#chat:flynn

[punzieeeee]

who: rapunzel & @flynnstopher​ where: the isle anniversary

It hadn’t been long since she’d separated from him, but Rapunzel had some earth-shaking news to tell Flynn. In the small window of time when he’d been off getting their dinner, she’d been approached by a woman who felt like a ghost of the past, even if she had never met her before. As much as she wanted to keep this to herself for the night and tell him in the morning, just to keep their seemingly perfect evening going in that direction, Rapunzel knew that he would want to know now. They were trying to be better at not keeping things from each other, and as much as she wanted to trust Zhan, who seemed to have purer intentions than her sister, there was something about her that made the blonde uneasy. She supposed there was nothing about someone with the name Gothel who could ever make her feel otherwise.

As the night grew near and the sun was nearly set, it was almost time to set off the lanterns in the same fashion that they’d been on her birthday in the past. Rapunzel didn’t know if she’d ever get used to seeing them up so close after staring through a window for most of her life. Instead, now, she watched them beside someone who made her heart skip a beat every time he said her name or looked her way. With their lanterns in hand, she and Flynn made their way toward the water. “I have something to tell you,” she started, slow, “and I think it might freak you out, but something happened while you were gone before. I’m okay, and we can talk about it tomorrow, it’s just--I want this night to be perfect, y’know? It’s been kind of perfect so far, and I don’t wanna ruin it.” Rapunzel paused, stopping in her tracks to look at him for a moment. “As long as I’m with you, we’ll be fine, right?”

[landonlocks]

who: landon & @flynnstopher​​ where: oogie’s casino

One of the things that made working shitty hours for his uncle worth it was the space for his weekly poker club that had its own table on the main floor, in his favorite spot. Landon mostly served as the dealer, as someone who wasn’t technically supposed to be gambling in his family’s own casino, but that rule only stood if Oogie was in the building. Tonight, he thankfully wasn’t, and new blood was supposed to be coming to the circle, per the recommendation of Sadie. Landon had heard of a Flynn Rider before, who had a reputation that preceded him, and he decided he’d allow it. One of the guys couldn’t make it tonight, anyway.

At the end of their rounds, Landon was colored impressed by the newcomer, though he’d never tell Sadie that she had a good idea--not over his dead body. Instead, he found himself ordering a beer for the guy after they were finished before he could slip out. “Man, who taught you how to play like that, and why haven’t I met them?” he teased, holding out the pint glass in peace offering after his own rather unsuccessful night. “You should come around again--I try to do this once a week, or so. It’s mostly the same crowd, but every so often we find someone worthy enough to join,” Landon added, giving Flynn a wink.

[sharpayyyyy]

who: sharpay & @flynnstopher where: gracey mansion

Whatever had just gone on on the second floor of the mansion, it had been fucking weird. The redhead she'd run into was most definitely not human, as Sharpay had deduced within about five minutes of speaking to her. She knew that there were rumors of the mansion being haunted, or supernatural in some way, but never did she think she'd actually see evidence to prove it correct. Crazy shit was happening tonight, but instead of scaring off her brother, she needed to find someone else to help her figure out what the fuck was going on.

As she came down the stairs, the first person who her eyes laid on happened to be her costar. Sharpay barreled down the stairs, slipping her arm into his as she reached him. "Hey," she cooed, her voice in concerned pitch. "You, um, have a minute, Flynnie? 'Cause I, um, think there's some seriously weird shit going on in this house. Not fucking with you. Have you been upstairs yet?"

[punzgothel]

continued from here for @smolderholder​

Rapunzel and Flynn had talked, but not truly spoken, since she made the whirlwind decision to kiss him at midnight. She’d spent weeks wondering if it was a good decision, but it seemed like her answer lied in how much he had been avoiding her since then. He was out of the house at the crack of dawn, not to return until the sun had already set. Ironically, it was Kit who had helped her follow her heart out of the house and to the small park a block away where she thought she’d seen Flynn heading. It was a little crazy, following him like that, but she couldn’t help herself. Rapunzel knew what she had to do now, and somehow, the answer was clear in the person who had been there all along. 

“Flynn?” she called out as she approached him, his expression a tired one. She hoped that it was from the early morning rise instead of the sight of her. Taking a reluctant seat next to him, she gave a sheepish smile. “I know. I mean, I know all of that, that I had to have changed your life because you changed mine. I don’t know what this is, but I was hoping you’d say that, about a dream.” As much as she had dreamt of her life outside of her tower, she could have never imagined meeting someone like him, not ever. Somehow, he was exactly the right person for her, even though he was also the least expected. “I had a dream for a long time, and you’re the one who helped me make it come true. All this time I’ve been here, it’s like I’ve been sleeping, but not dreaming, because if I had been, I think I would’ve realized it a long time ago.” She turned, shifting on the bench to face him. “It’s you. You’re my new dream.”

[lydia-hastings]

Her hands shook as she shifted the handle of the car seat between them, trying to steady herself before she walked into the bar. Good parenting 101 probably said something about not bringing your tiny baby into a bar, but she had moved beyond that point. He wasn’t answering her calls, he hadn’t answered any of them and she needed to talk to him. He wasn’t going to avoid her forever even if he wanted to. If he wasn’t going to avoid her then he didn’t to start hiding a hell of a lot better. Taking a deep breath she slipped through the door, instantly tightening her grip on the seat as she walked up to the bar, trying to seem more put together than she was. “Flynn. I want to talk to you and I’m not leaving until you let me.” 

@flynnxhastings

[punzieeeee]

who: rapunzel & @flynnstopher where: the hopper wedding when: after flynn and flik's crash

It would've been the most romantic thing Rapunzel had ever seen, had it not been immediately followed by Flynn coming in behind the man trying to crash the wedding. Although it seemed that the bride had already sorted herself out, it was the thought that counted, and she could tell from the very look in the man's eyes as he confessed how he felt for the blonde at the end of the aisle. What mattered to her most, though, was that somehow Flynn had found himself in the middle of it, as far as she could tell, and the very moment everyone's eyes shifted to the two near the altar, Rapunzel excused herself and practically dragged Flynn into the hallway.

The moment she was sure the two of them were alone, Rapunzel pulled him into a quick, tight hug before taking a step back to inspect him for injury. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?" she asked hurriedly. "What are you doing here? How did you even get in?" Rapunzel had a million and one questions she could ask, coming out in rapid fire as she attempted to wrap her head around this. "Sorry, I--I'm so happy you're here, I just ... how are you here?"

[punzieeeee]

who: rapunzel & @flynnstopher where: the living room, their place

It was another night well spent at the gallery for Rapunzel, who had brought some pieces to show Finnick for a potential second showing of her work. He was so kind, and took such an interest in her work in a way that Flynn and Cass simply couldn't. He appreciated every brushstroke, every artistic decision she made and understood why. She could feel him creeping in on her, a small but undeniable desire to want to impress him present. It wasn't the same way that she felt about Flynn, not even close, but if her roommate didn't want to move forward with anything after they'd kissed, then ... maybe Finnick could be another avenue to explore.

She saw none other than Flynn himself waiting in the living room for her when she returned, on the couch with the television on and his new script in his lap. Taking an earbud out, Rapunzel gave him a small wave as she slid her tote bag off her shoulder. As they hadn't seen each other since the morning, she took a seat beside him as he lowered the volume. "Doing some research?" she asked, nodding her head to the stack of papers in his lap. "You said you were meeting up with some of your costars for blocking, right? How'd that go?"

[punzieeeee]

who: rapunzel & @flynnstopher where: their place

Despite their mutual blonde friend telling her otherwise, Rapunzel had been convinced that she’d done it for good after telling Flynn that she loved him. She hadn’t really meant to make things even worse around their place, so, instead, she’d been spending more time at the gallery than ever. Rapunzel hadn’t poured herself into her art like this in a long time, but it felt good to have some method to escape while she tried not to think about how things were with her best friend and his recovery after getting hurt on set. Tonight, she was just enjoying the quiet at home after Flynn had presumably gone out with his co-stars, letting her art take a back seat as she had cracked open a book. 

As she was getting to a good part, the door cracked open, and the silhouette of the roommate she’d been trying to avoid came through the door. Rapunzel immediately slipped a bookmark in her page, shutting the book in her lap as she gave him a wave from the couch. “I didn’t think you’d be back already,” she said, flipping her phone over for the time. “Did you go out with the cast? You guys have fun?”