Secret Garden - Tumblr Posts
“This place is gorgeous Howl!” - Sophie Hatter
Ah, my favorite movie after ‘The Lego Movie’; Howl’s Moving Castle. I absolutely ADORE Sophie and Howl. Don’t even get me started on Marckle or Calsiver.
Garden Beds Buckinghamshire Ideas for a sizable, traditional, summertime raised garden bed in the backyard.
Secret garden (2020)
Exterior Concrete An illustration of a sizable, minimalistic, two-story concrete building with a tile roof.
Exterior Concrete An illustration of a sizable, minimalistic, two-story concrete building with a tile roof.
Driveway - Driveway Design ideas for a huge contemporary front yard landscaping.
Fire Pit - Contemporary Landscape Inspiration for a sizable, modern, stone-paved, fire-pit-equipped backyard.
Pathway - Landscape Inspiration for a sizable, contemporary backyard with partial sun concrete paver landscaping.
A few days ago I found this plant nursery that use to be an old cottage, and oh my gosh!!??? The lengths I would go to live like this.
Secret Garden - Oikawa Tooru
Now, Oikawa wasn’t the worst of the boys you could find. Sure, he had a reputation that he would ever so carefully hold up, the flirty pretty boy who also was the captain of his school’s volleyball club. He himself took a lot of pride in being the unbothered flirt that he was. He didn’t mean to lead people on by flirting, and everybody around him realized that. Going back to the part where he was unbothered, yeah, that part stood true for the most of it, but he too had his moments of weakness, like now.
The day was as normal as it could be, him in his seat beside his seatmate who never seemed to care enough about him to ever try to converse to him outside the introductions and occasional polite smiles for a greeting. He understood you weren’t the big on talking, but he wouldn’t mind having someone to joke around with during a boring class. Not that he hadn’t tested out his charms on you, but you were a part of the lesser population who were immune to his flirting. Or so he thought. Of course, he missed that slight twitch of the corner of your mouth fighting to form a smile, or the embarrassing heat that creeped up the side of your neck which threatened to grow red. Of course, you didn’t have to hide your very obvious flustered state, knowing better that he was used to all the flustered girls around him and where was the fun in that? Why would you, when he gave the most animatedly wide eyes on having “failed” to fluster you as he thought he would?
And that day was the same, a polite smile and then the same boring lectures as the teacher went on teaching something that couldn’t be anymore boring for you. While Oikawa was the volleyball jock in all its truest sense, he also was a nerd who actually paid attention in class and took notes. Having been bored out of your mind, your usual aloof self slipped up. It wasn’t the worst,you just drew a big stupidly ugly flower on the margin of the book that laid open on your desk and it just had to belong to the person sitting beside you. To remind you, it wasn’t the worst situation, it could have been worse had you drawn it with something more permanent like a pen, it was just a pencil. You could erase it before the owner of the book noticed, right? Wrong. While you turned your side, scrambling to search for an eraser which, who knows you even had, Oikawa looked up to his book to refer to it and was greeted by the flower staring right back at him.
Oikawa was a nerd. He owns the cleanest books, in the best condition he could have. He made sure his books were free from any kind of pencil scratches or ink smudges. Pulling his book closer to have a look at the drawing that sat on his book, he could be sworn the face drawn on the flower seemed to mock him. The flower was HUGE and smug?? Oikawa Tooru wasn’t an angry person by any sense, but he always thought something like this would be the reason he loses his cool. Having surprised himself by the equally huge blush on his face, he couldn’t seem to gather any words as he shyly glanced towards his seatmate who hadn’t noticed him as he hid his growing smile. Once again, surprising himself, he grabbed a pencil of his own. Taking one last glance at his busy seatmate, who still continued to rummage through her bag, he started drawing flowers of his own around the obnoxiously huge flower.
“Finally”, you thought, as you accepted the eraser from your friend’s hand as you turned towards where you last left the book, already noticed the boy grabbing his book. You prayed internally for him to not notice the little souvenir you had left with your pencil.You continued to steal glances of your seatmate while holding onto the eraser in your hand, waiting impatiently for the book to be placed away for you to erase the drawing. And to your relief, he did so. Judging by his calm demeanor, you sighed, convinced that the boy hadn’t noticed your mistake. Subtly shifting closer to the book, you noticed the little garden drawn around your flower, eyes growing wide. You glanced at the boy who sat beside you, ducking into the notebook he had been writing in. Choosing not to erase the little artwork. You continued to act oblivious about the whole situation you had found yourself in. The volleyball captain who was flocked by girls gifting him daily was blushing beside you because of a drawing?
You knew a secret about the notoriously famous volleyball captain, the shy dorky side of him he was unable to hold back at the drawing of a smug little (huge) flower. That same day when you had left him in the class to sit back and stare at the flower you had drawn labeled - Oikawa Tooru, for him to find. That same day, he looked up how to draw flowers. He wanted to draw them for you, in your book by the margin and of course he too would draw an arrow and write your name beside it. If anyone was to ask him how many he had practiced making the same flower, he would be quick to deny even looking it up on the internet. If he had to make a flower to write your name with, it had to be a pretty one, so of course it would be a few days until he finally gathers the confidence to even draw in your book.
Even though it wasn’t as good as he thought it would be, he was content with the blush that rested comfortably on your cheeks as you looked away from your book at the sight of the flower drawn in pink ink, with a blushing face drawn on the flower, mindful to not draw over the text while your name was written in delicate cursive.
Oikawa didn’t know what to expect after that, he drew for you back that day, but he didn’t expect it to become an ongoing thing where he would return home and find a neatly folded paper, torn from the book you carried everywhere with you. A new flower doodle every day, while he did the same, although he did always research a little more each time to impress you.
Sitting in his seat, he was waiting for you to come sit yourself beside him and allow him to ramble how ‘Iwa-chan is always so mean to him” and how many times he got smacked in the head by him in the last practice session. You were still rather quiet and preferred to listen than talk, but Oikawa always got you to whine about how much you hated studying and how unfair it was that your dog preferred your parents over you.
Sitting yourself, you immediately turned towards the eager boy, turned towards you to greet you loudly while throwing his arms around “his favorite seatmate’. Again bored, you turned towards the boy you had grown to like over the months of talking. It wasn’t hard to take a liking to the boy you already had a crush on even before becoming friends.You gently pressed onto the pink, palm-sized envelope sealed carefully with a wax seal. Passing it to the boy it was meant for, you were greeted with the same blush from the first drawing, brows raised up into a question asking what was this supposed to be. Poking out your chin, you signaled the boy to open it. On opening the envelope Oikawa was greeted with a bunch of pressed flowers held between a folded paper, taking out the paper he was met with the same smug flower from the first time but this time followed with a “i like you, stupid flower boy”.
Oikawa had a secret, he liked his seatmate who first refused to give him any more attention than a polite greeting, the seatmate who drew him a pretty flower, the seatmate who he would whine to while clinging close to the quiet girl who made him blush on the slightest smile.
Picking up the same pink pen he had used to draw you the flower along with your name, he gripped the hand laid on the desk, drawing the best he could, he drew you a big pink heart on the back of your hand then turning your hand to face the palm of your hand, he wrote - “you are the stupid one between us, but i like you too”. Pressing a kiss to the heart he drew, he shyly turned back to his books, smile never leaving his face as he continued to steal glances at throughout the class, unable to focus on anything but the thought of now being able to drag all his games and greeting his seatmate with kisses in the morning.
Crosswalk Masterlist:
Key: f: fuff; a: angst; h: humor; c: comfort
HAIKYUU:
Free real estate! Kuroo Tetsurou:
Free real estate: (f)
Are we getting a dog : (f) (h)
countless (aftermath) (f)
Love it when you boss me around: (f) (texts) (coming soon)
No match!Atsumu Miya:
No match!Atsumu Miya: (f) (h)
Come back : (f) (h) (texts)
Whatever this is! Kuroo Tetsurou:
Spoiler
Whatever this is! Kuroo Tetsurou: (f) (a)
Hi stranger (f) (h) (texts)
Secret garden! Oikawa Tooru:
Secret garden! Oikawa Tooru:(f)
Milky Way! Kageyama Tobio:
Spoiler
Milky Way! Kageyama Tobio: (f)
Kaori! Kuroo Tetsurou:
Spoiler
Kaori! Kuroo Testurou:(f) (h)
Secret Secret! Kuroo Testurou: (valentine's event):
Secret Secret! Kuroo: (f)
Drabbles: Haikyuu
Kissing!Kuroo:
Comfort!Kuroo:
Clingy!Kuroo:
MY HERO ACADEMIA:
Get used to it! Bakugou Katsuki:
Get used to it! Bakugou Katsuki: Part 1: (f)
Get used to it! Bakugou Katsuki: Part 2: (f) (a)
Get used to it! Bakugou Katsuki: Part 3: (f)
Drabbles: My hero academia:
Dork! Bakugou Katsuki:
A hero!Bakugou Katsuki:
Needy!Bakugou Katsuki:
Katsuki with glasses (f)
Bad days with Katsuki (f) (c)
Kisses with Katsuki (f)
Katsuki never likes to pull away first (f)
Katsuki with glasses (f)
Asks: Katsuki Bakugou:
Forgets his anniversary
react to his child telling his mom to shut up
Truth quirk
Katsuki with a coquette reader
Time stamps:
11:53: Katsuki Bakugou
12:03-(coming soon)
Omg Secret Garden is painful to watch..why did I choose to watch this show
Kdramas I have watched
23. Secret Garden
I came across this show while scrolling through Netflix and when I saw Hyun Bin's in it I had to check it out. The show was described as fantasy romance but the fantasy aspect took too many episodes to make an appearance.
The only fantasy you get in this show is that they switch bodies. The first switch was very funny and I enjoyed those few episodes but that's about the only nice thing I have to say about this show. The show really dragged on and I think I felt this way because I wasn't invested in any of the characters or their stories. I just wanted it to end.
Don't watch this! There are much better things you could be doing
30 DAY K-DRAMA CHALLENGE
D18- Worst K-drama trope
Poor girl+rich guy
Male lead's disapproving mother
Amnesia
30 DAY K-DRAMA CHALLENGE
D27- Kdrama you dropped
*didn't actually drop them but really wanted to
Secret garden
Cinderella and four knights
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