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bloodyjuls-blog · 9 months

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Mi musa. Ana-maria Crnogorcevic x Reader

🚨SOLD OUT 24/09/23 y/n in concert at sala Razzmatazz, Barcelona 🚨

Y/N pov

I was super nervous because today would be my end of tour concert and I couldn't be more excited, I will finally spend more time with my girl. All these months that I've been dating Ana I've had a wonderful time, she is very sweet, very loving, very special to me. I've wanted to dedicate a couple of songs to her on my new album, but I don't want to arouse suspicions because our relationship is a bit low profile.

I invited Ana to the concert and she told me that her teammates love my music so I gave them a few tickets to the concert. Because with this sold out thing it's impossible, they even have a vip pass.

I was wandering in my thoughts when I get a message from Ana telling me that they are almost at the venue.

Ana from Albacete💘

Baby we are almost there

Well gordi, if there's anything you can tell me ILSM ♥️

Ana from Albacete 💘

I love you❣️

Once the concert started the first thing I see is Ana with the whole Barça team? I can't believe it she has brought the whole team hahaha what a woman she is.

"Well Barna how are we?" I say euphoric in what would be my last concert. "Apparently we have some special guests here today" and I look at the Barça girls. They euphorically shout and whistle. "So, are we starting or not?" I say, teasing the audience. To which they shout "Yes" "Guapa" "Say it queen"....

A few songs later, the one I'm going to dedicate to Ana starts.

"Echaste a todos de la fiesta para quedarte sola conmigo en el salón" I look at Ana knowing that she has understood the reference...

Flashback

"Ana my love, are your mates at home? I've already left the concert" I tell her in the middle of the call, to which she answers me: "I've already told them to leave so you can come and stay with me until further notice" she tells me seriously but at the same time sweetly. "Well my life, see you now".

End of flashback

I see that she turns red and I keep on singing... "Y si pudiera cambiar todo lo que he vivido a tu lado por millones en el banco y un coche descapotao, no" her teammates look at her funny because I'm singing the song straight to her...

"En la parte de atrás de un Mini o en playas de Santorini" this part makes her go crazy with the redness of her cheeks...

Flashback

"Anaaaaaaaaa, the car won't start" I say a bit worried from a slope in Santorini... "Y/n I don't have a signal to call the mechanic, you?" she says relaxed. She laughs a bit at me and puts on the radio.... "Ana for God's sake" I say worried. "Oh love, so little is so little, I have an idea to distract you" she says seductively.... "Oh yes, what idea does that little head of yours have?" I lean into his side a little. "First of all, we have to move to the back because my legs don't fit in this passenger seat" once we are both seated in the back I tell her "Lady I tell you once and for all that no funny business back here eh" she looks at me indignant and says: "I just wanted to give you some kisses and do karaoke" I look at her inquisitively: "well I accept your kisses but we must see how we leave" I lean to give her some kisses first in her forehead, then in her nose and then in her lips...

End of flashback

Ana's pov

This concert is special because it's the end of Y/N's tour and as she has given me the go ahead to invite the girls from the team I don't know what she has planned but whatever it is I know it's going to be great. And well who am I kidding, it's y/n everything does well....

During the course of the concert I notice that a song is playing that I haven't heard before, and that's when y/N looks at me and I can intuit that she's dedicating it to me. My teammates look at me a bit out of place because they don't know what's going on and I prefer not to say anything...

"In the back of a mini or on the beaches of Santorini" I couldn't believe that y/n had put that in a song, a phrase that seems innocent but not. "Hey Ana, didn't you have some problems on your last trip to Santorini?" Keira says to me.... "Yes" I say nervously. "AHH, it's just a coincidence that y/n made that reference and sang it to you" says Lucy connecting the dots. "What a weird thing to say, maybe she rents the car from the same place I do" I say to Lucy calmly.... "Mmm well, if you say so" says Alexia suspiciously.

Y/N's pov

"And well Barna, let's go with the last song of the night, a song that is inspired by my midnight muse," I say more calmly.... "With you 'arrullo de estrellas' " and I start playing the piano.

"Es que no hay nadie como tú, que me haga sentir así, en un arrullo de estrellas, te lo digo desde el alma, y con el corazón abierto" I raise my gaze and focus it on Ana... I see her very excited and it makes me get a little emotional. I let a couple of tears fall...

"Eres mi amor amor eterno

Mi ángel de la guarda

Te lo digo desde el alma

María llena eres de gracia "

Now it was clear who I was going to sing for.

The concert is over and I go backstage and in a matter of minutes the Barça girls and Ana clearly arrive. "Hola y/n" says Ana coming up to me and hugging me, "Hola mi amor" I greet her and give her a little kiss on her "cheek" very close to her lips. "I can't believe this is the end of the tour, wonderful, I loved it" Alexia says to me and the others nod. "Apparently you liked the concert" I say amused. "You're the best" Ana says to me in a low voice. "So, what are the plans after this" asks Irene (she already knows about us so it's a closer question) "to rest and keep composing" "I also want to take some time for myself, for my family, my girl and to travel a little bit" I say calmer after today's roller coaster of emotions. "Very good" says Irene with her stoic calm. "I hope to see you more often at the Johan. Tell Ana to give you some tickets and drop by" says Alexia. "Mmm ok?" I say quizzically. "It's obvious that you go out with Ana, I've noticed the whole concert how you look at her and not to mention the reference to Santorini, Ana has told us about that and it can't be a coincidence" says Alexia amused. "Well I'm not hahaha" I say and give Ana a kiss before I go to change for the after party.

Ana's fic has arrived. Let me know if you liked? The lyrics translate down below

1. Song: Santorini by Enol

https://www.musixmatch.com/es/letras/Enol-Marmi/SANTORINI-Marmi/traduccion/english/amp#view_translation

2. Song: Arrullo de estrellas by Zoe

https://lyricstranslate.com/es/arrullo-de-estrellas-stars-lullaby.html

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ggukkiedae · 29 days

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BTS MIYA Kicks Off Her Solo Comeback With Exciting News

7:30PM || March 21, 2024

MIYA talks about her future plans during her comeback showcase!

MIYA dropped the album's pre-release single 'SHHH!' on February 14 as a sample for 'REPPIN'". Since then, ARMYs have excitedly waited for the album's release.

'REPPIN'" is an album that MIYA describes to be one that boosts the feeling of self-confidence while taking inspiration from people she sees as 'girl bosses'. Her examples include Beyonce, Marvel's Natasha Romanoff, Ocean's 8 Debby Ocean, Hotel Del Luna's Jang Man Wol, and Little Mix among many others.

The full-length album came out 6PM today, but Bangtan's Princess held a showcase for the press and a number of ARMYs at 1PM where she performed her title track 'DRAMA' and two b-sides as well ('bloodline' and 'whistle') as talked about her tracks, as we'll write at the end of the article.

Alongside her album release, MIYA released news of a tour this year, starting off in June. She noted that the tour "was actually supposed to be announced tomorrow, but I'm already here. I'll leave the details for the poster, but I'll be going on my first solo tour later this year, and I'm definitely going to focus on performing more recent songs! See you all in June!"

ARMYs flooded to the internet with the news, both excited over the new music as well as the possibility of seeing MIYA perform old songs again as well as other songs she had never performed before.

Are you excited for MIYA's tour? Read below to get a glimpse of what to expect from it from MIYA herself:

MY HOUSE (only until 2:03): "I wanted to open the album with something empowering that boosts that feeling of self-confidence and independence, you know? Also something that feels like pride for representing you and what's yours."

DRAMA: "This is the album's title track and one out of the four songs in Korean on the album. I'd like to say, like its title, it gives off a dramatic vibe in a way that practically screams 'main character energy'."

bloodline: "Writing 'bloodline', i tried to tap into the mindset of a girl breaking free from a toxic relationship. Of course, it isn't something I personally experienced in terms of romance because we all know how sweet and amazing my boyfriend is, but I pulled this a bit from when I got emancipated from my biological birthgivers. Only a little bit. Just the resentment."

egotistic: "I'd say that 'egotistic' falls along similar lines to 'bloodline' in terms of freeing and self/confidence. It has a more Latin pop vibe that I definitely have been dabbling in alongside other genres over my hiatus."

bet u wanna: "If there were one song on this album that would make you more confident when talking to a guy you like, I would think 'bet u wanna' is that song. Enough said, I think that pretty much speaks for itself."

got her own (with TXT Seri): "Seri was with me almost the whole time I worked on 'got her own'! She was really excited to work on something that celebrates female independene and just overall self-sufficiency, and I'd like to think we made a good anthem just for that."

grl gvng: "This is like a song I made with a bunch of my closest friends in the industry. I think namely NCT's Hannah unnie, TXT's Seri, Enhypen's Ari, Aespa's Ningning, Red Velvet's Yeri unnie, and Le Sserafim's Yunjin. These girls are some of the strongest I know."

shhh!: "You guys already know 'shhh!'. You wouldn't expect the album from the pre-release single, would you? Yes, I absolutely enjoyed the more mature concepts I did recently, so I carried it over with this in a more playful manner that shows certainty in one's own desires."

princess diana (with NCT Hannah): "Princess Diana was an icon in her time, and obviously Hannah unnie and I both grew up in England for a time hearing stories of her. This song was kind of us channeling her iconicness in a... not as elegant manner."

b.i.t.c.h.: "I know it's still a shock for many to see me include curses in my music, but I don't care. That's this song, you know? Taking the reigns of my own life because people will always talk, so I don't need to waste time trying to appease everyone at the cost of losing myself. It was a lesson hard learned."

whistle: "This is the last of the Korean songs on this album. Like the others, it's very self-confidence based with the more alluring calmer vibes. It's a song I particularly enjoy performing just because the choreography feels playful and upbeat."

7 rings: "The album closes with '7 rings'. We can't have a woman empowerment album without at least one manifesting song, right? This is the trap song to play when you're getting ready for a girl's night in the bathroom to hype yourself up."

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whiteskullofroses · 9 months

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STAR OF JERUSALEM

Baldwin Iv x Reader

🕯️Imagine you're a theatre star touring the world. Once you perform on the Holy Land, The king notices your talent and wishes to get to know you.🕯️

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"AND ONE AND TWO AND THREE AND Y/N GO!"

And you went. Stepping on the red X drawn upon the stage. Your joyful and youthful face turning into a straight and emotionless one.

"Esto quod es, ex animo, ex Luna."

The scene looked absolutely mesmerising. On the huge wooden floor sat a man-made moon in the phase of waning crescent. Behind you swung stars, the hot weather of Jerusalem making them shimmer and shine as though they were a sheet of a book kissed by candle light.

"Esse est percipi." Clapping sharply and reaching for one of the stars: "ad altiora tendo." Throwing the star on the ground, having it dramatically break apart: "ad astra."

Swirling in your own little world as the strings played a gentle, heart touching melody on the command of the harpist's fingertips.

"Luceo non uro." You sang, breathing steadily and stopping on the centre of the stage again: "nec spe" the music picked up the pace, you dropped to you knees: "nec metu."

"BEAUTIFUL Y/N! BEAUTIFUL!"

You inhaled deeply, for this night wasn't like no other. Rumors roaming around like a vampire at night, that his majesty, Baldwin the fourth will be joining the hopeful crowd of people who share a passion for ancient poetry combined with dread that comes with being alive and wanting it acted out infront of them.

Such news excited you madly, wanting to do the best of the best you practiced day and night for this magical show which will appear before everyone's eyes tonight.

You were incredibly lucky to have God bless you with the talent of being such a delicate preformer. The bigger the crowd, the better. The more eyes were glued to you the smoother words ran out of your mouth.

'What a lovely feeling it is, to be loved.' you thought, not only today but often as you've seen all of Europe, have met hundreds of impressionable people of whom you only heard in fairytales as a lowborn child. Them preaching what a fine show you've put on behind the stage curtains after every show made you feel like a flawless angel with bright wings and the purest soul.

The Holy Spirit inside you was preaching that showing off your skill to who some call 'the messenger of God', or simply the ruler of the Holy Land, should be your top priority. You always listened to it, as a personal belief of yours was that It was in fact God speaking to you through it. So what other choice could you have?

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Heavy clouds casted upon the wide stadium. Whispers of wonder were dominated by laughter of those already tipsy ones. These kinds of special events that to foreigners often seemed formal, were in all reality a party for all kinds. Those who wished to drink through the show were allowed without any restrictions, yet those who listened and watched you, were rather intoxicated with words that cut deep.

And so it is. The Greek harpist began strumming a century old melody called: 'Stella iuxta Lunam'. The crowd went silent like birds during a storm. Curtains coloured dark blue opened, presenting a beautiful young woman in a black dress with pearls in her hair. That woman was you.

The people of Jerusalem weren't used to a woman showing her hair, not only because of how religious the people were, but also because of the hot weather. Many people would suffer heat strokes and terrible migraines without them.

As you sang in Latin, the clouds cried down on the Earth. Soft tapping mother nature provided with the downpour gave out a great additional scene.

"Ad astra..."

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Folks cheered, threw roses and whistled in your honor over and over again. The rain had long before stopped allowing the stars to shine up in the skies.

Bowing and sending kisses to the sea of people, you left the stage.

Sighing and letting your hair down. Just as you were about to go drink some water, you heard an unfamiliar voice speak your name.

"Yes?" Breathing out and turning towards the one standing behind you.

As soon as you saw his metal mask you quickly added: "Your majesty."

Straightening up and giving your hair a quick fix, he started: "I greatly apologize for interrupting you while on break."

Sitting down on a chair, breathing heavily.

He was so sick. It broke your heart, poor twenty year old couldn't even walk a couple of meters without almost passing out.

"However" he continued: "I must say I'm a great fan of your work."

Taken back from the fact that the King of Jerusalem himself came to see you perform despite his state: "I'm truly honored, your majesty-"

"Baldwin." Interrupting you. Noticing your surprised expression he chuckled.

"Alright, Baldwin. Thank you for coming to see me tonight." It wasn't unusually for you to have people of power view you as one of them. After all you made good money and were loved to death by whole of Europe.

"I'm really proud of how far you've come." Baldwin was showering you in compliments and all you could do was redden in the cheeks and grin.

After a while he pondered: "How long are you staying here, Y/N? Tilting his head to you, who was now sitting opposite to him.

"Three days."

Baldwin leaned forward: "Do you play chess?"

You did. And you were bloody good at it too.

"Join me tomorrow for a round then." Standing up and taking one last look at you: "when the Sun goes down."

THE END.

#kingdom of heaven #baldwin iv x reader #baldwin iv #theatre

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notoriousbeb · 11 months

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A Partial Haylor Relationship Timeline (In My Head)

I was listening to 1989 a few days ago and, as I do, I stumbled down a Haylor rabbit hole.

While I think my reference points are logical, much of this is, of course, speculation, so continue only if that’s your bag:

My jumping off point was this thought: “Hmm…is Wonderland about the rumored fight in Virgin Gorda in January 2013?”

So, we went on our way

Too in love to think straight

All alone, or so it seemed

But there were strangers watchin'

And whispers turned to talkin'

And talking turned to screams

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I reached for you, but you were gone

I knew I had to go back home

You searched the world for somethin' else

To make you feel like what we had

And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad

Now I’m thinking the “long six months” referenced in “How You Get the Girl” was between January 2013 and June 2013. And when they got back together in June, they decided to keep their relationship out of the public eye, because that had been a point of tension.

(Side note: I’ve seen it referenced on a wiki, but without citation that I’ve found, that Taylor wrote and recorded HYGTG in January 2013; however, according to her, she didn’t start working on 1989 until around April 2013, during the Red tour).

So perhaps they’re together in secret though the summer but, by the fall, she needs some space and is maybe cracking under the pressure of all the secrecy (“I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you”). So they take a break. He goes out with Kendall in late November.

Yet, in December, Harry tweets the lyrics “better still, be my winding wheel” on Taylor’s birthday.

But word spreads in January 2014 that they’re meeting up on the down-low in Malibu. (It was later confirmed by Courteney Cox that several of those hangs were at her house…man, they’re all so cool).

In February, they’re spotted hanging out with Ed in London.

Later that month, Harry writes “Just a Little Bit of Your Heart.” Two days later, Taylor writes “I Know Places.”

She later told GLAM in 2015, “[IKP] is a song about how other people will really ruin a relationship if they get a chance to and how it might be the best way to go about starting a relationship is to keep it a secret if possible just because it’s very fragile.”

They potentially take another break around this time, as Taylor writes “Clean” on February 9…but then she writes “Style” 10 days later, lol. So “Clean” is either not about Harry or she’s clearly not totally over him/ruling out getting back together someday.

(Side note: the whole “10 months sober” line in Clean confuses me, because if it was Harry-related, then that would place their break up in April 2013, which just doesn’t line up with anything I have seen. Thoughts?)

In March, Harry writes “I Love You.”

Another summer of them maybe being together in secret — maybe on-and-off or not exclusive —goes by, and it seems like they call it off for real again when, in August, Harry writes “Not Our Fault” with Gavin DeGraw.

Gavin says, “[The song] is about...if it doesn't work out sometimes you can't necessarily just blame it on yourselves, you know, sometimes it's what's going on around you. Sometimes it's other things that have nothing to do with the two people involved, those factors that you can't control. It touches on that type of subject. It’s a way of saying you're giving up, but it's not necessarily you're giving up because you don't love each other."

In November 2014, at the American Music Awards, Harry is super supportive of Taylor and 1989 and whistles as she receives an award.

In December, they party together after the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.

In January 2015, they both go to a friend’s birthday party and out to a diner afterwards.

At some point, on his birthday, he makes her cry. While I can’t be sure of the exact year, because it’s a reference in the unreleased and later leaked “Hunger” song, the song also says, “as one year turns into two, I’m still not over you.” If it was two years since they fully ended in February 2015, they’d put us in February 2017. And HS1 came out in May 2017, so the timing works out.

Also, this birthday fight could be what causes her to wash her hands of them in the club, picture him with other girls in love and throw up on the street (“Hits Different”).

A week after his birthday, February 7, 1D starts their final tour. Later that month, Taylor meets Calvin and they start dating in late March.

She also maybe records “So It Goes…” in early March. I know there’s debate about the timing of this song’s creation, but if Oscar Görres (who wrote the instrumental) had his second child (born Sept. 17, 2017) the day they finished it, it wouldn’t have been done on time to make the Nov. 10, 2017 Reputation album release date (it’s typically 3-4 months of prep after the masters are done). She was also seen going into a studio on March 2, 2015 (per his retelling, Görres was at home when Taylor and Shellback were in the studio finishing the track and talked to them by phone).

In May the 2015 Billboard Music Awards Exile/Woman debacle goes down. Sad face.

In August 2015, Harry writes “Someday.”

And that’s all she wrote…well, kind of.

As we all know, they’re friendly after this, appearing at award shows, attending Ed’s wedding, and still talking about each other in the media with nothing but warmth and respect.

They, famously, date other people.

But they also continue to write about each other, more than a dozen songs between them, as recently as 2022.

And now, in June 2023, I’m just manifesting that “someday” is soon.

p.s. Credit and enormous props to @haylortml for the amazing timeline I pulled much of this from. You have truly done the lord’s work.

#haylor #haylor timeline #timeline

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garfield-mug · 4 months

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Lights

A/N: Written for Liz's (@sailor-aviator) Christmas Challenge! There was too much shit happening the past few weeks for me to write full fics, so please enjoy these fluffy headcanons instead!

Pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!Reader

Word: Lights

Warnings: none

bob did really enjoy christmas.

since he was little, it had been his favorite holiday. he enjoyed the presents and cookies and seeing extended family, sure, but his absolute favorite part about christmas were the lights.

every year on christmas eve, him and his siblings would pile into the car with their parents and slowly drive through the streets of a few different neighborhoods in town to see the lights.

some houses had no lights, others changed out their porch lights to bulbs of red and green. a few were completely decked out, strings of vibrant, dazzling lights from rooftop to driveway, all blinking in time to whatever christmas song was playing at the time. if little bob had to guess, he'd say those people had miles and miles of string lights wrapping their homes (as an adult, he can't comprehend the sheer cost of their electric bill). there was one house that had a lawn completely filled with different blow-up lawn ornaments. bob didn't really like that one, he thought it was much too busy.

his favorite house, by far, every year was a one story cape cod. it wasn't the most flashy, it didn't have all the bells and whistles. the trim of the roof and the pillar supporting it over the front porch were lined with soft, delicate vintage bulbs, casting a soft yellow glow across the drive and front yard. it was simple in its beauty. it was like the house knew (and the people living in it) that it didn't need to be bright and flashy to be beautiful. bob thought it was absolutely enchanting.

he found his mind drifting back to that house every christmas after he moved away and joined the navy, forever at the beck and call of uncle sam.

he pictured that house when he was on long deployments and craved a moment of peace and quiet. a tranquil winter scene played out before him: the golden glow of the lights gently washing over him as he closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling of the chilled air around him, enjoying the serene silence that winter brought every year.

when he opened his eyes, he was back on the aircraft carrier, but he was also a touch calmer, a touch more grounded.

it's a lot like how bob felt after he met you.

one fateful day during fleet week, and one guided tour later, bob landed your number and a date.

thankfully, it worked out and now you're coming up on your second christmas together.

you knew bob loved the christmas lights every year, and you had every intention of going all out in your apartment, but things just did not go your way.

life was life-ing.

work was extra busy in the weeks leading up to the holiday. longer hours meant less time to do things around the house and more time to dwell on how things weren't going how you planned.

you somehow managed to get the tree up just in time for your next date night, lights on, and ornaments in a bin for you and bob to put on together.

despite all the last minute decorating, you still didn't find yourself in a particularly festive mood.

frustrated, a little bit sad, and a lot exhausted, you decided to lie down on the floor, head under the tree. bleary eyes looked up through the fake branches, watching the vintage bulbs twinkle and sparkle.

so lost in your thoughts, you didn't hear bob come through the door and call your name.

"honey?" he calls again, confused, as he walks into the living area.

bob didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't his girlfriend lying on the floor with her head under the tree. a bit of a strange sight, but a smile spreads across his lips as he watches you for a moment. he knows this time of year can be tough on you.

he shrugs off his jacket and makes his way over to your spot on the floor, taking your lead as he lays beside you, crossing his arms over his chest.

"what are we doing?" he asks, voice soft and sweet as he turns to face you.

"lights." you vaguely gesture to the tree above your heads.

"lights?"

"lights."

you grab his hand and lace your fingers together.

#robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fic #robert bob floyd #bob floyd headcanon #bob floyd hc

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 years

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And The Leaves Will Fall

Pairing : Hwang Hyunjin x F!Reader

Genre : Angst / Slight Fluff

A/N : @sunflwryu got me in a Hyunjin brainrot and I love it too much to let it go, so heres a Hyunjin fic that I wouldn't have been able to think of and or right about without her

Word Count : 3.5k

TW : none really ; just angsty ;

The brushing of dried up dead leaves against the sidewalk, being blown around by the crisp morning breeze, smacking against the fronts of your shoes. The sound they made when you purposely stepped on one, the satisfactory crunch between the soles of your boots. The chill that brazenly moved through the layered fabric of your sweater and the long sleeved shirt you wore beneath it. The ends of your scarf waving frantically over your shoulders as you continued walking, your eyes narrowed and your face scrunched up in a measly attempt to ward off the cold.

It wasn’t that cold though… It was nothing that you had never been through before, and you usually loved the season. The reds and the oranges and the yellows that promised lower temperatures and warm nights by a fire or cuddled beneath a fuzzy blanket that would become sweltering within minutes when shared by two people. It wasn’t freezing, but it felt like late December, early January, the cold unbearable now without his hand to hold yours, without him standing beside you, without the silent promise of cuddles and a warm mug of hot cocoa when you’d both return back to the house after your morning walk with Kkami. It might as well have been snowing.

There was something romantic about the season, the changing hues of the world around you, the beautiful blooming of a strong relationship surrounded by the death of nature that held the same beauty, both things bringing about the same feeling within you, a warm feeling that left you feeling fuzzy inside, a dazed smile on your face whenever you thought about it.

Pumpkin spice scented candles that sat atop the coffee table, the wick lighted to fill the room with the dancing flicker of the flame as he and you laid across the couch, not a word said, just enjoying the presence of each other as he held you against his chest. You loved being with him during every season… but being with him during autumn… it felt different… it was better.

There was something so… heartbreaking about not being able to spend the season with him, about not being able to enjoy your favorite time of year with your favorite person. The both of you had come to look forward to it, the simple dates that were spent walking through nature just to admire the different colors, the way he looked against the scenery, more breathtaking than usual… Although he usually said the same thing about you. You’d both stop by local cafes, whispering sweet nothings just to try to fluster one another over your coffees that you both held close to warm yourselves up. It wasn’t fancy, it wasn’t expensive, none of the dates were too flashy… But they were special.

Now you sat on the couch, curled up into yourself with the blanket draped over your shoulders as the candle on the table crackled, sounding off the coming end of the wicks life as the wax sat closer to the bottom of the glass jar. The mug of hot cocoa on the coffee table had long since become cold with only one tiny sip being taken from it before you made a cocoon of yourself with the plaid throw blanket.

The wind that whistled through the window that refused to shut all the way would usually be drowned out by the sound of his heartbeat and peaceful breaths, but the whistling filled your ears all too clearly now, just another way for nature to remind you that you were lonely, that you were alone right now and you would be for the rest of Autumn.

That was the thing about dating Hyunjin, the thing that always had you on edge, the thing that always made you question just how long the relationship would last. He was on tour, and while it didn’t happen more than once a year, it felt like you didn’t have enough time with him, you never had enough time. If it wasn’t the tours, it was promotions, fan meetings, or he was practicing after hours. You loved him, you supported him, but sometimes it felt like he wasn’t really yours. You were simply there, silently begging for more than a few hours with him, wishing that you didn’t have to share him with the rest of the world, although you had already known that would be the case when you got with him.

The orange and yellows and reds that looked like picture perfect paintings outside your window were usually the means of your morning excitement, your eyes focused on the way the golden sun gleamed behind the bright colors, the way the perfect angle of light painted natures colors along the beige carpet of his and your bedroom. It was always made better when you’d roll over and see him, his lips puckered as soft snores and quiet whispered breaths left him, his eyelids fluttering as they fought off the light that was only getting brighter, a natural alarm that let him know that his day would be starting soon, no matter how much he tried to fight against the ticking clock.

Those mornings haven’t happened recently, your morning paintings seemed darker now, dreary, and it didn’t bring you any more excitement than it had when you were single, and that’s how you felt now. Single… it was only you, there was ever only you now, all the time, even when he came home from work it was like you were on your own. You tried to be understanding, you really did, but now your understanding was simply just you… letting it be. This was how things were, and you hadn’t really expected the honeymoon phase to last forever, but you at least thought that you’d be noticed in your shared home, but maybe even that was asking too much.

He was tired, he was always tired… It was just something that came along with the job. He was too tired to eat anything other than the ramen that was in the cabinets or the dinners that you’d foolishly prepare for two and have to store away in the fridge as leftovers. He’d climb into the bed beside you, and you’d foolishly wait up for him, your eyes open in the darkness as the mattresses shifted with his weight, and you’d wait… you’d wait for even the littlest bit of something, his arms wrapping around you or the feeling of his breath on your neck as he scooted closer to you. There was nothing, only the feeling of emptiness that still filled the room, as if he wasn’t there at all. His back was always turned to you, and when you rolled over, hoping for him to do the same and face you, you’d only ever see his back, and that was the way you’d fall asleep, the image of whatever shirt he was wearing and the back of his head ingrained in your mind, and when you woke up, he’d be gone. You didn’t even know what he looked like anymore, the images that came across your newsfeed on Google were so edited, that wasn’t the Hyunjin you knew… And you felt like you didn’t even know him now. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually got to see him… Had he changed? Was he the same Hyunjin that you fell in love with? Did he still love you?

You had slept with his hoodies most nights, or wore them into the bed until you got so overheated that you had to lay it beside you on the pillow just to feel like he was there. You didn’t do it anymore though, there was no point… It only made you feel more alone, like you were clinging onto something, clinging onto him, gripping so tightly onto a little thread of hope that maybe… maybe things would go back to the way they were, but the thread had slipped long ago and now you were just holding onto air, the empty feeling in your hands mimicking the feeling that you had tried to push deep down, but it was only a matter of time before that feeling rose back up to the surface… And that time was now.

The texts didn’t come as often, the calls were rare, and the FaceTimes were practically nonexistent now. There was no time for you, and while he hadn’t said it upfront with you, the feeling was there, and it was eating away at you like a parasite. You wondered sometimes if he knew that things would be like this, if he knew from the beginning that he wouldn’t have any time for you. If so… Why did he still allow you into his life when it was already so full? Did he just like the idea of you being there? Maybe it was the fact that he wanted to ward off his own loneliness when he got back home, so he left you to feel that way the entire time. Did he really feel any less lonely when he was around you though? You surely didn’t feel any change in atmosphere when he was there and when he was gone. Maybe it was just gratifying to think that someone loved him enough to wait, to sit in an empty house all day waiting for him to come home, to know that he was special enough to someone for them to do that for him. You wanted to feel special too though, you wanted to feel loved, you wanted someone to wait for you… At this point, the only thing holding you there was Kkami… There was nothing else to wait for, it was just you and Kkami… And occasionally the presence of the man that you selflessly gave your life away for.

“I’m coming, baby… Just let me put up the lights…” You cooed to Kkami who was whining at the door, sitting on his back legs as he watched you string up the lights. Decorating was usually yours and Hyunjins thing to do, his height was a big favor when it came to reaching the higher places that you just couldn’t get to, but you had to do it yourself this year… Which was something that you had prepared yourself for. “When I’m done, we’ll take a walk…” You continued talking, Kkami being the only one you’ve had a full conversation with in weeks, even though you were the only one talking. Sometimes it felt nice to just let it all out, the thought that someone or something was listening was comforting enough.

He started whining louder, scratching at the door as you struggled to reach above the frame, a roll of tape in between your lips, straining to reach the lights higher than the door while also trying to get a piece of tape so you could keep them up. “Hey… Hey, be careful there, baby…” The voice from behind you was one that you knew well, but had gone so long without hearing that it sounded strange to you. “You’re decorating without me?” He asked, standing behind you and reaching above your head to hold the lights in place so you could get the tape.

“I didn’t think you’d be home…” You mumbled, snapping off a piece and placing it over the wire, letting out a heavy sigh before turning around to look at him. “You didn’t let me know how long the tour would last when you left, and you didn’t let me know that you’d be home… You haven’t even texted me, Hyunjin.” You missed him so much, you didn’t want to fight with him as soon as he came back, but you also missed him enough to be angry at the lack of communication, the lack of him in your life. “So yes, I’m decorating without you. I’ve done a lot of things without you, so… I don’t need your help with this. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go into the house and go to sleep like you always do. I’ll take Kkami on his walk.”

Were you snappy? Absolutely, and he hadn’t been ready for it. The entire ride to the house he had been looking forward to seeing you, looking forward to the surprised expression on your face, the feeling of you running into his arms after being gone so long… He wasn’t expecting this. “I… I wanted it to be a surprise… I thought you’d be happy…” He whispered, trying to hide the fact that your reaction had his heart breaking and his eyes already budding fresh tears.

“I’m surprised.” You stated flatly, continuing your work on the lights, and while he continued to help you with them, there was nothing fun about it, not like it usually would be. There was no enjoyment, no love in the small shared space between the two of you, just an overwhelming sense of panic from his end and anger from yours. “I’m surprised that you’re talking to me, that you noticed that I’m here… Maybe it’s just because I’m standing in front of the door and you couldn’t head right to bed like you usually do. I’m surprised that you even came home, although I’m sure it wasn’t for me, it was for Kkami…” Small gasps left him as every single accusation left you, and while he wanted so badly to disagree with all of them, he knew that the best thing to do would be to let you get it all out and not cut you off. “I don’t even know why I’m here anymore…” You finished, your tone dropping to such a whisper that he could barely even hear you, or maybe it was just that he didn’t want to hear you, he didn’t want to hear that.

“Because I love you… You’re here because I love you, Y/N…” He said, although it sounded more like he was pleading with you, begging for you to listen to him, to understand him, to believe him. “I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want you to think that I don’t love you. I know that things can get tough, I know that things feel lonely… And I’m sorry… But I do love you. I love you being here, I love being with you.”

You scoffed, snapping your tongue against the roof of your mouth as you finished up the lights, finally turning to look at him and he could see that you were struggling, fighting to hold back your tears, trying so hard to look like you were strong, but he could see it in your eyes, you were breaking, you were crumbling. “Things are tough, it is lonely. You don’t know shit about it because you’ll always have someone with you… Whether it’s the guys, or your managers, or your fans… You have someone to talk to, you have someone there for you.” You hissed through gritted teeth, your eyes turning glossy as you tried to blink away tears. “You can’t love being here with me because you never are… But I know you love me being here… And it’s not for the reasons that you say it is.” You swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath as you went back into the house, leaving him to follow after you with weak knees, the dread of what felt inevitable washing over him. “I’m not… I refuse to be some… Decoration in your house that you only choose to admire or pay attention to when you’re bored. If you don’t have time for me… Tell me, because I’m not going to sit around waiting for your schedule to be clear enough to slip me in it.”

His chest felt so tight, it was like he could barely breathe. The walls moved in waves and the floor spun beneath his feet, his head felt heavy… He didn’t know what to do, it was like standing on a train track, he could hear it coming closer but his feet were stuck. “Wh-Why does it sound like you’re breaking up with me… Why does it sound like that?” He whispered, his tone desperate as he reached out to you, his hands grabbing onto yours only for them to fall limp back at your sides, you didn’t even want to be touched by him. “You’re not… You’re not breaking up with me… Are you?” Your lack of a response only had him panicking more, his eyes wide as his bottom lip trembled, the space between the two of you growing wider as you stepped back, your arms wrapping around your waist as if you were trying to hold yourself together.

“Your… Your lack of time is wasting mine…” You whispered, the words a bittersweet reality check for the both of you. “And I’m not blaming you… Not entirely… Because it’s my fault too for thinking that there would be time for the two of us somewhere in your schedule. I was stupid…. I was hopelessly in love with you, and I wanted to be with you so bad, I wanted to believe that we could work… But it’s your fault too because you let me believe that when you already knew it couldn’t.” You sniffled quietly, wiping your tears with your palms that were covered by the sleeves of his hoodie as a sad smile pulled up at the corners of your cheeks. “I love you, Hyunjin… But at this point it just… I think I’m in love with the memory of you… You’re not here enough for me to really love…”

It was like a gunshot wound right through his chest, his heart had been blown out and all that was left was a gaping hole where it should have been. Your words were like a shotgun, making him drop to his knees, the pain unbearable. “Please… That’s not true…” He choked out through sobs, his eyes puffy and bloodshot as he looked up at you. “I love you… I love you so much… I know I’m not around and… And I’ve been stupid… I’ve been so stupid thinking that you’d wait for me forever… But… Give me a chance… One chance and I’ll show you…”

He was still reaching for you, the action a pitifully desperate attempt just to feel you close to him again, to be able to hold you even if it was for the last time. “Hyunnie…” You murmured his name, his name, the one that you called him when you wanted him, when you needed him… Did you need him? You lowered yourself to the floor in front of him, nervously gnawing on your bottom lip as you dabbed at the tears that fell down his cheeks. “Autumn comes around every year… And the leaves will fall… And I’ll get excited… But even still, it’ll get colder and colder, and the days will get shorter… And…” You ran your hand through your hair before dropping your hands down to his lap. “You’re Autumn… I know you’re coming back… And you can promise that you’ll be back and I believe you… I do… And I get so excited… But Autumn only lasts so long… You’re my favorite season, but you’re only here for a short bit.”

Being compared to something that your lover loves should make someone happy… But this felt like hell, the comparison was simply the finalization of the inevitable ending. You loved Autumn… but in your eyes, it didn’t love you enough to stick around. There was never enough time to enjoy the season while it was here. All he had was a last ditch effort, one last life line to try to hold onto you, and he was going to use it, he’d use everything he had because he didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t bear the thought of it. “Then… Then let me be your personal Autumn…” He whispered, his hands moving over yours and holding onto them tightly. “You won’t have to wait for me… I’ll take you everywhere I go… I’ll take you on my tours with me… You’ll never have to be alone, you’ll never feel alone… When I come home at night, no matter where I’m at, I’ll be coming home to you… Even if that home is some random hotel room on the other side of the world… You’re my home and… I need you with me…” He sniffled loudly, his body trembling as he inhaled shakily through his nose. “I should have thought… Of this sooner… And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel unloved or unwanted… But… You’re everything to me…” He leaned forward, his head resting against yours, and you didn’t pull back. “And the leaves will fall, and the ground will be sprinkled in the most beautiful hues… And you’ll point them out to me with that adorable smile on your face… And I’ll catch it… And I’ll agree that it’s beautiful, and it’s lovely, because you’ll be looking at the scenery, but I’ll always have the best view… Because I’ll be looking at you.”

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Aca Top 10: Video Games — VoicePlay music video

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Legend has it that video games helped keep the boys of 4:2:Five out of trouble during their early touring days. And photographic evidence indicates that it continued well into the VoicePlay era. But gaming isn't just about passing time and bonding with friends when you're a traveling musician. It can also be a source of inspiration for a wildly entertaining musical medley.

Details:

title: Aca Top 10 — Video Games

original songs: [0:07] HALO theme (2002); [0:26] Angry Birds theme (2009); [0:44] Pokémon Red & Blue opening theme (1996); [0:56] Minecraft theme (2009); [1:08] Final Fantasy main theme (1987); [1:22] "Dragonborn" from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (2011); [1:40] "Type A" theme from Tetris (1988); [1:56] "Mortal Kombat (Techno-Syndrome)" from Mortal Kombat (1992); [2:14] Legend of Zelda overworld theme (1987); [2:50] Pong sound effects (1972); [2:57] Super Mario Bros. overworld theme (1985)

written by: HALO theme by Martin O'Donnell & Michael Salvatori; Angry Birds theme by Ari Pulkkinen; Pokémon Red & Blue theme by Junichi Masuda; Minecraft theme by Daniel "C418" Rosenfeld; Final Fantasy main theme by Nobuo Uematsu; "Dragonborn" Skyrim theme by Jeremy Soule; Tetris "Type A" theme based on Russian folk song "Korobeiniki", arranged by Hirokazu Tanaka; "Mortal Kombat (Techno-Syndrome)" by Maurice "Praga Khan" Engelen & Olivier Adams; Legend of Zelda overworld theme by Koji Kondo; Pong sound effects created by Allan Alcorn; Super Mario Bros. overworld theme by Koji Kondo

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci & Layne Stein

release date: 24 February 2015

My favorite bits:

the 8-bit logo during the intro, and Layne making sound effects for Earl's requisite Mountain Dew

all of them bopping around to some degree during the Angry Birds section

Twitch streamer Layne and his adorable laugh

impressively whistling in three-part harmony for Tetris

Earl button mashing like a filthy casual, then covering his eyes during the gory fatality part

Layne using ingressive phonation to replicate the digitized voice effect at the end of Mortal Kombat

techo remix Zelda!

Geoff working so hard to not laugh after doing his part of the Pong bit

Tony just watching and having snacks during the Mario section because the 8-bit music didn't provide a part for him to sing

Trivia:

○ Several of these pieces have appeared in later VoicePlay videos:

They did a full version of the HALO theme with founding 4:2:Five member Scott Porter in 2021 as a tribute to a departed friend.

Adriana Arellano and Cesar De La Rosa joined them for a short, soothing rendition of the Minecraft theme.

They added a sample of the main Skyrim theme to their cover of "The Dragonborn Comes" with Omar Cardona.

The guys included a snippet of "Still Alive" over the patron roll just as a fun bonus for themselves, but it received such an enthusiastic response from fans that they recorded a full version of it during their first PartWork series.

They integrated elements of the original NES Mario theme and sound effects into their arrangement for "Peaches" from the 2023 Super Mario Bros. movie.

○ Apparently, Geoff cracking up during the Pong bit caused several outtakes. (Good thing they were all filmed separately, so he was the only one who had to start over when he broke.)

○ Their wardrobe represents a few different video game franchises.

Tony has a Pikachu hat from Pokémon.

Eli is repping an old-school Atari logo shirt, which was already part of his regular wardrobe.

Geoff wears a Minecraft creeper shirt from Hot Topic.

Earl is sporting a Mega Man shirt.

Layne has a subtle Minecraft hoodie with enderman eyes on the hood from ThinkGeek.

#VoicePlay #music video #a cappella #video game music #instrumental music #music #video #series: Aca Top 10

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oh-no-my-hand-slipped · 4 months

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A Sneezy Season at Santa’s

Chapter 4: Hay Away!

Info About This Choose Your Own Adventure

You decide to take the problem into your own hands — literally.

While Cam was busy trying to control their nose, you find a piece of discarded hay, rolling the end between your fingers.

Your heart jumping into your throat, you maneuver around Cam, trying to find this best angle to strike.

Finally, the elf left a gap in their hands during a particularly strong hitch, and you take your opportunity.

You jam the hay in between their open fingers, directly into their quivering nostril.

“What in - hiHIH-!”

Cam lifted their hands to push the allergen away, revealing their long-suffering nose.

It was just as you imagined.

The reindeer wrangler had a large, round nose, with flaring, red-rimmed nostrils and the rest tinged an irritated pink hue. Every movement of the hay inside it seemed to make it grow twice as large as it struggled against a mounting sneeze. Upon giving it a closer look, you could see a seam mark from Cam’s gloves encircling the top of their nose from pressing against it so hard.

As much as Cam tried to protest, they seemed almost immobilized by each gasp, which was growing stronger than the last. Their voice turned from angry confusion to pleading desperation.

“Huh…uh-! HAH-! Ah-! Snf…albost…please…a l-little-! Gah-!”

Suddenly, Cam grabbed your wrist, pushing the hay deeper into their nose. The force of the pull makes you stumble forward, pushing you both into a nearby wall. You could feel your face burning again, but you didn’t have time to be embarrassed.

With one final shuddering hitch, Cam’s nose couldn’t take it anymore.

“HYAAA’TSHIIIIIIIEW! HA’KSHIIIIIIIIIEW!”

Cam bent over your shoulder, but you could still feel the spray from their massive sneezes. Pieces of hay whirled in the air, blown up by Cam’s powerful nose. Each release whistled, and a cold wind blew through the stable.

You shivered — from the frigid wind or seeing Cam’s nose at work, you couldn’t tell.

Finally, with a congested groan, Cam stood straight again, taking a dirty rag from their pocket. They blew their nose at length, each with a loud honk.

“Huuuh…snf-! Dow I godda - snf-! - clean the stable agaid…snnnnf-!”

They gave you an amused look.

“You cad see why I usually keeb by nose to byself…”

You try to stammer out something between an apology and asking if they’re alright, but Cam interrupted.

“Thad’s a mighty fide trick, y’know,” they said, one side of their mouth raising into a smile . “I haven’d felt this cleared oud in a while.”

You rub the back of your neck, not able to look them in the eye.

You certainly don’t want to tell them where you learned that from.

Much to your relief, Cherry comes in with Aurora in tow, who seems much calmer. She even nosed under Cherry’s arm, asking for a scratch behind the ears.

“Well,” Cherry said, looking around at the flecks of frost and bits of hay floating in the air, “I bet you’re feeling better, huh, Cam?”

Cam gives you a quick glance, running their hands along the straps of their overalls.

“Snf…yup.”

You can feel yourself growing even more red. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were maroon.

Cherry looked between the both of you searchingly, but finally shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, at least everything’s taken care of here. Why don’t we move on to the next part of the tour, shall we? I bet Cam has a lot of catching up to do.”

Cam cleared their throat.

“Er…yup.”

Cherry hands Aurora’s reigns to Cam, who leads her into a nearby stall. Aurora begins to eat from the bucket attached to the door.

“Bye, Cam! See you later!” Cherry said.

Cam tipped their hat, looking you directly in the eye as Cherry turned to open the door to the rest of the workshop.

“Don’t be a stranger.”

You quickly turn away, following Cherry down a long hallway.

“This is going to be an interesting tour, I just know it,” Cherry said brightly. “Where to next? Remember, everything’s open, so it’s all fair game.”

You gather your bearings, thinking over each option.

#snz #snz kink #snzblr #snz things #snezblr #snzario #snez kink #snz scenario #snezario #snz fic #snzzzzz #snzfucker #snz fet #snz blog #snz thoughts #whump

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daisiesonafield-blog · 10 months

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour VANCOUVER, BC - JUN 26 2023

With special guest ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

7:00 PM - Doors Open

8:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

Guests can begin lining up no earlier than 9AM on the day of show, June 26.

Sequentially numbered wristbands will be put on guests’ wrists upon arrival on a first come, first served basis.

Guests must have a valid ticket for the Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre show on June 26 to receive a wristband, and all guests in a party must be present to receive a wristband.

Any guests that have camped overnight or arrived before 9AM will not be given wristbands and will be sent to the back of the line.

Guests are encouraged to return at 3PM to queue for General Admission entry beginning at the East Entrance off Wesbrook Mall. See map for entrance details and follow red flags for the correct entrance.

Security will honour wristbands from 3PM – 4PM. After 4PM, guests will join the line on a first come, first served basis.

Loss, removal or tampering with a wristband will result in loss of place in the GA line.

Guests are not permitted to hold places in line. Please be respectful and courteous to all other guests in line.

Have your mobile tickets open and ready to scan to expedite entry upon doors opening at 7PM.

All General Admission ticket holders must wear a floor wristband provided by the venue upon entrance in order to enter the floor. This is independent from the sequentially numbered wristbands provided for the waiting queue.

There are no in/out privileges.

Assigned Seating Ticket Holders:

All assigned seats (sections 117-102) will enter through the East Entrance off Wesbrook Mall. See map for entrance details.

Please look out for blue flags to guide you to the Assigned Seating entrance.

Have your mobile tickets open and ready to scan to expedite entry.

There are no in/out privileges.

If you have seat tickets there’s no need to line up.

Check the venue’s socials and website for updates!

⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important things to know:

The venue is cashless! Pay with card!

Parking: Several parking options available in the area ($10) info and pay in advance here.

ADA info here

Cameras: Cameras with a detachable lens or lens of more than two inches are prohibited from all Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre concerts. The use of flash photography is also prohibited. The event producer reserves the right to deny camera use at any time before or during the event and to prohibit the use of any camera that is deemed unacceptable.

Alcoholic beverage sales end 1 hour from the scheduled end of the event

NO outside food

NO outside drinks

NO Glass bottles, cans, personal water bottles (metal or hard plastic), coolers or thermoses

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Marijuana or any cannabis products

NO drugs

NO smoking

NO Large umbrellas

NO Fireworks, explosives and aerosols

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray, razor blades, box cutters, scissors and unsafe personal accessories or weapons of any kind

NO Spray cans and aerosols, silly string

NO Objects that can be used as projectiles (inflatable balls, frisbees, etc.)

NO Horns, noise makers, whistles, instruments, and bells

NO Jewelry with spikes/studs

NO Laptop Computers

NO Lawn chairs & personal stadium-style seats

NO Selfie sticks

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO Bicycles, scooters, Segways, hoverboards, skateboards and roller blades

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

Lost & Found info here

VIEW VENUE MAP

VIEW SEAT MAP

*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security

For more details click here and here

Bag Policy:

Bags smaller than 12″ x 12″ are ok

NO backpacks

Banners, signs and flag policy:

NO Banners with poles and/or political banners

Signs and flags cannot be hung or fastened anywhere in the Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre.

Merch:

On June 26, merch will be available to purchase:

Outside of the arena entrance from 3PM until showtime.

Inside the venue, at Sections 118 and 109/110.

All transactions are all cashless.

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at 604 822 6121 or 604.822.3749. You can also access their website. Message them here. Email: [email protected]. Check their twitter here for updates. Address: 6066 Thunderbird Boulevard, Vancouver, BC Canada V6T 1Z3. Venue: UBC, Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre

#fitfwt vancouver #venue policy #venue info

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lemonluvgirl · 1 year

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prompt; peeta calls katniss my baby

I'm calling this one:

Nobody Calls Katniss Baby

*set during the Victory Tour* Canon compliant-ish

My mind has been wandering for who knows how long, mentally retracing the paths I know by heart back in the woods, while I wait for this interview to be over. Then I hear my name being called. I’m pulled back to the stage with the too-bright lights and the too-small love seat where Peeta and I have squeezed in next to each other.

If they had made this damn chair any smaller I’d be sitting in his lap right now.

Fighting off my discomfort and annoyance I turn my attention back to the interview and whoever called my name.

It's Caesar. He’s grinning like mad across from me in his red armchair, apparently waiting for my response to a question I hadn’t heard him ask.

“Sorry, what?” I blurt out.

This cracks Caesar up again, and I fight a grimace. If I have to hear his overdone bellowing guffaw one more time in this Post-Victory-Tour interview I might just—

Then Peeta’s hand reaches over and squeezes my knee playfully. I remember myself, and turn to smile at him adoringly. Or at least in what I hope can be interpreted in an adoring manner, and not in a I’m so exhausted with all this I’m ready to go back to the train and sleep for a year, kind of way.

“Oh, never mind the question. I think we’re all more interested to find out what you were daydreaming about just then! How about it, Katniss?” Caesar asks, his eyes bright with mischief.

For a second I panic. I can’t tell them the truth. That I was thinking about being home, and out in the forbidden woods, far away from the cameras and the Capitol and everyone’s expectations of me.

I wrack my brain for an appropriate lie and without realizing it, my body automatically turns to Peeta.

He is smiling in a similar adoring manner, but there’s a tiny wrinkle in the middle of his forehead. He’s just as worried about my answer as I am. I look into his eyes trying to find a clue there, a hint at what I should say.

His blue shine intensely at me, their color brought out by the jeweled tone of his suit. I don’t know anyone who has eyes like his. Not even Prim, or my mother have eyes that beautiful.

Suddenly I know what my answer will be. What everyone will believe without question and what will keep us all safe.

“I was thinking about Peeta.” I say in a slightly breathy voice that tells of romance and things that lovers could find themselves dwelling on, even though I wasn’t aiming for it. It garners whistles and cheers from the audience and another annoying laugh from Caesar. So it must be alright.

Peeta plays his part perfectly, his eyes crinkle as he smiles wider and he looks down bashfully. I even think he blushes a little. He’s so good at this.

“Ah, young love.” Caesar says wistfully, clutching his heart. The audience coos in agreement with him and Peeta takes my hand in his, lifting it up to his lips to place a chaste kiss across the knuckles. It makes my stomach feel funny.

Now it’s my turn to blush. And I’m sure I don’t do it as gracefully as Peeta. I turn back to Caesar, hoping for a respite from this topic.

“Go ahead and ask your questions Caesar. I promise I’ll pay attention this time.” I vow, my voice determined. But Caesar just shakes his head and laughs again, even though this time it's softer and less ear ringing.

“With a young man like that beside you, I think we can all forgive your momentarily lack of focus dear!” Caesar quips and I fight back the urge to refute his claim. For some reason what he just said strikes me the wrong way.

It's not that Peeta isn’t handsome. He obviously is. That’s not the problem. It's what Caesar, like everyone else here, and maybe even across Panem, believes about me.

That I’m just a silly little girl, who is lucky to now be living the perfect life, wearing pretty dresses and going to lavish parties on the arm of her handsome lover.

But luck had nothing to do with Peeta and I ending up on this couch. Blood was spilt and people died and Peeta lost a leg and we both lost the ability to sleep through the night so that we could sit here and pretend to be happy up on this stage.

It’s times like these that I try and not see it all as a waste. I grip Peeta’s hand tighter in mine and he returns the gesture, rubbing his thumb in a soothing motion over my skin. He’s gotten very good at nonverbally comforting me at times like these. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

“I’m certainly grateful to have him by my side.” I reply finally, in answer to Caesar’s comment. It’s the most honest thing I’ve said tonight, and I look up at Peeta to make sure he knows it.

He has a more serious look on his face. His lips quirk to one side in a small smile. It’s a more genuine smile than many of the bright and gleaming ones he’s given the cameras in the past few hours. It's an honest smile, and I know that because it's just a tiny bit sad in the corners. But his eyes remain soft and full of gratitude. I suddenly wish the audience would disappear and I could thank him for all he’s done for me during this tour. I wish I could make him see how much I really do appreciate him.

“Well, I’m sure you two could stare at each other all night, but we still have some questions that the people want answered!” Caesar cuts in and I blink, wondering how long we must have been staring at each other for him to feel the need to say that.

Peeta clears his throat and gestures for Caesar to continue while I tuck myself closer into Peeta’s side.

Caesar flips through his cards until he comes across one he likes.

“This question is for you Peeta,” Caesar says tilting his head in Peeta’s direction and Peeta nods in understanding. “It comes from your fan Andromeda. She would like to know what is your favorite pet name that Katniss uses for you?”

I groan inwardly.

Peeta pretends to contemplate this for a second, but then that playful grin that drives the Capitol mad makes an appearance. I wonder what lie he’s going to spin about this.

“Sorry Caesar, I can’t tell you that.” Peeta replies with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

Caesar protests, loudly. But Peeta doesn’t budge.

“I really can’t. Katniss would skin me alive. And you and I both know what she’s like when she’s angry.” Peeta jokes.

I struggle to laugh along with everyone else. It's so funny. Making jokes about Hunger Games victors and their violent tendencies. Except that I actually do skin things back home. Animals only, but if Peeta keeps making jokes like these I may be persuaded to make an exception.

“Oh, I think baby doll looks angry there!” Caesar exclaims and out of the corner of my eye I catch my slightly murderous expression magnified by the jumbo screens around us.

The camera’s pan to Peeta and the look on his face turns from amused to unamused and almost angry in about a second flat.

“Watch it Caesar, we’re friends, and I like you. But nobody calls Katniss baby but me.” Peeta warns in a low voice. His blue eyes are narrowed and his jaw is set firmly. There is something in his expression that reminds me of the way he pushed that Peacekeeper off me in 11.

Heat blooms in my cheeks once again, and I take in a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

Caesar raises his hands in surrender, apologizing profusely, and saying something about how he wouldn't dream of stepping on Peeta’s toes purposefully.

But Peeta’s words keep repeating in my mind. About how he’s the only one that can call me baby.

But he never has. Other than my name, Peeta’s only ever called me sweetheart, and that was during the Games when I found him half dead by the river, and he was being sarcastic.

I only half participate in the rest of the interview. I’m too distracted, my mind unsettled by lingering thoughts of…I don’t even know of what.

It’s not until we’re under the ridiculously soft covers, back in the expensive hotel we’re staying at that I’m able to think clearly.

Peeta has long fallen asleep, mentally and emotionally drained from having to be ‘on’ all day long, and probably from picking up my slack during the interviews. Here in the quiet I finally work out what it is I’m preoccupied with.

It's the way the word baby sounded on Peeta’s lips right after he said my name.

It was kind of nice.

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