#the complete parallel between my primmy fics and this issac one makes me giggle

[z-shalltear]

it's kimi ! i'm too embarrassed to reveal my personal tumblr from when i was 14 lul >.< anyways ! if ur still accepting then perhaps for issac x sunflower:

‘  our love could make flowers bloom int he dead of winter.  ’

TY KIMI FOR DIS ONE <3 using it to make a quick bday blurb for issac.… - BYE im actually so late with this 😭 i wanna do other stuff with primmy but wanted o finish this first so ive been stalling also my attention span is ass 😋 on day I'll remember to redesign my dividers again

prompt source // ⚠️ requests on hold bc I gotta get through the ones I got

// no CWs this is all fluff ☁️

Issac's cheeks turn as red as you expected them to. You find it as fitting as the countless freckles that dotted his skin, and part of you wanted to reach out and trace them once again. He even lets out a small nervous laugh as he begins to process what you said.

His hands clench around the paper wrapping the bouquet of flowers he held. It was already a very pleasant surprise to receive such a thoughtfully put together bouquet, but the words you uttered afterwards made Issac's vision blur. His heart clenched as he tried to settle the many emotions that made his heart ache. He inspects each flower, trying to stave off the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. It was an odd assortment of sunflowers, orange dahlias, daisies, and forget-me-nots.

You spent countless hours researching, taking notes, and searching multiple flower shops to put it together. You felt a bit sheepish at how haphazard it slightly looked but decided to gift it to Issac anyways before you could regret it.

To Issac, it was perfect, and he wouldn't give it up for the world. He always instinctively hid away how flustered these sorts of things made him, but after spending so much time with you, he was able to bear it at least somewhat. He brings the flowers closer to his face, the mix of scents grounding him even just a little bit.

He sniffles softly, and as you reach out to take his hand he throws his arms around you. He buries his head into your shoulder in a familiar action. The flowers in his hold gently bump against you as he does so.

Issac squeezes you gently. "Thank you... for loving me." His voice cracks in the low whisper he spoke in.

"Hey, I know I was really late but-" You begin, before Issac unexpectedly cut you off.

"It doesn't matter." He insists, nuzzling closer into you. "You're here. That's all that matters to me." Issac seems to steel himself as he continues. "I love you, my Sunflower."

You settle into the hug, gently resting your chin on his shoulder as you rub his back. "Love you too, Issac."

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