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ilyuu · 4 months

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sweet aroma & ink.

ft. kazuha, scaramouche & xiao.

warnings : modern au, college au, florist!kazuha, barista!scara, songwriter!xiao, cursing (scara), ooc, strangers to friends (to lovers), i’m putting that in parentheses because it’s more implied than anything.

a/n : this was an old draft i’ve had like,, months ago that was 3/4 of the way done before i’ve given up on it so,,, heh surprise? :D

kazuha.

that one florist that gazes at every single flower, bouquet, that comes in his touch with a brush of fondness. whenever he talks, his voice and words brings spring to mind.

it catches his eyes with its colors, scents, and meanings, its feelings, in the droplets that clings onto the petals - that and he catches the eyes of everyone who passes by, inside the small space or by windows. he greets with every one of them with a gentle smile, his eyes softening, and sweeps them off their feet.

his days are more than alright to him - after classes, surrounded by the fruits of all inspiration and poetry, he likes to think, and brings in nothing but comfort.

and a ring of a bell tugs him out of his thoughts.

the look in your eyes is like a breath of fresh air.

there’s something about it that makes it more of a pleasure to talk to you - whenever you stare at a flower in particular, star-shaped petals, a pure white as smaller ones are a violet, as it hangs its head, he’s tempted to simply go off on a tangent on its beauty, though simply sticks to the book on its name.

“hoya belle,” he says, and his voice, with how warm and soft it sounds, is music to your ears already. “that’s their name. a gentle sight, is it?”

“it really is.” there’s a sort of awe in your words that he chuckles to himself at, catching your attention. “oh?”

“apologies. i didn’t mean to laugh.”

“ah, no worries. i do seem to be excited over flowers of all things… can’t really help that part of me.”

“and there’s no need to. no reason to hold back your adoration for them either. it’s alright.”

your eyes widens just a bit before turning your head to the side, wearing a smile that’s all over the place that he can’t help but do the same, looking away with a huff of his own.

“can you… tell me a bit more about them?”

his eyes lightens. “of course.”

and you take it all in. with every word he says, it only lights up a question, which further coaxes him to say more. for those few minutes, he indulges you as much as he indulges himself; his curiosity in you simply growing by the second - that is, until the small bell chimes again, and the world around the two of you seems to slip back into place.

you profusely apologize for taking up his time and he shakes his head (a voice asks “what time, when it all felt so short?”) he excuses himself and, while tending to the trickle of customers here and there, his eyes kept straying back to you.

off to the seed packets hanging on a racket, off to dote on some of the flowers on display by the windows, off to the ceiling and walls with slithering ivy that adds its charm. he captures every little moment.

so it came as slight surprise for him, for some reason, when you came up to the counter, holding a packet of their same flowers the two of you were talking about earlier. “this one please.”

he simply smiles.

something bloomed, and no, it isn’t the flowers.

you come to visit him here and there, and his shift seems to pass by a blink of an eye whenever you do, enjoying the seconds, minutes, and hours on all sorts of flowers at first, before moving on to each other. it’s to the point that you’ve already exchanged numbers!

and you drift away a bit too swiftly for his liking whenever it’s time for you to head out. he makes it out with the rest of the day with the quiet promise you’ve made to him that you’ll spare some time to see him soon.

he catches himself staring at the door whenever business is a bit slow, and only chuckles at himself for his impatience.

scaramouche.

that one barista that makes coffee rather flawlessly, always a distinct taste to each other - sweet or bitter, scorching or cold, and so on.

just a way of earning money, that’s all; it’s good, so he can’t complain much about it. …other than the many, many eyes that stares at him from a distance, and the lot who asks his number. it’s the moment he opens his mouth that either, they’re disillusioned from their fantasy, or they only grow more enamored with his charm.

it’s something he’s grown used to at this point, as much as he doesn’t want to be, and, though he has the pleasure of seeing a familiar face here and there, he doesn’t have much to say about it.

and a new order comes to the counter. it’s 10:13 PM.

a new face. his shifts are longer than life itself, so he’s come to remember a few regulars time from time as a passing thought, so whenever one he doesn’t recognize pops up, they pique his interest for a bit before it fading just as swiftly.

you didn’t, and for good reason too.

“we’re closed.”

“i know, i know, but it’ll be real quick!”

he should’ve locked the door first thing after the last customer left. he heaves a sigh, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose as if it’ll do anything to whisk away the person at said door - aka you. his other hand held the stick end of the broom, sweeping up what others couldn’t even throw away even when it’s five inches away from them.

he digress.

“if it was real quick then you should’ve been here before we closed.”

“i mean… if you think about it, it technically helps the economy.”

“by a fucking perc- no, maybe even less than that.” for the umpteenth time in these five minutes alone, he sighs. he looks up, and you stare back at him. the quiet stretches on for a bit. “…will you leave right after if i do?”

you perk up. (cute.) “yeah!”

at that, he sets the broom aside on the counter and, with a wave of his hand, beckons you over just so he could get it over with. all you wanted was a pair of cake pops which he physically cringes at. it didn’t escape your notice.

“not a fan of sweets?”

“i’d rather keel over and die than eat one.”

“i’ll take that as a no then.” a puff of laughter leaves you and it somewhat lightens his mood. silence follows again and it’s the same as before - it’s not a bad type of quiet. “…the cookie ‘n crème one, two of them.”

“eh, not bad.”

“you tasted them before?”

“only once. …don’t give me that look, it wasn’t because i wanted to, alright?”

“s-sure… pft.”

he huffs. it feels like a load off of his shoulders and chest for some reason, and he’s not going to start question that now. it’s too late for that and every part of him is aching from standing around for too long, from evening to nightfall. it just seems that you make said pain fade a bit into the backdrop.

nothing much to think about.

the two of you start to meet each other a lot after that one night - at the same time. you keep coming in late, he caves in, the two of you banter for a bit, and then you leave with your cake pops. then the cycle repeats.

it’s a nice little routine to have at this point, and, as much as he likes to deny it, a bit of a highlight of his day.

you don’t come in every night, of course, yet those nights seems to be the most loneliest boring of all.

then those meetings ooze into evening, few, seldom, but he finds that he doesn’t mind that much if it means seeing you.

you find yourself being a part of his life and as he is to yours.

he makes your coffee a bit more bitter. and, yeah, sure, a bit might be a understatement from the person who likes bitter things… maybe that’s why your features scrunches up at the first sip and, from the first time, your gaze grazed over the counter, only to soon land on him - it’s satisfying seeing the way your face falls with flattened eyes.

he asks himself why he hasn’t turned you away that first night sometimes. eh, maybe it was just because you were fun to talk to, someone he can pass the time with.

just maybe.

xiao.

that one songwriter that’s always found at one of two places - the cafe or the flower shop. says that it gives him the inspiration he needs, and the truth of it is in the way his hand jots down word after word in his notepad, humming a quiet tune to himself.

he seems to fade into the backdrop whenever murmurs start to grow around him about him - eyes a pool one can drown in, eyeshadow a nice touch, his hair adding to his look. hey, at least some of their compliments (those were compliments, yes?) acts as some lyrics.

nothing for him to complain about - other than the sea of oohs and aahs he’s heard, aimed at him or one of his friends (which is putting it lightly, he thinks), the silence he’s always lived in is something he welcomes with a nod. not much that he wants to change, other than to pursue his dream.

and said dream makes space for one more person.

he’s starting to see you more often.

whenever he has a moment to spare after classes, you’re there. his spot at the corner of the café - the world around him falling quiet to the melody he’s testing, bittersweet and soft in his headphones, and then sees you not too far off from your own seat, taking a tentative sip of your coffee.

it proves not to be enough as a sudden wave of bitterness rushes on your tongue. xiao catches the way scara turns around, his shoulders shaking subtly.

his spot hidden away in pots and all sorts of flowers - there’s this burst of beauty he can’t pin, staring at how the petals swells, just shy of its time to bloom. he starts stringing a line of words together, enough to try and describe a simple sight into a lyric, only to then see you strolling in with a wave.

it’s as bright as the sun itself, shining through the panes of glass. xiao catches the way kazuha returns the gesture (with a bit more of his calmer energy.)

other than the fact that you’re new, he didn’t know much, and he wasn’t interested to. that’s the thing - all past tense. it’s the little things he starts to notice about you from a distance… as a bit creepy, as scara had so kindly put it, as it is.

he can’t find a reason to talk to you. that and neither does he feel is right to just walk up to you and start a conversation. so… maybe… for now… this’ll be alright.

of course, change is nature. nothing was going to stay the same forever just for familiarity, as much as he silently wished for.

he forgot a small item - a pencil, something he could easily replace. in memory? in feeling? as you walked up to him that one time, telling him that he left said item on his usual coffee table as you held it at the palm of your hand?

his mouth felt dry all of a sudden.

“…thanks,” is all he said. his hand slowly settled in yours, curled in, and, in record time, pulled back.

“no problem!” that smile of yours already lights up a fire on his skin, something that he can practically feel. he blows out a sigh as if the heat in him will seep out.

“if there’s nothing else then i’ll…” he’s already turned his head to the side, both an indication of his direction, and as to mask the color on his cheeks that he’d prefer if you didn’t notice.

“wait!”

and wait he did. he didn’t even notice how his hold on the strap to his case tightened just a bit, didn’t even feel the rough surface against his hand.

“oh, sorry that was, uh, a lot louder than it needed to be. wow.” the heat in your face is starting to set in, and, now, he didn’t quite mind feeling as warm as he did right now.

“it’s alright,” and nothing else than that.

“a bit awkward, but i’ve always seen you around and, well… i’d always thought you were pretty cool.” you’re scratching the back of your head at this point; it’s also at that exact same point he realized just he lik— admires you. “so i was wondering whether you’d like if we…”

you laid out your other hand to him.

“…be friends?”

he hesitates, his fingers curling into the palm of his hand, but only for a moment. xiao then recognizes the warmth in your hand sifting into his, and vice versa - tingles thrum through his skin.

it was from both your touch, and the smile on your face, it has to be.

“i’m [name].”

it took him a bit to recall his. “…xiao.”

“nice to meet you, xiao!”

and you said it in a way that made him think you meant it.

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xthewhiteravenx · 8 months

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Sam and Colby Fanfiction MasterList

COLBY BROCK:

[+18] Werewolf!Colby Brock x Reader: A Dance with Death [part i] [part ii]

Bonnie & Clyde AU: Your Bonnie, My Clyde [part i] [part ii]

Reincarnation / Angel AU [X]

Demon!Colby x Reader: [X]

Moon!Blinked/Insane!Colby: [X]

Full Fanfiction: “Dandelions” [X]

"The Escort" [X]

[+18] FeralAngel!Colby x Reader [X]

Red Riding Hood AU [X]

Vampire!Colby x Art Student!Reader [X]

Post-Apocalyptic AU [X]

Time Loop Romance [X]

Dark Waters: Mermaid x Colby [X]

SAM GOLBACH:

[+18] Gangster!Sam x PersonalAssist!Reader [X]

Vampire!Sam x Reader: [X]

Dark Occult Studies x Sam [X]

SAM GOLBACH X KATRINA STUART:

Witch!Katrina x Warlock!Sam [X]

THE TRAPHOUSE:

The Trap House Intelligence Agency [X]

The Trap House At Hogwarts [X]

The Krac House At Hogwarts [X]

Trap House: Glee AU [X]

Trap Girls: Witch Coven AU [X]

Sam/Colby/Nate: Warlock Coven AU [X]

Trap House: Lost Boys AU [X]

Trap House: Breakfast Club [X]

Trap House as Greek Gods and Goddesses [X]

Hangover Movie AU [X]

Trap House: Old Guard AU [X]

ARYIA/BADBOYWOLFY:

[+18] Aryia/Badboywolfy x Reader: Coming Home [X]

COLBY BROCK X AMBER SCHOLL:

Vampire AU [X]

High School AU [X]

The Purge AU [X]

AMBER SCHOLL:

Rainy Day In Paris (w|w) [X]

Day At the Art Museum [X]

Andrea Russett x Amber Scholl: girlfriends [X]

COLBY BROCK X SHEA ELYSE:

Wendigo!Shea x Werewolf!Colby [X]

SOLBY:

Vampire Lovers AU [X]

Demon!Colby / Human!Sam [X]

[+18] Howl and Fang (Werewolf AU) [X]

Hoya Bachu Forest AU [X]

Estes Method [X]

[+18] Titanic AU [X]

Movie Night [X]

Silent Hill AU [X]

MidWestern Gothic [X]

[+18] Zombie Apocalypse AU [X]

Hunger Games AU [X]

[+18] Hell Hounds [X]

Beastly (Horns AU) [X]

Top Gun AU [X]

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ryanscabinlife · 8 months

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I never understood people’s obsession with sun-stressed hoyas. I’ve always thought that they looked sickly. But I’m kinda loving my Hoya Erythrina rn.

21-Aug-2023

#hoya #hoya Erythrina #houseplants #house plants #indoor garden #hoya lovers #house plant #plantcore #plant collector #plant collection #my plants #plantas #plantable #plant journal

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eternity-in-your-eyes · 2 years

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I guess I've had a thing for variegated hoyas lately

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Nahoya x male reader

Omegaverse

No one expected Nahoyas "smiley" Kawata to be absolutely whipped for his mate, the smiling alpha doing anything the omega asked with only minimal snark.

" 'h-hoya..." (Name) gasped out as he leaned over the counter, nahoya crouching behind him with a leg lifted to get better access of (name)s sweet little ass as he ate him out, groaning at the taste as slick coated his chin "taste so fucking good baby" nahoya said cheekily as he pinched one of (name)s ass cheeks, grinning as he continued his feast of eating (name) out and making him moan like Nahoyas little whore.

The Toman executive had just gotten home when he saw his sweet lover making dinner for the two of them, finally home on time to enjoy his meals hot and just the sight of (name) do domestic and pure...made him want to destroy him on his cock.

His blazer was abandoned on the kitchen Island and his chin soaked with slick, eyed dialated and dinner completely abandoned as he wanted dessert.

"Fuuuck..."

"What a fucking delectable fucker you are, always fucking needy for my mouth and cock"

"Please...."

"Please what? I'm not a fucking mind reader baby"

"Please alpha... Fuck me"

(Name) knew the affects of calling Nahoya by his secondary gender had, holding back a grin only to yelp when the pink haired man man handled him and tossed him over his shoulder "now you're getting it you slut" and smacked (name)s thigh as they walked to the soft and plush couch, being a Toman executive pays well.

It pays for this nice penthouse.

It pays for the fine foods.

It pays to keep his Omega happy and safe.

Nahoya would never admit it but he would do anything for his mate, the two had been bonded since high sxhool and Nahoya never regretted a second, how could he? His pretty Omega was absolutely perfect in every way.

He was an angel compared to Nahoya.

"God I'm gonna fuck you till you're properly pupped"

"Please alpha... Fill me with pups..."

Nahoya grinned wickedly as he unbuttoned his dress pants and freed his cock and pumped it a few times, rubbing the tip against (name)s slicked hole before pushing in with one thrust "F-FUCK!" (name) cried out as his body convulsed and climaxed as Nahoya bottomed out "always tight like a god damn virgin..."

"Alphaaa~" (name) was already babbling as Nahoya began fucking (name), harsh and fast thrusts that had (name) beinf pushed back and forth against the couch as Nahoya lifted a leg over his shoulder and began fondling (name)s cock and biting and sucking at his chest and moaning at the thought of them being filled with milk.

"God can't wait for you to be full of my pups.."

"Alpha..."

"Take what I give you"

(Name) came a multitude of times and was shaking when Nahoya finally knotted his babydoll, filling him with cum "gonna get you knocked up"

"Do you really want pups 'hoya...?"

"I wouldnt lie about wanting you full of my pups baby" nahoya said with his usual smile "you ready for another round"

At the nod Nahoya began fucking again.

If (name) didn't get knocked up, Nahoya would be surprised.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #nahoya x male reader #nahoya x reader #nahoya smut #smiley x male reader #smiley x reader #smut #omega male reader #omegaverse

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plant-asylum · 1 year

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#hoya carnosa #krimson queen plants #plant friends #indoor plants #plant lover #green plants #plant blog #spider plant #money tree #pothos #hoya #variegated

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pretentiousgayguyidk · 2 years

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Hello

Can I get uuuuuuh

Smiley x male reader where smiley says something dumb and kind of hurtful to reader and has to basically do some ass kissing because his friends called him out for hurting readers feelings

OMFG YES OF COURSE! We love Nahoya in this house. (Also love how my favorite fuckin author on this app is my first suggestion AND it's Nahoya- honestly this is great)

CW: Mentions of self harm, reader has old self harm scars

(Name) smiled as he slung his arms over Nahoya's shoulder, resting his chin on top of the other's head. The two often greeted each other in such fashion usually only earning a small kiss on their hands, this time though, Nahoya was rambling. (Name) wasn't necessarily listening to the conversation as he rants to his more quiet brother. When he happened to tune in, he wasn't very pleased by his boyfriend's... Ignorance.

"I don't really understand people who like, cut themselves. I saw a chick with scars like that earlier, I just really don't get why someone would do it." He rambled, (Name) felt a lump form in his throat, he was glad the uniforms had long sleeves. After a second he excused himself, claiming he needed to use the bathroom. He rolled up his sleeves a little and glanced down at the light pink scars before rolling his sleeves down. He had been clean for a long time but hearing his own boyfriend mention it's made a chill go down his spine.

(Name)'s anxiety slowly turned to slight anger and irritation at his lover's lack of empathy, causing him to avoid the other. Which lead to Smiley trusting his brother with the "top secret" mission if trying to find out why (Name) was so angry with him. Which lead them to their current situation. Hoya hiding in a bush, watching intently as Souya approached (Name); who was kicking a rock down the street.

"(Name)! Wait up!" Souya called out, chasing after his friend. (Name) paused and looked up, smiling a little.

"Hey Angry." He mumbled, making Nahoya strain to hear him. Souya rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, glancing over at Nahoya then back to (Name); trying to find the right words.

"I- er... Why are you avoiding Hoya?" He drew out the question, sounding more questioning to himself than to (Name). The other's smile turned to an irritated pout as he crossed his arms, his hands subconsciously covering where his scars would be.

"Nahoya's so ignorant sometimes." He grumbled, huffing a little. The word "ignorant" pierced through Nahoya almost comically, slightly damaging his pride. He never thought himself to be ignorant, hearing it from his boyfriend was certainly unpleasant.

"Yeah, he kinda is sometimes. But what did he do this time." Souya asked, emphasis on "this time" making Nahoya lower his head, gritting his teeth in irritation. I swear I'll kill you two. He thought, squinting at (Name) and Souya, quietly willing for their heads to explode; almost childishly.

"God, remember when he was talking about the girl who had self harm scars?" (Name) asked gesturing with his hands at nothing, he always talked with his hands more than usual when he was mad. Souya nodded at his question. "Well at first when he said it I was anxious that he'd find out about my scars, but now I'm just- just straight up angry at his lack of empathy! I mean, you don't just point out someone else's scars, that's so rude! And he didn't even consider that maybe, just maybe that some people can't handle their own emotions that well, or- or that they have a tough home life and have no way to take out their frustrations!" He rambled. Nahoya and Souya sat there, stunned into silence at the other's rant.

"W-wait, you self harmed?!" Souya asked, slightly alarmed. (Name) huffed and crossed his arms again.

"Yeah yeah, I used to, but I'm clean now. But hearing someone be so ignorant as to why people do always irks me to no end." He grumbled, Souya nodded a little. Now everything made sense, the little semicolon tattoo on his hand, and the fact he usually, if not always wore long sleeves. Nahoya sat there, a small, slight pout on his face. He would have to do some serious ass kissing to get on (Name)'s good side, he's seen how bad his grudges get. Sometimes (Name) will hold a grudge out of pure spite of the person, not even because he's upset at them.

Souya glanced over at the bush again then back at (Name) who sighed dramatically. "Hoya, get your ass over here. I know you're over there... You're not very good at hiding." He mumbled the last part; which was true, Nahoya's strawberry blond hair stuck out like a sore thumb against the green leaves of the bush. He slowly stood up and stepped over it to face (Name) a small pout on his face.

"Hi..." He mumbled, not daring to look up at (Name). The other glared at Nahoya, at least untill he saw his boyfriend's cute little pout. He tried his best to keep up the irritated act, trying to spitefully hold a grudge... And slowly failing.

"You have something to say? Nahoya?" (Name) hissed leaning closer to his boyfriend, making the Kawata twin look at him. He slowly looked up to properly look at his boyfriend, tensing up and shivering at the ice cold glare on his partner's face.

"I'm so sorry!" He shouted, bowing steeply. The other tapped his foot, waiting for his boyfriend to continue.

"And?" He asked, Nahoya sniffed a little. He hated people being mad at him, expecially his darling boyfriend.

"I'm so so sorry for my ignorance, I didn't realize how messed up it was untill you mentioned it! Please forgive me!" He shouted, his head still tipped forward. (Name) pretended to contemplate it, making Nahoya tense up.

"Hmm, add in a few dates and I'll think about it." (Name) said making Nahoya look up a smile on his face.

"You mean it?" The twin's lover held out his pinky, the hand that had the semicolon tattoo.

"Pinky swear." Nahoya giggled and intertwined their pinkys. Once the deal was sealed he practically pounced on (Name), making him stumble back as the fluffy haired boy nuzzled into his neck. Who knew Nahoya could be so clingy after a week of ignoring him? (Name) sighed and pat his emotional boyfriend's head. Angry raised his fist in victory, looking off put instead of the usual murderous glare.

"...How long have you been planning this?"

"Four days..."

#nahoya kawata #male reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #nahoya x reader #nahoya x male reader #fluff #tw self harm mention

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