#me at every flower blooming rn

[whimsyprinx]

I so desperately want to life a ghibli-esque life where I see the wonders and joy in the mundane parts of life but that’s also impossible besties

[asthedeathoflight]

I'm not generally that materialistic but lately I've started literally dreaming about getting more orchids

[causenessus]

try again

part 0.3. FEELING A LITTLE DAPPER

“she still has his contact in her phone. some days she still looks through their old texts; at the last conversation they had, without even knowing it’d be their last. other days, she hovers over the delete button, but she’s never hit it. she could never sever her last tie to him. she wants to believe that maybe their lives are intertwined, sewn together in some way. she looks at the prunus mume tree right outside her office window as she cleans up the place a bit. it had to mean something, right? to her, it didn’t signify a lot, just forever. it was a heart-twisting reminder of him every time she saw it, and she wonders, did he recognize the tree? when he walked into her office and stared out her window, did he recognize it as the one that bears his favorite food? her head instinctively turns to look at it every time she passes it by, much like she used to do when she’d walk by his house when they still lived close to each other, even after they stopped talking. it’s not like there’d be anything new about the tree she hadn’t already seen; the flowers were blooming from the branches dancing in the wind, and its roots were peeking out from underneath the ground, but she still can’t help turning her head every time she walks by it. she can’t ever stop herself from looking at anything that reminds her of him. which is funny, because she sees him in everything; every song is about him, every story is about him–he was everything to her, and he still is everything. he’ll always be in her life. not a lot, just forever.”

content warning: lighthearted joke about being an alcoholic

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"when you walked in, i just stood still. i said, 'i'm sorry, love, i have no will. if i try to move, i'll break and spill. tired is the burning sea that calls me to the bottom like a stone. and i'm sinking alone.'"

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extras <3

today has been a day...so if this is a crusty boring chapter i am SO sorry

i tried i promise

when the tea gossipers gc moved in they all ended up writing like a document with multiple agreements

some of which being a cycle in which they will all cook for everyone, or if they're feeling lazy, they have to treat everyone out (but there's a $40 limit on how much they have to pay, anything more than that is either split between the rest of the three roomies or they'll each pay for their own drinks. tldr; there's lots of holes and amendments to this rule)

iwaizumi (although this applies to everyone, it's mainly for him since this is required in the rest of their jobs) is sworn to secrecy because he lives with three people who all specialize in dealing with serious cases and personal lives

omi is very admant about recycling. and he makes sure to wash out everything before it's recycled so that it's done properly (i'm projecting)

the tea gossipers went out to a sushi restaurant first before akaashi and y/n agreed it was too peaceful there and they wanted to go to a bar to drink (they're both only slightly tipsy atp, y/n doesn't feel like getting blackout drunk today and akaashi debating it rn)

the peas in a pod gc went to onigiri miya once omi got home when osamu stood there listening to atsumu explain the situation and try and convince omi to text y/n while omi ignored him the entire time

and then texted y/n five minutes later bc he couldn't hold himself back anymore

and as mentioned in the beginning :) y/n has kept his contact and a pfp of him from when he played volleyball when he was younger

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[tokkishouse]

from one bestie to another

could you gimme the most hair twirling, leg kicking, downright teeth rotting tighnari fluff with a sprinkle of mutual pining a girlie could ask for? pretty please and thank you 😗👉👈💕

I GOTCHU BESTIE!! Im getting a truck of sugar rn among other ingredients

(Sfw) Buy Your Time

Characters: Tighnari x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluffluffluff, mutual pining, Tighnari gets jealous

WC: ~1.4k words

"Alright I've got bandages, medicinal herbs, slime concentrate-- anything else I can get for you 'nari?" you ask, glancing up from the pile of supplies on your counter. Tighnari shakes his head, offering you a small smile. Hearing your nickname for him made his chest bloom with warmth and he could feel his tail curl up, mirroring the joy he was feeling.

"That's it this week. Thanks again." You smile and start calculating the price.

"Let me get that total for you and I'll send you off!"

This was Tighnari's weekly routine. He'd travel to Sumeru City weekly for supplies and stop by your shop. You had popped up not too long ago and were much smaller than the other stalls selling medicinal supplies. He had approached yours in curiosity. He was your first customer for the week, and you were practically vomiting up words in an attempt to convince him to buy from you.

He appreciated your honesty and integrity, only selling your supplies just above their raw value. The surprise on your face and tears bubbling in your eyes at the large first order left the fox with a warm feeling in his chest.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Your joy was immeasurable, and you sent him home with extra products he didn't even pay for. Thus began your relationship as merchant and buyer. You knew that at 10am sharp, Tighnari would appear ready to restock his stash, and maybe tell you about some new species he found or the latest expedition.

"Being a forest ranger sure sounds dangerous, 'Nari. You don't get very hurt, do you?" The man wants to curl up under his tail in pure guilt when he sees your concerned expression. He doesn't have the heart to tell you that he's had quite a few close calls in his life, including the time he was struck by lightning. Instead, he chooses to assuage your fears, assuring you that he's quite careful, which isn't a lie necessarily.

He doesn't know when he started falling for you-- was it when you took time out of your day to visit Gandharva Ville and check on Colleii's recovery? Or the other day you came and visited to help him tend to injured rangers? Maybe it was the way your whole body physically seemed to come alive every time he visited your shop. Sure, you were friendly with all your customers, radiating joy like a ball of sunshine. But he wasn't blind-- he notices the way your eyes light up and how your speech speeds up when talking to him. The attention you gave to him was special. He lived to see it.

The growing fondness was not isolated to just Tighnari-- you would never admit this aloud, but you had also grown fond of the forest ranger. He had shot up on your list of favored people months ago when he approached your stall with genuine interest. Every time he'd visit, he'd bring something more valuable than mora-- his time.

No matter how busy he seemed, or irrelevant the topic was, Tighnari always hung around your stall, sharing his stories or even just his feelings at the time. His attention was only on you, ears pointed towards you and eyes piercing, begging for you to go on for longer about whatever mundane daily happenings you experienced.

It was sickening. Maybe it was because he interacted with all sorts of flowers (you could always spot the softest dusting of pollen on his clothes), but Tighnari was intoxicating. You found yourself drawn to him and counting down the days to his next visit. You wanted to be near him constantly.

Any outsider who looked at you two for more than two seconds could tell that you both were head over heels for each other. You both were like school children, shifting and dancing around the reality of your feelings. Onlookers could only hope you two would realize the truth quickly and confess.

✦✧✦✧

"Hey, Tighnari, what kind of flowers does y/n like?"

Tighnari nearly snaps his pencil in half, ears perking up at attention. He feels his blood run cold, a barely audible growl rumbling through his chest.

"What was that?" he just barely manages to hiss out, slowly turning his gaze towards Amir, his fellow forest watcher. The man has a sheepish smile on his face, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's a bit cliche to fall for a healer, but I can't help it-- y/n is just beautiful! And they're so caring," he continues, then lets out an embarrassed laugh. "I want to take them out on a date! Or at least get to know them."

Tighnari's expression is unreadable as he stares at Amir. His mind races as he tries to process what he's just heard. Of course, I wouldn't be the only one to fall for them. But Amir? Does he really think he has a chance? Tighnari sneers mentally, and he can feel his tail straighten out in agitation, tugging at his lower back.

"You hang out with them a lot! Help me out Tighnari!" Amir pleads, clasping his hands together. The fox raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by his fellow ranger's desperation. Perhaps, a white lie wouldn't hurt. If it keeps Amir from acting stupid.

"I can't help you," Tighnari answers, and Amir looks up flabbergasted at his superior's denial of his request.

"If you want to court someone, you have to do the work yourself. It won't mean as much if I just tell you what y/n likes. Why not get to know them yourself?" The dog trainer stands there dumbfounded, but he takes Tighnari's words into consideration. There was some merit to it after all. And a person like you deserves to have full efforts made towards romancing you.

"I suppose you're right. Well, tha-" Amir begins, but he's cut off by a bone-chilling glare from Tighnari.

"Besides, I'm already courting y/n. Choose someone else."

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The next time Tighnari visits your shop, he's not greeted with a warm smile or a cheery "Welcome back 'nari!" Instead, he receives an unimpressed stare and crossed arms from you. He offers a weird smile, taking in your body language.

"What's got your roots tangled up, y/n? Did I not return on time?" He jokes, standing in front of your stall. You snort and lean forward, resting your hands on the counter, careful not to knock down the supplies you prepared.

"Did you tell Amir that we were dating?" you ask cooly, and Tighnari can feel his nerves burn like a wildfire. That blabbermouth. I should've known he'd run off and confirm that information himself. Tighnari clears his through and fixes his smile.

"Technically, I said I was courting you. He came up with dating on his own!" You roll your eyes and turn away to dig through your other supplies, not giving him an answer.

Tighnari swallows thickly, watching your figure, desperately trying to pick apart your body language. Did I overstep my boundaries? Are they pissed off? They didn't blow up in my face but they didn't seem too pleased either. Why are they-

"You know, if you wanted to take me out on a date, you could've just asked me out," you muse, slamming down a giant pouch of mistflower stamens. The archer blinks at you owlishly, and you can see the cogs in his brain turning as he processes what you say. When it clicks, his cheeks turn a dusty rose, and he suddenly can't make eye contact with you. His tail was a dead giveaway though, curling and twisting in excitement.

"I take it you like me back then?"

"You sure know a ton about plant life but not about reading obvious signs, huh?" He turns to look at you in shock, opening his mouth to counter your statement. You cut him off with a quick peck to his cheek, pressing the supplies into his hands.

"I'll be ready in 3 nights, 6 o'clock sharp." You poke his nose gently, and he sneezes instinctively. "Don't be late, or I'll make the hunter the hunted~"

@cosmi1k Tighnari content ❤️

Requests (both sfw and nsfw) are open~!

[theostrophywife]

here with a fluffy request :D i ask only for eris or cassian fluff. maybe aftercare. maybe just a sweet romantic moment. idk, its up to you!! but soft kisses are a must tho because that sounds adorable rn lol

your writing is amazing btw. i find myself constantly going back to reread it!

cotton candy kisses.

author’s note: you are too sweet 🥹 here's some baby boy cassian. (and maybe something for eris in a separate post what? who said that)

“does that feel good, baby?”

you sighed softly, nodding in appreciation as cassian massaged your scalp. the rose scented shampoo soothed your nerves as did your mate’s fingers which felt heavenly in your hair. the warm bath water licked at your skin, making you flush and sleepy. with half-closed lids, you hummed in appreciation and leaned into your mate's touch.

“your hands are magic, cas.”

cassian chuckled as you leaned back into him, his strong, muscled chest a solid plane behind you. you kissed the top of his knee as he cradled you between his thighs. he took great care and handled you gently, working out the kinks in your shoulders and rubbing soap over your aching muscles. it was such a stark contrast from your earlier activities in the bedroom when you both practically tore each other’s clothes off and pushed your bodies to the limit.

“you deserve it, sweetheart. that was a workout back there. i was afraid that we’d broken the mattress. again.”

you chuckled. “you do love to put that headboard through hell.”

your mate grinned. “don’t pretend like you don’t love it.”

“i do,” you said with a grin, “but not as much as i love you.”

cassian kissed your cheek. “i love you too, peach.”

you reached up to weave your fingers together. “will you give me a bun? like yours?” turning to your side, you beamed and poked cassian’s signature half bun. “i wanna match.”

the smile that bloomed on cassian’s face took your breath away. despite being mated for decades, you never really grew accustomed to how beautiful he was. every line and curve of his face was ingrained in your memory, the stunning color of his eyes, chocolate brown with mossy green and flecks of gold marked your soul, and the scar through his right brow was a landmark that denoted home.

there was a warmth to him, sometimes it was the burning flame of passion and other times, in moments like these, he was the cozy heat emanating from an ever trusty hearth. it was in the gentle way he gathered your hair, trailing soft kisses along your jaw and temple as he tied your curls back.

cassian turned you around to admire his work. “i think you pull off the bun better than i do, peach.”

“never,” you said, crawling into his lap. soap suds slicked skin brushed against you as you wrapped your arms around cassian's neck. “i could never be as cute as you, baby.”

your mate chuckled as he pulled you into his arms. he nuzzled his nose against yours and showered you with tiny kisses. “yeah? you think i’m cute?”

“mhm,” you murmured, twirling a strand of his silky raven hair as you tugged him down to you. “you’ve got a cute bun. and a cute face. and the cutest ass.”

cassian chuckled and tilted your chin up, his lips meeting yours perfectly. he lavished you with cotton candy kisses, soft and sweet and slow. the two of you took your time, kissing like it was the first time. kissing like you were still shy teenagers in the throes of puppy love. your fingers in his hair, his hands on your hips, lips velvet and plush and oh so intoxicating.

you moaned softly as his tongue brushed gently along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. like a flower in spring, you bloomed for cassian. your skin tingled as you kissed and kissed until your lips were swollen. still, it never felt like enough.

gods, you could’ve kissed him forever.

“my sweet peach,” cassian whispered, his lips ghosting over yours. you nipped at his bottom lip, savoring the taste of him. his kisses were intoxicating. you wanted to drown in it. in him.

“hmm,” you sighed dreamily. “more kisses, please. i wanna feel your lips on mine, cas. always.”

your mate kissed you once, twice, three times. "all my kisses are for you, peach. always."

[pengujoon]

LITTLE EXTRA LOVE

cont. gojo x reader, fluff, more fluff. surprise gone wrong (or did it?), they’re both super hopeless romantics for each other urgh, they kiss at the end. implied living together!au, intentional lowercase

a/n. ugh i need someone to love me rn 

the charming flower shop nestled in the heart of the bustling city was a haven of colors and scents waiting to be explored. as gojo satoru approached, he reached out and gently pushed open the door.

the melodious chime of a small brass bell, hanging just above the door, greeted him with a delicate jingling, as if announcing his arrival to a world of blooms and beauty.

inside the shop, gojo's cerulean blue eye, like the clearest of skies, sparkled with anticipation as he took in the captivating sight of flowers in every imaginable hue. their fragrances intertwined in the air, creating an intoxicating bouquet that teased his senses.

the florist, a knowing smile playing on her lips, greeted him warmly. “good afternoon! what brings you here today?”

gojo winked playfully, leaning in closer. “i’m on a mission to find the most beautiful bouquet. it's a surprise for someone special.”

she chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling. “i see. well, you've come to the right place."

as gojo scanned the myriad of blooms, each one vying for his attention, he couldn't help but confide in the florist. “you know, i want it to be a surprise, a moment she'll never forget.”

the florist nodded in understanding. “how about this one? it's a vibrant mix of sunflowers, roses, and lilies — a bouquet that speaks of love, warmth, and passion.”

gojo's eyes lit up as he examined the bouquet. “perfect, wrap it up!”

as he held the bouquet in his hands, gojo's heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and love. he couldn't help but imagine the way your eyes would light up, the surprise and joy that would dance across your face when you received this unexpected gift. it was a small gesture, yet it carried the weight of his affection, a message of love he longed to convey.

the bouquet was wrapped with meticulous care, its vibrant colors and delicate fragrance preserved for the moment of revelation. gojo's heart danced with anticipation as he made his way to your apartment.

standing before your door, he took a deep breath, gathering his courage. his pulse quickened with every second that ticked by as he rang the doorbell, the sound echoing in the hallway, each chime a note in the symphony of his heart.

the door finally swung open, revealing your radiant presence, bathed in the soft glow of your apartment. the suspense hung in the air, an unspoken question of what lay behind those beautiful eyes of yours.

but before gojo could utter a word, he noticed the bouquet you held in your own hands — a beautiful assortment of flowers that mirrored the ones he had chosen. it was a twist of fate, a delightful surprise that neither of you could have anticipated.

surprise painted your features, and your eyes met his, wide with amazement. it was a moment of delightful synchrony, two hearts thinking of the same beautiful surprise.

gojo couldn't help but smirk, his voice filled with playful charm. “well, well, it seems we're on the same wavelength, my love.”

your laughter, like the sweetest melody, joined his. you stepped closer, a soft blush gracing your cheeks as you admitted, “i guess so.”

as you both stood there, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and the warmth of each other's presence, gojo couldn't resist teasing you further. “so, what's the occasion? did i miss something important?”

you rolled your eyes, a playful glint in them. “no, no, it's not an anniversary or anything like that. i just thought you could use a little extra love today.”

gojo's smirk softened into a genuine smile. “well, you certainly know how to make a guy feel special. you know, i was planning to make this evening special too,” he chuckled.

gojo's hand found its way to the small of your back, his touch gentle yet possessive. his eyes, the color of a deep, endless ocean, held an intensity that spoke volumes of his affection. In the quiet of the evening, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you to bask in the glow of your love.

he leaned in slowly, his lips drawing nearer to yours. every moment felt like an eternity, as if time itself had slowed to savor this exquisite connection between your hearts. your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation, the world around you melting into a blur of colors and sensations.

then, as his lips met yours, it was as if the universe itself held its breath. the kiss was a gentle exploration, a soft and lingering promise of love and devotion. his lips were warm and velvety against yours, moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm of your heartbeats.

there was no rush, no urgency — only a profound, wordless exchange of emotions. it was a kiss that spoke of trust, of a deep and abiding connection that transcended the physical. in that moment, you were enveloped in a cocoon of tenderness, a sanctuary of love that existed solely for the two of you.

you opened your eyes to meet his, finding within them a reflection of the profound love that had blossomed between you. as your gazed locked, gojo's hand gently rested on your waist, pulling you closer to him. with a soft smile, gojo whispered words of affection that hung in the air like the sweetest melody, a promise of an enduring love that would forever light the path of your shared journey.

went out with my best friend a few days ago to celebrate his birthday! when I saw people buying flowers for their partners I knew I had to write this story

funfact did you know I forgot to attend my graduation yesterday and instead I started bungou stray dogs ㅠㅠ

[justkennadi]

Dating Wade ripple as an Earth person 💙💚🤎

Notes: Yes ik he is water but still😭 honestly i think it’s more abt his personality i like. Anyways this is a mini series i’m doing rq while it’s still all fresh. If someone already did it i’m sorry😭 i don’t see anything so i guess just let me know but this was honestly my idea the only inspo i used was pinterest and the movie itself. We didn’t get much info abt earth ppl from the movie or anything ignoring clod so imma make up stuff. (i had this in my draft for a month so imma just drop these cause i’m too busy for anything else rn 💀)

Content: Wade ripple x fem!Earth person, all fluff

- You met Wade on day while watering your garden. You had mostly flowers and sold them as a hobby. You often stayed to yourself but one day you heard someone sniffling behind you…

- You see a crying water man in a yellow shirt and before you say anything he goes, “This is just the most *sniff* beautiful garden i’ve ever seen!!”

-You kinda freak out seeing him cry, you knew water people were emotional but he takes the cake.

- You invite him into your yard for a tour and even gave him a flower take with him.

-From that day forward he visited you everyday before and after his shift as a City inspector.

- One day you asked to go to a botanical garden. He agreed but, of course, cried since this would be his first date ever.

- You wore a nice dress (as shown in the pic above or whatevr u want ofc) and he teared up. “You are just sooo beautiful!!”

- After looking around a bit you wanted to try hold and hold his hand.

- “I wanna try!”

- “Are you sure? I guess so..”

- Wade would gently grab your hand and nothing really happened. Your hand would just get a little damp and occasionally a tint flower would bloom from your hand.

-Wade is very touchy feely so after this he’s all over you

- He hugs you every hour of the day just about!

- He invited you over to see his family after a month of dating. Everyone admired how pretty you looked and how the flowers in your hair were so beautiful.

- You even witnessed “the crying game” which was honestly so funny.

- Once it got to you and wade he got you by saying he loves you! You never cried before but a single tear fell from your eye and it was honestly so sweet.

- Wade would help you water your garden by crying sometimes.

- Wade listens to you talk about how you feel and offers the best advice he can despite being a water element and not earth.

- You two once played in a mud puddle after a rainy day and it was amazing. Wade had turned slightly brown and you were damp but it was the best fun you’ve ever had tbh

- In the end you and him complimented each other greatly and you both couldn’t be happier.

[anintrovertedechoe]

QUESTION QUESTION QUESTION

what nicknames / terms of endearment do you think the brothers would call MC ?

to all the people who sent in prompt requests im so sorry it’s the illness i swear-

BUT ANYWAYS

Pet Names the Brothers Call MC

Lucifer

heart’s dearest

okay so i read this in a fic once and it’s a guilty pleasure of mine now i absolutely adore this pet name and fully believe Luce would call you this it’s canon guys there’s no room for objection

flower

you bloom in his presence and he will nourish your growth with everything he has to make sure you never wither away

darling

this one i think would be for either softer moments OR when he’s fed up with you and he’s like ‘darling, please get Cerberus off of you, he’s over 400 pounds it’s not safe for you to let him sit on you like that’ and ur jus like ‘hehe ouppy’

honorable mentions: dear/dearest, precious, dove, angel (teehee)

Mammon

treasure

cmon guys we all know that he would call you this it’s basically canon I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN RAHHH 🗣️🗣️‼️ he’s so sweet my baby mwah mwah. I can’t see him calling you jewel or ruby or anything like that it’s too formal for him. maybe diamond ??

birdie

yk how crows are his familiars? yeah. plus whenever he looks at you he feels his heart soar and he thinks not even the sky is the limit when it comes to the two of you. you just make him so happy bro :(

sweetheart

once again i think this could be used for softer or sadder moments BUT also when he’s like being silly or cheeky w you hes so babygirl coded he so meow

honorable mentions: darlin’, babe/baby, angel (he would also call you this but it’s less intense and more casual), human

cmon u thought I would forget? ur always gna be his human :)

Leviathan

let’s be so fr he would be so HESITANT to call you anything he’s so cringefail (affectionate) but let’s see hmm

player two

he wouldn’t be like ‘my player two :)’ but he would call you that affectionately while talking to you he’s a gamer he can’t help it !! ur always by his side, the best teammate he cld ask for :(

star

he calls you star whenever he’s like super excited like if you defeat a really hard level for him or together WITH him it’s really cute but he gets all embarrassed afterwards dbsjskjebe

sunshine

okay so ik what y’all are thinking, no way mans has the guts to call you this BUT HEAR ME OUT. he’s feeling vulnerable and sad and youre like the sun for him! he (lizard style) feels like he can bask in your warmth and you brighten his days. you’re comforting him while he’s resting his head on your shoulder and after a while he feels better, offering a shy smile and a, “thanks, sunshine.”

honorable mentions: henry, mana (u recharge him !!), oyster (he tried calling you pearl once but blurted out oyster instead. he doesn’t call you this but you refuse to let it go and he hates it #loserboy(affectionate))

Satan

kitten IM KIDDING IM KIDDING

my heart

cmon have you never heard his song ‘read my heart’ ??? you taught him how to love; you have such a tight grip on his heart that it might as well be yours by now

beautiful / gorgeous

this man is so smooth sometimes WITHOUT EVEN TRYING he genuinely finds you breathtaking he’s not even trying to be slick this is a genuine nickname for you,,,making kissy faces at him rn.

love / lovely / my love

he loves you send tweet. but he’s honestly so sweet and genuine about it. he has this precious small little smile on whenever he calls you it in public and he looks so boyish and sweet how can you not fall for him??? he left you with no choice

honorable mentions: my light, my fire, ladybird (regardless of gender)

Asmodeus

precious

you’re genuinely precious to him. this man adores you with every fiber of his being. you jus mean ??? everything to him???

cutie / cutiepie

ur just so adorable to him like LOOK AT THIS LITTLE HUMAN ??? adorable. when he’s feeling especially overwhelmed by you he pulls out the cutiepie and pinches your cheeks and sometimes it kinda hurts :(( dw tho he’ll treat you to an exclusive all inclusive asmo night just for the two of you if you let him know, so…no complaints here!

jewel

he may have been the jewel of the heavens but you’re by far the most precious jewel he has come across. he treats you like you’re priceless—only makes sense that the name fits the action.

honorable mentions: darling, sweetheart/sweetie, honey, lovely

Beelzebub

sweets

okay so he loves food but he doesn’t wanna call you something that’s OBVIOUSLY food related because he loves you in a different way he loves food yk??? and he wants you to know he sees you as more than that. so he calls you sweets because just thinking about you makes him feel like sugar’s melting softly on his tongue

flame

spoilers! yk the life candle incident thing? yeah. you basically are his life force with what you did. he’ll never forget that. you are his driving force, his life, his flame <3

bear

IT SOUNDS SO WEIRD AT FIRST but just listen okay 😭 it started off as teddy bear when he first started to try and come up with pet names for you but he didn’t like how that made you sound because yeah you may be human but you are the strongest being he has ever had the honor of meeting ?? you make him feel so capable and strong but the fact that you also have his back makes him feel…strange (he has butterflies guys)

honorable mentions: buzz (bees make honey plus based off a hc of what MC calls the boys), baby, fire

(i had such a hard time with him guys 😭)

Belphegor

bug / lovebug

LISTEN. THIS BITCH IS SO ANNOYING. (affectionate) he started calling you bug and you didn’t know where it came from and so you asked and he said ‘like a bedbug. bc ur annoying.’ he’s so mean i hate him :((( but he’s always been a bit of a brat what can u expect…definitely not him adding love to it. he called you lovebug when your guard was down and when you looked at him in shock the absolute cutest most sweet smile took over his face??? this is not fair cmon

bip / bips / bippy

it started as ‘personal body pillow’ bc belph is an entitled little mf and eventually got shortened to ‘bp’ pronounced ‘bip’ and then it evolved. complain all you want but you enable him by letting him use you as a personal pillow man. hes so cute when he shuts his mouth tho you can’t help it :((

bunny

he thinks its a cute nickname send tweet. but in all honestly belphie is sweet when he wants to be and he thinks ur super cute ! he usually calls you bunny when he’s teasing you but the name will slip out in an occasional moment of vulnerability <3

honorable mentions: babe, mommy (gn), buttercup, the first initial of your name

hopefully ygs like this i started struggling after a while 😭

parts of these come from bits of canon from my own inner world but honestly the boys all love you and are really sweet so ☹️🫶

beel and belphie were especially hard because i really think they would mostly just use variations of your name but I TRIED MY BEST HOPEFULLY IT WAS TO UR SATISFACTION

send an ask over if you want me to do the dateables or alternatively, what MC/you call the brothers!

[itsabouttimex2]

Feeling evil rn :)

So I'm roleplaying with LSO MK, and currently the Y/N is very injured in their first fight against someone, since they decided to be a sneaky monkie kid and try to train themself somewhere again from MK.

Problem is that Y/N hasn't really be trained at all and doesn't know how to fight or even USE the staff.

And the Monkie Knight is not reacting very well at ALL.

Let’s Start Over:

 Battle Scars

You lay weakly across the ground, breathing hard and heavy. Arms roughly scraped against smooth concrete, shins kicked to swollen bruises. Blood from your nose and mouth. Head pounding. Everything hurts.

But you aren’t in any real danger. Not since your mentor’s prompt and almost brutal arrival on the scene.

“…Monkie Knight? How… how did you know I was…?”

Jin- and Yin, even though there was only supposed to be one of them because that was the rumor circulating and you wouldn’t have come out here on your own if you had known it would be both instead of just one-

Jin and Yin both lay limply across the ground, broken limbs strewn sloppily about their prone bodies.

They aren’t dead.

MK wouldn’t kill in front of you. Really, he doesn’t like to kill at all. But especially not in front of his cherished student.

“I told you,” your mentor whispers, clutching your head tight to his chest. “How many times did I tell you, kiddo? How many times did I lecture you about this? We spent hours going over this.”

Your wounds are many, each one a different shape, size, severity. Red and purple paint your skin, bruises and gashes along the length of your limbs and chest.

Nothing fatal, and that was clear at even a casual glance- but it didn’t make your mentor any less worried.

“Idiot,” he murmurs to your ear. That mild insult is the literal harshest word you’ve heard escape his mouth. Maybe you’ve earned it, with a stunt like this. “My little idiot. I can’t trust you at all, can I? You are never going outside without me again.”

MK presses a kiss to your forehead, stroking sweat-stained strands of hair from your eyes. “I shouldn’t have taken my eyes of off you, not even for a moment. I should’ve gotten here sooner. I should’ve protected you,” says a small and guilty voice, as though you had been killed instead of beaten down by two gibbering idiots. “I won’t let you get hurt again, Y/N.”

It’s rare that he calls you by your real name- you’ve been affectionally dubbed Clover, a reference to your position as the fourth bearer of the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

If MK is dropping that moniker, it’s simply more proof of how serious things have gotten.

His arms snake around your body, one hand resting under your thighs, the other supporting your upper back. Another kiss to your bleeding forehead, then he speaks:

“Let’s go home.”

You can’t bring yourself to answer beyond a nod, some level of shame and embarrassment sealing your lips. All you manage is a short nod before settling into his arms for the trek.

Every step forward is near agony, jostled about in spite of how careful MK is trying to be with you. The ground nearest to him is left uneven from the prior fight, broken and crumbled by powerful impacts. You bounce about, feeling all the bruises along you scrape against the torn clothing on you. At your first whimper, the Monkie Knight looks down at you, caught between worry born of anger and a deep pity.

“We’re gonna have words, Y/N, trust me. But I’ll get you patched up first, huh? Just close your eyes and let me get you home.”

Doing as requested, you try to focus on the beat of your mentor’s heart instead of his droning footsteps and the buzzing pain blooming across your skin.

The journey is slow and grueling, but MK reassures you several times both verbally and physically, stopping to adjust his grip on you and taking a moment to praise how well you’ve been doing.

And soon enough you’re home on Flower Fruit Mountain, bundled up under a blanket as MK stomps about the house in search of medical supplies.

“I can’t believe you. I cannot believe you, Clover. Pulling a stunt like this. Hands out. Now.”

You offer them up without hesitation, causing MK to falter with his sternness. “Good,” he praises, taking your left hand between his own.

A golden seal crackles to life on your palm, a severe restriction of powers. “No more staff.”

Then, he takes your right hand, prompting an exact replica of the first glittering power-limiter to sparkle into existence. “No more clones or shape-shifting.”

A final kiss to your forehead prompts a much more ominous seal to blossom across your skin, a bright golden line winding all the around your head, reminiscent of a single-banded crown.

“And no Mystic Monkey form, either.”

Something deep inside you starts to ache, a severance of your true identity forming within. All from a simple fatherly action that is no doubt being performed for “your own good”.

“Hands,” he repeats, grabbing a washcloth and a small water basin. You offer them again, a little slower this time, struggling to accommodate the newfound emptiness in your chest. MK begins to scrub your arms clean with a mild soap and warm water, frowning as he surveys the damage.

“You’re lucky. So, so lucky. If I hadn’t gotten there in time, you would have… they would have…”

A pause. Your mentor takes a deep breath. He pushes a small washcloth into your hands, frowning a little deeper as he rolls up the fabric of your pants.

“Pat your arms dry,” is his simple command. You slowly do as told, feeling as though your arms have been burdened with lead. As you work the wetness from your tattered skin, the Monkie Knight tends to your legs.

When all the wounds have been cleaned and your arms are no longer smothered in water and soap, MK takes them again and starts to apply large bandages to the worst of your wounds.

Each one is glittery, some shade of gold or red, branded with a smiling monkey face in the middle. They had been pricier than any store brand, but your mentor didn’t mind shelling out for the extra quality and cute designs.

The brighter colors and sparkling material made you smile when they caught in the light, and you smiling made him happy. They were an investment that paid themselves back several times over, in his opinion.

Your smile is one of his favorite things, now that he thinks of it. It’s proof that he’s doing well as a mentor, that he’s keeping you healthy and safe.

But looking at your face right now shows only regret and pain- maybe a little bit of emotional hurt alongside the discomfort caused by the struggles of battle.

“…I love you,” he says, hoping to cut the cold tension with a few warm words. “Even when you make bad decisions.”

“…I love you too,” is your delayed answer, causing the Monkie Knight to sigh in relief. Maybe you’re only saying to because he said it first. Or maybe because he’s done so much that you think you owe him that love.

Maybe you were on the verge of saying it yourself, without prompting or reason.

Regardless, MK drops everything to scoop you up in his powerful arms, his muscles straining to give a proper squeeze, pushing every bit of air free from your lungs.

“I won’t ever let you go again,” he says.

You doubt that he’s joking.

[daxerian]

Out of all, you are my favourite flower

Mick Shumacher x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, and my wonderful grammar😜

Words: it's 3:20am please, this info is too much to ask for

A/N: So basically I'm kinda sick rn again😻🤞🏼 and I was too lazy to write another fic but here I am at 3:20am ❤️

Also I read every comment, inbox message, etc. And I am so incredibly greatful for the ideas, sweet messages and all❤️❤️ and I will be writing soon enough the ideas you guys left on here ‼️ and take care, stay hydrated and don't lose your lip balm!!! Now enjoy reading 🧁

Mick Schumacher dashed into the quiet flower shop, his racing heart matching his hurried footsteps. He had promised his friend a gift for the birthday party they were attending, but in his rush, he had forgotten to buy one. His eyes scanned the vibrant display of blooms, searching for the perfect gift.

"Excuse me, do you need any help?" a sweet voice called out from behind the counter. "Um, well yes! I'm attending a birthday party and I forgot to buy a gift in all that rush, would you mind helping in any sort of way?" Mick was honestly surprised he could say more than one sentence without stuttering because, in his eyes, he was talking to the most beautiful woman ever to walk on earth.

"Well, to save you some time, you can pick one of the pre-made flowers we made this morning or you could pick some flowers and we can do a custom bouquet for you." Y/N softly told Mick the two options he could pick from with a smile on her face. "If we did a custom one, how long would it take?" Mick asked her, "About 10 minutes? It also depends on what kind of bouquet and how many types of flowers you want" Y/N once again answered softly with a happy face.

"Ooh, I'm afraid I don't have a lot of time to wait out for that custom one" Mick told her, "Oh, no worries! You can take a look and pick out one of the pre-made ones" Y/N told Mick with this tone in her voice that made Mick feel this weird but in a good way..

"These are all so beautiful too, which one do you like the most?" Mick asked Y/N, of course, he would go with the classic red roses but he wanted to talk to her more, "Well I would choose the one with peonies and irises, since it's giving such a fresh look and never looks bad anywhere you know? And it's also one of my favorites so that's the other reason" Mick listened to Y/N carefully, making mental notes to himself that Y/N likes peonies and irises together.

"I'll gladly take them then" Mick smiled while looking at her. "Perfect choice! That would be 27 euros" Y/N told him. Mick paid, thanked Y/N for her time and was now rushing to the party destination.

"Honey, I bet he's gonna come soon again" Y/N's colleague and friend, Layla, told her once Mick left the shop. "And what do you mean by that Lala?" Y/N asked Layla with curiosity in her. "He was looking at you like you were some kind of goddess, and with these big love heart eyes" Layla was now excited to tease her friend a bit, since she only told the truth, she could have all that fun in the world.

"He wasn't! He needed help and I helped him, that's part of our job you know?" Y/N told her, trying to deny the fact that Mick was looking at her like that. "Now what exactly are you trying to deny?" Layla asked Y/N, raising her eyebrow because she saw all of those lovie-dovie looks he was giving her friend. "Nothing Lala! I'm just saying the basic facts, he needed help and that's what I did, helped him" Y/N told her.

"So you are telling me that a man that's in a rush stops his spinning world just to talk to you more? Girl, you know damn well that if someone is in a rush they just pick out these pre-made flowers that we put our souls into, pay and leave, running to their destination so they can look like they are on time. And that man stopped his rush mode to listen to you, to adore your passion about this whole flower business, and I'm telling you, he'll come back soon" Layla just told her friend the truth, she wanted Y/N to understand that the stranger that came to the shop was gonna return, for her.

-----

2 weeks passed and Layla was right. Mick Schumacher was back in the flower shop again, but this time more chilled with no intention of rushing to get somewhere. "Hello, how was your day so far?" Mick asked Y/N with a smile on his face, "Welcome again! I'm feeling perfect, what can I help you with today?" Y/N was happy to see Mick back in the shop, but she also knew that Layla wouldn't shut up about how right she was.

"Could we do a custom bouquet today?" Mick asked, "I hope we don't have to rush it this time" Y/N laughed a bit, bringing up the situation from 2 weeks ago. "No rush today" Mick laughed alongside her, oh how pretty she looked with her hair down. He thought to himself, "So a special bouquet for somebody, who might that person be?" Y/N asked him, to know a bit about the person she's gonna be making a bouquet for, because it can't be just good, it needs to be perfect.

"For my mum, she's visiting after what seems like a long time" Mick answered her question, having this cheeky smile on. "A special bouquet for a special person then," Y/N told him. "Yeah, and she likes roses kinda classic but I don't want to get her only roses, and I have no idea what goes with them" Mick told her. "They go along with a lot of types of flowers, one of the more fresh combos that I recommend to people are these pinkish roses with daisies and dahlias but maybe, for a more classic red rose bouquet, you could just do with a few baby's-breath, the little white flowers."

Mick listened, he could honestly listen to her talking about different types of flowers all day and wouldn't get tired of it."Let's do the fresh one you like to recommend to people" Mick told her, "Okay, perfect" and just like that Y/N started working her magic on the flowers. "So, I never quite caught your name?" Mick told her, "It's Y/N" She answered him, not looking at him but only focusing on the flowers. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman" Mick told her while truly admiring her, he never met anybody with such a dedication and love towards flowers. And that's what made him like her, adore her, love her.

"What's your name" Y/N asked him, "Mick" "That's a very beautiful name, Mick" Y/N looked at him and gave him a soft smile before continuing her job. And the two of them made a small talk, got to know each other a bit more and then came the time when Mick had to pay and leave. "28€ today" Y/N told Mick, "There you go, and thank you so much again Y/N" Mick told her after he paid, "No problem, I hope your mum will like them" Y/N told him before they told each other goodbyes.

"And you didn't believe me, honey" Layla told her, feeling proud of herself that Mick had come again. "You should start listening to me more" she also added. "I will listen to you more than ever before Queen Lala" Y/N told her friend.

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*time skip to like a year later cause I don't have the energy to write everything 😔*

After months of being friends, Mick finally got brave enough to ask Y/N to be his girlfriend and of course, she said yes. (My dream fr, sorry) Now the two of them were having a lazy evening in Mick's apartment, a movie they weren't paying attention to and just focusing on each other's company. "You know Mick, out of all, you are my favourite flower" Y/N told him, "And you are my favourite thrilling memory, Meine Liebe"

❤️❤️

[frenchoravocadotoast]

Hytham headcanons

Hytham (AC Valhalla) x GN!reader

Word count: 1078

A/N's note: I've been meaning to write about Hytham these past few weeks! Have some headcanons while I finish reading The Golden City :) (it got a bit angsty at the end)

Hytham’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. Hear me out.

He's pretty quiet (compared to the rowdy Vikings, at least), but true to his creed, he watches everything and everyone like a hawk. This applies to you too.

Hytham is willing to wait when he starts to grow interested in someone. He’d much rather approach them only once he feels like he’s gotten to know them both from the inside and the outside. I don’t see him seeking his crush out from the very beginning – he prefers bonding with them over time and seeing where things go.

Do not be fooled by his acting. Whether he’s cackling at a joke, dining at the longhouse or target practicing, Hytham is sure to be eavesdropping on your conversation. If you’re nearby, that is. This doesn’t mean that he’s spying on you specifically – he tends to strain his ears (like all Hidden Ones do, really), and sometimes, if he’s lucky, he might just hear your voice.

When he does, he smiles to himself.

You’re good friends with Eivor, and often accompany her on her errands around the village. This has led you to the bureau multiple times, and Hytham is always caught off guard by the unexpected visit.

“🧍🏾‍♂️Oh. Good evening.”

You like the place, it’s cozy and the man isn’t bad company either. So you stay, and even if there’s other parchments he needs to finish before sunset, Hytham perks up at the chance to answer any question you might have (grinning and kicking his feet when you show interest in the creed).

So that’s where you spend time together. Celebrations in Ravensthorpe are also guaranteed to lure him out of his cove – you’ll be sure to find him letting loose and coming out of his shell more. His favorite game is apple bobbing, and he’s determined to win everytime – but despite his competitive streak, he might pretend to lose if he’s going up against you.

As for gift giving, it doesn’t evolve into actual physical gifts until later on (he thinks that’d be way too obvious). Instead, his first ‘gifts’ are things you might need.

Whether you have experience in fighting/self-defense or not, Hytham hints at the training yard he and Basim use. He invites you to use it whenever you please (you can pummel the dummies for a bit, as long as you put them back in their place); and if you have no experience whatsoever, he’ll gladly teach you some things.

You don’t get to have your own hidden blade though. Sorry (ask Basim for one)

But you can try his! Just don’t die.

If you do somehow get injured, you can have the medicine he’s made. It’s all yours.

Interested in a particular topic? He probably has a book about it at the bureau (or he’ll find it somehow, don’t ask) and will gladly let you take it.

Teaches you how to do the leap of faith. If you pull his leg just like Eivor did and don’t leave the haystack, I think he’d have a similar reaction.

“Very funny. You can come out now.”

“We are so not doing this rn.”

“Please.”

“Please, Basim will kill me.”

Things start to shift when you see the signs. You crack a joke with your friends and notice Hytham’s already looking at you with a soft smile. You tell him your pouch is broken, and remember the beautiful purse you’d once seen at a market in Lunden. Days later, coincidentally, Eivor brings you a beautiful leather pouch from the same city (hint: it wasn’t Eivor’s idea). You also find him playing hide and seek with the Norse children outside, and he urges you to join.

You start testing out your theories. When spring comes, you comment on the beauty of the blooming flowers and he’s immediately crouched down, going through every plant in your vicinity to tell you everything he knows about them. By the end, you have a large bouquet of flowers in your hands.

Eivor sees this, and jokingly tells Hytham he should get some purple ones and smack you in the face with them (a courting tradition amongst Vikings). Needless to say he’s mortified.

Random secret: he knows how to make flower crowns – his mother taught him when he was younger.

He’s giving you instructions as you weave the stems together, and you can’t help but feel his eyes glancing repeatedly between your hands and face.

It’s not until Ravensthorpe is attacked that you’re forced to face your feelings. The ambush is bad – there is no escape as the docks are on fire, and arrows are whizzing past you no matter where you run. Whether you’re a villager, a sage, or a warrior doesn’t really matter. It’s the kind of attack where you’re certain your next stop is going to be Valhalla.

But then the clashing of swords stop. The last enemy falls to their knees, and through the smoke and the ringing in your ears, you hear the roaring victory of your people.

Sigurd and Basim are looting the bodies. Eivor is opening the longhouse where the villagers have barricaded themselves. But you don’t catch sight of Hytham, not until you see him emerge from the woods along with the other Drengr. His white robes are flapping in the wind, his sword dripping with blood, and he’s holding his side as he grimaces. So you run to him.

He sheathes his weapon when he sees you alive and well, eyes darting all over your face as if scanning for injuries; and before you can say anything, he cups your face and locks his lips with yours.

Congrats! You’re now dating.

Basim tells you and Eivor something enigmatic months before his sudden betrayal. Hytham’s happiness is clearly reason for his gratitude, and no matter how much you insist that Ravensthrope is Basim’s home too, you’re only rewarded with a wry smile from the assassin.

It’s months later, when you’re sitting in the empty bureau with Hytham, that you reason Basim must have known. You watch as Hytham grips the table and rakes his hands through his hair, how he paces the room when he’s not squeezing your hand. He questions everything when you realize Basim must have known all this time – must have known that he wasn’t going to stay, that his apprentice would be alright. That Hytham would be happy in Ravensthorpe. And thus, you make sure it stays that way.

[tomatoland]

Force & Book's relationship is quintessential gardener-flower relationship

So the idea of the gardener-flower dynamic is not new. It's actually been around for awhile now and has been in media (for example, season 1 of Will & Grace, the movie "I, Tonya," Will Smith made a video called "Defining Love" talking about it, but more about this in a sec), articles, etc.

It's a concept that in every relationship or “garden,” one person is the gardener who tends and one person is the flower who gets tended to. There can also be two gardeners in a relationship, but never two flowers because then no one would care to tend to anything.

In their relationship, Force is the gardener and Book is the flower. And they understand this too. Force is Book's “Life Master,” right?

Force's efforts in the early days as the gardener of their relationship are well documented in the FB fandom. How he nurtured their relationship and connection when Book was too scared to engage during Enchante era due to a painful friend experience in college.

But it's not just nurture, love and care that the gardener provides to the flower and their relationship and this next part is where I think Force is an amazing and natural gardener with Book.

"The relationship that a gardener has with a flower is, the gardener wants the flower to be what the flower is designed to be — not what the gardener wants the flower to be. You want the flower to bloom and to blossom and to become what IT wants to be, you want it to become what God designed it to be. You’re not demanding that it become what you need it to be for your ego.” -Will Smith

Whatever Book does, Force is his Number 1 supporter.

"Geng mak" or good job/well done is the unofficial foxmochi cheer because Force is always telling Book this after he performs or speaks or even illogically when they are playing on separate teams lol.

Book's love language is words of affirmation and Force always lets Book know because he knows this. And now Book tells Force this back. And foxmochis tell them both at events and appearances.

You might think this dynamic is unfair or unbalanced to the gardener because you would think that being flower is easy. The flower just exists and receives love and attention, but these were interesting insights I read about why being the flower can actually be hard. First, you have accept that you are the flower which is not so easy to do, accepting the care and nurture being given to you. It can be scary and intimidating to do the introspection, soul searching, and cliff jumping required to be the flower. There can be this fear that what you are doing is bringing down your partner. Sound a little like someone?

To me, it makes absolute sense that ForceBook as a pairing is flourishing this year because Book is truly coming into his own as the flower Force always knew he could be.

The more confident Book becomes in his abilities, in sharing his gifts with the world, the more people will see him and come to love him, to love THEM. And as a pairing, the more successful they'll be. Their star is rising sharply and while there are a lot of people in the background who contribute to this, I have to think that Force's role as the gardener to Book's flower factors significantly.

"And, as we grow, we’ll all be called upon to do some gardening of our own. Gardening that, because we’ve experienced love and care and support from others, we’ll inevitably be better at doing ourselves."

And we're now seeing this. This year was ForceBook's first LOL Fan Fest, first international fan meetings, and GMMTV fan days where they had to give speeches. And if you watch, during ments, when Force gets emotional, Book's hand always goes to Force's shoulder IMMEDIATELY as a sign of support like "I'm here for you/ Standing with you" and this helps ground Force enough so he can continue speaking (I can't find a photo rn so accept this placeholder until). Or the story they shared where they were both nervous while prepping for their first LOL Fan Fest and Force would come around and ask Book if Book wanted a hug… because Force wanted a hug. Force's love language is physical touch by the way if you couldn’t tell lol.

Or when they're doing an event or press and Force is tired or not feeling 100, Book will be MORE that day for the both of them or he'll check in on Force during interviews or press.

This unspoken dialogue and understanding they have between each other is really beautiful.

Force, I would say is still the primary gardener of their relationship, but now he doesn't always have to be. They can take turns supporting each other to be the best versions of themselves. And I love that for them.

eng trans from happyduckie_, CreamsicleBlair, ceci9697, khenhsdiary, minty_licious; articles 1 2 3 "Defining Love"

[volturiprincess]

Felix volturi with a mate who is type 1 diabetic? I’m really struggling with my diabetes rn and I could use some fluff from my favorite strong man🥺

Him

Felix Volturi x Type 1 diabetic reader

A/N: I hope this gives you the fluff you need, and I hope you are doing better 🫶🏼🥺. I might not know what you are going through but I believe in you . I'll be honest Im not super familiar with this but I have some understanding (currently in school going going for a degree in the medical field actually). But enjoy 💙

(The handsome gentle giant❤️)

“Morning my little rose”

At the sound of my mate's voice, I opened my eyes slowly to be welcomed by his handsome face. He’s so beautiful. He reached a hand out to caress my cheek gently, pure heaven right there with just his touch. I love his gentleness considering how tall and muscular he is it is hard to consider him this with his status as the ‘executor’ of the Volturi, but to me he is so tender and loving.

Still feeling a bit sleepy I responded with a soft “Morning Fe”

He joined me on the bed and pulled me into his arms so my head was resting on his chest. Today was one of those days where I had no energy to do anything. I just want to lay in bed all day and sleep. I sometimes hate feeling like this, I don't like showing Felix this side of me, even if he knows about my diagnosis. I did tell him a bit of what I go through and stuff but it's a struggle sometimes.

“You're having one of those days aren't you?”

I guess he already knows. It's been about 6 months since Felix came into my life and I was told he is my mate. But I have had type 1 for about 2 years already. The only reason he found out was he came to visit me in my house when I was feeling absolutely terrible, he thought I was sick with the flu but I told him the truth. He was very understanding and Demetri told me the next day that Felix spent the whole night reading anything there is to know about how to deal and manage with type 1. And since then my love for him bloomed more. 

“Yea it’s one of those days unfortunately”

“Alright well good thing the masters gave me the day off, i'll be your personal nurse today”

Looking up at him with a lopsided smile and booping his nose with my finger tip

“My handsome vampire nurse to exact”

—------------

Since that morning, Felix has helped with taking a nice bubble bath with my favorite bath bomb that smells like roses and lavender. He even made me an appropriate breakfast, he's managed to get me to enjoy eating cantaloupe over the past couple of months. He's still struggling to get me to eat a banana alone because whenever I chew that fruit I gag and there were times where I did throw up from that weird texture. But he does make me smoothies with that fruit which I do enjoy. And now he is pursuing me into going on a walk with him in the gardens

“Come on cara, if you do get tired, which I understand does happen, we will take a break and I will give you a taste of the Felix care package when you're tired, hmmm?”

To top it off he finished that line with his shark like grin that always makes me weak in the knees. It's impossible to say no to him when he mentions his care package, it includes a massage, hair stroking, and small kisses on every inch of exposed skin that I dare show. 

“Fine, only because I heard that the garden was worked on recently and there are new flowers that I need to see up close but-”

“I got it here already, see?”

I looked at his other side and he had a bag which I can assume had some treats to help with the fatigue and nausea and in his hand he was holding what I can say is the biggest water bottle I have ever seen. 

“What the hell Felix, where did you manage to get such a huge water bottle?”

“I have my ways amore”

He wrapped his large muscular arm around my waist and guided me to the much awaited gardens. As soon as we were close to the gardens I felt myself relax and was surrounded by the smell of different flowers. I picked up on the sweetness of jasminess, the freshness of lavender with a hint of spice which I can assume were the lilies. We walked for a while until I started to feel a bit more weak and my thirst levels increased. Felix as always picked it up and we stopped at a nearby bench that he actually carved many centuries ago. He held the water bottle for me as I drank what I felt was a whole gallon in one sip. 

“Want to hear the story about his bench, amore?”

Not wanting to speak or nod my head from the slowly approaching headache, I gave him a thumbs up that was received by a small smile from him 

“Well I told you some bits of my gladiator days from what I can remember until Aro found me and turned me in. I picked up a hobby soon after I was turned. I always thought the arts were a fascinating topic, and with Master Caius' influence, I focused on sculpting. My first couple of attempts were not ... .good” he smiled with an  embarrassed look “ With my state of being more abnormally stronger as a newborn handling small tools in my large hands to carve ... .well you can already guess my issue. With this bench it took many attempts to master, I would switch between a variety of chiseling tools until I noticed just using my hands worked best, so I actually built this with my bare hands, I wanted to add a bit of architecture inspiration from the Colosseum, which is why the legs of this are like that.”

The way he explained his story was so adorable, some of the things I picked up about Felix is when he talks about something he is passionate about he gets a twinkle in his eyes. He smiles more than he already does but the way he explains things he went through makes me feel like I was there with him as the events happened. I soon noticed after his story my headache was gone. 

“Fe, can I tell you something?”

“Always my little rose”

“I don't tell you this enough but I really do appreciate you, I love that you are in my life, I thought I would become a burden to you but with you, you make me feel so special and loved, I love you my handsome giant”

I never said the L word to him so this was a first for him to hear.

“Oh cara, I think I just fell in love with you all over again, just hearing you say that makes my undead heart flip, with you I feel complete with as what is left my humanity, I love you mi amore”

Damn that giant, some small tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks which he wiped away with his thumb. He leaned in and placed a light kiss on my forehead that can speak thousands of words. 

[highladyjane]

While we're waiting for the announcement, what's your guess for the title of the next acotar book?

Lol, you sneaky nonnie! I've seen this Ask all over my dash today yestereve (I fell asleep writing my response to this)😆 Thank you for letting me join in on the fun!

I've actually had a theory about this hiding somewhere in my drafts for a couple of months now, but I've been too lazy to dig into it because 1. Structured writing, and therefore theories, is not my forte 2. I'm a perfectionist but my mind's messy - so it's all a bit messy, 3. so I might sound like a loony... 4. and I'm too insecure about my thoughts at times to even post about what goes through it 😅

But since you Ask'd... Here's a "shorter" version of that draft, at least:

My theory is that Elain's book will have something to do with ✨️Vines✨️.

Like... A Court of ✨️🌿Golden Vines🌿✨️(which I'm leaning the most towards), ACO Twining Vines, ACO Tangled Vines, ACO Blooming Vines, ACO Shadows and Vines... etc. I'm still trying to figure out where to lay my theory 😅🤣

It may sound very Elucien or even Tamlain, but ✨️Vines✨️ are described as "a plant whose stem requires support and which climbs by tendrils or twining or creeps along the ground" which, if you read or search through the books, also hints and applies to the movement of Azriel's shadows in many instances... @wingedblooms absolutely brilliant post that I quite recently came upon, especially supports the 'Twining'... So I think it's the perfect title to confuse people about her endgame 😜

Anyways, to back up my guess/theory...

Elain's scent is of Jasmine (and Honey), which seems to be the bloom of the Night Court 👀, grows as climbing shrubs or ✨️vines✨️. But I'm feeling specifically strongly for the ✨Vines✨ because

Aaaaand because:

1. Ivy is a ✨vine✨ and Sarah has mentioned it in relation to Elain's book in an interview presented at the back of ACOFAS.

2. Nesta's drawer had flames🔥. Elain had...

🌿✨Twining Vines of flowers✨🌿

We often see the beautiful petals (Elain's softness & beauty), but we don't think about the strength, resilience, and foundation of the vines underneath and........ 👇

3. ✨️Vines✨️ symbolise:

Strength & hope & resilience = Elain's quiet strength.

Determination = Elain has shown determination to help in ways she can, but is yet to be given the chance to...

She also has shown a determined disregard and opposition to having a mate...

Connection = Goes well along with my guess on "Golden" or "Twining" Vines which are often used as adjectives in relation to bonds, threads, and even spells.

Also, Elain is an Archeron sister, Cauldron-blessed, and a Seer - connected to basically every plot and possible subplots in the books (The Cauldron ➡️ Ramiel in Illyria ➡️ Made Objects & People ➡️ The Middle & The Prison/Dusk Court ➡️ The Dread Trove ➡️ Koschei ➡️Vassa ➡️The Human Queens etc.🔁); not just for who she is and her Cauldron-given gifts and abilities, but also possibly through her LIs and family. She's the one sister left unexplored and it all leads back to her. She's basically at the beginning (She's the first sister mentioned by Feyre at the beginning of ACOTAR) and in the end (She's the last sister mentioned by Nesta at the end of ACOSF) of everything. So I don't know if that supports her book being next or last...

Life = the meaning of which also applies to her scent of Honey and "Golden" -the colour of (sun)light, honey, her eyes, her hair.

3. ✨️Vines✨️ are also mentioned/connected to the earthen powers described in CC3 that Sathia & Tristan Flynn + Bryce have, which I believe many has already theorised Elain to also have... I quite like those theories (can't remember exactly where I read them as of rn) and would like to believe that it's something the Cauldron has blessed her with since she's associated with gardening and life...

I also read somewhere in a biblical text (which I wasn't too keen to delve into tbh, so don't trust my word for it, but it's Googlable) where ✨️Golden Vine✨️was associated with Life, Rebirth, and Free Will... But if Elain turns out to be the next Messiah/Saviour/Prophet of Prythian, then it's quite perfect 🤷🏻‍♀️

So... that's sort of my take so far 🫣 Hope it makes sense to you, nonnie 😅

What's yours?

[prk-gunwook]

your writing is literally ascending me to heaven! IT'S SO GOOD! could you please do a reaction of them to getting them flowers? Not for like any special occasion, just *shrug* casually (?)

And not to forget, I'm in love with your writing, literally so thankful that your blog exists! have a good day/evening/night! take care of yourself, stay hydrated!! <33

BOYS PLANET — reactions to a flower

INCLUDES || sung hanbin | seok matthew | zhang hao | park gunwook

GENRE || tooth-rotting fluff, a surprising amount of mutual pining and meanings behind flowers, school au

WORD COUNT || 3k

NOTES || tysm omg im over the moon to hear that !! <3 i actually LOVE flowers as a love language, so i was extra excited to write this one :3 (not proofread, too lazy rn :3)

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, SUNG HANBIN 𖥻 ❛ blue salvias ❜

SUNG HANBIN, contrary to what you may think, didn’t like flowers all that much. Sure, they’re pretty, but they’ll fade and wilt after only a few moments of appreciating them. He much preferred other gifts— that is, until he met you.

You reminded him of a flower; beautiful in a way that is not meant to be touched. Cherubic and angelic, petals of morning dew and silk that blossom and bloom when left to their own devices. As a man, he could never wish to hold you, for that will corrupt your beauty.

You have a timeless face. Hanbin could gaze upon it for eternity and find a new feature to appreciate each year. He could map the coordinates of your smile and the altitude of your eyes; he could graph the volume of your laugh and how it pitches slightly in the middle.

He first realized that, perhaps, flowers can be something beautiful when held by man, too, when you introduced him to pressed flowers.

Your room had countless flowers of all kinds hanging from the ceiling; crimson bouquets of begonia, flushing yellow poppies and dried salvias, all tangled together in twine. Your fingers gently held them as if made of glass, as if even the softest of movements would cause them to disappear in a flurry of sweet scents.

“Why do you keep flowers?” He asked you one afternoon.

“They have so many meanings,” You replied. “Like a blue salvia; it means ‘I’m thinking of you’. Most people get roses because they symbolize romance, but I think picking each specific flower with a meaning in mind is so much more romantic.”

“But they wilt so easily,” He argued.

“And then you can press them, and turn them into something beautiful again.”

“Press them?

“Yeah. Like, in between books and stuff,” You explained lamely, gesturing at the floor. “You can preserve them that way. They look really pretty. Usually, I use them as bookmarks.”

Hanbin thinks about that interaction more than he likes to admit— actually, he thinks about every interaction you have a good deal more than he’d like to admit. He performs autopsies on the words you’ve spoken, dissecting each consonant and vowel for the slight confirmation you might like him in the same way he likes you.

“I got you something,” You’d said that morning, hands hiding behind your back in an endearing way that made him smile. He nodded, urging you to explain further.

You’d presented him a small box (which made hardly any sound when he tried shaking it later to see if he could guess what was inside it). It was wrapped in brown parchment paper, a cute bow of twine sitting atop.

“You can’t open it until you’re home, alright?” You instructed him, a stern look in your eyes that had him agreeing before he even registered what you asked. The entire day it sat in his backpack, feeling heavy despite the fact it couldn’t have weighed more than half a pound, box included.

That led him here; sitting anxiously in front of his desk with the box atop the mahogany wood. He swiveled back and forth in his chair, running through every possibility of what it could be in his mind.

After a few tense moments, he opened it.

Hanbin didn’t recognize the flowers at first.

A few hours later, only when the collection of flowers were already tightly pressed within books just the way you taught him, did he realize where he’d seen them before.

Blue salvias.

He didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, SEOK MATTHEW 𖥻 ❛ pink bluebell ❜

SEOK MATTHEW doesn’t know much about pop culture, but he knows it’s a definite cliche to fall for someone who works in a flower shop. It’s not his fault, though—really! I mean, anyone would fall for your cute smile and rosy words and soft eyes and…

Matthew groans. Yeah, he’s got it bad.

Well, he knew that already. If the almost daily trips to the flower shop you work part-time at didn’t indicate anything, the fact his face turned bright pink at the mere mention of flowers certainly did.

But, seriously, he can’t help it. You’re so sweet when you offer to help him find what exactly he’s looking for (which he doesn’t even know, because before this Matthew had exactly zero interest in flowers). And when you explain the meanings behind each and every flower, and your eyes light up— Matthew swears he could see the stars behind them. He wonders if the sky ever gets jealous that, no matter how hard it may try, it can never compare to you.

“Oh, Matthew, back again?” You ask, voice ringing like bells. He could listen to it on repeat.

“Yeah! Uh, just here to look around,” He replies, voice sounding strained even to him. You just nod, bright smile never leaving your face.

“You must really like flowers.”

“Something like that.”

He takes his time strolling around, discreetly stealing glances at you each time he moves to the next aisle. His blush must match the color of the roses, by now, he thinks. When he finally picks out a flower, not paying attention to the meanings scribbled hastily beneath the care instructions, he feels a surge of disappointment.

His time getting to see you is almost over (even if a good portion of it was spent staring at you with no actual conversation initiated).

“Who’s the lucky person?” You ask while plugging the number of the flower into your cash register. Matthew stares at you, eyebrows furrowed, before realizing you must think he’s giving all the flowers he buys to someone. Hurriedly, he shakes his head.

“No— no one!” He exclaims, far too quickly to be believable. You laugh.

“You picked out a pink bluebell, Matthew,” You say, smiling even brighter now (he didn’t think it was possible). “It means ‘everlasting love’, you know.”

“Oh. I didn’t, I mean, I wasn’t looking at the meaning,” He mumbles bashfully. You just laugh again, and he cherishes the fact he was the cause of it. “You could, I mean, you can keep it. Not like I have anyone to give it to.”

That’s the closest he’ll ever get to making a move, he thinks dimly. Your smile morphs into something different— something softer, more genuine and human. Something full of human emotion. He thinks he sees that smile in his mirror every time he thinks of you.

“Well, since it’s mine, now,” You say, examining the sweet flower and inhaling the scent briefly. Your eyes flit toward him, making contact before he looks away. “I’ll just have to gift it to someone.”

Matthew feels his heart sink momentarily. Of course— of course!— someone like you already has a partner. How foolish would he be to think someone who shines brighter than the sun itself doesn’t already have a moon? He chides himself mentally over and over again.

“I hope you at least read the care instructions,” You tell him. He glances up, confusion gracing his features for a second, before you hand the flower to him. He hesitates before taking it, looking around as if there were anybody else you could possibly be handing it to.

“For you, Matthew,” You say. He wonders if you know the effect you have on him. He wraps his fingers around the delicate blossom, pink petals bouncing with the movement.

“But—!”

“Don’t think too hard about it.” You tilt your head to the side. “Just a flower for my favorite customer. Surely you can’t refuse that, right?”

“I… I guess not,” He concedes, looking down at the flower like it was a gift from a god. He thinks it must’ve been, considering how heavenly you are.

The moment he leaves the shop, he feels as if he’s walking on air. As if the clouds lowered to allow him to step, as if he was floating above the Earth. The feeling in his chest is squeezing his heart so tight he thinks it might burst— and he would be fine with that, if it were at your hand.

Everlasting love, he thinks to himself.

Everlasting love.

That sounds just right.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, ZHANG HAO 𖥻 ❛ red chrysanthemums ❜

ZHANG HAO is not a sap. Sure, he watches a (frankly) embarrassing amount of romance dramas, and yeah, he weaves intricate scenarios of relationships in his mind before he sleeps, but that doesn’t mean anything! He is not a sap.

He doesn’t crave the feeling of another’s hand in his. He doesn’t fantasize about how your lips would slot against his like the missing piece of a puzzle he’s been trying to complete his entire life. And he sure as hell doesn’t wish you would love him the way he loves you. No, absolutely not. That’d be insane.

His heart isn’t speeding up as Ricky alerts him you’re walking his way. He doesn’t fight the urge to check his reflection in Keita’s glasses. He doesn’t take a deep breath to steel his nerves and calm his beating heart.

He doesn’t relish in the sound of your voice as you call his name, the way your gaze is directed at him and only him. No, no, no! He doesn’t, he swears!

“Hao!” You say, tickling his ears like a sweet melody of wind chimes tinkling against each other gently. “Would you mind checking over the Prom plans with me? I need the student head’s approval to move forward!”

Zhang Hao doesn’t slap Keita’s head for making kissy noises at him, and he doesn’t secretly hope there’s an ulterior motive behind your words. No.

“Yeah, of course,” He says. He hopes he looks as calm as he sounds. (And he hopes you don’t see Ricky and Keita pretending to make-out behind him).

“Awesome! I just need your signature to finalize the theme, time, and decorations!” You tell him, holding out the clipboard with a long string of papers attached. You flip through at the speed of light, talking about the different streamers and confetti, and how the theme ‘Night out in New York’ is one of your favorites because it allows creative freedom. He listens to every word.

“The bouquet samples arrived just a few minutes ago, if you want to go check them! That’s actually why I decided to come find you,” You admit, tucking the clipboard away. He nods, as if there was any doubt he’d ever want to spend more time with you.

Hao stands up, brushing off any dust or dirt that might’ve speckled his uniform, and heads off after you. He neglects waving goodbye to his friends, as he could see Yujin and Ollie approaching, and they were sure to make it egregiously well known just how much he liked you. The two couldn’t seem to keep a secret for their lives.

“The flowers were pretty expensive, but the board told me to go all out for Prom! It’s not every year their star students graduate, after all!” You tell him, bouncing as you led him. Hao tried not to smile too hard.

It was true. MNET High had always been an incredibly prestigious school, but the batch in his year were notably exceptional. Between Sung Hanbin, Seok Matthew, Cha Woongi, Keita, and himself, it was no secret this year's seniors were favorites of the school board. Zhang Hao had even managed to snag himself the role of student head— with you as his vice. Originally, it’d been a bother to have someone else working with him, but he’d grown unabashedly grateful for the opportunity to meet you.

“What do you think of them?” You ask, clasping your hands together and rocking back and forth on your heels. Belatedly, Hao realizes you’d arrived at the student center.

“They’re really pretty,” He says earnestly, taking a step toward the bouquets of pink, red, yellow, and blue. He says your name to catch your attention. “Really, they’re beautiful. Did you design the bouquets yourself?”

“Uh, partially,” You reply, seeming bashful to be receiving compliments. “I chose the red chrysanthemums! They’re my favorite flowers.”

“Really? Why?”

“Well— they— they just look cool,” You say lamely, looking away. “I liked to study the meaning of flowers when I was younger.”

“What do red chrysanthemums mean, then?” Hao asks, curious as he slowly lifts a finger over the ridges of the bright petals.

“Oh—! Uh, I forgot,” You say. You’re lying. Obviously. Even he can tell, but he doesn’t push. He watches as your fingers flex, seeming to be in an internal debate with yourself, before you pluck a flower from the bouquet and hand it to him.

“Here. You can… you can look it up yourself, later.”

Zhang hao signs off on the Prom preparations.

He isn’t fighting the urge to take out his phone right now and look up the meaning right now. It isn’t lingering on his mind all the while during his walk back to his friends. He doesn’t fight a smile when he finally sees the meaning.

He doesn’t.

He doesn’t.

“Love and passion.”

That doesn’t mean anything.

It doesn’t.

Zhang hao has never been good at lying to himself.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, PARK GUNWOOK 𖥻 ❛ pink aster ❜

PARK GUNWOOK thinks he must be dead and gone to heaven. That’s the only explanation for your beauty. He wonders if your love story is one of the beauty and the beast; he is hulking and tall, built of muscle and blood. You are lithe and spry, built of springs and ichor.

“Gunwook,” You say, wiping a splotch of dirt from your forehead. Your gloved hands are covered in the substance, and it stains your clothes and skin. Your jeans have green all over the knees, which are threadbare from years of rolling around in the grass. With a trowel in one hand and a handful of weeds in the other, you look every part messy and sweaty. He loves you more than anything.

“Sorry.” He steps forward, trying desperately to ignore how hot it is and how the humid air clings to him as he tries to help you with your garden. Canopies of hanging flowers and grapes hang over his head, drooping down into his eyes and casting a much-appreciated shade over the two of you.

Peas, tomatoes, potatoes and all sorts of wild flowers litter your backyard, some growing in basins and stone patches, some tended to in batches of odd stems and petals.

He takes a handful of weeds and pulls them from the dirt, tossing them into the small pile you’d created.

“You’re seriously perfect for this,” You tell him, watching as he barely uses any of his strength to pull the roots you’d been struggling with the past hour.

“I’m starting to think you’re only dating me for the gardening benefits,” He says, eyes squinting against the sun as he stumbles into a patch of dirt not covered by the overhanging plants.

You gasp in mock offense. “Of course not!”

He gives you a disbelieving look from the corner of his eye.

“I’m dating you because you’re the only one tall enough to pick my grapes, too!”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too!”

You set a basket down beside his feet, empty save for the purple stains of grape-picking seasons long gone.

“Now get to work, peasant!” You exclaim, giving him a deceivingly bright smile. Gunwook can only shake his head, an affectionate smile crossing his face despite himself. Damn you.

“Yes, chef,” He mutters, a reference to the obscene amount of Gordan Ramsey shows you watch. As you work on gathering up the pile of weeds in your arms to toss away in the compost, he busies himself reaching up to pick the long vines of grapes and throw them down into the basket beside him. (He doesn’t actually. He sets them down gently, because he knows you hate when your grapes are squishy).

After a few minutes of picking grapes, the basket half full, Gunwook feels a tug behind his ear, like someone’s pulling his hair. He rolls his eyes for a moment, thinking you must be teasing him, until the light brush of something unfamiliar nestles against his skin.

“Hold—still!” You struggle, trying to balance something behind his ear. He, of course, spins around and catches the item as it falls. A flower, bright pink and petals stretching long, falls into his open palm.

You frown, picking the delicate blossom up not even seconds after it lands and trying to place it again.

“Hey, stop!” He struggles. He doesn’t want pollen in his hair.

You ignore him, continuing to adjust the flower until it lays snuggly parallel to his ear, the petals invading the peripherals of his vision.

“It’s a pink aster!” You tell him. “They’re Aphrodite’s flower, you know!”

He turns the same shade as the flower behind his ear. “You mean, like, the love goddess?”

“Yeah! They symbolize love and charm!” You explain, stepping back to admire Gunwook— or rather, how the flower sits. He looks away, suddenly shy.

You were always the more bold between the two of you, despite what people think. He tends to hesitate before pulling moves on you, and you tend to grab him by the collar and force him to finish them. That’s why he loves you, really.

“…Thanks,” He says, smiling at you as you pick a grape from the basket and wash it under the hose. He has no idea how sanitary it is, but you seem to not care as you plop the fruit into your mouth.

“‘Course. It looks cute on you, princess,” You say, winking as you steal one more grape.

Gunwook kicks at you, pretending to be upset you’re stealing from his harvest, despite his beating heart and loving gaze.

He thinks the entire universe must have conspired to let him find you, and he thanks his lucky stars they did, for he has never felt so deeply for someone.

He loves you so much he pretends not to notice you stealing yet another grape from his basket.

—

[almea]

The way bmblb predicted the bees' confession word for word like :

"Now the flowers are in bloom

And you've chased away my darkness and gloom

When the wind blows through the trees

And your voice is like a song in the breeze

My doubts disappear every time that you're near

Clouds seem to run from the sky

The thought of your kiss

Sends my soul into bliss, I get high"

IT'S LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENED,, THE CLOUDS, THE FLOWERS, ALL OF YANG'S DOUBTS

IM CRYING SO MUCH RN TT-TT, IT'S BEAUTIFUL

(I ALSO REMEMBER WHEN PEOPLE USE TO SAY IT WAS ABOUT HER BIKE AND IT MAKES ME CACKLE

Either Jeff was like "I'm going to TECHNICALLY spoil this in a non-canon song and no one's going to know it's a spoiler until after the fact" or the writers were like "Okay, but Jeff already gave us the sappiest, most romantic imagery possible."

I'm going... to fucking pass out. I cannot deal with this. What the fuck y'all?

It's been almost 10 hours, why am I crying even more now??? IS IT FINALLY SINKING IN???