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studioghibelli · 4 months

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fade in to you- a joel miller x reader

summary: love can often times be unrequited... until it isn't.

warnings: tommys!girlfriend reader, kind of a jerk!tommy, pining!joel, soft!joel, 00's joel/era, implied age gap, some angsty angst, no smut this time y'all i'm in some sort of babygirl mood tonight or something idk.

notes: this is a short lil' somethin' for my sweet twizzy @ilovepedro <3 <3 <3

Cherry red lips stained the rim of the glass, the sides sweating beneath the heat of the summer moon. The lights on the back of the porch illuminated the grill, and the half busted radio in the corner crooned out whatever the radio was deciding to play that night. The canopy of stars twinkled down upon the bungalow, crickets nestled in the blades of grass in the backyard chirping and igniting the atmosphere aflame with the reminder that nature was all around.

Inside, a baseball game was flickering across the screen of the television, and people funneled in and out of the sliding glass door that whined and ached each time it was moved. Grabbing beers, swaying to the music, shouting at the game- anything they wanted to do, really.

Joel stood to man the grill, his broad shoulders stretching the seams of a heather gray shirt, tanned arms glimmering with sweat beneath them. The sleeves almost seemed too tight against his thick biceps, but that only made them more appealing.

As he flipped the burgers, steaming and sizzling against the grill top, Joel tried to remind himself not to look at those cherry red lips. He tried to urge himself to have enough resolve to not become intoxicated by your soft, plump, red mouth, that was just right there in the corner of his eye sight.

It was the least he could do, seeing as you were his brother's girlfriend.

When you walked in that night for the barbeque, he couldn't help but stare, couldn't help but take in your beauty. You wore a sundress the color of azaleas, accompanied by a floral scarf tied around your hair and those sticky, sweet looking lips.

Those lips that haunted him

Did they taste like cherries, too? Joel immediately shook that terrible thought away, it was gone almost as soon as it had entered.

And thus began his usual routine when you were around. The cold shoulder, the short responses, the purposefully-trying-to-avoid-you maneuvers that he had become quite masterful with. Despite this, there was still that tug deep in his belly, that draw towards you and your aura.

"Joel?" Your sweet voice filled his ears.

"Hmm?" He winced at how curt he sounded.

The sinking tone of your voice made him swallow thickly with guilt. "Do you... do you have anymore of that margarita mix?"

"Above the kitchen sink." Joel explained, his voice now a bit softer.

He couldn't turn around to look at you. Not when your hips swayed so femininely against your dress, not when your dewy skin glistened beneath the dusty golden light, not when those lips looked to tantalizing, so delicious.

Joel was so lost in thought, he burnt one of the burgers.

The night went on, smooth and happy, everyone chatting and talking amongst themselves. Joel had sat himself on a patio chair farthest from you, eating the burnt patty with furrowed brows. His eyes were glued to the ground, his mind once again, for the millionth time that June evening, wandering with thoughts of you.

The backdoor slid open with that familiar creak, and he heard Tommy exploding with excitement at the ongoing baseball game.

"Hi, baby." Your voice rang through Joel's ears. He looked up, watching Tommy give you a quick, uninterested kiss. His stomach churned.

Tommy went to the beer cooler, grabbing a fresh bottle of Modelo. At the same time, the radio cranked out an all too familiar song.

I want to hold the hands inside you

I want to take the breath that's true

I look to you, and I see nothing

You gasped, jumping to your feet with eyes wide, cheeks thick with your sticky sweet smile. "Oh, Tommy! This is my favorite song. Dance with me?"

He shook your hand away, turning to you with a scrunched up face. "You know I don't dance, woman. I got a baseball game to get back to." Joel felt his jaw clenching with annoyance, but before he could say anything, Tommy spoke once more. "You comin' in to watch it?" He asked his big brother.

Joel's eyes followed you. He traced over the fallen expression that had sunk into your cheeks, he watched the way your eyes fell with embarrassment, the way your lips pressed into one another.

"No." Was all Joel said, before he glued his eyes back to the ground. He knew Tommy was rolling his eyes, and before he knew it his brother was stomping back inside, leaving him alone with you.

An awkward silence hung in the air, before Joel stood up so quickly, it caused you to jump. "I, uh-" He was rubbing the back of his neck now, taking notice of the incredulous look that had grazed across your face. "I'll dance with ya."

Your smile, sunshine and flowers, ignited the dark air around. "Really?"

He nodded, holding a hand out for you. "It's now or never, darlin'. This is a short song."

An angelic laugh escaped your throat, and you took his hand, standing to your feet. You weren't an oblivious fool. You knew Joel was handsome, and you knew every woman in town was pining after him.

How could they not?

His umber curls, thick shoulders, curved nose- he was a work of art. Tommy was handsome, it ran in the family, but there was something about Joel that was so gripping, so hard to forget. You had noticed his eyes the first time you met him. Those chocolate eyes, so deep and mysterious. They had pulled you in the moment you saw them.

And when Joel had seen you for the first time, he experienced what could only be described as a religious experience. He felt the kind of emotions that one felt when looking upon Van Gogh's Starry Night, or Monet's Poppies. The kind of awe that struck your chest hard with a kick, the kind of awe that settled upon your soul with no hopes of ever letting out, the kind of awe that a man could never forget.

Each time he saw you, you only grew more beautiful. Perhaps that was just a symptom of him falling deeper in love.

"I didn't take you for the dancing type." You whispered as his hands found the curve of your waist, strong and sturdy as they wrapped tightly around you. When your hands moved to his shoulders, you felt a breath of air get stuck in his throat.

"I'm not." Joel's eyes looked down, peering in to your own. You cursed the butterflies which erupted within you.

"Then why are you now?"

There was a short moment of silence, the kind that made your skin crawl with anticipation. You had no clue where this quiet would lead.

"Because I can't stand seein' my brother treat you like that." Joel's voice was earnest, genuine, and you saw those hardened eyes cross over with a feeling you had never seen on him before. Softness. Gentleness. Love.

You live your life, you go in shadows

You'll come apart, and you'll go black

Some kind of night into your darkness

Colors your eyes with what's not there.

"Treat me like what?" You whispered, voice barely there against the backdrop of the radio.

"Like you ain't the most beautiful girl in the world." Joel's grip tightened around you, and he instinctively pulled you close. "Like he ain't the luckiest bastard I know, gettin' the chance to be with you. To kiss you, feel you."

With furrowed eyebrows, you closed your eyes tight, too scared, too unsure of what to say next. You had spent months trying to stop it, you had spent months trying to swallow that horrible, awful feeling that crept inside every time you saw Joel. Despite this, you knew. You had always known.

You were with the wrong brother, and you always had been.

The quick glances, the hidden smiles, the wandering eyes- Joel thought he hid it well, but he could never fool you.

Both of you knew you were in deep shit, both of you knew the water was rising, heating, but you were both helpless, unable to stop it.

And stop it, you had tried. Many, many, many times.

When Tommy was on top of you, moaning your name, feeling your skin, you couldn't help but think of Joel. When Tommy ignored you to watch his baseball games, you couldn't help but daydream about Joel, and how you knew he would dote upon you more than a stupid sport. When Tommy stayed out too late with his raucous friends and came home drunk, you wondered what Joel's arms would feel around you, behind you in bed as his mouth planted kisses on your shoulders, blanketed by the sweet cover of nighttime.

Finally, you spoke. "I don't think that I know what to say, Joel."

Joel took in a deep breath of air, and you felt his chest vibrating against you. "I know. I don't expect you to say anythin'. Just knew I had to tell you sometime."

You swayed together slowly, beneath the canopy of the summer sky, eyes fluttering shut with every movement of your bodies. Joel tensed when you pressed your cheek to his chest, your bodies molding together in harmony.

He liked this. He could get used to this.

Your chest rose and fell against his, your hands moved up and down his arms, caressed his shoulders, felt his body. You touched him like you loved him, you ignited something deep within him. Joel felt wanted, he felt loved, he felt appreciated.

Your tenderness reminded him that he was alive, that he was worthy. You had lit a flame deep within him, a new appreciation for the beauty of the world, a new outlook on life.

He would fight for you if it came down to it. Anything to keep that dazzling smile and those perfect eyes in his life.

Strange you never knew

Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

"Do you love me?" You asked abruptly, voice caught in the back of your throat. You don't know what came over you or why you felt the need to ask, but you couldn't help yourself. Your gut had always told you something was there resting between the both of you, and tonight you were going to find out.

Joel's fingers gently dug into your sides, and you felt the beating of his heart quicken against your cheek. You wondered what he was feeling, you wondered if he had ever felt this way before, if he was even feeling what you were. An inexplainable feeling that washed over you wordlessly, a feeling you were unable to express with words.

"Yes." His fingers crawled up your back, tangling into the ends of your hair. "More than I probably should."

You nodded against him, arms digging in to his shoulders tighter.

You craned your neck to look up at him, eyelashes fluttering against your rosy eyelids. Those cherry lips sparkled in front of him, and Joel wanted nothing more than to lean down and feel them, taste them, explore them.

Joel had never seen a more beautiful woman.

If there was one thing for sure he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, it was that he had never seen anything as beautiful as you in the entirety of his life. Not even the sunsets above the ocean or the wild flowers in the valley, not even the stars at the Grand Canyon or the clear water of a river compared. You were prettier than them all. Serene, celestial, ethereal- he had never known a face like yours, nor had he ever gazed upon a beauty quite like the one you owned.

His thumb slowly traced the height of your cheekbone, and your eyes darted to his adams apple that bobbed up and down with the breaths he was swallowing. No doubt nervous, you thought.

"I-"

"You don't have to say anything." His thumb moved down the length of your cheek until it was resting on your jaw. "It's okay. I know."

"Kiss me."

Joel's eyes darted to your mouth, and he let out a quiet sigh. "I wish I could."

"You can."

"I can't do that. Not to Tommy."

You smiled a sweet, ever so saddening smile, your soft hand creeping up to cup his cheek. The bristles of his patchy beard scratched against your palm, a feeling you wanted to get used to.

There were lots of things you wanted to get used to with Joel. His arms wrapping around you from behind in the kitchen, his arms around your waist as you slow danced to music, his beard pressing in to your skin as you held one another.

Maybe in another life.

"You're a good man, Joel Miller."

"I ain't." He mumbled, shaking his head. A dry laugh crept past his lips. "You don't know half the things I've thought, all the things that make me a shitty brother just for thinkin' 'em. All the things I'd do to you if you were mine."

"I can be yours." You whispered, lip catching between your teeth. "I can be."

"You can't. Ain't how this works. Believe me, darlin'.... you don't know how bad I want things to be different." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Your throat hitched around itself, the feeling of his kiss on your skin igniting a volcano of yearning which erupted within your chest. All you could do was hold on to him tighter.

A stranger's light comes on slowly

A stranger's heart without a home

You put your hands into your head

And then smiles cover your heart

"That's all I'm gonna get from you then, Miller?" You asked with a smile, your fingers tracing out the outline of his jaw. His kiss still lingered on your forehead.

"For now." He responded, and you watched the ghost of a grin plant itself upon his lips. "Who knows, maybe the world will end and we'll get our chance."

And Joel, as he so often was, was right.

The world would end in three months time, and perhaps your own time together would soon follow. But until then, you both returned to the shadows, eyes colored with what wasn't there.

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juuuulez · 4 months

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📰 | prologue, part two: capulet.

info: No Carl Grimes (sorry!), takes place after farm/before prison era, awkward father Negan my love!, reader is 13 in this.

summary: Both you and Negan struggle to navigate your new relationship.

HELLO!! thank you all for the nice messages about Capulet! this is another backstory chapter, but is actually soooooooo cute :,) it’ll provide more context for the readers choices in the next chapter, so don’t skip it!

next chapter will focus around the narrow end of the war, and what this means for the carl/reader relationship……aka shit is going down!

-> masterlist <-

It had been a few weeks since Lucille died.

Now it was just you, and Negan. For the small while you’d stayed at their house, you cherished the feminine presence, something you’ve never experienced in your own household. Your mother had died when you were little, delivering your sister, who passed weeks later an infant.

But Lucille was nice to you. Even if you were skittish, and spoke back whenever Negan tried to make you read a textbook, and took any chance to go outside and playfully harass the undead.

She had a lot of books, you originally noted. One night, upon noticing your attention towards them, she’d offered to read to you. So you picked one out, and nestled in the chair beside her bed, allowing Lucille to read you to sleep.

Romeo and Juliet.

You thought the dialect was beautiful, and held such a tragic story, one moreso than your own. It was comforting, in a way. That, and the Shakespearean language flowed from Lucille’s tongue so easily, it was mesmerising.

Not that it mattered anymore.

You stood outside while Negan crowbarred the door open, snow falling at your feet. It was an early winter morning, and Negan had insisted you find a new place to stay, somewhere with thicker walls and better heating. A fireplace was your top priority, right now.

The door finally creaks open, but you stay put obediently as Negan goes to inspect it for any dead. You’d found the routine stupid at first, but now knew better than to aggravate him about these things.

He was hanging by a thread as it is, and if something were to happen to you? There’d be no recovering.

Finally, he gave you permission to enter, trudging into the house quickly to escape the biting winds. In your hand was that metal baseball bat, clutched tightly. You’d been taking it everywhere. Every time you looked at it, you remembered what you’d done to your father.

It made you feel powerful.

Which was probably concerning for many reasons, but you didn’t care.

Negan searches the house for any supplies, noting the two bedroom layout. The living room, surprisingly, contains a small fireplace, and a kitchen attached. You scour the cupboards, finding not much else than a few cans of soup, pulling them down for later.

Curiously, you turn to the gas stovetop, pushing the knob down as it clicks. One, two, three, and suddenly it starts hissing. The revelation overshadows the potent smell reaching your nostrils.

“It’s got gas!” You yell out, a victorious little grin on your face as you turn it off. At least tonight you’d eat hot food, which was a relief in itself.

Negan comes into view, finally resting your bags down on the floor. This means you’ll stay here tonight. Thank god, you mentally sigh.

“Gas line must still be connected. Probably got heating, too.” He comments, searching through the cupboards once more as you pull yourself to sit on the counter. “Front door was barred, so they probably left out the back. Hoard must’ve come through the town.”

Your legs swing slightly, clad in denim jeans, though they don’t exactly do much to combat the cold.

“It’s a nice neighbourhood. We should go raid the other houses.” You suggest, mind already working at a fast pace, despite having just found somewhere to settle down.

Negan picks up on this, his brows furrowed, head shaking dismissively. “Hold your horses, kid. One step at a time.”

It makes you frown, knowing that he doesn’t take you seriously enough, like an equal. Though, you suppose that’s fair, given you’re a child. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t capable of keeping your shit together.

Fortunately enough, this souring mood is disturbed as Negan abruptly turns around, a small purple tin in hand, and a stupid grin on his face. “How ‘bout this?” He holds it out, towards you.

You take it tentatively, a small smile coming to your lips. It’s powdered hot chocolate. Not something you’ve had during the apocalypse… or much before it, either.

“Pretty cool, I guess.” You admit, and despite any attempts to seem less enticed by the childish find, your expression gives it away. Definitely more than pretty cool.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, Negan tries to find little things for you to be happy about. Things kids like. It seems, most of the time, that your attitude is anything but childish. He’d like to try and preserve that for as long as possible.

That, and it was a good distraction from the grief. Gave him something to pour his energy into, lest it fade completely.

So, the pair of you shared a dinner of canned soup, warmed up, and in actual bowls with cutlery. The nearby fire illuminated the area, warming the small kitchen whilst winter raged on outside. Snow had begun falling, and you internally wondered how the dead would hold up against the cold. Did it affect them? Maybe, maybe not. It wasn’t for you to know.

After dinner, Negan boiled some water over the stovetop, pouring it into two mugs with a healthy scoop of the chocolate powder. Milk was a luxury, now. Even if you somehow found some on the shelves, specifically the long-life kind, there was nowhere to keep it cooled.

But this tasted perfect as was. You sat on a stool at the kitchen bench, feet unable to touch the ground. All that walking was beginning to take its toll on your feet, so you were grateful for the break. Yet, that wasn’t an excuse to slow down.

“I really think we should check those other houses.” You prompt once more, trying to steer back into the conversation that had been shut down an hour ago.

Negan appears curious to your insistence, but not in the mood to entertain it. “Not we. I’ll go out in the morning, poke around. You can sleep in.”

Your brow furrows, a look of irritation filling your features despite the kind offer. “I’m not a toddler. I don’t need to lounge around while you’re collecting shit for us. I can pull my weight.”

“No, but you’re thirteen. You don’t need to pull your weight,” He explains sternly, “Just stay here, be a kid. Go play ball, or something.”

This irritates you to no end. However, Negan doesn’t know how sensitive you really are. Your whole life, you’d been forced to grow up, and now those tools were beginning to come in handy. Yet you were forced to act an age you outgrew years ago.

You huffed, slipping from the stool and padding down the hallway, refusing to entertain this conversation. Okay, maybe that was a little childish, to storm off. But you couldn’t help it.

So far, Negan had been nice to you, and you didn’t want him to realise how bringing you along was a mistake. That you couldn’t get along with adults, because it always felt like they were out to get you. You didn’t want to repeat this cycle with him. So, you shut him out for the night.

You even left your half-drunk hot chocolate on the bench. It was only after you’d firmly shut the bedroom door, that you realised, and were too prideful to go back and retrieve it.

“What the fuck..” Negan mumbled to himself, not understanding what he’d said wrong. He knew better than to chase after you for answers, instead letting it simmer, hoping you’d sleep it off.

Since leaving the house, you’d slept in all sorts of makeshift shelters. So having your own bedroom was weird. The wind was audible from inside, trees scraping against the windows, their branches whipping back and forth. You tried to block it out, but found that to be difficult.

You’d like to read your book.

But it was still out there, in your bag of supplies, which was left on the living room floor. Maybe this was the consequences of leaving in a huff. You told yourself that you didn’t need it: you weren’t a child, you didn’t need a bedtime story. Besides, you’d already read the play thousands of times.

It reminded you of that short period you’d been happy. Sure, the dead rising was pretty rough, but you had a safe place to stay, companionship, and were treated with a motherly kindness, something you’ve never experienced. It was more than just a book, for it reminded you of Lucille, when she’d read to you.

This room was the opposite of that memory. It was cold, it was dark, and it was lonely. What if something were to happen, and you were cooped up in here?

What if Negan decided you weren’t worth the trouble? An ungrateful brat that couldn’t communicate, couldn’t regulate her feelings, and thought everyone was against her.

Suddenly struck with the image of him leaving, of taking the chance to continue on his own, you rose from bed. Fuck that. You weren’t being left behind.

You pushed the door open, peeking into the hallway. It was dark in the house, but much warmer out there, the sensation growing the closer you got to the lounge, where the fire was still going.

The two mugs still sat on the kitchen bench, causing some guilt to ebb in your stomach, feeling bad for being so childish.

The other door, opposite yours, was still open. The room was dark, the bed empty. So you passed it, continuing into the living room, where you suspected Negan was.

You were right.

“What’re you still doing up?” He asked, having heard your footsteps coming down the hallway. It irritates you that he was so perceptive, but knew lashing out again would be unfair.

So, you shrug. “Couldn’t sleep.” It’s a mumbled answer, still mentally distancing yourself, yet you come over to sit on the couch.

He’s seated on the floor, near the fire, trying to stoke it back to life. With no response, you feel antsy, like you should be explaining yourself, like you owe him an answer. A reason for everything. That no movement, no word, no action is allowed without justification.

“It’s just, that, bein’ down there feels weird,” You whisper, sounding unsure of yourself, “Like, in the back of the house… thought I’d sleep out here, instead.”

Negan gives a small nod, acknowledging your words, yet provides no argument against it. You wished he would argue.

To cement your point, you shift so you’re lying on the couch, knees brought up to your chest. In truth, it is much warmer out here, and significantly less closed off than the bedroom. It will work as an adequate resting space.

Then, Negan stands, moving out of your line of sight. You frown, wondering if you’ve done it, pushed him away. Some evil, dirty voice in the back of your head applauded you: yes, you don’t need him.

You weren’t awarded too much time to wallow, as soon the footsteps are returning, and a thick blanket from one of the bedrooms is placed over you. A frown fills your features, but nonetheless accept it, finding it much warmer.

The couch dips at your feet, Negan sitting down, remaining silent for the time being.

Truth is, he was still trying to figure you out. It was hard. He knew that you weren’t right, that he couldn’t handle you like any other child, but was determined to figure out what made you tick.

He tried to think about those few moments you had been happy. When your soured mood faded, and you actually smiled, not worrying about the undead.

“Want me to read to you?” Negan asked, sounding nervous. It was almost amusing. Almost.

You rolled your eyes, burrowing further into the blanket. “I know how to read.”

It was a snappy reply, laced with irritation. But Negan knew not to stop there. So he leaned down, fishing through the small bag on the floor, until he found it. A hardcover copy of Romeo and Juliet. It was Lucille’s, though he never remembered getting it for her, and assumed she must have bought it herself.

Flicking the pages open, he found where you’d tabbed the worn paper. He’d never read a script before, hesitating for a moment before reading aloud, sounding equally confused and awkward.

“I am.. a-weary, give me leave awhile,” He read in a monotone voice, “Fie.. how my bones ache. What a.. what a jaunt have I had..”

“You’re doing it wrong,” You immediately correct him, sitting up on the couch to deliver an unamused glare. “It’s not supposed to sound like that.”

“Who talks like this?” Negan rolls his eyes, but nonetheless continues reading. “I would.. thou hadst my bones, and I thy… c’mon, these aren’t even words.”

You try not to smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but it proves increasingly difficult. You lean over, taking the book from his hands, biting back a grin as you position it in your lap.

“Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.” You read off the page, in a much softer voice, trying to mimic the tone of the conversation.

Negan looks over your shoulder, visibly confused. You tilt it towards him slightly, pointing at the next line.

“Here, you can read for the nurse.” You suggest, only half serious.

That much is obvious, as Negan rolls his eyes, “Y’know what, you’re right, you do know how to read.” He scoffs, though he feints annoyance, he tries not to make the subtle victory known. That he managed to cheer you up.

You smile, laying back down on the couch, book propped up in front of your face. You resume a less tense position, letting your legs stretch a little, to which Negan manoeuvres your ankles so they rest over his lap.

He knows there will be many more days in the future where this happens. When something sets you off, or you get snappy, or you act out. But it’s not a terrible thing, as it means you’re alive and well. He’d like to keep it that way.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, anyway. Negan decides not to disrupt you, letting you stay on the couch, but he does carefully take the book and close it.

The next morning, you’d scavenge the remaining houses together. You’d continue your travels, together, until inevitably, your little group of two would grow into an army of many.

Even then, you were still a pair.

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rubenovichoff · 2 years

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btw if any of u want to participate in the cultural event of blaseball (horror baseball sim with scp-type community lore) now’s the perfect time to look into it. the new era is about to begin as soon as the players fall out of the black hole onto teams. its gonna be better catered to new and casual players — weekly storylines, full tutorial, no huge mechanics stacks, new app, social elements integrated, etc. also the community’s getting prizes for sign up milestones so that’s my motivation for asking u to go to blaseball.com and enter ur email.

anyways here’s the commissioner Parker MacMillan IIIII

here’s the blaseball roundup — fantastic (even if u don’t plan on playing) reports of seasons 1-22 (don’t worry about the details and let urself be gleefully confused, they won’t be necessary for getting into the revamped sim)

here’s my fave fan artists tumblr

here’s bandcamp with fan albums (or search the garages on spotify or wherever)

love y’all, tune in to the immaterial plane and play blall

edit: check out the (fan run) wiki too lol

edit edit: if u tell me what u think of it and what team u chose or whatever i will kiss you on the mouth or compliment your (blase)balls or even be normal about it take ur pick

#blaseball #sports #video games

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juyeonszn · 9 months

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WHAT IS LOVE? — FOURTEEN

PAIRING ₊˚⊹ lee juyeon x f!reader

SUMMARY ₊˚⊹ all is well in the business of matchmaking. except it’s actually not, because lee juyeon, the school’s star baseball player, has just come to you for help in obtaining the girl of his dreams. oh yeah! and he happens to be the guy you’ve had a crush on since your first year of university.

MORE ₊˚⊹ guys, i’ve officially entered my sunwoo simp era……… it’s so bad like actually. like looking at him makes me ill bc my delusions are so bad 😭

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PREV ₊˚⊹ THIRTEEN — hit tweet follow me 🙌🙏

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MASTERLIST

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jovenshires · 5 months

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hii i’m new to the smosh fandom and i was wondering what are some like Must See videos i need to watch cause they are the only thing i’ve been watching for like three days straight

oh my god............. to have this task placed before me is an honor and yet. so many to choose from so little time. im sorry im just throwing everything at you at once i tried to narrow it down and failed MISERABLY so here you go:

i would say tntl is a must-see series in general, but it's a LOT of episodes, so i think the two best episodes to see are the 100th episode and the first episode including anthony. these are both heavy hitters, extremely funny, i cannot rec either of them enough

if you're in for a longer video, the cheating reddit stories is everything to me and the best example of this series i love so much. amanda and angela have such good chemistry and shayne is so good in this one, not to mention the stories.... oh my god im getting emotional just thinking about it.

im not really the person to go to for sketches (im more of a smosh pit/games person) BUT i will say the new food battle is incredible if you're into the sketches. no need to see the prior food battles (i haven't seen them in Years), all fun, just vibes

all the try not to win videos are so funny to me like the peak of unscripted content imo, but my favorites are don't win mario party gets physical and somehow we got WORSE which was just released. both contain shenanigans and violence and both make me laugh SO hard i bust a gut every time

the two truths and a lie series is everything to me, and specifically, if you can endure awkwardness and suffering, ian and pam's OR if you want like a fun silly goofy time, ian and anthony's. of course if you're here on my blog i can also rec spencer and tommy's!

let's do this entering our scammer era is iconic. i miss lets do this every day and this is THE best ep

board af is my beloved; specifically the queen of lies plays secret hitler and will they say i do? (love is blind) are both everything to me

who memed it is everything to me, good for lore and good laughs, specifically roasting each other with memes

eat it or yeet it is, everyone knows, one of my fave series of all time, and my personal faves are it's our birthday and truth or yeet: things get real they're both SO good

and finally im gonna throw in the funeral roasts here. they're all incredible truly but im dropping damien's funeral roast bc i think it's the best example of the series while still playing inside baseball (my other faves are try guys and mythical so i decided not to include them)

once again im so sorry to throw all this at you but these are some of my top picks!!! and im sure there's some im forgetting and i will kick myself in an hour but i hope this is a good start <3

#sorry i dont have any like. pre-mythical smosh on here <3 im bad with that #ask #asks #anon #anonymous #long post

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aliveandfullofjoy · 3 days

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going to a baseball game tonight lads. entering my baseball era.

#and what if i watch ken burns baseball this summer what then

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Nothing to fear bc I’m already in love with your OCs. And I would love to hear more abt Micheal and those three other guys.

WILLOWWWWW i can always count on you fr. okay so. my fnaf guys.

michael my dear boy coparented with bee the fuckmaster <3 well you know michael if you know anything about fnaf but we made him better. we gave him a pet bearded dragon named vampire. we gave him a weird job history. he plays baseball. he picked up guitar to impress a lesbian he had a crush on. he’s bisexual.

my three other guys are jimmy daniel and arthur (art) and they are his friends!!! daniel and art met in 2nd grade and became friends because they both had Js in their last name, art and jimmy met in 5th grade in the principal’s office bc art was playing too rough during PE dodgeball and jimmy got caught graffitiing swear words in the boys’ bathroom, jimmy and daniel met through art, michael met daniel in 6th grade science class, but they all became bffs in middle school!!! they’re the worst. just awful. no other friends at school, michael is the closest to “popular” that any of them are because he’s a friendly guy but he gets much worse over time (re: after both his siblings die and he enters his wildly self destructive era) and that goes away too. jimmy and daniel are in love but they do not last and it ends extremely tragically. art is straight

#asks #tumblingclockwork #special guests #michaelverse #fnaf #ros does an ask meme #WILLOW <3333

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some fun things that me & my cousin did in paris while he came to visit:

- visit the catacombs of paris. really cool! not only do you get to see walls of real human skulls, there’s also morbid poetry by historical figures to go along with it :)

- attempt the world’s first 2-person celeste speedrun à la piano four hands (spoiler: it’s not very speed)

- compare the prices of every boba shop in a 200m radius around us before the disillusioned realisation that they’re all equally overpriced hits

- we still got boba tho🤭

- in a pull&bear we spotted a pink baseball cap that said “great fan”. we chose to interpret this as referring to an electric fan of considerable size

- a running joke is created

- went to the galeries lafayette: came for the windowshopping experience, stayed for the magnificent ceiling dome (got the pic from google)

- visit the musée carnavalet, a museum of the history of paris. it’s probably one of the best museums in paris: free entrance for all, 4 floors worth of artifacts dating from antiquity to the contemporary age, some really really famous and historically significant pieces, especially of the french revolution era, like THE déclaration des droits de l’homme et du citoyen(!!) the garden is super lovely as well

- walk through the bois de boulogne forest to the arc de triomphe, then proceeding to climb it—you get a pretty nice view of the 12 radiating avenues and a bunch of paris landmarks

- go on what was probably the most useless supermarket run ever: i got a pack of sandwiches and my cousin got a pack of gum that literally cost the same price. guess which one we ended up eating for lunch that day (somebody call bella hadid)

- waited in line to enter the “quirky” and “legendary” shakespeare & company bookshop. im lowkey salty that it’s no longer niche and probably tiktok famous now cause 2 years ago the idea that you’d have to queue to get in was completely absurd

- on a positive note: we hogged the piano for like 20 mins lmao. one pedal was busted but they had the sheet for tchaikovsky’s june so it’s a slay for me 💅

- oh we also played the piano in the aforementioned supermarket. cause it’s totally normal to have a piano lying around in a supermarket here

- bought matching plushies at miniso! we of course named them “great” and “fan”

#im oversharing lalala i dont care im girlblogging!!#sisi.txt #trips & travels

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags my loves 💕 @loveyourownsmiilee @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks

Yet another snippet from my baseball au, in which Buck is entering his ✨pining✨ era

Chris looks at Buck with a big toothy grin, and it reminds him so much of Eddie when he’s laughing at some stupid joke, unrestrained and happy.

“Hey Christopher, it’s so good to finally meet you,” Buck says, meaning every word. “Your dad has told me so much about you, it’s so awesome to meet the cooler Diaz.”

Chris laughs, hiding his face into Eddie’s shoulder in embarrassment.

“What do you say, Chris?” Eddie nudges, with a tone of voice only a father could use. When Chris doesn’t say anything right away, Eddie whispers “You’re supposed to say, ‘nice to meet you too.’”

Chris looks back at Buck, but instead of listening to Eddie, says, “Dad likes to watch you play baseball on TV.”

Buck let’s out a surprised laugh, amused by the blush spreading to Eddie’s cheeks.

“Christopher!” Eddie chastises, with no true intent behind it.

Buck smiles at Eddie before crouching down to eye level with Chris. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Chris nods enthusiastically and takes a small step closer to Buck. Buck leans in and mock whispers, “I like to watch your dad play baseball on TV, too.”

Christopher continues to giggle, and Buck chances a quick glance at Eddie. Eddie is smiling down at them softly. The warmth that found a place in Buck’s chest seems to grow tendrils, wrapping snugly around his heart coursing through his bloodstream.

This. This is everything he has ever wanted.

Tagging @rogerzsteven @swiftiediaz @prettyboybuckley @lostinabuddiehaze @monsterrae1 @ajunerose @spaceprincessem @bekkachaos @dickley-buddie @eddiediazisascorpio and anyone else who wants to do it ✨

#buddie #buddie wip #baseball au #my writing

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10000 Characters Long Interview

『When I was a Jr.』

Nishihata Daigo (Naniwa Danshi - 7th Issue)

During the era when Kansai Jr was ridiculed as a “burnt field”, Nishihata remained standing as center.

While feeling uneasy thinking “Why am I in this role?” being in a position where he receives both praises and criticism by himself, the days of taking in and enduring everything was not short. Then, Naniwa Danshi was formed and where Nishiahta stands again is the center. But everything was different from back then.

With comrades he takes pride in and strength from accepting himself, let’s go to see new sceneries.

Vividness and Power are Kansai Jr's Charm

We have Daigo as the last person of the Naniwa Danshi serialization.

Please take care of me.

Naniwa Danshi, of course, but the spirit of Kansai Johnny's where Daigo has spent his time is amazing.

Thank you so much. Kansai Jr. truly is amazing. After watching Ae! group's solo stage and Lil Kansai, Boys Be, AmBitious' "Kansai Johnny's DREAM LIVE 2022", I felt that power. I think that Kansai's greatness is their vividness and power. That power reached me. After debuting, now once again, I felt that I should never forget my days as a Kansai Jr. I can not forget those days when I gave my best to make the audience think to themselves "I want to come again"

I want to ask you various questions right now, what kind of kid you were as a child?

Apparently I was bossy inside but shy outside. I have heard that I used to be loud inside the house but once outside, I would hide myself behind my parents. That characteristic of me has not changed till date. Also, apparently instead of playing games that required me to move my body I would rather play house with girls. I never really did much sports. The most I did was playing softball during middle school. My father who had previous experience in baseball was the coach but my older brother got in the team before me. I also took part in it from the 4th year of elementary school. My father probably wanted me to enter the baseball club in middle school but, because I did not want to go bald I entered the track and field club instead.

Yet, the number of times you have shaved your head is amazing.

I did shave my head 3 times (laughs)

What was your dream as a child?

I liked kids so I vaguely thought if I should become a daycare teacher. There was a daycare near my house that's why I thought that it would be convenient for me to work there.

Then, what is the backstory behind passing Johnny's audition?

My mother likes Arashi, so I believe that this is a result of that, but she had sent in my resume without my knowledge. On the day of the audition she pushed me in and took me to the venue by saying "I will buy you anything you want!". It was a public audition but I think there were about 100 people. That was a completely different world. As for Johnny's, I did not know much about them either. My knowledge was limited to knowing the existence of Arashi and Ninomiya (Kazunari)-kun only. But, I did not know that Arashi was Johnny's. About Ninomiya-kun too, when I watched his drama "Yamada Taro Monogatari", I thought to myself "this actor is really cool", but I did not know that he was a member of Arashi.

Did you think that you would get selected?

Instead of thinking whether I will get selected or not, I just wanted to go home early. When I had to show a special skill, that's when I showed them cushion spinning and also learned a dance that I had never done before. Finally when they said "it's a wrap" I went back home. Right when I was about to take off my shoes, I received a phone call. It said "Can you come back?". They said that they will give the transportation cost, hearing that made me think "Lucky!!". When I went I saw about 10 people there. It made me think that "I messed up" and that "Did I possibly get accepted??"

Hahaha.

As for my name though, before my birth, the name of the character that was played by Nagano (Hiroshi)-san in "Ultraman Tiger" was Daigo, apparently I was named after that. Of course I don’t think my parents did that back then thinking "he will be a Johnny's someday", so this is just pure coincidence.

I wonder why was I at the center?

We have heard that right after Ohashi (Kazuya) -kun entered, he soon started to teach dance to Daigo-kun, but because you did not have any motivation you thought "What's up with this person?"

No offense to Hassun, but it was because at the beginning it was kinda annoying.

However, right after entering, you were selected as a member of AeShonen along with Nagase Ren -kun and Masakado Yoshinori -kun

I was happy that it was a 5 member group like Arashi but, it was then when I took my first step towards finally understanding "What is it to be a group?"

After a year, (Onishi) Ryusei-kun entered.

I remember Ryusei during his audition. He danced so lively and his smile was beautiful/pretty too. I remember blurting out "He's a strong rookie!" After that I started to get along with Ryusei right away.

Together with Ryusei-kun and Nagase-kun along with Daigo-kun, the three of you became Naniwa Ouji. Additionally, with Mukai (Koji) -kun and Hirano (Sho) -kun's Kin Kan "Maido! Jyani" had started.

I was surprised to be honest. It all happened suddenly. But it was no longer something that I could treat like another club activity. It felt like I had to carry out and do everything properly. Because, the fact we were chosen amongst so many seniors, it had to have an important meaning behind it. Moreover, when I heard what Johnny-san had to say, the atmosphere felt as if the debut was approaching us as well.

Did you expect the 6 of you to debut together?

I did expect, yes. How do I explain, Kou-chan (Mukai) had a long experience and was a person on whom we could rely on, Sho was there as well. Sho is a person whom when I saw for the first time, I thought to myself, "Ah, this kid is a star". Along with them, there was Ren, and Ryusei as well. "Isn't this team strong!?!" is what I thought.

It was around that time when you were casted for the Asadora "Gochisousan".

Suddenly I received a call from my manager where he asked me "Can you shave your head?". As I was thinking about what it might be about I was told that it was for an Asadora, to which I replied "I will do it!" without any hesitation. How do I word it, it felt good to be able to do something that would help me to be of some strength to NaniKin."

Well then, what did you think of Johnny's WEST's debut in 2014?

I was super happy. Because, not only were they my immediate seniors, they were someone who had taken care of me a lot, they were also the ones who had taught me a lot of things starting from courtesy and everything else. We jumped on the momentum that Johnny's WEST had developed, which made me think that we will be the next to debut and such.

But, Hirano-kun and Nagase-kun had to move to Tokyo because of their parents.

Ren and Sho, I carried on thinking that they will come back here someday. That was at the very beginning. But around the time when they became Mr. KING, that's when I realized "Ah, our paths will be different from here on".

Even then, when Daigo-kun and others became the seniors of Kansai, you guys kept everything lively.

If I am being honest, it was nothing all that cool. Johnny's WEST debuted, Ren and Sho were not there as well. I could imagine Kansai having a hard time from there on. Initially I thought that I would quit. It was right around my third year of high school too, which is the timing I have seen other Jrs quit. But unlike them who quit because they had clear dreams to pursue, in my case I would consider it as something close to running away. Because I only had vague thoughts of going to a university that specializes in daycare / nursery school and becoming a kindergarten teacher.

Why did you stay back?

Having stage plays and similar other works being confirmed was a big reason, besides that there was the fact that I had fallen in love with this group and community called Kansai Johnny's. But the main reason is that, I had not consulted with anyone about this but, when I talked with Ryusei about how "I might quit", he said "Let's give our best together, but if Dai-chan quits, I will quit too". That flipped a switch in me. "I can not let a kid with such a bright future quit" and such. That's why, I don't know how to say this, it's not because we have spent the same time together. His existence is really precious to me.

However, although it was unexpected, the Kansai group as a whole was in a situation where they were ridiculed as a burnt field.

I was anxious about how much we could liven up the audience with those of us who were remaining in Kansai. Besides, I thought that if we messed up then the existence of Kansai would be in danger, I couldn't let it disappear, I desperately wanted to stop it from disappearing. That's why, during the 2015 "Shonentachi", I was desperate to death. I was worried the entire time thinking "Will the seats be filled at all?. That's why, when the staff told us about the show being sold out, we celebrated by giving each other a high five.

However, there was a time when you collapsed on the stage of Shochikuza because of living a busy day to day life, right?

Something like that too happened, yeah. That makes me a failure of a professional but, during that time I did not think of things like preservation or distribution of my physical strength. I was so obsessed that my field of vision became narrow. Because I desperately wanted to become the gateway for people to get to know Kansai Jr. When we get solo jobs, in the credits, we get labeled like "Nishihata Daigo (Kansai Johnny's Jr.), right? I started to think that it was my mission to get people to know about Kansai Jr's existence through the credits, even a little bit by doing as much work as possible. It did not matter how I ran or what I ran towards, it was a time when I was just desperately pushing forward.

The boy who was shy enough to hide behind his parent's back, standing in the front row of Kansai, moreover in the center. All while bearing the brunt end of criticism at the same time.

I knew all too well myself. The fact that I never had anything / any merit to offer. Because I think that I am the average type at everything. For someone like that to have increasing offers for solo jobs while standing at the center, how I would be perceived by my surroundings, it was quite obvious. But, by then I had made up my mind that it is such a position. I wasn't as skillful as to be able to take in / receive all the criticism while being nonchalant and as long as I was in the lead, I could do nothing but accept everything instead of dodging them. Of course I had to accept the criticisms though. I could not stay unharmed.

Wasn't that lonely?

Yeah, I might have been lonely in that sense. But I never did for once think that "I am lonely" to myself but looking back, I could not really consult / discuss with anyone. Of course it's not because I did not trust the Kansai Jr members, but because I am not the type who is able to put his thoughts into words.

Even then you continued to stand in the center with a smile.

Once I accidentally asked Shigeoka (Daiki) -kun "Why am I in the center?". To which he said "No one knows the reason behind that. But Johnny-san chose you. Be proud of that." Those words have really saved me. The fact that I don't have much confidence is still true till this day but, whenever I am in any trouble I have always been supported and helped by the people around me. The only thing that someone like me, who is average at everything, can be proud of is that I have been blessed with the kind people I meet.

Wait for us to go over there!

2017 winter, Kansai Jrs were separated from the older team and younger team for concert shows.

At that time, Johnny-san said “Change is needed”. We talked with the agency and Shochiku [Theater staff]-san and reached the conclusion that “Isn’t it better to separate to let the younger members grow?” I ended up having the same thoughts. Of course quality is important but I think the most important thing for Jrs is the quantity of practical experience. To become amazing idols by experiencing different things, by repeating failures and success. I think idols are about the process of repeated polishing. That’s why by separating the shows by age and letting the younger members get more practical experience, it will raise the level of Kansai Jrs. Of course I think the pressure of it was heavy for the younger team but they overcame it. I went to watch the younger team’s last show and seeing Ryusei cry during MC made me cry too. I thought Ryusei did a great job as a leader and that he grew so much.

Ryusei-kun said in the interview that when you two were in different units, he did not want to be apart, was worried, and that he had to have the resolve for the sake of Kansai Jrs.

Sorry, I did not know he had those thoughts. I thought it was going to be a transitory separation. We were fighting solo or rather, because I thought if there is going to be a debut from Kansai Jrs, it’s going to be chosen from the whole Kansai Jrs regardless of units, or that a few will be chosen to debut with Tokyo Jrs. I thought it would not be strange for anyone to get chosen and that maybe someone would suddenly get called to Tokyo.

Then, what if you were to get called to Tokyo at that timing?

Me…? I think I wouldn’t have gone, yeah. I feel like I would not go. I love the Kansai Jr community and the tradition of Kansai Jr that has been passed on by seniors. That’s why I had the strength to stand firm in the front with Kou-chan (Mukai Koji) and Ryusei. If I was called at that timing, I think it would have been impossible for me to go.

Then, what did you think of 2018’s King & Prince debut?

I was happy. I thought they would so I fully congratulated them. Ah, after their debut announcement when Masakado, Ren, and I met up, Ren seemed like he felt sorry when he said “We won’t turn distant just because I debut. I’m worried that you two might quit Johnny’s”. That’s why I told him “Don’t underestimate us!” Of course Kansai Jr was still not stable but I did not want Ren to feel sorry or guilty so that’s why I told him “We will debut and go over there, so you just wait!”

In the same year in October, finally, Naniwa Danshi formed.

I was surprised. I was like “Eehh”. My senior Jo-kun is here. My friend Hassun is here. And the three, Micchi, Kento and Kyohei, who are much younger than me, are here too. I panicked at the thought of myself, who was already 21, to be grouped in with 16 year old kids. Also, the group name is Naniwa Danshi. Ranked down from Naniwa Ouji (laughs). (T/N: Danshi=Boy. Ouji=Prince) And what I also thought was “Kou-chan and Ryuta-kun aren’t here. Why!?”

Other members also said this but was it more of a worry in the beginning?

Yes. For Jo-kun, Hassun, and I, this group was no doubt our last chance. If we had let this chance go, I thought our road to debut would be cut off. But for the younger 3, it looked to me that they had more mental leeway. That gap was really worrying. I especially wonder what was on Micchi’s mind when we just formed. In my eyes, there seemed to be a phase when Micchi did not like Naniwa Danshi. I think he had other ideas of a group and form of debut. But as time passed, he started to say “I love Naniwa Danshi” and that he’s happy that we are these 7 members. I remember feeling very happy and relieved.

So you guys overcame that kind of phase after Naniwa Danshi formed.

But I think we were impatient. After debut, Jo-kun and I had the chance to re-watch Ride on Time. There was a scene where we scolded the younger 3 when we had just formed. Seeing that, I thought “We were impatient during that time”. Even thinking back now, I still think we still should have scolded them but, I also think “Maybe we should’ve let them act freely” and that “We were too serious because of our impatience”.

Sometime after Naniwa Danshi was formed, it seemed as if your expressions loosened.

That might be true. I had always thought “I have to carry everything on my back” and thoughts like “I have to do something” were always so strong. I was plunging forward to make myself the reason and to be the gateway for new people to learn about Naniwa Danshi. But seeing members on TV and with the credit “Naniwa Danshi”, made me realize that “Ah, I’m not the only gateway”. Each member is active on their own on variety shows, dramas, movies, and other media. I should say that it’s then that I felt the essence of being a group.

Essence of a group?

To help and support each other. Everyone having something only they can do and complementing each other is what it means to be a group. Before with Ae Shonen and Naniwa Ouji, I was in the position of being fully reliant on other members. After that, I thought it’s all about fighting solo and stubbornly thought that I had to do something. But after this group was formed, I realized that sharing the burden which I thought I had to carry alone with 7 people is not being weak and that’s what it means to be a group.

I see.

Other than members, it’s really with everyone’s support that I am here now. I just said this but I’m really blessed with the kind people I meet. Ohkura-kun and Yokoyama-kun also really helped us a lot. They really were like saviors to us. Long before Naniwa Danshi formed, Yokoyama-kun has been praising us a lot. He said “Dance, singing and comedy. You guys are at a much higher level from when we were Jrs so no matter how you think of it, it’s such a waste to leave things as it is”. He really encouraged us and worked with people from tv stations and other entertainment personnel for us so, to Kansai Jrs who were in darkness with no vision of the future, he really was our savior.

Right.

I also can forget the words Ohkura-kun said to me. I was told “Seeing Daigo and everyone working hard makes me feel that we also need to work harder. I’m glad to be able to take part with you guys”.

Then, since when were you certain that Naniwa Danshi would debut?

Ever since we formed, I was sure we would debut. But of course there was no certainty that we would until we saw the words “CD Debut” on July 28 at Yokohama Arena.

What actually happened when you saw the words “CD Debut?”

I had flashbacks. All the days I spent as Jr flashed before my eyes.

Immediately after that, you hugged Ryusei-kun, patted his back, and said “[...] worked hard”, right?

I don’t remember that at all (laughs). But after all, more than anyone, I had activities with Ryusei the most. We have been together since Ryusei was 10 years old. There was a short time when we were apart but the one who has always been beside me is Ryusei. Maybe that’s why I said “[...] worked hard” but to add a subject, it’s “We”. (T/N: 頑張る = to work hard/to do one’s best. 頑張った = past tense. Daigo said 頑張ったね which would normally be assumed as “You worked hard” when no subject is specified.) Many things happened to us but we did not give up and worked hard up until this point. I’m happy that I got to debut but above all, I’m happy to debut with Ryusei being in the same group.

Did you get congratulated by many people?

Yes. Parents are a given and many other people too. I got a message from Ninomiya-kun that said “Today’s weather is nice. Make sure to not forget this day”.

What about Nagase-kun?

He gave me a call. He simply said “Congratulations”. We don’t particularly have passionate talk. It would be impossible unless I’m drinking alcohol (laughs).

My strong point is I’m blessed with the kind of people I meet

Message to members please. Starting with Joichiro-kun.

His entertainment career is long. Not just long but he is someone who has seen many sceneries. Even more so that he’s seen his batch mates and juniors debut. I think it’s because he has lots of experience that each of his words have persuasive power. His thought patterns are also similar to mine. We would sometimes think of discussing similar topics at the same timing. I really am depending on him.

Ohashi-kun.

I get energy from being with Hassun. Before debut, we went out eating together a lot and I will never forget that he frequently told me “You can put down more of your weight, okay?” After our debut and coming to Tokyo, there has been less time for us to go out to eat and talk face to face but, I think it’s the result of our bond deepening. The time may have become shorter but instead of surface level discussion, we exchange our honest thoughts and opinions with each other. That once again made me realize that we are adults now.

Nagao-kun.

Kento is the youngest but he’s mature. His ideas are well rooted. At the same time, he doesn’t know to fear from being young. Saying “I want to do something like this!” and “How about a performance like this?” he gives us many opinions and ideas. It helps a lot and also makes me realize different ways to think of things. I remember the day of the audition. I remember talking with Johnny-san about him saying “That kid is cute” “He really is”. At that time, Kento was such a quiet kid that it would be hard to imagine now. And now, he states his opinions firmly. It surprises me and makes me think he really grew after overcoming a lot of situations.

Kyohei-kun.

Kyohei is a kind kid. I have a moody tendency so when I feel “I somehow can't bring up my energy” and I’m just sitting alone in the green room, he would come near me before I realize. He would come near me but does not particularly talk or do anything though. For him, maybe he wasn't thinking of anything and just sat next to me because the seat was empty. But it didn’t happen just once or twice. He is a considerate person so I guess he sensed something and stayed beside me. I’m really happy for his consideration. The group’s comfortable air, or like, the pleasant environment is created by this kid. He’s seen to be cool and a person of few words but he’s just simply shy around strangers. I wonder why but even if there are times to scold him, you would just forgive him. It’s hard to hate him. I think that is Kyohei’s charm.

Michieda-kun.

Micchi is, well, really amazing. He has an overwhelming grace to him. His aura to attract people is outstandingly strong. But in the green room, he doesn’t show that grace at all and is like a little puppy seeking attention towards members. That is more than anything, his charm.

Michieda-kun wondered how you noticed and sent him a message of encouragement when he was tired due to his stage play.

Anyone would notice (laughs). He was obviously worn out. That’s more the reason that makes him amazing. He didn’t whine at all. I’d whine if it were me.

He said he was happy that you called him “Micchi” for the first time when you sent the message.

I don’t remember (laughs). But um, it was like a small challenge, or rather a step forward to shrink the distance between Micchi and I.

Lastly, Ryusei-kun.

Ryusei, to me, is maybe close to what comedian partners are to each other. There are many types of comedians but he’s like my partner of many years. I don’t cling onto him more than needed now, and there are days where we only say “Good morning” to each other but we can basically tell what the other is thinking.

Right after Naniwa Danshi formed, did you notice that Ryusei-kun was troubled with what position he held in the group?

I did think that he was troubled. This sounds weird but I was not worried about him or rather, I believed that he can find his own path. I believed with his potential, he would definitely find it. Because I know about that potential more than anymore else, I have nothing but trust in him. Isn’t he actually amazing too? Collaborating with a make-up brand and producing merch. Only Ryusei can materialize what fans want. It was Ryusei who taught me that a group is completely different from solo fights and it’s about division of tasks.

Naniwa Danshi, really gathered great members.

It really did. I really think the members are great and that we are a great group. I will say this again and again but my strong point is that I’m blessed with the people I meet, that includes staff and related personnel. And above all, I strongly feel that I’m blessed with my members and fans. That’s the one thing I can be proud of myself for.

Syncing pace and strides with 7 members and Nanifam

Right now, do you have any message for Kansai Jrs?

I want to tell them that I think you guys will face walls as you gain more experience but you don’t have to force yourself to take it all in on your own, because I couldn’t do that. If you feel that you can not keep on running, I want you to relax your shoulders, take a deep breath, and look beside you. There are comrades that will lend you a hand. I think that’s all I can say. And then, just do the things you want to, do the things you think are fun while running towards your own envision of an idol. If you don’t forget to have gratitude towards lots of people who will support you, I believe a great scenery and a great world awaits. I said this in the beginning too but if you have the vividness and power that is Kansai Jr’s tradition, which is also the Kansai Jr color I like, everything will be okay.

Then, do you have personal goals?

I want to try holding a late night radio. Until now, I was partly trying to appear tough. The off mode Nishihata that I was only able to show members and family till now, I think it might now be the time to show/bring that out. The gap is insane (laughs). But if it is now, I think it would be nice to show sides of myself that I couldn’t show before. Only on late night radio without video though.

You may just be trying to appear tough but what do you think is the reason why you could work this hard for Kansai Jrs?

There are a lot of reasons but after all, I didn’t want to lose the Kansai Jr community that I love. At first, I was unwillingly there but I think it’s because I came to like being an idol. Idols can become power for someone’s something. All jobs in this world eventually cause someone’s happiness and smile. Within them, we idols are a little unique. What we do directly reaches people and causes them to smile. I believe everyone’s smiles have been our driving force for that day and for right now as well.

Lastly, a message to fans.

11 years counting from Jr, the reason why I am here right now is really thanks to the many fans that have supported me. People who are currently fans and people who used to be fans even for just a short while, all those people brought me and Naniwa Danshi to this point. Even with just one less person, even if one short moment of support lacked, we could not have reached this scenery. I will keep running with gratitude in my heart.

What kind of scenery will Naniwa Danshi show us from now on?

As much new scenery as possible. But as important as the place we reach, it is who we want to see it with. So, I want the 7 of us to walk at our own pace with matching strides. To achieve that, it’s alright to sometimes slow down our speed. And not just the 7 of us but I also want to match the pace and strides with Nanifams as well. To walk altogether and to accumulate the time spent together. I want to treasure that above everything else and move towards new sceneries.

The End.

Translation: @nin248nd & @nishihatas

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