Curate, connect, and discover
sat on my school bus rn and I've just had possibly the cutest but most depressing idea ever
what if Lee used to have a habit of collecting ducks?
like, plastic, glass, metal, whatever, just yellow ducks
hats, spots, stripes, accessories, this man has a whole army
and he made a habit of hiding them around cabin seven and the infirmary and when any of his siblings were sad or needed distracting he'd send them to find a specific duck and they'd be searching for the next hour for a fucking yellow and pink polka-dot duck with a tiara
and when he dies, everyone completely forgets about this until Will rummages through a drawer in the infirmary one day and BOOM
cowboy duck✨
and suddenly everyone's finding ducks everywhere, in shoes and drawers and the archery range storage cabinet and that one part of the strawberry fields where Lee and Castor used to hang out and whenever someone missed him they'd all go on a hunt for a duck until they had over a hundred of the fucking things
but still, even years later, after the TOA, Jerry finds a duck with a grapevine hat and a guitar, and Will, Kayla and Austin burst into giggles while he looks at them in confusion
'what? why are you laughing?'
'nothing. nothing at all.'
:D
Alright guys, bear with me rq but.. trillionaire!Nik and gardener!John.
39 year old Nik, who has tons of money to dump anywhere he pleases and has options upon options of guys he can choose to fuck around with and spend said money on, but chooses to fawn over his gardener all day instead.
28 year old John, who graduated university with all honors and is now working for said Russian to be able to pay off his student debt and buy him time to figure out what he wants to do in life.
John notices the way Nik looks at him when he’s out in his private garden trimming the hedges or repotting a succulent. Notices the way the man’s eyes linger on the sweat slowly sliding down his face, or the way his back has a slight arch to it when he’s down on his knees cleaning up a rose bush. He notices the discreet touches on his shoulder or lower back, and the way Nik’s eyes seem to rove over him when he comes inside the ridiculously large mansion for a break, baby blues light and lovely with energy while his muscles are taut with exertion.
Oh what Nik would give to have his gardener in his bed just once. One chance is all Nik wants, to be able to feel and fiddle with the Brit until he’s putty in his arms. To press his hands down on his lower back to correct the man’s arch when he’s behind him during doggy style. To be able to control the powerful body he’s had the fortune of seeing for months until it’s ruined for any other man.
Because John is Nik’s gardener. His landscaper. He’s had eyes on him for the longest, and he’ll be damned if anyone other than him gets first dibs.
..Hm.