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thearcanecat · 2 months ago

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Hadestown tour!!!! Absolutely amazing all time favorite musical. Some details I noticed or liked!

Hermes and Eurydice hug at the top of the show.

The Audience was too quick on the “aight” and Hermes like wiggled his finger at us and made us do it again.

When Eurydice asks if anybody has a match, Orpheus scrambled to find one and tries to give it to her but she took Hermes’ already.

Harmonies! I don’t know all the technical terms but everyone sounded amazing!

Really loved Megan Colton as Eurydice. She comes off more teasing in Come Home With Me. It read more playful than the obc which I really liked. Made their romance more believable and less of a 180. I don’t know that’s the one part of the obc caste recording that never really clicked with me.

During Epic 1, Persephone and then Hades stop to look at Orpheus. Persephone stands up to look over the railing. Then when she’s getting ready to leave, she tries to get Hades’ attention. Touches his arm, stares in his direction. But he only looks once she’s turned her back on him. And the spotlight follows Persephone and doesn’t come back to him, leaving him in shadow until it’s time to collect Persephone.

Orpheus did a little jump to get in between Eurydice and Hades and when the workers are getting ready to leave, Eurydice makes to follow them it Orpheus stops her, wrapping her in a hug. This is reversed later when Orpheus confronts Hades and Eurydice tries to stop him.

Towards the end of Chant a little before“people starve” Eurydice collapses and her position completes a circle the workers have formed. Like she’s already one of them.

More music appreciation. Just everything about it.

They don’t have the sinking middle part of the stage, but I really love how they adapted. It leaned into Hermes as psychopomp. He stood jangling a coin purse but when Eurydice approaches they both stop, recognizing each other. And it’s Eurydice to reaches out to stop the coin into his bag, a single clink on a silent stage. She makes her choice on her own and she forces Hermes to accept it, even if he doesn’t want to. She trips slightly walking up the stairs, and though she looks back several times, she makes no move to return.

Wait for me is so good. The harmonies and Orpheus’ solo at the end. The build up of all the instruments.

In Why We Build the Wall Hades had a bit of an echo/reverb, like his words were being broadcast across the city. Hades also had a phenomenal voice and he shouted a good few of his lines. But then the final free most of the big instruments cut out and it was just so ethereal. That little of bit of hope that makes you see why the workers buy into and believe it.

Persephone also amazing! Really liked her voice and she was great at being that bit of sunlight in Hades.

Hermes took his jacket off for the second act and looked awesome.

Flowers is always so good. Just Eurydice center stage in grief.

In Chant (reprise) the workers form a statue and our main cast cycles in and out, pushing each other out of the way to stand in the center.

During Epic III Hades moves around s the stage and it’s left to interpretation if he’s advancing to hurt someone or if he’s trying to flee. Persephone gets in front of him and blocks his path, and Hermes reaches out as if to stop him.

Promises really showed Orpheus and Eurydice’s reversal of outlooks. Eurydice is so confident that Hades will let them go, while Orpheus keeps questioning things. Eurydice dances around the stage, talking to the workers while Orpheus stands still.

The lighting for the whole show was amazing. Big flashes when the music swells. Warm tones for most scenes. But then Doubt Comes In and the stage is dark. Orpheus is bathed in cool light, Eurydice cloaked in shadow. The Fates float around with their lanterns.

And after he turns around, Eurydice sounds so distraught. Like of course it’s me why wouldn’t it be me. And she’s carried off by two of the chorus who lift her up. And Orpheus lays crumpled in grief as Hermes sings without music.

Everyone did amazing I love this show so much. @nabwastaken (cause you wanted to hear about this)

#the arcane cat can talk #hadestown

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kingofthe-egirls · 11 months ago

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TEXT ME: SHOYO x Y/N (part 3)

series

(cw: kissing, shoyo dances ballet w you, reader shiratorizawa game, all fluffy team dynamics, reader hangs with shimizu and yachi, ik the timeline is weird but it’s all i can do, plot)

(a/n: why am i writing a novel)

words: 1.5k

****

The next week comes and goes. It’s a blur of text messages, classes, and ballet practice. The Rose Fairy solo is still in the beginning stages of learning the choreography.

It’s scary.

But you practice every night after school, and give it your all during rehearsal. The costume is going to be pink and fluffy—a traditional tutu—and you couldn’t be more excited.

You’re sitting on the glossy wood floor of the studio you’ve rented for an hour. You’re tying your pointe shoes as you wait for Shoyo to show up. You wiggle your toes into the lambs wool padding, and stand up.

You move to the barre to start a plié/relevé warm up. Your hands move gracefully through the positions. The air feels cool and refreshing as you gently sway through the movements.

Your phone buzzes.

where is this place??

You smile and type out directions. Shoyo is late, but he’s also so cute when he’s lost. Five minutes of texting directions pass, and eventually Shoyo’s sweet, orange head peeks through the studio doorway. He’s wearing his black tracksuit with Karasuno written on the chest. He’s smiling sheepishly.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says as he scratches the back of his head.

“S’okay,” you smile. You’re in a leotard, tights, and pastel pink wrap skirt. He stares at your figure, before blushing and looking pointedly away. You smirk, but

you’re blushing,

too.

“Where should we start?” He asks, hands on his hips. He stands in the middle of the glossy studio, looking around with wide-eyed curiosity.

“Promenade,” you say, stepping over in your pointe shoes to show him the move, “Like this,” you lift up on one leg, twirling around in place as he slowly twirls with you. He’s holding your hand above your head as your leg curves around his back. His other hand holds your waist as he leads you in a slow, gentle circle.

“Perfect,” you say, somewhat surprised, “Why are you so good at this?” His form is sloppy, but his hands are strong and sure as they steady you in place. Safe.

Hinata shrugs.

“I dunno!” He’s smiling wide.

Now that the dance move is over, his hands on your waist suddenly heat through you. You’ve been so focused on technique that your body is only now catching up to how close you two are. You clear your throat.

“Pirouette is next,” you say softly. Shoyo is slightly shorter than you: with a lithe, wiry frame and big hands. He’s radiating heat like the sun, and you can feel your cheeks burn. Every point of contact is a new, exhilarating, butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling.

He gently circles his hands around your waist, supporting you as you spin. You’re dizzy as you land, but it’s not from the pirouette.

His hands are so warm.

“Um,” you say suddenly, spinning in place to face him. His hands are still steadying your waist, and his cheeks are slightly rosy. Slowly, nervously, you lean forward to kiss him.

He kisses you back.

Stunned and dizzy, you melt into the kiss in the middle of the studio.

His hands are on your waist, and you’ve never felt so warm.

“Can—,” you say, pulling back just a bit, “Can I be your girlfriend?”

Shoyo nods eagerly, lips still brushing yours. “Yes, please.”

You giggle, and wrap your arms around his neck. His orange hair is soft beneath your fingers. You stroke it, smiling with your cheek pressed against his.

“Will you come see me?” You ask, “The recital’s in a few weeks.” You’re shy as you ask, voice hidden in his shoulder blade.

“Of course!” Shoyo says enthusiastically, “I’ll bring flowers.”

Your smile widens, and you place a small kiss to the top of his shoulder.

“You better.”

****

The next few weeks are filled with rehearsal, homework, and texting Shoyo. He’s so interesting. So passionate. You can’t ever get bored, speaking with him.

He’s cute, too.

Shoyo visits you on the weekends, helping you dance in exchange for volleyball tosses. You’re passing the ball back and forth as he excitedly tells you about his latest game.

“And then Kageyama tossed to me super quick and it’s like the ball gets sucked right up into my hand, and pow!! I got to spike it and scored a point!” He holds the volleyball in one hand as stares at his other palm. He grins up at you, “Also I hit the ball with my foot when Kageyama missed.”

You laugh, outright. “Your foot?”

He snickers, nodding. “Yep! We scored that point, too.”

“Oh!” You catch the volleyball as he tosses it to you. You hold it in both hands, turning it over. It’s scuffed up and well-worn. “When can I come see your next game?” You smile down at the ball, blushing slightly. “It was fun seeing you at the practice match.”

He beams. “Next game is this weekend! We’re playing…,” his face darkens suddenly, “Shiratorizawa.”

He stares intensely at you, fists clenched. “We’re going to win.”

You nod.

“Yes, you will.”

He straightens, puffing out his chest. He nods, once. “Mm!”

You smile, and close the short distance between you. He stares down at you with a burning ambition. His hands wrap around the volleyball as you hold it between you. Energy crackles around him.

“I mean it.”

****

You fidget in the stands.

Karasuno is facing off Shiratorizawa at the Inter-High prelims. The powerhouse school has a full marching band and cheer team.

You scowl.

Standing, you call down to the boys in navy blue and orange. “Karasuno! Karasuno!”

Shoyo looks up from the court, and smiles.

****

They win.

The game is intense: lasting multiple sets with everyone giving their all. You cheer whenever Shoyo scores. He keeps looking up at you, relishing the sound of your voice.

When the last point has been scored—when Karasuno wins—you erupt into cheers with the rest of the crowd. The team falls into each other: one big puppy pile of laughter and hugs. You’re so proud of them! You run down with Yachi, the new assistant manager.

Shoyo is waiting for you with open arms. He’s smiling, his fiery hair is wild, and he smells like sweat as he embraces you.

“Didja see?!” He bounces up and down in your arms.

“Yes!!!”

He kisses you.

Cheers and taunts rise from his teammates, but neither of you care. You pull away, dizzy.

“I gotta go shower, but then you should come get dinner with us!”

“Mkay!” You happily oblige.

You hang with Shimizu and Yachi while the boys get ready.

The two girls are quiet and friendly, and you find yourselves gushing over how cool this team is, how passionate they all are, how athletic and impressive.

Shoyo is beaming when he comes back with a white t-shirt and tracksuit. His team surrounds him: each boy glowing with pride and victory. He hugs you, and kisses you again. He pulls back, brown eyes bright. You ruffle his orange hair.

“Proud of you,” you whisper.

He smiles, and intertwines his hand with yours as you both walk with the team out of the building. The fresh air hits you with a slight breeze.

The sun is shining brightly in a clear blue sky.

The team is boisterous: jumping and yelling congratulations to each other. Hinata joins in with swooshing demonstrations of his scored spikes.

The tall, black-haired boy scowls, but still looks proud.

The shorter, brown-haired boy is laughing and jumping with Shoyo, and you can’t help but be swept away by their updrafts of team spirit.

“They really are a flock of crows,” you say, staring at their loud, celebrating forms. Yachi hums and nods.

“It’s their greatest strength,” Shimizu quietly says. She sorta reminds you of your younger brother Kenma. All quiet and reserved, but caring deeply. At least, sort of caring in Kenma’s case. You smile.

“Y/n!!!” Shoyo says happily, bouncing up beside you, “Come meet everyone!”

He drags you by the hand, introducing you to his friends. Their names and faces all blur together in a big, happy flock of players.

The brown-haired libero and the shaved-head spiker seem particularly interested in you. They stare openly at your face, all fired up.

“What’s your name?”

“Do you play volleyball?”

“How tall are you?”

You snicker as you all make your way to the restaurant, “Y/n, no, and 5’4.”

They nod sagely at your answers.

Shoyo pipes up, “She dances ballet! She goes up on her tippy toes and spins too!! She’s so good at it!!!” Shoyo hypes you up as you all slide into your seats. A fabulous feast is laid out before you.

The team is warm and welcoming as you join in on their celebratory dinner. Asahi is nervous, Nishinoya is boisterous, Kageyama is scowling even as he eats, and Tanaka keeps staring doe-eyed at Shimizu.

You smile, and eat your food.

****

#dumpster dive #shoyo fanfic #shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu fanfiction

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vanfleeter · 1 year ago

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Soft Dad!Jake Blurb:

You know how Jake plays Rockin' Robin during one of his solos, one of the fun things he likes doing.

Music, he quickly discovered, was one of the best ways to bond with his kids.

Ever since having Tommy, he plays Rockin' Robin for him at any given time. Sometimes you'll hear it playing from the bluetooth speaker as he cooks dinner while Tommy wiggles his hips in his high chair.

Maybe you'll catch Jake humming it through the baby monitor as he rocks Tommy to sleep before his nap.

There will be the occasional times where Jake will pull put his guitar and play it while Tommy dances around the living room.

Most times it's in the car where they both, unabashedly, would sing the lyrics at the top of their lungs together.

There was one time, while at a wedding for a friend, the song began to play and Tommy would seek out Jake wherever he would be and drag him back to the dance floor to dance along to the song.

That song became theirs. And no matter where they were or what they were doing, if they heard that song playing, they would stop whatever it was just to have fun.

#greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet #dad!jake

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chiskz · 2 years ago

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▶️ Stray Kids Seungmin and Chichi moments | SeungChi

🎥 description from the author of the video: Hi! There it is - compilation of Seungmin and Chichi moments to celebrate the fact that they are a couple! It was unexpected, but my heart is very happy. Enjoy! ♡

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fan's montage.

with others:

Han starts dancing randomly moving over to Seungmin to dance with him. He just looks at him appraisingly and walks away.

Bang Chan stands behind Seungmin and moves his arms to the music, laughing out loud. Seungmin doesn't react (*poor boy is already used to it*).

with Chichi:

Chichi grabs his little finger with her little finger and starts moving his hand gently. Seungmin takes her hand with his whole hand and turns her around gently, starting to dance slowly.

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One of the group vlives. Seungmin is bothering Chichi until she finally looks at him. He wiggles his fingers to give him her skzoo plushie, Tiichi. She hands him the tiger and he immediately lets Tiichi kiss PuppyM. Chichi immediately covers her face with hands, but from the shaking of her shoulders you can see that she is laughing.

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One of the group vlive. Seungmin once again jokes about Chan's age. Han gets up from his chair and points an accusing finger at Chichi.

"But she is even older!" He called out and sat back down as Minho tugged at his shirt. Chichi sticks his tongue out at him.

"Prove it!"

"Right, prove it." Seungmin chimed in and went back to reading the comments on Felix's phone.

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One of the group vlive at the hotel. The members are talking among themselves, Chan is talking to the camera. Seungmin and Chichi are out of frame and take turns poking their heads at the camera while making silly faces.

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One of the interviews. Members are in the process of discussing whether they prefer to eat alone or with others. Chichi speaks up saying that Seungmin often calls her when they are apart and eat together on video call. He did it so often that Chichi started to miss him when he didn't. Then she called him herself, and Seungmin admitted that he was even more happy with it than when he was the first to call.

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One of Seungmin and Jeongin's vlive. Seungmin started humming Chichi's part in MANIAC, but stopped, then started singing louder, trying to imitate Chi's husky voice. I.N. started laughing at him.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because it's cute. This hoarseness is adorable... Right, STAY? Cute."

"You sound like you're trying to justify yourself!"

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Concert recording. Seungmin offers Chichi to take her piggyback. However, she starts laughing and crouches down herself, proposing the same to him. Seungmin hesitates but eventually jumps on her back and they run for a few meters together. During that, Seungmin buries his face in her hair.

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Seungmin solo vlive. Seungmin reads the comments, scratching his cheek with one finger.

"Yes, since I took my braces off I can be a rapper! Not that I haven't been one before. I will take some extra lessons with Chichi though." He speaks with pride, returning to the comments. "Why not lessons with Changbin?" Seungmin thinks for a moment, it's visible that he is trying to hide his slight embarrassment. "Just the first person that came to my mind. I think she's slightly better than Changbin at imparting knowledge. For example, with choreography... she always knows the easiest way to explain something. It helps a lot."

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One of the variety shows. Members are cooking. Chichi stands next to Seungmin, giving him some vegetables to taste. He gives her meat in return. The food exchange lasts so long that they end up eating the ingredients before the actual cooking.

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SKZ-TALKER. Chichi records her segment in a hotel room.

"Puppy in his natural environment..." She laughs and zooms in on Seungmin lying on her bed in the background. He has a room service menu in his hand. "I told him to order me something too, and he thinks for a very long time."

"Because I want you to be happy with my choice!" He spoke as if his pride had been hurt.

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Seungmin, Chichi, Felix and Han vlive. Han reads the question from the comments.

"If you were to kick one member from the group, who would it be? Seungmin. He's been too funny lately, it's bad for my tummy."

Felix and Chichi laugh.

"I would kick Chichi out." Seungmin says.

"What, why?" Chichi immediately looked at him, but before he could answer, she jokingly hit him on the shoulder.

"Because it has been confirmed that you are old. You're raising our average age way too much. We're Stray Kids, not Stray Elders."

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Seungmin solo vlive. Seungmin tells the story.

"Recently I was with I.N for coffee, in a cafe. When we were coming back from there, we passed someone's fenced house. The owners had two dogs that immediately started barking at us. I turned around immediately because I thought it was Chichi." He ended the story with seriousness.

He went to read the comments when soon after Chichi entered his room without knocking, invisible in the frame.

"Kim Seungmin, did you just compare my voice to a dog?"

There was a moment of silence...

"Wolfgang?"

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Montage of short videos and photos from the press, from January 12. Stray Kids are at the airport in Korea. Seungmin poses with his palm wide open. He has "Happy Birthday Chichi!" written in felt-tip pen on it, along with a small tiger sticker.

#oc-ommunity #kpop addition #stray kids 9th member #kpop added member #kpop oc #stray kids oc #idol oc #stray kids female oc #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #stray kids female addition #stray kids imagines #stray kids x oc #chichi x seungmin #seungmin x oc

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nothazellevesque · 2 years ago

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In the spirit of my infamous Reggie Peters Vibe Scale, i offer you the Luke Patterson Bop Index, based solely on how much our favorite himbo with a sleeve allergy bops during each song.

Now or Never: the show STARTS with our boy bopping. he’s kicking his little feet. he’s shuffling. He do be wiggling tho. Rating- 6/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Wake Up: luke only shows up at the end, and our boy is Not Bopping. he just looks generally awkward, like he’s a teenage boy that accidentally walked into the wrong room and instead of activating his fight or flight reflex, it activates the freeze response. Rating- 1/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

This Band Is Back (Reggie’s Jam): this band (and this boy) are back and they are BOPPING. luke is dancing. he’s wiggling. can he scat? no, but does that stop him? no. a flexible king. Rating- 5/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Wow: our bopping king is Not Bopping. he’s standing there, mouth slightly open. boy looks like a sim waiting for instructions. Be patient king, you will be bopping in like two minutes. Rating- 0.5/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Bright: this boy is BOPPING. briefly stops out of pure Himbo Confusion, but then he goes back to bopping. king. he do be kicking his feet, doing his little dancey dance. i will give him bonus points for the romantic tension he adds to his little mic sharing moment with Julie. man quits bopping to follow her like a lost puppy and we must respect his commitment to Being A Simp. Rating- 7/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Flying Solo: our king is BOPPING. he’s wiggling. why must he leap at poor flynn like a rabid dog? unclear, but he did it. at his core, luke patterson is just a silly little guy, and we have to commend him for letting his intrusive thoughts win. Rating- 6/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

I Got the Music: im sure that luke is bopping somewhere, but he isn’t onscreen and we cannot rate his bopping if we do not see him. Rating- 0/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

The Other Side of Hollywood: Our boy? He’s bopping. He is the most animated that we see him during any musical performance. Do you SEE his dance moves? He’s not just two stepping like he does when he plays guitar. that man is experiencing the bop of his afterlife. Rating- 11/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

All Eyes on Me: the man is just standing there. Yes he is supporting his best buddy Alex, but is he bopping? not particularly. i do love his happy little smile though. Rating- 0.25/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index.

Finally Free: a return to form for our Bopping Boy. He be movin. he be groovin. he doin his little leg kicks. he dropping to his knees. he is close to Peak Luke Patterson: puppy eyes, growly voice, boppy dance moves, big perfect smile and all. bless you baby. Rating- 9/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Perfect Harmony: our man do be movin and groovin, but the choreography is too polished to be considered a true Luke Patterson Bop. i will give dream luke props for his willingness to roll around on the floor. that floor work is truly chaotic and unhinged enough to count as Real Luke Patterson Behavior, so julie knows our boy very well. Rating- 0.05/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Edge of Great: luke is in his kicked puppy era, but that doesn’t stop him from doing his trademark two step dancey dance. look at the way that man shuffles and swivels. and that guitar solo and mic sharing moment at the end? our boy is tryna get it IN and we gotta respect it. Rating- 7/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Unsaid Emily: poor baby is NOT bopping. He is instead revealing that he has Mommy Issues and Parental Trauma in song form. honestly, got distracted thinking about how i need to call my own mother before i gotta write my own unsaid emily. im so sorry luke my beloved boy, but your bops are nonexistent here. in their place there are only tears. at least you and your parents got closure now, so there’s that. Rating- -6/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index (but 10/10 on the Make You Address Your Eldest Daughter Trauma Scale)

You Got Nothing to Lose: NO. luke is in pain. he is SCARED. he is being puppeted like a marionette. he is not in control here, and it shows. he is confused. HELP HIM. i will give luke one point for the little yippity skippity that he does when he’s being dragged onstage because i think it’s funny. but no. save our boy. let him bop!!! Rating- -8999/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Stand Tall: our boy is here to cross over, and he is going to BOP while he does it. he does experience difficulties, but does he let that stop his bop? no. there’s no stopping luke patterson when he’s bopping. perfect way to close out our beloved boy’s bopping career. we love you buddy. Rating- 7/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

#jatp netflix #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #no unfinished business #Reggie Peters Vibe Scale

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ediblepansy · 2 years ago

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Name: Robin “Robbie” Marion, son of Aphrodite

Age: 26

Familiar: “bird” the dove

Hair: Dark brown, short and curly Eyes: Hazel

Height: 6’1”

Place of birth: Los Angeles, CA

Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Robin prefers a clean shaved look, but while hanging out with Kit or on a conquest he’ll let a stubble or beard grow in. After turning 17, Rob started his physical transformation to better his performance in public and on the field. His strength and intelligence are his favored attributes, some may know him for his equally affirmed loud opinions. He’s no longer a wallflower. Around camp, Robin usually dresses for the part with thick warm jackets, tees, and jeans that wont get in the way. Some of the leather bound warriors don’t approve of his ankle revealing sneakers, however. He doesn’t wear jewelery with the exception of a wrist watch for fancy occasions.

Talents: Robin is a genius when it comes to online presence. It was a safe space for him at a young age and he sort of blossomed there long before he had at camp. Now, he runs a cam girl/boy business that has been very lucrative and aided in his independence. Be it his own stubborness or the inspiration he found in other demigods, a great deal of his ambition went into the business. Fortunately, it’s paid off. For work and friends, Robbie has learned Spanish to be bilingual. While growing up, he grew to care for communities that lack priviledge including the disabled. He does his part to donate funds to charities, predominantly because he does not like bullies. Robin enjoys dancing, of all kinds. He loves to solo travel and do exactly what he wants as long as he wants. Reading is also a passion of his, he tries to read at least one book per week—but this isn’t always acheivable. Art interests him, studying strategy, and physical training. He prefers doing the latter for himself, rather than “the cause” however.

Early days: Robin arrived at camp when he was 12 years old. Scrawny, crying and wearing glasses. Now, he’s a far cry from the kid you might have met back then. Kit was his first friend and between life on earth or at camp, Rob’s shown up for him and vice versa. This includes the occasional Kit bail out charge. Nico is the demigod who gave Robin his scar, when he was 17 due to an armory accident. Robin has some admiration for Evan due to the son of Ares pure passion and ambition, Rob’s taken the same approach toward his own business. Harlan and Robin have always had an understanding in common regarding their outlook on being born demigods. Since Harlan’s wiggled his way into Rob’s life via befriending Kit, Robin has somewhat turned the other cheek. Though he hopes it’s clear that he was with Kit first. So.

Bio: Robin appeared in Camp Halfblood during his twelth year. His natural dark curls were cropped short, as a convenience to his human caretakers. Unremarkable, sniffles were hidden behind tight fists and reading glasses. Here he was, at last, to face the still distant presence of his estranged mother. An all mighty Goddess. He was never entirely “game” in confronting destiny. Playing the role seemed like a ridiculous farce. A few fellow demigods proved him wrong by earning their merit year after year, while others relied entirely on a name for their whole identity. Still, Robin had no interest in proving anything to the gods. Instead, he remained desperate to earn his immediate fathers love and pride. After turning sixteen, Robin found himself caught in a wild romance with an older man. For the first time in his life the he felt truly alive and special. He couldn’t see that he was just stuck in an old pattern, a desire for validation. Finally, he received it, but the affair didn’t last. Robbie was abandoned and left to pick up the pieces. Again. (This affair remains a secret, he never speaks of it.) It was after this experience that his old facade of the weak outcast was abandoned. Robbie built a tall wall between himself and the world. He stood up for himself, became loud, opinionated. Strength and knowledge were what he craved, and if he couldn’t find that at camp he would create it on earth. Over the last few years, Robbie started and managed his own cam girl/boy online service. Since coming of age, he dedicated time to himself and the success. A proper distraction while Robin’s family pulled further away from him. Due to the lingering danger attached to his birth right. He is a tough man, but if a friendship is earned Robin will be loyal and protective.

Extra notes:

He’s never “been with” or hooked up in camp. All of his affairs happen on earth with humans who are emotionally expendable and have no skin in the game.

Robin can be found at Kit’s greenhouse regularly, reading.

If a demigod proves their worthiness by their own merit, they will usually earn Robin’s respect. Not that he’ll make that known.

Did I mention Robin hates bullies?

Robin didn’t grow up with pets and in his adult life didn’t have time for them. “bird” is his first exception, though it wasn’t really a choice and bird’s not exactly a pet.

#about

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dojae-huh · 8 months ago

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Kim Doyoung is fearless when it comes to singing live, even if the song is difficult and outside of his usual range and tone. He has been doing it for a long time now and I believe he is doing exceptionally well. Now, let's talk about changing his strategy. Well, he definitely has a unique technique and strategy when it comes to his own songs and even the songs sung by his seniors. You should check out Lee Mujin's service and see how he slays every song! Choose songs that suits his range nd tone???! Are you suggesting that a singer should always choose songs that are safe and within their vocal range? Maybe the singers you mentioned in your question always play it safe, or perhaps you only appreciate singers who sing songs that perfectly suit their vocal range. But here's the thing, Kim Doyoung himself has admitted that most of the NCT songs are not his type and not within his range and tone! So are you saying that he wasted his entire career singing songs that weren't in his range? Or did he not become successful and popular by singing those songs? Kim Doyoung has done an amazing job in NCT, and I don't think anyone can deny that.A singer is capable of performing songs that may not necessarily be their usual style. Indeed, Kim Doyoung has his own preferences. He wants people to recognize him through his music, which differs greatly from most NCT songs. This is why he decided to release a solo album that reflects his interests, emotions, journey, hard work, and true self - his youth. But if you still doubt that this sounds like Doyoung, do you really know him, Mr/ms Anon?

Doyoung does have his own preferences, but that doesn't stop him from singing song out of his comfort zone... Whichever song he sang with sincerity is all only made him successful,... Nd there for he is unforgettable singer for millions... Kim doyoung is not perfect, he has still room to grow.. But like you said if he had only focused on the songs that makes him more pretty as a singer, would that make him opportunity to develop himself more?? He was an open book... Even though he didn't like, he tried evrything, coz he was not a solo singer, he is part of a group... He sang the song that represent his group nd did well job it... Aren't you proud of him how versatile he is actually?? Okay then.... Like you said if he only developed nd improved his range songs whet happens when someone compare him with a trot singer or any western singer? Would that make him a bad singer or the ppl they compare him with is great?? For me, I think the real issue arises when we start comparing... Even though everyone is a singer, each person is unique in their own way. Doyoung is an incredible singer with exceptional skills, but what happens when you compare him to Lady Gaga? Doyoung is a good actor, but what happens when you compare him to DiCaprio? Doyoung can dance, but what happens when you compare him to Michael Jackson? Doyoung has a great visual appeal, but what happens when you compare him to Brad Pitt? Everyone is born with their own beauty, talents, and skills. Therefore, everyone is gifted in their own right. However, it is important to discover and develop our own gifts, just like Doyoung has done a remarkable job of. No one should be allowed to compare one person to another because no one is born to possess the beauty, talent, or skills of others. We become better or worse when we start comparing two individuals. Do you really think you can compare two singers just because they both sing? If you are a music and song enthusiast, thinking that way is the worst part on your side.

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If you're curious about Kim Doyoung's progress and growth, take a look at his singing technique now compared to when he was the orange haired kid who had trouble hitting the right notes live. Also, compare his dance skills now to when he could only wiggle like a little bunny during his debut. Don't forget to compare his acting skills now to his first debut music video, and his visuals now to his rookie photos. It's amazing to see how he has improved over time!During his journey, he has come across various types of songs, some of which are not his usual style. May be He is still searching for the perfect tone that suits his voice. He dreams of performing live, achieving success, and leaving a lasting impression on many. You try to limit your view of Kim Doyoung, but he is determined once he sets his mind on something. Instead of finding songs that match his voice, he sings all songs as if they were his own. That's just his way. However, when he releases his album, if you feel it doesn't sound like him, then perhaps the issue lies with your perception, mindset, and heart.You doubt Doyoung's talent, believing he relies solely on his intelligence. You value those you consider naturally gifted, making it hard for you to appreciate his hard work. You criticize him for singing songs outside his vocal range, thinking he is being greedy. Even though he is already successful, you question if he should stick to what suits his voice. But look at all those prejudice had made u come, that now Doyoung releases his album, you fail to recognize his true talent and claim it doesn't sound like him because you underestimate his potential.It's because your narrow-mindedness couldn't accept the fact that Kim Doyoung is an exceptional singer with incredible vocal skills and technique. He is even better than half of the singers in his own company. Doyoung has the ability to outshine the original singers and receives recognition for singing songs that are completely out of his vocal range. Moreover, his album YOUTH is a huge success, and he is thriving in his solo debut. If you feel jealous, it's better to acknowledge it without undermining his talents. And yes, maybe Doyoung isn't naturally gifted, but he has the ability to surpass all those gifted individuals in this world. So, it's alright, my dear.

I hope one day you will come here nd say, the ppl you compared doyoung with is actually, not thPart2at higher than him.... Ofcrs there will be a day like that... Nd it is near... Huh nim dont close this blog, untill them 🥲🥲🥲🥲!!! i knw the ask is a bit too much huh nim.... But i couldn't hold it... If this have an audio send then u could hear my rage.... Haha.... Anyway have a nice day huh!!!!!

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I suspect the anon didn't like the album and put the blame on Doyoung (wrong choice of songs). Doyoung has a talent for singing. It is not only about being technical and having a great tone, it is also about musicality, understanding emotions, being able to connect with the song and the audience. And singing well in any situation and time of the day, heh. Doyoung's next goal. He impresses me during his live medleys, how quickly he shifts his tone and sound, readjustes. He practiced a lot, it is muscle memory for him now.

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ladylannisterxo · 2 years ago

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💌: "you were put on this earth to give me a headache" prompt w/ billy hargrove x reader? maybe they're at a party and reader is drunk and keeps trying to wander off and maybe chases a raccoon or something and billy secretly finds it adorable but is like "��🙄" on the outside while trying to get the reader into his car? ☺️ congrats on 1k btw, lovely! you deserve it. 🤍🤍🤍

Thank you love, hope you enjoy this!! 💕💕 I haven't written for Billy in a hot minute but he came back to me surprisingly easy!!

Pairings; Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader Prompt # 36; "You were put on this earth to give me a headache." Words; 0.6k Warnings; Some drinking and a heated kiss but mostly pure fluff!

You hated parties, like well and truly hated them. But not Billy, no, he loved a good party, it was the perfect place for him to show off. You were steadfast in your initial refusal to attend but after a lot of pleading and even more kisses, you relented. How could you not when he looked at you the way he did?

The party was crowded, packed tight with people you knew all too well but not enough to know further. Billy had disappeared rather quickly after someone called his name to come join God knows who outside and with a kiss and smile, he was gone. You were starting to feel anxious so you politely excused yourself to the nearest bathroom only to find a very drunk couple trying and failing to fuck against the sink. That’s when you started drinking.

You had no interest in really talking to anyone so you kept refilling that same red solo cup over and over and over again and by the time you stumbled outside to find Billy finishing up his infamous keg stand, you were giggly and downright plastered. He lost his shirt at some point during the night (typical) and when your eyes land on his bare chest, cheap beer dribbling down until it disappears into the denim of his tight as hell jeans, well, you’re feeling much more than giggly.

When he sees you, he greets you with one of his trademark smirks, sidling up to you with so much suave charm that you begin to feel weak in the knees. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his chest and then his lips are on yours. The kiss is hungry and sloppy and filled to the brim with heat but your alcohol infused brain can’t quite keep up with the movement of your lips so he ends up doing all the work. Not that he minds, Billy adores taking the lead so you let him. His lips trail down to your jaw and then even further to your neck and that’s when you start giggling. And not the shy, sweet giggles he’s come to know, the kind that wracks your whole body as has you shoving him away from you.

“You’re so handsy,” you chastise with a hiccup, slapping his hand away when he reaches out again, “if you wanna play, you’ll have to come find me first.”

With that, you spin on your heel as elegantly as you can and disappear back into the sea of partygoers, leaving the boy completely dumbstruck but slightly intrigued with your game. He follows you inside, finding you in an instant on the dance floor living it up and you look so ridiculous that he has to laugh. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't be caught dead dancing in the middle of a crowd but drunk you is completely different than what he expected.

What you’re doing can’t even be described as dancing, it’s all flailing arms and spinning in circles and after one too many spins, you stumble and fall directly into the arms of Billy, who was right there to catch you the entire time.

“I think,” he drawls, pulling you tighter against his body, “you were put on this earth to give me a headache.”

You snort, gripping his chin between your fingers. “Bold of you to assume I wasn’t put on this earth to give everyone a headache.”

“Let me take you home,” he offers, wrapping one arm around the small of your back and taking your hand in his other to keep you steady.

“Take me home or… take me home,” you respond, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

“Take you home to sleep,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple, “maybe get you some food and water.”

Your eyes soften, hand coming up to cup his cheek gently. “You’re gonna take care of me?”

“Always, princess,” he says, kissing the palm of your hand, “but I’m also never gonna let you live this down.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x fem!reader #stranger things #writing by 's'#1k follower celebration with 's'

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just-before-dawn · 2 years ago

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someone should make gifset of the tuggoffelees wiggle dance from different productions do you know what im talking about

#that arm wiggle dance thing they do during his dance solo where tugger dances with him #that one #that small moment makes me cry #tuggoffelees #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #peach drabbles

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mamamittens · 2 years ago

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Cause I'm bored and got time right now, here's quick fire "Violin vs. Fiddle" headcanons for some Bois!

Ace!

Fiddles. Boy absolutely fiddles and he never stops moving when he does. Loves slurs and double stops as a flex but isn't afraid of a little vibrato! Probably has "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" memorized as a solo. Ever seen a hoe down with stomping and dancing around?

Yeah, he started that shit at every party he's ever attended.

Marco!

Strikes me as mostly a fiddler but with some classical aptitude. More prone to longer pieces with technical skill that requires practice, patience, and polish. The kind where you play at one in the morning and accidentally give someone an epiphany about life itself. Plucks too, particularly as a break down of the song he's already playing.

Unironically loves playing lullaby type songs.

Luffy!

Fiddler to his bones and he'd die before he stood up with perfect posture while playing. Very bouncy but makes it work and somehow manages to wield vibrato like a weapon during emotional pieces. Also prone to free styling his music rather than playing from sheets or memory. Might incorporate background noise or bits of other songs.

Shit gets wild when he plays with his brothers.

Sabo!

Classical first but goes ham into fiddle style later. Can't help his proper posture for the most part but uses the more casual, though technically difficult, skills from fiddling. Double stop kinda man. Composes on the spot a lot and isn't afraid to do it either. Definitely loves the challenge of classic pieces but relaxes with dirty ditties on the strings.

Probably the most well kept violin out of his brothers.

Explanation for those not aware of what I just talked about!

The difference between a violin and a fiddle is just style! It's the same instrument, I promise. Violin is usually played with more classical training, standing straight and still with the instrument parallel to the ground. Fiddlers tend to move around more and hold the fiddle at a downward angle. Both can play music from the other style but might find difficulties between pieces depending on what they usually play.

Plucking is exactly what it sounds like. You just. Pluck! The string! This is a legitimate way to play the violin though a tad... Odd in my opinion? Haven't seen long pieces with plucking, it's usually just short sections.

Slurs (not the offensive slang lmao) are when you play a note that bridges to the next without changing the 'stroke' of the bow (which is what you use to produce music on a violin by dragging the taut hairs across the strings). It tends to sound messy without the usually distinct tone most violin music has.

Double stops are when you use the bow to play two or more notes on multiple strings (hard to do more that two at a time if I'm honest).

Vibrato is when you play a note, usually a long sustained one, and sort of... Wiggle the string? That you're putting pressure on to make the note? Not the one you're bowing with? It makes the sound vibrate and tends to be softer.

And that's about all I can think of! Feel free to look up some of these on YouTube if my explanation is lackluster (which it kinda is but it's hard to explain some of this).

Source? Me and my 2 years of violin classes in college.

#ace one piece #marco the phoenix #one piece luffy #sabo the revolutionary #anime headcanons #if they all played the violin/fiddle #violin #fiddle

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leiawritesstories · 3 years ago

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A New Partnership

Rowaelin Month, Day 12: Delayed Love Confession. Ballet AU :) Sort of played with the whole “love confession” thing.....

Word count: 1167

Warnings: Language, innuendo

After such a long and grueling day, all Aelin wanted to do was go back to the apartment she shared with two of her fellow soloists and crash. Fridays suck, she had decided. First company class at eight-thirty, then in-studio rehearsals until nearly one o’clock, followed by a break barely long enough to swallow some food and water, and then studio or stage rehearsals until seven.

And because it was a Friday, there was a performance at eight-fifteen. Thank all the gods she wasn’t in this cast, but she was an understudy, so she had to be in the wings.

She tugged off her rehearsal tutu and plopped it onto the rack, then dropped down onto the floor by her overflowing bag and untied her pointes, sighing in pure bliss as her feet were freed. And since her right shoe bent nearly in half when she pushed on it, the shoes were good and dead. Aelin riffled through the contents of her bag and located a new pair, sewn and ready for wear if she needed them. Good. One less thing to worry about on the off chance she had to perform. But gods, she hoped she didn’t need to.

Because Don Quixote rehearsals that day had been hell.

When she first saw she’d been cast as one of the Kitris, Aelin had nearly passed out from shock. Then Dorian Havilliard, British soloist and a great friend of hers, had practically tackled her in the hallway, he was so excited to be cast as her Basilio, and the joy of a major soloist role set in. During the first rehearsals, the solos, that joy wore off real fast, replaced by an endless string of shit, that’s a lot of choreography, goddamn character skirts, that’s a sissone arabesque, not attitude, SPOT YOUR TURNS!, and stress.

By the time pas de deux rehearsals started, she’d finally got most of her solo work down, but was nervous for the Act III grand pas de deux, given the lifts it entailed and how perfectly precise the timing had to be. She and Dorian had been partners before, so he knew how she adjusted to lifts, but fish dives were another beast. They worked at that particular pas for a solid week before learning the rest, and even spent some early mornings in the upstairs studio going over the lift sequences.

Last week, Peter and Delaney, the pas de deux rehearsal coaches, had asked Aelin and Dorian to rehearse with Rowan Whitethorn and Nesta Archeron, the principals who were Basilio and Kitri in first cast. Peter and Delaney were notorious for asking partnered pairs to switch partners for a rehearsal, so Aelin braced herself for the potential that she could very well be stuck with Whitethorn for an hour and a half.

Not that she’d mind being stuck to that piece.

But she was used to Dorian’s partnering. So, when the coaches announced a partner swap, Aelin’s usual rehearsal calm gave way to nerves, which she tried to squash down before dancing. Rowan, damn him, noticed her trying to steady her breathing, and whispered something to the effect of “I promise not to drop you.” She half-grinned, her nerves easing.

“You do that and I’ll battement you with my pointes, Whitethorn.” He gulped.

To everyone’s shock, Aelin and Rowan’s pairing had more natural chemistry that Aelin and Dorian, Nesta and Rowan, and Nesta and Dorian. The coaches held a quick whispered conference after watching the two run the grand pas, and then informed them that they would be making this swap a casting change. Aelin distinctly heard Dorian try to muffle his exclamation of “Bloody fucking hell!”

So began her remarkably quick transition to a completely different partner. Rowan was twenty-three and had joined The Orynth Ballet last season, transferring in as a principal from Doranelle National Ballet. He and Aelin shared company class and little else, save a few rehearsals where she was understudying his cast partner. It was a shock to both of them how easily they clicked, both as dancers and in their roles. Aelin loved Kitri, loved the fiery, sassy Spanish personality she got to become, and she absolutely loved throwing a little bit of extra flirtation into her Kitri’s interactions with Rowan’s Basilio.

After all, she wasn’t about to just admit she liked him.

So she threw the day’s dead pointes into her bag, pulled on sweats and a wrap, and made herself get up and walk back to the dressing rooms to change into performance tights and put on some makeup. As an understudy, she didn’t need to do full stage makeup, but some foundation and lipstick and false lashes would be good enough if she had to suddenly run onstage. Dressed and made up, Aelin made her way down to the stage entrance, smothering a groan before entering. She set her bag down in the back of the stage right wing and slid down onto the floor, stretching her tired legs.

“Feeling the effects of the day, are we now?” drawled a low male voice from her left.

“Shut the hell up, Whitethorn,” she grumbled, “but yes.”

He settled down alongside her. “Who’re you here for?”

“Technically, Alanna, but Brian had me learn all the corps parts so I can step in for anyone. Because he’s lazy.”

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

Rowan shook his head. “He really is a dick sometimes.”

Aelin snorted. “Sometimes, says the star transfer. Welcome to the company.”

They fell into silence for a while, just watching their company mates onstage. During an interlude corps waltz, one of the other soloists came over to talk to Aelin and made extra sure to cast a few appreciative glances Rowan’s way. He saw Aelin snicker and wiggle her eyebrows at one of her friend’s comments, and poked her arm once her friend left.

“Care to share what, exactly, you found so entertaining?”

She smirked. “I won’t repeat her exact words, but let’s just say Cora wouldn’t mind a piece of your Spandexed ass.”

“She won’t get any of it,” he said dryly.

“Oh? And who would?”

“I’m looking at her.”

Aelin’s jaw dropped. “Rowan--I--You’ve literally been here for less than six months!”

“And head over heels for you for five, at least.” She just stared at him, eyes wide. “Shit, Ae, I didn’t mean to scare you or--”

“I’m not scared, Whitethorn, just...shit. I didn’t think you’d grow the cojones to admit it. Thought I’d have to tell you how I get myself off with fantasies of you before you’d ever say anything.”

Rowan choked on whatever he was about to say. When he finally stopped coughing into his arm, he gasped, “Gods, I love talking to you. Every time. Every time, you manage to shock me with something like...that.”

She grinned. “You do?”

“I do. Hell yes I do. Will you go to dinner with me after this show?”

“Only if you buy me chocolate hazelnut cake.”

“Deal.”

#rowaelin month #ballerina au #my writing

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n0wornever · 4 years ago

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The Build Up - Luke Patterson x Reader

Could you do a modern day/Alive AU where 5 times Luke and y/n almost kiss and one time they actually do?

It was only a matter of time before Luke Patterson and his best friend cut the tension between them. There were always signs that they’d fall together eventually, but their soft moments were cut short often by those around them.

1: The show

The first time Y/N and Luke almost kissed was after Julie and The Phantoms’ first solo show. Y/N sat front row, as she always did, bobbing her head to the bass that blasted through the speakers. Her arms crossed at her chest, she let a small smile fall onto her face as she watched Luke pour his heart out in the mic in front of him. His eyes met hers for a moment, sending the next string of lyrics right in her direction. She lightly nipped at the corner of her lip as she held his gaze.

As the boys ended their set, Y/N scurried past the tightly bound bodies around her to rush backstage. She showed her pass to the guard standing in front of the staircase, shuffling quickly behind him. She walked down the hallway toward his dressing room and knocked on the door. The door opened quickly and a hand pulled her inside. Luke stood in front of her, face beaming with sweat and a smile plastered on his face.

“You’re like a full-fledged rockstar now, huh?” She said, bringing a smile across her lips.

“Whatever,” He sighed, shoving her shoulder back.

“Luke, I’m serious, you guys crushed it out there!”

She jumped up and down on her tiptoes as she held his gaze. He let his eyes wander around her elated face as he took a step closer toward her. He grabbed her waist and brought her into a tight hug, Y/N giggling at the sudden contact. As they pulled away he studied her face again, letting his eyes fall from hers to her lips and back up. As soon as her started to pull toward her again, the door opened loudly.

Alex beamed at them as he leaned in the door frame. Luke let go of her hips, running his hand through his hair and letting his eyes fall on his bandmate.

“I was going to say that we were going to get food....but you two look busy...” The drummer’s eyes falling between the two.

“No, let’s go,” Luke blurts, grabbing his jacket.

He grabbed her hand and let her trail behind him, not meeting her gaze again until the made it to the restaurant.

2: The Park

The second time it almost happened, they were alone. Y/N had forced Luke to take a lunch break from studying and eat in the park with her to get some fresh air.

She interlocked their hands as the walked down the street to the greek food truck. She ordered two gyros for the pair, smiling back at him. He squeezed her hand in response, a smile stuck on his face. She let go of his grip for a moment grab the food. She grabbed it again shortly and led him to a nearby bench.

Their fingers touched as she handed him his tray and she watched his face grow pink, feeling her skin heat up as well. Y/N let her gaze face forward, her people watching commanding her focus. She felt his gaze on her side and her eyes tore away from the street for a moment with a pensive stare.

“Please don’t watch me eat, you weirdo.”

But Luke’s eyes didn’t leave hers. He set his food down next to him and she watched as his eyes widened as he moved closer to her. She felt her heart race as he gave her full body a once over. His hand moved toward her face, and her breath caught in her throat. Luke smirked as he brought a tissue up to the corner of her mouth, wiping away excess oil before falling back to his seat.

She felt her cheeks burn as she rolled her eyes at him and kept eating her food. She could hear him chuckle but refused to meet his eyes.

3: Her bedroom

The third time was when they were studying in her bedroom. Y/N had invited Luke over to help her go through the latest chapter of history, a class the two had together. The two laid across from each other on her floor, textbooks open in front of the with highlighters spread around the carpet.

After 15 minutes, Luke’s head fell onto the textbook below him. Y/N looked over at him, shaking her head at the dramatics. He lifted his face to hers with puppy dog eyes, lip jutting up toward her.

“Can we take a break?”

“We’ve barely started, Patterson.”

She pressed a finger to the open page and looked at him with pursed lips. He gave in with a grunt and started reading again. Y/N held her finger on a line that she wanted to remember, letting her eyes wander around the surrounding floor for her pencil to jot down a note about it.

As she searched, a hand came up toward her face. She looked up and met Luke’s eyes. His fingers reached behind her ear, pulling out the mechanical pencil behind it. She felt an oncoming blush as he giggled near her face. Their gaze hung there for a moment in the silence.

She noted his hands pressing against the floor, moving his body toward hers. She let her eyes fall to his lips for a moment, before she dropped the eye contact completely. Her eyes hurried to find the spot she left off on in her textbook.

“So, anyway what was that about World War II?”

She heard him sigh above her and smiled to herself as she scribbled in her notebook.

4: The Lake

The next almost happened when Julie, Carrie, Flynn and Y/N invited the boys to the lake for a cookout one Saturday afternoon. Julie and Luke’s dads recruited Reggie and Alex to help make burgers, Carrie and Julie helped Luke’s mom cut fresh fruit and veggies and Flynn spun new beats on her portable spin table she brought with her.

That left Luke and Y/N to entertain Carlos.

Luke grabbed a frisbee and yelled to the boy to run to the other side of the grass. Carlos obliged, sprinting to the right. Y/N watched the boys with a light smile on her face. Luke nodded at her to come over to his end and she lightly jogged in his direction.

Luke threw the disk toward the young boy, going right over his head. That didn’t stop Carlos from racing to get it as soon as possible. Y/N brought her hand up to her mouth to mask her laughing as the boy flailed through air. Luke pinched her side, forcing her to meet his smiling eyes.

The two were drawn away from each other as the noticed Reggie race over to Carlos’ defense. The bassist sent the frisbee through the air and Luke prepared himself to catch it. Y/N took the opportunity to jump right in front of him at last minute and grab the disk before it reached him. She heard a frustrated sigh, and arms wrapped around her tightly, spinning her in a circle.

As her feet hit the ground again, she spun around to meet his eyes wiggling the yellow frisbee in her hands. He quickly grabbed it from her hand, moving in closer to her face with a scowl across his lips. She rose an eyebrow at him, basking in the closeness. Luke’s eyes fell on her lips once more and she took a soft breath in. Before he could lean any further, he heard yelling from the other end of the lawn.

“ARE YOU GOING TO THROW IT BACK?” Carlos cried, his hand on his hip.

The two giggled as Luke stepped away, pushing the frisbee back toward the small boy before shooting a wink her way.

5: Julie’s Garage

The last misstep happened during a late night writing session. Y/N had a poetry reading on Saturday she needed to prepare for, and Luke had a song on the tip of his tongue he needed to pen immediately.

The two sat on opposite sides of the garage as the both wrote silently. Y/N heard the humming coming from his side of the room and smiled, biting down on her pen as she listened. Her eyes rose and she watched him nod his head as he scribbled something down on the paper.

She lifted herself off the couch and walked over to his chair. His eyes never left the paper as she strolled over to him. Y/N made herself comfortable on the arm of the loveseat, looking down at the boy with a soft smile. After a few seconds, he let his gaze slip over to her.

“I got curious,” She said, leaning into his arm. “I wanted to see what the powerful songwriter was penning tonight.”

He smiled back at her, placing his pencil behind his ear and leaning back on the chair.

“Nosey, Y/N you know I won’t tell you that until it’s done.”

She leaned even closer to him, narrowing her eyes as their faces closed in on each other. She let her eyes fall over his features as a smirk played on her lips, taking in his confused expression. She could hear his shallow breathing as he stared back at her, lips parted and eyes wide.

“I’ll get you to crack one day Patterson,” She said softly, leaning back and lifting herself off the chair.

“I have no doubt about that,” She heard him call after her, bringing a wider smile to her face.

6: The Dance

Luke had never been a school dance fan, but when Y/N asked him to be her date, he accepted the offer quickly. She helped him pick out a suit and tie that matched her peach dress perfectly. Luke consulted his mom about choosing a corsage and ordered it two days after she asked.

The night of the dance, Y/N sat in the mirror, staring at her reflection. She almost didn’t recognize herself under the makeup. She smiled as she touched her cheek softly, basking in the magic of blush. Julie popped in the mirror next to her with a wide smile on her face.

“You look flawless, I’m seriously in awe of that dress right now,” Her friend said, smiling at her reflection.

“Thank you Jules, I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s not like it’s our first dance,” She sighed, playing with a bobby pin that was pinching the side of her head.

“It is your first dance with a date,” Julie responded, laying a hand on her shoulder. “A date that we’ve been waiting to happen for like a million years.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, placing her lipstick in her clutch before turning to Julie. She shook her head and sighed at her friend’s sly grin.

“You know it’s not like that,” Y/N countered, resting her hand on her hip.

“You know none of us believe that anymore.”

Y/N felt her face heat up under the steady stare, and she pushed Julie forward so that the two could exit the bathroom without any further questions.

As they walked down the stairs, they met the rest of the group in the living room. Her mom was already capturing photos of the boys, who were posing as each other’s dates for the camera. Alex let go of Luke’s hips and cackled with his bandmates. Luke’s eyes pulled away from the boys as they met hers.

His eyes widened as he looked down at her dress and back up to her smile. Luke walked over slowly, holding his hand out to her. She nodded, taking his hand in hers and letting him twirl her around. He steadied her again, reaching over to the table to grab the corsage. He slipped it onto her wrist, letting his hand rest on hers.

“Wow,” He said breathlessly as her bright smile landed on him again. “You look spectacular, Y/N.”

The two didn't even notice her mom snapping photos of the whole interaction. The girl’s cheeks flushed under his wide eyes and she led him to the rest of the group for more photos.

As the group dispersed to their cars to head to the school, Y/N took Luke’s hand as he guided her up into his truck. His hands working quickly to tuck her gown in after her. He beamed up at her one more time before shutting the door and moving over to the driver’s side.

He put the car in drive and sped down the street. As the pair pulled into a parking spot in the school lot, Luke looked over at her again with glossy eyes.

“I mean it Y/N, you look absolutely...incredible tonight. I literally don’t have the right words to describe....” He leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. “Just wow.”

She didn’t want to know how red she was in this moment, so she waved his gaze off of her, whispering a ‘thanks’ in his direction. Neither of them moved for a moment. Y/N finally moved her eyes back to his, watching as he ran his hand through his hair. His gaze was still set on her as to took off his seatbelt.

She watched as he leaned closer to her, hovering over her body. She felt her throat go dry at the close proximity they were at in the moment. His gaze shifted from her lips, back up to her eyes and back down. She finally let her eyes fall closed as she felt his hand come up to her cheek.

His lips ghosted over hers for a moment before they came crashing down. She reciprocated his advance quickly, lips moving in sync with his. As they pulled away, their eyes met again. Luke’s cheeks held a light pink hue as he let go of her face and chuckled to himself. She moved her hand to his lips, trying to wipe off the soft red that had transferred.

“Sorry, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

She giggled right back, placing her hand on the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

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galacticxcosmos · 4 years ago

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Hi! Could you do a smut where they just had a concert but you are really drained and just so tired and don't feel good after and when you go back to the hotel jimin takes care of you

𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂 ♔︎ 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 « ᵐᵃᵏⁿᵃᵉ ˡⁱⁿᵉ »

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ♕︎ ℙ𝕁𝕄 ♕︎

Read the profile if you are interested along with the request rules here.

Pairing :- Park Jimin X BTS 8th member < female reader >

Genre :- Bandmates with benefits, Idol AU, Erotica, Romantic, Fluff.

Rating :- 18+ ( M )

Word Count :- 2.7 k

Chapter Summary :- It's the last day of the LA concert, you were beyond tired, a little mess up on the stage was having a pressuring impact on you. Jimin was being a brat at the lack of your attention but soon realises the truth and comforts you in a way you would have never imagined.

Warnings :- brat!jimin { I just love it }, jealousy, slight angst, possessiveness, dom!jimin, blonde-haired!jimin, swearing, teasing, praising, pet names, hotel room sex, cum swallowing, finger sucking, body praising, breast sucking, unprotected sex { but be safe you all }, penetrative sex, soft sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, after care at it's peak, soft Jimin that makes my heart UwU.

A/N :- I know that I take forever but just bare with me okay. Also this is the first request for this book, I am so glad to get such a response at posting just the 8th member profile. I am really excited for this book, I hope you are too. ♡(> ਊ <)♡

P. S :- I am really nervous, so please ignore the typos, I would really appreciate any response. Feel free to send request.

The loud cheers and joyful screams resonated through the concert hall after the enliven performance. "Army!!" Seokjin pushed all his breath in calling out the beloved fans only to raise a wave of cheer in the crowd. Even after so many concerts, the beautiful light sticks shining in the dark never fail to captivate you inside it's mesmerizing view. The purple ocean snatched your breath away. "We are so grateful that you all are here, I hope you had a great time" Namjoon made the finishing statement in english, it was the last day of LA tour. You smiled and waved at dedicated crowd. Every good thing comes to an end someday but when it does we can only hope for something new to happen.

"Oh my, that was so funny" Hoseok's laughs filled the backstage waiting room. "He was like-- Can call me artist, cancallmeidol" Jungkook teased his leader about the minute mistake he made, making everyone burst into laughter. "Oh I didn't realise it would come out that way" the leader stood his ground, defending himself. You sat on the sofa, your head arched back listening to the endless commotion and leg pulling. You are exhausted, but that wasn't really the problem. Your heart sank deeper every time you remembered it. The second last performance was your solo where you had to not only dance but sing and rap at the same time.

This was nothing to complain about, being an idol mean you should expertise your way into each and every aspect individually and at the same time learn how to master all of it at the same. But your exhaustion took a toll of you and during one perticular step your voice got breathless as it was unstable. You felt a concoction of humiliation and disappointment bubbling up inside you. "Noona, are you okay??" You picked up your head to see the maknae looking at you, full of concern. Even though no one really realised the mistake, you still felt guilty about it. "Is it time to leave?" You asked getting up with a smile plastered on your face.

"Yeah, come on" he ideally swang his arm over your shoulder and walked towards the black vans waiting outside. The ride back to hotel was pretty quiet, most of them were pretty exhausted and had already fell asleep, as you wonder how. You can never fall asleep in motion, it's on top of your 'things that I can't' list. Some of them were busy on their phone checking twitter and the tweets that ARMYs made about the concert laughing at the funny pictures that ARMYs posted of them performing. "Y/N ah, your performance was really good" Hoseok complimented, to which you smiled potraying your gratitude since it meant a lot coming from the lead dancer.

But you couldn't deny the fact that it had somehow peeled off the newly tapped band aid off your wound.

Stepping out the steamy hotel bathroom in a fresh pair of PJs you looked around the deluxe hotel room. Quickly talking out your phone, you settled it down on the table beside the bed and started a vlive. "Hello ARMY" you waved at the camera and sat on the edge of the bed. "We just got over with our LA tour and now I am in my room so I thought to go live" you said with a smile, your eyes quickly scanning through the comments trying to find if anyone would mention about the incident. 'Eonnie, I am sure you did great!' you smiled at the comments of k-ARMYs who weren't at the concert.

'We loved the show!' English comments flooded the screen, 'You guys killed it!', 'Luna, you were amazing!' reading the comments you giggled, your heart finally felt a little light, "Oh my, thank you so much for these lovely comments" you replied in English, your usual Aussie accent coaxed your words, as you chuckled, your hand covering your mounth. A notification chimmed in, "Oh, Jin Oppa is doing Eat Jin live right now" you came back to speaking Korean as you read the notification. "So, a reason why I was doing this vlive is because--" you were cut off by the door bell. "Oh, must be room service, please wait a minute" you said getting up a d walking towards the door which was through the main room and thus it was not visible to the camera.

"Oh Jimin ssi" you looked just as confused as you were at the blonde standing in sweats. "Hi baby, are you done taking a shower" he pulled you towards him pecking on your forehead. "Jimin, I am on vlive" you whispered to him and he indeed was taken aback but it was soon gone being covered up in a chuckle, "They can't hear us" his arms were still embracing your waist as he pushed the door close with his back, "They can't see us" his lavishing eyes traveled down to you lips. "Maybe they can" you said with tight lipped smile, patting on his chest you wiggled out of his grip a d walked towards the room where the camera was.

"Well, well, well, look who is here" you took back to your place followed by a pouting Jimin who flopped next to you. "Hi everyone, did you all enjoy the concert" he said smiling, at the camera, his eyes turning into beautiful crescents. "Are you all not watching Eat Jin?? Y/N, I think you stole Jin hyungs audiance" Jimin turned towards you with a smirk. "What?? No I didn't. I was the one who came live first! It's it guys" you turned towards the camera with offence written all over your face.

"Alright, whatever it is, I think it's very rude and disrespecting towards Jin hyung" Jimin suggested and you finally realised the reason behind his sudden outburst of respect towards a certain older. "So how about we say our goodbyes now" he turned towards the camera waiving at it. "Okay, I don't wanna end up hearing Oppa's nagging, so we will talk later" Jimin internally smirked at the success of his plan, but it was soon disappeared, "Bye bye my little babies" you waved before switching off the live. "You never say that to me" He complained the second the screen went black.

"I am tired" you said squirming back to your bed, "Well you weren't tired to take a massage from Jungkook" you looked at him confused but it was replaced with a scoff when you realised what this all was actually about.

The four of you knew the relation between the four of you, the whole bandmates with benifits thing, but Jimin was just having his 'I don't wanna share you with anyone' or 'I just want you to myself' or 'Why can't it be just you and me' phase and as usual he was being a brat about it. "Jimin please we have talked about this" you sighed letting your body sink into the silk bed sheets. "I know it's just--" he just let his sigh replace the sentence. Your eyes were closed out of exhaustion as you felt the bed slightly shift. "I just feel left out, I just feel like you don't want me but---" he waited for a second, you felt an arm snake around your bare waist, as the PJ shirt was sliding up, "--but I still want you" you could feel him snuzzled into the crook of your neck.

"Hey, I am sorry I made you feel that way" you finally opened your eyes turning towards him, the moment you looked straight into his eyes, his complete expression changed, "What's wrong?" His brows turned into a frown as you remember how he can read you like an open book, a book that he could read with his eyes closed. "Jimin, I messed up" your voice broke, "Baby what? What are you saying? " His hands went straight to cup your face as a confusion brushed over his features, his own heart sinking deeper and deeper into his chest at your sight.

"I was really exhausted and I went out of breath during my solo, I missed a note.. God! It's so embarrassing" your lips trembled as pool of warm liquid accumulated at the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall off any second. Jimin quickly sat up, "Hey, it's fine. It's okay, we all make mistakes" you just shook your head, hiding your face on Jimin's shoulder. "No-- Nope, I am not letting you cry on the last day of our world tour" he made you face him, his soft plump lips came in contact with your closed eye lid as he kissed your tears away. "It's okay to mess up, you are not a robot, you are a human too and humans make mistakes" the pad of his thumb brushed of the tear stains on your cheek.

"I have something that you would like" your brows twisted into a frown as you saw him running to another room as if a child running towards the ice truck, it made you laugh but it turned into a gasp as he came back with a bar of chocolate. Complete delight covered your face, this time you became a child, ripping open the packet as a child trying to open its present. "I know you would love it" Jimin look at you giggling as you took a bite of the chocolate, the dark brown sugar bar piece melting inside your mouth, the taste made you moan in delight.

Jimin wasn't giggling anymore but you couldn't be less concerned as you innocently licked of the brown liquid off your fingers, Jimin subconsciously nibbled on the soft flesh of his lower lip. "You are eating alone? How rude is that?" The sudden drop of an octave in Jimin's voice made you looked at him, only to come face to face with eyes full of pure lust. You looked at him confused, slowly chewing the last piece. "That's not fair" he said leaning in until he was dangerously close to you, before you could realise, you felt something wet at the corner of your lip. Jimin licked of the chocolate from the corner of you lips.

"Not enough" he said before pushing your body against the headboard, pressing his lips against your. Without wasting any time, his tongue pushed it's way into your mouth through your slightly parted lips. His delicate taste buds layered with the utter sweetness of the chocolate that filled inside your mouth. He moaned into the kiss as his tongue tangled with yours rubbing off the sweetness in your mouth. Your hands made its way to his soft locks, your fingers curling to the blonde strands. "Fuck baby, I want you" Jimin said panting as he broke the kiss.

"What's stopping you?" You said cockyly which made him smirk. You straddled him, kissing him passionately, pushing your tongue against him wishlist helping him take of his shirt. His hands manuvered over your breasts as your fingertips traced down his abbs. He was hard as fuck under you as you rubbed against his length, the thin layer of clothes seperating you two, added even more friction to the action. Your core boiled with heat, waiting to be penetrated. Your hands reached down to the hem of his sweat pants. "Fuck" he moaned at your continuous teasing to which you smirked.

Your bare back came in contact with the silk sheets again giving goosebumps to your extra sensetive skin at this point. "You had your fun, didn't you babygirl" Jimin smirk latching his tongue to your nipple making you moan this time. "Ahh-- Jimin ahh~" your eyes rolled back with pure ecstasy. He came up to brush his lips against your neck as he slowly pushed two fingers into your mouth. As your tongue rolled around his fingers, he sucked on your neck not hard enough to leave hickeys. At this point he was getting so restless that he didn't even care if he left some. He finally pulled out his fingers from your mouth, covered in warm saliva of yours as the same dripped off the corner of your lips.

"You are so good at this baby, I wish, I could feel that mouth of yours around my cock. But let just save that for another time" he said pressing his lips to yours again even before you could approved his idea. You slowly pulled down your shorts, things clenched together, trying to hide the dripping wet entrance, your state itself was enough to drive Jimin crazy. "Fuck--" you moaned as his thumb pressed against your clit, without any warning his fingers slipped into your core making you breathe out unholy profanities. His thumb massaged your clit as his fingers twisted inside your heat against the walls.

"Jimin, I think--" your moans covered your sentence. "Not now baby, hold it in" he said, as his fingers increased their pace, you could feel a certain heaviness in your lower stomach. The orgasam that you were holding in, kept a constant pressure on your core making you whimper. Jimin didn't let go the chance to enjoy the pleasure of you whimpering under his touch, "Ji-- Jimin please--" your fingers curled around the soft bed sheets, "Cum for me baby" he wishpered licking you sensetive ear lobe, those words were like honey to you.

A wave of relief washed over you as you felt the warm liquid discharged off your body. Jimin licked off the white liquid from his fingers making you bite your lip, "So fucking sweet, just as I thought" he said smirking with satisfaction, "Jimin, I want you-- please" you insisted, Jimin chuckled at the turn of events, "So needy, aren't you babygirl" he said getting off his boxers, finally freeing his hardened length from its cotton cage that was now leaking with precum. The flushed pink tip covered in wetness ready to penetrate you. "I know that you are tried, don't worry I'll go slow" he assured you before leaning towards your body.

Just as his length rubbed against your entrance, both of you moaned out of pleasure. You could feel him slowly pushing into your core. "Ahh-- fuck" you moaned bitting your lips as he went deeper and deeper into you. He could feel your walls clenching around him, "So tight baby" he slowly pecked your lips. "Just for you, Daddy" you moaned. "Fuck! Not now babygirl. I won't be able to control myself" he groaned at the triggering word. You could feel him move, slowly thrusting into you as you bit your lips controlling the excessive moans. He snuggled into the crook your your neck, grousing against your skin. His fingers tangles with your. You grip onto him tightly as he increased his motion hitting you right at the spot.

The walls of heat encloses against his length as he throws his head back in complete pleasure. "Fuck! You are so good! All the fucking time" the showers you with praises. You humm in response, letting the high waves of pleasure hit you with it's highest intensity. "Fuck-- I think I am about to cum" Jimin groans. "Inside me" you finally managed to say as he looks at your surprised.

"I am on pills" you said and the next moment you were filled in as Jimin's thrusts became sloppy. You felt orgasm building up again, you lower stomach churned and twisted, you could feel the subcutaneous flame uder your cheeks, your chest heaving in unison. It finally hits you, the wave off orgasm engulfs you in pleasure, satisfaction and pure bliss. Jimin pulls out with a groan and topples on you. "I think we should get cleaned" you suggest chuckling, exactly knowing what's coming next. It's the 'after - sex - whinny - Jimin' who doesn't wanna let go.

He pulls the bed sheet over both of your bare bodies properly covering yours to ensure that the sudden cold contact of the air conditioner might give you cold. His arms snake around you as he pulls you towards his chest, sinking his face into your neck. "I love you" mummered against your skin gently pecking your bare shoulder. "I love you too Jimin, but seriously we need to--" your voice was cut off by a knock at the door followed by a voice that you knew very well was your beloved leader's, "Y/N, have you seen Jimin?" Namjoon calls out from the other side of the door.

Both of you look at eachother, "Shit!".

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ptergwen · 4 years ago

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let’s just pretend

w/c: 3.5k

warnings: rom com references, drinking, and a little bit of angst

summary: you cope with your feelings for peter by getting drunk on halloween

a/n: ok i really really love this and i loved writing it too? it’s the first like original idea i’ve had in a while so maybe that’s why but yeah i hope y’all enjoy and that this puts you in a halloweenish mood :-)

there’s something about fall that makes you nostalgic. the same images pop into your head whenever you hear the word october. pumpkin patches, colorful leaves, and hot coffee. it reminds you of being a kid. only when you were a kid, all you could think about this time of year was what you were going to be for halloween.

you’d spend weeks getting your costume together and coordinating with all your friends. trick or treating was literally the only thing that mattered. if you wanted to get good candy, you had to have a good costume.

the high school version of candy is alcohol. everyone just goes to parties so they can drink the whole night. no one even dresses up usually. you personally would rather have chocolate than cheap beer. your whole friend group agrees on that.

that’s why you decided to throw your own party this year. anyone who misses the old halloween can come hang out. so far it’s only peter, mj, ned, betty, and the rest of the decathlon team coming. betty invited everyone for you. she also asked liz, but she’s going to flash’s party. he only gets so many people because his parents are never home and don’t care if he raids the liquor cabinet. whatever.

you’re out finding something to wear with peter and mj a few hours before it starts. ned and betty already picked their costumes. she’s going as an angel, and he’s going as the devil. you think they should switch. they’re out shopping for snacks while the three of you hit up spirit halloween.

mj groans every single second there’s silence, and peter keeps getting scared by the motion sensor decorations. he eventually ends up having to go somewhere in the store that doesn’t have any. so, it’s a lot.

“why don’t you be a vampire?” mj asks in her fake interested voice, taking a pair of fangs off the rack in front of her. you scoff. “i think i did that in sixth grade.” she puts them back with a huff. “witch?” she’s just suggesting every costume she sees so you can get out of here. her lack of enthusiasm makes you want to take longer.

“no.”

“zookeeper?”

“eh.”

“what about cat in the hat?”

“mj, what? no.”

“uh... school girl?”

“ok, that’s just offensive.”

“you’re right. why do they have that?” she eyes the costume suspiciously. you cover it up with a random cloak that fell onto the floor. you’re never going to find anything at this point. maybe it’s a sign you’re too old for this. just when you’re about to lose all hope, peter comes over.

he’s holding up the plaid yellow skirt and blazer cher wears in clueless. it’s one of the most iconic rom com outfits. you grab it with a gasp, peter giving you a knowing smile. “oh my god! wait, where did you find this?” “they have a section with movie stuff.” there’s a han solo costume in his other hand.

you throw an arm around his neck for a quick hug. peter squeezes you and chuckles when he pulls away. it gets a sigh out of mj.

“sure you don’t wanna be the guy she ends up with?” she elbows peter’s arm. the two of you share a disgusted look. “josh? ew, he’s her ex stepbrother,” you dismiss her. “they’re, like, related,” peter adds. mj rolls her eyes almost to the back of her head and starts to walk away. “someone needs to unplug both of your tv’s.” you and peter follow after her.

of course she would suggest a couple’s costume. she was probably trying to make you both get weird. you’re always being teased for spending so much time together. even your parents and may make little comments about it. you can’t help the fact that you have almost everything in common.

peter is the only person your age who doesn’t try so hard to be cool. when you’re with him, you can be the biggest nerd and wear fluffy pajamas and play with legos. it’s a judgement free friendship.

you’ll admit you’ve wanted it to become a judgement free relationship. there’s no way he doesn’t feel your heart beating against him when you cuddle during movie nights. he has to notice your goofy smile whenever he calls you a nickname.

but, it could all be platonic in peter’s mind. maybe he sees you as more of a sister. that would make josh the perfect costume to go with you as cher.

you shutter and try to push the idea out of your mind for the rest of your time at spirit halloween.

it’s almost time for the party to start when you get back to your house. your parents let betty and ned in to start setting up on their way out. they’re going for dinner so they aren’t around to embarrass you. you have until midnight, then there’s nothing you can do. that gives you four hours.

mj is changing into the coraline costume you made her get, which she actually doesn’t hate. betty is helping you do some last minute decorating. peter and ned are putting out snacks. it’s a really good system you have.

“love the the plaid, y/n. you look so fetch!” betty compliments in between throwing fake cobwebs over your couch. you snort and finish stringing up some lights. “wrong movie, but thanks.” “oh. oops,” she shrugs and gets back to cobwebbing. “peter found it for me.” all the lights are up, so you go to plug them in. betty giggles on your way over.

your living room has an orange glow to it now. dusting your hands off, you admire your work. the moment of admiration ends when you notice how betty is looking at you. “what?” “peter found it for you,” she repeats suggestively. “when he was getting his costume, yeah,” you say like it’s nothing because it is nothing.

“so, what i’m hearing is he wanted to see you in a skirt.” you furrow your eyebrows at her. “what? no, he just-“ she wiggles her own eyebrows at you. you’re going to start sweating if you talk about this any longer. too aware of yourself now, you pull down your skirt and trudge over to the stairs. “i’m gonna go check on mj.”

you’re in the middle of convincing her she looks great and to leave your room when everyone calls your name downstairs.

“what?” you shout back from behind the closed door. “you should get down here.” it’s only peter this time. mj widens her eyes at you, but you’re gone before she can say she isn’t wearing this again.

you make your way down the stairs. the three of them are huddled in front of the door. “is someone here?” you mouth, ned looking off to the side awkwardly. they all move out of the way so you can see who it is. it’s flash. you’re obviously surprised to see him at your house, especially since he’s supposed to be having his own party right now.

“um, what are you doing here?” you try not to sound mean. “didn’t you invite the whole decathlon team? i’m on it.” you’d forgotten about that. peter says he’s only an alternate. flash side steps past you to get inside. you didn’t say he could come in. he heads straight to the chip bowl on your living room coffee table. you’re left shaking your head in pure confusion.

“dude, kick him out,” ned whispers to you. you wave your hand dismissively and walk over. he’s kicking his legs up on the table when you get there. “dope outfit. you look good.” he winks and crunches on a tostito. peter is clenching his jaw, but no one sees. “why are you in my house, flash?” you push the bowl away from him. “oh, yeah. my parents came home from vegas early.”

mj finally gets downstairs, squinting at whatever is going on with you while she walks over to everyone else. “i thought we could combine parties.” flash eyes your friends in a way you don’t like. “all your guests are pretty much here, so don’t worry about space.”

you look back at peter to see what he thinks. he shakes his head no. betty is nodding her head so fast you’re pretty sure she’s going to get whiplash. ned agrees with whatever she thinks, and mj doesn’t care. majority rules. plus, you could use one of flash’s playlists to liven things up. how bad could it really be?

“text everyone my address.”

people are flooding your house in the next fifteen minutes. like, your entire grade might be here. flash hooks his phone up to your speakers and blasts his songs. people grab fistfuls of candy and dance around. you’re running low on soda, but one guy brought extra drinks. alcoholic drinks, which you’re uneasy about. that was a big reason why you wanted to have your own party in the first place.

you don’t want to be a lame host, so you let it slide. a girl is sitting on top of your kitchen counter making out with someone. people are yelling so loud you can’t make out a single conversation. this is all going on and yet somehow, the most surprising thing is that they came in costume. some are more casual, like cat ears and lifeguard hoodies. it still counts.

feeling a little bit lost in your own house, you search for peter. he’s sitting on the top stair just watching what’s going on. you get his attention by throwing a mini packet of sour patch kids at him. he catches it, grinning when he realizes you did that. “i love these.” “good. they were the only ones left.” you take a seat next to him and scratch at the material of his vest for emphasis.

“i can’t believe you said yes to him.” peter opens the sour patch kids. the first one is yellow, so he offers it to you. sharing food with him always works because you each seem to like what the other doesn’t. “neither can i, but i think betty would’ve actually hurt me if i didn’t,” you joke while chewing. he rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “please. she’s too nice.”

you lean your head on peter’s shoulder and grab another gummy. he pokes your arm in protest. “this bag is small. get your own.” you’re nuzzling your cheek against him. “i told you they’re gone.” he’s about to put an arm around you when someone screams downstairs. you quickly sit up.

“i’m gonna go see what the hell that was. i’ll find you later?” peter does his best to hide his disappointment. “yeah, of course. good luck.” you clench your teeth and run down the stairs. this is somehow flash’s fault.

it’s been an hour and a half, and peter is nowhere to be seen. the chaos was just that someone really liked the song that was playing. it didn’t take you long to figure that out. when you went to tell peter, he was gone. you’ve looked everywhere for him since, except the backyard.

a pretty big group of people is out here either playing catch or talking. someone also brought a case of beer outside. you spot mj huddled up by the fence with a bottle. it doesn’t necessarily surprise you. it’s weird to see, either way.

“have you seen peter?” you walk up to her. she uses the bottle to gesture somewhere. he’s in the middle of a conversation with liz. your entire body feels like it’s collapsing into itself. it didn’t cross your mind she would be coming even when the party moved to your house.

she’s nice and all. you don’t have any issues with her. not that she knows about, at least. peter had the biggest crush on her for about a month, then it fizzled out. that’s what he told you. unless, he said that to save face.

you’re speechless. mj figured you would be. she gives you a sympathetic smile and holds out her beer. “yep. drink up.” your instincts tell you to take it, so you do. she heads back inside and leaves you alone with your thoughts. that’s not good for you. the only to way to get rid of them is by chugging the rest of this bottle.

you’ve never had your own drink before, and technically you aren’t now. this is still the most alcohol you’ll ever have in your system. before you can change your mind, you take a generous swig. it’s bitter. you don’t hate it as much as you expected to, though.

your eyes land on liz touching peter’s shoulder. that inspires your next big gulp of beer. you finish off the rest, and it hits you fast. you’re understanding why this is such a popular vice. you don’t feel anything but how tipsy you are. light and floaty. you decide to stumble back into the kitchen and find out what other drinks people brought.

the bright color of your costume catches peter’s attention. he was wondering where you were. excusing himself from liz, he follows you in. you bump into betty on your way to the punch bowl someone filled. she’s holding a red solo cup with the mystery liquid. both of you buzzed, you laugh and grab her arm.

“sorry. s- sorry.” you’re squeezing behind her, her angel wings brushing against your face in the process. you have to weave through everyone to make it to the drink table. peter meets you there when you’re getting a cup. he’s shocked.

“y/n?” smiling lazily, you take a sip. “hey, peter. pete.” the sober voice in your head tells you to stop talking. he probably shouldn’t know you’re drunk. then again, your cup gives it away. “y/n, have you been drinking?” he sounds concerned. everything is funny to you right now. you giggle out a “yes.”

peter doesn’t want to be that person, but you’re not acting right. he reaches for your drink. you pull it away too abruptly, and some of it spills onto the floor. “you... you’re so...“ you start losing your balance. “woah.” peter wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. he takes the drink out of your hand and sets it on the table.

frowning, he throws your arm around his shoulders so he can help you get upstairs. “come on, y/n/n.” you don’t argue this time. you’re at the part of being drunk where it doesn’t feel good anymore. peter holds you close to his side and walks you out of the kitchen. he stops to talk to ned for a second.

“hey, man. y/n’s parents are gonna be home soon. could you get everyone out?” he says into his ear. “why can’t she do it?” peter moves out of the way so he’s not blocking you. ned sees. you’re completely faded. “oh, shit. is she okay?” he whisper yells. “i’m gonna take care of her.” “i’ll tell everyone to go.” peter presses his lips into a tight smile, then he’s taking you up to your room.

you flop down onto your bed face first. peter shuts the door behind you. “you okay?” he chuckles, you nodding with your face smushed into the comforter. he’d think it was cute if you weren’t piss drunk. gently nudging you, he moves you so you’re on your back.

“let’s get you out of this.” “ooh, betty was right. you do like me in a skirt,” you giggle and bat your eyelashes at him. he huffs. “no, i mean you have to put on pajamas.” you’re pouting now. “you don’t like me in a skirt?” after going through your drawers, he comes back over with a big t-shirt and fuzzy pants. “i never said that.”

you grin again and grab them from him. “ha.” “do you need help changing?” he sits at the edge of your bed. you’re still laying down. he’s not sure you can handle getting up. “no. don’t be creepy,” you say completely serious. peter has to remind himself you’re drunk. “you were the one who thought i wanted you naked, but ok.”

making peter close his eyes, you peel the costume off your body. you got pretty sweaty. you kick everything onto the floor and start putting on your pajamas. your head gets stuck in an arm hole by accident, so peter has to fix that. the rest is fine. he’s about to bring you into the bathroom to brush your teeth, but you face plant into his lap. you’re out.

the next morning, you wake up feeling like ass. your breath is hot and tastes disgusting. your head is pounding. you could throw up. you’re not even sure how you ended up in your bed. then, you notice peter sitting at your desk. he must have helped you in.

a vague memory of him tucking you under the covers while you whined comes back to you, along with a few others. one of them is of him and liz. the whole reason you did this to yourself.

“hey.” your voice comes out hoarse. “hi.” peter nods and points to your night table. there’s a fresh glass of water. you drink it all down as fast as humanely possible, a hand on your heart. it doesn’t phase him after what you did last night. you set the empty glass down and pat the spot next to you. peter sits by your side.

he’s still dressed as han solo, but his vest and belt are sprawled out on the floor. the boots are under your desk. he actually stayed all night for you.

“i think i’m hungover.” you rest your head against his arm. his body relaxes. “you didn’t drink that much. mj said she gave you half a beer,” he almost laughs, you groaning. “that means i’m a lightweight.” “for now.” your arm wrapping around his, you look up at him.

“sorry you had to deal with me. am i in trouble?” “nah, your parents don’t know. we cleaned everything up before they got home.” he lightly pats the top of your head with two fingers. you squeeze your eyes shut when he does it. “you did? thank you so much, wow.” peter nods and smiles for a second.

he lays his back against the pillow on his side. “let’s just pretend that never happened.” “you’re good at pretending,” you mumble to yourself. you’re not as quiet as you think because peter hears it. “um, what?” you feel too woozy to come up with a cover. letting out a breath, you take your head and hands off of him.

“i saw you talking with liz.” “she wanted to know if i could lead decathlon practice next week. she’s not gonna be in school,” he says slowly, not getting it. “why?” having to spell it out is making you frustrated. “didn’t you say you don’t like her anymore?” “yeah, i don’t.”

“so, why was she being all... touchy?” the jealousy is clear in your voice. peter shrugs. “that’s how liz is. i still don’t get why it matters.” you ease yourself to sit up and turn to face him. those three words you’ve been meaning to tell him are on the absolute tip of your tongue. they’re about to come out.

then...

“i like you, y/n.”

peter says them for you.

you’re so surprised you nearly vomit for real. or, it could be the possible hangover. almost a minute has gone by when you realize you’ve been sitting there with your mouth hanging open. you swallow your spit. “you... you do?” “a lot. i kept trying to tell you, but there was never a good time.” his voice is softer now.

“i realized after homecoming. i wished i went with you instead of...” he doesn’t have to finish the sentence. you nod, a small smile spreading across your face. peter’s eyes are so hopeful. “i like you, too. a lot.” your gaze trails down to his lips.

“i’d kiss you if my breath didn’t stink.” “i’ll let you owe me one.” he’s fully grinning now, and both of you laugh. they’re the kind of laughs you do because you’re so happy you don’t know what to say.

peter presses his lips to your temple, your eyes fluttering closed. “get some more sleep. i’m gonna ask you out when you wake up,” he mumbles against your hair. you grab his hand that’s resting on the comforter. “can you stay with me?” “of course.”

he lays down next to you. you pull back the covers so he can get under them. your head is resting on his chest, an arm around his torso. both of his hug your waist. you’re instantly comfortable cuddled up in his embrace. you drift off to sleep with a smile.

this feels like such a dream. it’s the exact type of situation you’d make up in your head. but, it’s real. peter is still holding you when you wake up. he’s not going anywhere.

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