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seductivebuttercreams-blog · 6 years

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I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Who? Josh Pieters

Request? No

Smut? Yes

Sorry it's been so long since I last posted, I will try to post more often. I was inspired by Josh's most recent video where he tries to learn the fortnite dances (wow that was a long time since I started this).

Please send in requests

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It had been a pretty busy day at your internship, and all you wanted to do was get home and relax. Josh, one of your best friends, asked to come over to your place for some distraction, which he was pretty good at. You guys hung out and stayed over at each other's place pretty often. He was so fun to be around, you enjoyed every second of his company, sometimes a little too much, since you had started feeling some attraction towards him. However, you were too scared to say anything, as you didn't want to ruin eleven years worth of friendship.

Anyway, you got home and tidied up quickly and jumped straight to the bathroom for a calming shower. Around an hour later you heard some keys interact with your door, followed by loud footsteps and a "Y/N I'm here" from Josh.

You turned off the TV and went over to the living room to greet your friend with a hug. You asked about how his drive was while he placed some groceries he brought over for a chilled night.

You both motioned towards the couch and turned on the TV to watch Netflix. Josh sat on the corner seat of your L-shaped sofa, you followed him and lied down the opposite end, resting you head on his lap.

You watched a couple movies from the "new releases" category and then got tired of just sitting there. So you stood up and went towards the kitchen and decided to make some food. Josh wanted to order take-out, but you convinced him to cook because it would be more fun. It was a chilly night so you decided to make some comfort food. You had some premade pizza dough, and some ripe tomatoes and just random toppings so you got started on making the sauce.

"Why is your place so quiet? I will put some music on" Josh commented as he made his way to the couch where he had left his phone.

"What are you gonna play?" You asked while stirring.

"I'll surprise you" he said with a suggestive smirk.

You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

Suddenly the melody of Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)" filled your flat. You motioned your focus from the homemade tomato sauce and towards Josh, who had just started playing a throwback playlist. He started dancing towards you moving his torso, particularly his shoulders, seductively.

You started laughing so genuinely at the sight of the ginger boy playing, and dancing, to such unexpected music. Barely managing to keep your eyes open from laughing too hard, you see him stripping off his white t-shirt and slowly swinging it on the air to the beat. He starts getting even closer and once he reaches the opposite end of the counter, he lowers his hand and asks you to join him. You, barely containing yourself from every feeling going through your body, turned off the stove and placed your hand on top of his, following him to his original dancing spot.

You and Josh, hands locked together start twirling, lip syncing, and swaying your arms back and forth to the beat. A couple more songs pass by and you both get a bit sweaty, which is why some bits of Josh's hair have turned slightly darker from the dampness.

Lost in the moment you mouth "you look so hot like this", immediately realizing you've just said this out loud, you blush.

"Oh what was that Y/N" he says lifting your chin to look you in the eyes.

"Oh nothing really, I better get back prepping the pizzas" you barely reply.

"Don't go I'm gonna go prep the pizzas on me like that, I know what you said" he paused " you don't look so bad yourself" he finished, biting his lip.

Confused as to what to do, you went back to the kitchen and worked on finishing the sauce, except it was so difficult, seeing as you couldn't stop shaking. Josh noticed and stood behind you without you noticing. Right when you were about to try the sauce, he placed his hand on your waist, unaware of what you were doing, making you spill some sauce on your pijamas.

"OH MY GOD JOSH YOU SCARED ME" you screamed, followed by a laugh.

"I didn't notice you had the spoon on your hand, sorry" he laughed as well. "Oh and your pijamas are stained now", he stopped for a second and carefully thought about his next words, "I guess I won't have to make up an excuse to take your clothes off anymore"

Your smile widened at the realization of what he had just said kicked in.

"Oh, I'm sorry I've been a dirty girl Josh" you mock back at him with a cheeky pout.

He rapidly grabs your waist and places you on the kitchen counter, taking your shirt off and throwing it on the floor. Slowly, he trailed kisses from you lips and towards your chest, taking extra time on your neck, making sure you would have something to remind you of him tomorrow (not like that was gonna be a problem). He proceeded to unclasp your bra, and massage your boobs with his hands, without his lips leaving yours.

Next, Josh moves your legs leaving an open view of your entrance, covered only by your pijama shorts, as you decided not to wear knickers that night. Josh, still with his shorts on, got between your legs and continued to kiss you passionately. You could feel his member getting harder as time went by. Having enough of his kisses for now, you jumped down the counter and grabbed his hand so he would follow you to the sofa. Once there, you took off his shorts and got on your knees to tease his member with your tongue, followed by bobbing your head back and forth to give him a bj.

"Oh... you're so good" Josh moaned, "you're making me so hard".

You slowly stopped and stood back up to kiss him, running your fingers through his hair and sometimes lightly pulling it with your grip. He sat you down on the sofa, and instinctively you opened your legs. He teased you with his fingers for a bit and then took off your shorts, so he could return the favor for what you had just done to him.

He started planting a few kisses on your thighs making his way between your legs. He finally gets to your clit and starts sucking on it, making you moan in pleasure. Then, he teases your entrance with his index and middle finger and gets them inside you, stretching you out a little. After a couple minutes of this, Josh grabs both your ankles with one hand and lifts up your legs, giving him a perfect view of what he was craving so badly. With his other hand, he grabs his member and slowly inserts it where his fingers had just been. He was so big, even bigger than you anticipated. He started drilling his cock inside you, getting faster with every thrust.

"oh my... Oh Josh...yes...you feel so good inside me" you barely moaned out.

"seems like you wanted this just as badly as I did" he said short of breath, "oh you're so tight Y/N, I'm gonna stretch out that little hole of yours".

Letting go of your ankles, Josh told you to get on your knees for him. You followed as he said and prepared yourself to be entered again. Josh held on to your ass and started spanking you, leaving marks he seemed to be proud of.

"I want you inside me Josh please" you begged as you backed up towards his body.

"I like it when you beg you dirty little girl" Josh entered you once again and started thrusting even faster this time. "You like it when I'm inside you don't you?" He asked.

"oh fuck Josh... you...you are...making me so...so...so wet...I think I'm gonna...ahh" you let out in a high pitched voice.

"oh you wanna come don't you, baby girl?" He mocked while thrusting slow and hard.

"Yes... Josh I wanna... I wanna show you how much you please me" these words made him even harder, like that was possible. You started rubbing your clit and backing up onto his dick for maximum pleasure. You just couldn't take it anymore.

"JOSH...OH MY GOD YES... YOU'RE SO GOOD" you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"Come on now finish me up, I wanna see you take me in your mouth" he smirked.

You sat down and he stood in front of you. Josh grabbed your hair into a messy ponytail and helped you out. You looked up to him with "innocent" eyes while you sucked, which drove him crazy.

"Oh...looking at you like...like that makes me want to come...you're definitely getting me off...come on Y/N...show me what this mouth does." He provoked you.

You started going as deep as you could, massaging his tip with your tongue, and giving him handjobs while you teased his balls.

Josh let out such loud moans letting you know he was getting closer, this only made you do everything faster until he finally released over your face and chest.

"you are so naughty baby girl, this is so much better than I fantasized" he went to kiss you.

He then sat down and you sat on his lap facing his body, "I always wanted a taste of your body.......I wanted you inside me so badly.....stay over so we can do this again in the morning" you said interrupting every sentence with passionate kisses.

This was exactly what you needed, like you said before, he was a really good distraction.

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kazewhara · 2 years

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🍵 マスターリスト ! / masterlist ! ⋰˚☆

(last updated: 6/19)

♡ ྀ ALBEDO.

✦ my first kiss went a little like this. (10/21)

✦ (1) jealousy, jealousy. (10/24)

✦ beyond the stars. (11/4)

✦ boyfriend!albedo hcs. (11/28)

✦ college boyfriend!albedo hcs. (12/11)

✦ happy valentine's day! (2/14 ♡)

♡ ྀ KAZUHA.

✦ through the fire and back again. (10/19)

✦ eat shit and die, pretty boy. (10/19)

✦ close your eyes for me. (10/22)

✦ (1) good morning, sunshine. (10/28)

✦ (1) keep talking. (10/31)

✦ rest well. (10/31)

✦ not always eye to eye... (11/3)

✦ (1) sweet mystery of the sea. (11/7)

✦ college kazuha hcs. (11/9)

✦ to be loved. (11/10)

✦ cure for the soul. (11/14)

✦ (3) sweet mystery of the sea. (11/16)

✦ nightmares w/ big brother!kazuha. (11/21)

✦ him sitting in your lap. (11/22)

✦ flower crowns w/ big brother!kazuha. (11/22)

✦ committing you to memory. (11/26)

✦ (4) jealousy, jealousy. (11/29)

✦ mornings with him. (12/1)

✦ (2) keep talking. (12/1)

✦ behind those eyes. (12/5)

✦ snowball fight w/ kazuha. (12/6)

✦ bound by no boundaries. (12/21)

✦ ticklish!kazuha. (1/1)

✦ cherry kisses. (1/11)

✦ petrichor. (1/13)

✦ modern!florist!kazuha. (1/22)

✦ stay. (1/27)

✦ a welcome distraction. (3/3)

✦ i like u. (3/5)

✦ are we really just friends? (3/8)

✦ late night questions. (3/10)

✦ spidey!kazuha. (3/22)

✦ barista!kazuha. (3/26)

✦ so long to pinky... (4/6)

✦ spider-man kisses. (4/7)

✦ sweet time. (4/13)

✦ summer rain. (4/20)

✦ college au!kazuha hcs. (4/20)

✦ it stings. (4/26)

✦ meeting masked!kazuha. (6/9)

✦ and with great power... (6/18)

♡ ྀ AETHER.

✦ through the fire and back again. (10/19)

✦ ohana means family... (10/27)

✦ beyond the stars. (11/4)

✦ dating abyss prince!aether. (11/7)

✦ abyss prince!aether au concept. (11/10)

♡ ྀ XIAO.

✦ ice skating with genshin boys! (10/19)

✦ modern!xiao headcanons. (10/29)

✦ (1) sweet mystery of the sea. (11/7)

✦ suggestive modern!xiao. (11/8)

✦ (2) sweet mystery of the sea. (11/14)

✦ (3) jealousy, jealousy. (11/17)

✦ nose kisses with him. (11/21)

✦ sleepy train rides with him. (11/23)

✦ (4) sweet mystery of the sea. (2/24) (thanks for 2k!)

♡ ྀ DILUC.

✦ ice skating with genshin boys! (10/19)

✦ sick and tired. (10/20)

✦ a spoonful of sugar. (11/3)

✦ autophobia. (11/5)

✦ (2) good morning, sunshine. (11/9)

✦ santa's big scene. (11/12)

♡ ྀ KAEYA.

✦ autophobia. (11/5)

♡ ྀ GOROU.

✦ (2) jealousy, jealousy. (11/1)

♡ ྀ THOMA.

✦ ice skating with genshin boys! (10/9)

✦ close your eyes for me. (10/22)

✦ (1) jealousy, jealousy. (10/24)

✦ lit major!thoma hcs. (11/7)

✦ gotta honor tradition. (11/9)

♡ ྀ TARTAGLIA.

✦ no one else i'd rather fall in love with. (10/13)

✦ are you gonna kiss me or not? (10/15)

✦ sick and tired. (10/20)

✦ ohana means family... (10/27)

✦ best friend!childe headcanons. (10/27)

✦ keep talking. (10/31)

✦ (2) jealousy, jealousy. (11/1)

✦ what happened to you? (11/5)

✦ santa's big scene. (11/12)

✦ you have freckles? (11/22)

♡ ྀ MISCELLANEOUS.

✦ halloween with the KOF! (10/31)

✦ a spoonful of sugar. (ft. jean.) (11/3)

✦ buttercream and sulfur. (multi-character b-day fic.) (12/3)

✦ gang au prologue draft! (1/20)

♡ ྀ EVENT WORKS.

✦ the morning after! (4/23)

✦ love (bites!) (4/24)

✦ eclipse! (4/25)

✦ high school!aether! (4/27)

✦ college!kazuha! (4/27)

✦ college!albedo! (4/28)

『 ...more to come! 』

#z list #genshin #genshin impact #x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #diluc x reader #aether x reader #thoma x reader #childe x reader #xiao x reader

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darklingichor · 3 years

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The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton *Major Spoilers*

I did not plan to revisit this one because I still have it mostly memorized from when I read it over and over as a teenager.

I loved this book so much, even though my life was worlds away from Ponyboy's, I related to him.

This is probably the most influential book I've ever read. I found out it was written when S.E. Hinton was a teen and I thought "Maybe I can do it too."

I soon found that I was far too sensitive to let people read what I wrote, I couldn't get around the idea of pouring part of myself into something and having someone tell me it sucks.

Now, I realize that's pretty rich considering this blog, but I couldn't do it as a kid and even now it feels a little like saying "please judge my spleen for your liking. If it is found lacking, by all means throw it in the shredder. Fear not, I will feel every cut."

This is why very few people have ever read my fiction.

That's also why, with a couple of exceptions I try to be very respectful of every book I read.

Anyway, what made me return to The Outsiders was that I discovered that there was a 50th anniversary edition. This hardcover has extras, my finger was hitting buy before I even registered it.

So, reread it for the first time in a long time.

I sank into the sweet nostalgia of the story. Reading this book is like sliding on a well worn pair of jeans. This book introduced me to Robert Frost.

I taught myself to type using the poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay" because I had it memorized and would never get tired of it.

I still love the friendships and family bonds presented in the story. I still got a knot in my throat when Johnny died and Dally lost everything. I cried when Ponyboy found Johnny's letter. By God, but I still love this book.

I did notice that some things hit differently now than they did even when I read it once in my 20's.

The first thing I noticed is akin to when you watch The Little Mermaid as an adult and Arial says that she's sixteen and not a kid

and you laugh out loud because, girl, you are a zygote, shush!

When Cherry says to Ponyboy, she could fall in love with Dallas Winston so she hopes she never sees him m again. When I was a kid reading this,familar with The Breakfast Club, Grease, etc, this seemed like a natural statement.

Now? My first thought was "Oh honey, you're more screwed up than I remembered." Because from their first interaction, Cherry would fall in love with a catcalling construction worker.

Ponyboy says that Dallas said something "Really filthy". In the movie, he asks Cherry howhe was suppose to know if her hair was really red, like her eyebrows were. A roundabout way of asking if the carpet matches the drapes. Bad enough and in the context of the 1960's that might have been dirty enough to be censored from the orginal manuscript, but I always imagined it was worse than that.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, after all, Dally wasn't so much a step up or down from Bob, as a step to the side.

Honestly when I was fourteen and reading this for the first time, I didn't think much of Cherry, I thought she was fake, and very stupid. She was older than me, but I knew it was massively fucked up not to admit she dated a bad guy.

I see her as sad now, and she's a much darker character She's painted as someone with integrity, someone with principles.

She wouldn't take a Coke from Dally.

She tells Bob that it's her or the booze.

Won't take a pop from a hood, threatens to break it off with her boyfriend if he continues to drink. Okay, understandable.

Realize he beat the tar out of, and pschologically scarred a kid for kicks?

He was sweet sometimes.

What?

He was something special.

She says to the kid he and his friends attempted to murder.

"He wasn't just any boy."

Right you are, Cherry. Incidentally, did you have any pets disappear while you dated him?

She's a mixed up girl.

I had many a head cannon for the characters in this book when I first read it.

I thought Ponyboy would grow up to be a writer, Darryl would open his own roofing business, Soda and Steve would work for him while fixing cars on the side. Two-Bit would work with them when he felt like it, or he would end up hitching to California to be a stand-up comic.

I thought Cherry would end up married to someone who worked for her father, who I imagined was a lawyer.

After this read through? I adjusted that future.

We met Randy again in That was Then, This Is Now. He's a hippie, which makes perfect sense. I see Cherry running off to Haight Ashbury. I don't get farther than losing sight of her red hair on a crowded, sunny sidewalk, but I get the same spooky vibe I always got after reading Rumble Fish.

Something else that hit differently, the relationships between the boys.

It hit differently for me because I know now why I love it so much.

I remember being in a major reading slump before I picked up this book. See, I couldn't get into the books that were marketed to me. I wasn't in to RL Stine, except for the history of Fear Street books. I couldn't get into Christopher Pike at all.

I was reading mysteries and westerns, but I really wanted something that had people my age in it that wasn't a romance or sick lit. I'd read enough of those, and I thought that if I read one more book where boy meets girl then one of them croaks I would scream.

So I went to my mom's bookshelf, and found her copy.

I really loved that the real connections that are focused on, are between friends and family. These connections were not treated as being less than a romantic relationship. In fact, just the opposite, the gang see each other as their cement relationships. Soda and his girlfriend Sandy break up, he's hurt and it adds to an already rough time, but it is not a focus.

I suppose it could be argued that the reason for the lack of focus on romance has to do with the fact that Pony states that he's not thinking of it yet. But seeing how all of the gang look out for each other from Darryl keeping the Curtis's door unlocked in case one of the boys needed a place to crash, to everyone looking out for Johnny, to Johnny staying with Pony when he was upset after his fight with Darry, and looking out for him when they were in hiding, to Dallas helping them find a place to go after Bob was killed, to Pony sticking by Johnny after the killing, to Two-Bit sticking up for Johnny when his mother came to the hospital and how broken up he was when Ponyboy got sick, and finally how one of Johnny's last acts was to write Ponyboy a letter that he hoped would help both Pony and Dallas.

These are not friendships that end when everyone starts dating.

This seems like a "duh" statement, but you have to think, so many things show friendships as training wheels. Something you use until you reach the next level and find a romantic partner. And, maybe this was just my small town, but that was very much the way things went around me, it was expected.

It was great to read a book about kids around my age who didn't see friendships as inferior to romantic relationships.

Now, knowing that I'm Aro Ace, I think I liked it because it spoke to what I thought was important without making it seem like something I needed to grow out of.

The extras were cool, letters between the author and the editors when the book was in the works, letters from the actors who played Pony, Johnny, Soda, Dallas, and Randy.

It was interesting to read the actors' feelings about characters they played so early in their careers. I was half hoping Matt Dillon would apologize for choking on, and embodying that gigantic piece of ham during the death scene, but one can't get everything in life.

I could read the other SE Hinton books, and talk about the connections between them, but I will likely skip That was Then, This is Now and Rumble Fish.

See, I didn't like That Was Then This Is Now very much when I first read it. A big reason? I didn't like Bryon. There was just something about the character that rubbed me the wrong way.

He's... I don't know... he's like Two-Bit without the charm. Plus, Ponyboy is featured, but Bryon hates him. It seems out of jelousy because of all the stuff that had happened in The Outsiders. And he hates him even more *because* he's quiet about it. I get distancing the last book from the next and that was an effective way of doing it, but when I was younger it just made me not like the character all the more.

I've read it a few times since I was younger, wondering if it would improve as I aged. It didn't.

Bryon is still mostly unlikeable. Plus, I grew up in the Frying an Egg, Diving into an Empty Swimming Pool, DARE, era of drug awareness. The whole book felt like a PG-13 version of The Buttercream Gang. Now that I have sufficiently aged myself...

Rumble Fish, I loved, but like I said, it's an unsettling story and one that left me oddly unsatisfied.

I really enjoyed the next two, Tex and Taming the Star Runner so I may revisit those.

#books #book #s.e. hinton #the outsiders #spoilers #revisit 5 #Book blogging 2021 #revisit

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rythasbrenelle · 4 years

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Prompt #19 - Where the Heart Is

(Note: I don’t have any great group screenshots, and I certainly don’t have any with everyone mentioned, unfortunately. Most of this is adapted from scenes written alongside some fine people, and the characters appear in the order of @savothesewercat, @bellsandspells, @mugishalffull, @wineandcookies, @erahsae-ffxiv, @straycatte, and @fheylahaken.) Belmion, ages 7-18; the Duskwight, ages 18-23; Rythas, ages 23-24 “Home, little bat, is where the heart is,” Erelle said. Belmion lifted his head to find her staring down at him. Lit by the crackling fire nearby, her eyes twinkled every bit as brightly as the ten silver studs lining her long ears. She wrapped her arms around Belmion, holding the boy tight in her lap. “It’s with the gang, it’s with your parents, it’s with me. No matter where we go, you’ll have a home with all of us.”

Home was never a single place. It was caves or tunnels, narrow or sprawling, cold or comfortable. It was thickets of trees and bedrolls beneath brambles. It was an abandoned cottage in the woods, dilapidated and one good gust of wind away from collapse. They drifted from hideout to hideout, playing a lifelong game of cat and mouse. But they did it together. If Belmion’s aim was true and his ears were sharp, then he had the Butchers. Murder for love. He was happy to make the trade. “They’re family,” Belmion told himself, years after Erelle taught him about home. He secured his mask in place to stifle what he could of the bitter stench of death as he picked through the campsite, retrieving his arrows and stripping corpses of their possessions. “I do this for them because they’re family.” He was a Duskwight. A Grey. Cave dweller, thief, brigand, murderer. All any of them had to their name was a ruined city nobody on the surface gave enough of a shit about to rebuild or even preserve. The Gridanians would share, but he’d never be seen as an equal. The Keepers would shoot him if he dared walk their lands. Home was something to carve out from the world and take by force. “Bel. Have you ever been outside the Shroud?” Arlianne asked. Her crooked fingers made their way through his long hair, weaving a snowy lock of it into a braid. She sighed and lightly slapped his back as he pulled his hair out of her hand with a shake of his head. “You can use your words, you know. But alright. We should see the rest of the world sometime, yeah? There’s a lot more out there than this forest and the underground.” Belmion hummed. “What about Auntie and everyone else?” “They could come with us, if they wanted. But I don’t think they would.” Belmion tilted his head back, this time spilling more hair across Arlianne’s fingers and earning him a glare as the beginnings of the new braid were made to mingle with hair she hadn’t wanted. “I don’t think so either. But I kind of want to go anyway.” Home was with loved ones. But they weren’t always gathered in one place. That was okay though. If Belmion could stay with Arlianne, anything was okay. The Duskwight lost track of the days. He sat with his back to the wall of the cave. His bloody fingers toyed with the bones of his most recent meal. They were too small to twirl properly, nothing like his lost stilettos. He settled for turning them over and over in his hand. Anything to occupy his mind. He’d spent a third of his life taking everything from the people of the Shroud. They’d finally responded in kind. Home was a makeshift tomb, a secret cave full of bones and dripping water, twelve steps wide. The Duskwight found Limsa Lominsa a poor fit for him. It was loud with the sound of bartering, gulls squawking, sailors coming and going at the docks. He passed his days learning arcanima out of a stolen grimoire. He passed his nights with his back to a wall and a dull knife in his bandaged hand. Home was somewhere far behind him, lost to time and hubris. Home was nowhere, but that was okay. He’d be gone soon. A home would be wasted on him. He kept his head down and his eyes lowered and marched forward. He had no reason to look. Home crept up on him and spoke with an accent that made her sound a little bit stupid. “Hey, sharp.” The words freed him from his reverie not because they meant anything, but because they were said right in front of him. He blinked, bringing the book in his lap back into focus, and lifted his eyes to find a woman staring at him. Her body was all straight lines and sharp angles, not a curve in sight. She blinked large eyes at him, the picture of innocence. “You look like you just walked through a desert.” “Ah. Hi.” His voice matched hers: unremarkable, without power or presence. “I, ah, suppose I did just walk through a desert, yeah. Haven’t been here long.” The waif gestured toward the bench he was sitting on with a wave of her claws. “Mind if I sit?” “Oh.” His eyes cut across the street, taking note of the empty benches across from them. He looked back to the Miqo’te. She wasn’t moving. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Go ahead.” The woman hopped up and perched herself on the stone bench before tucking her spindly legs beneath herself. She’d elected to sit sideways on the bench and face him, fixing her attention on him in a way that felt foreign. He was used to people’s eyes skating over him, hardly registering his existence before moving on. He preferred that. He usually disliked the attention. Not this time. And like that, home had him and wouldn’t let go. “Rythas is good family,” Mahteki murmured, resting his head on Rythas’ shoulder. The smell of buttercream vaguely registered in Rythas’ brain, something he catalogued and tucked away in his head even as his body froze at the sudden contact. His scars were on fire, his hands itched. He felt warmth tinge his ears and cheeks, and it didn’t abate even as Mahteki added, “Zanin still wins though. Sorry.” “Rythas is the best Rythas,” Zanin interjected. He offered a small smile toward the Duskwight. Home became quiet moments between the jobs where he threw himself into the blender and wove magic that threatened to crack his bones and ignite his skin. It was time spent nibbling on cookies and drinking tea and clinging to sanity. Rythas’ stomach twisted into knots. He bit the inside of his cheek and tried to pry off whatever was squeezing down on his heart and making his chest tighten. He kept his eyes down, staring at the bandages wrapped around his hands, following the way they slithered over themselves before disappearing around the contours of his palms. Someone nudged him. He lifted his head to find Lionnellais’ sympathetic smile and a silver flask extended toward him. Rythas barely managed to say his thanks before grabbing the container away from the Elezen. Sometimes, home was a cocoon of noise and body heat, inescapable within the confines of whatever concert venue he’d drifted toward. But it was something meant to be fun. He’d been fortunate enough to find people that made sure of that. Rythas tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling. The chime of a bell was normal. The sound of it being placed onto a pedestal, clicking into place, was not. And he’d grown too used to the rustling of Savo’s satchel and the clunk of a bell being dropped into it to mistake a different sound for it. He climbed the stairs and found Erah’sae waiting by the door. The Keeper blinked his mismatched eyes toward Rythas. “Mornin’, Rythas. I’m not catchin’ you at a bad time or anything, given it’s this early?” Erah’sae paused, then tilted his head. “Or late, ‘pending on your viewpoint?” “Nah. I was planning on being up for a while still.” Erah’sae nodded before taking his hat off and hanging it from the nearby stand. “So, you’ll be up for a bit … mind if I bend your ear?” Home was different than what he’d known. It was giving and taking and not minding whether he was being asked to help or asking for help himself. Building a home took a little bit of effort, but it was worth the trouble. Rythas watched the tuna flopping on the wooden deck, his ears full of the sound of it slapping and struggling. With a word, he lulled it to sleep, then lifted his eyes to look toward the mooncat nearby. Lolette looked remarkably like Savo, though the differences were clear to him at a glance. Still small and delicate, but not starved. Pale hair, but in loose curls. Red lenses, but remarkably bright green eyes behind them. A long tail, but fuzzy rather than rat-like. And perhaps most notable, a huskier voice, barely accented. But her smile was similarly warm and set him at ease. “Oh, I don’t think there’s ever really an end, just a road. When you’re dead then I suppose your journey to redemption is over, but I think it’s something that once you’re already doing, you’re kind of on the right path and, in a way, already there unless you slip up again. We’re stained. But we’re not evil nor irredeemable. Just tainted.” Rythas wasn’t sure he believed her. But he liked that she said it. Home was a place of comfort. Somewhere to limp back to and lick his wounds when they grew too painful to ignore. Rythas motioned for Fheyla to join him, patting the spot beside him. Instead, she plopped herself down onto his leg, balanced on his knee. Ordinarily, he was the warm one. It had come with his time in the cave-turned-tomb and existed as a fire that lingered beneath his skin. But the mooncat felt feverish, her body heat bleeding through the cloth separating them. “As long as you’re trying to be better, it’s okay to me,” she said, nodding her head. Her pigtails, resembling nothing so much as blue and white tassels speckled with dander, bounced. “Thanks. Appreciate your graciousness,” he said dryly. Despite his comment, he rubbed her head. She grinned and swiped the corner of her mouth across his palm, leaving his bandages a little wet. He ignored it and continued, “I’m trying. Really. Doesn’t always feel like anyone sees it. But I am.” “But seriously, why is you having so much trouble learning? I mean, I know you’re only male, but … c’mon?” She paused a moment, then fixed her eyes on him, blue eyes oddly focused behind the red lenses perched on her nose. “Rythas?” “Yeah?” “Has it ever occurred to you to stop resisting and just join my camp? Hitch your wagon to my train? ‘Cause … you may have noticed, I’m always right. Every time you ignore me, doesn’t it end up badly?” “It doesn’t, actually.” “I’m just trying to help you be happy,” Fheyla insisted, leaning close enough that Rythas could catch the scent of old laundry clinging to her. “You seem so sad and I’ve noticed that you never take my advice. Seems like there might be a correlation there.” Home was sometimes full of verbal jabs and groans and frustration. But when the lights grew dim and they were left on their own, it was a place to unmask their vulnerabilities and find comfort. Savo slunk to the couch and curled up as best she could with the space available, resting her head in Rythas’ lap and blinking her glowing eyes in a wordless, tired response as he asked if he’d woken her up when he came through the door. He draped an arm over her, a canvas of scars on blue skin covering bruises and pale skin stretched taut over the bones beneath. Her clawed fingers kneaded his legs like he was a pillow, and once she was satisfied, she rolled over to look up at him. A smile curled her mouth, and she leaned over to kiss his stomach through his shirt. One of his hands fell over hers, and he knit their fingers together. Home wasn’t what he’d known before, when he was never without a chaperone or a crew or a partner. It was sometimes distant and elusive as people came and went, his lives intersecting with theirs however briefly fortune permitted it. It didn’t go with him everywhere. Sometimes it disappeared from behind a bar without warning, sometimes it crawled into a wine cask to sleep, sometimes it skipped off without a care in the world while a million words were left yet unsaid. But he loved it all the same. (Prompt #18: Panglossian) (Prompt #20: Holy Water)

#ffxivwrite2020 #ffxivwrite #rythas brenelle #savo kesslivang #mahteki yah'wasi #zanin briggs #lionnellais devereaux #erah'sae zhwan #lolette panipahr #fheyla haken #i would edit the utter hell out of this #but that's against the spirit of the challenge #so a mess of a post it remains

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 4 years

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Just thought of another idea for the Punk!AU after seeing that cute video of Joey Batey baking!! How about when it’s Sam’s birthday, and Jaskier and The Reader have a go at making a birthday cake for her, and these hilarious shenanigans happen in kitchen.

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Punk!Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 1,694 Rating: G Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @kemmastan @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @amirahiddleston @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @mycat-is-mylove a/n: Sheer fluff. Fluffity fluff fluff.

You and Jaskier were determined to keep Sam’s first birthday lowkey. The press was having a field day, trying to take snaps of her while you were out and announcing a happy birthday to her, speculating on whether or not there would be a large star-studded affair. Your parents had visited the week before her birthday and Jaskier’s family would see her when you went to visit on during their UK tour, but for the actual day just the usual gang would be around. You’d turned down Valdo’s suggestions of pony rides (“she’s barely walking, Valdo”) and circus performers (“she’s not a Victorian heiress, Valdo, also Y/N just saw It and there is a very strict no clown policy in the house for the foreseeable future”). You’d bought a few lavender and pale green balloons to decorate where she’d be seated (but not close enough she could put the strings in her mouth) and then you and Jaskier had set to baking the cake.

“Right, this should be pretty easy,” Jaskier said, hunched over the kitchen island with you, looking at the pinterest cake you’d found.

“Funfetti with vanilla buttercream,” you read aloud, looking over the instructions for how to transform the cake(s) into the adorable little fox creation on the screen.

“I will handle the cake and you will decorate and together we will give Sam the most perfect first birthday cake anyone has had in the history of ever,” Jaskier said proudly.

“But no pressure,” you laughed.

“But no pressure,” he added. You pulled out the kitchenaid and began mixing ingredients while he looked through the cupboards for a while, opening and closing drawers.

“Jask? What’re you doing?” you finally asked.

“Eh… mixing bowl?” he asked. You pointed to the one cabinet he hadn’t yet opened and he pulled out a large metal one. Next came his quest for flour and you finally just went through and helped him gather all of the ingredients. With that you continued your frosting, music playing from the living room as loud as you wanted. Geralt and Yennefer had come by early to take Sam out while they got things ready and you were enjoying the chance to play Vicious Mockery’s latest album loud as it was intended. You were lost in your own little world, vaguely aware of some muttered curses behind you but you stayed focused on your frosting which was veering dangerously from orange to red.

“Um, Y/N?” Jaskier called. You looked over and shrieked. It was your honeymoon all over again except this time with more sprinkles and somehow butter in his hair.

“I say this with love and respect,” you said as he nodded miserably, “Were you a cursed by an especially bitter witch with a hatred of baked goods as a child?”

“I followed the recipe!” he bemoaned. You looked down at the batter(?) in the bowl which, ironically, looked like what the croissant dough probably should have.

“Well… hmm. There isn’t enough time to make a new batch. What if we just add some milk?” you suggested, not sure if that would actually help but pretty sure it couldn’t make it worse.

“So… not water then?” he asked.

“That’s how it looks with added water?” you replied incredulously, poking the stiff dough with the wooden spoon that was wedged in it like Excalibur.

“It wasn’t coming together right!” he protested.

“Ok, no, it’s fine babe let’s just… yeah let’s… just pop some milk in there!” you said brightly. He looked so disappointed and miserable you wanted to try and make it work. It looked a bit more like batter and when you poured it into the pan and pushed it in the oven he seemed a bit more hopeful. He offered to help you finish the frosting and you swiftly declined, suggesting he just go check on something else. He sat on the barstool by you with one of Sam’s baby books and the two of you waxed nostalgic about all that had happened in just 12 months. When the timer went off you both breathlessly peeked at the cake. It had an odd charred look around the edges which you reassured him you could just cut away but when you stuck a knife in to make sure it was all the way done you found a bigger problem.

“How is it both burnt and still mostly liquid?” Jaskier asked, in awe of his own creation.

“Jaskier, sweetheart, I think maybe it’s time we buy a cake,” you suggested gently.

“Oh, I’ve been scrolling through the local bakeries online while that thing baked. We are not feeding our child… whatever this is,” he agreed. He showed you the options and left to pick it up while you worked on cleaning and disposing of the would-be cake. By the time the doorbell rang you noted proudly that no one would ever know what had transpired here. Geralt and Yennefer arrived first as they usually did, Sam making excited chattering sounds and pointing at the door from Yen’s arms, and when you looked down at what was in Geralt’s hands Yennefer spoke before you could say anything.

“I know this looks rude but we have our reasons,” she said. You took Sam from her arms and walked them both inside, gesturing to the counter where Geralt could put down the cake they had clearly bought.

“Don’t be mad,” Geralt said. A part of you wanted to be indignant on Jaskier’s behalf but the other, bigger part of you had been cleaning batter off of the oven vent for the better part of an hour. Yen looked around the kitchen, clearly seeing no sign of cake, and she didn’t need to say anything, her look communicating clearly that this was anticipated.

“Jaskier has many strengths. Baking is not one of them,” she said.

“I know it means a lot to you for Sam to have a cake that means something so, if it helps, she picked out this one,” Geralt said. The cake was a lovely violet shade with blackberries on and around it and the little sticker said it had a lemon sponge beneath the lavender infused vanilla buttercream.

“It’s perfect,” you said with a smile. The doorbell rang and Geralt took Sam from your arms, spinning her in a little circle, making her giggle, as you went to answer. The moment you opened the door Aevryn stuck out a hand to stop you from speaking.

“I know you and Jask were going to bake the cake but Y/N please trust me it’s better this way,” she said.

“What are you – oh,” you said as Valdo dramatically unveiled the cake in his hands by removing the jacket he’d clearly taken off just to obscure the cake till the perfect moment. It was three tiered and all chocolate with lovely sculpted truffles in the shape of foxes, a raspberry ganache running through the middle and drizzled on top.

“This is gorgeous,” you said as you walked into the kitchen with them, “It’s a lot of cake though.”

“Don’t be silly, love, it’s three tiers but the sponge is so fluffy it’s – oh, I see what you mean,” Valdo said, interrupted in his speech by the sight of the cake that Geralt and Yennefer had brought. Geralt cocked an eyebrow at the sight of the cake in Valdo’s arms and shot Aevryn a look.

“Well you did the same!” she said.

“Well, two cakes isn’t that crazy. It just means there’ll be plenty of leftovers!” you said. The door opened and you remembered suddenly why Jaskier had left.

“Alright none shall be the wiser I have got a cake that’s pretty close to what we… wan…ted…” Jaskier’s voice trailed off as he walked in, holding aloft a cake shaped like a fox with lovely detailing in frosting, and saw the other two cakes on the counter.

“Oh gods this looks like an intervention,” he said, “Is there a banner hidden somewhere?”

Aevryn stepped forward and rested a hand on his shoulder, trying to look solemn though there she was betrayed by the amused twinkle in her eye.

“Jaskier, we’re all here because your baking has affected our lives,” she intoned.

“Oh sod off,” he said, shrugging off her arm as she laughed. You took the cake from him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Well, how do we do this?” he asked, looking at the three very different cakes.

“I don’t know… this is like wedding cake testing all over again,” you said.

“Well as it is her first birthday she should have the best,” Valdo argued.

“So you agree she should eat the one she picked out,” Yennefer said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hey, we’re her parents and we got her this cake, she should have the Pankratz cake,” Jaskier protested.

“The Swift-Marx cake was crafted by chocolatiers from Belgium,” Valdo insisted. While they fought Geralt propped Sam up on his knee and quietly reached for the cake he and Yennefer had brought. You noticed and shot him a warning look.

“Look,” you said, interrupting the heated discussion which Sam watched with unfettered excitement, “There is an obvious solution.”

A few moments later Sam sat in her high chair surrounded by her family as they sang happy birthday to her, a plate in front of her with three small pieces of cake. Everyone watched as her chubby little fist hovered over the different cakes, growing far too excited when it looked like she may pick theirs, and then she thrust her whole face down onto all three pieces at once. When she pulled her face back there was orange buttercream from the fox, chocolate and raspberry ganache, and lavender frosting smeared all over her face like a little woodland watercolor scene. Aevryn snapped the photo, the quickest to react with her social media managing reflexes.

“Well there you have it,” you said as you removed the candle before she could try and eat that too, “When granted options she simply takes them all.”

Everyone agreed that she was truly a Pankratz. And a Rivia. And a Swift-Marx.

#Anonymous #Punk!Jaskier x Reader #Punk!Valdo x Punk!Aevryn #Punk!Geralt x Punk!Yennefer #Punk!Sam #Punk!AU #Vicious Mockery #Vicious Mockery AU

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azvolrien · 6 years

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First Steps

I originally intended for this to be just a short one, but somehow it ended up almost four thousand words long. What can you do. Bit of a prequel story; mostly worldbuilding, but also some character backstory and the first ‘on-screen’ mention of High Master Carwel’s given name.

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The door was slightly ajar, but Nicholas tapped his knuckles against it regardless. “Can I come in?”

There was a noncommittal grunt from inside the room.

“I brought you up some cake.”

A pause. “…What kind of cake?”

“Sponge with buttercream icing and strawberry jam.”

Another pause. “All right.”

Nicholas shouldered the door open. The room on the south corner of the house was well-placed to get the sun all day; even in the early evening, light streamed in through the tall, wide windows, casting shifting shadows through the linen curtains and the mobiles hanging from the ceiling. Nicholas didn’t duck quite in time to avoid hitting his head against a carved dragon, sending the mobile spinning on its string as its wooden wings flapped in place. A model of the solar system spun gently in the breeze from an open window, five little planets rotating around a painted yellow sun. In the far corner of the room, eleven-year-old Wygar huddled cross-legged on his bed, a white bandage wrapped around his head, a woollen blanket draped over his shoulders, and a large ginger cat curled up loaf-fashion on his lap. A few spots of blood had leaked through the bandage where it covered his right ear.

Nicholas set the plate down on the bedside cabinet. “I… I see Gregor’s keeping you company.”

Wygar didn’t look up or even smile, though his eyes darted sideways for a moment. Gregor purred happily as Wygar stroked his fur.

Nicholas sat down on the bed. “How does your ear feel?”

Wygar sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. “Still hurts,” he mumbled.

“I’m not surprised!” Wygar’s breathing quivered and he bowed his head. Gregor repositioned himself slightly and continued to purr. Nicholas sighed. “I’m sorry I shouted earlier,” he said more gently. “I was just so scared when I came in and saw you with the knife to your ear like that. Were you really going to cut the point off?”

Wygar nodded.

“Oh, son. Nothing should be so bad that it’s worth hurting yourself over.” Wygar looked up at that. “Would you like us to take you out of that school?” asked Nicholas. “We thought it would be good for you to be with other children your own age, but if you’re really that unhappy there, we can find a tutor for you. You wouldn’t have been there for more than another few months before moving up to secondary, anyway.”

Wygar shook his head.

“No?”

“Why should I leave?” asked Wygar, scowling. “They’re the problem.”

“That’s one way of looking at it, I suppose,” said Nicholas with a small smile. “So. I know you’ve had trouble before, but… None of the past times have resulted in half the windows at your school broken and you trying to cut your ear off. Talk me through what made it so much worse than usual, eh?”

Wygar took a deep breath. “I was outside at lunch break, reading my book. Usually I stay in the library at breaks, but they’re replacing all the bookcases so it’s closed, and they don’t let you hang around in the corridors or the assembly hall so I had to go outside instead. People sneaking whispers during class, it’s not great, but I can handle it and if the teacher’s there then they don’t push their luck too much. But, you know, outside… it’s a big playground and the teachers and helpers don’t pay as much attention as they do in classes, you know?” Nicholas nodded. “So I just… sat down on one of the benches under the rain roof and had my lunch, and I almost, almost made it to the bell without anyone noticing me. But then there were about five minutes until we had to go back to class when Darren Williams and his gang of, of cronies came over.”

“Which one is Darren Williams again?” asked Nicholas, frowning.

“The tall one. Well, everyone’s tall compared to me…”

“About so high, blonde hair and brown eyes?”

“Yeah, that’s him. It’s not the first time he’s picked on me, but he’s good at sweet-talking the teachers and getting his gang to back him up so he always gets away with it… Well, they just started off with the usual stuff, just saying… saying stuff, so I just sort of hunkered down behind my book and tried to block them out, you know? Because there’s just the one of me and they had me cornered in the shed, and I’m too small to fight past them so ignoring them’s all I can do.” Wygar sighed, and fell silent for a few seconds before continuing.

“But then Darren grabbed my book off me and started going through it really roughly, tearing the pages and reading bits out loud in this really sarcastic voice, like it was so stupid that anyone might actually enjoy reading it, and then he got to my favourite part – the scene where Lord Rathus defeats the Red Hills Revenant – and just got this look on his face, and then he said-” Wygar’s breathing shuddered and both of his hands closed into fists. Gregor looked up at him. Wygar adopted a fair imitation of Darren’s voice. “‘It’s no wonder you’re always reading this rubbish – books are the only place some long-eared freak could ever be a hero.’ And then he just chucked the book over his shoulder, pages coming loose, and I… I just lost it and went for him. But he’s still bigger than me and he has all his friends, you know? And they were all around me, all poking and grabbing at me and chanting their stupid chants and pinching their ears into points, and then… I’m not really sure? Things went sort of… weird and shimmery, sort of like above the road on a really hot day, only it wasn’t hot? It was like the air was shaking around me, and then there was this, this weird rumble, then this sort of, of wave went through the air with a funny snapping sound. All of Darren’s gang were thrown back, but the wave kept going until it hit the school and broke the windows. Then everyone got sent home, but the headmaster – he doesn’t like elves either, he’s just better at hiding it – kept giving me this look like it was all my fault and sweet little Darren couldn’t have started anything, no, even though he’s like twice my size and with a whole gang to back him up… And I got home and thought to myself, maybe if I didn’t look so different to everyone else…” A few tears leaked from his eyes, but he rubbed them away before they could really fall.

Nicholas laid one arm around his shoulders. “If you’re sure you want to stay at that school, that’s fine,” he said. “But before you go back, I’m going to go and speak to your headmaster, and I’m going to rip him a new one for letting things get this bad.”

Wygar let out a half-hearted giggle at the idea of his even-tempered merchant father ripping anyone a new anything.

“But that’s not the only thing to take from your story,” Nicholas mused. “This wave you described – it sounds a lot like a technique I’ve seen the wizards use now and then. I think before you go back to school – before anything else – we need to talk to the College.”

The following afternoon, the doorbell rang. Wygar did not look up from his book until his mother called for him to come downstairs. With a sigh, he trudged down to the hall with the book under his arm and Gregor trotting at his heels.

“You’ve got a visitor from the College,” Mari said brightly, waving towards the living room door. “We’ll be in the next room the whole time,” she added in an undertone. “Just shout if you need a hand.”

Wygar just nodded and let himself into the living room. A cup of tea rested on the coffee table; a tall, broad-shouldered man with long black dreadlocks and skin a dark, warm shade of brown stood by the window, his hands folded behind his back as he looked out at the street. At Wygar’s footsteps, he glanced over his shoulder and smiled.

“I heard there was an incident at your school yesterday,” he said.

Wygar perched on the nearest sofa. The man took a seat on an armchair, still on the opposite side of the room, and tied his dreadlocks back with a strip of green cloth. Gregor hopped up beside Wygar and made himself comfortable.

“Are you… Stormlord Llewellyn?” asked Wygar. “Am I in trouble?”

The man laughed. “Am I-! No. My name is Master Idris Carwel. And no, you’re not in trouble for what happened. I’m afraid a few broken windows is far from unusual for a first manifestation.”

Wygar blinked.

“It happens a lot when people first come into their powers,” Carwel explained. “It can be a stressful, confusing experience, especially if they haven’t grown up in a magical family. I expect you have questions; I’m here to answer as many as I can.”

Wygar looked down at the book he still held. “Have you ever fought a revenant?”

It was Carwel’s turn to blink. “…Nnnot what I thought your first question would be,” he said. “No, I’ve never fought a revenant. I have seen a few, though; the best examples have been found down in Kemet and up in the far north of the Sea Loch Country, created to guard the tombs of important figures – kings, priests and so on.”

“Oh.” Wygar tucked the book behind Gregor.

“The Barrow of the Red King is a pretty accurate depiction of ancient Kaldrfjord burial practices in most respects,” said Carwel, “so you can tell the author did do the research. She just upped how dangerous the Revenant would be for dramatic effect. The magic involved in creating a revenant is actually not very different to animating a built construct, but even laden with spells a mummified corpse is just too fragile to do more than walk back and forth looking scary.”

Wygar’s eyes widened. “You’ve read Fireclaw?”

“Of course.”

“Lord Rathus is my favourite character,” said Wygar in a confidential manner.

“The rest of the group wouldn’t have got far without him,” said Carwel, nodding. “But we might be getting a bit side-tracked. Do you have any questions about your magic?”

Wygar screwed up his face in thought and ran his fingers through Gregor’s fur. “Can you tell how powerful I’ll be?”

“Well, it’s not something that’s easily quantified,” said Carwel, “though the number of windows you broke suggests ‘very’.”

“Ooh.”

“There is a safer way to get some idea. Do you know how to conjure a witchlight?”

“No, I’ve never done any magic on purpose.”

“Right.” Carwel cracked his knuckles and held out one hand, palm up. “It’s one of the simplest magics there is; it requires nothing but a little concentration and willpower. Focus on the energy inside you. I like to visualise it as a sort of vortex just under my heart, but you might find something else more helpful; everyone has their own way of managing it.”

Wygar closed his eyes. “All right.”

“Then draw on a little of it, and will that energy to convert into light.”

Wygar took a deep breath and thought about what had happened the previous day. There had been a sound like thunder, a shockwave through the air, and a lot of broken glass. A big fire could do the same thing; he had once seen a half-razed house, the remains of its windows blasted outwards by the heat. He pictured a crackling orb of flame in his chest, and imagined pulling a strand out like drawing a string from a ball of yarn, guiding it down from his heart to the palm of his right hand. It itched, as if roiling under his skin. He took another deep breath and tried to tell the energy what to do, changing it from the rage of a forest fire to the warm glow of a candle.

“That’s it,” said Carwel.

Wygar opened his eyes to see a ball of yellowish-white light, perhaps three inches across, hovering steadily above his hand. An involuntary smile appeared on his face.

“Now,” Carwel went on, “feed that little light as much energy as you possibly can, and we’ll have a better idea of how much power you have at your fingertips.”

Wygar furrowed his brow in concentration, and channelled the rest of the fire into the ball. Immediately, it grew five times the size and flared a brilliant, blinding white, so bright that it leached all sense of colour or texture from the entire room. Wygar gasped, clapped his other hand over his eyes, and cut the magic off. Gingerly, he lifted his hand back off his face and, blinking, waited for his vision to return.

When it did, he saw that Carwel still sat across the room, his mouth hanging open.

“And you’re only eleven,” he said faintly. “Once you’re a grown adult, with full access to your power… Harbinger’s fire.”

“What?”

“Wygar.” Carwel sat forwards, clasping his hands in front of him. “I’ve been around magic for my entire life,” he said. “I grew up in a house full of wizards even before I attended the College, and as a Master I’ve worked with mages – wizards and witches alike – from all over the continent. So I want you to really understand what it means when I say that I believe you have the potential to become one of the most powerful wizards I have ever seen.”

“…Wow.”

“Indeed. Which makes it all the more important that you attend the College.”

“So… if I have magic, I have to go to the College, right?”

Carwel nodded. “It’s been part of Stormhaven law almost since the founding of the College itself. An apprenticeship lasts a minimum of four years; after that, you have the option to either continue your studies as a senior apprentice, or you can leave the College if you decide you’d prefer to follow a different path. After another four years, you can decide if you’d like to stay at the College and move up to journeyman rank.”

Gregor, oblivious to this conversation, climbed up onto Wygar’s lap and sprawled across it. Wygar stroked his fur, thinking. “Mr Griffiths at school said that they made it the law to go to the College just so they can control the wizards.”

“I take it Mr Griffiths is not a wizard himself.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Carwel shook his head. “Mages are required to attend the College so that they can learn to control themselves. Because the consequences of a mage losing control can be terrible, and for many more people than just the mage alone.” He paused, drumming his fingers on his knee, and went on more slowly. “Have you ever heard of the Andari Event?”

Wygar shook his head.

“No, I don’t suppose it comes up much in a primary school curriculum.” Carwel cast an eye over the bookcase. “I see there’s a copy of Maps of the Known World up there; do you mind if I take it down?”

Wygar shook his head again. Carwel got up to lift the hefty hardback book from its shelf, laid it on the coffee table, and flicked through to a page showing part of the land between the Eastern Lakes and the Inland Sea.

“Here.” Carwel tapped a finger against an irregular blob about two hundred miles long and more than a hundred wide, completely encircled by a thick black-and-grey line. Tiny letters painstakingly written along the line labelled it ‘The Andari Wall’.

“Andari was the biggest Imperial city east of the Lakes,” Carwel went on. “It was an important trading hub between the Imperial heartland and the Kingdom of Huaxia on the other side of the Inland Sea. At its peak it had more than ten times the population of Stormhaven, though still smaller than the Imperial City. And eighty-seven years ago, it was utterly obliterated by the most devastating explosion in recorded history. The people who survived the blast – mostly by being far enough away – started falling ill. After a couple of years, when people made the connection between the Event and what became known as Andari Sickness, the Empire evacuated the remaining survivors and built the Wall to keep people a safe distance from the blast site. We don’t know all the ins and outs of exactly what caused the Event – even today, people who spend too long inside the Wall get sick, so nobody can get close enough to the origin point to study it – but we have determined with certainty that a local mage lost control of an experiment that quickly went horribly wrong.”

Wygar stared at him in silent horror, hugging an indignant Gregor.

“See, this is why I don’t usually teach the children’s classes,” said Carwel. “I have trouble calibrating just the right amount of fear to instil.”

“What’s the right amount of fear?” stammered Wygar.

“Oh, simple. Enough to make you careful without making you timid.”

“That… makes sense, I suppose.”

“Yes, I’ve always thought so.” Carwel clasped his hands in front of him. “What about the College itself? Do you have any questions there?”

“What’s it like?” asked Wygar as Gregor squirmed out of his arms and back onto the sofa.

“Big question, but I’ll cover the basics.” Carwel held up a hand and one finger from the other. “The College is divided into six Schools. Journeymen and Masters all choose one school to specialise in; junior apprentices such as yourself take basic classes from all of them, while senior ones usually narrow their field of study once they have a better idea of where their powers lie and what interests them most. I’m with the School of Combat, where we teach you how to fight both with magical techniques – what you accidentally did yesterday is called a ‘concussive wave’, by the way – and mundane ones, as well as classes on tactics and strategy. There are also the Schools of Healing, Constructs, Portals, Sight, and History.” He folded each finger down one by one. “Magical history, that is, studying both its use over time and trying to suss out how it actually works. Each School is led by a High Master, who in turn answers to the Stormlord, the head of the whole College. Then there are all the non-faculty staff such as the cooks, the cleaners, the librarians, the administrators… and the maths teachers.”

“Maths?”

“Afraid that’s a skill even wizards need to have,” said Carwel with a smile.

“All right,” said Wygar slowly. “So… would I have to stay there?”

“No, in fact. Students from other parts of the country do have to board except during holidays, but since you live in the city you can either just attend during the day like a normal school, or board during the week and come home at weekends. It’s completely up to you, and you’re welcome to change your mind if you think the other option would suit you better.”

Wygar was silent for a long time, stroking Gregor. Carwel got up to put Maps of the Known World back on its shelf.

“Are there bullies at the College?” Wygar finally asked in a very small voice.

“There are bullies at every school,” said Carwel gently. “But we take a very dim view of it, and Matron Inkfoot in particular – she looks after the apprentices – will help you sort out any trouble you’re given. She’s very protective of her charges.”

Wygar gave this some careful thought before he nodded and went on, still quietly. “I won’t be starting at the College until after the summer.”

“That’s correct. Term starts mid-River Moon.”

“So… Can you teach me a shield spell, for the rest of the term? Just in case.”

�� “I don’t see why not,” said Carwel. “Those spells are a little more complicated than conjuring a witchlight, but I’ll show you a fairly straightforward one to try. Tap into your magic again, and start off by imagining a shield between you and your attacker…”

The shield was barely visible other than as a faint shimmer in the air forming a rough disc in front of Wygar. They spent a few minutes practising keeping it up as Carwel threw cushions at him from across the room. Gregor watched in quiet bemusement.

“We mostly use beanbags for shield practice at the College,” said Carwel as he collected all the cushions and put them back on the chairs. “You can throw them harder, but they’re still not going to hurt anyone if they drop their shield. This one isn’t strong enough to stand up in serious combat – it wouldn’t stop an arrow or a sword – but the amount of battering your average group of school bullies can dish out won’t leave a dent.” He rubbed his chin, considering Wygar in silence. “I think you’ve been using magic without knowing it for a long time,” he said. “Do you ever feel that you’re tired all the time, or too warm?”

Wygar nodded.

“Thought so. We call that ‘bleeding’, up at the College; when a mage is almost constantly using magic on an unconscious basis. It’s not uncommon, especially in powerful, but unaware young mages, and usually shows up as excess heat. It should mostly stop now that you’ve learnt to channel your magic consciously, but it would explain why you’re so thin.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “Mages need to eat a little more than other people. I’ll give your parents a few pointers about your diet.”

“Will I get taller?”

“People rarely stop growing at eleven,” said Carwel, smiling. “Yes, you’ll get taller. Though how much is between you and the gods.”

“…Huh.”

“I should start getting back to the College,” said Carwel. “Have you got any more questions before I leave?”

Wygar thought for a few seconds, then shook his head.

“All right. I’ll see you after the summer, then.”

He walked out into the hall, where both of Wygar’s parents were not trying very hard to look like they hadn’t been eavesdropping.

“What was that about his diet?” asked Nicholas.

“He needs more of it,” said Carwel, and smiled to take the sting out of it. “For starters, more meat, milk and eggs. I’ll confer with the Healers for more detailed advice; we’ll send a messenger within the next few days.” He nodded to Wygar, collected a two-handed sword from the umbrella stand, and let himself out into the street, where a sturdy construct with the horns of an aurochs waited for him. He tied the scabbard across his back and climbed into the construct’s saddle.

“Don’t hesitate to get in touch if you need more help,” he said as he took the reins. “Helping young mages is the foremost purpose of the College.”

“Wait,” said Wygar. Carwel raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Why do you keep saying ‘mage’ instead of ‘wizard’?”

Carwel grinned. “Because you’re only a wizard once you’ve been trained.” He flicked the reins and turned the big construct northwards. “Good luck for the rest of term. Cadair, go!”

The construct broke into a lumbering canter, its flat, three-toed hooves drumming on the cobblestones. Both it and Carwel were soon out of sight around the next corner.

“So, how did it go?” asked Nicholas, laying a hand on Wygar’s shoulder.

“You probably heard most of it,” said Wygar.

“Well… Yes,” admitted Mari. “But we want to know what you think.”

Wygar held out one hand, conjured a small golden witchlight above his palm, and smiled. “I think… I think that things will be better now.”

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See? Wygar is a cat person.

The Andari Event has never come up in a story before, but it’s been part of the canon for some time nevertheless; the Wall is marked on this map of Stranatir that I drew last year. Carwel doesn’t go into detail about the symptoms of Andari Sickness, but suffice to say... it’s something we’d recognise.

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Hi I have some questions about consequences. I am confused because i thought it was a college AU and they were in a fraternity but there's only 7 of them & there are no greek letters? Also, it seems like they might be in a mafia not a fraternity? Why would their lives be at risk? Also, why can't they just switch schools? Also why did joon cheat in the 1st place/why is he so mean to reader. lastly, u should really tag that unwanted drug use thing as assault because thats so triggering.

Hi sweet pea. I had to go back and read Consequences since I haven't looked at it in a while. Consequences is a College AU. The guys don't belong to a fraternity, which is why there isn't any Greek letters. They simply live in their own place off of campus, which is similar to the University that I attend in the sense that there are no sororities or fraternities and people either live in the dorms, in off campus housing, or simply commute to school.

So when I wrote this and was trying to decide how to portray the guys, I had in mind The Outsiders, and the Buttercream gang. In both cases, it's a group of close knit friends who are practically family to each other and essentially form a "gang." Granted in The Outsiders it was a class division with actual gang fights between the socs and the greasers, and the Buttercream gang was slightly different if i remember correctly. I'm more familiar and love The Outsiders though, so I drew a bit from that, and if we look at it from that point of view, it makes sense why Joon is seen as the leader. Which means it's also not a mafia au.

As for the specifics, college/university is extremely expensive and it's not easy to just drop out of one to switch to a different school. When i write, I try to make my stories a tad realistic, and realistically speaking, a majority of college students are not able to do that. I know from personal experience that I was only able to apply to 1 college because not only do I live in the area, but because I can't afford anywhere else, even if I wanted to go away for school. That's why Kook says he's saving and one day they'll leave.

As for Joon's character, in the story I mention that he's easily jealous, and as the reader hung out with Kook more and more plus the friendship they had from growing up together, his jealousy grew. It's easy to love others yes, but it's harder to trust, and that was the case with Joon mixed in with a dash of insecurity/doubt. That's why he ends up cheating on the reader, because in the end he was overwhelmed with those emotions to the point where he thought he was the one being cheated on first.

And lastly, I do apologize if it was triggering for you in anyway, that's not my intention which is why in the warning section prior to the start of fhe story, there is mentions/implied mentions of drug use. After rereading it, I can see how that can be seen as assault, but that was not how I planned or what I had thought of while writing it. The scene in question is meant to be where the group of friends are using drugs - which is why there's I believe the line, "they had decided the night wasn't over" (I'm currently on mobile so I don't have the story right in front of me to see) and yes the reader has bruises and scratches when she shows up to Joon's house. However, I never intended for those bruises to be seen as the result of an assault, but as someone who is intoxicated and ends up hurting themselves and tries to run somewhere. With that combination of being under the influence of drugs, running, and being drunk, you're going to be a bit hysterical and likely end up hurting yourself -ex, the bruises and scratches - when trying to leave to go somewhere else. This is clearly a fault on my end, and so I am sorry and will work on my writing and editing to make sure things are clearer and marked appropriately in the warning section for future stories.

I hope this answers your questions and concerns, if not, you are welcome to send in another ask if need be.

#lindsay answers #consequences talk #spoilers

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buttercream-imagines · 7 years

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I watched Joe’s live stream so you don’t have to (play by play reactions)

- announcement is a 24 hour livestream on ThatcherJoeVlogs on Friday starting at 6:00pm UK time (1:00pm EST) ft guests and Joe signing a lot of Username:Uprising

- I wish I had friends I could have a sleepover with and watch the livestream dude that would be so fun

- throwback to #1Dday I couldn’t even last seven hours with One Direction how the hell am I gonna do 24 hours with YouTubers

- just kidding I’m about to be dedicated as fuck

- Jack and Joe from 12:00-3:00 am

- #unpopularopinion I like Joe’s mustache

- my poor baby and his infected gums he was so ill he almost passed out whenever he ate cuz the pain as so bad fuck I want to hug him

- Joe speaking foreign languages is my aesthetic (and it reminds me that I really need to brush up on my spanish)

- “I’m trying to set up other things for the future cuz, you know, you never know how long this whole YouTube thing is gonna last before I’m back on the ol’ roof”

- “it’s getting to the point where I really do want a girlfriend”

- well I’ve always been at the point where I want to be your girlfriend so I don’t understand why this is such a predicament for you when I’m always available so quit complaining and hit me up

- no but really I want him to be happy and I think he would be so happy in a relationship so he’s just gotta get someone awesome

- (like I wasn’t mad when Caspar got with Maddie cuz she’s great so Joe needs someone great)

- main channel might become a lower priority in the future

- “And I’ll see you in the future with a Sugg Sunday Special. Who knows when it’ll be. I don’t wanna say that there’s gonna be an end to Sugg Sunday but... I don’t know. I’m not as fussed about that channel as much, which is a shame cuz that’s my main channel. I don’t know it’s been so nice to have a week [...] where I haven’t thought about that kind of stuff”

- obviously the idea of irregular Sugg Sunday Specials is sad but the idea of Joe putting out things because he feels obligated to and not because he enjoys them is even more sad

- “Wow that was deep whoa I went off! That’s what happens when Harry Styles starts playing music I start talking about proper stuff that I don’t normally speak about”

- yes, Harry Styles’ album was playing in the background throughout the entire livestream

- Kiwi is his favorite song (I shit you not that’s my favorite too it’s such a bop)

- serious Joe makes my heart feel warm

- he wants to raise a family in the countryside omg raising kids in the countryside he’s a country boy at heart

- “No iPads, no YouTube, no YouTube until you’re 12″

- “The dream is be able to have a lake and my dad can live in a little cave in the garden and look after the lake”

- honestly I love Joe wow

- HE DOESN’T LIKE THE WORD BUTTERCREAM GANG OR BUTTERCREAM SQUAD

- “We started it as like a little internal thing that we called ourselves and it spread and people call us the buttercream squad and I’m just like ugh it makes me like cringe out a bit whenever I hear it even though it’s what we call ourselves I guess. I don’t really call it that anymore”

- he starts the story of how they started to call themselves that at 28:38 of the video I’m not even going to try and summarize it ya’ll should just watch that bit

- okay but him, Conor, Caspar, and Mikey were the original four and that is so fucking random to me

- for some reason I just got really bummed out that he doesn’t like that name like okay Joe I literally have a blog dedicated to it so what the fuck am I supposed to do now

- he said none of them expected anyone else to start calling it that

- literally you’re all Internet sensations you should’ve known it was gonna get blown up when you gave yourself a name so honestly you brought this upon yourself lmao

- wOW MY HEART ACTUALLY IS BUMMED THAT HE DOESN’T LIKE IT

- also Byron is a member of their squad and literally none of us even talk about him/know him

- (side not Byron is hot as hell)

- I’m dead at how we all cling to whatever they say like the SECOND they tagged #buttercream on a photo we all went off

- I’m have an existential crisis wow

- “I just miss Jaspoli. That was my favorite, back in those days”

- I LEGIT THOUGHT I WAS GONNA CRY JUST NOW WOW MY HEART I MISS THOSE DAYS TOO JOE FUCK BRING IT BACK

- GO ON A JASPOLI TRIP PLS

- he wants a pet pig ??

- he’s gonna hang out with Brit soon !

- I ship him and Brit I have since the Jaspoli Coachella days (#unpopularopinion ??)

- literally the second I typed that he made a comment about it oh sorry sorry didn’t know that was a touchy subject

- reminder once again that I am single and available

- okay but they FaceTime every week for hours and that’s goals ???

- my jaw dropped at this bit he said he wants to stop going on nights out and start going to dinner parties and such, that he’s done with the night scene

- I thought he was joking but he was dead ass serious oh my god he’s growing up that felt weird to hear him say that

- “when the time’s right and it’s the right person” he’s a romantic person

- 52:58 through 53:05 is a joy

- “I’m a giver, not a receiver, take that as you will”

- he keeps getting shaky and he thinks it’s because he hasn’t eaten all day and it really worries me

- he’d like to live with both Oli and Josh (separately) and says that they’re both very mature

- his favorite YouTubers are the Sidemen and Caspar

- someone told him to collab with Kian and JC and he completely ignored it lmao

- HE SEES OLI AS A LITTLE BROTHER

- “I feel like I’ve watched him grow from like a little baby seed to like an oak tree. To see him do so well for himself now and he’s in a position where he’s just loving it and I’m so proud of him. I feel like a proud older brother and he’s said he sees me as like an older brother. We’ve had a lot of heart to hearts and stuff and he’s so good for advice. Even though he’s like my younger brother I go to him for advice a lot of the time cuz he’s been doing YouTube longer than I have and he’s just very knowledgeable about everything and he’s very sincere he cares about people a lot he puts others before him a lot of the time and he’s a genuine friend for life”

- THAT HAD ME SO FUCKING EMO

- it takes him a long time to open up to people, he’s usually quite shy when he meets people for the first time unless there’s that instant “chemical spark”

- he talked about being nice to people and compared life to climbing up a tree and how you should be nice to everyone you pass on your way up because if you’re not and then you start to drop, the people you pass won’t be there to grab your hand and stop you from falling

- in girls he looks for someone who doesn’t take themselves too seriously, not too obsessed about themselves

- obviously first attraction is important but ultimately it’s about the personality (said every guy ever tbh) and then mentioned how if looks are that important to you it means you probably care more about how other people perceive you and your girlfriend than how you feel about your girlfriend herself

- “I want to find someone who can only add something to my life. Someone who improves my life and makes me a happier person. At the moment I’m a really happy person so anyone who has that affect to make it better is the one for me”

- reminder once again that I am single

- like I’m not drop dead gorgeous but I’ve got some stuff to offer I have nice eyes and good hair and my personality is great aside from the occasional down periods due to mental illness but you know we all have our flaws

- he talked seriously quite a bit in the stream and I’m really digging it I like serious Joe

- someone asked for advice on having a crush on your ex and he talked about moving on because it’s probably not good for you but then he said “unless you think they were the one”

- one of the best relationships he’s ever been in has been with someone older than him

- “Maybe I need to go for a cougar. Any 40 year old ladies?”

- *awkward laugh* “I’ve just admitted to a live stream that I’m after a mum. No I’m only joking. Imagine that I could end up being your dad”

- Poop Scoop with Brit on Friday

- he’s in no rush to have children

- “I’m fortunate enough to act like an immature child and get away with it a lot of the time”

- he doesn’t really want to settle down/get married anytime soon because he meets new people everyday and the idea of getting really settled down scares him because he never knows who he’s going to meet the next day

- “that’s why I’ve never- well not that you know of- had any public relationships”

- what the hell does that mean Joseph

- “I’m very good at keeping it all under wraps”

- WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN JOSEPH

- he’s literally so hungry he’s shaking Josh hurry up he needs food

- “I hope Caspar’s there cuz I haven’t seen him in bloody ages and I miss the ol’ boy. I miss the bloody weirdo”

- he loves livestreams because it’s the closest we can get to all sitting in a room together and “having a good ol’ standard chit chat”

- reminder of the 24 hour live stream on ThatcherJoeVlogs starting at 6:00pm UK time (1:00pm EST)

- “New vlog soon. New gaming video soon. I’m back. Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere. I’m still loving life. And more importantly, you’re all bloody legends.”

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that was a lot there you go (or you could just watch the live stream idk)

also I wish I knew people who lived near me 😭 I would so fucking love to have a sleepover and make good friends and watch Joe

#thatcherjoe #joe sugg #joe sugg livestream #thatcherjoe livestream #mine #non imagine #livestream

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buttercreamscenes · 5 years

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New Year’s Day - Jack Maynard

Request: No

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: I am aware Jack was in SA for NYE but too bad. I hope you like it :)

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Waking up, you rolled over to the sight of a brand new day in a brand new year and you were starting it off right; hungover. Your phone buzzed with people tagging you in photos from the night before but you couldn’t be bothered to go scrolling through. So you pushed yourself out of bed, pulling Jack’s sweater over your head and began making your way into Jack’s living room.

The living room floor was covered in glitter, bottles on every surface people could find and you were sure it would take all day to clean the mess up.

“You’d think we actually partied here last night.” Jack said, placing a bottle into a plastic bag. The living room looked like a warzone but the truth was, there was only a couple of people in the room before you all headed to the Sidemen House for the real party.

“To be fair, I don’t remember much after we got to the Sidemen House so for all I know, we could have.” You replied, laughing as you headed towards the kitchen and began making coffee.

“What sucks is that we party the last day of the year away and then spend the first day of the new year cleaning up.” Taking the mug from your hand, Jack sat down on the couch, resting his feet on the coffee table in front of him.

“So...let’s not.” You said, smirking as you reached for the TV remote and snuggling up next to Jack.

Hours later and the house was still a mess but having watched a number of Shameless episodes distracted you quite nicely. The table in front of you was now covered with two empty mugs and a couple of chip bags and your position had changed from resting your head on his shoulder to completely using his chest as a pillow.

“You know, it may suck to clean up after a night out but at least we’re together.” You whispered as Jack’s fingers played with your hair.

“And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” He replied, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

#Jack Maynard #Jack Maynard Imagine #Jack Maynard Imagines #Buttercream Squad #Buttercream Squad Imagine #Buttercream Squad Imagines #Buttercream Squad Scenes #Buttercream Scenes #Buttercream Gang #Buttercream Gang Imagine #Buttercream Gang Imagines #Buttercream Gang Scenes

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tsgdallastexas · 5 years

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CITY CHEAT SHEET: A TRAVEL GUIDE FOR DALLAS, TEXAS

BY NICOLE BOWMAN December 12, 2018

https://thescoutguide.com/city-cheat-sheet-dallas-travel-guide/

Dallas is a sophisticated metropolis full of cultural diversity, Texas heritage, and a warm, welcoming vibe. Adding to the draw is a major dose of hometown hospitality, an unrivalled restaurant scene with serious foodie cred and its own unique flavors, and a world-renowned reputation for retail. To help those traveling to the Texas city make the most of their stay, we asked The Scout Guide Dallas Editor Ginna Wilbanks to share inside tips for enjoying The Big D—and dispel some modern misconceptions about the area along the way. “I think that Texas newbies occasionally still picture the big hats and big hair of the 1980s J.R. and Sue Ellen era when thinking of Dallas,” she says. “While Dallasites definitely love their Texas heritage (and a great cowboy boot), the city has so much depth and really is a vibrant, cultural and cosmopolitan place.” Here are her recommendations for where to stay, shop, sightsee, and more.

WHERE TO STAY: Hotel Crescent Court (400 Crescent Court) is a Dallas classic, known locally for its spa and to tourists for its luxurious amenities. Also worth checking out is Le Méridian Dallas, The Stoneleigh (2927 Maple Avenue), which boasts a recent renovation, a brand new restaurant, and large rooms. If you’re looking for something a bit less conventional, Ginna recommends the funky boutique Hotel ZaZa (2332 Leonard Street). Located in the stylish Uptown neighborhood, it is home to The Dragonfly bar, a Dallas hot spot.

WHERE TO EXPLORE THE OUTDOORS: Dallas may be best known for its sprawling urban landscape and city skyline, but there are plenty of opportunities to get outdoors and enjoy nature, too. Ginna is a fan of the Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden (8525 Garland Road), especially during the holiday season. Situated on White Rock Lake, The Arboretum features 66 acres of breathtaking gardens with water views and majestic holiday displays that draw visitors from all over.

The Katy Trail is a pedestrian and bike-friendly paved trail that runs along a historic railway line right through some of the most popular neighborhoods in the city. For a casual day spent outdoors, Ginna recommends starting with brunch at Le Bilboquet (4514 Travis Street) or Taverna (3312 Knox Street), both located right near the Knox Street entrance to the trail. Follow that up with a brisk two and a half mile walk along the trail, ending with a beer at the The Katy Trail Ice House (3127 Routh Street).

WHERE TO SHOP: “Dallas is blessed with oodles of great shopping,” says Ginna. Tootsies(8300 Preston Road, Suite 200) is her go-to for women’s clothing. Located within walking distance of each other in the Lakewood neighborhood, The Collective (5838 Live Oak Street)and Talulah & HESS (5810 Live Oak Street) are also well worth a trip! “The Collective curates a fabulous collection of one-of-a-kind home furnishings, and Talulah & HESS is a one-stop-shop for home décor, gifts, and accessories,” she says.

Last but not least, the Dallas Design District, bordered by I-35E on the north and east, Wycliff Avenue and the Trinity River levee on the west, and Continental Avenue on the south, is Ginna’s favorite spot to peruse for antiques.

WHERE TO EAT AND DRINK: Order some queso and a Mambo Taxi (tequila, lime juice, and sangria) like a true local at Mi Cocina in Highland Park Village (77 Highland Park Village). Ginna’s insider tip? Head upstairs, where, she says, you can “Enjoy your Mambo Taxi while tucked away in the treehouse-like Monkey Bar.”

A trip to Dallas wouldn’t be complete without a classic dinner at a chic steakhouse. Al Biernat’s (5251 Spring Valley Road and 4217 Oak Lawn Avenue) doesn’t disappoint on that front. For a cozy, old-world Italian vibe, Ginna recommends Dolce Riviera (2950 North Harwood Street). The restaurant has the option for half-orders of pasta, and Ginna suggests taking the opportunity to sample more than one of the house-made options; her favorites are the Bolognese and the truffle gnocchi. If you’re craving Asian food, she says Shinsei (7713 Inwood Road) is a perfect option that serves sushi and inspired Pan-Asian fare. (Pro tip: make a reservation, because it is always packed.) For dessert, Ginna says a slice of the Buttercream Gang at Emporium Pies (314 North Bishop Avenue) in the Bishop Arts District is “Seriously worth the wait in line.”

The Mansion Bar at The Rosewood Mansion on Turtle Creek Hotel (2821 Turtle Creek Boulevard) is a quintessential Dallas spot for a cocktail. The dark paneling and low lights give it an old world charm and a relaxed atmosphere during the week, but a great live music schedule pumps up the vibe and turns it into a fun dance spot on the weekends. “If you’re indoors at the bar, order The 75, but if you’re on the outdoor patio on a perfect evening, definitely go for a Texas Margarita,” says Ginna.

Finally, a lesser known spot, Lounge 31, which sits atop Bistro 31 in Highland Park Village (87 Highland Park Village), is where Ginna and the locals like to watch football or listen to the DJ spinning on Saturday night while enjoying sushi and cocktails.

Photograph of Ginna Wilbanks at Monkey Bar at Mi Cocina by Allison Barshop. For additional recommendations for what to do, see, and experience in Dallas, Texas, browse or buy a copy of The Scout Guide Dallas and follow TSG Dallas on Instagram.

Photography by Allison Barshop of To & From Gifts

#dallastravel #dallascityguide #travelcheatsheet

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March 2019

ॐ नमः शिवाय oṃ namaḥ śivāya ♥ / reading a book about the background and effects of different asanas

Friday evening with Lena: Yuzu ramen at Takumi, watching Green Book at the City Kino near Sendlinger Tor. Getting my favourite mix of sweet and salty popcorn.

Still: Obsessively reading the Rivers of London series by Ben Aaronovitch. It's like one of those nasty TV series you just can't stop watching.

Noticing more visible veins and sinews on my body. Getting stronger and leaner! Yes! I can even see a little shadow where my ribcage is supposed to begin and my tissue is getting softer which means I'm losing fat and I can feel more muscles than before. Very rewarding.

Saturday lunch with Lena and her family. I hadn't seen her brother in maybe 10 years. My highlight: warm banana bread with slightly salty, thick caramel and homemade vanilla ice-cream.

Dressing up for the Of Sailors and Whales concert at Gasteig. I felt incredibly stylish in my outfit: mustard yellow headscarf, a side braid, oblong hoop earrings in rose gold, a green dress and coat, mint-blue purse, a dark plum-coloured lipstick, black tights and satin heels.

The PhysioFlow yoga teacher (Ulf, what a comical name) complimenting me on my perfect Viravadrasana pose because apparently I did the advanced version with my arms held up high over my head. Unfortunately my poses only look so good because of my hypermobility but the other day we started talking after class. He is such a nice and calm person. And married to a lady from my hometown. I love how he touches our faces, heads and shoulders in Savasana.

Thai massage. The best treat after messing up my neck with futile headstand experiments.

The perfect batch of smoky veggies in tomato sauce. Add a hand full of couscous and tiger beans and you'll feel full for hours.

A week-long holiday. Not leaving the bed after waking up, reading for one or two hours. Enjoying the morning light, having warm breakfast. Lena sending me a picture of a bunch of purple flowers she saw on one of her walks on Monday, telling me to enjoy my vacation.

Gorgeous yoga mats - I just ordered one with a gemstone design from Mala. // EDIT: It just didn't have enough grip for me so I had to send it back. Got a simple purple one from Jade Yoga instead. They're supposed to be the best.

Fried Tom Yum seaweed strips.

A dinner and movie date with Lena, Barbara and Maike. We watched Vice (2019), the movie about Dick Cheney. Quite uncomfortable. But I loved the scene with Alfred Molina.

Spending an afternoon with Franzi at Trachtenvogl. Pear juice spritzer. Decidedly non-vegan spinach dumplings. Stopping at &otherstories as usual, getting two beautiful bowls at Motel a Miio. Finding a purple edition of H.P.Lovecraft's ghost stories on top of a trash bin.

My mum visiting for the first time since I moved in. She helped me get rid of my old clothes and other miscellaneous items from the basement. Then we got a trunk full of flowers for my balcony and had dinner at VorOrt - vegan pizza and celeriac schnitzel. I got so many presents that day. A dark purple orchid with pointy blossoms, some books and a bottle of Jo Malone perfume. She also paid for some of my plants... It kinda felt like my birthday. Maybe she had a guilty conscience because my brother still keeps raiding the fridge at home? Anyway. It's funny that I can actually talk to her now that I'm older, have my own thing going on... and we have so much in common, I notice that all the time. Or interests and taste, habits. Could be worse though, she's an amazing woman.

Swiss cat ladders.

My first time at Boulderwelt! Frank finally took me with him and we spent two hours there, climbing up the yellow (me) and white (him) routes. I even dreamed about climbing up a tree that night and I could hardly move the next day. Hardcore sore muscles, oh boy.

Hanging out with Frank. Playing Scrabble. Acting really weird around someone who just gets it or isn't put off at the very least. Making gross jokes about guacamole-producing guys over burritos in Werksviertel.

Hanging out at bridal shops with Lena, making her put on gorgeous dresses.

The fresh spring green gradient you get on your cutting board when you're chopping up leek for a potato gratin.

Staring at a long-haired guy in a club for a pretty long while on a Friday evening because he was just that gorgeous. Then he suddenly showed up on the internet a few hours later an we have been talking ever since. Exciting! And yeah, I love good coindidences. I would have never mustered up the courage to talk to him that night.

The other day we saw a cat from our classroom window, casually walking down the stairs. And we had nothing better to do than running up there in middle of our English lesson to catch her. I guess I'm a quite easily distracted teacher.

Hand embroidery on linen. It's baby bonnets, okay. But still super pretty.

This idea I had while in downward facing dog pose during one of my yoga classes. I really want to go to a yoga retreat in the summer. Either in Bali or, even more exciting, an ashram in India. I'd also visit Nepal or Bhutan while I'm there.

Aidy Bryant. She's my gorgeous heroine. I loved watching the first season of Shrill.

Alpro cherry soy yoghurt.

New earrings from &otherstories and COS. And a new hair ribbon, too. Can't help it. Building my collections.

That whole Margo-banging-Josh-situation on The Magicians? I'm into that. And when she was tripping on lizard and saw Eliot in a python trenchcoat performing the Pretenders' "Don't Get Me Wrong"? The 80s choir they formed in the desert? So amusing. Seriously, this is one of the few shows which is absolutely not afraid of weird shit and doesn't take its writing too seriously. I don't entirely get it and it doesn't have anything to do with Lev Grossman's books anymore but I'm so grateful it exists. And I'm always down for a good musical episode (see: Once More with Feeling a.k.a. the single best Buffy episode ever made).

Finding the most incredible reed green silk dress at Hallhuber one afternoon after seeing a dermatologist in the city. Unfortunately even my ribcage is too wide for its narrow cut but perhaps I can convince Lena to buy it for the summer.

New idea: should I ever get a cat I want to name it Miso.

Seeing the first butterfly (European peacock) of the year enjoying the sunshine while sitting on my pink hyacinth.

After more than 20 years I accidentally found out that one of my favourite songs from the ZDF Christmas series Anna is in fact a Queen song! I'm also pretty sure that my taste in men, my "type", was significantly affected by João Ramos who played the role of the dancer Jacob. Swoon!

Using a sheep skin as a pillow. Oddly comforting. I was reading a book about the sense of touch when I noticed this connection. I also learned that most people prefer firm hugs and massages over soft strokes. Apparently gentle touching reminds some of insect's feet but it seems to be a matter of personal preference.

The crispy greasiness of butter croissants.

Finding out about banana twins (two fruits in one peel).

Enjoying a nice, sunny Sunday. Cycling over to Westpark and playing badminton with Frank in the middle of hundreds of families having picnics. Clumsy yoga poses on a towel. A little boy telling me that his penis was more important than my face when he hit me with a football. But to be fair, I made him choose. I even went to the gym afterwards, doing my strength routine and an hour-long spine workout. I was pretty exhausted that evening and made a delicious dinner with ratatouille, soy "meat", olives and capers, whole-wheat pasta and pine nuts.

Breaking news: my body contains over 66kg of muscle mass! Am I a superhero or what? (Well, also 36% body fat, gotta work on that...)

Giving the avocado seeds a new home. I've given them a large pot now so each time I eat an avocado a new member can join the gang.

Spending most of the week with my favourite colleague, espectially on Girls'/Boys' day duty: I liked meeting at the fire brigade in the morning, getting to know a firewoman, making one of my students climb up the pole at the station. Walking over Viktualienmarkt and Gärtnerplatz, getting some fresh juice, talking all the time. We visited an old folk's home, a garden center, a vet and an architect's studio. So much better than being stuck at school until 4pm.

Pancakes with mushroom filling. Strawberries with coconut cream. Delicious.

Finally performing a Nina Hagen Song on karaoke night. And Elle King's Ex's & Oh's which made Carlos, the Spanish guy, think of old ex-girlfriend trauma.

Uhm. I read 21 books this month. Wow? To be fair, I spent most of my weekends in bed with a stack of books next to me. I'm kinda hoping to read less in April - but since I'll be in Canada for two weeks this will probably not be an issue anyway.

My breakfasts keep me healthy, I really believe that. Extremely tasty and full of good nutrients. Latest addition: strawberries and pumpkin seeds.

Spending the whole afternoon with Anika in my kitchen, making vegan macarons. I almost couldn't believe it but chickpea liquid works just as well as eggwhites! And we came up with pretty good fillings: lemon buttercream, chocolate-raspberry and banana-peanut butter. Nom. Now they're sitting in my fridge, tempting me to eat them. Sigh.

Going to the gym after a week-long hiatus. Breaking the spell, you know?

#march #2019 #march 2019 #personal #present perfect #things i love

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2018 Movies Watched

Mayhem

Creep 2

The Vault

Super Dark Times

Haunters

Lady Gaga Five Foot Two

Jumanji: Welcome To The Jungle

Coco

Flatliners (2017)

Madman

Oxygen

Before I Wake

The Lodger

Marshall

Airheads

The Snowman

Rewind This

Big Business

The Crucifixion

Dinner with Friends

Natural Selection

When A Stranger Calls Back

Hairspray (original)

Geostorm

Return of the Living Dead 3

Empire Records

Heathers

Keep Watching

A Bad Moms Christmas

I, Tonya

Suburbicon

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Only The Brave

Mr. Mom

Girls Against Boys

The Cloverfield Paradox

The Open House

Seed of Chucky

Trick or Treats

#Horror

The Blob (1988)

The Stuff

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

American Satan

Insidious 4: The Last Key

My Friend Dahmer

Waco

The Ritual

Black Panther

Nothing But Trouble

Deadly Blessing

Dismissed

Manson

Student Bodies

The Silent Scream

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing Missuori

The Buttercream Gang

House of Long Shadows

The Babysitters Club

Veronica

The Man Who Invented Christmas

The Shape of Water

So I Married an Axe Murder

Honey We Shrunk Ourselves

The First Wives Club

The Devil’s Arithmetic

Tom and Huck

Backdraft

The Brady Bunch Movie

Problem Child

Pitch Perfect 3

Winchester

Tormented

Prophet of Evil

Vincent

The Bat

The Comedy of Terrors

Witness To Waco

Echoes in the Darkness

To Catch A Killer

The Haunted

Seduced by Madness

True Crime

Night of the Creeps

Return of the Living Dead

Love Potion #9

Tragedy Girls

Fallen Angel

Adam: His Story Continues

The True Story: The Amityville Horror

Fatal Charm

The Zodiac Killer

The Real Amityville Horror

The Calendar Girl Murders

Terrifier

Cocktail

LA 92

Once Bitten

Explorers

Soulman

April Fool’s Day

Chopping Mall

Twins

Spookies

Crawlspace

Twins

Two Night Stand

Mr. Right

Spice World

Vibes

Behind the Curtain: Todrick Hall

The Truth About Cats and Dogs

The Big Green

Happily Ever After

Halloween Documentary

Poison Ivy

Singles

Gia

Forbidden

9/11

The Space Between

Rampage

Never Hike Alone

Who Put the Klan in the Klu Klux Klan

Frontier(s)

Four Rooms

The Strangers: Prey at Night

Poison Ivy II

Goodfellas

Detroit Rock City

Spaceballs

Soul Man

Space Camp

TerrorVision

Sometimes They Come Back

Hell High

Freaked

The Making of Halloween II

Going Postal

Tuff Turf

The Making of Prom Night

Exorcists: The True Story

Halloween: The Inside Story

Return To Crystal Lake

Rock and Roll High School

Rush Week

Maid to Order

Scream: The Inside Story

Iced

The Lightning Incident

Not Our Son

Glory Daze: The Life and Times of Michael Alig

Monster Night

HouseSitter

The OJ Simpson Story

Mister Frost

The Story of Motley Crue

Star Trek:Beyond

In Cold Blood: The Chris Lane Story

More Brains: The Making of Return of the Living Dead

Sidekicks

The Disaster Artist

Embrace the Vampire

Day of the Dead: Bloodline

Wish Upon a Star

Avengers: Infinity War

Stand and Deliver

Sphere

Forever My Girl

Earth Girls Are Easy

Cry Baby Lane

The Karate Kid

The Karate Kid Part 2

Sound of my Voice

A Quiet Place

Trust Fund

A Killing In A Small Town

Kristy

Hush

The Greatest Showman

November 13: Attack on Paris

Maze Runner: The Death Cure

Martyrs

Last Shift

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales

Amityville: Horror or Hoax

Amityville: The Haunting

The Love Witch

The Psycho Legacy

The Great Los Angles Earthquake

Stag Night

Overboard

Hell House LLC

Truth or Dare

Mom and Dad

Event Horizon

Deadpool2

Nobody Gets Out Alive

Love, Simon

No One Lives

Summer of Love

Snowbound

Bones

Hereditary

Justice Leauge

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

Blockers

Breaking In

House II: The Second Story

Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

Pacific Rim: Uprising

The Incredibles 2

Jurassic World

Amityville 3-D

Monkey Shines

Regression

L.A . Slasher

Dog Soldiers

The Wave

All Eyez On Me

Notorious

Inside

Killing For Love

Playback

Pacific Heights

Love At First Bite

The Sisterhood

Deceived

A Horrible Place To Die

True Story

The Gift

The Roost

Masterminds

Preservation

Untraceable

The Crow: Wicked City

Never Talk To Strangers

Blow Out

The Decade You Were Born: the 1980s

9/11: Fifteen Years Later

78/52 Hitchcock’s Shower Scene

Copycat

The Blackcoat’s Daughter

The Unspoken

The Ritual

I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House

House of the Witch

The Vanishing

The First Purge

Tales of the Grim Sleeper

Rebirth

Don’t Hang Up

To Die For

Diary of a Serial Killer

Held for Ransom

Don’t Look Behind You

Menace II Society

Aftershock

10x10

The New Daughter

Spooked: The Ghosts of Waverly Hills

The Secret Life of Bees

Ready Player One

The Boston Strangler

Welcome Home Roxy Carmichael

Ricky 6

The Day It Happened: Columbine

Satan in the Suburbs

Deadly Detention

A Cry In The Dark

Girl in the Bunker

Unsane

The Haunted History of Halloween

DC 9/11: Time of Crisis

The Meg

Overboard (2018)

I Feel Pretty

Life Of The Party

In Memoriam: New York City 9-11-2001

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

Virginia Tech documentary

Columbine documentary

Nothing Left to Fear

If...

The 6th Day

Black Circle Boys

Splinter

The Tie That Binds

Bad Samaritan

Salem’s Lot

The Midnight Man

I Spit on Your Grave 2

The Tenant

Birth of the Living Dead

Shadow of the Vampire

Mimic

Halloween H20

The Midnight Man

The Endless

Summer of ‘84

Delirium

A Return to Salem’s Lot

An American Ghost Story

Won’t You Be My Neighbor

Frantic

Nosferatu The Vampyre

Pieces

Peter Rabbit

Ingrid Goes West

Pumpkinhead 2

Fear Inc.

The Nun

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

Indecent Proposal

Snow White: A Tale of Terror

Killer Klowns from Outer Space

Harry and the Henderson’s

Bride of Frankenstein

Silent Night

Fahrenheit 451

Don’t Look Under The Bed

Devil’s Backbone Texas

American Psycho 2

Solo

the Cabinet of Dr. Calgari (1920)

Howling II

Scary Mary

The Looming Tower

Truth or Dare (2017)

Raising Cain

No Vacancy

Freaks of Nature

Munger Road

The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Let’s Do The Time Warp Again

Malevolent

The Phantom Of the Opera

The Divide

One Day At Horrorland

Casper

Night of the Demons 2

Hayride

I’ve Been Waiting For You

The Haunting of Hill House

The China Syndrome

Ghost Stories

Pyewacket

The Haunting

The Wolfman

Unfriended: The Dark Web

Jason X

Night of the Demons (2009)

Unlikely Angel

Creature from the Black Lagoon

Oujia Origin of Evil

Survival of the Dead

Swamp Thing

Halloween (2018)

A League of their Own

Down A Dark Hall

Milk Money

Blown Away

Freeway

Intruder

Slender Man

Book Club

ShowBusiness: The Road To Broadway

Dick Tracy

My Brother The Serial Killer

Joe Versus the Volcano

Mother’s Boys

Leap of Faith

Escape from L.A

Kid

P.U.N.K.S

Three Identical Strangers

RBG

Something Wild

Overloard

The Grinch

Fantastic Beasts 2

Office Christmas Party

Like Father Like Son

Harry Potter: A History of Magic

Men At Work

The Christmas Chronicles

The Wizard

Son In Law

Crocodile Dundee

Breakdown

Needle

Crazy Rich Asians

Searching

A Diva’s Christmas Carol

The Unauthorized Saved by the Bell Story

Toni Braxton: Unbreak My Heart

A Christmas Carol

Life-Size 2

The Christmas Toy

The Unauthorized Full House Story

After Hours

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Whitney

Mrs. Santa Claus

Ant-Man and the Wasp

Blood Rage

A Very Claymation Christmas

Claymation Easter

Claymation Comedy of Horrors

The Show

Jingle All The Way

The Road Killers

A Regular Frankie Fan

Betty and Coretta

Blackkklansman

Devil’s Gate

Hamilton

Newsies

Newsies: The Musical

Demon House

Bird Box

The Rosa Parks Story

Patient Zero

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Mistletoe Hung - Jack Maynard

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“I’m so happy you could make it this year.” Helen said to you as she handed you a glass of wine. “Last year didn’t feel the same without you.”

“Oh I know,” You said, smiling. “As much as vacationing is nice, being at home for Christmas will never get old.”

Last year, your parents set up a Christmas vacation to Dubai and as much fun as it was, you missed being around family during the holidays so as soon as Helen messaged you about the Maynard’s annual Christmas party, you immediately said yes.

“I heard you were lurking around here somewhere.” Your smile grew wider as the familiar voice filled the room and an arm wrapped around your shoulders. “You look lovely as always, (y/n).”

“Smile you two!” Gary instructed, holding the camera, ready to capture the moment. “Come on Helen, let’s leave them to catch up.” Sending a wink towards Jack, he took Helen’s hand in his and took her towards the dinning room.

“Well that photo will be next year’s Christmas card.” Laughing at the remark, you took a sip of your wine before Jack’s continued. “It’s really good seeing you again, (y/n). Last year wasn’t the same.”

Having your dad grow up with Jack’s meant you two were forced into a friendship at a young age, however to you guys, it was anything but forced. The friendship came naturally and even though you would go months without talking, whenever you saw him again, it was almost as if you had never stopped.

“I’ll never miss another Maynard Christmas Party again. Scout’s honour.” You promised, cheersing your glass against Jack’s beer and smiling.

“I mean, it was, however, nice to not have to avoid the mistletoe the entire night.”

“But that’s what makes the night fun.” You replied, placing your hand on Jack’s cheek, lightly tapping it as you began to make your way into the kitchen to pour yourself more wine.

Every year, Jack’s mom would try to set you guys up, as she believed there were no people better suited for each other than you. However, every year, she failed to catch you two with the mistletoe, as you both were very aware of her plan.

“If we could all make our way to the dinning room; dinner is ready.” Placing the wine bottle back in the fridge, you began making your way towards the dinning room, smiling as Jack nodded towards the empty seat next to him.

“You know, you’d think she’d realize we always sit next to each other.” He whispered, directing his eyes towards the ceiling, acknowledging the perfect place for a mistletoe.

“Let’s keep that our little secret.” You said.

“One of many.” He said, smirking before turning his attention to his parents, who were ready to beginning their annual speech.

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Snowy Nights - Joe Sugg

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A/N: This is kind of long...oops? I hope you like it :)

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The snow had started to fall in the morning but you were perfectly content staring out the window, watching it fall as you drank your coffee in the warmth of your apartment building. Your day was going to be long but the longer you looked outside, the more you wanted to curl up under a blanket and binge watch any show you could find. But your day was also important, which meant you couldn’t miss it for the life of you.

Parking your car in your usual spot, you made sure you had your snow brush in your trunk as the weather was starting to pick up during your drive in to work. Placing your things at your desk, you waved to the nearby cubicle at Delaney before beginning your day.

Hours passed and one by one your co-workers started packing up their things and heading home for the night. However, your boss expected these papers on her desk by the end of the day, which meant for you...staying all night. But surely, soon enough, you stapled the papers together and slid them under your boss’ door and into her office.

Grabbing your things, you made your way to the parking lot but almost immediately stopped in your tracks. The whole of London was white and never in your life had you ever seen such a sight or even prepared for it. Heading to your car, you placed your things inside, turned it on to warm it up before grabbing your snow brush and beginning the journey of cleaning your car.

“Who knew London could even get this much snow?” Jumping at the sound of a man’s voice, you looked a few spots down and saw a man cleaning off his car as well. “Here,” He said, making his way towards you. “pushing the snow from behind your tires makes it easier to get out.” Watching as he did just that, you studied him. He was small and thin, which meant if needed, you could take him. “I’ve been out here for so long, I can’t even feel my fingers.”

“You don’t have,” You began, as he started wiping off the snow from your car. “to do that, you know? I wouldn’t want your fingers falling off at my expense.”

“What’s a few more seconds?” He said, looking over at you as he smiled. His face was red from the cold but still, he continued. “Well, that should do it. Have a nice night.”

Calling out a thank you as he walked towards his car, you headed to the drivers seat and began your journey home. However, looking behind you, you saw the man from the parking lot in the car following you and your mind began to wander. What if he wasn’t as nice as he let on? Not knowing what to do but not wanting to spend any unnecessary time on the icy roads, you headed towards the parking garage of your apartment building, praying you could make it inside without him seeing you.

“Okay,” Jumping once again at the sound of his voice, you turned around and saw him emerging from his parked car. “I know what you’re thinking and I swear it’s not that. I live here.” He explained, pointing towards your apartment building.

“And I’m just supposed to believe that you’re not just some creep who’s trying to kill me?”

“Fair point.” He said, nodding his head. “I’ll prove it, come to mine for a cup of tea. Lord knows my fingers could use the warmth.”

“Well since I won’t be able to sleep without knowing the truth, I guess I have to.” Keeping your bag close to you as you held onto your phone tightly, you followed the man towards the apartment and watched as he entered.

“Can you believe this weather, Joe?” Hearing a voice call out as you entered the apartment, you smiled at the thought of the man actually telling the truth.

“It’s crazy outside, Byron.” He called back, offering to take your jacket from you. Following him into the kitchen, you sat on the bar stool and watched as he began making the tea. “See? I’m not a killer.” He joked, placing the mug in front of you.

“Well, depending on how you’ve made this tea, I might just have to come back.”

“You’re welcome anytime.”

#Joe Sugg #Joe Sugg Imagine #Joe Sugg Imagines #Buttercream Squad #Buttercream Squad Imagine #Buttercream Squad Imagines #Buttercream Squad Scenes #Buttercream Scenes #Buttercream Gang #Buttercream Gang Imagine #Buttercream Gang Imagines #Buttercream Gang Scenes #Byron Langley

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Life Saver - Byron Langley

Request: Fluffy/cute Byron imagine where you don’t know each other but you were in the same bar and somebody roofied / spiked your drink with something, so Byron takes you back to his and joe’s place and looks after you for the night and you wake up to this GLORIOUS BRONZE DADDY and he’s so nice and gentle and it’s awkward at first but it gets cute / fluffy xx

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Feeling the pillow hit the back of your head caused you to curl up into a ball and hold the blankets as close to your body as possible. With the weather getting colder by the minute, you immediately hated the suggestion of a night out, knowing your best friend would make you wear the shortest, thinest outfit you own.

Your world had been spinning for hours now and you were unsure if it was because of the alcohol or the massive headache you’d been suffering from. However, the minute you arrived home, you were shoved into an oversized sweater, your hair was put up into a very messy ponytail and your heels had been placed on the floor. Allowing yourself to sink into the bed, you mentally thanked God for blessing you with such an amazing best friend.

Waking up the next morning, you immediately brought your hand to your forehead, hoping it would help stop the headache from hurting so much but you sighed as you realized it was wishful thinking. Looking around the room, your eyes fixated on your heels that were placed nicely in the corner of the room but what caught your attention was the floor they were placed upon. The carpet was one you had never seen before and as you continued to scan the room, you realized you had no idea where you were.

Throwing the blanket off you, you began grabbing your belongings, praying your phone was in your purse as you didn’t see it around the room, and quietly but quickly opened the bedroom door and began searching for the way out.

“Hey, hey, hey,” You heard from the living room just as you passed the stairs. The voice was deep but relaxed as he shuffled himself towards you. “You’re leaving? Let me call you a taxi. Are you feeling okay?” Looking towards him, his brown hair rested perfectly on his head, however you could tell he was a restless sleeper by the state of it, and his toned body was definitely your type. “At least let me make you a coffee. Here,” He instructed, taking your wrist and bringing you into the kitchen. “Take some Advil.”

“I’m really sorry,” You spoke, placing your hand on your chest, preparing yourself for the answer. “and don’t take this offensively, but um...did we-”

“No,” He explained, cutting you off as he took a mug out of the cupboard. “we didn’t sleep together.” Letting out a sigh of relief, you placed your hand on the countertop as you sat down. “But, I think someone roofied you last night and um, you were talking to me and then things started going black for you and I didn’t see your friends with you. Um, you wouldn’t tell me your name, where you lived and I tried looking for a phone on you so I could call someone but I think you lost it. I didn’t really know what else to do so I brought you here...you know, so nothing else could happen to you. I know I’m probably a little bit creepy to you...or a little bit more than a little bit but I couldn’t just leave you there. I um...slept on the couch.”

Hearing the kettle go off, you watched him begin to pour the water into the mug, giving it a stir before giving it to you.

“Well that’s not how I thought my night would go.” You explained, putting sugar into you coffee. “But thank you. I probably would have woken up in a much worse place...who knows, you probably saved my life.” Looking down at the coffee, your mind traveled to all the possible outcomes of last night had you not been around this guy. So many things could have happened to you and all it took was one guy to stop it. “Oh my God, is that time right?” You asked, beginning to stand up and gather your things. “I’ve got to go, I’m going to be late.” Heading towards the door, you turned to face the boy. “Thank you, again. Honestly...I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough.” Wrapping your arms around him, you thanked him again and said, “It’s (y/n). My name’s (y/n).”

“Nice to meet you, (y/n). I’m Byron.” Holding a finger in the air, he disappeared into the kitchen but came back a few minutes later with a napkin. “Text me when you’ve arrived home, please. And text me if you ever need anything...maybe another coffee...one day.”

Smiling at him, you placed a soft kiss upon his right cheek before leaving the apartment you never knew existed.

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