under the maple

not to get too explicit here but I wanna have a fun night in with auston doing face masks and eye masks and eye depuffing creams and tucking him into bed early and making sure he get at least 10 hours of sleep

Under the Maple Tree - Jackson Chapter 1

Pairing: Reader X Jackson
Genre: Angst, Fluff
A/N: This is a mini-series. Just thought of publishing the first part for now. :)


It was raining when you met him. It was summer, and you are at your usual spot sitting on a shaded bench under the maple tree inside a park in the city. This is just near where you live, and you spent most of your time here alone in your thoughts. It was night and you’re drinking a can of beer waiting for yourself to get sleepy before you go back to your dorm when you heard running footsteps near you. He ran under the shade to shield himself from the rain.
He was initially surprised when he saw you but he was quick to greet and smile, “I hope you don’t mind sharing the shade with me.”
“It’s for all park goers.” You said as you straightened yourself in the seat trying to hide the can of beer in your hand.
“Drinking by yourself?” He asked, his hand motioning to the can of beer
You flushed didn’t expect a stranger to bring it up. You didn’t want to have to explain yourself to other people, but you answered with a short “Yes.” Not looking at him hoping he wouldn’t ask more.
“I run if I can’t sleep.” He said.
You glanced at him, surprised he didn’t ask why you are alone drinking and wonder what he is saying now.
He looked at you and smiled again. “I am just making conversation since it looks like the rain won’t stop soon. I hope you don’t leave me yet.” His eyes are sincere and you can’t help but smile back and just nodded. He motioned to your beer can “Please continue what you were doing before I came.”
You took a sip from the can and he continued, “I can’t sleep tonight so I tried running in this park. But it rained so I had to run here. Do you always come here?”
He just doesn’t stop talking, you can’t help but think. But what the hell, he doesn’t look like a bad person, quite the opposite in fact he’s handsome. He is wearing all black trainers with a white undershirt visible from his zippered down top. He has a muscular build, not so tall, his brown hair is covered by a black cap. His face looked like it was chiseled by an artist for a renaissance art. It crossed your mind that he may be a model of sort since his face and skin looks well maintained. It’s not every day you see a handsome stranger, so you decided to indulge yourself in the conversation. “Yes, I am always here. This is my favorite spot in the city. And in case you are wondering, I also can’t sleep which is why I am drinking.”. You raised your can for a salute and take another sip.
“This place is not bad. A lot of trees, and you can’t see the busy streets of the city. Maybe next time I can drink with you.” He smiled widely and when you looked at him, you felt your heart skipped.


Anon requested: For a chubby self conscious reader being teased for being fat and they say no one could pick her up but Gadreel over hears (she lives w/ the Winchesters) and gadreel picks her up so easy and snirks at the dickheads. And walks back to Dean.

A/N: I’ve never written Gadreel before: he’s probably horribly ooc, but I’m satisfied with the result. And anon, I hope I didn’t butcher your request too much: I kinda ran amok with it… And I hope you wanted a Gadreel x reader, because that’s what I wrote.

Let me know what you think. I thrive on feedback. Also, let me know if you want me to tag you in future stories :)

Word count: 3564

The hunt was over. Fucking finally!! After three gruelling weeks, night upon sleepless night of research, and one face palming epiphany, the three of you had reversed the curse that had turned the whole town into mindless zombies more or less.

Of course, Gadreel had helped you out. He spent most of his days in the bunker or on the road with you anyway.

At first, Sam and Dean, but especially Sam, had been super uncomfortable, but the angel had apologised and apologised, doing his best to earn forgiveness. Eventually the Winchesters had grown used to him being there, and you suspected they even began to enjoy his company.

This made you very happy. The angel had grown on you too, and after a few months you realised that you had developed a teensy crush on him. All right. It wasn’t a tiny one: maybe you’d even go so far as to say you were in love – and although you’d never say it out loud, Dean had asked you why you were always humming “that song from Hercules”.

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It is a fact that the moon has a very real influence over terrestrial things–one only need look to the tides to see the very obvious effects of gravity on enormous bodies of water!  Whilst science and mysticism agree on certain things here, so many more of us feel that the moon holds far more sway on us than is currently recognised by science.  
Emotional impact is certainly one of those things–talk to any teacher on the day of a full moon!  I have been in many a faculty lunch room where poor, exhausted teachers are talking about they can’t seem to get their students to co-operate and focus as they normally do. Then, invariably, someone looks it up and says “Oooh, it’s the full moon!” and the whole room goes “Oooooh, no wonder!”

This aside–the Dark Moon is peace for some, and sadness for others. My lovely friend over at thedruidsforest​ remarked yesterday that the Dark Moon is usually a time when they feel down or sad, and other people have also expressed this–so I thought I might put together a little Dark Moon ritual for those who find themselves lamenting when the Silver Lady hides her face.

Under the Shade of the Maple: Dark Moon Ritual

-Lemon Balm 
-Silver candle (if silver is not an option, white is a good substitute)
-Charcoal (of you wish to burn the herb)
-Jasmine Oil (to imbue the candle)

-Once the sun has set and the stars are out, go to a peaceful place out-of-doors (if possible. Sometimes there are no peaceful outside places, sometimes it’s winter, sometimes there’s no safe place to burn a candle!).

-Cast your circle (if you are of the circle-casting type!)

-If you are planning to burn the lemon balm, now is a good time to set your charcoal to smoulder in a clay bowl

-Take a little of the jasmine oil in your palm.  Gently rub it into the candle, starting at the base and working your way to the top.  Take care not to break the candle! 
Jasmine is an herb that is often used for love, and it is one of the herbs beloved by the Moon.

-Set the candle in its holder, and speak:
As in the heavens, so be we below
in the Lady’s time her light will grow

-As you speak the end of this, put a lit match to the wick of the candle.  Once lit, don’t let the candle go out!

-Lemon Balm is another herb beloved of the Moon, and it is a plant associated with healing.  If you intend to burn the herb, sprinkle it on your charcoal and let the smoke rise.  If you do not wish to burn it, sprinkle it in a circle about the base of your candle.  If you can put some IN the actual holder so that it is in contact with the candle, all the better.

Speak, as you sprinkle:
Dark is the Lady’s face for a while
Show us again her serene smile

The lesser lights shine on our way
but under her light we shall not stray

-It is not strictly necessary to allow the candle to burn all the way. It is something that should be done, however, it’s not always practical!  Take a little time, though, as the candle burns, to allow your thoughts to turn to the waxing of joy in your heart, even over the tiniest things–and remind yourself that the Dark Moon always unmasks herself for us again.

“In early December of ‘96, I was raking the blanket of leaves under a maple, getting the property ready for winter.

“Don’t pick the leaves up, please,” JonBenet begged me. “Leave them for me to play in.”

Well, I’m thinking, no way. My job is to pick them up, and that’s what I’m going to do.

“Last year my dad and I did that.” And then she said quietly, “I really miss him. I wish he was around more.”

“Where does he go?”

“I don’t know. But sometimes he goes away for a long time.

Then she started to cry, tears rolling down her face. I didnt know what to say - didn’t know enough about the situation, didn’t want to intrude or play counselor. It wasn’t my place. I changed the subject and started to rake again.

A moment later, I saw JonBenet was scooping up the leaves from the top of the barrel and hurling them over her head into the wind.

"Hey! Stop that! I yelled.

No, I want to play in ‘em!”

She was being kind of bratty. She had a bit of smart aleck in her. I grabbed the barrel and started running toward the compost pile. She chased after me, not about to give up her fun. I set the barrel down, and she dumped all of the leaves out. That made me angry - almost. but before long I made a game out of it. It was fun for both of us. That evening I left a big pile of leaves out front by the gutter for her to play in.

That was probably the last time I spoke to JonBenet. A few weeks later I took the morning paper from my front steps and saw it. I don’t even remember what the headlines said.“

- Brian Scott, the Ramsey’s groundskeeper

I meant to write a paragraph thinking through how Shitty found Lardo and she became team manager. And then all this came out instead.

The manager before Lardo quit. Jack didn’t think he was doing his job right. He texted the poor guy more than anyone else in his contacts list. Three in the morning. Did you confirm the bus reservation? Jack waged a campaign of polite erosion until the guy quit. The team needs a new manager because Jack is edgy and cranky. But thanks to Jack, the team has a reputation now. No one wants the job. 

Shitty is on his way to practice when he spots Lardo drawing on the North Quad sidewalks in colored chalk. They’ve never met. He’s noticed her once or twice because there’s something familiar about her and because she’s got this incredibly calm vibe. (And her eyes are beautiful. Sue him.)

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The optimists among us
taking heart because it is spring
skip along
attending their meetings
signing their e-mail petitions
marching with their satiric signs
singing their we shall overcome songs
posting their pungent twitters and blogs
believing in a better world
for no good reason
I envy them
said the old woman

The seasons go round they
go round and around
said the tulip
dancing among her friends
in their brown bed in the sun
in the April breeze
under a maple canopy
that was also dancing
only with greater motions
casting greater shadows
and the grass
hardly stirring

What a concerto
of good stinks said the dog
trotting along Riverside Drive
in the early spring afternoon
sniffing this way and that
how gratifying the cellos of the river
the tubas of the traffic
the trombones
of the leafing elms with the legato
of my rivals’ piss at their feet
and the leftover meat and grease
singing along in all the wastebaskets
   –Alicia Ostriker

Rules: Tag 9 People you want to know better

I was tagged by @kcrabb88💕

Relationship status: Single. I just signed up for an online dating site (…again) and I’m overwhelmed with embarrassment over that fact.

Favorite color: Green! If you ever walk under a maple tree when the sun is coming through the leaves, that particular green is my favorite.

Lipstick or chapstick: Neither, I’m a heathen who goes around with unpainted, chapped lips. (I can tolerate some makeup for short stretches of time but my OCD has a Thing about Stuff on my lips)

Last song you listened to: Fire Marengo, because I have a sea shanty problem.

Last movie you watched: Prince of Egypt, which is a goddamn masterpiece. I was super tempted to just watch it a second time the minute I finished it.

Top 3 TV shows: Numb3rs, Merlin, and Turn

Top 3 characters: Combeferre, Keladry of Mindelan (Protector of the Small), and Lyra Belaqua (His Dark Materials)

Top 3 ships: Enjolras/Combeferre, FitzChivalry Farseer/The Fool, and uhhh come back to me on this one. I’m pretty chill about ships in general, and not super committed to them in most cases.

Books you are currently reading: “Master and Commander” by Patrick O'Brian.

Top 5 Musicals: In no particular order after the first–

  • Les Miserables (obviously)
  • Phantom of the Opera (The other musical of my childhood. My name is Christina and my sister is Meg, so you can imagine all the fun that was had pretending to be in the story)
  • The Great Comet of 1812
  • Jesus Christ Superstar
  • Beauty and the Beast

Ok, the hardest part of doing these memes is figuring out who hasn’t been tagged yet. I’m on mobile and at work, so I can’t do an extensive cross-check. Apologies if you’ve already been tagged by someone else/have already done the thing, and please do not feel obligated to do this unless you want to!

@remoo-la-la, @oilan, @fixaidea, @crossgartered, @revolutionarypoodle, @wartbetweenfourwalls and anyone else who feels so inclined.

Fanfic - Put a Ring on It

Title: Put a Ring on It

Summary:  Westallen!Kids au. At seven years old Barry knows he wants to marry Iris. The question is how does he go about it?

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1069

Barry was seven years old when he decided he would marry his best friend Iris.

He didn’t know much of what an actual marriage entailed. Always a keen observer he would watch his parents day to day life as a married couple. From what he gathered being married meant you had sleepovers with your best friend every night, and you got to make pancakes together in the morning. More or less you got to have a never ending play-date. Iris was the only person he would want to spend that much time with. She had all the best qualities needed as far as Barry was concerned. She was smarter than most kids in class having read the entire Harry Potter series on her own, she was the only kid who could climb the highest tree in the neighborhood, and she helped him with all his science experiments he conducted in the woodshed in the backyard.

As well, though he would never be able to say it out loud, he thought Iris was the prettiest girl in school and probably the entire world.

Now he had to figure out how one goes about getting married.

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riding your bike home in late august early evening
cool air puffs up in the sleeves of your shirt
go past an old friends house and wonder what happened to her
think about getting under bedsheets and feeling safe

we like to pretend we are the same people
we met under a rainfall of maple seedlings
i was always a neurotic kid
shredded paper, chewed things, made piles in the back of my desk
mittens freezing hands together “pretend to cry you’ll make him feel bad”

the kind of weather that tells you everything is ending soon
a slap to the face
you decided to grow your hair out long
you realize that there’s so much ahead of you

Kiss me // request

Request: “I have been really into the song ‘Kiss Me’ by sixpence none of richer and I was wondering if you could do one where Justin sings it to Y/N kinda jokey taking the piss but deep down she kinda loved it.. - -“

Sorry for making you wait for this but here it is now and I hope that this will make your waiting some worth


She was sitting on that big leather couch which laid corner of his studio and waiting for him to come out that little room where he was recording his new songs. He had promised that they could go to park today since we haven’t have that ‘being a best friend’ time to each others for a while

His schedule had been over booked but finally today he had got some time to us. Y/N waited still few more minutes before she saw that familiar brown-haired boy walking out of the room

A big smile landed on his lips when he noticed his best friend and he went to hug her. “I have missed you so much, Y/N” he told before he let go. “I’m so sorry that I haven’t had time to you but you know how this is going..” It made Y/N giggle and shook her head

“It’s okay, Justin. Let’s not think about that but focus on that moment. Are you ready?” she asked and Justin nodded. “Yeah, just a one thing” he raised his finger and grabbed his guitar with him. “I need to show you one song which I have been thinking to add on my album and I need your opinion” he chuckled before they leave his studio

Y/N jumped in Justin’s car and they drove to their favorite park which was full of amazing memories from their childhood. Justin grabbed a basket and a big blanket from the backseats before they heated under the big maple tree

“Do you remember how we supposed to climb on that tree when we were about five?” Justin asked to Y/N. That question made her head full of memories on those moments when they did that. She nodded back smiling and took one biscuit in the basket which Justin had brought with him. “They were good times” Y/N said shortly

They were just talking about normal things like what have they done last days and what plans they had for the weekend. Even they haven’t seen for over a month it felt nothing now when they were together again. Laughing to each others talks and jokes

However when the long silence landed between those two Justin decided grab his guitar on his hands and started play something tender melody. He started sing lightly:

“Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You’ll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress”

Y/N looked him suspiously now and holding her laugh. “What the fuck was that?” she asked and rolled her eyes. Justin just chuckled and continued:

“Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance silvermoon’s sparkling
So kiss me”

“Seriously, Justin! Stop it, that’s kinda awkward” she groaned and kicked him lightly against his leg. “No, that’s a good song let me finish it. I have been practising that for a while..” he told and got an annoyed glare back from his best friend. However he wanted still continue:

“Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me, upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map..”

Y/N grabbed his guitar suddenly and pushed it behind her back. “Stop! Everyone is looking us! You can’t sing songs like that to me. I’m your best friend, not your girlfriend” Justin grabbed his guitar back and raised his hands up chuckling. “Chill, it was just a song. I didn’t mean that to anyone. That’s just a good song, you know” he told and now Y/N felt herself embarrassed

“Uhm, yeah. It sounded good actually but yeah.. please don’t sing it there okay?” she mumbled. Justin was able to notice that Y/N’s cheeks were lips pink colored when she tried hide it. “Sure, whatever you want but do you wanna hear that song which I talked about earlier?” he asked and took his guitar on his hands again

“It’s not embarrassing at all and nobody won’t start stare us” he added chuckling. His comment made Y/N laugh back and she nodded. “Sure, go ahead” “That song name is ‘All In It’ …