house party ideas

Oh We're in Love Aren't We?

 Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Requested by anon:  “Is that my shirt” for either Lin or Daveed where you guys are best friends and it gets awkward and cute. Please and thank you

Summary: Lin and the reader were best friends all through their teenage years and college days. Like so, life pulls them in separate directions for a few years, only to have them reunite for a special occasion.


Warnings: none, except fluff

A/N PLEASE READ SO THE STORY MAKES SENSE: The story goes back and forth between the present & past. The present is in italics. LET ME KNOW IF IT GETS CONFUSING. Roughly based off of Ed’s ‘Hearts Don’t Break Around Here’..enjoy :)

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anonymous asked:

Hi. I just wanna say that i feel its a bit inappropriate for jy to promote his pop up store and giggling and taking selfies with his friends. Its like they are pretending nth happen to sh. I know they might not show their support publicly but hey a little consideration would be good. And i just dont know how to feel with everyone frm yg going to his concert while sh is probably alone now when he's the one who needs support right now😭😭

ummmm hmm…. okay so this is just my opinion on it, i havent read what anyone else has thought about it cause Im trying to avoid it but i’ll throw what im thinking out there. i think theyre doing a good thing???  the marijuana scandal is bad, but they’ve all lprobably known that it was going to drop for months. they were prepared for the news to break - likely around jiyongs album release- this wasnt news to any of them so they were likely able to come up with a strategy to deal with it. look, from all that we know of seunghyun, and my personal interpretation, he doesn’t really like public attention?? especially in relation to his mental health, which he has had problems with for many years. having the kind of spotlight he had on him in the last week?? getting removed from his military post?? ending up in the hospital?? those are all very personal things that he does not need or want out there. thats just making things worse. by jiyong and the rest of the yg crew performing and watching his concert they are giving off the message that things are going to be okay. if everyone just stopped working and concerts were cancelled that would just put more attention on seunghyun. making him the bad guy who stopped jiyong’s promotions and likely would cause yg to lose stock. which is not the blame he needs right now!!! being alone- and he’s not alone, his mom is with him at least- is better than having the whole industry and fans watching your every move. It’s what drove him to the hospital in the first place most likely. 

and tbh this is what makes jiyong a good leader for his group. this exact message, and i’ve seen other people saying the same thing. Jiyong is taking some of the hits right now about how its inappropriate for him to be on stage, and therefore deflecting attention from seunghyun by performing and promoting and just acting normal. idk i have my issues with jiyong but he genuinely cares about the people in his life and i think this is what is best for seunghyun in the long run personally.

I agree that seunghyun needs support right now but tbh??? I think that everyone acting normal is going to do more for him in the long run than anything else


So to try out the new stuff we got for the Holiday pack, I had Dheeraj Kohli and his roomies (a.k.a. the Techie House bunch in Maristella) throw a Diwali party (really just a “house party”). I had no idea what I was doing, and none of the invited party guests showed up (my Sims need to make more friends), but oh well. XD 

Dheeraj could barely eat the samosas he made (he’s the one firebreathing), and June just drank pretty much the entire time. Might as well get your money’s worth out of the mixologist, right?

Stupid Mouth

I am sure I have a request about first kisses but I can’t seem to find it. Anyway, here it is… this was born out of a conversatiom with @permanentcross. Hope you guys like it. xx


Originally posted by toasttostyles

Him and his stupid smart mouth.

He swears it only gets him in trouble, ever since he was a kid. He still remembers how much trouble he was in for that stupid pussy joke back on the X-FACTOR and even now, almost 7 years later, he still hasn’t learned how to keep his mouth shut.

It had all started innocently enough, when he had you back at his new house in LA - you had just gotten in after nearly six months of not seeing him and you missed him, oh how you missed him. When you got to his place and he opened the door, you had attacked him with kisses - on his hair, on his temple, quick forceful pecks on his cheeks and a handful of pert little ones on his nose.

It was a habit of yours, the nose kisses - you were the only friend of his that greeted him like this and he was always complaining of how much it made him feel like a kid. You did exactly because of that - because of the little nose scrunch and the cute blush that’d take over his cheeks when you did; because of how much he complained but secretly loved it… at least you thought so.

You had been there for nearly a day and the nose kisses had been constant - in Harry’s head, he hoped this was your way of showing your affection and even though he pretended to hate it, he couldn’t wait for the day when you’d miss the shot and kiss his lips instead. The only problem was that you had a damn good aim and, so far, you hadn’t missed once.

“I really did miss you, H.” You mumbled, a bright smile on your face as you watched him buzz through the kitchen while he made you both some dinner.

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I Know

Pairing: Daveed X Reader

Summary: Anthony and Jasmine threw a house party, you have no idea as to why.

Word Count: 2805

Warnings: Lots of drinking, some angst

A/N: Part two soooooon??? Mayyyybe???? Hopefullyyyyyyy?? Shout out to @musicalmoriarty For pushing me to write lol

You twirled the little red straw in your whiskey glass, the ice knocking gently on the glass.

You were gonna do it, you told yourself you were going to do it, and now you couldn’t relax.

The familiar noise of metal and clanging wood filled your ears as the backyard fence opened, to your delight and fear in he walked. Daveed.

The man you’ve watched and adored for the last ten years of your life, the one you promised yourself you would confess you feelings to tonight, the one you’re completely afraid of in this moment.

You body suddenly ached and you couldn’t decide if you should stay still or walk away from the awkward situation that was only playing in your mind.

In turn you decided to glue yourself to the grass you were standing on, and awkwardly lifted your arm to give a half wave.

His eyes fell on you and he smiled brightly, he looked extra charming in his white dress shirt with his sleeves half rolled up tucked neatly in his black dress pants, his hair down and natural, and his thick rimmed glasses on.

He came made his way towards you, reciprocating the wave, all you wanted to do was run.

You had no idea why Anthony and Jasmine were throwing this party, it was a semi formal dinner party for absolutely no idea, it was probably to show off their new house, but you still felt awkward in a floor length burgundy dress standing in the backyard, your heels digging into the soft grass, with whiskey in your hands.

“Y/N. Hey!” Daveed said finally reaching you through the crowded yard, his arms wrapped around you, you stayed still as your arms were pinned down from his excited embrace.

“Hey, Daveed.” Just then his girlfriend appeared at his side. “Hey, Y/N” you took a sip of your drink allowing the burn to hide your passive aggressiveness. “Hey Lauren.” You said almost too peppy. “Babe, I’m going to get a drink, want anything?”She said tilting her head up towards him flashing a bright smile, Daveed shook his head and waved his hand. “I’m good, thanks.” You watched her sway away, her long gold dress slid gently on the grass. You couldn’t hate Lauren, she was nice, but she had the one thing you wanted more than anything.

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Life of the Party

Warnings: Alcohol use and some naughty things are implied but it’s not bad!! (I don’t write smut pls don’t ask me to)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Angst ?? Maybe?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Wowee I’m trying to whip these out buT I hope you guys are liking them so far, I’m making a masterlist as we speak :) Also don’t be afraid to send me requests because I love them!!

You knew taking Peter to a house party was a bad idea. Recently he’d been getting more and more physically fit (you had no idea how, exercise was that boy’s worst enemy) but he was still pretty small. You had never seen Peter drink before and you were fairly sure this would be his first time so you insisted that he started off slow.

“Dude trust me, you’re a lightweight,” you laughed as he grabbed another red cup filled with God knows what. “Take it easy, I don’t want to have to drag you home.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle it,” he insisted and downed the contents immediately. “Listen, I’m gonna go try to find the bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute.” You nodded and watched him leave, rolling your eyes as soon as he turned away. There was absolutely no way this night was going to end up well for him. Peter wasn’t really the partying type since he was painfully awkward and nerdy. You loved him to death but socializing really wasn’t his thing. It was your own fault that he had even gone in the first place. The party was being thrown by your best friend Emma who you knew had a massive crush on Peter.

“Hey Y/N!” Speak of the devil, Emma appeared in front of you with a huge grin on her face. You could tell she was a little tipsy herself by her rosy cheeks and the smell of alcohol that was coming off of her.

“Em, this is such a great party!” you examined. “I’m glad I finally found you, I got ditched by Peter so I’m flying solo at the moment.”

“He’s here?!” she asked incredulously. You nodded, laughing at the shock on her face.

“He left a few minutes ago to find the bathroom. I don’t know if he’ll ever come back,” you giggled.

“Oh my god, I didn’t think you’d be able to get him to come. I need to change, will you help me pick out an outfit that’ll impress him? I think tonight is the night.” You agreed to help her against your better judgement. You knew that Emma had been crushing on him for a while, but it suddenly became way too real. Don’t get me wrong, you loved her dearly, but she had a bad habit of sleeping with guys and then losing interest almost immediately afterwards. You really didn’t want Peter to get hurt and you knew that you would probably feel super awkward about it for the rest of your life. That and the fact that you had some feelings for him as well. Not that you’d ever tell anyone that though.

You followed Emma up to her room and watched as she pulled out different articles of clothing from her closet. You felt a tiny bit nauseous as you noticed how little fabric each of them was made of. It’s not that you didn’t want her to be happy, it’s just that you knew how this always went. Emma was stunningly beautiful, smart, and funny so she never had any trouble getting what she wanted.

“Y/N, do you think Peter would prefer a hot pink or black thong?” she asked with a wink.

“I-I don’t know,” you stuttered. “I don’t think he cares all that much.”

“You’re probably right,” she said, sighing. “I think I’m gonna go with pink. It’ll look cuter and match my bra. So, I was thinking maybe I should wear either the bodycon dress or this crop top. Opinions?” You were growing more anxious by the second, your breath caught in your throat.

“I like the dress,” you finally managed to say. Emma’s face lit up.

“I thought the same thing!” she exclaimed. “Alright, before I get changed I have to make sure you’re good with this. I know you and Peter are really close so if this is weird at all please let me know.” This was your chance. It was the perfect opportunity to tell her how you felt about him. Your brain was screaming at you to tell her the truth, to stop this whole thing.

“Nope,” you said with the best fake smile you could muster. “Go get him, tiger.” She laughed and punched your arm, disappearing to change her clothes. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. The air was stifling and you decided it was time for you to head home. You stepped into the hallway and dialed Peter’s number. He picked up on the third ring.

“Y/N!” he shouted. “Where are you? I just did like three shots of something and I feel great! This dude gave me a brownie earlier and, let me tell you, that wasn’t a normal brownie. You gotta come here, we’re playing truth or dare!”

“Pete, I’m not feeling that great,” you said, which was true. “I think I’m gonna head home. I don’t want to ruin your night so Emma offered to make sure you get home safe.”

“What?” he asked loudly. “No way, you have to stay! This is so fun!”

“Sorry, my ride’s here,” you said.

“But you drove us-” he started to argue but you hung up. You shoved your phone in your pocket and made your way back downstairs. You felt super lightheaded and dizzy and quickly found a bathroom where you threw up all the alcohol you had drank. You sat on the floor in front of the toilet for a while feeling absolutely miserable. When you felt well enough, you stood up and went to leave. You were halfway out the door before you realized you didn’t have your keys. They must have been up in Emma’s room still. You groaned, trudging back up to retrieve them. When you got to her room, you saw that the door was closed and probably locked.  

“Fantastic,” you grumbled. “I wonder what could possibly be happening in there…” You started pacing as you considered your options but went completely still as you heard Peter’s voice from inside.

“H-hey Emma, I don’t know about this,” he said. She said something back that you couldn’t quite make out. She obviously wasn’t as wasted as he was and could actually control the volume of her voice.

“What are you doing?” he asked, the panic in his voice making you a million times more anxious. “Ok hold on don’t take this the wrong way, you’re really hot and… girl-ish, but uh I don’t think we should…”

“Why not?” you heard Emma ask, sounding hurt. “Is there somebody else? Are you just not ready? Because in that case I’ll totally wait!”

“Um yeah there’s someone else,” he said. “I’m really really sorry.” This puzzled you a little. Peter had been pretty open about his crushes in the past, but he hadn’t said anything to you recently about anyone. Apparently Emma had the same thought.

“Who is it?” she asked. There was a long pause. “Oh my god, I knew it! She doesn’t know, does she?”

“No,” Peter replied, “and I don’t know if she should… Promise you won’t tell her?”

“How could I not?” Emma exclaimed. “Y/N is my best friend!” Your heart stopped. They were talking about you? You backed away from the door, processing this information. Tonight obviously was a bad time to confront him about it since you were fairly confident he wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. How would you bring it up though? You were super overwhelmed and at that point you just wanted to go to bed. Summoning all of your courage, you knocked on the door. The voices went silent, and after a moment Emma opened the door.

“Uh hi,” you said awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, I think I left my keys here earlier and I kinda need them…” You glanced behind your friend and your eyes met with Peter’s. He looked away almost immediately. His shirt was on inside out and his hair was messed up, and you tried to ignore the dark purple spot on his neck.

“Oh! Hang on, I’ll grab them,” Emma said with a noticeably forced smile.

“Thanks,” you said. “Um hey Pete. Sorry I’m leaving early, I-”

“I’ll go with you,” he said quickly. “I drank a lot and I can barely see straight, I think I’m done for the night.”

“O-Okay,” you said. Emma handed you your keys and you smiled sympathetically.

“I guess I’ll see you guys later,” she said. “Drive safe!”

“Thanks,” you said. “It was fun, enjoy the rest of the party!” You turned and quickly left, Peter trailing behind you. You intended to just ignore him on the way home, but he was stumbling so much that you had to help him walk. With his arm around your shoulder, the two of you walked outside to look for your car.

“So,” Peter said after a while. “You were right. I should have taken it easy with the drinks.” You laughed softly, unlocking your car as you approached.

“It’s all good,” you said. “Although, you might regret it a lot more in the morning.”

“I have something I have to tell you,” he blurted. “Emma was there and we were kissing and stuff but like it wasn’t right and basically what I’m trying to say is that IreallylikeyouandIwannadateyou.”

“Peter you’re drunk, just get in the car,” you laughed.

“I’m being serious!” he exclaimed as he sat down in the passenger seat.

“I know you are,” you said. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow, ok? That way you can ask me out properly and you’ll actually remember when I say yes.”

I’m Such an Idiot||Daniel Seavey||Why Don’t We Imagine

@ashleyyy0330117 Again, thanks for the idea, Ash ;)

You walk into Walmart with a skip in your step. You hadn’t expected your roommate to suggest a late summer house party, but the idea excited you immensely. She had sent you out to get decorations, food, and drinks for the event and you had accepted happily. You peruse the aisles slowly, taking your time in each one. You’re in the chip section when you notice a group of six boys around your age. One on a hoverboard in particularly catches your eye. His tall, lanky figure makes him stand out from the rest of his friends. He wears a black hat, casting a shadow over his face as he laughs with his friends. The six of them make a ruckus in the store, distracting you completely of what you came here to do. You shake your head and continue shopping. 

You can’t seem to escape these boys. Everywhere you go, they seem to be one aisle away. You see three of them make their way to the toy section, where they put on these ridiculous animal heads and record themselves dancing in them. You have to hold back a laugh and suppress a smile while walking away. 

You walk slowly in the snack aisle, keeping your eyes on the shelves as you debate in your head what you should get. “Ouch!” You yelp as something hits your backside. You spin around in a flurry to see the tall boy from earlier. He’s wide eye in shock, his mouth hanging open. His hands are on a shopping cart (which he hit you with) and he’s still standing on his hoverboard. His friends stand at the head of the aisle, hands over their mouths, trying to hide their laughter. 

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” The boy says sincerely. He pulls the cart away and gets off his hoverboard. “Are you okay? God, I’m such an idiot!” He says it so apologetically. You realize that this was clearly an accident and smile up the boy in front of you. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just watch where you’re going next time.” You giggle at the shock displayed on his face. His blue eyes sparkle when they meet yours, his face lighting up. He smiles, showing a gap between his two front teeth. “What? Why are you smiling like that?” You ask, suddenly asking yourself if there’s something on your face. 

“It’s - it’s just that you’re so beautiful.” He stares at you, making you blush and look away from his gaze. 

“Thank you.” You say, peering down at your shoes. The boy looms above you, probably at least a head taller. He lets out a shaky laugh, scratching the back of his head. 

“I’m Daniel by the way.” He extends a hand. Shaking it, you realize how tiny yours are in comparison.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you… even if you hit me with a shopping cart.” You smile at Daniel’s cheery laugh. 

“I’m actually happy about my clumsiness for once. Don’t usually get to meet pretty girls at Walmart.” He winks at you, making your face flush red again.

“Are you happy about your stupidness, too?” Daniel’s curly-haired friend shouts from around the corner, followed by a series of shushing noises you can only assume were made by his other friends. It’s Daniel’s turn to blush now. He scratches the back of his head, looking down at the floor. You smile, realizing that is must be a nervous habit. 

Daniel looks up at you with a full smile. You adore the gap in his front teeth, and the unmistakable little dimples on his cheeks. You’ve never been so happy to be hit by anything in your life.  

anonymous asked:

(Loverboy writer anon) Okay, I feel like I need a little bit of a background for both JJ and Otabek.

At your service!! I’m not sure exactly what you want to know, hmu if you want more but:

- JJ’s from a well off family. He kind of has to be, considering he has this entire house as a college student. Yuri expected to hate him for this but JJ isn’t a dick about it.

- JJ’s parents are both lawyers and he’s expected to take over the firm when older. He really pushes himself to be the absolute best, but often (especially around finals) that ends up with him having severe anxiety attacks about not being able to actually accomplish that or live up to expectations. Yuri and Beka help him when they start to happen though and take care of him.

- JJ actually ended up getting the house to do a remodel on it as a side project to keep busy, but once Yuri takes it over for the house parties that idea kind of is forgotten. 

- In high school, Yuri got involved with more dangerous crowd in high school because they sucked him in and made him feel like he belonged (he’s always been desperate for a sense of belonging), but Beka was always there and came to drag him out of the bad parties and pick him up Yuri got scared. Always and forever Yuri’s hero.

-  Beka went to college one year ahead of Yuri, they first slept together that summer before Otabek left. It was a summer night after a festival in town and they were sitting on Otabek’s roof drinking beer Yuri stole. They started kissing which was nothing new, but then Yuri was sliding his hand between Otabek’s legs and asking if he “could just…”. Of course he could – Beka had been waiting for Yuri to ask for years by that point.

- DJ Beka sounds kind of like Flume or Odesza when it’s his own stuff and not just trying to please a crowd at a party. The longer their parties keep happening, the more he just plays his own stuff and people come to hear him play.

This kind of got a bit sidetracked but I hope that helps?! 

The perfect Halloween for SAGITTARIUS

Sagittarius (Nov. 22 - Dec. 21)

If you live near a theme park, you may be in luck for some special thrills. Theme park hopping has become a trend for costumed partiers who like to scare themselves silly on specially decorated rides. At least one park offers a ride that goes backwards only on Halloween night. If there aren’t theme parks nearby, drop by your local haunted house.

anonymous asked:

becca & where becca gets jealous bc kaitlyns flirting w/ mc (preferably at like a party at the suite or smthin)

In your defense you didn’t realize you were doing it. Kaitlyn and you, regardless of your relationship not working out, are still the best of friends, in fact, you’d probably go as far as saying you two are better than ever before. And granted, when you dropped the B bomb on your housemates, Kaitlyn was the first to object and with reason. Becca wasn’t the nicest of people to any of you guys freshman year. Call it what you want, Becca either had pent up sexual tension or considered you a threat and the easiest way to piss you off was through your friends, and she succeeded. But things with her parents really changed her and you believed it. If anything, the whole situation dare you say humbled her.

So the house party wasn’t the worst idea even though you weren’t entirely sure who would show up now that Becca wasn’t friends with her sorority and Darren was no longer at the university, and everyone else was not exactly your friends. Only people you knew would show are Tyler and Abbie, and for you that is plenty. But for Becca, who was so used to high quality and Frat/Sorority style parties, you don’t think that would suffice. And sure enough, it didn’t.

So Becca reinvented herself between the hair and the clothes to the newfound positive persona, you actually found people found her a lot more tolerable, which is a good thing. No one got to see what you saw and it’d be great to change that. 

You hang back by the drinks and nurse a beer in your red cup when Kaitlyn comes by to stand next to you with her soda in her own cup. “Not enjoying the party?”

“I’m the house mom, I make sure that everyone only is allotted a reasonable amount and gets home safety,” you proudly reply as if you’ve rehearsed it the entire night.

“By Becca’s new look, I wouldn’t be able to tell,” she jests as you side-eye her with a smirk. “Just saying, not the hairstyle I would’ve chosen.” She sips her soda coupling it with a shrug.

“She’ll grow on you, you know?” You finally say as you watch Becca make her rounds with a genuine smile resting on her lips.

“You could grow on me.” You stare at Kaitlyn with an annoyed expression.


“I’m sorry, I need to work on better pick up lines.”

You laugh, bringing your cup to your lips as you nod. “Yeah you do.”

She sighs dramatically. “I mean I don’t know how I got you in my bed in the first place.” 

You stop drinking for a moment and swallow the contents and as you’re about to respond, Kaitlyn gets called over by Rachel leaving you alone once again. You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, then hear a throat clear behind you. 

You turn around and see Becca with narrowed eyes, her arms crossed over her chest. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask almost fearful of what her response will be.

“Look I get it, you and Kaitlyn were once a thing, but let’s make one thing clear,” she steps closer to you and leans down to nibble just ever so slightly on your earlobe. You groan slightly as chills creep over your spine and heat coats your body from the inside out. 

“You. Are. Mine. Now.”