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𝖻𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗒'𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵

[hotbobbys]

𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘𝐒 written by 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙮 for 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗳𝗺

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ... robert "rob" tremblay, 35, investment banker line cook @ hot tony's pizzeria ... inthira "ina" rattanakun, 29, nursing student & server @ loulou's diner ... konrad "kuno" sudiro, 40, electrician ... sylvie von sturler, 29, anesthesiologist @ st. mary's hospital ...

[kekoa-reyna]

Open to anyone! Feel free to assume a prior connection

A stack of flyers in hand, Kick headed into town to make sure every single resident of Pinehaven knew Afterglow had a show coming up. They'd played McNasty's plenty of nights, enough that everyone of age had probably seen them already, but Kekoa still acted like it was their first show ever. He boarded down the street, holding out a flyer for anyone willing to take one. When one fluttered to the ground instead of making it safely into someones hand, Kick skidded to a stop and scooped it up. "Hey, you've got to come... it's going to be killer." He gave them a cheeky grin, waggling his brows as he offered them a flyer.

[hotbobbys]

four  years  and  pinehaven  hasn’t  ceased  surprising  her.    a  small  gasp  follows  the  look  of  surprise  on  her  face,  eyes  and  mouth  forming  an  oh  !    “  a  flyer.    vintage.  ”    she  takes  the  paper  between  her  thumb  and  index  and  holds  it  up  in  front  of  her.    “  killer  is  an  awful  lot  to  promise,  ”  she  remarks  and  tilts  her  head  to  the  side,  peeking  through  the  flyer  to  watch  the  other  with  blue,  curious  eyes.    “  is  this  your  band  ?  ”

[cryforlxve]

the warm fluorescent glow illuminated the vintage glassware that covered the bar top. a sea of brightly colored curves accompanied by the fluttery napkins that draped the plates. a soft touch of "elegance" to elevate the homey feeling of lou lous. franscesca fiddled with the corner of the menu, teasing a crease into the page before finally lifting her gaze. "everything on this menu screams horrible heart health..." her brow lifted with a soft twist of mirth dotting her lips. "..i'll take the pie and whoever made it."

[hotbobbys]

sylvie’s  brows  rise  at  the  special  request.    “  and  whoever  made  it ?  ”  she  repeats  and  takes  her  eyes  off  of  the  screen  of  her  phone  to  look  at  her  friend  sideways.    “  must  i  remind  you  we’re  pinehaven?    be  careful  what  you  wish  for.  ”    and  then,  even  more  teasingly:    “  if  you  meant  rocky,  then  i  completely  understand.    but  you  might  want  to  be  more  specific.  ”    

[alicent-florent]

Sarah Pidgeon as Carolyn Bessette Love Story S01E01 "Pilot" (2026)

[cryforlxve]

"people with hearts have to worry about it. it's a good thing, we're barren here, amore" she purred with a kink in her grin. "besides, i love empty calories but i hate empty beds. di cosa hai fame?."

[hotbobbys]

“  that’s  surprisingly  considerate  for  someone  who’s  ... without one.  ”    he  gives  her  a  look—  which  he  probably  shouldn’t  have.    “  that  doesn’t  require  a  heart  now,  does  it?  ”    he  frowns.    “  the  what?    sorry,  they  don’t  make  anything  that’s  not  on  the  menu,  ”    he  replies,  teasing.

[angosturaa]

open starter: @pinehavenstarters

location: wildflower thread

kian held up a dress shirt next to the customer he was helping, biting his bottom lip in thought. “hmm, i like this color on you, but i feel like we would need more pizzazz.” his eyebrows furrowed as he thought of something to put the outfit together, remembering they had some coats and accessories on sale. he noticed the customer pulling away from him and becoming disinterested and he panicked. “i'm not saying you don't already look great with just the shirt, i want you to stand out even more.” he lifted his hands up in surrender, stepping out of their space. “i just want you to leave with something you feel great in.” his lips curled into a half smile, his heart racing in his chest. nothing scared him more than a pissed off customer.

[hotbobbys]

“  simple  is  fine.  ”    he  does  not  want  to  offend  them  but  kuno  cannot  picture  himself  wearing anything with  pizzazz.    “  i’ll  be  wearing  it  to  a  wedding.  ”    in fact, he  wasn't planning on taking a trip to the boutique,  a  place  he’s  barely  stepped  into  since  arriving  in  pinehaven,  until  he  realised  the  closest  thing  he  had  to  an  appropriate  wedding  guest  attire  was  the  suit  he  wore  to  his  father’s  funeral.    “  my  friend’s  daughter.    she’s  having  it  in  her  parents’  backyard.    it’s  meant  to  be  a  simple  affair.    i’m  told.  ”

[cryforlxve]

the warm fluorescent glow illuminated the vintage glassware that covered the bar top. a sea of brightly colored curves accompanied by the fluttery napkins that draped the plates. a soft touch of "elegance" to elevate the homey feeling of lou lous. franscesca fiddled with the corner of the menu, teasing a crease into the page before finally lifting her gaze. "everything on this menu screams horrible heart health..." her brow lifted with a soft twist of mirth dotting her lips. "..i'll take the pie and whoever made it."

[hotbobbys]

“ i don’t think you need to worry about that. ”

[angosturaa]

closed starter: @hotbobbys

zaire stopped by loulou's diner for a quick meal before grading assignments. he noticed tonight was rather busier than usual, noticing ina working tirelessly by herself. his natural instinct was to approach her and help her despite it not being his place. the assignments could wait until later that night. he stood up from the stool, walking towards her but keeping a safe distance between the both of them. "hey. i noticed it's been really busy here. do you mind if i help a little? free of charge of course." he flashed a welcoming smile, setting down his tote bag on the counter.

[hotbobbys]

it  takes  an  embarrassingly  long  second  for  the  words  to  make  sense  in  ina’s  head.    she  was  expecting  more  along  the  lines  of  can  i  have  another  coffee, ins?  or  is  my  order  ready?    i’ve  been  waiting  for  twenty  minutes,  ina.    how  long  does  a  burger  take  to  fry,  i  mean,  really?    to  help  them  isn’t  a  request  she  gets  a  lot.    or  ever.    “  oh.    uhhh.    no.    no,  we’re  fine.    it’s  fine,  seriously. ha-ha.  ”    she  waves  a  hand,  gesturing  for  him  to  go  about  his  day  and  ignore  her,  but  the  motion  destabilises  the  tray  of  plates  balanced  on  the  other  and  the  neat  stack  almost  topples  and  crashes  on  the  tiled  floor.    “  oh  fuck,  oh  shit.  ”

[idleminds]

Perfect Days (2023) dir. Wim Wenders

[btwnthepines]

open starter from: temperance

@pinehavenstarters

the heavy thud of leather and buckram against the industrial carpet was muffled. a series of dull, rhythmic mumps that sounded, to temperance’s ears, like a muted tragedy. she let out a soft, melodic, oh my, her voice a flutter of velvet in the hushed air of the stacks. she quickly glided around the corner of the aisle, footsteps silent against the weave. and the scene was exactly as she’d feared; the reshelving cart, left momentarily unattended in the transition between goethe and grass, had been broadsided. a mountain of german philosophy and folklore now lay scattered across the floor.

before the culprit could even stammer an apology, temperance was already crouching, the hem of her skirt pooling around her ankles. her movements were fluid and entirely devoid of judgment. "don't you even worry about it, dear," she reassured, her voice always carrying a specific, grounded warmth. the kind that suggested she’d seen far worse disasters and found them all equally forgivable.

she began to gather the volumes, her fingers trailing over the spines with a tactile reverence. "german literature is a sturdy sort. they won’t damage easily," she quipped, stacking a thick copy of the sorrows of young werther atop a collection of grimm’s. "it’s all those strong conjugations, i gather. they give the paper a certain…structural integrity." she stood slowly, cradling the rescued stack against her chest as if they were wounded birds. her head tilted slightly to the side, her gaze lingering on the stranger with a keen, intuitive focus. as if she weren't just looking at a patron, but reading the subtext of their day. "now," she said, her voice dropping to a inviting hum. "was there something specific I could help you find, or did these books simply jump off the cart to catch your attention?"

[hotbobbys]

no  apology  escapes  his  mouth.    his  lips  are  too  firmly  pressed  together  to  let  words  come  out.    in  lieu  of  it,  kuno  makes  himself  useful  by  restoring  the  cart  in  an  upright  position  and  picking  up  the  books  not  yet  cradled  in  her  arms.     “  a  relief,  ”    he  says  soullessly,  although  he’s  thoroughly  amused  by  the  remark.    thinks  of  his  mother,  even—  thinks  she  would’ve  laughed  at  it  had  she  lived  to  hear  it  recounted  to  her.    he  shakes  his  head  in  response  to  the  question,  busy  attempting  to  arrange  the  books  in  his  hands  before  replacing  them  on  the  shelf.    “  no,  ”    he  manages,  after  the  deed  is  done.    he  hadn’t  been  looking  through  the  books  on  the  shelf  when  he  accidentally  collided  into  it. “  i  would—  ”    he  reconsiders  and  plucks  the  thin  book  tucked  beneath  his  arm  before  presenting  it  to  her.    “  —appreciate  it  if  you  happen  to  have  any  more  from  this  author.    zweig.    i  don’t  mind  putting  my  name  on  a  waitlist,  if  that  happens  to  be  the  case.  ”

[ellievswor1d]

open for anyone! @pinehavenstarters

"Okay, I'll admit it. Sometimes, I don't know where th'bar ends and I begin, y'know what I'm sayin'?" And it's true. She's spent so much time invested in her bar that she's become something of a local cryptid, something of a town ghost, one no one ever hears or sees from outside of the business hours of the bar. And she thinks she might have to try and change that. "Whataya kids doin' for fun these days, eh? Whataya think I'd take to?"

[hotbobbys]

he  shares  too  similar  an  attitude  to  find  fault  in  it.    still  kuno  puts  his  bottle  down,  runs  his  tongue  after  the  beer  left  on  his  bottom  lip,  and  hums  a  gesture  of  sympathy  for  her  plight.    “  i’m  as  lost  as  you  are.  ”    he  doesn’t  know,  and  hasn’t  cared  to  know  what  the  kids  were  up  to  these  days.    “  rollerblading?  they  still  do  that,  i  believe.  ”    

[cryforlxve]

location: the wine cellar at ember and pine @hotbobbys

with her back pressed against the cool brick, elira counted back from twenty. her nerves twisting from the constricting confines of the wine cellar and the chrome coated handle held between her fingers. she didn't know why she opted to indulge int this grand tour of the wine selection knowing that the chances of getting stuck down below were an option. she just wanted to make rosie's homecoming special but that's life in pinehaven for you; a bed of unexpected accidents and incredibly interesting people.

"can you stop pacing, please, it's only been thirty five minutes. you mentioned your partner would be here soon, right? robert, that's your name right, is there anyway we get message up stairs? "

[hotbobbys]

like  a  dog  trained  to  stand  at  attention  when  his  name  is  called  out,  robert’s  eyes  lift  from  the  label  of  the  tempranillo  and  parts  his  lips  to  interject —  well  actually —  then  pauses,  thinks  better  of  it,  and  decides,  after  a  beat,  wherein  the  poor  sommelier—who  is  definitely  not  robert—struggles to come up  with an answer to give, to present the man an out of sorts.    “  no, i’m  robert,  ”  he  says,  turning  the  attention  and  growing  ire  of  the  woman  to  himself.    maybe  after  this  incident  he’ll  be  remembered  for  his  valiant  sacrifice  and  get  a  free  bottle.    attention  briefly returns  to  the  rack  of  newly-acquired  spanish  wines  as  he  slots  the  mid-range  tempranillo  back  in  place.    “  someone  will  have  to  come  down.    dinner  service  opens  in  less  than  an  hour.    they’ll  be  wondering  about  aloysius  over  here.    it’s  not  like  we’ll  die  in  here  or  something.  ”    lifts  his  shoulders  in  a  shrug.    he  isn’t  too  worried  about  their  situation.    “  are  you  claustrophobic  ?  ”    

[angosturaa]

open starter: @pinehavenstarters

location: town square

event: easter potluck

for: anyone 

kian was advised to get out more due to this subchain reddit he stumbled upon at four in the morning about low vitamin d levels. other than working and sleeping, kian didn't really do much throughout the day. his job consisted of rearranging the racks to push for the ongoing sale, and attempting to upsell customers. he too, needed to enjoy himself when he could. easter was right around the corner, and he saw a bulletin posted on one of the trees near his home about the town's easter potluck. of course he'd attend, but the entrance fee was ten too many dollars. he had to suck it up and put on an apron and get to baking.

he spent the whole day watching baking tutorials on youtube, rummaging his cupboards for ingredients. he decided on something simple, something that wouldn't burn the entire apartment down. he took his time, measuring the dry ingredients and wet ingredients in separate bowls while keeping a close eye on the videos. he let out a breath, placing the pan of brownies inside the oven and praying for the best.

he set a timer just incase he forgets about the brownies and actually starts a fire. while the timer was running, he went to his room to pick out an outfit. he didn't want to appear too formal, but he also wanted to look approachable and someone of importance. “importance? i literally don't do anything.” he laughed at himself, deciding on a regular t-shirt and jeans. he returned to his brownies, the timer going off just in time and he braced himself for impact. 

he used an oven mitten and took the tray out of the oven, placing it on top of the counter. he sniffed around the tray, and closely examined the brownies to make sure they looked edible. he poked it with a fork to make sure it was fully baked, but to him it didn't look like he burned anything. he quickly packaged it up into a container and headed for the town square. he wasn't sure how it would look, or if there'd be a great turnout, but he thought it would be something he'd get fomo from. 

[hotbobbys]

rob  hated  town  events.    well,    okay,    hate  was  a  strong  word.    it’s  a  strong  emotion.    and,    honestly,    an  incorrect  one.    he  simply  disliked  feeling  all  mush  inside  when  he  inevitably  ran  into  his  ex-wife,    who  was  part  of  the  little  town’s  community  as  someone  who  was  born  and  raised  there.    him,    meanwhile,    an  interloper.   

but  one  did  as  one  is  ordered  to do.    so  rob  rose  at  the  ass  crack  of  dawn  to  begin  prepping  for  the  town’s  easter  potluck.    how  quaint  the  idea  of  a  potluck  was.    they  didn’t  have  it  where  he  came  from,    each  gathering  catered  or  prepared  by  a  private  chef  and  a  small  army  of  assistants.    with each day spent in pinehaven, he  felt  himself  growing  farther  and  farther  away  from  who  he  was.    rob  was  unsure  which  of  the  feelings  he  felt  about  it  he  should  stick  to.

he  arrived  just  in  time  for  old  mariel  to  yell  at  him  to  hurry  up,    they’ve  been  waiting  for  him  for  an  hour.    rob  wasn’t  really  sure  why  they  were  waiting,    anyway,    this  was  a  potluck.    they  could  still  eat  without  him.    but  he  jogged  up  to  the  long  tables,    regardless,    afraid  of  getting  that  mean  look  old  mariel  wore  when  he  wasn’t  being  quick  about  her  orders.    she  was  like  a  mother  to  him, a mother who actually gave a shit and paid attention.

he almost tripped on the way to the long table and took another guy down with him. “    shoot,    sorry,    kid,    my  bad,    ”    he  professed,    one  hand  on  the  other’s  shoulder  as  if  they  were  teetering  from  the  accidental  push.    “    these  kids.    ”    he  tilted  his  head  towards  a  duo  of  children  about  ten  years  old,    passing  around  a  baseball, not even the least bit sorry.    “    you  good  ?    no  casualties  ?    ”

[btwnthepines]

sun sun sun .ᐟ HERE IT COMES

OPEN EVENT STARTER FROM: EVIE @pinehavenstarters WHERE: FARMER'S MARKET

oh god, i've lost her. she could have sworn that she had only strayed for a few seconds to marvel at a vibrant arrangement of strawberries, which was really more like thirty minutes in evie time if you factored in how likely she was to strike up a lengthy conversation with whoever was in her vicinity. but when she looked up, her mother had disappeared into the roving throng.

"excuse me, have you seen a tiny korean woman in a floral parka anywhere around here?" evelyn had urged her to leave the heavier coat behind, but the woman perpetually ran cold and even if springtime weather had emerged if there was a chill to find, it'd billow it's way towards eomma dae. "…probably haggling with some poor vendor for bok choy at a fourth of the price. she's tiny, but mighty, and bartering really riles her up."

[hotbobbys]

ina’s  smile  threatened  to  rival  the  sun.    her  hands  curled  around  the  edge  of  the  collapsible  booth,    as  she  leaned  across  the  curated  display  of  handmade  soaps,    candles    and  perfumes.    “    evie  !    ”    tongue  pressed  against  the  back  of  her  teeth,    lying  in  wait  for  the  right  moment  to  begin  the  spiel  she  had  already  entrapped  twenty  different  customers  with.    “    i    —    oh.    ”    the  worry  between  evie’s  brows  gave  her  pause.    “    mrs.  dae  ?    hm.    ”    monologue  temporarily  withheld  in  her  throat,    she  poked  her  head  further  out  and  narrowed  her  eyes  at  the  bambling  brook  of  townspeople  moving  along  the  lined  up  booths.    “    i  haven’t,    no.    ”    if  mrs  dae  did  pass  by,    ina  was  likely  too  busy  selling  a  candle  to  notice.    the  scent  of  sunshine,    lily-of-the-valley,    and  fresh  pears  inside  of  your  home  !    

ina  laughed  fondly  at  the  remark  before  retreating  and  giving  up  her  search.    it  was  impossible.    the  crowd  had  turned  into  one  single  organism,    each  member  hardly  distinguishable  from  the  others.  “    i’m  on  mrs  dae’s  side,    always.    it’s  not  her  fault  if  they  give  up  so  easily  !    ”    she  argued,    as  a  haggler  herself    —    although  perhaps  not  as  relentless  as  mrs  dae  is  and  ina’s  late  grandmother  was.    “    i’m  sure  she’ll  turn  up  eventually.    are  you  just  here  to  accompany  her ?    not  interested  in  candles,    maybe  ?    ”    her  smile  turned  cheeky,    brows  raised  in  invitation  to  peruse  the  collection  between  them.

[hotbobbys]

⸻    recognition  wakes  his  attention,    pulls  his  mind  from  a  limbo,    and  alights  his  features  with  wonder.    wonder  at  the  sight  of  her.    doubtless  a  man  once  used  to  looking  at  them    —    industry  parties,    restaurant  run-ins,    nights  spent  in  theatres  and  opera  houses  —    can  easily  recognize  a  star.    “    excuse  me,    ”    he  manages  to  utter,    that  thought  to  be  forgotten  city  boy  smugness  bubbling  back  up  to  the  surface,    as  his  lips  curves  into  a  crooked  smile.    “    you  don’t  happen  to  be  …    ”    he  trails  off,    allowing  her  to  fill in the blanks or deny.    rob  can’t  blame  her,    if  she  wished  for  anonymity.    pinehaven  isn’t  exactly  the  place  to  be  seen;    more  so  a  place  where  celestial  bodies  land  after  they  fall.   

somewhere in pinehaven, with rob + yasmin ( @p-ink )

[hotbobbys]

extra ! extra ! read all about it !

i. rob tremblay, one and a half years in pinehaven

full name: robert alain tremblay nicknames: rob, hot bobby age: thirty-five birthplace: montréal, canada gender: cis man pronouns: he / him sexual orientation: heterosexual marital status: recently divorced occupation: former investment banker at goldman sachs, line cook at hot tony's pizzaria family: mr & mrs henri tremblay ( parents ), marian & louisa tremblay ( sisters ), butter tremblay ( daughter cat ), bea tremblay ( ex-wife )

a  cushy  job  in  the  biggest  banking  firms  in  the  world,    a  west  village  apartment,    a  wife  and  their  beloved  cat    —    rob  once  had  it  all.    until,    on  a  random  thursday,    his  wife  just  up  and  left.    with  a  note  left  on  the  kitchen  counter,    pressed  beneath  an  expensive  bottle  of  japanese  whisky,    rob’s  wife  announced  she  wanted  a  divorce.    she  was  going  back  to  her  hometown,    pinehaven,    and  she  was  taking  their  cat  with  her.    rob’s  perfect  life  was  starting  to  crumble.    he  spent  months  trying  to  win  her  back  but  to  no  avail.    she  wouldn’t  even  tell  him  what  went  wrong,    or  leave  him  their  cat  !    a  divorce  decree  and  a  few  panic  attacks  later,    rob  found  himself  slowly  losing  everything.    after  his  last  emergency  room  visit,    he  took  a  sabbatical  from  work,    bought  a  house  in  pine  haven  so  he  can  be  closer  to  his  cat,    and  found  himself  employed  as  a  line  cook  at  hot  tony’s.    a  year  and  a  half  later,    rob’s  still  licking  his  wounds.    and  if  you  let  him,    he’ll  pour  out  his  heart  to  you  like  a  boiling  pot  of  emotions.    

ii. ina rattanakun, twenty-nine years in pinehaven

full name: inthira rattanakun nicknames: ina, in, star age: twenty-nine birthplace: pine haven gender: cis woman pronouns: she / her sexual orientation: bisexual marital status: single, once divorced occupation: nursing student & server at loulou's diner family: sririta "sunny" rattanakun ( grandmother, d. 2025 ), araya "moon" rattanakun ( aunt ), peach and kiwi ( children )

just  a  few  months  before  her  nineteenth  birthday,    ina  was  married  with  a  child  on  the  way.    it  didn’t  take  long,    however,    for  all  that  to  come  crumbling  down.    she  was  divorced  at  twenty-two,    with  two  kids  under  two,  and  moved  back  in  with  her  grandmother  and  aunt.    ina’s  dedicated  her  life  to  her  kids  and  to  giving  them  more  than  she’s  ever  had.    but  it  was  time,    her  grandmother  thought,    to  do  something  about  her  own  dreams.    she  wanted  to  be  a  doctor  like  her  late  mother  but  that  dream  cost  money  she  thought  was  better  invested  in  her  kids’  futures.    so  she  kept  that  dream  on  pause    —    until  after  her  grandmother  died.    ina  discovered  her  grandmother  had  left  her  money  for  medical  school.    not  enough  to  cover  all  the  expenses  but  enough  to  will  ina  to  get  back  on  that  path.    so  she’s  returned  to  school  to  finish  her  nursing  degree,    studying  for  the  mcats,    while  juggling  raising  two  kids  and  multiple  jobs.    

ii. kuno sudiro, twenty years in pinehaven

full name: konrad sudiro nicknames: kuno age: forty birthplace: yogyakarta, indonesia gender: cis man pronouns: he / him sexual orientation: bisexual marital status: single occupation: electrician family: esther "esti" sudiro ( sister, d. 2006 ), cora hannemann ( mother, d. 1990 ), kunto sudiro ( father, d. 2020 )

tba.