YAY! Then can I ask for Oz, Sawyer, and Milo (aka the non-binary babies) fluffy dates/headcanons?
My apologies that this is so so so late. I had blast writing it though.
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YAY! Then can I ask for Oz, Sawyer, and Milo (aka the non-binary babies) fluffy dates/headcanons?
Oz - Takes you to the library
Oz is super nervous, but you can tell they’re prepared and a little bit over planned because they seem to know exactly where he’s going all the time.
Your date is just when the leaves are starting to turn and there’s a little cold breeze in the air. They’re wearing a deep burgundy jacket and black Doc Martens.
When you arrive you realize it’s not just an ordinary library, but one that has huge pillars in the entryway. The inside feels old and worn, but in a cozy, warm way. The librarian looks up and waves at Oz. They must be a regular. What a nerd.
You wander around the fiction section for a while, whispering and pointing out favorite books along the way.
You travel up the spiral staircase to the more isolated parts of the library. Together you go to the microfiche (the one that scans old documents) and he has this list of old love letters from all different eras that he pulls up on the screen. Without explanation Oz starts reading them out loud. You’re mesmerized. Moved by the realization that your feelings parallel that of the words in the letters hundreds of years ago, you lean over and kiss them gently on the cheek.
Sawyer - Takes you to a graveyard, beautiful, peaceful
Sawyer can’t stand being inside.
As a kid they were out catching frogs and creating habitats for bugs every day after school
They rarely ever did their actual homework but loved to read all the time
They even like to sleep outside sometimes because their parents argue all the time and they’d rather be outside with the neighborhood cats and the whistling crickets
When they come to pick you up for your date you’re shocked to see that they didn’t drive or bike, and they must have walked for miles in the cool autumn air to get to you.
They stopped at the gas station on the way and bought the two of you hot chocolate and Takis for the journey. You gratefully accept.
Sawyer didn’t say where you were going, but you’re content just walking with them, looking up at the bare branches and listening to them complain about all the shit they had to deal with at school and at their job at the car repair shop.
You wind up at the graveyard. Sawyer tells you that this is the perfect place for a date precisely because there are no people here. They hate all people. Except you of course. Sawyer is starting to give you major Holden Caulfield vibes, but that’s ok.
Sawyer leads you to this massive oak tree with enormous roots. You find a comfy spot among them and sidle up together with your hot chocolate.
“People forget this.” Sawyer says, nodding at the graves and pointing with their free hand. “They’re all bothered with emails and whose lawn looks better and which brand of toothpaste to get and they forget this. Thanks for putting up with me. I’m not going to forget you.”
Milo - Takes you to the botanic gardens, at night
Milo tries to kill people in beautiful places. He feels it is only fair that at the end of their life that pitiful mortals should have an aesthetic experience.
The city’s botanic gardens is one of their favorite places to do this, but they said they have to be careful not to do this too often or they’re going to give it a bad reputation.
Milos has a sneaky, devious side and has absolutely no issue with having stolen a keycard from a gardens employee they killed last month. They claim it’s like a “tip” for giving him a nice death.
So this is how you came to be breaking into the botanical gardens at 1:00 am with the most attractive person at school.
Milo waltzes straight to the conservatory, listing off the latin scientific names of his favorite flowers. He starts going on about how he wishes he could live full time somewhere this humid- it would be so good for his skin.
Against your wishes to the contrary (“One is just fine!”) He plucks a black lily by it’s stem and places it into your hair skillfully.
“There. Now you look just like Girl with a flower in her hair by Pietro Rotari. Gorgeous.” You giggle nervously, but you leave the flower in place. “You are more beautiful than any painting. More beautiful than any flower. Even more beautiful than me!” Milo laughs haughtily and pulls you in for a deep kiss, knocking you over into the monsteras and soft soil.