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rose-bryar:

Rose placed her books aside to give the man her full attention, she was expecting to see Sofia walk in with him, but maybe something happened that she was late, Rose understood how it was, sometimes just because she wanted to see Sofia didn’t meant she could do it, specially when her aunts had other plans, if she needed to help around the house, or they wanted to make sure her homework were done before she left the house, sometimes they spend days only talking over text, so she would never get angry at Sofia for being late, she just hoped she managed to show up before she had to leave, because as always she was looking forward to seeing her girlfriend.

She blushed a little when the man said he heard a lot about her. “I hope you heard good things about me.” She said with a shy smile, offering him her hand for him to shake. “Is lovely to meet you, Hunter. You look familiar.” Rose said, tilting her head, not exactly sure where she saw him, maybe at college? It didn’t exactly matter, so she thought about something else.

If her aunts saw her alone with an older man, she knew that could be a cause for an argument later, and the last thing she wanted was to get grounded and stuck in the house again, not that she didn’t sneak away. “Do you know if Sofia is coming?” Rose asked, eager to see her.

Hunter gave a single, curt laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard good things about you,” he replied. He’d heard nothing but good things as Sofia gushed endlessly about how amazing her girlfriend was. To be fair, Sofia only had nice things to say about everyone. But when it came to Rose, it was on a whole other level. She was the perfect, beautiful, goddess of the forest who could do no wrong. For now, anyway. That was soon about to change.

He readjusted himself in his chair, glancing behind his shoulder. Socializing was not his strong suit, and he was hoping that Sofia would arrive soon to fill in his pregnant silences. Once both the girls were distracted, he’d be able to make his move. In the meantime, he had to keep the conversation going. “Ah yeah, you too. Maybe you’ve seen me around with Sofia. Or at the college, I work there as a handyman,” he explained.

At that moment, both their phones buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw a text from Sofia, saying that she had to cancel, as Guinevere was asking her to help around the orchard for the upcoming Founders Week events. Hunter cursed internally--of course Guin would mess things up when he was finally starting to get things going. He couldn’t let this deter him, as he looked up to see Rose undoubtedly reading a similar text. “Looks like she’s not coming...still, I could buy you a coffee for your trouble,” he offered.

#rose

rose-bryar:

@hunter-guerrero

Rose left the campus and waited for Sofia in a small café shop nearby, apparently Sofia wanted to introduce Rose to a friend of hers, and she was happy to spend time with Sofia and any friend of her, it was better than going straight home, and it gave her a perfect excuse to order some hot chocolate.

Opening her bag, Rose decided to read some of her notes while she waited for them, placing her open bag on the floor on the foot of the table she notice someone entering that seemed a little lost. “Are you Sofia’s friend?” She asked the man, he was certainly older than what she had imagined, but if he was a friend, she trusted him.

Hunter had heard a lot about Rose. Like, a lot about Rose. From the moment that Sofia developed feelings for the girl, all the way through their roller coaster of a relationship, Hunter had acted as a sounding board for Sofia to dump her endlessly flowing feelings. At first, Hunter didn’t think much of it--the more time Sofia spent on her relationship, the less time she was spending on school and more likely she was to drop out. However, the opposite had happened--being with Rose had lit a fire under her to work even harder to succeed.

Guinevere had made her orders clear--if Rose was the problem, it was time to get rid of her. Through some careful watching from far away, as well as information fed to him from Sofia, Hunter was able to discern that the girl lived with her aunts, one of whom he’d actually interacted with in the past. A neurotic woman, she and the other aunts were very overprotective and strict about the young girl.

“Getting rid of her” would be easy. All he had to do was use the aunts to his advantage and have them forbid the relationship from continuing. In that regard, Hunter had to put a few things together to get the ball rolling--the first of which was meeting Rose. He would claim that it had been Sofia’s idea, but he was actually the one who dropped a hint about wanting to meet her. From there, it was easy to get Sofia to set up the hangout.

Hunter entered the cafe and was able to find the girl that Sofia had shown him many pictures of. Raising an eyebrow at the fact that Sofia was not yet there himself, he chose to approach anyway. “I am. I’m Hunter. And you must be Rose,” he said, going to sit down across from her. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

#rose

sofia-bach:

Sofia took the glass Hunter offered to her without a second thought. She was usually a bit more guarded when given drinks or food… But this was Hunter. She gave him a little smile in thanks. His argument was quite solid. And, indeed, it felt much safer to try there along with her friend than some day alone in the house. Parties, she wasn’t so sure there’d be many for her to attend.

The young woman took a sip to try. She made a little grimace as soon as she swallowed. “Hm… It is stronger, but it doesn’t taste very good,” she commented. Still, she gave it another sip to make sure. “After I got out of the hospital and recovered properly, I considered building up immunity, you know? I had read somewhere that some animals eat poisonous leaves and berries in small doses from early childhood. Like goats,” Sofia continued, giving the glass one more sip before deciding that she didn’t like it at all. She wondered how Hunter managed to drink enough of it to have so many bottles laying around. “That makes them stronger to withstand poisons in the future. But in the end… I was too scared to even try.” Sofia knew she was a bit of a coward. The only times she had been brave, in her opinion, were when she was too clueless to properly consider the consequences –which wasn’t as often as one would expect.

“Are you sure you don’t mind it?” Sofia asked gently. She couldn’t imagine someone being comfortable in that sort of mess. One thing was the clutter she herself accumulated in her bedroom… Another was straight-up dirtiness. “It really wouldn’t be a bother.” But her thoughts about the cabin were wiped away by Hunter’s question, and she smiled brightly and gave a little bounce on the balls of her feet. “Yes, ready!”

There was apart of Hunter that hated how readily she took the drink. He didn’t know if it was because she trusted him or just trusted too generally but neither was a very comforting option. Turning away, he made himself his own drink while she took a sip of hers. In the end, even if she didn’t like it, that would just be another drink for him.

His blood ran cold as she spoke about her poisonous incident. Hunter had no proof that it had been Guinevere who tried to poison her, let alone if she’d used the poison he had sold her. But honestly, what the fuck else could it be? Seemed really unlikely that she almost died the exact same way that her father had, with an unexplainable, undetectable poison. Almost died, he thought to himself. His movements slowed and he looked down at his hand, the fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle. The seventeen count marks stared back at him. He imagined adding an eighteenth.

He shook his head before putting the cap back on and shoving the bottle in the cabinet. “I mean, yeah, people generally aren’t drinking it for the taste,” he responded, unable to bring himself to comment on her poisoning. “It’s for the feeling that comes with it. You ever been drunk before?” He asked. Sipping ciders and wines didn’t sound like a formula for getting wasted, but he also wouldn’t be surprised if she was a lightweight.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he reassured her, hoping to drop the subject entirely. Motioning her along, he lead her out through the back door onto the porch. Boar followed them outside, bounding down the steps to explore the shores of the lake. Hunter just walked down the path that lead to his dock--old and grimy but still strong and stable. The wildlife of the woods sounded all around them, accompanied only by the sounds of their footsteps. At the end of the dock was a single folding chair and fishing equipment. “Y’can have the seat if y’like,” he offered.

#sofia #alcohol tw

guinevere-bach:

Guin rolled her eyes. “I’m paying you do to a simple job, get a teenager to quit college for a few years, how hard is that? If I was to spend my time coming up with a plan on how to do it, why would I have been paying you?” Was he stupid or something? Maybe this was something she should deal with herself, after all her previous plans always worked and never took this long.

“If Rose is the problem, then get rid of her as well, just do it fast before I decide to get rid of you as well.”

Hunter’s expression hardened, his hands balling into fists as she criticized him. It wasn’t the first time that he’d been torn apart by an employer but there was something about this one that was so infuriating--maybe the fact that in the end, he didn’t have a choice. He either had to put up with this or give up on the job entirely, thus turning back to a life of crime, uncertainty, and loneliness.

His brow furrowed ever so slightly as she threw out the suggestion to get rid of Rose. He didn’t want to get Sofia in trouble...but Rose was a different story. If he could use her to shake up Sofia’s life enough to drop out of college, then he could complete the job without hurting her too significantly.

“...Yes, ma’am,” he finally replied, giving her an affirmative nod. With that, he turned and headed out the door, seeing no need to carry out this meeting any further. After all, he had a job to do.

- END

#guinevere

fawn-weathers:

Fawn nodded, not even noticing the man’s exhaustion. “Ah, yes. Lots of people come for jobs at the university… Are you planning on staying long?” she asked brightly. “Spring in Redwood’s a sight to behold. You’re really gonna wish you stayed for it, I promise–”

She was interrupted by a long clatter of several metal objects hitting the pavement. She realized only that it had been coming from the man’s holster when he pushed the umbrella towards her for her to hold, while he picked it all up and examined them. “Oh, I hope none of those are rust-sensitive…” Fawn called out over the noise of the rain, trying to stretch her arm enough to keep the man sheltered from the storm… When she saw a knife, a knife, not a reasonable switchblade or a random piece of cutlery, an actual-weapon-sort-of knife in the man’s hand.

Now, Fawn was not exactly a coward; she had travelled a lot, after all, and found herself in quite a few sticky situations. She had never been this close to a man wielding a knife, though. Unable to do anything else, she froze, still smiling, holding the umbrella in a tense hand. Should she run? Probably not; the man was unlikely to harm her. If he had meant to, why would he take so long to do it? And still, she couldn’t help but be terrified.

By the time everything had clattered around them, Hunter had long since been tuning the woman out. He had hoped that since they were so close to the park, their paths would soon diverge and he could get back to what he was doing. Fate seemed to have other plans, though. He seemed unphased by the rain, though the woman was doing her best to continue sheltering him. He once more ignored her comments about it rusting over--she wouldn’t know the first thing about damage to something like this--before deciding there wasn’t much that could be done. He’d sharpen it when he got home, but for now, it was fine.

Pushing himself to his feet, he took the knife and slid it back into it’s holster, before readjusting his coat to cover it once again. Throughout all of this, he didn’t once notice how terrified he’d made the woman. Instead, he just wordlessly took the umbrella back and started into the park.

It wasn’t long before they made it to the small stand where she’d be able to buy her own umbrella. Once she was under the protection of the awning, he stepped back. He didn’t bother saying anything else, just giving her a nod before going on his way. While it wasn’t the most engaging encounter, at the very least it was over.

And hey, he got a cookie.

#hunter #you can reply if you want but that's all on hunter's end lmao

m-eghannicoli:

At the outburst to her right, Meghan almost jumped where she stood, but she composed herself enough to make it look like a mere flinch. Despite this, however, she couldn’t stop the small snicker that escaped her. Even though she absolutely loathed the idea of anyone trying to save her from a shitty situation, she could tell that this man hadn’t snapped at the other customer for her benefit. Cleary, this chatterbox was being much louder than she had thought.

Looking back at possibly the dullest man on the planet, Meghan shrugged. “Stirring up trouble from other patrons is a pretty clear sign that it’s time to be cut off.” She spoke the words as though it was a rule she had no control over. “Now…” Her attention turned to the customer that seemed to lack impulse control. “Do I cut you off too or does this emotional riot get itself under control with more alcohol?”

Hunter hadn’t meant to scare the bartender, but at this point he was too annoyed to control his outburst. It was effective enough, as the man finally left for the other side of the bar. He thought that would be the end of it but no, now the bartender decided to bother him. “I was just saying what everyone’s thinking” He huffed, readjusting in his seat. “Come on, I know you didn’t want to hear it either.”

With that, he finished the rest of his drink and placed it on the counter, sliding it towards her. “How about y’get me another double and we’ll see, yeah?”

sofia-bach:

“Cider has alcohol,” Sofia pointed out, deciding to keep her hands in her pockets. “Yes, certainly. I usually have some apple cider on weekends, and on special ocassions I have a glass of wine,” she swiftly answered. Still quite intrigued by the place, Sofia wondered what Hunter’s diet consisted of, and got on the tip of her toes to try and see what else besides rum he had in the kitchen cabinets –but couldn’t quite manage to catch a glimpse.

“Alright, then,” the young woman said quietly, awkwardly fidgeting with the buckle of her bag. Perhaps she was just imagining it… But Hunter seemed bothered about something. What, she couldn’t say. Nevertheless, it was more likely that Sofia simply had forgotten a few things of how he reacted and behaved. Everyone had pretty different ways of communicating –and, as close a friend she used to be with Hunter, it was quite possible it was just a matter of time changing people. In that regard, Sofia wondered how much she might have changed in his eyes.

“… You have quite a mess here, Hunter…” she finally commented, absentmindedly, picking up a sock from the kitchen counter. “I could come by one of these days and help you clean up, if you’d like. I imagine you’re pretty busy with your work… But it can’t be nice to come back to a dirty home. Especially when it surely can be so lovely when it’s all tidy and neat.” Half out of concern for her friend’s living conditions, half out of curiosity to know what the place was like all fixed up, even as this was supposed to be an opportunity to catch up and enjoy the last few days of summer, Sofia was still slightly fascinated with the cabin in the woods.

As Sofia explained her experience with alcohol, Hunter’s eyebrows raised. That’s barely anything, he thought to himself. How is she going to learn how to handle herself when she has something stronger? He paused for a moment after he fixed his drink before picking it up and offering it to her. “Here, it might be a good idea to try somethin’ a little stronger, just to get your body used to it and see what your limits are,” he said. “You don’t have to, but there ain’t a safer place to try. I’d rather you here than at some party.” Still, he wasn’t going to force it on her, just holding it out. “If y’don’t want it, that’s fine. I can just get you water.”

Hunter couldn’t help but grimace as she called him out on his mess, picking up his dirty sock as evidence. How the hell did that sock even get in the kitchen anyway? Maybe he should stop drinking at home so much. “Ah...no, y’don’t gotta worry yourself with any of that,” he reassured her, taking the sock from her hand and tossing it towards the closed bedroom door. Seeing the flying object, Boar finally got up from his spot to investigate, sniffing around the dirty laundry. Hunter just sighed. “You’re right in that I don’t got enough time, but I don’t mind it, honest. I’m just sorry you gotta see any of this,” he said, scratching his chin in embarrassment. “In any case...y’ready t’go out?”

#sofia #tw alcohol

Winter Memes - Hunter 🌲

Questions sent by @beaumont-ague and anonymous

Do you like any scented candles?

"No.”

Do you have any particular struggles in cold weather?

"No.”

Do you have any stuffed animal friends you cuddle with?

"No.”

Can I cuddle with you?

"No.”

Would you like to vent?

"No.”

How do you take time out for yourself this time of year?

"No.”

#meme #headcanon

♡ ♥💕❤ A PACKAGE HAS ARRIVED FROM CANDYGRAM !! ♡ ♥💕❤

[A box, decorated with hearts and flowers, is delivered. Inside, it contains: One Telegram, a box of chocolates, and a bouquet of roses.]

The Telegram reads:

To: Hunter Guerrero From: Sofia Bach Happy Valentine’s Day! Happy Valentine’s Day !!

Hunter sighed deeply. He knew he should have expected this from Sofia, but the feeling of guilt still persisted. Unable to bring himself to throw away the uselessly sentimental gesture, he managed to find a large enough glass to house the flowers while filling a second one with wine. Then he collapsed on the couch, ready for a night of getting drunk alone. “Hey, stop that,” he muttered to Boar, who was sniffing the chocolates. The dog made a grumbling noise before hopping off the couch to instead retire on the bed. Great, even his dog didn’t love him. Some Valentine’s Day this was turning out to be.

#sofia #happiestcandygram

♡ ♥💕❤ A PACKAGE HAS ARRIVED FROM CANDYGRAM !! ♡ ♥💕❤

[A box, decorated with hearts and flowers, is delivered. Inside, it contains: One Telegram, a bouquet of roses, and a bottle of wine from the Red Orchard.]

The Telegram reads:

To: Hunter Guerrero From: A Secret Admirer You’re like a broken staircase. You make me go head over heels.

Happy Valentine’s Day !!

What? The Fuck? Who the fuck was this from? Had there been some kind of mix up? The pure corniness of it all made him cringe and he immediately threw away the card, as well as the roses. At least he could drink the wine. He would definitely need it if he was going to forget any of this had happened.

#happiestcandygram

guinevere-bach:

“So, from what I understand, she got the best of you.” Guinevere said, a pathetic kid got the best of him. “Be creative.” She said, “Put drugs on her bag and make a teacher see, break her final projects, so she can’t deliver and fail the classes, I don’t care what you do, just do it and fast.”

Hunter grimaced at her remark but didn’t fight it. There was no use putting up an argument--it would just prolong the time they needed to spend together. At her suggestions, he scoffed. “I’m here to make her drop outta school, not get her arrested. Not to mention most of her final projects are essays, so that doesn’t work either.”

He let out a long sigh. “We were close, for a second there. But ever since she started dating Rose, she’s had a complete change of attitude and is trying harder than ever.”

#guinevere #now is the good time for sabotage suggestion :eyes:

fawn-weathers:

So the man wasn’t as much of a hardened brute as he appeared to be, then. Fawn knew, of course, she shouldn’t judge… But did it cost him anything to be a little bit nicer, after all? A rainy day didn’t have to mean he could just grumble his way through it. “Well… It’s nice to meet you, Hunter,” she said politely, glad that at least he had answered her, that at least he had thanked her.

“Have you arrived recently to Redwood Hollow?” Fawn continued to ask him, raising her voice to a higher, friendlier pitch, smiling just a little bit wider. “I must say, by this point I know most people in town… Are you here to see the sights? Chasing some job opportunity, maybe?” she suggested. After all, since the man seemed to be a bit too old to be a student, plenty of people passed by for work at the orchard, or at the university, or even to simply find a nice spot for themselves in that lovely town she had grown to call her home.

Hunter had hoped that this would be the end of the conversation but he should have known better. He took a deep breath through his nose as she continued on, prying into his personal life and business. “Job,” was all he replied back. Maybe the less he responded, the less she would speak. But more than likely, she’d fill the sound of silence with her own voice. As long as it meant he wouldn’t have to talk about himself, that could at least be a compromise.

Luckily for them both, they had almost made it to the park. As he turned the corner of the gate, his belt loop got caught on the iron-wrought latch, as well as the holster that resided there. The clasp popped open and the holster’s contents clattered to the ground, the pristine sound of metal clattering against pavement cutting through the rain. He turned around to see that his knife--a recently sharpened Spanto--now lay in the rain. With a sigh, he shoved the umbrella into the woman’s hands before going to pick it up, carefully inspecting it to make sure there was no damage.

#fawn #weapon tw

guinevere-bach:

Guinevere looked at Hunter, not at all pleased with his work recently. “Really? Because the last I heard, you were in a speeding date thing while she was home studying.” Guinevere said, looking at him. “Accelerate your timeline, and I will give you a Christmas bonus.”

It was extremely hard to get Hunter flustered but when he was called out like that, he flushed and grimaced. “That-- wasn’t my fault! Sofia asked me t’go and I only agreed because I thought she was coming with me. Then she cancelled and--” He cut himself off with a huff. It was no use arguing with Guinevere.

Her offer of a bonus was enticing, but he regarded it with caution. “How am I s’pposed t’do that? “Accelerate my timeline”.” He said with air quotes.

#guinevere

magicalflynnrider:

Flynn realised his friend was drunk out of his socks and didn’t realize that he knew him. Which made this amusing even more with the obvious flirting that was going on. It had been a while since Flynn had some fun that way so why not let it?

Hunter was a handsome man. In a million ways. He was firm and carried himself sometimes a bit more gracefully than he did now.

“Well why don’t come to my place then i can show you the magic. Of pottery that is.” He teased knowing fairly well that not much clay would come to work.

It was music to Hunter’s ears. Which was good because he needed something to drown out this ringing. “I think that’s a swell idea,” he said. Leaning back, he dug through his pockets to pull out his wallet, sliding a couple bills on the bar to pay for his many, many drinks, as well as this other guy’s. There was no poise, no clever transition--he was more than ready to just get going.

“Well? Y’coming?” He asked. There was a dirty joke in there somewhere, but he was too drunk to formulate it correctly.

#flynn #alcohol tw

sir-scamsalot:

Sunny shrugged. “Pack it up. Go somewhere new. Mostly to warmer places. Maybe this time will be different, though I’d have to rethink what I’m selling.” Most of his items were centered around summer and summer themed things. Except for sundials, of course. It was interesting that the man claimed to not be fond of law enforcement. He didn’t question it, as he knew everyone had their reasons.

Okay, so he wasn’t the best tour guide in the world. But it wasn’t exactly his fault. Plus, it was a bit distracting knowing that he had an attractive man sitting in his passenger seat. The distraction only got larger when he felt the man’s hand on his thigh. His eyes shifted from the road to the other’s hand and then back, unsure of what to do at this point. The tour sort of seemed pointless now, as he was sure the other really didn’t want one. At least, he was fairly sure it wasn’t the first thing on his mind.

“D-did you— still want the uh…” he started, looking at the other. “The tour?” In the back of his mind, Sunny knew that the answer was probably going to be no, but just in case he was reading this wrong -even if he was sure he wasn’t- he had to ask. “Or I could, pull over.”

Hunter gave a brief shrug. Couldn’t blame a guy for wanting to go somewhere warmer. “Yeah, you might wanna get some wares from this century,” he snorted, shaking his head. Truly, it would never not be funny to neg him about his sundials. He just couldn’t get over it.

For a moment, Hunter wasn’t sure he made the right move. Watching Sunny’s eyes shift about, he was starting to think maybe he misread the signs and vibes this guy was giving off. He braced himself for an awkward rejection but instead was met with a choice--a stuttering, nervous choice, but a choice nonetheless. He didn’t know the nicest way to say “of course I don’t want a fucking tour” so he instead opted to saying, “Yeah, you’re gonna wanna do that.” He threw in a squeeze of his thigh, just to seal the deal.

#sunny

guinevere-bach:

Guinevere looked at him, but let it go, after all the longest she complained about him being late, the longest this meeting was going to be, and they both had better things to do. “Did you made any progress?” Sometimes she felt like she was paying him to be Sofia friends, which was part truth, but it wasn’t his only job, she was getting impatience, maybe it was time to put her other plans in action.

Hunter sighed through his nose. He didn’t know why this had to be a meeting instead of a phone call, but fine. “Things are going. I’m keeping her from studying, so she’s starting to fail her classes,” he explained. He left out the part about her determination to bring her grades back up and to stay in school no matter what. He knew it wasn’t going to be an easy job but what else could he do?

#guinevere

MIM: Your position is shifting.

As he had been waiting in line, Hunter had heard Mim rattle off all sorts of nonsense and silly things to the people before him. But here she was giving him this one line, serious and somber. The two stared at each other in silence for a long time before finally he got up and walked away.

He didn't want her to see how much it had shaken him.

#happiestevent5

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