Kiss me

[mitchieslvlc]

MITCHELL LOVELACE-TORRES. 25. CIS MAN. HE/HIM is here! They’ve lived in Cascade for 25 YEARS and currently reside in DOWNTOWN. MITCHIE is a HEAD BAKER at GRATEFUL BREAD and frequently hears that they look a lot like JALEN THOMAS BROOKS. Funny, huh? If ever caught by Letterboxd, they’d say 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU is in their Top 4 and the theme song to their life’s soundtrack would be SO EASY (TO FALL IN LOVE) by OLIVIA DEAN. 

tw: death, and implied illness of a family member.

mitchie, you were named by your eldest sibling, she had loved this one character from a book she read as a child. your parents had agreed and you became the final piece of the lovelace puzzle. growing up you didn’t have much, but you also didn’t want for anything, the love of your parents had been the warmest blanked throughout your early life, and you had your siblings every step along the way, teaching you what the world could look like.

hardship only came when school came into the picture. i remember seeing those eyes so full of hope lose some of their shine when you came back, how another’s cruelty had inadvertently dulled your light. still, i saw you persist, trying to maintain that smile and tenderness that was such an integral part of your being. no matter the ridicule and the way you felt isolated, you smiled through it all, because you didn’t want to worry your loved ones back one, but in your silence, i saw your pain.

your parents had always been hard workers, and they provided for you all as best they could. you were privileged in that sense, mitchie. able to see such true love and care and how no matter how difficult it got, they were a team, whenever there was an issue it was never them against each other, it was them against the issue, a team. it was their love story that made you fall in love with the idea of love, of being able to be with someone and look at them, knowing you’re always in warm and safe hands. you loved them so fiercely that on their anniversary you even prepared a whole meal for them, asking questions to the other members of your family about how your parents met, what was their first meal together, and getting adults to taste test your very first cocktail ever made. after that happened you kept cooking for every special occasion that arose, your way of giving back to the people you loved the most. it was always you and your mother in the kitchen, watching her make meals for everybody, and she passed that knowledge and love to you.

when you realized you were different, a fear rose in you, and when the time came that you worked up the courage to tell your family that you liked boys the way people expected you to like girls, they were all sad. not because you liked boys, but because they believed you could trust them with anything, as was the way you had all been raised. your mother had been the first to speak up wasn’t she, when she held your chubby cheeks and reminded you that you were a lovelace, so of course you’d fall for a nice boy, because you mitchell lovelace, are made of love.

your parents made it big. selling software that would make them million and soon enough all your lives changed for the best. suddenly you could all afford everything you could ever wished for, and the first thing your mom did was get an estate build, with enough rooms to house all your friends, she once told you. so when you set off to college she sent you with the expectation that one day you’d bring back a whole boat load of friends and she could call her own children, because they were taking care of her little sun, when she wasn’t around.

but not all times could be good, not when the person who named got sick. i remember all you clinging to all the memories you could with her, your eldest sister. you two had been inseparable growing up and the way you changed after you first got news that she was sick was like seeing the light fully drain out of someone's eyes. the ways you still tried to get her to smile through it all, and it she fought, mitchie, she fought so hard, and she was so proud of you. please forgive yourself for not making it in time to see her one last time, and i know you're still hurting because you're still leaving voicemails to her numbers.

[january-newby]

"Mitchie?" January exclaimed, lifting her arm to point a finger at him. "If you're here and I'm here then who the hell is at TGB?" She jest, of course, because she knew who was currently at the bakery since she'd made the schedule, but it was always fun to tease her friend. January squirmed when he poked at her, flapping her hands around. Blowing out a breath, she rolled over onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow. "I always forget that I hate the outside..." She said, wrinkling her nose. "I thought, hey, it's a nice day... go outside, be one of those outside people..." January tutted her tongue. "Mistakes have been made, my friend." Raising her brows in interest she said, "Hit me with it..." Giving him her full attention.

[mitchieslvlc]

"Obviously the hot but totally unqualified guy we both agreed on. Sure he sucks and burns water, but he's pretty and will flex on command, he's got those lines that make me go a little stupid." Mitchie teased lovingly, shrugging at the accusatory finger. Laughing at her misery, he couldn't help but roll his eyes lightly as he sat back on the grass. "You're even named after an indoor month babes, so you should really know this by now. God no, I would only go outside when it's a good 55 to 60 and that's it." he nodded. "Well, I was thinking of maybe adding a few of our best sellers from February when I pitched the idea of doing historically black american desserts for month, and one that I finally got down, burnt sugar cake, plus I've also been tinkering with ice cream, I want you to try this flavor i made, strawberry salted pretzel strudel."

[scottgrainger]

It was somewhere between Mary and Minnie that he realized it was Mitchell shouting back to him from around the bend. Instantly, Scott's tense shoulders relaxed, practically snorting as his eyes rolled in exasperation. Sure enough, there they were, the pair of promised canines and his friend trotting along back to him on the trail. "I wouldn't put it past you," he answered with a slanted smile that veered towards a smirk. "C'mere, you little shithead -- not, you, the dog," Scott joked, glancing at Mitchell before he crouched to slip the collar back on Cujo, tightening it just a notch to be sure they'd make it back to the car. "How far did you guys go?" He asked, not at all inviting an extension of the hike, already turning to head backwards along the winding path, but now with company. "I'm feelin' like I spent my whole damn morning out here."

[mitchieslvlc]

"Hey, I resent that statement, mister flat booty." Mitchie shot back pointing a dog treat at him before giving one to Cujo. Stopping in his tracks as he started walking towards Scott, only to be told he was talking to the dog and not him. "Well damn, now I feel embarrassed and somehow my ego got bruised." Looking back, he didn't really have an estimate for how far they went, but it was never too far as Mitchie wasn't truly one for hikes. "Not very, just a little back and forth here and there, enough so that Cheesecake can use up some of that energy and get his exercise. So is all you've been doing panicking while bestie boy was just living it up with me and Cheesecake? Sounds about as thrilling as your love life."

[micah-sebastian]

"You know, maybe it was actually Glen Coco." She smiled, and in that case, none for Glen Coco. It all made sense now. "Yeah? Now that sounds like it could've been a epic mess. You on the epcot's no entry list or?"

[mitchieslvlc]

"No, Glen Coco was hot." Mitchie scoffed in mock offense before smiling. "Honestly, the only bad part was leaving the park because I was being hyper focused about how I was walking cause I really couldn't feel my legs, and nope they didn't care cause I was being rowdy, just throwing cash at them."

[mitchieslvlc]

location: grateful bread with: @selliest

mitchie had made a promise to himself to master every favorite dessert of his sisters, and the first one had been the most daunting. burn sugar cake had been something she gushed about so often, but it was a cake that required extensive time and skill, but now, he finally had it down to a science and he could it with his eyes closed.

"hey, silas c'mere quick," he mused as he flagged the man over as he cut a slice of the cake, and plated it up. "free sample, but it's something i'm thinking about asking jan to add to the menu. eat it and give me your thoughts, and sorry for bombarding you, i'm just...a little excited about this."

[nessagates]

open to: anyone! (0/5) @cascadestarters where: Got a Dime?

"Look, I'm not saying it looks bad on you, I'm just saying maybe it's not your color?" Nessa stands outside the unisex changing room with her hands on her hips, deep in concentration. She took her job as fashion advisor very seriously. "Like, raspberry type pinks look awful on me. You just have to trial and error these things." A woman clears her throat behind them, seemingly impatient to use the sole changing room of the thrift store, but Nessa doesn't budge from her spot. "When I sew an outfit, I have to try it on like fifty times. Probably because I measure it wrong the first time, but hey, trial and error!"

[mitchieslvlc]

"First of all, everything looks good on me, but chartreuse is just ugly, the name is very divalicious but the color looks like poopy mustard." Mitchie sighed as he put the garment back on its hanger. "I'd rather just make my own outfits, but you know then they become a little too extravagant, and with my line of work I'd just end up full of stains, and hey lady you might wanna go and get a cough drop, your throat seems like it's having a tough time."

[sovack]

WHERE:  outside eating area @ bigfoot brewery, mid-late afternoon or not. whatevs. OPEN TO:   you + @cascadestarters (1/3). 

he usually isn't alone – if one of his roommates isn't by his side, his much - adored golden retriever, dorry, is. enter: the scene. saylor is scrolling on his phone, chomping slowly on some french fries in a to-go container as dorry makes friends with anyone who walks by. if sniffing qualifies as making friends, that is. it only takes a few tugs on the leash to catch his attention, more than usual, and saylor looks up from his device to see her pawing at a passer-by, begging for god knows what. “shit – ” mutters under his breath, getting out of his seat to try and corral her back more towards their table. “sorry, sometimes she likes to think she's making friends when she does that.” holds onto the leash with one hand, putting his hand between them and her paws. “you can pet her, if you want. she's friendly. you carryin' somethin' in your pocket? she thinks you've got somethin' for her.”

[mitchieslvlc]

Mitchie could often be found walking one of his friend's dogs, cheesecake. A chipper one year old golden retriever that more often than not whining for attention. "No that's okay, Cheesecake is the same way," he mused as he scratched behind her ears, as his own golden retriever began trying to make friends. "I actually do, I make homemade treats for this little stinker, so here," Mitchie said taking out a baggy of treats and offering it to Saylor. "This little dude isn't mine, he's actually a guide dog for a friend of mine,"

[selliered]

with:  open, feel free to assume connections!  ( @cascadestarters ) where:  the  side  of  the  road,  somewhere  between  neighborhoods

some  days,  the  truck  just  wakes  up  on  the  wrong  side  of  the  bed.  and  today,  linus  is  becoming  increasingly  aware,  is  one  of  those  days.  pleads  for  it  to  at  least  crap  out  somewhere  populated  fall  on  deaf  ears,  with  the  engine  making  a  concerning  enough  noise  to  finally  make  him  pull  over.  fantastic.  amazing.  mutters  something  about  a  "fucking  stupid,  useless,  hunk  of  junk"  as  he  climbs  out  of  the  truck  and  pops  the  hood.  as  if  he  has  any  idea  what  he's  looking  at  —  it  all  just  looks  like  engine  to  him.  he  fiddles  with  anything  that  looks  like  it  might  move,  trying  to  look  like  he  knows  what  he's  doing  for  an  audience  of...  well,  no  one.  great.  he  steps  back  and  kicks  the  front  tire.  hard.  looking  up  from  the  innards  of  the  truck,  he  sees  a  car  approaching  in  the  distance.  would  it  be  cliché  to  stand  on  the  side  of  the  road  with  his  thumb  out  like  a  hitchhiker?  he  does  it  anyway,  squinting  at  the  approaching  vehicle  and  gesturing  to  his  broken  down  truck  once  it  got  close  enough  for  it's  occupants  to  see  him  clearly.

[mitchieslvlc]

Mitchie had spent most of the day loitering around the baker not having much to do since he finished all his tasks early and it was steady, but not busy enough to keep him occupied. Taking an early day, he decided to use the kitchen to bake some treats for some of the newer friends he'd made in the more recents months. A few homemade treats for a dog and he was off, getting into his car, his that he truly hated driving since he'd much prefer being a passenger princess. What he didn't expect was to be met with the sight of Linus, thumb propped up and looking to hitchhike, fate was funny. "So is this the part of our romantic comedy where you reveal to me you just happened to have car issues to have me stop for you?" Mitchie teased. "Do you have those cable thingies for the car? or do you need me to call a tow truck and I'll just pay for it to be taken to yours? By the way, I was on my way to the guys, I made you...I mean them dinner so,"

[mateo-diaz]

JALEN THOMAS BROOKS as JOHN TUCKER Off Campus season 1

[scottgrainger]

with: anyone! / @cascadestarters location: false cascade trails when: a sunday, early afternoon

"Cujo!" His windbreaker swished with his every step, taking long strides along the trail as he tried to catch up with his dog. Well, not his dog. Technically, Cujo belonged to his dad, which felt like a cruel punchline after surviving a childhood where he wasn't allowed so much as a goldfish. He'd gotten the beagle almost five years ago, but Cujo had somehow retained his too-big paws and floppy ears, making him that much harder to ever say 'no' to. After slipping his collar and extending this hike an extra twenty minutes? Scott didn't think those literal puppy dog eyes would be working on him for a long while. He sighed, squinting up at the sky that'd gone gray, a fine mist of rain just starting. "Cujo, where you at, boy!"

[mitchieslvlc]

"Scott Mary Antoinette Minnie Mouse Mildred Anthony Grainger, I think I found your baby!" Mitchie called out as Cujo was happily trailing alongside Cheesecake, a golden retriever guide dog he was walking for his friend. "I think he smelled cheesecake, and had to say hello." he mused. "Oh, you know Cheesecake right? This is my friend Jayden's dog, well his guide dog, and no before you say anything I did not steal a blind man's guide dog, he asked me if I could walk him and I said yes."

[january-newby]

open to anyone, feel free to assume a prior connection! @cascadestarters

Sometimes January liked to pretend she was more athletic than she actually was. She'd get these urges to put on her sneakers and go over to Audrey Horne Park to jog. Typically, she'd make it halfway around the path before she remembered how unathletic she was. The weather was nice today and January had been at the bakery all day, so she thought a nice jog around the park would be a good way to unwind. As per usual, she was wrong about that. So, instead of finishing her run, she'd collapsed like a starfish in the grass, staring up at the clouds in the sky. "Not dead," January mused when a shadow passed over her. "Just bad at running..." She patted the spot next to her. "Join me, it's nice down here. No one has to pretend to be athletic down here..."

[mitchieslvlc]

"You know, boss lady. If you keep this act up we might have to change your name to groundhog day instead," Mitchie smirked as he sat on the grass cross legged. "Did you by any chance decide to go for a jog on a hot day, instead of simply hopping on a treadmill inside a gym with nice ac?" furrowing his brows at her, he poked her side to see if she could move at all or of this was her life now, starfishing at the park. "By the way, I have ideas about things we can start selling at the bakery."

[micah-sebastian]

Where: The Niner Who: anyone! @cascadestarter When: Later Evening

"Jeeez, who knew a little weed would offend so much." And this was why the suburbs were her least favorite territory, always someone who just didn't get it, "Not my fault your ten year old got a little loosey goosey on a contact high. Isn't this the World Cup — better question is why do you have your kid at a bar."

[mitchieslvlc]

"Oh, that's a kid? I thought it was Danny Devito." Mitchie mused before smiling over at Micah. "Weed isn't particularly my thing, but I don't mind it. Last time I did anything like that, I took a whole tin of edible and drank plus ate around the world almost four times at epcot."