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welcome to my flower shop! please make yourself at home. ofroseates is a selective, independent, multimuse rp blog, penned with love by miki, (20+, she/her, gmt+9)

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thervnaways​:

                     “these? from the bin outside!” used cling wrap glistens as they raise one foot after the other, showing their ‘shoes’ off. though the alien has actual shoes in their closet, they still believe footwear can be made of anything. the animal they hold wants out so bad, it’ll probably jump at whatever june faces it towards. “no? why not? i’ve shown my utmost respect for her! i’m sure she’d show you the same amount of kindness if you do, too.”

opossums were regarded as feral, dirty animals that should be avoided at all costs, and minho ought to warn june of how fucking hazardous it was to hold one with their bare hands. he wonders how the opossum would go about when june sets it free: would it pounce on them? would it run off to the streets? “no no no no, no,” he squeaks out, “you have to bring that... thing back. to wherever you got it from.” then, he pauses in perplexity, “how did you even catch it in the first place?”

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silksfaerie​:

               “    eating   the   head   first   is   also   not   a   bad   thing   .    ”      she   points   out   as   well   as   she   takes   another   bite   of   her   gingerbread   cookie   .      “    and   it’s   not   like   this   gingerbread   man   is   alive   and   has   feelings    ,    babe   .    ”

“alright, but what if he did? what if we’re living in a universe where food was actually sentient, huh? like that raunchy sausage movie with seth rogen?” now, hazel is only arguing just for the sake of it, if the playful smile on her face is any indication.

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icec0ld​:

ever since he made the brave decision to write his number on sunkyu’s order, it has made him one of the happiest person on earth to be living right at that very moment. it’s a nice distraction from all the stress from studying and he’s thankful for sunkyu’s existence. he keeps on eyeing the clock, it’s one of the rare days where he ends work earlier than the other and so he decides to just hang around ice cold until it’s just enough time for him to walk across the street. he’s nervous, he’s never sent sunkyu back home before and he feels like a teen in love. just ten minutes before sunkyu ends, jeremy says his goodbye and makes his way to the school. hands tucked in his pockets, he shifts on his heels as he waits for sunkyu to walk out the gate. he isn’t really a person that likes to be surrounded by so many kids, but seeing sunkyu with the children makes him smile. when he sees the other, jeremy’s smile stretches from ear to ear as he waves sheepishly, “hi!” he greets, “ready to go?” ​

sunkyu makes sure to wait until his very last student leaves with their mother before he finishes cleaning up. he rushes through the rest of his closing procedure: erasing the blackboard, sweeping the floor, and making sure that there weren’t any items or books that had been left forgotten under the tables. he had made plans to meet up with jeremy after work hours ago, so he had enough time to mentally prepare for it. the moment he saw him lingering by the school gates a few minutes before dismissal time, however, sunkyu’s heart had begun palpitating. knowing just how demanding being a school teacher was, he had given up on dating when he started university, so the pulse racing, stroke-inducing feelings of fondness felt foreign to him. by the time he was jogging towards jeremy, sunkyu was afraid that his heart was actually going to burst out of his chest. “hi, yes! sorry for making you wait,” he says, trying hard not to wheeze through his words, “it’s getting really cold out, so wait inside the classroom next time, okay?”

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silksfaerie​:

               believe   it   or   not    ,    raven’s   getting   tired   of   these   games   with   hazel   .    she’s   tired   of   the   push   and   pull    ,    and   tired   that   she   only   sees   her   when   she’s   consumed   enough   alcohol   to   muster   up   all   the   courage   to   kiss   her   confidently   .    while   raven   was   okay   with   that    ,    at   some   point    ,    she   wants   something   real   to   exist   between   them   .    she   wants   to   go   on   a   real   date   with   her    ,    to   be   able   to   kiss   her   publicly   without   being   a   chicken   like   she’s   being   right   now   .    this   is   the   problem   with   people   who   gets   attached   so   easily   .    somewhere   deep   down    ,    raven   knows   hazel   feels   the   same   way   .    that’s   why   she’s   forcibly   rubbing   herself   to   someone   she   has   zero   interests   in   .    hazel’s   death   glare   is   far   more   interesting   than   her   company   . 

                  soon   enough    ,    she   hears   her   following   them   from   behind   .    raven   has   to   stop   walking   so   she   can   finally   meet   her   gaze   closer   this   time   .    a   mischievous   smile   curling   upon   her   plump   lips   .    who   knew   such   an   angelic   face   can   have   a   devious   idea   .      “    are   you   drunk    ?    again    ?    jesus    ,    hazel   .    talk   to   me   when   you’re   sober   .    ”   

despite the shot she’d consumed seconds ago, raven’s harsh words felt like a bucket of cold water, washing over hazel and sobering her up within seconds. “we were supposed to spend the evening together. why are you going off with somebody else?” she moves closer to raven and reaches for her wrist. “come home with me.” it’s not the alcohol that was propelling her to spill out the childish demands, but rather the confusion, hurt, and jealousy that she couldn’t curb anymore. hazel ignores how desperate, mortifying, and downright pathetic it was to beg for raven’s affection like this. still, she can chalk it up to being too intoxicated and emotional the morning after if things go to shit. 

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sallyeojwo​:

               his  eyes  widen  in  quiet  surprise.  kitae  takes  in  the  sight  of  robin  with  arms  full  of  grocery  bags.  this  thoughtful,  kindhearted  nature  is  one  of  the  many  things  that  draws  kitae  towards  robin  in  the  first  place.   “ gosh— “   kitae  laughs  sheepishly.   “ you’re  amazing.  thank  you. “   it’s  that  time  of  year  when  the  anniversary  of  another  lost  loved  one  approaches.  just  having  robin  here  keeps  the  grief  more  at  bay.   “ i’d  love  for  you  to  stay—-  if  you’re  not  busy?  can’t  eat  all  that  by  myself. “

 “you know i always have time for you.” as simple and superficial words may sound, robin means it. he’s loyal to a fault, especially when it comes to the handful of people he adored. kitae merely happened to be one of them. he feels his entire composure relaxing when kitae rewards him with a laugh—it’s contagious, and robin finds himself grinning. he’s always glad to put a smile on kitae’s face. “we can gorge ourselves with unhealthy food and put on a random netflix show?”

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0815165​:

chanwoo appreciates how the prince tries his best and it warms his heart seeing the older like this. he nods without hesitating as he beams at the other, “i’m sure it tastes great!” he cheers, even if it didn’t taste good, chanwoo isn’t going to tell him. he takes a spoon and blows on the spoonful that he’s taken before he tastes, eyes widening in surprise. “it actually tastes … good!” his smile stretches wider, “where’d you get the recipe?” 

“you have too much faith in me,” louis chastises playfully, but the doubtful, nervous look on his face dissipates upon seeing chanwoo’s bright smile. “really?” he asks, hopeful, “it’s actually good? i dropped by the bookstore and bought a cookbook.” although it could be said that it is old-fashioned to rely on cookbooks instead of simply searching for recipes online, louis prefers doing the former. it adds to the experience. “i’m happy you like it. i can breathe easier now.”

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scveno​:

—   closed  for  @ofroseates​.

      emerson had been aware of the other’s odd behavior, however subtle it may be. the artist was quite keen when it came to them, after all.  they weren’t the type to find discomfort in silence, but working on their project as the other just… sat there, t gave them an unsettling feeling in their stomach the more time went on. “hey.”  emerson calls out, the first time they’ve spoken to the other in what seemed like an eternity in two days.  perhaps their tone is a little too harsh, but it’s nothing unusual.  “your sleeve.” they point out to their wrists which had been sitting in paint, seemingly unknowing to the person before them.

“ah,” heidi looks slightly abashed as she snags a clean rug off the drying rack. she has been spacing out ever since she’d lashed out on emerson for being secretive a few days ago—so much that she’d gotten reprimanded by their professor for her ‘lack of enthusiasm’. she’s a few days behind her schedule, but she can’t seem to bring herself to pick up a brush and paint. it’s wrong to keep them in the dark like this, but every time she hears of their mutual friends babbling about emerson’s potential admirer, annoyance prickles at her skin. the room gets a bit colder even after emerson’s kind gesture, and heidi feels like the ball is in her court now. “i, uh, didn’t... notice. thank you.” 

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uphorism​:

               the   answer   doesn’t   sit   right   with   him   .    perhaps   seojun   was   expecting   a   little   more    ?    though   at   the   same   time    ,    he   didn’t   know   what   to   expect   from   him   .    one   thing’s   for   certain   .    he   doesn’t   think   it’s   too   late   for   micah   to   do   anything   .    just   like   it   wasn’t   too   late   for   him   to   do   it   either   .    as   a   matter   -   of   -   factly    ,    he’s   mastered   balancing   all   jobs   all   at   once   .      “    are   you    ?    contented   with   the   shop    ?    i   thought   i   was   fine   with   being   an   illustrator   until   i   gave   music   a   shot   .    now   i   do   both   .    ”

what else could micah do? he was perfectly fine where he was. that was it. probably. it was the uncertainty, the haziness of starting a new career that micah didn’t like. music was better off being an unpursued passion, something that micah can occasionally dabble with whenever he was bored. he didn’t have seojun’s vigor and confidence, neither did he have the courage to step out of his comfort zone. “i’d like to think i am,” he says, frowning. not at seojun, but at the way he sounded dubious of his own answer. “i’m my own boss and it’s stable. isn’t it exhausting, though? having to juggle music and art?”

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wildeycs​:

this is why she shouldn’t date within her friend group. there is no clean cut, no escaping the familiar face entirely when everyone is interlinked in some way. then again, she has never planned to fall for one of her closest friends — it just happened. it’s a shame that things did not work out in the end, but it’s impossible for her to stop caring about valerie and act like she’s invisible altogether. she still finds herself gravitating to the girl, no matter how much she knows she shouldn’t. “so you wanna go home?” she asks, “i can give you a ride if you want.” the offer slips casually. “i don’t know, i’m still thinking about it.” she scratches the back of her head, “mira keeps telling me to come, but you know i’m not a great singer.” a lie to everyone besides ash, but she’s always been self-conscious to have eyes on her like that.

ash was free to do whatever she wanted. she could stay and keep drinking with their friends, she could head home and rest, she could hop onto the bar counter and belt out some random adele song. of all choices she could pick, though, she offered to give valerie a ride home. maybe she shouldn’t be dwelling over such a simple matter like this—friends look after each other, after all—but being breezy and nonchalant wasn’t valerie’s strong suit. “you’re lying out of your butt now,” she murmurs, squinting her eyes at ash. she finds her humility equal parts adorable and exasperating, even after all this time. “are you sure you want to go home?” valerie’s certain that there weren’t any buses she could ride at this hour. taking a taxi home was expensive, too. “but, um… yeah. if it’s not a bother.”

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betweenlifes​:

for  @ofroseates​

           cloud is a person that does whatever comes to their mind at that very moment.  a habit that he was told to work on but never did.  so when he admitted that he used to dislike the other to the extent of trying to avoid them,  it resulted in the other actually avoiding cloud this time.  so there he is at their doorstep with a huge cake and even more snacks in the bag.  he’s lucky that the other is home and they opened the door probably without checking who it is.    ‘   i’ve been calling you for the past few days but looks like you were actually looking to be spoiled.  so here i am.  special service for you.   ’   he grinned,  hoping to come off as cute as he can.

the surprise confession had immensely wounded ian’s pride—enough for him to block cloud on instagram, twitter, and facebook. he was fully aware of his own boisterous personality, fully aware of the fact that he wasn’t exactly easy to get along with, but the entire relationship he’d built with cloud almost felt forced and fabricated. ian gave himself a cloud-less week to recoup before he could move forward. the petty side of him wanted to make the other experience how it felt like to be avoided and ignored, but he hadn’t expected cloud to actually pull up to his apartment and force his way back inside ian’s life. “i don’t need your special services.” ian grumbled, “the fuck are you doing here, anyway?

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0815165​:

taeho reaches for the container, “only a few weeks. i’m fine,” he reassures once more — at least that’s what he feels. he feels fine, for now. “i just … i don’t know how bad it is yet. i’d have to go back for another check.” oh he knows. he just doesn’t know how to tell beau. taeho takes in a deep breath as he wraps his arms around beau’s waist and buries his face in his chest. “i just need you and i’ll feel better.”

beau falters, visibly upset. "so you’ve been keeping it from me for a few weeks.” without uttering another word, he gives taeho his medicine back. the frown on his face doesn’t disappear even as his boyfriend embraces him—he’s worrying even more, but he staves off the paranoid thoughts. he’d gotten better at repressing them ever since taeho wormed his way inside beau’s heart. he purses his lips, carding a hand through the other’s hair, “can i come with you?”

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flcwersies​:

                              ⬝◞      ✧    ∥    ft  felix  and  bugi

⬝◞    ★    @ofroseates​​​

                   ♡  ⁀  ➷  the  poor  boy  shifted  beneath  the  shade  of  his  embarrassment,  filling  his  cheeks  with  a  pinkness  he  certainly  could  not  fathom  would  be  anything  less  that  obvious  beneath  the  freckles  of  his  nose.  he  wasn’t  quite  sure  what  he  expected  out  of  such  a  late  night  meeting,  but  it  certainly  was  not  this,  especially  considering  he  was  sitting  on  the  floor  with  his  legs  crossed  and  his  pajamas  far  too  big  for  him  still  signaling  he  had  rolled  out  of  bed  not  too  long  before  BUGI  had  visited  him  and  his  apartment.  “  i,  uh  –  “  he  was  really  blowing  this,  but  his  wrists  shook  as  his  hands  came  up  to  cover  the  round  of  his  cheeks  and  hide  his  eyes  beneath  his  fingertips.  “  why’d  you  have  to  pick  now  of  all  times?  “  this  was  horrifying.

the longer bugi stood across from a flustered felix, the more he regretted his impulsive decision. confessing his feelings at 2 in the morning sounded like an awesome idea; the kind where jane austen or nicholas sparks would give him a proud pat on the back for being so goddamn romantic. the not-so-grand reaction sobered him up, made him realize that unlike a completely scripted movie, bugi did not have the perfect soundtrack to play in the background, nor did he have any control over how his plans would go. his shoulders droop, the courage he had mustered up vanishing within a second. “um.” if he had adam’s sandler universal magic remote from ‘click’, he’d go back in time. “sorry. i thought—uh... um. yeah. i don’t really have anything else to say. i’m really sorry for disturbing you.” he almost offers to do it another time, like an idiot, but he quickly shuts that temptation down.

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oneyeclosed​:

his expression doesn’t change when micah scoffs at the concept that he might be jealous, but aksel’s heart falls. just a little, of course. he doesn’t really care. micah, on the other hand, doesn’t look quite as calm as he claims he is, but aksel’s not about to say anything. he’ll let him have that, at least. “i know you are,” he says. “i am too. she can flirt all she wants. doesn’t change the fact that i came here with you and i’m going home with you.”

micah’s posture visibly slackens at the reassurance, further refuting his claim of being calm and chill. “’course you are,” he says. with that, micah wipes out all of his thoughts about the girl snagging aksel away—he only hopes that this conversation drops soon so micah doesn’t embarrass himself again. “maybe i should let them know who you’re going home with,” he murmurs as he drags his stool closer to aksel, gaze flitting down to his mouth. 

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