#Thank you dear sunflower friend!

[someonegoood]

MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 2 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which life does not go on after Mason breaks your heart over and over again. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 2 ! Mason made his first goal for United and I'm emotional 💞 I'll do part 3 later

taglist: @dreamingofautopia @xjval @sunflower-tia @sad-fridge2323 @girlidekanymore @borbolwra3

Chelsea added to their story.

Your phone notified you, immediately dampening your mood. Everything was related to him.

It’s been two months since Mason shattered your heart after that nightmare of a night. The funny thing is that a part of you didn’t hate him, a part of you that still loved him existed. 

You had waited for him to text you to ask how you were and if you were free to hang out. And by the time you realized that he wasn’t going to, it was too late… too awkward for you to ask as well. So, both of you had resorted to ignorance and hostility. 

Life eventually went on, even though you had cut one of the most important people out of your life. And you’d see yourself by night, in your dreams. All these faces in the crowded city of London, and for some reason, you’d still try to find his. Mason was no longer yours.

Although he never was.

The first time Mason saw you after that night was a couple of months later, at a family lunch. The two families —Mounts and yours—had united in your family's garden for a little lunch to catch up on life. You had turned twenty and Lyon was old news. 

But Mason’s eyes were stuck on your body as he watched you sit between his sister and your brother just before him. Sipping from a glass of wine that you most likely didn’t like, he glanced at you.

Your brother had brought his new girlfriend with him and even though you were still as close as ever, his attention was on the pretty blonde talking to your nanny.

Mason had spent so much of his life avoiding you, but after the night of the party, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Although he just couldn’t. 

—Dear, will you serve me a little piece of that cake? —Your mother had her plate in her hand, waiting for Mason to react. It took him about five seconds to come out of his trance and then he served her what she had ordered.

He was too busy thinking about you.

—So, Mason… when is your next match? Your dad told me you were playing for England. —Your mom tried to lighten up the mood since you were not bickering with Mason as you were on other occasions. 

Mason smiled up while you looked at him and caught a glimpse of his beautiful Cheshire cat smile.

—I’m playing next week, on Sunday… —He looked around at everyone and proceeded. —You are all invited, of course. 

After an hour or two, everyone stood up, scattering around the decorated garden. Mason grabbed his phone from the table and headed to the kitchen in search of a beer.

In the background, the voices of the two families blurred together as you finished washing your plate. Both Mount sisters were busy playing card games with their mother and your brother was having a talk about politics, which you were not at all interested in. You had no one to talk to.

Suddenly, you feel someone behind you trying to open the refrigerator. That bloody refrigerator, which, being so old, could not be opened correctly. You turned around, not expecting to see Mason looking at you.

You headed to the refrigerator to open it, so Mason moved from where he was previously standing, leaning on the kitchen counter. You gave the refrigerator a little kick and it opened.

—Thanks… —He said grabbing the beer, the tension being palpable in the air. After a long pause, you continued:

—How are you? —you asked, he could feel your eyes staring into his side profile, but he stared at the sun setting over the British landscape.

—I’m alright.

Scoring some scarce points with Chelsea has become almost impossible under a year ago now, and you really felt sorry for him, knowing everything he and his team put in.

—How are you holding up? —you stood next to him, nudging his shoulder with yours, before looking down at the floor. You felt the look of pity that Mason was giving you, but you tried to ignore it.

—Thank you, really. 

—Mase...

He looked in your eyes this time, he looked so sad, so broken. So desperate for a hug. You didn’t pressure him to answer your question, instead, you gently placed your head on his shoulder looking along the garden in silence.

—It will be alright, you know. —He hummed, knowing you were still hurt because of what he had said.

—I know. —You whispered back. —And don't worry much about scoring, in the least expected moments your shot is the one that serves the most.

He hated how much you believed him because at that moment he felt like the six-year-old boy with dreams bigger than the world itself, who thought everything was possible. 

Mason looked down at you, the smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart, and threw his head back in a laugh. 

—I don't think I’m ever getting rid of you.

Now it was your turn to laugh. After all the laughing he noticed how your eyes shifted from his own to his lips, and then he remembered why he was avoiding you in the first place. He did a face.

—I know, I know. —You said with a sad look on your face.

—You know I’m too old for you, right? —Mason whispered as he leaned his forehead on yours.

—I’m in it for the long game, Mount.

It felt like your heart was twisting and stuttering, sometimes beating too quickly that you were afraid it was going to push you over the edge. You wanted him to notice, to do something to fix it. 

Time went on flying, the last few days being hectic. It was already Sunday and today Mason was playing with England and obviously, you were more than proud. He had invited your brother —his best friend—, you and your family to watch him from the special box for family and friends.

The cold air hits your face as soon as you enter the box with your family. Excited, you see Debbie and Tony, and their children already seated. You were so nervous that your hands were even sweating.

You sit next to Stacey, Mason's older sister. She gives you a smile.

—Nervous about the game? —she asks.

—A bit, yes... —you say as you settle down, your eyes scanning the pitch, looking for him. For Mason. 

—This should be an easy game, England has a better team.

—You never know. —you reply. You were almost freezing, you only had the basic England t-shirt on.

Stacey noticed that you were shivering from the cold and decided to take off the sweatshirt she had tied around her shoulders. She put it on your lap and smiled.

—Put it on, otherwise, you'll freeze to death here. —she said, laughing.

—I'm... —You said about to deny it. For a second, you thought about the cold that you would catch without the sweatshirt, so you decided to take it. —Oh, never mind.

The sweatshirt was white and had his number and surname printed on the front, in a blue font. This made you remember the uncountable times when you stole Mason's sweatshirts just to have his number on you.

Stacey, without you seeing, grabbed her phone and texted his brother: "Just wanted to say that she's here and she's got your name on her sweatshirt. Good luck! We're all rooting for you. And don't worry, she'll wait for you."

All of a sudden, Summer, Mason's niece, came up to you asking if she could sit in your lap to have a better look at the pitch. It was no secret that Summer enjoyed seeing you, as she had grown up seeing your brother and you in the Mount household.

—Look over there, Summer! There is your uncle. —said Stacey, and both Summer and you looked over to where the players were entering the enormous pitch. There he was, beautiful as always.

The whistle was blown and the match started. Everyone was immersed in the excitement of the box, watching the match carefully. The atmosphere was electric, and each second increased the tension.

—Yes! —You screamed when Mason's friend, Declan, scored the opening goal, feeling your heart beat against your chest rapidly. Summer looked up at you with wide eyes, before she started giggling. You smiled and leaned down to where she was and kissed her on the forehead.

The second half started and your eyes only followed Mason running up and down the pitch. Only one goal was scored in the whole 45 minutes of the first half, that being Declan's goal.

Abruptly, Stones stole the ball from a player on the opposing team. He ran alone, jumped over some defenders and, feinting, the ball passed to Henderson on the right side. He analyzed the position of the players spread around the pitch before passing it to Foden, who was almost close to the goal.

He passed it to Mason and he, avoiding the players, aimed and kicked with all his strength.

The world went silent for a moment. He had scored.

After realizing that he had scored a goal, Mason ran to the end of the field, right where you were. The atmosphere was pure shouting, people jumping and celebrating but you only had eyes for Mason.

He looked towards the box looking for those who truly love him and just at that precise moment, you connected glances. With a shaky breath, you stood up from your seat and waved to him, also trying to hold Summer up with your other arm.

Mason's heart melted when he saw that scene and many things went through his head: he couldn't believe he had scored a goal after so long and he also couldn't believe how beautiful you looked with his niece in your arms.

In celebration, he pointed to both of you and you could only sigh in love. The game ended with a great performance from Mason and a win for England.

As soon as he stepped into the box, he scanned the room for you, but Summer caught him off guard.

—Uncle Mase! —she ran toward him and he picked her up, planting a kiss on her cheek while she wrapped her small arms around his neck.

—My favourite person! —His eyes fell on you and he didn't know if it was his imagination or the fact that he hadn't seen you in days, but you looked prettier than usual.

You were standing at the back, watching Mason greet his family. You felt shy and awkward, which made you hate the feeling even more. All you wanted was love from him and for that, you haven't slept well in the days after the family lunch with the Mount's.

—I played well, all thanks to you. —He kissed her head and his niece giggled. The little girl ran toward her mother and then closed the door, leaving you and Mason all alone. Your family had congratulated Mason before and told you they were waiting outside.

—How have you been? —His voice was gentle like he was afraid to say something.

—Mason! —you laughed. —You just scored a tremendous goal for England and you ask me how am I? Sometimes I don't understand you.

—Alright, alright. You have a point! —he laughed, definitely not missing those nervous butterflies in his stomach. He felt like a little boy.

His gaze searched yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He scratched the back of his neck and then looked at your sweatshirt with his surname and number.

His number looked very good on you, he thought.

He gazed at your lips and he came dangerously close to you. You stepped back, hitting the table. Mason was looking straight into your eyes when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the table. You let out a little squeal. The air was thick with tension, and all you craved was to pull him close and kiss him passionately.

—We-we should go. —you said, clearing your throat. —Your family is waiting.

Quickly, Mason grabbed your wrist.

—Mase... You don’t have feelings. You don’t have a heart.

Now he’s frowning as he tries to unravel your words. His breath hitches.

—I feel things… —your heart twirls with the way his voice sounds. You had always loved his voice. How croaky it was. But you never imagined that it would turn your entire world upside down to hear him say that.

Pushing his hand down, you look back, weak and concerned. He worries you might have suddenly regretted all of this. That you would walk away and never want to talk to him ever again.

What he didn't know is that he's everything you were imagining those long nights… he had never kissed you, not even touched you.

—It’s okay if you want to stop- —he said, while you slid your hands under his t-shirt. Running up and down your hands through his lower torso, you felt his abs contract.

—Mount, I'm certain that I'm okay. —you said, giggling. He smirked. Your core grows tighter with his expressions, now holding onto his broad shoulders.

Unexpectedly, you both heard from behind the closed door someone shout: —Mate, are you there? The party starts at ten, hurry!

Fuck. That was your brother.

Mason had completely forgotten about the party in honour of their win. How the fuck was he getting out of that room with a hard-on? He had to calm himself.

You, on the other side, felt your heart falls into pieces. You thought about how long you had waited for this exact moment, every time you gave your endless hope all you ended up doing was bleeding. And this time, not only he was about to leave you alone but he was going to leave you turned on.

—I'm-I'm sorry... —he said, exiting quickly from the room.

After that match, you only heard from Mason through your brother. He had told you that after the match, at the party, Mason had rejected every girl who appeared to flirt with him.

Apparently, you've had an effect on him.

Mason hated how his heartbeat boomed in his ear when he saw you standing in his parents' house, with a blue shirt that had printed out the number 19 on the back, hugging your figure. 

You had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, you had for sure gone through puberty. He didn’t like to stare but he found it hard not to sometimes. Especially on family boat trips when you would wear a bikini in front of him.

—So, we're leaving after lunch. Do you want to meet at the stadium or at home?

You took a minute to understand. —What?

—The game, remember? We're having lunch here and then driving up to watch the game. —Said your brother, while getting on the boat. About three weeks had passed since you almost kissed Mason and now you were about to hop on the Mount's boat in Portsmouth.

You had completely forgotten about the game. During your conversations with your brother, you could sense that Mason hadn't mentioned anything about that night which was, in a way, kind of relieving.

Just like you, Mason had also forgotten that your family was coming over. But when his sister sent him a text saying that your family would join him before his game, he was flabbergasted.

You both hadn't spoken since the night of the win, but you both were thinking about that interaction since then. To forget that incident, he had spoken to one of his best friends, Ben, in search of a solution.

—Mate, what you need is a good fling. Maybe you should invite someone next time you're going on a family boat day —said Ben, laughing because of what Mason was asking him.

You got on Mason's boat, feeling heavy-hearted once again. After an hour, you were seated on the floor, helping Stacey with a puzzle, after your mom expelled you from the kitchen when trying to help her. Meanwhile, Mason and his mother sat down on the couch.

—She has grown into a beautiful woman, don't you think? —His mom said teasingly, already knowing that you were not the only one fallen for someone.

—Yes, she has. —He looked at you, seeing you laugh at something his sister had said. —Mom... I think I fucked up.

—If you had fucked up, she wouldn't be here.

—No mom, I really- —Mason got interrupted by the entrance of a tall, dark-eye, skinny blond, almost gotten out from a runway. She turned toward Mason and presented herself as Daphne, a friend. Debbie now understood why her son said he had fucked up really bad.

Your brother, seeing Daphne —the supposed fling of Mason— talking with him, turned to you.

—Forget your stuff, let’s just get off this boat. Don’t turn around okay? —his hands gripping strongly your shoulders. He knew how much you liked his best friend.

You laughed and followed your brother down the steps of the boat before stopping in your tracks.

—Since when have I ever listened to you? Dear God, I- — Your mouth fell open as you turned around to be met with Mason and his mother, and the presence of a girl that looked like an actual model.

She was leaning on him and he was laughing at whatever she had to say, while Debbie looked at you with pity. You felt like he had personally ripped your heart out, for a hundred times.

—You knew?

Your brother sighed before running his hands through his hair: —She's only a side thing, a one-time fling. I mean she’s not you, but he decided to find someone before Christmas. —He shrugged his shoulders and you felt the rage creeping up your body.

—What about me? When will I be happy? —you said, crying.

That sentence broke your brother's heart.

19 years to be exact, that's the time you've been waiting for him.

[guccifrog]

WRONG NUMBER P14

matt sturniolo x f!reader

y/n's pov ☆

"twinkie you're making this hard for me baby" I sighed as I grabbed the small chick off the counter. "I don't know what to tell you, you're so damn cute." I kissed his forehead and placed him back in the cage, before grabbing my car keys and heading out the door. "Mom! I'll be back later, okay?" I called over my shoulder, already halfway to my car.

"Alright, sweetie" My mom called back. I hopped into my car, pulling out my phone to text Nick that I was on my way to the hospital.

It has been two days since Matt was found and we've all been visiting him every chance we got. He still hadn't woken up, and the doctors weren't sure when he would.

I drove to the hospital, trying to focus on the road, but my head was throbbing with pain. The past few days had been a blur, and I hadn't slept in what felt like forever. It was all just too much.

I parked my car and glanced around, noticing a flower shop across the street. An idea struck me, and I quickly got out of the car, hurrying over to the shop. The bell above the door jingled as I entered.

"Hello dear, how may I help you today?" The elderly woman behind the counter greeted me with a warm smile.

I felt a little guilty for not visiting her shop before, it was so pretty and cozy."Um, I'd like to get some flowers, actually," I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. "They're for a friend of mine who's in the hospital."

"Oh, that's so sweet of you! Of course, honey. What kind of flowers were you thinking?" She asked, already beginning to arrange some flowers on a small table nearby. I hesitated for a moment, trying to think of something. "How about a mix of his favorites? I could make something really beautiful for you."

"hmm…I don't know I really love tulips"

My mind immediately went back to one of the many conversations we had on Facetime. We were playing twenty questions and he asked me what my favorite flower was.

"ew that's such a basic ass answer" he teased.

"Really Matt? what's your favorite flower then? huh? I bet it's sunflowers or roses you corny ass" I replied, offended.

"I actually don't have a favorite, but okay," he said, rolling his eyes.

"umm…I don't know…he's not really a…flower guy…" I mumbled, my eyes wandering around the shop. The woman smiled understandingly.

"Alright tuff boy"

"I get it, hon. Sometimes we have people who just aren't into flowers, but they still mean the world to us. How about a small plant or a succulent? Those are easy to take care of and they last a long time. It's the thought that counts." She gestured to a small selection of potted plants on the table.

"Sure…that sounds perfect, actually. Yeah, he'd probably like that more" I said, feeling a little relieved. The woman nodded, leading me over to the table of plants. "pick any plant you like, dear"

"uuuh…give me a cactus," I said with a mischievous grin, I can't wait to see Matt's reaction when he wakes up.

"A cactus? Are you sure? you know, some people might think that's a little…sarcastic, you know?" The woman gave me a knowing look. I smiled innocently.

"Oh, I'm sure it's not! I just think it'll be cute. I mean, he's a tough guy, I'm sure he'll love it" I said with a wink. The woman laughed and nodded, already wrapping up the small cactus for me. I paid for it and thanked her, before leaving the shop and making my way to the hospital.

I walked straight to Matt's room, trying to ignore the pain in my head and the exhaustion that was starting to take over. When I finally got there, I knocked softly on the door before entering.

Chris was sitting in a chair by the window when I walked in. He looked up and gave me a small smile. "Hey," he said softly. I walked over to him and gave him a quick hug.

"How's he doing?" I asked, glancing over at Matt.

"He's still unconscious," Chris said, his voice tense. "The doctors are running some more tests, but they said he's getting better. They think he'll wake up soon." I nodded slowly while looking at Matt's body.

Chris got up from his chair, stretching his arms and yawning "Well, I'll leave you two alone. Just…you know…let me know if anything happens." He said quietly before leaving the room, giving me a reassuring smile. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I walked over to the bed, placing the small pot of soil and the cactus on the bedside table.

I sat down in the chair, watching Matt's chest rise and fall slowly. He looked so pale, and his features were drawn. I let out a sigh as I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, my fingers grazing his warm skin.

"So…" I said, hesitating for a moment. "I got you something. It's not really a flower… but I thought you might like it." I chuckled softly, feeling a little nervous." I don't know how you'd react. Maybe you'd be annoyed, and call me a dumbass like you usually do. Which is the main purpose I bought the cactus" I smiled. "Anyway, I just wanted you to know…I mean, I didn't know what else to get. You're so hard to buy for, you know that?"

I felt a lump forming in my throat as I spoke, my voice cracking slightly. "I'm sorry if I've been such a pain in the last few days…before the accident…I just…I care about you, you know that? Even if I'm not always the best at showing it. And I don't want you to think that I didn't appreciate everything we had going on…because I did. I do. And I hope you know that."

I paused, my heart feeling heavy in my chest. "I just…I want things to go back to how they were. I want us to be able to laugh about all this, you know? this is eating me alive, Matt. I miss you"

Tears began to well up in my eyes, but I blinked them away, trying to hold it together. I leaned forward, my hand resting on his arm, squeezing gently.

"And…I just want you to know…that once you wake up, I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to be here, no matter what." I paused, taking another deep breath. I couldn't help but chuckle, even through my tears.

" This sounds so stupid, but even though we met not long ago…it felt like I lost a part of myself when you were gone- oh god I sound so corny, you probably would've laughed at me and told me to shut up if you were awake."

My voice cracked as I continued, "But it's true…you made me feel like I could be myself around you. You always listened, you made me laugh, and you never once made me feel like I wasn't enough. And I'm so grateful for that. I just…I want us to have that again."

"I know things are going to be different now," I said, my voice catching in my throat. "But I'll do anything I can to help you get through this, okay? We'll figure it out together."

I wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek, feeling a weight lift off my chest. It was relieving, and terrifying all at once.

A part of me wished he could hear me, while another part of me was grateful that he couldn't. I leaned back in the chair, my eyes drifting shut as exhaustion finally overcame me.

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[dumbificat]

Good morning, dumbi. For your event, I'll like to request the following for Zhongli (as Rex Lapis): a medium bouquet of sunflowers (Red String of Fate) and spider lilies (on Guizhong's part), wrapped in paper.

hello dear ! thank you for your request, here is your bouquet :

☆ - rex lapis x reader, guizhong pov. angst | wc: 455 ♡ - pretty angsty | gn reader ♪ - note:: thank you for your request, i hope you enjoy. p.s. i’m sorry for the wait :’) ★ - taglist -> @thexianzhoujade @ryuryuryuyurboat @imapencil @mccnstruck | send an ask to join my taglist

• flower shop event post

guizhong’s eyes narrowed at the sight of you two. through her mind ran some… not so friendly thoughts towards you. she was mainly confused. how could a mere mortal be the soulmate of rex lapis? as much as she tried to wrap her head around it, the red string around both your pinkies did little to help her understand.

she watched on as the pair of you shared a pot of specially brewed tea, something she and morax once did. her eyes tracked the easy conversation and soft smiles you shared before trailing down to her own cup of tea. taking a sip, she couldn’t help but sigh. it no longer tasted the same as it once had, being no more than a regular brew. she placed her cup down with a soft clink before gazing off at a small bird nearby. soon after, another joined, the two of them chirping happily before a third joined them. the new bird and the second then promptly flew away, leaving only the first bird, all alone. guizhong frowned at the sight, it felt as though mother nature herself had it out for her.

with a determination she’d never felt before, guizhong decided to wait. wait for you to leave, for morax to seek her out. wait to show him the fragile pieces of her heart that you so blamelessly shattered. for him to hold her face so tenderly, wiping her tears and whispering apologies and praises for waiting.

she knew deep down that this would never happen. but there was nothing else she could do, or more than her heart would break. this mask, a finely crafted facade. thinly veiled jealously hidden with small smiles when you lock eyes. the rare occasions when she and the other adept i were invited to dinner: she manages to sit right next to morax every time without complaint from anyone. her willingness to help you craft gifts for rex lapis - you knew to go to guizhong because she knew him best. better than anyone else, even his soulmate. it was little things like that that she hung onto, desperately clinging onto fleeting moments that connected her with the love of her life. she’d do anything to keep things like this, at least she could still see rex lapis’ benign smile that mirrored your own. she could still hear that silky smooth baritone voice as it told you honest truths and confessions of love.

maybe she was asking for too much. it was clear to anyone that the two of you were happy, content as soulmates and lovers. so to want more, more than any friend should have… it broke her heart to know how much she could hurt him.

thank you for your request, please reblog if you enjoyed !

[loveephia]

SUNFLOWER | kita shinsuke

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, high school (from first years) to adult life with kita, real life scenarios used, marriage toward the end, mildly inspired by "the lady, or the tiger?"

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: i heavily suggest you listen to pasilyo by sun-kissed lola while reading.

kita shinsuke can still remember the day he met you. it was on a hot summer day in inarizaki, and the class had just finished planting their seeds at the field for a project. as a reward for their hard work, the teacher had carried out a cooler full of different flavored popsicles. the class hurriedly washed their hands in the outdoor sink and went to go grab themselves one. kita was one of the only people who didn't rush. instead, he peacefully and thoroughly washed the dirt off his hands.

he felt a presence nearby, and as curiousity got the best of him, he looked around only to see that by the corner of the hallway, peeked a girl from the same year as him; you.

a quick spark was what kita felt the moment you two made eye contact, and it looks like you felt it too, judging by the way you hesitated to make your way over to the sink.

you carefully walked on the tiles so as to not slip from the puddles of water. you went to the opposite side of kita and washed your hands, not daring to utter a word.

in every breath kita took, he only looked at you.

"what did you plant?" you ask, voice fearful for the awkward tension to worsen, but your desire to know kita was stronger. he looks taken aback, not expecting you to talk to actually talk to him. "a sunflower."

like the name, it is a flower that grows only to face the sun. they are his grandma yumi's favourite. not only are they a delight to plant, but oh, does she love to snack on the seeds as well. kita couldn't help but come to love the flower, too.

"oh, i planted the same thing!" you exclaimed, thankful to find someone with the same taste in flowers as you. kita notices a shift in your demeanor. you're relaxed now. he smiles softly.

as time went by, you and kita had grown close. you became a friend, a really dear one at that. he treasured you. as sensitive as you can be, kita was always there to hear your cries. he took care of you as you took care of him.

kita can still remember the day he fell for you, too. it was only until the third year that he realized how deeply he did so.

after the long break has come to an end, he sees you at the inarizaki entrance. the sun bounced off of your silky hair, and the shine made your eyes have a glass-like effect. you were glowing. simply put, it was enough to make kita's heart race. "oh, shin! you're finally here!" you cheerfully said, rushing over to greet the boy with such enthusiasm.

his eyes land on your ID. y/n l/n.

kita hopes that one day, he will be able to share his surname with you.

he likes to think that you are the sun; whom he looks forward to seeing every morning. you're such a bright girl; so much so that you've blinded him with your charm. how dare you do such a thing?

he is the sunflower. and like the sunflower he's planted in his first year, his feelings bloomed.

kita remembered those days in his youth, as they are dear memories that he holds close to his heart.

and now, kita will never forget today as he didn't with the former.

you with your flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes of triumph; almost hasty to walk down the aisle as the radiant white dress dragged behind you beautifully. truly an incomparable sight. kita's whole being, so proud and glad that he couldn't help but let his eyes well up with salty tears.

the priest advances the couple and makes you both husband and wife before bare witnesses. the joyous shouts from both families had been blurred out, and so did the wild ringing of the clanging church bells. kita could only focus on you; his sun, his wife, and his everything.

you both had walked away together upon the path of petals, followed by the tremendous cheers of the hilarious multitude.

his favorite prayer, kept dear and true every day; is you.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[blueberrypancakesworld]

may i request a dead x reader where his gf comes to one of their shows and while enjoying the show, she gets caught in the pit and gets hurt and dead doesn’t realize until after the show?? also, have a sunflower 🌻

A kiss to make the pain go away

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, minor blood, kissing

Info : Thank you for the sunflower dear anon have fun reading and everyone else too ;)

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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It was dark and the moon was over the city as she made her way into the hall with the band. A small gig and yet hundreds of people came to hear the revolutionary band play. ,,It's going to be good," she encouraged her friends and embraced the cool hand of Dead, who smiled briefly at her.

She returned this longer cheerful yet not tired of life. ,,This is going to be more than good, we're going to show you hell!" Faust shouted and was already ready to fetch beer for everyone and sing along to the songs his friends were playing on stage. ,,We'll bring hell down to earth," joked Euronymous, opening his beer and looking proudly at his friends and band members.

He saw how Dead was with his girlfriend, his sweet graveyard, his life, his everyone. ,,I'll be back as soon as I can…got something for you," the blonde mumbled, placing his hand on hers as he took another sip of the alcohol, she kissed him gently on the cheek.

She knew that he was nervous not about performing in front of the mescnhen, about the life of not being able to feel anything, but she also knew that when he walked out of there he could finally feel something again, it was something that gave him support.

It gave him life, something so important that she could only give him with love and kindness. Before she let him go and went into the audience herself with Faust and Occultus. It only took minutes before the whole place was filled with blood, alcohol, screams and hell.

But this time it was different the men just seemed too loaded and perhaps too drunk and it wasn't long before they were drowning in the crowd trying to get away from Faust.

She screamed his name but it was too late, the glass of a smashed bottle was stretched across her arm, the bruises on her body would become more colorful in the days to come and she could barely breathe.

Before she finally reached the wall of the hall with an exhale, she was no longer in the crowd and saw the full extent of it. ,,I have to get out of here," she mumbled, looking around before she saw the door to the room open and rushed inside.

The music quieted as she closed the door and opened it when she saw the cut on her arm. ,,Fuck," she muttered, trying to find something useful in the small room, at least something to disinfect the beer she was definitely not going to take. Minutes passed in which she just wanted something to happen to stop the pain.

Until the minutes passed and the door to the room opened again and the band came back, but when her eyes met Dead's, his bright eyes seeing her wound, Euronymous sent everyone back out to the bar.

,,Take it easy…sit down I'll get everything…what happened?" he asked seeming to know exactly where he would find medicine, bandages and disinfectants. She knew that he had often been injured on stage, but he seemed to know everything.

,,The crowd the fans were just too loaded…because of you," she added with a smile, seeing that he was only partly amused before he went back to her, kneeling in front of her and disinfecting the wound she clung to him through the pain.

,,You're doing well sweetie," the blond mumbled, blowing on the wound, seeing her smirk as he kissed her softly before slowly placing the compress and bandage around her arm. ,,One last kiss of death," he said, kissing the white bandage to make sure all was well before pulling her up into his arms.

,,You'll have to play louder, then everything will collapse and you can take care of me again," she whispered before pulling him into a grateful kiss, feeling his smooch before his arms wrapped around her and they decided to have a drink at the bar with the others and maybe another kiss against the pain.

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@icarus-star

[final-fantasy-imagines]

Hi!! Redoing my request because I forgot to specify character. Could you please do a small sweet gale (soulmates au? Any kind works! If you want something specific tho: soulmate hears a specific song around the other) and sunflower for Cloud Strife.

Here you go, dear anon! Thank you for your request. <3 Hope you enjoy!

Prompts: Fluff, soulmate AU, “You have a beautiful smile.” (1k followers event: Vani's flower shop)

Every now and then the stars align – Cloud Strife x gn!reader

It’s when you enter the slums of Sector 7 when you hear that melody again. Albeit quiet and faint, you recognize it immediately; it’s the same melody you’ve heard the last couple of times you’ve been to the slums. And you remember you have also heard it up on the plate one or two times.

If you lived in another world you probably would have wondered if you were losing your mind. But in this world, hearing melodies out of the blue isn’t something unusual. In fact, it’s quite normal – it’s how soulmates are supposed to find each other. Each pair has a specific melody assigned to them, a melody only they can hear when their soulmate is near. And the soft tune that keeps playing in your head as you make your way through the slums can only mean one thing – your soulmate must be here somewhere.

You’re not sure how you feel about that, though. Of course, the thought that someone’s out there who’s meant for you and only for you is quite nice but at the same time, it’s equally terrifying. Because in the end, your soulmate will be a stranger – and how are you supposed to fall in love with a stranger?

“Damnit, (Y/N), stop overthinking,” you scold yourself in a low tone, a lousy attempt to distract yourself from the familiar song playing in your head, “you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. No need to puzzle your head about this now.”

The young woman passing you by gives you a strange look, probably because you’re talking to yourself. Most people see it as a sign of insanity, after all. (If someone asked you, music playing in your head randomly isn’t much better but since it’s linked to the whole soulmate thing, people usually don’t question it.)

“Um, excuse me,” you finally manage to say, and the woman stops in her tracks, raising her eyebrows as you approach her, “could you help me, please? I’m not from around here but I’m looking for someone. His name is, um,” you pause to look at the wadded piece of paper your friend Aerith has given you earlier, “Cloud. Any chance you know who that is?”

Without any hesitation, the woman shakes her head. “Never heard of him,” she replies, and you can’t tell if she actually doesn’t know him or if she’s just saying that to get rid of you. But it probably doesn’t matter anyways – either way, she can’t help you.

“You could ask Tifa, from 7th Heaven,” the woman adds after a few moments of uncomfortable silence (well, except for the melody that’s still playing in the back of your mind), “she knows almost everyone around here.”

“Oh. Thank you.” You hesitate for a second. “And where can I find her?”

* * * *

You soon find out that 7th Heaven is a bar located in the heart of the slums of Sector 7. The building itself has seen better days, just like every other building in the area, but that doesn’t make the bar any less charming. In fact, you’re pretty sure the run-down, industrial look is what makes it charming in the first place.

A jukebox in the corner of the entrance area plays quiet music that mixes in with the melody repeating in your head. At the other end of the dimly lit room is a bar with several stools, and behind it, you can spot a young woman, dwelling on her own thoughts as she polishes a glass.

Approaching the bar, you clear your throat. “Um, sorry for intruding,” you begin, giving the woman a brief smile when she looks up. If she’s surprised to see someone here at this time of the day, she’s good at hiding it. “It’s no problem,” she says and returns your smile, “you’re here for a drink?”

You hesitate for a moment. A part of you is tempted to order something, simply because the ongoing music in your head is proof that your soulmate is somewhere around the area and you need to calm your nerves, but for the same reason, you need to stay at least somewhat level-headed.

“No,” you reply eventually. “I’m looking for someone and a lady on the streets told me to ask someone named Tifa for help. Um, do you know where I can find her?”

The woman behind the bar laughs. “Yes, indeed. I’m Tifa.” She pauses, a patient smile playing around the corners of her mouth. She’s clearly waiting for you to introduce yourself, so you tell her your name. Her smile widens. “Nice to meet you. Now, how can I help you?”

Perhaps it’s Tifa, you think to yourself while you explain the situation but then, you remember that the music in your head would have stopped by now if she were your soulmate. So, no, probably not Tifa.

“Why are you looking for him?” she asks, not quite able to hide the curiosity in her voice. “Need a mercenary?”

“Hm? No.” So, that’s what he is. “To be honest, I have no idea why I’m looking for him. My friend Aerith told me I should go to the slums of Sector 7 and talk to him. I know this sounds so weird but she insisted.”

Tifa’s face lights up. “Oh, I know Aerith! We met a while ago. Long story.”

“I think I’ve heard parts of it.”

It’s hard to focus on a conversation when your mind keeps repeating the same melody over and over again, and you begin to wonder if that’s why Aerith sent you here – because she knows that your soulmate is somewhere around here. She has an ungodly sixth sense for this kind of things, after all.

“Cloud should be back soon. You can wait for him here if you want,” Tifa suggests, snapping you out of your thoughts. In that moment, the door to the bar opens, and the music in your head grows louder and louder, almost to a point where it becomes unbearable, and when you turn around, you see a blonde man approaching you. Then, stunning blue eyes meet yours, and the music stops.

Oh.

Oh.

You try very hard not to lose your composure but you’re pretty sure you’re staring at him like he’s some kind of supernatural creature. But he looks at you the same way, so it’s probably not all that bad. (At least that’s what you try to tell yourself because the way Tifa giggles quietly and excuses herself convinces you that the whole situation is more than awkward.)

“Hi,” you say, and much to your surprise, you even manage to smile.

Cloud blinks before, all of a sudden, he blurts out, “You have a beautiful smile.”

It’s obvious that you’re not the only one taken aback by his sudden compliment because he has barely ended his sentence when he starts to blush vigorously, the rosy pink color dusting his cheeks a lovely contrast to his eyes.

Oh no, you think, he’s adorable.

Silence settles in but soon enough, you gather the courage to ask him to join you for a walk to get to know each other better. The slums might not be the most romantic place on this planet but still you feel your heart flutter when Cloud agrees.

You really need to thank Aerith later.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving a comment. I'd really appreciate the support. <3

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[moonlit-midnight]

A home in an unfamiliar place

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Cameo from the Ramshackle prefect.

Genre: Friendship, Angst with comfort.

Summary: Wherein Malleus’s human best friend reminds him that he will always be loved.

Warnings:

This fic takes place before Malleus joined NRC.

GN!Reader, is a human from another magical world.

Malleus Draconia knew that he was bound to suffer from a loneliness that wouldn’t easily go away once you were gone, but he let you march in his life anyway.

No one could blame him though.

You were everything that he dreamed to have when he was a child, a trustworthy friend who would accept him for who he was and love him unconditionally.

You were a light. The light of all lights, and Malleus was drawn into the light emitting from you, like a sunflower towards the sun.

When humans feared to acknowledge him, you were the first one to greet him, and you did it with excitement and beaming joy.

When he was all alone, you reached out to him and welcomed him with open arms.

You sat by his side and listened to him with a patient heart.

You cared about him tremendously, making him feel loved, seen, valued and understood.

He might not express his feelings that much, but Malleus was grateful for the wonderful friendship you offered to him, and the kindness and endless affection you gave him without asking for anything in return.

★ —

Spending your mornings with Malleus in your shared garden at the royal palace was the routine you could never get tired of.

As a token of affection and gratitude for your unwavering loyalty, he grew a flower garden for both of you.

The place was filled with flowers that represented your bond; Freesia, Chrysanthemums and Geraniums.

You were sitting in a patio chair swing, admiring the beautiful surroundings while Malleus had his head sprawled on your lap, his gentle gaze not leaving your face.

“You were a dream to me, Malleus. A beautiful dream come true and I don’t want it to end.” you averted your gaze from the flowers to the prince resting on your lap.

“I don’t want it to end either.” He murmured, blinking back the tears in his melancholic jewel-green eyes.

All your life, you wished to have a companion who would show you a world you’d never seen before. Someone who would embark on adventures with you toward places where your dreams reside.

It was never granted until you stumbled upon a portal from your world, taking you to another magical realm that is Twisted Wonderland.

There you chanced upon a certain dragon fae prince who was now your best friend and greatest companion.

“It’s been wonderful to have known you.” you exclaimed, cradling Malleus's face in your warm hands.

“Thank you,” He smiled tearfully. “For being my friend. I’m honored to have you and to have known you too.”

Smiling back, you pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Malleus felt an overwhelming sense of pure love and familial warmth that he couldn't hold back his unshed tears.

“I love you, dear friend.” you stroke his hair to soothe his cries, whispering a reminder that he would always be loved and cherished dearly by you. “I love you the way an abandoned house might love someone who stumbled across it with desperation and a spark of hope.”

It was a reminder that while you were still alive, you would be with him, for your soul and his soul were inseparable.

★ —

The prefect of Ramshackle was hanging out in Malleus’s room one night when their eyes landed on a small portrait displayed on his study desk.

It was a painting of Malleus underneath a tree, and beside him was a lovely human.

They stood close to each other, arm in arm, and both had pretty smiles adorning their youthful faces.

Alhough it was only a painting, the prefect could feel warmth radiating from it.

“Hey Tsunotarou, may I ask who’s this person beside you?”

“Oh, they were a precious friend of mine who loved me with their whole heart.” Malleus responded, eyes twinkling fondly and lips curled into a soft smile.

Even as years flew by, your memory lives on forever.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Friday Ramblings

I don't normally do this but I have a couple of thoughts going on in my head regarding the last couple of days week in BL that I just wanted to collect them all instead of just doing it in tags.

Shadow

I'm pissed. I am a big fan of anything horror or supernatural themed stuff so I was really looking forward to this. (Don't even get me started of how disappointed I am at the disappearance of the other horror themed show I could be watching) And the first part did not disappoint. It was a strong first half, good set up of the different story lines and all the players and I was really excited about it. There was such good meta written about the show, and it turned out to be superior to what the show eventually gave us. (@wen-kexing-apologist specially gave us such excellent meta on this show that I wish they were in charge of the second half of this show) I agree with @lurkingshan about everything they said here. Something which I thought was interesting was that I think in this second half the show purposefully made the fake arm really obvious. I don't know if it wanted us to know before Dan but I also don't think it was an accident. But I'm also not gonna theorize about the reasons because I really don't care that much. The "BL" bait was just another thing that pissed me off. I'm not upset it's not BL, I'm upset because it was sold as such and no one will convince me otherwise. For a couple of episodes, at least, the show wanted us to think that Dan was falling for Nai. The prom moment was just fucking ridiculous. The parallels with October 6 could've been really interesting if there wasn't so much going on that it kinda took the weight of it away. One of the questions I like to ask myself when watching any media is - what is it trying to tell? Sometimes nothing and that's fine. It's pure escapism and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. It can still be excellent. And sometimes it tries to say too much that it ends up not having a cohesive message and it all falls flat. Religion, communism, family trauma, homophobia, mental health, infidelity, teacher-student relationship, pregnancy, murder, police brutality, friendship, bullying, the oh so many supernatural elements, I could go on. You get the picture. So in conclusion, I am not happy.

VIP Only

It's cute. I like both of them enough and it's a good mellow way to start the friday madness.

Last Twilight

This show is surprising me so much. In the best ways. As I said before this pair didn't do much for me in the past but I've surrendered completely, specially to Jimmy. He was so good in this episode that I felt obligated to gif it just so I could keep watching his expressions.

That whole final scene just floored me. His eyes just carried that moment and that whole scene so well that by the end a lonely sunflower brought tears to my eyes. ( and I do not cry easy). After all the cute dates, this scene was a gut punch.

I'm just really stuck on this show, and it holds my attention all through the episode.

My Dear Gangster Oppa

This episode was silly, I couldn't care less about the gangster side of the story at the moment, I'd rather spend more time with the gamer friend group. Wahl got a bit of a redemption but I still don't like him. I liked that Guy stood his ground with Wahl and Tew, but hated the stalker behaviour. If you wanna go dude, just leave!

Sahara Sensei to Toki-kun

Japan my beloved. They just keep giving me all I need. Toki is giving me some Aoki vibes and I could not be happier. And Toki now has got two friends in his corner and I'm so happy. This one and Kinou Nani Tabeta are currently my main sources of joy and my heart is full.

Pit Babe I'd like to thank @pharawee for giving us the novel commentary because it makes it a bit less confusing while I watch this. I have no clue about omegaverse so a part of me is confused, sometimes bored, another part of me is just waiting for Jeff and Alan to be a thing and all of me is happy that Pavel is on my screen weekly.

Twins

This show is dragging and I'm officially bored. I don't mind a slow burn if the rest of the show can hold it together. But the team animosity is just tiring and annoying at this point, the side couples are not engaging ( a bj in the shower does not a side couple make) and for a show named Twins, I would like to see more of them.

Middleman's Love

I'm 99% here for the sides. They are cute, they give me some Ram/King vibes and I wanna see more of them. I was super happy to see Ngern again and the family dinner was a good moment. I don't have the patience for this sort of misunderstanding anymore so that ending annoyed the hell out of me.

(I'm watching For Him too but I have nothing nice to say, so I'll say nothing at all. And yes I know I just did that with Shadow but I was never that invested in this one)

Really looking forward to Kinou Nani Tabeta tomorrow morning and The Sign in the afternoon.

I wish all a great weekend and thanks for reading💜

(because I needed a good cry)

[satanic-witchcraft]

Hello neighbor!

Please take this request if you like at your convenience.

If it's not too much trouble, I would like to kindly request a Wally recording from you. I really like your work and I thought I be brave to ask this special request.

I'm going to be vulnerable with you since you seem like a kind person. I've been dealing with strong feelings of loneliness due to no friends or family to rely on. I try very hard every day and try to be kind to brighten other's days. But my schedule is too busy and I have high social anxiety to make friends so I'm alone a lot.

I would really appreciate a recording of Wally saying how happy he is to see me everyday. That seeing me makes him feel happy, and how he loves spending time together with me even when doing small things. That seeing my smile makes him feel happy and brightens his day. That he would call me his little sunflower because seeing me makes him feel wonderful and happy.

Thank you,

You're the best 🌻🌻

I'm sorry things haven't been the easiest for you dear! I hope you're okay and that things get better!! <3 you are a very kind and important person! Don't ever forget that! Being lonely is very hard to handle, and I understand <3 it's going to be okay!

‼️please go support wally's ACTUAL voice actor, @DaFrankiestein!🩷🩷🩷‼️

The art & characters used are by clown/party coffin!🩷Go support them and donate to their Kofi of you can!

Subtitles, wally speaking: [phone ringing, phone gets picked up] Oh! Neighbor, Thank you for picking up the phone! Um.. I wanted to talk to you, oh no! It's nothing bad, really! Honestly.. I just... I wanted to say.. Thank you. Everything you've done.. And.. Everything you involve me in, you welcoming me into your life.. It means everything to me! Really it brightens my day to just.. See you.. Your smile is always so merry, and your heart is deeply kind! You mean everything to me... You are something special, and.. I hope I can see you.. Everyday! For a long.. Time.. You really mean everything to me. I never want to see your smile go away! And yes I can have a bit of a temper every now and then! But.. That doesn't take away how much I love you. Really.. You are just.. The most, Neighbor. Nothing makes my day brighter, than spending time with you! Everything you do.. Everything you say! It makes my heart soar.. And I deeply care about you.. Furthermore, neighbor! Never forget just how much I love you, that's deeply important to me. Even when times are tough, I'll always love you. You are after all.. My sunflower <3

[silent-raven13]

And my man, thank you to my man 😝💖👨🏿‍❤️‍👨🏾

Miles happily smiles as he received a bouquet of Sunflowers, stuffed patched up teddy bear with markers drawn on it, and Jamaican take out for his lunch. The 18 year old saw his two friends looking at the gifts, while they decided to eat outside of the cafeteria. A nice change in location, to enjoy the view of Miguel's world.

Gwen: What's all of this? -one hand on her hip, she placed her tray of Mexican take out down on the table-

Pav nodded having his Chinese take out for lunch, he's so hungry he shove noodles into his mouth then spoke: Yeah?

Miles playfully said: They're gifts! -he sniff the bouquet of flowers loving the scent- They smell so fresh!🥰

Gwen: Let me guess, Hobie?

Miles nodded his head very fast with excitement: You know, he likes to spoil me. ☺️ -he couldn't help but snuggle his teddy bear- He made this for me! Isn't that cute?

Pav sips his soda: Whoa, he did! Wow, what did you get him?

Miles: My love! -He laughs playfully- I should, huh? Let me think... hmm🤔

Gwen: It should be something functional. It's the best way to use the gift.

Pav: or romantic!

Miles snaps his fingers: I know! I can get him a new guitar pick with our names on it! 🥰

Gwen: That is a great gift.

Hobie appears with his arms wrapping behind Mies' shoulder: Gift? What gift? -He kisses Miles' cheek- Aye, luv. Love your gifts?

Miles smiles widely showing off his teeth: Yes, bae! The bear is so cute! -He gave many kisses on his boyfriend's cheeks, and his hand caressing Hobie's arms- I love'em! 😘

Hobie smiles widely: I'm glad. You know, you don't have to give me nothing, dear.

Miles pouts: But I should. You're my man!

Hobie's face flustered: That's enough for me. 🥰

Pav giggles: Awwwweeeee.

Gwen: What if Miles' want to give you something to show that he loves you as much as you do.

Hobie: Oh he can never love me as much as I love him. -He sits besides his boyfriend, then lowly said- I would conquer the world for him!

Miles hearts flutter: Awe, I know you would! -he hugs his boyfriend with his arms around Hobie's neck- And you would make me a God?

Hobie grins widely: Of course, luv! I would make everyone worship you!

Gwen: Sounds like fascism...

Pav: Yeah! Wouldn't that go against what you believe in, Hobs?

Hobie chuckles lowly almost a bit amusing: Heh, funny, ain't it. It will be different because it will be my Sunflower! And everyone would get to worship my darling! -He playfully tap his boyfriend's nose- He's too precious!😌

Miles snuggles against: Love you, baby! 🥰😍

Hobie: Love you, darling. 😘 Oh I almost forgot -he handed Miles' his favorite soda, OK Kola Champagne- I forgot to give you this!

Miles gladly took his drink with his eyes widen: No way, bae! How did you get this? The Cafeteria doesn't sell this! 😲 -He grew up with this soda, one of his favorites. His mom would buy them in glass bottles and they would always drink together as a way of bonding. He opens the can hearing a small hiss then sips- Mmm, so good!

Gwen looks at Hobie, who's already pink: Man, you gotta stop spoiling him!

Pav chuckles: Damn, I'm not even like that with Gayatri... maybe I should be 🤔

Miles giggles having to share his lunch with his boyfriend, he offers him to try the soda: Here, have a sip. -he watches Hobie taking a sip then shrugs- Too sweet?

Hobie: You know me, luv. I rather drink ale than a Pop... -He use to drink a lot of beer before meeting Miles. Now, he rarely drinks it.- But this isn't bad.

Miles wraps his arms around Hobie's left arm, his head snuggling against him. Hobie's body turns red with magazine words of love and hearts: Well, I still need you to try Pegao and other Puerto Rican snacks.

Gwen only eats as she listen to the couple then asked: What's Peg-Ow?

Pav burst out laughing: Gwen, what?

Miles: Pegao? It''s crispy rice. It's so good. Dominicans call it Concón.

Hobie said with a smile on his face: I'll try anything for you, Sunflower.

Miles: I know, you will, baby! Mwah! -he kisses Hobie's lips-

Gwen: Oh brother, here they go again. -The lovey dovey sometimes be too much for her-

Pav: They are here for the long run!

Hobie: For sure!

Miles turns to his friend: Yeah, he's my baby!

Gwen turns to Pav: And he will be the first one to proudly let everyone.

Pav: Miles would give a whole speech about Hobie!

Hobie smiles widely hearing his boyfriend: I would! I would like to thank my bae for these gifts and lunch -then chuckles- And my man, thank you to my man! -he playfully stuck his tongue out while hugging his boyfriend-

Hobie could only chuckles having to put Miles on his lap: Amazing speech, luv! 🥰 It's the best one I heard!

[pastanest]

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Courting Eomer Would Include

- with regards to chivalry? Eomer invented it

- he’s treated you like royalty from the moment he first laid eyes on you, regardless of what your status may have been

- he has always treated you as a new blessing upon his life, even after being together for years, and that will never change

- despite acquiring a high status because of your relationship with Eomer, the two of you decided to live in a small cottage, rather than staying in the castle

- you prefer the more homely sense of life, and the separation from political matters that Eomer has to deal with on a daily basis

- cooking together consists of you cooking while Eomer hugs you from behind and watches you while showering you with compliments on your cooking skills

- Eomer is a family man, so obviously he’s going to be curious about whether you want children or not

- he’s very keen to know what your future holds, but because he wants to spend forever with you, he’s in no rush, and he is incredibly patient with all obstacles that the two of you face

- you and Éowyn are very good friends, you spend a lot of time together, and whenever Eomer is unsure of your whereabouts, the most likely place to find you, is wherever Éowyn is

- Eomer is fiercely protective, and has been known to get a little jealous of other men flirting with you, but he is never angry towards you, he only ever shows you love and kindness

- he’s always finding new and wonderful nicknames for you that he will refer to you as, no matter who’s around

“Good evening my starlit angel, how has your day been?”

“Well hello radiant sunflower, what a surprise to see you here!”

“Have any of you seen my ray of moonlight?“

- big fan of PDA, loves swinging an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple whenever he sees you

- also has a habit of winking at you from across the room, as though he’s trying to woo you even when you’ve been in a relationship for years

- loves giving you piggybacks from one building in Rohan to another, even if they’re only a few paces apart

- when he gives you piggybacks, he makes horse sounds and only responds to being called your “trusty steed”

- honestly who needs to think about kids when your boyfriend acts like one anyway

- when the two of you go on walks around Rohan together, he’ll hold your hand and swing your hands in between you as you walk, smiling proudly at anyone you see because he’s just so proud to be yours

- when you have to leave the room for any reason, you’ll stand on your tiptoes to kiss Eomer’s cheek before you go, and no matter how many times you or anyone else sees it, he will never admit that he blushes

- you often accompany him to the bar in the evenings, to socialise with your friends

- people have often made the mistake of challenging you to their drinking games, and while most men of the time would never even think to let their woman participate in such “manly” activities, Eomer simply laughs at the poor souls that challenge you and watches with pride as you completely destroy them at their drinking games

- he brags about you to his friends 24/7, but he will never tell them that he lets you braid his hair in the evenings

- cuddles while at home are a near constant thing for the two of you, and Eomer will use any excuse he can think of in order to gain affection from you

“Sweetheart, my lips are rather cold, do you think you could warm them with yours?”

“Oh dear lord! I think I just saw a very small and partially invisible orc! The only way to protect you from this very specific orc breed is to have you sat on my lap, Im afraid this is the only solution!”

- Eomer loves you more than he has ever loved anything else in existence, and he will continue to do so for the rest of your forever

[h4arts]

Could you do one where reader is a Pureblood Hufflepuff she bff with Sirus black lily Evan and the other maunders( remus james and peter anyway she in a relationship with remus Lupin any plot is fine am not to picky :)

sunflower and sparrow, remus lupin synopsis: you're given a note from remus, and something that means a lot more than you think warnings: none (i don't think), maybe grammar/spelling errors though

peter pettigrew ran as quickly as his feet could carry him, weaving between waves of other students crowding the staircases he needed to take. it was urgent, that's what sirius had said when he sent the blonde off in a rush. straight to the hufflepuff common room, ask for the ghost. sirius' instructions had been exactly that, and in the seconds that followed, a laugh emitted from james who was hovered over lily in the arm chair of their own common room.

now that peter really thought about it, it was stupid, and he had no idea why he even bothered. maybe it was the hope he'd see a certain blonde on the way there. maybe it was to see his friend, but it was mostly stupid. at the portrait acting as a door, peter saw who he assumed to be the ghost sirius spoke of, and he let out a disbelieving sigh at the wide grin and bubbly laugh of emmeline vance as she took the slip of parchment from the panting boy's hand. "thanks, love." she calls back to him, a playful wink going over her shoulder. peter left the corridor annoyed, planning how to make sirius' pay him back for the trouble he'd gone to for no reward.

"good morning, lovely." emmeline's hair brushes over your face as she flops onto your bed beside you. "you were reading a different book last night when i left."

"i finished it, and i've been wanting to start this one for a while." you reply, resting your cheek on the crown of emmeline's head which rested on your shoulder.

"the one sirius gave you?" she felt you nod your head, and decided to give you the note peter so graciously delivered mere minutes prior to her visit with you. "our dear peter was in a rush to get this to you. thought i'd hand deliver it." as soon as the paper was in your grasp, the black haired girl sprung herself off the bed and headed for the door. "i'll see you later!"

you set your book down on the small stand beside your bed and unfold the messy parchment, eyes immediately reading the note scribbled in fine cursive.

my sunflower,

out seventh year will be over in two months already, i hope you've begun studying for your exams. though i know you haven't, and i'll be meeting you in the library after classes tomorrow to fix that. can't have you failing your final year without the rest of us. come meet me by the lake when you get this, and bring your ink.

with love, your sparrow

you had given remus the name sparrow your fifth year, after quite a few shifts in personality and behavior. you'd though the symbolism suited him well, and he didn't feel like arguing your points anymore. then just last year, he in return gave you the name sunflower. his reasoning? the first time he'd told you he loved you, he'd given you a sunflower, and a torn out page from a book that said sparrows preferred sunflowers.

but now you were on your way to the lake, your pot of ink tucked into the pocket of your jacket. it was an odd request, one that occupied your thoughts until you saw remus waiting for you, back leaning against the trunk of a tree overlooking the water.

"hi." remus stands from his spot on the ground to meet you as you drew nearer to the tree.

"hi." you smile, reaching to take his outstretched hand. "what did you need my ink for?"

"i ran out." he replies simply, a grin crossing his features that you knew all too well.

"well why do you need it now? i highly doubt you brought me out here to watch you do homework." remus laughs, straightening out the blanket on the ground so you had somewhere to sit before moving beside you.

"it's for this." reaching behind him, he retrieves a bag with a book inside. it was the collector's edition of your favorite book, one you'd told remus about many times since he'd known you. he also knew you'd been saving up for it as there were few left in sale.

"remus-"

"don't lecture me or anything, just take it and trust that i know what i'm doing."

"thank you so much." remus laughs with you as your arms fling around his neck, pulling him into a death grip hug. "i love it." remus takes a minute to observe the wide smile you wore as you flip through the pages, and he found himself completely awed by you. "oh, what did you need the ink for?"

"here." remus holds his hands out for the ink and sets the book between the two of you, only the cover of the book open. you watch as he carefully adds a small paper to the back of it and began drawing something that you couldn't quite see. then, when he pulled his hand away you saw a bird resting on top of a flower. looking closer, you realized it was a sparrow perched on the petal of a sunflower. "you've always kept me from falling, even when i thought i would. i don't think you'll ever quite understand just how much you mean to me, but i want you to know."

"i understand. you're everything to me too." remus smiles, nothing but love in his eyes as he looks at you. "and the drawing is beautiful. i'll always keep it, just like i'll always have you."

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a twinkling array of shining stars made up the view in front of you. through the glass you stare, a sparkling reflection of the nearest constellation in your eyes. you sighed softly, eyes trailing down to your wrist. you watched the familiar clock tick down.

‘there’s not long now,’ you thought absentmindedly, gaze returning to the starry sky before you. in truth, there was only mere minutes before you would meet your fated love, the one you’ve been dreaming of for years. you were attempting to keep your cool, yet despite your best efforts, you were internally freaking out. thoughts of doubt and hesitance flooded your brain- you had little control over them. despite it all, you steadied your breathing and tried to focus on your surroundings instead.

out of the corner of your eye, you see some people passing by. a group of friends, one tall and adaptable, one short and bubbly and…

you didn’t realise the minutes had ticked by. before you knew it, you’d locked eyes with the third of the group. that’s when you heard the famed beeping sound. two soulmate timers going off at the same time… he was the one!

there was a gasp, then silence. then cheering from his friends. none of that mattered though, not then. you had finally found your soulmate and he was… so pretty. tall and, admittedly, quite stoic. he stared at you wide eyed, mirroring your own bewildered expression. you both moved towards each other, reaching for the now finished timers on the other’s wrist. he reached yours first, gently stroking over the zero’s with his thumb. his expression softened; you could safely say it suited him.

realising you didn’t introduce yourself, you go to speak. before you can, though, he interrupted,

“hello, i’m… dan heng. your soulmate.”

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I Said I’d Never Let You Go (And I Never Did)

Pairing: Joel & Ellie, brief Tommy & Ellie

WC: 2300

Warnings: language, PTSD mention, dissociation mention, allusions to Silver Lake but no explicit details, hurt/comfort

A/N: thank you to my dear betas and friends for looking this one over for me :) @starchild0985 @sunflower-0180

The title is from Have Faith in Me by A Day to Remember which is Joel & Ellie coded if you squint

Ellie and Joel had arrived back in Jackson in the middle of the summer. Warmer days were instantly a welcome distraction as Ellie felt the chill start to uncling from her bones. She started to think that maybe she wouldn’t always feel like this, a prisoner in her own body, bound by skin tainted, stretching so hard to contain her inner turmoil she feared it might snap. She picked at her cuticles until they bled, bit her nails until she couldn’t. Sometimes, she snapped the extra hair tie around her wrist over and over, the sensation keeping her grounded, as if she might drift off and never come back, course charted for the moon, the sky a welcome safety net.

She spent a lot of time in the stables during the warmer months, finding horses easier to talk to than people. Ellie found a particular kinship with Shimmer, a chestnut filly sporting a white blaze down her face. She spent countless hours brushing out her coat, sneaking her apples, and telling her stories. The regular barn workers just smiled when they saw her approaching every day, noticing the way she brightened up when she was there. She had come to Jackson closed off and apprehensive. No one knew the full extent of her story, but anything that made the burdens easier to carry was encouraged for everyone who came through the gates. Besides, she wasn’t bothering anything by being there.

School starting back up in the fall was another routine welcome to both Joel and Ellie. At least he knew where she was most of the day. He tried to give her space. A lot of days, she would wander the woods for hours, perch in a tree and wait for animals to cross through. She was quickly filling the sketchbooks he had found for her front and back. Using pencils until they were barely nubs. She kept her knife on her and used it to sharpen them back into a point as needed. Joel usually found her by the accumulating piles of shavings at the wide base of a maple.

“Supper time,” he would say.

“Almost done,” she would squint, tongue pressed between her lips as she put the finishing touches on a sketch of a starling, pulling wide strokes down then erasing the tips to mimic its shiny feathers. She would then shut her sketch pad and shove it into her backpack, grabbing a low hanging branch to swing down to the ground. Joel always held his hand out to steady her, and she always grabbed it, whether she needed the extra balance or not.

A chill was making its way back into the air as summer wound down. Not having to face the sweltering heat meant she could spend more time outside and less time drenched in sweat. The red hoodie she always donned to cover her bite less likely to raise questions on cool afternoons than ones where the sun beat down, tinging the tips of her ears and the apples of her cheeks a soft shade of pink. She liked blending in, avoiding attention. Enough time had passed now that the two of them were no longer the topic of every conversation. Patrols over the summer had found a few straggling survivors and brought them in to recover and integrate into the community, so she was no longer the new kid.

Life there was slowly beginning to make sense for the two of them. They ate most of their dinners in the meal halls at night. Joel cooked them breakfast in the mornings and packed lunches for them both to take when they went their separate ways. Most evenings, they spent time on the porch reading, or Joel would teach her a few new chords on guitar. She could sight read music like a natural, just picking it up like she had done it her whole life. The library had a few music books on the shelves that she checked out regularly until she memorized every song on the worn pages.

When the moon settled high in the navy sky, and the stars spilled across the horizon finding their place in the mural, Ellie would perch on the front steps and point out constellations to Joel.

“Those three right there make Orion’s Belt. And that orangey looking one up there, that’s his shoulder. It’s called Betelgeuse. It’s 750 times bigger than the sun.”

“Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice,” Joel called over from his rocking chair.

Ellie shot him a confused look over her shoulder.

“It’s from a movie. Michael Keaton?”

She gave him the same look she had given him when he asked her if she knew who Linda Ronstadt was.

Joel sighed, “I’ll see if Tommy has a copy.”

Ellie pushed off the steps with a groan. “It’s getting late, old man. I’m gonna go shower and hit the hay,” she announced, pressing a kiss to his temple. His hand rose to his shoulder to give hers a quick squeeze before she retreated into the house.

“Night, kiddo,” he called after her.

As October faded into November, each morning brought grey clouds that hung thick in the sky blocking out any hope of golden light. Frost regularly crawled up the windows of their home without the sun’s rays to melt it away. Ellie would trace the patterns from the inside with her finger, feeling like a storm cloud was hanging over her, a shadow she couldn’t outrun. She didn’t quite know how to name the feeling. A sense of dread tinged with panic, a heaviness dropping over her shoulders like a thick winter coat.

Joel noticed the melancholy she walked hand in hand with. He would say things like, “I’m here if you want to talk about anything,” before the two of them turned in for the night. She always gave him a sad smile colored with gratitude before declining. She didn’t know how to open up, and he certainly wasn’t going to force her, send her running like a deer hearing a twig snap. She had felt like prey before; she knew what it was like to be hunted.

So, he loved her quietly and closely. Sometimes, he left a note scrawled in her lunch with a crudely drawn smiley face or heart. He brought her every comic he could find, made sure to always save her his dessert or slip her an extra slice of bread at dinner. At night, after she showered, she would always sit on the floor in front of him in their living room. His rough hands never smoother than when they were brushing through the tangles in her hair and separating them into even sections. He lovingly tucked each piece into matching French braids, securing the ends with two small elastics. When he finished, she would lean her head into the crook of his knee and close her eyes. His hand would reach forward and stroke her cheek or scratch the bit of her back between her shoulders.

His touch anchored her night after night. When she felt like she was drifting, out of body, out at sea, his voice was able to call her home. The bright light of his love cut through the clouds, calmed the waves. The two of them were linked together in a way most people would never understand from the outside. The months they spent together forged an unbreakable bond. Each knowing the other inside and out, their tells, their tics, always at the ready to jump in after their friend if the darkness started winning.

Seeing her like this scared the shit out of Joel. He recognized the vacancy in her eyes like it was a mirror of his younger self. He heard the screams for help in the silent moments, when she looked to him with tear-stained eyes and dark circles so deep he feared she’d never catch up on sleep.

The cold weather was starting to take a toll on him as well. He was opting to stay inside and woodwork when he could, passing off some of his patrol shifts to younger folks on particularly windy days. His hands ached with age and poorly healed breaks. He spent a lot more time than usual clutching hot mugs and stretching his tired fingers out in front of the fire he kept blazing in their living room.

Ellie rushed out to school that morning like she normally did. Losing track of time, pulling on her shoes haphazardly with her lunch bag hanging from her teeth.

“Take your hat, it’s mighty cold today,” Joel said as he refilled his coffee cup for the second time that morning.

She pulled it off the hook and over her ears, mumbling a, “Bye Joel!” through her full mouth.

He smiled and watched as she scrambled down the stairs and around the corner towards the town.

She had been looking forward to school lately. Her age group had been reading plays aloud for literature, each person playing their own part. Right now, they were doing The Importance of Being Earnest. She giggled at all the word play, asking Joel to keep an eye out for more books by Oscar Wilde while he was out on patrol.

Mrs. Jones had seen the way she really took to acting out the parts, so when she had to call her name several times to get her attention that afternoon, she started to worry.

“Ellie, honey, is everything okay?” she knelt down in front of her, concern coating her voice.

Ellie’s eyes were glued to the window, thousand yard stare and color drained from her face. She barely registered the figure there in front of her; her mind was somewhere else. Outside the window, snow had started to fall, the first of the season. Once her eyes registered the flurries, she was gone in an instant.

Mrs. Jones peeked out into the hallway and was relieved to find Tommy there, checking some of the heating vents.

“Tommy,” she whispered loudly, drawing his attention away from the ceiling tiles he was fidgeting with. He stepped down from the small ladder and walked towards her with his brows knit together.

“Is everything alright?”

“It’s Ellie, she’s, I don’t really know. I can’t get her to talk to me.”

He nodded and followed her back into the room. She did her best to divert the class’s attention back to her and the play while Tommy knelt in front of her.

“Ellie, darlin’, can ya hear me?”

Her glassy eyes were unresponsive as he gently grabbed the book from her hands to put in her backpack and sling it over his shoulder. He took her hands to help her up, and she followed blindly, stumbling obediently out the door after him. He draped her jacket over her shoulders and pulled her into his side as they exited the building. The wind was biting. He gritted his teeth and squinted for visibility keeping his arm tucked tightly around her. She was heavy and weightless at the same time.

“We’re just gonna get you home, honey, okay?” he said softly to her, trying to constantly whisper reassuring things into her ear, red from the wind. He wasn’t sure how much she could hear, but he wanted her to know that he was there. She wasn’t alone, no matter what prison her mind was holding her in.

The walk to their house was quick on a normal day, slowed slightly by her stumbling steps just now. Tommy got her up the stairs and rapped loudly on the door. Joel heard it faintly from his shop, setting aside the piece of maple he was fashioning into a bookshelf for one of the older ladies in town. He made his way to the front door with a slight annoyance at the repeated knocking, instantly sobering up at the sight of Tommy holding up a haunted looking Ellie.

“I don’t know what happened,” Tommy said, urgently shuffling her inside and helping Joel set her on the couch.

“Snow,” Joel said grimly. He lifted the jacket from her limp frame and tossed it to the side.

“Ellie baby, can you hear me?” he asked gently. Her gaze was locked somewhere behind him. He knelt down in front of the couch, steady hands rising to hold her cold cheeks. “Ellie, it’s me, it’s Joel,” he pleaded.

At the sound of his name, she shifted her gaze to lock eyes with his.

“That’s it, baby. It’s just me. I’m here,” he smiled softly.

She lifted her arms up towards him weakly, and he knowingly rose to sit down beside, her pulling her into his lap. She buried her face in his neck, cold nose sending a chill down his spine.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, pressing gentle kisses to the crown of her head.

Tommy clasped Joel’s shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze before retreating out the door.

Joel’s arms wrapped tightly around her, the smell of his old flannel and the feel of it against her cheek, the sound of his voice calling her name, the scratch of his beard against her forehead all working in tandem to pull her back into the light bit by bit.

He held her for hours like that, steady as an oak tree, arms like branches holding her against his strong heartbeat. He never stopped talking, murmuring against her hair that she wasn’t alone.

“Thank you,” she finally squeaked out, voice barely a whisper, but he heard it.

She felt his lips turn up into a smile, and he pressed another kiss to her head.

“I’ve got you, baby girl; I’m not going anywhere.”

[nimilla]

I don't remember if I asked a similar question, but I wonder how Farmer Ziana feels about Morris? Will she consider him her friend even though he is Joja's manager?

(Some sunflowers for you 🌻🌻🌻 💕 have a good day!)

Hiya, Mousy!! ✨ I don't think you've asked this before, and since I refreshed my feed, I don't remember, haha. Thank you for the ask with my farmer girl! 💛 I apologise for taking a while to get back to this. I wasn't sure what kind of format I wanted to use for an answer, but here we are! ^^

I hope this is okay.

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"Could've stayed friends..." | One-page comic

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"Morris might be the Pelican Town's Joja manager, but it does not change much that he might be a good person inside despite being part of Joja Corporation. Farmer Ziana is the type to not find importance in what a person does for work."

"However, their 'friendship' ended when the community all criticized the local Joja Mart, resulting in all of the Joja team there fleeing the humble town... Morris and the rest were never to be seen again."

"Except for Claire, of course..."

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Also, thank you so much for the sunflowers, Mousy!!! 🌻✨ And I hope you have a good day, too, dear moot!! 💕💕

Some sunflowers for you as well!! 🌻

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I LOVE SUNFLOWERS!!! 🌻 WEEEEEEE—

[greenunoreversecard]

Ok, so like- hear me out.

So we have the sunflower ship, which is Mikey and Miles Morales, right?

So like imagine that Miles is coming to visit Mikey, and just happens to bring along his dear ol' pal, Hobie.

And imagine that Hobie aquaints himself with Donnie (do you see where I'm going with this?)

So, Mikey and Miles see this blossoming friendship, (and some totally platonic stolen glances) and the two start scheming

Basically what I'm getting at is Hobie Brown and Donnie reluctant friends to lovers bc the scheming younger brothers thought it would be a funny way to fill their time by watching two emotionally constipated fucks pine endlessly.

Thank you for your time.