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theroyalbunny · 4 years

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The Poet and The Florist

An AU that Thomas is a florist and Nico is a poet. Apologies for the spelling/grammar mistake you will see.

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Flowers. That all Nico have be thinking about, nothing, but flowers. Ever since he met the handsome florist, it all be about flowers. Thinking of flowers, facts about flower and writing about flowers. This was cause by that florist, Thomas.

Few days ago was his mom birthday and Nico want to get her flowers since she love them so much with her gift he get her. Once he enters the shop his heart begins to race like it was playing the music from "The Little Mermaid." The men hair is fluffy like a cloud you see on a sunny day and brown, but with a hint of purple, there also a lavender rose in there too. His eyes is the same color as his hair, but you can see the kindness and the feeling of being safe once you see them. His freckles is like galaxy, Nici bet he can make a constellations if he look close enough. Finally his smile, oh his smile can light up a entire city.

Did he mention that he is a poet? No? Well he is a poet.

Anyway, standing in front of the flower shop door, Nico debating that should he go in to ask the florist to a date or not. He see Thomas rearranging the flowers, he have a chance to leave and Thomas naver know that he was here. Oh, wait, Thomas is waving at him and he began to wave back too. He have no choice to come in now.

"Welcome back!" Thomas said excitedly. "You're Nico, right. Did your mom like the carnations."

"Yeah I'm Nico, it's nice to meet you again." He look every way, avoiding Thomas eyes, and settled on a dozen of asters. "Oh, she love them and meaning of them too."

"I'm so glad that she love them," the florist pause for a moment, "you know not a lot of people know the meanings of different flowers."

"You know I was surprised what different meaning they have," Nico look away from the aster to Thomas and notice that he still have the lavender rose in his hair. "When I get home I actually look up the meaning of flowers all night."

"Really?"

"Yeah, its really interesting and I have be writing about flowers ever since."

"Ah! We have a writer here then," Thomas said letting out a laugh.

It was silent after that, it wasn't awkward either, it was a peaceful one. They were just enjoying each other company that all. Nico look around and noice that there the color roses was made into a rainbow arrangements. He remember reading that flowers have a lot of meaning in the LGBTQ community, like the green carnations and the violets.

"So...?" Thomas began.

"So...?" Nico continued.

"Why are you here Mr. Flores," Thomas asked, "I mean it not everyday a customer, not a regular, come back here. So I guess I'm asking why did you decide to come back here?"

"Well, umm, I..." Nico fumbled trying to found the right words. "I want to ask you something. "

"It is about flowers? I'll be happy to tell you more about them." Thomas turn around looking for his books.

"Its not about flowers," Nico quickly said stopping Thomas in his tracks.

"Oh?" Thomas turn back around head tilt confused.

"I was hoping that I can ask you out on a date?" Nic9 can feel the heat of his cheeks raising up. He can also see that Thomas is red too.

"Me?" Thomas aski in disbelief pointing to himself. "Are you sure?"

"I mean we are the only one here." Nico let out a laugh which make Thomas laugh as well.

Thomas reach his right hand to the lavender rose and look at the poet, he hesitate for a moment, but continue.

"You said that you research about meaning of flowers, yes?" Thomas question his right hand still on the rose.

"Uh, yes" Nico answered a bit confused.

"Well I hope that this answer your question about the date?"

Thomas use his right hand to give Nico the rose. Once again the room is quiet, Nico looking at the rose trying to understand the meaning. The Florist wad growing more nervous, fearing that the poet didn't get his answer.

Then it hit Nixo what it mean. He remember reading flowers language in the Victorian era. He forgot where, but he know what 'yes' and 'no' mean in flowers. If you give someone a flower in their right have-

"Its a yes" Nico finally said.

Thomas nodded excitedly, his eyes shiney. Quickly he went to the back room and come back with sticky notes and an pen. He wrote something down on the note amd give it to Nico.

"Your phone number?" Nico ask holding the paper.

"Yeah, so we can text later about where we going for the date since," he look down on his watch, "I going to have two bride here very soon."

"I'm sorry that I keep you that long. Here my number," Nico write down his number and give it to Thomas.

"Thank you," Thomas put the paper in his pocket safely, "I can't wait to text you later."

"Me too," Nico comments back. He turn around heading to the door, but before he can open the door Nico realizes that he still have the rose.

"You can keep the rose" Thomas quickly said getting ready for the birdes.

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye!"

The poet left the flower shop, holding the door for two women. All he was feeling is happiness, nothing, but, happiness. He going on a date with the handsome florist and get his number. The rose is a plus too. Later on he will found out the meaning of the lavender rose and Nico will think that it must be fate that he met Thomas some how.

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Edit: I forgot to put down the meaning of flowers. I'm sorry

Aster- Love, wisdom, faith and love

Lavender Rose- A sign of love at first sight

Green Carnations- Started by Oscar Wilde in 1892, it a hint that a man is in love with a other men by wearing on the lapel

Violets- Date back to Sappho it been used as a symbol of a women loving a women

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watchoutforthefanfics · 5 years

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High School Musical AU // Part Two

Part one

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Logan was currently staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, thoughts flocking in his head.

His room was definitely comforting, the familiar walls and distant memories was much better than the annual visit of the Ski Resort. (Perhaps, not this time. Purely because the weather was favorable.) Yet, Logan couldn’t close his eyes. His mind was bubbling with his schedule, or his outfit, or his phone, or some irrational worries (that may or may not have sprouted from Patton’s absence in their usual text conversations).

He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes.

Logan hated the “feelings”, that arose in his chest at the mention of his duet partner. He wasn’t intelligent in that department, he didn’t know everything there was to know about feelings. And even when he tried to learn, his mind couldn’t truly understand them. They were his “weakness”, in Roman’s words anyway.

Logan didn’t believe they were a weakness, necessarily, just a part of life he had to put more effort into. It wasn’t impossible for him to grasp the idea of emotion (like Batman and fully accepting his parents’ death), and these feelings didn’t cause him physical pain/damage (like Superman with kryptonite).

While Logan believed it was a technical ‘weakness’ (based on the definition), he knew that Roman was comparing him to that of a superhero. And those qualifications were not met with Logan’s current dilemma.

So, Roman was wrong. (As always.)

But, that didn’t necessarily benefit Logan (other than embarrassing his best friend). And it ultimately meant he was metaphorically, “back to the drawing board”.

His clock ticked in his ear, as his mind buzzed with the true purpose as to why he had delved so deep into these wistical thoughts.

Well, wistical wasn’t the right word. More like… ignorant. Logan corrected, almost as an instinct.

Glancing at the clock, he briefly processed the time before grabbing his phone and deciding he wasn’t the proper one to sort out these affairs. (Logically, he was definitely not qualified for trying to sort out some sort of explanation for how he felt.)

It was a brief short message, that he was overall hesitant to send, as he knew the receiver would blow it out of proportions. But, he knew that he was loyal and would keep the teasing private if Logan had wanted it to be. (Which he did.)

So, considering the circumstances…

Roman, I need to talk to you.

It took his best friend 5 minutes to read that message, and then another 2 to start typing. Which wasn’t necessarily improbable, as Roman always had his phone in hand, and Logan could believe it.

What he couldn’t believe, however, was just how long it took Roman to type his message. Not that he hadn’t seen it before, as Roman was often the type to write long, and rather detailed, thoughts (or the complete opposite: a simple word or two). But in his frazzled and tired state, this only seemed to grow annoyance the more he thought about it. Logan felt unfamiliar and his friend was typing for way longer than Logan presumed the average to be.

Until, it flashed on the screen that Roman was calling him. Great.

“Logan?”

“Hello, Roman.”

“I have one simple thing to say before we continue with this dull conversation. And I’d like for you to listen, very carefully.”

“Okay…?”

“If you texted me to rant about some sort of chemical compound or math equation that you love… You will have to find a new friend, okay?”

“Roman. Do you truly believe that I am that ignorant? If so, I must have truly failed on representing mysel-”

“Logan.”

“Yes?”

“It is time for a prince’s beauty sleep and I am sacrificing that privilege for you. Get to the point, please!”

“I, uh… Well…”

“Is… Is everything okay, Logan?”

“If you mean physically, I sustain no injuries. However, it seems my mind has gone into a bit of a crisis.”

“Crisis?”

“Yes, it seems that I cannot sleep because of this before said crisis.”

“What exactly do you mean by crisis? What’s happening?”

“I… Well, you know how after every Christmas, my family goes to a Ski Lodge as a tradition? An event occurred on that trip that was seemingly unplanned and has greatly affected my life.”

“This ‘event’ is keeping you up right now?”

“Generally yes, but specifically, a person from this event has integrated themselves into my thoughts when I should be sleeping.”

“A person, huh?”

“That is correct.”

“So, I know you’re purposely being vague, but, Nerdville I kind of need the whole story to understand this dilemma with the said ‘event’ and ‘person’.”

“I do not believe that information is necessary.”

“Well, it seems -dear nerd- that you do not call the shots on this one. Which is ultimately why you came to me. Now describe, go.”

“Well, I was forced into a… function, and within-”

“A party, Logan. Just say party.”

“Ehm. Party. And within this -ahem- party, there was one main attraction that I desired to know of. So, I took a closer look. But, in my fit of observation-”

“Speed it up, Specs.”

“…”

“It was karaoke.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You did karaoke?”

“Well… Yes. Yet, it was unwillingly.”

“Okay, so someone forced you into karaoke on a st-”

“With a spotlight on those chosen.”

“Okay, so?”

“I was chosen for a duet.”

“Yeah, what’s the- Oh. Wait… You had to have a duet partner. ”

“Correct, it is tradition to sing a duet with a duet partne-”

“Don’t even.”

“…”

“Was the duet horrible or something?”

“…No.”

“Well? Frankenstein, I don’t understand why you are texting me at 2 in the morNING- Ahem, what about the karaoke was so traumatizing that has disabled you from exploring the dream realm?”

“Nothing was traumatizing per say, it was quite… dopamine inducing.”

“You know, you could just say delightful. Or wonderful. Or wondrous. Or joyf-”

“I… I loved it, Roman. Singing. It was… nice.”

“Oh.”

“And Patton is wonderful. So very wonderful.”

“Oh.”

“The problem, Roman, is not the singing itself nor is it my duet partner. It’s the unexplainable… feelings.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“I-”

“Oh my goodness!”

“Yo-”

“Logan, do you know what this means?”

“No, of course not. Why would I be aski-”

“Logan. I’ve been waiting for you to understand for 16 years! It’s a miracle!”

“…I’m not sure that I understand.”

“Really? Well, my dear nerdy friend… It seems like you have a bit of a crush.”

“That is a… false claim.”

“You are exhausting you know that, Teach?”

“No, actually I did n-”

“Listen, Meek Geek, the more you deny the worst it will get. The less sleep, the more flush, and the more you feel these things.”

“…Is that proven?”

“‘Course it is! Teenagers all over the world have this problem, everyone I know would tell you the same thing.”

“Do you have evidence?”

“I have a handful of numbers you could call and ask- BUT, that’s not the point Logan! Feelings don’t necessarily have to have a reason, and sometimes things are just unexplainable.”

“…Everything has an explanation, Roman. Surely feelings can be easily expla-”

“Logan, buddy. Relax. You always get so worked up when something new blossoms in your knowledge.”

“…I do n-”

“Logan. Don’t even start with me, I’ve known you since Elementary School. No need to be ashamed.”

“I… Thank you.”

“Alright, now that I know this a problem. I’ll talk about it more tomorrow, okay? Oh, this is the perfect time to tell you that I can be your ride.”

“Roman, you always drive me to school.”

“Well, yes… But I may have forgotten this fact.”

“Of course, you did.”

“Okay, I’m just going to not take that personally.”

“I, somehow, do not believe that statement is true.”

“Shut it, glasses.”

“…”

“I didn’t mean literally ugh- Logan. Listen, I want you to know, I am helping you on this problem more in the morning, alright? I don’t leave a fellow friend behind. But, for now, for you to sleep… Just acknowledge that those feelings are there… Like, objectively. That should help until you sleep all your proper sleep. Just as I will when you hang up!”

“Well, the logical action, if you wanted to sleep would be to han-”

His ears filled with the dull tone, before he had even finished uttering the words. Logan, if it had been anyone else, would’ve been excessively insulted but this was Roman.

Roman Davenport, specifically.

His best friend with that oddly complimented his straightforward, rather harsh, personality. So, after years of friendship, Logan could assume this was a regular occurrence.

His phone flashed for a moment, eyes trailing off to the slim screen without thought.

I will talk to you in the morning, Logan. See you then!

Logan scoffed, knowing that this was halfway expected of Roman at this point. (Although, he seemed very… popular at school, Roman tended to cycle through friends a lot. Except for Logan. So, he took some extra precautions.)

His mind was still buzzing, a rather soft hum of words echoing in his thoughts. Academics, school the next day, Roman, and Patton. Patton, Patton, Patton. I may never see Patton in person again. I may never feel those things again. Not with-

Logan’s thoughts were halted by the soft ding of his phone, the screen lighting his darkened room for a second or two. To say Logan had grabbed his phone quickly was a severe understatement, because it was within his hands in milliseconds (if he calculated correctly.)

Logan’s heart raced in his chest, as the familiar face stayed framed on his screen. His eyes flashing to the message without a second thought.

Patton: Hey! I know it’s late. I just wanted to tell you that I was a bit busy and not to worry!!!

Logan had a message typed out, before he could truly debate the idea and sent it with the reflex of his finger.

Logan: I don’t believe this is your normal sleep schedule, is something troubling you?

Well…

I’m kind of going to a new school, and I’m just nervous about making friends and the new area.

I’m just scared is all.

Well, if it is any consolation you are very charismatic, and a “people person.”

Thanks, Lo! That means a lot to me right now.

If your classmates don’t enjoy your presence, that is their ignorance, Patton.

That’s really sweet, Logan.

It is the truth.

Gosh.

I wish I went to the same school as you.

That would be satisfactory.

It would, it really, really would.

I’d like to think we could go places together a lot, like cafes and libraries and gosh, I’m just getting ahead of myself.

I would like that.

Maybe one day we could meet up then. If you like the idea.

That would also be favorable.

You’re so kind Lo-Lo, I really wanna see you again.

Logan felt his heart flutter in his chest, and almost had to bite back the confusing mix of reactions to these feelings. (He’d have to research it later.)

Patton, I have a question. As you know, I do a lot of research and I just wanted to ask you about your personal reasoning.

Okay? Did I say something to upset you? If I did, I’m so so so so sorry!

No, no Patton. You could never upset me, besides the idea you’ve prepared is quite pleasant. I am just curious about your choices.

Alrighty, that’s good! So what is your question, Detective? :P

It is fairly simple, despite my mind accumulating diverse questions before.

That’s okay! I’m probably better off with simple, lol.

Why me?

That text was the last, before his phone’s screen shut off, letting the only light in the room fade to the harsh darkness.

Logan’s lips parted, a jolt of fear rushing underneath his skin. Muttering to himself slightly, his hands fell to defeat beside his head and Logan was sent into an unforgettable wave of emotions that he couldn’t quite grasp.

I can text Patton in the morning, Logan reassured himself, he isn’t that quick to judge. I hope.

With a swift movement, his phone was on the charger and Logan had one step in silencing his mind.

Logan closed his eyes, gently (as he found facial relaxation further pursues the whole body to follow its path), and carefully emptied his mind of his tedious thoughts.

Except for a single, familiar melody that lulled him to sleep.

“The start of something new.”

∆ ∆ ∆

Logan woke up to his echoing alarm, as his parents must have already been sent on their way. (His mother was looking into nursing, and his Dad (the school principal) actually had meeting that morning.)

So, Logan was up 2 hours earlier than actually required, not for himself though. His best friend, Roman, tended to take way longer than Logan would present him with (something about how “a prince has got to slay”). Due to many tests, Logan concluded that him getting up 2 hours earlier and going from there is the most successful route.

He quickly grabbed the outfit, previously displayed after his dinner yesterday, and slipped it on. The whole process sounded speedy, but Logan learned to only accept perfection (in regards to himself).

In turn, Logan was a hypocrite.

As his dressing schedule, usually consisted of buttoning every button correctly (sometimes even ironing his shirt) and perfecting every strand of hair.

Which took Logan about 45 minutes and 34 seconds on a good day, but days that were expected to be stressful, Logan took more time to compensate.

Sadly, he never accounted for Roman having a bad day.

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It started simple, as Logan was lacing up his shoes and briskly making his way to the toaster for his breakfast. (He found it’s simplicity to be absolutely delicious.)

Pulling out the Crofters jar and the proper utensils, Logan hovered over to the kitchen and carefully made his breakfast without a single fault.

Well, until he checked his phone.

He had the plate ready, the jam prepared, and the bread in the toaster… when his phone buzzed in his front button-up pocket. And at the proportion of silly puzzle games to not, Logan figured it was a meaningless notification.

Which it was, but he hadn’t checked his phone all morning.

Logan’s mind latched onto the text messages that shined steadily on his screen, the stamp reading that of 1:30 am.

Patton: Lo, you mean the world to me!!!💙 I thought you knew that.

Patton: I didn’t mean to scare you off. I sure hope I didn’t, but I’m sorry if I did. :(

Patton: Goodnight, I guess.

Logan’s heart constricted in his chest, a heavy feeling weighing into his chest. This, he noted, this was new. He surprisingly didn’t feel the urge to record these new feelings, but still planned too… eventually.

He carefully typed out a few words, (possibly muttering them through his head a few times, for educational purposes only, of course). Thoughts blossoming in his head carefully, as surprisingly anxious thoughts filled his brain.

Patton, I wanted to apologize for my absence of responses. My phone had insufficient battery and lost power. I was not avoiding you or anything of the sort, and wanted to clarify that.

Logan gnawed on his lip, his fingers hovering over his screen gently and nerves making his mind question his own wor-

Ding!

Logan shook his thoughts, slipping into the regular routine of breakfast. Fluidly moving from the toaster to the plate, to swiping the jam and just a smidge of butter. (It was oddly relieving to distract his mind from the previous task.)

Until the thing you were distracting yourself from lights up your phone screen again.

Patton: Oh, thank goodness! I felt so bad. So, you’re okay now right?

Yes, Patton. I am perfectly fine, I’m actually making myself my preferred breakfast at the moment.

And what is your “preferred” breakfast?

Well, it is rather simple. Toast, heated for 65 seconds exactly, topped with a smooth ¼ a tablespoon of margarine and ¾ a tablespoon of Crofters jam.

With some “OJ” to compliment the meal.

That sounds good! I’m glad you’re eating breakfast, Lo. You know what they say, it’s the best meal of the day! ☀️🌥🌈

Is everything alright with you? I know you were troubled last night/this morning, and wanted to assure you’d be alright.

I’m a bit nervous, but that’s pretty natural for a new student. But, I’m surprisingly okay compared to last night!

That is satisfactory.

I actually have to go now, Lo. But I’d love to plan a meeting soon! If you’d like…

I would enjoy that, Patt. I’d be up for anything, as long as it is deemed appropriate.

Of course! I’ll make plans 🌈 💙

Can’t wait to talk later !!! :p

Logan smiled lightly, eyes skimming over the profile picture and flashing back to the ski lodge, with the songs, beautiful curls, and-

“NERDY WOLVERINE-” Roman’s voice thundered through his hallways, “-I NEED MY COFFEE, AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF I DON’T GET IT.”

Logan took one last glance at the messages, before sprinting up and dashing to the door, “I’m coming, Roman.”

This was going to be a long day.

#hsm sanders sides au #watchoutwriting #ts logicality

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kanene-yaaay · 8 months

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The Time

Heya heyaaa

Oof, thing feel really serious when I put a title javagcwwuvwdodj but! It's a proper moment to use a title here, I think. After all, I came to say goodbye.

Yeah, who would think ahfwtwcev

I have been thinking and pondering about this for some months now, since June when That Stuff happened and I had to jump away from here and uhhh it feels corny to say that but a lot of things changed to me and I changed a lot together with everything too.

So, I think it's my time to let this blog go. Not because I feel bad about it now or anything but... I am no longer that attached to tickling to maintain it. It's still cute, playful and comforting, but it is now a part of a lot of other things that are just as cute, playful and comforting to me.

This blog had a good run and I'm incredibly grateful because of it. Six entire years, if I am not mistaken, and I won't delete it anytime soon so the numbers will keep going! For as long as it wants or it is allowed to. All my fics, my headcanons, my rambles and reblogs will stay here because I don't want nor have the heart to delete it. There are such amazing, wonderful and well created arts and stories in this community that deserve all the attention and all the screams.

And! Talking about that! The people! I would like to say the biggest and most heartful thank you that you could ever imagine. Full of big hugs and smiles. I've met awesome people here that I will forever hold dear in my heart. Thank you for the company and the fun and for being so lovely and inspiring to me, all of you. It doesn't matter if we talked for years or minutes, thank you very much. It was so cool! @oliviaischillin1204, @august-anon, @flames-tstuff, @soft--valentine, @honeydew-sillies, @carrie-tate, @trashyswitch, @rosileeduckie, @squeaky-n-blushy, @why-not-a-tickle-blog, @thetickleeraven, @a-fluffer-nutter, @fluffyskies, @just-open-the-fridge-yo, @fluffystuffies, @ijustliketickling, @veryblushyswitch also everyone that is no longer in the community. If you see this, I remember you! Big hug!

And thank you so much for all of you that supported my blog and my work in any and every way. Commenting, reblogging, liking, sending askys about it... It really meant (and means!) a whole lot to me and Def is one of the reasons that kept me creating for so so long and so so much. It was the reason I stopped feeling so self conscious about my English and helped me to try new things and scenarios. Please accept this cookie as a token of my appreciation 🍪 I love to see all of your rambles or just your icon appearing on my notifs.

Also, how could I ever forget the artists and writers that make this community such a fun and colorful space? All the thanks and all the screams and rambles to all of you. Creating is so hard and yet you just come here and do such a wonderful job! How dare! I still think about your creations in my daily life, believe me ahcwgwxwhwcwfcw @ticklepinions, @intheticklecloset, @jettorii, @ssnicker-doodles, @giggly-squiggily, @simplysmilingdrew, @tiklart, @otomiyaa, @verynickelpizzarascal, @fbpanimations and much much more, tbh all the beans that I got shy to tag kjhgfdefghj

Hmmm, I think that this is what I wanted to say. To be honest, writing fics w tickling in it still feels comfortable and cool, so I will probably appear from one year or other to post something and vanish again ahfwtwxwowyq but yeah, can't really say that there will be much interaction besides that. I had that Big Post full of arts and fics that I love that I wanted to post before going but no energy dfghjhgf maybe one day I will finish it and post oh well

Anyway. One of the things that I always tried to bring here was that every creator should have at least one nice comment soooo if ! You think about me or this blog! Consider giving a comment or a quick rb to some artist/creator/blog that you really like, bet it will bring a smile to the bean's face! :D

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#See ya beans <3 #BIg hugs and spinning hugs all around #Kanene being Kanene #More than 3000 posts gosh that is crazyyy

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