s5 time travel plot-the whole party/cast is time traveling to fix everything but they don't know what they're doing so they keep fucking up and ending up in different alternate timelines but they always remember and try to find each other so they can try again
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they all regroup except for Mike. they can't find him. while searching for him they see a commotion happening at the quarry and go look what's up. Dustin and Lucas start thinking it's the time they pulled out Will's fake body from water but something is off. it's not Will they pull out. It's Mike. they're in a timeline where El was too late and didn't save Mike when he jumped. That's how Will and the rest find out about it.
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Since you wanted some fluff, how would nezha react to his s/o giving him a Bouquet of handpicked flowers. Not something surface level like lotus's that he's always surrounded by, but a Bouquet of heliotropes that signify eternal love and devotion!
-Lotus Anon
thank youuuu lotus anon!!
🌺Nezha: Third Lotus Prince❤️
hes the lotus prince- he knows exactly what those flowers mean.
he’s very surprised, flustered over the gift, usually it’s supposed to be the male who gives flowers!
are you the dominant one in this relationship?? he doesn’t mind do you not have enough flowers? does he not have enough?? is this a courting gift?? or is it a traditional gift??
he’d be very happy with the gift, press the flowers and frame them in your shared home.
would absolutely start growing flowers for you in the front/backyard.
“did something special happen??” “no i just love you!” “*sounds of his heart melting*”
these are all happening in the small time frame of you handing him these flowers 💐
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i decided i might as well do something while im stuck sick at home in bed so here is a small little fic
The stars were bright above their heads, and the gentle, blue glow of the moon cast dark, void-like shadows. It was a full moon, of course, and suspiciously it had been so every time Abby had sat up here, beneath the blanket of ink, next to Uriel.
Some time around midnight, both of them had decided there was no hope in persuading the other to sleep.
This had been something of a ritual for the two of them, they both fitted into their spots on the roof, watching the stars blink back at them.
Peace was rare in the Penthouse, of course.
The gentle silence was so still, so calm.
Breaths mingled together, in the cold, dark sky.
Dad would hate either of them doing this, Abby and Uriel both knew this.
They still did it.
So there they were, sitting on a rooftop past midnight, listening to the silence of the darkness.
"Are you lonely, Uriel?"
Abby hadn't even truly realised the words had left her lips until they had broken the gentle silence. She almost regretted it, when Uriel gave her that sad look, with those eyes of theirs. She of course, knew how old Uriel was, but their eyes seemed too old, too sad, for what they appeared to be.
The silence that ensued was somehow worse than it was before.
"Why do you ask?"
Truthfully, Abby had been wondering for a while (ever since they had met). Uriel had never spoken about what their life was like Before. Or, anything about, really.
It wasn't like she was wondering if they had committed atrocities, simply why did they never seem to be able to talk about what they had, who they had, before.
What she said, was:
"Just... something to fill the silence, I guess."
When Uriel spoke again, their voice was cracked a little, making their cool, neutral voice seem panicked, somehow.
"Loneliness... yes. I suppose I have been alone for a little too long,"
Abby suspected that they were understating it, but did not interrupt.
"None of it wasn't my fault."
Uriel glanced fo a second, swiftly returning their cold gaze to the stars.
"I am not the victim in my stories.
I am the villain."
Uriel spared another glance at Abby, catching her eye contact, looking down at their hands.
"I'm sorry."
Spotting their free hand, Abby took the chance, intertwining their fingers with her own.
Uriel appeared to have no obvious reaction to thus, other than slightly jolting, at the sudden unexpected contact.
Unbeknownst to either of them, a small dandelion had sprouted beside a fern, far below.
The stars almost look like dandelions, growing in their dark, cloudy soil.
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