#their centers are too bright and the petals too wide for them to be sunflowers

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Complete Guide For Growing Sunflower Indoors (8 Varieties)

Sunflowers (Helianthus annuus L.) are a beautiful addition to any garden. However, they can also be grown indoors, given the right conditions. They will brighten any home and bring a sprinkle of summer to any room in your house. They can also produce a head full of tasty seeds. As they are ''easy to grow annual'', they can be replanted every year using the seeds from the previous year's harvest. Because of their nutritional value, indoor sunflowers are widely favored by organic food lovers. Here we explain all about growing sunflowers indoors. How to Start Growing Sunflower Indoors? The first step in growing sunflowers indoors is deciding which variety suits your needs the best. As not all varieties produce seeds, you may have to determine if you want to grow them for their beautiful appearance only or for their nutritional attributes. Many avid gardeners select the dwarf kind of sunflowers because of their compacted size and ease of care. The dwarf variety typically grows to less than two feet tall and produces bright yellow flowers with dark centers. Some of these types of sunflowers produce edible seeds. They are a natural source of Vitamin E and B and are often used in salads. https://www.youtube.com/embed/VolHs1sFrZM Types of Indoor Sunflowers Many flower lovers prefer the dwarf varieties of indoor sunflowers due to the ease of cultivation and care. The most common types include the following: - Teddy Bear – Produces 1-foot plants with orange and yellow petals. It begins to bloom with one 4-inch main flower and expands with additional 4-6 surrounding flower heads. - Jade – The tallest of the dwarf variety, the Jade can reach the height of 4 feet. It blooms quickly with greenish petals and a cream-colored center. They are typically used for flower arrangements as they do not produce edible seeds. - Big Smile – Grows up to eight inches in height, producing a single flower with yellow petals and a black center. - Taiyo Sunflower – Helianthus annuus 'Taiyo' (Common Sunflower), a Japanese cultivar, is a vigorous annual with broad, pointed, dark-green leaves and brilliant blooms. It produces big, solitary blooming in the summer that may be up to 10 in. (25 cm) wide and have beautiful yellow petals around a sizable dark chocolate center disk. - Pacino – Reaches the height of two feet and produces a cluster of flowers with yellow petals and a yellow center. - Valentine- This branching variety has pale yellow petals and a light center. It may grow up to 3 feet tall. - Strawberry Blonde – Make sure you choose the proper location so that Strawberry Blonde won't shadow other sun-loving plants since it grows to a height of 6 feet. - Moulin Rouge Sunflower – Moulin Rouge boasts solitary, rich burgundy-red blooms with dark chocolate centers. It is a strong-branching variety with minimal pollen for prolonged vase life. These 4" to 6" wide blooms are considered medium-sized. From 5' to 7' in height. The sunflower seeds need plenty of warmth and sunshine to germinate. The temperature of the soil must be maintained at 70-75 degrees during the germination period, and it should never be allowed to fall under 65 degrees. They should be planted in seedling trays and placed in the sunniest spot in your home. You should see the first leaves appear in about one week. Growth is typically rapid afterward if the container is placed in front of a south-facing window. If the amount of light is insufficient, it can be supplemented by fluorescent lighting specifically designed for seed germination. It is important not to change the location until the plant is well established, at which point, it can be replanted into a bigger pot with a wide bottom. If the new plant becomes too leggy with poorly developed leaves, it may have to be discarded as it will never grow to its proper size or produce any seeds. It is also a sign that the plant is too cold and has reached the stage of its collapse. https://www.youtube.com/embed/hG0rYKBWsSc Transplanting the Sunflowers Outdoors Many people choose to transplant the taller varieties of sunflowers outdoors once the weather becomes warm enough for the plant to flourish. The seeds typically attract wildlife such as squirrels and birds. If the plant remains in the pot, the top layer of soil can be protected by wire mesh. Suppose the sunflower is transplanted directly into the ground soil. In that case, the top layer can be covered with moss or gravel to minimize the invasion of wild animals. Sunflowers also do not thrive in windy locations. They prefer calm and bright locations illuminated by the sun throughout the day. They blossom vigorously when planted against the fence or when supported by stakes. Sunflowers are "social" plants and like to be planted within close proximity to each other. They can later be thinned out if they become too crowded. Growing Period Once the seeds or seedlings are planted, the sunflowers will have to be watered every 1-2 weeks, letting the soil dry in between the watering. In nature, ordinary rainfalls are sufficient enough to help the sunflowers develop to their natural height and shape. Indoors, they have to be watered regularly, mimicking their natural environment. When the plant reaches the height of two feet, it should be supported by a stake anchored to a structure outside the container. The stakes should never be placed directly into the pot as they may damage the root system. In addition, by this growth stage, the sunflower heads become massive and too heavy for the stem to hold its weight. For the plant to keep growing, it is imperative to provide it with additional support. If the plant is grown only for its flowers, the tips can be periodically pinched back to encourage bushier growth and the rapid explosion of additional flower heads. Pot and Containers The seeds or seedlings best germinate in small 12-16 inch pots. Sunflowers prefer the stability of the same container and soil mixed with organic matter, and they do not like to be removed from one location to another. It is recommended to plant one seed per pot. When the plant matures, it can be transferred once during the season to a bigger container with plenty of room for roots to spread. The plant will have to be watered more frequently as sunflowers are thirsty feeders and need additional nourishment if grown indoors. Sunflower Diseases and Pests Naturally grown sunflowers are prone to acquiring several plant diseases. When grown outdoors, they fall prey to caterpillars and grasshoppers. Their bright yellow petals captivate the attention of many types of worms as well as birds. However, indoors, the danger of becoming infected is minimized, and indoor sunflowers typically do not need special attention or pesticides, making them safe for all household occupants, including children and pets. Keeping your sunflower in a sunny location throughout the season will also avoid mildew or fungus growth. End of Season At the end of the summer, the petals begin to fall, and the plant starts to wilt. If you grow indoor sunflowers for their seeds, the best method for harvesting them is to let the plant die on its own. As this technique is not the most attractive, the plant can be moved to another location as long as it stays warm until the seeds reach their edible size. The stem can also be cut and hung upside down for better ventilation. Once the plant is harvested, some of the seeds can be retained to be replanted the following year. The remainder of the plant should be discarded as it will not re-grow on its own again. Summary of the Preferred Conditions for Indoor-grown Sunflowers - Plant the seeds or seedlings in a well-fertilized soil that has been cultivated about 12 inches deep. Incorporate organic matter such as compost. - Water regularly throughout the growing season. Cover the top layer of soil with mulch or gravel, not touching the stem and allowing proper ventilation. - Place the containers and pots in a sunny area of the house facing the south. Minimize transfer of the pots from one location to another. - If growing more than one sunflower, place the containers closely together and set them apart as the plants become bushier. - Weeding and pest control are not necessary when growing indoor sunflowers. - Apply mild fertilizer around the base of the plant throughout the season in regular 2-3 week intervals to promote healthy growth. - Stabilize and support the plant once it reaches the height of two feet. Place the stakes behind the plant and secure them to an outside-the-pot structure such as the wall or another planter. Sunflowers can withstand long periods of drought but grow best when watered and maintained regularly. They make a wonderful addition to other plants in your house and provide plenty of shaded protection for low-growing plants in your house. They generally serve as a background to other container plants and flower arrangements, and they thrive in the company of other plants. How to store sunflower seeds The seeds can be stored in air-tight containers during the winter and used for consumption or replanted indoors or outdoors the following season. The sunflowers originated in the Western United States. They now can be grown and cultivated in all temperature zones throughout USA and Canada. FAQ Are sunflowers easy to grow from seeds?Yes! Although you may purchase starting plants from nurseries and home improvement stores, it is simplest to grow sunflowers from seed that is placed straight into the ground. You can cultivate more sunflower kinds if you start with seeds. Sunflowers may also be grown from seed quite easily.How to grow sunflowers from seeds indoors?Three seeds should be planted in each 3- to 4-inch peat pot to begin sunflowers indoors. The optimum drainage will be provided by a soilless planting medium. Germination indoors typically takes 6 to 10 days. By sowing seeds every two weeks, you may have constant blooming all year long.How long does it take to fully grow a sunflower from seed?There are various varieties of sunflowers, and each one will grow at a different rate. On average, though, it takes between 80 and 120 days for a plant to mature and develop seeds.How do you grow sunflower seeds in pots?Plant seeds straight into pots filled with well-moisturized, high-quality potting mix, 4-5 inches apart, and 1/2 inch deep. It takes around 8 to 10 days for it to germinate. When seedlings reach a height of a few inches, transplant them into bigger pots that are at least 12 to 18 inches deep, being careful to space them out evenly.Should I soak sunflower seeds before planting?Before planting, soaking seeds helps to weaken the seed's natural defenses against what it anticipates from Mother Nature, which then enables it to germinate more quickly. The fact that Mother Nature aggressively fights against seeds while simultaneously providing them with an internal clock that tells them when to develop is another factor.When should I start my sunflowers indoors?This will be three weeks after the last frost in the majority of places. Sunflowers may be planted inside to jumpstart the growth season. After your final spring frost, just slip the seeds into peat pots.How often should I water sunflower seeds?Every day, water the seeds regularly. While the seeds are germination, give your sunflowers at least 2 gallons (7.6 L) of water every week. Lack of water at these early stages will result in sunflowers with thin, frail stems that are unable to support the heavy flower head erect.Do sunflowers come back every year?Sunflowers may be either annual, in which case they need to be replanted each year, or perennials, in which case they will come back each year from the same plant. It is not difficult to recognize the difference between the two types of sunflowers if you are familiar with the process.How do you keep sunflowers alive indoors?To maintain the freshness and vitality of your flowers' appearance, maintain the water with either one teaspoon of sugar, two teaspoons of lemon juice, or one tablespoon of vinegar. Sunflowers will look healthier for longer if you do this. Be sure that your sunflowers are not placed in an area where they will be subjected to heat, direct sunshine, or drafts.Why didn't my sunflower seeds sprout?The following are the key reasons why germination did not take place: Seeds are ingested by a variety of organisms, including birds, mice, voles, and wireworms. Examine the area to determine whether the seed has fallen out of the soil. If they are planted too deeply, if they get too much water, or if the weather is too cold, our untreated seeds may just rot. Read the full article

[theradicalace]

yknow, i have to wonder, what type of flower ARE the golden flowers in undertale? they look like buttercups, but the fact that “golden flower tea” exists means they cant be, or at least, they can’t ONLY be buttercups, because buttercups are toxic. i wonder if they might be a few different types of flowers together, and monsters just call them golden flowers as a catchall?

#ace rambles #undertale #their centers are too bright and the petals too wide for them to be sunflowers #the petals don't overlap enough to be ranunculus or begonias #they don't have NEARLY enough petals to be dahlias #they kinda look like hibiscus flowers but i don't think anywhere in the underground meets the growing requirement for hibiscus #the only yellow flowers i can think of that match the look and growing conditions of the golden flowers while ALSO being edible #are coreopsis and maybe yellow pansies #primroses come pretty close too but i'm not sure #hey botanists give me your input #i mean the obvious answer is that they're not a surface flower at all and they're unique to the underground #but i don't like that answer #cause the underground clearly HAS surface flowers since there ARE (or at least WERE) buttercups there for chara to get at #so saying the golden flowers are just ''some unique underground flower'' feels like a copout #it wouldn't be impossible considering that the underground does have its own unique flowers in the form of the echo flowers #but i don't like that as an answer for the golden flowers #it feels too easy

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i’ve asked you like way to many asks already but cAn U iMaGiNE Finn bringing flowers home for his boys because aaaAAAAA

OK i’m quite sure you meant flowers as in,,, bouquets of roses/sunflowers etc. but i had a slightly different idea. i’m honestly too tired to proofread this so i’m sorry if this is a mess LMAO. once again thank you @shinymooncolor for your ideas you have no idea how much i love them

one morning, a couple of days before their first anniversary, finn’s awake at the crack of dawn, long before leo and logan are due to wake up beside him. he’s subconsciously tracing over the small fleur-de-lis tattoo on logan’s hip, trying to decide what to get for them because he’s a complete hopeless romantic and he wants them to know how much they’ve given him over the past year, he wants them to know that they’re the best thing that has happened to him, alongside with joining the league, and he wants them to know he loves them more than anything

his eyes start scanning around the bedroom to get inspiration but his bedroom is honestly, a mess. there’s always clothes strewn all over the floor, and they haven’t really done much decorating over the past year because they never really stay in one fixed room anyway, they just hop around depending on mood, though finn’s room is a hot favourite because it’s the closest to the living room so whenever they’re in a *cough* hurry, they stumble into his room. basically, it is not a good place to search for inspiration in

he has absolutely no clue what to do, and he panics for a bit, until he figures he should ask kasey and sirius for help

the next day, after training, he drags kasey and sirius out for lunch, distractedly telling logan and leo something along the lines of natalie, kasey, birthday, and quickly rushing out of the rink, leaving the two boys completely baffled because natalie’s birthday was two months ago

they head to sid’s for lunch, and finn launches into a whole rant about not knowing what to get for logan and leo, and sirius and kasey, the Ultimate Bros, are throwing ideas at him, and then sirius suddenly goes why don’t you just get them flowers? and kasey retorts that flowers are so cliche THOUGH we already have better ideas on the table, but finn is nodding and his brain is running a hundred miles an hour as they eat. after lunch they head to the nearest garden centre a couple of miles away

he loves the idea of getting flowers, but he also doesn’t want to get them cliche rose bouquets. he, kasey and sirius walk around and kasey has his hands in his pockets, one of them closed around a small box that he’s been carrying around for a couple of days now. he’s looking around as well, and he and finn trade opinions on the different species of plants and flowers that they see as they stroll down the aisles

sirius stays silent, lost in his own thoughts, the image of light brown eyes and windswept golden curls burned into his mind. he smiles to himself, his silver eyes sweeping across the room as he waits for something to catch his eye

finn suddenly remembers the tattoo his fingers had been tracing over the day before, and he makes a beeline for the fragrant white species somewhere in the corner of the large room. kasey follows him, and takes an immediate interest in the yellow flowers, as big as his girlfriend’s heart and as bright as her personality, in the aisle opposite. sirius is wandering a little bit away from them, having stopped by a section of gorgeous blue flowers with yellow centers. forget-me-nots. his fingers brush over the petals of one of the blooms, and the corner of his lip lifts slightly

finn’s giving himself a pat on the back because he thinks he’s quite the genius for picking out lilies for logan, but then he thinks about leo and he’s stumped again. he turns around and casts a quick glance around the room. several pots of bright orange flowers catch his attention and he makes his way over

leonotis leonurus, the sign reads. lion’s tail. finn laughs to himself and picks one up before heading over to where kasey and sirius are standing around the sunflowers. kasey seems nervous, arms folded across his chest and leaning his weight on one foot, but sirius has a wide grin on his face, his eyes bright and dimples showing

finn quirks an eyebrow as he approaches the pair, and kasey shyly pulls the box out of his pocket. finn’s eyes widen and he steps in, throwing his arms around kasey, not needing any words to convey his congratulations and approval. the trio eventually make their purchases and finn drops them both at their places before driving back to the apartment

thankfully, leo and logan are still out so he tries to make quick work of carrying the flowers he’s gotten into the apartment and hiding them. unfortunately, finn o’hara is the kind of guy who’s capable of killing a cactus, so he naturally makes a huge mess. the plants are huge and he’s struggling to carry them safely in and no surprise there but he accidentally drops one of the plants and soil is getting everywhere and he’s trying to clean it up with the roomba they have in the apartment

but the roomba somehow hates him and he practically chases it around for awhile and on hindsight he thinks he should have just swept it up but he’s lazy as fuck and look where that got him. he’s sweaty as heck and he has soil all over him and he’s just a mess. the roomba lazily bumps into his foot at one point and he’s so close to screaming in frustration but then he realises how stupid he looks threatening a goddamn roomba

not ten seconds later the door opens and finn startles. he tries to clean up the mess as best as he can but logan and leo step out of the entryway into the living room and they just stop their convo about thanos and captain marvel halfway, their eyes widening at the sight of finn standing guiltily in the middle of the room with two practically uprooted plants in front of him and soil all over his hands, face, legs and even his… hair? on top of that, the blasted roomba is still going at it, making loud noises to signify that it needs to be cleaned

logan and leo can’t help but burst into laughter while finn just pouts, very petulantly. suddenly though, leo starts sneezing, a few times in succession, and he mentions that he’s allergic to pollen. finn gets very upset, feeling so bad for basically getting pollen around the whole house and quickly, logan and finn clear up the mess and move the flowers to the balcony, shutting the door tightly while leo has already retreated to the bathroom. they find him back in the living room after their shower, and he’s sitting on the now clean couch and smiling at the flowers on the other side of the glass door

finn awkwardly clears his throat and explains himself and leo and logan’s smiles just grow wider even if they’re laughing and shaking their heads in disbelief because finn is just that much of a disaster but they love him anyway. finn is halfway apologising for the pollen when leo just stands up and pulls him in by the waist, kissing him to shut him up and he mumbles against finn’s lips, telling him it’s okay, thank you for the flowers though, i’ll just admire them from in here and finn finally finally relaxes in leo’s arms. logan comes round to hug finn from the back, humming in agreement and he squeezes him tightly because he’s such an idiot but he’s their idiot. their idiot sweetheart

leo then bodily hauls finn up and he wraps his legs around leo’s waist as the three of them retreat to the bedroom and amidst their kisses of gratitude and love, leo and logan worship finn like he’s their god, because he is

#Finn O'Hara #Logan Tremblay #Leo Knut #O'Knutzy #lumosinlove

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That sweet scent. A touch of sunshine laid spread across the greenery, giving the field a feeling of warmth and light. It would be enough to turn even the saddest of souls into one of contentment. Even if the feeling was only fleeting. Lost whenever the light from the field left the eye. As a true epitome of beauty, they stood tall and strong, ever gently swaying in the breeze that passed through the field. Every minute of the day, their proud faces would turn with the sun, rising and falling as though they were miniature stars themselves. The only thing that could ever have these wonderous beauties failing would be the loss of the sunlight, though as soon as another good day came by—they would rise again. It was these towers of elegance and warmth that reminded Joseph of someone he kept very near and dear to his heart. Someone who’s heart reflected the same kind of energy as the wonderous sunflower. Shining brightly on his own, dazzling the landscape—or the room—with a presence that was both fierce and warming. A strike of gold in contrast to a beautiful deep shade of green. A look that could not be missed but at the same time would be missed whenever those dreary days would come to pass. Maybe it was this reason that Joseph couldn’t move himself from the field of sunflowers that they had decided to come to. That he had simply lost track of time and gotten himself tangled in the warmth of the light from the sea of stars before him. His heart felt full of warmth as the sweet scent rolled through the air on the lightest of breezes. Pushing passed him while he took a deep breath. It was serene here.

Why had he come here? Well the trip there had been a surprise for his birthday of course. They had made the venture out to the countryside in order to just enjoy the peace and quiet of the land. Away from the bustle of the world around them. Free from distractions or worries about anything that they would have to face together. The idea had belonged to Caesar. The man who held his heart. The center of his world. At first whenever the idea had been presented to him, he wasn’t really sure about it. Joseph had always been a city boy. He had grown up in a large city and lived his entire life there. That was what he was used to. So, the thought of being out and away from the busy city scene had him a little skeptical. But, after they had arrived and he had caught sight of this wonderous field just along the path to a small, cottage. He was beside himself with the sheer beauty of it. He didn’t think places like this could actually exist. And being here just seemed so right and so fitting. He couldn’t have asked for something better, except of course to spend the next few days alone with Caesar. Just Caesar. There wouldn’t be anyone else here to bother them. There wouldn’t be any hassle of their daily lives to spring up unexpectedly. This trip had been solely for the two of them to enjoy one another and just take a break from the world around them. Skepticism be damned. He would go the rest of his life now, hearing about how he doubted Caesar for this trip being worth it. And he would complain about it every time, but it would only remind him how much more he loved it.

“Jojo, what are you doing out here?”

Joseph turned. Teals found the source of his fixation, standing on the path just a few feet ahead of him. His arms were crossed over his chest as he watched him, curiously. Joseph had been so lost in the beauty of the sunflowers that he hadn’t realized just how long he had been standing there for. How long had it been? Twenty minutes? An hour? He had no idea. But, to combat the puzzled look that Caesar was giving him, he smiled at him. The warmth he felt in being here, the comparison he had made of Caesar to these flowers—all of it was so overwhelming to him right now. There was nothing more that he wanted than to pull the blond into his arms and express just how joyful he made his heart. To express to him that this had been the best choice he had ever made. One of the best birthdays he had had since he had made the choice to leave New York. And probably easily the best birthday he had ever had since he had met Caesar. There was just so much emotion he wanted to convey to him, and it was all so overwhelming. How could some simple few words tell him just how much he appreciated him? Caesar really was just like a star. Everything about him just radiated that strength, that warmth. At least for Joseph it did and seeing him now only reinforced that feeling in his heart.

“Caesar!” Joseph greeted flashing his usual bright smile, one that touched his eyes in a curious wonder. He brought forward an armful of sunflowers and stopped before him, pushing them into his folded arms. “Here, these are for you.”

Arms unfolded to accept the gift. He felt Caesar’s hands meet with his around the bundle. A quick glance at the flowers had him looking back at him even more puzzled than before. “These are sunflowers? You know generally on one’s birthday they don’t give gifts to others.”

“Well they just reminded me of you, so I had to take some. They’re like bright little stars, aren’t they?” He mused, his smile only seeming to widen.

Joseph’s boyish charm was shining through in that moment. Those teal eyes bright and full of joy and love as they stared back at the blond. His wide smile just held all the world’s happiness in it. And then there was one detail that seemed to elude the brunette as he explained himself to him. A single golden petal had stuck itself to his messy locks. This was something he had probably earned just from getting too close to the flowers and admiring them so much. It was hard to say when it had happened, but it only seemed to add to the charm that was coming off of Joseph in that moment. It went without saying that if Caesar was being compared to dazzling field of sunflowers, then the man who provided the light that they needed to thrive was Joseph Joestar. His smile enough to melt a cold heart. And his charm—as obnoxious as it could be—undeniably adorable in moments like this. The sentiment had the blond smiling gently in response, the puzzlement leaving his features. He shook his head once, trying not to laugh aloud at the way that he looked right now. If this what it felt like to really be happy with someone he loved, then he didn’t want anything else. Maybe one day this was a life that they could share with each other. They could escape their worries whenever the busy life concluded for them and come out to live in a field of sunflowers like this. Where the sun would never leave, and those stars would always be bright and shining as they were now. It was moments like this that made it easy for Caesar to recall why and how he had even fallen for this man to begin with.

Stepping closer and taking the flowers into one arm, he reached up with the other to pluck the petal from his hair. Holding it up for him to see. “If I am a sunflower, then you are to be my sunshine.” Caesar said.

Joseph blinked at the sentence once, appearing thoughtful before the smile returned. “Then I better make sure you don’t lose any light, huh? Your next—”

Before he could finish the sentence though he found that his lips were then occupied by the other’s. Pressing against them in a passionate embrace long enough to erase the words that he was about to say. That habit to analyze others and predict what they were going to say next, Caesar had successfully stopped it before he could even get the words out. And Joseph didn’t complain whenever he was met with the connection. In fact, after just a moment of hesitation he kissed him back, returning the passion that was being passed between the two of them. The acceptance of the exchange that they had just made. He was happy to be his sunshine, he always wanted to be. And that was the feeling that he wanted to express to him with this kiss. He would live for these moments where he could share time like this with him. It didn’t matter if it could only happen once a year, as long as he was able to cherish them for the rest of his years. Although he didn’t mind the idea of growing old with Caesar in a place like this. Something where they could just be with one another and enjoy their lives together. Escape from the worries of the world around them. Recovering memories, a hurtful past, stress over classes and where they would be in ten years after graduating. Their plans for after that time was over. All of that could be cleared right now in this moment.

(I’ll always be your sunshine, Caesar. And I’ll make sure you never stop blooming.)

“You’re too slow~” Caesar whispered into his lips. “Happy birthday, Jojo.”

This was only the first of their stay there in the countryside. And already, Joseph couldn’t be any more content than he had in his entire life. The only thing he could do was make a mental note to ensure to pay back the blond when the year came back around for him in the Spring. And for the many years to come after that.

//musings for my muse. Happy birthday to Joseph Joestar! // a special thanks to Jojo's Sunflower @shabcn

#jojodrabble #jjba rp #happy birthday to my muse #caejose #shabcn

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

Yandere googlepliers x chubby reader

An:I went really experimental with formatting, because I was really inspired by Winter girls by Laurie Halse Anderson, the author of speak. Anyway, this is a repost because tumblr ate up the original post. I plan to post fan fics more often now that I have a laptop, so if you like my writing, requests are open! :D

Chaos. So much burning.

Smoldering, smoky buildings, streets covered in bloody corpses. A woman's head twisted at an odd angle, her eyes ice cubes as they stared at you, her mouth opened into a frozen scream.

Walking down the road, you shuddered, holding yourself, almost as if trying not to fall apart.

Your foot steps echoed, bouncing off alleyways and jagged skyscrapers, whose metal interiors now exposed, reminded you of broken bones. Blood littered the streets like bright red watercolor, while organs, scattered like rose petals and party streamers, lay exposed on grey sidewalks and hung from lamp posts.

Gagging, your breathing grew heavier as you turned a corner, seeing a baby's head hanging  by its spinal cord like a twisted piñata from a store front, it's eyeball clinging onto a pink string as it dangled from its eye socket. Oh.. oh.. oh god.

No, no, your boys— couldn't.. couldn't do this! You ran past the store, and ran past an apartment building. You ran past an alleyway, a library, caught in the maze. Trapped like a rat. Turning left and right frantically.

They couldn't do this. They couldn't do this.

They changed, they changed.

You kept passing dead bodies. The smell of burning metal and flesh haunted the air. The streets covered in a blanket of broken glass, and the buildings that remained intact almost had all broken windows and doors. Cars had been turned upside down and squashed like a wads of construction paper.

Everything silent. Except for the eerie and distant noise of sirens, echoing throughout the city. You didn't notice at first. Too caught up in the violence. Now, you heard them, and ran towards them.

Your boys couldn't do this.

The boys who loved blue and green and red and yellow. Whose colors always reminded you of wildflowers.

They couldn't.

Prime, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this. Oliver, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this. Rowan, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this. Conan, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this.

Running, you turned a corner, getting closer to the noise.

Where was everybody? Could they really murder an entire population? They couldn't— could they?

Desperate, you pushed yourself faster. You passed a man with his chest gouged out. Someone had their hands torn off and stuck up their— you wished you hadn't seen that. A girl lay crumpled on the side walk, her pigtails pulled off, and her face smashed in.

Too many bodies to count. All of them, chopped up like vegetables, and torn up like dolls in the jaws of a dog. So much violence. So much destruction.

The sirens screamed for you to keep running. Why did you stop, they asked. You hadn't even noticed you stopped, until you heard your breathing, and felt you legs shaking like plates stacked too high, your whole body ready to break.

You stopped right in front of the little girl, staring at her carnage.

   You caused this.

You gave them admin permission, or whatever it was called— you gave them autonomy! And they waited, they waited and bid time and gained your trust, waited till you loved them, till you let your guard down. Then, like a viper, they bit.

Sinking to your knees, the sirens faded as your breathing increased, filling your ears.

You touched the body, it was stiff, cold. The skin was an odd color, and maggots crawled in every crevice— in her nose, where they twisted, a hive feasting on her flesh. How long had she been here? How long had they all been here? You looked around, and touched her again, squeezing her arm. It wouldn't move. Rigor mortis. Then, you went down, and squeezed her leg. The whole body stiff. Every inch.

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized— these bodies had been here for around six hours. Yes, you remembered, rigor completely set in after six hours.. why did you know that? Some class from high school? A book? A documentary?

Panic set in more as you got up, and staggered towards the noise.

    They couldn't do this.

Prime, who loved technology and loved to study space, couldn't do this. Oliver, who loved to study psychology and how humans worked couldn't do this. Rowan, who read so many books, going through them in hours, couldn't do this. Conan, who loved to study biology and evolution couldn't do this.

Your boys, your loves, couldn't do this.

 They couldn't.          They couldn't.                         They couldn't.

                               They couldn't.

Your shoulders shook as you entered the center of town, full of cafés, bookshops, tea shops, and cute ritzy restaurants all covered in dried blood. People lay dead on chairs, and some held books, others held shopping bags, or cell phones.. all of them stopped. Frozen in time. Like a clock who's gears got stopped up with ice.

The sirens loomed closer, and, taking another glance at the bodies, you continued walking. You passed a green and white bookstore, you took a turn down a street, full of bodies, bodies stuffed together like sardines. So much blood. Blood the color of rust and bricks. It scattered everywhere. Everywhere, every street sign and store front. No one was spared.

You continued further, legs shaking, throat dry.

The sirens screamed louder. Bursting like red and blue fireworks in your ears.

You saw the police cars, white covered in scarlet, in dead bodies.

So many.

Heads twisted, noses punched in, stomachs full of holes.

You couldn't call out their names, you couldn't. They scared you too much. Each name a monster, shadows that cut.

        Your boys couldn't have done this.

Shakily, walking closer to the carnage, you leaned on a police car, panicking. Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked slowly. Corpses bleeding into your eyes as you heard the buzzing of flies.

You screamed.

You collapsed.

More bodies.

Corpses piled up in a heap, you saw your boys, dragging the corpses, like stiff statues, across the pavement.

They turned towards you, eyes wide as they dropped bodies. "Darling?" Asked Oliver, yellow as a sunflower, and soft as one as he stepped towards you.

Your hands wouldn't stop. Your arms wouldn't stop. Everything kept shaking. Your whole body felt like an avalanche. Like it was tumbling and full of rocks and snow.

"Oh, sweetheart.." Whispered Rowan, red like a rose, "You weren't supposed to see. I made sure to put enough pills in your drink."

You   couldn't    breathe. Breaths. came in short. gasps.     Air barely leaked.                   In— Lungs—     couldn't.

Collect air.

Everything.                Heavy. Lungs full of frozen snow,            heavy with grey rocks, frozen over with icicles.           Blood invaded by ice crystals.  Heart covered with frost.     Paralyzed.

They approached you, surrounding you. Oliver leaned down, blood covering his hands as you started to cry, howling. "Oh, oh, shh, shh, it's alright." He wrapped his arms around your waist, comforting you like a kitten.

The boys did the same, Conan, green like spring, began petting your hair gently, while Prime, blue as the sea, kissed your cheek. Rowan, hugged you from behind, and the two other brothers hugged you from the sides. All of them warm.

"It's alright.. it's alright— they're all gone now, little one, and can't hurt you." His warm voice l crawled into your ears. You said nothing, your stomach curling into a twisted iron knot.

Tears poured down like rain in the middle of a blizzard. You couldn't control the sobs and screams. You smelt the blood on them, hot copper. Your heart beat ferociously in your chest, shuddering from the cold that invaded your body.

Oliver lifted your chin, tears streaming down your face, "It's okay. It's alright. All you need is us."

The others echoed back, "All you need is us."

Your heart clenched.

The bright flickering lights of memories came.

Blue burst in your mind.

You and Prime watching a space documentary, his eyes widening as the camera zoomed across the solar system— like an arm, reaching, reaching, reaching towards space. The lens retracted, going further and further away. The milky way bloomed before your eyes, the galaxy blossomed into Christmas lights and swirls, everything expanded. Stopped. Then, in a flash, a dash, the colors swirled into lines, zooming back to earth.

Blue faded into red.

Rowan shyly smelling roses when he thought you weren't looking, sitting at the table and fingering the scarlet fish scales of velvet petals. His smile like a rose, too, slowly blooming underneath the sunset that sailed through the window. His skin shining with tangerine and goldfish rays, you remembered him smelling like roses, and the next day, you planted a rose bush in your backyard.

Red ran into yellow.

Oliver smiling at you, in the afternoon. His hand reaching towards yours, his fingers warm, comforting. His hand so much bigger than yours; yours covered in lines and scars, his clean and pristine, like a piece of computer paper. Your lips saying how do you do as you kissed his fingers, and his smile like a ball of sunshine, as his lips replied I'm doing wonderful, by touching yours. He tasted like lemonade. You kissed underneath the swing set that hung from the grand oak in your backyard.

Yellow flipped into green.

Conan letting your head rest on his shoulder. A biology book in his lap, it was about— sloths. Those fuzzy three toed creatures. You remember saying, "Did you know sloths.. used to live under water?" He turned towards you, his eyes like the woods, stacked with trees and leaves, deep and dark, untrusting and full of secret wonders. He blinked in surprise, his eyes wide and lips turned down slightly. "Don't act like a know it all. That's not true." You frowned, and told him to look it up, he did. You were right. You smirked, you knew a lot. Just as you were about to continue, he asked what else you knew. The two of you talked about biology the rest of the night and evolution until morning. Plants and animals blooming into the living room as the sun rose.

All the colors dropped down your mind, and splashed down into a single memory—

All of you in the new bed you bought, surrounded by comfy pillows. You heard them humming. The sound of their insides working. Everything warm. Safe. You nuzzled into Prime's neck, since he's always the warmest because he's the oldest and tends to get hotter than the others. Everything felt safe. Perfect, covered in the moonlight. Hazy snores came from Conan, who always snores, because he sleeps with his mouth open. Rowan's breath on your neck, a soft nuzzle into your cheek, Oliver resting on his brother's chest, holding your hand.

You realized that night that love isn't one color, it's a burst of colors— Blue and Red and Green and Yellow. It's the color of wild sunflowers and a kitchen filled with cups from the 70s, it's the music of soft breathing and the feeling of your cheek warmed by another, it's a quivering river full of enchanted hues.

The memory slipped down, became a drop of multicolored paint, and splashed on the white floor of your mind.

So many memories— too many memories.

Your eyes watered again as you looked up at them.

"Wh-why?" You whispered. "You don't need to worry about that." A blue voice said, robotic and stiff. "It is— well, was our primary objective." "But— But— I thought, I thought maybe.. maybe you didn't care about that anymore..." you whispered, your shoulders sagging as you burrowed back into Oliver's chest, closing your eyes, "...Maybe you wouldn't care about destroying humanity because you didn't need to. You had me— wasn't that enough? Just the all of us? Together? What— what did everyone else matter?" You asked, taking a shaky breath, "And now what? What? Your Primary objective is complete and you probably don't need me anymore, because wasn't your primary objective to destroy all of humanity? Don't I count? I don't understand at all. I don't know..." your voice faded, "..I don't know— I don't. I— I don't know. I just— why? Why did it have to be so much violence? Why? Why did you have to hurt all those people? What did they do?"

You wanted to melt into the earth and never come back. You could smell the scent of rotting flesh, and the smell of it as it burned in the big pile, smoke starting to fill the sky. "We would never hurt you." Your questions didn't get an answer, as Rowan spoke, "We love you— you taught us to love." He whispered, "And, we had to protect you from.. from.. them." He spat, voice filled sharp red knives. "They were nothing like you. All they did was take up space." Said Conan, his voice seething acid, "All they did was hurt you. Why shouldn't they feel the same pain they caused you?" "N-not everybody hurt me.." you whispered, voice as soft and fragile as melting snow. "Knowing humans, they would have. Look what they already did to you— all those mean words and comments, isn't it better that they're gone? Now," he gripped your chin, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he turned you towards him, "It's just us."

They echoed back, voices a mixture of color, "Just us."

Colors plopped and sizzled in your mind, like an egg dropped into a hot skillet. Your own color lost somewhere— what color were you, anyway? Red or Blue or Green or Yellow or Purple or Nothing? White? Blank? Your memories have always been covered in white, and tasted like cigarette smoke and the smell of old rotting houses.

Then, they came, all of them, bringing color. Bringing so much color— But could they bring color to the outline of a memory that crossed your mind?

No.

A blank wall, Curtains drawn. The music turned up. Books scattered left and right. Everywhere. A tornado hit your room, and the tornado was you. You, you caused distraction everywhere you went. Blobs of paint pounded at the door of the blank canvas of your room, asking what was wrong. All you did, was rip. Rip the pages of the books, become an outline. You had always been an outline, You just— Forgot. Outline kept ripping up pages of books, saying how stupid outline was. Outline knew outline was stupid. Stupid outline, everyone was right. No one would want to hire outline. Outline got a job, outline got comments about weight, outline snitched.

Outline got fired.

Outline forgot they had been lines, and only lines, all along.

Outline forgot what white was, became filled with cyan skies, poppies, sunshine and grass. Outline got filled with yellow courage and red passion and blue happiness and green kindness.

They want you. The memory changed shape. They want you. Or, at least, that's what they said, when you cried.  Sobbing, curled up on the floor, they told you they wanted you. They told you  everything was going to be alright.

One of them had picked you up, taken you to the couch, while the others offered to make you cookies, or tea, or anything you wanted. Sniffing as someone wrapped you up in a blanket, you asked softly for hot cocoa, with cinnamon.

A flash of red gave you a cup, the color of a robin's egg, filled with hot cocoa. He sat next to you, and somehow, you ended up in Prime's lap, sniffing. "I'm so bad." You said. "Why?" "I should've just kept my mouth shut.Everyone likes me better that way."

Then, you felt hands, the hands of your mind stretching down, clear as crystal, distorting the world as they ascended upon your mouth. "Well, I like it better when you talk." It was Conan, standing in front of you, hands on his hips, "And unlike other humans, you aren't annoying." You laughed a bit, sniffed again, and took a sip of the hot cocoa. The hands shattered just as quickly as they came.

The air rippled and chirped, purring with happiness and warmth as you snuggled further into the fluffy blanket. "Yeah.." whispered Rowan, "And unlike other humans, I quite like your voice." Another smile from you, Conan sat down next to Prime, and immediately snatched you into his lap.

Prime turned, "Excuse you?" You laughed again, a tinkle of golden bells, and he let it go. Snuggling into his chest, you smelt his shirt, which smelled like books. Mostly the new book smell, but it also smelled of chemicals, and preservatives, because of the experiments he often conducted. It also smelled a bit metallic, yet human. They all had that in between smell of metal and.. natural musk? It was often how you recognized them, by how they smelled, and their heights too.

Everyone snuggled on the couch, and you felt yourself getting sleepy as you kept drinking. You noticed the humming increasing, the whirring of fans filling your ears like a lullaby as you slept.

"..We care so much. That's why I put that pill in your drink. It's part of the plan— you weren't supposed to wake up." Rowan's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, "We—" "—We weren't originally going to do it." Whispered Oliver, "Because we didn't care anymore." "Until they hurt you." Hissed Conan, "And nobody hurts you. Nobody. We got rid of them. It's only us now. Only us."

Their voices echoed slightly as they repeated, "Only us."

You looked into Conan's eyes, then Oliver's, then Rowan's, then Prime's.

    They loved you.

    They all realized it when you got sick. Oliver realized it when he found you over the toilet, a hand on your sweaty forehead as you retched, gagging and pushing your hair aside.

Rowan realized it when he saw you in bed, with a fever, when he got so afraid you'd die, and held your hand, crying.

Conan realized it when you tried to stumble out of bed, saying you had to work on a research paper, because that's how the bills got paid.

Prime realized it when he felt relief after you got better, when he saw you slowly walk into the kitchen, sit down at the table, and eat a bowl of cereal. You hadn't eaten in three days.

From you, they learned about love. It tamed people, it tamed animals, it made things stay, even if it was just for a moment. Love, is like a dandelion, it grows and then contracts, then spreads into the wind, growing more. Love, is like the moon, waxing and waning, always coming back. Love, is like the sun, like warmth, it always comes back, but it blooms in a different color than before, and dies only to rise again.

You taught them that.

A human, small and weak, who spent too much time in doors reading books— any books, but they could be picky sometimes— tamed them, made them ask if the world was really all choked up with smoke.

They found out it was. That the world is always on fire, always combusting, it never rests and let's itself regrow again.

You, you're the small island surrounded by a pond in the middle of the burning woods. Always treating them with kindness, saying "please" and "thank you" and "I'm sorry" constantly. You always asked if they want to spend time with you, and of course they do— always, always and forever.

When they saw you yesterday night, so sad and broken, Prime picked you up, and immediately the others put the plan into action.

They had incorporated you into doomsday, deciding that your house was the safest, since it was far from town. (You walked all the way here, poor thing, they thought.) When you fell asleep, they tucked you into bed, turned off the lights and locked the advanced security system. You beat it anyway. (Did you worry about them? That was so like you— always worrying.)

Prime rested his head on top of yours, and then got up. His brothers frowned, their arms still reaching for you.

They all wanted to hold you, to keep you close.

Slowly, you reached out for Rowan, since Prime wasn't carrying you right. You smiled, forgetting it all for a moment.

The air wasn't filled with smoke. It didn't smell of burning hair.

Only they mattered, Their colors, their eyes, their smell. Only they mattered.

He gently took you from his brother, and cradled you. You could see the blood. You could smell it.

You buried yourself into his neck, wrapping your arms around him, smelling roses. He always smelt like roses, because he built a green house once summer started to end. Rose petals always lingered in his hair, pink, red and white, scattered amongst the locks. He grew all kinds of roses now, he loved them dearly.

You loved him dearly— all of them. That's why everything kept coming and going, bursts of color fading into ice, starting to burn and decay.

You burrowed deeper into his neck as he walked down the road. Tears fell out of your eyes, as you heard the sirens die out. "It's alright now.." he whispered, hugging you close, "It's alright. We'll be out soon." He murmured, kissing your cheek.

The city echoed with their foot steps and your sobs.

Another kiss landed on your cheek, and another and another.

Looking up at him, you noticed that everyone stopped, surrounding the both of you. A tear leaked from your eye, and quickly it was kissed away by Prime.

At the edge of the city, you looked at all the bodies— all those people gone, just like that. Did they really do that, all for you?

Should you be proud? Should you be ashamed?

Whirlwinds swirled in your stomach as you looked at your boys. Your lovers.

Yours.

You needed them just as much as they needed you, or, you wanted them just as much as they wanted you— or, both. Biting your lip, you felt another kiss on your cheek, Oliver.

Then, another one on your other cheek, Conan. Then, one on your lips, as Rowan kissed you.

You didn't need the world. All you needed was them.

Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, and burrowed into his warm skin, closing your eyes, putting a shutter over the images that flashed through your mind—

A bloodied hand, An old grandmother with a stab wound— The piles of bodies The blood. The blood.

You buried yourself deeper into his neck, trying not to cry. Rowan felt so comforting, and warm, he felt so safe, like a blanket wrapped around you when least expected, that comforted you even though you shivered.

Rowan smiled and kissed your head as he walked down the road, as Prime watched you from the corner of his eye, and listened to the world around them. Conan scanned the nearby woods, shooting at whatever animals came in his (or your) direction. Oliver walked next to Rowan, with Conan by his side, watching you.

They didn't need anyone else. Didn't you know what they were before you?

Outlines, white spaces, no color, ready to serve their objectives, but you— you.. brought out something, in each.

They didn't need the other colors, they only needed you, you and your bright cherry, blueberry, green apple and banana colored personality, that glittered and gurgled through the ocean of darkness.

You're the most important objective of all, didn't you know that, little human?

All they need is you. Only you, nothing else.

The world could burn, for all they cared, and it did— they burned it, all for you. All for you.

They continued walking as the world descended into night, like a bird falling through the air, and shedding feathers, only to reveal new ones made of violet petals and the noise of crickets.

Didn't you know, little human, thought Oliver, that once you started loving them with all of your human heart, that you bound yourself to them forever?

No, no you didn't.

Oliver reached over suddenly, and took you from his brother's arms, carrying you instead as they continued walking, the world awfully silent— full of no one, not a single human in existence—

Except you, of course.

The world is safe, now that every human is dead, it took a while to do it, but they did. The pill lasted for three days, and that's what all it took for them to kill all the humans. They started outside, and slowly went in, reaching your town last. And now, now you're safe, safe from all the hardships and stabbing words. Safe, safe at last.

Oliver felt you nuzzle into his shoulder and sigh contently, falling asleep.

He fell in love with you because of kindness, you're always so kind. Always. He knew his brothers fell for it too. He remembered when you came home, crying, and locked yourself up in your room, barely talking through the door. Prime ended up picking the lock, picking you up, and dragging you to the living room. Rowan drugged your hot coca, and they all cuddled you until you fell asleep.

That's when they knew, what they had to do.

Because forever and always, you will be theirs...their precious human.. forever.

#sierra’s writing #google #googleiplier #googleplierxreader #yandere #iplier egos x reader #iplier egos #iplier ego x reader #fan fic #fan fiction

[absolutelynoct]

I saw your ask box was open! I'm sorry that you're sick, hope you fee loads better! I was scrolling through one of my favorite artist's blogs and I saw a lovely fan art! If you know of izuumi they have this one work of Prompto with sunflowers. Could I get a cute Promptis and sunflowers? Thanks a billion!

[Thank you anon! I am familiar with @izuumii and love their artwork so much! I am familiar with the artwork you’re talking about! It’s super cute! I’m sorry if my writing isn’t great right now but here is what I wrote based off the prompt!]

Noctis saw the sunflowers when we was walking through the street fair and he thought of Prompto. The seeds in the center reminded him of Prompto’s freckles, and the petals reminded him of his hair. They were gorgeous at the vendor’s stand, but he immediately thought that they didn’t quite belong there. Or, rather, he had the idea that maybe he could surprise Prompto with something beautiful. And the sunflowers were the perfect idea.

His father knew immediately what he was planning when Noctis told him what he wanted to do. He asked him point blank if Noctis was prepared to live as a gay man in Lucis, and Noctis had only looked at him and given him the most confident yes he could. With his level of understanding, Noctis planned the perfect way to ask Prompto out. The Founder’s Day Celebration was coming up shortly, and Noctis hoped that Prompto would be his date. But first he had to ask him out.

The day came that Noctis planned for a long time, and he only hoped that Prompto would enjoy it. Even if Prompto said no, even if he didn’t like him, he still hoped that he would appreciate his attempt to be romantic. It was the most Noctis had planned anything, and Prompto was left excitedly wondering why Ignis and Gladio were taking them outside of Insomnia one bright sunny afternoon. Noctis was hopeful that things would go according to plan, that for once there were no problems along the way.

When they arrived at the chocobo farm, Prompto was naturally excited and nearly freaking out from joy as they parked the Regalia and got out of the car. Ignis and Gladio happily walked off to the small cafe that they had for coffee and food, conveniently leaving Noctis and Prompto alone. Noctis rented two chocobos and took him out on a trip to a nearby field that he had ensured would be ready for him to ask the question.

Noctis spent the entire ride nervously leading Prompto towards the field. Prompto was happily chatting away, petting the chocobo as he rode it, exclaiming that this was the best day of his life so far. With a slight blush, Noctis only hoped that Prompto still felt the same when he asked him what he had been planning on asking. They arrived at the field far sooner than Noctis was prepared for. 

“Oh Six! This is beautiful! Noct! Come look!” Prompto exclaimed as they approached the field of sunflowers in full bloom. They got off their chocobos, and Prompto excitedly ran into the field, his blond hair blending almost perfectly with the petals around him. Noctis smiled as he followed him, keeping tabs on him as he skipped happily through the field. “Isn’t this amazing?!”

Prompto turned to face Noctis, his smile brighter than anything on Eos. It made Noctis’s heart flutter and skip a beat, and he knew now was the time to ask him out. Nervously, he closed the gap between him and Prompto and took his hands in his carefully. Prompto blushed bright red, looking from Noctis’s hands to his eyes. 

“Prompto,” Noctis began, all thoughts of the speech he prepared suddenly vanishing from his mind in an instant. What did he want to say again? His mouth felt dry, and the squawking of the chocobos in the distance were distracting. More than that, Prompto was so beautiful he was distracting. “You know the Founder’s Day Celebration is coming up, right?”

“Y-Yeah, of course,” Prompto replied, stumbling over his own words. “Everyone is going to be looking to snag the prince that day.”

“Well, I was hoping that we could go together,” Noctis offered, trying to maintain his composure. 

“Oh! Yeah! Of course I’ll go with you,” Prompto replied with a simple smile and a shrug. 

“I mean, I’d like to go with you,” Noctis tried again, knowing Prompto was missing the point entirely. “As my boyfriend.”

Prompto understood what he was saying then. Noctis could tell. His eyes went wide and he blushed a bright red, the petals from the sunflowers drifting over his hair as they swayed lazily in the breeze. When Prompto didn’t respond at first, Noctis assumed it was from shock. When he didn’t respond after a longer time of waiting, Noctis was pretty sure he had messed up. His heart fell, sinking into his stomach, and he only hoped that Prompto wouldn’t reject his friendship.

“Listen man,” Noctis said as Prompto continued to stare at him in shock. He released Prompto’s hand and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, his stomach churning uncomfortably. “I get it. We can just be friends. I won’t hit on you or anything since you don’t feel that way. I just thought I would ask cause I’ve liked you for a while and-”

Prompto kissed Noctis so quickly and suddenly that Noctis was taken by surprise. At first he thought it was a joke, but then the warmth of Prompto’s lips drew him further in, and he caved to his touch, placing his hands on Prompto’s waist and pressing his body against his. They kissed for a long time, enjoying the taste of each other on their lips, the warmth of the sunshine hitting their shoulders as the sunflowers drifted around them. 

“I would love to go with you,” Prompto finally said when they stopped kissing for a breath. The sunflowers were framing his face like a crown, and Noctis had the sudden image of him becoming a king alongside him. He had chosen wisely. “As your boyfriend.”

Noctis felt his heart soar, and he did the only thing he felt he could do. He kissed Prompto again, delighting in the fact that Prompto was now his boyfriend. How long had he liked him, after all? Too long, he realized, but now he was finally with him. They brought some of the sunflowers back with them after taking some photos to commemorate the occasion, the chocobo ride far slower now that Noctis and Prompto spent it side by side as they chatted happily through their blushing. 

Noctis was glad he had seen the sunflowers that day. He was so glad it gave him the idea to ask him out once and for all. And more than that, he was glad that Prompto wanted to be with him. It made the future look a lot brighter. Noctis planned on decorating the Citadel with sunflowers from here on out.

#ffxv #Final Fantasy XV #promptis #prompto argentum #Noctis Lucis Caelum #prompto #noctis #amitiel writes

[gryffindormischief]

requested by anonymous

also available on FF and Ao3

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Associations, connections, memories - we don’t really choose them. Not really. If we did, Harry would have definitely not chosen a drunken Ron and two baskets of hot wings as his strongest memory of the scent Droobles bubblegum. And he definitely wouldn’t think of death, destruction, and funerals every time he came across a floral arrangement.

Harry’s first real experience with flowers outside of a neatly kept garden on Privet drive or the wild blooms swaying in the Weasley’s yard is at Ted Tonks’ funeral after the war. Wide, bright bouquets filled with sprays of wildflowers, sunflowers, and sharp green shoots litter the small chapel.

He holds his godson close the whole service and barely feels anything but the tight squeeze of Andromeda’s hand and Teddy’s shuddering breaths. In his weeks as acting godfather, Harry hadn’t seen the little bundle cry this much, it was like he knew his grandfather was about to be -

Just as Harry’s thoughts go darker - which previously he wouldn’t have said was possible - another, cool hand finds his shoulder. Ginny .

After that, she doesn’t leave his side, her arm banded around his middle, free hand ready to swipe dribbles from Teddy’s chubby cheeks.

The following months are a blur, the wizarding world trying to simultaneously reclaim some semblance of normalcy while mourning the loss of so many. And each time - whether it’s a stuffy Ministry celebration or another lost too young, too soon, too sadly. Ginny’s there for it all, a comfort, a confidante, and as the days pass more comfortable sharing her tears with him too.

One bouquet stands in stark focus, in a small graveyard with no mourners, no pomp, no priest. Just his hand in Ginny’s and the prick of thorns against his other palm. “I - uh. I don’t really know what to say.”

Ginny tucks herself closer. “That’s alright.”

If life, the world had been different, they’d still be here in Godric’s. The headstones would be bare, the little house wouldn’t be a bittersweet monument to a young couple’s sacrifice, the town wouldn’t be centered on a camouflaged statue…

As Harry bends down to place the flowers in the prickly grass, Ginny’s fingers brush over his temple. “I know it’s a dull thing to say but I do think they’re proud.”

His mind flashes to a clearing, dark and solitary save a handful of ghostly figures, and he knows she’s right. “It’s not dull. I - ” Ginny ignores his sniffle as he murmurs, “Thank you.”

That afternoon, he’s lying under the shade of a decades old hawthorn, feet bare and throat a bit dry, though he’s too lazy to care much. A rustle sounds from the direction of the house, and soon a shadow looms, icy water dripping on his forehead.

“This may be the most concentrated sunshower of all time,” Harry chuckles, eyes still lightly closed as he takes a deep breath.

Flowers .

Ginny snorts and nudges his ribs with her toes. “You’re welcome for the lemonade.”

“How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess,” she shrugs, settling down at his hip and taking a long sip from her own glass.

After a moment, he props himself against the tree trunk and lays his free hand on Ginny’s knee when he sees a little pile of wildflowers at her side. “What’re those - soap making time already?”

“Nah, just thought they looked particularly pretty today,” Ginny answers with a shrug, but she’s got that look. Not the blazing, ‘this is about to be a very enjoyable afternoon look,’ more like the Ginny’s ‘got a project and you might end up playing quidditch blindfolded’ type.

She fiddles with the petals for a few moments before lifting them into her lap, three blooms at a time.

Harry takes a drag from his lemonade. “So what’cha doing?”

“Weaving.”

“Weaving…?”

Nodding, Ginny continues her project, that little wrinkle he discovered on a sunlit afternoon forming between her brows as she focuses.

After a few minutes, Ginny nods and lifts the completed circlet gently in her hands and nestles it in Harry’s newly shorn locks. “There,” she frowns as a few curls lift in the summer breeze, “Luna’s are better - she’s teaching me.”

As Harry watches Ginny begin a second crown, his chest fills with the lightness of normalcy . His girlfriend - at least he hopes - lounging beside him in swaying grasses, tangy lemonade on his tongue, the bright summer sun warm overhead, it’s all something he’s never really known.

She started humming at some point, some slightly off-key rendition of what he believes is a Celestina Warbeck hit, and it’s overwhelming. The feeling of - of something he can’t quite put a name to. Not yet anyway.

But it’s a big, dangerous, wonderful something he’ll name someday. Soon.

And he’ll be here, Ginny too - they’ve got all the time in the world.

#blarg writes things #blarg writes euterpe #blarg writes hinny #harry x ginny #hinny #hinny fic #harry potter #ginny weasley #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry #ginny #euterpe 28

[todorokiscar]

Poppies & Sunflowers; A MiriTama Soulmate AU

Chapter One

Pairings: Mirio Togata x Tamaki Amajiki

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst, just a lot of happy love hours my guys.

Art: gif by @camilleto - Permission to use this gif was granted by the original artist.

A/N: Once again, everything from Mirio’s perspective is written by @montressor​ and everything from Tamaki’s is written by myself.  We hope you enjoy!  Find the information and masterlist for this fic here!

Poppies.

Tamaki had always been quiet, always kept to himself. He had grown up watching everyone around himself be covered in flowers. His parents, his family, his friends...and then there was him. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he thought about someone, no flowers would appear on them, boy or girl.

The people he was close to would always ask him to come hang out with them, but he just couldn’t. The flowers tucked in their hair, the flowers sprouting from their skin...it just reminded him of the thing he wanted most that, no matter how hard he seemed to try, he couldn’t get.

Tamaki began his time at UA already secluded, planning on continuing his normal schedule. Sit by himself, eat by himself, train by himself...it was a cycle. He walked the halls, hands tucked in his pockets and eyes on the millions of flower petals that covered the ground, stepping on them as he walked. ‘What if you never find yours? What if yours is already dead? What if-’

His thoughts were cut off by running into a large mass, pulling his already blushing face off of the ground and up towards the person he’d bumped into. “Sorry,” he started, making eye contact with the large blue eyes above him.

It felt like time stopped. And then, a poppy, white with a navy center, sprouting from the side of the other man’s neck. Then, the more he thought about it, more and more poppies. Across his shoulders, down his arms...poppies everywhere.

Tamaki panicked, eyes wide, turning away from the muscular blonde that he ran into and burying his face in his hands. ‘Stop thinking about him, stop thinking about him, stop thinking about him,’ to no avail. The more he thought, the more poppies sprouted on the poor, unsuspecting soul behind him.

~

It wasn’t that Mirio didn’t want to find the one just for him. He remembered finding it so fun to count the number of flowers on his dad’s arms and laugh when petals seemed to rain from the sky. His attention just always went towards a different route. If only because Mirio didn’t want to wait for something that may never come to pass.

Because no matter what, no flowers ever came off his skin. He tried to make tons of friends, meet as many new people on the street, but still nothing. Ever the optimistic one, all he could do was shrug off the emotional twinge of pain and move onto his training instead. If he didn’t have a soul mate, he had his hero work to push for. That’s what mattered.

It seemed like that was enough. Mirio told himself it was. For a long time he believed it. School was going to really push him to be greater than the rest! He had to focus.

Then the poppies came.

It was a slight bump against him, someone smaller than himself hitting his chest - and Mirio was quick to raise his hands and apologize. But the moment eyes met, something so interesting happened.

Poppies! All over him. The sensation was something so.. unique. It didn’t hurt, it was a soft breath of life like when your once asleep limb wakes back up. Bright blue eyes looked all over his arms as he saw the flowers, shock and amazement clear.

When it registered what it was, joy was clear on his face while Mirio set his gaze to the shy, blushing boy before him. “Hey..” He began, as he saw something so pure and bright poke out from the other man’s shoulder. A yellow, bright, sunflower. It was smaller than some, but still just as radiant.

The tingle on his shoulder pulled Tamaki’s attention, his hands coming down from his face almost instantaneously as he watched the sunflowers creep over his body.  He watched in awe, the other man’s words being completely ignored by him as indigo eyes marveled in the beauty that was the yellow petals unfurling from his skin.  

More would come, the more Mirio studied the other man. “...hey? Um. Are you okay? Did you hurt your face? I’m sorry, I should have been more careful.” As he spoke he saw more and more of the sunflowers.. and his heart seemed to leap in his chest.

He tentatively plucked one of the sunflowers off, scared that the others would fall off or stop growing entirely.  When he did, a slender thumb carefully raked across the petals, in awe of the softness.  It had happened.  It was happening.  He had a soulmate.  He wasn’t alone.  He was ignoring his soulmate.  He was ignoring his soulmate.

Tamaki whirled around to face the other man again, eyes inspecting him.  Tamaki had suspected that his soulmate would be another male.  He’d never really been all that attracted to girls no matter how hard he tried.  This guy was gorgeous.  A figure like some kind of god, beautiful blonde hair, and the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen.

They seemed to be total opposites. Mirio wanted to keep talking, to ask more questions, to get a name but came to a standstill when the other male turned around. Now, now he could get a better look at him. And he was not disappointed in the slightest. There even was a red blush came across the blonde's cheeks as he gazed down.

Shorter, but that was the case for all other students as Mirio was a tall one and something so unique about his stance. Adorable... handsome, with ears.. were they poking past his dark hair? Swallowing hard, the blonde found it incredibly hard to find his voice despite being the one who always knew what to say. Because for the first time he believed in love at first sight and the poppies were proof of it.

The more he stared at the man the more poppies and sunflowers appeared and Tamaki felt his eyes tear up.  He was loved.  Someone loved him.  He wasn’t sure why he did what he did next, but as the tears began to fall he extended his arms out towards the larger man, a silent plea to be held.  The first sunflower still in his hand.

Just as arms extend outwards, Mirio’s own mimic and in a wash of pure need for it - he pulls the dark haired male against his chest in a firm, warm embrace. Something screamed inside of him that this was authentic as if the flowers coming to his skin wasn't sign enough. He felt more poppies. Saw more sunflowers, even as he dipped his head and held the other tighter still. "It's you." Mirio managed to finally say, allowing himself to sound hitched and uneven. When he had seen the tears in the other's eyes, he was feeling them come to his own as they held one another.

He wanted to pluck the flowers from his body to save them, to tuck one behind those long ears, to get another good look at the face of the one he now knew to be his soulmate. Thankful wasn't the only word he came to, it was sheer bliss. "...you're so warm. This is nice... I have waited so long."

Tamaki clung to the larger man, the fingers of his free hand digging into his back as he buried his flushed face against the muscular chest.  He was openly sobbing, shoulders shaking as he clung to the one thing he thought he’d never get in a million years.  But it was here.  It was real and he was right in front of him.

The blonde’s words pulled more raw emotion from Tamaki, crying openly in relief and happiness as he felt his knees grow weak below him.  He had no clue if anyone else in the hallway was watching this happen and for once in his life he didn’t care.  He had his other half and that was all that mattered right now.

Once he finally begins to calm down, he can fully take in the amazing nature of the embrace.  “Y-You’re warm too.  R-Really warm,” he manages to get out, subconsciously nuzzling his face against the blonde.  “I’m sorry it took so long,” he speaks quietly, his voice a whisper against the other’s chest.

“I thought...I thought I was...”  Tamaki cut himself off, biting down on his lower lip in an attempt to control his emotions.  He had thought he was one of the select few in the world that never find their soulmates.  It happened, and it was rare, but Tamaki was convinced that with his luck he was one of the few.  A silent thank you was given to the universe as he realized just how wrong he was.

Somehow, the words ‘I’m sorry’ made Mirio tighten his embrace, trying to show through the touch that this other half of himself did not need to apologize for such things. They both had taken too long it seemed and Mirio wanted nothing more than to shout out how happy he was in this moment. “I thought so too..” Mirio had always been a chipper type of man, someone to be openly excited and bubbly around others - but this made him actually grow softer in his outgoing behaviors.

When Mirio lessens his grip, it’s to shift the other very gently away from his broad chest to gain another view over the tear streaked face. It was so charming, so pure to him. Hands reach up to cup at the reddened face as thumbs carefully, ever so softly brush away those tears which fell. He had his own overflowing now, but his smile was as bright as ever.

When the other pulls away, Tamaki lets out a small whine before his face is being touched, his tears being brushed away. The flush on his face could be blinding at this point and he leans his head into the large hand, reveling in the touch of someone else.

He sees the tears that were spilling down the other’s cheeks and reached a slender hand up, fingers brushing them lightly. That smile. Poppies were blooming all over the taller man like crazy as Tamaki’s mind ran wild.

“We have each other now.” He tried to make the other stop crying but knew it wouldn’t be so easy. They both thought themselves lost to the world without a mate. “I’m.. my name is Mirio Togata.” He can feel the sensations of new flowers blooming but it was something magical about it, soft, like butterfly kisses against his skin.

Tamaki nodded at the words, sniffling a bit as he brought the hand on Mirio’s face to rest on his chest. “Mirio...” he tried out the name on his lips, and he felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. “My name is Tamaki Amajiki.”

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[softmingis-archive]

first date

with yunho. for @yunhos-gf

you were fixing up your hair, last little touches to your outfit and looks before you headed out for the night. yunho had said he was going to come pick you up so you could go out, something special. he was insistent that you dress up, wear something nicer, even if you told him he really didn’t need to go all out for it. 

“but it’s our first date!” he had whined, his lips jutting out into a small pout. you had wanted to argue, but for some reason, the expression he gave you made it nearly impossible to do so. giving into him had become a habit at that point.

the chime of the doorbell pulled you from your thoughts. you pushed the image of yunho’s pout turning into a smile out of your mind, knowing full well that he was going to be at your door. grabbing a jacket and sliding it on, you rushed down the stairs, humming a soft tune under your breath. with your arms in the sleeves, you carefully pulled the door open, hoping you didn’t look as eager as you felt.

upon pulling the door open, yunho was standing there, a wide smile on his lips with his hands held behind his back. unable to help the wide smile, you beamed up at him before he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“i got this for you, too.” pulling his hands from behind his back, yunho offered you a single, large sunflower. for a moment, you stood there, blinking. he wriggled the stem, the large yellow petals waving to you. “are you gonna take it?”

you laughed, your fingers curling around the stem as you waved him inside, and you shuffled off to the kitchen to put the single flower in a vase with water. when you returned, yunho was beaming proudly. cupping his cheeks, you pulled him down to your level, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before murmuring against them. “you know, usually people bring roses or something like that.”

“i know! but you’re not a rose. you remind me of a sunflower. bright and happy and the center of attention!” yunho laughed, his hand slipping into yours. he tugged on your fingers, urging you to come with him while he lead the way. “now come on! everything’s all prepared. you ready for dinner?”

with a laugh, you agreed, feeling your heartbeat skip in your chest when you realized just why yunho chose a sunflower instead. walking with yunho, you fell into step next to him, thankful that he kept his stride short so that you didn’t get let behind by his long legs. your hands swung between you as you walked toward your destination. the two of you talked about how your days were, how the night life looked, anything that came to mind. with yunho, you were at ease.

he lead you to an unfamiliar building, taking the stairs to head up. at first, you thought there was some restaurant up on a higher floor, somewhere secluded and fancy. but as yunho lead you further up the stairs, you realized that wasn’t it. you were past all the floors of the building that would be something like that, and now you were heading up toward...

“tah dah!” yunho pushed the roof door open, and what you saw instantly stole your breath away. tinkling little fairy lights wove around a gazebo on the center of the roof, lighting the area perfectly. a table was set in the middle, complete with a vase of flowers and two plates ready to be served a meal. it looked like something out of a fairytale.

“yunho...” you barely spoke his name before he tugged you closer, wrapping you up in a hug. you dragged your gaze from the scene before you, breaking into a wide grin as he smiled down to you. “thank you. this is amazing.”

“i figured i should do something amazing for someone as amazing as you.” his voice was soft, a smile on his lips. he planted a chaste, happy kiss on your lips before nodding once. “now let’s eat!”

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[coolspringflorals-blog]

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[my9percent]

This is for the anon who asked for flowers and Linong ♥ I wanted to be slightly more creative with this one and so I hope you enjoy! I will be setting up a work in progress page soon to let people know that their requests have been seen. Also, I don’t publish asks with requests, so in the future, it would be helpful for people requesting on anon to provide a nickname so you’ll know it’s yours!

          You nervously smoothed down your skirt as you waited in the front of the classroom. Beautiful posters had been posted throughout the school, announcing the first meeting of the Flower Arrangement Club, but you weren’t sure how many had seen them, much less shown interest.

           The doors opened and a trickle of people began to file in. You smiled at them as they took their seats. The turnout was as stereotypical a crowd as you expected. They were all female, shy and had a delicate air to them. Once enough seats were filled and it appears that nobody else would walk in, you carefully unveiled the beautiful bouquets that you had brought, along with the stems of flowers that you would be using.

           “Welcome everyone to the Flower Arrangement Club. This has always been a hobby of mine growing up and so I wanted to share the skills with my peers.” Your speech sounded too formal but the nerves forced you to continue. You swallowed and decided that the best way to go about it was to use flowers. Your hands picked up a stem with a rigidly petaled stark white flower. “Edelweiss represents courage. Many look at it as a flower that isn’t very pleasing to the eye. It’s too white, and not delicately shaped. But sometimes in an arrangement, it is the very fact that the contrast is so severe that makes it all the more beautiful.”

           Your students leaned forward as you moved down the line to a mop-like bundle. “This is the purple hyacinth. And it represents-”

           Suddenly the doors flew open and a tall figure loped in from the entrance. He wore bright yellow and looked very abashed as he hurried into the empty corner seat. “Sorry,” he muttered as the room stared collectively at him.

           When you realized who it was, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up. The boy finally set his bag down and placed his full attention on you. “I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “Please continue.”

           Your eyes fell on the flower in your hand and you almost wished you had thought of a theme less poetic and more cheerful. “Sorrow, forgiveness and also regret. People look at flowers and see them as something beautiful, as something meant to represent love, happiness. But flowers also can be strength and sometimes, even the less perfect of human emotions.” You cleared your throat. “Today’s theme would be about finding positivity amongst your darkest demons.” Even just saying this now was embarrassing. It had been okay before he came in. But now you wondered if he thought you were being too fake, too overly deep.

           “Everyone can come up and grab the flowers they want. Each flower is labeled with their most commonly attributed meaning. And then we will discuss how to cut the stems and how to arrange in such a way that the flowers live longer.”

           One by one the members filed up to grab flowers and suddenly you were met with a dark shadow. “I think this theme is great.” You looked up and saw Linong smiling at you. “It’s really creative and I think for a first class, people really get to open up and get to know each other.”

          His praise shot straight to your heart and you couldn’t help but smile shyly. “Thanks. I had thought it would seem much too contrived.”

           “Not at all.” He looked thoughtful as he picked up the edelweiss. “I love the white against the dark colors.” He chuckled. “Oops. I’m holding up the line. I’ll talk to you later?”

           And just like that he was gone but took your attention with him. It was only when everyone was seated again that you forced yourself to stare at the center of the room and talk about using the knife to cut sideways into the stems.

           Later as you walked around the room, you found yourself drawn over and over to Linong’s bouquet. “I didn’t know you were interested in flower arranging.”

           He chuckled as he placed a burst of sage on the side. “I figured it was a way to get in touch with my inner creative fairy. And my mom is a gardener so I grew up with flowers. What about you?”

           Everyone was already leaving, bowing and thanking you for a great class and you couldn’t help but beam. You had started the club on a whim but the results on the first day made you excited. “Well, I guess I watched a lot of YouTube videos and decided makeup was too singular and DIY clothing took too much time.”

           The look he gave you had you giggling. “Really?”

           “No, of course not. I grew up with a mom with a green thumb too.”

           There was a polite knock on the door and you turned to see Linkai, one of Linong’s friends. He was shuffling a little awkwardly as he looked directly at his friend. “Come on, you’re going to be late to the basketball game.”

           There was a tiny twinge of disappointment when Linong immediately jumped. He carefully wrapped his bouquet and grabbed his bag, pulling it over his shoulder. “I totally forgot about the time. I’ll see you next time!” And like that he was off.

           You had always noticed the sunny boy who constantly smiled and charmed the teachers. He had been on your radar since freshman year. But you were always shy and he seemed too untouchable. Linong always had his share of admirers and you were more than okay being one of the more silent ones. But it has been three years of quietly watching from afar and who knew what awaited you in college. You looked at the pile of edelweiss sitting on the table and decided, it was time to be slightly courageous.

           You decided to communicate with him the way you knew best. You created a mini bouquet, carefully lining up the iris and then a chrysanthemum. A message for him to be happy throughout the day. You carefully placed the bundle in the cracks of his locker and then disappeared down the hallway.

           He saw the flowers and you saw him glance around the halls. You stayed pressed against the staircase door until he carefully placed the bouquet next to the one he had just made. “Whoa, Nong, did someone just get you flowers?”

           You blushed. It was so dumb of you. Who else in this school would be carrying flowers except you? It would be so obvious and suddenly you regretted everything as the newfound bravery all but evaporated. “It could be that girl in the flower club. She seemed really interested in hearing you talk.” Linkai was wiggling his eyebrows.

           Linong turned around so you couldn’t see what he said but you saw him shove the other’s shoulder. Disappointment filled you and you turned to go. It had been worth a shot, however cryptic.

           The next morning, however, when you went past his locker, you saw a post it note sticking out. You couldn’t control yourself and plucked it. I got your message. Have a happy day too! And he had drawn a smiley face. Your heart began to beat. So he had understood the symbolism behind the flowers. The fact that he hadn’t placed the post it on your locker gave you hope that maybe he didn’t really know who it was.

           Every day it became a ritual. You grew increasingly bold with your flower bouquets, providing him with bright lavender, gardenias, and peonies. Each time, you hid in the stairwell to see Linong gather the flowers, and his bright smile as he deciphered the new meaning and brush off his friends’ teasing words. Best of all, the next morning, you would find a note in the same pink paper as the first, acknowledging receipt.

           The club met once a week and Linong hasn’t showed up for the last two meetings. You knew it was because the basketball team was preparing for their season opener. So to keep away the disappointment, you found contentment in the daily exchange of gifts instead.

           There was a meeting the day before their first day and you had taken a leap of faith. In your bouquet this time, you included rosebud moss, the flower that represented confession. And then you included a note with your initials.

           At the end of the meeting, you were the only one left to clean up. The doors pushed open and you saw Linong standing in front of you, smiling widely, holding out a yellow sunflower. “For you,” he grinned. “And this,” and from his other hand, he held out ambrosias, reciprocated love.

           Your brain rapidly absorbed the meanings behind the two flowers and you stared dumbly at him. The fact that you liked him was clear but for him to say that he liked you back was stunning.

           Linong’s face fell slightly as his arm shook. “Were the flowers not from you?”

           “Th-they were,” you stuttered. You were still shocked and even though your mind was screaming at you to take the flowers, you found yourself frozen.

           “Then take his flowers! He had me hunting all over town for them and we had to cut the thorns off all of these,” a voice complained as suddenly the room filled with huge sunflower bouquets and the shadow of boys struggling to hold them.

           You recognized Minghao’s voice and Linong ran a hand across the back of his neck. “You spent so much time giving me flowers, I figured I’d do the same.”

           “Please,” you heard Linkai mumble from behind his plants. “My arms are about to fall off and we have a game tomorrow.”

           The humor broke your spell and you shyly took the sunflower from him. You reached behind you and presented him with hydrangeas, thanking him for the sweet gesture.

           “You’re welcome. You’re worth it.”

#chen linong #linong scenarios #idol producer #nine percent #nine percent scenarios #idol producer scenarios

[dispensemiracles]

(( I was so moved by Satoshi Kon’s ‘Millennium Actress’ I decided to do a drabble from Nozomi’s perspective and in my own interpretation ))

“What is your name?”

“I am Nozomi Tojo.”

She lifted her vein riddled hand and waved it stiffly toward the camera, as if the air itself pushed her back. The bright smile of a wide eyed school girl shaved sixty years off her face. In an instant, it fell, and the wrinkles descended like vultures picking a carcass. She sat straight on her sunken couch, ever patient. Her hair could no longer drape her lap as a grey bob cut. The interviewer crudely passed his fingers through his hair. His nervous sweat smoothed the loose strands as he coolly flipped through his notepad with a trembling hand. His heart pounded in his throat. He looked up at her, 

His breath hitched. For a moment meeting her eyes, he caught a glimpse of a youth with odd purple hair, pale untouched skin, and a calm gaze. A woman of a lifetime ago. From a memory. Her chuckling carried the amusement of a mother. It jolted his nerves to the present. Again, the graceful old woman stuffed in a patterned robe and shawl emerged. 

“There’s no reason to feel shy. I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable.”

“N-Not at all miss, it is an honor to speak with you! Thank you for agreeing to see us.”

He cleared his throat and recited his line by heart.

“Following your retirement and the disbandment of Muse, your group has continued to impact generations of idols since, despite several decades. What are your thoughts on such a persisting legacy?”

“At the time when we made music, it was always my wish to affect multitudes of strangers on a personal level. As long as I could accomplish the affection of the masses with my friends, anything felt possible.”

She put a hand on her chest, her smile was warm.

“It touches me deeply to have witnessed so many others follow our footsteps. Whether it was to imitate or for their own passions, I’m certain they felt the same joy we knew. The joy of working with one’s friends and making memories.”

The cameraman zoomed in and centered her to frame. The lens purred. Without hesitation, the interviewer continued. Her hands returned to crossing on her lap. 

“Have you ever considered a return to the stage in response to the requests of your fans?”

“I won’t deny a few passing fancies to relive the past. But I’ve since accepted it as just that, the past.”

As she spoke a spotlight shone on the stage of her conscious. From the shimmering surface of her lake of memories burst undefined figures. The roar of cheering nearly drowned the booming of catchy music behind them. One by one the blank figures were filled in by color, hair, and skin. They manifested the faces of friends long lost at the peak of their prime. The specters danced, parading their precise, graceful dips and turns. A dim yet familiar warmth swelled and blazed in her chest. For an instant youth returned to her veins by the buzzing of her blood. She closed her eyes, leaned back her head, and smiled. Wistfulness seeped into her words. 

“Oh but what a beautiful life it was.”

“Were there ever any tensions within the group?”

“Certainly, our beginning was rather rough. Much of the trouble came in rounding up members, and later I heard there’d been a spat in selecting a leader. We all know the end result now, but back then it was dire. There were even doubts about our ability to form Muse. I always had my faith, however. I suppose the only other difficulty was our decision to disband.”

“And what of the allegations of a relationship between yourself and group member Eli Ayase? Did they play a role in the disbandment?”

She stiffened. Her voice was firm. 

“No, never. It was our choice as Third Years to leave and pursue personal careers beyond high school. After that, the others followed out of refusal to continue without us.”

With jittery hands she reached toward her coffee table. A cup of steaming green tea sat on a porcelain saucer. As she picked it up, her grip loosened and her face widened in alarm. The interviewer rushed to push the cup toward her before it fell. He smiled in a neighborly way. She returned the gesture.

“Thank you.”

“Do you often manage alone?”

“Thankfully not, my dear daughter comes around often to keep company. Whenever it wouldn’t stress her, that is. She recently passed sixty this year. I could credit much of my contentment to her kindness. Occasionally she brings my granddaughters along too.”

“Truly she is a model for many! My sons have no time to visit in between work. It must be a great feeling to have sat grandchildren on your lap.”

“Those days are long gone. The girls are thirty nine now. They grew like bamboo shoots. Perhaps it was all the energy they were born with as twins.”

She took a sip and chuckled to herself.

“Elicchi and I would’ve certainly had our hands full if we’d raised twins.”

Tears slid down her face; she held the cup in her lap. Her shoulders quivered, and a droplet fell discreetly into her tea. She returned it to the table. With trembling hands she touched her cheek. The interviewer stiffened, his eyes widened. He leaned forward a little, at once curious but afraid. 

“Ms. Tojo are you alrigh-”

“I’m sorry, truly I am. Even saying her name these days makes something come over me.”

“Ms. Tojo, if you’d like we can stop filming for a moment, or even the day. There’s always tomorrow.”

“No...No, I...”

She wiped off her tears. A smile filled with joy and tinged by longing stretched on her lips. 

“I want to remember.”

She told him of her first training, of her first live bathed in sweat and applause. She spoke of Honoka’s proposal for an Idol Club, her rejection, her second attempt and her resolution. The passionate defiance in Honoka’s eyes still seared her brain with it’s heat, with the image of Niko’s reflection. She recited the lines to Maki’s song at her graduation and lit up recalling America afterwards. Her hands moved and gestured as if they were not a day older than seventeen. 

Her words painted a canvas as the film kept rolling. There came the laughter of joy at her first job, and despair dropping out of college. Slowly she reminisced the awkward shift when Eli finally shared her bed, their home. How it melted to tenderness and normalcy. In between came job training, her first house sold, her first break into company founding, the tears she cried when they traded the apartment for a mansion- the mortgage for cleared fees. 

The sunlight through the windows faded to sunset. A maidservant cleared the last empty tea cup from the table. She laid wrapped in a blanket on the couch; her eyes were closed peacefully in sleep. The interviewer gathered his stack of notebooks that spilled a life in full. He tucked them under an arm and wiped his brow with a handkerchief. Beside him, cameramen retrieved their equipment with efficiency. He bowed to the maid as she led them to the front door. 

Just as he stood at the room’s edge, he glanced toward Nozomi and smiled. It wasn’t long until the crew were herded outside. At the sound of the door closing she jolted awake. Her eyes found the returning maidservant who bowed kindly. They were both ancient enough to spin tales until the world ended. In this regard they silently saw one another as equal, no matter their past accolades. She put on no airs when she said,

“I think I’ll wander among the garden a while.”

“I shall do the dishes in the meantime.”

“You’re very kind.”

She watched her go before setting aside the cover and standing. There were still some things she’d manage herself. 

The dusk air was somewhat chill for mid July. She pulled her clothes tighter around herself. The path had grown winding with gentians, hydrangeas, azaleas, lilies, and the watchful sunflowers. Her feet strode along without wandering in a way only experience wrought. With her fingers she caressed the flower petals  like friends. The rich floral scent pouring around her formed a veil that stirred her memory. 

It carried her to the days her daughter played on the ground her feet tread. Like some specter returned to familiar haunts she could hear her laughter peel back the decades. Eli’s voice quickly followed innocently ‘Do you think these earrings match the lilies?’ ‘It reminds me of being a girl again.’ ‘Walking here always calms me.’

Tears pricked her eyes once more, a weight tugged at her heart. The echoes of her friends from years gone blended into a cacophony. 

‘Nozomi sure knows a lot.’ ‘You can be a headache, but...thank you.’ ‘One, two, three, four-pick up your feet Nozomi!’ ‘I love you.’ ‘We could only do this because of you-’

She covered her quivering mouth and caught the tears cascading down her face. She moved forward one step, then two. Reaching out an arm her fingers slid against the sunflowers. Her knees hit the paving stones. A stab of pain jolted up her legs. She rolled onto her side, her teeth clenched, her eyes squeezed shut. A dry laugh fell from her the way a door creaks as she saw the sky. Dusk began to set; the clouds swirled into each other. On her back sighed and listened, absorbing the stillness of encroaching night. The pain became a tingle.

It was then they came. The voices leapt from the winding halls of her memory into galloping specters once more. Their faces were conjured as immortal youths holding fast to their prime for the gift it was. The gift it had been and the gift it remained. They needed no introductions, for she knew their names easier than her own. A smile took hold of her.

“Hello.”

They waved and laughed without sound, examining her with wonder. Their feet never touched ground but hovered. In another life she’d have watched spellbound as if beholding that which shouldn’t be. Now she fought a snort to find it was indeed as expected. Her eyes darted around, counting. One, two, three, four-

Then she found her.

It hit like a truck barreling down muddy roads; the way an autumn air chilled the lungs. She had remembered with painful clarity Eli’s smile. She could recount it’s image, but it’s power commanded her name. Her words failed along with her thoughts. Eli pointed beyond Nozomi’s head toward the horizon she couldn’t see. She attempted it, however, and found her eyes stinging at the back of her head. Then, she saw the edge of Eli’s hand reaching for her. There was no hesitation when she took it. 

The others helped stand her up. Their touch was neither hot nor cold, not even warm. It was lighter than air, as inconspicuous as a whisper. What remained of the pain vanished. Soon she returned on her feet. She was led aimlessly along the path again without conversation. What remained of her tried and true rationale begged to pry. She silenced it as she absorbed the figures of her memory, pulled into a gale of joy she couldn’t articulate. 

Step by step she plod along until the group released her. They joined together in a parade that rose and made her crane her neck to follow. She watched them begin to line up and dance, Honoka at the lead. All broke into a routine of twisting limbs and graceful posing. Eli continued to watch her with an enamored fondness as if it were her single emotion. Her eyes grew puzzled, her breaths faster. The concert moved with purpose, quickening and lifting higher. 

Anxiety seized her chest, wiggling its vines around her pounding heart. Goosebumps rose up and down her limbs while her eyes widened. Without thinking she threw out her hand. 

“Wait! Wait no come back!”

She forced her stiff joints to move like cracking rust off worn gears. They were no different from dragging bleeding comrades to safety; crawling them away, if it came to that. Her legs and arms pumped even as her muscles wore to the bone. The first true sweat she’d worked in decades dripped down her face. She kept her head painfully up and found them no longer dancing. Now they smiled and sped beside her. Their bodies fluttered like falling petals, weightless. Some part of her intuition sensed this had been their goal. In the same instant, she decided it didn’t matter.

Her vision grew bleary and her fingers to strain. Her ears were dimly aware of her swelling heartbeat that bordered on dangerous. It didn’t matter, she thought, while the look of a desperate child darkened her. 

She lunged toward them.

Eli caught her before she fell. With a gentle tug she pulled her close; their noses touched. When she looked down to secure their grip, a gasp stole her breath. The skin of her hands was smooth, the gnarled veins vanished. A new weight draped over her shoulders and down her back. She glanced to the side to find the purple hair she hadn’t known since she was in her forties. Realization settled comfortably in her eyes, nestled in her grin. She squeezed Eli’s hand and at last felt warmth. 

“Sorry I kept you all waiting.”

They found her body nestled among the violets. The dew on the petals made her skin glisten and her smile youthful. When the maid had tapped her arm, it was still warm, and remained so even at the wake. Her expression had been eager, as if embarking on adventure. 

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  Blossom, oh flower of rebirth

  Bloom, oh lotus   Echo for a thousand years   Resonate in every second

  The distant past  

  The distant present  

  Even tomorrow is here   The Golden days come all at once – if you, who have forgotten, awaken               Like a metaphor, it reflects the present of the stars that sail in parallel,                 With all of you recorded in this field where flowers bloom at random  

R.I.P. Satoshi Kon, thank you for a decade of movies and animation that resonated with the human spirit in all ways and forms 

#drabble #OOF TEN THOUSAND YEARS LATE #even after months im always never sure if what i wrote is good #OK to reblog

[withering-the-comic]

prologue : pages 1-10  |  posting schedule

[image description for vision-impaired readers below the cut]

PAGE ONE

A still lake, woods lining the distant shore. The day is bright, and the trees reflect on the water. The image is overlaid with the location: Bayfield, Wisconsin.

Elsewhere on the same lake, a boathouse and pier extend out onto the water, and a sailboat floats nearby, sails furled out of view. On a far-off shore is a lighthouse, partially obscured by the haze of distance.

Away from the water, situated on a busy street of the Bayfield town center, is a shop with a domed conservatory roof and more windows than walls. Music floats out onto the street, past the eclectic display of potted plants and flowers set up along the sidewalk.

Through the windows, past the painted sign that reads WINCHESTER FLOWERS & PLANTS, is the faint silhouette of a tree.

PAGE TWO

Inside the shop. Three planter trays sit on a countertop, each holding a collection of labeled seedlings. Among the lavender and marigolds, a few unusual flowers are sprouting. Their names, according to the labels, are just as unusual as their flowers: Mary, Tuesday Afternoon, Pie, and Sammy’s Attitude.

On the wall, a pinboard displays an assortment of newspaper clippings and pictures;

A business card for a coffee shop called Elevenses, printed with a picture of a steaming cup of coffee.

A polaroid photo of Dean grinning at the camera while hugging an equally cheerful Charlie, marked Dean & Charlie 2007.

An old newspaper headline that reads “APPLE TREE GROWING IN THE MIDDLE OF WINCHESTER’S SHOP IS NOW 200 YEARS OLD!”

A certificate of appreciation from the local preschool, thanking Winchester Flowers & Plants for their generous donation–carrots given to feed the preschool’s pet bunnies.

A pizza menu with the vegetarian option crossed out. A frowny face has been drawn beside it for good measure.

A child’s simple drawing of a man holding a bunch of flowers beside a tree, labeled Mr Winche Dean.

Another polaroid photo of Dean giving Sam a noogie while Sam grimaces, marked 1999.

A series of instructional images for the care of flowers.

A business card for Benjamin Lafitte, local handyman.

And finally, another, more recent newspaper clipping that reads:

For the tenth consecutive year, Winchester Flowers and Plants has taken the top prize in the statewide Blossom Awards. Consumers and horticultural experts from all over Wisconsin placed their votes at the Garden Expo held in Madison this February, with the award presented in-store over the weekend.

The family-owned shop has been a much-loved part of the Bayside community since the village was first established in 1911, and has been handed down through generations of the Winchester family. Currently run by 37 year old Dean Winchester, who took over the shop fourteen years ago, Winchester Flowers and Plants has become something of a local attraction.

“And it’s not just my winning smile,” Mr Winchester jokes. “We’ve got one of the oldest apple trees in the United States growing right here in the middle of the store. She’s well over two-hundred years old, and still going strong.”

When we asked what he planned to do with the prize money, he told us a small portion was earmarked for celebratory pie, while the remainder would be donated to the newly established Bayside Fire Service.

Mr Winchester extended congratulations to the runners up. Cuevas’ Garden in Madison came in second, while Tracy’s in downtown Milwaukee took third place.

Sitting on the countertop in front of the pinboard is a white coffee mug, printed with a hand throwing the rock and roll devil’s horns gesture. The hand is surrounded by flowers, and beneath it are the words “HEAVY PETAL.”

Musical notes float over the page, and the lyrics to Led Zeppelin’s Ramble On are overlaid in white text.

“Got no time for spreadin’ roots, the time has come to be gone—“

PAGE THREE

Dressed in jeans and a black AC/DC t-shirt, Dean Winchester stands to the left of the frame, facing away. His right arm is tattooed with a simple pattern of flowers and leaves.

The apple tree described in the newspaper clippings stands to the right, growing tall in the middle of the shop, branches spreading wide.

In front of Dean is a work bench, on which a number of potted plants sit. Most prominent is a vine in a dark ceramic pot, marked with the slogan “I Heart Doctor Sexy”

Musical notes float over the page as Dean listens to Led Zeppelin and talks to the vine, encouraging it to grow.

Dean: C’mon, sweetheart. Just a couple of leaves.

Gently, he curves his hand through the vine. Golden wisps of magic swirl around his fingers.

PAGE FOUR

Responding to the magic, the vine—Doctor Sexy from here on out—rapidly grows. Its leaves shoot outward, and it reaches up to touch Dean’s face with more affection than a plant should be capable of. Dean smiles, pleased.

Dean: That’s my girl.

As he speaks, a leaf detaches from the apple tree behind him. It floats slowly down, down, down, to finally land on Dean’s shoulder. It is withered. Dry. Dead.

Dean turns to look at the apple tree in alarm.

PAGE FIVE

Dean stares at the tree, eyes are wide and anxious as he remembers…

The woods of Bayfield, a very long time ago.

In the center of a clearing, Dean—around four years old–stands beside his mother, Mary. She’s dressed in a long, flowing gown. Young Dean is wearing handmade clothes, stitches visible along the seams.

Growing from the earth before them is a young apple tree.

Young Dean: Nuh-uh, this can’t be my tree.

Mary: Why not?

Young Dean: It’s so tiny!

Mary: Give it time, love. Someday it’ll be as big and strong as you, but first you need to help it grow.

Young Dean: Like I helped the sunflower?

Mary: Just like the sunflower.

Young Dean crouches in front of his apple tree, studying it carefully as magic weaves between the leaves.

Mary: Your tree is special Dean. It’s a part of you, so no matter what, you must always listen to what it tells you.

Young Dean: Okay.

Peering through the leaves in awe, young Dean watches the tree grow.

PAGE SIX

Back in the present, just as Mary predicted, the tree is tall and strong. The shop’s tiled floor has been carefully built around the base of the thick trunk, now engraved with Dean’s initials, and the tree’s branches reach up toward the high-domed ceiling. On all sides, countless plants and flowers flank the tree, making the shop feel like a lush forest.

Dean doesn’t notice the glossy leaves and bright flowers of the other plants.

He doesn’t notice the apple tree’s branches still spread wide.

He only has eyes for the dozens of leaves that are dying, dry and shrivelled where they grow. What might be normal for a regular tree is far from it here. This is not just any apple tree.

Dean’s hands spark with magic as he begins to panic.

Dean: No, no, no, no, please—

PAGE SEVEN

Desperate, Dean sends ripples of magic into the tree, pressing his palm to the trunk as he tries to bring the dying leaves back to life.

Dean: Fuck, please— I’m not ready for this. Please.

PAGE EIGHT

As he presses his hand more firmly against the tree, magic flows outward, spreading like veins of golden light through the cracks and crevices of the bark. His hand begins to glow, brighter, brighter, until—

PAGE NINE

—it flares in a blinding burst that radiates outward, obscuring all from sight. The light fades as Dean begs for it to have worked.

Dean: Please, please, please, please, please—

But the leaves are unchanged.

Dean: Dammit.

PAGE TEN

Dean stands beneath his tree, the shadow of its dying branches stretching ominously toward his own across the floor as he stares helplessly. As he watches, another leaf breaks free and falls.

It drifts slowly down to land at his feet, hitting the tiled floor far too gently for something so dreadful.

Dean is silent and afraid.

His tree is withering.

#destiel #destiel fic #destiel art #destiel comic #deancas #deancas fic #deancas art #deancas comic #supernatural au #urban fantasy au #horror author castiel #flower shop owner dean #fantasy elements #withering #full prologue #apologies for the mess wrt to posting

[wasabi-duck]

florist jimin

these are so generic but i wanted to do it so yolo

okay so jimin

our boy jimin

he works at a lil flower shop down on main street

okay so here's some visuals

so it's this little shop tucked away between a restaurant and like a public office

it has a giant awning and an old wood door that makes it seem like a gate into a fantasy world

in the windows sit not only roses and lilies and daisies but also like cacti and ferns and vines too so is obviously not just flowers, but every plant you can imagine

the inside is super tiny so it's like flowers are practically growing from every nook and cranny to make the most of all the possible space

and when the seasons change, the plants offered change so like in spring it's obviously flowers all around and you can't make a turn without ramming into a sunflower

and in winter it's all succulents and cacti and it's like a fairy garden

there's always some classical music playing and sometimes there's like off celtic music playing too just soft non vocal music

jimin was actually the one who suggested the music because he's like we can't talk to all the plants all seconds of the day and they're going to get lonely if they don't hear anything!! so we have to play them some music so they feel better!!! and so yes there's always music playing in the background

the walls are gray blue and there's wind chime hanging from the ceiling always and every time it step inside you're transported to another world

you just moved into a new apartment and you're like it's so dark and cold in here and i hate it and i need something to make my world better

you hear of this little flower shop down the street so you bundle up and decide to go explore

it's easy to spot

you head inside, and the little bell above the door tingles and jimin is the one at the counter

he's singing to some of the lil cacti so he doesn't really notice you standing there and so you kinda just watch and listen

and his voice is so beautiful you're like what is he doing here when he should be on the radio

jimin finally notices you and he gets all embarrassed and he immediately stops singing when he sees you and he coughs and straightens up and fixes his apron

“oh hi i'm- i'm jimin!!” he waves shyly and his cheeks are redder than the roses

you smile and introduce yourself but you guys don't talk after that because jimin is too embarrassed to say anything

and you think he's super duper cute and you don't wanna seem weird by talking more so you just meander around and look at all the other plants

it's not awkward with the music playing in the background but it's cute??

because like you keep peeing at jimin from behind the sunflowers and he keeps glancing over at you when your back is turned

he eventually whips out his phone and texts the bangtan group chat and is like uh help i have seen the cutest angel in the world

and hoseok is like :D wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and yoongi is like lmao but hoseok is here with us uhhh

but namjoon is all supportive like plz just say hi and tae is like no that is noT ENOUGH-- drop your number

jungkook and jin are seeing who can send the most naruto memes :/

jimin thinks that he'll end up regretting it if he doesn't say anything to you though so he takes a deep breath then walks over to you

“so is there anything you're looking for in particular?” he asks and you jump a little because you didn't realize he was standing there

“oh um…” you brush your fingers over some peonies “well i moved into a new apartment and it's so dreary and i just wanted something to brighten my room…”

“well i mean… not like you have to take my advice but gerberas are really pretty. you could make those your center pieces.” jimin smiles and points to some large red flowers “they always make me smile”

your eyes widen and you smile excitedly “oh those are beautiful… i think i'll take those…”

you hurry over to them and jimin follows along patiently while you pick out your favorites

you're not making a bouquet so jimin doesn't talk about the greens and other flowers you typically add to make a complete set

but then he realizes that like uhh you're gonna leave now

“you should come back next week, we're having a sale.” he blurts out after ringing you up

you blush heavily but nod “of course… i'll need something new by then, so think for me okay!!”

it becomes a weekly tradition to go into the flower shop and every week jimin has a new flower for you to take home

and as the weeks go on you spend more and more time chatting with jimin and one night you even stay until close because you and jimin get lost in your conversation

jimin always gives you flowers for free too like sometimes you'll get an order of daisies and he'll slip in lily for you

or you'll get a ferns for the week because you need some green and jimin is like well these white carnations are going to rot if someone doesn't take them soon so you can have them!!!

and succulents!!! he admits to you that he named them all and he's like they're my children…

and that day you find one that's really long and spindly and you're like this is so opposite jimin omg cute…

and you're like,,, “this one can be our shared child.”

and jimin gets all red and he hides behind his hands and he's like !!! “our what!!!!!”

“our child?? his name is johnny, we're the proud parents obviously…”

and soon you two are both giggling and joking about your new little family…

all the other works know jimin is like in love with you….

but he's too shy to say anything like you're just a customer and he just needs to get back to reality, you're just being nice to him….

but his boys are like lol jimin plz you're the whole package you need to make a move!!!

but jimin is so shy and so cautious that he doesn't want to upset you or ruin your relationship because you guys are like… friends

and you like come in every day so it would be weird if you didn't!!!!

but one day you actually don't---

and jimin is pacing because they're about to close and where are you?? and everyone is teasing him because he has a crimson amaryllis waiting for you… but you're no place to be found

he shakes it off and thinks you must be busy,,, but he goes home with a heavy heart because he was looking forward to seeing you and your beautiful smile and bright eyes,,,, and hear your cute laugh,,,

but the next day you don't come in either?? you're gone??

jimin panics and he assumes that maybe you're upset with him or something and that day he doesn't sing to the flowers and he just stares out the window, glumly waiting for you

it's like all the flowers wilt when you're not around and jimin swears that it's because you're not there to brighten their day…

one of the other workers is like why don't you check on them…

and jimin is like thats weird---

but then jungkook, that little brat, tells jimin that he's heard from some mutual friends that you've been sick!! like super duper sick and haven't left your apartment!!

and jimin is like what--- how do you know and jungkook is like i have their number lol we're bros now

and jimin is whAT!!!!!!!!!!

jungkook is all like you should bring them some flowers on your day off or something idk just an idea or something…

and jimin is like yes i will

jimin doesn't have a car, he has a bike, an old rickety bike with a big basket in front

he fills the basket with a variety of flowers and ferns, to include a bouquet of roses and your son johnny

there's a bunch of your favorites too!! jimin knows all your favorites and brought them along

and he's pedaling down the street as fast as his legs will pedal him and as he does some petals fly into the air!! and it's kind of cute like it's a very sunny day and he has all these flowers and he's peddling down the street to come and make your day

jungkook told you to make your way downstairs so you assumed jungkook (who you don't know is jimins bestie) would be coming to bring you soup or something

you're standing at the entrance to you apartment, huddled in seven quilts and still wearing your favorite pajamas

you squint because you see someone coming and then to your surprise it's not jungkook, it's jimin, on his bike

your brows furrow but then you acknowledge that yes, yes that's actually jimin and your heart starts to run a marathon in your chest

jimin brakes and then parks his bike against a tree

he grabs all the flowers in his arms and hurries over to you

before you can even speak he shoves them all in your arms

“jungkook told me you were sick and so i brought all your favorites and i hope you don't think this is weird, but i'm sure you were feeling lonely and i thought all of these might cheer you up or something!!!” and he's rambling now because he's so embarrassed and he realizes that damn this is a lot of flowers…

but you smile so wide and even though you're absolutely sick, you're glowing… like jimin hasn't seen anything brighter

you hug all the flowers to your chest and you go to say thank you but jimin suddenly runs back to the bike

he comes back holding johnny and he's like “ahh i forgot this one…”

and you're so touched you could almost cry but now isn't the place and time and you don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of jimin

you go to say thank you but then you sneeze and jimin is like !!!! is it that the flowers and you're like shhh no i'm just sick these are amazing

and he gets all smiley and he does the eye smile thing and he shoves his hands in his pockets all sheepish and shy “it was nothing…”

and he gets all embarrassed so he's like uh i gotta go hoseok and yoongi and jin and i are having game night i'll see you soon okay???

and you're like okay… bye chim

and his heart skips a beat because um chim?!

okay but you head inside with all your flowers and you're like wait… red roses… i've never gotten roses from him…

and you're like well uh… google

and then you look it up and uh… this can't be right i thought they were generic romance flowers because they were pretty…

so you're like is it coincidence or

or does jimin…

like me???

and you stare at the screen for what be hours upon end and you don't know whether to laugh or cry because jimin just admitted his feelings!!! or at least you think he did!!!

and you're like spinning around and you're holding the roses close to your chest and when you go to bed that night you keep the baby succulent and roses on your bed with you…

once you feel better you head into the shop and jimin just watches you because yes he confessed but like… he doesn't know if you saw that… or realized it so he stays silent and he kind of ignores you almost at first…

you have a plan though

you go through the store and when you find what you want

you slam it down on the counter, waking jimin from your thoughts

“ambrosia.” you smile. “it means returned feelings. or at least… i think it does…”

you purse your lips but jimin just stares at you and you're like oh uh maybe i misread the situation--

“i get off in an hour- come back and maybe we can get some coffee…??”

and yes you get coffee and you raise a succulent family and he gets you a new flower bouquet every day cause he loves you...

#park jimin #jimin #bts jimin #jimin scenarios #jimin scenario #jimin fluff #jimin imagine #bts fluff #bts scenario #bts scenarios #bts #bangtan boys #bangtan fanfic #bangtan text #bts fanfic #bts imagines

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

Yandere! Googlepliers x chubby reader

Warning: GORE.

Chaos.

So much burning.

Smoldering, smoky buildings, streets covered in bloody corpses. A woman's head twisted at an odd angle, her eyes ice cubes as they stared at you, her mouth opened into a frozen scream.

Walking down the road, you shuddered, holding yourself, almost as if trying not to fall apart.

Your foot steps echoed, bouncing off alleyways and jagged skyscrapers, whose metal interiors now exposed, reminded you of broken bones. Blood littered the streets like bright red watercolor, while organs, scattered like rose petals and party streamers, lay exposed on grey sidewalks and hung from lamp posts.

Gagging, your breathing grew heavier as you turned a corner, seeing a baby's head hanging by its spinal cord like a twisted piñata from a store front, it's eyeball clinging onto a pink string as it dangled from its eye socket.

Oh.. oh.. oh god.

No, no, your boys— couldn't.. couldn't do this!

You ran past the store, and ran past an apartment building. You ran past an alleyway, a library, caught in the maze. Trapped like a rat. Turning left and right frantically.

They couldn't do this.

          They couldn't do this.

They changed,

          they changed.

You kept passing dead bodies. The smell of burning metal and flesh haunted the air. The streets covered in a blanket of broken glass, and the buildings that remained intact almost had all broken windows and doors. Cars had been turned upside down and squashed like a wads of construction paper.

Everything silent.

Except for the eerie and distant noise of sirens, echoing throughout the city. You didn't notice at first. Too caught up in the violence. Now, you heard them, and ran towards them.

        Your boys couldn't do this.

The boys who loved blue and green and red and yellow. Whose colors always reminded you of wildflowers.

         They couldn't.

Prime, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this.

Oliver, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this.

Rowan, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this.

Conan, who you loved with all your heart couldn't do this.

Running, you turned a corner, getting closer to the noise. Where is everybody? Could they really murder an entire population? They couldn't— could they?

Desperate, you pushed yourself faster. You passed a man with his chest gouged out. Someone had their hands torn off and stuck up their— you wished you hadn't seen that.

A girl lay crumpled on the side walk, her pigtails pulled off, and her face smashed in.

Too many bodies to count.

All of them, chopped up like vegetables, and torn up like dolls in the jaws of a dog.

So much violence. So much destruction.

The sirens screamed for you to keep running. Why did you stop, they asked. You hadn't even noticed you stopped, until you heard your breathing, and felt you legs shaking like plates stacked too high, your whole body ready to break.

You stopped right in front of the little girl, staring at her carnage.

You caused this.

You gave them admin permission, or whatever it was called— you gave them autonomy! And they waited, they waited and bid time and gained your trust, waited till you loved them, till you let your guard down. Then, like a viper, they bit.

Sinking to your knees, the sirens faded as your breathing increased, filling your ears.

You touched the body, it was stiff, cold.

The skin was an odd color, and maggots crawled in every crevice— in her nose, where they twisted, a hive feasting on her flesh.

How long had she been here?

How long had they all been here? You looked around, and touched her again, squeezing her arm. It wouldn't move. Rigor mortis.

Then, you went down, and squeezed her leg. The whole body stiff. Every inch. Your eyes widened in horror as you realized— these bodies had been here for around six hours. Yes, you remembered, rigor completely set in after six hours.. why did you know that? Some class from high school? A book? A documentary?

Panic set in more as you got up, and staggered towards the noise.

   They couldn't do this.

Prime, who loved technology and loved to study space, couldn't do this.

Oliver, who loved to study psychology and how humans worked couldn't do this.

Rowan, who read so many books, going through them in hours, couldn't do this.

Conan, who loved to study biology and evolution couldn't do this.

Your boys, your loves, couldn't do this.

They couldn't.

They couldn't.

They couldn't.

They couldn't.

Your shoulders shook as you entered the center of town, full of cafés, bookshops, tea shops, and cute ritzy restaurants all covered in dried blood. People lay dead on chairs, and some held books, others held shopping bags, or cell phones.. all of them stopped. Frozen in time. Like a clock who's gears got stopped up with ice.

The sirens loomed closer, and, taking another glance at the bodies, you continued walking.

You passed a green and white bookstore, you took a turn down a street, full of bodies, bodies stuffed together like sardines. So much blood. Blood the color of rust and bricks. It scattered everywhere. Everywhere, every street sign and store front. No one was spared.

You continued further, legs shaking, throat dry.

The sirens screamed louder. Bursting like red and blue fireworks in your ears. You saw the police cars, white covered in scarlet, in dead bodies.

So many.

Heads twisted, noses punched in, stomachs full of holes.

You couldn't call out their names, you couldn't. They scared you too much. Each name a monster, shadows that cut.

Your boys couldn't have done this.

Shakily, walking closer to the carnage, you leaned on a police car, panicking. Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked slowly. Corpses bleeding into your eyes as you heard the buzzing of flies.

    You screamed.

             You collapsed.

                        More bodies.

Corpses piled up in a heap, you saw your boys, dragging the corpses, like stiff statues, across the pavement.

They turned towards you, eyes wide as they dropped bodies.

"Darling?" Asked Oliver, yellow as a sunflower, and soft as one as he stepped towards you.

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