(The best of this post and its reblogs, but with links that work)
Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the oceanÂ
Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe
Here is a website where you can press a âmake everything okayâ button, over and over, until things really are okay
Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden
Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)
Here is a website where you can cut stuff up (TW blood/sh)
Here and here are websites where you can play with sand
Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods
Here is a website where you can paint someoneâs nails
Here is a website where you can grow a garden with emojis
Here is a website with hundreds of videos of people hugging you (rightfully dubbed âthe nicest place on the internetâ because it really is, yâall, it made me cry)
Here is a website that will take you to other useless websites
Here is a website where you can make a tiny cat play bongo drums (and other instruments!)
Here is a website to help give you gentle reminders <3
Here is a website where you can grow a tiny farm
Here is a website where you can take a bunch of scientific personality tests
Here is a website of calm rain noise
Take a breath. Itâs going to be okay, I promise.
The timing of this post is actually insane. Spent the day watching years of family issues explode in real time, getting a surprise front-row seat to a confrontation, and generally feeling like my brain got put in a blender. Add in questionable math scores too, an emergency 7/11 trip, and the kind of day that makes you want to stare at a wall and probably cry for a bit. Well i did cry, fuck my life
Not to vaguepost, but if you had told me this morning that Iâd end the day exhausted from both family drama and math, then find a post full of cat links, virtual hugs, funny videos, and little things to do when life gets too loud, I wouldâve believed you immediately.
Seeing this right now feels oddly comforting. Thanks, Tumblr.
hi!! I love your fics <3 I hope you're having a good day or night ! I also hope it's not too much if I request a Flowery x gn!reader fic? where reader is a very artsy person, they absolutely love drawing, painting and stuff.. Also they absolutely love sketching Flowery in their sketchbook, always being sneaky with it since they're a bit shy.. But! one day when reader is doing anything, idk, they simply left their notebook alone, maybe they're taking a bath or a walk, whatever anyway, Flowery comes across the sketchbook and sees all the little sketches and drawings of him alongside other doodles, there's also some hearts and notes like "omg he's so pretty" next to drawings of him, etc. etc. and then he obviously goes to confront reader and reader's face is red like a tomato because nooo!! Flowery u weren't supposed to see that!!!! :< and he's probably all smug about it
I hope this isn't too much and if you need some more details then I'll try my best to respond quickly :D
also remember to stay hydrated if ur in one of the areas affected by the recent heat waves!!
Hi anon!! Thank you so much for the request and for your kind words!! <3 I am trying to stay hydrated and rest for sure...luckily my house has an AC, but when I'm at work or when the windows are open for one reason or the other it's a struggle D:
Anyhow, it took me a couple days to write this! And I'm glad I spent a bit more time on it, because I think it's pretty endearing...enjoy! ^_^
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Flowery x GN!Artist! Reader - Lost (and Found) Sketchbook (Scenario/Short Fic)
You've decided to take it quite slow this morning; so slow that so far the only thing you've done is take a shower, but you really don't want to overdo it after a night spent drawing in the gardens of Flower Castle. That's just how it goes sometimes; inspiration takes over at the strangest hours, and you need to go along with it before it escapes you.
And besides, what better time to draw your muse peacefully if not in the middle of the night?
Flowery, as sweet and endearing as he is, can be quite invasive sometimes; him appearing out of seemingly nowhere and curiously looking over your shoulder while you're drawing the guy himself isn't exactly a dream of yours, even though you do sometimes wonder how he would react if he ever found out you draw him so often.
In a realistic style, in a more cartoony one, colored in black and white or with all the shades you have available, with one tool or technique or the otherâŚand all of this is done in complete secret, either when you know for sure that he's busy or, like in this instance, when everyone is asleep.
It's only when you're about to take a look at what you've drawn last night that you realize - shit, your sketchbook isn't there.
It's not in your bag, not on the nightstand, it's not even somewhere random in your room after being thrown aside before you fell asleepâŚ!
You frantically check even in the strangest places, like under your bed or, man - it could even have ended up in the space between the bed and the wall! But no matter how hard you look, it doesn't seem to be anywhere.
So there's only one thing you can do, really - you finish getting ready for the day and head out of your room, retracing your steps from last night.
Saying you end up looking everywhere would be an understatement, especially considering the most obvious place your sketchbook could've been in - the exact spot where you sat to draw last night - ends up completely empty, devoid of art supplies.
You're so desperate that you even ask the other Flowers if they've seen it around, interrupting Blue's dance practice and Green while they're busy cooking meals for later. Nobody seems to have seen it anywhere, which discourages you - at least Seth understands your panic, though.
After what feels like hours of wandering aimlessly, you end back up in the same garden you were sitting in last night, hoping to at least find a clue on where your sketchbook could be this time.
It's nearly noon at this point, so the sun is starting to bother you even though the leaves of the trees above you help filter out some of the sun rays; you sigh, and circle around the tree you were sat next to last night, checking for a hint.
"Lovely day out here, no?"
" !! " You startle, jumping slightly. The sound of Flowery's laughter fills the otherwise quiet garden as you turn around to face him.
"Easy, it's just me!"
That's exactly the problem! is what you think, but of course you can't say that out loud, so you limit yourself to a strained smile and hope your cheeks aren't as flushed as they feel.
"Yes, just lovely! What are you uh. Doing, out here!"
"That's an odd question. Can't a guy take a walk? What are you doing out here?" there's a playful little smirk on his lips as he teases you.
"Oh no, absolutelyâŚ! I was just looking for this thing that I lost, can't find it anywhere though - but it'll be fine! It's not like, important or anything," you try to play it off, hoping he doesn't suggest to help you look for the sketchbook.
However he does nothing but quirk one of his eyebrows;
"Ah, I see, it's quite the struggle losing something around here. Have you tried asking the Flowers? Some of them could have seen it around, Aqua could've taken it, or who knows what."
"I did ask all of them already, but nobody was all that helpful, so I just came back out here because it's the last place I saw it while I was- y'know. Using it last night."
"You asked all of them?"
You suppress the urge to squint at him. He looks mad suspicious right nowâŚ!
"âŚYes, almost. I am actually about to ask the last of them the same question I've asked six times alreadyâŚ!"
He straightens up his back stupidly, and smiles at you.
"Go ahead then!"
Sigh.
"âŚFlowery, have you seen my sketchbook? It'sâŚabout this size-" you approximately show him the size of your sketchbook with your hands, "âŚit has a black cover with some decorations, but I haven't filled that up much yet, and I always keep some drawing supplies kind of stuck in-between the spirals?" you finish your explanation sounding quite exasperated, and frankly just hoping he hasn't come across it before you.
Flowery shifts slightly, and only now you take notice of the fact that he's holding something behind his back.
Oh God.
Your body short circuits, unsure if you're supposed to be flushing like crazy or become completely frozen in place.
He holds up the sketchbook - your sketchbook - in the air, and swings it around a little before extending it towards you, posing in a slight bow.
"Yes I have!"
You hesitantly grab it from him, inspecting the exterior slightly; he steps back from you, stupidly pretty smile still on his face from earlier.
"Oh. DidâŚyou open it, orâŚ?"
"Mostlys!"
"What do you mean- don't let your voice lines speak for you!" you grumble, flustered. His behaviour doesn't indicate that he's mad or anything of the like though, at least, so you find yourself not being all that mad either.
"Ahah! Hey, it's definitely on me and I shouldn't have looked-" he says sincerely, which takes you a little by surprise, "But you ah, how do I say thisâŚyou left it open on the first page for everyone to see, so-"
"Oooh yes of course I did thatâŚ" you interrupt him briefly, "âŚSorry, you weren't supposed to see anything and this is really fucking embarassing for both of us, so-"
"I'm trying to get it across that I'm not at all weirded out here!" He's the one interrupting you this time, with a sing-songy tone of voice no less; your heart feels funny once you register his words, "I didn't look at all of them, I figured you'd want your privacy at some point, but-"
Flowery takes a slight step towards you, and pokes you on the upper part of your chest where your shirt's collar sits - a beautiful yellow flowers sprouts there once he removes his hand, and you have to do everything in your power not to faint right then and there.
hai :3 i love the way you write flowery SO much and i love reading your headcanons/fanfics!! i'd like to request a flowery x reader where flowery comforts reader after a long grueling day of work. lately i've been in so much pain from my job and often come home in agony!!
after a long day all i want is to be in his arms the most sighh. it can be sfw and/or nsfw. its up to you!!
Hello Anon!! Thank you so much, awww! I hope headcanons suffice...I have so many WIPs, but the heat is back to kicking my ass honestly, as well as other life stuff x.x
Enjoy!!<3 (and rest up!)
Awesome site where I make the stamps...here!
Flowery x Reader - Comfort after Work (Headcanons)
Pain and agony just don't pair up well with your person, in Flowery's opinion. He's so good at picking up on the smallest signals known to man (or flower) so he notices immediately: how tense you are the whole time you're visiting him, the way you grimace at the littlest movements, the fact you've been slowing down latelyâŚand he greatly worries for you, asking for an explanation of whatever you might've been going through during your days spent in the Light World.
He's especially distraught if you even end up skipping some of your visits; he can take care of himself and go a couple days without seeing you or even more, of course! As much as he loves and cares about you he understands you might need space and rest, but seeing you in such a state and then having you not show up is worrying, especially since he can't do much to check on you or make sure you're okay in the Light World.
When you come back and open up about how much of a hassle work has been for you lately, he listens to you carefully, letting you lean against him for comfort and extra support if you need. You tell him about whatever the problem might be - your asshole coworkers or boss leaving all the hard work to you, you having to lift things that are too heavy for what your body is used to, the never-ending hours spent standing up and doing things without the possibility to sit downâŚwhatever it is that's gotten you so tired and aching lately, Flowery lets you rant, tracing gentle circles all over your back.
When you're done with your explanation, he's immediately set on helping you relieve some of that pain: forget walking, he can carry you no problem, especially if you're feeling this bad! He doesn't do it suddenly, his hold is actually very careful and being in his arms is so comfortableâŚ
He wants you to be as comfortable as you can be first, so you're off to your room to try and find clothes that are soft and cozy! He's been helping you dress up when you were struggling already, but right now he wants to fully treat you like the prince/princess you are and do as much as he can: he holds up the different options you have, then has you sitting down on your bed to change as he sits besides you just in case you need help with changing in or out of anything - is it embarrassing when he holds out your shirt's sleeve so you have better access to it as you put it onâŚunprompted? Yes, a littleâŚ! But he genuinely looks satisfied with himself as he plants a kiss on your temple afterwards, so you don't mention it.
Then, he convinces you to sit comfortably and let him handle your skincare! âŚWell, his skincare! Flowery's skin needs to stay hydrated, so he does this every nightâŚand it also happens to be very relaxing to him, so he wants you to try it, too. All the products he uses are 100% natural and delicate, so if you've got sensitive skin you don't need to worry at all! His hands gently apply them in the right spots, and it almost feels akin to a massageâŚ
âŚAnd if you want him to, he can give you an actual massage, too! He's not half bad at it, although he could press a little harder in some spots; but he's afraid of hurting you more than you already are, so being careful is best. Between one spot getting massaged and the other, and a few loving kisses as he works on your tense muscles, you eventually get sleepyâŚ
Which can only mean one thing to Flowery: the lights of your room get dimmed as the two of you climb into your comfortable bed, his arms slipping around your form and bringing you closer to him. Flowery is very touchy, especially when you're having a bad time and he wants you to feel better - or when he's having a bad time himself. If you enjoy cuddles, he's more than glad to provide, even continuing to softly massage some of your sore spots as you try to forget about work and focus on falling asleep in his arms instead.
In the Light World, you might have to endure another day of harsh work tomorrowâŚbut for now, all that matters is that your beautiful flower is holding you close against his chest, occasionally sprouting a lovely little blossom in your hair out of contentment.
reader gettikg..cold and flowery........givers reader..........his cape....................
...........mayhaps.......
Aw!! Here's something short and sweet for you, with something fun added as context at the beginning :D
Stamp made here - you guessed right!
Flowery x Reader - Jacket (Short Scenario/Fic)
There's not much light illuminating the clear water of the lake anymore; you can barely spot the floating cherry petals on its surface and your own shaky reflection, now.
You can easily tell it's gotten late while you and Flowery were having your fun swimming and occasionally splashing each other; you haven't had fun like this in a very long timeâŚthe kind that doesn't make you feel like you're wasting time, and instead makes you live in the moment and appreciate even the most mundane things - like how beautiful the sunset looked, or how genuine Flowery's laughter was.
Even though the reason for his laughter was how ridiculous you looked the first time he splashed you with water, but oh well.
Now, you're quite busy fixing your still damp hair and recollecting your clothes - which you thankfully placed far enough from the lake so that they wouldn't get wet. You sigh in relief when you still find them in their place, having feared for a moment that perhaps some sneaky creature could've stolen something while you weren't looking.
Once you deem yourself dry enough, you put everything back on and walk up to Flowery, who's still buttoning up his own shirt. He grins at you;
"I like your hair," he nods at your head, clearly poking fun at how messy it looks.
"Pfft- thanks, yours isn't half bad either!" you reach to mess it up even further to annoy him, but he leans backwards just in time to avoid your hand, "Hey! I deserve my payback!"
"Get faster than a flower then, hah!"
You continue poking fun at each other for a while as you finish getting ready to head back; the walk to the Flower Castle is not the shortest, so you figure Flowery might teleport you there at some point, but you both still want to enjoy a nice night walk for a while anyways.
As you eventually start walking towards the castle, a light breeze picks up; it's not strong enough to actively bother you, but you still perceive it as you try to keep a chill conversation going between you and Flowery who, attentive as he always is, seems to take notice of it.
He hums at some point, and stops in his tracks; you naturally stop walking too, and backtrack a little.
"Is anything wrong?" you ask, a tint of worry in your tone.
He doesn't verbally reply, and simply chooses to hold the jacket he always brings along towards you; you let out a surprised little 'Oh!' as he gently nudges you closer to himself and places it on your shoulders, and then tilts his head as his hands hover above them.
"Hmm, would you rather wear it, or is this enough?" he asks, but it sounds more like he's contemplating what to do between himself. He decides to smooth out the fabric a little, and then make sure the jacket is covering enough of your arms too.
"âŚWow, so gentlemanly of youâŚ!" you tease him lightly, although you're glad it's so dark he most likely can't see the blush building up on your cheeks.
He chuckles a little, and then you feel his arm snake around the small of your back in a gentle side hug; you hold him closer in a similar manner, and neither of you lets go for the rest of the walk.
I am cringe, but I am free... Flowery request incoming
Reader who likes to do friendly spars with Flowery every so often to get used to the whole dark world thing, but Flowery accidentally hits them with an attack that's too strong and ends the battle early to heal the reader up.
They reassure Flowery that it isn't a big deal and they won't take it to heart, but Flowery's tending to the wounds with so much remorse, man.... Maybe kissing the patched up spots so much that the bandages have flowers blooming all over them
Hurt/comfort my beloved, sobbing..
Hope you're having a great day/night! :D
Hello I went insane when I got this rq because it's literally so GOOD? I'm SOBBING over here...I hope I did the scenario justice, I try not to make these too long but also not too short, kind of a similar length each time...! Thank you so much for entrusting me with this either way ^_^
Stamp was made on here, as usual!!
Flowery x Reader - Accidental Injury (Mostly a Scenario/Mini Fic)
You and Flowery have taken a liking to sparring together for a while now; the Dark World, albeit much more exciting than what you're used to, is also a more dangerous place if you don't navigate it carefully, so Flowery has no issues being a sort of teacher to you when it comes to mastering your attacks and your defense skills. Sometimes, the other flowers will join you two and watch, too!
What's convenient is that he's also pretty strong, but he knows when to hold back to avoid hurting you.
However, accidents do tend to happen sometimes: one day, you're training like usual - you're concentrating mostly on defending rather than ACTing, so he's being a bit of a show-off with his own attacks and teasing you a little when you struggle, which you don't consider a big deal since you know it's all in good fun and that he wouldn't actually want to make you feel bad. It's also his way to get you to do even better!
Perhaps he gets a little too caught up in the act, though, because at some point he lunges at you with little warning and the next thing you know is you're on the ground holding onto your arm for dear fucking life - ouch.
"Okay, okay let's stop-" you hurriedly hiss through your teeth, already worrying about what might be broken. Flowery is by your side in a matter of seconds, probably a record-worthy time, crouching down next to you and trying to check for the damage - he keeps his hands to himself, though; is he worried he might make it worse?
"Yesyesyes, we're done," he reassures you, though he sounds uncharacteristically panicked, "Where's the damage? Let me see please- let me heal it for you!"
You don't really think twice about it and angle yourself so he can see your now fucked up arm and shoulder; his breath hitches, and he's sporting the most serious expression you've ever seen him make in the entire time you've known him. He holds his hands out and, when you grant him permission, he hoists you up a little and gently takes hold of your arm.
"âŚAlright, it's going to feel weird, but I need to heal it. Here, I need both of my hands but you can just hold onto me, okay?" He gets a bit closer, and you do as instructed without thinking, grasping at his own arm with your good hand.
It indeed does feel weird, different than any other kind of healing you've experienced so far - but you assume it's because his magic is special. It feels so tingly, like plants are growing on your arm, and he looks so concentrated that for a moment you wonder if you're in actual danger, but your questions are answered by Flowery stepping back as soon as the tingling ceases and gently running his hand up and down where the injury used to be mere seconds ago.
"Here we are. We'll need to bandage it still, just to be safe." Green bandages resembling leaves magically wrap themselves around your arm out of thin air, and you find that despite the slight pressure you can't feel any pain at all anymore.
Sensing his distress though, you show him you're already feeling better by moving your arm around a bit and flashing him a smile;
"Thank you, I think it might feel even better than beforeâŚ!" you think of something to say that could cheer him up, "Had a few sore spots, but now those are gone too, hah."
He doesn't laugh though, doesn't even force out a chuckle - instead his arms wrap around your form, pulling you towards him gently until he can rest his head on your shoulder and start kissing the previously injured area. Your cheeks heat up at this, but you understand he must feel really bad about the incident, so you allow him to do so for as long as he needs.
"âŚI'm so, so sorry honey," he manages out between kisses, and the weird tingly sensation is back, "I know I didn't mean it, I know that, but it still feels horrible-"
You lean back a little from his embrace as he's rambling, just to check what's up with your arm now, only to notice that the spots he's been kissing are now adorned by the smallest, most delicate baby yellow flowers you've seen out of him.
"Flowery, are you kidding? You didn't mean it just like you said, and you immediately took care of it! Cheer up, I promise I don't hold it against you."
He looks so pensive and troubled, you've never seen him like this, but again, it makes sense. Your lips curl upwards in a reassuring smile, and you pick one of the flowers from the field beneath you to place on his shoulder.
"There. Now we match, how about that?"
He glances at it and then back at you, his expression relaxing just a tad.
"AahâŚyou're so sweet, I'm really trying not to be hopeless here. We could stop with the sparring, you've gotten crazy good at basically everything either way, ya know?"
He manages to smile back this time. You're glad to see it back on his features.
"YesâŚfor today; if I'm that good then I'm gonna get you next time, no?"
What would you respond if I said that your writing is really nice and asked if you could write more cuddly touch starved flowery pretty please
Hey anon! Thank you so much, it really means a lot! I would probably respond like this.....
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Cuddly! Flowery x Reader - Morning Cuddles (Scenario/Mini Fic)
The loud cries of the Kawkaws outside awaken you suddenly, and in your hurry of getting up from your shared bed you almost knock everything over - blankets, your phone, and your own boyfriend who's attached to your side like his life depends on it.
You blink a few times and check your phone, slightly blinded by the morning light and by the luminosity you've forgotten to turn down last night: it's almost 8, hmâŚoh! Right, you're supposed to babysit Aqua and Orange with Flowery today, you remember only after noticing that the alarm you've set is supposed to go off in a few minutes.
HoweverâŚ
"UuuughâŚwhat's- that's my dreams!" Flowery's voice line goes off, eliciting another groan from him as he gives up actually speaking. You're half sitting up, so all he can do is bury his head in your tummy, tired and defeated.
"âŚDreams? Did you have weird dreams?" you ask, recalling that said lines are always somehow related to whatever's happening at the moment.
"Yes?" he says, his voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt, "HmmâŚI think I remember you were there - you always are, and Aqua maybe? Orange? Oh, yes. I think we were watching over the little devilsâŚ" he trails off, smiling fondly, and you raise an eyebrow at him.
"Sounds awfully similar to this thing that's happening today, called babysitting Aqua and Orange."
Flowery looks up at you, incredulous, and you pat his head a little condescendingly - though a little yellow flower sprouts right at its top anyway.
"âŚWe need to get ready, you promised we'd bring them to the Cafe for breakfast-"
You try to actually sit up straight and get out of bed, but his grip around your waist doesn't get any looser, preventing you to do much of what you want. You glance at your boyfriend, who simply lies there innocently, body half covered by the thin blanket and pink cotton shirt slightly rolled up to show his skin.
He doesn't really need to say anything for you to understand what he's asking for, so you sigh and scoot back against the headboard - you suppose there's still like, five minutes before the alarm goes off, anyway.
His expression brightens up so that there's literal sparkles surrounding his face, but you don't have much time to comment on that before he cuddles back into your side. One of your hands automatically goes to play with his hair, where more little blossoms are sprouting; the morning dew on them leaves your skin feeling more crisp as you card through his honey locks.
"Are you finally getting fond of beingâŚthe cuddled?" you ask humorously when he leans into the touch at some point. His cheeks flush a pretty pink.
"Ahah, maybe! I suppose I've been missing out, but I also like being my love's cuddler."
As if ready to prove his point, he stretches and goes to lift himself up so he can perhaps hold you properly instead. You're not opposed to the idea, still feeling quite sleepy yourself, but unfortunately these moments aren't meant to last forever.
An annoying, loud ringing makes the both of you jump; right, the alarm. You grab your phone and shut it up, throwing it onto the bed unceremoniously before grabbing your partner's face gently and pressing a kiss to his temple.
"You and meâŚcuddle date, tonight?" he proposes, hopeful and chasing after your touch.
hello!!! i am loving your flowery requests!! can i maybe get a jealous flowery x reader?
Hello and thank you infinitely, really !! Got this request like, last night I think? And decided to write it immediately because I have some thoughts about the matter...after this I'll probably work on some 'older' ones, maybe close them until the weekend too? Who knows! Stay tuned :-D
Jealous! Flowery x Reader - HCs!!
⢠Flowery doesn't get easily jealous, and when he does it's admittedly a bit hard to tell, in my opinion; thanks to his naturally amicable exterior and nonchalance, he mostly hides it pretty well when something is bothering him in general - which is why you need to be a little careful about his demeanor sometimes, if you want to avoid making him uncomfortable.
⢠The reason I used the word 'uncomfortable' is because it's what these emotions make him feel, actually; he knows it's natural to get jealous sometimes, but all he wants is for you to be happy, so for him to have these feelingsâŚit must mean there's something wrong and he's being selfish, right? He's prioritizing his own wants and needs, which in his head is not a good thing.
But with all of that said, what does Flowery even get jealous from in the first place?
⢠He's naturally a bit clingy, so whenever somebody else initiates any kind of physical affection with you, his need to be close to you and have his hands somewhere - in your own, on the small of your back, in your hair - is so very strong that it takes him by surprise!! His jealousy is one that doesn't outright make him hate the other person, it just makes him wish whatever is happening was instead taking place between the two of you, or a similar premise - it does depend on context!
⢠His self proclaimed purpose is that of making you happy, so when somebody happens to do that - and I mean in a 'getting you extremely happy' way - he shamefully wishes he could've been the one doing it. Again, no actual hate towards the "culprit"⌠he's most likely just going to try harder to make you smile, but it does make his chest burn.
⢠He also gets jealous when someone gifts you flowers - it's probably not a very appreciated gesture from you in the first place anyway, since usually those are a romantic giftâŚbut he just objectively thinks the ones he can grow are better, and you'd rather have a bouquet of those, right? He's very judgy with the other person's choice of flowers too, and thinks he could certainly do a better job gifting you something you actually enjoy!!
⢠Denies the fact that he's jealous if you call him out on it, even if you do it calmly; I see him doing this because he really doesn't want you to think that he would be selfish like that. He might even go on a tangent about how important it is that you don't make choices based on what would make him happy and whatnot, which is very true actually, and he does genuinely believe that - but you guys still need to work out these feelings of his, and to do that you need to push a little and make him admit that he is!!
⢠Despite everything, I see him as a very understanding, mature lover who's willing to make changes if needed - so once he's come to terms that he in fact can have feelings like these too sometimes, he would do his best to work through them even on his own. He doesn't outright ask for reassurance unless he's feeling really bad, and prefers giving it to himself in a way, and showing you he's capable of managing his emotions - though it's very appreciated if you give it to him unprompted, even in the form of physical acts like going to hold his hand instead of someone else's or taking better care of the flowers he gifts you.
⢠When if comes to the thing about your happiness, it's a bit trickier because he knows he's being irrational - though he finds that concentrating on the positive things (such as you smiling so widely about something and feeling generally good) really helps him in this case.
hiiii thank you for doing flowery requests... could i ask for flowery hc and/or scenario with reader who sometimes wakes up in something similar to a panic attack? it isn't triggered by a dream or anything, but sometimes they'd wake up with intense heart palpitations, tremors, and nausea. there isn't anything they can do besides ride it out usually. though i think he'd be a soothing presence with how grounded he is.
i hope this makes sense, thank you!
Good evening! I decided to make this the first time it happens, hopefully it's okay with you! I tried with the descriptions, but if I failed it's because I struggle with anything that's not cheesy and fluffy Dx (doesn't mean I disliked the rq though! I actually like to think this could bring comfort to many, so I locked in lmao)...
...Anyhow, please do enjoy :3
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Flowery x Reader - Nocturnal Panic Attack (Scenario/Mini Fic)
Your heart feels like it's going to beat its way out of your chest as you make efforts not to wake up your partner, who's still sleeping soundly next to you.
You've gone through this a million times before anyway, it's fine - you just need to breathe, breatheâŚit's only temporaryâŚhowever, trying to speed up the recovery process doesn't seem to be working all that well; in fact it only makes your heart beat faster, and you feel your hands start to tremble as you hold them so very close to your chest.
Suddenly, you feelâŚa lot of things in the span of one second: you flush, then chill, you feel dizzy, like something is deeply wrong. Then, nausea.
You need to hoist yourself up.
You kick off your blankets, which were only covering your feet anyways, but even that feels like too much. Then you try to use all your strenght to get into a sitting position, but struggle doing so due to how much you're panicking - you feel bad, so bad that when you finally manage to get into a sitting position you're not even caring not to make noise anymore, you instead just focus on breathing as deeply as you can and hope at least the nausea washes away.
At some point there's a shift in your bed, you can feel it - it makes you suddenly remember that it's a shared bed after all. A million thoughts invade your brain then, but first and foremost you worry that this is just going to bother him. You've made too much noise. He's going to touch you in hopes to comfort you maybe - you really hope he doesn't touch you, you can't deal with anything right now; your eyes well up with tears.
"HeyâŚ" Flowery's voice sounds distant, even as you can feel him shifting closer to you, on the edge of the bed, "Hey, slower, breathe slower, okay darling?"
You can barely make out what he's saying, too focused on many things, such as not crying, not vomiting and getting your heartbeat to stop racing. He repeats seemingly the same thing one more time, 'slower' is what you understand now and - right, right, you need to breathe slowly. You try to do that, hands still shaking. Flowery looks at them.
"Good, just like that. I'm here, okay? I just need you to breatheâŚ"
You find yourself not bothered by his presence next to you; you feel him move around a bit from time to time as you steady your breathing slowly; he gives gentle reassurance as the initial panic abandons your body, unrushed, and when you're finally able to hear his steady words properly, he asks you to answer to his yes or no questions with either a nod or a shake of your head.
"Can I touch you at all, love? Your hands?" he gestures to your still shaky hands, which you're now nervously fidgeting with. You give him the permission to do so, and he gently holds them in his own stable ones.
Finding his touch rather comforting now that your fear has mostly left, you lean against him, which prompts him to slightly tilt his head so it's resting against yours. With you two being so close now, you can clearly feel his breathing patterns, which you decide to mimic. He seems to notice, and shifts so it's easier for you to feel the rise and fall of his chest.
It's not very clear how much time passes, but at some point you're calm enough to speak again;
"I'mâŚugh," you groan, and he frets to check if you're feeling bad again, but you reassure him, "Sorry, I justâŚhope I didn't bother you. I'm sorry."
Flowery doesn't respond immediately; instead, he brings your clasped hands to his lips, and places a gentle kiss right at the top. You watch curiously in the early morning light as a little flower blossoms right from the spot he's just kissed.
Your hands suddenly feel steadier.
"MhâŚI think these things are quite normal at this point in our relationship, no? It's natural to care for each other this way,"
"âŚYes but- it's so early, and I should've told you this happens sometimesâŚ? You weren't even supposed to hear, but still, it'sâŚ" You trail off, frowning. Your boyfriend lets go of your hands and picks the flower, carefully placing it in your hair instead. Your gaze follows his actions mournfully, yet curiously.
"What's good about thinking of it like that? You didn't hurt or bother me, I'm fine, my dear. Do you need anything, now?"
You decide you're too tired to argue with your boyfriend over this of all things, and as long as he says it's okayâŚyou decide to trust him. A glass of water and a trip to the bathroom to freshen up your face later, you're back in bed, this time with the gentle light of sunrise slightly illuminating the room.
You're not quite sure you want to try sleeping more or at all, which he seems to be fine with - he insists he'll just go to bed earlier tonight if anything. The worrying thought that you might not deserve him tries to push its way into your mind, manifesting in the form of unshed tears.
"Hey there," he scoots closer to you, and his expression looks a little silly when he's worried, which gets a wet giggle out of you despite everything, "âŚWhat's funny now? Me?"
He pouts harder, then places a kiss on your forehead when you giggle more and attempt to dry your tears with your hand. He wipes them away with his thumb instead, and this time, when your heart skips a beat at his gestures, it's just fondness that you feel.
godbless someone writing for that twink that i love. can i ask for flowery with a partner who's chronically fatigued? or has to spend a lot of time resting due to pain/exhaustion. i feel cringe but free because i think he would be very caring. can anyone see my vision.
Yes hiii that's me I'm the one writing for that twink that you love. :3
Of course you can!! Me personally I can definitely see your vision so much that I made HCs about it.... u_u Also! I decided to make some Flowery stamps for each request that I'll post in the next few days, so here's yours as a sort of divider ^_^ Hope you enjoy!
Stamps made with this site: link
Flowery x Chronically Fatigued Reader - HCs !!
Despite his lively nature, you would be right: Flowery is actually quite caring when it comes to his partner. He doesn't mind going at others' pace or tending to them if they need, and he's the type to prioritize health especially when it's his beloved we're talking about!
Generally lets his partner take the decision to do things, go places and whatnot, since he fully trusts that they know their conditions better than he could and they wouldn't go over their limits, at least not on purpose.
He does have a tendency to be overly observant of their behaviour if they start showing signs that something is flaring up or that they're tired, however, and there's really no going back to his worrying at that point, so if at any point his partner is feeling too fatigued to continue doing whatever they're doing, he'll offer to take a break or even carry them if there's walking involved. He's strong enough to carry his lover all the way back, no worries - he takes pride in it, and would love nothing more than to be helpful.
He also obviously doesn't mind how much time his partner needs to spend resting, and makes it very clear that they shouldn't feel guilty over it: he actually finds enjoyment in calm and quiet moments such as those, and always makes sure to make his partner feel pampered by various acts of services and little surprise gifts, such as flower crowns or bouquets. He especially enjoys cooking and baking for them and feels overjoyed when they explicitly ask for him to make them something! He always adorns it with silly decorations, too, but that goes for any dish he makes ever, honestly!
Whenever something hurts or feels off, he's more than glad to help, too: bad headache? He's going to make sure the room is as dark and quiet as possible, and offer a massage if that's to their liking - on that note, he's really good at giving massages, you'd think he took some kind of course or something! Having trouble with brain fog? He's going to help them destress and be patient if they have difficulty remembering things or thinking clearly. Feeling exhausted but having issues sleeping? He doesn't mind just lying there together, really.
Another thing he doesn't mind is sticking to their routine, it brings him peace of mind to know that they're doing things to feel even just slightly better.
Sickeningly sweet sometimes, but that's just Flowery for you! He's the best at reminding his partner that he finds them gorgeous, it doesn't matter if on some days they'd rather keep their most comfortable PJs and avoid overtiring themselves by doing whatever activity, they're still the most beautiful out there to him. He's going to shush them gently with a touch of his finger on their lips if they disagree, and make a pretty flower blossom there.
kisses you completely non parasocially (THIS IS A JOKE THIS IS A JOKE IM NOT WEIRD I PROMISE)
The flowery content is lovely and I need that plant BAD. You are so sweet and thank you so much for writing it <3
Anyway erm I have come to order more like the gluttonous savage I am. As I said, #needthat.
Can I get some smooches from flowery? Need to smooch his stupid face, and perhaps everywhere else on his body, and you seem like the person to best remedy that. Go as wild as you want and take as many liberties with story as you want (Gender neutral please my diva)
i will take the moniker of đź anon, if you please!
Looks at you weirdly....That's one way to start your request!!! Please do not kiss me!!! LOL!
Anyways, welcome back! Yes, you can totally be đź anon! Since I know your account, I had a look around, and I'm 90% sure you are an adult - still, even considering that and the ...implications your red text might've had, I didn't want to take any risks without a confirmation, so I made this completely SFW :3
I can of course add something spicier in the future if need be and if I was right in my guess...oh, and also! I was super vague again; a cafe is mentioned and it can be the one in Castle Town or in the Ch5 Dark World - and I took the wild guess you'd rather be the one kissing him, so I went mostly with that :3
Sorry for the long intro, let's go ahead!
Flowery x GN Reader - Kisses !! (HCs + Little Scenarios!)
Flowery is maybe the most confident individual you've come across yet, always acting boldly and finding ways to come back to his feet and turn things around if something doesn't go as plannedâŚthis isn't much different when it comes to affection: most of the time, he's the one flustering you with either a romantic gesture or a response that's just barely not crossing the line between teasing and downright flirting, as he doesn't mind PDA at all.
His hand kisses have become something familiar to you; he's never shy with those, using them as some sort of greeting each time you see each other. His own touch on your hand is delicate, so that if you ever want to deny the kiss you're free to do so, but you never do; he bows slightly, and doesn't quite touch your skin with his lips anyway, taking care to perform the romantic gesture properly. Still, his hand lingers afterwards.
One day, you decide to take him by surprise and hand-kiss him instead; you replay different versions of how the scenario could go for the whole way there, not quite fearing rejection, but you're still nervous to see his reaction. When he goes to bow down, you do it quicker than him, and raise his already extended hand near your lips before he can say anything. You hold eye contact with him as you perform the gesture, and you're satisfied with the blush and fond look on his face.
"Sorry, can't make flowers bloom from your hand," you grin a bit nervously, standing up straight. His hand curls a little in yours and, when you look down, several small yellow flowers are blooming where they meet:
"Funny! I don't think we're going to need that!"
Finding his reaction quite endearing and perhaps hoping to get even more out of him, you make it your life mission to kiss him unexpectedly more often - not just in the form of hand kisses. Sometimes, Flowery will kiss your cheek, leaving petals cascading down your faceâŚor, he'll kiss the top of your head if he's in the right position to do so, adorning your hair with those little yellow flowers. ThisâŚgives you a couple ideas, and maybe more:
On a day not very distant from the first time you've truly flustered him, you're out on a little date, and you decide to visit the cafe. It's not very busy, so when your treats are ready you decide to not bother the waiter and go pick them up yourself - this gives you the chance to be the one kissing Flowery's head, tray still in hand and a giddy smile on your face that he can definitely pick up on, but you don't really mind. You hold the kiss for a couple of seconds and, when you lean back up to admire your handiwork, you're met with a pretty silly sight:
"Bahah! You never told me you could grown a single flower from the top of your head, that's cute!"
Flowery stares up at you, looking almost confused, before he nonchalantly reaches for its stem and plucks it out. As you sit back down on the seat in front of his, he dramatically holds the flower out for you, his free hand on his chest:
"Of course! I grew it just for you!"
You share a fond laugh before you accept his offer, opting to place it so it's poking out of your shirt's pocket as you eat your sweets and chat idly.
As you keep experimenting, you figure out which spots bring more of a reaction out of Flowery when kissed; you can practically feel his cheeks and ears go red when you kiss him anywhere along his jaw as you're hugging, and when you decide not to kiss him directly on the lips but you do it just shy of them, you can't help but giggle a little at his antics, chasing your touch before straightening his back and commenting on how much of a tease you are, and wondering if you've maybe been taking notes from him.
He also enjoys your lazy shoulder kisses in the morning, as he's busy making breakfast for you two and you hug him from behind, eliciting a little jump from him sometimes - he gets so into it for you, and goes especially hard on the little decorations around the plate. But when he notices it's just you, he's quick to lean his head against yours, and then turn to place a kiss on your temple in return.
âŚDo you really want to know what flusters him a lot, though?
It's quite the hushed evening when Flowery decides to go on a pretty long rant, one time; you're not exactly zoning out on him, but you're certainly too tired to fully listen to what he's saying. It's not anything deep either way, and you know he doesn't really get offended if you don't pay full attention sometimes, especially this late.
At some point in his rant, though, you turn towards him from your side of the bed and grab his face, making completely stop talking.
The first time you did this, he looked at you quizzically, though now that he's used to your antics, he scrunches up his nose in a giddy smile;
"Flo. It's late. I do really want to listen to you, but - you know what we should be doing instead of that right now?"
The smallest flowers blossom all over his hair and behind his ears;
"Enlighten meâŚ!"
With little to no warning, you're on your partner, peppering his face with kisses that you're sure must be lasting less than one second each; sometimes though, you give particular attention to his cheek or to his forehead or another spot, leaving a trail of small smooches there, making sure to accentuate them with a noise for good measure.
Flowery wheezes out his laughter at first, before he can't really contain himself anymore and switching to being so loud you're concerned you're going to get noise complaints. Somehow.
You giggle in-between kisses, noticing how the small flowers from earlier have fully blossomed into larger ones, and he's now leaving petals all over the pillow;
"You're so silly! Did you know that?"
He catches his breath, panting like he's just ran a marathon. He looks so flustered, all red in the face, barely holding another giggle in before talking himself;
"Whew-! Ah, ahah- it's not- not very kind of you to interrupt my talk like this, you know?" he jokes, tilting his head. A stray flower, previously placed behind his ear, rolls down the pillow and onto the mattress at his movement.
Your arms are getting a bit sore from holding your whole weight above him, so you place a couple last kisses on his cheek and then a final one on his lips before flopping back down on your side, appreciating the way Flowery gets close to you again to wrap his arms around your form.
âŚ
You'll just lie here like this for a while before dealing with all those petals, you suppose.
G/N reader who thinks he's a loser but in like... an affectionate way. They don't really take his antics seriously, but they always go along with them because deep down they think it's cute asf.
Reader would also totally get flustered at his fancy gestures because shehhsjsjsjjsjskks đźđźđź
cont: hi it's flowery requester again đźđźđź
I forgot to specify lightner reader, sorry
Hello there! Okay, I whipped this up super quickly because it seemed easy enough...I'm going to assume you've played/you're familiar with the entirety of Ch5, but just in case, I made everything super vague. You are free to interpret things to your own liking too, lol!!
I also may have interpreted this weirdly, so if you'd like something more specific...request away! I'm so mid at coming up with things myself xD
So, here's my very first (and very shy) attempt at Flowery!!
Flowery x GN! Lightner Reader
You would've never thought that your life could've changed in such a way to begin with, honestly; you, an average Lightner, getting dragged into what you call the 'Dark World', and undergoing adventure after adventure with a group of teenagers you've by now grown very fond ofâŚgetting to save the world, put into simple words, unbeknownst to most.
Despite how incredible it seemed at first, you've gotten used to letting yourself fall into voids of darkness and meeting strange individuals who somehow manage to be sillier than the last you've met. You get surprised still, sure, but it's basically everyday life to you, just like talking to your neighbor.
This applies when you meet Flowery:
the voice clips going hand in hand with each sentence of his are a little distracting at first, and you even find yourself getting distracted by them, trying to stifle a laugh in between introductions. Despite everything, you grow fond of him very quickly, and even want toâŚplay along with him? You've never felt this way towards a Darkner before, so the thought somewhat scares you, but before you can even begin thinking about which action is the best one to take, it's like he's read your mind and he's easily impressing you by hand-kissing you and holding on until several flowers have sprouted from your hand. Insisting that you keep the little bouquet ("It's all yours!"), he gives your hand one last squeeze before announcing he has other matters to attend to for the time beingâŚleaving you alone with your messy thoughts, warm cheeks and the garland.
After the events occurred on the day of the Festival, you're glad the kids have found a way to bring him over to Castle Town, because your fondness hasn't left at all. You've made up your mind on the fact that you'll try hanging out more with him, and see where it goes!
You're surprised to find out that Flowery has acquired a string of new voice lines since the last time you saw each other, and some of them are even specifically referring to you! "How wonderful to see you again!" is one that's reserved for your arrival and your arrival only, which doesn't even surprise you, since you've always been going along with whatever he did and said.
The more you spend time with him in a more relaxed setting, the more you realize how amusing he truly is; for starters, he's always on the move no matter what, and sometimes you even find it hard to keep up with him and with what he's saying or doing. One specific day, you two find yourselves near a flower field, and hell if you know what pushes you to sit on the first completely green patch - you wouldn't want to sit on the flowers themselves and ruin them, after all. You're trying to have a conversation, and out of the corner of your eye you notice movement: seems like Flowery is making a flower crown as he nods along whatever you're chatting about, and you decide not to interrupt him.
Once his masterpiece is done - and it truly could be classified as a masterpiece - he leans towards you and places it on the top of your head.
You blink, taken aback. Not in a bad way, he just really is bold, jeez! You try to find the right words to say, but before you can come up with anything he's back to the previous topic, a satisfied grin gracing his features.
Oftentimes, Flowery feels up to things that are considered more exciting by most: watching a movie, cooking and dancing together, or doing whatever is in theme with the season or holiday, like ice skating or taking a swim. You notice it's always something that could be classified as a date, whichâŚyou wouldn't mind! Of course! But would he mind? You're too afraid to ask and just settle for it being something natural for him instead, though deep down you know how caring he is, and you hope he feels the same.
And there's these stupid little behaviours of his that just endear you so much, like when you're skating together for the first time and he offers to be 'your personal skate helper' while striking a pose, or when you're baking and he offers to clean some flour that got on your cheek for you...as sparkles surround his sweet expression. These are all silly, harmless things that should not make your heart beat as fast as it does!
âŚBut you go along with them, and sometimes you're even a little bold yourself: yes, you're going to hold onto him very firmly as you skate, thank you very much! And what if you lean into the touch as he cleans that flour off, or even offer to clean some off of him for a change? Flowery's the one being taken aback in these cases, going "Wow!" as his cheeks darken and several flowers blossom and grow all around you. You just stand there with a triumphant smile in these instances, the amount of flowers surrounding you two too overwhelming even for him.
more on Flowery oviposition actually because you wrote it really well đĽš
Notes: Oviposition, womb play (? as in the seeds/eggs get in there . it's the dark world let's have fun together).
One positive about Flower's general lack of detailed knowledge on humans, is that he doesn't quite know how weird it is that you like the idea of being stuffed full with literal seeds. (Eggs? You'd been workshopping the texture and feel of them a little, so they would be more comfortable as they went inside you. They're squishier now, a little smaller, too.)
Otherwise, you'd never hear the end of it. And he's already enough of a tease as-is.
"You ready, buttercup?" Flowery rests his chin on your shoulder, breath brushing over your neck.
His dick is inside of you, your legs spread wide over his legs as you're seated on his lap. One of his arm is wrapped around your stomach. Not squishing you, but enough pressure to keep you in place. The tips of his fingers ghost over your sensitive skin.
"Ye, yeah," you say, and the stutter in your voice makes Flowery chuckle. You resist the urge to elbow him in the side.
Your body is a little more tenacious in the Dark World yet, at the same time, yields in ways that wouldn't be possible otherwise. You pant as the eggs start making their way inside of you, stretching your insides wider than Flowery's dick. He places his hand on your lower stomach, poking at the skin.
"I think I can feel where they are," he muses, applying pressure with his hand. Shivers run through your body. "Did we still make them too big?"
"No, no, no- It's just fine," you pant out, trembling on his lap.
Flowery hums in response. "Next time, we're doing this in a different position. I just know you look unbeleafably cute right now."
You huff out a breath, but your brain is unable to come up with any kind of retort because of the pressure against your cervix. You whine as one egg lines up after the other, applying more and more pressure until something deep inside you finally yields, the eggs entering your womb.
i think those 'flowery's voice lines did big damage to autistic people' posts are really funny,,, just thinking about what he'd actually respond like if you echoed them in front of him?
i think he'd find it very fun and genuinely does not mind whatsoever!! it makes him laugh.
"i'm flattered, but are you sure you don't want some voice lines of your own, buttercup?" (and maybe you already do have some vocal stims you've picked up somewhere else! so you do have them.)
and when you tell him that you just have the urge to repeat stuff that sounds fun to you, or that you hear a lot, etc. he's absolutely going to try and make new voice lines that he would just . personally enjoy if you started repeating??
man whips out the "flowery is the best" voiceline made just for the purpose of hearing you say it?? and maybe you don't even actually ever repeat it LOL but IF YOU DO, he's having the time of his life and looking like this -> ^_^
Flowery being fascinated with readers heartbeat ,, đđ
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- Iâm of the mind that he knows that humans/some monsters give off body heat. (People hold flowers in their hands all the time, touch the petals when admiring them etc.) but I donât think heâd know right away about heartbeats. When would he ever have had the chance to get close to someoneâs pulse points??
- He might have a faint(??) idea of them, because of the whole anime protagonist thing he has going on. (Doki doki lol)
-But I was just thinking of the intense well meaning curiosity of him finally having his own body that he can change the outside of, but not the inside. He will never have a heartbeat like yours but heâs so obsessed with feeling/hearing it. (Itâs so human!)
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When he expressed interest in your heartbeat you gladly offered your wrist, explaining how you can feel your pulse in various locations through the body. He happily took your wrist, brushing his thumb over your skin. âYour skin is so soft here, itâs amazing! (Yes!)â
You giggle, telling him heâs one to talk, having velvety petal skin. He shakes his head(no no no), insisting itâs different.
He presses his thumb harder when you tell him heâs can, and he smiles wide when he confirms he can feel your pulse. You find his glee infectious, and smile as well. âItâs such an amazing indicator. Youâre so aliveâŚâ his wow voice line goes off making you giggle.
When you point to the bend of your elbow he eagerly slides his hands up your arm, both hands on you as he feels your skin, applying pressure to chase your heartbeat. He closes his eyes, lips mouthing something. âAre you counting it?â You laugh. âI am! Itâs a great rythm! It almost makes me want to dance.â He teases. You roll your eyes, letting him mess with your arm.
He puts one hand on your elbow, the other on your wrist, proving it indeed is the same heartbeat(lol).
When he inquires about the others is when you get a smidge shy. Telling him your neck would be one other point youâre willing to let him feel. He thanks you, and really makes sure youâre ok with it and not just doing this because he wants it.
When you give the double affirmative, he lets you guide his hand to the side of your neck. It takes a second before you pinpoint the correct spot. He gently presses down more, making you look away shyly. Having his concentration face so close is a little flustering. His other hand rests on your opposite shoulder, keeping you close to him. âWhat are you-â he leans down, making your brain short circuit when his lips meet your neck.
âAh! Ahahahaha! You got meâŚ.â You stutter out, assuming this is just him teasing you. âIt got quickerâŚhmmm what ever could that mean.â
Confirming your suspicions, he peaks his eyes open to look at you. You turn your heated face away even more, shoving him lightly. âWhatever.â You grumble, making him laugh.
Your sleeping next to Flowery imagine is CHEFS KISS đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸ I offer you all the money in my bank for the great writing you do.
Playing off of that imagine!!! Might I request your thoughts/a fic surrounding how Flowery would react to reader passing out from exhaustion. Maybe theyâre stressing to the point where their legs canât carry them anymore and they just give out, or theyâve found so much needed comfort in a quiet moment with him that they just canât stay awake any longer
Thank you for your service đ
All the money you say? đ /j
(I donât think this really needs a warning đđ but just in case thereâs some intimate cuddling thatâs it snanajsjdjdjddn)
This week was rough. That much was certain. Youâve consistently been missing out on vital sleep for days, and you were really starting to physically feel it. You know you really shouldnât overdo it, and that you should go home and rest, but you miss your darkworld friends.
Itâs been a few days already since you last saw themâŚ.and as much as you hate to admit it youâve grown accustomed to seeing them almost daily. You canât stand not visiting them for long. You can always rest later when you go home, you keep telling yourself, as you use the spare flower shop key that was gifted to you.
The key turns easily in the keyhole and you push the back door open and it creaks softly. Only taking a few steps before letting the darkness envelop you and free-falling. It almost felt relaxing to you in this exhausted state. Your tired body weightlessly drifting through the air.
Youâre gently deposited on a soft patch of grass, and the warm âsunâ of the floral dark world caresses your skin. You sit in the grass a bit longer than you should. Your body feels so heavy, limbs buzzing and yelling at you that you need to rest. You could honestly close your eyes and sleep here. But no, youâre not here for that.
You force yourself up off the ground, sluggishly meandering through the familiar sights. A netskie chitters as you pass by it. You give it a tired smile and manage a finger wiggle to it and it cocks its head at you and watches as you walk away. When you turn back to where youâre walking you nearly stumble into Aqua whoâs spinning around in the middle of the path. âUuuuuu, itâs you itâs you!!â She stops her spinning to jump around, bouncing off the top of your head and onto Sethâs as well, who youâve now spotted as well.
âHey guys, what are you up to?â You yawn, hand coving your mouth lightly. Seth pushes their glasses up with a plotting smirk. âWeâre working on our finishing touches of a new bullet pattern attack.â You blink slowly, lids unbearably heavy. You swear your head might have swayed to the side a little. âThatâs great.â You mumble as you right yourself.
âUuuuu, what are you doing? Is this a new game?â Aqua asks, putting a sleeved hand under her chin as she observes you. âHuh? Nothing Iâm just a little tired. Say, whereâs everyone else?â You say, pushing your shoulders back and forcing your eyes to open more.
Seth raises a question brow but doesnât push any further. âThe others are at the Castle still I believe.â You nod, focusing on staying awake, not really registering something else Seth says. âIm gonna go check it out then, see what everyoneâs up to.â You mumble, continuing your walk. They both watch you walk away silently then they start talking again, but youâre too sleepy and too far away to really make it out. You smile a little deliriously. Those two are always so silly, and always up to something.
You pass by the the diner, waving at a Floradinn who is lingering outside, they give you a goofy smile back then give you a weird face as they watch you sway a little bit before you catch yourself. You laugh awkwardly and continue on. Maybe this was a bad ideaâŚ. Youâre this far already tho. Maybe you can rest briefly at the castle. YeahâŚjust make it to the castleâŚ
You make it to the courtyard and spot some of the others dancing with Blue. You use the sight of your friends as the extra motivation you need to force your legs to move you forward the rest of the way, youâre nearly there, one foot planted on the stairs, hand half raised ready to call out your greetings when a voice behind startles you.
âHowdy! Howâs it growing, Sunshine?â You jump, tired body clumsily twisting as quick as it can to face him in the split second he called out to you. Your legs do not follow suit and you completely crumple.
Flowery quickly catches your head before you can fully eat dirt, and the rest of the flower gang who were dancing together finally notice you in the commotion.
âAre you alright?!â Blue asks as he rushes over, pulling Yellow along with him. You hold a weak shaky hand up. âIâm fine guys it was just a slip up.â You mumble, sitting up out of Flowerys arms. âYâsure pardner?â Yellow asks as he scratches the back of his head. You nod placatingly. âItâs fine, just happy to see you guys.â You blink hard, eyes stinging with tiredness.
Flowery frowns slightly as he stays squatted down beside you. âWeâre happy to see you too, You sure youâre feeling ok?â You sigh. âIâm just a little tired is all.â You say, shifting yourself to get up off the ground/stairs. Floweryâs hand grips your elbow, keeping you from getting up. âAllow me to help you up!â He quickly gets up on his own two feet then holds out his hand.
When you take it you were expecting to be pulled up to standing, which you supposed you did for maybe .5 seconds before Flowery placed his other hand under your knees and scooped you up in his arms instead. You blink in shock, hands pressing against his chest trying to push yourself out of his hold. âFlowery Iâm fine!!!!â
His no no no voice clip rings in your head. âYou clearly need some rest! The others donât mind waiting before seeing you!â He turn you to the others who give their confirmation that you should rest. Green gives you a concerned wave goodbye as Flowery takes you past the castles front doors.
Your protests and squirming eventually dies out because youâre simply too weak and tired. That and Flowery is deceptively strong for having such a lean build. You huff, pouting and letting your head rest against his chest. He smiles down at you and you grumble some more, closing your eyes so you donât have to look at him and his stupid sweet grin.
The rhythmic movements of his steps lull you into a dreamless sleep. You canât fight it anymore, being cradled so.
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When you wake, you almost thought you were back home in bed had it not been for the gentle fingers massaging your scalpâŚand the gentle vibrations of someoneâs chest as they hummed. You didnât move, scanning your surroundings.
Dim light cast through a colorful stained glass window, and the scent of sweet flowers was very strong. You could make out the outlines of some furniture, and some leafy vines hanging tastefully from the ceiling. So you were definitely still in the dark worldâŚ..
Your focused observations faltered when the fingers massaging your scalp dipped lower near the back of your neck, making your skin tingle. You brave a look up at who exactly youâre laying on top of, youâre pretty sure you already knew.
âHowdy again, Buttercup.â The fondness in his voice and the affection in his touch as he does a particularly soft scratch against your scalp makes your face heat up. âFloweryâŚ.what uhâŚwhere are we?â You try to prop yourself up on your elbows but he gently pulls you back against him, massaging your shoulders.
âWeâre back in my room! The most comfortable spot to rest, in my floral opinion. (Yes!)â The tips of his fingers prod at your back muscles lightly, digging a little more when he sees how you practically deflate against him. âIs this okay?âŚ..â you mumble against him, feeling a little self conscious of the whole situation. Itâs a little embarrassing being in such a state around him the more you think about it. Sure heâs given you hugs and carried you around, but this is the most physical contact you think youâve ever gotten with him.
âI think so. I wouldnât be here with you if it wasnât. Youâre not burdening me, Sunshine.â He says as if reading your mind. You let out another tired sigh, and nuzzle your face further into his chest. He must have taken off his vest because you only feel the soft texture of his button up shirt. Youâre glad itâs darker in here at least. Your face is probably visibly pink by now.
He continues rubbing your aching muscles and running his fingers through your hair. âWhy donât you rest some more?â He hums. You puff air out of your nose but offer no protest. Your body feels like deadweight anyways under his comforting touch.
His massaging melts into tracing simple shapes down your back, and he plants a kiss on the top of your head that makes your stomach flutter. You close your eyes tighter and turn your head farther down. His laugh vibrates against you and he squeezes his arms around you affectionately.
You grumble a bit, sleep already pulling at the edges of your consciousness once again. âIâve got you, just go ahead and restâŚâ he coos, and thatâs all it takes before you slip back into a sweet slumber.
