#the cutest packaging design ever

[slingbacked]

[sminiac]

Heyy can we get soul bf if not its okay i really live your intak,theo and keeho ver.

⋆ Haku Shota + Reader

💌 — Of course I can my sweets! Thank you sm <3!!!

Bf!Soul who buys you the silliest gifts whether he’s travelling or not, the type to see ads of utterly ridiculous items that would have no practical value to it and still put them into his cart without hesitation and giggles to himself when handing the package to you when it comes in, wouldn’t say a word even if you repeatedly ask him what it is, just sits and waits patiently for you to open it.

Ex: Sometimes he even goes out of his way to buy you matching accessories, but sometimes it’s the most absurd looking thing you’ll ever see. Also yk how he has 2 custom rings of his dogs? He’d 100% get custom pieces for the two of you, the design pertaining to something that only you and him understand! Would also get a few pieces with your initials engraved in the back, another little secret only you’d know about.

Bf!Soul who doesn’t like messaging you when he’s away, he absolutely will when there’s no other option but he’d much rather hear your voice, and he makes sure to tell you too! “I just missed hearing you talk to me that’s why I called, it makes me feel better, you know?” He’d also send you little texts throughout the day to keep you updated on where he is, what he’s doing, but they’d never be in great detail, you’d look down randomly at your phone and there’s just: “Baby I ate a bug!!” and “Walked head first into a pole >ヮ< I’m okay I think”

Ex: He’d also frequently tell you “I miss you” but every time he’d explain why, and it would almost always be a different reason each time :,)

Bf!Soul who is such an affectionate person, hugs and kisses given to you for the smallest reasons, you open something for him? You’re suddenly being smothered in kisses, they’re so quick and gentle that before you know it he’s pulling away like he didn’t just leave you blinded and dizzy from his lips. Also the type to hug you unexpectedly, just slowly raises his arms leaving his chest open until you get the hint and pull yourself into him, the same with holding your hand, but instead he’d keep reaching, pulling, trying to dig his fingers to his designated spot between yours.

Bf!Soul who builds you the cutest, most aesthetic buildings you’ve ever seen in your shared Minecraft world, the amount of time and effort he’d put into making everything pretty for you is insane. Takes care of your cats, dogs, and other random plethora of animals when you’re offline, would also leave you random little signs with messages on them for you to find whenever you’re active again, sometimes they’re just silly nonsense, others you’ll find really cute ones of him just completely gushing over you.

Bf!Soul who I feel like is so “Guess what Y/n did?” To his members, a constant yapper about you, if you’ve done anything to your hair recently, that one makeup look you did, that outfit you wore, that thing you said, everything and anything he’s constantly connecting to you and then he just has to tell everyone!

Bf!Soul who lets you do anything you want to him, he’s just pure putty in your hands! You want to put his hair in cute pigtails again? He’s already finding a spot between your legs so you have easier access to his head. You want to see him in a certain outfit? He’s laying out all of his options for you to pick from, and he doesn’t complain even one bit throughout the process.

Ex: Small spontaneous photoshoots happen quite often with this, does so many poses for you, even refers to you as his ‘pretty photographer’ when crediting you in the caption of his posts for taking the pictures of him.

Bf!Soul who would request of you to send your favourite songs to him just so he can make a freestyle video for you :,)

Bf!Soul who I feel like puts an incredible amount of effort into conveying his love for you, he really appreciates someone who can even help him, whether that’s guiding him into the words he can’t seem to find or just simply being patient with him. Likes cuddling into you while you play with his hair as he rambles on and on about you, what you mean to him, how lucky he must be to have found someone so reactive to his energy that not a lot of people can match in the way he feels is genuine. When he has the time he really gets into the details about how he feels, the emotion behind it, I feel like he’d really like the deep, touching talks late at night where everything just pieces together right in front of his eyes thanks to your presence, your kind heart. He could talk to you for hours, things are just easy with you.

[gildedmuse]

This key chain of Law's Kikoku is really cute.

But the absolutely cutest part? The packaging.

"What should we put on the packaging for this keychain replica of Trafalgar Law's nodachi?"

"Umm, shouldn't we just have a picture of the character?"

"Nah. Boring and predictable."

"His jolly roger?"

"No." *Pointed death glare* "Do you now how much merch that design is on? I am NOT drawing that logo Ever. Again.

"Errr, okay okay. What about something he likes? You know! He - he likes Kikoku, right? So the package kind of represents him! You know?"

"Genius! But.... What does he like (that doesn't have that fucking smilie face slapped all over it)."

"Hmm....."

"Wait. I know just the thing."

Kudos, too, since when they decided to put a shirtless Zoro on this packaging, they went all in.

What best represents Law? Swords, shirtless Zoro, more shirtless Zoro.

Ya done good, team.

[thestalkerbunny]

Manga recs?

Do you prefer gummy candy or hard candy?

CSC for your debit card?

Video games you play?

Okay So. CURRENTLY? I recommend The Sacraficial Princess and The King of Beasts. It has beauty and the best energy and FANTASTIC world building and character design. It is what it says on the package; local girl sent to be sacrafice to the king of beasts; he takes a fancy to her and decides she'll be her queen.

It takes a lot more focus on the trials and errors she's going through to be accepted in this new society as a queen where humans are feared and reviled.

I do have frequent beef with this theme of manga having younger female protags than I'd like but it's less focused on the relationship and more on the political aspect of being a queen

AND ONE CHAPTER HAS THE CUTEST LITTLE ARMADILLO IVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.

-I prefer gummy over hard candy

-nice try

-and I'm currently playing cult of the lamb

[pokeresearch]

Twiggy's House

So I have the most adorable story for you all today.

Twiggy's evolution stone came in today, and I was a little nervouscited about it, since understanding Eeveelution has made me really careful about these kinds of big decisions. So I got the package, and I'd set it down on the table in front of the couch so I could go do a thing. I get back, and Twiggy has his inside stick in his mouth (he has a little one that he's allowed to have inside so he doesn't knock everything he walks by over) and he's sniffing all over the box with the stone in it. And I'm getting this really big curious-excited vibe from him, empathically. Like he can sense what's in there and he wants to confirm it or something.

So I open the box and he's on the couch next to me with his stick in his mouth, and his tail is swishing super bananas like he does when he's REALLY excited about something or thinks he's gonna get a treat. And I pull the leaf stone out and his tail goes dead still and he drops his mouth open and the stick falls out and he just stares at it with the biggest cutest eyes ever. And honestly, even someone who's not a pokéempath could tell he was so totally stoked about it, but I'm sitting here and I'M getting giddy right along with him!

So yeah, Twiggy is now a Leafeon. He did a very jumpy bouncy happy dance, and then he let me use the stone on him, and now he's evolved and absolutely loves his new form. His habitat is also finished, too. I've based it off a lot of field research I've gone through, so it has a lot of forest-like growth and structure.

It's 1,000 square meters, and it's probably one of the neatest things I've ever been able to point at and go "I designed that." The goal is to have Twiggy living there instead of in his pokéball or indoors, and letting him experience the changing of seasons in an environment he's comfortable in but is also analogous to the environment that Leafeons are found in normally in the wild, and is also easily accessible and recordable.

So far he's loving it though. I know a lot of Leafeon owners and trainers will make grassy habitats or enclosures for the times the actually let their Leafeons out of their pokéballs, but I wanted it to be more in-tune with what we see them actually living in. And I'm really glad he's enjoying it.

[psn-stalling]

Squirtle mail!

He swims over and hands you a package containing a custom music player, with designs that match you. He also hands you. A cooked fish. You get a nuzzle on the head before he swims off

Oh. My Arc. That was GENUINELY the cutest squirtle I've ever seen- Just a guy............

Also, this is nice. So it's the fish. :)

[outofthiisworld]

✦˖° @5mind sent in: Coldsnap holds out a neat little box containing two (2) mooncakes in it towards Rabbot. "Here. Might as well." The frosty hero glances at the 'bunny ears' of Rabbot's helmet and then at the little stylised rabbit in front of the little stylised moon on the packaging of the gift. A little too cute (in his opinion) for a gift between professionals, even if he was trying to build bridges here, but it was what he had on hand. Of course, he didn't buy those himself. He got it from an aunt, actually. (dont mind me, sending this in before the autumn ceases to be mid)

[🐰] True to Rabbot’s namesake and right when Coldsnap took a gander up at ‘em— the bunny ears twitched as the other hero handed over what was probably THE™ cutest, littlest box he had ever seen.

“YOOO! WHAAAT—For me!? Duuude!!!” 

As if his ears were real, they perked up at the rabbit design and he wordlessly pointed at himself with a giggle. Cute! <- The truth in the matter was that Coldsnap could have handed him over a dust bunny and Rabbot would have been over the moon about it. 

Curious yet careful hands popped open the box (he would save the box) to see the prize inside: Two (2) mooncakes, fit for the season.

Arlo had no idea what these were, outside of something he could probably eat. Yummy! Arlo also had no idea you aren’t supposed to try and eat these in one go. He’d learn that the hard way.

“Thanks, man!” Rabbot beamed. Then, he rubbed the back of his neck a bit sheepishly. “I feel a lil’ bad, I don’t have anything for you— but you better be ready for next time!”

[shop-korea]

ITZY “BET ON ME” M/V @ITZY

DEAR - HARVARD - LAW

LET's - END - DOMESTIC

VIOLENCE - FASTER - IN

USA - WORLDWIDE - TOO

CALLING - THEM

LIBERTY - HOMES

WRITING - CHILDREN's - BOOKS

PEN - NAMES - MANY - LIKE YES

MANY - WRITERS

TITLE - 'A - GIRL - NAMED -

LIBERTY'

ANIMATED - STORY - FOR

CIHLDREN - A - REDHEAD

BASED - ON - 'PIPPI LONGSTOCKING' - USA

THUS - LIBERTY - HOMES

THERE - WILL - B - A - DAY

ALWAYS - FIRED - UNEMPLOYED

WON'T - B - ABLE - 2 - PAY THEIR

PROPERTY - TAXES - SO - THEN

HOMELESS - 'FOR - REALS'

THUS - MOSO - BAMBOO

LIKE - PODS

I - WILL - B - DESIGNING THIS

ALSO - 'LIBERTY - HOMES'

SW 2 ST - AND - SW 3 ST

SW NORTH RIVER DR - WHERE

I - AM - TAXPAYERS - PAY - FOR

SIDEWALKS - AND - THESE YES

HOMELESS - WITH - TENTS - FL

TRIED - 2 - MURDER - HARRASS

HURT - BADGER - 8TH - 'CRUEL

AND - UNUSUAL - PUNISHMENT

INFLICTED' - EVERY - 5 DAYS EA

MONTH - 2 - GET - MORE THAN

MINIMUM - WAGE - OVER - $150

THOUSAND - EACH - HUGE YES

WHITE - TRUCKS - WITH MIAMI

POLICE - EVERY - 7A - 2 - LET

THEM - KNOW - WILL - KILL

THEM - FINALLY - WITH YES

MIAMI - POLICE

HARVARD - LAW

SOS - SOS - SOS

THUS - WHAT - WE'RE - YES

CREATING - AND - WILL HAI

B - INTRODUCED - IN TOKYO

THOUGH - EXTREMELY HIGH

PAID - THEIR - YOUNG - MEN

AND - WOMEN - HAVE HUGE

BILLS - WHEN - FIRED - THEY'VE

KNIFED - THEIR - THROATS - AS

WOMEN - BILLS - CAN'T B PAID

WHY - TOKYO - HOTELS - R - SO

CHEAP - WHERE - I - HOMELESS

NOW - DELIVERED - BY SPECIAL

TRUCK - 2 - FLOORS

HDG - FREE - APP - 2 - APPLY

TONGUES - ONLY

SING - IN - TONGUES

2 FLOORS - MOSO - BAMBOO

WHITE - OUTSIDE - LIKE THE

PREVIOIUS - PHOTO - INSIDE

ALL - FURNITURE - BRAND

NEW - ALL - BAMBOO YES

MADE - SEE - THE - CUTEST

WHITE - SOFA - THIS - TIME

INSIDE - IT - MADE - OF YES

BAMBOO - THEN STRONGER

BUT - MINIATURE - THUS ITS

THIS - 2 - FLOORS - SO - ME

CAN - SEE - MIAMI - RIVER

LOT 17 - WILL - B - ISSUED

CRIMINAL - CHARGES FOR

NEVER - CLEANED - EVER

THEIR - PARKING - LOT AND

LOTS - OF - BROKEN - BEER

GLASSES - TRASH - THROWN

YET - THEY - CONTINUE - AS

PARKING - BY - PHONE

$1.49 - RESIDENTS - 1 HR

$0.70 - FOR - 30 MIN

YOU - GET - WHAT - U - PAID

FOR - THEREFORE - THEY

HAVE - 2 - SURRENDER THEIR

PARKING LOT 17

RED PANDA - FOOD - TRUCKS

24/7 - HOLIDAYS

GIGANTIC - NY - PIZZA

$1.00 - TAX - INCLUDED

0 CAL - SODAS - FRUIT

JUICES - $0.25

REMOVING - FENCES - BUT

SHOWING - MIAMI - RIVER

NO - MORE - PARKING BUT

TABLES - AND - 500 MPH

CAN - B - HANDLED - BY

SPECIAL - UMBRELLAS

CHANGING - FENCE - 2

WELL - ON - SIDEWALK

NEW - SIDEWALK - BY - YES

MACHINES - MOSO BAMBOO

INSTEAD - OF - UGLY - TREES

FLOODING - ABSORBED THEN

ON - NEW - SIDEWALK

LIBERTH - 2 FLOOR - HOMES

MINIATURE - HOUSES - YES

MADE - BY - MOSO BAMBOO

PAINTED - WHITE - AND YES

OTHER - COLORS - DEPENDING

WHAT - SIDEWALK - APP - WILL

TELL - U - DESIGN - CHOICES

EACH - 2 - FLOOR - HAS - YES

A - NAME - MINE - WILL - BE

'LIBERTY'

OTHERS - 'PURSUIT'

'HAPPY' - 'LIFE' - OTHERS

AN - ADDRESS - OBTAINED

BY - HARVARD - LAW - YES

LIKE - RV - DESIGNED - BUT

SOLAR - HOMES - SO - FREE

ELECTRICITY - BUT - WE'RE

RELEASING - WATER MAKER

2 PARTS - HYDROGEN OXYGEN

FOR - SHOWER - KITCHEN AND

TOILETS - AND - WHAT - COMES

OUT - EVAPORATED - SO - WITH

NO - WASTE - MINIATURE - YES

WHITE - SOFA - WHITE - WALLS

NON- BREAKABLE - WINDOWS

WE - SEE - OUT - NO ONE CAN

SEE - INSIDE - EDGE - HAS YES

CLEAR - BUT - SHADED INSIDE

SMALL - NOT - LONG - ADULT

AND - KIDS - SCOOTER - AND

IN - THERE - WHERE - THEY'VE

PLUGGED - 2 - RECHARG NEXT

2 - IT - USPS - MAILBOX - BUT

LOCKABLE - HUGE - INSIDE AS

2 - RECEIVE - MAGAZINES YES

PERFECT - AND - PACKAGES

INSIDE - WILL - SHOW - TRUE

ANIMATED - WHAT's - INSIDE

ONE - CLICK - APP - AND THE

LIKE - PC - WILL - SHOW THE

INSIDE - OF - MAILBOX USPS

SHOWER - BOTTOM - FLOOR

KITCHEN - BOOK CASE - AND

FULL - KITCHEN - OVEN AND

MICROWAVEABLE - SOUND

PROOFED - NON-FLAMMABLE

SPECIAL - SUBSTANCE PUT IN

MOSO - BAMBOO - SO - CAN'T

B - BURNT - BED - ABOVE NICE

SMALL - STAIRS - COMPUTER

ROOM - TOKYO - PROVIDING

WI FI - AND - GADGET - SO WE

HAVE - WI FI - EVERYWHERE

WE - GO - NO - MORE - PLANS

NEEDED - AND - WE - CAN

TRAVEL - WORLDWIDE YES

FREE - WI FI - ALL - OVER

THE - WORLD - ALSO - SO

NO - MORE - EXPENSE

FREE - 2 - FLOOR - YES

MINIATURE - HOUSES

MADE - BY - MOSO BAMBOO

ALL - MINIATURE - BUT - ALL

MADE - BY - MOSO BAMBOO

FULLY - FURNISHED - THIS IS

DELIVERED - BY - SPECIAL

TRUCK - AND - CAN HANDLE

500 MPH - WINDS - BETTER

THAN - TENT - WHERE THEY

KILL - OCCUPANTS - AND FL

STEAL - TENT - AND THINGS

DOOR - OPEN - 2 - THE SIDES

APP - 2 C - IN - FRONT - OF

DOOR - AND - PEOPLE ON

STREETS - HIDDEN CAMERA

THEN - U - CAN - GO - OUT

PREPARED - MORE - THAN

ENOUGH - SPACE - 4 - YES

WALKERS - THERE - DRIUNKS

2 - AND - FR - OF - THE WHARF

WE'RE - BUYING - THAT PLACE

BUYING - BOX VAULT - ALSO 2

RED - PANDA - INN - 2 - YES

CONTROL - SURROUNDINGS

BOOTING - OUT - THE OTHER

PARKING - SPACE - 4 - TRUE

EMPLOYEES - ONLY - YES - 2

THUS - WE - SOLVED - THE

200 MPH - WINDS - COMING

POLICE - LIKE - 2 - GIVE - TO

EMERGENCY - HOUSING

RELIGIOUS - ORGANIZATIONS

ILLEGAL - CAMERAS - 2 - SEE

GIRLS - WITHOUT - BRAS - AS

THEY - SLEEP - VIDEO - TRUE

VOYEARISM - AND - ILLEGAL

SEARCH - 2 - AND - FRO - YOU

MUST - B - THERE - B 4 - 6:30P

OR - HOMELESS - U - CAN'T

STAY - 8A - 4P - WEEKDAYS

U - CAN'T - HAVE - SHOWER

THOSE - TOILETS - 3 MEALS

DAILY - REAL - SMALL - AND

DON'T - ENCOURAGE - SHORTS

SLEEVELESS - RELIGIOUS

WEIRDOS - WHO - DON'T FEED

CATS - DOVES - BIRDS - MORE

WE'RE - CLOSING - MANY - IN

FUTURE - SHOWER - TOILETS

5 MIN - RELIGIOUS - PERVERTS

75 % - OF - INCOME - SSI - THAT

IS - ILLEGAL - MONEY - ORDERS

BLANK - REAL - ILLEGAL STUFF

SO - LIBERTY - MINIATURE

HOUSES - 2 FLOORS - THUS

NO - PROPERTY - TAXES BUT

EACH - HOUSE - HAS - A - YES

FOREVER - PERMIT - THERE

PROVIDED - BY - HARVARD

LAW - SO - WON'T - B - YES

BOTHERED - BY - ANYONE

3 EXITS - L AND R AND THE

FRONT - ALL - SIDEWAYS

HOW - OPENS - ALL FREE

WATER - ELECTRICITY THE

REFRIGERATOR - SOLAR &

WATER - MAKER - THUS NO

BILLS - INCLUDING - BUSINESS

RESIDENTIAL - PROPERTY TAX

SO - FREE - 2 - LIVE - THERE

YES - FOREVER - AND - TRUE

APPROVED - HEIRS - OF THE

PLACE - ALL - SPEAKS - IN

TONGJES - HDG - BANKS

HDG - LIBERTY - HOMES

HOMES - WITH - NAMES

LEGAL - ADDRESS GIVEN

USPS - LOCKED - MAILBOX

THEN WE - HAVE ADDRESS

HDG - WILL - PROVIDE FOR

KIA - TRAINING - 2 - GET - A

FLORIDA - TEXAS - DRIVER's

LICENSE - SO - WE - ALL YES

HAVE - ID - INCLUDES - WE

GIVE - FREE - US PASSPORTS

ALL - REQUIRED - INCLUDING

EYES - REGISTERED - WE GIVE

ALL - ID's - FREE - SSN - VOTER

NATURALIZED - ALL - ID - YES

WE - NOW - WILL - GIVE - FREE

REGISTER - INCLUDING - DEBIT

CREDIT - CARDS - STOLEN - WE

ISSUE - NEW - ONES - AND - WE

WILL - REGISTER - AGAIN - ALL

INFO - 4 - DIRECT - DEPOSITS

INCLUDING - SOCIAL SECURITY

SO - NEW - CHECKING - NEW

CARDS - EASY - PEASY - THUS

HARVARD - LAW - THIS - OUR

PROPOSAL - 2 - END - THESE

MURDERS - TORTURE - TRUE

ABUSE - OF - THE HOMELESS

I'M - HARRASSED - YELLED BY

MR KIM - MOST - LIKELY - HE's

NORTH - KOREAN - AN - OLD

PRUNE - PROSTITUTE - WHO

TOPLESS - 2 - GET - FOOD &

DRINKS - WHAT - A - WEIRDO

THUS - HARVARD - LAW

TOKYO - MALE - SCIENTISTS

CREATING - 2 FLOOR - TRUE

WONDER - 4 - DELI VERY - 2

50 STATES - AND - TOKYO

SEOUL - MAKATI - MANILA

TAX FREE - HONG KONG AS

PODS - DELIVERED - 2 - US

HARVARD - LAW

GIVE - LEGAL - PERMITS

WE - NEED - 2 - TALK YES

OUR - 2 FLOOR - FURNISHED

MINIATURE - HOUSES 4 THE

SIDEWALKS - NEW YORK - 2

WITHSTANDS - 500 MPH

WINDS - WILL - CLEAN THE

SNOW - SURROUNDING AND

ABOVE - AUTO - JESUS - YES

IS - LORD - HARVARD - GIVE

US - NEW - ADDRESS - ALSO

LOCKED - MAILBOX - 4 USPS

'IN - GOD - WE - TRUST' - YES

HARVARD - LAW - LET's TALK

[prosupplyglobal]

These llama bubble mailers are the cutest thing ever, don’t you think? They are fun and quirky, and they will make your packages stand out. They are also eco-friendly and recyclable, so you can be kind to the environment.

[fearsmagazine]

In Stores Now: The Crow, Marvel and Star Wars from Diamond Select

Diamond Select Toys and Gentle Giant LTD are delivering busts and statues based on The Crow, Marvel Comics, X-Men: The Animated Series, Avengers Infinity War and The Clone Wars! It’s the best of all worlds! Find a store near you at comicshoplocator.com or order online at Diamondselecttoys.com and gentlegiantltd.com!

The Crow Eric Draven 1/6 Scale Resin Mini-Bust A Diamond Select Toys release! It can’t rain all the time! Eric Draven returns from the dead in this, the first resin mini-bust based on The Crow! Eric wears his borrowed trenchcoat, with the Crow on his shoulder, atop a base patterned after the roof of his apartment. Measuring approximately 6 inches tall, this 1/6 Scale mini-bust features detailed sculpting and paint applications, and is limited to only 2000 pieces. It comes packaged with a certificate of authenticity in a full-color box. Designed by Caesar, sculpted by Rocco Tartamella! SRP: $120.00 https://www.diamondselecttoys.com/eric-draven-mini-bust/

Marvel Animated-Style Hawkeye Statue A Gentle Giant LTD release! His aim is a-cute! Hawkeye of the Avengers is the newest Animated-Style Statue based on the artwork of Skottie Young! Inspired by his variant cover artwork for Marvel Comics, Hawkeye fires his bow as he falls backwards – his trademark move! This sculpture features art-accurate sculpting and paint applications, and comes in a full-color window box. Limited to 3000 pieces! Sculpted by Casen Barnard! SRP: $59.99 https://www.diamondselecttoys.com/hawkeye-animated-style-statue/

Marvel Animated-Style She-Hulk Statue A Gentle Giant LTD release! Cutest attorney ever! Hot on the heels of her first TV show, this animated-style sculpture of She-Hulk is based on the Marvel Comics variant cover artwork of Skottie Young! Measuring approximately 5 inches tall atop a black disc base, it is limited to only 3000 pieces and comes packaged with a certificate of authenticity in a full-color box. Sculpted by Casen Barnard! SRP: $49.99 https://www.diamondselecttoys.com/she-hulk-animated-style-statue/

Marvel Animated X-Men Phoenix Resin Mini-Bust A Diamond Select Toys release! The Phoenix has risen! The X-Men’s Jean Grey assumes the mantle of one of the Universe’s most powerful entities in this all-new mini-bust in the X-Men Animated line! Wearing her famous green outfit, this approximately 6-inch resin mini-bust features cartoon-accurate sculpting and paint applications, and is limited to only 3000 pieces. It comes packaged with a certificate of authenticity in a full-color box. Designed by Barry Bradfield, sculpted by Paul Harding! SRP: $120.00 https://www.diamondselecttoys.com/x-men-the-animated-series-phoenix-animated-bust/

Marvel Legends in 3D Infinity War Iron Man MK50 ½ Scale Bust A Diamond Select Toys release! He is Iron Man! Based on his appearance in Avengers: Infinity War, this ½ scale resin bust of Iron Man features detailed sculpting and paint applications, and sits atop a detailed pedestal base. Limited to only 1,000 pieces, it comes packaged with a numbered certificate of authenticity in a full-color box. Designed by Joe Allard, sculpted by Joe Menna! SRP: $200.00 https://www.diamondselecttoys.com/avengers-infinity-war-iron-man-mk50-legends-in-3-dimensions-bust/

Star Wars The Clone Wars Padme Amidala Animated 1/7 Scale Mini-Bust A Gentle Giant Ltd. release! The mother of Luke and Leia and the wife of Anakin Skywalker looks resplendent in her Senatorial garb in this all-new 1/7 scale mini-bust based on her appearance in the Clone Wars cartoon. Measuring approximately 6 inches tall atop a pedestal base, Padme Amidala joins the rest of the cast of Clone Wars and Rebels as a mini-bust, and comes packaged with a numbered certificate of authenticity in a full-color window box. Limited to 3,000 pieces. SRP: $90.00 https://www.gentlegiantltd.com/star-wars-the-clone-wars-padme-amidala-animated-mini-bust

[firsttymz]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Dogs!! Happy Holidays by Ciroa Festive Dogs Set of 4 Ramekins or Dip Bowl.

[fleedwoot]

(＾〃＾)   *    modern!el hopper hcs

as requested by @softgirl-softworld​ <3 mwah

in the early stages of growing her buzz cut out, she let max dye cute little designs into her hair (hearts, smiley faces, flowers (maybe even with smiley faces!!!), etc)

will was rly into the art hoe aesthetic in 2018 and it rubbed off on el. she still wears a lot of yellow, high-waisted mom jeans, striped shirts (many given by will) & overalls

her mustard yellow kanken backpack from said art hoe phase is one of her most prized possessions

outside of that her wardrobe is very pastel! she’s either wearing like .. a crop top and a patterned midi skirt or a long, loose-fitting dress with a white shirt underneath. loves a good patterned cardigan too

rly likes studio ghibli films and adventure time. she sleeps with a big totoro plush

will drew a studio ghibli - style portrait of himself, jonathan & el where they’re standing in the rain with totoro & it’s framed in her room  

thinks pusheen is the cutest thing ever

willingly wears crocs

has a very large hair accessory collection, consisting of everything from scrunchies to ribbons to bandanas

loves doing her hair when its long. she’s heart eyes for any variation of bubble braids

she really likes flavored chapstick especially if it comes in a fun lil package

falls asleep on facetime with max all the time. the only semblance of an argument they’ve had was over whose shitty wifi was to blame for one of the two cutting out

real big lorde fan!! she’s always on the top three of el’s spotify wrapped. she rly likes indie artists in general like sales, big thief, faye webster, clairo, the list goes on

also likes most 2000s top hits. would give her left arm to listen to i really like you by carly rae jepsen and fireflies by owl city for the first time again

texts like a middle aged mom 

rly likes using emoticons, her fav is :o)

misuses acronyms like it’s her job. the type of person to say somethin like “sorry your grandma died. LOL” bc she thought it stood for Lots of Love

doesn’t rly have a social media presence outside of big life milestones (graduation, prom, etc)

very sentimental!! keeps all her concert ticket stubs/movie tickets/photobooth strips/polaroids pinned on a corkboard in her room

absolutely CRUSHED at cut the rope and temple run when she was younger. still has a concerning amount of games on her phone

plays a lot of animal crossing!! loves showing the party her island and would always try to get them into it

hates reading but rly likes audiobooks. loves listening to fantasy novels in particular (harry potter, percy jackson, the raven cycle)

for joyce’s bday one year, el, jonathan & will took awkward family portraits at jcpenny in very tacky 80s getup, complete with many awkward poses (jonathan & will holding el up as she lays there horizontally and poses dramatically, all three of them on the ground side-by-side with their chins in the palm of their hands, etc)

[ddejavvu]

helloooo and congrats on 1.4k darling!! <3

i’ve jus thinking about doing face masks with james and him giggling the whole time because of how you both look with them on

thank you so much!! omg baby this is adorable :((

--

You let the soft grin already splitting your cheeks widen a bit, the sight of James in a bunny-designed face mask too much for you to handle. He scoffed at your reaction, reaching insistently for the mirror that laid on the table, "C'mon now bird, can't be that bad."

You held the mirror out to him, letting him survey his appearance and his confident smile faded slightly, "Well, I guess it could look worse?"

"No it couldn't," You teased, poking the soaked cloth further onto his face and sticking down the edges that had started peeling, "What kind of a bunny are you?"

"A well moisturized one," He grinned, a giggle falling from his lips as he shoved a tiger-themed mask towards you, "Now, what are you waiting for?"

You tore open the package eagerly, recoiling only slightly at the goopy mask and unfolding it carefully. James reached forward to help, brows scrunched in concentration as he adjusted the mask on your face.

When you were both finally satisfied with its placement he leaned back, regarding his completed masterpiece for the first time. A snort broke free from his lips, and you felt a similar giggle slip from yours as you looked at your bunny.

"Well, at least you look good in yours."

"You look good too, Jamie!" You snickered, "The buffest bunny I've ever seen."

James posed accordingly, arm curled up towards his head as he flexed his muscles, a faux-cocky smirk on his face, "'N you're the cutest damn tiger I've ever seen."

[ackermansupremacy]

Hey we texted and now Imma officially request this PLS PLS PLS BABY.

Pls do a hc format post on modern au marley kids being friends with the 104th squad, and a warriors one too pls.

And if u do, pls add Ymir and Marco in the 104th part.

THANKS

Oh my goudddd i got u bestie SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET OUT

Gabi

Of course, Gabi and Reiner get along great 

They’re cousins after all 

So the two of them were basically built in buddies from the start 

They’re the youngest members of their family so at all reunions (do white people have those?/srs) they were always forced to sit at the designated childrens table 

And were always expected to get along despite them having a fairly large age gap 

But due to all the time they spent together they became pretty close 

Even though their energies are polar opposites 

But you know who balances that shit out?

PORCO.

Porco is a perfect mix of both of them he loves playing pranks on Reiner but also scolds Gabi when she needs it 

Reiner is literally exhausted by the feral energy and basically holds the two of them on leashes 

He cannot take them anywhere in public without being humiliated and violently humbled all at the same time 

But when shes not with Porco and Reiner you can usually find her with JSC

Jean, Sasha and Connie became friends with her completely by accident when they met up with Reiner one day and she happened to be there

Ever since then they’ve kind of been inseparable

She matches all of their feral energy and its HILARIOUS 

They always play video games together and she becomes such a beast at mariokart and mortal kombat that Jean will NOT play with her anymore 

Her and Sasha always go on the food runs together because shes so happy that shes not the only girl in that little group anymore

People genuinely believe shes Sasha’s little sister 

And they kind of just go with it, neither of them really mind it  

Hot take, another person she really got along with was Eren 

Before he became the emo boy we all know and love 

Since then, he doesn’t really hang with her as much and just considers her a nuisance

But she still harasses him cuz she thinks its funny which GREATLY annoys him

All of them being together at once is literally hell for Reiner and you can rarely catch him there without hearing him say “I need a cigarette” at least three times 

Falco

Falco and Historia are definitely buddies 

She def used to babysit him when he was a little kid 

He had his first little crush on her when he was like seven and he gets relentlessly teased for it 

She absolutely adores him and thinks hes the cutest thing ever and constantly tells embarrassing stories from when she used to babysit him 

Much to his dismay though

Even tho she hasn’t babysat him in a few years shes still there for him a lot 

She picks him up from school sometimes and when his parents are out of town overnight she’ll drop by with pizza or she’ll make a homecooked meal for him and Colt just to check up on them 

 And she of course takes Ymir with her since they’re a packaged deal, whos constantly giving Colt serious side eye whenever he looks at Historia for longer than five seconds 

Ymir and Falco also get along really well, hes also been around Ymir a lot, all the way back when Historia insisted they were just friends 

So Falco is used to her being in the car while he gets rides home from school

Another person he also really gets along with is Marco! 

Marco is one of his biggest role models because hes basically in the same role in the friend group as Falco 

And Falco really admires the way he’s able to deescalate situations and diffuse arguments all while being very kind about it 

When Marco finds out he is GASSED 

Him? A childs role model? 

Its the greatest honor hes ever received and he feels so special cuz he loves kids! 

Hes always there to give him advice that hes too embarrassed to ask Colt for 

And gives him rides in Historia and Ymir’s stead

Falco very much prefers being around the 104th as opposed to the warriors since they’re closer to his own age and the warrior intimidate him a bit honestly 

But i can see him hanging around Zeke quite a bit 

Someone mistook Zeke for his father once and Zeke just went with it

And Pieck made it the BIGGEST running joke for YEARS

Zofia

Due to being friends with her Mother, Pieck and Zofia are super close!! 

Pieck absolutely adores her and spoils the hell out of her  Every birthday, every christmas since she was practically a baby Pieck would buy her cute little dresses fit for a porcelain doll 

Pieck was the first person who ever did Zofia’s makeup, curled her hair and painted her nails 

She was the first person she ever had a sleepover with too when she was little! :)

Since Gabi isn’t the most girly, Pieck holds tightly onto the femininity that Zofia likes to show 

Whenever theres a school dance or any formal event, Pieck is always the first person Zofia goes to because she knows exactly where to get dresses and pretty nail polish

She definitely gives her a ton of cute nicknames like Zofie and Zoe <3

I also headcanon that Zofia and Annie are distantly related

The kind of related where they would only see each other once in a blue moon at someones wedding or a funeral for an old family member neither of them remembered

Despite this, whenever Zofia gets dragged by Falco and Gabi to one of the get togethers the 104th has 

Annie always makes sure Zofia stays close to her and doesn’t get wrapped up in whatever crazy shit Connie, Sasha and Jean are doing 

Her and Annie aren’t exceptionally close but they’re close enough that Annie looks out for her 

The only other person Annie trusts with looking out for Zofia is Bertholdt 

He feels super special with being trusted with this job because he thinks it might be able to score him some points with Annie

Zofia sees through his crush SO quickly 

And she of course teases him about it 

And exploits the hell out of it and uses it as blackmail when necessary 

She basically has him wrapped around her finger 

He doesn’t even mind it that much cuz he thinks shes adorable and like a mini version of Annie and truly believes she can do no wrong despite Reiner’s warning 

“I’m telling you Bert all those little shits are evil...” “Come on Reiner they’re just little kids!!”

Udo

I know shes not a warrior, but y’all already know he gets along the best with the love of my life Hanji Zoe

Shes definitely one of his moms closest friends 

And his science teacher! 

They’re the reason why he loves science so much! They’ve taught him most of the stuff he knows about all of his special interests 

She gives him rides home from school sometimes when he doesn’t walk back with his friends 

They always stop by mcdonalds for ice cream and fries on the way home despite her knowing sugar makes him really hyper 

But thats a problem for his mom not them LMFAO 

Hes a mature kiddo so hes always gotten along really well with the adults, so he gets along well with his other teachers Levi and Erwin as well 

But out of all of the 104th, Udo and Armin are for sure the closest 

They share a lot of common interests and always have a lot to talk about 

For one Armin loves hearing all the facts about animals, birds and bugs 

And the two of them like to go bird watching together while everyone is inside fighting over the Xbox controllers 

I see the two of them getting overstimulated by sound and lots of people being around so they like to go for quiet walks together and chat amongst themselves in general silence 

They talk about the books they’re currently reading and share story ideas and prompts with each other 

As well as new music artists they’ve discovered that they think each other would like 

Udo is kind of like the chaotic to Armin’s calm

Its a good balance for him, compared to the others Udo is a lot quieter and calmer and they have a lot more in common than he does with some of his friends 

So hes like a little brother :) 

However upon learning that Udo looks up to him and sees him as a role model that made him really nervous and suddenly makes him feel like hes not worthy of being a kids role model and like he would let him down somehow 

But its okay, because its hard to let them kiddos down <3

IM SO SORRY BESTIE THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET OUT ILY

[luxekook]

okay, bloomer ❃ myg

❃ pairing: floral assistant/rapper!yoongi x reader

❃ genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, slight crack, light angst and smut

❃ summary: spin-off sequel to ‘petal to the metal’; in which the reader visits a flower shop on her way home from work to treat herself to a flower and then keeps returning just to interact with the shop’s cute tsundere floral assistant. the last thing she expects is to see him ~spitting hot fire~ and looking hot as sin at her friend’s music event. how is she supposed to get flowers in peace now?

❃ word count: 10.2k

❃ warnings: 18+, cursing, violent imagery, mansplaining, tattooed and pierced yoongi, jealousy, mention of drinking, lots of sass, yoongi is soft as hell, rapping, jungkook being an idiot, smut [biting, blindfolding, bondage, sensory play, oral (f + m receiving), unprotected sex (WRAP IT), slight dom/sub themes, yoongi and reader are swiches, dirty talk, workplace sex]

❃ beta’d by: the amazing and gorgeous phia @meowxyoong​

❃ banner by: the iconic and beautiful danica @dee-ehn​

❃ commissioned by: my angel bby sweetheart jess @floralsuga​ UWU ILY AND I HOPE U LOVE THIS YOONGI AS MUCH AS I DO!!!!

The first time you enter the flower shop, it’s on a whim after a particularly bad day at work. You stomp down the street towards your apartment stewing over how Darryl can go screw himself as far as you are concerned. You almost flipped your desk today after the fifth time he tried to explain your own job to you. 

It’s like you haven’t been working at the graphic design firm for over three years and know all there is to know about typography and how it reads on book covers. You knew the moment your boss paired you with Darryl for this assignment, you were going to be in for a bumpy ride. You just didn’t expect the bumps to be of Mount Everest proportions.

You probably look crazy as you stalk down the block untethered in your rage, mumbling something about shoving your stylus so far up Darryl’s ass he’ll choke on your creativity. 

Somehow you unconsciously turn your head to admire a display of flowers blooming in a shop window. The blooming bunches of color call to you like a beacon of light in the darkness. Fuck it, you are going to treat yourself.

You dart across the street, dodging traffic. You need a flower. You need something that will brighten your evening and remind you that there is still beauty on this earth after all that mansplaining. And it seems that Of Fern & Freesia Flower Co. will be your oasis of choice. 

Squaring your shoulders, you push open the heavy wooden and glass door of the shop. The sound of a bell chimes in the air as you enter. A smile forms as you take in the array of greenery and petals surrounding you. The air smells like summer meadows and deep forests. 

Wandering around, you realize that it’s going to be harder than you thought to pick just one flower to go home with. As you near the back of the shop, you notice the general shop counter with a cash register, a small jar, and an array of flowers scattered across the deep oak wood. It seems like someone is piecing together a bouquet.

“Can I help you?” A low, languid voice calls out to you. Slowly, a boy emerges from the back room. Your eyes widen at the sight before you. He’s of average height with lean muscle and tattoos winding up both arms. His ears glint with multiple piercings, his left eyebrow has an intimidating slice through it, and his hair is a messy array of silver with a sexy as hell undercut. Yet, despite all of that tough exterior, the second you look at his face you melt.

The boy has the cutest face you have ever seen. His cheeks are full and pink, his nose is the most adorable little button, his lips are a dusky shade of rose. He has the face of an angel wrapped in a sinful package. Honestly, it’s unfair.

After a few moments, you realize he seems to be waiting for you to speak. Slitted eyebrow arched, he stares at you, dark eyes flicking over your own body.

“I’m looking to get a flower, but I just don’t know which one to pick,” You sigh, eyes shifting to glance around the shop once more. “There are so many beautiful ones to choose from.”

“Well,” The boy murmurs, “Sometimes one beautiful flower just stands out from the rest.”

Your eyes return to him, finally noticing the name-tag haphazardly pinned to his apron. Yoongi. His name is Yoongi. “And do you know which flower stands out today?” You ask, hands gripping your work tote so that you don’t do anything embarrassing like squish his chubby cheeks between your palms.

“Without a doubt,” He quirks a small smile in your direction before walking around the counter. Without a word more, he wanders down the rows of flowers and stops at a particular bunch of blue blossoms. He carefully selects one flower from the bunch and extends it out to you.

You accept the flower, examining it closely. It’s beautiful indeed. Shooting a glance at the sign attached to the bucket the flower had originated from, you smile as you read the label of ‘rare blue-tinted orchids’ (rare and unique beauty).

Turning back to Yoongi, you realize he has already begun to walk back to the counter. Quickly, you follow in his footsteps, carefully holding your flower in one hand and digging through your bag to find your wallet with the other. Upon reaching the counter, you gently place your orchid down to finally retrieve your wallet from where it had been lurking at the very bottom of your tote. 

“How much do I owe you?” You look up at Yoongi who had been staring at you with a peculiar expression on his face. 

He just shrugs, fiddling with one of the many silver rings adorning his fingers, “Nothing. It’s on the house.” 

“What?” You tilt your head in confusion, “But the sign said these are rare, so I’m sure it can’t be cheap.”

Again, Yoongi just lifts a shoulder lazily and shoots you a half smile, “I get an employee discount.” 

“Oh,” Your eyes fall under his intense scrutiny. They land on the small jar sitting next to the register. It’s labeled with a sticky note that says: “Feed Yoongi’s Dumpling Addiction”. 

“Dumplings, huh?” You grin at the cute boy and quickly grab ten dollars from your wallet, shoving the bill inside the jar. 

“Hey!” Yoongi pouts, “That’s not fair.” His cheeks are shaded a bright pink, “You can’t use my weakness against me like this.”

“I just did!” You laugh, slinging your bag over your shoulder and picking up your orchid once more. “Bye, Yoongi.”

You send him a wave and head back out into the night. You don’t realize he had stared out after you for quite some time with a small smile and a gleam in his eye. No, you are too busy picturing what it would be like to go get dumplings with a cute flower shop assistant. 

The next day at work you bring your flower along with you. Your desk needs some life breathed into it, and your flower does just the trick. Plus, you can't help but smile each time you look at it. 

And so when cursed Darryl waltzes over to you to talk about your project, you kindly tell him to fuck off. You know, in a safe for work fashion. You don’t need his bullshit or his bad vibes. Not when you can draw up romance novel cover designs with a certain boy in mind. It comes as no surprise to you as you realize later on that you had been drawing orchids woven throughout the book title.

The rest of the week passes by slowly as does the wilting of your flower. Yet on Thursday, your boss praises you for your flower designs, so much so that she decides to give you the company credit card to go buy a bouquet for the office as further inspiration. You tell her you know just the place. 

Taking an extended lunch break, you trek over to Of Fern & Freesia. Stepping through its doors brings an immediate smile to your face. You glance around, noticing a few other customers scattered throughout the shop. No sign of Yoongi.

You weave your way around the rows of flowers and the patrons that dot the aisles. A heavy feeling of disappointment settles in the pit of your stomach as you notice that there is a woman at the counter instead of the cute boy from a few days prior. The woman glances up as you approach, “Oh, hello! Welcome to Of Fern & Freesia. How may I help you?” 

“Hi, yes,” You shoot a furtive glance around, “I was hoping that you could recommend a bouquet?”

“Hm,” She nods, “Of course! What’s the occasion?” 

“It’s just for my office,” You explain, “We need some inspiration, and flowers seem to have helped lately.”

“I see,” She smiles, “Well, let me ask you if—” 

“Hey, boss lady! Do you know what happened to the lace ribbons? I can’t find— Oh,” Yoongi halts as he emerges from the back room and lays eyes on you. “Hello,” He mumbles, running a hand through his hair.

The woman helping you looks at Yoongi and then looks back at you and then looks at Yoongi again. A sly smile forms on her lips, “Well, well, well. Why don’t I go look for those lace ribbons while you help this customer here.” She turns to you, “My very best employee will be sure to take excellent care of you.”

Chuckling slightly, she disappears through the door that Yoongi had vacated a minute before.

“I’m your only employee!” Yoongi calls after her, the small smile on his face betraying his complaint. Still grinning slightly, he turns his brown eyes back to you, “Hello again…” He pauses, clearly waiting for you to fill in the unspoken blank.

“(Y/n),” You extend a hand out tentatively, “And you’re Yoongi.”

“That I am,” Yoongi smirks and takes your hand in his. You glance down at your clasped hands and marvel at how his hand fully engulfs yours. The heat of his palm burns into you while the coolness of his many rings makes you shiver. Eventually, you let go, certain your cheeks are as red as the display of roses to your left.

“Well, what can I do for you, (y/n)? Back for another flower?” His eyes flit around the shop briefly before returning to yours.

“A bouquet, actually,” You smile, “For the office. On the office.” You flash the company card that your boss had given you, and your stomach flips as he laughs – his dark eyes crinkling and his gums showing adorably. 

“Didn’t picture you working in an office,” He mumbles, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as his tongue pokes his cheek.

“Oh, so you’ve been picturing me, then?” You tease and internally sigh as he blushes fiercely, turning away from you.

“Yah, you know what I meant,” Yoongi scowls without any real menace, “You seem like you do something - I don't know - weird.”

You stare at him a moment and then burst into laughter. Yoongi pouts as you continue to crack up over his brazen observation. “I mean I guess designing romance novel covers isn’t the most conventional job, but it pays the bills and it’s pretty fun.”

“Romance novels?” Yoongi widens his eyes comically, “Don’t say that around the boss lady, she’s obsessed with them.”

“I heard that,” A yell sounds from the back room, “And I’m demoting you!”

“I’m demoted just by being associated with you!” Yoongi calls back.

You think you hear his boss mutter something about shoving a branch of redbud (betrayal) up Yoongi’s ass but you can’t be sure. Yoongi walks around the counter to lead you around the shop.

“What are you looking for, (y/n)?” His gaze is heated as it rests on you, and you bask in its glory.

“I’m good with whatever you recommend,” You shrug, “I’m in your hands.”

“Not yet,” Yoongi mutters under his breath; and before you can question that remark, he stalks off down an aisle, practically mowing down innocent shoppers. You trail after him, watching as he seems to be picking flowers at random. However, once he brings them all up front to arrange them, the flowers combine effortlessly into a beautiful bouquet.

“Wow,” You say softly, admiring the colorful arrangement before you, “This is beautiful, Yoongi. What kind of flowers are they?”

Yoongi rapidly fires off a number of flowers, most of which you had never even heard of before: honeysuckle and alstroemeria flowers (devotion), lilies of the valley (return of happiness), and petunias (your presence soothes me). 

As you hand him the company card to ring up your purchase, you notice a stray flower set aside from the bunch. “That one didn’t fit with the rest?” You joke, pointing to the multi-petaled pink flower.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Obviously not, (y/n). That one is for you.”

You let out an embarrassingly high-pitched giggle, “Well, excuse me for not being an expert, flower boy.”

He groans at the nickname, shaking his head in disgust. But, you see his lips twitching. God, he is so cute. You almost don’t even know how you had been intimidated by him at first. Even his tattoos and piercings are endearing to you now. You see them as a layer of protection he has in order to protect his soft heart.

Yeah, you are fucking whipped.

In an attempt to distract yourself from your growing infatuation, you glance down. The tip jar catches your attention, and you grin immediately as you read today’s inscription: “Yoongi’s Nap Fund: One Dollar = One Nap”. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Yoongi warns, but it’s too late. You shove another ten dollar bill inside. 

“Goddamn you,” Yoongi sighs, and the way he says it sounds like a confession. And you are so losing your marbles. And your job. You catch sight of the clock hanging on the back wall, and you are so, so late to get back to the office.

Cursing softly, you grab the bouquet and accept the flower Yoongi extends out to you, “Thanks, flower boy. I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

With that, you rush out the door, pulling a full Yoongi as you ruthlessly storm past customers on your way out. You unknowingly leave Yoongi in your dust, staring at you with what can only be affection. 

When you get home after your shift later that night, you quickly put your new flower in a mason jar with water and admire its beauty. After a quick google search, you identify the flower as a camellia. 

You fail to read further. But, if you had, you would have discovered the meaning of the flower Yoongi had gifted to you… My destiny is in your hands.

The next few weeks pass in a flurry of flowers - each prettier than the last. But that could just be the rose-tinted glasses you’ve been walking around with ever since you met Yoongi. You had visited Of Fern & Freesia such an embarrassing amount of times that you figured you should have a frequent flyer card.

But, who in their right mind could blame you when men like Min Yoongi exist? That’s right, you are on a full name basis now courtesy of one of Yoongi’s latest tip jars: “Support Min Yoongi in purchasing an off button for Jeon Jungkook”. 

With every visit came a new flower and a new post-it note on his tip jar. For instance, last Monday Yoongi gave you two stock flowers (you will always be beautiful to me), to which you immediately clowned him on for buying you stocks. He had just shaken his head at you - a common reaction from Yoongi that you had been on the receiving end of too many times to count. On that day, you had shoved a twenty dollar bill in the jar labeled: “New headphones for Yoongi’s silent, sad and lonely ears”. 

This Tuesday you had arrived at the shop right at closing. Your job had required you to stay for a late meeting because Darryl had fucked something up with his latest project. It’s honestly a wonder how he hasn’t been fired yet. After the meeting ended, you had practically run out of the office to make it to see Yoongi in time. When you stepped into the shop, you had been greeted with a growly yell of “We’re closed! Get lost!” And then when Yoongi came storming towards the front, he’d skittered to a halt, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find words.

You had just shyly waved like an idiot and then had turned to leave, only to be tugged back inside by Yoongi. “Come on,” He had said lowly, seeming quite exasperated with you, “I have your fix.” He had held your wrist all the way up to the counter as you blushed profusely behind him. He had handed you a zinnia (I mourn your absence), and you had added a couple five dollar bills to his jar simply entitled: “Do it. You won’t.”

And, finally, yesterday you had made sure to visit on time, clocking out of work at 5:00PM exactly. Your boss had even asked if you had a hot date. God, you had fucking wished. In all your hurry to get over to Of Fern & Freesia, you had forgotten one important piece of information that had been made crystal clear the moment Yoongi had locked eyes on you - you needed to do laundry.

Now, this might seem like an odd and offhand comment, but it meant that you had been wearing your more formal work clothes out of necessity. A form fitting pencil skirt with a tucked in button up blouse - both of which were on the tighter side from not being worn enough - paired with your favorite stilettoed ankle boots had been your outfit of choice and your last resort.

You had clicked and clacked your way up to the counter and had almost turned right back around at the look Yoongi had given you. His eyes had been the darkest you’d ever seen. You hadn’t quite been able to read the storm of emotions within them. Had it been anger? Annoyance? Attraction? 

God, you had prayed it was the last. 

When you had made it to Yoongi, he had let out a harsh breath before turning away from you for a moment. “Hey, flower boy,” You had said tentatively, “Are you okay?”

“I’m just peachy,” He had muttered, slamming down a few flowers on the counter. 

“O-o-okay,” You had responded, drawing out the word. You had stared quizzically at Yoongi as he fiddled with his rings, looking more on edge than you had ever seen him before. His eyes had flicked over your body, and then finally he had met your eyes.

“Sorry,” He had grumbled out, “You just caught me off guard. These are for you.”

As Yoongi had gathered the flowers he had slammed down on the counter, you had realized you still had your hair up and fastened with your stylus. Tugging it out of your hair, you had tousled your hair with your fingers for a bit and then had shoved the stylus in your bag. You had thought you had heard Yoongi choke slightly, but your ears surely had been playing tricks on you. 

You had grinned at him as you grabbed the flowers from his outstretched hands and then tucked a twenty in his tip jar inscripted with: “Help Yoongi endure Kim Seokjin’s presence for three hours.”

Later that night, you had realized that you really should have brushed up on your flower knowledge sooner because apparently the flowers he had given you were peach blossoms (I am your captive). While their meaning is still unbeknownst to you, you now appreciate the pun wholeheartedly. 

You had even tried to see him tonight, but he hadn’t been working for some reason. It’s hard not to assume the worst. Is he on a date? Oh god, has he had a girlfriend this whole time? A boyfriend? A partner? You almost call up your friend Jackson to cancel on his music event because all you want to do is sit down on your couch with the two men who will never let you down - Ben and Jerry. 

But, you can't.

Jackson would hunt you down and drag you there himself if he had to. He had done that very thing when you tried to bail on his last party. It hadn’t been your fault that you considered a midweek celebration of his five point increase on his credit score to be extra as hell. But that is just Jackson, and you adore him for it.

You met Jackson through your job. He sometimes models for the book covers that your company produces; because, let’s be real, Jackson is a whole snack. Unfortunately, you seem to be attracted to boys on the surlier side as opposed to those on the sunshine side of the spectrum.

Therefore, you and Jackson are great friends, and he brings out (READ: forces out) your more social side. Tonight, he is MCing a local music show at one of the bars downtown. It’s apparently some sort of open mic night. You just hope your ears are all in one piece when you return home.

The bar is crowded as hell as you slip through its doors. The entire back area has been converted into a stage, and you notice Jackson getting ready to begin MCing. Of course, he spots you immediately, waving incessantly. You can’t help but smile back widely and wave.

Squeezing your way through the crowd, you luckily spy a free barstool with a decent view of the stage. Quickly claiming it as yours, you order a beer and settle in for the night. Your eyes drift across the crowd, seeing some familiar faces of musicians you had seen before at events like this.

You even think you see the woman from Of Fern & Freesia in the back corner, but that’s probably just your brain playing tricks on you. Your attention is brought back to the stage as Jackson begins to announce the general lineup for the night and then the first performer.

As you listen to the first performance, your heart aches. The musician’s ballad is slow and soulful, its lyrics deep and jarring. What you wouldn't give to feel a love like that, too feel so deeply for another person and to have that returned unconditionally. Again, your mind turns to the damned flower boy who has been ruling your thoughts lately. And as the song ends, you clap along with the crowd like you hadn’t just planned out your entire future with a boy you had met just a handful of times.

You watch as Jackson introduces the next performance - some group called ‘Bangtan’ featuring some dude named ‘Suga’. What kind of name is that? A stage name, you hope.

Five boys jump onto the stage, and the crowd goes fucking wild. As you assess the boys with your own two eyes, you see the hype. They’re hot as fuck. 

Their performance begins with two of the boys singing. Your eyebrows raise as their sweet voices grace your ears. You almost fall into a sense of security as their vocals envelop you. And then the rapping begins.

Your jaw drops all the way down to the pits of Hades as you take in the sight of what can only be Yoongi, your sweet fucking flower boy, spitting crazy hot fire alongside two other beautiful boys. Had you somehow eaten an edible unknowingly on your way over here? Have you teleported into an alternate universe? Have you travelled into another dimension? Have you fallen into the fucking upside down?

God, he looks so fine. In all the times in the flower shop, you had only seen him in plain t-shirts, black jeans, and an apron. Therefore, your mind is fucking blown at the way Yoongi is wearing the shit out of a long white t-shirt, ripped blue jeans, a white and silver jacket, and silver chains. 

The boy is sauntering around the stage like he fucking owns it, all cocky and brash. Your attention is riveted by the sheer talent before you, but your sanity is in shambles. He drags a hand through his messy hair and his undercut peeks out from underneath. Damn, that hairstyle suits him well.

It seems the performance is over both too soon and not soon enough. And when Yoongi stays on stage all by himself, you silently pray to any higher power out there that you survive this. The low sound of the bass fills the bar as Yoongi lazily nods to the opening beats of whatever he plans on performing.

Almost by fate, Yoongi’s eyes meet yours. They widen as they take you in, and you are absolutely certain you also resemble an owl as you stare back. Like the dork that you are, you lift your beer up in a silent toast to him, and your stomach flips as his lips quirk.

And then he starts. You cannot look away. Somehow Yoongi rapping solo is just as good as the previous performance with the four others. It might even be better; but, then again, you are insanely biased at this point. 

As he performs, you lose the ability to speak, to cheer alongside the crowd. The way Yoongi commands the stage with his words, his presence, his talent is quite possibly the sexiest thing you have ever seen. The looks he sends you definitely don’t help. You might actually melt into a puddle on this very floor.

And you nearly do as Yoongi’s song ends and he sends you a wink as he hops off stage. God, you need to get it together before you track the boy down, tug him to you by his silver chains, and kiss the hell out of him and his talented mouth. 

Yeah, you need to leave ASAP. Shooting Jackson a text, you leave a twenty on the bar and haul ass out of there.

How are you supposed to face Yoongi after this? You can’t even pretend it didn’t happen because he had seen you. If you don’t go back to the shop, he might think you hated his performance. But, if you do go back to the shop, you’ll have to face the boy who had destroyed your ovaries on stage in front of multiple dozens of people. 

Lord, you are so fucking screwed.

Saturday and Sunday pass with many more existential breakdowns; and by the time Monday arrives, you decide that - fuck it - you are going to do some recon. 

You email your boss that you are running a bit late and head over to the flower shop. It is barely 9:00AM when you strut through the doors.

The woman you had seen once before startles as you burst in, “Oh hey, it’s you! Um, Yoongi doesn’t work until later.”

You swear you turn fifty shades of maroon, “I-I know.”

She also blushes, “Right, sorry. I haven’t had my coffee yet. How can I help you? Another bouquet?”

Before you can answer her, a boy bounds through the door holding two steaming coffee cups. He looks eerily familiar, but you can't quite place where you have seen him before.

“Morning, noona!” The boy beams at the woman, and then belatedly realizes you are also there. “Aish, sorry!” You gape as he somehow becomes small, huddling by his ‘noona’. “I didn’t realize you had a customer already.”

“That’s alright, Jungkookie,” She smiles at the admittedly cute boy who is now scrutinizing you for some reason.

“Aha!” Jungkook snaps his fingers, “I know you! You’re Yoongi-hyung’s g—”

The woman grabs Jungkook’s ear before he can continue, “Ignore him. Please.” She shoots the boy a dark look that sends him pouting.

You try your best, but the words are already flying through your mind. Yoongi-hyung’s girl? His girl insert-space-here friend? His gremlin? His goddess divine? His fucking Go-Gurt?

The possibilities are too endless; and so you pull a Spongebob and burn the memory from your brain for the sake of your rationality. You quickly grab the first flower you see - a love-in-a-mist (perplexity) - and pay for it before jetting out the door.

Your feelings? Unstable.

Your recon mission? Unsuccessful.

Your inevitable face-off with Yoongi? Unavoidable.

“I heard you came by yesterday morning.” 

You nearly jump out of your skin, barely having crossed the threshold of the flower shop before Yoongi slides right in front of you. “Holy sweet mother of god, Yoongi! Have you been lurking by the door just to scare me like this?”

Yoongi’s gaze darts around, decidedly not looking at you. “No?” He tries. You don’t let him succeed.

“Oh, really...” You arch an eyebrow and try to step around him, but Yoongi just matches your movements - effectively blocking you from advancing further.

“Stop trying to distract me,” He growls. His frown is admittedly cute instead of intimidating in the way he probably intends. “Why did you visit yesterday morning instead of last night?”

It’s your turn to avoid eye contact as you look for any possible avenue for escape. Yoongi gives you no room to budge or even any time to answer as he continues to question you. “Could it be…” He leans closer to you, “That you didn’t like what you saw on Friday?”

Your heart stutters in your chest as Yoongi grows closer still, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, “Or maybe… it’s that you did like it.”

Before you risk it all and pounce on him while he’s working, you pull a spin move around Yoongi that would even make Lebron proud. Trying to put as much distance  between the two of you as possible, you power-walk away from him, calling over your shoulder, “Yes, I liked it, okay? God.”

You weave your way between the shelves of flowers with Yoongi trailing your every move. That little shit is relentless in his pursuit. You shoot him an evil eye between two buckets of flowers that he steadfastly ignores, “What did you like about it?” Yoongi grins widely, “Come on, tell me. Tell me. Just tell me, tell me, tell m—” You round the aisle he is on and clamp a hand over his mouth.

“Min Yoongi, for the love of reese’s peanut butter cups, shut your mouth.” Your glare strengthens as you can just tell he’s smirking underneath your hand. It’s difficult to ignore the plushness of his lips pressed against your palm. Did he just lick his lips? With your palm over them?

“I liked the collaboration you did with Jungkook and the other boys,” You shoot back at him, desperate to take him down a peg, “It was cute.” With a victorious smile at his darkening expression, you tug your hand away and turn to walk away. But déjà vu strikes as Yoongi’s hand envelops your wrist.

He pulls you back into his chest as he leans down. You can feel his words flow from his chest as he murmurs, “Oh really? And did you know that Jungkook is happily in a relationship? What a bummer.”

“Uh, I don’t recall asking,” You retort, “But that’s great for Jungkook. Should I send him a card in congratulations?”

“Fuck, you are so frustrating,” Yoongi groans and lets out an exasperated laugh, “Are you really going to make me ask?”

“Undoubtedly,” You grin like the menace you are.

Sighing, Yoongi presses closer to you. “(Y/n),” His lips brush against your ear, “What did you like about me?”

The way that Yoongi’s scent wraps around you, the way his lips move against your skin, the way his words drip with sensual intent makes you cave almost immediately. “Well, you had some fire bars, bro,” You blurt out.

He stills for a second and then a laugh bubbles up from his chest. You pout as he doubles over, clutching his stomach. 

“Hey,” You complain, “I thought that’s what all the youngsters are calling it these days.”

Yoongi laughs harder, “Oh my god, please stop. I’m going to break a rib from laughing too hard.”

You sniff, “Well, consider that the first and last compliment you will get from me. Ever.”

That shuts him up real quick. “Aw, babe,” He whines, following you as you move towards the counter in the back of the shop. Thank god there are no other customers to witness your complete degeneration into Min Yoongi Trash™. 

You slouch against the counter as you reach it, turning to face him. “Don’t ‘aw, babe’ me, babe. Now, get me my flower.”

Your sass does nothing but bring a smile to Yoongi’s face, and your frown deepens.

“I know just the thing,” He smirks. 

You don’t trust it. At all.

Yoongi goes behind the counter and grabs a little potted flower from behind the register. He pushes it over to your side slowly. “It’s a potato vine flower (you are delicious),” He says, like that explains everything. “It reminds me of you.”

You gape at the admittedly pretty triad of flowers intertwined together in the small silver pot. “A flower with potato in its name reminds you of me?” Your eyes narrow down into slits as you stare at him.

“Those are the words that came out of my mouth, yes.” His lips quirk at your growing ire.

“Hmph,” You turn up your nose, “Well, I will take it as a compliment. Potatoes are great, versatile, and goddamn tasty.”

“Indeed,” Yoongi smiles, running a hand through his hair. The rings adorning his fingers glisten under the shop’s lights, and you cannot help but follow his hands as they once again return to his sides.

You can feel your face warming as indecent thoughts of his hands on you fly through your brain. As your gaze remains lowered, it falls upon the tip jar. Today, it reads: “Help Yoongi fulfill his dream… of doing absolutely nothing”.

Before Yoongi can stop you, you shove a twenty into the jar. “Thanks for the potato plant, Yoongi,” You try to hide your smile as he - as predicted - gets into a huff over your incorrect identification.

“It’s a potato vine flower!” He yells after you as you walk away, “You know that, right? It’s important to me that you know that!”

“Po-tay-to, po-tat-oh,” You call back to him, laughing as you ignore his groan of protest. Provoking Yoongi might just become your new favorite hobby.

Work consumes your next few days and prevents you from visiting your lovely little flower boy. Obviously, that has contributed to your mood taking a turn for the worse. But, it’s also done a steep nosedive because fucking Darryl is back at it again with his misogyny. You really shouldn't be surprised at this point, but here you are, surrounded by cleaning supplies, one concerned model, and one indifferent photographer.

Your joint project is culminating tomorrow - book cover proposal for one of the industry’s top romance authors. The one job, the one fucking job, you had given Darryl was to buy props. And guess what Darryl had gotten? Fucking mops.

“I thought you just wanted to clean or some shit,” He had said and then had the nerve to shrug.

Oh, you are going to clean alright. Clean him right out of his office, you will. Using him as the broom you personally sweep the floor with. 

Now, your cover model Jinyoung is here, and there is nothing to make this shoot interesting. Jinyoung, one of Jackson’s close friends and fellow model, awkwardly tries to comfort you as you stew in your rage in the corner of the studio.

“What are we going to do?” You cry for the tenth time, getting ready to either burst into tears or to burn the building to the ground. At least Darryl had made himself scarce ever since you tore into his ass for a solid fifteen minutes. Honestly, that had been the highlight of your day.

“Are there any props around here?” Jinyoung suggests. You look around the studio only to find the photographer Mina scrolling through her phone and an assortment of lighting fixtures against the white backdrop. Suddenly, your gaze snaps back to Mina - more specifically to her floral patterned shirt.

“Come with me,” You grab Jinyoung’s hand and tug him out the door, “Mina, I’ll be back in ten!”

The photographer sends a thumbs up, and you and Jinyoung are on your way. “Where are we going?” He chuckles as you keep tugging him along out of the building and down the street.

“We are going to improvise,” You grit out as you stomp towards your destination, hand still grasping Jinyoung’s tightly. Finally, you arrive at Of Fern and Freesia. “We’re getting flowers,” You declare and enter the shop with Jinyoung in tow.

“Alright then,” He mutters, probably thinking that he doesn't get paid enough for this. And honestly neither do you - especially when you lock eyes with Min Yoongi and his face looks like thunder. You become hyper-aware that you are still clutching onto Jinyoung as Yoongi’s eyes fall to focus on your clasped hands. His jaw tightens. 

And then his expression clears like nothing had even happened. 

Your heart beats fast in your chest as you watch as Yoongi turns and walks into the back room of the shop without a backwards glance.

Had that been a display of jealousy just now? It could not have been. Nope.

You shove this whole thing aside. You aren’t Yoongi’s anything. Just like he isn’t yours. 

You clasp Jinyoung’s hand tighter as you haul him towards a selection of roses. “What do you think of any of these?” You ask Jinyoung and point to the different colored roses. 

“Uh, they’re nice,” Jinyoung doesn’t seem too committed to your search, but you pay that no mind. You have one goal: do not get fired. Actually, no. You have a second goal: get Darryl fired. 

You pluck a red rose (love) and a burgundy rose (unconscious beauty) out of their respective buckets. Holding them up next to Jinyoung, you try to envision the book cover. But instead of seeing Jinyoung with rose petals raining down around him, you see Yoongi sprawled out across your bed with petals scattered around him.

Not the time, (y/n)! 

Oh, god. The time!

You quickly grab the entire bucket of red roses and gesture for Jinyoung to grab the burgundy rose bucket. “We’ll get both and figure it out later,” You say, moving onwards towards the counter. Jinyoung follows you obediently. 

When you make it to the counter, you both plop the buckets down. 

“Couldn’t have just one, huh?” 

You and Jinyoung jump as Yoongi appears from behind you as he rounds the counter. 

“Had to take them both?” He continues, his expressionless face is worrisome. But, you do not have the time to analyze it or his confusing words right now.

“Uh, yeah? Yoongi, listen, we’re really late, and I need to pay quickly. I can explain later. Please.”

Your voice cracks on your last word, and Yoongi’s blank expression softens slightly as he sighs, “Okay, (y/n).” He accepts your credit card that you have outstretched to him and rings your flowers up.

“Thank you, Yoongi. You’re a lifesaver,” You say in a tiny voice, going to grab your wallet when you realize you don’t actually have cash on you right now. You’ll have to come back later.

“Yeah, thanks, man,” Jinyoung says, giving Yoongi that classic headnod that ‘bros’ do. 

Yoongi shoots Jinyoung one of the iciest glares you have ever seen; and yet, somehow, Jinyoung just smiles without a care. 

“You’re welcome, (y/n),” Yoongi replies, handing you back your card along with the receipt. “Oh, I also have flowers for you - for both of you.” He snags two different flowers from the shelf behind the counter and holds one out to each of you.

You accept the pretty white flower which Yoongi calls a polyanthus lily (pleasures that inevitably cause pain), while Jinyoung gingerly accepts a cluster of smaller yellow flowers. Yoongi smugly declares them to be tansies (I declare war against you). 

Thanking Yoongi again, you rush out of the shop with a bucket of roses in your hands and a model hot on your heels. You have a shoot to save and a bone to pick. It is time to get shit done.

Seven exhausting hours later, you emerge from your workplace with a sense of bitter accomplishment. Your shoot with Jinyoung had gone as well as it could have given the circumstances.

You and Mina had gotten as creative as you could have with the hundred roses you had bought from Of Fern & Freesia. You had showered Jinyoung in rose petals, you had made him place a rose between his teeth, and you had him extend one flower out like the Bachelor.

God, if you hadn’t been half in love with your flower boy you might have kissed Jinyoung for being such a good sport. Instead, you had settled for personally calling his agency to sing his praises and for making a note to send him a bonus.

Another win had come later this afternoon when you had been lucky enough to bear witness to Darryl’s termination. Your boss had been horrified to hear about Darryl’s fuckup and about all of the other bullshit he had put you through. As it turns out, she had already been keeping tabs on him for similar suspicions and this had been all the evidence she needed to seal the deal.

The look on Darryl’s face had been life changing. It had carried you through the last few hours of editing and arranging the final book cover proposal.

And so, finally, you drag your tired ass back to Of Fern & Freesia to both tip Yoongi for earlier and to give an explanation for the brevity of your afternoon visit. That is, if he is even still working at this hour. The shop is nearing its close, and you just hope you aren’t too late.

The bell chiming is the only sound that greets your ears as you enter the shop. The place is absent of the customers who usually roam around the aisles, examining flowers. Undeterred, you walk towards the back of the shop.

Yoongi is slouched over the counter, typing away furiously on his phone. He doesn’t look up as you approach as it seems he’s lost in his own virtual world.

“Paging florist Yoongi,” You call softly and smile as Yoongi is finally the one to get jumpy.

“Yah,” He cries, slapping a hand to his heart, “What are you trying to do, woman?”

“I’m trying to greet you, duh,” You roll your eyes, biting back a grin. 

“All alone this time?” Yoongi sets his phone on the counter, turning his full attention - and sass - to you.

“Alone? Please,” You scoff, “My FBI agent is surely tailing me somewhere nearby.”

“There goes that mouth,” Yoongi mutters darkly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second. He leans closer to you over the counter, “Tell me, (y/n)... Does your boyfriend like it when you talk back like that, too? Or is that all that attitude just for me?”

You mirror his actions, leaning over the counter and bringing your face closer to his. “He would like it... If he existed.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen slightly before narrowing, “Really? Then who was that boy you came in here with earlier? So you’re saying that you hold hands and buy flowers with just anyone?” His attention on you is hard and absolute, but you don’t flinch. 

You lean closer, lips only an inch or two away from his. “Hm,” You say, in mock confusion, “I didn’t realize that the last Daylight Savings had shifted us all the way back to the 14th century. Oh, wait. It’s still 2020, and I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

Before you can blink, Yoongi’s hands shoot out to cradle your face and his lips are on yours. A gasp slips between your lips, and Yoongi takes advantage of your shock to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you. He pulls back slightly, his lips brushing yours as he mutters, “You are so goddamn infuriating. You walk around here looking like a fucking thirst trap when I have to be Professional Yoongi™, and then you say these absurd things that only make me want you more, and then you show up at my music show and almost make me forget every word I have ever known, and now the only melodies and lyrics that run through my brain relate to you, and so I am just losing my goddamn mind over you—”

You kiss him. “Shut up, you giant adorable idiot,” You mumble against his lips, “And for the record, I liked you first.”

Yoongi pulls away from you and shakes his head, “No way, babe. I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you standing at this counter for the first time last month.” 

You cross your arms, “Oh yeah? Well, I’ve liked you since you walked out of that back room right there to help me for the first time last month. So, it looks like we’re even.” 

“Even?” Yoongi grins, ducking down to pull something off the shelf below the counter. “That’s cute. But, I win,” He straightens, placing a bigger tip jar that you’ve never seen before onto the counter between you. Slowly, he turns it around so that the post-it note attached to it is displayed for you: “Cute girl (Y/n) and Yoongi’s Date Fund”. 

“Wow, am I not cute anymore?” You joke, looking up at Yoongi who rolls his eyes.

“That was before I knew your name, babe, and (y/n) is too beautiful a name not to be written at every opportunity.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. Your cheeks flush traitorously as you smile, “You’re so full of shit, Min Yoongi.”

“Am not,” He argues, moving around the counter over to your side. Just when you think he’s trying to get closer to you, he moves past you.

“Where are you going?” You trail after him, pausing when you notice he’s pulled a ring of keys from his pocket. Your eyes widen to their full extent as you watch him lock up the shop and flip around the sign to read: “Closed”.

Yoongi turns back around. “Come here, (y/n),” He says, his voice deep, his lips tugging into a smirk. 

You resort to your instinctual reaction whenever someone issues you an order, “Make me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Yoongi prowls towards you. You back up with every step he takes, and before you know it, your back is up against the counter. Yoongi’s arms cage you in on either side of your body. He’s so close. The heat from his body sears into you and you think you might just faint from proximity.

“What do you want from me?” You whisper as Yoongi’s head dips to place soft kisses along your neck.

“I want you,” He says without a pause or hesitation, “In any way you’ll give me.”

“And would I get you in return?” You sigh as Yoongi sucks lightly on the skin right below your ear.

You feel his smile before he answers, “Babe, you already have me.”

Your heart swells. He is yours. But in true (y/n) fashion you cannot help but to fuck with him further, “Ah, well that just disincentivizes giving myself to you. Since I already have you, why should I let you have me?”

Yoongi bites your neck lightly in response to your teasing, and you are too surprised to catch the moan before it winds its way out of your mouth. “Fuck, baby, I need to hear you make that sound again,” Yoongi growls, his hands gripping your thighs before lifting you onto the counter. “Let me have you,” He begs, pulling his head back to stare at you. His pupils are so blown out, and you are certain yours are the same way.

His hands are still gripping your thighs as you clench them together as best you can with Yoongi in between. 

“Oh,” Yoongi murmurs, looking too pleased, “Is my baby desperate for my touch already?”

“Puh-lease,” You reply, “Don’t act like you aren’t hard as fuck right now, Min.” 

“That’s besides the point. I’ve been hard for you since you walked in here in that tight as fuck skirt and those fucking heels,” Yoongi scowls. “And then you had the audacity to take your hair down like some sort of seductress. I had to jerk off like three times that night.”

“Oh,” You grin evilly, “You mean… like this?” You reach up to pull the pencil out of your topknot, successfully sending your hair tumbling down your shoulders. You shake your head slightly to help the strands settle and bask in Yoongi’s dark expression complete with clenched jaw.

“That’s it,” Yoongi’s hands slide under your thighs, and suddenly you are thrown over his shoulder.

“Yoongi!” You cry as he carries you into the back room of the shop.

“Shut it, you,” Yoongi spanks your ass once, and you let out a tiny squeak before you are set down on a marble island amidst a room full of flowers, ribbons, and anything even remotely related to bouquet-making. 

You’re too distracted by the beauty that surrounds you to notice that Yoongi is grabbing something from a nearby shelf. He returns to stand in front of you once more. “Let me taste you,” He says as if he’s asking for the time of day. 

“If you must,” You feign indifference, but your smile betrays you.

“Clothes off,” Yoongi says, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it. You don’t think twice before stripping out of your blouse and unbuttoning your dark jeans.

“You’re gonna have to help me, Yoongi,” You sigh as you stare down at the lack of room Yoongi is giving you to stand to take off your pants.

“It would be my honor,” Yoongi replies, and you groan at his dramatics. “Ass up,” He commands. You lean back onto your elbows and lift your ass up so that he can take your jeans off successfully.

“Damn, baby,” His eyes burn into you as he takes in the sight of your body covered just barely by your lace bra and panties. Tugging a scrap of ribbon from his pocket, Yoongi approaches you, “Can I blindfold you?”

“Kinky,” You breathe, nodding. Yoongi grins and gently ties the soft ribbon around your head, effectively surrounding you in darkness.

“Lay back,” He murmurs. You do so, shivering slightly as your skin meets the coolness of the marble. A soft kiss is placed to your cheek before you feel a brush of something else cross your neck.

You gasp as what you can only imagine could be a flower is dragged along your body, dipping in between your breasts, down across your stomach, ghosting over your hips. All of your senses are buzzing, hyper-aware of everything but your sight.

And so when you feel a finger slowly stroke you over your panties, you let out a gasp. “Yoongi,” You moan, your hips shifting in vain to bring his hand closer.

“Say my name again,” He growls, and you hear a snip along with a quick touch of metal.

“Yoongi,” You chastise, “Did you just fucking cut my underwear off?”

“Hm, not quite the tone I was asking for but it’ll do,” The grin is apparent in his voice and you open your mouth to lay into him when his tongue slides between your folds.

“Fuck,” You sigh, your hand winding down your body to clutch at his hair, “Yoongi, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Yoongi mumbles, and then you are suddenly moved closer to the edge of the island and his mouth is on you.

His lips kiss over every inch of your pussy, his tongue flicks out every so often to drag over your clit. It’s slow and torturously sweet. Your back arches as Yoongi suddenly sucks lightly at your swollen bud. 

“Yoongi.” 

That sets him off. You feel Yoongi’s finger tease your entrance, lightly pushing in and out as his mouth continues to suck and caress your pussy.

“Please.”

His finger sinks into you, and you curse, moaning Yoongi’s name as he continues to push in and out of you. Though your vision is taken, you begin to see white as you hurtle towards the precipice.

Another finger is thrust inside you and you cry out. “Fuck, baby,” Yoongi growls, “You are so wet for me, so tight, so delicious. Tell me when you’re close. I want you to come in my mouth.”

Fuck, he’s filthy. You think you might love him.

“I’m already close, you little shit,” You groan as he sucks your clit harshly, making you somehow see stars.

Yoongi immediately switches things up, his tongue sinks inside you as his fingers rub your clit in quick, light circles.

You come with a scream, feeling Yoongi sucking and lapping up everything you give him. He carries you through your orgasm, and finally you sink back onto the marble.

And then you rip off the blindfold.

“My turn!” You grin, blinking furiously as your eyes readjust to the light of the room. You sit up. Yoongi is still kneeling between your legs, gazing up at you with wet lips and a feral expression.

“Your turn?” He arches an eyebrow and stands. You take advantage of his movements and hop down off the island.

“Those are the words that came out of my mouth, yes,” You throw his own words from a few days ago back in his face.

You can tell he remembers when he laughs slightly, his eyes crinkling adorably. 

“Now get naked, Min Yoongi,” You command, unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the ground.

Yoongi groans at the sight of you and then whips his shirt off, throwing it at you.

Laughing, you catch it and chuck it to the side. Before you know it, Yoongi stands naked before you. His torso is also covered in ink, his nipples are pierced, his cock is hard.

You slowly walk over to him, excited by how the tables have turned now. “Blindfold?” You ask, dangling the satin ribbon in front of you.

He shakes his head swiftly, “No, I need to see you.”

You grab his cock and revel in the hiss of breath he sucks in, “Baby boy, I don't think you understand who is in charge here.”

“Fuck,” He moans, both at your words and at the slow movements of your hand along his length. 

“Now, since you made me come particularly hard, I’m going to give you another option: I tie your wrists.”

Yoongi looks pissed, “I have to pick one?” 

You take your hand away, and he caves instantly. “Fine! Tie my wrists.”

“Good boy,” You smirk, “Now lay on the island like I just did.” You watch as he listens, grumbling all the while about how he wanted to touch you and how this was some bullshit. He’d learn.

Finally, Yoongi is in position and gives out a big sigh like he just went through so much effort. So extra.

You make quick work of his wrists, tying them above his head loosely. “Let me know it gets to be too much for you, okay?” You kiss him softly and swiftly and smile as he tries to chase your lips as you pull back.

You hop onto the island and slowly kneel over Yoongi. Your knees are on either side of his calves as you lean down, arching your back so your ass is high in the air, and then you suck the tip of his cock into your mouth.

The moan that Yoongi emits is so sexy that you almost skip right to sitting on his dick - almost. Instead, you just speed up, swirling your tongue around him and cradling his balls in your palm.

“Fucking hell, baby,” Yoongi rasps out, his eyes squeezed shut, “Your fucking mouth.”

You smile around him and take him further inside your mouth. Yoongi chokes out more curses than you have ever heard before. And when you swallow around him, he groans, “I’m gonna come. Wanna come on your tits.”

You release him with a pop. “No,” You say, sitting back on your heels. 

Yoongi’s neck strains as he looks down at you, “Please, (y/n), baby, I need you. Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.” His head falls back as he smirks slightly, “I can’t believe that you just sucked my dick and that I actually got to eat you out just now. Damn, I don’t know how I got so lucky. Maybe I saved someone famous in my past life. Or maybe I was Spiderman—”

Moving quickly, you settle further up his body, hovering over his cock. Your hand covers Yoongi’s mouth. “Are you malfunctioning? Oh my god, I broke you. And to think I was going to sit on your dick next… That’s too bad. I don't think you can handle it.”

His eyes widen to the size of dinner plates as he stares up at you, “Mmph!” His words are muffled by your palm.

“What’s that?” You tease, leaning down to slowly suck on his nipple, swirling the piercing around with your tongue. “You still want me to?”

This time, you remove your hand so he can reply fully. As soon as your palm leaves, Yoongi cries, “Please, please, please, baby. Take me inside you. I’ll make you feel good, I promise!” 

“Well,” You straighten, grabbing his cock and lining him up with your entrance, “Since you asked so nicely.”

Slowly, you sink down. Inch by inch you watch as Yoongi’s face scrunches up as he murmurs your name like a prayer. Finally, you take him all the way inside. “Well, how does it feel, baby?” You grin.

“Like fucking heaven,” He groans, his fists clenching above him as he tries to thrust into you as best he can.

“Relax, baby,” You place a palm on his chest, “Let me take care of you.” With that, you begin to move. Your hips swivel slowly at first and then pick up the pace. You feel him twitching inside you and you know that he’s already close from how well you sucked him off earlier.

You ride him hard, sliding up and down his hard cock and watching his face as you ruin him. His breathing is harsh and his legs begin shaking beneath you, “Fuck, shit, damn, baby, please.”

His words are a garbled mess as you clench down around him, beginning to feel your own orgasm rising. “Don’t you dare come yet, Min Yoongi,” You hiss, leaning back slightly to take him deeper.

“Baby-y, please.” You watch enraptured as a tear slips out of his eye. Yoongi’s abs are clenching and you know he is so fucking close to coming. 

“Look at me,” You order, sliding a hand down your body to circle your clit. He listens and groans immediately at the sight of you.

“Watching you ride me makes me want to come even more!” He whines, but nevertheless keeps his eyes on you. You smile and moan softly as you continue to ride him, flicking your clit between your fingers. You’re close now. 

Your movements become frantic as you bounce on his cock, your hips shifting over his. You hurtle towards your climax and you tighten around him, “Come.”

Immediately, you feel him come inside you, painting your walls and filling you with warmth. You light up as you come for the second time that night, your walls pulsing around his cock, milking him. 

Yoongi is undone underneath you, his head is thrown back, throat on full display. He is muttering something about the sweetest pussy ever and wedding rings. And he looks so good that you can't resist laying down on top of him, kissing his neck. “You good, baby boy?” You smile in between kisses.

“I think you did break me,” He mumbles, his hands settling on your hips. Wait a second…

“How did you untie yourself?” You pout, relaxing into Yoongi’s chest as his hands rub your ass.

“Silk is slippery, babe,” You can practically hear his grin, “But not as slippery as your pus—”

“Min Yoongi!” You cry, hopping off of him. He whines as he slips out of you but then licks his lips as he notices his own cum dripping down your legs. 

“Come here,” He crooks a finger at you.

“Make me,” You retort once again, smirking slightly. 

He groans, “I don't think I can even move right now if I wanted to. But come on, sit on my face.”

“Wow, such language!” You slap a hand over your heart, “My delicate ears will never recover!”

“You’re the worst,” Yoongi laughs, easing up to sit. “Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

“Nice,” You nod proudly, “Leave that review on Yelp, please.”

His dark eyes narrow, “Who else is leaving reviews, (y/n)?” 

Laughing, you tug on Yoongi’s discarded t-shirt, “Oh, you know, the rest of my harem of flower boys.”

“What!” Yoongi makes a miraculous recovery as he jumps off the island and tugs you to him, “I’m your flower boy, baby. You’ll never need anyone else.”

Smiling widely up at him, you simply reply, “Okay, bloomer.”

a/n: flower meanings sourced from: The Complete Language of Flowers: A Definitive and Illustrated History by S. Theresa Dietz AND The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh [again, meanings differ depending on the source!)

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