#all of them are good in their own ways but aaron tveit is an absolute standout

[justaboutsnapped]

god i love characters that haunt the narrative <- being very normal about next to normal

[verdet-cadet]

Little isn’t in too many of your fics, so would love to get your take on him for the ask game!

@themundanemudperson also asked for this too.

First Impression: Oh God. I wasn't paying attention for my first readthrough and entirely missed that he canonically had dark hair and a beaky nose, so for my entire first readthrough he was played in my head by Aaron Tveit, complete with sunshine mop of golden curls. Oops.

Impression Now: Tragically brunette.

(Though I will say its still not the blow that blue eyed Granby is canon was.)

There's basically like, two canon facts about Augustine Little and I already started by immediately getting one wrong.

I think he's usually just a slightly reserved (for an aviator) even keeled, pleasant dude. Unless someone he loves (Immortalis) is in danger, in which case he will rip out a man's throat with his teeth. He's got a very fond multi-year situationship going with Granby, which maybe will deepen post canon when they get to spend more than 5 minutes with each other.

Favorite Moment: I'm very soft for the moment in EOI when they try a potential cure that fails:

"I would not have regretted it, not at all," Sutton muttered, hunched over the table and speaking to himself, but so violently that it could not but be overheard. "How could there be any regret, in such circumstances; there could be none," in anguish as great as though his guilt over the prospect of a cure for his own Messoria, when so many others might be left to die, had been the very cause of failure; and Little was so white and stricken that Chenery took him into his tent, and plied him with rum until he slept.

Its a very small moment, but I think the only bit of canon where we get the beat that Chenery and Little are friends and I love that for them.

Idea for a Story: Granby seeing Little, going “yep, that’s the guy” and doing the absolute most to make it happen. I'd love a getting together fic where Granby is the pursuer, nor in a "extrovert beams his spotlight on a shy boy" sort of way but it a "Guy who'd prefer to drink his tea in peace discovers Persistent Flirt is actually a decent human"

Unpopular Opinion: Little's poetic nature is largely ascribed to him by dint of being slim, fey featured, and having Good Hair. The knack for sketching doesn't help either, but I think he's otherwise much more pragmatic than romantic/Romantic.

Favorite Relationship: I mean, it has to be Granby/Little, but a strong honorable mention to Little and Chenery. I headcanon him and Chenery being thick as thieves since they were runners.

Favorite Headcanon: Little was absolutely amused and unbothered by his boyfriend's Book 1 weird hate-crush on his new boss.

Also just the idea of him showing up intermittently on the sidelines to check in with Granby, get a few smooches in, and watch Tharkay and Laurence doing *gestures vaguely* whatever the hell it is those two had going on for six books simmer until ready to plate.

I'm also fascinated with the idea of Little having some degree of connection to the queer community of the time. I think it's feasible if he was stationed in Dover for a large portion of his service. Given the large overlap between queer spaces and spaces frequented by artists and creatives, that's possibly another reason why his fellow officers saw him as so poetical.

[thegettingbyp2]

Backstage

Aaron Tveit x reader SMUT

Watching Aaron in his shows has always been one of your favourite things to do. You loved how you could just see how much he loved being on stage. You had always enjoyed his shows but there was something about watching him in Moulin Rouge that just hit a little differently; perhaps it was the black leather coat and the ascot tied around his neck but you couldn’t help but be distracted throughout the whole performance, just staring at him. You knew that he could see that you were distracted from the subtle looks he was shooting you from onstage.

By the time Roxanne had come around, the only thing you were focused on was how good Aaron looked, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him; the way he looked and the way he sounded was absolutely perfect.

Once the show had finished, one of the ushers (knowing who you were) let you backstage so you could go and see Aaron. You knocked lightly on the door to his dressing room and it swung open to reveal a very sweaty, very shirtless, Aaron, still panting after having just run offstage.

‘Hey,’ he exclaimed, pulling you into the room and closing the door behind you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, ‘how did you like the show?’

‘I loved it! You were incredible, I just,’ you trailed off as your eyes ran over his body, taking in his appearance.

‘(Y/N), everything okay,’ Aaron asked, bringing your attention back to the present. You quickly snapped out of my trace and looked back at Aaron.

‘Yeah, everything’s fine, why?’

‘You just trailed off and then went into your own little world,’ he said, laughing lightly, ‘what were you going to say.’

You felt your cheeks heat up when you remembered what you was going to say and that was all Aaron needed to see; sometimes it was a curse of how well he could read your face. A smirk slowly worked its way onto his face as he stepped closer towards you, completely filling your personal space.

‘Did someone like what they saw tonight?’ You could only nod in response, words catching in your throat as Aaron put his hands against the door behind you, effectively trapping you between his arms. ‘You know I could see how distracted you were getting while I was onstage baby. You’re terrible at keeping a straight face.’ He said, ducking his head into your neck to pepper soft kisses on your skin, nipping with his teeth every now and then.

‘Aaron,’ you whimpered, ‘we can’t here. What if someone hears us or walks in?’

‘There’s no one else here,’ he mumbled, head still buried in your neck, his arms having dropped from the door to wrap around your body, holding you against him. ‘Everyone left as soon as the show finished to go for end of the week drinks, I told them we’d join them a bit later. We’re all alone baby.’

You couldn’t help the whimper escape your lips at the pet name which only made Aaron smirk against your skin and use the grip he had on your body to lift you up and move you to his dressing table, setting you down and stepping between your spread legs. His kisses moved up to your lips and you parted your lips straight away, allowing his tongue to dip into your mouth making him groan against you. Your hands came up to slide up his chest before settling around his shoulders.

His hands moved up your thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress up, growling slightly as he felt the crotch of your tights stop his hands from moving any further. This didn’t prove to be a problem for much longer as, before you knew it, he had hooked his fingers and ripped them right at the crotch, his hands quickly moving to brush gently against your panty covered core.

‘Why did you do that!?’ you protested half-heartedly, too wrapped up in the feel of Aarons hands on your body.

‘They were in the way,’ he said, looking up at you. His eyes had darkened considerably and that sent a shiver running up your spine. Aaron pressed himself impossibly closer to you and you felt the outline of his erection press against your covered pussy, grinding slightly as he let out a groan. ‘Baby, I can’t wait, okay? I’ll make it up to you when we get home,’ he said, quickly pushing his trousers and boxers down his legs far enough to free his cock before hooking his finger in the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side as he lined up and pushed in.

You both let out a moan as he stopped when his hips were flush against yours, giving you time to adjust to him. His hand came up to brush through your hair before cupping your cheek.

‘You okay?’ he asked, breathing heavily, clearly doing everything he could to not thrust his hips until you gave the all clear.

‘Yeah. Aaron, please move,’ you begged as you clenched around him, making him swear under his breath as he began to push his hips in and out. The two of you had quickly set up a rhythm that had you both hovering on the edge quickly; your moans turning each of you on even more.

‘Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so fucking good,’ Aaron groaned as his head fell back into your neck. His hands were wrapped around your hips, pinning you in place and you knew that there would be bruises in the morning. Aaron’s hips sped up slightly which made you gasp against his mouth and you could feel Aaron’s smirk against your lips. ‘You close baby?’

You nodded, still panting against each others mouths. You didn’t notice his hand creeping down your body until his fingers started to dance on your clit, pushing you even closer to the edge which made you cling to Aaron’s body trying to ground yourself.

‘Come on, baby, let go for me, I’ve got you,’ he whispered in your ear and that was it. You felt yourself be flung over the edge and stars burst behind your eyes as Aaron rode you through your orgasm, following closely behind you.

You both stayed exactly where you were for a few moments as you let yourselves catch your breath. Aaron was the first to move, pulling out slowly before reaching over for something to clean you both up, pulling his trousers back up his legs. He then turned back to you, cupped your cheeks with both hands and leant in to press a small love-filled kiss to your lips, pulling away with a soft smile on his face.

‘I love you,’ you hummed after you’d jumped down from the table, straightening your dress back up, getting rid of the ruined tights. You walked over to Aaron, wrapping yourself in his arms once again as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

‘I love you too, did you want to head over to the bar and have a couple of drinks with the others or did you just want to go home and curl up in bed?’ he asked, the look in his eyes telling you that there was clearly an option that he preferred. You pretended to think about it for a while, making Aaron whine your name quietly and squeeze your tighter against him.

‘Shall we just head home, I’m pretty beat and you’re going to be shattered after tonight?’

Aaron’s shoulders slumped in relief as he gave a small chuckle, ‘that sounds perfect baby,’ he said as he grabbed both of your bags with one hand, taking your hand in his other as you turned the light out in the room and you both headed home.

[sinofwriting]

Too Long - Aaron Tveit

Words: 461 Kinktober Prompt: Dry Humping

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A whine falls from her lips as she feels the long line of his covered cock underneath her. And as she moves her hips, he groans at the feeling of how wet she was. So turned on that her underwear was soaked through and just the first touch had him feeling it through his boxers.

“That bad?” He murmurs, pressing a line of kisses to her throat. She gives a barely there nod, grinding her hips against them. “Been too long.” He makes a humming noise, trying to ignore how hard he is, how his cock had twitched at her words. “Going to be a little longer.” He tells her, hands moving down to grab at her hips and make them still. She gives a small cry and he swears. “Don’t make this any harder.’ He winces at the unintentional pun. “You’re the one who wanted to wait until the wedding to have sex again.” “I know.” She pouts, slumping against his chest. “I just didn’t realize it would be so difficult.” He presses his lips to her temple, jaw clenching as he wills his hips to not thrust upwards. “We can do this, sweetheart. Just one more week.” “But, I’m horny.” She whines. Aaron can’t help but laugh. “I can tell. You practically jumped me.” She pulls back from him, eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry, I jumped you? You’re the one who decided to sprawl out in the bed in just boxers, looking like a god.” “So you’re saying it’s my fault?” “Absolutely. If you weren’t so good looking we wouldn’t be having this issue.” “I’ll work on it.” He laughs.

A moment passes before she shifts on his lap.

“I’m still really turned on.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

Her shyness makes him want to laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead trying to think of something that isn’t him saying fuck it and fucking his fiancee after nearly a month of nothing but his own hand and cold showers. And he doesn’t want to do that to her. Doesn’t want to tell her to just get herself off or to go cool down. And then an idea pops into his head. Something that nearly every teenager does, and something that by the time you become an adult you scoff at the idea of doing it ever again.

“What if,” He starts, hands grasping her hips a little more tightly. “We did this?” And he thrusts upwards, making her gasp and her fingers dig into his shoulders. “You want to dry hump? Relive the teenage years?” Her words are teasing, but the way she starts to grind tells him all he needs to know. “Not sex is it?” The laugh that leaves her makes her head be thrown back. “No, I guess it’s not sex.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

messed up internal clock ~ aaron tveit

word count: 1861

request?: yes!

“If you write smut, Aaron Tveit smut?? Otherwise non-smut is good too! Preferably Female reader. Love your work!!”

description: after night shoots have his internal clock messed up, and an unbearable neediness for intimacy, they decide to have a late night quickie to tame both of their needs

pairing: aaron tveit x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

It became evident very quickly that the night shoots were fucking up Aaron’s internal clock.

The filming was never meant to go on into the night. One on day of shooting they were having trouble getting the right shot and ended up filming until 1am. Due to this, they had to delay the early morning shoot the next morning so everyone could be well rested. Then that day of filming went until 2am again, and then the next day’s filming had to be pushed. It was an endless cycle until they decided they’d permanently move the schedule to be afternoons and into the night.

At first, Aaron could come home tired and worn and would go right to bed, but soon enough his body grew used to this new schedule. He’d come home after filming and stay up for another few hours before his body finally felt ready to go to sleep. Then he’d sleep right up until he was scheduled to go to set again. On his off days, he’d sleep nearly all day and be up all night.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. It wasn’t anything new for him, he had a messed up sleep schedule before. It came with being an actor. Now, however, it wasn’t just him being affected by this. It was was his girlfriend as well. Due to his work schedule, Aaron didn’t get to spend a lot of time with (Y/N). Either he was constantly filming or constantly sleeping. Although she’d never complain about it, Aaron knew it wasn’t easy on her.

On one of the final nights of shooting, Aaron arrived home around 3am, as usual, and silently shut the door. He made his way to their shared bedroom to find that (Y/N) was already sound asleep. He sighed in slight frustration at his own lack of exhaustion. He didn’t want to disturb her but he also knew he wasn’t ready to lay in bed just yet, so Aaron decided to grab a quick shower before trying to sleep.

The hot water running over his aching body felt heavenly. He wasn’t sure why he had agreed to take such a physically taxing role, but he kept reminding himself that it would be over soon. Just a few more days before he could relax for a long time and spend his days with (Y/N), preferably in bed.

Thinking of spending the day in bed with her caused Aaron to picture (Y/N) laid under him, her hair splayed across the pillow and her eyes full of lust gazing up at him. He pictured her hands running over his body, nails digging into his back every now and then, and her legs wrapped around his hips. He could almost hear the intoxicating moans falling from her lips, followed by his name every so often. He groaned as he felt himself becoming hard.

It had been so long since he and (Y/N) were able to be intimate. The difference in sleep schedules plus his filming schedule and her work schedule left very little time for them to do anything else besides sleep and sometimes eat together. It was another one of Aaron’s biggest frustrations with the whole situation.

He stood in the shower for a while, head back to allow the water to wash over him, his eyes closed as he continued to picture (Y/N). His hand wrapped around the base of his dick and he moaned as he began to pump himself a few times, the small action alone sending chills of pleasure through his body. He tried to keep his moans and whimpers as silent as he could in fear of being too loud and waking (Y/N), but it was hard to do when this was the first moment of pleasure he had been able to have in quite some time.

He imagined it was (Y/N)’s hand wrapped around him, pumping him ever so slowly. He remembered the first time she had done it: they were sat together watching a movie and she just slipped her hand into his pants. The forwardness alone had almost made him cum in his sweatpants, but he had managed to hold out until she pulled his hard cock from his pants and stuck it in her mouth.

He was so lost in the pleasure he was feeling that he didn’t hear the shower door open, or the sound of clothes being discarded on the floor. It wasn’t until he heard the shower curtain move that his eyes popped open to find (Y/N)’s naked body joining him in the shower.

“Fuck,” he said, trying his best to hiding his throbbing erection. “I-I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No,” (Y/N) responded, shaking her head. “I just woke up and heard the shower running. I was going to wait until you got out, but then I heard you were having some fun without me.”

Aaron was glad the water was so hot or else (Y/N) might’ve been able to tell that he was blushing. “I-I just...just wanted to - ”

(Y/N) was nodding along as if she were listening, but while she looked up at him with her big, innocent eyes, she began lowering herself onto her knees. Aaron watched, his words fizzling out in his throat, as she took the base of his dick in her hand and the tip in her mouth. The sensation of her warm lips sucking on the tip made him throw his head back and let out a low moan.

She bobbed her head a few times, taking him deeper and deeper with every stroke, until his dick was nearly touching the back of her throat. She placed the hand that wasn’t around him on his chest, digging her nails into him and slowly moving them downwards, leaving angry red marks on his chest and stomach. Aaron took a handful of her hair, helping her to take a slower pace so he wouldn’t finish before he wanted to.

He placed his other hand against the shower wall, trying to steady himself. His legs already felt like jelly and he felt like he could collapse at any moment. The feeling of (Y/N)’s tongue gliding across his hard dick was driving him absolutely wild.

When she pulled her head back, Aaron pulled on her hair to pull her away from him. She looked up at him, expectantly, which made his dick twitch with anticipation.

“Up,” he told her. She smiled and excitedly got to her feet. With his hand still in her hair, he pulled her to him so he could kiss her deeply. He slipped the other hand between them so he could start playing with her clit. The moment his fingers touched it, she gasped, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. “Does that feel good, baby?”

She nodded, her words stuck in her throat. Aaron smirked to himself before continuing to kiss her. He loved when he could make her speechless.

He ran his fingers between her wet folds, teasing her entrance with his fingers a few times. Every time he got close, or would seem like he was about to put them inside of her, then would pull back, (Y/N) would whimper against his lips. It was so hot to see her so needy for him after so long.

Aaron pulled away from the kiss so he could spin (Y/N) around. He bent her forward so her hands were pressed against the shower wall and positioned himself with her opening. He pushed himself inside of her slowly, making sure to give her time to adjust to him inside of her. She gasped and moaned as she felt him inside of her, a feeling she had missed dearly the past few months.

Aaron wanted to take it slow to make the moment last, but he had been so pent up that he could hardly control himself now that he was inside of her. He grabbed hold of her hips and began thrusting at a steady pace, the sound of their wet skin colliding against one another the only thing filling the room. (Y/N)’s back arched almost instinctively as she threw her head back in pleasure. Aaron’s fingers were digging into her hips in a way that she knew would cause bruises, but she didn’t really care. She would wear any marks he left on her with pride.

“God, I’ve missed this pussy,” Aaron moaned. “I almost forgot what it felt like to be inside of you.”

“I’ve missed you inside of me, too,” (Y/N) gasped between moans. “I’ve tried to replicate the feeling, but none of my toys can make me feel as good as you do.”

Aaron pulled (Y/N)’s hair so her back was touching his chest. “You’ve been playing with yourself without me? Naughty girl.”

(Y/N) smiled up at him. “I have to do something while you’re away. I have needs, Aaron.”

Aaron smiled back at her and kissed her before returning her to the position she had been in.

Despite wanting it to last so much longer, Aaron felt himself twitching inside of her. He was so close and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back any longer. Before he could voice this, though, (Y/N) managed to stutter out, “I-I’m gonna c-cum!”

“Cum on my dick, baby,” Aaron encouraged. “I wanna feel how good I make you.”

His dirty words of encouragement were enough to push (Y/N) off the edge. She screamed his name so loud Aaron was almost sure the neighbors heard her. He felt her walls contracting around him, which was enough to also help him reach his own climax.

(Y/N) leaned against the wall, her legs shaking and her eyes suddenly feeling heavy. Neither had noticed the water had gone cold around them until that moment. Aaron carefully slipped himself out of her and turned off the shower. He offered his towel to (Y/N), wrapping it around her wet body and carrying her back to their bed. He retrieved another towel for himself so he could dry off his body before joining her in bed.

The moment he was under the covers, (Y/N) rolled over to cuddle into him.

“I miss you,” she admitted. It was the first time she had said it outloud.

“I know,” Aaron sighed. “I miss you, too. But filming is almost over. I’m planning on taking a nice long break when it is over.”

(Y/N) smiled although she knew Aaron couldn’t see it through the darkness. “I hope you know I’ll never let you leave again if you do.”

Aaron chuckled and kissed her forehead. “You say that as if I’d complain. There’s nothing I’d love more than to be held hostage by you in this bed.”

(Y/N) giggled. Her eyes were beginning to grow heavy and she struggled to fight against them. “Goodnight, Aaron.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

And for the first time in months, Aaron actually felt tired enough to fall asleep with (Y/N).

[khorkina-na-na]

How I would fix Moulin Rouge the musical: an essay/rant by me. Spoilers ahead of you haven’t seen the full play or the movie.

But first a few things - I don’t think any of the actors are particularly bad (though some bad choices were made by them or the team). I don’t want anyone to think I’m spreading hate. One of the saving graces of the whole show is the casts commitment to the show and general acting/singing talent. I also understand that some songs probably couldn’t be afforded by the show and that getting rights presents a limitation but in all of the music ever written telling me they couldn’t get the rights to something similar or with the same message is stupid. There is no excuse for the inclusion of Firework in this musical.

Moving on to how I would fix the show in my inexperienced unqualified way- NUMBER 1 - Fix satines character arc. .Firework is the moment where we are introduced to the “real Satine” not “show Satine” in the movie they do this with One Day I’ll Fly Away and it’s beautiful. Kidman does a great job of showing Satine as a trapped yet hopeful woman. This sets up nicely for her romance with Christian and the ultimate tragedy of the show - she was never able to get away from this life but Christian/true love brings her a brief glimmer of hope and respite. Note that in ODIFA she’s not longing for love or anything fancy, just wanting more of a life for herself. But the musical team thought this sounded “like a princess locked in a tower”. They wanted their Satine to be a powerful character with agency? Satine in the film is NOT a hopeless romantic but the writers seem to think Kidman’s version is weak so they give Olivio Firework. The big problem is that firework is a song about overcoming adversity which is weirdly wrong if it’s supposed to set up Satines character arc. It doesn’t tell us anything about Satine or her motives, only that she already knows how to beat adversity. I would start by removing FW all together or putting it into the second act which brings me to part 2 - Olivos arc - she doesn’t have one. In the film version Kidman sings a reprise of ODIFA where she loses her hope and resigns herself to what she must do, which is finish the show for her Rouge family and so that christians music can be heard. This is where we get “the show must go on” in all its powerful glory. The moment Kidman’s Satine shows her strength by choosing to go on. In the Broadway version This moment happens sometime between scenes in the mess of a second act of the musical. There’s a moment where Olivo reveals she’s dying and the moment she breaks Christians heart but it all means nothing when there’s no opportunity to hear how Satine is feeling musically. Instead she breaks up with Christian then immediately tells the duke to go away then saves Christian all in the span of one song. Then she’s dead and it makes no sense. I would solve this by bringing in a song where Satine sings about overcoming adversity *cough cough* like firework or the show must go on, hearing her amp herself up for a big finish now THATS powerful.

NUMBER 2. The side characters- they are underused and deserve better. Half of them basically have no role after bad romance. (Except for Le trecs crush on Satine which again is out of place and kind of creepy). My gripe here is that in act one “So exciting!” Is comical, theatrical and holds so much promise and then we never see that style used again. Personally I think the ending could be greatly improved with a similar comic/theatre approach. In the film they revisited this style at the end as well to foil the duke. All of the side-characters are included and it’s funny. The musical ending is rushed and underwhelming.

Speaking of which NUMBER 3 - the ending. For a Musical about theatrics and excess they sure do choose to go out with a fizzle. I kept expecting to hear some big finish number and instead I got Christian is Sad part 1, 2 and 3. It feels like in their urgency to write in Roxanne and their Crazy/Rolling in the deep mashup they forgot to include a big finish. This is moulin Rouge not Hamilton. You don’t just kill off the main character and go “well... life goes on”. Honestly the parallel between ‘Who tells your story’ and ‘the not even given a title finale’ of MR are tragic. They had an opportunity for a big finish and instead it feels like they ran out of money and energy.

NUMBER 4- the duke. I’m not one of these people who hates Tam Mutus hot version of the duke. He does a good job with what he’s given and with the exception of the facial hair looks cool doing it. What I don’t like is that he doesn’t get any commupence for his actions. In the play Satine shouts “you don’t own me” and he just goes away. The same guy who tossed acid on a woman just strolls off? WHAT?!? Here’s where like I already wrote I want to see the duke foiled comically. Have him arrested or murdered or something. At the end of the play he still owns the Rouge and there’s nothing to suggest he’ll change. It makes no sense, at least let someone kick him in the balls. (Maybe the new and improved powerful Satine could do it- it’d give her a satisfying character arc anyway).

NUMBER 5 - casting. Don’t come for me Tveit stans I think Aaron does a great job- he essentially carry’s the show in the second half with his acting and singing. But as many have mentioned there is absolutely ZERO chemistry between Aaron and Karen. It’s painfully clear they’re acting and while they are both mega talkented whoever cast the show and then didn’t checking the leads actually worked together is an idiot. My gut says to recast Karen partly because I wish they had more dancing from the two leads and Karen is the one doing most of the park & singing while Tveit can clearly do both. (She looks slow and clunky around the strength and intensity of the ensemble in diamonds tbh) But I’d also be up for seeing what Karen could do with a costar she had chemistry with and better writing because damn the woman can sing and act better than most Broadway divas I’ve ever met. I’d also maybe recast the duke as someone with a little more energy and humour to add some spice to the role.

And done- I think. If I have more grievances illl air them here again. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[hansoftheisles]

|| Get to know HANS ISLES who’s THIRTY years old and works as a BUSINESS STRATEGY CONSULTANT in town. He is from CORONA and is often times mistaken for AARON TVEIT while others say he reminds them of HANS from FROZEN. ||

bio & headcanons:

Despite the love he received as a child, growing up as the youngest of 14 was never easy. Everything he did, one of his brothers had already done bigger and better. Anything he said, his parents had already heard before. Carving an individual path for himself was difficult when every sport had already been played by at least one of his brothers, every hobby had already been tried before. It was even hard to impress his parents with straights A’s, as he wasn’t the first one to achieve it. He lived perpetually in the shadow of his brothers, unable to break free or carve an identity of his own. 

When he was eleven, three of his brothers spent a whole two years pretending that Hans was invisible. They refused to speak to him or acknowledge him, and bumped into him every time they walked past as though he wasn’t there. The rage Hans feels now has been bubbling under the surface since that moment, though he spent a long time pretending it wasn’t there in an attempt to appear like the perfect son.

Being ignored by three of his brothers for so long meant that Hans became very good at reading people. When no one will talk to you, all you can do is sit back and observe, and this gave him a lot of time to try to figure them out. He learned to read even the most minuscule changes in expression, became practically professional in deciphering someone’s tone. While it was something of a hobby to him in childhood, he uses it to his advantage now as he figures out everyone he meets and discovers how he can use them for his own personal gain.

Trying to carve a path of his own, Hans started to pick up what he considered to be unusual hobbies growing up in an attempt to stand out to his parents. He can play the oboe, speaks fluent German, plays a mean game of croquet, and can make a professional looking bowl with a pottery wheel. He also went through a phase of wearing unusual hats because he thought that might help him stand out. While it did help him stand out, it also made him feel slightly confused about his own identity. He grew up without much sense of self — he only knew that he wanted to be different from his brothers.

Focusing his entire adolescence on being good enough to impress his parents, Hans left very little room in his life for fun. His whole life was filled with studying and increasingly obscure and difficult extra curriculars to make himself seem impressive and important. It never particularly worked, and only resulted in him being bitter and bored. He’s trying to recapture some of his youth now and is trying out having fun without worrying about the consequences.

After his mother’s death, Hans spent a long time evaluating his life. All this heard work, and where did it get him? In the same spot he’s always been, in the shadow of his brothers and the continued disappointment of the family. He’s starting to realize that maybe hard work and patience doesn’t pay off the same way his mother always told him it did. It’s time to try being selfish and give ruthlessness a go.

Growing up, Hans was a hopeless romantic. Convinced what his parents had was true love, he wanted that for himself too. He had a secret soft spot for romantic comedies, and sobbed the first time he wanted The Notebook — and every time after that. He fell easily for every beautiful person he met, and went above and beyond in relationships to plan perfect dates and surprise his partners with flowers and cute little gifts, just because. Since his mother’s death he’s closed down that side of himself, seeing it as naive and foolish. That romantic side of him is still in there somewhere, though he refuses to access it.

He’s bisexual as fuck, though he’s extremely repressed about it. Growing up, he knew his parents would never approve of him if he came out, and his entire youth was spent trying to appease his family. While he’s broken free of them now, it’s hard for him to shed the perfect image he spent so many years cultivating.

Hans was always considered to be charming, and he’s shocked at how easy it is to use his charm and good looks to get what he wants rather than working hard for it. Manipulating others is starting to come easy to him, and he’s grown accustomed to getting whatever he wants with a smile and a few well chosen compliments.

There are now two very different sides to Hans, and he is very careful and calculated about who gets to see which side of him. To most, he is the same charming man he’s ever been. He’s kind, considerate, trustworthy, and even a little bit dorky — he’s not one to harm a fly, let alone break your heart. To his closest friends, he lets his true colours show. He’s vain, selfish, and impatient, bordering on cruel. He knows exactly what he wants, and he’s not afraid to cause harm to get it.

Coming from a wealthy, socialite family, Hans never learned how to do anything particularly grueling, especially when it came to physical labour. Cooking and cleaning aren’t his strong suits, and if something breaks down in his house, has has absolutely no idea how to fix it. While there was a time when he would have put in the hard work, learning how to fix it himself, he now much prefers to throw money at it. Why deal with a problem yourself when you can pay someone else to do it?

He’s always had a taste for the finer things in life, and is known to be quite pretentious about it. Hans only wants the best clothes and cars money can buy, and he won’t be caught in anything less. He feels the same way about food and drink, and has particularly strong feelings about wine. He’s that obnoxious person in the restaurant that insists on sampling the wine first, sniffing and slurping and doing all the other disgusting things you can do to a glass of wine to test its quality. He will absolutely judge your worth based on the wine you order.

An extreme bibliophile, he prefers reading to watching movies or tv. He’s a lot smarter than he looks, and particularly enjoys reading historical nonfiction, and mystery or thriller novels. He finds that there are few people that can actually hold a conversation about a good book, and if you’re able to do so you’ll automatically earn his respect.

Looking for a job that will pay him well for doing the bare minimum, he fell into his job as a business strategy consultant. It’s a simple job: he comes into small businesses, analyzes what they’re doing wrong, and instructs them on all the ways they can improve. As far as he’s concerned, it’s the perfect job. He’s paid well to judge others, doll out commands, and do none of the hard work himself. Hans has become quite comfortable in his job, but he still feels as though there’s something missing.

Working tirelessly on a way he can finally one up his brothers, Hans finally figures out the one thing he can do: become a prince. They may all be successful in their respective fields, but becoming a ruler will make Hans rise above them once and for all, officially asserting his dominance and superiority despite being the youngest. In the back of his mind, he knows it’s a far fetched, ridiculous dream. But pushing those qualms aside, he has his sights set on one thing: becoming a beloved ruler. He doesn’t particularly care which kingdom he’ll rule, any will do, and he’s unconcerned about the methods he’ll have to use to get there. He’ll do anything to get what he wants, and doesn’t care who he hurts along the way.

All Hans really wants is to be a ruler, to take the eventual and rightful place of a king that has was born into. Waiting for all 13 of his brothers to either die or renounce their position as king will take far too long, and he’s sick of waiting. He now has his sights set outside of his own kingdom. Hans wants to rule, he isn’t particularly concerned with what kingdom.

wanted connections:

absolutely everything please! friends that know he’s a piece of shit, fake friends, exes, flings, business owners that want to hear why their business is shit.

[foolishs-blog1]

☾     ▹     °     ⋅     aaron     tveit          /          thirty   -  five          /          cis     male          ;          have     you     had     the     chance     to     meet     gabriel     crowley          ?          he     has     lived     in     old     sprigg     for     thirty     years     ,     gaining     a     reputation     for     being     quite     intrepid     ,     romantic     ,     tragicomic          &          tenebrous     .     this     pansexual     gemini     can     be     found     around     the     clover     and     he     works     as     a     lawyer          &          playwright     .     most     people     tend     to     associate     them     with     expensive     shirts     undone     at     the     throat     and     rolled     up     to     the     forearms     ,     and     the     passenger     seat     of     a     well     -     loved     car     piled     with     reusable     coffee     cups     ,     half     -     scribbled     drafts     and     case     briefs     alike     .

this  was  meant  to  go  up  earlier  but  i  fell  asleep  and  then  my  laptop  decided  to  reboot  itself  and  i  lost  all  my  progress  and  i  kind  of  had  a  breakdown  over  it .  anyways   !   i’m  vanya ,  i’m  20 ,  i’m  writing  from  aest / hell ,  and  i  tend  to  use  she/they  pns .  i’m  the  world’s  worst  law  student ,  so  catch  me  whipping  up  lengthy  emotional  responses  when  i’m  meant  to  be  writing  letters  of  advice  n  whatnot   !   this  is  the  first  of  two  intros ,  so  bear  w  me   --- -   but  without  further  ado ,  here’s  the  loml ,  gabe   !

𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛     𝚘𝚗𝚎     .          x          𝗱𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿     .

full  name:  gabriel  arthur  crowley .  

nicknames:  goes  primarily  by  gabe .

age:  thirty - five .

date  of  birth:  june  sixteenth .

place  of  birth:  old  sprigg ,  missouri .

occupation:  local  lawyer ,  aspiring  playwright .

gender  identity  &  pronouns:  cisgender  male ,  he/him .

sexual  identity:  pansexual .

romantic  identity:  panromantic .

western  zodiac:  gemini .

hogwarts  house:  gryffindor .

𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛     𝚝𝚠𝚘     .          x          𝗯𝗶𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘆     .

so ,  gabriel  is  from  a  pretty  prominent  family  in  old  sprigg   --- -   they’ve  been  living  there  for  generations ,  and  lay  claim  to  a  mom  and  pop  convenience  store  in  the  centre  of  town .  the  crowleys  aren’t  wealthy  wealthy ,  but  they  are  comfortable  (  which  is  what  rich  people  say ,  but  whatever  ) .  he’s  the  oldest  of  his  five  siblings  (  wcs  that  i’ll  probs  pop  in  later ,  oops  )  and  the  responsibility  of  taking  care  of  the  shop  has  fallen  to his  younger  sister .

just  for  reference ,  the  family  structure  is  below   !   they  range  from  35,  obvs,  to  27 .  they  were  all  born  in  quite  quick  succession .  bold  indicates  twins   !

gabriel .

younger sister .

younger sister .

younger brother .

younger sister .

growing  up ,  he  was  quick  to  assume  responsibility  and  play  the  protective  older  brother   --- -   he  helped  get  lunches  ready  in  the  morning ,  helped  cook  dinner ,  helped  look  after  the  younger  four  ;   he  adapted  well  to  the  responsibility .  he’s  always  been  quite  mature  in  that  respect ,  always  choosing  to  go  home  and  help  with  the  younger  kids  than  to  go  out  and  party  and  whatnot .  

throughout  his  childhood ,  he  showed  incredible  promise  with  language .  he  was  a  keen  reader ,  and  developed  a  taste  for  classic  literature  early  on .  his  teachers  understood  that  and  responded  to  it  well ,  and  fostered  that  love .  by  the  time  he  was  in  fourth  grade ,  he  was  being  sent  off  to  do  much  more  advanced  work .  he’s  maintained  this  love  for  literature  and  language   --- -   an  entire  room  in  his  house  is  dedicated  to  all  of  his  books .  (  he’s  formed  his  own  little  library ,  and  he’s  not  mad  about  it .  )

somewhere  in  high  school ,  he  was  introduced  to  the  possibility  of  doing  law ,  and  fell  head  over  heels .  there  was  something  about  its  innate  intricacies ,  the  interweaving  of  theory  and  language  and  cleverness  that  spoke  to  his  soul .  he  started  discussing  the  idea  with  his  parents ,  who  jumped  at  the  idea  of  having  a  lawyer  in  the  family  again  (  bc  who  the  fuck  wouldn’t  )   --- -   they  eventually  decided  on  a   university  in  kansas  city ,  and  before  he  even  realised  it ,  he  was  applying .  

he  moved  out  of  the  family  home  at  eighteen ,  car  loaded  with  boxes  and  heart  full  of  sorrow  and  the  inexplicable  joy  of  what  was  to  come .  he  can’t  say  he’s  sorry  for  leaving ,  but  he  will  admit  that  it  was  hard  .  living  in  such  a  close - knit ,  beautiful  family ,  you  get  very  attached  to  the  people  around  you  and  having  to  leave  is  a  pain  like  no  other .  (  he  drove  home  every  chance  he  could ,  brought  books  and  records  for  his  younger  siblings  to  swap  around ,  told  stories  of  university  life  with  only  a  touch  of  embellishment ,  bc  no  one  wants  to  hear  another  story  abt  how  you  stayed  home  on  friday  night  rereading  the  iliad  again .  )

he  pretty  much  cruised  through  uni  on  high  marks ,  tbh .  in  his  latter  years  he  became  a  tutor  and  peer  mentor ,  but  he  pretty  much  stuck  to  himself  for  most  of  his  time  there .  he  dabbled  in  theatre  arts ,  stage  managed  and  starred  in  a  few  shows ,  but  for  the  most  part  he  stuck  to  his  own  guns  and  got  through  uni  the  way  he  wanted  to .  it’s  here  that  he  starts  drafting  ideas  for  his  own  plays ,  but  he  doesn’t  take  them  too  seriously .  he  tends�� to  write  them  as  a  detox  from  writing  legal  essays ,  and  his  first  ones  aren’t  great  but  they  get  better  and  better  as  time  goes  on .

after  he  graduated  with  first  class  honours ,  gabe  started  looking  for  work  and  after  a  month  of  relative  unemployment  (  there  was  a  whole  lot  of  greasy  takeout  and  near - teary  breakdowns  experienced  that  month ) ,  he  got  the  job  of  an  absolute  lifetime   --- -   working  as  a  legal  assistant  in  a  firm  in  new  york  city .  he  didn’t  hesitate  about  taking  that  job .

new  york  wasn’t  quite  what  it  was  cracked  up  to  be .  the  rent  on  his  apartment  was  exorbitant ,  moments  of  peace  and  quiet  were  transitory ,  he  was  overworked  and  underpaid ,  but  there  was  still  something  about  it  that  appealed  to  him  like  nothing  else .  he’d  save  his  change  and  go  see  broadway  shows  when  he  could ,  fell  in  love  with  everything  about  the  theatre .  note  that  his  burgenoning  love  for  theatre  didn’t  replace  his  love  for  the  law   --- -   it  merely  grew  out  of  the  same  place ,  that  same  love  for language  and  literature  that  drove  him  into  law .  

he  ended  up  working  in  new  york  for  about  five  years  before  deciding  to  pack  it  in  and  move  back  to  old  sprigg .  there’d  been  a  job  opening  back  home  and  he  was  starting  to  feel  the  urge  to  return  home   ---   so  five  years  ago ,  he  packed  up  his  car  again  and  made  the  long  trip  back  home .  he  doesn’t  regret  leaving  new  york ,  not  at  all .  he’d  made  quite  the  success  story  of  himself  there ,  and  it’s  not  like  he  couldn’t  just  travel  back  and  forth  for  big  cases .  the  firm  was  reticent  to  let  their  ‘  hotshot  little  attorney   ’  go ,  but  it’s  been  the  best  thing  for  him .

he’s  been  back  for  five  years  now .  he  bought  a  house  relatively  close  to  his  parents  and  siblings ,  and  has  since  established  a  small  business  offering  legal  advice  and  taking  on  distance  cases .  he  travels  back  and  forth ,  but  he  loves  it  regardless .  he’s  adopted  three  dogs  and  a  cat ,  all  of  whom  insist  on  sleeping  in  the  bed   --- -   gabe  gets  the  smallest  sliver  of  bed ,  naturally .  he’s  written  two  plays  (  both  of  which  have  been  published  )  and  he’s  starting  work  on  the  third  one  now .

idk  he’s  just  happier  in  old  sprigg  than  he  ever  was  in  nyc  and  he  deserves  that

𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛     𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎     .          x          𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸𝘀     .

style  inspirations:  spencer  reid ,  the  tenth  doctor .  it’s  a  lot  of  expensive  dress  shirts  and  scuffed - up  sneakers .  when  he’s  actually  in  court ,  he’ll  dress  quite  professionally  but  when  he’s  not ,  he’ll  keep  the  nice  shirts  and  swap  everything  else  out  for  worn  jeans  and  converse  in  varying  colours .  occasionally ,  we’ll  get  a  knitted  scarf .

exhales   ...   big  on  saving  the  environment .  turns  up  to  convenience  stores  with  canvas  bags  in  tow ,  has  a  reusable  coffee  cup  for  every  mood ,  tries  to  make  as  little  waste  as  humanly  possible .  he’s  slowly  weaning  himself  off  of  meat ,  and  he  won’t  go  fully  vegan ,  but  he’s  doing  his  best  to  avoid  meat  and  dairy .  (  yes ,  he  saw  greta  thunberg’s  tedtalk  and  promptly  felt  guilty  and  started  making  changes .  )

used  to  smoke ,  because  it  was  a  social  thing  in  the  firm  he  worked  at  in  nyc .  since  he’s  moved  back ,  he’s  quit .  he’ll  have  one  a  week  if  he  feels  the  need .  

he  did  a  few  shows  in  high  school  and  university .  he’s  got  a  fuckin  beautiful  voice ,  and  if  you  walk  by  at  the  right  time ,  you  can  catch  him  singing  to  himself  and  his  dogs  while  making  breakfast .  

he  jogs ,  bc  of  fucking  course  he  does .

talks  with  his  hands  a  lot .  doesn’t  know  where  he  gets  it  from .

holds  a  regular  saturday  night  movie  marathon  at  his  house  for  friends  and  family  ,  and  seeing  as  fall  is  approaching  it’s  gonna  be  halloween  movies  from  now  on .  he’s  a  sucker  for  a  good  horror  movie .

angelic  in  every  way ,  shape  n  form .  thank  u .

[elfenbensord]

School Bands Can Be Romantic Too

Imagine 2: School Bands Can Be Romantic Too

Summary: College!AU, in which Reader, a full-fledged band geek, is a good friend of Enjolras.

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader x Enjolras

Warnings: Minor anxiety, Enjolras’ hair, swearing in French, classical music (don’t underestimate Mozart).

Word count: 1727

Credits to me, Victor Hugo and Aaron Tveit.

[Written: 7 Oct, Edited: 8 Oct, Published: 8 Oct/30 May, 18]

[2017]

Note: I don’t care what you identify as, a bird, a boy or an avalanche helicopter, you’re wearing lipstick in this.

Pushing my way past a few bodies, I tried to get out of the walking crowd. At the same time, I was standing on my tiptoes, searching for a certain head over the horde of people. “Enjolras”, I tried, grabbing the arm of the person in front of me. But the arm of the blond boy didn’t feel like Enjolras’ at all, and as he turned around, his absolutely-not-Enjolras’ face made it clear that he wasn’t the one I was looking for.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” Smiling apologetically at Not-Enjolras, I hoisted my backpack further up my shoulders, and continued to walk. I didn’t let myself turn red in embarrassment before I was sure Not-Enjolras couldn’t see me. Continuing my search for my good friend, I almost skipped at the thought of what I was going to tell him. He knew very well how much I’d wanted this, and I couldn’t wait until I got to see his smiling eyes as I told him the news.

Finally, after stepping on twelve toes, none of them my own, I spotted a familiar blond head. This time, I was sure. This had to be Enjolras.

“Excuse me, I’m trying to get through. Sorry, I’m just-”, I breathed to those I had to push past. They gave me silent mutters in answer, and it all made me shout: “I’m sorry for trying to be polite!”

It all came out a little louder than I’d planned, and it seemed like even Enjolras had heard me. The blond boy turned away from his friend Grantaire to see me.

“(Y/N)!” Enjolras smiled, and reached out a hand to draw me out of the mass of people. “I thought I heard you scolding those seniors over there”, he noted, smirking. I returned his smile with a wide grin. Grantaire looked a bit uncomfortable for a second, before leaning up to Enjolras’ ear and whispering something I couldn’t hear. Enjolras’ response was to blush, the red covering his cheeks almost unnoticeably, and slap Grantaire’s shoulder. I shook the many theories about what Enjolras’ friend could’ve said out of my head, as I tried to keep an innocent face.

Grantaire locked eyes with me for a second, before turning to Enjolras again. “I’ll see you at the meeting”, he said, and left us alone. (Well, as alone you can be in a crowded corridor.)

Enjolras scratched his neck, a delicate smile on his rosy lips. “Don’t mind Grantaire – he’s always like that.”

I nodded, forgetting what my intentions of finding Enjolras were for a quick moment.

“So, you texted me you had something to tell me. What is it?” He looked nervous, almost anxious, but I brushed it off as the usual university exhaustion. I could hardly contain my happiness at what I was about to tell him, and I was practically bouncing

“I GOT ACCEPTED INTO THE SCHOOL BAND”, I practically shouted, earning a couple of odd glances from the passer-bys. Flushing red, I repeated myself at a more ear-friendly volume.

“Really? That’s great!” He hugged me, something I wasn’t expecting, but I went along anyways. His chest felt warm and almost cushiony. It took a millisecond for me to wrap my own arms around his middle, but I soon relaxed into his embrace. I’d never expected him to be so soft, and I found myself almost jealous of his past girl-and boyfriends. (Almost.)

“I’m so happy for you”, he said as he released me from his gentle embrace, and I couldn’t help but to smile even brighter.

For a few seconds, we just stood there. We didn’t stare into each other’s eyes or something like that, no. It was more of a What-the-hell-do-I-say-next kind of silence.

“So”, Enjolras began, again scratching his neck. “When’s the first practice?”

I checked my wristwatch, exclaiming a silent “Merde” as I noted the time. “It’s in five minutes! I’ll have to go, but I’ll see you tonight.” I gave him a small wave and a meek smile, before turning on my heel and walking away.

“Bye…”, Enjolras breathed, watching how I disappeared into the crowd.

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My eyes were glued to my shiny black shoes, as I tried to slow my breathing. The extravagant, black concert clothes I was wearing felt itchy, I held my instrument close to my chest. I could hear how the crowd on the other side of the curtain was laughing and chatting, blissfully unaware over the nervous wrecks who were about to perform tonight. This is what you’ve always wanted, I tried to tell myself.

That’s not true, an obnoxious voice in the back of my mind answered. Enfer, I thought. Shit. Because it was true. This was only a part of what I’d wanted.

In my imaginary dream-scene of what was to happen, Enjolras was there. He wouldn’t be tonight, and I knew that. He’d told me a week or so ago, a regretful look on his face. He’d then offered to come to one of the rehearsals, but I’d declined. I knew it wouldn’t be the same. He needed to be at a political meeting, and I understood that. I knew that they were so close to some kind of outbreak, and it was critical for Enjolras to participate in every minute of it. But still, I couldn’t help but to wonder if I’d feel a little less panicky, if I knew that my blond friend was out there. Blond “friend”, the voice in my mind sneered. If you were only “friends”, you wouldn’t be on the verge of a panic attack just because he isn’t here-

“Okay, everyone.” The conductor, a red-headed senior student with constant sleep-deprivation showing in dark bags under her eyes, clapped her hands together. “It’s showtime.”

Holding my instrument in my knee, much like a baby, I quickly shuffled through my music sheets to find the right one. I locked eye with the conductor, trying to tell her that I needed more time. She gave me a short nod and an understanding look, and then turned to the crowd to ramble on about how Mozart had been furiously scribbling down music notes as his wife was giving birth. Finally finding the correct music sheet, I breathed out in relief, before prepping it on the notestand. The conductor raised her conductor stick, signalling for us to prepare. It’s showtime.

A good half an hour of the two hour concert, the entrance door opened. I could watch in the corner of my eye how a stressed, heavily breathing Enjolras sneaked into the hall and sat down in one of the seats in the back. As I switched note sheets, I locked eyes with Enjolras for a second. He discreetly waved at me, mouthing a gentle: “Hi”. I smiled at him, and I could almost feel how my eyes were gleaming. It took quite a lot of willpower not to walk up to him and…

(Yeah, I think you get what I mean.)

After carefully setting down my instrument on my chair, I slowly walked down the stage. I had ten minutes of break, then I’d have to wait until the concert ended until I could speak to Enjolras again. With determined steps, I started to make my way to the back of the large room. For every step, my legs felt more tired. Let’s just turn back, a hesitant voice inside of me said. My feet slowed down, and I almost stopped walking entirely. My mind was racing, and I breathed in air deeply. Just as I was about to turn around, I could see how Enjolras was walking towards me. His determined steps gave me new confidence, and I was soon moving briskly.

“You made it”, I said, blinking at him, as we were standing close to each other.

He breathed deeply, and said: “I couldn’t miss you on your big night. You’re brilliant up there.”

We became quiet, and I could feel how the seconds were ticking away.

I took a deep breath. “I-”

“You-”

Enjolras blushed a little, scratching his neck and smiling meekly in a hesitant action. “You first.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath and summoning all courage I could find in the corners of my conscious.

“I… Oh God, how do I say this… I feel like I want us to…” I cleared my head, trying to straighten out my words. “I want there to be an us.”

“What do you mean? Of course there’s an us, I don’t see-”

“No, you don’t understand. I want a proper us.”

A shrill ringing cut the silence short, signalling how we, the musicians, should be getting back on stage.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m in love with you”, I said quickly, feeling how the panic slowly settled in me. I almost wondered if Enjolras even had heard me, becuase he showed no reaction. Twisting my hands, I looked up at him with uncertain eyes. I questioned if time had stopped, because it seemed like Enjolras had.

A second ringing sparked even more stress inside of me.

I nodded, trying to hide my glassy eyes. “Ok, I get what you’re trying to say. I need to get back now, so-”

In the matter of milliseconds, Enjolras tugged my hand and arm and pressed his lips against mine in a dramatic way. His hand found my jaw, tilting it upwards as he tried to deepen the kiss.

A third ringing brought me back into the concert hall.

“I have to go-”, I tried. Enjolras stole a last peck, before letting me go. I stood dumbfounded for a second, before turning on my heels and rushing back up on the stage. Composing myself in the matter of seconds, I grabbed my instrument and found the correct note sheets. I tried to ignore the knowing glances from my fellow musicians, but the flush still got to my ears. In the few seconds before the conductor showed for us to start, I stole a glance from Enjolras in the corner of my eye. It was only now I could see how my red lipstick had left noticeable marks on him. He grinned cheekily and winked at me, cocking his eyebrows. I blushed deeper and smiled, before retorting my eyes to the sheet music. Yeah, I thought. This is exactly what I wanted.

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lets just pretend these don’t exist

[givemeakisspookie-blog]

Miss Atomic Bomb. (Aaron Tveit Fanfiction)

Chapter Six.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning when Marie Anne opened the door of her apartment. Her mother was supposed to be out, and her brothers sleeping. She was tired in the best possible way and it was all Aaron’s fault. They fall asleep around 7 and he woke her up again around 9. Sleep that night in his bed wasn’t an option and Marie Anne couldn’t care less. She knew she had the rest of the day to lay on her bed, so she tried to not make noise and went straight to her bedroom.

She was on the way, imagining her beautiful and comfortable bed -but never as comfortable as his- when a noise distracted her, making her turn around. Her mother was there. She could hear her shoes against the floor. She could recognize that sound from two blocks away if she wanted.

“Marie?”. The voice came from the kitchen and the brunette wondered for a second if she should answer or pretend she was sleeping. It took her two seconds to decide that it was stupid to hide. She was 27 years old, nobody could tell her it was wrong to go out.

“Yes?” she asked in a casual tone.

“You just arrived?” she got out of the kitchen and looked at her. “Where were you?”

Marie Anne didn’t know what to answer so she stayed silent for a while. “Out.” she said completely calmed. There was no way she could talk with her mom about the crazy night she had. It was for sure the best night of her life, but she wasn’t going to open her mouth to share it.

“Out?” she was surprised, walking to the living room with a cup of coffee in her hands. “With…?”

Marie Anne walked to the kitchen to grab some juice, even if she already had breakfast in bed with Aaron. Being a gentleman and trying to impress her, Aaron got up when really none of them wanted to, made breakfast, and then he brought it to bed so Marie Anne didn’t have to get up for some extra time. Almost an hour later and with her mother watching she needed to drink something to calm the nerves that were growing slowly.

“Where have you been? It’s eleven o'clock. What you’ve been doing until now?” Jane followed her.

“Nothing.”

Her mother didn’t say anything but stayed looking at her for some minutes. When she talked again, it was even worse. “You smell like men’s perfume.”

“Why do you care?” she looked at her mother and asked, still in a calmed tone.

“I care because you are my daughter! You are sleeping with someone, don’t you?” she inquired, reaching Marie Anne and stepping in front of her.

“Yes, I am. I went to his place and we had sex all night. Can you stop asking me?” she moved her mom aside and walked out of the kitchen and into her room, closing the door with a big noise.

“Wooow, what’s going on with the mess this early??” Allan yelled as he got out of the room, exactly when her sister was closing the door.

“Mom, what have you done?” Parker murmured still asleep, going to her sister’s room.

“Your sister just came home and I asked where she has been!” she scolded knocking at the door. For Jane the conversation wasn’t over yet. Marie Anne was stubborn and she got it from Jane, so it was going to be a long morning for everyone at the Woods’ apartment.

“Mom, let me handle this…” Allan said, waiting for their mother to go.

“I’ll go to the bathroom and when I came back I want this door open.” she announced and walked away from the door and the boys.

“Mar, open, c'mon. I just wanna know how are you.” Allan knocked, trying to cool things down like he always did. It was like his job and everyone knew it, just like they knew Marie Anne was the one taking care of them.

“I’m, okay. We can talk later, Al. I just wanna sleep now.” she explained, trying to sound calmed just because it was her brother.

“Can I come in?” he wondered, not wanting to sound too insistent, knowing that push her sister was always worse.

Marie Anne couldn’t say no to him. It wasn’t his fault that her mother was like that. She thought about it for a second and went to open the door. “Sorry we woke you up…”

“Is okay, I was awaken already…” he smiled and hugged her.

“Can I hear?”. Parker appeared in the door. Still wearing his pajama pants and an old shirt, his hair made a mess and the most sleepy face Marie Anne had ever seen, he went to hug her after Allan.

“There’s not much to hear, boys. I’ll just say it’s good. All perfectly good..” she smiled a little bit.

That “perfectly good” meant for her the best night of her life. When they arrived to his apartment she didn’t have time for petting Miles’ head and introduce herself to him because they went to the couch and Aaron started to kiss her like if they’ve been apart for years. The big black couch turned into an amusement park for adults and none of them couldn’t stop laughing when Aaron complained more than once that he needed to change that old piece of furniture or when Miles tried to jump to the couch with them. She had those butterflies in her belly, the same ones that were born the day she saw him for the first time, but that night it was like hundred more flying around. Between kisses, laughs and moans they experienced their first time together and Marie Anne could swear that was the most special time ever. After it, they moved to the bed and they stayed there loving each other for hours until their bodies couldn’t hold it anymore and the girl was the first one falling asleep on his arms.

She used to wait a few more dates before going to bed with a guy, but he had like a special magnet to her that she couldn’t avoid. And when she saw him without any clothes and looking directly at her, that magnet got stronger and she couldn’t even try to be apart. Every caress, every kiss, every bite and every sound that came from him made her turn insane and hold him tighter, trying to make him stay the closest she could to her body. Aaron did exactly the same, holding her with his hands touching every inch of her skin and arms around her body and that couldn’t make her happier.

“Hey, and Aaron? He drove you here?” Allan asked all happy for their sister.

Marie Anne closed the door and laid on her bed. Her face was shining with the big smile she had on it. “Yes…” she whispered, but her twin brothers heard her anyways.

“You spent the-” Parker yawned and laid beside her. “You spent the night together, uh?” he was smiling, but his eyes were closed already. Allan was in the opposite condition.

“Don’t ask stupid things, man! Look at her face, its obvious!” he exclaimed with a huge smile on his face. “Bro, this is amazing! Aaron is like our brother in law now!”

“Mmhhh!” Parker sounded like a cow from the bed, incapable of talking, seeing or moving. Allan sat down beside him in a jump that woke him up. “Hey!”

“You heard me, Park? Aaron is officially our brother in law!!” Allan turned into a five year old kid. They loved Marie Anne more than anything in the world, but the idea of having a big brother was too good to be truth.

“Oh, so you did the thing!!” Parker threw himself onto Marie Anne and kissed her shoulders while hugging her. “Yaaassss!”

“Honey, keep sleeping. I’ll tell you all later, yes?” she murmured kissing his head.

“What a bad moment to sleep.” he murmured ignored his twin. “Hey sis, can we invite Aaron to our birthday? That would be SO could…”

“Who’s Aaron?” her mother inquired when she got out of the bathroom as she promised. Jane arrived at the perfect moment to screw things up. She got into her daughter’s room, and saw her laying in bed, one of the twins sleeping over her, and the other one sitting on the bed. “Oh, I see you’re in a meeting. Again, can I ask who’s Aaron?!”. When none of the siblings answered she continued. “So is that boy you spend the night with. And you both knew about this?”

“Don’t. Don’t put them in this.” she pointed to her mom.

“You did it, Marie Anne.”

“Ladies, can we calm down? Mom, let her do whatever she wants. She’s 27, c'mon…” Allan tried to save his sister and calm the waters.

“You could hear your son from time to time, Jane…” Marie Anne smiled with irony. She was absolutely happy to have the boys on her side but tired of having her mother on the other side of the island saying ‘white’ every time Marie Anne was saying 'black’.

“Listen, Marie Anne, I don’t know who this Aaron is, but I told you hundred times, you have to be careful. Do you even have idea who is him? Where did you met him after all??” Jane started with the speech Marie Anne always hated.

“Two questions I won’t answer. You’re always the same with the guys, you don’t let me do my life in peace. I’m tired of it, okay? You won’t ruin this one.” Marie Anne affirmed, petting his brother’s back, and without looking at Jane.

“I’m older than you, Marie Anne. I know how life is. Especially how men are. I’m just trying to make you open your eyes so you can be careful.” the woman exclaimed, trying to make her daughter understand her point. For Marie Anne the problem was that her mother didn’t understood that she was an adult.

“Is useless. I’ll do whatever I want, and you know it. I won’t tell you a thing if you keep acting this way, so please leave.” she demanded with a serious tone in her voice.

“Mom, let her sleep. She’s tired and she’s been working hard this week. You can talk later…” Allan insisted, also tired of the constant fights in the family home.

Her mom was a great woman and she always worked hard for her family, but her mood wasn’t the best sometimes. She used to had discussions with the twins; teenagers have never been easy, but with Marie Anne the situation was different. They LIVED fighting, and yelling to each other. Marie always asked her to be more focused on the boys and pay move attention to them and not to her, but Jane always tried to tie her down and not let her do her things. Not hanging out with friends, not having a serious relationship, not nothing. She always had problems with her daughter having her own life and making her own decisions. The excuse was always the same, saying she could get hurt for some reason. Marie Anne never understood if the reason was because she was the first kid or because she was a girl, but it was infuriating. Their fights were regular, and sometimes hard; Jane ended crying several times and Marie Anne locked in her room for hours. Sometimes she just left home just for walking, and other times Jane just yelled at her until she turn mad enough to break something. That’s why Allan tried to stop it once more.

“Why don’t you tell your brother why you are so tired?”

“Mom…” Allan repeated once again, raising his voice even more.

“What?”

“Mom, I’m sick of you being angry and bothering all the time, for everything, with everyone. She’s old enough to know what she has to know, and to do what she wants to. Just stop being that rude with her.” Allan started. Normally he has a lot of patient and was almost as calmed as Parker, but this time he was absolutely tired of her mother attacking Marie Anne.

“But-” Jane tried to reply her son’s speech, but he didn’t finish yet.

“Since you divorced you haven’t done anything but ruin every relationship she had. Is not our fault that our stupid father left you, okay?!” Parker woke up after his brother raised his voice. “He’s a jerk, and he does everything wrong. Got it. Not every man in the world does. WE are men. Are we as jerks as dad is?” Allan inquired to his mother.

“No! Allan…” Jane tried to apologize.

“Then stop acting like if we were. Like if she was! You bother her all the time! We know you love us above all, and that you try to not make her pass through the same that you did, but if you don’t let her live she will never be happy, and it will be your fault, not some guy’s.” Allan stood up and left the room. Parker followed him; it was their instinct. Marie Anne stayed in silence, without looking at Jane. All what her brother said was true, but none of them ever had the courage to tell her. What was sure, is that the Woods’ kids weren’t expecting Allan to be the first one.

“You want the truth?” Marie Anne started. “His name is Aaron. I met him last Thursday in the Yankees’ game when I took the boys because dad couldn’t. We went out Friday and yesterday. And yes, I slept with him last night. It was probably the best night of my life. And no, its not some one night stand. I like him, he likes me and we already have planned more dates. It’s something good and I don’t want anyone or anything to ruin it. Its the first time I really like a guy this much.” she explained as she got up from her bed. “And everything than Allan said its truth. I hope you hear him. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to talk with Allan.” Marie Anne passed her mother and went to the boys room.

“Annie…” Jane couldn’t pronounce a word when her daughter walked beside her without glancing at her not even once. “Honey…” Jane walked behind her. She wasn’t a woman easy to convince.

“What?” she asked turning to look at her mother. She was tired in every single way and she wanted to be with the boys. “You are going to say another speech? Another time the same shit of how I’m going to end up hurt? If he hurts me as you say at least I’m having the time of my life in his bed…” she murmured so the boys wouldn’t listen what she was saying.

“I was going to say that I’m sorry.” her mother whispered looking down and went straight to her bedroom.

Marie Anne went to the boys room and feeling even more shitty. The whole family was a mess and all that wasn’t helping at all. Make her mother cry was like adding another bad thing to the big list. “Guy, we need to talk with mom.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to, but she always does the same…” Allan apologized, laying on his bed.

“I never thought you were going to be the one saying all that.” she affirmed, lying on the bed besides him.

“Someone had to…” Parker murmured from the other bed, still clearly tired and sleepy.

“Is just… I got sick of it.” Allan covered his face with his pillow. He wasn’t happy with everything he said, but he had to be honest for the good of the family.

“We are all sick of it. Its a fucking mess. Its like you can’t be happy for five minutes that she has to ruin your day. Its like no one can be happy cause she’s not happy. She’s having a hard time. But anyways, you’re old enough” Parker added and got up to lay with them.

“We should go talk to her” Allan whispered laying beside Marie Anne and closing his eyes.

“That’s what I’m saying. Al?” she murmured looking at the boy. “Wanna come with us? Then we can go to my room and have a nap.”

“Yeah…” Allan nodded and stood up and both went to their mom’s room.

They used to fight and say mean things to each other while the furious rage lasted, but afterwards, the guilt killed them and they always came back to comfort her. She had several defects, and made things wrong but they did that too.

The siblings walked in silence to Jane’s room but the door was obviously closed. The three of them shared a look and Allan nodded, letting them know he was going to be the first talking. “Mom? Can we talk?” Allan knocked at the door. Marie Anne just stood there waiting for her mom to open..

“Get in.” she quietly said. When they got in, Jane was sitting on her bed, drying the tears from her cheeks, and trying to look good.

“We just wanted to say we are sorry for what happened.” Marie Anne started. She felt sorry because their mom ended up crying, but she was still mad at some point.

“We are really sorry, mom. We didn’t meant to make you cry but… We are kinda tired, you know??” Parker tried to explain but he couldn’t find a way to do it.

“What we’re trying to say… Is that, you don’t realize but… You’re a little bit unfair with us. We know all that happened and… We see you suffering, and we know you act like this for it… But we can’t keep holding this. You have to realize that you’re being mean with us.” Allan murmured, looking at the floor and standing up in the middle of the room.

“I know you care about us because we are your kids but… Its messed up. I know its not just about me, its about them too but.. I came home happy and you… You just ruined my mood. You don’t let us be happy cause you are not happy. You should be happy because we are happy. Damn, I don’t know how to explain it..” Marie Anne added, looking at the floor just like Allen.

“I’m so sorry…” their mom started sobbing again, and covered her face with her hands.

“Mom..” Parker murmured, sitting with Jane on the bed and petting her back. “Its okay. We know you didn’t meant to hurt us.”

“I’m really sorry… I just… Since your father left…” she kept crying and Parker tood her hand.

“We know, mom. But not everyone is dad, okay? I know you are hurt but no everyone does that.” Allan insisted. He didn’t like to see their mom crying, but she wasn’t going to leave Marie Anne’s side.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you…” said Jane, looking at her three little kids. “Annie…” she grabbed her daughter’s hand.

“Its okay, mom…” the girl whispered. She was holding every thing she wanted to say because she didn’t want to hurt her mom even more. It wasn’t a good moment.

“I didn’t… Want to ruin it…” she looked at her daughter and petted her cheek. “Ugh… I’m sorry… Dear… I won’t get into your life ever again. I promise.” she said, denying with her head and cleaning her own tears.

“I’m sorry to say this, mom, but I’ll believe it when I see it.” the girl affirmed in a serious tone, looking at her mother in the eyes.

“We all need time…” Allan added, because he agreed with his sister.

“Okay… Okay… Uhm… I just… If you wanna invite him here I… I’ll leave you alone, okay? I don’t wanna bother you more…” she said just before starting to cry again.

“No, I won’t. He already knows thing are complicated here so we decide to meet at his place and outside. Its okay.”. And it was truth. Marie Anne told him that while they were having breakfast and he was fine with it. Aaron didn’t want her to push her and give her more problems.

“But… Uhg…” she murmure and cleaned her tears once more. “Whatever you want.” Jane stood up and walked to the bathroom.

“God, what now? What did I say?” she asked looking at her brothers.

“No idea, sis.” Parker murmured, clearly as tired as his siblings.

“Mom…” Allan went right behind her.

“I’m… Offering her to… Do what she asked me to. I said I will leave her alone so she could be comfortable with this… boyfriend she was. And she says no… I don’t know what does she want, I don’t know.” she was saying while cleaning her face with water.

“Mom, he’s not her boyfriend. They met not even a week ago. They are figuring out things, it’s obvious she won’t bring him here when he lives completely alone in his own apartment. Don’t take it personal. She needs time to think about everything. And I think you need the same.” Allan trying to explain to calm things down.

Meanwhile Marie Anne went to her room, changed her clothes and got in her bed, leaving the door unlocked in case the boys wanted to sneak in.

“Okay okay…” she left the bathroom and went back to her room. “Where is she?” she asked to Parker.

“In her room.” he stood up, kissed his mom on the cheek and went to Marie Anne’s room, closed the door and laid beside her on her bed.

“Intimacy is a prodigious invention, you know?” said Marie Anne to her brother.

“I’m not aware of that.” answered Parker, closing his eyes and trying to sleep.

“Can you stay here taking care of your sis like I used to do when you were little? I kinda need it. I’ll make lunch as payback.” Marie Anne offered, covering the boy with a blanket. If there was something she needed in that moment was some love from her brothers, or at least of one.

“Yeah, but I won’t tell you a bed time story. I suck.” he hugged her and kissed her back. “By the way, Aaron is a great guy.” he whispered just before falling asleep. Marie Anne smiled, kissed his head and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep knowing that at least someone was happy for her.   ←  Previous Chapter.                                                                  Next Chapter.  →

[thegettingbyp2]

Birthday sex with Aaron in honor of today?? x

A/N: So I've combined this request with another because I thought that they worked well together. This is the birthday sex request as well as the trying different positions to get pregnant request!

Happy Birthday

You stretched your back when you woke up, careful not to wake Aaron who was still sleeping behind you, his arm draped over your waist and his hand resting just underneath the t-shirt you were wearing of his, his hand burning against your bare skin. Smiling to yourself, you carefully turned over, making sure you didn’t wake him. Softly, you started to press gentle kisses along his jaw, moving down his neck and to his bare chest.

‘Well, I like this wake-up call,’ you heard him rasp, not fully awake just yet. You grinned when you moved back up his body, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

‘Happy birthday,’ you murmured against his lips as you felt and heard him groan against you, his arms wrapping around your body before flipping the two of you, leaving him on top and free to bury his head in your neck. ‘I’m pretty sure we’re meant to be the other way around this morning, it’s your day after all,’ you laughed, threading your fingers through his hair and tilting your head back, exposing more of your skin to his lips.

‘I don’t see you complaining, Mrs Tveit,’ he mumbled against your skin, not wanting to spend a second away from you. He quickly ripped the top off of your body and threw it to a corner of the room, groaning when he saw that you were wearing absolutely nothing underneath before diving back into your neck.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way that sounds,’ you sighed happily. You and Aaron had gotten married just over a month ago and he was using any chance he could to use your new name, and you couldn’t say that you hated it.

Aarons lips moved down your body until he was able to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, sucking gently. Your back instantly arched, pressing yourself closer to him and you felt him smirk against you, his teeth nipping your nipple slightly. His hand trailed down in between your legs until his fingers swiped through your pussy, chuckling when your hips bucked against him and his fingers started rubbing tight circles against your clit.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, trying to ground yourself as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you far too quickly for your liking. ‘Wait, stop,’ you gasped, your own hand moving down to hold his wrists, stopping his movements against your clit.

‘Everything okay?’ he asked, pulling his head away from your chest to speak. You smiled softly at the concerned look in his eyes and brushed his hair out of his eyes, letting your hand trail down his face, thumb running gently along his cheek and your heart melted when you saw him lean into your touch.

‘Everything’s fine, this is your day is all,’ you replied. Aaron just grinned at you and moved his head to press a kiss to the inside of your palm before flipping the two of you around so that you were now on top of him. You kissed your way down his chest before pressing a gentle kiss against his boxers, feeling his cock twitch at the contact. Hooking your thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers, you quickly pulled them down his legs, his cock springing up as his boxers joined the t-shirt on the floor.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you leaned down to run your tongue over his head before taking it in your lips and sucking softly. The sharp gasp that came from your husband’s throat sent a shiver down your spine and you felt his fingers thread through your hair, pushing your head further down onto his cock. You let your jaw slacken and let Aaron take control, letting him take whatever he needed from you.

‘You’re so good to me baby,’ he panted, throwing his head back as his hips started lifting up, hitting the back of your throat. Far too soon for your liking, you felt Aaron gently pull you off of his cock and you looked up at him, frowning slightly. Aaron couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the look on your face and he pulled you back up his body to kiss you, sliding his tongue between your lips. ‘As good as that was, I think me cumming down your throat would be a bit counter-productive at the minute,’ he said against your lips, moving his eyes up to meet yours to check that you understood what he was saying.

Your breath hitched when you caught on, an excited flutter beginning in your stomach. You and Aaron had been trying for a baby for the last month, taking every opportunity that you could. You nodded quickly and pressed another quick kiss to his lips before adjusting your position on top of him, thankful for Aaron’s hand on your clit earlier which meant that you were still wet enough to sink down onto his cock straight away. As soon as you were seated fully on his cock, you and Aaron both let out a moan and his hands slip up your back holding you as close to him as physically possible.

You quickly started bouncing on his lip, whimpering every time he was buried fully inside you, Aaron’s hand having have moved to your hips, keeping them in a vice grip as he helped you move against him. You gasped when Aaron flipped your bodies back around, landing you back on your back.

The breathless laugh that came out of you made Aaron grin as his hips started to pound into you and you knew that you were going to have bruises for the next few days. ‘Don’t think that would have helped us either,’ he said breathlessly and you couldn’t help the full laugh that bubbled out of your throat. Aaron moved your legs until they were resting over his shoulders, cutting your laughter off with a moan as he hit deeper inside you at the new angle.

It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm threatening to tip you over again and Aaron, noticing this, brought his hand back down to your clit, running his thumb over your clit again. He groaned when he felt your pussy clench around him and his hips began to stutter, a clear sign that he was close as well.

‘Aaron,’ you gasped, not being strong enough to finish your sentence.

‘I know, baby,’ he replied, running his thumb a little faster over your clit as you let yourself fall off the ledge, trusting Aaron to catch you. In the back of your mind, you felt Aaron’s hips press firmly against yours as he released inside of you. He let his body drop onto yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close to you as you felt his thumb tracing gentle circles against your sides.

‘Well, this was the perfect start to the day,’ he whispered into your ear. You giggled and nuzzled your face into the side of his, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

‘Happy birthday, baby,’ you whispered back and felt Aaron’s hands tighten around you slightly.

‘Maybe next year we’ll have someone else to celebrate with us,’ he said, bring his hand down to rest softly on your bare stomach; hoping that the next time you took a pregnancy test, it would be positive.

[purplesmmr]

DWSA HEADCANONS PLS! i love them and have a nice day 😄

aaaa !!! thank u sm for the ask! i’m so freakin glad that people are enjoying my headcanons !! ily anon whoever you are credit for a few of these again goes to @wordofyourbodyreprise

all:

they all do secret santa every year and all of them Know to just get melitta socksshe has shakespeare socks from her bro, and got van gogh, klimt, da vinci, and munch socks from some of the others

they all speak asl at some level, some are better than others

they all do some sort of group costume for halloween every year

melchior:

he will personally fight freud

hates so called “animal rights activists” (aka peta & uninformed bigots)

melchiors actually a really careful person when it comes to eve ry thin g

he has glasses but he rarely wears them because “he doesn’t like them”wendla steals them bc they’re close enough to her prescription and she forgets her glasses at home a l o t

even when moritz or thea aren’t present, melchior has a habit of still signing things as he’s talking to someone

can someone get him to stop talking about psychology? please??

“latin is an important language” - melchior gabor

melchior gabor is the King of disappearing at parties so he doesn’t have to socializehe’s also king of losing his wallet

melchior gabor has five (5) fidget spinnershe doesn’t even like fidget spinners, he has them just to piss people offwell it roya l l y pissed moritz off when one day he had enough of melchior’s bs and threw the spinner in the middle of a busy street

wendla:

she has a liiiil bit of a temper and if she’s pushed the wrong way, she will fucking go off on someonebobby mahler was a victim of that at one pointshe made him cry and now he’s scared of her

likes to tie her hair up with colorful ribbons

she went by wendy in elementary/middle school bc it was easier for everyonesome of them still call her that occasionally bc honestly its rly cute

wendla and ernst’s passion is community theatre

can run in stilettos and it Scares melchior

has to sleep with some kind of white noise in the background otherwise she Wont

moritz:

absolutely adores aloe plants

his smile is honestly the best thing ever and lights up everyone’s day

he likes it when his gf plays with his hair

never gets tired of deaf puns

piggybacking off of my last round of headcanons with colleges and careers and stuff, mo ends up going into social workhe shows up at home after work with two deaf foster kids and convinces otto and mart to let the three of them adopt them

his lock/homescreen is a pic of him, mart, and otto

ilse:

sits for life drawing classes in college in order to make a little more money

ilse neumann is 5’ ½" of pure spite

can make even the ugliest of pantsuits look great

hav i mentioned what a lesbian she is???

she’s a tea drinker and melchior, who fuckign ru ns off of high amounts of caffeine, looks at her like she’s insane

martha convinced her to try burning incense and now she’s Obsessed

martha:

never actually sleeps in her own clothes, it’s always one of her bf’s shirts

she’s honestly Always stressed about smth

martha lived with her aunt for awhile while she was trying to sort some problems out with moritz and otto

her aunt is a psychic and can tell sooo much abt a person by just looking at themmelchior didn’t believe in it at first “she knew me and thea were twins when it was only me there!” “a lot of people have twins, it was just coincidental”. after he went over there once to talk to martha and her aunt said something to him abt him being a miracle bby, his outlook on it changed

martha is resident advice lady to thea for things involving depression/eating disorders/problems in general bc martha’s Been There

martha has a Love for lacy lingerie js,,otto does too (on martha)

hanschen:

hanschen and ernst have matching ties that thea got them for prom: ernst has a rainbow tie and hans has a bisexual flag colored tie

he and ernst are so domestic and it’s adorable

forgot to get groceries when ernst was gone for a week and he came home to a basically empty house and was like “??? wha t ha ve you eate n??”

watches victorious as a form of Depression Entertainment

he loves wicked soo much ngl

he’s straight as an arrow for eva noblezadaand carleigh bettiol

ernst:

when ernst blushes, color goes into his cheeks, ears, and neck n hanschen thinks its the cutest thing

has color coordinated binders so he stays Neat

he’s Very Particular on the arrangement of things in his and hanschen’s apartment

does drag and absolutely Kil l s I t

likes to pick flowers and put them in his unsuspecting friends’ hair

he came out to his parents after he turned 18 and got kicked out,, luckily he has an amazing boyfriend who helped him out

has seen moana more times than he cares to admit

georg:

he and otto got their first tattoos togetherin georgs basement, by his unclethey thought it would make them Cooler

he’s double jointed & a weirdo who can lick his own elbow?? (this is totally based on someone i know,, it’s s o frea k y) 

tells the Best scary stories

otto:

everyone calls otto by anything and everything they can think of that sounds like his nameottoman empire, otto-bahn, river otto,  otto-matic, otto shop, etc.(i l OV the headcanon of melchior occasionally calling him eddie bc of oedipus so s/o to @melchixr !!)

works like three different jobs to help out his mom and younger siblings

thea:

hates to see her siblings upset and will Fight

she owns one (1) pair of shorts

her favorite broadway show is newsies she introduced melitta to it and created a monster“jeremy jordan can STRIKE me anytime”

in love with ben tyler cook

melitta:

her black binder for scores and sides is like three inches thickit also has a taped on picture of aaron tveit for Inspiration 

she’s a photographer

so is ernst

hans is the Model

her secret weapon is her ability to Riff

she n otto are both lifeguards & work together at a local community center

her closet is 50% thrift store, 25% department store, and 25% stolen clothes from her sister, brother, & boyfriend

owns a pair of lounge pants that have lobsters on them

anna:

she’s weirdly good at standardized testing

owns nothing but dresses and skirts and they’re all super cute

has a Collection of lil trinkets she finds in random antique shops and thrift stores

she’s got a lil string of fairy lights from wendla that she decks her chair out with

[storiesforallfandoms]

first show ~ aaron tveit

word count: 1756

request?: yes!

“I'll take anything Aaron Tveit. (There are not enough fics out there lol)”

description: after years of practice and studying, she gets casted in her first big broadway show, and finds herself falling for her leading man

pairing: aaron tveit x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I gasped as the costume person pulled out the beautiful black dress I was meant to wear for our run through of Come What May. I couldn’t get over how beautiful my costumes were. I almost felt like I was undeserving of them. I was fresh out of college and already cast in my first big Broadway musical. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to ever wake up.

“You don’t have long to get dressed,” the costume person reminded me. “The dress rehearsal for Come What May is in 10. Although I’d love to see you staring at all your costumes in amazement.”

“I’ll do that after dress rehearsal,” I joked.

I took the black dress and quickly changed into it, longing to look at myself in the mirror but knowing I had no time. With my hair and makeup already finished, I rushed to the stage. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one running a bit late as my co-star was yet to arrive once I took my place.

“There’s our Satine!” the director proclaimed as I stood on stage. “Welcome to the stage, dear. How do you feel?”

“Nervous,” I admitted. “But I look damn good for a nervous girl.”

The director chuckled. “Our Christian should be here soon.”

“He’s here!”

I tried not to seem as starstruck as I felt at the sound of my co-star’s voice. Aaron joined me on stage, dressed in his Christian costume. I had to try my best not to fangirl over him. He was basically Broadway royalty, and I was acting with him in my first show! I had to remind myself how to breathe.

I smiled slightly at him. “Nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you, too, (Y/N). I’m Aaron.”

I had to stop myself from responded with I know as I shook his hand.

“While I’d love for you two to get to know one another, I’d like to run Come What May first,” the director told us. “It’s one of the biggest songs in the musical, and the one with the most chemistry. So, we need to nail this song before we can nail the entire musical.”

Aaron and I nodded and took our places for the song. The band started playing the song and I felt my nerves growing. I tried to focus just on Aaron, but that made me even more nervous.

“Never knew I could feel like this Like I’ve never seen the sky before Want to vanish inside your kiss Every day I love you more and more”

No shock that his voice sounded perfect. I already knew this, I had seen the show on its opening night years before. But it was different to hear the voice up close, too have him singing directly to me. It made my heart flutter and I almost forgot my cues.

“Come what may Come what may I will love you until my dying day”

For a moment I feared my voice wouldn’t work, but when I opened my mouth the words came out effortlessly.

“Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace”

I tried not to break character as pride swelled within me at the look on Aaron’s face. I could only describe it as a look of astonishment, as if my voice shocked him, and that made me so proud.

My heart spiked as Aaron took my hands and we sang together

“Storm clouds my gather And stars may collide But I love you (I love you) Until the end of time”

The music swelled as we reached the end of the song, our voices mixing together perfectly as we held the last line. I looked into Aaron’s perfectly blue eyes, glad that the song had ended because he had taken my breath away.

I had forgotten all about the small audience of crew members and our director until he spoke. “That was great! But can we take it from that last chorus and can you guys end the song with the kiss?”

“O-Oh,” I stuttered, still trying to recover from the song. “Y-You want to do the kiss now?”

“It’s better to get the first one out of the way now to get past any initial awkwardness.”

“Are you okay with that?” Aaron asked me, concern on his face.

I nodded. “Yeah. He has a point, we will be kissing almost every night. We should get used to it now.”

The director motioned to the band and they began playing from the last chorus again.

“Come what may Come what may I will love you until my dying day”

I looked into Aaron’s eyes, the only thing keeping me calm in that moment. One of his hands reached up to gently cup my face, bringing me closer to him. The distance between us was small, but it felt like I was waiting for his lips to touch mine forever.

When they finally did, it felt as though something had exploded inside of me. My whole body felt warm and fuzzy, and my stomach felt like it was full of butterflies. I couldn’t stop myself from putting a hand behind his neck, wanting to keep his lips on mine for a long time.

We were forced to pull away when the director began to clap, completely taking us out of the moment.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” he exclaimed. “That was brilliant! See? Now there’ll be no awkwardness when we run that scene from now on.”

I wouldn’t say that, I thought, glancing over at Aaron. I wondered if he had felt what I did, or if it was just another stage kiss for him. If he felt the latter, it would definitely be very awkward for me.

“Okay, you two take five and then (Y/N), I want you ready for your entrance medley.”

The crew continued on about their work while the director turned his attention to his assistant and began talking about the technical stuff having to do with the show. Aaron and I awkwardly stood on stage together for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

“I guess I should go get ready for my entrance rehearsal,” I said, trying my best to look at Aaron. How the hell did two actors who weren’t already in relationships kiss on stage and not fall in love?

“I’ll walk you to your dressing room,” Aaron offered. “We can get to know one another.”

I smiled at this and the two of us exited the stage together.

“So,” Aaron started, “there’s a rumor on the streets that this is your first ever show.”

I nodded. “Yeah, it is. I’m actually not long out of college. I graduated maybe a month ago? Top of my classes because I was always an overachiever, and most of my teacher’s favorites. Actually, it was one of my teachers that got me this audition. She knows the director and when it was announced that Karen Olivo was leaving the show, she urged me to audition.”

“Looks like it worked out in your favor.”

“Yeah, somehow,” I said with a slight laugh. “I’m sure there were dozens of better, more experienced girls who auditioned. My teacher must’ve slipped the director a bribe or something to get me this role.”

“Or, and hear me out on this one, you were actually that good and got the role on your own.”

I shook my head. “No way. That’s nearly impossible.”

“Nearly being the keyword. Newbies gotta start somehow or else Broadway shows would never have a cast.”

“Yeah, but most newbies start as a part of the ensemble or the company, then make their way to very minor character, then less than minor character, and then, if they’re lucky, they become main characters. It’s not as easy as auditioning fresh out of school and getting the role right away.”

Aaron shrugged. “I don’t know, I think it’s that easy for some people. You have a fantastic voice, definitely a voice worth of a Satine and not just an ensemble girl.”

I smiled up at Aaron. “I appreciate the compliment, and the confidence you have in me. I hope I don’t let any of you guys down.”

“I don’t think you will. I think you’re going to be amazing. You’ll probably steal the show from me.”

I laughed at this. There was absolutely no way that I, a newbie, could possibly steal the show from a Broadway vet like Aaron Tveit.

I was sad when we reached my dressing room, although I knew it wasn’t that far of a walk from the stage. I wanted to talk to Aaron for longer, to have more time alone with him. But we were trying to prepare a show, and that meant that eventually I had to give up my time with him in order to rehearse.

Both of us paused outside of my dressing room. It was almost like we were waiting for the other to leave first. I glanced at the clock in my dressing room and sighed upon seeing the time.

“I have about two more minutes to get into my costume for my entrance medley and to get back to the stage. So, I guess this is where we say goodbye.”

“Well, only for now. I’ll be in the audience watching you absolutely destroy that medley, and then we have basically the entire play together that we have to rehearse,” he told me. “But, if you’re not too tired after rehearsal, I’d love to maybe go out and grab a drink with you. If you’d be interested in doing that, that is.”

Now was when my voice stopped working. I could barley believe that this was actually happening. Too many amazing things going on the one time, I was sure I was dreaming. I had to slip my hands behind my back to pinch myself, and I had to suppress a yelp as I realized I was very much awake.

“Yeah,” I finally managed. “I’d love to.”

Aaron’s smile was as wide as a child on Christmas morning. “Okay! Well, I won’t distract you any longer. Break a leg out there.”

I watched after him as he went back in the direction of the stage before hurrying into my dressing room to prepare for my next scene. The entire time I had a smile on my face so wide that my cheeks were starting to hurt.

I guess dreams really do come true.

[auditionsuggestions]

The List

A list of songs to maybe avoid in the audition room.

Pre-List note: This list goes out the window if they tell you singing from the show is ok or if they specifically tell you to sing from the show. Remember, this list is generally speaking. Also, for some of these songs I’m going to offer some alternative suggestions – songs that sound similar or have a similar arc or character, but maybe aren’t done so often (that I know of).

Also, this list is a lot less important when it comes to community theatre, generally speaking, though it does depend on the director. Still, don’t sing “On My Own”.

Additionally, songs from shows that have been on Broadway in the past 5 years tend to be a bit too new to use for auditions, so they should probably be avoided.

There’s exceptions to every rule, but please if something is marked with a ~ REALLY think about whether you want to sing it.

The list is below the cut due to length

~Adelaide’s Lament from Guys and Dolls

This song within the show is adorable and hilarious. In an audition setting it’s just not great to sing in an accent with an affectation (the typical New York accent that Adelaide is played with on top of her having a stuffed nose from the cold). Unless you’re able to pair it with another song that shows off your real voice, it’s best to leave this one for cabarets and karaoke.

Maybe look at:

“Waiting in the Wings” from Ain’t Broadway Grand

~Astonishing from Little Women

I love, love, love this song…but not for auditions. It’s a great ‘I want’ song with a killer money note at the end if you have that Eb5. However, unless you can do it better than Sutton Foster, leave it at home. Those behind the table will probably have heard it butchered at auditions a lot and just end up comparing you to the OBC in their minds (not intentionally, it just happens) or tuning out.

Maybe look at:

“Woman” from The Pirate Queen

“Sweet Liberty” from Jane Eyre

Being Alive from Company

Sondheim at an audition is always a gamble. Additionally, the stakes for this song can be VERY difficult to build up in 16-32 bars. My gentledudes and gentledude identifying people, maybe skip this one.

Bring Him Home from Les Miserables

Unless you are going to sing the hell out of that Bb, don’t. Just don’t. It’s what we’re all waiting for. If you screw it up, you look bad. If you don’t sing it, you look bad. So my dear tenors, please have that note and have it perfectly.

~Defying Gravity from Wicked

If your name is not Idina Menzel, they don’t want to hear this. It has been so over done over the last 15+ years that the team behind the table may just tune out entirely. Also, if you can’t guarantee belting that F5 every time, you can’t do it under the stress of an audition, so don’t risk it. Yes, you can belt safely but you’re more likely to slip up with your technique if you’re nervous and hurt yourself.

Maybe Look at:

“Look at Me Now” from The Wild Party (Lippa)

“Carrie” from Carrie the Musical

~Don’t Rain on my Parade from Funny Girl

This song belongs to Barbra Streisand. It’s another one that you’ll just end up being compared to the original and that doesn’t bode well

Franklin Shepherd Inc. from Merrily We Roll Along

If you have ever looked at the sheet music for this thing you know exactly why it’s on this list. Trust me, I did this show in college. It is cruel and unusual punishment for your accompanist if you don’t know for 100% sure that they can play it (And typically that’s only because they’ve either played the show or already learned the song in advance). (Listen to it though. I love this show so much and it needs more love).

(Also I don’t really hear this one a lot, but it’s on the list as a precaution)

Forget About the Boy from Thoroughly Modern Millie

Millie in general just gets done a lot, best not to.

~Gimme Gimme from Thoroughly Modern Millie

See above and mix it with the Astonishing explanation and the fact that so many girls sing this in auditions. Heck, I used to use it a lot as my go-to for belting auditions. But it just tends to be severely over done (hence why it’s here with the ~ beside it)

Girl in 14 G

It’s hard to play the joke of the song in only 16-32 bars, so it really doesn’t work for auditions.

Glitter and Be Gay from Candide 

I’ve seen this one on a few lists. I personally haven’t heard it done a TON at auditions, but if you want to show off your more classical sound and some high notes without being all the way in the stratosphere…

Maybe look at:

“The Finer Things” from Jane Eyre: the Musical

Good Morning Baltimore from Hairspray

Eh, a fun song but Hairspray in general just tends to be done a lot.

~I Can Hear the Bells from Hairspray

The same reason as above with the added caveat that your body type becomes relevant due to the lyrics. If you don’t fit the body type for Tracy it just seems silly, like singing the title song from Legally Blonde if you have dark hair. Also this one is pretty damn repetitive.

I Dreamed a Dream from Les Mis

Between the movie in 2012 and Susan Boyle this has come back into some high popularity. Yes, it’s a lovely, moving song. This has a lot of the “Ballad face” thing that can happen (See below for where that term comes in) but you know the face, the “I’m acting like I’m sad right now but not actually feeling the emotion” face

Maybe look at:

“When I Look at You” from The Scarlet Pimpernel (Just a heads up, I suggest this one a lot in this list.)

If I Loved You from Carousel

As an article I read about overdone songs put it “Ballad face alert.” This one is hard to pull off without giving that face. If you are going to do this song focus more on the acting of it. Really think about what Julie is saying to Billy and why. Give it some background and depth not just “this is a pretty song, I’m a soprano (or baritone) and it’s a ballad”

Journey to the Past from Anastasia

Ooooh, this used to be a go-to of mine, but with the show being on Broadway now it’s best to avoid it. It’s still a nice song though. Maybe in a few years when the show has left Broadway it’ll be safer to use again.

~Let it Go from Frozen

This was on this list back when it first came out with how popular the movie was (and still is). Also belting that E and the end has a little bit to do with it being on the list. Also chances are if the people you’re auditioning for have young children, they already hate this song a lot from over exposure.

~Maybe This Time from Cabaret

This is one of those where you’ll be compared to the original. Liza is forever connected to this song in a lot of people’s minds and you don’t want to deal with that comparison.

Music of the Night from Phantom of the Opera

Why? Just why would you sing this song at an audition? It doesn’t have particularly high stakes, it’s hard to sing, and is VERY specific to its show. Also it’s really plodding after a while (duhduhduhduhduhduhduh ^duh).

No Good Deed from Wicked

The stakes are high, the song is great, but Wicked may elicit some groans from the table. If you are absolutely bent on singing from Wicked this or “I’m Not That Girl” are your best bets.

Maybe look at:

“Painting Her Portrait” from Jane Eyre (The belt’s not quite as high, but it’s got the same intensity”

Not for the Life of Me from Thoroughly Modern Millie

Again with the TMM… I heard this twice in about 20 minutes at a recent audition.

~On My Own from Les Mis

If you are considering this you are either just getting into musical theatre or very ballsy. This is the archetypical audition song for women. It’s one of the most overdone audition songs. You may even hear a groan or two if you say you’re gonna sing it. Do yourself a favor and leave it for your shower.

Maybe look at:

“When I Look at You” from The Scarlet Pimpernel (Maybe)

“Wait a Bit” from Just So

“I Don’t Know How to Love Him” from Jesus Christ Superstar (Might be a  little overdone)

 “As Long as He Needs Me” from Oliver (see above note, though I think it’s a bit more classic than overdone)

Out Tonight from Rent

This song is very tied to dancing and a lot of high energy movement. That’s hard to do a) in an audition setting and b) if you’re not a choreographer. Not to mention the register switch on the melisma of “Out” is a bitch to get right even when you’re not nervous.

Maybe look at:

“The World According to Chris” from Carrie the Musical

~Over the Rainbow from The Wizard of Oz

Judy Garland sang it first and sang it best (at least in a lot of people’s opinions). The octave jumps in this are ridiculous tbqh, and if you’re nervous you may not quite make them.

Pity the Child from Chess

We call it “Pity the Singer” for a reason. It’s a difficult song. It’s super range-y. Just don’t. (Plus you’ll be compared to Adam Pascal)

Maybe look at:

“Why God Why” from Miss Saigon

~Popular from Wicked 

Say it with me: Wicked is not good for auditions because it is one of the most popular musicals of the past century.

Run Away With Me from The Unauthorized Autobiography of Samantha Brown

If you really want to pay 10$ for sheet music, sure. Still, between Aaron Tveit, Jeremy Jordan, Michael Arden, and just about every other Broadway heart throb singing this, it may be a comparison you want to avoid.

Screw Loose from Cry Baby

I’ve seen this on a couple other lists and I know a lot of people who love this song (and love this show). It’s cute. I see why they like it, but the joke of the song is a bit hard to play in 16-32 bars. If you’re in an audition situation where they’re letting you sing the whole song and this one fits the show and the character you want, go for it. If not, I’d say look for something else.

Seasons of Love from Rent

This is the song everyone knows from Rent. Also it’s a group number it’s not gonna sound as good without at least 3 other people to sing the harmonies.

Send in the Clowns from A Little Night Music

Aside from being one of the most well-known Sondheim songs, it’s just sung a lot. Also, a note to you teenage singer/actors who want to sing this at auditions: Don’t. As my old voice teacher often says “You’re not used up enough for Sondheim”

Maybe look at:

“Losing My Mind” from Follies

Show Off from Drowsy Chaperone

The whole tap number in the middle, the Sutton Foster association, and the “toot your own horn” factor should keep you from doing this song. It’s like when people sing “I’m the Greatest Star” from Funny Girl, you had better damn well be the greatest star or it’ll just make you look bad to the casting team.

Someone Like You from Jekyll & Hyde

FOOOOORRRRR IFFF SOMEONE sings this song again while I’m in the room I’m gonna scream. Yes, it’s a pretty song. Yes, Lucy tugs at our heart strings as a character. Yes, people sing this all the time. Hell, I’ve sung it in my voice lessons. It’s range-y though and Wildhorn can be kinda weird for auditions (also in my opinion this is not one of his better shows anyway).

Maybe look at:

“When I Look at You” from The Scarlet Pimpernel.

Somewhere That’s Green from Little Shop of Horrors

Personally, I haven’t really encountered this one so frequently in auditions, but a friend of mine had actually complained to me once about how it’s all he hears from women at auditions. It’s a beautiful song, but between its popularity and the urge to sing in the accent/affectation that Audrey is usually played with I would leave it at home.

Springtime for Hitler from The Producers

WHO IN THE 9 CIRCLES OF HELL SINGS THIS FOR AN AUDITION?!

(Again, haven’t really heard this, but it is funny to think of anyone with the balls to sing this in an audition NOT for The Producers)

Stars from Les Mis

Beautiful song. The problem here is you REALLY have to raise the stakes for this to work in an audition.

Stranger to the Rain from Children of Eden

Another great song. However I hear this one done a lot at auditions…even once at a Hairspray audition of all things. It seems to be dying down a little in popularity though, so you may be safe with it depending on where you live/are auditioning.

Taylor the Latte Boy

Another Kristin Chenoweth, not from a show, needs the full song for the joke to really land.

The Wizard and I from Wicked

We’ve gone over Wicked 500000times now (lies. It’s like 5, but still).

Maybe look at:

“The Spark of Creation” from Children of Eden

Think of Me from Phantom of the Opera 

The cadenza at the end is tricky as hell also this has no actual purpose in the show other than “oooh see how great Christine is” and to have Raoul recognize her. There’s not a lot of context you can add to it.

Maybe look at:

“The Finer Things” from Jane Eyre (Fun fact, Elizabeth DeGrazia who played Blanche back in the OBC was also Christine in Phantom at one point in Toronto. She’s Canadian)

This is the Moment from Jekyll & Hyde

My feelings on Jekyll and Hyde are now known. Please see the entry for Someone Like You.

Maybe look at:

“The Impossible Dream” from Man of La Mancha

“Anthem” from Chess (similar sound-at least to me)

~Tomorrow from Annie

This song is great until you’re about 12-14. Once you’re too old to play Annie, you’re too old for this song.

For my younger singer/actors who want something else that fits their age...

Maybe look at:

“Everlasting” from Tuck Everlasting (Or really any of Winnie’s songs from Tuck Everlasting, I just happen to really like this one)

Watch What Happens from Newsies

The patter is tricky, and it’s sung a LOT. (It does have a nice 32 bar cut there though, but even so don’t bother with it unless you want to be girl #387 that they hear sing it)

Maybe look at:

“Spark of Creation” from Children of Eden

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again from Phantom of the Opera

Phantom is kind of like Wicked in that you just shouldn’t sing from it for the most part. This song also seems like it could become over indulgent with the “I am sad now” and less genuine if one takes it just as a cut for an audition.

Maybe Look at:

“Unusual Way” from Nine

“I Remember” from Evening Primrose

Your Daddy’s Son from Ragtime

This is apparently overdone in some places. It’s a beautiful song but it is also one specifically attached to a character of Color. If you’re not of her race (Sarah is Black), maybe just don’t sing it for an audition.

A note on composers that you “shouldn’t sing”: Yes, there are some who are notoriously difficult to sight read (see: Sondheim, Stephen and Brown, Jason Robert). But you’ll generally be able to find a few by these that aren’t too tricky (or you’ll find a key that makes them a bit easier to sight read). One thing I’ve come across (just in my experience mind you) is that the accompanists at professional auditions tend to be excellent. They can play just about anything you throw in front of them. At community theatre auditions you may be a little less lucky (Again, in general. I love community theatre and think pretty highly of it) but then again you may have a great accompanist there too. A general rule is if you’re worried about the difficulty of your song for the accompanist either don’t choose that one or bring a backup in case you hear that the accompanist isn’t all that great.

[littlemissshortypants-blog1]

#1 100 Random Facts About Me!

I've decided to set myself a blog challenge for March which entails publishing a post everyday! I've already failed with this as this post is a day late but it wasn't as easy as I thought! So here goes #1 100 Facts About Me! 1. I'm named after the song 'Kayleigh' (shocker right?) by Marillion but I actually don't really like that song. 2. I prefer my middle name (Rose) to my last name (Allan). 3. I've had several nicknames including Kayleigh Allan, Kayls, Kayleigh-Steve, Steve and Little Miss Shorty Pants. 4. If I was born just over a week later, I would have been in the year below. I'm only a baby. 5. I'm a bit like a penguin; clumsy but adorable ;) 6. I've only ever been on a plane once (which is going to change very soon!) 7. I'm spending my summer working at an American summer camp in North Carolina and also by going on a North American road trip with added time in Orlando and New York (have I mentioned that already?) 8. I don't drink alcohol. It's not really something which appeals to me. People always try and get me to drink and often tell me 'it's just like pop' to which I respond 'yes, so I can just drink pop'. Perhaps it's also to do with the fact I don't like the idea of not being in control, everyone complains afterwards and it's expensive! 9. I'm good at not giving in to peer pressure. 10. I believe that you can have a good time without drinking alcohol but most of the time people think I'm drunk anyway because I'm a crazy gal. 11. I've never had a proper boyfriend (yet). 12. I'm a little (a lot) obsessed with musicals. 13. Aaron Tveit is my number one celeb crush (and when we watched Assasins featuring him, my best friend and I held hands all the way through). 14. But Jeremy Jordan, Wesley Taylor, Gideon Glick, Ben Fankhauser, Ramin Karimloo and George Blagden (the list goes on) are up there too. 15. I once got dried paint stuck in my eye as a kid and had to go to hospital. I vividly remember there was also a kid there who had broccoli stuck up his nose. 16. It took me three whole appointments at the opticians until I was able to wear contact lenses. 17. I broke my leg when I was younger by falling off a scooter. 18. As a kid I used to be scared of Santa Claus. 19. I once got admitted to hospital because I refused to take this disgusting orange medicine (which I can remember the taste of now). 20. I was deputy head girl and a prefect at high school and helped the head girl run the student council. 21. I never took drama at gcse but the career I'm heading into is acting. 22. I spend the majority of my wages on show tickets. But it benefits the career I am going to go into so it's not a waste of my money as some people seem to think. 23. I've performed onstage with Alfie Boe at The Echo Arena. (After a theatre group I was involved in bombarded him with tweets on twitter). 24. I've lived in Liverpool for a year studying musical theatre on a Dance and Drama Award. 25. I left my 3 musical theatre course after a year so I'm currently on a gap year and I'm loving it. I've learnt so much about myself and other people and I've also met lots of new people. 26. I'm a chocoholic. 27. I also love peanut butter (and almond butter and pretty much any other nut butter). 28. I'm easily distracted by anything pink and sparkly. 29. I've been to Disneyland Paris twice. 30. I've been a part of an original musical written by one of my friends. 31. My favourite film is Back to The Future and I can recite lots of phrases from it. 32. I've never read or watched the whole Harry Potter series (but I am in the process of reading the books so don't shoot me!) 33. I love learning new things, having new experiences and exploring new places. 34. I'm very small. Like below average height. People think I'm still 15... 35. I have a pen pal from Germany who I've been writing to for over a year. 36. I am a really fussy eater. I used to never touch any food that was saucy, sloppy or slimy. I've gotten better but I still tend to ask for most of my meals plain. 37. I really like twitter. I think it's good form of social media to meet new people and find out news about the world. 38. I help run a twitter account for a musical theatre site named Act 1 Act 2. 39. I once volunteered at Leeds Festival; it was my first time camping and my tent leaked. 40. My favourite Ben and Jerry's flavour is Phish Food. 41. I am an only child. 42. I like vintage things and wish I had more vintage clothes so I could establish my own quirky style. 43. My favourite TV series (which I can think of right now) are Red Dwarf, Friends, It Could be Worse, Chewing Gum and Miranda. 44. I really want to get hidden rainbow roots in my hair. 45. I'm (supposedly) allergic to Rabbits, Cats and household dust? Cats do make me feel on edge though so maybe that's a good thing for me... 46. I often get asked if me and my best friend are twins/sisters because apparently we look alike (Our families have gotten us confused at times?!) 47. My guilty pleasure is secret eating. You can often find me sneaking in the kitchen to get snacks shhh. 48. I attract some really weird guys but never actually anyone I like. 49. I'm a Disney fan. My favourite princess is Rapunzel. 50. I enjoy travelling and my favourite way to travel is by train. I feel like a lot can be accomplished on a journey. 51. I took art at college and for one of my projects I made a corset, tutu and waistcoat based on Assassins the musical. 52. I can fold my tongue in half and keep it there without using my teeth to hold it there. 53. I hardly ever burp and when I do it shocks me because it's not something that usually occurs. 54. I can listen to a musical soundtrack on repeat. At the moment it's Dear Evan Hansen which I've just booked tickets to! #firstbroadwayshow 55. I would like to write a book/play one day. 56. I would also like to star in a one woman play and I admire the people I see perform in them (when they're good of course.) 57. I played a Geordie version of the Fairy Godmother from Cinderella in which I wore a Mad Hatter outfit and put pegs in my sparkly, coloured back combed hair... 58. I have been in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat as part of the children's choir several times and can recite every word (and pretty much action) of the show. On my last performance I swapped seats with a friend so that I could spend my last performance on the top step. 59. I once got asked if I was from Scotland? (By a Southerner) 60. I'm often told I speak posh or very northern. There's no in between. 61. I work in The Blackpool Tower Ballroom. 62. I worked at Strictly last year and Anton Du Beke blew me a kiss. 63. Toasted scones from work is my favourite smell. I think I have acquired an unhealthy obsession with them since working there tbh... 64. I could probably recall all the names of the dances done at the ballroom but not actually dance any. 65. I rode to prom in a camper van. 66. I got 100% on my first acting assignment during my first year of higher education. 67. I once did some method acting and went out dressed as a made up character with a crutch and speaking with a stutter...(I created the character from a random picture shown to me from the internet which happened to be a ridiculously obese woman). I also played Medviedenko from The Seagull which resulted in me borrowing my best friend's boyfriend's clothes and drawing a beard on my face. Additionally, I played Scullery from Road; a homeless alcoholic... 68. I don't swear unless I have to on stage. 69. I've climbed a waterfall with a fractured little finger. 70. I studied German at GCSE and I can only remember a few words/phrases (one being Guten Tag) 71. I've played Miss Dorothy in Thoroughly Modern Millie and July in Annie. 72. I love people watching. 73. I'm terrible at accents. 74. I like tall guys in suits and glasses. 75. It annoys me when people think 'writ' is a word. It's 'I have written' or 'I wrote'. 76. I tend to cry when I'm not expecting to but not when I do expect to. 77. I cried my eyes the whole way through the second act of Book of Mormon because I found it absolutely hilarious (so much so the actors were laughing at me because I was on the front row). 78. I remember once when I was a kid I swung on a curtain in someones house and got kicked out. 79. In primary school I remember having a water fight with my friend in the toilets and got told I wasn't allowed to partake in IT so has to read a book instead 80. I've climbed a volcano in, snorkelled in the sea and been in a submarine in Lanzarote. 81. It makes me angry when people leave the theatre during the bows, before the show has fully finished. I've only done it on one occasion and that was at the interval (because the show was absolutely unbearable and it meant I could get home before silly 'o clock in the morning) The show was supposed to present Shakespeare's character's death's humorously but I'm pretty sure I didn't laugh once and one section of the show even included watching a fake fly buzzing on a camera for a good 5 minutes. 82. It also annoyes me when people eat (loudly) during a performance. Have some respect for the actors. 83. I hate not having a plan (especially when I'm on a holiday to a new place). 84. I have a wide taste in music. My Spotify playlists range from musicals (of course) to pop punk to rock to pop to folk to jazz...it's safe to say I like a little bit of everything (apart from dubstep because that's just a no no). 85. I have high aspirations and I've very critical of myself. 86. I once went on a tinder date (don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon). 87. I love milkshakes and hot chocolate. 88. The theatre cafe is my favourite cafe. 89. My favourite Starbucks syrup is gingerbread. 90. Sometimes bus drivers just charge me for a child on the bus without me asking. 91. I once played Oliver in a high school show and was faced with some onstage disasters...when being pushed into a wooden coffin, (a disaster in itself) my mic pack fell off and I picked up a tape measure instead. The big long napkin string thing I had to pickpocket out of Fagin's pocket had already fallen out so instead of picking it up I mimed stealing it and I also thought a 'nightcap' was a literal night cap, as apposed to a drink one drinks before bed. 92. I cried for a full hour when my high school music teacher told me he was leaving. 93. My uncle lives in Australia but I've never been there or seen him since I was a baby. 94. My favourite type of monkey is a squirrel monkey. 95. I'm really pale and barely tan. Once I got sun stroke at West End Live and threw up all the way home on the Coach for 6 hours...the sunburn was still visible 6 months after. 96. I tried peanut butter and jam together for the first time the other day and it was actually really nice. 97. I'm probably the most indecisive person you will ever meet. 98. I want to live in London one day (and potentially New York). 99. I ask for steak well done and my favourite type of steak is rump. 100. I don't drink coffee but you'll always find me in a coffee shop.

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Miss Atomic Bomb. (Aaron Tveit Fanfiction)

Chapter Four.

That saturday started weird. She woke up at ten o'clock, got dressed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Meanwhile, she woke up her brothers. Her usual routine on weekends was staying stuck at the computer until five in the morning, then turn it off and go to sleep, waking up at almost midday, turn on the computer again, go to the kitchen, grab a coffee, shout her siblings to wake up if they weren’t already watching tv while having breakfast and going back to her bedroom and stay in there all day, just getting out to eat or going to the bathroom. But that saturday was weird. It felt weird and Marie Anne knew why.

Her brothers woke up and when they arrived to the kitchen, there were pancakes, lattes, juice and their sister, already dressed with her hair in a ponytail. That never happened. Parker and Allan didn’t wanted to ask but they knew something was going on. They just needed time to find out or make her talk. They suspect it has something to do with the guy from the Yankees game but if they asked, their sister was going to say no. They knew her. She was a bit reserved with her private life and she only talked to them about it when she was completely sure what she was doing. And anyways, the fact that she might like someone didn’t mean she’d make breakfast and wouldn’t being asleep.

The park date/no date -cause she didn’t knew what to think about it- put her in that good mood. At the beginning she thought it was a terrible idea, but when he appeared all those stupid ideas went away. And even more every time he smiled at her or just laughed about one of her comments or joked. Just looking at his shinning blue eyes was a reason to try to give herself a pat on the back for the crazy impulsive idea of asking him out.

She wasn’t the kind of girl who follows her impulses. She was a calmed person. She tried to never argue, not getting angry, and solving problems instead of relying on them and let other people do it. She was also an independent girl. When she finished her career started to work immediately and got the control of her life. She helped her mom with her brothers, did most of the things at home, and most of the times helped her with the bills -something her mom deeply inside appreciated, but in the meantime she never mentioned or said “Thank you” to her-. Besides that, she worked in the office, and when she had something to do at home, she locked her inside with a big ham and cheese sandwich, a big glass of juice and her beloved laptop.

That night she was going out with an actor. Marie Anne had to repeat it for herself every some minutes because she couldn’t believe it. She didn’t ask him too much about it in the park. Didn’t wanted to sound interested in the bad way. Neither had the courage to search him in Google. If she was going to know him it wouldn’t be through Wikipedia or some stupid page. She didn’t even knew if he was famous or no, but she didn’t even care. She was interested in him before the park date. He was kind, and lovely, funny and she didn’t wanted internet to threw that down the drain. Internet used to do those things.

After breakfast, she went out shopping. Her brothers were about to call an ambulance because that girl, wasn’t their big sister. At least not the sister they’ve been living with for the last three years. She had nice clothes to go to work or go out with her friends but not something as nice to go out with a handsome guy like him. And she liked shopping but mostly online in the comfort of her home. That night she needed to look fine. Even more than fine. Marie Anne wanted to look classy and interesting at least for one night.

Five hours later and with some bags in her hands, the girl went back home. She didn’t pay attention to her brothers’ questions and walked straight to her room. She was happy her mother wasn’t there to say any comments because she wasn’t in the mood to handle it. She forgot to eat too, so after she left the bags in her room, got out and walked straight to the fridge to make herself something, while heating up a big cup of coffee with milk. Her brothers run to her as they saw her there.

“We need to talk.” Parker said first, looking at Marie Anne and standing beside her.

“About?” she asked, acting like she didn’t knew about what. She knew those boys almost as she knew herself.

“You. You went shopping. You never go shopping. Not alone at least. If you do you always go with us or you shop online.” Allan inquired standing in the other side so she couldn’t run away that fast.

“So what? Can’t I change my routines?” she prentended that nothing happened there.

“No. Not you. You don’t do such things as change routines” Parker affirmed, standing still beside her and staring at her eyes.

“Going shopping is not your thing sis. What’s going on?” Allan asked, clearly without expecting a no. Better said, not accepting a no.

Her brothers were so especial, in every possible way. They used to push her to tell them absolutely everything, and even when Marie Anne had her tricks to fool them, there were moments when they won. They were two. Besides, one thing was if they wanted to know something that happened at her work, or with their mother or father. She knew how to stop those instigations after all those years. But, in this case we have to highlight the difference. With the boy subject she had more trouble hiding it from her brothers. That included Aaron, a guy that she really liked, a boy she thought had something especial… things would be worse. So knowing this truth, Marie Anne had no other chance but telling them, and tried to find the words to explain the less details she could.

“I…” and she stopped herself for a second to think in the right words to say. “I have to go out tonight, okay? That’s all. I needed new clothes. And shoes. And maybe a bag or two. Or three. That’s it.” Marie Anne explained fast and grabbed her coffee and sandwich to go to the dinning table.

Parker followed her fast without thinking. “Woah woah what!? Allan! She’s going out!” Allan was right beside him.

“Is the Yankees blond guy?” the twins smiled and sat beside her in the dinning table.

“Of course the Yankees blond guy!!” Parker was already talking too much and Marie Anne knew that if they kept talking, they’d discover absolutely everything. Her brothers used that technique before, and always succeeded.

She didn’t knew what to say. If she told them how idiots they were they’ll knew she was trying to avoid the subject. If she say no they were going to know she was lying. And saying yes wasn’t even an option. After a sip of her coffee another option popped into her head. “I need your help.”

“Yas!” Parker shouted and shocked hands with his twin, laughing. “Whatever you need, sister” Allan and Parker looked at her expecting her to say something.

“I need you to tell me which dress looks better. I have a couple so…” she explained and grabbed a bit of her sandwich. She knew they were going to be happy with that at least for some hours.

“You want us to tell you which one you think he’s going to like more?” Parker joked with a big grin on his face.

“Or with which one you look prettier, uh?” Allan followed his twin’s joke. “You look pretty with anything you put on, sis.” “Al’s right, Mar… So, are you going to show us?” They both were running to her room.

“I’m eating, guys!” she yelled and grabbed her cup and sandwich to finish it in her room. “Don’t touch anything if your hands are dirty or I swear I’ll kill you!”.

When she walked in they were already trying to open the bags but stopped at the second they saw her grumpy face in the door. “Did I see a blue dress in there?” Allan tried to take a look inside a bag.

“Yes. Show me your hands and if they are clean you can grab them very carefully.” she demanded, leaving her food on the desk and standing in front of them. The boys extended their hands and show her they were all clean with big smiles on their face like good boys. “Be careful.” and with that they both opened the bags like kids on Christmas morning.

“Oh my God, look at this bad boy!” Parker took out a beautiful black dress and stood up showing her dress in front of them. “Try this one first!”

“No, no… Hang on. Look at this. Seriously sis, you can rock his world with this one!” Allan took our the blue dress. “Try this one first.”

“There’s three more there…” she pointed at another bag as she grabbed the two dresses from their brothers’ hands and went to the bathroom to try those two first.

Her little brothers took out the dresses, and the shoes and argued about which one was the most pretty, sexy, ugliest, and all those kind of things. Meanwhile, Marie Anne got out with the blue dress on it. “So…? How do I look?” her brothers stayed silent looking at her.

“So…”

“Damn…”

“Pretty.” they both dropped their jaws to the floor.

“Really?” she blushed and felt so dumb to be there with a new dress. She just wished one of those dresses had the same effect on Aaron than with her brothers.

“Try the blue one!” Allan exclaimed, still trying to recover from the effect of the black dress. They couldn’t believe their sister was wearing a dress like that.

“Yes, go!!” Parker laid in her bed and looked at the roof. He just wished that one day he’d have a girl as pretty as his sister. “She’s soo going out with the Yankees guy..” Allan laughed with Parker.

“I HEARD YOU!” Marie Anne yelled on the way to the bathroom.

“And he’ll lose his mind” they both laughed and got ready another couple of dresses for her.

Marie Anne came back to the bedroom with the blue dress on and a grumpy expression trying to scare the twins. “Stop it, yes? I’ll do this on my own if you keep making jokes.”

“We just want to know if you are going out with him!” Parker complained acting more like a five year-old boy than a sixteen year old teenager.

“Yes! We already know, so…just admit it!” Allan looked at her with a sassy face. Parker laughed at his brother’s joke.

“No…” and she wanted to keep a straight face but it was getting harder and harder every minute.

“Come ooon…” Allan stood up and walked to her and looked her into her eyes. “He’s a sexy blond stud… Even we know that… Just say it”

“Stop it.” she murmured trying to not smile. They were right. God, they were so damn right.

“That’s a little smile showing up?” Allan smiled poking her cheek.

“Uh, I think it iiis…” Parker stood up and walked to her and started to poke her other cheek. “He’s a blond sexy handsome guy…”

“He is really pretty and sweet…” Allan followed immediately his brother’s plan and she started to smile.

“You can’t tell anyone about this…” and she finally smiled showing how happy she was.

“C'mon, we know how to keep secrets!” Allan exclaimed all excited for Marie Anne. If someone deserved to have a nice guy in her life, that was their awesome sister.

“I saw him yesterday…” she murmured, hiding her face with her hands.

“Aaawww” Parker said and both of them hugged her. “Tell us everything, come on…” Allan sat her on her bed, and Parker gave her her sandwich and her coffee.

The twins always had that power with her. It was awful but since she remembered they could convince her of almost everything and Marie Anne had no idea why she thought that day will be different. “So, where did you meet?” Parker sat on the floor in front of her.

“God, why I’m telling you this? You are my baby brothers!” she complained, drinking her coffee.

“Because we are better than your friends.” Allan explained.

“Way better.” Parker affirmed without doubt. “So, tell us.”

“We met in Brooklyn. That place I like near the river and the bridge.” the girl started to explained but Allan cut her.

“Wait. How do you did it? You didn’t knew his name…” Allan inquired, thinking already in ways she could have got his number without them noticing.

“He’s right.” Parker looked at her. “How did you do to meet?”. Both of them were looking at her a bit confused, waiting for her answer.

“He gave me his number. When you were leaving the stadium he offered me his hand to shake it and he gave me this…” and she got up to get the little paper with his number that she had hidding in her nightstand. When she came back she gave it to their brothers.

“OOohhh!!” They both yelled and applauded. “That’s my boy!!”

“We came home and I send him a text. We started to talk and I…” Marie Anne had to take a deep breath before she could say it. “I asked if he wanted to do something…” she said in a whisper.

“Uhhh… You took the first step, amazing” Parker looked surprised. “And so… What happened next? I mean, he said yes, of course. You met there so… How did that go?“. Parker asked, wanting to skip forward to the interesting part. Allan, who was sitting beside her, stood up and sat beside Parker on the floor. They both had the faces like if she was telling them one of her bedtime’s stories.

"Good. Really good. We just stayed there talking and making jokes. He’s really funny and sweet. We were talking and he told me he’s an actor so I make a joke and he invited me to dinner tonight…”.

When she was going to keep talking Allan place his hand in the hair to stop the conversation for a second so he could talk. “He’s… He’s what??”

“An actor…” Marie Anne murmured and at that second she regret saying that.

The twins went running to the computer and were about to google him, when they realized they didn’t know his last name. Not even his name. “What did you say his name was?!” screamed Parker from his bedroom.

“Aaron…” and she started to curse herself for being so stupid.

“Aaron what?” shouted Allan, already looking for all the actors named Aaron in the internet.

“I won’t tell you!”. She knew they would find him. The boys were like two little hackers that could find anything they wanted in just seconds. Marie Anne always thought it was some kind of gift. Their parents just thought it was dangerous.

“Look at this beauty…” Parker exclaimed when he found him. Aaron Tveit. He put his name into Wikipedia in that very moment.

“Oh, hello… Mar…! You’ll like to see this!” Allan was really enjoying it. They found out in a second all the things he did; movies, plays, musicals, tv shows… They were in Disneyland.

“No. I don’t wanna see anything. I told him I wasn’t going to Google him so no. I don’t wanna know what he did for a stupid computer. I want him to tell me, okay?? and she ignored them as she started to look at the other three dresses on her bed.

"You didn’t, we did!” Parker was already downloading all he could of all the things he did as Allan went for Marie Anne.

“Uh look at this pic… I bet we just saw of him more than you!!” the boy started to laugh and saw thousands of pictures of Aaron in Google. “Oh my God, he’s hot!” Parker was truly having fun.

“You remember who gave you those new computers for Christmas even when mom and dad didn’t wanted, right? Cause I can get them back. Or way better. Change the WiFi password.” she threat them.

“Come come! Look at this!!” Allan found some funny videos of him and now he was truly interester in her sister to watch them.

“You are two idiots.” she exclaimed closing the door of her bedroom. She wasn’t in the mood to handle their jokes when she was so damn nervous about that night and had to do so many things.

“Hey, no wait!” Parker came running to her bedroom and Allan followed him. They were really sorry for it. “Hey, Mar… Sorry… We didn’t want to…” he said knocking the door.

“Just go and keep doing whatever you want. I’m busy. I won’t ruin my day and night for this.” Parker went back to the computer. “What are you doing?” Allan followed his twin brother. A few seconds later, Marie Anne’s phone, ringed. Allan and Parker came back to their sister’s door.

Marie Anne got her phone in case the one texting her was Aaron, but instead she found a text from Parker. When she open it she saw a photo of Aaron smiling at the camera. In one hand she wanted to kick her brothers, but in the other side her heart just melt for seeing those eyes and smile. “Its not funny, guys!” she yelled at them as she opened the door enough to look at them. They got into her room and hugged her.

“Don’t get mad, come on” Allan said as he kissed her head and Parker was also holding her tight. “He’s a cinnamon roll and we like him for you, come on…”

“You don’t even know him. You talked about baseball for an hour…” she murmured while hugging Allan and holding Parker’s hand. Those boy could be silly, but they were her silly kids. She wouldn’t change them for the world and she will do everything for them.

“We love you, Mar” they said that at the same time like they always do, cause their sister loved it when they do twins’ things.

“You are two idiots.” she smiled laughing a little bit. “You got that photo from Google?”

“Yes, we looked for him and he has a thousand pictures.” Parker said leading her to their bedroom. “He has made a shit ton of things, he’s amazing”. Allan followed them, all excited to show his big sister how much he liked him to be his brother-in-law.

“Guys, I love you and I really appreciate your enthusiasm but I don’t wanna fuck this up. You can watch whatever you want but I won’t do it.” Marie Anne explained and lay down in Parker’s bed. She stayed there looking at the roof to not see the computer screen. In that moment Parker put a video from youtube of him singing and both of the twins stayed in silence. “You screw it. I’m leaving.” Marie Anne affirmed and got up from bed to leave the room. She really wanted to discover thing talking with him but her brothers clearly didn’t understood that.

“Okay, okay!! I’m sorry! But he sings so damn well!” Parker ran after her.

“But you fucked up! I had no fucking idea he could sing! He was supposed to tell me, not you! Its not that hard, guys!” Marie Anne yelled at them in the way to her room. “I don’t even know why I tell you things!”

Her brothers stayed at their room, feeling guilty for making their sister feel uncomfortable. Parker turned off the music and they both stayed silent in their room.

That’s how Marie Anne’s mood got ruined for the rest of the day. She tried her new dresses and she felt like none of them fit them good. She didn’t like it how they looked on her and she hate it. That was the last thing she was going to tell to Parker and Allan for a really good time.

Allan and Parker didn’t know what to do to ask her for forgiveness. Allan went to her sister’s room and knocked. “Mar…” “I don’t wanna talk. I’m busy.” she answered a little too loud and in a really bad way.

“We’re sorry. I… I came alone because Park doesn’t want to come because he knows you’re mad. We just wanted to help, Mar…” said Allan, sadly in the other side of the door, talking slowly trying to not make her feel worse. They were two excited young men who still didn’t measure the consequences and felt everything was a game. Now they discovered it was not. “Parker said we won’t joke with that again and… We understand if you don’t talk to us about it anymore.” Allan moved away and walked to his room again. Even after what happened before, they were two amazing kids, with a huge heart and good intentions. That was something Marie Anne always had in consideration.

Marie Anne couldn’t get mad at them. She never could, not when they were little kids and not now as teenagers. She knew they didn’t meant to make her mad or anything, she just wished they could hear when someone tells them to stop the jokes in time. She also couldn’t handle hear them sad, so she left her room and went to theirs. “You really have to learn when to stop the jokes, guys…” she murmured once she get in the boys room.

“We’re so sorry… We like this guy and want you to be okay…” said Parker, almost whispering from his bed. He was laying on it, facing the wall. Allan was just sitting in his bed, looking at nowhere when Marie Anne came in. “We don’t want you to be upset with us…”. They were really sweet, and there was no evil in them.

“Look, its my fault, okay? You are my little brothers, maybe its my bad for treat you like grown up people and not like teenagers. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you some stuff, but I end up doing it cause I trust you both more than anyone.” she breathed deep before she keep going. “I know you don’t mean wrong but you gotta listen when I tell you to stop. I really don’t wanna screw this up…”

“Neither do we!” said Allan said jumping of the bed. “We’re such a jerks, we won’t do that anymore… We just… Found it… So amazing and… We got overexcited. We’re sorry.” He looked at Marie Anne and now they were the both of them glancing at their sister, waiting for forgiveness.

“You look so pretty with that red dress, by the way.” Parker was always the one who broke the ice in those situations, and tried to warm things up smiling at Marie Anne.

“You are not jerks. You are silly boys, but my favorite silly boys, so its fine.” she smiled and went to sit in the middle of them. “I really like him, guys. He’s the nicest guy I ever met.”

The boys looked at her, smiling. Allan took her hand between his and put his head on her shoulder. “We’re so happy for you, Mar…” he said, while kissing her hand.

“We never saw you this… Enthusiastic for any boy. That’s a good sign.” Parker took her by her arm and kissed her cheek. “This must be a great man.”

“Oh, and by the way. If he hurts you, we’ll kill him”, Allan was smiling when warned his sister.

“We already decided what are we going to do with him if that ever happens…” Parker had the ability of raising his right eyebrow like if it was a hook, squint, puck and make anything sound perverse and evil. He once said he was going out with Allan for finishing some work, and Marie Anne really thought they were going to kill someone. “But until then…” He came back to his peaceful and happy face like it was nothing. That was one of the reasons why Allan said that he was going to be a better actor than a journalist, and that he was going to hire him to star in one of his movies. Marie Anne always laughed when she saw Parker annoyed by those comments. They were like a married couple.

“Oh yes? What are you going to do, Godfather?” she asked smiled and punching him slightly in the stomach with her elbow. She hated how they could make her laugh even when she wasn’t in the mood for doing it.

Parker put his evil face again and looked at her. After that, he cleared his voice, and talked with the Godfather’s voice, which made Allan start to laugh at the instant. “I am… Going to kill him, his brother, his sister, his nephews, his parents, his dog, his cat, and his grandma. And if she’s dead, I’ll resurrect her and I’ll kill her again.” Allan couldn’t stop laughing.

“That’s a Pablo Escobar’ line, not one of the Godfather!!” he was such a movie buff, so he knew all the things about movies anyone can even imagine. He used to act like a “tip” when anyone was watching a movie. He just walked into the room, said an interesting fact about the actors, or the story of the book the character was reading, and without any more to say, just left. He loved doing that. That, and correcting his brother, at almost anything.

“He doesn’t have a sister. He has a brother. And a dog. He’s not very friend of cats so…” she explained to Parker and tried to keep a straight face. It was hard as hell cause all she wanted to do was laugh like Allan, but play alone with Parker was too much fun and she couldn’t help it. Besides, Marie Anne knew she shouldn’t have let them watch The Godfather when some years ago, since then he started with the silly joke that her mom hated.

“In that case, we’ll have to get him a little cat, make him love him, and KILL HIM.” after he said that, not even Parker could hold a giggle, and that was enough to make Allan get worse and make Marie Anne finally laugh.

“You know what’s worse? That if I got him right here you would act like two five years old excited kids and not all badass like you are doing now!” Marie Anne laughed because everything was too much. She couldn’t love those two silly boys more and couldn’t be more than five minutes mad at them.

“We’ll behave and act like grown ups. Wanna bet?” Allan offered his hand to his big sister. She always knew betting was going to be a problem to him. He liked to bet for anything. And the real problem, was that he always won. Although… Maybe it wasn’t going to be a problem at all.

“Yes! You’ll see. We’ll act like adults, and we’ll show you we both ARE real badasses, and we’ll tell him what we just told you.” Parker offered his hand too. He never let his brother apart, and neither did Allan. “Ten bucks.”

“Okay.” the girl accepted the deal and shaked first Allan’s hand and the Parker’s. She knew this time they were going to have a hard time to win the bet. “And now bets are made, I have to get a shower and get ready.” she smiled and kissed their heads, then got up. “Oh, by the way, not a word to mom or dad about this. If she comes back from grandma’s tell her I’m out with some friends and I’ll be back late. Just don’t mention Aaron or a date, okay?”

“Aye, captain!” both said that at unison and then left. They were going to put all their efforts to win that bet. “Are you… Going to tell us how it goes… Later?”. Allan was the one who spoke for both in that moment. He was the most peacemaker of the Woods twins.

“Of course I will.” she affirmed and kissed their heads one more time. “I love you both, good?”

“We love you too, captain” said the twins and laughed looking at her. “You’re the most amazing sister we could ever have.”. Allan was such a sentimental boy, and every time he had a chance, he showed it up.

“That’s not true. Oh, and by the way, Aaron said you are amazing kids. See yaa!” and with that bomb dropped she started to walk to her room once again. Marie Anne knew they were going to freak out just with that little thing and she loved to bother them even with little silly things.

They clearly freaked out when she said that. They jumped in their beds and went running to their computers to look more information about him. Actually it felt like he was their crush. It was very funny to Marie Anne to look at that show they made every time she talked about him.

She went to her bedroom laughing about the scene the boys were making, then grabbed the necessary things and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She usually took like 20 minutes showering and getting ready, but that day she spent an hour locked in the bathroom with the twins complaining two or three times cause they wanted to get in to use it. She just told them to wait or go to the bathroom that was in their mother’s room. She was going to enjoy that night, so she took her time to relax. She stayed a half an hour more to get herself ready.

When her brothers heard her getting out of the bathroom, the got into her room to help her to pick the dress. At some point, they looked more excited than her. After another half hour deciding the Woods siblings chose a burgundy dress. It was more the boy’s decision, but she was okay with them. When they were trying to decide which shoes she should wear her phone buzzed in her desk.

“Uuuuuh that’s a text! Wanna see it!” Allan yelled, jumping to grab the phone and see who texted Marie Anne.

“Hell no! Stay right there, boy” she walked through the room and picked her phone. “Don’t you know how to respect a woman’s privacy?” she said, looking at her phone.

“You’re our big sister so…” Parker said just before laughing.

“Oh, I see… I won’t tell you anything, you know?” she tried to put an angry face, but every human being in that room knew that was crap.

“Don’t get mad, Mar… What does it say?” Allan went to sit back with his sibling.

“Nothing big. He can’t come and pick me for some work stuff he has to do before and was last hour call. He asks if we can meet in the place.” she explained, but she didn’t told them the whole text. She skip the part when he was saying he was looking forward to see her and that he was going to pay her back for not being able to pick her like he promised.

“Just that? C'mon!” Parker exclaimed like he was the one getting the text.

“Really just that…? That’s ruuuuude…” Allan said that in a girly way that made his brother laugh. “Can’t believe it!”

Marie Anne couldn’t help but smile at the text. Reading that he wanted to see her made her smile like a silly, happy girl.

“Wait, she’s smiling, he said something else!” Parker exclaimed, watching her face closely. “Listen, little girl. Tell us or we’ll open Messenger in your magically ON computer, and we’ll read the text. You know I’ll do it.” he threatened her and pointed her with his finger.

“Don’t you dare, little boy!” she pointed at him too. There was no way she’ll let them do it.

“Then just say it! It cannot be a dirty thing, this is your second date.” remarked Parker.

“And if it is, then he’s a pervert jerk.” Allan smiled at her. It was his famous fake smile that he used to take out in those cases. He looked creepy.

“You are idiots. I’m changing the WiFi password now…” she said walking to the computer. She wanted to sound serious but it was pretty hard with them acting like that.

“Marie Anne, come on. We just wanna know! You were smiling and that’s because he said something nice to you and we wanna know!” Allan just stayed sitting in her bed and looking how Parker tried to not let her reach the computer.

“You can’t know everything adults say, boys, c'mon…” the girl argue trying to reach the computer. She wasn’t going to change the password of the WiFi, just turn the computer off so they couldn’t see anything.

“Then its dirty stuff!” Parker insisted holding her away from the desk.

“It cannot be, Park, she’d never date a dick like that…” Allan just laid on the bed and crossed his arms under his head, resigned, knowing their sister wasn’t going to tell them anything.

“Parker, just let me go! I need to get ready, man!” she insisted and then Parker had a great idea. If he couldn’t get the computer or her to talk, he’ll get the phone. And that’s what he did, Marie Anne got distracted and grabbed her phone, then throw it to Allan. “Think fast, bro!”

Allan took it and read the message out loud: “Hey there, Marie Anne! Look, something happened with some work stuff and I’ll have to stay longer, so I won’t get in time to pick you up. I’m so so sorry. I was wondering if we can meet in the restaurant.” Allan tried to read it like an adult, lowing his voice. “I’m really sorry, I don’t use to break my promises like this. I’ll pay you back for this -woah, that sounded really nice, sis!-. I��m looking forward to see you tonight…” Allan gave Marie Anne back her phone gently.

“It wasn’t that bad, Mar…” Parker sat beside Allan, and they both looked at her. “He sounds like a really good guy.”

Allan cleared his voice, and talked with a very polite English accent. “He is a proper lord, my Queen. I would like to enjoy his presence one day, if I may ask.” Parker smiled. He loved when his brother made impressions of other accents.

“You can if you behave, good sir. No fanboy pictures or autographs. And no telling to anyone I’m going on a date with him, okay? Nobody. Not even your friends.” she insisted in a very serious tone. She was really scared that someone was going to screw it.

“And give me that.” she examined, taking her phone back.

“Aye, Captain Marie Anne. Don’t worry” smiled Parker.

“We got your back, Mar.” Allan laid on his sister’s bed, and both of the twins were clearly satisfied with that situation. Obviously, they were waiting until Marie Anne left the house to keep looking for information about him.

“What do you want now, guys?” she asked looking at them. She knew them well enough to know they were waiting something. “I mean, you are still here… Want me to give you a class of how to do your make-up?”

“Duh, Mar! We already know how to do our make up!” Parker exclaimed and Allan laughed at his brother’s joke. They both stood up. “Guess is time to go…” Parker led the path to their room. “You’ll rock it tonight.” they smiled and left.

“I’ll tell you when I’m done so you tell me what you think.” Marie Anne winked at them and closed the door then the boys were out.

Once Marie Anne was alone she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good with that dress after all. And if the date was as good as she thought it was going to be, they’ll be more than fine. ←  Previous Chapter.                                                                  Next Chapter.  →