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Revisiting Tim: A Personal Journey Through The Replacements' Iconic Album
As we celebrate the Ed Stasium remix of The Replacements album Tim, we thought gathering other music loversâ thoughts would be a great way to stop and consider the impact of this record. Our first âRevisitâ comes from our friend, Jim Doherty known as DJ Calc on WRKC Radio Kings College in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. One of the joys of parenting my children as they move through their teen yearsâŠ
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nct dream in college
a/n:Â my third fucking time posting this istg this is why i quit the first time tumblr let me post things in peace
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tags: idk the frattiest boys in town doing what college dudes do, just fluff, hinting at insecurity + fear for the future, and a couple mentions of ppl not following their dreams for practicality sake but what can u do tw: mentions of drinking & underage drinking, mentions of sex but no graphics
Originally posted by choi-soobin
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finance bro w a music minor
iâm so sorry to all of the ppl who hc him as a nerdy music kid who just always thinks abt music
but that boy is a finance bro thru and thru and i will die on that hill
heâs in a frat but heâs honestly rlly shitty abt act going to the non-party frat stuff
and even the parties, he rlly only goes to bc he djâs every single time
ppl get annoyed sometimes bc mark always tries to slip in some of his stuff into the mix but itâs honestly so good that he gets away w it
his homies make fun of him for it but he sits in the first three rows bc a) heâs fucking blind and b) he act rlly likes finance
like he enjoys the idea of finance + what he could do w it in the future
even if he doesnât necessarily like business calc
goes to church on sundays (if heâs not hungover) and will be so respectful abt it that he convinces some of his non-christian friends to go to
mark has a good rep on campus for being an all around pretty chill dude
everyoneâs also half convinced that heâs a plug
swears up and down that he doesnât smoke but ppl have videos of him puffin like itâs his side hustle
it is
kinda sticks to his own friend group bc heâs a little shy
but when heâs drunk (when someone wrestles him out of his little dj booth to do shots w them)
he knows everyone and their mother all of a sudden
kinda cute when heâs drunk cause heâs rlly lovey
ppl kinda like like him as that cute guy in their class but he never rlly goes out of his way to pursue anyone so anyone whoâs interested has to be the one who chases
isnât clueless but is oblivious until one day youâre basically sitting on his lap during lecture and heâs like đđ€šđ§đ
the day he gets cuffed tho literally no one can pull him apart from his girl
Originally posted by rainbowrenjun
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so...this might be controversial
but i think renjun would be a international relations major, not an art major
i feel like heâs a practical guy and he likes art but not enough to pursue it as a livelihood yannowhatimean
isnât that well connected on campus bc he keeps his friend circle very exclusive but literally everybody and their mother knows him
kinda has a reputation for being a little cliquey but he gets away w it bc heâs just genuinely a decent guy whoâs on the more private side
you will never catch him drunk
like he def wonât be sober at parties but youâre never gonna see him stumbling around
the type of guy to keep an eye on a girlâs cup if she leaves it somewhere, even if no one asks him to
also volunteers on the weekends at a local shelter for ppl of different nationalities
a private guy tho. ppl rlly donât get to know or understand him unless theyâre part of his friend group
which is nearly impossible to join
just kinda cruisinâ thru life bc heâs unproblematic and just rlly wants to get a degree and dip
gets the some of the best grades out of his friends (jeno is the only one who does better and jaemin make a close second) but donghyuck insists itâs bc renjunâs major isnât a real major
chenle threatens to send the video of donghyuck and renjun slipping on their asses and falling into the pool as renjun tried to fight donghyuck to every single person that renjun even considers seeing romantically
probably dates once a year, eventually falls out of attraction and then swears off dating
until donghyuck gets on his ass abt not having sex and then renjunâs competitive streak gets activated
during which he speed dates for like three weeks before finding someone and then trying to date them
isnât very emotionally invested in his romantic relationships
except for one of them, and ever since they told renjun off, he was unseperable from them
renjun may or may not have a masochist streak itâs still unclear
Originally posted by poppypeachy
gif creds:Â @jaemtensâ
a physics and education double major
he didnât really know what he wanted to go into so he was undeclared for the longest time until he took a physics gen ed and ever since then, heâs been super into physics
only added education as his second major after he taâd for physics 1 and for the first time, could actually see himself in that career
gets the most shit for being in a frat and simultaneously being the biggest fucking nerd but he just thinks its funny
isnât super smart (like heâs not a genius or anything) but he works rlly hard for his grades so even tho his friends (donghyuck) make fun of him, everyone is inspired by his work ethic
until itâs the weekend
and then itâs like heâs another person altogether
heâs downing shots like thereâs no tomorrow and if jeno lee attends a party by himself, then heâs leaving with at least one person
on a particularly daring occasion, he was seen leaving with three
people are convinced that jeno has a twin brother bc of how bold, lively, and undeniably charismatic he gets when he lets go of his inhibitions
jeno just smiles a sweet smile and redirects the conversation
a very much go with a flow type of guy
heâs down for pretty much anything as long as he makes it home in time to study for the next day
spontaneous camping trip? sure. smoke a blunt? sure. join a threesome w one of his best friends and his girlfriend? sure.
he just didnât take a lot of things too seriously (besides his academics and whether or not his dick got wet)
and that was why a lot of ppl liked him
he was also a rlly easy person to talk to
everyone knew that the first half of his office hours were for actual physics and stuff and the second half was just for chilling w him
which is how he met his s/o, actually
they used to come for office hours every single time jeno held them and would stay the whole time; it was only two weeks later when jeno accidentally saw their test scores (straight 90s without the curve) that he realized that maybe, he was in the clear to make a move
after the semester is over ofc
Originally posted by donghyuckkies
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a poli sci major with a minor (or as he likes to call it, a concentration) in criminal justice
will not let you forget that heâs in a frat
no one has the heart to tell him that he almost got kicked out of the frat 3 times but they keep him around bc heâs just a good guy overall
plus he brings the most girls to parties so itâs rlly not all that bad
the dude whoâs surprisingly quiet and intellectual, but only when you catch him on his own
when heâs with his friends, he acts completely differently, even if he turns around and mouths âiâm sorryâ while no one is looking
probably runs a club like devilâs advocate club but itâs just a silly club that uses university money to buy snacks, chill, and talk about controversial opinions
lowkey the guy to go to if you need something or need something done because the man knows everyone
and everyone knows him
will make fun of you for studying, and might even steal your textbook, but sends you a quizlet with last yearâs answers bc thatâs just the type of person he is
does not study. will not study. would rather listen to music w mark or party w jeno.
still has pretty decent grades bc heâs charming and persuasive and what is political science besides the art of professional bullshitting
once you get close to him, he becomes one of the best ppl for advice
will not let you go after the sneaky link turned situationship
mostly bc he knows exactly what said situationship is rlly up to behind the scenes (iâm telling you, the fbi wishes that had him; he knows everyoneâs business)
will die before he tells anyone but probs runs one of those confession pages
partly how he gets all of his info from
thinks itâll ruin his street cred if he tells ppl heâs secretly playing cupid and thatâs why heâs always messing w seemingly random combos of ppl
until one day, a confession comes in for him
def one of those boys who âreformsâ after he meets his s/o but is a loving menace nonetheless
Originally posted by jae-min
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microbiology major on the pre-med track with a minor in visual art
has tried dropping the pre-med track at least 4 times but absolutely will not bc he gets too much fomo
also wants a job. with guaranteed 401k compensation and benefits. so.
is one of the less toxic pre-med kids but only because heâs so close to dropping out that he just canât seem to take or give a shit anymore
lives in a perpetual state of caffeine high bc he will be damned if jeno gets better grades than him
lowkey, i feel like heâs one of those guys who only goes to parties to find ppl to fuck
like he doesnât rlly like to drink or smoke (although he will take the occasional eddie)
but mans is stressed from the constant personality clash (within himself) so he literally jackhammers his stress away
too crude? sorry.
was once upon a time in every single club known to mankind
dropped out of almost all of them when he made the friends he wanted to make
somehow always ends up having to pay when everyone goes out
doesnât tell anyone that he always loses on purpose (unless itâs to chenle) bc he knows that college is tough and not everyone has the same financial freedom as he does
exclusively studies at the school library bc he doesnât rlly spend time w his friends outside of his main friend group unless its while heâs studying or at a party
although heâs not rlly studying bc he probably already got the notes and answers from the people who took the class a semester earlier than him
but again, heâs got a competitive streak about his grades so studies anyway
which is where he meets his s/o bc theyâre always sitting in the same spot, looking stressed as fuck as they study
one time, jaemin and the other person are the only two ppl left studying post 3 am during hell week and he offers to buy them coffee
studies w his lovely s/o from then onwards and offers to bite donghyuck whenever he tries to disturb them <3
Originally posted by istjun
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marketing major iâm so sorry
heâs just such a finance bro + business major but he hates finance so he goes into marketing instead
school is a fucking joke to him
heâll try hard enough to get by in his classes (and bc just being around poor stressed out jisung gives him motivation to study) but no more and no less than that
the first one to call it quits when theyâre all studying together but renjun practically tapes him to a chair
also surprisingly intuitive and good at marketing so even if he barely tries, professors love him and somehow make him pass anyway
knows every international kid on campus bc he gets what itâs like and makes an effort to make them feel more at home
gets invited to every party that the international kids throw and never looks at a frat ever again
they go so fucking hard at those parties that chenle, THE business major, gets tired and has to turn in pre-2 am to avoid alcohol poisoning
doesnât get home until 7 pm the next day bc a) heâs hungover and b) they love him so much and force him to stay so he just bums at their place until heâs good to go
will make fun of you and your bad decisions (even if they arenât that bad) but will protect you at every turn if anyone else tries to say smth
will fucking go to bat for ppl he doesnât even know that well bc chenle hates mean ppl
is on the intramural basketball team w a couple other guys
is very popular on the team bc he always knows the best restaurants and has been known to pay when he knows someoneâs a tight spot
is very lowkey abt his wealth bc ppl like to take advantage of it so the ppl he does choose to help out are also very lowkey abt it
the type of dude to spot you like $50 and wonât ask you abt it
but ppl always pay him back whenever they can bc they know heâs helping a lot of ppl in rough situations, even if heâs very hush hush abt it
is the reason why jisung joins a frat and singlehandedly boosts his rizz by a decameter
probably has a childhood sweetheart that lives at home so he doesnât partake in the romance scene on campus at all
is in love with them and will boast abt being taken
Originally posted by fool4nct
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a dance major
impractical? maybe. but the worldâs going to shit anyway so might as well do what you want, right?
thatâs what chenle says to jisung the day that heâs applying to his top school
is literally the student that the school begs to have join
offered every single scholarship under the sun to have him join bc such raw talent is rare nowadays and heâs just stuck like đđđ
bc he had no idea that he would get in, much less have them like him so much
but for all his talent, heâs always fucking stressed abt something
sometimes itâll be about a choreo and other times itâll be abt the fact that heâs almost 98% sure he wonât get a job after college but his friends always get him out of his head
has abt 6 friends on campus (total) and itâs bc of chenle
so after freshman year, he decides to get out of his shell a little bit
and jisung park is the MAN to be around when he does
heâs charismatic, tall, an amazing performer, and really, just such a suave guy that straight men kinda have that weird jealousy where heâs so cool ppl wanna be friends w him and also hate him
still gets insecure abt his skills or his future but has ppl around him who love him and help him out of it every time
iâm ngl i think that he singlehandedly makes the dance team tryout numbers go from 12 - 15 ppl to 50 - 60 ppl
dance is his entire life and when heâs not rizzing up ppl (or honestly, getting rizzed up by them; he canât flirt for shit when he rlly wants to) heâs on the dance floor
donghyuck has had to physically rip him off the floor to get dinner after a particularly rough night
even his fave dance teacher revoked his after class dance room privileges bc ppl got worried abt how much time he spent in there
decides to take a break when he realizes just how empty his days are w/o dance
gets into music production and has worked w mark more than once under pseudonyms
wonât say anything but listens to what everyone says abt the song when mark plays it at a party
still working on himself so a s/o isnât rlly in the picture but ppl are not mad abt it bc heâs a good time with or w/o commitment
#jnnul#nct dream#nct dream fluff#nct fluff#nct dream headcanons#nct#nct headcanons#nct dream x reader#nct x reader#mark fluff#mark headcanons#renjun fluff#renjun headcanons#jeno fluff#jeno headcanons#jaemin fluff#jaemin headcanons#chenle headcanons#chenle fluff#jisung fluff#jisung headcanons
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sometimes you just need a college update
and woo boy do i have one for you!
Literature: class last tuesday got canceled again. turns out âbeing sickâ meant something nerve related bc. he mentioned a neurologist! (also explains why he bounced back so quickly). anyways his idea of great media was watching the british crime show Luther. yes THAT Luther. (hes right btw but also why.) just the first ep but. man. also we have to write a paper on it lmao
Calculus: my teacher is definitely terrified of me in a good way. he learned i already took AP calc BC so! (sorry im very happy with this guy) also we FINALLY LEARNED DERIVATIVES!!! im so excited derivates are so easy to use (however i was banned from Cheating [power rule])
History: OH MAN. so today we were vibing in class, class ends at 11:15am. 15 minutes out from class, there is a SUBWOOFER outside, BLASTING the bass. you can hear it from inside. prof had to stop and go â?????â. TURNS OUT! IT WAS A DJ! FOR A CAMPUS SECURITY EVENT (i am Not Kidding). anyways that was hilarious.
Physics: Please Get Me Out Of Here (so much is wrong with this class)
#zero thoughts#zerros free college year#usually you get extra stuff in here#not today#however im going to a small con this weekend (my karate school puts on a demo every year and i like supporting them! also con.)#so i have to get everything done by friday essentially#not sure whats up with physics tbh#homework was due monday? nope its suddenly due today (saturday before)!#(that sucked btw.)#anyways i hope someone is getting amusement out of my suffering /affectionate
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Prep for a dj gig >>>>> study for calc exam
#should I study for my test tomorrow? probably#will I though?#no cause its 11 pm and I still have to load the truck and shower
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It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!
This Week's Fighters...
Agent 47 vs The Rake!
Note: This was written before the most recent calcs for 47. As such, it is preemptively a bit outdated, as this analysis only accounts for 47's old stats.
Conditions:
Agent 47 is completely unarmed. Speed Equalized. The version of The Rake being used is the one from the original Rake story, as well as official expansions of it, such as the retelling from Creepypasta: The Comic
Scenario:
Father Emilio Vittorio, the pastor who took 47 in during his retirement in Silent Assassin, is brutally murdered by The Rake, but not before it whispers 47's name to the pastor, marking the hitman as its next target. 47 returns to the Silican countryside to investigate and avenge Emilio's murder. After a day or two of investigation, 47 wakes up one night to find The Rake sitting at the edge of his bed.
Analysis: Agent 47
"Names are for friends, so I don't need one."
One day, the International Contract Agency found a mysterious man knocking on their front door. The man had no name, no history, and seemingly no personality. All he had was a remarkable gift for murder, as if he were the grim reaper himself. He said he went by 47. It wasn't a name, so he made it one. He became the ICA's greatest assassin and paved a legacy of death everywhere he went.
In truth, Agent 47 was a clone, created by Dr. Ortmyer in an attempt to create the world's greatest assassin. Unfortunately for Ortmyer, he succeeded. 47 killed his pseudo father, and struck out on his own. Left directionless by the revelation of his birth, 47 attempted to start a normal life for himself. Unfortunately, he found that his only talents were in killing people. So, he decided to he was going to be the best there ever was at it. He would kill the most powerful people in the world for the right price and prove that no one, no matter how powerful, was above consequences.
Agent 47 is a master of stealth and disguise unlike any other. He's considered a myth to law enforcement agencies all around the world and has repeatedly killed people with the same level of mythic status as himself. Those who do know he exists would much rather hire him than make him their enemy. A smart move considering he tears down international conspiracies on a weekly basis.
Agent 47 is quiet the Renaissance Man, even rivaling Mario for the title. He's more than capable of doing nearly any job on the planet and is capable of using anything as a weapon. He can knock grown, fully armoured men out cold with snowballs and feather dusters. He can kill people with umbrellas, pencils, and pens. He can even use fire extinguishers as improvised grenades. An Agent 47 armed with only his garrote wire, silver baller pistol, and coins is best considered fully armed and dangerous, but he's capable of using much more.
Similarly, 47 is smart enough to competently perform any job on Earth, even frequently imitating and impressing experts in his field. Butlers, Doctors, DJs, CEOs, Engineers, and so on and so forth. He has successfully disguised himself as close loved ones of his targets and is fluent enough in most languages to pass himself off as a native speaker. This vast array of knowledge allows him to improvise countless ways to kill his targets. From drowning you in a toilet, tricking your bodyguards into killing you, manipulating your wife into pushing you off a bridge, driving you to grief stricken suicide, or even running you over with a goddamn train, if there's a way to kill someone, he's thought of it and performed it with no one any the wiser.
On top of his superhuman intellect, 47 is superhuman physically as well. He can survive exposure to the freezing cold temperatures of the Carpathian mountains while mostly naked, is immune to nearly every poison and disease known to man (baring few exceptions) has survived being electrocuted while standing in water (albiet was knocked out by this) and has a resistance to mind control so great that the person trying to mind control him died from the sheer backlash. It has even been noted by an implied psychic (who was clairvoyant enough to deduce a client's criminal history) that 47 has an aura of death looming around him that strikes terror into anyone capable of seeing it. And since 47 doesn't physically age, he will never grow out of his prime. As such, he's still kicking ass well into 59, easily outperforming men half his age.
Agent 47 also has the Instinct ability, a sixth sense that allows him to see through walls and can predict where his targets are going. However, he cannot use this ability in open combat.
47 has snuck into the White House undetected, frequently dismantles international conspiracies and secret societies, and is strong and skilled enough to defeat a middleweight MMA World Champion in only three blows. He even bested Sanchez, a genetically engineered superhuman who was twice his size, in unarmed combat.
If 47 has any weaknesses at all, it's that he rarely makes an emotional connections with anyone. The trauma of his ruthless upbringing has left him emotionally distant and he struggles to emotionally connect with others. Those he does care about he will do anything to protect, even against suicidal odds. Similarly, he has repressed many of the memories of his childhood, partly due to trauma and partly due to mindwiping drugs, and he frequently questions his place in the universe due to his upbringing. 47 doesn't think he's capable of committing to any line of work that doesn't involve murder, without hurting the few people he holds dear.
Still, 47 is for all intents and purposes the perfect killing machine. His most impressive feat physically speaking is when the Saints blew up his hotel room with an RPG-7, which 47 survived without a scratch. Assuming the absolute lowest yield for an RPG-7, that's still nearly 878 kilojoules of energy. Seeing how 47 can hurt people on his level, see Sanchez above, 47 should also be capable of punching with this amount of force as well.
Agent 47 was an attempt to create the world's greatest assassin and he was a complete success. Unfortunately for his creators, he was still human. This meant that they were the first in a long list of people to discover just how well they'd succeeded.
Analysis: The Rake
Urban Legends. Camp fire ghost stories that spread beyond the friend group that spawned them and strike fear into the hearts of hundreds across the world. The internet has become a breeding ground for countless urban legends, spawning mythical monsters that haunt the early years of the internet known as "Creepypastas". One of the oldest and most well known of these tales is The Rake, the animalistic abomination that whispers your name.
Journal entires dating as far back as the 1600s describe a pale, malnourished figure with long, metal claws and a soul piercing glare. This feral figure has rubbed shoulders with countless people across history and claimed numerous more victims in that time, yet precious little is known about it. It's known that it can communicate, though it does not speak. It thinks, though it is not civilized. It controls, but with no clear agenda other than death and misery.
Despite The Rake's monsterous disposition, it rarely feels a need to strike directly. Instead, he takes a hold of his victim's mind and has them do the dirty work for him. He can drive people to suicide and freeze them completely in place with a glare. He often communicates with his prey, if not to control their minds, then to instead whisper the name of its next victim, marking his target as damned.
Despite this heavily reliance on telepathy and mind control, The Rake is just as dangerous physically as its appearance would suggest. It is capable of completely ripping people to shreds and is described as looking like it had recently been hit by a car, despite having no visible injuries. While the values for getting hit by a car vary wildly depending on circumstances, which aren't described here, the highest value is up to 734 kilojoules.
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If you find that high end debatable, then do note that it is consistent with the Rake's other feats. Not only is ripping apart a human being generally around that same level (See Freddy Fazbear vs Frankenstein), but it's feat in the comic adaptation provides a similar a level of durability. In it, the Rake is depicted as jumping from the top floor of a several story apartment and landing completely unharmed. This would require the Rake to absorb 98 kilojoules of energy upon landing.
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Though, the vagueness of these feats ultimately plays into the Rake's ultimately weakness. By virtue of being a digital campfire story, The Rake and its capabilities are left deliberately vague. Not only did I have to stretch a bit to ascertain the above feats, but I can only really guess at how an entity like The Rake thinks. It's never shown as being truly threatened by anything. When someone does try to shoot him in the comic adaptation, The Rake simply freezes him in place with his mind controlling powers, which does at least imply that it avoids direct combat as often as possible.
What is known is this. The Rake has been alive and hunting for well over hundreds of years. The sheer body count it would have amassed with its known MO is absolutely massive. And absolutely known of those victims, in all those years, were able to survive it.
One day, you will awaken to see The Rake sitting at the end of your bed. It will be the last thing you see and the name it whispers will be the last thing you hear. Prey that it isn't the name of someone you love.
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On the surface, you'd think this would be an open shut case. Trying to mind control 47 kills you and The Rake's Modus Operandi is mental manipulation. Done deal, right? Well, not quite.
Yes, you will die if you try to mind control 47, that still takes a bit of time. When Hush tried, he managed to withstand the psychic backlash three times before his brain gave up and shut down. When considered along side 47's aura of death, which The Rake might or might not be able to see, and there's a distinct possibility that The Rake will simply stop trying to mind control him and go in for the mauling.
From here, it becomes more interesting. 47 has a considerable skill advantage and is slightly stronger (878 kilojoules vs 734), he's not fighting a human here. He's fighting a feral, humanoid thing with giant claws. Most martial artists will tell you that going up against someone armed with a knife unarmed is absolutely stupid, to say nothing of a feral animal with giant claws for hands. 47 is going to have a rough time.
The thing that ultimately makes this 47's game, though, is his ability to improvise. Literally anything in his hands is a deadly weapon and an apartment building gives him a lot to work with. Slamming lamps over the Rake's head, jamming pens and glass shards in its eyes, even strangling it with his tie. Then there's 47's endurance and stamina to consider. 47 is able to climb from the very top of the tallesr building in the world all the way to the bottom in one go and he's able to evade the police in Paris even after being shot, bleeding out for hours, and experiencing bloodloss enduced hallucinations. 47 should have the endurance needed to survive the Rake's carving swings for long enough to pummel the creature to death.
You know that brutal fight between the Punisher and The Russian from the early 2000s Punisher movie?
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That's it. That's this fight.
47 is going to be bloodied and battered by the time this fight ends. His suit will be torn to shreds and his apartment will be trashed.... but he'll be alive.
This Throwdown's Winner is...
Agent 47!
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wont shut up about you
canon!peter x reader
word count: 949
warnings: alcohol consumptionÂ
summary: Y/N is Liz Allenâs best friend. She has a horrible crush on Peter, and Liz is sick of hearing about it. So, naturally she invites Peter to one of her parties.Â
a/n is alcohol consumption a warning? idk i just want to keep all of you safe, sorry if it seemed stupid. tom is such a cutie oml
read time: 3 mins 27 seconds
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âLiz, this is stupid,â you sighed, sitting down on her couch. âInviting Peter was a bad idea,âÂ
âY/N, Iâve heard you talk about him for weeks now. Itâs now or never.â Liz said, placing out plastic cups on her counter. âI doubt heâll even come,â she laughed. âHopefully,â you scoffed. âPeople are going to start showing up soon, come help.â
Lizâs house became alive. Flashâs DJ skills were average, but the people really helped the feel. And so did the booze. You were dancing in Lizâs living room with your classmates when you spotted Nedâs hat. âJesus,â you whispered to yourself and snuck away to the bathroom.Â
âYour okay, calm down. Heâs just a boy.â you said to yourself, splashing cold water in your face. You heard a knock on the door followed by a âY/N?â. It was Liz. âOh thank god,â you said, pulling her into the bathroom. âWhatâs wrong?â she asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. âHeâs here,âÂ
Lizâs eyes lit up as she grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bathroom. âPeter!â she sang out, you tried pulling against her but her grip was too strong. âOh h-hey!â Peter stuttered. âHey Liz! Hey Y/N!â Ned said and gave you a warm smile. âPeter have you met my friend Y/N?â Liz asked, getting straight to the point. âLiz,â you gritted between your teeth. âUh- I think we had pre calc together last semester,â Peter said.
Awwh, he remembered.Â
âWell she hasnât been able to shut up about you lately! You two should talk,â
âLiz! Sheâs lying uh- iâm sorry- uh,â you stuttered, your face plastered red up to your ears. Peter looked shocked and a bit embarrassed. âI really wish you wouldnât have,â you gritted between your teeth in Lizâs ear.Â
The DJ Flash ringtone went off distracting you all. âPenis Parker!â Flash yelled through the speakers. Peterâs face began to match yours. âOh, just ignore him.â Liz laughed. You envied her ability to be so social. âYou guys want a drink?â she asked the boys. They followed you guys to the kitchen.Â
Liz got pulled away by another one of her friends and Peter seemed to disappear, leaving you and Ned together in the kitchen.Â
âYou know- Peter has this amazing party trick,â he said, smiling to himself. âOh cool,â you smiled, awkwardly standing around. Ned took a tiny sip of his drink and immediately choked it back up. âNot for me,â he laughed and set down his cup. âSo, you havenât been able to shut up about Peter?â he asked. âOh, jees, uh Liz likes to exaggerate.â you awkwardly laughed. âWell thatâs unfortunate because Peter hasn't been able to shut up about you since pre calc,â Ned said, immediately regretting what he said. âOh, I mean-â âNed are you joking?â
âUh, I donât know if I should answer that.â he said, feeling guilty. âNo because-â âHey guys!â Liz said, finding you again. You abandoned Ned and pulled Liz back into the bathroom.Â
âNed just- he- uh- Peter- I,â âY/N calm down! What is it?â âNed said Peter doesnât shut up about me,â you breathed. You two squealed. âOkay, okay. You got this!â Liz said and shoved you out of the bathroom, and to your luck straight into Peter. He spilt his drink all over his shirt. âShit, Iâm so so sorry I-â âOh! No worries,â Peter laughed it off. The awkward energy radiated between you two. âHere, let me help you.â you said, leading Peter into the kitchen. âReally itâs fine you don't have to,â he said, his shirt sopping wet with alcohol. âThis is un fixable- shit. Come with me,â you said grabbing his hand, ignoring the horrible tension between you two.Â
You lead him into Lizâs older brotherâs room. He was currently in college and had left some old clothes here. You rummaged through his closet as Peter sat on the bed. You pulled out an old tourist shirt that said âI survived my trip to NYCâ. âPerfect,âÂ
You threw him the shirt and turned around for him to change. The shirt was about three sizes too big for him. âI can put the other one in the wash, if youâd like.â you offered. âUh, yeah, sure. Probably a good idea, I don't want my Aunt coming home to find me smelling of beer,â he laughed. You smiled. âIâm really sorry about all of this- all of tonight.â you sighed, crumpling up Peterâs wet shirt in your hand. âItâs alright. Itâs my first party anyways, I had no clue what to expect.â he smiled. âYour first party?â you asked. Peter nodded his head. âYou want to dance?â you asked him. His eyes lit up. âS-sure,â he smiled. On the way to the dance floor you threw his shirt in the wash.Â
Flash was playing all the party classics. âHow do I do this?â Peter yelled over all the noise. âHere, just go with the rhythm.â You said, pulling his hands around your waist. Your bodies intertwined and danced to the rhythm of the songs. âI love this song!â Peter whispered in your ear as the song changed. He put his arms around you once again and his forehead against yours. He could smell the alcohol on your breathe. You felt the natural pull of gravity between your lips and his. Peter was hesitant, but you made the first move. You didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the booze going through your system but you kissed him hard.Â
âP-p-penis Parker getting some action on the dance floor!â Flash announced. You kept kissing Peter and gave flash the finger. The two of you danced until the end of the night.
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give it a chance †lee minho
â genre : college au; roommates au; friends to lovers au
â word count : 9,6k.
â warning : explicit language, slightly suggestive & mentions of alcohol
â summary : you convinced yourself to attend a party in order to prevent Lee Minho from doing stupid things; however itâs not so stupid anymore when your roommate said he needed to tell you something important.
â a/n : the continuation of what if we is dedicated to @chaninfused, so *clears throat* this is where I hereby declare that she deserves more than what the entire universe can possibly give her; oh hi furat, this is why Iâve been so cryptic all this time. I know this isnât much but I want to thank you for tolerating me and letting me be mean to you even though we only started talking for a few months; youâre an incredibly great friend and an amazing writer, donât ever forget that đ€
one.
Itâs been almost a week since Jisung last talked to Minho (albeit texts and FaceTime) and he wakes up to his best friend roaming around his crusty kitchen, struggling to find a bottle of honey. Seungminâs mom has been constantly sending them thirty packets of rib soup per week. And Minho thinks the sight of Han Jisung slurping on nothing but distorted rice with pork ribs while stressing over his paper for seven days straight is more tragic than his non-existent love life.
âItâs like youâre trying to turn us into gym rats,â Hyunjin snickers lazily, flinging his bangs away from his face. âYou even brought us Tupperwares, are you really expecting us not to order tacos impulsively on study nights?â Heâs a little dubious about stuff like this because he can feel the actual horror of only eating chicken breast and string beans just by seeing Chan cooking them up.Â
Seungmin chucks a piece of lettuce towards his direction, âDonât you have anything else to do other than complaining?â He knows that when Jisung and Hyunjin decide to order food on study nights, theyâre gonna do anything but study.
âUhm, I actually do,â he replies nonchalantly. âIâm going through Minhoâs phone.â
Jisung takes a seat next to him by the counter, propping his head onto his hands, âWhatâs the point? Thereâs nothing but cat photos and cat memes...and also Y/N as his background.â
âThat angle is hideous, by the way,â Hyunjin comments like the true photography geek he is, which is completely ignored by Minho because heâs too cranky to start a fight at ten in the morning. âBut itâs kinda cute for you to do that, so Iâm gonna turn a blind eye.â
Jisung asks out of the blue, âWhoâs going to BamBamâs party this Sunday? Well, besides the other two-thirds of 3RACHA.âÂ
âI have a midterm on Monday, dumbass,â Seungmin mumbles while washing his vegetables at the sink.Â
âAnd Iâm sleeping over at Lixâs for a project,â Hyunjin informs him lamely, having no intention to attend another single frat party. At least not BamBamâs frat partiesâthat guy has the weirdest friends; a chick was so drunk that she thought Hyunjin was her boyfriend and almost tried to make out with him on the dance floor.Â
Jisung secretly hates going to parties without his friends- no, actually, he never goes to parties without people from his social circle because he dreads the whole introduction part that requires formalities and inevitable awkwardness. But itâs not like that with Minho, ten minutes into their very first conversation and he feels like heâs known him for years.Â
In short, he will die if Minho doesnât come to the party. Chan can only chat with him for so long until his DJ duty occurs and Changbinâs probably gonna be too busy doing keg stands to care about his antisocial friend.Â
âFine, Iâll go,â Minho gives in while chopping up the chicken breasts and this prompts Jisung to clap happily like a seal for the next twenty seconds as he skips over to the fridge to fetch a water bottle. âBut weâre gonna need a ride, Iâm not taking my motorbike for some crackhead to puke on it. Ask Chan later when you crash at his place.â
Jisung tosses his head back to take a peek at the clock hanging by the bookshelf, and it reads 10:07 AM. He really should be getting for his class at eleven because traffic sucks but heâs not feeling like sitting through two hours of Park ranting about marketing strategies. âCanât Y/N just drive us? I donât think sheâd let anyone else take you home when youâre not sober,â he ponders, earning a nod of agreement from both of his roommates.Â
Just when Minho opens his mouth to brush it off, he stops himself to process the information again and holds back a âyouâre rightâ because he hates letting people know that theyâre not wrong. He wouldnât let anyone drive you home when youâre drunk either. âHer carâs with her dad right now,â he tries to sound casual when three pairs of curious eyes are glued onto his back. âI, uh, sorta had it run into a tree last week.â
âYou what? How are you still alive?â Hyunjinâs jaw is on the floor and Seungmin accidentally dumps too much vinegar into his salad while Jisungâs choking on the iced cold water, coughing furiously after into the sleeve of his hoodie. Guess Chanâs gonna have to drive them both. After all, he can never say ânoâ to J.One.Â
Minho murmurs, âA dude rear-ended me, fucking idiot.â He finishes marinating the chicken breasts and arranges them nicely onto a tray with aluminum foil on top, pushing it into the preheated oven. âAnd basically sheâs never letting me touch her car again,â he sighs while staring into midair dreamily, flashbacking to last Friday when you immediately Ubered yourself all the way from campus to downtown after picking up his call. All he got was thirty seconds of affection; you made sure that heâs not hurt and the rest was just a monstrous tantrum. He ended up sleeping on the couch that night.Â
âMy my, you two are just like an old married couple,â Hyunjin chuckles lightheartedly and shakes his head, scrolling through the series of texts in amusement, âWhat even is this? I swear your conversation consists of 60% âwhen are you going home?â, 40% âyour lunch is hereâ and 20% terrible cat memes.â
âWeâre roommates,â Minho drags the word through gritted teeth, holding back all the murderous thoughts inside his head because he feels like Hyunjinâs just asking for a death wish. Itâs too early for this.Â
Unexpectedly, Seungmin decides heâs in a pretty good mood today since he aced his OChem pop quiz yesterday; meaning, heâs gonna stick his nose into his friendâs business whenever thereâs a chance. âDonât you guys share a bed too?â he pretends to play dumb only to receive a kick in the shin from the older boy.Â
âWeâre also broke,â Minho cranes his neck tiredly, washing the dirty knife under the tap. âBesides, the heater in the living room sucks.â
âYou both even smell the same, itâs getting kinda creepy. Please donât tell me you guys also share showers to have a light water bill,â Jisung makes a gagging noise and Minho thinks heâs already said too much. His grip on the knife tightens for a split second before letting it drop into the sink. He doesnât trust himself with anything sharp the moment Hyunjin started this unwanted conversation. He also regrets stealing Changbinâs meal prep recipes to feed his trash friends.Â
Minho questions callously, âWe just use the same shampoo and shower gel, whatâs the big deal?â His hands go for the box of oatmeal that Felix left here last time in the cabinet full of random food. He doesnât get why Seungmin would buy so much groceries like heâs in a pandemic knowing damn well that his idiotic roommates canât cook for shit.Â
Hyunjin purses his lips, trying to prove his point, âDonât you think that itâs weird? You donât do those things with us.â
âBecause none of you would fucking house me when I was on the verge of being homeless!â
âAnd why is she yelling at you through texts anyway? Bro, thereâs like ten missed calls here with at least a hundred âwhere are you?â. Why is she terrorizing you this early in the morning?â Minho immediately snaps out of his semi-angry trance, chest heaving up and down.Â
âOh shit,â he facepalms himself. âI promised to pick her up at ten from class, what time is it again?â
âYouâre fifteen minutes late, my friend,â Jisung supplies unhelpfully. âItâll take another ten to arrive at campus, without traffic that is. Youâre so dead. D-E-A-D.â It feels weird to hear something correct coming out of Jisungâs mouth (twice in a row) and now Minho wishes he could just whack his friend unconscious on the floor with the new set of microphones that Chan gave him last year for Secret Santa.Â
âOh, I left your rice sitting at âwarmâ, by the way,â Minho makes a grab for his biker jacket and helmet on the counter before fleeing out of the apartment with his sneakers half-way tucked in. Itâs not even been thirty minutes since theyâve seen each other for the past week and Jisungâs already choked on water, not once, but twice because of Lee Minho. Sometimes he wonders if the universe is telling him that he needs new friends.Â
two.Â
âYour boyfriend is late.â
âHeâs not my boyfriend,â you hiss at Yeji while staring at Minhoâs contact on your phone anxiously. Thereâs no reason for you to be; worst-case scenario, you can just take the 0325 home and lock him outside for the night so that heâll have no choice but to endure Chanâs embarrassing sleeping habits. He wouldnât even notice either way because heâd be too busy swearing in his sleep to be annoyed.Â
Yeji puts her hair up into a ponytail after stretching her limbs tiredly. She only has one class today and no choice but to stay on campus for her shift at the cafĂ© before lunch break. Too bad Woojin canât cover her today because of midterms. âIâm only speaking facts,â she tells you with a yawn and notices the slight pout on your face. âHey, donât be sad just because your stupid boyfriend canât pick you up. I can call Chaeryeong if you need a ride here and there, she wouldnât mind.â
âIâm not fucking sad!â
âY/N, you look more depressed than Ryujin when she got a B+ in calc.â Thatâs irrelevant, Shin Ryujin already has a GPA booster after signing up for Kimâs stats class, one B+ wonât make it any less sparkly.
You only let out a prolonged sigh after checking your phone for the tenth time in the past half an hour. He isnât picking up any of your calls, your messages probably canât even reach him and now youâre sitting at M.I.A Cafe with a cup of plain water after standing outside at the front gate for so long like an idiot. An idiot, whoâs hopelessly in love with her roommate- wait what?Â
Listen, you already know that this is going to happen. Itâs awfully inevitable and itâs getting harder and harder as the days pass by because summer is almost here. Meaning, Minhoâs gonna move out soon, according to the contract.Â
Are you sad about that?Â
Yeah, kinda.
The more you think about it the more you regret your decision that day to let him stay with you. Because now you donât think youâd be able to sleep without him next to you, hogging the blanket all to himself; you get angsty when heâs not home even if heâs just at dance practice; youâre definitely getting way too used to sharing an earphone with him while you both are dreading your assignments silently at the kitchen counter. And now youâre getting nervous just because heâs thirty minutes late. Heâs never late, not even to your Monday Movie Night where you both can pig out and binge-watch the Avatar: The Last Airbender series until youâre sick of it.Â
Maybe youâre relying on him too much. Hypothetically speaking, itâs not his fault for the damage of your car but youâre just making excuses to be with him. You even set him as your emergency contact. Itâs kinda tedious to be your roommate, you realize. All of those things arenât mandatory and he can simply mind his own business without having to feel obligated because of the âroommatesâ label yet heâd still choose you, over everything else. Perhaps heâs dealing with his own first world problems and forgot to leave you a message this time.Â
Yeji inquires breezily, wiping a cup dry with a towel, âAlso, are you going to BamBamâs party this weekend?â
âFor me to carry your ass home after getting shitfaced and sit through another two-hour lecture from Lia? Iâll pass thank you very much.â
She indicates with a quirk of her perfectly dark brow, âWhat if I tell you that Minhoâs gonna be there?â Now she sounds like sheâs the one whoâs crushing on Lee Minho and not you. Never knew that your friends can be this creepy but the more you learn⊠âJisung just told me he found a plus one aka Mister Celebrity to attend that frat party with, you wouldnât have the heart to let me be the loner right?â she pouts with her nose scrunched and it reminds you too much of Light Fury so you look away, knowing that you wouldnât stand a goddamn chance if she kept this up.
âHow is that my problem?â you merely roll your eyes, slightly annoyed. âAnd also, isnât Jisung supposed to have his marketing class now?â
Yeji doesnât give a damn about what on Earth Han Jisung is doing with his life so she just brushes your question off. âWould you let Minho drink irresponsibly?â
You nod without hesitation, though it feels wrong coming out of your mouth, âHe can do whatever he wants...as long as my carpet remains clean after his hangover.â
âWould you let me drink irresponsibly?â
âThe same goes for you,â you tell her monotonously. âAnd I only picked you up because Lia sounded like she was hyperventilating when you attended that one law bratâs birthday party. Na Jaemin, wasnât it? Hate that guy, by the way.â
Yeji thinks itâs time for you to open up even more and not despise people that much. Having Lee Minho as your roommate is already a huge step-up but itâs not like there have been any modifications to your routine except the fact that another human being is simply enduring your bitchy ass of a loner. She wants you to be really out there, just not messing with shit like doing keg stands because Seo Changbin is a terrible influence. Woojin once had to drop his shift at the sushi place to drive Jeongin home because Changbin left him hanging on the beanbag chair for a game of beer pong. Jeongin has never gone to another single party since.Â
âYou hate literally everyone!â Yejiâs getting impatient, you can feel it.
âAre you telling me itâs my fault that people are shitty?â you bark, massaging the sides of your temple tiredly. You wish you could just drop the entirety of your current presentation to Yeji because your brain cells are already evaporating one by one into thin air.
She barks back, merely sneering, âCâmon! Y/N, itâs not like you ever have plans for the weekend.â
âBut Iâm having midterms on Monday, I didnât spend my time on those notes for nothing.â
She shakes her head at you almost in disapproval. Sure, youâre a coward for backing out on this because BamBamâs no stranger to you. That Thai kid has been hanging out with Chan since middle school and he always offers to buy you coffee whenever you happen to drop by as theyâre working on a project together. Heâs a nice guy, but you donât know him that well. Something in your gut is telling you that he has weird friends (he totally does). And youâre not about to overdrink only to blurt out an awful confession to Minho while being surrounded by a bunch of crackheads that arenât in your social sphere.
âI heard kids are vapi-â Yeji stops herself, thinking she should just give up, and get ready for the next batch of sleep-deprived customers coming in at lunch break before Jeongin chucks an avocado at her direction for chit-chatting too much about your gigantic crush on Minho. âNevermind, itâs not like youâd care anyway, have fun with reviewing I guess.â And with that, she leaves you alone with the cup of plain water to dump the used coffee grounds in the trash.
It takes you at least ten seconds to comprehend what she just said. And youâve come up with a new yet very last-minute decision: screw midterm because youâre making sure that Lee Minhoâs going home in one piece.Â
Very timely, your phone buzzes on the wooden counter.
[10:38 AM]
lino | hey you still on campus?
three.
The blush scattered across your cheekbones just grows ten shades darker when you see Minho at the front gate leaning against his black Kawasaki; disheveled hair, hands stuffed inside his pockets, occasional puffs of smoke escaping his lips, and unbothered gaze. Youâve never told him this, youâre not telling him this now, and youâre never gonna tell him; but he looks stupidly good in that biker jacket. Again, you donât get how someone can look this good early in the morning.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â you murmur grimly, approaching him from behind. It feels like heâs doing this to your heart on purpose, without even trying. And those girls over there are making you very uncomfortable by eyeing your roommate up and down like heâs an expensive piece of steak with a gold leaf sticking to it.
Minho turns sideways and flashes you a smile; your little heart just did a perfect cartwheel because of that, it can only take so much. âSorry, I kinda lost track of time, but I still promised to pick you up, didnât I?â he says casually as your face morphs into a deep frown because youâre basically confused. The only problem is: you donât even know why youâre confused. Thereâs this fluttering feeling at the pit of your stomach and now you feel as though someone just gives you a blow to the head when Minho looks straight into your eyes, brows slightly knitted together.
This is not healthy.Â
âYou didnât answer my calls or my texts.â
Minho thinks you look cuter than usual when youâre silently fuming because youâre not the type to lash out on people. But itâs not so cute anymore when you threatened to flush his AirPods down the toilet that one time when he spilled ketchup on your carpet. He just hopes he doesnât end up sleeping on the couch tonight like last time.Â
âI put my phone on silent, as always,â he reminds you of how much of a pain in the ass it is to receive a call-back or a simple reply from him.Â
You make a face, âWhatever, didnât I tell you not to make a scene? Have you seen those chicks back there? Theyâre watching me as if Iâm sabotaging their dreams of eating you alive.â Well, you canât exactly blame your roommate for having girls gushing over him wherever he goes because...itâs his fault for looking like a snack all the time.Â
Minho quickly detects how youâre not overly fond of his admirers and needless to say, heâs fairly amused. âThen let them,â he puts an arm over your shoulders and pulls you flushed against him, ruffling your hair. Moments later, youâre already hearing scandalous gasps along with hushed whispers going through your eardrums like a never-ending train. Itâs really setting your nerves on fire.Â
âDonât you think that this is weird?â
âWhat?â Now itâs Minho whoâs confused here.Â
You slightly push him away and avert your gaze elsewhere to avoid eye contact. âWeâre roommates, right?â you mumble, slightly unsure about...all of this.Â
âHmm, what about it?â
âWell, I donât knowâŠâ you fiddle with the hem of your jacket and sigh. âWhat if people keep getting the wrong idea about us?â You sound somewhat regretful as if your decision of taking him in as your roommate was a mistake, as if you feel like itâs better off if he wasnât in your life at all, as if the past month was completely meaningless. Since when did things become this complicated? It started with a harmless one-month contract and now Minhoâs not sure of what he should do next. But thatâs not it, is it? Maybe heâs just overthinking too much.Â
He looks hesitant for a moment there, very not-Lee-Minho of him. âWeâre still cool right?â Minho tilts his head to the side, the afternoon sunlight slips through fluffs of white clouds and brings the constellations in his warm brown eyes to life. Though he looks like a scolded child, you canât help but want to put this moment into a frame and simply cherish it for the rest of your life.Â
âBeats me,â you breathe out, silently hating yourself for not being able to get angry at him. Itâs harder than you thought, really, and it doesnât help when his eyes keep doing that thing to your poor little heart. âMake me pasta and weâre good,â you end up chuckling when Minhoâs expression turns a solid three hundred and sixty at the offer.
âThatâs not a very smart move for a business major, your loss,â he replies with a goofy smile, tossing the helmet that he got you yesterday in your direction. And if you pay attention enough, you can almost see Minho exhaling out of relief. But youâre too busy staring at the ground to douse yourself in your own giddiness to notice. âOh crap, I think I left my wallet at Hyunjinâs,â he tells you after swinging a leg over on his shiny vehicle.Â
You narrow your eyes at him, âYou donât need your wallet to make me pasta now do you?â
âBy the way, are you going to BamBamâs party?â
âOnly if youâre going,â you scratch the bridge of your nose with your ring finger, a little embarrassed to admit that heâs the only reason why youâre ditching midterms.Â
Minhoâs hearty laugh fills your eardrums, shit-eating grin and all. âIf it makes you feel better, Chanâs driving us,â he voices without looking at you, but your chest still swells either way.Â
You fucking hate how you have the softest spot for him.Â
four.
Youâre already regretting this although youâve only been sitting in Chanâs back seats for less than twenty minutes. Crankiness takes over your body as a result of reviewing for the whole afternoon, your eyelids are getting droopy, and your head seems to be all too big for your neck at this rate. More reasons for you to not drink tonight.Â
âUgh, why am I even here?â you groan, and Jisung scrunches his nose, slightly alarmed because youâre not usually this loud unless youâre high on caffeine.Â
Minho tells you in the most lighthearted way possible, âBecause you love me.âÂ
You wish you could just put his head through a wall because everything and anything coming out of his mouth are never healthy for your mind, or heart. âUhm, no I donât.â
âBut you did confess your love to me,â he singsongs as if he just hit a jackpot with his lottery ticket, angling his head to toss you a wink. âI have receipts, maâam. Theyâre right here, in my heart.â Minhoâs never seen you so giddy before so he recorded everything, but heâs not planning on putting himself on a chopping block by telling you that.Â
You shove his arm and purse your lips, flaming cheeks but the carâs too dark for him to see it. âI was sick, asshole, I talk shit more when I have a fever than when Iâm drunk,â you defend yourself helplessly, not enjoying the fact that he had to bring it up when youâre in a confined space with Seo Changbin and Han Jisung.Â
âMinho doesnât like it when Y/N raises her voice.â Great, now heâs talking in third person.Â
âWhat are you even? Four?â
He winks at you, âBaby me, baby.â
âOh my god shut the fuck up and get away from me!â
âYouâll never get rid of me, baby.â Eventually, you give up because youâre too mentally exhausted and thereâs still a long night ahead of you. Youâre not wasting your energy in pointless arguments with him because you both yell at each other on a daily basis anyway.Â
âMaybe heâll zip it if you tell him that you love him,â Jisung suggests innocently with a not-so-innocent look on his face. Heâs already acting dumb when heâs this fucking sober so youâre not looking forward to two hours later when vodkaâs practically replaced his own blood.Â
âIâd rather chew off my own foot.â Changbin snorts involuntarily at your stiff remark, Chan mutters a small âouchâ while Jisungâs too busy laughing his ass off. And a demeaning silence descends after that.Â
Minhoâs right next to you, oddly unresponsive to the situation, his head leaning against your shoulder as he gazes dejectedly out the window. You donât see how stormy his eyes are. He also misses his motorcycle tremendously because Chanâs the safest (slowest) driver to ever exist. No joke, if he keeps going at the pace of thirty miles per hour then you should just skip the party and watch a movie while getting drunk at his place altogether.Â
âCan you go any fucking slower?â
âExcuse me?â Chan laughs in disbelief, heâs a little offended because he personally thinks heâs a good driver, maybe a little bit too obedient when it comes to the law. Hey, at least you know youâre in good hands. âIâm not trying to get us all killed before BamBam could poison one of you guys.âÂ
Jisung purses his lips as heâs reminded of the last party where he ran into that Thai dude. He gave him a plastic cup, telling him that itâs merely a harmless fruity vodka only for Jisung to get kicked out by an Uber driver after throwing up in the back seats. Turns out, the lemons and oranges in the cocktail were relatively spoilt.Â
âIâm gonna die from boredom before we could even get into a car accident,â Minho informs him unconstructively, staring at some random notifications from Instagram of people commenting on his catsâ photos, text messages from his mom and swipes them all away. Mostly to chuckle to himself like a moron because of his lock screen. Yes, your stupid face is still on there after three weeks and you donât know if you should be crying or laughing.
Chan narrows his eyes at the rear-view mirror, âIt seems like youâre entertaining yourself just fine by looking at Y/Nâs face.âÂ
âThis photo does make me laugh because itâs priceless,â the younger boy states without turning his head to look at you. âBut still, bored.âÂ
The car grows silent again soon after because Chanâs already been stressed out enough from traffic since clearly, people canât drive to save their own lives. But itâs not like your friends can keep their mouths shut for the rest of the trip anyway.Â
âBoreddd,â Minho voices randomly while a J.Oneâs song is blasting through the speaker. Itâs a terribly soft song and it doesnât help when Minho feels like he can downright sleep through an earthquake, potentially falling into an enormous crack on the Earthâs surface and still being able to nap like thereâs no tomorrow. Heâs just glad that Jisung grew out of âWowâ and embraces his awkward self through his own music. Itâs..sentimental but whatâs a J.One song without that element?
Changbin looks up from his phone for half a second, wholly uninterested. âThen shut up and sleep,â he says expressionlessly. Very timely, his most recent track comes up next on the playlist and he starts rapping along with it. Minho thinks he can really use a good eye shut as SpearB is performing live right behind him because Changbin can only stay sober like this for so long until he gets his hands on one of BamBamâs sketchy-looking concoctions.Â
Youâre starting to get bored too at this rate because usually, during times like this when the car is filled with nothing but music and everyone (except for the driver) feels like theyâre falling into a food coma, a certain idiot willâ
âY/N, donât you have a midterm on Monday?â Ah, there it is.Â
Jisung bends himself forward and drapes an arm over the leather seat, scrunching his nose at the sight of Minho sleeping soundly against your shoulder. Heâs still bitter about the fact that Minho refuses to drive anyone other than you with his motorcycle for some reason. Exclusive things are always so annoying.Â
You exhale deeply because Jisung reminds you of that one kid who always asks questions that stress the hell out of the teachers back in high school. Would it kill for him to just shut up once in a while?Â
âI do, and I havenât got a wink of sleep since yesterday afternoon,â you tell him rather lazily, shifting when Minho snuggles himself closer to you, his hair tickling your jawline. You pray he doesnât know how fast your heart is beating. âA little alcohol might spare me a night of crying myself to sleep.âÂ
Jisung lets his bottom lip stuck out like heâs a fucking five-year-old not allowed to get his favorite ice-cream flavor. âAww, you should have asked Minho for cuddles then, pretty sure heâd be more than happy toâ,â he remarks sarcastically and you wish you could just throw him in the middle of an intersection. Heâs lucky because Minhoâs a heavy sleeper or he would have been knocked senseless or something. The last thing Chan needs is being forced to pull over for having wild animals wrestle the shit out of each other in his vehicle.Â
âHey, fuck off,â you snarl at him, knowing you should have chosen the passenger seat instead. That way, you wouldnât be fuming inside because you canât physically strangle Han Jisung to his imminent death. He has already tattooed that image into the back of your brain and you swear youâve never heard a creepier chuckle from your friend.Â
Jisung notices the coral tint on your cheeks and sneers, leaning back against his seat. âYeah right, as if youâre actually gonna get drunk,â he says snarkily. âYouâre just gonna be there to prevent Lee Minho from making bad decisions.âÂ
âI decided to come because Yeji wanted me-â
âYeji who? In what world will you have time for her when youâre too busy staring at Minho like a total creep? Wanna bet ten bucks?âÂ
Thatâs bullshit because Lee Minho is already your entire world.Â
Chan butts in, âMake that fifty.â
Changbin raises his hand, âIâd bet my Tesla.â Your friends really spelled out âa bunch of fucking clownsâ in bold, gigantic capital letters and youâre this close to facepalm yourself against Chanâs steering wheel. This is why you donât go to parties with them that often because youâre stuck with cleanup duties with Seungmin until these crackheads grow out of their amateur drinking habits.Â
âYouâre just jealous because he would rather call you an Uber than give you a lift himself,â you say pointedly and Jisung lets out the loudest, most scandalous gasp. So dramatic.Â
âYou,â he jabs a finger at you, eyes wide in accusation. âNeed a nap.â
You laugh dryly, ignoring the urge to snap a picture of his flabbergasted expression and turn it into a new meme for your group chat. âYou donât say, Han, you donât say.â
And Changbin rolls his eyes over the moon, vividly picturing where this disastrous conversation is gonna go. Basically, he wants you to get shitfaced as soon as you step foot into BamBamâs house so heâll have a sappy, drunk confession video to toss on Twitter tonight because Woojin just posted a picture of him with a drumstick dipped inside a glass of what looks like a watered-down Margarita. Heâs highly concerned since there hasnât been anything juicy on his feed other than his friends creeping people out with their questionable content.Â
âIf you two donât end up getting drunk and kiss, Iâm gonna be pissed,â Changbin says casually as if itâs just an afterthought. This prompts you to chuck your phone in his directionâyou can care less about your screen protector at this point if it means stopping him from taunting you further.Â
He asserts like a snake, âHey, remember that time where you tripped over Kkami and totally crushed Minho under your weight?â
âI blame gravity for that.â
âBut Albert Einstein said you canât blame gravity for falling in love.â
âWho cares about Albert Einstein?!â you whisper-shout harshly, cautiously eyeing Minhoâs sleeping figure. He scrunches his nose and murmurs something that you canât quite hear before turning over to face you completely. His arms unexpectedly slip underneath yours like second nature. He furrows his eyebrows occasionally, other times heâd be grinning like an idiot and his lips are slightly agape, full eyelashes framing his eyes beautifully. Sometimes you wonder how weird his dreams are whenever you caught him talking (and cursing) in his slumber.Â
Changbin wants to pry aloud when you start staring at Minho for too long; he might as well be tossed on the freeway at this point before exasperation squeezes the little amount of oxygen left out of his chest. This is worse than Hyunjinâs terrible rom coms. He props his head onto his hand in boredom as Chan pulls over and turns off the engine. âHey weâre here, why not wake your prince up with a kissââ
âIâm gonna kick your ass,â you threaten.Â
Now there are two distasteful tattoos at the back of your head. And you will not hesitate for a heartbeat sacrificing the entirety of your bank account to get them removed. To get Lee Minho removed from your mind.
If only it were that easy. Â
âMhmm,â the figure beside you lets out a low grunt and hugs your arm closer instinctively. His warmth seeps through the fabric of your denim jacket and sets your heart on fire. Youâre ready to flick his forehead any second now to interrupt his slumber but before you could even do anything, Seo Changbin aggressively opens the door and you widen your eyes in horror. Where the fuck did he get a megaphone? And what for?
âBitch wake up! Those drinks arenât gonna finish themselves!â
Itâd be a miracle if you ended up finding him alive by dawn.Â
five.
âY/N you ass, give it back!
âNo, weâve only been here for three hours and this is your fifth cup already,â you tell her in a mildly serious tone before dumping her cup of whatever the fuck of a yellow substance that Ryujin gave her ten minutes ago into the sink.Â
Yeji plops herself onto the sofa in the living room after you drag her out of the kitchen where people are making out on the marble counter. Glad to see nothingâs changed...idiots. âGod, youâre such a party pooper, I shouldnât have told you to come,â she complains in between small hiccups, alcohol tinting her cheeks beet red.Â
âIâm here to save your ass and this is how youâre repaying me?â Your question didnât come out as coherent and threatening as you imagined and every single cell inside your body is shaking for no specific reason.Â
Your friend narrows her eyes down into a mere glare like a detective in those crimes shows that you spend way too much time on and youâre debating whether you should be laughing or pissing yourself. She fucking knows that youâre lying. She fucking knows the sole reason for you to be here. âGive me a break, itâs not like youâre doing anything besides staring at your boyfriend from afar,â Yeji scoffs dejectedly.Â
âGod forbids âLee Minhoâ and âmy boyfriendâ go in the same sentence,â you grit, subconsciously averting your gaze around the living room to spot your roommate. All heâs been doing is being held back by Chan when he tried to murder Changbin once, catching up with his old friends from high school and hanging out with some of his classmates, ranting about how much he dreads Kimâs eight AM, gushing with Hyunjin over some seniorâs choreography set. By the looks of it, Jisung must have handed him at least seven of those red party cups from the barâthanks to BamBam who keeps restocking them every hour.Â
Yeji chuckles creepily when the alcohol finally hits her hard, you think you just got chills by the way that sheâs leaning closer. âOf course not,â she hiccups into your ear, words slurred, âLee Minhoâs not my boyfriend, heâs your boyfriend.â You look at her in the eye, and mentally regret your life choices. How insufferable.Â
âI mean, seriously,â she slams her body back onto the couch and groans; you canât tell if itâs out of frustration or the cushion is too soft for her back. âItâs like youâre living the life of the main protagonist in a Harry Styles fanfiction! Do you know how many girls and boys would kill to live in the same apartment as that?â Her index finger is pointed directly at the person youâve been watching and avoiding all night, across the room with a dart in his hand as he stands in front of the dartboard.Â
âWere you aiming for the board or were you plotting to kill me? Because I canât tell! I-canât-fucking-tell!â Changbin shouts over the music and you momentarily cringe at the crack in his voice; itâs never a college party without one of your friends riling each other up over the dumbest things. And also, who thinks itâs a good idea to lend an unstable Lee Minho a sharp object of any kind?
You look away as heat flares through your nostrils when Minho accidentally glances at you after laughing at some corny joke that Chan made. Heâs more than mildly hammered right now, you suppose, because, well, Chan can only make people laugh when theyâre exceptionally drunk.Â
A stupid question then slips out of your lips. âWith what?â It sounds like you only have one brain cell and are perpetually dumb. It makes you feel even dumber when thereâs nothing but a can of Coke inside your body.Â
âA hottie who dances, cooks, has a good sense of humor, lowkey a genius, highkey a tsundere, shares a name with a famous actor. Far more handsome than the actor himself, if I dare.â Yeji has no hesitation whatsoever naming every reason as to why people on campus shamelessly throw themselves at your roommate on a daily basis. And now your head grows ten times fuzzier, floating mundanely in the clouds above. Basically, you feel like youâre drunkâexcept your confidence isnât sky high enough to do something stupidâwhich makes no absolute sense.Â
The silver-haired girl next to you puts an arm around your neck and giggles, youâre highly perturbed that her vocal cords are gonna give in tomorrow when she convinces you through FaceTime that you should be extra careful with your notes since she wonât be showing up to class. âOh! And he has three cats, right? Cat people are said to be more intuitive and thoughtful, thatâs a bonus,â Yeji asserts and your jaw is on the floor at this rate. She doesnât even spare him a second glance during lunch break and she already knows this much?
No wonder Minho never talked about his cats with Felix and Seungmin again.
âI bet you read that off a Buzzfeed article.âÂ
âDoesnât necessarily mean itâs wrong!â
You inhale and exhale deeply, linking your fingers together, âYeah, but thatâs all people will ever see.â
âWell, what else can they like about him?â
âI donât know,â you say bluntly, but the rouge on your cheeks is anything but âbluntâ. âThey donât see how stuck-up he is, how he loves hogging the blanket all to himself, how he secretly stocks up a stash of trashy snacks. They donât see the way his eyes sparkle when he looks into their eyes during a conversation because heâs actually a very attentive listener.â
Yeji pats your back without turning her head, slightly amused, âI think you meant how he looks into your eyes during a conversation.â
Your eyes scan the room one more time to find Minho hugging his stomach from laughing too much, there are actual tears in his eyes because Changbin just lost a bet and apparently he has to belly flop himself into the pool as a punishment. You havenât seen him this happy in a while, even when heâs potentially dying from a really bad stomachache but it still puts your heart at ease knowing heâs having fun tonight.Â
Needless to say, he always knocks the breath right out of your lungs without much effort. Even when heâs ditched the leather jacket and ripped jeans, you still think no one looks better than him in a large t-shirt and sweatpants.Â
âBut I donât get it,â Yeji looks over at you this time, real carefully because your tone just grows firmer and more serious. âHow can he just stand there, laugh...and look so beautiful?â
âI told youââ
âYeah thatâs exactly what I need to hear right now, Yeji,â you facepalm almost immediately, highly disappointed in yourself.Â
Jisungâs getting his ten dollars on Monday when you surprise him with two slices of cheesecake from his favorite dessert place. Changbin can keep his Tesla and Chan...Chan isnât getting anything.
You push yourself off the blue velvet couch and groan, youâre getting sore quickly because the cushions are far too soft. âLet me get some fresh air, I feel like Iâm gonna to lose my mind,â you tell your friend but you doubt that she caught it since the music is all too loud for students to communicate properly. Maybe thatâs one of the reasons why fistfights during parties are a thing.Â
âUhm, wait,â Yeji tugs onto your sleeve and jerks her head towards the direction of Minho. âIâm sorry but what the hell does your boyfriend want now?â
âHuh whereââ
Like..three feet away. Or a whole lot closer.Â
âWhy didnât you answer my texts?â And you find Minho standing in front of you with his arms crossed stubbornly, eyebrows knitted together and tinted pink cheeks. He looks a little pissed off, and you donât think youâre both on the same page here.Â
When you give him a âwhat do you meanâ look, your roommate feels the need to unlock his phone and jab his index finger against his poor crusty screen as he shows you at least fifty messages that heâs been spamming in the last half an hour. This reminds you of the yellow Post-It note that Minho violently smacked onto your fridge the very night when he first moved in.Â
âI hereby fucking declare that if we did end up going to the same party (doubt btw), we would keep our phones with us 25/8 so one can save the otherâs ass from stupid decisionsâ lee minhoâ he wrote. Minho knows all too well the only ass that needs to be saved is his. And youâve thought about taking the note down several times but you donât think youâd have the heart to.Â
âOh,â your head draws a blank canvas and you look for your phone in your pocket. But then, âI left my phone in Chanâs car.â
Minho rolls his eyes at you and decides that heâs too impatient to wait for Chan to sober up and remember where he left his keys. âWhatever,â he manages to crack a small smile, one that shines through the dimmed LED light on the ceiling and makes your heart stuck in your throat. âLetâs get out of here, I have something to tell you.âÂ
âHey hey hey,â Yeji tries to get up from the couch but her limbs are too wobbly. âYou canât just tap out all of a sudden and steal her from me like that. Donât even think for a minute you second rateââ
âYeah, no, sheâs mine.â
Youâre downright baffled. But youâre not sure if itâs because of what he said ten seconds ago and your heart is going haywire, your brain cells are giving in on you or itâs because heâs tugging you by the wrist and piloting you through the impending chaos of sloppy college students.Â
Youâre not sure if you want to know. Youâre not sure if youâre ready.Â
six.
Fall arrives sooner than you thought and it almost makes you miss summer. Though you didnât really have anything exciting besides an internship that refrained you from living on YouTube for too long.Â
The evening is oddly cold, but youâve never had a problem with the tips of your fingers growing chilly. Itâs different tonightâitâs the kind of coldness that slips through your flesh and into your bones, coming in contact with the thumping force of your heart, causing it to shiver. Thereâs nothing to do but keep your gaze straight forward, your feet moving on their own with the one and only goal of heading home. Clouds with the murky color of wet ashes pass by, and the ground as its dank reflectionâa reminder of how humanity is ruining the planet.Â
The streets are so quiet and tranquil; youâre afraid that Minho might be able to hear your heartbeat. Now youâre pointing a finger at society in accusation because itâs the weekend yet no elder couples are taking their night strolls, no middle-aged ladies in fluffy jackets are walking their spoiled teacups dogs and no wasted college students are roaming the streets with âtroubleâ spelled out on their forehead. Really, youâd rather stare at people in a creepy way and zone out than constantly thinking about Lee Minho when heâs right beside you.Â
This is terribly suffocating and you donât think if you can keep this up in the next thirty minutes until both of you get home and melt into the comfort of your bed.Â
âSober up, Mister Celebrity, thatâs too much fun for tonight.â Minho winces slightly when you press a can of cold green tea against his cheeks as heâs about to doze off on the wooden bench next to the vending machine. While heâs taking a swig, you feel a silent obligation to take a seat but your eyes are determinedly fixed on the curb.Â
The bench suddenly feels far too big and the night breeze is far too cold for Minhoâs liking, so he shifts his body closer, fingers brushing over yours and sending electricity down your spine. âWhat do you mean?â he scoffs, finding it hard to not look at you so his gaze is temporarily glued onto the can of green tea in his palms. âTonight was nothing compared to Jisungâs birthday.â He can still feel the remaining warmth from your hands, it makes him wonder how itâd feel to actually hold them.Â
âUgh, god,â you shake your head in disbelief, internally cringing. âDonât even remind me.â
You still donât know what Hyunjin fed him that day to the point he couldnât remember what happened. All hell broke loose Felix posted a video of him pretending to be a stupid ostrich and trying to do a mating dance towards Jisung on Twitter. No one dares to talk about that scarred video since. Now that heâs reminded you of it, you wish you didnât own brain cells in the first place. This is why the internet is scary.Â
âWhat is it that you wanted to tell me anyway?âÂ
Minho stops for a second at your question and places his beverage down on the bench. He stares distantly at the space ahead as if heâs fighting with himself inside his own head, seriously contemplating something. Itâs come to your attention that this isnât very like his usual self. Minho never hesitates for a second when he has something in mind. Even when he knows that you might rip his head off.
He exhales deeply, turns his head, and makes direct eye contact with you for what seems like an eternity. His eyes are as wide open and honest as a childâs, they possess something so much more the longer you stare at them. A warmth, safety. Your heart is gonna combust if he doesnât get this over with soon.Â
Then, âI think I forgot to put yeast in the batter.â Wait what?
âMinho!â you punch his arm, earning a low grunt from the blond-haired boy. âDonât fucking scare me like that!â Heâs looking at you as though your eyes are turning red with rage and smoke is coming out of your ears, scared for his own life but truthfully, youâre just relieved. Surprisingly.Â
âWait, so youâre not mad?â he asks you with a wide-eyed expression, trying way too hard to keep a straight face. âArenât we supposed to bring homemade bread for the get together at the nursing home tomorrow?â
âOld people still enjoy Bingo for some reason, they can have that instead of bread.â His mouth forms a small âoâ as he scoots closer to you and you can tell that he reeks off alcohol, which is making you a little dizzy. When your gaze falls elsewhere but Lee Minho, you attempt to appear casual, âBut if you wanna bake so badly, I can still pull an all-nighter and start over with you.â That was doable, but you could have done betterâshould have sounded like you didnât really care.Â
Minho flings his bangs away from his face and tosses his head back, chuckling breathlessly. âDonât you have a midterm to stress over instead of me? I donât want you to pick out every single strand of hair on your head after baking with me.â He finally said something nice once in a while, you sorta appreciate it. âItâd be embarrassing when my parents FaceTime me and see you as bald as my great grandfather.â Nevermind, heâs still the same old jerk.Â
âYou donât have to be embarrassed, youâll be moving out in two weeks, either way, right?â Your tone sounds sad and grim all of a sudden; it really dampens the atmosphere because Minho is now looking at you with concern laced in his brown eyes. âLook, I get that itâs bothersome to be my roommate so thereâs no need to feel bad. Iâll be fine going back to my old life where my feet donât get cold in the middle of the night because no one would be there to hog the blanket anymore.â
Minho feels the need to clear things up here. âI never said anything about moving out,â he grabs you by the shoulders and hopes you could just look at him when heâs being serious for once. âY/N, who even said anything about moving out? Was it the landlord?â
âNo,â you say, still not willing to face him directly. Youâre such a coward.Â
âIf so, why would I move out? Did I do something wrong? Did I piss you off or something?â
Youâre trying so hard not to snap at this point. âNo!â
âThen why canât you just fucking look at me?!â
âYouâre still drunk, let me buy you anotherââ
Minho shakes you forcefully, hoping to knock some common sense into that brain of yours. âFor fuckâs sake, Iâm not drunk!â he cries helplessly, not caring about the fact that heâs waking up every cat possible in the neighborhood. âJust- just look at me, will you?â
You stubbornly keep your eyes anywhere but him. âWhy would I look at your stupid face?â
âDonât bullshit me, Y/N. Youâre not usually like this.â
Every single cell inside your body quivers simultaneously when he says soâgood god, no, heâs testing you. Minho knows somethingâs off. Now to think about it again, youâd rather let him dirty your carpet than being put on trial like this.
âYou wanna know why Iâm acting like this? Itâs because of you! Youâre making me nervous! Itâs your fault for making me feel this way!â
âWhat?â he blurts, eyes blinking numerous times in disbelief. âWhat did I ever do to you?â
âGod, Minho, you canât possibly be this dense. Tell me, that youâve never, not even once, seen me turning beet red when you simply look at me in the eye. Or when youâre just sitting there, laughing your ass off about something stupid. It makes my heart flutter, okay? You make my heart flutter. Do you know how much of an effect you can have on me? You donât go around juggling with othersâ feelings like that,â your voice grows smaller and smaller towards the end until thereâs nothing but an oddly comfortable silene floating midair. A sense of relief washes over you; you unknowingly exhale.
Minho stares at you in awe for a moment there, until he also speaks up for himself. âMaybe you should take your own advice,â he almost snickers, and this causes you to peel your gaze away from a random bush to gawk at his response. âYouâre telling me to not go around juggling with othersâ feelings? If anything, youâre the one who keeps messing with my heart. What am I supposed to do? Not get drunk so that I wonât be able to get away for doing dumb things?â
âWhat dumb things?â
âI donât know, kiss you?â
âFuck, you canât get away with it this time now, can you?â
Youâre already regretting this and thereâs no turning back. Because when Minho subconsciously runs his tongue over his bottom lips, youâre already fighting the rouge spreading on your cheekbones. He shortens the distance between your heads until your lips are practically a breath away from his. Impatient, you grab a fistful of his shirt to smash your lips against his. Minho stays frozen for a nanosecond, taken aback by your boldness before pulling you closer by the waist. Youâre hesitant at first, but he guides you through it, telling you that itâs okay by embracing you more tightly. Dear god, Minhoâs kissing you and the world just falls away. Itâs slow, comforting in ways that words can never be. He slackens his jaw to deepen the kiss, smiling into it when giddiness bubbles up inside his stomach.Â
The world still feels like itâs spinning when he parts away, an alcoholic taste mixed with the green tea ghosts your lips, and your face grows ten times hotter. Even in this cracked darkness, Minho sees you blush hard and is fully aware that his cheeks are mirroring yoursâhe doesnât even bother to convince himself that itâs from the alcohol, because it isnât.Â
âWhy arenât you saying anything?â Minho questions though his breath is still a bit shaky from the kiss. He really didnât lie when he said that he could never stop bothering you.Â
You canât help but smile at him brightly; this causes his heartbeat to spike inside his chest. âWell, do I have to?â He shakes his head and stares down at your hands until he musters up every strand of courage left to finally intertwine them with his own. Fits like a glove.Â
âCome on, letâs go home,â he tells you softly, eyes crinkling into a pretty crescent moon shape. But you stop him right there when he attempts to stand up and wordlessly lean your forehead against his. Minho understands that you simply need a moment so you both hover right there, simply melting into each otherâs touch. But what you say next just makes the ignited passion inside his heart flare-up. Heâs at a loss for words, utterly speechless.Â
âI am home.â
âWelcome home then, Y/N,â Minho whispers.
Everything feels like a dream that youâd never want to wake up from. His hands are clasped on either side of your face, resting just below the lobes of your ears. His thumbs gently caress your cheeks so that you wonât drift away, your breaths mingling. Never before has your own name made your heart flutter. But you guess itâs only because Minho said it. You do know that itâs not an afterthought, nor out of impulse. Itâs a promise, for whateverâs coming your way on this path, heâs never gonna leave you behind. And the moment he feels that thing beating inside his chest is in sync with yours, he slowly leans in again.
Albert Einstein once said you canât blame gravity for falling in love. And you have every right to argue with him in the afterlife because youâve confirmed that Minho is your gravity. Gravity keeps you grounded, always get a hold of you so that you wonât ever have to wander off too far away. Itâs there for you but it doesnât have to act like it cares. Minhoâs kinda like that tooâhe picked you up every time you said youâre good walking home, he only stocked up the stash of candies to secretly feed your midnight cravings. They only differ so much where his heartbeat for you is loud, undaunted and he loves you fearlessly; nothing shall meddle with his feelings for you as long as the way your eyes light up when they meet his doesnât change.Â
Before you met Minho, you didnât know that it was possible to just look at someone and smile for no reason. The way his lips curl up when he smiles, his sarcastic remarks, his kindhearted nature though heâs awfully good at hiding it. Thatâs what people do when theyâre in love, they sayâto fawn over the littlest things but theyâre what makes you fall so hard for him. But as time passes by, youâve learned that itâs actually quite nice to be in love with someone. Because then, you get to spend your time and effort on their happiness as well, not just your own. In exchange, that person is capable of bringing colors to your dull world, tearing down your walls, and showing you just how beautiful life can be. Surely, Minho might not stay by your side forever in this crazy game of Monopoly but youâd risk it all for him even if the sky comes crashing and the universe turns upside down.Â
After all, you canât love alone.Â
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that really sucks to hear dj, she probably hasn't seen pictures of females rocking undercuts... and honestly undercuts are pretty gender neutral in my opinion, i've seen more females with undercuts than males tbh (speaking of gender identity, i wanna strangle a dude in my class for being a hecking heck when it comes to it) -âïž
I use to have a pixie cut two years ago. She was ok with it. The undercut just set her off today. Lol.
She's right now stuck in the past. Hopefully she'll get over it
(Do it!!!!!!
I wanted to strangle my grade 12 calc teacher for being homophobe. Like bitch mine your business. His now in america I think)
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Modus Dj e Manolo Terruzzi insieme al DVCA di Milano per un mix di cucina e musica
Chi ama la buona musica, soprattutto la house e la buona cucina puĂČ cliccare su Instagram, precisamente al link in calce a questo testo. Infatti Modus Dj (nella foto sulla destra) e lo chef Manolo Terruzzi hanno dato vita insieme ad una performance decisamente inedita, uno al mixer e l'altro ai fornelli, al DVCA di Milano (https://dvca.it, Â via Rovello 18), ristorante giĂ molto conosciuto da chi in cittĂ vuol viziarsi un po'. Non Ăš una collaborazione casuale: Modus Dj Ăš resident in questo spazio e spesso dĂ il giusto ritmo a dinner show e party esclusivi.
Come dice la parola stessa, gli chef di solito comandano... ma per una volta Ăš stata la musica a dettare il ritmo di questa 'performance': "Lo chef si Ăš mosso organizzando i piani di lavoro in base alla sua ispirazione e alla programmazione della giornata, ma i 'tempi' chiaramente venivano dettati dai dischi che via via selezionavo", continua Modus Dj, uno che di cibo ne sa. Eccome. "Ecco una top tre dei miei piatti preferiti, ovviamente tutti da gustare al DVCA. Parto con un primo del Nord, anche se sono pugliese: risotto della riseria di Nori alla milanese con pistilli di zafferano e midollo. Come secondo scelgo un cubo di maialino da latte cotto a bassa temperatura laccato al miele con schiacciata di patate all'extravergine. Per finire, un bicchiere tutto pistacchio tra il dolce e il salato... ditemi voi se non sono una buona forchetta.
E' un video dj set dal sound decisamente house. "Lo chef Teruzzi Ú un grande cultore della techno e della tech house, ha girato il mondo seguendo i migliori esponenti di questo genere, da Carl Cox  a Sven Vath, da Nina Kraviz Marco Carola",  spiega Modus Dj. "Non potevo stravolgere la mia idea iniziale, cioÚ proporre soprattutto musica 'funky, groove'...126 bpm perfetti per fare ballare lo chef e i suoi piatti. E a un certo punto ho pure proposto 'Music Is The Answer' di Danny Tenaglia nel remix di Pagano... e ho visto negli occhi dello chef tanti cuoricini, per un ritorno brillante agli anni che furono".
Modus Dj + Moreno Terruzzi (chef) @ DVCA Milano https://www.instagram.com/p/CFrLHvPHqCa/
Chi Ăš Modus Dj http://lorenzotiezzi.it/modus-dj/
special adv by ltc - lorenzo tiezzi comunicazione
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Saturday Nights - Peter Parker
//Requested by @mixed-fandoms-girl: Peter Parker x reader Peter Parker x Smart! girlfriend! reader sheâs the smartest kid but doesnât go to midtown and when flash is making fun of Peter at Lizâs party and talks about his imaginary girlfriend, she shows up and proves flash wrong //
//Warnings: Language. Pairings: Peter x reader//
You laid in Peterâs bed and read over your math assignment, waiting for him to get home from school. Dating someone who was as smart if not smarter than yourself was great. The only thing that made it a struggle was going to different schools. Your parents wanted to send you to Midtown School of Science and Technology, but you were adamantly against it. You had nothing against Midtown or the kids that went there. It wouldâve been a great fit for you academically. You just liked being at a normal, public school that had a little bit of everything, not just the typical âsmartâ subjects. Your current school was a more social environment, more lax and fun.
Often, you went to Peterâs after you got out of school. You ended school about an hour before he did, but after picking up snacks for you two to study with and the walk to his apartment, your arrivals were only about twenty minutes apart. Aunt May always welcomed you in, joking that you might as well get a key. She absolutely loved you being with Peter, saying it made him so happy.
âHey!â He said happily as he entered his room and tossed his backpack by his bed. You rolled over, pushing yourself to sit up and tossed your assignment aside. âWorking on homework?â
âNah, just looking at it.â You shrugged. âYou know Calculus kills me and I avoid it for as long as humanly possible.â
âI can always help you, you know.â He offered, dropping to lay in his bed with his head in your lap. âIâm actually really smart.â He said proudly.
âI never wouldâve guessed.â You teased, tugging on the Midtown sweatshirt he was wearing. âBesides, Iâm pretty smart myself in case you hadnât noticed.â
âWhatâs the topic?â He laughed.
âDerivatives.â You said, handing him your assignment. âLiterally the worst part of Calc.â
âI always thought logarithms were worse.â He countered.
âDonât even get me started on logs!â You said with a laugh. âThose are literally the devil of mathematics. Honestly, why do they even exist? But derivatives are torture. Who say around and thought that derivatives needed to be a necessary concept? What do they prove? They prove how useless they are, thatâs about it. And then thereâs anti-derivatives and those really make me wanna hit myself in the face with my textbook.â
âBut your face is too cute to hit with a book.â He said with a stupid grin and he reached up with his other hand and patted your cheek affectionately.
âYou are so cheesy.â You laughed.
âMaybe.â He shrugged, letting his hand drop to his chest. âBut you like it. You find it endearing.â
âYour vocabulary is astounding, my dear.â You nodded. âBut have you ever stopped to contemplate the philosophy that I, as a female, was just so infatuated with your virtue, your true innocence, that I could not help but swoon and give my heart to the lovable virtuoso that is, Peter Parker?â You said, using your best scholastic voice.
âYes, Ms. Y/L/N. I have gone over the possibility oh so many times.â He said with an exaggerated sigh. âAlas, there is not enough evidence to prove such a theory. Being that this virtuoso you speak of can only attract someone with a similar talent and aptitude, what else would be so outstanding about one, Peter Parker?â
âAn interesting question, indeed.â You stifled a laugh. âMaybe itâs the suit.â You winked.
Of course you knew Peter was Spiderman. He didnât mean for you to find out. He did everything in his power to hide it from you. You found out by accident. You had been staying the night at his place and restlessness had taken over. You couldnât sleep and had rolled over to find an empty bed. You figured Peter had gotten up for water or needed to use the bathroom so you paid it no mind. But once his window opened and he crept through it carefully, your mind tried to convince you it was a dream. The next morning, you asked Peter flat out if he was Spiderman, and his stammering and lack of excuses proved you right.
âOh, is that right?â He raised an eyebrow as his cheeks turned a slight pink.
âYeah.. I mean, have you seen yourself in the suit?â You laughed.
âHave you seen yourself in that denim skirt?â He replied with a cocky smirk.
âTouche, Parker.â You nodded with a smile still.
âHey, are you busy this weekend?â He asked suddenly, dropping your work on the floor.
âActually, yes.â You nodded, gently running your fingers through his hair. âBut I can easily cancel my plans for you. What did you have in mind?â
âNo, if youâre busy itâs okay.â He shook his head. âI just thought you could use something to ease your stress..â
âPeter, what did you have in mind?â You repeated your question with a soft smile. âIâd cancel plans with anyone to spend time with you. Plus, I only made these plans cause you and I didnât have anything planned. Besides, thereâs a few different ways you can help with my stress. â You winked. His cheeks flushed pink again.
âItâs just.. Liz is having a party this weekend and I was hoping that you would want to come with me..â He said with a small shrug, as if it was out of the ordinary for you two to do things together. It reminded you of when he asked you out for the first time and it brought a soft smile to your face and a warmth to your heart.
âLiz, isnât she the girl you liked before me?â You questioned.
You had no issues with Liz. She never made you feel insecure in your relationship or with yourself. In fact, you were rather curious in regards to her. You never met her, but had heard all about her. You knew Ned and met Michelle on a few occasions. But never Liz.
Peter jumped up quickly, causing you to jump slightly. He turned to face you, taking your hands in his tightly. âNot like that! Not like that at all!â He explained quickly. You were still surprised by his quick actions and you couldnât stop your laughter.
âPete, Iâm not worried about Liz. I never have been.â You explained with a smile. âOf course, Iâll go with you. I finally get to meet her.â
âWait, you want to meet her?â He asked in shock.
âYeah, I mean why not?â You shrugged, letting go of one of his hands to lean down and pick up your math work. âI can finally see who you liked before you met me... Now, help me get through these derivatives and weâll talk more about it. Or we can start a different stress reliever.â
âYou donât need my help and you know it, Y/N. Except maybe for the stress relief.â He laughed, taking his own backpack off the floor. âYouâre the smartest girl I know.â
âMaybe...â You hinted. âBut itâs cute when you explain things for me. I mean, you are pretty smart after all..â
The night of Lizâs party, Aunt May offered to pick you up. You told her it was fine and your mom could take you since you needed a bit more time to get ready. You texted Peter, telling him youâd be there soon as you hopped into your momâs car.
At the party, Peter and Ned wandered the crowd.
âSheâs gonna be here soon.â Peter assured his friend as he checked his phone and saw your message.
Leaving right now. momâs dropping me off but iâll probably go home with you if you dont mind. be there soon xx
âWhat are you gonna do till she gets here?â Ned asked. âEveryone doesnât believe sheâs real. Everyone even thinks the pictures you have are photoshopped!â
âIâm just gonna be myself.â Peter shrugged slightly.
âPeter, no one wants that.â Ned said in return.
âHey!â Flash announced on the microphone. âItâs Penis Parker! Hey dumbass, whereâs your girlfriend? Is she studying for this âother schoolâ she goes to?â He tormented.
âTold you.â Ned sighed and Peter rolled his eyes.
âSheâll be here.â Peter assured. âSheâs on the way, I swear.â
You stepped out of the car in front of Lizâs house, the bass hitting so hard you could hear it on the street. Your mom asked when you needed to be picked up, but you waved her off, saying you would go home with Peter. You pulled your phone out to call him as you entered the house.
âDid your imaginary girlfriend bail on you? When I say Penis, you say Parker. Penis!â A boy said, the crowd following his instructions.
âThat must be Flash.â You muttered as you pushed through the people. You saw Nedâs hat over the top of the crowd and made your way over there.
âHello, Lover Boy.â You smiled widely as you finally found your boyfriend. You kissed him quickly before greeting his friend. âHey, Ned. Nice hat.â You wrapped an arm around Peterâs waist and his arm came around your shoulder. You leaned into him slightly and used your other hand to reach up and lace your fingers together.
âThanks Y/N!â Ned smiled.
âSo, Iâm guessing the asshat on the mic is that kid Flash?â You asked the boys, glancing to the DJ booth.
âYeah, thatâs him.â Ned confirmed.
âHeâs a bitter little boy, isnât he?â You joked. âOh! Sorry Iâm late, by the way. I couldnât decide between the blue and red stripes or the black and green stripes to match the denim skirt.â
âThe blue and red is nice.â Peter said kindly.
âLike Spiderman!â Ned exclaimed.
âUh, yeah... I guess.â You replied with a smile.
âYou have a crush on Spiderman!â Ned said in amusement. âSo does she..â He nodded to something behind you. Before you could question, you were greeted by a friendly voice.
âPeter, Ned!â A girl said as she came up and joined the group. âIâm glad you could make it.â
âI told you weâd be here.â Ned said happily. âOh, Peter. Introduce her!â He said quietly.
âRight! Sorry.â Peter laughed slightly. âY/N, this is Liz. Liz, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.â
âGirlfriend? Wow. Hi. Sorry, I didnât mean it like that or anything I just didnât know Peter had a girlfriend.â Liz said with a smile. It was a sad smile, as if she was upset Peter had a girlfriend. Maybe she was harboring some feelings for him.
âFrom what I can tell, no one believes he does.â You laughed and nodded towards Flash. âApparently, Iâm imaginary.â
âYou look pretty real to me.â She laughed. âIâve never seen you around before. Are you new or-â
âNo, I actually donât go to Midtown.â You shook your head. âI had the option before this year started but I didnât want to. Itâs too... focused for me, I guess is the best way to put it. I just like the range of classes a regular high school offers.â
âBut sheâs a genius!â Ned interjected.
âI wouldnât say that but Iâm alright.â You said modestly.
âAlright? Y/N, youâre the smartest girl Iâve ever met!â Peter countered.
âReally?â Liz questioned with a bit of bitterness in her voice. âThat smart, huh?â
âSo they say.â You shrugged. âSorry if this is weird but you are really pretty.â You complemented honestly.
âYou think so? Thank you! I love that top. Red and blue look so good together!â She replied. âWell, I have to make my rounds so have fun. Drinks are in the kitchen, if you need anything.â She nodded with a perfect hostess smile before leaving.
âI donât think she likes me very much..â You commented as she walked away.
âI thought I was the only one picking up on that.â Ned agreed.
âWhat are you guys talking about?â Peter questioned. âI think that went okay.â
âOkay, but Peter, thereâs an unspoken rule between girls that when a girl compliments you, you compliment her back.â You explained. âItâs a whole thing focused on women supporting women.â
âBut if itâs unspoken, how is every girl supposed to know?â Peter questioned.
âThey just do. Itâs practically in our DNA. Iâll show you.â You said, turning to see Michelle not to far away.
âHey, Michelle!â You called for her attention. âThat dress is cute!â You smiled.
âHuh? Oh, thanks.â She said casually. âYour skirt looks good.â She nodded.
âSee what I mean?â You said to Peter.
âI canât believe you guys are at this lame party.â She told the boys.
âBut... youâre here?â Ned replied, just as confused as the rest of us.
âAm I?â She said before disappearing into the crowd.
âSheâs interesting...â You thought out loud. âI like her.â
âSo wait, is there an issue between you and Liz or...â Peter asked.
You giggled slightly. âNo, not an issue. I just donât think she likes me.â
âWell, Liz has a crush on Spiderman.â Ned explained. âBut it kinda seems like she has a crush on Peter, too.â
âAlright, how much is he paying you?â Flash asked as he suddenly stood in front of you.
âExcuse me?â You said in offense. âFuck out of here with that.â
âHow much did Parker pay you to show up and pretend to be his date?â Flash clarified.
âHe didnât pay me, you ass. He asked cause Iâm his girlfriend.â You laughed in annoyance. âWhich Iâm assuming is more than you have based on your immaculate personality..â You added sarcastically. âYouâll catch more flies with honey... Iâm just saying.â
âSo youâre Y/N Y/L/N?â He asked.
âYes.â
âThe genius that doesnât go to Midtown?â
âYeah.â
âProve it.â He challenged. âOr are you just some above average public school kid that actually has more than three functioning brain cells?â
âWhat do you wanna know, dickwad?â You said confidently.
âWhat is the most abundant protein in the human body?â
âDuh, collagen. 25-35 percent of the human body is collagen, which forms connective tissue like the ligaments, tendons, and skin. Next.â
âWhatâs the anti-derivative of a cosecant squared?â
âI hate calculus. Negative cotangent of x plus the constant, k. Donât insult me by asking kindergarten questions.â
âDefinition of antiestablishmentarianism.â
âNot much of a challenge. EVen though I doubt you can even spell antiestablishmentarianism.â You laughed. âItâs a political philosophy that views a nation's or society's power structure as corrupt, repressive, exploitative, or unjust. Itâs basically opposition to the conventional principles of society.â
âWho introduced the theory of punctuated equilibrium?â
âObviously, Gould and Eldredge. And thatâs all the time we have for today on How Can This Random Asshole Ruin This Date With My Boyfriend featuring This Random Asshole.â You said in a gameshow host type voice.
âAnd youâre seriously dating him?â He pointed to Peter.
âObviously.â You sighed in annoyance. âAnd you go to Midtown? Maybe I should transfer that way someone can actually challenge Peter on an intellectual level and not compensate by being a physical challenge. I mean, who does that anymore?â
âAre you blind or something?â
âNo, cause I can see exactly how ugly your personality is, but then again Iâm not a genius, remember? Above average public school kid that actually has more than three functioning brain cells, I believe is what you called me.â
âHow did you even meet? Heâs a total loser.â
âWhatâs it to you?â You laughed. âYour dumbass didnât believe I was real five minutes ago. Plus, youâve been getting on my last nerve so if weâre done here, you can leave.â
âWhy would you even consider dating him? Youâre hot enough that you could date like, young Leonardo DiCaprio or something.â
âWho wouldnât wanna date Peter?â You said as if it was obvious. âHeâs peak boyfriend material.â
And to you it was. Peter was beautiful. He was sweet, kind, smart. He held the door open for you and stayed up late on the phone with you until you fell asleep. He offered help with your homework and asked you to stay with him almost every other night. He made cheesy jokes that you couldnât help but laugh at. He was shy and awkward. But thatâs what made him so perfect to you.
âAre you convinced yet, cause Iâm growing rather uninterested with you.â You said plainly.
âYouâre lying.â He crossed his arms, refusing to believe you. âThereâs no way Penis Parker scores a total babe like you.â
âTell me then, Flash, since you seem to know my life. If I was lying, would I do this?â You said slowly, turning to face Peter.
âWhat are you doing?â Peter whispered, slightly nervous.
âJust trust me.â You said in the same hushed tone with a small chuckle.
You took his face in your hands and pulled him to you. Your lips met softly at first, you pulling away a few times to tease him. He smiled against your lips as his hands fell to your hips and gently pulled you closer. You two kissed each other deeply, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. When you were out of breath, you pulled away and smiled. Peterâs cheeks flushed a bright red, a shy smile graced his face.
âSee? I told you to trust me.â You winked before you turned to face the bully who stared at you two in shock.
âSo not only are you Peterâs alternate for the academic decathlon, but he has a girlfriend before you do.â You laughed. âYou talk a big game for someone in second place.â
âI.. But youâre- And heâs-â Flash stammered.
âBye, now.â You wiggled your fingers and Flash slowly walked away, still muttering an incoherent response.
âThat.. was.. hilarious!â Ned said loudly. âIâve never seen Flash look so flustered!â
âItâs what he deserves.â You shrugged with a proud smile. âNow, why are we standing around still? This is a party after all! Letâs dance!â You said happily as you dragged Peter to the dancefloor.
âNo, Y/N I- I donât- I donât really dance.â He said nervously.
âNo one really dances at parties!â You said over the music. âEveryone just jumps around or find the closest person to grind on. No big deal. Just go with it, Pete.â
You spent the rest of the night on the dancefloor with Peter. Ned came and went but you were focused on Peter. His hands on your waist. Your hands on his arms.
âThis is cute.â You tugged the top of his flannel that he left unbuttoned. âYou always look cute in a flannel.â
âThanks.â He smiled, a red tint finding his cheeks again. âHey, thanks for coming.â
âAnything for you, Peter. Anything for you.â You said softly as you leaned in to kiss him gently.
#sm hoco#sm ffh#spiderman#spiderman imagine#spiderman homecoming#peter parker#peter x reader#peter parker x reader#peter parker imagine#marvel#marvel imagine#peter x you#peter x y/n#peter parker x you#peter parker x y/n#spiderman far from home
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take a chance and donât ever look back
ao3
Alex Manes is going to prom with Martin Ness.
The news spreads like a wildfire, the way only a rumor in a high school can. It hits the hallways first, where Alex cocks his hip and touches up his eyeliner in his locker mirror; it spreads through shouts and giggles in the cafeteria and the quad and the locker rooms and even trickles down to the  field where all the other Manes men had held court in their time.
Under the stairwell, squashed between a bank of lockers and a support beam, Michael bounces his knee and chews his thumbnail to the quick.
It was a stupid idea. It was always aâitâs not like they know each other, after all, not really, just kind of-sort of through Max by way of Liz and by way of this town isnât big enough for everyone forced to spend most of their waking hours in proximity not to know each other. And they had biology together last year.
He made the old dubiously safe safety goggles look cute. How is that even possible?
But itâs not like they know each other. What was he going to do, just walk up and ask him and expect him to say yes? Heâs an alien, but heâs not completely out of touch with fuckinâ reality. Michael might be able to afford tickets to the dance, but a tux? Out of the question. Even rentals donât come cheap. Isobel would be all to happy to help him figure something out, but then sheâd want to know why, andâ
And thatâs another thing. Alex is out, and Michael isâMichael doesnât know what he is. He just knows that one day their fingers brushed on the pages of a textbook, and every single atom of his being sat up and took notice. Light flooded his soul, and his only thought wasâŠoh. There you are.
Heâs been trying to figure out what that moment meant and how to make it happen again ever since. Heâd thought prom might be a good wayâŠeveryone goes, after all, everyoneâs expected to have a date. For all that Isobel scoffs and says âonly total wannabes go to junior prom. I mean, come on,â sheâs had her dress picked out for two months. So prom could have been a good way to jump in with both feet. A way to spend some time together. Heâd just needed some time to work out the logistics, to plan, and to work up his courage because every time he thinks about dancing with Alex Manes he feels like bursting into flames.
Turns out he waited a little too long.
Itâs okay, though. Itâll be okay. Michael tips his head back to rest against the cold white cinder brick. Lunch is almost over, but he hasnât been hungry all morning anyway. And if he crawled out of his hiding place and ran into Alex, he might say something stupid or burst into tears and then heâd have to go and die because Alex would never look at him again.
Michael isnât Max, with his dorky charm and love of words and his brain-library full of swoon-worthy quotes. All Michaelâs got is himself, and a lot of thoughts about the stars and how they move, and a truck old man Sanders says he can have if he can get it running again.
Alex makes music. Michaelâs gotta find a way to be worthy of that.
Ness is in the orchestra too. Thatâs probably how they met.
MichaelâsâMichaelâs not going to think about that. Michaelâs gonna get to pre-calc before the bell rings. Pity party over.
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Isobel kidnaps her brothers to the dance. Sheâs got a date with a cute guy in her wood shop class, and sheâs got to get ready, but she still wakes Max up with a tie and a ticket and meets Michael at the bus stop the same way. No is never a good enough answer for Hurricane Isobel, so Michael spends an hour poking at his unruly curls and trying not to panic.
Itâll be okay. Heâll dance with his sister and anyone whoâs there alone. Itâll make Isobel happy, itâll get him out of the house for a night, and hey, it might even be fun. If he sees Alex and Ness together, heâll. Heâll deal. He wonât let his disappointment get in the way of someone elseâs good time. Itâll even be nice to see Alex having a good time. At school heâs always hard-edged and sharp and Michael likes it, he does, he likes the wit and the pride and the strength. But Alex has a really nice mouth, and itâs even nicer when he smiles.
Michael takes a deep breath, puffing out his cheeks and releasing it on a huge sigh. The suit Isobel got him doesnât really fit right, but itâs not hideous. His hair is the same as always. One curl refuses to lie flat and bounces rebelliously right over his left eye. But itâs not like thereâs anyone heâs trying to impress tonight.
The current fosters barely ever comment on Michaelâs existence, and they donât break pattern to notice heâs dressed up as he slips downstairs and out the door. Isobelâs car idles across the street, and Michael jogs over and climbs into the backseat.
âI thought itâd just be Max. What happened to wood shop guy?â He asks, clinging on to the front seats to steady himself as she hits the gas.
âTurns out wood shop guy pre-agreed that theyâd both go to Kate Longâs afterparty,â Max replies, wiggling his eyebrows at Michael as if to say the audacity of some people.
Isobel hunches her shoulders, and she does even that elegantly. Clenching her hands on the steering wheel, she snaps, âI told him weeks ago that I didnât want to go to that bitchâs party. Everyoneâs just going to get high, and her shithead brother will 100% be there. No thank you. Boys are stupid. Thatâs why I have you two.â
Michael laughs at that, and he and his brother chorus, âWe love you too, Iz.â
Clearly an attempt was made to transform the gymnasium, but it only achieved mixed results. The walls are hung with fabric and colored lights; the effect is a little dreamy, but itâs not enough to overcome the sound of dress shoes on a linoleum gym floor. Isobel disperses immediately into a cluster of girls on the dance floor; Max hovers a little longer before patting Michael on the shoulder and disappearing as well. Liz Ortecho isnât here tonight, so heâs probably going to find a quiet corner to compose some poetry in or something.
While Max may be ridiculous, quiet doesnât sound so bad. Theyâve only been here fifteen minutes and already the pulsingly loud music is rattling his nerves. Heâs not the biggest fan of loud noise or crowds, and this venue proudly boasts both. The corners of the gym are dark, so he risks using a bit of his ability to boost himself up on top of the folded bleachers where he can survey the rest of the room. Heâll dance a little later, maybe, after heâs acclimated.
Heâs just gotten settled when he finally lays eyes on him.
Michael canât tell if Alex has just arrived or if heâs always been here, standing alone and looking beautiful and maybe looking for a dance partner too. Michael doesnât know where Ness went, but heâs nowhere to be seen and that means Michael has a chance.
Okay. Okay. He missed one chance to be brave and make this happen. If he embarrasses himself, or, or Alex touches him and he doesnât feel that frisson of rightness melting into every pore, no matter what happens, itâs not like they know each other. Tomorrow, they can pretend like none of this ever happenedâor maybe this can be a start of something? Giddy on a hundred possibilities, Michael forgets how he got up to his perch, and also that heâs a telekinetic alien, and scrambles down the side of the bleachers like itâs a ladder. He misses the bottom step and goes stumbling.
Popping up and righting himself with a blush on his face, Michael shoulders his way through the crowd to where Alex was standing just a minute ago. No oneâs there now; Michael spins on his heel to see if he can see Alex walking away. He spots spiky dark hair silhouetted against shifting green light and follows it, not caring how many feet he steps on as he goes. He loses sight of Alex again just past the refreshment table and, frustrated, he elbows his way off the dance floor.
There he is. Heart in his throat, Michael sees where Alex ended up. Heâs seated, lounging on the dais at the foot of the DJ booth, eyes closed and head tipped back so Michael can see every inch of his graceful neck, dyed purple, then golden as the lights shift all around them.
Michael canât do it. He canât. Alex looks too peaceful, too perfect, over there surrounded by the music where heâs most at home and where Michael will have to shout to be heard as he stumbles over the words that will make Alex notice him.
Michael scrambles for the doors and for fresh air to calm his racing pulse.
Next year. Heâll be braver next year.
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Later that night, Alex lays in bed with his arms behind his head and sighs, loud and dramatic and just a little bit laughing at himself. The dance was fine, butâŠis he too naĂŻve for having hoped that some handsome guy would swoop in and sweep him off his feet? He didnât even get one dance with Martin, who snuck off immediately to kiss his secret boyfriend behind the building. Theyâd only gone together to prove they could, as the only two guys out in their year, but still. Rude.
Funny thing is, Alex would swear he saw Michael Guerin a few times, watching him with this adorably nervous look on his face, his hair tumbling sweetly around his face. Alex wonders what that was all about andâŠmaybe he should have gone up and asked. Maybe he missed out, just a little bit.
Guerin did look really cute, after all. And despite what everyone else seems to think, Alex knows that he can be weirdly shy, considering how much he went blushing and tongue tied when they were lab partners.
Alex rolls over onto his side, a slow grin spreading over his face.
Who cares about junior prom? Hey, maybe heâll get his chance next year.
#malex#roswell new mexico#michael guerin#alex manes#i might turn this into a longer thing that goes heavier on the fluff#like maybe a 5+1 deal#five times michael didn't get to dance with alex and one time he did (their wedding)#we shall see
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Michael Langdon (prior to outpost) X ReaderÂ
Ages will change over time If I continue leading to outpost Michael.
Summary: Y/N is a Senior in high school, her parents made her move from their large modern home to an old house, perfect for a restoration project, in an old neighborhood. Murder House dwells just across the street from her. During a fall night, she is dared to go check it out.
A/N: I suck at summaries. This isnât really edited or meant to be taken too seriously. Just something fun I wrote quickly. I like to imagine different ways Michaelâs plot could have gone. The third part of my other Michael fic should be posted today or tomorrow.
I guess let me know if you like it and want me to tag you in the next update?Â
Dare
It was the weekend before halloween and y/nâs folks were out of town. To celebrate some alone time without the parentals, y/n hosted a bon fire in her backyard after the big game. The football team had just lost against their rivals and y/n was even happier that she had a place everyone could just relax. Theater kids to cross country runners to football players to debate team members were in attendance. There was even an aspiring DJ, with a set up on the back patio blasting their latest mixes. And this kid was good. Y/Nâs parents had money, money to buy old houses and to do whatever they wanted with them.
Y/N grabbed a beer from a cooler next to the DJ set and looked up into the darkening sky, above, circling were large black birds. They were going around and around forming a dizzying cyclone shape over the house across the street. With a quick twist her beet was opened and she took a long swig. Keeping her eyes up at the sky she made her way down the wooden steps of the patio, past her large in ground pool, and down toward the controlled fire in the center of her large back yard.
âHey Y/N!â Someone shouted colliding with her shoulder. âWatch out!â
âOh sorry dude,â She laughed blinking her eyes and moving her gaze from the sky to a girl she recognized as someone who sat behind her in pre calc. The girl looked up and lifted a brow in confusion. âJust a little distracted tonight. Enjoy the party! Pizzas in the house.â
With one last glance up, Y/N made her way to the fancy fire bit her mother put in and sat down in a foldable chair. She took another sip of her beer and just watched as her peers danced in the background, drinking too much cheap beer, and trying to appease their unstable hormones with a quick hook up. The thought of college apps wafted around in her head.
âNone of that,â One of her friends shouted, he sat down in a neighboring chair. His girlfriend came trailing behind him giggling. She was drunk. âYou made the perfect score on the ACT and youâre going to get into the first college you applied for.â
âYeah Y/N,â His girlfriend agreed. âYouâre like hella smart.â
âI donât know guys,â Y/N said looking up at the sky again. The birds were still swarming. âJake arenât you a little nervous about getting in and Leah arenât you afraid for your future?â
âY/N,â Jake said. âWe are, we just understand that we need to let loose while we still can because the big bad college is going to suck our souls from us with all the homework weâre about to gain. Youâre parents arenât home you should be living it up more than those drunk stumbling marching band kids in the corner of your kitchen.â
âYouâre right!â Y/n took another sip of her beer and looked back at her lit up house. Two kids were attempting to make out. She laughed.
Surrounding the fire were her closest friends, all from different clubs and organizations on campus. They were popular, there was no denying that. Y/N though popular, was only made so due to knowing her closest group of friends all of her life. Also having parents with money and an occasional plane to through big parties didnât hurt either.
âSo tell me about this old house your family decided to move into?â Jake asked. âItâs really old. Like made in the late 1800s old.â
âMy mom has this thing for restoration, you know that,â Y/N said fidgeting with her oversized denim jacket. She pulled the sleeves of her long sleeve stripe top out from the cuffs of the denim. âNothing weird happens here. It looks creepy, but noting happens here. Like at all.â
âYeah right,â Another friend spoke up, it was her friend Cally, a softball player. âLet me guess youâre barely sleeping. Or you're sleeping with the lights on.â
âHonestly nothing happens here, itâs just really fucking old and everything creaks.â Y/N says annoyed. She downs another sip of her drink. She was starting to feel buzzed. She hated being a light weight.
âThatâs the ghosts dude,â Jake laughs. âIf you hear creaking at night, itâs the ghosts making themselves known.â
âNo I think thatâs just old floorboards and door hinges needing to be greased up.â Mac cuts in, Callyâs girlfriend, another softball player.
âNothing happens here, but the old house across the street thatâs a different story.â Y/N perks up an eye brow.
âMurder house right?â Cally shouted with a spark in her eye. âIâve heard about that house.â
âWeâve all heard about that house,â Jakes girlfriend chimed in.
âI didnât know about it until I moved across the street from it.â Y/N says shaking her head.
âBut arenât you like into spooky shit?â Mac asked. âVampires and zombies.â
âDoesnât mean Iâm into true crime and murder,â Y/N challenged. âBut thatâs how I know my house isnât haunted and well the one across the street is.â
âWhat are you saying?â Cally asked.
âAm I the only one noticing the birds swarming above and across the street?â Y/N says.
âItâs dark and everyone has had a bit too much to drink so probably,â Jake said looking up. He looks up and he jumps in his seat. His girlfriend falls to the damp grassy ground. âWhat the hell?â
âMaybe something died there,â His girlfriend says. âLike a cat or someone hit a deer.â
âDo those look like buzzards to you Leah?â Y/N asked. âBecause they look like crows to me.â
âOkay it could just be a weird weather pattern.â
âThis is LA, what is weird about the constant sun and smog?â Y/N asked. âThere isnât even barely a breeze.â
âBut how does having a lot of birds flying around your house make a claim house being haunted, other than the fact that a lot of people died there?â
âI donât know maybe the fact that a lot of people died there?â Cally said. âNot just died, but like murdered.â
âLet me continue with what I was saying,â Y/N said annoyed. She quickly chugged the remaining liquid in the glass bottle she held and through it at the fire. âIâve seen lights on in the house at night.â
âFaulty wiring.â Mac huffed and crossed her arms.
âIâve seen movement behind the curtain covered windows. When the lights are on, Iâve heard screaming, a boy screaming,â Y/N says pointing toward the direction of the house. âI also remember waking up around 3 in the morning to see people dressed in cloaks standing on the front lawn of that house.â
âHave you thought about just going over there and peaking in the window?â Cally asked.Â
âUh, no.â Y/N said bringing her jacket around herself tighter.Â
âI dare you to.â Cally said with a smug look across her face.
âWhy donât you do it?â Y/N said shooting her a look.
âIâm not their neighbor, if someone actually lives in that house you can just say were checking up on them. Mention something about there being break in or noise complaints.â
âUh, we are the noise complaints,â Y/N pointed to their friend blasting music. âThat wouldnât make sense.â
âWell you canât back out of a dare.â Jake said.
âWe are not even playing a game!â Y/N said.
âWe just started,â Mac said with a lifted brow. âYou can do this. Iâve got a bat in my trunk that you can take with you just in case.â
âWhat is she going to do with a damn bat against a ghost?â Leah asked.
âThatâs not the point,â Mac said. âYouâve got yourself a keeper here Jake. Itâs just in case actual people are in the house.â
âIf I do this, you all owe me a coffee fix for the rest of the semester.â
âDeal.â They all said in unison.Â
âAnd Cally, I want your lace up, high top boots.â
âNot happening.â
Y/N stood in her front lawn with a metal bat in hand, her friends were behind her. Her entire front lawn and street were lit up by street lamps. They casted a deep orange glow, but that same glow that lit up her lawn never touched the lawn across the street from her. She looked down at her shoes, new Vans that had yet to be completely broken in, with itâs white details against the black still very white. She quickly bent down and tied the laces tighter, hoping to not trip over the long laces.
âYouâre stalling,â Jake shouted. âJust go. Weâre right here man.â
âShut up Jake!,â Leah shouted and Y/N heard Jake groan when an elbow hit his side. âYouâre going to wake the neighbors.â
âOh they are still awake. We are loud as hell,â Mac said. âBut you are stalling.âÂ
Y/N looked back at her friends and gripped the bat until she felt it slide against her sweaty palms. She checked her phone battery life, it was at 75%. She let out a sigh and slid it into her back pocket. Before stepping into the street she looked both ways, the whole street was lit up with street lamps and there were no signs of cars. She walked faster wanting to get the whole dare over with. They said to look in a window, but not go in. The door probably wouldnât be unlocked.
Once on the unkept property an odd feeling creeped down her shoulders to her feet. She swallowed hard and took in a heavy breath. Quickly she turned around leaving the house at her back and saw her friends had walked closer to the street and shot a thumbs up beneath the lights. Y/N nodded and took out her phone, she turned the flashlight app on and lit up the property from itâs darkness.
âIâve got this,â She whispered to herself. âI can do this, no one lives here and Itâs just me looking into the windows.â
Y/N walked toward the house, cautiously looking at the over grown bushes and weeds that that created irregular shadows against her phone light. From the corner of her eye she thought she saw a figure and flung the light toward the direction. The light exposed moss and vines swaying on their own.
âWhat the fuck,â She whispered. âThereâs not breeze.â
Another movement came from out the corner of her other and she flung the light towards itâs direction. When the light hit the area she swore she saw two little girls, but nothing was there. The light of her phone had exposed a window that she could peek in. She shook her head and practically hopped over toward the window.Â
Once the light of her phone his the window she took a peek in. The house, though old and supposedly vacant, looked clean and lived in. She propped her phone against the window with the light directly against and cupped her hand against the glass.
âThis doesnât make sense,â She said to herself. âNo one lives here.â
Y/N grabbed her phone and walked away from the window. She jogs over toward the front door and decided she wanted to try and go in. She could hear her friends shouting for her not to go in. She grasped the door and it opens. Heat from the house hit her like a fever hot flash.
âWhat the?â She says. âWhy is it so hot?â
The feeling she felt turned into churning anxiety at the pit of her stomach, but she took a step into the house anyway. The door behind her shut slowly and it made her jump sending her further into the house and dropping her phone.
âTurn around and leave,â A faint voice whispered. She flung her head to the side where the sound came from. It was more like a gentle draft. âGoooâ
She bent down to collect her phone. After picking it up she checked her screen, it had not been shattered. She was thankful for phone upgrades. After examining for damage she shined the light to illuminate the place. She was in the foyer right now and could see an opening to a larger room. Sweat began to build at the back of her neck and she could feel it dripping down in-between her breasts. She yanked the denim jacket off and flung it against a wall.
âTurn back.â Another whispered.
âWhoâs there?â Y/N shouted walking through the opening of the room she flung the light of her phone everywhere. In the room were leather couches and a wooden desk. âHow long has this been in here?â
âLeave nowâŠâ
âIf youâre a damn ghost show yourself.â Y/Nâs voice began to shake. She pushed up the sleeves of her shirt feeling too hot. Her hair began to feel soaked by the sweat now. âIt has to the be alcohol. Iâm drunk. No one is there.â
She walked until she found a stairway. It was grand and beckoned for her to go up stairs. Before she could take a step she she heard a dripping sound against the wooden floor and felt something trickling down her nose. Her head swam from the heat and alcohol, her stomach churned with anxiety, and now her nose bled in reaction to it.
âI must be really anxious.â She spoke to herself trying to calm down. âItâs an old house. Old hoses make noise. We know this.â
Y/N nose only bled when she was really anxious. She watched as another drop of her blood fell to the hardwood floor and splash back up. She internally cursed at herself. Now she had defaced property.Â
She went up a few steps toward the upper level and the whispers became louder taunting at her. All shouting, leave, get out, and he will wake!
âHe?â Y/N asked shaking her head, her head now pounded with a pressure and pain and she felt as if she would vomit. She swayed a bit on the step she just took and the metal bat lazily slipped from her sweat drenched palms. âWho.â
She hazily looked up toward the stop of the stair case and caught a glimpse of a teenage boy wearing nothing, but boxers. His hand placed in his hair. He tilted his head to the left and examined her. Y/N jumps and her body lost itâs balance. Trying to regain it she took another step, but then stumbled backwards. She fell backwards and landed at the bottom with a quiet thud. With her eyes still open watched as the stranger ascended down the steps toward her. She tried to get up and to grab her phone, but her head still pounded. More trickling of blood tickled at her face, this time at her left temple.Â
âShhhh.â A voice cooed. And Y/N collapsed backwards toward the hot ground.
She was in and out, she felt like she was floating. Y/N opened her eyes to see her head was resting against the strangers bare arms and her leg dangle against his other. His blonde shaggy locks gently swaying in her face. There was a peculiar expression across his face. She breathed.
âShhhh.â The stranger said again, the expression turned into a sympathetic smile.Â
Y/N passed out in the strangers arms.
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THE DEVIL'S TRILL - EPISODE 25
THE DEVILâS TRILL â EPISODEÂ 25
Classical guitarist and DJ, Warlock Sonny Bellavance, is back with The Devilâs Trill on Radio Free Satan featuring your favorite classical works. In this episode we hear works by Bach, Mendelssohn, Vivaldi, Mozart, Mussorgsky, and more.
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8 Dance-Centric Juneteenth Celebrations to Check Out This Weekend
Dance organizations across the country have been planning ways to celebrate Juneteenth since well before it was declared a federal holiday by Congress this week. June 19 marks the date on which news of the Emancipation Proclamation reached Galveston, TX, more than two years after the Civil War was declared over and enslaved people in the U.S. freed. Here are eight class and performance offerings, some in-person and some online, celebrating Black joy and resilience that you can check out this weekend.
Ailey Celebrates Juneteenth, plus a free class from Ailey Extension
Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater's online portal, Ailey All Access, launched a week of Juneteenth-inspired programming on Wednesday, June 16. It features an excerpt from Rennie Harris' tribute to the company's eponymous founder, Lazarus; a 1972 archival film of the legendary Judith Jamison performing the finale of Ailey's Cry, famously dedicated to "all Black women everywhereâespecially our mothers;" and the rousing "Rocka My Soul" dance that closes Ailey's seminal Revelations. The program additionally features a "BattleTalk," putting artistic director Robert Battle in conversation with Opal Lee (the "Grandmother of Juneteenth"), Juneteenth Legacy Project co-chair Sam Collins and Legacy Project commissioned artist Reginald Adams. The program is free to watch on YouTube and will be available until June 22 at 7 pm ET.
In addition, Ailey Extension will offer a virtual Juneteenth Celebration: West African Class, diving into West African culture and technique fundamentals, with Maguette Camara on June 19 at 12 pm ET. The class is free but will be capped at 300 participants. Register at alvinailey.org.
(RE)VISION presented by 651 Arts
New York Cityâbased presenting organization 651 Arts launches its inaugural Juneteenth Celebration with (RE)VISION, a weekend of outdoor and online dance film screenings. Ronan Mckenzie and Joy Yamusangie's short film WATA draws on stories of the African and Caribbean water deity Mami Wata. Charles O. Anderson's (Re)current Unrest, making its long-awaited regional premiere, explores the history of Black art and protest. Marjani FortĂ©-Saunders' Memoirs of a...Unicorn: BLUEPRINT shows the importance of the Black family structure to individual identity as it's been tested through history. And the premiere of Cyborg Heaven places the Black urban experience at its center through the lens of house ballroom culture, hip hop and queer radical poet traditions. The film series will be shown following a set from Qool DJ Marv at outdoor screenings in Downtown Brooklyn June 18â19 at 8 pm; tickets are free but advance registration is required. Virtual screenings will take place on June 20. 651arts.org.
Central Avenue Dance Ensemble's A Night at Club Alabam
A Night at Club Alabam takes its name from the dance venue that was known as the "Cotton Club of the West Coast." Presented by Los Angeles' Central Avenue Dance Ensemble, a dance group dedicated to teaching the history of Black vernacular jazz dance through performance reenactments, the online production is a tribute to a bygone era, a vintage nightclub show drawn from the dances of the 1930s and '40sâfrom tap to vernacular jazz, ballroom to flamenco, mambo to tango. The show premieres June 19 at 1 pm PT; the recording will be available on-demand for two weeks following the livestream. Tickets start at $15. centralavedance.com.
Instagram offerings from Movement of the People Dance Company
Joya Powell's Movement of the People Dance Company offers a full day of offerings and celebrations via Instagram Live. The day kicks off on June 19 at 10 am ET with a grounding exercise, followed by bass jam sessions, self guided massage, a conversation about allyship, a guided improv session, a pause for poetry and reflection, and, to wrap it all up, an invitation to "Dance it Out" with Powell herself. Info and offerings available on Instagram @mopdance.
Coming Together at Lincoln Center
Directed by Torya Beard, Coming Together is a multidisciplinary Juneteenth celebration centering family and celebration. Dancer-choreographer Brian Harlan Brooks, street dance specialist Tomoe Carr and tap luminary Ayodele Casel are joined by DJ Justin Johnston and poet Fanta Ballo for this presentation by Lincoln Center's Concerts for Kids. The event will take place June 19 at 12 pm ET at Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts' transformed outdoor campus. Tickets are free but must be secured via the TodayTix Lottery. lincolncenter.org.
Juneteenth: The Celebration with M.A.D.D. Rhythmsâ
Chicago's iconic tap crew M.A.D.D. Rhythms headlines a free outdoor performance at the Harold Washington Cultural Center alongside Blu Rhythm Crew, Broadway in Bronzeville and The Happiness Club. Live performances kick off at 1 pm CT, but early arrivals can catch a grocery giveaway at 11 am. maddrhythms.com.
M.A.D.D. Rhythms will also be making an appearance later in the day at the 2021 Chi Village Fest.
REFRAME / REMNANT / RITUAL at NCCAkron
The culmination of Cara Hagan's Community Commissioning Residency at the National Center for Choreography at the University of Akron, this collection of short dance films explores ancestry and embodied relationships to space, as well as the reframing of history from the perspectives of women of color. Dancer-choreographers Ananya Chatterjea, Paloma McGregor and Tamara Williams collaborated with Hagan on the quartet of films; poet Jacinta V. White and dramaturg Sharon Bridgforth also worked with the cohort. The films premiere June 19 at 3 pm ET on NCCAkron's YouTube channel. The event is free, but you can RSVP at nccakron.org.
Step Afrika!'s Juneteenth Virtual Celebration
Step Afrika! offers a virtual triple bill of three newly-filmed works. Trane, excerpted from The Migration: Reflections on Jacob Lawrence and reimagined for film, takes inspiration from the Black women who made the Great Migration in the first half of the 20th century. Little Rock Nine combines stepping with contemporary takes on 1950s social dances to honor the nine Black students who enrolled in a segregated high school in 1957. The Movement showcases a cast of nearly 50 stepping at national monuments in Washington, DC, in tribute to the newfound momentum of Black Lives Matter. The program will debut June 19 at 8 pm ET on Step Afrika!'s YouTube channel and Facebook page. Pre-register for the free event at stepafrika.org.
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As coisas que atormentaram 2020 nĂŁo desapareceram exatamente depois de 31 de dezembro, entĂŁo caso vocĂȘ precise de um estĂmulo positivo indo para o primeiro fim de semana de 2021, Honey Dijon tem o remĂ©dio Chegando com uma grande dose de estilos de funky house, a DJ nativa de Chicago abalou o relacionamento de streaming global do Beatport e da Absolut em NYE com uma sessĂŁo de uma hora repleta de joias prontas para os clubs. Transmitindo de Berlim, Dijon mantĂ©m o mix movendo-se da frente para trĂĄs com cortes de Riva Starr, The Martinez Brothers, Danny Tenaglia, Love Regenerator e muito mais. A mixagem Ă© costurada junto com remixes da prĂłpria Dijon e ediçÔes pessoais tambĂ©m. A produtora de âLa Femme Fantastiqueâ foi apresentada na lista de eventos #DanceAway2020 do Beatport ao lado de nomes como Carl Cox, Nicole Moudaber, Jamie Jones, TOKiMONSTA e outros. Calce seus sapatos de dança e aumente o som... đ»đ»đ» ASSISTA AGORA [ LINK NA BIO ] NOTĂCIAS . . . . . #djanemagnews #honeydijon #absolut #absolutnye2020 #nye #beatport #livestreaming #djset #house #housemusic #funkyhouse #assista #notĂcias #djanemagbr #djanemagbrazil #djanemagbrasil https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ39SiPlDBo/?igshid=1f2sil374wqy2
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