warnings: heavy mentions of sex (but not smut), swearing, this is a non supernatural fic (so scott isn’t a werewolf lyd isn’t a banshee allison isn’t dead fuck you jeff davis fuck you you piece of shit and yadda)
“Al-Allison stop there’s a customer!” I hissed, but she continued throwing seeds at me.
“You deserve this!” She said, borderline yelling. I gave her a mock angry look, bracing my hands up in front of me while she continued pelting me.
“I made one comment!” I whisper screamed, and eventually snatching the bag of seed from her. “Would you cut that out grow up!” Allison giggled as I zipped it back up, and put it back on the shelf in the back room.
“Yeah yeah. You go get those out of your hair and I’ll help the customer” Allison said, rolling her eyes. I flipped her off just before she walked out of the room.
I re situated the blue apron tied around my neck and waist, with the ironed on Lou’s Flower Shop patch on the front. I pulled your hair out of it’s ponytail, and at least twenty seedlings fell onto the ground. A mental note was made to kick Allison’s ass later. I made my way back to the employee bathroom, finger brushing my hair as more seeds came out until I seemed to be clean of them.
“y/n!” Allison called.
“Yeah?” I called back, and pulled my hair up into a perfectly messy bun.
“Customer wants to speak to the manager” My brows furrowed as I made my way into the shop.
“What?” She pointed, and I walked further in, seeing who our customer was. “Stiles!” I grinned ecstatically, and raced towards him, jumping up and hugging him tightly. His arms caught me immediately, as they always did.
Stiles, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, had been out of town for a lacrosse tournament for the past week. Sure, we FaceTimed every night, and texted every day, (seeing that he didn’t actually play lacrosse) but it was weird not having him around.
“I missed you so much” I breathed, and his arms stayed wrapped around me as he set me back down.
“Yeah I missed you too” He responded. “Thought I’d surprise you instead of picking you up for Lydia’s party” You grinned sheepishly.
“This was much more fun” I said, shrugging my shoulders as he smiled back at me.
“When does your shift end?”
“Now, I’ll cover for her” Allison said. I turned to look at her.
“You don’t have to Alli, I’ve only got-”
“You’ve only got fifteen minutes left, so I got it” Allison said, waving her hand dismissively. “Go out for lunch or something, you’ve been moping all week” My body wiggled slightly as he squealed and clapped my hands.
“Allison I owe you a big one!” I said, untying my apron faster than ever and hanging it up behind the counter.
“I know. I’m the best” Allison said, fluffing her hair. I danced across the floor, kissing her cheek quickly before grabbing onto Stiles’ hand.
“See you tonight!”
“You too!” She called back as Stiles and I walked outside. He swung out hands wildly between us as we walked towards his Jeep.
“I liked the surprise” You said to him with a big smile while buckling in.
“Good” Stiles responded curtly. “Now, where to for lunch?”
“I don’t care, somewhere we can eat outside though because this weather is amazing. It’s actually sunny and not hot, what a strange day in California” Stiles chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot. When I looked back to the store, Allison was going outside to water the rose bushes.
“You still like working there?” Stiles asked, catching my gaze.
“I love it, it’s a perfect little job” I responded. He seemed to like my answer.
“And here from any colleges yet?”
“Still just Berkeley” I responded with a shrug. Not that I minded Berkeley, it’s just I applied for an assortment of universities that appealed to me, and Berkeley wasn’t really my number one choice. “You?” Stiles shook his head, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
“But I also haven’t seen the mail in the past week, so there could be something there whenever I get home” I nodded in response as he continued drumming.
“Ever get to play?”
“Thanks for asking, but it really just hurts my feelings more” Stiles said, and I chuckled.
“Well I was thinking you could teach me some things, over the summer, and we can practice together”
“You wanna play lacrosse?” Stiles chuckled, and parked on the side of the road. I looked out the window to see the old cafe we used to go to. Usually we would just order a coffee and a pastry. but we always talked about eating an actual lunch there. But… those crepes just always looked so good…
“Yeah” I finally answered. “Why not? Maybe it’d help you, and it could be fun” I said, shrugging a shoulder. Stiles smiled over me, and we unbuckled our seat belts.
“Alright, well if you say so then sure. but you’d learn more from Scott” I shrugged again. “You pick a table and I’ll go get menus” He squeezed my shoulder and I nodded, making my way over to an empty table with an umbrella. I pulled back the metal chair, and set my purse on the tabletop as I sat down. Just as I’d pulled my phone out, checking Insta and Snapchat, a shadow fell over me.
“Stiles” I smiled when I looked up, but it wasn’t Stiles standing there.
“Hey, your table was empty you look like you needed company” I stared wide eyed at the boy in front of me. He was attractive, to some standards anyways, but he held a smirk that made me shift in my seat.
“Thanks that’s very kind, but my boyfriend is coming back in a moment” I said promptly. Thankfully Stiles came outside at that moment. “Hey babe” I said with the biggest smile I could muster. He was confused for a millisecond before his eye line cut to the boy in front of me.
“Hey y/n, I got the menus” He said with an equally large smile, then sat down across from me. “Who’s this?” He asked.
“I’m- uh leaving” The guy walked off before anything else could be said. I sighed in relief and leaned over the table, putting my hands flat on it.
“God bless you Stilinski” I breathed, and he smiled again.
“No prob, babe” I rolled my eyes and took a menu from him.
“I’ve got other plans” I said cheekily, opening it up.
“Like getting into Theo Raeken’s pants tonight at Lydia’s party?” I raised an eyebrow at Stiles. “You eye fucked him all year y/n. I figured tonight was the night” My questioning glance turned into a smug one, and I winked.
“As a matter of fact, tonight is the night. And it’s going to be amazing” I said. Stiles looked down at his menu, hiding his face.
“I think I’m gonna try a Paganini” He mumbled.
“You wanna help me with my outfit? Lydia was gonna do it but she’s prepping for tonight” But he continued to keep his face buried in the list of foods. “Stiles?”
“Or maybe..no.. no a sandwich sounds good?”
“Stiles” I snatched the menu from his hands and he opened his mouth to protest. But I was faster. “Do you want to help me or not?” He sighed in defeat.
“Yeah, yeah sure y/n” He said, and I smiled, and looked at my own menu.
We ended up ordering two different sandwiches, and switching because we didn’t like our own. We talked more about his tournament, my job, ideas of things we could do over the summer, pretty much anything that came to mind. That;s just the way our friendship was, we did whatever whenever. It was easy really. I don’t think anyone in history had a friendship as great as Stiles’ and mine. We were unbreakable and irreplaceable.
When we finished lunch, we headed over to my place so I could get ready.
“You have no idea how excited I am” I said excitedly. I was in a bikini at the moment, going through my closet to wear something over it. Stiles was sat on my bed, watching every time I held up a possible outfit to wear over it.
“Too skimpy” He said as I held a pair of shorts and a strapless crop top.
“That’s sorta the point Stiles. I want to wear something easy to take off when I’m with Theo tonight” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Well? Do you think it’ll be good?”
“Why don’t you try the black leather skirt” I grabbed what he was referring to from my dresser, and pulled it up. It fell to my mid thigh.
“With what top?” I pondered, wandering over to my closet now.
“The white tank top with no sleeves and the collar” Stiles said. I pulled it out and buttoned it up, tucking it into my skirt. I smiled at the outfit I’d pulled together. Well, Stiles did.
“Wow, this actually looks good” Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Now sit down and braid your hair” He said, shaking his head with a slight smile. I sat down on the bench in front of my vanity, surveying my reflection.
“Thanks Stiles, you are literally the best” I blew a fake kiss while tying my hair in a loose ponytail braid down my back.
“I know” He said cockily and pulled out his phone. He took a picture of me, and from the typing he did I figured he was Snapchatting.
“Who to?” I asked, tying a hair tie at the end of my hair.
“My story. I’m crediting myself for your stunning outfit” He said. I gave a curtsy before pulling out my eyeliner.
“Cat eye right?”
“Girl you know it” I laughed, having to drop the wand as not to smudge as my shoulders shook. He got up and looked at me through the mirror, standing behind me. “You look great y/n” I smiled sweetly and he dropped a light kiss to my hair, squeezing my shoulders. “I’m getting a drink, be right back” He said, and I nodded, going back to my makeup.
When he left the room, and I finished applying the sharp black wing, I checked my phone. Instantly going to Stiles’ story. There was a picture taken from the front seat of the jeep, an open road in front of it. Then a video of Scott singing Hello way off key, with the caption HACKED on it. At the end you could hear Stiles yelling at him to get off his phone. After the video was a photo of the flower shop I worked at, and below it said surprising my favorite y/n today. I smiled big at that one. Lastly was the photo of me, grinning sheepishly as I was looking at Stiles rather the camera. It was exceptionally candid, and Stiles had written she’s beautiful on her own but I think I did an excellent job for tonight. I accidentally blushed, and shut off my phone.
“I’m back” Stiles hollered, walking into my room, and plopping back into his spot on my bed. “Eyes look great” He said, giving me an okay sign as he drank from his glass of water,
“Merci” I said, posing for a short moment. Then began to tidy up my vanity. “Are we going to your house for anything? Are you gonna swim?” Stiles shook his head.
“No that pool’s gonna be crowded and I want no part of that” I chuckled, closing up the drawers and standing up. I smoothed out the non existent wrinkles on my skirt, and looked over my room.
My eyes landed on a necklace on the top of my dresser, and I wandered over to it. My fingers looped into the chain, and I attempted to link it behind my neck. After a minute of this attempt Stiles chuckled and came over, linking the hook and the ring together. I looked down at the locket, and turned around. Stiles smiled at it, opening it up, revealing a picture of him and I that Scott had taken last year. We were at school, in science. I was obviously sleeping, my head on Stiles’ arm, lying on the desk. He was trying not to laugh, but was unable to suppress the goofy grin as he looked at the camera. Allison had been sat in front of me, and tilted her chair back to give my sleeping self bunny ears.
“I’ll never understand why you chose that one, of all the pictures to put in a necklace” I said, whilst giggling and closing the locket. It didn’t really look like one. It was a metallic circular medallion. A few swirl engravings over it. When you weren’t standing right in front of me, it just looked like a plain necklace. But to me it was beautiful because of what it held on the inside. Stiles shrugged in response, and walked back to his glass of water on my desk.
“I don’t know, I guess it’s just one of my favorites” I looked down at the locket, still held in my fingers, then placed it neatly and centered on my collarbone.
“Yeah me too” I said with a smile.
“Are you nervous?” Stiles asked, parking in the street near Lydia’s house. I pondered the question, unsure of how to answer without being totally sure of myself. In a way, no of course I wasn’t. It was at Lydia’s house, all of my friends would be there, I was slaying the look Stiles had picked out for me, and to top it all off, I was wearing my lucky necklace. But on the other hand… well maybe a little. Big crowds wasn’t exactly my strong suit. If I was left alone in them for more than 15 minutes I began to get a little claustrophobic and self conscious.
“I don’t think so” I responded, and pulled down the sunshade to look in the mirror.
“If you’re nervous about how you look, you really shouldn’t be” Stiles said. “Because you really do look beau-”
“y/n!” A bouncing and grinning Allison skipped up to the passenger’s door, pulling Scott behind her.
“Hey!” I said, getting out of the car to hug her. Scott took her drink from her hand, probably so she wouldn’t spill it all over me.
“You look fantastic! Whose hips are you grinding on tonight?” Allison asked. I could almost hear Stiles’ teeth grinding. I put a hand on his arm as I replied.
“Theo’s” I answered with a simplistic tone.
“Ooooh” Allison batted her eyelashes. “Well it’s ‘bout time. I’ve been watching you two check each other out since last spring” She chuckled, and I rolled my eyes a little bit, biting my cheek so I wouldn’t smile too wide. Stiles was clearly set off by the idea. “Plus he’s like, mega hot” Scott coughed, and Allison giggled, her eyes darkened in drunkenness. When she turned to him, Scott smiled at her tightly. “Don’t worry babe, you’re like… you’re… you’re… super mega hot times infinity” Scott laughed, and handed me the red plastic cup he’d previously taken from his girlfriend.
“Time to get you some water” He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Good to see you y/n” He waved slightly, and I returned it.“See you in a bit McCall” I said, watching as he and Allison walked off to a more secluded area outside. It was then I realized my hand was still on Stiles, to which I dropped it to my side.
“Wanna go in and find Lyd?” He asked, and I nodded, taking in a deep breath. “You’re going to be fine. Great! Besides, I’m not leaving your side until you tell me to” I smiled weakly in a silent thanks, then tucked my hand under his arm as I walked with him inside. My eyes had fallen down to land on our shoes. I was in black flats, and he was in old converse. I smiled at them, how they’d somehow provided a comfort. I’d seen these shoes a million times. If it wasn’t these, it was Star Wars socks, or lacrosse cleats. “You good?” Stiles asked me.
“Yeah, I think your feet just made me feel better” He chuckled, shaking his head as I looked up at him through my lashes. “Tonight’s gonna be fun” I said, mostly to hear myself say it. He nodded curtly. “And we’re going to have a great time” Stiles nodded again, smile growing. “Let’s go get a drink first”
“One, then we loosen you up in a few dances, then you go find your dream boat” He said the last part in a more sarcastic tone, but I giggled and agreed to the plan.
Three cups of beer later I was looser than the brakes in Roscoe.
I was cheering and dancing, swinging my hips and waving my hands up in the air. Here and there Stiles would laugh and spin me around, dancing in funny ways to make me laugh then saying no no, this is my best move. Every new one worse than the last. But it made me laugh, and I knew that’s what he was going for. While twirling, my eyes landed on a certain brooding boy that had been catching my attention lately. I curled back into Stiles, one hand in his, the other on the back of his neck as I leaned in close to his ear.
“Theo’s watching” I whispered to him. I could hear him swallow, and pulled away to see him looking for the dirty blonde boy. “Dance sexy with me” I said quickly. Stiles’ wide eyes shot to mine.
“What!?” He whisper screamed.“Dance sexy with me, we have to peak his interest” I said quickly, squeezing both of his hands. “Please?”
“y/n” He whined, giving me a pouty look.“It’ll only be for a second I promise” I told him, and pressed my chest to his, slowly setting my elbows up on his shoulders, my hands in his hair in moments. His own hands landed on my waist in no time at all. I smirked at his reaction, looking down at my feet as they barely moved, but the whole rest of my body did.
“This will not end well” Stiles whispered, his lips barely brushing the shell of my ear.“No” I responded in agreement, and I’d never admit it, but it was an accident when I grinded against him, pure instinct. “It’s gonna end great” I giggled at the feather light ticklish feeling of his hands wandering up to my waist.
“He’s looking for sure now” Stiles said, pulling away abruptly.
“Uh Stiles-” I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying not to look down. His eyes lowered to his khakis.
“Damn it y/n you gave me a boner!” I laughed, I tried not to I really did but i couldn’t help it.
“I am so so sorry” I said between giggles. “I mean that I really am” I said. He was red with embarrassment.
“I’m gonna go and… fix it?” Stiles scratched the back of his head.“Do you need help-?”
“No definitely not” He chuckled. I nodded, giving him an apologetic look. I suddenly felt really bad… “It’s fine y/n, trust me, taking care of it will not be bad, for me anyways. Anyone trying to get into the bathroom’s just gonna be grossed out-”
“Ew Stiles” My face contorted into one of disgust, and he just laughed.
“Okay well, call me if you need anything, enjoy lover boy and,” He stepped closer, putting a hand on my shoulder as he lowered his voice and looked directly into my eyes. “Just remember you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If at anytime something goes wrong, or you don’t like something, or literally anything, call me, find me, anything you have to do y/n and I’ll be there in a second” I smiled softly at the protective side of Stiles.
“I know. I know how to take care of myself” I snuck a secret glance to Theo, who was looking at his phone for the moment. I took his downcasted moment to press he lightest of kisses to Stiles’ cheek. He gave me a look of surprise. “I would’ve hugged you, but I didn’t want to strain lil Stiles” I pointed down to his khakis, and he groaned, rolling his eyes. Though it didn’t really seem like it was a ‘little’ Stiles stuck in there at all. I blushed, and coughed. “You go fix yourself, and I’ll go fix myself” I said, walking backwards towards where Theo was standing against the wall. He gave me a thumbs up and turned around, swiftly making his way to Lydia’s bathroom. I spun on my heel, confidently waltzing up to Theo. His eyes caught me, and shameless wandered my body.“Well hello” He said in an amused tone. “Where’s your little partner?” He asked, raising a brow. I gave a slight pout.“He got bored of me” I said. “Do you want to dance with me instead?” From the look on is face, I knew his answer was a yes, and that his mind was reeling with images of me dancing on Stiles. I tugged on his hands. “Come on, come play with me” I said, smiling cheekily as we were on the dance floor, again surrounded by people.
His lips were hot, and his kisses were hard and needy. Mine were all the same, and I let his hands run down my sides. We’d somehow gotten ourselves up the stairs and into Lydia’s room without breaking skin contact once. I wasn’t sure how it wasn’t already occupied (poor Lyd she was always buying new bed sheets) but as soon as we’d come in, I kicked the door shut and locked it for extra precaution.
I finished unbuttoning my top, the first four had been ripped open, but I wasn’t in the mind to care about it. In seconds I had it peeled over my head, and his hands had yanked open the back zipper of my skirt, hastily shoving the fabric down my leg. His hands splayed around my hips, gripping tightly. He mumbled a barely coherent “jump” against my mouth and I obliged, legs winding around his waist as his hands dropped to my ass. I squealed, and giggled, and we fell back on Lydia’s bed.
“You’ve got… right?” I panted.
“Of course babe”
It was a night to remember for sure. But not the way I wanted it to be.
I woke up alone in Lydia’s bed. And instantly, my head ached and my legs throbbed. I groaned loudly, the light from the windows making my brain pound against my skull. I wanted to gouge my eyes out they hurt so badly.
“Thought you’d be up soon” I sat up slightly, just enough to see Lydia’s figure leaning against the doorway. I whined, taking in my surroundings slowly, trying to remember the past ten hours. “I brought you water and advil” She announced, and I thanked in with a breath of relief. I took them quickly, licking my lips and blinking quickly. My eyes landed on the empty space next to me. “He left around two am” Lydia said. I rubbed my hands over my face, still unable to form a proper sentence. “Stiles is in the guest room, and he’s probably got a worse headache than you” She told me in a soft tone. Lydia’s fingers ran through my hair gently. “Need anything else?” I shook my head. “Alright, well I’ll leave you be” She said, and left the room as quietly as she could.
After continuing to rub my eyes, willing the pain to be gone, I forced myself to stand. Tears brimmed at the dizzy feeling, which only made me hurt more, but I managed to walk into the guest room. Stiles announced his presence by moaning. Through the black spots of my vision I could see him lying face down in a silky pillow, under one comforter. The ceiling fan was turned on medium, which made me relieved.
“ ‘m joining you” I mumbled, dragging my feet through the carpet as I made my way to his bed.
“y/n y/n y/n” Stiles mumbled when I crawled in.
“How much did you drink” I whispered so quietly my voice was a breath.
“Too much” He mumbled back, eyes clenched shut. “I’ve been puking all morning”
“I can tell” I whispered. “Your breath smells like mint and you never brush your teeth till after breakfast”
“Don’t mention food I’ll get sick again” He groaned, and I whispered an apology. I curled my legs up to my chest, hugging my shins. “You’re night sounded good” Stiles eventually spoke.
“I don’t remember it” I mumbled back.
“That’s too bad” He said sarcastically. I laughed gently at his voice being muffled in the pillows. “You came in afterwards, told me he fell asleep and wanted to talk”
“You were here all night?”
“When the party became a bust and people left, I came up here to chill out. You came in a few hours later, maybe one thirty” He said, eyes remaining closed, but I watched intently as he spoke. “Told me he fucked you so good you thought your brains came out of your ears” I groaned softly, putting my hands over my face in embarrassment.
“You don’t remember any of it?” He asked again, and I shook my head no.
“Nuh uh” I said, eyes slipping closed. “But I know it happened” He hummed in question. “Man cause it hurts. I think he was like… super sloppy” Stiles made a sound in the back of his throat.
“Are you trying to make me puke”
“Sorry” I said for the millionth time. Stiles chuckled, wrapping an arm over my legs and chest, hand landing on bare skin and the back strap of my bra.
“Are you not wearing clothes?” He mumbled.
“No” I hummed back, becoming drowsier. He didn’t say anything else on the subject, just kept his arm over me loosely.
“When we wake up later, like.. Way later… let’s stay in all day and eat ice cream” Stiles said, and I nodded, head pressed against his chest.
“M’kay” Was all I could manage, before yawning, and falling asleep.Besides the throb behind my head and between my legs, the whereabouts of my clothes, and the scratchiness in my throat, everything was okay in the world.
“Dean, you really don’t have to come,” you called, yanking on your boots, “it’s really not a- oh boy,” you said, stopping short when you turned and saw Dean.
To say he was embracing the whole going to a rodeo thing would be an understatement. You weren’t sure if he was trying to fit in to the crowd or trying to kill you. Because he was definitely going to kill you dressed like that.
He had his typical flannel tucked into worn jeans, but there was a big gleaming belt buckle at his waist that your eyes were stuck on. And then there was the hat. You had no clue where he’d found it, but there it was on his head, and suddenly Dean was a cowboy.
A sexy dirty hot cowboy.
“Well howdy there miss,” he said, that easy goofy grin falling across his face when he noticed you leering at him.
“Uh… hey,” you said, biting your lip, “Nice… nice hat.”
“I look good,” Dean stated confidently, breaking the spell a little and making you smile.
“Yes, yes you do,” you agreed, stepping closer until you could slide your hands up his chest and over his shoulders.
“You like it?” Dean asked, that smile still lingering on his lips as you looked up at him. There was some scruff on his face, like he hadn’t shaved in a couple days, his green eyes cast in shadow from the cowboy hat.
“You know… we don’t have to go…” you said in answer, making Dean’s grin widen.
“I dunno, you were really looking forward to-” you cut him off with a kiss, grabbing his hand as he went to yank the hat off to get it out of the way. “Oh no, cowboy. The hat stays.”
Hi! I have an armor question, and you seem fairly knowledgeable on the subject? I'm trying to find the name of the kind of belt that Saskia the Unyielding wears. Those big thick leather things with the big fancy buckles. I'm trying to get a specific technical term like 'spaulder' or 'tasset', but I'm getting lots of contradictory names and answers. Please halp. (Q_Q)
my first thought when looking at it is that its a variant of kidney belt
however, if anyone knows another term/name that’s more fitting, please let me know!
First – buckle up the boys. Elisa thought one car seat was enough as is. Then it became two. So that meant going anywhere meant giving yourself extra lead time to get ready and strap in two squirmy little boys.
Second – adjust the seat. Patrick was just slightly taller than her, so if he was at the wheel last, Elisa had to move up just a little higher and closer to the steering wheel. It’s a game of inches.
Finally, plug in the phone. The Stumps rarely had a car ride without music, to the point that Declan wouldn’t sit peacefully unless something was coming through the speakers.
Any and all Fall Out Boy music was practically off-limits when Daddy was home. But Daddy was gone today (the whole week, actually), traveling with the band. Elisa figured she’d take advantage and play her favorite album, Infinity on High.
Infinity on High was her favorite for many reasons. She was a punk chick at heart, for one thing, and Infinity was the happy draw between hardcore punk and the pop/funk that Patrick liked. But also, it was around the time that Infinity came out that Elisa met Patrick, and listening to the album evoked feelings of nostalgia and young love – just two kids, so innocent and unknowing of what the future were to bring.
Finally. It was time to go. The soft guitar picking of the intro to “Thriller” met Jay Z’s undignified vocals as Elisa backed the car out of the garage. Then a young Patrick’s voice came in.
Suddenly, Declan’s eyes and ears perked at the sound. “Daddy!” he exclaimed.
“Yes, that is Daddy,” Elisa smiled. “You recognize his voice?”
“Uhuh,” Declan said, with a hint of pride. He was quiet for a minute, listening through the chorus, until he asked his mother another question. “Mommy?”
“Yes, baby boy?”
“When Daddy was singing this, were you being in love with Daddy?”
Elisa chuckled. “Yes, yes I was.”
Silence. To process. Then he continued, “Are you still being in love with Daddy?”
Elisa laughed. Where is this boy getting all these questions? “Of course I am,” she said.
“Then why are you always getting mad at him all the time?”
Then Elisa burst laughing. “I only get mad at him…sometimes. Not all the time. But that doesn’t mean I’m not in love with him.”
“Ohhh,” Declan said in epiphany, staring out the window.
They continued the drive, stopping to check errands off their to-do list. And the album kept them company. Elisa skipped tracks when the kids were around. “This Ain’t a Scene” was a no-no, so “I’m Like a Lawyer” followed suit.
After the vamp to the chorus, Elisa heard a faint voice from the backseat.
“Me and woo, setting imma hummy noooon…”
In perfect timing. Almost perfect tune. But just a little off on the pronunciation – kinda like someone else she knew. Her heart swelled.
“Good job, Declan!” she praised, as he blushed and covered his face with his hands.
Elisa shook her head and smiled. Well, at least they were doing something right.
Okay, just a question, but am I the only one who sees Ahkmazian dressing basically as an outlaw cowboy? Like, big belt buckled, a gun somewhere on his person at all times, the brimmed hat? A cloak around the shoulders because “It hides my identity” as an added bonus?
Because I definitely do, and I enjoy the thought of him taking his hat off one day and dropping it on Ryan’s head, but it just slips down over his eyes.
For those of you who haven’t heard of The Minkii yet, welcome back from that rock you’ve been living under! It’s a better world out here thanks to these four NYC boys. Alt-rock’s newest obsession burst onto the scene with last year’s smash hit single “Happy,” and they’ve only gone up from there. They’ve released their debut EP, penned (and released!) their stellar first album, and embarked on their very own headline tour all in the past 10 months. Lead singer and guitarist Farkle Minkus, 18, is as shocked at their success as anyone. “We really can’t believe this is all happening,” he says with a smile. “One day we were struggling to get anyone to hear our demo and now we’re halfway through our own tour. It’s crazy.” Lucas Friar, the group’s 19-year-old bass-playing Texan, seconds his band mate’s statement. “Zay threw out the idea of forming a band about a year ago, and we were a mess from the start. I never thought it’d go anywhere, but here we are.”
The “Zay” in question is 18-year-old keyboardist Isaiah “Zay” Babineaux. When asked how he thought up The Minkii, he keeps his reply simple: “It was our senior year of high school, and Farkle, Lucas, and I wanted something to bring us together before life sent us down different paths. We’re all passionate about music, so I figured, why not?” So how does drummer Josh Matthews, 21, fit into the equation? “I was visiting my niece, who is one of the guys’ best friends, and overheard them talking about starting up a band.“ He sends them a smirk, eyes alight with the memory. “They didn’t have a drummer yet, so I offered myself up, simple as that. I’m just happy they agreed.” Friar reaches over, clapping a hand on Matthews’ shoulder. These boys are a tight-knit group, that much is certain.
One of the reasons behind their seemingly overnight success is their originality. The band is as unique as their name. Their work breaks the boundaries of genre, pulling on alternative, indie, and punk influences, just to name a few. Every track on the album has been written by the boys, whether individually or as a unit. “What we write is what we feel,” says Minkus, who is behind the majority of the band’s hits. “Our music is our life, and our sound will change as our lives do.”
“We all write from experience and we all have different writing styles,” Babineaux continues. “I’ll walk outside and just watch people for a bit, see how they interact. Those are the days when I write some of my best stuff.” The group nods in assent, surely thinking of some Babineaux originals locked away in The Minkii vault. “Our muses call out to us at the most random of times; we can’t control how they sound.” Friar admits that he finds quite a bit of his inspiration in his friends outside of the band, while Matthews mentions the importance of his family. Each of the boys brings something new to the table, crafting a sound that is utterly unique. They have a charisma to them that is unrivaled by any other band on the market right now. Fans cite their clear and strong friendship as one of the many reasons why the band is a favorite. You just can’t find anyone like The Minkii. These boys are going to be big, folks. Buckle up for the ride.
Thanksgiving isn’t about blending of two cultures. It’s about one culture wiping out another! And then they make animated specials about the part with the maize and the big, big belt buckles. They don’t show you the next scene where all the bison die and then Squanto takes a musket ball in the stomach.
A/N: This is my entry for @little-red-83 ‘s Coffee Christmas Song Au Challenge and just pretend Dean is dressed up as Santa Clause in that gif, okay?
Titled: ‘Mommy Was Kissing Santa Clause!’
Word Count: 1,283
Warnings: making out, Dean feels, Uncle Sam feels etc.
Summary: Twas the night before Christmas when all of the children should be in their beds and asleep but one of them sneaks of bed to see Santa brought her presents but she witnesses Santa earning his place on the naughty list.
It is most certainly the most wonderful time of the year. The sudden chill in the air. Going outside and exhaling and you puff out white smoke. Even though it’s not officially winter until Dec. 21st, winter mentally begins Dec. 1st. And lately every year it’s earlier and earlier they try to swallow Christmas down everyone’s throat.