#matt is a precious big brother

[ariestrxsh]

sub!chris x dom!reader

ᯓ★ content warning: smut, mommy kink, teasing, humiliation, use of vibrator (on chris), strap sucking, gagging, pegging, making a sex tape

ᯓ★ summary: chris begs you to make him go dumb on your strap while on camera

If you don't like the content, don't read !!! I know pegging isn't for everyone, and that's totally fine.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

Sextape

"C'mon, Chris. Hold the camera still. Or else I won't let you cum," you sweetly cooed to the blue-eyed boy sitting in front of you. A series of soft whines cascaded from his pouty lips as you drew circles on his swollen, pink tip that you were relentlessly teasing with your vibrator.

His sweaty palms gripped the camera a bit more tightly as he directed the lens at his lap and what you were doing to him, but he couldn't keep it from shaking. You reduced the intensity of the vibrations as Chris struggled to listen to your directions. "Chris," you said more sternly this time, raising your eyebrows.

"I'm trying, mommy. It just feel so good," he purred. "Please. Turn it back up. I'll be a good boy. I'll hold it steady," Chris begged, peering down at the way you expertly stimulated his cock through the view finder.

You loved how pathetic he sounded when he pleaded with you. How could you say no? You gave in, giving him what he wanted and switching it back to a more intense setting as you watched him squirm around.

One of the things you loved most about Chris was how confident and assertive he was in his every day life, but the second it was just the two of you behind closed doors, his submissive side would come out to play. All of a sudden, his cool, calm, and collected facade would crumble, and he'd turn in a whiny, needy, and desperate little thing.

He'd never admit to his brothers or his friends the activities the two of you did in secret, but he loved them. He adored the way you'd take your bullet vibrator and gently run it up and down his length. He couldn't get enough of the way you tugged on his pretty, brown hair or the things you'd whisper into his ear. He loved when you'd get out the strap and have your way with him.

He savored it all so much, in fact, that he'd asked you if the two of you could film it. He'd practically begged for it. Of course, you obliged, unable to say no to him anytime he turned on his submissive charm. You loved the idea of making a video with him, one he'd watch back during his solo activities when you were unavailable.

You were surprised, though. "Aren't you worried Matt or Nick might find it? Or one of your friends?" You'd asked, wrinkling your brow with a puzzled expression on your face. "I'll keep it somewhere safe. No one will ever know," he'd responded, more focused on the reward of filming it and less focused on the possible consequences.

That's how the two of you ended up here - with your favorite toy resting against the sweet boy's tip while he practically dug his fingernails into the sides of the camera as he struggled to keep it stable. You took the vibrating object and started slowly running it up and down a prominent vein on the backside of his shaft.

When you returned to his sensitive head, a sharp whine slipped from his lips as his cock twitched. His big, round eyes flicked up to meet yours, and he gave you the most precious look with tinted pink cheeks, slightly parted lips, and his expression steeped in desire.

"Give me that," you ordered, taking the camcorder from his trembling hands. You pointed it at the blue-eyed boy, not wanting his gorgeous, fucked out features to go undocumented. "Look at you. Such a pretty boy," you cooed, peering down at him through the view finder as he screwed his eyes shut and formed his lips into a perfect o shape. "You look so handsome on camera."

You tilted the lens down at the pearly liquid gathering at his perfect slit. You could tell he was getting close, but you weren't ready to let him cum just yet. You slowed the speed of the vibrations, watching Chris' expression fall as you withdrew the sensation. "Mommy, why are you always so mean to me?" He pouted.

You took the toy and set it off to the side, ignoring his question. "Get on your knees," you directed him as you stood to your feet, pointing the lens of the camera at the blue strap you had harnessed to your body. "Suck it for me, baby," you purred, tilting his chin up with your free hand. He parted his lips to take you in, but he hesitated for a second.

"What's wrong, baby? You love this part," you sweetly asked him, running your manicured nails along his jawline. "Can I please touch myself while I suck on it, mommy?" He wondered. "Sure, you can, but you're not allowed to cum, baby," you replied in a serious voice, and he eagerly nodded. His tongue darted out and he flitted it across the tip.

"Good boy," you murmured, slipping the end of the strap into his mouth as he wrapped his lips around it. His fingers snaked around his shaft, and he started slowly stroking it as he bobbed his head up and down. "Wow. Look at you. You're doing such a good job. You might even suck cock better than I do," you whispered.

He slipped you out of his mouth for a moment and shook his head. "No way, mommy. Not even close," he replied before popping you back into his mouth, knowing that if he had agreed with your original comment, he'd most definitely be punished.

You let out a chuckle, adoring how much control you had over him in these moments. He'd do and say anything to please you. "You take it so well, though, pretty boy," you sweetly answered him, placing your free hand on his head as you drove your hips forward at a rougher pace, eliciting a soft gagging sound from the boy on his knees in front of you.

His hand stroked his cock more fervently as he choked on you, a look of pleasure written on his face as he opened his throat, graciously taking you deeper. You smirked down at him, tightening your grip on his hair and tugging on it as you fucked his pretty mouth, a bit of drool gathering in the corners of his lips.

"Oh, my god, Chris. You were made for this," you commented, looking into his teary bedroom eyes that were fixed on the lens of the camcorder. Your gaze flickering between the real life vision that was playing out in front of you and the perspective through the view finder. "You could be a star."

He sucked on it for a few more minutes, moans escaping him as he tried to keep himself from finishing too early. He switched off between peering up at you and the camera lens as he hollowed out his cheeks, sliding his lips up and down your length.

"Okay, pretty boy. Get on the bed and get on all fours," you demanded, tapping the tip of his nose with your pointer finger in a teasing manner. "Yes, mommy," he replied, his eyes growing wider and his face beaming as he realized you were finally going to give him what he so desperately craved. He turned around and crawled onto the bed.

You opened a bottle of lube with one hand, applied it to your strap, and positioned yourself at his opening. "I made sure I was ready for you, mommy," Chris mumbled, gazing back at the camera. You knew that meant that he must have had some fun with his dildo before he'd come over, and imagining it was enough to have your arousal slowly dripping down the inside of your thigh.

Your lips curled into a smile, and you made sure to capture Chris' reaction as you entered him from the back, his eyes screwing shut and his face contorting in a look of pleasure. His expression softened after the initial stretch and after you'd started gently rocking your hips.

Soft whimpers filled the air as he threw himself back into you, arching his back and tipping back his head at the sensation. His right hand reached up to soothe his aching cock, beginning to move his closed fist up and down his shaft.

You'd bent Chris over many times, but there was something about this particular time that escalated the whole experience. You weren't sure if it was just the way Chris looked on film in the soft lighting, all his features enhanced by the clearness of the image, or if it was the fact that he was really leaning into his desperation, almost putting on a show, and really exaggerating his body movements and the sounds he made.

"You fucking love this, don't you, baby?" You mumbled, admiring the perfect curve of his spine and the way his ass jiggled with every thrust. "I do, mommy. I love being used by you," he whimpered, peering back at you and the technology in your hand.

"I know you love that, sweet boy, but I was talking about being on camera. You just love it, don't you?" He slowly nodded, gripping the sheets beneath him with his free hand. "Good boy. You look so fucking good getting fucked on video," you replied, knowing how much he was getting off on it.

There was something about being recorded - being in the spotlight and being so vulnerable - that drove him wild and made him even more daring. "Give it to me harder, mommy. You know I can take it," he begged in a subservient voice.

You raised your eyebrows at him, knowing this was usually the roughest he could stand, but you couldn't say no to him, looking back at you with his submissive eyes. You nodded as you railed him harder, driving your strap deeper and hitting his pleasure spot over and over. It felt good for you as well, pressure being put on your clit every time you snapped your hips forward.

You could tell Chris was nearing the edge, moans and profanities pouring from him as he went dumb on your silicone cock. "Come on, baby. Smile for Nick and Matt when they find this," you teased him. He snapped his head around, glaring in your direction.

"Hey! That's - that's not - " Chris struggled through his sentence, every thrust of your hips jolting his body forward. "That's not funny," he finally managed to say, making eye contact with the camera before his jaw dropped, and a pretty sound escaped his lips.

You tilted the camcorder back down at Chris' perfectly shaped ass as you delivered a harsh smack, leaving behind a red hand print. He yelped in delight as you slammed into him over and over, his palm brushing against the tip of his dick as his strokes became faster and messier.

"Mommy, I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed, throwing his head back, arching his spine, and sending his hips back onto you. "Cum for mommy," you softly cooed in response. "Cum for the camera." A smirk tugged at the edge of you lip as Chris came undone for you, his cum spilling from his tip and soaking the sheets beneath the two of you as he finished.

"Good boy. That's it," you gently purred, slowing down your thrusts as Chris slumped over, cheeks flushed and chest heaving as he came down from the whole experience. He rolled over after you'd pulled out of him, a satisfied smile plastered on his face as he tried to look into the camera, fucked out of his mind.

"You did so good, baby," you aimed the camera at his spent cock and the mess he'd made on his abdomen as well as the spot on the bed next to him. He chuckled, covering himself with his hands and becoming a bit embarrassed about how into it he had been, being the star of the video.

"Okay. Kiss the camera, pretty boy," you teased him, shoving the lens into his face, very clearly poking fun at him and his brothers and their early YouTube days when Matt would kiss the camera as their outro. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, still catching his breath. He finally did as you said, raising his head, pressing his lips to the lens, and making a dramatic kissing sound before you ended the scene.

After you and Chris cleaned up and got dressed, the two of you sat at the edge of your bed and played it back. It was a cinematic masterpiece. The lighting was perfect. Chris' moans came through so distinctly, the microphone even picking up his soft pants and subtle tonality changes as he got closer. "Fuck. I know this was your idea, but I kind of want a copy," you smirked, staring down at the video and how pathetic Chris looked and sounded.

"Ah, I think having two of these floating around in existence is a little too risky for my taste," Chris responded, his cheeks turning pink as he grabbed the camera from you. "You can borrow it whenever you want, though," he teased you. "Oh, is that right?" You asked, raising your eyebrows at him before playfully tackling him and taking the camera back.

"Maybe I'll hold onto it, but you can borrow it whenever you want, though," you mocked him, repeating it in the same patronizing voice he'd used when he'd said it to you.

[sturnmeovr]

Sketchbook - Chris Sturniolo

Requested by @pineapplealpaca Pairings - bsf!Chris x bsf!Reader Warnings - Just some fluff 🥰 and strong language! W/c - 2043 Summary - You and Chris meet freshman year of high school. With the talent of drawing, he quickly becomes your muse. After winning an award senior year, he finally finds out what you've been hiding from him this whole time. A/n - Thanks for requesting! 💚 This is my first Chris piece, hope you guys like it!! Should be edited so let me know if you see any typos! All interactions are appreciated ❤️ Dividers and photos are not mine; all credit due to original owners. My requests are always open! Check out my masterlist for my recent pieces! Tags - @lvrsturniolo (sorry I forgot 😭 thank you for already liking!! If anyone else wants to be on my tag list, just let me know ❤️) Current Matt series - City of Love. Part two.

Freshman Year

You sit on the bleachers, letting your pencil scribble across your sketchpad. Spending most of your time here, waiting on your older brother to get done with football practice. You were always an artistic soul, so drawing and painting was something you held close to your heart, along with the boy you had been crushing on since seventh grade - Chris Sturniolo. 

Life was so much easier with him in it. He came around often, being one of your brother's best friends, but you also formed a bond with him since the two of you were the same age. Over time the friendly banter turned into flirty banter, and you found yourself swooning over him at every given chance. Sketching portraits of him in your sketchbook, which might as well be your secret diary. 

You watched as he danced around the football field, doing what he loved most. After practice is finished, he makes his way over to you. Chugging the contents of his water bottle before trying to sneak a peek at your sketchbook, “whatcha’ drawing there, Y/l/n?”

A blush immediately creeps to your face, and your clutch your sketchbook to your chest, “uh- nothing! Just random stuff, why?”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion, “just wondering, that’s all.”

Chris decided to leave it alone, but he knew he was lying when he said it didn’t spark his curiosity.

Sophomore Year

“C’mon let me see it,” your best friend, Chris, calls from the other side of your bedroom door. When you realized he had been snooping through your room, finding your hidden sketchbook in the process, you flipped shit on him. Snatching your sketchbook, your lifeline, and kicking him out. You run over to your closet, hiding it under a pile of junk you desperately needed to clean up. 

After successfully hiding your secret diary of a sketchbook, you rush over to the door that Chris was still knocking on, slinging it open. He stares at you, pushing you aside, and barging in your room. “It’s never that serious. Let me see that damn book,” he’s a bit agitated you’d keep it from him. There was no secret in your friendship with Chis, so hiding something this big was gut wrenching to him. He felt betrayed. He knew you didn’t want him to see it and that’s what made him want to even more. He had it a mission from that point on.

He needed to see what was in that damn book.

Junior Year

You let out an exaggerated sighed, clenching your sketchbook to your chest. Chris had you pinned on the couch in a battle over your precious sketchbook. Every time he saw it, he dove for it, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything other than Chris - the sketchbook bandit. 

“Chris, please,” practically begging as he stared you down. A smug smirk spread across his lips which were inches from yours. You didn't know what possessed him to go after your sketchbook every time he saw it, but he did. He would catch glimpses over your shoulder, making him more curious than ever. He knew you were drawing a portrait of somebody, but he didn’t know exactly who it was. Especially since you’d slam your book shut and hide it any time your senses told you he was near, his cologne being a dead give away.

“What’s the big deal, Y/n/n?” his tone was laced with playfulness. Knowing Chris too well, you knew he was just waiting for the right moment to rip the sketchbook from your grip. Being around him so much meant you were accustomed to his bullshit. Chris was a big goofball and the two of you got along great, aside from his never ending need to look in your book. He was determined to figure it out, and every time he failed, it ended in an argument. He could get anything he wanted from you, but you would never budge when it came to the sketchbook. 

At first, Chris thought you were afraid to show him your drawings, but when he begged to see one, making you rip a random drawing out and shove it towards him, he quickly realized that wasn’t the case. He just knew there was something, someone, in that book you didn’t want him to see.

Senior Year

The day was finally here - the art show. Your art teacher entered one of your paintings, and if you were honest, you weren’t completely okay with it. Only reason being, the portrait she entered was of your best friend, Chris. He had become your muse over the years. You were around him the most, so his face became easy to draw for you. The way his jawline curved when he turned his head to the side. The shape of his eyes and nose being more symmetrical than anyone you had ever drawn before. You couldn’t help it - when you looked at him, your pencil flew across the paper like magic. 

Chris was one of the most important people in your life. Even though you and Chris were just friends, you couldn’t help but get butterflies every time he looked at you, and that had been a feeling he gave you since the first day you met. You never knew if Chris felt the same way, and you weren’t the type to be straightforward, so you never brought it up. Chris was the complete opposite, being a little too blunt at times. It worried you if he didn’t feel the same way, he wouldn’t know how to let you down easily. This became one of your biggest fears over the years of knowing him, and one of the main reasons you kept it a secret. You were just grateful he was in your life on a day to day basis, crush or not. 

Luckily, Chris had a football game and couldn’t come to the event you were being awarded for. They had already announced the winners online last week, three of them - two other entries from different schools, and yourself. The only thing you had to do was get through your award winning speech and collect your certificate. Chris being disappointed he couldn’t call off the football game, you being upset you couldn’t attend his game. It was a coincidence in the worst way, but the two of you made plan to make up for it later in the week. In a way you were glad you didn’t have to confess to Chris the secret you had been hiding since freshman year. Knowing Chris, never thinking things through thoroughly before letting his words slip, you figured he’d think your portraits of him were weird. In a way, they were, you had been creepily letting your hand scribble across paper, drawing your best friend. 

Even worse, hiding it from him. For years. Maybe him not being here tonight wasn’t such a bad thing.

You bite your lip, and your gut churns as the host calls your name, “and for the second winner of tonight, Y/n Y/l/n, from Somerville High School!” 

You walk on stage, approaching the podium, and give the audience a big smile. This was one of the biggest achievements of your life, the feeling was euphoric for you. Letting your eyes scan the crowd, landing on your parents and brother. You notice Chris sitting next to your brother, your eyes widen, meeting his gaze, and you spin around to look at your winning portrait - a portrait of him. 

Chris stares at you with an unreadable expression plastered across his face. You couldn’t help wondering how he felt about discovering the secret you had been keeping from him the last four years. Was he mad? Did he even realize it was him? 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you take a step forwards and clear your throat, “I’d like to thank everyone who came out tonight, everyone who donated, and everyone who voted for my art piece. It means the world to me, standing in front of all of you today. I want to thank my family for supporting my dreams, and being here tonight,” you ramble on. Your stage fright disappears for a moment when your eyes land on Chris. A smile stretches across his face and he raises his eyebrows, like he’s telling you to continue. “And of course, I’d like to thank my best friend for being my muse,” your tone was laced with nervousness and passion all at the same time. Chris had inspired you without even knowing it. 

After you wrap up your speech, you enter the common room, chatting amongst the other winners. Various strangers of the art community approached you, congratulating you on your big win, and praising your masterpiece. You knew at the end of the night, you’d have to talk to Chris, and the anticipation boiled in your gut because of it. You didn’t know what you were going to say or how you were going to approach the situation, but you knew it had to be done. You just hoped it didn’t ruin your friendship in the process. 

“Pretty big secret, huh?” a voice from behind you snapps you out of your trance. Immediately recognizing that it’s Chris, you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the impact of his words. “I can see why you didn’t want me to know,” he continues, this time his voice is closer than before. You don’t say anything because, honestly, what the fuck do you say? 

An awkward smile pulls at your lips as you avoid eye contact with him, “I can’t believe you’ve been drawing me like one of your little french girls this whole time,” he playfully scoffs. His joke breaks the awkward tension being held between you two, making you let out a giggle. 

“Shut up,” you groan while running a hand through your hair. 

“Why?” Chris had always been one to tease you. Especially when it comes to your sketchbook so now that he knows what you had been drawing this whole time, he’s loving the hell out of it. 

“It’s not funny, Chris,” you groan, looking away as your face heats up a dark shade of red. He always had that effect on you, but it was even worse now.

“No, I mean why me?” he asks, his eyes searching your face like he’s trying to find the real answer. He already knows you won’t be completely honest with him, not when it comes to your drawings. 

“I don’t know,” you mumble under your breath, eyes fixated on your shoes. 

Chris reaches out to take your hand in his. The sudden contact makes you look at him, “you can tell me, Y/n.” 

Shaking your head, “I just think you have good bone structure,” you come up with the first lie you can think of, pulling your hand away, and walking to your portrait of him. You point to it, “your face is very symmetrical. It’s easy to draw!”

Technically, it wasn’t a lie. His face was easy to draw, but that was probably because you had drawn him so many times. It was familiar to you. It inspired you.

You felt bad about telling him a halfass truth, but your intuition told you his reaction wouldn’t be good, so you hid it the best you could. You watch as Chris’s eyes brows knit together, his lips forming a straight line. He stares at you for a second, keeping the hard expression etched on his face.

As soon as you think you’re out of the water, he does the unthinkable - reaching a hand out to your wrist, pulling you to him, and smashing his lips into yours. The unexpected kiss makes you freeze for a split second while his lips move against yours. Chris brings a hand up to your face, almost like he’s telling you to accept it. You do exactly what he wants, moving your lips against his, letting him take the lead because you were, obviously, a nervous wreck. 

The shock is still taking a toll on your mind, and body, as Chris pulls away. He looks at you with that same unreadable look, “you’re a bad fucking liar, Y/n.” 

[gilbertscurls]

practice makes perfect — chris sturniolo

You really should have known better by now.

The moment Chris's eyes lit up with that mischievous sparkle, you could feel it — the inevitable chaos brewing. And sure enough, before you could react, his arms scooped you up effortlessly, lifting you clean off the ground in a full bridal carry.

"Chris!" you squealed, instinctively clutching the front of his sweatshirt as he grinned down at you, unbothered by your flailing.

"What?" he said, feigning innocence. "You’re light."

You huffed, legs kicking slightly in the air as he started walking — steady and determined — down the hallway of his house, past the familiar scuff marks on the walls, past the photos where he and his brothers smiled in frozen moments of messy, perfect chaos.

"I don’t understand why we do this," you muttered, cheeks burning as you caught the knowing look Nick shot you from the couch. Great. Audience.

Chris just laughed, tightening his hold on you like he was carrying something precious. "It’s practice," he said simply.

"Practice?" you echoed, suspicious.

He nodded, all casual, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah. So when we get married, I’ll walk you through the door like a pro."

You blinked up at him, heart stuttering painfully in your chest. He said it so easily — when we get married, not if. Like it was a done deal. Like it was written somewhere in the stars and all you had to do was wait for it to happen.

The hallway blurred a little around the edges as you stared at him, wondering if he realized the way those simple words made your entire world tilt.

"You're serious," you breathed, half laughing, half wondering if you might cry.

Chris shrugged one shoulder, like it was no big deal — like carrying you across thresholds was just another Wednesday for him. But when he looked down at you, his smile softened into something quieter, something real.

"Of course I'm serious," he said. "You think I’m out here risking a hernia for just anybody?"

You giggled, a sound that spilled out of you before you could stop it. It was ridiculous. It was sweet. It was so perfectly him.

He shifted you slightly in his arms, like he could feel your heart beating wildly against his chest. "Gotta be ready for the big day, babe. Can’t have you thinking I don’t know what I’m doing."

"You know there are easier ways to practice," you teased, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of his hoodie, anchoring yourself to him.

Chris grinned, that boyish, sun-bright grin that made your knees weak even when they weren’t dangling in the air. "Yeah, but this way I get to hold you."

He stopped in front of the doorway to his room, shifting his stance a little, clearly preparing for something.

"Ready?" he asked, like this was a real ceremony and not just a boy being hopelessly, stupidly in love with you.

You nodded, feeling your throat tighten with something warm and dizzying.

Chris stepped through the doorway carefully, deliberately, carrying you over the threshold like it meant everything. Like it was a promise.

He didn't put you down right away. He just stood there for a moment, still holding you, forehead dropping down to rest against yours.

"You fit here," he whispered, barely audible. "With me."

Your heart practically burst in your chest.

And somehow, even in all the messy, ordinary moments — the teasing, the clumsy jokes, the carrying you through fake thresholds in borrowed houses — you knew:

He was right.

You fit.

You fit with him.

Always had.

Always would.

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[birlemsbae]

- the ‘special’ perfume

you had seen the ad's for it, you had seen it all over social media, you had seen it everywhere and you had become completely infatuated with it. the "pheromone perfume" had become so viral, that it was almost every video you saw. so you had to buy it.

see chris had no idea what was happening. when you told him you were buying something special, his mind went immediately to some lingerie you were going to surprise him with later.

when the package did finally arrive, you were grinning from ear to ear. unboxing it from its fragile packaging, you finally held it in your hands, thinking it's the best seven dollars you had ever spent

when date night finally came, it was a friday. chris had just gotten back from filming with his brothers and they all wanted to go out to dinner. he obviously told you, i mean cmon, your his girlfriend. chris almost bursted through the door and sprawled out all over the bed.

"hi to you too, chris." you giggled, surprised by his actions. he leans his head up and gives you a wave.

"hard day?" you decide you need more of an answer out of him.

"mhm." he mumbles through the comforter, but you could still her him bluntly. he finally picks his head up. "nick and matt were arguing and getting on my ass the entire fucking video," chris huffs, as he gets up to pace the room. "and now they wanna go to dinner to apologize."

your lifted a brow. "are you gonna go?"

"duh, i can never turn down some food." he makes his way over to you. "also hi my gorgeous, beautiful girlfriend. you look so pretty right now." he kisses your forehead.

"hi baby, so am i invited to this dinner?" you smiled, leaning in for a kiss.

"of course, ma, be ready in like 20, i'm hungry as fuck." he breathes out, taking off his shirt and finding a better one to put on.

you smile to yourself and go to put on a better outfit.

after what felt like 20 hours of getting ready, you finish and you decide to top it off with your newest purchase. the pheromone perfume.

you lather the roll of perfume on your neck, wrists, hands, arms, and down your thighs. you giggle to yourself, knowing how chris is gonna react. speaking of chris, here he is bursting through the door.

"hey, you ready?" he looks up from his phone and walks over to you.

"mhm." you slide a ring on your finger and clasp on your necklace. "lets go."

you get up from his gaming chair, heels tapping on the hardwood floor, and walk past him. he's looking down when you walk past him but as soon as he catches your scent, he's all over you.

"is that a new perfume your wearing?" he questions, you grin and tilt your head to the side. "no? the same one i've been wearing."

he walks over to you and shifts your hair so your neck is fully exposed to him. he takes one big wiff. "hey, i feel violated!" you laugh.

"definitely not the one i've smelled on you." he puts your hair back and hugs you.

"mm you smell so good, ma." he breathes on your neck and you try and push him off.

"thank you, now cmon can we eat now?"

you are currently sitting next to chris in the car. he has his head on your shoulder, basically in the crook of your neck, still breathing in your scent. "you smell so good, ma," he waves his hands at you so he can get more of the scent.

"what is that?" he questions. you shrug your shoulders in sarcasm.

"move to my lap." he demands. you look at him like he has said the most disrespectful shit in his life. he clears his throat. "can you please sit on my lap my precious beautiful girlfriend?"

you laugh, "cause you know fucking better." you move onto his lap and his arms go to your waist and his puts his head on your shoulder again.

at the resturant, he doesn't even bother to sit on the opposite side of you at first.

"chris go to that side, you know how i feel about couples sitting on the same side of the booth as others."he complains, but reluctantly agrees.

"you just smell so good, it's actually hurting my head a little." he chuckles.

after dinner, you guys both drove home and got ready for bed. washing your face and listening to music, you feel a pair of hands go to your hips. you look in the mirror and see the familiar face of your boyfriend.

"hi chris." you say flatly, being over to wash your face in the sink.

chris smirks and presses up against you. "hi ma,"

you look up from washing your face and put a towel on it to dry it. "i'll come cuddle in a bit  just need to finish-"

your cut off by chris turning you to face him and kissing you. the kiss didn't last very long. it was needy from chris and relaxed from your prespective. after you were done kissing, he breathes out. "come to bed now, you just smelt so good today, all for me, i gotta repay you somehow."

you laugh, "chris your insane."

"insane for you." and with that, and a slap on your ass, he's out the room, waiting for you so he can repay you.

a/n: let me know if anyone wants to be on the tag list for any of my other stories! 💖

[hannahsturniolo]

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Part 11 of baby daddy series!

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Summary: after having your baby girl, Matt’s family comes to visit you in the hospital to meet Charlotte.

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The morning after you gave birth to your baby girl, Charlotte, you were finally able to have visitors come meet her. Matt was so excited. he called Mary Lou, Jimmy, and his brothers Chris and Matt to come to the hospital. It meant the world to him to share this moment with his family.

As you lay in the hospital bed, Charlotte wrapped snuggly in your arms, Matt paced the room, phone in hand, talking to his mom. You watched as his voice started to shake and his eyes welled up with tears. He was just so in awe, completely overwhelmed by the fact that he was now a dad to a beautiful baby girl.

You had barely slept, you were in full-on mom mode. Exhausted, emotional, and completely overwhelmed in the best way. Even through the tiredness, all you wanted was to soak in every second with her. You were already obsessed, unable to take your eyes off your beautiful baby girl.

Matt had just gotten off the phone with his mom. He came and sat right beside you, the excitement in his face impossible to miss. He gently took Charlotte from your arms, holding her like the most precious thing in the world. He was just as obsessed as you were.

Leaning down, he kissed you softly on the forehead and said, “You should try to rest before my family gets here baby.” He meant it with so much love.

The moment you went into labor, Mary Lou and Jimmy caught the first flight out to LA. They stayed at the Sturniolo house with Chris and Nick, waiting anxiously for the call that she had arrived. Now, they were all beyond excited to finally come meet her.

You managed to drift off for a little while, finally catching some rest as Matt sat nearby, soaking in every second of baby cuddles with Charlotte. In the middle of your sleep, you heard a gentle knock at the door. You sat up quickly, rubbing your tired eyes, just in time to see Matt walk over to the hospital room door. Before opening it, he carefully placed Charlotte back in your arms.

As he opened the door, there stood his parents and his brothers, his mom holding a bouquet of flowers, all of them quietly buzzing with excitement. They all hugged Matt before walking over to you. They stepped in gently, their smiles wide, eyes already teary eyed.

Mary Lou was the first to rush over to the bed. Her face lit up with joy as she leaned down to hug you tightly, tears spilling from her eyes. “Congratulations,” she whispered, kissing your forehead. Then she looked down at Charlotte, completely overcome. “She’s beautiful,” she said through tears, unable to look away. She told you how much she loved you, and how happy she was that Matt had found someone so special to start a family with.

Jimmy followed close behind, pulling you into one of his signature big hugs. He had always been like a second dad to you. His voice cracked as he congratulated you, tears welling in his eyes. You reached out and gently touched his arm, smiling through your own tears.

Then Chris and Nick made their way over, their eyes locked on their tiny niece. You could see the emotion building in their faces too. It was their first time becoming uncles, and they were both overwhelmed, beaming with pride and love as they looked down at her.

Matt looked over at his mom with a soft smile and asked gently, “Do you want to hold her?”

Mary Lou lit up instantly, her face glowing with excitement as she nodded. She sat down in the chair beside your hospital bed, hands already reaching out with anticipation. Matt carefully took Charlotte from your arms and placed her into his mom’s.

She looked down at her granddaughter with so much love in her eyes. “She looks so much like Matt,” she said softly, smiling through tears. “She has his little nose.” For a moment, she was lost in memories, flashbacks of holding Matt when he was just a baby flooding her mind.

Then she looked over at you, her voice warm and full of emotion. “But she has your eyes,” she added. “She’s the perfect mix of you both.”

Everyone took turns holding Charlotte, each moment so special in its own way. But the one that tugged at your heart the most was seeing Uncle Chris with her in his arms. You had never seen Chris emotional before, he was usually the one cracking jokes or keeping things light. But in that moment, he was crying like a baby, completely overwhelmed.

There was so much love in his eyes as he looked down at his tiny niece. Then he looked up at you through his tears and said, “She’s so beautiful.” His voice cracked as he continued, “I can’t wait to watch her grow up, to be invited to tea parties with Matt,” he smiled, tearing up again. “I’m just so excited to be her uncle.”

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[itsnani07]

So, this is what I’ve been working on. Any tips on how to polish it better or any grammar corrections?:

Virginia, July 1996

The summers here in the holler were always thick and oppressive. As soon as Ty Deveraux stepped onto the porch, the morning heat and humidity began to stick to him like a second skin. It was barely 7:30 in the morning, and already, Ty was sweating, but he didn't mind. Early mornings here in the holler were always peaceful and quiet. The sounds of cicadas were loud, but oddly comforting, and the cooing from the morning doves that made their nests in the nearby trees always brought Ty at ease.

These were the moments that he enjoyed. Quiet. Calm. Not hearing the sounds of his brother's arguing or the constant snap of customers calling to get his attention whenever their order was wrong.

He went through the pockets of his jeans and pulled out a packet of Marlboros and matches. He lit one with a slow, quick drag across the matchbox, the tiny flame flickering in the morning light, the smoke curled into the air. Ty leaned against the porch railing, letting his elbows rest on the warming wood.

Somewhere down the road, a dog barked once and then went quiet.

He figured Aaron was probably curled up, still asleep, at his desk again; his head resting on top of his sketchbook as usual. Matt might’ve passed out on the couch again after partying with his band or wherever the hell he wanders off to at night. Ody—well, Ody never really slept right to begin with. The kid had been talking in his sleep again, muttering and whispering weird things that Ty couldn’t make out.

It wasn’t the first time he had talked about weird things in his sleep. When he was four, he used to mumble about the tall man in the woods. Ty, as well as their late parents, used to chalk it up to Ody being a strange kid and…yeah, Ody is an odd kid. Sensitive and intelligent for his own good.

Just the other night, after Ty came home from a graveyard shift from Ruby’s, he overheard Ody muttering in his sleep again. Something about roots, mouths, and music. What that boy dreams about, Ty wouldn’t know. It’s best not to try to ponder what goes on inside that kid’s head.

He flicked the ash off the end of the cigarette, watching it fall between the porch slats. He took another drag of his half-finished cigarette when his wristwatch began to beep. He checked his watch and groaned.

8:30 am.

He'd better get ready now if he doesn’t want to be late. Again.

He stubbed the rest of the cigarette on the porch railing and flicked the bud into the yard. If Momma were still alive, she’d have a fit. Not only did her precious baby boy picked up the habit of smoking when he was fourteen, but left the bud in the grass. He made a mental note to mow it sometime this weekend. Not that he had the time anyway. With his double shifts at Ruby’s and keeping his brothers from killing each other, there isn’t just enough time in the day.

He smiled to himself as he began to think about how his mother would react. She would’ve yelled about how it could’ve started a fire and burned the house down. Even worse, it’ll destroy her cluster of zinnias. She would’ve clucked her tongue and placed her hands on her hips before giving the look that most black southern mothers give.

Dad, on the other hand, would’ve brushed it off. Claimed that it wasn’t a big deal and that she was overreacting. But, he wouldn’t say it in front of her; he was bold, but not that bold. He would’ve pretended to scold him in front of her and then offered a better way to hide his smoking habit, telling him which brands were the smooths and how to hide the smell of smoke.

A small, sad smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and then faded once he realized what today was.

July 10.

Ten years today. A full decade since they’d died.

Nope. Can’t think about it, not today.

He opened the screen door, the hinges groaning, and he stepped back inside. Inside the house, it always smells like old wood, spice, and Aaron’s acrylic and oil paints. The morning light peeked through the kitchen windows, the dust motes swirling around in the light. The ceiling fan in the living room wobbled slightly as it spun, pushing out more heat than cool air. Matt most likely put it on the highest setting.

Speaking of Matt, Ty found his brother sprawled out on the couch, his long legs hanging over the couch’s arms. One arm was draped over his face to block out the light, and the other hung off the side. The living room reeked faintly of stale weed, sweat, beer, and whatever godawful cheap cologne Matt had on. An empty bag of chips and crumpled-up candy wrappers littered around where he was sleeping. His Doc Martens were tossed near the door, and his beat-up Walkman was tangled up in his headphone wires.

Ty shook his head.

“Matt,” He called, whispering his name.

“Matt.” He said again.

God, he hoped that he wasn’t hungover. Once Matt’s hungover, it’s hard to wake him up. Ty shook Matt’s shoulder.

“Matthew!” He said a little louder.

Matt groaned and swatted Ty’s hand away.

“I’m up, damn,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

“I’m working a double tonight, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m putting you in charge.”

Matt narrowed his eyes, giving Ty a skeptical look.

“Why?”

“I’ve already told you, I’m working a double today and Aaron has his art group at 4,” Ty explained, trying to hide his growing frustration in his voice.

Matt swung his legs off the couch and planted his feet on the floor, making Ty’s nose scrunch up at the smell of stale weed.

“Just make sure you don’t burn the house down and keep an eye on Ody for me,”

Matt began to stretch, the hem of his gray shirt riding up.

“Can’t the bands coming over later,”

Ty sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. God, why does Matt always gotta make things so difficult?

“Just watch him, please? You don’t gotta do much, just pop your head in now and then.”

Matt exhaled like it was the hardest thing he’d ever been asked to do, which to him, it probably was. Ty was starting to regret asking Matt to be in charge. He was debating on waking Aaron up and asking him to miss at least one meeting with his art group. Knowing Aaron, he’d rather die than miss his weekly group meetings.

“Fine,” Matt sighed.

Ty let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and let out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, seriously,”

“Yeah. Yeah, let me go back to sleeping off my hangover.”

Matt flopped back onto the couch and went back into his sleeping position. Ty made his way into the hallway and stopped at Aaron and Ody’s room door. The door was ajar, and Ty quietly pushed the door open with his foot.

He found Aaron hunched over his sketchbook, sitting under the window for light. His bed was made neatly, and he was still wearing his clothes from the night before.

“I’ll swing around 3:30 to pick you up, be ready.”

Aaron nodded as he continued sketching away in his sketchbook, the sounds of his pencil moving softly across the paper. Ty nodded in agreement and paused by the doorway, watching Ody’s chest rise and fall as he slept. Good. He’s okay. With one last glance, Ty closed the door gently, careful not to wake him up and ruin Aaron’s focus.

[thehazelmist]

so, thoughts on that aai2 ending?

(Spoilers for AA: Dual Destinies, Justice for all, Investigations 1 & 2. And also warning for super long passionate rant)

I think I would be here all day If I described everything I loved about It. But I will say that uh, I cried a lot. Mainly because of Eustace... And of course, seeing that my supposed precious cinnamon roll that I am addicted to drawing played me for a fool... For the third time... It's just always more unexpected than the last! First, the final defendant Matt Engarde. Then afterwards, I started suspecting every final defendant, even the ones I really didn't want to believe was true like Athena. And then, IT WAS THE WHOLESOME SILLY DETECTIVE?! How would I have ever thought of that? Or maybe I'm just a foolishly foolish fool. And finally, THE SECOND DEFENDANT? I wouldn't have thought anyone from the Berry Big Circus could ever be relevant to the overarching plot, AND be one of the most amazing Ace Attorney characters ever. I'm not kidding, after this Simeon became my number 1 favorite Ace Attorney character. He wasn't just unexpected, he was amazingly written. I'm so surprised the final culprit Quercus from Investigations 1 was just meh, but the second one Is legitimately perfect In my eyes. There was nothing that I ever even slightly had an Issue with. But also, despite how despicable he was. He Is another final culprit that seems to have a really tragic past. And because of Excelsius corrupting the law like he has, he felt like he couldn't turn to anyone so he decided to manipulate others to get revenge. Okay, I think I've rambled too much. But you might be asking, "Hey, why haven't I seen some new drawings yet?" Well, I'm sort of taking a break from drawing, since I want to do a couple of other things like play my Ace Attorney Miitopia file. And I want to make some parody AA stories with my brother as well. Because I've been way too addicted to drawing this clown and my back and wrist hurts because of It, and I'm trying so hard to restraint myself from drawing his evil look because It's so... so... just hear me out...

[c0la-queen]

Edd Headcanons | The Older Brother Friend

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Appearance:

My Edd has tan skin and fluffy brown hair. He's got light, scruffy facial hair but he shaves it every so often so it doesn't get too thick.

His eyes are a warm chocolate brown in my head, but because of his powers they sometimes glow green- in the dark or when he's angry.

Edd is the tallest of the crew in my timeline, a whopping 6'5. He rubs this in and will use his height as a weapon against the others. The type to send those "Send this to your short friend" to Tom and Reader.

I am a chubby Edd truther!!! My man is a big cuddly bear!! So warm and perfect for hugs and cuddles!!! But don't be mistaken, he is still fit. Probably the broadest of the group, with shoulders almost touching the door frame. And while his powers do help, Edd is still on of the physically strongest of the group- before he got his powers, he and Tord were equal in strength.

Has to wear glasses when reading or doing digital art, and to help his eyes they're blue light glasses. Has no piercings, but he does have a tattoo somewhere on his body. Won't tell anyone where or what it is. (Only person who knows is the person he made the bet with, which would be either his sister or Tom)

Family Life:

Has one of the most average family experiences.

His parents are happily married. They were always loving and doting and were objectively good parents.

He has one younger sister. They gave a good relationship, the two get along and still stay in touch even when he's moved out.

But, he also had his own struggles. Specifically during high school, he started feelings like his parents paid more attention to his younger sister's achievements than his. They never favored her or gave her better things than him. But he couldn't help but feel like she was seen as the more academic one compared to him.

Despite this, he didn't hold it against her or his parents. As he matured, he managed to fight through those thoughts.

Has his baby cat Ringo, the most precious thing in his life.

Personality:

Edd isn't the dad friend of the group. Edd is the older brother friend. He cares about the others and is considered as the "head" of the group. (Often likes to joke that he's the alpha male). But, he's not nurturing, he's a little bastard. He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, and can accidentally take it a little too far.

Steals people's things to piss them off. Not anything super important, and he always gives it back after a short while of teasing. If there's something his roommates don't want anyone touching, he'll usually respect that. (Susan is an exception)

Holds objects over other people's heads where they can't reach it. Reader and Tom are the usual victims of this, but if he wants to do it to Matt or Tord he'll float off the ground.

Has his head in the gutter all the time. The type of friend to hear the word "come" and turn to you with a stupid grin.

"That's what she said." "Deez nuts."

Although he's a bastard, he loves the others. He'll remind them to eat or drink water, drag the group outside when everyone's been inside too long, organize the weekend adventures or the game/movie night, and he cooks dinner most of the nights.

Fiercely protective of all the roommates, but specifically Reader. He isn't afraid to slap the fuck outta anyone who is insulting or threatening any of his people.

Loves playing Mario Kart and Mario Party because he can piss multiple people off at the same time while also winning the game.

Works as a commission artist and animator for a studio. He has a whole digital art setup on his desk in his room. While he still works all week like a normal job, he can set his own hours, take breaks whenever he wants, and is able to work completely from home. He just has to get his projects done by the deadline.

He likes Oreos :D just thinks they're tasty.

His favorite band is the Beatles! It's why he named his cat Ringo- he's loved the band since he was a little kid.

Smells like coffee and mint.

Enjoys watching Studio Ghibli movies with Reader. Especially likes My Neighbor Totoro, since its got the Cat Bus.

Has a big metal water bottle that he painted. I think he'd have an emerald green bottle and paint really detailed fir trees around it.

Has a PC setup for animation/digital art, an iPad for digital art, and a sketchbook for traditional art. Likes to dabble in several art mediums. His favorites are acrylic paint, watercolor, and charcoal.

Plays Pokemon games with the Reader during his breaks from drawing. He's an "all physical attacks, no status conditions" type of player. Prefers grass types but mains cat Pokemon.

Cuddle bug. Loves taking naps with Reader. Will fall asleep with her on the couch, on his bed, or on her bed. The perfect time to nap in his opinion is during rainy days.

Would love to get matching onesies with Reader if she asked him to. Proudly takes pictures with her while wearing them.

Lets Reader sit in his lap while he draws or plays games. Thinks its the cutest thing if she falls asleep in his lap.

Takes Reader with him while grocery shopping. But will trap her between his arms while pushing the cart to keep her from wandering.

Can be really intimidating when he's pissed.

Playlist (Based off My Spotify Playlist of Him):

Hollywood Undead

Childish Gambino

Joji

Rex Orange County

Jack Stauber

blink-182

The Weeknd

[beemoon17]

My Personal Fox Rankings

I saw @yourleftpinkytoe-blog do this and thought I'd give it a go! These are just my personal rankings and obviously I'd love to talk about why or hear about anyone else's.

Kevin Day (I relate to his mental health struggles and his need for perfection, he's giving gifted kid syndrome, autistic af)

Andrew Minyard (Devoted to his family, enforces his boundaries, relate to his mental health struggles, killing for his brother)

Neil Josten (Most of my love for him is because of his love for other characters, his loyalty and protectiveness over the family he found in the Foxes and his absolute devotion to respecting Andrew's boundaries)

David Wymack ("It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you." I think that covers all my reasoning)

Seth Gordon (We don't get to learn as much about him as the others but Seth hit me a lot harder than I've seen most people feel. He wanted to prove himself, he wanted to be better, he wanted to win. He's the what if. The almost. Every kid who couldn't be saved, Who gave up or was given up on a minute too soon. He was almost there. And then he was gone.)

Aaron Minyard (I have a weak spot for sibling relationships, killing for his brother, the urge to protect your siblings and to stay by your siblings side and at the same time wanting to prove you can be more or different or better than them, not understanding each other completely but knowing you stand and fall together always.)

Matt Boyd (100% projected every urge I've ever had to have a big brother onto him. The way he's always there on the Court to physically protect his teammates, he's big and strong and powerful, but off the Court he is kind and caring and gentle. He loves the Foxes and he has their backs. His relationship with Neil was everything.)

Nicky Hemmick (I loved his blatant and unavoidable queerness, for a character who has canonically been shammed and abused for his sexuality and coming from a world myself where I don't feel safe or brave enough to be unapologetically queer it's so beautiful to read. He took in the twins, he never gave up on them, never walked away. The twins weren't easy, not before the story started and not when we get to arrive in it, but he loves his family and he wants them to have better than he did, and that means something.)

Dan Wilds (Oh Captain my Captain. Dan is an amazing leader and my love for her comes from her devotion to her team. She is tough and she worked her ass off for the role she has, she's more than earned her share of respect. She believes in her team even after years of failing and bullshit.)

Betsy Dobson (The therapist we all dream of having. If Andrew could trust her I can't imagine anyone couldn't with enough time. She is a safe space and a constant, and clearly has patience for days with the twinyards as her clients. The fact that she provides hot chocolate is 100% a huge plus for me.)

Abby Winfield (Always there for the Foxes, whether that's patching them up, giving them a roof to sleep under, or cooking warm meals. She's a safe adult like Bee and Wymack and they are so very important and precious.)

Allison Reynolds (I love Allison, her being this low is NOT Allison hate, I simply did not connect with her as much as other characters, she is still dear to me, all of the Foxes are. She is devoted to the Foxes and found them somewhere safe to run off to and have some fun after shit went down. and even when the worst possible thing happens and she loses the man she loves she comes back ready to fight because she knows it's what he would've wanted.)

Renee Walker (Once again NOT Renee hate, all of those Foxes are dear to me. I had trouble with her "religious angel girl" attitude in a similar way to Neil, I just couldn't trust it. Renee is an amazing force within the Foxes, the bridge before Neil arrived, providing Andrew with an outlet and a friend, protecting the upperclassmen Foxes. I admire her for pulling herself out of darkness, even if I can't connect to the religious aspect, and I admire that she acknowledges and respects her old life, not burying it but not letting it control her future or her present day.

[braveclementine]

D.S. x E.M. x K.M. x Reader pt 4

Warnings: Angst

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters, nor any places in New Orleans or Mystic Falls that may be mentioned.

Elijah P.O.V.

The TV had been set up in the Salvatore Boarding house living room so that everyone could watch it. There was Damon's brother Stefan along with his girlfriend Elena who hated Y/N so I couldn't even be bothered to attempt to like her.

And then there was Caroline, Ric, and their twin girls. Bonnie and Enzo and our sisters Rebekah and Freya. Kol was here with Davina as well, and Marcel had accompanied Rebekah while, Vincent and Freya curled up together on the couch. Tyler and Matt were there as well, the annoying buggers. But Matt and Damon had a weird relationship and Tyler was sort've Klaus' one remaining hybrid so there was that.

[I've actually always shipped Freya with Vincent. Sorry for the Keelin shippers]

Meanwhile, Klaus was lounging on the couch, Damon's precious bourbon in one hand. Hope and Hayley were here too and I sat as far away from Hayley as possible. She had Jackson, I could not be bothered to deal with her infatuation with me as well.

Not that I would have engaged her had she not been with Jackson. I had Y/N and I didn't want anyone else.

I didn't mind sharing Y/N and neither did Klaus nor Damon. It was not something we were worried about. We were just lucky that she wanted all three of us.

We had watched the game show and Y/N had rocked it so far. The first round had been about sports and Kol had grinned the entire time because Y/N had gotten all her facts about sports from him. The second round had been history which made Alaric happy when she aced everything as he had been history teacher at the High school.

And the third round had been animals and we were all astounded by her random knowledge about animals because none of us even knew that she knew that stuff.

Now, she was in the top for the win and we waited as the timer ticked down dramatically for the final category.

Y/N was dressed lightly, as the yacht had been doing a southern tour. According to the tour map, it said they were off the coast of the Bahamas at the moment. Her jean shorts were high above her knees, the blue tank top accenting her skin nicely.

I loved her in blue, it was my favorite colour and she wore a lot of blue. It annoyed both Damon and Klaus who preferred purple and red respectively.

Finally, the timer reached zero and the category was revealed to be: Mystical Creatures.

Kol burst out laughing, "Oh she has this in the bag."

"Only if it lines up with what she's grown up learning." Freya pointed out, her head in Vincent's lap.

Marcel chuckled.

On screen, Y/N had tucked her lips in, trying not to smile. We could just make out Damon in the crowd, not bothering to cover up his smirk.

"Alright then," The announcer, a Mr. Laritate announced, pushing his glasses up on his face as he held up the first card. "The first question is about werewolves. Who created the first werewolves?"

Y/N hit her hand against the buzzer and everyone turned to her, "The witch Inadu as revenge against her tribe for killing her."

Damon smirked in the crowd while the answer was revealed on the board that she was correct.

"Told you." Kol muttered up front, wrapping his arm around Davina's shoulders.

The questions continued about vampires, werewolves, witches, sirens, heretics, and even a question or two about hybrids.

I could see however, as the questions continued, that Y/N seemed more nervous instead of confident.

"How would you keep a vampire down? A. Garlic B. Sleeping powder C. Vervain or D. Cloves" Mr. Laritate asked.

Y/N's eyes flicked from Damon to Mr. Laritate. She finally reached out hesitantly to answer and said, "C. Vervain."

She was- of course- correct.

She was leading by a thousand points, the other contestants looking frustrated.

"And the last question. . ." Mr. Laritate said, glancing up at the box where we supposed the people who put the questions up on the big screen were. "Out of these four pictures, which one is a hybrid?"

The pictures were up and Y/N took a step back from the podium while half of us rose to our feet. Mine, Marcel, Damon, and Klaus' pictures were up on the screen.

Klaus was on his feet in an instant, "This isn't good."

"No it's not." Marcel echoed.

Freya and Bonnie were across the room in an instant, digging out a map, candles, and a dagger.

"What are you doing?" Alaric asked.

"Tracking her." Freya said.

"Wait." I said, "Look."

Y/N refused to answer and as the shot was now showing the crowd, Damon was nowhere to be found.

"What?" Matt asked, on the edge of the couch. The tension between everyone was high now.

"In the crowd." Rebekah said.

Y/N's eyes darted between the others who were studying the pictures, trying to figure out how they were supposed to tell which one the hybrid was. Y/N stared at the podium, her fingers clenching on the wood.

"The yacht's been blocked by magic." Freya said. "They know."

We watched the camera without moving, all of us not breathing. Finally, Y/N reached out, touching the button.

"Miss Y/L/N?"

She swallowed hard and said, "B."

B was Marcel.

That was when they attacked. The gun shots went ringing out, the crowd screaming. Y/N jerked backwards, falling on her back as the bullets hit her. Damon was there in a flash, his wrist pressed to her mouth as he plucked the bullets out, not caring that this was going to be on live TV. The other contestants had been shot too, along with multiple others in the crowd.

And then, men masked in black where there and though Damon fought them off, one of them got his hands around Y/N's neck, snapping in on live TV. Klaus' bourbon glass shattered in his hand, his eyes turning mutinous.

I could feel my own body shaking, the urge to kill someone was immense. Damon's neck was snapped to and he fell in a lifeless heap beside Y/N. The cameras went black.

"Did that just happen on live TV?" Caroline asked, her body crouched in front of the girls so that they hadn't seen what had happened. "Are they insane?"

"Freya!" Klaus barked. "We need her location. NOW!"

"Nick, I'm trying." Freya said. "We both are." Davina and Vincent joined Bonnie and Freya's side.

~Twelve hours later~

It was the next morning and no one had left the house. Alaric, Caroline, and Hayley had laid the three girls in bed sometime last night.

Bonnie, Freya, Vincent, and Davina were all exhausted. Davina was half asleep in Kol's arms and Bonnie and Enzo were both fast asleep on the couch. Freya and Vincent were still up, mumbling about spells they might be able to try.

Alaric and Matt were getting weapons together, mostly crossbows and arrows for when we actually found Y/N and Damon.

"Dammit." Klaus growled, "One of us should've gone with her. Then she wouldn't be in this position."

"Would you not have fed her your blood to keep her alive?" Tyler shot.

"I meant about her dying afterwards." Klaus growled.

It was truly stupid of Tyler to goad Klaus right now and if he died, everyone would know that it was Tyler's own fault.

"She's just going to end up as a vampire." Tyler said with a bit of a shrug.

"Dude, you should shut up right now." Matt muttered.

Tyler scoffed, leaving the room.

At that moment, I got a text on my phone and I looked at it.

: 🇪🇲🇦🇮🇱. 🇼🇪🇧 🇱🇮🇳��

I frowned, not recognizing the laptop and I called over to Caroline, "You wouldn't happen to have a laptop, would you?"

"Yeah, it's in my bag on the bottom." She said, glancing over before turning back to Alaric.

I dug the laptop out, setting it on the table, sitting down, and opening it up. "Password?"

Caroline zoomed over, typed in a rather long password, and went back to Ric.

"What is it?" Marcel and Klaus came up behind me.

"I don't know." I said, going into an incognito tab, opening up my email. "I got an anonymous tip. . . I think. I'm not actually sure."

In my email was an email with a link attached to it which I opened.

"Oh." Marcel said, causing Freya and Vincent to look up and then patter over. Kol joined us too. "Aw man, not that guy."

"Lovely." I said bitterly.

Tristan De Martel, almost as old as our family. I clicked play on the video and it showed him smiling.

"Hello Elijah. If you're seeing this, it means we have your precious. . . whore? I'm not entirely what a girl who sleeps with three men several hundred years older than her could be called. But it does make her perfect for a little experiment."

At the word 'experiment', Enzo's head shot up and he zoomed over. I had heard that both he and Damon had undergone experimentation for years.

"You see, Aurora-" At this name, Klaus clenched his fists "-has been wanting. . . oh well that's a bit of a secret." Tristan smiled, fixing his suit before continuing, "Anyways, I'm sure the experiment will go well and if not. . . well she was just a human after all. You'll all move on. But I think it will work and she will be a vampire medical miracle. I'll keep in touch."

The video turned off and there was a ding as another email from the same link came on.

"Ric?" I asked, my voice hard.

Ric looked up. "Is it possible to track someone through email links?"

"I can do that." Matt suggested. I forwarded the email link to Donavan's email before opening up the new attachment. This was a video file and I clicked play hesitantly.

Klaus hand shattered the bourbon bottle at the sight. Y/N was chained in a room, a very small, padded room, half-way unconscious and obviously going through transition.

The camera zoomed in closer so we could see both Tristan and Y/N's faces.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N." Tristan said, kneeling before her.

Y/N focused on his face and muttered, "Hello Tristan."

Tristan cocked his head to the side and said, "I don't believe that we've met before."

"Nope, but I've heard about the real asshole Elijah wannabe."

Tristan's face hardened. "Excuse me?"

"Only someone from Elijah's blood line would wear a suit but I must say-" Y/N cocked a grin at him despite her own pain, "- no one wears a suit like Elijah does."

I shouldn't have felt happy with her words, I was worried sick after all, but this was the Y/N I knew and plus- she was saying my name.

Tristan snorted, "How do you feel?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Like a witch suspended my transition period to be even longer than normal. Where's Damon?"

"Somewhere, undergoing experimentation." Tristan said in a monotone voice.

Enzo clenched the table.

"And you want. . . what?" Y/N asked, shaking her head a little.

"Well you see, there are certain experiments and surgeries that my sister wants to undergo, but you see, I would never let her do that unless I was certain that it wasn't harmful to her. So, by using test subjects, I can guarantee her safety."

Y/N snorted, "You aren't a doctor, are you?"

"No, but I have doctors and witches working under me."

"No surgery is guaranteed." Y/N said. "It could work on one person and then not work on another."

Tristan had doubt flicker in his eyes and then asked, "Are you a doctor?"

"I'm training." Y/N lied with a serious face.

"Oh brother, come on." Aurora's voice filtered through the video and her bright red hair was there.

Y/N flicked her eyes up and then back at Tristan.

"So, do we know if it worked?" Aurora asked, kneeling down as well, her bright red hair swept over her shoulder.

"Not yet." Tristan said. "We won't know for a couple of months."

Aurora sighed, turning her gaze on Y/N, "I don't see why Klaus likes you."

Y/N snorted, "Must be the qualities you don't have."

I bit my lip to keep from smiling but Klaus seemed worried. Aurora was a vindictive bitch, but it seemed they needed Y/N alive. . . for now.

"Maybe." Aurora said, "Do you know Klaus favorite colour?"

"Red." Y/N replied without hesitation.

"Yes. Do you know why?"

Y/N hesitated now.

"What colour is my hair Y/N?" Aurora asked, taking Y/N's face in hand, jerking it upwards.

Y/N took in the vivid red of Aurora's hair while Niklaus gripped the dining room table hard in one hand.

"You see, I was the first woman Nik ever loved. And if Elijah hadn't compelled me, Nik and I would probably be together right now. And once I undergo the operation, he might still take me back. Nik isn't known for staying loyal to his lovers. They either die, he kills them, or he leaves them. I wonder which one you'll be."

"Freya." Klaus voice was hard. "I need her found now."

"And now there's also Elijah, also an original brother, and though he is a bit more loyal. . . well do you even know what he's doing right now?"

"Probably ironing his three piece suit." Y/N replied sarcastically. "How would I know what he's doing right now?"

"You see, they hosted a party last night to watch your win and Hayley was there."

I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

"Hayley?" Y/N asked hesitantly.

"Yes, and when everyone got tired, they crashed at the Salvatore Boarding house. Elijah and Hayley. . . well they may have shared a bed. But they were past lovers so can you really blame them?"

"Elijah, you didn't. . ." Rebekah said.

I shook my head, "I didn't sleep last night period."

"He's telling the truth." Hayley said softly, looking regretful that it didn't happen.

"No." Y/N replied stubbornly. "Elijah doesn't cheat-"

"Even the perfect men have their flaws and Hayley. . . well I'm the prettiest of them all of course but Hayley is fair as well."

The doubt was flickering in Y/N's eyes and I wanted to rip Aurora out of the screen and demolish her.

"Sister." I said bitingly, "For your first turn, you could've chosen someone much classier."

"How was I to know she would turn out to be a vindictive bitch." Rebekah replied bitingly.

"And last but not least, Damon." Aurora said, smoothing Y/N's H/C hair back from her face. Y/N tried jerking away from her touch, hurt in her eyes, but she couldn't get away. "But I think you already know about him and Elena."

Yes, that one was very obvious. Sure, they hadn't been together, but it was obvious that Damon and Elena had had chemistry, and that there was still a love between them, even if they didn't act on it.

"You might be pretty. . . in your own way." Aurora said with a smirk. "And I certainly know a handsome guy who went through the surgery as well and would love to have you, but you aren't Elena or Katherina's doppelganger either."

"Why, did you just call me handsome Aurora?" A third voice floated through and Klaus slumped in his seat.

Lucien Castle walked into the room. "Well hello there gorgeous." He winked at Y/N who raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"And who are you?"

"You mean Klaus has never talked about me? His first sire?"

"Oh." Y/N said. "Logan. No wait. . . Leo! No. . ."

"It's Lucien." Lucien said bitingly.

"Found her." Freya's exhausted voice broke through the tense silence as everyone in the room had been listening to the video.

Our heads whipped around to face her. "She's in the Caribbean's. I have an exact location."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Klaus growled, getting to his feet. "Let's go." 

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[caveofwanderers]

BLAZBLUE OC SQUAD, MY BELOVED! Alright, for the entire Maragi family; if they were given Arcade routes in any of the games... who would their story encounters be??? ((Big ask, so feel free to break up answer as needed ❤))

Considering I went on a tangent before w/ his Act 1, I'll start with the siblings' respective Act 1's, before getting to Act 2 +3 for them and Mason!

Act 1: Phantom of Labyrinth

Matt and Caliber's respective act 1's do start at stage 3 with them dueling each other. Both of them surmise that through phenomena intervention, they both were sent to the past with no idea when they were sent. After they spar, they both proceed to split up and get an idea of where they are/what they can do.

This is where their paths diverge, as Matt decides to pursue outliers that might not be connected to their background/heritage. Having run into Lambda. Lambda almost confuses him for Ragna (due to his Azure), but understandably is corrected. Before long, they're at a standstill. Kokonoe chimes in and asks Lambda what is even happening, before trying to question Matt (who she believes is his father Mason) for why he's attacking Lambda.

Amidst the confusion, Matt tries to ask where, or more accurately 'when' they are, but their conversation is interrupted when Tsubaki enters the scene. Matt offers to buy Lambda (and Kokonoe) time to escape as he holds off Tsubaki. Before long, as he's on the backfoot, Tsubaki's called away by urgent matters regarding Ragna.

Post-Stage 7 Scene Excerpt

"So what's your story, you said when when you asked where we were." "I'm... This is gonna be convoluted but, I'm from the future." "The future huh? Just stand back if this isn't your time, butterfly effect is still one hell of a bitch."

Kokonoe, believing this to be an effect of the Embryo, does buy Matt's story, offering some assistance but insisting he stand down to avoid re-writing the timeline.

Before the conversation continued, the signal dies as Matt's warped to Nine's domain. Deeming him and his sister both 'a light flung from the furthest future', and thus an unforeseen possibility in the grand scheme of things, before beckoning him to fight.

Afterwards, the fight's surprisingly still going. Matt wields an azure much different than the grimoire Ragna has, finding it curious. Matt scoffs, based on its origins compared to the true Azure Grimoire. Desiring nothing but the mere power to protect what is precious to him. Which leads to Nine's usual challenge of 'face Izanami for your wish'

As for Caliber's Act 1, after departing from her brother. Caliber decided to take the more straightforward 'fight hard and punch through every wall' approach. She's a headstrong one as her second encounter would lead to facing Rachel, who had taken notice of the unknown 'actors' upon the stage.

Caliber would take that as a compliment, before noting that if she knows her stuff, she could possibly help them find a way home, right? Of course, Rachel's none too shy to be herself about it, deeming it unwise for an observer to interfere in a future-dweller's affairs. Offering a battle in lieu of conversation.

However, Caliber is spotted by Naoto Kurogane, who believes it was a whole misunderstanding given he was dealing with trying to find Raquel. Rachel quickly disappears before answering any questions, and the two clash. Surprisingly, Naoto is on the backfoot as Caliber's able to claim the advantage.

Post-Stage 7 Cutscene Excerpt

"Wait, you're not from this world?" "And you're from the future?!" "...Honestly this was not what I expected today."

Caliber and Naoto surprisingly make fast friends of each other based on their respective circumstances before they depart. Though phenomena intervention has second thoughts as Caliber gets dragged to Nine's domain.

Caliber is the first of the Maragi trio to recognize Nine for who she is, which impresses the sage. But comments that flattery won't get her going without a fight.

Post-Stage 8 Excerpt

"My only desire is to fight not to defeat the strong, but defend the helpless. I'm not so bullheaded to let myself be consumed by that." "If that is your desire, then do as I told your brother, face Izanami before the day of reckoning."

The idea that Matt had fought her before Caliber was a surprise to the elder sibling. Opting to make a note to find him and discuss what they know.

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Ruby and Blush for OC ask game + any character(s) that speak to you :)

....okay, I'm just gonna step outside of the Coinless Universe for a small moment, since I'm working on ot3 Matt/Skull/Billy and need a reason to focus on this particular headspace for a spell.

RUBY:

Matt: In the grand scheme of things, while Matt often presents as wrongheaded or entirely focused on what he's doing and feeling at any given time, his heart and protective instincts will always encompass two things in a crisis. The first is his family--especially his little sister, who knew something was off much the way Zack did when Matt was replaced with a Putty, and got him through the worst of his dissociation when he got back from the moon. The second are his friends that also happen to be, through some true kind of life being stranger than fiction type fuckery, his lovers. While he might have been friends with Billy first, and his brain finds him the most valuable in a warzone or a place and time where he has no idea what he's doing, his instincts (be it his own, or the Green Dragon baked into his bones from the Power) tell him that Skull is the most precious...probably because he's seen him naked and almost has an aneurysm if he so much as trips or runs into a door. Or stick him into a bundle of blankets in a closet nine times out of ten.

Billy: The most valuable thing in the universe, to Billy, of course, will always be intellect and ingenuity. He's a Blue Ranger, and has been since he was just starting the way into proper puberty (thanks for that Zordon; not like that's going to cause issues down the line, but whatever) and was led into believing this even more so when he started working with Grace and Terona as something of a missing balance that the two have needed since their one and only time in Ranger suits. But the most precious thing is his team. It makes him feel a little ashamed when and if he has to say it out loud, but it's part and parcel of becoming a Ranger so young. When a problem hits the earth, be it by monsters, catastrophe, weather assaults, or aliens, his first thoughts always lead to his team, contacting them, constructing line of sight, making sure they're on the same level to get things done. And only after that does he think of his parents, then his lovers, then his other friends, then his colleagues. And it makes him feel like shit, but both Matt and Skull have assured him that it's okay. It's who he is and how can they hate a part of him when they love the whole of him?

Skull: His family have basically hated him since the day his was born (his brother tried, but he had his own problems and only sort of kind of vaguely cared about the little shrimp in that kind of way in that they're brothers and so he has to) and most teachers and authority figures in his life tend to forget about him as soon as he's out of sight. In the beginning, when he was finding his place into being a person without also being as big of an asshole as his father or a snake like his mother or just kind of unpleasant like his brother, he thought the most valuable thing in the world was being friends with Billy. Not just because he was a great guy, but because he didn't seem to know that Skull was poor white trash and not at all worth his time. The Cranstons were nice to him and Skull appreciated Billy and his family for the soft feeling they produced in his chest from day one. But then Billy branched out to other kids, though camp, through school, through connections with people that could bring him up in the world, and that went away and brought in this look and the way he began acting around Skull that spoke of shame and embarrassment and leaving him behind without realizing he was even doing anything wrong. Bulk's friendship became the most valuable thing given that he found the scrawny, abandoned little thing and picked up the pieces, while also sort of teaching Billy a lesson in bullying him, most often when Billy and Skull had an interaction that he didn't like or when Billy seemed to be getting too big for his britches. Which, while wrong, did actually do kind of a good job of teaching Skull not to let people get away with believing they were better than him just because of his background, and kind of gave Billy a lesson in hubris. Bulk becoming something to believe in, valuable like a family god or patron saint.

But the most precious thing to Skull is the safety of those he considers to be a part of his life that he wouldn't want to lose. As he gets older and the attacks on Angel Grove continue on and on and on, monsters and aliens and false friends and friends turned enemies against their will, he cares significantly less about himself and more about the people that cared enough about him, even for a day, and their well-being. His own safety and health almost always take a backseat to that.

BLUSH:

Matt: Someone nearly touching his face. Someone training with him one on one, getting up close and personal, and seemingly not minding being in his personal space. Someone almost but not quite touching him when walking in a group, shoulders inches apart. It's not the touch itself that gets to him much; it's the space and moments between where he riles himself up. Like a lizard with cold blood sensing heat just out of touch.

Billy: When he realizes he's diverged entirely into intellectual tech-speak and yet, the person that has no technological awareness has stuck around just to give him a sort of fond look that promises that they were listening and paying attention and trying to keep up, but were obviously more interested in how excited Billy got than anything else. And also seeing someone's little often unseen slips of skin when they stretch too far and their shirt rides up, or they roll their shirt sleeves or ride up their pant legs to adjust socks. Like some Victorian maiden in a Jane Austen novel.

Skull: Anyone complimenting him in a way that is not obvious platitudes or sarcasm. He doesn't really think he's good at anything, so this follows very obviously from that. Also being fed. Just giving him food out of the blue for no reason.

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Colli plays paint ball with his siblings and friends

Greetings! Thank you for the request!

I apologize for not writing it earlier, my dear anon. I had a very... eventful day.

Drabble: Paintball

It was a sunny day on the Boiling Isles as a certain small starboy with otherwordly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold, along with his beloved big siblings and his friends, played the Demon Realm version of paintball.

Colli had a bright smile on his adorable multi-colored face the whole time. Hunter was determined to protect his beloved little brother at any cost. The young Grimwalker's magenta eyes were filled with endless love and adoration for him.

King, Luz, Vee, Gus, Willow, Amity, Emira, Edric, Steve, Matt, Viney, Skara, Boscha, Jerbo and Barcus knew how much Colli and Hunter loved and adored each other. The girls were cooing about their unbreakable bond and unconditional brotherly love.

As for the boys, they couldn't help but smile as Hunter took softly Colli's small hand. The kindhearted eternal little boy happily intertwined his fingers with Hunter's. The blonde boy kissed lovingly Colli's freckled cheek.

As soon as Edric was about to shoot Hunter with paint, Colli used his magic to create an barrier around his precious big brother. The immortal celestial boy was just as protective of Hunter as the former Golden Guard was of him.

The End

[phone4pills]

HERE LITTLE HEART dad!Chris x busy!Reader

illness, no smut, mostly Chris and the kid

Chris pulled the thermometer out of your daughter’s mouth while you sat on the edge of her bed, stroking her face and moving her hair off her damp forehead. The corners of his lips dropped before he read out the temperature displayed on the title screen. “102°F.”

He glanced at his little girl in the bed as raspy breaths racked her throat, chest heaving and all. Her big eyes stared right back at those of her father, squinting to seek comfort in the aqua blue colour. But the dim lighting in the room made it harder for her make out the familiar colour.

Her little pout gave away everything about her situation. She clearly wasn’t feeling well. You’d been hoping against this, especially considering you had somewhere to be. Chris knew this and his eyes told you he wanted to speak to you.

The two of you left the room, standing just outside the doorway after giving your daughter some medicine and putting her to sleep. You rubbed your arm nervously, unsure what to do. But Chris’ lips found yours in a soft embrace to help you relax.

A few seconds passed and he pulled away, face still close to yours. “I’ll take care of her, ma. You should go do what y’need to.”

After you’d left, Chris got to some work on his laptop. He didn’t tell you that he had cancelled one of his meetings with his team because it wasn’t as important to him as taking care of his kid. And he despised seeing you worried, the way your breathing would pick up ever so slightly. Only enough for him to notice but it was there. The way your brows would furrow and ever sentence you’d say was a little faster.

Nervertheless, he did as much as he could do from home, making sure to stay in contact with his team and brothers. Because he was surrounded by so many trusted people, he knew they’d give him the day off if his daughter was the cost.

As he was typing away, Chris heard a shuffle from his little girl’s room. When he peered in that direction she had waddled down the hall into the living room where he was. Her hair was messy and her eyes were glossed over and puffy with tiredness. She had her stuffed toy in one hand, her blanket held in her underarm as she groaned and made her way over to her dad.

He smiled softly, reaching out to lift her onto his free lap. She huffed, letting her head fall on his chest. “M’sorry, flower.” He whispered, hating the sight of his little princess so ill.

Her warm breaths fanned over his shirt, soft hair rubbing against the fabric. He stroked her cheeks, kneading and caressing the chubby skin. She was like a doll, so young and precious. The girl was still pretty warm in his arms, Chris couldn’t do much about that considering she’d already taken medicine by he felt upset.

After dozing off in his embrace, she slept peacefully with her dad. Chris had to join a FaceTime with his brothers to talk about upcoming videos. When he joined, he lowered the volume on his phone.

Matt and Nick instantly noticed the kid laying on his and grinned. “Is she asleep?” Nick pondered. Chris gave a quick nod, glancing at his baby girl. The pink flush in her face made her look adorable, as much as it meant she wasn’t doing so good. “Poor girl.” Matt said, offering to call back later afterwards. Chris decided it was a good idea and left the call.

He sighed, staring down, wondering what he was going to do with the child on his lap. He slowly stood up, holding her under the knees and behind her back. Chris walked into your shared bedroom and untucked the blanket, laying her on the cushioned mattress. Immediately, she sunk into the thick bed.

After turning the light off, Chris got in the bed next to her, positioning the minuscule body ontop of his so her vanilla-scented curls tickled his neck ever so slightly and her little heart beat against his own. A little faster, but almost synced. Before he knew it, he dozed off.

When you got home from your errands, you were as quiet as possible, looking around for your husband. Finding him all cozied up with your creation warmed your heart as you made your way around to their side of the bed and kissed both of them on the head.

Then you made sure they were tucked in properly and took a quick picture on your phone, starting on dinner in the kitchen shortly after.

Another dad!Chris fic. These Chris fics are coming like Uber Eats because this app needs to know my man the way I know him. How some of you guys fuck with my shitty Matt fics more than this kind of this is beyond me, but anyways… Go to my MASTERLIST and give Chris some love!

- ©phone4pills

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Jeff Buckley: Mystery White Boy (Columbia)

Dave DiMartino, MOJO, June 2000

Posthumous collection of live tracks culled from the singer's '95-'96 Mystery White Boy tour. Released in tandem with 1995 concert video filmed in Chicago.

MYSTERY WHITE BOY is by no means too little, but it is very much too late. A live package bearing the air of intent – to capture a young artist just beginning his too-brief flight, to cement a late singer's reputation as one of the last decade's potential artistic giants, may be both – it too often displays what is simply not there. And that, sad to say, would be a talent as large and far-reaching as his father's.

It's embarrassing to admit, but my sole encounter with the son of Tim Buckley did not showcase me at my most critically acute: midway through his set, in a small theatre in Hollywood, I sat watching him sing most of the songs from Grace and – well, there's no other way to put it – I fell asleep. As one whose profession has involuntarily placed him in auditoriums watching full sets from the likes of Hootie & The Blow Fish, Krokus and Michael Bolton and never shutting a weary eye, I can only shrug and attempt to rationalise why. And I blame my lack of fervour regarding Jeff Buckley on a) my age and b) his genetics.

Genetics first, please. Though precious few escape it – Rufus Wainwright alone comes to mind at the moment – there is an infamous tradition of which Frank Sinatra Jr, Julian Lennon and a growing army of newcomers like Chris Stills are painfully aware: singing sons sound like singing fathers. And while there are indeed patches on Mystery White Boy where Buckley's aggressive yelping sounds less like his father's and more like a cross between Robert Plant's and (God help him) Perry Farrell's, these sections come less often than they would have to signify any sort of unique vocal talent. Midway through album opener 'Dream Brother' one can hear such a yelp, and it momentarily startles – until one thinks a) he would've ruined his voice if he kept singing like that, and b) his father did this sort of thing so much less self-consciously on Starsailor. Even more troublesome for one apparently intent on not following his father's footsteps: the song itself must of course be related to 'Dream Letter', Tim Buckley's extremely moving Happy/Sad track – addressed to a former lover regarding the son they conceived that he would rarely see.

What I remember most from that night in my plush chair in Hollywood was watching a young man conspicuously caught between the clichéd rock and a hard place. When he sang in his natural, high voice, he could not help but sound like the fresh-faced father-to-be who recorded the likes of 'I Can't See You' and 'Aren't You The Girl' in 1966. And when he attempted the vocalese at which his father excelled, perhaps more than any other pop singer of his generation, he was too nasal, lacking the deep bass that would make such songs as 'Lorca' so eerie, sounding forced and not quite there when trying for the chimplike vocal acrobatics that seared throughout Starsailor.

Much of what I saw then is what I hear now on Mystery White Boy,though it must be said that the bands sounds better than I recall – guitarist/ producer Michael Tighe burns throughout, thankfully (for Buckley's sake, if not ours) not sounding like Tim Buckley's long-time cohort Lee Underwood, while the rhythm section of bassist Mick Grandahl and drummer Matt Johnson provides thump-solid bottom on nearly every song. Still, rather than displaying a young singer at the height of his powers, most of this album focuses your attention elsewhere – via the cover versions, on better writers like Leonard Cohen, Big Star or Morrissey/Marr. Not to mention 'The Man That Got Away', once sung by Judy Garland – whose singing daughter, need I add, is not irrelevant here either. And were it possible to forget that Jeff Buckley's father ever existed, such songs as the newly unveiled 'What Will You Say' bear lyrics that make forgetting exceedingly difficult: "Father, do you hear me? Do you know me? Do you even care?"

In the end, fully enjoying the art of Jeff Buckley may simply be a matter of age. Those who have never enjoyed the legacy of his father – never watched his career soar, crash and burn, in real time and not via a stack of CD reissues – can hear the younger singer in ways in which I will never be able. Which is not a bad thing. Because, frankly, along time ago, if someone had pulled out a copy of Fred Neil's Sessions and played it for me, maybe I wouldn't have spent that better part of my adolescence raving about the unadulterated genius and uniqueness of Tim Buckley. And maybe, once again, I would have missed something.

© Dave DiMartino, 2000

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Thursday Thrills: Summer Festival Extravaganza Starts Today!

July is here, and the festival season is in full swing! From music festivals to food festivals to cultural celebrations, there's something for everyone to enjoy this month. So step out into the sunshine, embrace the warm weather, and let the magic of July take you on a journey of discovery. Big Love Festival 14 – 16 July Big Love Festival is an independent music festival held in the beautiful hills of the Welsh Valleys. The festival is known for its eclectic lineup of live dance music, woodland discos, circus & cabaret, and street food. This year's lineup features some of the biggest names in electronic music, including DJ Marky ft LowQui, DJ Yoda, A-Skillz, The Orb, The Skints, and CVC. There will also be performances from Mad Apple Circus, Midnight Zu, Johnny Cage & The Voodoo Groove, Katalyst b2b Ransom, Natty Lou, Double A Side, Gene On Earth, Marc Parsons, Matt Owen, Tom Auton & Bottlebreakers, and Banshi. In addition to the music, Big Love Festival also offers a variety of other activities, such as yoga, workshops, and a silent disco. There is also a dedicated children's area, making Big Love Festival a great family-friendly event. If you're looking for a weekend of independent music, love, and laughter, then Big Love Festival is the perfect place for you. Tickets are on sale now, so don't miss out!Tickets & More Info> biglovefestival.co.uk Funk Up The Farm 14 – 17 July Back to the Future is a 3-day drum & bass rave festival in Kentisbury, North Devon. With a capacity of just 1,000 people, it's a small festival with a big heart. The lineup is stacked with some of the biggest names in the scene, and there will be no massive queues or walking for miles. Just three days of pure unadulterated rave. In addition to the music, Back to the Future will also have a variety of other activities, such as workshops, yoga, and a silent disco. There will also be a dedicated children's area, making Back to the Future a great family-friendly event. So if you're looking for a weekend of dancing, fun, and good vibes, then Back to the Future is the festival for you. Tickets are on sale now, so don't miss out!Tickets & More Info> funkupthefarm.com Soul Sessions Festival 15 July Soul Sessions Festival is a one-day dance party in the beautiful surroundings of Colesdale Farm in Hertfordshire. The festival is family-friendly and features a lineup of over forty artists playing house, tribal/soulful house, amapiano, and UK garage. The lineup for this year's festival is incredible, featuring some of the biggest names in the soul scene, such as Booker T, David Bailey, Groove Assassin, Kismet, Mark Radford, Masterstepz, Neil Pierce, DJ Spoony, Supa D Feat Cold Steps, Sy Sez, Wookie, Angie B, Antony Ranz, Buzzard, Carlos Aries, CKP, Mc Fro, Gemini, Gavin Peters, Lady T, Love Precious, Missfly, N:Fostell, Knowledge, Noushii D, Nse, Onyx Stone, Owen James, Paul Fist Funk, Petchy, Petite, Pivotal The Wizard, Secret Agent, Mc Snoops, Solly Brown, Teaser, Terminal 4, Tippa, Ubiquity, Wesley Jay, Wigman, and Dj Zigz. If you're looking for a day of dancing, fun, and good vibes, then Soul Sessions Festival is the perfect place for you. Tickets are on sale now, so don't miss out! Tickets & More Info> wearesoulsessions.com Beat-Herder 13 – 16 July Beat-Herder Festival is a popular music festival held in the Ribble Valley, Lancashire, England. It has been running since 2006 and has grown in popularity over the years, with a capacity of over 20,000 people in 2023. The festival has a diverse lineup of music artists, including Alison Goldfrapp, Bad Boy Chiller Crew, Bcuc, Cloonee, Confidence Man, Sarah Story, Dub Pistols, Stanton Warriors, Eats Everything, Ewan Mcvicar, Friction, Gardna, Gerd Janson, Hannah Laing, Have Mercy Las Vegas, Horace Andy & The Dub Asante Band, Seb Fontaine, Tall Paul, John Haycock, Jungle Brothers, Lf System, Pendulum, Peter Hook & The Light, K-Klass, Mr. Scruff, Bad, Skream, State Of Satta, Venbee, Wilkinson, and many more. In addition to the music, Beat-Herder Festival also has a variety of other activities, such as workshops, circus performances, and a silent disco. There is also a dedicated children's area, making Beat-Herder Festival a great family-friendly event. If you're looking for a weekend of music, fun, and good vibes, then Beat-Herder Festival is the perfect place for you. Tickets are on sale now, so don't miss out! Tickets & More Info> beatherder.co.uk Read the full article