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amoderndreamletdown · 4 years ago

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Could you pretty please do #6 Truth or Dare for Luke x Alex? ♡♡♡♡♡

Of course! This is set back in the 90s before the guys died (I’m a hardcore Willex shipper, but I love the Luke x Alex exes headcannon). Warning as there is one or two uses of strong language.

Band practice sucked. Everything that could go wrong did. In the middle of practice, one of Alex’s drumsticks slipped out of his head and hit Reggie in the back of the head.

“Ow!” Reggie had said, turning to look at Alex. “What was that for?”

“Sorry,” Alex apologized.

“Nice shot,” Bobby joked.

Luke laughed, and handed Alex back his drumstick. “Let’s continue, okay.”

Alex nodded, and the band started playing again. However, halfway through “My Name is Luke,” Luke’s guitar string broke.

“Damn,” Luke said, shaking out his hand that the string must’ve hit.

“Did you bring more?” Bobby asked.

Luke nodded. “Yeah,” he said, going over to his guitar case and grabbing a new string. He quickly secured it on his guitar.

“Wanna pick up from where we left off?” Bobby asked. Luke nodded. “Yeah.”

They made it through about three more songs before Reggie somehow slipped and fell.

“Ow,” Reggie said for the second time that day.

Bobby went over to Reggie and helped him up. “You okay?”

Reggie nodded. “Yeah. Where were we?”

The last straw was when Luke hit himself in the head with his own guitar while trying to flip it.

“Fuck,” Luke said, holding his hand up to where the guitar had hit him.

“Are you bleeding?” Alex asked, concerned.

Luke nodded. “Yeah, a little. I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe we should end practice a bit early,” Bobby said.

Luke nodded. “Yeah, probably.”

“So what now?” Alex asked.

“Oh, we could play truth or dare,” Reggie suggested.

“Oh no,” Alex said. Their games of truth or dare always got intense. None of the boys could turn down a dare and the truths always got a bit invasive.

“Sweet,” Luke said.

“I’m down,” Bobby agreed.

And with that, the game began. All four boys sat in a circle. Alex and Luke sat next to each other. They both held hands. This wasn’t unusual, even before Luke and Alex had started dating, they had held each other’s hands all the time. All the band did. They really didn’t care what people thought of them, and most of their love languages were touch. This led to a lot of hugs and a lot of hand holding.

“Who wants to go first?” Bobby asked.

“I’ll go,” Luke said, then turned to Reggie. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Reggie said.

Luke smirked. “I dare you to lick the bottom of Bobby’s shoe.”

“Gross,” Alex responded.

Reggie shrugged, and Bobby handed him his shoe. Reggie licked it without hesitation. He made a disgusted face, and handed the shoe back to Bobby.

“Please tell me you didn’t step in dog poop. Like ever,” Reggie said.

Bobby laughed. “Eh, no promises.”

Reggie gagged, and the rest of the group laughed.

“Alright,” Reggie said, turning to Alex. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Alex said. After seeing what Luke made Reggie do, Alex wasn’t going to ask him for a dare.

Reggie smirked. “Who’s the hottest person in the room?”

“I-” Alex looked between Luke and Reggie, debating whether Reggie was serious or not. “Luke.”

“Oh, right,” Reggie said. “Can I ask something else?”

“No!” Alex said, quickly. “You only get one.”

“Fine,” Reggie said, rolling his eyes. “Your turn.”

Alex turned to Luke. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Luke said.

“Drink this,” Alex said, holding out a packet of hot sauce for Luke.

“Why do you have this?” Luke asked. “You don’t even like hot sauce.”

Alex shrugged. “It paid off, right?”

Luke rolled his eyes, tore open the packet, and squeezed the whole thing into his mouth. He swallowed it, made a slight face, then smiled.

“Was that supposed to be a challenge?” Luke asked.

“Your tongue’s burning, isn’t it?” Alex asked.

“It’s on fire,” Luke replied.

Alex laughed. “Your turn.”

Luke nodded, and turned to Bobby. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Bobby said.

“You’re lame,” Luke joked. “What was the best date you went on?”

Bobby smiled. “Probably with Katherine Elliot. We had dinner at some fancy restaurant after which we went stargazing. We ended up kissing, and, um, well, other stuff.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” Luke said. “I don’t need to know anything else.”

The rest of the night continued on with the boys playing truth or dare. Eventually, though, Reggie fell asleep, and Bobby followed him soon after. This felt Alex alone to play by themselves.

“Truth or dare?” Luke asked Alex.

“Truth,” Alex replied.

“You’ve only picked dare once,” Luke complained.

“Because I know what you’re capable of,” Alex told him.

“Whatever,” Luke said, rolling his eyes. “What do you like most about me?”

Alex blushed. “I don’t know. I like everything about you. I mean you have a great personality. Mostly.”

Luke smiled.

“I mean you're the greatest guy I’ve ever met,” Alex said. “Does that answer your question?”

Luke was blushing now. “Yeah, it did. Your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” Alex asked.

“Truth,” Luke said. This shocked Alex as Luke almost never picked truth.

“How long have you known you liked me?” Alex asked.

Luke shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea. Maybe last year? Maybe before? Maybe forever? I’m not sure.”

Alex nodded.

“Truth or dare?” Luke asked.

“Dare,” Alex said, nervous of what Luke was going to say.

“Kiss me,” Luke said.

“What?” Alex asked.

“I mean, only if you want to,” Luke said.

Alex smiled. “Well it’s a dare so-”

Alex and Luke leaned towards each other. They stared into each others eyes and moved closer. Their lips finally connected. Unlike Luke, this was Alex’s first kiss. He finally understood what all the hype was about. As soon as Luke’s lips connected to Alex’s happiness and warmth shot through his body. Luke’s lips were a little chapped, but Alex didn’t mind. Kissing Luke was the happiest he had felt in a while.

“Woah,” Alex said when they broke apart.

“Yeah,” Luke said. “I need to use that dare more often.”

Alex smiled. “Yeah, you do.”

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waywardnerd67 · 5 years ago

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Terrified

Summary: One fateful night led Dean Winchester on a romantic whirlwind with (Y/N). As the years pass, she is ready to settle down where he is seemingly always running away. Until fate has to step in to guide him towards the right path. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst Word Count: 1879 Song Prompt: “Terrified” by Katherine McPhee & Jason Reeves (Lyrics in bold) A/N #1: This is for the amazing @atc74 Angelina’s Duets Reboot Challenge A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Dean Winchester rolled his head to rest against his aching arms he was hanging by. How the vampire got the drop on him, he would never know. All he was trying to do was figure a way to get out of the predicament he was in and get back to the one person he should have been with from the beginning. The mere thought of her had his eyes welling up from the stupidity he displayed the last time they were together.

Four Days Earlier

(Y/N) was standing by the end of her couch as he slipped on his boots. Her arms were crossed over her chest as her piercing (Y/C/E) eyes bore into him. She was mad and with good reason since he was leaving again.

“Dean will you just tell me the truth, please.” she said as he stood up.

He sighed heavily, “I’m telling you the truth sweetheart. I have to leave for a business trip, but I will be back in a couple of days.”

Everything he said was true just not the whole truth. In the three years they had been together, Dean never once told her about his real job. Just that he ran the family business with his brother that required a lot of traveling. Omitting the truth versus straight up lying was a step in the right direction of having a normal relationship.

“Bull. We were laying there and I brought up moving in together. Like every time I bring it up something comes up that you have to leave. So cut the shit out and just be straight with me. Is this going anywhere?” she asked her voice faltering at the end.

Dean stepped closer to her running his hands over her plaid covered arms, “Of course it is (Y/N). When I get back we will sit down and see how the next part of our lives will look. I promise, but right now I have to go.”

He kissed her cheek reaching to grab his jacket off the back of the couch. Just as he reached the door she called out, “This could be good, it's already better than that and nothing's worse than knowing you're holding back. I could be all that you needed if you let me try, Dean.”

A sharp pain spread throughout his chest as if she had just taken a hot knife to his heart. He turned towards her, “Sweetheart, I only said it 'cause I mean it. I only mean 'cause it's true, so don't you doubt what I've been dreaming. 'Cause it fills me up and holds me close whenever I'm without you. I promise we will talk about everything in a couple of days. I love you, (Y/N).”

Dean walked out the front door to Baby backing out of (Y/N)’s driveway. He looked back at the front door seeing her standing there wiping her eyes with the back of her shirt sleeves. He hated leaving her and knew the time had come for the truth to come out.

Present Day

Dean looked to the IV draining his blood slowly into mason jars surrounding his feet. It was only supposed to be a couple of vamps running a muck in the town next to (Y/N)’s. He regretted telling Sam he would be fine but did not want to interrupt his long weekend with Eileen. When a couple of vamps turned out to be a nest of six that had trapped him, Dean was overpowered by them.

“I really thought there would be more to the famous Dean Winchester. I have to say, I’m slightly disappointed.” The vamp leader, Jess, ran her long, pale fingers down his arms as she spoke.

“I still have a few tricks up my sleeves you undead bitch.” he spatted straining against his restraints.

She smiled cockily, “I can’t wait to see them, but until then it’s dinner time.”

Dean watched as she picked up a few jars filled with his blood. He was starting to lose strength and today was the first day he felt lightheaded from being drained. He did not have much longer and suddenly the pain within his chest became unbearable. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the night he met (Y/N).

Three years ago

Their lips smashed against one another as she pushed the door open to her house, “I… normally don’t do this…” she mumbled in between kisses.

Dean smiled against her neck as he pinned her against the door to shut it, “Glad you decided to try something new with me.”

The small whimpers and moans escaping her lips were driving him wild. He scooped her up wrapping her legs around his waist as she directed him to her bedroom. Never before had Dean wanted to spend hours worshiping a woman’s body but (Y/N) pulled something out of him that he never knew he was capable of. When they were both blissfully sated curled up by his side he looked down at her as the moonlight hit her beautiful face.

“You by the light is the greatest find in the world full of wrong. You're the thing that's right finally made it through the lonely to the other side.” he whispered his heart seized with fear and yet bursting with hope at once.

The next morning he found himself making a hearty breakfast for her and spending the entire day with her. When Sam called him about the case they were working, he looked over to (Y/N) curled up in a blanket next to him and did not want to leave her.

“Sweetheart, I have to go. My business partner just called to say he needs me for something.” he said pulling his boots on.

Disappointment flashed before her face before she nodded walking him over to the door, “Well Dean this was definitely the best twenty-four hours I’ve ever had. Maybe if… you know are in town again we could…”

Usually, Dean would have made empty promises of coming back to see her but he found himself writing his number on a receipt in his pocket.

“Text or call me so I have your number. Maybe we can go out again next week.” the words left his mouth made his skin crawl with nervousness.

However, his whole body relaxed seeing the breathtaking smile on her face, “Absolutely, you’ll hear from soon.”

The last thing he saw in his rearview mirror was (Y/N) standing against the door frame clutching his number to her chest.

Present Day

Dean was barely holding on as he went into his fifth day. He could no longer feel his feet and the ropes holding up his arms were cutting into his wrists. His lips were painfully dry and cracked as he ran his tongue over them. His vision blurred in and out as he tried to stay awake. Closing his eyes briefly, he saw (Y/N)’s beautiful face smiling at him. Her eyes vibrant shining brightly up a him and her cheeks slightly pink.

“Let go.” She whispered to him.

Just as he was going to a loud commotion came from the next room. Dean tried to open his eyes but they were just too heavy for him. (Y/N)’s voice floating through his ears again.

“Let go.”

“Dean! Dean open your eyes!” his cheek stung as something hit it hard making his eyes snap open.

He was met with the familiar hazel eyes of his brother Sam catching him as he fell limp into his arms. He felt Sam pick him up as he watched Eileen take out Jess with ease. They had come for him without even knowing where he was going to be. As Sam laid him in the back of the Impala he began mumbling.

“(Y/N). I need to see her. Tell her everything… (Y/N)...” everything went black just as he felt Baby taking off.

Dean slowly opened his eyes, feeling like his body had been put through a meat grinder. He looked over to see Sam sitting in a chair next to him with Eileen sitting across his lap. A small smile came on his face as his brother gently woke the woman he loved up pointing towards him.

She signed that she would be right back getting up and leaving the hospital room. Sam leaned forward his brow furrowed in worry, “I thought I lost you, man.”

Dean tried to talk but his throat burned as he squeaked out, “No way.”

Getting up to get him some water, Dean felt something squeeze his hand to his other side. Looking down, a raspy gasp escaped his lips seeing (Y/N)’s forehead on his hand. He quickly looked to Sam who was smiling from ear to ear.

“You kept repeating her name before you passed out. I looked her up in your phone as they wheeled you back into the emergency room. Dean…” Sam paused guilt passing over his eyes, “I had to tell her everything.”

He took a sip of water then said, “Good. Give us a few minutes.”

Sam squeezed his shoulder before leaving the room. Dean took a moment to just look down at her before running his other hand over her soft hair. (Y/N) looked around confused and then her eyes landed on him immediately filling with tears.

“Dean.” she whispered as he pulled her up next to him on the bed.

“Shhh.” he said as he held her while she cried again his chest.

“I thought… I thought I lost you.”

He swept her hair behind her ear shaking his head, “Never.”

“Dean, why didn’t you tell? What if your brother hadn’t gotten there in time?” she asked her voice frantic.

He pulled her lips to his before whispering, “My heart's in motion. Every word feels like a shooting star. I'm at the edge of my emotions watching the shadows burning in the dark and I'm in love. And I'm terrified. For the first time, in the last time, in my only life.”

She bit her lip as she reached up running her fingers through his hair, “Dean I’m terrified to. Falling for you was like a whirlwind that I had only read about in books. I was scared that you were going to leave me at any moment. Now…”

“I only said it 'cause I mean it. I only mean 'cause it's true. So don't you doubt what I've been dreaming. 'Cause it fills me up and holds me close whenever I'm without you. You kept me alive and I can’t live my life without you. I’m terrified you won’t be able to handle my life and I’m terrified I won’t be able to give it up.” His heart monitor was going off the charts as he finally confessed what he had been holding back.

A nurse came rushing in, “Mr. Campbell, what is wrong?” she asked checking his vitals immediately.

Dean chuckled as (Y/N) had moved so the nurse could do her job, “I’m in love.”

He looked over to (Y/N) who wore a beautiful smile on her face then they both looked to the door where Sam was standing with Eileen, “About damn time!”

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modernlcve · 6 years ago

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* — stats — spencer meyers !

* — basics !

full name: spencer burke meyers. nickname(s): prefers none. age: twenty - two date of birth: august seventh. place of birth: san francisco, california. gender: male. pronouns: he / him. sexual orientation: gay. level of education: high school graduate. recipient of a bachelor’s degree in urban sustainability.

* — physical !

tattoos: none. piercings: none. notable features: he really is the blandest mother fucker huh.. weakness(es): he just gets worked up. scar(s): none.

* — domestic !

occupation: intern for parks & recreation. waits tables at a theme restaurant to pay the bills. residence: he has a room to himself at the fold. social class: well off. parents: richard meyers, age 56, can lick my balls. he puts up with spencer to the best of his abilities ( poorly ). sheila meyers, passed away when spencer was 13 and she was 40. wendy meyers, age 43, his step-mother he surprisingly fucks with. not enough to get him to come home a lot, but enough. siblings: ian meyers, age 25, a young republican whom spencer will unfortunately have to battle one day. zach and cora newman, his step-siblings who, again, seem to get his whole Deal more than his blood family. extended family: notable members of the meyers Brood are their grandparents, two overbearing old white people always ready to let you know what bullshit they’re on, and grahams Sect of the family: spencer’s paternal uncle and cousins, who all meet up together for big family dinners.

* — personality !

positive traits: staunch. fervent. altruistic. negative traits: melodramatic. one-track. rude. myers-briggs ( x ): estj; the executive. temperament: choleric. moral alignment: neutral good. horoscope: leo; the lion. hogwarts house: ravenclaw.

* — favorites !

movie: almost famous. tv show: chopped. book: let’s explore diabetes with owls by david sedaris. drink: he fucks w a good ipa. food: ravioli from a Very specific restaurant. animal: turtles. color: light blue. song: never tear us apart by inxs artist: the cure. celebrity crush: zac efron.

* — impressions !

first impression: he’s a lot. he doesn’t really take it down a notch for anyone, not even for a first impression, so a lot of people are rightfully overwhelmed by him. he’s nice enough, but he always seems like he has eighty other things that he’d rather be doing and they all make him want to die. self impression: he doesn’t think poorly of himself, but he does strive to always be changing and growing and doing his Best to better himself everyday. he wants to leave the world a better place than he found it, even if in minuscule ways. lover impression: in generally, i guess he’d be a Needy boyfriend if only because he has a goal with a partner. he looks for someone who could balance out his Manic energy. he’s always going and always trying to move on to the next thing and its romantic 2 think that maybe there’s someone out there that could teach him how to stop and smell the roses.

* — et cetera !

turn ons: passion. confidence. a strong jawline. turn offs: passivity. a man that doesn’t know how to recycle. drink/drugs/smoke: yes/no/no. dominant hand: right. clean or messy: clean. early bird or night owl: night owl. hobbies or special talents: he gets into karaoke. he’s not good at singing, he just really commits in an admirable way. he was a competitive swimmer all through high school and college.

* — QUESTIONNAIRE !

01. where was your character born? what brought them to los angeles? what do they like most about the town?

spencer was born in san francisco and, if he had it his way, he would still be there. he thinks it’s the Greatest City In The World, but he moved away from it when his mom was sick, and then moved again for school, and has settled in los angeles for the time being because it’s where he was able to get a job. he does see himself going back to san francisco one day, but he doesn’t mind la for the time being. he likes that he’s out of his element in la, he thinks it adds a fun challenge to things.

02. who are your character’s friends and family? who do they surround themselves with? who are the people your character is closest to?

spencer’s family mostly consists of his dad and brother and then his dad’s side of the family. he still sees his mom’s family from time to time, but they live further upstate and without his mom tethering them together, it’s just become less frequent that they see eachother. his dad’s family is close though, in a weird family dynasty kind of way. spencer doesn’t fit into the grand scheme of things with them, and if anything, plays that up at big family dinners, so his closer family would be his step-mom and step-siblings, who don’t play into that bullshit as much. he surrounds himself with people that treat him well, he has to put up with enough that don’t already. i don’t think he has a best friend though, partly because he’s convinced himself he’s too busy and partly because he just doesn’t take the time with people that he should.

03. what is your character’s biggest fear? who have they told this to? who would they never tell this to? why?

spencer gets freaked out thinking about time and the inevitable end of it all. he’s got a lot he wants to get done, big goals and big plans to accomplish them, but as someone who’s so ambitious, it freaks him out to think that his time rollin’ around is finite. how is he supposed to squeeze the Human Experience in with his Professional Ambitions to Save Mother Gaia with such a big chunk of his life already over and done with? he’s not bashful to talk about this, so anyone who’ll listen has probably heard it by now.

04. has your character ever been in love? had a broken heart?

i don’t think he’s ever been in love. i think he has a lot of crushes and little infatuations, just to get him through the day and give him someone to plot a big grand love story with to fill the void of not having a real relationship, but no real relationships or connections that got to the point where u could call it love. in the same way, i don’t think his heart has ever been broken Like That, he gets bummed when he gets big crushes on straight guys who won’t look at him but it’s not that deep, he just finds another unsuspecting man of his dreams.

06. it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details.

he’s working. the man is nonstop. whenever he can be, he likes to be elbows deep in whatever parks and rec has to give him: he’s trying really hard to make a good impression and get some Real Experience under his belt. at noon on a saturday, he’s harassing whoever’s in the office for some kind of task or project, just hoping to wear someone down.

07. what is one strong memory that has stuck with your character since childhood?

well , there was one when he was little and he kept telling graham that spiderman and the hulk were boyfriends and they had a son named americus. that was a hoot. all jokes aside, he remembers a trip he took to the beach with his family when he was little, and night after dinner everyone going out to play frisbee or some Nonsense by the ocean. it was one of the first times he felt like a passive observer more than a member of the Gang: he was so bad at both catching and throwing and not getting mad about being bad that he just rolled himself up in a towel and sat there while everyone else played.

09. what is something that upsets your character? where do they go when they’re upset?

he likes being busy, make no mistake. it would drive him crazy to not have a full agenda in front of him, to not have something he was always working on. but he still gets overwhelmed from time to time, he toes a thin line of blissfully busy and biting off more than he can chew. when he gets upset, he likes to just take a couple laps around the block, listen to some music, and then come back and try to re-calibrate. he doesn’t have too much time to spend on self soothing, but when he needs to cool down, he can at least make it multipurpose ( get a lil exercise, hit up the grocery, etc ).

10. when your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? why?

his mom used to make spice cake cupcakes for family Hooplahs. spencer didn’t even like them, because it’s rare to find a kid that does ( especially when the cream cheese frosting bomb is Dropped ), but he remembers the smell distinctly. he’s tried to make them since she died, but he knows when they’re baking that he fucked them up, because the smell just isn’t half as enticing.

#( spencer meyers. )#( stats. )

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hillywooddestiel · 7 years ago

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The Retreat- Chapter 3

Characters: Ceo!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of language, angst

Word Count: 1.2k

Series Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: I missed an upload I’m so sorry! I was busy yesterday evening so I got home late and completely forgot. But I’m here now with chapter 3 so all is good! If you would like to follow me on Wattpad and read this story as an OC it’s Hillywooddestiel (same as here) xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Story:

My whole body feels numb. Like an out of body experience where I’m just watching what happens through someone else’s eyes. Did I really eat all that ice cream? When did I become such a cliché? I can see India everywhere in the apartment despite the fact that she completely cleared the place of her belongings: she’s sat on the island in the kitchen watching me cook breakfast for the two of us, she’s fast asleep on the couch with an open book resting on her chest waiting for me to come home, she’s in the shower singing along to the radio without a care in the world, she’s… she’s… she’s gone. And what am I left with? Nothing, absolutely nothing! No explanation, no justification, nothing!

I hate it.

Despite everything, I manage to pack my own suitcase for the trip without breaking down into tears more than five times. There’s not one but two bottles of wine tucked underneath my t shirts and another of tequila wrapped up in a hoodie. You know, for emergencies. Wanda arrives shortly after 9 at my apartment, immediately squeezing me with a hug until I have to tap her and remind her I need to breathe.

“You doing okay?”

“Honestly, no. But I couldn’t let you bunk alone all week now, could I?” I joke but she can see right through me and my appearance of holding it together.

“Y/N/N , you don’t have to pretend to be fine for other people! If you don’t want to come, I’m sure they’ll understand.” Wanda smiles weakly, searching to make eye contact.

“No, I don’t think it’d do me any good sitting around alone all week. A holiday will be good. Fresh air and all that.”

“Okay… Well we haven’t got all day so, let’s get on that open road!”

Wanda grabs one of my bags to speed up our descent of the stairs and leads the way to her car parked out front. The sun is glaring on the windows so I don’t notice the extra passenger at first.

“Oh, are we giving Pietro a ride too?”

“Of course! We share the car, it’d be rude to make him take the train.” She shrugs. I pause in my tracks, giving her a funny look. How long has she been keeping this secret from me? “He’s my brother, Ava. Stop giving me that face.” Wanda doesn’t have to turn to know I’m frowning at her.

“That makes more sense…”

“Hey Y/N! Scarlet made me let you ride shotgun so, you’re in the front.” Pietro huffs, checking his phone for messages.

“Scarlet?” I turn to Wanda add she starts the ignition.

“Oh, it’s his silly nickname for me. I dyed my hair red at the start of college so he started calling me Scarlet. He dyed his gray so feel free to call him Quicksilver.”

“Please don’t!” Pietro whines, kicking his legs up onto the two empty seats beside him.

“Hey! Seatbelt please.” Wanda scolds him from the front seat while her brother grumbles some more. Well this should be a fun car ride.

“So tell me do you wanna go? Where it’s covered in all the colored lights. Where the runaways are running the night. Impossible comes true, it’s taking over you. Oh, this is the greatest show!” Wanda and I belt out the chorus with passion, nearly drowning out the stereo completely whilst Pietro turns up his own music higher to try and ignore us. We’ve been on the road for nearly 6 hours now, having stopped for an hour for lunch at a roadside diner, and all I can see out of the windows is fields, farms and forests-we must be nearly there by now.

“Can you guys please stop! I’m gonna be deaf by the end of this.” I take pity on the poor man and turn down the music, reaching for my phone out of my pocket. 14:56.

“What’s the name of the place again?”

“Err… Atlas Forest Park. ” Wanda answers sarcastically as though it should be obvious. I start to scroll through my phone, looking at search results when she nudges me harshly.

“What?! Oh.” We’re here. In front of the car, clear as day, is a freaking huge wooden sign with Atlas Forest Park written in red paint. I guess the holiday begins now.

Wanda shouts after me for the fifth time in as many minutes.

“I’m coming!” I lie, double knotting my shoes and spraying myself head to toe in insect repellent before finally stepping out of the cabin door.

“Finally! I was beginning to think you’d never be ready.” Wanda laughs, leading the way to the forest path with a skip in her step. Ah to be young and carefree! Meanwhile, I’m far behind, dragging my feet along the gravel still feeling sorry for myself- as of yet the fresh air is not making me feel better.

There are a lot of trees here: they’re all packed together tightly either side of the winding downward slope creating an illusion of a much later time of day. Birds jump from branch to branch in the overhead canopy, catching my eye every once in a while. Their song is quite pleasant, quiet and peaceful and not at all irritating unlike the pigeons I’m used to. I’ll admit, this place is aesthetically pleasing. But pretty foliage will never distract me from the aching empty feeling in my chest that hasn’t left since a certain cowardly bitch provided the relationship equivalent to a punch in the gut. Calling her creative names briefly helps me to feel better. Punching the wall works best though my knuckles disagree. This sucks!

“Alright, every one’s finally here! Let’s get right into it! We’ve already taken all of your names and assigned you partners and teams for the week. You’ll complete all of the assault courses, challenges and exercises with your teammates to earn points and the team with the most points by the end of the week will win a prize. Is everyone ready?” the very overly excited camp leader tries to get us all excited, clapping her hands together for effect. Most people look happy to be here, especially Wanda with her neon pink sweatband around her head, but there are a few who look to be like me- thoroughly miserable and wishing they were somewhere else. Most understandably, Barnes has a face that could turn milk sour with a tense demeanor.

“Listen up y'all! We’re gonna read out the list now so get ready to find your partners!” Wow, very Texan. And it’s almost like this guy is taking to children. Still, we all listen as he reels off the list, people drifting around the small crowd to find their assigned teammate. Nat gets paired with Steve who gives Barnes a sorry look before going to collect a pair of colourful tabards from a blue waterbutt. Wanda’s is called along with Vis, whom the camp staff have no hesitation about his name, and she looks me like I’m some wounded puppy before joining him, choosing a fetching set of red and blue striped vests. Still the pairing up continues, the crowd thinning to only a handful of people, to only two people.

“And last, but by no means least, Y/N is in a pair with James!” Fuck!

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your-kpopmama · 7 years ago

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1000 Follower Drabble - #2

SONG REC: WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN - CREED (this is literally one of my most favorite songs and I am so excited about it.)

Word Count: 1392

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Female Reader

Type: Dad!Yoongi

Yoongi was a mess. You had never seen him so frazzled in all the time the two of you had been together. He was pacing the lobby of the doctor's office, running his fingers through his hair repeatedly and occasionally stopping to check the time on his phone. Rolling your eyes, you sat back comfortably - well as comfortably as you could get being three months regnant - and continued to watch him. You shook your head slightly as his pacing grew faster. Some of the other pregnant women were watching with amusement while the rest were clearly getting annoyed. You cleared your throat, causing Yoongi to stop mid step and look at you horrified as he rushed to your side.

"Baby, are you okay? Is the baby okay?" he asked, his hands roaming over your tiny bump. You couldn't help but laugh at him. Granted this was your first child together, you understood his concern, but he could tone it down a notch.

"Yoongi, baby, please sit down. You're upsetting the other moms." your voice quiet as to not upset them in case they were listening in on the conversation. Yoongi looked behind him and nodded once before taking a seat beside you. "It will be okay. It's just a normal check up." you soothed.

"I know, but I haven't gotten to go to one yet." he whined.

"Obviously. This is only the second one I have been to and you had to work when I came in and found out I was in fact pregnant. It's not that big of a deal, babe." you tried to ease his nerves but it wasn't working at all, you could tell.

Yoongi sat in silence until the nurse had called your name, and took you back to a room. She handed you, what looked like a paper sheet and instructed you further, "Head into that bathroom over there. Remove your bottoms and underwear. Cover up with the sheet and then the doctor will be in to have a look at you." she gave her best smile before disappearing out of the room once again, leaving you and Yoongi alone. You raised your eyebrows at him and turned to go into the bathroom and followed the instructions given to you by the nurse.

After removing all the appropriate clothing, you wrapped the sheet around your bottom half and walked into the room and sat up on the bed, fixing the sheet to make sure it wasn't in danger of falling off and exploiting the goods to everyone in the room. Though, you imagined it wouldn't matter. Considering your husband has already seen the goods and your doctor would be seeing them quite frequently. But still, it was awkward.

"I've always wanted to have sex in a doctor's office." Yoongi piped up out of nowhere.

You whipped your head around at him and started laughing, "You're crazy if you think we are gonna have a quickie in here before the doctor shows up."

"I like a challenge." he shrugged from his seat and you rolled your eyes at him again and sternly told him you were in fact not going to try and squeeze in a quickie before the doctor came in.

It wasn't even a full minute after that, when there were a quick three knocks on the door. You quickly gave Yoongi a look that told him he would have lost that bet. The doctor walked in with a large smile on her face as she scanned over her clipboard for all the information she needed. "Yn! Great to see you again! How are you feeling?" she asked sitting in her chair.

"Great, for the most part. The morning sickness is absolutely killing me though. I can hardly keep anything down." you informed her.

"We will prescribe you something." she turned towards the machine sitting to your right and began turning it on and typing in information into the system. "Okay, so we will have your first ultrasound today! This one will be a bit different than normal -"

"Why? Is something wrong?" Yoongi sat straight up in his chair, looking worried.

The doctor laughed, "No, dear, just because it's still so early on in the pregnancy, we are doing an internal ultrasound. Meaning we will be using a wand instead of the normal tools.” she explained holding up the ultra sound wand.

“It looks like a really skinny dildo.” Yoongi blurted out, his face immediately turning red, causing you and the doctor to burst out into laughter. You wiped some tears from your eyes as Yoongi grumbled something about not talking for the rest of the time.

“Anyway,” the doctor started, “I just need you to spread your legs and, fair warning, this isn’t cold like they always say it is. We have heaters for them to keep them warm. But it is a little unnaturally warm.” she cautioned. You nodded in understanding as you moved your legs apart, jerking at the sudden touch of a foreign object and refusing to make eye contact with your husband.

“You’re doing great.” the doctor said as she moved the wand around, trying to get a good angle to find the baby.

This whole thing was really awkward. You would have to get used to it though, you had at least seven more months of a shit ton of people looking and poking around down there.

“There we gooo..” she said, alerting you to the screen in front of you on the wall. “See that dark oval there? That quarter sized spot is the baby!” she pointed out.

You immediately felt your heart swell. You risked a glance at Yoongi, who had silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Reaching for his hand, you grasped it tight as he continued to watch the screen as you could see the baby moving around slightly. “Let’s see if we can get a better angle.” she began to move the wand around again, causing a slight discomfort as she moved it to where it needed to be.

“Oh. Oh my.” she whispered.

“What?” you asked suddenly alarmed.

“Okay, so, see how there’s one dark oval here?” she asked pointing out the obvious.

“Yeah...” you trailed off.

You could feel her adjust the wand just a little bit to the left and another dark oval popped up, with another quarter sized spot in the middle of it. “That is another baby. Congratulations! It’s twins!” she beamed excitedly at you as she removed the wand and began to clean it off, allowing you a moment to relax your legs.

The tears began to fall down your cheeks and it felt like the air was punched out of you. Twins? Two babies? Could you really handle that? Of course you could. You and Yoongi together could handle anything life threw at you. When you turned your head to the side, you weren’t expecting the sight at all. Yoongi was kneeling on the floor beside you, his hands moving slowly to the bump that was covered slightly by the paper sheet.

“My babies...” he spoke through his tears, “Oh my babies. YN. We are having twins.” he choked on his words. He leaned over you and hugged you tightly against him, as the two of you cried together.

“I will let you two have a minute. Take as long as you need. When you’re done, come up front and I will have that prescription waiting for you and your next appointment.” teh doctor said before walking out of the room, leaving you and Yoongi alone, once again.

“YN, I can’t believe it. I truly can’t. I..I’m so happy.” he wiped tears off his cheeks as he moved down to your stomach once again and held it gingerly in his hands. “Hi babies, I’m your dad.” he whispered. “Don’t worry,” he took a shuddering breath, “I will always take care of you. The both of you.” he laid a small kiss upon your bump and moved to kiss your forehead. He leaned his own forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

“I love you, YN. Thank you for giving me the two greatest gifts in this life.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly, “I love you too.”

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worldcakecakecake · 7 years ago

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Feliciano and the King of Hearts

Chosen by the gods as the Queen of Hearts from the moment of birth, we follow Feliciano’s story as he grows into royal life, learns to rule, go against age old customs, and his relationship with his husband to be, the King of Hearts.

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 IChapter 9I Chapter 10I Chapter 11I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15 I Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19I Chapter 20 I Chapter 21 I Chapter 22 I Chapter 23 I Chapter 24 I Chapter 25 I Chapter 26 I Chapter 27 I Chapter 28I Chapter 29 I Chapter 30 I Chapter 31 I Chapter 32 I Chapter 33 I Chapter 34 I Chapter 35 I Chapter 36 I Chapter 37I chapter 38 I Chapter 39 I Chapter 40 I Chapter 41 I Chapter 42 I Chapter 43 I Chapter 44 I Chapter 45 I Chapter 46I Chapter 47 I Chapter 48 I Chapter 49 I Chapter 50 I Chapter 51 I Chapter 52 I Chapter 53

Here we go! Even with Pneumonia, nothing stops me from writing this!

Chapter 54

Foreboding silence, the only sound that of the freezing spell blowing its occasional spark, not enough to break the stillness, not enough for all the Vargas there to depart from what their thoughts dedicated to after hearing such a large story and news.

Augusta had been the true hero of their lineage, a lineage full of power, with an Ace, with an important destiny lying in their own Feliciano. No movement, sometimes it felt like not even breaths were exchanged, as frozen as figures in a painting.

“Uh…” Augustus uttered the first sound after the telling and yet the rest feared to join along in saying something.

“I need a glass of wine,” Vicenzo groaned, rubbing his hands on his temple from the growing headache.

“I need a whole bottle…maybe more,” Lovino uttered, tempted, his hand reaching as if to command a servant.

“No,” Antonio denied him by bringing his hand down. Lovino was bearing after all.

“Yeah…that’s…what I had to tell you,” Feliciano said afterwards, still trembling, slightly fearful of the new image his family would have of him afterwards.

“An Ace…an Ace…” Renata repeated, still in the same shock as everybody else.

“And a war coming soon," Lovino did well to remind.

“With a who knows how big dark monster whose been angry and vengeful for centuries,” Vicenzo added.

“And Feli to do the same thing Augusta had done long ago and save us all,” Lovino said in a heavy tone of doubt that made a new shiver run through Feliciano, head looking down with the usual fears. Ludwig placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, bringing him close, the rest too preoccupied in their thoughts after the news to smirk or point at Ludwig and Feliciano’s sudden new closeness.

“I’m confident Feliciano will do just that,” Ludwig declared, his sureness as strong as stone. And just like that there was light and color, Feliciano could smile, and he could feel confident, showing that very strength to his family now.

“And what are we to do?” Renata asked.

“Remain here and stay safe,” Feliciano wanted.

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” Lovino pointed excessively.

“What do you have in mind?” It was like Ludwig was challenging them.

“Fight, of course,” Vicenzo was sure.

“No!” Feliciano would not allow his family to risk themselves like this.

“The kingdom needs every hand,” Renata was defending, standing in her sureness to join along.

“Please…” still Feliciano wanted to stop.

“Whatever army your making, we want to be a part of it,” Antonio decided.

“Lovino! Your baby-”

“Will stay in the castle safely.”

Feliciano was confused with the implications it meant. “Does that mean…”

“Antonio and I will go with you to the castle once you return,” Lovino declared.

“But-but-but-”

“We’ll train along and hey, you can spend a lot of time with your nephew as well.” Lovino knew Feliciano’s soft spot for babies and children.

“I believe this to be just,” Abasi added.

“Don’t-don’t-”

“Renata and I wish to be updated in all the training done, we will do what we can here and join you in the castle when it’s time,” Vicenzo made his own decision, one his wife agreed with.

Feliciano fretted, feeling ignored, worried, stressed.

“Your highness, you have to understand,” Kandake defended.

“You have said it yourself, we need every help possible,” Abasi added.

“I just…I don’t want to loose any of you…” on the verge of his usual tears.

“You won’t,” Vicenzo made clear.

“We will train well,” Renata came forward and caressed Feliciano’s jaw, enough to stop any tears that could fall, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Just as we won’t doubt in your strength, don’t doubt in ours,” she eased, placing yet another kiss before she let go, suddenly switching her attention and gaze to the arising king. “Ludwig, why don’t you come and help along with the cooks to make lunch?”

“Don’t you think we’re better off-”

“After this, we need good food, and didn’t you promise you will be an expert in cake baking by now? Something sweet will be nice to add.” That was just the persuasion that had Ludwig easily falling, compliant in the grasp Renata took of his arm, pulling him off into the halls.

“I need to get out of this room, I need…fresh air,” Lovino needed more space for his thoughts…as well as just wind to refresh him. He was feeling hot and this discovery just made it worst.

“May we come with you?” Zuma offered.

“We have some calming spells for bearers that we want to try out,” Kandake seemed excited about it.

“Oh good, do you have something for sore skin?”

“I believe so,” Kandake was assuring, all leaving with the expecting couple.

Vicenzo also took his turn to leave to get some medical drinks, as well as curiosity over why his wife took Ludwig to the kitchen, sensing gossiping…that he wanted a part of.

Augustus and Feliciano found themselves alone, both holding the same smiles that ignited like the very candles.

“I suppose you would want to join the war as well,” Feliciano smirked, knowing how Augustus had once been a proud soldier of the Hearts Kingdom army.

“If I didn’t have my condition, I would be the first to sign, before anybody else.” He was sure, a strong wish even as he lay back down into the bed, taking easy breaths and finally at some sort of ease after the news. Feliciano took sitting in one of the near chairs, joyous enough in just sitting by him, letting the silence live on longer and being content to just remain as they were. But one of the many things Feliciano had gotten from Augustus was how talkative he could get.

“You know, my mother was always going on with conspiracy theories about Augusta. Always believed something was going on when there was barely any information about her, especially since she was the wife of what we thought was our greatest hero. She would suggest that perhaps she never existed, or that she was Romulus’s daughter instead, that she was the real builder of the castle, perhaps another man’s wife, all her information burned in jealousy. Then there was my favorite, where she said she was the real hero who fought against Khaos, going on with incredible tales that made it impossible for me to sleep as a child. I never thought she would be right and now more than ever, I’m glad the namesake she gave me.” There was such fulfillment, a childish happiness that for a moment made him look younger and healthier.

“Really?”

“Yes. My father wanted Romulus, but Mamma was insisting. How she managed, I have no idea, but thus Augustus was chosen, for even if she birthed a male she would not give up on the name.” He laughed, but it wasn’t long lasting, a new kind of nostalgia falling in his gaze, his eyes far in another moment.

“Hopefully I’ll soon be able to see her and tell her this,” he sighed.

“What are you talking about? She’s been dead for several years.”

Augustus only hummed, with another sigh and then a groan for another pang of pain that spread through him.

“So…Ludwig?” Still Augustus managed to smirk in such a way that instantly dipped Feliciano in red.

“Wha-wha-what about him?” Feliciano looked away, rubbing his arm and only resonating well what had happened.

Augustus’s smirk did not fall and in his seating, he seemed to lean wanting to hear.

“Something happened, something happened,” Augustus sing-song, then a laugh that Feliciano just had to face even in his embarrassment.

Smiling and laughing all his strength even in his sickness, it was beauty as well as inspiration to Feliciano.

“Okay, so, yes, something…did happen,” Feliciano admitted as much, but Augustus’s smile just turned wider, once again bringing Feliciano into red, trying to hide it by groaning and sinking his face into the palm of his hands.

“I want details, zuccherino!” He expected.

After some tugging on his hair, some easy breathing, gathering the confidence and organizing in his head where to begin, he began to tell.

“-this amount of chocolate is just enough, but I think we should add more blueberries. Renata?”

To be honest, Renata didn’t give a care, the cupcakes were nothing to her when she was trying to focus on her mission.

“So…” she leaned upon the counter, tangling her hands, a mischievous smirk already placed like an instant mask. “Tell me, how are things with Feliciano?”

Ludwig suddenly squeezed too hard and had stained chocolate unto the counter. “I-I’m sorry about…that,” he apologized.

“Not to worry, nothing that can’t be managed.” Renata fetched for a cloth and cleaned it herself, hoping for Ludwig to say something in the meantime, but he remained as shy as he had been in his childhood, wary to even pick up the plastic and continue with the frosting.

“What’s the matter?” Renata asked, as sweet and motherly as ever.

“I’m guessing that’s the real reason you brought me here,” Ludwig chuckled.

“This is my son, I want him to feel loved, especially by you.” Good sign enough that Ludwig was smiling back.

“Is he getting loved?” Renata thought it easy to start.

“Yes.” As devoted, as sure, no sign of doubt or lies in that simple reply. “I finally am, as we promised, as I always wanted and it feels…amazing that we can be like this, that I can love him, show it and act as he deserves to be. He’s just as wonderful to me, it feels so great to accept all his embraces, holds, touches, kisses-”

“Kisses…touches?” Renata grinned wide and oh how cute Ludwig’s pale turned deep red.

“We kind of kissed for the first time…yesterday.”

Renata shrilled, holding to Ludwig’s arm and jumping more like a little girl. “How was it? How did it happen and where?” She would have gone on if Ludwig didn’t continue speaking.

“We were returning from the village, it started raining so we went under the gazebo just to talk and…I don’t know it just…happened. It was…like something exploded into a lot of colors and all I wanted was just…more and more of it.”

How relieving, how wonderful for Renata to hear.

“Really, and what else?” A new voice, coming and taking a seating with ease.

Vicenzo was a tall dark man, as built as Ludwig, sometimes intimidating, but Ludwig had never found fear in him…until that moment.

Sure, afterwards they didn’t do anything far beyond the lines of intimacy, but the fact that Feliciano was still brought to his bed, where they shared more passionate kisses, his lips upon his neck and that very, very, very delightful single moan that made him question how in the world did he not continue to ravish what he had so splendidly under him…made him think he had done already a heinous deflowering that Vicenzo saw clearly on his figure, more so when he remained silent, frozen and surely sweating and blushing in nervousness.

“We slept in different beds…clothed.”

Vicenzo and Renata glanced between themselves confused.

“That’s rather…abstinent,” Vicenzo commented with deep question.

“Yes, yes, because it is the right thing to do, we have to be diligent, focus, strong, organized,”

“Mamma, papa, nonno wants porridge, he told me there’s one-”

“Feliciano!” And there was a ruckus as Ludwig accidentally swung his hand over the blueberry package, the flour, the sugar, the chocolate, the butter, all swung and sent flying. He tried to catch, he tried to stop anything from hitting harsh ground or being sent somewhere else in the counter, but it had been a failure, and in the process he had almost tripped and probably got a new bruise by hitting something against the edge of the counter. Trying to maintain decency, he tried to keep a cool lean, acting like the disaster around him he caused was nonexistent.

“Porridge, porridge, porridge! I don’t know where it is! Renata, tell him where the porridge is.”

The baffles everyone held intensified and there was hesitation to make any movement that would make Ludwig act more like a sudden fool.

“It’s here, carino.” Renata went to get the bowl and handed it to him, but Feliciano remained still after having in its hold, mostly worried over his arising king.

“Ludwig…are you okay?”

“Fine, fine, fine, why would you be asking?” How cute he blushed, the wonder in his eyes, taken absolutely by his arising queen. Feliciano smiled at such a truth of emotion.

“Luddy, why don’t we dine with nonno in his room tonight?”

“Ye-yeah, yeah sure, I see no problem with that.”

Feliciano skipped away in big elation.

Afterwards, the only thing left were the last chuckles of Vicenzo and Renata, then leaving the topic and determined on finishing the lunch as well as the blueberry and chocolate cupcakes.

What Augustus thought would be a dinner to focus on speaking to Ludwig and probably slapping him as payback for how he treated Feliciano after their reunion, ended up with a family dinner in his room, including a Greek nephew, a Turkish sailor, a Portuguese relative of Antonio and a mysterious group from what was thought the lost kingdom of white. It was loud, there was endless laughter, and how wonderful to see Ludwig and Feliciano sitting together, smiling to each other, sharing pieces of food, even leaning against one another, Ludwig’s arms around his waist, Feliciano poking Ludwig’s nose and even nuzzling to it. It made him laugh…they were being that annoying couple that as children they had spoken of never wanting to be. Pookie still remained in his bed, in his tiny form this time, purring and cuddling into Augustus’s hand, the old man enjoying from the small creature, not minding to continue with his caresses. Herakles and Sadiq were at the verge of fighting again, but a handing of the cupcakes Ludwig had made had stilled them instantly. The rest of the attention was on Lovino, who was showing some of his red lined marks on his arm to Kandake, checking to see if the baby would arrive with sickness or defect. To the relief of many, she had given them the positive news of expecting a very healthy baby.

How beautiful, how perfect this painting he ruled upon. Helena would be so proud of them all and it was moments like these that made him miss her deeply. Soon, perhaps…soon.

It was a kind of repeat for the next few days, all expecting the soon birth of…name that was still being fought upon. They all cleaned, cooked, baked, even helped out in the fields, cutting grass, gathering some of the grapes for either wine or just to eat at the moment. It was rather blissful, a vacation, sunny days with laughter and enjoyment.

It was a beautiful afternoon like this, windows open letting a delightful breeze refresh all the halls, bringing in quite a lighting of the inner colors to make even the site rest. No one dared to ruin it with words, Ludwig and Feliciano silent as they ordered and packed some of the fruits just brought. They had this room alone, the rest either working outside or preparing the kitchen, leaving it silent enough to think that they had all the villa to themselves. Feliciano hummed some random tune, Ludwig content with listening to him as he worked. The humming then took a familiar tune, one of utter importance that Ludwig couldn’t miss, his peeling in a halt, ears focused to listen on its completeness. To a surprise, Ludwig began humming along, his loud, breaking, bringing Feliciano to that same stillness he had taken for a moment to listen to him. Their gazes met, the idea reaching them instantly, bringing a dear smile, but yet there was still some shyness, some fear, and Lovino, as he gazed through a crack in the door, couldn’t stand it.

“What are you doing?” Antonio asked him, meeting him as he made his way from upstairs with Augustus’s empty plates from breakfast.

“Do you remember that small music chest we gave Feliciano for his Berlin departure?” Lovino instantly asked.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Help me look for it,” Lovino decided, leading Antonio forward.

“Wh-why? Wouldn’t it be in the king’s villa with all the rest of his stuff anyways?”

“Feliciano brings a bag every day from that place, perhaps it’s in there.”

“He mostly just brings spices and flowers,”

“You’ve clearly forgotten how sentimental my brother is.”

To Antonio’s surprise and Lovino’s correctness, they found the chest tucked well inside a handkerchief. It was a bit scrapped and dirtied, but it showed proof of use, of nights held in the hand of the arising queen, for the turmoil, for the relieving, for the hold of light in darkness. Both Antonio and Lovino were gleeful about this, remembering how much it had cost to get it made. At least Feliciano had been fruitful with it.

“Come on,” Lovino commanded them both back to the room, where now Ludwig and Feliciano had gone back to their usual peeling, but silent. The fear had won this time, but Lovino wasn’t going to let it continue. In that moment Renata was making her way down to meet them, catching Lovino opening the chest to begin the melody. This became the new only presence, both Ludwig and Feliciano perking in an instantaneous that almost seemed comical to those who watched by the door. The melody went on, having both the figures stilled, but nothing else occurred. When Lovino was at a verge of patience, Ludwig this time initiated the humming, going along with his peeling, then placing, true to the lullaby of the chest, like a normality not to question, but yet Feliciano remained in a haze, wondering if it was happening, if this could just be a dream. He feared to disturb it, his figure slumped, given up to the song.

“I’ll journey and see beyond the lines of our kingdom

Never a fear to be lost, never a fear to fall

In pleasure, I will take the mysteries of what I could meet

If you accept to be mine, my Queen.”

Ludwig began, slowly, still as hesitant, the strength of his voice still evident, clearly not as melodic. He knew he couldn’t sing that well, yet he tried. To Feliciano it was blissful enough, breathless at that last phrase that Ludwig had sang with such strong meaning that he might as well whispered it close in his ear.

“No heat, no cold, will stop me of my search

No sun, no rain to go against my strength

Just promise me your hand

And love me in our eternity.”

Ludwig turned fully to Feliciano by now, close, the fruits now fallen in their heap, a hand reaching to take his, which Feliciano instantly grasped wanting to show that very promise.

“My sun, my moon, my land, my love

I know it’s a journey you will overcome

But I don’t need you to go so far

I want you here to kiss me.”

Feliciano so easily picked up the melody along in the continuing harmony, his voice clearly more pristine and enchanting for Ludwig to take his turn to be as breathless. Feliciano stood, pulling Ludwig to do the same, moving them forward in a familiar starting that the taller could not deny.

“Would you want all the gold I will find for you?

Would you like the songs I will bring from afar for you?

Would you accept me as your shield?

And would you want me always by your side?”

And they began dancing, Ludwig’s voice as frivolous as the spins, as the jumps, as the holds with magic to spread across the room, the viewers by the door not being able to hold down any smiles.

“I don’t want any of the riches you will bring

I don’t care for any of the songs

I only want you to hold

I only want your arms around me.”

Feliciano continued, the song now strong on their heads, more powerful than even the melody that still rang from the chest. Their hold together as they swayed across the remained tight, yet free enough to expand their dance and imagine a feast of their own.

“Bring me your love, your kisses, your loyalty,

Your passion, your hope, your defeat,

Your promise, your weakness, your strength,

I will keep it all in my heart.”

By this time, Antonio, Lovino and Renata couldn’t hold themselves, they had come in, clapping along and laughing, Feliciano and Ludwig not minding it at all, it didn’t stop their own array of joy.

“I’ll journey and see beyond the lines of our kingdom

Never a fear to be lost, never a fear to fall

In pleasure, I will take the mysteries of what I could meet

If you accept to be mine, my King.”

And with one last flourishing spin Ludwig had taken Feliciano in, practically screaming the last bits of the song, they finished, yet still laughing, with shinning glows in their expression that the rest joined them in.

Excited gibberish sprung in the air, the euphoria still too intense to really focus on proper words and communication, instead settling with these claps and the continuing laughter that kept the room beautifully alight.

“That was beautiful,” Renata complimented.

“It was just like old times!” Antonio added.

“I never thought I would actually get excited over watching you too be so sappy with each other,” Lovino said.

Feliciano and Ludwig were still too happy to really comment on their presence, they continued to answer with laughter, giggles, even blushes.

“You have to come, quickly!” It was all interrupted with the sudden crash entrance of Kandake, worried, fretting, even sweating with sudden harsh labor.

It stilled all like ice.

“What’s wrong?” Renata asked.

“It’s Augustus!”

In a rush they all found themselves in the upper areas of the house where his room was located. They met a scene of surrounding people, most those of the White Kingdom, along with a doctor and nurse from the village, and some of the servants.

“It’s not working!”

“He still can’t breathe!”

“Signore Vargas, we need you to lay down!”

“I need more towels!”

“Pass me the Jairus potion!”

They all fretted and shouted.

Renata and Lovino were quick to join the group, trying their best to calm their shaking, sweating and breathless father and grandfather. Ludwig went to help with the extra towels they needed, and Feliciano…was petrified. He couldn’t find his movements, everything around him moving like a blur, the lost look in his grandfather’s eyes one of the most terrifying things he had seen in his life, keeping him in his unsureness of what to do.

“Feliciano! Come on!” His brother’s desperate shout was enough of a shake to bring back reaction to the arising queen. He quickly joined the rest in trying to calm the man by rubbing the pain away, putting potions and medicines, using the towels to clean the heavy sweat or to just get him to talk or calm down.

They ended up using a very strong and difficult tranquilizing spell, the only one of the countless that managed to bring calm to the old man, settling him back into a heavy rest, yet still looking pained with every released breath. They all remained close and attentive, as if holding still to the fretting body, waiting for the continuation. When minutes passed on and the room took dreaded silence, some of the servants, even the nurse, thought it well to depart, leaving the doctor, Abasi and Kandake to watch over Augustus, still doing their check up over what just happened. The rest, still shaken and anxious remained in the distance, silent between themselves, their hands either rubbing harshly over the other or patting one’s back to ease.

Done and sure, the three turned towards the family, their expressions showing a downcast and held words that the family knew were to pierce and destroy.

“What…. what happened?” Renata spoke out the question that all held.

The three looked among themselves, silently deciding who was going to word the answer, Kandake taking a deep breath and moving forward to speak.

“Augustus lost energy…a lot of energy, enough to loose his breath, to weaken his brain, his heart, lungs and many other organs in his body. Many things are starting to become unresponsive and it is only spreading throughout.” She was afraid to continue with the rest, especially when she spotted the watering in Renata’s eyes. “It’s…the final stage of his sickness.”

It was the sharp pain like needles to make them realize and react, what weakened their legs, what brought the tears and the despair to their hearts.

“Final stage…fi-final stage?” Feliciano questioned through the reddening and the tears beginning their fall over his cheeks.

This would be the hardest part to say.

“I’m sorry, but he’s now going through something natural that we cannot go against, a point where there’s nothing we can do…but prepare.”

“Prepare? Prepare for what?” Lovino was reaching exasperation even with his own tears.

Kandake knew that this was the moment she had to be clear. “He’s dying.”

#Feliciano and the King of Hearts #fatkoh #f&tkoh #gerita #gerita fanfiction #gerita fanfic #gerita fic

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praisehiminthehallway · 7 years ago

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The ‘B’ Word

Another day. Another doctor. And yet, another surgical procedure. This was the week I thought would be relaxing. I only had one appointment scheduled and it was just for genetic testing – a long interview about my family history and a saliva swab – and the rest of the days were going to be spent enjoying our last bit of “normalcy” before treatments begin. But then Monday morning my phone rang and Dr. Raj was on the phone. Dr. Moses Raj, my medical oncologist, a nice man. I should have known when I heard his voice that it wasn’t a friendly check up. Important doctors like him don’t make friendly calls. Nope, what he wanted to tell me was that some lymph nodes in my chest lit up during my PET scan last Friday. So my treatment was being delayed until those lymph nodes could be biopsied. He was going to walk downstairs and refer me to (yet, another doctor) a thoracic surgeon who would do the biopsy. So once again, we were back in Pittsburgh for a consult and back in Pittsburgh again for out-patient surgery. I wish I could say that I praised my way through this week. Or that I was overcome by this overwhelming peace that calmed every nerve in my body and my pounding heart. But what I felt was fear, and this nagging voice in the back of my head that reminded me of every possible thing that could go wrong if these lymph nodes were in fact cancerous. And I started replaying Dr. Raj’s words in my head. Once I would replay them and hear possibilities that these nodes were something else. And then I would replay his words again and hear that this was bad, bad, bad.

So on Tuesday we met doctor number seven. That’s not her name, I just started counting the other day and realized that I now have 7 doctors in my life. Two months ago I had a grand total of one doctor in my life. I saw her once a year and then more frequently when I was pregnant with our babies. Speaking of our babies, my miracle baby is 6 months old today! Why is he a miracle to me? Because he was conceived, carried inside of me and developed for 9 months and born from my body right alongside cancer. And now it is likely that I won’t carry any more babies whether I wanted to or not.

So Tuesday was our consult. When the nurse came in to schedule my procedure she offered me the first available date of March 2nd. Oh, no! My treatment was being delayed until the results of this biopsy came back, so the doctor made clear that they were squeezing me into the schedule. And earlier today, exactly one week from my last out patient surgery, Rob and I once again got up before the sun and followed all the red brake lights into the city. But yesterday as I anticipated today’s procedure, felt fear gripping my heart and considered the possibility of finding out the results of the biopsy, I thought of a Sunday school class that I sat in on several months ago taught by a missionary that our church supports in the country of Germany. That Sunday morning Jay Eastman challenged our Sunday School class not to limit God to the scope of our imagination but to go before Him with “God sized prayers”. And I thought to myself, who am I to only ask of God the things that I can put together in my own mind when I know and believe with all my heart that God is bigger than my own mind? To scale him down to a god that I can fit inside the walls of my own perspective? He is so much bigger and infinitely wiser. We are told in Hebrews 4:6 “Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.” God is able to do so much more than I could ever imagine or even think to ask him. He’s done it before in my life, I know I gave some examples in an earlier blog post and if you ever want to hear more, just ask. So why, when I go to him with the greatest longings of my heart, would I just ask of the things that I *think* might be best case scenarios? Friends, I’ve decided to begin going more boldly to Jesus and asking big. Praying God sized prayers, that might seem outrageous, but the God I serve is pretty outrageous in what He is capable of doing.

In order to biopsy lymph nodes in my chest, they first went down through my breathing tube with a needle. They explained that a pathologist would be in the OR to get an immediate reading on that tissue. If they didn’t get a good enough reading from that sample, they would make an incision at the base of my neck so they could go in and get a larger chunk to biopsy. Knowing that the only reason that they would not cut into my neck would be that the first biopsy showed cancer, the very first thing I did when I woke up in recovery today was feel my neck… I had an incision. So I coughed, complained about my pounding head, guestimated my pain level, yada yada yada and then the fellow working under my surgeon came over to my bedside. Benign was the word that I heard! So Rob and I both have pretty much blanked on anything else that was said to us regarding my lymph nodes and why they lit up in the CT scan. Basically, it’s something that I will have looked into further when this is all said and done and is not an urgent issue. The important part was that B word.

Now I’m exhausted. But the week is not over. We had not even pulled out of the parking garage this afternoon, when my cell phone rang to schedule another last minute CT scan to finalize the preparation for my radiation treatment. So tomorrow it is. Back to Pittsburgh. No rest for the weary, isn’t that what they say? But tonight, will you praise the God of all creation with me? Even when fear grips my heart and whispers lies inside my head, He holds my whole being and He must smile knowing how much better the outcome will be than what I picture in my own mind.

Here’s a good song to praise the God who is bigger than the scope of our imaginations. It’s called Great Are You Lord by All Sons and Daughters.

You give life, You are love You bring light to the darkness You give hope, You restore Every heart that is broken Great are You, Lord It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise to You only

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jCnAAeEJSQ

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Don’t Burn the Coffee - Ch. 2

It was just going to be one of those days…until Suga walked in.

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Now where to go? The closest place to here is the One World Trade Center, probably. We’re closer to that than Korea Town or Little Italy. I swallow the remnants of my drink and join Suga outside.

“You’ve ridden subways in South Korea, right?” I say, trying to ignore the awkward exchange from inside.

“Of course,” he says, avoiding a group of walkers as they rush by on the sidewalk. “But New York subways are a different animal. I want to see it.” He pulls out his backpack and removes a camera from inside, one with a nice lens.

“Oh yeah,” I say.

“What.”

“Nothing. Come on, I think we can take the N or R from here and transfer. I think.”

“Here,” he says. He pulls out a pocket-sized map of the city written in Hangul and opens it until he finds their location. “Yeah, you’re right, nice.” He closes the map and replaces it inside his bag, holding the camera slung around his neck out of the way. I try not to, but a tiny laugh escapes my mouth.

“What,” he says, looking back at me.

“You’re the epitome of a tourist right now.”

“That’s what I am. Better be prepared than lost. But also, a tourist who looks as good as I do isn’t a bad thing, that’s a contribution to society.”

I shake my head, trying not to smile. “Come on.”

We leave the daylight for the sweltering heat of a subway station. Suga takes a bit of time to get his card and then more time to swipe it. On the third unsuccessful attempt, I hold out my hand from behind him expectantly and he gives me the card. I lean forward, almost touching his shoulder with my cheek as I swipe the card through successfully in one go. He looks back at me, his face unreadable as he walks through. He stands looking at the signs right in front of the turnstile, so I grab his arm as I come through and gently lead him toward the wall, others quickly passing through where we’d left and one person giving us an unapproving look.

Suga looks at my hand on his arm as I lead him away, and I quickly remove it.

“Sorry,” I say. As I turn to head down the hall, I catch him rub his neck and smile.

As we approach the trains heading toward Brooklyn, I begin to jog, seeing the N has just arrived and people are filing in. I look back to see Suga following suit, and we both just barely make it on before the doors close. I smile and pump my arm slightly in victory, a habit from when I originally moved to the city and caught my first last-minute train. I remembered Suga and hope he hadn’t seen, but when I look over he’s smiling from ear to ear, revealing his teeth. I pretend I don’t know what he’s grinning about and look for a seat. Seeing none, I grab onto a bar by the opposite door just as the train starts moving. Suga latches onto a ceiling bar next to me in the center aisle.

“Here,” he says, handing me an ear bud. I look at it and take it from his hand, blowing on it and putting it in my ear.

“My ears aren’t that dirty,” he says, looking at his phone and swiping the screen. Gradually the sounds of a song come through. It’s hip-hop with a strong beat I begin to feel in my chest as I get into it, pushing the earbud to hear better. I lean my head against the bar, trying to ignore how awkward I still feel about this whole situation and how weird it is. The thought that I need to email my work when we get off the subway fades as I let my brain get caught up in the beats and loops of the song.

I’m not one to get passionate about music outwardly. But this time I do close my eyes. It’s not my favorite song, but it’s a relief, and even though the words are in Thai, I think, they have a comforting feel to them.

The song comes to an end, and another more upbeat tune with less passion and more of a dance beat comes through to my ears. I open my eyes to find Suga is also leaning his head against the bar I’ve been supporting my own head with, and he’s looking at me. I stare back, not really sure where else to look and feeling a bit challenged. I’m about to try to make some kind of conversation when the train lurches to a stop and the doors open once again. A flood of people pushes me further into the door. Before I know it, Suga’s pressed up against me, the crowd forcing us closer. I’m suddenly very conscious of my breathing and try to limit my movement. I realize he’s just a few inches taller than me, and I also realize our chests are touching. I clench my eyes unconsciously and I hear him chuckle.

“Seriously, relax. You’re fine,” he says quietly in my ear. I swallow and breathe out. We stand like this, me watching the pulse on his neck throbbing as the train moves. He looks down at me, cocking his head, and gently puts the earbud back in my ear, blowing it off again before he does so. I smile at the gesture and look down at a blank spot on the floor before leaning my head back against the door as he presses play. This time it’s in English, an indie-rock band I’ve never heard of. I can feel the heat from his body as we stand there moving and realize I feel safe. As the music fills my head and I see Suga standing there, I feel the pressure that often squeezes my brain release. My mind stops wandering and rests here, on the train and this music and the blunt person in front of me, who is either looking at my forehead or at the reflection in the window. I’m avoiding his eyes, so I can’t tell. We roll into the next station, our stop, and I distance myself from Suga’s body, handing him the earbud as the door we’ve been leaning against opens.

I walk briskly to the E, and Suga walks casually behind me. I stop when we reach the platform and lean against the wall. “Are you sick,” Suga asks as he catches up to me.

“No, why do you think I’m sick?” I say, looking at him quizzically as he leans against the wall next to me.

“You’re very uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” I say. “Sorry. I’m usually pretty laid back and friendly. I think I’m just taken aback. And,” I hesitate. “And I’m not the greatest with guys. I grew up with a younger brother, but somehow that didn’t give me an edge. I’ve only had a handful of good guy friends. The one boyfriend I had in college I dumped after a month because I couldn’t deal with it.”

“Not the right guy, sounds like,” Suga theorized. “I’ve lived with a group of six guys for a big chunk of my life. If I talk to girls, millions of people freak out, so I don’t go out of my way to do it very much, aside from people I work with and staff. I get it, it’s awkward. I’m not going to jump you, so if that’s what you’re worried about, don’t be. You’re cute, you seem like a nice person, despite the fact you might be a liar and a reporter. If you relax I might even find I enjoy being around you, so do me a favor and chill.”

I don’t say anything at first, trying to reorder my brain, and exhale. “Give me the earbud again,” I say, reaching out my hand. He complies, and begins playing his music. We stand there, waiting for the train. When it comes, we manage to find seats and continue in silence, letting the music act as a sort of third person to our otherwise awkward party.

We arrive at the World Trade Center station and hop off. I lead him through the crowds, across the streets and to the spot where the impressive memorial sits, two holes in the ground with water flowing down, postmodern fountains where the structures used to stand. Single roses have been placed on the monuments here and there, their stems stuck into the deeply etched names of victims from the terrorist attack.

“Do you know much about what happened?” I ask, breaking the silence between us.

“Not much, but I know the general history book short description. Did you know anyone who died?”

“An uncle died, yeah. I had a friend in school who lost her mom.”

Suga nods and doesn’t say anything. Instead he leans against the monument, scanning the names. Not that I can tell if he can read them or not. It doesn’t really matter. It’s a lot of names no matter what language they’re written in. I glance at a couple across the way on the other side of the memorial. The man places a rose stem in one of the names and stares at it, grabbing for the woman’s hand. He fumbles for it, so the woman holds his arm with one hand and glides her other hand into his fumbling fingers. I tear up. I didn’t know my uncle really, but I knew my friend’s mom. She was a lovely person. It was the first time besides the death of the family cat that I had to really confront the idea of dying, death and the empty spaces left by those absences. The uncertainty beyond that chasmic unknown, the brief point between dying and dead that lasts as long as a single breath.

“What?” Suga’s voice interrupts my stream of thought.

“Nothing, sorry.” I shake my head. “Just thinking about something.”

“Well obviously. It doesn’t mean you have to keep it to yourself. If someone asks they probably want to know.”

“You don’t want to know.”

“I just asked didn’t I?”

“It’s morbid.”

“So what?”

I purse my lips. “Just thinking about dead people and death. It’s not a fun conversation.”

“Conversations aren’t all fun. I haven’t had anyone die in my life but it doesn’t mean I’m not afraid of it. Those emotions and that fear are part of being human. That’s why people write music and make art, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“It’s a part of life. And it’s sad. I’m sorry you lost people.”

“Thanks.”

He turns around and puts his elbows up against the monument, supporting his weight, then leans toward me to the side. “See?”

“See what?”

“It’s not so bad talking to people. Just don’t expect so much. I didn’t run away.”

I smile. The whole conversation seems trivial now.

“Want to go up?” I say.

“Up where?”

I point to the top of the New World Trade Center. He smiles and nods at me. Grabbing the sleeve of his T-shirt, I lead him to the end of the line for people who don’t have tickets.

“It’s gonna be a long wait,” I say, mostly to myself but still in Korean.

“I don’t mind,” Suga says, sauntering up next to me in the line, which has just taken a promising few steps forward. “Are you one of those people who’s lived here your whole life?”

“Me? No, I grew up in Connecticut, which is north of the city. I went to a private school there, a pretty tight-knit group of friends. Uh, I did yearbook all four years and was at most events because of that. It was fun. Then I came into the city for college. NYU for a communications major and a minor in language. You can guess which one.”

“Why Korean?”

“Well, there was this Korean barbeque restaurant in the town I grew up in. Technically it’s a city, but it’s small and doesn’t feel anything like this. And I would go there with my friends from high school a lot because it wasn’t a place we ever saw adults we knew and the food was good and the atmosphere was fun, and on Friday nights they had these shows they’d do for free that youth were allowed to see. They didn’t card you. And, I don’t know, I just sort of loved the language I heard coming from the mouths of the waitresses and the owners. It was sort of smooth and soft but harsh at the same time, I don’t really know how to explain what it sounded like to me. It was versatile and seemed both full of humor and elegant at the same time, I guess.”

Suga’s smiling at this point, watching the ground next to me as he listens and takes steps with the crowd as it progresses. When it comes to a halt again, he turns his chest toward me as he looks at me again. “Do you think you’d ever live there?”

“I’ve thought about it. It’s not out of the question. I’ve put off looking into it more than casual searches on Google because the idea of that kind of change and leaving behind my friends and family for long periods of time with no promise of being able to see them more than once a year, if that, is kind of terrifying to me.”

“But would it make you happy?”

I pause, thinking, and shrug my shoulders. “I wouldn’t know unless I did it.”

He nods approvingly and looks up, inhaling through his nose as he stretches his shoulders. “Ah, yes. Always the problem isn’t it. Obligations, fear, uncertainty, guilt.” The line moves forward.

“I guess that’s what you’ve had to deal with, having gone against your family to do your music.” It strikes me that, just because everyone knows about this, maybe it wasn’t something I should have brought up. It was common knowledge amongst his fans, but it’s not like the person, Min Yoongi, automatically wanted to talk about it just because everyone knew.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t bring that up,” I say quickly, looking at the ground and inch a bit forward to give myself something to do, even though the crowd’s not moving at this point.

“No, it’s ok. It was hard. It’s still hard.” He takes a breath. “It’s better than it was. It’s better. But I still feel like,” he pauses. “It’s like, if I go back for birthdays or holidays or just to visit, it’s like I’m a visitor. They treat me like their son, but I feel like I’m so separate from their existence and their life now. And I still resent them sometimes, and I feel guilty about that too.”

“I’m sure they’re proud of you now though. You showed them something they didn’t think would happen. It’s not about proving them wrong, but I bet they have a lot of trust in you now.”

“Why do you say that? I left.”

“I mean yeah, there’s that, but you did what you said you’d do. Times 10. And that says a lot for a person. I don’t do that half the time, following through. I’m sure it’s still hard though. Your trust in them and theirs in you is more complicated than that, I know.”

I didn’t realize the line had been moving at such a pace, but we’re now at the front, so we wordlessly enter the doors, buy our tickets, and wait in the throng to get up in the elevators that will take us high above the city.

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balarouge · 6 years ago

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Danforth Music Hall turns 100 - NOW Magazine

WOLF PARADE at Danforth Popular Music Venue (147 Danforth), Friday (August 16), doors 7 pm.

THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS at Danforth Songs Hall (147 Danforth), Sunday (August 17) doors 7 pm. $18.88-$43.50. ticketmaster.com.

Walk due to the Danforth Songs Hall's lit-up signboard and nameplate indicator near the corner of Broadview and Danforth and you instantly get a sense of its previous life as a traditional movie theater. Yet responsible for that acquainted exterior lies a century of record-- one full of twists and also transforms along the method to its own current duty as the leading mid-sized songs venue in the city.

Initially designed as a motion picture theater as well as opened on August 18, 1919, the structure was actually then understood as Allen's Danforth Theatre (portion of the broader Allen chain of cinemas). It was eventually renamed the Music Venue when it began featuring live acts in the 1970s.

Designated a building of historical interest under the Ontario Culture Act in 1985, the structure still preserves a number of its original features, featuring designed brick as well as stylized "AT" signs on the frontal wall surfaces exemplifying the original label.

After several versions as a movie theater that occasionally held online efficiencies, the theatre closed in 2004 after years of forget as well as degeneration, yet was actually revitalized by brand-new owners in 2006 who embarked on extensive renovations to recover the once-grand old hall as a gig site before it was actually once again closed down in 2010 as a result of to non-payment of rental payment.

Currently managed through promoters Embrace Shows (that have actually been actually operating the site given that 2011) as well as Reside Nation (who obtained Embrace this year), the Songs Venue has ended up being a go-to location for crucial local area as well as touring acts as well, hosting features over the years from all categories, consisting of Rihanna, Justin Bieber, Lorde, Declaration, Dad John Misty and also career-highlight multi-night fly neighborhood acts like Daniel Caesar, Alvvays and Jessie Reyez. It even created international updates late in 2013 after a quarrel burst out onstage during the course of a Pusha T show.

"We viewed that there was actually a space in the marketplace for a mid-sized location and were confident this would load that space," points out Embrace president Adam Gill, whose enthusiasm in the area was 1st triggered by a set of legendary Arcade Fire reveals there in June 2010. "The place is a gorgeous, historic spot with remarkable audio. The proprietors, Mike Andrikopoulos and also Spiro Dotsikas, had owned the place considering that the 70s and it was extremely vital to them to have the venue carry on as an auditorium, so our experts were fortunately capable to reach out to a take care of them to lease the property."

After purchasing top-line sound as well as specialist remodelings, another adjustment Embrace created was actually to produce the chairs in the location removable to ensure the venue might book general admission programs, causing its current ability of 1,425. Over the previous many years, the city's live-music yard has viewed places of all dimensions shut their doors due to progression and gentrification. With a general lack of mid-sized spaces (particularly with Massey Venue's interim for restorations till following year), the Danforth Songs Hall has actually become a much-needed space-- just the right size for every little thing coming from surfacing artists on the edge of an advancement to celebrities preferring a much more close connection along with their followers.

The Danforth Dance hall are going to commemorate its 100th anniversary along with a set of series by beloved indie shows Wolf Parade and also The New Pornographers this weekend break. To indicate the event, our company talked to Canadian performers who've participated in the Dance hall to tell us about their most unforgettable programs at the fabled location-- and why they think it's thus necessary to the urban area's songs setting.

Brad Barr, The Barr Brothers

I always remember some of our shows there when my (then) four-year-old lad intended to hop on phase that evening. He was actually hanging around in the wings-- eventually he snuck previous his mama and started tromping my foot pedals!

Theatres like the Danforth, built with all the style and also elegance of early 20th-century style, are ending up being increasingly unusual, specifically for rock 'n' roll performances. And also the Danforth, for all its own ostentation, possesses a quite casual feel about it, uncomplex as well as truthful.

Think of if a place like the Danforth didn't exist-- it is actually occurring straight under our noses: aged theaters being actually knocked down following growth and gentrification. It is actually deeply saddening and also difficult to fix up. There are actually communities that have actually moved to conserve all of them-- the center of a city lies in exactly how its residents honor its own past times, in sculpting an area for it as they relocate in to the future.

Carl Newman, The New Pornographers

It is actually an elegant and timeless place that attaches you to afterward and makes you believe that what you are actually carrying onto show business possesses worth, which it is actually component of a lengthy custom. Places like the Danforth are excellent for bands that can't earn a living having fun in little nightclubs however have not moved to 5,000- or even 10,000-seat venues. Without locations like the Danforth, there is a wall structure that is challenging to damage through to come to the upcoming spot. I certainly never pictured I 'd reside in a band prominent sufficient to market out an area like that.

Ingram Barss

Joel Plaskett

The Danforth has a record that's intangible but incredibly real-feeling as a performer, not different to Massey Venue or even the Horseshoe, yet special in its own way. It's a great size for a show-- merely major enough to really feel intimate as well as view faces at the rear of the area. I've had capacities there certainly both as a status area along with the Emergency and also playing audio along with my father brown when the venue was settled. I've played several of my best programs there-- can't stand by to play it once more with Yeast Infection Anchorite in Oct.

Gathering together to stay songs is actually such an integral part of what creates neighborhood-- substantial venues may not be always my favorite, however 1,000-1,500 is actually definitely the best measurements for the target market to think hooked up to the performer, and the other way around. Here's to viewing the music angels assist stream out the 200 candlesticks in 2119.

Steve Sladowski, PUP

Our three-night legend in December 2016 was fairly crazy, and also even more recently, strolling unofficial to a full-venue "Let's go, Raptors!" song after completion of our established on June 7 as well as taking a seat backstage to locate the Raptors effectively on their method to succeeding Activity 4 of the 2019 NBA Finals was fairly remarkable.

Every series our experts've viewed there seems and looks fantastic. [Bandmate] Zack [Mykula] as well as I have found both settled and also status series at the Dance hall, featuring Run the Jewels, Primus, Courtney Barnett, Repossessing Sunday, St. Vincent and [RuPaul's Drag Race] Werq the World, only to name simply a couple of. As artists, the site staff and team are a number of the most effective we've run into anywhere in the world. They are actually friendly and also have their spunk all together-- two top qualities that are actually definitely necessary for exploring bands.

I participated in the Danforth in January 2014-- terrific energy in there certainly. I believe that is actually to some extent due to the fact that it's a site that individuals really like to head to. It is actually easy to reach, yet likewise believes that a place. Good-sized phase, but still seems like a genuine gathering in there certainly.

I caught one of the Daniel Caesar reveals there-- illest set concept ever in a location that dimension. Merely ridiculous. A Group Knowned As Red performed a married couple shows in there that experienced unique to me. I also saw José González certainly there this year and also that was actually one of the greatest shows I think I've ever found.

Amy Millan, Stars

Our team have actually been actually playing our yearly holiday season shows at the Dance hall every December for the previous thirteen years. Locations like the Danforth are what have allowed us to create our living. You can easily feel the background as soon as you stroll in-- areas possess souls, as well as the Danforth has the soul of a squeeze.

Absolutely the craziest set of programs was when I was actually nine months' pregnant. I was significant-- my guitar basically was suggesting the roof. I was rather tired due to the side of the show, so I would certainly place on my coat and also footwear through the side of the stage set while the musicians were actually doing the lengthy outro to Fairy tale Of The Big Apple and also then slip out the back door as well as basically be actually home by the opportunity the program ended. Among those evenings, I left the structure to discover it was snowing gently and also a handful of individuals were streaming out of the hall and discussing just how they liked the show as I snuck through all of them under a huge winter months hood-- it was actually a fairly magical emotion. Hearing that Gord Downie had actually brought his whole loved ones to that very same series and was actually shaking it in the patio nearly created me ruptured. (PS: The little one happened a few weeks eventually.)

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