#and Grace's smile just adds to it all. it confirms all the great vibe and chemistry there between them
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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader
Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.
Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense
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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”
The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.
Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.
“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.
Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”
Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”
“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”
You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”
The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”
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Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.
You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.
They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.
“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”
Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”
“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.
“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.
“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”
“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”
Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.
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Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.
“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.
“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.
“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.
“Fine. Come here then.”
In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”
“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”
“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”
Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.
Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”
Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”
Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.
“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”
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“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”
“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.
“Well the title is very misleading.”
“Agreed.”
Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.
Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.
“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”
Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.
Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”
“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.
He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.
Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.
Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.
“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.
“Yes. To check out.”
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Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.
“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.
Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”
“Why my room?”
“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”
“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.
After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.
He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.
Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.
Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.
That was close.
“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.
“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”
“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”
“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.
“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”
Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”
“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”
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Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”
“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?
“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”
“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”
“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”
“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.
“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.
“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.
“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.
“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.
“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.
“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.
Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.
After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.
Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.
Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”
A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.
Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”
“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.
“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.
“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”
Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”
Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.
“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”
“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”
“And you’re missing out.”
“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”
“Aren’t you dead?”
“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”
Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.
Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”
Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.
“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.
“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”
#nandor the relentless#Nandor x reader#nandor x you#nandor x y/n#what we do in the shadows#what we do in the shadows x reader#vampire fun yeah#love my big huggable vampire#:)
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Lukadrien: Your Hands Hold Home: Chapter Ten
@lukadrien-june
Read it on AO3: Your Hands Hold Home: Chapter Ten: Synesthesia
Luka just so happened to be walking by Adrien’s room when, through the open door, he spotted his crush lying on the floor.
“Adrien?! Are you okay?!” he exclaimed as he rushed to Adrien’s side.
Adrien sat up with a jerk, pulling the earbuds out of his ears.
“I’m fine,” he assured, guilt pooling in his gut as he took in the frantic expression on Luka’s face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“No worries,” Luka assured with a sigh of relief, slumping down to the floor beside Adrien. “So long as you’re okay.”
Adrien’s insides twisted into pretzels at the affection shining on Luka’s face.
“What were you up to before I so rudely interrupted?” Luka teased.
“You didn’t interrupt,” Adrien responded hastily.
Luka laughed. “Adrien, I literally did.”
“Well, you weren’t rude about it,” Adrien clarified so that there would be no doubt. “And I was just…”
He bit his lip, squirming as he looked away and lowered his voice. “I was playing a game.”
Luka’s eyebrow arched in interest. “What kind of game?”
Adrien shook his head. “It’s stupid and childish. My father always said—”
Luka reached out and placed his hand on top of Adrien’s.
Adrien looked up in startled surprise.
Luka’s lips spread into a comforting smile. “Don’t talk down about yourself for him while he’s not here to do it. Be nice to yourself, okay?”
Slowly, Adrien began to nod.
“So, what is this game you were playing?” Luka prompted.
Adrien wetted his lips. “When I was little, I used to listen to music and draw the pictures it made me think of. They were lousy drawings, but…”
Luka rolled his eyes. “I’m sure they were fabulous drawings. Anyone who told you otherwise is a jerk.”
That got a laugh of out Adrien. “My father was never very good with children…. I thought it could be fun to play that game again.”
“You’re going to try drawing? That’s a great idea,” Luka encouraged.
“You think?”
Adrien had thought so, but he couldn’t shake the need to get approval and validation from someone. Years of being told that he had nothing to contribute beyond his pretty face had eroded his confidence in himself.
Luka nodded. “Yeah, definitely. Just let me know if you need to go to the art supply store. I’ll go with you and help carry stuff.”
A wide grin stretched across Adrien’s face. “Thank you. I really appreciate you always being so supportive.”
“But of course. You deserve support, and I’m happy to give it…. So, what are you going to draw? What are you listening to?” Luka pressed, trying to draw Adrien out a little more so that he could continue encouraging Adrien’s ideas.
Adrien’s cheeks glowed like morganite as he looked down at the floorboards and mumbled, “I was actually playing a version of the game where I pretend I have synesthesia. I learned about people who see sounds as colours when I was nine, and I was really fascinated by it, so I started to pretend that I had synesthesia,” he explained.
“I did a lot of abstract drawings, and Father hated them because he hates all art done after the 1880’s, but…I had a lot of fun coming up with what colours the songs were, so…that’s what I was doing when you came in,” Adrien continued bashfully, still half afraid that Luka was going to tell him he was being silly. “I was listening to Yoshimatsu Takashi’s And Birds are Still… and pretending to have synesthesia.”
“May I join you?” Luka inquired, seeming completely in earnest.
“You want to?” Adrien blinked in surprise.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. It sounds like fun,” Luka replied with a shrug.
“I’d be happy to have some company,” Adrien returned with a pleased blush and a smile to match as he got to his feet.
He tipped his head towards his bed. “If it’s okay, I think the bed would be a lot more comfortable than the floor.”
“Sure,” Luka agreed, following Adrien’s lead and lying down beside him.
Adrien offered Luka one of his earbuds and started the song over once they were both settled.
Luka tried not to betray how their location and position was affecting him, but it was difficult when he was in Adrien’s bed where even the sheets smelled like his crush and Adrien was snuggled up shoulder to shoulder with him.
Thankfully, the music provided a welcome distraction.
It started off mellow and fairly static before the strings suddenly began to move and take on a soaring life of their own. Long, graceful passages seemed to evoke birds in flight, moving like a team of synchronized swimmers through the air.
“This song always makes me think of pastel colours,” Adrien whispered. “It’s really subtle and sparse in places, but even the simplicity and occasional scarcity of sound adds to the piece.”
“It’s like a Chinese painting,” Luka mused. “Like those ones done on wall scrolls in black and white. The artists get a lot of milage out of a monochrome palette and simple lines that combine to form impressive landscapes.”
“Yeah,” Adrien hummed, closing his eyes and picturing it. “The empty spaces are just as important as the places there are ink…. This song is like a wall scroll painting of birds in flight…only done in pastel yellows and greens and blues.”
“It’s beautiful,” Luka whispered as the music quietened and returned to the soft, still sounds at the beginning.
“…Want to listen to another one?” Adrien asked hopefully.
Luka was content to lie there with Adrien and listen to music as long as Adrien desired, but he didn’t want to let on how eager he was.
He pretended to be impartial concerning the outcome. “Yeah, if you want, I’m game.”
“Cool…. How about…this one? It’s by Missy Mazzoli. It’s called Vespers for Violin, and I, personally, think it’s really neat. There’s only one violin playing, but it sounds like two because they play the audio from the performer again delayed a second or two, so it’s like the soloist has a musical shadow,” Adrien explained with enthusiasm.
“That’s such a cool idea,” Luka hummed, quickly getting sucked into the music as it started.
“…I think this one is a kind of surreal painting,” Adrien evaluated a minute or two into the piece. “Maybe even abstract.”
“I could see that,” Luka agreed. “Definitely in dark, rich colours. Maybe, like, deep purple and crimson?”
“Yeah,” Adrien chuckled, snuggling closer and resting his head on Luka’s shoulder. “Dark, but not bleak. The sounds are kind of creepy but…sort of…majestic?”
“It reminds me of a crumbling castle out on the Scottish moors with lots of mist or something,” Luka added.
Adrien giggle-snorted. “Yeah. I get that vibe too. Lots of spooky mist. And whales.”
“Whales?” Luka chuckled, caught by surprise.
“Whales,” Adrien confirmed. “My drawing is definitely going to have majestic whales floating around the ruins of an old castle on the Scottish moors in the mist.”
“That could be an album cover,” Luka remarked, suddenly getting ideas. “You’re a genius.”
“Am not,” Adrien laughed.
Luka’s body sang at the vibration.
“You most definitely are,” he pressed.
Adrien turned his head, hiding his face in Luka’s shoulder. “Okay, but I’m only agreeing with you because my self-esteem is really poor, and I need the validation.”
“I’m more than happy to give it to you. You deserve it,” Luka stressed, hoping that Adrien would one day believe him.
“…Thanks,” Adrien whispered, voice brittle and on the edge of tears.
“You’re welcome.” Luka leaned in and gave Adrien’s hair a nuzzle.
They stayed like that in silence until the song came to an end.
“…Would you want to do another one?” Adrien inquired tentatively, not wanting the moment to end.
“Yeah. This is fun,” Luka agreed, thinking much the same thing.
#Lukadrien#Miraculous Ladybug#Adrien Agreste#Luka Couffaine#Lukadrien June 2021#MLB#Fluff#Pining#Mutual Pining#Slow Burn#Friends to Lovers#Music Nerds#Music#Synesthesia#Writing Prompts#Mikau's Writings#Your Hands Hold Home
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Imma just say my thoughts on the show. I've go so much to say about Tiny Pretty Things lmao. Spoilers under the gif. I'd love to do the See More thing so y'all dont have to scroll if you don't care but tumblr is bugging out on my laptop and mobile doesn't have that option.
So I originally thought that the show would be haunting of bly manor/hill house meets ballet. Those vibes you know. The trailer was amazingly done. Sucks the show wasn't.
The trailor showed Cassie falling/being pushed off the roof, Cruz trying to bring her back and that's really the last the viewer sees of her. I thought Cassie was dead. I thought it would be a murder mystery but nope. Cassie survived and woke up from her coma. I thought racism would be tackled. Nope. Never even mentioned. Some cool double life. Not really. You've got pedophile rapist and girls being pimped out. All the chatacters apart from Torri and Matteos mom are insufferable. I hated all of them and didn't give a shit about them.
Neveah is the main girl. She's a 16/17 year old girl of color entering a rich elite school of ballet. By the end of the show, the watcher knows nothing about her apart from her felon mom and wheel chair bound brother. Neveah started off strong in ep 1 and 2 but turned into a side chatacter. Bette, the rich white girl, becomes the main chatacter. She gets more scenes than Neveah and more developed relationships. She also gets a homophobic boyfriend so.. Yeah. We meet her mom and brother. Then you never see them again. Like literally after the music video scene they just disappear. They don't even show up at the Ripper dance or call Nev. Nev reminds me of Grace/Anna from Grand Army. Like Anna, they were terrible friends to the girls who got assaulted. Nev knew something was up with June but did nothing. Then she goes to the reporter about the assault when June specifically asked her not to and ended up putting June in danger. Nev does not care about the people around her until they become beneficial to her and her agenda. She had no reason to visit Cassie when they didn't even know each other.
Bette is the elite rich white girl with pretty privilege. She did EVERYONE dirty yet they all defended her when June and Shane got mad at her for good reasons. She had the audacity to forgive her homophobic boyfriend. He called someone a f*g just cause they bumped into him and Shane lashed out at him. It's not Bette's place to forgive him when his homophobia doesn't harm her. She is probably one of the characters with the most sex scenes. She also basically ignored her boyfriend's eating disorder. She's also a drug addict so sis has a lot of shit going on in her story.
Shane borderline assaulted Oren and is a hypocrite. His character was ruined for me the moment he shoved his hand down Orens pants and pushed him on the bed when Oren was trying to do the right thing. He continued to call Nabil psycho and never apologized for it even after Nabil was cleared. He's also in a relationship with an adult. I believe he's a sex addict as well.
Oren is bland. No personality and suddenly caught feelings for Nev even tho they only had a conversation like twice. He has an eating disorder and I hope it's more touched upon since lots of guys go through eating disorders.
June is.. I have mixed feelings about her. Some eps I loved her other eps I hated her. She's a thief, lier, crybaby but she tried doing the right thing a few times and realized Bette was playing her. She accused Neveah with no evidence about the door jam. Their friendship is so weird. The moment her mom chose not to meet Ramon I knew they were going for the 'villian is one of the characters dad'. If done well, the trope is great. They didn't do well. Also, girl in red vibes from her.
Nabil was the most tolerable characters on the show. He was accused left and right. His roommate hated him for PRAYING. Orin and Caleb were so lowkey racist towards him and Caleb was outright islamphobic. He didn't hold back. Nabil and Neveah had potential but Nabil chose Cassie and then suddenly went for June? Idk that was dumb. I don't hate him. I'm neutral about him.
Caleb can suck a big fat dick. I hate him with every fiber in my being. He was so islamphobic. Like for no reason. He got mad that his roommate prayed. You bet your ass he would care if Nabil was Christian. Are you fucking serious? Then he has the AUDACITY to suddenly become buddy buddy with him. I'm happy Nabil had none of his shit at the start. I hate his voice too.
Cassie should've died. They could've still had her be in those dreams. It would've been like her haunting them. Her parents suck. Her relationship with Ramon was unnecessary. I do like that she isn't sweet and is instead a bitch.
Cruz is as useful as the cop from Elite.
Matteo is lowkey a pedophile and is also homophobic. I wish they didn't make him homophobic cause his character is nice but he enables the fuck out of Bette. He tells her off then smiles and comforts her. Dev is confirmed a pedo and is a dick. He doesn't know what he wants and got mad at Shane for not liking a homophobe. Did nothing about his bosses going after pimped out teens until others knew about it.
I have mixed feelings about Delia. They could've had her reason for confronting Cassie be that she didn't want to be outshined instead of her being mad about Cassie stealing her man. Delia is the golden child and seems like she knows it but doesn't care. She also acts like she cares about Bette but if she did she wouldn't had let Bette take the fall for her.
Ramon was messy. I didn't like hoe touchy he got with Bette or that he kissed her. I would've been just as petty if the woman who groomed me as a young dancer decided to suddenly announce I would be choreographing for her dancers. He groomed Cassie, made someone touch his dick, and also bascially flashed Shane.
There was a sex scene and an ass in every ep so if you wanted to watch this show with your fam, I'd reconsider. It's gross considering half the characters are minors. They could've aged them up to college students that are 18-20.
This is a show about minors for adults. Feel free to chat or add anything. I'll be happy to respond and discuss this show.
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Summer shenanigans
Length: 4.3k (wasn't supposed to be this long)
Warnings: none I would think.
Genre: Crack honestly, Fluff, bit of angst?, friends to lovers
A/N: This has been in my drafts for more than a month and I'm sick of staring at it so, here ya go.
“Y/N come on!!”
Hyunjin yelled at you from the large wooden entrance door of the vacation house. With his luggage in hand, trying to fit his three giant suitcases through the door Simultaneously. You swore to god that boy probably only has a few functional brain cells, you have no idea how he’s so good at his studies when he was so stupid in real life.
Well, you guess it was only fair, he can't have both the beauty and the brains.
Spring break finally graced itself upon you poor university students, and Changbin ever so kindly offered you and the guys a stay at his family’s vacation house for the remainder of the break. The Seo’s are filthy rich, none of you were going to miss such a luxurious chance. It totally has nothing with you wanting to spend even more time with Changbin.
You got one foot out of the car before freezing solid in your place at what you witnessed. It wasn’t the gorgeous two stories, polished house that looks like it came out of a magazine that had you stunned, you have been friends with Changbin long enough to be used to such lavish things. Instead, it was the view that had you mum of words, The exquisite display of the variety of flowers, trees, and bushes, wind playing gently with your loose hair strands, and the sound of birds flocking away above your head, all of that combined made it look like it was one of those scenes featured on national geographic. Mother Nature at its purists form.
The whole vibe of the house was serene and nostalgic. It oddly made you feel more at home than your own home. Probably because Changbin and anything related to him makes you more at peace than anything and anywhere else.
Naturally, the first thing you did was take out your phone and start taking pictures with it.
“Alright! I just need to document this.” You replied to Hyunjin.
“What are you? A fucking reporter?” He retorted.
“Hey, don’t be mean to Y/N!!” Changbin came from behind Hyunjin and delivered a blow to his head. A sulky, pouty Hyunjin retreated to the house with an amused Minho at his side, trying to comfort him.
Well if you count rubbing the injured persons back while laughing at their agony comforting.
You’ve met hyunjin in one of your general classes in uni, and he just so turns out to be one of Changbins many friends. Your relationship with hyunjin was hard to describe, he was as annoying as a strand of hair sticking to your lip gloss on a hot sunny day, but at the same time so annoyingly adorable and sassy that you can’t really hate him. That said, Changbin has always been your favorite.
Well, you might be a bit biased, you have been friends the longest, ever since the day he stopped those boys back in elementary from pulling on your pink bow-ribboned pigtails. You stuck to him like glue from that day on.
The rest of the boys you met as time went on, some in high school and the others in uni. Nonetheless you were close with all of them. But none had the same rapport you and changbin shared.
Well, all of that plus your ever long-lasting crush on changbin doesn't help your favoritism at all.
But really, how can you not fall for Seo Changbin? With his perfect chiseled jaw and cheekbones, Witty sense of humor, charming personality and his utmost feeling of need to take care of you, some would also mention his wealth, but that didn’t really matter to you. Honestly, anyone, your place would have fallen for him too.
Nobody knows about your little crush, or at least you hoped you were not being that transparent with your feelings. If they did know they haven't done anything to let you on.
You tucked your phone back into your shorts pocket and turned to get your luggage out of the back end of the car. Unlike a certain someone cough*Hyunjin*cough, you brought one bag only as there was only one week left of spring break.
“Let me take that” The all too familiar smell of sandalwood and ylang cologne swarmed around you before you felt a presence behind you reach a hand and take the handle of your bag from your hand. briefly trapping you between their arms and body in the process.
You didn’t have to look back to know that it was Changbin. You could tell him a mile away just by his strut. You had every single detail about him memorized, you two spent a lot of time with each other so it was only natural for you to notice how he walked when he was excited and skipped towards you to tell you all about the successful date he had the night before, or how he drops his shoulders really low when he's feeling blue after he broke up with his ex-girlfriend, or how he didn't blink when he was too invested in his game, how his chest would stop moving for a couple of seconds when a suspenseful moment appears on the movie you guys watch together. How he would eat with his eyes closed and barely able to shut his jaw to chew in the mornings, his face puffed and still lingering with sleep, how he still hasn't gotten rid of his bad habit of sleeply sneaking into your bed to snuggle with you. It was fair to say that you dedicated a lot of time studying him more than anything else. He always had his way with charming whoever he meets. It's true that he’s quiet, but that doesn't mean he doesn't speak up when he deems it needed or appropriate.
“I-i have arms of my own you know” You replied, quickly ridding the waver from your voice, Finally braving a look behind your shoulder.
“Yeah, I know.”He gave you that quirky little smile you like before heading towards the entrance.
What? What does that even mean? He really should not be able to make your heart skip a beat with just a smile....that really is unfair.
“It’s hot outside, come on!”
As soon as everyone was gathered in the main sitting area, a war of Rock Paper Scissors initiated to decide who sleeps where. You got the guest bedroom upstairs that was right across Changbin’s. Great, more chances of running into each other.
You were settling into your new temporary bedroom when a shirtless, running jisung skipped past your open bedroom door, on his way downstairs yelling, “ last one to jump into the pool cooks us dinner.” Following a loud splash noise coming from your open balcony window, then another, and another, and another... oh shit.
Changbin heard the communication and came out of the room, shirtless, exposing to you what you already knew was there. That boy went to the gym, so his ripped biceps and visible six pack line were no surprise to you, but it didn't make it any easier not to look. “ Come On Y/N, don’t want to be the sore loser” and started running downstairs
You ran back to your balcony peered over the pool, seeing all of them already in it, sitting around in floaties or swimming “ YOU ALL PLANED THIS YOU FUCKERS.”
Your confirmation was in the form of snickers coming from the half-naked chlorine-soaked boys.
It was nearing sunset, a great time to spend it in the pool, where the water wasn't as hot as the weather around you. But since you were the designated loser, you didn’t wear your swimwear as you weren't planning on entering the pool seeing that it would delay you from making the dinner later on. Plus the boys were really rough in the pool, you were not ready for another repeat of last time.
Apparently, the boys had another idea. You stepped out on the veranda in the backyard and looked over to them, and your eyes immediately went over to one figure you knew too well, seeing as he was standing in front of you a few minutes ago.
He had his back to you, sitting on the edge of the pool, feet dipped in the water, with water dripping from the tips of his wet hair, sliding down his muscled back, Down..down..down...down-
“Y/N! are you not going to jump in?” Said figure was looking at you now. When did he even turn around?
Caught red-handed, you just retucked your lose strand of hair under your Sunhat again and replied to Changbin ”Its either I cook your dinner, or I chill in the pool. One or the other, can't be both.”
You bearly finished your sentence when a war cry was heard from behind you. Immediately a flashback took you back to the last time you went to the pool with the guys. Standing near the edge of the cold water but not yet getting in, testing to see if it was too cold until you heard a shout, the same exact one you are hearing now, push you into the pool.
But not this time, like hell were you going to fall for that again. Once you snapped back to reality and realized the shouting was dangerously close to you, you stepped back as if you saw a trope of fire ants crawling on your feet, and looked at poor Changbin as he took the fall instead of you. A hyena-like howl was heard from Jisung lying where poor Changbin was a few seconds ago.
Mastering all the strength you have, you push an unaware jisung right next to his victim, giving him a little taste of his own medicine. Triumphantly you tell him once his head’s above the surface “ Next time you try to sneak attack me, you might not want to stat that you are, the war cry gives it away.”
“Our Lil’ baby is all grown up now, she won’t even fall for our pranks anymore” he fake cried to an equally-annoyed-as-you Changbin.
“Hey, she fell for the first one,” Hyunjin yelled from the other end of the pool, seeming to have been following your conversation.
“And you bet your ass I’m only cooking tonight to make sure that both of your meals are burnt to crisps.” You laughed internally at the horror that played on their faces, didn’t think that far ahead now have they?, ” don’t know, might add something a little extra too if I’m feeling like it.”
Changbin snorted at the two idiots that were now slowly making their way to you to beg for mercy. You ignored the two imbeciles and instead reached your hand out to help Changbin out of the pool.
He held onto your hand and pulled himself out of the pool, you slightly staggered towards him with how much strength he used to heave his drenched body out, making you sway a couple more feet closer than needed to a very wet, Topless Changbin.
Your first mistake was looking up at him. From this close, you could see everything.
“Thanks,” he muttered to you as he brushed his hair out of his eyes and face, flexing right where you can clearly see him in the hazy apricot and mauve glow of the setting sun.
A wet Changbin looking at you like that was seriously making you think some unholy, unbiblical things.
“That would have been me, so I guess I should be the one thanking.” You reluctantly, howbeit hurriedly, looked away from him and bee-lined to the barbecue grill set that was some way from the pool to get the fire started.
You were being really distant to him today and you hoped he wouldn't notice it. But honestly it was your fault, you knew there was going to be a pool, hence seeing half naked changbin, but you thought you'd be able to control yourself more than this, you really didn't want to ruin your relationship with him, you wanted to keep him by your side, even if it meant only being his friend. you can't imagine a life without him in it.
Behind the safety of the grill, you put your hand over your fast-paced beating heart, trying to calm it down. You were just friend and you have to keep reminding yourself that. he only looks at you as a young sister and that all.
At least that's what you both thought.
The mouth-watering smell of the assorted type of meats being cooked swept over the place and slowly but surely, the boys one by one came towards you to try and steal a bite before dinner. Seungmin was the only decent one around here who was next to you helping grill the food.
Hyunjin, for the nth time, jumped out of the pool and ran towards you, probably trying to get a bite that you just won't seem to give him.
looking at you with his best puppy dog eyes and a pout, he whined “Y/n ahhh~ You're not still angry, are you?”
You looked at him, hit his head with your tongs then continued flipping the meat,” I'm seriously going to burn the meat if you keep talking to me” you said ignoring his little yelp of pain.
He made his way around the grill and clung to your arm to stop you from accomplishing anything and pay attention to his whiny little ass “Y/N~ we were just kidding.”
Nothing, no reaction. You kept ignoring him in favor to put the new raw pieces of meat on the grill, setting the freshly cooked one on the plate beside you.
You were planning to cook dinner anyway so their stunt didn't really upset you, and being pushed into the pool wasn't new to you but it was fun messing with hyunjin even though he could get a little too whiny or clingy. It was really worth it to see his little pout every time one of the boys would come to steal a piece of meat in front of you and you would allow them, but as soon as he reached you slapped his hand away.
He was being adorable you'll give him that, but it was going to take much more from him to break your facade.
"Y/N~~ You know you love me" he pushed his face right in your line of vision, in front of the hazardous flame. “You could never hate this ” and proceeded to point at the whole 5′10 glory that he was.
You pushed him away"Hyunjin you're going to get burnt."
"If that's what it takes to get you to forgive me" and pretended to reach his hands to the fire. You slapped out of fear of him seriously throwing his hands the fire- because everyone knows how dramatic he can be- only for it to ACTUALLY hit the edge of the hot grill and burn his hand.
He cried out in pain and you quickly, but diligently, held his hand and took him to the outdoor sink behind you "You fool!! I told you you're going to burn yourself"
he gave you the softest little pout "I'm hungry and you were being a meanie.."
"Oh now IM the bad guy?" you rubbed his scalded skin softly under the chilly water, trying to sooth it, unbeknown to you the glare that changbin was sending towards your linked hands, and Hyunjins little coy smile.
“You've always been bad, baby.”
“Ew, now any shred of guilt I had has flown away” You let go of his hands and turned towards to continue your grilling.
“Y/N ~“ he continued his whining” You ignore me, refuse to accept my apology, starve me, throw my hands into a burning fire pit, and won't take any responsibility for my aching hands, can't you at least-”
Brimming with guilt, you stop him from rambling anymore by sticking a piece of meat into his fly trap.”There, Happy?”
Nodding his head with a look of complete mirth on his face, having finally gotten what he wanted, he waddled away.
if it wasn't for his reddened, puffy skin you would have thought he faked his injury only so you would feed him.
Shaking your head, you focused on your task, letting a little smile slip on your face at how ridiculous that boy was. Changbin was confused at why he was fuming at how gleeful you looked thinking about a boy that wasn't him.
Bellies sticking out and any sign of a six pack now completely perished, the boys have vacuumed the table clean. not a single bite of food left, or a full bottle of alcohol in sight. Seungmin was nowhere insight (Probably passed out in his room),hyunjin and the other boys were passed out drunk on the table, they wanted to play a game of hide-and-seek but couldn't choose a person to count so they all closed their eyes to count but ended up knocking out. Jisung was drunk singing to himself sad love songs, while you and changbin were the only still sane ones in the group. Drunk yet still aware of your surroundings.
Changbin was acting very weird throughout the whole feast. Hyunjin, who sat beside you, kept whining into your ear about how he couldn’t eat with the crucifying pain his hand was in. You already felt guilty for burning him, but seeing him hiss every time he tries to pick up his food only for it to drop out of his hold was what made you feed him. You would every so often shove some food in his mouth to shush him, and he would gladly quite down. Changbin was not amused. He didn’t spare you a look, he ate quietly and kept to himself, then jumped into the pool once he was done.
The sound of water gently swooshing, making way for changbin’s body to come through was really calming.
You sat with your legs in the pool and looked at the fluorescent lights glowing under the water, making the idea of jumping in even more appealing. Your stomach was full, mind hazy, yet whenever you sneaked a glance at changbin, you always felt a pang of emptiness in your heart.
Sure he is always there beside you, you always see him, you can hug him, touch him, hold his hand, but it pains you that it is only platonic, You have no idea when your crush on him began, probably from day one, but the idea of him going out with someone other than you was really painful to the point where it would cause you to ignore him for a couple of days before you realize that your wasting precious time where you could hang out with him instead of weeping over the unknown future.
It was stupid.
Really it was.
One guy shows you kindness and you fall head over heels for him.
but then again, feelings and emotions have always been obscure.
“Y/N...?” carefully, changbin called out your name once he was close to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Shit, you once again were caught staring at him all longingly.
“Hmm?” you try playing it off again, you were really not on top of your game today.
“Come join me“ he prodded your leg, gently giving a pull.
“I'm too lazy to go change“ Bullshit, you were making excuses and he saw right through it. being close to someone for a long time had its pros, changbin has always been good at reading you, it was a surprise it took him this long to come and talk to you about, it.
“Then just jump in“
“Nah” You already were caught staring at him twice today, you couldn't risk a third.
Having none of that, he this time pulls your legs with a sturdy grip, making you land inside the pool with a splash, his body dangerously close to you.
You would have scolded him if it wasn't for the way he was staring at you right now. His gaze held so many emotions behind it that it was hard to decipher all of them.
“Stop looking at me“ you shied away from him. Or tried at least but he realized what you were going to do and slid his hand that was leaning on the sky-blue ceramics to your side, locking you in place and sending your mind into a frenzy.
“What if I said I liked staring at you?“
Where was this coming from? he was never like this with you, where was this new surge of confidence coming from? You might have misjudged how sober Changbin was.
At this point your heart was beating so fast it could outrace Usain Bolt.
“S-Stop...Don't look at me like that..“you blushed.
“Like what?“ he’s even closer now, noses bumping each other. his hair tickling your forehead.
“Like...Like- That” You lamely ended. Not trusting yourself at this vulnerable state. his stare is piercing, peering deep into your eyes and compelling you to move closer. His gaze held a knowing glint as if he knows every dirty little secret you kept from him, but there was still hesitation dancing in the back of his iris.
you felt his other hand creep onto your hip. Making you hold your breath.
“Stop me if I’m wrong.” You had no time to think what that meant before you felt his cold, wet lips touch yours.
You fantasized this moment a lot, but never would you have thought it would actually come true. Him holding onto you real tight, a hand cupping one of your cheeks to tilt your head for better access.
It took you a moment to truly believe this was actually happing before you pushed Changbin away. Changbin didn’t like you, he was just drunk. Was what you told yourself.
“Binnie your drunk,” you couldn’t stare him in the eyes. You wished for forever for this to happen, you’ve imagined a thousand times how his lips would feel on yours. But this was breaking your heart, he just did that because he’s drunk.
He quickly shook his head, “ I didn’t drink that much.”
“Then where is this coming from? You’ve never shown any sign that you liked me.”
“I didn’t think I had feelings for you but seeing hyunjin touching really... it’s just..” he choked, “ I think I've liked you for a while now Y/N”
It’s crazy how one sentence could set a festival in your body, your hands and legs tingly, your ears ringing, and your stomach fluttering. “W-What?”
“ yeah it’s true, haven’t you seen the way he looks at you?” A voice said from above your head. Turns out Minho wasn’t as drunk as you thought he was and has been watching you two.
“Way to ruin the mood asshole” Changbin tsked.
“Hey you were the one that took a century to figure out he actually likes the only girl he gives a shit about,” it was Minho’s turn to tsk and sass back at Changbin” the whole campus already thinks you're a couple, ‘bout time both of you actually did.”
With that, he took his bottle of alcohol and made his way to his room, saluting you” enjoy the night you love birds.”
“Where was I ?” Changbin caught your attention again once Minho was nowhere in sight.
“Confessing your undying love for her ?” This time it wasn’t Minho. You both forgot that jisung was still kinda aware of his surroundings.
“Oh for fuck's sake!!” Changbin looked pissed off now, and it made you crack a smile.” Y/N come on, let’s continue this somewhere else.”
He jumped out of the pool and helped you out before dragging you inside the house, passing a snickering hyunjin and jisung at the table.
“ DONT FORGET TO COVER IT” you heard jisung yell after you.
“Oh god,” you groaned, great now they will never stop teasing the both of you with dirty comments and innuendos.
Once you reached the couch, Changbin loosened his hold and turned to you,” Now, where was I ?”
“Confessing your undying love for me?” You teased him now that you fully grasped the situation.
“Right,” he smiled.
You didn’t know if the queasiness was from his smile or the alcohol, but it made you feel good.
He held your hand, looked you straight in the eyes, and earnestly said “I really like you Y/N.” you blushed even more at his straightforwardness. but you still had doubts. you did see him drink quite a bit.
“Are you sure you're not drunk? you're not going to regret this in the morning?”
“Oh for Jesus Christ's sake- Y/N” you jumped at the sudden frustrated voice when you noticed it didn't come from changbin, but rather from the boy that was passed out on the couch behind the pillows, completely shielding him from view. He stuck his head out from behind one pillow, his hair a mess and said “ He's been complaining to me about how perfect you are all week, Y/N this, Y/N that, just date each other already or else I'm-”
what seungmin was going to say next will forever be a mystery for changbin had smothered him with a pillow murmuring “ Go back to sleep.”
“So... it's true?”
“YES,” hyunjin, jisung, and seungmin yelled in unison. you weren't aware that dumb and dumber could still hear you both talking.
“Y/N I'm so sorry, this wasn't how it was supposed to go-” you took him by surprise with a kiss.
“I like you too Binnie,” he melted at the old nickname you used to call him.
you might have longed and suffered a lot for him, but the smile that graced his face upon your words was worth every second of the wait.
#okay i low-key ship Y/N with hyunjin#but this aint about them#and yes hyunjin was purposly flirting with Y/N in fron tof binne to get him jelly#not edited#credit to the owners of the pics/gifs#skz#skz imagines#skz hyunjin#skz blurbs#stray kids#stray kids imagine#stray kids scenarios#straykids#stray kids changbin#ChangBin#seo changbin#skz changbin#hyunjin#Hwang hyunjin#skzinc#skzwriters#stray kids fanfic#stray kids writing#stray kids fic#changbin x reader#kpop writing#skz x reader#stray kids x reader
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Keeping it cliché
a/n: I shouldn't write this right now, I'm at work. But look what I've done. So much for that.
words: 1382
In and out. In and out. You reapeated those words like a mantra in your head. In and out. Once again Valentines Day was drawing closer and- once again- you were in absolutely no mood for it. For one, because (just like last year and the year(s) before) you were single, and two, because it was so hyped that you literally couldn't stand it anymore. What was all this fussing about? Why did everyone feel the need to go out of their ways and decorate everything with hearts and red and winged babies? You honestly never grasped this concept. For you, it was a usual day. Well, as usual as it can be when you're surrounded by people who celebrate it like a national holiday. One of them was the one person opposite you: your best friend [F/N].
Knowing her for about five years, you've learned to understand her in a way, that only a best friend could. But then again, there was this day. February the 14th. And she absolutely loved it. It probably isn't a surprise to say that you didn't. You dreaded it.
„You're just saying this because you're single.“ [F/N] would muse, sipping her iced coffee that was ridiculously poured into a bright pink cup. Her's had hearts all over it. Yours didn't. Seemed the barista got your vibe. No hearts, no pink, no tooth-rotting curly handwriting. Just plain, brown cup and straight lettered [Y/N]. Exactly the way you liked it. Utterly un-romantic.
„I don't think that's why,“ you huffed, rolling your eyes as you continued to walk the busy streets of Hells Kitchen, „It's just dump. Why pretend I'm in love just because of a day? You aren't nearly half as happy on July 7th, and why? Because no jerk declared it day of the lovely dovey couples.“
Scoffing loudly, [F/N] stopped and looked at you quite exasperatedly, „Damn it, the arrow Armor hit you with seems to have been poisoned.“
Being the awesome friend that you were destined to be, you completely ignored her. Today, you would not care. And you know what? You wouldn't care on the other 364 days, either.
Gladly, someone decided to bless you with the gift of not caring. Fucking thanks man.
„Honestly [F/N] just leave it be and start pestering someone else. I've had a ridiculously hard day and right now, I don't need you to make it any harder. Just go see Louis or something.“
„Louis isn't available.“ she answered, flipping her red hair and nuzzeling further into her dark brown coat. She had trown away both your cups earlier when you passed a bin.
„Lucky him.“ you grinned, earning a shove from your best friend, „Hey! Stop being a jerk.“
„I'm not sure if she's able to do that.“ another voice appeared, slightly scaring you. Turning around, you saw who it belonged to: the one and only Matt Murdock. Attorney at law, part-time vigilante, your former boss and might you add the one man you had a crush on not so long ago.
„Murdock.“ you greeted, watching him closely. He still wore the same sunglasses you two once brought together. „What are you doing here?“
„[Y/N], hi, lovely to meet you again. I'm great, thanks. Oh, and [F/N] is with you too; Hello there sweetheart.“ Matt mocked you, his voice high and squeaky, „You've always had this talent of making anyone feel like they're part of an investigation.“
„Oh shut you. We were having a small walk and I was actually partly enjoying it, until you decided to grace me with your sarcasm. Anyway, what're you doing here?“
Chuckling, Matt shook his head of thick brown hair, and answered: „Oh, you know, taking a stroll, looking at the nature. The usual.“
Next to you, you could hear [F/N] laughing. She had always thought he was cute. You knew that, and you were pretty sure, Matt did too.
„I see you still enjoy the fine art of jokes,“ he complimented [F/N], making her blush furiously. Oh, what Louis would say if he knew this..
„Hi Matt,“ she giggled, sounding almost nervously, „It's so nice to meet you again.“
„You too. How's Louis?“
Wrong move Murdock, you thought, you shouldn't ask the girl that has a crush on you how her boyfriend is. That just doesn't mix up- only makes her feel kind of guilty for being in a relationship but still blushing over silly complimentes given by other men.
She didn't even know Matt the way you did. She didn't work with him. And she most definetely hadn't seen him the way you did- lying on your bed, bleeding so much you thought he wouldn't make it through the night.
[F/N] only ever saw him as this handsome guy, who was blind and a lawyer and smoking hot.
You saw him for who he really was. Someone who's suffering from all the wrong that was done to him and the people around him. You saw him for the broken boy he was. And yet he still smiled.
In all honesty, you really admired him for that. He was a good person, and a good boss, and you know that he didn't deserve any of this. But this was life- no-one really got what they truly deserved.
You didn't need Matt's super hearing senses, to actually hear the loud gulping noice that [F/N] made, it was almost impossible to overhear.
„Fine,“ she nooded, clearly a little uncomfortable, „Louis is doing just fine.“
Now at least Matt should have the decency to actually anwer her, yet all he did was nood, mumble a small nice and then turning his whole being in your direction.
„Actually, I wanted to ask you something [Y/N].“ he started, completely ignoring your best friend still standing there.
Giving a sideway glance towards the red head, you bit your lip, and nooded. Of course he couldn't see you, but you knew he was aware of what you did anyway, so you didn't care.
„Go on then.“ you said, nudging your head as you crossed your arms, creating a bit of much needed warmth.
Grinning wickedly, Matt shifted his weight on the his left foot. „Well, after you so sufficiently decidet to end your employment at Nelson and Murdock- that I honestly still cannot grasp- one particular thought came to my mind.“
Raising an eyebrow, you looked at his muscular figure. Whatever would now follow probably wasn't what you wanted to hear right now. „Well?“
In all honesty, you wanted this to be over. You liked Matt, quite a lot so, but you also knew about [F/N] and her permanent shifting from one foot to the other made you quite unsetteling.
„As you've always put so perfectly, and I quote: 'I'd never ever date my employer' I came to one realisation: You quit. You're not working at ours anymore. We're no collegues anymore, I'm not your boss anymore. So go on a date with me.“
Out of everything he could have said, you probably wouldn't ever guess it would be.. well, that.
Of course he was right. You said you'd never go out with your employe, but Matt no longer was that for you. Right now he was just someone you once worked for, who now asked you out on a date because otherwise he'd be just as lonely on Valentines Day than you would be.
„What are you saying?“ Matt urged after a while of you being dead silent.
„I- eh-“ You broke your rambling when you felt a hand touching your shoulder. „Just say yes.“ you could hear [F/N] whisper. She was encouraging you. She gave her confirmation, it was okay. But it wasn't just that. It wasn't okay, it was exactly what you wanted to do ever since you had first seen him- to just say yes.
„I.. Yeah, alright, let's go on a date.“ you said, a smile forcing itself on your face.
„Great, I'll pick you up at seven then.“ Matt grinned widely.
And suddenly Valentines Day wasn't so bad anymore.
#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x you#matt murdock imagine#daredevil x reader#daredevil x you#daredevil imagine#daredevil fanfic#jo writes#and as she does so she suddenly realises that this whole fic is horrible#i've uploaded it anyway#ups
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SKAM Austin Season 2 Episode 1 Recap
Faking a boyfriend means one thing, guys. A girl is not into you.
Basically Seniors
Great song to open up the season. ‘Lipgloss’ is very upbeat and catchy.
But I‘ll be honest. I seriously thought I was watching an ad for about 30 seconds before I realized it was the opening to the clip.
Tyler is gay! SKAM Austin finally confirmed our suspicions and I am so happy. Nice twist in having Tyler being the one kissing someone instead of Shay. Really highlights how they are both kind of the Isak character of this show (though I’m pretty sure it will be Shay who has the next season).
Aww. Zoya helping Jo with her sweater head scarf. They are so cute together.
So, Kelsey finally became a Kitten. Good for her, I guess. She actually looks really good; longer hair suits her.
I really like how they are introducing Grace (Noora) being on the newspaper early on. That will definitely add depth later in the season when she is asked to write the article.
It has been a whole year since the Daniel debacle instead of just a few months like it was in OG. I wonder how that will affect the story line. I can understand more how Kelsey might have developed another crush on Daniel seeing as him shaming her happened so much longer ago.
Grace invented a boyfriend to get Daniel off her case. Daniel, if a girl has to invent a boyfriend in order to avoid you, you should take a hint and leave her alone.
Damn, he just stares at Grace for an uncomfortably long time while taking the selfie with Kelsey.
Not A Good Person
I love how Grace is dancing while she cooks. Great continuation of that moment when she danced to cheer Megan up last season.
Wow, Marlon actually says something worthwhile and accurate!
And then Megan ruins it. I’m sorry, but I am going to off on a bit of a tangent here: Saying things like “He keeps on pursuing her because she doesn’t want to be left alone” is so dangerous. Because how does a guy know if the girl is secretly into him? He doesn’t. And assuming things like that is not right. It basically gives men permission to do whatever they want to a woman under the guise of her secretly wanting it. I’m not an idiot; I know SKAM Austin is trying to set up how Grace actually does secretly like Daniel, but that is not the case for every situation. And saying things like “Maybe she doesn’t want to be left alone” as a broad generalization is very problematic. It promotes a male centered rape culture. It is a less harsh way of saying “She deserved to get raped because she was wearing revealing clothes” or saying “She wanted it, so it is OK.” And it is very much not OK. Whew, sorry. Just had to get that off my chest. I know SKAM Austin probably didn’t mean it like that, but putting that line into a season that will most likely deal with sexual assault was a poor choice on their part.
I got so excited that Grace might actually tell Kelsey what has been going on. Yeah, it would be a harsh blow, but it is way better than continuing to lie and deceive her. WHY did Megan advise Grace to not tell Kelsey about Daniel texting her????? It feels like Megan is giving some pretty shitty advice this season.
Ahhhh, Eskild’s a woman! I think her name is Eve. I don’t know why I didn’t realize this before. I mean, Shay is Isak. And Eskild was basically a fellow gay man mentor to Isak, so it makes sense they would change him into a lesbian in this remake.
Oh, and Grace was smiling when she saw those texts from Daniel. I honestly don’t know why. He was still a dick when we last saw him. Were they texting for the whole year, though?
Mostly Naked
Well, I really liked how they included a St. Patrick’s Day parade/festival into the show as that is most definitely a big thing in the U.S.
I kind of feel that Megan is way more into Marlon than previous Evas have been towards their respective Jonas’s. What with that tongue line in Clip 1 and her barging in on Marlon and that girl talking, that’s the vibe I get.
I know people are finding Kelsey really annoying this season and while I do agree some of her lines are outrageous (accusing Grace of not caring about her friends, really?), I can’t help but like her. She is just so cute!
Thank you, Zoya! She tried to shut Kelsey’s crush down so fast. If only she were successful. Sigh. On that note, I am already liking Zoya way more. Last season I thought she came off as rather abrasive without as much of Sana’s soft side. I hope they explore this soft side of Zoya more this season. I could find myself really enjoying a season of her.
Know-It-All
More Poonam! Yay!!! I love her so much. Her deadpan line about not wanting to associate with Grace was EVERYTHING.
Oh, Kelsey, why do you have these hopeless fantasies about Daniel. I feel so bad for her already.
David already seems cool. The brief moment when you thought he could be a potential love interest for Kelsey, and the crushing disappointment when you realized he was with Shay. Noooo! Though since next season, Shay will most likely come out as lesbian, we might see David become a love interest for Kelsey. Wasn’t the actor who played Magnus in OG named David? Please let this happen. Kelsey deserves a nice guy in her life who shares her love of ‘Hamilton’.
Who Is He?
I am literally Eve when anyone is baking cookies. I am really digging Eve so far. She seems way more calm and chill than other versions of Eskild. (I am looking at you, Mika from SKAM France).
‘Daniel Williamson’. Could you get a boy’s name that sound whiter?
Hmm, I think it is interesting how they introduced Daniel’s sister so early. I hope they dig into his backstory a bit more, you know, how he was affected by her death instead of just glossing over it like they did in OG. I think in OG they actually mentioned that his sister died in a car accident. I hope SKAM Austin isn’t as explicit, that way it comes as more of a shock later on.
Messed Up
Jo talking lovingly about her unibrow is all I want in life.
Oh, no. Kelsey exercising and refusing food? Not a good sign. I guess they are going to go into the eating disorder storyline. Also, how are beans bad for you?
Aw, Grace made the nachos with gluten-free chips specifically for Kelsey. And then offered to cook something else for Kelsey. If only Kelsey had taken her up on that offer.
Daniel calls Kelsey to get to Grace. Grace using the pre-calc excuse is way more believable than saying he needed someone’s number. Also, plenty of seniors take pre-calc. And not because they are bad at math.
I like that Daniel admitted his actions were messed up. BUT, dude, if you know what you are doing is messed up, then don’t do it. LEAVE GRACE ALONE! Hopefully, this admission of his points to him being less of a dick than William was, but we’ll see how the rest of the season plays out.
General Thoughts
This is the first season of any version of SKAM that I have watched live and it is a wild experience. I am on the edge of my seat, constantly checking to see if a new clip has come out. I now definitely understand how SKAM got so popular and addictive when it first aired. I thought this was a pretty strong start to the season. They were a few tweaks that really worked well, like Tyler’s confirmation of being gay (or bi, who knows?) and Eskild’s character being a woman. All in all, I think this remake has a very different vibe from OG Skam and I am excited to see where it heads.
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The Trip to Greece (2020) - Review
The Trip films are an odd bunch. Director Michael Winterbottom has been filming the travels of Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan while they play caricatures of themselves for ten years now over the last four films. In fact, the films aren’t even the original product of their work. Winterbottom first edits and releases the footage as a television series for the BBC that is usually about double the final length of the eventual feature film. I’m not sure if there’s any way for a Yankee like myself to lay my eyes on the full, 3-hour television versions, but I’m also unsure whether the extra footage would add or detract from my enjoyment of the film. Largely, it would depend on whether that extra footage was more of the The Trip’s comedy portions or drama portions. Generally, the former far outstrips the latter.
This is all to say, I find this series the most enjoyable when it doesn’t try to be too overly ambitious in trying to be dramatic art. Most people are like myself: they are turning on this movie because they want to see two very skilled comedians riff on one another. In particular they want to see them show off their incredible skills for impersonation. The Trip to Greece has no clear stand-out scenes of impersonations like the previous films. The first film will be immortal for the two comedians’ dueling Michael Caine impressions, and in some ways each of the subsequent films has always seen the pair struggling to recreate the freshness and originality of the first film’s easy back-and-forth energy. The second movie expanded on the viral nature of the first film by revisiting Michael Caine with the added joy of ripping on Tom Hardy’s non-understandable Bane. Plus, that film saw pitch-perfect, darkly comedic performance of Brydon’s famous “man-in-a-box” voice at the ruins of Pomepii, making it seem like there was someone still trapped inside the site’s molten figures. Then, for me, while the third film is the weakest of the bunch, Coogan’s Bowie and Brydon’s Jagger impressions single handedly made it worthwhile. This film’s coup de grace comes in a superb scene where the pair recreates the dentistry torture scene from the Dustin Hoffman & Lawrence Olivier movie Marathon Man. There’s also an impressive feat of ventriloquism where Coogan speaks while also making his mouth look like they are saying different words, as if someone is dubbing a voice over him.
Luckily, these movies don’t rely exclusively on only scenes of impersonation. The conversation between the two talented actors is entertaining on its own, with one always racing to beat the other to punch line. The winner is always us, the audience, and that remains true in this film.
But as I mentioned, the comedy is only about half the equation for each of the film. All of them have a sadness that runs just below their surface. Generally, it revolves around a failed or, in some cases failing, marriage of one of the actors. Or perhaps the two actors start to discuss and struggle with the fact that they are aging and feel that their lives lack meaning. A not-so-subtle loneliness lives at the fringes of the films, particularly when it focuses on Coogan’s character. At its best, the dramatic aspects of the films are thought-provoking and act as sobering subtle criticisms of the seemingly hedonistic, vain lives of actors and those in show business. At its worst, like in The Trip to Italy or The Trip to Spain it’s a self-indulgent mess that we put up with just so we can get more of the impersonations and snarky banter. The first film probably balanced the drama the best by leaning harder into the comedy throughout, with the dramatic undertones only becoming prevalent at the end – a beautifully impactful end to an otherwise frivolous film.
This movie leans much more into the drama than the first film, but unlike the prior two installments the drama is still well-balanced by the comedy. I think that this is largely due to the fact that the actors decide to slide back into their respective roles from the first film. This means that Coogan plays the role of the self-important, womanizing, superior actor, while Brydon is the more light-hearted, good-natured, merry-prankster, unlike in The Trip to Italy where their personalities seemed reversed. And, importantly, this film gives equal screen time to both actors instead of The Trip to Spain where the dramatic bits were skewed towards Coogan.
But above all else, I think the film feels so balanced because it takes such great advantage of its setting to enhance the drama rather than just serve as a pretty backdrop for silly conversations. The script uses the Grecian landscapes to hearken back to the ancient Greeks, with particular emphasis on this land being the birthplace of drama and comedy. Unlike today where “dramedies” dominate much of the premium TV landscape, for the Greeks these were two completely separate styles of theater. Dramas were largely devoid of comedy, and vice versa. The Trip to Greece take advantage of this separation and allows each of its character to embody a different stereotype. The self-important Coogan, of course, embodies the drama. He scoffs at Brydon’s lack of knowledge of Classical philosophy and seems more impatient than ever with Brydon’s imitations. He particularly bristles when Brydon claims that Coogan’s recent BAFTA-winning dramatic performance as a real-life comedian/entertainer in Stan & Ollie was nothing more than an imitation. Brydon, the light entertainer, is like a court jester, always smiling, the embodiment of comedy.
But what I like even more than how this comedy/tragedy separate thematically resonates with the actors’ temperments is how the movie uses this same duality and applies it to the overarching “plot,” if it’s appropriate to even call it that. The whole idea behind this particular trip is that Coogan and Brydon are going to follow the course of Odysseus’s eponymous Odyssey. In fact, the first words we hear from the movie, with the screen is still dark, is Brydon reciting the first words of the Iliad. The first image we see is the pair looking over the ruins of ancient Troy. What’s so wonderful is that the actual Odyssey is not a piece of theater. It’s an epic poem with as many pieces of light-hearted adventure and romance as there are set pieces of grief, destruction and other heavy drama. As such, the film allows Coogan and Brydon to experience their own, separate aspects of Odysseus’ original journey. By the end of the film, both do reach their respective homes, but in a way that matches the vibe of type of theater they embody.
Like any good Shakespearean comedy, Brydon’s journey ends with a marriage of sorts. Ever the light-hearted romantic, he asks that his wife fly out to meet him in Greece. Now, far from his home in England, Brydon has found his home in his wife, his Penelope. With the domineering Coogan out of the picture, Brydon becomes king of his castle, i.e. now HE drives the car.
Meanwhile, Coogan is haunted throughout the film by the possibility that his ailing father will die. His eventual death is all but confirmed by a dream Coogan has midway through the film which essentially recreates Aeneas’ famous flight from Troy while carrying his son and aging father. As those who know the Aeneid know, only one of those three will survive to make it to their new home. His dramatic story arc concludes with the emotional reunion all the way back in England between himself and his son, recalling Odysseus’ eventual reunion with his own son Telemachus.
It’s a beautiful way to end the film. It gives consistency and weight to the fairly rigid juxtaposition of to the two character’s personalities in the film, and it does so in a way that almost seems fated in a way that recalls Greek tragedy. This thematic consistency is overall satisfying without being distracting in the way the dramatic portions detracted from the second and third films. Ultimately, it serves to complement the comedy you show up to enjoy. While it will always be tough to top the first film’s originality and surprisingly poignant end, this is by far the most artistic film in the series, and the arguably the best since the series began. Here’s to more and more trips to come!
*** (Three out of four stars)
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APH RoChu Week 2017 “Electricity”
Title: Electricity
Author; The awesome me of course @the-awesome-sia !
Prompt Day: July 30th (Sunday) Urban Legends // Russia teaching China ballet (I would go for both but I am very busy so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
Summary: Ivan Braginski- a ballet solist in Mariinsky (currently retired). Wang Yao- an upcoming ballet star. Ivan has taken under his special custody the young balllet dancer only to be amazed by his expression and outstanding techinque.
Ivan slapped Wang's back thigh without force as the young ambitious dancer tried his luck standing on pointe shoes.
Of course and men do not wear pointe shoes which are designed for female ballerinas however men can also use them as a trick to strenghten their ankles. The pain Wang felt only made him respect the girls who wore these torture macchines non-stop. He wondered how would it be if he were a girl and the great Ivan Braginski had taken care of his education.
Ivan used to be the best dancer in Mariinsky. However due to a terrible accident he had, and refused to confess both to the press and his known, he gave up dancing. He concentrated on teaching, and Wang Yao from China was his next solo leader to be. He couldn't let him down.
'Wider back. Your beautiful chin must be seen by the audience.' Ivan touched Wang's chin with his hands and slightly moved it upwards 'Do not have a terrified look on your face that seems desperate!' he advised him with wise words and Wang instead of smiling like the Sugar Plum Fairy gained a Spartacus furious expression.
Ivan looked impressed and took a step back to see his student's improvement. His balance was excellent, though his short height helped. His technique needed repairing. However his expression was absolutely breath-taking.
Soon Wang couldn't take standing on one leg with a relevée devant and fell on his knees. Fortunately his hands were strong enough to prevent him from hurting his head. His high ponytail changed direction and touched the ground.
'I am sorry, Mr. Iv-'
'Do not apologise. Just do it again.' he ordered and helped him get up from the wooden surface.
Wang sweeped the dust on his shorts and T-shirt and did an other relevée devant, on the same leg. Ivan slapped his left cheek with no force.
'I didn't mean the move. You lasted more than an average man on pointe. I meant the expression.' he smiled at him, however it was unusual of him to smile during practise that's why Wang slightly shivered.
Wang sighed deeply and then opened his eyes like a warrior. He had managed to gain the same wild expression, which drove Ivan mad, within seconds. Ivan could try to have an expression like this but never match Wang's terrifying aura. He was like a powerful tiger ready to attack its pray, proud and graceful. However Wang was like a snake, determined and sneaky, ready to cause harm. Ivan could never compete next to that.
'Perfect.' he raised Yao's chin up.
Yao let himself touch the ground again. Ivan Braginski helped him untie the bows of the pointe shoes. His fingers were covered by a layer of sweat and blisters. He was lucky that there was no wound under his nails. All he knew is that when he returned home he'd put his feet in salt water and let the skin strenghten again.
'Wang, pay attention to my words and do not daydream about your crush.' Ivan was talking to him in a serious tone.
Wang shook his head and followed Ivan in the big classroom. It wasn't part of his education to be taught within a group of other male dancers, but Ivan thought it would be a good idea to have some company. In reality, Ivan just wanted Wang to be someone blending in his group of students and not be someone special to him.
'Alegro one. Right foot in front. Echappe battu fermé, arms in second, two soubresauts, one with hands in fifth then bras bas while doing a changement, petite assemple with hands on third with the right in front, frappe with the left foot, hands in second, closing to the front, relevée and from the other side. Fast tempo, keep up with the pianist." Ivan instructed a simple exercise and nodded to the pianist to start playing.
Wang wasn't familiar with dancing in the beat of a piano. He always practised with a radio or a CD player so the experience with the pianoman was unique. He actually had a person playing for him transmiting his emotions to the dancers. He looked really happy, with red cheekbones and a bright smile.
'And one and two and three and-' Ivan gave a tempo to the pianist who started to play with a cheerful tone.
Everyone in the classroom started to hop as instructed, Ivan examining their skills and strenght. No need to mention everything was done under detailed perfection. Yao was following the steps with ease. After three times of repeating the course he started to get bored of it in contrast with his fellow dancers. He started to alter the exercise and add more steps, requiring higher speed and skill. He smiled and looked forward to the ceiling. He was jumping higher than the others.
'Pochuvstvovat' et-' Ivan noticed Wang moving differently from the others.
Wang Yao despite knowing he was conciously breaking the rules and looking at the supervisor proudly he continued to dance free. He smiled and continued non-stop like there was no tomorrow.
'Do the expression!' Ivan ordered him and all the others stopped to watch him dance.
Wang nodded to the pianist as he confirmed to play the beat with more sentiment, just like every pianist wishes to play. Wang jumped with all his might. He joined his thin eyebrows and let his eyes gain a more furious look to have the same expression Ivan had seen some minutes before. He indeed looked like the next Von Rothbart.
After fifteen continuous minutes the pianist finished the variation with a VI and dried the sweat of his bald forehead. Wang landed in a plies and then sat on the ground. His classmates clapped with their jaws dropped on the ground. Ivan ran to the tired student and offered him some water and a towel. He sat by his side and asked;
'What makes you dance so lively for so long? Is your love for dancing that much? And especially for such a masochistic type of dance?' he wanted to hug him, but it would be awkward so he leaned backwards.
'It's the electricity of your eyes, the vibe you send me, that makes me keep going.'
Hi there! Hoped you liked it.
So here are some notes that you may want to keep.
*Russian ballet theatres are so far considered to be the best of the kind (along with RAD the English type). However China (and Japan) have made an impressing image on the ballet section due to their ability to be flexible, petite AND super duper emotional.
*Men on pointe indeed exist. Male ballet dancers do not wear pointe shoes but soft ones however when they need to strenghten their ankles they are forced to go under many lessons on that torture macchine. I remember a nice interview from a ballet dancer in RAD whose role was short and frisky thus it was choreographed for a man on pointe.
*All the terms said above indeed exist and can be a wonderful warm-up exercise for alegro (fast) pieces especially for those who need to learn to jump higher and quicker at the same time. I have tried it myself :3
That’s all. Merci~
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