#pylon ily

[mishosoupy]

WHAT DO YA'LL KNOW ABT MY GIRL PYLON?!?!?!

i love her she's so bbg

[ruggiezz]

— EMBARASSING THINGS THEY DID IN THE PAST : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] embarassing things they did when they were younger that now haunt them whenever they are trying to sleep

[characters] deuce, cater, trey (+chenya), leona, ruggie, jack, malleus

[extra] my last 3 posts are literally so unserious, so here's another one, for the funsies (ily guys)

★﹕DEUCE SPADE

When he was in elementary school, he would chat with his friends while waiting for his mom to come pick him up and take him home. That particular day, his mom was late, and 6-year-old Deuce freaked out. He was convinced that his mom didn't love him anymore, and that's why he wouldn't pick him up—that he was going to be homeless and would have to live on the streets in a cardboard box. He even started crying, which made his friends cry. They started saying goodbye to Deuce because how were they going to see him again if his mom wouldn't bring him to school?

Anyways, his mom came to pick him up 10 minutes later.

★﹕CATER DIAMOND

Back then when he actually tried to make friends whenever he moved schools, he had a huge crush on one of his classmates. One day, he overheard his crush talking about how they "would love to be with someone who loves nature as much as them". Cater wanted to impress his crush so badly that he made a Magicam post with him posing next to random trees and captioned it with "I love nature so much omg😍".

The photo is still out there on the internet because he forgot the password for the account, and the idea of someone from NRC finding the account terrifies him.

★﹕TREY CLOVER (+CHENYA)

Another one that takes place in elementary school. Trey and Chenya were walking around the city after classes when they spotted an electricity pylon. They thought it was the Eiffel Tower (the equivalent of it in Twisted Wonderland), and they got all excited about it, so they came back with Trey's parents so they could take a picture of them next to it.

Their parents bring up the topic from time to time just to laugh at their innocence back then.

★﹕LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

When he was a little kid, he had a nightmare where he was being chased. He was tossing around the bed, mumbling while sleeping. Falena was walking around the halls when he heard noises from Leona's room, and when he saw him clearly having a nightmare, he tried to wake him up. Leona got so startled that he screamed and kicked his older brother in the face.

Sometimes he remembers when he's about to fall asleep, and suddenly his sleepiness is gone from how much he cringed.

★﹕RUGGIE BUCCHI

He needed money, so he decided to work as a party mascot. It went well the first couple of times; it paid well, until he had to work at this particular kids party. The parents told Ruggie to walk down the stairs, greet the kid, wish him a happy birthday, and then just stand there to greet the children whenever they talked to him. Keep in mind that he couldn't see well in the mascot suit. So when Ruggie tried to walk down the stairs, he tripped and fell. The suit's head fell off, and there was just silence for around ten seconds, then the kids started crying. They thought their favorite character had just died right in front of them.

The birthday boy was inconsolable. Needless to say, Ruggie didn't get paid, and his party mascot careed ended that day.

★﹕JACK HOWL

It happened when his parents weren't home. His younger siblings were playing around with paint, and they asked him if they could paint his face. Jack said yes because it was harmless and would wash off, right? Wrong, it was permanent paint.

He had an important exam the next day, so he just showed up to school with his face looking like a kid painting that parents would display on the fridge door. Jack had to go to school like that for three days.

★﹕MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus has known Lilia for as long as he can remember; he basically raised him. One day, he had the genius idea to copy his hair. He waited for a moment when he was left unsupervised (in Lilia's defense, Malleus faked being asleep), grabbed some scissors, and cut his own bangs. It was awful; it looked like how you would think a little kid would cut their hair. He was so proud of himself until Lilia saw it. To little Malleus dismay, Lilia laughed his ass off, and whenever his laughter would stop, he would look at Malleus and start laughing again.

He got so upset he burned Lilia's bangs off.

[rosecolouredash]

Blooming flowers surrounded you, calm music filled the near empty flower shop. You stood behind the counter, old register and a half read novel your only companions for the day. You were used to the slow days, you usually used the alone time to prepare arrangements, design bouquets and daydream in pastel colors. You couldn’t help but get carried away, inventing back stories for customers, expanding on stories they shared. Each bouquet had meaning. (1/9)

Every flower was chosen with care. You tapped a pencil to your novel and nearly got taken away by your thoughts but the bell above the door broke the almost reverie. Your attention cut to the front of the shop, a patron in an athletic sweatshirt stumbled through the door, honey curls tumbling into hazel eyes that searched the shop helplessly. You could tell he was lost among the flowers, a quietly frantic demeanor clinging to him. You rounded the counter, knowing he was in need of help. (2/9)

“Can I help you?” You asked as his eyes found yours immediately. He nodded and let out a sigh of relief. “I need flowers.” You giggled. “Lucky you came to the right place. Anything in particular you’re looking for?” You asked as a small tint of a blush captured his cheeks around a smile. “Something for my mom.” You nodded and couldn’t help but notice the dimples that deepened with his smile. “I think I’ve got just the bouquet for you. Wait here.” You headed for the back. (3/9)

It only took a moment to procure the perfect bouquet—having just made it that day. You came back out to be met with the customer waiting at the counter. One hand rested on the counter while the other searched his sweatshirt pocket. You recognized the logo on his chest, the local hockey team adorning his apparel. You wondered if he played, keeping his athletic build in mind. You were curious about him, but not in the same ways as other customers. You were curious about the real him. (4/9)

You had no desire to make up a story for him in the ways you did other passing customers. He eyed the bouquet and nodded approvingly. “I think she’ll love it.” His voice was soft and sincere and though you didn’t even know his name yet you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You rang him up and wished him and his mom well—whatever the occasion for the flowers—all the while wondering if you’d ever see him again. Knowing that you wanted to know his story. The real one. (5/9)

The next day brought thoughts of him back to you. But you waved them away, knowing it was better to let a stranger go than conjure a thousand what ifs and what could have beens. It was another slow day, you were just about to lose yourself in a world of someone else’s words when the bell gave off an echoing ding. He was back and wore a sheepish expression. You greeted him warmly, another flutter of excitement coursing through you. He approached the counter with uneven steps. (6/9)

“I wanted to thank you for the flowers. My mom loved them.” He said and your heart soared. For as many customers as you’d helped he was the first to come back with a thank you. “It’s no problem.” You replied and waved nonchalantly. “Kinda my job.” He laughed and the room brightened. “I think I also forgot something yesterday.” He said, taking you by surprise. You weren’t sure what he was talking about, positive that if he left something behind you would have noticed. You arched an eyebrow. (7/9)

“And what might that be?” You wondered aloud. He gave a playful shrug before answering. “To properly introduce myself. I’m Ashton.” You then told him your name and he leaned forward, elbows propped on the counter as he took a breath. In the moment of silence that ensued you got lost in hazel and had to pull yourself back when he began speaking again. “And one more thing.” You held your breath as he paused once more and clapped a hand to the back of his neck. He blushed a lovely pink. (8/9)

“Do you think I could get your number? Maybe take you out sometime?” ….. and the rest is up to you Ro, ily most x infinity 🤍 (9/9)—

The Timberwolves coach blew his whistle one final time to signal the end of hockey practice. As most of the team began to skate off the ice, some complaining of the soreness they’d feel tomorrow, Michael paused at the opening in the boards, transfixed with something in the stands—or rather someone.

You were bundled up—your cozy attire appropriate for the cool temperature of the arena. With an elbow propped on your knee and your chin in hand, you were focused on the new novel in front of you, one you recently started—completely unaware of the boy’s gaze.

“What’s up, Mike?”

Calum followed his friend’s gaze. He didn’t recognize you but apparently you recognized their captain. As Luke joined their little viewing party, you had stopped reading—your attention now focused on the ice. They realized that Ashton was the last one skating as he picked up the stray pylons around the rink that were used for drills during practice. When Michael looked back up to you, he noticed the small smile that graced your lips. You returned to your book when the honey-haired boy skated up to his linemates and best friends.

“Hey, thanks for waiting. Now, you can help me put these away.” They groaned, each taking a couple of the fluorescent orange cones from their captain’s grasp, and headed towards the storage room—their questions of you being answered when they exited the locker rooms, after hitting the showers and getting changed.

As the four boys left, Ashton made a beeline towards you, waiting at the entrance of the arena. They watched with interest as the two of you chatted when you suddenly presented a package, wrapped in brown paper, from your bag and gave it to their captain. Ashton grinned and thanked you. He then motioned to his teammates and you walked over.

“Who’s this?” Luke gestured to you as you flushed at his curious gaze.

Ashton introduced you to the three boys, stating you were the reason his mother anticipated fresh flora in their home every so often. The boys then realized that the package Ashton gently held in his grasp was one of your custom bouquets. He added no more to your introduction and the three boys had to resist lifting a brow. So, you were just a florist? Making some sort of house call? But why had you watched their practice and waited when you could have delivered the flowers to the Irwin abode yourself?

As you all walked outside towards the parking lot, Michael, Calum, and Luke trailed a way’s behind both you and Ashton.

“Do you think that’s—” Calum jumped a little at Michael’s whisper right up against his ear.

“But he never said…” As far as Calum was concerned, your relationship with his captain was strictly business. Ashton would have shared with them, or at least he, if you two were anything more than platonic...wouldn’t he? Albeit, he was pretty private about those kinds of things.

Luke smiled, giving his two cents on the situation. “They have to be together—just look at how they’re acting.”

Calum and Michael looked ahead, at the two of you, taking note at the warm gaze you held with Ashton. Their captain in return, matched your gaze, while hanging onto each and every word that you spoke. Maybe there was some truth to Luke’s words but Calum was still not fully convinced.

“Wanna bet?” Both Michael and Luke finished shaking hands when you and Ashton turned around.

Their captain told them to go on ahead as he wanted to walk you back to your car. You smiled at that and then waved at the boys. “It was nice meeting you!”

They returned the gesture and bid you farewell as you and Ashton turned, opposite to the boys, and walked in the direction of your parked vehicle.

Michael and Calum began to walk again when Luke suddenly snickered. “I knew it! Pay up, Clifford.” The two paused, turning their heads and looked towards you and Ashton.

“Huh, I guess you were right.” Calum hummed, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiled at the sight while Michael grumbled and searched for his wallet in his duffel bag.

Ashton must have pulled at a flower from the bouquet he held because you were now sporting one—its small stem tucked behind your ear. The dead giveaway, however, was how close your bodies were in proximity to one another as you walked.

Not to mention how both your fingers were perfectly laced together.