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mushroominlove · 1 year

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A/N: reuniting with my boys rich and seth,, I like it but I also don't write very often but like this?? <333

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Finally stepping onto the porch, a warm mug in hand, settling himself in his ancient porch swing. The night was supposed to cool but Anthony sat watching the sun just barely wavering on the horizon wondering. Wondering why the air sat so hot and still, it was suffocating, and if it had anything to do with the guests he was expecting. His best friend and his best friend's brother. And another, someone young, new, not as scared as they should be. Anthony made extra horchata in anticipation. Richard's favorite, his brother, Seth, favored it too but wouldn't admit it.

The lull of the swing and the near blinding light of the sunset had Anthony practically hypnotized, at least it did until the rough sound of tires turning hard on the dirt road brought him back. He stood up when the car stopped in front of his house. Setting his mug on the ledge of the banister he leaned on, hands clasped together, he waited to see just who could've stopped by. Of course he knew already, Anthony always knew. Many found it unsettling.

"Look who dropped by. If it isn't los Geckos hermanos- my boys!" Anthony laughed on his way down the stairs. Richie met him halfway, lifting him into a hug.

"We are not your boys." Seth sounded tired.

"Yes we are, Bug." Richie was quick to reassure his friend. By now both brothers were standing at the stairs together, not nearly long enough to be waiting, before Ant spoke again.

"You're missing someone, no?" He was trying to peer into the tinted windows of the shiny car, searching.

"Christ, I forgot you're weird," Seth grumbled, waving into the car for whomever to exit, "yeah, Tony, there's another."

If he weren't trying to make a good impression he would've done more than glare at the older man. He despised being called Tony. He finally withdrew his eyes and looked at a young woman. A child, really, maybe 18. She was already smiling at him, it was returned with ease.

"Hia, sweetheart, I'm Anthony." And normally she would've recoiled at the nickname but something about him was different. Genuine, vulnerable, even.

She took his hand, a firm shake and a simple I’m Katie and she was pulled into an unanticipated hug, she laughed and looked at the brothers who only shrugged. Let it happen Seth mouthed hands up in faux surrender. And she did, finding the feeling almost strange after so much heartache. And they pulled away just as quickly.

"Come on inside, drinks are ready and dinner is in the oven. I've already got the rooms set up and the first aid kit on deck," Anthony was already walking inside, forgetting his mug on the banister Seth was sure to snag it on his way in.

"Divvy out showers and such and we'll eat and talk because I know these two have a heap of trouble just followin 'em huh?" Anthony joked, glancing at Katie who could only nod and let out a sort of airy laugh at the change of pace and energy inside the house.

Anthony was one of their oldest friends, might as well have been the only one at this point. He and Richard were always close, best of friends, affectionate and protective, joined at the hip as kids. Seth was dubbed best friend by association, mostly, as he and Anthony had such a different relationship. Just as protective but so much more rough around the edges. Always butting heads but quick to cut anyone else who thought it was okay, it was rare to hear them say a kind word about the other as they were always pushing buttons. Still, back in the day if you saw one the other two were likely getting into trouble not far off.

He kept in touch with both brothers, just barely. He mostly wrote to Seth but would try to drive out to meet up with Richie, keeping him mostly sane until he hid so even Ant couldn't find him.

Katie got first dibs on the shower, claiming she’d eat afterwards. The boys took a seat at the island counter watching Anthony fish out the food from the oven and pour them drinks. Serving them in silence he caught Seth with his mug, smugly drinking the contents of his forgotten drink. "Dick, that's mine." He complained, snagging the mug from his hands as he finished it. Anthony continued to quietly whine into his cup as he refilled it, considering taking the drink he just placed in front of Seth back. He didn't. Instead he waited as his boys ate, staring into his fresh cup, wondering what exactly they would tell him. Anthony already had some ideas but his visions were never crystal clear.

Richard, who was easily distracted by the food, couldn't help but watch the strange interaction between his friend and brother. It wasn't any different than it used to be, nor was it all that different than his own interactions with Bug but he knew it was different. Somehow it was different, it just was but he was wrong about this sort of stuff all the time. Richie really took his time looking at them between shoveling food into his mouth.

"You wanna taste your food first, Richard?" Anthony spoke up from his place against the counter. There was no malice or force behind his voice, he was teasing. In response Richie sniffed hard and took his next bite agonizingly slow, not breaking eye contact. Once he took the bite he almost tumbled out of his chair.

"What is with you two and staring into one another's souls." Seth laughed, retracting his arm from shoving Richie.

"Huh? one another souls?"

"Thought eye contact was a good thing?"

Anthony and Richard spoke at the same time and before they could react a laugh sounded from behind them.

Katie came walking out, hair still wet, but in fresh clothes. When the boys turned around Anthony already had a plate ready, setting it down in front of her as she sat.

"Thank you- so much, really." Katie was beyond grateful. Being here, the warmth from this specific place and the thought of what they'd eventually be going back out to, made her savor it all a little more.

"So is anyone gonna fill me in?"

"What you don't know already? Haven't gotten any of those, uh," Seth started saying, waving his hand and wiggled his fingers at him for emphasis,"freaky visions you used to get all the time?" Another chortle from Rich and Kate as Anthony smack Seth's hand away.

"You know damn well that it's never straightforward. I get bits and pieces and y’all are lucky I like puzzles," He pointed at them as he walked away to the living room. Kate sat confused but didn't bother asking anything because she knew there would be answers. Seth leaned in close to her. "Sketchbook."

And as if on cue Anthony walked in holding up a spiral-bound book like some kind of trophy. He slapped it on the counter and started flipping through it, everyone gazed at it in curiosity, and he began to speak up.

"Gods and monsters, ya know, vague and threatening. Snake bites and totems I don't recognize," the spread he had open was a litter of graphite. At first it almost didn't make sense, drawn so hastily, sketches overlapping, smudges clouding the page. Snake fangs, tunnels, and halos, carvings from temple walls that he just couldn't have seen before. It made Kate's skin crawl, how truly real the drawings seemed, if only just for a moment. She went looking to the Geckos for understanding but they didn't seem phased at all. Glancing back at Anthony, he spoke again,

"So what the hell happened to you guys?”

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vbnhuet · 4 months

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"Bowser hope that his date, whoever he might be, is braver than these fungus."

This is a companion sketch piece I make for the newest chapter of my fic, Blind Date! You gotta have to read it to understand the context... but if you don't wanna, depict this picture however you like :D

#bowser #luigi #bowser x luigi #bowuigi #digital art #fanfic #my art #my writing #super mario #toad #click the image for better quality

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 11 months

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Okay i have to write this down. I have had a very specific fic idea sitting in my pumpkin of a head, rent free.

Draco gets a job - absolutely nothing important or fancy - as some kind of paperwork/paper pushing clerk at the Ministry right after his trial (some sort of reformation program for acquitted death eaters). Fast forward 8 or 9 years and draco still has the same job except he's kind of irreplaceable now because nobody can keep track of all the bajillion bullshit documents that get processed every fucking day - except draco. He sits in an office only slightly larger than a toilet cubicle and has stacks of parchment floor to ceiling ALL AROUND him and it's a bit dizzying honestly, but draco? You ask him for a specific document from december of 1999 and he'll find it in under ten seconds flat.

All this is not even the best part. The best part (in my head) is that draco is the biggest most terrifying GROUCH. Glasses perched on the tip of his nose, hair always rumpled (we know why but we get there later), draco sits at his tiny overflowing desk and barks and snaps at all the people who nervously stop by because they need their paperwork done and the Ministry has literally not bothered to hire anyone else. He doesn't report to anybody, he has no direct boss, they never sorted that shit out. It's something of a rite of passage for new ministry employees to get past draco. He's bony and pale and resembles an infuriated bowtruckle at any given point in the day. He sits there quill in hand, desk in impeccable order and just scolds every single person he meets.

"These are all in the wrong order," he snarls, shoving a sheaf of parchment at a young woman, somebody's new secretary. "Go rearrange them and maybe then I'll stamp and process them."

"Can you not see I'm already talking to somebody here?! Don't stick your head into my office when I'm already occupied. Get out and wait your turn."

"Shut the bloody door, can't you read the sign on it?!"

Occasionally though? He's a gem: "All right, okay, you need a letter from a parent or guardian since you're not of age yet. Didn't they tell you that when you applied for the summer internship? All right, why don't you dart through the Floos downstairs and fetch a letter from home? I'll be here until 5:30. Dry your eyes now, go on. I'll wait."

The whole ministry is terrified of draco and his temper and he speaks to nobody outside of work and nobody knows where he lives or whom he goes home to.

You know whom he goes home to, though, right? 👨🏿‍❤️‍👨🏼

#you know that grumpy toad in that comic 'i am doing my best'. that's draco's resting face #my writing

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chamerionwrites · 8 months

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Now and then I have a little giggle when I recall that JJ Abrams made Rey Palpatine's grandkid via some sort of nonsensical cloning plot. It's not the worst thing in the ST but I do think it's emblematic of why it's bad. Signifier without substance. Derivative *and* gutless. Tried to rip off ESB without understanding how the Vader reveal works as a narrative beat, gave Sheev spawn, and didn't even have enough courage of their convictions to admit that he fucks.

Like we all know Vader spent two decades pining gloomily after Padmé. But Palpatine? Sheev Palpatine? The guy whose two modes are smiling smug self-satisfied secret smiles to himself and crowing POWER, UNLIMITED POWER? The guy who cackles with maniacal relish anytime he gets to let his hair down and have a lightsaber fight? That guy is a hedonist. Tell me I'm wrong. That man is at all times enjoying the hell out of being irredeemably evil. He is a literal emperor, the vastly powerful and mostly unchallenged ruler of the galaxy, reveling in a victory he spent many years plotting and scheming for. And they had to invent some half-assed narrative afterthought of a cloning program rather than simply allowing us to assume that at some point in the two+ decades between ROTS and ROTJ, that man got laid? The cowardice. The incompetence. The sheer commitment to taking every conceivable L

#sheev probably fucked somebody on the THRONE #what else was he doing? lounging around the jedi temple and giggling to himself? subjecting vader to awful medical procedures for fun?#he has people to rule the galaxy with an iron fist dude is fully living his best life watching operas and doing lil sith research projects #i'm sorry i just find this SO funny. literally what is the point of the cloning shit except the creators nervously wringing their hands #and assuring us that we don't have to contemplate the evil toad man/walking corpse in bed #COMMIT TO THE BIT COWARDS #obvs i'm being a bit facetious but i'm also not #star wars #palpatine #my posts #also #on writing

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chaoscroissant · 4 months

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my best friend is the best friend in the world

#poems #web weave #web weaving #webweaving #literature #thoughts #poem #writing #friends #on friendship #on love #on distance #long distance love #frog and toad

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pianokantzart · 20 days

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Taken from Mario Party 4 in Luigi's present room

Idk why they're roasting him

LEAVE HIM ALONE

#God the early 2000s were so mean to him #Did the Toads from Mario 64 ds write these descriptions???#nsbfenro #askbox #luigi #super mario bros #super mario brothers #Mario Party 4 #Owning a cute dumbell you can't actually lift is so me-core though #he also seems to be a pretty big pan of hot pink which feels in character

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ghostytoad · 6 months

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Omg I loved the raph req you just did!! Could I req basically the same thing but with a reader that’s similar to Leo instead? Thanks a ton<3

jfksdjhgklsh i've had to break this into multiple parts bc they turned out a little long, but hopefully they're just as good TwT

* Fun n' Games *

ROTTMNT Boys x GN! Leo-esque reader who enjoys drama, making jokes, and being overall awesome

Summary: The Hamato brothers unexpectedly fall for the smug, but genuine, fun-loving reader despite their egocentric habits

Headcanons for: Raphael

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff || Words: 1.3k

Donnie | Leo | Mikey | Bonus!!

Raph:

oh god, he's gotten his fill of worry-fueled headaches dealing with his little brother's shenanigans; why, WHY great pizza supreme in the sky did there have to be another one??

y/n's reckless antics has him worrying himself into an early grave, especially when they're so keen on proving themselves to everyone with dangerous stunts and high-action battles

it's not that he doesn't enjoy the odd adventure or two with them, but y/n's a HUMAN and he's a WAR MACHINE. he has to be extra cautious around them!

he's taken it upon himself to keep an eye on y/n at (almost) all times bc of their more impulsive actions; he is the oldest and biggest hamato after all, so who better to protect y/n?

if they're out and about with leo or mikey, he will DEFINITELY be there to intervene bc he knows those two are just askin' for trouble; he's their only braincell and they're NOT leaving him behind

it's through his constant surveillance (with some help from donnie), that he slowly starts to realize his feelings for them runs deeper than just wanting to keep them safe

god forbid y/n tries to hide their latest blunder or misadventure, raph will have an absolute FIT (nothing physical obviously, he'll probably get all pouty and insecure)

"look, i know i might not look it but inside, raph is just as scared as anyone else that the people i love could get hurt. i'm not mad, i'm just… tryna look out for you, y'know?"

mikey likes to tease raph for "babying y/n", which says a lot when it comes from the literal baby of the family; kinda forces raph to rethink his overbearing behavior

once he realizes just how overbearing and borderline scary he's being, he will do his best to back off and cut back on all the 'stalking' and 'babying'

will genuinely laugh at y/n's jokes, no matter how bad they are; even if leo literally made the same exact joke 10 minutes ago, raph can't help but double over wheezing with laughter when they say it

he finds y/n's delivery a lot better than leo's; genuinely thinks they are the funniest person alive

he will sometimes join in on y/n's teasing whenever it's directed at his brothers or at an enemy while they're fighting; if he manages to make y/n laugh at one of his jokes, he'll be over the moon with joy

has the habit of accidentally referring to y/n as 'leo' when he's scolding them or going into a long rant about staying safe or something; it's not that he sees y/n as a "human leo", he's just used to getting onto the red slider turtle for the same exact shenanigans so it's like an auto-response

immediately catches himself the moment he does misname them and profusely apologizes through his flustering tears; forgets what he was even mad about every time it happens

for a while, raph considered getting y/n a guard dog or something to watch over them but would they even want a dog? what if they're allergic or they have a terrible fear of dogs or something!

on top of that, despite claiming to be "good with animals", he basically scares off any small animal that comes within 10 ft of his towering stature

but aha, an idea! what if instead of a pet, he gave y/n something special of his? something he can trust to take care of them

as long as y/n PROMISES to keep it safe and clean, raph will gift them one of his special teddy bears to watch over them when he's not around

won't admit it, but he finds y/n's big ego and constant bragging to be incredibly endearing and will add to it whenever he can

like yeah, what isn't to like? they're cool, funny, they know where all the action's at, they have the prettiest eyes; it's no wonder y/n is as confident as they are - to be honest, raph's not sure why EVERYONE doesn't feel the same way about y/n

likes to use his special raph-exclusive catchphrase 'like a boss' to describe everything y/n does (a high honor in his culture)

"did you guys catch how y/n totally shut those clowns down like a boss?? i betcha they could take you three down no sweat!"

gaming buddies!! it's one of his favorite pasttimes and what better way to channel y/n's competitive energy than with some good ol' beat 'em ups

1v1 video game marathons are GUARANTEED to last days for the two of them; they've both managed to lose major sleep bc of how invested they get into the competition

but sleep deprivation has a habit of making fools of us all, even headstrong turtle mutants. and y/n just happens to be the subject of raph's sleepy rambles

"I swear, I can't feel my eyes…" Y/N's croaky, tired voice muttered as they fought sleep against the now-deflated beanbag, the dim glow of the television screen highlighting the dark circles of exhaustion, "How long have we been playing?"

Slumped over next to Y/N was the large turtle, struggling to muster a coherent sentence as total nonsense tumbled from his lips. As he lay facedown across his own plush beanbag, controller lazily dangling from his large hand, he continued to mutter unintelligably.

"Alright, big guy, let's get you to bed." Y/N groaned as they sat up to stretch. They couldn't help but smile as they watched Raph's sleepy form slump further forward in protest, his knuckles brushing against the floor from how far he'd shifted. He was stubborn to be sure, and all of this just to win a single round. It's not like Y/N didn't warn him ahead of time just how epic their combat gaming skills were! He really should've heeded their warning, it would've saved him hours of humiliating losses and subsequent insomnia.

"L'go one more roun'…" Raph finally managed to grumble, his voice tapering off as the drowsiness overcame him once again. He refused to let the night end until he'd bested his opponent at least once.

"Nuh uh, we're getting you to bed and that's final." the amusement in Y/N's tone stirred the mutant back awake.

"Fine, but I'll getcha next time." Raph finally relented with a sluggish grin and heavy-lidded eyes. With a grunt, he pushed himself up off the sack and was sent stumbling into Y/N's awaiting arms. They struggled to keep a grip on his large form, nearly losing their balance once his full weight shifted onto them. In an impressive show of determination, Y/N had managed to carry Raph into his room, opting to (not so gracefully) toss the massive turtle back onto his bed. Raphael didn't anticipate such a toss and with a hand still tightly gripped onto Y/N's waist, he managed to yank the human down with a light thud against his chest. If it had been anyone else, Raph would've been embarrassed enough, but this particular situation was one he'd keep himself awake at night thinking about. And yet here Y/N was, eyes wide with surprise and body held snug against his, completely unaware of Raph's affection for them. Would they leave? Would they scold him for being too clumsy? Did they think he was a creep?

"Uh… s-sorry. Did I hurt ya?" he managed to stutter, his expression flustered and suddenly alert. Despite the internal conflict, his hand held firm on their waist as if it was urging them to stay.

"No, no, I'm fine. We can chalk this up to you being a sore loser though~" Y/N teased with a light smirk, the dark blush that dusted across their face very evident, only rivaled by the even darker shade that burned at Raph's.

A soft silence fell over the both of them as they timidly avoided each other's gazes, neither willing to yield.

"Um… Good night, Raph-a-doodle. Love ya…" Y/N hummed, nuzzling deeper into his chest while they tried to settle into their new sleeping position. Raph couldn't stop the sigh of relief that escaped him, but the way Y/N looked so peaceful and snug on top of him brought him back into the quiet lull of slumber. They were actually going to stay. Did that mean that they…?

He'd leave that question for another night.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #raphael #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x oc #rottmnt raph #raph x reader #raph x oc #x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt headcanons #teenage mutant ninja turtles #toady talks #toad talks #toady writes

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mournfulroses · 6 months

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Elizabeth Bishop, from The Selected Poems of Elizabeth Bishop; "Giant Toad,"

#lit #elizabeth bishop #poetry #angel #giant toad #poetry collection #writings #p

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dragon-fly34 · 24 days

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Can any one imagine this? 🤣🤣🤣

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toads-treasures · 14 days

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OC in fifteen - Leda

Rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you for the tag @serially-wayhaven this was so fun! Unfortunately I don't get any bonus points tho cuz I am a yapper and I didn't realize how often I interrupt dialogue with actions until I did this lol.

These are all pulled from various unfinished WIPs, all with very helpful and insightful names.

Rolan/Leda thoughts

“Arduous,” she laughs, bumping her shoulder against his, “I like the way you talk. Arduous,” her voice drops several octaves in what he thinks is supposed to be an approximation of his own voice, “you make it sound like a spell.”

“Sorry,” she whispers, smothering a laugh behind her hand, “I didn’t mean to appear quite so eager,” “Are you not eager?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking. He means it to be a joke but he’s suddenly uneasy, “Of course I am,” she says, trailing her fingertips down his chest and he almost jumps as the tip of her tail grazes his own, “I just didn’t want to appear that way, you know? Don’t want to scare you off.”

Your mind is a stream of colors- (AKA Leda and Wyll are trippin' hard on myconid spores)

“You’re beautiful,” she says, resting her hand on his cheek, “like the sun setting on the Chionthar. Or do you remember when we found the monastery? Coming around that bend, with the whole valley sprawling out before us,” her voice is so low he has to lean in to hear it, “all soaked in gold.”

“I used to paint,” she says, and her fingertips move to brush his chin, tracing the line of his scar, "a lot, actually. I used to paint all the time," when her fingertips graze his bottom lip his breath hitches. "I don’t know if you could call me skilled,” she shakes her head, smiling though her eyes are glassy, almost distant, “in fact I know you couldn’t. I was far too impatient for that, but I enjoyed it.”

Party time

“Of course I noticed,” she plops down next to him, drawing her legs up to her chest and tucking her skirt over her knees so only the dusty toes of her shoes are visible. She’s close enough that her shoulder brushes his, and he can smell the flowers she has woven into her hair, “You’re not skipping rocks without me, are you?”

“Good,” she says, plucking the goblet from his hand and taking a cautious sip before her eyes widen, “ooh, that’s nice,” she takes another, longer sip, something closer to a gulp, “the stuff Lia just tried to give me would take the hair off an ogre’s chest.” “And how much of that stuff did you have, exactly?” Wyll asks with a laugh, taking his goblet back before she can drain it. “Oh none,” she says, relinquishing it readily, “I tried to take a shot, choked, and then spat it all over myself and Rolan. I’m surprised you can’t smell it.”

Wyll shakes his head, smiling ruefully, “Nothing gets past you, does it?” “Oh plenty does, just,” she pauses, and he swears he can see a dull pink flush rising in her cheeks, “just, not where you’re concerned.”

Wildheart

Perhaps he can see something of it in her face, because he takes her hand in his, presses a kiss to her palm, then her wrist. When he speaks, his lips brush her pulse, “What would you have of me, my lady?” “I-I don’t,” her voice is almost unrecognizable, high and breathless, “I-I’m not sure,” she laughs, practically giggles, and covers her eyes with her free hand, attempting to hide at least some of the blush now spreading up to her hairline.

“No,” she says, trying to sound light, nonchalant, anything other than the mess that she can feel gradually unraveling in her chest, in her head, “it’s not.. not my first. I’ve, ” her throat suddenly feels tight, and she doesn’t want to admit this to him.

“Cheeky,” she says, but any annoyance is undermined by the shakiness in her voice and he grins, before reaching down and intertwining their fingers once again,

Tagging @hereforthehaunts @galaxycunt @narrativefoiltrope and @agentnatesewell and whoever else feels so inclined!!

#I don't think this is quite fifteen but close enough #oc: leda #wyll ravengard #toad writes #my wips

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grays-gibberish · 2 years

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ahhhh the week is here !!!!

#toad talks #toad writes #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiemunsonweek #eddie munson week #st

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mushroominlove · 2 years

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Warnings: poor self talk, non descriptive burn/ hand injury

A/N: I wanted to try my hand at writing a dream I had the other day! It kind of solidified Snart’s place on my f/o list. This is kinda sad i guess idk I don’t write :)

We’d only just gotten our crew back days ago- time was more difficult for me now. What was minutes to us were years for them and I couldn't help but feel further away than before.

A couple fuses down in the engine room were fired from our last encounter and lucky for us Jax wasn't the only mechanic, he also wasn't the only one studying the ship. It was usually him and I doing the brunt of the work, but tonight Kendra was lending a hand. I was thankful, she's always made things easier, but I needed something else to focus on.

I needed something to do with my hands, something I could hyperfocus on, get lost in, make me stop thinking. Just my luck it wasn't taking, the rhythmic motion of removing wires and repairing circuits and soldering things in place wasn't enough today.

Jax made her laugh. they were too far away for me to hear the joke and I wasn't trying to listen, but Kendra found it funny. Her laugh was loud, she shushed herself but not before it interrupted me. I couldn't bring myself to be all that upset by it, I mean her laugh was perfect. out of the corner of my eye I could see them, Jax was gesturing into an open panel, likely telling Kendra what was happening in there. she was so smart- she doesn't give herself enough credit there.

I hear a pair of softer footsteps walk in. Snart. He just stands with me, he’s not usually much help with this stuff. Mick must be napping or something. He doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s looking at me and the exchange on the other side of the room. I squeeze my eyes shut to refocus myself, but my hand never stops moving, I'm almost done with this panel. I open them, I can see again, I strip a couple wires and reconnect them, covering the exposed metal thread I replace the panel. Only one more left. I glance back at the pair across the room, almost envious. "So, which one are you pining after?"

It's Leo, his volume is quiet but deliberate. He's teasing me. I'm in no mood unfortunately, God, I wish I was. my jaw clenches and I shake my head. work the wires, be careful of your fingertips. I think over and over and so I work the wires while I speak, just as quiet.

"Neither one of them, thanks. Jax likes Kendra and she wants to like Raymond because he likes her but she's still mourning Carter. and I don't stand a chance with or against any of them. I mean she's practically perfect and she and Ray spent nearly three years together and I just don't measure up." I couldn't stop the bitter, empty laugh that left my throat at the end.

And we stayed like that. silently working, finding comfort in just being present. Jax and Kendra laugh. I'm not sure who laughed first but I wasn't ready for it, so I dropped the soldering iron. While it clatters on the panel below it I take a breath deep enough that I feel my chest tighten. And I hold it. I’ve closed my eyes and find myself slowly releasing the breath I was holding.

Turning my head, barely, his eyes meet mine and I crumble, just a little bit. “How pathetic do I look right now?” I can’t help but ask Leo even though I feel like a wet bag. Heavy and drooped, mopey. Wondering if I look as bad as I feel. His head tilts back and to the side just a little, like he’s trying to get a better look at me. He doesn’t have to I’m right in front of him, but the extra action almost makes me want to smile. He knows this. “Not at all, but you do look sad.” I can’t find it in myself to look at him anymore because he’s right. I am sad and it’s pathetic.

I’ve only a few more wires to go and then I can nap before Rip inevitably calls us for another ‘mission’. Work the wires and be careful of your fingers. Sighing I shake my hands and take up the iron once more, but only once more as I quickly caught my thumb under the tip of the iron.

Kendra and Jax are whispering and Leonard’s eye’s bore into my skull and I realized I was shaking. Embarrassing, that's what this is, embarrassing. I can’t even find it in myself to be mad at anyone but myself, they all care too much for me to be able to justify any anger but for fucks sake would it be easier.

I can’t even stop Leonard from taking the iron from me, I’m so lost in thought, this is ridiculous. I’m ridiculous. He finished my job for me. Granted it was only a couple wires, not hard to do, but my work nonetheless and Snart did it for me. “You know better than that, you are better than that.” In the moment I’m not sure what he’s referring to but I know my face is tense. It probably looks like I’m scowling at him. It isn’t until he’s holding me that I start to come back to reality.

“I’m sorry Leo.” I mumble into his chest. He isn’t exactly too keen on pda. We’ve never hugged before, he’s warmer than I would’ve thought. It’s nice. He’s nice. I’ll tell him later.

He doesn’t smile, per say, but it's pretty close as I break the hug. He gestures to my hand, it’s worse than I remember it being a few minutes ago and I cringe. “Medbay” we say simultaneously and, begrudgingly, I follow him as he guides me by the shoulder. I’m not sure how we became friends. but I couldn’t be more grateful for it.

#toad writes #temporal zone #ahhhh he means a lot to me and i miss him he is my friend and i want to beat him up #i did tell him he was nice and he threatened to shoot me <33 told me to keep it a secret he has a rep to uphold #dreaming mushroom #fic

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Luigi the Bookworm 📚✨

Today, April 23rd, we celebrate Book Day in Spain with a beautiful tradition: gifting books and roses. In the past few months, I've started to see Luigi, my favorite Mario character, as a bookworm, thanks to some art pieces like this one, by Mikis_art94 on Instagram, and this one, a short comic by Sarahsketckesluigi, also on Instagram.

And, since I'm also a bookworm myself, I thought of celebrating this day by sharing with you my own take on Luigi's bookish side 🤭 Warning: this is gonna be LONG, so make sure to grab some drinks and snacks and make yourselves comfortable! 💖

(Also, I may go and turn some of these into actual fanfics at some point because, well... I got myself inspired 👀🤭✨)

Please go and check this amazing post by @itsavee4117! It's a companion to this one and you can see many of my headcanons illustrated in his lovely art style!!! 📚💖

@bberetd @vulpixfairy1985 @peaches2217 @nuctoria @keakruiser

@pepperycar @kelbreyworshipper @roscolate and anyone else who might be interested: I hope you enjoy! Happy Book Day! 📚🥀✨

Part 1: Luigi's Bookish Side

Luigi is a person who tends to get excited easily, and when he does, he experiences those feelings with great intensity. This applies to all aspects of his life, and reading, one of his greatest passions, is no exception.

In terms of genres, Luigi is generally open to read anything. He enjoys realistic novels, historical novels, classic novels, mystery novels, sci-fi novels... And he also reads books about gardening, cooking, baking and mechanics from time to time. The only things he’s unable to consume are thrillers and horror. He's tried, but, with all the times he's had to face King Boo, he's had more than enough terror and frights to last him a lifetime, thank you very much.

His favorite genres are fantasy and romance. The former, because traveling to made-up worlds allows him to forget about his real-life problems and offers him an escape from his daily life, which can often be exhausting. The second, because he’s a complete romantic who loves to see people loving each other and living happily ever after. And also... because of something that has to do with Daisy.

Luigi lives every book he reads with the same intensity. For him, it's as if the characters really existed, as if they were his friends, people he can talk to, share common interests with, and also help to achieve their purposes in life (i.e. in the books they’re from).

And maybe... just maybe... he's fallen in love more than once while reading and now he has a loooong list of literary crushes thet only keeps growing.

So, when he’s reading, Luigi laughs with the characters, cries when one of them suffers or dies, his heart tearing in his chest, and is deeply moved every time a tender moment occurs, such as a kiss, a hug or a cute scene involving, for example, a baby or an animal.

His favorite stories are those about siblings. Not only because he enjoys reading family stories, but also because, without even thinking about it, he often finds it easy to put himself in the place of the younger sibling. For him, therefore, it’s as if he were reading a story starring himself and his beloved brother Mario, and he loves to imagine that they’re going on adventures together in an unknown world. Almost like when they first arrived in the Mushroom Kingdom.

Over the years, Luigi has gathered quite a collection of books, so Mario, the moment they move into the little house in the Mushroom Kingdom that Peach offered them, doesn't hesitate to suggest to his brother that he use the extra room to build himself a small library. Luigi is not too sure at first, thinking that maybe his brother would like to have an office, but Mario insists.

So Luigi has a small library in his new home, which he soon fills to the top with books, and it’s his pride and joy. He and Mario assembled the bookshelves together, which they brought all the way from Brooklyn, and now Luigi has a wonderful reading nook where he can isolate himself to let his imagination run wild for hours. It is, along with the bedroom he shares with Mario, his favorite room in the whole house.

For Luigi, reading is something so important, meaningful and almost sacred in his life, that he has a whole ritual that he performs every time he sits down to read. He has a rocking chair in his small library, a present from his brother when they moved to live in the Mushroom Kingdom, and he has it placed right next to the window and in front of the fireplace. He likes to be able to see the sky when he looks up from his reading, and he usually stares at the clouds or the stars while he daydreams about or reflects on what he has just read. During the summer, he usually keeps it open, as he loves to read in natural light while the gentle breeze from Peach's land cools him, and in winter he keeps it firmly closed while the fireplace warms him.

Luigi loves to light a scented candle to help him get in the perfect mood for reading. His favorite scent is vanilla, as it reminds him of his favorite princess, but he also loves lavender and cinnamon. He usually makes himself a hot drink, sometimes tea, sometimes chocolate, and brings a nice blanket to warm up, which is why his favorite time to read is the coldest time of the year, especially autumn. He also prepares his set of post-its to mark his favorite sentences and parts of the book, and he has a ritual for colors too: yellow for funny moments, blue for sentences that make him reflect on them, red or pink for romantic scenes…

Luigi knows that there are many people who write directly in their books, but, for him, that is unthinkable. He sees books as a valuable and precious object, a repository of stories that helps him disconnect from reality and let his imagination run wild. He respects what everyone does with their books, but he’s simply incapable. Especially if it’s a book he has been given as a gift.

His favorite copies are hardcover, even more so if they include a dust jacket. He treasures all his books with the same affection, but those are undoubtedly his weak point. The most precious of all is a hardcover, dust-jacketed edition of his favorite book, which was a present from Mario, and which also has painted edges.

Usually, when it's time to read, Mario is either napping, spending quality time with Peach, or doing something else around the house. Polterpup, on the other hand, takes the opportunity to approach his owner and, if it's summer, lie at his feet while he reads. If it's winter, however, Polterpup will jump into Luigi's lap without his permission and cuddle up and fall asleep immediately, before Luigi even has time to recover from the fright and resume reading. (Check out @pepperycar's funny addition to this!)

Luigi is a speed reader. Usually, when he starts reading, he doesn't intend to go too fast. It's just that, after so many years reading, his eyes have acquired an astonishing speed, and he’s able to retain every word in his head despite going through them very quickly. Also, if a book really hooks him, he’s unable to put it down until he finishes it, which has caused him to stay up late several nights and go to work half asleep the next day, but it's always totally worth it. Because of this ability, he can finish books of about 300-400 pages in just a few hours, and sometimes also 500 if he gets caught up completely.

Luigi LOVES to buy books. His favorite visits are to Sarasaland and the bookstore, and he also does a lot of online shopping to support small publishers. Every time a new book comes home, he gets excited as if it's the first time, and always asks Mario to please record him while he's unboxing it. Mario unhesitatingly stands on the other side of the camera and makes sure that every shot is perfect and that the book looks great, and Luigi, delighted and grateful, always gives him the tightest and most spontaneous hugs every time they finish filming.

And, of course, once he has the book in his hands, Luigi squeals and kicks, excited, as he waves it in the air like maracas before hugging it tightly to his chest. And, when the book is a present from someone dear to him, he acts exactly the same, only he ends up crying and thanking again and again the person who gave it to him while, again, he presses the book against himself as if his life depended on it.

Luigi is VERY much a fan of merchandising. He loves collecting bookmarks, he has such a huge collection that he's had to divide it into several drawers, and every time he’s going to start a new reading, he tends to spend more time deciding which bookmark will be the most suitable than choosing the book itself. He’s also bought a few literary stickers and some printed works of his favorite books, like fanarts of different scenes or characters illustrated by various artists, which he's hung on a corkboard. And, of course, since his books are the most precious thing he has, he’s also bought many literary covers from different small artists' stores, so that he can keep his books well protected when he carries them around.

Luigi is the kind of person who takes a book with him everywhere. A doctor's appointment? Book in backpack in case the wait gets longer. Public transport? He can't think of a better way to spend it than reading. He even takes them with him when he meets up with Mario, Peach and Toad, just in case his brother and the princess get lovey-dovey, and Toad falls asleep. And, if there's one thing Luigi likes better than sleeping in nature, it's reading in nature.

Part 2: The Reader Brother

Luigi has loved reading since he was very young. When he and Mario were babies, their parents used to tell them a bedtime story, sometimes Pio, sometimes Mia, and Luigi always listened very attentively. He would gawk listening to them and loved how they used to put voices and even recreate some scenes to make them laugh.

Mario also listened very interested, but being a more energetic baby, he used to fall asleep about halfway through the story, with his head resting on Luigi's shoulder and his arm firmly around his brother's waist. Their parents would drool, but they had to continue, for Luigi, even if he was struggling to keep his eyes open, wasn’t going to go to sleep without knowing the ending.

Only then, with a satisfied smile, he would hug his brother back, curl up next to him, close his eyes, and put his thumb in his mouth to get ready for sleep. By then, Mario was completely asleep, clinging to Luigi like a koala to a eucalyptus tree, and their parents had to make great efforts not to melt as they tucked them in and kissed them goodnight.

Since then, both brothers have grown up being great lovers of stories, only that, while Luigi loves books, Mario prefers to consume them in movies or video games. Even so, these are all hobbies that the brothers share, as they love to immerse themselves in a good story that helps them escape from reality for a while.

When Luigi gets emotional about a book he’s reading or has just read, Mario immediately comes to his side to hug and comfort him. He knows that, even if it's fiction, his brother has lived through it all in such a way that his feelings, of sadness, joy or emptiness at having finished a great story, are real and intense. And Mario would never judge him for it.

Luigi is deeply grateful not only that his brother comforts him, but that he listens to him talk endlessly about what has just happened in the book he’s reading, and even catches his emotions. Mario may not cry, but he feels his brother's sadness as if it were his own. Fortunately, the same thing happens when Luigi is happy or excited because of a book, and even on the few occasions when Luigi has gotten angry with a character, Mario has giggled under his breath before calming him down, because he finds it extremely tender.

Luigi usually goes to the bookstore at least once a week, and Mario, since they were teenagers, has almost always accompanied him. The only exceptions were when Mario was dating Pauline, and Luigi had no problem paying his weekly visit to the bookstore by himself, but, deep down, he missed Mario.

His brother also loves to accompany him, because, despite not being as much of a reader as Luigi, he enjoys watching him go back and forth from one shelf to another, pointing out the books he’s already read and the ones he wants to read. Also, when he gets the chance to buy a new one, Mario is amused to see Luigi picking up one book after another and trying to load them all and then deciding which one to take home.

Of course, Mario immediately offers to help him carry the books so that Luigi can keep picking up more if he wants to, and Luigi appreciates it from the bottom of his heart. And also that, again, Mario listens to him chatting incessantly about why each book has caught his attention and why he has such a hard time making up his mind.

Mario always tries to guide him in the best possible way: "What do you feel like reading more right now?" "Is it part of a series or is it a standalone?" "Is the sequel already out or would you have to wait?" "Did you like this or that author better?"

And Luigi thanks him deeply for his advice and questions because, that way, he manages to discern which book he really wants to buy that time.

The best way to surprise Luigi, the best birthday and Christmas present, will always be a book. Mario knows this, and that's why he doesn't hesitate to ask his brother to show him his long and endless lists of books he wants to purchase, as well as discreetly taking notes every time he goes to the bookstore with him. Luigi cherishes every book his brother has gifted him like the priceless treasures they are to him.

Sometimes Luigi runs into space problems. Even though his bookshelf is large and spacious, there’s a limit to everything. In those moments when he’s overwhelmed because he doesn't know where to place his new acquisitions, Mario always comes to the rescue: he immediately offers to hang a new shelf on the wall, or to look for another bookshelf to place in some free space in the room, or, directly, he stares at Luigi's shelf with a frown and his hand on his chin for a few moments, before taking the new books from his brother's arms and, displaying his skills playing Tetris, manages to find room to place them.

He loves to do it not only because he enjoys applying in real life what he has learned playing video games, but above all because of the relieved smile that blooms on Luigi's lips when he sees that Mario has found the perfect solution.

Luigi loves going to literary events where he can meet his favorite authors and have his books signed, but he tends to get so nervous that he always gets stuck for words and sweats a lot, which embarrasses him deeply.

The first time, in fact, Luigi was so shocked to have his favorite author in front of him that he fainted. When he woke up in the ambulance, he was so embarrassed that nothing Mario, who, of course, always accompanies him, said succeeded in comforting him.

He only calmed down a bit at home, when, alone with Mario, he began to silently cry without even realizing it, and his brother, not uttering a word, sat down in front of him, worried, and wrapped him gently in his arms. He pressed the back of Luigi's neck softly to make him rest his head on his shoulder and stroked his back gently, his heart aching at each new sob that escaped his brother's throat.

It took him many, many years to convince Luigi to go to an event again, for Luigi feared the same thing would happen to him again. He didn't want to make a fool of himself like that ever again, especially not in front of writers he deeply admires.

So Mario decided that they would practice: he dressed as much as he could like Luigi's favorite author, watched as many videos as he could on the internet to soak up his personality and find out what kind of books they wrote, and pretended to be them again and again, relentlessly, until Luigi, little by little, managed to exchange a few words with him.

It took them many attempts, because, despite knowing it was his brother, Luigi had no trouble getting into the situation due to his overflowing imagination. Mario had to step out of character several times to try to calm him down and help him regulate his breathing.

Luckily, thanks to Mario's efforts, eventually it worked, and Luigi, a few years later, found himself back at an event and able to chat for a few minutes with the writers he read, even though his heart was beating frantically in his chest and excitement was flooding his insides.

He will never be able to thank his brother for his infinite patience, but Mario always plays it down tenderly. He keeps assuring him that it was not patience, but his deep and sincere love for his younger brother and his eagerness to help him fulfill his wishes.

Part 3: Royalty + Luaisy

Ever since the brothers met Princess Peach, she and Luigi have been, little by little, building up a beautiful friendship that grows every day, just like the sweet romantic relationship between her and Mario.

It didn't take long for Peach to discover Luigi's bookish side, and it made her eager and excited, as she has always enjoyed reading and loves to comment on the books she reads in great detail.

So she didn't hesitate to take Luigi to the huge library of her castle, and she smiled, touched, as she saw the amazement with which Luigi observed its towering shelves, turning on himself in the center of the room as he tried to take it all in.

Since then, Peach and Luigi have become reading buddies. The two of them love to immerse themselves in a good story, read together in the castle library while comfortably sipping tea and, of course, comment on what they have just read and exchange views. Luigi even ends up causing Peach to also take a liking to collecting bookmarks and literary merchandising.

They often do joint readings: they discover a book they both feel like reading and set a series of goals to try to read it at the same pace, so they can discuss it as they go along. Sometimes, however, Luigi discovers that Peach hasn't read one of his favorite books, so he doesn't hesitate to read it with her so he can see her reactions, and vice versa. They love to share their anger, their cries and their joys, for it fills their hearts with bliss and emotion that they have someone by their side who understands perfectly well what they’re feeling and why.

They enjoy hearing what this or that scene has made the other feel, or what they think of this or that character, because it helps them to see things from a point of view that, perhaps, they had not considered before. Reading enriches them, but their literary conversations enrich them even more.

And Mario, of course, is delighted that the two most important people in his life have forged such a strong, deep bond and spend so much quality time together, sharing one of their greatest passions. Often, unbeknownst to them, he stands watching them as they read in the library and gets a silly grin on his face when he sees them laughing together after chatting a bit about their readings.

When it comes to Prince Peasley, on the other hand, Luigi is the one who watches him while smiling, mesmerized, as the prince, always so elegant and sophisticated, has an exquisite oratory and knows how to strike the perfect tone every time a character intervenes, and also to confer the right emotion when it comes to the narrator. And Luigi, besides staring at him, enraptured by the fabulousness of his figure, also listens to him spellbound. He would almost say that he enjoys reading more when his beloved prince is the one who narrates, and plays, the stories.

Princess Daisy, due to her energetic nature, is not much prone to reading. She prefers more dynamic activities where she can unleash not only her endless energy, but also her competitive side. Even so, she knows and respects the value of books, having grown up well aware of their importance in safeguarding and protecting the history of her kingdom. (@kelbreyworshipper you may like these ones!)

But when she meets Luigi, she begins to show a slight interest in reading, something that at first was only born so that she could have something to talk to him about. Fortunately, Luigi, despite his initial shyness, doesn't need more than a mention of literature to start talking nonstop about his favorite stories and how much they make him feel. And Daisy, not even realizing it, finds herself listening to him entranced, very attentive to his every word and genuinely understanding why there are people, like Luigi, who find reading so exciting.

Over time, she starts asking him for book recommendations, which he happily obliges, and Daisy discovers that she actually enjoys reading, especially stories with tons of action. Still, what she likes the most about this is Luigi's thrilled and moved expression when he finds out she's actually listened to him, read the book he recommended and, therefore, now they can fangirl together. She falls even harder for him because of the cute little face he makes.

Sensing that her interest in him is growing and that it may be mutual, Daisy decides to invite Luigi to Sarasaland Castle to show him her library. At first she doesn't tell him what she has invited him for, which makes Luigi VERY nervous, as he doesn't know if this is a date or not. She playfully takes him by the hands, leads him to the library doors and asks him to close his eyes. Luigi hesitates a little, unsure, but ends up obeying so as not to disappoint her.

Daisy then opens the library and guides Luigi carefully inside. He almost trips, which makes her laugh, causing him, in turn, to relax a bit. And when she finally tells him to open his eyes, Luigi gasps and his jaw drops, his heart pounding in his chest, not only because that library is even a bit larger than Peach's, but also because, slowly, his mind understands and assimilates that Daisy had prepared this to surprise him.

And even though he’s fascinated by all the books before him, he ends up, without realizing it, looking at Daisy, with a blushing smile on his flushed face and his hands over his heart, while she explains to him that all those volumes belonged to his ancestors and that he has her permission to come whenever he wants to get them. "They're yours!" she says at last, turning to him, and Luigi's heart grows larger at the offer, causing a tear to escape his eyes as the princess, full of tenderness, smiles at him.

Over the next few days, Luigi goes to the library, encouraged by Daisy, who insists again and again that he come to Sarasaland. Her library has a huge ladder to reach the highest shelves, and Daisy uses it without a second thought to glide across the room, to the terrified gaze of Luigi, who dares not even climb the first rung.

As soon as she notices this, Daisy gets down, walks over to Luigi and takes him by the hand to guide him to the ladder. He almost cringes when she places his hand on the wood and freezes when Daisy encourages him to climb up. "It's completely safe!" she assures him. "And, besides, I'll be right here. You can hold my hand as you climb up. I promise I won't slide you down too fast the first time!"

Very slowly and clinging to Daisy's hand, Luigi climbs up the steps. She doesn't let go and keeps repeating phrases to encourage him, which makes Luigi feel almost as safe as when he is with Mario, though in a different way. Once he reaches the top of the first shelf, however, Luigi is unable to climb any higher, so Daisy doesn't pressure him any further. She gently grasps the lower end of the ladder and, after warning him, moves it a little, very slowly as she promised, to make him feel secure.

The next day, however, Daisy goes up right after Luigi and, leaning into the next bookshelf, pushes as hard as she can to propel the ladder to the opposite side at breakneck speed. Her laughter mingles with Luigi’s screams, but however, once they stop, he discovers that, despite his initial panic, he’s had fun with what Daisy has just done.

This then becomes a regular occurrence between them, until it gets to the point where Luigi feels comfortable and confident enough to climb the ladder by himself and propel himself across the library in true “Beauty and the Beast” style.

In the kingdom of Sarasaland there’s a tradition to honor books, as they’re not only a source of entertainment, but also the sacred objects that preserve their history. Daisy has grown up with these values and does not hesitate to tell Luigi about this tradition soon after they start dating.

On Book Day, it is customary for the man to give the woman a rose and the woman to give the man a book. This originated many centuries ago, before everything related to gender and relationships evolved, so nowadays, simply put, the members of a romantic relationship give each other both a book and a rose.

Luigi shows up in Sarasaland on the appointed date very nervously, dressed in a smart green suit, his favorite color, and carrying a wrapped book for Daisy, as well as a purple rose, very rare and hard to come by, which he has grown himself in his garden with Peach's help. Daisy greets him in a lovely purple dress, with a vaporous skirt, matching elbow-length gloves and her delicate shoulders bare. She holds out her gift to him almost before he reaches the castle gates and can recover from the amazement of seeing her so dazzling and beautiful.

He’s delighted when, upon opening it, he discovers that it is one of those special editions he’s been looking for for so long. Only Mario knew he wanted it, so he understands, without needing Daisy to tell him, that his brother has given his girlfriend a hand to surprise him. And that makes his heart fill with love and his eyes with tears, and the book even more precious to him.

Daisy excitedly opens her present and, to Luigi's surprise, squeals when she discovers that he’s gifted her a fantasy adventure novel that caught her eye when he first took her to his favorite Brooklyn bookstore. Daisy drags him into the library, invites him to sit down with some drinks (tea for him, a smoothie for her), and asks him to please start reading.

And so they spend their first Book Day together: settled on Daisy's fluffy library couch, she sat on his lap, the skirt of her purple dress spread over his legs, almost hiding them, and her arms around his neck, depositing light kisses here and there as he struggles to read aloud the book he’s just given her. This was the first time they gave each other a book, but of course it would not be the last, as reading together, visiting the Brooklyn bookstore and Sarasaland and Mushroom Kingdom libraries, and continuing to celebrate Book Day would soon become habit for them.

Daisy often stares at Luigi as he reads, amused by his reactions and the faces he makes, and, when their relationship is more established, she has no qualms about peeping over his shoulder. And Luigi, far from getting angry, what he did the first time and has continued to do ever since is to read aloud, so that she also finds herself immersed in the story without realizing it. (This may sound familiar!)

But what Luigi enjoys the most is that Daisy, whenever the characters in the book share some intimate gesture, instantly replicates it with him. If they hold hands, Daisy immediately reaches for Luigi's hand. If there’s a hug, Daisy wraps her arms around Luigi and holds him tightly, which leaves him breathless, but also makes him laugh and fills his heart with tenderness.

And, of course, if there are kisses, Daisy won't hesitate to start showering Luigi with them. First on his hand, on the tips of his fingers and on his palm. Then on the forehead, with a delicacy that always melts Luigi. His cheeks color every time Daisy places her lips on them, but what drives him absolutely crazy is when she seeks his mouth. It's the only thing that makes him put down the book and postpone reading for another time. (Check out @bberetd's wonderful art for this!)

Often, before they fall asleep, Daisy cuddles up to Luigi in bed, wearing his green shirt, and buries her face in the crook of his neck. Luigi absentmindedly begins to fiddle with her hair, delighted to have her so close, and, with his other hand, reaches for his book to read aloud a few more pages before they fall asleep. It's part of their routine and they both love sharing stories that way.

Part 4: The gang

The visit to the bookstore and libraries has now become a regular occurrence for everyone. As soon as he started talking about books with Peach and she showed him her library, Luigi immediately invited her to come with him and Mario the next time they went to their regular Brooklyn bookstore, and she gladly accepted.

On that first visit by the princess, Peach was as thrilled as Luigi and the two of them went back and forth in the bookstore, she eagerly looking at everything, he endlessly talking about the store and the many books he’s bought there. Soon they found themselves going often to acquire new books, not without first spending a good while in the place accumulating stories in their arms to, again, decide in the end.

Again Luigi was looking for Mario, who, unconsciously, had been staring at them with an amused smile and his eyes full of affection. Blushing, Mario would hurry to come to his side to help him, and Luigi, even though he’d caught him gazing at the princess in rapt attention, wouldn’t comment anything so as not to make him uncomfortable or put any pressure on him.

Many times, however, Peach would intervene and take two of the books Luigi had chosen. That's how she also started giving him books as presents, and Luigi couldn't be more grateful that his beloved friend pampers him that way. Her gesture makes her even more attractive and sweet in the eyes of Mario, who melts at seeing her displaying such adoration towards his beloved little brother.

Daisy, always eager to learn more about the place where her dearest hero in green grew up, also joins in, but, to her surprise, she finds herself next to Mario, fondly watching Peach and Luigi, especially the latter. They, however, are so excited talking about books that they never notice the goofy smiles with which Daisy and Mario look at them, delighted to see their two favorite people indulging in their greatest passion.

Despite this, both Mario and Daisy make sure to pay attention to the books that Luigi and Peach point out with the intention of acquiring them in the future, and then make plans with each other to decide which ones to give them on future birthdays, Christmases and, of course, regular days. Any time is a good time to surprise their favorite people with a new literary gift.

Sometimes, on their dates, Luigi and Daisy also go to the bookstore, and she, as always, listens to him talk very attentively. When it comes to advising him on which book to acquire, however, she’s much more practical: she thinks Luigi should pick the book he wants to read the most… or the one with the most romance in it.

And Luigi blushes violently because he perfectly understands the implications of such a suggestion.

Literary events also end up being a regular thing they all do together. Luigi, thanks to Mario, already manages to control his nerves and chat a bit with the authors when they sign his books. Peach, of course, is all sweetness and always tells them how much their stories have made her feel and dream. Mario just smiles and listens, delighted to be able to accompany them and to see them enjoying themselves so much, right up their alley. He always takes pictures of them with the authors, both together and separately, something he already did when it was just him and Luigi.

Daisy, on the other hand, is so spontaneous and genuine that she doesn't hold back when it comes to treating the writers with too much familiarity, which only embarrasses the others, especially Luigi. If it's the author of a romance book, Daisy doesn't hesitate to cheerfully tell them how much she and her boyfriend enjoyed the sensual and intimate scenes, or that she lost count of how many times she kissed her sweetie during the reading because of the sheer number of times the characters kissed.

In those moments, Luigi can only think of crawling under a rock. He has to resort to all the training with Mario to manage to keep his composure and not faint again or run away to hide so no one sees him turning red as a tomato.

However, then Daisy intertwines her arm with his and kisses him on the cheek, and he feels that his blush, this time, is due to being close to her and to her tokens of affection. After all, Luigi adores everything about his princess, all her sides and her personality, and besides, to other authors, fortunately, Daisy tells them how much fun she and her boyfriend had with their novel, and Luigi can only adore her.

At these events, both Mario and Daisy go out of their way to get lots of bookmarks and merch for Luigi and Peach, as they know they both love to collect stuff related to their favorite books. And also, again, they take mental notes of all the books they can buy as future presents for them.

From time to time, Toad and Peasley also join in on their visits to the bookstore, libraries or events. Toad is a big fan of fantasy and adventure comics, as they nurture his enthusiastic and adventurous spirit, and Peasley loves to talk endlessly with his favorite authors about the various subjects they cover in their books, thus unconsciously displaying, once again, his impeccable eloquence.

I really hope you liked this! I had a blast writing all of this and imagining my favorite characters in the many situations I've experienced myself as a bookworm, as well as adding others I came up with 🥰

Plase feel free to add your comments and feedback, and also headcanons if you have a few of your own! And if by any chance this inspires you to create your own stuff, I'd be more than honored 😭 All I ask is to please give credit! 🙏💖

Before I leave, please remember to check @itsavee4117's blog today! You won't regret it 🤩📚✨

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