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lunarsands · 2 years

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Flower Husbands Week 2022: Day 7

Prompt: Home

Setting: Empires SMP

Characters: Scott Smajor, Jimmy Solidarity

Tags: Fluff/angst(?)

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They always say home is where the heart is.

Where home wasn’t, for the Codfather, was a chilly mountaintop. It wasn’t that he minded the cold – far from it. That didn’t bother him at all. It was the altitude. It was the distance from any visible saltwater. Sure, there was the river below that cut through part of Rivendell. But the knowledge of how far away the nearest sea was itched in his brain, and he began to imagine an itch under his scales.

He'd had to excuse himself from the garden and had tried to avoid looking like he was in a hurry to go to the ledge housing the cod sanctuary. Even without anyone around – well, he had tried to check first anyway – he felt embarrassed as he waded into the pond. His smaller brethren continued to swim around like he wasn’t there, or like he was just another obstacle such as a stepping stone.

Or they simply had nothing to say to him. Maybe they would have said, ‘Hey, it’s great here, we’re taken care of rather well because the person who built this really cared’ or ‘You’ll learn to love it here, it’s really nice and safe’ or maybe even ‘Stay with us and don’t worry about that silly old swamp or the silly old council. You’re where you belong now.’

Jimmy sat down in the water and stared off into the distance. His heart was in that swamp, that was where he ruled, that was where he had always belonged since the day he had hatched.

But his heart also belonged to the elven ruler of this mountain empire. At the moment he didn’t know how to reconcile the two, and he certainly had no idea how to bring it up to Scott. It was laughable to think about asking him to leave all this and come down to the edge of the ocean with him. The grungy, dismal atmosphere of the swamp was no place for a beautiful, airy elf. Maybe a forest elf might find it livable, but Scott was a shining jewel, and Jimmy’s lands were too dull to contain him.

The Codfather figured he could get used to rivers and ponds. He wasn’t a very good ruler, anyway. He didn’t have any of his own people, like the bustling folk of Rivendell. He had all the cod, of course, but they would be swimming around everywhere regardless. He had his sister, Queen Lizzie, but they were, in the end, the only two of their kind. And really, she embodied the soul of the ocean more with her graceful blue axolotl form; creature of legend, ruler of the sea people who inhabited giant lily pads, holder of treasures.

He was still little more than a small, damaged egg.

He didn’t know what Scott saw in him. Perhaps if he had at least hatched alongside his sister he would have been more like a regal prince, worthy of being consort to an elven king. Their wedding could have been heralded as a joining of nations, a bond between mountains and seas. Not…whatever sad excuse his empire counted as.

Maybe he needed to shed that part of his heart, like shedding damaged scales.

Maybe he should just run away from it all – both the pressure of being the Codfather and from the shadow of his sister.

And stay here?

He looked across the pond, then at the patches of snow carpeting the ground, and then glanced toward the houses – and saw Scott approaching. He hastily stood up, splashing water everywhere, and his embarrassment returned. This was no way for a— future? possible? –consort to be acting.

“There you are—” Scott began.

At the same time, Jimmy said, “Sorry, I needed—”

They both stopped and looked at each other. Scott motioned for Jimmy to continue while the Codfather did the same, and then Jimmy laughed softly. “This is silly. Sitting in a pond… I needed to have a think. This just… seemed like the right spot.”

“Was it a helpful one?” Scott asked, stepping off the path to stand at the water’s edge, hands clasped behind his back under his cloak.

“Not really,” Jimmy admitted, “I was just kind of feeling sorry for myself.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Well…” He looked down at the cod, still meandering around him with nothing to say. “Are you sure about this? About us? I’m…I am a little out of place here. Don’t you think?” He glanced up, reluctance on his face. Maybe he should have waited until they were somewhere private to bring it up.

Scott smiled gently. “I worried you might feel that way. I know things are different here from what you’re used to.” He knelt to unlace his boots then took them off, and to Jimmy’s surprise he stepped down into the water.

“Uh, won’t you be expected back—”

“They can wait. I want to spend some time with you, too. You don’t have to be sitting in a pond by yourself. And you don’t have to be standing around a fancy garden for hours if you don’t want to.”

“It – It’s a nice garden, though,” Jimmy offered. “You’ve got a lot of nice flowers. The swamp only has orchids.”

“We could make some cuttings from the ones here and plant them there, if you like. There are plenty to share.”

“If you want to. I don’t know if it’s worth the trouble.”

“We’ll bring your orchids here, then. Whichever helps make you feel at home.”

“That’s what I don’t know.” Jimmy stared off toward the horizon. He meant to keep his next thoughts to himself but instead he asked out loud,” Which one is home? Which is the right one?”

Scott moved closer to him and took his hand, merely holding it for a moment to be supportive. “I know I’m asking you to make a choice,” he said softly, “And I don’t know what I would do, either.”

“But you’ve got a whole city here!” Jimmy protested, automatically thinking of the elf running away from everything, like he was considering. “You’ve got your people, and-and legends going back for ages! That’s an easy one, no contest! I’ve got…fish. Who don’t even help me when I need it.” He glared down at the pond’s residents. “And silly sentiment.”

“You can’t get over your entire past overnight, Jimmy. I’m not asking you to move here tonight, or tomorrow, or the day after. When you’re ready; if you’re ready. I’ll be waiting. My heart will be waiting.” He brought Jimmy’s hand up to press it to his chest, then kissed the back of his webbed fingers.

How is it that everything he does is so elegant? the Codfather thought, a flush coming to his cheeks. He couldn’t think of any way to return the gesture, just offered an awkward smile and tried to wait what seemed an appropriate amount of time before lowering his hand and slipping it from Scott’s hold. The elf gave a smile in return and then moved to climb out of the pond.

“W-Wait—” Jimmy stammered. His gaze darted around then settled on a cluster of azure bluets by the path. He quietly cleared his throat and then sang,

“A day in spring An offering Of flowers that the showers bring

A quiet night The stars are bright And I am here with you tonight

The moon is new The sky is blue A quiet table set for two

I can’t think of anything I’d rather do Than think of the times that I spend with you In the morning when the sun starts to rise Throughout the day and under evening skies

There’s nothing more that I want to do

Than spend the rest of my life with you.”

Eyes soft with tears, Scott breathlessly said, “Jimmy…”

“I love you, Scott. I know I’m not perfect, and maybe I need some more time, but… I do love you.”

“That’s all I need. That’s all I’ll ever need.” He walked back over to him and embraced him. “My home is where your heart is.”

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[Post A/N: If you read the Post Author’s Note for Day 1, you can skip this. If you haven’t read the Day 1 fic, the song Jimmy sings is an abbreviated version of one written by my uncle who unexpectedly passed away in Feb 2022. I found several songs in a box of his college papers while cleaning his house, and I hadn’t known he was an aspiring songwriter back then. The lyrics of this one stood out to me and I decided to use it here in his honor, with my own addition of the last line.]

#flower husbands week #flower husbands week 2022 #empiresshipping #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #flower husbands my beloved #lunar yarns #tumblr is eating my formatting what's going on

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jimmytimmyjames · 7 months

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the way that jimmy - for the most part - just moves on from relationships in old series (not irl) while his partners may or may not is so funny to me. e.g. flower husbands, property police. scott and martyn might pretend they don't want him back but. they sure as hell don't act like it. meanwhile jimmy will reference them a little but mostly just be done with it. he pulls so many people that he doesn't have to worry lmao. forget old alliances - someone new will fall in love with him and protect him this series :) be it a love interest, an enemies to friends situation, a family member, or a new archetype altogether. he's the baby boy of mcyt

#jimmy my beloved #solidaritygaming #flower husbands #property police #seablings #jimmy and sausage #jimmy and fwhip #jimmy and joel #mine

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starlightzora · 7 months

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AH OKAY

How about... Flower ranchers for the bingo? :3

And hello!... I think hello usually comes first but yeah who caaaares

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lunamothghost · 2 years

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what can I say I like duos that can rock a good outfit

#3rd life #3rd life smp #trafficblr #scott major #jimmy solidarity #bdubs #zombiecleo #bdoubleo100 #flower husbands #crastle duo #my art #traditional art #ik ik double life came out i am working on it!! anyways have some drawings from last week 3rd life duos my beloved #i live drawing complex outfits with patters and details what can i say #if this flops ill b sadge cause i feel like my traditional work is better but gets showed anyways gotta go sleep now gn

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lilac-the-idiot · 5 days

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"This is it, dude! The End"

Here's a quick flower husbands drawing for 3rd life anniversary

#fanart #life series #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #flower husbands #jimmy solidarity fanart #scott smajor fanart #dangthatsalongname #scott smajor x jimmy solidarity #3rd life #3rd life smp #3rd life anniversary #my beloveds

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littleglassfrog · 10 months

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okay i have a bigger post coming but i need yall to know Right Now. jimmy gave scott the poppy as a little joke and scott says "omg we're married now" because thats something he and his buddies joke around about, but jimmy is from the 1930s, he doesnt know its a joke, so hes like ":O i have a husband now?" and proceeds to be inconsolable. scott thinks jimmy's just continuing the joke but no, jimmy is deadass like "this is my husband. i will die to protect him. he is my life now."

#JIMMY MY BELOVED MY SWEETEST BOY #scott gets with the program eventually :)#grgrgrhgehegegegehegr jimmy....#love for the ages #<- thats what ive named this au #<3 #flower husbands #trafficshipping #ribbit #3rd life

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sleepyy-dakota · 2 years

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Hermittober Day 19 - Bloom

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thetomorrowshow · 1 year

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fighting back

Empires Superpowers au masterlist

this takes place about 4 months after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: food, flashbacks/panic attacks in a public place

“Here’s your menus, can I get you both something to drink?”

“Diet Pepsi, please,” Scott says, raising an eyebrow at Jimmy, who manages a stuttered, “Water, thank you.”

Scott nudges him after the waiter leaves. “Boring.” “Caffeine used to really screw with my powers,” Jimmy admits. “I haven’t had any in a long while, but I used to drink a bunch of Mountain Dew, and coffee every morning. Stopped when I was around twenty-three, I think.”

Scott leaves it at that, instead asking, “So you’ve never been to a restaurant before?”

“When I was a kid my parents would take Lizzie and me to, like, buffet places,” Jimmy shrugs. “But then my mom got really sick at one, and going out as a family to someplace nice was too expensive. So we got fast food drive-throughs on road trips or for celebrations, but not much else.”

“Criminal. What do you want to order?”

Jimmy thumbs through the plastic menu, biting his lip. “Um. Not sure. Do I have to get from—”

“Here are your drinks,” the waiter interrupts, placing a tall glass of soda in front of Scott and a matching one in front of Jimmy. “I’ll be back in a few minutes for your order!”

“Thanks so much,” Scott says, Jimmy echoing him. He takes a sip of the water, ice clacking against his teeth.

It’s not a fancy restaurant, by any means. It’s a diner in a cheap part of town, a place that Scott had said has the best fries and milkshakes and had gotten very excited when Jimmy had said he’d never really been out to eat before. Jimmy’s fairly sure that Scott’s made a list of places to eat, to go along with all the sights Jimmy’s never seen and the foods Jimmy’s never tried.

There’s a decent crowd of people here, too, which is why Jimmy’s more put-out than anything else when he feels a hand run through his hair.

He jumps a little, glances around to make sure nobody is near him. Scott glances up at him, then back to the menu.

“I’m gonna get the roast beef sliders. Anything sound good to you?”

No flashbacks sounds good to him, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen, phantom fingers curling around his hair. He turns his eyes back to the menu, stares at it uncomprehendingly for a few moments. “Um, you pick,” he says, pushing the menu to Scott. “What’s good here?”

“Ooh, definitely the reuben if you like rye, but the turkey and swiss is always a safe choice. Good?”

“Mhm, sounds fine,” Jimmy mumbles. He tries to grab hold onto anything Scott had told him about the food here through the brain fog of flashbacks. “Uh, you said the fries are good?”

“Ooh yes, I’ll get us both fries and milkshakes. What flavor of milkshake?”

Jimmy can’t remember any ice cream flavor ever, suddenly. He checks the menu, picks the first thing he sees. “Vanilla?”

“Sure! I’ll match.”

As casually as he can manage, Jimmy slips an ice cube out of his glass, cradles it in the palm of his hand. It’s supposed to ground him, remind his body that he’s in the present. The hand in his hair stubbornly remains.

He holds onto the ice cube until it melts, dribbling water in a small pool on the table. It doesn’t do anything but make his hand burn with the cold.

He blinks rapidly, twitches his head several times to try and shake the hand away. His trained instincts are starting to settle in, his body going still. If he moves his head, he might get slapped.

“Everything okay?”

Jimmy smiles easily, brightly, in Scott’s direction. His boyfriend is giving him a concerned look, hand out for Jimmy to take. Jimmy takes it.

“I’m fine, babe. Just got a little lost in thought!”

The acting skills from that one role as Cod Number 3 in Empires South Middle School’s production of The Little Mermaid Jr are really paying off.

Scott’s face eases, just as he looks up to see the waiter approaching them. Jimmy orders with no issue, watches the very pretty way Scott’s eyes scrunch up as he pretends to examine the menu one last time before ordering.

That doesn’t get the hand out of his hair, though. Maybe he should buzz it. Shave his head. Nothing for phantom hands to touch.

The hand trails down to rub his shoulders and Jimmy knows that wouldn’t solve the problem.

The food arrives and Jimmy releases Scott’s hand to watch him for cues, not trusting his unstable mind to do things in the right order. Scott unwraps his silverware so Jimmy does so as well; Scott places his napkin on his lap and Jimmy follows suit.

Scott seems to enjoy his food, and Jimmy understands that his tastes good as well but it’s hard to process. Everything is hard to process. It’s too bright in here, too loud. A family with three shouting kids passes by and Jimmy can’t help but flinch away, a movement that he tries to suavely change into wrapping his arm around Scott’s shoulders.

Scott scoffs at him, wriggles out from under and gives him a quick peck on the lips. “How’s your food?”

“Good,” Jimmy responds automatically, taking another bite. The hand pulls hard enough on his hair that his head jerks back and he freezes, biting his lip. He’s not going to cry here. He just wants to enjoy a nice meal with his boyfriend. Why can’t he just have a good time?

“Scott, love?” Jimmy manages, the slightest tremble making its way into his voice. He gathers his courage before he’s too anxious to ask. “Could—could you touch my hair?”

Scott goes still. After a moment, he slowly turns to give him a concerned look. “Jimmy, your hair is off-limits. We set that boundary in place ages ago.”

Great, now Scott probably thinks something ridiculous, like he misses the feeling of horrible hands touching his hair. He doesn’t, he doesn’t at all—in fact, he’s so nervous about Scott touching him that he can feel himself begin to shake. He just needs a little push.

“I just—I—” he takes a calming breath, places his clenched hands on the table, “there’s—there’s a hand. In my hair. And I—I want a real one. So I can tell the difference.”

Scott’s eyes flick up, and Jimmy watches as his face morphs from confusion to understanding, then sorrow. “Oh, Jimmy. I’m sorry that’s happening.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jimmy grits out as the ghost hand yanks again. “The ice trick didn’t work, eating didn’t help, it started almost as soon as we got here and it just won’t go—”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Scott says, glancing around as Jimmy pulls at his face. He’s fine, he’s not freaking out. It’s just a flashback, just a stupid flashback, and he’s fine. He’s not—he’s not—

“We can get to-go boxes, eat later,” Scott offers, already looking to wave down a waiter. “Really, it’s fine—”

“No, I want—” he wants to have a good time with Scott, he wants to eat, he wants Xornoth to stop touching him— “I want to be here, can you—can we at least try?” he begs, peeking at Scott through his fingers. “Can you try touching my hair?”

Scott glances around again, frowning. “Jimmy, I—” he sighs, bites his lip— “Jimmy, we set up months ago that if you’re clearly distressed and want me to touch your hair, I’m supposed to say no. And baby, you’re crying.”

And now he’s crying. Great. He grinds the heels of his hands into his eyes, takes in a shuddering breath. “I didn’t want—I wanted it to be good—”

He can hear the panic in Scott’s voice when he speaks. “Jimmy, do you know where you are right now?”

“The diner, with you, and so many people watching—” he cuts himself off, buries his face in his arms. There’s so many people here, all staring at him as he has a breakdown over a stupid flashback that he knows isn’t actually happening but just can’t shake.

“I’ll get some to-go boxes, okay? We’ll go home—”

“But I want to stay,” Jimmy insists, and he just knows he sounds like a petulant child. “I want to eat out with you, I want you to not have to worry about me freaking out over nothing! I love you so much, I just wanted today to be normal. . . .”

Scott’s silent for a while as Jimmy sniffles into his sleeves. At some point a waiter approaches, asks Scott lowly if everything’s all right.

“We’re fine . . . no, he’s got PTSD . . . thank you for your service too. . . .”

Scott waits until the waiter leaves, lays his head down on the table beside Jimmy. “Hey,” he says quietly. Jimmy blinks at him through the tears.

“I won’t be upset if we have to leave. I just want you to be safe and happy. You’re not a burden to me—I want to spend time with you, and it doesn’t matter where.”

Jimmy closes his eyes briefly as the phantom hand falls again to his back, rubbing lightly. “Can—can you rub my back?” he asks, voice small.

Scott immediately complies, and the feeling of something real—someone real—touching him where the hand was makes the phantom sensation drift away, off into the air like it had never happened. He relaxes into Scott’s arm as his breathing begins to even out, tension seeping out of him.

“Told you,” he grumbles, pressing his head into Scott’s chest. Scott being there, his head up against Scott’s firm and real body, makes all the difference. “‘S gone now. Just needed you.”

Scott’s hand, still rubbing his back, pauses. “I—oh,” he says softly, resuming the backrub. “I’m really . . . I’m really happy you trust me in that way. I’m really happy I can help you.”

“Sorry for making a scene.”

“You don’t need to apologize for a thing, love. Flashbacks are nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Jimmy’s embarrassed anyway, certain that there are still eyes on him. He sighs, rubs his eyes before reaching for his plate. “Can we still stay? I want to.”

Scott gives him a once over, frowns. “Okay, but on one condition: if another flashback starts at any time, we’re leaving. All right?”

It’s the right choice to make, and Jimmy nods his agreement.

He’s still not used to luck being in his favor, but he doesn’t have another flashback, and he finds he can push through the exhaustion and enjoy dinner with his boyfriend.

There may be flashbacks, and panic attacks, but really? Everything . . . everything’s okay. For the moment, he’s happy, and he knows that a flashback is a minor setback.

He leans against Scott’s shoulder, sucking on his milkshake, and lets out a contented sigh. Everything’s okay.

#empires smp #empires smp fanfic #flower husbands #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #empires superpowers au #esh au #mas writes #ough writing trauma processing my beloved...#plus a sweet ending!#i just. idk i like writing scenes where the trauma is still there and hurts #but the character can live a happy life still #and have a good time #and know how to cope #i also like writing the flower husbands smsm #031422 #let me know what you think!#love you guys

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lunarsands · 2 years

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I'm supposed to be writing for Flower Husbands prompts.

Instructions unclear. Now I'm shipping Scosage.

#this post brought to you by #cynthrey #and ideas about #witherangel #look some magic words may have been spoken #and I might adore the particular theme involved #and now here we are #in glorious brainrot hell #scosage #flower husbands my beloved #thoughts before work

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stressghoul · 1 year

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copia with flowers>>>

#i want him to give me flowers pls #I’m crying I love him sm #the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #copia #cardinal copia #papa iv #copia is my husband #papa emeritus iv #copia my beloved #ghost copia #papa 4

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zeighost · 1 year

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I listened to El Tango De Roxanne and got my friend, @willowender, hooked to the song and wrote our ideas for angst down- this is my try :]

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What was Scott even supposed to do even in this situation?

Scott just found out that Jimmy and him, indeed, weren't soulmates in Double life.

Instead, he was pared with Pearl, Pearl of all people! Sure Pearl wasn't so bad! But he wanted his platonic husband back, he wanted his Petal back.

Was that too much to ask? Did he agitate the Watchers that much that they want him to suffer without his real soulmate?

Sure they weren't really much together while in Last life but that didn't mean that its had to put them against each other yet again! All he wanted was his Petal back.

Maybe he could just ask Grian to change their soulbounds? Since he was the Admin and a Watcher himself, its worth asking if anything!

Scott wasn't sure who Jimmy was paired with but surly he would be more than happy to change his now soulmate to be with him, right?

Why is he doubting? Of course Jimmy would choose him if he had a chance!

Right...?

Right. Time to find Jimmy and talk about it with him.

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You're free to leave me

But just don't deceive me

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After about an hour or just walking around trying to find Jimmy, he found some kind of a house on the top of the hill.

Might as well check who lives here, maybe he could form some alliances who knows!

He knocked at the door, just to see Tango answer it.

"Oh hi, Tango" Scott spoke happily, so Tango lives here? With his soulmate perhaps?

"Oh hey dude, what's up? What brings you to this awesome rancher of Jimmy's and I's?" Tango said, saying 'awesome' while exclaiming it part by part.

What.

His and Jimmy's? They live together? Together?

"Wait- what? Yours and Jimmys?" he shot back at him not even trying to hide his confusion, irritation clearer than day.

"Yeah you bet! We're soulmates after all" Tango responded, if he noticed the irritation in Scotts voice he didn't mention anything.

And for a burning, ire moment, Scott considered it. He considered to just take the stone axe he crafted earlier, and just plunge it into his heart.

But he couldn’t

That would also meant, if Tango was saying the truth, it would also kill Jimmy.

Scott took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before speaking again.

"Where's Jimmy" that's alright, be as blunt as you want Scott, he thought to himself as he waited for a response.

"umm, my Rancher went to Grian and Scar to hang out" Tango answered, now seemingly uncomfortable.

That's alright. He could always just come here later and talk to Jimmy then.

"Yeah alright, tell him I'll come back later."

He stopped before continuing "we have some private importances to talk about, without you around" alright, maybe he shouldn't have said the last part- it's too late anyways.

"Right... Bye now." Tango answered him, closing the door, of the so called ranch, in his face.

Well fuck.

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"Why does my heart cry?"

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Well fuck indeed.

Where did it all went wrong?

It was night now, and Scott knows of the saying "A boy should never come to the girls house on a Monday night"

But he just couldn't wait.

And that was a clear mistake.

He was now standing on the same hill as before, he's staring at the inside of the so supposed called ranch.

They were sleeping, cuddling. Together.

What.

That's supposed to be Jimmy and him!

Scott just stared from the outside at the window, creepily staring at the two sleeping... So softly and relaxed.

Like there was no worries in this Hell World of Death.

Scott just took a step back, and started running. Running as fast as his legs can take him. He didn't care anymore.

He just needed to get out of there.

And while Scott ran away with tears in his eyes, the two continued sleeping along sides of each other with no care in the world.

And a bouquet of poppies being left behind by a crying man, left there to welt away...

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And I, who love you so much; what am I going to do?

You left me...you left me like a dove

My soul has left me; my heart has left me

I no longer wish to live because I cannot convince you.

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#team ranchers #double life #life series #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #i wrote this instead of sleeping #Angst #angst my beloved #hermitcraft #fanfic #flower husbands

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