#thad will be the florist

[rippeanuts1950-2000]

the way i adore vhad but haven’t written as much for them as i’ve written for dizzy and nuzi. i am disappointed in myself.

in order to fix this i have begun work on the vhad human au flower shop x tattoo artist fic that I came up with a few months ago

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Case of the Ex: Part I

Summary: Just as you decide to explore your feelings for Ari, an unexpected blast from your past sends you reeling...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Ex-boyfriends, Discussions of Weight, Discussions of Body Image, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Brief Discussions of Race, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Special thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me brainstorm. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“So do you trust me now, Mr. Carmichael?” You tease as you carefully place several books into your customer’s reusable shopping bag while you wait on the receipt to print. “Because the way I see it, I haven’t steered you wrong yet.”

“Here we go.” The older man grumbles, playfulling rolling his eyes as you punch in the last few numbers to complete the transaction. 

“My recommendation track record speaks for itself.” You can’t help but laugh at the look he gives you. As if you two didn’t have the same conversation at least once a month. “I just want you to give me my props.”

“Arrogance isn’t a good look on you, young lady.” 

“Who said anything about arrogance?” Your eyes go comically wide as you lean into the theatrics by pretending to look around your shop. “Certainly not me. I’m just a small business owner, standing in front of the best retired florist in all of Bell’s Creek, humbly requesting that he finally give me my flippin’ flowers.”  

Mr. Carmichael heaves a weary sigh. “Fine, fine. You were right.” He steps back from the counter to give a dramatic bow. “Jean Hanff Korelitz’s Jacob Bonner was strong enough to rival Stephen King’s own Mort Rainey and Thad Beaumont. Your literary tastes reign superior once again.” 

“And there it is.” You rip the receipt from the printer and drop it into the bag before handing it over so that you can rest your elbows on the counter. “Now was that really that bad? It’s not like I asked for one of your Sapphire Sweetheart bouquets, after all.” 

“That entire moment was so positively excruciating I almost didn’t live through it.” He keeps his tone light as he slings the bag over his shoulder. “Anyway, same time next month?”

“Can’t wait.” You respond with a wink and a wave. “Wouldn’t miss it. And please give Millie my love.”

“Will do!” He calls behind him as he heads out the door.

Once he’s gone you decide to stand up and stretch, raising your arms over your head. You’re not satisfied until you hear the sound of your spine popping. And then you up the ante, twisting your body from side to side before bending down and touching your toes.

You hold the position for a moment, content to let yourself dangle until you hear the chime of the front door, signaling the arrival of another customer. Which was great news for you, especially since business had been kind of slow this morning. 

“Welcome to Baubles & Quills!” You chirp as you quickly right yourself. “How can I he–” The words die on your lips when you get a good look at the person standing just inside the doorway.

“Hiya, Cupcake.” 

It’s a nickname you haven’t heard in years. And it had only ever been used by one man. The same one who had broken your heart and left a wound so deep you’d been almost convinced that it would never heal. 

And yet there he was. Standing right there in your shop. Somehow even more handsome than you remembered.

Mason J. Prescott.

The seconds tick by, turning into minutes as a loaded silence washes over you both. Whatever you’d been expecting, it hadn’t been this. A visit from your ex-boyfriend had not been on today’s bingo card.

Grinning, Mason closes the gap between you. His long, denim clad legs covering the distance in a few easy strides. Once he’s in front of you he removes his Stetson pinchfront and sits it on the counter before taking the opportunity to run his fingers through his thick black locks. 

“Damn if you ain’t a sight for sore eyes.” Still grinning, his gray eyes give you a thorough onceover. It’s a blatant, slow moving perusal that lets you know he likes what he sees. “I swear they don’t make girls as pretty as you out in Brickfield. Must be something in the water.”

“Uh…hi.” You stammer as shock continues to course its way through you.

“You lookin’ to catch some flies there, Cupcake?”

Shit. That meant you were staring. Probably with your mouth open. It was an old bad habit that, up until today, you could’ve sworn you had licked. 

“Sorry.” You cough, forcing your brain to reboot.

“No need to be sorry.” While Mason’s easygoing charm used to calm your nerves, today it seemed to be doing the opposite. 

“What brings you..?” You trail off to take a steadying breath. “I didn’t realize you were back in town.” 

What the hell was he doing here? 

“I just flew in last night. Caught a red-eye home from Buffalo, New York..” He decides to explain further after you flash him a quizzical glance. “Dad had me working on a business deal up there. It was a quick trip with an even quicker turnaround.” 

Oh. “Got it.” 

“Yeah.” He chuckles, scrubbing a hand over his five-o’clock shadow. “My, uh, plan had been to fly back out to Brickfield first and then make the drive. But after speaking with my Mama no less than six nerve-racking times in the span of an hour, I figured I’d be better off coming straight here. And I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel good to be back.” He raps his knuckles on the wood.  

“I’m sure they’re all very happy you’re home.” You weren’t really sure what else to say to that, so you kept it simple. Although it still didn’t explain his reason for showing up at what was arguably the equivalent of your doorstep.  

“Maybe. Some more than others, I suppose.” His voice drops an octave as he pins you with a knowing look. “Any chance you might be one of those people?”

Your teeth begin to gnaw at your bottom lip as your palms go damp with sweat. Why on earth would he care or not about whether you were happy to see him or not? Especially since you hadn’t spoken in–

“I’ve thought of you damn near every day over the last five years.” 

“Mace…” His former nickname comes on the heels of a weary sigh. 

“I’m serious, sweets.”

“Didn’t say you weren’t.” 

You did not want to do this today. It wasn’t fair or right of him to think he could just pick up and waltz back into your life as if he expected your feelings for him to be the same. 

Things had changed since then. You had changed. Everything was different now, starting and ending with you.

“I’ve been thinking…” Now it’s his turn to sigh as he squares his shoulders. “Maybe we made a mistake.”

“Ha!” You let out an unladylike snort, your hand flying to your mouth in an attempt to catch it. “I don’t believe for a second that I’m the reason your Mama pressed you to hussle your ass back to our quaint little town.”

“I came back because I needed to deal with a family matter. But I was thinking about staying because the one that got away also happens to own a shop that’s just down the road from my parent’s ranch.” His sobering admission is enough to send you reeling all over again.     

Mason then places his hand atop yours, allowing the slightly roughened pad of his thumb to stroke along the ridge of your knuckles.

“I’m afraid I don’t take your meaning.” You give him your best haughty southern belle impression. “But if you’d like, I can point you in the direction of our Self-Help books. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of helpful literature on learning from your past mistakes. Might I recommend John Purkiss’ bestseller, The Power of Letting Go? I hear it’s a real page turner.”

Your newfound snippiness has your ex-boyfriend rocking back on his heels. He even appears a little stunned. Good. 

You weren’t the same meek young woman he’d left behind all those years ago. Something that Mason James Prescott would do well to remember.

“Sheesh, Cupcake.” Your former flame presses a hand over his heart, feigning as if you’d wounded him. “You might’ve shed a few extra pounds when I wasn’t looking, but I see you've also gained a little sass too.”

You fold your arms over your chest as you take a moment to process what feels very much like a backhanded compliment. God’s gift to Bell’s Creek didn’t know it yet, but you were getting dangerously close to kicking his pert ass out of your shop.   

As if sensing that he’s made an error, he quickly clears his throat. “All I’m saying is that I recognize that I’m dealing with a new and improved you.” He moves to reach for you again before apparently thinking better of it. 

“But forgive me if I have a hard time thinking of you as anything but the doe-eyed freshman who wrote poetry behind the bleachers. That is, when she wasn’t busy taking home top prize at the state fair’s pie baking contest year after year.” Mason offers you his own award winning smile for good measure, highlighting the dimple on his left cheek. 

Suddenly, the room feels a little too hot for your comfort. You didn’t like feeling this unsettled. These days the only man who was allowed to get under your skin was your handsome, overbearing bounty hunter. 

It was a right that he’d earned, whether you liked it or not. And there were honestly times when you damn well didn’t. But you’d also be lying if you said that you weren’t learning to live with it.     

“I could sure go for a slice of your famous brambleberry pie right about now.” Mason keeps his deep voice low and even as he takes a tentative step around the side of your cash register, which is the only thing currently separating the two of you. “But I’d be willing to settle for some cherry pie and a scoop of homemade vanilla bean ice cream over at Holtman’s Diner on West 5th if you’d be open to join me.”

“So I can watch you stuff your face with pie while I nibble on a depressing fruit salad from a can like a sad little rabbit?” You scoff. “Pass.” 

Mason huffs out an annoyed breath, his brows drawing together. “You were the one who always complained about shit going to your hips. Meanwhile, I was just doing my part to be supportive. Isn’t that what any good man is supposed to do for his woman?” 

Apparently you weren’t the only one experiencing a few ruffled feathers here. Fantastic.

“I’m not sure it’s allowed to fall under the category of being supportive –” you respond, complete with appropriate air quotes “– if you’re also the one constantly pointing it out.” 

“We were kids, baby!” His hands fly to his waist so that he’s now standing akimbo. “Just a couple of stupid kids worried about stupid shit like football practice and prom pictures. I felt like I was walking around with the world on my shoulders back then. It wasn’t as easy for me as everybody liked to think.” He shifts his weight, resting his hip against the cashwrap. “Nobody understood the pressures of growing up as a Prescott. Nobody even tried…” 

‘Oh yeah?’ Your internal voice all but screams. ‘Try being one of only five black kids in your entire goddamned graduating class. But do you see me crying? Nope.’ 

At any rate, you didn’t sign up for this month’s Prescott Pity Party. So you were about to politely request that he miss you with that bullshit.

“I’m sorry you felt like you had to carry so much alone, Mace. I really am.” You look down at your feet as you try to drum up a way to usher him out the door without touching him. But the next thing you know, he’s suddenly standing directly in front of you. 

“Except for you.” He reaches out to clutch at your biceps, his big hands smoothing up and down your bare arms. “You saw past the spoiled little rich kid act when no one else did. And I didn’t appreciate you like I should have.” 

Your heart speeds up as you take notice of the way his eyes darken. He’s so close that you can see the light smattering of freckles dotting the bridge of his slightly crooked nose. If memory served, he’d broken it during a heated football game.

One where he claimed an opposing player made several crude comments about your body and choice of skirt. At the time you’d considered him a hero. But now…

Now you saw him for what he was. Another run-of-the-mill Prescott pretty boy. All style and no substance. That was the crux of it.  

Right?      

“Why are you doing this?” Your question comes out weaker than you’d like, but at least it doesn’t waver.

“Because I want you to have dinner with me tonight. For old times’ sake.” His determined gaze bores into your own as all of the oxygen slowly dissipates from the room. “Please, Cupcake?”

Just then, you hear the chiming of the door, signaling the arrival of yet another customer. Spell broken, you take a fortifying step back – needing to put some distance between you and the town’s golden boy.

“Am I interrupting something?” The sound of a familiar voice has your already volatile emotions spiraling in the complete opposite direction as a sense of relief blooms in your chest. 

Saved by the damn bell. Thank the Lord.

“Yeah.” Mason snaps at the same time you throw out a swift “nope”. 

“Bird?” 

Of course your gruff bounty hunter would defer to you on this one – for which you were grateful. You turn your attention to him, not missing the tick in his chiseled jaw. 

Now that you saw them together, Ari appeared to have a good inch in height on your former lover. Aside from that, their builds were pretty similar. Instead it was the glaring difference in their personalities that managed to separate one from the other. 

“It’s fine, Ari.”

“Bird?” Mason’s lip curls in an almost sneer as his hands drop to his sides. “Is that what you go by now? It’s…cute.” He tacks on the last part when you respond with a simple shrug. 

If you were being honest, you didn’t much care how he felt or not. You just wanted him gone so that you could actually breathe again.

“Ari, huh?” He turns to give your man his full attention as realization finally dawns. “You must be that rent-a-cop my father was telling me about. Said you blew into town looking for Martin Westbrook’s sorry ass.” 

“Not quite, pal. But you’re almost there.” Ari spares a bored glance in the direction of his would-be rival. But he doesn’t say anything. You knew without him telling you that he was busy assessing the situation. It was something he had a habit of doing anywhere he went.

Especially when found himself face-to-face with a dick like Mason Prescott.

“Well, you won’t find him here, buddy.” Your ex gives him a dismissive nod. “So why don’t you see yourself out? The lady and I were just in the middle of catching up before you took it upon yourself to interrupt.” 

An uncomfortable silence ensues as both men stare each other down, each refusing to blink. The tension grows thicker with each passing moment. And it remains that way until you move to step between them. 

“Mace is an old friend who stopped by for a chat.” You tell Ari, jamming your nervous hands in your pockets. “But we were just wrapping up so I could get back to doing inventory.”

It was a lie. And you recognized that Ari was someone who deserved a better, more in-depth explanation than the basic one that you just gave him. But for now it would simply have to do. At least until you got your bearings.          

“But what about that pie?” Mason pouts, obviously upset by the prospect of you kicking him out. “Don’t leave me to eat alone, Cupcake.”

“Cupcake? Wow.” Ari scoffs under his breath, not bothering to his disapproval.

“Old friend, old nickname.” You hiss, somehow feeling even more self-conscious than you already did. “Now that we’ve established all that, I think it’s best if you two peaches get a move-on. I’ve got a busy day ahead of me.”

Needing some space, you attempt to shoo them out the door. But unfortunately, you might as well have better luck trying to herd a couple of cats. Lucky you.

“What about lunch?” Your man growls. Apparently he didn’t take too kindly to being thrown out either.

“Too busy. Gotta cancel. Sorry you came out all this way, but these books aren’t gonna stock themselves so…” You throw your arms in the air. “It is what it is.” 

Instead of accepting his dismissal, Ari takes a step towards you. He doesn’t stop until he’s in front of you, his body eclipsing your smaller frame and  effectively blocking you from Mason’s view.

“Did you eat today, baby?” He asks as one big hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, giving you an affectionate squeeze. Some of the stiffness in his shoulders eases when you give him a little nod. “Good. What’d you have?”

“A piece of toast and a hard boiled egg.” 

“Alright.” Warmth pools in your belly when your sweet bounty hunter hands over a plastic bag filled with what feels suspiciously like a sandwich and chips. “It’s a grilled chicken caesar wrap. Best they had since you said you don’t like that chipotle spread. Also got you some sea salt and vinegar chips, some cuke and onion salad, and a cookie.”

Christ. This man was simply too good for you. Moments like these only served to remind you that you truly didn’t deserve him.

“Thank you.” You murmur once you finally manage to swallow the lump forming in your throat. 

“I’m gonna need you to eat every last bite for me.” He tells you, his intoxicating blue eyes dropping to your lips. “So that I can fully enjoy taking a bite out of you later.” Thankfully, he's thoughtful enough to whisper the last bit. Making it clear that it was for your ears only.

“Okay, Ari.” 

Nodding, he shifts his attention back to an increasingly annoyed Mason. But while there’s no way he could’ve missed the moment you shared with Ari just now, he chooses to stew in silence. Which is absolutely fine by you. 

“Call me when you lock up.” You know that Ari’s words are meant for you even though his focus remains entirely on the other man taking up space in your tiny lobby. 

“I’ll see you around, Cupcake.” Mason smiles, but this time you notice that it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I can’t wait to find out if you’re still as sweet as I remember.” He finishes with a knowing wink.

With that, he turns and strides out of the shop, not even bothering to hold the door for Ari. But your man doesn’t seem to mind. Instead he makes a show of shouldering through it with minimal effort. 

As soon as it swings shut you hit the lock and flip the sign. And then you duck in the corner, watching as the two men exchange what you can only assume to be a few choice words right there in your parking lot. 

And while you can’t make out what they’re saying, you’re convinced that it’s anything but friendly – what with them being practically nose to nose. 

You stay in your spot until Ari and Mason finish their conversation. And it’s only once they’ve climbed in their respective cars and driven away that you finally slink off to the back room to lick your wounds and figure out your next move. 

Fuck! You had the sinking feeling that things were about to get complicated fast. Opening the fridge, you toss your lunch inside before slamming it shut so that you can snag a homemade strawberry and cream popsicle from the freezer. 

As you sit down, you feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. You fish it out, surprised to see that you’ve got a text from Ari that reads:

“Mace seems like a real stand-up guy.”

“No shit, Beast.” Rolling your eyes, you place the device facedown on a nearby table before nibbling on your sweet and creamy treat. “Tell me something I don’t know.” 

END

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WHO: thad bradshaw & you!  WHERE: downtown hawkins

this hick town in the center of nowheresville, usa! gave a new definition to the meaning of shithole. thad felt the soles of his shoes get significantly filthier as he stepped through this indiana idea of a downtown. all for nancy, he supposed. the thought made him roll his eyes, but at the end of the day, he definitely couldn’t afford to start senior year without a babe on his arm. 

desperately convinced she was on the brink of breaking up with him because she hadn’t written, thad did the only rational thing and drove to her hometown to make sure they wouldn’t happen. he hadn’t announced his arrival to her yet, of course. if she was prepared to split it off, he’d have to woo her back into his arms, and that started with buying her flowers. thad was kicking himself for not stopping sooner, or calling the florist back home for an order, because no matter where he stopped in, he couldn’t find anything suitable. entirely irritable, he firmly grasped the shoulder of the nearest passerby, effectively stopping them in their tracks, “excuse me,” he cleared his throat, belated. “could you happen to point me in the direction of this town’s most bangin’ florist?”

[multiphandomunnies]

Yeri Flowershop AU

Requested:Nooope😘

Admin:Mirae💕

A/N:Y’all know I’m a sucker for AUs😂.Personally I love flower shop/florist aus so I was excited to try and write one! This is my first one so it probably sucks. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes, I haven’t done editing yet! Enjoy~

You hated getting gifts for people, yes it was fun but it always made you feel pressured

Were they going to like it?

Would they hate it?

It was a huge weight on your shoulders

So when you were asked to get a gift to congratulate your bosses raise you wanted to hide

It made things worse when you realized how rude your boss could be

After asking around people said that she would like something chic with meaning

How the heck were you supposed to get something that held meaning when you didn’t like her?

You complained to your friend about your problem

She had recommended getting your boss flowers

She knew a flower shop that you could go to, apparently the worker there was really nice

That was all you needed to hear

Flowers were a perfect gift idea for your boss

You could get her flowers that meant congratulations or new beginnings

Maybe it would put you on your bosses good side

When Saturday rolled around you made your way to the shop

You had no clue what flowers meant what, you would definitely have to ask the flourist

Upon entering the store you were shocked

The place itself was gorgeous and had a calming aura

Everything look beautiful

Even the floursit behind the counter was stunning

She was prettier that all the flowers that surrounded her

Turning towards you she held a big smile

“Hi! How may I help you?”

Her voice was sweet, it reminded you of a spring day

“I have to get flowers for my boss who just got promoted, what type should I get her?”

You asked approaching the girls figure

She thought for a moment

“I reconmend the sunny arrangement!! It has yellow roses, those mean highest achievement, yellow calla lillies which mean elagence, so that is a good way to suck up, and fennel which means praise. It has some other flowers in it but I don’t want to bore you with flower talk!”

She giggled to herself while rambling about flowers

You thought it was impossible to her to be even cuter but seeing her talk about flowers made you change your mind

“You could never bore me with talking,”

You hadn’t realized what you said until her cheeks were dusted with pink

“Thank you,” she mumbled quietly

You watched as she put together a bouquet

It was rather amazing

Her hands worked fast as she cut certain flowers

Once the thing was put together your mouth dropped open

“Thad perfect!” You said taking it from her hands

“How much will it cost me?” You asked

You knew it would cost a lot

She simply smiled

“Nothing, it’s on the house,”

“What? no no no I must pay for this”

She giggled once more

“No, I insist”

“Thank you...” you looked at her name tag “Yeri”

“You’re welcome, have a nice day!” She beamed as you turned around and left

When you gave the flowers to your boss and explained what everything meant she was gushing

The whole office heard about how wonderful of a person you were

You could feel the glares of your coworkers as you walked by

2 weeks had passed and you still thought of Yeri

Her bright smile was stuck in your head

You had no reason to get flowers but you wanted to see her again

She you decide to had some decoration to your apartment

With a skip in your step you walked to the shop

Once again Yeri was behind the counter with a bright smile

“Hi!! I never got your name last time,” she said with a pout

“It’s Y/n,” you said with a smile

“So what can I get you this time?” She asked leaning forward on the counter

“Well I wanted to add some spice to my apartments decoration so I thought why not get flowers,” you told her honestly

Yeri nodded her head and thought for a moment

“I have the perfect idea. How about some lily of the valleys, meaning return to happiness and purity, apple blossoms which mean good fortune. And let’s add little bit of sweet Williams which mean, grant a smile! It’s a happy bouquet!” Yeri seemed estactic with the idea

“Oooh I like the sound of that!!” You beamed right back

Yeri started on the bouquet

She walked around the shop, grabbing all the things she needed

Returning to the counter Yeri worked her magic

Once the bouquet was made you were once again awestruck

“Yeri you have an amazing talent,” Yeri blushed at your words

“Thank you,” Yeri handed you the bouquet before telling you the price

You hand her the money and added a tip making her smile more

As you turned your back to walk out the shop Yeri called out

“Have a nice day Y/N! I hope to see you soon!”

You spun around “I’ll be back,” you reassured before leaving the shop

Once you got to your apartment you looked at the flower arrangement

Something you hadn’t seen before caught your eyes

It was a note card attached to the wrapping

“Hiiii Y/N. Call me ***-***-****” your heart sped up at the note

It was so cute and sneaky

You didn’t even see her place it

You quickly grabbed your phone and sent her a message “Hey Yeri, I’m glad you gave me your number,” you texted

Yeri and you had texted a lot during the next few weeks. You really liked her and wanted to become more

And you came up with the perfect plan,why not confess to her by speaking her language, flowers

Yeri greeted you with her dazzling smile

“Whatcha need?” She asked

“I need a bouquet that means love,” you spoke

Yeris face visibly dropped

She tried to hide her disappointment with a smile and a tease

“Ooh you like someone?” She asked moving around to make a bouquet

Yeri knew that you didn’t know much about flowers

She could have made a bouquet that meant hate and had you give that to your crush

But she wanted to be nice

Yeri handed you the bouquet only to have you hand it right back to her

“I like you Yeri, and I’d love it if you went a date with me,” you said watching her face light up

“I’d love to,”Yeri beamed, leaning over the counter she placed a sweet kiss on your cheek

[musicalhqs]

⌞ʾ⁎ 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪┆congratulations THAD, and welcome to musicalhqs ! we cannot wait to see what ROLAND DE CHAGNY, CYRUS LEVIDIUS & JACKSON KENICKIE will bring to london. you have 48 HOURS to send in your account and read through our CHECKLIST. have fun, dear friend ! DIEGO BONETA, ROSS LYNCH & ALEX FITZALAN are now taken ! xoxo

⌞ʾ⁎ ⊰ diego boneta, cismale, he/him ⊱ i think i just saw ROLAND DE CHAGNY walk across trafalgar square, singing to ALL SHE WANTS ( MIKA ). you know, the TWENTY-FIVE year old SEMINARIAN? people claim that they are just like RAOUL DE CHAGNY from PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. it must be because they are CONFIDANT and BRASH as well… though i could be wrong. all i know for sure is that they live at BALTIMORE apartment. { thad, 22, est, he/him }⌝

⌞ʾ⁎ ⊰ ross lynch, cismale, he/him ⊱ i think i just saw CYRUS LEVIDIUS walk across trafalgar square, singing to SUNLIGHT ( HOZIER ). you know, the TWENTY-THREE year old FLORIST/ASPIRING MUSICIAN? people claim that they are just like ORPHEUS from HADESTOWN. it must be because they are HOPEFUL and REBELLIOUS as well… though i could be wrong. all i know for sure is that they live at PETERSBURG apartment. { thad, 22, est, he/him }⌝

⌞ʾ⁎ ⊰ alex fitzalan, cismale, he/him ⊱ i think i just saw JACKSON KENICKIE walk across trafalgar square, singing to SUMMERTIME BLUES ( EDDIE COCHRAN ). you know, the TWENTY year old MECHANIC? people claim that they are just like KENICKIE MURDOCH from GREASE. it must be because they are LOYAL and STUBBORN as well… though i could be wrong. all i know for sure is that they live at PETERSBURG apartment. { thad, 22, est, he/him }⌝

[rippeanuts1950-2000]

okay, quick vhad human au idea

i have a headcannon that v really likes flowers. i don’t know why I have it, I just do. Anyway, picture this: Florist x Tattoo Artist BUT Thad’s the florist and V’s the tattoo artist.

Their jobs are next door to each other and V likes to visit Thad during her lunch breaks. After awhile she starts buying bouquets of flowers and leaving them with Thad. But here’s the thing, V knows the language of flowers but Thad doesn’t(despite working in a flower shop) so the bouquet she’s giving him are subtle confessions and he has no idea

i don’t know I thought this was cute