cries on the floor forever

Message In A Bottle [REQUEST]

Ok, so I’m not very good at writing sad things. I doubt this will make you cry, maybe feel a slight twinge but that could just be indigestion or heartburn. I hope you are happy with the scenario though.

I on the other hand need to watch lots of happy things to cheer myself up because I’m very sad. Don’t worry though, I’m sure a bit of Baekhyun and Chanyeol will cheer me up.

Jade xo

As soon as his plane landed, Sehun went straight to the hospital.

He had been in Thailand performing when he got the call. His phone had been ringing from the moment he got off the stage. Breathlessly he answered the unknown number and as he did, the water bottle in his hand fell to the floor. The news crashed down on him, that you had been knocked off your bicycle and were in a critical condition, and Sehun knew he needed to be in Seoul. He went to his manager, who organised the flight while Sehun went straight to the airport to fly home.

Running into the hospital, Sehun leaned against the receptionist’s desk to try and catch his breath. “I need to … my fiancé … in a car crash.” He wasn’t making any sense, he was too focused on holding everything in. Once he saw that you were ok, he could let it all out.

The receptionist seemed to know what he was trying to say. “I’ll get the doctor for you, Mr Oh,” she said, hurried from her position to somewhere up the corridor.

Sehun sat down on one of the cold chair in the waiting room, running his hands through his hair. “Please be ok baby,” he murmured repeatedly like it was a prayer. “I can’t live without you. We have so much to do together: get married, have children, travel the world. Just please be ok!” His tears piled up but he wiped them away before they even had a chance to fall. He needed to be strong, for you.

At that moment, the doctor arrived, making Sehun get to his feet quickly and bow. “How is she sir? Is she going to be ok?” he frantically asked, searching the doctor’s passive face for any sign of what had happened.

“Let’s sit,” the doctor said softly, making Sehun gulp hard. It wasn’t good news if he was being asked to sit. He did so anyway, anticipating the doctor’s next words. “While you were on the aeroplane, we had to perform emergency surgery on your fiancé. There was a lot of internal bleeding and she was struggling to breathe properly. One of her lungs had been punctured by her broken ribs.”

“But she’s ok now, right?” he asked hopeful, feeling his eyes fill up once again. Sehun knew what the answer was going to be. Part of him had felt it in his heart ever since he got the call and as much as he didn’t want the doctor to say, he had to hear it for himself.

The doctor placed his hand awkwardly on Sehun’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry Mr Oh but your fiancé didn’t make it through surgery. She suffered a massive haemorrhage and ….”

Sehun didn’t hear anything after that. His world just seemed to shatter around him, losing all its colour and life now that you weren’t in it. All sounds were dull knowing he would never hear your voice again – he even became numb to the strong sterile smell of the hospital. He didn’t notice the tears fall down his face. All he could feel was his heart breaking.

“She knew her chances when she agreed to the surgery,” the doctor continued on, even though Sehun hadn’t been listening at all. “She wanted me to give you this if something happened to her.” The doctor handed him your phone and then got to his feet, leaving Sehun alone.

Even holding your phone was hard for him. It was always attached to your hip; he never saw you without it. He went to unlock your phone, your lock screen flashing up in front of him. “Oh baby,” he sobbed, his head falling into his hand. It was a picture of you and him on a boat on the Han River when he asked you to marry him.  “I still can’t believe you said yes. Chanyeol kept telling me you would say no.”

He swiped up and the picture disappeared, being replaced by an image of you in a hospital bed. You had recorded a video for him. Covering his open mouth, he swallowed back his tears and willed himself to be stronger. He asked a nurse for the toilets and then locked himself inside them, sliding to the floor by the door. Then he hit play.

“Hey baby,” you said weakly, your voice coarse and husky.

The camera kept shaking as you struggled to hold it up. As soon as you started speaking, Sehun began crying, his sobs heaving his chest as the tears fell thick and fast. He kept wiping them away because they blurred his vision and all he wanted to do is see you.

“I guess if you’re watching this, I didn’t make it through the surgery.” Sehun couldn’t believe how brave you were being – you were staring death in the face, plus being in so much pain. “I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough.” You winced and the camera shook, making Sehun cry harder.

“This is my little message in a bottle. I know you’re in Thailand at the moment but I couldn’t face this surgery knowing I never told you everything. I love you so much baby. You are my best friend. When I moved here, I knew no one and I was so scared of this big city. And then some idiot split his coffee down me and turned my white top see-through. I should have known how perverted you were then. But you showed me around the city and made me feel at home and I quickly fell in love with you.”

Silently the tears started to fall down your face, mirroring those of Sehun.

“I couldn’t believe it when you said you loved me. Someone so handsome and perfect shouldn’t have be interested in me,” you continued, ignoring the tears stubbornly. “Every time I saw you, I had to pinch myself to check I wasn’t dreaming. And you asked me to marry you. Oh I want to marry you so bad, more than I ever wanted anything in my life. To hear someone say that you are mine and always will be, makes me feel giddy and excited.”

Sehun sighed through his sobbing. “I wanted you to be mine too baby!”

“If I don’t make it, I want you to promise me that you’ll try and be ok,” you told him sternly, your voice beginning to crack with raw emotion. “It won’t be easy but you have to try. I know you’ll want to shut everyone out but you have to let them in so they can help you. They love you just as much as me.” Your face screwed up in pain, the camera angle dipping as you became more and more tired.

“I love you so much Sehun, please don’t ever forget how much I love you.” And your face froze, the video ending.

Sehun didn’t know how long he’d been on the floor of the hospital bathroom. It could have been minutes, or hours, or days. Time just didn’t seem to be important anymore. Nothing was important now that you were gone. His tears were still wet on his face with more on the brink of falling. In his hand was your phone. He had probably watched the video you made for him a hundred times and it still wasn’t enough for him.

Taking a deep breath in, he wiped the tears off his face and splashed himself with a little bit of water before leaving the bathroom. He needed some air, he couldn’t think straight with all the hospital noise around him. As soon as he got outside, he was hit by the fresh air of dawn and he immediately broke down, hating the fact that a new day was about to start without you. He pulled out his phone and hit dial on a number, still staring at your phone in his hand.

“Sehun?” Luhan answered almost immediately.

Sehun couldn’t control his sobbing. His tears were hot as they fell down his face, as he stuttered your name down the phone. “She’s gone Luhan,” he cried, crumbling to the floor. “She’s gone forever and I don’t know what to do without her.”

“Whoa Sehun, slow down!” Luhan exclaimed down the phone. “You’re barely comprehensible, I can’t understand.”

“She’s gone hyung!” he shouted, angry at the fact you were gone. “Some asshole knocked her off her bike and now she’s gone and she’s not coming home.”

“Sehun,” he sighed softly. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t know what to do, my baby’s gone!”

“Ok, where are you Sehun?” Luhan asked in a calm voice. Now he was showing his age, being the responsible and caring older one.

He sniffled back the tears, trying to pull himself together. “Seoul National University Hospital,” he told Luhan, staring at your phone. He was willing it to ring, for you to be on the other end of the line accusing you for stealing your phone. “Oh god, what do I tell her parents? Am I supposed to arrange a funeral?”

“Calm down Sehun! I’m cancelling my flight to Beijing and coming to the hospital now. I’ll be there within the hour,” Luhan explained calmly. “It’ll be ok. It probably doesn’t feel that way now but it won’t always be like this.”

Sehun didn’t say goodbye: he didn’t get to say goodbye to you and that was the only important one. He just hung up and stared at your phone. It seemed he didn’t have any tears left but he still felt like crying. While he waited for Luhan to arrive, he just sat outside the hospital on the floor and watched your ‘message in a bottle’.

And watched … and watched … and watched.


reburied replied to your post: can you all believe that this is an actual face…

omgggg she’s been my narcissa fancast for a while �� �� �� ��

she is a really quality choice for narcissa!! i can totally see it!! she has those sharp angles and that sophistication about her. 

parkingsonwrites replied to your postcan you all believe that this is an actual face…

lies on the floor and cries forever

parkingsonwrites replied to your post: can you all believe that this is an actual face…

ur too much for me TOO MUCH GOOD THAT IS leave me to my trash

PLEASE WHAT KIND OF FRIEND WOULD I BE IF I LET YOU ROT IN THE TRASH ALL ON YOUR OWN i am just spreading the love one of the few ways i know how!! i am by no means a professional at this tho rip so don’t even expect them all to be the same size

It’s a Kind of Magic – AU Tom Hiddleston/Witchcraft Fanfiction/Smut

AU Tom Hiddleston Smut - Sheriff!Tom and OFC.

Witchcraft/Halloween/Salem references and themes.

Rated 18+


As the owner of the candle shop East Hampton, Halloween was one of your busiest times of the year, especially when there were a couple of local celebrities that liked to feature their homes in ‘Hamptons Digest’, which meant regular orders that helped promote your products. It did however mean that you were very busy in the weeks beforehand, every spare moment spent in your workshop, heating and pouring the molten wax into moulds and jars. But you weren’t to complain, you loved your work.

You’d shut the shop up at 4pm, which was usual for a Wednesday as all the stores in town closed early that day, made your way home and busied yourself in your workshop, a smile spreading over your face as you stirred the wax beads in the giant saucepan. Really it was a cauldron, and that you heated it over open flames made it seem even more seasonal. You loved Halloween, and were looking forward to spending the next few days in costume, even if the only addition to your normal attire would be a dollar store witch’s hat.

The light was fading and you were starting to get engrossed, the process of melting, pouring, shaping, it was only when the light from outside was so faint you poured the wax into your coffee cup rather than the jars it should have gone into, did you down tools and decide it was time for a break. Taking your now useless cup and walking to the kitchen, as you passed the windows at the front of your cottage you could see the sheriffs car was pulling up outside. You continued through, scooting the ruined chinaware into the trash, and fetching a new mug from the counter, refilling from the coffeepot that had been keeping warm.

There was a knock at the door, and it opened – no-one locked doors around here, so you were used to not having to answer your own door to visitors;

“Sarah, are you home?” Came a soft male voice

“Through here sheriff, in the kitchen” you replied, as Sheriff Hiddleston made in way into the cosy room. “Coffee?”

“Please – it’s been one of those days.” He said with a sigh and plonked himself into a chair at the table. You were used to people just turning up; it was the way round these parts. They came in, you gave them coffee, and in their own time they’d get round to telling you why they were there.

Placing the steaming mug in front of him, you noticed a slight look of concern on his face. As sheriff he knew everyone in town, and he and his deputies regularly checked on all the store owners, but the shadow in his eyes made you pause; “What is it?”

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh; “We’ve had some complaints” He was lent forward in the chair, elbows on his knees.

“Complaints? About what? About me?” You were somewhat puzzled. With the exception of opening from lunch break a couple of minutes late, you were pretty much a model citizen.

“The church group” He started, “They’ve made a complaint that you’re selling black candles. They want me to close your store until after All Hallows Eve”.

You let out a snort. “I take it you told them where they could shove their opinions on black candles? They’re my biggest seller!” you said with a laugh.

“I knew you’d find it funny” He said with a smile, straightening back in his chair and placing his long legs out in front of him, crossing his feet; “I told them I’d have a word, and as they were hinting for a ride to the church, I decided to head here once I dropped them off as I thought you’d want to know”

“Thank you. I look forward to changing the display tomorrow morning before we open” You said with a smirk.

“Sarah… what are you going to do?” The grin spread across his face, knowing he was going to be hearing from the church group tomorrow after they saw how you ‘improved’ the display.

“Well I’ve got a couple of wax skulls left over from when I helped with the props for the high schools version of Macbeth, and I’m sure I can rustle up an inverted crucifix somewhere”

“Oh god”

“Yep. Stock up on the Anadin Sheriff!” you said with a laugh. Taking your coffee mug you stepped over his long limbs and made your way to the kitchen door; “I need to finish dipping some tapers, you’re welcome to stay and finish your coffee – you can join me in the workshop if you like?”

You led the way into the workshop, placing your coffee mug out of harm’s way, and started to gather the long tapers you’d moulded the night before. They just needed their colour coating added, and they’d soon dry in time to sell tomorrow.

The sheriff soon followed you, leaning against one of the bookcases as he watched you get to work, as you started to make small talk. As the minutes passed he relaxed and soon you were laughing along with him as he went into further detail of his visit from the church ladies.

“You know, I did point out to them that Salem was a 5 hour drive north from here” he said with a chuckle, “but they were adamant that evil was amongst us”.

You had to laugh at that comment. The church ladies were also one of your main customers, as they liked the pure white candles you made for the altar of the church, especially during the summer wedding season.

“Oh don’t get me wrong sheriff…” you started, only for the sheriff to interrupt;

“Please call me Tom”

“Ok, Tom… anyway, don’t get me wrong, there is evil around us. The cases you hand over to state police will prove that. A couple of the Goth kids that come into my store to get supplies as they call it, ask me for help translating their spells into Latin so that the devil will understand them. Little do they know that all I do is run the recipe for chocolate chip cookies through Google translate into Latin” you said with a laugh

“Evil cookies?” Tom asked, raising an eyebrow

“They’re SINFULLY good” you said with a laugh, turning it into a comedy cackle for effect. “My point is, the kids mothers are part of the church group. Over 300 years on and the church yet again has no clue what is good and what is evil” you said with a sigh, as you continued the hypnotic process of dipping the candles into the cauldron.

Tom nodded in agreement, and quietly went back to watching you work. After a short while he stood up and gestured to his mug; “Refill?”

“Oh, please” you’d forgotten about your coffee, no doubt your mug was stone cold now. Your hands busy with the candles, you nodded to your mug on the side for Tom. He reached around behind you, took the mug, but as he turned his foot caught the rug, and the next thing you knew he was falling onto the floor, mugs falling with him as he went to grab at the table for support, but causing the wax reservoir to start to tumble down with him

“NO!” you screamed – your arms shooting out in front of you, fingers splayed.

Tom hit the floor with a thud and a groan, but his eyes wide in shock. The wax reservoir was frozen mid air, the orange liquid solid like a waterfall in midwinter, paused in time. The mugs also hung above him, very slightly turning as if suspended on fishing wires. As the items hung above him, your fingers started to shake.

“Move!” you cried, “I can’t hold it forever” and with that Tom shuffled along the floor, moving just as your strength failed and the whole lot came crashing down onto the rug where he’d been only seconds before.

As the coffee and wax seeped their way quietly into the wooden fibres, a tense silence hung in the room. Blindly staring at Tom, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours, his jaw hung slack. Your flight or fight instinct kicked in and you ran past him from the room into the kitchen.

Standing at the counter, you reached into the cupboard and grasped the bottle of rum you kept there. Pulling the cork with your teeth you took a long swig, stopping when you heard footsteps enter the room behind you, but not turning. Your eyes misted over. As a tear slid down your cheek your late mothers words echoed through your mind; ‘Never reveal’.

“Sarah…” Tom’s gentle voice behind you, softly saying your name. You chose to ignore it, raising the bottle to your lips again, feeling the liquid burn down your throat.

“Sarah. Look at me”.

“Tom, please just go” you sobbed out, your back still turned to him, you released the bottle and wrapped your arms around yourself, tears now silently rolling down your cheeks. You went to reach for the bottle again, but your fingers just grasped thin air. You spun round, to see the bottle in Tom’s hands.

“Sarah” he said with a smile, as be brought the bottle to his lips, drinking deeply, then releasing it mid air, only for it to float back to the counter next to you.

You didn’t know what to think, what to say, as you stared at the striking man standing in your kitchen “I… you… the bottle…”

Within a couple of strides he was stood in front of you, and placed his hands on your shoulders, looking deep into your eyes.

“Let me guess, the words never reveal are reverberating around your head right about now?”

“How did you…”

“Why do you think I returned back here after college? Take up this job when I could have chosen to stay in the city?” He paused, “I can remember how clumsy you were in High School, yet never broke anything. I used to sit behind you in chemistry and would watch as time after time you’d knock things over, only for them to suddenly right themselves. You see my family is from old Salem stock too. You don’t have to hide anymore Sarah”

Looking up at his blue eyes, something between a sob and a laugh escaped your lips. A sudden sense of relief spread over you. You’d known the history of your family did indeed go back to the witch trials, you were named after one of your ancestors that had suffered greatly, and you had known that a number of families in the area were descended from the same location.

As he stared into your soul, he lowered his lips to yours, the kiss soft, and the gentle rub of his stubble against your chin exciting you. The kiss deepened as you clung to his uniform, his body pushing against yours, pressing you up against the cupboards. Something hard pushed against your thigh making you cry out a little;

“Tom, your baton, its pressing against me”

He chuckled to himself “Sarah, ehehehehe, if you look my baton is sat on the table, next to my hat”

“Oh….. OH!” realisation hitting you as colour spread to your cheeks.

Tom bent down again, kissing the side of your neck, his scruff rubbing against you making you groan with pleasure. As he slightly nibbled at the sensitive flesh you gasped and your fingers tensed. A crash sounded behind you as one of the vases from the windowsill had leapt at your fingers command.

Looking over Tom’s shoulder you could see various objects floating mid air, hung there by the magic in the room;


“Yes Sarah?”

“Look” gesturing to the room.

As he looked round, he grinned at you;

“Ok, so just relax. Gently pull your fingers to the floor” he said, watching as you lowered your hands, safely lowering the debris that had gathered. “You’re not used to using your magic are you?” he asked.

“I don’t get much opportunity to practice”

“Ok, look, I’ll teach you”. As he held you in his arms, he spoke softly “Think of one thing in the room, and that object alone. Close your eyes”

You close your eyes and listened to his voice.

“Now gently lift it through your mind… oh, the hat, good choice, at least it’s not breakable! Ok now breathe, that’s it.”

You slowly opened your eyes, and you could see his brimmed hat hovering over the table. He continued with his instruction;

“Now think of it slowly sliding, use your mind to move it”

The hat slightly bobbed around it a bit, before you managed to get it to slowly move towards the pair of you. Soon it was hovering over your head, and you slowly lowered it so that it was perched on top of your chestnut tresses.

“How was that?” you said with a smile, pleased with yourself. When you’d tried to move things in the past they had generally gone flying into the nearest wall and smashed to smithereens.

“Very good. Looks like I’ve got a few more things to teach you before you’re as good as me, but you’ll get there” he said with a smirk.

You pretended to look offended “As good as you? Yeah right buddy”

“You don’t believe me?” he said with a smirk, putting his hand into his shirt pocket and pulling out a scrap of black material trimmed with red lace. It took a couple of seconds for you to realise it was the thong you were wearing. Correction, the thong you had been wearing. You pressed your legs together, feeling a slickness between your thighs, and the smooth feeling of no underwear.

“Oh that was sly” you said with a smile as you pulled him down and kissed him, pressing your body to his, feeling his hardness press against your thigh even through his uniform and your skirt. His hands strayed to your hips and grasped your buttocks, lifting you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he turned and stepped to the table, placing you on it whilst his lips never broke contact with yours.

Passion was taking over as you pulled at each other’s clothing, you hastily worked on the buttons of his shirt, pulling it from his waist and pushing it down his arms, as he rid you of your sweater, both strewn carelessly beyond your reach. Working at the buckle of his belt, you released it, the weight of the utility belt pulling his trousers to the floor and revealing he’d been without underwear, as his hands slid up your legs, pushing your skirts up around your waist.

He bent down and pressing his lips to your inner thigh, peppering it with kisses as he went deeper, his breath hot on your skin, until you felt his soft touch on the lips of your pussy. Widening your legs, you ran your fingers through his auburn curls, steadying yourself with one hand on the table as you felt his tongue swipe up between your folds, tasting you, reaching your clit. He pressed his lips to it and suckled, causing you to grasp at his curls and push your hips forward, craving further contact. You felt his long finger working at your entrance, running around the rim, pulling juices from within, before sliding deep within you, the feeling making you gasp for air as he curled it within you, the long digit hitting your g-spot.

As his other hand clamped down on your thigh to hold you still, he continued his assault, bringing you closer and closer to that glorious peak. You felt a second finger join the first, stretching you, working their way in and out, teasingly slow, his lips and tongue never relinquishing their attack on that hyper sensitive button.

It was all too much, your thighs clamped onto Tom head and your fingers clung to his scalp as you came in wave after wave of pleasure, crying his name over and over.

Your supporting arm gave way and you fell back against the tabletop, panting and breathless. Tom stood over you and pulled you slightly to the edge of the table, before he bent over you and placed and gentle kiss on your cheek. You turned and met his kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, relishing the weight of him pressing you down.

“Ready for more?” he said with a grin

“Bring it on magic boy”

He straightened himself and pulled on your thighs until your butt was just at the edge of the table, he reached up and pulled the bodice of your top down, exposing your tits, bending down to tease each nipple slowly with his lips. You threw your head back, the feeling of his lips on those sensitive pink buds building the pleasure within you again, crying out occasionally as his teeth made contact. He stood back again, and as you watched he aligned his straining cock with your soaking entrance. Pushing in slowly, you both stared as the thick girth of it disappeared within you, stretching you, making you groan as you slowly felt every ridge and vein slide against your walls.

He pulled you closer with a sudden sharpness, and thrust deep inside, making you squeal with pleasure, again, and again, increasing his pace until he was rocking the entire table, ramming into you at a punishing pace. He pulled one of your legs up and over his shoulder, making his angle even deeper, slamming into you, making your tits bounce, and watching them move as he plunged in again and again.

You could feel the tightness in your belly gathering, your second orgasm was going to be a thundering one. You reached out for something – anything – to grip onto, but your fingers just clawed at the table top, unable to grasp anything to get any purchase.

You were both getting close, Tom crying your name over and over, his hand moved down your thigh and pressed against your clit, sending you over the edge, your muscles clamping down onto his cock as it continued its punishment. This set Tom off, throwing his head back, thrusting into you as your muscles clung to him, your mixed cries of pleasure echoing around the room as he emptied himself deep within you.

As a quiet descended around the pair of you, you could hear the scrape of wood against floor tile, and saw one of the chairs moving to behind Tom, just in time as his legs gave way and he slumped down, his dripping cock laying between his legs, you still splayed on the table, your chest heaving, the evidence of your lovemaking slowly flowing out of you as you laid there splayed on the surface.

After a few moments you sat up, and pushed your legs to the floor. Slightly wobbly and light headed you swayed a little, only for Tom to steady you, just as our legs gave way and you handed spread over his lap. He let out a soft chuckle;

“Ehehehehe. So Sarah, need a break before we start the next lesson?” he said with a grin.

Although your body was exhausted, a tiny spark of desire lit up within you;

“I think our next lesson should be somewhere slightly more comfortable” you said with a grin “and I think I’ll be using these two” as you held out a finger, the handcuffs from his belt softly hooked themselves over your extended digit.

“Oh I like the sound of that” Tom said with a smile “But only if you keep your boots on” gesturing to the knee high boots you were still wearing.

“Nothing else?” you asked with a smirk

“Well perhaps that cheap witches hat I saw on the table by the front door” he said, before leaning in to kiss you gently.

He lifted himself out of the chair, taking you with him as we went, carrying you in his arms to your bedroom. So this is what they meant by beware the witching hour you realised, preparing yourself for what adventures that lay ahead of you for the rest of the night.

This year Halloween was certainly going to be the best one for a long time!

Pardon all my yelling but I’m emotional.

I just… of course Penny is the one who gets Sheldon to come out of the bathroom, and of course she’s the one who reassures him and tells him it’s okay if he doesn’t come out, and OF FUCKING COURSE he’s one of her favorite people, and OF COURSE she’s the one who gets to hug him. THIS ALL MAKES SENSE because they have the most interesting chemistry and friendship on the ENTIRE SHOW. OH MY GOD it makes me angry that they were never given a chance, even a single episode, where they got to be more than friends.

*falls on the floor and cries forever*

letters from the dead

title: letters from the dead
summary: he is everywhere, and nowhere to be found.
pairing: nejiten
note: i don’t remember how to write this pair without angst.


“Long day” does not even begin to cover the last few hours of Tenten’s life.

War is hard and funerals are hard. Neji’s death and Neji’s funeral are the hardest fucking things she’s ever been through, and here she is after the latter, still breathing and full of emptiness.

She turns the key in the door and breathes a sigh of almost-relief as a blast of air conditioning hits her. She’s only been home for a few days, and every thing in her living space is coated in a uniform layer of dust. She should care more, Tenten supposes, walking into the bedroom and yanking her black dress over her head before throwing in into the oblivion of her closet. It really is a mess in here.

As she turns to make for the bathroom, something catches her eye. Hanging on the back of her closet door is a large, white shirt. One of Neji’s large, white shirts. Tenten furrows her brow.

She doesn’t remember that being there, though she has been exceedingly tired since she came home a few days ago. She lingers for a few more moments, staring at the shirt, before sighing and retreating to the shower. She has to meet Gai and Lee for a “memorial dinner” for Neji.

Later that night, she will encase herself in his shirt before crawling into bed.


The next morning, Tenten crawls out of bed early. She’s still wearing the shirt, and miraculously months later it still smells of him. As she walks into the kitchen to make coffee, she holds a handful of shirt up to her nose and breathes in deep. Before she can exhale, she freezes.

Sitting on her kitchen counter is a mug that Tenten knows that she didn’t leave out. Not only that, but it’s a certain mug with the words “you are my sunshine” printed on the side that happened to be Neji’s favorite.

Just as she’s about to begin hyperventilating, the doorbell rings. Quickly composing herself, Tenten manages to calmly answer the door. Standing in front of her is one Yamanaka Ino, beaming at her and carrying a large bundle of sunflowers.

Tenten can only stare.

“Good morning, Tenten! Ooh, you look so pretty with your hair down! Here, these are for you.” Ino double checks the address before shoving the bundle of flowers into the other girl’s arms.

Tenten frowns. “But I didn’t order any flowers.”

Ino shrugs. “We had a written order for this address. You live here, so they must be for you. Lucky girl.” She winks and flounces off as the weapons mistress is distracted.

Slowly shutting the door, Tenten inspects the bouquet for any sign of a card, but there is none. Not having any vases, she finds an old glass milk bottle that she fills with water and puts the sunflowers in that. Carefully, she sets them down in a pool of sunlight leaking through from a window.

Turning her attention back to the suspicuous mug, Tenten cradles it lovingly in her hands. Why would this be out on the counter? It’s always kept in the same place in the cabinet, per Neji’s insistence, and she hasn’t had company.

Perhaps she grabbed it by mistake in her exhaustion yesterday.


The next few days pass by in a blur. There is so much rebuilding and reorganizing and reacclimatizing to be done in Konoha, and every shinobi and kunoichi is expected to help out.

Each night Tenten passes out into bed more exhausted than the night before, her dreams vivid with visions of birds in flight.

Despite the freezing temperature of her apartment thanks to the air conditioner, her blankets are always warm. And no matter how much she tosses and turns in the night, she always wakes warm and fully covered by blankets.

On a Monday morning, she wakes up late for training with Gai and Lee and can’t find her favorite kunai. It seems silly to train after experiencing a war from the battlefield, but sometimes routine is all they have that glues them together.

So Tenten tears her apartment apart, trying to find her prized weapon, when the doorbell rings. Roaring in exasperation, she stomps to the door. The person on the other side is the next-to-last person she expects to see.

Hyuuga Hiashi is stern and immovable, even in mourning. His eyes are grim as he greets her, and he refuses her offer to come inside for tea. Given the mess from her earlier rampage, Tenten is relieved. Thankfully, the clan leader gets straight to the point.

“I have been informed that my nephew had a last will and testament drawn up before the war. I have also been notified that you are a beneficiary alongside my daughters.”

Tenten stares at him in disbelief. To confirm his words, Hiashi hands her a heavy envelope.

“In his will, Neji left a provision that, in the event of his death preceeding yours, you should be granted the protection of our clan regardless of the status of your relationship with him, and that you should never want for anything. I have agreed to this provision on the condition that you do not abuse it.”

His severe expression softens at the sight of her stricken face.

“And there is one more thing, contained in that envelope. You will find his mother’s wedding ring.”

He bows and takes his leave, and for the life of her Tenten can’t remember if she managed a thank you. The door slams shut behind her and she slides down against it, hot crocodile tears rolling down her face.

“This isn’t funny, Neji,” she moans, head in her hands.

Then louder, “THIS ISN’T FUNNY.”

It’s a raw scream torn from her throat, proceeded by uncontrollable sobbing. When finally she comes back to herself, she tears at the envelope with shaky hands.

As promised, a silver band falls into her palm. Also contained within the ruined envelope is a set of papers. Wiping away the remnants of her years, she inspects the papers, only to immediately begin crying again.

In her hand is a marriage license and all necessary paperwork to declare her legally married to Neji. His elegant signature graces every page, the only thing missing is her own name beside his.

Her breathing has officially crossed into hyperventilation territory when she looks down to see a pen lying next to her on the floor.

And beside it, her missing kunai.