#✧2k! blossoming bouquets✦

[hisui-dreamer]

Can I have orange blossoms with jade leech for eternal love and marriage please? Thankyou!

is it love or just really nice flowers?

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: jade likes giving you flowers, it probably doesn't mean anything special though... right?

Tags: fluff, pining, slowish burn, eels are cowards, mentions of marriage, reader likes flowers

Word count: 1.2k+

Notes: thank you for requesting anon!! i had a lot of fun squealing when writing this one hehe

Masterlist

flower of choice: orange blossoms

orange blossoms symbolise eternal love and marriage, and they are often used in wedding ceremonies as symbols of purity and eternal love

You suppose it all started on your first Valentine’s Day in Twisted Wonderland.

As a member of the Mostro Lounge staff, you found yourself amidst the bustling atmosphere of the Mostro Lounge, where Azul's ambitious plans to capitalize on the love-filled holiday were in full swing. The lounge pulsated with the presence of couples occupying every available table.

Soft, dim lighting cast a warm glow over the space, enveloping everything in an air of intimacy and mystery. The gentle hum of conversation and laughter filled the air, mingling with the smooth melodies of jazz music drifting from hidden speakers.

Couples nestled into plush velvet booths, their faces illuminated by the soft light, lost in each other's eyes and whispers. Waiters moved gracefully between tables, delivering trays adorned with exotic beverages and plates of delectable meals, their steps silent against the plush carpeting.

But what caught your eye the most were the bouquets given to significant others, adorning the tables like precious jewels. Each one was a masterpiece in its own right, meticulously selected and arranged to convey the deepest sentiments of adoration.

"It must be nice receiving flowers…" you murmured to yourself, lost in thought.

“You would like to receive flowers?”

You snapped your head around at the sound of Jade's voice, finding him with a curious expression on his face. Surprise flickered in your eyes at his question, but a smile bloomed on your lips as you considered receiving flowers from someone.

“Yeah," you replied, a hint of longing in your voice, "who wouldn't? Receiving gifts makes you feel so appreciated. Plus, who wouldn't be happy looking at something pretty?"

Jade took a moment to mull over your words, his gaze thoughtful. Eventually, he nodded in agreement. "Hmm… I see. That does sound quite lovely," he acknowledged.

The conversation was quickly cut short when new orders and tasks arrived. In the whirlwind of never-ending tasks, the conversation had slipped from your mind almost entirely, until he appeared later that week, returning from a hiking trip with a delightful surprise in tow.

"Here, Prefect," he began, his voice gentle as he produced a bouquet of orange blossoms from behind his back. "These are for you," he offered with a soft smile.

The bouquet was a sight to behold, a delicate ensemble of ivory-hued blooms that exuded an ethereal beauty. Each flower boasted star-shaped petals, arranged in a symmetrical fashion around a central cluster of stamens. These stamens, adorned with tips of yellow to orange hues, stood out like tiny flames amidst the pristine white petals, adding a touch of vibrant colour to the otherwise pure palette. With their intricate details and subtle fragrance, the orange blossoms seemed to radiate a quiet elegance, captivating all who beheld their serene charm.

You couldn't help but notice the faintest flush of pink tinting his ears, and your own heart skipped a beat in response. You were well aware of the symbolism behind orange blossoms—eternal love and marriage. But surely, Jade couldn't mean that, could he?

"You brought these for me?" you asked, a mix of surprise and delight colouring your tone.

Jade nodded, a warmth spreading through him at your delight. "Yes, I thought you might like them," he admitted softly.

As you accepted the bouquet, a rush of emotions flooded over you. The delicate scent of the orange blossoms enveloped you, filling your senses with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. Mesmerized, you found yourself unable to look away from the vibrant blooms, each one a masterpiece of nature, without a single flaw in sight.

Jade's gaze remained fixed on yours, his expression tender and sincere. It was as though he was studying your reaction with unwavering attention, and a flutter of anticipation stirred in your chest at the vulnerability he revealed.

"Thank you, Jade," you said, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity. "These are beautiful."

A relieved smile spread across Jade's face, his eyes alight with a mixture of joy and relief. "I'm glad you like them," he murmured, his voice tinged with warmth.

Though you’re not sure why, Jade had made it a habit to always bring back a bouquet of orange blossoms for you from his hiking trips.

"It doesn't really bother me," he'd say with a closed-eye smile, "since it's on the way."

Each time he presented you with the blooms, your heart fluttered with joy. Yet, you hesitated to believe there were underlying intentions behind his gift. After all, Jade had always been kind to you, and you couldn't fathom the idea of him harbouring romantic feelings.

As the end of his third year at NRC approached, a bittersweet anticipation filled the air. The impending farewell weighed heavy on your heart, mingling with a sense of melancholy. Although Jade promised to visit during breaks and holidays, the thought of no longer seeing him every day stung with loneliness.

Summer break was nearing, and the campus was buzzing with students bidding farewells and exchanging hugs. Amidst the flurry of goodbyes, Jade sought you out, as he always did, with a bouquet of orange blossoms cradled in his arms. His smile was tinged with a hint of sadness as he approached you, and you felt a lump form in your throat at the sight of him.

"These are for you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he handed the flowers to you.

You accepted the bouquet with trembling hands, the weight of the moment settling heavily upon you. The sweet fragrance of the orange blossoms enveloped you like a comforting embrace, but it did little to dispel the sorrow that threatened to consume you.

"Thank you, Jade," you managed to say, your voice choked with emotion.

“I... I don’t wish for this to be the last time I give you flowers,” he confessed softly, his eyes searching yours with earnest sincerity. “Will you really not consider marriage with me?"

A heavy silence hung between you, each moment feeling weighted with unspoken words and unexpressed feelings. Then, Jade reached out to cup your cheek, guiding your gaze to meet his.

Caught off guard by his heartfelt plea, your eyes widened in astonishment. "Jade, I... I never realized... You…"

"But you knew, didn't you? You must have..." Jade's voice trembled with vulnerability. "Every flower, every gesture—it was all for you."

Your mind raced, memories flashing before your eyes like a vivid tapestry woven from moments shared together. Each bouquet, each flower—he had poured his heart into every gesture, his feelings hidden in plain sight all along.

Tears shimmered in your eyes as understanding washed over you like a gentle wave crashing upon the shore. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and you realized the depth of his devotion, the sincerity of his love.

“Yes, Jade," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath but filled with certainty. "Yes, a thousand times, yes."

The next thing you know, his lips are pressed against yours in a tender, passionate embrace. In that fleeting moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the sweetness of his kiss, and the promise of a love that would endure through every trial and triumph.

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[hpcottagecorefest]

HP COTTAGECORE 2023 - MASTERLIST

This has been a wonderful event! Thanks to everyone who participated. 🧺🧺🧺

This is the masterlist post in which all entries submitted across all platforms will be listed.

The AO3 collection will stay open till the end of the year for any late submissions. If you want the blog to reblog your work on Tumblr, please tag @hpcottagecorefest and #hpcottagecorefest2023. 

Moodboards

🖼️ Meadows || Gardening - @givereadersahug / emeraldlove Sirius Black/Severus Snape || Rated G

🖼️ The Herald - @givereadersahug / emeraldlove Harry Potter/Severus Snape || Rated G

Fics

📖 The Cottage in the Woods - @lumosatnight / lumosdrabbles (lumosatnight) Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger || Rated G || 200 words

There is a cottage in the woods just outside of town.

📖 Moonlight - @givereadersahug / emeraldlove Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood || Rated G || 340 words

This year marked their fifth year together, and Hermione already knew what she wanted to surprise Luna with.

📖 Speak Now - @avalynlestrange Draco Malfoy/Reader || Rated NR || <2k words

In which you rudely barge in on a white veil occasion.

📖 Under Our Feet - icefire_eyes23 Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy || Rated M || 4.8k+

Growth may be a natural and essential part of the human condition, but that doesn't mean Hermione Granger has to like it. Harry Potter Cottagecore Fest 2023.

📖 A Walk in the Woods - @thecouchsofa / thecouchsofa Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter || Rated E || 48.2k

After ending up in the Spell Damage Ward at St Mungo’s, Harry is put on mandatory holiday leave. The catch: he has to spend it with Malfoy at his cottage deep in the woods. Harry has no idea why Malfoy agreed to host him, considering he avoided ever being alone in a room with Harry before he left for his sabbatical a year ago. To complicate things, Harry’s enormous longstanding crush hasn’t waned at all in Malfoy’s absence.

Podfics

🎙️ Deadheading the Odd Dahlia by peachpety - Cailynwrites Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter || Rated E || 64 minutes

Harry is content to spend his days at Draco’s flower stall at the farmers market, burying his true feelings in artisanal coffee and rose bouquets. When forced to find new lodgings, he accepts Draco’s offer to live in a cottage at Malfoy Manor, and his long-hidden crush blossoms out of control. Turns out, proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

🎙️  Oh Your Love Is Sunlight by B1ackCatChatsBack - Cailynwrites Sirius Black/Remus Lupin || Rated E || 353 minutes

“James texted about an hour ago,” he called after Remus as he used his phone as a torch to get to the kitchen and dug out the bees-wax candles he stored there for emergencies, “Apparently there’s a weather warning ... says he won’t expect me home until tomorrow and asks if you could leave a bowl of water and a newspaper on the floor in the kitchen for me,” he finished, voice shaking with humour Remus snorted “I’m sure we can come to an arrangement,” he teased as he returned. “If I’m very good, can I sleep on the bed?” came Sirius’s reply, “I promise not to lick you awake at ungodly hours of the night,” he finished with a smirk lit by his phone as Remus re-entered the room by the light of a lit candle. “Now that’s not a promise I can let you keep, Darling,” he purred as he placed the candle on the nightstand and clambered onto the bed quicker than he’d done anything else in his life. OR Sirius is stuck in a rut - in a job that he hates without any time to pursue his real passion in the aftermath of a toxic relationship - and goes to visit his friends on the rural coast and finds much more than he bargained for - and maybe exactly what he needs.

🎙️ Silver lime and Thestral hair by gnarf - Cailynwrites Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter || Rated T || 39 minutes

The war had damaged Harry, something that had become very clear once he had started his Auror training. He had to hand in his robes after only three months. He just couldn't do it. So, when Hermione burst into his flat, a letter in her hands about a vacancy for an apprentice, Harry suddenly found himself in front of Ollivander's, nerves on edge, while trying to talk himself into just reaching for the door.

🎙️ The Art of Seduction: Kidnapping and Hypothermia by ChaosAndCrumpets - Cailynwrites Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy || Rated E || 73 minutes

Hermione Granger's battered old Ford Fiesta is not built for snowstorms. It's a good thing there's a flannel-clad tractor driver to come to her rescue. Or is it?

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2022.09.06

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. in a small dark space by @dracopetal [T, 2k]

►Draco was afraid of fire after the war.

2. The Last Coffee by @kbrick [M, 6k]

►If Harry had known it was the last time, would he have done it differently?

3. Look Away by @steampunkserpent27 [M, 2k]

►Harry struggles with insecurity about the way his body looks and goes to the Prefect's bathroom to take a bath, hoping to escape the rest of the students. Which is where Draco finds him.

4. Loves Across Shades of Green by stationightly [T, 13k]

►Draco Malfoy picks up the pieces of his life after a turning point upended his journey towards his idea of a picture-perfect world.

5. Out of Sight, Under My Skin by @t4tdrarry [T, 6k]

►Draco hasn’t seen Potter since he fucked off to Merlin knows where after the war, but now he’s back and hotter than ever! Fit, tattooed, and gorgeous, Draco is forced to confront his unfortunate long-standing attraction to the git while also coming to terms with things long left unfaced. If only he could string together a coherent enough thought to have Potter help with that.

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Fest/Exchange

1. ...And They Were Co-Teachers by @goblinmatriarch [T, 31k]

►Ten years after the war, Harry leads a contented life teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, with a collection of fellow new teachers keen to make some changes. When Draco Malfoy temporarily joins the staff while he finishes his Potions mastery, Harry is worried his contentment will be short-lived. ★ Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022 | @harrydracobang

2. Deadheading the Odd Dahlia by @peachpety [E, 8k]

►Harry is content to spend his days at Draco’s flower stall at the farmers market, burying his true feelings in artisanal coffee and rose bouquets. When forced to find new lodgings, he accepts Draco’s offer to live in a cottage at Malfoy Manor, and his long-hidden crush blossoms out of control. Turns out, proximity makes the heart grow fonder. ★ Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022 | @harrydracobang

3. Think Of Me Fondly by Anonymous [E, 3k]

►He spends his nights wrapped around Ginny. But the mornings, the mornings are for Draco. ★ HP Drizzle Fest 2022 | @hpdrizzle

[the-blind-assassin-12]

First Taste

June Drabbles 2022 Day 3 - Fruit Stand 

A/N: I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this list by @creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - This one immediately brought the Prince of Dorne to mind. It’s not connected to The Viper & the Wild Thing or Aphelion... but it is sort of connected to this one shot I wrote about you and Oberyn and the blood oranges. 

Word Count: 1,005 

Warnings: None really. Implied smut and one (1) solo swear word but otherwise exceptionally tame for Oberyn 

Summary: Oberyn makes a special trip to the marketplace in search of something specifically for you, only to realize that he will get to reap the benefit of your gift, too. 

The open air market on the outskirts of Sunspear had always been one of Oberyn’s favorite places in Dorne. Because it is always so… alive. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he closed his eyes and let a slow, easy grin spread across his lips. The aroma of rich spices and herbal oils swirled through the hot, Dornish air to mix with sweet fruits, floral perfumes, and the pungent smell of still sizzling, just cooked meat. Always so enticing. 

Under the hot sun, the bouquet of scents seemed to blossom even more vibrantly, and he hummed contentedly. As he opened his eyes again he noted that the same was true about the colorful tents that covered the stalls, their awnings appearing even more bright in the unfiltered sunlight. The shouts of vendors and their customers haggling over prices, the clang of hammered copper, and the whimsical trill of lyre strings filled his ears more fully with every step he took, and it would be easy to follow the music of the market to every last one of the makeshift shops that sprawled through the streets to form a small city of their own. 

Allowing himself to become lost in the sights and sensations around him was his preferred method when browsing the various stalls. Tasting, touching, taking close looks at small details. That was how he was always able to find perfect gifts for his daughters and for Ellaria - by letting the allure of the mysterious, the exotic and the unfamiliar lead him. And it is always interesting, seeing what I find. 

On this trip however, Oberyn knew exactly what he was there for. Striding through the rows of tables and stands with purpose, he scanned the piles of finely ground powders, the heaps of shelled nuts and the bolts of embroidered silks, eyes peeled for one specific vendor. He is usually near the - Tipping his chin back so that he could see over a stack of painted pottery, he found his mark, one eyebrow arching high in triumph as he found the stall he was looking for. Yes, there he is, near the wine merchant. 

Waiting for a cart carrying leather goods to pass in front of him, Oberyn crossed to the opposite side, heading straight for the bright red tent and the meticulously stacked pyramids of pears, persimmons and other fruits. It was one that he frequented often, typically stopping there last to pick up fresh berries or bunches of sweet grapes to snack on as he returned home. But he had made visiting this stall in particular his only priority this time, planning his purchase a few nights before as a direct result of something that you said. Because I could not believe that she never… 

He had been telling you about the time he used the pit of a black plum from Yunkai to poison an enemy, the two of you laying draped over one another, lazily tracing patterns on each other’s still bared skin when you asked him to tell you a story. 

“The flesh of the fruit is juicy and sweet,” he stroked the inside of your thigh with the backs of his knuckles as he spoke. “But the casing around the pit is toxic.” His eyes flashed as he flipped his fingers over to squeeze your leg, drawing a hum and a honeyed smile from you. “I ate half of the plum in slices from my own knife right in front of him to trick him into trusting that it was safe.” He inched his fingers further up your leg, letting them caress the crease where it met your hip and delighting in the way the change in his touch made your chest expand. “But when I cut the piece that I offered to him,” - his grin grew mischievous and his eyes darkened as he lightly scratched his fingernails back down the meat of your thigh - “I used my blade to scrape the outside of the pit first. And because the toxin does not have a flavor, all he tasted before he met his fate was the delicious red juice of the plum.” 

“A cunning move fit for a viper, my Prince.” You sighed as he chuckled, letting his touch rove up and over your abdomen. You hummed dreamily then, eyes falling closed as he continued to trail his fingertips over your body. “What do they taste like, Oberyn? I don’t think I’ve ever had a plum.” 

His hand stilled and spread where it rested against your stomach. “What? Never?” 

It was your turn to laugh, a small bubbling giggle trickling from your lips. “My family are orange growers.” You shook your head, carding your fingers through his hair and scrunching your nose. “We always had plenty of oranges, and there were bramble berries that grew wild near my grandmother’s home so I’ve had those before, but I…” You shrugged as Oberyn sat up. “There are a lot of things I’ve never tried.” 

“Well that is something I will change.” He felt your sudden intake of breath as his thumb brushed over the fullness of your lips. “You should have the pleasure of tasting all that this world has to offer.” Leaning forward, he spoke his next words into your ear. “And then I can have the pleasure of cleaning the juice from your lips.”  

As he placed his order with the vendor and handed over the necessary coin, Oberyn felt his heart rate quicken and his mouth water as he imagined tasting the dark red juice of the deep purple plums directly from your tongue, licking the sticky remnants of it from your fingers and wrists and wherever else it dripped. Seven fucking hells. Suppressing a groan, he thanked the man and turned on his heel, leaving the market as quickly as he ever had, heading directly for the groves to find you, the thrill of knowing that he would be the first one to taste plums from your lips urging him to move with even more speed. 

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[fangirlovestuff]

for your celebration could i please ask for 🌷 with steve rogers + spring! lol i hope i did that right 😅

congratulations again on 2k!! <3

a/n - hello, thank you so much my dear!! i'm so happy you're celebrating with me, and you absolutely did it correctly:) spring is my fav season so this was such a fun drabble to write, i really hope you like it<3

Steve loved being with you all year round. He loved the enthusiasm you had for Halloween, and the constant smell of pumpkins and cinnamon engulfing your home every autumn. He loved going to beaches with you in the summer, and the way you'd always insist he put on sunscreen. He even like the way you'd put your freezing legs on his in winter, because you'd cuddle up next to him and cover you two in a big, fluffy blanket.

But there was something so special about you in the spring. It's always as if spring awakens something in you, an excitement so palpable you managed to wrap him in it as well. The weather's nice, and you take him on walks in nature, or for picnics.

"I think you were probably like, a forest nymph in your previous life," Steve said amusedly, watching as you sat cross-legged on the checkered blanket weaving flowers together.

"What?" you raised your head, his words clearly having broken your concentration. "Oh," you registered his words with a smile, "I don't think I was."

"Fine. Then maybe you were one of these small fairies who live inside flowers."

You gasped exaggeratedly. "You think these flowers," you lifted your handful of flowers, "could be little fairies' homes?"

"They probably are," he nodded solemnly. "you're probably holding the equivalent of billions of dollars in real estate in your hands right now."

"I think flowers do make me rich, in a way," you smiled, not looking at him as you continued to weave the flowers together. "I think flowers give us color. They also give us emotions. Like did you know there's a whole language of flowers?" you asked excitedly, lifting your eyes only to find him staring at you smugly.

"Not like they talk to each other or something," you rolled your eyes, "but like, people used to use certain flowers to send messages to one another. Isn't it beautiful? Even if the message wasn't that great, there'd still be a good side to the coin."

"Really," he leaned towards you, "so what are those flowers telling you?"

You quickly finished up the flower crown and put it on his head. "These say 'I hate you' in flower, I'm pretty sure," you teased, which resulted in Steve tackling you back onto the picnic blanket, knocking your own flower crown off in the process.

For all your banter, Steve really did mean what he said. There was something freer about you in spring, your smile was easier, there was… a spring in your step, if you will. Your admiration of the blossoming nature around you made you blossom right in front of his eyes.

Which is why, about a week later, you received a bouquet. Curiously, you signed off on it to the delivery person before reading the note attached:

Calla lilies = beauty

Forget-me-nots = true love's memory

Blue Salvias = I think of you

S ❤️

Maybe you were a flower fairy in a previous life, because the flowers made your heart soar. Or maybe, and the likelier explanation is, it's just… Steve.

[ssahotstuff]

Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl Reader PART 19

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Warnings: cursing maybe? This chapter is leading up to some big things y’all! Also, there’s a time gap. It’s been an entire year 🥹 alcohol consumption, briefly

Many many sunrises later

"Hotch, turn on your tv. Channel 54."

"The cooking channel? No."

I refused to watch anything to do with cooking shows since she'd left. I let my television schedule return to normal. Absolutely minimal unless Jack wanted to watch something.

"I'm serious. You'll thank me later."

Dave was already ending the call, so I humored him, flipping to the forbidden channel to take a small peek at whatever Dave wanted me to see.

"We're here at The Pink Palace, the bed and breakfast hotspot of the summer! This place has it all, folks! A spa on site, complete with hot tubs, pools, and a gym which is all available to use during your stay."

There was a montage of scenery, from a spiral garden maze to the massive spa with a public and private pool, Y/n's house was hardly recognizable.

"That's right, we're here with the owner who is completely booked for the summer season, but the restaurant here is open to the public year round. Let's take a look at some of the summer specials coming up for the season!"

And there she was, tan and glowing, doing an interview like she'd been coached to perfection. I couldn't believe my eyes. In a years time, she'd completely flipped her life around. I was calling Dave back, dumbfounded.

"Did you know?"

"I helped with the menu, Hotch."

I shook my head, rummaging through my closet for something nicer than usual to wear.

"Want to catch dinner there tonight?"

He chuckled, silence filling the line as he contemplated my offer.

"I suppose I could call and see if she has a table for 2 available for 6."

3 hours. I could wait three hours.

I hadn't seen her since that morning at the hotel. Sure, Penelope mentioned her sometimes, but she offered no real details about the last year of her absence.

"What should I wear?"

"She was expecting this, you know." Rossi's voice cut through my reminiscent thoughts, and I should have known. I hadn't moved on. I wouldn't. She was it for me, and when she left, I returned to my shell.

She blossomed without me. She found her whole life in a year, who she wanted to be and what she wanted to do. I was curious as to when she made the decision, and why. Honestly, I just wanted a glimpse of who she was in real life now, and not on the goddamn television.

"I'll be ready at 5."

"We can take a tour of the place. I know the owner."

✨✨✨

"I asked for peonies, Clarice. Why are you in my face with lillies?"

Clarice had a permanent scowl on her face as she buzzed around the dining room, trying tirelessly to swap bouquets around as you made your annoyance known. You wanted opening night to be perfect. After the camera crews left for the day, you did a quick outfit change; a deep cut baby pink dress with big puffy sleeves and matching pink shoes. It was the same color as the house, and the flowers you'd ordered specifically for this occasion.

"They delivered these too. What do I do with them, dear? Send them to the spa? It could use some sprucing," she said optimistically, waiting for your approval. You told her whatever she wanted to do was fine and took a peek at the crowd forming outside the restaurant. They were mostly reporters, all waiting on the cutting of the ceremonial ribbon for photos to commemorate your little slice of Victorian history that would now live on forever.

Who you had hoped to see in the crowd was waiting patiently with Dave, and that made your heart skip a beat before you composed yourself. It had only been a year, but you promised yourself if he showed up wanting to talk, you would listen.

"4:55, dear. Want to head out there? You'll do wonderful, I just know it."

Your relationship with Clarice had taken a dramatic turn since you started the Pink Palace. Now that your life had direction, without your internet career to keep her bitter, she was much more tolerable. In fact, she'd been your number one supporter throughout the entire process, helping you with permits, contracts, and interior decoration.

"I'm heading that way. Wish me luck."

"I would, but you don't need it."

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Her dress fit her body like it was tailored just for her. She hadn't changed much in a years time, but the subtle differences were there. Her hair was a bit longer, skin shiner from the glow of the radiant sun. She looked like she hadn't missed a sunrise in her life.

She kept her speech short and sweet before cutting the pink ribbon and letting in the horde that had gathered out front. Once she had the line and host stand situated and flowing smoothly, she was making her way towards Dave and me.

"I'm glad you guys could come," she sounded genuinely happy to see us, and I was overjoyed to see her. It had been too long. After she left, she'd changed her phone number, any trace of her was gone and I had no one to blame but myself. I didn't even see her moving her stuff. It was like one day she was in my bed and then poof—gone. I spent the first week so drunk I couldn't walk, canceling plans and reservations I'd made for us when reality set in that she was, in fact, gone. I knew I deserved to feel like shit; it was a more than massive lie. But with her here now, smiling at me like she wanted to reach out and hug me, I felt a strange shift in the universe.

"This is all incredible. You've done an amazing job," I told her, my cheeks sore from the dopey grin I wore. The harder I smiled, the more she turned her body towards me and away from the crowd.

"Thank you. Dave helped. Clarice and a team of others too. Denise handles all of my public appearances, so there's a lot of credit due," she replied, cheeks heating up at my words. Cute girl. She was blushing like crazy.

"Don't be so humble. Her mansion is right across the field from mine," Dave bragged about his new neighbor and she rolled her eyes playfully, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Mine isn't nearly as impressive, and I have Clarice to thank. It was a gift for getting my business degree. I actually had the business license and the permits before I had the degree, but I managed to get it in like, ten months."

She'd been on a roll since she left, and I couldn't have been more proud of her. She was the true definition of success and it quite literally dripped from her aura.

"I told you, when you decide what you want, it'll all fall into place."

She nodded at Dave's statement before she directed her attention towards me.

"Come find me after dinner and I'll give you guys a tour," she said, giving us a small wave as Clarice pulled her towards a flock of reporters. We were seated and I marveled over it all, sitting down and letting the reality sink in that she'd made all of this possible.

"She's incredible," I muttered, watching her answer question after question, a dazzling smile never leaving her face. Occasionally she'd glance in my direction and I let her catch me staring. I wanted her to know everyone, including me, thought she was the star of the show. I couldn't take my eyes off her, gravitating towards her throughout the duration of our meal. No matter how interesting the conversation with Dave was, I'd spot her in the crowd and like a magnet, I'd get stuck on watching her.

"Well, that was exquisite. But I'm skipping the tour. I think you two have a lot could catch up on."

He paid the tab and I sat for a moment before going to the bar, grabbing two glasses of her favorite wine and taking one last deep breath. I knew exactly where she was, and she'd just excused herself from the conversation she was in as if she had been waiting for me all along. I wasn't sure what to expect from her; she clearly wanted to see me on what was am enormous night for her career, and that was special.

If she planned to be rude, reject me again, the smile on her face as I made my way to her gave no indication. It was like no time had passed, and my tunnel vision was blinding as her satin dress clung to her body gorgeously.

"Hi," I barely heard her over the chatter of the full dining room, everyone laughing, enjoying the one of a kind experience she had to offer. She accepted my glass gratefully, clinking her own against mine before she took a satisfying sip.

"Hi."

Just like that, I didn't know what to say. She sucked the wind out of me and all of my vocabulary along with it. Everything came rushing back all at once, the nostalgia enough to nearly knock me over. I knew she felt it too by the way she clutched her glass with both hands, as if to ground herself. Gravity had a way of pulling and tugging us back together, and I prayed that was the direction gravity had planned for us.

"Now that you're here, I'm not sure what to say, Aaron."

I nodded, taking another sip of my wine. I was nervous, terrified. My brain was buzzing with a million racing thoughts. I wanted to apologize but I didn't want to dampen her evening with sadness. I wanted the entire night to be about the recognition she deserved.

"We don't have to talk about anything. But I would like a tour, if the offer is still open."

She nodded, offering me her arm. I hooked mine through it and let her show me everything, from the garden that they used for the dishes in the restaurant to the massive spa and the areas she hoped to expand on. She showed me blueprints and schematics in her bright pink office, and let me see the entire bed and breakfast. Each room was completely unique, offering an individual experience every time you stayed. She had plans to expand it too; eventually turning into a hotel that could accommodate up to 300 people comfortably. Clarice would call her if any issues arose, but the night had went smooth and mostly quiet. It was nearly time for the sun to set. We could see it through the giant bay window in her office.

"How does it feel to have a segment right before James Ricci?"

"He, uh... He came here, actually. Last week. Dave and I finalized the menu Monday and he helped."

I'm sure I looked as stunned as I felt. She'd managed to get everything she ever wanted and I missed it all.

"How was it? How did you feel for your childhood favorite to be in your own restaurant?"

She was leaning on the edge of her desk and I was right in front of her, staring up at her like a lovestruck fool.

"You were the first person I wanted to call and tell about it. But it's been a long time. I didn't want to just call—"

"You can though, you can call me whenever you feel like it. I've gotten a lot better about answering the phone."

She gave me a sad, soft smile before releasing a shaky breath.

"I didn't think I'd have to do this because I didn't think you would come. I promised myself if you showed up, we would talk—if you want to talk to me."

"You want to talk to me about something else?"

She nodded, her lip pulled between her teeth in frustration. It shouldn't have been so erotic to me, but it was.

"I do. But not here. Do you have plans later? I have to make sure everything goes as planned here tonight but if you'll be up later..."

I'd be around at 2 AM if that's when she wanted me to meet with her.

"Just tell me when and where."

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Flower Shop Masterlist

Baby I'll Never Leave If You Keep Holding Me This Way (ao3) - FayeHunter Michael/Calum T, 1k

Summary: Calum stops by the flower shop to pick up Michael for date night.

bloom (ao3) - calumhood (orphan_account) Calum/Ashton G, 2k

Summary: calum is too nervous to talk to the beautiful guy behind the flower shop counter.

Bloom (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) Luke/Calum NR, 5k 

Summary: Luke is in desperate need of someone saving his relationship, and Calum tries to without falling for him. 2+1: Two times Luke leaves Calum for what seems like forever — and one time he stays.

Basically Calum unconsciously making Luke fall for him with flowers.

Daydreams (ao3) - @daydadahlias cornflowerblue (daydadahlias) Michael/Ashton, Luke/Calum T, 6k

Summary: It's not Michael's fault the owner of Fletcher's Flowers is so good-looking. And no one—Luke—should be able to blame him for wanting to come to the shop and admire the pretty buff man with large delicate hands as he assembles bouquets or pets his cat.

Floral Tattoos. (ao3) - orphan_account Calum/Ashton, Michael/Luke G, 8k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is a nerdy, quiet florist who is content to be alone. But when the vacant shop at the end of the strip mall is suddenly occupied, he can't help himself. Even if tattoo parlors are scary, the artists turn out to be pretty cool.

i bloom for you (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor Luke/Calum, Michael/Ashton T, 2k

Summary: Calum storms into Luke and Ashton's flower shop one day, demanding 'fuck you' flowers to get back at his best friend.

I'm over all the small talk (ao3) - cantgetback (irrlichter) Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton G, 2k

Summary: Luke owns a small flower shop. Michael is fed up with his boyfriend. Sometimes, you just meet the right people.

Of Flowers and Tattoos (ao3) - elivigar Michael/Calum G, 2k

Summary: In which Calum is a florist and Michael is a tattoo artist, and their paths cross.

Roses Are Red (ao3) - mukeclemmings Luke/Calum T, 5k

Summary: Ashton and Luke open a flower shop next door to a tattoo parlor, and relationships blossom (quite literally).

you tend to the garden, I'll trim the weeds (ao3) - calumsbf (selvish) Michael/Luke G, 799

Summary: Michael always looks at Luke, and one day Luke looks back.

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Flower Shop AU Masterlist

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Aloe You Vera Much (ao3) - mollus steve/bucky N/R, 2k

Summary: Revenge is a dish best served... flowery?

A tattoo shop AU/flower shop AU crossover drabble with added fluff and humour.

A Very Good Place to Start (ao3) - Ribbonsflying steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: Bucky arrives at Steve's flower shop in a nervous panic to buy flowers for his brand new niece.

Believe Me, I Love You (ao3) - WhenInDoubtSleep steve/bucky N/R, 2k

Summary: When Steve Rogers stumbles into veteran Bucky Barnes' flower shop, he doesn't expect to meet the love of his life (who may or may not be a green witch)

This is just tooth-rotting fluff.

Camellias, Forsythias, Orange and Lavender Roses, and White Violets (ao3) - Ralkana clint/phil T, 4k

Summary: It was just a regular day in Clint's shop, and a flirty encounter with a handsome customer.

Now, how can Clint make sure it happens again?

flowers upon the soul (ao3) - halfwheeze bruce/bucky G, 1k

Summary: “If I wanted to give someone a bouquet of flowers to apologize for being the worst big brother in the world, what would you recommend?”

Bucky runs full tilt into a flower shop, and he may just fall on the way in.

In Bloom (ao3) - CloudAtlas bucky/natasha, bucky/clint/natasha T, 3k

Summary: “Quit your grouching, Barnes,” Natasha says, elbowing him in the side. “We’re here.”

Here is Violet Tendencies, a garishly painted building in Bed-Stuy which by rights shouldn’t contain the best (and hottest) florist in New York, but somehow does anyway.

In Which Clint Owns a Flower* Shop (ao3) - DoctorTrekLock clint/phil G, 1k

Summary: “Your dreamboat’s here,” Natasha told Clint with amusement as she walked past him on her way to the storeroom.

“Who?” Clint asked reflexively. Then his eyes widened in realization. “Oh shit, really?” He started brushing off his apron, hoping he looked passable. “You’re sure it’s him?”

Natasha was standing by the entrance to the storeroom, shoulder braced against the wall. She was laughing at him, he could tell, but in her Russian sort of way which meant the whole thing was conveyed in microexpressions.

“You waxed poetic about his eyes for quite some time, yastrebka.” Her smile was indulgent. “Also, he asked for you.”

Language of the Flowers (ao3) - latinacap steve/bucky N/R, 3k

Summary: Every day, like clockwork, Steve walks in with five dollars and buys a single flowers

And gives it to Bucky

Lime Blossoms (ao3) - hawksonfire bucky/clint G, 5k

Summary: Bucky runs a flower shop. KaBloom is his pride and joy. He's not expecting to fall for the hot tattoo artist at the new tattoo place next door, but Bucky figures he can just shove acacias and daffodils at the Hot New Guy until Bucky gets over him.

On Wings of Ink and Petals (ao3) - butterflyslinky, watcherofworlds wanda/sam T, 10k

Summary: Sam Wilson runs a flower shop and volunteers at the VA in his spare time, living out his days in peaceful solitude. Then comes the day Wanda and Pietro Maximoff open up a tattoo parlor next door to his flower shop. With her borderline goth manner of dress and her bold personality, Wanda shakes up Sam's quiet world, and as they get to know each other, Sam finds himself falling for her.

Passive-Aggressive Flowers (ao3) - Crystalline_Witch bucky/clint T, 967

Summary: Bucky thought he'd seen everything until one day, a man named Clint Barton walks into the shop he works at and asks "How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?"

S2- Petal to the Metal (ao3) - thudworm clint/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony loved his job running his own flower shop. He really did. But there were times it took its toll, like today. It was hard not to let the constant stream of happily-in-love customers remind him of what he didn’t have. Doubly so after the sting of being rejected, sight unseen.

Small Business Saturday (ao3) - Oddree13 steve/bucky G, 15k

Summary: Steve is a tattoo artist who lives above his shop. Bucky is a florist who lives above his. I wanted an excuse to make a flower shop AU where the store is called the Hydrangea because puns!

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow (ao3) - spectralarchers clint/natasha G, 7k

Summary: Fill for the prompt of Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor with Natasha as the tattoo artist and Clint as the florist:

Clint Barton is a veteran with hearing loss who has opened a flower shop opposite the street of an existing tattoo parlor, owned by former Olympic skater Natasha Romanoff. The issue with it is that although he likes Natasha, he can't stand needles. What will happen when he finally sets foot inside the tattoo parlor?

Succulent Therapy (ao3) - howdoyou_write steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a veteran who runs a flower shop. Steve Rogers walks in one day.

Things spiral from there.

Sunflowers for the sun in my life (ao3) - Windfighter steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Tony works under Nick in a flower shop. It’s great, especially when Hot Stuff comes in and Tony gets an opportunity to train his flirting skills.

Until the Last Rose (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe bucky/sam T, 7k

Summary: Flower shop owner Sam Wilson meets chaotic and chronic holiday flower buyer Bucky Barnes

[syddsatyrn]

Violets for V-day

☆Pairing: - Vi x Fem!Reader

☆Warnings: Smut, fluff, oral sex, swearing, 18+

☆Words: 2k

☆Summary: Vi wants to spoil you for Valentines day. The day takes a surprising turn when you find out Vi has a soft side. ☆Notes: Happy Valentines day, my lovely followers. <3 Enjoy a short One-shot with a subby Vi.

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Daylight seeped through the blinds and you can hear the faint sound of cars in the distance. A large white comforter is covering your body, shielding you from the world of the living. You groan and stir a little. You’re not ready to leave the comfort of your bed. You're not even sure what time it is, either way it's too early.

Vi fumbles with her keys at your front door. Trying her hardest not to wake you. She opens the door and shuts it softly. Your bedroom door is closed, Vi sighs in relief while setting the bag on the counter.

She places a bouquet of red roses in a vase you frequently leave on the counter. She added a little water to the vase and set a heart shaped box of chocolates next to the delicate flowers. She slipped something in her back pocket and pulled out a few grocery items to make breakfast.

Vi begins mixing pancake batter and places strips of bacon on a pan. Vi loves to cook, it's something she's enjoyed since she was a kid. The misfit grew up taking care of siblings so she had to learn some cooking skills. But she mostly liked cooking for you and making you smile.

You rolled over and figured it was time to get up considering you're having trouble falling back asleep. You decide to get up and take a shower. You lazily roll out of bed and remove your sleep clothes right outside the bathroom connected to your room.

I'm your sleepy state, you had no idea Vi was on the other side of the apartment making breakfast. Your foggy brain wasn't paying much attention to anything else except waking up. Once you get into the shower and feel the warm water against your skin, you feel just a little more alert.

Vi hears the shower kick on and thinks to herself, this is my chance! She opens the door to your room and snags your robe and a clean towel to place into the dryer. She quickly walked back into the kitchen to turn off the burners and plate the food.

You massage your scalp with shampoo and rinse, you inhale the sweet scent of cherry blossoms. But another savory scent interrupts the flowery soap. Do I smell bacon? You finish up and push the shower curtain to one side. To your surprise, you see your pink haired misfit standing in the doorway. She's holding your robe and a towel, with a signature smirk.

"Hey, hot stuff." she says and looks you up and down. You step out of the shower, a pink tint forming in your face.

"H-hey! What are you doing here so early?" You ask, happy to see your girlfriend. She wraps the warm towel around you and kisses your forehead.

"I couldn't wait to spend Valentine's day with my favorite person." She says sweetly. You dry yourself off the rest of the way and smile as she helps you into the warm, cotton robe.

"You're so sweet." You compliment and wrap your arms around her neck. Vi leans forward and lovingly kisses your lips. You return the kiss and her hands wander down to your hips.

She breaks away and scatters kisses all over your face. "I made you breakfast." She whispers in your ear.

"God, can I just marry you already?" You tease. Vi chuckles and leads you to the kitchen. The first thing you see is the beautiful red flowers and sweets she laid out for you.

"Oh, Vi…" You say softly. She turns around to gauge your reaction and she notices tears in the corners of your eyes.

"Wha- don't cry!" Vi frantically asks while enveloping you in her strong arms.

"Nothing! These are happy tears. You are so thoughtful. I just adore you." You say into her shoulder and squeeze her. “Only the best for my Y/n.” She says and kisses the top of your head. Vi leads you to the couch and retrieves your plate and a cup of coffee. The pancakes are fluffy and everything tastes exactly how you like it. Vi had already eaten most of her breakfast while cooking, something she frequently does. “Good?” She asks and you nod in response. She takes your plate to the kitchen and sets it in the sink.

You take another sip of your coffee and admire your caring girlfriend's face. The freckles scattered across her cheeks, the tattoo under her eye, her nose ring. You think to yourself how lucky you are to have such an affectionate and attractive partner.

Vi walks back over to the couch and gets on her knees in front of you. You meet her gaze and she smiles. “Close your eyes.” She says and you comply. She pulls out a small, flat box from her back pocket and removes the top. “Okay, you can open ‘em.” She says proudly. Inside the box was a red, oval, gemstone necklace with a silver chain. The facets were silver as well. You place your hands over your mouth and your eyes widen. Vi grins at your reaction, she put a lot of thought into this. You finally remove your hands and look back into her eyes. “This is gorgeous, Vi. You really didn’t hav-” You begin to say but Vi cuts you off. “I wanted to. Because you’re the most important person to me, and I want to show you that.” She says while placing one hand on your knee. “I love it so much, thank you darling.” You say while leading forward to wrap your arms around her neck. “You are the most important person in my life as well.” You reply with a kiss to her forehead, Vi’s face turns a little red. You run your fingers through her soft pink hair and she leans into your hand. “Can I put it on for you?” She asks. You nod and move all your hair to one side, exposing the back of your neck. Vi stands up and removes the necklace from its display box. She unclasps it and leans forward, towering over you. She gently fastens the chain around your neck. The way she smells is intoxicating, like cedarwood and myrrh. Your biggest weakness is the ongoing smirk she wears often. “I knew this would look nice on you.” The pink haired woman said softly. You take Vi’s hand and slowly stand up. You lead her into your room and face the standing mirror leaning against the wall. You adjust the silver chain and stand in awe of how well it compliments your skin. You turn and place your hands on her chest and connect your lips with hers. Vi wraps her arms around your waist as she raises her eyebrows. She hums into your mouth when she realizes the direction you're going. You both break away just a moment for air. “You’ve done so much, maybe I could help you relax a little?” You say, just loud enough for her to hear. You kiss her cheek and trail kisses down her neck. “I like where this is going…” Vi manages to say, almost speechless. As your lips meet once more, your hands start to wander down her abdomen. You locate her belt and eagerly unfasten it along with the button on her pants. Vi licks your bottom lip and you allow her access to explore your mouth. Vi crosses her arms and removes her shirt and sports bra. Before you know it, your robe is on the floor with Vi’s pants and boxers. You push Vi back onto the bed, straddle her and place open mouthed kisses down her jaw line. After placing one leg between hers, you add some pressure with your thigh and her breath hitched. Your hand gropes her chest as your kisses and soft bites progress lower and lower down her chest. Your lips wrap around her nipple and she groans while grabbing a handful of your hair. You give the other nipple the same attention. Grazing your teeth against the sensitive area, then flicking her nipple with your tongue. You watch as Vi unravels before you and you haven't even started. You begin grinding your thigh, feeling her juices leak onto your skin. “Mmm...You're so turned on.” You coo and giggle. Vi’s face turns an even darker shade of pink. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You say coyly in her ear and you can see Vi nervously swallow. You lift yourself off of her and kneel between her legs on the floor. You’ve become somewhat impatient, the noises she makes fuel your actions. While scattering open mouthed kisses and small bites on the inside of her thighs, she throws her head back. “P-please!” Vi pleads and you smirk and cock your head. “Please what? Tell me what you want, baby.” Vi hesitates because you've managed to somehow gain dominance and she's not used to this side of you yet. Her body is trembling and Vi cant take it anymore. “Please Fuck me, Y/n.” She says with her hands clutching the sheets. “You are so cute when you're worked up.” You say

with a giggle. You insert one finger gently, then a second one inside her. The pink haired woman gasps and her back arches. You start out slow, gently sliding your fingers in and out. Her body was begging for more while a small moan escaped her mouth. You take pity on her and slip your tongue between her folds. She moans your name and you can visually see her lose control. You alternate between flicking your tongue and massaging her clit. You're having the time of your life watching her chest heave and her body squirm. Your fingers pump in and out a little faster, feeling her walls start to clench around them.

With your free hand your reach for her clenching fist full of bed sheets. She releases the fabric and laces her fingers with yours. She gives you a squeeze when you add more pressure with your tongue. You could tell she is close, her desperate moans give it away. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” Vi utters between breaths. You flatten your tongue and send her over the edge. “Ah! Y/N.” She moans once more and her walls grip your fingers. Her back arches once more. Pleased with her reactions, you help her ride out the high. When she begins to shake and her legs close round your head, you know Vi has become too sensitive and can't bear it anymore. You reluctantly remove your fingers and wipe your face on your forearm. You let go of her hand and crawl back on top of the bed, resting on your side. You lean in close, kiss her cheek and whisper, “ You did such a good job for me.” You brush pink strands of hair away from her flushed face. “Happy Valentine's day, cutie.” You say with a cocky grin. Vi smiles and pulls you in for a quick kiss and nestles her face in the crook of your neck. You run your fingers through her hair and trace your fingertips down her neck and shoulder. She holds you close, still shaking. Violet seems to be feeling needy and you are happy to oblige. You lay there with her for a little, caressing her skin, giving her time to come back down to earth. “Do you wanna watch a movie and cuddle with me in bed?” You finally ask. She nods, her face still hidden in your shoulder. Seeing this soft side of Vi was something else. You had no idea she could be like this. You both clean up and put on some comfy clothes. Vi throws on her shirt and boxers, then crawls under your duvet. You smile, get into bed and get situated. Vi’s head pops out from under the covers and she slips an arm around you. She rests her head on your chest and you wrap an arm around her shoulders. Maybe Valentine’s day isn't so bad when you're spending it with someone important to you. There’s nothing more you’d rather do than have a lazy day in her arms.

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The More Loving One

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Summary: Professor Reid finds himself falling for a student. 

A/N: This fic is based on this request. I changed a few things up, but I hope you like the finished product!

Long time, no see! It seems like forever since I got to sit down and just enjoy writing something. And enjoy this, I did. I approached this one a bit differently than I usually do, but I like how it turned out none the less. I hope you all enjoy my take on the Professor Reid arc. The first poem I use in this fic is titled The More Loving One by W.H. Auden, and the second is from a collection of Perry poetry.

Also, I recently hit 2k followers, which is absolutely unbelievable. I can’t even begin to explain how thankful I am for each and every one of you. This fic is my love letter to you. Thank you all so much. 

Pairing: Professor!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: a few swear words maybe?, teacher x student relationship, age gap, exhibitionism (sorta?), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex

Word Count: 4k

           For as long as Spencer can remember, he’s always had a predilection for the finer things in life.

           Spencer attributes the origin of his preferences to his upbringing. In his childhood, before his mother’s disease got the better of her, she exposed him to all sorts of literature. While he ventured to read all types of writings, he’d always been partial to tales of extravagance. A young Spencer Reid sought refuge in the profligacy of it all, as it was so starkly different from his own reality. Forced to bear the burden of household and a sick mother from an early age, Spencer’s own life left little room for reckless indulgence.

           Now, as a single adult male, Spencer makes it a point to give himself up to the finer things as often as he can. Spencer isn’t a rich man, nor is he careless with what hard-earned money he does have. He simply likes to treat himself to the occasional five-star meal, and even more frequently, posh clothing and rare books. Walls lined with hundreds of antiquarian novels and a closet full of Comme Des Garçon cardigans are where the indulgence ends, however, and until recently Spencer was content with this.

           But when she strolls into his life on the very first day of his teaching career, Spencer knows that his small luxuries will no longer be enough to keep him satisfied. The part of him that longs to have only the very best roars to life as he takes in every perfect inch of her. She stands before him, the embodiment of divinity and grace, looking like every fantasy he only dares to conjure up in the late hours of the night. A litany of cliches from every piece of romantic literature he’s ever read spring to the forefront of his mind in the instant that her eyes met his, but there is nothing stereotypical about the way her gaze banishes the air from his lungs. It is as jarring as it is intoxicating. He never wants to look away.

           Unfortunately, she doesn’t feel the same. With a light flush of her cheeks, she turns away from him, and in an equally unfortunate turn of events, she proceeds to shuffle down the aisle and into the second row of seats to the right of the podium. The realization that washes over him feels like ice water in his veins.

           She’s a student. Worse even – she’s his student.

           Spencer wrenches his gaze from her as if he’s been burned, and the fiery shame of his embarrassment makes him tug at his collar. As he struggles to stave away the lingering heat in his chest and even more embarrassingly, the tightness in his trousers, Spencer chastises himself. His own carnal urges often go ignored, a fact that is glaringly obvious as he cowers behind his podium in an attempt to hide his arousal. He feels more than a little bit pathetic. No self-respecting thirty-five-year-old man gets hard just from gazing upon a beautiful young woman.

           When Spencer pulls himself together enough to start his lecture, he positively forbids himself to look her way. It is hard to fight the urge, but every time he catches his eyes wandering to her, he reminds himself that she is an indulgence he simply cannot partake in. No matter how badly he wants to.

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           It doesn’t take long for her to notice him noticing her.

           In the early days of the semester, she manages to convince herself that the stolen glances are but a figment of her overactive imagination. That, or an unhealthy dose of wishful thinking. But as the semester stretches on and the professor’s eyes linger more and more, wishful thinking gives way to a startling realization that she isn’t alone in her attraction. Professor Reid is, to her complete and utter astonishment, just as taken with her as she is with him.

           This is all but confirmed when a slight brushing of the hands during an exchange of papers leaves them both with flushed cheeks and pounding hearts. Both of their heads snap up, two sets of eyes meeting in a prolonged stare that results in an understanding of sorts. It’s mutual, this thing blossoming between them. She can see her own hopes reflected in two velvet pools of brown – can see the longing, the desire that burns within them. Her heart soars, as she imagines his does, and she accepts the papers with a smile.

           She also imagines that, if he could, he would tell her to wait for him. He would tell her that, for now, their relationship must stay strictly professional.

           This doesn’t stop them from sating their cravings in other ways.

           She makes it a point to stop by during office hours at least twice a week. Her visits always fall under the guise of her studies, but within minutes their hushed conversations stray from the professional and towards a more personal nature. She learns of Spencer’s mother and her condition, of his unusual job and his coworkers that were more like family. In return, she tells him about her upbringing in southern California, as well as her dreams of becoming a criminal psychologist. They never go as far as to discuss what will happen when the semester comes to a close. It is an unspoken agreement that the end of the semester will find them in each other’s arms. All they have to do is wait.

           Spencer can’t voice his affections with words, but he more than makes up for this with his actions. Without fail, every Monday following the very first clandestine brushing of hands, lavish bouquets of flowers arrive at her workplace. Each bouquet is always paired with a notecard inscribed with a brief explanation of the meaning behind that week’s flower of choice. Cherry blossoms to pay homage to her beauty, plumeria to symbolize their new beginning, agrimony to convey his thankfulness that she is willing to wait for him.

           Her favorite bouquet arrives four weeks before the end of the semester. As she steps through the doors of the bakery, a vase full of nine red roses sits atop the counter. The sight of them nearly takes her breath away. She pauses for a moment and runs her fingertips across the velveteen petals before plucking the notecard from its place.

           This week, Spencer chooses to forgo the explanation in favor of a messily scrawled poem;

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

that, for all they care, I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

we have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn 

with a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

let the more loving one be me. 

           That evening, Spencer receives his first bouquet from her. On his desk sits an arrangement of pale pink ambrosia.

           The meaning isn’t lost on him, but if it were, the note that sits next to the vase makes her intentions clear.

We never had to force love.

We were drowning in it from the moment we met.

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           Spencer is horribly frustrated.

           A mere twenty feet away from where he stands, the notoriously garish and wholly unprofessional PhD program director is gesticulating wildly to the young woman that stands trapped between him and the hors d’oeuvre table. To find Professor Van Wesep in such a position is not uncommon, due to his penchant for trying to charm (terrorize) the prospective female doctoral candidates. The man is practically a walking harassment complaint waiting to happen. Spencer would abhor Van Wesep even if he weren’t the only thing standing in the way of him and his lover.

           At long last, the semester has drawn to a close. The lonely nights spent longing to hold her in his arms are a thing of the past. By the time the sun rises again, Spencer will no longer have to wonder what her body will feel like pressed against his. He’ll be thoroughly acquainted with every inch of her, and she with him. The thought sends a thrilled chill down his spine.

           The torturous foreplay they’ve been engaging in for the last four months would have surely broken a lesser man. Spencer would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted on more than one occasion to have her during one of her frequent visits to his office. Some days, when her visits came later in the evenings, just as the sun began to dip low in the sky, her eyes would glisten in such a way that told Spencer her thoughts were none dissimilar to his own. That glimmer of lust had him holding on to his restraint by the skin of his teeth.

           And here they were, on the last evening of the semester. Final grades had been submitted and were released hours prior. Spencer would have been content to skip this event altogether, in favor of more… recreational activities, but his lover insisted on attending.

           Initially, Spencer assumed her insistence lay in her desire to mingle with her future peers and mentors. Her true intentions come to light when she breezes into the room clad in a pair of sleek, designer pumps. Her lips, painted fire engine red, curl up into a playful smile at the sight of a slack-jawed Spencer Reid. The devious glint in her eye twinkles sinfully in the light.

           Tonight isn’t a social call at all. Tonight, she wants to play with him.

           And play she has.

           From the second she arrives all eyes are fixating on her celestial beauty. Peers and mentors alike trip over themselves in their haste to capture her attention, if only for a fleeting moment. She works the room flawlessly, leaving a trail of smitten men of all ages in her wake.

           The most smitten is Spencer himself, because he’s the lone recipient of countless heated glances, as well as more than a few knowing smirks. She well aware of what she’s doing to him, and she takes pleasure in watching him squirm.

          Spencer intervenes when Van Wesep makes the ill-advised decision to reach a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. He barely has the time to withdraw his hand before Spencer is upon them.

          “I apologize for the interruption,” Spencer casts a faux apologetic glance at his colleague, before settling his gaze on his target. “Ms. Y/L/N, may I speak to you for a moment?”

           She looks positively gleeful. Perhaps Spencer should have intervened hours ago.

           “Absolutely, Professor Reid.”

           The honorific sends a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He definitely should have stolen her away earlier.

           The two of them say their goodbyes to a confused Professor Van Wesep, whose imploring eyes follow them as they hurriedly slip from the party and down the hallway.

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           “Where are we going?”

           Spencer leads her down a long corridor, far beyond earshot of the other guests. Pushing her into a dark corner, he positions her between himself and the cold wooden door of an unoccupied office. The only sounds that can be heard are the distant thrum of the music and the eager pants falling from his lover’s lips.

           Spencer pulls her into a searing kiss, one hand tangling in her hair and the other finding purchase on her waist. He worries for a moment that he’s being too rough with her, that he should have taken a more careful approach to their first kiss, but she assuages those worries when she kisses him back with equal enthusiasm. Her hand reaches between them and clutches his tie, then she’s pulling him closer and whining wantonly against his lips. Spencer takes this as an invitation to slip his tongue inside and he finds himself letting out a low groan when he tastes a hint of strawberry.

           Spencer pulls away to catch his breath. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

           “Oh, I think I do, Professor,” she laughs, breathless. “Probably just as long as I’ve wanted to do this.”

           Spencer jolts forward when her hand slides down to cup him over his trousers.

           “Could’ve done that a lot earlier if you hadn’t insisted on teasing me for the entire night,” Spencer growls through gritted teeth. He’s more than a little proud of his ability to string together a sentence with her hand working him over with slow, steady strokes.

           He trails a line of kisses across the underside of her jaw, before taking her earlobe and nipping it lightly with his canine. Spencer’s actions are rewarded with a full body shudder. He dips his tongue in the hollow at the base of her throat and her hands ball into fists against his dress shirt.

           “Spencer, please.”

           Spencer hums and pulls back to look at her. The hand in her hair lowers, and he trails a thumb across where her nipples are hard against the fabric of her dress.

           “Yes, my love?”

           Her eyes flutter against the weight of her arousal, and Spencer twitches in his pants. The sight of her with her hair disheveled and her lipstick smeared on account of him is a heavenly thing. He doesn’t know how he ever deprived himself of such a splendor.

           “I want you. Right now.” She punctuates her words by pulling him down into a frenzied kiss. One of her hands tangles itself in the hair at the nape of his neck while the other busies with tugging his shirt out of his pants.

           “Right now?” Spencer taunts, mouth against mouth. His hand trails down the side of her breast, caressing her rib cage and her hip before stopping at her upper thigh. Spencer’s fingertips toy with the tops of her lace thigh highs. “But anyone could walk by and see us.”

           “I don’t care,” she argues, fumbling clumsily as she struggles to undo his belt buckle.

           Spencer’s wandering hand dips below the hem of her dress to explore the silky-smooth skin of her inner thigh. She’s soft here, too, he thinks to himself as his hand travels up, up, up. He stops just short of where she wants him most and she lets out a despairing cry.

           “You wouldn’t mind someone walking by and seeing you with your pretty legs spread wide for your professor?”

           Spencer brings life to his words by lifting her leg up, hitching her thigh around his hip and pressing into her. The silk fabric of her dress rustles as he pushes it up and out of the way.

           A breathy moan tumbles from her lips as he rocks against her, dragging his arousal up and down the front of her lace panties. The friction is maddening in that it provides only the smallest bit of relief. It’s not enough for Spencer, and judging by the way she desperately pushes down the fabric of his pants, it’s not enough for his partner, either.

           “Need to get these off now,” she murmurs against Spencer’s mouth. An eager hand tugs at the elastic band of his underwear.

           Spencer places his hand on hers, stilling her movements. “Not so fast, baby. Gotta make sure you’re ready for me first.”

           Her fingers clamp down on Spencer’s wrist, guiding him to the sodden lace between her thighs.

           “Don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” she whimpers as Spencer’s fingers take appraisal of the drenched cloth. “In fact, I think four months of foreplay is sufficient enough. Wouldn’t you say?”

           “Maybe so,” Spencer muses, voice muffled as he sucks at the skin of her neck. “But I’m not willing to chance hurting you our first time together. You’re entirely too precious to me.”

           Spencer captures her lips in a kiss so sweet it has her sighing into his mouth. When he pulls away, he fixes her with a smile.

           “You’re not particularly fond of these panties, are you?”

           Her eyebrows pull together. “No, why?”

           Spencer pulls at the flimsy fabric harshly and it gives way under the force of it. He reaches back to stuff the thong in his back pocket.

           “That’s why.”

           Spencer’s lips come down against hers at the same time his middle and index fingers drag across her slickness. His foresight pays off when his mouth muffles the sound of her cries. As confident he is that they won’t be found, a cry like that would certainly have drawn unwanted attention.

           The swipe of his thumb across her crest paired with the gentle pressure of his fingers dipping into her heat is enough to make her legs buckle. Had it not been for Spencer pressing her against the wall, she surely would have fallen to the ground in a trembling heap.

           “I could get lost in you for hours,” Spencer groans, curling his fingers inside her in such a way that makes her clutch desperately to his shirt.

           “Spencer, oh my God,” she keens. “I need you, please.”

           “You have me, my love,” Spencer whispers the promise against her parted lips. “You’ve had me since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

           Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers until the telltale tightening of her heat warns him of her impending climax. He has to bite down on his lower lip to regain his own composure. The feeling of her tight and wet around his fingers is almost too good.

           “Spencer, I’m getting close,” she whimpers.

           Spencer continues until she’s on the cusp of tumbling over the edge, until one more pass of his fingers against her crest would surely seal the deal, and then he’s removing his hand and taking a step back.

           “Spencer, what the fu-,” she pauses when he promptly shoves his pants and underwear just enough to free himself from their painful confines. “Oh.”

           A dazed smile makes its way to her face as Spencer presses himself against her once more. He sweeps her up into a kiss comprised of pure, unadulterated desire, before pulling away and smirking deviously at her.

           “Jump.”

           It takes a moment for her pleasure fogged brain to make sense of the request, but as soon as it does, she complies without question.

           Spencer’s hands grip her thighs firmly and in one swift thrust he sheaths himself into her fully – an indulgence so grand that all others dull in comparison. Now that he’s had the finest, felt it wrapped around him like warm velvet, he can’t imagine a world in which he must live without it.

           “Spencer!”

           Spencer swears he’s never heard a sweeter sound than her crying out his name as their bodies come together for the first time. It’s synonymous with a siren call, he thinks, because in that moment she could lure him to certain death and he knows he would go with a smile.

           His lips seek purchase on the exposed skin of her chest as he buries himself in her paradise again and again. The sharp sting of her heels digging into his back with every thrust brings out a sort of primal urge in him, spurring him to rut up into her like a man possessed.

           “You feel perfect,” Spencer groans out against the flushed skin of her neck. He presses a soft kiss to where her pulse bounds just beneath the skin before pulling away and locking eyes with her. “When I’m old and gray and can remember nothing else, I’ll remember this. I’ll remember how it felt to kiss you for the first time – how it felt to touch you. How it felt to worship you and make love to your body.”

           Spencer’s voices catches, thick and overwhelmed with emotion.

           “I’ll remember how it feels to love you.”

           Her breath catches in her throat and sharp pang of panic burns hot in his chest. Had he misinterpreted her affections? Did she not burn for him in the same way? Perhaps the ambrosia meant nothing. Spencer’s movements falter, and for several torturous seconds he’s nearly paralyzed with fear.

            She silences those fears with a kiss.

           “Oh, Spencer,” she sighs as she presses her forehead against his. “I love you, too. More than you could ever comprehend.”

           Spencer resumes moving in and out of her, but the frenzied feeling from before is replaced with something else now. Something softer, but no less passionate.

           “Yeah?” he inquires, searching her eyes for any trace of insincerity. He finds none, and it’s a relief. Any hint of falseness in her claim would surely lead to a heartbreak he could never recover from.

           “Yes.” The word trails off into a moan. “I love you, Spencer Reid. I don’t imagine I’ll ever stop.”

           Spencer’s heart jolts and he whines pathetically against her mouth. “I’m counting on that.”

           “I’m close, Spencer,” she pants, her breath hitting his face in warm puffs. “Don’t think I can last much longer.”

           “Me, too.” Spencer nudges her nose with his own. “Reach between us and touch yourself, my love. I want us to cum together. Can you do that for me?”

           She nods, and the hand that clung to his right shoulder dips in between them to rub tight circles against her crest. Spencer doubles his efforts when he sees her eyelids flutter closed, and the resulting tightening of her core leaves him panting hard.

           “Spencer, I-” her breath catches in her throat as Spencer delivers a particularly strong thrust. Her head falls against his shoulder, her soft moans of his name like heaven to his ears.

           “Cum with me, baby,” Spencer grunts out desperately. He needs it like he needs air to breath and water to drink. And once he has it, he knows he’ll need it again and again.

           She gives it to him with a muffled cry of his name and he’s instantly swept away, drowning in the blissful way her body sings for him. His body follows her lead, shattering completely under her fingertips.

           While he’s been through similar acts with previous partners, those instances always felt impersonal and clinical. The caresses and whispered words were all a means to an end, an end that usually left him feeling lonelier and emptier than when he started. But right now, as he feels the beat of her heart pressed against his own, he swears he couldn’t feel fuller - full of adoration, full of affection, full of love. It’s beautiful and overwhelming and everything Spencer didn’t know he was looking for.

           A raucous round of applause erupts from the direction of the party, startling the two of them. Spencer feels her laugh against his neck.

           “It’s almost as if they were applauding us for a job well done.”

           Spencer presses a chaste kiss to the crown of her head.

           “As they should. That was sensational.”

           Spencer carefully pulls out and lowers her to the floor. He wastes no time in tilting her chin up and capturing her lips in a reverent kiss. Spencer hopes his lips convey his gratitude.

           The two of them pull apart and set to making themselves presentable. Their efforts prove to be in vain when Spencer points out a dark purple love bite nestled into the crook of her neck. She counters this by taking note of the smudge of red lipstick on his collar.

           “What an adulterous pair we make, Professor.”

           Spencer rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “I’m not your professor anymore.” He bends down and places a kiss to her lips before taking her hand in his.

           “I suppose you’re not,” she muses as they meander down the corridor. “Whatever shall we do now?”

           As the two of them step out of the dark hallway and reenter the party, Spencer smiles to himself. Visions of wedding rings flit through his mind. Spencer supposes he’ll have to take a break from the posh clothing and rare books in favor of saving his money. He’ll buy only the finest ring for his future wife, after all.

           “I have a few ideas.”

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YOUR BABY VADER IS SO GOOD I NEED TO GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS. please tell me he gets like. a weighted blanket or soft clothes. or! or! or! anakin and obi-wan go to the market because nobody knows that anakin was vader, and anakin gets some nice clothes in pretty colors and theyre very soft and he gets some ingredients for cooking and droid parts to play with and everything is nice and good for him

GOSH thank you!!! aww i love that idea sO MUCH just reading your prompt makes me feel warm fuzzy inside. im not sure which baby vader you’re referring to (because there are so many of them in my wips and i love it) but i’ll assume this is the au ive been writing with @obiwanobi. so pls enjoy this near 2k of tooth-rotting fluff; i took some liberties

who likes sweet things

The clinic smells like bacta, as clinics do. But instead of sterile durasteel walls, the floors are carpeted and the walls are painted and the windows are curtained and everything is multicolored and joyful. Across from Anakin sits a healer - a kindly woman, very small in stature, with large, gentle eyes, wispy hair and pointed ears. She chats happily with Obi-Wan while working in tandem with the medical droid to secure the prosthetic to Anakin’s elbow.

“...disheartening, isn’t it?” She chirps, her three-fingered hands deftly fastening bolts around the cap and manipulating the droid to screw down the simple plating. “I can’t count the number of innocent civilians who have come here to fit a new limb. Just last week, I constructed an entire exoskeleton for this young lady. Poor girl, so young.”

“That is so good of you. I am glad for the young lady to find you. She came to the right place.” Obi-Wan smiles. “Those of us who have some sense all know Healer Saada’s prostheses are of the highest quality in all of Coruscant.”

“Ah, young man. Flattery gets you nowhere. Have you learned nothing as a youngling?” Saada shakes her head at the Jedi, then turns her great eyes to Anakin, ears perking. “And you. You’re a rather quiet boy, aren’t you?”

Anakin presses his lips into a tight, blanched line. This woman may not be a Jedi any longer, but she is not Force-blind. He glances to Obi-Wan, breaths bated.

Obi-Wan rests a hand on his shoulder. “He’s quite shy, Healer Saada. Please do not worry.”

“Oh, poor thing.” The healer hops onto a moving droid. It rolls towards the counter, where she sorts out some bottles while asking, seemingly in an absent-minded manner, “Where did he come from?”

Anakin catches his gaze the moment Obi-Wan looks at him. Obi-Wan parts his lips, as if ready to lie.

“Tatooine,” Anakin mutters.

Astonishment freezes across Obi-Wan’s face, and Anakin turns away. The admission isn’t for her, though he supposes he doesn’t mind her knowing. She’s just a person. She doesn’t even know his name, or what he has done, or what the dead Sith Lord has made Anakin do to earn his demise. Obi-Wan does.

“So far away!” the healer comments lightly, turning around with a soft smile. “What a great trip you must have made.”

“Indeed he did. He lives here now,” Obi-Wan clarifies. Anakin opens his hand, and the healer places a stretchy ball in it. She instructs him to practice squeezing it to get used to the new artificial limb, before sending them off.

They exit the clinic and out under a vast starlit sky. Gentle winds whirl overhead as they climb into their speeder, heading for the usual park where Anakin takes his walk. The night has gotten cold, yet the darkness is unusually diluted. As they pass by downtown, music wafts up alongside the scent of butter and frying oil. Anakin looks down to see a sea of lights over a town square, and colorful awnings draped over kiosks of all sorts. There seem to be many people there, eating, laughing, hand in hand. He eyes them closely, fingers tightening on the side door of the speeder.

“It’s a celebration, Anakin,” Obi-Wan supplies, as they come to a stoplight. Anakin turns around, and his heartbeat ratchets up when Obi-Wan reaches over to brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

“What are they celebrating?”

“Harvest season. It’s an old tradition, I’ll give you that. Coruscant barely has a greenhouse on it, let alone agricultural land.” Obi-Wan chuckles, then quiets down into a thoughtful smile. “Though I suppose the election result is as good of an occasion to celebrate as any.”

“Election?” Anakin asks, just as they pass by a great billboard with the face of a brown-haired, brown-eyed woman in a night-purple cape. The speeder is going slow enough for him to decipher the words written beneath it. Obi-Wan keeps saying he’s a fast learner, so he tries to read at every turn. “Chancellor… A-Ame…” He frowns. “Amidala?”

“Very good, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkle at him for a second before returning to the path ahead. “Padmé Amidala is the new Chancellor now. It was a rather close call. She is well-loved by many people, but not quite so in the Senate.”

Half of those words mean almost nothing to Anakin. “Why?”

“Well,” Obi-Wan hums. “One could say the Senate hasn’t been loving its people so much, in a while.”

Obi-Wan grows pensive, as he oft does. The faint, warm light from below and the cool starlight from beyond color him in an otherworldly tint. His profile is startlingly delicate, from the slope of his nose to the soft fluff of his whiskers and beard. Even the flutter of his lashes is graceful. Then Anakin remembers he shouldn’t stare. His eyes strays towards the bright lights and jovial music beneath.

“...But I am hardly brave enough for politics,” Obi-Wan muses, after a stretch of silence. When he looks Anakin’s way it is with some tiredness in his small smile. “Say, Anakin. How would you like to stop by the night market, for a change?”

They lower their altitude as soon as Anakin nods his agreement. Obi-Wan parks their speeder, draws up Anakin’s hood, and takes his right hand. Anakin’s synthetic nerves light up, even though it’s only enough transmission for him to feel touch and not warmth, it being a very standard model of prosthetic. His face warms up under the hood of his cloak. He’s glad Obi-Wan doesn’t notice.

They let themselves be carried by the stream of the crowd, of parents jogging after excitable children toddling about with sweetmeats in their hands, sugar on their cheeks; of young couples, one’s arm around the other’s waist, sharing bites of fluffy sweet bread or sips of mulled wine. Light shines golden and amber through bottles of syrup and jars of honey, glitters on the crystal sugar and drizzled glaze on heaps of candies in open boxes. The smell is divine whenever they pass by a warm stall with steam bannering overhead.

Anakin shivers lightly, even though the crowd blocks most of the winds. Obi-Wan tugs at his hand. “Let’s get you something warm.”

He follows Obi-Wan. A paper cup is pressed into his hand, ample and warm against his skin. The drink smells and tastes sweet with a note of toasted bitterness, the texture creamy and rich on his tongue. There are floating white chunks of some sort of confectionery in there.

“What’s this?”

“Hot chocolate.” Obi-Wan raises his identical cup and touches it to Anakin’s. “Do you like it?”

”Yes,” Anakin says, and Obi-Wan’s smile warms his belly more than any hot drink.

They continue on their path, still a straight line from one end of the market to another. Anakin’s wide eyes travel from stand to stand: here a string of patchwork puppets, there a counter of carved wooden figures; and perfume vials, colorful figures (“It’s artisan soap, Anakin”), bouquets of everlasting tissue flowers tied in silk ribbons. There are clothes: soft robes in various colors, touted as “warm in winter and breezy in summer,” per the merchants; tunics with blossoming patterns embroidered at the collars or sleeve hems. There are kiosks of datatapes, illustrated by sparkling holograms of a High Republic castle, or a great speeder model, or even some holodrama character whose name Anakin can’t remember.

And then a booth takes his breath away. Glimmering under the light are shelves after shelves of mini household droids, custom-made transmitters, and a variety of artfully wired core processors. Replacement parts bathe in the blue glow of holograms depicting the corresponding droid models; and below all of this is a row of toolboxes of gleaming silver and shiny ivory, even iridescent inlays of mother-of-pearl. The booth seems to be one of a kind in the vast entirety of the market.

Anakin stands, transfixed. His fingers itch, and one of the tools begins to quiver and lift into the air, unbeknownst to the seller who has his back to it. He wants it. The thing will be his.

“Anakin? Anakin!” Obi-Wan’s hushed voice rustles by his ear, jolting him back to his senses.

The tool drops down with a small clang, barely audible in the noises of the festivity. Fear bursts coldly in Anakin’s chest - he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, his Master would be very unhappy if he found out his young foolish apprentice had tried to waste his time playing with droids again. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, bowing his head, even as Obi-Wan squeezes his hand.

“Do you want that?” Obi-Wan asks, softly.

Anakin peeks up. The empty paper cup is still slightly warm in his hand, and he crushes it absentmindedly, tightening and loosening his fingers just to have something to do. “I, uh…”

Obi-Wan’s hand covers his own, gently prying the crushed paper cup out from the curl of his fingers. “I would love to get it for you, if you want it. It’s the toolbox on the bottom shelf, second from the left, isn’t it?”

The light on Obi-Wan’s smile is a honeyed gold, pooling stars into his eyes, and Anakin is transfixed again, not quite by the tinkering booth this time. He looks down as his face warms and his heart still pounds hard, and slowly he nods.

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They come back to Obi-Wan’s quarters with a small armful: a new set of robes in muted, ashen pink; a box of tools with carved handles that are probably more fancy than they need to be, but still practical enough; a new array of spices and condiments; and a great tin of “absolutely decadent powder for drinking chocolate, Anakin, I can’t believe I let you persuade me into buying this.”

“You are the one who likes sweet things,” Anakin counters, arranging the new addition into their pantry. Obi-Wan laughs aloud by his side.

“Now how could you possibly know that?”

“I cook. I know that.” Anakin shrugs, and admits, “...and Ahsoka said so.”

Obi-Wan’s brows shoot up. He’s quiet for a few seconds, but the wide smile that follows only seems all the more brighter for it. “Best friends now, aren’t you?”

“No,” Anakin huffs and closes the pantry door. He doesn’t say more. Ahsoka gave him her old voicebook plug-in and lent him her comics; in exchange, he would pack her this spicy meat stew whenever she needed to leave for some time. They struck a fair deal, is all.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say more, either. They settle on the couch, Anakin almost rushing to fish out the toolbox from its paper bag. Finally having two hands to work with again, he examines it with zeal. It’s a good set of tools, he knows it; he hasn’t been allowed to touch these things for years, but he still knows. It’s in his blood. He can still wire standard circuit boards for protocol droids (the slightly outdated type) with his eyes closed; can definitely assemble a cleaning-type mouse droid from scratch if he’s allowed to scavenge for parts. He smiles down at the lacquered handles and the durasteel glint, picking up and balancing each microscrew, each hexagonal wrench, each tiny plier.

“...I hope it was enjoyable for you,” Obi-Wan speaks up, all of a sudden.

Anakin turns to him, not bothering to wipe off his smile. “It was.” He chews on the inside of his cheeks. “I’ve never had so many things. Thank you.”

Obi-Wan studies him for a long moment, more intent than he ever did. By the look on his face, Anakin expects him to say many things, but he doesn’t. He just pats Anakin’s elbow, where the prosthetic is joined, and murmurs, “You’re welcome.” His eyes have a moist sheen to them, smiling though he is.

[hisui-dreamer]

YOOOOO CONGRATS ON 2K FOLLOWERS!!!

For the flower event, may I request a Leona x gn!reader with flowers that mean something like 'i love you' or 'you mean the world to me' but with flowers that is from a Chinese culture?

if its not possible, then regular ol' flowers are fine too

lotus bonds

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader

Synopsis: gifting leona a cool flower you found, but he seems to appreciate it more than you thought he would

Tags: fluff, reader is a bit oblivious?, domestic fluff

Word count: 420

Notes: i couldn't find a flower with the exact same meaning so i hope you're okay with this one!!

Masterlist

flower of choice: conjoined lotus

its unique characteristic of having conjoined flowers on one stem symbolizes unity and interconnectedness in love, mirroring the connection between lovers. if a lotus root is cut, there are "threads" that still connect them, meaning it is not easy to force them apart. if one flower is damaged, the other is affected as well, signifying the concept of growing old together and sharing life's joys and sorrows.

"Leona, Leona, look what I found!"

The slumbering beastman stirred from his nap at the sound of your voice, his heavy eyelids fluttering open. With a low grumble, he rubbed his eyes, attempting to adjust his eyes to the sunlit room. "What's all the noise about?" he muttered, his voice thick with drowsiness.

"I found these flowers at the lake today," you said softly, a hint of colour dusting your cheeks. "These two are conjoined together, isn't that amazing?"

With his curiosity aroused, he reached out, his fingers gently grasping the delicate petals of the flower, his touch careful and deliberate. As he examined each bloom, the concept of conjoined lotuses stirred a distant memory. He recalled reading about them some time ago, their significance in the Far East, a message they symbolized…

Conjoined flowers, a metaphor for the intertwining bonds of mutual love and affection found within marriages… with lotuses being the purest loves of all…

A flush of warmth crept up his cheeks as the realization washed over him. Glancing at you to study your expression, you seemed to be oblivious to the hidden meaning behind the flowers.

He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his voice. You were far too daring for your own good. He brushed his hand through his hair in an attempt to cool the heat rising within him. You really have no idea of the effect you have on him, huh?

Setting the flowers delicately on his bedside table, he made a mental note to cast a preserving spell on them later.

"C'mere," he murmured, tugging gently at your hand, drawing you into his embrace. Resting his head against your shoulder, he savours the comforting press of your warmth against his chest. He delights in the way you nestled into his embrace, a contented sigh escaping your lips as you leaned your weight against him.

...Maybe marriage with you wouldn't be so bad.

"Thank you for the flowers," he whispered against your ear, his arms enveloping you in a gentle squeeze.

"So, what other stuff did ya do today?"

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fun fact: lotuses are most famous in ancient china for being a metaphor as a good king, with a poet saying "though lotuses grow from mud, they remain untainted". so you can interpret reader giving the coolest looking lotuses to leona as "you're the coolest bestest king in my eyes" :)

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Pink Camellia

A/N: I love plants and i love learning the meanings of them. I will have to put a disclaimer here, some of these may have multiple meanings depending on where the information is taken from. I went back to the Victorian Era meanings. This is part 1 of 7 of my Love Blossom Series where each member gets to have their own story amongst flowers. I wanted to call this a drabble as i wrote it quickly but i realised 2k is not a drabble but oh well. Hope it's an enjoyable read!

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Pairing: Namjoon x reader (non-idol!au, florist!Namjoon, cafe owner!reader)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none it's pure rotten fluff

Word count: 2k

You loved late spring. The cool soft air of spring morphing into the warm glowy summer atmosphere was the perfect time of the year in your opinion. Not only did the milder warmer weather make everything seem so joyful and light-hearted, but the sunny brighter environment caressed your skin as you walked. The cafe was not too far from your house but to get there you had to go through a park. The smell of the freshly bloomed flowers and the sound of children cheerfully playing put a spring in your step as you walked towards your work.

The park through it’s different seasons had its perks. In the summer it was the grounds for family picnics; in spring it was full of couples old and new enjoying their time together. When it got chillier, you could see the odd runner through the brightly coloured leaves and in the winter, the unhindered vastness of the park covered in a blanket of snow. But of course you much more preferred the warmth of late spring, early summer.

You’ve known Namjoon for a while, his flower shop opened just down the road from yours a couple of years back. When you entered his shop for the first time, the array of flowers were arranged in such a beautiful way that it took your breath away. The smells encompassed you, and transported you to a secret garden so that you completely forgot that it was just a shop.

“Hello”

So enraptured you were with your surroundings you completely missed the appearance of a man behind the counter. He stood in front of a now open door that signed ‘Staff only’. So he worked there, you concluded. You smiled at him warmly. “Hello, this shop is lovely. I have never seen such a variety of flowers in one place”

The man’s smile widened. “Thank you for the kind words. I have tried my best to build an understanding of the flowers I am bringing into my shop. I was planning to have one for every occasion, and yet…” he motioned around you “this happened” rubbing the back of his neck you could see the tip of his ears reddening. He was cute when he rambled.

“All the better, they all look lovely displayed in such a way. And the more the merrier” you laughed softly. “So you are the owner” you mused after a couple of seconds of silence.

“Yes, i’m Namjoon...i mean, yes i am the owner” the redness was creeping along his neck now and you could not find it more adorable.

Even if this was just your first meeting you could tell by his warm eyes and soft smile that revealed dimples that he was kind and humble.

“Nice to meet you Namjoon, i’m Y/N” you both shared a smile.

From then on you had been enraptured.

You had not planned to go into his shop every morning before work and pick up flowers to spruce up your cafe. But after one week of doing it, simply out of sheer pleasure of being in between the greens and the smells of the shop, it became habit. But most importantly you found yourself excited in anticipation of conversing with the owner as well. So one week turned into two, three. Until one day Namjoon suggested that instead of you making a trek to his shop, he would deliver flowers to you in the morning before you’d open the cafe. When you argued that it would be too much of a hassle for him he dismissed it, letting you know that he was starting to do deliveries anyways and so it would be no problem for him.

What he failed to mention was that his shop was not open as early as you normally came in to buy flowers. The first day you met was a mistake. A lucky one in his opinion; but a mistake nonetheless. They’d just opened the shop, totally forgoing to put the ‘Closed’ sign on the door. When he saw you in your awed state wandering around the shop, he did not have the heart to tell you they were not going to open until later on that day. You looked almost ethereal, the happy smile on your face giving you a soft glow that the flowers around you only enhanced. You bought a bouquet of sunflowers that day. Loyalty, he noted wondering if that was your favourite flower or if you just bought it on a whim. He made a mental note to himself to ask you next time, wishing there would be a next time.

And there was, there would be next times everyday for weeks. You made it a habit to walk into his shop every morning after that, buy flowers and have a nice chat with the cute owner. Whom, you’d found out was incredibly clumsy. He apologised profusely after dropping a vase full of flowers at your feet, he offered to pay for the dry cleaning of your coat when he tripped out of nowhere and spilled some plant food on you. One day he even managed to get soil into your shoes. You had to give it to him, you had never met anyone so clumsy and destructive in your life. It was impressive. And most importantly, it was cute. The way he reddened from the tips of his ears downwards whilst stumbling over his own words, made your own heart beat as fast as the words that were coming out of his mouth.

When he was not making a mess out of himself of the breakable objects in his shop, you had nice chats about random things. From books- he liked to read you noted, poems- he wrote some, he told you, weather- his favourite season was spring, travels-he seems to have been everywhere; to trivial things such as the food you had that day or the customers that you would get. Little by little you got to know each other. And little by little Namjoon had started to fall in love with you.

Unbeknownst to him, the feelings were reciprocated. Once he had started making deliveries to your cafe every morning, you looked forward to waking up in the morning and starting your day. Being greeted by his warm smile which accentuated his dimples was the highlight of your morning. The first week he had asked you which flowers you wanted delivered.

“I don’t know” you responded thoughtfully. In reality you had no idea about flowers, you loved them, but you did not know anything else apart from what was visible. “Surprise me Flower Boy” you grinned at him.

Once you had given him the go ahead, the types of flowers that he could deliver for you was all Namjoon could think about. All those meanings were swimming around in his head, carnations for love? No, that would be too straight forward. Lilac? Too dark. Sunflowers again, adoration? Maybe too cheesy. He settled in the end for daisies. Simple and innocent.

“Oh they are beautiful” you gushed as soon as you spotted him carrying the bunches into your cafe. Rushing to help him you misstepped and stumbled into him. For someone who was on a daily basis as clumsy as he was, he did a very good job at not falling over with you on top of him. And he congratulated himself for that, he deserved a medal. Your form leaning into him and the warmth of your hand on his bicep was enough to make the blood rush to his cheeks and his heart to pound.

“Oh, i’m really sorry” with a choked voice, he assured you it was no problem.

“I have done enough damage to you in the past few weeks” he grinned. “I’ll take it as a payback” you laughed at that and grabbed some bunches from his arms.

“They are so lovely, thank you” instructing him to put them over near the window, you went behind the counter to start on a drink for him. “Is a latte ok?” you asked over your shoulder. Too lost in his thoughts whilst observing your form he did not answer the first time. Asking again, you glanced briefly at him, noticing the slight dazed look he was offering you.

“Namjoon” you softly called, the intimate tone of your voice finally waking him up from his reverie.

“Ah, yes it is ok” he would not admit that at that moment, seeing you making his drink and the way you softly called his name - it felt like home.

After that moment, he started bringing in Camellias. And only camellias. Pink. The colour of them combined with the neutrals of your shop made everything brighter and lighter. Even in the winter he brought you camellias. At first you did not think much of it. They were lovely and you had an elated reaction to them. So you assumed that he’d thought they were the flowers that you preferred. But when you started noticing certain changes in his behaviour, certain looks, certain smiles. Sometimes he’d space out whilst staring at you doing mundane tasks in your shop. Something was nagging you. Was there a deeper meaning behind the camellias?

You tried asking him, but he gave nothing away. He flustered, knocked over a chair and exited out of your cafe quickly whilst apologising for having to leave so early. And so you let it drop. But the next time he came in, it felt like the air around the two of you had changed. As if there was a secret that was hanging in between the two of you. Something that buzzed around the two of you. Every interaction after that left you breathless.

So you did what any other human being would do when they need answers. You researched on the internet. Pink Camellias. You clicked on the first link, your eyes skimming over the words. Longing for you.

The next day you woke up extra early, determined to make it to Namjoon’s flower shop before he had a chance to come to yours. You had a flower order to request from him. On the way there the smell and sights of late spring put an extra skip in your step. Or maybe it was the thought of the cute Flower Boy you were going to meet? Biting your lip softly you started at the glass door of the flower shop. This time the sign said ‘Closed’ but you knew Namjoon would be in pitter pattering.

Opening the door, you stepped in. “We’re clo- Y/N!” Namjoon emerged through the same door signed ‘Staff Only’. “I’m not late to deliver the flowers, am i?” panicking he glanced at the clock.

You shook your head, it was now or never.

“I thought I would come in early to make a slight change in the delivery” you glanced at him trying to gage his reaction. Confusion painted across his face. Then entering his customer service mode he stepped away from the counter and started looking around.

“Of course, what would you like? We have a new batch of sunflowers in? You ordered those last time so maybe those? Or some flowers that are better in late spring? How about lilacs?” rambling he made his way round the multitude of flower arrangements.

Grabbing his hand to stop him, you sighed. It was now or never.

Stepping closer and closer to him, where you could observe his eyes, you smiled softly. Standing on your tiptoes you reached to place a warm kiss on his cheek.

“I was thinking something more like...roses?”

The silence that followed and his astounded face made you question yourself. Had you misread the situation? Soon though warm arms enveloped you tightly, hugging you to his chest. The rhythm of his heart, the slight pressure of his lips at the top of your crown and the whisper in your hair told you he’d gotten it.

“Love”

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Valentine's Day Reylo Fic Recs

It has been a dark and cold winter and reading about these two idiots has been keeping me sane. Here are some romantic and Valentine themed fics to warm the cockles of your heart. No surprises here - these are all Modern AU ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Image by @m1ssjess

Send a Little Love My Way by dawninthemtn | Teen | oneshot | 4k | modern AU | Valentine's Day | Strangers to friends | Ben POV | "Marketing executive Ben and mailroom clerk Rey spend a lonely Single's Awareness Day going through Ben's care package from his mother and make a special Valentine's Day connection along the way."

In Full Bloom by deedreamer (need ao3 account to read) |  @deedreamer | Teen | Oneshot | 10k | Modern AU | single dad Ben Solo | florist Ben Solo |  Multi POV | Highschool teacher Rey receives a mysterious bouquet of flowers. It might have been a delivery error, but her attraction the florist is no mistake.

Something Stupid by HarpiaHarpyja |  @thisgarbagepicker | Teen | 8k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Friends to lovers | idiots in love | rey loves baked alaska | Rey POV | Good friends, Ben and Rey, always spend Valentine's together: at their favourite restaurant, exchanging cheesy cards and people watching. but this year Ben has a 'real date' and Rey doesn't know how to feel about it.

Lay All Your Love On Me by walkingsaladshooter | Explicit | Oneshot | 6k | Modern AU | Friends-with-benefits to lovers | smut | Multi POV | "In which Rey and Ben decide they don't want to bother with Valentine's Day hookups."

Single Riders Only by kaybohls | @kaybohls | Explicit | 16k | complete | modern Au | Disneyland | Valentine's Day | fake/pretend relationship | strangers to lovers | one-night-stand | a love letter to the parks | smut | Ben POV | Ben is dragged to Disneyland as a 3rd wheel on Valentine's day. When he keeps bumping into a cute Disney-afectionado he realizes his day might not be ruined after all.

Spending Valentine's Day Solo by jyn-z-solo | @jynz-andtonic | Explicit | 9k | oneshot in two parts | Modern AU | Co-workers | idiots in love | misunderstandings | First dates | smut | multi POV | "Rey has the hots for her coworker, Ben, and decides to send him a Valentine's Day card. While at the shop choosing one, she bumps into him. Too embarrassed to confess it’s for him, she lies about the intended recipient. Ben is in love with Rey and gutted the card is for someone else!"

No Chance, No Way by AttackoftheDarkCurses | Explicit | 46k | complete | modern AU | A/B/O | co-workers | journalism | Going on dates for research | Snowed in | smut | a/b/o heat/rut | Multi POV | Rey has been on so many bad dates that she barely registers when her co-worker takes her on a fantastic date. Too bad it's just research for an article he's writing...

Start Me Up, Watch Me Go by bobaheadshark | Explicit | 8k | Complete | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | First Dates | one-night-stand?? | Mechanic!Rey | Lawyer!Ben Solo | Multi POV | "Ben Solo takes The Falcon in for maintenance on Valentine’s Day, and gets more than he bargained for when he meets firecracker mechanic Rey Johnson."

Cindereyla by ElegyGoldsmith | @elegygoldsmith | Explicit | Oneshot | 5k | Modern AU | Valentine's Masquerade Party | Cinderella elements | strangers | one-time-thing | bathroom sex | Ben POV | "In which Ben Solo has a really huge cock, and mysterious masochist "Kira" (Rey) wants to give it a ride."

Let Me Slap...With Love by starfleetjedi |  @omfgreylo | Explicit | 10k | complete | Modern AU | Boss/employee dynamic | crack | mutual pining | Smut | multi POV | "Ben receives a highly inappropriate anonymous Valentine at work, which he proceeds to accidentally forward to his assistant, Rey."

lilies of the valley (cover me with kisses, make my garden grow) by diasterisms | @kylorenvevo | Explicit | oneshot | 8k | Modern AU | Flowershop AU | Smut | Multi POV | "How do I say Fuck You in flowers!?" Ben Solo is a snobby florist, Rey is a college student. They have chemistry but Ben is a self sabotaging idiot.

Romantic Fic's

Not necessarily Valentine's Day themed, but some *chef kiss* fics with super satisfying romance. Some are smutty, some are not.

Sip the Honey Sweet by dietplainlite | General | 14k | complete | Historic AU | 1900's | Prince Edward Island | Jewish Ben Solo | School teacher Rey | story within a story | falling in love | heartbreak | reconcilliation | HEA | Rey POV | Rey catches the eye of a man no one has been able to catch. Tentative friendship blossoms into something beautiful-- but Ben's past haunts him. We accept the love we think we deserve after all.

The Idiot's Guide to Flirting by Violetwilson | Teen | 2k | Oneshot | Modern AU | strangers to lovers | idiot in love | Ben POV |  Ben sucks at flirting with the cute bookstore clerk.

The Assistant by OptimisticBeth | @optimisticsprinkles | Teen | 2k | oneshot | Modern AU | Office dynamic | awkward!Ben Solo | Multi POV | "Rey is Poe's assistant and specifically tasked with keeping Ben out of Poe's office. "

To Confess by Celia_and | Teen | 2k | oneshot | Modern AU | Friend group dynamic | college/university | multi POV | "This will finally be the night that three years of mutual pining is over for Ben and Rey, if Rose and a drinking game have anything to say about it."

From friends to this by Ever-so-reylo | @ever-so-ali | Explicit | 3k | oneshot | modern AU | falling in love | running marathons | Smut | Ben POV | snippets of Ben and Rey's relationship going from friends to something more.

Good by Ever-so-reylo | @ever-so-ali | explicit | 3k | oneshot | Modern AU | blind date | falling in love | smut | praise kink | Ben POV | Ben goes on a date with Rey just to please coworker phasma. He never in a million years expected to fall so hard.

Sweet Home by Violetwilson | @violetwilson | Explicit | 8k | oneshot | Strangers to lovers | one night stand | good samaritan | Waffle House | there was only one bed | smut | Rey POV |  Rey helps out a handsome stranger stranded in town-- by letting him sleep in her bed.

your boots beneath my bed by irridesca | @earstwo | Explicit | 11k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Ranching | Cowboys | Strangers to friends to lovers | hair braiding | smut | Rey POV | After the death of her former boss, Rey gets a job as a wrangler at Skywalker Ranch-- where she crosses paths with the prickly forman Ben Solo.

One Last Thing by Celia_and | 12k | Complete | Modern AU | Near-death-experience | co-workers | mutual pining | angst | CPR | Hospitalization | HEA | found family vibe | smut | Ben POV | Rey dies from an allergic reaction to a bee sting, thankfully her co-worker Ben knows CPR and saves her life.  As she lies in a hospital bed recovering Rey comes to a realization.

In Bloom by Celia_and | Explicit | 13k | Complete |  Modern AU | Soulmates | Ballet | falling in love | angst | Friends to lovers | smut | Rey POV | In a world where matching flower tattoos bloom on the skin of Lovers, Rey is devastated that Ben's skin remains bare.

And Closer Still Is Never Enough by lovefrompluto | Explict | 15k | oneshot | Historic AU | Royalty | Arranged marriage | strangers to friends to lovers | pining | slow burn |  Smut | Ben POV | He has put off marriage for too long and now his mother had made the choice for him: duchess Rey of Exegol. She is stranger in a strange land.

We Stand Just a Little Too Close by walkingsaladshooter | Explicit | 22k | Complete | Modern AU | Fake/pretend relationship | Friends to lovers |  smut | Alternating POV | Ben and Rey are sick of their friends teasing them about their platonic relationship-- to teach them all a lesson they decide to fake date. Nothing could possibly go wrong with that, right?

sorry, wrong number by orphan_account | Teen | 20k | complete | Modern AU | Texting | Strangers to friends to lovers | aniexty/depression/OCD | angst | falling in love | smut | Multi POV | A meme sent to the wrong number connects two lonely souls, both dealing with their own grief and challenges that will change both their lives for the better.

oh autumn, oh teakettle, oh grace by diasterisms | @kylorenvevo | Explicit | 30k | complete | Modern AU with a magical twist | Strangers to lovers | Road trip | reference to ancient greek/roman mythology | smut | Ben POV | Ben Solo, lawyer and grump, is on the work trip from hell when his whole world is flipped upside down when he meets an honest-to-god Drayd. Regina -Rey- who has been trapped in a tree for the past 200 years. Ben find himself road tripping with her across the British(?) countryside.

Just You by charcuterie | @chimichangasaredelicious | Explicit | 32k | WIP | neighbors | texting | banter | idiots in love | angst | Multi POV | Rey and Ben are two strangers across an alley way who bond over Ben's piano playing. Their souls connect before they even see each other's faces. When they finally do meet face to face sparks fly.

(won’t you let me) walk you home from school by somethingdifferent | Explicit | 130k | complete | Modern AU | Teachers | Co-workers | Enemies-to-lovers | Hate-to-love | slow burn | fuck buddies | idiots in love | smut | Ben POV | Ben is an asshole. A former lawyer, turned high school councilor who works at the prestigious private school that he, himself, was expelled from. Rey is an adorable art teacher who is everything he despises and who does not take his shit. They clash to say the least. He hates her. Then he wants to fuck her. Then he falls in love with her. If he plays his cards right he might get everything he never knew he wanted. | Jessie's note: this might be the greatest enemies-to-lovers I have ever read! The prose is top notch, the characterization is fascinating, the slow transition from hate-to-attraction-to-love is so brilliantly done.

Happy Reading!

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days in the sun // jhs

summary - it's a gloomy day for hoseok, and all he can think of is you: his light

pairing - vampire!hoseok x female!reader

genre - angst; vampire au, slight historical au

word count - 2k

warning - vampire yoongi makes a quick appearance, blood drinking, death, this is just sad

author’s note - would like to acknowledge that, yes. i know the title is a song from disney's "beauty and the beast" (2017). italics equal flashbacks

Closing his book, Hoseok glanced to the time. 6:37 am. It was barely morning, setting his book off to the side, he folded his arms behind his head. He hadn’t slept at all last night. Granted sleep for him was unnecessary but he was restless this particular night. Because of the date. It was the anniversary. It was another painful year without you. With a sigh, he closed his eyes. He could still picture how your hair fell, framing your face beautifully. He could still perfectly remember your smile, how he’d do anything to see it. You were so beautiful. 

“Hoseok!! Where are you taking me!” He had you in tow as you shrieked in excitement. 

“Almost there!” He laughed as he pulled you a little further into the gardens of your family’s estate. He knew he shouldn’t be seeing you without a proper chaperone, but he wanted to see you. 

Your hand in his, he pulled you past the low hanging branches of a tree. “Seokie!” You giggled as he came to a stop. Ever so gently, he spun you around until your back met the trunk of the tree, your dress catching on the rough bark. “What are we doing here?”

For a moment, Hoseok didn’t say anything; he just looked at you, taking in your beauty. He merely placed a hand on your cheek, the warmth of the sun peeking through the tree caressing your skin. “I missed you, darling.” He confessed as he stared into your eyes. 

You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “I missed you too.”

Sucking in a breath, he sat up. He couldn’t reminisce the day away, not when he had things to do. He pulled back the curtains of his apartment window, greeted with grey skies. A gloomy day. With a tight smile pulling on his lips, he sighed. “Perfect.”

Hoseok got changed out of the clothes from yesterday, wanting to look his best today. He chucked his old clothes into a basket, finding a fresh shirt and slacks. He fixed his appearance up, making sure that not a hair was out of place. Finishing up tying his shoes, he tucked his umbrella into his pocket and headed out the door. 

The streets were busy this morning, people wanting to get to work before the rain kicked in. Per his usual routine, he ducked into a coffee shop a few blocks away from his apartment building. The smell of fresh coffee filling his senses as he moved to stand in line. As the wait droned on, Hoseok found his eyes being drawn towards a couple, hidden away in the corner of the cafe, laughing to themselves as they shared their breakfast.

“Miss L/N, Mister Jung has arrived.” The butler announced as Hoseok stepped up to the gazebo; there you sat on the opposite side of the small table, dabbing your face with a napkin, riding your face of any cream or crumb that might’ve resided on your lip. 

“Mr. Jung,” you smiled at him as he took his seat across from you.

“Couldn’t wait for me, I’m assuming.” He chortled, noting the small eaten croissant that was on your plate. “Apologies, if I kept you waiting.”

Your face flushed from embarrassment as you looked down to your lap, “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve waited until you arrived.”

“Well, I’m here now, Miss L/N.” He started, taking his own napkin and laying it across his lap. “Shall we begin?”

“Sir, next in line please.” Hoseok was pulled from his thoughts as he saw that he was next in line, being called by the barista. 

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled as he asked for his usual order, leaving a slightly larger tip to apologize for holding up the line. Drink in hand, he walked back out onto the streets beneath the gloomy sky. 

Hoseok kept walking down the street, taking the occasional sip of his coffee; the drink warming his eternally cool body. The drink did little to nothing to his energy nor his taste buds, all it did was warm him from the inside out. Not necessarily a bad thing, but today of all days it hurt a bit more than usual. He missed it’s taste, but all the liquid could do for him was remind him of the permanent ice that rested deep in his soul. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a spot of color amongst the gay that loomed over all the city. Turning his head, he recognized the small building as a flower shop, hidden between two larger buildings. Crossing the street, he made his way over to the bouquets that lined the front of the store.

It was a warm spring day, the two of you were in a field of flowers, far from either of your homes or any sort of supervision. Hoseok had his head laid down on your lap, listening to you talk about flowers. Some of the information he was able process, but truthfully he was completely enthralled with you. The way the sun was perfectly behind your head, illuminating a halo around you as you looked down at him. 

“Seokie! Are you even listening to me?” You teased him, noticing he wasn’t paying attention to your words as you explained the meaning of another flower. 

“Do you promise not to be mad at me if I say no?” He bit back a laugh as you gasped, playfully smacking him on his chest. “Forgive me! I promise to listen now!”

“Mm, you better.” You stuck your tongue down at him as you picked a flower within your arms reach. “What kind of flower is this?” Holding the small blossom in front of his eyes.

He squinted up at it, recognizing the white and yellow of the plant. “It’s a daisy.”

“Mmhmm,” you affirmed as you ran your free hands fingers through his dark locks, warmed by the sun. “Do you know what it means?” 

“What?”

A tender smile is on your lips as you brush some of his hair behind his ear, placing the small flower there. “To most the meaning is innocence, but for you; Hope.”

“Oh, and why is that, my love?” A smile of his own slowly growing as he looked up at you.

“Because you give me hope,” you began as you let your hand rest upon his chest, tracing designs along the crisp white cloth. “You’re my hope.”

Hoseok opened the door of the flower shop, “Excuse me, do you happen to take custom orders?” With a nod of her head, the shop owner asked what he wanted. 

A few minutes later he walked out with a blooming white bouquet; the shop owner saying that a pure daisy bouquet wasn’t the right approach for visiting a loved one, believing his reasoning behind the flowers. White hyacinths, for loveliness. Because that’s still what you were to him, lovely; and yarrow, everlasting love. Ironic in his case, he does have love for you everlasting. One he doesn’t quite think he’ll ever forget.

It starts to rain as he approaches his destination, the cemetery. He doesn’t move to open his umbrella just yet. He stands at the threshold for a moment, letting the icy rain fall over him. He places a hand on the stone pillar that marks the entrance. It feels too much like that night.

Everything burned, Hoseok let out a garbled scream as pain seared through his veins. The cause of all this pain? The man who he thought was his friend, the one he was considering to be his best man when he finally asked for your hand in marriage; Min Yoongi. 

He should’ve known this creature was not his friend, not the one he knew at least. He knew Yoongi was always a reserved man, but the past few weeks he should’ve suspected something was wrong when he received an invitation to his house well past midnight after not hearing from him at all. But yet this is where he was, writhing in pain beneath his friend, whose sunken his teeth deep into the flesh of Hoseok’s neck; gulping down his blood. 

When Yoongi finally released his grip on him, they both fell onto the floor, panting heavily; albeit for different reasons. Tears burned down his cheeks as Hoseok cried, he didn’t quite fully understand what had happened. He was scared, confused, and in pain. But all that came out from what had happened was tears. 

His hand moved from the stone to his neck, grazing over the site of where the bite mark once was. It’s healed over the century, not even a scar to even prove that it happened. But he knows it happened, he wouldn’t be here if it didn’t.

Hand gripping the flowers, he stepped into the cemetery. He followed along the pathway, watching as the headstones got older, more moss covered and less visited. Then he saw it, taking a deep breath, he started towards the headstone. Your headstone. 

He knelt down in front of it, re-reading the inscription for what feels like the millionth time: ‘Y/N L/N, Beloved Daughter, 1851-1869, Aged 18’. Reading those words over and over again felt like an arrow puncturing his heart. You should’ve lived longer, you deserved a long happy and wonderful life with or without him. But you didn’t.

And it was his fault. 

“Hoseok, you’re scaring me.” You trembled as he stuttered towards you. He doesn’t remember getting to your house, he doesn’t remember how he got into your room. But soon as he set his sights on you, he began circling you, like a wild animal hunting its prey.

“So. . . hungry. . .” The sound of your heart racing was roaring in his ears. He drank you in from bottom to top, licking his lips as his eyes landed on your neck. You looked so delicious, he had to have you. He needed to have you. Lunging forward, he tackled you to the floor in a loud thud. Someone should’ve heard that, he needed to be quick. Just a bite. Only a bite. 

He let his tongue run over the expanse of your skin, his mouth was watering over the barest taste of you. With a growl, he sank his teeth into you, piercing your skin. Quickly, he began to lap up the blood that seeped from your fresh wound, all while you squirmed and cried, begging for him to stop, to get off you. But he didn’t listen, soon as he had a taste of you, his laps became gulps. Hoseok drank from you until you ceased moving, but not even that stopped him. 

He kept going and going and going until his thirst was finally quenched. But by then the damage was too late. He remembers looking down at your blank face, your eyes still open looking up at him. The image made him sick. 

“Y/N? Are you alright in there?” A voice called as it knocked on the door. Covering his mouth, he scrambled back to his feet. His eyes never left yours as he walked backwards towards the window.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he placed the flowers at the base of your headstone. With the rain coming down so quickly, he was no longer sure if he was crying or not, the rain mixing with his tears. He was damned for life, not only for what he was, but for what he had done. He should’ve never gone to you in the state he was in. He should’ve packed up his bags and left town; you wouldn’t have ever been able to see him again, but at least you would’ve been able to live. 

The image of your lifeless body still haunted his every waking moment, he tried not to think of you as that still form. But to remember you as you were, beautiful and warm. You were his sun. His light. His love. 

Hoseok opened his eyes to stare blankly at the gravestone. Without thinking, he pressed a kiss to the rough edge of the marble headstone. Standing, he unfurled his umbrella, finally stopping the rain from soaking him any further. He took one last good look at the headstone, then walked away.

[twiceinadream]

Twice React: Fem! S/O Confesses They Love Them

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Request: Twice reaction to fem/best friend confessing to them. (Written as a: High School AU)

a/u: It took 2 months but I finally finished a react and they ended up being pretty long. But, I hope you guys like them since this was one of the hardest prompts I’ve had to write, since some of them are based off real ways I’ve confessed to crushes. I want to thank you all again for 2k followers! I love you guys! Stay safe and wash your hands.

Category: Fluff and Angst (There’s only one)

Nayeon

“I love me too.”

The two of you had known each other longer than you could remember. And now you hoped that you could make her your forever. “Am I really that hard to love?” Nayeon sobbed as you held her close to your chest, your best friend’s tears soaking your shirt. You sighed, “Nayeonie, look at me,” Nayeon blinked back tears as she looked up to meet your eyes, “How could you ever think you’re hard to love? You’re smart, beautiful, kind, literally every amazing trait under the sun. But, you somehow always find a way to waste your time on people who don’t deserve you.” The older girl looked at you in confusion as she pulled away from you slightly, “What do you mean, ‘Wasting my time’, Y/N?” You let out a frustrated sigh as you pointed between the two of you, “Like what we’re doing right now. I sit on the sidelines watching your heart getting broken over and over by people who barely even give a damn, and when they’re done ripping your heart to shreds I’m here to pick up the pieces. But, no matter how much you think you can see love. You’re blind to when it’s staring you in the face, Im Nayeon.” The room went silent as you could see your words being processed by the girl across from you, “What are you getting at, Y/N?” You pinched the bridge of your nose before throwing your hands up, “How can you not see that, I’m in love with you!?” As the words left your mouth, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe. The room was silent aside from Nayeon’s sniffling, you ran a hand over your face as you looked at your best friend, “Look, Nayeon. I’m really sorry I…” Before you could finish your apology, Nayeon’s lips were on yours. She seemed to take all the air from your lungs as you melted into the kiss. When she pulled away, Nayeon couldn’t help but laugh at the dazed look in your eyes, “I guess we’re both blind to love when it’s staring us in the face.” You gave Nayeon a confused look that made her roll her eyes, “I’m in love with you too, Pabo.”

Jeongyeon

“No wonder you’ve been being weird!”

Yoo Jeongyeon wasn’t easy. But then again, when have you ever looked for easy. “Y/N. Y/N. Earth to Y/N!” You shook your head as you realized you had been staring at your best friend, Jeongyeon. She looked at you with concern as you sighed. “Sorry, Jeong. I’m just a little distracted.” Jeongyeon let out a laugh, “It seemed a little more than that, Y/N. You were staring at me for a good five minutes,” Your best friend smiled as she reached over to ruffle your hair, “From the way you were looking at me I could have sworn you must be in love with me.” Your eyes widened as you cleared your throat awkwardly, “What? No,” You pushed Jeongyeon’s shoulder playfully, “you’re crazy, Yoo.” However, Jeongyeon just rolled her eyes and turned away from you. You wanted to facepalm, ‘I’m such an idiot! There’s no way she doesn’t know I love her.’ Suddenly you felt Jeongyeon turn to face you again, her eyes wide as she looked at you, “What did you just say?” You blinked as you stared at her, “Please don’t tell me I said that out loud.” You suddenly felt the urge to cry as tears began to fill your eyes and you wanted to get as far away from Jeongyeon as fast as possible. “Y/N wait.” Jeong grabbed your wrist and pulled you back onto the bed making you lose your balance and fall on her, “Jeong…” But before you could stop her, Jeongyeon’s lips were on yours, your eyes widening before leaning into the kiss. Your guy’s breaths were labored as you pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other’s. “I love you too.” You wanted to say more but, Jeongyeon had pulled you into another kiss and you knew. She really did love you too.

Momo

“Doesn’t this mean we kiss now?”

Momo could be oblivious. And apparently so could you. You yawned as your eyes began to blur the text in front of you, “This was a stupid idea.” You groaned as you looked at the time on your phone, Momo would be here any minute now and the anticipation was starting to kill you. You had come early in the morning to put your concessfession of love for your best friend, at her locker: eight red carnations (one for each year the two of you had known each other). And the longer you sat in the library by yourself your nerves were starting to get the better of you, until a pair of hands came from behind and covered your eyes, “Guess who?” You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you breathed in, “Let me guess…Momoring?” Your best friend laughed as she pulled her hands away from your eyes and took the seat next to you, your eyes still focused on the textbook, “You’ll never guess what I found at my locker this morning.” Momo gushed as she sat back in her chair, a giddy smile on her face, “Someone likes me, Y/N!” A soft smile grew on your face as you flipped the page, “That’s great, Momo! Red carnations always seemed to bring out your eyes. Do you have any idea who it is?” There was a long pause before you finally looked up from the textbook to face your best friend, a look of disbelief on her face, “How did you know they were red carnations?” You felt your breath hitch as you looked around Momo to see that there were no flowers in sight, you immediately felt like you wanted to slap yourself, “Momo, wait. Before you say anything, I understand if you don’t feel…” The shrill sound of the bell cut you off as a defeated sigh left your lips, you refused to look at the girl beside you as you closed your textbook and picked up your bag, when you were pulled back by your wrist and a quick peck was placed on your cheek. Your jaw dropped as your hand flew up to touch the spot Momo had just kissed, your eyes meeting Momo’s as a heavy blush set on both your cheeks. Momo let out a light laugh as she began heading towards her class, “I’ll see you after class, Y/N-chan. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Sana

*Internally gay panicking*

Sana was the sweet talker of the two of you. But today, it seemed like you had her tongue tied. You and Sana walked in silence as the April breeze carried the scent of the cherry blossoms blooming on the trees around the two of you. The sight could only be described as straight out of a fairytale, and Sana was the Princess to complete it. You didn’t know if it was the milk you had drank earlier or the courage that was bubbling in your stomach, but either way you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You were a few paces behind your best friend as you looked down and spoke, “Satang, I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a long time.” You let out a breath as you continued, “I like you. Like a lot, and way more than just a friend. Dare I say I’m in love with you.” You squeezed your eyes shut as you braved yourself to finally look back at Sana, a confused look on her face as she stared at you before taking an earbud out of her ear, “What did you say, Y/N?” You felt your mind go blank as your heart sank in your chest, “Um...I said I have to go, my mom called.” Sana gave you a smile as she pulled you into a hug, “Okay, call me when you get home. See you tomorrow!” You gave her a small wave as you began backtracking the way you had come, ‘I’m so stupid!’ You sighed in defeat when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, it was from

Sana: I heard you, you Aho. And I like you too <3.

You felt a smile break out on your lips as your heart swelled in your chest, ‘Huh, I guess fairy tales really do have happy endings.’

Jihyo

“I can't believe you remembered.”

Jihyo was like the universe. And you were lost in space. You have been hopelessly in love with your best friend for years, since it seemed humanly impossible to not fall for, Park Jihyo. But, even through the years you had never plucked up the courage to ask her, until the two of you had stumbled upon a flash mob proposal in a mall, Jihyo saying how she always dreamed of a big show as a confession of love. So with that in mind, your plan was finally in motion. “Y/N. Y/N.” Jihyo waved a hand in front of your face as she brought you back to reality, “Are you doing okay? Your hand is shaking.” Your eyes widened as you pulled your hand away from hers, shaking off your nerves, “What? Must have been a breeze. Can we get going? There’s something I really want to show you.” You shot a smile at your best friend as she let you pull her through the aquarium, going past various exhibits until you stopped at a large tank filled with various fish and plants. You quickly looked at Jihyo as you spotted two fish chasing each other in the tank, before pointing them out to her, “Hyo, look at that!” You drew her attention away from the divers that you could see in your peripheral, ‘The moment of truth.’ You looked at the opposite end of the tank when you felt Jihyo poke your shoulder, “Y/N, look! They’re waving at us.” You looked to the divers who were now in front of the two of you, holding a rolled banner in their hands. As they started to open it up, a crowd began to gather to see what was going on; when you suddenly felt Jihyo drop your hand.

The banner read: Hey, Hyo. I didn’t know how else to tell you I loved you, but I have for a long time. Will you be my girlfriend? -Y/N.

While she was distracted a lady that worked there quickly ran over to give you a bouquet of flowers to give, when Jihyo finally looked at you; tears in her eyes. You took a breath to calm your racing heart, “Park Jihyo. You have been my best friend for years and frankly I’ve been crazy in love with you from almost the first day we met. And, until the day we saw that proposal in the mall I had no idea how to tell you until now.” You gave Jihyo a small smile, “So. Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” The tension in the air was almost suffocating until Jihyo finally answered, “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Y/N, took you long enough.” You let out a laugh, which was silenced when Jihyo suddenly pulled you into a kiss. Rounds of applause sounded as the onlookers cheered for the two of you, your foreheads resting against each other as you pulled away, “Well lucky for you, Hyo. I’m done waiting.

Mina

“Wanna stay the night?”

Midnight confessions were always the best kind of confessions. You couldn’t put your finger on what exactly felt off, but even with how familiar the situation was, something just felt wrong. Your head rested on your best friend’s stomach as she ran her fingers through your hair, something she had always done when you couldn’t sleep as she hummed an old Japanese lullaby. “Want to talk about it?” Mina asked softly as she continued running her fingers through your hair. “I don’t know if I can, Minari,” you closed your eyes as you let out a sigh, “I know I can trust you with my life, but I can’t seem to tell you how much I love you. What is wrong with me!?” You ran a hand over your face as you sighed again, not noticing how Mina’s hand had stopped midway through your hair. Your words ringing in her ears as it seemed as though you hadn’t noticed you said it. It wasn’t until her silence became more quiet than usual did you sit up to face her, noticing how her eyes were wide as she looked at you. “Are you okay?” Concern clear in your voice as Mina swallowed. “You love me, Y/N?” You felt your heart drop as Mina’s soft words seemed to slap you in the face, “W...what?” Mina pursed her lips, “You said it earlier. You really love me.” You squeezed your eyes shut hoping you were just in a bad dream, but Mina was still there when you opened them, “I’m not going to deny what I said,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, “because, yes. I...I do love you, Mina. I have for a long time.” You gave her a small smile as you waited for her response, but instead of words, you felt Mina’s arms around you as she pulled you to lay down. Your head on her chest, as her heartbeat thumped in your ears. Before you could ask what she was doing, you felt her place a kiss on your head as she whispered, “Get some sleep, Y/N. I don’t need my girlfriend getting bags under her eyes because I kept her up all night.” You felt as if your jaw dropped at her words before responding, “Trust me, Mitang. Having bags under your eyes would be the least of your worries if I kept you up all night.” Mina blushed as she slapped you playfully, “Don’t push your luck tonight, L/N.” You chuckled as your eyes began to close, “I don’t need to push my luck, Myoui. I’m already the luckiest girl in the world.”

Dahyun

“Finally!”

You had loved Dahyun for a long time. And it seemed she had loved you too. The two of you were sitting on opposite sides of your bed as Dahyun continued to pout, “Come on, Y/N-ah. Why can’t you just tell me?” You crossed your arms, “‘Cause. It’s a secret.” Your best friend copied your pose and crossed her arms as well, “But, we’re best friends, we have no secrets! And I let you keep it a secret for four years. Please just tell me.” You huffed, “Fine. I’ll let you guess.” Dahyun smiled as she pursed her lips in thought, “Is it...Nayeon Unnie,” You shook your head, “Jeongyeon Unnie, Momo Unnie, Sana Unnie? Oh, Jihyo Unnie?” You let out a laugh as you shook your head, “No, no, no, and very funny, but no.” Dahyun raised an eyebrow, “Mina Unnie? Chaeyoung? Tzuyu?” You once again shook your head ‘no’ making Dahyun lay back on your bed in thought, “But, if it’s not any of them. That only leaves…” Realization seemed to hit Dahyun as you rubbed the back of your neck, “Yeah. Are you mad?” Dahyun blinked as she looked back at you, a smile forming on her lips, “Y/N-ah, how could I be mad? I’ve listened to you be smitten over this ‘girl’ for four years and I find out that my crush likes me back, of course I’m not mad.” As you listened to Dahyun’s words your eyes widened, “Are you saying?” Dahyun nodded as she smiled, “Yes, Y/N. I like you too.”

Chaeyoung

“The little things, huh?”

The pun was coincidental. But falling for Chaeyoung was not part of the plan. Your thoughts seemed to race faster than you could process them as you looked around the school in search of your best friend. Unsurprisingly finding Chaeyoung in the art room, her back facing the door as she doodles in the sketchbook in front of her. “Son Chaeyoung.” You deepen your voice to imitate the school’s principal, making her jump. “Y/N!” You laughed as you pulled out the chair beside her as she slapped your arm, “You made me mess up my drawing.” Chae pouted as you poked her cheek, “Pouting doesn’t work anymore, Chaengie. I’m immune.” A proud smile on your face as Chaeyoung continued to pout, your facade fading, making her smile, “Ha! I win! No one can refuse my pout.” You rolled your eyes as a nervous look began to creep out into your face, Chaeyoung noticing it in an instant, “Y/N? Are you okay?” You sighed as you decided to just bite the bullet, “I don’t know why, but I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and I realized. I really need to appreciate the small things in life and take chances while I have them. So,” you purse your lips as you look into your best friend’s eyes, “that’s why I’m gonna finally just spit it out. I like you a lot, Chae. And it’s way more than just a friend.” You let out a breath as Chaeyoung looked you in the eyes, a smile on her lips, “Really? You just had to start off with ‘the little things’.” You laughed as Chaeyoung pulled you by the collar of your shirt and into a kiss, silencing you. “Pabo.” You chuckled as Chae pulled you in again. “But, you’re my, Pabo.”

Tzuyu

“Promise me.” (Whoops, my finger slipped)

Tzuyu has been your best friend since you had met that day in the classroom. And now you hoped this wouldn’t be where it ended. It was a week before graduation and the butterflies of finally being free weren’t the only thing filling your stomach. You had been planning the way you would finally confess to your best friend, Tzuyu, for months and you wanted to take your chance before she left for Korea, to chase her dreams. So now you were left with your own thoughts as you waited in the now empty Chemistry class where the two of you had met on the first day of school, four years ago. Your heart seemed to beat out of your chest as the door to the room began to open, revealing the gorgeous face of your best friend. Tzuyu looked around the room to see that all the tables were pushed to the side as you stood in the center of the room, a bouquet of purple hibiscuses in your hand, “Hey, Tzu.” You set down the flowers before reaching down to your phone on a chair as you started playing a slow song, extending your hand to her, “Care to dance?” Tzuyu looked at you in surprise before tentatively taking your hand as you pulled her into a slow rhythm, you took a deep breath before looking her in the eyes, “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” The girl in your arms raised an eyebrow at you but nodded, “Four years ago we met in this classroom and have been best friends ever since. But, four years ago I also fell in love with the shy girl in this classroom and kept my feelings to myself till life finally kicked me in the ass to confess. And I’m here to say that, I’m head over heels for you, Tzumong.” At your confession, Tzuyu suddenly stopped. Hurt evident on her face, “Y/N. I’m so sorry,” the hope in your eyes began to fade as you felt your heart sink, “but I can’t accept your confession. When I leave for Korea I can’t ask you to uproot everything you’ve worked so hard for here, just to watch me chase a dream. I couldn’t live with myself if I did that to you.” You and Tzuyu both had tears brimming in your eyes as she placed a kiss on your forehead, “But, I need you to promise me something, Y/N.” You nodded, “Anything.” Tzuyu let out a breath, “Promise me, you won’t wait.” You bit your lip to distract yourself from the pain of your heart breaking, “I can’t make promises I know I won’t keep. But don’t worry about me and go chase your dream.” Tzuyu’s lip wobbled as she wrapped you into a tight hug, tears soaking your shirt. Her voice shook as she pulled away and headed for the door. A longing look in her eyes as she looked back at you, “In another life, Y/N, I promise: I’ll love you too.”