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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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Paralles | Chapter 10

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Characters: OC! Violet Grace Dawson, Luke Patterson, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson, Bobby Wilson, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Flynn nolastname, Willie nolastname, Nick Danforth-Evans, Dirty Candy

Guideline: Sunset Universe is the universe in which Sunset Curve is famous and Violet is friends with Carrie, Julie and Flynn. Candy Universe is the universe in which Dirty Candy is more famous and Sunset Curve has broken up.

Song(s) used: Boy Bye - Emma Bale

Warnings: I wrote this after watching Ginny and Georgia, so.... I added Marcus Baker as a character don’t @ me. Minor anxiety.

Words: 4,231

The second Violet woke up the day after her date with Luke, her phone started ringing. Glancing down at the screen, Carrie’s picture smiled back at her. Violet chuckled, not surprised that the girl was FaceTiming her at this moment and immediately picked up.

Before Violet could even greet her best friend, the blonde girl attacked her with the important question. “How was it? Tell me everything!”

Violet chuckled as she sat down on her bed with the phone angled in front of her. “It was so amazing! He took me to this fancy Italian restaurant called “Figurati Italia”, which I’m pretty sure means “Imagine Italy”.” She sounded dreamy and resembled a lovesick puppy. It scared Carrie a little as the girl droned on and on about how chivalrous and amazing Luke had been on the date.

“He did say something about a blind date you guys had set us up on…” Violet continued after minutes of dream-talk about the date. “What’s that about?”

Carrie swallowed harshly. Being reminded of that mistake made the guilt well up in her stomach. “That was – uhm…” She searched her brain for the right words. “Violet – other Violet – was so in love with Luke and the boys knew Luke had a minor crush on Violet too, or at least they thought he did. So, we set them up on a date, before the whole Sunset Curve thing blew up. When they realized what we had done, Luke kinda laughed in her face and told her he’d never date her…”

Violet’s jaw dropped. “What an asshole!” she snarled. “And you let me go out with him?!”

“I’m sorry, Vi! But this is different, this is – this is to get you back!”

Violet chuckled, her second of anger switching out into worry. “And what if that’s not how we get me back?”

“Then we’re just gonna have to find another way and in the meanwhile, get you used to this universe?” Carrie suggested. Her stomach felt weird in that moment, like a bad omen, a foreboding that something terrible was going to happen.

The brunette girl nodded her head slowly, trying to wrap her mind around the idea of being here. Forever. She wasn’t the Violet that used to live here. She was nothing like her. Or at least, she didn’t think she was, judging from the stories she’d heard. People would notice, at some point that she wasn’t who they knew her to be. There had to be a way to mislead them. To learn to be the Violet they knew.

“Do you know if Violet had some sort of diary? Just so I can get a sense of what she was like, how her brain worked and stuff?”

Carrie pondered over it for a moment. “She did have this songbook she used to write her songs and thoughts into? I believe she hid it in her nightstand.”

Violet immediately dove towards the white nightstand and opened the first drawer, finding a bright blue fake leather notebook with ‘VGD’ embossed in gold on the front.

“I found it…”

Curiosity rose within both girls. Carrie had never been allowed to look into that unless it was a song Violet was willing to share. Though she knew there was more in there than she was allowed to see. Violet’s biggest secrets, her deepest thoughts. They were all stored in there and now, the girls were granted a free pass into Violet’s mind.

“What’s in it?” Carrie asked.

“Songs, mostly,” Violet replied as she browsed through the notebook. She halted at a song titled ‘Homesick’ and as her eyes scanned the lyrics, she could feel every single feeling her parallel self was feeling in that moment. Her eyes halted at the date that was scribbled at the very top of the page. “Care… Around what time did you set her up with Luke on that blind date?”

“Uhm…” Carrie hummed as she pondered about the question. “I’d say around March 2018 or something.”

Violet’s heart dropped. “Huh…”

“What?” Carrie asked.

“I think Violet may have written a song about him,” she mumbled, but Carrie heard her, loud and clear. “It’s kinda heartbreaking…” Her fingers traced over the stains of run-out ink. Violet had been crying while writing this song. “Luke’s an asshole…”

“That’s no news,” Carrie scoffed.

Violet stared at the paper while the gears in her brain started doing their work. “He needs to pay for what he did… He needs to pay for breaking that poor girl’s heart.”

“And how are you gonna do that? He’s so self-absorbed and obsessed with his fame, he won’t even notice you’re trying to make him pay for what he did…” Carrie reasoned, but to no avail. Violet was already plotting the perfect scheme in her mind.

“Vivi,” her mother walking into her room made her snap out of her train of thought. “Can you go to the store for me, please? I forgot the feta cheese for dinner tonight.”

Violet rolled her eyes at her mother. “Of course, ma, I’ll go in a minute.”

“Don’t call me ‘ma’,” her mother frowned. “And get outta bed, it’s past noon!”

The girl managed a smile. “Sorry, mom. I’ll go in a minute.”

Her mother shot her a smile before turning on her heel and leaving her daughter’s bedroom, letting Violet and Carrie to their conversation.

“I hear there’s a super cute new bag boy in the store around the corner,” Carrie informed with a smirk. “Total cool guy. Guitarist and has a motorcycle.”

“Huh,” Violet hummed as the gears in her brain started working yet again. “I do have a thing for guitarists, don’t I?”

“That you do,” Carrie agreed.

Violet chuckled before saying goodbye to Carrie and getting off her bed. After throwing on some fresh clothes and doing her makeup, Violet left the house for the store with the scheme unfolding in her brain. The new bag boy would be the perfect pawn in her plan.

Though, when she entered the store and laid her eyes on the new bag boy, she didn’t expect him to be this gorgeous. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones, along with the perfect swoopy brown hair was enough for her heart to nearly burst out of her chest.

“Fuck,” she muttered and made her way towards the cheese aisle. With her mind set on the pretty bag boy, she searched the shelves for the feta cheese and once she had found it, she reached for it. Being in such a rush, however, caused her to take the packet behind it with her, causing it to fall to the floor. “God dammit, stupid cheese,” she groaned to herself as she bend down to pick it up.

A hand bumped with hers as she reached for it, and, when she looked up, she stared straight into Pretty Boy’s light brown eyes. Violet swore they stared right through her soul, baring every little piece of her.

“What’s the cheese done to you?” he asked, chuckling as the two of them got up again, both holding the cheese.

She regathered herself from the impact the boy had on her ovaries and flicked a strand of hair out of her face. “It did what I want you to do.” She confidently said, her lips slightly parting as it had always been one of the many tricks she had up her sleeve.

Pretty Boy’s eyes skidded from the left to the right, trying to figure out what she meant.

Smirking, Violet wrapped her hand tighter around the cheese and, as he was still holding it, pulled it closer towards her, pulling him along until his face was inches away from hers. “Fall for me,” she whispered before letting go and pushing past him.

“You got plans tonight?” he shouted after her.

Violet smirked and turned around, glad her plan was working. “Yep, I’ll be at Red and Blue tonight,” she told him, hoping he’d get the hint. Judging by the smirk that lifted his plump lips, Violet knew she was winning.

“I’ll see you there then.”

And the boy managed to keep his word. That night, when Violet was at Red and Blue with Julie, Flynn and Carrie, the Pretty Boy showed up too. Her breath hitched in her throat as she noticed him approach her.

“You didn’t,” Carrie gasped in Violet’s ear.

“I did.” She smiled at the boy. “Hey,” she greeted when he was close enough.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he teased as he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it like a true gentleman. “I never got your name.”

She went on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his ear. “Violet Dawson,” she introduced herself over the loud music.

“Marcus. Marcus Baker.” The two of them smiled at one another, causing Violet’s world to stop spinning for just a moment. “Wanna dance closer to the DJ? The atmosphere’s always better there.” Violet bit down on her lower lip as she nodded her head in response. Marcus then led her through the sea of dancing people, holding on tight to her hand.

As the two danced together to the music, Violet noticed Luke walking into the club with his bandmates closeby. His eyes skidded across the crowd and halted when they met Violet’s. He hadn’t even noticed who she was dancing with until he had approached them.

“Hey,” he said, “Who’s this?”

“Marcus,” Pretty Boy introduced himself with a smile as he reached his hand out for Luke to shake, which the rockstar completely ignored. “Okay…”

“You wanna get out of here?” Luke asked Violet, cocking his head towards the door.

Violet’s eyebrows knitted together, “I’m actually having fun, Luke. I’d rather stay.” She looked up at Marcus, shooting him a quick, apologetic smile. “But you can go if you’re not having fun.”

“Oh, uhm… No, I’m staying. You want something to drink?” he asked instead, and Violet could tell he was getting a little nervous.

“Sure. You want something, Marcus?”

Marcus hummed and grabbed Violet’s hand again before guiding her towards the bar, leaving Luke to trail behind them.

“When were you gonna tell me you had a boyfriend?” Marcus asked, his lips pressed to her ear to make sure only she would hear.

Violet chuckled. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. We went on like one date and I think he’s desperate for another, but I’m not really that interested.”

“Ah,” said Marcus, nodding his head. “You need me to make sure he knows that?”

Violet smirked. “No, I’ve got another idea for that.” She said and confidently made her way to the stage. Marcus watched as she walked, his lips turned up into a smirk.

She grabbed the microphone on the stand and cleared her throat before nodding at the band, telling them to start playing the song. While the upbeat, bass-driven music chimed through the venue, the girl started swaying her hips before starting to sing with her eyes focused on Luke.

“You thought I'd worry That I've made the wrong decision But I'm moving on way faster than I thought I think I've grown out Your destructive efforts Still you're holding on to all the things we loved”

A soft, yet distinctive guitar riff chimed in at the pre-chorus and when she looked up, she found Marcus next to her with a guitar in his hands and a smile on his face.

“You want me to come back Like I want you anytime Now I'm here with somebody Now it's the sad boy you play out And again I'm falling Yet again that's no surprise Thought I left it behind”

Having Marcus there gave her the confidence to really go for it on the chorus. She started moving her hips to the music while singing the lyrics to Luke, who stood near the bar, watching her and Marcus like a hawk.

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

The music went back to its bass-driven core and while Violet focused on Luke at the back of the club, Marcus couldn’t keep his eyes off of Violet as she sang. From the moment they had met, he had found her interesting. She was this overly confident, attractive woman and it intrigued him. He wanted to know what she was compensating for.

“Friends keep asking why we're not together So I guess you haven't told 'em what you did Oh You may be sorry It's not better late than never And I think this time I'm glad we called it quits”

As even Marcus grew more confident on the guitar, Violet made her way over to him and leaned on his shoulder. This action made him look up. Neither of them could hide the smile crawling to their lips as their eyes locked.

“You want me to come back Like I want you anytime Now I'm here with somebody Now it's the sad boy you play out And again I'm falling Yet again that's no surprise Thought I left it behind”

She stepped away from Marcus again and for a few seconds, kept eye contact with him until she got lost in the music and let herself go during the chorus.

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

Her eyes landed on Luke again to see his reaction on her performance. She didn’t like what she saw though. He looked at her in the same way he had during their dinner. The literal embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. It frustrated her, but it didn’t distract her from the song.

“But we gotta stop the playing round The playing round For Gods sake Oh we gotta quit the playing round It's more than we can take Oh we gotta stop this playing round The playing round For Gods sake Oh we gotta stop the playing round It's more than we can take”

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

Marcus took Violet’s glance his way as a sign to really go at it on the guitar and show off a little. It did seem to impress her as she turned towards him, giving him that same smirk she did in the store.

“But I’m so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye Boy bye”

She let out a very last hum as the band stopped playing, Marcus included. The crowd then burst out into applause and even the guitar boy next to her clapped for her. Her cheeks heated up whilst she locked eyes with him.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” Marcus said, placing the guitar back where he found it.

Violet shrugged. “Didn’t know you played guitar.” That was a lie, Carrie did tell her that, but it was the right thing to say as it caused Marcus to bare his pearly white teeth that nearly caused Violet to get a heart attack.

“That was hot,” Luke grunted in her ear when she and Marcus approached the bar for another drink.

Violet furrowed her eyebrows. “You didn’t get the hint, did ya?” she asked and Luke tilted his head a little, the smirk vanishing from his face. “Leave me alone, Luke. Please?”

“Wha– Violet?” Before he could say anything else, Marcus had already whisked her away to go and dance on the dancefloor with a drink in their hand. None of it made much sense to Luke, but he figured it was just the new way Violet operated. Maybe she didn’t want to be exclusive. Maybe he needed to try harder.

And that’s what he was going to do.

Try harder.

Violet was almost scared to turn up to practice the next day. Luke would probably hate her for rejecting him and it would make everything awkward and weird. It wasn’t going to end well and she knew that.

When she arrived at the garage, she was proven right. Luke acted cold towards her as soon as she entered the studio and everyone could feel how the warm, comfortable bond they had, had turned ice cold.

“No, Bobby!” Luke groaned for the nth time that rehearsal. “It’s a B chord, not a C chord! Are you ever gonna get it right?!” His voice was thundering through the garage and it startled each and every person in that room.

Violet glanced over to Carrie, who furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She hadn’t been informed about the conversation Violet and Luke had had the other day, but she could tell something had been off about the two since rehearsal started.

“Luke, calm down!” Alex yelled at the lead guitarist. He did know what had happened between the two and he knew Luke was taking it out on everybody else instead of owning up to it like an adult.

Luke scoffed, “No, Alex! This is exactly why we broke up in the first place! Because we don’t work!” His eyes flicked over to Violet, making her feel like there was a different layer to that sentence. They wouldn’t work either.

“No, you’re just mad because you got rejected!” Alex fought back. At least someone mentioned the elephant in the room. The girls on the sofa gasped and all three of them immediately looked at Violet, who shrunk in her seat behind the piano.

Luke clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Rub it in, why don’t you?” he muttered before placing his guitar on its stand and gathering his stuff.

As he started to make his way to the door, Violet got out from behind the piano and ran after him. “You can’t run out of rehearsal, Luke! Come on! Just because I didn’t wanna go on a date with you, doesn’t mean you have to quit the band!”

“I do though,” he said and turned around. With a few large, but slow-paced steps, he stopped in front of the brunette girl that had broken his heart and hurt his fragile reputation.

“Why?”

Sighing, Luke muttered,“Because I joined for you, you idiot.”

Violet couldn't possibly say anything to that and let Luke walk away again. The feelings she had been feeling for him all this time finally got reciprocated. By a different version of Luke, that is, but still. It didn’t quite matter which Luke said it. She heard it coming from his mouth. The words she’d been wanting to hear for years.

“I am so sorry, guys,” she breathed, hiding her face in her hands. “This is all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault, Violet,” Reggie said, shrugging. “Luke’s just stubborn. He can’t take no for an answer.”

It was supposed to make her feel better, but it didn’t quite. She had ruined any and all chances she had of returning to her own universe just because one version of that guy had hurt her years ago.

“Can we end rehearsal early then?” Alex questioned, coming out from behind his drums. “I got a date with Willie tonight.”

Violet smiled. At least that was a thing here. “Yeah, sure. It’s not like we’re gonna be able to perform at Chubbie’s anyway,” she said, shrugging.

“We’ll get there, don’t worry,” Alex tried to soothe her and placed a hand on her shoulder as he passed her on his way to the door.

“Yeah, we’ll be ready in time,” Reggie agreed as he, along with Julie and Flynn left the garage, leaving Violet with the Wilsons.

Violet shook her head, trying to wrap it around what had just happened. “How can we be ready in time when the gig is this weekend?” she mumbled to herself when Carrie wrapped her arms around the girl.

“I know how to get your mind off of everything,” she said, pressing her temple against Violet’s. “Girl’s night at my place.”

Violet couldn’t help the smile reaching her cheeks. That did sound like a good plan. The best plan, even. It would keep her mind off Luke and the gig and the whole universe thing. It would calm her nerves and anxieties.

Or at least, she thought it would until they arrived at the Wilson’s house. A group of girls stood at the front door, angry expressions on their faces and arms crossed in front of their chests.

“Where have you guys been?” Kayla asked, grumpily. “We’ve been waiting here for over an hour!”

Carrie squeezed her eyes shut. “Fuck, I forgot about rehearsal…” she muttered.

“Rehearsal for what?” Violet questioned, unaware of any gigs that were happening for Dirty Candy. Though, judging from Kayla’s shocked face, there was a gig she should be aware of.

“The gig this Saturday!” she sneered. “A mega-important gig at that!”

Carrie and Violet glanced at each other, eyes widened in complete horror. The exact same day as the gig at Chubbie’s with the boys from Sunset Curve. As Kayla and the girls started yelling at Carrie and Violet, the latter completely zoned out. She couldn’t hear a word of what was said. All she could think about was how she might be stuck here for the rest of her life if she didn’t perform at Chubbie’s on Saturday with the boys.

What if they didn’t show up after that humongous fight? What if that wouldn’t be the thing they had to do to get her back?

The girl’s storming off snapped Violet out of her thoughts, yet she still found herself in some sort of state of shock. Nothing felt right anymore and everything kind of sucked. There was no way she was ever going to survive in this universe if stuff like this kept happening.

“Vi?” she could hear Bobby’s voice in the far distance. “Are you okay?”

She coughed, shaking herself back. “Yeah… Yeah. I’m okay,” she clearly lied but the Wilsons didn’t push further and instead took her inside where the girls watched some movies together.

Within half an hour, Carrie had already fallen asleep and Violet couldn’t bear watching the rest of the movie. Her mind was restless and kept running back and forth over her options and every possible scenario that could happen.

There was only one thing that could keep her mind off everything. So, she hoisted herself up from the couch and made her way to the music room where she took a seat at the piano.

Her fingers grazed the keys, letting a soft melody fly out the instrument. A content sigh left her body as she let the music take her away. It felt nice to let everything out of her system. It seemed to be her one and only escape to her from this crazy world.

“You okay, Vi?” Bobby’s voice shook her out of her thoughts, causing to stop playing the piano. “You seemed a little out of it earlier.” He moved over towards her and sat down next to her. Their shoulders touched and it caused a weird spark to send shivers down Violet’s back. Something she had never felt before.

“Yeah… Everything’s just… a lot, you know?” Bobby tilted his head, urging her to elaborate. “The switching universes, Luke suddenly being into me, the pressure of being in Dirty Candy…. It’s just – a lot… I’m used to being on my own, writing music with my best friends, but now I’m suddenly supposed to be this whole other person…. It’s exhausting.”

A single tear rolled down her cheek, which Bobby caught with his thumb just before it reached her lip. The two locked eyes and for a second, Violet found herself drowning in his eyes. She had never noticed how gorgeous they were until now. The dark brown, the slight twinkle that was in them. She had never seen him up close like this. Her eyes took that liberty to scan his entire face. From his eyes to his nose and cheeks to his lips. Before they could move back to his eyes, Bobby closed the gap between the two of them and kissed her, full on the lips.

Violet was startled, at first, but quickly melted away under his touch, closing her eyes as he deepened the kiss. The kiss lasted longer than it should’ve, but Violet didn’t quite mind. Or at least not until her mind drifted back to Luke and she felt like she was kissing him instead of Bobby.

This caused her to flinch back.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have…. I’m sorry,” she quickly muttered before getting up and running out.

Though it was a mistake to Violet, Bobby didn’t quite see it like that. If it were up to him, this would’ve happened a lot earlier and could happen a lot more often. He had never admitted it to anyone, but he had been in love with Violet for years. Those feelings had never been reciprocated, so he didn’t act up on them either. Violet was just Violet. Until now.

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The Greenhouse Effect | ksj

♦️ Genre: smut x fluff x established relationship ♦️ Rating: 18+ ♦️ Word Count: 2.3k ♦️ Pairing: exoticflorist!jin x reader (who is a soft dom) ♦️ Warnings: cunnilingus, masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism (kinda) ♦️ Summary: The greenhouses he lovingly tends are an escape to you; soothing your anxious mind with its humid atmosphere and floral fragrances. But today, you’re traversing its green pathways looking for the creator of your escape. There’s something just a little extra that you need. ♦️ Author’s Note: I’ll admit that this isn’t my finest work, but this is me dragging my ass out of a depressive episode to bring you guys a little something. Yes, I know the title has nothing to do with the actual story, I just liked the play on words :)

The world around you was an explosion of color. The air was wet and sticky, but not in a way that displeased you. It almost felt healing to be in the greenhouse when the timed sprinklers came on. You knew its schedule and on days that your mind felt the most addled, you sulked over to the clear, glass building and welcomed the heat against your skin. A large Banrai Red Curcuma sat to your right and you ran your finger over its waxy leaves and almost as smooth petals. Of course, you didn’t know anything about these flowers; you only knew because of the clearly labeled sign complete with a picture. These exotic flowers were not a passion of yours, but someone else’s. You appreciated them for how delicate they were and the outward beauty that only nature could create.

Soft gravel crunched beneath your feet as you traversed the overgrown path. He didn’t cut anything back. Most customers liked having the full foliage of the plant they were buying and that’s why his nursery was one of the more popular in the region. The soft mist of water still fell around you. You could practically feel your hair growing with the differing humidity you stepped into. Stopping for a second you closed your eyes, face towards the ceiling, and concentrated on the feeling of the soft water against your skin. The system gave off a soft, familiar hum that lulled your thoughts to a standstill. The quiet whisper of water leaving the pipes soothed the painful spot in your chest. Then you heard the telltale click as the system was about to shut off. All at once you were blanketed in silence as the water shut off. You were left with the quiet fall of the remaining water as it drifted almost silently down and landed amongst the mostly green foliage with its splashes of pink, red, and gold. Water dripped quietly in soft puddles. You took another deep breath before opening your eyes again. The anxious feeling in your chest was gone.

You walked further inside. There was a door you were trying to reach. Your clothes were already wet, so you didn’t bother to avoid the falling water droplets as they slid from overhanging leaves and flowers. The next greenhouse would have a much different setting than this one. This one also had a keypad to get inside.

You keyed the code in without looking. You looked over your shoulder as you always did just in case. Not that anyone would be around right now. The door lock clicked up and you pushed it inwards.

This was not the greenhouse you wandered through when you wanted to relax. You mostly avoided this one, not that you were afraid, you just didn’t want to accidentally mess with any of his things. This was his private collection.

“Poisonous plants?” you had asked when he brought it up.

“What? It’ll be fun.” His smile had been so wide that day that you couldn’t argue.

Three years later and his greenhouse of deadly foliage was packed with so many different kinds. The rosary pea was on either side of the entrance door, its beautiful seeds begging you pick them off. A single seed could kill an adult human. Wolfsbane, with even a touch, could leave your skin tingling and numb. His Devils and Angels plant looked whimsical, as if it should be inside of Willy Wonka’s factory, but you knew that every part could trigger an allergic reaction that included skin, mouth, and throat irritation.

He had to be here somewhere. You wandered the narrow pathways in the expansive greenhouse, passing a planter box that was at least five feet long, filled with deadly nightshade.

You saw his back first. You could spot those shoulders from some distance. He looked to be tending his odollam tree.

“Jin?” you called out, weaving in and out of plants even though you could see him clearly straight ahead.

He turned and a smile spread across his face as he saw you. He gestured towards you as you approached as if he wanted to hug you but clearly couldn’t. You reached for his gloved hand and he quickly drew it back.

“Nope. I just came from messing with some marsh marigold and you might get blisters.”

“Then take them off,” you said evenly.

You saw his mood shift. He stood a little straighter as his hands fell to his sides.

“Here?” The question had nothing to do with the gloves. You knew what he meant, though.

One corner of your mouth quirked upwards. He swallowed hard and slowly, carefully pulled the gloves off, using a cloth to pull off the second. He laid them, one atop the other, on a small shelf that held several mister bottles. You heard the whir of the sprinkler system in the adjacent greenhouse as it came to life again. Other parts of you were drenched besides your shirt and pants. The moment he had turned around, you could only think of his lips.

You heard his shuddering breath as his hands fell to his sides once more.

“Anything else on you poisonous?” you asked as you twirled your finger at his long apron.

He seemed to have forgotten as he quickly untied it and laid it close to the gloves. The heavy, humid air hung between the two of you. He swallowed thickly.

Your hand was still extended from your previous gesture, so you stuck your pointer finger straight out, making a fist with the rest. You saw his eyes move to your finger and then you pointed straight down. He knew what you meant as he grabbed the hem of the apron he had just tossed and laid it, bunched up, in the gravel at your feet. He dropped to his knees onto the soft fabric. You didn’t need to say anything as his fingers slowly undid the button on your pants and he pulled the zipper down. You ran your fingers through his hair lovingly as he as he slid the denim down your hips. He licked his lips as he exposed the thin lace of your panties. His large hands smoothed their way back up your hips as he looked up at you. His eyes shone in the hazy light that came in through the opaque glass of the greenhouse walls. You ran your thumb over his nose and then down his lips before you pressed your thumb into his mouth. He moaned as you pushed against his tongue. He wrapped his lips around your thumb and sucked lightly. He seemed to bristle with joy at your sharp intake of breath. Quickly, you pulled your thumb from his mouth and wiped the spit down his chin.

“Take it out,” you demanded.

He seemed stunned for a moment, processing the order. You cocked your eyebrow as you waited and you watched as something clicked in his expression. He sat up a little on his knees and began undoing his own pants until he had his cock free.

“Don’t come,” you smiled. He would know exactly what you meant. Scenarios like this had happened before.

Your fingers were back in his hair as his large hand gripped his cock, the other grabbing the front of your panties and pulled them downwards. Ever so lightly, you pushed at the back of his head and he took it the rest of the way. His tongue was out before he got close, ready to lick up your center as soon as he could. You moaned as the warmth of his mouth closed in on you. His tongue met with the wet slick already between your lips. He groaned when you pressed a little harder to the back of his head. Looking down, you moved your head to the side to see that his cock was already rock hard in his hand.

“Give me your hand.”

His lips parted from you momentarily, shining brighter than they had before and just as red as the petals on his fire lilies. Dipping your head, you spit into his open palm.

“Thank you,” he whispered, looking you in the eye. His hand was back on his cock, using your spit and pre-cum as lube.

His tongue was between your folds again, flicking upwards against your clit. He was wetly stroking his own cock and moaning, vibrating against you. Your fingers tightened in his hair as you pushed him a little harder against you. His head fell back a little while he buried his face a little further to suckle gently on your clit. Your stomach muscles clenched as you involuntarily shuddered. He rubbed a little faster on his cock, but he knew better than to come yet. He’d slow down his strokes as soon as his moans would start to pitch. It was red and leaking now as he ate you out with a little more ardor. You began to move your hips, almost holding his head in place as you began to fuck yourself on his mouth. He kept his head back, tongue out but also simultaneously delivering as much stimulation to your clit that he could. Wet, sucking sounds filled the hot air around you, only to be swallowed up by the thick leaves on his beloved plants. His hand pumped furiously over his cock as you rocked even harder into his face, his tongue slipping every now again into your entrance before moving back over your clit.

Sweat beaded on your forehead. The heat rolled over your skin and the thick, humid air seemed to fill your lungs. Your breaths became shorter and shorter. Jin was probably conserving as much air as he could as you fucked yourself harder and harder against his face. He kept his moans low and persistent, making sure that you felt every one of them up into your stomach.

Your breathing hitched and you felt as if you were suffocating in the dense atmosphere. But it just seemed to heighten the feeling between your legs as you stood on your toes, fingers tight in Jin’s hair as you cried out, coming all over his face. He dropped his cock to purposely grab your hips, ensuring that you couldn’t escape him as he continued to eat you out. Your body shook and convulsed with your orgasm and with the slightest bit of stimulation, which he was giving to you tenfold now. Tears slipped out of your eyes as they closed.

“S-stop,” you muttered. You pulled at the roots of his hair and he finally allowed you to pull him away.

His lips looked as if they were dripping and his eyes were clouded over. His cock sat heavy against his stomach. His pants pushed painfully against it but he didn’t seem to notice as he ran his tongue slowly over his bottom lip. He groaned as he savored the taste. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears like rushing water in a river. Your breathing was loud, and your body still seemed to shudder with aftershocks.

You suddenly wanted all of him. You wanted to fill every bit of him against your body.

“Push them down more,” you panted.

With sluggish movements, he did as he was told, barely moving as he pushed his pants down his thighs and sat back on his heels. You stepped out of yours as you moved on wobbly legs. Slowly, you lowered yourself to the ground with Jin. Moving on your knees you straddled him where he sat. His hands draped lightly on your hips as you gripped his cock and sat down slowly. Now were you face to face with the expanse of his neck as his head fell back in pleasure. You leaned forward, placing your hot mouth against his skin. You felt the shiver that went through his body as you began to move. You threw your arm around his shoulders as you used him to pull yourself upwards on each bounce.

“Don’t. Come,” you punctuated breathlessly.

The gravel crunched beneath the crumbled apron. You’d probably have to nurse Jin’s poor knees after this.

You captured his lips with yours and his grip on your hips tightened. You slipped your tongue between his lips and tasted the salty sweetness of yourself on his soft skin. Your mind felt as if it were melting out of your ears as you rode him harder and harder, clinging to him as if your life depended on him alone. Pleasure, different from the first time, sent sharp shooting pleasure to your already stiff limbs. Your body wanted to rest, but you worked on sheer will alone as you felt the burning hot fire of your impending orgasm. Jin’s thighs shook as he kept himself from coming too soon. He sucked at your bottom lip as you pushed your chest against his, grinding your hips into his as you felt the first wave of your orgasm rising.

“Come with me,” you said quickly as you felt the crescendo of what was going to be an explosive second orgasm and you wanted to be filled to the brim when it happened.

You kept moving your hips the best you could as it rolled over you. You moved somewhat erratically as you cried out. Jin moaned loudly as he spilled inside of you. Something about it always doubled your pleasure, sharing something so intimate. You moved until you couldn’t stand it any longer and you suddenly seemed to feel every muscle in your body, and they were all screaming for you to stop moving. Slowly, you stopped, panting hard as you still clung to his shoulders. Both of you were covered in a sticky layer of sweat and you couldn’t wait to step out of the greenhouse and take a deep breath of fresh air.

“Shit,” Jin finally whispered as he gained back his breath.

You wiped your sweaty face against his already wet shirt before leaning back. Jin moved the damp hair that clung to your cheeks before holding your face lovingly. His eyes moved over your face and he brought you in closer, lips a hairsbreadth way from yours as he whispered.

“Out of all the flowers in the world, you are the rarest.”

#jinfest2020 #bangtanarmynet #ficswithluv #ksmutclub #jin smut #bts smut #jin fluff #sub!jin #dom!reader #jin x reader #reader insert #established relationship #nonidol!au #florist!jin

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ourstarscollided · 4 years ago

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jatp fanworks appreciation - day 3 (wips)

wip wednesday - I didn’t think I wanted to join in on this day for my own stuff considering I’ve never posted anything original for this fandom, but I think this might just be the little boost I need from myself to actually finish the wips that I have sitting around. I am peer pressuring myself and holding myself accountable by posting this - or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Most of the past 6 mths has just been me screaming to no one in a Google Doc, so here are some things I’ve been ruminating about over the last 6 months (and if my secret agenda is to get other people to write about it so I don’t have to? Then that’s between you and me).

Everything’s under a read more because I like giving context and that usually spirals out of control!?!?

If you would like to see more from any of the below, feel free to shoot me an ask/message and I can definitely share some more! (Or you can just come yell at me about JATP in general.)

Strangers Fake Dating AU // Julie x Luke

I’m a simple person. I see a prompt, I latch onto it, and then I completely miss the entire point of the prompt as my imagination goes wild for no real reason. This really was supposed to be a super short drabble, but it manifested into a 3k+ thing that isn’t even finished.

Julie’s not really sure what she’s supposed to do now. Nothing has ever prepared her for a situation in which she’s supposed to pretend to be a stranger’s girlfriend, especially if that situation involves parents. Does she continue this ruse? Can she come up with a quick enough excuse to tell this Luke character that she actually can’t stay? What if this is just all an elaborate plan to kidnap her? Has she been listening to too many true crime podcasts? Why does Luke smell so good? Does he know how to cook? Why does his shirt not have sleeves? What-

“I can hear you thinking from here.” Her head whips up at the sound of Luke’s voice, which is now at a whisper and kind of frantic. “I just- I just really needed to get my mom off my back, so I kinda need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for the night. I swear I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

Julie studies Luke’s face and it’s nearly impossible to not cave under his gaze, which can only be simply described as ‘puppy dog eyes’. She finds herself smiling back, letting out a huff, “I hope you like lasagna.” And the grin that spreads across the boy’s face is enough for her to know that he’s incredibly relieved that she agreed.

“I’m Luke by the way. Luke Patterson.”

(Okay, he’s kinda cute. And no one this cute is a serial killer. Right?)

She gives a small smile back, “I’m Julie.”

5+1 alive!Juke AU // Julie x Luke

Inspired by paper - LANY

This is one of the first things I ever felt the urge to write down back in September because I love exploring the idea of how two people can appear to be the perfect relationship on the outside, but are actually fighting their own demons. Especially when it comes to celebrities and people who are in the spotlight. It’s basically a 5+1 fic about the moments from other people’s perspectives who happen to orbit around Julie/Luke that all revolve around paper. My outline for this is so long because I can’t manage to narrow it down, and there’s zero cohesiveness but I do have little things jotted down.

“Hey little man,” Luke’s knelt down to match his 5 year-old height, and a hand extends out to him for a high five, “What are you doing here?”

His eyes flicker to the left, towards his own apartment door, where his mom is giving him an encouraging nod. “ I- I just wanted to-” he stutters and finds himself looking at his feet as he shuffles back and forth on the spot. “I- I drew you guys something!”

He shoves the paper out towards the older boy in front of him, but doesn’t look up.

Reincarnation AU // Julie x Luke

I had a random thought in December about how magical it is that Julie and Luke are so tied to one another that their love transcends time and space, which will always lead them back to one another. I remember reading a book a long time ago about how the main character is fated to die at a certain age, and that kind of sparked this little idea. I can’t bring myself to actually plot out every single timeline right now, but I did manage to write a little bit.

It will never be as complex as Rosie’s idea and all the wonderful additions in the link here, and I don’t really plan on it being anything more than a small idea. But I really do still think someone should write some sort of reincarnation AU cause I’d hop on that so fast!!

“Okay- that’s not- Luke. You seriously just ran away?”

“What was I supposed to do Alex? We all know how this ends.”

His friend looks at him, face painted in understanding and he sighs, “Yeah. Yeah, we do.”

Because it’s true, Alex does know, so does Reggie and Bobby. Most importantly, so does Luke. It’s the exact same tragic love story every time.

Call it a curse or fate or destiny. Maybe it’s because Mercury is in retrograde. Whatever. It always ends the same way - with a heartbreaking goodbye, a whisper of the promise that they’ll find each other again, and the possibility of a happy ending. He’s said the same goodbye at least 734 times, but it’s not like he’s counting or anything. Fuck the universe and its mystical ways.

Competitive Alex // Alex x Willie

No real thoughts or reasons for this other than I just think I self-projected my need to play board games with people in real life into a fic. And maybe a little bit of my competitiveness onto Alex and then threw in Willie because I think he would be able to handle it while also finding it endearing. I also have written nothing about the actual competitiveness, it’s just 2k words of Alex crushing on Willie.

“Wait,” his eyes dart between the three boys, “You both know Willie? How come I’ve never met him?”

His roommates look at each other, and there’s a smirk on Luke’s face when he says, “Actually Alex, I think you have. Remember that time you got really drunk after one of our shows?”

Oh no. He really hopes that it’s not the time he’s thinking of, so he tries to sound nonchalant. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Luke.”

“The night we played at that tiny bar at the edge of the campus! We got paid in those tiny colourful shots?” He doesn’t really know where Luke is going with this, so he’s slowly nodding along. “And you were super upset that the hot dog vendor at the end of the street was closed?”

Dear Julie, Love Mom series

I made myself sad with this thought when I first watched the show and was talking to my friend about how I think that Rose would’ve left messages for the Molina family, especially when we found out that Wake Up was actually from her mom. I wrote a bigger explanation for it here.

Anyways, I started with the one for Julie’s wedding and it kind of became an 8k monster with three different POVs?!? As much as I love how I wrote this, I feel too unsure about my writing to share it in full, so you will get carefully selected looks alkfe. (I’m also kind of stuck on some of the more emotional scenes and I may or may not have procrastinated by photoshopping a moodboard for it.)

Excerpt 1 (Julie POV): A look into where I’m going with this whole letters from Rose thing.

The key clicks into place, and with a turn, the latch falls open. She’s not sure what she wants to find in the box, and she’s too scared to think about it really. All she knows is that this was the sign from her mom that she was waiting for all week, and in true Rose fashion, her mom had managed to give it to her, even if at the last second. Her dad turns the box to face Julie, and gestures to her to open up the lid.

Tucked inside is a VHS tape, the words ‘For Julie, on your wedding day’ written in her mom’s cursive on the cover. Some loose glitter and confetti fall back into the box as she reaches in to pick up the tape and turn it over in her hands. There’s a little purple butterfly etched on the back, the same one that’s been drawn on all the other messages that her mom had left her. Her finger automatically finds its way, tracing the shape of the small doodle.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, mija?”

Excerpt 2 (Julie POV): This part has absolutely nothing to do with the main plot of the story, but it self-inserted itself into this fic after @tangledstarlight and I talked about You’re Still the One by Shania Twain being their first dance. This whole scene came to me at 4am one night and might be the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written.

They knew that when they had asked Reggie to be in charge of the first dance performance, that they (and Alex) weren’t allowed to veto any of his ideas. Luke had warned Julie that that would be a mistake, but the giddiness that radiated off of Reggie when she had told him he could have free reign was worth it. She just hadn’t thought that he would actually take it to heart and run with it.

Sure, they had chosen You’re Still the One by Shania Twain as their first dance song, and sure it was more or less a country song, but she didn’t really imagine that she’d be staring at her adoptive brother, Carlos and her Dad wearing cowboy hats and boots at her wedding. They had somehow managed to ditch their Flynn-approved suit jackets and were sporting a taupe-coloured suede-textured vest over their dress shirts. If she looked closely, she could see that they had somehow also found some gaudy looking bolo ties with a matching set of ornamental clasps to wear. When she envisioned her wedding, she really didn’t expect that her first (public) dance as a married couple would be a full-on Western themed occasion. The only exception was Alex, who had settled on his cajon in the back, still in his pink suit, eyes rolling when she met his gaze. But even she knew how there was no real annoyance in the blonde’s reaction or else he wouldn’t also be wearing one of the tacky ties around his neck as well.

“I’m gonna seriously kill him.” She hears Luke grumble under his breath, only low enough for her to hear. But she’s still too busy giggling to actually be mad, and she knows that Luke isn’t really going to kill Reggie. At least she doesn’t think so.

Excerpt 3 (Luke POV): Idk man. My mind went “What about Luke?” and I said “You’re right!! What about him?!?”

He doesn’t realize that he’s just been silently staring at the woman in front of him, until a gentle voice breaks him out of his thoughts. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Julie’s peering at him from under her eyelashes, a curious look on her face.

“You just-” he gives a little shake of his head, trying to come up with the right words. He wants to tell her she’s beautiful. Stunning. A wicked beauty. But she’s more than that - she’s almost angelic. “I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

“Luke, we’ve been legally married for like, a whole year.” Her lips are quirked up in a grin, amusement in her voice. “You’ve only just realized that now?”

“That’s different.”

“Yeah? Different how?”

This feels a little strange to post and a little like my inner self seeking validation but let’s not talk about that.

Kskssj anyways present me @ future me: finish one of these because writing has been really cathartic for you and you didn’t think it would bring you so much joy!!!

#gotta tag this so that it doesnt ever show up in any tags on tumblr.#i like that what got me to post about my writing was a fanworks appreciation week. but i will say that a couple weeks ago when i was feeling #extra good about my writing. i made a promise to myself to post smthg for the 6 mth mark of jatp and that kinda got backtracked because of #my requirements to be an adult and my general insecurities about putting out content that is mine for the works to judge sjsjsj #so this is me making it up to myself by sharing some things.#thank you rosie for indulging me in my ramblings. you’ve really given me confidence in my work even tho you’ve never read anything of mine.#just know I APPRECIATE YOU A LOT!!!!#i hope you dont mind that i tagged you!!!#anyways this is gonna get thrown into my queue for wednesday and whenever it posts is whenever it will post.#i also typed this on my phone (i DO NOT RECOMMEND IT) so sorry if the formatting is janky. i didnt wanna give myself time to second guess #myself and end up not posting it. sjjs #jatp fanworks appreciation week #sometimes i write #personal #<- need to come up with tags for myself welp #sunset queue

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chaoslaura · 4 years ago

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Can this be for Willex please. Fluff 11 “I’m so proud of you.”

If it’s ok to ask, can Alex have a bad panic attack when he’s out with Willie.

I know Alex having a panic attack has been done a few times but I always feel like once he’s gone through it, the fic just ends and I’d like to read one where Alex is really embarrassed and Willie is just so caring afterwards and really protective.

Hi hi I loved the Willex prompt you did it was so good. Can I ask for them for a prompt? Fluff 11. “I’m so proud of you” I had an idea Alex has a panic attack, it’s the first time Willie has seen it happen, Willie helps him through it and he says that to Alex

First, thanks for the kind words I’ve gotten so far.

For this prompt I have gotten two requests that were kinda similar, so I mixed them together to create one story, I hope you like it though.

Read it on AO3

Warnings: panic attack, mention of self harm (nails digging into skin)

As someone who has never experienced anxiety or panic attacks, I didn’t feel comfortable to write a full panic attack scene in case I wrote it wrong because the only things I know about it are from reading fics myself. But please feel free to talk to me if I depicted anything wrong.

In retrospect it wasn’t perfectly clear what had set it off. It wasn’t one specific event, or person, or thought, rather the whole day was just one big disaster. From the minute Alex woke up nothing was going according to plan. Which wouldn’t be catastrophic per se but on some days even a minor accident could be enough to push him over the edge, and today these accidents just kept piling on top of each other till Alex couldn’t see over the mountain.

When his phone had gone off with a beeping sound and vibrated on his bedside table and Alex peeled his eyes open, he was confused for a moment. Why wasn’t the sun shining in his face? Alex would always wake up with sunrays covering his bed and face from where he didn’t close the curtains the full way. Liking waking up with the bright sunlight. But this morning it was different.

Peeking at his phone he realized it wasn’t morning at all, that’s why. “8:30? Fuck!” Class would’ve already started by then and Alex was never late. Never. It was one of his fears. Having to come in while every student and every pair of eyes was aimed at him and the teacher was pinning him down with a reproving look and writing with red ink into the class book that he had been late. To Luke and Reggie, it would’ve just been another line next to their name, nothing unusual since they started high school, but to Alex punctuality was a sign of respect and a part of keeping his day together. He always knew when to be where, dragging his other two friends with him because as Julie once said he had their collective brain cell at all times.

With a hop Alex sprung out of bed into the bathroom. While hastily brushing his teeth, he wondered why his parents didn’t wake him up. Didn’t they notice his closed door or his shoes next to the front door? They were aware of Alex schedule; they must have been knowing he was running late so why on earth did they just left for work without waking him? Alex could’ve worried about it for hours but frankly he didn’t have time for thinking about his parent’s behaviour. Not since it changed drastically after they found out about Alex ‘habit’ to kiss guys. More precisely Willie. His boyfriend.

Not having time for dreaming about his perfect boyfriend either, Alex raced back into his room and searched through his wardrobe for his favourite sweater, the pink one, his friends nagged him to get, saying pink was really suiting him and it would piss of his parents for sure.

Coming up with nothing after searching through it for three times, he came to the daunting conclusion it must be in the laundry. It was his feel-good hoodie, it was comfy and soft and warm, and just gave him safety, he really needed it today. Resting his head on the closet door with more force than necessary, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. And one more. Come on you can survive one day without your hoodie. Alex tried to persuade himself and quickly grabbed another Shirt to put on without putting much thought into it.

He decided to skip breakfast, school lunch wasn’t that far away, and headed out of the door after making sure he had at least all the books he needed today. He always packed his bag the evening before but who knows what he could’ve missed. Standing in the front yard of the house, for the second time today, he was confused. Shouldn’t his bike be standing there? Racking his brain and shortly fearing someone stole it, it came back to him. His brother had it today since his own was in repair. Just great. Now he had to walk. Without one of his parents taking him with them in their car, without his bike, and the school bus long gone.

It wasn’t that far, but it meant he would be even later. He at least would miss the whole first period and could walk in the next classroom like everybody else and no one would give him questioning looks. Oh no Alex groaned internally; his next class was math. Right, today was Tuesday and his second period being math with Reggie. Reggie at least had an idea of what topic they covered this week, but Alex was completely lost, and he was pretty sure Mr. Smiths hated him for his lack of knowledge. He was trying, he really did, even hiring Reggie as his tutor but it just wouldn’t stick, and now he had to suffer through it while his brain was already distracted. Hopefully Mr. Smiths wouldn’t pick him today, that’s the last thing he needed.

Taking big steps to hurry up, he arrived quicker than he anticipated. Rushing in and through the hallways he stepped into the room just as the bell rang, indicating class started. Hastily taking his seat next to Reggie, he took his book out of his bag while Reggie fixated him with a questioning look, raised eyebrow and all. ‘Where have you been?’ Reggie mouthed but Alex shook his head, he would explain later. The last thing he wanted was for Mr. Smiths to catch him talking in class and getting another mark.

Even though he was physically there now, his brain decided to race in the other direction. It worked on full speed since he had woken up and concentrating on the math problem written down before him was not achievable. But to his luck Mr. Smiths left him alone and Reggie passed him notes with the right answers to which Alex threw him a grateful smile.

Finally, after two more classes he walked with Luke to the cafeteria only to discover he forgot his money at home. His wallet must be sitting on his desk. Groaning he put his head in his hands and then carded swiftly through his hair with his fingers. He was really hungry, if his grumbling stomach wasn’t indicator enough, after skipping breakfast, but without money there were no possible means to get any food.

Luke sensed Alex distress immediately. “Alex? What is it?” Oh, yeah, Alex almost forgot Luke was beside him, having zoned out completely.

“Forgot my lunch money, tis all.” He replied defeated.

“I buy you one today and you can get me something next week. Don’t worry about it.” Luke gave Alex a pat on the back and marched on towards the doors. “Are you coming or what?” He asked over his shoulder.

Alex was so grateful in that moment but quickly followed his friend.

Sitting down on the table with their plates the others were already there. Meaning Julie, Flynn, and Willie who gave him a short peck on the mouth. “Hello, hotdog.” He greeted Alex with a bright smile Alex could only compare to the sun and a warmth spread through his body, calming him down at least a little, it was a side effect that always came while being in the presence of Willie.

Reggie and Flynn were deep into a conversation about frogs to which Alex could not contribute anything, and Julie and Luke were already discussing songs they could rehearse later the day and Alex wasn’t really in the mood to interfere with them, their energy was too high for him to match right now. Leaning against Willie’s shoulder while his boyfriend scrolled through his Instagram feed on his phone Alex couldn’t help but bounce with his leg up and down. The uncomfortable feeling from this morning still settled deep in his bones and it seemed it wouldn’t leave anytime soon, and Alex knew shaking his legs wouldn’t do anything but there was no harm to try.

A ping signalled an incoming message. Fumbling for his phone in his pockets he instantly regretted pulling it out as soon as he saw the name on the screen. It was his mum and she never messaged him if it wasn’t important and recently important messages meant reminding him to behave.

Wrestling with himself for a short minute he decided to open it and skipped over the text. He must’ve zoned out for a bit because as he came back a hand was seeking out his right one and Alex realized he was biting on the skin around his nails as he did so often unconsciously. Willie took the hand in his and laced their fingers together, giving him a small smile to say he was here. Luke who was sitting on the other side of Alex laid a hand on his shaking knee. “What has gotten you today? Are you okay?” There was always worry weaved in his voice and Alex was again reminded that today isn’t a good one.

Alex didn’t like having the attention on him and he was glad that Reggie and Flynn were still deep in their conversation, knowing it wouldn’t help if they stared at him too. He knew Julie was listening, but she at least scribbled on a piece of paper what could’ve been lyrics and didn’t openly questioned him and his behaviour. Alex knew that his body always betrayed him when he was anxious, showing the tell-tale signs when he was spiralling, and he didn’t have to say anything before one of his friends gave him the opportunity to vent.

Alex sighed deeply. “Just not a good day. And my mum wrote me. My grandparents are coming by this weekend. From my fathers’ side.” Pocketing his phone again to try to get the message out of his mind, he leaned further into Willie and found a pair of arms winding around him but giving him space to breath.

“Shit.” Luke let out. He was the only one of them who had met Alex grandparents, but they all knew how much Alex despised them. Having to put on a front whenever they came around, it was just plain exhausting, and Alex wanted to push away the reminder of their visit until the day arrived.

Alex nodded to show he shared Luke’s sentiment and began to play with the rings on Willie’s finger. Today was truly one bad thing happening after the other and he couldn’t wait till he came home and could slump down on his bed and just breath for a minute before he had to start with his homework.

He asked his English teacher if he could get any extra credits since his essay only got an 80 and his parents wouldn’t be pleased with that result but what else could he do? Hide the paper till his parents found out on their own? No, he needed a plan before he would show the note to his parents and if that meant extra work, so be it.

The end of the school day didn’t come as fast as Alex had hoped, the hours dragging by and with every look to the clock, just a few minutes had passed, and it might have been the slowest time had ever gone by. The buzzing under his skin that had started not shortly after lunch when Alex couldn’t help but overthink what could happen over the weekend didn’t help his nervousness and by the time he left the school building the skin around his nails was red and bitten down and Alex knew he shouldn’t but he had done it for so long it was hard to stop the habit.

Alex decided to walk the way home, the thought of sharing his space with other students on the school bus made his skin crawl, the fresh air should help clear out his head a little bit and he could put his nervous energy into walking. The faster the better till his calves were burning. Before he turned the first corner though, he could hear someone yelling his name behind him. Spinning around in case it was one of his friends he had to discover it was not in fact one of the boys but instead John. John, a guy with the most average name and most average face, had been on his case since he came out in school and hadn’t stopped yet no matter how often Luke threatened him with a serious ‘talking’ after school or Flynn and Julie actually talked with him while letting out their frightening personas that even made Luke and Alex take a step back.

Alex wasn’t in the mood to listen to John’s comments and hastily turned around to continue his run home. Not today. It was the last thing he needed today. With all the spiralling thoughts already spinning in his head he didn’t need another person pulling all his fears to the surface.

Closing the front door behind him Alex didn’t know when or how he arrived at home, the walk was completely erased from his mind, replaced with a static in his head and he realized once he got to his room his breathing had picked up. No no no come on; you know the breathing techniques. He told himself and tried to calm himself while he sat on the ground before his bed, his bag lazily thrown into the corner.

Alex doesn’t actually know how much time had passed until he sensed someone sitting down some distance before him. The tears in his eyes made it difficult to see the room before him clearly and he could only made out the long dark hair and colourful Shirt, trying to concentrate on the pattern.

“Alex?” Willie’s tentative voice pierced through the fog in Alex mind, but he could only nod shortly to indicate he heard him. Speaking was not yet in the realm of the possible.

Some more minutes or what felt more like hours to him, but Alex knew wasn’t the case, Willie’s figure stood more clearly in front of him and the room wasn’t spinning as much. His hands were still shaking and the tear tracks on his cheek still not dried. But it was better.

Willie settled beside him now that Alex could see him. “Hey hotdog.” Alex turned his head to the voice. “Is it okay if I touch you?” Alex gave a quick jerk with the head to say yes, not quite trusting his voice yet.

Slowly and so that Alex could see it in the corner of his eye Willie took Alex hand and opened the fist it was in and turning it around to inspect the crescents indents in the palm of his hand. Deep and red against the skin, not bleeding but he had almost pierced the skin with his nails.

“I’m sorry.” Alex voice was scratchy, and he looked to where Willie was holding him, shame flooding his body as he tried to pull back his hand and hide the dents.

But Willie didn’t let him, gently holding on to the hand and closing his own around it, his attention shifting to Alex face. With his other hand he wiped the remaining tears from the splotchy cheeks and then shifted a bit to rummage through his bag that sat behind him and brought a bottle of water to light. “Here, you need something to drink.” While Alex accepted the drink with a thanks and took a few sips, Willie’s gaze never left him, but Alex realized it was filled with the same affection Willie always looked at him with and not with annoyance or nuisance as he had feared for so long, afraid of what Willie would do or say once he saw that side of him.

Alex wanted to start apologizing again when he put down the bottle, but Willie got ahead of him, “I’m proud of you.” And that put a hold on Alex thoughts because what? “Huh?” Was all that came out of Alex mouth instead from his confusion.

“I mean it. How many times did you go through this already? Even alone? I know it’s terrifying but every time you bounce back, and I think that’s noteworthy.” Willie’s thumb was brushing over the skin on his hand and Alex was almost ready to cry again because no one ever said that to him and all he could see was a bundle of mess sitting in his place in his room, in front of his bed.

“But- but now you have seen what it looks like, how can you still want to be here?” The with me was left unsaid but Alex was sure Willie got it nonetheless.

“Alex, I don’t care how messy it gets, I’m here for you, always.”

To say Alex was grateful was an understatement but then something else came to his mind and he groaned, letting his head fall back against the bed and squeezing his eyes shut, already feeling ashamed. “I forgot our date.” Willie and he were to meet at the skatepark because Willie saw some videos and wanted to recreate some stunts he found cool.

“You didn’t forget. It’s okay, really. We have enough time to catch up.”

Before he could say anything else, they could hear the front door slamming shut and Luke calling Alex name and two pair of feet were heard stamping up the stairs. Alex looked at Willie questioningly. He was perplexed as to why Willie was here but also Reggie and Luke?

Willie looked sheepishly suddenly. “I texted them when I found you here. Sorry, it was the first time seeing you like this, and I was afraid I would do something to make it worse, so I asked them to come around.”

“It’s okay.” Honestly, Alex was a bit relived. The boys knew how to handle him. Did so for years before Alex even knew what was happening with him.

Reggie stayed in the threshold to not crowd him, meanwhile Luke sat down on the other side of Alex, taking him in and examining the situation. “Hey, how are you doing? We came as soon as we got the message, but we were shopping for Julie and Reggie stopped me from ignoring the red lights.”

“Could be better, but I’m okay.” He answered honestly, he knew Luke was always the first to worry over him. But know he was worried what other stupid things besides ignoring traffic laws the boys had done to quickly come to him all the other times before today.

Luke didn’t give him time to ponder over it. “If you good to get up we can take this to the couch.” He proposed.

“Great idea. And I doubt it was ever a better time for ice cream.” Reggie said already on his way to the kitchen.

“You just want to take the opportunity to get your hands on the deluxe stuff Mrs. Mercer always buys.” Luke half yells after him and Willie snickered from where he was still sitting next to Alex, hand clasped around him. Alex meanwhile tried to gather his remaining energy to stand up with a little bit of help from Willie.

The couch was way better than the floor in his room, definitely more comfortable and providing more space for all of them. Alex was seated between Willie’s legs and leaned into his chest, a blanket over them to keep Alex warm and he really appreciated that his boyfriend didn’t left after the whole mess he had to witness. Willie who sensed Alex shift in demeanour and could feel him tensing up against him, hooked his chin over Alex shoulder and whispered in his hear so the other two couldn’t overhear them. “I love you Alex.”

Alex cheeks turned a bit red but luckily no one commented on it, Luke and Reggie were deep into an argument about the best feel-good movie, finally resting the case on Rise of the Guardians while Luke pouted in his corner of the couch that the others weren’t willing to watch Back to the Future. Again. But with a pint of ice cream in his hand, his pout quickly dissolved into a small smile and he regularly glanced beside him to make sure Alex was doing okay.

Alex was indeed content were he was, in the arms of his boyfriend, sharing the ice cream with him, breathing in the scent that relaxed him further until his eyes were almost closing on their own accord. He always got sleepy after, all energy drained from him and he slipped further into the embrace until he fell asleep after initially only wanting to rest his eyes for a bit.

Willie noticed when his boyfriend didn’t try to steel from the ice cream anymore and put it aside in favour of carding through Alex hair, making sure he was comfortable while sleeping.

Luke and Reggie were giving him a thankful smile. “Thank you for being there for him.” Reggie spoke up with much more earnest Willie was used from him.

“I didn’t do anything. I was just nervous to make it worse for him.”

Luke put a hand on his shoulder. “You couldn’t. You did great. Alex has been in a much worse state before we found him. Just stay by his side no matter what. We’re glad he has you. With his parents and these assholes from school, he needs every support he can get even though he wouldn’t admit that so outright.”

Willie smiled to himself. The boys never gave him the stern talking when Alex and him had gotten together but he had sensed the protectiveness coming from them whenever he was around the first times, only fading away after a few months, and Willie would make sure to never get on their bad sides, not that he wanted to. If it meant to stand by Alex side with his anxiety and watch animation movies (or Back to the Future five times for Luke and Star Wars seven times for Reggie) with him and the boys while eating sweets and talking nonsense to distract Alex mind for a while, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#julie and the phantoms #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #luke patterson #reggie peters #mine #my fic

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flarrie-and-the-prom · 4 years ago

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Here's a tiny bit about us:

Constance: She/they. Musical theatre fan extraordinaire. I have listened to 120+ musicals and I know of at least 100 more that are on my list to listen to. We both got into jatp at the beginning of February this year, and I quickly started writing fanfics and drawing fanart for it. (You can check out my fanart on my main blog, and my other fics on my ao3!) My interest in The Prom is kinda funny. It just developed from, "huh, this is pretty good," to "I love this so much," to "this is my only personality trait" to "I will now write a jatp fic that follows the plot of it," so here we are!

Persephone: She/they. Enormous theatre fan. I got into jatp about the same time as Constance, but I haven't done much interacting with the fandom. I am a truly terrible artist but I write a lot of fanfic. This is my first time writing something other than Jekyll & Hyde, and I'm really excited to see how it goes!

Our ao3s are You_Are_Constance (Constance) and Model_of_Propriety (Persephone), but you don't necessarily need to know that to read the fic, because we'll link every update here.

Like we said in the description, our inbox is always open! You can ask us questions, maybe even ask the characters questions (we're still working that out), or even request a drawing for certain parts or certain characters. If you want it answered by someone specific, just ask!

We post every Friday! The plan is to post something, wether it be a chapter or new art (depending on what is ready to be posted) weekly, but the more you interact with us, the more you’ll get! If you send an ask or request for a drawing (or maybe even an excerpt or ficlet in this AU), then it will be a bonus for that week! Basically, the more you interact, the more of this AU you get.

And please no swearing or nsfw stuff when interacting with us! We will not answer asks or requests with that in them, but you will be free to send them in again without swearing!

If you don't know The Prom, you can read a bit about it here, but here's what our version will be about. (under the cut)

Flynn Myers is an out lesbian in Indiana, who just wants to go to prom with her (currently closeted) girlfriend, Carrie Wilson, but the school board, led by Carrie's very homophobic dad, Trevor Wilson, cancels the prom entirely. In Los Angeles, a young, startup band called Julie and the Phantoms has been doing really well in California, but they need some out-of-state traction in order to get their careers going, and that, hopefully, will set them up for a long career of music. Willie, the band's manager, comes across Flynn's story online, and they find their cause.

Ships: Flarrie is the main focus, but Juke, Willex, and Boggie are all pretty prominent, too!

(if you haven't realized, this is an AU where Bobby is not Trevor, and is Carrie's brother)

#flarrie #jatp #Julie and the phantoms #jatp au #jatp the prom au #jatp fic #Flynn jatp #jatp Flynn #Carrie Wilson #I’m not gonna tag everyone #those two are just the leads so #introductions #get to know the authors #the prom #the prom musical #the prom netflix #netflixwewantjatp2 #the prom au

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adultswim2021 · 3 years ago

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Aqua Teen Hunger Force #42: “The Last One” | December 31, 2003 - 11:18 PM | S03E24

Also known as “The Last Fucking One For 2003″, and boy, is it a special one. It also sorta felt like a series finale at the time, which I think sorta began a running joke about Aqua Teen Hunger Force’s constant imminent cancellation on-air. I feel like every season Adult Swim would casually mention that it was the last season ever when it actually wasn’t. I was under the false impression that this was in fact intended to be a series finale, but I can’t find anything actually supporting this. I guess I just took the title very literally.

In this episode Aqua Teen’s entire rogues gallery (with a few exceptions) shows up to the Moon at the behest of the Mooninites in order to discuss a dastardly plan to finally end the Aqua Teens’ reign of terror once and for all. Dr. Weird and Steve aren’t in this one; their absence is actually explained in the previous episode’s cold open. I’d normally link to the relevant blog post, but I completely failed to mention it. They were invited but couldn’t make it. While we’re on the subject we’re also missing Wayne "The Brain" McClain, Love Mummy, www.yzzerdd.com, Willie Nelson, and Universal Remonster. I just copied and pasted that from an Aqua Teen Wiki. I removed “real wisdom cube” (the Brian Posehn one) cuz the other wisdom cube is still here, kinda representing the both of them.

Their plan is inane and makes very little sense. Still, they attempt to go through with it. The proceedings cause multiple characters to drop off. The Frat Aliens get eaten by an alien babe, the Brownie Monsters get executed via firing squad, etc. The final confrontation finally does happen. I’m happy to report that the Aqua Teens come out on top. Thank god.

The whole episode was pulled off due to Jay Edwards’ organizational skills: in the commentary he describes that despite the intricate and tedious work that had to go into this episode that it still came together relatively quick thanks to them keeping an extensive animation library. The ability to recycle all those characters easily meant that this episode could actually happen. Also mentioned is that it took about a month to record this one, seeing as how it involved calling back a lot of guest voices. It’s amazing how stacked this one is. I always assumed that maybe they wrote all of these in advance of recording them so they were able to just record this episode piecemeal.

This one is real funny, and not only crammed with references to previous episodes, but there’s one very notable reference to the Adult Swim message board where Mooninite 1 (NOTE: I despite having to look up his name to spell it correctly that I’m now just adopting his designated title in the Schooly D Mooninites song instead) revels in his non-invite to the Plutonians, claiming “Plutonians are teh suck”. That’s a reference to a post on the adult swim message board where somebody wrote “anime is teh s uck” (a space between the s & u in “suck” because that was the only way to circumvent the swear filter on said message board). This phrase was merchandised onto t-shirts. More about this during EPHEMERA WEEK, which is nipping at our heels. Yikes!

MAIL BAG

I will give you the Master Shake plush for free but you have to promise me is not going to end up in some antifa shithole lol.

I can’t promise that :(

The creepy things Shake says when they first turn on the evil TV are directly from Robert Blakes very spooky character from "Lost Highway".

I didn’t know this! My Lost Highway blindspot has fucked me yet again. I’m simply fucked.

Do you think David Lynch the king of all things weird could make something for Adult Swim that is weirder than Tim and Eric' Bedtime Stories? Also which one of those is your favorite. If you are going to say "Angel Boy" don't bother!

I got this one earlier than the other David Lynch message so please don’t be FUCKING cute mischaracterizing this as a coincidence. Allright? Anyway, I think “Roommates” is amazing, and I love the part where you see Tim’s narcissistic one-man show. That scene is so good and I think of it a lot when I attend open mics. Thanks.

Life's no fun if you are eating pizza on a bun...

Yeah man

Hey there kid, it's me John Lennon of the original Beatles. God has granted me an opportunity to contact one person on Earth from my heavenly perch and I just wanted to say that I think your blog is pretty cheeky and good. We all love to read it up here so keep up the good job. Cheers.✌️

Wow, thanks! I’m sorry that when I was 13 I made a gun finger at your portrait on the wall of the Redding Red Robin and said “BANG BANG!” in a goofy voice. I guess it all simply came out in the wash. From now on, I’ll imagine there IS a heaven thanks to you. Dogs cats and crackerjacks as they say in the UK!

#adult swim #aqua teen hunger force #adultswim2021

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nooneactuallyasked · 4 years ago

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Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 11

Requested: It’s a series, enough said-

Word count: 1,845

Warnings: No that I know of, but please let me know if there is anything!!

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: So, I didn’t intend to have a 3-month break but here we are-

I am so sorry but at the same time I needed to put my mental health, schoolwork and future first, so I’m also not sorry? Anyway, I’m back with a new part so my exams can actually try me- Enjoy! (Can’t remember if I’ve used this gif but who cares)

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

Part 6 here Part 6.5 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Part 9 here

Part 10 here

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Y/N sat on a stool at the counter in Le Paradis du Chanteur, a broom leant against the edge. She played with a pen whilst staring down at blank pages of her notebook, her whole body felt heavy and she couldn’t will herself to do anything, the truth had hit her full force like a bright red truck with flashing neon signs that read ‘Caution! Heartbreak!’. She knew she didn’t love him; it was too soon for that but it didn’t stop the aching feeling of knowing all of her options were really only one option: let him go. No matter how selfish Y/N wanted to be she knew that it wasn’t fair to any of them, she wasn’t heartless or ignorant, she knew what accepting Caleb’s offer would do and she refused to take the easy way out.

She would much rather a future alone and without Reggie in it, knowing that he’s safe and happy than condemn him to a life he never wanted, well afterlife but the sentiment stayed the same. Plus, it wasn’t just Reggie, there was Luke and Alex too and they would have to suffer through the consequences of her choice just as much as Reggie would. It wasn’t fair. Y/N sighed and put the pen down on the paper, her chair scraping against the floor as she got up and walked over to the office, staring at the drawer that withheld her chance, her hope. With a slight sigh, she found the courage to open the it and hold the contract in her hands.

Reggie would rip it for you if he were in the same situation.

So, she did, she closed her eyes and did it.

She ripped it.

A blinding light filled the room, a warm sensation wrapped itself around her fingers, growing until it was so unbearably hot that she dropped the ripped pieces of paper, almost instantly the light faded and the heat from before waned into a fuzzy tingling in the tips of her fingers. Y/N hesitantly opened her eyes and saw the contract on the floor, singed along the rip lines. A dark purple mark was burned into the paper, the lines disintegrated and spread across the paper until there was nothing left but thin streaks of ash on the floor. She did it. She really did it, she let him go. All that was left was to wait until the end of the Friday event and then live out the rest of her life as if she’d never heard of Julie and the Phantoms.

Easier said than done but Y/N was determined. If she could take on an evil ghost magician, she could handle pretty much anything.

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“And that’s kinda what happened, I guess…”

“Y/N, you’re like one of those really cool superheroes whose origin story is like, the saddest but coolest thing of all time: A waitress who was looking for more in her life than just scrubbing tables comes to find she can communicate with ghosts, specifically three incredibly handsome, cool and charming musicians who teach her there’s more to life than work. Then, the bad guy comes in and messes everything up, though we do have to mention he has amazing food at his ghost joint, but because the waitress is so cool, she saves herself and the three ghosts. But the hero always has to have someone die or sacrifice something, like Cal, sad really. The end!”

Y/N slumped, a terrible sludge-like feeling eating her up inside. She had totally forgotten about Cal, assuming the boys hadn’t found Cal a way out, she had pretty much just sacrificed any chance at freedom he would ever get. Sighing, Y/N looked up to meet Reggie’s questioning gaze who quickly turned pale with realisation, “Oh- sorry, I guess that would still be a sore subject, and you know what, I’ll just stop talking now…” She forced out a chuckle which quickly faded into a sad smile, her gaze turning toward the floor “It’s okay, Reggie. I know you didn’t mean it like that, I just wish there was more I could do…I feel useless, like I can’t save him, I can’t even get credible information sources to even start to help him. I just, I wish I could do more.” Y/N let out a breath, looking back up at Reggie, “Sorry, that was a lot, huh?”

Reggie bit the inside of his cheek, his brows furrowing, “I just had an idea, I’m not sure if it would work but it’s the best I’ve got.” Y/N’s eyes widened, “Well anything is better than nothing, I’m all ears.”

“Right, so when we performed at the Orpheum we were marked by Caleb, we would either have to join him or disappear for probably forever. After the show we went back to Julie’s garage and she hugged Luke, they started it glowing, it was really weird but awesome too, and so we joined in and we glew, glowed? Glowed, glew? Whatever, we did it too and the marks just disappeared. What if she could do that for Cal? Sorry it’s the best I have, I’m not all that great at-” Y/N wrapped her arms around him in the tightest hug she could muster, “You’re a genius, thank you so much!” Reggie chuckled awkwardly, “It might not even work, and even if it did, I wouldn’t have done anything much to help, it’d be all Julie.” She shook her head, a slightly watery smile on her face, “Leather Boy, you’re the humblest person I know, and that’s probably not a good thing. You’ve helped me so much; you’ve done so much more than I ever could, I don’t think I would even have had the courage to rip the contract if it weren’t for you. Thank you so much, Reggie. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Thanks, Diner Gal, that means a lot.” She grinned, desperately trying to get rid of the depressing atmosphere, “Everything I say means a lot, Leather Boy, it’s what happens when you reach your peak as the edgy, ‘not like other girls’ girl in middle school; everything you say becomes wisdom.” He slowly nodded, a small, confused smile plastered on his face, “I’ll pretend I know what that mean s and go ask Julie later after I’ve convinced her to help Cal, see you, Diner Gal.”

“Right back at you, Leather Boy.”

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Y/N tied some balloons together before attaching them to a weight and strategically placing them around, okay she was just putting them down randomly but whatever, who needs strategy when you have a night full of music and, hopefully, possession free Cal’s in the near future.

“Wow, this is really starting to take shape. Love the balloons, I do hope they don’t pop whilst we’re performing though.”

She spun around to face the group behind her, “Hey, Firecracker, good to see you. And of course, I can’t forget, Leather Boy, Lover Boy, Boomer and my favourite marketing team, how are you all?”

“Great, it’s nice to see you again since Reggie’s been keeping you all to himself.”

“I have not! You and Luke are just busy pretending to write lyrics when you’re actually staring into each other’s eyes and Alex is with Willie pretending he’s gonna learn to skate when he’s actually just gushing over Willie.”

“Uh…” The mentioned parties turned as bashful as the Disney dwarf whilst Y/N and Flynn doubled over in laughter at their expressions.

“Man, Jules, what did he say back to mad you that flustered?”

“Don’t talk to me or I’ll egg your house.”

“Hey, I didn’t even go through with it, I don’t get why you’re still mad about it.” Both girls glared at each other for a second before bursting out in a second bout of laughter. Y/N turned to Reggie with an amused expression, “This is your fault, you know that, right?” A sheepish smile crosses his lips, “I realise that now, yeah.”

“Good, I was just checking.”

“Anyway, Y/N, Reggie was telling us about some ghost magician troubles you may or may not have, how can I help?” Y/N nearly cried in relief, there was a chance she was getting her self-appointed uncle back, “Uh, if you know how to get rid of Caleb’s mark that would help, from what I’ve been told that’s how he gets control or least has influence; since he can be outside of Cal’s body it’s probably less possession and more influence or control, if you get what I mean.” Julie nodded along, a thoughtful look on her face, “Yeah, I tried reading up on what happened more but most of it was just people trying to make a buck of off other people’s desperation…Actually, hey, Alex? Do you think you could get Willie this short notice?” He shrugged, “Maybe, I’ll see if I can get him, see you guys in a minute.”

Immediately after Alex poofed out Luke started grumbling, “Not even a question as to why, just so desperate to see his boyfriend…” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I bet you’re the same with your dearest Julie though, aren’t you, Lover Boy?”

“Tell that to Reggie.”

“Okay, setting up time, positions everyone!” Flynn flitted around, ushering the air into different positions before pushing Y/N and Julie to different ‘awesomeness-in-progress stations’

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After about 15 minutes of blowing up balloons, hanging up bunting and banners and moving tables away from the enlarged performance area, Alex finally returned with Willie. “Took you long enough, jeez.”

“Okay, Romeo, I’ll remember that for next time, but let’s focus on saving Cal and tonight’s performance, yeah?” Willie quickly stepped in, “Hey, I’m Willie, Alex told me about you guys. Julie and Y/N, right?” His gaze turned to Flynn who was sorting through a pile of ribbons on the floor, “Can the other lifer see me? Or is that a no-go?” Julie smiled, “Nice to officially meet you, and no, she can’t see you, but she does know you’re here since I dragged her into this mess, so if she randomly starts talking to air or addressing you please try to ignore my loveable and not at all exasperating best friend.” Flynn looked up form the pile and flashed a smile at Julie, “That’s me! I’m also the only one setting up right now? Come on, guys, there’s still an event on tonight.”

“Right, I still have to set up light, sound, make copies of the setlist and make sure all of our performer’s resting spaces are prepared. Not to mention getting the staff ready. Would it be okay if I did those while you discuss? I’ll be here for the main event; I just have a lot to do.” Julie laid a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, “Relax, we got this. You sort out the diner, I’ll fill you in later.” She received a tired smile in return, “Thanks, Firecracker. It was nice meeting you, Willie. I’ll see you guys in just a bit.”

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thewineabout · 5 years ago

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It’s for the birds!

This is my @stetersecretsanta 2019 gift for @spookubee I hope you like it and that it checks some of your boxes!!

Find it on A03

Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski G for General!

Peter glares the entire time his neighbors are moving in, peeking through his front curtains at the shouting and the obnoxious laughter. There’s two of them, they look like fresh out of college babies, and the prospect of house parties and late night car door slamming is enough that Peter already hates them.

This neighborhood wasn’t for infants, it was refined, small houses and quiet people that had no interest in each other’s business. No one put up obnoxious decorations for Halloween or Christmas. The wildest thing on the block was Mrs. Fieldsburg’s floral painted mailbox.

Trucks, vans, and cars, a stream of people, clearly friends helping with the move, show up all day. Peter complains to his succulents and uses it as an excuse not to get any of his work done.

After all, how could he focus on ripping apart manuscripts fairly if he was already in such a bad mood? And Cora had been clear he needed to ease off or they weren’t going to have any authors left for him to criticize.

Instead, he finds a reason to work on his front yard and keeps an eye on the new nuisances.

He learns their names are Scott and Stiles, based on the yelling, and it’s the first place they’ve ever rented together. The one with floppy hair, Scott, keeps shouting about their first yard, and their first real mailbox, and their first stove. The last bit has Peter squinting a little behind his sunglasses.

The Stiles one doesn’t shout as much, but his laughter is loud and impossible to ignore. Peter doesn’t hate the sound but maybe that’s just because when he finally gets to see Stiles’ make it, he notices how stunning he is. A mile of pale skin, a plush mouth and an enchanting abandon when he’s got his head tipped back and his hand clutching over his belly as he cackles.

“Hey,” Peter hears from his left, beyond the fence as he’s watering the flower box hanging under his living room window. “We just moved in, obviously,” Stiles is calling and he’s got himself leaned on the little white fence that separates their yards. “I’m Stiles and that-” there’s a pause and then Stiles is whipping his head around to point out Scott who is putting out a chair on their porch. “That’s Scott.”

Peter pauses, having released the trigger on his garden sprayer, and looks first over Stiles and then up at Scott who is currently fussing with the positioning of the small matching table for the chair.

“You’ve got a killer yard, maybe you could give us some tips, we want to get some planting done. We’re supposed to maintain the front and back as part of our neighborhood agreement, but man, neither of us have ever kept a plant alive, you know?” Stiles is still chatting, fingers fidgeting on the edge of the fence and his weight shifting. He doesn’t look nervous, but Peter can practically taste his energy, his heartbeat quick. The excitement of the move, probably.

“Peter Hale,” he offers with a gesture of his hand. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Peter finishes watering his flower box and then starts walking with the hose, coiling it as he goes around his arm. “But, if you’d like, I could give you a few tips once you’re settled in.”

“Serious? That’d be awesome, yeah, maybe you could show me what you did with yours? I can kinda see it from our back porch but you’ve got that big tree,” Stiles makes a vertical gesture to indicate the tree and puts a hand in front of it flat and side ways to show their fence. As if Peter doesn’t know exactly what he’s talking about.

“The last owner of your house agreed to maintain the branches that hang over your side,” Peter says as he walks a bit closer, nearly at the side of his house, and drops the hose where it belongs before he’s approaching the fence.

“The privacy it offers has been a selling feature,” Peter smirks a bit and then settles against his fence with a propped hip. The thing is only waist high, more a divider and a quaint aesthetic than a real barrier.

Stiles nods at him and leans over more, hands on the edge of the fence and his foot coming up between the posts to rest on the connecting wood. The toe of his ked officially in Peter’s yard.

“Yeah he warned us not to go chopping branches down willy-nilly,” Stiles says and looks over at Peter. His gaze seems to pause and wander; Peter smirks under the attention.

A scuffle from the porch draws Peter’s to look over to Scott scraping the furniture across the boards as he repositions it.

When he looks back, he lets his gaze drag down Stiles’ neck and over the tee shirt and thin plaid he’s wearing. There’s smudges of dirt and paint on him, his clothes and his arms where the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows; forearms barely tanned with an obvious cord of muscle and a dusting of dark freckles.

Looking back up Peter smirks, Stiles’ eyes have rounded out and he’s staring before he twitches himself away from the fence and rubs his hands off on his shirt front. If he wasn’t turning pink at the collar Peter would think he was offended.

“I should finish up, we really want to get the furniture set up today,” Stiles’ hands come up and he’s waving them, fingers tight and spread and held in front of his chest. “It was nice to meet you, Peter, I - we should talk again. About the yards. Gardening.” He’s backed up and Peter watches him get to the stone path that leads to his porch.

“Feel free to stop by,” Peter calls after him with a deeper smirk and a last look before he’s turning and walking across his grass to his porch. He pauses at his front door to look over and catches Stiles peeking back at him before the blush becomes noticeable on fair cheeks and he darts into his house.

Maybe they won’t be the worst neighbors after all.

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Peter sees a lot of Stiles in the few weeks after he moves in. Never for very long. It’s often a wave across the fence. Occasionally it’s a quick chat about local eateries or places to buy organic pumpkin seed butter.

Stiles grins at him when they, by absolute chance, go outside to collect their mail at the same time each morning. It’s neighborly, friendly, Stiles is loud and charming but always on his side of the fence.

He crosses it on a Tuesday morning and when Peter answers his short rapid burst of knocking. Stiles is holding a bag of gourmet bird seed with a mild pink crawling up his jawline and his feet shifting on the porch wood.

“You were telling me about the bird feeders in your backyard, and I thought, you know, I never brought over baking or something. Scott’s mom said we were supposed to bring something around to the neighbors but everyone else around here…” Stiles’ face pulls down and he shrugs one shoulder.

“Keeps to themselves?” Peter suggests with a smirk, as if he hadn’t spent his years on this block ignoring every other neighbor he’s had.

Stiles nods vigorously and switches the plastic sack of bird food over to his other arm so he can gesture with his right hand. “We tried, you know. We were going to do the loop, and the house with the ugly puke green trim accused us of trying to give them,” his eyebrows dip and his voice lowers, “brownie-brownies.”

Peter snorts and leans into his door frame, more fascinated by the way Stiles moves when he’s agitated than the story. The house with the ugly puke green trim also turns their lights off on Halloween so Peter isn’t that surprised.

“As if people are going around giving that shit away for free,” Stiles snorts back at him and then he’s hoisting up the bag at Peter who has to take it or let it hang awkwardly in his door frame.

“My birds will be delighted,” Peter says as he looks down at the bag, a heavy mix of nuts and seeds and corn. It’s not the fine blend he usually fills his feeders with, but he appreciates the gesture, perhaps his birds will as well.

“Yeah? Good,” Stiles smiles, the edges soft, it’s disarming.

“Did you want to see the garden?” Peter asks suddenly, brows up as he hoists the seed back to his hip.There’s a sharp uptick in Stiles’ heartbeat, it’s loud and flattering; Peter can’t help the way his teeth peek out when he grins at him and then gestures out the door.

“Yeah, I mean, I’d love to,” Stiles chimes and he’s fussing with his hoodie pocket, tangling his fingers with something he’s stored inside. He glances behind him and then takes a step back with a sharp chirp of alarm when Peter is stepping out of his house and he nearly doesn’t get out of the way in time.

Peter pauses to watch him, bending to hook his finger in the heel of each of his shoes to slide his feet fully into them. “Come on around back,” he says as he breezes by down the steps and around the side of the house. The sound of a rabbity heartbeat behind him curling something hot in the wolf’s belly.

Stiles follows him down the cobblestone path through the gate to his backyard, leaving it swung open after himself as he’s lead into the garden. He freezes up behind Peter for a moment and his chin angles up as he looks thoughtfully around himself.

“This is really nice,” Stiles gestures wide with both hands before they’re back in his pocket and he’s looking up at the tree that borders their shared fence. “That’s a nice tree.”

Peter turns to look at him, brows pitched at the stilted tone before he sees that Stiles means it. He’s looking up at the tree with something like adoration before his gaze trips around and he’s admiring the rest of the yard.

There’s lilies, sage, and salvia hedging the house. It’s green and lush and spotted with a bird feeder on either side with a fountain in among the penstemon. Peter takes pride in his yard. His raspberry bushes tucked against the far fence, and the raised garden bed with an ornamental rock wall at the back, his hand laid circular patio area with seating and a bbq.

“Dude this is - our yard looks like shit,” Stiles gushes as he’s ducking to touch some of the greenery and then watching as Peter goes to take a nearly empty bird feeder down and fill it with his gifted bird food. “This is an oasis,” his hand flails but he’s moved to pet the bark of the tulip tree. “Literally,” he points to the water fountain that’s trickling quietly in an imitation of a waterfall.

“Thank you,” Peter tries not to sound like he’s preening, but he’s preening, mouth turned up and his shoulders a little more rolled back as he comes down off the low garden wall, having set the bird feeder back on it’s designated tree branch. “I spend a lot of time outside.”

“So do I but I’m struggling to keep the grass alive,” Stiles whines, his hand up and in his hair as he looks around and not so subtly smiles at the bird feeder.

“Maybe I could lend you a hand,” Peter offers as he goes to put the bird seed in his locked storage bin, checking the seal with his finger once he’s closed it again. “Before you kill a dozen plants attempting it yourself.”

There’s a pause for an indignant gasp that’s as fake as Stiles’ scowl, his scent warm and sweet, with a strong dash of hazelnuts. Though, Stiles’ always smells like hazelnuts, even from across the fence.Hazelnuts and something peculiar that he can’t quite place yet.

“I’m going to let that go because I could actually use the help,” Stiles says as he wrinkles his nose up in a way that makes Peter’s chest swoop like it hasn’t in years.

=====

They start work on Stiles’ backyard six days later.

Peter comes for a tour with a disdainful scowl for the dead daisies (how does anyone kill a daisy?) and yellow grass but he leaves Stiles with a list of supplies and suggested plants and they make a date to get things started.

The next few weeks Peter spends his late afternoons split between going across the fence to help Stiles figure out mulch and planting, and arguing with a squirrel that’s recently showed up to raid his bird feeders.

The new seed must have attracted him in. He’s the first rodent that’s dared step foot in Peter’s yard since last year when Derek got drunk at a BBQ and pissed on the tulip tree.

Apparently, this squirrel has no fear of apex predators and is determined to chase away the birds with his ear piercing chirping and the way he stuffs his face with bird food before he’s scampering down the fence.

It becomes a thing.

Peter chases off the squirrel and the squirrel climbs to a branch in the tree he feels safe in and yells down at the wolf. Sometimes Peter catches the squirrel in the bird feeder. Sometimes he catches the obnoxious rodent sunning himself on the garden wall; tail curled over his back and all of his tiny limbs splayed out on the warm stone.

It shouldn’t be so annoying but it was strange to feel laughed at and spited by an animal so far down from him on the food chain. He moves the feeders and hangs them away from the tree branches, on poles instead, and watches the squirrel watching him as he does it.

“You’ll have to find somewhere else to mooch,” he tells the rodent with an irritable growl in his voice. The squirrel whips his tail at him, squawks, and disappears over the fence.

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“It’s starting to look pretty good,” Stiles says a month into their garden work as he sips on a bottle of beer in a brand Peter can’t stand, but has accepted anyway. It tastes like college and urine.

“It is,” Peter agrees. They’ve both got mud under their nails and sweat sticking their shirts to skin. “Still a ways to go, it’ll take some effort to get the bushes in.”

Stiles nods, and rubs the condensation of his bottle across his forehead with a sharp exhale. “But, that’ll be sweet. Free blueberries? Awesome.”

“Don’t expect them to produce much,” Peter warns, again, because he sees how Stiles eyes up the raspberries when he visits his yard. And those bushes are years old and tenacious.

“Worth it.” Stiles nudges his sunglasses better onto his nose along with a smearing of wet dirt. “Hey, and these,” he reaches down from where he’s sitting in his camping chair and rapped his knuckles against the garden knee pads Peter had lent him, “freaking awesome.”

Peter shakes his head mildly and sips his beer, lips pursed as he swallows. “I told you,” he starts and is cut off by Stiles making a throaty noise and waving a hand at him.

“I know-” Stiles’ tongue catches between his teeth when he smiles and he reaches over to clumsily clink his bottle against Peter’s. “Thanks for doing this.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Peter tips his head to look over and offer a returned cheers though it’s not quite as over enthusiastic. Their bottles linger together for a moment, because Peter’s distracted by the moles near Stiles’ mouth and Stiles has frozen solid staring right back.

=====

The squirrel figures out a way to climb up the bird feeders within a week. The tiny monster sits and chirps at Peter whenever the wolf comes out to catch him. It feels like laughter.

“If I wasn’t so suburban, I’d eat you,” Peter speaks to the squirrel as he goes to start his watering routine. The squirrel barks at him but doesn’t bolt away, just continues to pick out what he likes out of Peter’s bird food with tiny paws.

Peter works down the other fence, “I suppose, until I get rid of you, I could call you something.”

There’s a distinct rhythmic scratch as the squirrel climbs the fence and runs along the top, landing himself on a tall post near Peter. He takes out a mouthful of seeds and starts working through them. Littering shells as he goes.

“Irritating rat?” Peter asks, and the squirrel thumps at him, tiny back feet stomping and his tail wagging, “no? Fine.” There’s a pause as he looks up to the squirrel, realizes he’s talking to a squirrel, and scowls. It’s the first time they’ve been this close, just a few feet of space between them.

Peter doesn’t know anything about squirrels, they’re rodents, they’re annoying, but he couldn’t identify the type. This one is red and glossy in the late evening sunlight.

“I still want you out of my bird feeders,” he scolds quietly, in a huff, turning the sprayer over the raspberry bushes. “Little Red.”

There’s quiet chattering, it doesn’t sound agitated and when Peter looks up the squirrel is leaning forward over its front paws to sniff in his direction.

“Now, get out of my yard,” Peter shoos, turning the sprayer on to mist and puffing it a few times in the fluffy rat’s direction.

The squirrel yells at him but darts out of the way down the fence where he continues to bark, and then disappears.

Good.

Peter buys squirrel baffles the next day and clips the cones under his feeders.

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“So, it’s you,” Peter accuses when Stiles’ comes over for dinner after they’ve finally finished tilling and mulching his under window garden space.

Stiles freezes up, eyes turning over to him and his hand paused on its way to his mouth. A handful of hazelnuts visible between his fingers. Peter could smell them when he’d walked in.

“What?” Stiles asks, his voice sounds a little squeaky.

“I keep finding hazelnuts around my yard,” Peter says as he looks over at Stiles and purses his lips.

It was an understatement. He found hazelnuts in his patio furniture, tucked under seat cushions and in the folds of the table umbrella. In the flower pots he kept on the back steps. A few memorable ones on his windowsills.

Stiles glances at his handful of nuts and slowly goes to put them into his pocket. They make a little curve in the hoodie material. “Oh, I-” his tone is quiet, he smells strange and embarrassed.

“I was wondering who was leaving them out for little Red,” Peter continues, quirking his lips and a brow at his dinner guest as he moves the lasagna out from the oven and on to a pot holder. The entire kitchen smells like hot cheese and garlic. “I have a yard squirrel,” Peter elaborates as he snaps off his oven mitts and goes to pour two glasses of Chianti.

“Oh- oh,” Stiles deflates rapidly a hand on his chest which he then flicks out to flap at Peter. “Dude, yeah, I guess that’s me.” He comes around the kitchen island and starts poking into cupboards until he finds plates, bringing down a pair of them.

Peter brings the glasses to his dining table a few feet away and sets them down at opposite place mats. When he turns around Stiles has snagged a knife off the magnetic strip above the coffee maker and is using it on the garlic bread he’s taken out of the warming drawer.

It’s familiar, in that they’ve eaten together plenty of times, though usually it’s light meals sitting around one of their yards. Sandwiches, occasionally a bbq’d burger, casual food and beer. But it’s new to sit down at an indoor table and Peter refuses to be nervous about that.

“Oh my god, it smells so good,” Stiles moans as he’s sampling a piece of bread and then sliding the row of cut pieces onto the cutting board a little nicer. He rolls the foil on the loaf to keep the heat in and then brings the bread to the table. “This is fancy,” he says, shifting his weight and resting a hand on the back of a chair.

“Fancier than frozen pizza and poptarts,” Peter agrees with a snide little tilt to his nose but a warm smile a moment later.

Stiles sticks his tongue out, and then barks a laugh as he scrubs over his hair. “We do actually cook like real adults,” he points out and then takes a seat when Peter sets the lasagna down on a trivet on the table with a knife and a skinny spatula. “You, know, sometimes.”

Peter hums an ‘uh-huh’ of total belief and then takes his own seat after he uses the dimmer switch to take the lighting down to something a little more intimate.They’re not groping in the dark for their forks but it’s not the stark brightness of a friendly meal. The warm glow makes Stiles’ eyes look golden.

“So this is good wine,” Stiles says when he’s sipped his and made a face he can’t hide against the side of the crystal glass.

“It’s better with the sauce,” Peter promises but he’s smirking anyway, reaching over to cut out a few squares from the lasagna and carefully using the spatula to set one onto his own plate. He lifts up a second, holding it carefully as he waits for Stiles to lift his plate up next.

“Thanks,” Stiles says and he shifts in his seat as he brings his food down in front of him and picks up a fork. “I- don’t think anyone’s ever cooked me a whole meal before,” he’s laughing but his neck is turning pink at the edge of his hoodie. “I mean someone like-” he gestures between them.

Peter doesn’t know if he means a friend or something else but he nods anyway.

“You helped,” Peter offers, picking up a piece of garlic bread and setting it on his plate so it’ll absorb some of the oozing sauce.

“Oh yeah, I cut some bread-” Stiles rolls his eyes and his mouth goes tight before he’s skewering his fork in Peter’s direction. “You’re making fun of me.”

Peter nods, mouth curling as he stretches his leg out to bump his socked toes into Stiles’ shin under the table. The leg under his toes jerks and Stiles is kicking him right back before his heel drops back to the floor, and if his toes stay pressed against the arch of Peter’s foot well... he’s not going to say anything about it.

“How was work?” Peter asks, not because he really cares about the woes of the city archives, but because Stiles loves his job.

There’s a pause, while Stiles moans through his first bite of food and startles Peter into fumbling his fork before he starts talking. “Oh man, today was amazing. I came across a death certificate from like a hundred years ago and it said death by wolf in the post office. And I was like, okay what?” He waves his fork around and his brows steeple. “A wolf in the post office?”

Peter raises a brow and makes a circular motion with his bread before he takes a bite out of it.

“So it turns out half the town thought the postmaster was a werewolf and the other half swore he kept one as a pet.” Stiles is grinning like a cat and leaning over the table. “Werewolves,” he repeats but his eyes are sharp enough it makes Peter pause to look at him.

“Fascinating,” Peter says as he reaches for his wine, he swirls it, just for something to look down at before he takes a sip.

Stiles reaches for his own in mirror though he chugs half the glass before he sets it down and wipes his lower lip with his thumb. “Yeah, the kicker is that he actually might have just had a big dog.”

Peter coughs into his wrist and shakes his head when Stiles hand darts out to hover at him. When he catches his breath he laughs and there’s an answering cackle from across the table before they go back to eating.

Stiles keeps talking at him, about how a man in the 70s who tried to elect his pet duck for Sheriff, and how a cult once passed through. He talks through the rest of the meal and Peter listens.

They chat through packing away the leftovers and through the dishes. Stiles only seems to run out of words when they’ve settled on the sofa. Refilled wine glasses in hand, a sparse foot of leather cushion between them; Stiles fiddles with his hoodie sleeves and darts glances over at Peter.

“Thank you for joining me,” Peter says as he leans into his arm rest and studies Stiles’ profile. His heartbeat is so fast, it always seems fast, but now it’s sprinting.

Stiles fingers blanche against his wine glass before he tosses it back and sets it on the low coffee table. “Thank you for having me,” he pauses and swallows, “for dinner,” his hands fidget and wave, “I mean having me over for dinner.”

Peter exhales slowly and sets his own half filled glass down before he’s leaning back and putting an arm across the back of the sofa. “I enjoy our time together,” he murmurs and pauses to reach a hand out and set it on Stiles’ knee. “I hope we can do it again?”

The house is too quiet for a moment as Stiles breath spikes, the sweet spice in his scent rising like steam and then he’s nodding and dropping cool fingers over Peter’s hand.

“I’d really like that,” Stiles squeezes his fingers against Peter’s before he’s wiggling them under and then they’re holding hands.

It should seem childish, but Peter’s stomach does a nervous flop anyway. He glances down at their shared grip as it migrates to sitting on the cushion between them. Stiles’ fingers are long and pale, his own broader and tanned. He draws his thumb slowly across Stiles’ knuckles once and then again, sweeping as they sit in the quiet.

Later, when Stiles leaves it’s with a nervous parting hug that lingers in the doorway. The neighbors would be scandalized. Peter’s delighted, and he draws in a handful of red hoodie to press a light kiss against Stiles’ temple.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Peter whispers and Stiles rubs at his pink cheeks on the walk back across the yard to his own house.

=====

In the following week, Peter finds tiny bright red paw prints along his garden wall with half an abandoned raspberry, a pile of hazelnuts tucked into the crook of his tree branches, and the squirrel baffle on the ground under the bird feeder with very precise chew marks through the clasp.

This tiny creature is besting him. Outsmarting him. Peter’s fuming as he takes the broken plastic baffle out of his garden and he returns to the internet to find something else to dissuade his little Red.

When he tells Stiles about it the next time they’re working in his yard, he laughs, loud and bright, with a sort of mischief that Peter doesn’t understand but wants to taste.

“Maybe he just likes you,” Stiles says over his shoulder at Peter who is sitting on the porch on a camping chair lazily sipping his weak piss water beer.

The new shed they picked out together had been delivered, tucked neatly to the side of the yard. Stiles is sorting out his garden supplies into the fresh shelves with a focused energy Peter’s never seen before.

It’s almost hard to watch. Stiles ducks in and out of the shed seemingly at random, holding a single item at a time to pick a place for. He’s got sheers in his hands now, and a thoughtful look on his face before he zips in to put them upright in a blueberry themed tool caddy Peter had gifted to him.

“I think he’s mocking me,” Peter complains, resting his cheek against his beer bottle, and watching Stiles march a bag of fertilizer, and then a rake, and then a hose attachment, and then a different bag of fertilizer in. “Not afraid of me at all.”

Stiles peeks out of the shed at him and squints, his sunglasses tucked into the front of his obscure tee shirt with a reference Peter doesn’t understand enough to even ask about.

“Do you really want to be scary to a squirrel? Is that really important to you?” Stiles is grinning, the sharp toothed kind that means he’s really delighted.

When he says it so bluntly, Peter does sort of wonder why he’s fighting with a rodent, but he rolls a lazy shrug anyway and grins right back. “Yes, it is.”

The raspberry Stiles blows echoes through the shed and so does the following giggle. Peter rolls his eyes and goes back to watching him pick items at random to store away. He wonders how anyone could tolerate being so chaotic, his own shed was meticulous.

When Stiles is done he’s petting the door of his shed with a satisfied smile and his scent is curling into something spicy and pleased.

“Come see,” Stiles says shyly, tapping his fingers on the shed door as he steps away from it with a gesture.

Peter imagines strewn tools and hides a wince before he climbs off the porch to look. His hand settles lightly on the small of Stiles’ back as he nears. Stiles is warm through his shirt, and he leans a bit into the touch before he looks over and reaches up to hook his elbow up on Peter’s shoulder.

“This is organized,” Peter says blankly after a moment of staring, everything is neatly clumped by use or season, it’s a showroom quality shed. Call Home and Garden. The body under his hand bristles up and Stiles scowls over at him.

“Wow,” Stiles snips, stepping away and back to the deck to the pile of hazelnuts he left on the railing. “I’m totally organized. I’m an excellent organizer.” He looks indignant and chews like it.

The strange smell, Peter has yet to place, intensifies. Musky almost, but clean, and frustrating. Peter braces his hands up in a placating gesture as he looks up at Stiles’ waspish expression.

“Yes, clearly,” he says and comes up to join him on the porch. “I didn’t mean to offend,” Peter can’t help but quirk his brows up because it’s a picky response and he finds it just a little funny.

“You’re very organized, lamb, you did a very nice job of the shed,” he coos it a bit, and goes to tug Stiles closer by his shirt front, soothing the crease between his brows with a warm thumb.

Stiles cracks a moment later, rolling his eyes and grumbling as he reaches around and gives Peter a proper hug; cheek on his shoulder before he’s pulled back to pluck up a few hazelnuts.

“Shut up,” Stiles pinches his side and then goes to pop himself up to sit on the railing.

Peter doesn’t understand his desire to perch himself up five feet in the air and goes back to sit in his camping chair.

“We’re almost done for the season,” Peter drinks more of his beer before he abandons it into the attached vinyl cup holder and turns his head to survey the yard. Everything that could be managed was just about done. There’s a pang in his chest as he thinks about losing his time with Stiles.

The bang of rubber sole against wood draws Peter’s attention back up to Stiles who is raising a brow at him, one leg brought up with him so he can rest his arms around a knee.

“You’ll help me with up keep though,” Stiles says, first like he’s testing it and then more firmly, “you wouldn’t want me to kill everything.”

“You’re right, I can’t leave you totally unsupervised.” It really would be a crime to have all this work undone.

Stiles shifts on his perch, “yeah. My garden guide.” His front teeth peek out when he smiles.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Peter agrees with a long look before he’s flinching away from a hazelnut Stiles chucks at his face.

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Four and a half months after Stiles moved in next door and subsequently into his life, they’ve got his yard completely sorted; complete with his own bird feeder and a bird bath with spitting frogs that Peter had set up as a surprise after a trip they’d taken to the gardening store.

Personally, he hated it, but Stiles had adored the stupid thing. He’d named the frogs before he’d seen the price tag and squawked.

They don’t talk about what they are or what they aren’t, and Peter’s alright with that. He’s persistent, he has no qualms against a long courtship.

The only remaining problem is the damn squirrel. Little Red comes by routinely to steal bird food and cache food around. He’s got a nest in Peter’s tree. He chitters when Peter’s working in the garden and scampers off whenever the wolf gets a little too annoyed with him.

Short of actually eating the thing, Peter doesn’t know what else to do, and he’s begrudgingly a little fond of the animal. Not that it stops him from going out in the middle of the night and greasing up his bird feeder poles.

It might not be ethical but the decoy owl Peter had bought had been knocked over and stuffed with hazelnuts and bird food, so really, the little rat deserved it. Peter would not be mocked by an afternoon snack.

He’s not sure it’ll work, considering the apparent intelligence of his backyard pest but sure enough, while Peter’s having his morning coffee on the porch he watches little Red dart across the fence.

The squirrel leaps down and shimmies around the base of the feeder before with a solid jump he grabs for the metal pole and slides around it to fall a half a foot away on the other side. Stunned and bobbling back up to his paws.

Peter has to cover an ear against the explosive chattering that follows as the angry slicked down ball of fur rushes off the garden wall and across the patio stones.

He makes it to the porch before Peter even processes that he’s being charged by a squirrel and thinks to take a step back from the barking creature. It hops up the porch railing and in a blink the oiled fur is replaced by a dark brown cowlick and pinched up features.

“That is not fair. That was mean. I could have broken my neck,” Stiles rants at him, with one hand instinctively cupped over his naked groin and the other gesticulating angrily into Peter’s face.

“Stiles-” Peter starts, blinking slowly at Stiles’ face before the opportunist in him looks down to take in the rest. “Stiles, you’re naked in my yard.”

The words don’t seem to click before Stiles flushes a dark red and looks down at himself and then backwards at the neighbor's fences and then he’s darting forward to let himself into Peter’s house.

“Look I thought, you know, it was fun, I liked - I told you I liked your yard. I bought you bird food! I bought you my favorite bird food!” Stiles is using a kitchen hand towel to hold over himself as he grumbles accusingly. “I thought you were joking about not liking - me?”

Peter chews his lips a moment, holds up a hand, and Stiles falls silent after a few breaths.

“You’re a weresquirrel?”

“You’re a werewolf.” Stiles shrugs at him and then he pauses. “Oh my god you didn’t know! I totally thought you figured it out? Like months ago?”

That shocks Peter enough that he has to set down his coffee mug and raise a hand to rub at his brow. “I’m a werewolf?”

Stiles nods at him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world and then he’s reaching over into a jar of hazelnuts Peter started keeping around for him weeks ago.

“Dude you made a cache in your house for me, I totally thought you knew.” Stiles raises his handful of hazelnuts before the palmful goes into his mouth.

“How did you know about me?” Peter demands trying to recall anything that could have outed him.

There’s a gentle hum from Stiles who waves his hand a bit and swallows. “Dude, relax, I’ve got like a super enhanced sense of you know, predators and danger, and things that could eat me. I’ve known since you introduced yourself.”

They’re quiet for a few moments before Peter sighs, rolls his shoulders, and moves to get down a second coffee mug. “Black, two sugars, sweetheart?” He speaks as he’s already pouring.

Stiles grins at him from across the kitchen and nods before he’s approaching and goes to slide under Peter’s shirt to grip his waist. He hadn’t quite gotten all of the oil off on the towel so it’s a little slick, but he squeezes enough that Peter gets the point and turns around.

“You’re not mad, right?” Stiles asks, nose wrinkled up and his mouth turned down as he studies Peter. Twitching his weight from foot to foot.

It would be silly to be mad, a little embarrassed maybe, but hanging on to that would be pointless. Especially when he’s got Stiles nearly pressed against him like this.

Peter lifts a hand and lets it rest on Stiles’ shoulder, slowly dragging it along his skin until he can cradle the nape of his fragile little neck and pull him in gently. It’s been months that he’s wanted to do this but they’d been dancing around it, playing cat and mouse-- so to speak.

“I’m furious, little Red” Peter breathes with an obvious eye roll before Stiles rushes forward to close the gap.

He tastes like hazelnuts and smells like olive oil and it’s perfect.

#Steter #stiles stilinski #Peter Hale #super domestic fluff (literally fluff)#edited now omg oops

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Rekindle Chapter 9: Ice Skating

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It was late in the afternoon when Marinette began gathering blankets and pillows for Chat Noir’s impending visit. While it was becoming increasingly common for the feline hero to give her a heads up before he arrived, these were usually an hour or two in advance, sent just as he began his patrol. Today was something different, though. He’d asked her to keep her evening free on this specific day a full week ago, which was something he’d never done before.

“No question about it, he’s planning something,” Marinette said as she placed three folded blankets on the couch.

“What do you think it is? There is only so much you two can do here, right?” Tikki nibbled at her cookie as she followed close behind Marinette.

She shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. I’m thinking it’s probably a movie night, but some part of me hopes that he is making something for dinner again. I love his cooking!” Marinette turned to see an odd look on Tikki’s face. “...Did I say something weird?”

Tikki waved her away with her paw and a shake of her head, a faint smile dawning. “Sorry, Marinette. You just reminded me of an old friend. He’s a big fan of food too.” She took another bite from her cookie and her face screwed up in concentration. “I don’t think he’ll be making dinner though.”

Trying not to let her disappointment show, Marinette asked as she searched her hallway closet, “What makes you say that?”

“Because he likes surprising people and if he wanted to make you dinner he would have done it while you were at work. Instead…” Tikki trailed off behind her.

Marinette continued the thought. “...Instead, he asked for me to make sure I had an evening free. What does that willy cat have planned?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, purrincess.” A jolt went through Marinette as she spun around, swinging the pillows in her hands like a deadly weapon. Chat didn’t seem the least bit surprised when they connected with him and he continued as if nothing had happened. “And a hello to you too.” He smiled, his hands behind his back and tail gently swishing back and forth. “Who were you talking to?”

“Myself,” she lied after only a slight hesitation. When he raised an eyebrow at her, she crossed her arms and stared him down. “I kinda had to if I wanted to have any conversation in this house before you started showing up, you know!”

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes when he replied, “I can understand the feeling.” He smiled as he playfully nudged her. “Good thing we have each other then, yeah?”

It was easy to return his smile. “Yeah. At least we’ve got that.” She swallowed heavily as she realized he might have caught sight of Tikki. “So, uh… what did you overhear?”

“Not much, just the part about you wondering what I had planned.” His ears twitched and his smile turned sly. “Why? Did I miss some juicy gossip?”

“No,” she tapped him on the nose, making him go cross eyed for a moment, “but since you were eavesdropping the least you can do is tell me what you’ve got cooked up in that kitty brain of yours.”

He chuckled. “Well, I thought that you’ve been so kind in letting me into your space that it was about time that I let you into mine.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Chat… are you… going to reveal your secret identity?”

To her surprise, he scoffed. “No, that guy is boring. I’m talking about Chat Noir’s space. My favorite places to stop all over Paris!” He grinned. “I’ve had plenty of time to find the best spots in the city, after all. Sound good?”

“Sounds chilly,” she grumbled, which is when her eyes trailed downward to see that he was wearing the sweater she made for him, and then back up to his big, pleading eyes. She sighed in defeat. “Okay, fine. Let me get dressed for the weather and we can head out.”

“Awesome!” He stood outside the door to her room as she got changed, talking enthusiastically about how he’d timed it so it was warm enough to go out, but also in the middle of the week so there wouldn’t be a lot of people out, especially this late at night. It was both surprising and endearing that he thought this ahead so much. She stepped out while he was still monologuing, and he quieted immediately.

“What?” She put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing, you just look lovely is all.” He blushed and added, “Not that you don’t normally, it’s just I don’t- you-” His ears flattened against his head and he hunched over in defeat. “Never mind.”

Giggling, she patted him on the head in what she hoped was a comforting way. Tonight was going to be interesting, she could already tell.

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When she agreed to being carried bridal style across Paris, she had expected that she would have spent more time pretending to be surprised and amazed at the views that he was showing her. Instead, she was suprised at how much she genuinely enjoyed looking out on the vistas he was showing her, relearning the beauty of the city she had thought she had known so well. Still, there was a nagging doubt in the back of her mind.

As they leaned against the railing in the bell tower of Notre Dame - the one spot of the evening she did know well - she asked him, “Chat? Have you ever shown Ladybug any of this?”

He shook his head. “No, I haven’t. I’d love to, of course, but I don’t think she’d appreciate it.”

That rubbed her the wrong way, but she tried to keep the defensiveness out of her voice. “I’m sure Ladybug would like the view too, you know.”

“Oh definitely,” he replied with a sad smile. “I just don’t think she’d want me there. She might think it would get my hopes up, that it would be too much like a date. Or she’d probably just decline. My Ladybug leads a pretty busy life, you know.”

“I’m sure she’d find time for her kitty…” Marinette trailed off, unsure if she was telling the truth or not. In all honesty, her friends in her civilian life weren’t the only ones she had neglected at times. It was only now that she was realizing that she’d slowly been drifting away from Chat Noir as well. She frantically rummaged through her memories. When was the last time they’d just sat and talked in the masks?

“Don’t be so sure.” He sighed. “I can’t blame her, though. I’m the one that is struggling with taking no for an answer. Maybe if I were stronger I could move on, but…” He shook his head. “Sorry, I meant for this to be fun and not about me complaining.”

After a moment of hesitation, she stepped up beside him and patted his back. “I’d rather help my friend stop being miserable than have fun in ignorance. How ‘bout you tell me all about it?”

Her stomach growled, catching them both by surprised. He laughed, loud and genuine while Marinette pouted at him through her blush.

“Sure, but what if talk over dinner?”

“Are we heading home then?”

He gave her a sly grin. “Not quite.”

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As the waiter left the empty room, lit only by a single light from above and the candles on the table, Marinette could only wonder at what sort of life her partner lead when he went on patrols. Somehow, he’d befriended the owner of this Italian restaurant and now he let him use this extra space whenever Chat wanted to stop by for a meal after hours. Only this time, they’d make special preparations since it was ‘Chat and his plus one.’

“I get the feeling there is a story behind all this,” she said as she leaned forward on the table. A bottle of wine sat on the table, their glasses yet to be filled since Chat had declined the waiter’s offer to fill them.

“Compared to fighting supervillains, it really isn’t interesting,” he replied while opening the corked bottle with his claws. To her surprise, he pulled it off easily. “I stopped the owner from being mugged one night and he wouldn’t let me leave until I promised to visit his restaurant to repay him.” He stopped talking for a moment to fill their glasses halfway. “I try to pay him for the occasional dish, but he always refuses.”

“So then you decided to set all this up for our outing today? Seems a bit much, even for you.”

He actually seemed embarrassed as he ducked his head and blushed. “I didn’t have anything to do with this.” He put his hand on his heart while taking a sip of the wine. “Cat’s honor. I just wanted a meal since I figured we’d get hungry. Velio was the one that did all this,” he gestured to the high-class set up of their table.

“Velio? Is that the owner?” Chat nodded. “Hm… I see.” She took a sip from her glass. “So what do you want to talk about? I think we were on the topic of Ladybug earlier.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather talk about something else.”

She reached out to take his hand in hers. “Trust me when I say I understand completely. I’ve been there - I’m still there. We can’t change what we’ve done, and how we’ve done them. But we can do our best to move on, right?” Inside the comfort of her own mind she wondered - was she talking to Chat, or herself?

Slowly, he nodded. “Yeah, I suppose so. It just… for so long, I’ve felt like she was the one, you know?” His eyes gleamed with unshed tears. “It's hard to just move on from a whole life that I’ve built up with her in my head. Especially knowing how me pushing so hard for it might have been what destroyed it.”

How could she answer that without outting herself as Ladybug? How could she reply that she would've given him a chance if it weren't for Adrien? Instead, they sat in silence. For a few minutes, there was nothing else to be said that they didn’t both already feel. Still holding hands tightly, they let a few tears escape and simply basked in the understanding that they both understood each other perfectly - perhaps the first time Marinette had felt that with anyone beyond her kwami in a long time. When they heard the waiter approaching, they quickly dabbed at their eyes and pulled back their hands, pretending that everything was fine as he delivered their meals.

Their talk didn’t stray back into heavy territory, but then it didn’t need to. Both were content just to chat with each other over a well cooked Italian meal - a meal which Marinette noted was suspiciously like the one that Chat had made for her birthday. Maybe she could convince Chat to bring her here more often, or at least bring take out from here more often.

And if that meant she got to share more dinners with Chat Noir, well, she certainly wouldn’t complain.

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There was one last stop Adrien had wanted to make before taking Marinette home, but he needed to wait until it was dark enough to ensure their privacy.

He landed at the ice skating rink and she raised an eyebrow, still latched onto his neck as he cradled her in his arms. It had been a little awkward at first, being so close together, but it wasn’t like they were strangers to physical contact. The many times they’d fallen asleep on each other during a movie marathon attested to that. Besides, although it wasn’t as cold as it had been in the last few weeks, it was still chilly enough that a little extra body heat went a long way. Especially since it was clear she didn’t like the winter weather in the least.

A lot like someone else he knows...

“I don’t know about this, kitty. I’m not exactly graceful.” Marinette brought him out of his thoughts as he set her down, pushing aside strange coincidences that were lining up in his head. “And besides, isn’t this place closed for the night?”

Adrien grinned. “Normally, it is, but thankfully I have connections.”

“What’d you do this time? Save their cat from a tree?”

“No, I rented it for an hour and paid extra to rent it at night.” The honesty caught Marinette off her guard, but instead of being touched, she smacked him on the arm. “Hey, what was that for?”

“How much did you spend?! You shouldn’t be going around blowing your money on me like this, you ridiculous cat!” Despite her words, she was smiling, though there was a little worry in her eyes.

“A gentlecat never spends and tells.” She didn’t need to know it had cost three hundred euros, even after a superhero discount. He could easily afford it, after all.

“That’s not a saying.”

“It is and you’d know that if you spent more time around gentlecats,” he took her by the hand and dragged her towards the locker rooms. “Now come on, there are some shoes and gloves this way.” He looked back at her playfully. “And maybe some pads if you are really feeling clumsy.”

She huffed, but didn’t argue. “...Fine. But you better not let me fall!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, purrincess.”

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Chat left her seated on the benches as he ducked into the back to grab them their gear, leaving Marinette alone with her thoughts for a few moments. It had been a strange night so far. But strange hadn’t been bad. Sailing through Paris through the strength of her partner rather than her own power had been hard to get used to, but it was exhilarating once she was. Visiting the spots that Chat had discovered when he was supposed to be patrolling. And he promised that there was more where those came from, if she wanted to try this again.

She had told him maybe, but what she had wanted to say was yes, absolutely.

“Here you go,” Chat appeared beside her, passing her a bag of equipment as he took a seat beside her. He held the shoes in his hands and asked, “Do you think Ladybug would be mad at me if I used my frost powers to skip putting on these?”

“I think that would be an abuse of power. I can’t imagine Ladybug would think otherwise.”

Laughing, he replied, “Yeah, you’re probably right. She always viewed this,” he flexed his claws on the hand that his ring was on, “as more of a duty or part time job.”

“Really?” While he wasn’t wrong, Marinette was surprised. “What do you see it as?”

He stopped trying to leverage his boots off as he considered her question. His response left her stunned.

“An escape.”

Before she could question it, he’d managed to pop the boot off with a victorious shout, quickly replacing it with a warm sock and ice skate. It reminded her that she hadn’t even gotten started and she rushed to catch up, still pondering the implications of Chat’s reply. She knew he didn’t have a great home life, but could fighting supervillains and risking his life really be better than what he had before? While she started working on the pads, he glanced down at her boots and knelt down to untie them.

“Uh, Chat, what are you doing?”

“No offense, purrincess, but that knot was going to come undone really quick.” He looked up at her with a grin. “I’m purrfectly happy to catch you when you fall tonight, but even so I’d like to keep it to a minimum.”

She grumbled, but let him redo the lacing and knots. This was the first time she’d gone ice skating in almost ten years, after all, and he seemed to know what he was doing. Soon enough and she was taking her first wobbling steps on the ice, Chat skating along beside her as if he belonged there. Watching him move so effortlessly required her to take her eyes off what she was doing, though, and suddenly the ice was rushing up to meet her. As she screwed her eyes shut and waited for the impact, a pair of strong arms caught her

As he set her back on her feet, he smiled gently “Here - take my hand and we’ll do a few laps around the rink. That should help you get your bearing.”

With some trepidation - she had some pride, after all - she took his hand and felt herself being pulled slowly along the edge of the rink. One hand in Chat’s and the other along the barrier, she spent most of her time focused on their movement and staying on two feet. After a couple laps, they drifted away from the wall, but she still had her Chat Noir lifeline. She became comfortable enough to take her eyes off the ground and start enjoying how she was gliding across the ice.

Even then, she didn’t let go of Chat’s hand. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when her legs began to ache and wobble. Maybe he could sense her fatigue, or maybe he was starting to get exhausted too, but either way, he lead them to the benches and they got out of their gear.

Taking off her safety pads, Marinette said with a chuckle, “With you around, I don’t think I needed these. I’ll remember that for the next time.”

Chat Noir looked over at her in surprise, which quickly shifted to a pleasant smile. “So there will be a next time, then?”

“Well,” she said while undoing Chat’s knots, “it doesn’t quite beat a movie marathon or home cooked Italian, but a change of pace is nice, don’t you think?”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” he laughed.

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Not long after, Marinette was back home and under her sheets. From what Adrien had noticed with her barely being able to keep her eyes open, she would probably be out cold already. He stopped for a moment to look back into her cozy apartment, one foot on the windowsill and one foot inside her space.

“Good night, Marinette.”

And then he was gone.

#MarichatMay2019 #Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Chat Noir #Marichat #Tikki #ml fanfiction #my writing #Rekindle

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thundersstruck · 5 years ago

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Mob ties- Auston Matthews AU

A/N: well hello! This is an alt. universe fic based on the weirdest fucking dream I’ve ever had... next to one where all of my friends and I were fish hooks characters. Anyways it’s gonna be epic and possibly a series and in third person POV like a normal book I gusss. It’s also loosely based on the song mob ties by drake I’m also changing it to where they all live in Toronto and they’re all in high school

Masterlist of normal writings not based off of my weird ass dreams

Requested: uhh by my brain ig

Warnings: swearing, blood, killing, fluff (?) angst, the usual bullshit also mature themes...

Word count: 1769

Gif credit: @anzekopistar

Enjoy!!

(Y/N)'s life was perfect. Perfect grades, perfect house, perfect family, perfect everything, that is until Auston walked into her life and changed it all. Between Auston's I'm only here for the good times attitude and mob ties he hid, her life would never be the same perfect life she had when she fell for him.

(Y/N) sat in the busy cafeteria, listening to music and looking to see where her next class was when a voice spoke up from in front of her. "What's a pretty girl like you doing alone in a place like this?" The voice asked as (Y/N) brought her eyes up to a talk, built boy with beautiful brown hair and eyes. "Trying to get an education I suppose" she responds taking her earbuds out, giving the boy her full attention. "You must be new here, I'm Auston." He says sticking his hand out to have her shake it, (Y/N) extends her hand towards his and shakes his hand, it's oddly soft yet strong, but it was almost as if he was afraid he was going to break her hand. "I am, in fact new here, I just moved from Quebec. I'm (Y/N) by the way." She smiles. He smiles back and helps her up "come sit with me and my friends, were cool I promise." He says with a wink and butterflies erupted in (Y/N)'s stomach. "Sure thanks that sounds nice." She says as he guides her to the table full of boys. They come to a stop at a table full of boys built just like Auston. "Let me introduce you to everyone. Everyone this is (Y/N) she's new and now she's part of our crew." Auston says and the group nods. "So this is Mitch, my ride or die, Freddie, Naz, and the three blonde brothers aka Willy, Kappy and Willy's actual brother Alex, oh and you've got Morgan but we call him Mo and uhh yeah that's kinda it." He says looking over at (Y/N) with a small smile "Hi guys" (Y/N) says quietly. "Hey Aus how'd you snag this girl she's a beauty, definitely too smart for you." Mitch chirps at Auston, a wave of anger and shock washes over Auston, "listen Mitchell, first off we have chem together and second, it's called being nice, that comment right there is the exact reason you're still chasing Steph. Five years later." Auston says crossing his arms as everyone laughs and Mitch starts pouting. (Y/N) hides a laugh as she sits down in one of the open seats next to Morgan and Auston sits on the other side of her. The group makes small talk but (Y/N) just listens to the conversation glancing at Auston until he hands her his phone. "Give me your number, so we can ya know talk" He says and she accepts the phone and types in her number. He sends her a text and her phone bings. “It’s Aus the boss” the text read and then another came through “are you busy tonight?” It says and (Y/N) is quick to respond “I literally just moved here and have no friends so yes yes I am free” she smiles as he responds back “wanna hangout?” The text reads “like a date?” She responds as a light blush dusts her cheeks. “Yes like a date, so I’ll meet you out in the parking lot after school?” He sends back “sounds great :)” he says looking up from her phone towards Auston. “Are you two in your own world or something jeez participate in the conversation.” Willy says “Say (Y/N) whats your favorite pizza topping?” Willy asks her “um pepperoni” she answers puzzled. “Thoughts on pineapple on pizza?” Mo asks “ew no who does that?” She responds making a face of disgust. “Atta girl, she can stay.” Alex says. The bell rings and the group gets up. “Hey I have class down the hall from you so let me just walk you to class.” Auston says striding next to (Y/N) to keep up with her. “That would be nice thank you.” (Y/N) smiles at him. The pair walk up the stairs and a group of boys give (Y/N) looks, looks that we’re almost like they were undressing her with their eyes, and Auston sees it too. He quickly grabs her hand and the boys stop staring. “Thank you.” Shes says quietly as they reach (Y/N)’s class “you’re welcome, no girl should be looked at like that, especially since you roll with me now.” He says with a smile, he quickly bends down and kisses her cheek and whispers “I’ll see ya later ok?” Before running down the hall to his class before the bell rings.

The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough. (Y/N) struts into the cold Toronto air clad in here blue Maple Leafs sweatshirt, skinny jeans and converse. She quickly spots Auston leaning against the hood of a black Camero. “There you are!” He exclaims looking up from his phone and opening up his arms, throwing them around her. His embrace is warm and smells like sandalwood and vanilla. “This is gonna sound crazy weird but um you smell like vanilla and it’s nice” He says into the hug, swaying a bit before letting go. “Coco Chanel, my dad bought it for my birthday.” She says with a smile, “well I like it so you should keep wearing it.” He says with a wink while unlocking the car. The pair get into the car and pull out of the parking lot, the hum of the car fills the silence until Auston starts talking. “So my family is out of town this weekend so you really never have to go home if you want.” He says putting his hand on (Y/N)’s leg, giving a light squeeze and then a small smile before looking back at the road. “Let me text my mom hold on” (Y/N) says while composing a text to her mom. Shortly after sending it she gets a response, “that’s fine with me honey just make sure to check in with us. Have fun!” The text says. “My mom said it’s cool, since I said I’m staying at a friends house.” (Y/N) smirks and looks at Auston as he pulls into the driveway of a huge home, with a gate that closes the driveway in. “Wow ok, you literally live in a mansion.” She says in awe. “I wouldn’t say that but okay I guess.” Auston says parking the car and getting out to open (Y/N)’s door. “Wow chivalry isn’t dead.” (Y/N) giggles.

They spend the evening watching movies and eating pizza while laughing about childhood stories. They’re pulled close to each other at the end of the night and share a sweet kiss that causes butterflies in both of them. “I think I could get used to this.” Auston says “me too.” (Y/N) smiles at him.

Days turn into weeks and the weeks quickly become a month and a half and a half. What (Y/N) doesn’t realize is this is where shit gets deep.

“Guess who?” Auston says wrapping his arms around (Y/N)’s waist while she puts books in her locker. “Mm is it my loving and wonderful boyfriend?” She asks spinning around to face him. “Why yes yes it is.” She says as he pulls out a bag from his backpack. “What’s this?” She asks taking the bag from him. “Just something special, for being the best person ever.” Auston says his hands still on her waist as she opens the box that was inside the bag. Inside the box was a beautiful necklace with a lion charm and a crown on it. “Aus, it’s beautiful.” (Y/N) says taking it out of the box and handing it to Auston to put it on her. “I’m gonna wear it forever.” She says kissing him. “I’m glad you like it.” He says kissing her again before pulling away, “so wanna hang out tonight?” He asks with his signature smile. “Obviously.” She says with a giggle.

*time jump because I wanna get to the good shit*

Auston and (Y/N) were parked outside of Willy’s house but instead of going in they currently had other plans. (Y/N) was straddled across Auston’s lap passionately making out with him and grinding down on his lap. “Jesus (Y/N)” Auston groans “sorry. I’m impatient.” She says in between kisses. “I get that but like I don’t wanna go into will’s house post cumming in my pants that’s so awkward” Auston says grabbing her waist and pulling him closer to him. “Later then?” She says with a devilish grin, he places a kiss on her lips that’s rough and passionate. “Most definitely.” He says while getting a text from Freddie. “I have to go in, I’ll be right back, stay here.” He says while getting out of the car and strutting towards Will’s front door and the disappearing. After a few minutes (Y/N) got bored and decided to go into the house and get Auston. She creeps into the house and sees the boys and hears them whispering. Soon there’s yelling and footsteps towards where she is, so she makes a break for it, slipping in a puddle of what she hopes is water on the way. Making it outside out of breath, in the light of the streetlight (Y/N) realizes she didn’t slip in water, she slipped in blood and now it’s all over her hands, jeans and sweatshirt and the soles of her shoes. Fear takes over her body and she’s instantly crying and shaking. Auston comes out and sees her standing by the car and fear, panic and worry washes over him. “What happened?” He asks coming over to her, “I told you to stay in the car, why didn’t you listen, I don’t want you mixed up in this shit.” He whisper yells “who’s blood am I covered in?” Shes asks quietly. “(Y/N)... did you go in the house?” He asks her as her eyes fill with fear “hey I’m not gonna yell at you just tell me ok.” He reassures and she nods. “Oh god, just get in the car ok, everything is gonna be fine okay, we’re gonna go back to my house.” He says opening the door and helping her in, buckling (Y/N) up before running over to his side and starting the car, speeding off.

#hockey #nhl #toronto maple leafs #auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #hockey imagines #not hockey #but kinda hockey #nhl imagines #thundersstruck masterlist #auston matthews au imagine

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cerastes · 6 years ago

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With all these Belmonts, is there a concise family tree?

Concise, yeah, though not all the details are filled, and some stuff has been left open-ended or simply not enough information was given. The traditional timeline’s canon Belmonts, and their tree, is as follows:

The short answer is Leon -> Trevor -> Christopher -> Soleiyu -> Simon -> Juste -> Richter -> Julius.

The long answer is

Leon Belmont (Lament of Innocence): The earliest known Belmont who went into a vampire fortress alone and unarmed to beat the absolute crap out of whoever it is that kidnapped his wife in the year 1094. A baron who was widely believed to be the strongest knight in Europe, he started the Belmont Clan’s tradition of killing vampires and respecting women. Quotes of his include “I’ll kill you and the night!” and “Mark my words, from today on, I and all my descendants will not give you peace! The Belmont Clan will hunt the night!” which proves that people named ‘Leon’ in PS2 era games are just treasure troves of quotes, and not small time. Actually didn’t fight Dracula! He did best Death, though. He was engaged with Sara Tantroul, but during the Mess that happened during Leon’s adventure, as she was dying, she infused her soul with the Whip of Alchemy, turning it into the Vampire Killer. This means that every Belmont is practically swinging their great great great grandmother at Vampires to beat the utter piss out of them and she couldn’t be happier. Leon later married an unknown woman, which I hope wasn’t too awkward for his now Whip Wife.

Trevor Belmont (Castlevania III and Curse of Darkness): Almost 400 years pass, and in 1476, Trevor becomes the first Belmont to defeat Dracula, alongside future wife Sypha Belnades (a powerful spellcaster from the magic-focused Belnades Clan) and close friends Alucard (that Alucard, Dracula’s son) and Grant Danasty (a noble thief from Wallachia), and then assists a Devil Forgemaster that defected from Dracula’s service named Hector (a very strong and good boy) kill Dracula after Bad Vlad resurrected prematurely. Although an incredible warrior proud of his skills, he is also cautious, and kind of a rude jackass but he has a heart of gold. Has a REALLY good boss theme for when you have to fight him. He also starts in the Castlevania Pachislot game, which has a soundtrack too good for a fucking pachislot game, what the hell.

Christopher Belmont (The Adventure and Belmont’s Revenge): Around a hundred years later, in 1591, Dracula resurrected tougher than ever. Luckily, Christopher Belmont, great-grandson of Trevor, was lifting pretty much every day, so he went and clowned on Dracula. He was very happy about this, and he also very happy that 15 years after this fight, Soleiyu Belmont, his son, was coming of age as a Vampire Hunter. He was going to give him the Vampire Slayer, as per tradition, to make him the main Belmont, BUT THEN, Dracula, the tricky willy, HADN’T ACTUALLY DIED from the fight with Christopher, and had just been left very very weak, but due to this, he couldn’t do anything, so he possessed Soleiyu to recover his power, which Christopher DIDN’T LIKE, so he went at him again. After defeating his son Soleiyu in a duel and freeing him from Bad Vlad’s influence, he went and beat Dracula SO HARD that he did die this time, and for a while at it.

SIMON FUCKING BELMONT (Castlevania, Simon’s Quest, Super Castlevania IV, Harmony of Dissonance, and Chronicles): THE LEGEND HIMSELF. Simon Belmont, the hero of the very first game, and thus, the “first” Belmont in that way. Simon grew up hearing stories and legends of his lineage’s finest feats: His ancestor Trevor, his great-grandfather Christopher, even his grandfather Soleiyu, and always felt anxious of whether or not he was worthy of the name Belmont, worthy enough to be in such a kickass family, always wondered if he would be able to stand up to the expectation. A chance to find the answer to that question would come in 1691, when Dracula revived AGAIN, and Simon, age 22, who had spent his whole life training and becoming a monster truck gijinka, went and absolutely fucking eradicated Dracula, just gave him those kind of punches that send you to another side of the map, blew him across his own throne room as if he was on 200% damage in Smash Bros, just pulverized him. Dracula, however, managed to inflict a wound on his back, and he cursed it with his dying breath. The wound never healed, and Simon just kinda accepted that. 7 years pass and Simon’s all bummed out ‘cause he’s gonna die from this one little fuckin’ nick on his back, when a Mysterious Woman tells him “hey, find Dracula’s body parts and burn them to heal your curse” and he was like “sounds good to me”, so he did, assembled the parts, and ended up reviving Dracula, who immediately looked at Simon and went “Oh bother” before Simon unleashed the mother of all beat downs on him, tore him apart AGAIN, and now burned dismantled Bela Lugosi-looking mother fucker for good measure. This undid the curse, because exorcisms and blessings are weak and inferior to some good ol’ ultraviolence. The Belmont Clan was kinda ostracized before this because people were afraid of their superhuman power, but Simon’s feat of kicking Dracula’s ass, and then reviving him so he could kick his ass even harder was so awe inspiring that the people were like “that’s pretty cool dude!” and now they loved the Belmonts, and Simon became a legend, and a village formed around the Belmont Clan household out of respect for them.

Juste Belmont (Harmony of Dissonance): ...And in this village is where Simon’s grandson, Juste, grew up! Even among Belmonts, Juste was particularly powerful due to his immense aptitude for magic in addition to his factory setting Belmont Strength, owing to the Belnades blood in his lineage. In 1748, his best friend, Maxim Kischine, wanted to prove he was stronger than Juste, so he emulated Simon’s feat from 50 years ago and collected all of Dracula’s body parts (which should have burned but Dracula is tenacious HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON, OLD MAN), EXCEPT despite being a formidable lad, Maxim was nowhere near Simon levels of strong, physically or spiritually, so he got possessed by Dracula’s influence, lol. Not Dracula himself, though, he was still VERY dead after Simon got done with him, but his influence lingered in his body parts. Juste is also a very successful IKEA employee and loves interior design, skills he puts at good use in a room in Castlevania for some reason unknown to everyone but him. Despite his kitsch tastes, Juste, as said before, is VERY STRONG, and so he beat the influence right out of Maxim and then killed it AGAIN outside of Juste, all while traversing a physical Castlevania and a spiritual Castlevania brought to quasi-existence by Maxim’s psyche, all the while rescuing their mutual friend Lydie Erlanger. Fun Fact! What Juste kills is Dracula’s influence, not Dracula himself. The final boss, Dracula Wraith, is just the manifestation of his influence after draining power from Maxim (as formidable as the real Dracula, but not actually Dracula), making him and Leon the only two people in this list that didn’t actually kill Dracula. He then likely marries Lydie and they have a no doubt very beautiful home hand-decorated by Juste himself.

Richter Belmont (Rondo of Blood, Symphony of the Night, Nocturne of Recollection, Portrait of Ruin): Richter is either Juste’s son or grandson, we don’t know, but what we do know for sure is that he’s made of something harder than the strongest metal known to man. He is VERY strong, and said to be The Strongest Belmont, period (at least until Julius). Dracula revived again SIGH and ordered a bunch of women to be kidnapped to be sacrificed to him, which included Annette, Richter’s girlfriend. Richter kinda doesn’t like this, so much like Leon, he goes absolutely ballistic on 1792 and embarks on his quest to kick vampire ass. Unlike Leon, however, he does bring weaponry. On his path of asskicking, Richter rescues fellow Vampire Hunter and distant relative of the Belmont Clan, Maria Renard, and if you’ve been following this post, you’ll know that just one Vampire Hunter is VERY strong, WELL IMAGINE TWO OF THEM NOW. Holy SHIT, they just fucking suplexed the entire castle like Sabin on steroids, satellite lasers have less firepower than this duo. So Dracula obviously loses like the jobber he is, and everything’s ok. Unfortunately, Dracula has a hyper competent sidekick. No, not Death, that guy jobs, too, I mean a Dark Priest named Shaft, who, unlike what his idiot name might suggest, is actually really good at his job. He’s the one that revive Dracula this time, and boy howdy he was going to try again, EXCEPT this time he brainwashed Richter into helping them, and that’s when Alucard, ally of Trevor, bursts out of his sarcophagus and decides to lend a hand in this whole Dracula ass kicking, but that’s another story for another day.

Julius Belmont (Aria of Sorrow/Dawn of Sorrow): The last known Belmont and the strongest. Julius fucks. In 1999, he obliterated Dracula, we don’t know how, we never were told how it went down, but all that is known is that he absolutely did that. He then lends a helpful hand to Aria/Dawn’s protagonist, Soma Cruz, but that’s also another story for another time.

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hellotoomuchstuffinmyhead-blog · 6 years ago

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TWDG Final Season AU: Fortune Favours the Bold Ch1

Hey guys, I’m new to making and sharing fanfic content. The main character is my OC I have placed in Ericson’s School for Troubled Youth. This is leaning towards my OC being closer friends with minor characters and it is a Mitch x OC ship. Will probs continue this through so enjoy!

Word count: 1722

The late spring forests had a different atmosphere from all the bricks and concrete back home. Tristen looked out the car window thinking about what this new school is like and what the other kids are like. “Sweetie, I know I have told you this before,” Tristen’s mother says sternly but with some kindness, “the kids at this new school will probably be different from the ones back home. Be careful of who you make friends with for your own good. People judge you by how you look, what you’re good at and who your friends are. It’s for the good of your own wellbeing and future.”

“Uh-huh,” Tristen sighs, “when do I get to go back home?”

“When the teachers there make you all better.”

Tristen looks down at her feet feeling slightly despondent. The rest of the car ride is silent. They finally reach the gates of Ericson’s Boarding School for Troubled Youths. Her mother helps with getting her things to her assigned room. She is all alone, as her mother requested, in this colourless room. At least she gets a fair bit of light coming through when she draws the curtains open. She can see that her room catches the orange light from the sunset very well.

In the headmaster’s office, Tristen and her mother sat in front the man himself. Richard Ericson. His words were mostly reassurance that she’ll be ok. They walked around the school later after dinner. As they walked through, the other kids looked at Tristen as she walked on with the two adults. She ignored them. Then it was time. It was time to part with her mother. She was a busy woman and made her parting brief. Her mother left telling her to “be good.” She hears it all the time but won’t be hearing it for a while. She feels a little relief until she wonders if the adults here are like her mother.

The next day, Tristen had her first day at the school. She was mostly quiet during classes. During her free time for the day, she looked for a place to be alone to do her favourite things – baton twirling and gymnastics. It was nice to do it without her mother pushing her to be competitive and to aim to win. Some music would be nice, she thought, or maybe a proper baton rather than a stick. Her train of thought was interrupted as she spotted someone in the corner of her eye.

She turned to see who it was. It was just a small boy with light brown hair. His eyes are big and blueish-green. He stood and stared then walked closer, hands behind his back, to get a closer look. Tristen just stared back and blinked a few times. She smiled at him. “Hi…” the little boy said shyly before running away. Tristen looked a little confused then looks down a little sad. She tries to stay away from others so they wouldn’t ask her why she is here but she really does want friends. She shook the thought away and made way to her next class.

It was lunchtime now. Tristen didn’t eat much. She just wanted to walk around as she sat down so much during classes. “Ow! Don’t!” yelled a high pitched voice. She saw the small boy that was staring at her previously. He was being picked on by a much bigger boy. She was scared to interfere but couldn’t stand to ignore or walk away from the poor boy. She takes a big breath and marches to the boys. “Leave him alone you big, fat bully!” she cried shielding the small boy. He whimpered and hid behind her. The larger child just glared at her and reaches for her. Tristen is pulled away by the small boy behind her.

The larger child looks frustrated, lunges forward and quickly grabs one of Tristen pigtails. She yells in pain and falls to the ground. “Cut that out, asshole!” yelled a huskier voice. Tristen looks up at as a child the same size as herself leaps forward and punches the larger child. The bully fell back and the boy who threw the punch gritted his teeth angrily at him. He had side swept brown hair, freckles and light green eyes. The bully gets up, curses at the boy and continues the brawl. The freckled boy holds up well until the teachers came running to break the fight. The two rowdy boys were taken away. “Umm, thank you for saving me,” a small voice says. Tristen almost forgot about the small boy behind her. “Oh! You’re welcome,” she smiled, “Could you tell me your name?”

“Willy,” the small boy says shyly, “What about you?”

“I’m Tristen”

“Huh? I thought that’s a boy’s name,” Willy says confused. Tristen sighs and replies, “That’s what a lot of people say.”

When all of the classes for the day were done, Tristen headed for the library wanting to read something. Science? Nah too boring, she thought. Fairy tale? Yeah I love those, she thought. She liked reading the ones about the princesses falling in love. She read through Beauty and the Beast but thought it was a little too easy as she already read this story many times. “Too easy?” Tristen looked up to see a boy carrying books to the same desk she sat at. He is of Indian decent, had short black hair and looked a little older than the freckled boy from before. “Sorry, I don’t see others hanging around here often at this time,” he said, “You’re the new girl. I didn’t catch your name.”

“Tristen.”

“Ah, I knew it was something like that.”

“It is because it’s normally a boy’s name?” Tristen frowned.

“No,” Aasim replied, “It just reminded me of a book and now I can actually remember its name. Tristan and Iseult.”

“What kind of story is that?”

“It’s about a British knight who falls in love with an Irish princess.”

“Those are my favourite kinds of stories,” Tristen looks interested.

“Really? I thought so seeing that pile next to you. Cinderella. The Little Mermaid. Rapunzel. Hold on, let me go find it,” Aasim left briefly and returned with the book. Tristen has a bit of difficulty but Aasim helps her along as they enjoy the book. “Thank you for showing me that and helping me read better,” Tristen quietly exclaims.

“No problem. You should try reading the harder books. They are way more interesting.”

“Yeah, they are.”

“There you are!” exclaims a loud high pitched voice.

“Shush. It’s a library,” says another voice.

Tristen sees Willy running towards her. Behind him are two boys: the freckled one in the fight who now has a bruise on the side of his head and the other is a shorter, pudgier boy with frizzy hair and dark skin. Willy sits next to Tristen and tugs at her sleeve. “See! She’s the pretty one that saved me!” Willy says excitedly.

“Willy, don’t just grab people like that,” the pudgy boy tells Willy nicely. He stops and apologises whilst Tristen says it is okay and nervously smiles. “Thanks for helping Willy,” says the freckled boy who then turns to Aasim, “Back to business. Are you going to help us, nerd?” The pudgier boy shakes his head whilst Aasim rolls his eyes. “This is Mitch and I’m Omar,” he says to Tristen, “Nice to meet you and thanks for helping out Willy.”

They settled at the table and Aasim helps Mitch and Omar with their work. Tristen and Willy are reading Peter Pan together. When the boys finish up, Mitch finally looks directly at Tristen and say, “Hi, uh, can we all hang out together now?” he asks in a nervous manner. She nods happily.

The kids sit around the table and Mitch starts by asking, “How old are you? Where you from?”

“I’m going to be 9 tomorrow and I’m from Washington DC,” Tristen replies.

“Your birthday’s tomorrow?!” Willy chimes and looks at Mitch, “We gotta have a party for her, Mitch!”

“We’ll think of something, lil dude but not a party,” Mitch tells Willy kindly.

“You were left here just before your birthday? Your own mother would do that?” says Omar.

“It’s not a big deal. Just another day to my parents,” Tristen says with a sense of falsehood.

“What’s your family like?”

“They’re okay I guess. Mum is really concerned about when I grow up. She wants me to be competitive and be fussy with who I’m friends with. It isn’t fun. I have a step dad who doesn’t really talk to me much. My step brother is really nice to me though. When he isn’t helping my step dad with his food truck, he spends time with me. Sometimes he is with this other boy he is really close with, he’s lots of fun too. They are the only two that do fun stuff on birthdays,” Tristen recalls fondly.

“At least you’ve had SOME fun in your life,” says Mitch.

“Why are you here?” Willy asks excitedly. Tristen goes silent and looks sad again. “Come on you can tell us! I was sent here for chron-,” Willy was cut off by Aasim who told him to leave her alone and that she didn’t have to answer. Mitch got Willy to settle down. “I think I’ll go to my room now. I’m sleepy,” Tristen says as she get ups up and walks to the dorms.

At the dorms, Tristen was about to reach he room when she suddenly heard Mitch call out her name. “Hey, I’m sorry about Willy. He can say stupid things sometimes. Could we hang out more? You can have fun with us and not worry about the things that made you sad before,” he tells her in a friendly tone.

“Yeah, you guys are lots of fun! I’ve never really talked much to other kids because my mum wouldn’t let me,” Tristen says gleefully.

“She isn’t here so fuck being worried or being told what to do! We’re going to be partners in crime!”

“Hehe… I like how you’re really brave. Like the princes in the fairy tales but you’re kinda funnier,” Tristen giggles. Mitch blushes at her remark. “Well uh goodnight,’ he says with a little embarrassment.

“Good night, Mitch.”

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soundcheckentertainment · 8 years ago

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For many of us the May long weekend signifies the unofficial beginning of summer. Summer – with its warm days and long nights, gathering with family and friends to enjoy good eats, fine weather and the great outdoors.

Q the music…

CBC Music and Live Nation had a recipe for success when they teamed up at Ontario Place’s RBC Echo Beach in Toronto on Saturday May 27th, to kick off the start of summer (and Festival season) with the CBC Music Festival.

CBC Music Fest: Scott Helman. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

This 1 day festival was packed with land and water activities (SUP, kayak), food and beverage vendors, a VR tent, a scavenger hunt and showcased 20 Canadian artists performing across 4 stages for 9 solid hours.

And perform they did, for large and small crowds alike – including an impromptu gig by Scott Hellman in the commons with an intimate gathering of lucky fans. There really was something for everyone to enjoy, as was proven by the number of families in attendance. The fact that kids under 12 were admitted for free wasn’t just a brilliant marketing maneuver.

CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

The Kid Zone had a wide range of activities for the little people, including a Rock N’ Roll Hair Salon and Tattoo Parlour (of the washable variety), an instrument petting zoo, as well as their own stage shows – hosted by CBC Studio K’s ‘Cottonball’. The area in front of the Kid’s stage became very crowded in the hour before Walk Off The Earth swung by to hang out for a Q&A session. Many in attendance wondering “What kind of instruments do you play?” “What’s your favourite song?” and “Who’s your favourite Super Hero?” to which each member of this down to earth group took turns answering. Before leaving the stage, they left their indelible mark on one tiny fan when they all agreed to sign her ukulele.

CBC Music Fest: The Beaches. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

The first act to grace the Main Stage was an all-girl indie rock band called The Beaches, appropriately named for the Toronto neighbourhood they hail from. The smallish crowd that had gathered against the security fence surrounding the stage started growing from their very first electrified notes. Don’t let the idea of girl band confuse you, this wasn’t a Spice Girls performance; their sound was more Blondie meets The Runaways. Comprised of vocalist & bassist Jordan Miller, guitarist Kylie Miller, keyboardist Leandra Earl and Eliza Enman-McDaniel on the drums, these chicks know how to Rock N’ Roll and they brought it loud and hard! Performing a couple cover songs in between their own hits like “Little Pieces” and “Give it Up”, which is gaining radio play. This quartet quickly set the bar high for the rest of the day, and I’m sure gained more than a few new fans, myself included.

A wander past the food trucks and assorted market vendors was up next. It was a good thing too, because you couldn’t get near them later in the day. A sampling of pulpo, duck tacos, and curry fries filled the gap, washed down with a refreshing sudsy beverage. One nice thing about Echo Beach is that that the entire grounds are licensed, so attendees could wander from stage to stage with a can in hand, able to enjoy the music in person instead of relegated to far corner tent.

Needs sated, I detected a rhythmic hum filling the air, seeming to beckon me closer and drawing me in. It worked as I found myself standing outside the Tent Stage, catching a part of the Birds of Bellwoods set. These four young men from Toronto know how to bend the strings! Chris Blades on the electric guitar, Adrian Morningstar on the acoustic guitar, Steve Joffe on the Mandolin and Kintaro Akiyama on the upright bass (think cello). Their harmonies were smooth and I found myself wishing that I’d caught more than their last few songs. Definitely watch out for these up and coming talented musicians!

CBC Music Fest: William Prince. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

Back at the Main Stage we were treated to the stylings of William Prince. A phenomenal singer, songwriter, and storyteller, there’s a reason he was nominated for Aboriginal Artist of the year and won Juno for Contemporary Roots Album of the Year in 2017. His thought provoking lyrics and soft baritone voice were hauntingly beautiful. As people lounged on blankets around the stage soaking in the folk-country musical tales that were being sung, it seemed metaphorical of the ease with which William interacted with the gathered crowd, relating history and personal stories between songs. It’s hard to understand how we’ve not heard more from this Winnipeg native, but there is no doubt that we will be treated to future performances. In fact you can catch him for free at the NAC in Ottawa on July 13th at 6pm. Head to their website to secure free tickets.

CBC Music Fest: BROS. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

I didn’t want to miss BROS over on the Q Stage, and arrived just in time to catch their introduction. You may know them from a little group called The Sheepdogs, however if that’s what you were hoping to hear, then you might have been disappointed…. but not really. Ewan and Shamus Currie added a brass ensemble to their keyboard and guitar and turned the funk WAY UP. An initial gathering of mainly classic rock fans exploded into an all ages dance-athon. From the tiny toddler wigglin’ his way into inadvertent splits, to the would-be Willie Nelson, and every type of stripe in-between, BROS got the crowd moving, grooving and loving what they were offering up. And when they broke news of the passing of Gregg Allman and dedicated a song, it only put pause on the festive spirit out of reverential respect.

CBC Music Fest: Scott Helman. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

Heading back to the Main Stage where I would ultimately end up the rest of the evening; the upcoming entertainers being part of the draw, the massive growing crowd being the other. Staking out a spot close to the stage would have required a lawn chair, a bottomless bladder and an unwillingness to enjoy any other artist since The Beaches took the stage hours before. Scott Helman was up next, and the squeals of teen and tween girls rose as he began his set with a little ‘PDA’. Relegated to standing on a small strip of pavement leaning against the VIP area, we were entertained by many of Scott’s familiar radio tunes, including: ‘That Sweater’, ‘Kinda Komplicated’ and ‘21 days’ – my personal fave, but that’s likely more a result of it being a song about zombies, and love, or maybe zombie love… but I digress. Whether he’s of the school of thought that “no press is bad press”, or he was experiencing overwhelming excitement, the crowd responded with amusement when he strangely exclaimed “Keep stealing my music!” Then realization set in, and he recovered with …. “or pay for it, if you want!” Scott’s genuine love and appreciation of his family was particularly evident when he enthusiastically exclaimed “That’s my Grandpa!” as one of many video cameras covering the event panned to a shot of a very proud looking patriarch grinning ear to ear, projected upon the side stage big screens. Scott ended his set with the catchy tune ‘Bungalow’ which brought more than half of the attendees to their feet, dancing and applauding.

CBC Music Fest: Ruth B. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

I made the unfortunate decision to get food before Ruth B took the stage. However as mentioned previously this would become a futile exercise which resulted in missing most of her set. Hungry and dejected I gave up my quest and returned just in time to catch her original song ‘Lost Boy’ which was thoroughly enjoyable.

CBC Music Fest: Walk Off The Earth. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

Up next was the day’s first headliner, Walk Off The Earth. By this point the sun had started its descent in the western sky and Echo Beach lived up to its name. The crowd’s thunderous greeting of the band’s arrival on stage was only the beginning of one of the best live shows I’ve ever seen. Gathered with Whirley Tubes, and bells (and a back-up band) they opened the set with a recognizable YouTube cover of Adele’s ‘Hello’. They had the entire park on their feet from the moment they stepped on stage. Gianni, Sarah, Marshall, Joel and Mike Taylor aka Beard Guy, brought high energy and familiar tunes, of both original songs and covers, and were flawless in harmony and execution. Covering Ed Sheeran’s ‘Shape of you’ and Pharrell Williams ‘Happy’, the audience certainly was as we moved and danced along. They also delighted with a number of originals such as ‘Gang of Rhythm’, ‘Fire in my Soul’ and ‘Home we’ll go’ – a song written while on the road about missing Canada.

When the band asked for a song suggestion someone in the crowd yelled out ‘Queen’, to which Beard Guy agreed to play Bohemian Rhapsody on the piano as long as the audience sang along. It’s a good minute and a half into the song before I realized the other band members have disappeared from the stage, as myself and the other karaoke Kings and Queens in attendance belt out the lyrics. The rest of the band returned in time for the head banging guitar solo, and we all continued to jam out like it was one big backyard party. The night wouldn’t have been complete without a 5 peeps 1 (modified) guitar setup, and again the group delivered, playing Goyte’s ‘Someone that I used to know’, and morphing into snippets of a variety of familiar covers, including ‘Twist & Shout’. With beach balls flying through the air, the palpable feeling of inclusion, the pyro and glitter, the on stage Ninja fight during the ‘Tae kwon do’ song, the entire show was brilliant from beginning to end. As fireworks exploded overhead signifying the end of the set, WOTE walked off the stage and into the hearts of all in attendance.

CBC Music Fest: Serena Ryder. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

Most of the families with young children headed out before the final act, but a couple of young girls camped out next to me told me they had waited all day to see their idol. Six time Juno award winner Serena Ryder took the stage and owned it for the remainder of the night. Opening with Stompa and like an implanted suggestion, the crowd got moving. The stage filled with lights and smoke, three guitarists including herself, drums, keyboard and two backup singers, she engaged the audience with her jazzy pop hit Electric Love. We were also treated to a song from her brand new Album ‘Utopia’ released just the day before. She returned to more familiar tunes such as ‘What I wouldn’t do’ before slowing the pace a little with a few songs like ‘Baby Come Back’ and ‘All for love’, which had the crowd swaying in unison. An intimate acoustic setting was created on a portion of the Main stage, complete with side table and night lamp, for which she asks the audience’s permission to continue. (Yes please! Do we mind?!) Serena’s song writing prowess speaks for itself, but to combine her powerful voice which conveys such emotion with gut wrenching lyrics can actually make one ‘Weak in the knees’; the performance of which had the crowd serenading her. Every phone in park swaying high overhead in her honour.

All in all the end of the night came too soon. So many Juno and various other award winners, many new up and coming acts, what an amazing way to showcase Canadian talent in a setting that is family friendly and that invites inclusion and participation. There were many other artists I didn’t get a chance to check out, but that gives me an excuse to return next year. I was blown away by the whole experience and would urge anyone that has any interest in music to check out the show. In fact you can catch highlights from the day, in a 1 hour special broadcast on CBC on Canada Day. For more information visit CBC Music Festival online

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CBC Music Fest: BROS. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair

CBC Music Fest: The Long War. May 2017. Photo by Dale Sinclair