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yellow
— namjoon x f. reader; drabble; this is a very short piece because well, I love writing and I love namjoon. and this is inspired by a tumblr post I saw some time ago about a man who didn't like yellow but straight up made a whole poem about yellow just because his girl thought yellow was his favorite color. I'm romantic if you didn't realize it yet by any chance...
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As I stare at her crouching down to caress a dog that ran to her legs, the faint smile I have on my face shows it all to everyone who passes by us at the riverbank of the Han River.
I am a man in love.
When she gets up again and her hand searches for mine like muscle memory, I don't think if she actually had eyesight things would be much more different — I know she can't see my face, but there is an infinity of things she can see way past the façade I put on to survive the cruel world we live in.
"Do you know what my favorite color is?" I caress her knuckles intertwined with mine. There's no way I wouldn't feel my heart ache once the realization that she lets me guide her wherever I go settles in — even if she doesn't see the patch, she trusts me enough to follow. It's like this, our conversations. We say something out of the blue and keep going until our lips are dry from how much we talk without drinking water.
She squeaks before she gives me the most inaccurate answer she could've given me. "Yellow!"
I stop, giving my undivided attention to her. Behind her resplendent figure, the sun sets in a pattern of deep yellow tones — it looks like a halo on her head from where I stand, and her smile never falters. Her eyes are unfocused but she still directs them at me, and at this very moment it feels like she can see the world as I do.
I think the way she percepts the world is way more magical.
Yellow isn't my favorite color — not even close. I don't know how she came to that conclusion, if she heard something about the color recently or if it simply was the first thing that came to her mind. Either way, I stop and think about the way she so enthusiastically answers me. I never did think of yellow like this, but I can't bring myself to tell her she's wrong — because now I see yellow everywhere.
Yeah, maybe yellow is my favorite color and I simply never realized it.
She gives a step ahead and traces her delicate fingertips on my face, then flattens her palm on my cheek, and up close I can see a set of different emotions crossing her face. This is the only way she can know what I look like, and honestly, I think she's so strong. I'm weak. I don't know if I would ever be able to imagine a life where I can't see her beautiful face.
"I won't ever get tired of telling you how beautiful you are in my head," the tip of her pointer finger stops right in my dimple. "I like this," she says and traces her fingertip over my nose. "I like your nose too. You're so handsome."
She can't possibly know the standards of beauty — she has never seen it. That's what makes her words much more valuable. I know I've never been the standard of masculine beauty, whatever the hell that is. With her, I don't even feel the need to be beautiful or not. What I feel when I'm with her transcends all that.
"Why yellow first?" I ask out of curiosity. The way she processes the world around her never fails to amaze me. The more I know, the more I want to know.
"Because it's warm and smells fresh. Like you."
I'm almost sure she can feel the warmth spreading on my cheeks through her fingertips, and when I think I can't be more enchanted by her, it proves to be a circle where I always end where I began.
She told me once she doesn't know what colors look like, but she does know what colors feel like. Her first grade teacher once made her bury her hands in warm sand, and told her that's what yellow feels like. She relates colors to sensations, and out of all the colors, yellow was the most outstanding to her. She loves the beach because of this, and she thinks it's entirely yellow.
"You took a wild guess and hit jackpot."
She squeaks. "Did I guess right?! Is yellow really your favorite color?!"
I can't hold my hands to myself and not put that strand of hair behind her ear. She blushes but plays it cool like I don't affect her. Like she doesn't affect me.
"Now it is."
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drawing hair drives me mad wahhh
can you tell i like vflower yet
i might draw ia at some point in the near future but i’m much fuzzier on her design so i’ll have to go back and study it:3
With your warm weight nestled against her, Alcina almost thinks it possible that there might be a place for her in paradise after all.
It’s time to get REAL soft, lycans and gentlegirls. Like, SILKY soft. 💕 Just imagine falling asleep in her arms like that — or in a bed like that.
[image description: a grey and blue fluffy dragon-ish character sits in a grass field during a sunny day. The bellflowers are blooming and birds are soaring in the sky. To me it conveys a feeling of warmth, happiness and hope. End description.]
For Flayfuzzdurg :3 a recent YCH that I auctioned off and ended up having my friend take the slot! Had a ton of fun painting their critter here, definitely one of my fave commissions I've done!
I love these two so much. Their relationship is very important to me.😭
🌟!PLEASE DO NOT TAG THIS AS SHIP!🌟
New Special Interest Unlocked!
Bookbinding.
I am just so deeply in awe of the history of books and how they were made throughout. It's such an interesting thing to just learn about because I'd always loved books, but I had never given the process of creating one just ANY thought. I'm fascinated.
...Brb gonna stock up on material so I can bind books of my own.
