#inlove with fresh bouquets

[mindofserenity]

20:55 — An evening with roses, thoughts and empty pages. We seek and admire what we think resonates with our story. Only to find a garden that resonates with our soul.

[definitelynuwonhere]

“RSVP”

Ok so I was rewatching the wedding, like any reasonable person on a Tuesday and I reached the part where David whispers “We’re getting married today” in a tears welling up cuz im stupid and inlove tone. AND IT GAVE ME AN IDEA TO WRITE ABOUT⬇️⬇️⬇️

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It was a cool September morning, David and his mate had gotten up early to beat the sun. The roads were calm the given the early hour as they drove towards the cemetery to visit Gabriel’s grave.

It had been 6 years since his father’s passing, and while this wasn’t normally how they commemorated the day, it had been a while since they visited, which would mean it was probably about time they caught up on maintenance. So even if he did prefer to honor him with a trip to the woods, he didn’t mind spending his day weeding and trimming.

They pulled up into an open parking spot, hoping out of the car to fetch the equipment in the trunk as their mate scouted the damage.

And a few hours later, they were done, with David placing the finishing touch of a fresh bouquet of honeysuckles next to his father’s gravestone.

He let out a satisfied sigh, a smile on his lips as he examined the work they had done.

“I’ll just load these back up into the car” his mate said, walking back to the car to give him a moment alone.

David gave an appreciative nod, watching them walk down the path before turning his attention back to the grave.

Six years…it had been six long year since his father died, he thought as stood there, reflecting through his life throughout the last six years. And as he did so, he smiled.

It hadn’t been easy losing his dad, but as he stood there, looking down at what is supposed to be a reminder of the ones you lost, he felt, at peace. As if his father was right there, sharing the memories that he had made throughout the last six years, memories with the pack, and of his mate. And that he was proud of him.

He let out another content sigh, speaking softly under his breath,

“I’ll see you at the wedding, dad.”

“RSVP” (Posted)

Ok so rewatching the wedding, like any reasonable person on a Monday

And i reached the part where David whispers “We’re getting married today” in a tears welling up cuz im stupid and inlove tone

AND I JUST, I JUST IMAGINE, SAME LINE, DIFFERENT SETTING:

It was a cool September morning, David and his mate had gotten up early to beat the sun. The roads were calm the given the early hour as they drove towards the cemetery to visit Gabriel’s grave.

It had been 6 years since his father’s passing, and while this wasn’t normally how they commemorated the day, it had been a while since they visited, which would mean it was probably about time they caught up on maintenance. So even if he did prefer to honor him with a trip to the woods, he didn’t mind spending his day weeding and trimming.

They pulled up into an open parking spot, hoping out of the car to fetch the equipment in the trunk as their mate scouted the damage.

And after a few hours later, they were done, with David placing the finishing touch of a fresh bouquet of honeysuckles next to his father’s gravestone.

He let out a satisfied sigh, a smile on his lips as he examined the work they had done.

“I’ll just load these back up into the car” Said his mate in order to give him a moment alone.

David gave an appreciative nod, watching them walk back to car before turning his attention back to the grave.

Six years…it had been six long year since his father died, he thought as stood there, reflecting through his life throughout the last six years. And as he did so, he smiled.

It hadn’t been easy losing his dad, but as he stood there, looking down at what is supposed to be a reminder of the ones you lost, he felt, at peace. Like he was right there, sharing the memories that he had made throughout the last six years, memories with the pack, and of his mate. And that he was proud of the person he’d become.

David once again let out a content sigh, speaking softly under his breath,

“I’ll see you at the wedding, dad.”

He let out one last sigh before packing up the rest of the stuff they had used. And as he got up to stand, he caught a glimpse of the horizon — how the sun just barely peeked through the mountains and the sky still purple in hue. And the wind blew he couldn’t help but snicker, it was as if it was embracing itself around him, mimicking that familiar presence be knew all to well. It made his hair dance, the icy trickles sending tiny shocks to his skin. He smiled, feeling a sense of pride swell in his chest, as he walked away knowing he’d be right there behind him.

[connorsui]

Ill admit to you my luv I was looking at your masterlist just to see if you had other pots of marble hidden somewhere that i didnt see ✨️…and i fortunately came across another piece of your work you have released far earlier than the first I have read …and i cannot say how much you be gripping at my soul so hard with these fics that it genuinely has me gasping for air…just by how you made suguru so unbelievably inlove with us …

Like out of all people we decided to be with …we choose satoru??💀💀 …when we have a literal loyal of a man who is willing to drop to his knees and give us a fresh bouquet of flowers just to have us be his wife and the mother of his kids??? …im—💔 …ill admit ..this is why im deeply in love with your form of writing ..cuz even if the episode is small …or long …or if it has sprinkles of angst in between ..there is such a beautiful format of telling that has me thinking …

Because …let me say .. although suguru has become highly aware that he believes his actions and morals towards us are utterly wrong for how many times he thinks of us being with him instead of satoru ....it's concerning yet valid …it's like a twisted form of toxicity towards himself and us for viewing our entire body as a walking formation of a drug ..

Even then he realizes the impact he has on others when they are trying to encourage themselves to talk to him but he doesn't even pay attention until we are in the picture ..and that's– 🧍🏻‍♀️

Like he realizes just how fucked he is when he sees us together …that he is willing to allow himself be completely engulfed in us as his personal toxicity…and that??? ….that's depression right there …a whole ounce...of pure angst ...

I'm so glad I found this ✨️😭

Request: Getou feels bad for secretly liking Gojo’s gf and making excuses to touch her.

the enormity of my desire disgusts me.

a/n: hi! tysm for requesting :’) this is my first ever request/first time writing so please bear w me & i hope you enjoy! constructive criticism is totally welcome! <3 w.c: 2.3k

- f!reader, one-sided love, obsession, cursing, touching (not unwanted but the intention is unbeknownst to reader as geto makes it a point to always want physical contact w them), mentions of self-destructive behaviors, guilt, & delusions.

guilt creeps up suguru’s throat like a slithering serpent.

it crawls around the base of his tongue, writhing farther down, embedding its fangs into the flesh of his throat. a raw, mangled, bloody mess left in its wake.

remorse, witnessing the disarray that guilt’s plight leaves, frantically tries to discern where a home can be made. perhaps it can dance along his ribcage. pirouetting across his bones until it reaches a bloody cavern where it can dwell within a hole burrowed deep inside suguru’s heart.

maybe all of this despair can be washed away… a desire to cleanse his palate & purge his feelings away persists, yet he doesn’t allow himself the reprieve.

instead, he decides to swallow his shame down like a bitter whiskey, relishing in the thorn-like pin prickles. the harsh amber reflecting in his fatigued, glassy eyes.

the ache serves as a reminder.

suguru figures that the sharp gnawing pain that spikes his heart & torments his throat is the very least he deserves.

his therapist did say he had a tendency to wallow in his self-destructive thoughts. delude himself & cyclically make bad choices which turned into bad habits. but what’s another bad decision to him? a pyromaniac to his very core - suguru would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy playing with fire.

allowing himself a moment of respite, he fishes out a cigarette he stole out of shoko’s purse from the left pocket of his leather jacket. a silver heart-shaped vivienne westwood lighter in the right. he takes it out, rolling it softly in his warm palm, lackadaisically playing with the switch. imagining the cold metal were your cold hands instead, his own seeking to offer up warmth for your comfort. he gazes softly at the flame - flickering on and off. on and off. on and off. a burning fire reflected in his eyes. a burning desire razing his heart.

the whole world in the palm of his hands - the heart you presented to him.

(a gift from you to him - you begged him to quit smoking, it was bad for his health and you wanted him to be there in the future as best man at yours & satoru’s wedding. with a tight-lipped smile & crinkled eyes, he said he would.

always the deceiver.

you lit up, gaze softening while telling him to specifically use this lighter to light up the teakwood candle you bought him for his birthday. his smile turned fond, eyes crinkled softly with genuine mirth & adoration, he said he would. and he did.

always the sentimentalist.)

bringing the cigarette to his lips, he exhales a puff of smoke, allowing his low-lidded gaze to flit across the room. the warm lights illuminating the grungy bar, a favorite of nanami’s & shoko’s. he reminisces on the days where both of you would talk for hours - from deep conversations about space, morality, & your futures & pasts - to asking each other about what food you’d eat for eternity (cold zaru soba noodles for him, any form of potato for you), savory or sweet (both of you chose savory - suguru relishes in the fact that he has a connection with you on this), & if you two would still be best friends if the other one was a worm (both of you answered yes - you’d build a terrarium where wormguru could play & suguru would keep you in his pocket not caring if he’d be dubbed the weirdly hot worm-man.) from the serious to the silly, suguru felt his chest bloom with tender warmth. from the bottom of his heart, he knows that in this world and any others, he could truly be himself with you.

a soft sigh escapes him, a small smile gracing his face thinking about his memories with you. calling the bartender over for another drink after he downs his whiskey, he drawls out, “give me somethin’ sweet.”

he turns back around to the crowd of strangers, unintentionally smiling. he finds a few pretty boys & girls gawking at him, hyping themselves and each other up to go talk to him. he sees a few more pretty boys & girls looking away from his intense gaze, too shy to go up to him, praying instead that he’ll go to them. the grin that previously took residence on his face falters - he finds himself upset that they’d think his smile was reserved for any one of them. none of them pique his interest per usual, & he hopes that the bags underneath his eyes, his myriad of piercings & tattoos, chipped black nail polish, and overall resting bitch face will stop anyone from coming near him.

(he knows it won’t. people often went after suguru and not satoru. he was always more caring, more in tune with his emotions with an air of magnetic mystique, unlike his brash, loud, & arrogant counterpart.)

suguru intakes a sharp breath, surprising himself with the haughty & bitter thought against his best friend, quickly washing it down with a sweet daiquiri hoping to honey the words in both his throat & mind, while simultaneously praying that it would soothe his heart.

slightly more alert, his gaze wanders around the room again. tired eyes widening slightly, lighting up greatly when he sees you.

there you were in all of your glory.

sitting leisurely, a leg swung upon the other, arm resting over the back of the tattered red vinyl couch - the very same one you both had countless conversations on. how were you so effortlessly cool? you could do anything and suguru would revel in it - drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

and like a moth, he found himself gliding across the bar towards you, his feet moving faster than his brain. his body demanding that it be near you, that it be graced with your presence. with a flick of his ring-clad fingers, his cigarette is crushed underneath his black boots, a piece of strawberry gum popped in his mouth, with vanilla lip balm reapplied to his lips to make sure that you knew they were soft to the touch.

heart beating ridiculously fast, he takes a deep breath before he stands in front of you, your perfume enveloping his senses making him slightly delirious from how delectable you smell. he prays that the blush dusting his cheeks fools you into thinking that he just drank too much, & that it’s not because of you peering up at him through your lashes with your pretty eyes that are now affectionately directed towards his own.

“yo! suguru! long time no see!” you wave as you get up to greet him, a massive grin overtaking your face, eyes almost crinkled shut because you’re so excited to see one of of your best friends.

without warning, suguru envelops you into a tight hug. his left hand placed against your lower back while his right hand cradles your head against his chest, your cheek pressing against his beating heart. suguru places his chin on the top of your head, craning his face slightly to get a whiff of your shampoo, ghosting a faint kiss on your hair that he knows you don’t feel, relishing in this moment with you. for a few seconds he can pretend… he deserves that much at least, he figures.

he could stay holding you in his arms forever, your body pressed up against his, protecting you from everything & everyone bad in this world, shielding you from predatory eyes around the bar. fucking wolves, the lot of them - suguru contemptuously thinks. it’s a good thing you’re here in his arms, suguru muses, confident in his ability to keep you safe.

as quickly as that thought dashes through his brain, you pull away. not wanting to alarm you with his panic that you’d leave him, a tight grip stays around your waist, forcing you to sit back down. he positions himself right next to you, his thighs touching your own, his right arm draped across your shoulder.

something that you can consider friendly. something that he can consider more than that. affectionate, no matter which way you take it.

“it’s been a while.” a fond smile beams across his face, bright amber eyes desperately glazing over your face. you’re so close to him and he’s so attentive to you, he imagines that the boy across the bar must think you both look like a couple. the pleasure suguru derives from that thought is second to none. you do look like you’d be his. he’s certain that he looks like he’d be yours, if his devoted nature is anything to go by.

he takes a a few strands of your hair, twirling them slightly around his fingers. “what are you doing here anyways? i wish i saw you before, we could’ve hung out!” suguru teasingly pouts, lips slightly jutted out, his eyes twinkling with playful mirth.

“tell me about it,” you playfully whine. “thankfully i just got here so we have plenty of time to hang out! don’t worry, i’ll make up for it so you can forgive me.”

“you never have to apologize for anything.” seriousness takes over his tone. suguru doesn’t want you to ever feel bad, even as a joke. not wanting to make you uncomfortable with his tense energy, he eases up his features and winks, “don’t worry your pretty lil head about it - i’ll let you off the hook this time.”

you bark out a laugh which makes him elated, glad that he was able to make you smile. “sugu, you’re way too sweet! and ooh - you asked what i was doing here! toru wanted to chill out here for a bit, said if he didn’t get to drink a virgin piña colada right this second he’d faint.” you gaze around the bar, muttering under your breath “he should be on his way here soon…”

right… satoru.

suguru feels his mouth get dry by the second, a venomous pang of guilt daggers his heart. his eye twitches along with his fingers, wondering if he should take his arm off of you.

if satoru saw this would he just consider it friendly touching? would he think that suguru was trying to make the moves on you? would he scream in his face about how can his best friend stab him in the back this way? the bitter taste of betrayal coats suguru’s tongue like a curse, and before he can do anything about it, a big SMACK! on his shoulder wakes him out of his trance.

“SUGUUUUUUUU! I MISSED YOUUUUUUU!” satoru bursts out onto the scene loudly, holding both your & suguru’s shoulders from behind the couch, bringing you two towards each other in a massive hug. with satoru’s face in the middle, smooshing both of your & suguru’s cheeks against his, suguru can’t help but feel a gnawing sense of shame.

satoru, affectionate as ever, kisses you both on the cheek. snowy hair ruffling with his actions, aquamarine eyes twinkling as bright as starlight, white eyelashes fluttering against the pink blush hued upon his soft cheeks. from here, suguru can see the light dusting of freckles on satoru’s nose, & the lightest sheen of gloss on his pink lips. no doubt from kissing you before he got here.

a twisted part of suguru is thankful for the kiss on the cheek, your glossy residue imprinted on his skin. an indirect kiss, he muses.

“sorry it took so long, i had to park so far away. hope you didn’t miss me too much, angel.” satoru pecks you on the cheek again, cheekily stealing an upside down kiss on the lips from you while he’s at it.

“no worries baby, i had sugu to keep me company.” you smile wide, eyes softening as satoru smoothes down your hair.

suguru forgot.

satoru trusts him with his entire life. with you.

the loud, brash, arrogant, self-centered boy suguru knew as a teen had grown up. cleaning up his act the moment he met you. enamored with your beauty, kindness, & personable nature - satoru fell deeply in love. he was still loud - but only to proclaim his love on the rooftops for you. he was brash at times but never with you. his arrogance was also truly never unfounded, he was just that confident in his own self and in the relationship he could have with you. suguru still thinks satoru can be self-centered at times, but never about you. satoru puts you forward in every single aspect of his life - devoted. loyal. faithful. unbelievably constant with his love & adoration for you. your perfect other half. your true soulmate.

you’re his one and only. and he’s yours.

“satoru! it’s been a while.” suguru prays the loud music can cover up the slight crack in his voice. he can feel his throat constricting like a python, he coughs to clear it, wanting to rid himself of the strangling feeling. he does what he does best in that moment - putting on a facade. a tight-lipped smile along with crinkled eyes graces his features, hoping that both you & satoru mistake it for pure happiness.

“you good, man?” satoru tilts his head like a puppy, looking at him questioningly. you do the same, concern clouding your beautiful eyes. he’s terrified that you both could see right through him.

“yeah.” suguru whispers quietly.

the ache that torments his throat & spikes his heart serves as a reminder.

he puts his warm hand over your cold ones in a comforting gesture. for who would it bring solace? he doesn’t know. at this point in time, he can’t bring himself to care. “just the summer heat.”

he brushes his thigh against yours once again, fiddling with your fingers softly. he figures he can allow himself this.

glancing into your eyes, his reflection stares back him.

he accepts that living with this ache of shame & this disgusting sense of desire is the very least someone like him deserves.

he figures he should allow it to devour him.

[threepointseven]

HIIII QUICK QUESTION IG MAY I BE 🎀 ANON?? ALSO, IF UR REQUESTS R OPEN, MAY I REQUEST XIAO, KAEYA, ALBEDO, AND DILUC [ SEPRATELY ] X MALE READER THAT IS FULL OF ENERGY, AND IS A HIMBO?? [ AND HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND MOST '' SMART'' THINGS?? ] TYVMMMM<333 - 🎀

A Himbo boyfriend

Type- HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= albedo x m!reader, kaeya x m!reader, xiao x m!reader, diluc x m!reader

Note🍀= SORRY THIS TOOK SO MUCH LONGER THAN IT SHOULD HAVEEE BUT YES YOU CAN BE 🎀 ANON 😡😡💕💕

A bimbo girlfriend

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Albedo

he never thought he’d be dating you, the man that was well known for being strong and charming, yet extremely dumb. Being the chief alchemist in mondstat held an immense amount of pressure in the title and everday the string that held the stress kept getting thinner.

That was before you came into his life. The stress piled up on his shoulders suddenly disappeared with your arrival, you were fresh air that helped him be more optimistic about his repetitive job.

He loves how energetic you are, it cheers him up everyday when he’s reminded of the monotonous place in dragonspine he goes to everyday, your energy saturates his dull little world and he couldnt care less if you dont understand many complex things.

Your dumb questions actually sort of amuse him, whenever you ask a dumb question while rolling around on his office chair full of energy he cant help but smile slightly.

He’ll answer all your questions though! Hes not sure how to explain it in a way you'd understand but he’ll answer all of them.

Your energy is what keeps him going everyday ngl- everyday he looks so tired and your bursts of energy and how loud you are just wakes him up,

He doesnt understand the idea of jealousy but he learns how it is when he catches women all over you, touching at your biceps and caressing your clothed chest, showering you in compliments, he gets a bit protective when he finds out how much power you have with your looks despite your decreasing IQ

he will sometimes get a bit bugged when you wake him up in the middle of the night filled with energy but other than that he loves everything about your dumb himbo ass

“Hey bedo!” “Hm?”

“How do you spell orange?”

The small smile on his face turns into an unreadable one as he deadpans.

“U-uh… o-r-a-n-g-e…”

“Thanks baby!”

You kiss your boyfriend on the head as you take note of the spelling

“Y-y/n did you go to school..?”

He swears in his head you have the same amount of knowledge as klee, maybe even less.. even she can spell orange!

Diluc

Genuinely confused as to why he fell inlove with you, its a mystery to all tbh! He’s one of the most famous and one of the wealthiest people in tevyat and when word gets around hes dating some dude whos concerningly handsome and has an average IQ of 5 the entire continent goes up in gossip

He tells you not to worry about it when people stare but you know better than to care, your the one dating diluc ragnvindr.

Hes so dull and quiet his entire life changed when you and your undying energy came into his life. Everyday was greeted with your energetic self and he couldn’t ask for more. Your energy and liveliness always lightens up his day, he wont admit it but it does.

Your dumb questions dont amuse him in the slightest <3 hes quite very much done. But he’ll answer all of them monotonously

He really thought no one could compete with his looks honestly. Thats until he saw a hoard of women all over you going absolute feral for your biceps and your muscles, fangirling and caressing your chest like it was a work of art of something

He was furious, shoved all the women off of you and took his tall hot strong dumbass back to his home

The fact you dont understand anything complex is a pain in the ass to him but kinda adorable. Knowing hes smarter than you boost his ego a lot- he hates when anyone ever comments on your knowledge, if they say anything bad about you and how your not smart theyll be greeted by his fist.

That personality trait of yours, being a dumbass that oblivious and gullible just makes him wanna subtly protect you even more and he kills everyone who tries and insults you 😡 (and flirt with you, only diluc gets to see ur man boobs)

Kaeya

He was completely and utterly infatuated with you ever since he met you. You stood there in his office because of a friend looking through books you didnt understand.

Even before you started daying he would flirt with you every chance he got staring at you amusingly as you tried to decipher his words.

When you started dating the flirting became non stop, showering you in praise and teases regarding how charming you were or how even though you have no idea how to do basic maths he loves you either way 😍

Your energy was something he loved more than anything in life, your optimism always put a smile on his face and made him forget about all the bumps and the obstacles in life. If he had a terrible day at work for example all he would need is a kiss from you or a dumb question coming out of your mouth and hed be smiling in no time

No matter how much people think your bursts of energy are annoying he’ll always love them sm and tease you.

The fact you are an absolute dumbass doesnt matter to him, if you want he’ll teach you stuff. Despite his flirty personality if you genuinely want to learn something he’ll take time out of his day to try and explain it to you in the simplest way possible

He doesnt get jealous at the sight of women & men fangirling over you but instead joins them in while glaring competitively at the crowd thats caressing your chest

Xiao

You annoyed him at first, you were taller than him looked stronger than him had 100 times more energy than him and was straight-up stupid.

It was everyday of the week, the moment you got back from a commission or an adventure youd skip to wangshu inns balcony to talk to xiao and ask him borderline idiotic questions about liyue and basic things like how to spell “light”

He’ll never admit it but within that era of blooming love he never found it annoying, he loved your company and the dumb questions made him feel fairly smart. You’ll never see it but theres a soft smile on his face whenever you run up to him full of energy engulfing him into a hug with your tall figure. (Stares at ur man boobs ngl 😊)

He always accidentally talks about you when hes having conversations with zhongli too 😭 maybe its about your dumb questions or how energetic you are but theres never the slightest bit of hostility in the claims, its like he’s saying he enjoys the dumb questions and the energy.

He may or may not jab at you whenever you ask questions like how to spell liyue but he doesnt actually mean it—

He never understood the concept of jealousy till he met you, the first time he saw a crowd of people squeezing your biceps and touching at your skin made him go feral and he literally threatened everyone 🙁