#but I would like to be seen as more than just the family bookworm

[onlybeeewrites]

The Violinist

Pairing: x reader

Requested: no

Warnings: none, maybe light sexism

Part 2

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You had not come from a very prominent family. Not near as well known as any of the families of the Ton. Neither were you on the lesser side of money. Your family had more than enough to be comfortable, yet nowhere near the money that was flaunted by the upper class.

No. Instead you reside in a family of musicians. You, surrounded by your three brothers and your father, all enjoy the thrill of performing. They were hesitant to allow you to join them in their endeavors, but with much reassurance they allowed you to join them. The promise was kept as long as you remained in the back, hidden from others while your music echoed through the rooms. They didn’t entirely agree with you playing. A young woman of twenty and three focusing on music instead of finding a husband. But you loved what you did and that’s all that you cared about.

Your well-known family was one of the bands that would preform at the balls through the ton. Set up to one side of the room long before guests we’re ever to arrive, giving yourselves plenty of time to set up and prepare your instruments. You had played the violin. Rather beautifully in fact. Your brothers and Father played the rest of the instruments, some other violins, a cello, and the viola. Together, you all make the most beautiful music.

You had been almost blessed with such a talent from a young age, taking on the violin at about eight and catching on quickly. you were able to hear music and replicate it almost instantly and it was incredible. You absolutely loved it. Your parents had called you a prodigy of the instrument, your elder brothers amazed at how quickly you were able to pick such things up.

This ball was no different. It was about mid season, and the young ladies and gentlemen of the ton were in full sing of the social season of finding the right partner to court. This evening your family had the pleasure of preforming in Aubrey Hall, home to the Bridgerton family themselves. You had heard all sorts of stories about the family both from the whispers of the ball rooms to the scandalous readings of Lady Whistledown. From the rakes that were the eldest boys, to the Diamond that was Daphne, or the bookworm that was Elouise who had seemed to despise these lavish parties more and more with each year.

These people had intrigued you. You have seen people of all sorts within these parties, but those Bridgertons were the most interesting to you. For a family so wealthy, so well-known, they were so kind. It was not like the Culpers where they would stick up their nose at the nearest person who was beneath them. No, they were strangely kind. Though it all made your job much easier.

It never took too long for you and your family to set up and tune your instruments. The servants and such were all rushing around, getting some final arrangements done before all the guests were to arrive.

You, yourself we’re just finishing up your tubing when a younger female voice spoke up behind you, pulling you from your concentration.

“I remember you playing from a few other balls. Are you usually tucked in the back playing?” The voice spoke, causing you to turn to face one of the middle children of the Bridgerton family. Elouise Bridgerton.

You raised an eyebrow before you lowered your head in a greeting. “Miss Bridgerton,” you started before nodding at her words. “I do. I am Y/N Lyndon. I play often at these balls through the social season with my brothers and my father. Though my only place is in the back but I do not mind,” you say, and this leads even more curiosity from the Bridgerton girl.

“Hm. So you’re hidden in the back just playing. Listening to the room. Perfect for….gossip. Is it not?” Elouise then asked, which caused a confused look to come across your face before you had realized what she was insinuating. This laugh caused Elouise to narrow her eyes, “why are you laughing?” She questioned, “it’s because it is true. Isn’t it?”

You shake your head, recollecting yourself before speaking. “Forgive me, miss. Uh no, it is not true. I do not have the luxury of having so much time to write such gossip in the papers as Lady Whistldown does. I spend my time preforming and practicing and I do not have much time to write such things. Though it was a rather clear idea. A preformed hidden in the back? A rather good suspect,” you say before continuing, “though if I do hear anything of Whsitledown I’ll ensure that you are first to know,” you then reassure the young girl.

Eloise huffed softly as she could have sworn that she was close. But she was relieved that you would be able to help though.

Before she could speak, the eldest of the Bridgertons came up and placed his hands on Elouise’s shoulders, “excuse my sister, miss. She often speaks out of turn. Excuse us,” he said and before Elouise could utter another word he pulled his sister away.

You looked to them a bit in confusion, but assumed he either didn’t want Elouise to distract her before her performances, or maybe the Viscount didn’t want his sister interacting with a worker. Either way she didn’t mind. She lowered her head as Anthony came and went, turning and getting settled in her spot just beside her brother.

“You need to stop bothering people with that Lady Whistledown nonsense,” Anthony said as they approached Benedict and Colin as well. The two were already a few glasses of champagne down.

The two shared a look with each other before glancing to the other two siblings, “who are you bothering now with your hunt for Lady Whistledown?” Colin asked in an exaggerated sigh.

Elouise rolled her eyes, “I am not bothering. Just inquiring. And it was Miss Lyndon. The violinist,” she said, subtly gesturing to you who had just started to warm up amongst your brothers.

This seemed to catch the attention of the brothers as they took in your form. Hair done up simply but elegantly and a dress proper enough for a ball. Though it wasn’t anything extremely elegant or very outlandish. It was simple, but it was intriguing. A rather beautiful young lady playing an instrument instead of dancing.

“Intriguing…” Benedict hummed, obviously intrigued by a fellow artist. He was always drawn to such people with such creativeness. Then again, Colin was as well.

The brothers made a note to keep an eye on this certain violinist, hopefully they would see her preforming once more.

#Bridgerton imagine #Bridgerton imagines #x reader #angst #sweet #fluff imagine #onlybeeewrites #Colin Bridgerton #Colin Bridgerton x reader #Anthony Bridgerton #Anthony Bridgerton x reader #Benedict Bridgerton #Benedict Bridgerton x reader #Daphne Bridgerton #Daphne Bridgerton x Reader #Elouise Bridgerton #Elouise Bridgerton x reader #Artist!reader #Violinist!reader #unpaired reader #lady whistledown #requests open #open asks

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 3

Day 3 - Free Use with Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word count: 611

Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ only): noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap peeps) implied kidnapping, implied confinement.

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 3 Here we are! Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist / Librarian!Steve Rogers Masterlist

It was everything you’d ever read about: lilies and foxgloves akin to the ones mentioned in The Secret Garden hanging just outside the back door; siding and layout reminiscent of the March family home; and a private library even Sherlock Holmes himself would have had trouble not being envious of.

It was suppose to be a dream - specifically your dream - come true, except for the fact that it couldn’t be anything further from that. Instead, it's a nightmare born from a pure, lust-filled delusion, with you and your reading log being the prime sources of inspiration.

He finds you in the kitchen this time, the man who wishes for you to call him darling, honey, Stevie my love. You’ve been drying dishes for so long the tea towel begins to wear thin, the blue material repeating the same circular motion again and again. When he comes closer you move to the island, tucking the exceedingly clean cutlery away. You don’t acknowledge him.

His breath is hot against your neck and the pressing of his chest to your back sends shivers up your spine. “I got you something from your wish list, Bookworm.”

There’s a dense thud as a freshly printed copy of The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea is dropped beside you, narrowly missing your hand. It takes everything in you not to tense up at the sound.

You feel a tightening at the back of your neck, the grip firm and slightly calloused as the man who once made you smiley warmly with his wonderful book recommendations now pushes your face towards the cool marbled countertop, his other fingers slipping underneath your pleated skirt - one of many he makes you wear for his viewing pleasure - to tug your panties down. You can only try to ignore how they stick for a moment before he finishes pulling them to the ground.

Steve holds no such pretence, scoffing at the sight, “I knew you needed to thank me like this, just like how you knew I needed to come home to you and this sweet pussy you used to try to hide from me.”

You nod your false agreement. Attempting to fight it isn’t worth what could happen next instead of what usually follows. Unfortunately, you learned the hard way that Steven Rogers - once the world's sweetest librarian - is a hardened veteran who has yet to forget anything he’s learned during his military career. The basement door is locked to soothe you - the night terrors you experienced after the first and only sign of guilt you’ve ever seen your captor display.

When the head of his cock pushes past your wet folds there’s a collective sigh from you both, yours damningly headier than his. Your eyes unfocus for a few seconds, your gaze drifting briefly to the petal-filled backyard before his steady thrusts ground you permanently. Sometimes you wish he’d fuck you there just so you can feel the sun on your skin, feel like more than a part to play in the story of you and him.

Fingertips dig into the meat of your ass as he fucks into you without a care in the world. You hate it when he treats you like you’re special to him. Your disgust is momentary as his lips kiss promises into your skin, your neck being slowly covered with teeth marks and precious nothings. Involuntarily your hips push back and seek your pleasure for you.

You hate how you hate it less and less. 

Steve's thrusts grow more frenetic. "Good thing you know better now. My fantasy is your fantasy, Bookworm. And that'll never fucking change."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #and librarian!Steve Rogers is back #librarian!steve rogers #kinktober 22 #kinktober 2022 #bonkywobble writes

[shadowwolflady]

Shiro Headcanons

First and foremost,

Shiro is a WARRIOR. He does not simply LEAVE the battle field. I REFUSE to believe he simply accepted his civilian role.

He HAS to be put back into action. Even if that means commanding voltron or piloting black. Domestic life does NOT suit him.

Look at his Garrison days, he was constantly pushing limits and himself. I refuse to believe he will just STOP. I refuse to believe he just accepts things so easily, especially things he can change.

As much as I love that he wound up with Curtis, I don't think it will last. It was a trauma bond. Curtis is a rando imo. We don't know a lot about Curtis either, which makes this tougher.

Shiro is going to go through immense withdrawals and PTSD. He needs a crap ton of help and support.

Ptsd is trying and breaks relationships. I have seen it. It is not fun. It changes people, it makes them not who they were.

Okay. Rant over.

General

• Dad and big brother energy

• Semi smart jock energy.

• Protective of his family

• Willing to throw down for his family

• Will resort to violence when pushed.

• Will not be the one to throw the first punch, honorable for the other to throw the first blow.

• He is not above pulling someone away from an argument.

• He has picked someone up and moved them away from a confrontation so he didn't have to deal with the fighting.

• Tries to think through things logically first before going head long into the fray.

• Believes in his team and their capabilities. He knows their strengths and weaknesses and nurtures them.

• Knocks nonsense off. But will enjoy fun when he can.

• After Hunk, he is the best hugger. Despite not hugging alot. He actually likes hugs.

• Likes naps.

• Will nap in the lobby, close to the action, if it is quiet.

• Rarely uses rank as an argue point, he likes to have the opinion of his whole team.

• Will gladly lend an ear to anyone. But rarely has anyone lend an ear to him.

• Always likes to push the limits. He tests the line in an irritating way.

• He sets the routine for the group.

• Leads by doing.

• A bit of a bookworm. Can be caught reading if not looking up things.

• Has fallen asleep with a book on his face.

• He likes cats and dogs. In that order.

• He is the embodiment of Air.

• Scars on his skin are the victories he won. He is a little self conscious about them.

• His first and main love is the stars. His second is being a pilot.

• How he got into the Garrison was because he wanted to explore and push the boundaries of a human. Go further, farther, and faster.

Food

• Can cook a bit, nothing fancy.

• Doesn't like sweets

• Prefers coffee or tea over soda.

• Water.

• Likes savory.

• Can handle some spice.

• Drinks occasionally.

Hygiene

• Showers at night

• Toothpaste and mouthwash

Fighting

• Hand to hand

• Uses his arm as a weapon

• He is more of a brute force fighter vs stealth.

Prosthetic

• Self conscious about his arm.

• Doesn't like that he can't feel temp through his arm.

• Misses the feeling texture through it.

• Stares at it at night while he lays on his back in bed.

• On more than one occasion, pidge has asked to look over his arm. She has plugged it into her computer and tinkered with it, making adjustments for him.

Routine

• Wakes up at 530 for the day.

• Gets dressed.

• Warms up and works out before breakfast.

• Trains every 6 days. One day of rest. Even if it is just for 20 minutes.

• The others started to follow his routine. While he would spend time practicing, the others would do their own thing.

• If he can't sleep, he lays in bed and stares at the ceiling until he gets himself up and out of bed. He will wander around the castle, usually finding himself in the Bridge.

• He will sit and watch the stars or fiddle in his chair with the data on his computer.

• He likes looking at the star chart in the bridge.

• Sometimes he finds himself in the training room. He will meditate or just sit there quietly. Sometimes he will put on the practice bot.

• Sometimes he will head to the hangar and sit in front of Black or in the cockpit. It's his place to think and unwind.

PTSD and Trauma

• He rarely likes to sleep due to night terrors. But he will nap.

• He has scars he isn't proud of.

• He thrashes at night and has put holes and dents in walls.

• He has cried out at night.

Hope you enjoyed some of the headcanons I have for Shiro.

#vld shiro #shiro headcanons #takashi shirogane #shiro #shirogane takashi #vld #vld headcanons #voltron #voltron shiro #voltron headcanons

[dee-writes-smut]

THE BET

FEATURING Steve Harrington x fem!chubby!reader

CONTENT WARNING Steve falling in love with a literal stranger, reader is a bookworm, fluff, love-sick idiot, Robin (because she is a warning)

SUMMARY Who knew strangers could be so unforgettable

AUTHORS NOTE As promised, here is another fic! I thought this idea was really cute, so I just had to write it. Also, I based the reader off of how I see myself, so if any of you were wondering what I look like, this is pretty accurate in my opinion. Let me know if you would like to see a part two of their date!

Taglist @livsters

You were a stranger. An absolute nobody. Someone Steve had never seen before in his life, and yet when he ran into you haphazardly while rushing towards his car parked near the arcade from family video, he couldn’t help but melt. Steve didn't know if it was the way you let out a dramatic gasp when you ran into his large chest, falling onto the concrete and releasing the papers in your arms, or if it was the sound of your lower, but strong womanly voice as you apologized that sent butterflies tumbling through his stomach. He didn't even know your name and you already had him ready to swoon.

"I am so sorry!" You gasped, rushing to your feet and running after the fly away pages you were holding.

"No, it's my fault, I wasn't paying attention and-" Steve stopped himself from blabbing, frantically chasing after fly away papers in the street, scooping them up in his arms and handing them over to you. You took them from him, a grateful smile on your face as you tucked them into the crook of your arm before bending down to grab the small notebook you had also dropped during your collision. Meanwhile, Steve took the opportunity to really take you in. You were on the larger side, as far as he could tell. The hoodie you were wearing was obstructing his view from your stomach, but he could see that you were probably a C in bra size, your shoulders were broad and slightly masculine, and your legs--oh your legs. The light-washed boot-cut jeans you were wearing were displaying your deliciously thick thighs and beautifully sculpted calves and Steve literally started salivating at the sight. Damn. As you stood back up, he noticed that you were average height, most likely 5'5 (165.1 cm). You weren't what Steve was usually attracted to; pin-up stick thin girls with blonde hair- no you were different. First of all, you were a brunette, as far as Steve could tell, and you were larger, more pudgy in the face than any other girl he had ever set his sights on, but Steve couldn't help himself. You looked like a goddess in his eyes, absolutely perfect. When your almost clear blue eyes met his, framed by large black glasses that only complimented your complection, he noticed the natural rosy tint to your chubby cheeks and the dirty blonde color of your eyebrows. So, you weren't a natural brunette, interesting. Steve would bet money that you looked beautiful both ways, and he had full confidence that he would win.

"Thanks for the help, and sorry again for, y'know, bumping into you." You smiled kindly, clutching the large stack of unorganized, messy papers to your chest.

"No problem and seriously, it was my fault, I shouldn't have been running without looking where I was going and-" Steve cut himself on when he heard you snort softly under your breath, eyes lit with humor. He literally felt his heart melt in his chest. God, what he would do to see you again.

"Steve! Did you not hear me the first time?! CODE ORANGE! I repeat! We have a CODE ORANGE!" Dustin's high pitched voice yelled through the walkie talkie and Steve had never wished more for a child to be dead than in that moment.

"I think you should get that." You chuckled, "Thank you again." Was all you said before walking away, taking a piece of Steve's heart with you. Steve groaned, wishing he could see you again, to ask you what all those papers were for, but you were gone, and he was more likely to marry Jonathan Byers than to see you again. Letting out a sigh, he tried to shake himself free of the disappointment of your exit before answering Dustin, rushing once again to his car.

3 Months Later

Steve couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you again. Over 3 months since he ran into you, and here you were, nestled in the most secluded part of the Hawkins Library, reading from your small notebook and scribbling away at the small paper before turning in your seat to start typing away at the typewriter propped up on the table. Just the sight of you made him breathless, wearing a pair of black leggings and a large graphic t-shirt with the words 'Yeah... No' scrawled across the front.

"Steve!" Nancy whisper-shouted from his side. "You wanted to come with me and Robin, but if you aren't going to take this seriously, I'll sentence you back to babysitting."

"Sorry, it's just-" Steve stopped himself, not wanting to share his crush with Nancy of all people. Robin already knew, since he couldn't shut up about you ever since running into you outside his workplace. She teased Steve about his silly attraction to the girl, but Robin was secretly cheering for him, happy he finally found someone he might find his purpose in.

"It's just what?" Nancy asked, sounding slightly irritated, throwing Steve off. He wasn't thinking when he almost blurted out that the girl he ran into and had a massive crush on was inside the library. Steve wasn't sure if telling an ex that he had once loved that a girl he found insanely hot was weird or not. He didn't want to make anything awkward so he just waved her off.

"Nothing." He shook his head, watching as Nancy rolled her eyes at him playfully before walking off toward the newspaper section of the library.

"What's got your panties all bunched up, dingus?" Robin chuckled elbowing him in the side. "Is it the environment? Too much knowledge, your little brain is hurting." She laughed, clearly enjoying herself.

"Whatever." Steve muttered, annoyed.

"Okay, but seriously though, what has you going all gawky McGee over here?" Robin interrogated, narrowing her eyebrows at him.

"You know that girl I ran into a while ago?" Steve whispered, trying to avoid Nancy overhearing their conversation.

"No, you've only talked about her everyday for three months." Robin sassed, rolling her eyes. "What about her?"

"She's here."

"Like, here here?" Robin asked, shocked.

"Yeah, she's over at one of the tables in the corner, messy space." Steve informed, keeping his back to you as Robin inspected you from over his shoulder.

"Huh."

"What does 'huh' mean?" Steve nervously asks, uncharacteristically picking at his nails.

"Wow. Don't even know her name and you're already whipped." Robin laughed. "Huh, meant that she isn't what you usually go for."

"I know, but there is something about her." Steve trailed off, not quite sure about his infatuation with you either.

"Oh! I have a great idea!"

"Oh god, no." Steve groaned, Robin's 'great ideas' always ended with him either getting his ass kicked, or him getting extremely embarrassed.

"I am going to make you a bet." She smirked mischivously, "If you lose, you have to go ask her out, if I lose, you can pick my punishment."

"Okay," Steve reluctantly agreed. "What is the bet?"

"I bet that she is in college for," Robin trailed off as she studied you, "oh, I know! She's an education major!" Robin smiles proudly, looking at Steve cocky in her answer.

"Ok, so if she is literally any other major, I win?"

"Fairs, fair."

"Alright." Steve agrees reluctantly, and Robin smirks before taking off in your direction. That's when he truly regrets his decision. You were enthralled in what you were doing, fully focused on what you were doing, and completely unaware of the excited girl gunning it in your direction.

"Hello!" She shouts, a little too loud, startling you.

"Uh, hi?" You respond reluctantly and Steve groans inwardly. Really Robin?

"You see that hot guy over there?" The unknown woman asks you and you shoot her a weird look.

"The one with too much hair gel?" You ask, glancing over at Steve who immediately blushes, looking down at his feet. Robin busts out laughing at your comment.

"Dingus does put too much in doesn't he?" She asks, more to herself. "Anyway, we have a little bet running and if I win he has to ask you out." She explains and you get more and more confused. Sure, the guy was cute, and you remembered bumping into him when leaving the arcade one night, but you never expected anyone, especially a guy that hot, to be into you.

"What's the bet?" You ask, curious.

"What is your major?" The woman asks, bouncing in her place with excitement that you were playing along. "I'm an education major, I want to teach fourth graders." You immediately respond, feeling oddly at ease around this mystery girl.

"Yes!" Robin cheers, fist bumping the air. "Please hold..?" She trails off her request, awaiting you to answer with your name.

"Oh, Y/N." You respond, blushing at your late reply.

"Please hold, Y/N." and like a woman on a mission, the girl walks off back towards her friend.

"Guess who's getting their hot date with mystery girl," Robin taunts, sing-songingly. Steve sighs, embarrassed. "Get over there, lover boy, a bet is a bet." With that, Steve is nervously approaching your table, inching towards your busy figure.

"Um, Hi." He says awkwardly, getting your attention.

"Oh, hello." You blush upon seeing his arrival. That girl won her bet it seems.

"My name is Steve." He nervously says. Steve has been out of practice for way too long. "I'm Y/N." You chuckle, and Steve can feel his heart start to race in his chest.

"I bet my friend over there," he says honestly, pointing at Robin who waves at you, "bet me that you were an education major and you obviously are, so, basically, what I'm trying to say here is, will you go out on a date with me Y/N?" Steve stutters, bracing himself for rejection.

"Sure." You gently smile, but inside you're screaming. A guy has never asked you out before. This is wildly new to you, but it's exciting.

"Really?" Steve asks, disbelieving.

"Really." You monotone.

"Wow, great! Wow. What time should I get you?"

"How about I give you my number and you can call and tell me a day and time you're free and I will let you know if I can make it?" You ask, already ripping a small page from your equally small notebook Steve saw you clutching for dear life when he bumped into you. It must be important to you. You wrote down the number to your landline while Steve stood there awestruck at your answer. "Here. Call me." You smile warmly and Steve takes the page carefully before saying that he would see you soon and walking away. Clutching the tiny paper to his chest and secretly thanking Robin for making a stupid bet.

#steve harrington imagine #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x you #i love him so much #x reader #reader insert #dustin #dustin henderson #dustin stranger things #robin stranger things #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #stranger things #fanfic #writing #my literal husband #god i love this man so much #i might just explode #stranger things x reader

[totallynotadoptingallofthelnkids]

Frank Frankly is Frankly Quite Concerning.

Okay so I was writing down my thoughts on each character in a Google Docs because I love this ARG, when I realized that Frank is far more concerning than I would like to admit, quite frankly. So after 30-40 minutes of gathering my thoughts on him, here’s what I think about our lovable lil grump! From what someone else has pointed out, this is excluding Home as they are a separate entity from every other neighbor(at least it seems so), Frank is the outsider of the other neighbors. Every neighbor has a backstory, or a mention of family, or anything we can piece together from their description. Everyone besides Frank, who has a description that almost seems to avoid saying regarding his past, or any known details about him at all. Of every puppet, there has at least been a case where vital information either about their puppet, potential family, or ANYTHING has been found, something we have failed to see with Frank. He not only has the least amount of information on him, but it almost appears as if certain aspects of his character were purposely lost to time. As it stands, Frank is the only puppet that has had no concept work uncovered since the beginning of Welcome Home’s research and revival. While this could be written off as him potentially being a last minute edition, we have concept art from the creator dating back a few years when Welcome Home was initially conceptualized, so that couldn’t be the case. When it comes to Frank, it isn’t just his lack of backstory and history that sets him apart from his fellow neighbors. As someone else kindly pointed out, every neighbor is also united by name. Every single first name either ends in a -y or is still pronounced -ee whether it ends in a y or e. This sentiment is shared throughout every neighbor, save for Home and Frank Frankly. While we would expect this from Home, as it is its own entity and already stands apart from the crowd, this only further proves that Frank doesn’t fit in with the standards set for everyone else. So far he has proven to be an anomaly within the neighborhood. But once more, this isn’t everything. Frank, as one can notice immediately, when compared to the other neighbors, is drastically off color. While his vest may be colorful, and his cheeks a rosy red, that seems to be where his color ends. Every other puppet is composed of bright colors, bright skin, rainbow clothing with splashes of color everywhere. This is something we fail to see with Frank’s character, as he is the only one composed with drab gray skin and black and white splattered throughout his choice of outfit.  When compared to everyone else, he is the most rainy individual, in terms of both design and personality. Speaking of personality, that is the one thing that his description was open about. He is believed to be the smartest of the neighbors, with his bookworm tendencies and his loving expertise on butterflies. During the show’s airing time, he was often the puppet his neighbors would reach out to if they ever needed help answering a question. However, for comedic effect, his answers were often discredited and brushed off. While I don’t know if this would be of importance, butterflies, what he spends his time studying, are the representation of both transformation and change. Whether that’ll be of importance remains to be seen. As it appears, if anything were to go wrong in the neighborhood, Frank is the most likely candidate for investigating, and likely uncovering the mysteries behind these ongoing events.  As it stands, we know little to nothing about Frank. His concept works from the show and puppet were never found, something that can’t be said about the others. He has no known backstory, everything about him only seems to have started around the time of the show, when he initially moved to the neighborhood. Whether it be due to late addition, or something more, Frank exists as the exact opposite of his companions cheerful disposition and colorful appearances.  

#welcome home #wh speculation #frank frankly #he is quite concerning #but fruity so its okay

[maureensmistress]

Just for Practice - Pattie Boyd x Reader

You and Pattie have been best friends throughout all of high school, and you've done your best to be alright with that even if it's never been quite enough. But now Pattie is saying she wants to "practice" with you -- and you can be alright with that too, can't you?

Pattie Boyd x Reader, mostly SFW, angst and longing, word count ~1.8k, I found out Pattie went to an all girls' boarding school and here we are

Pattie knew you were only a few months younger than her, but there was something about you -- and maybe it was your big eyes, or your shy smile, or the nervous way you twirled your hair between your fingers -- that made her feel from the moment you met that she ought to look after you.

You were new to the school, too shy and awkard to make friends of your own, and desperately homesick because unlike Pattie you actually liked your family and didn't like being so far from them.

So Pattie took you under her wing. She was a little shy and reserved herself, but the kind of tall blonde beauty that even other girls wanted to be close to, and she made sure everyone was nice to you too.

For the last four years you had been just like her little sister. Cute and awkward and shy, always trailing just behind, always there when she needed you. Always and forever her best friend in the entire world. The kind of best friend you only have when you're fourteen, when the world is fresh and new and so are you, when being a few steps behind her was enough. Was all that you could ever need.

And maybe sometimes at night you wondered what it would feel like if you could be a little something more. Wondered if sisters was really the best there could be. Maybe sometimes when Pattie slept in your bed and you stayed up late gossipping and whispering you stayed up even a bit later, after Pattie had drifted off to sleep, and watched her blonde lashes flutter and her perfect lips part slightly as she drew breath. Maybe at those moments being sisters felt like a trap you couldn't get out of. Maybe, just a tiny bit, it broke your heart.

But to Pattie you were best friends. Nothing more. You'd reminded yourself of it every day since you were fourteen. That's why it was so odd when she said what she said.

"What if we did it just for practice?"

You blinked, looking up from your homework. It was just a few days into senior year, but you already had homework to do. Pattie did, too -- not that she was actually doing it. You were definitely the bookworm between the two of you.

"Did what?"

Pattie smiled her cute little gap-toothed smile, and cocked her head like she always did when you didn't listen. "I just told you. I met some boys this summer, but I was too shy to even talk to them. That's the problem with going to an all-girls' school." She pouted a little, and you rolled your eyes.

"Pattie, you're shy around everyone." It was true. For how pretty and sweet she was, Pattie was terribly shy around new people.

"I'm not shy around you," Pattie pointed out. "That's why--" she hesitated, glancing away for a second, and then her round blue eyes were focused on you and despite yourself you felt your stomach do a little flip. We're just friends, you reminded yourself.

"That's why I thought we could practice together. Since there's no boys around." She gave a little shrug, like it was just an idea, but you knew her well enough to know she was waiting nervously for your answer.

You slowly closed your history book, buying time. "Practice. Like... practice kissing?"

Pattie nodded mutely, her pink lips pursed slightly. She was watching you closely, her eyes as round and blue as you'd ever seen them.

"Are you serious?" It slipped out before you could help yourself. You weren't asking it rudely -- you genuinely wanted to know if she was being serious, because something had taken flight in your chest and you felt like you were falling.

But Pattie said, "Well, why not?"

You could think of a million reasons why not. But you already knew you weren't going to listen to any of them. Pattie, with her pale skin like a captured moonbeam and her soft blonde hair and her petal-pink lips, was an ethereal being to you. A spirit or a fae that could draw you to her whether you wanted it or not. But you did. You wanted it so much.

You nodded mutely, and Pattie's pink-glossed lips curled into another smile, and you felt rather certain that this was the biggest mistake of your entire life.

***

"Okay," Pattie said softly, and then giggled, because neither of you had ever felt this awkward before.

You were knelt facing each other in the back of the library, between dusty shelves that no one came to peruse anymore, and your heart hammered in your chest. Your little gray school skirt just brushed the floor, your knees bare and already aching a little from kneeling on hardwood.

"Okay," Pattie repeated, voice hushed and more serious this time, the smile gone from her face.

Pattie wondered vaguely if you had ever kissed anyone before -- she hadn't, and she'd always assumed you would tell her if you did, but she realized now that she had never actually asked you directly so technically she didn't know. It was embarrassing and a little silly to think that you were both having your first kiss at eighteen years old, and not even a "real" kiss since you were just doing this as friends.

But another part of her, a very strange part that spoke in a whisper in the back of her mind, sort of liked the idea that she was the first person who would ever be allowed to kiss you. That this special moment would belong to her, and you'd always remember it, and so would she.

She didn't let herself think too much about that. Lately, she didn't let herself think too much about you in general. It led to strange places. Places like this.

It's just for practice, she reminded herself.

Pattie watched your lips closely, how they parted slightly and let out a little gasp as she cupped your face with both hands. She watched them until her eyes fluttered shut as she pressed her lips to yours.

She had no idea what to do -- all she knew was what she'd seen in movies and read in books -- but the electricity that shot straight to her heart made her want to pull you in deeper. Suck slightly at your lower lip, move one hand to the back of your head and the other to the side of your throat where your skin felt so soft and fragile and warm.

You leaned into the kiss, trying not to breathe too hard and give away how all the air had been sucked out of your chest the moment she touched your face. You were so afraid of doing something wrong, your hands trembling at your sides as her warm lips, sticky with gloss, moved tentatively against your own.

With her fingers curled into your hair and her other hand stroking the skin of your neck, then moving down to brush your collar bones so they tingled with electricity, you gave in to the warm feeling pooling in your stomach and you let your hands rest delicately on her shoulders.

She leaned in even closer, leaning into the touch. You could feel the heat of her skin through her thin school shirt, felt so burningly, achingly aware of the few inches between your bodies. Your hips twitched, wanting to close that gap, and you gasped into her mouth, frightened and ashamed.

But when your lips opened Pattie deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue between your lips and tentatively licking at the inside of your mouth. It was a clumsy, shy movement, but it hit you like lightning, made you moan in an embarrassingly needy way. You held her more tightly and tried to return each movement of her tongue, wanting her to know that you were trying even if you didn't know what you were doing. Your lips clumsily locked together and then fell apart, both of you trying not to make a mistake and yet chasing these new sensations as far as you could.

Then Pattie's hand moved from the back of your head to palm your breast through your shirt, and you made a squeaky little noise that Pattie would probably have laughed at under any other circumstances. So we're just practicing for the boys? you thought, and then her thumb ghosted over your nipple and your mind went blank.

Electricity shot through your body, made you press your legs together as you arched into her touch, silently begging for something you couldn't name. You wanted everything Pattie could give you, every touch and every breath and every glance even if it would never, ever be as much as you wanted, because what you wanted was to draw out every last drop of her, to swallow it whole and hold onto it for the rest of your life, to never exist outside of this moment.

You didn't know you were sliding your hands down, slipping your fingers between the buttons of her shirt. Her skin was so soft you could barely feel it and yet so hot that it burned. Pattie broke away when the button of her shirt snapped off, letting herself fall backwards so that you were left gasping in thin air.

You brought a hand up to smooth your messy hair out of your face, trying to control your breathing and hoping you weren't as flushed as you felt. Pattie's pale skin was glowing and pink, her lips swollen and full, lip gloss all smeared. But she looked so gorgeous that way, so beautiful and angelic, that you were terribly embarrassed. You must look like a mess next to her.

Pattie tucked her hair behind her ear and fingered the little hole in her shirt where the button should have been. "Look what you did," she said, smiling in amusement.

You let out a nervous, breathy laugh. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Pattie smoothed her clothes. "I don't think anyone will notice. But you've got lip gloss on your cheek."

You immediately brought a hand up to wipe your cheek and saw a glossy shimmer on your fingers. "You do, too," you said, looking again at her pink lips and smeary lip gloss.

Pattie nodded. "Next time I won't wear lip gloss," she said, with an embarrassed smile.

"Next time?" you asked, your heart turning over.

"Well, if you're okay with it," Pattie said, looking at you curiously. "It was good practice, right?"

Oh. "Yeah," you said, forcing yourself to sound casual. "Practice."

Practice.

That could be enough. Couldn't it?

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[naquey]

Nuisance

The four times Linnea Cygnet proclaims that she and Severus Snape are friends and the one time Severus Snape admits it to himself.

Severus Snape sat under the same tree on Hogwarts grounds. His back was always to the world. He huddled close to himself, scared to take up too much space and become noticed. He was writing notes in his potion textbook, minding his business.

"Severus Snape!"

His blood ran cold, and he stopped- no, froze in place. All blood drained from his face, and he braced for impact. Instead, there was no fist, no spell fired at him. Instead, a show just loomed over him. His lungs had constricted. He couldn't breathe. He felt like the world was closing in on him.

The girl sat beside him, mindful of his personal space. She had wild black hair akin to a lion's mane; the hair draped over her face was lilac. Freckles smattered all over her face, and she grinned at him—just a grin. There was no malice on her face.

"There you are! I have been trying to look for you everywhere!" She laid back in the grass, letting the sun engulf her. "First, I started in the library because I knew a bookworm like you would be studying there; I checked so far in the back. Then I passed by some empty classrooms and checked every single one."

Severus calmed down once the panic went away. His body was still tense, and he stared at his textbook with tears brimming his eyes, but his hair shaded his face from view.

Linnea Cygnet was a thorn in his side, a shadow that he could never shake. It was like he had come down with the common cold, and she was the symptoms he would be saddled with for life. Although she did actively look for him. She wanted to be near him. It was still a pain in the ass.

"What do you want?"

His question came out shaky, but she acknowledged it but ignored it. Perhaps she just startled him? He does focus way too hard on those potions of his. It was like his only hobby, the only thing that kept him company when no one else would.

"I tried to catch you after herbology, but you ran off. What was that about? Did I do something to upset you?" She turned on her side, propping her head up with her hand.

For a Slytherin, she sure acted like a Hufflepuff. Like Severus, she was an outcast. Whereas he was a half-blood, her family were blood traitors. They didn't shack up with muggles but spoke out against the indecency they faced from wizards like the Dark Lord.

"I don't remember ever telling you we are friends. Or am I remembering incorrectly?"

"Okay! You never outright said we're friends, but I'm the only person that hangs out with. Maybe, except for Evans, but it has been a while since I've seen her. How is she?"

At the mention of Lily, he gripped his quill harder, his knuckles turning white. Linnea rose a brow, a knowing grin crossing her face.

"You like her, don't you?"

"No."

"Oh come on, it is so obvious! You like Lily Evans!"

"Shout that any louder, would you?" Severus shut his textbook and stood up, hands balling into fists at his sides. "God, why do I even acknowledge your stupid questions!"

He stormed off, leaving her under the tree and watching him walk away. She was shocked, to say the least. He was a bit more testy than usual. She struck a nerve when she shouldn't have.

Linnea visited the same tree he would always sit under, only for Severus to not be there. Biting the inside of her cheek, she turned on her heel and made a beeline for the library. Of course, he was trying to trip her up and lead a chase.

Frustrated, she sucked air through her teeth. She could only find Roan and Cassander in the library studying. She sat down and huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Can't find Severus?" Roan asked, not looking up from her essay.

"How'd you know?" Linnea raised a brow.

"He's your only other friend," Cassander stated bluntly.

"Hey!"

Some boy from a table over hissed at her harshly, shushing her.

"You know, I was talking to Lily earlier. She said Severus had told her he liked her." Roan looked up for a few moments. Studying Linnea's expression.

Linnea looked deflated, the purple in her hair turning red, but she had a smile on her face.

"I'm so happy for him!"

"She rejected him," Cassander cut in. "He called her a mud-blood."

"When did this happen?"

"The courtyard, three days ago." Roan went back to her writing.

Linnea got up and pushed her chair in hesitantly.

"I- I'm going to go find him."

"Good luck," Cassander and Roan muttered.

She found him in the corridor, huddled into a ball. Something in her bones told me that something worse happened than him calling Lily the M-word. Once she was close enough, she could see his robes were messed up, and he pulled them tighter to his body.

"Severus?"

He jumped and unfurled, fear in his eyes. His wand was pointed at her, his hands shaking. He had a black eye and a couple of bruises.

"Let's get you to Madame Pomfrey."

"Why?" He moved away from her.

"Because I'm your friend. I can't just let you sit here with untreated wounds."

"Are you working with them? Did they send you here?"

His eyes scanned her face, looking for the slightest hint of a lie. He held tighter onto his wand, his hands slowly steadying. Severus was unafraid of using magic to defend himself if he must. When he didn't get a response, he took it as shame, and suddenly, anger boiled within him.

"Get the fuck away from me! You stupid muggle-loving idiot! No wonder no one likes you!"

Taken back, stunned even. Linnea stopped in her tracks and stared at him. He took this as his chance to scramble to his feet and run away from her, putting as much distance between himself and her as possible.

Severus loved potions class, so it was out of the ordinary for him to miss classes. She kept glancing at the empty desk he left, shame and regret welling up inside her. She wasn't being the nicest friend. Something was going on with him, and it was happening right under her nose.

She asked Professor Slughorn if she could excuse herself to the bathroom, pick up her stuff, and leave without another word. He could give her detention for all she cared. She worried more about her friend than anything. She scowered the mostly empty corridors until classes were let out and students flooded them. She stopped dead in her tracks by making a beeline for the tree he had always sat under.

Severus was hanging upside down by his ankles. The group standing beneath him was laughing and high-fiving one another.

"Hey! Stop that!"

She noticed the perfect badge on one of the brunettes. He had scars on his face, so she grabbed his shoulder to get his attention.

"Aren't you going to do anything?!"

"I- Well- uhm... " The boy stuttered over his words, looking weary at the group.

She followed his gaze and set her sights on the brunette with the glasses. His wand was raised, and he was the most boastful. She had been ignoring whatever he was barking at Severus; all she could hear was a high-pitched ringing in her ears. Without thinking, she shoved him quite hard. He wasn't expecting that and stumbled over, his wand falling a bit away in the grass, his glasses falling off. The blonde in the group backed away, trying to blend in with the other bystanders.

"What? Want a turn making the poor sod dance in the air?" His laidback smile and nonchalant demeanor sparked something in her brain.

She raised her fist to punch him, but the curly-haired boy grabbed her fist and stood in front of his friend.

"Woah, woah. What do you think you're doing? Do you know this is the Gryffindor seeker?"

"Does it look like I care about that?" She barked at him. "Stop tormenting my friend and put him down!" She shouted, stomping her foot on the ground.

To make herself more intimidating, her eyes changed to black, sucking in the light that touched them. She made herself taller, leering down at them.

"Why on Earth would you want to be friends with Snivellus?" The curly-haired boy laughed. "I know you're a Slytherin, but pick new friends. He's a bottom feeder, nothing but a lowly common house ant."

Linnea punched him square in the jaw.

She expected to sit in detention with Professor Slughorn, not with Professor McGonagall's calculating eyes watching her. Typically, during detention, the old woman would write things down, like grades or whatever. But now she was just watching; it was almost like she wasn't blinking.

"What?" Linnea scoffed, crossing her arms and leaning back.

"That was very unladylike to punch Sirius Black."

"Okay? They were tormenting my friend."

"And... Your solution was to punch him?" McGonagall raised a brow, amusement almost twitching in her wrinkles.

"They weren't listening! A bunch of fucking wankers- Severus didn't even do anything to them!"

"Language." McGonagall frowned for a moment. "From what I gathered Mr. Snape had called Ms. Evans a mud-blood a week prior."

"So? They had him hanging upside down, who knows what they were going to do to him."

"You're correct, it is completely inappropriate compared to what he has done but it was not your place to reprimand them."

"That Gryffindor prefect just stood by and watched!"

"Now, I hardly think Mr. Lupin would- "

"When I asked him, he just stuttered at me and looked at his friends!" Linnea stood up, slamming her hands on the desk. "I know you're biased but I am not in the wrong!"

"Ms. Cygnet, sit back down now!" McGonagall raised her voice. "I can excuse the language, but you should have gone to a teacher instead of handling this yourself."

"Yeah, whatever. It's not like a teacher would do anything..." She sat back down, sinking in her seat and crossing her arms again.

"I beg you pardon?"

McGonagall didn't get a response. The two settled back into the uncomfortable silence, but instead of staring at her, she started to write things down.

Severus was surprised to find out why he was given detention. He used a countercourse against James Potter, locking his legs together. It was utterly ridiculous to be the one in the wrong when his tormentors got off scot-free because of Remus being a piss-poor prefect.

For some reason, he spent time with Hagrid in the forbidden forest. No matter how often the half-giant would talk to him, he refused to speak. A silent protest of sorts. He was tasked with cleaning up trash that magically appeared overnight after every full moon. It had gotten so bad that Hagrid couldn't get rid of it before the next full moon.

Severus strayed too far from Hagrid, annoyed by the oafs' attempt at conversation. He had no reason to be cordial. His wand illuminated the forest around him. It had gotten dark too quickly. Curfew wasn't for another few hours.

Then he saw it, a pale hand sticking out from behind something. His blood ran cold, and he scrambled forward. He thought something had happened to Lily for a second, but then someone else flashed across his mind. A certain annoying girl had been missing from classes for weeks, her desks empty, and the school hadn't done anything. There was no protocol for a missing student. Especially not a Slytherin. Everyone just assumed that if they went missing, they were now a Death Eaters.

The closer he got to that pale hand sticking out, the louder his heartbeat hammered in his ears. His father and James Potter were the only people who could make him feel much fear. Her pale face and lifeless eyes and mouth hung agape in horror. Oh god, she was staring right at him.

"Linnea?"

He knew she was dead.

"Linnea?!"

Hagrid was alerted to his scream. He was strong enough to hold Severus back, the dark-haired boy reduced to crying and screaming in the half-giant's arms.

"She was my friend- She was my- "

Severus struggled to get out of Hagrid's hold. Soon, the teachers arrived to take care of the corpse. The image is forever burned into Severus' memory. Even as he walked back to the castle, he could see her lifeless corpse when he blinked for a millisecond. She was always there for him, came to his aid, and even fought against people in Slytherin whenever a scuffle arose. She knew when something happened to him. So why didn't he bother to check? Why didn't he ask around? Guilt is built at his core. It engulfed his being.

She was dead, and he didn't even know until days after. She could have been out there for weeks at that point. Severus leaned against the brick wall for support. He felt like he was going to be sick.

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

All for a few Hershey bars

George Luz x OC (Julian) So this is a little fic I wrote a while ago but only recently proofread for my lovely friend Julian @georgieluz I’ve had the best time writing this for you Julian and we have definitely had more than a few laughs and cried over the Easy Company boys. I’m so glad I met you Julian.

“Jules, will you come here and help me with this, and stop gawking, you're gonna start catching flies,” Webster huffed, heaving the large, wooden crate of medical supplies off the truck. He watched the young boy in amusement as Julian scuttled forward, apologising before tripping over his own feet again.

“How the hell you made it through boot camp Jules, I will never know.” Julian only nodded in response, unable to meet Webster's eyes as he followed suit, lifting one of the large crates from the truck and following him inside. Doc Roe was organising the boxes, instructing the paratroopers where to leave them. He smiled warmly at the approaching men.

“How ya feeling today, Owens?” Roe asked, eyeing the young soldier curiously, one dark eyebrow raised and an amused smile gracing his lips. “Your head stopped hurting?”

Julian nodded, sheepishly looking down at his boots.

“Yeah he’s doing just fine Doc, hasn’t walked into any doors yet today,” Webster jested, recounting how Julian had walked head first into an open door, earning himself a few stitches, a sore head and a rather embarrassing evening being teased by his platoon.

Roe nodded, seemingly satisfied with Webster's answer and left the men to their job.

“So…” Webster began cautiously. Julian could see the cogs in his mind working, straining to find the right words. “What was it that had you so…distracted yesterday?”

Julian almost choked on his own words, “Ohh… nothin’… nothing really I… it was nothing. I’m just clumsy.” He began raking his fingers through his strawberry locks nervously.

“Hmm,” was all Webster replied, obviously content with his reply and little was said on the topic for the rest of the afternoon, much to Julian’s relief. How was he supposed to explain that George Luz was the reason for his stitches?

“Hey Luz, who are ya hiding those Hershey bars for, huh? Come on, you at least gotta give me one?” Liebgott protested, reaching across the counter, snatching at thin air as George swiftly manoeuvred the bars away from his dirty hands.

“GET OFF! They aren’t for you!”

“Well, who the hell are they for then?” Liebgott demanded, his short fuse burning close to the end, dark eyes boring into George’s and had George been a weaker man he may have relented, but he was stubborn and instead tipped the four remaining bars into his pocket.

“They’re for Captain Nixon. He asked me to put them aside for him.” George lied, hoping that his fellow paratrooper wouldn’t see straight through his lie. It was easier to say they were for an officer than he was squirrelling them away for a certain red-headed bookworm who had stolen his heart with his constant clumsiness and awkward smile.

Liebgott groaned but being the undoubtedly stubborn man he was he still tried to grab George’s uniform and he hurried away. He dove headlong out of the door and into the night before Liebgott had a chance to snatch them from him.

Julian sat in the darkened doorway, a wintry breeze blowing through the archways sent a shiver up his spine, as he carefully palmed through the battered, dusty pages of ‘Le Petit Prince’. It was a well-loved copy and he felt a deep sadness in his heart that the owner had to leave it behind. ‘A book can transport you to other worlds’ his father had told him when he was a young boy, having spent many an afternoon reading in the family's small study. Julian thumbed the corner of the page, folding it over and closing the book silently. It felt like a lifetime ago that he’d last seen his parents, so many things had changed in that time. There were things he had seen that would stay with him forever, things that haunted his every waking moment. The face of a certain radioman with his boyish charm and effortless laughter was one of those many things. George Luz. Why George Luz of all people? He’d often asked himself the same question. Why had this loud-mouthed 24-year-old from Rhode Island become the object of his desires?

“What ya got there?” The voice startled Julian causing him to launch the book forward into a puddle as he fumbled for his M1.

“Woah! Woah! Easy there, it’s just me,” George appeared from behind a small group of Sycamore trees, hands raised in surprise. Julian rested his M1 on his thigh, a long sigh leaving his lips, “Jesus George, way to give a man a heart attack.”

George let out a bellowing laugh, resting his hand sympathetically on Julian’s shoulder.

“Sorry Jules,” he sat down beside him, chocolate eyes boring into Julian’s emerald ones, the specks of sunlight running through them creating road maps. It was one of the things George observed about Julian when they’d first met. He always noticed the golden flecks between the greens, it was one amongst many of the features he perceived about the copper haired paratrooper. “What had you so deep in thought?”

“Oh…umm nothi…nothing,” Julian stammered uncontrollably, fiddling with the hem of his worn, khaki jacket, pulling at the loose thread to avoid meeting George’s eyes.

George frowned sadly, “Julian, please don’t keep all your feelings bottled up. We’ve all been through so much but if you don’t talk about it…”

“It’s you,” he all but shouted, watching as George’s eyes morphed into wide saucers at the sudden outburst from the usually quiet paratrooper. “It’s you.”

“What’s me?” George asked when he was able to speak again, he never thought he could be rendered speechless, especially not by the man he’d been unintentionally staring at since Toccoa.

“It’s you,” Julian said exasperated, he’d never meant for things to go like this, he’d wanted to tell him but not here, not right here in the middle of the war. “George you have no idea the effect you have on people, the effect you have on me. You’re all I can think about all the time and it kills me because…” Before Julian could continue his rambling George pulled him impossibly close, crushing their lips together. Julian squeaked at the sudden movement, his brain short-circuiting as he tried to comprehend what was happening, George’s warm lips engulfing his own. The kiss lasted seconds but Julian felt as if they were frozen in time. His life seemed to flash before his eyes, all the moments he’d spent longingly watching George all unfolding to this very moment.

George waving his hand in front of his face brought Julian back to the present.

“Wow,” was all Julian could mutter, causing George to snort, burying his head into the crook of his neck and sighing contentedly. Julian wrapped his arms around his fellow paratrooper, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to do that.”

George hummed, “Probably the same amount of time I’ve waited to do it.” Both men nodded, chuckling to themselves, their breaths billowing into the dark night sky. For a moment, just for a signal moment, they both believed that everything might be alright.

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[lovelytsunoda]

former drivers

🌹   = personal favourite 🎄= christmas collection

🍑   = spicy / smutty 🍂 = cozy collection

 🌩  = emotional / angsty 💍 = wedding saga

🐥 = domestic bliss

nyck de vries

monza is for believers 🌩🌹

summary: nyck gets his f1 debut, and y/n is there to watch his dreams come true. after the race is over, he makes a decision that will alter the course of their friendship forever.

does your mother know (headcanons) 🍑🌹

summary: nyck’s wanted this for years, and now his dream is finally coming true. his girlfriend thinks it’s time to celebrate. or, celebratory sex with nyck to celebrate his alphatauri contract

dasher (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄

summary: its christmas in the netherlands, and nyck thought it would be a wonderful idea to bring y/n home to meet his family and feel what a small town winter is like. too bad she never told nyck that she didn’t know how to ice skate.

mick schumacher

graduation day ( headcanons ) 🌹

summary: mick’s girlfriend just graduated college, and he has never been more proud in his life

acne scars ( headcanons )

summary: mick discovers that his girlfriend has residual acne scars. just some more soft and supportive boyfriend mick <3

pumpkin patch ( cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂💍

summary: as y/ns favourite season draws near, mick realizes how desperately he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, and what better place to propose than in the prettiest pumpkin patch he has ever seen (mini fic)

country girl (shake it for me) (cota 2022 special !) 🍑🌹

summary: amidst the chaos of the 2022 season, mick retreats to texas for a break from reality and some quality family time on the ranch. of course, when he wears that cowboy hat and those tight jeans, rest and relaxation is the last thing on y/ns mind.

lucky people(headcanons) 🌹

summary: the adventures of bookworm-youtuber y/n and her adorable f1 driver boyfriend mick

fairytale of new york (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌩 🌹

summary: it's her first christmas alone, and he's wandering around new york in the middle of an existential crisis about his future. it was simply meant to be

tenderness (headcanons)

summary: soft aftercare with sweet lover boy mick <3

a thousand miles ( race of champions 2023 special edition fic ! ) 🌹

summary: searching for life after f1, the race of champions may just have the answer mick needs, in the form of a shy former w series driver who is just as lost as he is

the heart wants what it wants, baby🌹

summary: in this unofficial sequel to lucky people, our favourite booktuber and her golden retriever boyfriend do the the viral 'can you stand in the doorframe like boys in books do' trend.

his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room 🍑

summary: she’s a woman with very specific taste. all she wants is to be worshipped, reminded of her worth, and mick is all to happy to use her as his altar.

kiss me down by the broken treehouse (the cozy collection 2023) 🍂🌹

honeymoons in the midwest, heart shaped jacuzzis and scented bubble bath. this is how mick wants the rest of his life to be

I can’t get no satisfaction 🌹🍑

camping out in the library after hours, and too stressed to retain information, the student librarian has an idea about how take all of that stress away. and it doesn’t involve reference books.

time after some time

mick is gone a lot because of his job, which makes the moments they share all the more special. especially the moments shared in the half light before he has to go and catch his next flight.

daniil kvyat

repercussions 🌹🐥

tired of flying under the radar after moving to monaco with her athlete sister, the last thing y/n expected was to fall in love with the russian she met at the bookstore.

#formula one x reader #formula one #lovelytsunodas masterllist #the cozy collection 2022 #the christmas collection 2022

[thenightling]

Wonka review Warning: This review contains spoilers.

I just got done watching the new 2023 Wonka movie and... It's good. Not the best film ever but the ending is fantastic. And the ending really sold me. It's sweet. It's a musical. And it has the whimsy Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them *should* have had. First, the superficial. Visually it's gorgeous. And I absolutely love his velvet frockcoat. And the finale, when they recreate the chocolate room of Gene Wilder's Wonka but using modern technology... Oh, my God, that put the Johnny Depp / Tim Burton version to shame! This is set at the start of Willy Wonka's career. And it's clearly Gene Wilder's Wonka. He has that manic personality. Also he has the orange faced, green haired Oompa Loompas. And his business rival is Slugworth, who only exists in the Gene Wilder version of the story. Also you see a gorgeous re-creation of Gene Wilder's Wonka's Chocolate room at the end. At the start of the story Wonka gets taken in by what I can only describe as the Thenardiers from Les Miserables who trick him into signing a contract with tiny print resulting in an indefinite indentured servitude. (Don't worry, he gets out of it by the end but it's an annoyingly drawn out thing in the story). At the start of the story Wonka is a illiterate. He was so busy teaching himself about making chocolate that he forgot to teach himself to read. And a little bookworm girl called Noodle teaches him how to read. In general this is actually very creative and original story for a prequel to an existing property. It is very refreshing to hear original songs again, and not a remake. I even teared up when they did the backstory about Wonka's mother even though I could tell from the trailers she had passed away. A lot of it was quite predictable but that's okay. It was the predictable, familiarity, of ... well, a Dahl children's book. Even the gradual fate of the corrupt chief of police felt right out of something Roald Dahl would have written. I was surprised at how sweet it was. It has some cliches and borrows elements from other musicals but it's configured in a new way and Wonka, the character, is written really well. Clever, whimsical, sneaky, and sweet. If you go to see it, be sure to stay through the end credits. There's a little bit of an epilogue where "Lofty" tells us what became of the story's antagonists. This was a decent movie. It's not as good as Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory but it was good in its own way. In fact this felt like it was originally meant to be a Broadway musical but someone decided to make it into a movie instead. This was the first good family film I'd seen all year. I hope it gets nominated for best original song for at least one of the new songs. It's better than anything Disney's done lately. It's also nice to see a musical that isn't just a remake with a shoe horned new song added.

Yes, pure imagination is in the movie but not until near the end. It's a good, sweet movie. Not perfect but good. And the ending is what really made it for me, when I saw that recreate of Gene Wilder's Chocolate room while Pure Imagination was being sung, that's when the nostalgia hit hard. This has potential to be a well-remembered movie. I think my mother would have liked it. She liked all versions of Willy Wonka. I wish she could have seen this. My only complaint about the new Wonka movie is I think "Lofty" the Oompa Loompa should have had more screen time. He only had what felt like three scenes. A lot of creativity and heart went into this script and you can tell it was written by a fan of the original film and Dahl. Despite the cliches there were some great original ideas. I liked it very much.

#Wonka

[villainousshakespeare]

Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 14

Loki/OFC Rated E  Trigger Warnings: Smut (previous chapters) Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

So sorry for the delay on this. My father in law passed away two weeks ago, and family matters have consumed my life in the interim.

In any event, I hope you enjoy this plot heavy chapter! I promise there will be more smut to come. (no pun...)

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"Oh dear," Caroline felt a blush consume her skin, "this is not going to go well at all, is it?"

One moment she had been anticipating Loki's return with eagerness and a small touch of anxiety (who knew what her decadent God would come up with), and the next a bright light and loud crash sent pieces of wood flying through the air. As she blinked to clear her eyes, she knew a moment of blind panic. There, glaring through the new hole in the wall next to the door that could very easily have been opened, stood her friend, patient, and sometime employer Tony Stark in his full Iron suit.

"Stay away from her!" Loki snarled, shoving Stark to the ground as he rushed to Caroline's side, protectively shielding her from him. "Are you injured darling?"

"I'm fine," she assured him, a warm rush of emotion coursing through her at his words. "Just a little startled."

"You are sure? If there is so much as a scratch on you, tell me so that I may make this worm bleed in return."

"Get away from her, you sick bastard!" Tony shouted in his turn, stepping into the room.

"Tony, it's not what it looks like," she blurted out, embarrassed as her position and lack of clothing brought about the realization of just what it did look like.

"It is alright, Doctor Thorpe, we will not let my brother take any further advantage of you."

Oh good, Thor was here too. Caroline groaned internally as she stared from one angry male to the next, wishing that the bed might swallow her whole.

"I would never take advantage of her!" Loki protested hotly. "Not unless she were perfectly willing!"

"And I suppose she was perfectly willing to be tied half naked to your bed?" Tony sneered.

"More than willing," Loki shot back. "Enthusiastic. Tell them, Min kjaereste, tell them you want to be here!"

"I did until a few moments ago," she said with a rueful half grin.

"You have mind controlled her!" Tony insisted. "We've seen how you turn people into your murder puppets. Now you've stepped it up to making them sex dolls as well?"

"Hey!" Caroline protested.

"I am not controlling her! Have you forgotten that I am no longer in possession of the scepter with the mind stone?"

"Really? It was her idea to be tied to your bed?"

"Well, actually..." Loki puffed out his chest, a smirk on his handsome face.

Caroline sighed, realizing it was up to her to end this farce. So much for her lovely idyl with Loki away from outside interference. She should have known it was too good to last.

"Enough," she did her best to summon her professional voice, not the easiest thing considering her state of undress. "I am not being mind controlled and I am certainly not a sex doll. Really, Tony!"

"In my defense, you would make a smoking hot one," he assured her, causing Loki to grip his knives tighter.

"Loki, perhaps you could stop growling long enough to untie me?" she suggested, wondering how on earth she had ended up in this situation.

Loki looked at her, blinked, and waved away her bonds while at the same time materializing shorts to cover her more. Bringing her arms down, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and placed a soothing hand on Loki's shoulder.

"Now, perhaps we could all go out into the living room and talk about this like civilized adults."

"You really are not under his magic?" Thor asked, voice confused as she rose from the bed.

"Only the magic of his personality."

"Oh yeah, he's all charm," Tony snarked, glaring at the snarling God.

"Living room, now," she commanded, done with all three of them.

Not waiting to see if they followed her, Caroline crossed to the door and deliberately opened it, ignoring the gaping hole in the wall. She took the large recliner, deciding it gave the greatest sense of power in the room. Loki stayed close by her side, hovering half behind, half next to her chair as Tony and Thor reluctantly took a seat on the sofa.

"Now, first things first," she said, wanting to cut off any attempts of one of them to steer the conversation back into dangerous waters. "How did you find us?"

"Your shield ID pin," Stark answered. "There's a tracker located on the back of it."

"You bugged her?" Loki snarled.

"Is that regulation?" she asked, startled.

"I like to keep tabs on the people I care about," Tony shrugged. "Particularly when I know they're consorting with dangerous criminals."

"Loki, I am so sorry," she told him. "I led them here."

"Sorry? For helping in your own rescue?" Tony's voice was incredulous.

"I was not in need of rescuing," she snapped back. "I don't know where you got the idea that Loki kidnapped me."

"Well, it was either that or you staged a jailbreak, and I know you would never do that... right?"

"They were going to kill him," she said in her defense.

"Okay, I'm going back to the brainwashing theory," Stark said.

"Look, I did what was asked of me," Caroline sought for calm amidst the bristling hostility in the air. "I talked to Loki about the lead up to the invasion, both immediate and going back some time. To say that there were extenuating circumstances is to grossly downplay the situation."

"Doctor, I know he can be extremely persuasive," Thor told her in a voice just sympathetic enough to be patronizing, "but Loki is very talented at spinning lies. He is not called Silver Tongue without good reason."

"Oh, she knows all about that, don't you pet?" Loki purred unhelpfully, brushing her hair from one shoulder and making her face heat again.

"Wow. There is an image I'm never going to get out of my brain, no matter how much bleach or tequila I try," Tony shuddered.

"The point is," she muscled through with gritted teeth, "Loki was not responsible for his actions. Thor, were you aware that for months leading up to the New York invasion, Loki was imprisoned, tortured, and subjected to all sorts of mental conditioning?"

"Is this true, Loki?" Thor's voice was suddenly awash in concern, and his guileless blue eyes misted over a bit.

"You never even bothered to look for him!" Caroline's anger bubbled to the surface at Thor's display of emotion now that the damage was done. "None of you, his so called family, could be bothered to search when your brother threw himself to his death in the middle of an identity crises."

"He was in crises?" Thor asked in a small voice.

"Well how would you feel? Really, Thor, how would you feel if you found out your whole life the people who were supposed to be protecting you had been feeding you lies? If you found out the truth was that you were from a loathed enemy who your own brother had sworn to exterminate? Do you think, if you can think, that you might just have a small problem reconciling all of that while, I don't know, trying to be King because your father conveniently fell asleep?"

"That wasn't in the reading," Tony said into the silence that followed her angry stream of questions.

"I would never have hurt you, Loki," Thor said at last with pleading eyes. "You are my brother, no matter what your species."

"Well, that's nice," Caroline's anger had lowered to a simmer, but it was far from burned out, "but unfortunately Pierce and his goons do not have the same familial sentiment to fall back on."

"He did kill a ton of people," Stark pointed out, almost regretfully.

"I told you, he was conditioned, mind controlled," she spoke before Loki had the chance to let fly with an ill timed barb. "The weapon he used to control others was in turn controlling him."

"Tortured or not, Loki's mind is a formidable thing, highly trained," Thor sounded doubtful. "What could possibly overpower him in that way?"

"Compared to you, Sleipnere's mind is formidable," Loki said, but with wry affection he could not hide in his voice. "It's an infinity stone, Thor. The jewel in the Scepter is the Mind Stone. Even I was eventually no match for it when wielded by one who knew how."

"Who, brother? Who was behind this?" Thor sounded truly alarmed now.

"Thanos," Loki sighed, the name sounding vile on his tongue. "Thanos and his Obsidian Order seek the Infinity Stones. I need not tell you, if they acquire them all it will go ill all."

***

While he would have far preferred continuing with his original plan of teasing Caroline into a state of wanton frenzy before relenting and fucking her senseless, there was something sweet about watching her lash into Thor and Stark. She was so passionate in his defense, that he even could forgive her for making him sound in need of rescuing.

Certainly, it had had an effect on the two men who had come crashing into their retreat. Thor, that soft hearted idiot, was all but weeping by the time she was done. Even Tony Stark, the soulless narcissist he had heard so much about and enjoyed sparring with more than he cared to admit, looked a bit taken aback as Caroline recounted all that he had gone through.

It was all very amusing, in its way, until the damned stones came into the conversation. He had known he could not avoid it. They and the one who had sent him for them were at the heart of the whole ugly mess. Still, of all the memories he most wished to banish forever, those of Thanos and his "children" were among the worst.

"Okay, so I am guess that the Infinity Stones are not a Power Band," Tony said, once again breaking the silence. "Someone want to fill me in on what they are?"

"Vesels of primordial force so powerful that they can create or destroy worlds," Thor's voice was hushed and serious. "They have been here since the beginning of this universe. One is enough to travel through time, or alter reality, or control a mind even as strong as Loki's. But if one were to assemble them all, they would have power to rival the AllFather."

"Putting aside Big Daddy for a moment," Tony said, "you are saying that the scepter currently sitting in a lab in the SHIELD base is powerful enough to end the world?"

"By itself, no," Loki assured him. "The scepter holds the Mind Stone. Alone, that can win you armies, but at a price."

"Not a price I'd willingly pay again," Loki added.

His memories of the days leading up to the Chitari attack through his time in the cell at SHIELD were a blur to him. Most of the time, he preferred it that way. He was aware of his actions, but it almost seemed to him as though someone else had committed them. For a being who valued control as much as Loki, it had been unbearable.

"Alright, let's say I believe you," Tony had risen from the couch and begun to pace. "Let's say that you were this innocent little Space Prince who just happened to stumble into the wrong crowd. Why not say so? Why run? And why take my doc with you?"

"She is not yours!"

The very idea of this insignificant human claiming ownership of any sort over Caroline made Loki's blood pound in his ears. She deserved far more than any of the pathetic mortals could hope to give her, even one who's intelligence seemed at least to extend slightly beyond the norm.

"Down boy, no need to pee on her," Stark said crudely.

"I told you," Caroline answered, once more laying a calming hand on Loki. "The word was already circulating that Pierce meant to kill him that night."

"That's why he sent me on that fool errand!" Loki rolled his eyes as he saw the lightbulb flash on behind his brother's eyes. "I knew there was no reason for one of my prowess to subdue some puny group of arms traders! He knew I would not allow them to murder you."

"With you gone, and Fury AWOL, there was no one there to speak up. That left it up to me to get him out of there."

Caroline spoke as if singlehandedly breaking a prisoner out of one of the most secure facilities on the planet were task anyone might have thrust upon them. Once more in awe of her courage, Loki took her hand and raised it wordlessly to his lips.

"I thank you, Doctor Thorpe," Thor told her.

"I didn't intend on escaping with him, that was an accident," she added. "Actually, we couldn't have escaped at all if you hadn't given me Fury's password, and the hint to getting into the rest of his office."

"That's why you called, me," Tony shook his head. "Son of a bitch."

"I just meant to take the key for his cuffs," she went on. "But when I saw the cube, I realized it was one of the stones Loki had told me about. I wanted him to take it away, where it wouldn't bring danger to our world."

"Fortunately for me," Loki smirked. "Thank you, Stark, for your assistance. Without the Tesseract, I might have escaped myself, but I would not have had such enchanting company."

"I would think twice about bringing us back, Tony," Caroline said, smiling blandly at her friend. "If we are forced to stand trial, it would be only a matter of time before they asked how I got into Fury's office. I would hate for you to get into trouble for helping me."

"Why Doctor Caroline Thorpe, are you blackmailing me?" Tony asked, eyes wide.

"Let's call it mutually assured destruction," she smiled in return. "You let us be, we don't turn you in either."

Loki's heart sored at her words. That she would take such an audacious stance for him was humbling. He knew not what he had done to earn her fierce loyalty, but he vowed in that moment to do everything in his power to be worthy of it.

"Are you sure you aren't brainwashing her? She's never been this insubordinate before."

"I never had something so worth fighting for before. Look, Tony, what it really comes down to is that I'm asking you to trust me."

Stark looked back and forth from Caroline to Loki, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Alright," he said at last. "Where are the rest of these poprocks, and how do we get them off of Earth?"

#Loki #Loki Fan Fic #Post Avengers Assemble #Thor #Tony Stark #Loki/OFC #Avengers Fan Fic #Loki needs a hug #talk of past abuse #talk of past trauma #Talk of past torture #Loki gets therapy #Odin's A+ parenting #in defense of loki #Smut in previous chapters

[beevean]

Top 5 castlevania girls? :>

5) Charlotte. She's like a cuter Hermione to me :P a bookworm with a bit of an ego who wants to be treated like an adult, but still manages to rein in Jonathan's anger. Also disgustingly OP <3

4) Julia. I really wish we had seen more of her, because the breadcrumbs of her personality are interesting and make for a tragic character who hides her pain, willing to aide a man set to kill her only family because it's the more merciful option for her brother 😭 and I like the little sass she displays too lol

3) Maria. Not only she's a joy to play as in RoB, but she really deflected Dracula's speech about the necessity of evil with "I don't understand, I'm 12 and I think you're a meanie". She's adorable and silly and pure and she doesn't need to be changed at all <3

2) Rosaly. Yes I'm biased :P it's just. She's adorable. I love how the MF manga fleshes her out, shows that she's almost kind to a fault, even naive in how she takes a man home without asking questions, and yet that is exactly the kind of person the perpetually self-loathing Hector needed to meet. Literally pure hearted.

1) Shanoa. The girl of all time. Fantastic design. Fantastic lines. Suffered more than Jesus. A realistic depiction of being raised in a cult. Ends the game having lost her whole life, but ready to start again in a village full of people who love her. Wife <3

(Sara would be in 6th place lol, angry girl <3)

#castlevania #charlotte aulin #julia laforeze #maria renard #rosaly castlevania #shanoa #akumajou dracula

[eddievanhammettmunson]

My Bookworm

Steve Harrington x Female reader.

Authors note- hey all you cool cats and kittens. I’m back but with a special story this time. It’s my first time writing for Steve Harrington and I really hope you enjoy it. 3.6k words

Warnings- heavy spoilers for pride and prejudice yall I’m sorry but also like it’s been out for awhile so I’m not too sorry. Pretty fluffy.

Summary- when Steve meets the new librarian he finds himself in a reading challenge.

As Steve leaned on the counter of the family video just like every other day he found himself growing sleepy as he leaned his head on his hand. Only to be startled awake by the sound of the door swinging open. Hoping it was a customer only to find Dustin Henderson.

“Hey Steve!”

“Hey Dustin.”

“What time are you off today?”

“3. Why?”

“I need a ride to the library.”

“Oh so you can go see your new librarian friend that you think is so much cooler than me cause she knows about all your books and stuff. Yeah no thanks.”

“Oh come on Steve you need to stop being so jealous when I have older friends.”

“I am not jealous, Henderson.”

“Then give me a ride to the library. You don’t have to come in with me. I just need a ride.”

“Fine.”

“Cool I’ll just hangout next door at the arcade while I wait for you to get off work”

Steve watched as dustin made his way next door to the arcade as Robin came out from the back with a box of tapes.

“Any customers yet?” Robin asked as she set the box down on the counter next to Steve.

“Nah it was just Dustin coming to ask for a ride to the library after I get off work in an hour.”

“Oh you’re going to the library?”

“I just said that.”

“Can you pick me up a copy of Wuthering Heights? I need it for class and I totally spaced it.”

“Why do I have to check it out under my name?”

“Cause I have to stay till closing tonight and the school library didn’t have any copies of it so I need one from the public library.”

“Fine I’ll get you Wuthering Heights but you owe me one.”

“Fine”

Steve and Robin spent the next hour rewinding the tapes and placing them back in their cases before it was time for Steve to get Dustin from the arcade and head for the library.

***

The library was just as quiet as Steve had expected it to be but it made him feel uneasy nonetheless. Dustin took point and walked up to the counter setting his books there and ringing the little bell on the counter.

Upon ringing the bell you emerge from the back room with a copy of pride and prejudice in one hand and a half eaten apple in another despite the sign behind you that said “No Food or Drink allowed”.

“Ah if it isn’t my favorite little library patron. Come to gather more knowledge, have you?”

“Why yes I’ve come to return these and then I’ll go grab some more to check out.”

“Well how about you go look for those books while I get these checked in. And how about you?” You said as you turned to face Steve.

Steve Harrington had been frozen in place as soon as you walked out of the back room with your book in hand.

He had never seen you before and didn’t know you were well… stunning is the only word that came to Steve Harrington's mind and when he realized you were speaking to him he felt as though his brain would short circuit.

“Uh hi I’m Steve Harrington” he reached a hand over the counter to shake your hand and you obliged.

“Well Steve Harrington it’s nice to meet you finally. Dustin here has told me a lot about you. What can I help you with today?”

Steve cleared his throat and retracted his hand away from yours gently.

“I'm uh actually looking for a book called Wuthering Heights or something. My friend needs it for a project.”

“Ah, follow me. That’s gonna be in our gothic fiction section under B for Brontë.”

Steve was amazed to see that you didn’t even need to think about it. You just knew where it was immediately like some sort of magic trick.

As you walked him to where he needed to be he was able to catch a whiff of your perfume. You smelled like vanilla and old books and it’s like Steve Harrington had finally found his favorite smell.

Grabbing the book off the shelf you hand it to him and he holds it gently. Walking back up to the counter you prepare to check him out and Steve realizes that he doesn’t want this to end.

“So uh how come I’ve never seen you around Hawkins before?”

“Oh I’m new to Hawkins. Just moved here.”

“Ah that explains it. Where ya from?”

“Oh I’m just from Indianapolis. So not too far.”

As you stand there checking out the book to Steve you can’t help but feel his eyes boring into you. You can’t really pinpoint why he would be staring and it’s making you nervous. Did you have something on your face?

Nonetheless you check the book out to Steve and hand it back to him and Steve stands at the counter waiting for Dustin.

“So how about you Harrington? I may be new but how come I’ve heard so much about you from Dustin but haven’t met you till today?”

“Oh you know I’m just a busy guy who doesn't really have a lot of time for the library these days.”

“Too busy for reading” you fake a gasp and hold your hand over your chest as if you’re in pain.

“Alright alright yeah yeah I’m not the biggest reader.”

“Only people who aren’t good at reading say that.”

Steve scoffs. “I’ll have you know y/l/n I’m an excellent reader.”

“The book you checked out today isn’t even for you Steve.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Maybe you checked the book out for your friend because you can’t read.”

You’re both laughing now but Steve still takes it as a challenge.

“Fine, recommend me a book to read and I’ll read it in 2 days. That’s a Harrington guarantee.”

“A Harrington guarantee…hmm alright deal. If you read Pride and Prejudice within two days and come back here to me and you can describe the plot you win.”

“What do I win?”

“What do you want?”

Steve thought about it for a moment.

“How about I’ll tell you what I want when I win?”

“Sounds like a deal to me” you reached your hand over the counter to shake his hand and he obliged. Sealing the deal.

Dustin walked back up to the counter with a stack of 6 books.

“Henderson, you know the rules. 5 at a time.”

“Yep” Dustin counts out the books and skips one to pretend there’s only 5.

You count the books and count 6 right in front of him. Making Steve laugh.

Dustin leans over the counter. “My mistake. However I am on a curiosity voyage and I need my paddles to travel. These books. These books are my paddles.”

“5 at a time Henderson. You know Claudia will kill me if she catches me checking out extra books.”

Steve turns to Dustin and grabs the book.

“Here just add it to my list. I’ve already got a book for Robin anyways and you have to check me out Pride and Prejudice anyways.”

You get the books checked out to the boys and watch out the window as they walk to Steve’s car. You couldn’t help but hope to see Steve again sooner than planned. That Dustin kid was right. Harrington had amazing hair.

***

Steve Harrington made it his absolute mission that night to read that book. He barely slept as he read it but he found himself becoming so involved in the story that he didn’t care.

The next day at family video Steve sat at the counter like normal but instead of being on the verge of falling asleep he instead had his nose in a book. That’s when he heard the bell to the shop ring and walked little Dustin Henderson once again.

“Steve! I need another ride to the library today.”

“Why?”

“One of the books I got is totally not what I thought it was. It said it was about radio tower communications but it totally is more about military style when I need civilians.”

“Okay fine I’m off at 3 again today.”

Dustin walked out the door and over to the arcade to wait for 3 o’clock.

When 3 o’clock arrived and it was time to head to the library, Steve found himself rather excited at the prospect of getting to see you again so soon.

As you sit in the library with your head in another book you don’t even notice when Dustin and Steve walk in and set the book on the counter until Steve clears his throat.

You turn your attention to him quickly.

“Oh hi guys. Back so soon?”

Dustin taps on the book.

“Yup just here to return one.”

“Wrong book?”

“Yup.”

“Well I’ll get this checked in for ya. Steve, how's the book coming along.”

“It’s great! No idea why Elizabeth is interested in that Wickham guy though. Seems like a total tool to me. If you ask me she should end up with someone more like Darcy or Mr Bingley.”

“I’ve never even considered Elizabeth and Bingley together. It’s totally clear Bingley and Jane are meant for each other.”

“I don’t know I think a smart girl like Elizabeth could gain a lot from Bingley’s charm”

You scoff as you finish checking in Dustin’s book.

“Well Harrington I think by the time you finish it you’ll have a different opinion.”

“How about you, what book are you reading now since I’m reading this?”

“The Vampire Lestat. It’s the sequel to Interview with a Vampire by Ann Rice. It’s pretty good so far.”

“I think I’ve heard of that one.”

“Maybe you’ll have to give it a read next.”

“Maybe I will.”

Steve was leaning on the counter and had a flirtatious smirk on his face that was quickly replaced by a startled expression when Steve felt a foot step on his own and looked down to see Dustin standing on his foot. Upon looking up at Dustin, Steve could tell there was something Dustin wanted to say.

“Well your book is all checked in Dustin and Steve I took that extra book Dustin got yesterday and moved it to his account instead.”

Before Steve could respond Dustin was taking the lead.

“Well y/n it has been lovely to see you yet again but Steve and I have to get going.”

You attempted to say goodbye but Steve was already being dragged out of the library by Dustin as they made their way to Steve’s car.

***

Dustin didn’t say anything initially when they got in the car. Only when they were stopped in front of Dustin’s house did Dustin decide to speak.

“You totally like y/n.”

Steve had a bewildered look on his face.

“I do not!”

“Really then why are you reading that book?”

“It was a challenge Henderson.”

“Oh and really what’s the prize?”

“Get out of the car Henderson.”

“I’ll find out tomorrow when you go back to the library to finish the challenge.”

“Okay fine so what if I like her what’s the big deal?”

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

And just like that Dustin was out of the car and on his way inside leaving Steve alone once again.

****

Once again Steve stayed up all night trying to finish the book but to no avail. He did however bring it to work with him and spent all day reading it just in time to finish by 3 pm. Dustin hadn’t come into the store today to ask for any rides and Robin didn’t need to return her book yet so this trip was solely for Steve.

Steve got in his car and headed to the library. When he walked in he rang the bell on the counter but received no answer. He started wandering around the library and found you in a corner stacking books. He was about to call out your name until he heard your humming and noticed your swaying. As you turned slightly he could see the Walkman on you and decided to just stand there for a moment.

Steve’s heartbeat started to quicken as he watched you and he didn’t quite understand the feeling. The only time he’d felt close to that was with Nancy. So how could it be he’s feeling this with you when he barely even knows you.

As you turned a bit more you saw someone out of the corner of your eye and you yelped. Jumping back, dropping the books in your hand, and tearing off your Walkman sending it to the floor.

Steve couldn’t help but giggle at how cute your yelp was but immediately rushed over to help clean up the mess that he now felt responsible for.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. Just didn’t want to interrupt your little music session there.”

“No worries. I’m not actually supposed to be listening to music when I stack books. I just wasn’t expecting anyone right now.”

Steve helps pick up the books off the floor and stack them on your cart. He then picks up the Walkman and examines it to make sure it isn’t broken. He then holds the headset up and tries to hear what’s playing.

“Tears for Fears. Nice.”

“Thanks. Felt a bit inspired.”

“Really? Head over heels kind of inspired?”

The question made you blush and you began to stutter out and answer before Steve chuckled and held up a hand to stop you.

“I’m messing with you.”

What Steve didn’t know was that you were listening to that because of him. Ever since he walked into this library he’d been weaseling his way into your heart and you couldn’t quite get him out of your head. Not like you really wanted to anyways.

You gather the cart of books and push it up to the front counter. You stand behind the counter while Steve leans on the other side and sets his book on the counter.

“So did ya finish it?”

“Every word baby.”

Baby. The words made your cheeks flush.

“So who does Elizabeth end up with?”

“Darcy.”

“Okay and who does Jane end up with?”

Steve huffs. “Bingley. But I still stand by my point that Elizabeth and Bingley could have given it a chance. I mean Bingley is the one who gets Darcy to even look at Elizabeth at the ball in the first place.”

“Ignoring your point. Who does Mr Wickham end up with.”

“Oh don’t even get me started! Wickham running off with Lydia was disgusting. I mean what the hell was that?”

“I know right? Wickham. What a horrid man. Well Harrington I believe you’ve finished the book. I’ll get it checked in for you. What did you want as your reward?”

Steve gave a fake cough to clear his throat.

“Well uh. I was thinking. How about you let me take you out sometime? Maybe if you’re free tonight?”

Your eyes got very wide and the smile on your face grew impossibly wide. You tried to contain your excitement as much as possible.

“I am actually free tonight. I get off at 5 if you wanna come back and pick me up?”

“How about I just stay till 5 and hangout. Maybe help you shelve some books.”

“I’ll agree to you hanging out but I’m afraid I can’t have you work for free. You can just watch me shelve.”

So he did. For the next hour you and Steve got to know each other as you stocked books and Steve was absolutely amazed. You hardly had to look or stop and think to find out where something went. It was like magic because you just knew where it went.

Steve was also amazed with how smart you were. The words you were able to work into everyday conversations astounded him. It almost made him glad that you hadn’t gone to Hawkins high. He knew you guys wouldn’t have hung out back then and he thinks that’s a downright shame.

As 5 pm rolled around you closed up the library and walked out with Steve. As you walked out the evening sun was shining in your eyes and you winced slightly, holding up a hand to shield yourself and it made Steve laugh.

“Bookworm not used to sunlight?”

“Something like that I suppose.” You gave him a light chuckle back.

You didn’t mean to walk ahead of Steve but you did and automatically made your way to his car without him having to tell you which one it was.

“How'd you know which one was mine.”

“Oh I saw Dustin getting into your car the last few days from the window.”

“So you were watching me huh?”

Yet again you try to stutter out an answer and Steve laughs at how flustered you get.

“Calm down calm down i'm just messin with ya.”

Steve opens the passenger side door for you and you get in. Steve then makes his way around to the drivers side and situates himself before leaving the parking lot.

****

As you sit in Steve’s car listening to the radio and making small talk it dawns on you that you have no idea where Steve is taking you. But you choose to just have some faith and trust him. Luckily it works out as Steve pulls up to your favorite cafe in town.

It’s a couple doors down from Melvalds where you see Joyce Byers from time to time. Either Steve Harrington is a stalker or he sure knows how to pick a date spot. As you get out of the car and make your way to the cafe you decide to tell Steve that.

“This is my favorite cafe, you know. I come here at least 3 times a week.”

“I’ve actually never been here before but a friend of mine said you might like it”

The truth is Steve asked around and Nancy actually told him that she’s seen you there a few times and he figured you’d probably like it for reading.

As you walk in and sit at a table the waitress come up to the table.

“Hi y/n! Would you like your usual?”

“Yes please.”

“And for the gentleman?”

“A black coffee.”

“I’ll get those right out for you two.”

Steve turned to face you.

“Well I guess that proves it. You are a regular here.”

“What can I say? It’s great for reading.”

“I thought you might say that.”

The waitress came back with both of your coffees and gave you a slight wink that Steve didn’t catch. You immediately started blushing and attempted to hide your face by taking a sip of your drink.

“So Steve, what's your favorite book?”

Steve thought about it for a moment. Putting his first to his chin he pretended to make it look like he was deep in thought about it before turning to face you once again.

“Pride and Prejudice.”

You laugh hard and set your drink on the table.

“Is it the only book you’ve ever read or something?”

Steve scoffs and takes a sip of his drink before setting it on the table.

“No but this amazing girl recommended it to me and now I think I’ll associate her with that book forever.”

His words left you breathless and speechless. Steve took the opportunity and reached across the table to hold your hand.

The rest of the date goes pretty much perfect. Steve is a gentleman who makes you laugh and looks at you like you’re the only girl in the world. He listens to every word you say as if he’s on the edge of his seat.

When the two of you finish a few cups of coffee and the sun begins to go down Steve pays for the coffee and tips the waitress before the two of you head out of the cafe. Steve opens the passenger door for you and proceeds to drive you home per your instructions on how to get there.

Upon arrival at your home, Steve exits the vehicle and opens the door for you once more. Walking you to your front door hand in hand.

“Well thank you Steve I had an amazing time tonight.”

“So amazing that you might want to go see a movie with me this Friday?”

“I think I’d like that a lot.”

“I’ll pick you up at 8?”

“That sounds good to me.”

You turn towards your door to open it and then back to Steve. He’s standing so close to you and you just know if you don’t do it you’ll regret it.

In one swift motion you lean up on your tippy toes and pull Steve into a kiss. At first he gasps in shock and when you try to pull away he only deepens the kiss. When the both of you pull away to catch your breath you’re smiling like idiots.

Steve watched you turn and walk inside and he turns and walks to his car and all he thinks about on the ride home is what book he’ll read for you next.

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[kariachi]

Some commissionwork! 1900 words of OC goodness for @sxilor-1010!

~~~

“So, what do you think it is?”

The twins had bolted from their father’s room as soon as they’d realized they had a new and curious Thing to investigate, too excited to think to act inconspicuous until they were nearly to their bedroom. Thankfully, nobody had been there to see the stuttering switch from a full run to a totally non-suspicious meander as they went inside and shut the door. Almost they’d considered locking it, before deciding their family would probably have more questions if they tried the door and it was locked than if they looked inside and found them hiding something.

You could bluff why you were hiding something, but doors didn’t really get locked around their household. Hence the situation at hand.

“I don’t know,” Scorch said, half-leaning over Ignus’s shoulder as he turned the strange piece over and over in his hands. It was an odd, irregular shape, a single curve and many straight edges with sharp corners, with a mulberry crescent moon stood out against the blackness of it.

“It has to be something cool, for Papa to be keeping it in his room.”

“I mean, Papa does keep a lot of boring stuff too. Like paperwork,” Scorch pointed out.

“Yeah, but those are in his office, this was in his room,” Ignus countered, shaking his head. “He doesn’t keep just anything in there.”

“He might, we don’t know.” Ignus rolled his eyes.

“He probably doesn’t keep just anything in there,” he said. “I bet he got it off some nightmare monster or something.”

“Or-” You could see the possibilities sinking into Scorch’s mind as he picked up his brother’s train of thought. “-maybe it’s some sort of ancient artifact.”

“Or maybe it’s an amulet of power!” Scorch’s face twisted a bit at the idea, even as Ignus nearly vibrated with the possibilities, and he eyed the piece closer.

“It doesn’t look like an amulet. The shape’s all wrong, and it’s not on a cord or anything.”

“So, maybe that’s why Papa doesn’t wear it or anything, because it’s weird.” That seemed, reasonably sensible. Rolling all these thoughts and ideas in his head, Scorch pulled away and stood up off the bed.

“Come on,” he said, “I think we’ve got a book we can use.”

~~~

One’s sister being a bookworm by nature can lead to many issues, especially when one needs to access the library while not letting people know what they’re up to. After all, the twins had broken the rule to not go into their father’s room, and had taken something they’d decided was valuable at that. It wasn’t as if they could just walk up and risk her seeing what they had on them. And so, they had been forced to lay in wait for her to leave before bolting inside.

They had to be quick.

The shelf with the spellbooks they could probably have gotten to via muscle memory, between their studies and their use of the ones on the lower shelves in some of their pranks. They skidded to a stop at the foot of it, and Scorch immediately raised up on his tiptoes and stretched to reach the top shelf. Technically, those were the books they weren’t supposed to have access to- their mother had once mentioned rearranging that shelf once Crane was old enough to get into things- but they’d seen other members of the family working with them. Knew, to some extent, what was inside.

“I’ll hold the shelf,” Ignus whispered as it became apparent they were simply too short to reach on their own, and they couldn’t rely on time to drag over a chair or something and put it back after, “you climb.” Scorch looked at him questioningly, but nodded, waiting for Ignus to put his weight and strength against the piece of furniture before he climbed up a few levels. Only just far enough to grab the book they were looking for before jumping back to the ground. He waved it with a grin his brother matched.

They dashed out of the library before catching themselves and meandering back to their room.

~~~

Five. They went through five different identification spells and got nothing. Worse, they couldn’t be sure whether it was that the piece couldn’t be identified with the spells they had at hand, or if they weren’t doing the unfamiliar magic right.

Just in case, they tried each spell multiple times. Alone. Together. Changing little bits up. Enunciating as much as they possibly could. Everything and anything.

Still nothing.

“Okay,” Scorch said, setting the book aside with finality, “we’ve got to try something else.”

“Yeah.” Ignus nodded as he spoke. “If I look at another spell I’m going to go cross-eyed.” With a sigh he leaned back enough to flop across Scorch’s bed. “Maybe it’s one of those things where if you get it hot it does something?”

“That sounds, kinda risky..” Scorch said tentatively.

“We don’t have to light it on fire or anything, just get it close enough to warm up. Like with a candle.” With a quiet hum, Scorch considered this, then tossed the piece to Ignus.

“It’s worth a try.”

~~~

The fire didn’t do anything to the piece and that is all that will be said of that incident. Nothing important was damaged, nobody noticed, it’s fine.

~~~

(“If Mama asks, we don’t know where this shirt went, and aren’t even sure I ever owned it, okay?” Watching as his twin shoved the wadded-up mass of cloth under his bed to be disposed of at a later date, Ignus nodded along.

“I’ve never seen it before in my life. She’s probably mixing it up with one of your other shirts, or maybe something Big Brother used to own.” Crawling back out from under the bed, Scorch threw him a grin.

“Exactly.”)

~~~

They spent the next good while working on the solving of the mystery. If circumstances had been different mayhaps they would have given up after the fire, or at least gone to one of their elder siblings for help, but no. For one, there was no way their siblings wouldn’t have concerns about the matter if they found out. Best case scenario: they took the piece away as something potentially dangerous. Worst case scenario: They told their parents. As such, the two of them continued to keep matters to themselves.

They would try some new idea to get this mysterious piece to do something, it would fail, and they would try another.

Putting it on a cord and trying to use it as a divining object. Nothing.

Sitting there, wracking their brains for any odd things around the estate it could maybe serve as a key for. Not a clue.

Saying random spells and magical phrasings at it. Didn’t do a thing.

Doing a stone rubbing? Revealed jack all.

Holding it up to a mirror? May as well not have happened at all.

~~~

Failure got tiring after a point, and getting called away started to feel like a relief, favorite meal or no.

~~~

Dinner that evening was, an experience.

~~~

“Really? Really?”

“What was I supposed to say, ‘we took something from Papa’s room and have been trying to figure it out’? We needed some sort've lie!”

“You didn’t have to build on it!” Shaking his head, Scorch knelt to grab the piece out from under Ignus’s bed.

“I’m sorry, Mama asked and I panicked.”

“I’m not helping you this time. It’s our birthday, we shouldn’t be giving presents.”

“You say that now, but you haven’t abandoned me yet,” Ignus said, sitting on Scorch’s bed and patting the spot beside him until his twin came and sat in it. “Anyway, you have to admit it worked.”

“Yeah,” Scorch sighed. “If Big Sister asks what book exactly we got the idea from-”

“We’ll say we borrowed it from a friend a while back, can’t remember the name. Right now though, we still need to figure out what this thing does!” Though Scorch didn’t pop right back into excitement like his brother, he still smiled as he turned the piece over in his hand.

“So, identification spells didn’t work,” he said, “neither did fire, putting it up to a mirror didn’t do anything…” Humming, he tapped a crooked finger against his mouth. “I think there’s some things that do stuff when you put them in water- like stuff from dragons and sea monsters and things. We could try that?” Ignus grinned.

“To the bathroom then,” he said, shoving off the bed. “A full sink should work, right?” The enthusiasm was contagious, and all brotherly squabbles fell to the wayside as Scorch followed after him.

“I think so. As long as we can get it fully submerged.”

~~~

One ear each on the hallway, the pair stared into the sink. It was full as they could get it, with the piece sat, precariously and off-kilter, in the vicinity of the bottom. They had been stood there for about four minutes. The piece had done nothing.

“I was honestly really hoping on this one,” Scorch said. “I mean, the moon is associated with water, it would’ve made sense.” Ignus turned a look on him- not upset, but questioning.

“Why didn’t we try earlier if that’s, a thing?”

“I only thought of it while we were filling the sink. It made so much sense…” Heaving a sigh, Ignus nodded along beside him.

“Well, that’s a wash then,” he said, then gave a little laugh at his own pun. “Maybe it has to be outside? Like, under the moon and in water?” With a sigh of his own, Scorch reached in and grabbed the piece out, almost going to dry it on his shirt before he thought better and grabbed a towel.

“It’s worth a shot. Can’t hurt, right?”

~~~

Every manor that had ever existed had a pond somewhere, and when you lived there it wasn’t hard to find. Yes, when you were a pair of young boys trying to keep a secret you still had to sit back and impatiently wait for everyone to head back to their rooms so you could sneak out to it, but still. It was there, they could’ve found it with their eyes closed, and they even managed not just climb out a window out of pure pent-up energy and enthusiasm.

Ignus slipped the piece into the water, watching it vanish in the darkness, and the pair waited with bated breath.

Waited.

Waited.

Waited.

Heaved a sigh in unison.

“Okay, I think we can say water is out now,” Scorch said, nearly whined, as his brother rolled up his sleeves and set to feeling around the edge of the pond for the piece. If they lost it there they really would be in trouble. Huffing as he pulled it from the muck and water, Ignus accepted the towel Scorch handed him and set to cleaning the piece and himself off. For a long while they simply sat there at the edge of the pond in silence, each’s face screwed up in thought.

“I’m out of ideas,” Ignus said, swallowing back a yawn and glaring at the piece like it had caused it. Scorch didn’t bother hiding his own. Magic and excitement were tiring things, and they’d been swamped in them.

“It’s getting late,” he reasoned. “We’ll think better in the morning.” Ignus sighed, still glaring at the piece, but eventually nodded. Together, the two of them returned to their feet and turned, dejected, to sneak back inside.

Tomorrow then, surely, they would figure this strange item out.

#achi writes #commissionwork

[tenebriism]

"Xingqui?" The name leaves Aether's lips breathlessly as he's, at last, able to turn and get a proper look at the younger man. How long has it been since the two of them had last crossed paths? Probably at one of the Lantern Rites - and from what Chongyun had told him, the mischievous bookworm had taken his leave from Liyue Harbor sometime after that. After catching neither hide nor hair of the young man for over a year - and likely much longer than that - it would be an understatement to say that he's surprised to meet up with his friend in the midst of a fight with the Fatui.

And now that the dust has settled, their opponents left either prone on the ground or having retreated, Aether finds himself able to give the other boy his full attention. With a grin spread across his face, the Traveler finds himself rushing forward to throw his arms around the younger, a laugh leaving him as he pulls Xingqui into an elated, good-natured embrace.

"Gods, what're you doing here?" he asks, pulling back so that he might get a better look at his friend. His hair's grown, Aether notes, and he looks... well, a little less like a young nobleman, with a flicker of experience apparent in those golden eyes. Even so, Aether is still able to see that familiar sparkle that Xingqui's always been known for.

While this rumor involving his sister had turned up nothing, there was still something to be said for being able to reunite with another of his companions instead. "Chongyun said that you'd left the harbor, I... where've you been?"

XINGQIU IS FREE, Y'ALL.

Life on the road hadn't been EASY, not that he'd expected it to be, and yet . . . he wouldn't trade it for anything, even the COMFORTS he had been used to back at the family estate. Though he'd been pampered, day in and day out, by staff hired specifically to tend to his every whim and need, nothing could compare to the liberating breath of fresh air he'd drawn when, first, he'd escaped Liyue's borders. No longer did he feel weighed down by his family's expectations, or the tedious schedule that felt more like shackles around his legs. The wealth and teachings afforded to him in his youth were cherished, certainly, as was the relentless martial arts training that had enabled him to seek and retain SOME manner of independence over the years, but since

Now, he could be FREE . . . even if it meant learning how to properly survive on the road, and tend to things HIMSELF, instead of ringing a bell and waiting for someone to do it FOR him.

Mondstadt was his first destination. Appropriate, given the point of this entire life altering journey. The land of wind and freedom, where people oft traveled in search of an understanding of what it felt like to live life for the sake of living. Here, with the help of his dearest friend, Albedo, Xingqiu had learned a wealth of things that, for once, did not deal with commerce, or formal tradition, or academic studies. He'd learned what it meant to be a knight, an adventurer, and even a bit of ALCHEMY on the side, but most importantly, he'd begun to learn who XINGQIU himself was, outside of his family's reputation.

Of course, he hadn't come here merely to escape the jaws of his family line and slack off. Nay, no matter how much wealth filled his pockets and pouches, and how EASY it would be to simply purchase lavish accommodations and relax, Xingqiu STILL wanted to, somehow, be of use. To prove he was more than just the spoiled son of a wealthy guild manager. As such, to feed his adventurous temptations, he accepted commissions, here and there, when he wasn't helping out Albedo in Dragonspine or around Mondstadt, or teaching the school children how to read, write, and dream. When he'd caught ear of a rumor that the missing sister of the famous Honorary Knight of Mondstadt had been seen nearby, he'd set out IMMEDIATELY in hopes of helping said Honorary Knight.

The Traveler, after all, did so much for Teyvat. It was about time someone did something for him.

. . . even if it ended in a RUN in with him, but to Xingqiu, it was a blessing. A very favorable outcome, even despite the lack of PROGRESS, in regards to his missing sister. " Oh--- T-Traveler ! " He stiffens, not used to being hugged like this ( not even by Chongyun, and even less, by his family ), but he's just as elated to see the Traveler as the Traveler is to see him.

" Chongyun is correct; I finally left Liyue. No more lessons, no more meetings . . . I regret not having rebelliously escaped sooner, in fact ! " He BEAMS at the older man, before gesturing downwards towards the sprawled out bodies on the ground, " I know you could have handled yourself just fine, but you will have to forgive me for stepping in all the same and stealing your thunder. I saw you and could not deny myself the opportunity to fight at your side for the first time in archons only know how long. "

Even the way he speaks sounds far more refined than prior, when oft, he would zone out from an important conversation in favor of getting further into his current choice of literature, only to jump back in with a half-assed response. Now, he retained eye contact. Listened with eyes AND ears, and did not respond merely for the sake of responding, but rather, to fully contribute.

A young boy, Xingqiu was no more.

" My only regret is that the rumors were not true, but I suppose I should have known better. Still, it is better to investigate falsities than it is to, potentially, miss out on a truth, correct ? "

@ironbloodcd ;; ღ

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[thequeenofsastiel]

I was tagged by @wintercrushes to list my top nine movies, so here we go.

In no particular order:

As a little girl, I found Mulan deeply empowering on a fundamental level. Almost every movie I saw had a man at the center of it, or as the protector, while women were generally either rewards for their bravery and/or damsels in distress. Mulan was brave, strong, adorably awkward, and willing to risk everything for her family. Seeing a woman be incredible like that, even if she had to impersonate a man, made me feel like I could be too. Also I was awkward as well, and it was nice to feel like that wouldn't stop me from being a hero if I wanted to be. I credit Mulan and Captain Janeway for making me feel that being a woman was a beautiful thing.

The Road to El Dorado was also a meaningful movie for me as a child, but that was related, I believe, to my bisexual identity. Miguel and Tulio were originally meant to be a couple, and I found their relationship deeply compelling, far more than most straight relationships. I was also completely in love with Chel. Dem curves. Plus it was just fun, with amusing dialogue and excellent music. It remains one of my absolute favorite movies.

Another movie I watched as a child which I believe I found compelling because of my queer identity. Though I didn't realize it at the time, I think on a deep level I understood all the queer subtext in Interview With The Vampire, and, though it was darker and sadder than I tended to enjoy, I was fascinated by and in love with Louis and Lestat's relationship. I haven't seen it in many years, though, and I would very much like to watch it again.

While I don't know how objectively good of a movie Independence Day is, it's one of my favorites that my dad and I watched all the time when I was a kid, and every 4th of July we put it on. We can quote the whole thing. I think I'll always have a soft spot for it.

Did the novel deserve better? Absolutely. This adaptation didn't do it justice at all. Regardless, World War Z remains one of my favorite movies, and is definitely my favorite zombie movie. Regrettably, I can't explain why, I just know that every time I watch it I enjoy myself greatly.

I think that Cabin in the Woods is absolutely excellent. Hilarious, surreal, an excellent parody, and entirely unique, this movie is a delight for me from beginning to end.

While this movie, as with the whole series, did not do Gene Roddenberry's vision for Star Trek justice, being far more about action and war, instead of a thoughtful commentary on social issues delivered through a vehicle of exploration of space and attempts to understand and connect with other cultures, it's still a delight to me. I adore the relationship between Spock and Kirk. In truth I find all the characters interesting and enjoyable to watch, though I didn't care at all for the relationship between Spock and Uhura. But I find most straight relationships to be a bit of a turn off and always have, so I don't think my opinion is necessarily rational here.

This list would not be complete without Ever After, my favorite of the very few straight romance movies that I actually enjoy. Drew Barrymore's Danielle is an emotionally strong bookworm whom I absolutely adore, and Henry, despite his flaws, draws me as well. I love them together. Why that is, exactly, is not something I can fully explain. But I do.

I think that The Lion King 2 is vastly underrated. Getting to see Simba as King, and all the ways his childhood trauma impacted his behavior, was fascinating. I also adored Kiara, and, as I am a sucker for redemption arcs, ESPECIALLY those that stem from overcoming poor parenting, watching Kovu shake off his mother's toxic influence, and become the kind lion that he is on the inside, was deeply meaningful for me, as I was facing the same challenges. And there was something very sweet about the two of them finding themselves in each other.

I realize that a lot of these are movies that were influential to me as a child, and I think that's likely because I much prefer television shows over movies as an adult. I like the long form nature of them, and getting to see people change in a gradual way that feels more realistic and requires fewer montages, fun though those may be (looking at you, "I'll Make A Man Out Of You") is much more appealing to me.

I'll tag @heretherebedork @absolutebl @sastiel-daily and @infinitysgrace

#my asks #mulan #lion king 2 #road to el dorado #world war z #star trek 2009 #ever after #independence day #cabin in the woods #interview with the vampire #bookmarked