Patton Valentine is a soft, flower-loving florist with an admiration for all things he believes to be beautiful. The beautiful thing he happens to be admiring lately however, happens to be a young tattoo artist by the name of Virgil Black. This book runs on a schedule and is updated on Tuesdays.

Haphephobia is a rare but often devastating phobia. It's the fear of being touched. Imagine the second someone touches you without warning you immediately cringe and vigorously rub that area until you can no longer feel it. You just want to roll into a ball and cry. People see you as a psychopath, a freak because you are different. What they don't know is why you have this fear. How it had come on. That was something no one knew, you just wanted to forget. It's not easy and it never has been. How can someone fight a fear they've had for twenty years? You simply can't. Do not read if you're sensitive to the topics of abuse, rape, death, or self harm.

⭐It's ya girl here Alex! This is a sequel book or more of a part 2 book of Dorl, Sublex, and Fletch. Warning~ if you're not interested in boy x boy stories feel free to turn off your phone and leave. Any hate comments will be deleted permanently to not to distract other readers. Thank you, for your cooperation.⭐ ⬇Follow these people! ⬇ •@Eumie_Writes •@Potato93Q •@MASLayla123 •@Flowerknight10

[Completed] Virgil texts a number thinking it's his friend Logan, but it turns out that he accidentally texted the wrong number. Oh well, happens all the time, right? You apologize, wish one another luck, and then go your separate ways, and never speak again. At least, that's what Virgil expects, until one day, the stranger texts him again. Over time, he may find that this stranger is the best friend he's ever had. Or maybe, just maybe, a little bit more...

[COMPLETED, BUT CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN] A red rose is love Pricking those who come too close A pink rose is friendship Tying two souls together in harmony An orange rose is passion Blossoming in Lust's foul hands A violet rose is courage Growing in Nature's Garden of Eden A black rose is death Lying gracelessly on the wooden casket Every one of them matches its color Like a military man in solitary line But a yellow rose is different It is not happy or kind A yellow rose is dying love Forever frozen in mid-bloom (poem written by Diana, not me :3) (cover picture isn't mine either, tho I'd be more than happy to give the owner credit or take it down)