#talk about how everything worsens around the flower

[recitedemise]

𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺. As Gale had stated himself, maintaining the orb is a delicate, and I do mean delicate, balance. By its nature, that rot-spilling thing branded within him hungers and feeds off all things Weave. However, it doesn't do to simply gorge it freely, and of course, starving it at all is out of the question. Before Elminster's intervention, in fact, Gale was perpetually gauging the depths of its hunger, consistently focused on its very fickle equilibrium and choosing carefully what artefacts to drain. Beside the blossom, however, that hair-thin margin is thrown right off kilter, and as the flowers stifle magic all around them, that means the closer Gale comes, the more emptied his orb. It throws him back considerably, hastening the severity of his body's failing. His blighted arm ruptures open, cracking from his shoulder to the tips of his nails, and in his throat, he tastes the stubbornness of tar-thick decay. All the while, the pain, the agony, is nigh on deafening. By all means, sussur blossoms don't simply stem Gale of all magic. Rather, these flowers send him hurdling back into whatever state he'd nursed in his early isolation. He feels like he's dying, on top of the crushing emptiness that leaves him cold, and he's every interest to keep a good distance away. With immediate physical effects, no one can wonder why.

[causenessus]

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part 0.16. REMEMBER IN THE MORNING

“i’ll be your morning bright goodnight shadow machine i'll be your record player baby if you know what i mean i was your starry-eyed lover and the one that you saw we were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath and i've been burning for you baby since the moment i left."

from paul by big thief, left at the maneater, shiga, japan

after his last text, she’s waiting in silence, staring up towards the shadowed ceiling of her dark room.

she’d been caught off guard initially by his texts, and it had only worsened the longer it went on. her throat felt like it was going to close up. one moment he was calling her out and saying his own sweet things, and the next he was brushing everything off. she wasn’t sure what to trust and what not to. he was adamant about denying having a part in any of the pictures he had sent, but this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. there was the flower box, too, and the story osamu had told her.

now that she thought about it, it had lined up too well. a fire extinguisher box that suna had put up instead of a flower box, which omi had accidentally mistaken for the extinguisher box? it was convoluted to even think about, and way too coincidental.

but she couldn’t bring it up now, that was months ago and it’d be wrong of her to try and coax the truth out of him when he was obviously drunk, no matter how much he tried to deny it. she almost jumps when her phone lights up again and starts buzzing, her ringtone playing through her headphones as she stares at the screen for a second.

she’s going to answer, of course, but she almost wishes she had said no to calling. she’s not sure what they’ll talk about tonight or what he’ll remember in the morning. she’s not sure if she should bring up anything he’s said so far ever again in case it affects their relationship.

she’d be heartbroken if he blamed whatever he said tonight on being drunk (in contrast to how insistent he was currently being that he would say these things if he wasn't intoxicated), but she’d also feel equally as nauseous if they never talked about this night again.

she blinks rapidly, feeling tears well up in her eyes. ‘what was she crying for?’ perhaps she's realized that they've both already gone too far. when they woke up in the morning, things wouldn’t be the same anymore. one look at their texts and he would read that she had stupidly admitted to having tweeted about him before, and she would have no excuse for her actions. 

she needed to answer the phone.

she wiped her arms with her sleeve, taking a deep breath for answering. 

“hi,” she speaks softly, starting their conversation off as she always does.

“hi,” he says back like he always does, although tonight his voice is a little breathy.

she starts to play with the edge of her sheets, unsure of what to do with herself, “are we calling to talk about something in particular?”

she can hear him shift around in his own bed before he gives her a noise of disagreement, “no... i guess you were right, i really just want to sleep but i like falling asleep on call with you. ‘makes me feel like i’m there with you.”

she almost turns on her phone to hit the mute button as she chokes back a noise of surprise, face turning red. she’s paralyzed in her bed, mind trying to formulate a response. “oh. i like being on the phone with you too,” she immediately slaps her head at her own lame reply. she was trying to convince herself that he just likes her presence. all friends like each other’s presence. he didn’t mean anything more. “you’re sleeping on your side, right?”

he hums out a small noise of agreement, probably already half asleep, and the thought makes her smile. “okay, well then goodnight, suna. i’ll see you tomorrow when you get back.” she turns onto her own side, eyes closing as she tries to calm herself down.

his voice makes her eyes snap open again, “call me rin.”

she’s at a loss for words. is he asking her to say it or just reminding her?

“you keep switching between ‘suna’ and ‘rin,’” he mumbles slowly, words slurring together. at least she knows he’s definitely drunk. “i know you said i wasn’t pressuring you to call me it, but the way you never remember on your own makes me think you don’t want to call me it.”

“no i–” she has to take a shaky breath as quietly as possible. “i want to. i promise. it just feels so personal. like i still can’t believe you want me to call you it. and i don’t know— sometimes you get a look on your face when i call you it so i thought maybe you didn’t like it and wanted to change your mind.”

he lets out a laugh and she ends up kicking off her blanket, suddenly too hot to be under any cover. “you’re funny. and horrible at overthinking, you know that?” she tries her best not to cry out of embarrassment.

“i just make that face because it surprises me. i’m not used to it yet but i want to be. i like when you call me rin. i like it a lot.” she almost feels dizzy, hearing his voice come in through her headphones.

she tries to rationalize with herself: he’s drunk. he’s going to say things that he doesn’t mean. “you’re drunk, suna,” she forces herself to say, “i’m not gonna listen to anything you say right now.”

“call me rin,” he repeats again, almost sounding like he’s begging her. her heart is racing, and she can’t even bring herself to say no to him again. “call me rin, please. i’ll tell you it’s okay again in the morning. i swear.”

she’s staring straight ahead at her wall now, not even sure if she’s breathing. finally, she takes a deep breath, exhaling as she responds, “okay, fine.” she feels a little stupid doing it, but she turns onto her other side, facing her phone as if he’s there with her. “goodnight, rin. see you tomorrow.”

she can almost feel the smile in his voice as he responds, but she can’t see it. see that he really is smiling, and he’s turned onto his side, facing his phone as well, “goodnight, y/n.”

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extras <3

MANEATER REFERENCE RAHHH AND INKED AND MBB THEY'RE LITERALLY PART OF THE UNIVERSE NOW IDK WHAT YOU EXPECTED

thank you to mo for being like my biggest supporter ever <3 @guitarstringed-scars

maneater y/n kicked ass and played banger after banger like she does every night

everyone got absolutely wasted (except for omi who dragged them all home, bless his heart LMAO)

suna got drunk for like three reasons, 1. he didn't want to think 2. he thought maybe everyone would leave him alone 3. in case he did feel like making bad decisions at least being intoxicated would keep him from chickening out

AND ALSO I HATE WRITING DRUNK PEOPLE IT FEELS SO WEIRD SO I DON'T EVEN TRY I'M SORRY. LIKE I MADE ONE ACTUAL TYPO IN SUNA'S TEXT ABOUT BEING A GOOD TEXTER AND WAS LIKE "okay yeah whatever" BUT I'M SORRY JUST KNOW I WASN'T TRYING

RAHHH DOUBLE UPDATE BC I CAN'T HELP MYSELF WHAT IS GOING ON

suna was simultaneously so out of it during their texts and so locked in like he just said whatever came to mind and then y/n would question him and he'd be like "hold on what"

random plug but i am also planning a band au smau and eggy wyr and i have created an entire playlist u should check out and try and guess who it's about

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[bumblesimagines]

When Fire Meets Fate

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

A little short but hopefully good. Not very fond of this.

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"I hardly understand why you refuse to cooperate with Father, (Y/N)," Alicent muttered quietly, pouring herself a cup of tea. Lifting her head, she eyed her brother with a frown, fingers slipping under the saucer to scoop it up from its spot on the table. Softly blowing, she watched the steam rise. "Everything he does is-"

"For himself." (Y/N) interrupted, running his fingers over flower designs on his mother's old jewelry box. Carefully prying it open, his eyes looked over the gemstone necklaces he'd seen his mother wear so many times. He picked one of her finer necklaces, cradling it in his palm before approaching his sister. Alicent set her cup down with a clink and raised her hands toward her hair, lifting her braids as (Y/N) moved to stand behind her. 

"Mother would hate to see how much you resent Father," Alicent murmured, releasing her hair once the necklace was secured around her neck, one hand falling to touch the gemstones. 

"Father and I have never seen eye to eye, Alicent." 

"But it's worsened, has it not? When's the last time you've had a civil conversation with him?" Alicent spun around to face him, hair swinging over her shoulder and brows knitting together. The sight of her worried doe eyes tugged at his heartstrings and (Y/N) sighed. Looking down as Alicent took his hands into her own and ran her thumb over his knuckles. "All this fighting and resentment... It'll do you no good, (Y/N). He's our father and he loves us."

"He loves you. And even then, he doesn't truly care about what you think, just what you can do for him. One day, you're gonna reflect on these days and you'll wish you had listened to me." (Y/N) met her eyes again. Big and brown like their mothers'. Even with stoic faces, their eyes betrayed them, showing an ocean of emotions. 

"You're hurting and lashing out, (Y/N)." Alicent straightened her shoulders, pink-colored lips pulling into a line. "Perhaps a prayer-"

"I will not argue with you about this again, Alicent." He muttered and slipped his hands out of her tender hold, stepping away from her and walking toward the doors.

"Where are you going?" She called out after him.

"On a walk." (Y/N) replied, pushing one of the doors open and stepping out into the hallway. Maids and guards bowed their heads as he walked past them, mumbled greetings falling from their lips. If only the other lords and ladies gave him the same ounce of respect. Sure, they greeted him similarly, only to whisper about his family as soon as his back turned to them. Not even kings and queens were safe from the rumors spread about in court. Sweet smiles turned venomous when one wasn't looking. 

Stepping onto a balcony overlooking one of the many courtyards, (Y/N) peered down at the knights below, waiting and praying to be picked for the Kingsguard. (Y/N) ran his hand along the railing, feeling the bumpy stone against his soft skin. Unlike many of his brothers, knighthood hadn't called out to him. Sure, he knew how it felt to hold a sword and swing it, but the desire to strike someone had never sprung out at him. And besides, the Hightowers had people for that. So, the skin of his hands remained without a scratch.

"Enjoying the weather, Lord (Y/N)? It's a lovely day." 

Dropping his arm to his side, he bowed his head. "Princess Rhaenys." He greeted, lifting his eyes to look at the older woman. She studied him, seemingly debating whether he'd be worth talking to or not.

"Tell me, Lord (Y/N)... How is it being the son of Otto Hightower?" Rhaenys asked as she rose from her seat, her long dark blue dress sliding across the floor as she moved.

"Lovely." (Y/N) answered dully, clasping his hands behind his back. Rhaenys hummed and smirked, stepping toward the railing and resting her arms on it, eyes traveling over the crowd of knights before they landed on Rhaenyra. The new heir stood beside Ser Harrold and looked rather bored with the task at hand. Rhaenys watched the princess closely, fingers drumming against her arm. She'd been denied the crown all those years ago because of her gender, only to watch her cousin name his daughter heir. (Y/N) knew the feeling of being so easily dismissed all too well.

"I hear you've made a name for yourself," Rhaenys spoke up once more, glancing in his direction. "The Boy Who Never Smiles... Quite the title at the mere age of five and ten." He remained silent, watching the knights as they were called up by Ser Harrold and waved off by Princess Rhaenyra.

Noticing his lack of response, Rhaenys switched topics. "I assume you are engaged?"

"I am not, Princess." 

"A boy of your status without a betrothed? Your father must have something planned. Perhaps an engagement that will finally get his blood on the throne." (Y/N) grimaced at her words despite the amusement behind them. He could imagine his dear sister talking to King Viserys late at night, saying the right words and doing the right things to get him interested. And there was nothing he could do, not when their own father encouraged it.

"I hear your sister and Princess Rhaenyra are close. Could the same be said for you?" Rhaenys asked as she pushed herself up, gaze lingering on the knights before she looked at him, head tilted and brow raised. (Y/N) looked toward Rhaenyra, watching her speak with one of the knights before shaking his head.

"We're not close." He answered, turning back to Rhaenys. "The most we've spoken about is the weather." 

While appearing unsatisfied with his answer, Rhaenys nodded and returned to her previous spot on the bench, lifting her cup toward a maid. She watched her cup fill before stopping the maid, motioning to the wine with a nod from her head but (Y/N) rejected her silent offer. 

Clearing his throat, (Y/N) moved his arms out from behind his back and toyed with the ring on his finger. "If I may be so bold, Princess..." Trailing off, he waited for her to nod before continuing. "If you had been chosen as heir back during King Jaehaerys reign, it would've saved both the Targaryens' and Hightowers' much trouble."

"You blame the throne for the death of your mother." Rhaenys mused softly.

"I blame my father. I understand being the Hand has been his job for many years but I believe you would've chosen someone else and thus we might've returned to Oldtown. Back home, she would've been a priority, not a second thought." (Y/N) explained. Rhaenys set her cup down on the table beside her. Pressing her lips together, she looked up at him and extended her hand toward him. (Y/N) hesitantly reached out, pressing his palm against hers. She ran her thumb over the back of his hand, something she most likely did to comfort her own children. 

"I offer my condolences, Lord (Y/N). Losing a mother is never easy." She spoke quietly, almost warmly. "And your support is appreciated, child."

"Thank you, Princess. I'll be taking my leave." (Y/N) retracted his hand and bowed his head, resuming his walk and continuing down the hall. He turned the corner, fingers ghosting over the spot Rhaenys had provided comfort. He felt tears prick at the back of his eyes. (Y/N) hadn't realized how much he missed the comfort of a mother. Inhaling, (Y/N) blinked away the tears. Weeping didn't bring back the dead. 

Heading down the stairs, he halted upon noticing the princess waiting at the bottom of the staircase. She offered him a smile and (Y/N) sighed, resuming his trek down the steps and walking past her, hoping she'd been waiting for someone else. But instead, she fell into step with him.

"Have a nice chat with Princess Rhaenys?" Rhaenyra questioned with a grin. Had Targaryen's always been so nosy? (Y/N) exhaled through his nose and glanced at the girl beside him. When he didn't respond, Rhaenyra quickened her pace and stood in his path, a cheeky smile appearing on her face despite his annoyance.

"Why don't you ask her?" (Y/N) breathed.

"Because I asked you, Lord (Y/N)." Rhaenyra shrugged her shoulders, a soft giggle slipping out. The happiest he'd seen her since the passing of Queen Aemma. A façade for her grief, maybe. But (Y/N) wasn't in the position to question a princess, much less one that had been made heir to the throne.

"It was a lovely chat, Princess." (Y/N) answered. "How was picking a new knight for the Kingsguard?"

"You were watching?" Rhaenyra tilted her head, long hair swaying to one side. "I chose Ser Criston Cole; the knight from the tourney who bested my uncle. Can you believe he was the only knight with battle experience?" 

"A good choice then, Princess." (Y/N) praised and the corners of her lips twitched upward. "You and your father deserve to be protected by the best and that certainly shouldn't be some fool who weeps over losing a game."

"My thoughts exactly." 

"If that is all-"

"No, it's not." Rhaenyra shook her head and took a step closer to him, hands folding infront of her. (Y/N) resisted the urge to sigh and instead motioned for her to continue with a nod. Rhaenyra looked down at her hands, running a finger over the rings adorning them. Licking her lips, she looked back at him.

"Have I done something to offend, Lord (Y/N)? I've noticed that you and I rarely speak, even when Alicent is with us. We've known each other for years, and yet... You are a stranger to me." Rhaenyra pursed her lips. 

"When you have as many siblings as us, rare is the time we get something fully to ourselves. I wouldn't wish to change the dynamic between you and Alicent by inserting myself. She cares for you, Princess. I hope the love you have for each other will help with any obstacles you face in the future." (Y/N) explained and stepped around her, arm brushing against hers as he walked past her.

"Good day, Princess."

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When their father had told them he wished for their presence in the room where only the council were allowed, a pit had formed in (Y/N)s' stomach. He'd spent the night soothing Alicent as she paced in his room, voicing her anxieties and worries regarding Otto visiting Dragonstone to confront Prince Daemon. He'd returned in one piece, sadly enough, but the relief on Alicents face had been enough to keep (Y/N)s' thoughts to himself. He'd wished for nothing more than to hear about their fathers' demise before his plans could escalate further, but as he stood beside his twin, he knew his prayers had been ignored. They wouldn't have been called in if King Viserys didn't plan on marrying his sister.

His eyes remained trained forward, even as the other lords entered the room and took their seats. Rhaenyra stood by the refreshments table, glancing at the twins every so often in mild confusion but neither of them met her gaze, either out of guilt or anger. King Viserys turned away from the window and approached the table, looking at each lord. 

"I have decided to take a new wife." He announced, meeting Lord Corlys expectant gaze briefly before looking toward his daughter. (Y/N)s' fingers dug into his skin as a wave of hot washed over him. Rhaenyra noticed his tense figure from across the room and frowned, brows furrowing slightly. Her eyes slid over to Alicent, and then her father. The wrinkles between her brows smoothened and her eyes slightly widened in realization, head turning toward her childhood friend.

"I intend to marry..." Trailing off, King Viserys looked toward Alicent. "The Lady Alicent Hightower before spring's end." Silence fell over the room as each lord absorbed the information. (Y/N) looked at his father and clenched his jaw. His father didn't bother hiding his smugness and triumph. (Y/N)s' feet began moving on their own, leading him toward the doors. The lords turned in their chairs to watch him, the wood creaking beneath their weight. Shoving the door open, he spared a glance toward the guard he'd nearly hit, the metal clattering against the wall as the guard stumbled backwards. (Y/N) blindly walked in one direction, thoughts running wild. He didn't even notice when he reached his room, only taking note of it when the guard stationed outside his room opened the doors for him.

"I don't wish to speak with anyone, tell them as much if they come." (Y/N) ordered, getting a weak nod in return before the door closed. Taking in a shakey breath, (Y/N) leaned his forehead against the door, knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the doorknob. He pressed his lips together as anger gave way to exhaustion, his shoulders slumping and a sigh escaping his lips.

Each of his brothers had given up their lives to please their father; many becoming knights to earn his praise. But of course, nothing could ever be enough for Otto. He asked for more, desired more, demanded more. And like fools, his siblings obeyed. They hoped to make their father proud, to earn his praise and love. His mother gave him son after son until her frail body could no longer bear children and Otto repaid her by being away the night of her death, leaving her surrounded by a few of her children while she cried for him. He could sometimes hear her soft, exhausted voice at night echoing in his head. Desperate and neglected. Her image flashed in his head whenever he closed his eyes; pale skin, dry lips, darkened eyes, the outline of her bones faintly showing. No longer a beautiful woman. Just a memory.

Pushing himself away from the door, he staggered further into his room and fell back on the bed, burying his face in his hands. It'd only be a matter of time before he'd be pushed into some ridiculous plan such as a miserable marriage for an alliance or more power. He groaned at the prospect, running his hands over his face. As a man, he had more freedom, more time to do as he pleased. While the chain around his neck was longer than his sisters', it was still a chain nonetheless. And only few things would coax his father into setting him free.

 Tilting his head, he looked at the painting mountain above his desk. A painting of his mother whilst she'd been pregnant with him and Alicent. Her soft skin had grown wrinkled from age, but she still looked younger than her age. Even in the painting, one could tell how tired she'd been. Her smile felt forced and her eyes looked distant. The painter had perfectly captured the subject. A sad, shell of a woman. 

"Lord (Y/N)," The guard entered his room and (Y/N) grunted, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Before he could remind him of the order he'd given, Rhaenyra stepped inside, dismissing the guard with a wave of her hand. Her gaze lingered on the closed door, nails gently scraping against her wrist.

"Did you know?" She asked softly, turning her head in his direction, eyes slowly turning glossy.

"Princess-"

"Did you know?" Rhaenyra repeated harshly, lip curling as her eyes narrowed into an accusatory glare. (Y/N) watched at her silently, fingers pressing into the dark covers of his bed, his mothers' painting staring holes into the side of his head. Only cowards lie to the innocent, he remembered her words clear as day. One of her many lessons. She wanted good men for sons. His shoulders rose slightly as he inhaled and lowered when he exhaled. He rose from the bed and nodded, walking toward the table where wine awaited him.

"I knew Alicent had been... visiting your father."

"Visiting? Since when?" Rhaenyras' expression shifted into one of bewilderment. "How long did it take for your family to latch onto my grieving father?"

(Y/N) glared at her. "My father, you mean. This is the last thing I wished for." He poured himself a cup, setting the bottle down harder than he intended and making the contents on the table shake. "I'm sure it hadn't even been an hour before he began plotting and Alicent foolishly did what he asked of her. My sister isn't entirely innocent in this, I know that, but the choice was ultimately your father's."

"I know that." Rhaenyra spat, the tears finally flowing from her eyes. "Is that what you insinuated the other day? That my best friend marrying my father would be an obstacle you hoped we'd overcome? It hasn't even been a year since my mother died and vultures have already claimed her spot!" Rhaenyra cried out, wiping her tears away. (Y/N) drank from his cup and looked back at the distraught princess, her soft sobbing filling the quiet space. Tightening his grip around the cup, he debated comforting her. Sighing softly, he set his cup down and approached her, reaching out. The tips of his fingers touched her forearm and Rhaenyra stiffened, looking down at his hand. For a moment, (Y/N) thought she'd move out of reach, but instead, she stepped forward, hesitating before she wrapped her arms around his waist, cheek pressing against his chest. 

"It was supposed to be Lady Laena, not Alicent... Not my only friend here..." Rhaenyra whispered, shoulders trembling with each shaky breath and sob. (Y/N) wrapped an arm around her shoulders and used his free hand to gently stroke her hair as he'd done many times with Alicent, running his fingers through her soft hair until her sobs subsided. Rhaenyra tightened her grip around him, another tear sliding down her cheek. "I have no one." She sniffled.

"You're a princess. Many would kill for your friendship."

"Only because they want something from me." Rhaenyra frowned, leaning back to look up at him, lips parting as (Y/N) gently brushed his thumb against her wet cheek, drying it.

"I'm sure you'll choose well."

"I choose you." Rhaenyra released him and swallowed, stepping back and regaining her posture. 

"Princess, it will only do you more harm-"

"Be it by order or by choice, you and I are gonna be friends, Lord (Y/N). You can understand me better than anyone. Our fathers have both let us down today... Alicent has as well. You know exactly how it feels to lose a mother. I do not wish to be alone here, and I know you feel the same. When everyone else fails us, we will have each other. When I ascend the throne as Queen Rhaenyra, I'll want you by my side as an ally and friend. I've only ever heard the truth from you. I know you are capable of showing kindness and empathy. So, please accept my offer of friendship... Because we both need someone to lean on during times like these."

[overgrownlizard0]

i heard you are a great man who tells stories

do you have any to share dear?

I enjoy telling my own stories yes, but I also enjoy telling other peoples stories. There’s nothing better than sitting in a populated area with adventures and hearing them talk about their own quests and experiences across the world, I still hate people don’t get me wrong but it is interesting and a great source of entertainment.

One of my personal favourite stories comes an old firblog in the Mythloid casino around 10 years ago now, I was visiting there with an old friend and when we were down sitting at the bar the door swings open to reveal a disheveled firblog with his lute clutched tightly in his grasp. He takes a seat at the bar and introduces himself as ‘Lark’ quickly the three of us get to talking, as the night carries us and our conversation I take notice of a bright, blue butterfly brooch pinned neatly onto his scarf, this brooch juxtaposed the rest of larks tattered outfit and shined spectacularly under the tavern lights into my eyes, leading me to ask about its origins and why it’s so neat compared to the rest of his appearance. Lark explained to us how it was his mother’s before she handed it down to him many years ago, he told us he wishes to wear it with the same pride his mother did before he smiled at us and started telling the tale of the brooch to us.

Lark was nine years old and living with his sickly mother in a run down hut on the edge of their small village, his mother had warned him for years to stay clear of the woods as they were dangerous and unknown entities would lurk in deep within the heart of the forest; Lark had taken charge of the house due to his mothers worsening condition as she was now bed-bound and unable to care for herself and lark. Around his house outside, when ever he had free time, Lark would watch as small white butterfly’s dance around the twisted trees and amongst the wilted flowers, adding life to a dead scenery. Lark had always hoped to see a blue butterfly like the one his mother had in brooch form and would wait and watch to try and spot one, but he never would see any around those parts, until that day. One day lark was doing his regular butterfly watching when a bright orange flash flys past his eyes, confused Larks eyes dart around the area before his eyes land on a large monarch butterfly fluttering around the trees, he said till this day he doesn’t know what compelled him towards this butterfly but the next thing he knew he was walking towards this beautiful creature; Completely mesmerised and hypnotised into following it, lark described it as being pulled along at the waist by a rope and unable to tear his gaze away from it as it flys away further from him, without realising it lark had now entered the woods and was now chasing this butterfly unknowingly deep in the woods, As the trees began growing closer and closer together their large branches loom over him blocking out the sight of the blazing sun as lark continues on chasing this butterfly until everything comes to an abrupt stop; the tweeting of birds, the whisper of wind, the rustling of trees and bushes, everything stops leaving him in a deafening silence. The only thing that remained in larks sight was this monarch butterfly but as quickly as it arrived, it vanished between a small gap within the trees. Reality began to set in as lark had awoken from his trance and the panic began to set in, its was dark. It was cold. It was quiet. Inaudible whispering around him started up as the dark atmosphere became more heavy and suffocating, rustling from bushes were quiet before growing aggressive, loud and violent making him cower with fear but there was no where to run, no sight of a exit. The whispers now turn to screams down larks ears causing him to cry and shake with the trees feel as though moving forward shortening the distance between the trees unable to help him escape, He should have listened to his mothers words, he shouldn’t have entered the woods and now he suffers the consequence for defying his mothers warnings, this was the end for him. Just as all hope was lost, a blue shimmer emerges slowly through the contorted branches capturing Larks attention and distracting him from the unsettling surrounding, this blue shimmer radiates a familiar comfort and begins to grow closer to him as his eyes widen upon realisation, a blue butterfly; emitting a trustworthy, protective aura. It began to quickly fly away between a large opening in the trees and lark follows swiftly behind trying keeping up with this butterfly, thorns and sharp branches tear and his skin drawing blood but lark but this doesn’t stop him, he continues to run and run and run off into the woods refusing to let the forest take him to drag back into the dark, gloomy nightmare he was just in. There was now light, there was wind and there was birds but more importantly, there was Larks house. He escaped. The blue butterfly circled around lark before handing on him hand for a couple seconds, the both stared at eachother before lark smiled and thanked the butterfly causing it to flutter its majestic patterned wings slightly as a response before flying off into the endless blue sky above lark watching as it grew smaller in the distance ,Disappearing.

Lark explained how after this encounter and returning home he had found that his mother had unfortunately passed on in the time span of him entering and leaving the woods, her body holding onto the blue butterfly brooch. Till this day lark believes that was his mother spirit guiding him out of those woods and has since been wearing her butterfly whilst on adventures, after that incident blue butterfly’s became a regular occurrence for him and would frequently hang around him. He believes she will lead him to safety in his darkest of times and will guide him along his journeys in the form of a blue butterfly.

I still regularly think about that story, where ever lark is now I hope he is well; t’s hard parting with something you hold so dearly to your heart.

Shame what happens to a persons mind after one to many drinks; they start to loose focus of the night, begin making moronic bets and deals, after a few lucky wins their confidence overshadows their logical thinking.

It’s rather interesting , watching someone once so tranquil and gentle loose their persona as they begin to lose every bet they make; Raking up hundreds and thousands in debt against their opponent. You would think if something meant so much to someone they would stick with it no matter what, guarding it with their life and never giving it up too clear their name and the money they owe to a person; though I suppose desperate times call for desperate solutions.

Oh well though, Atleast i got a new story to pass on to people and a brand new item to add to my collection. I understand this was difficult lark, but Atleast you don’t owe me that 350 pieces of gold anymore.

[wave2love]

✧ my lovely love 𖥔˙̣

02. 3rd of december (in the snow)

IN WHICH, choi y/n after finally landing a job after many many interviews finds out his new boss is the boy that broke his heart many years ago in highschool. can the two become friends again and maybe more or will it once again end in tragedy with y/n crying on the floor of his room for days left to pick up the pieces of his once again broken heart.

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3rd of december, junior year of highschool

jay planned a date for us today. as i finish getting ready a text pops up on my phone, hey baby, i’m outside. i grab my bag, phone and keys and go to meet jay outside with the biggest smile on my face. “jay!” i run into his arms, he gives me a big hug. “i missed you so much.” he says in the sweetest tone and as he gives me a kiss on my head, it starts snowing. i’ve always loved snow.

we arrive at this nice restaurant and he opens the car door for me and pulls flowers out of nowhere!? “thank you jay” i step out of the car and take his hand. he shuts the car door and leads me into the restaurant. “the reservation should be under the name park jongseong.” “right this way sirs.” the hostess says. jay leads me, holding my hand. i can’t help but smile, i love him so much.

after we eat dinner jay takes me for a walk in the park. i'm shivering, when did it get so cold? “you should’ve dressed warmer, you’re shaking.” it's that look, the look he gives me when i do something he finds cute or endearing. “hey! you’re supposed to give me a sweater in this situation!” he takes off his jacket and puts it on me. it’s so warm. i never want this date to end. snow still falling the sight of him here next to me, holding my hand, it’s my most favorite thing in the whole world. there's this small food truck right outside of the park that has the best hot chocolate in the whole world. "back on another date, aren't you two just darling." the owners are this cute little married old couple. they talk to us everytime we come around to buy food or drinks. "yes ma'am." jay tells her with a smile and i can't help but stare at him. how could a boy as beautiful as him be mine. we get our drinks and go to sit down at what we've deemed our bench.

when we sit down he gives me this look. it's a look i recognize, but one of which i am not familiar. "jay what's wrong..?" i'm scared to ask. he’s been acting weird. please don't say you're leaving me. "i.. need to tell you something." he takes my hands in his and looks at me ever so gently. he sounds... different. something happened i just know it. “what is it? jay, you can tell me anything, i’ll always be here for you my love.” “y/n you know i love you a lot right? i wish i could spend every moment i have with you.” i try to study his face to figure out what he’s trying to do. “yes jay i know you love me silly. i love you too, now tell me whats up.” he looks scared to tell me. he's never scared to tell me anything.

“y/n i’m moving away.” the words hit me like a truck. jay is leaving me. “what?” my voice is barely above a whisper and before i know it i’m crying. “you’re just moving a few hours away right?” i choke out between sobs. it starts snowing again. “i’m moving to the u.s.” my sobs worsen. “why.” “baby i love you so much i don’t want to but my parents...” “i haven’t even met your parents we kept our relationship a secret. not even my friends know that i have a boyfriend. my brothers haven’t even met you yet. what about our plans? what about everything we were going to do?” i can’t stand to look at his face anymore. “we need to break up.” “oh. okay.” i have no more tears left for now.

the drive back is silent. it’s still snowing it gives me this melancholy feeling. “y/n i’m sorry. i didn’t want to go but i have to.” “okay.” i open the door on my own when he drops me off. i don’t want to look at him any longer. “i love you.” he says before i step out. i look back at him. “i love you too.” my voice is soft, almost whisper like, but i know he heard it. i’m greeted by my brothers as soon as i step in the house. i can’t bear it any longer. as soon as they greet me i can no longer hold back my tears. “he left me. jay’s moving away.” all three of them come to give me hugs. yeonjun even offers to beat him up. i’m lucky to have brothers as loving as them.

as i look past my brothers out the window and through my tears i see the snow. i hate the snow.

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[fancyfeathers]

i imagine that as her health worsens, she gets closer to her uncle Louis. But even he is leading the M16 and can't be around. So his darling is always around with her child. I also think her and Watson would grow closer as well.

Father Like Daughter (Masterlist)

Aw I am imagining Uncle Louis coming to visit whenever he has a moment of free time, probably once a week and he feels absolutely horrible if he cannot because he can only imagine the mental strain everything is taking on her now. Visiting her with his darling and their child and I am just imagining her holding her little cousin, a baby, someone who is just as delicate as she is. Sometimes people like Jack, James, or Fred will visit her and if Andrei is around Jack will tell them embarrassing stories about themselves when they were children and Fred will always bring a new plant for her, remembering the time she used to sit in the garden with him while he worked. Louis definitely has suggested that she come and live with him and his darling but she wants to stay with her elder brother because he needs someone right now when he is taking up the title of earl after his father lost it.

But Watson definitely becomes close with both Andrei and Hyacinth. Andrei first because he is out and about in London and then he gets invited over more and more and gets to see Hyacinth and honestly while he is a doctor I think that is what allows him to overlook her illness and treat her normally, they both have a live for literature, he enjoys hearing her talk about the plants and flowers she grows, he understands how to keep pace with her so she doesn’t feel left out and has someone to talk to. Watson definitely visits the most out of anyone and probably is the one Hyacinth confides in the most.

[sundropmoondroplover]

It's All Okay Undertale Sans x Reader

Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety Attack, Thoughts about suicide. If you are not comfortable reading this please don't.

        It had been another shitty day at work. Coworkers and even customers just wouldn't stop getting mad at you. You just wanted to go home and lie in bed and forget the world around you. Would the people even care if you disappeared from the face of this planet? You just got more upset at the thought. You decided to walk home the long way. It was such a pretty path the you sometimes took home when you felt like shit. As you walked on the long path home you heard your phone let out a ding noise along with a vibration. You took out your phone to look at it to see that Sans had texted you. You knew that Sans had cared a lot for you but you always had the fear in your mind that he didn't like you and was just playing with your feelings. 

Text Conversation

Sans:

Hey Y/n, I was wondering if you were busy today? I wanted to talk to you about something..

You were terrified your heart pounding scared it was something bad. You calmed yourself down a bit and messaged him back with your anxiety creeping in the back of your mind.

Y/n:

Uh.. no im not busy at all.. was just walking home from work.

Sans:

Oh? Why didn't you tell me you were walking home? I could've walked with you. I really wouldn't have minded.

Yeah Sans would say that now. You were sure Sans would've minded. Your anxiety was slowly taking over your senses. You had to get home and hurry as you did. You never texted Sans back as you hurried home.

Sans P.O.V

        I waited for Y/n to text me back for 5 minutes now and it was starting to worry me. Knowing how they were, they always texted back as soon as they could. This was weird and concerning. I just needed to talk to them about something important. I looked at the table where i had a note and some flowers set down. Huh.. guess I have to go to her house and talk to her about what I needed to tell her. I grabbed the note and flowers to head to her house. "Hey Paps! I'll be gone for a while... Gonna go see Y/n!" I told my brother Papyrus. "OKAY BROTHER HAVE FUN AND BE SURE TO TELL THEM HOW YOU FEEL!" I heard Papyrus yell back to me. I smiled looking and the flowers and note in my hand. "I will bro.." I replied back leaving me and my bros house going to Y/n's.

2nd P.O.V

        You had finally made it home and hurried inside closing the door to your house. You went to your room sliding down against the bed to the floor. You felt it coming on the thing you hated the most an anxiety attack. Your heart was racing and so was your mind. Tears escaped your eyes as you couldn't breath. You clutched at your body and clothes trying to breath as the anxiety attack worsened. As you were having your anxiety attack not able to pay attention to your surroundings you felt someone grab you and hold you close. You couldn't hear what they were saying but you felt as they held you close and ran their hand in your hair. After 15 minutes of this you felt yourself calm down and you breathed calmly and your heart race slowing down to a normal beat. "There you go Y/n... its all okay.. I've got you.. what's wrong buddy?" you heard Sans ask you. Tears escaped your eyes as you told him everything. 

        You told him how coworkers and even customers had been treating you at work and how you felt like no one cared about you. You told him how you thought about if anyone would care about you if you had died. You told him how much your anxiety and depression had been bothering you. "I fucking hate it Sans! I hate feeling worthless like no one gives a shit about me! I just want to be happy and stop feeling like this all the time.." You cried out to him. Sans ran his bony hand through your hair letting continuing to hold you close to his body. It was so comforting to be in his arms and grasp. "You're not useless or worthless at all Y/n.. people do love and care about you in this world.. like for example me and paps, frisk, toriel, undyne, and alphys care about you so much.. we don't want anything to happen to you. Especially me Y/n i care about you more than you could ever know.." Sans said to you. You smiled listening to him talk as you calmed down. "Thank you Sans.. I really appreciate you here for me... but.. why are you here and how'd you get in?" You asked him confused.

        "Oh... uh.. I came here because you never texted me back so i was worried about you. I also had something to tell you anyways so yeah.." he said with a blush blush on his cheekbones. "I got in from the hidden extra key you told me about" he added on. You continued to smile while listening to him speak. "Okay, what did you want to tell me?" you asked him. Sans got up grabbing the things he put down on the end table by your bed. "I.. um.. wanted to give you these things.." Sans said with the blue blush coming up on his cheekbones. You watched as he gave you a vase with flowers and water along with a little note. You grabbed the the vase of flowers from him smelling them and smiling. You put the vase down and grabbed the note from him. As you read the note your heart raced but not in a bad way. In the note Sans wrote a sweet little poem and at the end was a pun. "Look.. i really needed to talk to you because i needed to tell you that I really liked you more than friends and i was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?" Sans asked. Your mind stopped for a second before you finally responded. "Yes Sans! I'll go out with you... i've liked you for a while but was too scared to tell you" you told him. You hugged Sans smiling hearing him say tomorrow you'll have your first date. Maybe.. just maybe life will be easier now with Sans by your side. 

AN: If someone you know or even you suffer from depression, anxiety or thoughts of suicide please tell someone you trust. Just know that you are not alone in the matter and that there are hundreds of millions of people in the world who feel the same. If anyone needs to ever talk to someone about Depression, Anxiety or thoughts about suicide I'm here. I know i'm a random person on the internet but I know how it feels like to not have anyone to talk to. ❤️❤️❤️ 

[pluckedchicken]

Love and Nature

Osdea, the god of love, fell hopelessly in love with the god of nature, Ezella. Osdea tried everything she could to have the indifferent god acknowledge her, but Ezella never gave her the time of day. Osdea tried helping the flora and fauna, hoping to appeal to the god of nature through kindness. She tried befriending the different nature spirits, attempting to learn anything about Ezella. She tried just being in the same area as Ezella often, so maybe they'd take an interest in her, like she had in them.

Finally, when Osdea had given up hope in all else, she brought Ezella a small bouquet of flowers, ones she had seen them care for, and tried talking to the god. Ezella curtly turned Osdea down, but Osdea saw this as progress, for she had finally gotten Ezella to acknowledge her! And so Osdea brought another bouquet of flowers the next day, with the same result. She continued bringing flowers every day, each time with the same result.

On the fourth day, Ezella, growing steadily losing what little patience they had left from the frequent irritations said, "Every day you cut and bring me flowers that I have grown. Every day I turn you down, but that still does not seem to dissuade you. Your young naivety seems to know no bounds, so let me put this as plainly as possible. For as long as you continue bothering me and cutting the flowers I have grown and calling it a gift, I will never return your affections."

Osdea, stunned, watched as the god of nature swiftly turned and walked away, her eyes never lingering from their back, not even when her face grew warm or when the world in front of her clouded too an unrecognizable blur of colours. Only when Ezella was long out of sight was Osdea able to move, collapsing to her knees, and crushing the flowers.

She didn't even remember dropping them.

Hastily, she tried straightening the broken stems and rightening the misplaced petals, but the tears and her shaking hands only worsened the damage until her lap was covered in flower petals and leaves. She held the broken and baren flower stems to her chest, head in her lap and arms wrapped around her trembling body.

Gradually, slowly, her tears sprouted new flowers, wrapping first around the edges of her feet, then her dress and legs, her torso, her arms, her neck, her hair, her head. Oh so gradually, the suffocating pain in her chest took on a new shape; a shape that made more sense. Oh so slowly, her tears did dry, and the flowers clinging to her form began to bloom.

The forest nymphs were the first to find her. The rising sun painted her skin a brilliant golden colour through the shadows of towering trees and their vibrant green leaves. The delicate white of fresh blooms sparsely covering her form seemed to sing at their first sight of light. The god's chest rose and fell slowly as she laid sprawled across the forest floor, as if asleep. The nymphs, simply relieved that the poor god was no longer weeping, left her to sleep.

Osdea was not asleep. How could she sleep with the ceaseless, creeping pain inside her chest?

As the nymphs left, tears escaped and trickled down their familiar path over her skin and in between the delicate flowers.

The nymphs returned at sundown, the god's chest still steadily rising and falling, eyes closed to the world. The white flowers from before now more thoroughly covering her, and new flowers blooming at the edges of her face, there was very little of the god that was left untouched now. Small pin-pricks of blood scattered across her body where the flowers weaved their way through her skin.

Still, the nymphs left Osdea to her slumber. Still, Osdea was not asleep. She was paralyzed, as if the flowers had taken root in her muscles, rendering them completely useless. If nothing else, the whites and greens of the flowers and their stems, set against the dimming light of the falling sun brought some small glimmer of happiness to the sorrowful god.

'Perhaps,' thought the god 'this is the true nature of life; holding onto the smallest glimmer of hope and joy, no matter the cost.' Tears welled along her eyes once again, now hidden beneath a thin layer of foliage.

The petite white flowers weaving and sprouting through her skin were not what troubled Osdea. What troubled her was the feeling of small, sharp barbs being dragged through the inner linings of her being. Treacherously slowly, the talons clawed their way up her chest and into her throat. Every tentative rise and fall of her chest, every movement, no matter how small, pressed the stabbing blades in further.

Osdea learned what she could and could not do quite quicky. Movement was strictly forbidden. The god was still allowed to breathe, but gradually even that privileged had been restricted until her breaths were slow and shallow and her head grew light. She was not allowed to speak. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to croak out even a single word. But she was fine with that. She had no one to listen to her words anyways.

The stars above shone so brightly. Somehow, they seemed brighter than usual, almost as if they wept for the god, their small lights ever so slightly growing before trembling and shrinking again. The stars and their weeping slowly began to fade away as dawn drew near, and clouds covered the sky like a heavy blanket. Osdea could feel the plants blanketing her body still in anticipation. The world around her seemed to hold it's breath as she swam in and out of consciousness. She could still breathe. She didn't know why she was struggling. Her head felt so heavy.

The clouds were painted a brilliant ruby red, painting the forest in hues of pink. Osdea had never seen a sky quite like that, and she knew she never would again. A faint smile spread across her lips. This much she was still allowed.

She couldn't breathe.

The world fluttered in and out of existence, as if a butterfly were sat on her nose.

She was okay.

The sun began to crest its head over the horizon, vibrant scarlet to match the clouds above. The birds did not sing, nor did the deer begin to stir. The nymphs would not visit this morning.

She would be okay.

In and out, the world faded and re-ignited repeatedly. Dark crimson shadows fell over the forest. White flowers were painted pink.

It would be okay.

The world of reds and dark shadows swam in front of Osdea's eyes. From the darkness, her eyes landed on one figure, slowly approaching. The darkness encroached and consumed her vision. She pried her eyelids open, even if only once more. She would not let herself be robbed of her sight. Not yet.

She was out of time. She was not okay. She didn't want to die.

Light returned to the god. A soft face filled with love and sorrow stared down at her. For a moment, Osdea forgot about the tearing thorns in her chest, about the flowers covering her body, about the air missing from her lungs. For a moment, Osdea felt like she was dancing through the forest again, wanting nothing more than for Ezella to turn their attention to her.

Osdea watched as Ezella's lips moved, but no sound ever reached her ears. Why couldn't she hear the god? Why couldn't she hear the one person who's voice had rung through her head for days now?

Osdea opened her mouth, but the words she wanted to say were torn apart by the thorns within before they ever knew the breath of life. The scene before her clouded to a blur of reds again with only Ezella remaining in focus.

Ezella leaned down, filling Osdea's vision. Soft lips found her forehead, as if the flowers had parted specially for them. A drop of water rolled down her temple. It was warm. It was cold.

The clouds faded from her vision, and the thorns in her lungs disappeared. The god of love no longer felt the pinpricks of flowers weaving through her skin.

The god of nature rose with the rising sun, and began their daily care for the earth and its creatures.

The sun rose on the second morning. Where had previously laid Osdea, the god of love, now laid a beautiful flower bed, alive with dusty blues and pure whites. Sat in the center of the bed was a bush of roses, petals and thorns dyed the same blood-red colour.

[sukratyaropia24]

Withered Love(Part 3/3 FINALE)

The final part, once more, this is something I cooked up for a performance output for school.

Summary: Two guys fall for each other, one is too early whilst the other is too late as both come to a misunderstanding that leads to the death of one under the petals and flowers, thinking that the other doesn't feel the same way.

Chiluc Modern!Au

Warning/s: Might be occ but Idc, hanahaki disease, mentioning of star tear disease, heartbreak, miscommunication, death, 'So close yet so far'.

Recap:

He liked his annoying, cheerful personality, completely contrasting with his own. Maybe one day, he will confess. But not right now, not when the man wasn't here, and yet, Diluc didn't dare to go find his dorm room and ask why hasn't gone.

The next day rolled by and Ajax felt even worse, despite only being overnight, usually it will take a few days for the pain to worsen but today it got worse.

He couldn't think straight, he looked pale, lips stained with blood, and breathing raggedly. One of the teachers noticed his condition and asked if he would want to go to the infirmary, yet, he shook his head, he couldn't let anyone know what disease this was nor what caused it. Despite the concern, the teacher sighed and continued. Meanwhile, outside the classroom, the Student President was there, looking over at Ajax. Why was he doing this? It had only been a day since they last saw each other, he didn't know the answer. But as soon as the bell rang, he tried to approach Ajax, but before he could, another student in Diluc's class approached him, and started to get close to him whilst flirting. As Diluc tried to pry the girl off, he didn't even realize Ajax was already looking at him. What's worse is how Ajax took it the wrong way.

Of course, Diluc already had someone, a girl, why would he even like a boy like him? His lungs flared up again as he covered his mouth before running to the nearest comfort room and into one of the stalls, before puking a load of fully bloomed petals alongside a concerning amount of blood. 'Shoot… It got even worse…' Ajax thought to himself. Now the sounds of crystallines breaking had started again, and great, he started crying too. "Why does everything had to go wrong this year…." He muttered as he continued to cry as Diluc on the other hand had finally pried the girl off and now was trying to find Ajax, but no avail, and soon he gave up, but Diluc wonders why the man had became so pale as he hoped it's not what he thinks it is after that incident with the girl.

Days had gone by and Ajax was nowhere to be seen, now Diluc was really concerned, he had already asked many of Ajax's friends to no avail. He had no choice but to go and find his dorm room to check. But the worst came for him as he heard a few students talking about how a sophomore student was heard to be unconscious with blood coming out his mouth. A sophomore student, he already knew who it was and yet, he didn't believe it as he suddenly ran as fast as his legs took him, it can't be him, right? "Please, let it not be you, Ajax… Please" he muttered as he reached the dormitory for the sophomore, and he felt his heart drop at the seen. An ambulance was already there with a few students and teachers surrounding the building. He was about to go through the people until a group of ambulance helpers came out with a person in the trolley, his heart dropped as he saw who it was. That it was indeed Ajax who was the one unconscious on the trolley. What matters worse is how now that he was found, the idea of the hanahaki and star tear disease came up as Diluc realized Ajax had both. All his question was, who caused all of this? But deep down, he knew he started this mess.

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'Huh…? Where am I…?' Ajax thought as he looked around, 'A cemetery? I… Oh,' he muttered as he looked down, seeing his name engraved on a tombstone.

'Here lies Ajax Tartaglia, Died by the Hanahaki Disease.' The tombstone wrote. Ajax chuckled, "I guess I died, huh…" he said, a sad smile on his face that slowly turned into a frown. Everything in his body felt free, at peace, but despite this, his mind isn't, everything about this. "And I didn't even get to tell him…" he muttered once more, a golden tear fell down his cheek. He continued to look down at his tombstone, slowly, he wondered, why was he still here? Is there something else? It was that until it was as if his question was answered immediately as he heard a car door opening and closing. Ajax turned around and his eyes widened, it was him, the person he loved underneath all the bloody flowers.

Diluc got out of his car with a bouquet of his and Ajax's favorite flowers, and there was him, eyes darkened and red as if he just finished crying. 'There's no way…' Ajax thought as Diluc slowly approached Ajax's tomb, 'This can't be right, right? There's no way he liked me too…' he thought, tears forming in his eyes as he watched as Diluc knelt down on one knee and gently placed the bouquet of flowers right beside Ajax's tombstone, before kneeling down on both knees. "Hey… How are you? I… I hope you're doing good up there…" Diluc spoke, he couldn't even finish a full sentence without tearing up as he wiped a few tears with the sleeve of his jacket, which was once Ajax's. "I know it's my fault you were in so much pain before dying… And I'm sorry, I didn't know the girl and I never was… It's because…" Diluc paused as he swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

"It's because it's you whom I liked- No, loved all this time… And I never had the gut to tell it to you… And I should've told you already to ease the pain, and I regretted every single one of it…" he confessed as Ajax watched with both of his hands covering both his mouth, tears falling down his face. He knew they would never be able to love each other all because of a single misunderstanding.

Two guys falling for each other, one was too early whilst the other was too late as both came to a misunderstanding that led to the death of one under the petals and flowers, thinking that the other doesn't feel the same way, only to watch the other sat in front of his grave as the other spoke as if he was the other's light.

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A/n: That is it for 'Withered Love', now some parts are edited upon posting because of grammar reasons, but assure you, it's pretty minor. Anyway, thank you for reading my fiction. :DD

[satocidal]

Honestly, I do tend to babble a lot so I'm glad you don't mind when I give long responses 😅

Honestly, it's not exactly yandere (icks) it's more like the idea of someone being possessive and the obsession it's more in a like "I'm constantly thinking about you and a lot of things I see remind me of you and while I do basic things I can't help but think it would be better if I did them with you or you will like it". Kinda like rlly caring. In the way a certain color or scent reminds you of someone, in the way one cooks and thinks of funny memories from when they cooked the same thing with someone.

The alpha/omega is something I enjoy mostly bcs one, I love the concept of big strong muscular Suguru, two, I love the idea of knotting and mating for life (especially when it requires both parts to complete the bond) and three, it requires quite the intensity. It's the satisfaction of instinct mingling with care and heart ig. The "I crave this person so bad it makes me quite pathetic". Probably bcs I'm not exactly the classic weak omega strong alpha but the feisty omega who could walk their partner like a dog. The one where things balance, as one is strong and can put up a nasty fight but the other is fast and could evade it and not be caught. It's the absolute comfort of simply cuddling and one purring because their partner is kinda under the weather and the sound and vibrations and scent and warmth feel simply healing.

In the soulmate kind of way, I guess

I'm a future social worker and honestly I find being around kids easier than being around adults many times. Kids are less stubborn and can be polished, are more open to ideas and are truly fascinating to talk with, got really different perspectives that many times restore my faith in humanity ngl

(Oh, to have Suguru wiping blood from you. Definitely don't mind it)

The next week things should start settling. Getting my glasses and, maybe, luckily, seeing at what dorms I get in for Uni and all that.

I hope for nice roommates, ngl

And take your time! I know how hard it is to write and how busy life is and all that. Don't worry, truly. Take your time, take care of yourself and your beautiful soul. Don't stress over it.

You're giving free content. Remind yourself you're not indebted to anyone, really. Do it in your own rhythm :3

~🦊

Ok ok ok ok I get it. And I take back my words, i do like your kind of possessive and obsessed because it’s so cute and it’s so everything and yes. Like them just thinking about you with everything, they saw flowers- they remember your favourite ones and decide to get you them, remembering that you like a specific scent so they buy that kind of humidifier and the room fresheners or even in the little things just smiling like an idiot thinking about you.

So I don’t really get the appeal with the mating thing (I’m afraid as fuck of commitment🤡) but but but the new wip! It has that love pathetically trope and akhskajkssjsks. And yes finally an omega and alpha thing I can support because I don’t like the timid and possessive trope. And I just, imagine an omega who’s like all intimating and shit but like putty in the alpha’s hand. Something where the omega can finally Let go of all responsibilities and just yk, let themself be treated well.

And it reminded me I need new glasses too, like I think I worsened my number✨(I am secretly afraid of doctors like not in a scared way but I don’t like doctor visits) and thank you so much for being understanding <3

[inkwell-god]

Emotions are an odd thing. People always define them so simply; joy, sadness, anger, love. But I've never felt like that. Emotions are a thing only in so much as vegetables are a thing. You can point at some broccoli and say, Yep, that's a vegetable, but it's not. It's a flower. Emotions are like that. I can ride a powerboat and think, Yeah, I'm happy, but that's not quite right. I don't have the words to describe how I feel. The people around me scream with ecstasy as water splashes over them, but I, don't. The boat lurches, spins, and tosses, I'm having a good time, but I can't tell you how I feel. Is happiness the right word? I don't have my dictionary right now, so I can't look it up. Is excitement the right word?

How do you even define an emotion? Each one is so different. I know there are hormone and chemical processes involved, so would you use an equation? This much, mixed with a little bit of this, equals happiness? But how would you check it? Would I need to do a piss test when I want to know how I feel?

I can tell when I'm feeling something I've seen someone feel. Like right now. I can empathise with whatever movie character that is from whatever road trip movie, looking at trees flying by, music playing but not being listened to. That's an emotion. I've felt it, but I don't have a word for it.

And what about inorganic emotions? Writing this out fills me with the same contented togetherness I felt when I read @diamonds456 post a few months back. We're all here, we're all feeling things, but what are we actually feeling? I mentioned a feeling just now, contentment. It's a word that means so much to me, but I couldn't define it. Well, I could, but "the state of being contented" is a shit definition. That doesn't convey the depth this word holds for me. 

Contentment is sitting next to an open window, watching a candle flame while listening to the rain, snuggled deep into a beanbag, covered in a handmade quilt, talking online with someone scared of storms, and just chatting, laughing through the night, joking about soup, taking about nothing and everything. 

Contentment is the feeling I get when I sit down with a good book, and just exist.

 Contentment is when I trade puns with some friends. 

Contentment is when I'm waiting for my coffee at the Bond and Bevel, and I settle down onto the soft leather couch, enveloped by the warmth and smell of my favourite shop.

A single word shouldn't mean so much, but still be indefinable.

Nervous is a word. When I was learning to drive, they asked me if I was nervous. I said no, because nervous was the wrong word for what I was feeling. I hadn't been behind the wheel before, but I understood the mechanics of the task. I knew what pedals did what, and what all the different levers were for. I knew what to do. So I wasn't nervous. But I also wasn't confident. I hadn't been behind the wheel, and so I didn't know how to drive. When I messed up turns, I would get, flustered? My heart rate would increase, and my ability to make decisions would worsen. I would make a mistake, leading to more heart racing leading to more mistakes. My instructor didn't think flustered was the right word, and insisted I was nervous. His insistence annoyed me , leading to me being distracted and making mistakes. And the cycle would repeat itself. 

Is joy eating a bowl of ice cream while standing in the rain?

I don't know where this is supposed to be going. 

I'm two hours away from the ocean. I'll probably feel things there. Awe, wonder, contentment, anger, annoyance, joy, eagerness, and humour. Is humour an emotion? When I laugh at or make a joke, am I feeling humour? That's not the right word. The situation may be humorous, but that's not what I'm feeling. 

The difference between a maintained forest and the glorious wonder I'm passing feels important. Miles and miles of trees, all taller than my home stacked on itself. Green needles on the outside, facing me, the road, and the sky, but bare branches inside, winding together to form a space separate from people, safe for animals and underbrush. Conifers intermingled with deciduous trees, forming something so different from forests I passed a while back. I grew up going through the same section of forest four times a year, and so I thought I was tired of seeing conifers. I thought they were so boring, but they're beautiful. The same forest, when spread across hundreds of miles, has shown me so many different faces I was never aware of. DEER. A mother and two babies walking along the highway. 

Rocks are something, aren't they. Do you know what a batholith is? There are giant slabs of rock under the earth that used to be magma chambers. Over time, they rise up due to tectonic movement and push through the surface. I'm over parts of a batholith right now. The basalt sometimes peeks through the soil, and I can just stare at the gorgeous grey stone. It's so different from what I've always known. Iron oxide has always been a defining feature in the large rocks I see. Red mountains, red canyons, heck, even a red lake (It even dyed my shirt red.)

Stopped at a deli for a sandwich. An hour to the ocean. Saw a river and some goats. Off the freeway now. Fewer trees, more grass. There's the river again, beautiful. A lovely cottage, red walls, dry yellow moss on one side of the roof. Over the river again. 

It's summer, but the trees on that hill have orange leaves. The conifers have green needles. 

Factories are beautiful. I know this one exists to destroy the beauty around me; that's why the trees are dying on that hill. But it's still pretty. Piles of dark mulch, clean, industrial lines, utilitarian construction. Nothing wasted, every inch serving its purpose.

New hills now. Prairie grass and towering deciduous trees. A sprawling vineyard. An empty field. Another deer. DEER. Interesting.  Autocorrect thinks I should yell about the deer. DEER. An old grey pickup. A lone red house high in a hill. Trees slowly creeping back toward the road.  A slow creek. A hill covered in young saplings. 

I've gotten pretty far from emotions, haven't I? I want to keep writing, but I don't have more to say. Lincoln beckons from the floor, but I don't want to return there yet. 

I feel old. My bones creak and ache, my spine crackles when I move, I can't ever quite get comfortable

Green grasses now, and larger trees. An abandoned property with a bright blue pickup. A little greenhouse. A white sheet metal wall hiding nothing. Magenta flowers covering a hill. Back on the freeway. A clear cut hill. A gravel embankment. A basalt canyon, formed by men, carving a path across the land. Two dozen brass gnomes on a bench in a field.

I can see where forests were removed for lumber and then replanted. Swathes of land, with only a hint of growth, of recovery. 

A bear told me the air is clean today. We're not on fire yet, and the view is amazing. I can see so far. A beautiful boulder, a riveting riverside cliff wall, more miles of forest than I could ever hope to traverse. More magnificent magenta flowers. An anarchy flag flying in a clearing. The trees are taller here. Towering from the river bank six metres below, up a dozen more overhead. Another babbling brook. A town called Remote out here in the middle of nowhere. A country fiddle. 

Another forty miles to go. More magenta. 

I should stop staring at this screen and open my book, Lincoln is waiting, but I could think of something to say the moment I open the page. If I wasn't writing, you would never know about the fire coloured barn or the continuation of the magenta flowers.

What would you call that feeling when a song comes on, and the first few notes fill you with more joy than can be attributed to the song? It's not a special song, not something you remember well from your past, it just was there, an ordinary song you've heard many times before, but something about it just hit you like a truck, and you're left grinning like an idiot for the few minutes it takes for the song to end. But when the same song plays a week later, you feel nothing. You sang along to the words, but it was only for those three minutes, that one time, that this song took you somewhere else.

A rock farm, ripe for the harvest, a hillside cemetery, a field of cows, a yellow-daisy covered road, a lone crow. A lumber pond, filled with logs larger than semi trucks. A flat plain several miles long. A lumber yard. A beautiful abandoned factory, white sheet metal pocked with rivulets of rust. Nature is so grand. Even the areas that make me think of the Lorrax hold so much grandeur. The drama, the mystique, the feeling that I am so small in comparison to this mass of trees that existed before I did, and will continue to exist after I'm gone.

Well, I've arrived at my camp site. Still one mile from the coast, but I need to stop writing.

Walked down to the coast. The ceaseless grey waves slamming into miles of grey shore are amazing to behold. I picked up a rock. It's small, only slightly larger than my thumb. It's smooth and black, but not completely. There is a crevasse on one side that's the same size as my nail. Following the crack around the back, there's a burst of grey streaks. It's slightly oblong, but still turns easily in my fingers. It's a nice rock. I dropped it just now, and it closed my writing app. Maybe it's not such a nice rock after all. 

It's night now. I long to be down on that beach, strong, cold gusts of salty wind pushing me back, stars peeking through the clouds overhead. I could gather some driftwood, and after clearing any flammables from my vicinity, I could start a small fire, just bright enough to read by. I'd settle in, and work through this anthology. It's been pretty good so far. The first story was 120 pages long, and discussed what would happen if everything that could think got suddenly smarter. The one I'm on right now is about what would have happened if Lincoln hadn't died. 

Well, I should get some sleep, so this is the real end of this document. It's already 1800 words anyway; I won't be able to type here for much longer. Goodnight y'all.

[pralinesims]

Uhm, hi. Hello?

First of all, I am sorry for worrying some of you guys so much. I truly can't express how grateful I am to everyone sending me messages, trying to get in touch with me, supporting me, etc... I read all of your messages, I will try to reply to them piece by piece. I am so sorry that I can't do that immediately, but currently I am not in the capacity for that. Please forgive me, and know that your words reached my heart, I seriously mean it.

How should I start? Recent months were... Rough. Damn rough. Mentally, I've been the lowest I've ever been in my life. Even lower than usual. Bottom-pit low. It's uncomfortable talking about it, but it was... hazardous, if you understand. Won't say more about it. Around christmas holidays, my depression started getting more extreme. Main catalysts were probably the feelings of abandonment, issues with myself, loneliness + social disappointments, family deaths that happened, experienced sicknesses, world events, etc. All this stuff kept piling up with time, bad things never seemed to end, day by day I felt more awful and wanted to disappear. I also deleted all social media from my phone, plus I changed my phone number. I just was sick of everything.

After a few months of feeling like shit, I thought I would get a little bit better. Nope. Covid had to strike 2 of my immediate family members, and me. Worsening my mental health again, plus physical health after thinking I maybe recovered a bit. This put a real blow to my mental health once more, after desperately attempting for years to not catch it. And it still got me, while being 99% only at home. FML.

That virus lasted 3 around weeks, it was horrid. Had all kinds of different symptoms in a limbo, when thinking it would get better, it got worse again. Coughed like a madman, and still do. Some symptoms don't seem to disappear yet, even after testing negative for weeks now. My asthma got worse aswell, breathing is way harder and I get dizzy real fast.

I still don't feel good mentally at this moment, but at least not as severe, and a bit better to allow myself to go online a bit and interact here a little. Baby steps, right? I can't promise I will be online now all the time, but it's been first for me now since a few months. I realize I have to adjust to this again. Feels nice, and a bit scary too if I'm being honest. Kinda unfamiliar to do social stuff again. I really missed being here, but not being online also felt good. It was what I needed, everything else would have overwhelmed me.

Not everything was completely negative though, during my abstinence, I got into some new interests while trying to stay sane and keep myself distracted & occupied (or you could say, reawakened some old hobbies): I've really gotten into fragrances, baking, collecting dolls, decorating with flowers, and drinking tea. Yes, me. Some might remember my rants about tea tasting like warm water. During covid, after losing my taste and smell senses, I learned to appreciate softer taste profiles. I'm consuming almost every day something that contains tea leaves. Call that growth.

Anyways, thank you for reading this. I don't know how to end this, and this text just doesn't need to be longer. I'm so happy for you having interest in me as a person, and not only as a CC creator and Sims player. Much love to you 🤍

[causenessus]

new grounds

part 0.14. FLOWERS . . . 2.18.2024

PLAYING IN THE CAFE . . . was it something i said by mykey

kageyama can’t sleep. it’s the night of the volleyball quarterfinals. she hugged him and now he can’t stop thinking. 

things feel like they have finally clicked, and something inside him flutters everytime he thinks about her arms around his neck. but at the same time, a pit of worry is growing inside of him. does she know how he feels about her? how does he feel about her?

he’s never thoroughly thought about it before, she’s been a new experience for him in everyway. she was something that he moreso felt rather than knew. when he saw and thought of her, his feelings went wild and everything inside of him just wanted to offer itself to her. he had never been so emotional about something; volleyball was a passion that riled him up but she was even different from that. she was a person that he found himself constantly seeking out throughout the day.

he hadn’t even fully realized how much he stared at her, or how he sought her out in the crowds during games. she simply just always caught his eye whenever he turned towards the audience where she was sitting and he never looked away.

these were all things he felt. he had never logistically rationalized out how he felt or why he was feeling it, like he normally did with everything. and he found that he wasn’t sure he wanted to try and make sense of his feelings, he just wanted to let them continue guiding him towards her. they had brought him close to her multiple times; they walked home from work together now and he found it easier to talk to her now. he found himself even wanting to make conversation with her, despite how terrifying it always was.

but did she feel the same way?

that was the question that had been plaguing him all night. everything had started to connect after she had hugged him and tsukishima had "debriefed" everything like he always did. 

bokuto had known about her plan to hug him, did that mean she had talked about him to others? was that a good thing or a bad thing? why would she put so much effort into doing something for him anyway? what if she was interpreting everything he was doing as a friend? what was he doing to show his interest in her? did he even want to show that he had feelings for her anyway? what if she didn’t return them?

he had beeen staring blankly at his ceiling for what felt like hours, blinking ever so often and shifting on his bed to check the time, scroll around on his phone, and then return back to the ceiling because his thoughts demanded his full attention.

he had just shut off his phone when he heard a buzz and he immediately reached for his phone; this is how it had been ever since he had gotten her phone number, too. something in him was always hopeful that the notification was from her, texting him about something. but as he squinted at the contact name, his hopes dropped a little. it wasn't y/n, it was hinata.

the door chimes and her head perks up immediately, as it has for the past hour every time she hears the ding, hoping it’s him.

this time it's and she’s washed over with simultaneous feelings of relief and anxiety. he’s always had a calming effect on her but it's paired with the worry of rejection today, and she gets a little confused at how exactly she feels.

the anxiety only worsens when he passes by her and says nothing. he doesn’t even glance her way and her heart drops. a voice in her head wants to critique her for once again expecting anything different. perhaps she’s read everything wrong, mistook all his signs for something they’re not. the thought makes it feel as if everything within her wilts and she barely notices a customer in front of her until they clear their throat. she helps them with what they need as he walks out, tying an apron around his waist.

he stares at her, trying to calm his own nerves. talking with hinata helped him feel better but he’d been distracted all of saturday. he’d paid attention to whatever he was working on but he wasn’t always "all there." part of him was always thinking about her, and that part had only taken over more of his mind when he thought about seeing her today. now that he was here, he was worried about what the right thing to say would be. and when would be the best time to say it?

he didn’t want them to be interrupted by any orders, after work as they walked home would most likely be his best bet. but he didn’t trust himself to say anything to her before then. he'd keep to himself for now.

for the next few hours, they barely talked. they worked around each other in silence, passing each other things they might need for the order they were working on and talking to customers more than one another. she glanced at him more times than she was be willing to admit, and sometimes they made eye contact, but he would only give her a grim smile, where his lips pressed into a thin line. she’d always look away first, unsure of what to do. 

the night came quickly, and she wasn’t sure where to go from there. there hadn’t been a good opportunity to talk to him today, mainly due to customers and how terrified she felt that he was barely interacting with her. she settled for a slight risk; she’d humiliate herself and ask if he still wanted to walk home with her. if he said yes, she would stop him at some point and bring up the flowers. if he said no, she’d go home and cry. maybe stop in a park and sit on a bench to rethink her life choices first.

she’s cleaning a coffee machine while he’s putting up chairs and she takes a deep breath. he stacks the last chair and starts making his way towards the counter. her chest tightens, knowing this is the only tiny window of opportunity she’ll get to ask him. “hey,” her voice cracks out with the first word and she tries to ignore it, he looks up at her, face slightly more expressive than it’s been all night. he’s intent and focused on whatever she’s about to say next and she forces the next words out of her mouth, “...do you still want to walk home together tonight?” her face is warm and she’s sure she’s bright red by the end of the sentence, waiting for a response. 

he blinks first and then answers, “oh, yeah. i thought that was already the plan. i’m grabbing my bag now, do you want me to bring yours too?”

she turns back to the coffee machine, wiping down the steam wand with a rag and letting out a breath to herself, “yeah, sure. thank you.”

now she felt stupid. this whole thing had been the result of miscommunication and overthinking, all on her part again. just like how she’d first felt about him, thinking he hated her and hating him back. but she fell for him despite it all so perhaps this was just how they'd be.

at least he hadn’t been intentionally ignoring her, though, and she felt slightly more hopeful about tonight. 

they clocked out together, the silence more bearable this time around and she locked the door behind them.

then they were walking down the sidewalk together, down a path that she’d come to enjoy now that she had company. she tried not to focus on it instead of whatever worst case scenario her brain was trying to come up with.

there was an upcoming bench with a lamppost right next to it, casting a warm light onto the ground. that’d be a good place to talk to him. she tried to ease into the conversation, “i told you that you played well on friday, right?”

his hands were stuffed into his pockets, face slightly obscured by the collar of his jacket as always. he turned his head to look at her, looking slightly surprised. “oh, yeah. you did,” he answered, then immediately averted his eyes.

“well i really meant it, i think you know i’ve been friends with bokuto for years now. yachi, keiji, him and me have been close friends since high school. and us three would always go see his games so i’ve seen a few matches before. but i don’t think i’ve ever seen a setter like you. it’s amazing how you can adapt yourself so well to every spiker. hinata and bo are both such energetic, wild people yet you can always match their pace and read their minds when even they don’t know what they’re doing. it's like you give them the exact set they want and none of you guys ever even say anything to each other,” she smiled up at him, and he sank farther behind the shield of his collar, trying to hide his burning cheeks. 

this is what he had been telling hinata. that she just put so much thought into anything she did. anything she was passionate about, anything she paid attention to. his stomach was once again fluttering at her words. he hadn’t even ever told her that much about his volleyball career yet she managed to compliment him on the one thing he felt insecure about. “you really think that? that i match their paces?” he asked, feeling a lump in his throat.

“of course! god, you’re last set to bokuto, first you tricked everyone into thinking you were going to set to hinata and then you perfectly changed your posture to set to bokuto and the ball just went straight into his hands. i don’t think i could have cheered louder.”

even his nose had turned red from how flushed her words made him feel. “i’m honored you think that–” he stopped when he felt a tug on his sleeve turning his entire body to face her. she was still holding onto his jacket, but her face was red and she was looking away. “something wrong?” he asked, looking down at her.

“no. i mean– no. nothing’s wrong. i just wanted to ask you something, if that’s okay,” she stuttered, letting go of his jacket to play with her hands.

he’d been so caught up in their conversation about volleyball he’d nearly stopped thinking about what he wanted to tell her today. his heart was racing and the feeling in his throat only grew stronger as he waited for her to continue.

“did you happen to buy flowers for me at some point? on valentine’s day…or the night you came to my show?” she tucked a stray hair behind her ear as she looked up at him. 

he felt so stiff that he nearly couldn’t breathe, nor respond. he almost wanted to deny it before he talked himself out of it. this was his opportunity to bring up what he wanted to say as well. “...i did. those were both from me. i’m really sorry if you found that creepy or anything–”

she cut him off with a hug, arms wrapped around his neck, and his body seemed to relax at the same time as she let out a shaky breath, her face buried into his jacket. “oh my god, no. it wasn’t creepy at all. it meant so much to me,” this time he was fast enough to return the hug, her arms around her torso to keep her in his arms and express to her all the things he couldn’t verbally say. one of her arms moved to hold him close by the back of his head, and he rested his chin on her shoulder. “i’ve never gotten flowers from anyone other than my friends–just bokuto, yachi and keiji. i never even got any from my family when they were around. when bokuto told me those flowers on closing night were from someone else, i was so surprised. and then my favorite flowers were on my door again on valentine’s day…i was so happy.”

she removed her arm from around her shoulder, pulling her face back from his jacket. he was almost going to let go when he realized she was keeping him close, a hand still in his hair, their faces inches away from each other.

he let her take her time to do what she wanted. she seemed to be searching his eyes for something, and when she found it, she smiled. “the flowers meant a lot to me, kageyama. you’ve done a lot for me since we’ve met and i couldn’t be more happy than to have met you. this is all new to me, i don’t know what i’m doing and i didn’t know what i could give back to you after i found out you were the one who gave me flowers. i really went to friday’s game to see you and support you above everything else. i wanted to hug you, just to thank you for everything you’ve done. i’m sorry if it doesn’t equate to all of your effort, but i just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me, if i could give nothing else.”

“can i kiss you?” he mumbled, still lost in her eyes. the hair at the back of his head tightened slightly.

her breath hitched and he waited for her answer. "yes," she said after a beat.

as soon as he answered he closed the gap, softly pressing his lips against her own, all the while her hand remained entangled in his hair, holding him close. 

every anxious thought left him with the kiss. he knew this was where he was supposed to be, by her side. he’d never felt more at home, being so close to her. he broke the kiss, trying to catch his breath, but they were still close enough that their noses bumped.

“there,” he said with a playful smile, resting his forehead on hers. “now we’re even for the flowers.” 

her nose scrunched up slightly as she laughed, slinging her other arm around his neck again. “does the mean if i buy you flowers you’ll kiss me again?” 

“i’ll kiss you whenver you want,” the words spilled out of his mouth before he could even process what he said, and his blush only worsened. “sorry. i kind of really like you. you have no idea how much my friends helped me talk to you.”

she laughed again, and he smiled at the noise, pulling her closer to him. “i couldn't tell at all. i really like you too, kageyama, you have no idea,” she gave him a peck on the lips.

“will you call me tobio?” he rested his head on her shoulder again, suddenly feeling the aftereffects of all his pent up anxiety wear off. 

she started to play with his hair, running her hand through it which only made him feel sleepier, “i think i can manage that, tobio.”

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extras <3

bokuto thought the families in romeo and juliet liked each other

yachi was severely confused by bo’s tweets and thought she was having a stroke but keiji knew exactly what bo was thinking and had to explain the real story to bo

me trying to secretly use "new" during the written parts as references to the smau title 🧠🤓

I FEEL SO BAD LMAO

KAGEYAMA DID NOT READ HINATA'S CONTACT NAME AND GO "oh great it's hinata 🙄" he was just really hoping it was y/n and so literally reading anyone else's contact name would make his hopes go down

today i'll reveal how hinata found out what y/n's favorite flowers are...

bro found it on sheer luck but he start mass searching through her instagram story archives and found when she had done a random "ask me questions" thing mainly regarding theatre but someone had asked her for her favorite flowers

i bsed that explanation big time but i've also been thinking about it for weeks and it's the best i got lmao 😭

kags kissed y/n one more time before she opened her door and went inside and wasn't really thinking about how noiseproof her dorm was and immediately closed the door, slid against it and screamed

kageyama was slightly worried but also he was going to do the same as soon as he got outside so he kept walking (he could hear bo and keiji scrambling to open their door after hearing the scream and he was terrified of coming face to face with the both of them after everything that had just happened)

yachi also came running and there was an immediate debriefing

same thing for kageyama as soon as he got home except tsukki, hinata, and yams were all sitting in chairs facing him waiting for him to come home like when you come home in the dead of night and your parents are just there waiting for you to explain yourself ykwim

(yams was working on math homework until he came in)

then twitter blew up with all of them talking about what just happened and anyone following them was like "??? tsukki?? hospital bills?? romeo and juliet??? bleach??? kageyama has a gf??"

it was a good night for twitter

I HAVE A SMALL IDEA FOR AN EPILOGUE SO DW ACTUALLY ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THOUGH

I'VE LEARNED TO NEVER TRUST SLEEP DEPRIVED ME TO WRITE I THINK I MADE LIKE TWO TYPOS IN THE TEXTS but i cannot be bothered rn to go back and fix them i'm so sorry </3

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[nczennie]

NCT 00′ LINE HOGWARTS DRABBLE

Part of a Hogwarts Collection Hogwarts!AU Pairing: Reader x fwb!Jaemin Featuring: Gryffindor!Reader, Slytherin!Jaemin Genre: Angst Warnings: Some cursing

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"So what did you all have to face?" Slytherin!Jaemin asks his friends during breakfast, barely able to touch his food because his nerves were so high. Hufflepuff!Jeno was first to answer, "I walk up and right away it turns into a damn dragon! It was breathing fire and everything! Shit was so dangerous the professor had to help me with the spell".

The group of friends were talking about their experience with Boggarts from their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. These magical creatures immediately turn into the worst fear of whomever they are facing and are used in the course with careful supervision to help students practice their Boggart-banishing spell. Most of the group had their encounters yesterday while Jaemin and Ravenclaw!Renjun would have their class this afternoon.

"As rough as that sounds, it still doesn't seem as bad as a giant cobra! They're bad enough their regular size but I nearly passed out seeing how big it got!" The Slytherin girl shivers thinking of the memory as her boyfriend, Renjun, rubs her back soothingly. "You're afraid of snakes?" Jaemin looks at her slightly confused about this information. "Yes! They're awful! And to make it worse, Giselle in my class was also afraid so I had to see hers turn into a giant Black Mamba! Truly the worst class of my life," she frowns. "Aren't you in Slytherin?" Jeno questions her. She merely glares at him, "What about it?".

Renjun just shakes his head and looked to Slytherin!Haechan sitting across from him, "What about you, what did you see?" The boy frowns, "Nothing crazy, it turned into a deer". He slightly lies not telling them the part where the reflection also included himself, and the deer was running away from him. His best friend looks at him knowingly while the rest were confused, "You're afraid of deer?" Jeno speaks again and the Slytherin girl throws a piece of the bread she was munching on at him, "Why are you judging our fears? You're afraid of a dragon?!" She mocks him as he throws a piece right back at her "Dragons are actually scary! How can you be afraid of snakes when you're literally in the House of the snakes!"

Unfortunately the talk with his friends only seemed to worsen his nerves as Jaemin still dreaded the class to come. He had a feeling his fear would extremely different from those around him.

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Jaemin debated approximately 82 time what would be the consequence if he skipped out on class today. Defense Against the Dark Arts wasn't his best class so he knew if he missed such a big grade, like today, he would be risking his chance of passing. Maybe if I tell the professor I'm going to be sick she'll let me pass, he though again but nothing seemed to work as he stood behind Renjun in the long line of students going up one by one to face their fears- literally.

"Remember," The professor speaks loudly to the class before she is to unlock the chest and release the creature, "For the spell to work you need a clear mind and to be confident! Say it proudly! The Boggarts are truly defeated by laughter so with the laughter from you and all your classmates everything will be fine. Just stay focused and remember what we practiced!" and with that she unlocks the chest letting the first student face the creature. Though Jaemin couldn't even focus enough to see what the Boggart turned into or what the spell did they caused his classmates to laugh.

He felt in a daze as he moved along line behind Renjun, ongoing shouts of "Riddikulus!" falling into the background because all he could focus on was your laugh coming from a couple of people behind him.

You were the reason why his nerves were so high. It was because you are in his class that he absolutely dread facing the Boggarts more than anything. With you there to see all he could only hope that the creatures weren't truly able to pick up on their deepest fears.

Jaemin's ears rang as Renjun went before him, not even present enough to laugh when the Boggarts turned into a clown and when he cast a spell said clown pants dropped to the floor as they stumbled picking it up in embarrassment the students roaring with laughter. Renjun proudly made his way to the back of the line as Jaemin stepped up.

The Slytherin boy's palms were sweating so profusely his wand was slipping out of this grip. His heart was thudding loudly as the creature started to spin, working to take its next form. It spun, and it spun, and it spun. Until finally it changed, and just like Jaemin was dreading; It changed into you.

You stood there as beautiful as ever but glaring at him with such harshness it might have been enough to break the ice built in the classroom atmosphere as his peers drew silent at the Boggart turning into another student.

"You're a joke," you, or the Boggart, spoke to him in front of the class, "You're a no good Slytherin and you're delusional to think I would ever truly want you," The Boggart you spoke with venom, "Or your filthy blood".

Behind him there were a couple of gasps and some murmuring begun. "Okay, okay!" The professor came to intervene before Jaemin could cast the spell on the creature, "Next student come on," she spoke ushering the student along in an attempt to divert their attention. Jaemin turns and walks in a hurry but instead of joining the end of the line he walks directly out of the classroom. Renjun huffs, once the class is focused on other students and their laughter starts again, he turns to exit the class on a mission to find Jaemin and figure out why his friend's greatest fear was a girl he never even had knowledge that he knew.

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[thebeautyoffanfics]

hii i know you might be busy because of school so take your time! Could i please get a Dead!Mitsuba,,,Dead!Hanako,,,Dead!Tsukasa,, x reader (if you dont want to write for them characters right now than you can choose others i dont mind <3) where they think reader is dying??Any situation is fine :)

dead!mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, dead!hanako x gn!reader, dead!tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: ahh thank you for being patient;;! And of course!! Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope this turns out alright! And I’m so sorry for the time it took;;

aahhh i constantly remember how difficult starting and ending fics are,,, sorry if it sounds awkward ;v;; i’m also sorry if this isn’t dramatic enough- i’m trying to get these out, but i’m in a funky phase, as i haven’t written in a while;;

warnings: vomit (in Hanako’s), blood (in Tsukasa’s)

word count: 2,765

mitsuba sousuke <3

It wasn’t uncommon for Mitsuba to watch you do everyday school things. He’d follow you around, playing it off as if he wasn’t. Even now, he sat under a tree, watching you assist one of the clubs.

You were always entertaining… or maybe, you were simply enough to captivate his attention in anything you did? Your arm held high as you caught the baseball tossed your way, grinning at the person who threw it. Though not fond of you smiling like that at another person, the glance you gave Mitsuba practically made up for it- though he still glanced away, as if he wasn’t looking in the first place.

Moments passed, before he peered back up at you.

Your smiling face, as you turned to speak to one of the club members- his eyes darting over at hearing someone yell your name.

“(Y/N)!! WATCH OUT-”

And, eyes back over at you, as the undeniable sound of a baseball smacking against a skull. Mitsuba froze up, only being able to watch as you toppled to the ground. The club members instantly panicked, and Mitsuba did the same- both he and the members running over to you, students shaking you as if that would do anything.

“Idiots!! Don’t shake them-!”

Unfortunately, all of his yelling was futile. Mitsuba was dead, after all, and he was sure that you were too. A bump already formed on your head, as you peeked your eyes open, reaching for your head. Your fingers grazed against the bump, then quickly retracted, as tears filled your eyes. Shouts from the club members to get an adult rang out, as Mitsuba placed his hands on your shoulder, shaking almost as violently as you were. You closed your eyes, shaking as you reached to your head again, only to retract once more.

“(Y-Y/N), it’s okay- a-are you okay?” Mitsuba stuttered out, trying not to get emotional. It was only an injury, right… you were fine. You had to be. You’d be fine. Right?

But, when you only shook your head, squeezing your eyes tighter, he couldn’t help the pure fear that filled his entire body. His eyes grew watery when a teacher finally arrived, already on the phone with, he hoped, the paramedics.

Too much time passed, Mitsuba thought. Too much time spent grasping your hand, tears threatening to spill, as the teacher asked you too many questions. And, the absolute dread at the teacher’s reaction to everything- hearing you attempt to explain that everything went black for a moment- seeing the teachers eyes widen a bit, then eyebrows furrow in frustration. Mitsuba wanted to scream. To yell at whoever threw the ball- he didn’t care if it was a mistake. To yell at the paramedics- it was an emergency! Why couldn’t the emergency vehicle get there sooner??

Finally, they arrived. Paramedics picking you up, Mitsuba following alongside them until you sat in the vehicle. His eyes flickering from person to person, then back at you, until they shut the doors and drove off.

The next few days were like a living hell for Mitsuba. No- he wasn’t living. It was as if he had been doomed to suffer for all eternity. He shook every time he walked past your homeroom, peering inside as he checked for you. Peering over at your desk, praying that he wouldn’t see flowers sitting there. The lack of flowers was the only hope Mitsuba had left. The lack of rumors, the lack of Sakura one day opening up the broadcast with “(Y/N)-san of the baseball field.” It sounded ridiculous, sure, but he couldn’t help it…

Yes, though he’d never say it to anyone- maybe you, but that was a stretch- Mitsuba had never been so worried… he thought, as he finally saw you again, clinging to you as if you were as fragile as glass- that your death would probably affect him worse than his own did. Because, a world without you, would officially be a world without life… without you, Mitsuba knew he could no longer even feel alive.

“You idiot… I hate you so much,” His voice broke slightly, as you wrapped your arms back around him. Much like the moment when he was so sure you wouldn’t show back up, tears threatened to spill. “I missed you. Dummy. I missed you so much-”

hanako <3

There was a part of Hanako slightly paranoid about your death. Not overly so- not in a way that would hinder you. Simply, in the sense that he would risk his well-being to protect you. Yet, there were many situations where he was… helpless.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to enter the girl’s bathroom, though it was almost always to visit Hanako. So, his face instinctively lit up when he saw you stumble into the bathroom- though he felt the color drain from his face when he saw your shakey figure. The color was drained from your face as well, he noted, as he quickly floated over to you.

“(Y/N)?? What’s wrong?” He questioned, pushing the hair from your face, getting a good look at your face. He was already positive you didn’t feel well. He just needed to know how- then, he could help. Surely, he could do something.

“I… I dunno- my stomach hurts, haha… really badly.”

Before Hanako could question further- where did it hurt, what kind of pain- you stumbled into a stall, spilling any contents that were in your stomach into the toilet. Instinctively, Hanako cringed a bit- quickly, he shook the queasy feeling he got off, and stepped over to you, rubbing your back carefully.

When you looked up at Hanako, tears running down your face, he instantly feared the worst.

“Please get a teacher, or Yashiro, or- someone,” You told him, arms securing themselves around your stomach. Hanako quickly nodded, rushing as quickly down the hallway as he could. He wasn’t a doctor, for Pete’s sake- not even close to it. So, he practically flung himself into Yashiro’s classroom, shouting at her from the doorway.

“YASHIRO, (Y/N)’S IN A LOT OF PAIN!!”

Hanako could only ring his hands nervously for a moment, as Yashiro asked the teacher to be excused, floating anxiously beside her for a moment, then rushing back to you when she explained that she was going to get a teacher- thinking for a split moment, as he explained to her that you already threw up. To that, Yashiro nodded, telling Hanako that she’d be sure to make sure your guardians were contacted.

Once he reentered the bathroom, Hanako’s nerves were at a new worst state. His eyes landed on you, practically curled up next to the toilet, sniffling to yourself- he was sure he never wanted to help anyone so badly. He was sure that, if he could, he would take your pain.

“Yashiro’s getting a teacher, (Y/N). A-are you feeling any better?” You shook your head, glancing up at the ghost boy. Your face was slightly flushed with what he was sure was a fever, and your eyebrows were furrowed in clear desperation and pain. All he wanted to do was help.

“I feel like I’m dying…”

Dying. The word “dying” stuck out, striking at Hanako’s nerves as if they weren’t already being tested. You felt like you were dying? Were you?? He sat in front of you, hands shaking violently as he attempted to seem calm. You couldn’t die. No- no, the teacher would come. You would live, wouldn’t you? You weren’t going to die… right?

“It’s okay, (Y/N)- you’ll be okay,” He spoke, rubbing your shoulders gently and placing a soft kiss to your forehead, half trying to convince himself. As he continued to do so, the teacher entered the bathroom, knocking on the stall- though the door creaked open, as you hadn’t had the time to shut and lock it. It wasn’t as if you needed to- the nausea was simply overwhelming.

“(Y/N)? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m having really bad stomach pains… I threw up- it hurts to talk,” You muttered, glancing up at the teacher, giving them the same pained look you gave Hanako. They crouched next to you, placing a hand against your forehead, then nodding.

“Where does it hurt?”

Clearly not wanting to move, you sniffled, forcing yourself to sit back just enough to motion around your lower-right abdomen. As if it clicked, the teacher nodded, letting you fall back into the position you were previously in. “I have no room to say for sure, but it does sound like appendicitis. Your parents are on the way, and I’ll let them know to take you over to the hospital.”

Your grip on yourself tightened a bit, panic showing up in your face. Seeing that panic, Hanako could only fear the worst. He knew vaguely of appendicitis, sure- how likely was someone to die from it-?? If your appendix ruptured, he knew it was dire. Did it? How long did it take for an appendix to rupture? Before he could even acknowledge the thoughts running through his mind, the teacher lifted you up, carrying you out of the room.

Though Hanako followed, he was left standing at the doors of the school when your guardian carried you away. The final bell rang, all of the students finally emptying out of the school, as the car you were in drove away. He watched until it was out of sight, silently noting that it must have been the direction of the hospital.

The first few days were practically torture for Hanako. Yashiro’s comments didn’t help- her saying that you went into surgery only worsened his fears. During his lifetime, surgery was… unpleasant, to say the least. They could do it- you could certainly have your appendix removed, but- but what if something went wrong? How had things changed since he lived…? Had it ruptured, were you going to live? What if you died during recovery?

He couldn’t stand it. No, until several weeks passed, Hanako was a nervous wreck. The relief that washed through him when he saw you walking through the school halls was almost comical- that is, if he wasn’t clinging to you like he really had almost lost you.

“(Y/N)... I’m so glad to see you again.”

“Hanako, I’m so glad to see you too. Sorry for scaring you like that… but thanks for sticking with me.”

Of course, Hanako could only accept the praise, unsure how to word “I stuck with you because I didn’t want you to die alone.”

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa, most were sure, wouldn’t necessarily… care if someone around him died. No, he probably loved the pained expressions of someone taking their last breaths. If it was a messy death? It would be better for him, right? Screams of pain, tears streaming down someone’s face, blood splattered around. Natsuhiko half joked that it would be a dream for Tsukasa, no matter if everyone else considered it a nightmare. Sakura remained quiet, shaking her head slightly. You… disagreed, as if protecting Tsukasa. Maybe he wouldn’t… as eerie as your boyfriend could be at times, you loved him nonetheless- and you were sure you didn’t fall for someone who would… enjoy…… others’ pain…?

Hm…

Either way! You were sure you didn’t fall for someone who would enjoy your pain!!!

Those thoughts were just that- little thoughts you had. Thrown into a few conversations between the fellow people who frequented the broadcasting room. Nothing you really wanted to prove, you know? No, you’d rather assume it, and not go through anything particularly painful to prove it.

However, those weren’t necessarily your thoughts as you tripped over the rug, one of Sakura’s tea sets in your hands. The hot tea in them went flying, landing all over you- but, that wasn’t really your focus, as you landed with a harsh thud. The glass cracked underneath you, the uncomfortable sound of shattering filling the room- accompanied by your scream- at first being echoed because of the fright of following, but being finished off because of the feeling of glass splintering you as if you were the fragile object.

Your scream ended in a cry, tears quickly clouding your vision as the sharp pain coursed through every spot the glass had harmed. Sakura’s eyes went wide, and she stood up, aiming to walk over and help you- Natsuhiko did the same, exclaiming your name once he saw you began to fall, a bit quicker than Sakura was- Mitsuba could only stare, as if his fight or flight was activated. Before any of them could reach you, Tsukasa was there, shouting your name and cupping your face.

Tsukasa wasn’t bothered by the blood, as if he could be bothered by any blood, pure worry crossing his face. It was a rare sight- Tsukasa genuinely concerned- but it wasn’t like seeing a bloody (Y/N) on the floor was exactly common. It was no one's focus, as the other three finally were gathered around you. Protectively, nearly forgetting your injuries, Tsukasa held your head to his chest- glaring at the others.

“Go get a nurse!! (Y/N)’s bleeding-!”

Natsuhiko nodded, rushing off, as Mitsuba glanced around panickedly- Sakura pushed Tsukasa away from you slightly, as if to let him know to be careful. His hands wandered to your arms, holding them carefully, peering at the glass, then up at the tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t pull out the glass. It could make the bleeding worse, and we can’t be sure where all the glass has landed. Especially in their arms.”

Tsukasa nodded a bit, glancing at his hand when one of your tears landed on it. He ignored the blood dripping onto his palms, quietly licking the tear that fell onto the back of his hand. That wasn’t enough to distract you though- he half hoped he could take away your pain, but was discouraged to only be met with your shaky sobs. His eyes wandered along the shards sticking out of your arms. Dangerously close to places he knew they couldn’t scratch- an artery, he knew, would be beyond dangerous… what if, when the glass gets pulled out, you’re met with the spewing blood that comes with a punctured artery? Looking around at the blood dripping everywhere- were you… dying?

Tsukasa froze up a bit. (Y/N)? Dying?

Well, he was dead… Amane was dead. Mitsuba was dead. But… what would happen when you died?

Would you become a ghost? Or would death be the final separation for the two of you- would Tsukasa be trapped on earth, while you moved on to whatever afterlife there was??

“(Y/N) can’t die,” was his only thought, as Natsuhiko returned, gently explaining that he was going to carry you to the nurse- then, your guardian could come at take you to the hospital. However, once Natsuhiko’s arms wrapped around your torso, Tsukasa grabbed Natsuhiko’s closest arm. “I- I can take care of them. I’ll carry, (Y/N).” “Runt, you’re a ghost. For real, don’t screw around. Let me carry them, hurry now,” He spoke, lifting you up. Tsukasa stood, balling his hands up slightly nervously. Oh, a nervous Tsukasa… it was also such a strange sight- watching Natsuhiko speedwalk with you in his arms, Tsukasa floating alongside them. In fact, Tsukasa remained with the both of you- holding your arms carefully, until you were entering the car, towels placed around you to keep the blood from spilling anywhere. He watched the car drive off, unsure how to process anything.

The next several days were… difficult for Tsukasa. He wasn’t sure how to deal with it, yet he found himself peering into your classroom to see if flowers sat on your desk. He found himself paying closer attention to the rumors spread- listening carefully for anything that sounded similar to you. He wandered the halls, as if he suddenly lost his purpose- keeping an extra eye out for a person, or ghost, with cuts from shards of glass littering their body.

Tsukasa was his… clingy self when you returned. He hugged you as tightly as he could, not wanting to release even when you warned him about your still healing arms. He placed countless kisses to your face, giggling out that he was so sure you were going to die. Even when you questioned his thoughts, Tsukasa continued on, kissing the scars, scabs, and few stitches on your body. Yes, he really was glad that you were alive. Be it for selfish reasons or selfless ones, he couldn’t be sure- he just knew he was glad.

[steven-the-tourguide]

IS IT JUST YOU AND ME IN THE WRECKAGE OF THE WORLD?

Frank Castle

Frank loses you, and doesn’t know how to keep going.

Warnings: heavy angst, death, swearing

You laid on the floor, the walls around you crumbling. Next to you, Frank laid too, his hand reaching out to caress your face. Your head spun and your ears rang, but the only thing you could think of was finding Frank’s hand. Slowly turning your head, you saw him, and reached out to him. He grasped your hand, using all of his strength to pull you into him. Resting your head on his chest, you felt the world crumble, and suddenly there was nothing.

Frank stood at your funeral, biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted that coppery blood. He was back at the house the two of you shared in Colorado, a deal he had made with you when the two of you had gotten married and were ready to settle down with your little family. You, Frank, and Charlie, your Pitbull. Everything was perfect; And then it wasn't.

Matt was stood next to him, trying to hold it together.

Matt was the reason you had met Frank. You were Matt’s assistant after Karen left to work full time for the bulletin. You two had met after he’d tried to save you from a group of muggers, but you had already gotten rid of them except for one, who stabbed Matt. You’d helped Matt to a hospital, and as a thank you he’d given you a job.

Spending your weeks at Nelson and Murdock was a dream. Quickly, you and Foggy had become close. He was so easy to talk to, and he was truly an angel. Matt, considering you already knew his biggest secret, opened up about the rest of his life pretty quickly. 

Frank, serving his limited gratitude to the team, would stop by and occasionally talk to Matt and Foggy. That’s when he met you. 

You had sat at your desk, working on nothing in particular when the door to the office swung open, and the Punisher strolled in. Fear twisted in your stomach, and Frank could tell. To try and relieve you, he flashed a small smile, though it came out as more of a grimace, and made your uncomfortable nature worsen. He shook his head lightly at himself, and began speaking. 

“Hi, I uhm, I’m Frank, just looking for Matt,” He stuttered out, mentally cursing himself for being so awkward. He could kill a man in the snap of a finger but talking to a girl he thought was pretty made him fumble. 

You knew Nelson and Murdock had helped Frank, and you’d heard Matt tell you that Frank wasn’t as bad as the media casted him to be, but for some reason that had flown out the window as soon as you’d seen him in the flesh. 

“O-Okay. He’s in the back there, just walk on in.” You told him, allowing his entrance. 

“Thanks...” He waited for your name. 

“Y/N.” 

“Thanks, Y/N,” 

“Sure,”

He would come more regularly then, dropping by to “talk to Matt”, but you could see right through him. It was real awkward at first, but the two of you quickly warmed up to each other. Some days, he would bring you a coffee, miraculously aware of your complicated Latte he would playfully scoff at every time he gave to to you, but warming his heart a little when he saw how much your face brightened. Then, it escalated to him bringing you flowers, along with your overpriced lattes. 

“Frank, morning,” You flashed him a smile that made his knees weak. God, what was he, a schoolgirl?

“Mornin’ sweetheart” His gruff voice somehow sounded sweet. “I’ve got an overpriced oat milk latte for ya here, and some sunflowers.” He handed you the latte and three large sunflowers. “They uh, they were reachin’ toward the sunlight in the little market I passed by on my way here and just reminded me of you.” His cheeks flushed and you could hear Matt snicker from in his office. 

“Frank, that’s so sweet. I love sunflowers. How’d you know?” 

Matt smiled, shaking his head. The moment he met Y/N, he knew she had to find her way to Frank somehow.

“Lucky guess,” he smiled, tipping his head to her and walking into Matt’s office. 

Then one day Frank noticed you were swamped with something, so when he dropped off your coffee and sunflower he asked if there was something he could help with. 

The door opened and you looked up slightly, smiling to Frank as he walked in. “Morning,” You spoke quietly, immediately looking back down to your computer. 

“Hey, Princess, what’s goin’ on there?” He asked setting the coffee down and sunflower in the vase with the two others from the beginning of the week. 

“Just got more work than I usually do. Picked up an unexpected client early this morning.” You told him with a quick smile. 

“Ouch, need some help?” 

“That uh, that’d be great. Just little things, but they’re tedious as hell,” You mentioned, sliding your chair over so he’d have room to pull one up. 

The two of you had worked well into the afternoon, just finishing up around six o’clock. He turned to you, watching you get up. “How about we go get some dinner?” He offered, standing up and holding your coat out for you. 

You slid your arms in and he wrapped it around your shoulders as you thought of whether you should go out with him or not. He may be a murderer but at least he was a gentleman. “Sure. Got any places in mind?” 

“Yeah, there's this uh, there’s this little diner a couple miles out. Their burgers are phenomenal.” Frank praised, walking you out the door of the offices. 

“Sounds great. Lead the way, Castle,” you smiled, making his heart stutter.

The two of you sat for what seemed like hours, until the staff practically begged you to leave, to let them go home. Finally realizing it had been well past closing time, the two of you got up, profusely apologizing for holding them so long and tipping them generously. Before you Frank was never one for tipping, but you were rubbing off on him, and he couldn’t tell if it was good or not.

The two of you walked back to your apartment and as you looked up at him with those doe eyes he loved so much, he had never felt a stronger urge to kiss someone than he did right then. So he did. It was quick, and as soon as he'd done it he'd regretted it, because the shock he saw on your face translated as fear to him. "I- I shouldn't have done that. Y/N I'm so, so sorry-" His rambling was cut off by you kissing him once more.

Pulling away, you kept your hand cradling the side of his face. "Frank, I was just shocked. You never seemed like the kind of guy to make the first move," You laughed. He sighed out of his nose, head dropping into your chest.

"Christ, don't scare me like that," He muttered. "'Thought I scared you off." He voiced his feelings, picking his head up and meeting your eyes again.

"You could never," You reassured, pressing your lips against his once more.

Frank realized that he probably should have left and never came back that night, as much as it would have hurt you at the time, at least you'd be alive.

"Frank?" Matt's voice shook him from his memories. "You alright? Need some air?" Matt could hear the racing of his heart, the blood pumping through his system, the tears welling up in the backs of Frank's eyes.

"Yeah, I uh, I think I do. Thanks, Red," He mumbled, pushing his way out the door.

As he stood outside he noticed they had left your car parked so horribly in your driveway, the same way you had left it that dreaded night. You were a horrible parker, a horrible driver in general, but you would never let anyone tell you that. Frank smiled, remembering the first time he had driven with you.

"Frankie! Get out here!" You yelled, slipping your shoes on.

He put his book down and grumbled to himself about being comfortable or something. Walking out of your shared bedroom he saw you had that huge, fluffy bomber jacket on that he bought you that you loved so much, and a stupid grin broke out on his face.

"Yeah?"

"Come with me," You smiled, showing him your lanyard that had your car keys attached to it.

"Where are we going?" He asked, slipping his shoes and jacket on.

"Grocery store, I just need a few things for dinner tomorrow." You told him, opening the large door once you saw he was ready.

He narrowed his eyes at you as you walked down the porch to the driveway, opening the door to your late '80s bronco.

That car was one of the other things he loved about you. Not that you had a car, but the fact that even though you could afford it, you didn't have some Tesla or Range Rover like people your age wanted to show off their wealth. You had a hand me down car from your dad, and you loved it.

"You're cooking dinner?" His head snapping toward you.

"That is so rude. I can cook!" You defended yourself, hearing the judgmental tone in his voice.

"Honey, the last time you cooked dinner I had to replace four of my pans." Frank reminded you, chuckling at the defeated look on your face.

"Okay, that was only because Charlie distracted me!"

"She pawed at you once!" Frank argued, watching as you sighed and turned the key. He heard the engine turn over and watched as you concentrated on pulling out, a determined look on your face that made him smile. He was finally happy again.

Once you were out of the driveway and onto the open road you really let it loose. The backroads were empty, like deserted, empty and so you stepped on the gas a little harder. Frank watched you, his eyes darting between you and the road. "Why are you going so fast?" He asked.

"Why not?" You grinned, resting one hand on the window and one on the wheel. As you continued to speed up Frank watched in horror while you took your other hand off the wheel. Keeping one knee under the wheel you threw your head back and laughed at Frank's reaction.

"Put your damn hands back on the wheel!" Frank told you, trying to keep himself as calm as you seemed to be.

"Oh relax," You regarded, putting one hand back on the wheel. "It's an empty road."

"Do you do that often?" He laughed finally, once you had slowed down to a normal pace and kept at least one had on the wheel.

"Nah, only on busy roads," You told him, looking over at him with a lazy smile.

The two of you got through the store and he made you give him the keys on the way out. "You are never driving ever again." He muttered, opening the passenger door for you.

"Alright, grandpa," You laughed, running around the empty parking lot as he chased after you.

"You are so gonna pay for that!" Frank called out. You laughed harder and squealed as he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder and plopping you down into the passenger seat, shutting the door before getting in on his side.

The front door opening caught his attention and he turned to face your father.

“I miss her,” your father mentioned, standing next to Frank and looking at the car as well. “She loved you, a lot, ‘ya know?”

Frank smiled. “I do. I did, I did know. I loved her too. More than I can comprehend, really.”

“I’m glad she was able to spend her last moments with someone she really cared about.” He smiled, patting Frank’s shoulder.

“Me too.”

Frank reentered the house after everyone was cleared out, just looking at the pictures. Most of them were the both of you, some of your wedding, some of your proposal, some on your honeymoon, and some from just the two of you. More of the pictures were of you, Matt, and Foggy standing in front of the sign that read ‘Nelson, Murdock, and Y/l/n, Attorney’s at Law’; Frank was the one to take that photo, a proud smile on his face at the sight of you. The last photos he saw were of Charlie, many of her on the frequent road trips the two of you used to go on. Frank didn’t know how he’d be able to get into a car ever again.

After losing Maria, Frank thought he would never love again. And then he met you. But now that you had been taken from him, he decided that happiness wasn’t for him. And now he was determined to make them pay. More than they had before.