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tbzhub · 7 months

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Just Go Fuck Him

Pairing: photographer!Lee Hyunjae x afab!reader

Summary: Hyunjae moves back into his childhood home and old feelings and memories come up.

Warnings: MDNI, reader has scars, brief mention of childhood trauma, brief mention of surgeries, flashbacks, a smidge negative self-talk, hyunjae is the rizzler, smut... creampie, pet names, yada yada

Rating / Genre: M, neighbor au, childhood crush au, fluff?, slight angst (it’s really not THAT bad), lots of pining

WC: 8K (2K+ words for the smut scenes)

Artist Note: @everynewiee Enjoy! Special thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this and giving me the best fucking commentary. You're a gem and I probably would not have posted this if you hadn't stroked my ego. Love youuuuuu. If there's a typo I'll get to it eventually

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The living room was quiet in its typical offputting fashion as you sat around with your parents; no one saying anything as there were no conversations to be had and nothing playing on the television since no one would pay attention anyway, a phone captivating its user as everyone sat in their respective places. Any interaction at this point would feel almost disrespectful and annoying, disrupting the usual routine of your and your parent’s day.

Your favorite place to cocoon was on the right side of the sofa, wrapped in a plush blanket while you doom-scrolled until you eventually needed to walk the dogs. This is how your days were spent since your college graduation, making your parents the only ones on the block who weren’t empty nesters. Maybe that explained why you never went out— there was no one to go out with. Everyone else seemed to blossom rapidly, moving away and starting lives too hectic to return to their childhood homes on a regular basis while you sat at home, wrapped in blankets, feeling left behind.

Feeling left behind wasn’t inherently a negative thing, though— and it wasn’t really a feeling either. Acknowledgment: that’s what you’d describe this part of your life as— the acknowledgment of being a late bloomer, the acceptance of being the last flower waiting to bloom. The last person to leave the nest, as some would say, and that fact was totally okay with you because, in truth, it was okay for you to spend your days the way you pleased. There was no reason to run out and chase after what everyone else was doing just to keep up, to avoid loneliness at the risk of getting hurt.

Maybe it wasn’t just an acknowledgment; perhaps being a flower that’s yet to bloom guaranteed safety from a world so wide with new people who didn’t know you and old people who’d changed so much that you didn’t know them at all. You certainly weren’t close with anyone that you’d grown up with, and when you’d run into them at the odd holiday party that you were forced to attend, that fact was always highlighted awkwardly and sometimes painfully. There’s something to be said about standing silently in a circle full of adults that you used to run around outside with as a child, as wild stories are passed around, and accomplishments are one upped by additional accomplishments. You’ve watched enough cliques coalesce in real time, cliques that you were a part of as a child but somehow couldn’t squeeze into as an adult… and to say the least, it gets old. Thus, you cocooned, you doom-scrolled, and you became content with the silent life you’d curated with your parents.

So the living room is as quiet as it always was, and the day would drone on as it always did, and you’d be just fine not rocking the boat until it was time to go to bed and do it all over again tomorrow.

But sometimes the boat needs to be rocked, and the loud knock that’s heard does the trick in making your mom flinch in her seat, and your father crane his neck to the rather unexpected sound.

You, on the other hand, do not react because a knock at the door— regardless of how foreign, is never for you. The shifting of your parents getting out of their seats and the creaking of the floorboards underneath their feet does nothing to pull you away from your phone because, again, no one is knocking on the door for you, and you’d never entirely inherited your nan's natural curiosity.

It’s not until your mom comes back into the living room with her head peeking out from behind the foyer wall as she calls out your name that you finally get up from your favorite spot on the couch. The action is done begrudgingly, but your mom swears someone is here to visit you, and her smile is vast, so at the very least, you would appease your mom and be polite.

The thing about people-pleasing was that you never knew where you’d end up. You could set out to be polite to some unexpected guest to appease your mother and end up staring face-to-face with your childhood fucking crush. This wasn’t hypothetical; this was actually happening, and you were currently wearing drab black sweatpants.

He says hi first, hugging you at the front door as your parents invite him in for tea, and you stand there looking like a fucking idiot troll whose soul has just left their body. Specifically, you were internally screaming as you said hello and tried not to look like you were combing through your hair with your fingers.

“It’s been so long, Hyunjae. How’s your mom?” Your mom asks as she heads into the kitchen to start the kettle, and you look down at your hands as he responds to her.

He’s still just as polite as he used to be when you were kids, and that pisses you off.

“It’s so lovely of you to visit,” you hear your dad chime in, and you want to scowl because you felt quite the opposite. Who visits someone they haven’t spoken to in well over half a decade out of the blue without even a single warning? How were you the only person put off by this rogue visitation?

“I thought you were a travel photographer. What are you doing back here?” You ask, and really, you wish you could tell him to leave because this was too much, and you could feel the memories starting to stew inside your brain. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you looked up at his ever-charming smile, and all you wanted to do was flee to your room.

“I moved back. I missed home.”

Hyunjae’s return meant your parents weren’t the only non-empty nesters anymore, which should make you feel better about yourself, but it doesn’t. It makes you feel like a child again and not in a way that should feel safe or warm and fuzzy. It makes you remember your childhood with him as your next-door neighbor. It makes you remember your childhood in general, and it makes you remember all the shenanigans that the two of you got up to together. All the silly poems and doodles you’d write about him in your journal growing up start to whisper around in your mind. All the conversations you’d have in your backyards pull to the forefront of your brain. Core memories flash like you’re watching a synopsis of your life thus far when you close your eyes after turning in for the night.

You slowly began to remember just how easy it was for you to grow attached to the boy that lived next door…

Hyunjae was a few years older than you, but he was always sweet, unlike the boys his age who lived in the neighborhood. Even in your younger years, it was his kindness that really set him apart in your mind. He was one of the few older kids who played nicely with the younger kids instead of ditching or excluding them or stealing their toys.

When you fell and scraped your knee trying to ride a bike for the very first time without any training wheels, he was quick to run inside his house to get a bandaid and a small bag of ice. He had kissed your bandaid-covered knee in hopes that it would get you to stop crying, and at the time, you thought the gesture was ludicrous; he wasn’t a mom, so there was no way that he could have the ability to wipe away someone’s pain with the simple press of his lips.

That was the day that you learned it wasn’t just mothers who held such a magical power

So you were putting effort into your looks to walk the dogs now... Nothing crazy— just making sure your hair wasn’t frizzy and that your clothes weren’t wrinkled before you left the house. You hadn’t run into Hyunjae yet, but it was bound to happen, and you wouldn’t be caught off guard when it did.

The dogs were slower than usual to round the block this afternoon, but you didn’t mind, enjoying the album you were listening to as you admired the cotton candy-like clouds dashed across the beautiful pale blue sky. For someone who spent such a massive chunk of their time indoors, you really did appreciate being outside.

Apparently Hyunjae felt the same way. You saw him outside for the first time since he came back, sitting on his front porch with a camera in his hands as he presumably took shots of the sky above. This was perfect actually. You could skitter by unnoticed. With your headphones over your ears and a fancy digital camera concealing most of his face, there should be this shared agreement that deterred one from interrupting the other for the sake of exchanging pleasantries.

As you move closer, your house getting more prominent in your field of view, you’re reminded that dogs don’t give a fuck about made-up social contracts. Yours pull on their leashes to get to Hyunjae, one barking, and that’s enough to steal the man’s attention away from snapping the shutter.

Damn. Your streak of avoidance shattered.

He smiles when he sees it’s you and waves with the most earnest expression on his face, and for a brief moment, you forget how to walk like an able-bodied person, legs feeling like mush and mind going blank as his inviting eyes settle on you and your dogs.

“One foot in front of the other. Smile like a sane person. Don’t let him sense his sheer power over you.”

You repeat the mantra in your mind as you let your dogs pull you closer to him, nearing his front porch with bated breath and a weak smile. It's those wooden steps at the entrance of his house that get you, the ones that harbored far too many sweet core memories. As you sit beside him on the landing, you can’t help but think of every single time that you’ve sat here in the past.

“Hey,” He says, wrapping his arm around you briefly in a friendly, one-armed hug before he sets his fancy digital camera far away from the dogs’ reach.

Your hello is soft and shy, but you didn’t stutter at the physical touch, so you’d consider that a small win.

“So you came home just to take pictures of the sky?”

He snorts at your question, “I already told you why…

“I got tired of the world at large. Plus, there’s more than enough beauty around here. The familiar things deserve to be photographed, too.” He admits simply– as if the sentiment is genuine common knowledge. He’s smiling down at you, and for a second, maybe it was a delusion, but you honestly felt like he was talking about you specifically.

“Watch. I’ll show you what I mean.”

He reaches out for his camera and begins to snap pictures of your dogs, petting them and scratching behind their ears. One of your dogs must secretly be a Hyunjae simp because he can capture her dopey smile perfectly.

You silently watch as he goes through the pictures, his smile widening, and he leans close to show you the one that must have tugged at his heartstrings. It’s a picture of your dog, face cradled in Hyunjae’s large hand, her eyes practically shining with glee, and she has the cutest doggy smile to match.

You giggle, face breaking into perhaps its first genuine smile in such a long time. “This is perfect. I have to show Mom. I’d love a copy if you don’t mind?”

When you look up from the camera, you notice just how close you are, invading his personal space unwittingly, and a blush rises in your cheeks as you quickly lean away to create some tangible distance.

He only hums in agreement before shutting his camera off again and making eye contact with you. “I’ll send you a copy later tonight. Has your number changed?”

When you finally get home, your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and the spring in your step is undeniable. You let the dogs off their leashes and put away your headphones before practically skipping to your bedroom.

You flop on your bed, feeling weightless and energized from the crumb of interaction... This could become a problem, an addiction— could a person become addicted to another person? Regardless of the answer, you squealed in bed, covering your face in your hands as you let every single positive emotion flood through your body. Your legs kick in the air, and you feel giddy, high on the love and infatuation of a crush a decade in the making.

Oh, you were so fucking doomed. Hyunjae needed to either move away or express his intent to marry you as soon as possible because every feeling you’d shoved down had come back in full force, plus interest.

A knock on your bedroom door makes you freeze mid-tizzy, and as the door creaks open, it's your mom’s head that peeks into your room, and the smile that graces her lips looks nearly childlike. She wanted to gossip, you could tell.

“I saw you sitting over at the Lee’s. It’s been so long since I've seen you two sit outside on his porch steps like that.” She says, and immediately, your face goes blank. Any traces of giddiness is sucked right out of you in exchange for bashfulness.

Vibe ruined. You felt so exposed.

“What? I’m happy. You two used to be so close growing up, and he was such a sweet kid. It’s just nice to see…” she trails off before finally taking the hint and leaving you alone to writhe in your newfound angst and embarrassment.

Your mom was right, though. You spent ample time on the Lee’s front porch growing up.

When everyone had gotten old enough to where the playing field was level, and the neighborhood kids could all get off the school bus together, it was common to hang out in a large group after school. Sometimes, this entailed sitting around and talking. Still, most of the time, this led to adventuring around the block and getting into what could only be labeled as dumb, child-appropriate shenanigans.

It didn’t take long for you to bow out of these afternoon activities in exchange for seclusion, sat at your front door doing your homework, reading a book, or maybe drawing. You didn’t want to partake in what everyone else was doing.

Hyunjae had been the one to start the unspoken tradition by randomly sitting on his porch one day instead of running out to play with everyone else. You noticed him outside, but your head is inside a book about horses, and frankly, what someone else did on their porch was none of your adolescent business.

But that day, he called you over, asking if you wanted to sit with him, and when you explained that you were reading a book, he was quick to respond, saying the same thing.

“We don’t have to talk. Just sit next to me.” That was his persuasive pitch, and it worked.

That day, you sat side by side on his front porch steps, one reading a picture book about horses and the other reading a Spiderman comic book. When he noticed you struggling to sound out an unfamiliar word, he broke the comfortable silence to help you.

That's how it started, the many sessions of keeping each other company on his wooden steps. That’s probably the true catalyst of your friendship, him calling you over and you obliging his request, sitting side by side on wooden steps instead of running around with the other neighborhood kids.

Gradually, this evolved from a mini reading club to you bringing art supplies over to paint together, him helping you with your math homework when it got tough, or even him simply reading a chapter of his library books to you with your head laid against his shoulder, eyes closed as you pictured the fictitious world that Hyunjae was describing to you.

The Lee’s front porch steps slowly became a second home to you, and as you both grew up, experiencing life in new and complicated ways, sometimes the only thing that helped you get by was sitting on those steps with Hyunjae by your side.

The coming days felt slow; your typical routine of couch cocooning left you unsatisfied, and you found yourself counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until you could walk your dogs outside. Which was silly because you were a grown adult; you didn't need to find an excuse to go out… but you did want an excuse to run into Hyunjae again.

Which again— you were a grown adult, and you could take life by the balls and knock on his front door, say hi, and invite yourself in. You weren't going to do that, but at the very least, you acknowledged that plan as a viable option: baby steps and all that.

In your defense, though, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself, and you were scared. So much has changed over the years since you’d last appropriately spoken. You had so many unanswered questions, and you felt like the elephant in the room, the elephant that you’d birthed, still hadn't been addressed… You didn’t think that you’d earned the right to rogue, unannounced visitations in the same way that Hyunjae did.

As of right now, you are settling on the waiting game. Hyunjae sent you the picture of your dog, just as he’d promised, but you haven't seen him outside since. At this point, the ball was in the universe’s court, and you hoped to be favored kindly.

Today, you decided to bring your pinning to a different location, settling on cleaning your bedroom instead of wistfully thinking about Hyunjae as you stared out your living room windows. You would give your room a real deal deep clean; organize and clean out your closet, vacuum, feather dust, wipe down your bedroom windows, and toss out anything that hadn’t been used in three years— the works.

You were moving through these tasks with music on blast, shimmying and singing along while you harbored a spray bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. No area was safe for dirt or dust in your room. You were intent on cleaning until your room was interior design magazine-level spotless, and the next inanimate victim was your window. You pushed back the curtains and drew the blinds to reveal the dusty glass pane.

Wow, this should get done more often.

You attacked the window pane with cleaning spray and started wiping, swaying to the beat of the bass-heavy song that played through your speakers, and soon you're doing more dancing than wiping. You get lost in the song, singing into the window as if you were in a music video as you run the cleaning cloth over the glass like it was a prop.

Then you notice Hyunjae standing in his bedroom window, and you halt. How long had he stood there? How much of your theatrics had he witnessed? You remove your hand from the glass, and your face twists up in humiliation.

He crosses his arms, eyebrows arching upwards, but the rest of his expression seems impassive before he finally bursts into a fit of laughter, causing you to do the same. Your embarrassment dissipates as he claps his hands to applaud you for such a lovely showcase, and you playfully bow.

This moment wasn’t the first time that one of you has gotten caught being weird in the recesses of your bedrooms by the other, but it’s been so long that you can’t help but giggle. Some things really don’t change, and you’re glad that, at this point, getting caught by Hyujnae feels the same way as it did when you were younger. No judgment, just a short shock of embarrassment followed by playfulness and laughter shared between good friends.

Hyunjae’s been back home for over a month now, and you were still… dragging your feet when it came to acknowledging the obvious. You were being stubborn, and you were starting to annoy your mother. She, so badly, wanted to play matchmaker. Yet, you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, insisting for the nth time that you did not like Hyunjae and that he did not like you. She’d roll her eyes and drop the matter, but she always muttered something under her breath. Then you’d act like you didn't hear, just like she’d act like you hadn’t spewed such a bald-faced lie.

You did like him, though. You more than liked him, and that’s what startled you most. To want someone in so many ways... The concept was so new to you, and Hyunjae made pining over him refreshing.

There were parts of it that were innocent and parts that felt like carnal desire. You wanted to talk to Hyunjae every day like you used to— to spend time with him every day, just like when you were kids. There was this familiarity in his presence that was soothing, and yet most days, he left you feeling drunk off the feelings and needs that you’d developed for him.

He was sweet, and he made you laugh, but at his baseline? Hyunjae was a flirt that left you flustered all the time.

It’s the looks he gives you, the curve at the corner of his lips when he’d notice you short-circuit from one of his sly compliments, or the intense eye contact he’d give you while you spoke. It was the way he’d playfully nudge you as you sat beside him on his porch steps, and it was most definitely the cheeky smile he'd flash at you when he was jogging around the block with his shirt off. With all of that, you were starting to look at him differently, and you found yourself appreciating him in ways that you’d never paid attention to before.

When had he gotten so irresistibly attractive? Has he always been this undeniably sexy?

He’d gotten stronger, bulkier. It only took a few shameless glances in his direction while he was outside, gearing up for a run, to notice just how toned he was. His back muscles were lean. His arms looked so firm… like he could protect you with them or wrap them around you as he drilled nothing but raw pleasure into your body. The thought alone made you shiver, and it was becoming damn near impossible to look at him in a friendly way. Exceptionally not with his lips so perfectly crafted. He had lips that could easily hypnotize you— and they did often. You’d try your hardest to focus on his words just to fantasize about how sweet and kissable his lips were.

Right now, you were stuck between reality and a daydream as you stood outside listening to Hyunjae speak. You’d crossed paths as he was coming in from a late evening jog, and you were heading out to walk the dogs. You watched the way his tongue ran along his bottom lip slowly, and then your eyes began to trail down past his bare chest. Before you could fall deeper into your thoughts, heat spread across your chin, and your face got tilted upward for you to meet Hyunjae’s gaze.

“Like what you see?” He guesses, calling you out playfully, and your reaction time is slow to it all.

You barely register getting caught as you focus on the sudden physical contact, the way his hand cups your chin firmly, and the warmth that his fingers provide to your skin. His touch lingers as you stare up at him with a facial expression displaying nothing but need. How could such a simple gesture cause you to buckle so intensely? If you tried to speak right away, you might let out a moan.

You have to take a step back to regain your composure, and your hand tightens around the leash that you're holding.

Fuck.

For a moment, you’d even forgotten all about your dogs. They needed a walk, and here you were eye fucking Hyunjae outside his childhood home. Your words are mumbled and short as you try to slink away, stepping to the side to get around him on the sidewalk.

“My bad.”

That’s all you could say. It was the lamest thing to come out of your mouth in a while, but your dogs could be your escape from such an awkward situation.

His hand grabs your wrist, though, stopping you from completing one of your little vanishing acts. You can barely hear him over your rapidly beating heart. All you can make out is that he’ll text you when to come over, and there's something else about going for a drive.

Hyunjae kept taking casual side glances your way while you sat together in his car. No one was talking, and you could tell he was gearing up to say something ridiculous. The smirk that graced his mouth was your leading indicator, and the suspense killed you. The lull in your conversation only heightened your anticipation as you tried to relax into the passenger seat, sitting silently and with thick tension.

“You never answered my question, you know.” His words come out so nonchalant that you nearly misunderstand him.

But you could play coy, too, so you take a long sip from your drink to keep him waiting.

“Hm?”

The eye roll he gives you is comical and dramatic, and he feigns offense as his hand covers his heart.

“You forgot that fast? Wow, dude. Check me out, and then forget all about it. I feel used.” Even as the words pass his lips, he’s smiling, his eyes creasing, and the rise of his cheekbones are very telling. Hyunjae just loved to see you squirm in the hot seat.

“I don’t know what— did you just call me dude?” His phrasing finally registers, and you scoff. Was this a date, or did you just get painfully friendzoned?

His eyebrows quirk upward, and the smirk along his lips turns devilish momentarily as he hums, eyes intently on your own.

“I’m sorry. Would you prefer something more forward? I could call you baby… there's also babe, angel, sunshine. Buttercup if we’re feeling frisky. Darling is a favorite of mine, but anything’s on the table, really.”

Your nose scrunches up at his blatant teasing. The man was straight up toying with your emotions. “Just f-forget about it.”

“Whatever you say, Sweetheart.”

His words bounce around the car before striking straight through you. The cup in your hand clatters clumsily into its holder as you drop it.

So much for keeping it cool.

“Ooooh, so that’s the one. I’ll remember that.” He says through a chuckle and a smug grin as he reclines further in his seat.

“You know you didn’t have to bring me all the way out here to tease me. You were doing a pretty good job from the comfort of your own home.”

You tried to sound dry and aloof, but you started to buzz with anticipation. The feelings that you’d kept hidden, albeit poorly, would be pushed and prodded to the surface, thanks to Hyunjae and his charming smile.

“That’s not why I brought you out here. I actually wanted to talk. I’ve missed you.” He admits, reaching out to touch your shoulder tenderly.

“Hyunjae. We’re neighbors. You see me every day.” You assert, facial expression going deadpan as you stare back at his unwavering flirtatious gaze.

He sighs at that, mind seeming to go to a faraway place before he speaks up again.

“It’s more than that. I miss how close we used to be. We haven’t hung out alone like this since the summer before my senior year of high school. It feels like decades have passed and…

“It felt like it happened out of nowhere. It was like one day, we were close. I’d say we were best friends, and then the next day, you woke up and decided that wasn’t the case anymore. Why? What did I do?”

There was a gleam of hurt in his eyes that caused your bottom lip to jut out as guilt struck you. Hyunjae was right. You were close. He was your favorite person, and you were his. He was ever-present throughout much of your life, and then you ghosted him. You could pinpoint the exact moment when things changed, and you’d decided to stop being his friend.

You were a teenager riddled with insecurities, and instead of talking to him about it— or talking to anyone for that matter, you’d made the conscious decision to become reclusive. You thought that you needed to detach from someone that you, for the longest time, considered was your one and only gift from the universe growing up.

You purse your lips together before opening your mouth to speak, but doubt settles and seeps into your bones. “I don’t know how to explain this without sounding dumb.”

Hyunjae shrugs, “Just say it. Dumb or not. We’ll piece everything together as a team.”

His eyes were soft, and his hand went to rest on your knee, giving you all the comfort and safety that you needed to explain yourself.

“Um… obviously, I have a crush on you, right? Like, let’s move past that fact fast.” You pause to read Hyunjae’s reaction, but he only gives you a small smile while his hand reaches for yours, lacing his fingers through your own.

“A-and… I guess I knew that even back then. I mean, yeah. I had a huge fucking crush on you back then. Oh god, it was bad. It's just as bad as it is now, honestly. But when we were in high school, I started developing all these insecurities. I started noticing that other girls looked different from me. They didn’t grow up getting used to the hospital like I did. They didn’t have these long surgical scars on their legs like mine. You remember that part of my life, right? Your mom let you visit me after my first surgery when I was super young.”

Somewhere along the way, you shifted in your seat to stare out the window as you spoke, unable to hold eye contact and show vulnerability simultaneously.

“I didn’t realize it then because I was so young… I just wanted to feel better, but my body was branded with all this trauma. The scars on my thighs documented it all. It was hard going to gym class. The locker room was awful; I’d feel so insecure, and then I’d have to think about you constantly. All the girls knew you, and they’d talk about how hot you were. All. The. Time. And because I was your best friend, they’d ask me about you all the time. I was ‘popular’ but only because they wanted something from me. I couldn’t deal with it. All these beautiful girls with perfect, flawless skin constantly asked me about the guy that I’d liked for so long.

“I could not deal with another school year being seen only as the gateway to Hyunjae. I spent that summer in my room crying and wishing that things were different. That I was different, that I'd wake up and these scars would be gone. That I could finally get the guy that I’d wanted for so long… Obviously, that never happened. So I thought that if I put you and our friendship behind me, maybe I could, at the very least, move on because why would a guy like you want someone so far from perfect.”

You did it. Hyunjae is finally caught up and no longer left in the dark. All that was left to do now was listen to his response. You feel firm hands grab at your waist, and you're awkwardly pulled out of your seat until you're straddling Hyunjae’s lap.

“Thank you for sharing all of this with me, but… is that what you really think? That I wouldn’t want you because of something like that?” He’s looking up at you with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, and all you can do is nod meekly.

“I hate that, you know. I hate knowing that you spent an entire summer crying, and I was right next door, and I didn’t know.” His hands fall to your thighs, squishing them in his hold gently as he processes all of this information.

“I can’t even joke about how down bad we’ve been for each other because right now I’m shocked.” He goes on, sighing heavily before chewing on his bottom lip.

“My mom raised me right. I can reassure you that I would never care about something like that. I know, all too well, how to appreciate and treat a good woman. You’ve always been beautiful to me, and you’ll continue to be. Always. No matter what. Those parts of you are gorgeous, too, because they’re a part of the bigger, breathtaking picture.

“I don’t want to miss out on any more time, okay?”

Before you can grace him with a response, his lips are on yours, and his hand is pressed against your back as he pushes your body closer to his.

It was the kind of kiss that made you realize just how lonely you’d been. Urgency and desire ran straight through your veins to pool at your center, and you felt like you were melting into the man below you. You could stay like this forever, straddling Hyunjae’s hips while your tongue collided beautifully with his. He kissed you like a thirsty man dying for a drink. Faint gasps leave your chest whenever he pulls away to breathe to dive back in and fuse his mouth with yours again.

So this is how Hyunjae’s lips feel. This is how it feels to be kissed by him.

You both become lost in the kiss, and his hands begin to roam. Warmth spreads across your lower back as one of Hyunjae’s hands snakes its way underneath your shirt to caress your skin, and a shiver flows up your spine. Your fingers tangle into his hair, anchoring yourself to this moment as your hips roll. That’s when you feel it.

“Oh.” You breathe out.

The tent in his pants nudges against you perfectly as you're coaxed into a steady grind by the firm hand pressed along your back.

“Feel good?” He asks, pulling away to look up at you with glossy lips and messy hair. Your nod is an eager one as you try to lean down, eyes closing as you search for his lips again while Hyunjae leans into you, pressing kisses to your neck instead.

You feel his free hand creep up to your thighs as you continue to chase after the friction his crotch provides. Your skirt slowly becomes bunched up, cool air hitting your thighs, and you freeze, shyness and insecurity washing over you.

“J-jae…” You stutter out in a whisper, grabbing his face in your hand to stop him from looking down.

There’s a look of understanding on his face, but you also see a glint of something else in his eyes. “Wanna come back to my place, Sweetheart? I can think of some ways to help you get comfortable.”

As promised, Hyunjae made you feel safe and comfortable. He asked for permission before peeling a new article of clothing away from your body each time. He litters soothing touches and gentle kisses to any freshly exposed skin as he gets you undressed fully. When you’re completely bare, he’s keen to comfort you, making a point of looking you in the eyes before sneaking a glance down to your chest briefly.

“Just focus on me, okay?” He says, voice as soft as cotton while his hand comes up to stroke the side of your face sweetly.

He leans back to take off his shirt, and even though you’ve seen him shirtless more than a handful of times, you can’t help the whine that leaves you. Your eyes trail down his toned torso and settle expectantly on his hands that fiddle with his jeans. You were about to learn something new about Hyunjae, and you were paying very close attention.

He was big, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip to stop the moan that tries to punch out of you. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as you stare blatantly at every part of him before your wide eyes finally lift to meet his gaze.

“It’ll fit.” He reassures smugly, and you roll your eyes at that.

“When did you get so cocky?” You sass through a tease as you're pushed backward onto his bedsheets.

“Don’t be jealous, Sweetheart. You’ll be full of cock soon.” He tosses back, causing you to shudder.

He hovers above you for a moment, caging your body in between his strong arms as he looks down at you with fondness in his gaze while he admires your beauty. He leans down to kiss you on the lips before moving down your body.

His lips press against every part of your body on his trek down your chest and past your stomach. When he gets to your thighs, he takes his time, closing his eyes as he kisses every spot, running his tongue along the blemishes that make you doubt yourself. He alternates his love and affection as he slots himself between your legs, nipping at one thigh before pressing a wet kiss to the other.

You feel weightless already. There's not an ounce of nervousness in your body as Hyunjae worships the parts of you that you thought you disliked the most. You felt cared for, cherished, and like you were the most enticing person in the world. The tingling sensations travel closer and closer to the apex between your thighs until you let out a gasp that quickly morphs into a whimper.

“Jae—

You're cut off by a moan as Hyunjae’s tongue swipes up your wetness in one languid motion, causing a jolt of pleasure to dash through your body. He hums into your pussy as he runs his tongue from side to side, parting your folds and tasting you hungrily before he slots your clit between his lips. You lurch forward, and he reaches one arm up to press you back into the bed, resting his hand on your stomach. He pushes your thighs farther apart with his free hand; his grip is tight around your thigh while he buries his face further into your pussy, tongue unrelenting as he sucks on your clit in tandem with the flicks of the wet muscle.

You didn’t know how to move through life after experiencing something life-altering like this. Hyunjae’s mouth made you feel unreal. His tongue could easily be labeled the 8th wonder of the world. All you could do was softly moan his name like you were reciting a prayer as he worked you over.

The bed dips as he shifts his positioning, stopping his ministrations for a minute, and when you look down, you notice just how drenched his chin is because of you, and you shyly close your legs.

“Y-you don’t have to contin—

He cuts you off by forcing your legs apart and looking up at you purposely while he settles between your thighs again.

“Why would you deny yourself something we both know you want?” He challenges, tongue sticking out to ghost over your glistening pussy, and the delicate warmth that the barely-there touch provides is enough to have you whining in need. You push his head back down, hoping he’ll just shut up and go back to town. He does, but not without having the last word.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he teases, words slurred as he tries to talk between sloppy licks. His tongue remains flat as he laps at your pussy to make you fall apart.

When you seem close, with moans flowing out of you ceaselessly, he sinks into you, tongue massaging your spasming walls as he fucks you with his mouth, and that’s all you need. Your face grows hot, and you start to quiver; your thighs begin to falter, and Hyunjae has to hold them steady with his large hands as your orgasm swallows you whole.

“Oh FUCK.”

You will never be the same. Your body throbs with pleasure, and you shake through the most powerful feeling that you’ve ever encountered in your life. You’re speaking only in incoherent babbles as Hyunjae continues to tongue fuck you until the sensation is far too much for your pussy, and you have to push him away. You look up at him breathlessly, eyes unable to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time as you come down from such an intense finish.

“God bless you, Hyunjae.” You finally say, still twitching from your nerves getting lit on fire.

“I take it I did pretty good, hm?” He points out with the cockiest grin while he wipes his chin, coating the back of his hand in your essence. His eyes drift away from your face to check you out, and his face melts into a genuine smile.

“Your body is perfect to me, by the way. Every single part of it. Every minor detail.” He reassures, voice coated in sincerity as he trails his hand along your thigh, thumb running across a faded scar.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you turn your face away from him, with a blush peppering your cheeks. “It’s your turn…” You add, letting your legs fall open for him.

“Our turn,” He corrects as he turns your face to look up at him.

“You ready, Sweetheart?” He asks while he hovers above you, and you can feel how warm and heavy he is against you, prompting you to nod your head yes.

Hyunjae sheathes himself inside you slowly, causing you to groan blissfully as your eyes fall closed. He feels so good. The stretch is just right, and as he buries himself deep inside you, it’s like you’re being split open, but in the best way. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you adjust to his girth and length. When you finally open your eyes, you're met with the sight of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“You okay, Darling?” You ask in a teasing whisper while you take in Hyunjae’s state. He looks tense, his teeth are abusing his bottom lip, and for shits and giggles, you clench around him and he hisses.

“You’re incredibly tight.” He says through gritted teeth before he exhales. He rears back, his eyes flutter closed for a moment, and you hear him curse under his breath.

“I-it’s like your pussy is choking my cock…” He mumbles before he leans down to kiss your neck and tries to press forward again. You hear him whimper softly, and it’s the most alluring sound you’ve ever heard, and it's all because of you.

“I feel good?”

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” He praises through a pant.

His hips start to roll against yours as he finds a steady pace to fuck you with, and soon his bedroom is filled with a mixture of moans and skin slapping against skin. His body weight presses you further into the bedsheets, and you feel like you’re being surrounded by love and warmth as every fantasy that you’ve ever had comes true.

Hyunjae’s strong body lays flush on top of yours, and his fingers lace through yours while he rocks into you harder with precise movements. His other arm goes under your body to tilt your pelvis upward as he begins hitting you at a new angle that pulls a cry out of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, needing him closer and deeper as you’re fucked into oblivion. Each powerful thrust has you sliding up the sheets, and your pussy clamps down on him whenever his cock drags out of you. You felt stuffed, filled to the brim, and you missed him when he reared back, leaving you nearly empty for half a second at a time.

Praises were mumbled against your skin while he plunged into you. You had the best pussy. You were doing a good job; you’re taking him so well. You felt incredible. Hyunjae’s words sent you to the edge, and all you could do was gasp and moan as you came undone. Your walls flutter and spasm as you arch your back, screaming his name out for the neighborhood to hear.

“J-Jae,” you whimper, lip trembling as Hyunjae molds your body to his fat cock.

“I know, Sweetheart… Relax and enjoy it.” He coos softly, coaching you through your second orgasm.

His hips don’t slacken; they do the opposite, speeding up as he hammers the sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly until something inside you snaps. You writhe underneath him, and your fingers tighten around his own as you fall into bliss. Hyunjae’s eyes are glued to your face as your mouth drops open, and a long, drawn-out groan leaves your body.

“That’s right, baby. Keep going.” He says through a grunt as he starts to chase his high.

He shifts, lifting you into his arms while his cock stays buried inside you. You're positioned upright, body going limp against his muscular thighs as he continues to drill into you, massaging your walls at a merciless pace. One large bicep stays wrapped around your waist, and his free hand snakes between you both to rub against your clit as if he could get you to cum a third time. You’re just a brainless lump of whimpers at this point as your head rests against his sweaty chest.

“I’m close, Sweetheart. I know you can do it again, come on, baby.” He pleaded, voice ragged as his thrusts turned desperate.

His moans get more prominent, and when you look up to meet his gaze, Hyunjae looks fucked out beyond belief, lips parted, and hair a disaster on top of his head. You muster up enough energy to kiss him on the lips, swallowing all his pretty noises and whimpering against his plush lips. You feel his hips stutter. Then heat spreads inside you, and you shake as he fills you with cum while you experience another earth-shattering orgasm.

You're both tired and sticky. The bed sheets are hardly halfway on the bed, twisted onto one side, but neither of you seems to care. You collapse onto the bare mattress with Hyunjae’s cock still hidden inside you. When he finally pulls out, your dripping pussy adds to the mess on his bed. He lays down beside you, immediately pulling you in for a cuddle.

“You’re going to stay here, right?” He asks, looking down at you with a hopeful gleam.

“Of course. Even if I wanted to go home, I couldn’t deal with a walk of shame right now. My legs don’t work. I’ll leave tomorrow afternoon when I have to walk the dogs.” You answer through a giggle.

#kvanity #lee hyunjae imagines #lee hyunjae #lee hyunjae x reader #the boyz oneshot #the boyz smut #lee hyunjae fic #lee hyunjae smut #the boyz imagines #tbz smut #tbz x reader #tbz drabbles #tbz imagines #tbz hyunjae #hyunjae smut

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I want to know more about the m9 artist au!! I remember reading a post or two about it a billion years ago (and would love to read them again) 💜

hi jess!!!! thank u for being interested hehe :")

so ever since i drew that lil thing of essek painting a frank stella inspired painting (or even before), ive been thinking of what kinds of art each of the m9 would do. essek ofc is inspired by a minimalist show that i went to here, all the big names from that movement were shown, but those really dark, sinkhole-like paintings are speaking to me. another artwork of boxes made of mirrors also seems like the thing he would do too

there's a kiln here that we visited which was huge, and surrounding it were artists' studios and some other ceramic sellers, i imagine the clay family having a place like this in the middle of nowhere amongst the trees, and caleb would do his work there

anyways because at heart im a shadowgast luver its centred around them,, they meet at an artist residency or something like that and its an incredibly slow burn that involves talking and not-talking and looking and not-looking. in the end i am but a simple wong kar wai fan so. that kinda vibes would definitely influence this, i would describe it as a quiet burning i guess?? time skipy and words that are not said

i think im gonna rant a bit more about their different mediums and styles so i'll keep it under the cut

i think caleb sculpts figures and portraits, but in a sad, kathe kollwitz charcoal vibe. maybe some funky looking animals, perhaps some pots and vases to look at the pretty glazes. he's interested in using fire to burn texture into different mediums, like ive seen it being used on shellac to make a really cool net of ink looking structure.. but yknow, just seeing the aftermath of glazed ceramic from the kiln is enough, and probably better for him to keep his distance anyways

the clay family produces most of the ceramic to sell, vases, pots, plates, cups, teapots, yknow just a whole array. and its really colourful too, depicting every family members different style. i think caduceus would do some matte glazes with a lot of different colours, theyre all a little wonky but theyre better off that way anyways. he does some really mean ink calligraphy and painting though

jester definitely does,, everything, whatever her heart desires kinda thang. she makes pastel textile installations and lighthearted cute paintings, but theyre always so contemplative and soothing. she gets m9 a lot of work cus her mom has connections, etc etc. i really love the idea of jester creating works that talk about the female body and femininity (definitely not projecting no)

beau is a printmaker and photographer who's really experimental, she loves cyanotypes and printing flowers (for yasha), idk she seems like she would put fabric and rocks into the washing machine to see what would happen. u would probably catch her in someone elses studio learning about what they do or in the library learning about what old people did

veth works in a museum as a curator, getting beau to help her sometimes with gathering artworks and artists etc. she probably organises community art projects for kids and public art installations. her house is full of m9's artworks and various other artists shes worked with.

yasha does bouquets as her post-retirement part time job, prior to that no one really knows what she did ("she probably murdered a bunch of people and is now hiding from the government"). fjord draws comics for fun but is also not a job for him, molly is a question mark for me. but these guys probably wont be in it as much anyways

im still not sure what format i wanna do this in, im actually having fun just writing it in my notebook now (digital does not facilitate the creative juices) but i do want to do some visuals like fake movie stills or storyboards. maybe they will work together well???? dunno. working on the other shadowgasty thing im doing made me realise how much easier it is to draw when there's a script already there, so im writing the script for myself

im definitely not as practiced in writing as i am in drawing, but idk im just gonna have some fun and see where that takes me, meanwhile try not to feel too bad that its fanart HAHA (very bad habit)

edit: i just saw my previous thoughts on beau being an art journalist, but i kinda like this better.. but maybe she can do both muah

#working tag for this ->#the kiln #honestly if u had any tips for writing #i'd love to hear..#i was insulted once on my writing and never wrote again HADHSFHF #oh and also emo smoking #that is somethng i want to draw more of

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thepictureofjune · 7 days

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The Tortured Poets Departement of schloss einstein

— relating songs to characters and relationships because in my eyes, everyone is a little sad

Hallo. Wilkommen. This is me trying to relate everything I somewhat like to my current obsession even if it does not fit at all because this is a kids show and the album is probably anything but relatable to a 12 year old, trying to find a treasure. But I tried and I tried explaining my choices. This is my very insane and over-dramatic interpretation, please just deal with me.

Disclaimer: hab versucht, mich möglichst auf Staffel 26 und 27 Charaktere zu begrenzen, hat aber (siehe literally erstes Beispiel) manchmal besser bei früheren Charakteren oder Beziehungen gepasst. Btw would love it if anyone could find people to relate the missing songs to. (my chronic rewatching kinda failed me in the end…)

Fortnight - Till und Martha (Staffel 23)

And for a fortnight there, we were forever Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary And I love you, it's ruining my life I love you, it's ruining my life I touched you for only a fortnight I touched you, but I touched you

For me this fits within the whole Martha Kasimir Till drama and obviously the somewhat enemies to lovers arc Martha and Till had going on. How probably liking Martha ruined Tills life more than it already was because when they kissed for the first time, she was still dating Kasimir and that, of course, ensured a lot of issues probably.

The Tortured Poets Department - Nesrin und Annika (Staffel 27!)

But you're in self-sabotage mode Throwing spikes down on the road But I've seen this episode and still loved the show Who else decodes you? And who's gonna hold you like me? And who's gonna know you, if not me? I laughed in your face and said "You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots" (...) Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be 'Cause we're crazy So tell me, who else is gonna know me?

We get introduced to them as these two best friends who are never really seen without each other. Annika knows Nesrin and Nesrin knows Annika and no one is ever going to get in between them, right? Because then it changes and we get the whole fight of Nesrin not really seeming to know Annika all that well anymore, them constantly fighting because maybe after all, all they had was the pranks they did together and what is their friendship beyond that? What is their friendship now?

Down Bad - Noah und Colin aus Noahs Sicht (Staffel 27 post 1062)

For a moment, I knew cosmic love Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym Everything comes out teenage petulance "Fuck it if I can't have him" "I might just die, it would make no difference" Down bad, wakin' up in blood Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up Fuck it if I can't have us I might just not get up, I might stay

Did you take all my old clothes Just to leave me here, naked and alone In a field in my same old town That somehow seems so hollow now? They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about The existence of you

I loved your hostile takeovers Encounters closer and closer All your indecent exposures How dare you say that it's— I'll build you a fort on some planet Where they can all understand it How dare you think it's romantic Leaving me safe and stranded 'Cause fuck it, I was in love So fuck you if I can't have us

So Noah kinda knows he likes Colin now, knows that he misses Colin but what if Colin doesn’t miss him? What if Colin already moved on? Nothing would make sense anymore. He lost his best friend and for what? Only to be alone in the end?

Because right now, for all Noah knows, Colin might still be mad at him.

So Long, London - Noah und Colin aus Colins Sicht (Staffel 27 post 1056)

I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift Pulled him in tighter each time he was driftin' away My spine split from carrying us up the hill Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe Thinkin', "How much sad did you think I had Did you think I had in me?" Oh, the tragedy

So long, London You'll find someone For so long, London Stitches undone Two graves, one gun I'll find someone And you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it My white-knuckle dying grip Holding tight to your quiet resentment And my friends said it isn't right to be scared Every day of a love affair Every breath feels like rarest air When you're not sure if he wants to be there You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the altar waitin' for the proof You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days And I'm just getting color back into my face I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place

But Daddy I Love Him - Julia Sponer (Staffel 25 u 26)

Too high a horse for a simple girl To rise above it They slammed the door on my whole world The one thing I wanted Now I'm runnin' with my dress unbuttoned Scrеamin', "But, Daddy, I love him I'm havin' his baby" No, I'm not, but you should see your faces I'm tellin' him to floor it through thе fences No, I'm not coming to my senses

This one is mainly for the dramatics of the song, of playing the part and of Julia wanting to take a path (acting) that is usually not really met with great immediate success.

Fresh Out The Slammer - Lucky und Paulina (Staffel 11 u 12)

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels Handcuffed to the spell I was under For just one hour of sunshine Years of labor, locks, and ceilings In the shade of how he was feeling But it's gonna be alright, I did my time Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you Frеsh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches Toss the ashes off the ledge As I said in my letters, now that I know better I will never lose my baby again

Give me one couple in the entirety of Schloss Einstein that screams Partners in Crime better than they do. (also give me one modern character that would be looked at like a criminal - they don’t do them like that anymore)

Florida!!! - Joyce Simon (Staffel 24 u 25)

Little did you know your home's really only A town you're just a guest in So you work your life away just to pay For a time-share down in Destin (...) The hurricane with my name when it came I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine Well, me and my ghosts, wе had a hell of a time Yes, I'm hauntеd, but I'm feeling just fine

One character who never quite seemed to feel at home, who had a friend and still fled the country, who has never had a home because family was always foreign.

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? - Joshua Hockenbrink (Staffel 27)

The who's who of "Who's that?" is poised for the attack But my bare hands paved their paths You don't get to tell me about "sad" (...) Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream "Who's afraid of little old me?" You should be The scandal was contained The bullet had just grazed At all costs, keep your good name You don't get to tell me you feel bad Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one morе joke Then we could all just laugh until I cry (...) So tell me everything is not about me But what if it is? Then say they didn't do it to hurt me But what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said? That I'll sue you if you step on my lawn That I'm fearsome and I'm wretched and I'm wrong

A birthday party organized simply to taunt him, the usually slightly mean behavior that drives everyone away and makes you think he is nothing more than rude, nothing more than a villain. But he’s also the boy that seems to want nothing more than to find a place that accepts him.

loml - Leon und Io aus Leons Sicht (Staffel 27 post 1064)

We embroidered the memories of the time I was away Stitching, "We were just kids, babe" I said, "I don't mind, it takes time" I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed I've felt a glow like this never before and never since (...) You holy ghost, you told me I'm the love of your life You said I'm the love of your life About a million times Who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate (...) I wish I could unrecall How we almost had it all Dancing phantoms on the terrace Are they second-hand embarrassed That I can't get out of bed

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - Massuda Phanit (Staffel 26 u 27)

I can read your mind "She's having the time of her life There in her glittering prime The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night" I can show you lies 'Cause I'm a real tough kid I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did Lights, camera, bitch, smile Even when you wanna die Breaking down, I hit the floor All the piеces of me shatterеd as the crowd was chanting, "More" I was grinnin' like I'm winnin' I was hittin' my marks I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day

Massuda is glitter, she is smiles in the camera, she is organizing parties and loud music and dancing and…She is also the parents that don’t accept her if she doesn’t have good grades. She is also the one who has to hide her true self whenever her parents turn up.

Clara Bow - Marlon to Simon (Staffel 27)

"You look like Clara Bow In this light, remarkable All your life, did you know You'd be picked like a rose?" I'm not trying to exaggerate But I think I might die if it happened Die if it happened to me No one in my small town Thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan Take the glory, give everything Promise to be dazzling

This might seem a wee bit crazy but hear me out! Marlon likes Nesrin but he also thinks Nesrin likes Simon. And he knows Simon is probably better at this whole liking someone and flirting with them thing that he will ever be because after all, he’s just the kid with the star bread.

— june🪐

(the anthology comes in a separate part bcs else this is too long to read - it already prob is)

#schloss einstein

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Flowers | Seo Changbin

Seo Changbin x fem!reader

office au, colleagues to lovers, friends to lovers, fluff, secret admirer sorta stuff

warnings: some swearing, a few suggestive remarks, bit of alcohol use but not main two love interests, that's it I believe, as always lmk if I missed anything

word count: 5.1k

in which: someone leaves flowers and notes at your desk, you're not sure who it is but there is one guy you're hoping it to be

a/n: based specifically on this cute flower almanac thing I found, I'll put a pic below. This is pretty much just me trying to daydream and romaticise my shitty 9-5 tbh, anyway, enjoy!

Skz masterlist

You were certain you were the only person in the world who actually liked Mondays. You were shocked, at first, when you found yourself actually looking forward to getting up and going to work. It was, after all, just a regular office job. What could ever make this exciting? You always used to ask yourself.

But that all changed the day the flowers started appearing.

Every Monday morning, when you got to your desk, you found some sort of flower laying on your desk. Sometimes it was a rose, sometimes a tulip, other times a carnation. But it was always accompanied by a post-it note with words of motivation or a compliment. The notes continued throughout the week, always leaving a smile on your face, the words written with such precision to try and make it harder for you to find out who exactly was leaving them.

This Monday morning was no different as you picked up the lily that was placed on your desk, reading the note that was beside it. 'You're not here at the time I'm writing this note, but I already know you look pretty today, you always do.' You couldn't help but smile at the note as you felt your cheeks warm slightly at the words of affection.

"Another flower from mystery loverboy?" Felix asked as he sat down at his desk beside you. "What's it say today?" You handed him the note, not even looking at him as you twirled the flower in your hand.

"God, that's so cute but nauseating at the same time," Felix said after reading the post-it, handing it back to you. "Who do you think it is? Seungmin? Minho from IT maybe?"

"I'm not sure. I'm hoping one day they'll say something that will give me a hint as to who they are."

"It doesn't really matter who they are, though, I know who you want it to be. Ch-"

"Shut up."

"Cha-"

"Felix, don't you dare say it."

"Changbin."

"Felix, be quiet, he might hear you." You slyly turned your head to look at Changbin who was sitting only a few desks down from yours. You were pleased to see he was too busy typing away on his keyboard to overhear your conversation with Felix.

"Just give it up already, Y/N, and tell him how you feel."

"No way, not gonna happen."

"Please, you're not the one who hears him talk about just how great you are. 'Y/N's so good at her job, Y/N's always so lovely' blah blah blah. It's obvious your feelings are reciprocated."

"He's just being nice but that doesn't mean he feels the same way, will you just drop it?" Felix rolled his eyes but turned to look at his computer screen before you continued. "I'm gonna make myself a cup of tea, do you want anything?"

"I'm good, thanks." He sighed, still frustrated about the fact that you wouldn't just come right out and tell Changbin that you've thought about him every day since your first day at the office.

You still remembered the soft smile he gave you as he introduced himself and the way it warmed your heart.

"It's really nice to meet you, Y/N." The way your name rolled off his tongue sounded like music. That was the first time you had ever thought your own name was beautiful.

You headed to the office kitchen, got a cup, and made yourself a drink. Your mind drifted off to Changbin again.

"Hi," A familiar voice said behind you. You jumped a little, turning around to see the very man you were daydreaming about. "Woah, sorry, didn't mean to startle you, Y/N." There it was again, your name slipping from his mouth ever so beautifully. It felt like a cool breeze on a warm day, relaxing you.

"Oh, hi, Changbin, sorry, I was away with my own thoughts for a moment there." You laughed awkwardly.

"It's alright. I do it all the time, sitting at my desk and staring at the screen. I swear half the work I get done I don't even remember doing."

"Honestly, I'm the exact same, the only thing that keeps me from my daydreams is Felix. I love the guy but he never stops talking."

"Well, he keeps things interesting."

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for the day he runs out of things to say."

"I don't think that's possible."

"You two can stop talking about me now," Felix's voice interrupted your conversation from the entrance of the kitchen as he walked into the room.

"I do not talk too much, you're just boring, Y/N."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why are you in here, I thought you didn't want a drink?"

"I don't you were just taking forever so I came to make sure you didn't get lost."

"Felix, I've worked here for 2 years, I can't get lost."

"Can too. You're a bit dumb sometimes."

"Rude."

"But anyways, I see you're not lost, just busy talking. I'll leave you two to flirt." He turned on his heel as Changbin blushed at his words.

"We, uh, we weren't-"

"Felix, we weren't flirting!"

"Sure, and I'm the King of England. Keep it PG, we're in an office, any poor soul could walk in on you too."

"I hate him," You said to Changbin.

"He's really got no filter whatsoever, huh?"

"He's absolutely insane."

"Anyway, moving on..." Changbin tried to break the tension between the two of you. "Are you excited about the work party on Friday?"

"About the booze, yes, about the social interaction, no."

"It's fine, we could probably find some room to hide out in together. We'll keep that from Felix, of course, God knows what rumours he'll spread."

"Yes, that would be wise." You nodded in agreement. "Well, I'll leave you to it then, better get back to my desk."

"Yeah, stop Felix from talking Jeongin's ear off." You both laughed lightly.

"Yeah, I'll see you 'round." You moved away from him, not really wanting to leave. You wanted to stay with him and just talk forever but work called. With one last smile, you left the kitchen.

***

"Well, 5 o'clock, I'm off. You wanna walk out together?" Felix asked, signing off from his computer.

"No, I need to work over to get this done."

"Okay, well don't overwork yourself, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright, see you later."

This was your usual routine, most of the days you ended up staying later than you probably should do, trying to finish projects and documents, trying to meet deadlines. Besides, it gave you more over time and put you in the manager's good books. Changbin had a similar routine, he would stay and the two of you would end up walking to your cars together.

Today was no different. After about an hour you logged off and began packing your bag.

"Are you staying any longer?" You asked the man sitting a few desks down.

"No, I think I'm done for the day. Wanna walk out together?" He always seemed to finish just as you did. His timing was perfect.

"Always." You finished packing up, not forgetting to place the note in your bag, and picked up the flower. You both left the office together, walking to the car park, enjoying each other's company. You twirled the flower in hand, looking at the man beside you. How desperately you wished it was from him.

"You still haven't figured out who's leaving them then?" Changbin asked you. When they first started appearing, it was the talk of the office. Everyone was trying to figure out who left them. After a few weeks, people grew bored. Now only you and Felix pondered on who it could possibly be.

"Nope. I'm honestly no closer than I was on day one. I should probably come in early one day but I don't really wanna catch him in the act and startle him or something, you know? I'm kinda hoping he'll come forward and tell me himself." Changbin nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, I get that. Is there someone you hope it is?"

"Hmmm, not telling."

"Well, I'm taking your silence as a yes."

"Hey!" He chuckled a little at your outburst.

"I'm sure you'll find him eventually."

"Yeah, I hope so." Did he feel the tension in the air the way you did? You weren't sure. But your heart felt a little heavier after his questioning. How could it be him when he seemed so genuine in his questioning?

"What do you do with all the flowers and the post-its anyway?"

"It probably sounds really cringy but I keep them. I press the flowers using books, I used to love doing that as a kid and now it comes in handy. I keep most of the post-its in a little box but the ones that are particularly sweet or motivating I stick around my room. It's nice to wake up and see them and know that no matter what somebody sees me and cares. I don't know that probably sounds really stupid and overly sentimental."

"No, I think it's really nice."

"Tell that to Felix. He never stops teasing me for it. He thinks I should just interrogate everyone in the office until someone confesses."

"Well, it's not a bad idea."

"Don't agree with him. He's become a bad influence on you." You had reached your car now. You wished you had parked further down.

"Welp, here's my car."

"Yeah, I'm parked a few spots down. So I'll get off. See you tomorrow, then."

"See you tomorrow, Binnie." He smiled at the nickname.

***

Friday finally rolled around and the night of the work party. You were at home now after a long day at work, getting ready. You looked at the post-it notes stuck to your wall. Reading the note from Monday, you smiled to yourself.

Your manager had booked a ballroom at some fancy hotel that wasn't too far from your apartment so you decided you'd walk there and get a taxi home. You slipped on your heels, looking in the mirror one last time to make sure you looked alright. Putting on your cardigan and grabbing your purse, you left your apartment and made your way to the party.

Once you were there you found Felix sitting at a table.

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi. Wow, you look so good!"

"Thanks, Lix," You said, sitting down next to him. You looked at him, noting how flushed his cheeks were.

"Do you wanna dance? We should dance right now."

"Are you drunk already?"

"No. Okay, maybe just like the tiniest bit."

"How?! The party has only just begun."

"Well, I got here early so I sat at the bar and had some pre-drinks. And I may have also had a few pre-pre-drinks while getting ready. Okay, fine I'm drunk, but so what? Isn't that what these things are for?"

"I'm pretty sure these things are for celebrating the work of our company." You laughed a little.

"Pffft whatever spoilsport, just go get yourself a drink."

"In a bit. I don't want one right now." The music faded as you turned to the small stage at one end of the room. The manager had a microphone in hand and began to speak, thanking everyone for their hard work and talking about how well the company was doing. It wasn't much different from his usual speeches so your mind couldn't help but drift away. You turned to look around the room, searching for one person in particular in the crowd. You found Changbin sat only a few tables down, noticing how he was already looking in your direction. You both quickly turned your heads away, feeling flustered. The speech concluded and the music started playing again, so loud you could barely hear yourself think. Food and drinks were passed around as people began to dance. You quickly grew bored of the scene and you were not particularly in the mood to drink (couldn't be me).

"Hey, I'm gonna go dance with Hyunjin, you go talk to Changbin, he's been checking you out all evening." You felt your cheeks grow hot from his words.

You watched your friend leave the table and make his way to the dance floor. You thought back to his words, looking around again for Changbin. He was standing, leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, watching everyone on the dance floors. You felt a sudden burst of confidence as you made your way over to him. He turned his head to look at you as you approached, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Hi," You shouted over the music.

"Hi. You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N."

"Thanks. You looked handsome too. I love a man in a suit." He blushed at your words.

"Thanks. So, uh, not drinking tonight?"

"Nope, not in the mood. What about you?" You asked as you leaned on the wall beside him.

"Not drinking. I can't, I'm driving."

"Ah, I see." The two of you stayed in a comfortable silence for a little while, just watching the rest of your colleagues enjoying their night. Changbin turned to you, breaking the silence.

"The speech is done, that's the important part so do you, maybe, wanna get out of here?"

"Absolutely." With a smile on his face, he led you out of the hotel and to his car.

"Where are we going?" You asked as he pulled out of the parking space.

"It's a surprise."

"You're not about to take me somewhere really secluded and scary to murder me are you?" He chuckled and shook his head.

"No. Just trust me, alright?"

"I'm only joking. I do trust you."

The drive wasn't long but it was peaceful. The soft hum of the radio, the flashing city lights passing you by. Changbin parked up on a quiet street across from a small park.

"Secluded and scary. Oh god, I was right wasn't I?" He rolled his eyes playfully at your words. As you stepped out of the car, the cold breeze hit you. You began shivering as Changbin walked around the car to stand by your side.

"Hey, are you cold?"

"A little but I'll be alright."

"Here, take my jacket."

"No, then you'll be cold. I have my cardigan, I'll be fine."

"That thin cardigan clearly isn't helping. Here." He slipped off his jacket, pulling it over your shoulders. "Come on." The jacket was warm, but when he took your hand, you felt a chill run up your spine. Without another word, he guided you to the park. Still hand-in-hand, the two of you walked along the dimly lit path. If you had been here alone, with nothing but the wailing wind keeping you company, you would have been scared. But with Changbin beside you, you felt at ease.

"So, where exactly are we going?"

"You'll see, we're almost there."

As you continued to walk, you looked around the park. There was a small playground with swings and a slide and a see-saw. The two swings were gently swinging in sync, in the breeze, much like your intertwined hands. The leaves of the trees that lined the path rustled, making music for the grass to dance to in the wind. The stars in the sky above twinkled down as if they were looking at the two of you. For a moment you were certain that outside of the park the rest of the world had stopped. It was just the two of you.

"Here we are," Changbin said as you neared a rather large greenhouse. He opened the door and held it for you as you thanked him and walked inside. He followed you in and flicked a switch, turning on small fairy lights that lit up the place. The moonlight still streamed in through the glass roof, allowing more light. The greenhouse was bursting with colour from all the flowers.

You walked around the place, fingers dancing from flower to flower, delicately touching the soft petals.

"It's beautiful," You said as Changbin came to stand next to you. The moonlight lit up his feature well, you were certain he was what people envisioned when they told stories of great and handsome gods. His skin looked softer than the petals of any of the flowers in the greenhouse, you longed to reach out and stroke his cheek, kiss it, anything.

You turned to watch his hands as he picked up a small pair of shears and reached out, cutting a flower off.

"What're you doing? You can't just take a flower!"

"Relax, I know the gardener here. She's this lovely, little old woman called Mrs. Kang. When I was in high school I used to come to this park all the time and, well, you know what rowdy teenage boys are like. I was a stupid kid and did stupid stuff. I once got caught vandalising one of the walls in the park and they said I had to pay back the damages by working here. At first, I hated it but Mrs. Kang was really sweet and even after I had paid it off I continued to come here every Sunday to help out. I still do, even if it's just to chat with her. I tell her everything, I talk about my family, my job, you." As the words left his lips, your head whipped up to look at him. His eyes met yours.

"You've told her about me?" You asked quietly.

"Yes, of course, I have."

"Why?" You asked. He handed you the flower, a red tulip.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" You stayed silent. "You know, at home, I have this old book of flowers and their meanings that Mrs. Kang gave me. In it, it says a red tulip can symbolise a declaration of love."

"It's you. You've been leaving the flowers and the notes for me."

"Yes. I was a coward at first, I couldn't admit to you my feelings. It was Mrs. Kang that suggested that I start leaving the flowers, build my confidence then confess. So, every Sunday, when I came here, I would pick a flower for you, ready for Monday. Honestly, I would have continued just leaving you the flowers and the notes but I decided it was time to tell you last Monday when you told me you wanted whoever it was that was leaving the flowers to come forward and tell you, rather than you having to figure it out. And, here we are."

"I can't believe it's you."

"I have no idea if you feel anything for me at all, but it was time I confessed. I'm sorry if you don't feel the same. If you want to forget this ever happened, we can. I'll stop sending the flowers, I'll leave you alone, it's alright."

"Changbin, I always wanted it to be you." He looked at you in shock for a moment, processing your words before a big smile appeared on his face.

"Really?"

"Always. I'm surprised you haven't heard Felix teasing me about you, he isn't very subtle about it."

"I can't believe you feel the same." He took a step closer to you.

"You better believe it, you can't get rid of me now." You placed your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his own around your waist.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He smiled down at you before slowly leaning in. The anticipation of waiting for his lips to meet yours nearly killed you but, when they finally did, you knew it had been worth the wait. You'd wait forever and a day for him. Your lips fit so perfectly together, the way your hands had done before. The feeling in your stomach couldn't be described as just butterflies or fireworks, it felt more like a flood. A great flood of love and desire and yearning.

As you pulled away from him, your hand moved up to his cheek. His skin was soft, just like you knew it would be. You looked at him and thought, yes, the universe or god or mother nature or whatever else could possibly be out there took their time making him.

"I'll drive you home," He whispered but made no move to pull away any further.

***

When you had finally made it back to the car, your lips were swollen from stolen kisses and your hand warm from where it was interlocked with his. The drive home was possibly even more peaceful than the one to the park. His hand rested on your thigh for the majority of it and you had to keep reminding him to keep his eyes on the road. But the gentle smile he sent your way every time he looked at you made your heart skip a beat.

He parked up, outside your apartment building, walking you to your room. When you reached your front door you turned to look at him again, pulling him into an embrace. The two of you stayed like that, gently swaying.

"I don't want to let you go," He whispered.

"Don't. Stay over."

"You sure?"

"Of course." You unlocked your front door before going to fetch him some clothes. You found an oversized shirt and sweatpants that were baggy on you, hoping they would fit him. You showed him to the bathroom, allowing him to get changed while you went to your own room and got changed yourself. When you opened the door of your room you found him standing in the living room waiting for you. The clothes fit him perfectly and there was something so natural about him being here.

"Come on, let's get some sleep," You told him and with a smile, he walked into your room. You switched on the lamp on your bedside cabinet before pulling back your covers, ready to get in. He glanced around, noticing his notes on the walls.

"You're really obsessed with me, huh?" He teased as you.

"Says the perv leaving me messages in secret."

"Shush, you know you love me."

"I do love you."

"Well, it's a good thing I love you too." And with that, you took his hand, pulling him to your bed, switching off the lamp. You both snuggled up, your head leaning against his shoulder while his hand had a gentle but firm grip on your waist. Your hand came to rest on his chest, above his heart where you could feel it racing.

"You're heart's racing."

"Do you really blame me? The girl of my dreams has just told me that she loves me too and now we're cuddling together in her bed."

"You dream of me, do you?" You teased. Changbin was glad your room was dark so you couldn't see the way his cheeks flushed.

"Shut up." You both laughed. Taking his hand, you placed it above your own heart.

"Mine's the same."

***

When Monday rolled around you were a little disappointed to see there was no flower at your desk this time. Of course, things were going to change but you were glad. Now you could hug him and kiss him and hold his hand. But still, the lack of a flower at your desk made your heart drop a little. Brushing it off you headed to the kitchen to make your usual cup of tea.

As you stirred your tea, you felt a hand come to rest on your waist. You turned and smiled to see Changbin.

You had only seen him the other day. He ended up staying all of Saturday, the night after the confession, only leaving on Sunday because, true to his word, he went to see Mrs. Kang at the greenhouse.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning, handsome." His other hand came from behind his back, holding a cluster of flowers.

"Didn't think I'd forget did you?" You smiled brightly, taking them from him.

"What are these ones? What do they mean?"

"Apple blossoms. They mean 'I prefer you before all.'" Your smile somehow got even wider.

"You're so cheesy."

"I know," He stated, taking a step closer, placing his hands on the counter, either side of you.

"Changbin, we're at work."

"I don't care." He smirked at you. You weren't going to argue, you didn't want to. Instead, you trailed your fingers up his chest, coming to play with his collar. The tension was heavy in the air and you couldn't bare it any longer so you pulled him towards you, kissing him.

"Oh shit, my eyes!" The two of you broke apart, turning to see Felix dramatically covering his eyes. "Are you done? Please tell me you're done."

"Piss off, Felix," You both said in unison.

"How about you two piss off and get a room! This is a public place, I don't wanna walk in on you two making a baby one day!"

"You're so dramatic, it was just a kiss."

"Do I have to give you the boy talk? Kissing leads to other things and before you know it, boom! You've got a kid."

"I've already got a kid, you." You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just keep the PDA to a minimum when I'm around."

"Leave, Felix."

"Okay, alright. before I go, Changbin, we're friends but if you even think about hurting her, don't forget, I know where you live." He went to walk away and you laughed a little, resting your forehead on Changbin's chest. "Oh, and use protection!"

***

The entire day at work you couldn't stop yourself from glancing over at Changbin, only to find him already looking at you with a smile. The entire office knew about the two of you by the end of the day because you could not stop talking about each other. You didn't want to keep it a secret, you had kept secrets long enough.

"Welp, home time!" Felix said happily as he switched his computer off. "You staying again?"

"Yes."

"Oh, maybe I should stay, monitor you two." Felix eyed Changbin a couple of seats down.

"Oh my god, Felix," You whined.

"I'm only joking, have fun." He stood up and collected his things. "Not too much fun." He pointed a warning finger at you as you rolled your eyes but smiled genuinely at him.

You continued to work, chatting to Changbin the entire time.

"I'm sorry about Felix earlier," You said to him as the two of you packed up, ready to leave.

"It's alright, he just cares about you, I get it." He held out his hand for you which you gladly took. Changbin swung your hand a little as he led you out of the building.

"I told Mrs. Kang what happened on Friday night, how I finally confessed, and she wants to meet you. So, if you're up for it, this Sunday, do you want to come with me to the greenhouse?"

"I would love to, it's a date."

***

As you and Changbin strolled through the park, the sight of the greenhouse in the distance brought back fond memories of that night. You were so excited to meet Mrs. Kang. From Changbin's stories, you could tell she was a lovely woman.

"Changbin, hi!" Mrs. Kang said enthusiastically as you and Changbin entered the greenhouse. "And this must be Y/N! You were right, she is beautiful."

"Thank you, it's so nice to meet you. Changbin has told me so much about you."

"All nice things I hope."

"Don't worry, I'll scold him if he ever says one bad word against you."

"I like you already. Well, I should say even more. I feel as if I already know you from everything he's told me about you."

"Does he really talk about me that much?" You looked at him with a teasing smile.

"Can you not talk about me as if I'm not right here? I'm starting to regret introducing the two of you already."

"Oh hush, this is girl talk. Now be a dear and go fill up the watering cans," Mrs. Kang shushed Changbin. He sighed but gave you a loving smile before leaving to do what she said.

"You know, since the first day you started working with him, he has not shut up about you, truly."

"I have a friend who claims that I always talk his ear off about Changbin."

"You two are so similar, I honestly think you're meant to be."

"Oh, well, thank you, it means a lot."

For the next few hours, you and Changbin helped Mrs. Kang with planting and watering everything in the greenhouse. You continued to talk with Mrs. Kang as she told you stories about Changbin from his teenage days all the way up to now.

"I could tell you all his embarrassing stories but we'd be here until next Sunday."

"Please, no more stories," Changbin begged.

"No, I think you should definitely tell me all his embarrassing stories, ignore him."

When the light began to fade and you all started packing away the gardening equipment. Changbin was at the sink, washing the dirt off of his hands. Mrs. Kang smiled fondly at him before turning to you.

"He told me all about Friday, and the red tulip, everything. I gave him the book with all the flower meanings a long time ago but he never brought any of it up. It was only after he fell for you that he started admiring the flowers for their meanings, not just their beauty. Every time he picked a flower out for you, he chose it with such delicacy, making sure the meaning was true to his feelings. I had always wanted him to use the book for a good reason. I'm glad that reason was you." As she spoke, you watched the man. The man you had worked with for years. The man you had been in love with for years. The man who carefully chose flowers, with meanings of love and admiration, just for you.

"I'm glad I found him. Someone who could love me so deeply and purely." Mrs. Kang smiled.

"You ready to go?" Changbin asked as he walked towards the two of you.

"Yep." You held out your hand for him and he took it.

"Come back anytime, Y/N, it was lovely to meet you."

"I definitely will come back, I've had a great day and it was lovely to meet you too. Get home safely." The two of you bid Mrs. Kang goodbye and left, hand-in-hand once again.

"Here. I was gonna save it till tomorrow but I can't help myself." He handed you a flower. You took it, a daisy this time, gazing at its beauty with a smile

"I love daisies."

"Yeah? I'm glad. It's small and simple, I know, but it describes my feelings perfectly."

"Oh yeah? And how's that."

"Well, a daisy simply means, I love you truly.”

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Flower Mischief

If you can't tell I'm currently bouncing! Day 3 and I been waiting for this prompt cuz Florist Tamlin AU is giving me life. Today on the agenda, Tamcien being cute and petty. Readers will recognized the boquet described here from the old flower language insult post that's floating around Tumblr. Hope you all like!

@tamlinweek

Tamlin Week 2024 -Day 3: Flower Language

Flower Mischief

Tamlin perked up when he saw his favorite costumer, and good friend coming down the road. He was about to greet Lucien with the biggest smile he could until he noticed the redhead's russet eyes were puffy and reddened and his pretty face had tears tracks. A far cry from his usual beautiful smile.

"Lucien! What happened? Do you need water?! Should I call someone?"

"No...It's fine. I was just hoping Andras was still clocked in. I need a ride."

"I think he left an hour ago, but I can help if you'd like. What happened?"

He sighed not wanting to look at him. "Elain cheated on me."

Tamlin nearly screamed. He froze for a moment and then put down the pot of lilies he was holding.

"I'm sorry. Did you just say Elain cheated on you?!"

"Yes. Let's just say I came home early from college and had a surprise visit. Sorry to say the floral orders will stop for a while."

"Forget about that! I'm so sorry to hear that. Let me get you some water. Here sit down and I'll be right with you."

Tamlin rushed back to the breakroom where Dorevan was raiding the mini fridge.

"If you took my ice water I'll kill you."

"Chill, pipsqueak. I took some soda and stole the salami sandwich Hart left there. Roxy packed us salads for lunch, you can have mine if you want, too much lettuce."

"You're gonna get scurvy if you don't eat at least a leafy green a week!" Tamlin chastised his brother as he grabbed two ice water bottles. "Are you gonna close up?"

"Yeah, Ciaran and Roxanne have date night but they're leaving the kiddo with mom and dad. I'll close shop late, maybe get the wedding order done too. Thesan is my friend but if he changes colors one more time Khalid will be a widow before the wedding."

"Go easy on him! Those two are hopeless."

"Like you and your pretty redhead?"

"Hush!"

Dorevan smiled. "I can hear you all the way down here. Just be nice. He's single now, isn't he?"

"Shhhh. He is but the poor man was just cheated on! I'm not going to take advantage fo that."

Dorevan rolled his brown eyes so far Tamlin thought he'd go blind. "You're such a goody two shoes. Go get that man and help him get revenge. Perfect first date!"

"If Alis was on shift she'd kick ya."

"Good thing she's off today. Now run along before your fire fox leaves."

"Stay quiet or I'm telling Cresseida you don't really like seafood and go to the restaurant just to have her as your waitress."

"Tamlin I swear to fuck if you do that I'll beat you up!"

Tamlin just laughed as he walked out with the water and went back to Lucien's side. "Here you go!"

"Thanks."

The two had a nice drink and Tamlin began putting everything away everything before his shift ended.

He noticed Dorevan had left the orange lilies out on display and he had an idea.

"Lucien, you once told me your ex knows flower language, correct?"

"Yes. I often suggested themed boquets for that reason. Why do you ask?"

Tamlin smirked mischievously. "We could give her a little parting gift to ease your sorrows. Free of charge of course."

"Tamlin, I can't ask that of you!"

"Hey if it bothers ya just take me out for coffee sometime."

It made him giddy to see a slight blush take over the redhead's dark skin. Tamlin took out the flowers a day explained their meaning to Lucien as he arranged them.

"These are geraniums they represent stupidity, the yellow carnations mean disapointment, the foxglove is insincerity, and finally the orange lilies represent hatred."

The end result was a beautiful boquet that was full of loathing. Lucien seemed impressed. "Too good of a parting gift but it's a nice way to be petty silently. Thank you."

"Anytime."

The pair heard a honking from outside the door. Tamlin recognized it as Arryn Vanserra's red SUV.

"Ugh! The twins found me? No doubt they'll want gossip."

"You know them?"

"We're siblings."

"Oh...Oh right you have the same last name. You just look very diffrent."

Lucien smirked. "I was the cuck baby. Ask mom."

He nearly busted a lung laughing at that.

"Luciiiiii, I'll become an old lady honking outside. Oh hi Tami!"

"Hey Tanya. Congrats on the transition, you're looking lovely."

"Thanks blondie! Just came to pick up the baby, Eris and Nesta sent me to take you out for treats with Arryn."

"You all know already?!"

"Eris is a bigger gossip than me, dummy. We went to get your things. Gideon and Nemesis would've beaten Az up if Eris didn't stop em and let Nesta unleash a yelling reckoning instead. It was glorious!

The boys are setting everything up for ya at Cedric's place. Unless you wanna go stay with mom and Helion. Feyre said you can stay with her and Bryaxis too, she's pretty livid at flower girlie too."

"Ugh no, mom and dad will get over emotional and I don't wanna worry them. Feyre's family and roommates are fun to hang out with but their house is a permanent rave. I'll stay with Ced."

"Wise choice, now get to it! We can go clubbing after the ice cream! Wanna come along Tamlin?"

"Well, I'd love to but I have to make a delivery before that." He said while glancing at

"That can be done tomorrow, I'd rather have you out for some ice cream and dancing if you're still interested." Lucien said.

Tamlin smiled. "Then let me clock out and I'll be right with ya."

With the Vanserras heading for the car, Tamlin put away his apron, clocked out and got a small flower for the road. He and Lucien went to the backseat while twins sat in the front, before they headed out he put a small bloom on Lucien's hair.

"What's this?"

"A little pick me up for the road."

"A daffodil? What does this one mean?"

"New beginnings."

Tamlin was overjoyed to see Lucien smiling sweetly at him, already in a better mood. He'd make sure the redhead was the one receiving flowers this time.

#tamlinweek2024 #tamlin #tamlin x lucien #tamcien #day 3: Flower Language

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siiversans · 1 year

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OwO‽ I don't believe it, you really answered me QwQ and I thought you didn't have much time, and you think I'm sweet? What a beautiful person you are. Q u e e m o c i o n ! ! Well, sorry if these questions are bothering you a bit, but I didn't leave them to you before because I didn't know if you would be okay or available, plus the text was already long enough, Even I would be too lazy to read. Finally, here I leave you the following questions:

1) What exactly is that necklace that Hotaru! Frisk and Gin! Sans have for? Since when Gin! Sans died supposedly I would have to respawn with that at least, but I think I missed a part and didn't understand xd.

2) Are you ever going to do the story or you have no ideas and are you going to postpone it for the moment? I didn't see that movie, it looks nice so I might look for it at some point, But I would like to know what the story that you propose in your AU would be like, I think it would be great.

3) Why Tonbo! Chara is inside Kin! Papyrus? I think that was never explained or I don't know, maybe it didn't appear to me.

4) Do you like or dislike errorink? I like Frans, I don't care if he's gay, but I also like sanscest (I think it's written like that xd).

5) Is it confirmed that the Frisk of your AU is male? Or is it still a mystery and you just joke with its gender? It doesn't matter to me but I ask out of curiosity owo.

6) If I ask you for a drawing, would you do it? Or only for commissions?.

7) Who is Goatgurt (or yogurt) Asriel? I thought it was Tandoku! Asriel until I saw that he came out of the giant flower xD I felt so stupid jsjsjjssjs.

8) Why can't you leave comments on posts? Or does it only appear that way to me? Because I see that they are all deactivated.

9) What do Silveredge and Silverware mean? I know they are shipps but the names make me curious, also that of the children. Well, I think that was it. Wow that's a lot of text x,p sorry TwT I write too much almost what I think sometimes. I'm not one to edit things, I don't understand much of it, that's why I don't translate comics for others, I can barely manage jsjsjsjs. Bueno, Saravade linda😘

Ah sí, I almost forgot, won't you show me an OC of you? Since every artist has one and I would like to know how you look like x³

that will come into play soon :)

like. SUPER soon. like when we get back to hotaru soon!

if you mean gin's pre-outcode story, actually, yes! yes i will :)

it's a secret as to how or why right now but i'll probably reveal it properly when we get to that point in the plot (i'm busy with school right now!)

3) Why Tonbo! Chara is inside Kin! Papyrus? I think that was never explained or I don't know, maybe it didn't appear to me.

please imagine him as a combo of cross!sans and killer!sans!

bonus info: kin is mostly based on disbelief and handplates papyrus!

this is their dynamic! (apologies if theyre hard to translate)

as for how they both ended up this way, you can either ask about it to them or wait :)

4) Do you like or dislike errorink? I like Frans, I don't care if he's gay, but I also like sanscest (I think it's written like that xd).

i love errorink. it's in no way canon to this story or au but my current au fic is all about errink and i also run @errinkgarbagedump!

5) Is it confirmed that the Frisk of your AU is male? Or is it still a mystery and you just joke with its gender? It doesn't matter to me but I ask out of curiosity owo.

hotaru is amab (assigned male at birth) non-binary!

their pronouns are they/them, prefer presenting masc/androgynous (only a lot of the time! there are exceptions)

6) If I ask you for a drawing, would you do it? Or only for commissions?.

right now, i take little requests with tips on my ko-fi!

i can be a bit slow at responding and finishing the requests though <:)

7) Who is Goatgurt (or yogurt) Asriel? I thought it was Tandoku! Asriel until I saw that he came out of the giant flower xD I felt so stupid jsjsjjssjs.

goatgurt is the asriel from @asktheamalgamategoat! his story is concluded on the blog and i got the honor of taking care of little yogurt boy for the rest of time on my blog and story ^-^ <3

8) Why can't you leave comments on posts? Or does it only appear that way to me? Because I see that they are all deactivated.

i'll have to check on that! i changed the blog's tumblr settings some time back :p

9) What do Silveredge and Silverware mean? I know they are shipps but the names make me curious, also that of the children.

silveredge is just the ship name for gin x fell! it was just the name that came naturally and i felt fit them :)

silverware specifically was because me and my friends were joking around that "lol cross has knives. gink cutlery animatic. silverware, get it?" and there it is LOL

the names for the ship kids (im assuming sterling and rust specifically) was just because i thought it fit them and the ship :p

that's all!!! thank you so much for sending so many questions!!! i love writing these and answering them, im really honored someone finds these many details and has so many questions about it 😭💖

#long post #hnme extra #(idk if i ever made that tag before. whatever!)#not plot lore #(new tag too maybe? idk. i might change it but that's what it is now)#NOT hnme #azo0angellife #kin pap #papyrus

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if you were a bunny I'd hold u really gently and give u a lil hat

i would just make u a whole house out of cardboard filled with the best stuff

idk if this is weird but I just have affectionate emotions sometimes and I don't know how else to express them and I cant keep telling u to get urself a lil treat and u being like "I'm gonna have coffee!" for the end of enternity (not that I mind)

also just to catch u up I've been having the strongest hyper fixation for an au I've ever had in my life and im gonna start posting about it soon

its like a fs DND au and I have art and everything lol

also whatve u been up to?

im just waiting till the end of Ramadan so I can stuff my face with sweets

have u ever had bakhlawa because its crazy good

what type of coffee do u like btw, personally I don't drink coffee but I do like herbal mint and green teas, I love good quality juices tho

whats ur favorite food or a great comfort food for urs, for me my comfort food is either fajita or fettuccine with air fried carrots and zucchini

i honestly just like cheese and carbs with some savory

finally do u prefercold or warm sweets? My preference is generally cold sweets like ice cream or cheese cake but I also have a very soft spot for traditional sweets that have honey/semolina/flower water/date paste in them

this has been my check in and blabbing, I hope ur doing well kottie

I think being a bunny would fix me

If it helps at all, my little treat for today is chocolate raisins (my beloved) and I got two bags so I can have plenty this week!

I have been straight up existing recently. Just....chilling (resisting the urge, again, to start posting my new multi-chap before it's ready). I did get my yearly cold that will last for the next month most likely, but my urge to write is back! So I'll take that trade off!

I have not had it, but I think my dad said he's had some, made by hand! He said it was delectable :)

I like mochas, although there's a cinnamon flavored drink at the cat themed coffee shop I go to called the "Cinn Kitty" which is pretty good too! I have no clue what kind of coffee it is, just that it's hot and cinnamon-y.

I think a comfort food for me is potato soup, with a bit of cheese sprinkled on top and maybe some ham? Maybe. And you're right, cheese is the best thing ever :) (my favorite cheese is smoked cheddar)

I like warm sweets. Like, it's cold up here most of the time, so it helps me stay comfy (I run cold) but in the summer I love sweet fruity things because they're usually cooler

I hope you're doing well too!

#asks and answers

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Referring to Eclipse, does he have his own flower? If so, what is it? Any ideas for color scheme? I'm literally just doodling your flower children rn and love Eclipse's concept.

figured I'd get both of these out of the way at once lmao

So, here's the thing. Eclipse is... a problem. Unlike Sun and Moon, I had no idea what flower could fit him straight away, meaning I had to put actual thought into what flower he would be. Which is always an issue.

I've had many, many different ideas for what flower I could base him on, for varying reasons.

Calla Lilies can be multiple colors, including some that I wanted to include in Eclipse's color palette/some that seemed like they would fit him well. (Also they were already on the forefront of my mind because they're my crush's favorite flower. Sh.)

I've heard that Smooth Hydrangeas are sometimes called "Total Eclipse Hydrangeas"? I'm unsure why, so it would be nice to know why they're called that. Maybe some weird reaction to solar eclipses?

Mimosa Flowers (or Persian Silk Flowers) apparently close up really quickly during solar eclipses, plus they grow near my town so I get to see them a lot. They're pretty hehe :D

Moutan Peonies and Hybrid Peonies both fit the color palette I was going for, particularly the hybrid ones. While I have heard they are a good way to represent "honor", they also have mostly romantic connotations, which isn't what I wanted. :( I think some shades of peony are associated with family, though.

He's a mess and I love him. I'm trying to work out his quirks, I swear. As for his color palette:

it was supposed to look something like this. He'll get a full drawing eventually, I assure you. Also, for @coffeedrawingandwriting, yes, I have a dumb fic for the flower shop au on AO3 called "Apology Flowers and Bloom Hours". I'll pin the post I guess-

#flowershop au #fnaf eclipse #au #flowers #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #asks

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actualbampot · 5 months

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Untitled Biker AU WIP

Paring: Cinder Fall/Ruby Rose Trans character with gender-neutral pronouns

Summary: Cinder is an ex-bike gang member trying hard to stay on the straight and narrow. Ruby is a reckless delivery driver on a rickety moped. They collide. Literally. AN: I'm posting a WIP because I'm bored of seeing this unfinished in my docs. Take it, god please. If you want to see art related to this: LINK LINK -

Ruby swallowed down a metallic taste.

She had been to a few bars, sure. Sometimes an in-town local for a solitary sunday lunch between her delivery shifts. Others, a popular spot in the upper-city blaring with colorful strobes and upbeat music. This was a little more…rustic than she was used to.

Ruby glanced at her surroundings. For better or worse, it took a while to notice how the poorly air-conditioned building heightened the stale tinge of old booze. Worn upholstery seats that had undoubtedly suffered more than a few drunken fights were dotted with dubious blotches, while underhand, a mahogany-stained bar top left behind the sticky residue of one too many spilled drinks.

Tinny acoustics drifted from one corner of the room, not sure if she could chalk it up to the ancient-looking jukebox, or if everything was just a little garbled right now.

All were things that sat somewhere in the backseat of her mind, slotted behind a firm wall of arctic adrenaline, hands and feet pulsing with an aching cold.

Her legs wobbled like viscous jelly, the beginnings of pain springing somewhere in the background, even if she couldn’t quite pinpoint where yet.

Maybe opting against the hospital, and agreeing to jump on the back of the very motorcycle she'd rear-ended wasn’t her finest moment. It was more a question of which one she could afford.

“Just give me the back room for a few-” "And pay off another peeler to ignore whatever shit you've just walked into my bar again? Do you think I'm made of money?"

Trying not to listen in on the heated conversation went about as successfully as expected: A dive bar in the dead of the afternoon didn’t exactly provide Ruby with many distractions. Trying hard not to listen in she squirmed uncomfortably. The leg that was raw red and exposed between her decimated jeans bounced on the footrest of her bar stool.

"It’s not like that. Not this time. I know I messed up the -"

"Two-thousand that i'll never see again,” Hissed a woman with an accent so far flung that Ruby was having trouble keeping up, “A bull in a fucking china shop is what you are, Cinder."

"Fine, not in the back- out front. Just till’ she's fixed up, then I'm out of your hair."

The sidelong glance Ruby couldn't help taking saw a thoroughly unimpressed frown as the angry woman shifting her weight, arms crossed. The sheer size of Cinder- that was their name- in comparison to the two others was staggering.

However it wasn't hard to deduce that this was something of a routine.

"She just went into the back of me.” Cinder urged, and something told Ruby that these two were not used to hearing the truth. “That’s it, I swear. C'mon C."

Flanking the angry woman who Ruby summarized to be the bar owner, The shortest of the three had stood, silent and assessing up until now.

Intrinsic ink stretched over broad shoulders and thick arms that were crossed in a similar fashion, blooms of watercolor spinning life among sleeves of flowers and skulls.

They leaned in, muttering something into the ear of the woman, C, who then looked up, over her shoulder and directly at Ruby, a pinpoint blue glare melting into resignation.

"I expect money to cross my counter,” C finally announced after a moment, “and then I want you and her out, you hear me?"

"Thanks for that, A." Cinder said, and it earned a narrow stare.

“Didn't you rip the centerpiece off the roof, and beat someone with it last time? On top of that you conveniently forgot to pay your tab before the police arrested you. So no, I didn’t do it for you.”

"Hey, he was a big guy. And I thought you hated that tacky chandelier?”

"I did. But she loved it." Candidness chased a flicker of affection warming in the bartender's eyes, as they watched the owner, C, flitting around the room cleaning tables in an angry frenzy.

Ruby thought It was kind of endearing.

"Looks like you could do with something stiff."

Ruby snapped to attention when she realized A's statement was directed at her. There was an easy, non-threatening kind charm in their expression that eased the intensity in the room.

Ruby skimmed the menu above the bar. Her orders had forever been whatever tooth-rotting drink was on the menu, typically topped up with so much caffeine that she could feel her hand vibrate on the throttle of her scooter during the drive home.

But perhaps this time the bartender, A, was onto something. Anything to steady her shaking hands sounded good right about now, and considering how much of a mess she must have looked right now it wasn’t like she’d be driving anytime soon.

"Have you maybe got Tilt? Or, uh, Dragon Soop?"

Ice clinked against glass, a low chuckle emanating from the bar stool beside Ruby. A tumbler of rich amber was tipped back between a shrewd, air-chapped grin, drawing Ruby to the warm color of her company's eye, alight with glinting amusement.

"What?" Ruby grumbled.

When the barstool next to her creaked under a shift of weight- a lot of weight- Ruby was trying not to look at Cinder. Which was very difficult.

“Another old-fashioned, A. And a coke for soft-boiled here.”

“I hate coke.” She didn’t, but she did hate the absolutely crippling loss of control she was experiencing right about now.

It wasn’t even about crashing her bike anymore. No, that was just the beginning in a string of poor decisions.

She was no expert, but the kind of patches littered on the leathers of a biker that was as broad as they were intimidating gave away particular gang allegiances, even if Ruby couldn’t be completely sure what most of them meant.

And of course, she had to T-bone the back of one of them.

The next was arguably not her fault, and started somewhere around the point she’d been scraped off of the ground, bleary and disorientated. She hadn’t quite realized that instinctually obeying the gruff request of ‘Hold On’ meant that her torso would be pressed to the rider’s chest, or that she’d be bodily carried under her thighs by a single arm.

Ruby didn't remember a lot about the walk other than it feeling like an eternity, not really thinking about the fact that she’d probably hit the ground some ways from wherever her vespa ended up, but that she was clung to a complete stranger like a stupid koala.

From there, it only got worse.

When she'd been placed on the tail seat of a large cruiser, Ruby remembered the proud throb of a v-twin engine thumping low in her breast.

An armored glove holding her face had kept her firmly centered while answered a few basic questions among the static.

3 things came to light: She had no money on her, her scroll and wallet were nowhere to be found, and the broad tower of leather above her was utterly intimidating.

As if bearing the sight of them-of Cinder- *without* all that leather wasn’t bad enough, the fact that it had been thrown around Ruby was even worse.

That heavy jacket hadn't moved from Ruby’s shoulders since the accident, though the surrounding weight was comforting, holding her together where adrenaline would see her shaken to pieces. Something about the smell eased her nerves too, old leather and tobacco sitting above the cutting smell of engine oil. Ruby was silently glad she hadn’t given it back yet.

“So are you going to tell me your name? Or do I have to wait for the invoice to repair my bike?” “It’s Ruby. And you already know I don’t have any insurance.” Otherwise she’d probably be sitting in A&E right now, not in this sweltering hole in the wall.

A returned shortly with both drinks, a bottle of coke with the cap intact and a bottle opener passed Ruby. A thin, knowing smile was offered with no prompt for payment before she and Cinder were left alone again.

Ruby didn’t question it and popped the cap anyway, until Cinder chimed in: “In case you think one of us is packing benzo’s.”

“I didn’t think that.” Ruby countered immediately.

“Maybe not, but I can tell that an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people is setting off all sorts of alarms between your ears right now.”

That she couldn't argue with.

“C has a temper like a banshee. And A could probably put me in the ground if I deserved it. But they’re good folks. Better than most.”

"Can I..uh..ask about the letter thing?" Ruby said after a moment.

Cinder shrugged, "You can ask."

Ruby didn’t, raising the coke bottle with a trembling hand and taking small, conservative sips. Her stomach was still full of knots, but admittedly the sugar was helping.

Polishing off a second glass in moments, Cinder sank forward on her stool, a curious, solitary eye burning heat in Ruby’s face.

She imagined its twin and missing left arm had all met the same fate; A stub at the epicenter of scar tissue consumed the entirety of one side, reaching across from beneath an oil-stained tank to color Cinder's face and chest like a jagged, broken web.

Despite that, Cinder was far, far thicker than Ruby first gave credit for, a stacked physique hidden beneath perforated leather when Ruby's trashed Vespa had been dragged off the road, dumped it on the sidewalk like it weighed nothing.

The stool next to Ruby made a creak of relief as Cinder stood, and Ruby's eyes nearly bugged out of her head when watching them sink to one knee. The hand around her leg was so large that Ruby’s ankle nearly disappeared under Cinder’s grip, rippling warmth felt even through her sock.

Angling Ruby’s leg a little towards the light, it was the first time she’d really acknowledged the state of herself: The road rash looked gruesome, raw red from calf to thigh with gravel and god-knew-what-else was caught in her skin. Her arm stung too, but she’d taken the worst of the fall on one side.

Her jeans hadn’t stood a chance against the road, mangled around her leg as Cinder lifted pieces of it away from her skin with shocking gentleness. It stung like heck, but it wasn’t responsible for making her cheeks warm.

“Could have been worse.” Cinder commented while Ruby burned under the inspection, “Could have been better.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ruby muttered, in case it came out in any way breathless. Cinder moved her foot, letting the sole of her shoe press on the top of a very broad thigh. Reaching for a back pocket, Ruby stiffened at the click of a pocket knife snapping free from its handle in Cinder's hand.

If Cinder noticed the tremble in her knee she didn’t react to it. The blade must have been kept sharp, watching as it sheared through the denim with barely a tear until cool metal kissed Ruby’s thigh.

Cinder leaned forwards, body pressed into the motion of the slice in the absence of another hand to steady the fabric. They smelled just like their jacket, burning oil and smoke with a stronger hit of cologne, grounded and spiced and so good that it made Ruby’s mouth dry up.

A complete stranger had a blade between her legs and she was thinking about everything except how dangerous this whole situation was. Typical.

“It means you scooter drivers end up as a statistic because you think you’re too good to wear some basic gear.”

Pursing her lips together and swallowing hard, Ruby tried to look anywhere that wasn’t the rolling flex of her broad shoulders. “I deliver takeaway for tips. What makes you think I can afford real riding gear?”

“Fine. So what were you doing?" Cinder asked, "Fucking around on your scroll?” Oh god. The way the cuss rolled low off the tongue like it was part of the sentence shouldn’t have been so..so..

"I told you I don't know.” Ruby grimaced, gripping the sides of her stool like a lifeline. “I just- I was distracted."

“The bike goes where it's told to.”

That was the first lesson the instructors had drilled into her and around half a dozen greenhorns taking their basic motorcycle training. Sure, she’d had some close calls before, a few angry shouts thrown her way when in hindsight, one maneuver or another hadn’t been her smartest move. She’d always scraped through. Barely.

“Must have been one hell of a distraction. I’m pretty hard to miss.”

Cinder’s voice was low and smokey, flashing Ruby a lazy grin that showed a glint of metal teeth. The bridge tracked back from a sharper incisor, probably lost by whatever had claimed the rest of their left side, and it wasn’t attractive, didn’t fill heat in Ruby’s cheeks like a jug.

"Thought I hit a pothole to be honest." The knife circled just a few inches above the knee, shearing from Ruby's inner-to-outer thigh. "Leg up." Cinder said.

#cinder fall #ruby rose #cinderruby #fallen petals #rwby #biker au #i'm open to title suggestions

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