#polka dot vase

[s-sugustar]

Drown me in your tears, kiss my bloody lips —

ℳ．𝖮’𝖧𝖺𝗋𝖺

{ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 } : dark, dub-con, aphrodistic, stalking, peeping tom, yandere!miguel o’hara, miguel is a total pervert, not proofread!

{𝐰𝐜} : 4.3k

At the age of 15, you saved shops from being destroyed, catching culprits and webbing them to the wall for the police to throw in jail. You were having fun, you enjoyed being your friendly neighbourhood spider woman. At the age of 19, you told your mother who you were. At the age of 23, you lost her. 

There was some villain attack, an army of four men, with weapons holding some extra-terrestrial energy. Their leader, the Falcon, a man with metal wings caused terror throughout the city. Two buildings started to collapse, and time wasn’t really on your side; so, with all that you had in you, you pushed past everything and swung through the air, wind rushing past you as you webbed others to safety.  You were jumping from two buildings, webbing people to safety, and pulling others out of the way from falling objects. 

Until you heard a scream, you swiftly looked to where the scream came from. A woman falling from a building and not just any random woman. The bright yellow coat, with black polka dots, gave her away; but it could’ve been anyone with a bright yellow coat with black polka dots. Yet, her screaming didn’t stop and the low rasp from her yelling shot adrenaline through you.

You heard that voice before, when your father had been around, it was late in their marriage but it was still there. Day and night, their voices raised through the roof. Often you hid in the closet, fearing that the yelling would take another turn. Fortunately, it never did, but the arguments did leave an imprint on you as a small child. 

As you pushed off the street, soaring through the air, your hand outstretched towards her while the other angled towards a stable building to which your web shot towards her. You called out to her, hand outstretched as you were so close to grabbing ahold of her.

“MA!” you yelled, immediately diving for her, a web shot out towards her. The ground seemed closer, a bit too close so you pushed yourself just a little bit more. Everything around you slowed as your mother reached out to you, eyes filled with tears. The web reached but she had already touched the floor, her body bouncing back up from the impact. 

“No.” you landed next to her, hands trembling as you moved the hair from her face. You pulled the mask away from your face, as it felt suffocating to be in. “Ma?” you shook her, eyes not believing that she was gone. “Mom, come on. Wake up.” You shook her again, your fingers finding her wrist to feel for a pulse but there was none. The weather had a weird connection to how we feel at this moment, as your tears socked the red shirt of your mothers, so did the rain. 

It had been 4 years since your mother passed and you were in your apartment with your cat, Cloud, relaxing on the couch as the TV played some sort of old cartoon you watched as a child. Suddenly, your hand stretched out to a vase that was nearby, webs latching onto the glass before pulling it back to you. Placing your cat quietly into the chair, you stalked towards your bedroom, after your spider senses went off.

Swiftly kicking the door open, you threw the vase without much aim, expecting to break on impact yet no breaking of glass was heard; just you with your hands webbed together with webs that were crimson red, a flow of electricity flowing through them. You look at both of the perpetrators, eyes squinted with your teeth sharp in the night light. 

“She’s got fangs just like you.” you heard, a woman’s voice to be exact. In all fairness, you barged into the room, not bothering to turn any lights on to startle the perpetrators but at this point, you realized it was needed. As you reached into the room, you patted the wall in search of the light switch, upon finding it, you flicked the switch on to reveal two people.

A very tall man with an abnormally slim waist that somehow complimented his broad shoulders and bright red irises that glowered down at you. The lady next to him was not as tall, although she had height, she was not as tall as the man next to her. What did shock you was not the eerily similar suits they had on but the fact that the woman had been pregnant. 

“Who are you?” you asked, standing firm as you looked up and down the two people who stood in front of you. You had no idea how they arrived here since, number one, your building was three stories up; but by the looks of their suits that were very similar to yours, they didn’t seem to have much of a problem for that aspect.

Number 2 was that, your windows were locked, well the one in your bedroom was, when you were at home. The much taller man spoke, “We need to talk to you.”

That discussion between you, Miguel and Jessica had been around 3 years ago. Around the same time they allowed you to work alongside the Spider Society. You had been curious about the Spider Society but you liked to work alone, another trait that Jessica teased you about, that both you and Miguel had in common; so you only joined 7 months after you were given the opportunity. The Spider Society wasn’t as bad as you thought it would’ve been.

Many of the spiders treated you well, Peter B and Jessica were the ones who you had been close with you. In many of the missions you had, you were either with Peter B or Jessica, to your contentment. You were close to Gwen and Hobbie, the two growing on you after Peter B and Jessica: the feeling of younger siblings to you.

One thing you all had in common was that you all lost someone close. It seemed to be ‘the canon event’ that all spiders had to go through; not a pleasant thing to experience. 

Miguel O’Hara. A stoic man with no emotion shown on his face, other than irritation. The relationship you had with Miguel wasn’t to a title of some sort. You acknowledged each other, he praised you for your efficiency and work and you respected him. Although some of his values were questionable you kept those questions to yourself.

You hardly ever had missions with him but when you did, they were quick with little to no words spoken between the two of you. He gave you an order and you followed, no buts, no ifs or maybes; not that he would hear you voice. 

At this time, you were called in to go on a mission with Miguel; neither Peter B nor Jessica had been available so you were the next best option. On this particular mission, the anomaly had more power and endurance than all the others, you encountered and it was also much stronger than Miguel anticipated, making this job go on a bit longer than necessary which caused Miguel to be more irritated than usual.

"On my call, you go from behind, Do you understand me?" Miguel declared, moving his neck from side to side to relieve the tension that had been stuck within it. You grunted in response, ready to get this mission over with so you could go back home and spend some time with the Persian cat you named Cloud. You were perched on top of a roof, lying in wait for Miguel's signal.

Although quite close to the fight, you weren't exactly able to see Miguel and the anomaly, so you webbed over to another building where just as you looked down, you saw that damage that had been done, not only to both Miguel and the anomaly but to the city as well.

Though it wasn't your concern, you still felt bad for the people who lived on this earth. Your focus on the damage to the city was pulled away when you saw the said anomaly smash Miguel into a nearby building.

"Miguel!" you scrambled out, unsure of his current state; still perched on top of the building but unfortunately God hadn't been on your side today. Upon calling out to Miguel, the said anomaly snapped its head to where you were, a snarl forming on its lips as it stood from its place before shooting up, barreling towards your figure. "Shit." you moved from your position, dodging oncoming attacks from the anomaly.

You hadn't seen when Miguel returned to the fight but one thing you did notice was that he wasn't himself. That meant he was more ferocious than normal. His eyes were darker than usual, you were no longer able to see his irises; everything was covered in red.

The fangs were no different to the menacing look he had in his eyes. They seemed sharper, pointer and the tip and the snarling that fell from his lips seemed way more sinister.You had no idea what had happened to him, but you knew that he wasn't himself.

The fight was long and tasking but you two were able to fight the anomaly off before imprisoning it and sending it back to HQ. Miguel stood in front of Jess who had a strong hold on the anomaly. The conversation went unheard to you as you observed Miguel's behaviour. Gruff, hunched over, stiff and stoic, although it was the usual, it seemed more rushed as if he was in some sort of hurry.

After his conversation with Jess, you walked over to where he stood, your body facing his as you took in his features, head tilting slowly as you looked up to him. His breathing was shallow, fists tightly closed, you swore you saw some bit of blood dripping from his hands. You looked back up to him, locking eyes in the process before he turned away, stopping you from looking at him.

"Go home," he said, a second passed by before he continued. "I'll finish up here." It sounded forced but you didn't pry. "You alright?" you asked, taking light steps towards the man.

To which were stopped, when a low growl emitted from him. you asked again, "Miguel, what did that anomaly do to you?" He whispered something under his breath, the first few words you weren't able to catch but the last few you barely caught. ".... you need to leave." He started to walk away but you insisted on staying; you wanted to figure out what was happening with him.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me what it did to you, maybe I can help y-" You weren't able to continue talking when Miguel spun around, nose flared and claws showing. His canines were longer, dripping with drool as he stalked towards you.

To say you were scared was an understatement. You had seen the way he dealt with Miles a few months back and you wished that you were never on the receiving side of things, but God wasn’t on your side once again. The grabbing of your jaw wasn't what startled you but it was his claws that sunk into the fat of your jaws causing you to wince.

You wouldn't be surprised if a little bit of blood had started to ooze from within. Once Miguel saw that his grip on you was way too harsh, he pulled away.

A sour look on his face as he turned away from you. A sigh fell from his lips, he truly didn't want your help with his 'problem' but knew you would pester him until he broke so he decided to speak. "It's some sort of substance under the anomaly's claws, it caught me by the rib and it's uh-. You know how I'm different to all the spiders, yes?" The topic being switched didn't go unnoticed by you, but you kept quiet; nodding in acknowledgement, waiting for him to continue.

"Whatever it is, it has affected my body, causing me to go into pre-rut." He trailed off, clearly not wanting you to hear the ending but you caught on; much to his dismay.

It was quiet for a while, Miguel felt ashamed, and you were unsure as to how to feel. "Oh." The only word you could formulate at that moment. He knew you wouldn't have taken what he said, plain as day and he knew rejection was close and, on the rise, so in hopes of keeping his peace, he mentally prepared himself for you to either be disgusted or to simply walk away. While Miguel felt this way, you on the other hand, had been mentally weighing the pros and cons of A, leaving him, B, calling for back up or, C, letting him take his anger out on you in his moment of weakness. 

You weren't sure as to what would happen after if you chose A, B or C but one thing was for certain, if you chose C, the dynamic between the two of you would change drastically. Whether you both pay attention to it or not. But you wanted to him help and not from the point of view that you could say you had sex with him but so that he wouldn't have to go back and find some random woman to take his anger out on.

After a few moments of internally weighing the pros and cons of all three, you quietly made your decision. "I can help you," you spoke rather confident with your decision. Miguel on the other hand, wasn't so pleased. "No no, you don't understand. I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, hand pinching the crease between his eyebrows; he was stressed. It was an odd little thing you picked up on from time to time. You still stood your ground, not bothering to listen to his worries or reasons.

Once he saw your posture, he knew you had no plans of leaving just yet. "Y/n, I'm not myself when it happens, I don't know what will happen to you if I let you do this." You lightly shrugged, not necessarily caring about what the outcomes were; you just knew you couldn’t let him go back to headquarters right now. “I’m not taking no for an answer so let’s go back to my place.” You slowly coaxed the stressed man into going back to your earth. Once you made it back, the both of you swung into your apartment via a window that you normally keep open for when you are on Spider woman duties. 

Miguel took note of such but said nothing. Making it into the bedroom was the easiest part but the tension that came after was unnerving. You were about to break the silence but Miguel, strangely enough, was quick to speak, immediately shutting you up. “Don’t talk,” he murmured, his lips flush against yours, his hands groping the flesh of your hips.

You whined against his lips, hands flat against his chest as he pushed you back to the end of your bed. “Off. Take everything off.” Miguel pleaded, struggling against the burning pit that was brewing in his stomach. You hurriedly took off your suit, and as soon as your shoes were off, your back was met with the sheets of your bed. 

Miguel paused as he looked down at you, his eyes were no longer chocolate brown but a deep crimson red, peering into your soul. His stare was unnerving, chills running down the back of your spine and your stomach churning; it was like an unsaid command, you couldn’t look away, for you thought it felt foreign. The stare-down the two of you had didn’t last long as Miguel pushed you right against the headboard, both hands pulling part of your thighs as he leveled himself with your pussy.

He looked down at your panties, not bothering about the wet spot that had been there before he ripped them off. “Hey, those were my favourite,” you whined, causing him to blast a web against your mouth and hands. “Quiet,” he ordered, his eyes shifting from yours back to your pussy. 

The amount of restraint that forced Miguel not to pounce on you as hard as it was already but he hadn’t put into thought the amount of aphrodisiac that the anomaly would’ve used. The moment he had gripped your jaw, he could smell the desire that reeked from your body. It was disgusting but not hard for him to fall for and relish. Without anyone stopping him, he could finally take what is rightfully his, what was always rightfully his.

His nose bumped against your clit as his tongue slipped inside of you, eyes closing in peace as he heard the muffled moans that fell from your lips. Desire ran through his body as he continued to lap up your juices, one hand gripping tightly onto the side of your thigh while the other rubbed circles against your clit. 

If that was enough for you, his fangs grazing against your lips caused a tingling sensation to bubble within your stomach. You needed something to hold onto or to grab but with your hands bound, you couldn’t do much other than to wrap your legs around Miguel’s neck, evidently pushing the man further into you.

The feeling was too good, your mind started to fog, too caught up in the pleasure that you were receiving. Miguel could smell that you were close, the way your eyes squeezed shut, tighter than they already were;  your legs tightening their hold on his neck, and the sultry way you moved on the body. 

“Mi-Miggy. Need more,” you whined, tears forming at the sides of your eyes as you looked down at him; his ruby eyes piercing yours. Although the webbing muffled your words, because of the aphrodisiac, his senses had increased somewhat. To him, it seemed like you were begging for it. But, you weren’t going to get what you wanted just yet.

Miguel pulled away with a pop, saliva dripping down his chin as he came back up. A cry left your lips at the sudden movement, causing the man above you to smile. Your pussy had been puffy with your clit swollen, a light flick to your clit caused you to cry out. Shaking his head, Miguel pulled down his boxers, exposing the tip of it to you. It was pink and swollen, pre cum dripping from the tip. 

With one hand, he held one of your thighs in the air so that he could have better access. God, did he struggle; the way both his cum and your juices were pooling out onto the bed and he hadn’t even put it inside you. How he had webbed your mouth shut but still wanted to hear you scream. It surely was conflicting.

Yet you were here, whining and crying over two of his fingers and his tongue. How pathetic. Lining up with your entrance, he pushed into you slowly, still aware that you may be a bit sensitive from before. This time, he pulled the webbing from off your mouth, he wanted to hear you. Better yet, he needed to hear you. 

His teeth snagged away at the flesh of his bottom lip, causing blood to seep through.  Your back arched at the stretch, not feeling much in ages. Now, the stretch wasn’t what had concerned you, to be far it felt good but it was the coldness from his dick or at the sides of them that make you ponder; only coming to the realisation of what it could truly be.

“Miguel, do you have a Jacob’s Ladder?” you gasped, feeling the metal rub against your insides. Miguel was silent, pausing in slight shock at your question. He looked away from you, slightly embarrassed, “Got in college when I was younger.” He admitted, causing you to giggle at his embarrassment. He growled in return, “Let’s not forget where you are right now, yea?” 

“Or what Miguel?” You snipped, a smirk bright on your face as you stared back up at the man. To your surprise, he smirked back at you, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. “Keep that same energy princess,” he replied, no longer keeping eye contact with you as his eyes drifted to where the two of you were connected.

You were about to put in another snide remark when Miguel’s thumb found your mouth, his finger shoved inside as he gave you a look. “Suck.” You did as you were told, letting your tongue explore all around his finger. 

“Do they bother you? The piercings I mean?” he asked, with one hand on your jaw whilst the other traced your hips. You shook your head, still sucking on his thumb that had been in your mouth for quite some time. Determining that his finger was wet enough, he pulled away from your lips, wiping away the drool that fell from your mouth.

“Good,” he murmured, hands gripping onto your hips as he thrusts inside of you. You cried out, not expecting the stretch from him. Your hands found his biceps, pleasure spreading all over you as you squeezed his flesh, you wouldn’t be surprised if he had crescent-shaped marks in his skin. 

“Ay. You feel good y’know that?” Miguel asked, hips adjusting to thrust deeper; his hand finding its way alongside your jaw before gripping at your throat. Not hard enough to stop your airflow but just enough pressure to make you whine in desperation. Miguel tried hard enough not to sink his teeth into you; his fangs had already been lowered, teeth glowering in the night light, eyes ruby red as he stared down at you.

Unfortunately, enough for you, tears clouded your vision, so you weren’t able to see Miguel’s eyes glow red or the cloud-nine feeling that you were currently experiencing to feel the way he gripped your waist a tad bit tighter than before. 

To say the least, you were far gone in pleasure, head nowhere near the current situation. Miguel on the other hand, was not so well. Just like you, he got a bit too caught up in pleasure, how warm you felt around him and the pleas and moans that fell from your lips didn’t help his case either. Miguel started to babble, words falling from the pitiful man’s lips; oh, did he start to spiral. “A-always knew y-you were gonna b-be good f’me.”

He uttered, eyes staring down hopelessly at you. Hips stuttered as he felt you tighten around him. You were close, he could smell it dripping off of you. Stuffing his nose deep into your shoulder blades didn’t soothe his overpowering need to fill you up. Your scent suffocated Miguel, his delusions pulling him deeper into the abyss of darkness. His mind is no longer in control of his movements, they now work on their own. Feeding into the massive hole that his heart created after his wife and daughter died.

It wasn’t right, they shouldn’t have died but canon was canon. Until his monitors picked up you on the servers. You weren’t a new spider since it took Miguel years to develop such software but the anomaly that entered your dimension brought up your earth on the monitors for the first time.

Locking in, Miguel watched, his eyes shifting over each computer as you fought off the anomaly, eyes never leaving your figure until the anomaly was down. Yet, it didn’t stop there. Many days Miguel found himself focusing on your Earth or well more on you; your movements, your fighting style, the way you would nuzzle your nose against your cat’s fur early in the morning when you came back from your late shifts. 

The more he watched, the more obsessed he became. It wasn’t supposed to get this far, Miguel was supposed to watch you and how you work but he let his mind wander. He let his heartache again and his mind followed in pursuit. Miguel hated himself for the man he was becoming, a hopeless fool, wanting to nothing but security and peace. Someone to hold him late at night, kiss all his scars away and bear his children in years to come and you, you fit the profile.

You were everything that he needed and so much more. “A-all mine.” Miguel was down and under, suffocating from the spirals and delusions he suffered. His hips thrusted harder into you with every growing minute, fangs dripping with venom as his got closer to your neck. You could feel the tip of his fangs, the sharpness the entail. 

“Gonna m-make -shit- you my w-wife, and fill y-you -christ- will all my kids. J-just you and me.” he whispered into your ear. Oddly enough, you hadn’t been too far gone as he thought you would have been. Your clouded eyes came back to full vision when Miguel finished his sentence. Eye bulging wide open as you looked toward the man in fear. He kept murmuring, unaware of your fixed state.

“Mi-Miguel stop.” you pleaded, arms hitting at his shoulders as a sign that you didn’t like it anymore. The said man shook his head in response. “No, no. Al-almost there.” he whispered, tears coming to his eyes as he looked down at you. “Our little family y’know.” He whispered, a sliver of a smile on his face, ruby eyes staring down at you while you shook under him. Tears filling your eyes as you looked up to the man who hovered over you. “What?” you cried, arms pushing against his chest but his dead body weight kept you in one place, so your pushing was pointless. “I’ve -mmph- w-waited so long for you.” 

Sweat beaded against his forehead as he rutted into you; hips stuttering slight. You figured he was close, the way his thrusts slowed, his breathing slowed. There wasn’t any way for you to get out of this, so you accepted it. Accepted whatever this thing was. Finally, squirts of cum filled your insides, securing your fate. “I can’t wait to see your stomach big and round y’know. I’m glad you decided to help me. Letting that anomaly run wild and do its thing on me really set my plan into motion.” 

[sugarygetoo]

flower fields where love is grown

-> pairing: diluc x fem! reader.

-> cw/ tw: none

-> wc: 1.2k

-> an. hi y’all! i’m so excited to be able to share this fluffy story to help y’all heal from the angstyness that yena has been posting. i did my best with going through and editing this to make sure it’s the best for you all! i hope everyone enjoys <3

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✎ xoxo, viz

The field of asters and cecilias were not a common sight together but they fit perfectly, complimenting each other in a uniquely simple way. Accompanied by the gentle blowing wind and the sweet, sweet smell of flowers paired with delicious desserts. A small but elegant stone cottage sat in the middle of said flower field, giving the most beautiful sights that someone could enjoy. 

In the antique window of the cottage, sat the master of Mondstadt’s wine industry himself, reading a newspaper and drinking some homemade dandelion tea. Not far from the redhead sat his wife, sewing up one of his damaged coats that had torn from one of his battles as the Dark Knight Hero.

Nevertheless, the couple quietly enjoyed each other’s company as they had their respective cups of tea beside them. A vase of cecilias and windwheel asters were placed on the table between which Diluc and lover sat. 

Now you may be wondering, ‘how did someone as serious and grumpy as Diluc manage to get married? Especially to someone as sweet and gorgeous as his wife?’ Well, it’s a simple question really. They met in this very field. Where their love grew like the flowers  they planted together.

6 years before: the sun gently shined down on Diluc’s fair skin, the sky sparsely filled with fluffy white clouds and the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the man’s red hair. Diluc had decided to take the day to go on a walk around Mondstadt, specifically in nearby open fields that sat close to Dorman Port. Diluc had been in the area to attend some previous business from the day before. His work at the winery and as the Dark Knight Hero was causing him a lot of stress and he really needed a break.

When Diluc arrived, he was astonished by how pristine and verdant the land was. Cecilia flowers scattered around the vibrant forest green fields while a feminine figure sat in the middle, drawing away in a sketchbook as she sat on a white and red polka dot blanket.

The closer he got, the more details he could see of her. Her skin glowed under the sun's gaze. Her simple white dress was sewn with patterns of beautiful cecilia flowers, her hair styled to compliment her dress perfectly while a simple flower crown made of cecilia's had laid on her head. The temperature was perfectly warm, the cool breeze keeping the temperature comfortable to work and travel in.

Soon he stood behind her, not daring to touch the blanket where she sat or utter a single word to her, feeling increasingly more nervous the longer he was near her. He could hear an amused giggle escaping her soft lips as she continued to sketch what seemed to be a traditional Mondstadt dress concept design, notes beside her sketch book detailing the important information that needed to be included.

“I know you're there, you don’t have to stay so silent. It’s just the two of us here, ya know.”

She teased with an amused tone. Diluc did not speak, how could he when in the presence of someone with such beauty and kindness radiating from their soul. She couldn’t help but to continue to giggle at his current silence and shy reaction.

“Why don’t you come and sit down with me, sir. I’ve got plenty of room for another person to sit. Besides, I could use the extra company.”

He remained silent, but regardless, he sat down beside the lady. Keeping his distance and holding his tongue to avoid any conflict or troublesome interactions. The two introverts did not speak much to each other while they sat together. Diluc could only watch how the blowing wind affected the nature around them or glancing over occasionally at the woman’s work silently. 

The quiet atmosphere around them was peaceful and comfortable. This one time unique chance meet ended up turning into a once a month meet up where they would quietly sit together in the same field. Either working on their respective tasks  or cloud gazing with each other quietly under the gentle shining sun. The two were only 19 at the time this first started, but soon their love for each other would grow.

After a few meetups, Diluc would come more frequently as they’re friendship progressed. The month apart would turn into every two weeks then that would turn into a once week meetup. Everytime, Diluc would be greeted with a gentle smile and excited expression from the woman he had learned to grow to love. He learned that her name was (name) and that she was a seamstress from Dorman Port. She inherited this field from her grandparents, so she would come here every day to enjoy the verdant surroundings while also taking care of the land in return.

The more they saw each other, the closer they felt on both a physical and emotional level. She understood him in ways that he didn’t know was possible. More than his father or his brother or even himself. The two of them could feel the attraction between them blossoming into something deeper. 

Eventually, Diluc asked (name) on a date which was excitedly accepted by her. They ended up having a picnic in the field, chatting and getting to know the other person better. They laughed, they smiled and ended the date with cloud gazing, holding each other’s hand and giggling like young children again, despite being 20 years old now. 

The couple had gone on many more dates over a stretch of a year. Whether it was being on walks around the forest near the cecilia field, planting some windwheel aster seeds and helping them grow nice and strong, or heading into the main city or the Port to do a bit of shopping together. 

Anyone that had a functioning brain could tell how strong the love they had for each other was. They were each other’s soulmates and the other half of themselves. They loved each other so much that Diluc made sure to propose to his lover with the prettiest ring he could find. As soon as she saw the ring, she immediately started to bawl her eyes out and cried out her joyful acceptance.

They ended up married the next year and started working on their small but cozy stone cottage in their flower field. The couple’s hope was to use the area as a venue for their small wedding  and later use it as a family cottage home.

4 years after getting married, they were now expecting their first child in about seven months time. Diluc chuckled at the memories of their younger days together. Soon getting up to give his wife and mother of his children, a gentle kiss on the lips and on her growing belly too before leaving the house to grab more wood for their fireplace. 

This field of cecilia and asters is where their love grew and continues to grow; where they first met, where they shared their first kiss, where they got engaged, where they got married and now where they will be starting their family together.

@ sugarygetoo, all rights reserved.

[her-storybooks]

Anemone for Anticipation - Aaron Hotchner and Y/N

Summary: Prompt: A time when they received flowers. Or when Y/N comes to work with a surprise on her desk. Author's Notes: The fact that this was created to celebrate 700 followers and now we're approaching 800 is insane! I LOVE you all! <3

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Y/N was looking down at her phone when she heard the ping of the elevator doors. She was about to step forward and stride towards her desk when she saw the three pairs of shoes blocking her path. Two pairs of sensible black shoes and one pair of pink polka dot heels. Y/N followed the bodies up to see three faces staring back at her, smiles bright and overly stretched.

“Hey guys,” Y/N welcomed, elongating her vowels in suspicion. They continued to stare back at her with unwavering grins. “What’s up?” Penelope squealed excitingly, grabbing Y/N’s arm, and pulling her out of the elevator. JJ and Emily wrapped their arms into the tangle and began guiding her into the BAU bullpen. “Guys! What’s going on?” she shrieked as the women giggled and scuffled her in different directions.

“We could ask you the same thing!” JJ laughed as they finally stopped in front of Y/N’s desk. Y/N looked down at her desk and was greeted with an explosion of red, white, pink, and green. The roses were as deep and as red as the blush blooming across Y/N’s cheeks. The roses were surrounded with sprigs of eucalyptus leaves, dusky anemone flowers, and pure white amaryllis petals.

“Oh,” Y/N gushed brightly, forcing herself not to look up at the office at the top of the stairs.

“Open the card! Open the card! Open the card!” Garcia chanted repeatedly.

“You mean you haven’t already read it?” Y/N teased, taking the envelope from the Prentis.

“We couldn’t. The envelope is sealed.” Prentis rolled her eyes.

Y/N lifted from the envelope a beautiful small card with a photograph of a warm sunset. With nervous shaking hands, she opened the card and read the typed words.

“Read it! Read it! Read it!” Penelope sang again. Y/N chuckled before clearing her throat.

“Roses for romance. Anemone for anticipation of what is to come. Amaryllis for your splendid beauty. All encased in eucalyptus to protect you and your strength. Stay safe. – you know who. xxx” The women all cooed, Penelope waving her hands excitedly.

“Okay spill! Who is this guy?” JJ begged. Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“Nope! I’m not jinxing it.” Y/N smirked, gently smelling the roses. "It's still pretty new." She lifted and moved the vase to the side of her desk, giving herself access to her computer.

“Please! Please!” they continued to beg. Y/N continued to ignore them, shaking her head and logging on to her computer. After a few minutes of ignoring them, they finally grew tired and walked away.

Giggling to herself, Y/N heard another ping of technology. The email alert rang happily in her ears.

From: a_hotchner

To: Y/N/_Y/L/N

Subject: Wellbeing Meeting Request.

Message: Good Morning, Agent Y/L/N. I will be scheduling annual well-being meetings this week in line with the new FBI approach to support their agents in the field. Please confirm your attendance to the below meeting schedule.

Today at 2:30 pm.

The seconds after pressing ‘confirm’ ticked by longer and slower than Y/N had ever experienced. Y/N tried to busy her mind with filling in paperwork and fighting off the imposing questions about her secret admirer. The excitement for her 2:30 meeting was growing until Prentis left Hotch’s office reassuring everyone that the wellbeing meetings were just casual chats – nothing to worry about. So maybe Aaron’s e-mail wasn’t an excuse to get her alone in his office for a quick flutter of romance. The seconds weren’t as painful now Y/N wasn’t sitting in anticipation. But still, the sweet scent of petals and the light pink brightening up her desk was a pleasant lift to the usual anti-climax of the BAU after a big case. Eventually, a ping came from her computer, warning her that she had a meeting in 10 minutes. Y/N got to her feet and quickly made her way to the kitchen, mixing two cups of coffee before heading to Aaron’s office. She knocked on the door slowly, making sure not to spill the contents of the mugs in her hands.

“Come in,” she pushed open the door, using her foot to close it behind her.

“Agent Hotchner,” Y/N greeted casually and set their mugs on his desk. “Coffee, cream, one sugar.”

“Thank you,” he smiled putting his pen down. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“Well…” Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out the card that came with her flowers earlier in the day. “For your splendid beauty. All encased in eucalyptus to protect you and your strength…” her fingertips playfully tapped the card, her eyebrows waggling smugly.

“Who sent you that?” Y/N's smile dropped. Hotch met her eyes emotionlessly for a few seconds before breaking out into a cheeky smile.

“You suck!” Y/N chuckled, pretending to throw the card at him.

“I’m sorry.” He chuckled, getting up from his seat and walking around the table to meet her. He snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close and taking advantage of the closed door and blinds. Y/N batted his chest with her palm playfully before placing her arms around his neck. “Did you like the flowers?”

“I loved them.” She beamed, pressing her lips to his firmly. She hummed happily and melted further into his embrace. “A bit risky though! You know everyone’s been hounding me about my new secret admirer all morning.”

“What did you tell them?”

“That I had so many potential suitors I just couldn’t be sure.” Hotch reached down and squeezed the skin below Y/N’s left butt cheek, making her squeak and jump. “Okay, now I’m sorry.”

“I reckon we’re even now.” He pressed another kiss to her lips and pulled her closer. “You ready for our wellbeing check-in meeting?”

“Oh, you were serious about that? I thought this was just an excuse for a steamy make-out session in your office.” Her hands began wandering up and down his back, stroking and caressing his shoulder muscles.

“Don’t tempt me.” He groaned, lulling his head into her neck. “But if we don’t get the paperwork done Strauss will be on my back for months.”

“Okay,” Y/N sighed, running her hands through his hair, matching his frustrated tone. “But afterward... we can have a steamy make-out session on your desk?” Aaron laughed, lifting his head and kissing her tenderly again.

“Deal.”

Notes: Okay, I’ve got to ask my American friends. The whole cream in the coffee thing. What’s wrong with milk? Surely the cream makes it too sweet and is bad for your cholesterol? Just a thought from your British writing pal :)

[goldencherriess]

Language of flowers.

Pairing: Young! Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: In a moment of darkness, Remus finds the light of his life.

Warnings: angst, grief, fluff, hurt/comfort, flower shop AU, lots of flowers

Masterlist

The flower shop was open, colors drifting through the breeze. But the sky was grey and Remus was feeling a weight crushing his heart and soul.

It was hard to say where it started and where it ended, the sky or the heaviness of his heart.

It had been a few months since 31st of October, spring slowly settling in. A few months since Remus had found himself alone, with his bestfriends dead or imprisoned.

A few months since Remus had been questioning everything he ever knew. He often wondered about it. If he was to be there with them, would things be different? And what about Padfoot?

He couldn't answer his own questions. They drove him insane.

A few birds, flying over him and chirping, brought him back to reality. Life was coming back to life, basking in the glory of now, but he was still stuck in the past.

A bell dinged when he opened the flower shop's door and all sorts of sweet smells hit him. There was some stark, but delicate, almost lacy, perfume drifting through the air, some daring ones too (like the lilies in the corner).

Lilies.

They broke his heart.

"Sorry, I'll be at the front in just a moment!" a soft voice called out.

Remus made no move whatsoever, afraid to wither the flowers with even just an intake of air. He was just standing there, in the middle of the isle, surrounded by bouquets and flowers, with his hands in his coat's pockets and shoes sticking to the floor. His hair was probably a mess too (when was it ever not?).

The soft pads of converse against the pristine tiles and the swishing of a dress drew his attention to the backroom. She was wearing a polka dotted, red dress and a warm smile. She reminded Remus of spring itself. "Hi! Sorry for that, just some organizational stuff! How may I help you?"

She was looking straight at him, not afraid to meet his eyes and he suddenly felt small, fidgeting on the spot. The flowery smells tickled his nostrils. "I, uh- I want to buy some flowers."

Her smile broadened, her white teeth glittering in the light. "Well, I sure would hope so! It is a flower shop, after all."

He felt his face burn up and he cleared his throat. "Just those lilies, please."

Her gaze turned to the flowers in the corner, their white so fragile and pure. "That's beautiful. Lilies symbolize purity, something heavenly. Did you know that?"

He shyly shook his head. His voice croaked out a no.

"Well, now you do." she softly smiled at him before going to take them out of their vase. She started counting them. "How many would you like?"

Remus remained silent for a moment, his gaze dropping to the floor. "An even number would be fine."

Her moves halted, hands wrapped around the flowers' stems. "Oh, I see."

Even numbers for the deceased, odd numbers for the living.

Without turning to him, the florist brought six lilies out of the vase, putting them tenderly on the counter, as if she was dealing with a porcelain doll. "I'm sorry for your loss." she quietly added, her voice just a mere sound in the air.

Bashful, Remus shrugged, his hands still stuck in his pockets.

"These are beautiful flowers. I'm sure they'd love them." she continued, her fingers delicately tying a blue ribbon around the lilies.

He slowly lifted his head. "She was a lily and he always loved lilies." he whispered, but he was sure she still heard it. Her eyes met his, in a compassionate gaze, a touch of sadness in them.

"I'm Y/N." she said in a meek voice.

"Remus."

She handed him the bouquet, fingertips brushing. A strand of hair was falling from the ponytail she hastily put up. "That'd be ten pounds."

"Make it twenty. For the company."

She laughed, eyes lighting up and cheeks blushing. "You're a charming one. But can't do. It wouldn't be fair. Just ten pounds."

Remus felt a daring something in his chest and he took a step closer to the counter. "Fifteen and we'll see each other again?"

She shook her head, a smile still etched on her lips. "Yeah, okay, can't say no to that."

His own smile turned into a grin, before he put the money on the counter. He straightened his back and saluted her.

Y/N waved, her voice carrying sounds of worry. "Take care, Remus. Flowers wither easily."

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He knew the path all too well, taking turns through the cemetery. Left, right, left and right again. He was still holding the lilies in his hands, maybe a bit too tightly, his knuckles turning white.

It was a bit odd coming back here. Nothing ever changed since the funeral. And he supposed nothing would ever change. Life would go on, time passing by, but the cemetery would still be stuck here in a time bubble, a testimony to the past.

He knew the path all too well. Right, left, left. Grave stones after grave stones. Left, right, left. Stillness. Quietness.

Loneliness.

He remembered the times when they would all joke around (Prongs had the most bonkers ideas), and Lilly would be the one who'd always get them out of trouble. He remembered how it felt to have someone besides you in the darkest moments.

And now he had no one.

Right, left. Stop.

The grave stone greeted him like always: cold and motionless, their names hitting him like bullets.

James and Lilly Potter.

He'd forever miss them.

Remus placed the bouquet on the grave, letting a moment of quiet pass, before he turned on his heels and left.

He knew the path all too well.

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He kept coming back to the flower shop every month. At first he only bought lilies in even numbers, but then she started suggesting him to try something else ("Maybe white hyacinth. It symbolizes loveliness, prayers for someone.") Other times, she'd have a bouquet ready for him to pick up.

Remus no longer felt lonely. There was a light in every thing she said or did. She was careful with her words, and even more careful with the flowers. More often than not, even surrounded by a multitude of colours and flowers, the only flower he ever saw was her.

It was a wonder, to begin with. He'd get lost in the way she handled the flowers, so carefully, delicately. Just a touch of the hand, caressing them, never squeezing them. Angelic. Velvety.

After a while, he started to stop by just to greet her. He'd usually find her in the back, planting seeds or wetting the flowers she was growing. (These are irises. They symbolize faith. Isn't that beautiful?")

Y/N was the whole spring in the form of flowing dresses and warm smiles.

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The flower shop was closed that day. He frowned in a confused manner, sticking his hands in his pockets. For a moment, he rocked on his heels, looking around, a breeze ruffling his hair. And then he turned to leave, a destination already imprinted in his mind.

But a weep stopped him. He recognized her. Her voice was muffled and strained by cries, but it was still her voice.

He followed the sound, taking the corner of the shop. His knees were weak, trembling just at the thought of her crying.

He found her on her knees, near a grave behind the shop. There was a whole meadow behind the flower shop, flowers everywhere and Remus figured out that this is where she was growing most of her flowers.

He took a tentative step towards her before stopping abruptly. What was he supposed to say? Words failed him.

Y/N sniffled. "I know you're there. I can feel you, you know?"

Remus gulped, before taking a seat near her. He didn't dare to take a look at the grave, instead gazing at her, waiting for her to say something. Patiently.

"I'm sorry that I closed the shop today."

He shook his head desperately, reaching out with his hand to touch her arm but dropping it at the last second. He didn't know how to comfort her. "Hey, hey, it's fine. I understand."

A broken laugh made it through her lips. "You're my most faithful customer."

"Irises, right?"

Y/N laughed again, turning to meet his eyes, unshed tears shining in her own. "You remembered!"

He shyly shrugged (he seemed to be doing that often around her). "Of course I did. I remember everything you ever tell me."

Her grin turned soft and her gaze dropped. "You're sweet. I wish I could repay you for all the kindness you've ever shown me. The business thrives just because of you."

This time he didn't hesitate to grasp her hand. She was soft, just as he always imagined. She was warm too. Her touch was velvety, much like a petal would be. "Don't say that. It's always a pleasure to come by. And your flowers are some of the most beautiful I've ever seen. They're very alive. You put love in your work. Anyone would see that."

She raised her head, wonder in her eyes. "It used to be mom's business. But I took over once she-" She inhaled. "Once she passed away."

Remus was familiar to grief and loneliness. He slightly squeezed her hand.

"Her name was Iris." Y/N added.

He nodded his head. "I see." He pushed behind her ear a strand of hair. "My best friend's name was Lily."

Her eyes turned sad once again. "Purity."

"Faith." Remus replied, referring to her mother's name.

An unspoken, shared pain settled between them as she slowly let her head fall against his shoulder, a few birds singing in the distance.

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The bell chimed when he enter the flower shop that evening. He was smiling, his face flushed.

"Sorry, just a sec!" her voice called out, much like it did the first time they met.

Her converse padded against the tiles much like they did the very first time. Her dress swished like it did the first time.

And Remus blushed much like he did the first time he saw her. Y/N's face lit up when she rounded the corner and met his gaze. No amount of greetings could reflect the excitement and warmth in her eyes. The sun would be jealous of the light in them.

She approached the counter, a skip in her steps. "What flowers this time? Magnolias?"

Remus shook his head. "Roses."

Her lips formed a perfect "O", eyebrows rising. "That's new. Even or odd?" she asked, already going around the counter towards the flowers.

"Odd, this time." replied Remus, carefully watching for a reaction, one that'd betray her thoughts (he was hoping for a blush to resurface, or a tint of jealousy).

Even numbers for the deceased, odd numbers for the living.

Her moved halted, fingertips barely brushing the roses' stems. "How many?" Her voice was even, but Remus could detect a sound of annoyance in it.

"Just one. A single red rose."

The flower shop went silent. Somewhere outside, leaves rustled and the wind of early April started picking up, ruffling the trees. Her hands froze in the air, once again, before she straightened her back, her face void of emotion. Her face betrayed her, though. ''Who's the lucky one?''

''You.''

It was as if time stopped. Y/N was speechless for the third time that day and Remus took a few steps closer to the counter, trying to meet her eyes. ''It's you, Y/N. The rose is for you.'' And with a tremor in his voice, he hastily added. ''That is if you accept it.''

He was now in front of her, hands on the counter itching to touch hers, to grasp her fingers in his, ''Please, do.'' he whispered.

She slowly lifted her head, her eyes shyly meeting his. ''Is it for me?''

Remus nodded his head, soft crinkles appearing in the corner of his eyes. ''Indeed.''

''Nobody has ever given me a flower before.''

''That's quite ironic. You have a flower shop.'' he said while a breathy small laugh escaped his lips. His fingers tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He could see her bright eyes clearer now.

She shrugged. ''People buy flowers for others.''

Remus cupped her cheek gently. ''And now I bought one for you. Please, say yes. Let me take you out. I promise I'll be extra good. I'll hold doors open for you. I'll hold your hand. I'll pay. Just- just have me.''

Y/N turned her head slightly and kissed the back of his hand. ''Yes.''

A grin broke out onto Remus' face and he lightly let his forehead fall against her, the sun rays bathing both of them. The quietness filling the room. Tranquility.

''You'll still have to pay for the rose, though.''

''Right, yes. Of course.''

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for reading! I've always felt for Remus after the whole Voldemort fiasco. All his best friends died or got unfairly imprisoned. One of them even faked his death! So, this fic kinda blossomed (pun intended) from that. I threw in some language of flowers as well, lots of researching!

Another Remus Lupin fic is in the works. Hint: it's a Titanic AU.

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[pastel-charm-14]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ pink themed diy project ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

gather materials: collect items such as plain mugs, vases, or picture frames, pink spray paint, painter's tape, and any additional decorations like stickers or stencils.

prepare workspace: cover your workspace with newspaper or a drop cloth to protect surfaces. ensure the area is well-ventilated if using spray paint.

tape off design: use painter's tape to create patterns or sections on your item that you want to remain unpainted. this could be stripes, polka dots, or geometric shapes.

spray paint: in a well-ventilated area, apply thin, even coats of pink spray paint to the uncovered areas of your item. allow each coat to dry completely before applying the next.

add embellishments: once the paint is dry, remove the painter's tape to reveal your design. if desired, add additional decorations such as stickers or stencils in complementary colors.

let dry: allow your diy project to dry completely before handling or displaying it in your home.

enjoy: once dry, your project is ready to use or display in your home. admire your handiwork and enjoy the pop of color it adds to your space!

[inspired-by-the-music]

Sudden Rain, Chapter 3

Kyungsoo's POV

When I woke up the next morning, the clock on the bedside table told me that it was 9:00. The sky could have fooled me, though. I peeked through the white lace curtains to watch thick gray clouds roll across the sky. After shoving my dead phone into my pocket, I made my way out of the room. 

I tripped over the pile of folded clothes outside my door. From a glance, I could tell that the clothes were too large for me. The black hoodie and sweatpants must have belonged to Chanyeol. The gesture seemed too kind to ignore. Besides, I thought any change of clothes would be an improvement from my damp jeans and button-down shirt from yesterday. 

. . . 

“Looking good!” Chanyeol whistled at me when I walked into the dining room. 

“You too,” I said, noticing that his yellow polka-dotted apron matched his grandmother’s apron. I asked, “Where’s Eunbi?” and hoped nobody noticed how my voice tightened around her name. 

“Probably snoring in her room,” Chanyeol suggested. 

Ms. Park explained, “She has never been a big fan of breakfast,” as she filled a plate with her pancakes from her skillet.

“She never joins us,” Chanyeol griped, “no matter how hard I work!”

Ms. Oh had pulled her graying black hair into a bun. Her trembling hands were arranging sunflowers in the vase at the center of the table. She looked up from her work to tell Chanyeol, “That’s a good thing! As long as she doesn’t ruin her appetite, she’ll be able to finish a slice of my strawberry cake.” 

I asked, “Do you make her a strawberry cake every year?”

Wrinkles formed around Ms. Oh’s smile. “Oh, yes! Ever since she met my little Sehun, I’ve made a birthday cake for Eunbi.”

“That’s very kind.” Ms. Oh seemed to appreciate the recognition, especially when I said, “I look forward to trying it.” 

“Hey.” Chanyeol nudged my ribs as he set the table. “Maybe instead of flirting with Ms. Oh—who is happily married, by the way—you could flirt with my sister.”

Blinking, I muttered, “I thought you said she was sleeping.”

Chanyeol shrugged. “What do I know?”

“Chanyeol!” His grandmother hissed, and he stiffened. “Let Kyungsoo enjoy his breakfast.” She motioned to the head of the table, where she had set a lace placemat and a plate piled high with pancakes. 

I didn’t have much of an appetite, but the gesture seemed too kind to ignore. As I swallowed, I realized that this breakfast was the first meal I hadn’t spent alone or with Junmyeon in months. The sweetness of the maple syrup felt the same as the warmth that spread through my chest. 

I imagined that warmth was proof that the block of ice in my chest was melting. 

. . .

By the time I finished breakfast, the rain was falling in full force. I stood outside of Eunbi’s door with my hood pulled over my head. 

I knocked once to no answer. 

I knocked twice to no answer. 

The third time I knocked, Eunbi answered. 

Her voice preceded her. Faintly over the sound of the rain, I heard her say, “Chanyeol, I’ve told you that I never want to see you before eleven o’clock. If you want me to try your pancakes so badly, just leave some in the fridge, and I’ll eat them for lunch!”

She opened the door wearing only a towel. Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I said, “His pancakes are actually rather delicious.” 

Eunbi screamed, “Oh my God!” and slammed the door. 

I turned around, blinking, and tried not to laugh. 

The next time she opened the door, she was wearing a yellow sweater over a white dress. While pinning her hair back, she said, “I’m so sorry for opening the door like that.” She motioned for me to enter her room. “I swear, Chanyeol has been knocking on my door every day since he learned to cook, begging me to try his pancakes.”

I sat on the edge of a pale gray armchair in the corner. “I heard you’re not a big fan of breakfast, but you should try his pancakes sometime.”

After closing the door, Eubi sat on the small wooden stool in front of an easel. “That’s what everybody says, but I’ll hold onto the mystery a little longer.” She looked at me for a few moments, and I looked at her. She said, “I thought you would leave first thing this morning.” 

Shaking Junmyeon’s nagging voice out of my mind, I said, “I told you that I wanted to speak to you.” Given the weather, it seemed likely that the flight would be delayed or canceled anyway. 

“I know,” she said, “but people often say things they don’t really mean.”

I told her, “I don’t do that. I don’t say things that I don’t mean.” 

She told me, “I don’t either.” We smiled at each other. 

“I’m glad you brought me here,” I said. “Everybody is very kind.” 

Eunbi nodded. “I’m glad you like it. Most of the guests are friends Grandma has made over the years. I know she’s happy to serve somebody new.”

“She’s very energetic,” I remarked. “Ms. Oh is a character too. She can’t seem to go long without mentioning her grandson.”

“No, she can’t.” Eunbi blushed as she said, “Sehun is her pride and joy.” 

I asked, “Have you known him a long time?”

“Oh, yeah,” she nodded. “We met during auditions for a play in elementary school. He’s a few years older than me, but we always got along well. I guess he’s my best friend.” 

“You guess?” I asked. 

“It’s hard to keep friends as an adult,” she said. “At least, it’s hard for me. I guess things got complicated after we tried and failed to be more than friends.” 

When she frowned, I frowned. I told her, “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” Her smile seemed forced. “Maybe sometimes you’re meant to love people forever, even when things don’t work out as you think they should.”

I said, “Maybe.”

I envied Eunbi’s ability to fake a smile. More than that, I envied her ability to love Sehun despite the heartache. I thought I would have liked to love Soo-Ah at least for the memories we shared. As time went on, though, I started to fear that I had never loved her at all. That seemed far worse than to have loved and lost.

Eunbi turned to face her canvas, and I asked, “How long have you been painting?”

“In general? Or are you asking about this piece specifically?” She angled the easel to show me a scene of lovers near the Fountains of St. Peter’s Square.

A harsh wind blew through the block of ice in my chest. I winced at the memory of walking through Rome alone, pretending that Soo-Ah was beside me. At the time, I didn’t think much about her decision to stay home while I traveled for writing inspiration. She had a career of her own, family, and friends to tend to. I couldn’t fathom that she also had another lover to tend to. I couldn’t imagine that while I was eager to return to her, she was happier in my absence. 

I wasted many sleepless nights wondering if our fate could have been different if she had been beside me in Rome. For some time, I imagined that we somehow would have been immortalized by tiptoeing through those eternal streets. Gradually, I came to believe that Soo-Ah would have looked out of place among those ancient buildings. Our story would have unraveled more quickly far from home. 

Realizing that Eunbi was expecting a response, I said, “Both.” 

“I’ve been painting since, well, always,” Eunbi answered. “I’ve been working on this piece for about a month.” 

“It’s amazingly realistic,” I said. The painting wasn’t realistic in the way that a photograph is realistic. The painting was realistic in the way that a beautiful song can capture the feelings of a long-lost daydream. I asked, “Would you like to see the Fountains at St. Peter’s Square?”

“Oh, that would be a dream!” Eunbi pulled a piece of paper from behind her canvas and handed it to me. “I keep a list of all the places I’d love to visit, and a Roman holiday is right there at the top of the list.” 

I read the list and asked, “Is that what you’d like for your birthday? We could go to Rome.” 

“You can’t possibly mean that,” Eunbi said quietly. Before I could argue, she added, “And who told you about my birthday? Was it that big mouth, Chanyeol?”

I shook my head as I returned the list. “Your grandmother told me. She invited me to your party.” 

“There’s going to be a party?” She said, “We should start preparing ourselves for Ms. Oh’s strawberry cake.” 

Realizing I had ruined the surprise, I blushed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”

“It’s not really a surprise,” Eunbi assured me. “Chanyeol, Grandma, and the ladies at the inn plan a party for me every year. It’s sweet that they still treat it like a surprise.”

My blush slowly faded. I asked, “Why do you eat Ms. Oh’s cake if you don’t like it?”

“I don’t dislike it,” Eunbi said through a lopsided smile. “It’s just a little too sweet. I’d eat it even if it was awful, though. My birthday only comes once a year, you know, and the gesture is too kind to ignore.” 

“That makes sense,” I said. Then, I asked again, “Do you want to go to Rome?”

Staring at her painting, Eunbi stuttered, “I could never repay you for something like that, Kyungsoo.”

I said, “People don’t typically pay for their own birthday gifts.” 

“That’s too expensive, though,” she sighed. “Besides, if I’m not here, who will help Grandma around the inn?”

I could have said that Chanyeol seemed to be a great help, but I decided not to say anything like that. Suddenly, I felt very much like a stranger. By chance, I had stumbled upon Eunbi while she was in the middle of life. I knew that life meant responsibilities, obligations, and prior engagements. Still, I wanted to hear her say that she would go on a Roman holiday with me even if we were only sharing daydreams that could never come true. 

“We’ll go to Rome some other time, then,” I promised. I tried to memorize her smile. “What do you want for your birthday?”

She said what almost everybody says: “I don’t want or need anything.” What made Eunbi different from almost everybody else was that she seemed honest. 

I wanted to be like her, but I could think of at least one thing I wanted. I almost leaned over the arm of the gray chair to kiss her, but I decided against it. When it came time for me to leave, I didn’t want to abandon her with any complicated feelings. When it came time for me to leave, I wanted her to remember me fondly. 

It seemed inevitable that we should fall out of touch. As soon as I left her room, that day seemed to loom in the visible future. When that day should come, I wanted her to smile while wondering what we could have been if somebody had been bold enough to cross that line. 

It seemed obvious that we wouldn’t amount to more than an unexpected “what-if?” I desperately wanted us to be happy with that. 

. . . 

I found Chanyeol at the front desk and asked if I could borrow his phone charger. His charger was incompatible with my phone. 

“Here.” Chanyeol shoved his phone into the pocket of my (his) hoodie. “You can borrow mine. If some girl claiming to be my girlfriend calls, tell her I’ve changed my number.”

I tried to tell him, “I just need to make one call,” but he had already walked past me to help the ladies prepare for the party. 

No matter how many times I called Junmyeon on my walk up the stairs, he wouldn’t answer. His voicemail inbox was full, so I texted him. 

Me: “This is Kyungsoo. My phone died, and nobody at this inn has a compatible charger, and I can’t go out to buy a charger in this storm. If you need anything, call me at this number.” 

Junmyeon: “You have to be kidding me! Are you this desperate for an extension?”

Me: “I don’t need an extension!”

Junmyeon: “Then are you this desperate to cancel your book tour?”

Me: “No. A one-week delay won’t completely derail the schedule.”

Junmyeon: “ONE WEEK?”

Me: “Apparently, when it rains around here, it pours.” 

Junmyeon: “And where exactly is ‘here’?”

I sent him my location. 

Junmyeon: “You have got to be kidding me! How did you manage to get stranded in the middle of nowhere during a storm?”

Me: “I don’t know. If you recall, traveling wasn’t my idea.”

Junmyeon: “How could I forget when you’ve dragged your feet every step of the way?”

I didn’t know how to respond. It seemed improper to quit via text. I paced down the hallway. 

Junmyeon: “At least get some writing done while you’re stranded.”

I huffed. Although it wasn’t the type of writing Junmyeon wanted, I did have an urge to put pen to paper. After locking the door, I lay on my stomach on the bed and wrote in my notebook: 

To Eunbi, Regarding our Roman Holiday

Whenever we find ourselves in Rome, I’ll show you a secret. If you look through the Aventine keyhole, you’ll see a scene from one of your paintings: St. Peter’s Basilica. Supposedly, nobody knows if this view of the Basilica was purposefully designed or if it was a coincidence. You should try to believe that the keyhole exists just for you to imagine that you’ve fallen into one of your paintings. 

I’m starting to think that you don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but you should try gelato anyway. There’s a blueberry cheesecake flavor that I think you’d like. It’s not too sweet. I don’t think you can find anything like it outside of Rome. 

Are you a fan of Romantic poetry like I am? Even if you’re not, we should visit the Keats-Shelley Memorial House. When I was younger I used to lay awake at night thinking about how, tragically, a storm prevented poor Keats from experiencing the warmth he craved before death. In all the times I’ve visited Rome, I’ve never had the time to visit his preserved bedroom. I wonder how he would feel about strangers invading his private space; I wonder if we’ll feel like intruders when we visit. 

Then, under the cover of darkness, let’s toss a few coins into the Trevi fountain. Somebody once told me that tossing one coin means you’ll return to the Eternal City, tossing two coins means you’ll return and fall in love, and tossing three coins means you’ll return, find love, and marry. You don’t have to give me any spoilers, but I wonder how many coins you’ll toss into the fountain. 

I hope you have a very happy birthday, Eunbi. I’m enchanted to have met you during this April shower. Whenever we find ourselves in Rome, I hope to see you among the May flowers. 

Yours, 

Kyungsoo

I considered passing the letter through the floor, but I decided that it would be better to deliver it face to face at the party.

[isbahstudio]

🌸 Ways To Make Your Room Coquette

🟣 Add pink and pastel touches throughout your room. These shades can be incorporated in the bedding and decor.

🟣 Opt for dainty prints such as small flowers, bows, hearts, polka dots, etc.

🟣 Hang up whimsical vintage art and printouts of your favorite classical paintings. Use gold frames for an added touch.

🟣 Add ribbons and bows around your room. You can tie a bow on to your door knob, lamp, bed posts, chair, etc.

🟣 Opt for flowy frilly curtains to give your room an instant feminine touch.

🟣 Thrift or buy a vintage style lamp with a frilly lamp shade.

🟣 Decorate your vanity with pink and white candles. Use vintage glass bowls and trays to hold your jewelry and skincare.

🟣 Add frilly pillows and bedding. Add an old fashioned classic teddy bear for an extra touch.

🟣 Try to keep your decor within the same color palette of off whites, light browns, beiges, pinks, and pastels.

🟣 Add vases of flowers such as roses and peonies to decorate any empty spaces in your room.

🟣 Add your own touch as well. Liking an aesthetic does not mean you have to confine yourself to it.

[the-puffinry]

Useful tip for people who have animals prone to nibbling (whether that's a cat, dog, parrot or something else!) but really love plants that might be toxic to them; invest in large glass vases/bowls. No, not to put the plants in, to cover them with!

I had a few plants I really didn't want to get rid of when I got my bird, but I also absolutely did not want to take any risk with her. So I went to a 2nd hand store and bought some of the largest vases I could find. Then I put them on top of the plants I thought might hurt her. I think it actually looks very nice! Like an interior design choice unrelated to my bird's safety.

As a bonus a lot of tropical plants actually seem to do better this way. I hardly ever need to water them anymore, and the polka dot begonia I thought was beyond saving has started growing a few leaves since I put it beneath a glass bowl. I suppose the air inside is more humid.

Large plants of course might not fit beneath even the largest vase you can find, but this will allow you to at least keep a number of toxic (but beautiful) plants you would otherwise have to give away.

[e-dress]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Ceramic Vase by Zoogy White Polka Dot Peas Decorated Zoogy Studio Pottery.

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Kitsch decoration: What is it and how to incorporate it into the kitchen? - Interior decoration

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Kitsch decoration: What is it and how to incorporate it into the kitchen? - Interior decoration

Are you looking for new trends to use in the decoration of your kitchen? Then, kitsch style can be your best ally! This style, characterized by the use of ornamental and colorful elements, is ideal for those who like to give a different and original touch to their spaces.

This style focuses on the past, but incorporates modern elements which in combination creates fantasy and fun adapt bright colors and extravagant patterns unexpected details making it something totally different and full of personality.

There are no specific rules or limitations for decorating in kitsch style, you just have to let your creativity fly by mixing and combining different elements to create a space that reflects your unique style and taste. In this article, we will explain what kitsch decoration is, how it can be incorporated into the kitchen, and the advantages of using it to create a unique and vibrant atmosphere.

What is kitsch decoration?

Kitsch decoration is a style that emerged in the 1960s and is based on the use of everyday objects, usually with a humorous or ironic connotation, combined with traditional elements such as vintage and retro style.

It is characterized by showing a wide variety of colors, with predominant tones of pink, blue, green, yellow, and white. Additionally, kitsch is also characterized by the presence of objects of various natures, such as toys, vases, dishes, lace, paintings, and prints. This style is often considered the antithesis of modern design, which values minimalism and the use of neutral tones. However, kitsch lovers believe that their decorative style better reflects their personality, while allowing them to add a fun and unusual touch to their homes.

Why should you incorporate kitsch decoration into your kitchen?

The kitchen is a space in the home where many kitsch lovers prioritize creating a unique and playful atmosphere. In these cases, a lot of attention is paid to the selection of colors, motifs, and shapes, as well as the combination of different elements. Kitsch decoration can help you create a cozy, welcoming, and bright environment, as well as add a touch of fun and originality.

In addition to being visually appealing, this style can also be a good way to save money. The basis of this decorative style is the use of everyday elements, so you can create an atmosphere with all the decorative characteristics without having to make a big investment.

How to incorporate kitsch decoration into your kitchen?

To incorporate decoration into your kitchen, it is first necessary to define the theme and style you want to follow. Some may opt for a 1960s-style kitchen, while others may prefer a more vintage-oriented decoration.

Whatever theme you choose, try to create a harmonious and fun atmosphere by mixing different objects and colors.

Some ideas for incorporating kitsch into your kitchen include:

Dishware and kitchen utensils

In a kitchen with kitsch decoration, the dishware and kitchen utensils can take center stage. Choose colorful plates, cups, cutlery, and glasses, as well as equally colorful and fun kitchen utensils. Incorporate checkered, polka dot, and animal or floral motifs in plates and bowls, as well as patterned aprons and other kitchen items.

Furniture

Kitsch style allows you to play with furniture of different styles and eras. Keep in mind that to make the furniture stand out and make an impact, it is best to choose something with a very specific style and color. A great idea is to paint cabinets with colors characteristic of this style, such as bright pink, turquoise, or yellow.

Wall decorations

One of the best ways to add a kitsch touch to your kitchen is by adding various ornaments and decorations to the walls. Paintings, photographs, frames, mirrors, and posters are widely used in kitsch decoration. Look for bright and contrasting colors, as well as symbols, drawings, and fun phrases or expressions.

Tips for incorporating kitsch decoration in your kitchen

When incorporating kitsch decoration in your kitchen, make sure all pieces reflect the style you have chosen.

Mix and match pieces from different eras and styles to achieve a more eclectic look.

You can add decorative elements such as vintage posters, funny photos, or even old games or gadgets.

To achieve a harmonious arrangement, use bright and bold colors to decorate and create a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, and add the finishing touches with objects of varied shapes and sizes.

Final words…

Kitsch decoration is a great style for those who want to give their kitchen a unique and vibrant touch. This style allows you to play with colors, shapes, and objects of different nature, giving you the freedom to let your personality shine.

To incorporate decoration into your kitchen, look for kitchen objects, furniture, and wall decorations that reflect the style you want to achieve and that you can customize to match the rest of the decoration. In conclusion, the kitchen is a place where we should be creative and enjoy, so it is ideal to have all the sparkle and color to elevate the vibration.

Photos: Freepik and Unsplash.

via: Opendeco, decoration news in Spanish

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Unleashing Creativity: The Magic of Washi Tape in Crafting

In the world of crafting, there's a magical tool that has captured the hearts of DIY enthusiasts and artists alike – Washi tape. Originating from Japan, this decorative adhesive tape has become a staple in the crafting community worldwide. Its versatility and aesthetic appeal make it a favorite among creatives of all ages. Let's delve into the myriad advantages of using Washi tape to elevate your crafting projects.

Vibrant and Diverse Designs: Washi tape comes in an extensive range of colors, patterns, and designs. From playful polka dots to intricate floral motifs, there's a Washi tape for every aesthetic preference. Whether you're embellishing a greeting card, scrapbooking, or jazzing up a plain notebook, the vast array of designs allows you to unleash your creativity and add a personalized touch to your creations.

Easy to Use and Reusable: One of the standout advantages of Washi tape is its ease of use. Unlike traditional adhesive tapes, Washi tape is easy to tear by hand, eliminating the need for scissors. Its gentle adhesive makes it ideal for sticking onto various surfaces without leaving behind residue or damaging the underlying material. Moreover, Washi tape is reusable, allowing you to experiment with different layouts and designs until you achieve the perfect look.

Versatility in Crafting Projects: Whether you're a seasoned crafter or a novice, Washi tape offers endless possibilities for creative expression. Its flexibility allows you to incorporate it into a myriad of projects, including but not limited to:

Decorating bullet journals and planners

Customizing gift wrapping and packaging

Creating colorful borders and frames for photos

Crafting unique home decor accents such as wall art and vases

Personalizing party decorations and invitations

Adds Texture and Dimension: Beyond its decorative appeal, Washi tape adds texture and dimension to your crafting projects. Its thin yet durable composition allows you to layer multiple tapes for a dimensional effect, creating depth and visual interest. Whether you're adding accents to a handmade card or creating a mixed-media masterpiece, Washi tape serves as a versatile medium for adding texture and enhancing the tactile experience of your creations.

Budget-Friendly Crafting Essential: Crafting can sometimes be an expensive hobby, but Washi Tape offers an affordable solution for adding flair to your projects. With a modest investment, you can build a diverse collection of Washi tapes to suit any creative endeavor. Its affordability makes it accessible to crafters of all budgets, allowing you to indulge in your artistic pursuits without breaking the bank.

Washi tape is a game-changer in the world of crafting, offering a myriad of advantages that elevate your projects to new heights. From its vibrant designs and ease of use to its versatility and affordability, Washi tape has rightfully earned its place as a beloved crafting essential.

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 Cotton Candy Photo Frames A Sweet Treat The Wishing Chair

Our story begins on a lazy afternoon, holed up in The Wishing Chair’s studio, taking a collective walk down memory lane – to days that were about minty drinks and hammocks, paperback weekends squandered at the beach and walks on wet grass with a loved one.

It struck us then, that surely everyone must have had such moments – snap happy days of contentment and simple joys. Picture perfect occasions that deserve to be preserved. Well we’re here to serve.

Got a retro romance? We think it ought to be framed!

So we’ve used the softest, coolest pastels – serene blues, refreshing greens and blushing pinks of the prettiest persuasion – to create gorgeous picture holders for your dearest memories. And just in time for an Haute summer.

At The Wishing Chair we love patterns of the timeless kind – checkered prints, bold stripes, cheerful chevron, playful polka dots. This time though, we hand drew a lovely harlequin motif to make these quaint photo frames. You know, because diamonds are aces. Well plaid, wouldn’t you say?

Photo Op-portunity

They say it’s the thought that counts. And what could be more thoughtful than the gift of a precious memory, encased in the warm, wistful colours of youth. So swing by one of our stores, or if you prefer, we’re also online, and grab yourself a photo frame or three.

Give them pride of place on your mantle, tuck them into a bedside nook, or find them a home on your desk. We’re certain they’ll fit right in, and leave you fifty shades of pleased as punch.

READ MORE.....Home Decor Gifts Planter Vase Dining Wall Decor Tea Coffee Mugs– The Wishing Chair

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: BELLA CASA Strawberry Ceramic Vase.

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Bringing Pop to Your Dining Area Design: A Fusion of Elegance and Playfulness

As the central hub for family gatherings and entertaining, the dining room deserves a design that captivates and delights. In this exploration of pop design, we'll delve into creative strategies that seamlessly blend elegance with playfulness, transforming your dining area into a space that is not only visually stunning but also infused with a sense of joy and personality. 

Drawing inspiration from pop design for dining area principles, let's discuss the key elements to bring a unique charm to your dining space.

1.  Use Feature Walls and Vibrant Hues:

Transforming your dining area begins with a bold choice of colour. Consider creating a feature wall with a rich, vibrant hue like emerald green, citron yellow, or sapphire blue. Building on the dining area's pop design concept, this saturated backdrop anchors the space and serves as a focal point. 

To maintain balance, keep the remaining walls neutral, allowing the feature wall to pop. Extend the chosen colour to the ceiling for added drama, or experiment with lively wallpaper featuring geometric or floral prints.

2. Let Lighting Steal the Show:

Lighting plays a significant role in improving the visual appeal of your dining area. Considering our previous emphasis on dazzling chandeliers, consider fixtures with cascades of crystals or rainbow-hued glass globes. 

It not only illuminates the space but also casts captivating splashes of colour. Introduce accent lighting with intriguing shapes as part of the pop design concept. Don't hesitate to incorporate playful elements such as a mirror ball for an added touch of ambience.

3. Layer in Textiles with Personality:

Textiles offer a canvas for expressing your dining area's personality. Building on vibrant patterns, bring energy to the space through printed fabric dining chairs featuring floral, paisley, or abstract motifs. Extend the theme to curtains, choosing vibrant coral, lime, or violet hues with dynamic trims or embroidery for extra pizzazz. 

Layer-patterned area rugs beneath the table display stripes, dots, zigzags, or graphic imagery to enhance the playful atmosphere. Novelty throw pillows with quirky images or oversized florals complete the look, providing a fun and comfortable dining experience.

4. Display Bold & Whimsical Décor:

Elevate your dining room's charm with imaginative accents and serving pieces. Considering our previous suggestions, consider groupings of modern geometric metal art or playful wood plank wall sculptures. These elements not only add visual interest but also serve as conversation starters. 

Extend the notion to your tablescape with placemats, napkins, napkin rings, vases, and table runners patterned in polka dots, black & white buffalos, vibrant batiks, or pop art prints. Choose serveware and glassware with lively colours and funky silhouettes to maintain the playful theme throughout each course.

5. Mixing Eras and styles for Visual Intrigue:

To maximise the impact of your dining area's design, embrace the diversity of décor. Building on our previous discussion about mixing eras and styles, blend midcentury modern, 70s retro, and contemporary furnishings, lighting, accents, and art. 

Combining different materials, such as Lucite, metallics, and natural wood, adds contrast, creating a dynamic and visually appealing space. Don't be afraid to experiment with juxtaposing traditionally formal elements like crown moulding or crystal chandeliers with more modern geometric designs for a fun and eclectic melding of styles.

Elevating Elegance with Dining Area Pop Design Delight

Incorporating thoughtful designer risks that embrace vibrant hues, captivating textures, conversation-rousing fine art, and the unexpected blending of different eras can transform your dining area into a true showstopper. By infusing a playful spirit into your design choices, you can turn what was once a mundane dining room into your home's most eye-catching locale. The result is not just a space for meals and gatherings but a dynamic canvas that elicits smiles and sparks conversation.

So, unleash your creativity, and let your dining area reflect what makes you smile. Craft a space where every detail tells a story, making it the perfect setting for countless moments of joy and connection. Cheers to turning your dining area into a haven that captures attention and becomes a cherished part of your home's vibrant personality, all through the captivating magic of dining area pop design.

[charlyfuk444]

polka dots, i keep forgetting, forgetting my mother’s face in a vase, the flowers are dripping on the table, they bleed, crushed ladybugs stuck between my teeth, i wish i could wear a dress without feeling the empty hands of a mad mad man on my flesh.

[autistic-parker]

DREAM

There is something in the bed. Under my pillow, with it's blue polka dotted case.

When I lift up the pillow in the morning I can't see it. Just my purple sheet, freshly cleaned and changed. I check the pillow too, but nothing seems unusual.

I can feel it slithering around when I try to sleep. It doesn't ever move very far. Sometimes if flops about like a fish out of water, jumping erratically and violently. Other times it seems to move more like a calm snake, slow and curling, folding and tangling in on itself.

I feel sure I've seen it, known it. But every time I open my eyes, the memory of it... goes away. Sometimes it shatters like a vase. Sometimes it slips away like a forgotten trinket elbowed off a table. Sometimes it runs and hides from me like a startled animal.

(I think it doesn't like that I've seen it.)

Sometimes it sounds like tearing silk. Sometimes it sounds like a cat hissing. Sometimes it sounds like shattering glass. Overwhelmingly, though, it is silent. So silent I can almost hear, feel it's heartbeat as I lay in bed, dressed in t-shirt and shorts, covered with my pink blanket.

(I think it can't stop me from hearing it.)

(I think, too, I can almost remember its eyes. Deep eyes. Filled with stars and teeth and forests and something soft.)

Its teeth leave marks sometimes. If I get too close. It snaps out quickly, that tearing sound ringing out suddenly, and its teeth feel like needles closing around the palm of my hand.

When I startle awake there are little marks where it bit. They itch more than they hurt, and last a few weeks. No one around me seems to be able to see them. Maybe if they'd also been bitten by such a dream, but I think they're quite rare. I've never heard of it happening before.

The dream seems to have a scent to it, a taste. An unpredictable variable. Like caramel one night. Like chiffon cake the next. Like a fresh garden salad. Like beef. Like cinnamon. Like coffee. Like a salt lick. Like bitter chocolate. Like sour vinegar. Like anything you could imagine, I suppose.