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cognitosclowns · 2 years

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THE POST ABT THE GANGS LAUGHS KS IMMACULATE here's a couple other prompts. the gangs hugs, handshakes, or sleeping habits just bc I love your characterization!!!

HHHHHHHHHHHH THE TEMPTATION TO DO ALL OF THE ABOVE AND WRITE AN ESSAY IS,, SO FUCKING TEMPTING ANON YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAAA.

YOU'RE GETTIN HUGS <3333 EEE ALL SFW, JUST SOME CUTENESS.

Tw : brief weight mention!

THESE ARE GONNA BE GOODBYE HUGS. A BIT ROMANTIC I GUESS,,, DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING SPECIFIC IN MIND BUT RRR <33

REAGAN

WE SEE IN THE,,, BRETTFAST CLUB EPISODE THAT!! SHE'S OK WITH HUGS FOR PPL SHE'S VV CLOSE TOOOO!!

So if you're her close friend or s/o? YOU,,, MIGHT GET AN ACTUAL HUG? Not just a little Pat Pat? LIKE ARMS FULLY AROUND YOU? Quite Shocking Quite Surprising

She tends to wrap around and grab the shoulders!! It's One Firm Motion that slowly disconnects, like a hydraulic press?

'don't die, I'm too tired to plan a funeral' SHE CARES SHE CARES she really wants you to get home safe <333

SHE MIGHT MESS WITH THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS TO GIVE YOU AN EASY RIDE HOME <333 NOT HUG RELATED BUT,, VERY REAGAN.

BRETT

HE LIFTS YOUUUUU STRAIGHT UP. He makes a big 'H-yup!'

HE HUMS ALL THROUGH THE HUG <33 he smells So Strongly Of Axe Body Spray but,, its ok bc he's grinning like an idiot. So happy. Hugs rock.

He'll like,, bounce his knees?? Like going up and down?? MNSDMS ITS HARD TO DESCRIBE.

HE ALSO DEFINITELY LAUGHS. just a happy little giggle <3 he loves hugs, idk what you expected. Might nuzzle his nose into your shoulder!

HE MIGHT MAKE HIS 3: when you two gotta pull away. GIVE HIM ANOTHER HUG, HE'LL LIGHT RIGHT BACK UP

'one of us has gotta let go, or you'll never get home ! :)'

BIG WAVE WHEN YOU LEAVE!!

GIGI

OH,, just,, the happiest hugs. She hugs like she's got Pure Joy flowing through her. Saying goodbye is never a sad affair with Gigi Thompson!

SHE'LL PROBABLY MAKE SOME JOKE ABOUT YOUR HEIGHTS.

'If people keep getting taller im gonna need new legs.'

'if you wanna stick around i could just shove you in my purse <3'

JUST,, LITTLE THINGS <3. SHE LIKES SEEING YOU SMILE.

ARMS RIGHT AROUND THE WAIST <3 synched in like a belt!

SHE DOES THAT THING WHERE, SHE SHIFTS FROM ONE FOOT TO THE OTHER!!

SHE DOES LA BISE <3 she picked it up from living in France for a few years for a Big PR Campaign she working on, and it stuck!! A kiss on the cheek before you're off <3

ANDRE

SURPRISE ATTACK! YOU'VE BEEN TACKLED! NO ESCAPE!!

he'll tackle you onto the nearest couch and just lay there with you

'sorry i can't let go ://// tragic guess you've gotta take me home with you now <3'

SNBDSNDB HE'LL LET GO EVENTUALLY. until then it's a buncha jokes

'Nice weather huh?' while his face is Accidentally Buried In Your Chest, etc. HE ONLY LETS GO WHEN HE MAKES YOU SMILE <33

If He's Not Out For Blood lmao, HE THROWS HIS ARMS AROUND YOUR SHOULDERS. he's pretty lanky so it gives him a leg up for Yanking ppl in!!! Big, tight Squeeze before letting go.

MYC

'GOTCHA!' TENTACLES ALL TENTACLES WRAPPED AROUND YOU. Feels like you're being JUICED with how tight his hugs are.

he might do some,, like,, tricks? Like turn you upside down or smth and be like 'watch outttt,, might drop you ;) its okay if you hit your head you don't have a lotta brain cells left to lose'

(DW,, he'd never drop you. His tentacles are surprisingly strong, he's just a dick <3)

'ok ok ok ok..' while he brushes you off after, fixes your hair a bit. Might make some comment about how you shouldn't take a specific road bc it's gonna be clogged, etc, etc.

He Does Care, Hes Just A Brat.

'hate to see ya leave, but i love to see ya walk away' IS SUCH A LINE HE'D SAY. I HATE IT. HE'D ABSOLUTELY SAY SOME SHIT LIKE THAT. <3 INSUFFERABLE.

GLENN

BEAR HUG BEAR HUG BEAR HUG.

God,,, you could just melt. The warmest, softest thing in the WORLD. He might even pick you up and swing you around, if he's feeling particularly fuzzy <3

YOU DON'T WANNA LET GO EVER EVER EVER. SOFT SOFT SOFT WARM WARM WARM.

THIS,, REALLY LOVING, HUMMING LAUGH?? it cracks him up that most ppl are tinier than him?? Look up and it's all teeth <3

HAIR RUFFLES NO MATTER WHAT <3

doesn't matter your weight, he's gonna mention you need to put some meat on those bones!! It was too easy to pick you up!!

'Be safe soldier' grgkrkg <3 lots of shit like that. Just,, half-teasing army slang n stuff?? YEA THAT'S HIS JAM <3 Maybe a little,, Two Finger Salute and a wink when you exit out the door.

ALPHA-BETA

He,,, might not be that good at hugs-

HE DOESN'T DO THEM OFTEN OKAY? When he says goodbye he much prefers,, A Dainty Kiss on the Cheek, A Handshake. hugs are not his first instinct smdnsd.

When he first wraps his arms around you,, it's kinda tense?? He doesn't Squeeze first - he wants to see how hard YOU squeeze, and work around that.

It's still gonna be a Little Too Strong, sorry. Kinda knocks the wind outta you.

HE,,, is actually soft and warm?? You definitely wouldn't expect it bc he's 99% metal but above that metal is SILICONE. HE'S ALSO A COMPUTER SO,, he has the same Dull Warmth of pressing your hand to the side of a computer.

Fussing With Your Clothes When you Two Pull Away IS A Love Language. He'll passively adjust your shirt n sleeves with,, the Barest Of Smirks.

feels like,, hugging a bushel of twigs. He's extremely lanky smnds. Very little softness except a bit at his stomach

he just,, automatically Sighs happily <3 even if you two are saying goodbye, it's so nice to get a hug once in a while.

he either rests his head on your shoulder, or head. Either way you're getting some nuzzles.

It's like all the energy in his body Drains when he gets hugged. his brain is usually moving a mile a minute, and hugs kinda reset that? Doesn't matter how he was before, The Hug sends him down to Baseline. His shoulders slowwwllllly droop, His muscle lax, <3

'got everything? Keys, wallet, phone - I could spot you a cab...' THIS IS HIS WAY OF SHOWING HE CARES <333

Even after you two pull away, you're getting some Tight Arm Rubs while he takes you in <3 He'll always tell you too Be Safe <3

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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I NEED TO SEE THAT LUPIN VS GREYBACK FIGHT HOLY SHIT THE WOLF IS A N G R Y ALSO- sirius’s reaction after the game 😏 maybe if you feel comfy with that if not it’s fine i just feel like sirius would go buck wild if he saw remus fight lmao. o r——— remus being vv bossy and dominating and- you get the idea lmfao. work your magic, love, ill love it regardless of what you do with it ❤️

Anon, this ask made me laugh so much when I first saw it. If anyone has computer skills, please record a live reading of this and send it to me so I can giggle for all eternity. I love you.

As requested, Sirius’ POV! It’s almost 2k words again and some of the dialogue is the same as Remus’ POV, but since he was in an......unreliable headspace the first time around there have been some changes. I hope you like it! Credit for Coops/ Sweater Weather goes to our savior @lumosinlove

TW for a panic attack, fistfighting, and scabs/ bruises/ minor blood

Sirius was so gone for Remus Lupin it wasn’t even funny. The whole game, he had been a force to be reckoned with on the ice as he dodged checks and slammed two goals in without breaking a sweat. Remus had gone to bed anxious and awoken with a determined set to his mouth that was incredibly attractive, though Sirius had been unable to properly appreciate it at the time.

Then Leo got hit, hit by Greyback of all people.

Sirius hesitated at first, torn between rushing to Leo’s side or going to beat the living shit out of Greyback for what he did. Finn crossed the ice with Talker and Kuny on his heels and they carefully pried Leo off the posts—oh, god, he looked like he was in so much pain—while a flash of black and furious red slammed Greyback down. Remus?

Greyback seemed too shocked to fight back as Remus landed hit after hit on him, pinning him to the ground with one hand wrenching the front of his jersey until it nearly tore. Sirius had made the foolish mistake of thinking yesterday’s emotional breakdown would be the end of his nerves, but no; no, this was the culmination of years of looming terror.

By the time Sirius got his arms around Remus and tried to pull him off, Greyback was a wreck. His lips was split and both eyes were already swelling with purple-black bruises as he stared up in shock. “Let go!” Sirius shouted over the stadium noise. “Re, you have to let him go or you’ll get in trouble!”

“—fucking let me go—”

“Stop it, this isn’t you!”

“—if you even breathe on them again—”

“Remus, sweetheart, that’s enough!” Sirius heaved backward and Remus came with him, writhing in his hold like a cornered wildcat. His threats were low enough that Sirius could only make out every third word, but the pure, unbridled venom in his voice was palpable. “Just—just stop fighting me, love. You have to breathe, Remus, take a deep breath.”

“Get off me, I’m not done with him yet,” he spat, struggling to break free. Remus was strong, but Sirius was stronger—his arms didn’t budge as he leaned back against the boards and nearly lifted Remus off the ice.

“Yes, you are. Leo’s going to be fine.” Sirius grunted as one of Remus’ sharp elbows caught him in the side. “Greyback’s going to get kicked out but you need to stop.”

Remus’ sudden weight as he slumped was a surprise; Sirius nearly dropped him. His whole body shook for a second and he grasped at Sirius’ hands. “Leo—around the goal post—“

Sirius wasn’t entirely sure what reassurances came out of his mouth, but they must have been good enough, because Remus listed to the side and stopped thrashing entirely. “Lupin!” Coach barked as Sirius pulled him off the ice. Please don’t be angry, please don’t be angry. “What the hell were you doing out there?”

“ ‘m sorry, so sorry, Coach,” Remus wheezed, leaning all his weight into Sirius, who scrambled to catch him. His face had gone from flushed to alabaster pale, almost gray in the bright lights. His pupils were so dilated there was barely any of the warm amber Sirius’ loved around the edges and every breath was shallow. “Fuck, wasn’t thinking, ‘m sorry.”

Coach visibly rocked backward, his gaze flickering to Sirius’ face. “Alright, Lupin, why don’t you head back into the locker room for a bit. Black, make sure he’s okay.”

Thank you, Sirius mouthed as he wrapped one of Remus’ arms around his neck. Coach nodded silently and he felt his eyes follow them as they headed for the tunnel. “You’re okay, sweetheart, just hang on for a moment—”

Remus mumbled something and dropped like a stone.

Sirius’ knees smarted with pain as they hit the ground, but he was too consumed with Remus to focus on that. He couldn’t seem to decide what to do with his hands, grasping and grabbing at the walls blindly. “Remus, look at me. Come on, you’re okay, just open your eyes.”

“Bad. This feels bad ohmygodIhithim.”

“You did—”

“Sirius.” His voice cracked and Sirius’ heart broke. “Sirius, I hit him. ‘m not scared, just angry.”

“I think you’re a lot of things right now,” Sirius murmured under his breath. “Can you open your eyes for me, love?” Remus sucked in a few harsh breaths as tears slipped down his cheeks, but soon frightened amber met grey and Sirius reached out to hold his arms. “It’s just us right now. We’re in the tunnel.”

“So much happening. Can’t stop shaking.”

“I know, Remus, just take your time. Let it out. I love you so much, you know that? You’re okay now and you can just hang on to me. I’ve got you.”

“Why do I feel like this?” he asked in little more than a whisper as he desperately reached out for Sirius.

“You just worked through a lot of trauma in under a minute, honey.”

“It is, it really is.” Sirius frowned; he started to wonder what Remus was talking about when he began…laughing? He was laughing. Okay. That was new. It wasn’t really laughing, just short, broken-off wheezes that were a cruel imitation of the little down-up that happened when Remus read a funny passage in a book or Sirius made a pun.

And then he cried, and cried, and cried.

So Sirius held him.

“I hate him, and I feel better,” Remus mumbled into his shoulder on the tail end of a heaving exhale. It was the first coherent thing he’d said since the ice.

“Ride it out, sweetheart, you can do this.” Sirius pressed a kiss into his hair as cold hands tangled in his jersey and strong shoulders shook. The guilt was eating him alive—how could he have missed this last night? Just how long had Remus been bottling this up?

“Pads?”

Sirius looked up at the end of the tunnel but never relinquished his hold. “Hey, Pots.”

James’ eyes flickered once to Remus and his heartbreak was clear. He had always been an open book like that. “How is he?”

A pause. “He’ll be better soon. We’re just gonna head home, I think. Any news on Leo?”

“Bruised ribs, no major damage.” James raked a hand through his sweaty hair. “Three weeks and he’ll be good as new. I’ll let the guys know you left, alright? Do you need a ride?”

“I’ve got it, but thank you.”

“Sirius.” Remus’ strangled voice made them both wince and Sirius rubbed his back gently as the sobs abated into trembling breaths.

“Keep me updated?” James asked, resting one careful hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

“I will.”

“Drive safe, Sirius.” And then it was just the two of them, twisted together as Remus slowly came back to himself.

Sirius didn’t say much as he led Remus to the car, both in their socks with their skates in his other hand. The drive home was quiet; Remus curled up against the window and closed his eyes immediately. The worst of it was behind them.

Even Hattie seemed to understand something was wrong, because she nuzzled Sirius’ thigh once and licked Remus’ hand before laying down in her bed and watching them leave. “Good girl,” he said softly.

Remus managed to get two whole buckles undone on his pads before Sirius stepped in with careful fingers and lifted the heavy gear away. The scabs and bruises on his knuckles had been hard to see in the darkness of the tunnel, but they were stark in the gentle light of their bedroom. Sirius took his hands and stepped into the shower, then turned the water on hot.

A slow ripple worked its way down Remus’ back as the steam rose and fogged up the mirror. Sirius reached for a bar of soap—not mine, he says it’s toothpaste on steroids—and smoothed the suds down his spine. “Is this okay?” he asked as the muscle jumped under his touch.

Remus sighed. “Yeah, it’s good.”

He worked his way up to his shoulder blades. “Are you okay?”

There were a few heartbeats of comfortable silence before Remus spoke again. “I think so? I feel lighter. I don’t know yet. Did I scare you?” His voice was fragile, but not laced with panic, just exhaustion.

“What?” Sirius laughed a little in surprise. Of course he scared him, what kind of question was that?

“Your voice was shaking when you pulled me away. I was worried.”

You were having the worst panic attack of your life and you were worried about me. Sirius’ knees nearly gave out with how much love flooded through his body. “You scared me a little, yeah, but mostly because you didn’t seem like you,” he admitted, sliding his hand up to wash the nape of Remus’ neck. He had been so tense on the ice, so viciously angry and vengeful in a way that Sirius would have never expected. He spat and snarled and flailed like he was going to die if Sirius held him a second longer.

“You were fighting me like I was going to hurt you, and then in the tunnel you just kind of dropped. I was expecting something to happen once the adrenaline wore off, but it was really fast.” He poured some shampoo into his palm and began working it through Remus’ curls.

“It felt fast. That’s nice.” Damp, soapy skin slid against his chest as Remus leaned into him, then turned to face him. His face was cast in shades of pink and gold again, and his eyes went soft as he looked at Sirius. “Hey.”

The breath rushed from his lungs. “Hey.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Do not cry, do not cry, nobody else gets to cry tonight.

“Are you…using my soap?”

“It does have an intense smell.” Remus looked up at him and smiled. “You make it work.”

“Thanks?”

The pre-laugh hiccup made the lump in Sirius’ throat return and he closed his eyes against the burn, only for a feather-light kiss to touch his nose and make him freeze. One pressed to his left cheekbone, then his right, then one to his jawline, and finally, finally, the lingering pressure of Remus’ lips on his own. Lean, strong arms settled over his shoulders and Sirius held his hips like the world would come crashing down if he let go.

“Are you ready to go to bed?” he asked, leaning in once more.

A wry smile, one that was so Remus it hurt, flickered over his features. “I’m not tired yet.”

“Okay.”

And as Remus dragged him into the bedroom by the hands, laughing at Sirius’ antics and lighting the whole damn place up with his smile, Sirius knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life right here.

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ironmansuuucks · 4 years

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Dark Nights

dewey finn x reader

hey guys, I have a lil anon request here! dewey finn x reader ! This is very angsty and dark so please be warned!! Reader has a scary train journey on her way home and needs Dewey to keep her safe and grounded once she’s home. I hope you are all ok!

(This is pretty heavy. But these are real life issues and situations that happen that shouldn’t and need to be brought to light about how wrong they are. This is only a little fic but more light and conversation should be raised.)

words: 1240

warnings: angst, mentions of sexual situations (18+!!), dark, fluff at end

I also reached out to @thewolfisapartofmysoul for an aesthetic to go with this one, so thank you vv much for this perfect fit

Nearly home, nearly home, nearly home, you repeated to yourself over and over on the tube home from work. You had been sitting on the train for almost 30 minutes, feeling sick and disgusted, not being able to take one more moment of the humiliation. You glanced over at the guy again. He was still staring at you. The tears were welling in your eyes and you needed to get off now. A tear escaped as you stood up and just about ran to the tube doors to get off. There was still one more stop before your own but you couldn’t sit there any longer. You were shaking ever so slightly and you felt sick.

You were like 90% sure that guy was sitting there, jerking himself off on the middle of the tube. It was completely empty. Only you him, and some guy sitting at the very front with earphones in. he kept looking at you and you just couldn’t do it anymore.

As soon as you were grounded at the station and heard the train leave, you began to sob. Hard. And rushed towards the exit. Needing to get home. You needed to see Dewey. You grabbed the sides of your jacket as you folded your arms, troubled water leaking from your anxious eyes. It was going to take you an extra half an hour to get home now.

You were all out of tears by the time you reached your apartment. Your eyes stinging red and your body completely worn out. It was hard to describe how you felt. Kind of empty, but shaken up and anxious. But, numb. You dropped your bag at the door, along with your shoes and jacket and grabbed your phone. Dewey.

“hey um, I really need you right now. I’ve had a really rough day and I need to see you” you text him anxiously.

He text back almost imminently.

“be over in five xx”

“can you bring me over some ben and jerry’s?”

“already on it. Peanut butter cup right ;)”

“and maybe one of your hoodies?”

“you can have the one I’m wearing. That way it’ll be nice and warm for you sweetheart”

“and can you maybe spend the night?”

“yeah I’ll work something out”

“or maybe even just until I fall asleep?”

“well that’s a given. And pancakes in the morning?”

You smiled, admittedly very sadly, for the first time since leaving work almost two hours ago. If there was one person that was going to save you tonight, it was going to be Dewey Finn.

You trudged your way to your bedroom. Your shoulders were heavy, and aching, your feet dragging you along the floor. When you got into the room you picked up one of Dewey’s t-shirts and a pair of joggers. Your peeled yourself out of your clothes, discarding them in a pile on the floor. you felt disgusted as you caught yourself in the mirror. You felt somehow used, and as if your body not all yours, as if you were in someone else’s skin. It was the worst feeling.

You picked up Dewey’s t shirt and threw it over your body. It had just been washed so sadly you couldn’t even smell a hint of him on it. As you were stuffing your legs into the joggers, the new lingerie you had bought caught your eye. It almost made you fell nauseous. You looked away from It and pulled up the joggers. Grabbing a bobble from the table and throwing your hair up in a bun, feeling exhausted.

You plopped yourself down on the couch in front of the TV, but you never put it on. Instead you sat and cursed yourself because you never said anything. You just let him do it. Your head was spaced out and you felt dirty.

Suddenly though you heard the door open, but you stayed still. Staring into a random space in the room, hugging your knees.

“baby? ba-“ Dewey starts as he comes in and shuts the door behind you, but he sees you sitting on the couch, curled up. He sits the bags and what not that he brought in on the counter, kicks off his shoes and he’s over to you in an instant.

“hey my angel, what’s up?” he says as he crouches by the couch and rubs your knee. His hair is manic and his eyes are troubled with worry. You look down at him and begin to tear up again “D-Dewey..” you sob very quietly.

Dewey rushes to action as he sits on the couch and pulls you into him. “hey, hey, listen sweetheart you’re alright… you’re ok, it’s ok” he soothes you, his cheek against the top of you head as he rubs your back. “you’re ok”.

He holds you for a while. Neither of you speaking, but he whispers praises in your ear until you’ve settled down enough to tell him what’s wrong.

You breathe him in. His scent calming you, and grounding you. His body pressed against yours reminding you that your safe. His fingers were soothing as they rubbed your back, and stroked your hair. He was here, and you were ok.

You explained to him exactly what had happened and how you felt about it. Dewey was absolutely livid, but he knew that you needed him to be supportive right now so he kept his vibe calm and soft for you, even though in his head he had already killed the jerk 18 different ways for hurting his baby.

He looked into your troubled eyes and his heart broke for you. He wished he could have been there with you, or if only he could take away your pain now. He pulled your head into his chest as he kissed your head. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.. but I promise I’m here now, and I’m not leaving.”

Dewey separated from you lightly and took off his jumper. “here, why don’t you jump in for a shower, I’ll stick your ice cream in the freezer and heat up the pizza I bought for us, and have it all ready for you coming out?”

You nodded, sniffling as he handed you his jumper. You inhaled his smell from it; so comforting.

* * * *

After some much needed pizza and ice cream, you and Dewey headed to bed, the weight of the evening finally lifting a little with your goof ball being around to cheer you up and keep you safe. You kept on Dewey’s hoodie for being so cold and a pair of cosy pyjama bottoms, and jumped into the sheets, as Dewey pottered around getting ready for bed.

“hurry please, I need cuddles so I can steal your body heat” you grinned slightly at him. Dewey chuckled, taking off his trousers and discarding them on the floor, before hopping in next to you and pulling you into his embrace “c’mere you”.

“Dew? Can you please rub my back?” you asked him shyly. “of course I can baby”. He moved his hand underneath your jumper as he began to trace little patterns and drag his nails very lightly along your back. It was the most comforting thing in the world.

The day began to lift from your heavy soul as you finally relaxed into his arms. He was there, and that’s all you needed to know. You were safe with him.

(I’m not gonna tag anyone in this just because i know its sensitive material!)

#dewey #dewey finn x reader #school of rock #dewey finn #alex brightman #beetlejuice #fluff #dew #angst #beetlejuice the musical

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wonder-wonpil · 5 years

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flower crowns ; kwp

genre : fluff

note : mafia au which is vv cute !

The sharp scent and bright colors from the flower shop on the corner of the cafe was unmissable. On the counter of the shop sat a girl, with the same coffee cup that Wonpil had in his hand as she sipped her latte, fingers delicately weaving the flowers.

The redhead (dyed) stared at the way her fingers carefully twisted the flowers, the way her eyebrows scrunched in a frown and her tongue slightly sticking out of her lips as she worked on the nth flower crown that day with full concentration.

Wonpil was on coffee duty that day, which meant buying coffee for himself and four other men. This was a cafe that he personally preferred and frequented for their delicious aroma and aesthetic latte art, and for the pretty florist that he hasn't gotten the courage to talk to since the first time she caught his attention, but never returned it as she was always too busy crafting flower crowns.

Why, you may ask, a person as good looking as he was very nervous to approach said florist? Because 1) he was just shy in general, and he was afraid of the teasing that will come by, and 2) he was a part of the local, not-to-be-taken-lightly mafia gang DAY6. DAY6 itself was a group pledged under the JYP Alliance. So even if DAY6 weren't already chaotic themselves, they had other well-known groups such as GOT7, TWICE, and so on to watch their backs.

So, even though he stopped by the cafe at least twice a week, he only stared at her from afar as the waiter asked for his name repeatedly, finally snapping out of his trance when the waiter raised his voice as Wonpil stammered out his name while fumbling for his wallet. It was always the same routine.

That was, until Wonpil took Dowoon, his trusted and closest companion in the group after a long day of work along with him. This time, the glances at her way lessened, as Wonpil tried to focus on the conversation with Dowoon - it was less noticeable, yes, but as a sniper, Dowoon had a sharp eye. Following Wonpil’s line of sight after he had spaced out on yet another conversation, he had to admit that Wonpil had a good eye, too - a good eye for women, that is.

The corners of Dowoon’s lips formed a cheeky smile as he turned back to Wonpil, who was staring oh-so-fondly at the florist. Calling him out for staring, a small tint of red covered Wonpil’s face as he tried to deny Dowoon’s - quote unquote - ‘false accusations’, but to no avail as Dowoon already caught up on Wonpil’s crush on her.

“Have you tried talking, maybe?” Dowoon suggested when Wonpil finally admitted that he’s been watching her for a while now. Wonpil let out a nervous laugh, fingers tapping on his cup as he let out a strangled, “Uh, no?”

Dowoon stared at him in utter disbelief, but decided to tone the judgement down a tad bit since he would know what it would feel like had he been the one in Wonpil’s shoes. Dowoon then leaned back on his seat with a groan, “Come on, be a little braver. How bad can it be, anyway? Just act as if you want to buy flowers or something.”

Despite his series of protests, Wonpil would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued by the idea of talking to her. So a few days later he found himself pushing the cafe doors open, instantly met with the sharp scent of Americano and roses - which oddly mixed well.

He contemplated of buying her coffee - would that be weird? Maybe, if it was the first time that he met her. So instead, he changed his route straight towards the florist, who was once again weaving flower crowns.

She was wearing her usual expressions, but Wonpil felt taken aback of how truly beautiful she was up close - almost lost his composure. The sound of his uneven heartbeat rang through his ears as he tried his best to ignore the urge to just walk back home and sleep as if all of this never happened. But the way she slipped a strand of hair behind her ear just captivates him, and he stood still.

Spacing out for the nth time that day, when he noticed her curious stare at him, he then blurted out, “Nice flower crowns. They’re very pretty.” and immediately regretted it when she stared at him with an unreadable expression - somewhat a mix of shock and pride?

That was, before the corners of her lips twitched up in a smile as she clapped her hands, “Thank you! I worked really hard on each one of them.”

I know, Wonpil thought, but it’d be creepy if he had said that. So he settled with a small mutter of, “It looks very detailed, indeed.” to which the florist smiled even wider, if that was any more possible. All these times Wonpil has only seen her smile from afar, and to see her this up close really took away his ability to speak properly.

“Yeah, they’re a good source of income for corner shops like this,” she told him with a small hum. “Usually couples adore them.”

“I can see why,” he nodded, carefully lifting one up to inspect it further. “Um, anyways, do you have gardenias? And a vase to go with it, maybe?”

Her eyes lit up again - Wonpil took that as a good thing as she disappeared behind one of the many racks of flowers before walking back out with a blue vase that vesseled the white flowers he requested for, “How’s this?”

“Perfect,” he mirrored her smile. She punched the cashier machine and Wonpil handed her the amount of money needed. Then she leaned on the counter as Wonpil held the purchased items in his hands.

“So, secret love, huh?” She teased, this time a mischievous grin playing on her soft features. Wonpil blushed, stuttering for an excuse before she laughed, “I’m joking, it’s okay. I think the language of flowers are really special. Besides, it’s not like I’ll remember your name or your face. I have a short memory span.”

The thought pained him a little, so he offered her his name, “Wonpil. My name’s Wonpil, and they’re not really for anyone,” he let out a nervous, choked laughter. “Just for decorations.”

A sense of indecipherable expression once again flashed across her face - it frustrated him how unreadable she was, even when he was supposed to be an expert at it - at the mention of his name. Reality struck through him and he feared that his identity was exposed. DAY6 wasn’t unheard of. Now what if she thinks he’s a creep?

“Sure, that’s what everyone says these days,” she smirked. “Have fun with your decorations. And thanks for stopping by.”

The red in his cheeks never lessened as he denied once again, and she laughed. After saying his thanks, Wonpil went back to their hideout and carefully set the vase on his desk as he softly admired the flowers he chose randomly - well, he did some research of what flowers would be pretty to lighten up his room, and stumbled across the gardenias - but it wasn’t like he knew the language of flowers.

Being a member of the mafia wasn’t all fun and games. It actually takes up a lot of his time, and every plan has to go through smoothly. Basically, it builds up stress for the young man.

A week later, Wonpil found himself feeling frustrated after one particularly frustrating mission where his target almost slipped through his hands. As he walked out of the washroom with a towel over his neck as he dried his hair, his eyes landed on the white gardenias that was peacefully sitting on the vase, despite the visible splotches of brown - a sign that they’ve dried, despite the watering that he’s properly given to them.

A rush of calmness ran through him - a sense of peace, of reassurance that he was still human, when he set eyes on those flowers. They reminded him of her. But the flowers were still beautiful even when they have dried - he guessed that everything dies in the end, anyway. It was inevitable, and he knew that. So Wonpil found himself visiting the same shop again.

“Oh, it’s you again,” she greeted him, an expression of familiarity crossing her features as she set the flower crown she was working on aside, dusting off the bits and pieces of the flowers. “Wonpil, right?”

His heart thumped like concert drums in his chest as he did an internal victory dance - she had remembered him! Unable to stop the smile creeping up his face, he nodded furiously. “Yeah, but you haven’t given me yours.”

She gasped before introducing herself. Wonpil etched all of this information in his mind, as it sure would come in handy one day. She was babbling something about how much she adored flowers, hence the profession, but Wonpil didn’t mind - he was too infatuated with her voice, the way it sounded like music in his ears.

She stopped abruptly, “Sorry, I tend to talk too much. Anyways, you’re here for…?”

“Right,” Wonpil shifted his weight to the other leg, hand rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. “If you want to start, say, a small garden in your room, what plants do you reccomend?”

Her eyes lit up, “If you just started, I recommend cactuses. They don’t require quite as many attention as other house plants, perfect for beginners.”

Wonpil’s mouth made an ‘O’ shape as he oohed before nodding enthusiastically as she giggled, disappearing behind the many racks of plant as she came back with variants of cacti in small pots, which really couldn’t be bigger than her own hand.

Wonpil just noticed that her hand had small scratches, some covered with bandages, the fresh ones left to be, and he frowned. Was it from the many flower crown weavings?

Scanning the cactuses, he chose the one that looked like the desert cacti - but tinier. He found it adorable, and she stated the price.

“Say, if you’re really really interested in starting a small garden,” she began as she took a piece of paper and started writing, “You can text me.”

And she handed him the piece of paper with her number on it.

“Or, if you don’t, you can text me anyway.” she shrugged.

Wonpil definitely hit the jackpot.

“C-can I take you out for coffee sometime?” he asked her sheepishly, and she let out the melodic laugh that Wonpil oh-so-adored.

“Sure,” she leaned on the counter. “I look forward to seeing your texts.”

Butterflies were the only explanation for the ticklish feeling in his stomach.

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