#beck oliver imagine

[storiesforallfandoms]

junker ~ beck oliver;victorious

word count: 2011

request?: no

description: after her car breaks down in front of the dreamy boy’s house, he helps her to fix it

pairing: beck oliver x female!reader

warnings: swearing, one mention of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

“No,” you said to yourself as your car began to slow. “No, no, no!”

You hit your steering wheel in frustration as the car came to a stop in the middle of the road.

This wasn’t the first time you had encountered issues with your shitty excuse for a car. It was definitely because the car was older than your parents. It was a miracle it even started in the first place, which, to be fair, it didn’t most of the time. You had no idea what your parents were thinking in buying you this hunk of junk to be your first car. They didn’t have to buy you a brand new sports car or anything, but they could’ve gotten you something from this decade at least.

You got out o the car to inspect what had happened. You opened the hood of the car and inspected inside. You couldn’t tell if anything was off because it all just looked the same to you. There was probably something, but you weren't exactly knowledgeable on cars.

You exclaimed in frustration and kicked the wheel, followed by a string of expletives as pain exploded from your toes.

“Car troubles?”

You turned to see a boy around your age stood at the end of a driveway.

“It just stopped,” you said. “I have no idea what’s wrong with it.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face as you realized how screwed you were. You were a few blocks away from home, so walking wasn’t necessarily off the table, but it would take you a while to get home. Not to mention you had no idea how you’d get the car back to your place, or off the road at all.

“Here, bring it into my driveway,” the boy said. “I’ll take a look at it.”

“How are we gonna get it into your driveway? It’s like...dead dead.”

He approached the car, taking a quick glance at the still open hood before reaching to close it. “Put it in neutral. I’ll push, you can steer.”

You weren’t sure if that sounded like a good idea - one person pushing a car on their own didn’t seem super doable - but you had no other choices. So, you got back into your car, waiting for him to get in place, then shifted the car into neutral. You started turning the wheel, shifting the car towards the driveway. It took a while, but eventually the two of you had managed to get the car into his driveway. You put it back in park as he came around to pop the hood again.

“I’m Beck, by the way,” he said as you got out of your car.

“(Y/N),” you responded. “Thanks for the help. I thought I was screwed.”

“Why are you driving a junker like this? It must be like, a century old.”

“My parents got it for me when I got my license. Something about wanting to get an older car as my first one until I learn responsibility, I guess?”

“So they gave you a rolling death trap?”

You scoffed. “Yeah, basically. I bet they’ll regret that now.”

Beck leaned in to get a better look at something. “When did they buy it?”

You shrugged. “A few weeks ago, I think.”

“Well, they’ll definitely regret however much money they wasted on this thing. It’s completely dead.”

Your eyes widened. “What?!”

Beck stood back up. “There’s not a single thing that works in this thing now. Engine is toast, battery zapped, starting motor gone. It’s a wonder this thing ever worked in the first place.”

You let out a long groan. As if your luck couldn’t get any worse. What were you supposed to do now without a car? You couldn’t go back to relying on your parents to drive you everywhere, and you certainly were not about to start taking the bus to school again.

“Do you have a phone?” Beck asked.

“It’s dead,” you said. “I was on my way home anyways, I thought I’d be fine.”

“Listen, mine is in my RV. You can use it to call your parents if you want.”

You eyed the silver RV in the yard. “You live in there? When there’s...a house?”

He chuckled. “I prefer to be on my own. The RV was the only compromise my parents would come to. If you’d rather not come in, I understand. I can bring my phone out instead if it would make you more comfortable.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. It’s starting to get dark, so it’s probably best if I wait inside instead of out here while it gets cold.”

Beck nodded for you to follow him into his trailer. It was a decent size, big enough for one person living there. It was also evident that a teenage boy lived there given the mess. Beck must’ve noticed, too, because he quickly started picking up dirty clothes and laundry from the floor, mumbling something about ignoring the mess. You quietly giggled to yourself.

Beck passed you his phone. You sat down on his couch and dialed your mom’s number first. It rang for a long time before an automated message told you she was away from the phone. You hung up and tried your dad’s number, only to have the same outcome. You rolled your eyes and hung up, handing the phone back to Beck.

“They must be busy,” you said. “God, this sucks. What am I going to do?”

Beck sat down next to you. He was close enough to you that you could feel his shoulder brushing against yours. You were suddenly very aware of your situation: alone in a trailer with a boy who was incredibly cute. A broke down car, no way to get home until your parents answered your calls. You shuffled awkwardly in your seat, looking down at your lap when looking into Beck’s eyes became too much.

“I could drive you home,” he offered. “Then, when your parents are home, you can tell them what happened and where the car is. Then they can decide if they want to come get it, or they can leave it here and I can salvage whatever parts I can from it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You think there’s anything salvageable from that car?”

“Well...the tires.”

You both laughed. You knew you should be getting home, but part of you also didn’t want to leave yet. Sure, you would still see Beck again whenever your parents decided to come get the car - if they decided to come get the car - but after that you may never see him again. He wasn’t familiar to you, and you were sure you’d remember someone like Beck at your school, so that meant he went to a different school. The likeliness of you two ever crossing paths again were incredibly slim.

But you also couldn’t just invite yourself into his place to stay for a while. You were still a stranger to him, and him to you technically. And you probably should get home so you could charge your phone, just so your parents didn’t start freaking out if they tried to call you and couldn’t get through.

So, you took Beck’s offer and followed him to his car. It was definitely a lot nicer than your old piece of junk. You were almost embarrassed that he had to see what you were driving before. The one silver lining to this whole situation was that your parents might actually buy you a good car after all of this.

You knew it was going to be a short ride to your house, so you had to make the most of it. You looked over at Beck and asked, “So, what school do you go to?”

“Hollywood Arts,” he responded.

“Oh! So that’s why I haven’t seen you around. You’re too busy becoming a big star.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so. Trying to, at least. I’m not a singer like most of the people who attend that school. I’m trying to become an actor after I graduate.”

“Hey, the world needs actors. That doesn’t sound like an impossible dream to achieve.”

He shrugged. You felt like the conversation was drifting away, and you desperately wanted it to keep going.

“I do appreciate what you did for me,” you said. “Most people in LA probably would’ve driven right past me and wished me luck.”

“I couldn’t let you just stay there stranded right in front of my place,” he said. “What kind of a guy would I be if I didn’t offer the pretty girl some help?”

Your face immediately burned at his compliment. You quickly looked away so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were.

“Still, I appreciate it,” you said. “And the ride home. I probably could’ve walked, come to think of it.”

“No way. I wasn’t going to let you walk when I have a perfectly good car that could’ve driven you home.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

He chuckled. You noticed the car slowing to a stop, and when you looked up you saw that you were in front of your house. You almost deflated with disappointment. Your time with Beck was finally, and unfortunately, coming to an end. There was no way you’d be able to see him again, you were sure of that. It was already pretty clear the both of you wouldn’t be running into each other at schooling events, unless you managed to make it out to a performance at Hollywood Arts that Beck just so happened to be starring in.

“This is me,” you said, trying to keep the sadness from your voice.

“So it is,” Beck said with a nod.

You looked down at your lap, trying to stall as much as possible. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I can repay you for all of this.”

“You don’t have to.”

“What if I wanted to? I mean, surely there’s something else I could do or give you as a way of saying thanks. Something more than that lump of junk that’s still sat in your driveway.”

He made a face. “No, that’s a terrible thank you gift actually.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m saying I want to give you an actual thank you gift.”

He thought for a moment and you waited patiently for his answer. Finally, he looked back at you and said, “There is something you could give me.”

“What is it?”

“Your number.”

He was holding his phone out to you. You looked from his phone up to his face. You were almost sure this wasn’t real, that you were hallucinating that this was happening. But the longer it took for you to take Beck’s phone and put your number in it, the more his face was starting to show worry. As if you were about to turn him down.

“Yes!” you finally blurted. “I mean...yeah. Yeah, I can...I can do that.”

He seemed amused by your flusteredness. You quickly took his phone and typed in your name and number before handing it back to him.

“You better get your phone charged,” he said. “Otherwise, how am I supposed to try and plan a date with you?”

Oh, he smooth.

You wanted to say something back that was equally as smooth, but you were at a loss for words. Instead, you just nodded your head for a long time, like a crazy person, before finally saying goodbye for real and getting out of his car. You could feel him watching you as you walked up to your front door and let yourself in. He didn’t leave until the door closed behind you, and even then he waited for you to lock it and turn on the light over the door.

Once you were alone, you leaned back against the door and you couldn’t stop the wide smile that broke out across your face.

Okay, at least there were two silver linings to that stupid thing breaking down.

#beck oliver #beck oliver imagine #beck oliver x reader #avan jogia #avan jogia imagine #avan jogia x reader #victorious #victorious imagine #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Beck and Jade supporting you when you perform

"You could at least clap for the other performers," Beck whispers into Jade's ear as his girlfriend lays her head on his shoulder while leaning against him. The two watch the person onstage finish their number with a flourish and a big smile. The crowd around them burst into applause as some yelled out their support for the performer and cheered loudly while the latter took their bow. Though Beck did not know them, he still clapped politely; Jade made no such move. Instead, she crossed her arm and stared blankly at the stage.

"Why?" Jade lifts her head and turns to Beck, the frown on her face obvious. "I don't care about their performance and I don't want people to think that I do."

"Because it's the polite thing to do." He gestured to the people around them. "They're performing in front of a crowd. It's a big deal."

"They're at a performing arts school. They're in the wrong place if they're afraid of being in front of a crowd." Jade shrugs, eyes darting to the stage when she hears the host announce you as the next performer. She sits up, eyes immediately finding you coming out of the wings of the stage and a small smile appears on her face. "I'm here for [Name]."

#jade west x reader #jade west imagine #jade west imagines #beck oliver x reader #beck oliver imagine #beck oliver imagines #victorious x reader #victorious imagine #victorious imagines #jade west x reader x beck oliver #beck oliver x reader x jade west #poly writing #poly x reader #yoshino writes imagines #birthday event #birthday event 2023

[statticscribbles]

Colour Vision

Summary: Jade West/Reader/Beck Oliver soulmate au where you see color when you look your soulmate in the eyes

Tori had said she’d be at the front office to meet you to help you with your schedule but she was probably late like always and you were getting worried you'd end up being late to your first class. She was the entire reason you'd transferred to Hollywood Arts. Your acting and singing skills got you in, you know that, but you would have never thought to actually audition if Tori hadn’t pushed you. It’s why you were her best friend at her old school. You knew she had new friends now and you didn’t feel threatened by them at all, in fact you were relieved it wasn’t just going to be the two of you. You still wanted to find your soulmate and since Tori had found hers you knew you’d have to branch out on your own to search.

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm, just waiting for Tori, Vega, she’s uh supposed to help me with my schedule…” You frown at your phone and look up when you hear a laugh.

“I’m Beck, one of Tori’s friends; she’s probably going to be late; but I can help, here.” Beck’s smile is so comforting you find yourself nodding and handing over your schedule to him.

“Thanks…”

“Y/N.” You smile back and look him in the eyes. Brown. His eyes are brown; but so much of the school is still gray when you know they should be bright colours; Tori has said as much and you want to say something but he just nods and spins you around.

“You first class is right there, I have to go, I’ll meet you here for lunch I swear. I can see colours too, don’t stress.”

You try not to think about it, how your soulmate might not even be your whole soulmate and he’d run off. You try your best to avoid saying anything or walking into anyone but of course that’s not your luck. You stumble, spilling a coffee over a girl, you frown, you can see the brown stain but everything about her outfit and hair are grey. You squeeze your eyes shut and sigh preparing to let her yell at you.

“Jade sit down, you can’t even see the stain, everyone knows brown is still gray to you.” The teacher chides and you think it should be a joke but it’s still harsh, Jade doesn’t seem upset but she still walks out. You sit next to another girl who introduces herself as Cat.

“So what was that about?”

“Oh Jade? Yeah she can’t see all the colours, Beck’s not really her soulmate…” Cat mumbles and Jade looks up having walked back in, glaring, but before she can threaten her, your eyes widen, her’s are blue green.

“Oh… that’s uh, interesting,, excuse me!” You turn and run out of the room. You knew the probability of meeting your soulmate was high. But you’d thought you’d already met him; Beck, who had helped you with your schedule had suddenly had brown eyes. You’ve never heard of anyone having two soulmates. And you knew with your luck, Jade, probably hated that guy's guts.

Of course you run into Beck and then before you can say anything Jade is on your heels and they’re both pulling you into a hug. You’re just squished between them and you’re expecting them to start yelling but instead they both sigh.

“We’re so happy to have found you.”

“Found me?” You blink at them, wide eyed and shocked, apparently they were both your soulmate, which made sense as they were each other’s but not complete without you, which was why they couldn’t see colour.

“What do you want from this?”

“To be with you, and you?”

“To be with you.” They answer at the same time and all three of you laugh.

Senior year; so much has happened. You, Jade and Beck and only grown stronger in your relationship, proving that the soulmate colours were always the right choices.

“So we’re actually going to graduate!”

“I know it feels like it’s been centuriessssss.” You drag it out and Jade laughs.

“While you two are making jokes, I’ve arranged a date for all of us.”

“A date?” “Mhm, after graduation.”

“Can we have a hint.” Jade smirks at him.

“Just figured we should start our ‘after high school’ journey with a good solid first date with all of us.”

“Are we going out for ice cream?”

“Uh, no…”

“We are!” You clap your hands together and Beck scowls playfully. Clearly annoyed you’ve gotten the date plan, it was the same as the first date Jade, you and him had all gone.

Beck seems far more nervous than a usual ice cream date and you and Jade go to the bathroom to try to guess what he’s worried about.

“I bet it’s about the college he got into… you know he was stressing about being near us.” You nod, Jade and you had been accepted to the same art college, but Beck had applied late so he was still waiting for his response.

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Beck Oliver Masterlist

none yet!

#imagine #imagines #x reader #oneshot #nickelodeon #nickelodeon x reader #nickelodeon oneshot #nickelodeon imagine #victorious #victorious oneshot #victorious imagine #victorious x reader #beck oliver #beck oliver x reader #beck oliver oneshot #beck oliver imagine

[prismatica-the-strange]

Send me some wacky situations to put the Hollywood Arts gang in?

#please? #I wanna write for them so bad #beck oliver imagine #Victorious #Finally falling in #send asks

[kaicubus]

Dating Beck Oliver

warnings ✩° : fluff, me cursing, but that’s it.

pairing ✩° : beck oliver x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : i used to be such a beck fan when i was younger UGH.

- Ok, as much as I love Beck and his long, shaggy hair, he would have his moments of being a bad boyfriend. Not that he doesn't care about you—he does—it’s just that he lets other people flirt with him, mostly girls but on occasion some guys. He just likes the attention but that’s something he can’t really control, he’s cocky and flaunts his appearance just like anyone confident would, it just pisses you off ((rightfully so)).

- Besides that, Beck is a pretty good boyfriend for the most part. He knows what to say for the most part and loves giving you gifts and showing lots of PDA. Beck doesn't really understand certain social cues when it comes to affection or you so he’ll randomly pull you into kisses by your waist or whisper something in your ear for the sole purpose of messing with you.

- He smells like expensive, dark, perfume with lots of musk notes and always drinks espressos. Somehow he’s still always tired.

- Speaking of his bad sleeping habits, Beck falls asleep on you regularly in class by leaning on your shoulder and promising he’ll only be asleep for 10 minutes. In reality he sleeps for the entire period and sometimes after, making you both late for your next class.

- Loves holding you with his arm thrown over your shoulder especially when you're both talking to friends, it’s his way of looking cool and nonchalant.

- You love calling him out for having this sort of attitude. Especially when he’s the type to call people posers jokingly because they don’t know the name of a song by some obscure band in the 80′s. But when he tries pulling that shit with you? Gone. You do not let that slide and call him out for wearing a fake vegan leather belt.

- Beck gets really defensive when he’s wrong, but you always fight for your place and do it with such ease it’s CRAZY. After a bit of ignoring each other, Beck will go back to normal and so will you.

- This guy will write poems about you, since he doesn’t really sing much, and he keeps his poems messily stuffed in his backpack or in his locker. He never shows you them because they're more of a personal hobby he has, but he takes pride in his work and often boasts about them to you. When you confront him about how you've never actually read his work, he pats you on your head and changes the subject, not ready to discuss the complexity of his writing with you in a hallway that has band kids crawling about.

- Dates are spent usually on a low budget, but it’s ok because you both really enjoy the little things and less extravagant moments with each other. This means him playing on his acoustic guitar and you humming along under the night in his trailer, taking you out to cheap restaurants to try the food, and going to concerts.

- He does cute boyfriend things like holds doors open for you so you can walk in first, feeds you on occasion at lunch, and walks you to your classes before his own, stuff like that. Just. Cute things. Beck is cute. Beck is so cute.

- Will occasionally hit the top of your head with the spine of his current novel to get your attention.

#victorious #victorious imagine #victorious headcanons #beck oliver #beck oliver x reader #beck victorious #beck oliver victorious #beck x y/n #beck x you #beck x reader #x reader #kaicubus #beck oliver imagines #beck oliver preferences #preferences #imagines #gn!reader #victorious preferences #victorious imagines

[homeschooled-hermit]

Y'all already know this probably but Jade seems to get more deranged when Beck isn't around.

#victorious imagine #jade west #beck oliver #beck and jade #Here I am again making previously made observations #bade

[actually-phoenix]

The poly experience is trying to date the entire love triangle

#victorious #jade west #beck Oliver #jori #jade x tori #tori vega #bade #jade x beck #beck x tori #poly #wlw #cobra kai #sam Larusso #tory Nichols #robby keene #samtory #imagines #sam x tory #sam x robby #tory x sam #tory x Robby #jade x tori x beck #sam x tory x Robby

[blahblahblees]

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── victorious masterlist

tori vega

none

andre harris

dating andre harris college au (from oxangejuice)

beck oliver

none

jade west

dating jade west headcanon (from oxangejuice)

robby shapiro

none

cat valentine

none

trina vega

none

#tori vega #andre harris #beck oliver #jade west #robbie shapiro #cat valentine #trina vega #nickelodeon #nick #victorious #imagines #blurbs #wips #writing

[obviousflirtations]

I’m opening up requests! I’m in a bit of a writing slump and this usually helps me!

I wrote for various fandoms:

- Teen Wolf

- Vampire Diaries

- Victorious

- Voltron

If you want it as a song imagine/one shot let me know! If you have a specific song for it send it too!

#one shot request #one shots open #teen wolf one shot #teen wolf imagine #vampire diaries #damon salvatore x oc #damon x reader #requests are open #voltron drabble #beck oliver

[asbestieos]

i described tomokoi as like in-universe one direction a lot but they were more like disney stars in middle school

#you can imagine the shock across the nation of japan when they learned that jade west’s actor attempted to murder beck oliver and his enti #re family (read: bad analogy but approximate) #(also read: shinji was in fact framed for attempted murder) #astaposting #tomokoi

[storiesforallfandoms]

Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐

THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia

DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐

THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`

THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐

1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐

THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf

8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`

MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`

EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`

CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐

SWAGGERSOULS our next step`

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

#imagines #imagine #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #masterlist #number three

[t-305tv]

Imagine this in a Victorious reboot episode. It the force wedding of Jade and Beck and Jade says the wrong name at the alter.

Something like this

Priest: Do you Jade West take thee Beck Oliver to be your husband

Jade: I take thee Tori...

Every gets shocked but not surprised

Tori to someone random: do you think I should go up there?

Hours later you see Tori and Jade in bed making out.

Something similar to Friends Ross' and Emily's wedding when Ross said the wrong name.

If you want to uses this in a story or make it into one you can.

#victorious #torivega #victoria justice #victoriajustice #jori #elitoria #elizabethgillies #jori vest #jori>othervictoriousships #jade west #bade sucks #bade #beck sucks #beck oliver #friends reference

[shoelacestied]

soft music plays from the small alexa on the front desk at the library, a pretty sound as beck organizes the books on the holiday display across from the desk. kids from the sing along class helped her decorate it with twinkling lights, shiny plastic snowflakes and autumn leaves they all picked from outside and a small menorrah sat in the front .. it's honestly the closest she's come to celebrating in years.

soon, the stillness of the library is broken up with the ringing of the bells on top of the door that oliver put up on her first day without a word. a man with dark blonde hair and a beard makes his way to the desk and she grips the christmas romance novel in her hands a little tighter and offers up a small smile, " i can't imagine you're here for this afternoon's holiday arts and crafts class ? but, if you are i hear they're making crowns. "

/ @tobeblamed

#main » this may be a sad chapter but you are not a sad story #tobeblamed #( hello snowflake !! i'm so dang excited for them mostly bc you love her sm 🥺) #( i hope this works but if it doesn't please let me know and we'll figure it out together ! )

[pleinsdemuses]

𝑾𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺 👀

Frank Castle x Karen Page

Frank Castle x Natasha Romanoff

Joel Miller x Maggie Rhee Smith

Joel Miller x Alicia Clark

Grant Ward x Daisy Johnson

Marc Spector x Lara Croft (a Moon Knight x Tomb raider crossover omg)

Marc Spector x Katherine Pierce

Brock Rumlow x Sinthea (ofc ofc my fav toxic couple)

Brock Rumlow x Sharon Carter

Bucky Barnes x Brock Rumlow

Bucky Barnes x Dominika Egorova

John Wick x Dominika Egorova

John Wick x Natasha Romanoff (just imagine these two meeting on a mission)

Leo Barnes x Sidney Prescott (where he is her bodyguard in Scream 👀)

Dr Chris Beck x Ellen Ripley (in an Alien verse)

Shane Walsh x Judith Grimes

Aleksander Morozova x Mary Stuart

Aleksander Morozova x Morgana Pendragon

Aleksander Morozova x Yennefer of Vengerberg

Geralt of rivia x Daenerys Targaryen

Loki x Lady Sif

Loki x Yennefer of Vengerberg

Loki x Morgana Pendragon

Dean Winchester x Katherine Pierce

Dean Winchester x Rebekah Mikaelson

Billy Russo x Harley Quinn

Ragnar Lothbrok x Lagertha

Rollo x Gilsa

Jamie Fraser x Claire Beauchamp

Rick Grimes x Claire Redfield

Leon Kennedy x Claire Redfield

Yennefer of vengerberg x Stephen Strange

Darcy Lewis x Stephen Strange

Jane & Loki

Katniss Everdeen x Oliver Queen

Yennefer of vengerberg x Daemon Targaryen

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Little Wonders

Thrixe Varzim || Present Night

Thrixe looked at the beads and hair ties, examining the shades of fuchsia on display. He’d already picked a few blue beads to go with his tie of that color; not too many, he couldn’t spend excessively, but it was nice to be able to experiment with how he looked for once.

Without anyone asking questions.

Ullane would have them. She’d disapprove. She wouldn’t forbid him, he was sure of that - but she’d make it clear he would be crossing a line if he acted on his feelings.

The violet put his fingers on the soft, filmy scrunchies. If only there were ones with sea foam accents…then again, that would betray him even further.

It was a nice little store, one for highbloods and midbloods, and lower key than many shops of its ilk he’d gone into before. So…harsh, so modern and upscale that he immediately felt sure everyone could see he didn’t belong, didn’t even know how to shop there. Nor did he have any servants like many of the trolls present.

Servants. He couldn’t imagine ever having servants. How did people function if they couldn’t take care of their own space by themselves? He was used to their presence at all the functions he’d been to - had frequently been placed among them, to their discomfort - but actually having trolls at his beck and call? It was unfathomable.

Linnae had mentioned his caretaker had had them...Thrixe recalled the Flora servants from his own childhood. He’d heard them more than seen them; like anyone who wasn’t his proctors, they’d been instructed to not speak to him. Their gossip and laughter had been a fairly consistent hum of background noise, the smell of the food they cooked...he’d done his best to shut it out, to numb his curiosity.

For a time he’d tried to think himself better than them, but his proctors had made it clear how woefully wrong he was.

He realized he’d been standing there for an oddly long time when the young cashier gave a polite cough, and he spun around, fins rippling in embarrassment.

“S’allright, orchid.” they said in a friendly drawl, a casually dressed olive in a floppy hat. “Just come pay, yeah? You’re awfully skittish for a water breather.”

He walked over, beads and ties in hand, and put down a few bills, dropping the change they slid him in the small clay tip jar. It had wavy blue designs painted on it, simple and a bit wobbly. Probably a wriggler’s work.

They noticed him looking and tapped the edge with a claw, the sound pleasant.

“My ash sells ‘em, if you’re interested.“

He shook his head.

“Can’t blame me for tryin’.” They said with a shrug, going back to their phone.

He left the store, blinking slightly in the moonlight.

What would Linnae like?

He’d already sent Mikiel a fine cookbook of re-creations of historical dishes. The fuchsia liked simpler things, trading cards and plushes, animals and magic...though their knowledge of nature was impressive. He hadn’t known how careful you had to be with its balance before.

Thrixe walked along the street, keeping an eye out for any shops that inspired him. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Why was this so hard?

He stopped. Of course, he was overthinking.

He whistled, a short signal, and Archimedes flew down to greet him, landing on the pavement.

“Let’s make him something.” He whispered to the gryphon, who chittered and groomed his wings quickly before looking up at the seadweller expectantly.

He walked for a while to the woods that bordered the town, and searched for stones that were large and flat enough for his purposes. Archimedes caught prey and sharpened his claws on trees, and sometimes Thrixe borrowed his body to search with for what he needed, or keep an eye out for predators. 

The gryphon’s vision and hearing were excellent, even if his sense of smell wasn’t as acute as a troll’s. In a short time, and only needing to avoid one juvenile cholerbear that seemed more interested in trying to eat a beehive anyway, he’d found what he needed.

Thrixe went back to the small motel he was staying at - much to the bafflement of the staff, one of whom had flat out said that the highest troll who’d ever been there before was teal - and sat on the floor of his room, supplies laid out in front of him.

Dirt. Water. Moss. Flowers. Everything here he could sense except the rock - well, only the microbes on it.

He breathed in and out, focusing, feeling the pigments of the flowers, the moss’s tiny spirals of leaves. He plucked a few petals off and carefully placed them on the rock, along with some greenery, a little water and a thin layer of soil.

The seadweller shut his eyes, and when he opened them, they glowed violet-white.

The moss and petals grew around each other into a design, with a soft noise of shifting foliage, creating an image of a coiled dragon with pink-petal eyes and other pink accents. It wasn’t perfect - he realized with some embarrassment it was a bit wobbly, like the waves on the jar - but it was still recognizable as his friend’s other form, grown directly from the rock.

It had taken a few seconds and a flicker of power. He could easily get better, he mused as he shook the rock gently over the wastebasket to get the excess soil off.

Maybe he shouldn’t give Linnae anything less than a perfect work. Would Mikiel be disappointed in him if he did?

No, he wanted the mage to see it. Even if it was imperfect, it was his first piece of this kind. He wanted...he hoped it would make him happy. Or at least, that he wouldn’t think it was weird.

Who was he kidding, the whole process he’d used to make it was weird, he could grow plants with his mind, no psiionics involved. It was so satisfying.

Linnae didn’t seem to mind his strangeness. Not yet, anyway. Maybe once he’d learned more of the world he’d realize the kind of company fuchsias usually kept, and none of it involved disgraced, half-horrorterror violets.

Thrixe almost wanted to paint the fuchsia, yet he was sure that despite all his skill he couldn’t quite capture the way their beautiful fins shone with multiple colors, or how his dragon form’s fur glimmered beneath the pink and green moonlight.

Or how he looked when he was focusing, trying to learn, or when he had just bought something new...

He shook his head, gently wrapping the rock in tissue paper.

Hopefully, Linnae would like the present.

Archimedes dozed on the edge of the bed, but he cracked a green feline eye to look at Thrixe with what the violet could swear was amusement.

He looked away, fins flared and face flushed slightly violet.

“Shut up.” he mumbled, perfectly aware how pathetic his tone was.

The gryphon chirped mock-innocently before settling back down.

Thrixe sighed. He had to try, didn’t he? He had to make some kind of effort, corral his thoughts more efficiently. He was a lost cause with Mikiel, but that didn’t mean it had to happen again.

He knew what boundaries he had to keep for everyone’s sake.

He’d hold to them, no matter what.

#cloud writes #thrixe varzim