Yellow Carnations | J.changmin

yellow carnations | j.changmin

synopsis: having a crush on your neighbourhood florist might be something out of a romance book but yours seemed like it came out of a book of misfortune.

pairing: tbz’s q x reader

genre: angst, a bit of fluff

wc: 1.4k

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warnings: sad ending

leona was listening to: old love by yuji

not proofread 

“welcome!” a very familiar voice called out to you as you entered the quaint flower shop, the bell chiming above you. “oh, hey y/n,” changmin said as he saw who came into his parents’ shop. to be frank, he wasn’t surprised to see you here as you seem to be here every other day for god knows what reason but he just assumed you found comfort in the floral scent.

“hi, changmin. i’ll be at the café stand first,” you waved then pointing to the makeshift drink stand the flower shop had by the corner. he nodded and you took the cue to leave. while the reason you kept coming here was somewhat true, let’s face it, the bigger reason why you came was because of said boy. 

changmin and his parents had moved to your city for the last three years and you still remember how you felt when you first saw him during your afternoon stroll. his blonde hair immediately caught your attention and you made it a mission to find out more about him.

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humming a tune under your breath, you weren’t too alert of your surroundings which lead to you crashing into a guy carrying several plastic bouquets. “woah! oh my, i’m so sorry,” you immediately got down to your knees and helped him pick up the dropped flowers when you regained your senses. 

the flowers were absolutely beautiful and you had never seen them before. an exotic flower? “wow, these are so pretty! i’m sorry i dropped them..” you trailed, finally looking up at the taller male, immediately taken aback by his looks. “heh, it’s okay, it didn’t do too much damage,” he chuckled, gripping the bouquets tighter before continuing, “these are actually crocuses, they symbolise new beginnings.” 

“ooh, how do you know so much?” you were intrigued to say the least, a boy pops up out of nowhere and is suddenly spitting out flower symbols? “well first, hi, i’m changmin. my parents and i just moved into the neighbourhood and we’re setting up our family flower shop just down this road,” he explained. 

“that’s so cool! i’m y/n, i’ll be sure to come visit,” you smiled gently at the thought of meeting him more often. “yea, of course. i have to go now, see you around y/n,” he waved goodbye, a whiff of his perfume lingered in your nose as he walked past you. 

oh boy, he has you wrapped around his finger for sure.

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here you were, sat at a small table, sipping your strawberry acai refresher as you watched changmin mingle with the customers and not hesitating to help them out whenever they needed it. you couldn’t help but allow a grin to form on your face, seeing his outgoing personality. 

“y/n, if you’re in love with my son, just tell me, i’ll do the rest!” changmin’s mom came from the storage room, approaching you with a knowing look. “mrs ji, it’s not like that,” you played it off, a red hue basically forming on your cheeks. “yea, yea, denial is the first step,” she laughed at you before stirring her own mug of coffee. 

the two of you continued your conversation when changmin finally came over when the store’s peak hour was over. “i’ll leave you guys to it,” his mom kinda threw you under the bus with that comment and that smirk on her face but changmin didn’t see it or pretended not to see it because he didn’t say anything. 

“so, may i be of any assistance today, miss y/n?” he asked, jokingly. “hm, i think so, sir changmin! what’s a flower that represents admiration?” you played along, which was something he was definitely not expecting but he took in your words. “well, you could get either dianthuses or dahlias, both have several meanings but admiration is one of the more known reasons,” he placed his chin on his palm, pondering about his flower knowledge. 

you simply nodded but his words caught you off-guard, “what do you need them for?” coughing slightly, you could only reply, “it’s for.. research! yeah! a uni project, mhm.” you didn’t think he was this gullible but he bought your reason and abruptly stood up. he reached behind the counter before he handed you a small A5 sized book, “floriography”. 

when you flipped through it, you were surprised to see detailed illustrations of flowers and their symbols, “oh wow, what is this book?” 

“i got it when i first started getting into this florist industry so i figured this would be really informative for your project, feel free to borrow it for as long as you’d like!” he beamed at you and your heart could only take so much. “a-are you sure? doesn’t this mean a lot to you?” you stuttered, not believing what changmin is doing for you. “i mean, yea but you need it more,” he sheepishly grinned and you only threw your arms around his shoulder. “thank you!” 

you left the flower shop with a giddy feeling, book close to your chest as you hugged it. you did feel bad because first, this book means a lot to him and second, you didn’t even have a uni project. you simply had admiration for changmin. i mean, he was an amazing florist and he could’ve been doing what he enjoys but he instead took care of his family business, starting at a young age. you were head over heels for him.

you were scanning the pages when two flowers caught your eyes. ‘red tulips’ and ‘gladiolus’. red tulips meant passion and love, almost saying “my feelings are true” while gladiolus had the symbolism of infatuation and admiration. seeing these, you took it as the perfect time to send these to changmin. 

it was a really bold step but you felt that you had kept this crush on him for the longest time already, the timing should be right. the worst that could happen was he would reject you and you will have to put up with that..

who are you kidding? your world would probably crash down and you’d die of embarrassment! your own thoughts made this so much harder to decide what to do. but, before you knew it, you were already placing a bouquet of red roses, tulips and gladiolus on the flower shop doorstep, an hour before the shop would start to operate. 

you don’t know what came over you but you felt like you had to run away so you did. run away from these thoughts of uncertainty and insecurity. you prayed for him to return the feelings and you could only pace around the room, waiting for a reply. 

several days had passed and you completely avoided the shop incase changmin would feel uncomfortable because he has yet to reply to you. even though you badly wanted to see him, you’d rather not make matters worse. 

you were in your room, drawing flower sketches all over your notes when the doorbell rang. you begrudgingly stepped towards the front door and was met with a bouquet of yellow flowers. a card on the front had your name on it so you immediately brought it to your room. 

you took a deep breath in before ripping the card apart from the staple. it read, “to: y/n, from: changmin”. wait, changmin? he gave you flowers? oh my god, he gave you flowers! today was a happy day and that was the only thing you could think of.

you hastily opened the card and he only wrote two words in there. “yellow carnations.”

hold on, these words were familiar to you. you’ve seen this in the book he gave you before. you were almost like a mad woman, flipping and scanning through every page until you found ‘yellow carnations’. you hoped for the best but the words written in the book only made you feel like digging a hole in the backyard for yourself.

“yellow carnations symbolise rejection and disdain.”

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My Future

Scenario Prompt: Evan Buckley writes an anonymous love letter to you because he wants to confess his love. Requested by: Anonymous/Jay

Pairing: Evan Buckley x GN!Reader

Warnings: There are a couple kisses towards the end, but that's it!

Word Count: 2.2k

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Walking back to your car, you watched the couple across the street. Hands clasped as they pressed closely together, grins on their face. They were both dressed nicely, surely going out to dinner for Valentines Day.

You felt a soft pang in your chest. You weren't one to feel jealous of people, couples especially, but things changed since you met Buck. There was something lingering between you, but you feared nothing would come of it.

For a moment, today, when Buck came to talk to you, you thought, for just a moment, that he was going to ask you out. He asked what time your shift was up, so you couldn't help but hope. But when it lead to nothing, you couldn't push down the disappointment.

Finally getting back to your apartment, you let out a sigh as you stepped inside. Hearing a soft crinkle underneath your feet, you quickly staggered, looking down at what you stepped on. You frowned when you saw an envelope.

Various thoughts ran through your head. Were you being kicked out? Was it a maintenance warning? A passive aggressive letter from a neighbor?

Picking up the envelope, you pulled out the letter inside. It was typed out instead of handwritten. Glancing at the envelope and bottom of the letter, you saw no name. Anonymous?

You sat at your kitchen counter as you read the letter. Your heart beginning to hammer in your chest the further you got.

- - - - - -

Dear Y/n,

I hate that I feel more confident writing this out that saying it to your face. I thought I would be able to do it, but it turns out I'm a coward when it comes to you. I guess I'm afraid you wont feel the same if I tell you how I feel. And I've never done well with rejection.

You make me more nervous than anyone, sometimes its hard to think, let alone speak when you look at me. I've never been the type to get butterflies in my stomach, but I do when I look at you. When you smile or laugh, especially when you laugh. I think it's my favorite sound, I always find myself trying to make you laugh just so I can hear it.

I feel like a love drunk teenager when I think about you. I wonder where you are, what you're doing, if you're happy. It drives me crazy that I wish I was with you all the time. We spend half of our days together but sometimes it still feels like it's not enough.

We're close, we get along so well, and I always feel like there is something else between us, something pulling us together. I think, or at least, I hope, that you feel it too, but I can't help but fear it's all in my head. I know I'm rambling on about this, but there is so much I want to tell you, so much I'm afraid I might fail to say in person.

Today, I wanted to ask you out, for Valentines Day. To be my Valentine, but the words died on my lips when you looked up at me. And I don't know if I imagined it or not, but I thought you almost seemed disappointed. Finally, I was able to get the confidence to do something, to do this.

I know I haven't said who I am, but I'm pretty sure it's obvious. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything, so please don't think you have to. If you feel the same, or want to hear the words from my own mouth, meet me on the rooftop at 7pm. If you show up, I'll tell you everything I wanted to say but have been too scared too. If you don't show up, I'll know I misunderstood, and I'll never say anything else, and it will stop here.

I hope to see you there, I hope I was right in thinking there is something here. So, until then.

- - - - - - -

Your chest was clenching tightly as anxiety rocketed through you. There was an address written on the bottom of the letter. A building not far from Buck's apartment. You knew it was Buck who wrote the letter, it was obvious.

His words answered every question you had since you met him. Did he have feelings for you? Were you imagining it? Did he know you had feelings for him? Why did he never say anything?

There were so many thoughts rampaging through your mind. Grabbing your bag you headed towards the door, before halting. You looked down at your outfit, realizing it was what you had been wearing all day. Would he mind? Would he expect you to dress up? Was this turn into a date?

Quickly heading into your bedroom, you changed as fast as you could. You chose nice clothes, that weren't too proper before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. Quickly glancing at the clock, it read 6:35. Buck's apartment was nearly 30 minutes away, the building ever further. Would you make it on time?

Of course, it being Valentines Day, everyone was out on the road. You tapped your steering wheel in frustration as the cars in front of you crept slowly on.

6:46; you weren't close enough yet. How long would he wait for you? Five minutes? An hour?

6:55; as you drove past Buck's apartment, you looked for his car. You frowned when you couldn't see further into the parking lot.

Your eyes scanned over passing cars, making sure he wouldn't pass you.

7:07; You pulled into the parking lot of the building. Climbing out of the car, you looked up towards the roof. It was a small family owned business. Why was Buck here? Did he know the people who owned it? Was he trespassing?

7:13; you clambered up the fire escape towards the roof. Your nerves were intense as you labored your breathing. You fought fires and ran through collapsing buildings for a living. And yet, you never felt more nervous than you did right now.

As you stepped onto the roof, your eyes scanned the area. Landing on the corner of the building. A large blanket was laid out, small battery operated lanterns lighting the area up. A basket was placed on the edge of the blanket.

Your eyes moved to the edge of the roof. Buck was sitting on the edge of the building, legs hanging off as he stared out at the city.

Walking closer, you paused for a moment, not wanting to startle Buck so much he fell off the roof. You paused, flexing your hands as they sweated.

"Buck?" You spoke softly.

Buck still jumped a little as he turned to look back. You could see the mix of surprise and relief on his face as he saw you. He spun around and stood up. You smiled awkwardly at him as you walked a bit closer.

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he smiled at you. A nervous tick you picked up not long after you met.

"Hey! Uh, I wasn't sure you were gonna come." He said softly, chuckling nervously.

"There was a lot of traffic, I'm sorry." You apologized, wondering how nervous he had been when you didn't show up.

"Don't apologize, I get it, that-that's why I was waiting."

You stood in silence for a moment before he chuckled again, "I'm sorry, I'm nervous. You- You make me nervous. In a good way!" He added on a bit louder.

You smiled, "It's alright, I know how it feels." You said softly.

He studied you for a moment, understanding your words. "So I was right? I mean, you- you feel...the same?"

Smiling you nodded your head, "Yeah, Buck. I do."

A wide smile spread across his face, as relief washed over him. He took a few steps closer to you. "I'm sorry I was such a coward, no one has ever effected me like this. It's - it's different."

You smiled shyly at him and nodded lightly. "Yeah I know. I didn't say anything either, so it wasn't just you."

He looked down at his feet, ad then back at you. Then remembering what was behind him he spun around and motioned towards the picnic. "So, what do you think?"

You walked towards the picnic. "It looks great." You smiled, "Ive never had a night-time picnic, especially not one on a rooftop." You turne and looked at him. "Who owns this place anyways?"

He chuckled a little bit, "Uh, yeah, it's that couple that we helped out on a call a week back. They were really nice, and I came to their shop to see how things were going. They wanted to do something for me, and I did refuse at first, but when I had this idea, an no where to do it, I though, maybe they'd be down. And they were, they even helped me set it up."

You smiled as you remembered the couple he must be talking about. You looked back at the set up, he had brought your favorite drink, but you wondered what was in the basket.

"Before we, uh, before we sit-" you turned to Buck, who seemed suddenly nervous. "I wanna, I need to say something, otherwise I might chicken out again."

You nodded at him, encouraging him to continue, as your own heart pumped harshly.

He took a deep breath before meeting your eyes, your breath caught in your throat. His eyes bored into yours as they held a storm of emotion. Anxiety, fear, determination.

"I didn't just want to ask you on a date. I need you to know, to understand, that I want to be with you. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to go on multiple dates with you, to spend a part of every day with you outside of work. I want to hold you hand, to hold you. I want to comfort you after a hard day. I want all of it, because every time I think about my future, about the things I want, you are always there. I don't just want you to be a part of my future, I want you to be my future."

The more Buck talked, the more passionate his voice became, and the more animated his movement. He finally found his voice and had so much to say that it seemed he couldn't stop.

"I can't imagine not seeing you every day, I can't imagine you not being in my life. I want you to be a bigger part of it, I want- I"

As he began to fumble, desperate for more words to come, the emotion that had been building up in your chest seemed to explode forward. Stepping toward him and leaning up, you grabbed the side of his face and pressed a kiss to his lips.

His hands stilled in the air, as he froze. Realizing what was happening, his hands dropped and found their way to you waist. He leaned into the kiss just as you pulled away. He looked at you with mild surprise, and you smiled at him.

"I want you to be my future too Buck." You spoke softly, your voice just above a whisper.

Buck's lips curled up in a soft smile as he stared into your eyes. You felt his hand grip your waist a little tighter.

"I was talking too much wasn't I?" He said softly, an air of amusement lingering.

A grin spread across your face as a soft giggle erupted. "Maybe a little. But I liked what you were saying."

He chuckled as he pulled you towards him, your chest pressing against his as he stared into your eyes. You placed your hand on his chest and smiled at him.

"I really like you." He said softly as his eyes scanned your face, as if he was trying to memorize this moment.

"I really like you too." You responded.

Leaning down slowly, his eyes locked with yours for a brief moment before he leaned the rest of the way in. His lips connected with yours and the tightness in your chest got worse before suddenly releasing, as your whole body seemed to fill with a tingling sensation. Buck brought his hand up to the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled your body flush against his.

After a few moments, you broke the kiss, as you smiled breathlessly at each other. Buck motioned his head a bit towards the picnic area. "Hungry?"

You giggled softly, having forgotten about the picnic he set up. "I could eat."

"Good, because I probably brought way too much." Pulling away from you, he took your hand in his as he led you over to the picnic.

Sitting down, you sat right beside him, your shoulders pressed together. Looking out at the city lights in the near distance, you smiled, your heart pounding joyously in your chest.

You hadn't expected your day to end this well, but you were more than grateful it did. You were excited for what your future would hold, especially knowing it looked a lot like the man sitting next to you.

xx End xx

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ham sandwiches

wc: 0.9k | p: steve harrington x gn!reader | g: fluff, bff2more | w: single steve sadge

It's a pleasant surprise to see Steve Harrington striding into the hardware store with a small, cautious smile, looking almost bashful when his eyes can't seem to meet yours.

"Greetings," You say, leaning forward behind the cashier counter and resting your jaw on your open palm. "Looking for anything?"

"Just a companion," Answers Steve, shrugging as he nonchalantly slides over the flat surface that you'd just wiped— you couldn't care less, anyway— and faces you. He holds up two squares covered in a thin layer of plastic foil, "I brought two sandwiches... by total accident, of course. Thought I'd come 'n give one to you and maybe while I'm here spend some time with you while I'm on my break, hm?"

"Robin wouldn't want it?" You cock a brow up at him, but take the sandwich he'd offered nonetheless. "Nah," The boy brushes off. "Apparently she doesn't like ham."

That's a lie. A big fat lie. Robin loves ham sandwiches, as a matter of fact, but Steve had brought two sandwiches deliberately to spend time with you. It's a win for the both of you, though, because he knows very well you barely have any time to buy a snack for yourself given that you're the only employee working next door to the Family Video Store.

"Oh, thanks then." You beam as you unwrap the foil. Sliding down against the side of the counter, you pat on the floor next to you, emitting a content hum when you take the first bite into the meal and press your knee against his when he settles next to you.

“How’s business lately?” Your question is slightly muffled, courtesy of your mouthful of food, but Steve finds it a little funny and cute when you swipe a few crumbs off the corner of your mouth. “Eh, you know, it’s a normal deserted Monday. Quite the hoard of patrons last Saturday, though,”

You suppress a smile, “The hoard being another chick looking to rent out a movie to watch with a date?”

Your best friend groans, squishing the bread of his sandwich between his clenching fingers as he obnoxiously leans all his body weight against you, “Please, spare me the teasing. Robin is bad enough as it is. I don’t think I can handle yours.”

Truth be told, Steve couldn’t care less about said chicks and their dates. Ever since his epiphany and the lecture both Robin and Dustin had given him after he’d moped on about that date you’d gone out to, it was surprisingly easy to brush off everything else for the sake of doing anything related to you.

“Okay, okay. It’s not like I’d want you dating any other person you come across anyway.” You admit, pulling on a piece of lettuce that won’t seem to break off despite your efforts in bitting. It’s especially covered in the ‘secret sauce’ Steve had made, but you frankly wouldn’t care if any got onto your uniform.

“I don’t ask anyone out, L/N, I guess I’m just-” Steve stammers a little over his words, straining the air out of his throat in hopes that you wouldn’t hear although you sit next to him, leg swung over his as you watch him find the right words. “I guess I’ve just been lonely lately.”

Your lips are pursed a little as you adjust and sit up in your position. “I mean, if you put it that way…”

Steve watches (unintentionally hard) when you’re a little in thought, tapping your half-eaten sandwich against your chin. There are still crumbs on your cheek that you’d failed to scrub off, and he resists the urge to do it for you because god what he’d give to just hold you.

“Being lonely isn’t all that bad,” Your eyes cast up to the ceiling lights of the hardware store that flickers a little. “when you’ve got someone to be lonely with.”

Steve cracks out into a grin— a toothy, content one that only you can give him— and slowly brings up the ends of his fingers to swipe at the crumbed skin of your cheek. Seemingly startled (but not opposing), you turn to look at him, laying your sandwich on top of his that rests on your lap.

“How about this,” Steve’s breath tickles your skin and ignites shivers– good ones, like when you watch and enjoy an intense scene that’s reaching the climax of your favorite movie. “You and me, we’ll be lonely together around my place? Watch a movie? I swear I’ll pick out a good one,”

You chuckle, closing your eyes in pure disbelief that Steve Harrington could be potentially, possibly, probably, perhaps, feasibly be asking you out.

“I’m free tomorrow night,” You say in a nonchalant manner, though your chest beats in a racing pulse as you bring a slightly shaky hand up to take another bite out of that god-sent sandwich from a god-sent boy who’d just asked you out on a god-sent date.

Steve, inexplicably happy, stands up and leans down to take his sandwich from your lap, “I’ll pick you up at 8.” He plants his lips on your forehead, you can feel his smile against it, and releases with the most obnoxious and loud smooch noise you’d ever heard, which earns another chuckle from you.

“Don’t be late,” He says, climbing over the cashier counter.

“I won’t,”

“I’ll see you!”

“Thank you for the ham sandwich, Steve.”

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