#luvjoyed

━━ attractive (what do they find most attractive in a partner?) ᵎ

honestly, anyone who will give him attention in the way he needs it most. that anyone happened to be you, by the luck of the universe. wilbur wouldn’t trade the affection you give him on a daily basis for anything in the world.

━━ best memory (their favorite memory of you?) ᵎ

the two of you were drunk in his living room and blasting club music. you danced around him, laughing like an idiot as he watched you with a lopsided drunken smile. although he was near blacking out with the amount of vodka you shared with him, he could never forget how happy you looked to be dancing with him.

━━ cuddles (what type of cuddles do they like?) ᵎ

he likes being big spoon or having you lay on top of him with your head to his shoulder and nose pressed against his neck. he finds comfort in feeling your every exhale on his skin. he also likes the type where you face each other and your nose is pressed into his chest, engulfing you into his warmth. deep down, he likes being held just as much, so he very much so loves cuddles from you.

━━ dirty mind (do they have a dirty mind?) ᵎ

it’s wilbur. c’mon. of course he’ll giggle at the slightest thing that’s suggestive. a literal child.

━━ effort (how much effort do they put in the relationship?) ᵎ

it honestly gets tough sometimes due to how busy he is with lovejoy and also streaming, but he tries his damnedest to make you feel included throughout all of it. on his most exhausting days, he still somehow finds time to dedicate to you and your relationship with him.

━━ first date (what was your first date together?) ᵎ

wil took you to a really fancy restaurant. as cheesy as it was, you felt like you were in “the fault in our stars”. you felt out of place in such a fancy restaurant but wilbur made you laugh time after time so it seemed as it were only the two of you who existed.

━━ gentle (how gentle are they with you?) ᵎ

he would try his best to be, and most times he succeeds. the times he doesn’t, he spills in sorries and nicknames.

━━ hands (do they have nice hands?) ᵎ

yes. yes. yes. wilbur has the nicest of hands. you stare sometimes as he does tasks such as typing on his keyboard or simply talking with his hands as he streams or talks on the phone. you can’t help it. his hands are just pretty.

━━ impression (what was their first impression?) ᵎ

it was great from the start! sure, reading you and learning your inner workings at first was a small hassle, but he liked you from the beginning.

━━ jealousy (do they get jealous often? if so, what do they do?) ᵎ

not so much as jealous, but wilbur gets really really clingy and needy for your attention, especially when he’s sleepy. he’ll whine for you or look at you hopelessly from across the room if you’re off doing something or chatting with someone. he’s patient but needy as hell.

━━ kisses (what type of kisses do they like/give?) ᵎ

forehead kisses. they’re easiest with the height difference between the two of you. he likes to receive either neck kisses or shoulder kisses best. nothing sexual, he loves when you’re sleepy and absentmindedly press a kiss to his neck, or when you come behind him as he’s working on his computer and you give him a neck kiss then. shoulder kisses happen same as forehead kisses, compromise of height difference. he loves them nonetheless.

━━ love (do they show their love?) ᵎ

absolutely. it’s one of his favorite things. i think his love language is words of affirmation or acts of service? but acts of service in the way you guys would blow dry each other’s hair or he would ask you to sleep for him when you’re tired or he would make a cup of tea for the both of you after a long day. somedays he’s a mess of words for how lovely you are and how good of a lover you are to him.

━━ memory (their favorite memory in general?) ᵎ

anytime he’s with tommy is a great time for him. he loves the blond like a little brother. he tries to find time every few months for you, him, and tommy to spend time together. tommy always teases you for liking wilbur though the teen secretly likes knowing wil has someone besides him, as he’s his best friend.

━━ nickname (what nicknames do they call you?) ᵎ

this man is definitely british. he calls you “darling”, “my love” or “love”, “sweetheart”, and the occasional “baby” if he’s tired.

━━ over (what happened the one time you ‘broke up’?) ᵎ

it had been for a reason now neither of you can remember, but wilbur had drunkenly called you to pick him up from a bar as he couldn’t take himself home and was too drunk to call an uber. you picked him up and the rest is history.

━━ parents (what would they be like as a parent?) ᵎ

you and wilbur had agreed that it was far too early for children. with his life and you still quite young, it wasn’t a plan for either of you for a while. maybe in another time when you both settled down and was ready for such a responsibility as another human to take care of and raise.

━━ quirk (something special about them?) ᵎ

every halloween, he refuses to dress up. he wouldn’t be caught dead dressing up for halloween. you didn’t quite know why he hated the holiday so much. you had begged him for the first few years of your relationship, but you had given up eventually when it was apparent he wasn’t changing his mind anytime soon.

━━ romantic (how romantic are they?) ᵎ

he’s romantic when he wants to be. on valentine’s day and christmas — holidays — he’d specialize gifts for you. it was the sweetest thing. you loved them and he prided himself on his ability to gift-give. it wasn’t a love language, rather something special for his lover.

━━ sad (what are they like when they’re sad?) ᵎ

he tends to be the angry type when sad, he gets frustrated with himself mostly. you always ground him though. with a place of your hands to his cheeks and a look to you, he’s okay and back into a rightful mindset. other times, he balls up into your chest and stays silent until he’s ready to speak about it with you. he generally wants comfort from you, it cheers him up the easiest.

━━ together (what are they like when you’re together?) ᵎ

wilbur is wilbur in any situation really. he’s almost the same as he is on streams, only less enthusiastic. he’s big on touching, so he’s constantly having a hand on you. he wears a smile for so long around you that you think it’s there to stay forever. you tease him for it regularly and he shrugs it off, happy to be happy by you.

━━ understanding (how understanding and empathetic are they?) ᵎ

he understands you like no one else ever has. he’s your biggest support system. he hurts just the same as you hurt. he starts to cry himself each time you’ve ever shown tears to him. he would cancel anything he had for a week to be by your side if you needed him.

━━ value (what do they value most about the relationship?) ᵎ

how you’re always there. it’s been hard for him to have a good support system and he’s lucky to have found you. whenever he’s a bad day, you’re there. whenever he’s over the moon on adrenaline due to know excited he is, you’re there. whenever he wants to be held for hours, you’re there. whenever he runs out to a store, you’re there at home for him to come back to. you are there, always.

━━ wedding (would they want marriage? if so, what would they like?) ᵎ

raised in england, it’s normal to be married to someone for wilbur. he would like to be married one day, but the thought of forcing you to marry him for the “normal” would never even cross his mind. if you didn’t want to be married, that is okay with him. he loves you either way.

━━ x-ray (how well can they read you?) ᵎ

10/10. he’s the first to pick up when you are uncomfortable or are tired. he never fails to come up to you and guess the exact thoughts in your mind. you don’t know how he reads your mind as well as he does, but he does exactly that.

━━ yuck (what they would never want in a partner?) ᵎ

lack of will to understand and compromise with his lifestyle. not many people would accept that he was so busy and barely had time to do much else than work, but you understand and loved him enough to stay with whatever he could manage. you met by chance, who’s to say to let that pass up?

━━ zzz (how do they sleep around you?) ᵎ

you had noticed a pretty stranger sitting among two other people on your tube ride, one being quite loud while he filmed the other two, one had almost raven hair and the other had a mess of curls hidden under a beanie. the one your eyes drifted to so often had a nosebleed halfway through the trip and you couldn't help but giggle a bit to yourself at the younger's reaction. it gained many stares and yet his caught yours out of all of them.

his cheeks had flushed from embarrassment due to all of the sudden attention, but he laughed anyways as he had been pulled away from the shared gaze to keep the blood at bay as most as possible with a paper towel.

a few moments of bickering had when on between the friends, mostly consisting of him and the blond. it had went on for well over a minute. you wondered what they had started to argue over. swears could be heard here and there, you having to hold back laughs at some of the terrible and strongly accented insults.

you quickly snapped your glance from the situation as the man started to get up from his seat. a poke to your shoulder and you jumped at the touch. you look up to find the brunet male you had come familiar with wearing a shy smile looking down upon you with the paper towel stuck into his nostrils. you grin in the same way, him swiftly sitting in front of you after your permission was given.

a look of concern comes over your face and you squint your eyes, studying his expression. in a way, he looked frustrated to have come up to you in the first place, and in another way, he looked to be tired from whatever had just gone on. he was looking behind you. his eyes dart to your own from his friends seated a few rows away.

“tommy is telling me to tell you that i think you're pretty.” his face is close to yours as he speaks, him leaning forward to better see said friends, and settling back once he’s done paying mind to them.

the last four words stuck out to you, it sounded magical falling from his lips. your stomach turns over itself, butterflies come into your throat as the smile lingers while he's looking at you. you can't help but love the happy chemical filling his eyes.

“tommy's the annoying child then, hm?” you get out, somehow without a single stutter.

he laughs, tipping his head back slightly. you hear tommy loudly say 'what the fuck?'. you laugh along with the stranger and he lets out a breath, saying, "yeah, yeah he is."

his honey orbs sink into yours momentarily. you both take time to allow the weight of the situation to settle into your chests. a giggle erupts from you and you look away, your hand covering your mouth. this is when you lock eyes with tommy, your laugh is harder than before. the blond looks to his friend now, almost to ask if he was the only one seeing this. the curly haired male couldn’t have cared less at what he had to say. his focus adverts back to you.

“he wasn’t completely wrong to have asked me to call you pretty, because you are.” his gaze hadn’t let up off of yours until you broke it when the last word slipped past his teeth.

you shake your head, stifling another laugh because of the sweetness laced within his voice. “i don’t even know your name,” you point out the obvious. “i know the child’s name and not yours! that’s not fair of you.” you tried to over up your nervous habit with adding a joke to the end of it, trying your best to make up for the slamming of your heart against your chest and the sweat gathered on your palms.

he nods, “right, i forgot about that, sorry.” a laugh pushes up his throat and he picks up his hand from his thigh, reaching it out to you. you slip your hand into his after you wipe your palm on your jeans to rid of the clamminess. “i’m wilbur, lovely to meet you.”

your whole body ignites at the wide grin he adorns once he’s heard of your name. “it’s lovely to have met you too, wilbur.”

you match his expression and he looks to his friends once more. he looks proud of himself for making this long of conversation with you — it wasn’t much of one, so you had assumed he didn’t interact with people often — and that in itself made him that much more adorable to you.

“here, wil—” he looked back to you so fast that it made you jump back a little in surprise. “sorry, i’m so sorry. i’m way more interested in you than them is all.” pink floods your cheeks at these words, no one had been interested in you for what seemed to be ages.

you smile gently at him and reach towards his face. he pulls back at first instinctively, you gathering he wasn’t used to physical touch at all. “come on, it’s alright. i think your nosebleed is done and over with, you’d forgotten about the paper towel in your nose, lover boy.” out of the corner of your eye, you see tommy gagging and the other brunet laughing at him.

“your friends are getting a real kick out of this,” you hum, placing the crimson colored papers into the bin beside you. “they’re not used to seeing me interacting with people outside of them, tommy and his fucking attachment issues.” his curved lips showed you he were only joking. you catch his eyes for another time. you’re convinced you could never grow old of them.

“is tommy related to you? you seem very close to him.” you sit back into the seat, trying to make yourself more comfortable. your foot shifts into his, his long legs being a curse in the small space between seats on the train, and you couldn’t be bothered to move it.

he shakes his head in response. “no, no, nothing like that. we’re really close friends, he’s like a bother to me, man.” he swayed his vision to the younger boy absentmindedly and you watch wilbur’s eyes go teary. he blinks them away and meets back to you. “i’m happy for the both of you, you guys have something not many do. you must be a great role model for him.” you offer him a lipped smile.

“god, would he hate to hear our conversation right now,” he pauses to laugh, “he hates his soft side being shown, but he always calls me his brother on stream and shit.” your small smile has now turned into a wide grin, that almost bringing tears to your own eyes. replaying what he said, you find he mentioned streaming. “you stream? what, are you famous or something?” amusement lifts your brows up to him and he flushes.

“i’m only messing, but seriously, you stream? that’s cool! might have to stop by sometime.” his eyes light up, posture straightening. you can tell that’s made him excited. “oh yeah? you’d watch me play minecraft with that twat?” he motions to tommy and you laugh, wilbur along with you. “i would,” you nod almost too enthusiastically. “i would love to watch whatever you do.”

he turns worried as the tube comes to a stop. his hands fumble to his backpack on his left. “i’m so sorry, i have to go, but here.” he hands you a receipt with messy numbers written onto the blank side. “we can talk more later?” he searches your face for an answer before he packs a few things back into his bag. walking away slowly, you smile and nod. “sure! talk to you soon, wil.”

━ you had originally got an android for emotional support and thought wilbur’s model was perfect

━ he was very eager to learn everything about you from the day you’d officially met him

━ “you wanted emotional support? are you doing alright?” he had asked you with concern absorbing his eyes although he were only a machine

━ on the way home, he asked you every question under the sun

━ “you like dogs? what’s your favorite?” he lit up completely once you had mentioned them. “do you own one?” you were sad to tell him that you didn’t

━ he had made you a cup of tea and some toast once you had gotten into your small home

━ it took him a while to warm up to the idea of touching you. androids weren’t supposed to have emotions, but being one made specifically for caring about human emotions, he had to have a little something different than the rest

━ the first time he’d ever touched you was when you experienced a panic attack due to your overload of stress

━ “y/n, come here. it’s okay, love.”

━ he hugged you for as long as you needed and gave you facts about your favorite dog breed to calm you

━ “you called me ‘love’, wilbur,” you laughed after you’d calmed and pulled from the hug

━ of course, he didn’t find anything wrong with it, he wasn’t human. it was probably in his programming anyways, you thought

━ on the days you couldn’t get out of bed, he sat on the edge of your bed and searched through his software for the worst dad jokes imaginable

━ he encouraged you to take care of yourself, something you struggled with a lot

━ “come on, darling, you have to bath.” he would pout at you before sending you a small smirk. “this graveyard looks overcrowded… people must be dying to get there—”

━ “wil, shut up!” you throw a pillow to him and he laughs, dodging it because of his superior senses

━ most days, he’d cook for you. though other days, he’d drag you out of bed to help him

━ he’d go all quiet whenever you asked him to cuddle, you weren’t sure why. he couldn’t sleep, or feel emotions. “you alright, wil?”

━ he’d move you closer, placing his head into your shoulder, and nod

━ wilbur kept insisting for the two of you to get a dog. he swore that it would help you more, to get out of your house more. he even promised to be the primary caretaker for it

━ you gave in when he was whining to you like a literal child. “y/n!” he dragged out, “can we please get a dog?” and he’d give you his soft brown eyes and you couldn’t say no

━ you practically melted at his smile when you finished signing the adoption papers

━ you were convinced milo — the dog you had adopted — loved wil more than you

━ “awww!” he coos at the dog sitting in his lap who had just nuzzled his head into his stomach. “look at him!” he sends you a pout with glossy eyes

━ you two walked milo to the nearest park every other day, wilbur’s arm around your shoulders to provide you a least a bit of warmth during the chill mornings

━ the time you two got mistaken for a couple— the lady in the shop started to comment on how cute of a couple you made before she realized that wil was an android. it bothered you a bit, why couldn’t androids and human love one another?

━ as a gift for christmas, you’d saved up enough money to gift wil a guitar. he often turned on music while he cooked or hummed to you while you tried to sleep — and he didn’t have a bad voice either while he sang along to songs that played from the kitchen — so you took it upon yourself to purchase him a guitar

━ “what the fuck—” he laughed, “that’s so expensive, love! you didn’t have to.” he looked overjoyed though and you couldn’t have been happier with the purchase

━ on new year’s at 12am, he had kissed you. it took you by surprise at first and you pulled away suddenly, causing him to start apologizing

━ ranboo would go by they/it pronouns or would not use pronouns at all actually. it would be something like “ranboo said that ranboo liked bees because of tubbo” does that make sense? it’s like talking in third person.

━ tubbo and michael (as much as he could) would try to explain to ranboo what being non-binary means, or simply just gender in general.

they sat on the floor of their cottage-like home, michael's rocks back and forth added with tubbo's empty stare left ranboo confused and still. tubbo finally spoke up after a few minutes of the silence, presenting a paper with a few pictures and words displaying human bodies with labels to their heads and limbs.

"this is their brain, yeah?" tubbo questioned, his bandaged pointer sticking to the drawing of a stick man made my the pigboy himself. there was a wide grin on the child's face as the hybrid stared at the drawing, trying to understand it entirely before answering his husband's question.

"...yes."

tubbo nodded, dragging his finger to to circle the drawing's head. "do you think it works in a boy-way or a girl-way? or even a neither-way?"

ranboo choked on his words, rubbing his elbows before muttering a quick, "...all?" tubbo sighed as a response, falling backward onto the wooden flooring in defeat.

━ ranboo would not understand at all.

━ tommy would completely forget about ranboo’s gender understanding and call ranboo by he/him on accident.

"is that dad?" the blonde pointed to the multi-colored hybrid as he shuffled papers, trying to not make a mess of tubbo's employment paperwork. tommy had been trying to make michael speak for hours, every try coming out as a failure as the pigboy stared at the blonde without a though in his head.

"what color is his—" tommy caught his tongue, realizing his mistake a moment before the hybrid could himself. ranboo stood still, his brain lagging like a rusted hard drive as he tried to process what tommy just uttered.

"is 'he' alright?" tommy questioned, his voice narrow as he directed his speech towards the tall fellow. ranboo shook his head, telling the blonde to use his name instead for simplicity.

tommy nodded, turning his attention back the hybrid child and continued to give a few more tries at making him speak.

━ poor ranboo would have whiplash from tommy and all of these strange words being thrown at him.

━ honestly, michael wasn’t old enough to understand gender or pronouns either (“like father, like son” they say) so he just called ranboo whatever he was told to.

the child looked up at the tall hybrid, grinning widely as he admired his father's eyes. "dad!" he giggled, hopping up and down with his grin only growing wider.

"dad," ranboo echoed, humming lightly afterward in fondness. "i'm dad!" ranboo exclaimed, opening ranboo's arms for a hug - ranboo's child jumping into them nearly instantly.

"dad." michael uttered, hiding his head between his father's neck and fluffy hair.

━ tubbo made time to write flash cards for ranboo to learn pronouns. flash cards, like ranboo would ever remember. weren’t very good due to tubbo’s dyslexia but a for effort.

"he/h'j'm?" ranboo read, pure confusion laced in ranboo’s voice. tubbo frantically flipped the note card, sighing and tossing the card to the side before revealing the next set of pronouns.

━ ranboo wrote in the memory book about gender and pronouns. ranboo knew it must have had some importance, but ranboo didn’t understand it in the least. ranboo couldn’t help it.

━ ranboo had made a small enderman sound (indicating he’s happy) once phil had talked about ranboo with zero pronouns.

━ not many people knew of ranboo’s “condition” so ranboo never bothered to tell anyone. tubbo was sure to if he were around.

━ wilbur didn’t understand the concept of calling ranboo by the name all of the time until the burger van started and ranboo told wilbur about it all. tommy had even jumped into the conversation though he didn’t understand it much either.

━ techno hadn’t made much of it. nothing surprised the blade. and for once, ranboo felt completely safe with ranboo’s identity.

"eh?" techno perked his fuzzy brow, trying to understand ranboo's slightly confusing explanation. "i don't like 'pronouns'... so can you use my name only?" ranboo twiddled with ranboo's fingers as ranboo spoke, ranboo's tone low and frail.

the pigman thought about it for a moment or two, pursing his lips. after a few seconds of silence, he nodded - grinning slightly.

"of course." techno hummed, crossing his arms against his chest as he leased onto his doorframe. ranboo grinned wide as ranboo could, the happiness washing onto ranboo greatly.

"thank you," ranboo breathily muttered. "so much."

━ ranboo had quite the issues with ranboo’s identity from time to time, but rarely spoke of it unless it was with techno who made ranboo feel better about it all.

━ tommy had been the first to actually noticed the puzzled look on ranboo’s face whenever pronouns were used.

━ ranboo would always ask “who’s she/he?” or “why do so many people have the same name?”.

━ thank goodness ranboo didn’t interact with too many people daily or else ranboo would have been a bigger mess mentally with an added gender crisis.

"what do you mean there's over 70?" ranboo exclaimed, gripping the chair that had been made from the trees tubbo had chopped down a few months back. "there's a lot of genders for a lot of people," the brunette explained.

ranboo's eyes widened, the confusion only deepening. "gender is hard!" ranboo exclaimed, sighing as the brunette began to burst out in laughter.

you remember the day you were hit with the unfortunate news. tubbo and ranboo had arrived back to your snowchester home, giving the words that you never wished to hear. the person who made up your friend group was dead, the person who meant most to each of you — dead. how ironic you remembered that day and nothing about him? quite selfish, isn’t it?

you remember the day you were hit with the unfortunate news. tubbo and ranboo had arrived back to your snowchester home, giving the words that you never wished to hear. the person who made up your friend group was dead, the person who meant most to each of you — dead. how ironic you remembered that day and nothing about him? quite selfish, isn’t it?

after time had passed, he started to become a distant memory, a ghost of what was and what used to be. his name stuck to the tip of your tongue. there but never to be remembered, just as he was. the tang in your mouth when he crossed your mind was overbearing. you could vomit simply thinking of it, let alone have it sit in the back of your throat. some days you imagined what it would have been like if you had gone with him that day. what would have happened if you died too to dream’s hands? would he be more okay with that - not being alone? or would he have rather him than you, or tubbo, or ranboo?

you liked to daydream about the what ifs if he were still alive. you couldn’t deny that you didn’t miss him. you knew ranboo and tubbo did too. it was impossible to not. as annoying as he could be sometimes, you three loved him all the same. he was your friend by blood, you considered him family for as long as any of you could remember. what would he think of you now? would he treat you differently now after he’s been… dead? does he think of you too perhaps?

too many questions that could go forever unanswered. it leaves your brain in a whirlwind.

your ears and eyes played tricks on you sometimes. your brain made things up to make it easier. you would swear you’d hear his accent again or see the blond of his hair in the corner of your eye, glimpses long enough to burn. it was all impossible, or so you thought. ghostbur had come around, right? could he do the same? could he be a ghost too, watching over you from afar?

it couldn’t be.

thinking of it again caused your imagination to spark up and see yet another wisp of his blond hair. your “imagination” until he spoke to you this time. “what’s up, y/n?” tommy asked you as if he had saw you the day before, his head cocked to the side.

you came close to fainting at the sight of his ghostly figure standing before you. “hello…” you shortly paused to try and remember his name, then having it come to you all on once in a headache, “…tommy.” a shiver ran down your spine, goosebumps apparent at the top of your skin. why hadn’t he spoke to you before? why had he only chose now?

“you’ve made me think i’d gone crazy, i’ve been seeing you. i hope you know you aren’t as sneaky as you think,” you giggle to yourself, eyeing his disapproving look.

a sigh pushes past his lips, coming closer to you. “fuck off,” he jokes. his smile was enough to prove it. you go to shove his shoulder, but your hand pushes through his body.

right.

a small frown adorns your lips. you catch eyes with him and you see his smile falter. you knew deep down he missed you too and had watched for any chance to speak without frightening you.

in a quiet voice you pushed out the words you had wished to say to him for years now. “i miss you, tommy.” he looks away for a moment, not being able to bear seeing the tears that formed in your eyes.

in a swift motion, he had his arms around your shoulder and his face pressed to your neck. he wrapped you into a bone- chilling hug with wet tears clinging to the skin of your neck from his own cheeks. you had never once saw him cry before… before…

“hey, it’s okay. you’re here now, right? isn’t that what matters?” he weakly nods and angerily wipes the tears from his face. “but i left you,” he spits back in anger at not you or anyone else, but rather himself.

you start to feel angry that he could blame this on himself. you wanted nothing more than to shake the nonsense right out of his mouth. “i left you here all alone while i–,” he cuts himself off, not wanting to say aloud the next words to come, “…i died to that bastard’s hands in that goddamned prison. and i haven’t spoken to you for years!”

one look up to you was all it took to be said that you didn’t blame him at all, and that it definitely was not his fault. “i missed you too,” his voice small and frayed at the ends. he didn’t want to admit it because that made it real. he missed you just as much, if not more, as you had missed him.

it was your turn to cry. the guilt and grief you’d felt in the time from when he was gone washed away all in the instant he said he missed you. it couldn’t to have been to blame that your best friend was the cure of your deep-rooted hurt. you forced yourself to joke, “you don’t mean that, do you?” a smile forced itself to your chapped lips. earning an eye roll, you laugh.

“you’re here to stay, hm?” you ask him. “only if you’re allowing me to stay with you again.” you see, he hadn’t lived in his own house nearly as much as your own. the two of you could have been considered roommates. right after the exile, he ran until he came to your doorstep. he’d been the first person he saw since leaving. your home was his too.

you nod. “of course. anything for you, big man.” his grin grows as wide as his face allowed, looking to you with a glint of glee inside his blue eyes. that’s the color you promised to remember and were reminded of again.

for months to come, the blond refused to leave your side. he had become more attached to you than ever. he followed your every footstep and had actually created a nickname for you because of his favorite flower. allium. “my allium”, supposedly due to the fact you brought him comfort same as the purple colored flower.