#like what is the real reason u see them as just friends hmmm

[lurkingshan]

BL/QL Ask game : The Ugly, the Bad and the Worst

Tagged by @clara-maybe-ontheroad to start some trouble. There are a lot of these, so I'm mostly going to do quick hits and maybe expand on a few that really get me going.

The categories are:

Worst soundtrack / weirdest song choice in a BL

It would be easier to list the BL soundtracks that are not horrible (offense intended).

Most cringe-inducing line (cute)/Most cringe-inducing line (actually bad)

I'm so bad at remembering specific lines of dialogue unless I think they're beautiful/heart-wrenching, so I got nothing.

Most stupid decision made by a character

In a BL?? Baby, I do not have all day.

Worst plot line

Hmmm I'm gonna give in to recency bias and say faking amnesia to get your fiancé to love you again after you iced him out and denied him sex for four years because of your tiger attack-related PTSD (no I am not making that up, never change actually Naughty Babe).

The most problematic show you've watched

Problematic is in the eye of the beholder, so honestly who can say.

A show people love but you find bad

LOLOLOL. There are. So many. Probably the one with the wildest fandom fervor :: Shan personal enjoyment ratio is KinnPorsche.

A show people find bad but you will defend

Theory of Love and y'all stay wrong about this. It is easily one of the best early Thai bls and the writing, character development, and narrative structure are all excellent, but people hate slutty characters so they can't deal with it.

A show that is just objectively bad but you enjoyed it/were horny/because of that one character

Why r u? What can I say, I'm a Fighter/Tutor girlie.

A bad show that you kept watching because you were intrigued/fascinated

Hmmm I usually just drop it if I'm truly not having fun. I guess you could count me finishing Minato's Laundromat 2 despite knowing any hope for it was over at the end of episode 9. I just needed to see how mad I was going to be in the end (pretty damn mad).

A bad show that you would still recommend

There is too much BL nowadays to be trifling with the bad shit.

The character that ruined a show the most/most awful character that you hated

PLERN PLENG (Together With Me). cc: @bengiyo the co-president of the Plern Pleng antis.

Most awful character that you loved

Boston, a beautiful chaos demon (Only Friends).

A character that wasn't awful but that you just don't like

Anyone played by Podd or Jimmy (it's their faces I can't stand them sorry to those men).

A hero that should have been a villain

This is an interesting one! I’m not sure this counts, but I’ll just say I did not love the way The Untamed white washed Wei Wuxian and removed his culpability for all his worst choices (I recognize this was largely due to censorship). I much prefer the more morally complex and deeply flawed version of him we got in MDZS.

A morally bad character you're into/you're not into and you wish people would stop being into

I don't believe in holding fictional characters to real life moral standards. Bad behavior makes for good stories.

The show that disappointed you the most

Let me take this opportunity to drag Plus & Minus again, a show that had all the right ingredients to be a top tier friends to lovers narrative and absolutely blew it to do some beyond clichéd noble idiocy and breakup bs that violated character and undercut the relationship to such a degree that I can never rewatch or enjoy anything about it again.

The Worst Show of Them All Because of Your Own Reasons

Hmm I do not have one. It's rare for me to not be able to find something of value in any media I consume.

Tagging @chickenstrangers @sorry-bonebag @kayatoasted @blmpff @twig-tea in case you want to play!

#tag game #bl ask game

[spotsupstuff]

What do you think about the RW ships? just curious is all.

hmmm.. well! first i do wanna preface this with the obligatory "i'm not hating on anybody with this, u do u and i do me is my genuine philosophy. i'll respect u from the distance if you do the same for me"

aight so i'm not gon list every ship in the fandom that has spawned in outta the stardust n give my specific opinion on it, cuz i'm not exactly keepin up

the only two ships i don't mind n find cute on the paper are NSH x Moon and Arti x Gour cuz both of them have that Old People Love Each Other in Easy Peace Despite The Circumstances Surrounding Them kick to them. i'm a weak bitch for that type of troupe for romantic relationships. not gon do anythin with 'em in my own stuff, though

i find myself more interested in the entirely and wholly platonic interpretation of everything in the game. platonic love is a matter of course, makin the story flow feel more smoother to me for that while also stayin nicely close to that religious narrative of the game (u can fight me on this but the Ancients' religion isn't *wrong*. the bad thing that happened with it is that it was taken to extremes and variety wasn't allowed. i could tell you why riddin oneself of the third and fifth sin isn't a bad idea at all- afterall, i kind of live by that myself!- and what they probably meant by riddin yourself of the sins without the extremist approach)

for the other ships... 🤔

well, the iterators are far too rooted in my head as sibs to vibe with ships with them, but more properly told: • Suns and Pebs are too much of "teacher and naive student" to me and i also find this dynamic more interesting to explore. uuuuu how spicy it is to think of Suns brainwashing Pebs but meaning it well uuuuuuuuuu • Suns and NSH are... let's just say that if i was in NSH's place and Suns talked to me like that i'd slap them so fuckin hard n if i WAS in a romantic relationship with them i'd dump them then and there (not in a bitchy ex kind of way, i'd be still down to talk, but i can't imagine bein in a relationship where the other half calls the most likely inevitable death of your closest friend a "setback" to their brainwashing of that friend's little brother would be Very healthy) • n i think what is the only other iterator ship left, Sliver and Moon... i find it kind of silly, honestly? like as far as *i* know the main reason why that exists is cuz Moon remembers what happened with Sliver after being given her own pearl about some notes she wrote herself on Sliver despite being baround three gazillion bagillion braincells short. i don't really see that as a strong incentive to start shippin 'em cuz like. you give Moon a very solid memory jogger and right in her second set of monologue she states that Sliver is literally a legend among the itties-titties. the best i can compare it to a real life thing is asking an american if they have any idea who Abraham Lincoln was at all. or asking a slovak if they knew who Finally managed to solidly establish our language after centuries of oppression. like of Course you're going to know That even on ur deathbed??? those are incredibly important historical figures for you n your home!!! also c'mon she remembers the feckin bug pupae, if THAT stuck in there this big boy info is def gon be kickin around

as for the slugcats... well ehh..... you can probably guess from what i mainly draw that i'm not Too focused on the slugs, only maybe Hunter so my slugshippin lore knowledge is p weak. when i first saw the slugshippin take off before i started postin bout RW again i thought it was silly to ship animals n still kinda do? 🤷‍♀️ doesn't help that canonically they have no business meeting each other except Monk n Surv (that is a strong No to shippin) and Hunter's writhing corpse n Gour (we are Not ducks we do not support necrophilia). i generally like to stick to the timeline, personally. good world-building. i respect good world-building too much to deviate too hard

BUT! i am going to use my status as pre-Downpour RW veteran and tell you to not listen to the whiny wrinkly babies in the tag that wail about how slugshippin is ruining the fandom. fuck 'em bitches, you do what u wanna (within moral common sense)

#Spot says stuff #rw #sorry you probably didn't want me goin on a spiel about RW shipping in general but yanno if we are already here #there's also not really much i have to say to the matter in the more specific shippin kind of sense

[blue-jisungs]

hi i saw you wanted some moots games the other day :))

so how about your moots as romantic tropes? unless you've already done something like that then maybe au tropes?

love ya and take care! 🩵

WAAAH THABK U!!! i didn’t do neither of them so i’ll mix them both bc why not (and bc it will make my suffering less miserable bc THE CHOICES) LOVE U TOO!!!! also sorry it took so long 💔

@l3visbby ola you’d be the older student that everyone looks up to and has a crush on 🤭 like uni au, bumping into u on the hallway and just love at first sight ☝️

@slytherinshua classmates to lovers. like again, school au lol but imagine zanna helping you out with math or english, tutoring and you can’t help but stare in awe <\\3

@enluv summer holiday love but with a happy ending. just meeting coco on a beach n instantly clicking!! spending your summer together and exchanging numbers bc you’d be an idiot to lose contact with coco!!!! (it may or may not be inspired by the previous game i did but shhh)

@mirxzii roxie… the cute cashier at a bakery. not only the baked goods r sweet but so is roxie, and you can’t help but always come back to the bakery even if it’s totally not on your way home… and in the end roxie notices, slipping her phone numer into one of the bags with your order teehee

@fairyhaos hmmm… maybe flower shop au? steeping by the shop bc you heard it just opened and you find yourself more interested in yena, the florist, than the actual flowers 🫣

@planetkiimchi childhood friends to lovers!!! growing up w kimchi you don’t realise you’re head over heels for her but then when you realise there’s a potential threat (a guy flirting?!)… you come to a conclusion that the funnt feeling in your stomach each time u hung out with kimchi was BUTTERFLIES!!!

@etherealyoungk guard x royalty (?). skye the only heir and princess is perfect inside and out: smart, caring, kind and beautiful. so as her guard you can’t help but fall for her little by little until you find yourself completely in love (who wouldn’t tho)

@wheeboo academic rivals to lovers. LMAO but like imagine rania as your rival id cry. but you’re so competitive, bickering all the time and when you fail one time you realise that rania’s smile is waaaay better than all those prizes you’ve won so far 🫣

@wqnwoos cold, distant boss x newbie intern!! hana is the boss (hehe), a little bit scary… but as an intern you have to do your best!! little do you know that the reason of why you have so so much job lately is because your boss wants you to be around for longer hehe 🤭

@malarign a bit angsty but amnesia. you wake up one day, not knowing a thing and just seeing joo in front of you. who the heck is that?! oh, you lost your memory…? but worry not, joo - your partner helps you recover the memories patiently. with love and kindness, step by step, your memories come flooding back and you realise that no matter what you’ll fall for joo again and again

@icyminghao fake dating 😳 imagine dating the coolest n prettiest person ever, noelle… but sadly it’s not a real relationship. you both do this to bring your real crushes’ attention to you… but well, in the end… why do you feel so happy and giggly all the time when you’re with noelle? your ‘real’ crush doesn’t make you feel like this…

@ylliris-hanniehae hero x nurse trope?! ylli is the best friend you have and you can’t help but always come back to her if you get injured in a fight. ylli scolding you but in the same time treating your wounds gently makes u realise you’re in love !!

@txt-yaomi gasp. forbidden love. royalty au maybe? you’re both from diff, enemy families and you can’t be together… but how could you resist the feeling?! sof is the prettiest princess you’ve ever seen and you’re expected not to fall for her?! well for now it’s a secret, meeting and hanging out at midnight from all the curious gazes

#axe’s fun corner

[ev1llesb1an]

Documentation of my comphet throughout the years 🧍‍♀️

Okay so I thought it’d be funny to talk abt my most intense male fixation eras as a lesbian (idk i’m just shitposting into the void again) judge me all u want (it is probably needed) but i need ppl to understand the real me 🙏

IT CROPPED HALF HIS FACE OUT but i just realised if you aren’t british ur gonna have no idea who he is anyone (he’s lachlan white from emmerdale) omg this was an ERA everyone around me thought i was going insane (i was) but like they just didn’t get it he slayed so hard at a level that will never be reached (literally) also tom atkinson on sex education was like a full circle moment for me omg but anyways i was like 11-12 here these were literally my formative years this changed me FOREVER don’t judge he slayed omg

THIS okay so u can’t even blame me for this one it’s just correct. yes he’s like walking masculinity stereotype BUT he also had depth and was interesting 😌 the fanfics were SO GOOD this is when i really got into fanfiction and accidentally read smut where someone get pregnant in the hunger games 🧍‍♀️i read this one fic that was like x reader AND THEY STRAIGHT UP BOTH DIED but anyways. i read fanfics abt literally everyone thg character (read abt women and convinced myself i was still straight lmfao) but he was the stand out for me. i recently revisited this era and the fics ppl write on ao3 r INSANE omg like what is wrong with u ppl ( i say this lovingly but also wtf )

OMGOMGOMG BEST ERA OF MY LIFE u actually don’t understand u just had to be there. a solid percentage of my brain even to this day is made up of this man. this is like the stupidest thing ever but when i was like 14 i would just mirror his personality (and tone down the arsehole part obvs) so that i could get more talkative AND IT ACTUALLY WORKED nobody in the whole world will ever understand how much he means to me (i don’t rly understand it myself tbh) and ik ppl literally fuckinf despise him but i will not tolerate the dandy mott slander bc he is literally part of my core identity atp i revisit him every few months just to fully reconnect with my inner being. did anyone read Companion? that shit was crazy also i wrote a fic abt him on wattpad and people actually READ IT so anyways best era of my life it truly never got better i rly hit me peak (i had 0 friends) the few friends i had literally told me i talked abt him too much and it made them like me less 💀

this was arguably my most chill era like yea i was pretty obsessive but with marvel it’s so normalised to be so intense abt everything i kinda just fit right in. there’s too much professor fanfiction r u ppl okay 🧍‍♀️ also more actor fanfiction than i have ever seen for any other man in my LIFE but the capitalism went hard during this era the fluff was so good. arguably my most comforting era? idk i can’t rly explain that one

okay so these two r kinda completely different but also (for obvious reasons) the exact same. gotham was my most openly gay era and for that i will forever be grateful HOWEVER the kristen kringle haters were doing WAY TOO MUCH like she’s already dead why u doing her like that constantly (u will see this sentiment echoed later abt someone else hmmm i wonder who) but yea and then YES i was a paul dano lesbian (literally wasn’t out as lesbian at this point lmao) honestly this is probably the era my friends hated the most they would either awkwardly pretend to agree/care abt the shit i was saying or straight up tell me i was delusional 💀 my friends even now still call it my worst era but i LOVED IT kinda solidified my position at the bottom of the hellish secondary school hierarchy but i still had a good time. the paul dani riddler fanfics r next level tho the way ppl would just post STALKER fics constantly with like zero warnings and it was never labelled as yandere 🧍‍♀️i also got in an argument with a writer on wattpad bc they made the riddler and the oc have like a 6 year age gap and they met when she was 10 and he was like 16 💀 other than that good vibes all round

tbh this era was pretty brief i can’t fully explain what happened here like the vibes were immaculate but also insane WHY IS THERE SM YANDERE FANFIC peter parker is so nice but then in fanfics it’s like 👹 but i rly like spider-man HOWEVER this then led me to my final destination on the comphet journey…

omg were finally at the final stop the peak of comphet ( i came out as lesbian within this era ) arguably not my finest hour bc i swore i would never watch criminal minds bc the number of seasons is WAY TOO MUCH but here we are i watched it bc i read too much fanfic abt this man. i have lots of criticism for the fandom but he in himself is acc a rly good character. this was supposed to be like my ethical era but he’s acc killed like a bunch of ppl and thomas gibson is MESSY (don’t cancel me pls i say that lovingly 🫶) the haley hotchner misogyny nearly killed me off i don’t think i’ve ever been so miserable in a fandom and the fanfics kinda take feminism back a few hundred years but pretty good besides that

anyways there is my brainrot i hope the two (at most) ppl who will read this enjoyed 🫶 LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO im gonna say i posted this in honour of international lesbian day even tho that was several days ago

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #dandy mott #american horror story #marvel #loki laufeyson #loki #spider man #the hunger games #emmerdale #the batman #dc #paul dano #the riddler

[oflights]

Do you have minor ships in Drarry fics that you like/dont like? Cause I have really weird opinions where I really love some background ships (Hermione/Ron, Harry/Charlie, Ginny/Pansy), dont like others for no good reason (Luna/Ginny, Neville/Harry), and others only if they fit ~my perculiar criteria (Harry/Ginny only as teens/young adults not older, Draco/women only in an arranged marriage cause my Draco is GaY) :D

hi! hmmm, i don't know if i have ones i really dislike that much. i guess one that bothers me is like harry/draco blaise/ron pansy/hermione all at once, or that sort of thing? i like (what my head thinks is) a more realistic view of how friend groups tend to mix. i will always have a soft spot for ron/pansy tho.

and i've said before that even though i ship ron/hermione i do think they'd have a bumpy ride/break up/maybe sometimes it doesn't always work out. i don't like when they're just the boring stable straight couple (even though i think ron is straight, in my heart) popping out babies in the background of harry's mess (my acceptance of epilogue compliance starts and end with scorpius' name, everything else goes in the trash) i like them to have some drama of their own!

i am famously okay with harry and draco with other people in fics, haha, and most of those ships work for me as long as the other partner isn't demonized. harry/ginny and draco/astoria are both cool with me but u have to be nice to them. i also don't mind the arranged marriage stuff BUT i don't always headcanon draco as gay, read/write him as bi sometimes, and probably prefer draco/astoria to be a real relationship. sorry to disagree!!

this is getting wordy so

i think my brain does this weird calculus for that where i actually don't see harry/ginny working out as a real adult couple outside of nostalgic adolescent feelings/idyllic teen sweethearts (which is hilariously ironic, since my husband is my older brother's best friend who i met in high school...) but draco/astoria would have connected post-canon as adults or near adults, when draco has grown up and reflected and redeemed himself a bit. so that works out better to me in my mind, like astoria set up not as a remnant of his old pureblood life that he has to endure but as someone who helps him change for the better and is a part of that growth, because she's going through a similar change. even when they get married, i like when they kind of feel like they're tricking their parents about it lol. like yes we're married but we're not going to be like you! love breaking generational trauma patterns.

i know this is kind of a hot take and rarely see people agree with the above lol. my preference for writing harry and draco with other people is to go for OCs because i think people are inevitably going to hate them no matter what, so i might as well make them original. also the idea that you only ever date people you went to school with is so boring to me!! tbh i like both harry and draco to have dated around a bit before they're together.

#asks #anonymous #these are fun on boring work mornings lol

[alligaytorswamp]

hello hellooo as a kaeya and a kaveh enjoyer what do you think about kaeya & kaveh friendship 🎤 me personally i became obsessed with the idea recently idk how it's like they wormed their way into my brain

wait oh my god im so cringe for never ever thinking of that.. HMMM

i feel like they could be wonderful friends 😭😭😭like they are just genuinely respectful, nice and all? lichrally just good vibes!

maybe kaveh could think kaeya is a bit sussy, maybe kaeya made some sort of teasing comment and kaveh reacted in a strong way and i think upon seeing this kaeya would actually acknowledge that there are some topics/comments that should be avoided and that perhaps kaveh just needs a more chill buddy! so they are just nice! even if they somehow don't start out perfectly! i think they both would be very friendly regardless of their first impressions, bc kaveh is just a terribly nice guy and kaeya knows how to mingle <3

and FOR SURE either of them would suggest going drinking and that's where we get The Real Besties moment, like i'm sure they would be both delighted to get a new epic drinking buddy! and they got so much to talk about, starting with just talking about their countries, fav drinks, work, whatever have u, and they are both not into sharing Actual Personal info, which kinda makes them total equals in a way? like even if either attempts asking smth and the other is being vague, they will just Get It???? and when they more friendly (and tipsy lmfao) kaveh can complain about his roommate-hell, and kaeya def would just enjoy the tea, maybe actually (when more tipsy) chime in about some asshole roommate experience (idk maybe like memories of him and diluc being annoying kids u know) .. UGH SO CUTE

overall it's just 2 hot bitches being 2 hot bitches the energy would be unreal and teyvat would fall apart

not to make everything chaeya but-

like whatever au this is but kaveh stayed around long enough to meet childe, and their interaction prolly wasn't too long, but kaeya told him some things and there are Vibes, and also like childe is a fucking 11th harbinger-

basically. kaveh realizes that chaeya aren't really just some dudes who are mildly aware of each other, oh no there is clearly way more to it (with the way they talk/look at each other), maybe one time him and kaeya drink, childe comes around, doesn't stay but pays for their drinks and says something sort of flirty to kaeya

and kaveh is like OMFG IS HE HITTING ON YOU WAIT WHY ARE YOU OK WITH IT ???

and kaeya is just like lmao idk he's like funny 😏

and kaveh judges him. kaveh is the voice of reason who is kind of concerned for his new friend is a lil scared that there is a whole as harbinger buying them drinks like is this normal

kaeya probably thinks this is funny <3

(also here chaeya aren't dating yet, just sorta into each other, and maybe kaeya is a lil in denial and trying to play it off as if he is simply accepting these little affections from childe for funsies and there is nothing to it) (kaveh can tell there is a lot to it, and also he thinks they are both insane)

#screaming crying sobbing dying #this is the most delightful thing i thought about in a while #THANK U ANON #ask adry #anonymous

[sunny6677]

INNOCENCE- A DHMIS AU

PART 1: THE MAIN THREE

(If people like it enough, I might add a part 2 to this)

PERSONALITIES:

Red Guy: Red Guy lives with his two friends in Clay Woods, in his own seperate little cottage just in the middle of their houses. He has a big stash of Jam always, and when its gone, he will always go search for more. If he sees Jam, he will take it, no questions asked. Red Guy does tend to make questionable decisions for any sort of plan he may need, but can be compassionate when he needs to be. He, like the others, seems to hold a rather childlike innocence to him-- as he does not know what some bigger words mean or how to do basic stuff like math or drawing. He tends to be the less emotional one out of the three, and barely does show any emotion at all-- only reacting with emotion when it comes to Jam or something saddening. He is often called 'silly' by his friends, but he never seems to understand why, as he never seems to be trying to be silly. His questionable choices in question are stuff along the lines of chasing after Duck who is clearly afraid of heights and is attached to a kite and just asking him how his day is instead of doing anything, and when Duck flies off, just waving goodbye. And attempting to invade Yellows home once because he bought Jam and he didn't have anymore. Upon this happening, Yellow decided to never buy Jam again.

Yellow: Yellow Guy is the most energetic among the three, more adventurous and eager to go places. He bounces around a lot(literally) and consumes a lot of sugar, usually that being candy or desserts. Duck does attempt to get him to eat something else besides sugar, but it never works out. He tends to break things without meaning to, as he quite literally bounces around to get places. He does apologize for these instances, and does attempt to fix them whenever it happens. He also seems very insistent that he's a "sherrif", despite having no proof of it whatsoever. His friends do question it, but just go along with it for his sake. He does adore his dad, but has no idea where he is.

Duck: Duck is the most anxious among the three, often staying put in his home and worrying about every little thing. He constantly has to be reassured nothing bad is going to happen, and usually has to be accompanied by his friends in order to calm down. He is very soft spoken with his words, and intensely polite. He has a childlike fear of monsters, and of course, this is usually the reason why he rarely gets any sleep at all. For him to sleep, you'd have to reassure him over and over again that nothing bad was going to happen. Among the three, Duck and Red do seem the closest, so Red does manage to calm Duck a lot of the time.

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What is Clay Woods?:

R: "...Its our home."

Y: "Why, it's our home, of course! Why would we have cottages if it wasn't our home, silly? Hohoho!"

D: "U-- Uh, well, it just happens to be a pair of a bunch of trees we decided to live together in.. theres-- there's definitely monsters out there though. [Shudders]."

Do you know who Lesley is?:

R: "No.. I don't believe I do. Are they a new person in the forest?"

Y: "Hmmm.. well, it seems the great Sherrif does not know who this Lesley person is!"

D: "Lesley? No-- no, I don't believe I do, sorry."

Why do you live in Clay Woods?:

R: "...I don't know. But they certainly do have a lot of Jam around here, so it's of no concern to me."

Y: "Hmm-- because we liked it here! And because I can catch a lot of imposters and fakes around here! Huhuhu! They'll all be so scared when I show them what a real sherrif is!"

D: "Un-- unsure why, um.. I think I just live here because they wanted to.

#dhmis #dhmis au #dhmis tv show #red guy #duck guy #yellow guy #au designs

[unstabull]

1. What do you like about Doc Oc?

2. Favorite movie villain of all time?

3. Do you have a favorite kind of tea?

4. Favorite animal?

5. What anime have you been watching recently?

6. What anime would you recommend?

7. Thoughts on Maka Albarn as a character?

lets see lets see for doc I think that actor was cool as the character even tho i didnt read any comics about em, and i just love characters with long arm/leg added limbs! like one of my favorite cartoons invader zim the irkens had legs that come out of their paks too! i just loved howa Doc Oc used his arms for a lotta stuff hehe. woof favorite movie villain thats a hard one hmmm i dont think about it often but i think Professor Ratigan from the great mouse detective hes just so *evil* and also he goes absolutely rabid he was a scary mother fucker lol. I like loose leaf tea blends the most cause they taste better to me but flavor wise i love berry teas like blackberry and blueberry! as for animals i really love all animals i dont know how i could narrow it but im a dog person if that helps lol :3 i havent seen an anime in a while i think the last one i watched waaass.. damn it may have been Monster with my mate @limirror but i didnt get very far OTL short attention span, and woof im bad at recommending animes to be honest i dont have the best taste lol and its been so long i dont have any to give im sorry 🥺

maka the babygurl I really love her, i think shes a great character and i really relate to her, as you have probably deduced i am very hard on myself and Maka suffers from the same problem, she expects everything from herself but very little from others be it her father because hes proven he has little to offer or her friends because she doesnt want to burden them. Shes really the only person who has complete unconditional love for crona, she can see the real villain and thats Cronas mother, she sees right through her and knows with all her heart crona can be and is worth saving. which is a duality for me because my mate @limirror has like most of us been told theyre "too much" and weren't treated well by "friends" but the moment we met i cared about them deeply i could see that they were hurt and misunderstood and i wanted to earn their trust and be their friend. little did i know we would fall in love though u//u blush heh anyway! those are just a few lil reasons i kin her

thank you so much for the asks it means a lot

#asks #answer

[literateleah]

watching a couple of episodes of the wild rn, only halfway thru eps 1 and the guys are.... ok. losing my mind that this guy is named ralph like lord of the flies, but keeps getting renamed like piggy.... feel like he's gonna do some crazy shit later but maybe not. anyway long exposition. wanted to ask if you were a character in the show who would u be??? and then also if u were an additional character in one of the groups, who would u be friends with or trust? only asking silly questions until I finish more eps💆🏾‍♀️

YAYYY ur s2 journey begins. i liked raf from the beginning but i felt like the writers were holding him back a bit from his fullest potential as a boys "protagonist" somewhat like leah for the girls but then... lemme hold my tongue bc you'll get to it.

anyway hmmm if i was an existing character i would probably be martha or rachel who seem like two very opposite characters but i feel i align the most with them in different ways and would probably act and think the same way they do on the island if i was in those circumstances!! i also could see myself following a linh/jeanette route in like a broke grad student way but i know i wouldn't be SO scrappy and ambitious to get caught up in such a dumb experiment so that rules that out

if i as in real life leah was present as a part of the girls group i'd probably align myself with toni and martha (before shelby got her grubby hands all up in their friendship), rachel or leah. i could see myself wanting to reach out because of similarities and shared skills that could benefit the group and i would just find them the coolest/most enjoyable to spend time around i think. i would find nora suspicious asf and also probably be threatened by the fact that she knows so much then leah and i would just go off the leah squared conspiracy deep end together

if for some wretched ungodly reason i was with the guys group i'd probably either be kicking it with bo and scotty or sulking on the beach with raf. i would definitely exhibit black on black crime against ivan and also call seth an incel. what about u, i'm dying to know ur answers to the same questions

edit: i just realized u called him RALPH LMAO

#ask tag #logan tag #the wilds

[freetheworms]

3 and 9 for the writer asks! ~d-andilion

thanks so much lexi !!!

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

oh boy. well, i guess if i had to call something a "writing ritual" it would be making myself insane amounts of coffee, and then putting on a show to watch while i write, which. you guessed it, doesn't work at all, so i end up intermittently pausing the show AND my writing every 5 minutes. do i even need to explain why this is cursed?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

OKAY LISTEN. i didn't used to, okay? like, i wanted to but i was like hmmm probably not. and then. and THEN. let me paint you a picture of the events of 6 years ago, and apologies because this is going to get a bit long:

i was staying at my friend's house, which was built by her dead dad, right? right. so, there's 5 of us there, having a campfire out back: me, my friend, our two other guy friends, and my friend's ex boyfriend from before her dad died. i need you to know that he's a funny guy, but he was NOT a good boyfriend back in high school, and her dad knew this. he was not a fan of ex-bf.

anyway, so it's late, and it's time to come inside from the campfire. i come in first because i'm cold and they're taking forever and i don't want to help them fold up all the chairs. i was an asshole like that i guess, what can i say?

right, okay, so i'm sitting on the couch that lives in her kitchen for reasons i still don't quite understand. the couch has a clear view of the kitchen island AND the back door area though, which is blocked off from the kitchen on the right by a wall that creates a little open mudroom type situation. this is important because you have to understand that the setup means that my friends, who are filing in the back door, can't see the kitchen island past the wall. it also means that wind does not make it around the corner of the mudroom wall and into the kitchen.

well. all my friends make it inside, except ex bf. they're chatting amongst themselves in the mudroom area or whatever, when ex bf finally opens the door. AS he steps inside and before he closes the door, i watch a large pile of mail FLY off the end of the kitchen island furthest from the mudroom, and slam against the cupboards in front of it with an audible "thunk," before falling to the floor.

i'm the only one who's seen this though right, because my friends are useless and are still dilly-dallying in the mudroom. and so i'm just sat there like. okay. OKAY??? but i don't believe in ghosts at this point so i'm thinking naaaaah, nah. physics just broke for a sec and the non-existent wind did a thing. it's so fine. i forget about it.

cut to later, ex-bf is getting picked up by his older sister to go home. she takes a pic of the house to send to him to say "i'm here!"

he looks at the pic. "hahaha wow, there's a weird orb going on outside the house that my sister's freaking out about," he says, jokingly. i'm fine. i'm chillin. orbs happen, its cool. coincidence is super real and is what's happening here.

ex-bf leaves.

eventually, it's time for bed. friend and i are sharing her double bed, guy friends are sleeping haphazardly on her floor, no one is dead, it's fine. we sleep.

then 3:30 am comes around. i wake up for literally no discernible reason, which, whatever. that happens sometimes. i'm about to roll over and go back to sleep when my friend whispers something to me. oh, weird, okay. she's awake too. funny coincidence.

and then guy friends say something from down on the floor. okay.... so we're all awake at the same time for no reason. less normal, but fine. whatever. that could happen.

and then friend's bedroom door, previously all-the-way closed, creaks open. we have no windows open in the house, her cat isn't anywhere to be seen, and y'know. the door had been FULLY CLOSED???

we all look over. no one says anything.

then, just as quickly as it had opened, the door SLAMS itself shut, as if someone had opened it to check on us, seen who was in the room, and then closed it in a huff.

we did not sleep much the rest of the night.

anyway, i'm not saying my friend's ghost dad threw a little tantrum about her shitty ex-bf coming over to the house that he built, but i'm not NOT saying that.

so yeah, i guess i believe in ghosts now.

#as always i'm sorry this got so long i just. i just had to explain this one because i'm still not sure wtf happened #gracie answers

[lovemesomesurveys]

How are you doing? I've been really struggling if that hasn't been made abundantly clear yet.

Any fun things happen today? I'm doing a little shopping before my doctor appointment.

Do you ever use public transportation? If needed, but I haven't needed to in awhile.

Would you ever be a lyft/uber driver? No. I don't even drive, first of all. Second, I wouldn't feel comfortable with doing so. I'm so glad there are people who are, though. I think it's been a really positive, beneficial, and convenient thing. Especially when it comes to drinking and driving.

What motivates you to work harder? Motivation? What's that?

Have you ever mowed your own lawn? No.

What would be your perfect day? Relaxing on private beach resort somewhere out of the US.

Have you ever had a surprise birthday party? No.

Do you like surprises? Good ones, but even then sometimes ya know? Although, I don't receive many good ones…

Do you plan on reading more soon? I think I read a lot already, but it has slowed down a bit the past couple months because of health setbacks and brain fog issues. I feel so sluggish and find it harder to concentrate.

What are some books you'd recommend someone just getting back into books? It really depends what you're into.

Necessities aside.. what's something you could not live without? I really do enjoy having internet access. Obvs, I'd go on and survive if for whatever reason I didn't have that access, but it sure would suck.

Have you ever received a gift you did not like and told the person who gave it to you? No. I would just thank them and either keep it, give it away, or exchange it. Honestly, I think I like pretty much everything anyone has gotten me for the most part. I'm easily pleased and just appreciate the gift. There's people I haven't even seen or talked to in several years, some I wasn't even close with to begin with, but just kinda keep up with somewhat on Facebook who will tag me in stuff that I like/reminded them of me and they're spot on, so shrug

What are 5 things you are thankful for? God, my family, access to life's necessities, ASMR, beach days…

Do you ever notice little things throughout the day that makes you glad you're alive? Stuff with my family. I enjoy seeing what my brother is doing in life and how well he's progressing and advancing at just 22 years old. He already is doing the career he wanted to do and went to school/got his degree for and is movin' on up. He has a really stable, healthy relationship. He helps me out a lot. He has a great group of friends. He balances it all very well and seems to be really happy, which makes me proud.

What's your opinion on age gaps in relationships? Depends on how big the gap is. I guess as long as they're both consenting adults then it's fine. I, a 32 year old, however, can't look at anyone under 30. I just can't imagine being in a relationship with someone that much younger than me. I really would prefer my age or a few years older. Like, in my age range at least, but I guess it would depend.

How do you feel about giving your partner your passwords? I can see the benefit in that for emergencies, but otherwise I just don't see the point or reason In doing so. Although, I could picture a scenario where they wanted to access my laptop or phone to use it for something and I'd just tell them what the password was. shrug My mom and brother know some of my passwords and I don't care. Oh, and for things like streaming services.

Have you ever got on that slingshot ride at carnivals? Nooo.

What is something people tend to misunderstand about you? I don't know.

Do you believe in second chances? Yes. I give out many chances.

You learn something new everyday. What have you learned recently? Hmmm…

What is a scent that you find appealing that others do not? Gasoline and patchouli come to mind.

What is something you recommend someone to try at least once? Check out the Marvel movies and give it a real chance. I was never into that stuff and didn't even try for the longest time until a few years ago and now I'm obsessed. It's fun. It's also a good distraction/escape for me. My current obsession within that realm is Wanda/the Scarlet Witch, especially after seeing the new Doctor Strange.

What would be the worst thing you could put in a pinata? Insects or reptiles asljfskljfslkfj

What is the best gag gift you've seen or gotten? I don't recall.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[anarchistbitch]

hihiiiiii

jhdskjahsd glad to see you enjoyed spy x family, it's so damn good, I would die for Anya, have some stuff i thought was great too dkjad

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im finally replying to eeeeeeverything so brace yourself lol

Simone Ashley real life disney princess?? Yes. couldnt agree more, HER EYES JESUS CHRIST HER EXPRESSIONS AHHHHH i admire anthony's strength and resolve bc i wouldve asked her to marry me right after that first meeting

i mean, daphne did try to interfere but her dumbass of a brother went and proposed to another girl, at that point they just had to let them be, it was a lost cause

i felt edwina's half sister right in my fucking gut, that one hurt so badly

i would guess that the carpet moved while eloise was throwing everythign around, but yeah, it was an awful scene to watch even tho we all knew shit was going to hit the fan eventually

did you get to finish watching cbaw??? at this point im a little confused as to what i had already replied and what i had yet to do so dksajhdjk sorryyyy

what book did emily remind you of?? ive been in a slump and im only now getting out of it by reading vermillion bird (i hope i dont jinx it by saying this cause rn ive only read one chapter ksdjf)

i watched shubh mangal zyada saavdhan a bit ago and it was so fucking hilarious, when kusum ran away with the jewels i could not stop laughing and had to pause the movie, that woman is seriously crazy, and ahhhhh the scene where aman and kartik are dancing before goggle's wedding was so much fun, i wanted to join in bc they just seemed to be having such a great time (ignoring papa Tripathi's homophobia) and the music felt so good too ahhhh it was great, so great

as of right now my friend and i are halfway through heartstopper and i just ahhhhh its so perfect oh my god, i do have to wonder why they decided to add imogen but im not too bothered by her, tao is such a drama queen and i love him bUT WHAT DID THEY DO TO WILLIAM GAO'S HAIR OH MY GOOOOOD NOOOOO my friend is fascinated by Tori (as she should be) jhfsjhf I refuse to believe that Kit Connor went to audition for Charlie, I just refuse to believe it, he literally looks like Nick was pulled out of the comic itself and he went to audition for Charlie??????

yoongi is such an icon and my inspiration in my life but i do have to laugh at him getting roped into these things jdhjdhksd gotta love him

idk if i asked before but are there any other kpop groups youre really into??

hmmm since you only watch anime youve been recommended, do you have a specific genre you prefer or just about anything?? also, have you heard of jujutsu kaisen and owari no seraph?? i think owari no seraph is a bit more low key but it's great, im def recommending them both as well as doukyuusei, that one is a gorgeous movie that i have probably watched a million times

hmmm, in the end this didnt really end up that much a monster of an ask so i wonder if i left out anything, do let me know please!

have a great day, eat plenty of delicious food and stay hydrated!!

tons and tons of love and hugs,

-M<3

hi hi HI first of all thank u for reccing sxf cause i LOVED it and i finished the manga today and i cannot wait for the animated scene where [redacted] happens

praying everyday for anya's back cause she has the biggest responsibilities more than anyone in the world[academia & world peace]

YOR & LOID!!! lowkey hope the author pulls an arc where they both find out what the other does but dont say anything so anya is just there like(←_←) (→_→)

i think one of the reasons i enjoyed s2 more than s1 was mainly cause the writing pulled a lot more inspiration from bollywood, like even the kabi khusie kabhi gham rendition??? lokwey showing off

also! i watched mina le's review of s2 and apparently the way mrs featherington is dressed is to show that shes from new money and doesnt have the "grace" of ppl from "distinguished" families 😒

and so many other things but i also watched a video about simone's makeup for the show and how the makeup actually looks good on dark skin instead of just looking like makeup and i thought that was neat

the half sister line was so gut wrenching but seeing edwina burst out in anger was kinda satisfying ngl. when rewatching the final episode i kinda realized that kate did always have the anxiety of being viewed as only a half sister and felt like she had to take care of everything to even be viewed as family

i like the character of theo but was fully expecting a queer romance line for eloise & penelope like i wasnt the only one who thought they were fully hinting at it??right??

im still putting off watching cbaw😭😭

emily reminded me of this one horror book called what moves the dead by t. kingfisher[i only read a bit but similar vibes yk]

duude my reading slump got so bad i ditched my goodreads challenge. ive been trying to get back on track but . life

YESSSS ANOTHER ONE FOR SMZS!!! smzs was so good right?? the train scene (the one where karthik helps aman board the train not them making out) is so fking iconic😌 another thing i loved a lot was the metaphor of the cauliflower for homophobia [like parents thinking that "saving" theyre kids from queer stuff is good for them but it causes more damage than they think]

heartstopper was literally the best like the montages , the flowers and leaves from the comics edited into it?? the cast?? the kiss in the rain?? yasmin finney[special mention cause her outfits were fire]

i fully believe that the hairstylist had some kinda agenda against tao cause what was that hair😭😭 /j

kinda wanna see kit connor's audition for charlie👀 and speaking of! charlie spring!! i looved joe locke's portrayal like thats charlie spring

ik that some stuff that idols say is to keep up their image but some of the stuff yoongi says doth impact me. like him saying that he doesnt want to rework songs because he has made peace with completions of projects is part of the process[im paraphrasing but its from the how well do bts know each other project]

bts is the only group that im a proper fan of like theyre the only group whose comebacks i tend to follow while im a general fan of other kpop groups if that makes sense? i'd love to have a few recs cause i usually only find songs from insta edits

just about anything! ive started both owari no seraph and jujitsu kaisen![put them both on pause for a while tho] u cannot tempt me away from vampire and fantasy settings lol oooh ive heard of doukyuusei and def moving it up my list!! thanks for the rec😊😊

guess the only monster thats gonna be here is the huge hug im enveloping u in then

ur wishes are too kind and i wish the same and more for u💜💜💜

love, hugs and everything cool(for the temperate and also swag😎),

yrs

#m for mwah! and mwah! and mwah

[maevesamy]

the argument of “jackson and viv should be just friends we need more m/f friendships” is stupid becuase sex education has them? they have adam/ola, ruby/otis (kinda/at the moment). but let’s say you want another one then okay why not push for the development of a steve/maeve or otis/amy or whatever other characters instead. and if u want one involving jackson why not a jackson/maeve or jackson/lily friendship or literally any other characters. basically why do jackson and viv need to be friends when we already have m/f friendships and there are so many opportunities besides them for more? and if u like their friendship, okay like almost every show has built relationships out of friendship and people have loved them. so what’s so different about them hmm?

#like what is the real reason u see them as just friends hmmm? #rant:over thank u for ur time #sex education s3 #sex education #jackson marchetti #viv odesanya #astronomypartners

[osakunt]

Hello writer ! （╹◡╹） how are you?

You’re request are finally open omg yes! Can I ask for a scenario with Kakucho, him having a bike accident with his female s/o? (Let’s not forget he must have a trauma as his parents died in a car accident…)

Angst + fluff please (*´ω`*) thank u !

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➟ Kakucho x Female reader [timeskip]

➟ WARNING: Mentions of trauma

➟ EVERYBODY STOOPPP !!! You don’t understand !!! I hope you know my obsession with ‘Kucho is real !! Not only that but giving works that sprinkle of angst is my specialty. I also noticed that you said “finally” god, I’m so sorry for making you wait to request 😩✨✨ enjoy, baby ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

This shouldn’t have happened. Everything was going well and all of a sudden a car misleads into the lane you two were in. The car had no reason to have a drunk drinker in it, neither to be on the road.

You two were on the way to Bonten’s meeting. You usually tagged along and just sat quietly dozing off as your husband discussed new things with the rest. You’d sometimes go out and buy the guys something if you felt nice that day. Today was one of those days but you never fully made it to the meeting.

Sitting in the waiting room with no news of you - he starts to bounce his leg faster every few minutes until he hears Mikey’s monotone voice along with Sanzu who - you could say was high as hell but was aware of what was going on. The highness slowly coming down when your name is spoken. Sanzu was the one to beg Mikey to go to the hospital, actually.

You were good friends with the pinkette and he wanted to know if his main bitch was okay. Kakucho heard both males call out for him but his head was not in the right set to react to them being there. All he did was turn to look at them and give them a withered smile then hung his head down once again. Resting his elbows on his knee, he rests his head on his interlocked hands when his neck start to hurt from looking down at the hospital’s floor that’s made him flashback to the last time he was ever in a hospital.

Last time he was here was when he got shot and when his parents passed away after a car accident. The thought of his parents mixed with the hospital setting, over whelmed him so much that he got light headed. “You know…we’re here for you” Mikey lays a hand on the mans shoulder and squeezes it. “I’ll go get you some water. You got pale all of a sudden” he gives him a small smile, getting up and taking his way to the cafeteria.

“Who did it ?” Sanzu’s high was now at it’s minimum and was starting to plot his revenge. “Nobody. It was a drunk driver” Kakucho finally answers for the first ever since Sanzu got there. “Bullshit. Let me find out it’s some fucker from some other gang” “ Calm down. You’re in a hospital - this isn’t the time or place”

“Don’t mind me asking but how bad was it ?”

“Bad enough to get her hurt, Sanzu. It just happened. I-I can’t lose her….I can’t..” Kakucho’s words trail off with a small sniffle.

“You won’t, pussy. Y/n is a strong bitch and that I’m sure of” The pink heard crazy man responds.

Seeing a water bottle appear from his side view, Kakucho grabs it, thanking Mikey. “That accident wasn’t a simple drunk driver, Hitto. If he had the audacity to run and leave no tire marks on the road than he most definitely is from another gang”

“I don’t know. I just remember the police saying that the man was intoxicated. But also a murmur about doing the job right - I then passed out”

“Ohhhh~ the cops were payed as well hmmm ? ~” Sanzu sing songs.

“It’s a rival gang then. I’ll get Ran and Akashi to investigate. You can take all the time you need, off. Y/n will need you by her side at all times after this.” Mikey suggests looking at your husband straight to the face.

Hearing the heels of shoes coming out the double doors, all three look up to see a nurse who smiled at them with tears in her eyes. “Hurry c’mon !! She just woke up !! She pulls Kakucho out the hard chair he in. “Stop being depressed - she’s perfectly fine,” she wipes tears from her eyes that were about to roll down.

“Why the hell are you crying ?! She alive, ain’t she ?” Sanzu speed walks behind them asking unnecessary questions. “She’s my younger sister dumb ass” she scoffs. Getting to the room fast, she opens the door letting Kakucho go in first to see you patched up and already eating some type of hospital sandwich.

You smile through the pain your abdomen was giving you not wanting to alert anyone anymore. Running to your bedside, Kakucho smothers you into a secure hug not wanting to let go. “You’re okay…you’re fine” he whispers, assuring himself that this was real life and not a dream. “Baby it’s okay. A little sore but I’m fine” you squeeze him back, comforting him.

“I’m so sorry, baby” he hides his face into your hair letting out a few tears

“ ‘Kucho there’s no reason to apologize. It isn’t your fault, okay ?” You pulled back cupping his face into your hands drying away any wetness on his face.

“Oh yea she’ll need some blood tests and a few other look overs . After that you two can go home” your sister chimes in looking over the medical machines that you were connected to.

“So can I hunt who ever this motherfucker is or should I kill a few police man to get my answer ?” Sanzu blabbers out - pulling out his gun from the back of his pants.

“Do whatever you need to do ‘Chiyo. Go rogue if you want to”

“Say less ~” Sanzu goes to hug you then walks out with a wicked smile. His next destination ?? Where ever the police there are police or where ever gangs tend to hand out.

“Are you okay - like okay okay ? If not tell me and I’ll get the doctor to let you stay” Your husbands hands tremble as he takes yours in his.

“I’m fine. I’m fine because you’re here. I’m fine because I know you’re still here” you bring him into another hug

“I’ll leave you two be. Call any of us to get picked up. I’ll drop by your place later today” Mikey excuses himself going behind Sanzu to make sure Sanzu hadn’t started some massacre in the lobby.

#kakucho x y/n #kakucho x reader #hitto kakucho x reader #kakucho hitto x y/n #sanzu x y/n #mikey x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n

[odetojeons]

hello !! im a bit curious abt jeonghan’s biggest kink what do u think his biggest kinks are 😅

HELLO!! hmmm 🤔 I think he’s pretty similar to wonwoo but like 3x harder LMFAO

Power Play — Oh this man. This man is FILTHY. I can definitely picture him all calm and composed, but there’s just this aura around him that makes you know he’s in charge. Jeonghan is fucking cruel and that’s so hot. He likes to see people cry for him when it comes to sex, likes to watch them fall apart without him even needing to touch sometimes and I can’t breath thinking about it.

Impact Play — Haha I’m so nervous y’all have no idea. Jeonghan just has this effect on me. I think he would be so much into impact play, not just spanking your ass, but actually with whips and all of that. I don’t think he would go too hard though, he just wants to see your body jumping every time he blows a soft hit on the back of your thighs, for example. And, of course, the light red marks and the tears in your eyes.

Dacryphilia — Speaking of tears, for me this is basically one of his major kinks. Jeonghan wants to see you fall apart for real, so much pleasure or so much frustration (or maybe both) you just can’t do anything but cry, beg, sob, wail. He would coo at you when you finally give in and tell you how you’re such a pretty crier for him. Someone even requested this and I’m so excited to write it.

Rigger — Like a very hard rigger. Even do suspension, who knows. Jeonghan would love tying you up completely, your legs pushed open, face down and ass up on the bed. Or watch your body dangling off of the ground as he sits on a chair and jerks of to the view of you restricted just for his eyes only.

Degrader — Oh fuck. Dirty, dirty, dirty. He’d be so much into verbal humiliation in every aspect, not just name calling. Jeonghan would say mean things to you (what would your friends think of you if they saw how you’re moaning like a pathetic slut for my cock? or even you think you deserve to come after acting like a bitch in heat and disobeying my orders?), get absolutely turned on when you moan affected with his mean self. But, of course, I just feel like Jeonghan is a worrier so he would always be asking you during sex if everything is alright and if you want him to stop or take slow.

Semi-Public Sex — Hello. Bye. This is self explanatory. There’s just something about Jeonghan that makes me think that he would love people watching how good he makes you feel and how beautiful you look subbing for him. Which brings me to the next kink:

Group Sex/Voyeur — Gasp, Jeonghan is into group sex. Don’t even get me started. The reason why I put this two together is because I think he would love to see other people fucking you as he tells everyone what to do. Like with other subs and all of that. Don’t think he would like other people satisfying him in those sessions tho, wants you to be the only one who gives him pleasure. Plus, Jeonghan wouldn’t let anyone cum inside you other than him, not much possessiveness other than that because he knows it’s his name you’re gonna scream when you orgasm. Don’t ask me why. He’s just like that.

Wax Play — Everyone shut up and LISTEN,, Yoon Jeonghan loves wax play. HE JUST DOES. He would pass an oil on your skin to protect it so he could drip hot wax all over your body. Especially the chest area (nipples). Wants to see you squirm and cry his name softly, back arching off of the ground. I think Jeonghan would be pretty gentle with this kink, would sit beside you on the bed, caress your cheek and brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. Sigh. I love him.

Blindfolding — Okay but this is the first kink I think he would like to be done to him. Jeonghan would be so turned on when his vision is restricted, you sitting on his lap and riding him so good. There’s just something about him being blindfolded but still calling the shots, knows you won’t do anything without his permission, that just makes him drunk in the power he has over you.

Master — I don’t even know what to say, fam. The amount of pleasure he feels when he hears you call him master would surely press all of his buttons. Definitely don’t think Jeonghan would be in the 24/7 master relationship though, but when it comes to sex he absolutely loves when you moan this as you beg him to make you come.

Orgasm Control — This is a pretty obvious assumption with everything I said before. Jeonghan would edge you when he’s feeling extra mean, but overall I think he would overstimulate you until you cry (everything with him would leave you crying, as you can see).

Fuck Machines — Period. Periodsm. Periodit. Doesn’t even need explanation, just Yoon Jeonghan being the filthy fucker he is and wanting to see you fall apart in front of him as he watches you coming nonstop because of a damn machine. Merciless. Cruel. EVIL. I’m so in love with him bye.

And that’s it!! I hope you liked it! Do you agree with this kinks? Tell me what you think about it 💗

#seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt smut #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut #jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan smut

[blueprint-han]

desert rose — yang jeongin.

↪ “ Because love and a red rose could never be truly hid. ”

— “ You’d have never thought that one incident would’ve enlightened you of how much in love you were with your childhood best friend, but it turns out to be more of a problem when you’re threatened with a life-ending disease with no cure whatsoever. Or so you thought. ”

pairing: jeongin x reader

genre: hanahaki au; fluff, angst with a happy ending.

⇥ warnings: hanahaki disease, mentions of blood (not very graphic but enough that it’s tagged), lots of angst, also in this world the hanahaki surgery isn’t discovered yet, because it’s a fairly recent discovery, also y/n’s dad is nowhere mentioned in this fic idk take it as you like but i imagined him to pass away when y/n was 12 for some reason :((, please do not read if you triggered by topics of death or blood or disease! These themes will be prevalent though not in super explicit detail, they are still there. If I missed a warning, let me know. <3

word count: 11.09 K

type: long one-shot.

⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not represent the activities of the real Yang Jeongin, nor is associated with JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

part of: the @bystay​ skznta event, written for @stayndays​ !!

song: inspired from Desert Rose by Lolo Zouaï <3 No relation to the fic but it did inspire the ~vibes~.

↯ note: I’m gonna be honest this tired me out so much that I’m glad I finished it, it took me longer than I expected and it got longer than I expected, but nonetheless, here you go shayna! Hi!! It’s me! Your secret santa! Sorry I couldn’t send you that many asks because my uni is a bitch™, and I wish I could’ve made this better, but I guess this will have to do for now. I hope you like it, and I loved being your santa! 🥺 I hope we can interact more in the future, and this isn’t edited so pls go easy on me （＞人＜；）eiury2y4er okay happy reading! <3 love you shayna! <3 I wish I could give this more editing time :( but... i hope u still like it!  ⇥ dawn.☀️

Jeongin’s eyes are really pretty.

The first time you'd made this miniscule observation was during your summer vacation road trip when the sun shined a tad bit overly bright, and Jeongin’s umbrella had a hole in it. The exact details of how it ended up torn don’t matter, but the way Jeongin’s eyes seemed to shimmer in the harsh noon sun almost made it seem worth it.

You remember it clearly — He’d smiled brightly when his eyes met yours, eyes crinkling into tiny little half-moons before his expression turned neutral. At that moment, you were lost into the abyss that was his midnight black orbs. They seemed to hold glimmering stars in them, ones that outshone the specks of white in the night sky.

Looking back, you didn’t think of it much, opting to shake your head off it’s daze before running to where Jeongin stood, throwing a bottle of water into his backpack and laughing at some corny jokes the rest of the group cracked.

Jeongin was a friend — a good friend. In fact, you could call him your best friend, though it had never been verbalized. You couldn’t remember exactly when or how you’d gotten closer to him — it just happened, like everything important in this world did. Like how Jeongin says “It was fate, Y/N, fate” in that old-man-philosopher voice to get you to laugh (Of course it would never work, but you’d still laugh, because anything to see him give you that bright, toothy grin and that little scrunch of his nose in acknowledgement).

The memory of how it all started  is as clear as the sky, as pure as the pigment of a rose.

“Don’t stray too far away, alright? Meet me back here in two hours.” The instructor screams, and all the students chime in with a collective “Yes, ma’am!”. 

 “Good, now go collect your flowers.”

A flower-picking expedition isn’t a common event in a school field trip, at least in your school. You’re more used to the normal visits to the ice cream factory, or the butterfly park (which, to be fair, had some pretty flowers, if only you could pick them) or another affiliated school. Nevertheless, you don’t complain, because the prospect of your school giving you a chance to collect all the pretty flowers you could spot here had you on top of the clouds.

You’re allowed to go alone or in groups of two, and of course, Jeongin has you by the arm the moment your teacher had screamed “Disperse!” at the top of her lungs (P.E teachers had a thing for screaming, apparently). Ignoring the teasing glances the other boys made towards the both of you, you set sail on your path, scanning all the bushes for any wild and unique flowers you could find.

“Oh look, there’s one!” You pointed out after a good four-minute-walk, almost stumbling in your one-inch-too-tight-shoes and ignoring Jeongin’s giggle at your antics. You beckoned him over to where you were standing and he obliged, tucking his sweater paws into his pockets before walking over to where you were staring at the pretty flower.

So, flowers. They’d always fascinated you. You’d developed said fascination ever since you were six. Something about the sheer way the petals were arranged, the various ranges of coloring — vivid, gradient, muted — the beauty of something so delicate and intricate always drew you in. You found yourself examining a flower for hours, and surprisingly, you never grew tired of it. They’d helped you through a lot when you felt particularly down, too. Perfect distraction — snuggling against Jeongin’s arm and playing with the flower he’d always pick out for every visit, surrounded by calming; almost numbing silence along with the sound of his steady breathing, maybe sometimes his heartbeat too when he’d get overly affectionate. Flowers in a way, in every way, were your escape. You loved them. 

“Hmmm.” Jeongin hummed over the sounds of the leaves susurrating and rustling on the ground, the wind enveloping you like a cold, yet oddly comfortable blanket. He fixed his round glasses over his nose, quickly flipping through his encyclopedia. No one really questioned him as to why he carried it wherever he went — but just like you, he had a vivid fascination for flowers too. It was something the both of you fit like a glove on, and you were beyond grateful to meet someone who could click with you so well.

“This is wolfsbane, we can’t pick it.” He said, shaking his head. “It’s poisonous, the whole plant is.”

“Oh…” You pouted, staring at the flower once more. You took in the sight of lush, violet petals, the way they wrapped around the centre and had almost no smell.

“Hey.” He touched your hand worriedly. “You didn’t touch them, right?”

“No, I didn’t. I know better than to touch plants without knowing what they are.”

“Good.” There you could see it again. That lovely, bright smile, one more of relief this time. When you looked into his eyes, you seemed lost — you could capture every flutter of his lashes against his cheeks, count every lustrous star that was laid in his eyes. “That’s good, the poison can be absorbed easily through your skin.”

“Yeah.” You let yourself smile at him, hands dropping down to fiddle with the hem of your frock. 

“Come on, I wanna get some shots for my book. Plus some flowers.” Pulling at your hand, he led you amidst the varying degrees of green and the damp smell of grass for a good distance, before halting in front of a bush. You knew what he’s referencing to by ‘shots’. The camera that hangs around his back, ready to immortalize the memory into his SD card, or rather make a polaroid (or a painting, if he’s being artistic) and tape it to his notebook along with the pressed flower.

“Look!”

Trip a step back, and you yelp at the sudden intrusion to your pace, pouting at Jeongin before looking in the direction he had his eyes fixated on. “Roses.” You giggle, kneeling in front of the bush and hissing when you feel the damp coldness of the grassy floor seep into your knees. “They’re pretty.” 

You can barely hear the sound of students walking past you — the moment seems almost captivating — nothing heard, nothing felt except the whirring of the wind, and the fresh smell of various plants mixed together, it carries.

This part of the garden seems particularly shady and cool, and some of the roses haven’t bloomed yet. A few rosebuds, a few half-bloomed roses, and two fully bloomed, deep red roses, sitting nicely against the green foliage.

Jeongin kneels before you, and you turn to smile at him, chortling at the way his glasses are about to fall over his nose again. You ruffle his black hair gently before fixing the glasses up his nose. 

“You might wanna get a chain attached to that thing. You know those strings that go around your neck and to your glasses to hold them in place?”

Jeongin chuckles. “It’s alright. I don’t like my glasses anyways.”

“Whyyy…?” You whine, poking his arm playfully before directing your focus back on the rose. “You look so adorable with them.”

Your friend feels a smile tug at his lips, leaning in to pinch your cheeks lightly. “You’re adorable.” He says, before focusing on the rose, (thankfully) oblivious to the way your cheeks feel warm after his action.

“Here, let me pick them out and then we can press them into our journals.” Yes. The both of you have matching journals, owing to your near obsession with flowers. You oft share them with each other and get fascinated by how the other views the flower, how they delicately craft words into how the little gift of nature meant to them. It’s a heartwarming tradition — one of the main reasons you follow it till date. 

Jeongin pulls out a pair of scissors from his satchel, and albeit with a lot of force (and the adorable nose scrunch™, manages to cut off a decent amount of stem with the fully bloomed flower, carefully bringing it to his nose to smell it before doing the same to the other one. And all the while, you silently watch.

“Here, this one is more fresh.” It’s so surprising how he can just say that by looking at the flower. Then again, you know him better than anyone, so it’s not surprising at all. He looks at you with dreamy, fluttering eyes and that precious smile on his face, his hair falling perfectly on his forehead. You want to reach out and fix the stray hairs back into position, but you hold back, swallowing the lump in your throat when you look into his pretty, pretty eyes. Trying your damnedest to not get mesmerized, lost in them once again.

It doesn’t seem like a very, very special moment. And to you at that time, it wasn’t special. You simply ignored the heat that crept up your face at his silent gesture, nodding sporadically and ignoring the way you tensed up more when your fingers touched, barely.

Your heart suddenly thumped against your chest with renewed vigour, and you could tell Jeongin was close to noticing it too. 

“T-thank you, that's very sweet.” Fixing the frills of your frock, you smooth them over before looking further and deeper into the garden.

“Lend me a hand, please.”

You once again, ignore the way your heart flutters at his statement, silently extending your hand and covering up your sudden emotion with a smile. His hand feels soft, warm in your hold, fingertips slightly rough from when he used to play the violin. You like it, though.

“Here.” He places the rose carefully in your palm, making sure no thorns prick the delicate skin of your palm, and you can’t help but smile at the tiny reassurance. A nod of approval and you tuck the flower away neatly into your satchel, almost like a valuable present he’d given you, oblivious to the way Jeongin’s eyes twinkled at your action, his smile beaming.

My god, who would’ve known this flower could’ve brought you so, so much trouble?

It had started simple, almost unnoticeable. Just little glances towards Jeongin when he’d come over to watch a movie, getting lost in the way his hair looked exceptionally soft to touch, silently drifting off into space as you admired him from the backseat during class — sure, you were supposed to be focusing on the lesson and taking notes, but something about the way the rim of Jeongin’s sunglasses caught the sunlight and created a lens flare effect was breathtaking to watch.

That, combined with his beauty, his personality. It was too much, too much to handle.

You found yourself waiting to get a glimpse of him, even a tiny glance of his smile would be enough to make your day — to make your heart flutter. 

He was pretty.

You suppose it’s because being Jeongin’s best friend meant you already knew about the kind and empathetic man he was — but for the love of god, you could not stop your heart from fluttering when you heard his name, let alone looked at him and his mind-numbingly pretty smile, his dazzling eyes that always seemed to keep you off the ground.

Oh my, was this love?

You didn’t believe it. You didn’t agree, couldn’t accept that this was love. Maybe it was just your way of showing appreciation for him, for everything he’d done for you? Yes. That was probably it. 

Love wasn’t something you’d experienced — how could you jump to the conclusion? 

But you couldn’t pin the feeling you were feeling to another word — though you were desperate. The way your heart beat faster around him, the way you started noticing all the tiny details that made you fall for him even more, and for what? Just because he happened to give you a fresher, more lusciously colored rose after choosing them on his own? 

Jeongin had noticed it too — it was hard not to when you’d start fiddling with your thumbs, twirling your hair, and the way heat would rush to your face when he did as little as smile at you — you’d fallen for him — and while he was ever-the-oblivious to realise the implications of your actions, he did know that something was wrong.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Jeongin asks rather dully, seeming kind of worried about your current state. You’re resting your head against his lap, but Jeongin can feel the warmth of your cheek through the thin material of his shorts — and not the regular kind. The kind of heat one would radiate when they’d either been overly flustered. Or possibly a fever.

He rests a single palm against your cheek and your eyes flutter shut, and there it is again. The butterflies in your stomach, the fuzzies in your head, and the tingling that shot up to your fingertips. “Are you sick? Is that why you’re oddly quiet today? You haven’t said or eaten anything.”

“Ah, no, I’m alright.” You try to hide the dizziness in your voice, snuggling in his hold before fluttering your eyes close. Thankfully, Jeongin doesn’t question it. 

“Alright, we won’t talk about it if you don’t want to.” Even though you aren’t facing him right now, you can feel him smile in melancholy. 

“Hey Y/N?” 

“Yes?”

“You know I’m here for you, right?”

Oh, you knew.

Sometimes you wish you didn’t — maybe that would’ve prevented it from ending this way.

It’s such a common scenario — in movies, in books, in media. Two best friends falling in love with each other, confessing their love in the warm and intimate setting of the night sky, over gentle touches and lingering kisses. You’ve always had an attachment to those kinds of movies or books — because for you, that kind of love was special in it’s own way.

Those little ways the lead characters had of showing each other their undying love, those subtle acts were so special, so special in their own way. Those books had shown you how heartwarming, how vulnerable yet rigid, strong that relationship could be. It was such a pretty world to explore, to fantasize. You kind of felt that you and Jeongin were the protagonists of those books, those movies.

Except, you had no happy ending.

The books failed to show how painful it was to swallow, to digest the fact that you could be nothing more than friends. Sure, there had been some moments where the main leads would be sad, but it was nothing compared to this, this suffocation in your chest that slowly built up, day by day, minute by minute, second by second.

It was hard.

The first prick in your chest hadn’t been entirely painful. It was barely noticeable even. Simply a tiny jolt of pain when you bent forward to grab your books from your locker. It had only been a slight jab, like when you’d accidentally poke yourself in the rib with the edge of your hardcover diary while picking it up. Nothing too hard.

Then came the slight feeling of breathlessness. You found yourself unable to run a full round in P.E (when you could easily do so beforehand), having to stop in between to catch your breath. You figured it could’ve been your dust allergy because the P.E room wasn’t cleaned that often, so it made sense. Somewhat. Still sceptical, but nonetheless, you covered up your random outbursts of coughs with any and every excuse you could find when your parents questioned you about it.

It was hard, but you figured it was just a matter of winter passing by, and soon you’d be alright.

Would you, though? You couldn’t bring yourself to accept that there was in fact something wrong happening to you, pushing behind that feeling of paranoia every time with a smile on your face and a hold of your breath, wishing for the pain to ebb away.

Who would’ve thought that a sudden infatuation would have led to your demise?

Jeongin can hear the noises.

Those loud, dragged out wisps of air that you borderline struggle to take in and expel out, Jeongin can hear them.

He can feel your struggle. It’s not easy for him to look at you like this, curled up into a ball and ignoring the rampant burn in your chest. The movie isn’t even the main focus right now. Jeongin has something to say, and he’s had enough of watching you struggle. He’s rather here to persuade you to go to the fucking doctor, and get some sort of diagnosis instead of beating around the bush.

Strange. Jeongin feels oddly affectionate today, when usually you’re the one to initiate such gestures. All he wants to do is pull you into his arms and rock you back and forth until you fall asleep, because you seriously seem like you need it.

“Y/N,” he calls, watching you lift your head up from where it’s rested against your knees. You don’t reply, because right now, your throat seems like a barren desert and all you can seem to let out is a croak.

Jeongin sighs and rolls his eyes as if in deep thought, turning on the couch to face you before touching the tops of your cheeks with his hands — they seem overly feverous. 

“What’s going on?” He asks sternly.

“What d-do you mean?” You manage to get out, feeling your chest hurt more and more with each syllable that leaves past your lips in a croaked voice. It felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing your chest with the sharp edge of the knife, the burn in your throat and lungs getting too much to handle. You can’t even tear your focus from the fiery sensation to revel in the feeling of Jeongin’s soft palms cupping your cheeks.

“Y/N, you’ve been acting weird ever since the expedition.” Worry is laced throughout his tone, mixed in with a dash of sorrow to give rise to the most heartbreaking sound you’ve ever heard. Though you know otherwise, it almost seems as though Jeongin is disappointed in you.

“You’ve been getting more and more sick—” he raises a hand to stop you from contradicting his statement. You only look at him with mellow eyes, knowing that what he says is right. You’ve been ignoring your health for too long. 

You can’t help it, either. While you have an inkling of what might’ve happened, you’re too stubborn to accept it, let along your unrequited love for your best friend, who seems ever-the-oblivious.

“—and you can’t tell me it’s the winter allergy, love. I know you more than that to believe it.”

Shaking your head in dismay, you turn around to get up. You can’t be having this conversation right now, not with the faintest taste of blood lingering at the edge of your throat — you can’t be showing yourself like this in front of him — broken down, vulnerable, confused of your own feelings, having no idea of what you should be doing.

Your mother had pointed it out too, at this point. They suggested going to the doctor, and you outright refused. You didn’t want your suspicion to come to life. It couldn’t- it couldn’t be this way-

“Y/N!”

Jeongin grabs your hands to stop you in your position and turns you around.

And that’s a wrong move.

Your whole chest tightens, and the thorns that stab against your chest has never been more painful. You cry out loudly, only causing them to dig deeper into your skin and almost bleed. Jeongin’s eyes widen in shock at your sudden, unexpected reaction and only tightens his grasp on your hands.

Which again, is a very wrong move, because the following bouts of coughs that take over you shake you up from the core. Jeongin feels blanked out looking at how much you’re suffering right now, so much that he doesn’t feel the wet, yet light flutter on the back of his hand.

When Jeongin snaps back in from his momentary daze, he’s borderline horrified.

He’s convinced, completely certain that there’s nothing more terrifying, heartbreaking, scarring — he could go on and on — than what he just saw. He can almost feel his heart break into a million tiny shards, but he knows that it’s nowhere equivalent to the pain you’re going through.

Well, looks like your suspicion did come to life.

Because what Jeongin sees is, gah, he feels horrified. There’s blood dripping down your lip, staining the skin below garnet red. Your eyes are tinted pinkish-red too, most likely from the exertion that came along with the horrendous amount of coughs that took over you.

Red, red everywhere. Jeongin had previously thought of red as one of the most beautiful, and most interesting colors ever — a symbolism of love, nothing but the pure love he felt towards you.

But now, all he could think of was how much he was tormented by the mere sight of the color.

When his eyes, still blown wide in shock, trail down to his lap, the mere sight of what’s littered on it leaves him in tears.

Red petals, everywhere. All over the back of his hands, all over your lap, all over his lap.

Jeongin could probably spend ages, ages sobbing and whimpering about the sheer pain the sight in front of him brought. It tormented him beyond imagination. This should be a dream — Jeongin wants to wake up any second now, anywhere, in your lap, in his own bed, just anything to save his heart from seeing you this way.

Yet when you cough again, the pain in his heart tells otherwise.

“Y/N!” He chokes out a cry, and from there, he acts quick. He could cry about this later — he needs to find you some help, and now. 

You feel numb. As numb as you possibly can when you see the tears in Jeongin’s eyes, though your sight is clouded by your own tears. You’re numb to the blood dripping down your chin and pooling in your lap, you’re numb to the feeling of those bloody petals littered all over the couch. 

“We need to get you to the hospital, quick.” He gets up, wiping his eyes that are surprisingly, surprisingly overflowing with tears. You barely feel the handkerchief quickly wiping against your mouth, causing you to snap from your trance and look at him. The numbness doesn’t fade yet.

You doubt it ever will.

You’re not sure that the events after the incident go super quickly or as slow as a snail, and you’re not in any state to care about it either. Jeongin had called your mother when he drove you to the hospital — albeit over the sound of your repetitive and raucous coughs — and now your mom’s standing next to him outside, nervously prancing back and forth as he waits for the doctors to come out.

The hospital corridor is moderately lit — perfect setting for Jeongin’s mood right now. There’s no sound except for the occasional encounter when a nurse or doctor happens to walk past them. The hanahaki treatment section of the hospital isn’t the most crowded place — surprisingly enough, the doctors had immediately known what had happened to you.

Your mother can’t bring herself to thank Jeongin for dragging you to the hospital — she’s too paranoid. Your daughter coughing up blood and — Jeongin hadn’t mentioned it to her — flower petals over a movie night isn't the best news you’d want to receive when her friend calls you; so Jeongin understands why your mother is overly quiet.

He doesn’t try to reassure her either. It’s hard to do so when she’s gonna find out her daughter houses a wedding bouquet in her chest — and Jeongin isn’t that oblivious to not know what’s going on, especially standing in the hanahaki department of the clinic. His mother, not so much. All she can do is silently sob and mutter prayers repeatedly, hoping her daughter would be alright. Jeongin feels his heart break more when he sees your mom like this, and he knows he’s not gonna last at this rate, when he’s allowed to enter your room.

At this point, he can’t get past his own brain screaming a million different things at the same time, none of them coherent enough to make sense. He’s a mess right now — red eyes puffy and swollen, hair completely disheveled and half of his sweatshirt hanging out of where it was  neatly tucked in.

Two hands at his heart, and that’s when he notices the red rose petal stuck to the back of his hand, probably from when you’d coughed all over it. It’s fairly large in size — Jeongin examines it, in a slightly successful attempt at trying to distract from the feeling of anxiety that builds up inside bit by bit. It’s a deep, dark red color, exactly like the rose he’d given you that day, at the trip.

The boy sighs to himself before pulling the petal off his hand, eyes widening when the blood underneath it tints the skin it runs across. 

That’s when a lump forms in his throat, but he isn’t given time to cry, because soon enough, the sound of a door opening clicks through his ears, and Jeongin’s head snaps up.

He can see you from where he’s standing, and his whole world freezes in front of his eyes.

The flowers inside your chest had grown moderately large — that’s what the doctor said, at least. You’d been hiding your disease for two months, and it wasn’t until the end that Jeongin caught on — you’d been too stubborn to accept your fate. Maybe this was how it was supposed to end, after all. 

You couldn’t accept it then, but you did now. Did it seriously make a difference?

Jeongin had seen your scan, and what he saw would’ve truly been pretty, if not for the fact that these flowers could be the cause for your imminent death. The roses had almost fully bloomed — and the thorns were pricklier than ever. Jeongin could almost feel them stab against his skin, and he didn’t even have the disease. It was confusing — things were too confusing right now.

You couldn’t speak much, the painkillers you were on were making you drowsy and causing you to quickly fall asleep. Even if you weren’t asleep, it wouldn’t have made a difference.

Numbness ran through your veins. You couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything after what had happened.

Jeongin and your mother hadn’t spoken to you after the doctor had shown them your scan, and they preferred to not break the news to you either, figuring that you were pretty shaken up from the incident already.

The doctor said he could give you two weeks before the flowers filled your lungs completely and blocked your throat.

And Jeongin is devastated.

When the effect of your painkillers wear off and you open your eyes, you feel a soft sensation brushing against your thumb, slowly turning to look at your best friend — tears streaked all over his face, eyes ridden with dark circles and red and puffy, his voice sounded nasal as he silently cried, eyesight focused on the floor.

“J-Jeongin…?” You mumble past your oxygen mask, surprisingly not noticing it’s presence until right now,

He perks up at the painful call, lifting his head to gaze into your eyes. He looks worse than you look right now, if you’re to be honest. You doubt he’s even brushed his teeth or had breakfast. The hospital room is pretty dim just like the exterior, but the sunlight coming from the open window is enough to light up the whole room, enough to at least see your friend’s features clearly.

“You’re awake.” he says as a matter-of-fact and you nod, gently taking off the contraption placed against your nose. Jeongin flinches like he wants to stop you. But then freezes when you try to slowly get up.

Turns out that’s a wrong move, because you can soon feel the thorns of the garden you have in your lungs prick against your skin, making you gasp and shriek in agony. Jeongin jerks up and places a hand on your back, and the other across your stomach — and gently maneuvers you into an awkward but comfortable position, before lifting the top of the bed into a reclining position before laying you down onto it.

“Careful, love.”

Your chest tightens at the actions once again, yet you try not to cough like you did the last time. Surprisingly biting on your tongue works to rid the feeling of suffocation, or at least distracts from it.

“Where’s m-mom?”

“She went to pick up some of your essentials, plus a few clothes.”

“D-did she eat? Did you eat?”

Jeongin smiles at your concern. It’s something he’s found endearing about you — how you always seem to put others first, even though you’re in a worse situation. Though the habit isn’t healthy, Jeongin can’t seem to get over how thoughtful one would have to be to act that way all the time. You’re so innocent, so kind — you’re one of a kind, at least for him.

“What?” You chuckle, noticing Jeongin’s lingering stare on you.

Your friend only beams, taking your hand in his once again. “I forced her to eat something because of her medication, so you don’t have to worry. I ate along with her too, though the canteen’s food doesn’t taste that well.” 

A soft giggle leaves your lips and quickly morphs into a set of coughs, more petals fluttering all over your lap and hands. When Jeongin stands up to call a doctor, you lift a hand to stop him, gesturing for him to sit down.

It isn’t as intense as the first time, but there’s still a tiny bit of blood dripping from the corner of your mouth, which Jeongin quickly goes to wipe off with his thumb. You flinch at the warm touch, sighing to yourself before dropping your gaze to your lap.

“So…” You start. “What did the doctor say?”

“What?”

Jeongin seems visibly tense at your question, kind of like he was dreading it. Which he was. He knows enough about this to know that patients usually don’t like knowing, and in fact can be traumatised by knowing that their apparent death would be in two weeks.

Jeongin in fact has no idea how he’s so calm. He should be sobbing, trashing, looking for a way to hold you back. He shouldn’t be so calm.

He figures he’s just accepted fate. He’s relishing what could be his last moments with you.

You don’t reply, and Jeongin knows he’ll have to make something up.

“They said it’s just a regular allerg-”

“Jeongin.”

The boy freezes.

“Don’t lie to me.” Your voice is laid with so much pain, Jeongin wants to reach out and crush every problem you have into his fist. He wants all your sorrow and worry to dissolve, and right now, he just feels helpless. He feels powerless.

“How many days do I have left?” You ask, sniffling before wiping your tears away. “Just tell me already, Jeongin-”

Jeongin’s grip tightens against your hand as he whispers — “Two weeks.” 

The words are only let out as a soft mumble, as though Jeongin himself is questioning the statement the doctors put forth. Really, in two weeks? Would you really be gone? Would he seriously never see more of your smiles, your loving gaze, those times when you’d get overly shy of his compliments, those times when you’d silently smile at him from afar?

Was this the end?

“Two weeks.” You repeat. Your voice honestly sounds like a croaking frog, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“Hey Y/N…?” Jeongin hesitantly calls.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?” He puts his other hand on yours. “Two questions, actually.”

“Mhm?”

“This disease you have… hana-”

“Hanahaki.”

“Yeah, that.” A hand runs against the back of his neck and he continues. “Be honest, did you know that- that you had this disease before I found out?”

“Jeongin…” You’re about to shake your head, but then you remember the deadline. The deadline by which, you’re no longer going to be here, no longer going to be able to cuddle Jeongin during movie dates, no longer be able to even look at him from afar, or close for that matter. In other words, you didn’t want to end your days with him based on a lie.

Therefore you sigh, breathing out a ‘yes’ as your shoulders droop down.

You can hear Jeongin’s shaky sigh too.

“W-why?” He clenches your hand tightly, sadness mixing in with what you can only call disappointment. “How could you be so selfish?”

It's too late to take back those words now.

“Wh-what?” You raise your eyebrows, feeling scared at his sudden question. “Jeongin, I wanted to be sure-”

Oh who are you kidding? Jeongin and you both know that you’d hidden it because you didn’t want to accept it. It’s too late to change that now.

And Jeongin seems to know that too.

“Don’t- Y/N.” His breath morphs into sharp inhales, as though he’s downright angry at your actions — you know he has every reason to be — still, it doesn’t ease the pain in your heart. Or maybe that’s just the flowers.

“Do you think this is a joke?” His sobs grow louder in fervour, and you feel yourself break at the sight. The room is so, so quiet that you can hear his faint mumbles. You can hear the cries his heart screams in agony, letting you go is painful for him. The thought, rather the sound, only makes the plant in your heart grow further.

“Y/N- did you not think of your mother? Of me? Did you not think of what would have happened if you left us? You think it’s gonna be easy on the both of us? On everyone?” His gaze stern and his voice stable, you don’t get affected by his words, but you do understand what he means — and maybe wish that you could’ve reversed your actions.

“How could you, Y/N?” He gets up from where he’s seated beside your hospital bed. “How could you think that this would be the most appropriate action?”

Jeongin knows he’s angry. Jeongin knows you’re going through a lot. But he’s too.

He’s not angry at you, not at himself, but fate. He’s mad that this is your fate, that you have to go away so soon. He’s mad that he can’t do anything to help you, in any manner.

You don’t say a word, which only causes Jeongin to sigh — disappointedly, again — and walk to where his coat is hung against the edge of his bed, picking it off and pulling it over him in a hurry. Every cell in you wants to scream at him, apologize for what you did, but your voice feels small, almost like you can’t force it out of your throat.

He goes towards the door that leads to the corridor, stopping for a second before turning to look at you.

“Are you gonna tell me, at least, who this person is?”

“W-what?” Things are too confusing right now.

“Hanahaki comes with unrequited love, Y/N. Are you gonna tell me who didn’t return your love?”

“You didn’t” You want to say. But then again, you stay quiet, not being able to handle the intensity of the moment.

Jeongin wants for two seconds, then sighs and shakes his head. “Whatever, I guess.”

And then he leaves.

In the next week, your health goes down drastically. More of petals expelled out of your lungs, more blood dripping from between your lips, more of your mother’s horrified expression as she runs away from the room while the doctors tend to your coughs. More sobs from your mother when she thinks you’re asleep, more melancholic smiles when you’re awake.

But you feel so empty.

Every piece of you feels like it’s being ripped apart. You can’t even sit up without someone’s help, of such intensity is the pain. The pain of knowing that your love would never be returned. 

The pain of knowing that you hurt the person you loved truly.

You were put on your oxygen mask 24/7, and instructed to not take it off whatsoever. Your medication stopped taking it’s usual effect, and if anyone saw you the way you were outside the current circumstances, they’d have assumed that you haven't slept for 8 days and were going to crumble into the earth any second.

“Honey?”

You gasp at the sudden intrusion to your thoughts, turning around to see your mother, sitting next to you and holding your hand with her own. You hum as a response, clearly unable to respond more than a mere mumble.

“Did you and Jeongin fight?”

A pang of guilt floods through your nerves at the mention of your friend’s name. He’d come to visit you only once in the past week. Perhaps even he couldn’t handle the fact that your death certificate was ready to be signed soon, and was trying to not be tormented by the fact. Or perhaps he was just angry.

“W-why?” You croak.

“I convinced him to come stay here while I go pick up a fresh change of clothes, but it took me quite a bit of arguing.”

You feel sad for her. She’s clearly paranoid — you can hear it in her voice, the shake lingers throughout. Yet she holds it in, trying not to let you worry about it.

You don’t answer her question. The last thing you need is for her to get mad at you too, though you doubt it. Your mom has never been the kind to yell at you for anything — provided, you’ve never given her a reason either.

“Do you think he’s mad because I didn’t tell him about the person who didn’t return m-my l-lo-ve…?” your throat goes dry towards the end and your mother quickly hands you a glass of water. You chug it down and sigh in relief, breath still short.

“Is that person him?” Your mother questions with her gentle, soothing voice one that can make you relax on the first listen. There’s no use lying to her, you figure. She knows you too well to do that, plus, like you said, you couldn’t bring yourself to end your days with her on a lie.

“Yeah…”

“Oh sweetheart,” She brushes some of your hair off your face, sitting down again before drumming her fingers against the back of your hand gently. “I don’t think he could be mad at you.”

“But he is. Didn’t y-you see? He didn’t bother to meet me as much after our argument. He’c c-clearly mad.”

“Hmmm,” Your mother ponders. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope. I have known him for a while, dear. He’s been with you for more than five years. Maybe he’s having trouble taking this in? Just like…” Your mother stops after that, but you know the completion.

Just like her.

“I’m sorry, mom.”

You simply don’t get it. You should be scared. You should be sad and devastated that your end was going to come soon.  You should be thrashing around and crying and wailing in despair — you just don’t have  the energy to even bother about your end. It’s depressing, but you know there’s no way you could avoid the inevitable, or get your lover to return your love.

Love wasn’t supposed to be something forced, it had to happen naturally. And if Jeongin didn’t develop it naturally, you just had to learn to live with it. Or not.

“Don’t be, darling. Everyone deserves to love, just like how they deserve it back. I wish it could’ve ended differently.”

“It’s alright mom. He loves me too… just not on the way I love him.”

You sniffle as a single tear runs down your chin, though you and your mom aren’t given enough time to speak more when you hear a familiar voice at the door. 

“Hey Mrs. L/N.” Jeongin says, shrugging off his half snow-covered coat before hanging it onto the bedside. Did he seriously walk in the snow? All the way here?

“Hello, Jeongin dear.” Your mother stands up, picking her coat before moving to fish the car keys from her purse. “Thank you for watching over Y/N while I’m gone, darling.”

“It’s no problem, Mrs. L/N.”

“Oh, so formal.” Your mom chuckles, though in her despaired state. “Y/N, you get some sleep, it’s about midnight dear.” She leans over to kiss your forehead while Jeongin excuses himself to the washroom, and you nod. 

“Good night mom.”

“Good night, and don’t worry about him. He’ll talk to you eventually.”

Oh, how reassuring. “Mhm.” You smile, closing your eyes to drift into slumber before Jeongin returns, because the last thing you need right now is to feel sad and cry over how you’d hurt him.

By the time the sound of the door clicking resounds through the space, you’re already asleep.

 It’s way past midnight. Jeongin shouldn’t be up. 

Somehow, he still finds himself seated next to your bed, staring fondly at your calm features as you finally get the rest you’ve needed for the past few days. 

Oh, he wouldn’t be able to compare your sheer beauty to even that of the moon; even when you’re in such a fragile and vulnerable state. Your eyelashes are still and unmoving where they sit against your skin, your breath is calm and slightly wavering as you struggle to breathe slightly. 

His hand slips into your own gently, and his heart melts when you shift, tightening your grasp on his warm skin before falling into a slumber again.

Why was he mad in the first place? Jeongin feels dumb for acting so quickly on his emotions, especially when you’re in a bad place at the moment. He wants to wake you up and apologize, but he can’t, because you’re sound asleep — and that’s a good thing, since seep comes so scarcely to you these days.

Then, a single tear falls from his eyes. His thoughts traverse to the dream he had the previous night — you, cold, dead in his arms. Him, sobbing, trying to wake you up but you’re really gone. He can’t even hear your mother’s cries from behind him, because he’s devastated to know that you’ve left him. The dream had woken him up in a cold sweat — it was then he realised that he’d committed a mistake, and agreed to come visit you, because you had about 5 days left.

His thoughts then traverse to the conversation you had with your mother, while he was standing outside in the cold hospital corridor, curiously listening.

“Is that person him?” “Yeah…”

When he heard those words, countess, infinite thoughts crashed at his head; all at once. Nothing made any sense. The reality of the situation was dawning on him too quickly, and Jeongin was having a hard time processing it. 

You loved him? He was the person who didn’t return your love?

“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” He mumbles in confusion — so much confusion, so much hurt — he wanted time to just stop for awhile and give him a fair chance to analyze the situation.

But, once all the initial thoughts were out of the way, only one question remained:

Was he the reason you were going to die?

Jeongin felt like a murderer — like he’d just stabbed you in cold blood. He knows it is’t like that — just like you’d said, love should come natural. So why did Jeongin feel so bad? WHy did he feel like he was the one at fault?

A fond smile crosses his lips when he remembers the book where you keep all your flowers safely. Who would have thought your fondness for flowers would morph into the reason for your demise?

Quiet, hushed in the midnight wind, Jeongin gently brings out the rose he’d picked from his satchel. It’s almost relieving to see a rose in it’s true glory, without scattered petals or blood covering the flower. A part of him grows sad that you won’t be able to gush over flowers together anymore, he won’t be able to see your smile anymore. It hurts him. It stabs his heart over and over again, and Jeongin is pained — almost like he’s being put to death slowly — he wants the pain to end, but only suffers and suffers.

The stem has already been cut and the thorns have been thrown out. Jeongin leans over to tuck the flower behind your ear, fingers brushing against the almost cold skin at the back of your ear before letting another tear slip from his eye, running down his cheek and falling on your palm.

A strange, oh-so-strange feeling creeps up on him. It’s like… a fluttering in his heart? Jeongin can’t quite place it — heck, he doesn’t try to make sense of it. There are more important things to look at, right now. He suddenly has the urge to pull you into his arms and gently murmur sweet words into your ear — seems odd for a situation like this, but oh well, feelings are feelings.

He pats your hand gently and smiles, before moving to sleep on the smaller bed in front of your own. Not allowed to go far, though, because your grip on his hands tighten almost immediately, and Jeongin tightens to look into your eyes, sparkly and slightly droopy from the intrusion of sleep.

“Y/N, go to-”

“Stay.” You mumble, feeling your voice choke as the petals threaten to spill out for what seems like the millionth time. Yet, you manage to spill out another, “Please?”

Jeongin feels like he’s about to cry. Your expression is so, so hopeful, he can’t bring himself to deny. He wouldn’t in the first place, because who was he to deny what could be his friend’s last wish?

A sob bubbles up his throat, but he swallows it down, smiling with melancholy before following your weak pull on his hand, genty climbing on your bed before slotting himself between you and the steel grill that prevented patients from falling down. He gently tucks his hand under you and pulls you close to himself, tensing up for a second when you wrap an arm around his own, gently rubbing on it before drifting off to sleep. You want to cherish this moment — this could be the last time before you could never see him again. Fuck your medication for making you so drowsy. Or not, because you were certain you would start crying, and that would certainly not end well.

The whole room falls silent for two seconds, and you fall asleep almost immediately. 

And then, Jeongin releases all his tears, and everything comes crashing down on him. He breaks apart.

The world was too cruel to you. He was cruel to you. He can’t believe that in less than a week, you’d be gone. Gone from earth. Flowers had lost all their beauty for him, the moment he saw you coughing them up on that couch during movie night.

He wanted to do anything. He wanted any small sign to show that you would stay with him. He was in so much pain, he couldn’t accept your fate. He wanted to grab your hand and pull you to himself, keep you close, he couldn’t let go, he couldn’t give you up, he couldn’t —

“I love you.” You mumble unconsciously in your sleep, and Jeongin loses it then and there. His throat feels dry as tears flow and flow and don’t cease no matter what. His body shakes like a sobbing child, but thankfully you’re knocked out from the effect of your medication. He hasn’t cried this hard in a while, guess there’s a first time for everything. The three words pierce his heart, and they suddenly hold more meaning than anything — Jeongin wants to hear those words on a loop; he feels strangely ecstatic when you say them.

And so, with a shaky voice and a sorrowful tone, Jeongin replies after pressing a kiss to your forehead — “I-I love you, t-too.”

His eyes flutter shut and he basks in your arms just one last time, holding you close to himself as he finally, finally finds himself at peace, next to you.

When your mother finds you both snuggled up and asleep together, a smile crosses her lips. A hopeful smile.

“Are you ready for your scan, Y/N?”

You feel oddly light today — one would say it’s because your body was close to shutting down completely, but your throat felt a bit, a tiny bit clearer and less barren than a fucking desert. Nevertheless, the scan does make you nervous. This would make clear how long the flowers would take to reach your throat — the doctor’s estimation was about three days, which seemed way too short for Jeongin.

Oh, how embarrassing it was when the nurses, all giggly and mushy-eyed, found you snuggled with Jeongin like a teddy bear at the early hours of the morning, waking you and Jeongin up and only cracking up more at your bewildered expressions when you find yourself tangled with each other.

Before the scan, Jeongin had held your hand softly, leaning down to press another kiss to your forehead. You’d shyly smiled, nodding before letting the nurse drag you to the scanning room.

The details of the scan itself aren’t important, it went pretty well — as decent as a scan could possibly go. You’re able to cooperate with your nurses pretty feasibly, you feel the sudden urge to get out of your wheelchair and try walking. Sure, you can still feel the choked feeling in your throat and the burn in your lungs, but somehow, it’s just a tiny bit lesser than usual. Maybe it’s because your painkillers are working more effectively. Maybe.

Jeongin’s waiting for you outside when you’re led out of the room, and he smiles when he sees you.

You don’t even remember what you’d said the previous night. All you remember was passing out while Jeongin was in the washroom, and then waking up to him cuddled up, warm and snug next to you. His features were clear and calm as the ocean on a sunny day, a small smile on his lips, as though he was dreaming about something happy. You hope he did, because that boy deserves the happiness.

“You seem energetic today.” Jeongin says, taking note of your perky demeanour, that only causes you to giggle slightly. 

Sure, you don’t remember the happenings of last night, but he does — and he’d promised himself to cherish every last second. Because in the end, it’s all he can do — for leading you to this state, for getting mad at you and wasting precious time in which he could’ve stayed with you. He’d promised to not let you live your last moment sad and desolated.

“I feel light, for some reason.” You mumble with a broken voice as Jeongin takes the wheelchair from the nurse, listening to what she has to say before bowing and nodding, leading you back to your room.

“What did she say?” You ask, fiddling with your thumbs.

“She said your scan results would come in an hour.” 

“Oh… alright.”

For some reason, you’re too joyous today, after the little surprise you got as soon as your eyes opened. You can’t seem to bother about the end— you want to live in this moment, right now.

When you come back to the room, Jeongin lifts you up bridal style, causing you to gasp before placing you down onto the bed. The nurse waiting there quickly fixes your IV and helps you sit into a comfortable position (though it’s hard when thorns keep pricking at your ribs) before bowing to the both of you, and leaving.

Your mother has once again left to go fix up the house, leaving you in the trust of your best friend. You aren’t complaining though, especially when Jeongin sits down beside your bed, taking your hand in his before playing with your nimble fingers — just like always.

He looks gorgeous today. After a lot of nagging from your mother, he’d used the hospital bathroom to wash his face and comb his hair neatly, and you’re happy about that because he looks fresher and happier than ever. You want him to be smiling and happy, even when you leave, because… did you need a reason? You just wanted him to be happy and content with his life.

The thought invokes an angsty feeling of melancholy, but you brush it away, trying to focus on Jeongin and the silence that drops on the both of you like a warm blanket. You smile softly at him, gently letting go of his hand before tucking a few strands of his hair behind his ear, almost melting when Jeongin’s eyes flutter close.

“Hey Jeongin?” You call, grabbing his hand once again and interlacing the fingers together.

“Yeah?”

“When I… leave,” You notice the twitch in his expression, but nonetheless, continue. “Will you bring me flowers every week?” 

You remember the red rose you’d found tucked behind your ear when you woke up — it had dried up a bit, but nonetheless, it was one of the prettiest objects you’d ever seen — even though there was a whole bouquet of them spewing out your mouth every two seconds.

“I will.” Jeongin sniffles. The thought of having to visit your grave every week to bring you flowers is immensely saddening, but Jeongin agrees anyways. He agrees, for you.

It’s the least he can do.

It’s funny how you say “leave”, like you’re going to your hometown for a month-long vacation and not actually like you’re going to be buried any time soon. Jeongin thinks it’s because you don’t want him to get too sad over his loss — a stupid thing to wish — Jeongin knows this loss is going to affect him in more ways than one.

“Jeongin, d-don’t cry…” You cup his cheek, gently brushing your thumb against his cheek and wiping away the tears that fall, one by one. Jeongin shakes his head, placing his palm on your hand and smiling at you.

“Can you do me another favor?”

“As many as you’d like Y/N.” He says. He’ll do anything you want — it’s your last wish after all.

“Bury me with my flower journal, please?” It may seem like a weird claim to bury oneself with a dusty old book, but Jeongin understands the significance — you want to hold onto those memories you made with him while writing it together, while picking flowers together and all those happy moments you exchanged.

Jeongin tries not to let his voice break again. “I will.”

You beam at his acceptance. Jeongin feels the slight thump of his heart against his chest, and a warm feeling envelopes him from inside. He’s suddenly overcome with an urge to press delicate kisses on your eyelids, though he tries to shoo it away, because it isn’t the main point of focus right now.

But soon your mother walks in, and it’s all small talk and deep conversations with her at the same time. You have breakfast, persuade (more like force) Jeongin to scarf down his meal and giggle about some random jokes thrown here and there, until the doctor comes in. Both Jeongin and your mother stand up, bowing and wishing good morning while you do too. Wish, not stand up. You’re basically tied to the bed at this point.

“Mrs L/N, I’d have had a word with you in private, but I think Miss Y/N needs to hear this too.” 

“What is it, doctor?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and Jeongin’s grip on your hand tightens, thumb rubbing over your skin to soothe your obvious tension. The doctor slides the transparent, firm sheet off it’s envelope before letting the sunlight hit the back of it, in order to enable a clearer viewing.

“This is… the most unusual case I’ve ever seen, but —” He points to a junction on the scan. “The flowers have actually reduced in amount, and they've separated from the windpipe by a whole two inches. See?” He points at the edges of the lungs and at the windpipe, but you understand what he means. The flowers are there, no doubt, but it’s almost like — a whole stem of them just disappeared into thin air.

Of course this could’ve been because you coughed them up, but the coughed up flowers go instantly, or so you’ve heard. There’s confusion written on all of your faces right now.

“Is that why I was feeling lighter and easier to breathe today? Because the flowers withered off and gave more space for air?” You ask in your low voice, and your doctor nods.

“Seems like it. Do you have your previous scan?” Your mother hands it to him quickly after a great deal of fishing out of her purse.

He places the earlier scan behind the newer one, and suddenly, you can see what he means. It’s almost like they shrunk — you don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but nonetheless, you’re happy you can breathe a bit more.

“What does this mean, though?” Jeongin asks, bewildered at the strange news. The room is so quiet and the tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, and you can see both your mother and Jeongin waiting for the doctor’s words.

“It means that we’ll take another scan tomorrow, a deeper one. And check if the flowers are actually collecting somewhere else, or just disappearing. And if they are disappearing…” He trails off, and you giggle when Jeongin and your mother lean forward in anticipation, though curious yourself.

“She’ll be home by Christmas. Or even earlier, if the recovery speed is fast.”

“Y-You mean… I can be cured?” Your voice shakes with hope, and the doctor smiles sweetly at you, before nodding.

“Yes dear, you’ll be the first patient who’s walked out of this place cured from hanahaki.”

At that moment, it almost feels like every flower inside your chest wilts out — you feel so light, so ecstatic. You’re over the clouds at the news, and don’t even hear your mother’s cries of thankfulness before the doctor heads out.

“Y/N!” Jeongin exclaims, ignoring the fluttering feeling in his heart and the burn in his cheeks when he cups your own. “You’re gonna come home!”

You shake with soft sobs, and smile at Jeongin.

“I’m gonna come home.” Provided the scan tomorrow showed a positive result, but you don’t bother to mention that part.

And the next day, when your scan results come back, a huge smile adorns your face, and your mother is in tears. Happy tears.

The sunshine is overly bright today, leaving you squinting for sight, especially when you’re seated in a garden out in the open, book in one hand and the other one resting against the cool, moist grass. The air holds a musky forest scent, and you revel in the feeling of the shivers the cold air that cuts through skin brings.

The park is relatively empty for the morning — you’re glad it is, because it brings on a sense of calmness that you seem to like. The surroundings are just perfect — you don’t want anyone to disrupt your mood right now.

So yeah. The story ends that way. You recover, bit by bit, though it takes a whole bunch of time. There were times when you still had to cough out those petals, but you couldn’t be happier — it felt as though you were spitting out those vicious thorns that had tormented and threatened your life. The doctors had no idea how you’d managed to recover — but this was an interesting case to put into their portfolio, so they weren’t complaining.

And oh, you had Jeongin to help you through all of it, of course. 

It had taken you two weeks to be discharged from the hospital and be able to finally walk again, but when you did it — you felt like a whole new person, in a whole new world. Sure, you had to hold onto your mother or Jeongin wherever you went for the first week or so — it was almost like your legs had turned jelly.

When you returned home, Jeongin insisted that he take you to the garden every day, and when you complained that you couldn’t walk, he’d lifted you into his arms (bridal style, again) and carried you all the way there, and then given you a piggyback ride you all the way back home.

Eventually, you ended up telling him the truth — that the unrequited love that caused everything was because of how you’d fallen for him. You figured he deserved it, especially when he’d stuck with you the whole time without any hesitation and helped you whenever he could — he was truly one of the nicest, kindest people you’d ever met.

Of course, you were surprised when Jeongin only smiled and told you that he knew what you were talking about, and then proceeded to narrate how he’d overheard you in the hospital. Giggles left his lips when you gave him that meme-worthy look, making him shake his head before slinging and arm over his shoulder.

Surprisingly, that night ended just like the books — lovey-dovey confessions exchanged in the warm and intimate setting of the night sky, over shy smiles and lingering kisses. The both of you finally gave in to each other.

Huh, so maybe you were wrong about them — books — after all.

So when, your love was returned in the end, every flower in your chest had finally disappeared, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“You know when I brought you here I wanted you to help me pick flowers and not read a book?”

You laugh at the voice that comes from behind, closing the book shut before placing it on the side while Jeongin takes a seat beside you, hissing at the slight coldness of the grass. Ah, what a romantic scenario — green and colorful flowers as far as the eye could see, a book that you’ve been trying to finish but have never been able to because your boyfriend keeps interrupting you with his random outbursts of affection, and said person sitting right next to you.

“Well, you keep interrupting me all the time!” You chuckle, sliding a hand behind his shoulder before pulling him down to lie on your lap, and Jeongin complies. A sigh of content leaves his lips when he feels your fingers comb through his hair to rid them of any tangles — Jeongin feels stupid to not realise how much he loves you. It feels nice to call you his, feels nice to be able to say I love you, in all of it’s true meaning.

“What, I can’t cuddle my girlfriend now? Come on,” He takes your other hand in his, turning onto his back to look up at you before pressing his lips to the back of your hand. You feel the heat creep up your cheeks when he calls you his girlfriend, still not being able to take it in without growing immensely shy.

“You crybaby, fine. I’ll read the book later only because I love you and you give exceptionally nice cuddles.”

“Hmm, good.” He mumbles sleepily, eyes fluttering shut in calmness when he feels your fingers brush away any stray locks of hair that may get into his eyes. The reaction to your touch is so immediate these days, Jeongin thinks it’s a part of his routine now. Spend at least an hour admiring you in all of your happy, healthy glory.

Meanwhile, you’re sitting there, admiring his features in silence. His hair has grown longer now — Jeongin refuses to cut it no matter your endless verbalizations of how his original haircut looked better — and a small part of you has grown fond of this look too. His warm skin, and his sparkly eyes when he looks up at you, the bright, loving smile that he displays before getting out of your lap, kissing you on your lips to break you out of your focus.

The action only makes you more shy, and Jeongin laughs, cooing at your behavior before standing up, dusting his clothes off the dirt and extending his hand for you.

“Lend me a hand, will you?”

The line seems vaguely familiar and you’re overcome with a sense of deja vu, but nonetheless, you give him your hand, standing up before picking up your satchel and handing him his own.

“Now are you gonna pick a rose for me or do I have to do it myself again?” Jeongin raises an eyebrow and smirks, and you frown, slapping his arm before walking off to check all the flowers in their bushes.

“Hey, wait for me! Y/N!”

When he reaches you, he slides a hand into your own, interlacing the fingers before looking at you lovingly.

“I love you.” You both say at the same time, giggling at each other soon after — perhaps at how well you knew each other to time the confession so well.

So, this is how it ends. While you do think that things could’ve been handled differently, you’re glad that everything went the way it went, because in the end, you’d found him, he’d found you, you’d discovered your feelings together. You loved each other.

Because love and a red rose could never be truly hid.

but what if she had never recovered?

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