#ooc - he sees himself in that flower dont do this to me

[ask-hotguy]

*It was a dried up white orchid, its petals were all curl up, and its stem hanging like a piece of string*

-Two

Oh. It uh.. it died.

That's okay, it's still pretty.

Don't orchids die so gracefully? It's like they're covering their faces, or something, with how they fold in on themselves. Nature's art is gorgeous.

[zyhkoo]

⚡️ Please, please, please

fluff, short oneshot, wally west x f!reader. a/n: my first time writing wally! if he’s ooc here, please dont hesitate to tell me.

( wally tries to get you on a date )

You let out a big exhale as you stretched your limbs. You had just come from a really long mission, and all you long for was rest. You said your report to Bruce and walked into the lounge.

But before you could pass out on a random couch or so, you could feel Wally West’s arm around your shoulders. “Hey, welcome back.” he smiled with his usual bright grin that could blind Helios himself. He always seemed to pop up wherever you went. It was as if he had a sixth sense for your presence. Sometimes it was endearing, but other times it was just plain annoying. And then there was the flirting…

Wally has been infatuated with you for who knows when. He reminds you of a puppy, wherever you go, he was there. Wherever you sat, he was just behind or beside you. You weren’t sure if he was actually interested or not— consider well, he flirted with others too.

You weren’t sure what to make of it. One moment he was flirting with you, and the next he was flirting with anyone else with a pulse. It was like he couldn’t make up his mind. “Hi, Wally.” you sighed, this so called ‘relaxing’ break is going to turn sour.

He was always excited to be around you, his eyes practically sparkling with glee. “You just got back and already you look like you want to fall asleep.” he smiled, lightly poking your cheek. “I’m fine. Just tired.” you said, rubbing your eyes and trying to fight off a yawn. "What do you want, anyway?"

"Oh, nothing in particular." Wally shrugged "Just wanted to see how my favorite hero was doing."

He gave you that charming smile and you suddenly felt more tired than before. It was like his beam was draining out your energy. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to be annoyed right now.” you grumbled, trying to squirm away from his grip. “Don’t be like that, why don’t I take you out tomorrow?” he asked, looking in your bloodshot eyes. Then he pouts, “You never say yes.”

You let out a tired sigh, “And why do you think that is?” He only laughed, shaking his head, “Come on, you can’t keep avoiding me forever. I know you think I’m charming."

But you stared deadpanned, unamused.

He chuckled, not deterred by your unamused expression, "Oh come on, you know you can't resist me. Don’t give me that look…” You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, trying to remain unamused. But the truth is, sometimes his persistence was endearing. "You're insufferable, you know that right?"

After hearing another no, Wally resorted to Dick for advice. He finds him in blüdhaven, walking around with his little dog Haley.

Dick squints to see the familiar figure up ahead “Wally?” He dragged Dick to one side and began to whisper frantically to him, “I need your help. How do I get her to go out with me?” Dick raised his eyebrows, “Is.. is that all?”

“What do you mean ‘is that all’?” Wally said incredulously, “I’ve been trying to get her to go out with me since for.. forever.” Dick chuckled, shaking his head, “Have you ever considered that she just isn’t interested?” He rolls his eyes, “Why wouldn’t she be interested? I mean look at me. I’m a catch.” Dick smiled and patted Wally’s shoulder, “I’m not saying you’re not a catch. But I do think you’re a bit pushy, buddy.”

Dick gives him some advice; instead of flirting hopelessly. He suggested that Wally should treat you genuinely, perhaps some flowers as well. He then bought a bouquet of flowers, nothing too extravagant and rang the doorbell of your home. You wondered who that was, you didn’t order anything and you were definitely not expecting to see a friend. You walked to open your door, “Hello, how may I—“ then you saw him, with a small smile and flowers in his hand “help.”

Wally stood on your doorstep, holding a small bouquet of flowers. His usual goofy smile was softened into a more genuine one, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with hope.

“Hey there,” he said, slightly sheepish. “I uh.. I got these for you.” He held out the flowers towards you, watching your reaction closely. You started to close the door, but Wally’s foot quickly shot out to block it. “Wait, wait, wait! Before you slam the door in my face, just hear me out for a sec, okay?”

You raised your brow as you opened the door. Wally took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. “Look, I know you’ve said no every other time I’ve asked, but I want you to give me a chance,” he began. He held out the bouquet to you again, “No strings attached, no flirting, just... a nice evening out. Just you and me. Please?”

He handed you the flowers with a sheepish smile, something you had never seen before. You took the flowers from him, their petals soft and velvety under your fingertips. Then, you looked up at him, and for a brief moment, you felt a flicker of sympathy for the speedster.

You started to think for a bit, maybe you were too harsh on him? He was actually here, genuinely wanting to ask you out which was entirely different from before. “Okay.” you said quietly.

Wally’s eyes widened in surprise, “Wait, really? You’re saying yes?” he asked, not quite believing his ears. You nodded. “But only if you promise to drop the whole ‘playboy’ act for the night and just be yourself,” you said. Wally nodded quickly, “Can you close the door for a sec?” you blinked for a moment, confused before closing the door.

As soon as you closed the door, Wally let out a silent cheer, doing a silent fist pump in the air. He couldn’t believe it. You actually agreed to a date with him. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, be cool, Wally. Just be yourself." he muttered to himself.

After a few moments, he heard the door open again. He plastered on a charming smile and turned to face you. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, holding out his hand. “Mmm, why not. Let me get my stuff.” you replied.

And from that point on, the two of you started to hang out regularly.

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[fyodors-husband]

Hihi! Can i request some Verlaine sfw and nsfw hcs??? I hope you have a good day!!!

ANON I LOVE YOU.

(Also I assumed you meant x reader so i made them that way, i can make another if it's general hcs!)

Thank you so much for giving me a chance and reason to write for him 💜 he's my favorite!

I hope you have an amazing day aswell!

Also, I apologize if you've been waiting a long time for me to answer I've been less active since my semester is just ending now, but over the summer I'll be much better!

Anyways, here's NSFW and SFW Paul Verlaine HCs!

CW: smut, Very very very slight OOC (we don't mischaratarize verlaine here), stormbringer spoilers, no beta we die like the flags (I'm sorry 😭)

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Verlaine is a very clingy lover, some might even say possessive, the thing about him though is he dosent want to control you

He loves you alot and he feels that your the only person who loves him, so he dosent want to loose you

But he also wants you all to himself, know what I mean?

during, and post stormbringer, he's a spy (post he's in the pm basement but still a spy)

So he's probably got money, and once of his love languages is definitely giving gifts

Another is acts of service. Definitely

Hes not to good at showing his affections for you, so he'll do things for you and buy things for you to try and make up for that

If you knew him pre / during strombringer, you'd be able to see how he's changed between during / post, especially pre / post rimbaud incident (death) and he'd honestly be so grateful that you still love him after all of that

Hed be insecure though, that you'd leave him, please reassure him you do love him alot

Hes definitely a fan of cuddling / snuggling up to you (after a while)

He wouldn't be very open to touch in the start of the relationship (maybe holding hands)

But as he comes to trust you and realize you do actually love him he's alot more fond of touching you and maybe even some PDA

Takes you on the fanciest dates, anywhere you want to go, to the most high-end restraints definitely (he'll have a subordinate get it for you and take it in if he can't leave the basement)

Flowers, lots of flowers, one of thoose guys who keeps one for himself so he knows when he needs to get you new ones

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Switch.

Definitely takes him alot of time to be comfortable enough to trust you with something like actual sex

Within the first few months you've had your first kiss and cuddled

After the six month mark you've most likely made out, but never done anything more

Possibly he'd service you but he's also nervous

Hes not a virgin per say, he definitely has experience, just not alot

When he finally comes around you will not regret waiting

So soft and gentle with you the first time, checking to make sure everything is okay, the most considerate lover

Hes take it very slow at first, especially your first time together, finding out what you like and what you dont and what he can and can't do

After all the foreplay and that, he could get a little rough, not on purpose because he'd never want to hurt you, (without previous discussion) and as soon as you tell him to slow down or stop he would

After the first time, you two talk about what you do and don't like and he's very respectful of it

If you like to be degraded, he'd most likely only say a little bit, he dosent want to hurt your feelings or mentality by accident

he's a hand holder during sex, or some part, he has to be holding onto you all the time atleast on one spot

Scared you'll disappear honestly

If you want to top him, he'd take some time to come around as that's a whole new level of trust but it wouldn't take him as long as it did to agree to sex

Maybe a week or two at most

If you do top him please be gentle, very into soft making love more than rough fucking

Don't degrade him he will cry :(

very very into praise, tell him how good he's doing and how pretty he is, he'll melt (and probably still cry, but not in a bad way)

Will absolutely die if you show any concern for him if he winces or groans, wouldn't think you cared that much about him

He still holds onto you even when he's on the bottom, wraps his arms around your neck

The position is definitely tame at first, he wants to always be facing you aswell, whether he's top or bottom, to make sure your okay and if you two can keep going

He miiiiight be open to positions where he isn't facing you but again, takes a couple weeks

Afterwards very clingy, dosent want to get up or clean up, just wants to lay and hold you

Basically no pillow talk, only because, as i said, not very experienced so he falls asleep quickly

[lanterns-and-daydreams]

Forbidden Fruit

A Grayson Hawthorne x oc fic

Warnings/notes (regarding the whole fic) : slight cursing, sexual innuendos, no smut, MLM, friends to enemies to lovers, might be a lil ooc (forgive me first fic ever if you dont count 'Wine and Woes'), i also changed Cassian to a human instead of a faerie, also, it's gonna be a little slow, please bear with me.

(please heed that this only a work of fiction, so do not be influenced by it, and for the love of God don't do anything that's happening in this fic.)

(trespassing is not a light matter, especially when you're breaking into a multi-billionaire's house. Doing this will have its consequences 🙏💀)

Word count: Idk man, lots of words here 💀

Summary: Grayson Hawthorne had always wanted to be like his grandfather. He had never been in the business of making friends, until he meets someone who is going to turn his life upside down, and possibly make his brain short circuit

Prologue

Part 1

"your ego is bigger than Jupiter itself. Your IQ on the other hand, is the complete opposite"

"i know you ain't talking like that when you don't know what basic slang is, blondie"

"i prefer doing more productive things than spending all my time on such uselessly mind-consuming pieces of media"

"........ This is why you have no friends and no bitches"

"i have you." Grayson smiled, something he rarely did "maybe that's all I need."

Pre-Timeskip

Grayson Hawthorne was not in the business of making friends, much like his grandfather, Tobias Hawthorne. Even though he was only 13 years old, he relied on himself, he did not ask for help. Grayson knew he was extraordinary, his grandfather had made sure he knew.

He was prepared for every possible outcome in every possible situation. Or so he thought, until he was face to face with a rather unusual looking boy

Unusual in the sense that the boy was wearing muddy overalls, his fluffy brown hair had leaves and twigs stuck in it. His smile is too big, too bright, much like the sun shining overhead. Grayson's eyes trail down the short boy's appearance, hes holding his hands out to Grayson, holding two red geraniums in them. The geraniums are muddy too. Grayson's face scrunches up looking at the filth.

"Who are you?" Grayson glares at the boy "And how did you get in here?"

For anyone else, Grayson's glare would have been terrifying. His silver eyes making them uncomfortable in their own skin. But this boy? He kept grinning, and holding out his flowers. The audacity he had to ruin Grayson's peaceful garden time agitated Grayson.

"My name is Cassian!" Cassian smiles brightly "Whats yours?"

Grayson did not want to answer, this boy's innocence was.....annoying, but he did so out of politeness, and perhaps the hope that maybe this boy would leave if he knew who he was talking to was far superior.

"Grayson" Grayson introduced himself "My name is Grayson Hawthorne."

Grayson did not see any flash of recognition in the boy's midnight blue eyes. That agitated him more. First, this boy had the audacity to interrupt his peaceful garden time, Now, he didn't even know who Grayson was?!

"Woah! You have a cool name! Grayson. Gray, like your eyes" he says in awe, as if he had never seen gray eyes before

What was Grayson even supposed to say to that? Grayson frowns at Cassian. Hoping that maybe he'll see the obvious annoyance and leave. But Grayson's hopes were nothing if not futile, because Cassian just smiles at him.

Instead, he just tells him something Grayson does not want to know

"My last name is Moonbeam!" he smiles

Cassian Moonbeam? What a ridiculous name..... Grayson thought

It was also not a name Grayson recognised, so one, this boy was not from a prominent family, and two, he was not a worker's son. Since those children never approached Grayson, knowing who he is.

"You do realize that you're trespassing, right?" Grayson raises an eyebrow, looking down his nose at the boy

Cassian cocks his head to the side a little "Trespassing?" he says, expression neutral "but there's only one of me, wouldnt that make it unopassing?" he grins

This boy..... Grayson's mind comes up with a few rude words, but he decides to keep them to himself.

Instead, he calmly says "That wasn't funny"

"it wasn't meant to be."

"How did you get in here?"

"i slid through the tall border thingy" Cassian points at the tall border that separated the woods from the estate. Grayson's eyes slid from the metal border back to Cassian

"And no one saw you? Not even one of the guards? And how in the world did you manage to slip through the gap?!"

"oh. Um. Well, i kinda watched the guards routine a lot, so I slipped in when they were away." Cassian grins "And it's not that small of a gap. Plus, I'm small and lean"

Grayson was so done with this kid and this whole conversation. He wanted this boy gone

He sighs and states "Trespassing, especially onto the Hawthorne estate, is a crime"

Cassian's grin disappears and he cocks his head to the side "Crime? Are you saying the police are gonna arrest me?"

"im saying they can if they are notified"

"Then let's not tell them." Cassian slightly juts out his lower lip

Grayson was appalled. Things like this should be notified. So no one else creeps onto the territory. Tobias Hawthorne was a man whose head multiple people wanted. Grayson didnt know who those people were or why, but he knew that with power, came risk.

"Are you seriously telling me I shouldn't tell someone that someone trespassed onto the territory?!"

Cassian shrugs and Grayson wants to strangle him, instead, he sighs exasperatedly

"How old are you?"

"11. Why?"

"Doesn't that explain so many things" Grayson says sarcastically and rolls his eyes

"What does that mean!?"

"Nothing you should be concerned about considering the situation you're in. How do you even plan to get out of here?"

Cassian looks a little confused "Huh? What do you mean? I'll just go back out the same way I came in"

Grayson scoffs "Thats not what I meant. Now, hypothetically, I don't tell on you, but do you really expect to just leave without a scratch? One of the guards could see you as you're trying to get out. Fate isn't in your hands"

Cassian pauses "But I already have scratches"

Grayson grits his teeth "Those are not the kind of scratches I'm talking about, Cassian"

"Doesn't matter." Cassian frowns slightly "What about you? How old are you?"

"I have no reason to tell you" Grayson replies dismissively, pauses, and then says "13"

The smirk on Cassian's face is smug "oh, so you're a baby. Like me"

"Baby?!" Grayson looks offended "I am not a baby!"

"You are" Cassian leans forward, and with one muddy finger, boops Grayson's nose "Boop!"

That's it. How dare this....this commoner touch him?! It was bad enough not knowing who he is, now this?!

"Do that again-" Grayson starts to threaten, but is cut off with another boop to the nose "Wha-"

"You said 'do it again' " Cassian smirks cheekily

"I swear to God-" Grayson takes a deep breath, composing himself. It was not like him to lose his temper over something like this "Do not do that again. Now, state your business for bothering me"

"Flowers." Cassian holds up the geraniums "For you."

Grayson paused, processing this information "......"

"you trespassed onto Hawthorne property to give me flowers?!"

Cassian nodded excitably

"You are either exceptionally smart or extremely stupid" Grayson sighs "i do not want your flowers"

"ill forgive you for calling me stupid, since I want to be your friend."

"i do not want you as a friend. Why would you even want to be friends with me?"

"Because you're a loner with no friends to bring you flowers" Cassian shrugs

Grayson had to admit, that stung. He did have so-called "friends", but he never was close with them, so they were more like strangers that he knew. But was he going to admit he didn't have friends to Cassian? Absolutely not.

"i have friends" Grayson grits through his teeth, fists clenching at his sides. He was getting impatient.

"No, you don't. I would've seen them if you did" Cassian says smugly

Grayson pauses, inhaling a sharp breath "you were stalking me?"

"i wouldnt say that," Cassian takes a step closer as Grayson takes one back "More like, saw you sitting here alone everyday as I passed by."

"And if i dont believe you?" Grayson says, internally prepared for a fight

"Well, I'm already here and giving you flowers. Red, right? Your favourite color?" he holds up the flowers again

"Youre a wierdo," Grayson slaps his hand away "i dont want your flowers."

Cassian frowns a little "oh. That's okay, maybe you hate these ones. I'll bring you some more tomorrow"

"Do not come back" Grayson grits

"im gonna" Cassian places the flowers at Grayson's feet, stands back up, looks at Grayson, shoots him a mischievous grin, and boops his nose again, making Grayson's nose officially the most booped part of his body.

Grayson opens his mouth to finally curse but Cassian starts running away "Oh, no, you don't." Grayson runs after him

But Cassian is surprisingly fast, and dodges Grayson multiple times

"We're playing tag, now?" Cassian snorts a laugh

Grayson realizes what's happening and stops dead in his tracks and frowns, glaring at Cassian.

"Leave." he says, barely holding on to his anger

"Why-" Cassian begins, but Grayson interrupts

"Leave before I tell on you. I'm giving you a free card once, don't expect it again" Grayson takes a breath through his teeth

Cassian slowly blinks at him, but then smiles softly and says "Okay! I'll figure out how to get out by myself next time"

Grayson watches as the boy sneakily watches out for the guards, and then darts into the woods without being seen, and eventually vanishes out of sight.

Grayson lets out a huff of irritation, and begins to walk back to the House, when he notices the muddy geraniums on the grass in front of him.

He hesitates for a second before picking them up.

I'll just throw them away, it doesn't matter. He thought

But a small part of Grayson, that he desperately tried to push away, wants to keep them. He doesn't want to admit it, but he really did not have any friends to bring him flowers. He was still suspicious of the boy, but he decided to see where all of this would end.

But for now, all he had to focus on was getting inside, taking a much needed shower, because of that pesky boy, and then attend lunch with his brothers and Grandfather.

Prologue part2

Tagging:

@never-enough-novels @pink-mask-06

@x-liv25-jamieswife

[pastara-cell]

Me when someone willingly asks me to drop my hyper fixation head-canon list: (im so normal about them i swear 🙏)

Okay so, i’ve found out that despite these being rather new headcanons (made within the last 2 months) they’re rather outdated 😔. I based a lot of them on a story i made for them, which i now see as SUPER ooc, so i’m sharing around 2/3 of my list now, and dropping the other 1/3 when its updated to fit more towards the actual characters, rather than based off my silly little daydreams

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General story headcanons:

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>They started talking to eachother after school, because sean stayed after school to clean the music room, and drew had detention. They both left around the same time, which meant they bumped into eachother. Drew wasnt too outwardly hostile to sean (considering that sean’s older, and the only music club member he doesn’t actively tease), so sean took some time to question him on stuff. long story short, they had a heart to heart, figured out they didnt hate eachother, drew started staying after school to hang out with him, and they got together after a while (I have a whole ass story but this is a summary of it)

>The relationship is kept rather secret from the music club and the dromies. (Music club because they dont necessarily love drew, and the dromies because they’re little shits and would tease Drew endlessly/pos)

>Sean’s helping drew out on his redemption arc. they talk a lot, sean makes sure he isnt overthinking or blowing situations out of proportion. Drew’s extremely grateful for it, and as a result, is a lot less stressed out. (We love communication and healthy relationships 🙏🤍)

>They bonded a lot over shared home-life issues, specifically with parents and no siblings. Drew and sean both shared their experiences with being the authority family-figure in their friend group (sean being the ‘big brother’ of the music club, and drew being the ‘dad’ of the jomies)

>Drew’s love languages are quality time and giving gifts, while sean’s are quality time and doing acts of service. Safe to say they both love spending time together, and do it often

Random ass headcanons that are canon because i said so/silly:

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>They play Nintendo games together, VERY specifically Nintendo games. Sean likes the soundtrack and the controls, and Drew is down to play literally any game ever so long as he’s spending time with him

>Sean stays over at drew’s house a lot when things get rough at home.

>When sean comes over on rough home nights, Drew cooks for him and absolutely pampers the shit out of sean. Heated blanket, meals if needed, snacks, gifts, and lots of cuddles and hugs. Sean enjoys it, but makes sure that drew sits down and just spends time with him without overworking himself

>Neither of them are big on kissing, not that they’re necessarily against it, but they prefer holding hands, cuddling, or handshakes. They have the most epic handshake ever actually, the most ever one to ever exist and its theirs

>They both love toread e-books, so they tried to do it together one time, but sean takes his time and drew is a speedreader. Safe to say that it was a one time thing

>Drew and sean have a joint minecraft server together, they both live in the same house. Drew does all the fighting, and sean does all the building. Neither of them can do redstone

>Sean calls drew “beau” as a petname, drew calls sean “babe”

>They text a lot, but due to their relationship being secret, they have eachother saved as ‘Jimmy’ and ‘scott’/ref and say that they’re just friends in seperate states. (I love you flower husbands…)

>Drew helps sean clean out the music room occasionally after school, but is EXTREMELY wary of his surroundings, just incase anyone would walk in. Sean isn’t as worried

>Sean very often reassures drew that besides school, drew is his top priority, and that he means the world to him. Drew enjoys this greatly, but wont admit it.

>Sean can read drew’s rbf perfectly

>Daisy mayyyy or may not know that they’re together. “Perhaps they’re really good friends?” (That girls got eyes everywhere…/vpos)

>Drew and sean text eachother during passing periods, and during lunch, and occasionally in class

>Seans really good at science, whereas, drew’s a lot better with language arts. They help eachother out on tests, but neither of them are good at math

>adding onto that, Drew’s in an advanced english class (he learns with seniors) so he managed to pull a few strings to get into sean’s class. (They sat next to eachother ‘on accident’)

>sean’s very set on open communication in their relationship, which drew is new to. They’re both going through it together, and guess what, mr plum over here is gonna heal 💪🔥 (slowly, but surely)

>Sean helps drew out with genshin events

>does Sean propose to drew after he gets his dipoma and heads off to college in another state because i said so and these are my headcanons? Yes, yes he does 🔥🔥/silly

>Engagement is kept a secret until Drew graduates as well, he thanks ‘his fiancée’ when receiving his diploma

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I skipped out on a lot of em, but its taking too long to write all of these out so i’ll put more in the next wave and fill in their story a bit more 👍👍

I love them guys they deserve the world….(angst fic coming soon/j)

( @rosypenguins )

[trophyposting]

TROPHY HEADCANONS bc i am spinning him around in my mind 24/7

•he LOVES studio ghibli movies bc of the art. he saw some of the residents watching ponyo in the lobby and he did that thing where he just stood in one place not sitting down to watch it bc he didnt wanna seem like he liked it. but he does. his favorite scenes art-wise are the big zoomed out landscapes and that one scene in ponyo where the town is underwater

•he cries like super easily (see waffling about and this post) and he doesnt even have to be very upset either it just kind of happens. crybaby ass

•he is an (probably undiagnosed) adhd-haver. i dont really have any evidence for this i just feel it in my bones

•he has NPD. i do have evidence for this one actually but that would be a whole post on its own honestly

•eventually his interest in photography extends to an interest in things he likes to photograph (eg. plants/flowers and butterflies)

•when clover comes to the island trophy ends up photographing (and by extension hanging out with) her a lot because she's, like, supernaturally photogenic and trophy loves how photos of her turn out. they become friends :-)

•he actually does genuinely dominate at dodgeball bc it involves two of his favorite things: 1. violence and 2. targeting the most autistic people he can find. cheesy just happened to throw him off with that joke about balls (also one of his favorite things)

•there's gotta be like some actual psychological warfare shit going on between trophy and tissues bc not only are they both petty bitches (more accurately tissues is a petty bitch and trophy is quick to anger and holds grudges which creates a self-perpetuating cycle of bitchiness) and they also spent like,., months in a closet together which is of course a recipe for disaster. in the case of limegold they're like that post about having sex by standing on opposite sides of the room fully-clothed trying to explode each other with their minds

•if trophy and cabby met i think they would actually hit it off bc he loves talking about himself and cabby loves knowing things about people. i even think he would be understanding of her memory issues bc his adhd ass would be like "? you forget things sometimes? hey me too dw abt it" bc like. even if her memory problems are more severe than his he still, like, understands yk (i do NAWT CARE if this is ooc they mean everything. 2 me)

•if trophy and silver spoon met silver spoon would dislike him for being "uncivilized and uncouth" and trophy would dislike him for being a snob. i love the aesthetic of those two as a duo but sadly i can't imagine them befriending each other

•he's probably from some totally obscure and random state in the midwest. like, iowa or nebraska or something. minnesota perhaps

•he kind of knows, at least on some level, that his decision-making skills aren't. great. that knowledge has not and never will stop him from continuing to make questionable decisions

•he loves relaxing and being alone, probably more than anyone would expect. he does have a workout regimen as fan said but working out is really more of a meditative and stress-relieving activity for him even if he isn't really fully aware of it. this is also (at least part of the reason) why he loves photography

•he kind of hates sleeping in his room bc of tissues' sneezing so he's developed insomnia and kind of just. wanders around at night. when he does get tired he just falls asleep in random places, usually on the couch in the lobby but sometimes he just. passes out on the floor

•that is. it :-)

[sleepy159]

Firey Gaze

summary: fluff alphabet luka hsr

hey yall im not dead yet!!!! so heres some fluff :3 (might be ooc)

cw: cringe,other than that just fluff (i think dont qoute me on that))

wc: 1,238

also no beta we die like dazai

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A - admire - what do they admire about you?

•Confidence. He is very confident himself so, he honestly would be star struck if his partner was also confident, even just a little bit. It doesnt have to be confidence about your appearance just ANYTHING. A hobby, a collection, a friend, your boundaries, etc.

B - body - what is their favorite part of your body?

•Your eyes, he probably gets distracted by your eyes when hes fighting and gets hit.

C - cuddles - do they like to cuddle?

• At first he wouldn't because he would be scared his robotic arm would make you uncomfortable but once you reassure him, he warms up to it and loves to cuddle (would rather die than ask you to cuddle though, straight up drags you with him and cuddles you )

D - dreams - what do picture yalls future to be like?

•Luka would NOT wanna be tied down with kids. But hes always up for animals!! (hc hes a dog person.) Luka would like to eventaully live in the same house as you too.

E - early or late riser?

•He is 100% a morning person, wakes up at 5am with a shit load of energy and goes to do a full ass workout.

F - fight - how often do yall fight?

•Hes constanly fighting and getting beat up, coming home covered in blood and bruises on the verge of death.I think you would be worried and lecture him and he would say, "This is what i enjoy!" there will be fighting sometimes. Hes pretty good at apologizing though.

G - gentle - how gentle are they, emontally and physically?

•Ok, bbg is VERY emontally gentle, istg he will do anything for you, no questions asked as long as he gets a kiss or a hug as a reward. and physically? ok so he TRYS to be super gentle but because hes so strong and all that jazz, he might accidentally hurt you

H - honest - do they hide things from their s/o?

•ok he 100% shares almost everything with you, but,if you ask him if you look good in smth and he doesnt think so, he will be SWEATING."o-oh u-uhm! i-its...?" he wont give you a direct answer. but besides that, he wont keep secrets unless its for your own good. Also he wont give to many details about his past untill hes more comfy with you.

I - i love you - how long did it take for them to say ily

he hands you flowers and choclate before blurting it out, rubbing the back of his head nervously as he tries to act confident. If you reject him he will try to switch the topic. (awkwardly)

J - jealousy - how fast do they get jealous?

•Dont quote me on this but, he quite literality thinks Aphrodite (or Idrila?) came down and personally blessed you, hes very confident so he probs gets jealous like mediocrely fast but doesn't let it show until the person is like CLEARLY. hitting on you because he doesn't wanna be overbearing

K - kiss - where do they like to be kissed,where do they like to kiss you,what is kissing them like?

•he loves to be kissed on his nose OR knuckles, i cant explain why,also kiss his robotic hand and he will FOLD. likes to kiss right underneath your eye and your forehead because hes pure like that. hes probably not that experienced in kissing you so you might have to guide him but,hes like so confident when hes kissing you, you forget if he does smth wrong. will ask for kisses without shame.

L - little ones - how are they w/ kids?

•Hes fucking amazing with kids,tells them storys, feeds them, helps them, like hes amazing with them but doesnt want to feel tied down with a family so he visits the moles a lot.

M - memory - whats their fav memory of you?

•one time you needed to burn off some steam and he suggested that you could spar with him, with a little bit of convincing, you agreed and something about seeing you sweating and moving around in the dimly lit room just like made him feel butterflys, no i cant explain why.

N - nicknames - what do they call their s/o?

•alrighty, he would call you like weird nicknames as a joke to embarrass you, but fr? he uses "love" for a pet name

O - open - how long does it take for them to open up to you?

• About his past? depends. He doesnt really keep his past a huge secret but he 100% wont bring it up unless you ask because he finds opening up to be awkward and a sign of weakness (unless its someone else venting, then its fine just not him.)

P - patience - how quickly are they annoyed?

•Doesnt get annoyed fast because he quite literately spends his whole life training and then still fails sometimes, so hes very patient, and when his patience runs thin, either he is not aware and might snap at you, or hes very aware and runs away to avoid snapping at you

Q - quizzes - how much do they remember about you?

•Forgets his own age but he does remember the important things about you like your birthday, favorite candy, color, etc!

R - rainy day - what do they like to do on rainy days?

•he loves to take you outside and find worms, stomp in puddles, pull pranks on random people, etc. You gotta remeber hes still a kid (17) also if you get a cold the next day, hes apologizing like his life depends on it

S - security (hahahahah got you) - how protective are they?

•he knows you can protect yourself because he has probably taught you some self defense moves, but if hes there and some person is like trying to touch or or assault you, lets just say its a gorey sight<3

T - talk - what do they like to talk to you about?

•Everything and nothing, he shares all the gossip with you. also, bring up the topic of insects and suddenly hes reciting to you a whole ass book about them

U - ugly - what is a red flag of theirs?

•After a fight,he will just shower you in praises and everything to try and get you to stop being mad,now you might think "oh this isnt that bad!!!" to which your right in some degree BUT it’s a little manipulative core

V - vanity - how concerned are they with their looks?

•Considering hes a champion of Belobog, he is pretty concerned about his looks, he LOVES when you compliment him, will never forget it.

W - whole - would they feel complete w/o you?

•Would mange ok physically, his performance might falter a little but emotionally? if hes opened up to you, hes not recovering. But of course he plays it off because he’s to proud for that. (will beg for you back if given the opportunity.)

X- xtra - random hc for them

•Loves to show you off,basically the whole of belobog knows you two are dating.

Y - yuck - what is something they would not like in a partner?

• A overly sympathetic person, no i can’t explain this one and please don’t get mad at me

Z - zzz - what are they like when they sleep?

•if you guys are cuddling, you might break a rib or two from him holding you so tightly.

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a/n: i got these hcs out of satans ass,so if they are ooc,please tell me

[im-a-moldy-bread]

HAPPY EXISTENCE DAY

♡ angst ♡ not proof read ♡ slight gore for sensitive readers ( like a grain of sand ) ♡ not really accurate to lore ♡ ooc

Artist on twitter: Elico79068549

"Scara, today is my birthday!"

"Ah you mean that day where humans celebrate their first day of worthless and mundane existence despite their creation being of no effort of their own?"

"Yes, but it's also to celebrate the fact that you're able to live to this age happy and healthy, for the people around you to be joyful about your presence in their life!"

"How utterly useless, as all humans traditions"

"Eh I guess I should just jump off a cliff right now then since you clearly aren't happy with my existence"

His eyes shot up, he didn't expect you to take it that badly. Panic start running in his veins.

"AHAHAHAHA I'm joking of course. Here, I saved a piece of the birthday cake for you! You're okay with vanilla flavour, right?"

"It doesn't matter to me what flavour it is."

Despite his hesitancy, he took the cake from your hand.

"It taste..decent enough."

"I know you would like it! Enjoy the cake! I'm going to go ham on the booze, cya!"

"HEY I NEVER SAID I LIKED IT, AND DONT DRINK TOO MUCH YOU- *Bam* idiot..."

the door shut on your departure

" *sigh * I will take care of her later"

Scaramouche returned to his paperwork as the next day arrives. That was how you spend your first birthday with him.

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You guys were taking a stroll down the street. Well, it's more like you pushed him out the office to accompany you to your whimps.

"Y/N I STILL HAVE WORK TO DO!"

"Indeed, and one of them is seeing the streets with me. Hurry now, we're going to miss the fireworks!"

"What reasoning is that? Wha-"

You hold his hand and ran before letting him finishing his sentence (most likely another insult). Scaramouche give up on resisting. He doesn't know what get you so excited, but he is used to falling for your sudden nature by now. He stared at your back, at your hair that bounce up and down as you ran, at your jumpy happiness that he wants to keep all to himself, at you, all of you.

Suddenly you stopped in yout tracks.

"Scara look!!!!" You points upwards.

Fireworks of different colour set ablaze high up in the nightsky. Like a thousands different kind of fiery flowers.

The moonlight shine delicately on your face, as the reds, the blues, the greens pop up and went out.

He wanted to burn this sight into his memories, into his eternity.

You look back at him.

"Sorry, I wanted to spend my birthday with you this year but I could only force you out of your office. Otherwise you won't come at all!"

You pout, holding scaramouche hands more tightly than ever.

Maybe you're just as afraid of losing him as he is of you.

"Happy existence day, y/n."

He let out without a thought. His voice was soft. And you knew it was for your ears only.

"Its happy birthday stupid."

He deadpanned.

"Fine, I take it back."

"HEY NO BACKSIES! Plus I would pay you one million to say it again!"

"Then... I shall say it to you next year too."

"Ehh i cant wait that long! Ahh dear Barbatos please let time past faster."

"Pfttt impatient as always hahaha."

"I can't help it. NEXT YEAR, COME SOONER!!"

You shouted.

Your smile is brighter than the moon, he thought. Its funny how you get so excited about the simplest of things, he thought. I wish you stayed that way forever, he thought.

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Scaramouche just return from his expedition.

He's holding a letter you wrote just yesterday, filled with honey laced words , bunch of I miss you, I love you and lastly a "I wanted to see you again ░▒▓██▓▒░". And at the end of the letter, your signature and the date.

Ah it's that day again. Perhaps that why you both were longing for each other so much eventhough you guys had only been three days apart.

He remembered humans have tradition of giving gifts on birthdays. He himself have readied your gift a few weeks ago. A of custom made pendant, made by the most renowned blacksmiths in teyvat, reminiscent of the fireworks and fake stars you both seen together last year.

He spare no time and hurried to your residence. With no second waste, he arrived at your door. He took a deep breath, mustered up every bit of emotion in his body and knock before opening the door.

"HAPPY EXISTENCE DAY, Y/N!"

However, his short lived excitement was responded with silence. Knowing y/n, they most likely is celebrating in their room with their friends. He didn't like the idea of not being the first to wish them on this special day, but he miss them too much to care. He expected your loud voice filled with joy, but as always, you surpass his expectations. Your corpse lay limp as you hang from the ceiling, skin white as the snezhnaya snow,

Scaramouche stood still, he froze in place as his eyes examine and take in every part of your corpse. Then, he hug you, hug you so tightly blood started oozing out of your cutted wounds and one might think your bone shattered.

He wanted to hold your hand one last time, but it was clenching something you refused to let go even after you died. A sticky note, messily written.

"I wanted to see you again before I go. Wish me happy birthday will ya?"

He hooked the pendant to your flesh.

"Happy existence day, y/n. May it corrodes with you."

He didn't cry. He didn't laugh. He was emotionless. This void appeared in his hollow husk once again.

Once more, I've been tainted by worldly filth

My 4th betrayal was a heart, a lover.

Surrounded by sorrow and grief, they seek to run away from the prison of their mind, robbing my torso central cog and leaving me behind to rot.

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A fic to myself 30102022

[thosch3i]

Hi hi! So the lost tombs and chronology all super confuse me. So tlt2 ended on a cliffhanger that was not resolved by tlt3 which is ultimate note, but now there is another tlt3 that I am guessing is made by the same studio as tlt2 (but not UN) that actually follows tlt2? And it has the same WPZ as tlt2 (but sadly different WX, ZQL though I’m sure these guys are great). You seem to know what you’re talking about so I’m hoping you can help!

UN also ended on a cliff hanger so I’m wondering if they’ll get a sequel from their studio that comes before tomb of the sea.

ahhh hello anon! yes ahaha the dmbj dramas are certainly very confusing--because they keep switching the screenwriters/entire production team between dramas. huanrui did tlt1 (2015), tlt2 (2019), and the sequel to tlt2 (2021). they're also technically the production company for un (2020), but linghe did like all the directing/casting/writing so its significantly different in tone and quality from the other dramas huanrui produced. npss (dmbj author) did sha hai (2018) and tltr (2020), with sha hai being in collab with linghe, so you can see lots of parallels with un and shared cast. (gonna add that i dont know much about the m9 because that’s not what im personally interested in, so i’m only going by stories with wu xie & the iron triangle.)

unfortunately, the dramas pretty have no continuity as a result of all the weird shit and multiple studios doing different dramas and messy stuff going on behind the scenes. the author's production company currently has all the rights back for filming future dramas, which is......imo, a good thing for book fans who love the author but a 😬 thing for book fans who like the original story more than what the author is now doing with it. I'll uh avoid saying too much opinion stuff though so no more on that 😅

that aside! yes 云顶天宫 “explore with the note” part 2......is the direct sequel to tlt2 and done by the same studio. unfortunately the writers are different and im not sure how much of the production team is the same either. idk how much you know about the novels so brief summary here--for the chinese version, the main story has 9 parts split among 8 books (though the official eng tls have each part being a different book) with some important content being as follows:

official eng title “cavern of blood zombies” (first time wx goes into a tomb, first t3j meeting)

official eng title “angry sea, hidden sands” (xisha seabed tomb, introduce a-ning)

official eng title “bronze tree of death” (bronze tree in qinling, wx & lao yang solo adventure)

official eng title “palace of doom” (heavenly palace on the clouds, introduce bronze gate)

official eng title “deadly desert winds” (golmud, introduce hei xiazi, desert, rainforest, tamutuo)

official eng title “graveyard of a queen” (the rest of that arc, wu sanxing & xie lianhuan reveal, jade meteorite, amnesiac xiaoge and escape, sanshu vanishes for good--also i think the official eng tl covers a couple chapters of the beginning of the next part too)

阴山古楼 (searching for xiaoge’s memories in banai, miluotuo cave, i think introduction of wu erbai)

邛笼石影 (auction/hotel iron triangle fight, introduce xiao hua & xiuxiu, wx & xh on the mountains alone while pz & xg go with granny huo)

finale (rescue from zhang family mansion, changbai mountain goodbye, 10 years promise)

after the main story are the main sequels:

zang hai hua (tibetan sea flower; unfinished & abandoned) covers wu xie a few years after xiaoge has entered the gate, searching to understand xiaoge’s past

sha hai (tomb of the sea; unfinished & abandoned) covers wu xie’s plan to wipe out the wang family, after zhh

chongqi (reunion: the sound of the providence) covers wu xie’s lung disease and how he recovers from that, set after they pick up xiaoge again from the bronze gate. thunder city and everything.

灯海寻尸&万山极夜 (still updating on wechat) don’t worry about this one since it’s still a WIP lol

btw between sha hai and chongqi there’s also ten years later (a short story) that covers how wu xie and pangzi pick up xiaoge from the bronze gate and take him home

the dramas Do Not Connect To Each Other At All, which the exception of tlt2 & tlt2 pt2 somewhat, but they go in this order:

盗墓笔记 / the lost tomb 1 (2015): covers part 1 but with major OCs and filler, and includes the auction scene from part 8 for some reason, so introduces xiao hua early.

怒海潜沙&秦岭神树 / the lost tomb 2 (2019) technically “explore with the note”: covers parts 2 & 3 but with major OCs and filler, introduces xiao hua & xiuxiu (and hei xiazi briefly) early. last couple episodes also cover the beginning of part 4. not a direct sequel to tlt1 despite being done by the same studio.

云顶天宫 / heavenly palace on the clouds (2021) technically also “explore with the note”: covers part 4 with major OCs and filler (and the same changes carrying over from tlt2). some episodes are identical to the last couple episodes of tlt2. works as a direct sequel only if you ignore the last couple episodes of tlt2 that take place in the snowy mountains. (those episodes of tlt2 were filmed after this drama was filmed, and im still not sure why they dragged the wu xie and xiaoge from tlt2 back to changbai mountain to film those episodes.)

终极笔记 / ultimate note (2020): covers parts 5-8 with minor OCs and minimal filler, also introduces xiao hua & xiuxiu early. the only adaptation that resembles its source material most of the time.

沙海 / tomb of the sea (2018): covers the second sequel with major OCs and filler. includes some bits from zhh and the short story “three days of silence”.

重启之极海听雷 / the lost tomb reboot (2020): covers third sequel with major OCs and filler.

in addition there is the prequel series mystic nine (2016) and side movies for the dramas that the author produced. there is also a single standalone movie--time raiders (2016) that is....well it’s. very strange. it’s fully subbed on youtube if you’re interested?

the best way to watch the dramas is to assume each one is its own self-contained AU set along different points of the dmbj timeline because even the dramas the author himself worked on don’t have continuity LOL (and with the exception of ultimate note & sha hai most of the time, also assume most characters are pretty OOC from the novels).

i uh regret to inform you though, that ultimate note will not be getting a sequel unless the author magically decides to not care about making money anymore and sells the rights to film the finale to linghe or something ^^;;;; it’s....unfortunate bc un is the most highly-rated dmbj adaptation on douban by A Lot, but it’s an adaptation that the author had literally nothing to do with whatsoever.

more information on some of the side movies/stage plays/manhua/donghua here.

summaries of the main novel stories (currently through zhh) here.

edited mtl (some of which has apparently been looked over by native cn speakers) of the novels following where official eng tls end here. (there are many scattered extras as well.)

you can get the official eng tl books/ebooks on amazon or elsewhere(?), but if you have problems purchasing them or like you just dont wanna support amazon or something, dm me off anon. (also i dont want to be mean but frankly the official tls are kinda bad too ^^;;;)

a rough timeline (spoilers galore) for the dmbj novels here. (fair warning im not 100% sure how accurate all of this is--they put three days of silence as 1991 but looking at the info in zhh, it seems like it should have been before the 1950s...but it’s more than fine as a general overview.)

anyway i hope that was helpful in some way? dmbj is a Very Confusing thing to get into ahahaha, one of my twitter mutuals has made a few carrds if you think they might be helpful: book, dramas (slightly out of date bc it says heavenly palace hasn’t aired yet), ultimate note (got its own carrd by virtue of being the only adaptation aside from sha hai sometimes that most og book fans acknowledge lol ^^;;;)

also anon if anything wasn’t clear or if you had more questions feel free to ask again sorry ahahaha im kinda tired rn @.@ 

[snapdragon-mina]

Critical Beauty

A/n: This is my part of the POCuties Playlist Collab :)

I love bo with my WHOLE heart. I'm sorry if it seems rushed or ooc, ive been hella stressed lmao. Anyway, enjoy this fic based on Critical Beauty by Pentagon.

Warnings: Swearing? I think that's all.

•••

You became friends with Konoha Akinori rather easily when you transferred. He was fun to be around and you guys just clicked. After a few weeks of friendship, he offered for you to come watch him and the team practice.

"Hey, (l/n), you don't have anything to do after school... Do you?" He asked.

"Uh no, not that I know of. Why?"

"I wanted to see if you'd come watch me and the others practice." He shrugged as he relaxed in his seat keeping a watchful eye on the clock.

"Volleyball practice? That's a bunch of hot sweaty men in one place, sir who do you take me for?" You held a look of disgust on your face as you looked at him. Konoha snorted and shot you a look.

"You don't wanna know."

You faked offense but agreed to watch his practice after class.

You arrived shortly after practice had already begun. You opted for quietly taking a seat as nobody had even seemed to notice you slip into the gym. You were there for a good five minutes before Konoha realized you were already here. He had stopped dead in his tracks, piquing someone's attention.

"Wait, (l/n), when did you get here?"

You rolled your eyes at the question. "Been here for like 5 minutes, thanks for finally noticing tho." As the two of you were joking around you could feel someone else's eyes on you.

"Konoha, why is the one with that phat ass staring at me-"

As soon as those words left your lips, Bokuto froze and all eyes were on him. Akaashi bumped his shoulder against Bokuto's and that knocked him out of his semi-frozen state. "What's your name?" He blurted out almost immediately.

You raised an eyebrow but answered him nonetheless. "I'm (l/n) (y/n); Konoha's only friend."

Konoha flipped you off at that.

"I'm Bokuto Kōtarō, Its nice to meet you (l/n)-chan!" He smiled really wide up at you.

"(l/n)-chan, huh? Okay." You smiled back down at him and he swears he felt his heart swell.

•••

At this point the entire school knew. A few days ago, you bumped into Bokuto in the hallways. As you went to apologize, his eyes lit up and he reached into his bag, pulling out a -somehow perfectly intact- flower. "(l/n)-chan! This morning I was walking, and there was a rose. If you like it you can take it!"

"Oh, thank you, Bo. Pink is actually one of my favorite colors." You smiled as you gently took the rose from his hands.

His eyes widened slightly at your smile and shifted his eyes away. "I never knew you liked pink... But now that you're holding it in front of me, It suits you." He walked off before you could notice the growing warmth spreading through his face.

That wasn't the only time, though. Over the course of three months, you would receive dozens of gifts. Anything ranging from flowers, to food, to jewelry. He always said something that made it super obvious how absolutely infatuated he was with you. However, his dumb ass didn't even realize he was being obvious until you called him out during his latest gift.

Bokuto came up to you after one of his practices. "Something annoying but sparkling was strangely in my pocket. I swear I don't know how it got there." He handed you a silver ring with some sort of gem inside of it. Was it real? You have no idea but you wouldn't put it past him if it was. "You can have it, since my fingers dont fit."

You looked at him skeptically before slipping the ring onto one of your fingers. His face started heating up again as he watched you and you could've sworn you heard something along the lines of: "it fits on your finger so well that it gives me chills."

"Are you positive you have no idea where it came from?" You asked, peeping the ring that looked eerily similar to the one he just gave you, on his finger.

"Yep! Not a clue. It's just a coincidence that the same one happens to be on my finger too."

At this point you'd had enough. You stared him directly in his eyes, not saying or doing anything; waiting for him to crack.

He started shifting his weight from leg to leg under your gaze. "Don't stare at me like that." You didn't let up. "Fine, what are you curious about?" He tried to look anywhere but directly at you.

"Bo, you keep gifting me these little gifts. I really do appreciate them, but I need an explanation." You crossed your arms and waited patiently.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "I don't need to say the obvious again, it's written all over your face."

You grinned. "I'm not saying anything in response until I get a proper confession. Details and everything." Bokuto's eyes widened.

"I'm not ready to-"

Your smile softened. "That's fine, Bo. I already adore you as is, so I'll wait for you. Just do it when it feels right for you." The panicked look on his face dissipated and he nodded.

"Okay! Wait for me until then, please." And with that he ran off to do God knows what.

•••

Four more months and Bokuto was still giving you gifts, but he had yet to actually "confess properly". You were patient through it all and then one day, Bokuto stopped giving you gifts.

Your thoughts were spiralling as you questioned why. Why would he stop? Did he mean to? Did this fucking idiot go broke buying me all that shit? You shook your head as you walked towards you locker. You almost didn't notice Konoha standing there with a smug little shit eating grin as he held out a letter with a little heart seal on it.

"Konoha what are you-"

"(l/n)-chan I'm so in love with you, please make me the happiest man in the entire world and accept my confession!" It was obvious that he was faking. He could barely get through a word without laughing.

"Eat shit and die." You laughed as you snatched the letter from his hands.

"It's actually Bokuto-san's letter. He was supposed to give it to you like a week ago but he chickened out and Akaashi-san had to get the letter from him. He asked me to deliver it to you since we're in the same class and all."

"Oh say less" He waved goodbye to you and walked off, leaving you with the letter. You carefully opened it and read it to yourself silently.

"I would fall over and die if I said this in person, but this is a letter! :)

Day after day I live for you, I'll give you everything. If Im with you I swear everywhere will feel like Hollywood. You have the best smile I've ever seen and everytime you smile I feel really hot, it's like I'm addicted to you. I just want you to know that I really really really like you.

-Bo <3"

You smiled softly before placing the letter in your bookbag and getting what you need out of your locker.

After class ended for the day, you walked towards the gym as you knew volleyball practice was being held today. The moment you pushed the door open, Bokuto's head snapped up and he looked at you. "(y/n)!"

"Ooh first name basis I see. Okay then, Hi Kōtarō." You smiled. He returned it as he dropped what he was doing and rushed to give you a hug. You returned it with a laugh. "Dude, you're all sweaty."

He pulled away and apologized quickly. "So uhm, did you? I mean, did Konoha give you my letter?"

"He did. Kou, you are the absolute fucking cutest." His smile grew almost 10 times wider. He looked and felt nothing but pure euphoria at that response. You could hear his signature "Hey Hey Hey" outside with how happy he felt. He all but peppered little kisses all over your face.

"Bokuto-san we have to finish practice." Akaashi called out and Bokuto nodded and promised that he'd take you out on a real date as soon as he was able to.

"I swear I'll make you as happy as you made me."

[nova-is-a-writer-now]

Fools

[[zuko x reader]]

->next

Summary: Zuko and Y/N had liked eachother for a while even though neither of them knew it. Y/N tries to get over her crush for him, failing miserably. So just when she decides to let go and embrace her feelings, the new Fire lord finds himself feeling jealous and decides to take matters into his own hands

A/N: this is the first Zuko/ATLA fic i’ve ever written, so go easy on me plssss, i just finishes the show a couple days ago (a little late ik) and ever since then i’ve been OBSESSED with this man (if he’s too ooc pls let me know) . This is set a while after the coronation and it’s an AU where zuko and mai were never a thing. Hope y’all like this <3

ps: this may get a little long, i’m writting this before i finish it but i get a feeling it’s gonna be a long one so be prepared lol also it will most definitely have a pt.2 if y’all like it.

Warnings: Angst but it’ll end well i promise, swearing

-IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS DONT HESITATE TO ASK-

Things after the war ended had been chaotically peaceful. Turns out that leading an entire nation, specially when it was the one that caused the war, and reuniting the lands that had for so long been against eachother was harder than all of you thought. The fact that a group of teenagers were the head of the operation wasn’t a big advantage either.

Sure, Aang and Zuko, who were the ones who had the most important positions when it came to politics and diplomacy, had advisors and people around to help guide them, but it was still a hard job. Nevertheless, without a war or fighting, you were sure it was good for the entire group to keep busy. They’d kept a lifestyle of always moving around and being on guard for so long it would’ve been a big shock to be forced to stay still after that.

Katara and Sokka travelled back and forth from the Southern Water Tribe to the Fire nation a few times, not too often though because of how far apart the two were. That was a shame because of how close you’d grown to Katara and her motherly self, her advice and her unconditional friendship, and even to Sokka and his bad jokes, his way of teasing everyone and how he could make you smile even when you weren’t in the mood, you even missed how mad he made you sometimes. Suki went with them to spend some time away from everything, she loved her life as a Kioshi warrior but she decided she needed a break after everything she had gone through.

Aang, on the other hand, was traveling all over but mostly between the Earth kingdom, were he would very often meet with Katara, and the Fire nation. You got to see him way more often than you got to see Katara, Suki and Sokka, although he tended to be busy with avatar business. He was doing a great job, you had to admit. The people loved him, he found a way to spread his teachings and the teachings of the Air nomads to the world and uniting others helping them put aside their differences seemed to be his thing now more than ever. But most importantly he seemed truly happy, one time he even told you he finally felt like he was making all the air nomads proud, wherever they were.

Toph still wanted to be away from her parents, so she refused to go back to the Earth Kingdom. She hated the cold, not being able to use her seismic senses in the snow and being bossed around by katara, so she refused to go with them too. So when you offered her to stay with you, she accepted. She made it seem as though it was her last choice because she had to keep her tough girl reputation, but actually she liked you a lot, she saw you kind of as a big sister. You took care of her in a way no one had before, not seeing her as helpless and weak but still being there for her when she needed you. Though she’d never tell this to anyone aloud.

And Zuko was still Zuko, just that now he was a Firelord. He took his job very seriously, determined to prove wrong everyone who had said he was too young or too weak for it. He knew the big responsibility he had in his hands and he seemed to be doing really well. He had his moments, of course, where he would have outbursts of emotion and anger, but he always found his way back to being who he needed to be for his Nation, and you always helped with that. He was the one who suggested you stayed in the Fire nation as a representative of the Northern Water tribe. You were hesitant at first, but after thinking the idea over you realized you had no business up in the tribe, you’d been away for a long time and you weren’t ready to go back just yet.

The two of you had never been incredibly close in the time since he joined the gaang, but you couldn’t denied there was a connection between the two. You got his humor and he got yours, you could tease eachother all day without getting butthurt, you could open up and talk about deep stuff under the stars on a sleepless night, and spending time with him seemed easier to do than with most people. You’d brushed this off as the two of you being good friends for a good while, even after you moved into the palace and started to hang out with him more, but for the past few weeks it’s been getting harder to do.

Every time Toph, him and you ate lunch together and he sat in front of you, you couldn’t help but end up staring at him, not in a weird, creepy way but in a ‘I’m mesmerized by you why am i mesmerized by you and since when are your eyes such a beautiful shade of gold’ way. You were in denial about it but deep down you knew you were starting to have a crush on him, and eventually Toph caught up to it too.

One night after diner she pulled you into her room, closed the door and said “Listen, Snow queen, I’m kinda tired of your heart going crazy every time mister flaming pants is around so you either get over your little crush, tell him how you feel or I will personally snitch on you directly to him, understood?” You didn’t even have the guts to deny it to her, specially since she’d know if you were lying, so you just heavily sighed and looked at the floor. She must’ve felt bad for you cause she took your hand and dragged you to sit on her bed to interrogate you about the situation.

“Out of anyone you could’ve ended up liking I never saw this one coming” she told you taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed

“Don’t get me started” you threw yourself back to the bed and stared at the ceiling for a second before speaking again “Like how dumb do I have to be to crush on someone who isn’t only probably the busiest man on all kingdoms right now, but also royalty and... well Zuko. He would never like a girl like me and even if he did, he probably has to end up with a princess or something.”

“I’m not letting you drown in a pity party here, ok?” Toph pulled your wrist and forced you to sit back up and look at her. “He’s lucky a girl as decent as you is willing to put up with that temper of his and how annoying he can get. Now what are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing?” You replied in a low voice not taking a second to think about it. Toph punched you in the arm in response “Hey, what was that for?”

“What I said before still stands, I can’t deal with you being all flustered every time he’s around, so get over it or tell him how you feel.” She spat and all you could do was grunt and throw yourself back into the bed

So you were gonna get over it then. Easy task. Never done anything easier before.

It wasn’t.

Turns out that by trying to avoid Zuko at all costs you ended up stumbling into him even more. Around the corners, in the hallways, everywhere. The plan was to just avoid him as much as possible until eventually your feelings faded away, you couldn’t have a crush on someone you didn’t even see right? Wrong. Even when you weren’t around Zuko he was still on your mind. You tried to go to the palace library and distract yourself with literature, but reading romance books only made you feel more miserable and the only other option there was were war strategy books which you weren’t very interested in. The next distraction you chose was gardening, you loved nature and you were a water bender, it was the perfect task you thought, but once again you were wrong. You turned out to be such a bad gardener, Kya who was the one in charge of the royal gardens (and who was the sweetest lady) ended up banning you from messing with her flowers ever again. The last thing you could think of to stay away from Zuko was feeding the turtle ducks. It seemed like a good idea and on the few occasions you’d been in the pond before, the little animals seemed to be very fond of you. You couldn’t mess this one up, anyone could feed the ducks, but there was a little problem as it seemed to be the theme of that day, the Fire lord had forgotten to tell you that the pond was his place of choice when he needed to clear his head.

You didn’t even notice he was there until you heard his voice behind you. “Keep feeding them like this and they’ll get obese”

You jumped a bit out of surprise and turned around to face him with your palm pressed to your chest. “Spirits, Zuko, don’t do that to me, you’re gonna kill me one of these days” It was a bright and sunny day, the heat of the Fire nation weather made his face glimmer a little, his hair was up held by the royal Fire lord hair piece and he was wearing a version of his formal attire made for a hotter weather, leaving his muscly arms on display. As soon as you realized you were staring once again, you turned your attention back to the pond in an attempt to hide the blush that was slowly conquering your cheeks.

He took a sit next to you and waited a couple seconds before breaking the silence. “Hey... um... I don’t know if this is just me but you’ve been acting weird lately, is everything ok?” He asked looking at you.

“Everything is fine, definitely just you.” you replied not taking your eyes away from the shining water of the pond. The ducks had grown tired of waiting for you to keep feeding them and swam away.

“I... don’t think so. You didn’t come to breakfast today, everytime we’re together you seem to wanna leave as soon as possible and right now you can’t even look at me.” He paused before taking in a deep breath. “Did... did I do something to upset you?”

You finally turned around to look at him and the look you saw in his eyes was heartbreaking. Ever since he joined Team Avatar, Zuko had been making a huge effort to be good. You could see how sometimes he struggled to pick being kind and gentle over being erratic and explosive, and you also knew that had a lot to do with his childhood. But he had been doing such a good job at it, specially since he became Fire lord, he was so much more friendly, better at socializing and overall improving. And right now it was clear to you that you had made him feel like he was failing at being a good person and he’d somehow messed up with you.

You turned your body around slightly and put a reassuring hand on his knee before saying “Oh, Zuko, no. You haven’t done anything and I’m not upset at you, I mean that. It’s just...” coming up with lies and excuses had always been your strong point but having Zuko there making you ridiculously nervous wasn’t a factor that helped. “I.. uh...I’m getting a little homesick, you know? With Toph gone most of the day and you busy, I’ve been feeling a little melancholic about my home, but it’s nothing I promise. I’m just trying to find something to do with my time.” You we’re impressed with yourself with this one, it actually sounded pretty convincing.

You thought you had the situation handled until Zuko spoke again a few seconds later. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized until now with all the chaos of being Fire lord but I asked you to stay here and represent the Northern Water tribe and I haven’t even given you time out of my day. I haven’t been the best host, have I?” Before you could even reply he widened his eyes and said “I have an idea, tomorrow I’ll take the day off and we can go on a small field trip to this cabin my family has on the ourskirts of town, there are some nice fields and it’s very peaceful, we’ll have a picnic lunch there and just relax. You can even ask Toph to come with. How does that sound?”

He looked at you expectantly and you started to look for reasons to turn him down, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It was true that you hadn’t had much time to spend with him ever since he took his position, and in all honesty, crush or not you really did miss him. Your weakness for him won the battle and you ended up accepting the plan saying it was a great idea. The regent stood up from his place and assuring you he’d have everything ready for the next day he left.

You really had messed up this time.

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The next morning you put on a flowy, flower-print dress. It was classy but at the same time comfortable and light enough to handle the summer weather. You had nervously been looking at yourself in the mirror for way too long now. Before dinner the past night you at least had hopes that Toph would come with to the field trip and she would help you contain yourself when it came to Zuko, but of course that wasn’t the case. When he had brought the topic up at the table Toph limited herself to look at you knowingly and say “You know what? I happen to be very busy tomorrow, you know, I’m trying to get a name for myself in the Fire nation’s fighting scene and I have a fight tomorrow, sorry.” You knew she was lying because she had told you about her fight but instead of the next day it was three days from then. All you could do was look at the little devil and make sure you wrote a mental note of getting back at her as soon as you could.

So here you were, minutes ago from embarking in a field trip with the person you were supposed to avoid, and you had no idea how you were gonna get out of this one.

A knock on your door startled you and took you out of your worrying thoughts. A few seconds later a maid’s head popped in as she said “Lady Y/N, Firelord Zuko and the carriage are ready for you.” You took a deep breath and walked towards the door while replying with a soft “Thank you, Yun”

The carriage waited for you in front of the palace and so did Zuko. He was already inside, sheltering himself from the unforgiving sun, so you startled him when you hopped inside. “Y/N, you look...nice” he complimented you, a faint blush running through his cheeks making him gain a more childish and youthful look.

“Thank you, Zuko. Likewise.” You responded attempting to stay as calm as you could. You hated that he had so much power over you.

He ordered for you to be in your way before the carriage started moving swiftly. Your eyes flowed to the window, looking out at the capital city of the Fire nation. “You’ve done a great job leading this people. They look... so happy.” You drew your eyes back at Zuko as he stared at you. It was you who was starting to blush now.

“I hope so. I’ve done everything I’m capable of to change the old ways of this nation. I hope I’m making the right choices.” A worrisome look took over his eyes as he let his own attention drift towards the streets.

“Hey” you called to him as you stretched your hand to cover his. “You’re doing just fine Zuko. You’ve done so much for these people and all the other nations as well, I’m sure you’ll do even more good.”

He faintly smiled at you as a response and you could tell that although he did worry about the future, your reassurance helped.

The rest of the ride was spent pointing out the animals you saw on the road, sharing childhood stories about when Zuko and his mom used to come here when they both needed to get away from everything, and a bit of teasing about how Zuko had no idea what to pack for a picnic and had to ask the head chef of the kitchen for help. Luckily you had become friends with chef Karou in the time you’d been living in the palace and he knew your taste rather well.

When you finally arrived there was no sight of the usual movement and noise proper of a big city, the air was filled with the peculiar scent of flowers you couldn’t recognize just yet and grass. In the distance at your left you could see a small cattle of Hippo cows and Komodo chickens. And at your right a long field of grass and flowers that seemed to go up in a small and almost unnoticeable hill.

You and Zuko stepped down the carriage just as a guard handed him the picnic basket. The tall regent turned to you and ordered “Follow me, I wanna show you something”. You did as you were told, being led by him all the way up the hill until you were at the very top. When the two of you got there your breath was taken away by the beautiful view you had in front of you. A huge field of flowers layed gracefully at the end of the hill and extended far enough that it connected to the horizon.

“This is...” you started but were so taken aback by the view you didn’t finish your sentence.

Zuko seemed to understand regardless and replied “I know.” Behind you he started to set up a cloth for the two of you to sit on. You forced yourself to remove your attention from the field and place it on what was going on behind you. Taking a seat on the opposite end of the cloth you helped him take out all the items chef Karou had packed for you. When you were done you looked at Zuko and said “Thanks for this. It’s really nice.”

“No need to thank me, I’ve been leaving you alone so much time lately. I know aside from Toph I’m pretty much all you have here so take this as a ‘Sorry I’ve been a terrible friend’ offering.” He smiled wide expecting you to do the same but that smile faded away as soon as he saw the expression on your face.

‘Friend’

The word echoed in your head as your eyes dropped to the food you had in front of you. Of course he saw you as a friend. You had almost convinced yourself you should confess your feelings to him and he goes on to call himself your friend. A knot in your throat started to form and you did your best to show it as little as you could. But you obviously failed.

“Everything ok?” Zuko asked tilting his head to catch your eyes.

You looked up and faked a smile. “Yeah... just thinking how far we’ve come.” You lied through your teeth before continuing. “Anyways, enough of all the cheesiness, I’m starving.”

“Agreed” He replies picking up something for himself. You chose a small salty biscuit with a mix of meats on top and decided to distract yourself with it. “Chef Karou said you’d like that one. He also said you hated onions and peas. What type of weirdo hates peas?”

You chuckled a little, the feeling that oppressed your chest fading away quickly. “I do. They’re disgusting and if you like them I don’t trust you.”

Zuko laughed loudly before remarking “Its not like I like them, Y/N. It’s just a weird thing to be picky over. They’re peas, they don’t really taste like anything.”

You widened your eyes and quickly swallowed the bite of biscuit you had taken. “What do you mean they don’t taste like anything? They taste disgusting and they are mushy and just... gross”

Zuko replies with another laugh. His laugh made you feel warm inside, it could make you forget about everything, Toph’s threats, your previous plans and even the now faint voice poking the back of your mind telling you to be careful or you’d get your heart broken.

The two of you kept eating and chattering at the same time. You’d finished the salty food and it came time for the desert. Chef Karou had made a type of cake and stored it inside a small glass jar. You tried opening the lid but it was too hard. You heard Zuko in front of you offering you help but you refused it telling him you could do it on your own. After a couple minutes of struggling , Zuko took your deep sigh as a sign of defeat and scooted closer to you. “Here, let me.” He took the jar from your hands and quickly opened the lid, handing it back to you. You looked up expecting to find a smug smirk that felt way to familiar to you at this point but instead you found his serious face dangerously close to yours.

You took the jar back and set in down. “Thanks” you muttered softly and quietly. His only response was to slowly but firmly raise a hand up to your face to put away a strand of hair that had fallen. His touch sent shivers down your spine. All thoughts of caution escaped your mind as you felt his face so close you could feel his warm breath mixing with yours. The tension between you seemed to almost be to much to handle when you thought you saw Zuko lean in a little. Before anything else could happen, one of the guards that had come with and stayed back where the carriage was spoke. “Firelord Zuko”

The golden eyed boy dropped his hand from your face and turned around to face the guard. “Have they not taught you to not interrupt people when they’re talking privately?”

“I am very sorry, Firelord.” The guard bowed in sign of respect. “But we have just received a messenger hawk with a letter from the palace. The Avatar and you other friends are here.”

[kaiicopili]

Roses (KiriBaku Hanahaki Fanfic)

BECAUSE IM ABSOLUTELY BORED AND IM IN A BNHA MOOD

Have a KiriBaku I wrote a while back since all of us are stuck in our homes. Enjoyyyyyy

Also Deku’s my favorite I love him I swear :’))))

Anddddd I’m opennnnn for requests! If I end up being one of those cool BNHA tumblrs writers like Monst and Lady Bakuhoe that is, but that’s highly unlikely-

Summary: Bakubitch is bad at feelings. That,,,That’s it.

Warnings: None other than probably OOC Kiri and Kat

Bakugo watched from afar, where Red Riot was greeting Deku as he walked into class. His usual glare hardened as they talked to one another, laughing.

That’s when the coughing started.

He brushed it off as maybe some sort of cold or he somehow developed allergies (towards Deku, because fuck him), but when he saw a red petal in his elbow was when he started to worry.

Now, Bakugo wasn’t one to worry; he was Lord Explosion Murder, he always won, what did he need to worry about? He was better than all these lowlife extras, they were beneath him, he was gonna surpass everyone in this class, even his childhood friend. Despite Deku having One for All, Bakugo could easily sweep, mop, and shine the floor with him!

But every time he saw or thought of Kirishima with someone else, coughs erupted from his throat and rose petals quickly followed. Once it got to the point where Present Mic excused him to the bathroom in the middle of class.

In the bathroom, he felt his throat burn and ache with the coughing and dry heaving that came after. Red flower petals flowed out of his mouth effortlessly, as if it didn’t take him thirty minutes to heave them out.

Bakugo panted heavily, mouth open as he coughed up what he assumed was the last of them. His breath became uneven and his head was throbbing, but he forced another cough from the bottom of his throat and vomited it out.

A rose.

A beautiful rose, covered in saliva and was that his lunch or blood? He didn’t care, he wiped off his mouth and walked past the stalls, unaware of a certain green bean knowing his condition.

Days turned into weeks, and every single day, a whole rose managed to climb it’s way up his esophagus and out of his mouth, sometimes two. He got sick of it. What the hell was happening? He wasn’t used to this kind of shit, Bakugo was Bakugo! He was supposed to be better than coughing up some sort of shitty flower!

But another glance at Kirishima and his heart ached, and up came another one.

Kirishima was always known to be friendly, yes, but Bakugo had no chance, at least, that’s what his mind told him. Whatever, he didn’t need love, he was gonna be more famous than All Might some day.

But his heart ached and yearned for the redhead to be closer to him more than usual, possibly confront him and maybe a marriage proposal? Just a thought, even if they were in high school.

Bakugo started to cough in his elbow in the middle of class, and he felt a hand on his back. Katsuki looked back to see Deku, a knowing look in his eyes as he raised his hand. Oddly, the boy didn’t stop him, instead complying as Midoriya walked him to the nurse.

“What kind of flowers.”

Kacchan was taken aback. How did he know? He couldn’t have possibly known. He made sure no one watched him.

“What the hell are you talking about, Deku?”

“What kind of flowers are you coughing up?”

He scrunched up his nose. “What do you me-”

Bakugo immediately came face-to-face with an article on Deku’s phone. He snatched it and read through it as the two walked.

Hanahaki Disease

A disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

Bakugo’s eyes widened. How had he noticed? More importantly, how did he know what it was? “What, are you doing more of your spying bullshit?” He shoved the phone into Midoriya’s chest, glaring as he coughed in his mouth, the taste of a petal fresh on his tongue.

Deku gently grabbed it. “I’ve had it before.”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow as he continued. “It was awful, and I ended up almost dying. If it wasn’t for my Mom noticing, I would have been on my bed, dead with Dahlias and blood surrounding my body. I…” Bakugo could make out tears that came from the crybaby’s eyes as he wiped them. “I don’t want you going through the same thing.”

Bakugo was going to speak before he held his throat and fell to his knees, dry heaving and coughing up blood. Nine petals. Four flowers. Three more flowers. Eight more petals.

Kacchan's vision became hazy and his head throbbed as he lost count, Midoriya’s voice becoming a simple ring. He used one hand to hold himself up as the flower parts forced their way up his throat.

The blonde thought he was done, but he felt an ache in his lungs and his throat. Tears threatened to fall, the pain was unbearable. He heaved and heaved, feeling the pats of Izuku attempting to help him get it out.

And he coughed up a final, full rose with the stem intact, the thorns shredding the inside of his throat and mouth.

Bakugo trembled, sweat heading down his forehead as his vision turned back into normal, the heartbeat in his head slowing down and his hearing became another sense he was able to use properly once again. He panted, clutching his shirt with the hand he was clutching his throat, giving out a few more coughs that made his head pound.

Katsuki turned back to Deku, red metallic liquid rolling down only to see his eyes dark and terrified. Izuku covered his mouth, hand to his chest as he breathed heavily. He looked traumatized. Then again, the Ground Zero was on his knees, coughing up fucking roses and shit. Reasonable.

“Let’s get you to Recovery Girl, we can talk about it in my dorm room.” He started in a monotone voice, helping Katsuki up and to Recovery Girl’s office. They even stepped over Kacchan’s blood, which was the only signal that Kirishima needed.

“Kirishima?”

“WHAT ARE YOU, PART OF THE FBI?”

Deku laughed, causing Katsuki’s anger to rise. This freckled green bean bitch. “Just a hunch. I can te-”

Midoriya was quickly swept into the air, Bakugo holding him by his shirt collar, even as he held back a small cough. “I’m no damn pussy, I can tell him myself! I can go back and tell him right now!! I WILL GO UP TO THE ROOF AND YELL AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS ‘DONT FUCK WITH ME, EIJIRO KIRISHIMA’S MINE!’”

Slow clapping was heard from the other side of the door, and an oddly placed smirk grew on Izuku Midoriya’s face. “Nice timing, Kirishima.”

And in seconds, Bakugo didn’t feel a single urge to heave as Kirishima swung the door open. He had a soft smile on his face, and that soft smile radiated so much fire in his eyes that all those roses that were holding him in his cage were burnt to crisps. Eijiro walked over to Katsuki Bakugo as he dropped his childhood friend, and soon enveloped him into a hug.

“Next time, just tell me and don’t die for weeks on end.”

Bakugo immediately hugged back and picked him up, grinning. “I was just waiting for the perfect moment!”

“Yeah, the perfect moment to literally shred your mouth apart!”

Midoriya watched happily, and he softly straightened his throat, not alerting the two. He sneakily put a hand in his mouth and put it behind his back, crumbling the object up. It could wait. He had a few weeks, no need to waste them on past regrets.

And Midoriya threw away the Amaryllis, going over to congratulate the two.

[flower-of-the-desert]

sassylinguist Thoughts on 2gether ep12

@flower-of-the-desert it’s not ooc for Tine, I’m not angry about that, insecurities are real, the struggle is real. Sarawat is ooc, no communication is happening, Pam is a supporter of their relationship in the book, this drama happens in the second to last ep, the girl is made the enemy. That’s what pisses me off, Tine doesn’t)

Hope you dont mind me answering like this but I tend to ramble and I have more space like this.

So I want to address your points one by one cause I keep seeing them in other posts and I just... dont really agree  with them from what I’ve seen so far of the show. This got long as usual so under the cut.

1) Sarawat is OOC, there’s no communication

This is the one that I most disagree with because how was he OOC? He spent the entire episode - not for the first time since he did the same last ep - reassuring Tine that he’s the one for him, they belong together, etc. Like he KEPT asking Tine to talk to him, to tell him what was bothering him, he noticed right away that something was wrong so he made sure Tine knew he could come to him when he was ready to talk.

He worried for him, brought him food, skipped out on his bad to come home to take care of Tine. I just... I cant see how he’s any different than before.

If anything, I would say the lack of communication is on Tine, not Sarawat because it’s Tine who is constantly bottling up his feelings and thoughts until he literally makes himself sick with and Wat is constantly asking him to talk about what’s on his mind.

The moment Tine opened up about what was bothering Sarawat told him everything he wanted to know and showed him how his insecurities twisted how he saw things - him and Pam being similar.

And ok, there’s the thing about the song. But clearly he doesnt want Tine to know he wrote a song for him until he’s finished it and and/or he’s feeling shy about it so he’s hiding it for the time being like he did with the video last ep. Again given what we saw of Sarawat’s character up until now it makes perfect sense to me. He puts up a cool front but inside he’s flaily and shy and mushy and desperate for Tine to like him back so. He didnt know Tine would immediately assume the song was for Pam 0.3 seconds after he finished reassuring him that he doesnt feel for her the same way he feels for Tine.

2) Pam was a supporter in the book

Ok, I get that fans of the novel might not like seeing changes and that’s fine and all but if I’m being perfectly honest I just do not care. I havent read the novel, I dont want to read it, I dont care what happens in the novel or how it’s different from the show so I dont really have an opinion on this either way.

3) the girl is made the enemy

I wont say anything about this yet because I want to see what happens next episode and whether my assumption about Pam is correct or not. If they do make her into a bad guy (and I mean like an actual bad guy who wants to break them up and not like she’s just trying to reconnect with Sarawat not knowing how Tine looks at the situation because Tine’s insecurities arent her fault), then yeah, I agree with you, that’s bullshit. But I’m holding out hope that she just wants to go back to being friends with Wat and isnt in love with him.

4) this drama happens in the second to last episode

Well.. yeah? That’s how storytelling works usually? Especially for serialised TV. The story begins, it builds up, a conflict is introduced typically towards the end of the show/season - or at least it’s made explicit and then gets resolved in the climax - which is usually the last episode or so. So I dont know *shrugs* I guess if the conflict was introduced earlier in the show people wouldnt feel like it it’s so last minute? But like would that make sense considering for this confict to work you need to 1) establish Tine and Wat as a couple which took time, 2) establish some kind of pattern to bring Tine’s insecurities to the surface before the introduction of Pam - which was the point of last episode and all the bad shit happening to Tine (which again I’ve seen so many comments asking was the point of ep11 and it felt like filler - that was the point, bring out Tine’s insecurities and show how much he’s struggling with accepting that Wat really love him so that it makes sense when he freaks out the second he lays eyes on Pam). So again I dont really see the issue here with the placement of the drama. Maybe it’s cause I’ve watched way too many TV shows.

[lowtoleranceforyou]

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Murphy sat in the great hall, a steaming meal sitting in front of him. Loud chatter echoed off the walls. A mix of gossip, facts and laughter.

But he wasn’t interested in either. No, he was interested in the blonde boy with glasses a few feet away from him.

He was currently formulating a plan on how to ask the boy out. He would never admit it, but- he was truly charmed. Ever since Jason had walked, well more specifically flew and nearly crashed into his life he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the Slytherin and how he made him feel. Just thinking about him made his heart throb and his cheeks flush.

If he had a galleon for how many times he’s thought about Jason over the past few days he’d have one.

Because he couldn’t find a time he wasn’t thinking about Jason.

As cheesy as that sounded.

He couldn’t even think straight and Murphy McNully, smartest Quidditch commentator, was always able to form coherent thoughts. He also found himself stuttering last week when he thought he saw Jason in the bleachers during one of the friendlies. He often found himself thinking more about Jason than he did Quidditch strategies and to say he was shocked was an understatement.

He shook his head but when he closed his eyes all he could think about was Jason’s smile. He groaned and planted his burning cheeks into his palms.

“What’s wrong with you McNully?”

He jolts in surprise, knocking his elbow against the side of the table sending a series of jitters through his nervous system. “Nothing!” He yelps almost too quickly.

His shoulders slump when he sees a familiar set of jarring blue eyes. “Oh it’s just you.”

“Just me? Should I be offended?” Shay scoots over into the seat next to him, eyeing him up and down. “You look like a mess. Are you sick?” She presses a hand on his forehead. “Merlin, you’re even flushed. We should get you to the hospital wing!”

Murphy clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “No! Get your hands off me MaryAnne.”

She rolls her eyes before leaning against the table, “What’s gotten you all flustered McNully? I’ve never seen you like this. Even your hair is unruly.”

He groans, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me MaryAnne. I’m speechless and I’m never speechless. I feel butterflies in my stomach and my heart keeps skipping beats and I feel so dizzy and warm all the time.”

Shay ponders for a moment before gasping comically, “It’s sounds to me like you’ve gone down with a cold case of love. Who’s the lucky guy?”

Murphy rolls his eyes, burying his face in his arms, murmuring something against the fabric of his sleeves.

“Say that again?”

His voice is muffled as he murmurs it a second time.

“Murphy, I’m serious. I can’t hear you.”

Murphy raises his head before banging his forehead against the table with a grunt, making the silverware in front of them to clatter from the impact.

“Stop that. You’ll get a concussion.”

“It’s Novak.”

Her eyes fill with mischief as a smirk worms it’s way into her face. “I knew it.”

“Oh don’t look at me like that.”

She wraps an arm around his shoulder, “I know you really like the boy but I can’t believe that you’ve got the hots this bad.”

Colour bloomed against his cheeks once again. “Shut up!”

“Why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Easier said that done, MaryAnne. Did you know that-“

“Ok, stop, right there. Your statistics are amazing Murphy but not when they’re self degrading.”

Murphy sneers, “I can’t get my hopes up, Shay. Not when the chances are so little.”

“But Murphy! Jason’s totally head over heels for you!”

Murphy’s eyes brighten and his back straightens, “What?! Where did you hear that? How did you know? Are you absolutely 100% sure? MaryAnne I swear if you’re setting me up for failure I’ll embarrass you in your next friendly. What has he said about me? Does he think I’m cute? Or nice? Or smart?”

“Crikey! Slow down! You might just choke on your own saliva.” She pats his arm before getting up, “You’ll just have to find out by yourself.”

“What? Shay MaryAnne! Get back here, right now! This is discrimination!”

She cackles as she walks away, shouldering her leather book bag. “Just ask him out McNully. All will go well.”

Murphy clears his throat after the Hufflepuff friendly. He watches as the crowd starts to dissipate before making his way to the charmed elevator. He drums his fingers against his thigh, impatiently waiting for it to descend.

When the doors open he immediately starts to speed out in search of a peculiar Casanova.

“Caplan!”

The brunette spins on his heels and waves for his teammates to go on without him. “What’s up, McNully?”

“I need a favour.”

The hufflepuff chuckles before lowering his voice, “What kind? Alcohol? I surely didn’t think of you-“

“No!”

“Oh.” Diego’s shoulders stiffen almost awkwardly, “Then what is it?”

Murphy takes a deep breath, “I need advise on how to ask someone out.”

Diego’s jaw drops in surprise. He blinks twice before knotting a hand through his tousled hair, blown back by the wind. “Just ask them out.”

Murphy groans in annoyance, “You and Shay are too alike. You’re rubbing off on each other.”

Diego chuckles deeply, “I’m guessing she said the same thing. Sorry, amigo, but if you expected me to say something different I can only offer you the truth. Maybe a sentimental gift or flowers will get you a little farther but if they really are attracted to you, they’ll accept your offer anyway. The worst thing they can do is reject you.”

Murphy’s eyes soften a little bit, “Thank you, Caplan.”

Diego shoots a bright grin, “Anytime. Though, I must ask, you are one to consult the books so it was a surprise for you of all people to ask me for advice.”

Murphy’s brows furrow, “It appears that the school library is educational based for school subjects only. It would be unorthodox for the school to promote distractions such as romance, so asking you was my next best option.”

Diego waggles his eyebrows, “You made the right decision of asking the school’s best- OW!” Diego was interrupted by Murphy rolling over his foot, hurrying away.

“That’s not fair! I help you and this is what I get!”

Murphy turns back for a slight moment before laughing gleefully, “Sorry! I couldn’t help it. I don’t have time for your self-absorbed speech. I promise I’ll pay you back somehow.”

“You better!”

Murphy was clutching a bouquet of daisies, bow tie around his neck, hair styled back and dressed in his best shirt.

He could do this. He can do this. He had to remind himself that he could because he heard that pep talks increased your confidence.

He saw Jason sitting on the grass, hair gleaming in the sunlight in a way that reminded him of molten gold.

Nope. He couldn’t do this.

Murphy was preparing to turn back, recollect and try again another day or maybe never when he was interrupted by Jason’s voice.

“Murphy? What are you doing out here?”

That voice stopped him dead in his tracks. The voice that could ask him to jump off a building and he’d do it in a second, just to please the owner of the soothing voice. Damn, he really was whipped for Jason.

Jason took a quick glance over Murphy, subconsciously staring at his biceps before tearing his gaze away. A rosy pink dusting over his ears. He looked great, he spotted the daisies in Murphy’s grip and felt his heart sink. Murphy was probably going on a date and he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointment and the twinge of petty envy that it wasn’t him receiving those flowers.

Unbeknownst to him, Murphy had spent hours in the flower shop in Hogsmead, scrutinising every flower and trying his best to find the ones that complimented Jason’s eyes the most.

Murphy took in a deep breath. “Jason. I want to ask you something.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Would you like to go on a date with me? I know that there’s a 71.5% chance that you’ll say no but I had to take my chances because I couldn’t stop thinking about that 28.5% chance you’ll say yes. I understand if you don’t want to and if you never want to speak to me again but I just had to get this off my chest because-“

His rambling was cut off by a brazen kiss to the forehead from Jason, himself. For a second he felt as if he was dreaming but if he was dreaming, he didn’t want to wake up.

“Yes! Murphy, of course I’ll go on a date with you. What are you talking about?! The chances of me saying yes are 100%”

Murphy could only describe what he was feeling as euphoria. Dozens of fireworks were exploding in his chest and he would be lying if he didn’t feel a thousand butterflies dancing in his stomach.

A dopey grin graced his features and Jason didn’t think it was possible but he could feel himself falling deeper.

“Oh! There are for you!” He hands the bouquet to Jason, “I hope you like them.”

“I’ll like anything if it comes from you.”

His heart started to pound faster, “So- how does Saturday work?”

Jason flushes a darker shade of red, he couldn’t believe his crush was asking him out. “Saturday works great.”

“Alright. I’ll see you at Madam Puddifoots at 11, dress well!”

“I will! See you there!” Jason clutched the bouquet to his chest, warmth spreading from head to toe.

Murphy started rolling away a victorious smile spread from ear to ear. Once he was sure he was out of Jason’s sight he pumped his fist in triumph, he couldn’t wait for Saturday.

A/N: ok I’ve been planning to write this one forever and I honestly can’t tell if Murphy is OoC in this one I just hope he’s not. Anyway Jason belongs to one of my favourite people in the planet, @death-or-sleep and Murphy and Jason are the cutest couple dont @ me. I also haven’t proofread this so oops

[southsidepey]

New Shading Partners

Who: Peyton July & Hunter Clarington @northsideclarington. With mentions of @northsidesebastian

When: Monday, November 4th 2019

Where: The Secret Garden

Notes: Hunter stops in to get some flowers, but both Hunter and Peyton are in for a surprise. There’s also mild shade thrown at Seb.

Triggers: Violence, cancer (a bit), abuse

ooc: Peyton’s in bold and Hunter’s regular. 

Words count: 3,190

Peyton was exhausted from the night before, she kept tossing & turning until she finally got up at five in the morning. Which would explain why she was at the shop bright and early before anyone else. She ran a hand over her bruise as she stared at herself in the mirror. It wasn't as bad, but at least it kind of blended in with her black eye that she had gotten from the club. She glanced over at the sunflowers that she had arrived, let out a breath as she moved around the shop and flipped the sign from close to open, along with unlocking the door.

Once she did, she moved about the shop, making sure it looked perfect and not a mess like it was The day before, when the sunflowers arrived. She pushed the sunflowers into the back of the arrangements that she had and then she went back moving things around.

Hunter rubbed the back of his neck as he drove through town, having just ended the graveyard shift earlier that morning. He had already been to his place to get some clean clothes for him and also Sebastian and was now on his way to the coffee shop for some needed morning drink.

But on his way over, he spotted the flower shop and suddenly had the idea of getting some for Quinn's place, a kind of way to brightening the home up a bit, a method for Sebastian to feel a bit better. He felt awful about himself, about having to do such small, meaningless things for Sebastian when he was going through so much, but there was nothing more he could do than that. He stopped in front of the flower shop and got out of the car, soon making it through the front door.

"Hello?" he called out as he walked in

Peyton was too focused on hiding the sunflowers that she didn't hear the bell and was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Hunter's voice. "Over here!" She called out as she backed away from the flowers with her hands out, just in case they wanted to fall over for whatever reason.

She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she headed back to the front of the shop. "Hey, how can I help you this cold, Monday morning?" She asked with a soft smile and wondered if Hunter was in for Quinn. "Also sorry for not being right in front of the store and not be with you right away, we had a ton of flowers delivered yesterday, and it was a mess. Talk about flower petals for days." She kind of joked, even though it was a lame one.

"Oh! Before I forget." Peyton said as she dug for some order forms and placed them onto the counter. "I figured that the hospital could use some fresh flowers, well not the cancer center since they can't be around flowers when they dont have an immune system, which is understandable. I was going to tell you that the other night, but it slipped my mind." She bit down on her bottom lip, knowing that she wanted to ask about Sebastian, but it wasn't her place. "However, I do have some wonderful fake flowers for that kind of situation, if you think the president of the hospital would be up for that."

Hunter looked up from where the voice seemed to come and smiled. "Hey. Well, you can help me pick up some flowers unless I'm so terribly sleep deprived that I forgot I needed a book or to buy groceries and walked into a flower shop instead." He chuckled, then shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I know all about being understaffed, so you won't hear a complaint from me."

He walked to where the sunflowers were, his hands held behind his back, as he did, then he turned around to look at her and nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. I'm sure many patients would appreciate the thought. Are you talking about making some small arrangements to go by each bed or something like that?" He flinched internally when she said the words 'the other night' since he knew precisely what night she was talking about. "I'm sure the president won't have any issue with that. If anything, I'm sure he likes to keep his patients happy" he said, diverting the talk from 'that night.'

Peyton shrugged as she laughed a bit. "I do have food in the back if you're hungry." She nodded as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Good, because all of the college students happened to have midterms right now. Luckily enough, its been slow, so that's a plus."

She joined him as she hummed a bit. "I mean, we can do that. Or hold something where they can make their own flower arrangements. Do you think the kids would like that? Also, thank you for inviting me to that event last week, I'm pretty sure I had a lot of fun." She wanted to clear up what not she was talking about. "That's true." She cleared her throat a bit. "What kind of flowers are you wanting to get?"

Hunter hummed, his fingertips tapping his chin in thought. "I hadn't thought about that, and it's even a better idea. I don't mean to tell you about your own trade, but it would have to be those types of flowers with thorns or that kind that its inside pollen or stuff floats away... You know what I mean? Maybe some daisies, I don't know... What would you recommend?"

He shrugged slightly when she mentioned the event, which he only got through with because Hunter had committed to it, but on that night, his mind was back home with the two people he loved. "Thank you for coming too. I'm sure the kids had a blast, and thank you for taking care of the trick or treating committee inside the hospital for them. You should know they loved you, and they keep asking about you." He smiled at her, then looked back at the sunflowers. "These are nice."

"Well, if they're sick, I would recommend fake flowers. Since you don't want to take the chance of making them sicker." Peyton replied as she looked over at Hunter, swallowed hard, and looked back ahead at the flowers. "I mean, if you do get that kind of things, then you would be looking at a lawsuit on your hands, and we know how money-hungry people are in Riverdale." Including my father. She had thought.

Peyton nodded as she slipped her hands into the pockets of her apron and smiled softly. "You're welcome for that, and I think they did, I'm not entirely sure, but if you guys ever want me back, just say the word. You're welcome again and really? Then I guess I should swing by with candy one of these days." That day helped since she wanted something to distract her, and it did. She returned the smile and felt her smile fall a bit. The last person who wanted them was hidden somewhere like her best friend, and she didn't blame them one bit. "Yeah, they're also multicolored as well. I was hoping that they would've come in sooner, but we got them in yesterday." She pushed the memory away and cleared her throat. "I kind of moved them back here so that way they wouldn't be sold out right away."

Hunter nodded. "Most of them are, yes. And some are on remission too, so we don't want them getting sick again. So maybe fake flowers would be a better call. Also, they can play with them as long as they want, and not be concerned with the flowers dying after a couple of days. Maybe we should have a contest, see who makes the most pretty arrangement, and you could be the judge. Since you're officially called 'the flower lady' over there." He looked at her and smiled. "Would you consider volunteering at the children's wing? It wouldn't be a full-time job, nor a paid one, but you would be making the children happy. You seem to have a knack for that with them. Of course, only if you want to, just... think about it, okay?"

He looked at the flowers, then back at her and chuckled. "I wouldn't be taking a truckload of flowers, so you don't have to worry about me leaving you out of sunflowers. Could you make me a nice arrangement to go now? Please?" He hoped Sebastian would like the flowers when he saw them.

Peyton let out a small laugh and a smile as she shook her head. "The flower lady." She repeated as she looked at him, with both of her eyebrows raised and tilted her head off to the side. "Yeah, I'll think about it, and I'll let you know via text or the next time you come in for flowers."

"Not too worried about it, since it already happened once before, I heard that place smelled like here for an awhile," Peyton replied as she patted him on the shoulder and let out a sigh. "If I must." She teased him gently. "You know I would for you, Hunter." She gave him a smile as she tried to remember what colors before and grabbed some of them before she turned back around, making her bruise visible. She headed towards her table, making sure the arrangement was perfect since she had a feeling whom it was for. She walked back towards the sunflowers, grabbing a few more, and headed back to where her table was located. Once she was done, she let out a breath and took a picture of them, then put her phone back into her pocket. "Do you want me to make out a card for them?"

Hunter nodded, glad to see Peyton would consider his idea. He didn't know her all that well, other than the fact she was the owner of the best flower shop in town, but those few times they had actually interacted, he could see the sadness in her eyes, whatever the reason was. He felt that maybe, just maybe, that could do some good for her.

He followed to the front desk where she stood to fix the flowers into what he was sure would be a beautiful floral arrangement when she turned the other way and her hair also moved from her face, making the bruise on it visible to him. He frowned but didn't say anything at first, but wait until she was done. "No, it's fine. I'm delivering the flowers myself. Thanks."

He pulled his wallet out so he could pay for the flowers, then looked at her and shrugged slightly. "You want me to maybe take a look at that..." he asked, pointing discreetly to the bruise on her face.

Peyton nodded as she gave him a soft smile and placed the card back along with the pen into the drawer. "Of course." She replied as she rang him up and added a discount to the charge since she didn't feel right charging him the full price. She told him the amount, grabbed the pen, and placed it onto the counter, next to the flowers.

She froze when he pointed at her bruise from her dad's slap and swallowed some. "Uhm, sure. I beefed it on the road last night when I was heading home on my skateboard." She lied since she didn't know if Hunter would believe her. She glanced around, seeing it was the only two of them, she looked at him and motioned towards the back room. "Unless you wanted to look at it right here?"

Hunter paid for the flowers, then focused back on what he had spotted on her face. "I see," he said at first, and while he was thinking of a way in which he could convince her to let him check her up, he was glad to hear what she said next. "I'd feel much better if I did, yes."

Peyton nodded, understanding and cleared her throat once she put the money into the till. "One sec." She walked over towards the door, locked it, and flipped the sign to say 'Close.' "That way, no one could walk in and be like, 'what the hell.'" She tried to lighten the mood. She grabbed her stool from behind the counter, moved it, and placed it by him so she could sit somewhat close to him. Peyton interlaced her own fingers, put it in her lap, and waited for him to look at it. "While you're looking at my face, you should probably look at my fist, too." She raised her right hand for him to see.

Hunter chuckled. "Trust me. People in this town are used to make a big scene out of nothing. Still, good idea." He waited until she was sitting down, then also looked at her hands placed on her lap. "So... Did you beat your bike up when it threw you to the ground?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice since he knew that wasn't the kind of bruise made from a fall. He held her face between his hands carefully, his fingertips pressing around the edges of the swelling gently. "Tell me when it hurts, okay?"

Peyton nodded. "Yeah, since I don't want anyone to come after you and your girlfriend, which congrats by the way." She replied. She shook her head gently as she glanced down at her hand. "Sadly, no. The skateboard is my only transportation since my motorcycle is in the shop." She swallowed hard as she nodded slightly and winced a bit when she felt it hurt. "Right there." She looked around some and tried not to cry. "My, uh. Dad, backhanded me after I punched him in the face after he said some words that rubbed me the wrong way." Peyton said honestly, knowing that she could trust him. At least she hoped she could.

Hunter pulled his hands away when she gave signs of pain and nodded. "Sorry," he said softly, then continued to check the bruise, and also the bones around her eyes and her nose. He frowned when she explained what happened. "I'm sorry to hear that. Have you considered filing a restraining order on him or something?" He shook his head. "If he did it once, he can very well do it again." He put his hands down. "Good news is nothing feels broken on your face." He reached down and took a look at her side, slowly touching her wrist and each of her fingers. "How's that?"

Peyton shook her head at his apology. "Dont be." She whispered in returned. She let out a little laugh as she heard him. "I'm sorry for the little laugh, but I have, believed me. Back in high school, I went down to fill out one when he started to use me as his emotional punching bag. When I mean an emotional punching bag, I mean he would hit me whenever he was upset and would verbally abuse me when he was upset as well. They didn't believe me because one, it's James July, and he would never do that to his children." She paused, swallowed hard, and let out a breath when she looked away from Hunter."Also, my mom drinks, so that way, she won't have to admit it to herself that she let it happen, and that way, she won't acknowledge it. I met up with my mom, which turned out to be with them for brunch at their house last month, and she was already tipsy when I got there." She nodded as she was relieved and let him look at her hand. "It's painful in the wrist, somewhat in the fingers."

Hunter stayed in silence while he listened to Peyton, telling him about what her parents had done, or not done to her. In a way, he felt terrible for mentioning the restraining order part, since it seemed to have burst a can of worms open. "It's not broken, or I wouldn't be able to even touch it. Either way, I'd like for you to come to the hospital for some X rays on your hand and face, just to be sure. I'll be discreet about it." He put her hand back on her lap gently. "Parents can be real assholes, and I know about that."

"What about the flowers?" Peyton asked softly, looking at them and then looking back at Hunter. "For whoever they are for, I'm sure they would want them in a timely fashion." She swallowed hard. She looked back at him after he put her hand back on her lap gently and nodded slightly, not wanting to ask about his parents since she didn't want to pry. "I believe you." She bit down on her bottom lip as she glanced down a bit at her hand and looked back up at him. "I'm moving back to the Northside, and I figured I should let you know, that way if you see me in church. You wouldn't be wondering why."

Hunter groaned when he remembered he wasn't on call anymore that day, and also that he needed to be back home so that Quinn could leave. He thought about it for two seconds, then nodded. "What about if we agree to meet later today after you close the shop? I could meet you there then." He tilted his head and nodded. "Oh? That means we should see each other more often then." He looked at her and smiled, then patted her shoulder gently.

Peyton slowly nodded as she agreed. "Yeah, that works. Just don't be surprised to see my skateboard underneath my arm." She replied. Peyton scrunched up her nose with a smile when he patted her on the shoulder gently. "It definitely means that, for sure, and hopes that I won't burst into flames once I walk onto that holy ground." She let out a soft laugh, and sighed as she stood back up, carefully grabbed the stool and moved it to the back. "Thank you again." She gave him a soft smile as she went back to flipped the sign and unlocked the door. "Hopefully, that person enjoys those sunflowers."

Hunter chuckled. "I'm a resident pediatrician. Trust me, a skateboard isn't the worse thing I've seen." He walked back the other side of the counter and shook his head. "If I haven't burst into flames so far, I'm sure you should be fine." He smiled and nodded. "No problem. And I hope so too." He grabbed the flowers as carefully as he could and was about to say goodbye and leave, but instead, he looked at her. "Listen, Peyton... If you ever need anything or some help with some things, you can trust me. I can help you." He nodded at her, then walked to the door. "See you later,' he said, throwing a playful wink before he walked to his car and drove away.

Peyton laughed as she nodded, knowing that he had gotten her there. “That’s true.” She replied. “Good to know.” She watched him grab the flowers, then her eyes flickered to him when he grabbed the flowers. “Thank you for letting me know, honestly.” She chuckled as she shook her head as she went back moving things around once he left. 

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@tosimornottosim reblogged your photoset and added:

Me: and Cas is on their way to Cupid, I mean they're in the masoleum and they can see

Vidcund: :O

Me: they dont have to even decide between Hell and Moon Island theyre through the gate to hell in seconds

Quick OOC question: Cas is under the impression Cupid's in the hell mansion still cus he's said somethijg to that effect before is he?

Vidcund: He's there for now But remember that he made a promise not to leave there until Valhalla opened

Me: okay good

Vidcund: He will leave soon Like, in the next few days

Me: He will leave soon but he doesn't know yet and Cas can meet him there still

Vidcund: He will! He anxiety He's wound up but he doesn't know why

Me: is anyone at the gate?

Vidcund: Gates are empty Hellions are out in the street, looking at the veritable parade of people Everyone's pretty well abandoned their posts

Me: How many are here from Valhalla besides them?

Vidcund: I imagine a bunch of offscreen folks who were curious

Me: they can't count in the throng

Vidcund: Hellions: ??????????????

Me: they only see the house, looming in the distance, itself and not itself they haven't run for a while - they're jostled about in the mess but they press on

Vidcund: The house looks different Cold, corportate It's the same shape and design but somehow, it no longer looks like a Victorian mansion Cas isn't in the mood for architecture analysis but it's like the Cupid House is being destroyed by the Margaret one His last bastions of power are in the dying ivy on the wall and the barely there patches of flowers

Me: (OW) and suddenly, almost before they're ready, they're at the door

Vidcund: Decaying oleanders crunch under the feet

Me: they barely notice errant thoughts, like vines, try to intersect their movements and brain to stop them still what if Cupid doesn't come to the door? what if Gilly does? Margaret? what if he does and they're turned away? but a resolve they haven't felt in weeks lets them break through to knock on the unpolished pine or whatever the door's made of they don't know their woods

Vidcund: Up in what was his domaine, Cupid stirs. The few rooms left to him are his tomb. He rarely leaves them on the weekend But Margaret’s away this weekend with Gilly So he supposed he better do something about the knock

Me: They can't see the movement, only hear the creak of the house - but that might well be an errant wind To be safe, they knock again

Vidcund: He walks down the hall to the stairs He doesn’t care how he looks. Everyone knows he’s mad He’s in a white shirt, tie disheveled And a dressing gown Cas once saw him in It hangs off him now

Me: If it's any consolation, Castor is well aware they don't look their best either long before he gets to the door if they were ever any kind of "chubby", they're not now their hair's unkempt - personal care has been lax theyve barely got any eyeshadow left, through wear, tear, and eye scratches but they're still damn sure to keep their sleeves long. to hide the rest of their scars

Vidcund: Cupid vaguely runs a hand through his hair to try and keep it neat Doesn't bother pulling up the arm of the dressing gown. It doesn't fit anyway. And opens the door 'Consumptive' is the best way to describe Cupid, 3 years later He's thin. Much thinner. Like something's been eating him up

Me: And he's heaven sent and hell sent and Gorgeous, in spite of all this.

Vidcund: Cupid cannot comprehend what he is seeing for a moment. His mind sees but does not understand.

Me: it's like looking directly at an eclipse - improbable, never-thought, but happening and real nonetheless.

Vidcund: He feels like he's gone blind Like, that the eyes are no longer connected to the brain

Me: something deep and detached in Castor's swelling and breaking and speechless for a short eternity

Vidcund: He blinks.

Me: They're still here.

Vidcund: His mind cannot comprehend this Somewhere in his brain he's aware of singing in the streets People running by the gates Even hated fireworks (no doubt supplied by some pyromaniac hellion) But he simply Cannot Think

Me: They know the feeling things feel very connected and disconnected in this state

Vidcund: "It's you." He speaks without him knowing Something primal shakes him out of the fog Makes him admit the obvious to himself

Me: The response is out half a second before they realize it themselves. "It's me."

Vidcund: And the world goes right

Me: And the world goes right

Vidcund: And Cupid Hawthorne laughs A laugh not heard since 1914. Before life stole it from him And here, in Hell, over 100 years later, a hypnotist gives it back Like it was a trifle

Me: And the laugh, the suddenness and reality of it, pulls a laughter out of them of relief and joy and truth they dont know where the tears come from - they're sudden too, inexplicable - but the laughter coming with them, they can pinpoint the laughter they can keep

Vidcund: He's laughing and for the first time in possibly his whole life, he feels light Like his shoulders are unburdened

Me: and they can see it and they can SEE THAT and that makes it all the sweeter

Vidcund: A lightness A freedom

Me: they're both *free* in hell together these two broken bastards

Vidcund: Free Free /free/