Book lover 🪷

i also do a series where i give book recommendations for a certain genre, so far all genres are on the table to request if you want to.

character playlist info:

if you suggest a character i will go through my playlist and pick songs that i think match them! it’s always a lot of fun to do, but can take a while sometimes. the ask box is always open though!!!

right now, i am doing an event where you can also do ships!

fandoms i know characters and ships from and will do songs for: The Maze Runner, My Hero Academia, the hunger games, teen wolf, the artful dodger, any of the percy jackson series, powerless trilogy, shatter me, divergent, sunrise on the reaping, the ballad of songbirds and snakes, the artful dodger, and twilight.

if you want a character or ship from another fandom, you can still ask because i most likely forgot some tee hee

characters i already have songs for but haven’t done yet: 

maze runner- Gally, Newt, Thomas, Minho, Brenda, Teresa

teen wolf- stiles, lydia, scott, allison 

shatter me- aaron warner

all the bright places- theodore finch

the artful dodger- belle fox

the hunger games- haymitch abernathy, lucy grace

The first time it happened, he didn’t even notice it until he had already gotten home.

Xander had gotten a sudden and aggressive craving for scones on his way home after school, and in his need had gone to the closest cafe, The Ink Stain (interesting name for a coffee shop, but he certainly wasn’t judging).

The outside of the cafe was brick, with lots of windows. Through the glass you could see warm fairy lights strung through the shop and a wall of books. It created a warm, inviting feel that pulled him in like a magnet.

He pushed through the door, and was met with a delicious scent of coffee and pastries wafting straight at his face. Xander’s mouth watered, and he quickened his pace to the counter.

He ordered an iced latte with extra chocolate and caramel flavoring, and a blueberry scone. As soon as they called his name, he grabbed his order and left, in a hurry to get home to finish his latest goldberg machine.

Eating the scone was like tasting happiness. The flavor was sweet and had that perfect slight tartness, and he wanted a million of them. The coffee was good too, and he could already feel the sugar hitting his system in just the right way. Xander stared down at his order in amazement, and noticed writing on the side of his coffee cup.

“Enjoy your liquid heart attack.”

For a second he just stared, extremely confused. Was he being poisoned or something? It obviously couldn’t be referring to his order, that was a normal amount of sugar to have!

Xander shook it off, opting to focus on how best to chicken-ify Grayson. It faded into the background of his thoughts, and he didn’t think of it again. 

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Except it kept on happening.

The Ink Stain became his favorite cafe, and he went frequently. But every time he ordered something, Xander would find a sarcastic comment on his cup insinuating he consumed an unhealthy amount of sugar.

It was ridiculous! An absurd accusation! He needed to find the person writing these messages, and bring them to justice!

So he made a plan. A little manipulation, a dare, and his brothers would be the perfect way to find this person. 

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“Order for a…Captain sparkle swagalicious pants???”

Xander bounced up to the counter to grin enthusiastically at the barista. He notes the pen in her hand, and knows he’s caught his accuser.

“That’s me!” As he continued smiling at the barista, he could hear his brothers snickering from where they watched from behind him, making sure he fulfilled his end of the dare. It was a bit useless, he would never back down from a dare, but at least they were all together (brotherly bonding for the win!). Besides, he had literally done this on purpose.

The barista held out his order, amused exasperation clear on her face. She looked him up and down, seemingly judging him (of course, all she did was judge him and his sugar intake). Their eyes met, and all of a sudden butterflies unraveled in his stomach. 

Huh…

He shook off the feeling, and reached out to grab his scones and drink (luckily he had gotten to choose his order for the dare), sending a conspiring smile her way.

“Sadly, my pants are neither sparkly nor swagalicious, but these are adjectives that are frequently used to describe me,” Xander said with a simpering grin. 

The barista huffed out a laugh, and rolled her eyes. Xander didn’t know why, but something about that sound sent a warm swooping feeling swirling through his chest.

“If Captain sparkle swagalicious pants isn’t your name,” an almost coy look came across her face, “Then what is?”

Xander blinked, momentarily stunned. Someone who…didn’t know who he was? A flicker of unease sparked in his gut, before the knowing and mischievous look on the barista’s face wiped it out. She definitely did know, then.

He beamed back at her, willing to play along.

“I am afraid I cannot disclose this information,” he paused dramatically, an overly-solemn look appearing on his face, “And as you will never be able to find out through other means, I suppose you will never know!” 

“Oh, what an intriguing and mysterious stranger who’s name is definitely not known around the world!” She hesitated for a second, becoming slightly somber. “It must be a stressful way to live…”

Xander looks back at her, and feels a strange sense of vulnerability, like she has peeled back layers of his very being through one singular tap. She’s right, but nobody ever acknowledges that part of being so famous. They only focus on the flashy, fun bits, so Xander in turn became flashy and fun so that they would focus on him. Maybe then they wouldn’t fixate on the color of his skin, of how he looked so obviously different from his brothers. 

They’ve only just officially met, but the way this stranger went along with his antics and was able to understand him has made him want to know her better (to correct her on her opinion of his sugar intake. obviously). It feels like they are frozen in a small pocket of time, away from noise and people and the hardships of life. 

He smiles at her, and if it is with a touch of sadness nobody but the two of them will ever know.

“Well,” Xander begins softly, “Maybe strangers could become acquaintances instead? Could I…could I have the honor of learning your name?” By the end of it, his usual upbeat voice is back. He is, of course, asking for her name because he needs to find the perpetrator, obviously.

She smiles softly back at him, and tilts her head, fidgeting absentmindedly with her apron.

“My name is [Name]. And maybe we could.”

Suddenly, his brothers are calling his name and one of [Name]’s coworkers is trying to get her attention, and time unfreezes.

[Name] catches his eye, gives him a smirk.

“Come back again sometime? I’ll be here at the same time tomorrow. Ready with your exorbitant amounts of sugar.”

Xander Hawthorne lives a life with the people around him constantly playing games, and he is no expectation. But he feels like maybe, just maybe, there'll be no games with [Name]. 

So he decides to give it a shot, to let the hope and exhilarating unsteadiness he feels bloom.

“I’ll see you then. WIth my perfectly normal amounts of sugar.”

 They share one more grin, and let themselves be pulled away.