Y❀Y✿ @akindaflora - Tumblr Blog

I’m your head Gardner Y❀Y✿

All Bouqet request are currently closed :)

will be reopen once prior request are made! But my inbox and questions are open if you have a thought you’d like to share or to simply say hello <3

for now do enjoy the selection of made to order bouquets that this blog has available! And thank you for coming to this side of the web!

Made to Orders

some dividers by @/bronzewasp others are made by me through procreate and found images!

#blog intro

hi hi hi,

im so sorry I've basically been falling in and out of earth but life has been absolutely crazy. I havent really had the time to think or even bring myself to type anything. That and the tumblr file set up was driving me INSANE! So I dont know when ill be officially back but I will be organizing my drafts and hopefully I can get into a place to write again without everything being well everywhere.

I do have some drabbles, and one shots I've worked on occasionally and hopefully I can post those soon. As for Strange Cat, im hopong once I get organized I can get the chapters out. However I am planning to with hold until I can get a few chapters out so you dont have to wait too long as I work towards a somewhat finish.

There is so much I still want to do with this account and still so many ideas I want to share with you all. Im so terribly sorry I've let my writers block get this bad. I see you all still showing love to my stories and I hope to return that same love soon.

YAYA

#yaya yaps

saja-55

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

if you saw that no you didnt im still working on that!

YAYA OUT

#yayapping

chandora

chan loves thinking about you at the gym. not necessarily in a sexual way, though, it happens when he's missing you and his mind wanders.

no, not now though. because now like often, chan sits on the bench under the bar of the rack, listening to the airpod in one ear and changbin's distant grunts in the other. but all he can think of is you, and he smiles up at his reflection in the ceiling's mirror like a dork. her dork, he thinks to himself as a dimple makes its presence known.

he worked himself until failure through his sets, fueled on thinking about going home and having dinner with you. you were pretty particular about being in the kitchen alone, and chan would always sneak his way around you and wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your neck and pressing popcorn kisses into your skin.

he admires his arms in the mirror above, and for once, he doesn't scrutinize himself. you love his arms and how strong they hold you, and for him in this moment, that's enough.

his shoulders ache, and he knows you'll make him lie down on his stomach and declare that the masseuse is ready for her favorite customer. he'll snort a laugh into the pillow on his head, heart filled to the brim. you'll smack his bum and tell him he's said far more corny things.

there's redness in his skin where the bar was pressed into him. just a testament to his growth.

he lays there, and the song changes in his ear, causing him to raise his phone. and like clockwork, he sees you messaged him about a minute ago. your heart's long for each other even in distance. you asked him when he's coming home so you can start cooking, sending him a picture of the spread of ingredients on the kitchen island.

chan closes his eyes for a moment, a stupid grin on his face. maybe it's late at night. maybe he's still running off his rapidly beating heart. but he swears, he's never been more smitten in his life.

so, in turn, he directs the phone camera to the ceiling mirror, snapping a picture for you in feigned nonchalance and sending it to you. he only has to wait for a moment before he's laughing at the GIF you send, a wolf howling to the moon. cheeky little thing. you send a slew of "my handsome guy" and "come home quick, big boy" and it makes him sigh softly in the blissful feeling that washes over him. bashful. you're spamming him with niceties and he can't wait to get home and tackle you in a fit of cuddles like a clingy koala.

you'll fake-complain that he's sweaty and gross, and he'll mock you in a high pitched voice as he tickles his hands up your shirt... his shirt, to be exact. gosh, he loves you.

"ya, changbin... are you almost done?"

the sound of a dumbbell dropping on the matted floor echoes, and changbin's head is raised from the corner of the desolate gym. he already knows that lovesick look in chan's eyes. it's impossible to not have it down by now. changbin just fights a smirk and nods, to chan's secret joy.

there you go again on the phone. disarming him. not distracting him, but fueling him. chan grunts as he sits upright, triple checking his message thread with you before sending a final message. there isn't much to say, he'll hold you and caress you as he whispers the finer lines at home.

'i'm coming home now sweetheart. get started on dinner before i kick you out of the kitchen'

akindaflora

FLUFF FULFILLMENT

CHAT I FIGURED IT OUT I FIGURED IT OUT

#yayapping

Hii, love strange cat & wanted to know will there be more chapters before I get too into it?

hi 💗 thank you for your messages and to answer your question I do plan to add more chapters but I can't guarantee when as I've kind of ran into a block... I've rewritten the newest chapter so many times... im so sorry I can't give you a definite answer but I am working on it!

Y🌸Y🌺

#yaya answers

akindaflora

Lonely

P: Hyunjin x Female Reader

G: Angst, comfort, hurt

D: What does it mean to feel lonely? Is it like an illness you can suddenly cure? Will he have the so called cure? Or is it just a rash, festering in wilted decisions based on misguided love? Or are you both lonely, finding comfort in quiet moments and long looks that say more than any thesaurus… Do you love me?

Trumpets rumbled through the air, as the constant tapping of keys filled the quiet room. Objectively the room is warm but in between the lines, in the stares you both share, it’s like an active volcano, the cold air and heavy snow blocking you in, this feeling like obsidian. No were to go, no where to run, just a few bottles of wine and his eyes that bore into you.

“How long until it’s over?’ You ask, the question simple but loaded with feeling as you tried to look away from his eyes, glancing in between the words to take in his reaction or lack there off.

“As long as you avoid my question,” he said sighing as he reached for the half empty wine. You and Hyunjn had been doing this walk around for months. Meeting in the summer cooling each other off with ice teas, and light hearted dates. A cure to the wintering thoughts before you met him, before it became real.

You sighed, “Hyunjin, I-,” you began but nothing could follow. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to rewind the clock to those hot summer skies and cool nights. Not to the smalls pulls to each other, as the days grew colder. More real, more serious.

He sighed, rolling up his sleeves the heat becoming to much in the room. “All I did was tell you I love you, and that I wanted more than loose promises,” he said again now staring into the floor, his defeat seeping out in waves that sent shivers down your spine. Did you love him? Your mind leans to a yes, but the fear of the past, the reminders of your failures and the voice that whisper, its all to good to be true, left cobwebs in your throat. Not a word of comfort able to slip nor an explanation just another stillness in your insanity.

“Do you even like me?’ He asked after the hearing the drums thump around his mind and the room, afraid of your answer. You took a breath, which slightly eased the tension in his shoulders hearing any noise from you but he couldn’t fully relax, he wouldn’t.

“I like you,” you said quietly tears welling in your eyes.

“I really like you,” you said again whipping the strays of emotions that peaked. You shouldn’t be crying, you don’t get to cry, hurting him indirectly like this.

“But you don’t love me,” he whispered, you could no longer see the tall statues of a man. Nor the goofy smile when he looked at you, sicken with love. Just a small child afraid of the world, afraid of you. His own eyes, breaking in small waves of water.

“I-,” you couldn’t agree or deny, you breath catching in your voice. You felt blindsided even if you knew what you wanted. You felt the love that grew with him since the first time you met. You felt it in the way he held your hand, his thumb that caressed the back of your palm. When he would show up with a drink because you asked. Even the small hug he pull you in without saying a word, after seeing the unshared pain you hide. You thought that you had shared that love to him, in the ways you reach for him without thinking, in the ways you caressed his head bald or full of locks. Hopping to rub away any hidden pain. Or in the moments when you’d squeeze his hand quietly when you could feel the waves of his anxiety course through your spirit. He loves loudly, unashamed. You loved quietly, and afraid.

“I know you,” he said, “I know you love me, but,” another pause.

“Why can’t you just say it,” he asked quietly, the wine glass heavy in his hand, full of red liquid that he couldn’t find the strength to even drink.

A delicate piano filled the air, light in sound, chords in minor as the keys pushed out the room speaker. Fire kindling filling the silence as you tried to say why. Tried to voice the pounding thoughts that Hyunjin wanted to reach out to swipe away, his hand hesitant afraid to pull more, afraid you fall deeper in yourself.

The only noise you could pick up was the voice in your head, “I’m scared,” you whispered quietly. Swallowing the feeling of tears bursting, the hot swells of your eyes burning in the dry air.

“I’m scared,” you said again louder this time as if coming to terms with your own fears.

“Of loving me?” he asked, broken in sound as he finally looked at you again.

“No,” strong in meaning came soft from your voice your own smalll inner child breaking through your thick walls. Your body rattle with the cylinders of the drum set, “Of being alone,” you said meeting his eyes, but it was a mistake, the redness of his face consumed him. His hair ruffled from running his hand through it, so many times. The collar of his long sleeve top loosely hanging from his neck as he pulled at it.

“But I’m right here,” he said looking at you his face breaking into confusion as he scooted closer just a tiny bit next to you.

“I’m right here Y/N,” he said quietly wine glass abandoned as his hands hovered over you afraid that one touch would break you. Afraid of the fragile state he might have put you in.

“I know,” you said trying your best to sound convincing. “I know,” the tears now having freedom to spill from your eyes, hot and freeing releasing some of the foundation you built so thickly around you.

“I-,” you shook at the ease of emotions spilling out of you. “I-,” you tried again, but as Hyunjin tried to speak you held your hand pausing his plush overly red lips from talking. You needed to say this you need to find strength again.

“But what if,” you started again, angrily whipping the tears from your face in frustration from your lost of words.

“What if, we do this, I say those words, I let you in,” you said boring holes with your eyes into the hard wood floor. You swallowed the feeling again, “ I let you in, and it doesn’t work,” you said looking into his eyes. Trying to not focus on the riddle of emotions in his face as he watched you.

“And then I’m lonely again,” you said the word lonely breaking at the end of your tongue. You blinked rapidly, your eyes bouncing from the green couch to the blue painting to the dark night sky as the winter storm raged on, oblivious to the storm with in you.

“I can’t do that again,” you said your lips puckering curling into you, “I don’t have it in me to build myself up again and to then tumble like a jenga tower,” the metaphor causing you to huff out a small laugh. Yet the Lund of amusement did not match the tone of the room, died quickly as it came.

Silence filled the air again, Hyunjin processing your words, mulling at the sounds, taking them in slowly. His breath hitched, yours rumbled as tears fell down your face. You did it, you thought to yourself, you broke him. Your tears grew heavy.

“I can’t promise anything,” he said quietly scooting towards you his shoulder hovering near yours. The body heat giving small forms of comfort, that feel like torcher, a comfort you didn’t think you deserved in that moment. You bit your lip, preparing yourself from the quiet pain that had been brewing.

“I can’t promise anything,” he said again finding his words once more, the phrase cutting you like a knife.

“But,” he said in a whisper, “I can’t let you go,” he said louder, “I won’t,” your eyes finding his as he stared at you. The unspoken louder than the broken whisper that came from you both. It terrified you, not because of your fear of abandonment but because the love you felt for him, became to real.

“I can’t,” he said finally touching you, pushing the hair that hid your face away. Letting his hand graze your cheek as his thumb whipped the tears that spilled from your sockets.

“I love you Y/N L/N,” he said staring into your eyes, the water a constant stream from yours, lips quivering quietly. Your body limping into his touch relaxing into his will.

“I’d be ruin without you,” He said softly his other hand holding your other cheek. “I’d be lost,” he said his own tears spilling.

“I’m sorry I rushed you, but I don’t want you to pull away from me, I can’t loose you,” he said, his eyes switching from both of yours. As if searching for the love you carried for him.

“I love you, rather you decide to say it now or never, and that terrifies me more,” he spoke again, “You’ve become this beacon in my days. I don’t know, how a before you ever happened,” he said his head falling onto your shoulder as if the weight of his love was to much. Your arms stilled by your side. Your head leaning onto his, lost into his warmth, lost into his confession.

“Please just stay,” he said shaking as his emotions rattled him, “Please don’t leave me,” your tears spillling, you hands moving quicker than your thoughts as you cried into his neck. Pulling him close.

“Please,” he said brokenly. Hugging you tighter.

“Hyunjin,” you whispered calling him as if he was a thousand miles away, as if he wasn’t in you arms begging you to stay.

“Please,” he whispered. And you both sat there gripping each other as you cried, rocking into each other, comforting one another as you both tried to take comfort for yourselves. Tears staining each others shoulders.

“Hyunjin,” you whispered, the rocking had stopped, the grip you both held never faultering. The quiet sound of Cyrillic Aimee filled the air,

It’s all love she singed as you both held each other tighter.

“I love you,” you whispered holding him tighter as he cried again, not out of fear of you leaving but out of relief of you staying.

You cried holding him tighter, “I love you,” you said again between tears.

And the tears you shed

The hands you hold

It's all love

“Hyunjin, I love you,” you said again.

“I love you too,” he whispered.

AN/// I’ve been gone for too long it seems… too much to write, so many feelings, and pain its been buried in my bones. Crippling almost. And after a rough few nights, of feeling alone, came this. I don’t have much to say but I hope you don’t feel to lonely these days. Take care doves <3

Y❀Y✿

Permanent Tag List : @velvetmoonlght , @lezleeferguson-120 , @euphysia , @alondra6011 ,@mitskilvr84 , @fanficwriter5 , @nemtodd-barnes1923 , @hwang97janet

Borders by @/bronzewasp at the bottom and at the top @/mieluno

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin angst #stray kids angst #Hyunjin comfort #stray kids comfort