#my sweet little snapdragon

[precious-and-petulant]

I think that went well! An❁ther rep❁tting f❁r my m❁re difficult little plant, but it's f❁r the best. They'll adjust and be better f❁r it!

Unf❁rtunately my c❁w❁rker is T❁TALLY having an affair with D❁llie that BITCH. Pyth❁n if y❁u're reading this y❁u SUCK and I hate y❁u and if y❁u t❁uch my plants I will EAT Y❁UR S❁CKS.

Anyway. G❁ing t❁ get a new plant s❁❁n! ^-^

[13eyond13]

hc voice for you!! gentle & engaged–maybe a bit like the english va for nausicaa from nausicaa of the valley of the wind, but a little deeper!

Aww thank you that's a sweet headcanon 😆

[focusonkayjay]

between the ride and the roses (1)

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff

Series summary: There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

Word count: 2.8k

Chapter Warnings: jungkook is kind of an annoying jerk in the beginning, but we still love him. as of now, i have no warnings, but i will mention them when necessary as the series goes on.

A/N: hello, welcome to my very first series. i've been reading fics for as long as i can remember and i've always wanted to start a blog of my own. please read through this and let me know if this story is worth continuing <3

my blog is still "work in progress" and i have many ideas and plans that i wanna give life to, so please stay tuned. your opinions, constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcome.

thank you.

part 1: throttle and stem

The quiet hum of the early morning filled your flower shop as you stood by your workbench, your hands deftly arranging a vibrant bouquet of stargazer lilies, queen of the night blossoms, and delicate sprigs of baby’s breath. As you tied off the bouquet with a soft ribbon, you pulled your phone from the pocket of your apron, glancing at the screen.

"8:09 am."

You sighed to yourself, shaking off the early morning grogginess that still clung to your mind. The air around you was sweet with the mingling fragrances of the flowers, an invisible balm for the weariness you hadn’t quite shaken.

The shop was your sanctuary. Its walls were adorned with climbing vines that had been lovingly nurtured over the years, and its shelves were lined with terracotta pots of miniature bonsais, fiddle-leaf figs, and succulent terrariums. It wasn’t just a workspace… it was your rhythm, your peace. Here, surrounded by blooms and greenery, the world felt like it moved just a little slower.

You turned towards the bay window, where golden sunlight poured in, illuminating an assortment of hydrangeas and snapdragons on display. It was the kind of morning you cherished… peaceful, predictable, and entirely yours to savor.

Shifting closer to the window, your gaze naturally drifted to the storefront beside yours. The faded "For Rent" sign, hanging crookedly in the glass, caught your eye like always. Ever since Mrs. Lee shut down her cozy little bakery and moved away with her husband, the space had remained lifeless, the once-welcoming aroma of fresh pastries replaced by silence and dust.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia as you remembered the way the scent of freshly baked bread and cinnamon rolls used to drift into your shop every morning. Now, the vacant building had become an eyesore you had grown used to ignoring… a dull, empty reminder of what had once been.

Turning away from the window, you wandered through your shop, watering the orchids in their clay pots and adjusting the arrangement of lavender sprigs by the counter. You opened sharp at 9, but these quiet moments before customers arrived were your favorite. It was a time to bask in the stillness, to let the beauty of your flowers fill every corner of your mind.

You settled back at your workbench, pulling another bundle of roses and eucalyptus stems from the cooler. Your hands moved automatically as your thoughts wandered, appreciating the rare silence that surrounded you. Most of the shops on your street wouldn’t open for another hour, leaving the block in a peaceful lull.

The quiet wasn’t just comforting, it was necessary. It was the space where you could breathe, think, and just be.

And just when you were basking in the silence you oh so appreciated, your train of thoughts are harshly interrupted by a sharp growl that tore through the air, so ridiculously loud that it startled you into dropping the shears you were grasping in your hand. The noise grew louder, rising and falling with an almost deafening rhythm. Engines revved outside, followed by the sharp, repetitive beeping of trucks reversing.

Frowning, you stepped towards the window, peeking out from behind a display of yellow roses. Two enormous moving trucks had pulled up in front of the vacant building, their engines rumbling as a group of workers began hauling furniture and equipment onto the sidewalk.

Your chest tightened as you took in the scene: huge wooden crates, motorcycle frames, and oversized toolboxes haphazardly scattered across the pavement.

The stillness you were treasuring just a minute ago was shattered in less than a second by the disgusting sound of chaos arriving at your doorstep.

Still confused, your eyes suddenly fall on the huge stack of oversized toolboxes placed on the sidewalk, partially blocking the entrance to your shop. You scoffed, your mind unable to wrap itself around this bizarre situation.

Before you could fully process what exactly was happening, your feet carried you towards the front door of your shop and you stepped outside, breathing heavily. “Hey!” you called out, trying to dodge around a burly man carrying a huge box labeled FRAGILE. “What’s going on here?” you question, still looking around, trying to take in the state of your surroundings.

The closest person to you wasn’t a mover or a worker. You could easily conclude that just by the way he was leaning lazily against one of the trucks, scrolling through his phone as if oblivious to the commotion. A thick leather jacket, adorned with intricate patches and scratches that told untold stories rested on his left shoulder.

Tattoos crawled up his toned forearms, disappearing under the ripped sleeves of his black t-shirt. A loose silver chain around his neck glinted as he shifted his weight, and when he glanced up, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a mix of curiosity and disinterest.

"What's going on here?" you ask again, this time trying to sound as civil as possible. Your fists are balled and you regulate your breathing as you observe the man in front of you. “Moving in.” he simply answers, his voice smooth but laced with indifference. “What’s it look like to you?”

You blinked, momentarily thrown by his audacity. You're generally a calm person, that is, until someone provokes you in the weirdest ways. “It looks like you’re turning the sidewalk into an obstacle course.” you snapped, unable to remain civil like you had previously planned. “My customers won’t be able to get into my shop!” you added.

His lips curved into a faint smirk, the kind that instantly made you think, this was someone you would never get along with. “What customers?” He chuckles, glancing theatrically up and down the empty street before meeting your gaze again.

Your blood boiled as you heard him mock you. “Excuse me?” He stepped closer, the faint scent of leather and motor oil lingering in the air between you. “Relax, sweetheart. We’ll keep it tidy. Don’t get your roses in a twist.” he says, eyeing a bouquet he was able to spot through the window of your store.

You bristled. “First of all, don’t call me sweetheart. Second, those are lilies, NOT roses.” You jabbed a finger towards the bouquet in the window. “And third, I don’t need your promises. I need you to move your chaos somewhere else and not disturb my business!”

He tilted his head, clearly amused. “You really care about those flowers, huh?” he asks. You can easily tell he thinks nothing of your business. “Of course, I do! Unlike some people, I actually respect my work and the space around me.” you argue.

The man rolls his eyes, and that only drives you more mad. His nonchalance and his lack of empathy itches your brain the wrong way. “Whatever.” he casually shrugs, turning away as he hears one of the men call out to him. “Jeon, where do you want the bike stand?”

Jeon? You realize that's probably his surname. “Right here.” he replies, pointing towards the storefront. Without sparing you another glance, he strode over, his gait relaxed and confident, as if he hadn’t just ruined your morning.

You stood there, fists clenched, watching as the chaos unfolded further. The reality hit you hard—the quiet, vacant space beside your shop was no longer empty. It was now home to this infuriating, leather-clad biker who had just walked into your life like a hurricane. And somehow, you knew, your peaceful little flower shop would never be the same.

//

The rest of the morning passes in a haze of irritation. Every time you tried to return to your flowers and reclaim the peace you once cherished, another burst of loud noise would jolt you out of focus. The metallic clang of tools, the rumble of engines being tested, and the shouts of movers unloading endless boxes were relentless. Even the cheerful chime of your shop door opening, signaling the arrival of your first customer, couldn’t lift your mood entirely.

“Busy morning out there, huh?” Mrs. Park, one of your long-time regulars, quipped as she admired a bouquet of tulips on display. You forced a smile, standing up from your workbench. “You could say that.” you answered, looking back at the window that gave you a view of the happenings next door

She chuckled, picking up a small pot of baby succulents. “Looks like someone’s finally opening a business there. Hopefully, it’s something good and the owner is nice. I miss Mrs. Lee’s bakery, though. Her strawberry tarts were divine.” she says, walking towards the counter with the pot she had just picked out.

You bit back a sarcastic retort about how this newcomer was something way from from “nice” and nodded instead. “I miss her too. But yeah, we'll just have to wait and see what the new business is going to be about.” you sigh.

//

By the time the clock struck noon, the chaos outside had died down enough for you to risk stepping out again. Boxes had been cleared from the sidewalk, though a few crates still lingered near the entrance of your shop, their presence a glaring reminder of the morning’s disruption.

You spotted him immediately—Jeon. He was crouched next to a sleek black motorcycle, his hands busy adjusting something near the engine. A few workers milled around, chatting, but this man seemed entirely absorbed in his work.

You purse your lips and stepped back on the sidewalk to get a better view of the building. The sign "Throttle and Torque" hung up high, right beside yours that read "Garden's Grace."

You look back down at the man, who still seemed so immersed in whatever the heck he was doing. Against your better judgment, you marched over, fueled by lingering frustration. “Excuse me.” you say, waiting for him to respond. He didn’t look up. You stepped closer, crossing your arms as you tapped your foot impatiently. “Excuse me!” you snap.

This time, he glanced up, wiping his hands on a rag before standing to his full height. Up close, he was even more infuriatingly confident, his dark eyes glinting which barely concealed any sort amusement. “What?” he asked, completely unbothered. You gestured towards the lingering crates. “Your stuff is still blocking part of my entrance.” you reply, trying your level best to keep your voice at a respectable volume.

He glanced at the crates, then back at you. “Looks fine to me.” he shrugs. “It’s not fine. It’s in the way.” you argue, fighting the urge to just run and kick the crates away from your entrance. His lips curved into that maddening smirk again. “You’re really particular about your space, huh?”

“Unlike some people…” you pause, taking a deep breath “I respect boundaries.” you state. He chuckled, the sound low and infuriatingly casual. “Alright, alright. I’ll move them. Don’t blow a gasket, sweetheart.” he says causing you to roll your eyes at the nickname but you bite your tongue, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose your temper again.

As he turned to call out to one of the workers, you noticed something—a small, intricately designed patch sewn onto the back of his leather jacket that he was wearing. It depicted a phoenix rising from flames, the design bold and vibrant against the black leather.

Shaking yourself out of the observation you had just made, you look around and finally question him. "What exactly is your business?"

He doesn't answer, still busy with the worker as he guides him on where to place the crates. But as you stood there by yourself, you feel the realization dawning on you as you took in the scattered parts and tools. "Is this a motorcycle shop?" you ask again. He glanced over his shoulder, finally nodding. “Custom bikes. Repairs. The works.” he answers, his tone still the same, low and unbothered.

Of course. The universe had gifted you a neighbor who was the exact opposite of everything your flower shop represented—loud, chaotic, and disruptive. “Just great.” you muttered under your breath, feeling yourself get a headache as you imagine the wild things that you will have to go through with a store like this right beside yours.

“Something to say?” he teases, as he looks at you, finally taking in your appearance. His eyes roamed over you for a moment, his gaze lingering on the effortless beauty you carried. There was something captivating about the way your long, dark hair framed your face, the sunlight catching in the waves and adding a soft halo around you. The earthy tones of your apron only highlighted the warm glow of your skin, and the faint blush on your cheeks gave you an endearing, almost ethereal charm.

You don't say anything and just stand there, trying your best to stay calm. "I'm Jungkook, by the way." you hear him say. You bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to introduce yourself to him, but you think that might be a little immature. "Y/n." you simply say, avoiding his eyes.

"Didn’t realize such a pretty flower came with so many thorns." he comments, his smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he crosses his arms, observing the way you tried so hard not to throw hands. You rolled your eyes, brushing off his comment. “Didn’t realize bikers had this much trouble respecting other people’s businesses.” you retorted, matching his tone.

Jungkook chuckled, clearly unfazed. He leaned against the wall beside him, his dark eyes gleaming with something between amusement and challenge. “Well, sweetheart, I guess we’re stuck with each other now. Might as well get used to it.” he says, almost like he's challenging you.

You huffed at that stupid nickname again, your fingers tightening around the hem of your apron. “I would REALLY appreciate if you wouldn't call me sweetheart." you pause, slightly stepping forward. "And for the record, being neighbors doesn’t mean I have to put up with your... chaos. My shop values tranquility, something your—” you pause again to gesture towards the motorcycles and tools scattered around, “whole vibe seems to be allergic to.”

Jungkook tilts his head, pretending to consider your words, though the teasing smirk never leaves his features. “Tranquility, huh?” he echoes, his tone mocking. “I can see why you’d like things quiet in there.” His eyes flicked toward your shop window, where the vibrant display of flowers created a stark contrast to the metal and oil-laden aesthetic of his business.

You cross your arms, as you firmly stand your ground. “Exactly. Garden’s Grace is a place where people come to find peace and beauty. Something your Throttle and Torque doesn’t exactly scream.”

He snorted, looking genuinely amused for the first time. “Peace and beauty. Cute. I’m more about the adrenaline and grit side of life. Opposites, huh?” You frowned, refusing to let him get under your skin. “Maybe opposites, but that doesn’t mean you have to make my life miserable.” you said, glancing pointedly at the workers still unloading equipment nearby.

“Alright, alright.” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll make sure my guys clear out your entrance. We wouldn’t want to scare off all those peace-seekers now, would we?” he says, in a tone that irks something ugly inside of you.

You narrowed your eyes, trying to come up with something but you know it would be of no use to argue with someone like him. “Thank you.” you breathe out curtly, turning on your heel to head back to your shop, not wanting to deal with him anymore because you clearly had a business to get back to.

“By the way…” he suddenly calls out, stopping you in your tracks. You turn over your shoulder with a brow raised. “Those flowers in your display…” he said, jerking his chin towards the window. “Whatever they're called... they’re pretty. You’ve got an eye for detail and beauty.” he admits.

The unexpected compliment threw you off guard, and for a moment, you couldn’t find a snappy comeback. Instead, you muttered a soft, “Thanks.” before disappearing into the safety of your shop.

Inside, your heart thudded a little harder than you cared to admit. You shook your head, pushing the moment aside. “Nope, not falling for that.” you mumble to yourself, bringing your focus back on the vibrant bouquet in your hands.

From the corner of your eye, you glanced out the window one last time. Jungkook had gone back to his motorcycle, but there was a faint smile on his face now, one that didn’t carry the same teasing edge as before.

You sighed and shook your head, determined to forget the way it made your stomach flutter. "It’s just day one..." you reminded yourself. "I can survive this." you affirm.

Little did you know, this was only the beginning of a storm neither of you saw coming.

part 2 ->

series masterlist

[spellboundtales]

FIC REC - the Wolverine

had to make this, because my obsession with this man is unbelievable

🩰 hurt/comfort

🧸Fluff

🦋angst

🌺smut

🩰🧸🌺This is Ours by @d1stalker || reader spends the summer at her grandparent's farm but they hired a new farmhand: Logan. slowburn and feelings arise!! when i tell you this was one of my fav fics EVER.....

🧸a little redecorating by @halohalona || reader in the middle of the night decides to rearrange the living room, Logan helps her. very domesticc and fluffy, this melt my heart

🩰🧸say yes to heaven by @happy74827 || Grumpy!Logan x Sunshsine!Reader OMG when i tell you I CRIED AND MY HEART WAS HEALED reading this....

🩰🧸🌺ice breaker by @happy74827 || Logan saves reader's life, the aftermath results in a lot of feelings and...getting really warm. I ADORED THIS

🩰🧸snapdragons mean i'm sorry by @thebestandworstdayofjune || reader owns a flowershop and is friend with Wade and Logan, everything's great until reader hears Logan saying something...

🌺GUILTY PLEASURE by @joelsgoldrush || bartender!reader meets worst!Logan. guys when i tell you this is amazing...

🦋🩰🌺GIVE ME THE FIRST TASTE BY @joelsgoldrush || sequel to Guilty pleasure, just perfect.

🩰🌺Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by @imaginedisish || Logan's alwaye being friendly with reader...maybe there's more than some friendly gestures...?

🩰Breathless by @i5uckersblog || Reader has a sudden health scare and Logan is there to help. I LOVED THIS

🧸the kids waking you up in the morning by @fandomxo00 || this healed me.

🧸holding hands with Logan by @ohtobeleah || this is so short and sweet, i cried

🧸this headcanon by @witchyy-kittyy ||it's just pure fluff with a bf!Logan

🧸pretty in pink by @starkwlkr || so sweet dad!Logan for his daughter's birthday party. guess what? i cried reading this

🧸it's a gift (you keep those) by @celestiamour ||giving Logan a plushie that reminds you of him. THIS IS SO SWEET DRDXCFGVBHJG

🩰🧸Logan meeting reader's parents by @boltwrites || Logan meets reader's parents...what will happen?

🧸just the two of us by @starkwlkr || some domestic Logan, very sweet

🌺Inside Out by @@imaginedisish || post intense battle with Logan...this had me on my knees

🌺Lover, you should've come over by @imaginedisish || pining after Logan with the convinction he's obsessed with Jean..or maybe he's not?

🩰🧸🌺Time After Time by @hyper-fixates || 4 times reader is in Logan's bed plus 1 time he finally goes for it

🌺What's That Smell? by @slushycoookie || Wade meddling with Reader and Logan's sexual life..also wade gifting reader Pheromone Perfume and Logan losing it

🌺Honey - Honey II - Honey III by @bpmiranda || Sunshine!readerr with smalla town reclusse!Logan...omg this short series had me squeaking and giggling...toe curling smut.

🦋🩰🌺Keep Up! by @iggyywrites || neighbour!Reader is friend with Wade... with a huge crush on Logan. this is a rollercoaster of emotions i sweare i loved every single word. also the wade's characterization? chef kiss

🌺older by @lostalioth || reader calls Logan old, and he's determined to show her he's not

🦋🩰🌺from eden by @eupheme || old man logan x mutant!reader...this is just...perfect. read it.

🦋🩰🌺never is a promise by @joelsgoldrush || old man logan x charles' caretaker reader. slow burn, misunderstadings, smut...OMYGOD THIS!!!

🌺the Devil and I by @mystra-midnight || this is an hymn to smut.

🩰🧸taste by @poorly-written-fiction || ex boyfriend logan??? he's with jean but his kisses taste like...you... GOD THIS!!

🧸Magnetic by @reddesires || does magnets stick on Wolverine? let's find out! this is so funny i swear-

🌺burning slow by @eupheme || this is a logan x inexperienced reader this is so sweet, i need him now.

🩰🌺loving him was never enough by @wyniepooh || cagefighter!Logan? sign me up.

🩰🌺shouldn't have by @atrwriting || reader has a really shitty boyfriend, thank god Logan saves the day (in more ways than one)

🩰second nature by @d1stalker || reader is saved by Logan who then takes her in. feelings arise, but so will misunderstandings.

🧸Suspension Bridge Effect by @d1stalker || reader saves another mutant who now is in love with her...Logan is slightly jealous

🌺Marks by @bpmiranda || reader is running away from Sabertooth, and Logan helps her out... the smut here....chills

🩰🌺sweet like honey by @bruhstories || baker reader and Logan saving her...he likes to go to his favorite bar that happens to be across reader's bakery

alright lovelies, my wolverine's obssession is not over so i'll prob update thisss (also i still need to read some Old Man Logan fics.. soo i'll keep you update)

have a loooovely day, week, month, year💐🌷

kisses😽😽😽

[mydarlingem]

ever since we met

guys we are SO BACK i bring gifts <3 didnt realize how much i would miss writing on here. currently working on rewriting old work and new stuff so i can get back to posting on a weekly basis. hope you have been well and enjoy!!

cw. sakusa kiyoomi eats pussy, what more could you need

wc. 1800

you met sakusa kiyoomi two years ago when he took over his father’s business. every monday and saturday at 4 pm, he knocked on the back door of your flower shop. big boxes filled with one the best flowers for you. it was also two years ago when you first opened the door for him that you realized you loved him. he was so sweet and kind, always taking time to ask about you and following up on events in your life. you figured he did this with everyone on his route. little did you know that your sweet kiyoomi did not ask questions about any of his other deliveries.

he was determined to get to know you, however long it took him. he knew the movies you saw, the terrible dates you went on, your favorite flowers and your least favorite customers. no detail was too small for him, because he did care about it all. he liked your passion for your work and your love for the people around you. ever since he knocked on that door monday at 4 pm two years ago he has loved you. he knows it crazy, and he can't rationalize it for the life of him but he knows it's the truth. he knows you probably don't reciprocate but god he can't help it.

“hey kiyoomi what did you bring for me today?” you say with a smiled as you prop open the door for him. the way you say his name makes him weak in the knees, he loves how comfortable you are around him. “besides my beautiful face, everything you had on your list and an extra case of snapdragons because i know you always run out by thursday.” he smiles at you and sets down the boxes. “you really are the best thank you” you say as you walk back over to the counter to continue cleaning roses. “how are you today my favorite florist?” he asks as he sets down the last three boxes in their designated spot. “busy and understaffed” you sigh. “glad to know things always stay the same around here” he smiles and hands you a clipboard for a signature.

he likes the way you sign your name, he can't explain it but it suits you. “you know you are the last delivery of the day, so is there anything i can do to help out?” he takes the clipboard back from you as you hold back from speaking for a moment. “i have so much to do are you sure?” you ask hoping it's not just pity. “i'm here for whatever you need” he says as he takes his hoodie off and sets his things down. you never realized how many tattoos he has, or how big his biceps were. maybe him staying was good for morale. “would mind cleaning some mums for me?” he nods and steps to the counter to start.

its quiet for a little, the silence isn't awkward though. you look over at him, he's so efficient. his hands are so perfect, how is he so perfect? his voice snaps you out of your trance. “how was that date you had last week?” he asks, not looking up from the flowers in his hands. “lets just say i won’t be seeing him again” you exhale softly, mentally pleading that the very attractive man across from you will not ask you to embarrass yourself further. kiyoomi laughs softly before speaking again, “i can't believe we have never hung out outside of work” he says as he continues to clean flowers. his heart was racing at this point, you made him so nervous he was hoping you couldn’t tell.

“i know it's so crazy! we have to do something soon” you say with a smile. “well what are you doing this weekend? there’s a new bar i want to check out and i’d love to take you.” “if i didn't know any better i would think you were asking me out on a date kiyoomi” you smile before looking up at him and making eye contact with him. “and what if i am?” he says still smiling, your cheeks were so hot, was he messing with you? “well i'd think you were joking” you say trying to control the tone of your voice. he sets his flowers down as he makes his way to the other side of the table where you stand with shaky hands.

“oh im dead serious pretty girl” he runs his hand along your jaw tilting your chin towards his face. he's smiling at you like you hung and the moon and stars just for him. hes so close all you can smell is his cologne, god did he always smell this good? you aren’t sure who leans in first but your lips touch and suddenly everything feels so right. hes holding your face in his hand but slowly becoming so desperate as he kisses you. the cold metal of his lip piercings feels so good against your lips. you can't seem to get enough of him and you wrap your arms around his neck. he taps your thighs as you wrap your legs around him, he gently sets you on the counter. he breaks away from the kiss breathless and rests his head against your shoulder “you're so perfect” he all but whimpers against the skin of your neck.

“i've wanted to kiss you for so long” you say as he kisses your neck, and you run your hands through his soft hair. he moans softly at the contact and lifts his head up to kiss you again. standing in between your thighs he wraps his hands around your waist, smiling into the kiss. he can't believe this moment is real, he can't believe he finally worked up the courage to to act on his feelings. the all too familiar jingle of the front door opening snaps the both of you out of your bliss. “fuck” you say as you hop off the counter, “hi ill be right there." you look back to kiyoomi “will you please stay i promise i'll be so quick”. he smiles “dont worry im not going anywhere sweetheart.” you smile and kiss him on the cheek before running off to the front.

this might be the happiest he’s ever been. you’re so soft and sweet and oh my god he loves how gentle you are with him. he loves the effect he has on you, in fact he may just never move from this spot in the hope that you kiss him like that again. “thank you have a great day” you chirp as your voice breaks him out of his trance. you appear into the doorway to the back of the door with a smile. “hi” you say as you make your way back over to him, “hi sweet girl” he wraps his arms around you again. “i close in about 30 minutes, will you come home with me?” you ask shocked by your own boldness. the way you are looking at him he thinks he might die. “god i'll be wherever you want me.” the effect you had on him was unreal. “let me drop off my truck and i'll be back in fifteen”, “be quick” you say as you twirl his hair with your fingers. have you always been this hot?

kiyoomi was convinced was losing his mind. he has never moved faster in his life. he doesn't even remember driving his motorcycle back to your shop. all he knew is that he was walking back into your shop with more determination than he's ever felt before. “hi handsome” you say as he drapes his body against yours. “almost done?” he asks as he kisses your cheek. “i have about fifteen minutes before i can go but i'm all done.” you turn to kiss him as he plays with the waistband of your jeans. the kiss is messy and hot, he felt weak in the knees. “i can think of a few things to pass the time” he says as he breaks away from the kiss.

you smile looking up at him, his face was flushed and you could help but be proud of the effect you had on him. “please let me eat you out” your jaw drops at his words. “here?” you ask and he grins “here” he says as he drops to his knees in front of you. you could finish from just looking at this beautiful large man on his knees in front of you. “god please” he's quick to unzip your pants and slide them down your legs. he places small kisses along your thighs as he moves to put your legs on his shoulders. he kisses you through your underwear and you whimper softly. sliding your underwear to the side he starts softly using his tongue, and puts a finger inside you as he continues.

you grip his hair and squeeze your thighs against his head as he quickened his pace. “harder” he whimpers into you and you squeeze harder. god his tongue piercing is incredible. you are getting close to finishing, and he can tell. he moans into you like this is pleasuring him just as much as it is you. “more kiyo” you moan out. he moves faster as he inserts another finger. the nickname could have made him cum in his pants. you are quickly approaching your high as you stutter out an “im close” he's moving faster than before, focused on you and only you. he's eating you out like a man starved, the cold metal of his piercing mixed with the warmth of his fingers had you seeing stars.

you moan his name as you finish and he cleans you up with his tongue. your legs were shaking as he stands up and licks the rest of you off of his slender fingers. “you're so incredible” you say as you wrap your arms around him and kiss him, the taste of you still on his tongue. “i've been dying to do that for two years” he says as he pulls away from you. “i love you kiyoomi” you say looking him in the eyes, "i've been dying to tell you that for two years" mustering the courage to confess everything to him. “god i love you” he says cupping your face in his hands as he kisses you again. “i love you i love you i love you” he says softly in between kisses. "ill spend forever making you feel it."

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & THEM GIVING YOU A PROM-POSAL

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe itto alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff + college au an. im actually going insane my life has gone so downhill this week im doing this for the adrenaline rush pls make this post boom | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

you see him at your doorstep, holding out a bunch of qingxins. his face is red and he's avoiding eye contact.

"what are you doing here?"

"what do you think im doing?"

"i don't know??"

"asking you to prom, obviously."

kaeya

kaeya stands before you, holding a twine-wrapped bundle of sweet flowers and snapdragons in his hands – a delicate smile adorning his features.

"my love, would you give me the pleasure of taking you to prom?" the corners of kaeya's mouth tilt upwards when he sees you nod.

"yes."

diluc

"i'd like you to go to prom with me." he's so straightforward. that's all you can think about. in some way, it cuts the awkwardness of you standing there for a minute if he performed a silly routine.

"that's it??"

"what else would you like me to say?"

"...nevermind. i accept."

childe

"i want to take you to prom!" he yells, holding a signboard with your face and name on full display. you facepalm.

"seriously?"

"it caught your attention, didn't it?"

"..whatever, sure. i accept." you've never seen childe smile brighter.

itto

"(y/n)! look at me!" itto yells, balanced on top of three members of his little gang. he's wrapped up in christmas lights with your face plastered on a board that he's hazardously waving about in the air.

"itto, careful- you're gonna fall–" you yell, but it's too late. the arataki gang is on a heap, with itto on top.

"will you go to prom with me!!" itto continues to yell, shoving his friends to the side.

this dumbass.

alhaitham

he slides you a book over, opening it to a page that seems normal apart from the fact that there's random highlighter over the words. letters, actually. not even a consecutive word.

p.

r.

oh.

"i accept." you grin, tracing the letters p, r, o and m over with your finger. alhaitham smiles. "i knew you would."

kaveh

"go to prom with me."

"dude, you didn't even ask." you scoff in response, turning your head back into your book.

"do i have to, when i know you're going to say yes?" kaveh smirks, sliding a paper to you.

will you go to prom with me?

YES◻︎ YES ◻︎ NO (WRONG ANSWER) ◻︎

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[kuruna]

10 facts about xanthos ? 👀🖊️

10 facts for my favourite (formerly!) fratricidal grandpa ^.^

1. He likes to write as a hobby! He tends to keep this secret, not because he's insecure about his skill (though it may be a part of it too), but because of the subject matter... vampire romance yuri 👄

2. He's very nosy and likes to know what other people are up to... 😭 He has absolutely no problem with showing up uninvited to events. He'll drop by Nerine's place for dinner at random too :~)

3. He has a little bit of a sweet tooth, and loves savory foods. He has a higher than average spice tolerance, but his spice tolerance is nothing compared to AZ (spice king...)

4. He likes to sew and he likes to knit ... When she returns, Xanthos sometimes makes small dresses for Floette to wear !

5. Xanthos is mixed race 🙏🏾 Afro Amazigh + Breton French + Macedonian. He's also distantly Turkish on his dad's side.

5. He claims he briefly knew Alexander the Great but no one believes him 😭 but is it really that big of an impossibility...?

6. His grandson Lucerne introduces him and AZ to videogames at some point ........ They get really intense when they play smash bros.

7. He likes to clean and is generally a very tidy, organized person :~) he'll sing while cleaning too, usually ancient songs he knows.

8. His equivalent to AZ's backpack is a giant duffel bag, but I've never drawn it not even once 😭 just know he has one. It's mostly filled with clothes as well as some of his favourite books and some craft items.

9. You'd expect otherwise with how tall he is, but he's honestly a bit of a lightweight and gets drunk very fast ... He generally avoids drinking due to this.

10. Though the flowers I associate with him are marigolds and hyacinths, his personal favourite flowers are snapdragons

[yellowbunnydreams]

Mechanised Devotion (Part 11) ~Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader~

Word count so far (all parts:) 22,391

Tag List!: @ruh--roh-raggy @likoplays @perfectlycraftychaos

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, afab reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 40's), mention of crimes and violence, blood, mentions of child death (it's FNAF, what did you expect?), past trauma; abusive relationships. Stalking.

Saturday morning was peaceful for you, and you had a spring in your step as you walked along. Humming softly in the early morning light, you bit your lip and couldn't help the infectious grin that spread across your face. Steve had practically spent the whole day with you before, apologising for being rough and angry with you when he kissed you back for the first time and when you had arrived at work, you had found a bouquet of flowers made up of Sweet Williams and Snapdragons, an odd combination to be sure. But the delicate mix of pinks, greens and white combined with the little card attached in Steve's neat, blocky handwriting made your heart melt away.

'To my doll, I don't know if giving flowers to pretty young ladies is still a thing anymore, but I hope you like them. - X'

You had been carrying the flowers as you walked, reading the card over and over again with your heart fluttering in your chest as you thought about how sweet the gesture was. You didn't know how to thank him, and you realised that he had made you feel giddy like nothing else.

Hearing the 'woop' of a siren behind you, you stepped to one side and saw Vanessa pulling up, coasting besides you for a moment before the window rolled down and she leaned up, smiling at you.

"Hey stranger! I've been meaning to get a hold of you!" She laughed, leaning against the door and glancing at the flowers with a grin, gesturing to the passenger door with a tilt of her head. "Get in, we'll go grab coffee to celebrate you finishing for the week."

"Are you sure? I don't want to-"

"Get in woman! We need to have a little catch-up and I want to know how things are going with you." Vanessa laughed again, even as a small pit of unease settled into her stomach. She hadn't expected to see you again after she gave you a visit last time, she assumed her father would have taken care of you, but now she was glad that she had bided her time and found you again. The folder on the backseat suddenly carrying a lot more weight than she wished it would.

You climbed in, cradling the flowers preciously and occasionally stroking their silky petals. Your cheeks a matching blush as you thought about how surprised Steve would be if you dropped by later. Maybe with his favourite pecan pie and the promise of coffee to go with it. Wondering if he would take offence if she asked him to drive her home afterwards, hoping to receive a goodnight kiss as payment.

The drive was short, and as you pulled into the familiar parking lot of Sparky's, you noticed with a frown some missing posters tacked to the lamp-posts. The waiter that you had spoken to the previous day, the mono-chrome photo still showing his curled pale hair and a bright smile, but you shook off a feeling of dread that came over you, knowing it was stupid and he probably left the small town to go find bigger dreams.

Stepping inside, Vanessa found a small corner booth and you realised with a smile that it was the same booth that you and Steve had sat at together on your unofficial first date. Cheeks colouring deeper as you pulled the flowers closer and breathed in their subtle scent. Vanessa excused herself for a second to grab some info for you, and you happily let her.

Nothing was going to ruin the happiest day you'd probably had in your life so far.

Coming back, Vanessa looked somewhat nervous. Placing the file on the table with the words 'Freddy Fazbear's ' neatly printed in block capitals across the label, your hand automatically reached for it, but the slender hand on top of your own stopped the motion. Looking up, you noticed how concerned Vanessa looked, giving you a small strained smile as she spoke.

"Hey, before you read all that, why don't you tell me who's made you so happy?" She asked, trying to make her voice chipper as she removed her hand, looking at your confused expression before gesturing to the flowers you cradled so tightly to your body.

"Oh! Right, yeah um...You might not know him." You giggled, blushing and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you glanced at the flowers again. Grinning broadly as you saw Vanessa light up, leaning forwards on the table and placing her hands under her chin, clearly happy to hear about your romance, wriggling her eyebrows in a way that made you snort.

"Come on! I'm a cop in a small town, if I don't know somebody, that's far more suspicious. Do I need to run a background check to keep my favourite security guard around?" You laughed at her joke, looking shyly at the floor as you spoke, still smiling as you thought about the impassioned moment you had spent the previous day and of course, your first kiss with him.

"Well... he's older, he's really sweet, and... and I feel really lucky to have met him, despite the fact I kissed him first."

Vanessa laughed, making a gently teasing 'ooo' noise as she saw how you lit up about the guy you were talking about. It seemed to her that you had escaped the clutches of Freddy Fazbear's and would be okay. You could lead a normal, happy life away from the misery that escaped that place.

"I still don't hear a name." She teased sing-songly as your coffees arrived, taking a sip of hers with a thankful smile. Seemingly much more relaxed than when she had gone out to her car, which made you less worried in turn.

"Well...Steve Raglan?" You offered the name up, causing Vanessa to choke on her sip of coffee, her face turning red for a second as she spluttered. Wiping at her face with a napkin, she looked at your concerned expression and chuckled, trying to dislodge any leftover coffee in her airway.

"Sorry, for a second it sounded like you said Steve Raglan."

"I...I did?" you said, confused. Watching Vanessa's face, it fell slowly back out of the friendly smile, her grey eyes darting to the file on the table, lingering for a moment as she whispered a quiet curse under her breath. A feeling of dread settling into your stomach, glancing at the file too and reaching out cautiously. "Vanessa...What the hell is going on?" You asked, fingers hovering over the file opening, not quite sure you wanted to open it. You had a feeling that whatever was inside was nothing good, and the sinking feeling grew in your stomach as the woman refused to meet your eyes as she took a few deep breaths for composure.

"Before you open it...You should know that Freddy's has a.. colourful history. It got shut down after five kids went missing in the eighties." She said, which gave you the creeps, the hairs on the back of your neck rising slightly as you wondered why you hadn't been informed of that when you took the job. "They were presumed dead after a while...and they...made some arrests, they found the bodies eventually. Inside the animatronic suits."

You felt sick to your stomach as she spoke, not wanting to believe a word she said. You thought of all the times you had jokingly called the animatronics 'childish' or treated them like children and you suddenly felt even more sick. Stomach churning as Vanessa seemed to purse her lips, reluctant to continue as she watched the colour draining slowly from your face.

"You should just be prepared when you open that file. Don't do anything stupid, and please, please promise me you will leave this place after you find out."

You didn't answer, how could you? The bile in your throat rose as you carefully and shakily undid the folder and let the various photographs spill onto the table. Some were clearly from when the restaurant was open, happy kids, smiling next to mascots. One of which was a child that looked like Vanessa next to a large, yellow rabbit. The unruined version of the one that had assaulted you. But then they turned into crime-scene photos. Newspaper clippings about the five missing kids. About Freddy's closing due to health and safety complaints from the parents.

You stomach dropped through the floor as you saw the last photos.

One was of two men, arms around each others shoulders and both wearing classy suits, shirts and ties. One you didn't recognised, but the other looked like Steve Raglan, only a lot younger and smiling broadly. His eyes still crinkling at the corners like they did when he smiled at you. The same, elegant looping handwriting that had been in our paycheck note was scrawled across the bottom.

'Pictured L-R; William Afton & Henry Emily - Fredbear's Family Diner'

The second photo was a serious photo, taken a few years later, but unmistakably this time Steve. Lined up on a mug-shot where the notes on the papers attached described the arrest that had been made.

For the murder of five children. All under the legal name William Afton.

Standing rapidly, your head felt thick, spinning as bile rose in your throat. Your hands still clutching to the flowers for dear life like they were your only life-line left amongst a storm at sea. Hyperventilating. Vanessa stood up too, hands out and cooing something to you that you couldn't hear over the poudning of blood in your ears.

"N-No, you have...have the wrong person, it just looks like him!" You protested, hands shaking and eyes welling up with tears. You could see her own eyes misting over as she shook her head slowly. Carefully coming in and pulling you into a careful hug, holding onto you tightly as you instinctually held onto her in return, body shaking as it felt the world had been ripped from under your feet.

"I'm so, so sorry... I... I didn't know, I should have warned you sooner... But I can't mistake my own dad for somebody else." she whispered carefully into your hair, letting the words wash over you and suddenly your knees gave out from under you. Letting the cop catch you as you sobbed uncontrollably, squeezing onto the bouquet of lies in your hands as everything you knew about what had happened to you turned into a dismal grey false memory.

~~

Vanessa had explained more as she drove you home. Handing you the picture of who you thought was Steve Raglan so that you couldn't deny the truth she was telling you. She explained that he really was her dad, that the girl in the photo was her and that the man in the Spring Bonnie was her father, William Afton. A mechanical genius, he had worked with his life-long friend to open Fredbear's, which had then grown and expanded into Freddy's during the early eighties.

Then, one day the mask of humanity had slipped, and they found out about what kind of monster he really was. He had killed those five kids, possibly a sixth one at a different time and ever since then, he hadn't killed anymore since then. They moved away for a while, to get him out of the town's memory before he returned as Steve Raglan, and Vanessa as a separate entity despite the fact they still lived together as family. He became a careers counsellor so that he could direct people who wouldn't be missed to Freddy's, still owning the building and the lot itself. The people who went in either died to the usually hostile animatronics, or, to him.

All the information swirled around in your head, and suddenly, you felt dirty. Used. Manipulated.

But you had decided to shower and change when you got back, the flowers in the vase in your room now some cruel joke about you finding a nice man after your abusive ex.

You'd walked from one monster right into another.

You didn't remember when you decided to walk. Your converse only tied on loosely, grubby off-white. A thick pastel yellow hoodie against the cooler air and some jeans. Your hands in your pockets as you kept your eyes on the road. Blurry with tears as your head and your stomach hurt. You didn't even realise that you were headed anywhere in particular, but it was a dark, starless sky when you finally finished walking. Looking up to see where you were and trying to figure out how to turn around and go home.

The heavy trees to your right looked all too inviting and familiar.

You realised where you were, and it was on instinct that your feet moved towards the trees. Feet crunching the gravel beneath that you had never noticed before when you had taken the drive last. Your heart and head pounding in sync as you drew closer and closer to the last and the first place you wanted to be that night.

The house looked different in the low light, ominous and eerie. It look dilapidated, like there had been no love or effort poured into it for years. The photo in your pocket was heavy. Burning against your leg as you tried to steel your nerves.

As you approached quietly, you could hear raised voices inside. One was softer, more feminine and you faintly recognised it as Vanessa's as you quietly climbed up the porch steps. The other was Ste- William's voice, cold and angry. Your hairs raising on the back of your neck as you recognised some of the cold, burning tones that he had used on you when you had let him into your room.

It hadn't been a moment of passion, but the first time he had lost control of the mask in front of you.

The door felt too large as you stood infront of it and after a few moment's thought, you raised your hand and pressed the doorbell, hearing the chime playing through the house and forcing the voices inside to stop.

The door opened cautiously after a heartbeat or five hundred, and Vanessa's concerned face peered around the corner. Eyes widening as she spotted you with your hood pulled up against the cold. Panic filling her eyes as she tried to speak quietly, laughing nervously as she said you name.

"Now isn't a good time, you should really-"

"Is he here? Is Ste-...William. Is William here?" You asked, swallowing the name like thick, bitter medicine as Vanessa glanced over her shoulder, giving you the answer without muttering a word.

Aggressively, you pushed forwards, throwing Vanessa slightly as she wasn't expecting you to force your way inside. It felt strange to see her without her cop uniform, but you supposed that it was a day from strange things.

Taking down your hood, you headed into the lounge, where the man you now knew as William Afton sat in a large recliner. His glasses off and hair slightly messy. Shirt unbuttoned and revealing a white undershirt, still wearing his slacks from work as he lazily and coldly looked up from something in his lap. It was a laptop and you could make out the familiar layout of Freddy's after realising it was from different angles. Including one inside the office.

Panic crossed his face as he registered you, slamming the laptop shut and grabbing his glasses, pushing them on and smiling warmly. That lopsided smile that you would have said you loved that morning. It made you sick as he looked at you in that moment, even if you felt yourself beginning to melt under it.

"Doll! what a nice surprise, did you get my-"

Taking the picture out of your pocket, you slammed it onto the little table near his chair. Revealing the same mugshot that Vanessa had handed you, clearly labelled as 'William Afton - Arrest under suspicion of murder x5'.

"You don't get to talk unless you can explain what the fuck this is." Fighting back tears and swallowing as you tried to hold onto your gaze on his face. The same kind face that you had so tenderly kisses, that you had shared your pain with. That had saved you.

And you watched it all go dark as his expression fell, the darkness that you had glimpsed so many times for seconds before rising to the surface.

Steve Raglan was finally dead and buried, and only William Afton was left standing with no facade to hide behind.

[vodika-vibes]

Hello there! Congrats for the followers! For the bouquet requests, may I have Red Carnation (Deep Romantic Love) and Lilac (First Love) for Rex with f!reader and fluffsies? Where it's Rex's first relationship and maybe reader's pottering about in a balcony garden and snipping some flowers to put in a vase (like snapdragons, cornflowers, calendulas, and carnations) and he just loves reader's little mumblings and mumblings? Maybe a hug from behind from Rex (or for Rex? Don't mind!)?

I'm such a sap and so many of those flowers have a place in my heart, but these two (rose and pansy also but i could only put two in the bouquet haha!) are some of my favourite flowers of all time! I'm desperate fr spring and summer to see my plants come back up and see what self seeders have survived this mild December and very frozen January, so tha tmay show in this ask 😅

Take your time and no obligation <3

(@eternal-transcience)

Fairy Tales

Summary: It's a beautiful spring day, and you get to spend the day with the love of your life, Rex.

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 1020

Warnings: This is sappy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, full disclosure, I only know how to repot plants because mom made me garden as a punishment as a child (so in my brain gardening is still a punishment) luckily, Home Depot has very handy gardening tips on their website. Also, I hope Rex is in character her. He's surprisingly hard to write. But I hope you enjoy it!

If someone were to ask you what your favorite time of year was, you would immediately answer the spring. You love watching the snow melt and feeling the bitter cold of winter fade into the gentle warmth of the spring.

But your absolute favorite part of spring is watching your flowers bloom.

Being able to wake up each morning and peeking out your window to see if there’s a hint of color on your balcony, it’s everything you love about the spring. 

And this year, this year you get to introduce your love of spring to your new boyfriend. You couldn’t be more excited if you tried.

Speaking of said boyfriend-

Strong arms slide around your waist and warm lips press against the back of your head, “You look like you’re having fun, mesh’la.” Rex murmurs against the back of your head, and then he shifts and rests his chin on your shoulder, “What are you doing, anyway?”

You flash him a small grin, “I’m repotting some of my plants. They’ve outgrown their smaller pots. Do you want to help?”

“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be.” Rex warns as he tightens his arms around your waist, “I can’t exactly claim that I’m something of an expert on plants.”

A laugh slips from your lips, “Oh, Rex,” You set the pot you’re handling down on the table, and turn in his arms so you’re able to look at him properly, “You don’t have to be an expert, I’m happy to teach you.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “And if you’re not interested in learning, then I’ll be happy with your company.”

Rex’s smile is soft as he watches you, “I don’t mind helping. This is important to you, right? I want to learn so I can help you.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you press your face against his shoulder, feeling like you’re about to melt into a puddle. How can this man be so soft and sweet? It should be illegal to love someone as much as you love him.

“Mesh’la?”

You pull away and grin up at him, “Sorry, I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”

He averts his gaze shyly for a moment, and you are unable to hide your giggles as you press your face back against his shoulder and inhale the scent that’s pure Rex.

You’ve never loved anyone as much as you love Rex.

All of those stories you read as a child, about True Love and happily ever afters, they always seemed like they were exaggerations. After all, you’ve been in love before, and it never felt like how the stories claimed. 

And then you met Rex.

Sweet Rex. Kind Rex. Gentle Rex.

Rex who smiles at you like you are his only source of joy. Rex who touches you like you’re made of the finest gemstones. Rex who managed to make you believe in Fairy Tales again, so long as it’s with him.

Rex, who’s never been in a relationship before you, but knows that you’re his happily ever after.

You release a love-struck sigh and turn your head slightly to look up at him. Rex is watching  you, and though you see his cheeks darken at the way you look at him, he just chuckles and presses his hand over your eyes, “You need to stop looking at me like that.”

“And how am I looking at you?” You ask as you duck under his hand.

“Like I hung the stars in the sky just for you.”

You laugh softly, your love struck smile becoming something smaller, but no less loving, “Is that so bad?”

He ducks his head and kisses the tip of your nose, “We’re also not going to get anything done if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Is this your way of saying that I need to focus?” You tease.

“I suppose one of us has to be the mature one,” He teases right back. Rex kisses your nose one last time, and then gently spins you so that you’re facing the table again, “So. Walk me through it.” He says as he slides his arms around your waist again.

“It’s really easy,” You reply, “First, you need to choose a pot. Which…I have already done, so you can skip that step.” He chuckles low in his ear and your face heats, “Shush, I didn’t think you would want to help, so I already bought everything I needed.”

Rex kisses your cheek, “Next time we can go together.”

“It’s a date,” You say brightly, “Anyway! You fill the new pot with soil, and then you remove the plant from the old pot and loosen the roots, and then stick it in the new pot, add more soil, water it and done!” You gesture to the green plant dramatically, “See, easy.”

You glance at Rex and see that he’s watching you with a look of adoration on his face.

“What?” You ask, suddenly feeling shy.

“I love you so much,” He murmurs.

Your face heats, but a delighted smile crosses your face, “I didn’t do anything special.”

“You don’t have to do anything special. You’re you. It’s more than enough.” Rex murmurs, and then he kisses your cheek again, “Is it always like this? Being in love?”

“I hope so,” You reply, “I thought I’ve loved before, but it never felt so…”

“So-?”

“Perfect.” You finish with a small smile, “Natural. Easy.”

He laughs softly, “Well, in that case, I’m glad that I fell for you first. I would hate to have a subpar experience.”

You laugh, “Well, I’m happy to be of service.”

His arms tighten a little more, and then loosen again, “Alright, let me try. I’m sure I can’t mess this up too badly.”

He releases you and moves to stand next to you, and you immediately turn to slide your arms around his waist.

You have no way of knowing what the future holds, but you hope that there’s a lot more of this. Soft and warm and happy, surrounded by flowers and love.

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Don't mess with our dad

The great general Furfur was attacked. Somehow, winding up in the hospital with several cuts, a concussion, 3 broken ribs, his left kneecap broken, and a dislocated jaw. The large demon pouting about whatever had occurred.

A nurse walked in and smiled. "Look, general! Someone sent you a "get" well gift!" Showing him the large boutique of flowers that she arranged in the vase next to his bed. As well as a small card. For a demon like Furfur, who understood the meaning of several plants for research purposes that was anything but a gift.

13 types of flowers hidden away in disguised present. 13 flowers, basically screaming at him the same message. It was actually kinda cute how passive-aggressive the warning in it came.

Yellow carnations, meaning rejection. Columbine stood for foolishness, and the Geranium empathized that by adding folly and stupidity to the mix. Hydrangea showed signs of heartless or frigid affection. The lavender indicates deep signals of mistrust.

Orange Lily screams out hatred with its loud coloration. Marigold showed off grief and jealousy, but considering there were also Yellow Roses added, also implying jealousy and infidelity, he knew which way the message leaned. Then came the Peonies for bashfulness and shame.

The Poppies were a consolation of sorts as the Snapdragons spoke of deception and grace. The Zinnia were absent in affection while the Lotus tried to offer enlightenment and rebirth. Something along the lines of... 'Get lost, you jealous pig. I wouldn't even trust you in the next life.'

On the card, there was the entire misfit class, and several of them were holding a "get" well soon banner. It was rather sweet until he spotted his two trainees holding a sign over their heads. In big bold letters, it said. 'DON'T PICK ON DAD AGAIN!'.

Even that was somewhat amusing... until he remembered how he ended up here in the first place. A shudder rushed down his spine cause a brief grunt to escape as it pasted his ribs. Maybe he should wait a bit before he ever decides to visit again.

**the day before**

It was just an average weekend spent at home. All the kids were over and causing mischief. Balam currently had an energetic Clara on his shoulders whilst Iruma and Lied clung to his legs.

Kamui was sitting with Kerori and Elizabetta currently having tea. Alice and Sabro were fighting again, but they weren't destroying anything, so you chalked that up for a win. Picero was taking a nap on his cloud while Goemon, Allocer, and Jazz seemed to be playing some kind of card game.

Which left Soi, who was currently trying to sneak up on Balam with one of your freshly made flower crowns. You giggled as you watched the two of them playfully participate in a game of now you see me. Every time Balam-San would turn to acknowledge the little demon, he would disappear.

Overall, it was a lovely day. Too bad something had to ruin it. A shadow loomed over you, and you glanced up recognizing your uninvited guest. "Hiya cutie, did ya miss me?" General Furfur.

You gave him a blank stare in return. "What are you doing here?" The disinterest in you tone making the answer to his question very clear. "Aw, don't be so cold. Didn't we have fun last time?" That slick smirk stretching across his face.

"I believe I told you already. I don't waste my time with people who don't raise my interest. You had it, but you lost it just as quickly. It's not my fault if you can't maintain something." You shrug before turning back to watch your kids.

Somehow, Soi had either snuck up a tree without Balam-San noticing or the demon had let the boy think that. Either way, he hung precariously above the gargoyles head, shushing a giggling Clara as he dropped the laurel on top of their dad's head.

Shichirou, for his part, blinked and pretended to be surprised when he reached up to touch his head. "What do you even see in him?" You heard the frustration in his voice, and you stiffened.

"I mean, he's so weird, I heard he constantly carried creepy books around as a student, and he is constantly mumbling strange nonsense. So what's there to even like?" You could feel your nails digging into your flesh, your teeth clenching together like a steel trap.

"And you know even if he is strong, he's more of a pacifist, not very demon like if you ask me." Every word seemed to grate on your skin. How dare he?!? How dare he scoff at your husband/mate/whatever this relationship had escalated to.

Standing up, you were ready to send him flying through the garden wall. Only.... someone beat you to it? Well, more like two demon's cause it seemed Alice and Sabro had heard the red demon trash talking their master.

It seems all of your children had heard to actually as they proceeded to gang up on the large general before he could stand. Kicking punching scratching, you even saw iruma bitting him!! Balam cautiously approached you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Are you alright?" He whispers softly in your ear, brushing his woven feathers behind your ear as he does. You glance over to him. Seeing your present still firmly in place wrapped by strong vines around his neck. The pretty stone sort of winking in the light.

Reaching up, you wiped your shocked tears off of your face in surprise. Oh! You hadn't realized you were crying. "Yeah, it's just..." looking back in time to see Clara and Sabro holding a large hammer and smashing it on one of Furfurs legs.

"I'm just so proud!" The tears of shock quickly turning into one's of joy. "Look at my babies fighting to defend you! Oh, where's my camera?!" You quickly grabbed your phone and started taking pictures.

The gargoyle shifted somewhere between nervous but also proud. "Shouldn't we stop them?" You waved off his concern. "It will be fine as long as they don't kill him."

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 176

warnings: none hmh masterlist

It’s a warm fall day with a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. The leaves are starting to change color, displaying a beautiful array of red, orange, and yellow hues. The sun is shining brightly, so all you’d really need is a T-shirt and maybe a light sweater. As you drove past the town square, people were out and about, enjoying the warm weather and soaking in the last days of sunshine before winter arrives, hopefully much later than expected.

John is currently at home doing some yard work while you went to the store to do the grocery shopping. You stopped by the farmers' market in Oyster Bay to get fresh fruits and vegetables, and Ronan was so happy since she got snap peas to eat while you shopped around. She helped you pick out a beautiful bouquet of white zinnias, red snapdragons, and some pink dahlias, and of course, she picked a very nice green pepper for her daddy since he loves them.

As soon as you pull into the driveway, you see John setting down some pumpkins. It’s never too early to start decorating for Halloween--that’s what you usually say. This year, you had a little late start, so you’re getting everything out now. John is being so sweet and helping out, even though he’s very much annoyed with you.

At least that’s what you think.

“Hey,” you wave at him as you park the car, and he looks up, “Looks good.”

“What?”

You turn off the car, talking a little louder since he’s several feet away, “I said it looks good!”

“Oh, yeah,” he stands up and shrugs as he looks at everything he’s set out, “Yeah, I think so too.”

Without being asked, John walks over and opens the trunk of the car to find all the groceries. It’ll take several trips in and out, but you know it’ll be done quickly with his help. Ronan is babbling to herself in the backseat, still holding the green pepper she picked for John, and you smile at her when you stop by the rolled-down window to check on her.

“Are you going to show daddy what you got him?” you ask, and Ronan holds it up proudly. “Babe, Ro got you something.”

“She did?” He walks over and laughs when he sees the pepper in her hand, “That’s daddy’s favorite! How did you know?”

Ronan smiles wide, handing the pepper to John. He takes the pepper and reaches in to ruffle her hair before he grabs a few more bags to bring inside. You walk over to check the trunk but see he’s taken everything in, so you get Ronan out and carry her inside.

“Go play for a bit while we put away the groceries.” you say as you set her down in front of her basket of toys, then you head back to the kitchen, “The yard looks good.”

John nods as he looks at you, “Thank you. I have a few things I need to get, but it’s coming together. We’ll be able to get the Halloween stuff this weekend.”

“We don’t have to decorate for Halloween.”

“You don’t want to?” he asks as he slides a box of cereal into the pantry, then he turns to you, “You always love to decorate for a holiday.”

You shrug, “I mean, yeah, but…”

“Then we’ll decorate,” he says, and you look over at him to see a soft smile on his face, “You love to decorate, sweetheart. We’ll decorate.”

“Have any plans tonight?”

John puts the empty grocery bags away, “Yeah, Jimmy wanted to go out and grab some drinks. Maybe watch a game. You?”

“No,” you shake your head, “No plans. Well, actually I’ll be honest, I planned on sitting with my iPad and looking up Halloween decorations.”

John chuckles softly, “Sounds fun. You’re more than welcome to join us tonight.”

“No!” you brush it off and look over at him, “I’ll never crash a boys' night.”

“It’s not really a boys’ night,” he leans back against the counter, crossing his legs at his ankles, “It’s just me and Jimmy hanging out.”

You turn to face him, “Still, I refuse to crash one of your nights with friends--and don’t say he’s not a friend!”

John starts to laugh, “He is a friend. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t.”

“Is he your…best friend?” you ask, teasingly.

“He’s one of them,” he holds your gaze and smirks, “But you are my ultimate best friend.”

You stand up straight, “Am I really? Even now?”

“’Even now’?” John jerks his head back and furrows his brow, “What does that mean?”

You shrug bashfully, “You’re annoyed with me.”

“What?” he laughs, reaching for your hands, “Why do you think that I’m annoyed with you?”

“You didn’t want to go with us to the store, you were kind of quiet this morning when I left, and you just don’t seem very interested in me today.”

John starts to laugh as he pulls you into his arms, “You are so funny. I never said I didn’t want to go to the store with you. I said that I wanted you to go so I could get things done around here--I wanted to surprise you with getting a head start on the decorations. I was quiet this morning because I didn’t really feel that well, which I feel fine now. As for not seeming interested in you, that is genuinely not true at all and I think you’ve made it up. In fact, I know you made it up.”

“I did not! I tried to kiss you and you didn’t even kiss me back.” you say, and he furrows his brow as he laughs, “You didn’t! I said ‘Okay, I’m leaving now. I’ll be back soon’, and you just waved and walked away.”

“I didn’t feel good!” he laughs, and you squint your eyes, “I am not going into detail, peach.”

You continue to squint your eyes at him, then you nod, “Okay, gotcha. A bathroom issue.”

“Yes, and I don’t really want to divulge the details of that.” he says, and you start to laugh. “I’m not annoyed with you, okay? You don’t ever annoy me. You never have, and I genuinely mean that.”

“Dada!” Ronan yells from the living room, and he quickly kisses your cheek before walking out to see what Ronan needs.

You shake your head, “My damn brain.”

Only you would think John is mad at you when he’s really just not feeling well and wants you to leave so he can use the bathroom. At that, you start to laugh a little.

“What is momma laughing about?”

You look over at John holding Ronan, “How stupid I am sometimes.”

“Ah, ah, not stupid!” he says, and you smile when Ronan mimics John’s ‘ah, ah’.

Ronan bounces in John’s arms before she kicks her legs to be put down, then she runs off to the living room with Bleu following behind her. John takes a deep breath and looks at you, and you both start to laugh before hugging one another tight. You lean back to look at him, and he cups your face and kisses you tenderly.

“Poor thing, you’ve spent hours thinking I’m upset with you,” he whispers, and you shake your head and laugh. “What are your plans for tonight, sweetheart? Because if you do want to, you’re welcome to come with us.”

“Nah,” you wave it off, “We can spend time apart. We don’t need to be that annoying couple.”

John cocks his brow, “What if I want to be?”

“God, me too.” you start to laugh as he dips you, kissing you hard on the lips. He helps you stand up, then you smile at him, “Seriously, I’ll be fine. Ro and I can have a girls' night.”

“But when I get home, we can have a Wick night. I won’t be gone long.”

You start to laugh as you nod, “God, we’re insufferable.”

“We’re in love, mouse!” he wraps his arms around you, shaking you from side to side a little, “We’re in looove.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you dance in place with him, “Yes, we can have a Wick night when you get home, but Ro might not be awake.”

“That’s okay,” he leans down to kiss you before he lets you go, “I can always hold her while she sleeps.”

He is too damn sweet and just loves his family. It’s adorable.

You lean up to kiss him again before you walk out to the living room to find the mess Ronan has made with her toys. No matter how many times you put them away, she’s gonna make a mess. John used to be a little uptight about it, but he’s learned to let it go. Things are bound to get messy with a kid.

John reaches down and tickles Ronan, “You and momma are gonna have a fun night.”

“Yes, we are!” you laugh as Ronan runs over to John, attacking his legs. “We’ll take a bath in the big tub, then we’ll get all snuggled up and watch a spooooky movie. Maybe--”

“Don’t watch It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown without me!” he says, pointing his finger at you, “I want to be with you when she watches it for the first time.”

A smile spreads across your face as you lean over to bite the tip of his finger, “Of course we won’t watch it without you. We’ll probably watch Hotel Transylvania or Coco.”

John takes a deep breath and looks at the clock on the wall, “I should probably shower and get ready.”

“For your date.”

“It’s not a date,” he laughs as he leans down to kiss you. You look up at him and grin, and he starts to laugh, “Stop.”

You watch as he heads upstairs, “Have fun on your date! I hope you get a second one!”

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You’re currently sprawled out on the couch with Ronan tucked into your side as you scroll through the Target app and add things to your cart. You have about 10 items in your cart right now, making the total around $450, but knowing you, you’ll end up feeling guilty about spending so much that you’ll delete everything. Knowing John, he’ll go with you to the store and point out everything (unknowingly) that you had in your cart and say that you should get it. He’ll end up adding it without a second thought.

Jimmy drove tonight, so you’re not surprised when you see John walking up the driveway. He stumbles a bit, which makes you laugh, then he unlocks the front door and comes in.

“Hi!” he says loudly, and you point at Ronan. He whispers loudly, “Oh, shit, sorry!”

“John!” you laugh quietly as you carefully move off the couch and walk to him, “Are you drunk?”

John leans back against the door and chuckles, “Maybe.”

“You’re being so loud. Shh!” you look over your shoulder at Ronan still zonked out, “Go to our room. I’ll be up in a minute.”

John wiggles his brows, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you roll your eyes playfully. There’s no way you’re having sex with him tonight. He’ll pass out the moment his head hits the pillow anyway. “Go upstairs.”

“Fine,” he stumbles a little trying to get his shoes off without using his hands, and you laugh as you walk over to Ronan.

You lift Ronan off the couch and carry her up to her room, but John quickly follows and gives her a kiss before going to your bedroom. Ronan shifts around a little until she’s comfortable, and you give her a kiss before heading to your room to find John laying on the bed in just his boxers and a huge grin.

“Well, hello.”

You laugh as you close your bedroom door, “Not happening.”

“What? Why?”

“Jonathan, you’re drunk. I’m not having sex with you. You wouldn’t have sex with me when I came home from hanging out with the girls and having a few drinks, so I’m not having sex with you.” you cross your arms and raise your brows. “Not tonight.”

John laughs as he sits up, “Oh, so this is payback?”

God, he does look so good though. His cheeks are a little flushed from the alcohol, but he’s smiling so wide. He’s shirtless, his hair looks great, and when he moves, you can see little glimpses of his tattoos, which always drives you a little crazy.

“No! This is you being drunk and me not taking advantage of that.”

“Well, I want you to.” he starts to smile, “What if I go down on you? I really want to go down on you. I’m drooling just thinking about it.”

You stare at him as he scoots to the end of the bed, “Jonathan Charles.”

“Come on…” he laughs, pulling you closer by the waistband of your pants, “I’ll beg.”

“Though it’s awfully tempting…” you say as you lean down to kiss him, "The answer is still no.”

John moves closer and lifts your shirt up as he kisses your stomach, “Please, I really need a taste. I need you to sit on my face.”

You look down at him as he puts your shirt over his head and continues to kiss and suck on your stomach. Your eyes roll shut when he nips at your skin, and you squeeze your legs shut when you feel the dull ache between them. He moves down to the waistband of your pants and begins to tug them down until they’re at your ankles as he kisses even lower and nips at your hip bone.

God, it’s so awfully tempting, but he’s not thinking straight. Obviously if he wasn’t drunk, this would totally be happening right now, no questions asked, but he’s not completely sober. He’d never give in to you if the roles were reversed, and you want to give him that same respect.

“John,” you pull your shirt from over his head and look into his bloodshot brown eyes, “No.”

John narrows his eyes and watches you walk over to your side of the bed, “Fine!”

A laugh escapes your lips, and John turns around to look at you, still glaring. You shake your head a little and pull off your shirt so you’re just in a bralette before crawling into bed, then you turn off your light and roll to your left side to face John. He’s facing away from you, so you tap his shoulder a few times, but he doesn’t move. You sit up and lean over him, but he’s already passed out, just like you knew he would be.

“God, you’re so funny.” you whisper to him, then you lean down and kiss his cheek, “I love you.”

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“Ooh, look who has decided to join us for breakfast this morning,” you say when John finally strolls into the kitchen at nearly 11. “Already have a plate and hot coffee waiting for you.”

John looks at you and puts his hand over his heart as he walks to the table, “You have my heart, Mrs. Wick.”

Ronan offers John a piece of toast, which he takes, then she happily walks off with the piece of banana she has in her other hand. She stomps her tiny feet on the floor next to you and grins widely, her face covered in peanut butter and banana.

“You’re a little stinker like your daddy.” you say, and she nods her head. “Yeah, you are.”

John groans a little, “My head.”

“There’s ibuprofen right next to you.” you say, and he grabs it and takes some. You walk over and sit down next to him, rubbing your thumb over his cheek, “Gonna be a quiet day for you?”

“Yeah, I think so.” he nods, looking up at you, “Was I weird last night?”

You start to laugh, “No more than usual.”

“Oh, god, what did I do?”

You laugh when John puts his head in his hands, “You just wanted to go down on me.”

“That’s it?”

“I mean…” you start to laugh, and he shakes his head before waving his hand in a ‘give it to me’ motion. “Yeah, well, you wanted to go down on me--literally said you’d beg.”

John groans loudly, “Oh god.”

“Said you were drooling for it, which I will admit, was pretty hot. Then you decided to put my shirt over your head.” you say, and he starts to laugh, “I told you no, to which you said ‘fine’ and pouted before rolling onto your side of the bed and instantly passing out.”

“Nothing else?”

You shake your head when he looks at you, “Nope.”

“I’m so sorry,” he chuckles a little before leaning over to kiss your cheek, “I did not expect to get drunk.”

“Oh, and you were really loud when you came home. You tried to get your shoes off without using your hands and almost fell. It’s very weird seeing John Wick drunk. I don’t think I’ve seen you drunk since…our honeymoon.”

John takes a small bite of toast, “Jimmy decided we needed shots last night, and apparently, for some strange reason, I agreed.”

You start to laugh when you hear your phone ringing, and you reach for it to see Tess calling, “Hello?”

“Is your husband as hungover as mine?”

“Yes, he is.” you smile at John, then you get up and bring your plate to the sink, “Apparently Jimmy thought they needed shots.”

Tess laughs, “Oh, is that right? I heard it was John.”

“Hmm, interesting.” you look over at him, “So, John was the shots instigator last night.”

“Nope! Don’t let him pin this on me.” he says, then he quickly deflates and looks around, “Shit, maybe it was me?”

You laugh, “He seems confused. He needs a quiet day.”

“Yeah, same with Jimmy. Do you have plans?”

“I was going to do some Halloween shopping.”

Tess nearly squeals, “Can I come with?”

“Of course.” you say, then you look down at Ronan covered in marker--where the hell did she get a marker? “Ro and I will be over to pick you up in about 20 minutes. I need to get her cleaned up.”

You hang up with Tess and pick up Ronan to set her on the counter, then you scrub at her face with a paper towel to get the green marker off of it. You also find a star sticker in her hair. You have no idea where she’s getting this shit. The office, maybe?

“Babe, I think Ro got into the office.” you say, and he hums as he nods. “John…”

“Huh?”

You look over at him and laugh, “Ro and I are going to go out for a little bit. Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just going to rest.”

“Okay, well, if you need anything, just call me.” you say, and he nods his head before taking a bite of toast. You let Ronan down and watch as she scurries off to the office, giggling, “Ronan Charlotte!”

John flinches and squeezes his eyes shut, and you grimace when he looks at you, whispering ‘sorry.’ He finishes the last of his toast, then he brings his plate to the sink before finishing off his coffee and pouring himself another cup. You hold his gaze when he looks at you, and he leans against you, quietly groaning.

“Go lay down on the couch, babe.” you whisper to him, and he nods his head. “Just watch a movie. We’ll get out of your hair for a bit.”

“I don’t want you out of my hair. I want you here.” he says just as Ronan screams in delight from the other room. “Okay, well, I don’t want that.”

You start to laugh, “And those damn kids just never listen when you tell them to shut up, do they?”

John starts to laugh, “You’d never tell her to shut up.”

“No, but she’s not very good at using her indoor voice right now. I think it’s best if we get out for a bit while you get some rest.” you cup his face and lean up to kiss him, tasting coffee and peanut butter on his lips, “We’ll be back in a few hours.”

John closes his eyes and nods his head, “I’ll walk you two out to the car.”

“I’m parked in the driveway and the sun is blinding today,” you say, placing your hand on his chest to stop him, “Trust me, I’m saving your retinas right now.”

“Well, thank you.” he laughs, hugging you tightly.

You grab your phone and keys off the counter, then you walk into the living room, “Ro, baby, come on.”

Ronan comes stomping out of the office covered in more stickers and pulling a ball of yarn behind her, and you and John both look at each other. You take the yarn from her and wrap it back up, then you tuck it into a drawer in the kitchen so Toast won’t get it.

“Where did she find that?” John asks as he lifts her up and kisses her cheek before putting her back down.

“I’m nervous to look at the office.” you say, then you quickly put your hands on his chest when he starts to make his way towards it, “Nope! You’re laying down and relaxing. I’ll close the door so Bleu and Toast don’t get in there, but you’re not doing anything about it. I will when I get home.”

John gives you a displeased look, “I can clean the office, peach.”

“I have it taken care of!” you quickly shut the door and point at him, “Lay down and rest!”

He laughs as he walks over to lay on the couch. You lean down and kiss him, then you grab your purse and reach for Ronan’s hand. She blows a kiss to him when he waves at her, and you wave at him and blow a kiss too.

“We love you. We’ll be back soon.”

“I love you both,” he says, reaching for the TV remote. “Please drive carefully.”

You get Ronan’s shoes and look back at John, “Try not to have too much fun without us.”

John shakes his head as he looks at you, “I definitely won’t.”

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Tess was a little quiet while shopping. She just didn’t really seem like herself. You didn’t want to pester her and yank whatever it was bothering her out of her, but you definitely wanted to know. She never ended up telling you even though you two were together for hours shopping and getting lunch.

On the subject of shopping, you may have gone a little overboard on the Halloween decorations, but at least you didn’t spend $450! You spent…$436. The yard and house will look so good with all the decorations though.

“Okay, we have to be quiet.” you say to Ronan, and she nods her head.

You step into the house and smile when both Bleu and Toast run over to greet you, which causes Ronan to squeal. You set her down and lean over to look at the couch, but John isn’t laying there like you expected. Ronan stomps in place and giggles when Bleu licks her fingers that are sticky from fruit gummies.

“John?” you walk into the kitchen and find it empty, then you walk to the office, opening the door slowly in case he’s on a call or something. He’s not in there and the office is completely tidy again. Of course he cleaned it.

“Dada!” Ronan screams in delight and giggles, and you turn around to see John kneeling in front of the window playing peek-a-boo with her.

You laugh as you open the door and smile at him, “What happened to resting?”

“I’m all rested up.” he says, and you peck him quickly. “I was missing my girls, so I needed to do something to get my mind off of it.”

John gestures over your shoulder, and you turn around to see the patio is covered in bales of hay, pumpkins, and scarecrows. He smiles proudly when you look back at him. It looks so cute, and he clearly worked really hard on it despite having a hangover.

“How the hell did I miss this when I drove up? It looks great!” you smile at him, then you look over at Ronan as she tries to climb onto a bale of hay. “I actually got some more things to go with it, plus we’ll need to do the front door too. I got…a lot.”

“I figured.” he laughs, shrugging as he walks over to Ronan, “You know, I love how much you love decorating for holidays.”

You shrug and follow him, “I just want every holiday to be magical for Ro, especially Halloween and Christmas.”

“She’s going to love the holiday season and how special you make it,” he says, and you smile at him. He leans over to kiss the top of Ronan’s head, then he helps her get situated next to him on the bale of hay. “Did you pick costumes for the boys?”

“She did,” you start to laugh, “Bleu is going to be a bumblebee and Toast is going to just wear a pumpkin hat that he’ll definitely rip off. Bleu is the more patient one.”

John laughs, “That’s true, though for a cat, Toast is very patient with her. Toast and I did snuggle up on the couch for a while though. Purred so damn loud. Him, not me.”

You start to walk over to join the two of them, but your phone buzzes in your pocket. Tess is calling, so you quickly answer it.

“What are you doing?” she asks before you can even say hello.

“Standing on the side patio looking at John and Ronan. What are you doing?”

Tess sighs, “When was the last time we had a sleepover?”

“Uh,” you laugh as you sit in John’s lap, “I have no idea.”

“Why is it that when we become adults, we no longer have sleepovers? If anything, I think it’s way more fun to have them as adults. We can gossip about stuff, we can stay up later, we don’t have to sneak out, we can drive. It makes sense to have them as adults because we don’t spend as much time together. When you’re teens, you’re always together.”

You start to smile, “Tess, do you want to have a sleepover?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” she says, and you let out a small laugh. “I was actually hoping you’d be up for heading to the lake house for the weekend.”

The lake house is a bit of a drive, but it would be fun to have a nice weekend with her since you haven’t had one with just the two of you in a while.

“Let me talk to John and I’ll text you,” you look at him as you say goodbye to her, and he looks at you with soft brown eyes as you hang up. “Tess wants to go to the lake house--just us. Just to hang out for the weekend.”

“Oh, okay.” he nods, and you raise your brows as he starts to laugh, “I’m okay with that.”

You reach over and take the leaf from Ronan that she’s trying to stick into her mouth, “You’ll be okay with her this weekend?”

“Of course! We’ll have some daddy-daughter time.” he says, looking down at her before looking at you, “We’ll miss you though.”

“Which is why I’m kind of on the fence about leaving. I’m gonna miss you both so much,” you frown, and John leans up to kiss you. “We’ll FaceTime?”

John nods, “Of course. And you deserve a weekend away with Tess. Without annoying husbands, without kids. It’ll be nice for you two.”

“Yeah, I think so too--the weekend for the two of us, not the without annoying husband and kids part. You’re not annoying,” you say, and John bounces you on his knee and smiles. “I should let her know and pack a bag. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Yes, we’ll be fine.”

“But you don’t feel good!”

John laughs, “I’m fine, peach. I just needed a few extra hours of sleep, but I’m fine. I’m fully capable of taking care of her this weekend even with a hangover.”

“I just don’t want to dump her onto you this weekend while you don’t feel good.”

“I’m her dad,” he says, and you nod. “You’re not ‘dumping’ her onto me. I want to spend time with her, and it’s my responsibility to take care of her too. It’s not just on you to do that. Remember? We’re a team.”

You frown as his smile gets bigger, “I just want you to be okay. I mean, I went grocery shopping so you’ll be--”

“We’ll be okay,” he laughs, and you lean over to kiss him. “I was thinking of taking her to the pumpkin patch. I think we need some more. Don’t worry, we won’t go to the big one that we planned on going to. We’ll just go to the one in the town square.”

You frown, “That sounds fun though.”

“Doesn’t hanging out with your sister sound fun too?” he asks, and you nod your head, “Okay, then. You’ll have fun.”

You exhale sharply as you get up and turn to look at him, “I’m going to pack my bag then.”

“Oh, one thing,” he says and you look at him, “Can I keep the car?”

“Yeah, I assume Tess will drive,” you say, then you narrow your eyes and turn to him, “Why?”

He starts to laugh as he picks up Ronan and stands up, “We gotta fill this yard with pumpkins and I can’t do that with the Mustang.”

“Our own personal pumpkin patch?”

John laughs as he follows you into the house, “Hey, if that’s what Mrs. Wick wants, then that’s what she’ll get.”

“I mean, I don’t want an entire pumpkin patch, but yes, it would be kind of cool to line the driveway with them, so we can light them on Halloween night.”

“Did you hear that?” John asks Ronan as she looks at him with her big brown eyes, “We’re going to get some pumpkins. Just you and me!”

You start to smile as you watch John dancing with Ronan and kissing her cheek, “I’m so jealous.”

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After packing your bag for the weekend, you stood at the end of the driveway and said goodbye to John and Ronan for about 10 minutes. It was so hard to let them go and watch them from the mirror as they waved at you, but you know you’ll see them soon and it’ll be nice for them to spend some time together. Ronan adores her dad and he adores her just the same, so they’ll have a blast.

It did hurt a little to know that Ronan cried for a bit after you left. John texted you to let you know, but she stopped shortly after when John was able to distract her with a toy.

The first thing you and Tess did when you got to the lake house was open the windows to let in some warm fall air. The place just smells stale when no one is there for a while. You lit a few candles to help with the smell too. Tess decided to run to the store and grab some things for the weekend while you stayed back to get the house tidied a little bit.

Just as you reach for a pillow to fluff up, you hear the doorbell ring, which is odd since you really don’t get many visitors out here. You walk to the door and smile when you see a woman standing on the porch with a box in her arms.

“Hello?” you open the door and smile at her.

“Uh,” she looks at the paper taped to the box, “A delivery for Wick.”

You smile, “That’s me! What is this?”

The woman smiles, “He was very adamant on what he wanted and how quickly he wanted it delivered. He’s a keeper.”

You furrow your brow as you laugh, “Thanks?”

“Have a good day!” she says before bouncing back to her car.

Carrying the box inside, you kick the door shut with your foot, then you set the box on the kitchen counter and open it. You stand on your tiptoes to look into it, and you immediately smile when you see the note tucked into the beautiful flowers.

“You’re kidding me?” you laugh loudly as you hold up the large vase of dahlias, roses, and eucalyptus, then you grab the note to read.

We miss you already. Have a great weekend, my peach. We love you so much and can’t wait to see you. - Jonathan and Ronan.

You immediately get your phone and FaceTime John, listening to it ring while you set the vase of flowers on the table.

“Hi, peach,” he says, and you hold up your phone to show him the flowers, “You got them already? That was fast.”

“She said you were very adamant about getting them delivered right away.”

John laughs, “I was. I wanted them to get there before the end of the day. I’m glad you got them.”

You hold up your camera so John can see you, and you smile when you notice his hair is wet, “Did you two go swimming?”

“We did. It got really warm this afternoon. Jimmy and Finn are here too,” he says, showing you Jimmy sitting on the floor playing with the kids, and you wave at them. “Are you and Tess gonna swim?”

“Probably not,” you shake your head as you walk outside, “We’ll probably just sit on the sun deck for a bit, but you know me, I won’t swim unless you’re here for me to climb on.”

John laughs, “True. Where is Tess?”

“She went to the store. She should be back soon.” you say, looking at John’s face filling up your phone screen, “You look really handsome. Really happy.”

“I am happy!”

You playfully squint, “Because I’m not at home?”

“Because I’m talking to you! Peach, I don’t think you realize how much I miss you already.” he says as you smile, “I truly, truly miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you turn around as the front door opens, “Hey, Tess is here. We’ll FaceTime tonight, okay?”

John kneels down and holds the phone up so Ronan can see you, “Say bye to momma.”

“I love you so, so, so much.” you wave at her and smile when she waves back, “Thank you to my babies for my gorgeous flowers. I love them!”

“We’re glad!” John smiles as he waves, “I’ll talk to you later! Bye!”

You wave back before you blow a kiss and hang up, walking into the house to see Tess has several bags. You quickly help her get everything put away, and she laughs when she sees the flowers on the table.

“You’re kidding? He’s so cute,” she says, and you grin when she looks at you. “When did he get these sent?”

“The moment I left, I’m assuming.” you laugh as you gently touch a rose petal, “He’s sweet.”

Tess nods, “He is very sweet. Why doesn’t my husband send me flowers?”

You open your mouth to say something but you’re cut off by the doorbell. Tess quickly walks over to answer it, and you laugh when you see her coming in with a box just like yours.

“Oh, he definitely talked to John.” she says as she takes the vase of flowers out.

You laugh, “I assume he called shortly after John did. The boys are at my place right now.”

“Oh, and a box of chocolate!”

“I didn’t get a box of chocolate!” you walk over to your box and look in it, “Rude.”

Tess laughs as she looks at you, pressing her phone to her ear, “James! Did you buy me flowers?”

You widen your eyes when she talks in the most embarrassing baby voice to him, and she glares at you, pointing her finger and silently telling you to zip it. You laugh to yourself as you grab your phone and head outside to spend time in the sun.

__

Rolling over in bed, you nearly bump into Tess, who is sound asleep. You don’t even want to admit it, but you can’t sleep without John here. You selfishly hope he can’t sleep either. You get up from the bed and tiptoe out, closing the door behind you before you walk into the kitchen and get a glass of water. Your phone buzzes in your hand with a text, and you smile to yourself. Only one person would text you at 1:27 in the morning.

You awake?

Yup. Can’t sleep.

Are you alone?

I’m sitting on the back patio, so yes.

Your phone immediately starts ringing with a FaceTime call from John.

“Hello, Mr. Wick.”

“I miss you terribly,” he admits, and you smile at him, “I can’t sleep without you here.”

Nodding your head, you let out a small laugh, “Same.”

“Maybe we are insufferable.”

“No, John, we’re in love.” you start to laugh when he grins, “Maybe--”

John shakes his head, “No, this is your weekend with Tess.”

“Yeah, but--”

“I won’t crash it.” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Even though you look so beautiful right now and all I want to do is hold you and kiss you.”

You start to laugh when there’s a flutter in your stomach, “That gave me butterflies.”

“Fuck, I miss you!” he whispers loudly, which makes you furrow your brow since Ronan definitely can’t hear him talking from her room. He moves the phone down to show you that Ronan is tucked into his side, her plump cheek squished against John’s chest, “I can’t sleep when you’re not here, so I brought her into our room. She snuggles like her momma.”

“You mean she clings.”

John laughs, “Yeah, that too. She’s snuggling right now, but shortly she’s going to kick me and take up half the bed, which is a California king, so that’s some talent right there. She is so much like you. I love it.”

Sighing quietly, you look at John on your phone, “I guess I should try to sleep. You should too. She’s such a handful when you’re tired.”

“I know,” he nods before he leans down to kiss the top of Ronan’s head, “Call me in the morning when you get a chance.”

“I will. I love you.”

John smiles, “I love you too. Bye, peach.”

“Bye,” you wave at him, then you hang up and head back to your bedroom.

Tess wanted to watch a movie and share a bed like you used to when you were kids, so she’s currently sleeping in your room. You crawl into bed and pull the blanket over your shoulder, then you wiggle down until you’re comfortable.

“Can’t sleep either?”

“Either? You were just snoring.”

Tess laughs sleepily, “I’m in and out of sleep.”

You roll over to your back just as she does, “Why can’t you sleep?”

Tess holds up her phone to show you a text from Jimmy that was sent about an hour ago, “He misses me.”

“I just talked to John. He misses me too.” you start to laugh, “Our husbands.”

“I haven’t been away from him in so long and it’s really weird,” she laughs quietly, “It’s so weird how you meet someone one day and they just become everything to you, and you can’t imagine your life without them, and even sleeping without them for a few nights is just ridiculously hard to do.”

You laugh, “I’m so dependent on John and his soft back scratches to help me fall asleep. I just miss his presence too. Knowing he’s lying beside me is such a comfort.”

“We’re so pukey,” Tess laughs, and you join in. “We really lucked out on our husbands, didn’t we?”

“We did,” you look over at your phone when it lights up with a text, and you reach for it.

I can’t sleep. I hate sleeping without you.

Me too.

Can we never do this again?

You look over at Tess as she smiles and reads your texts. She laughs and shakes her head, and you roll to your side to see her texting Jimmy to tell him that she loves him. The sleep eventually gets to you and Tess, and you both soon fall asleep, still clutching your phones.

__

The smell of coffee wafts through the house as you sit on the back porch with a book. It’s cool out today, so you have a blanket over your lap to keep yourself warm. You take a sip of your coffee and let out a contented sigh. You turn the page of your book, completely engrossed in the story, and as you reach for another sip of coffee, you hear a faint rustling sound coming from the bushes at the edge of the yard.

You set down your book and peer over to get a better look just as a small rabbit emerges from the bushes and hops across your lawn before disappearing into another bush on the other side. You smile to yourself and turn to get Ronan but quickly remember she’s not here. She loves ‘bun-buns’.

“Hey,” Tess plops down next to you, “You know what pregnancy roulette is?”

“Yeah, you take a pregnancy test and put it into a cup and pull them out to see if it’s positive. It’s popular on TikTok right now.”

Tess nods as she smiles, “We should do it. I don’t think I’m pregnant, but it’d be fun.”

“That’s your idea of fun?”

“Yeah,” she laughs, and you shake your head before you shrug. Tess pulls out two tests from her pocket. “I knew you’d say yes.”

You start to laugh, “Well, I’m not pregnant, so…”

“You never know,” she sings as you both get up.

Taking the test from Tess, you walk into the bathroom and open it. It gives you a weird feeling in your stomach that you’re not sure you understand. Is it nerves? You know you’re not pregnant, but there’s always a chance. John doesn’t use condoms, but you are on birth control. Sometimes birth control fails though.

You put the cap back on the test and open the door to find Tess standing there with a box for the tests. She holds up her phone with the countdown on it and walks into the living room.

“So, wait, do you think you’re pregnant?” you ask, and she shakes her head. “Then why are we taking these?”

“Because I want to. It looked fun.” she says, then she starts to laugh, “You look sick. Are you pregnant?”

You shake your head, “No. John and I aren’t ready, but most of all, I’m not ready. My hemorrhage scared the living shit out of me. I know my next pregnancy will be high-risk, and I’ll probably be on bed rest a lot. I’m just not ready for that. Ronan isn’t potty-trained yet. I just…am not ready. Neither is John. And I know he’s not. Well, he said he’s ready whenever, but he admits that he wants to wait too. He knows how much I went through with Ro.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” she says, then she looks at you, “What if your test is positive?”

“Then I’m pregnant, I guess.” you start to laugh before you look at her and frown, “I don’t want it to be positive though.”

Tess nods, “It’ll all be fine.”

“Yeah…” you inhale deeply and sit down next to Tess, watching as the timer counts down from three minutes. You look at her when it hits the last ten seconds, then you take a deep breath and let it out slowly when the timer goes off. “Well, here goes nothing. Wait, how do we know which test is mine?”

“We don’t.” she says, and you scrunch your brows. “We just…guess.”

You scoff, “Solid plan. I guess when I start throwing up all day every day, I’ll know which one was mine.”

Tess nudges your shoulder and laughs before she pulls out a test. She holds it up and looks at you. Negative. You really hope that one is yours. She reaches in for the last test and looks at you before you both look at the test. Tess laughs loudly and slaps her hand over her mouth, and you feel your heart sink to your stomach when you see the positive line.

“Holy shit!” she exclaims, looking at you, “Is this yours?”

“I don’t know!” you stand up and pace, “Tess, I can’t…I’m not ready. I just…I love my trio. I can’t. Oh, god, I’m gonna pass out.”

Tess laughs as she stands up, “Relax, goose.”

“I can’t,” you start to laugh despite being so nervous, “Oh my god!”

“Relax,” she walks over and rests her hands on your shoulders to calm you down, “It’s not you. You’re not pregnant.”

You blink a few times as you look at her, “What?”

“I am,” she smiles wide as tears fill her eyes, “I thought it’d be a funny way to tell you. I’m pregnant. I’m six weeks pregnant.”

You immediately burst into tears as you wrap your arms around her, “Tess! Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Not only do you feel relief for yourself, you feel so, so, so much happiness for Tess and her growing family. And lots and lots of relief for yourself.

Tess starts to laugh as she lifts up her shirt, “Look at my belly already. I’ve had to hide it these past two weeks. I just popped so fast; supposedly you do with your second pregnancy.”

“You’re pregnant,” you cry as she laughs, “Why did you have to give me a heart attack to tell me?”

“Because I knew it’d be funny.”

You start to laugh as you wipe away the tear running down your cheek, “Does Jimmy know?”

“He does,” she smiles and shows you the picture of the little set-up she put together to tell him. “He’s so happy. He wanted to tell John this weekend, so I’m sure he knows by now.”

“He probably didn’t give John a heart attack though,” you say, and she laughs as she hugs you.

Tess smiles as she shrugs, “No, probably not.”

“Holy shit, Tess!” you start to laugh, another wave of shock running through you, “You’re pregnant! A mom of two! Finny is a big brother!”

“I know,” she looks down at the small bump and grins, “I’m so excited. I was so nervous about it when I thought I might be. I was just like you, thinking that I didn’t want to disrupt my trio and ruin what we had, but babe, this little nugget is just what we need. Like, I can’t even imagine not being pregnant with a second baby now and it’s only been a few weeks. You’ll feel that way too.”

Like always, she’s probably right. You and John have always said you wanted more babies and you don’t want Ro to be an only child. It’s not even that you’re worried about not loving another kid--you absolutely will, there’s no doubt--but the thing that scares you more than anything is how your pregnancy went last time. You’ll most likely be at a higher risk this second time around, and that scares the shit out of you. You don’t want to lose a baby and you certainly don’t want to…well, die.

“I’m sure,” you nod as you look down at her bump, “I’m sure I’ll feel that way. I know I will. Of course I want to have more kids with John. We’re really good at making babies, and John, god, John is so meant to be a dad. He is such a good dad. So patient and understanding. He’s perfect. Of course I want to have more kids with him.”

Tess reaches for your hand, “But I understand why you’re hesitant, and he does too. He’s talked to me about it even.”

“Of course.”

“He just wanted to make sure he was being considerate and was doing the right thing. It’s why he rarely ever brings up more kids these days. He just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or upset you.” she says, and you start to smile when she playfully rolls her eyes, “He’s really sweet.”

You nod, “He is.”

Tess’ phone starts to ring, so she takes it out and presses it to her ear. You gesture out to the sundeck to let her know that you’re going outside, and she nods her head. You grab your phone and take it with you since now all you want to do is hear John’s voice.

Being away from him has been harder than you expected. The two of you spend time apart, but you’re pretty far away from him right now and the whole world just feels off. It’s like you’re missing this whole other half of you. Tess is right: it is weird how someone becomes so important to you that you can’t imagine life without them.

Once you’re on the sun deck, you lean against the railing as you call John, listening to the line ring. It goes to voicemail, so you try again. He could be busy with Ronan. It is close to lunchtime anyway. You pocket your phone and look out at the sun shining on the water and smile when you see a little turtle perched on a rock as it sunbathes.

After about a minute, you pull your phone out and call John again. You’re not trying to be annoying, but you really want to talk to him. Of course, he doesn’t answer again, but now you know why. You don’t even have to look over to your left because you know he’s there. You can feel him.

“Three times in a minute, peach. That might be a record.” he says, and you start to laugh as you look at him, “I was trying to surprise you.”

“I could feel you,” you say, and he smiles as he walks over to you, reaching to bring you into his arms, “The air got warmer.”

John laughs, “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you close your eyes and lean your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I had to come see you,” he whispers against the top of your head, still holding you tight to him.

You lean back to look at him, “You’re only here to visit?”

“Do you want me to stay?” he asks, and you nod your head as he smiles, “Good, because I packed a bag.”

You cup his face and stretch up to kiss him several times, “Where’s Ro?”

“I left her back home. You went grocery shopping, so she’ll be fine.” he says, and you start to laugh, “She’s got the house to herself. I told her no parties, but we’ll see.”

You laugh, “Did you lock the liquor up?”

“I did,” he laughs, nodding his head, “Nah, she’s in the house with Tess. We missed you.”

“I missed you both so much.” you admit as you rest your hands on his chest, and you look up at him and hold his gaze, “So, Tess is pregnant.”

He nods, “Yeah, pretty crazy.”

“I, um, heard that you talked to her about…me.” you say, and he nods, “About how to word things and…not mentioning more kids so you don’t hurt my feelings.”

“I just don’t want to say the wrong thing.”

You cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his beard, “You can talk to me about more kids, babe. We want more kids. I just don’t want you to pressure me, which you never have! You’ve never made me feel pressured or that you’re just waiting for me to say it’s time. You’ve even said you’re not ready either.”

“I’m ready whenever you are, and I mean that.” he nods, then he shrugs, “But I’ll admit, I don’t think it’s time. Ro isn’t potty trained. We’re just not there yet, but when it’s time, we’ll know. That’s what Tess said. She said that when we’re ready and it’s time for us to have another kid, we’ll know.”

“She made me take a pregnancy test,” you start to laugh and John furrows his brow, “She wanted to do some pregnancy test roulette thing and we both took a test and put them in a cup. Obviously, hers was positive since she was pregnant, but mine was negative. I know we’re not ready because there was no part of me that wanted that test to be positive, and I feel…bad for that.”

John cups your face, “It’s okay to not be ready, sweetheart.”

“I’m just so scared,” you admit as tears well up in your eyes, “I’m terrified of getting pregnant again and going through what I went through with Ro. Waking up that night with all that blood covering me…”

“I know,” he pulls you into his chest and holds you, “It was traumatizing, I know. It was for me too, but I can only imagine how it felt for you. Look, it’s okay to not be ready for another baby. I don’t think we are either. We have our hands full right now with everything that we have going on. But would it make you feel better if we talked to Doctor Mendez? Maybe she could calm your nerves a little.”

You nod as you close your eyes. John holds you tight in his arms and kisses the top of your head, and the two of you stay like this for a few quiet minutes. John finally loosens his grip and leans back to look at you, and you smile when he wipes the tear off your cheek.

“I missed you,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Do you wanna go see our baby?”

“Yeah,” you let out a small laugh and intertwine your fingers with John before heading back to the house.

As soon as you step inside, Ronan squeals with delight and runs over to you, saying ‘momma’ over and over. You scoop her into your arms and smother her little face in kisses, and she giggles the entire time.

“I missed you, bug!” you hoist her onto your hip and smile, “Did you miss me?”

Ronan nods her head and smiles before pointing at John and saying something about a pumpkin. John leans over and kisses the top of her head, but she quickly loses interest and wants to go back to playing with Finn. You put her down and watch as she runs over to join him in a pile of toys.

“I know I said I wouldn’t crash your weekend…” John smiles when you look at him, “I don’t have as much self-control as you.”

“I don’t mind,” you lean up and kiss him, then you pull away and gasp, “New family member!”

John furrows his brow, “What?”

“New family member!” you say again, playfully shaking John, “From our anniversary week, the psychic! She said we’d have a new family member. We thought she meant Toast, but I think she meant this! She was real! She really knew!”

He nods, smiling when you look up at him, “Well, she said that we were soulmates, so clearly she knew what she was talking about!”

“Amazing,” you say quietly as you smile.

John chuckles as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you, “What were you doing before I got here?”

You shrug, “I was going to sit on the porch and read.”

“Can I join you?”

You start to smile, “If I said no, would you have enough self-control to stay away?”

“Absolutely not,” he answers immediately, wrapping his arms around you tighter, “But I think you like that.”

You lean into his embrace as a smile spreads on your face, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. It feels like home. You can't help but smile, knowing that he understands you better than anyone else ever has and ever will. As you two stand there in each other's arms, you realize that this is where you belong. With him. And with a deep breath, you finally answer his question.

"Yes," you say softly, "You can join me."

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[precious-and-petulant]

Snapdragon? owo

My darling little snapdrag❀n! What's n❀t t❀ l❀ve ab❀ut them? They're such a sweet little dear! G❀t t❀❀ big f❀r the p❀t they came in recently... And then t❀❀ big f❀r the next ❀ne... And the ❀ne after! They're gr❀wing s❀❀❀❀❀ fast! Which is funny, because the pers❀n I g❀t them fr❀m claimed they barely grew at all, like that's a n❀rmal ❀r g❀❀d thing...? Anyway, that pers❀n is just a friend ❀f a c❀w❀rker, I guess. We w❀rk t❀gether s❀metimes in a distant way, ❀nly because I have n❀ ch❀ice.

[cookiesrunaus-whitelily]

Hello, I wonder about some events.... Okay, I will ask some questions

Early Awakening Au

■ What will happen if the Beasts knows the Egg (Aka. Snapdragon) What are their actions and events happening? With White lily's reactions

■ Where do they hide her Soul Jam, and which kingdom?

■ After PV "talk" to White Lily about "she should be thankful for saving her from the fall," what mostly her actions after that event? (I try to make it safe, but you know what I mean about the "talk" the rise voice and manipulating her feelings part)

■ Does White Lily go to different rooms instead of her room (or Choco's room in DC Kingdom) in each Kingdom?

■ I feel White Lily mostly bored (with additional sadness in her daily life). What mostly does she do to remove her boredom?

■ At many attempts to escape, does White Lily try to disgust a servant, guard, or any cookie just to escape, and what events happen before and after?

Little Demons Au

■ White Lily reminds me of Hinata [From Boruto, Naruto Next Generation] without a "Naruto." She's sweet, but also a little bit of strictness if the children misbehave.

■ Do the Ancient and even their children wondering how White Lily is so sweet, yet the little demons are chaotic and misbehaved while Lily is not there?

[ Have a nice day! ]

Early Awakening Au

■ Pitaya would attack them first before they approached her nest And if they saw the egg and its pieran which is White Lily's, they would either take it for her or.... They will make some dagon egg omelets.

■ PV is the one who has the soul jam and hides it in his office, more specifically behind a picture inside a spellbound safe.

■ White Lily feels exhausted and torn, PV approaches her to kiss and caress her, only saying purely sweet words with bad feelings, to then take her to her room and continue “comforting” her, only to keep talking about how ungrateful and cruel she is and to be able to take advantage. (implied in you-know-what way..... GOD IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO DRAW THEM THAT WAY).

■ She usually goes to her children's rooms or tea rooms to talk to them, in Dark Choco's case, yep, she goes to his old room to cry for him, she misses him so much.

■ She is not always bored, thanks to her children she has something to do, although she tries to pretend not to be so that her “lovers” don't try to fix her boredom.

■ She tried once, but was caught and punished, the guards were executed.

Little Demons Au

■ Oh, well I don't watch that anime but Hinata is one of my favorites so I unconsciously gave that personality to WL.

■ Everyone is wondering! Seeing those bloodthirsty little guys turn into sweet little angels around WL is weird.

[minhosimthings]

How about moots as flowers?

I spent a summer researching fLowers and their meanings THIS IS MY MOMENT.

@astraystayyh: White Carnations. They symbolise pure, sweet, innocent love and I sometimes truly believe Sahar is love incarnated.

@frenchkisstheabyss - Iris. Irises, for centuries have always said wisdom, love and valor. Is there anything else to describe Ty better?

@jaylaxies - Morning glory. It's not about what it means, but I love the scent of morning glory and even how it looks just screams Aria.

@junnieverse - Myrtle. Myrtles are such cute flowers and also sometimes their essence is used to make whales...do the thing. MARS IM SORRY-

@sjyluv - Snapdragon. If there's anything as graceful and beautiful as Mia, it's the flower that represents grace itself Snapdragon!

@sumaneun-stars - Red tulips. It means "someone who can connect really easily." That's Skye for you.

@yunabi436 - dwarf sunflowers. BECAUSE MY BABY YUNA IS THE MOST ADORABLE LITTLE SHIT EVER

@lovestay-channie - Pink Carnation. It symbolises someone who is unforgettable and Rae has that effect like you can't ever forget her personality.

@chlorinecake - lily-of-the-valley. No cause I love these flowers so much they're the prettiest ever, in scent and in glamour (just like my jagi)

@angel1kisses - Southernwood. Technically it's not a flower, but it symbolises warmth through comedic gestures and that's just saur Vampie.

@candewlsy - Marjoram. It speaks of happiness and joy and welp, if Mizu isn't just the biggest bundle of joy ever idk what she is

@haecien - Honeysuckle. Mainly because I think Harua smells like Honeysuckle IDK WHY IM SORRY

@amazzwon - Winter Savory. does it symbolise spicy shit? Yes it does. Does it remind me of my babygirl? Yes it does.

@jaeyunluvr - Yellow tulip. Maily because her smile is saur pretty and tulips symbolise sunshine in a smile hehe

@minhypen - White rose. It symbolises love in innocence and also softness, and I feel like Selene is the gentlest person I've ever met SHE'S SO CUTE.

@mnwrld - Sweet pea. It means Blissful pleasures and I feel like Kana and her writing are actually such pleasures to read.

[pinkslenderman]

Apologies for the delay in making this more...acceptable as an introductory. Wildcard is helping with the...technological aspect, how does this contraption work...?

-General information-

Aliases: Pink, Ace(FUCK YA!), Orkidea (Only to be used by Icelandic), Magnolia (only select few may use), etc.

NEVER USE: Pinkie. I would also appreciate if you didn't use slurs.

Pronouns: Ey/em/eirs/emself. They/them is acceptable as an alternative. Gender neutral pronouns, and compliments hold no gender to me.

A 9ft tall bright pink mantid based slenderfolk with a penchant for conservative formal apparel and corsets. Please never talk me into heels again. Why do I need to list my description? And it's not conservative it's comfortable.

Genderqueer, demi-romantic/demi-queerplatonic/Ace. (And A-aesthetic) and partners with Icelandic Slenderwoman and platonic partners with Wildcard (THAT'S ME FUCKERS!) (Mod is interjecting to say both things only apply in character.)

And coparent to Aspen, Frost and Aster.

Pink is fond of sweets, pink and blue things and appreciates gifts. GIVE THEM SOME. That's not necessary, gifts are not needed....how do I delete that, Wildcard how do I delete it....thank you my ne m'oublie pas, fleur for not helping.

-Additional note OOC-

Atropa previously known as 'evil' Pink is also here for the foreseeable future, you may ask em questions as well.

Aliases: Atropa, Pink (less common), 'Evil' Pink (formerly).

Pronouns: Ey/em, They/them. Will accept he/she as well. Preference for neutral terms but passive to others.

Text for Atropa will be bold and italics.

Hello, pleasure to meet you.

You may call me Pink as most address me as such, but most anything will do.

With a few...exceptions.

You are more than welcome to stop by for tea and a chat.

My proxy/child Dahlia is also here. It uses it/its pronouns and fem terms, please be nice to it.

OOC Mod status: Slow, answering when i have the energy ^_^

OOC under cut.

This blog is a slendlr roleplay blog.

General rules and info:

Mod is not a minor but would appreciate asks be nothing more then suggestive, flirting is allowed with Pink.

Mod uses Xey/xem/xeir/xemself and they/them pronouns.

Asks may be sent to Pink or Dahlia, magic anons are allowed. General rule of thumb, be nice, don't be bigoted and any hate will be deleted

(You are allowed to be mean to Pink and to bother them within reason as long as it's clear its for in character and not just to be a jerk to people like Mod or others.)

Shipping is also allowed.

If something is said or done in character that makes you uncomfortable or is too much during an interaction PLEASE let me know.

Blog may sometimes cover topics such as violence, death, cannibalism, threats, biting, and the occasional swearing. Things will be tagged as needed.

Fun stuff and mentioned Characters above outside this blog:

Pink's voice

Pink and Icelandic vibes Playlist (Mad by Pink Mod)

100 faces meme list (For doodles, Pink and Wildcard are both options for this (Icelandic, Aspen, Frost and Aster are up to their mods choice))

Slendlr writing asks (For writing prompts with Pink and/or Dahlia)

Together with you Animatic (Wildcard, Pink and Icelandic animatic :3)

A03 where mod sometimes puts slendlr oneshots and lore snippets

Wildcard - @/slenderofthejoker

Icelandic - @/icelandic-slenderwoman

Aspen and Frost - @/asp3n--and--fr0st

Aster - @/little-aster

Tags list:

slendlr - general fandom tag

pink posts (some older ones are tagged pink posting) - general tag

dahlia posts (some older ones are tagged dahlia posting) - general tag

pink answers - ask tag

dahlia answers -ask tag

ooc post/mod post - out of character posting by mod

mod answers - out of character ask answered by mod

(Additional tags for when Mod remembers to use them....will be edited in later for older posts))

daisy - tag for asks/start of interactions with Icelandic in chara

m'oublie pas fleur - tag for asks/start of interactions with Wildcard in chara

snapdragon/sunflower/aster - tag for asks/start of interactions with Aspen, frost and aster respectively in chara

Lore events are sometimes also tagged with set tags but i do not remember them all (usually under the influence of magic anons ex. evil pink, pinks virtues and vices, etc)

Pink's text is normal font (and pink, it can also be bold/small/italics for emotional emphasis and red is generally angered)

Dahlia's text is in the fancy font and also pink.

DAHLIA!

[mikurulucky]

FINALLY!!!!

After dozens of attempts to beat Smoked Cheese using Pure Vanilla and Snapdragon as my healers, I finally relented and upgraded Parfait to 7 stars. I already maxxed out her level before, and I finally maxxed out her skill too. I had to buy red crystal things from the event shop with crystals (god I'm so poor now lol) on top of the ones I earned through dark mode, but with her and Cream Puff on my team, I finally did it!

And I got to relish the sweet ending! Golden Cheese seeing a beautiful sunset for the first time in centuries! And finding that her kingdom is populated by the little cheesebirds! (god, the cheesebirds are just too cute!)

And it was all because I found a recent vid of HyperHimes trying to beat the level. I had to stop the vid before he started the level so I could try and use his team, and it worked! No running out of time, no dying.

That level was HELL.