#friends from the garden🌷

[cherriesfromeden]

every single time Billy, Vance, and Griffin are in a small space together Billy goes through at least three near death experiences

convinced he's slightly claustrophobic too

IM CRYING IMAGINE HIM EXPLAINING THAT TO VANCE AND GRIFFIN

'im claustrophobic'

'what's that'

'billy goat's afraid of santa'

'HO HO HO'

'stop! you're scaring him!'

#friends from the garden🌷 #tess🌚

[queenie-the-court-jester]

pucker up buttercup

Yandere florist x reader

Tw: mentions of physical abuse in sexual settings, implied drugging and somnophilia, stalking, implied possessive behavior and controlling nature, mildly nsfw. Not proofread 🌺

🌷Benny was the quiet kid of your school. You didn't know much about him, except he was a good student and apart of the gardening club. That was all, but Benny? Oh he knew you very well..

🌷you were stunning. You had such amazing hair that he wanted to play with every night before going to sleep, those stunning beautiful eyes that always ghosted over his form in the cafeteria, and your voice that always managed to make him rock hard down there

🌷 recently your family had gotten a wide assortment of flowers for an event. Thinking they were pretty, you asked for the florists name or any social they might have. They handed you a card with the info, and with that you looked up the account on Instagram.

🌷 scrolling through their posts you found a familiar face you'd see every day in the school halls. What was his name again? Benjamin? Beanie? No.. oh yeah! Benny! You didnt know he had such a good eye for aesthetics, especially flower arrangements. But that has to be expected since he spends all his time gardening

🌷the next time you saw him, you walked right up to his table on campus grounds. A bit far from the other outside lunch areas. He froze when he saw a familiar pair of shoes, looking up at you slowly with those big blue eyes

"you're a florist right?"

"y-yes..?"

"how much for a dozen roses and half a dozen tulips?"

🌷you became a regular after that. He'd wait anxiously every day for you in the plant nursery after school. He always gave you such cheap prices, claiming you were his friend and he only did favors for them. You thought he was sweet, so when you heard rumors about him being caught sneaking around the girls locker rooms and stalking a classmate? You shrugged it off,most likely empty gossip

🌷if only you paid attention to the red flags sooner.. you would have realized Benny's real nature. When he asked you out prom night, you agreed, he was sweet and you weren't seeing anyone at the moment. Who knew, maybe this would be the start of a beautiful relationship?

Pros with Benny:

🌹atleast he's a very generous lover. Spoiling you with what he could afford, since he came from humble beginnings he's always wise with the money you both have

🌹 he's completely devoted to you! Never looking at anyone else with love or lust, always worshipping you both in bed and outside it

🌹you learn new things. Like natural remedies, plants and their names, their usefulness to make nearly everything. Even drugs (He's vegan.)

🌹he wants to settle down and raise a family with you as soon as you graduate college! He gets tipsy and love drunk thinking about it too much. He'd make an excellent father. Kind of.

The cons:

🥀 randomly, he'll get very aggressive in bed. Biting you till your skin bleeds, slapping your chest and ass, degrading you with the most vilest words. Not to mention he seems to really like choking you till you almost pass out

🥀he doesn't know how to take no for an answer, he'll go scarily quiet and his eyes will turn dull. A complete contrast to how he usually is. Surely a little intimidation will make you change your mind no?

🥀 he's possessive with your time and love. If he ever notices you staring at anyone a little too long, who isn't friends or family he knows of, you bet there'll be missing person posters by the end of the week

🥀he forbids you from going into the basement. Saying it's his private nursery and you should respect his privacy, even if he doesn't respect yours

🥀 randomly you'll feel sleepy after Eating anything he makes you, growing drowsy and the last thing you can remember is feeling clammy hands hastily unbutton your pants and shirt

#yandere x reader #ocs #queenie ocs #queenie writes #yandere x darling #yandere #yandere male #yandere male x reader #male yandere #Yandere florist #Yandere florist x reader #Benny the florist #Yandere oc #Yandere oc x reader #yandere drabble #Yandere headcanons #male yandere x reader

[candy-rat]

🌷○•･{Change Of Pace}

♡Luke Castellan x fem!Demeter reader

♥︎Summary: you and Luke are good friends but that’s it, right? || Luke Castellan Blurb!

☆Warning: none!

★A/N: I’ve only read the first book and a bit of the second + the two movies so I’ll be basing Luke off of the series(Charlie Bushnell)

♪ credits: i forgot where I found the divider but it isn’t mine so if someone knows who it belongs to please let me know!<3

+ Barely proof-read🤧

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“I mean he’s cute and all I won’t deny that but I don’t like him like that.” You told your friend in Aphrodite cabin.

“Love, are you sure?” She asked “I mean you two just have this weird connection, not in a bad way of course it’s kinda cute if you ask me.” Your friend huffed.

“Oh I’m sure, he’s just a real good friend you know.” You reassured.

“Sure.” She stated “speak of the devil!” The girl spoke up at the sight of Luke from behind your figure.

You turned around still tense from his sudden arrival.

Sure he made you nervous at times but that’s just cause you really look up to him as a friend, right?

“Oh, hey Luke!” You smiled shifting your position on the bench to face him.

“Hey.” He replied.

“Mind if I steal her for a bit?” He asked your friend.

“Sure, she’s all yours.” The girl said with a smirk.

You felt your face heat up.

You didn’t have a crush on Luke, did you?

You’re just overthinking it.

He looked back at you looking for approval.

You simply nodded with a smile and got up, what else were you going to do?

“So? Where are you taking me Mr. Castellan?” You asked.

“You’ll see, just be patient.” He reassured.

“Okay.” You sighed.

He continued to guide you to this ‘mystery location’, you hope you’ll be able to find your way back but who are you kidding you’d be happy get lost with Luke.

Maybe you had to accept that you may have a little tiny crush on the boy but there no harm in having a crush.

“We’re here.” The boy turned back to you interrupting your thoughts.

“Where exactly is here?” You comment.

“Here, just close your eyes.” He instructed.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Just close ‘em, trust me.” He reassured.

“Okay, okay.” You chuckled.

“Here.” He began to guide you to your location, his hand was placed softly on your waist.

His hand placement and close proximity was driving you crazy, and more so what this so seemed surprise was and when you were going to see it.

“You can open your eyes now.” Luke spoke.

You opened your eyes and you were met with a beautiful array of different kinds of flowers and plants.

“Luke, this is-“ you didn’t have words.

“I know you could easily grow something like this yourself, but when I found this I couldn’t help but think of you.” The boy blushed.

You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless, it felt you were being over dramatic but how else would one of Demeter’s daughters react when faced with a secret garden that’s been here for years maybe.

“It’s beautiful!” You said heading into the small garden.

“Yeah, it is…” All the boy could do was stare at you as he mindlessly agreed.

“Oh god Luke, you’re too sweet!.” You turned to the boy.

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.” He sighed in relief.

“I more than like it Luke, I absolutely love it thank you so much.” You told the boy as you brought him in for a hug.

He froze for a moment.

It wasn’t often he got flustered.

Especially around his friends.

But you two were different.

“Anytime (Name).”

He wrapped his arms around you, savoring the hug.

It wasn’t often either you had moments like this.

It was nice.

He was nice.

Maybe you had a little more than a crush on Luke Castellan.

And maybe he was head over heels for you too.

But for Luke, you wouldn’t mind.

Neither of you would.

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A/N: I originally wrote this with Apollo reader in mind but I suddenly changed it to Demeter to fit with the story.     Also this is my first time writing for Luke so I hope it wasn’t the worse🤧.<3

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #x reader #pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #charlie Bushnell

[spicycinnabun]

pt. 1 2 3 5 6 7 💐

When Steve first started working at the flower shop, he had only been helping customers and taking their orders over the phone. Their small family business had grown quicker than anticipated, and Steve’s parents had needed the extra set of hands.

The shop had been a gift to his mother. It had been something she’d always wanted, but his dad had never agreed to, until finally, he had fucked up badly enough in their relationship and had funded it out of guilt.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that it turned out to be as successful as it was. Steve’s mom, Linda, was passionate and talented. She loved flowers and celebrations of any kind and maintained a big, beautiful garden at home.

It also helped that his father and mother were socialites. They had a lot of friends to support the business, spread the word, and make it b(l)oom. They had a great location in the mall with little competition around.

For good or bad, weddings, anniversaries, sickness and death, flowers were always there.

Steve had mostly helped after school, but it became his full-time gig once he’d graduated and hadn’t gotten into college. Due to the sheer volume of orders, his mother could no longer make the arrangements alone, so she’d taught Steve everything she knew.

From watching her over the years, Steve knew how to care for the flowers. He could prep them and nurture them. The creativity that came naturally to his mother took Steve a bit of time, but he eventually realized what looked good. Usually, it was the simpler arrangements. He was good at that.

Linda was very kind in general, always giving him positive feedback and encouragement instead of criticism. Steve was lucky to have her, especially since his father was so hard on him. She loved and cared for him unconditionally. While his father constantly tried to make him feel inferior, her belief in him built him up to be the strong, confident man he now was.

When his mom had to step back even more from the business to travel abroad with his dad, Steve suggested they hire Robin. Scoops hadn't been fun for her, probably ever, and Steve had missed her since graduating.

At first, Steve didn’t think he’d like working at the shop, but like a flower, it had grown on him. He liked helping people, talking to them, and most surprisingly, he liked the flowers and what he could do with them. While he liked roses—after he removed their thorns, of course—his true favorite was sunflowers.

Working there suited him. It was simple. It let him use his hands and mind in ways he hadn’t tapped into while in school or doing sports. He enjoyed the additive and subtractive aspects of flower arranging. His favorite part was the pruning. It was almost cathartic. He loved pulling and clipping off all the unnecessary parts and making them look perfect.

It took Steve a minute to recognize the man walking around the shop.

Last month, when he was working on the big window display, Steve had seen him for the first time. Guitar case, long rocker hair, enough rings and piercings to set off a metal detector fifty miles away… but Steve remembered it most because the guy had tried to say something to him through the glass. He had left before Steve had gotten the chance to go out and ask him what he’d said.

The second time, Robin had waited on the mystery man. Steve had just caught him walking out with a dozen Black-eyed Susans while he stood there, disgruntled, in his soil-stained apron.

This time—the third time—it was late, and Robin had already clocked out for the night. Steve was sick. He was in the middle of a cold and just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. But even though he wasn’t feeling good, he knew he still had to do his job. There were flowers to be sold.

So, mustering up a charming smile, Steve approached him. "Can I help you find anything today?"

🌷🪻🌻🌹

this part written by my stevie, @batty4steddie (psst, go check out her gorgeous st gifs too) 💕

#fic #wybmb #batty4steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie au #florist au #florist!steve harrington

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a list of some spring movies/series 🌷

spring is here!! and so is your friendly neighbourhood little organisation freak of a goblin to give you a list of some spring movies and series. as always, just close your eyes and point somewhere on this little list, or even put the numbers in a generator and go with whatever the result is ♡

summer | autumn | winter

🐝 ‧₊˚ ⋅ movies ⋅˚₊‧

mary poppins (1964)

the sound of music (1965)

aristocats (1970)

alla vi barn i bullerbyn (1986)

my neighbour totoro (1988)

kiki (1989)

a league of their own (1992)

the secret garden (1993)

pride and prejudice (1995/2005)

whisper of the heart (1995)

clueless (1995)

my best friend’s wedding (1997)

parent trap (1998)

10 things i hate about you (1999)

notting hill (1999)

she's all that (1999)

but i’m a cheerleader (1999)

bring it on (2000)

miss congeniality (2000)

spiritied away (2001)

the wedding planner (2001)

legally blonde (2001)

princess diaries (2001 + 2004)

spy kids (2001-2003)

maid in manhatten (2002)

bend it like beckham (2002)

tuck everlasting (2002)

school of rock (2003)

how to lose a guy in 10 days (2003)

something’s gotta give (2003)

13 going on 30 (2004)

finding neverland (2004)

howl’s moving castle (2004)

saving face (2004)

the notebook (2004)

imagine me and you (2005)

nanny mcphee (2005)

penelope (2006)

miss potter (2006)

step up (2006)

she’s the man (2006)

bridge to terabithia (2007)

enchanted (2007)

atonement (2007)

stardust (2007)

ps i love you (2007)

wild child (2008)

made of honour (2008)

ondine (2009)

bride wars (2009)

valentine’s day (2010)

tangled (2010)

leap year (2010)

easy a (2010)

from up on poppy hill (2011)

jane eyre (2011)

crazy, stupid, love (2011)

what to expect when you’re expecting (2012)

remember sunday (2013)

saving mr banks (2013)

about time (2013)

now you see me (2013 + 2016)

love, rosie (2014)

testament of youth (2014)

kingsman (2014-)

paddington (2014 + 2017)

far from the madding crowd (2015)

burnt (2015)

brooklyn (2015)

cinderella (2015)

the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015)

lady chatterley's lover (2015/2022)

creed franchise (2015-2023)

me before you (2016)

mother’s day (2016)

this beautiful fantastic (2016)

the light between oceans (2016)

paterson (2016)

how to be single (2016)

hidden figures (2016)

gifted (2017)

dunkirk (2017)

ocean’s eight (2018)

life itself (2018)

peter rabbit (2018)

christopher robin (2018)

tomb raider (2018)

set it up (2018)

crazy rich asians (2018)

spider-verse movies (2018-)

1917 (2019)

the art of racing in the rain (2019)

can you keep a secret? (2019)

booksmart (2019)

someone great (2019)

endings, beginnings (2019)

emma (2020)

enola holms (2020-)

the last letter from your lover (2021)

the world to come (2021)

🌼 ‧₊˚ ⋅ series ⋅˚₊‧

little house on the prairie (1974-1983)

moomin valley (1990-1992)

greys anatomy (2005-)

gossip girl (2007-2012)

skins (2007-2013)

the great british bake off (2010-)

new girl (2011-2018)

brooklyn nine-nine (2013-2021)

the fosters (2013-2018)

the 100 (2014-2020)

jane the virgin (2014-2019)

outlander (2014-)

grace and frankie (2015-2022)

poldark (2015-2019)

critical role (2015-)

howards end (2017)

girlboss (2017)

she's gotta have it (2017-2019)

the bold type (2017-2021)

mr. sunshine (2018)

queer eye (2018-)

crash landing into you (2019)

the witcher (2019-)

dickinson (2019-2021)

sex education (2019-2023)

bridgerton (2020-)

ted lasso (2020-2023)

nevertheless (2021)

the falcon and the winter soilder (2021)

flatshare (2022)

#lea speaks #• comfort if you need it • #movies #comfort movies #movie recommendation #studyblr #cottagecore #dark academia #cozycore #cosycore #hygge #naturecore #tv show recommendations #spring #spring aesthetic #spring movies #springcore #cottage core

[familyvideostevie]

5k celebration: emma's garden

THIS IS NOW CLOSED. THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED! YOU CAN FIND FINISHED FICS AT THE BOTTOM.

thank you so much for being here. i know this blog has changed a lot since i started it about a year and a half ago, but it means so much to me that even one person wants to hang out, let alone this many. writing is deeply personal and sharing my work with you continues to be both cathartic and also a challenge. i will never stop being grateful. none of this happens without you, so, please celebrate with me! : )

navigation, masterlist, guidelines

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so, let's celebrate! send me any of these ⬇️

🪴 get your hands dirty and plant some seeds!

you do a little bit of work and i'll do the rest! pick a character from my guidelines, an au theme, and a prompt and i'll write a blurb (<1k words) for you. use this post or come up with your own!

🐝 look at the beautiful bee hive!

send me the title/description of a fic of mine and i'll tell you a little bit about what it was like working on it/a headcanon/behind the scenes moment.

📚 or 🎧 to sit in the sun and read or listen to music

send this and a little bit about your taste to get a personalized book or song recommendation.

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send me this and i'll make you a three-pic moodboard (feel free to specify a little theme/aesthetic!)

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🌷 pick some flowers!

help spread the love and make a beautiful bouquet for someone else. send me a fic rec/author rec/gush about your favorites here.

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CELEBRATION FICS (coming soon):

roommates!au with steve harrington: trying to not hit anything or each other, when there is a power outage and it’s way too dark | 1.3k

coworkers!au with bradley bradshaw: it's hard to hide your relationship from your coworkers, when your whole team is a tight knit group and basically one big family.

friends with benefits!au with bradley bradshaw: they have been friends long before the benefits came along and they don’t know if they’re ever able to go back to just being friends

#emmas5kgarden #joel miller x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #rooster bradley bradshaw x reader

[blackopals-world]

Pretty obvious, but Noble!Yuu as a Vampire could work. Oh! Gardener!Yuu could be a Dryad, I think it fits them well enough.

Onsen!Yuu could be the yokai called a kejourou (Look them up their pretty interesting) or another one called an Akaname. (These ones are weird looking little things)

This is all I've got for now! I hope this isn't too much.

Monster (Yuu)niverse Headcannons

💎Noble!Yuu - Vampire

Only the fanciest coffin will do.

Not a glittery vampire just pale

Doesn't eat food just likes to look sofistacted when drinking blood from a wine glass.

The vampire rules they operate under states that they can't drink from just anyone. Every vampire has a preference. Usually, it correlates to sins or negative behavior. Greed, envy, selfishness, dishonesty, laziness, stress, anger.

Vampires seek out targets with excessive amounts of their favorite sin and drinks from them. These toxins from the bite cause the trait to be removed temporarily. This doesn't happen if Yuu doesn't bite them directly.

Yuu doesn't drink often but a target can get addicted to the bite depending on what Yuu targets.

Yuu is a bit prissy if the blood isn't strong enough.

"I said I wanted the blood of someone full of envy! What is this?! So she's upset her e is dating someone new. That's just petty. I want the blood of an envious backstabbing bitch! I want a homewreaking life-ruining monster! I going hunting. I'm sure Pomefiore has plenty of green-eyed students."

🌷 Gardener!Yuu - Dryad

Well the hair made of flower pedals and vines was an obvious sign.

Naturally, they are partially restrained by where their glen is. Only partially because Yuu can move what plant they connected to. This causes their appearance to change based on what plant it is. From willows to rose bushes.

Good luck getting past their thorns when they get angry.

They are even more protective of their garden. If the tree that functions as their heats is destroyed they die too.

They smell really nice. Too nice sometimes. Hope you're not allergic to pollen.

They are friends with the bees. Not fan of bears though or termites.

50% chance their apples are poisonous.

♨️ Onsen!Yuu- Kejoro

A beautiful black haired beauty.

Do not call them a Kejoro being called "hairy prostitute" is not a compliment. Matron or Master will do.

Has a habit of collecting suitors while getting customers.

Dreams of owning a large bathhouse and business district straight out of "Spirited Away"

Until then they work hard tending to customers

It's no ones business if they sell their body (they don't)

No one can afford it anyways.

Normal humans don't find them attractive but other monsters are clambering for their attention.

Their hair is so thick it's hard to comb but they try.

They will cut locks of hair and send it to suitors they favor inside a small embroidered scented bag.

#noble!yuu #gardener!Yuu #onsen!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst mc

[teddyhoneybear]

A promise for the future

~Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra~

Genre: Fluff/Humour

Rating: SFW

Words: 5,344

You can read on AO3

Summary: Fed up with just sitting in the kitchen or in the garden, or taking care of her nephew, Elain decided to sign up for a pottery class, somewhere in Velaris near Feyre's studio. What she didn't bother to check was who her teacher was supposed to be...

🌸Hi! I've never written fanfiction in English before. I still can't believe I wasted more than an hour on the internet trying to learn how to make pottery

🌸So if it's a hobby of yours and I made any mistakes, please be kind and close your eyes haha

🌸@bettdraws 's post about Elucien doing pottery together inspired me to write this.

🌷🍃

Fed up with just sitting in the kitchen or in the garden, or taking care of her nephew, Elain decided to sign up for a pottery class, somewhere in Velaris near Feyre's studio. After all, it never bothered her to get her hands a little dirty, on the contrary, she hoped that this activity would ground her. And a little socializing never hurt.

It was delightful to have something for herself, something else to do, knowing that the others didn't really include her in their business. Maybe a secret hobby, one she would be good at. At least to be of worth.

The classroom was filled with pottery wheels and various vases on shelves all around the walls. And even though the room was very crowded, it was not hard to see how well arranged everything was and how much sunlight could illuminate the room. It was warm, inviting, and Elain could smell a familiar, very pleasant scent. Maybe it was the clay. However, it made her feel comfortable, more than at home.

Optimism radiated from the new fae as she took a seat at the back of the classroom where the light fell beautifully on her work table. The other seats were also taken, all the faes already accustomed to the usual places. She didn't let her spirits drop just because she was new here, even as she shifted in her seat, looking around, most of them chatting with their supposed friends.

The lovely lady even chose to wear her favorite dress, the finest pink silk, light on her fae body but very refined. Modest of course, with simple long sleeves, the neckline mostly covered. After all, the focal point was the gold thread, sewn with the utmost care, covering her waist in wavy lines that resembled living vines, spreading up and down until they faded completely. Simple, yet splendid. Maybe just like her. 

But any hope that pottery would loosen her up was destroyed when their teacher appeared in class with sure but elegant moves.

That unmistakable inflamed red hair, long, with a singular thin braid placed behind a pointed ear, decorated with gold earrings. A feminine trait in her human world, a thing from her past, one she would have found strange in a man, but now... it was the only thing Elain could think of when she saw him and she didn't know why it fascinated her so much. Why it enticed her. How she silently wished she could braid his hair herself, at least once in her long lifetime.

A white dress shirt covered his golden torso, a few buttons undone, a detail that didn't let her breathe. Some simple trousers, tied with a thick belt in the middle, which showed off his narrow waist, tucked into some high riding boots.

Elain didn't know what was worse. The see-through material, his exposed chest, or that she has never seen him dressed so casual. Free of all those layers of material that made him look like the son of a high lord. He seemed dishevelt, in comparison to what she knew him to be. And to her horror, she liked it. It made her... curious. And it also made him look so free. Open. Even vulnerable, she thought. In his own element.

Naturally, his eyes fell directly on her from the moment he entered the room. Mate. Touch her. Smell her. Taste her. His eyebrows rose at the sight and for a moment Lucien froze. Elain was here. In front of him. In all her splendor, with those big nut-brown eyes that looked at him with unusual attention. Sitting on a chair, like everyone else, perhaps even smaller than the rest, and yet the sun's rays seemed to fall only on her. They seemed to caress her cheeks, as if any living or unliving thing in this world thought it was right to love her. To cherish her. To drown in her sweetness. Just like he wished he could. Maybe one day, he dared to hope.

Elain had gotten used to hearing his heartbeat, though it still felt strange. What she still hadn't gotten used to was that their hearts seemed to beat in unison every time they looked at each other. As if they were only one.

It was too intimate for her, extremely romantic in a way. And she knew that Lucien has always noticed the gorgeous shade of pink that stained her cheeks everytime it happened, though he didn't know the exact cause. What could possibly make his mate blush so beautifully?

Although time seemed to stay still, only Elain and Lucien stopped breathing as they looked at each other in shock. The others noticed too, looking at them curiously. Could they see the thread connecting them, or smell their bond? Elain's eyes widened, and her shoulders hunched inward, like a bud not yet ready to bloom. Not under the notice of these strangers.

Lucien frowned slightly, seeming to notice his mate's inner conflict, and with a clap of his hands and a clear of his voice, he managed to draw the attention of all the faes to him, breaking the moment between them, one of secrecy. He'd love to see his flower bloom, like no other, one so lovely that will surely steal everyone's breath. Only when she's ready, he thought.

"Good morning, everyone. I see quite a few of us have gathered today." He said with a winning smile. "Good." He added as he brought his palms together observing them all.

Gods, what a disaster she got herself into. Since when did Lucien give pottery lessons? Or rather, since when did he know how to potter? Elain pressed her lips together in a thin line, trying to hide her multiple thoughts. Such mistake. And so easy to avoid. She wanted to get out of the house so much that she didn't even bother to check the name of the teacher in this class.

She shook her head, cursing herself as Lucien started talking about what they were going to do today, something she wasn't even interested in anymore. All she wanted to do was get up and leave. But she was a stickler for discretion, so how could she cause such a scene? It would have been too obvious, too scandalous.

Affected or not by her presence, Lucien Vanserra showed no sign after that moment, continuing to talk about pottery techniques, having in front of him a piece of clay that he would mold, just like the rest.

She wasn't ready when Lucian started to roll up his sleeves, revealing muscular forearms, protruding veins that ran down to the back of his hands like snakes, ready to strike her poor heart. She gulped, rather loudly, an old female to her right giving her a worried look. She almost felt guilty for the wild thoughts trying to enter her mind. Trying. This wasn't like herself. No. It was that damned mating bond. Its fault she sometimes would think of Lucien in such a depraved way. So utterly graceless. She gripped the edges of the chair hard, so hard it started to creak, trying to restrain herself, at least to look away. And if the female to her right wasn't that worried, she sure was now, frowning at Elain's gesture. Yet, she gave her a sympathetic smile, noticing her trembling hands and putting two and two together, probably aware of her rather difficult situation. Was it that obvious? Elain smiled back apologetically.

She almost gasped when Lucien took a ball of clay and slapped it down on the table, slicing it in half with a wire clay cutting tool. He flipped the top half upside down and slapped it down hard onto the bottom half. Repeatedly. Now the old lady was blushing. This was not happening.

"We usually repeat this process as many times as it takes until the clay is smooth, consistent, and air bubble free." he said with astonishing certainty, as if he had been doing this his entire existence. Another slap. Elain flinched. The female in front of her shifted in her chair.

"Be sure to slap the clay down hard to prevent air from getting trapped between the two pieces." he added. Another slap. Elain inhaled sharply. She forgot how many times he slapped that unlucky clay. Or maybe not so unlucky. But his heavy breathing suggested the number was quite high.

He began pushing the ball forward and downward into the table, finding a steady rhythm, his arms flexing, muscles popping from under his golden skin. Elain could swear someone giggled. This was not how her day was supposed to go.

After some time, they all did the same, following his instructions. But all she could focus on was his chest rising and falling with each breath. He was almost grunting.

A drop of sweat tickled the back of her neck. Why was this stupid sun shining so bright and why only on her?

"This is a great opportunity to check the consistency of the clay. Run your finger across the surface. It should be smooth." he instructed as he slowly ran his hand over the even clay. So slow it looked like a caress. A female sighed.

"It should have an even color." he smiled while observing it, saying something about how dark stripes usually imply dryer areas of clay, but she wasn't sure. It was impossible to pay attention. Her eyes followed the movements of his lips, observing their shape, their fullness, but his voice was muffled. Elain could only hear her own pulse ringing in her ears. She felt dizzy.

"It should have no holes caused by air bubbles. If it isn't perfect, keep wedging. This is the foundation for your beautiful ceramic pot." he finished talking, all of them having the clay stuck to the wheel. Lucien seemed so enthusiastic to teach the art of pottery to others, that Elain actually felt guilty. God, what was she doing?

"Now the fun begins! Get your hands wet and place them on the clay." He pressed the pedal, then dipped his beautiful hands in water and started shaping it. Elain couldn't help but notice how gentle his movements were, yet so precise, and wondered if Lucien was the same with a female. And from the reactions of the others in class, it was clear she wasn't the only one thinking of this.

She dared her eyes to wander around, noticing every female's attention on Lucien. One. Two. Three...

Females. Only females.

What in the...

Elain's heart had begun to pound and her head had begun to move in all directions, but there was no trace of male.

Was Lucien even aware of this? She was beginning to doubt that these females had come here to learn pottery. And something in her stirred. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for him. It was obvious how devoted he was to the subject, and no one in this class was giving him the proper attention. Not even her...

It saddened Elain. No. It infuriated her. How dare they? How dare they use the poor male in such sinful ways? It was outrageous.

Elain took a deep breath, shaking off any worries about today, about being in the same room with the male and even the rage that lingered in her, for what is just or not.

She had come here to unwind after all, and she wasn't so cowardly as to leave. So, like everyone else, she moistened her hands, turned on the pottery wheel and timidly, began to gently press the clay with her palms. The process immediately relaxed her, reminding her of the soft soil she always sank her hands into after planting flower seeds. It made her smile, her cheeks resembling two peony petals, and Lucien noticed. He had noticed how a few golden-brown curls covered her face as she leaned slightly over the pottery wheel with a slight frown or how she bit her lower lip in concentration. And that powder pink dress didn't help his case. The gold embroidery seemed to sparkle in the light, making her stand out even more. A fawn basking in the heat of the sun. A bud reaching for light, thriving in it. She was remarkable. Lucien sighed, that ache in his chest coming back. Their bond was peeking shyly, curiously, as if to see what is going on between them.

This morning has been strange anyway, Lucien sensing unusual moods from her down the bond. And so many of them. All at once. He checked her at times, only to find her sitting still in her chair, white as snow. Different from others. He too was surprised to see her, after all, but was she not enjoying the class? Was his presence so troublesome for her? He didn't dare think, as it made him sick to his core.

He chose to continue what he had to do, going to every fae, advising with their piece of clay, sometimes even engaging, shaping and molding, smiling and even cracking some light jokes with each and everyone of them.

Stalling. He was stalling. He tried to leave the hardest part for the end. His mate. Every beat of his heart was singing in an increasingly alert rhythm, and he knew damn well that the unbloomed flower in the back of the class could tell. Because she looked at him. Just for a fraction of a second. In his eyes.

He had noticed her doe eyes lingering on every part of him today, like every other female. But only hers made him want to soar. Only her attention made his heart flutter. But she vehemently avoided his gaze. Flinching every time they made eye contact. As if they burned her.

His smile was infectious and so charismatic. He seemed to integrate so easily among the faes. But she wasn't going to focus on that, nor on his beating heart, but on her mug. Or the poor attempt of it. She kept dipping her hands in water, and then gently pressing the edges of the mug, trying to round it, to smooth it. But there was only the old female between Lucien and Elain, and she knew she had no more time to perfect the mug. Neither the handle that wouldn't stick. A disaster. This was a disaster.

Anxiety ate at her, shyness coursing through her body, wondering what Lucien would think of her work. Of her.

In her garden she felt confident, sure of herself, able to name every flower or how to plant and grow it, and even when, in what soil or weather it would thrive. But here... Elain gulped and closed her eyes. Then she startled.

Cinnamon sticks. Crisp apples. Cedarwood and roasted chestnuts.

She didn't intend to do it, but she dug her nails into the soft clay, his presence making her squirm, making her knees weak. She thanked the Gods that she was sitting down.

Then she opened her eyes and gasped, her mug violated. Defiled. No. No. No.

"Don't worry, Lady. There is still time if you want to do another one." the red head male to her right said softly, his voice a soothing whisper. She didn't dare look at him, her eyes fixed on what was supposed to be the mug she wished she could drink her tea from every morning.

"Maybe I should keep it this way. It has the shape of my grip, after all." Elain mused, straightening her shoulders. Although she deflected from the little incident she had caused, Lucien's gesture did not go unnoticed. How he didn't judge what happened, staying diplomatic and finding ways to help. A true gentlemen, some would say.

Lucien chuckled and moved closer to her, his scent invading her nostrils. Autumn forest. Campfires. Apple pie. "Oh, I didn't mean its shape, lady. Your dainty hands made it prettier anyway. But it's the tiny holes I'm worried about." he said slowly, pointing with his long finger at the small dents in the clay and she noticed the grin in his voice, without having to look at him.

Elain immediately looked at the mug and the small holes punched by her fingernails. Her face drained of colour. Oh, damn him. Damn him for giving her a compliment and a low blow in the same sentence. Damn him for making her blush for the millionth time today.

"I didn't intend to drink from it anyway. Only use it for decoration." she said nonchalantly, waving a hand in the air, while keeping her head high.

Lucien could sense she was all but unbothered but kept it to himself, pursing his lips to hide his amusement. How sweet her mate was, even more so because she was flustered.

"Was it not supposed to be a mug?" he insisted, making Elain flare her nostrils in annoyance. "Or you intend to water the plants with it? It could work as a watering can." he suggested, leaning over her, pretending to get a better look at the mug. She huffed a laugh in response, but he ignored her, his eyes wandering over the handle that was not yet glued and Elain already knew what was going to come out of his mouth.

"Oh, it was definitely supposed to be-"

"Before you can say anything, I changed my mind. It will be a flour sifter." she cut him short, crossing her arms over her chest with a smug smile. A gentleman? Far from it. He was a piece of-

"There's no shame in admitting you've failed, Elain. Don't be afraid of it." he said softly in her ear, his warm breath warming the side of her neck. She drew in a deep breath, without releasing it. He had never been so close to her. He had never said her name. And God, how her name on his lips made her feel. So personal. So indecent. No formalities anymore? she asked herself.

Still behind her, he slowly gripped the edges of the work table, caging her in. Enveloping her in his scent. And suddenly, she was craving apple pie.

"Failure is a raw material of succes. And to compare your work to everyone else's, your mug would have been the best if you hadn't dug your nails into it." he said the last part with a breathy laugh. If anything else, Elain felt more scolded than complimented, but his confession still surprised her. She quickly turned over her shoulder to face him, a retort readied on her lips. But before she could open her mouth, russet and gold met her eyes, paired with a proud smile. "I have never seen anyone molding clay so easily right from the first lesson. You're a natural, lady."

A soft strand of red hair touched her cheek. It tickled. She couldn't help the timid smile that formed on her lips. And Lucien couldn't help but look at them. So easy to touch. And taste.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Their hearts beat in sync. None of them looked at each other this close before.

Lucien was so astonished he didn't know where to look first, his eyes darting frantically to every part of her small face, afraid he'll never get this chance ever again. And Elain took in his sharp and elegant features and could look at nothing but his scar, a sign of courage and strength, and that golden eye that made strange noises. What did it see? How did it see her?

The moment didn't last long, Lucien seeming to wake up from his trance, rather displeased with her gaze fixed on his false eye. His blinked, only now aware of their proximity, and he stepped back, just a little, looking at the mug. "Well, it's not perfect, but with the proper guidance you could become an expert in no time." he winked at her and she scoffed, almost rolling her eyes. Oh, Lucien would give a lot of money to see this Archeron sister in particular doing that. In other circumstances. More personal. Much more personal.

But her face fell. "To be honest, I was going to drink my tea out of it." her words had a hint of disappointment in them.

The tone of her voice saddened him, and Lucien frowned a little. His mate. He wanted her to be happy. Always.

So he took her small hands in his, still covered in dried clay, rubbing his thumbs over her skin. Tenderly. Carefully. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but to soothe her. "There is still time." his warm voice was a caress to her ears. So kind, that goodness flowed from it.

Elain nodded, seeming to relax under his careful touch, watching him prepare the clay for her, ready to guide her on how to shape it better this time.

"We have to be generous with the water. We don't want our hands to stick to it, do we?" he smiled again and dipped his hands in the water, Elain doing the same. It felt like he was almost hugging her, his arms on either side of her body, his chin almost resting on top of her head. And to her surprise, it felt good. Pleasant. Calming. Safe.

She ignored the little devil on the string that connected them, peeking again, eager for more.

"May I?" he dared to ask, a serious look on his face, one of pure concentration. And Elain let him. Let Lucien guide her hands over the soft clay, his palms twice the size of hers. He seemed so strong. So manly. And he definetly was. He fought in the war after all. But Elain never dared look at him that way. Not until today.

She now had a better view of his bare forearms, the prominent veins and tendons dancing beneath his golden skin, mesmerizing her. Hypnotising her.

Other females seemed to be watching and something in her had awakened. Triumph. A smug smile appeared on her face. Since when did she become so possessive, especially over something like this?

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The back of her hands were soft as he held them, guiding them. So velvety. So delicate and small. Lucien felt so tormented to have her so close. He was afraid that at the end of class he wouldn't be able to let her go. Gods, how he wanted to pull her closer to his chest, to squeeze her tight, to love her dearly.

He tried to ignore her scent. Jasmine and honey. Such a concentrated perfume now that he was so close to her. Intoxicating.

He even dared to fully rest his chin on her head, tilting his head forward to get a better look at the pottery wheel. His lips lightly touched her hair and he smiled involuntarily. How he wanted to kiss her.

"Now using the fingers of your right hand pull the clay open into a bowl." the reverberation of his voice made her shudder. They pressed their thumbs into the clay together, making a hole in it. "Now... for the floor of the pot." he whispered, as if even a sound could spoil the final result. With the pottery wheel spinning slowly, he pressed her hands down on the floor of the pot using a sponge. "Gently..." his deep voice was a mere murmur behind her.

And then with careful movemets, they made the pot taller, a mix of limbs, wet skin sliding, fingers intertwined. He made a "C" shape with his left hand. Then his fingers were inside the pot, thumb on the outside. He drizzled some water over the rim using the same sponge. "Starting at the bottom of the wall, squeeze your thumb and fingers gently together through the clay." he tutored her, but she was far gone. Elain was somewhere else entirely when she squeezed the bulge of clay, and her mind had the audacity to wander, the wheels spinning in her head.

And then she realized with pure dread that the clay's color was close to Lucien's skin tone. Too close. The shape didn't help. Oh, no. It didn't help at all.

She felt sick and didn't know if she was breathing at the realisation. She wasn't sure of the steps he was talking about or what they meant, even if they seemed important.

"Good. For the thinning... " he continued with the next step. "We'll use both hands now." A blur. His words were distant and all she could see were her hands sliding up or down under his supervision, doing all kinds of techniques whose names she had already forgotten.

He told her to very slowly bring her hands up the side of the pot, to press gently into the wall. Then something about leaving the rim a bit thicker to add support to the walls. But all she could think about was apples and cinnamon. Fire crackling. Heat.

Her skin was so hot, her face so red. Her dress felt too tight around her chest.

Gods, doing this together with him... It felt so sensual, so erotic. And if they were somewhere else now, well- She didn't let herself think about that, or how her hands could move exactly like this on him. For him. But her mind did wonder. How his body would react under her timid touch, what sounds would escape those full lips-

"Be sure to keep the walls wet inside and out."

Pause. She blinked. What?

Silence. Even the birds stopped chirping. That might have been the last straw for poor Elain.

Goosebumps formed on her skin. And he seemed to have noticed because he stopped. Just for a moment.

His heart began to beat faster. But who cared? Hers was beating so hard that her pulse has become a continuous ringing. She pressed her knees together, afraid something would unleash inside her.

Lucien exhaled loudly. "If you need a break, lady..." he had started to say, worried or flustered, she couldn't tell.

Elain shook her head rather aggressively. Too close. He was too close. "It's just that pottery requires a lot of concentration and it's rather hot in here. That's all." she said dismissively, going back to work.

Oh, it was hot, Lucien thought. But not the temperature, but the subtle change in her scent. Vanilla. Something homely. Welcoming. Still honey, but sweeter. So sweet he could almost taste it on his tongue. Rich and inviting. Mouth-watering.

He had realised now why his blossom was so pale at the beginning of class. Not afraid of him, but of herself around him.

It made him smirk and raise his eyebrow. His pants were begining to feel tighter than usual.

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Elain lost track of time, going back to shaping her mug, while breathing slowly.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Never in her life did she think pottery involved so much touching or wetting the skin.

Inhale. Slowly. Keep it there. One. Two. Three.

Good. Now exhale.

Elain frowned. Something smelled different. Him. Oh-

It smelled like boiling apples. Like someone set some cinnamon sticks on fire.

Dahlias. Oh! Pansies. She loved pansies. Dried leaves?

"Lady?"

Walnuts. Quinces. Nutmeg and even ginger.

She leaned back, closing her eyes and humming. She was definitely going to bake an apple pie when she got home.

"Uhm... Lady?"

A slice of warm apple pie after such a long day would be perfect. With its flaky, buttery crust; tart-sweet apples, and wonderful cinnamon-y aroma.

Her appetite for him, the starvation... It was torture.

She licked her dried lips. Why was she so thirsty?

"Elain." Lucien's stern voice woke her. She jolted. Then looked up, warily, his eyes glancing at her inquisitively.

"You can stop the wheel." he smirked, glancing at her foot pressed on the pedal.

Elain pulled her leg back so quickly she fell backwards into Lucien's arms, a sound escaping his chest on impact. His arms wrapped around her immediately, steadying her.

Her blood ran cold.

She just got drunk in his scent.

Like an addict.

Elain was so bewildered, she didn't notice his hands resting on her waist. Hands that encircled her almost completely.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me." she mumbled confused and shamefaced. Lucien could barely hear her voice.

But he smelled so deliciously and she didn't know why. What was with this change in his smell? So divine. It was impossible for her not to relax in his embrace, to let herself be carried away. And she was tired. So tired of avoiding him, of running away from that devilish bond. Of fighting back all the time.

"There is no reason to apologise, petal. Especially for this." his full lips touched her earlobe, and his hot breath sent shivers down her spine. His only braid tickled her cheek and she wished she could touch it. It was so soft. So silky.

He was aware of her inner torment and he knew so well what it felt like for her. The longing, the pain, that indescribable need. Almost feral. Wild.

Their bond purred in response, almost victorious at their closeness.

It terrified her how much she needed him. He was well aware now.

"We only have to cut the mug from the wheel, and add the handle." he said, trying to distract her from the distress caused by the mating bond. Or maybe he was trying to distract himself from it, from their arousal combined. Oh, how he craved her like air.

“I'll let it dry and give it to you when it's ready. You can even paint it if you want." he let her go, walking to the other side of the pottery wheel to finish her mug.

Now that he was sitting in front of her, Elain could only sit back in silence and watch him work. She hadn't even realized when it was just the two of them in the room. And she wasn't going to ask, even though she felt guilty that he was staying past schedule for her.

He always did that, it seemed. Putting her first.

She sighed, regret filling her whole. She wasn't that indifferent and noticed how he often looked at her. Not with hunger, but yearning. Longing. It sometimes made him look like he was mourning. Grieving over their abandoned bond.

Lucien noticed her starring and only said "It's almost ready." with a faint voice, attaching the beautifully crafted handle. It was the shape of a leaf. Simple, yet meaningful. To her.

Elain kept fidgeting, rubbing off dry clay from her hands. How pitiful, she thought, that he might think she wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. How unfortunate. Because at first she was, but now... Something inside Elain urged her to stay. It was almost begging her. Pleading.

She broke the silence.

"I really wish I could make a sprinkler next time." she said shyly, giving him the warmest, sweetest smile she had. He deserved at least that from her. "I can never find one with a comfortable handle." her soft chuckle filled the room and birds sang with her. For her.

Everytime Elain dared to smile, nature seemed to purr, thriving in her joy. And sun was warming her rosy cheeks again. Even the flowers in the pots seemed attracted to her, elongating their stem towards her. Wishing to bloom even more.

Lucien only gaped at her, eyes wide with wonder. Next time. She just tried to make conversation. With him. And just like that, that ache in his chest diminished. She will come again.

His eyes softened at the sight of her. A bud ready to bloom. Maybe not today, not even tomorrow. But her small gesture was a promise for the future. For something more. Lucien allowed himself to hope. He'll give himself that luxury.

"Ah, maybe the holes in the first mug really were intentional." he teased, revealing his sharp teeth and that ravishing smile.

Elain only giggled at first, then her eyes peered at her ruined mug and they both burst out laughing.

Yes, perhaps he might dare to hope.

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[mysteriesmuse]

The Quirky Little Lady Next Door

I’m absolutely OBESSED with the idea of Bakugou having a quirky little neighbor. So here’s an absolutely random and spontaneous mess of headcannons

Bakugou himself always insists on living at the top floor. GREAT VIEW, GETS HIS STEPS IN, AND NO NEIGHBORS STOMPING ON HIS CEILING. 👏 rip to everyone who lives below him tho seriously

you’re the only other person around his age on the floor and you’re the most normal of the bunch. Seriously y’all deserve a reality TV Show up here on the 19th floor.

Y’all’s most notable floor mates being a retired grandmother, a newly wed couple, your staple office worker hippy man, an ex-boxer, a librarian, an eccentric recluse of a professor who teachers online. Along with serveral young families with children who love to run around the halls.

Bakugou gets used to it and truly love/hates it up here. 🖤

although he finds himself running into you much more than he’d like at first. you turn out to run on much the same internal clock as he does. Early bird.

you move into the empty apartment next door to him. and therefore you share the apartment balcony with him.

Bakugou never used to go out there

but now you’re out every morning cradling a cup of steaming tea, every weekend you take to the plants in their pots and you always pad over to his sliding door and knock, and shout, and pout about him picking your herbs or tomatoes . . . Katsuki used to just shrug and feign innocence until he started to enjoy seeing your squished up angry face outside his door. Now he gives you a devishly handsome grin before nodding and letting you in to share the delicious meal he’s made with herbs fresh from your garden.

Now Katsuki leaves his balcony door unlocked so you can feel free to let yourself in. Whether that be to share dinner he’s made, to drop off half a freshly baked loaf or bread or plate of extra sweets, or even when you come in screaming and spluttering in your bath robe about some vermin in your bathroom. (The later happens a lot. Both of you two still can’t figure out how these critters get up to the 19th floor like this)

loves to come home in the evenings from patrol and see you out there with your little blue light glasses doing work or occasionally taking an animated phone call to a friend. PS Katsuki has since dragged a foldable beach hair out there to bask in your presence

Bakugou has also learned how active you are. He quickly caught on to your early morning jogs at the local park near the building. Now Katsuki makes the effort to “walk out” the door the same time as you do. you always greet him with a surprised chirp when he starts walking out the building with you clad in his blank tank and cargo pants getting ready for his early morning shift at work. 🌤️🌷

Katsuki hates forgetting things, but loves when he runs out to get something he forgot at the grocery store only to see you chatting with the giggling kids in the hallway.

he wonders if you’d like kids?? U seem so good with them; the little ones that totter around chasing after the older siblings? Got him clutching his peck the way you squat down and offer a hand to help them back up into the game of chase or whatever the heck the whirlwind-of-shrieking-kids-in-the-hallway-game is?? U even do well with the teens. Even the bristling goth teen seems to make eye contact under their thick bangs and gives u a shaky lopsided grin. (he knows you’re good when you start giving them advice about how to prepare for college)

And damn it when the parents of the floor ask everyone who’s participating in Halloween so they know who’s doors to knock on for trick-or-treating he can’t help it. not when you beam and tell him that he wouldn’t even have to get a costume bc he’s already a real-life hero.

So mans probs shouts yes.

and Katsuki would normally hate being bothered to fix sinks or move furniture but he’s absolutely bitting back a grin whenever you nervously send him a text message asking for help

Bakugou almost always responds as fast as he’s able to and always show up in some tight fitting shirt to show off his muscles . . . as if he needed to impress you 💪🙄

and when he steps foot into your place it’s even more you than he thought from the goofy little paw print floor mat on the outside of your place.

it’s big and bright and bold and oh so color coordinating. there’s colorful throw pillows, and a cozy little bookshelf. And you’ve got dozens of trailing plants hung up on your curtain rods. And a sleek but childish Lego coffee table. And a step-stool in your kitchen, which you always use to fetch the instructions for the sink.

And everything is shining from the light hitting the disco ball in the center of your living room. It casts such an alluring light into your beautiful eyes everytime he steps foot into your place 🪩💖

it’s all so much more than his apartment. maybe you’d like decorating a larger space, an actual home? He’d buy you one in a heartbeat let you choose how to style the whole thing.

heck he even loves your bathroom. It looks so much more luxurious than his with the plush bath mats, even tho they’re identical twins of each other. trust me, Bakugou know bc he always hears you talking to the shampoo bottles in your bath abt your day when he walks in to take he shower after patrol . . .

but Kats is also a gentlemen despite his brash exterior and he’ll always dunk his head under the spray so fast that’s he just catches your mumbling tones

also loves the excited bounce you do when you come home to find a package at the door

or the first Wednesday of the month. Smt abt your show bc you always refuse the dinner offer at his place. . . luckily he’ll just show up with an extra at your balcony door. And it’s one evening when he rasps on your door that you drag him into the house by the hand and violently shush him as you shove him into place next to you on your couch.

or his favorite is when you got the pro being like :o when you absent mindedly snuggle yourself up next to his beefy arm after a news report with particularly big villain and tall glass of wine later it’s not like you missed him or were worried. nah nothing like that for sure . . . 🫶

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[winterrrnight]

make up part II

PAIRING: drew starkey x best friend!gn!reader

SUMMARY: You and Drew finally recite your love for each other, all thanks to Cigarettes After Sex.

WARNINGS: little intimate moments between the reader and drew, but of course nothing sexual, drugs, alcohol, small mentions of anxiety + ignore any grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: this is requested by @totalswag, thank you so much for the request lovie, I had so much fun writing this! thank you for also giving me a plot idea on how you would like to see this part progress :)

please like and/or reblog if you like this, feedback is highly appreciated! 🌷

This is part two to make up! So for more context, make sure to read that first :)

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You're sitting next to Drew in the passenger seat as he's driving you both to the party. The tension from before is still lingering around you and is suffocating you. The only sound in the car is from the radio playing unknown music softly in the background.

You lean your head against the window and watch the trees and the houses rush past; your desperate attempt to get your mind off the thick tension. But it doesn't work. You cannot stop thinking about how peaceful Drew looked while you were doing his make up - his eyes closed and soft breathes escaping him - he looked like the epitome of serenity.

And then there was you, with your heart beating so fast you were worried it will just jump out of your chest. You felt your fingers slightly tremble as you brushed your fingertips over his eyelids and cheekbones. It was a miracle how you didn't mess up his look.

While you were doing your own make up look, unbeknownst to you, Drew was watching you intently as you brushed your own face with the similiar blush you used for him. He was in awe; your hands moving so perfectly it almost looked effortless. No doubt he felt the same tension you did, he was able to keep a cool front while really he was going completely crazy on the inside.

Drew takes a quick look at you, your focus completely on the sights outside the window. He wants to say something; anything to kill this tension between you two.

But he doesn't know what to say, he's at a loss of words, just the way you are. Drew tries to find his own distraction by only thinking about the music playing on the radio and keeping his eyes on the road.

Pretty soon, you and him are near your friend's house. She definitely has a big group of friends, so you know there won't be less than atleast 200 people in her house. The neon lights from her house can be seen flashing from the distance, and the bass of the loud music thumps against your eardrums.

You and Drew stand outside her house. There are some people outside in the gardens, with their weed and alcohol to keep them company. The door is wide open, so you both just welcome yourself inside.

With the amount of people you and Drew are trying to navigate your way in, you already start to feel overwhelmed by it all. The heat, the sweaty bodies, the reeking smell of weed all around the room starts to get to you.

Drew knows how nervous you tend to get in places like these. He is quick to grasp your hand in his, intertwining your fingers so you don't lose each other, and to provide you some comfort in this tough situation.

At the sudden skin to skin contact, you tense for a second, but relax almost immediately. His hand, just the right temperature, just the right size, feels so perfect holding yours.

You turn to take a look at Drew, who has a reassuring smile on his face. It's okay, I'm here, is what he's trying to convey to you. I'll always be here for you. I'll never let anything happen to you.

As you both continue to walk through the big crowds of people with the dim lighting gleaming your make up in the most ethereal way possible, you finally find yourself with all your friend group.

"Heyyy!" Your friend, Amber - who's birthday it is, says as she waltzes over you two. You can already see she has had one too many cups of alcohol. She comes up to you and wraps your arms around you, locking you in a hug. This causes your hand to break apart from Drew's.

You plaster a smile on your face as you pull from the hug. "Happy birthday darling!" You wish her, and Amber just swiftly kisses both your cheeks. She goes to meet Drew and you go ahead and catch up with the rest of the group.

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It's been atleast an hour, and all of you are slumping on the couches with alcohol buzzing your systems. One of your friends, Jasper, goes ahead and fills up all your cups with some vodka but none of you say anything to him.

You found yourself on Drew's lap, yet again. This time, his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, like he never wants to let you go. With the alcohol spreading in you like a plague and blurring all your thoughts and emotions, you lean into his body, his chin resting on your shoulder and his breathes softly fanning your neck.

One of your friends - Avery - suddenly gets up from her seat and downs all the contents of her cup. "Let's go dance!" She yells over the loud music. You look over to the dance floor to see people swaying to the beat.

With the same enthusiasm as Avery all your friends decide to head to the dance floor. You start to get up from Drew's lap but he pulls you back in.

"Where you going?" He mumbles in your ear. You turn your head around to look at him; your faces so close just the same they were in the evening, and your want to kiss him comes back, more strong and more powerful than the last time.

"To dance, you wanna come?" You whisper back, your eyes closed as you softly nudge his nose with yours.

"Nah I'm all good. You go," He says, despite his heart only wanting you to stay with him. With all the willpower in him, Drew lets go of you and you get off his lap. The sudden loss of warmth encased you in a coldness - which doesn't feel so good.

Nevertheless, you catch up with your friends and all of you head on the dance floor, your cups in your hand as you find your bodies moving to the melody of the song playing, the beat setting you free.

Some other guys along with Drew were still at their places in the couch, as they talked about some random topics.

"Did you catch the game last night Drew? It was so worth watching," One of his mates, River says. But Drew doesn't listen to him; he's way too busy looking at you across the room dancing so carelessly with your friends, the brightest smile gracing your lips as you scream the lyrics.

"Drew? Drew?" River says, concerned as he shakes his shoulder. Drew suddenly snaps out of his daze and directs his attention to River.

"Yeah man?" He asks, a quizzical look on his face.

"Nothing, I was just wondering if you watched the game last night," River asks, sipping on his drink.

"Oh uh, no I didn't, I was uh... a little busy," he clears his throat and directs his eyesight back to the dance floor, trying to find you.

Jasper sighs at this sight. "Why don't you just go and confess? You have fallen so hard man,"

"Oh you know I can't do that Jas, I don't think my feelings are reciprocated I mean..." Drew sighs. At this point, the feelings Drew has for you are overflowing in him. One little flick of the switch and they'll start bleeding out non stop.

"Take this," Jasper offers Drew a cup with one his unknown concoctions in it.

"What's that?" Drew asks, eyeing the cup in his hand but not taking it.

"Liquid luck," Jasper nudges the cup closer to him. "Come on, take it man! No one needs it more than you."

Drew looks at the cup and then at Jasper, who is determined to make him drink it all. "Fuck it," he mumbles as he takes the cup and downs the entire drink in a single go. Grimacing at the bitter taste, Drew gets up from his seat and starts to make his way to you.

He squeezes in through the sweaty crowd of people until he finally stumbles upon the group of familiar people. Your back is towards him as you're dancing around with Amber. Drew takes in a deep breathe and walks up to you. You unknowingly take a step back and crash into him.

You turn around to see Drew, which causes the biggest grin to grace your face. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you, his arms instantly latching onto your waist.

The song in the background suddenly changes from an EDM one to 'Sweet' by Cigarettes After Sex. The mood of the dance floor changes immediately, and you and Drew find yourself dancing slowly to the melody of the slow song.

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me, though we don't need to say it to each other

Your eyes are lost in his, as the only thing you can think about his him. He's always been there for you, he's always been so in love with you, he cannot imagine himself with anyone else except you. You lean in your forehead against his, your eyes closed as you feel the music in you and Drew's scent completely encasing you.

Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair, it's so sweet

The gentle instrumental plays in the background and you and Drew feel like you're the only ones on this planet. You're his, forever and ever.

"Drew?" You whisper, and he just hums in response. You open your eyes and lean your head back. Your gaze falls onto his lips, so soft and so sweet, just waiting to feel yours against them.

And I will gladly break it, I will gladly break my heart for you

You lean in so painfully slow, but finally, your lips meet his halfway and you feel little euphoric firecrackers set off in your stomach. His lips, tasting like honey and berries as you crave the taste more and more with each second. You're melting under his touch, and he only holds you closer, impossibly closer, as his lips trace yours, your lips feeling like the most delicate flower softly brushing their petals against him.

You pull back, and lean your head against your chest, a content smile on your face.

It's so sweet, knowing that you love me, though we don't need to say it to each other

This is it. You finally have what you have always wanted.

Him.

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[cherriesfromeden]

Road trip you called shotgun. Who's driving and who's in the back? You can only pick 3 (4 maximum) of the boys!

WHAT

ONLY FOUR????

I WANT ALL OF THEM NOOOO 😭😭

ig i'll take

ummm

bruce is driving cause he's the only one with a license

and in the back billy's on the left with finney on the right and vance in the middle

or gwen in the middle

or griffin

or robin

I CANT PICK UGHHH

#friends from the garden🌷 #dani🍄

[777inpieces]

hiii! this is my girlbloggg

name~ seven (not really lmao its my friends nickname for me haha), she/her, spirit animal is deer, zodiac is cancer, mbti is infj, fave colour is pink

Likes: baking, reading, badminton, playing guitar, gardening, listening to music, nana, deftones, lana, the smiths and weezer (and too much other stuff)

Dislikes: bad hair days, burnout and pretty much every other sport apart from badminton 🌸

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[vitaminseetarot]

New Moon PAC: What Seed Are You Sowing? 🌑🌱🌷

The New Moon is upon us, and it's time for us to plant new intentions for the next coming cycle. The sun is soon changing over into Virgo to tidy up summer's loose ends. Corn is being reaped. Yard sales abound. A new school year is approaching for many students. This is a time when things settle into the average and ordinary, at least until the full blue moon in Pisces is here, which will balance our cerebral productivity out with time for sensitive introspection.

This simple PAC will give you hints as to what seed you may already be sowing for your next lunar harvest, as well as suggestions on how to balance the "soil" it's planted in. Pick any one of the three produce cards from the Garden Variety oracle deck below and I'll see you at your reading!

(divider provided by @saradika)

Pile 1:

Onion (Complexity); Gemini Rising (Socialize); 37 Thistle (Dawn); Octopus; 4 Pentacles, 10 Cups, 8 Swords

"I sow deep, stable, healthy social connections. I must be confrontational instead of evasive."

Pile 1, I can see that your intention for this new moon is very focused on reconciling an old attitude involving new social contacts. Perhaps your manifestation involves parties, study groups, finding like-minded people online to chat with? In any case, you're not just seeking friends for the sake of having some random people to hang out with every now and then (although those kind of fair-weather friends can be just as great, it's a matter of being honest about it). You're currently seeking a kind of friendship of a deeper level. The person with whom you can have the "My Dinner With André" kind of conversations, long hours spent over cups of coffee. I'm even wistfully thinking about the kind of chance encounters you have with somebody interesting at a library, where there's a thrill to having intense conversations in whispers, or having somber debates in otherwise casual settings like cafés. It's a dreamy social encounter.

On the other hand, though, it seems like your mindset of socializing is fraught with the trappings of materialism and social niceties. Many people out there don't like that so many mornings begin with exchanges like "how are you?" or "weather's lookin' gray, eh?" or "I heard the LOL stocks are up this fiscal quarter". But that's how our system is structured right now. It takes a lot of effort and courage to bend beyond identifying with something other than work and safe topics in order to find social connection these days. Don't blame or kick yourself for struggling with this. It gets trickier the older we get.

Thistle is asking you to not avoid confrontation when it comes to meeting other people who might end up becoming a friend someday. No, I'm not talking about being ready for fistfights at any given chance. Be willing to be honest about the things with which you wish to connect with people. Don't assume you always have to pick the road of avoiding difficult topics to bond over simple things instead, like cars for example. The kind of friends you can welcome into your life will be the kind of people who want to hear what you have to say on the matters you care about AND like cars. You can be secure in knowing they share the same values as you. The best kind of friends will lend out an ear, a hand, or a heart to you when you need one, and judging by the energy in your cards, you have what's in you to lend to your future friends in the same way.

Octopus is also here to remind you about emotional boundaries, that of your own and others. It's a silent and sensitive animal of water because what it teaches almost goes without saying. But it still wants to give you a reminder. Maintaining them is important as well as respecting that of others. If someone respectfully comes to you to resolve a difficult conversation, or asking to avoid discussing something for personal reasons, it is honoring their space to respect that request, and vise versa.

Pile 2:

Strawberry (Affection); Taurus Moon (Relax); 17 Bluebell (Dusk); Crocodile; XIV Temperance, 9 Pentacles Rx, 10 Wands

"I sow quality time to relax in between my busy schedule. I must be kind to myself and allow myself this space."

Pile 2, maybe you're just looking for a spa day? I don't think just one, either. You seem like a sweet and caring person who's stretched themselves to the max here. All the worse when it seems like there's no time to really indulge in what you love most. Your reading is crystal. You're sowing the chance to truly, deeply, madly lay back and indulge. Not even indulge like eating a bunch of sweets or watching silly sitcoms (trying to compare my Taurus sun to Taurus moon here, the energies are quite different!). Just indulge as in "laying in one place while hearing birds chirp for hours". And it really seems depressing that it's even being thought about as an indulgence here. Simply laying back and enjoying nature is… human.

Perhaps, however, you're in the thick of finishing some big project before a deadline. The 10 of wands is carrying a lot, but with this card it's hinted that this carrying is completely necessary. If it's not a project, it's just something you can't immediately get away from in order to find this quiet time, like a crying baby or an important class in school. Maybe it's something where you feel like you have to do it all on your own. And maybe it's not the wisest choice to drop everything at the slightest chance and quit, but you've been feeling the urge to do so. What to do when you must push through and don't know when relief will arrive?

You're sowing opportunities for help to reach out to you, so that you may find the needed time to sit back and rest for a while. You must pace yourself with what you're doing and avoid burn out. To do this, you have to find a way to be kinder to yourself and know when enough is finally enough. Taking a break is not the same as giving up, or evading work. It's putting yourself in the position to be ready to tackle the next big thing. And if only this world we live in could calmly accept that we were not meant to work like robotic superheroes, and be more mindful of the body's cycles! Remember that you deserve to have time to rest and enjoy your life!

You can start with baby steps. Take five minutes a day to find a quiet place to meditate or simply close your eyes and breathe. Find new ways to add "pause" moments in your day where you stop to notice a bird, or stare out into the distance to comb out unneeded frenetic thoughts. Once you find these moments to center yourself, it gets easier over time to pace your energy throughout the day. Also don't be afraid of asking for guidance or for someone to come help. To use my life as a quick example, I'm often nervous to ask others to help me watch my pets while I'm away from home, but the reward for asking is huge. It beats being stuck at home with neverending duties for sure! In a weird way, your help may also personally benefit by aiding you. Remind yourself that there is more help abundant out there than you may first think.

Pile 3:

Zucchini (Versatility); Aries Sun (Assert); 24 Basil (Dawn); Turtle; 6 Pentacles, IX Hermit, Knight of Swords

"I sow a healthy exchange of generosity and mutual support. I must honor both my assertiveness and amicability to move ahead."

Yo pile 3, you should know that twice when I shuffled the tarot cards, a whole stack of cards flipped out of the deck at once. I picked out the first cards I saw, the 6 of pentacles and knight of swords, but I kept thinking "whoah there! Take it easy, I don't need all these cards for the whole story." My goodness, you must be in the mood to talk about something. What's got you all riled up? Your cards are like a whirlwind and I have to stop, takes breaks, and rewrite these words in order to collect my thoughts. You must have a lot going on all at once. Let me try to synthesize this energy as much as I can.

One of the first things I noticed about your pile were the orange stripes. They're featured on the Aries cat, Basil, and Turtle. I'm hearing something about "earning your stripes". You're sowing the chance to boldly head out and elevate yourself by embarking on the next chapter in your life. This could involve actual moving, or a major structural shift in how you work and relate. You are seeking a sense of true independence, and traveling seems to be the keystone energy that motivates that feeling. You want to charge ahead without looking back. The 6 of pentacles contains a secret though: none of us on planet Earth are truly independent of one another. We all contribute to each other's time and resource in some way. The way for us to create that sense of independence is by acknowledging that we do it by giving it back again and again.

You are being advised to stand up for yourself, and standing on your own two feet is great, but be open to receive help that other people may offer you, as much as you would do the same. There may be a person in your life, like a colleague, who can offer you advice on how to navigate your situation before you dive in. This could be a position where you're able to mutually help each other out with the same goal. Don't think you have to go it alone. Being adaptable to input could yield more opportunities for you to eventually strike it out on your own. It's a bit of a paradox here, but people are always going to like working with someone who's able to listen and speak out with equal fervor. The idea that true leaders can ignore what other people have to say has resulted in … not so great events in the past. The best leaders are the humble ones who don't constantly shut themselves away in an ivory tower but instead step out and offer help in times of need.

Find ways to ground yourself. It's not the same as settling for less. Your cards make me think of that one random quotememething that gets repeated everywhere despite me not remembering where it's from: It's saying, "Let's just, like, GO, man, we can just up and go, like, anywhere right now, bro." You've got a bit of itchy feet and you're looking to try out something new, maybe go somewhere new. You're at a point in your life where you can more easily absorb spiritual wisdom by staying on-the-go rather than settling for the same-old-same-old. If you wish to truly benefit from your traveling, however, it is often wise to stop for a spell and share stories with the locals. Share some food and connection. Spend time really taking in and learning from one place at a time. You'll have the time you need to go where you want to go and do what you want to do. Remember to enjoy the trip.

Pile 4:

Lime (Relaxation); Libra Moon (Sympathize); 12 Pimpernel (Dawn); Camel; 4 Cups, Ace Swords, 6 Cups

"I sow the chance to rekindle my childhood passions through gratitude. I must be more decisive about my future path."

Dear pile 4, there's a contrast between the soft heartfelt green and pink in your cards and with the gray foggy feeling I channeled. There's a fog moving through, it may be temporary but it's thick. Understanding and friendly you may be, but currently you could be struggling with staying on your own course. There seem to be a lot of other "voices" jumping in, like you're juggling between too many ideas and opinions that aren't yours and it's fogging intuition. You may be feeling lost as to where to go next in life. It may be easier for you to go with the flow than enact serious change at this time. But should any change come your way, it can only be facilitated by properly expressing your emotions and getting in touch with what you truly want for yourself. You're looking to bring passion and beauty back into your experiences.

You're sowing a spark of inspiration that brings you simple, unbounded joy with your creative passions again. It could be art, an old card collection, an arcade game, a hobby you used to enjoy, etc. The color is gradually coming back to your world. You're getting back in touch with your more childlike nature to reclaim your energy, finding the key to your path through these old joys. Nostalgia is like practicing gratitude for what we've been given in the past. Your energy will flourish through reuniting with what made your heart sing. Tapping into what you used to love will help guide your direction. It will also serve to decompress stuck emotions. You're balancing subtle yet turbulent emotions with warm clarity. You're undergoing a long journey for which warm and cold feelings must be brought to balance, as the Camel teaches. This way you don't exhaust your energy too soon before you've even taken the first step.

Being genuinely sad about what used to be in our life is just as healthy a nostalgic expression as finding joy in it. There can be just as much creative power in the deep feeling of impermanence and change. And to balance this energy, you must be willing to embrace both sides, both feelings at once, to allow your intuitive creativity to be fully released. I hear there is potentially a great idea or unexpected "eureka" moment through spending time in old passions where it all comes together. Have you ever gone back to watch a movie years later and upon watching again, pick up completely new and unique insights about a current dilemma? This is part of what you are sowing for this month. You might even go, "wow, I hadn't noticed or thought of it that way before!"

Before I finished your pile I was asked to go on a walk before sundown and it ended up being a very long and peaceful one. I used my intuition and gauged my comfort levels before choosing a path to walk down. I slowed down only when I became aware of how fast I was going so to notice the world around me. This is what you're learning to do this month, pile 4. You're able to pace yourself and take in your surroundings, unfettered by which direction is the 'correct' one to take. You're picking up cool rocks and pointing out large blue butterflies on the way. You're enjoying the journey for the journey itself. When you feel like life is going a little too fast, sometimes going back to what is familiar can help calibrate our senses. Let this month be a walk in the park for you.

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2023, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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[princessbettina]

Tulips 🌷Walter Deville x Fem!Reader-The Invitation

Summary: You go about your day each week, doing the things in which you enjoy (garden work outside in the garden you own in the cottage house you have) and even taking care of the mini farm in which you have that’s located across your cottage home) when one day, he sees you from a little bit away, he can’t take his eyes off you, that’s when he becomes your new secret admirer. He (aka Walter Deville) starts leaving little gifts for you in your garden that you take note of and one day, the time you and Walter meet brings a few surprises that you certainly didn’t expect in your life.

(A/N: This was originally going to be writen as a Female OC character paired with Walter story, but I changed my mind and thought writing it as y/n reader paired with Walter looked better. Y/N is the main female lead in this.

Also, there's a lot of use of the words "darling" and "my love" included in this. Mini warning as it gets a little intense towards the middle, but nothing spicy or violent happens.

This is similar to @bi-bard 's work on here. After reading her's, I got inspired to write my own version, or something similar. I love the one she wrote!

By no means, is this a remake or copy of her's. The one I wrote is inspired by the one she wrote.

I aplogize if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes in this.

I hope you all enjoy <3)

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It was always bright and sunny. No rain or cloud ever filled the sky, and when it did it was still peaceful to say the least. Each day of every week was pretty much the same. I would go to school, theatre school that is, then to work, and finally back home to my lovely cottage home. With everyday being beautiful outdoors, I took the opportunity to continue my garden work, which I became very passionate about.

My garden was filled with mainly flowers. From sunflowers to roses that perfectly lined up in a delicate row as one all around the garden.

A few steps away from my garden was my mini farm that did in fact have a couple animals living in it. A golden baby chick that was always waddling around, one pretty pink piglet, and a goose with fur white as snow.

Those animals were almost like my children. I adored taking care of them. That is exactly what I did every day when I came home from a busy day out each week.

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It was a new week when I had come back home from being at school and then work. I stepped outside to water the flowers in the garden when I began to feel as though I was being watched.

“I’m feeling someone’s presence, but there’s literally no one around me” I thought to myself, furrowing my eyebrows as I quickly glanced all around and behind me and even straight ahead, outside the wooden gate that separated my home from the other half, that lead to the hills and empty fields that lead to more beautiful emptiness in the cottage atmosphere in which I was in.

Not thinking much of it, I shook it off, shaking my head briefly and then returned to my garden work and then headed over to my farm to greet my lovely animal friends.

Unbeknownst to me, as I was walking to the farm, that’s when the same presence recurred again. A little ways away from the farm and my house, there he was. Kneeling down and hiding behind a tree that was next to the cobblestone filled pathway that anyone could walk on, passing through the neighborhood.

He studied my every move from when I glided out of my garden and over to my farm and then walked into it. I had no clue there was a person there.

The person who hid behind the tree liked what he was seeing and wanted to get to know me, but he didn’t exactly know how to make the move and strike up a conversation with me. A sudden idea came to his mind and quickly disappeared to wherever he lived, knowing just what to do to get my attention, hopefully.

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The next day rolled around and as soon as I got home and into my garden, I noticed something that wasn’t there before. Moving closer to it, I raised my eyebrow from curiosity when I saw a small golden key that looked like it could open a door, with a few tulips attached to it. I gently picked up the key and tulips and examined it for a few minutes in my hands.

“Why is there a key with tulips attached to it? This is difficult to understand" I asked myself.

Shrugging it off again, I walked back inside to my cottage home where I gently unwrapped the tulips from the key and placed them in a vase filled with water, letting them grow and show off their beauty in the inside of my home.

"Wow, that actually is really pretty." I thought to myself as I examined the tulips in the vase that was sitting atop my dining room table.

The day was finished and soon another began. I opened my door and glanced down and saw a small pile of tulips waiting for me to take them in.

I widened my eyes and covered my mouth with my hand as I quickly knelt down to pick up the flowers.

"What is happening here? This is starting to become creepy." I whispered to myself as I glanced down at the flowers quickly before looking around to see if someone nearby would confess that they sent the flowers.

No one was around. Great!

Quickly, I put the new set of flowers in the same vase with the first three and then headed to school and work for the day.

"It could be a quick mistake that the mailman made. Mix Ups in delivery are a common mistake that are easily fixable. Yes! That's gotta be it" I thought to myself while being at school.

This mysterious tulip situation was all that I could think about and focus on.

Nothing else. This was becoming an overwhelming distraction that I needed to stop thinking about.

I had to either find out who's behind this or put an end to it soon.

Hopefully the mysterious person would confess sooner rather than later.

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It was when I got home for the night when I noticed yet another thing that caught my eye right on the steps of my home.

Reaching my front steps, I knelt down and picked up this letter and with it were more tulips. Of course.

Furrowing my eyebrows in slight confusion as I began to read and try to understand the letter in which it read the following, "Greetings Y/N, you are cordially invited to the New Carfax Abbey manor to meet Walter Deville, the lord of the manor. He has taken an interest in meeting you. If you accept, the meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. Transportation will be provided. Best wishes.

P.s. bring the gold key"

I shook my head in slight disbelief. How was all of this happening so fast? I felt a sudden thrill because I knew I would soon find out and meet the one who sent the tulips. Whoever this Walter person is.

I couldn't help but giggle when the letter mentioned bringing the key, "I was wondering what the key was about."

I went inside and then proceeded to do my fun hobbies outdoors and took care of my animal friends.

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The day in which I had been waiting for had arrived. I looked out my window, pacing back and forth, kind of impatiently as I waited for my source of transportation. Whatever vehicle it would be.

Holding the gold key in my hands, a sudden knock on my front door was heard. I gasped softly and quickly scurried to the door and opened it and saw an older man standing a few feet away from my door.

"Are you miss Y/N, L/N?" The older man asked in a neutral, calm tone of voice and emotion.

"Yes, that is me, in the flesh. Are you Walter Deville?" I questioned quickly as the older man shook his head briefly.

"No. I'm the butler of the manor. You can call me Mr. Field. I've worked with Walter for many years." Mr. Field introduced briefly.

I nodded slightly.

"Come along now. Walter is expecting your arrival and wouldn't want to keep him waiting too much longer." Waved Mr.Field as he turned around and walked back to the black old fashioned Cadillac.

I quickly locked up my home and then followed suit to the car, thanking Mr. Field as he held open the car door for me as I got in.

Moments later, the drive to the manor began. My eyes loved and enjoyed the outdoor sights as we got closer to the manor. My heart beamed with excitement as we passed a few flower gardens that stood out in the green grassy open fields.

I got so wrapped up in the excitement of the flowers that I didn't realize we had arrived at the manor. Mr. Field helped escort me out of the car and seconds later, I found myself in awe while looking up at the manor that I stood before.

"Wow. This place is incredible" I whispered to myself, while admiring its beauty and mysteriousness for as much as I could before my thoughts of admiration were interrupted.

"Miss Y/N, I introduce to you the lord of the manor, Walter Deville." Announced Mr. Field as he motioned an arm to the man who walked down the steps and over to me with smooth, delicate, and quick steps who just so happened to be Walter Deville himself.

Walter was definitely not who I expected, but it was a pleasant surprise to say the least. "Thank you, Mr. Field for the introduction. I'll take it from here." Walter kindly said to Mr. Field as he quickly nodded his head and bowed and scurried away, leaving it to just be Walter and I.

"You must be Y/N? It's an honor to finally meet you" Said Walter as he smiled brightly. I smiled back, trying not to blush.

"That's me. It's nice to meet you too, Walter"

"Oh, please you can call me Walt, dear" Walt winked and smiled more. I widened my eyes and nodded. "Oh, why of course. It's nice to meet you, Walt"

Him and I smiled at each other for a few seconds more, the blush and heat growing on my face more and more. Walt then held out his arm and motioned for me to take his arm in mine, "Come along, dear. I think it's appropriate to show you a tour of the manor. I think you'll love it"

I smiled and wrapped my arm into his and followed his lead as we made it into the manor. The manor was even more breathtaking on the inside as well on the outside. Classic works of art or paintings that looked like art were displayed perfectly all throughout the manor.

Followed by this was a large beautiful cobblestone grand staircase that I found myself barely having time to really admire as I found Walt guiding me up the staircase and through a pathway that led to different rooms.

Walt showed me every room possible, from the kitchen to the grand library, which I thought was incredible.

As we were walking through the large open hallways, Walt glanced down at me and smiled softly, "I would be honored if you told me about yourself."

Glancing up at him, I smiled too and then gently shook my head, leaning it forward just a bit, "Oh okay. Uhmm, what would you like to know?"

"Anything. What do you enjoy doing for fun? Hobbies of any sort?" Walt replied, wiggling his eyebrows slightly as he continued to look at me.

I giggled and blushed, looking away from him briefly to relax my face. "Well, I enjoy performing, you know acting in plays, becoming characters that you normally would never be in reality." I firstly mentioned, looking back over at Walt as he remained quiet but was eager for me to continue talking.

"I guess I've always had a strong passion for performing ever since I was younger and being in my first play in school, Really helped set that goal for me. I should also mention that being outdoors, gardening in particular. I've always enjoyed planting flowers ever since I was child. It's another passion of mine if you will" I smiled more as I finished my long answer about myself.

Walt smiled as he nodded his head, showing me that he was listening. "Lovely answers, darling. It's refreshing to see those passions within you. Speaking of gardens, if you look out this window you'll see the manor garden out there. Please feel free to use it any time you wish."

My smile grew and grew as the excitement in me increased. I was becoming more and more speechless.

"I can assure you that there are plenty of tulips in the garden waiting for you, darling" Said Walt, with another charming wink my way.

I widened my eyes and gasped softly after putting the pieces of the days and even weeks before together. With the mysterious gold key to the tulips always showing up at my house.

Walt was the one who sent them.

"H-how did you know? Wait, you were the one who sent them? You sent the tulips, didn't you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow slightly.

Walt chuckled once more and nodded, "You are absolutely right, darling. I did send you those things."

"I honestly never would have guessed. But why did you send them, Walt?" I asked softly as I gently crossed my arms in a neutral way, staring back at Walt.

"I happened to be in your neighborhood and let's just say that you caught my eye but I didn't know how to talk to you before that, so sending the tulips was my way of communicating. I knew you'd like them. Any flower really. You can say that I was your secret admirer" Said Walt, smiling even more brightly than before.

How was any of the things I'm hearing coming out of his mouth possible? My mind couldn't comprehend the fact that I did in fact have a first secret admirer. Growing up, that was something I struggled with not having. I wasn't the type that people crushed on or liked me back if I felt that way towards them.

Learning to accept that fact was indeed a hard pill to swallow, but over time, I got used to it. Knowing that Walt (maybe) had a crush on me, sent shock waves all through my body of adrenaline.

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On the next (last) stop in our tour, I found myself raising my eyebrow in slight confusion as Walt and I stood in front of a door in which I had no clue as to what was behind it.

Walt turned around and glanced at me for a second, taking both my hands into his, "May I have the key please, darling?" He kindly asked while pursing his lips slightly that fell into a smirk.

Getting lost in his beautiful and mysterious expressions and features, I nodded quickly while stumbling out for words. I removed one of my hands from his briefly to retrieve the key that was in my pocket.

After handing it to him, he let go of my hand to turn and face the door as he inserted the key into the door in which it just so happened to unlock the room.

Brilliant.

Walt quickly glanced at me once more while unlocking the door, smirking that instantly caused me to blush. I giggled and my eyes fell to the ground for a moment, then back up when Walt held the door open for me, leading me inside.

The room was pitch black for a few moments, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows and my heart rate to increase slightly because I could'nt see a thing, that's how dark it was, "What is this place, Walt?" I asked out loud, hoping Walt would respond.

"You'll see, darling." Walt replied with a small giggle. A faint whooshing noise was heard and suddenly there was light in the entire room which revealed what the room was.

Seeing the audience chairs and large stage took my breath away. I knew exactly where we were, what this room was as I instantly loved it. I couldn't help but smile.

"Do you like it?" Walt asked softly, smiling at me. I quickly nodded and continued to smile back at him.

"Yes. Yes I do. It's magnificent. You have an auditorium fit for performers like me and fit for hosting performances in your mansion"

Walt chuckled at my reaction, "I had a strong feeling you might be pleased with it. You are always more than welcome to use it anytime, darling"

I smiled at the sound of that. A silence was heard for a few brief moments, until I heard Walt begin to speak again.

"What drew you to performing?"

I looked up at him and smiled, as my mind raced quickly to think of an answer that wouldn't sound boring or repetitive to him. "Oh uhmm, I guess ever since being in grade school and taking the drama classes there and being in the drama club really sparked my interest. Being on that stage alongside my friends as we pretended to be characters that we're usually not was a lot of fun for me." I said softly while smiling, my heart began to race, hoping that I didn't say too much to Walt.

He smiled and nodded his head while still looking at me, "Good answer. I think it brought a lot of happiness to your friends that you feel that way."

I nodded too while chuckling. "You're too kind. I really appreciate that, Walt."

"This auditorium, along with the garden is yours, darling. Everything in the manor here is yours. I hope I'll someday get to see you perform." Stated Walt as he playfully smirked again, causing me to blush uncontrollably.

"Perhaps you could even teach me how to perform." Walt suggested, which made me furrow my eyebrows in a playful way as a giggle escaped my lips.

"You really want acting lessons from me? I mean, I could give it a try,but I'm not an acting coach" I giggled playfully while clasping my hands together while looking at Walt.

"You and I just met, taking lessons from a complete stranger isn't ideal. Besides I don't think I'm very good at performing anyway" I admitted, slowly turning my head away from him for a second.

Walt shook his head in disagreement, "I don't think that's true. Give it time, I'm sure you'll feel like you and I have known each other a lot longer. You shouldn't doubt yourself on something you're passionate about. Please for me?" Walt said with softness in his voice.

I turned back to face him and blushed after hearing everything he just told me. I had no idea what to say. I glanced down at the floor for a moment, then back at Walt.

"I think that can be arranged, Walt. But I am curious though, why do you have this beautifully built performing auditorium if you don't use it?" I asked curiously. Walt pursed his lips playfully again.

"If you can believe this, when I was child, I too was a big fan of the arts. That goes for all art forms like painting, pottery, musical, and theatre. There was one instance where I found myself standing on a stage alone like this one here," Walt motioned over to the stage that was a few steps away from us.

"There was no crowd but seeing the empty chairs and imagining what an actual crowd of people would be like for me made me fascinated in that art form. Unfortunately, I knew I wasn't good at performing, my skills weren't there. I know yours are though, that's why I want you to teach me, darling" Said Walt, as he gently grabbed hold of my hands and led me to the middle of the stage, where he and I leaned against, standing next to one another.

Hearing everything that Walt said made my heart flutter. I think I was starting to fall more for Walt. I hope he will be there to catch me when I make my final leap.

"All of what you said is extremely heartwarming, Walt. I want to teach you, but we still literally met today. Wouldn't you want to get to know me for a bit longer? You know, for a few more days at least?" I asked while fiddling with my fingers as Walt chuckled softly.

"Within these few hours of spending with you has made me already feel like we both know each other. Can't you feel the connection, darling?" He asked in a soft tone while slowly leaning towards me.

I could start to feel my face start to burn from blush when he got closer to me. All I could do was nod my head, my mind was spinning. What was Walt doing? Was what I thought going to happen next?

"Y-yes I think I'm starting to feel it, Walt. I think I've come to the conclusion that you're really great." I smiled as my eyes glanced down at the ground for a second. My eyes picked back up when I felt Walt's hands gently on top of my cheeks, causing me to blush once more.

"I also think you're really great too, darling." Walt softly replied as his hands gently caressed my face, his thumb gently rubbed against one part of my face, causing my heart to beat extremely fast.

Walt kept leaning forward, the tips of our noses touched as his lips were centimeters away from mine. "May I kiss you, darling?" He asked softly. I nodded my head and felt my heart want to leap out of my chest.

"Yes" I quickly whispered. Walt closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips to mine, kissing me which I had never ever experienced before. I wanted this magical feeling to last for as long as possible. This wasn't what I expected to feel as my first kiss, but it was one that I was head over heels for, instantly loving it, trying to hold onto the feeling forever.

As the kiss deepened, Walt had gently rested his hand atop of my arm when I felt what felt like him poking and pinching my arm and the skin around it. I gently pulled away from the kiss and gasped softly after feeling the pinching.

"Hey? What was that for?" I hissed while grabbing hold of my upper arm and then furrowed my eyebrows up at Walt.

"I am so sorry, my love. I didn't mean to do that on purpose. I guess I got too ahead of myself there." He admitted with a slight chuckle. His hands were holding mine briefly.

Taking one of his hands, I lifted it up and examined it as my eyes widened when I saw and studied these bright red monster-like claws that took over his human fingernails. What was going on here?

I furrowed my eyebrows once more up at Walt as I still held his hand, "W-what are these, Walt?"

Walt took a deep breath as he looked straight into my eyes, "Now, my love please believe me when I say it's nothing to worry about. Not even to be afraid of either. I can reassure you that I will never use them to hurt you in any way." His hand is still holding mine.

I tried slowly backing out of his grasp but he didn't budge. Acknowledging my attempt to escape, Walt remained calm as his thumb rubbed against the top of my wrist, hoping that would calm me down.

Of course it did.

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I would have fought more but I had no idea what Walt was capable of and I really didn't want to get on his bad side. Taking a few deep breaths as I relaxed in his touch. My mind began to spin again. I had no idea what to think of it all.

My body was filling up with both fear and adrenaline, like heavy waves of water crashing along the shore rapidly.

"Are you afraid, my love?" Walt asked quietly. I glanced up at him while shaking my head, "I'm not afraid. Of course not."

Walt gently let go of my hand, which allowed me to pull back and hold on it with my other hand, near my chest.

"Y/n" Walt began with a calm but stern tone while walking to the other side of me and the stage.

"I can sense a little bit of fear in you. You don't have anything to fear, I am not going to hurt you. You are going to be just fine with me, under my protection, darling."

There was a slight pause, I was still trying to understand it all. Nothing was ringing any familiar bell in my brain. Walt and I locked eyes with one another, "What are you?" I asked in a soft whisper.

Walt leaned towards me for a moment while smirking, and that's when I could feel the heat grow on my face just a little bit again, the same as before the secrets were revealed.

"Why don't I just show you,darling." Walt quickly replied and smirked a little bit more for a moment, which then turned into him opening his mouth, revealing and showing his two pointed and sharp vampire fangs.

The heat on my face grew when my eyes saw his fangs. I covered my mouth with my hand for a brief moment.

"Y-you're a vampire?" I asked in a soft tone. Walt smirked again while closing his mouth and nodded.

My whole life I've always been fascinated with the concept of vampires. But that was always in stories and films. I was told that vampires don't exist.

Man, was I wrong! But I think it's horrifyingly cool in reality.

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"My love, you're a part of the family now. I strongly believe that one day, very soon, you'll be a vampire like me, too." Asserted Walt as he gently held my hands once more. I widened my eyes and was taken back by the powerful statement he said.

"I'm sorry what? Me, be a vampire like you?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows up at Walt as he simply nodded at me once more.

I shook my head in disapproval, "I think this is all amazing and breathtaking, Walt but I don't think I have what it takes to be a vampire. I'm so sorry." I pulled my hands away from him and began to walk towards the auditorium doors. Walt stood where he was, watching me walk away with slight worry in his eyes.

I only made it inches away from fully exiting when I was stopped right in front of Mr. Field. "Oh, hi again Mr. Field. Would it be alright if you took me home now?" I asked, hoping he would follow through.

Mr. Field shook his head, "Apologizes Miss Y/n, but I am unable to do that request."

I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my chest, fighting back and holding back my tears that I felt forming in my eyes. I slowly turned back around to see Walt, but he was gone.

I didn't hear or see him leave. This was confusing. Furrowing my eyebrows at the empty spot in which Walt stood once before, I quickly turned my head and body back towards the door, attempting to leave the auditorium when I gasped loudly.

"My love,please don't leave. This is your home now. I promise you my full protection. You are completely safe with me. I will not hurt you." Walt softly assured me as he magically appeared right in front of me, resting his hands on my arms that were held in front of me, fighting to not get too close to him.

"Please just listen to me. Please, darling" Walt cried out, getting me to stop and stand still, taking deep breaths as I looked into his eyes. He rested his hand atop of my shoulder.

"What about my home? My school and work? I have a family who I care about very much. I need to go back to them sometime soon" I questioned softly. My heart and mind burned while awaiting his response.

"Your family can visit you anytime. You don't have to say goodbye to them, darling. You don't have to say goodbye to that life. Everything will remain the same." Said Walt, reassuring me again. He began rubbing my shoulder with his thumb briefly.

🌷

I closed my eyes once more and felt a few tears start to fall down my cheeks. I was totally overwhelmed by everything I was being told. I wanted to go through it, but I was terrified of the whole transformation process.

"Hey, hey, hey. Y/n, it's okay. You're safe with me." Walt softly spoke against my ear and planted a kiss on my cheek.

His kiss on my cheek began to sooth my scared emotions down. I blushed as his lips remained on my cheek for a few brief moments, "I am being totally truthful and honest with you, my love. Please believe me. I wanted to tell you right away, instead of keeping it a secret and having you find out on your own." Walt admitted as he kissed my cheek once more before gently holding my chin with the tips of his fingers.

I continued to take deep breaths and nodded my head. I guess this is a childhood dream come true for me. Meeting a real vampire,falling in love with him, and becoming a vampire myself has always fascinated me.

What? It's true! Haha

All in all, I don't care about the secrets of what Walt is and what lies within the manor. All I truly care about is Walt and being with him everyday, and being under his wing.

I glanced up and into Walt's eyes as he looked into mine, a small smile began to show upon my face, "Walt. I thought about it and I changed my mind. I think being alongside you and being a vampire is okay to me. It's not so bad anymore. I'll stay, I promise."

Walt smiled brightly after hearing what I told him, "Yes? You will? That's wonderful, love. Thank you!" He pulled me in for a warm hug as I hugged him back, resting my head on his shoulder and blushed when I felt his lips kiss my neck gently.

From this happy and romantic time, Walt politely waved Mr. Field off, allowing him to leave and go about his business. He did just that, bowing before Walt and I and then exiting out of the auditorium.

"You are in complete and safe hands with me, like I previously mentioned. Oh and welcome home, my love." Said Walt as he winked my way, causing me to blush again. He then magically held out a tulip that he held behind his back and handed it to me.

I smiled and giggled softly as I took the tulip from him and thanked him for it by giving him a kiss on his cheek.

I swear I saw a tint of blush appear on his face that made my heart flutter with excitement. Oh what a thrilling time to be alive!

-the end!

I hope you all enjoyed my very first Walter 'Walt' Deville fanfic! It was tons of fun to write. There will be more of Walt to come from me soon, I promise! <3

#the invitation #walter deville #walter deville x reader #walt de ville x reader #walt de ville imagine #thomas doherty #the invitation x reader #fanfiction #vampire

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Devil’s Garden

A quick summary post of lore for some of these OCs (after the cut). If you want to see more art of them, check out the tag #devil’s-garden-universe

“Devil’s Garden” is a universe I share with the bestie @hellosunnycore☀️ In this world, magical girls are not just a part of daily life but idols and an entire subculture onto themselves. Magical girls are also not just girls, as Saints (the common term in this world, along with Angels) of all genders can be found.

Here are some of my OCs in this universe:

Cosimo ✨ 21 ✨he/they

Cosimo is a film student, rollerblader, and proud saint. Initially a bit nervous about taking on this role, he quickly embraced it after a tumultuous encounter with a handsome, mysterious angel. Before he became one himself, Cosimo wasn’t all that interested in the saint culture, with one exception: the beautiful Saint Valentine (belongs to @hellosunnycore). He’s trans masc+agender and best friends with Oriana and Obi. He’s dating a guy named Gabriel who goes to a different college.

Oriana 🌷22🌷she/her

Oriana is a fashion student and saint (though she prefers to call herself a magical girl). Being a magical girl was the thing she wanted most her whole life. The day she gained her powers was a dream come true for her. However this excitement quickly turned to reality as she realized there was a lot more to this than what she bargained for. Her dream is to become as powerful as her idol, Saint Valentine. Oriana is a trans woman, she is childhood friends with Cosimo and is dating Obi.

Obi 🦇 21 🦇 he/him

Obi is an art student and saint who runs his shop of goth+punk jewelry and leather goods from his dorm. A child of immigrants, he struggles to balance out his many identities and the ways they overlap and clash. Obi is a trans man. He met Oriana and Cosimo in their third year of high school.

Uriel 👁️‍🗨️ 24 👁️‍🗨️ they/them

Not much is known about this saint, other than their extreme strength and the fury in their convictions. They have reached a higher level of sainthood and is referred to as a guardian. A mysterious fire broke out one day in their shrine, a place that was used to house orphans and which had somewhat fallen into disarray after their followers began to gather in masses. Nearly all inside died. The survivors were healed by Uriel’s tears. Uriel is agender.

Borzoi ⛓️ 28 ⛓️ she/her

Another mysterious saint, her real name is unknown. Due to past abuses and trauma, she finds it extremely hard to trust anyone and she puts on a cold exterior to protect a deeply wounded heart. Borzoi is a cis woman. She has a brother who she lost contact with in childhood and a toxic yuri hatemance with @hellosunnycore’s OC Charlotte

I hope to share more art and lore of them sometime, but I think this is a good start. You can see more art of my specific OCs by visiting their tags.

#original #devil’s garden universe #oc: cosimo #oc: oriana #oc: obi #oc: uriel #oc: borzoi

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Mind you I've never read LW but i kinda enjoyed the 2019 movie, why did you hate it? (Maybe i just wanna put Timothee Ch on a leash) feel free to go off 🌷

So, the costumes sucked from a historical perspective. Which would be less Objectively Bad and more Just Not My Thing...if the designers hadn't gone ON AND ON AT LENGTH about how ~Authentic~ they tried to make everything.

Didn't claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy: meh, whatever

DID claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy, AND won an Oscar for it: urge to kill rising

the hair design was particularly egregious, with the designer at one point saying they chose [checks notes] insane flyaways and half-up hair on adult women (who would have worn their hair entirely pinned up, for practical reasons and as a cultural marker of adulthood) because that seemed "more authentic than coiffures"

MORE AUTHENTIC

THAN THE WAY ACTUAL WOMEN BACK THEN

WORE THEIR ACTUAL HAIR

AS DEMONSTRATED IN PHOTOGRAPHS- EVEN CANDIDS -AND PORTRAITS

"blee bloo they didn't have hairspray!!!" THEY HAD POMADE. HAVING YOUR HAIR VERY SMOOTH WAS THE STYLE IN THE 1860S, EVEN FOR POOR WOMEN, AND MASSIVE FLYAWAYS ARE HUGELY IMPRACTICAL, AND NOT ALL FIXATIVES ARE HAIRSPRAY YOU ABSOLUTE-

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apart from the hair, there were fit issues and at least one case of Trying To Copy the 1994 Movie, But Worse (Amy's black and white dress in Paris).

1994. the pattern is soutache, a kind of applied trim done with flat cord that was very popular throughout the mid-late 19th century

2019. You cannot tell me the choice to have her in a white dress with black floral patterning, in effectively the exact same scene, was a coincidence.

also I'm pretty sure there was one shot with an actress visibly wearing Uggs. (EDIT- thankfully I am informed that this is a set photo and the Uggs were not visible in the finished film. i had forgotten this. good to know! leaving the pic there because STUPID HAIR and HATLESSNESS)

also the Pretty Pastel Princess Dresses (with overly fluffy attempts at bertha collars) and Matching Long Gloves (wrist gloves were popular for evening back then, and they were almost always white) in the Concord ball scene.

is it a Civil War-era ball, or is it a parade of "southern belles" at Cypress Gardens in 1995? leaning towards the latter.

once again, the choice to put Meg in pink for the ball instead of her book-described blue dress is something 1994 did first, and did better IMO

also Meg's 2015 Coachella wedding look, the fact that none of these girls from a poor family seemed to wear each other's old clothes ever, and the lazy choice to dress Jo in half-menswear instead of actually looking into menswear-inspired women's clothing in the era (which was a Thing!). but more than just the costumes pissed me off

they just...didn't seem to understand the era, or want to, or care? it was a bunch of little things that served to make it all more #relatable to modern audiences but ultimately undermined the setting:

Marmee telling a random young man she's never properly met to call her Marmee, because "everyone does." her DAUGHTERS call her that. her ACTUAL CHILDREN. who the hell else would? it's not a derivative of her name; it's a variant of Mama. Laurie can graduate to Marmee when he's an actual family friend

Jo wearing some of Laurie's clothing because "she stole it when they were hanging out in his room," according to an interview. um, NO NO AND NO, they are teenagers and that would distinctly not fly on several levels even in her progressive family. I might actually buy this if it were like "he gave them some clothes for an amateur theatrical and she kept them;" the actual Alcott sisters had a costume trunk for their plays, which is still on display at their house. but these writers clearly think a teenage boy and girl could be in his bedroom together unsupervised, for long periods of time, habitually, in 1860-whatever. which is absolutely incorrect

Jo saying "okay" in refusing Laurie's proposal. this is so tiny, I know, but while that term did already exist, it was a joke phrase only. this would be like saying "lol" while turning down your best friend's proposal today. once again, it's an example of Relatability mattering more than actually understanding the world these characters lived in

there are more, but I've blocked them out. I just really, really hated it on many levels

#ask #anon #lw19 #long post #rant