#special pressed flowers ;; save tag

[flowerbeds-and-fairywings]

i have to redrop my tags bc they got erased smh

fluffy times ;; shippy things all the other fluffs ;; unshippy times special pressed flowers ;; save tag under the big comfy blanket ;; comfort tag the bun speaks ;; posting / answered asks

romantic : #ೃ ❥ love like in the storybooks 📖 ( ferre ) #ೃ ❥ love is ours to find 🌼 ( dames ) #ೃ ❥ once upon a dream 🌹 ( phillip ) #ೃ ❥ hope never lost 🌠 ( mark ) #ೃ ❥ an adventure sounds lovely 🧭 ( illy ) #ೃ ❥ memento m.ori // memento vivere 🗝 ( a.nnus ) #ೃ ❥ all the time in the world ⏱ ( filby ) #ೃ ❥ if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more 💐 ( charles ) #ೃ ❥ silly spook by your side 🌙 ( gracey )

familial : *ೃ༄ another another farnon 🦋 ( tristan ^2 ) *ೃ༄ it’s little and broken ; but still good 🪶 ( m.cu ) *ೃ༄ op. 71 . act 1 . no. 5 ( a touch of magic ) 🪄 ( d.rosselmeyer ) *ೃ༄ the family de c.hagny 🎵 ( what it says on the tin ) *ೃ༄ a little party never killed anyone 🎇 ( g.atsby ) *ೃ༄ hope ; it is the only thing stronger than fear 🐦 ( h.unter ) *ೃ༄ adopting androids 🔹 ( d:b.h family ) *ೃ༄ this is the story 🪣 ( parable family ) *ೃ༄ what you wanted to show me 🖊 ( studio family ) *ೃ༄ the best butler ( b.aileywick )

platonic : #ೄ࿐ ˊˎ- flower buddies 🌸 ( j.ehan ) #ೄ࿐ ˊˎ- sunshines personified ☀️ ( c.ourfeyrac ) #ೄ࿐ ˊˎ- the star studded cast 📔 ( m.arkcu )

[jellyfishandry]

W/ a drop-dead gorgeous s/o

(^ From this post)

Characters: Shota Aizawa, Toshinori Yagi

CW: gn or fem reader, reader is described as sweet + other things, you're married to Shota cause I said so, insecurities, slight Toshi angst, giving them flowers, uhh lmk if I missed anything

A/N: This kind of thing is like my favorite thing to write. Also I couldn't resist adding a ship dynamic picture for Toshi's. (Tags: @nnnyxie, @bingewatchintilldawn)

Shota Aizawa

No one knows how he managed to catch your attention. He had a messy appearance, and he could be harsh at times. But you were absolutely stunning. Not to mention you were incredibly polite and sweet. The first time you met his class, almost everyone was shocked. You had probably brought him flowers after the USJ attack to hopefully cheer him up. Just about everyone knew he was married, as he wore a ring, but they did not expect someone so utterly gorgeous and kind to be his partner Hizashi and Nemuri were the only ones you had met, as they had gone to your guys' wedding. But his students are a bit flabbergasted, and are mainly the ones who don’t understand why you married him. But it doesn’t mean they don’t like you, in fact, they love it when you drop by. Mainly because you’re just nice, but also because Shota relaxes more around you, and they have a lower chance of being scolded…  Or higher, depending on how you look at it But Shota is very thankful that you don’t mind the way he looks.  He was initially surprised when he found out you liked him, but he quickly accepted it. Though he will admit he was slightly skeptical at first, wondering if you had an ulterior motive. But you truly just loved him for who he was. And he did eventually understand that you just had pure, innocent intentions.

Toshinori Yagi

He himself has no idea how he pulled you. He doesn’t have a great self image, so he doesn’t understand why you of all people would be interested in him. At the start of your relationship (also when he was crushing) he could barely breathe around you. And early in your relationship people warned him that you might be using him, or something like that, and using your attractiveness to your advantage. He tells them that he knows you would never do that, and he’s correct. It just might take some time for other people to see that. But as your relationship progressed, he became less flustered around you. He’ll occasionally have doubts, and say stuff like “You should be dating someone who still has their life ahead of them.” He was at the point where he was having a hard time comprehending how he could keep living without saving people But you reassure him that he’s the one you want, and that nothing is going to change that After he fought AFO, you brought him some flowers to put on his desk. But you wanted to surprise him, so you didn’t tell him you were coming So when you’re directed to the teachers lounge, there’s some awkward silence before he stands up and goes towards you. “You brought me flowers.?”  He seriously didn’t expect you to get him anything, much less a bouquet of flowers  He’s very grateful for the flowers, and he’ll keep them and then press them when they dry out (they’re sunflowers.) He wants to kiss you, but he feels that doing it in front of the other staff members (specifically Present Mic) wouldn’t be the best idea. And out of the students, Izuku is the first to find out, as he’s known Toshinori the longest.  You probably end up calling him when he’s training him, and Izuku is able to tell reasonably quickly that whoever he’s talking to is very special to him. But he ends up meeting you when the other students do.  And when you are introduced to them, you both receive a lot of questions. But in the end everyone likes having you around, and Toshinori is thankful for you and loves you very much.

This is the vibe you and Toshi give off

(The tweet is not mine)

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[haesunflower]

xdinary heroes reaction to receiving flowers

genre: fluff

pairing: reader (mostly gn) x all members

about/tags: xdh reacts to you buying or giving them flowers

established relationship, bullet point reactions, lowercase is intentional, this is my first work for xdinary heroes, afab for gunil's, i had to google what each flower represented, sorry for inaccuracies, dedicated to requester @snowflakemoon3

⠀⠀ gunil ⠀⠀

gunil is a whiner

so one day when he complains that "don't you think it's kinda misandrist that only women get flowers most of the time"

you think that's a direct jab at you because he does in fact, get you flowers all the time

on your next date you order sunflowers for him

it arrives via delivery and when he opens the door, he kinda smirks

"finally, i'm being appreciated around here" (jokingly)

he places the flowers in the vase you usually use

later on you find out he saved the petals of the sunflower in a ziploc bag

you teach him how to press and dry flowers for preservation

when he sees your collection of dried flowers from all those times he gifted you, he's so touched

looks at you like you're his whole world as you continue to demonstrate how to do it

⠀⠀ jungsu ⠀⠀

jungsu talks about getting plants for his room all the time but never actually does

so you bought him a pretty orchid to place on his windowsill

he loves it and takes care of it really well

he once read that plants have feelings

so he spoke to the orchid every night, pretending like the both of you were its parents

one day you caught him singing to it

"since when did you start giving private concerts to the plant, jungsu?"

"shut up. water your child, it's dying"

and you're just like??? but you do it anyways

taking care of orchids together become your shared hobby

years down the line, jungsu makes sure the flowers at your wedding are orchids

⠀⠀ gaon ⠀⠀

you were on a picnic date at a meadow

gaon made all this effort to set the date up, even making (which you start to suspect that he actually just bought) all the food you were currently eating

you felt kinda bad, as you didn't prepare anything (well to be fair this date was a surprise)

so while he was setting up the picnic basket earlier, you took the liberty to venture

you found a small wildflower bed full of marigolds and daises

you gathered the brightest and prettiest ones, the ones that best resemble gaon

so when you tell him "close your eyes I have a surprise for you"

and he opens them he's genuinely surprised that it's flowers

his heart goes like awwwww

but ngl he thought you were gonna plant a kiss on his lips

"I can do that as well, jiseok"

he got the kisses and the flowers, it's a happy day for him

⠀⠀ o.de ⠀⠀

"are those flowers?"

he stares at the meal your prepared him, edible flowers prettily arranged on top

you spent the whole day cooking for your date and bought edible flowers to decorate the salads

he's in awe because he's never tried it before

neither have you, so you're hoping it tastes okay

when you both sit down and take your first bites

seungmin says "babe is it me or it just tastes like plants"

"i sure hope so, because it is indeed, a plant"

"right".

you both just sorta stare at each other then laugh

he reaches for your hand across the table to bring it to his lips

"thank you for the meal babe, i love it"

he kisses your hand with such sincerity you want to cry

⠀⠀ junhan ⠀⠀

there was an old lady selling the last of her roses for the day by your university

they weren't anything particularly special, but they were individually wrapped so prettily you couldn't resist

she told you they'd wilt soon, so she's giving them at half the price to students

you decided to buy a red rose to give to junhan

as you stopped by his dorms, you found him strumming on his guitar

you jokingly threw the flower at him and said "bravo, encore encore!"

he picks up the flower and puts it in between his lips and bows, going along with the bit

you both laugh at each others' antics

junhan is goofier since you came along

⠀⠀ jooyeon ⠀⠀

jooyeon has received flowers from someone he personally knew in his life exactly 3 times

when he graduated high school, his debut showcase, and his first concert (all came from his parents btw)

so when you visit him in the inkigayo green room with a bouquet of brightly colored carnations he doesn't even think that those are for him

"huh, who gave those to you?"

"it's for you, jooyeon...."

and he's all confused like "what, why?"

and you're also confused as to why he's confused like? "congrats on your comeback and new mini-album?"

jooyeon takes the bouquet and smiles at the message you wrote

"to my favorite rockstar, jooyeon"

every time he made a comeback or released a new single, you would send him different flowers

in return, he places a kiss on your forehead

A/N: when i got this request i knew i just had to use the gaon flower pictures!!

btw to those that don't know, i take requests for other groups including nct, svt, xdh and of course zb1

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Tengoku

Reina Iyashi wants a normal, mundane existence until Satoru Gojo takes a special interest in her uncanny ability to bring people back to life (or so Itadori says) and offers her a job as his assistant at Jujutsu High. Tags: 18+, satoru gojo x female oc, boss x assistant, golden retriever x black cat, forced proximity, slow burn, romance, smut, emotional content, mention of death link to all chapters link to ao3

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Note to reader: an emotional chapter, took a little longer than usual - enjoy!

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Chapter Thirteen

Satoru Gojo

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Leaning back in his chair, Satoru stared out the window admiring the cherry blossoms swirling in the wind. His thoughts naturally drifted to images of Iyashi clutching onto the brick wall, trembling. Her eyes soft with lust as she stared into his. 

He had to admit that he had been…intense. 

It wasn’t his original intention in taking her out there. The first years had proven their ability over the last few months but he naturally worried about their skill in the field. 

He had genuinely wanted to ensure their safety.

What he hadn’t factored into the equation was the possibility that Iyashi would come to his swift defense and mumble sweet compliments into his ear. 

The true nail in the coffin had been her submission, her desire to do whatever he asked once he had shoved her up against that wall. 

He groaned at the reminder, stretching his neck in a circular motion before standing.

He ventured across the campus, enjoying the warmth. The spring air tumbled through the trees, shaking the flowers.

Satoru hoped that he hadn’t scared her off with his vigor. He couldn’t imagine what he would do if she wouldn’t let him touch her again. 

The thought depressed him. 

“Iyashi, I’m here to save you!” shouted Satoru as he opened the door. She sat in her office chair, typing diligently at her computer. 

“From what?” Iyashi inquired, not looking up from the screen.

“Boredom.” he replied, walking over to the desk. He perched on the edge, appreciating the fullness of her lips and the deep brown of her eyes.

“You know, I do have a job to do,” she fixed him with a glare. “One that you pay me for, just as a reminder.”

“And you’re very good at it,” he complimented. 

Satoru burned to touch Iyashi again, he wanted nothing more than to take her over this office desk. If she thought that play in the alley was good, what he had in store for her was going to prove overwhelming.

“No to whatever you’re thinking,” Iyashi said flatly.

“You don’t even know what it was!” Satoru whined.

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“Another assignment?” Iyashi asked, peeking over his shoulder to read the letter.

“Yes, another one,” he replied with a sigh. He stood up from his desk, the first years were outside practicing hand to hand combat with the second years in preparation for the exchange event. The low grunts and frustrated shouts carried on the wind to the classroom.

“Well, we should get going then,” Iyashi stepped towards the door before turning towards him. “Are you coming?”

Satoru grinned before following, he had been reassured by her behavior that he hadn’t ruined their progress. He treated Iyashi as a fickle stray cat, he wouldn’t pick her up and force affection. If he gave her time she would eventually feed out of his hand and follow him home. 

Despite how enticing the idea of coating his fingers in her was.

The two opted for driving due to the weather, the rain had begun to pound the concrete. The town car pulled up to the location, parking in the allotted space.

Renchoku Girls’ Junior High

Satoru faltered, his fingers wrapped tightly around the door handle. 

“Gojo?” Iyashi asked softly, her gaze flickering to his hand. “Gojo?” she reached out and pressed her fingers over his - pulling the handle and pushing forward.

He turned his face towards her, a weak smile spreading as he responded, “Yes, Iyashi?” 

She scanned his features, her brows furrowing, “Are you okay?”

He wrapped his fingers over hers, her body leaned across his to get to the door. He could feel her breath on his jawline. He inhaled slightly, her citrus scent crowding his senses. 

He leaned towards her, squeezing her hand, “Just wanted to feel my fingers again, Iyashi?” 

Pink spread through her cheeks as she yanked out of his grasp, smacking his chest. He chuckled as he exited the car, Iyashi a few steps behind.

His smile slowly dissolved as they neared the entrance of the middle school. Memories of a long black braid swaying angrily flashed in the back of his mind. 

The school had been cleared for a trip to Kyoto so it sat empty, he slowly scanned the area.

“Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure.” he stated with his hand in the air, black oozed down from the sky in the shape of a dome.

“What is that?” asked Iyashi, taking a step closer to him.

“A veil,” Satoru responded as he entered the main floor. “It serves as a curtain so that the non-Jujutsu sorcerers can’t see.”

“Why haven’t you used it before?” she mused, her head darting around to analyze her surroundings. 

“There wasn’t a reason before,” he shrugged. “The curses were so isolated that we didn’t run a huge risk. Plus, they were all kinda weak.”

“So, is this one not?” Iyashi sped up to match his strides down the corridor. 

“This one…is a little stronger,” he responded. He turned to her with a smirk, “Not stronger than me, though. I’ll protect you.”

Iyashi scoffed, “I can protect myself.” she increased her speed so that she was in front of him - whipping around, “Go find a helpless maiden if you’re so desperate to play the savior,”

A loud snap ricocheted through the air, a crack splintering across the concrete. Iyashi looked down at where it had ended - in between her legs.

A rumble shook the building, Iyashi took a tentative step backwards as the fractured concrete opened below her. A large figure exploded through the ground - shards scattering through the hall. 

Iyashi had jumped at the last second, landing behind the creature. She peeked around its form to meet his gaze.

Satoru grinned, sliding his hands into his pockets, “You were saying?”

“Shut up!” she shouted. 

Iyashi began to run up the stairs as the monster burst through the ceiling into the levels above. It resembled a large goldfish but with multiple rows of sharp teeth. 

Satoru watched as her figure disappeared around the railing, he slowly ascended through the hole left behind by the creature.

The rain dripped from his limitless effect as he landed on the roof - the creature slithering through the air. 

You idiot, I thought I told you not to show up!

Satoru sucked in a breath, turning in the direction of the voice. 

Iyashi was soaked, “You idiot, I thought you had him!” she pointed into the sky. 

He shook his head slightly before turning his gaze upwards.

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“Where’s Iyashi-senpai?” Yuji leaned over his desk, staring at Satoru. 

“How do you know she’s not here somewhere?” he asked, his eyes trained on the letters in front of him.

“Because we haven’t heard her yelling at you,” replied Nobara, concentrating intently on balancing a pencil on her finger. 

“She’s sick, resting at home,” he replied. They had exorcized the curse at the Girl’s School and the prolonged time spent in the wet had gifted Iyashi a cold. 

He sighed, his thoughts had turned to memories of the chapel and the beach in Okinawa. His brows furrowed, his eyes closing slightly behind the blindfold. 

He clapped his hands together and stood, “Class! Let’s go cheer up Iyashi!” 

They entered the apartment, hands full of bags that contained sports drinks and various cold medicines. Satoru turned to the three and held a finger to his lips - willing them to stay quiet. 

The living area was dark, a small mound of blankets sticking out of the far corner of the couch. The television blared a daytime soap opera, the light from the screen illuminating the tissue box and trash can sitting parallel.

“Iyashi?” Satoru sang softly, placing his hand on the part of the blankets closest to him. 

The mound moved slightly, a flash of red before her face came into view. Her eyes had a tinge of blood spreading from the corners, a stain of pink on her nose, and her lips were splotched as if she had been biting them.

“What?” she growled, piercing him with an annoyed glare.

“We brought you stuff to cheer you up!” shouted Yuji, lifting his bag in the air.

“Blue gatorade!” yelled Nobara. “The best flavor!”

“No, the best flavor is the red one,” refuted Yuji.

Iyashi sighed and leaned back into the arm of the couch, Satoru sat on the cushion nearest her outstretched feet. 

Megumi walked forward, handing her the drink and medicine. Iyashi paused, her face softening. She took the items and thanked him - she moved to sit upright, gesturing for him to have a seat in between her and Satoru.

He scoffed as Megumi sat next to him, staring ahead at the soap opera. 

They all visited with Iyashi until it was evident that she needed rest, Satoru ushered them all out the door before heading back towards the couch.

Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling slowly. He smiled, pulling the blanket to cover her. He turned to walk towards the kitchen, Iyashi gripped his shirt tightly - fixing him in place.

This felt oddly familiar, in an emotionally vulnerable state Satoru had done the same to Iyashi. 

He slowly turned her way, she gazed up at him, “Stay,” she mumbled.

Iyashi averted her eyes before whispering, “I’m cold.”

Satoru’s heart throbbed, “Of course.”

He took his blindfold off and set it on the table, emptying his pockets before gesturing for her to sit up. Iyashi leaned forward and Satoru slid in behind her - she hesitated.

“Lean back, Iyashi,” he insisted, lightly rubbing her shoulders.

With a sigh she softly fell into his chest, he wrapped his arms around her torso. 

“Why were you so sad yesterday at that Girl’s School?” she said, her cheek resting against him. 

Satoru paused, considering his words before responding, “It reminded me of my old friends.”

“What happened to them?” Iyashi asked, her finger lightly tracing his forearm.

“They died,” he replied. 

“Oh,” Iyashi leaned forward to turn to face him. “I’m sorry. You really miss them, huh?”

Satoru scanned her eyes, not a single ounce of pity but rather a quiet understanding. She gave him a soft comforting smile before resting her head back on his chest. 

He sighed, “Yeah, I really miss them.”

Soft snores floated from Iyashi as she nuzzled into him, Satoru squeezed her tightly. 

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The sun ushered the clouds in the sky out of the way as the afternoon arrived. The students were running laps on the track as Satoru sat on the steps, watching.

Iyashi took the seat beside him, leaning forward to rest her chest on her thighs - she turned her head towards Satoru.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she turned her attention back towards the field. The high pitched shouting of Maki sliced through the air as Megumi made a mistake - stumbling. 

“Anytime you want me to touch you, Iyashi, just let me know.” he replied, his smile not reaching his eyes.

“Your friends, I bet they would be really proud of you,” Iyashi kept her gaze on the students.

“I don’t know about that,” he let out a breathy laugh.

Iyashi sat quietly as Satoru recounted his mission with Riko, he paused. “So, really, I let her down.”

“I think the only way you would let her down is by allowing her death to keep you from living.” Iyashi sat up slightly, crossing her arms over her stomach. 

Satoru stared down at the track as she continued, “And Geto? Do you think you let him down?”

“I spent a lot of time alone as a kid,” Satoru leaned back, resting his arms on the steps behind him. “There weren’t a lot of people that wanted to get to know me, mostly because they were scared.”

“Geto was my first real friend. He called me on my bullshit when I needed it but also,” he paused, reflecting. “In his own way, I think he really cared about me.”

Iyashi mimicked his stance, her head falling back to look at the sky.

“What happened to him?” she asked.

“I didn’t recognize the signs and he slowly burned out.” he replied softly. “Before I knew it he had become the villain.”

Satoru sighed, “And isn’t the villain always disappointed by the hero?” 

“The hero gives the villain purpose. Without you, he was nothing - whether what he did was right or not,” Iyashi stated. “So I don’t think you let him down - I think he let himself down.”

“I would say that your friends, as you remember them, would only want Satoru Gojo to be happy. To live his life without carrying their burdens,” Iyashi angled forward, placing a comforting hand on his knee. “Are you happy, Gojo?”

Satoru leaned his head back, finding himself thankful for the cover of the blindfold.

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chapter fourteen

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[coffeexafterxmidnight]

welcome home - what went bump in the night

cw: puppet gore, whump, hurt/comfort, ask to tag

You sat, drifting off at your kitchen table, when something banged on your door. 

It'd been an awfully quiet morning in Home. You'd opened the windows, letting in a cool breeze scented with flowers trace over your cheeks. You sat with your hands around your mug of something nice and hot, your eyes falling closed…

Bang, bang, bang.

You almost fell out of your chair. Your gaze jerked in the direction of your front door. 

Bang, bang, bang.

Eddie called your name from outside. Sally did, too.

Something about their tones chilled your blood.

When you threw open the door, you found, as you'd heard, Eddie and Sally. Eddie gripped his hat in both hands, eyes wider than you'd ever seen. Sally shook from head to toe, her fists clenched and held close to her chest.

"What happened?" You asked.

They spoke at the same time, out of sync.

"It's Wally!"

Your stomach dropped. You grabbed your shoes.

"Take me to him!"

They raced ahead of you, faster than you'd ever seen them run. You almost tripped over your own feet trying to keep up. You were the only human in Home, and definitely not anything like an authority figure in your eyes. But the residents came to you when they needed help.

Wally must need help.

At the edge of the woods all the residents gathered. Sally and Barnaby sat on the ground. Frank stood, one arm wrapped around himself, the other mimicking the motion of biting his nails. Howdy cried into his hands.

They all looked at you as you stopped, and you looked back. You looked between them, confusion pushed back in your panic.

It wasn't until you saw the white fluffy stuffing on the ground you understood.

He's dead, you thought, irrationally. He's dead and there's nothing I can do to save him. We're going to have to bury him outside his Home… have a little funeral… I'll have to be the reverend…

You took a breath. Snap out of it, you told yourself. They all need you. Wally needs you.

You forced yourself to walk forward to look at your little friend.

It was worse than you could've thought.

He was still alive, the trembling gave that away. Curled up as best he could into a ball, it was hard to tell what injuries he had. But the cuts - lacerations - went deep, deep into his body. On his face in particular, you could see the edge of what could've been wood inside him. His ear stayed on thanks to three little strings. Blue hair tumbled down over his shoulders, fallen from his fancy hairstyle in a way you'd never seen before.

You called his name. His eyes opened. Without moving an inch, he looked at you through his hair. He didn’t stop trembling. You reached down, brushed the hair from his face. Wally closed his eyes as your fingers skimmed over his fuzzy skin. The trembling eased.

Julie called your name. You looked up at your friends, all collected together, all pressed tight together.

“What do we do?” Frank cried.

You looked back down at Wally, your dear, dear friend Wally. He looked so small like this, so fragile. Your friends weren’t children, not really, but they weren’t teenagers and they weren’t really adults either. They were their own things. And that meant they could be hurt in their own special ways.

“All of you go to the post office,” you said. “I’m gonna take Wally back to my house and fix him up, best I can. And then.” You surprised yourself with what came out of your mouth. “I’m gonna find what hurt him, and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Your friends gaped. Wally squirmed, mumbling something you couldn’t understand.

“What if it hurts you too?!” Howdy said.

Your gaze went down to Wally again, into his open, frightened eyes. He shook his head. You set your jaw.

“I’m more afraid of my friends being hurt,” you said, “Than I am of that.”

Ignoring the way the others stared at you, you spoke directly to Wally.

“I gotta pick you up,” you whispered. “I’m gonna take you to my home, and I’ll patch you up there.”

Wally whimpered. He nodded his head. Something inside you broke, and your hands began to shake. 

If there was one thing you remembered after everything finished, it was how brave he was. Shaking in your arms, his fingers clutching your shirt, face hidden in your neck. He felt so much smaller than he acted, so much smaller than his proud statement of being twelve apples tall. You led the group back into town, one hand supporting your friend, the other holding a tree branch you’d found on the ground. No one said anything. Especially not Wally.

And every step of the way, you watched Wally’s Home. The windows were closed and drawn. The whole place seemed asleep. You would’ve thought… if anyone would’ve been worried about Wally, if anyone knew something was wrong, his Home would’ve been the first one.

You weren’t sure you were ready to think of the implications of that.

Once everyone was safe inside the post office, you turned towards your house.

“Wally,” you mumbled. “I know you probably wanna go Home, but I got a sewing kit at my place and I can fix you up. I have five fingers, remember? I’m good at that stuff.”

Normally that would get a laugh out of Wally. This time, he just rubbed his face in your neck and shivered.

You looked at the house in the center of town again, and frowned.

In your house, you laid Wally down on the kitchen table. Now you could see it better, how his face stretched with pain. Now you could see it better, all the awful, awful places he’d been hurt. It wasn’t just his ear that was hanging on by a few threads. His right arm, too. You swallowed hard. Much as you wanted to cry, you wouldn’t. Not yet. Wally needed you.

Your sewing kit was on the shelf where you left it. You’d learned a lot about sewing after coming here. No big stores to buy new clothes, so you patched up what you had, and made your own, until you were as colorful as everyone else.

You hoped it’d be enough.

As you set things up, you talked to Wally, explaining what you were doing, and why. You would have wanted to know, too, if you’d been so hurt. (If you’d been so hurt, your brain whispered, you’d be dead right now.) You threaded the needle in his favorite color, promising that no one will see the stitching when you’re done. You pulled away the damaged fabric of his jacket, pushed aside the strings of his hair. He didn’t speak, didn’t say a word, just watched.

“I don’t know if you’ll be able to feel this,” you said, forcing your hands not to tremble as you hovered over his arm. “I hope it doesn’t hurt.”

Wally said nothing. You took a breath, did the first stitch. 

Five stitches in, he said your name. You looked up at his face. He looked back at you, into your eyes.

He said your name again, and asked, “What’s ‘hurt’?”

Your throat tightened up. You took a shaking breath, wiped the wet in your eyes off on your sleeve. Opening your mouth to answer him, you found the words weren’t coming. And in the way he closed his eyes and laid his head to the side, you knew he understood why.

Stitch, stitch, stitch. You reattached his arm. Stitch, stitch, stitch. You reattached his ear. Stitch, stitch, stitch, you sewed up his face. Stitch and stitch and stitch again, you found the cuts and fixed them up, best you could, best you knew. Even his little fingers had been shredded, the tips of them, the knuckles, as if he’d fought back against whatever had attacked him. The thought of that filled you with pained pride. 

Oh Wally, whatever happened to you?

With a final snip of your scissors and a teeny knot, you finished up your sewing. Good as new? No. No one would ever be ‘good as new’ after whatever happened to him. But at least, you hoped the pain was gone.

“Can you move?” You asked.

Wally blinked. A second later, he pushed himself up off the table. He moved his arm, touched his ear, swung his legs, and stretched out his hands. He closed his eyes again.

Before he could speak, you said, “Here, I’ll fix your jacket. Seems like it shouldn’t be too hard. I’ll have you back with everyone when you’re ready to see them. I know they’d all like to see you’re okay.”

He opened his eyes. Swung his legs. Shrugged his shoulders and pulled off his jacket, handing it over to you. You took it, examined it closely. Yes, that wouldn’t take long at all. 

But it’d be just long enough.

As you sewed, you thought your words over carefully.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Wally stopped moving.

You didn’t look up from your task. 

“I’m not going to make you,” you said. “I just want you to know that I’m somewhere safe to go to, if you ever need help.” Wally didn’t answer.

“I’m not gonna judge you for whatever happened,” you said. “I know it wasn’t your fault.” Wally said nothing.

“Nothing like that could’ve been your fault.”

Wally said nothing.

“But I meant it when I said that I’m more scared of you guys getting hurt than anything that could happen to me.”

Wally sobbed.

You looked up from his jacket. Wally’s hands covered his face, he rocked back and forth. Between his fingers, he looked at you. Little drops of liquid dripped between his fuzzy fingers. Your stomach dropped.

You didn’t know Wally could cry.

“I’m sorry-” Wally said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare all of you. I was trying to protect - protect you-”

“Wally-” you started.

He reached for you, and you reached back. You wrapped your arms around your friend and held him close, held him tight, held him safe as he cried. And you cried too, quietly, into his long blue hair.

You didn’t push him for any more answers. You would let him cry until he didn’t need to anymore. Wasn’t a big surprise to you, when he fell asleep, his arms locked around your neck. You held him close and wiped your eyes. 

Alright, you told yourself. Sleepover time. The whole neighborhood would be invited. Everyone would get to hang out with Wally. You’d make pizza together and drink soda and play games and everything would be okay.

And you. You were going to get to the bottom of this. Even if it killed you.

[masterjedilenawrites]

The Bad Batch: Most to Least Awkward First Kiss

...because I have a problem answering simple questions and also I miss ranking these boys on silly scales...

1. Tech: He would not have initiated his first kiss. He was still reeling from the realization he actually liked this person, his focus solely on confessing to them and nothing more. When their response is pressing their lips to his? He's stunned. His limbs flail about and he makes a weird noise like he's in pain. His crush pulls away, confused, and he runs off, embarrassed. He would like his next kiss to be thoroughly planned out in advance, please.

2. Echo: He would've gone in for the kiss himself, but also would've been sweating profusely. Little did his crush know that he'd been spending the past hour psyching himself up for it. It's only a peck that he gives, simple and harmless, and it's definitely not as bad as he thought. He doesn't know what to say afterward, the only thing he can think of is an awkward thank you. He reflects on the moment for literal weeks.

3. Crosshair: Feels more confident than the others, but it's not entirely warranted. He doesn't know what he's doing and he only realizes this once he's millimeters away from their face. It's a sloppy kiss, more wet than he expected, and with teeth clacking clumsily, but it's not the worst he could've done. He saves it at the end by booping their nose and giving them a cute nickname. He definitely plans to practice more for his next kiss.

4. Hunter: Also wouldn't have initiated his first kiss, but doesn't flail about like a fish. He's very quick to adapt. He only tenses in surprise for a second before softening up and leaning into the kiss. He lets his crush lead the way, mimicking their movements and creating an unexpectedly pleasant moment. He does stand slack-jawed for a bit afterward, his senses are tingling like crazy and brain will not function and form proper words.

5. Wrecker: Even though he has no experience with his first kiss, this guy can turn any potentially-awkward moment into something fun and special. As soon as the time feels right, he goes for it, and with the biggest grin on his face no less. He holds his person tenderly and tries out a few different kinds of kisses - soft, hard, fast, slow - until he finds one they both like so he knows what to do next time.

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🌙 s𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

TAGGED BY: @distopea

TAGGING: @pvremichigan (David) @smokes-and-bullets @mallowofocs (Meryl) @distopea (Astra)

1. what does your muse smell like?

Autumn's natural scent is of freshly pressed flowers, said scent is stronger on his wrist and under his earlobes. Usually is faded by the smell of mint cigarettes and dark feminine tones perfumes. His everyday perfume is Very Sexy Night by Victoria's Secret, and for special events, he might turn to some Yves Laurent or Jean Paul Gaultier.

2. what do your muse’s hands feel like?

Cold. Always. But when they get warmed up, they are pretty soft and comfortable to hold. They give the impression that he's privileged and has never needed to use a dustpan. Behind that opulent appearance, he has a firm grip, and due to his long bed nails, he can scrape your skin if provoked.

3. what does your muse usually eat in a day?

On a good day, he'll have cereal for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch; instant noodles, and canned meals for dinner. But most days he's snacking on chips, candies, and chocolate. He doesn't care for his diet as he should, so he takes vitamins to compensate for the lack of nutrients he's not getting. He keeps good hydration (thank goodness) always stopping by for natural juices or coffee.

4. does your muse have a good singing voice?

Not at all. Please, don't ever let him sing. He never did it as a child, and by his teenage years, he was too consumed by commercial pop artists who rely a lot on auto-tune.

He hums when he's in an excellent mood. You can allow him that.

5. does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

Definitely, his eating habits are just the worst. Autumn is also a slob regarding house chores; clogged drains, coffee and ketchup stains on the table, and the floor with crumbs of bread and chips. However, he's very dedicated to his personal hygiene. He enjoys doing laundry and ironing, but that's because he spends an absurd amount of money on designers, and he wouldn't let a good Givenchy be ruined by mixing whites with colors.

It's unlikely to catch him nervous in the open, but when he's anxious and alone, he rocks his body and cracks his knuckles.

6. what does your muse usually look like / wear?

Autumn picks are usually earth and ocean tones combined with grays or browns. At first sight, it looks casual, but the more you look at him, the more you can see small details you wouldn't have thought would bring so much classiness. I think he creates a power statement with his clothing choices. Look all you want, but don't get close. Don't think about it even.

7. is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?

I love this for Autumn, okay!

Whenever someone meets Autumn, they would think he's easy-going and warm, ready to spill kindness and become friends for life. But he's not more than a master of social cues due to his extroverted personality and training. He doesn't care further than the basics of human decency for any other person.

If he's ever kind to you, it's because he's bored. He could form a dynamic that feels like friendship, and you would think he's your best friend because he's always a good listener and has the greatest advice, but Autumn is emotionally detached from you.

He can help you because he has the time and the means to, and the advice you think it's him considering your best interest is simply common sense and logic.

Autumn won't meet your parents, won't show up for holidays, will forget your birthday, and will not be physical with you unless it implies getting laid later.

He will, absolutely, give you company in a hospital and protect you if you get in trouble with someone. (because affection was only given when he needed saving.)

8. what position does your muse sleep in?

Autumn sleeps better on chairs and couches because when he was little, he was woken up by the bad guys way too many times to consider a bed a safe place. Nevertheless, for the sake of his spine, he sleeps on his back to avoid ambushes. You can tell when he's emotionally compromised because he wakes up in the fetal position.

9. could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

It depends on what he's doing (iykyk). Jokes aside, he can make himself entirely invisible if the situation requires it. If not, he will drop stuff on the floor when looking for something, shut doors, and drawers with unnecessary force, and the TV is always on if he's home. He likes to have one-sided conversations with the actors and reporters.

[the-void-writes]

“  i’ve always been able to tell when you’re lying.  ”

I’m sorry this one’s pretty short and cuts off before the good part, but it’s all my brain could muster 😅 I hope you enjoy this little look at how the Kings of Paradise play off each other

Not sure how to tag this since there’s no real explicit content, but they’re still suggestive. I’ll put the 18+ warning here anyway

OSOP - Kings

“Alex, are you okay?”

He stood up from the flower bed and wiped his eyes, leaving traces of dirt on his freckled cheeks. His king was bathed in the golden lights of the lanterns along the garden's walkways. That beautiful light made his amber eyes glow like burning coals.

“Just fine, your majesty,” Alex said.

Gazali smiled sadly. “Dearest, I can always tell when you’re lying.”

“Then why ask?”

“I’m hoping you’ll trust me enough to share what’s troubling you.”

Alex smiled and shook his head. “You already know I trust you, Gaz.”

“Then please, talk to me.”

He nudged a pile of dirt with his shoe. “It’s just stupid stuff, feelings that should have gone away three centuries ago.”

Gazali brushed his cheek. “What kind of feelings?”

“Oh, the usual.” He shrugged. “Guilt about my family, and Javi, and being a feckin’ botanist surrounded by gods and kings and—”

A hand fell on Alex’s shoulder, massaging him gently, and he took a deep breath. It was hard to feel upset while receiving such a warm and caring touch from his king. Gazali spoke softly to him, his lips grazing the top of Alex’s ear.

“I’m sorry these feelings still plague you, but please know that they don’t define who you are. You are a remarkable man, Alex, and we’re all so happy to know you.”

Alex closed his eyes and leaned against Gazali’s chest. The king’s beard tickled his neck as he kissed his freckled skin, leaving no spot untouched or unloved. It had seemed a miracle, once, to have a prince like Javi fall for a simple gardener. Now, Alex had a king spoiling him with such kindness and sincerity. He still wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve either of them.

“If you’re up for it,” Gazali said, “I’d like you to join me upstairs.”

Alex gave him a brief snicker. “You don’t have to do anything special, Gaz.”

“But I want to.”

“Save it for your husband, or for Javi. Don’t waste it on me.”

“Alex, you’re just as much a king as any of us.” His eyes lit up with enthusiasm as he got an idea. “Here, let us show you.”

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Alex curled his hands, which were tied above his head to the bed frame, as his dear partners surrounded him. Javi sat in his lap while their two kings took the sides, lovingly tracing his skin from shoulder to hip. And Javi— sweet, wonderful Javi— kissed his rough lips with extreme vigor. Each kiss made Alex feel like a young man in Spain all over again, sitting with his prince in the moonlight.

“Minha vida,” Javi said, “Gazi told me you still feel bad about our families.”

Alex nodded. “I know.”

“You remember what we said about blaming yourself for that, don’t you?”

“Yes, love.”

Javi stroked his hair. “What did we say?”

“Oh, don’t make me say it.”

“Come on, Alex.”

Frank caressed Alex’s cheek. “Go ahead, while he’s going easy on you.”

Gazali laughed. “Javi usually goes easy, my dear. You’re just easy to fluster.”

Before Frank could argue, Javi held them both by the chin.

“Please be patient, boys.”

They froze in place, and Alex couldn’t help but grin. He was so lucky to be married to such a hypnotic, charismatic man. Javi traced Alex’s lips with a gentle finger.

“Tell me what we said, Alex.”

He closed his eyes. “We saved each other from a lifetime of misery.”

Javi smiled and kissed his jaw. “There’s a good boy.”

Alex shuddered and tugged at his bonds a little as his three partners kissed him. He wanted to touch them, to hold them close and feel their warmth. Javi pressed his chest against Alex, smugly aware of how badly he was riling up his husband.

“Can you try to sit still for us?” Javi whispered, “So we can spoil you the way you spoil us?”

Alex practically growled against his neck. “Are you sure you can go that long without begging me to spoil you?”

Javi’s laugh sounded like the finest bells chiming in the wind. He held Alex’s chin firmly.

“Let’s find out.”

[flowersonline24]

How much will wedding flowers decoration cost

Planning a wedding is an exciting journey filled with countless decisions, and one of the most enchanting elements to consider is the flowers. From vibrant bouquets to stunning centerpieces, wedding flowers play a crucial role in setting the mood and enhancing the overall aesthetic of your special day. But as you dive into this floral wonderland, a pressing question often arises: how much will wedding flowers really cost? Understanding this aspect can help you budget effectively while still creating that dreamlike atmosphere you've always envisioned. Let's explore what influences flower costs and discover options that fit every style and wallet!

The importance of flowers in a wedding

Flowers are more than just decorations; they embody the essence of love and celebration. When you walk down the aisle, it's often surrounded by blooms that reflect your personal style and emotions.

They add color, texture, and fragrance to every corner of your venue, creating a visually stunning atmosphere that guests will remember long after the day is over.

Bridal bouquets symbolize purity and new beginnings, while centerpieces can spark conversation among tables filled with loved ones. Each arrangement tells a story about who you are as a couple.

Flowers also carry cultural significance in many traditions—think of roses for romance or lilies for unity. Choosing the right floral elements allows couples to express their individuality while enhancing the overall theme of their wedding day. In essence, flowers weave together beauty and meaning into this unforgettable chapter of life.

Factors that affect the cost of wedding flowers

The cost of wedding flowers can vary widely based on several key factors. Seasonality plays a major role; some blooms are more readily available during certain times of the year, affecting their price.

Type and style also significantly impact costs. Exotic or rare flowers tend to be pricier than local varieties. Bouquets that require intricate arrangements usually carry higher labor charges.

Location matters too. Urban areas like London often have elevated prices due to higher operating costs for florists.

The scale of your wedding influences flower expenses. Larger weddings with numerous floral installations will naturally incur greater costs compared to smaller, intimate gatherings where simpler arrangements might suffice. Balancing these elements is essential in creating a beautiful yet budget-friendly floral design for your special day.

Different types of wedding flowers and their costs

When it comes to wedding flowers, variety is the spice of life. Roses remain a classic choice, with prices ranging from £2 to £10 per stem based on the type and season.

Tulips offer elegance at a slightly lower cost, typically between £1.50 and £5 each. Their vibrant colors can add that extra pop.

Peonies are another favorite but come with a higher price tag, often reaching up to £15 per stem during peak season. They’re known for their lush blooms and romantic feel.

For those looking for something unique, consider orchids or hydrangeas. Orchids usually start around £3 each while hydrangeas can be found for about £6-£8 per bloom.

Seasonality plays a crucial role too—flowers in season tend to be more affordable than out-of-season varieties. This means careful planning can lead to significant savings without sacrificing style.

Tips for reducing flower costs without sacrificing beauty

Consider seasonal flowers. Choosing blooms that are in season can significantly cut costs and ensure freshness. Local varieties often come at a fraction of the price.

Next, opt for fewer types of flowers. Sticking to a limited palette not only saves money but also creates an elegant, cohesive look.

Think about your arrangements' sizes. Larger displays may be eye-catching but can quickly inflate your budget. Instead, focus on smaller clusters or mixed arrangements that still deliver visual impact without breaking the bank.

Incorporate greenery generously. Lush foliage adds volume and texture while being more affordable than blossoms alone.

Prioritize focal points over excessive decoration. A stunning bouquet or centerpiece can serve as a beautiful anchor for your wedding decor without requiring countless additional pieces.

DIY options for wedding flowers

DIY wedding flowers can be a delightful way to add a personal touch to your big day. Crafting your own arrangements allows you to express creativity while keeping costs down.

Start by choosing seasonal blooms. They’re often more affordable and look fresh. Visit local flower markets or farms for the best deals.

Consider simple arrangements like wildflower bouquets or mason jar centerpieces. These styles are both charming and budget-friendly. You don’t need elaborate designs; sometimes, less is more.

Gather friends for a flower-arranging party. This turns into a fun experience and spreads out the workload. Plus, sharing ideas can spark inspiration!

Look up tutorials online for techniques on arranging flowers beautifully without professional help. With patience and practice, even novices can create stunning displays that wow guests and fit within your budget.

Choosing a florist and negotiating prices

Choosing the right florist can make a world of difference for your wedding flowers. Start by researching local florists in London, looking at their portfolios and reviews.

Schedule consultations to discuss your vision. A good florist will listen to your ideas and offer creative suggestions that match both your style and budget.

When it comes to negotiating prices, be upfront about what you can afford. Many florists are willing to work within a set budget if they understand your needs clearly.

Don’t hesitate to ask about package deals or seasonal flowers that might lower costs without compromising quality. Building rapport with your florist can also lead to better service and more flexibility in pricing.

Remember, communication is key—expressing preferences openly helps ensure you get the most value for every penny spent on those beautiful blooms.

When planning your wedding, understanding the costs associated with wedding flowers is essential. Flowers add beauty and romance to your special day, but knowing how much you should expect to spend can help keep your budget on track.

Consider all factors that influence flower costs—seasonality, type of flowers, and arrangement complexity. By being informed about different types of blooms available in London and their respective prices, you can make more educated choices that align with both your vision and budget.

Finding ways to reduce expenses while still achieving stunning floral arrangements is possible. Whether opting for seasonal flowers or incorporating DIY elements, there are countless strategies to save money without compromising on aesthetics.

Choosing a reputable florist who understands your needs can also significantly affect pricing. Don’t hesitate to negotiate; many florists appreciate honest discussions about budgets.

With thoughtful planning and creativity, you can achieve breathtaking floral displays that enhance the ambiance of your wedding while keeping an eye on costs. Your dream wedding does not have to break the bank when it comes to beautiful blooms!

[rajukumar8926]

10 Best Gift Combo For Girlfriend On Her Birthday 

Your girlfriend deserves the world. If you've been attempting to find the ideal way to show just how much you respect her love and affection, browse these best gifts for girlfriends. After scouting tons of products online, Vietnam Florists have compiled a variety of trendy and cute gifts to praise her, regardless of where you are in your relationship. 

Surprising her with sentimental combo gifts (think a personalized necklace or wall art marking when you foremost moved in together) is a no-fail choice. But if you're shopping for her birthday, it might be better to see a special present that speaks to her passions. There's everything from an indoor herb planter to a lovely tassel dress she can wear from the beach to dinner. And if your goal is to spend more quality time together, we've sprayed in a bunch of nice couple gifts and fun experiences for sending gifts to Vietnam that both of you can enjoy. ��

The best part about this roundup is you don't have to wipe out your savings to find an idealistic gift for your girlfriend. An affordable gift can be just as momentous as a luxury find. 

10 Best Gift Combo for Girlfriend on Her Birthday- 

Sentimental gift  

Pick any date that's unique to her or the both of you (like the first day you met or your wedding date!), and this shop will develop a custom map of what the sky glimpsed like that night. 

A great gift for couples 

Consider this a gift for both of you. This ready-to-hang poster invites you to stroll outside your solace zone and try some new date ideas. The list contains everything from making dinner together at home to taking dance classes. 

Gift to surprise her 

Let her know all the reasons why you love her with help from the simple prompts in this fill-in-the-blank book. Some pages will bring out your mushy, gushy side, while others will enable you to take a stroll down memory lane. 

Personalization Lab Custom Leather Jewellery Box 

A personalized gift without a bulky price tag? A big win! Get her name and her birth bloom put on the box. Bonus points if you put a chunk of jewellery inside! 

Black Matte HydroBag 

This is the bag all the girls are watching right now. It has a respective space to carry their water bottle, and then a purse to keep their keys, wallet and phone. Genius! 

Light-Up Rose In A Glass Dome 

Get ready for happy tears! Multiple of the thousands of five-star reviews note how many people cried when they obtained this gift. The artificial rose comes in a glass case and emits a warm and magical glow when it's turned on. 

Minted Heart Snapshot Mix, Photo Art 

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then this heart-shaped collage must be priceless. Round up 30 snapshots that sum up your relationship funny selfies, cute candids and Insta-worthy glamour shots. 

Hand Warmer 

Perfect if her hands are ever cold, this rechargeable hand warmer will be a gift she uses over and over again. It heats up in under two minutes and is planned to keep her hands toasty for up to four hours when it's entirely charged. 

Pressed Flower Necklace 

Romantic without going over the top, this wildflower-pressed chain is sure to make her smile. The gold-plated design of Vietnam gifts online comes in several flower alternatives, each with its significance. 

[flowerbeds-and-fairywings]

new tag system !! dropping some tags, and i’ll update my f/o list to go along with :)

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fluffy times ;; shippy things

all the other fluffs ;; unshippy times

special pressed flowers ;; save tag

under the big comfy blanket ;; comfort tag

the bun speaks ;; posting / answered asks

romantic :

ೃ ❥ love like in the storybooks 📖 ( ferre )

ೃ ❥ love is ours to find 🌼 ( dames )

ೃ ❥ once upon a dream 🌹 ( phillip )

ೃ ❥ hope never lost 🌠 ( mark )

ೃ ❥ an adventure sounds lovely 🧭 ( illy )

ೃ ❥ memento m.ori // memento vivere 🗝 ( a.nnus )

ೃ ❥ all the time in the world ⏱ ( filby )

ೃ ❥ if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more 💐 ( charles )

ೃ ❥ silly spook by your side 🌙 ( gracey )

familial :

*ೃ༄ another another farnon 🦋 ( tristan ^2 )

*ೃ༄ it’s little and broken ; but still good 🪶 ( m.cu )

*ೃ༄ op. 71 . act 1 . no. 5 ( a touch of magic ) 🪄 ( d.rosselmeyer )

*ೃ༄ the family de c.hagny 🎵 ( what it says on the tin )

*ೃ༄ a little party never killed anyone 🎇 ( g.atsby )

*ೃ༄ hope ; it is the only thing stronger than fear 🐦 ( h.unter )

*ೃ༄ adopting androids 🔹 ( d:b.h family )

*ೃ༄ this is the story 🪣 ( parable family )

*ೃ༄ what you wanted to show me 🖊 ( studio family )

*ೃ༄ the best butler ( b.aileywick )

platonic :

ೄ࿐ ˊˎ- flower buddies 🌸 ( j.ehan )

ೄ࿐ ˊˎ- sunshines personified ☀️ ( c.ourfeyrac )

ೄ࿐ ˊˎ- the star studded cast 📔 ( m.arkcu )

ೄ࿐ ˊˎ- fellow ranger ⚔️ ( a.ragorn )

ೄ࿐ ˊˎ- hootie toot 🏝 ( islanders )

ೄ࿐ ˊˎ- i can be anything 🎀 ( b.arbie )

[ladytsunadehime]

Tag Drop, General Tags.

[gravessyard]

Birthday Poptart

Notes from the Crypt: Happy birthday Tartaglia! *shoves him off a cliff* jkjk, or am I? I wanted to do something for his special day. Yes, I am still quite ill so this fic took off on a completely different direction than I expected so I may have to add a second chapter, but regardless, I hope you enjoy

Tags: GN!Reader, angst with some fluff sprinkled in

Summary: All you wanted to do was spend his birthday with him

Two weeks. You spent 2 weeks wracking your brain for ideas on how to celebrate Childe’s birthday only for it to go down the fucking drain. You sighed hard, swirling the glass of wine you had in your hand as you sank further into the warm bubble bath that was drawn for you, thanks to your generous host who welcomed you into his home after he found you wandering the streets of Liyue, soaked to the bone from the storm. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, the pain is a nice distraction from the ache that is now the hole you feel in your heart, the very one Childe carved out himself. You thought you had a great plan, a nice candlelit dinner at home, a bubble bath with some oils and fresh flowers you spent at least a good hour meticulously picking and sharing wine underneath the stars! Hell, you even thought of going further should the mood strike, but it would seem the gods had something else planned for you. He had work, he said. He’ll be home late, he said. Let’s celebrate tomorrow, he said, and while you were disappointed, you still happily agreed, simply content that he was still willing to celebrate his special day with you even a day later.

You scoffed into the wine glass as you took a sip, thinking back to how he kissed your cheek this morning but ignored the empty feeling it left behind, like he did it as some chore. At the time you thought nothing of it, too caught up with changing dinner plans since Childe seemed to want to postpone the grand birthday dinner. It was no issue to you, all you had to do was pop into town to grab a couple of vegetables and some meat and cook something simple that you can save for him when he comes home. What was meant to be an easy trip ended up turning your life upside down, as when you were in the middle of picking out radishes from Chef Mao, you heard the unmistakable laugh of your boyfriend. Confused, you looked around the busy street to catch him idling nearby, his arm around the traveler’s shoulders. You wondered for a second if they had crossed paths just now when you felt your heart drop, watching Childe pull them close to press a kiss to their cheek, and then another to their lips. You didn’t even realize you had dropped the radishes you were holding, Chef Mao calling your name with concern.

“y/n? hey, are you alright?”, Mao asked, walking around his place behind the booth to your side, where he gently placed a hand on your shoulder and finally broke you from your spell. You whipped your head at him, eyes wide and glassy and stuttered out apologies, quickly gathering the radishes you had dropped and giving him possibly way too much mora before mumbling something about being in a hurry and rushing off, unable to stop the tears from flowing freely down your cheeks. You weren’t aware if Childe had seen you, nor did you really care as you know exactly what you saw, and you certainly didn’t want to stick around for an encore. Your mind was in shambles, cursing not only yourself but also the man who apparently preferred to celebrate his birthday with the traveler rather than with you. While you were walking with no destination in mind, you were also piecing together the times Childe claimed he would be held up at work or the nights he came home at ungodly hours, it became clear as day that he didn’t need to work overtime hours with how fucking rich he already is, he was just using that as an excuse to go meet up with the traveler! And you let it happen for months! You choked back a sob, stopping in the middle of the bridge before the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and going to the ledge, suddenly feeling nauseous. You didn’t register the rain that was now soaking through your hair and clothes, too numb to notice you had begun to shiver and teeter a little too close to the edge, you couldn’t even register the rushing footsteps approaching you until you felt a hand roughly tugging you away. You shrieked, losing your balance, and falling into a pair of sturdy arms.

“y/n? What on teyvat are you thinking? It’s highly dangerous for you to be that close to the ledge!”, Zhongli sternly scolded you, the poor heart attack you gave this man when he exited the parlor and looked to see you practically about to jump. He couldn’t think of any reason why you even would, which only made him worry even more as he looked you over carefully, making sure you weren’t physically injured. He gave you quite the fright too, enough to make you sob hard in his arms, your own arms struggling to hold the radishes you were still cradling for dear life.

“Ajax… I saw him… k-kissing the… the traveler”, you whimpered, and Zhongli’s shoulders began to relax, his worry of you trying to throw yourself off the bridge morphing into worry that you had been a witness to adultery. He rubbed your shoulders, mentally wonderig how cold you must be and quickly began to usher you away, straight to his place. Being romantically involved with Childe, you had also made friends with Zhongli, so you were no stranger to his abode, it was a humble little place, nice and cozy for someone like him. You had even joked with Childe, telling him if he was ever caught cheating then you’d move in with Zhongli because his place was so nice, how unaware you were back then. Zhongli welcomed you into his home, not caring that you both were soaking wet as he coaxed the radishes you were holding out of your grip and onto the side table, the sounds of your sniffling and sobbing was breaking his heart, you didn’t deserve to have this happen to you, so he made it his personal mission to make sure you are very well taken care of.

“y/n, may I have the honor of taking care of you tonight?”, he asked gently while he held your hands as if you were made from porcelain. You sniffled, remaining silent for a few seconds before nodding, and with a squeak you were lifted bridal style into his arms and carried into the bathroom where he began to draw you a bath. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, feeling drained from all the crying as you watched Zhongli pour all kinds of stuff into the filling bath, it was kind of therapeutic. Milk, flowers, dried fruits, oils and bubblies, the room was beginning to fill with steam and the heavenly scent of his concoction before he deemed it satisfactory enough and straightened up to look at you.

“Please step in and relax, I’ll return shortly with some wine. I recently acquired a bottle recommended by a friend in Mondstadt and I would like to get your opinion of it, so if you’ll excuse me”, he bowed his head before leaving the bathroom, giving you the privacy to peel your wet clothes off and step into the water. To say the temperature was perfect would have been an understatement, you felt like you were being hugged by a blanket fresh out of the dryer. You sighed out, dipping low enough to keep your chin above water and just soak before you heard knocks on the door after some time.

“Come in”, you called out, Zhongli enters with two glasses of wine in his hands, passing you one that you gratefully take and sipped. It was smooth, semi-sweet and doesn’t attack the taste buds, which you appreciated since you weren’t a fan of bitter wines. You noticed your host had changed into silk pajamas as he took a seat on the edge of the tub, sipping at his wine and giving you an expectant look. It was a look that told you he was ready to listen, and you couldn’t help but give him an appreciative look before laying your breaking heart out for him. You told him everything, from the times Childe had lied to you about work to seeing him kiss the traveler today, and he simply nodded while you spoke, taking sips of wine in between and even extending his hand out to you when your voice began to crack, tears threatening to fall again. He ran his thumb over your knuckles while you ranted at him, pitching in his opinions, and expressing immense disappointment in Childe over this outcome of your relationship until you both fell into a comfortable silence.

“I’ve laid out some clothes for you in my bedroom, when you finish up come meet me in the kitchen while I prepare a hot meal for us to enjoy”, he stood and once again bowed his head, a gesture you couldn’t help but smile at while he left you alone. You took a moment to soak in silence, the water long gone lukewarm, but you paid it no mind, you mostly wanted to gather your thoughts for yourself. You scoffed at the kiss Childe gave you this morning, it was definitely different than the one you saw him give the traveler earlier. You finished your wine along with your bath, draining the water and tossing out the rehydrated fruits before wrapping yourself in the robe that thankfully Zhongli keeps in his bathroom before stepping out and making your way to his bedroom. You thought of proposing the idea of rooming with Zhongli while you searched for a place of your own, archons know you don’t want to continue living with Childe if he was just going to keep stringing you along like he currently is. You stopped in your tracks when you saw the matching pajama set that was laid out on the bed, your emotions getting the better of you and you began to sniffle again, chuckling to yourself while you got dressed and walked into the kitchen where Zhongli was finishing up a simple dish of radish veggie soup using the radishes you were clinging onto earlier. You were grateful to have met a man like him, his friendship was something you treasured and even now, when you’re at your lowest, he’s been nothing but a gentleman and doting on you, you were beginning to think that maybe you had made a mistake in choosing Childe to date.

“Zhongli… Thank you, for everything”, you began, giving him a teary-eyed smile and your cheeks flushed slightly when he cupped your face in his hands, wiping away any stray tears and giving you a warm smile.

“You need not thank me; I’m simply doing my duty as your closest friend and confidant… Now sit, we’ll eat and maybe head to bed? You must be exhausted after today’s ordeal”, he laid a hand on your lower back while he ushered you to sit, preparing a bowl of soup for both you and himself and sitting across from you to enjoy dinner.

“Hey ‘Li… Can I stick around for a while? I don’t think I wanna… go back to Childe’s house after today”, you asked sheepishly, pushing your spoon around the bowl. Zhongli didn’t hesitate to agree, putting your heart and mind at ease and even suggesting he accompany you to retrieve your belongings if you liked. You nodded happily, flashing him the warmest smile he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing and making idle conversation while you both finished dinner. After the dishes were washed, he insisted on sleeping on the couch while you took his bedroom but couldn’t deny your request of sharing a bed after you held onto his sleeve, a sad look in your eyes over the thought of sleeping alone. He held you that night, whispering all the fun things you both can do after you move in until you fell asleep.

Morning came quicker than you anticipated, waking up from a dreamless sleep, you could still feel the fatigue in your muscles as you took in your surroundings. You stretched a hand out to feel for Zhongli but felt something cold instead. Confused, you sat up and picked up the cold metal, looking at it and all at once you felt like the air was punched out of your lungs. Tucking it into the waistband of your pajama bottoms, you met Zhongli back in the kitchen where he was preparing breakfast, and afterwards you both changed and made the way back to Childe’s place. You were half hoping he was home, possibly concerned that you hadn’t returned the night prior, but you were hurt and frustrated when there was no sign of him, instead there was a note saying he missed you and he was once again, going to be late coming home. Zhongli made no comment on the subtle drop in temperature, instead asking where you two should begin and you lead him into the bedroom you once shared with Childe and began to gather your things. You two worked in silence, Zhongli packing your items in the luggage you provided while you silently wiped at your eyes and nose, you could feel your blood grow colder the longer you stood in this space that held so many memories. Despite the time you spent with the harbinger, you didn’t have a lot to your name, which you supposed could be a blessing now since it meant you didn’t have to return. Zhongli carried your luggage for you out of the house, but before you could step further you faced the home you once called yours and stared at it, the hurt and pain that Childe put you through fueling your new vision to allow you to thrust your hand out and encase the entire home in ice.

“Take that, asshole”, you puffed out, turning on your heel and following Zhongli back to your new home. He made a mental note to congratulate you on your new vision while you both began a new chapter in your lives. Somewhere in Liyue, Childe got the coldest chill up his spine he’s ever experienced and felt something was terribly wrong.

Epitaph: This piece can also be found on AO3. Oops, accidentally made it zhongli x reader, hence why I may need to add a second chapter, but hey congrats on your new vision! It's weird how I write a lot about cryo vision lmao I'm really hoping this isnt just a jumble mess because I'm still really fucking sick lmao I just couldn't resist writing something that involved our favorite harbinger, even if he barely made an appearance asdhfk

[hollyhomburg]

Color me pretty

(Bts Little space au)

Summary: When it came to the littles, the caregivers knew there was no better activity than coloring. 

Tags: SFW, implied bts x reader, pure fluff, little space, little! kookie, Little! m/c, Caregivers! bts, 

W/c: 1.5k

A/n: If you don’t like this kind of content please just skip over it and pay it no mind! this is very sweet and fluffy. this can be read alone, but i did use the characters from my other little space ask au titled ‘the peanut butter to my jelly’ it’s linked at the end of the fic!  i wrote this drabble in one sitting! 

- On the nights that Koo and the m/c are non-verbal but still feeling energetic enough to need stimulation the caregivers have a special little ritual that they like to do. 

- it’s something tucked away, always ready to have on hand when they need it, it never fails to calm an overly excited or sugar high little; the blanket made out of a special material that can be washed after it’s doodled on, painted, and made new. 

- On those special days, the caregivers bring around all their ‘messy blankets’ the fort making supplies that no one minds if they get ruined, if koo gets his apple sauce on it or if a sippie mistakenly gets it’s lid taken off. they make a nest in the living room with markers and crayons and they’re allowed to get the blanket as colorful as possible. 

- The blanket is magic in the littles eyes! filled with simple flowers that they can color in as many times as they want! All the laundry fairy (Taehyung) has to do is pop the blanket in the washer and voila! it’s all ready for more coloring! no more marker marks. 

- I just picture her and Koo stretched out on it with half of their stuffed animals for “moral support” while cartoons play in the background coloring to their hearts content. Koo gets a little younger in his headspace sometimes than the m/c though they’re pretty equal in general.

- Eventually koo just gets so small that he forgoes coloring all together, instead busying himself with sucking on the end of a marker. while the m/c just giggles with her tongue hanging out, swinging her feet, the picture of adorable concentration as she struggles to keep her pink marker inside the lines.

- Occasionally one of the caregivers will come in to check on them. And they’d come pet over their heads and koo and the m/c just excitedly gesture to the mess they’ve made! their brains too cottony to make many words other than “flower! made’ pink!!!” koo in his little sing song voice going “flower flower flower~” 

- And whichever caregiver who is on “baby duty” will praise them, today it’s yoongi who takes a second to sit, each of the littles tucked under an arm. yoongi leaning in close and tracing his finger along their pretty lines. “you guys got so far today! almost all of them are filled!” he loves how puffed up both of your chests get at the praise. 

- He can almost tell how far down they were when they first started coloring. on the outside border the flowers are carefully patterned, but the ones just under where you where sitting are full of wilds scribbles. Yoongi reminds himself to take a picture before they wash it, wanting to save a memory of today. 

- “Oh did you make this for us little ones? I bet Joonie’s going to love it you know how much he loves nature! and you even gave each of them little stems.”

- And of course, eventually they find the m/c and koo are asleep in their little puddle of markers. Maybe the m/c has a little bit of purple splotch on her cheek. After they wake them up to put them to bed she whines softly when they clean it off her cheek “oh you poor fussy baby, don’t worry it will only take a second” her cute pout demanding a kiss for every rub.

- Eventually she presses into bed and koo kisses the faintly red spot on her face. his kiss a little wet and open mouthed but so innocent it makes the caregivers bookending them on either side coo. it’s as much of a sorry as koo can articulate right now. his mind feels like marshmellows and stuffed animals, like a too squeezed juice pouch and an empty packet of fruit snacks. totally devoid of big scary thoughts. 

- The caregivers are glad they made the decision to throw out all and every permanent marker in the house after the last little incident when Koo decided that people were a viable canvas. I think their whole house would be full of little doodles from the two littles. When they get big they always blush and say that they don’t need to pin them to every available surface. But the caregivers just shush them because they honestly love their drawings. 

-To the caregivers, their collection of drawings is a representation of the love they have for their two youngest. A mark of a healthy relationship- that they can give love in a way that matters to the two of them. Maybe jimin gets a tattoo of one of their flowers, a little purple one for koo and a pink one for the m/c on his hip at once point. 

- Maybe one day the m/c has what they affectionately call a ‘tiny day’ where she’s small and can’t seem to snap out of it. she tries valiantly, but after that catch her pouting down at her coffee and staring wistfully at her stuffy on the bed they tell her it’s okay. she can be small today and they’ll handle all of the big thoughts. 

- Of course they can’t stay home because they have a track due soon, and alas they are adults, so certain things have to be accounted for. There have been many times that the m/c has had to pretend to be at least a little big in public, luckily for the caregivers their littles are always remarkably well behaved. 

- They treat it as a game, today, bunny is a secret agent and cannot be discovered by anyone, sent to protect the princess. Nothing can happen to her as long as bunny’s there. But no one can see bunny- or else his powers are nullified. It does the trick. They love to see her nodd seriously when Tae weaves the story for her. it makes their heart hurt when they catch her talking to the bunny. “i gots you.” it makes it so hard to seperate from her for the day. 

- Seokjin packs up a day bag and gets her in the comfiest clothes possible and she spends the whole day quietly coloring in the corner of Joonie’s studio with her favorite bunny stuffie in her lap. She’s always careful to tuck him under her blanket and hide him whenever someone comes knocking, pretending to tap away on Namjoon’s tablet, but luckily no one pays her much mind, used to her presence. 

- When the noise and the stimulation gets too much for her namjoon puts her in a pair of noise canceling headphones that play soft nature sounds and pretty soon when he turns around to check on her he finds she’s nodded off in his couch. And he gets up to fix the blanket around her before he goes back to work for a few more hours. 

- She’s still asleep when the others finish up and decide to pry joonie away from work (a feat in itself) and when the others softly knock at the door she gets up, all bleary-eyed and honestly half-asleep rubbing at her eyes with a closed fist. almost tripping in happiness when she sees jungkook. hitting into his chest with a little ooof, almost tripping to get out of her blanket. So excited to see him- her favorite playmate “Koo play now!? koo get tiny!!!??” 

- Already the stress is weighing on Jungkook’s shoulders, his eyes getting all misty when he sees her bunny and the blanket and just wants to regress so bad. He starts to help her clean up the day bag but seokjin and Namjoon ease him away from it.

-  “You’ve got to watch her for us Kookie, can you do that? can you be a good boy?” by now they know how to softly nudge Jungkook into his headspace and it does the trick, lets him have a task before he can truly let go. they end up giggling softly with their foreheads pressed up against each other, telling stupid little jokes that are no doubt from jin and playing with each others hands. 

- On the ride Home, they both hold onto one of bunnies ears in the backseat of their car. Their heads loling by the time they pull into their safe underground parking garage ready for some snuggles and probably a nice relaxing bath for kookie because he hates feeling sweaty from practice when he’s little. He Just wants to sit and play with some bubbles and bath toys while someone runs shampoo through his hair, the soft-smelling kind that's meant for babies.

- Inevitably Koo always looks up from his bubble bath and points at himself and says “baby?” Hobi nods sagely while smoothing his hair into a goofy mohawk, “baby” he agrees.  

- But that’s not exactly true- the better term would be ‘their babies’

~Fin~ 

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[bluesora]

celebrating mother’s day with you

tsukishima kei ; sugawara kōshi ; oikawa torū ; kita shinsuke

headcanon ; fluff ; age up ; snippets of cuteness ; parenthood ; special edition — mother’s day

note: i’m not sure if i portrayed each characterization well but i just thought it’ll be fun to write one. after all, i was blessed to be born with loving parents and i just wanted to share the love i’m grateful for.

tagging: @forgetou @amjustagirl @yacoka @haikyuutothetop @luvnami ;; thank you for dropping these characters as i couldn’t decide who to write for. (of course it was more exciting without context)

ps. it’s longer than expected i’m sorry :’)

tsukishima kei

tsukishima isn’t one who would remember special occasions unless someone had schedule a plan in advance with him. when he wondered if he should do anything for you after hearing his colleagues whispering during break, his work got busier than usual so he had forgotten about it.

that was, until he realized he had ten missed calls from his son; which was odd because he weren’t one to call him so often.

“i was in a meeting, what hap—” before tsukishima could finish his sentence, his son interrupted him, “i bought mom’s favorite cake since you’re slow. hurry home or there’s none left for you,” the line was cut right after; which of course left poor tsukishima’s partner to deal with the aftermath. “tsukishima-san, about the report—”

“it must be so urgent that it needs my immediate attention even when i’m packing up right?” his words dripped of pure sarcasm despite the polite smile hanging from his lips. everyone could literally see the panic swirling in his partner’s pupil.

“i’m sorry!! good work today and see you tomorrow!!” it’s the weekend tomorrow, but tsukishima was too hung up on his son’s attitude to shoot another of his sarcastic reply.

you, on the other hand, were neither someone who would celebrate such occasion unless it was for birthdays or holidays. therefore, you didn’t really had anything in mind nor were you expecting anything as well.

when you finally reached home from a tiring day at work, you were definitely not expecting to see your favorite cake on the table while your son popped a party popper with a party horn in his mouth right beside you.

“happy mother’s day!” he tried to mumble out with the horn still in his mouth. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpected surprise, dropping your bag on the counter just so you could hug him—one that he wholeheartedly hugged you back because tsukishima wasn’t around.

it took an hour for tsukishima to be home, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand when he walked over to where you and the cheeky lad was sitting. “oh! you didn’t have to though,” you smiled in surprise.

“dad’s just guilty he forgot about our promise and didn’t want to come home empty handed.” you chuckled at that, perhaps it wasn’t entirely wrong either but you still appreciate the sentiment. it was rare for him after all.

“those who break promises don’t get desserts.” he continued to press his dad’s buttons, only to see tsukishima loosened his tie with an expression he could not understand.

“oh, but that’s on your mom to decide if i’ll get one tonight or not.” you could feel your face heating up at your husband’s words, the tone and smile that dawned on his face was a look you knew oh so well.

“tch...i thought i hid it well.” of course, your clueless son didn’t know the true meaning of those words and thought the strawberry shortcake he bought for his dad was found out.

sugawara kōshi

sugawara would definitely plan in advance with the children. especially when they were the ones who excitedly wanted to do something for you.

“mama like animals! lets go to the zoo!” the middle child exclaimed with so much enthusiasm, sugawara could only chuckle at her adorable smile.

“you only said that because you wanted to go to the zoo, dummy.” the eldest one huffed, feeling proud that he saw through her obvious tactic.

it didn’t take long for the two to start crawling over each other in a fight while the youngest one giggled amusingly as if she was watching a performance. that was, until an insult was thrown at her so she joined in the fight to prove her worth.

“if you don’t stop now, we’ll be celebrating at home like how we did the past two years.” that immediately ceased all action, since they haven’t had the chance to go out together as a whole family thanks to your busy schedule.

“how about the park? the cherry blossoms have bloomed and mama likes going to the park!” of course, sugawara was fond of this idea. it’s been a while since there was a family picnic session.

and so on that very day in which you finally managed to take a day off, you weren’t expecting to be blind folded while having your children guide you to wherever you were supposed to be.

knowing how clumsy the trio could be, he wanted to accompany them as well but was outright rejected when they said they could do it themselves with so much confidence, he wasn’t sure who they got it from.

with their tiny hands, it took a while for them to tie the piece of cloth around your eyes, and even when they did, it wasn’t tied well enough so you could actually still see your footing (which saved you immensely from all the accidental knocks along the way)

after what felt like forever, you finally reached the park where they shouted ‘happy mother’s day’ in unison. you kind of already knew it’ll be a picnic from the soft grass beneath your feet and those fallen pink petals, but you were still moved to tears when you saw your children squeezed together into your husband’s arms while cute decoration and plates of food were spread between you and them.

“mama, try the cookie first! i made them myself!” the middle one was the first to break the silence.

“no! try my sandwich first, i’m the eldest!”

“so what if you’re the eldest? mama must be thirsty from walking so have my ultimate happy berry juice!” the youngest chirped with pride, as if her logic was a straight pass to winning.

you laughed at their competitive nature, which was oh so endearing at the same time. and it was obvious if you don’t decide soon, an all out food war was going to happen.

“before that, shouldn’t mama receive papa’s present first?” sugawara’s cheerful voice interrupted their little argument, and just before the youngest could ask what it was, her eyes was covered by the eldest son along with the middle one.

you couldn’t help but hit his arm in embarrassment when his lips met yours longer than it should’ve been.

“hey! that’s not fair, i didn’t get to see papa’s present,” your middle one sulked, only to be carried into sugawara’s arms as he peck her little cheek with a wink. “why don’t you ask mama what it was, baby?”

oikawa torū

it was supposed to be a big surprise where he came home earlier than the date he had told you. he even told the kids about it and they promised to make it a success (money was definitely involved to be honest)

“make sure you delay mummy at the grocery store long enough for me to set everything up in time.” he reminded his daughter time and time again, only to have her sigh at his impatience.

“i think i’m old enough to not forget something so simple dad. and please stop addressing mom like that, it’s creepy.” she cringed, wondering how you even deal with oikawa every day.

“dad, have you even baked a cake before? do you think you can get it done within an hour or maybe two?” his son asked the third time that day, which did irk oikawa with that tone of his.

“of course i can! are you looking down on me? it’s just a simple vanilla cake and some fruits on top. how hard can it be?”

of course, with every rhetorical question that pose a challenge, there would always be an answer exactly of what’s to be expected.

you, with no idea that your husband was making a mess of your kitchen, took your own sweet time at the grocery store since your daughter was there to help and it’s been a while since you had a mother and daughter bonding time.

“do you think your dad would like to have curry tomorrow? or should we just have hamburger steak?” you asked, still unsure of the menu for a celebratory dinner.

“i think he would like anything you cook, so don’t worry about it. dad’s always so happy to eat your homemade meals.” she answered with shrug, but you could tell she was happy to rely the same sentiment.

everything went smoothly and she did managed to stall your time with her longer than the agreed duration. that was, until she received a text from her brother saying dad’s cake was a failure and they should just get one outside; you two were already at the apartment lift when she read it.

“dad, i think you should just give up. they are already walking over from the—” oikawa having enough of his son’s constant nagging about how he should’ve just bought a cake instead, threw a whiff of flour to his son’s face without thinking.

and of course, which kid would not retaliate from that. the kitchen, which originally wasn’t as messy, turned into chaos of white fluff and sticky childish banter between the two.

you, not expecting to see your husband, was clearly surprise when you heard his voice by the door. the only excitement that came from that vanished the moment your eyes fell onto the state of your kitchen.

“happy mother’s day?” oikawa managed to choke out when he felt your growing presence with each step towards him.

“i’m sorry mom, it was my fault please don’t kill dad—” your son pleaded softly by the side, only to fell speechless when you threw yourself into oikawa’s arms instead.

“welcome home,” you greeted with so much warmth, oikawa couldn’t help but embraced you tightly as he replied, “i’m home.”

“mom? you’re not mad?” your daughter asked in disbelief when she brought the groceries – including the ones you dropped – over to the kitchen.

“mad? why would i be when you dad’s sleeping in the kitchen tonight.” you were so serious and certain, the two broke into fits of laughter as they ran from their father (which was fertile because they got caught immediately and was tickled to tears)

“why are you laughing when you two are having a sleepover with daddy tonight.”

“please dad, just stop.”

kita shinsuke

there was no surprises because kita’s way of celebrating was just regular activities but doing it together. which was honestly, what you love to do most since you don’t always get the chance of spending weekdays with your family often.

from preparing meals to visiting town, usually it would be done by kita himself. however, this time because of the special occasion, you took time off to accompany your husband while bringing your little ones along with you.

“mama here’s the carrot,” your little girl placed the orange vegetable on the chopping board before humming a tune while the other twin helped kita with picking the ends of the beansprouts.

“papa are we going to town later?” she beamed excitedly, hands still working on the tiny vegetable while her legs swung to the rhythm of her twin sister’s melody.

“yes, we are. do you have a place you want to visit?” he was done with his side so he continued onto the pile his daughter was removing.

“yes! we want to go to onigiri miya!” they both said at the same time, giggling right after when their father looked surprise.

“all right, let’s go after our lunch.” and everything went along smoothly with the little twins setting the table together while you and kita took turns to cook up the dishes. lunch was pleasant despite minimal words being exchanged since the twins were taught to not talk with their mouth full (and their mouth are always stuffed full)

while you and kita held hands with the twins walking hand in hand by themselves in front, the feeling of nostalgia seemed to tickle your bones at the memory of how you used to take long strolls with kita during your younger days.

“what’s wrong?” kita tugged your hand gently which snapped you back to reality when you realized you all have reached the store.

“nothing...i’m just grateful to be your wife and mother of two beautiful angels.” your smile had him press a fluttering kiss to your temple as he softly replied, “me too.”

“i see yer two are still as lovey-dovey as ever captain.” atsumu popped his head out from the entrance, both twins sitting comfortably on his arms as he carried them as if they were feathers.

“i’m not your captain anymore atsumu, but i see they both seemed to like you.” kita smiled at his two lovely dolls, one that atsumu have never seen much of because of his busy schedule.

“of course, who do you think i am? the better—” but before atsumu could even finish his flex, the two snapped their head over at the appearance of osamu in his apron. their hands immediately reaching out for the man to hug.

“uncle osamu!!” they squealed happily, trying their best to squirm out of atsumu’s grip.

“i guess not huh ‘tsumu,” osamu smirked at the annoyed twin, patting his hands dry before prying the little twins from his brother’s vice grip. of course, they both would fight over the kid’s affection. who wouldn’t right?

you watched the pair of twins in amusement with your head against kita’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your delicate frame. this too will be yet another moment kita would not forget, for he felt blissful to be their father and your husband.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey i don't know if this is the right place to ask, but... I'm looking for some serie or long Sterek fics about either MPREG or baby acquisition, because all that i find are like super short i really want to read a serie about them and baby's!! thank you so much!! ♥

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Anonymous said:

hii do u have any recs where stiles or derek find a baby on their porchand raise it or something like that? <3

Yeah! And we have a tag.

Once Again, In a Little While by adeepeningdig

(1/1 I 4,148 I General)

Parrish is holding the infant like a fullback carrying the football, tight and close to his body, as if he’s afraid someone’s going to strip it away from him at any moment.

“Sir,” he whispers, “this baby is running hot.”

“So call the paramedics, get Sally on the line. For heaven’s sake, Parrish, this baby needs a hospital, not the sheriff” The baby is hot to the touch but his pale eyes, when they blink open, are clear and he’s not flushed like a feverish infant would be.

“No,” Parrish hisses, “I mean this baby is running hot. I don’t think he’s human.”

John looks at the priest, still standing in the aisle, hunched in concern. He looks at the baby in his duck onesie and little yellow hat.

“Oh, fuck,” he says.

Special Delivery (subway edition) by Fiannly

(1/1 I 7,630 I Not Rated)

“You’re what?” Stiles yells.

Derek jerks the phone away from his ear and waits a few beats before putting it back. “I’m adopting the baby I found on the subway last month,” he repeats.

The One Where They Adopt a Selkie by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 7,737 I Teen)

"That's a kid," Stiles said.

Derek growled. "It's a selkie."

"It's a selkie kid," Stiles pointed out, because really, they did not need to be arguing semantics right now. "Do selkies just go around leaving their kids sleeping in caves on the beach?"

Everything With You by ElStark

(1/1 I 9,239 I Explicit)

“What’s going on?” Derek asked.

Scott shook his head, “You need to see.”

“Would you stop with the fucking mystery and just tell us already?” Stiles snapped at him.

“We found a baby,” Scott relented, starting to half jog towards the opposite line of trees they had been standing in front of.

Stiles looked at Derek and found him frowning deeply. He reached for his hand and squeezed, Derek looked at him and gave him a small smile, lacing his fingers with Stiles’.

Scott took them to the big tree in the middle of the forest that had a hollow bark, except this time when they looked inside, it wasn’t really hollow. A little girl, maybe four or five years old, was sitting in there all curled up in herself, her arms hugging her knees tightly.

"what are you harping on about?" by Sa_kun

(1/1 I 13,295 I Teen)

They find the baby under a butterfly bush, a sweet smelling buddleja with purple flowers and narrow, green leaves. The baby is dirty, wet and hungry, wrapped in a fur blanket, and this close its squalling is loud enough to wake the dead.

-- Or the one where Stiles' mom was a harpy and passed certain genes along.

omnis cellula e cellula by twnkwlf

(3/3 I 15,296 I Explicit)

“You put the diaper on backwards,” Derek says.

When the Tables are Turned by BeniMaiko

(5/5 I 16,950 I Explicit)

Derek has to deal with a newly bitten Stiles.

What to expect when you aren't expecting by MemeKon

(1/1 I 16,921 I Teen)

The baby's wailing is piercing, Stiles doesn't know how Derek can stand it. He tries shushing her and cooing at her and bouncing her a little, but the crying only gets louder, and in addition to hurting his ears, it's hurting his soul.

“Stiles,” Derek interrupts him mid-croon, eyebrows meeting over the bridge of his nose, “have you fed her since you found her?”

Stiles gapes and looks down at the baby's distressed face as she bawls.

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

(1/1 I 43,656 I Mature)

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

Bundle of Accidental Joy by tearsandholdme

(16/? I 51,471 I Mature)

Stiles is just trying to live a simple life. Have a job, pay his rent, and survive enough to eat his next meal. But then he's fired from his job, watches a mother abandon her baby, tries to stop her and picks the baby up, and now everyone thinks the baby is his. Even his very handsome and moody boss, Derek Hale, who forces the responsibility onto him at the cost of keeping his job or else.

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter

(15/15 I 51,937 I Mature)

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.