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i see the tv screen display a cliché of

high school sweethearts and

the dramatics of a first break up.

and secrecy is supposed to be in the past,

yet i can’t help but feel it

echoing throughout my present soul.

i never danced with someone

that I was infatuated with

at some drunken high school party.

i never celebrated over a candlelit dinner

in a teenage romance way;

new and awkward and electrifying.

i watched my peers

celebrate connection and discover love

and i couldn’t help but feel envy.

others tell me i have time and

to chalk it up to lack of an open-mind, but

i still wish for that childish life.

i wish i didn’t have to choose between

the pride of my queer identity and

the experiences of childhood love.

“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.”

Leo wasn't a vocal person at all, his closed circle knew how it wasn't easy for him to express his feelings through words. Everytime he tried to talk the words would get stuck in his throat making him feel nauseous. Instead Lionel preferred to sulk in his own room alone. Even tho Luis knew Leo liked being alone, this time he wouldn't let that happen. Luis hated seeing his dearest friend suffering like that. He hated seeing him grieving alone. An idea came to mind, to ease Leo's pain and make him get over the other man.

Leo thought it was the most stupidest thing he had ever heard. Nonetheless, he tried it without telling Luis of course. Luis would know anyway, but not now.

For a start he sent a huge beautiful bouquet of lilies, with no notes attached and no name on it. He knew there was a big possibility for Neymar not to receive his flowers, nevertheless he didn't care. He sent them and wished for the best.

The next day, while stalking Neymar's Instagram stories, skipping his pictures in the Paris saint Germain kit, they made Leo feel horrible. The last story was a photo of the bouquet he sent, with a text saying “Obrigado meu amado fã! mas por que lírios?„

A very smart and genuine question from Neymar, Leo didn't expect the younger to ask such a question, he was genuinely impressed Neymar caught what he was trying to do.

As the articles he read on Google said, lilies symbolize grief and loss. Lilies couldn't express his feelings better, Leo was grieving the departure of his loved one. It wasn't easy for him, it wasn't easy on the rest of the team but he suffered the most. He felt like a part of his soul left his body when the other left with little to no explanation.

Lilies were the perfect flowers for their current situation, for Leo they meant mourning but for Neymar it meant rebirth.

It took Leo awhile to think about his next bouquet of flowers. He was still trying to understand how he felt about Neymar. He wasn't mad anymore, he was confused on why Neymar left in the first place. He was confused and lost in his own head thinking about Neymar and his unexplained reasons. Finally Leo chose, he chose sending basil.

Suarez found choosing basil was funny, the only thing he knew about basil was they were used in food. “Sending him ugly basil? No wonder why he left.” He joked, trying to lighten up the mood a bit but it made Leo more irritated, sometimes Suarez got on his nerves. “Basil are holy and sacred, they aren't just for cooking Luis.” he said, organizing the flowers, trying to make them look pleasing. He knew the younger wouldn't find them that amusing but he wanted to send a message and he hoped Neymar would receive it. “They are for good wishes. ” He explained, even tho he was still hurt about Neymar's departure, he wished everyday Neymar would have a good career in Paris. As much as he hated Neymar's new club, he always prayed Neymar could shine there just as he did at Barça.

Neymar said he would use them for cooking on his Instagram stories, which made Leo think how Neymar and Luis were so alike. Both were stupid enough. Maybe the idea of expressing his feelings with flowers wasn't the brightest but he did feel better after sending them, they made him connect with his feelings and tell Neymar his unspoken words.

Leo thought so hard about his next ones, he wanted something beautiful yet screamed his deep devoted feelings for Neymar. red chrysanthemum were the winner. They were so bright red, almost made Leo blind by how bright they were. They screamed love and passion, Leo was still in love, deeply in love and what was better than bright red flowers to show how madly in love he was. “Do you ever think Neymar will guess who send flowers to him?” a genuine question he always had on his mind since starting this. At first he was okay with Neymar not knowing who sent those, but with every bouquet, he wanted Neymar to know about his feelings, still he wasn't ready to reveal himself.

Neymar got injured, a nasty tackle injured him badly, making him miss lots of important matches. Leo's heart was torn, he hated how players hurt Neymar in order to stop him. It wasn't Neymar's problem he was so good and players didn't know how to stop him from doing amazing on the pitch. What made Leo more devasted was how he wasn't there to help his little boy, he wasn't there to comfort him, hug him and whisper sweet words to him to try and ease his pain. Luckily he had a way to show his support to the younger.

Gladiolus meant strength and faithfulness, Leo knew how strong Neymar was. He faced lots of injuries yet he never lost his faith. He was strong, determinant to get better for himself and his fans. He always got back stronger than ever, Leo was always speechless by Neymar. Everything about him made him in loss of words.

Neymar wasn't surprised by the flowers no more, instead he started to think it wasn't a random obsessed fan sending him bunch of different flowers, it was a letter, especially for him. His injury gave him time to rest and think about the flowers he was receiving. He started by searching the names of the flowers and it's symbolism. diving in different articles, he never thought flowers could mean too much. He almost guessed who sent them, nonetheless he preferred being in denial till the other gather the courage and reveal himself.

Leo never thought seeing Neymar again on the field would make his heart go warm and his stomach feel tingly. For him it was the most beautiful sight to be seen. Neymar was back from his injury, showing off his skills and playing gracefully on the field. Leo was proud of his boy. A big blue salvia bouquet was sent, with a short letter and words of encouragement. He knew by now Neymar would have guessed who sent him all these different flowers.

One day Leo woke up, a bouquet of yarrow flowers on his doorstep with a letter attached.

“I am more courageous than you Leo, I love you in spite of everything. I'm sorry.”

Yarrow flowers are a symbol of bravery, courage and everlasting love.

And Luis's idea backfired.

by @ravensim

Tagged by @ravensim

⇢A/N: my mind is peaceful again, this was the other idea I was talking about.

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader.

Genre: fluff - comedy

Summary: it’s easy, if someone’s dare to hurt your friend, they will gain your hate, and Oikawa Tooru deserves to be hated.

Source: [Gusari] Tōasa no fuchi.

You were pissed, after having a long FaceTime call with your best friend, that was basically her crying and telling you how she thought her relationship with Oikawa Tooru was fine, the volleyball captain “broke up” with her, in quotes because that trash told your best friend “oh but I never asked you be my girlfriend”.

Back to reality and the day after the call you were ready to give Oikawa a lesson, you were a third year too, but he wasn’t your classmate, and sometimes you saw him in the cafeteria with Iwaizumi Hajime, while every, most likely almost, girl at school was crazy for Oikawa you thought that Iwaizumi was more like an ideal type of boyfriend, he was a nice guy, intelligent, know how to solve things with useful solutions and the bonus, he was handsome.

“Iwaizumi is more interesting than Oikawa but you’re not ready for his conversation”

“Aaawww no (y/n) you are just sleeping at Oikawa’s b-“

“Ew”

Now you and your group of friends were outside the gym, were Oikawa fans were waiting for him, you were in front of your friends, and to be fair with them, they thought you were only to diss Oikawa, everything verbal, but the thing you did was more.

With Oikawa arriving next to a pissed Iwaizumi, and all because of the setter actitud of staying with his fans, they needed to go to practice and “trashykawa” was “busy”.

With no control about your actions you start walking, “(y/n) your handbag it’s open!” But you didn’t stop, saying a lot of “excuse me” to all the girls finally you were in front of the Oikawa Tooru, he looked at you.

“Mmm hi? You want a pict- AH”

You kicked Oikawa Tooru.

In the balls.

In front of his fans.

One of your friends rushed to grab your arm dragging you out of that place, some fans were worried about Oikawa safety, but Iwaizumi looked at the floor, there was a history book with the name “(l/n) (y/n) 3rd class 4”, he grabbed it and put it in his backpack.

Next day, your friends keep you safe as they were your armor, Kicking Oikawa in front of his fans wasn’t the best idea, and with Iwaizumi there, maybe he thought you were a creepy stalker, you sighed, your friends leave you in the door of your classmate, told you to be safe and don’t do anything stupid, about to enter you heard some deep voice calling your name.

“(l/n) (y/n)”

It was Iwaizumi, you were confused, is he there to attack you because you attacked his friend? Should run or...

“You dropped this” he shows you your book.

Walking to his direction he handled you the book.

“Thank you so much Iwaizumi-San!”

“No need”

“Uhm I’m sorry to kicked your friend I was acting irresponsible” apologizing so maybe your chances with him would increase from zero to maybe a 0.1%, but then he laugh.

“He deserves it, I recognize your friend yesterday, so he kinda was looking to be punched”

You giggle and then stay in silence, you were so nervous of having your crush in front of you that you didn’t know what to say.

“Well, maybe I should go to my class” he mumbled at the same time he was scratching his neck.

It’s was now of never (y/n) you are having this chance in the future, Iwaizumi was already backing you, but still you called him.

“Yes?”

“Do you uh, do you want to, I don’t know maybe” you blushed “hanging out with me after practice?”

Iwaizimi stare at you, and kinda you were preparing for being rejected...

“Sure, uh maybe you can wait for me in the yard? I don’t think it would be a good idea of having you near to the gym, you know? The crazy fans that will be there, oh and I will walk you home too”

The bell rings, you saw the boy leaving waving at you.

Portland

ShotbyEB