#Jason adores his aunt jazz

[lulu-22445]

My bones are on Danny winning

Danny adopts Jason

So Danny sees Jason running around Gotham with a malnourished core, being chased by leather furries when he's just trying to fulfil his obsession

He and Jason talk for a few months, Danny bringing ectoplasm snacks to help fill him up, and Danny becomes a second dad to Jason

He's injured but doesn't want to talk about it? Danny

He needs help with this really annoying drug gang that won't stop? One call to Danny and they're all locked in Gotham prison.

The pit madness is getting a little rough? Call Danny for cuddles and snacks and everything better

This goes on for months to year's Danny mentally adopting jason, jason thinking of Danny more like a dad then bruce, the batfam being suspicious of jason and jason hiding Danny like a teenager hides porn because he was not sharing his dad

So it keeps going and eventually, Danny wants to adopt Jason in the living realm and the infinite realms

He asks Jason and there were tears (from who? You decide but someone was crying)

Getting it done in the human world was easy jason todd was dead for some time so a long lost relative showing up to adopt him wouldn't seem that strange

But it turns out Batman is liminal enough to count as a guardian in the infinite realms

Both Danny and Jason hate this fact so while Batman was on patrol Danny walks up to him with a stack of papers, hands them to him and leaves the only thing he said was

: I'm going to adopt Jason, whether you like it or not either hand custody over of ill see you in the court of the infinite realms

He just forgot to mention he was the king and it was his court

[artificialqueens]

City of Stars (Chapter 9) - Leatwerpenn

A/N - Hi everyone, I am SO SORRY about the delay in getting this out. Preparing for my trip to Japan has consumed most of the past week. I leave in a few days and I will no way get all of this edited and posted before I go. The fic is 16 Chapters plus an epilogue. I will however, try to get 2 more chapters posted before I leave. This is a slight filler chapter but has some fluff! Enjoy!

Chapter 9 (2011) 5 Years Before. LA. Summer. Matt sat on his piano stall in the spare room, staring off into space. He could hear Jason on the phone in the next room, talking to someone about himself. “He is just working at Charlie’s right now… I don’t know… He is saving for his own club remember? Yeah. Don’t worry. He is working as much as he can. Yeah, it’s a little slow but. Okay? I can’t talk about that right now. Come pick me up later, we can grab dinner or a Starbucks before I see Matt? Okay. See you then.” Matt couldn’t make out the entire conversation, but he assumed it was about himself. In an ideal world, Matt wouldn’t even have Jason working. He would ideally like him to quit his job at the coffee shop, purely so he can focus on perfecting his ‘one woman show’.  Or, continue to try and get more acting jobs. But they didn’t live in an ideal world. He had no need to worry about money for so long, that he had kind of forgotten what it was like to pay for things. Matt was sure that Jason was covering more of the rent than he was. Where was he getting the extra cash from? Worry clouded him. I never want him doing that again. He took his phone from where it sat on the top of his piano and scrolled through his contacts. His finger stopped when he saw ‘Raja’ staring back at him. He had seen Raja at Charlie’s a while back regarding a spot he had open, and mentioned that it paid well. How well was well? Is it enough to support Jason and Violet? It wasn’t just Jason and Violet that motivated him. For the first time since learning to play piano, he wanted a better life for himself. He didn’t want to play in someone else’s place anymore. Matt wanted something to call his own. He typed a message to Raja. How do I word this? Hey Raja, its Matt – That key’s spot still open? That didn’t sound too desperate? Right? Matt sat back and awaited a response. It was quicker than he expected. Sure. Come to Record Plant. West Hollywood. You should find it on maps. Say 12ish?  Matt smiled. He typed a quick response back and rushed into the shower room. “Matt, get out of my getting ready bubble.” Jason stood, butt naked, in front of the mirror while he shaved. Matt was digging the slight stubble that he had grown on his chin and above his lip. But Jason hated it. “Don’t be insecure, you look gorgeous. And I have a meeting so I need to shower.” Matt stripped and went to get in the shower when he noticed Jason’s problem. “Eye’s up dumbass. And if you have a meeting then we don’t have time.” Jason returned Matt just smirked and pulled him into the shower. _______________________________________ Matt sat outside the recording studio, with his ignition still on, blaring his Jazz music. Why am I so nervous? Matt had met Raja when he first moved to LA. He had worked with Courtney on a TV show that they both guest starred in. Raja and Courtney bonded because of Matt’s love for Jazz. He didn’t like Raja as he used to constantly flirt with her and it pissed him off. What used to also piss him off, was that Raja was very openly bisexual and Matt envied his courage. Well, I don’t really have that to be mad about anymore. He turned the ignition off. Breathe in. Breathe out. Got out of the car, and walked into the studio. _______________________________________ Jason’s work day was going really slowly; now, instead of checking his phone constantly for call backs, he found himself taking out his ‘one woman show’ script and planning book to pass the time. He was constantly making notes and changes. So far, he had planned the entire act and costume changes, and was now on to working out final details. He knew he was close to the point of visiting theatres that would host him. The thought excited him and Violet. Jason stood outside the Warner Brothers lot waiting for Kurtis to pick him up. He had been waiting for 10 minutes already and he was feeling anxious. Ever since the Boomer encounter, he hated working at the lot, and wanted nothing more than to quit.  I just wish I could afford to quit. He and Kurtis still spoke most days. He had a feeling that there may be trouble in his and Patricks’ paradise, but he didn’t feel like it was his place to bring it up. He assumed it was similar to himself and Matt – learning to adjust to living with another person can be hard. Kurtis pulled up and he hopped into the car.  “About time bitch, what were you doing? Hatching eggs?” Jason laughed at his own joke. Kurtis had some weird fascination about chickens, so he always tried to add some kind of bad joke into their conversations. “Sorry. Patrick was… never mind. Where to? Starbucks?” Kurtis enquired. He looked ecstatic to see Jason. Okay, what is his deal? “Sure, I haven’t heard from Matt, so I don’t know if we’re eating together, so coffee may be better.” He smiled at Kurtis while he checked his phone. No Messages. He knew Matt had gone to a meeting about playing keys on some tracks for a band. He knew the main singers name was Raja, and that he and Matt have history. He didn’t get to ask much more than that before Matt left, they had other things on their minds this morning. Jason and Kurtis chatted animatedly while they placed their orders, and waited for their coffee to be made. Cups in hand, they found a booth and sat opposite one another. “Okay, I’m dying to tell you this! I need someone to talk to and you have to help me!” Kurtis had the oddest look on his face. Was that happiness? Confusion? I can barely tell, he has had so much Botox! “Oooookaayyy?” Jason enquired, as a look of bewilderment started to manifest on his face. He adored Kurtis as a friend, but he was so hard to read sometimes. He has either broken up with Patrick… Or… “He Proposed!” Kurtis jumped out of his seat and flashed a ring, which Jason hadn’t noticed before, right under his nose. He grabbed his hand and began inspecting it.

“Wow! Congratulations! But, you guys haven’t been together for that long… Less than a year? Can you not like? Date longer?” Jason felt like an asshole as he watched Kurtis’ expression change. Okay, even I noticed the sadness on his face under the work he has had done. “Really Jason? You can’t be happy for me? Not even for a second?”He sounded upset. Shit. “I’m sorry. Just… Congratulations.” He smiled at Kurtis, but his smile didn’t reach all of the way to his eyes. Jason felt happy for him; he knew Patrick was a lovely guy who made Kurtis happy. But, he also felt sad. Will I get that with Matt one day? “Well, thanks I guess… I have been dying to tell you since he proposed! It was so romantic. He…” Jason stopped listening to Kurtis. He was just focussing on the fact that his father had got his mother pregnant, left her, and she had to raise him alone. She passed away when he was a teenager. He lived with his Auntie. She then left for Paris. What if now he had Matt, he would just leave too? This thought, nagging in his brain, haunted him in that moment. Only now, it felt. Different. He was in love with Matt, couldn’t deny that. No other man had made him feel the way that Matt did. Nobody had made him feel more safe, inspired and beautiful as Matt did. He worried about him constantly. I know he feels the same. Stop being silly. Jason glanced down at his phone discreetly. No Messages. “Dude, listen to me! Just because you have a broke ass boyfriend, who can’t take care of you, it doesn’t mean you can’t be fully here when you are worrying about him getting a job! Pay attention to me! I have been trying to tell you this, face to face, for days!” Kurtis’ outburst shocked Jason. What? Jason stared at Kurtis after his confession. Are you for real? “What are you even talking about? Matt is the reason why I have been feeling so amazing lately. Matt motivates me to be a better man, and a better woman! He makes me feel comfortable about who I am. Yes Kurtis, I am happy for you. Of course I am. But since I got in the car have you asked about how I’m feeling? Even for one second? What gives you the right to pass judgement on Matt? Up until a year ago, you were working in Sephora! So don’t get on your high horse! And you haven’t even asked me about my one woman show! Everything is always about you! God, you are so shallow!” Jason felt the anger boiling, as he stood up from his seat. “And for the record, it has nothing to do with money, so stop hassling me about it! We are happy! Money isn’t everything.” He grabbed his jacket and left the coffee shop. Just as Jason left he could feel the shiver shoot up his spine. Matt was leaning against the car, Jazz blaring. With a smile on his face. “Guess what.” Matt smirked, and all Jason could see was his star. (2008) 3 Years Before. Atlanta. Summer. “Guess what?” Aunt Addie stood in front of Jason with a huge smile on her face. She was gripping something to her chest so tight he thought she might explode. “What’s up?” Jason enquired, glancing up from sitting on his bed. “I got a permanent position in a Moulin Rouge show! In Paris!” Addie was now jumping up and down on the spot. Jason felt his heart break. “You’re leaving?” Jason immediately felt himself break, a tear slipping down his cheek. He wiped it away angrily and then proceeded to stand and engulf his Aunt in the biggest hug. “I’m so sorry! I’m so happy for you! It’s just so overwhelming!” He smiled through the pain he was feeling. Addie pulled Jason away and held him at arm’s length. “Honey, you are nineteen. You are an amazing young man who will conquer the world, once you allow yourself to!” She stroked Jason’s cheek to wipe away his sadness. “I know I’m just, scared.” He looked down, unsure of himself. “That’s normal, but you must go and get your dreams, they won’t come on their own. I loved your mum, my sister, very much. But she stayed in Atlanta and Atlanta was no good for her. Go to New York! Or LA! Somewhere that will embrace and love you, just like your mother and I do.” Addie smiled warmly at Jason. He smiled back. “Okay. I promise I’ll chase my dreams. And I’m so happy for you.” Jason felt, for the first time in a while, that he wanted nothing more than to make his most beloved family members proud of him. A few weeks later, he sat on a plane; glancing out of the window, and all he could see, were stars. (2011)  LA. Summer. “I’m so happy for you!” Jason pulled Matt into a tight hug. He heard Jason say the words, but he couldn’t help but not hear the happiness in his voice. “Are you sure? I don’t have to do it you know.” Matt pulled back to study Jason’s expression. What is he hiding? – Matt thought. “Of course I am happy for you, Dork! This is amazing! You’re going to be in a band!” Jason moved to get into the car as did Matt. Matt sat down and plugged his phone into the centre console, and scrolled through his sound files, to find the one he wanted to play for Jason. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. I mean, the music is a little… different. But you know what? I need the money and I want to support you. And I don’t know… maybe this could be the foot in the door I need, you know?” He glanced at Jason as if he was asking for approval. I’m doing this for you Jay. “Of course! You don’t have to justify anything to me Babe.” Jason took Matt’s hand as the music started to play. “This sounds hell-a-bootleg!” Jason giggled. “Yeah, I recorded it on the sly, as I wasn’t sure how to explain the sound? Honestly, what do you think? Am I making the right decision?” Matt felt torn. He wanted to play to get his name out there. He wanted more than anything to be making substantial money as a musician, but the type of music he was playing wasn’t what he was passionate about. The sound resembled Jazz, but it had clear hip-hop influences with electronics’ blended in to it. It sounded strange to Matt. He wasn’t sure on the sound himself yet. “Yes! Of course! I just hope that you don’t forget about me when you’re famous.” Jason confessed the last part so quietly that Matt barely heard him. What? “Are you serious? You are the reason why I’m chasing my dreams and not just existing.” He confessed. So that was why he looked worried. “Now, let’s go home, and we can talk about your day.” Matt smiled and pecked Jason on the cheek before pulling out of the parking space and heading into the LA sunset. _______________________________________ “Bitch are you helping me or distracting me with that smell?” Violet sat in the living room, surrounded by a sea of rhinestones and garments. Glitter coated everything sprawled across the floor and Violet was completely naked apart from a tiny nude coloured thong. “I’m making dinner, calm down.” Oh god, what is he cooking? He is going to burn the place down! – Violet thought. “You’re making dinner? Oh god! Please don’t! We can just order in or something!” Violet begged. Matt always tried to cook lavish meals but it usually ended in a disaster. “I wanted to cook for you Pumpkin. I’m nearly done, and then you can use me in whatever way you want.” He hollered back from the kitchen. She smiled and shook her head as she continued to hot glue stones to her garment. Minutes later, Matt walked in with two plates and the biggest smile she had ever seen him wear. “Jesus you look happy. Did you do something dirty?” Violet quipped, throwing a smirk in Matt’s direction. “No, but this is the best fucking grilled cheese I think I had ever made! Wait ‘til you try it, you’re gonna die!” He placed the very ordinary looking grilled sandwich in front of Violet. She burst out laughing. “Die?!? That’s more than guaranteed with your cooking!” Violet was now rolling around on the floor laughing, discarded stones stuck to her body as she moved. Matt was laughing with her, it was these moments they cherished. “Taste it c’mon!” He begged her to try it, whilst taking a bite from his own. “Oh my god it’s so good. I should totally make these and sell them in my bar.” Matt confessed, devouring what was left of his sandwich. Violet took a tentative bite and swallowed. “You know what… this is actually pretty good.” Violet leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before she went back to eating. Life is perfect. _______________________________________ “Is this too much?” Violet strutted out of the bathroom wearing the most eccentric outfit that Matt had ever seen her wear. She didn’t even look like Violet at this point. Her make-up was completely different, with tones of deep purple and black making her eyes appear almost doll like. Her brows were painted as thin lines and her nose was contoured to appear longer. Her outfit however, was what was blowing Matts mind. She was rocking full-on boy chest with black star shaped pasties covering her nipples. Layered over that, were various straps that intertwined across her body. Her waist was cinched to an inconceivably small size, with a beautiful rhinestone corset layered over the top. The same detail followed down her legs; to shoes that matched, and to the tips of her fingers, with gloves made from the same strap detail that surrounded her body. A headpiece completed the look, making her look like a hybrid of a burlesque goddess and a rising pharaoh. Matt was speechless. “Holy fuck.” He breathed eventually. Violet twirled and revealed that the corset was beautifully detailed in the back with gems leading down to her lower back. She wore a thong and her ass looked amazing. He couldn’t take his eye off of her. “This is what I want to wear for the final number. But, the make-up takes so long… I’m conflicted.” She bent over to take her shoes off, and Matt stood directly behind her, pushing his erection into her ass. “Honestly Vi, you look amazing, just feel what you do to me.” Matt pulled Violet up and kissed her lovingly on her forehead, not wanting to spoil her make-up. “Experimenting with glitter on my face is frustrating me. My hooded eyes make it so annoying.” She huffed, biting her lip. “So, use me! I already said you could! What do you want to do?” Matt looked down slightly unsure. Violet beamed. “I just want to try this look, but with a different eye style. But I don’t want to wipe it all off and start over. Are you sure it’s okay? I’ll have to glue your brows down.”  “Anything for you Pumpkin.” He sat down on the floor and Violet sat in front of him. She took out her glue stick and wipes, and got to work. Matt hated to admit it, but he was curious to see what he looked like. “Okay, you ready? Don’t frown! And it’s going to feel really weird as your brows are kind of crazy.” Matt studied her as she concentrated on painting him. He could see her golden eyes shining so brightly, and all he could see was his star. (2008) 3 Years Before. LA. Summer. “Matt, don’t frown at this beauty! This will make you feel weird, but trust me it’s for your own good.” Jake and Sang handed Matt the bong filled with god knows what drug. “Guys, I know my way around a fair few substances, chill out.” Matt held the bong in front of him while his two friends watched. Matt wasn’t unfamiliar to taking drugs, but the bong was shaped like a huge dick and it was making him frown. “Take a hit already, c’mon were supposed to be celebrating!” Jake urged. Matt took a hit and coughed, as the smoke overwhelmed him. He passed the bong along to Sang just as Willam came bursting through the door, dressed head to toe in drag. “Bitch I’m here! Let’s party!” Willam exclaimed. Jake, Matt and Willam raised their glasses as Sang raised the bong. They all clinked their respective toast material together and cheered “To Willam!” “Bitch, I can’t believe you are dropping an EP. That’s insane!” Matt admired Willam and her courage. Willam had so much confidence now, that it blew Matt’s mind. Only a couple of years ago, Willam was a shell of the person that Matt was looking at right now, as was he. This made him extremely proud. “Hell yeah! And this bitch is moving apartments tomorrow! I’m going to live in my nice fancy neighbourhood with my dog. Life’s going to be fantastic from here on out!” Willam took another swig of her drink and then sat next to Matt.  “What’s up gorgeous?” Matt queried. He always felt himself get slightly more camp the more intoxicated he got. It was the main reason he enjoyed getting drunk or high with his friends so much. He always felt more like himself around his LA crowd. “You know Matt, you are amazing as well. You need to go and do what you want to do. I know you love Courtney, but, you are kind of pussy whipped. Just promise me you won’t let her hold you back? Kay?” Willam was never sincere, and the fact that he was being so, made Matt feel odd. Am I higher than I thought? “Of course moron.” He nudged his shoulder against Willam’s, and made a pact to himself to pay more attention to Willam in the future. They had been friends for a really long time. Matt had watched Willam come out at a very young age, along with Detox, while he just shut himself away scared. Matt and Willam only grew closer once Detox had passed away. They bonded in their grief. He admired Willam’s courage to not give a fuck about what anyone thought of her. Willam was the one who suggested that Matt and Courtney should consider relocating; even though they eventually moved because she got a big role. “I’m hungry.” Sang complained and Matt laughed to himself. His life felt truly perfect in that moment. Hanging out with his closest friends, drinking, smoking, and knowing he had an attractive girlfriend to go home too. He laid back on the chair he was sitting on and closed his eyes, and all he could see, were stars. (2011)  LA. Summer. “I’m done! Oh my god who knew you would make such a hot girl. I think I might be a lesbian!” Violet got up and ran to their room to grab her mirror. She came back to find Matt in the exact same position on the floor, with his eyes closed. “Vi, the most important part of this was for you to realise how you want to do your make-up. What looks better?” Matt fluttered his false eyelashes as he spoke. The illusion was blowing Violet’s mind. Wow, now I know how he feels all the time. “I kind of like my current look more. I just don’t like the glitter lid I guess, I’m not feeling it. But on you it actually looks great! You have great eyes, I just wish mine were less hooded like yours are.” She handed Matt the mirror and he looked back at himself. “Holy fuck!” He exclaimed, before he bought the mirror closer and further away from himself repeatedly. “Fuck, I look cute! Even with my stubble!” Matt beamed at her. God he is so cute. “Maybe I could be the cross dressing burlesque performer, and you can be the cross dressing pianist?” Violet joked while she took a few snaps of the makeup on her and Matt’s face for future reference. “I don’t think so, but it does look good.” He pulled Violet down into his lap and kissed her. “You are all blurry, where are my glasses?” She giggled and reached over to the table to hand him his glasses, and he placed them on his face. “That’s better, now I can see your beauty. Although glasses and eyelashes do not mix well.” He said while pulling the false lashes from his face and putting them back into a container that was left out. “What time do you have to get up tomorrow?” Violet whispered. “Early. I don’t think you will be awake.” Matt snuggled into her neck from behind. Violet meowed in delight. “Wake me up anyway, I want to wish you good luck on your first proper day and contract signing.” Violet turned around in Matt’s lap. Blue and golden brown connected. “I promise, Pumpkin.” He said, kissing the tip of Violet’s nose. And all they could both see, was the star in one another.

[artificialqueens]

City of Stars Ch. 7 (Pearlet) - Leatwerpenn

A/N - Hi everyone. I have a pretty crazy week next week so i’m posting now just in case I don’t have time! Apologies for some of the errors in formatting the previous chapter. Some stuff was bold that shouldn’t have been. Very confusing!

Anyway, another chapter. It is now summer, and again, slight smut warning.

Enjoy :)

Chapter 7 (2011) 5 Years Before. LA. Summer.

Matt lay lounging on Violet’s bed as she sat, butt naked, applying make-up for that day. They were going out into downtown LA to look at perspective places for Matt’s bar. Jason had awoke feeling like Violet today, so, she painted her face to perfection while Matt watched in fascination.

“One day, will you paint me?” Matt asked timidly as he watched Violet apply false lashes. She turned and flashed her beautiful smile at Matt.

“Of course dork. Oh my god, I’m so excited!” Violet said, as she completed her transformation. She then stood up and placed a messy lipstick coated kiss on Matt’s lips. She then looked back to admire her work. “I don’t think red is your colour.” She laughed, returning back to her mirror to check her lipstick hadn’t smudged.

Matt rolled out of bed and made his way to Violets bathroom. A lot for Matt had changed in the short time they had been together. He had quickly gathered his belongings and had moved in with Jason and Violet. Kurtis was now living with Patrick, so the timing couldn’t have been better.

His piano was now located in Kurtis’ old bedroom, along with his collection of jazz memorabilia. Apart from that, Matt didn’t have many belongs to call his own. He was gutted that Courtney insisted that she keep most of their vintage car collection; but she had let him keep his favourite. He promised to pay her back when he could, which she agreed to. For that, he was thankful.

Matt looked at himself in the mirror while he waited for the water in the shower to heat up. He looked different… Happier and more confident in himself. He found his heart constantly felt warm these days.

He showered and wrapped the towel around him. It hung low on his hips as he swaggered back into the bedroom to get changed. Violet was now sitting ready for the day, on her bed with piles of paperwork spread across it. She had a determined look on her face as she continued to work. Matt thought she was her cutest when she concentrated. She bit her lip. Fucking adorable – He Thought.

Jason didn’t end up getting the part that had been spoken about in ‘Hurts.’ Which he took to heart. Ever since he found out, Jason spent most of his time as Violet. Matt thought he was using Violet as an escape from the rejection. He just hoped they were both okay.

“What you working on today Pumpkin?” Matt asked, as he got changed into his trademark jogging bottoms.

“I’m just trying to figure out this costume change between scenes, I’m considering maybe recording something and having it projected? Or, I could change behind a screen so you could see the shadows? What do you think?” Violet’s eyes looked so golden to Matt in that moment.

Since the rejection, Violet had decided to take things into her own hands. She really wanted to write, produce, direct and star in her own one woman show. She was hoping to combine all of her creative assets and produce a burlesque/cabaret hybrid show. Matt was just happy she was focusing on her own passions after expressing to him how lost Jason left after losing out on the audition.

“I really like the changing idea with the screen actually, especially if you had the lighting right. Could be beautiful.” Matt towel dried his hair as he walked over to Violet.

This was how they got ready most mornings. Talking about their passions, laughing, and making love. They both worked odd hours, but they always seemed to make time for one another. Matt had never felt this way before. Was this what true love felt like?

Matt grabbed his phone from the side and pulled Violet into his lap. He kissed her on the cheek as he held his phone out to take a picture. He didn’t know it yet, but this would be his favourite.

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Violet felt sorry for Matt. They had just been to look at a perspective property and he didn’t get ‘the feeling’.

He had been doing nothing but hunting for properties ever since he and his girlfriend broke up. Matt’s passion had driven Violet to follow her path. She felt like he bought the best out in her.

But lately, Matt had been getting more and more frustrated about the properties not feeling right, or being in the wrong location, or being too expensive. Violet felt Matt’s frustration, as all of the places they had looked at were horrible. LA was overpriced and achievable.

“Vi, I’m seriously considering changing locations. I can’t afford LA. Or, maybe I need another job. God, if I wasn’t so shit at playing piano maybe I could make us more money. Fuck!” Matt rarely got angry, but every now and then Violet saw little sparks of the guy that hollered at her in the traffic that day. This was one of those moments. She giggled at his attempt to be butch.

“Calm down, c’mon. Let’s go to Charlie’s.” She held his hand and stroked the back with her thumb to try and calm him. She placed a kiss on his lips and dragged him towards the car.

Violet loved fussing over Matt. It made her forget her problems. Truth be told, she hadn’t felt like being Jason lately. Jason had really wanted the ‘Hurts’ role he had gone for. He had sat by the phone for days, waiting, praying, that they hadn’t called because they were finally figuring out a script. Turns out, the network the job was for wasn’t interested in having a ‘feminine’ man in the show. Max explained on the phone it wasn’t because he was gay, and that she loved him and wanted to work with him in the future. Jason however, felt like it was another attack from narrow minded people. He felt like he was re-living high school all over again. He and Violet hated it. When Violet had her show figured out. She was going to invite Max, and the network, and she was going to make sure she got a job from it.

She never told Matt the reason why Jason didn’t get the role. But the pain that rejection had caused Jason only made her more determined to succeed.

Violet stared out of the car window as they drove to Matt’s work. She had her hand placed on his, as they drove across the city. She often sat in the bar or danced the night away while Matt worked. He had convinced Charlie to introduce Jazz Night on Tuesday’s; where you could listen to the local talent fight through the form of music till the early hours of the morning. Charlie only allowed you to order from the bar menu on Tuesday’s and Violet loved Charlie’s fried chicken.

She hadn’t felt this happy for a very long time, and as she looked into the night sky out of the car window. All she could see, were stars.

(2001) 10 Years Before. Atlanta. Spring.

“Auntie! Yay!” Jason ran into the golden sunroom and jumped into his Auntie’s arms. He hadn’t seen her for a while. He held tightly onto her as she stroked his back.

“Hey baby boy! Goodness! Look how big you are now! You are not even a baby anymore!” Jason hadn’t seen his auntie in over a year, she was a really amazing performer and had been away from Atlanta for some time.

“I missed you! I’m writing a new song but I just can’t finish it! Will you help me?” Jason’s eyes sparkled whenever he spoke about his music.

“I’m sure you will finish it eventually my little star, or big star now! But first, presents!” She turned around to pull out two items from her bag. His face lit up seeing the two gifts.

“I get two! You shouldn’t have!” Jason took the gifts with delight. He unwrapped them with no haste and she saw his eyes sparkle gold as he looked at the pink key ring of the Eiffel Tower, and the small Chanel bag.

“Auntie… you shouldn’t have! This is so pretty! What is this though? Why would I need a girl’s bag? No boys at school have a bag like this one. They all have Ninja Turtles or Pokemon.” Jason looked at her with curiosity in his eyes. She smiled and laughed.

“Why else silly! To put things in! And look, you can attach the key ring to the side here. You can always remember me as your crazy Aunt, who bought you gifts you might not use just because it was pretty! And these are both from France, isn’t that fancy!” She was laughing as she spoke but Jason, even at a young age, understood what she meant.

“Thank you so much. I’ll keep them forever.” Jason put the purse over his shoulder and proceeded to strut around the living room, composing a song about his new bag.

Auntie Addie glanced across the room to see Jason’s mum smile and mouth a ‘thank you.’

Every time Jason thought about his Auntie, all he could see, were stars.

(2011) LA. Summer.

“Hey Charlie, can I grab a vodka?” Violet took her money out of her Chanel purse and paid for the drink. She sat back and watched Matt play on stage. He was playing in a 5 piece combo tonight. She always thought he looked so happy and free when he played with others. He looked completely different to how he looked when he played alone. When Matt played alone he showed his love for the piano and nothing else, but when he was with others, he showed his passion truly for Jazz.

Violets feet were hurting after all of the walking they had done that day, so she slipped off her shoes and wiggled her toes. That felt good.

She was bouncing her knee up and down to the music when Charlie’s wife, Dela, came and took her hand. Violet had a real soft spot for Dela, as she reminded her of her mother. She was an older lady with a slight 50s style that Violet loved. They had gotten to know each other quite well due to their shared love of everything vintage.

“C’mon doll, let’s dance while the boys work hey?” Violet got up, tripping a little on the way, and proceeded to dance till she thought her feet would fall off.

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Matt loved watching Violets attempt at dancing whenever he played in his combo group. She didn’t quite know how to articulate her long limbs when she danced to a faster beat and it made Matt smile.

He was noticing all of these small things about her that he didn’t notice at first. He loved her laugh. He loved this spot on her collar bone just above her contoured on breasts. He loved smudging off her fake beauty mark with his thumb after they had made love. He knew he was in love with her, he just couldn’t find the right moment to tell her.

Matt had finished for the night and was waiting for Violet to say goodbye to Dela. He thought it was cute that they were bonding. Violet didn’t have many friends and it warmed his heart to see her interacting so well with others . He noticed someone staring at him from across the bar. Where have I seen you before? The man approached and smiled when he got closer. Oh god no.

“Matthew Lent? Oh my god! I knew it was you! I would recognise those skills anywhere.” Standing in front of Matt was Raja. He was someone Matt just considered an acquaintance, they did however, have history. Raja was an amazing Jazz singer, and Matt envied that he was becoming more popular.

“Hey Raja, how have you been?” Matt wasn’t at all interested but he didn’t want to seem rude. He kept an eye on Violet from across the room.

“I’m great! I’m putting a combo group together and our keys just let us down. Spot is open, if you are interested? It’s a paying gig too?” Paying gig? Jesus. I do need the money.

“Really? Wow! I’ll have think about it. I think I have your number, so ill text and let you know?” Matt smiled at Raja. They had never got on, but if it meant getting his foot in the door, he was willing.

“Sure man, see you around. Your girl is smoking by the way.” Raja winked as he left.

Matt’s phone vibrating in his pocket forced him to move his gaze away from staring at where Raja had just left. He didn’t even check caller ID, nor did he realise how late it was for someone to be calling him.

“Sup?” He answered.

“Matthew, long time no speak son. How are you?” Matt’s blood ran cold, as he heard the all too familiar sound of the man he hated most on earth, at the other end of the line.

“Father, hello.” Matt didn’t quite know how to respond. His father always made him feel so nervous. Matt saw that Violet was engrossed in a deep conversation with Dela so he decided to take the call outside. The cold air slapped his face. When did LA become so cold in the summer?

“I just wanted to call to say that I spoke to Mr and Mrs Act recently. So, you dumped one of Hollywood’s most popular actress’. Why?” Well, he didn’t hang around.

“Because I don’t love her dad. I have met someone else. I’m a grown man, I didn’t think I really needed to justify anything to you anymore.” Matt took out a cigarette and lit it. He was starting to shake. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves, terror, or the cold.

“Who is it then? This woman that is better than THE Courtney Act!” Matt’s father sounded irritated on the phone and it was only now that he noticed that he was slurring his words. Nothing had changed.

“Her name is Violet, and she is an up and coming burlesque and cabaret performer, and I love her. To be honest dad, I do not give a fuck what you think. Now, please only call if it is an emergency.” Matt went to hang up the phone when he heard his dad faintly.

“Violet, oh that’s a wonderful name. At least she doesn’t have a name like Alex, James, Jake, you know…” Matt stopped dead.

“Actually, she has a name like Jason but don’t worry about it. Goodbye.” Matt hung up his phone and stared at it for the longest time. A faint smile spread across his face. He heard Violets heels clicking to come and greet him and he felt the warmth return to his heart. He looked up into the sky and all he could see, were stars.

(2001) 10 Years Before. New York. Spring.

“Hey mum, it’s Matty.” Matt sat down at her grave and rested the bouquet of Violets on top of her headstone gently. “You know mum, I still don’t understand why these are your favourite. They smell weird.” He looked down at the ground, sat crossed legged and started picking at the grass.

“So, I’m going to tell you a secret, but I think you already know. I think you knew all along and that’s why you tried to protect me from all of the mean people in the world.” Matt sighed and took a deep breath.

“I think I might be gay. Or at least, I don’t think I’m straight. But I can’t tell dad. Why is this mum? I don’t understand why he’s so against it. He calls Detox a ‘dirty faggot’ all of the time and it really hurts my feelings. I do not think I love Detox. But… I don’t know. Being a teenager is so confusing without you.”

Matt felt tears on his cheeks. He wiped them away with the back of his sleeve

“Why am I not like the others kids in my class? Even Detox isn’t in my year at school so I don’t really have any friends. The only time I don’t feel alone is when I play piano, as I feel like you are by my side.” He laid his palm flatly on the dirt. He could feel her beneath him.

“I love you mum, and I hope one day when I’m older that I will be an amazing parent, just like you were. Thank you for loving me.”

Matt stood up, kissed her headstone and put his hands into the front pocket of his hoody. And as he left the graveyard; he looked up into the sky, and all he could see, were stars.

(2011) LA. Summer.

“Hey, look. I made you something.” Matt looked up from his music book, glasses on and blunt in mouth; from where he was sitting on the couch to see Violet, wearing a sexy black lingerie set with one of his white shirts hung loosely over the top.

Fuck.

The blunt hung from his lips as he stared at her.

Am I high enough to be imagining this?

“You are making me horny. That’s what” he replied. In a low voice. Violet giggled and moved to sit near Matt. She then leaned over to peck him on his cheek, moving his song book to the side. She then held up her drawing proudly for inspection.

Matt studied it with care. “Why does it say ‘Matt’s’?” Matt was looking at what looked like a logo. ‘Matt’s’ was written in a carefully selected script style of lettering with a quaver note as the apostrophe.

Clever. Why didn’t I think of that?

“Because, nobody is going to come to a club called ‘Blunts and Burgers’, especially if you sell fried chicken like I want you too.” She pecked him on his cheek and climbed into his lap. He held her close.

“But I like blunts, and I like burgers.” Matt whined. Violet laughed at his bratty nature. She took the blunt from his mouth and took a couple of drags. She was partial to a smoke every now and then, especially if Matt was involved. He kissed her temple and whispered a thank you into her ear. She meowed in delight.

“This illusion is blowing my mind, but I just have to ask, where in the hell is your dick? It’s so confusing.” He tried to move her panties to the side to have a look and Violet swatted his hand away.

“Look but no touch, this is for you baby.” Violet inhaled another drag of the blunt before stubbing it out in the ashtray nearby. She blew the smoke in Matts face and began to trial open mouthed kisses down his neck, nibbling as she went. Some of Violets make-up was coming off on him but she didn’t mind. She bunched his shirt in her hands as she moved back up and kissed him passionately on the mouth. She continued to kiss him while she undid each button on his shirt. One at a time, very slowly. Stopping only to look at Matt’s blissful face.

She heard soft moans from Matt as she moved down his body. Her knee’s touched the carpet a little roughly, but she liked the feeling. His head was thrown back and his lips were parted slightly.

God, you are perfect.

Violet was now kissing around his belly button, playing with his nipples at the same time. She moved her hands down his chest, grazing her nails back over his nipple as she went.

I’m going to make you feel amazing baby.

She kissed each pelvic bone, leaving red lipstick behind, before starting to palm his erection through his jogging bottoms. “God, Yes!” Matt hissed.

Violet took that as a signal and pulled his bottoms down, freeing Matt’s erection from being confined. She took it in his hands and started to rub the tip with her thumb. She massaged his balls with one of her hands while holding herself up with the other. Moving on, she kissed the top and then took it into her mouth at once. Matt inhaled sharply at the sensation. She began to move up and down, slow and steady. Violet stopped and looked back at Matt. She bit her lip as she did. His brows were crossed in concentration. She was aroused herself, and as she was tucked, it was starting to become uncomfortable. Violet however, liked the sensation and it only made her want Matt more.

She took his length into her mouth and started again, to suck on it. She moved her lips all the way down his shaft until her nose was deep in his pubic hair. She then went just as slow as she moved backwards. Up and down, over and over.

While bobbing her head, she massaged Matt’s balls between her palm. Matt groaned and grabbed her by her hair.

Good job I pinned this shit in good.

Violet increased her pace a little and she could feel Matt’s balls getting tighter in her hands. She pulled back all of a sudden and Matt whimpered at the loss of contact.

Very sexily, and looking at Matt dead in his bedroom eyes; She put her index finger fake nail into her mouth and pulled it off, spitting it across the room. She then put her finger into her mouth, sucking her finger as though it was Matt’s cock. Up and down, looking directly into Matt’s eyes; while she pumped his dick with her other hand.

“’Soon.” Matt rasped and Violet lowered her head back to sucking Matt’s cock. At the last moment, she inserted her finger into Matt’s hole, tapping at his prostate to send him over the edge.

Matt came, moaning a loud “Fucking hell Vi!” And all he could see were stars.

[artificialqueens]

City of Stars (Chapter 6) Pearlet - Leatwerpenn

A/N - Sorry for the slight delay in posting. I went to the Willam, Sharon, Etc show in London on Wednesday night and have been fighting the hangover since. >.< As always, Previous chapters can be found HERE in the masterpost. Warnings for some SLIGHT smut, fluff, and angst. Enjoy ;)

Chapter 6 (2011) 5 Years Before. LA. Spring.

Jason’s phone vibrating was what distracted him from watching the Jazz band playing on the stage, which Matt had now joined in with. Jason held his phone up and made eye contact with Matt from his place on the stage. He then moved away to a quieter area of the club. _______________________________________ “I got a call back! Oh my god!” Jason was jumping up and down holding onto Matt as he did so. If I wasn’t holding on to him I swear I would float away. “Really? What for?” Matt had a huge smile on his face. Fuck, he has the cutest smile. “It’s for some online thing called ‘Hurts’, it doesn’t have a script or anything apparently. They said that they have a different role in mind for me, not the one I auditioned for! They would like to meet with me again for a different role! How cool is that?” Jason thought he might explode from excitement. “Jay, that’s amazing.” Matt wrapped him in a warm hug. As he pulled back he looked at Jason’s lips. God, please kiss me. Just as Jason thought he might, Matt pulled away and took his hand. “C’mon Pumpkin, had better get you home so you can prepare.” Jason’s heart sank a little, but he understood. He had, after all, asked Matt not to kiss him again until he was single. _______________________________________ Jason tugged Matt impatiently to the car and they were soon on the highway, making their way to Jason’s apartment. He had a million questions running through his mind. What do I wear? How do I prepare when there is still no script? Fuck! “You’re flipping your expressions from frowning to smiling every two seconds. What’s up?” Matt glanced at Jason. “I have no idea what to wear, or how to prepare. I mean, there is no script! I feel like I need to watch a movie marathon or something!” His voice was panicked. Fuck I need to calm down. “So go home and watch some movies. What is this role about? What do you know?” Matt asked. “I know it’s about people hurting. But that is kind of it. I don’t like thinking about what hurts me because it takes me to a very dark place, and I don’t like going to that place. So, I guess movie marathon it is. Any suggestions?” Jason babbled. “God there are so many! Virgin Suicides, Kids, The Breakfast Club! God what else…? Oh, The Pianist is one of my favourites… for obvious reasons!” Matt laughed at himself. “I don’t think I have seen any of those movies.” Jason put his head in his hands. “How can I be an actor when I don’t even watch movies?” He looked up from his personal pity party at the sound of Matt’s laughter filling the car. “You’re such a dork. You know, The Pianist is playing at this little outside theatre in Venice this weekend. It’s super cute. It’s one of those old-fashioned style ones, where you sit out on deck chairs in the sand and watch it projected on the side of a random building. Sometimes we get chased by the cops before the movie ends but it’s fun and I have been asking them to play The Pianist for like, ever. I was going to go after work on my own but, I could always take you? Like, a date? I guess…” Matt’s confidence seemed to dwindle as he spoke. Yes! Yes! “Sure, you have my number now. Text me the address and I’ll meet you there” Jason took Matt’s hand and stroked his thumb across the top of his hand. Perfect. _______________________________________ Matt had spent the next five days trying to think about anything other than Jason. Or Violet. He had messaged Jason and told him the location of the secret cinema, and now he was just awaiting a response. He wasn’t sure how to label Jason in his phone contacts, so he just called him ‘Pumpkin.’ He had been composing more music than ever. He felt extremely inspired. Matt was sure it had everything to do with the man with the messy bun and the woman with the tiny waist.

His usual gig at Charlie’s tonight had been cancelled as the restaurant was closed for the night. It was Charlie and his wives 40th wedding anniversary. How cute. Matt was so deep in thought he didn’t hear the front door open and close, or the sound of heels clicking around upstairs. He continued to play and make notes in his music book. Every song title had something to do with either Jason or Violet. What does this one remind me off, ummm, her magical laugh… ‘Magical Laughter’… “Matt… Matt… Matthew!” Matt snapped out of thinking about Jason; looking straight into Courtney’s blue eyes. And all he could see, were stars. (1990) 21 Years Before. Atlanta. Spring. ‘C’mon Matty! We have to get a seat!” A beautiful woman with long golden hair pulled a tiny Matt along with her, laughing and smiling as she moved through the small café. She found a table to the left of the small stage and pulled a chair out for Matt. “C’mon Handsome, hop up! You are only ever going to see a performance this good once!” The woman sat opposite him, and held his small hand in hers. Matt’s heart was beating so fast. “Plus, your father think’s we went to visit Aunt June! Guess what? We totally aren’t!” Matt just looked at his mother with adoration as she talked at a thousand words a minute. The only time she was ever quiet was during a performance. “Now Matty, this is a performance café, so when people are on stage you have to be quiet and respectful; But when there isn’t anybody on the stage you can talk, like we are. Understand?” She smiled, her blue eyes sparkled. “Sure Mumma, I get it.” He smiled back up at his mother. Her eyes soon left his as she focused on the stage where a slender woman with dark hair had walked out. Matt started to feel a burning in his chest. He wasn’t sure what it was. The woman sat at the piano and started to play beautifully, maybe even more so than his mother and he loved his mother. That was the first time Matt had seen what he was about to see, and all he could see, were stars. (2011) LA. Spring. Jason sat in the living room, on the couch, watching movies. This is where he had been for the past 5 days; the only time he left the sofa was to go to work. The thought of not getting this role was driving him insane, and he was going to do just about anything to make sure he would be successful at it. Kurtis opened the living room door and plumped up the cushions so he could sit beside Jason. Jason was so caught up in his movie he barely noticed Kurtis asking him a question. “Bitch, answer me. When are you going to leave this sofa?” Kurtis pressed the pause button on the remote to ensure that Jason was paying attention. “Whenever Matt text’s me where he wants me to meet him for our date.” He replied as if it was second nature, but he instantly regretted it as Kurtis’ face lit up. “Where is he taking you? What are you going to wear? When are you going?” Kurtis had now moved to sit on the armchair opposite. He was basically jumping in his seat. Fuck, calm down. “Well, we’re going to some weird secret outside cinema. I have no idea, and whenever he texts me a day.” He picked his phone up at that moment and saw he had a message. 1800 Ocean Front Walk, Venice. Just keep walking along the boardwalk till you see the Secret Cinema sign. I’ll be the handsome man with the popcorn. Heels not advised. Only because of sand. See you later Pumpkin. Jason smiled and saved Matt into his phone as ‘Handsome’. “Well, tonight apparently. He texted me earlier, but I didn’t even notice as I’ve had my head in the TV for most of the afternoon.” Jason sighed as he turned the TV off and wondered into his room. “Fuck! Kurtis! What do I wear?” He let out a sigh in frustration as he pulled his drawers open to where his boy clothes lived. “You have loads of nice clothes; just wear some skinny jeans and a shirt. That vintage patterned one you got a while ago? Or maybe your leather jacket?” He was going through Jason’s wardrobe pulling out all sorts of things that did not go together. Stick to make-up hun. “I’m not wearing a leather jacket to the beach bitch. Look, ill just wear my black jeans and this shirt.” He grabbed a different vintage shirt; it was a navy blue colour with an 80’s style geometric pattern on it. “And I now need to shower, so goodbye.” He pushed Kurtis out of his room and slammed the door. He glanced at the clock. 3pm, I have some time. Jason leant over, opened Spotify, put his favourite instrumental playlist on and laid back on the bed. As he listened to his mothers, or Matt’s tune. All he could see, were stars. (1990) 21 Years Before. Atlanta. Spring. A baby Jason was playing with toys on the floor of some shabby-chic looking café. Blue eyes looking back at him. A young boy smiling down at him, helping him to stand up. Jason felt cold. He looked around for his mother and began crying when he couldn’t see her. The blue-eyed boy was saying “shhh!” over and over. “Shall we find our Mumma’s little one?” Baby Jason attempted to crawl, clinging on to the bottom of the other boy’s trousers. Baby Jason saw his mother and another woman sitting on the piano stall together. Playing at opposite ends on the piano. And all he could see, were stars. (2011) LA. Spring. Jason awoke feeling confused. Was that a memory? He glanced at the clock and realised he was now running late. Shit! He grabbed his clothes and rushed to the bathroom to get ready. _______________________________________ “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming back today. I could have got you from the airport.” Matt got up to greet Courtney, he pecked her on the cheek. He had never felt so guilty. “It’s okay, I’m only here because my parents are in the US and insisted that I see them.” Courtney huffed and followed as Matt went back upstairs. “Your parents are here… great” He rolled his eyes as he went to the kitchen to make himself a drink. Courtney seemed on edge. “Yeah, I know you hate them. Hell, I hate them. But will you please come with me to dinner tonight. I can’t face them on my own.” Courtney looked at him with pleading eyes. His heart broke, not because of Courtney, but because he would have to let Jason down. “Court, I actually have work tonight.” Let’s try that angle. “For god sakes Matt! I never ask you for anything! You live here, you eat the food I buy, you basically bum off of me and I need one favour for you and you can’t do it?” Courtney raised her voice. Matt felt conflicted. It was never just one favour though, was it Court? “Fine! I just, I need to tell work.” He went to go back downstairs to get his phone but Courtney cut him off. “Don’t worry, it’s not like it’s an important job Matthew. Let’s just go. I need to get you something to wear because your clothes are hideous.” Courtney grabbed Matt, pushing him out of the door. He glanced back inside and felt his heart sink. I’m so sorry Jay. _______________________________________ “Do I look okay?” Jason stood in the living room, blocking Kurtis from watching TV. “You look to die for. I swear to god, if he doesn’t rip that shirt open and want to take you on the beach then I might!” He jumped up and fussed over Jason. He swatted Kurtis away. No thanks. “Okay, well I’m going to go. I’ve got my keys and phone. Please don’t wait up” He typed a quick text to Matt letting him know he was leaving, and he set off, in his Prius. _______________________________________ Matt had spent the entire dinner watching the clock. He couldn’t remember if he had told Jason a time. Why can’t I remember? Matt, Courtney and her parents were eating at some fancy sushi restaurant on the other side of LA to where he had told Jason to meet him. Fuck! Courtney’s parents were always so horrible to her. He could tell that the dinner was painful for her and he kept squeezing her knee under the table to re-assure her. He felt so ashamed. He wanted more than anything to support Courtney, but as a friend. Not as her boyfriend. “So Matt, you still getting steady gigs? What’s the big goal? You know, Courtney can’t carry you forever.” Matt rolled his eyes. This question came up a lot from them, he always had the same answer. “I’m still saving to open my own Jazz club, remember. Unfortunately, the property I was interested in in New York just got converted into a salsa tapas place. Like, what even is that? Anyway, I’m just looking for new locations now.” He smiled and didn’t really pay attention to anything else her parents we’re saying. Somewhere towards the other side of the restaurant was a pianist. He could have sworn the pianist was playing his tune. City of stars Are you shining just for me? Matt could hear the lyrics so clearly in his head. He felt like he was in a dream. As if time was moving slower than he was. The lights seemed brighter for some reason. He wasn’t even convinced the piano was playing his tune. But he could hear it. Who knows? Is this the start of something wonderful and new? Or one more dream that I cannot make…. True…. A dream I cannot make true. No way, I need to make this happen. Wake up! “I’m so sorry Courtney, but, I can’t do this anymore, and I know you can’t either. Mr and Mrs Act, it has been a pleasure knowing you for all of these years. But, my heart is with someone else and I need to go get them.” Matt apologised again and got up from his seat. He was moving towards the exit when he glanced back at Courtney to see her smiling brightly back at him. He gave her a small nod and ran as fast as he could to the nearest taxi rank. _______________________________________ Jason felt stupid, he knew it was too good to be true. He had been sitting in his deck chair for 45 minutes already and no sign of Matt. How did I think he liked me, I’m repulsive. This is why he never went on dates. His face was so focused on the movie that he didn’t even notice that someone had sat next to him. That was, until he felt the shiver shoot up his spine. Matt?

He turned his head and he saw Matt, looking extremely sweaty and gazing back at him. Before he could realise what was happening, Matt breathed, “I’m single” and grabbed Jason’s face between his hands. He was kissing him with so much desperation that Jason could feel it burning at his lips. He is single? He broke up with his girlfriend? Oh my god he is kissing me, and what is he doing with his tongue? Matt pulled away from Jason, breaking the spell. When Jason saw Matt looking to the right where he saw police cars pulling up and jogging over to where they were seated in the sand. “C’mon Pumpkin, before we get caught” He pulled Jason up and tugged him along in the sand. He was laughing. He stopped suddenly, kicking his fancy shoes off into the distance and shouting, “Who needs shoes! I’m free!” Why is he such a dork? Jason led Matt over to his Prius, which Matt had great pleasure laughing at. He drove Matt back to his place. “I’m homeless!” Matt joked playfully in the car on the ride over. They both took the stairs two at a time, with Matt constantly telling Jason how perfect his ass was. He felt confident. For once in my life. They stumbled through the front door to find the place quiet. One single lamp was on in the living room, and Jason spotted the glow from his own lamp in his bedroom down the hall. Phew, no Kurtis. Their lips were on each other, as they continued their battle for dominance towards the bedroom. Jason kicked his shoes off and they flew, hitting the wall on the way. Clothes became fewer on the way to the bedroom. Jason left Matt for just a second and put his instrumental playlist on the loudest he had ever heard it. “Fuck the neighbours.” He breathed as he unbuttoned Matt’s fancy shirt. Kissing down his chest, and lingering on his pelvic bone. “Stop! Stop… Slow down.” He grabbed Jason’s wrists to halt him. Jason felt insecure. “Dance with me.”  Matt breathed. He pulled Jason up and took him in his arms and started spinning him around his tiny bedroom to the beat of the playlist. At some point, Jason had willed the lights to turn down to a more romantic glow, and it was only them, swirling and twirling, under the glow of the stars that Jason had super glued to the ceiling. Jason felt like he was floating. Matt was making him feel more comfortable and safe than anyone ever had. He felt like they had been dancing for a lifetime. The darkness didn’t frighten Jason in that moment. Soon the lights were completely off. I feel safe with you. Matt trailed kisses across Jason’s jaw. He felt the shiver in his groin, he thought he might cum just from being kissed. Oh my god. “Is this okay?” Matt asked. Jason replied in moans but he wasn’t sure it made sense. He was making the most animalistic noises as Matt made his way down to his chest, kissing one nipple and playing with the ring in his other one. “Matt.” Jason breathed, over and over. Matt pushed Jason down to the bed and continued his trial of kisses down to his boxers. He bit at Jason’s cock through his boxers. He whimpered. Matt looked up unsure. Jason smiled down at him. “Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with Matt. I just want you.” Jason played with Matt’s short hair at the side of his head. Running his fingers up and down and around the back of his ears. He looked at Jason’s crotch and pulled his boxers down. He kissed the tip of Jason’s cock and then took it into his mouth. Jason could swear his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Matt continued to work on Jason’s cock while his own erection was throbbing in his pants. It was becoming so uncomfortable that he could barely concentrate on what he was doing. Jason soon sat up, pushing Matt back. He then crawled across the bed, slipping his hands into Matt’s pants. He freed Matt’s cock who let out a gasp of relief. “I want you to fuck me Matt.” Jason whispered as he palmed Matt’s erection. “I’ll bottom. But you need to get me ready. Can you do that?” Please say yes. “Of course.” Matt pushed Jason back roughly and pushed his legs into his chest. Matt started to lick around the rim of Jason’s hole tentatively. Matt felt slightly unsure, however, Jason’s moans spurred him on. He was now touching Jason’s cock, moving his hand up and down. Matt let out a “Bedside drawer?” between kissing and licking Jason’s hole. Matt heard a faint ‘fuck yes.’ He then reached into the drawer and got a condom and a bottle of lube. He coated two fingers in the lube and started to move one finger in and out of Jason’s hole carefully. The look of pleasure on Jason’s face was nearly enough to make Matt cum. He then inserted another and when he felt Jason start to loosen up, he changed his finger motion to start scissoring him instead, preparing him for Matt to enter. Matt kissed the tip of Jason’s cock as he continued to prepare him. Jason breathed a rough ‘I’m ready’ and Matt removed his fingers. Rolled the condom down his dick and coated it in lube. Their first time was passionate. Matt was unsure and tentative as he angled himself to find Jason’s prostate in a missionary position. He soon found the angle and rhythm that Jason liked. Matt had never felt anything so tight around his cock. He came apart soon after as each thrust seemed to feel better and better; with Jason’s name on his lips. Matt had cum a litter sooner than he would of liked so to tip Jason over the edge he pulled out, took Jason’s cock in his mouth once more, only this time, with two fingers in his hole, tapping at his prostate. Jason came, moaning loudly. They discarded the condom and wrapped themselves around each other. They both gazed at the ceiling as they started to fall asleep, and all they could see, were stars.

[fairlylocalhomo]

hi since I can't sleep and since ive listened to a few more musicals since then, I'm here with an appreciation update!

~Rent~

- Seasons of love??? good shit

- also la vie boheme??? one of my favorite theater songs to date

-the emotional connections and the pure friendship between everyone

- mark and rodgers friendship, its the kinda mutual "I'd kill anyone if they tried to hurt you but also I would sell you to satin for a corn chip" friendship that I can never get enough of

- Mimi and angle dancing on the table during la vie boheme

- the fact that a couple of my two favorite theater girls are on stage together being adorable lesbians

-how s c a n d a l o u s maureen is.

~little shop of horrors~

- Seymour and I's mutral love for Audreys existence

- Audrey being a total sweetheart to everyone

-all the lines in the show

- "i aM YOUR DeNTIST"

- "but im dating a semi-sadist"

- Seymour's nervous teen vibes™, they remind me a lot of Jeremy heere and I can't get enough of it

- have I mentioned how much I would die for Audrey?

- Audrey ii, just in general.

- the sound of the songs. it's sort of a jazz thing i guess and I absolutely adore it

- chiffon, crystal, and ronettes background singing. 10/10

- despite how dark the subject matter is, I love how upbeat most of the songs are

~Mamma mia! (1+2)~

- All the songs. every single one of them. they're all a great 70s vibe and I can't get enough of it

-the two aunts doing their best to support sophie and her mom? absolutely amazing

-the whole premise of it is so crazy I love it

-the random bursts of the town dancing and singing with the main bunch. its fabulous

-the backstories for all of the dads in here we go again, it is creative and I love it

- the wedding scene in mamma mia 1? fucking superb

-S o p h i e during "lay all your love me"

~heathers~

-all the heathers. 10/10

-How calm jason seems initially. which switches right quick

-The song "my dead gay son",,,, fucking awesome I want that at my funeral

-the friendship between martha and Veronica.

-Heather Chandler and how cocky she is. catch me crying gay tears for her.

-Heather McNamara and her being a pure angle. love her too

-All the heathers and how well their voices go together

thank you im tired and as before, feel free to add your favorite musicals if you want💕

my favorite things in musicals that I would 112% die for

~Falsettos ~

-All of the falsettos cast

-especially andrew n antony

-also??? the choreography??? makes me 103829% emotional everytime??

-This had better come to stop. both a bop and makes me emotional

-how much emotion all the cast puts into the songs (“I’m breaking down”, “Welcome to falsettoland rephrase”, “father to son”, ‘you gotta die sometime" etc.)

-Stephanies acting in “im breaking down”, which is oddly relatable

-act 2. all of it

-the lesbians next door

-All the vocals. they’re all so talented and ughhh

-Trina being a tired mom

~Dear even hansen~

-Conner murphy + Even hansen (both the ship and the characters both are good)

-Lauras vocals in requem?? also make me emo.

-the lyrics in sincerely, me?? good shit™

-again, thE EMOTIONS+PASSON THAT EVERYONE PUTS IN EACH OF THE SONGS

-Zoe and Evens relationship. I love them together tbh they’re cuties.

-How, I guess relatable and real, Evens Social anxiety is. (at least for me, its different for all shh)

-Heidi, Alana, and Jered fuvken putting Even on blast during “Good for you”

~Newsies~

-all the newsies boys. theyre all good and wonderful kids

-the passon in both the “Santa fe” songs.

-Kathrens tap dancing in “king of new york”

-les + davey’s existence

-and, for that matter, les, jack, and Davey’s relationship with one another in a cute sibling way

-Medda + The Bowery beauties

-how different all the boys personalitys are. amazing

-fricken Kathren being a sarcastic queen

-How inspirational all the songs are tbh. like if I have shit to do, “Seize the day” is the first thing I put on

- the lines all the boys have outside of the songs (“the worlds your erster” 'your what??’, “I’ll call you sweetheart if you spot me 50 papes” and more). some real good shit™

~Spongebob the musical~

-Ethan Slater.

-Gaven Lee.

-Lilli Cooper.

-Danny Skinner

-Stephanie Hs- ok I’ll stop

-the extras in spongbob who have to change 24/7. my heart goes out to them.

-lemme give just some general appreciation to the spongebob cast n ensemble because ho boy i love em all

-“Chop to the top”, aka a whole ass bop

-spongebob makes his lil shoes sounds when he walks

-How well the actors/actresses managed to capture that spongebob vibe™. as a long time fan of the tv show it really made me happy to see my fav characters brought to life on stage so well.

-the mcfricken sets are absolutely amazing

~Book of mormon~

-Elder👏🏻cunningham👏🏻

-“Man up”. just all of it. the whole ass song

-how offensive the whole muscal is but shh

-Elder price in “Spooky mormon hell dream”

-the t a p d a n c e in “Turn it off”

-How funny the whole musical is. its real good

-Andrew Rannells existing

~Be more chill ~

-Jeremy and Michaels friendship, and boyfs. bc they would be cute.

-but i mean stAGEDORKS I WOULD ABSO-FUCKING-LUTEY DIE FOR THAT

-89% of the ships in bmc i would die for tho tbh oops

- this is a stagedorks appreciation post ok lemme live I luv them together

-Christene in both “I love play rehearsal” and “a guy I’d kinda be into”

-How much the squip hates on Jeremy.

-the fact that “The Squip song” takes place in a bathroom at school.

-all that underlying meaning abt the characters in the lyrics

-Jenna Roland, an under appreciated icon

-Christenes cannon ADD

-Christenes cannon ADD

-all of “Halloween”. i love it love love love it

and of course, feel free to add to this! rant about your favorite musicals idc. there are some musicals i probably forgot about so idk add some if you want💞💞

[darkmodepls]

Jason is living his romance novel dreams and loving his bad*ss wife. He also adores his feral gremlin stepchildren. He might have gotten frustrated with their antics by this point, but they've decided to get to know their new aunts and uncles by "bonding through adversity."

It's hilarious to watch.

All the bats want to (lovingly) spy on the new couple, but Alfred gives them his disappointed face whenever they try to sneak out. He approves of Jazz and wants the family to have One healthy and committed relationship, his son and other grandchildren are not ruining this for him.

Vlad is being pushy once he finds out about the marriage and how it kept him away from the throne. After an incident, the Nightingale-Todds decide to move to Gotham.

It's not like the Rogues pose any real threat to the Royals of the Infinite Realms. Several things happen over the course of 3 months.

The Joker is never seen again after he kidnaps the "Newest Wayne Adoptee." Said adoptee quietly rejoins his classmates at the museum an hour and a half post kidnapping. When asked, the teen gives a smile with way to many sharp teeth than can fit in a human mouth. His actual dad hosts a block party to celebrate.

Oswald Cobblepot has a tearful reunion with his niece. Songbird is his 4th cousin twice removed on either side. Her father, Jackie, was the only person to not cut contact with him when he first got arrested and they bonded over getting disowned for supervillainy/mad-science. He hasn't seen her since she was 8. Jackie and Mads had a breakthrough in their research and moved the family out west. When asked how she was handling Gotham she said that her parents taught her to take care of herself while playing with a bulky metalic bracelet. She is apparently dating Red Hood.

Arkham gains a new psychology intern. People are a lot less wary now that the Joker is gone, so they tentatively opened a position for undergrads. Mrs. Nightingale-Todd is a friendly but reserved young woman. She is somehow able to understand and emphasize with Arkham's most infamous residents without letting their tempers boil over. Her husband is an Gotham native heavily involved in community outreach and she has custody of her younger siblings who both attended Gotham Academy. For weeks people speculate why she picked Gotham of all places to settle down. When her husband reveals that Gotham is significantly less dangerous than her home town, they wonder what frigging slasher film she escaped from.

Danny is the rightful Ghost King, but since he's not of age he needs a regent who is a) his species, b) his family, and c) an adult. The only adult haftas are Vlad or this Red Hood guy from Gotham that he's never heard of. Since Vlad is not going to happen looks like it's Red Hood, now how to make the guy count as family...

Jason has had a lot of weird shit happen to him over the years but a woman tracking him down as Red Hood to propose a temporary political marriage so he can be regent of a death dimension until her brother is old enough to rule in his own name is a new one for him. Of course he accepted. The only other option was apparently a creepy uncle figure. He's read enough romance to know a forced marriage of a woman to her creepy uncle never ends well. A forced marriage of a woman to a crime lord doesn't usually end much better, but he's ignoring that for now. He's going to woo and romance his spit fire of a wife with respect, spontaneous poetry, his damn good cooking, and by not being a Darcy. And he is going to rock not just this whole regent thing, but also and more importantly the mentoring her brother and his new ward on how to rule this dimension. Competence is always attractive. He runs a tight ship in his crime empire, surely running a dimension can't be that much harder.

He actually already has a plan on how he's going to handle the whole 'The USA declared war on the dimension he's regent of' thing. It's simple really he goes to the next family dinner and causes chaos. The faces everyone will make will be glorious when he drops that he's lord regent of a dimension, the USA is at war with his dimension, and it's such a shame that no one can meet Jason's wife or ward till there is a peace treaty. Then he just needs to sit back and watch the entertainment as his siblings realize he has forever won the position of favorite child by being the first married and first to give Bruce a grandkid. Also you know the chaos of Bruce willing to wage a one man war if necessary so he can meet his grandson. Jason figures it will take at most a month for the government to cave.

And like a cherry on top he's going to get on a medical treatment plan for the pit. Everything is looking great for him.