#i had kind of an eh feeling about this album already just from the start because of how it was pitched as midnights from across her life
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just a v e r y rough tl of lxl honeymoon 2: collab boogaloo
be sure to check out the anime (which hails from the ultimate box of the album) if you're able to!!! and support the official release!!!
all screenshots in here are from the trailer btw
Aizo: Hi Julieta! I’m Aizo!
Yujiro: Hello Julieta, I’m Yujiro.
Aizo: Today, the two of us, LIPxLIP, are on a trip.
Yujiro: We’ve come to Izumo as a reward for completing our album.
Aizo: We’ll be sharing a little glimpse of today’s trip with you guys, so enjoy!
Yujiro: We’ve been here since yesterday, but let’s start off with our wake up call!
Aizo: You’re showing them that?!
Yujiro: Good morning, everyone. It’s 6am. It’s still too early to have breakfast, but I’m going to show you Aizo’s sleeping face.
Yujiro: He sure is asleep, hm?
Yujiro: He’s drooling.
Yujiro: Aizo, you’ll be late. You’ll be late, you know?
Aizo: Eh? What?
Yujiro: It’s already 9 o’clock, hurry! Get up!
Aizo: Ah? It’s 9?
Yujiro: You’ll be late for work!
Aizo: Why’re you filming me?! You’re lying for sure! Stop it!
Yujiro: [laughs] And that, Julieta, was Aizo’s sleeping face!
Aizo: And here we are at the breakfast table. We’re about to have our breakfast.
Yujiro: Aizo has woken up too.
Aizo: Wow, Yujiro, you’re having Japanese food as expected, huh? Ooh, isn’t that Izumo Soba?
Yujiro: And you, Aizo, are having Western food as expected… Wait, what the heck? You’re having pasta first thing in the morning?
Aizo: I just felt like having it today. Even you feel like having Western food in the morning sometimes, don’t you?
Yujiro: I guess so. I wouldn’t eat pasta in the morning, though.
Aizo: I’m sure the Julieta watching this will be like “I just knew Yujiro’d be eating Japanese food and Aizo’d be having Western food”, huh?
Yujiro: Maybe they will. We do give off those impressions, don’t we? Just like how we’d have either coffee or cocoa respectively.
Aizo: I got it. Wanna change the impressions we give off by trading our breakfast meals?
Yujiro: I don’t wanna. I want to eat my soba.
Aizo: Yeah, yeah.
Yujiro: Julieta, which do you prefer? Western food? Japanese food? Tell us, okay?
Aizo: Yum!
Aizo: We don’t usually shoot vids all by ourselves, huh?
Yujiro: Though you say “usually”, this is the first time we’ve done it, right? The staff always tag along with us.
Aizo: They plan all kinds of programmes for us too, right? Yeah. So, where do we go now?
Yujiro: Ehh, I don’t know. You decide, Aizo.
Aizo: Me? You decide, Yujiro. I dunno where to go either.
Yujiro: You decide, Aizo.
Aizo: Eh?! You’re kidding! Hmm… I can’t think of anything.
Yujiro: Planning ahead sure is important, isn’t it?
Aizo: Yeah. Let’s just walk around for now.
Yujiro: And so, we’re now at the footbaths!
Aizo: Phew, it’s hot in here!
Yujiro: We came here too last time, didn’t we?
Aizo: Yeah, back during our live tour, right?
Yujiro: Oh right, Aizo, how do you feel about the release of our second album?
Aizo: Of course I’m happy ‘bout it. I mean, releasing even just one album’s already pretty amazing.
Yujiro: Yup. The fact that we’re able to release a second album is all thanks to our Julieta, right?
Aizo: Yeah. We’ve gotta try even harder to meet their expectations, huh? How do you feel about the album, Yujiro?
Yujiro: I guess I feel differently about it than I did about our first album.
Aizo: Eh? How so?
Yujiro: I feel as though I wouldn’t have been able to do it alone. It’s all thanks to the support and expectations of our Julieta that we’re able to stand on stage. And, as that stage grows bigger and bigger, I get the feeling that I wouldn’t have been able to respond to the size of the stage all by myself.
Aizo: Yeah, I feel the same way. I’ve had thoughts like “Why are there 2 guys in LIPxLIP? I could do it by myself.” before. But this has made me realise once again that going at it alone would just mean halving our power.
Yujiro: We’re able to develop better together as a pair than we would have on our own. I'd say that we’re indispensable to each other for sure.
Aizo: Yeah, we are. Plus, things would sure get boring without a rival around, huh?
Yujiro: Yup. Aizo, the friendly rivalry between you and me… Wait a sec! This is going to be a bonus video! Isn’t this conversation getting embarrassing?!
Aizo: Yeah, it is. But isn’t it fine for us to talk about our true feelings when the two of us are on a trip together?
Yujiro: I guess so. We’re alone on this trip together, after all.
Aizo: Yeah. Aight then, let’s end this off with a word of thanks to our Julieta.
Yujiro: Thank you for getting our second album, Julieta.
Aizo: Thanks, Julieta.
Yujiro: This album is packed with our thoughts and feelings. It'll make us happy if you listen to it many times over.
Aizo: You’ll listen to it, won’t ya? We’re going to keep growing from here on out, so follow our progress, yeah?
Yujiro: Follow us, okay?
Aizo: Till we meet again, Julieta!
Yujiro: Bye bye Julieta. See you around.
Aizo: See ya!
#no im not subbing the anime i dont have windows movie maker anymore :(#but hmmmm ig this can be used as a very rough reference for those of y'all who have the anime but can't understand what they're saying?#may delete this post later idk that's future me's problem#some lines are prettyyyyyy iffy bc 1: my ears are complete and utter rubbish#and 2: i was relying heavily on autocaptions for this to compensate for 1 and it messed up on occasion#and ofc 3: some overcompensation was done in an attempt to make the lines flow decently sooooooooooo~~~~~~~~#in any case thank you autocaptions for making this possible. genuinely couldn't have done it without you#fingers crossed that a better tl will manifest someday~~~~~~#ok that's enough lxl for one week gnnnnnnnnnn#染BODY ONCE TOLD ME—#lxl tl things
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OOR 2004 - Nr 19 - Rammstein interview
Rammstein <The claim that Germans have no humor is outdated>
Three years after Mutter, Rammstein comes on Reise, Reise with a more human sound. Guitarist Richard Kruspe explains why openly laughing is allowed.
by Mark van Schaick
Has Rammstein gone soft with Reise, Reise? Not exactly, given the criticism of first single Mein Teil and its accompanying video clip. But the Berlin group has certainly changed. Look at those photos. The militaristic and post-apocalyptic poses have made way for a more droll image. They shot a few more series: at the edge of a swimming pool, on the beach, in the sauna and in a bullfighting arena. And listen to Amerika, and Amore, and the title track of Reise, Reise. They are accessible and catchy tracks with a double meaning. Mein Teil is also more than just the story of the German cannibal and his victim (see 'Mein Teil'). Richard Kruspe (37) calls it self-awareness. In 2004, Rammstein dares to distance itself from itself.
Los is Kruspe's favorite new song. It is also the clearest proof that Reise, Reise is a different album than Sehnsucht (1997) and Mutter (2001). Kruspe already wrote it for Mutter, but it remained on the shelf until they decided to play the riff acoustically. "It's not what you'd expect from a German band, especially this German band. It's a simple, AC/DC-like riff, which when played acoustically gives it a bluesy feel. It's unlike anything we've had before done,” says Kruspe. And yet Rammstein, unmistakable.
"We decided that a few things had to be different when making this album. For me personally, this first of all meant that we had to work less tensely. Previously, the aggression in the music was paramount and the mutual friction in the band was also an important factor in the recording process. This time we consciously tried to leave the egos at the door. To give each other some space. And I think that is why this album sounds a bit more human than its predecessors. We used fewer machines, that was also a goal in itself. The live feeling had to be included. No more having to figure out our own songs afterwards because we had been cutting and pasting too much.
We used to be more at each other's throats because... everyone had their hang-ups and because in a band of six people you simply have clashing characters. Rammstein has no leader. All six of us are equal and this means that each individual fights for his place and sometimes there are endless discussions. That causes problems. In fact, it can lead to major crises. At the time of Mutter I had very clear ideas about what the music should and should not sound like. I was quite rigid about that, but fortunately at a certain point I realized that I had to let go and see the whole picture - a dynamic group of six people. It was a particularly intense period during which I finally decided to live in New York. I literally had to distance myself."
Kruspe was not the only one who struggled with his place within the democratic whole that is Rammstein. Each band member has chosen a form of self-therapy.
"It's quite something, of course. Over the years you get a certain vision of your work and your music, which does not necessarily correspond to that of the five others. Just deal with that. When I once started the project - because Rammstein was a project, I didn't have a permanent band in mind - my starting point was that I wanted to work with equal musicians. Everyone had the same input. That's how it stayed and gradually no one ever let themselves be ordered by someone else. But eh...Between people, there is always some kind of chemistry. Men, women, it doesn't matter. With the six of us, that chemistry is quite explosive."
This means that Rammstein is standing at the mixing desk in the studio. "Yes! More bass! More guitar! More drums! That's really how it goes. That's why we have to have a producer [for Reise, Reise it was just like on the previous studio albums Jacob Hellner]. He gets twenty, thirty percent more from the songs. And otherwise the work would never be finished. What we do notice, now, after ten years, is that some of us have become less fanatical. Not everyone has an opinion about every aspect of the music. That's not possible either. But to admit that you have to turn off your ego. Anyway, that's happened now. For the new album we wrote more as a band. That's different than before and that's important, because when you write as a band, you can discussions are easier."
Kruspe does not discuss the lyrics: "Till actually writes poems, not lyrics. Sometimes they fit, sometimes they don't. That's simple. Some of his poems have nothing to do with my feelings, but have such a strong story that I can completely agree with it. It helps that I have known Till for about eighteen years. I know where a text like Stein Um Stein comes from. A man who bricks up his wife because he doesn't want to lose her. The biggest problem for a person is letting go. That even plays a role in Mein Teil. Giving things away, giving up, distancing yourself. Very difficult. A theme like that means that I can identify with that text. That's enough."
So Rammstein was initially a project. Kruspe once shared an apartment with Oliver Riedel (bass) and Christoph Schneider (drums). Together they started developing musical ideas, without even an inkling of worldwide success. Second guitarist Paul Landers (real name: Henry Hirsch 1)), singer Till Lindemann and keyboardist Christian 'Flake' Lorenz joined them later; the latter only under the necessary pressure.
Kruspe: "With Mutter, Rammstein has made a big leap, especially in Europe. We have become a stadium band. But we never thought about any success whatsoever. It started with an idea. We wanted to try everything. Success or no success, great become or stay small, that didn't occur to us. A band has its own dynamic, you can't plan that. When we got success that was nice, but what do you do with it? A person has to follow his intuition. Even if after ten years you are no longer as free as when you started, but you still have to try to continue working from a certain naivety. Switch back to the time when you were uninhibited about your music. It was Picasso who said later in life that he had spent his entire life going back to painting like a child again. That's it: learn everything and forget it again. We try and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Of course you can't take it too literally, because you grow as a person and you become always influenced by new things. But it's a good starting point."
That said, Rammstein isn't enough to fully satisfy any of the members' creativity. Kruspe doesn't want to limit himself, so he puts some of the music he writes aside for other projects. "New York helps me with that. When I'm there, I'm not so on top of Rammstein. And that makes it easier for me to write and play. In a way, I've already put this album behind me and am working on new ideas. I'm working on it now with... I can't say too much about it. Not a band, but a nice project that will interest people."
Second single from Reise, Reise is Amerika, with the irresistibly cheerful chorus 'We're all living in Amerika, Amerika ist wunderbar' (later on it becomes 'We're all living in Amerika, Coca-Cola, Wonderbra').
"The claim that Germans have no humor is outdated. Germany has become self-conscious in the last ten years - and humor comes when one develops self-awareness. America comes directly from our band humor. It is not a political statement, we don't do that.
I believe that everything in life should be in balance. You don't eat the whole cake, a slice is enough. A look at America shows us that there is a lot of imbalance there. America controls the entire world and that's a bit much. But it is not a black and white story. It also depends on the people themselves, in the US and abroad. I remember the first time I drank Coca-Cola. Man, that was cool. It tasted good, it felt good, the marketing of that brand worked perfectly for me. That's nice, isn't it? It's just done well. Now I know how much sugar is in it, how bad it is for you. I make a choice. Anyone can do that. Coca-Cola, Hollywood... It doesn't take much effort to look beyond that."
Rammstein broke through in America with Sehnsucht. David Lynch used the group in his film Lost Highway and a Lollapalooza tour did the rest. Kruspe: "I think that the theme and visualization of Sehnsucht came at exactly the right time for many American young people. However, in America everything moves very quickly. You can suddenly be successful, but also quickly forgotten. An American band must therefore tour endlessly, visit radio shows, make noise. As a German band, this is impossible, because you already put a lot of energy into your own country and Europe. When we toured for Mutter, we noticed that we simply no longer had the strength to tell the whole story again in America. Plus, after September 11, 2001, America took a much more cautious stance towards foreign groups. Patriotism was rampant, even when it came to pop music. Now it could be possible again. Rammstein has a certain cult status Rammstein is cool, you know. And in Germany it helps if you prove yourself in the US. They then look at you differently. America remains the largest music market; if you are big in Europe, then you want to go there. Not for the music itself. Interesting trends and developments no longer come from the States."
At the time of their first album Herzeleid (1995), Rammstein was a band from 'the former East Berlin'. Nowadays those words have little value. Kruspe has seen Berlin change. "West Berlin was another world. The capital of darkness. A dark, depressive atmosphere. When I ended up there, I didn't feel at ease at all. [Kruspe fled via Hungary and Austria shortly before the fall of the wall from east to west.] Yes, West Berlin was essentially worse than East Berlin. Now you can also find a lot of cheerfulness in the city. East and west have drawn together and that gloomy thing that David Bowie, Iggy Pop and Nick Cave looked for on purpose that is largely a thing of the past."
"I am someone who feels at home somewhere quite quickly. Not in the sense of family or friends, but in a general sense. In New York it is easy to meet people, but it is very difficult to make friends. The city has so much energy, which I don't feel in Berlin. In New York, capital of the world, you want to go outside and feel part of something bigger, of a whole. In your apartment you feel lonely. In Berlin, capital of Germany, it is the other way around. There you feel lonely when you walk on the street and it's nice to be at home. Now I still fly back and forth. A month here, a month there, so I can't say that I feel completely at home in New York. I am someone who tries to live intuitively. I went from the countryside to the Berlin suburbs, then to Berlin itself, now to New York... I am a wanderer. After 25 years in and around Berlin 2), I also felt the call of other places ."
Back to Los for a moment. What sets that song apart from the rest of Rammstein's repertoire is the primal feeling that emanates from that acoustic riff. No associations with drinking and sailor songs, but American roots. Yet Kruspe says: "I have never been a fan of American rock culture. I liked English hard rock much more than American hard rock. Only with bands like Faith No MOre and 24-7 Spyz did I start listening to Americans. Metal in itself bored me. The aggression of Metallica, for example, did appeal to me, but I went more for the melodies of Judas Priest. What Americans I like now? Queens or The Stone Age. Dave Grohl. But I listen more to the latest Killing Joke or The Cure.
My own guitar sound remains very metal. Why? Well, why do men prefer to ride a Harley... A metal guitar wall is the nicest thing there is. It makes me lose my inner aggression. But you won't see me fiddling around for hours on all kinds of guitar runs, I find that really annoying. I once studied guitar for a year or two to get better, but don't ask me about my guitar heroes. I find Depeche Mode's Martin Gore infinitely more inspiring than any guitarist."
Reise, Reise will be released on September 27. Rammstein will play in Ahoy, Rotterdam on November 4 and 5.
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Mein Teil
“They've got a sense of humor, those guys from Rammstein,” says Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys as he points to the fork and knife on the cover of Mein Teil (My Member), the first single from the album Reise Reise . The Pet Shop Boys made two remixes of the song at the request of the Germans. The illustration may seem funny, but the song - a hard and melodic song by Rammstein standards - is a serious tribute to the German cannibal and his dinner companion from a few years ago. Two decent middle-aged gentlemen - one hungry for man meat, the other offering himself as a meal - find each other on the internet. After some emails back and forth, they decide to make their lifelong dream come true. Before one goes into the freezer, they cut off the member of one together, fry it in oil and garlic and eat it. And that is true love, says Rammstein. That's why they call Mein Teil a love song.
Unlike the sinister duo, Rammstein and the Pet Shop Boys did not meet in cyberspace, but through a mutual acquaintance, German composer Torsten Rasch. Tennant: "We were impressed by Mein Herz Brennt, the song cycle that Rasch based on songs by Rammstein. That's why we recently asked him to make some film music with us." The Pet Shop Boys had been fans of the Berlin six-piece for years. Their conversations with the composer, who is friends with members of Rammstein, showed a mutual appreciation. "At one point Rasch suggested that we edit a Rammstein track," says Neil Tennant. That track became Mein Teil.
The synth duo has upped the tempo of the Wagnerian track, replacing Schneider's monumental drum parts with energetic techno beats. The Fassbinder soundtrack-like voices of sirens and the sounds of knife sharpening have made them even more prominent than in the original version. You can't call the remixes scary, but they clearly reflect what the eaten German probably heard in his head, thanks to all the antifreeze, schnapps and sleeping tablets he took to undergo the bizarre act.
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Sea shanties & Drinking buddies
Schlagers, Rammstein, Reise, Reise
Of course there is no doubt that you are hearing Rammstein when you put on Reise, Reise. But where Sehnsucht and Mutter aimed directly at the metal and industrial audience with their ever-increasing bombast, the human element is given more space on this fourth studio album. That means fewer computers and electronics; a more traditional approach, if you will. Some songs are kept smaller than you are used to. Los even floats on an acoustic guitar riff and the concept of 'rest' no longer only serves the threat and dynamics. And even though the riffs in the heavy tracks like Mein Teil or Keine Lust ('Mir ist kalt'), Stein um Stein or Morgenstern are again sky-high and recorded fabulously (regular producer Jacob Hellner and mixer Stefan Glaumann), Reise, Reise can appeal to a broader audience than its predecessors. The choruses of Morgenstern and the title track are a hit with anyone with a bit of sailor's blood in their veins and that of America is perfect for drunkards who are not afraid to declaim trodden social-critical observations. Back to back with America is Moskau, which shows Rammstein at his most festive. On Mutter the ballad (Nebel) closed the album. On Reise, Reise the point of rest comes earlier: Ohne Dich, a song as gray as a drizzly November morning. That song is followed by 'love song' Amore, which is also played largely subdued and which refers to the theme of Mein Teil. In summary: no big surprises, enough variety, a solid new Rammstein.
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1) Article really says 'Henry Hirsch', we know it is 'Heiko Hiersche'
2) i'm not sure if Richard means this literal, because 25 years at this point would mean that he was in Berlin from age 12, and i don't think that was the case, but maybe he means it more broadly
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List of other Rammstein OOR interviews
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So you wanna get into NCT, eh?
Part 2 - NCT 127 - Introduction and MVs
I promised I would do more of this and the holidays are done and today is the first of the year so that seems like a great time to get to it!
Tumblr has a 10 video limit so I'll actually make a second 127 post tomorrow(?) with some more MVs, but these are my personal picks for 10 most crucial 127 MVs so that's what we're starting with.
I mentioned in my intro post to NCT that NCT 127 debuted in July 2016, on the 7th, after the larger whole group of NCT had debuted in April of that year. 127 is the longitude of Seoul, and with the original intent of NCT to have a multitude of subgroups focused on different parts of the world, 127 were established as the first of these groups with a focus on Seoul and South Korea.
NCT 127 debuted with seven members:
Taeil, Taeyong, Yuta
Jaehyun, Winwin
Mark, Haechan
In December of 2016, two ungrouped, already debuted members of NCT were added to 127, Johnny and Doyoung, and then the final member, Jungwoo, was added in September of 2018 after he joined NCT earlier that year.
Johnny, Doyoung, Jungwoo
(All pictures taken from the NCT official Facebook page from the Golden Era promo posts, so these photos are all from summer 2023 and I'll use the same set of photos for the other subgroup posts to be consistent)
If you're interested in putting in the effort to learn the members and looking at this single set of photos isn't going to get you there (how could it?) my pro tip for learning kpop group members for ANY group is to pull off a split screen or makeshift split screen and make use of the many many fan-made lyric videos on Youtube. If you have a computer, have two windows open on Youtube with one having the official MV and the other a lyric video (you can find these by typing in the group name, song name, and "lyric video" and trust me, you'll find plenty). Mute one, compare the video lengths, then time them to coincide- the lyric videos will typically light up a picture of the member singing as well as have their name at the bottom of the video with the lyrics, so you can have a constant guide to who is singing what throughout. Makeshift split screening can be done by watching the MV on your TV while watching the lyric video on your phone at the same time. I've done both of these and it's helped me a lot!
Okay, back to 127 members specifically- despite the focus on Seoul, 127 is an international group member-wise, with Winwin coming from China, Yuta being the first SM artist to come from Japan, and members Mark coming from Canada and Johnny from America. Jaehyun also lived in America for four years growing up, so they started out with a pretty solid English speaking base.
They debuted with Fire Truck (소방차) in July 2006 as we've already covered, and their first EP which was just titled NCT #127 - The First Mini Album. They've released a whole pile of albums, mini albums, various singles, special releases, and several Japanese albums over the years so there's quite a big pile of songs and material to go through.
Now a factual, historical way to get into discussing them here would be to list songs in order of how they were released and talk about how successful songs and albums were and etc, but I don't really feel like doing things that way so I'm just going to follow my heart and list them in the way that feels right to me to talk about them. These posts are a formalized version of the spam of messages that friends of mine have gotten when they dare tell me they want to get into a kpop group, so I'm going to follow more of that kind of format where I'm going to post the songs that I think will hook you with only a few bits of info between most of them so you can just get into the music. If you really want info about album successes and statistics, Wikipedia and other websites have got you. I got you for the music videos and fun facts instead.
HERE WE GO.
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Kick It (Mar 4, 2020) reigns supreme as NCT 127's most viewed song on Youtube, and is one of NCT's top viewed MVs overall out of all releases. This song has a grip on everyone after almost 4 years and it's not letting go anytime soon. They've performed it live at all kinds of big awards shows and music festivals and still do, including a few days ago at the big SBS Gayo Daejeon festival, and Taeyong is famous for complaining about his older sister watching one of their award show performances and him discovering later that all the screenshots she took were of shirtless Johnny and none of him or anyone else dancing or singing.
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Listen, I wasn't going to include songs I put in the intro post, but Fact Check (Oct 6, 2023) made it into my top 5 Spotify songs of the year in barely over a month so like I had to include it anyway, and I figure some people will see this post first without seeing that one or whatever. This song feels triumphant and bombastic and the number of times I've blasted this while cruising down the highway recently is HIGH so you get it again. A fun fact I didn't include in the other post is that Taeyong did some of the choreography for the song, so uhhh yeah that can justify me posting it again I guess.
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Ahhh Superhuman, my criminally underrated beloved. I'm constantly waffling on what my favourite NCT 127 track is, but Superhuman is definitely one of the top contenders. It's such a gem and I managed to miss it when it originally came out since I wasn't super into NCT yet at the time, which is a shame since it came out the day after my birthday (May 24, 2019) so it was a birthday gift I didn't even realise I was getting. The MVs always cover a decent amount of the choreo up with other things happening but it has some of my absolute FAVOURITE choreo that 127 has ever done which thankfully someone preserved the dance practice video of so you can appreciate it fully. Stellar song, stellar vibes, stellar choreo, it's perfect, thank you.
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If you're newer to kpop and you haven't learned about repackage albums yet, it's something that happens where a second version of an album will be released usually a month or two after the initial release. A few songs will be added, a new lead single MV will be released, and a new theme will go with the whole thing. Punch (May 19, 2020) was the new lead single on the repackage for the album that Kick It was the lead single off of (Neo Zone) and is one of the many NCT 127 songs that a lot of people have lumped into being so-called "noise music" since it has some less traditional sounds with the electronic, synthy bits in it but it's honestly amazing with layered sounds and textures and very much worth taking the time to give it the chance it deserves.
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The benefit of coming to a post like this instead of only listening to released albums is you get the overlooked masterpieces like Save (June 4 2021) thrown at you! Save was a special collab with Amoeba Culture, an independent record label in South Korea, so it didn't get regular promotion and it's not on any of 127's albums but it is SO CATCHY and such a treat. It's got heavy dance beats and it's so hard to not move while listening to it. I DARE YOU TO TRY.
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Cherry Bomb (Jun 14, 2017) is close behind Kick It as 127's second most viewed MV and is an absolute classic from the song itself to the iconic choreo. You'll understand why the choreo is iconic after you watch it, trust me. They've ripped a lot of pants for this song over the years. Mark has an epic rap break, Winwin was still around, Taeil hangs from a giant hook in the middle of a warehouse, Johnny gets dragged around on a couch, there's a lot going on.
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Simon Says (Nov 22, 2018) is another repackage album song (from the repackage of Regular-Irregular, Regulate) and is from the brief, sweet spot where 127 had all ten members active, making it one of only two MVs with everyone before Winwin debuted as part of WayV and became inactive in 127. Haechan and Taeil always crush high notes but something about their section that starts with Haechan at 2:53 and has Taeil right at 3:00 always gives me goosebumps.
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The original version of Highway to Heaven was released on the Superhuman album, but the English version got an MV (Jul 22, 2019) so that's the one you're getting here. Just 127 playing around in the American desert with a sparkly jangly feel good song with immaculate vibes, what more could you want?
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Limitless (Jan 4, 2017) has some truly tragic hair and was one of the worst eras for 127's hair health, and this MV is a really weird assortment of incredibly random nonsense (what is even GOING ON in this entire video) but the song itself is another one of my favourites so I usually just try to pretend the MVs don't exist (yeah there's multiple) and appreciate the song itself for what it is and try to forget Mark's ramen hair and Winwin's dreads (that I think are mainly only in the second MV) and Jaehyun's icicle hair and whatever it was that they did to Taeyong.
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READY TO GET DIVISIVE? Either you're going to love Sticker (Sep 16, 2021) or hate Sticker, there is no middle ground. This song SPLIT the fandom and general public, but according to Wikipedia, the album sold "a combined 3.58 million copies [and] broke the record for the best-selling album of all time by an act under SM Entertainment and earned the group the Daesang award at the 31st Seoul Music Awards". Internationally, it "debuted at number three on the Billboard 200, becoming the longest and highest-charting K-pop album in the US in 2021", so obviously some people loved it (it's me, I'm people). This is peak 127 being weird and experimental and there's viral memes of the boys reacting to the demo of the song before recording their version of it that are hilarious. I think it's great. You might not. That's okay.
Okay that's the 10 song limit so you'll have to come back for more MVs hopefully tomorrow. The next post is going to include some more divisive stuff, some softer things, and some Japanese releases so stick around for that! (haha get it, stick around, since I just posted Sticker, see what I did there?)
This post is the second in a series of posts introducing new fans to NCT in a way that makes sense, by getting familiar with one subgroup at a time before moving on to the next. Linked down at the bottom is the intro post, and the rest will be linked as they're added.
Still to come about 127? More MVs, then a guide to some of the fun stuff like their extra content they post on Youtube, before we move on to NCT Dream!
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The Freedom of Expression Vol:13 - Looking back at the 25th Anniversary tour.
*As soon as the wait screen appears, the sound of the director instructing Kaoru about the plan for the free half and the paid half can be heard. A few comments pop up saying, "We can hear you" etc, and the mics are promptly turned off until the official start time😅*
K: Hi, and welcome to The Freedom of Expression live on our Niconama channel. Im Kaoru from Dir en grey.
J: Im Joe Yokomizo.
T: And Im Tasai from Tokyo Sports.
*applause*
K: Its been a while since we were here.
J: This studio? It has, yeh. Is this where we did the Christmas tree last year?
K: Was that last year? Yeh, last year.
J: Was it this year?
T: It was last year, wasn't it? Eh?! Was that last year??
K: Eh? haha
J: It was last year, right?
T: Yeh, yeh. It was last year.
J: Since covid though, don't you feel like its kinda hard to know what happened when over these last two years? Don't you like, lose a sense of it? Or is that just me getting old?
K: Hm, Im not sure.
J: We did do the tree here though, right?
K: Yeah, we did. And we made that cake.
J: We did!
T: Oh, yes.
K: And we made Takoyaki. It makes me think we are gonna eat whenever I come here. And we had all the Umaibos!
J: Was it here where we went up to the roof at New Year?
K: Oh, what was it?...Bubbles, and stuff.
J: Was that here?
K: Yeah, I think it was.
T: *reading comments* One year since the cake, that black cake.
K: *notices the comments* Eh?! It looks like umaibo. (*there is a kind of wierd graphic in the comments*)
J: Woah. How do they do that? People are so creative. Ahh, the cake of darkness, yeh.
T: That tasted good.
J: Ah, memories, memories. Well, anyway, today we dont have any cake, or Christmas activities, but more importantly, Kaoru, congratulations on completing the 25th anniversary tour!
*applause*
K: Thank you.
J: So, the tour is now finished, after starting on October 25th and continuing nationwide. And you did one extra show on Dec 16th, with audience cheering allowed! I wonder if anyone who went to that show is watching now? I think a lot of the people watching us today will have gone to at least one show during the tour...Oh, whats that? Kaoru's mic is hitting his necklace?
*Kaoru fixes his mic*
T: (*reading comments*) "Thank you for coming to Tokorozawa!"
J: Ah, "I went to Shinjuku". That has become a legendary performance.
T: "It was so much fun!"
J: "At last, I could use my voice!" Ahh, keep sending in your comments. Oh, so by the way, the theme of this live broadcast is 'Tour 22: From Depression to____ After-Talk Special'!
*applause*
J: Ahh, "I couldn't get tickets to Shinjuku", "I went to Sendai", "I went to Osaka and Amagasaki". Ok, so Leader, the tour is over, but first just give us a quick word on your feelings about it.
K: Well, hmm, a lot of people came, so I'm really thankful to everyone who did.
J: I see. Tasai, what would you like to ask?
T: Well, I went to Haneda. It was quite a different feeling there. It looked like you guys were having a lot of fun on stage, but how was it really for you?
K: Well...I'm gonna get a bit serious here, haha...Uh, well, normally we'd release an album, and do a tour, and the songs would be all kinda new, right? So as we do the tour, we'd be kinda gradually chasing the songs up to a higher level as we play them. But this time, we've already done all there is to do with these songs...It might sound strange to say it, but there is nothing higher to achieve with them. Plus, parts of them are ingrained in us, so we know exactly how they will flow out.
J: You mean, you've perfected them live?
K: Yeah, so it wasn't really a case of 'How is this tour going to go?', but rather, 'How can we make each day exciting?'. So, that was actually quite difficult, haha.
T: Ah, like retaining your motivation?
K: Yeh, or like trying to decide which parts we need to spice up on each day, and stuff. It wouldn't be very exciting if we just played the songs the same old way as usual. I mean, even for us too. So we kinda fumbled along, trying to make each day of the tour exciting.
J: I see, so if you have a new album out, your big goal is to perfect the songs live, but with these songs that you already know so well, you had to kind of set yourself new objectives, or missions for each day of the tour?
K: Yes. It also reminded me of my past self, well, in my playing style too, but also in my movements and stuff. It was almost as if my past self was trying to emerge, I remembered how I used to be on stage. It felt too different from my current self, and I didn't really want to go there. That was hard for me.
J: Well, a live show is a bit like a documentary of current times, so in that sense, you didn't want to fall back into your old habits?
K: You could say that, for me. It was difficult anyway.
T: What exactly do you mean by your past self emerging?
K: Well, it could be anything. When I'm playing a song, the feelings I had in the past emerge in my body, you know? I mean, I don't know if thats actually how I really was, but, you know?
J: It happens spontaneously, right?
K: Also, we had a bit of leeway with them this time, right?
J: Ah, yeh, because they are not new songs?
K: So, I ended up feeling like I need to do something different with them. I could simply just play them as they were, but I did end up feeling like I need to do something with them. I had this kind of ongoing internal conflict in my head..'You don't need to change it, its fine', and 'Oh, you need to do something with this!'.
J: Were there any parts of the tour where you really tried to challenge yourself with the old material?
K: Well, no, in that sense we put a group of recent songs in the middle of each set, then we put in the new 'ain't' after those. That was the part where we could challenge our current selves. So thats what we considered while making the rest of each setlist.
J: I see. Someone asked, "How do you feel about the re-recorded versions?" Everyone is sending a lot of enthusiastic questions. But, I was gonna say, a live show happens in the moment, right? So you must have had a lot of incidents ocurring on tour, like in the dressing rooms, or in transit etc? Can you tell us about anything that happened during this tour?
K: Now? Incidents?(*thinks*)
J: Yeah, backstage gossip. We wanna hear about it.
K: Well, at Haneda, my amp broke.
T: Which day at Haneda??
K: Day 1, during the rehearsal before the main show. (*To his manager off camera*) It was day 1 wasn't it? Yeah. So we had an emergency substitute brought in. Oh, no, actually on that day we just used a back up one that we already had, but we got a proper substitute in for the following day. I still havn't got mine back yet.
J: Oh, its still being repaired?
K: Yeah.
J: ???
K: Well, the staff did their best.
J: Ahh, I see. Well, this kind of thing can happen on tour.
T: What about food? Did you eat anything nice?
K: Well, we went to Hokkaido at long last. I ate some nice things in Hokkaido. Well, there is good food everywhere though.
J: Well yeah. What did you eat in Hokkaido?
K: Seafood...Uh, I had Shirako ponzu (*cod milt/sperm with ponzu sauce*)
J: Ahhhh, I wanna eat that!!
K: Hahaha
J: I couldn't go to any of the regional dates, I wanted to go to Osaka though.
K: They don't call it shirako in Hokkaido though, do they? What do they call it again? Tachi?
J: So like 'tachi ponzu'?
K: Tachipon.
J: Ahh, did you have sake with it?
K: No, I had a highball. Haha
J: You always drink highballs!
T: Thats the type of thing that would come up in a Kaoru quiz.
J: Oh, will it?
T: Yeah, you have to remember this.
K: For another time, right? haha.
J: Yes, for another time. Thats the keyword to remember with Tachipon. Oh, look, some people are saying they went to Hokkaido. Well, we'll talk more about those details later, but for now the director is telling us to move to the next page.
(*They all pick up thier notes and turn the page*)
J: Ok, just notifications to read out. Uh, on this show we really, really welcome lots of comments and messages. Suppport, thoughts, feelings about the show, anything is ok, so please send them in. Twitter users can use the hashtag TFOE. The first part of this show is free for anyone to watch, but the second part is for channel members only. As a member, you can watch the live broadcasts in the archives for one year, and there are also members only videos for you to see, so please everyone...can you see the link at the top of your screen? Leader, point to it. Thank you. Everyone, please use this link to become a member and stay with us to the end. Ok, so for this 25th Anniversary Tour After-Talk Special, here is our first corner. "Ego-surfing for reports of the tour!"
T: Lets do it!
J: We did this once when the album was released, right?
K: Yeah
J: Well we are going to do another forbidden search, now that the tour is over. Its scary, right?! Searching for yourself online. Eh, someone said "Aghhh, don't do it!" No, we will do this live. Tasai is currently searching on the PC, but this same Tasai has an injured foot.
T: Haha, sorry.
J: What happened? Show us.
(*Tasai lifts up a bandaged foot*)
T: Its embarrassing, haha.
J: What happened?
T: I fell over.
J: Where?
T: In front of my office.
J: Ehhh?! Were you drunk?!
T: No I was just setting off for home like normal, and there was a pothole in the road. My foot got caught in it and I fell over sideways.
J: Honestly though, Leader, don't you think Tasai has gotten bigger? I think he has.
K: Well, he looks big.
T: Oh dear, thats not good. What should I do?
J: Whats your weight?
T: About 100kg.
J: I bet it is, that sounds about right. You fall in a hole with that much weight, this is what happens! How embarrassing.
K: (*Laughing at Joe*) How embarrassing? Hahaha
J: Look, someone said, "I want to nurse him"
T: Thank you.
J: There are people like that out there! When you get guys like me laughing at your pain and embarrassment, there are still people out there who want to nurse you. Haha, someone said, "He's getting plump" haha, "Tasai is becoming a Titan". Oh, ok yes, lets do some ego-sufing.
T: (*Reading tweets*) Ok, whats this one..."ワシら(wasihra/us)"
K: Thats my tweet, haha.
T: Hahaha
J: The first one you chose, and its Kaoru's?? Oh, right, Im being told to explain the hashtag. Right, yes. So what we are doing is searching on Twitter for tweets about the tour. We want to see the reports from people who went to see the lives. We are searching using the tag DIRENGREY25th, so if you havn't already tweeted your thoughts, do it now with this tag, and the injured Tasai may just pick up your comment.
K: These tweets go right back to the start of the tour.
J: There's so many, its hard to choose, right?
K: Should I do the scrolling (*takes over*)
J: Poor Tasai with his foot, he can't move much.
T: Haha
J: Well, if you remember when we did this with Phalaris, even if you write something now, it might still get seen.
K: (*Reading a tweet*) "There were a load of songs from Vulagar and Withering to Death, it was a great setlist. I wish they had played The Final and Obscure though".
J: Ahhh
K: Ahh, we didn't play those two on this day. We did on other days, just not this day.
J: I see, yeh. It depends on the day. Well, later we will talk more about how every single day was different, the director is telling me.
K: Haha, they weren't that different from each other. They were only a little bit different each time.
T: You can talk about the reasons for the changes and stuff.
K: No no, its not that we planned to change stuff, its just like I said before, we just needed to make each day more exciting by changing little things here and there.
J: Oh, so you didn't have a big plan from the start to make each day totally different?
K: No no.
J: It was just a little bit to keep up the excitement after each show.
K: Yeah.
J: So would you like, finalise or change up your setlists at the last moment?
K: On the same day?
J: Yeah.
K: Well, we have done that...
J: Amazing!
K: Well, I mean, thats not really a big deal for us. haha. The staff will have to change a few things round for us, but thats about it.
J: Ahh, I see. (*reading comments*) "Thats backstage gossip too". Right?
K: (*Looking at computer screen*) These are all tweets from Sendai.
J: Did something special happen at Sendai?
K: No, no, I mean, we've only scrolled as far as Sendai, haha.
T:(*Reads out a tweet mentioning Rasetsukoku*)
K: Hm, yeh, we played Rasetsukoku each time. Im just gonna scroll right down...Ah still Sendai.
J: There are so many tweets for each live.
K: There's still tonnes. Tasai, I was hoping you would have scrolled a bit further by now. Hahaha.
J: Yep, there they are both, scrolling away. Are you past Sendai yet?
K: Uh, Zepp Sapporo.
T: (*Reads out a tweet saying that Saku was the first song*). Ah, starting with Saku!
J: Yeh, I noticed a few days started with Saku when I saw the setlists. Im honestly a bit envious. Starting with Saku is epic, right?!
K: Really?
J: Yes.
K: Actually, we started with Rasetsukoku for the first two days.
J: Oh, really?! Thats the rule??
K: The rule? Haha, no, we just decided off the cuff.
J: Oh, is that it?
K: Yeah.
(*Louds noise blares out. Kaoru looks shocked and wide-eyed. The sound goes off, and then the video stops for several mins. A message pops up informing of technical difficulties*)
K: Ok
J: Ok, we're back! We did it!
T: We're back!
J: The tech staff got us back.
K: That was quite scary wasn't it?
J: Yeah! Like 'Kyaaaaa' all of a sudden.
T: It was like a screech from another world.
K: I was pretty shocked.
J: Someone in the comments asked if it was Kyo.
K: Haha
T: Haha. One comment said that its because Joe was predicted many blocked paths this year. You remember our shrine visit?
J: Ah, maybe thats it. I was predicted that at the start of the year, wasn't I?
K: It was Tasai's mic acting up though wasn't it? And then this huge noise exploded.
T: As soon as I talked about my leg, it started doing stuff.
J: Tasai, you need to be purified at the shrine, you have evil on you.
K: We went at the start of the year though, right?
J: But if its Tokyo Sports there could be all sorts hanging around.
T: No, but since I hurt my foot, my wife won ¥10000 on the lottery, and WestLand, who I'm reporting on, won the M-1. So there are a lot of good things happening around me.
K: What about us(Dir)? hahaha
J: There's nothing bad hanging around you! Ehh, what could it be? Well, at least we've got the sound back. What were we talking about before? Oh, Saku!
T: Yeah, Saku.
J: Where was it? Hokkaido! Saku was the first song in Hokkaido.
T: You need a lot of power to burst open with Saku though, right?
K: What else did we say? About how we opened with Rasetsukoku only on those two days.
J: Yeah, I think the viewers probably heard that. So continuing the search. Actually there was a question about Sendai...something about a sauna in the dressing room? Did you go in the dressing room sauna?
K: Ahhh, no I didn't.
J: Oh, more background noise? There is definitely some evil hanging around.
T: Is it me??
K: We didn't hear anything here, right? Its better now?
J: Ah, lots of ghost emojis..."Its Rasetsukoku" (*land of rakshasas*)
K: Well, I mean, weird stuff just happens to us a lot.
J: Yeah, so we are probably ok, right?
T: Anyway lets do this search.
J: Yes, lets get on with that. Someone wrote, "Sprinkle salt around Tasai's leg"
T: Haha
J: Someone bring us some salt!
T: Haha, yes please. Ok, now we are at Nov 18th which is Amashin..
K: While we were off air, we did some mega scrolling, haha.
J: Yeh, the sound guy and you two were working hard, I was just sat here. Sorry, haha.
T: Ok, here's a tweet. "The speed at which Toshiya crossed the stage during KR cube was incredible!" Do you remember this Kaoru?
K: Uh, I dunno. Haha. He's being doing that for years though, right?
T: Another one, "C straight after Merciless Cult was amazing!" What do you think? This song order is great on the album too.
K: Yeah, we tried that. I think we only did that once though.
T: (*Correctly reads out a tweet containing a few song names*)
K: Oh, you really do know the songs! Just from this?!
T: Yes (*reads the name Mamachen/Marmalade Chainsaw*)
K: You even know Mamachen!
T: Yes, because I listen to them.
K: Oh, thank you.
T: (*Reading more tweets*) "It was amazing beyond words", also, "Toshiya is really macho" etc.
K: (*scrolling*) Joe, speak for a bit.
J: Ah, ok. There are a lot of comments coming here, as well as the tweets, especially about Toshiya cutting across the stage, like his legs are so long he can cross the stage in three steps.
T: No way!
J: Thats was was written in the comments! There are lots of comments about Toshiya..."I was happy to see Die all in red"...."I thought Toshiya's body was 90% legs"
K: Hahaha
J: That must be a joke. But people are saying its right! Someone wrote that you were chasing each other around the stage at Amashin.
K: Eh?
J: Were you chasing each other?
K: Uh, no. What does that mean?
J: Give us some more details people...Did you chase the other members around the stage?
K: Oh, like following behind? Yeh.
J: "Kaoru and Shinya chased Kyo"
K: Ahhh, yeh.
J: Also, "Kaoru's paper airplane"
K: Oh yeh, I did that. Where was that again?
J: Osaka?
K: Yeh. I folded the setlist into a paper airplane while I was on stage, but my folding technique was a bit off. I folded it like this (*demonstrates with notes*), so it just flew in a vertical drop as soon as I threw it. Haha
J: It didn't even reach the audience??
K: It fell in the space just infront of the audience.
J: Ah, someone just said it was Osaka day 2, the paper airplane story. If you guys have any other events from the tour that you want to know about, please send a comment...."The towel throwing was also great". Did you throw it far, Leader?
K: Well, it flew.
J: Oh, someone said the water bottles and towels flew as far as the second floor at Hatch.
K: If you throw the water bottles right, they do go quite far.
J: To the second floor?
K: Yeah.
T: (*scrolling*) I think I've reached to the newest tweets...."I made so many memories, it was amazing. My neck is sore"..."I was glad they played Saku and Kodou"...Where is this? Hm, maybe Hatch day 2..."The 25th anniversary tour was great! KR was so much fun, and I've always wanted to hear songs like Wake, Drain, and Jessica live, so I cried a lot during the show"
K: Well, songs are like that. Each person has their own particular meaning and memories attached to each song. So yeh, I can understand that.
T: It seems like there were a lot of songs from earlier albums.
K: Well, that was decided by the song battle which Fujieda did. Sitting and talking by himself all that time, haha. But we tried to just include most of the highest ranking songs from that. The songs that we chose ourselves are actually very few.
J: Ahh. "The mistake at the start of Jessica was also good" Did you make a mistake?
K: Yeah
J: They spotted it.
K: Well, we stopped the song.
J:Oh! Please write where that was if you saw it, guys. "Thank you for spraying water on me, Kaoru".
T: "The excitment was crazy with Rasetsukoku at the start". That must have been one of those two lives.
K: Yeh, people like that song.
J: They really do. "Citta day 2"? Ahh.
T: Also "They didn't play 'I'll' after all". A fan sent this with a crying emoji.
K: Well, well, well...hahaha.
T: Ok, I get you, haha.
J: "I love Rasetsukoku so much, I want it at the start and the end!"
K: Nah...I don't think so, hahaha. I'd want a different song.
J: Yeh, we get that they love it, but we need variety too.
T: "Happy Birthday to my favourite guitarist, Die"
K: Ah, yeh, it was his birthday yesterday.
J: Happy Birthday Die.
T: Yes, Happy Birthday. Hm, what else can I find here.."It was so emotional at Shinjuku Blaze"
K: Oh yeh, it was the first time in ages for me to go to Kabukicho, the last time was for that talk event we did in Loft.
J: Oh yes, that was 4 or 5 years ago, right? Ah, but Blaze, yes.
K: Yeah, Kabukicho really doesn't suit me. Hahaha.
J: Its so garish, right?
K: Well, it felt kind of dirty.
J: Ahhh, yeh.
K: Like, people lined up everywhere, drinking. I know people do that from the daytime in Ueno and places too, but Kabukicho has a kind of slimy feel to it.
J: Yeah, Shinjuku is unique. Uneo and places are different.
T: People are commenting about Tōyoko (*トー横 - An area in Kabukicho*).
K: Yeh , it was next to Tōyoko.
J: But this was the first 'cheering allowed' live in ages, right? How was it?
T: Yeah, I wanted to go.
K: Well...it was a step in the right direction.
J: Yeah. So cheering was allowed from when the members appeared on stage?
K: Yes
J: Ahh, somebody write how it felt in the comments! Well, as Leader said it was the first step. Uh, we will talk more about the setlist in the second half. Ah, someone said, "I cried". Well, of course yeh, its been a long time.
T: (*Reads out a couple of tweets praising the Blaze live*)
J: Oh, but that moment where the lights go down and everyone screams, right?
K: But at first, when the lights changed, everyone clapped.
J: Oh, out of habit?
K: Yeh. Then when Shinya went out, he was the first out...thats when the cheering started. Well, as far as I heard.
J: Ah yeh. "I wanna scream their names". Yeah, people who couldn't go to Shinjuku will be feeling this. People really want to know whether cheering will be allowed at the tour next year?
K: Well, with current circumstances, the answer is no. It depends on each venue. A lot of them are saying that cheering is allowed at half capacity, which would be a bit tough for us. But if they say cheering is allowed at full capacity...well, I don't know yet. But for now, no.
J: Its not really something a band can decide on their own, right? It depends on the venue and the region, but im sure people will understand. Anyway, we had a bit of a break earlier, but we are now at the end of the first part of the broadcast. I think we've made up for the part that we lost earlier. In the second part, we will take a much closer look at the setlists from the 25th Anniversary tour, so please join us for that. As was mentioned a bit earlier, each setlist was different!
K: Haha, I don't think thats such an impressive thing really though.
J: Oh no no. Im not sure if the audience and the performers feel the same about this, but changing just one song can change the whole atmosphere, right?
K: Well, that is true, yes.
J: So its really exciting for the audience, if they compare it to previous shows. You may even see setlists from the shows you went to, so please send in any questions you like. Ok, ill just inform you of how you can watch part 2. The next part is for channel members only, so you have to be a member if you want to watch to the end. Then you'll be able to watch this broadcast in the archives for a year, and we also have members only videos for you. In these we set various challenges for ourselves. There are some funny ones and some more serious ones. Ok, here's how to join. There should be a blue link at the top of your screen. Leader, point to it please. Thank you. Leader's fingers are on the move. If you click this link you will get a payment method screen. Thank you for pointing sideways, Leader. Choose you preferred method, click proceed, and then enter your info. Its really simple, so if you haven't already joined, please do so to stay with us to the end. Ok, Leader, before we switch over, do you have any announcements you'd like to make?
K: Announcements?
J: If you have any. Its ok if you don't.
K: Hmm, do I have any?
J: Haha, I don't know. For example, TheTheDay stuff, or something?
K: TheTheDay is the day after tomorrow.
T: How about what you will eat tomorrow morning or something? haha
K: Should I really announce that? haha.
J: I think you could.
K: I haven't decided yet, haha. Oh, just earlier...today we were rehearsing for the New Year festival, and I had a bit of time before coming here, so I got some ramen, but the soup was lukewarm. It was so disappointing.
T: Hahaha
J: Ahhh, what a shame for your post-rehearsal ramen!
T: Thats quite an important announcement.
J: Yeah, it is.
K: I was disappointed.
J: Yeah. What will the New Year festival be like? Well, you probably can't say anything, right?
K: Nah. Anyway, we don't even have a timetable yet.
J: Well, we can look forward to it. Someone asked what kind of ramen you had?
K: Soy sauce type.
J: Is that your usual type?
K: No, I like miso, soy sauce, tonkotsu, anything salty, but I guess if im trying a place for the first time, i would choose soy sauce.
J: Ahh, but still, the sauce was lukewarm. Well, lets get rid of your disappointment and cheer you up in the second part.
K: In Hokkaido I had miso ramen. It was the first time in absolutely ages to have ramen in the middle of the night after drinking.
J: Ah, but I guess you didn't care much if you were drunk?
K: I wasn't that drunk though.
J: Was it like, you went straight in without having to wait in line?
K: I did have to wait.
J: Oh, you did? Ahh, someone wrote "ramen report". Maybe we will have to do that next year. Ok, we will stop here to switch over. The change over screen will appear for a moment, so members hang tight. See you in part 2 for more 25th Anniversary tour talk!
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Måneskin on feeling free, finding fame and embarking on their first world tour - CNN, 31.07.2022
(text and questions that were edited out - under the cut)
The first thing I need to ask is how do you pronounce your band's name?
All: Moan-Ah-Skin!
Santana: I always hear Man-Eh-Skin.
Victoria De Angelis: Yeah, everything is fine.
Santana: So, Moan-A-Skin?
Thomas Raggi: Moan-A-Skin is perfect.
And what does Maneskin mean?
De Angelis: It means moonlight. I picked it when we first started playing because we needed to join this musical competition, and we didn't have a name yet, so they just told me just say random words in Danish, and we chose one.
Looking back at this last year, I'm sure it's been absolutely crazy for you, from where you were a year ago to now?
Damiano David: Yeah, it's been a crazy journey, but of course we are really happy about everything that we did, and every time we look back, all the steps, we are super happy and proud.
What has been the most surprising, maybe the most exciting thing, that has happened to you this past year?
Raggi: I think that we've had lots of incredible moments during this last year. Maybe a song with Iggy Pop is one of these, of course, and playing with The Stones. I mean a lot, it's been a lot.
Now you're filling stadiums with 70,000 people, selling out tickets for 80,000, and you've said it was really hard for you guys to even find a place to play in Italy. What was that like when you started?
De Angelis: It was very difficult because in Rome there's no real rock scene, so there's no like clubs wanting bands to play their stuff, and also people are not very used to going to gigs of upcoming artists.
They just go to the famous ones that they already know, so it was really hard and that's why we started playing as buskers on the streets. We were always fighting with the other street artists about having the best spot, and we never won, but ... (laughter).
And then you do Eurovision, how did it change your life?
David: I think that was our first actual window outside of Italy. Since that moment we were only basing our projects for Italy and on Italy and that was the chance to break out in Europe, then from Europe to the US, and we hope to grow more and more.
What was it like to win for Italy? It had been like 30 years since Italy had won Eurovision, and then you win with rock n' roll, a genre which is not very big there?
Raggi: Yes, that's crazy.
David: That was unexpected I think for everybody.
De Angelis: Yeah, everyone was very proud, big celebration.
A lot of times for Eurovision winners, they have that big moment and then they kind of disappear. What do you think makes you guys different that you've been able to take this and catapult so much and become this worldwide phenomenon?
David: I think for us Eurovision came at a very right moment because we had just come out with an album, so what we brought to Eurovision was basically just one of the things of the whole album and it was fresh, and it was super authentic for us. So, I think that people were happy to find a lot of coherence between what we brought to Eurovision and what they saw in our catalogue, and they felt like, OK, this is not just a viral song that they made specifically for Eurovision, but it's just one of their songs and then they have two albums, and it all makes sense.
Then, you release "Beggin,' " which turns into the most successful rock song of last year. I mean, I woke up every morning I think for the last year like, (sings), "I'm beggin', beggin' you"... (laughter) ... It just gets in my head, and then I'm like, come on, just get out!
David: Yeah, it's our fault, it's our fault, (laughter). Well, it's not even our fault because we didn't even promote it. It's TikTok's fault. It just got viral. We were pretty shocked by it. When we saw it growing, we were like, what is happening, and then we found out it was viral on TikTok and all that came about after.
Why that song? It's a cover of Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons, and I can't think of a more different style than you guys and The Four Seasons.
De Angelis: Actually, we played it at first, when we just started, and we think it's way more challenging and fun to make covers of very different songs. So, like now we're also playing "Womanizer" by Britney Spears, for example, and we just find it a challenge and stimulating, and it really makes you do an interpretation of something different and bringing it into your own. That's when you make something good, I think.
You also covered "If I Can Dream" for the Elvis movie, what was it like singing an Elvis song? I mean, you know, "The King of Rock n' Roll."
David: Well, every time when we have some big deals, we try not to think about it that much because then you get like anxious, and you feel the pressure. When we had the chance to play a cover of Elvis, we didn't feel like we were confronting Elvis because that would have been impossible, you cannot try to fight with Elvis' heritage. We were just super happy and super glad and super honored just to have the chance to play one of his songs, and we focused on that, and we focused on doing the best that we could do on that song without even comparing it with the Elvis one because, of course, it's untouchable.
Now you have two VMA nominations and a third number one song on the Billboard charts, "Supermodel," can you tell me what the song is about?
De Angelis: The funny thing is that everyone thinks it's about supermodels, but it's not. We wrote it after being like three months in L.A. where we met a lot of people that were faking being supermodels or superstars. Everyone was very focused on the way they appeared and not what they're really like or who they really were. Everyone was just trying to fake that they have the best clothes, best friends, best club, that kind of stuff, and we found it a bit stupid, of course, but it was something that we thought was only shown in movies, like a stereotype, you know, but when we saw it in person, we just thought it was fun and wanted to make a funny song about it.
I can tell you no one in New York is like that. We are very real. If you had to make a song about New York, what would it be about?
De Angelis: Ohhh ... (laughs) ... we need to spend more months here.
David: I think it would be like a club song, super dirty, clubbish ... (laughter).
You've played different festivals, like Lollapalooza in Europe, but this weekend you are doing Lollapalooza in Chicago. What does it mean to play at Lollapalooza here in the US?
Raggi: Crazy, it's huge.
De Angelis: It's our first Festival in the USA. So, that's like a big, big thing ...
David: It's not our first festival! We played at Coachella, c'mon! ... (Laughter).
De Angelis: Whoops, that's true, Coachella. We started this festival season this summer, and it's only been Europe until now, so for this summer it's the first.
Raggi: For the summer, yes.
You sing in English and Italian, but we have a lot of Italian singers who are huge in Latin America, and they sing in Spanish -- Laura Pausini, Eros Ramazzotti, Il Volo -- do you think you would ever sing in Spanish?
David: Why not?
De Angelis: In Spanish?
David: I basically mostly listen to Spanish sounding music, so I would not back up ... (laughs).
You're going to launch your tour, and you're going to Latin America, Santiago, Buenos Aires. What's it like going to all these places, is it a culture shock when you go?
David: Yeah, you know, we have never been, outside of Ethan, we've never been to Latin America, and we never played there, but of course, we know something about the people there, and we know that they're really crazy ... (laughter) ... hyped up, heated up, and we like these kinds of crowds. So, we can't wait to play there, and it was one of the places that amazed me the most. When I saw the tickets that were selling, it was like "what the f**k?", how did we get there? It was crazy, so we really can't wait to be there.
How has fame changed you, if at all?
De Angelis: I don't think it has changed us.
David: I'm less worried about things, actually. I guess I'm stable ... (laughs).
Do you feel that fame, when you're this well-known, it comes with a responsibility to speak out on certain political issues? A lot of artists say, I'm an entertainer, not a politician or an activist.
De Angelis: Yeah, for us, I think it comes naturally, so when we think we know enough about a topic, and we think our opinion can, like, make the difference or something we don't feel it like as a pressure or something. It just comes naturally, and we're happy to do it. Also, if we can share a positive message on something that really matters to us, we're happy to do it. If not, we also don't feel the pressure to have to do it.
You did a song in support of Ukraine, "We're Gonna Dance on Gasoline," how do you feel about that situation?
David: It's really hard to say that because we feel very bad about it, but we also know that we have a huge privilege, with no worries, we're not worried that something is going to happen to us. So, we are privileged, but of course, if we can spread knowledge about it, we are more than happy, and we feel that we have to do it because that's something that is happening today and if we can do something today, it's more valuable.
One of your first songs was "Zitti E Buoni," which means "Shut Up and Behave." It doesn't seem like you guys are going to be doing any shutting up or behaving any time soon.
De Angelis: No, not at all.
Where do you go from here?
De Angelis: I don't know, we feel very free. We just want to keep playing. We have so many amazing gigs and tours coming in front of us, so I think we're really going to enjoy it and get all the possible inspiration from that and then turn it into music. We don't want to set any specific goals, but we just want to go on and see what happens and keep getting better and doing what we feel is right.
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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.8 Mukami Azusa [TRACK 1]
Original title: 優しい思い出
Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 8 Mukami Azusa [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke
Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5
TRACK 1: GENTLE MEMORIES
“I’ll check the top of this shelf first. …There we go.”
*Thud*
“Woah…Just as I thought, the surface is covered in a thick layer of dust. ーー Hey, Eve? I’ll dust it off, so could you step back a little?”
You nod and step back.
“...There.”
*Rustle rustle*
“...Woah! …Cough, cough, cough…!! Ugh…Mmh…Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ll make sure to hold my breath next time. Will you do the same until I give you a sign that it’s safe again? It’s not good to breathe this sort of stuff in.”
You nod.
“...Here I go then.”
Azusa holds his breath as he continues to wipe off the dust.
*Rustle rustle*
“...Phew. That should do. …Ah, you can breathe again as well.”
He jumps off the chair.
*Thud*
“ーー Now we just need to dust off the other shelves, then sweep the floor and give everything else a wipe down as well.
You note that a lot needs to be done.
“You’re right. Nobody usually comes to the attic, so it hasn’t been cleaned in forever. This might take a while…”
*Rustle*
“But somebody has to do it at some point…In that case, I’ll be that person. Ruki is always busy with business related to Eden while Kou and Yuma both already have things they need to attend to. I want to be useful to them…even if it’s just a little.”
You promise to help out.
“Fufu…I see. Let’s try hard together then. So we can somehow get it all done in time for dinner.”
You nod.
*Rustle*
“Then…The shelf over there is up next but…Hm…What should we do? …The one over there is much taller than this one, see? …I fear that I might not be able to reach the top of it, even with a step…”
You frown.
“Oh…How about we do it like this? I’ll lift you into the air so could you take care of the dust on top?”
You seem worried.
“I can handle that just fine. You’re a lightweight after all. Well then, shall we get started right away? Come here.”
They walk over to the shelf.
“Here I go…”
Azusa lifts you up.
“What do you think? Will you be able to reach it?”
You nod.
“Okay…Then we’ll hold our breaths on the count of three, okay? Three, two…One!”
*Rustle rustle*
“...Haah! …Thank you very much. I’ll let you back down, okay?”
You ask him to wait.
“Hm? …What’s the matter?”
You point out that there’s something on top of the shelf.
“Eh? On top of the shelf? What could it be?”
You explain.
“A thick book? Do you think you’ll be able to grab it?”
You promise to try.
“Mmh. Yes, please.”
*Rustle*
“...So? Can you reach it?”
You shake your head.
“Just a little more? In that case…How about like this?”
You grab hold of the book.
*Thud*
“Really? I’m glaーー …Ah, watch out!”
*Rustle*
*THUD*
“Haah…Eve. Are you alright?”
You nod.
“Hah…Phew…I truly am glad…I wouldn’t have known what to do if you got hurt because of me…”
*Rustle*
“I’m not exaggerating…You are more precious to me than anyone else…So I want to prevent you from getting hurt at all costs.”
You ask if he’s unscathed as well.
“Eh? Me…? …I’m fine. However, you truly are so kind…worrying about me like that.”
*Rustle*
“Heh…Eve…I love you. I want to be together…forever.”
You agree.
“Hehe…I see. If you feel the same way, I truly couldn’t be any happier.”
*Rustle*
“...Oh. By the way, I wonder what kind of book that is? Will you show me?”
You nod and show him the book.
*Rustle*
*Flip*
“Hm…Oh…Huh? This is…”
*Flip*
“...Mmh. It’s our album. …I didn’t know this is where it went. It has all the pictures we took of the four of us in the past… This really takes me back.”
*Flip*
“So much has happened ever since…So I was convinced the album had gotten lost at some point, but I’m sure somebody stored it away over here.”
*Flip*
“Oh…Look! This photograph was taken in the human world. I’m pretty sure…this was from before we met you.”
You ask if you can take a look as well.
“Of course, go ahead! Fufu…This one’s from back when Yuma had just started his own garden. He had just cultivated a bunch of vegetables and insisted we’d take a picture to remember the moment.”
You point out Azusa in the photo.
“Right…I’m the one barely visible in the background. …I’m pretty sure Kou and I were helping him carry all of the vegetables. …Ah. Oh no. If we keep wasting time on this, we’ll never finish cleaning. Hey, Eve, I’ll fill this bucket with water so could you sweep the floor using that broom over there in the meantime?”
You nod.
“This album is pretty dusty too so we should probably lightly wipe it down as well.”
*Rustle*
“Let’s take it to the living room once we’re done cleaning. I’m sure the others will be happy too…to hear we discovered this album. …Who would have thought you’d be the one to find it.”
You shake your head.
“Even if it was a pure coincidence…It’s still the truth. Thank you…for finding our precious memories. ーー Well then, I’ll get going.”
*Cling*
Azusa leaves as you start sweeping the floor.
*TIMESKIP*
*Rustle rustle*
“Ugh…ugh…ugh…Phew~”
*Thud*
“I guess we’re all done sweeping now. ーー The room has gotten a lot cleaner thanks to you. Now we just need to wipe the shelves and the floor with the water I got earlieーー Cough, cough…Right. Haah…The room has gotten quite dusty, so we should probably open the windows and let some fresh air in first.”
You offer to do it.
“Mmh. Yeah, thanks.”
Azusa starts looking for the bucket of water.
“Hm…Where did I put the bucket of water again…?”
*BZZZZZT*
“...Ah, there it is!”
*Splash*
“Nnh…”
*Splash*
“...? I didn’t realize it was because of the shutters earlier, but the moon is shining rather brightly tonight, isn’t it…? It’s lightening up the room as well. …Hm? Eve? Is something the matter?”
He walks up to you.
“...Eve? Is there something outside? …Ah!!”
Azusa looks at the moon.
“The moon is shrouded in a mist…making it seem like there’s two of them. …!! Eve…! You shouldn’t look at the moon any longer! Hurry, this way!”
*BZZZZZT*
“Ah…Ugh…What is happening…? I suddenly feel…dizzy…E-Eve…”
*Thud*
“Oh…Don’t tell me…is it because of that moon…? So it must really be the thing…Ruki told me about in the past…”
Azusa loses consciousness.
*Thud*
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#azusa mukami#diabolik lovers para-selene#diabolik lovers translation#diabolik lovers drama cd#drama cd
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On the way back downstairs, he pauses to show me a photograph on the wall, a portrait of George, Ringo and himself, standing under a tree. It was shot for a magazine cover in the grounds of this very studio while they were working on 'Free As a Bird' in 1995, the song, written and sung by Lennon as a demo tape in 1977, that subsequently became the first Beatles single in 25 years. There's something ineffably sad about the photograph, the fact that it is just the three of them, and that since, another one of them has gone. Then McCartney points to a white peacock that seems to have sneaked into the picture, stage left, and is peering directly at the camera. 'That's John,' he says, smiling. The bird, which had strayed from a neighbouring farm, walked into shot just as the photographer pressed the shutter. 'Spooky, eh?' says McCartney. 'It was like John was hanging around. We felt that all through the recording. We even put one of those spoof backwards recordings on the end of the single for a laugh, to give all those Beatles nuts something to do. I think it was a line of a George Formby song. Then we're listening to the finished single in the studio one night, and it gets to the end, and it goes "zzzwrk nggggwaaahh joooohn lennnnnon qwwwwk". I swear to God. We were like, "It's John. He likes it!"'
Spending even a little time with McCartney is a salutary lesson in the art of survival. We tend to forget that, though. We forget that he, too – Fab Macca, forever grinning, thumbs aloft – is a fully qualified survivor. We forget that he survived the whirlwind of the Beatles, and the long years of living in their shadow, and the terrible fallouts and the recriminations. We forget that he has had to deal not just with the loss of John and George, but that he somehow has made it though the capsizing grief of losing his wife, and long-term soul mate, Linda. And, still, the tabloids scoff at his so-called cheeriness, and his choice of new partner. And still, we, the public, want more. We want ‘Yesterday’ and ‘Penny Lane’ and ‘Hey Jude’, as if those songs, and all the others like them, were not more than enough already. We want yesterday.
There’s a sense on Chaos and Creation in the Back Yard, though, that Paul McCartney is finally at ease with his legacy, with the weight of myth and history that he has had to carry, and has tried to shrug off, for so long. There’s a strange little song on the album called ‘How Kind of You’, on which he sings: ‘How kind of you to stick by me during the final bout / And listen to the referee when I was counted out’. It seems both poignant and pointed, sincere and yet sarcastic. It doesn’t seem half-hearted, half-baked, or half-finished.
‘Well, it’s about all the tragedies,’ he elaborates, ‘the Beatles’ break-up, things going wrong, and people writing me off . There’s this sort of therapy aspect in songwriting sometimes, and that’s one of the reasons I love it. If I’m feeling really low, I’ll take my guitar into the darkest corner I can find in the house, and go there and sit with it, and talk to the guitar, explain it all to the guitar. And it works,’ he says, as if he can barely believe it himself. ‘You come out of there, and it’s magical.’ With that, he starts singing another line from the same song: ‘I thought my time was up…’ And you can tell he really means it, even though, just by singing it, he seems to banish the very thought.
From Paul McCartney interview with the Guardian (September 18, 2005)
#paul: i never got a sign from john after his death#also paul: this blue light is john this bird is john this backwards voice john!#conversations with ghosts#chaos and creation in the back yard#2000s#paul#quotes#paul interview#mine#free as a bird#1990s#1995#pgr#anthology sessions
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Additional notes from the day:
I started my liquid fast at 9pm tonight and I work a 10 hour day tomorrow so I won't be eating solid food until about 6-7pm tomorrow in the hopes of not getting sick at my job because the economy is fucked and my boss can drop 3k on a coffee machine but not pay us above minimum wage 🫠 oh well I get a raise soon and it ain't much but it's something.
I have a lot of brain fog going on and general soreness (I have chronic pain, nothing new) so I've been stretching a lot. I will likely dress in layers tomorrow and attempt to do some form of self care in the morning like styling my hair, light makeup, jewelry, etc. Something to give my mental health a little boost.
Journaling and utilizing my glow up journal have been going great so far. I am being consistent and getting better daily. I feel more driven than I have in the past and am hoping to keep it up. I am kind of excited to see a whole notebook filled with self love and encouragement and growth.
I have completely dropped my French so that's eh but oh well, I tripled my vocabulary in a week, I can catch back up. BTW I used translation, podcasts, and mild immersion to do that. I literally looked at resources in French and copied them, wrote what I thought they were, translated to English, wrote the English version, and then took detailed notes clarifying what I got wrong. Repeat until the topic no longer confuses me. Find a new one that is hard. Podcasts are a mixture of purely French and learning French podcasts, I just let them play while I clean and repeat what I hear, translate what I can outloud to reinforce. Mild immersion, I have made a couple friends that are native speakers and they ONLY use french to talk to me on set days so that i can learn better with more than scripted stiff condos.
I am also prepping for Christmas! I got my mom a gift already. I am making a masterlist for everyone and slowly knocking things off. Next check, I'll be ordering 3 styles of photo albums for the grandparents.
I feel like shit a lot but it's slowly getting better, I am bettering myself in some way or another daily, and I am slowly building my life again. I lost so much when I had my medical problems tail end of 2021, I am excited and proud to say I am over halfway back to the strength and stability I had then.
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P1: Please could it be a mikey oneshot leaving a male reader; I leave it days before the dissolution of Touman with the excuse of "I like another person more, I don't love you anymore and I don't want to see you again" it may be that I don't want to hurt him or something like that, in the end ReaderMale! he takes it badly at first but over time he recovers and becomes a famous Idol that is everywhere, not only is an Idol but has a presence in the underworld (something +
°Mikey x Male reader°
plot: After the breakup between Mikey and MaleReader, their two paths split. The reader, after an unexpected glow-up and after both have apparently moved on, meet again, Mickey as the leader of the Bonten and the reader as a very famous idol.
author note: I also read the pt.2! I apologize if I changed it slightly, I did everything possible to respect it. Thank you for the request!
word count: 1k
warning: angst, break up
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The weather that day was so hot, but it wasn't a pleasant heat, it was quite the opposite. Y/n was going to meet Mikey, his boyfriend for a year now. He noticed his bright blonde hair from afar so he decided to run up to him and hug him from behind.
"Heyy Mikey" he yelled.
"mh" he replied looking at him from top to bottom.
"What happens?"
"I leave you," he said with that a weird calm and his eyes staring at him and waiting for a reaction.
"Ahaha this is funny" answered y/n.
"I'm not kidding, it's over between us, I'm no longer in love with you. I'm sorry, but it's time for me to open a new chapter in my life."
A slight shiver ran down the y/n back.
"Wait, did I do something wrong?"
"No, I already told you, I'm not in love with you anymore."
How was it possible? Why should he leave him like this?.
He could still feel the blond's gaze on him and didn't dare to raise his head. He took a deep breath and mentally slapped himself.
"Goodbye then." he continued without expressing any kind of emotion.
"Goodbye."
So that completely unexpected conversation ended. And for y/n began one of the hardest times ever. Even just to realize what had happened took him several weeks(maybe months), which were lived in a very bad way by the boy.
Acceptance was a hard thing and just as he was returning to the bad habit of smoking he was stopped by a strange man.
“Wait for a second please, don't quit smoking that cigarette. And please, let me take some pictures of you. "
Surprised and scared, the boy decided to walk away.
"Wait up! Believe me, I'm (his name and his surname), a famous photographer ”he continued showing him a tag that confirmed his previous words.
"Please, just a photo?" and so the boy agreed.
So the photo was taken and the photographer came over to show it to him.
At first glance, not even the same y/n could be recognized, he seemed so different from the last time he had seriously looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't see himself in that photo he had just taken.
"When I became like that?..." he spoke aloud when he was still deep in his thoughts. So much so that the photographer looked at him with a bewildered face.
“Don't like the photo? I'm sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" The boy shook his head no.
“Oh thank god, I also wanted to ask if you would give me permission to publish this photo on my new photo album due out next month,” he asked, clasping his hands. After he noticed the boy's troubled expression, he continued saying: "You can also receive money and be contacted later by different modeling agencies, I think you have this potential."
A job and some money would not have been bad .. the young man accepted and the two traded their phone number.
But before he could think of anything else, he remembered his change in physical appearance. He immediately went home to look in the mirror. In the street, while he ran, he saw himself in a shop window, he noticed the changes in the body.
They weren't that obvious, but to him, it felt so different, developed. The more he looked at himself the more he was convinced of how much prettier he had become.
Self-conviction? Had he had the famous post-breakup glow-up without realizing it? Was it possible? Was there any entity unknown to him involved?
Arriving at random he noticed even the smallest details of his face, had he always been this attractive?
Thanks to that funny meeting were the beginning of a new life for the boy.
After the photographer's album began to be printed, he noticed his inbox filled with inquiries from various fashion agencies.
They just asked him for a meeting to see if they could hire him, and reading the pay he didn't think twice about accepting.
He came from the first agency that contacted him, and after a short interview, he was hired. It was all happening so fast, the long time after parting with Mikey seemed to have almost vanished from the boy's mind.
In no time at all, he began to have great success in many magazines, and his fandom began to grow. Real people stopped him on the street to ask him for a photo and how beautiful he was. The agencies organized real meetings for the boy's fans.
He met some of his old school friends (with whom he had had some bullying problems) who didn't recognize him in the least...
Everyone had begun to love and idolize him. The creepy and weird thing is that it all happened within 6 months, all that fast? How was that possible? Often y/n stopped to wonder how it was possible, and always tried to find out how it could have happened, but he never found anything rational. ( I'm so sorry, I have never read "lookism" yet, I tried my best to find information <3)
And so winter had arrived, the cold now surrounded him.
He had just finished his shift at the agency and had decided to go get a hot chocolate in his trusted bar. As soon as he entered he noticed a new boy, he was tall with green eyes and dark hair he was really cute.
The boy had been working in that bar for a short time, and it was he who served him. Along with his hot chocolate, he gave to him a note with his phone number, hoping that y/n would contact him.
So that's what he did, he had finally overcome the breakup with Mikey, he was finally ready to start a new life, and finally sentimentally too.
Months and years go by. The relationship between the two boys seems to have improved and thanks to his work he becomes more and more famous. A real Idol, with a little secret, he hadn't yet explained the change that had radically changed his life.
Did some divinity have anything to do with it?
Because of his job he had not been allowed to have a boyfriend, so he had invented and hired him as a "personal bodyguard", so he was able to find an excuse to spend more time with his boyfriend.
They were walking arm in arm under light snow when he saw what he never wanted to see.
There was Mikey. That Mikey. He was sitting on a bench and always kept his lost gaze on some buildings. Was he there on purpose or for simple deals?
He had a hard time recognizing him, Mikey had cut his hair even though he still had that different sheen, but it looked just fine. He was thin and pale in the face, but the most noticeable thing was two dark circles under his eyes that made him look more tired and almost sick.
After a while, Mikey turned to his side.
"Look, let's go if we change our way," he asked his boyfriend.
"Um okay, but what's going on?"
"Nothing, don't worry..." but at that moment he realized that he could no longer escape. He had long since overcome that breakup.
"We can continue from here too," he continued, smiling and taking his boyfriend by the hand.
Meanwhile, a tall pink-haired boy had caught up with Mikey and they were heading in the direction of y/n.
He seemed to be going smoothly until the two ex-boyfriends stopped at the same time.
"Hi Mikey"
No reply.
"Now pretend you don't even know me eh"
Mikey looked up, but this time, in addition to the usual air of defiance, he looked seriously surprised, almost scared?
"Hi y/n, how long has it been?"
But who could know him better than y/n? They had been together for a year, by now he knew that expression perfectly. He knew that at that moment Mikey was confused but he didn't want to show it.
How were they supposed to react?
That question was creeping into both of them, but neither of them seemed able to react.
Did he get over it? What had happened all that time? And who were the new respective partners?
For these questions it will still take some time to get answers and who knows if they will ever have them ;)
I hope you'll like it<3
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Pictured Confessions//Kiribaku
Imagine Class 1-A bringing in old childhood photo albums and middle school yearbooks, all except for Kiri who was too embarrassed to bring anything like that.
That doesn’t stop Mina from bringing her own middle school yearbook, and guess what?
Besides finding a-kind of the same looking-picture of younger Mina, they find an INTERESTING picture of middle school Kirishima...
Black straightened hair, dark grey eyeshadow, and tons of (seemingly fake) piercings, jutting out of his lip and nose, even one on his eyebrow, with one shaved line at the crease.
But the cherry on top was the very obvious Hot Topic shirt with what seemed to be a cover of some heavy metal band.
Silence fills the room, heat radiating off of the very embarrassed Kirishima, pressing his face into his palms.
If he was a cartoon, steam would definitely be shooting from his ears.
“Dude...” Sero began.
“You were such an emo!” Kaminari finished with a snort, eyes watering.
Groaning into his hands once more, he began to wonder how he could possibly die at this moment.
Maybe if the floor could just swallow him whole, it would be doing him a big favor right about now.
“W-Well!” He started, reaching out and grabbing Mina’s yearbook.
“Two can play at that game! Did you know-“ Kiri paused, for dramatic affect, flipping many of the laminated pages before he found what he was looking for, “That Mina used to be in the drama club?!”
Mina shrieked as their friends began crowding around the book again, looking at a very embarrassing picture.
Hopefully much more embarrassing than his that it would be long forgotten.
It was a large picture, in which Mina was wearing a huge white wig and a judge’s dress while holding her arms up in the air.
The picture captured her face when she was pursing her lips, her eyes widening comically.
“No! Don’t look!” Mina screamed, jutting her arms out before grabbing the book, slamming it shut and holding it against her chest, a wild look on her face.
“Nice wig, Mina.” Kaminari wheezed, his face scrunching up like he just tasted a lemon, trying to hold back more laughter.
“Oh you’re one to talk. Where’s your yearbook?” She smirked, pleased with herself when Kaminari blanched and shut up quite completely.
Everyone began to gather around Kaminari, poking him to show his memorabilia.
Kirishima sighed, choosing this moment to step out.
Looking around the room, he noticed there was one less person than before.
A certain blonde, whom he had really hoped had not seen the embarrassing photo of him but it would’ve been hard not to, what with Mina holding it up for all the class to see.
He scanned the room and saw Bakugou walking back towards the elevator, jamming his finger on the button with so much more anger than necessary.
Curious, Kirishima walked fast over to him, ignoring the quick chattering of his friends.
Just as the elevator was about to close, Kirishima jutted his foot between the two sliding doors, stopping them momentarily.
“Hey! Wait up Bakubro!” He slid in, feeling the blonde’s crimson eyes boring holes into the back of his head.
“The hell are you doing, shitty-hair?” Bakugou sneered, watching as the redhead pressed the button to their floor, smiling when it made a soft chiming noise.
“Eh, I’m bored. I’m just gonna work out in my room and then probably hit the hay.” Kirishima shrugged.
Bakugou nodded, shoving his fists into his grey sweatpants pockets, leaning against the elevator wall.
The redhead stared a little more at his friend, lingering on his face.
He had never seen the blonde so...emotionless.
His pale face smooth and relaxed, no wrinkles or furrowed eyebrows from his usual spouts of anger.
In fact he looked...pretty. Not just his face, but the light blonde tufts of hair styled in spikes surrounding it.
Well...Kiri also thought he looked hot as well.
What?! You can’t really blame him!
Not when Bakugou wore those black tank tops, showing off hints of his pectorals, doing nothing to stop him from looking at the muscles bulging on his arms.
It was especially excruciatingly painful to watch whenever they trained together.
Watching beads of sweat fall down beyond the collar of his top, making Kirishima wonder what was beyond that line of clothing.
Wondering how it would feel if he touched that expanse of skin.
A loud chime spooked him out of his very homoerotic thoughts, a faint dust of red filling the apples of his cheeks as he realized he had still been staring at Bakugou’s meaty biceps.
He grimaced, hoping Bakugou didn’t see him staring, but he didn’t get a chance to, as Bakugou was already walking out of the elevator.
Kirishima inhaled deeply, shaking his head as he followed Bakugou to their neighboring dorms.
The blonde stopped in front of his door, turning to stare at Kirishima.
The redhead gulped, nervously watching as Bakugou looked him up and down, seeming like he was expecting Kiri to say something.
“Well, goodnight Bakugou!” He smiled at him, going to open his door when suddenly a much lighter hand slammed it shut once more.
“Hold on.” Bakugou demanded, his gruff voice bouncing against the empty hallway.
Kirishima paused, his lips shut tight as he waited for Bakugou to say more.
“Um...yes?” He smiled meekly, his lips not exactly curving upwards.
Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows, his cheeks flushing red as he stammered, “Y-You! You still need help with tutoring tonight, right?!” He yelled out the last bit.
Ah! Tonight is Friday! Their tutoring night!
With all of the excitement of yearbooks and family pictures he must’ve forgotten completely!
Ugh, so unmanly to keep Bakugou waiting, to make him ask like this.
“Oh! Yes yes, right! Of course, my bad Bakugou.” Kiri nodded his head, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, beginning to turn red with embarrassment.
Bakugou relaxed his shoulders, the smallest of grins beginning to show on his face.
“Whatever, ‘s not like I expected you to remember anything with that pea-sized brain of yours.” He mocked, turning around to open his door.
“Hey! My brain is normal sized, just like yours!” Kirishima retaliated, stomping after Bakugou.
The door clicked shut behind them, entrapping Kirishima inside of the cool shadowy room that was Bakugou’s.
Besides being cooler temperature wise, the room was also very...boring.
It surprised him every time Kirishima walked into Bakugou’s room, just the overall average ness.
Bland grey walls with nothing decorating them, not even so much as a poster of his favorite hero.
And to go along with the insane asylum decor, black bedsheets and a white pillowcase, neatly put together as if he never touched the bed at all.
Kirishima smiled to himself, feeling comfortable in the others room, a sense of familiarity.
The blonde groaned before flipping down on his bed, back-first.
“So, what is it that you need help with?” He spoke, his usually rough voice toning down a bit.
Kiri started to speak, but paused as he took a breath.
Actually, he didn’t really have anything to work on.
Final exams were over, there were no surprise tests sprung out by Aizawa.
Truly, there was no reason he should even be in this room at all.
So why did he want to stay?
Stuttering out his last breath, he crouched onto the floor, shuffling into a criss-crossed position.
“Well, actually-“ He chuckled nervously, watching as Bakugou leaned upwards, resting on his elbows while staring at him incredulously.
“Ha, I guess I don’t really have anything to do. I don’t really need to study for anything.”
“So then, why’d you come in here?” Bakugou grunted, sitting up all the way and leaning forwards with his elbows resting on his knees.
“Honestly?” Kiri shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m so exhausted from today. Just having to deal with everyone yelling and having to show people photos, especially mine!” He groaned.
But some part of him did wonder if Bakugou knew what he was talking about.
But oh bOy was he not at all prepared for the answer to that question!
“Oh, you mean that hot picture of you?”
Kirishima wheezed, his lungs squeezing together as all the air escaped his body.
He coughed-super attractively-while trying to think of anything to say.
It didn’t help that Bakugou just kept staring at him, his eyebrows raised and a subtle smirk keeping his lips quirked up.
“Ahem, what?” Kiri’s heart hammered against his chest, his fingers feeling oddly clammy clasped together.
“I said-“ Bakugou shuffled himself onto the floor, leaning closer into Kirishima’s space.
So close that Kiri could smell the spicy scent of the blonde’s body wash, almost intoxicating to him.
“I thought that picture of you was hot.” He rumbled, one of his eyebrows quirking upwards in such a way that Kiri could actually feel his heart stopping and starting at the same time.
“Ah, um cool.” He sputtered before his brain caught up to his idiotic mouth.
Cool?!
Kill him. Right here right now. He is a waste of a human body.
But a light airy sound broke him out of his embarrassing trance, a laugh.
Bakugou was chuckling at him. And in a really cute way!
Kirishima could rarely ever get Bakugou to laugh, most of the time he was the one being laughed at.
Just like now but...it was different. The way he was laughing, the smile stretching his lips.
There were indents marking at the corner of his eyes as he laughed, small divots of skin.
“Dumbass.” Bakugou chortled, biting his lips to reel in another fit of laughter.
Oh. Wow.
Kiri was definetly sure he was blushing now, half of it being because of embarrassment but the other half...
Adoration.
Damn, Eijirou was really swimming in the deep end wasn’t he?
“Sh-Shut up! You can’t just-just say something like that and expect a good answer out of me!” Kirishima whined, balling up his hands in frustrations.
“What is your answer?” Bakugou asked, nonchalantly.
Kiri paused once more, “My what?”
“You said,” Bakugou smirked, “That I cant expect a good answer. How about just a regular one?”
“A...regular one?”
Oh boy. Was this really happening? Oh god oh fuck-
Bakugou hummed, his face going slack as he waited for an answer.
“Well, I guess it’s okay that you found me hot, then.”
But the real question still lingered on his lips, like a bad aftertaste.
“And it’s fine if you...don’t find me attractive now.” He murmured the last part, a part of him hoping Bakugou didn’t catch what he said.
Kiri glanced back up when he heard a harsh scoff come from Bakugou’s mouth.
“Tch, never said that.” He muttered, his face growing steadily pink.
“You-“
Kiri blanked.
His outer body seemed to get clammy and sweaty but his insides, it felt as if he was being burned.
His heart hammered painfully, and he found it even harder to breathe.
“What...Bakugou what do you mean by that?” Kirishima asked, his voice quivering on the last word, staring straight at Bakugou’s crimson eyes.
The blonde shifted, growing more embarrassed by the second. He wiped his calloused hands against his mouth and bit his lip.
“Bakugou-“
Kirishima reached out and grabbed Bakugou’s hand, feeling the sweat mixing in with his own.
He wanted to feel it.
If this moment really was happening he wanted to feel how it felt.
Eijirou swallowed down his building saliva, using his thumb to rub gentle circles onto the blonde’s soft skin.
“I-I like you too. If this means what I think it means, I like you too.” He couldn’t help but let the nervous smile contort his lips, the tips of his sharp teeth sticking out, like white gleams in the darkness of Bakugou’s room.
The blonde’s head snapped back to stare at Kirishima, his eyes widening in what seemed to be disbelief, then softening.
Bakugou snorted, twisting his hand away, almost causing Kirishima’s heart to break into pieces.
That is until those lovely hands came up to rest lightly on his face, palms squishing his cheeks lightly.
And god the sudden warmness of those palms made his heart stutter.
And it gave him a thrill as well.
Knowing that in a matter of seconds these hands could explode and destroy everything that they touched.
Yet, they touched him so softly, his thumbs barely grazing any skin.
“Then, I hope you don’t mind if I do this.” Bakugou breathed out, his face inching closer and closer, his breath mingling with Kirishima’s.
Getting ever so close until eventually...
Kirishima closed his eyes in bliss, his own soft lips sliding against Bakugou’s rougher chapped ones.
He sighed through his nose, his own hands coming up to rest on Bakugou’s shoulders.
Wow, it felt so nice.
So right.
Like this was exactly the place his lips belonged.
Right on top of Bakugou’s.
He gasped for air as the blonde’s tongue warily poked between his lips, sliding in when Kirishima allowed.
“Woah okay!” Kirishima pulled away, chuckling as his face burned with excitement.
Bakugou smirked, poking his tongue out to swipe across his bottom lip. “Too much?” He teased.
Kirishima groaned loudly, falling on top of Bakugou’s knees to hide his enflamed face.
“Dude, you suck so much right now.” His voice was muffled against the blonde’s knees.
“Mm, too bad. You’re gonna have to live with it.”
Bakugou’s voice rumbled, the vibrations tickling Kiri’s cheeks.
Kirishima jolted up, a large toothy smile on his face.
“You mean...is this you trying to ask me out?” Kirishima whispered, leaning closer his cheeks starting to hurt from how wide his smile was.
Bakugou narrowed his eyes, holding his hands up.
Kirishima yelled as Bakugou used one of his fingers to flick him painfully at the tip of his nose.
“Ow!” He looked to the blonde for answers, rubbing his abused nose.
“The fuck do you mean? Was me kissing you not enough dipshit?!” Bakugou sneered, his furrowed eyebrows making him look like a grumpy cat.
Kirishima chuckled, smiling as he leaned forward.
“No no, it was.” He used his hand to squish Bakugou’s cheeks together, placing a gentle kiss on his puckered lips.
Bakugou relaxed, humming against his lips. “Good.” He murmured.
“Good.” Kirishima leaned back, his eyes widening when he saw the smile on Bakugou’s face.
A smile, though not large, but wide enough to show his gleaming teeth.
He leaned in again to see if that smile tasted just as good as it looked.
It did.
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Concept: you and Harry are exes and have to attend a wedding together (my song inspo is I Almost Do, but ofc you can take it anywhere you want!!)
Harry knew they would see each other again. It was inevitable, wasn't it?
Harry knew from the moment they decided to part ways that dreaded night that he would see her again, that this wouldn't be the end. He assumed that they would keep in contact, that she would reach out to him to let her know of the promotion that she received at her company, or maybe to congratulate him on the new single.
Harry did reach out, sort of, through their mutual friend, the one that’s getting married, the wedding that they’ll both be in attendance of. They kind of have to be, as part of the bridal party. Harry asked how she was doing over brunch, and their mutual friend – Molly is her name – said that she was doing well. This made Harry quiet, unsure of where to go. It’s not that he was expecting her to be doing poorly, he didn’t want that for her, especially not because he was still in love with her, but there was a part of him that was hoping she was even the tiniest bit as miserable as he was. That’s the selfish part of him, the one part she always complained about. That’s the reason they split, in the end. Harry was a bit selfish, is a bit selfish, and she wasn’t willing to give up her life for the touring and the music and the craziness that surrounded him.
YN’s whole life, all she wanted was to be an engineer.
YN used to tell her mother and father, “I want to build bridges and skyscrapers and all the things!” and when she was old enough to go to school and pursue her passions, that’s exactly what she was doing. Little did she know that she would start building stages for some of the biggest recording acts known to the music industry. Her career took her across the world, from Sydney to Tokyo to London, and she fell in love with what she was doing, even if she started at it by mistake. Her best friends were met through the industry, people that she fell in love with, people she grew to care for deeply and never wished to be parted from in her life.
Harry Styles is one of those people.
Immediately, Harry and YN hit it off, talking about their experiences in the music industry, the concerts they’ve seen, the stages they’ve loved and hated. They bonded over their love for artists and the way that music is unique to everyone, and how everyone’s muse is a little bit different. YN wasn’t nosey or prying into his personal life, and to be honest, she couldn’t care less. Harry was simply Harry in those moments in the office, not Harry Styles, the pop sensation. That’s how she saw him. That’s how she always saw him, even at the end of everything.
YN knew what she wanted and demanded it gets done. Harry liked that. He made that much very clear. She was pretty much expecting it when Harry asked her out for the first time. Harry asked her on their first date the night she visited the O2 Arena for their first construction of the stage, her first time seeing it live and in action. Harry had asked her on a date a bit before he was about to go on stage when he was dressed and ready and his band was making their way and she was mingling with other techs. It was quick, caught her off guard if she was honest. “Would you get drinks with me after the show?”
And before YN could properly understand what was happening in her life, she and Harry were exchanging keys to each other’s houses and staying the night and moving in clothing and going to weddings together. Their friends called it a whirlwind romance, and many of them admittedly said it was something that couldn’t see lasting past a few months – great friends they had back then – but if she was being honest with herself, which often she was, she loved every minute of it. YN loved Harry, more than she loved anyone before him, and she wanted to spend her life loving him and loving her career.
YN enjoyed going to the studio and hearing him record the songs that would never get heard past her ears. Harry loved watching her sketch out new stage plans for artists that he adored. They loved going to concerts together, seeing her work portrayed to thousands and thousands. Mutually, they respected each other’s crafts and their dedication, and it was something that bonded them more than it separated them.
Until the dreaded tour conversation came about.
Harry wanted her to come with him, to take a year remotely and travel the world with him, with her significant other, her partner. YN wanted Harry to understand that her career came first, just like his. That he didn’t like. In Harry’s eyes, YN came first, that he would’ve dropped everything for her and she wouldn’t do the same. Harry wouldn’t listen after that, and it led to a dreaded conversation in her kitchen with their keys on the table and two glasses of wine, saying that maybe in another life this was meant to be.
Eight months later, Harry is trying to prepare himself for what it’ll be like to see her again. Harry’s never stopped loving her. Hell, he’s written an entire album of songs that no one will ever hear because they’re lyrics he only wants her to hear. He nearly sent it to her, last month, all the recordings, simply to see if she would have something to say.
Always an almost. That’s how everything has been with YN, lately. Almost called. Almost sent the recordings. Almost reached out. Harry can never do the damn thing. He can never just say it. It’s always on the tip of his tongue, one step away. Harry’s always just one step away from her.
He can see her from across the room. It’s easy to notice her. YN is so fucking beautiful. He’s always said that, that her beauty is unlike anything he’s ever seen before. He notices her before he’s even made his way to the room where all the groomsmen are getting ready. Her voice travels through the tiny hallway in the hotel and Harry stops dead in his tracks, aching at the sound. He hasn’t heard her voice in so long. Way too long. He doesn’t want to disturb her, to take her away from her friends that she’s talking to, but more than anything he wants to steal her away and talk, just talk about anything, to simply hear her voice.
YN sees Harry almost as easily as he sees her – he certainly spotted her first – and walks right to him with her signature smile printed on her lips, leaving her friends behind and waving them off when they mention waiting for her. He swallows thickly and nearly extends his arm to shake her hand – now what would she have done with that – but she is too quick for him, always has been, and hugs him tightly, whispering, “Hey, H.” Harry nearly melts at the name. “It’s good to see you.”
Hugging feels intimate in the quiet hallway, and Harry stops himself a few times from breathing her in, the scent of her perfume that he knows too well bringing back memories that existed only in the furthest depths of his memory. He smiles warmly when she loosens her grip and steps away, saying something about seeing him at the aisle and saving a dance for her, something along those lines. He was too in awe of her to be paying all that much attention, in all honesty.
Harry watched as she walked away, and silently beat himself up for not saying more.
Harry’s hand was shaking against his side when YN walked towards him at the base of the aisle. He silently told his brain to ‘quit fucking around’ but it didn’t do all that much. She slinked her arm through his and smiled, nodding towards where the other bridesmaids were already walking and waiting for them. He didn’t notice that he was keeping them behind.
Green eyes are on her the entire ceremony, and she surely notices. Everyone does. Nearly to the point where one of the groomsmen nudge his arm and make him stare at the bride for even a nanosecond. Harry shrugs it off, saying that it’s nothing and that’s he’s fine, but everyone knows that he’s swimming with regret and unanswered questions.
He is fine. Harry’s fine. He’s fine until YN walks over and says, “I think you owe me a dance.”
Harry smiles his signature smile and stands, leaving his whiskey on the table and scooting his chair against the hardwood floor, taking her hand that’s stretched out for him and bravely kissing her knuckles. YN smiles, and he knows that wherever this is going, it’s nowhere near what the worst-case scenario he created in his head might have been.
“God, I love this song,” she says as soon as they make their way to the dance floor. “I’m working on their stage, right now. They have a tour coming up, this year.”
Harry circles his arms around her waist, exactly like he used to, and brings her into his chest, their faces mere inches from each other. Her hands lay on his shoulders, inching towards his neck, and the way their eyes are staring into each other’s make him know that there is still something there, even in the slightest capacity. “Busy bee, as always.”
“Have to do something with my time,” she giggles, shrugging her shoulders and licking her lips. Harry remembers that she does this when she’s nervous, and for the first time that night, it feels like his nerves begin to ease. “How are you? How’s everything?”
“Eh, well, I’m okay, I guess,” Harry says, and he believes that to be true. He is okay. He knows better than to lie to her, too. YN has a radar for bullshit. “I wrote two albums, this year.”
“Two?” YN blinks, waiting for confirmation. When Harry doesn’t say anything in return, she continues, “That’s amazing, H. I’m really proud of you.”
Harry doesn’t know how to react to that sentiment, because, although it feels painfully good to hear, it is still painful, nonetheless. “That means a lot coming from you.”
“It’s been a while since we talked,” she says softly, sliding her arms further around his shoulders and clasping her hands together behind his neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t reach out sooner. I, there were things I wanted to tell you, and I wanted to share with you, but I just couldn’t. Things felt too raw. I wanted to talk, but every time I would go to dial your number, it was like, a mental block.”
Harry nods sadly, almost like he’s agreeing with her. “I know. I almost called, I almost texted. Good amount of almost things. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“H, we said we’d stay friends.”
“Am I not your friend, YN?” Harry chuckles, but she knows that there is pain behind it, an aching question that is dying to be answered unless the answer is something neither of them wants to admit. “Honestly, I just thought you’d moved on or hated me. I resigned to either of those reasons. I was okay with either, as long as you’re happy. That’s all I wanted to know.”
“Harry,” she says, shaking her head adamantly and meeting his glassy stare, “that’s the last thing from the truth.”
Harry doesn’t say anything for a minute or two, maybe more, and YN is beginning to wonder if this conversation was a mistake. His silence is deafening and there’s a moment where she thinks she’ll slip out of his grasp, only to feel his palms widen on her back and one hand slip away to take her hand and spin her around. Harry smiles softly and listens to her laugh, and soaks in the sound, very unaware of where the conversation will go afterwards.
Music still plays behind them, and couples come and go from the dance floor. Harry and YN mind their business, dancing quietly and leaning into each other and soaking at the moment that feels like it could last a lifetime. His hand is holding hers, his other splayed across her lower back, and her cheek is resting on his shoulder when he whispers, “I still love you.”
Her hair falls down her back and across her face when she turns her head on his shoulder, and Harry reaches forward with their interlocked hands and brushes it away from her cheek. His expression is neutral, calm, and she can barely tell if she was meant to hear the confession or not. “Harry.”
“I still love you.”
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Hello! I see that requests are open. So can I request a scenario with Ace bringing his s/o with him to his home on summer break. But he totally forgot to tell his family about her(fem reader or gender neutral if you want). So imagine the shock in their faces. The rest is up to you. Love your writing btw 💖
Note: I apologize it took so long. I'm bad at describing Ace's character and I know so little about his family. So I gave all of his family members appearance from my imagination. Hope It's okay!
Note№2: Sorry if it's bad, I tried my best. And thank yous for the compliment!
Ace x fem!reader
"Are you sure, you didn't forget anything?" Looking at Ace suspiciously, you hand him one of your bags. "I did not forget anything! How many times do I need to tell you this?" You look at him with one eyebrow raised. "Why are you looking at me like that?!" You sigh, turning away from him to shake your head.
Currently you and your boyfriend were waiting for your turn to face the mirror teleporter. It's been a long time since you were out of school. Last time was probably on one of your dates. Sighing to yourself, you can't help but feel worry. There's something you both forgot to do you most likely forgot to tell Ace what he forgot to do.
"Hey, I know you're worried about meeting my family but it's going to be fine, they'll love you." Ace say's with a small nudge on your shoulder. He continues with a wide grin "You'll bond and become really close to them. They'll probably even try to invite you to most family dinners. There's nothing to be worried about! We'll be fine!" Chuckling to yourself, you look at him with a small smile on your face "Whenever you say that, there is something to worry about." Ace looks at you, like you have just offended his whole family tree "HEY!"
Laughing at one another like that, you don't notice how time seems to pass by. It was your turn already to teleport when you were ready to hit Ace with one of your bags he dared to say that you don't actually help with overbolts. You reach out your hand to Ace. Grinning like an idiot, he takes your hand in his. Into the unknown you go, as they say it.
Time skip brought to you by me not knowing enough about Ace's family-
And here you were standing in front of a door. It's an absolutely regular door of a regular house but to you it looked like gates of hell themselves. Nervously smiling you look at Ace. "Are you sure they're going to like me?" He gave out an annoyed whine. "Yes, they will like! Now for the Great Seven, can we please come inside already? Or are you still scared?" Last part of his speech followed by a smug grin. Pouting, you turn away from him and ring the doorbell.
A few seconds of silence were followed by a some shouting on the inside and a few loud bangs. Gulping, you look at Ace, who looked at you back. Right at that moment,the door swings open. "Who the fu-! Oh...eh...hello." Standing before you was Ace's brother? There's no other explanation to their similarity. The only difference is a hair style and lack of a heart under his eye. "Who's there?!" Females voice rang trough the hall. "It's Ace and his... Friend!" The taller version of your boyfriend replied. This was getting awkward really fast.
"Actually that's my girlfriend!" Ace announces proudly, pulling your l by your waist closer to him. The face of his brother was priceless. Eyes wide, mouth agape, he was looking at you and back at him. Then he let out a whizz. "Yeah and I'm the Queen of hearts! Okay that's a good joke but oh my-" he starts to laugh uncomfortably. "Quit it dumbass, I'm dead serious! She is my girlfriend. I told you about her!" Tightening his grip on you, Ace continues arguing with his brother, which causes older Trappola to hold on too a doorframe and laugh even harder.
"Oi! What are you all barking about here?" Before you appeared a woman, probably Ace's mother, Mrs Trappola. She looks like she could take out a wild bear in a fight. A bit plumped, with short curly brown hair, chocolate like eyes, wooden spoon in her hand, she stands in front of you with her hands crossed over her chest. "Can you believe it? Our baby boy Ace trys to tell me this girl is his girlfriend!" While oldest of Trappola brothers continues to laugh his brains out, woman turns her head your direction and gazes at you with a look that could surely incinerate you, if she wanted. "Is that truth young lady?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. You nod with your head aggressively, holding onto Ace's arm. This woman is so intimidating and you just met her!
Bright smile appears on her face. "Welcome to the Trappola family my dear!" And your enveloped in a warm hug. Blinking a few times you hug Mrs Trappola back. Ace's brother immediately stoped laughing. "Wait, you weren't joking?! Holy Seven- Dad!!!" A loud thud is heard from the inside of a house. Next thing you know, there's a man standing before you in a fighting pose, like there's some kind of a danger. Looking around confused, Mr Trappola straights up, fixing his clothes a bit, he pretends like nothing happened. "What's all this yelling about?" Mr. Trappola is a tall, linky man, with a short bright red hair, crimson eyes and a big mustache. He looks like he haven't slept in a while.
"Our son brought a girl home!" Finally letting go of you, Mrs Trappola turns to her husband with a bright smile and sparkles in her eyes. Immediately father of the family throws his hands up in air and yells a loud 'YOOHOO'. They high five each other. Ace's older brother starts laughing again. "Everyone stop!!!" Your boyfriend, as red as Riddle's hair, trys to stop this mockery by pushing his parents apart. "Why? Our son finally has a significant other that he thinks is worthy to be shown to us!" Before Ace could object that statement, he was sucked into a big family hug.
"Don't just stand there! You're in for a hug too!" Mrs Trappola says, while her husband stretches his arm out, welcoming you in. And you're in for another hug, sandwiched between Trappola brothers. After what gelt like eternity, you were finally free. "Oh! Now, why are you standing outside like some homeless cats? Let's go inside!" With that, you and Ace's brother follow Mrs Trappola inside, while her husband and and your boyfriend are getting your bags.
Time skip brought you by my lack of knowledge about Ace's character-
"…And that's Ace on his first day of school! Isn't he adorable?" Mrs Trappola is showing yet another picture of little Ace. Little boy was standing with a giant backpack on his back and banquet of flowers in his hands, tired but still bright smile shinning on his face. "He is! I can't believe he was so cute, whom am I kidding he still is!" You and your boyfriend's mother are getting along very well. Sitting on their couch, you look at Trappola's family album. "MUM!!! Stop!" Ace is hopeless trys to steel album from his mother. "Young man, as your mother, it is my duty to show whole you, past and present, to your significant other and embarrass the living hell out of you. So, no." Pushing Ace away, with her free hand, she continues. "And this is him with his new classmates!"
Trappola family are such a nice people. They took you in, like you were and old friend of theirs. Even though they were mocking each other, you could see with how much love they did it. Ace's older brother, telling you about Ace's 1 girlfriend and how he cried when she broke up with him. Mrs Trappola telling you some really embarrassing stories about both brothers. Mr Trappola sharing some inside family jokes. You had dinner with them. Ace's mother's cooking skills are beyond limits. Fried chicken tastes so good, especially with the 'family-secret' sauce and salad. And don't get me started on the pies she made, my lord-
At the end, you and Ace got to his old room to sleep. Particularly facepalming onto his bed, your boyfriend let's out a loud groan. "Tired?" You sit near him on his bed. Nodding , Ace turns on his back to look at you. "You know, I finally realized what you forgot to do." Quirking and eyebrow he sits up a bit. "And what is it, that great me forgot to do?" A small smug smile appears on his face.
"You forgot to tell your family, you have a girlfriend."
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A Girl Named Ivy
Warning: None! Unless you dislike fluff
Word Count: 2350
Synopsis: Just a cute lazy day with Jake and his little girl
Thank you so much for this request @anditsmywholeheart , I can’t even begin to explain how much joy it brought me to write. Hopefully you love it--- and that you don’t mind that I named her, I find it a lot easier to write when I have names.
Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart @babydxll
Jake let out a weak sigh as he could feel small shifts of weight on the bed. The movements were slow, as if trying not to wake him up. It wasn't long before the shifting stopped and there was soft pattering leading away from the bed. Jake couldn't help but peak his eyes open to see what was happening. He could see a tiny figure standing at the window on the far side of the room. The small figure wore a set of blue floral pajamas, with soft brown hair falling over her shoulders, she was on her tippy toes trying to see outside.
"...Ivy... what are you doing?" Jake called in a groggy manner, which immediately caused the little girls head to turn and look at him.
"Mommies gone again…" she tells him lightly, "I wanted to see her before she left." Ivy admits in a sad tone. It was a rather normal thing for Ivy to check and see if (Y/N)'s car was there in the morning, she still hadn't managed to get herself up early enough despite all of her vows to do so.
Jake couldn't help but smile a little, "Come here sweetie." He tells her, lightly lifting his arm and moving the blanket a touch. Ivy was rather quick to scramble her way back to the side of the bed and climb back up so she could cuddle into Jake's chest.
Jake wraps his arm around her tiny figure giving her a small kiss on the top of her head, "Mommy will be back before you know it. She always is." He whispers against her hair, his hand rubbing her back in a loving way.
"But why does she have to go? You don't have to go away everyday." Ivy points out, wiping her little nose with the back of her hand.
Jake smiles a little, "Well, we have to make money so we can pay for all your toys and clothes." He tells her beginning to twirl her hair around his finger. It always surprised Jake just how much Ivy looked like him; she had his soft brown hair that always sat so sweetly on her shoulders, her eyes… they were the same color as (Y/N)'s but their shape was just like his when he was small.
"Well… I don't need any more toys." Ivy tells him, "Do you think if I tell Mommy that, she'd stay home with me?"
Jake softly laughs pushing her hair away from her face and looking into her eyes. "Maybe… but y'know we can have lots of fun without Mommy here sweetheart."
Ivy pouts a little, "You always say that…" She utters; she may have all of Jake's features but that pout was pure (Y/N).
"Annnnd? Don't we have fun?" He asks her. To which Ivy shakes her head. "No?! What do you mean no?!" Jake quickly responds, a small frown appearing on his lips. "Daddy isn't fun?" She again shook her head. "What?!" Jake quickly says again, hands moving to her sides, "Daddy isn't fun?!" He quickly asks, beginning to tickle Ivy’s sides.
She just as swiftly begins to giggle and try to push his hands away, "S-Stop--!" She giggles, Jake complies and instead pulls her into a tight hug for a moment.
"I think you just don't want to admit that Daddy is more fun than Mommy. It's okay you can tell me…!" Jake whispers by her ear, "I won't tell Mommy." He continues.
Ivy seems to think over this idea for a moment or two before lifting her little hand, "Pinky promise?" She whispers back as if (Y/N) was in the room now.
"Pinky promise." Jake tells her, locking one of his calloused pinkies with hers. They were so small, Jake couldn't help but stare at her tiny hand for a moment. Four years had gone by so fast, it felt like he closed his eyes and when he opened them again Ivy had sprouted up and was preparing to go to kindergarten.
Jake could still remember the first time he got to hold her in his arms… it felt...as if everything in his life had purposefully led up to that exact moment. Jake had tried his best to not let on how big of a deal this was to him to other people; of course, (Y/N) knew.
Just like the moment (Y/N) had told him that she was pregnant… his tough guy façade crumbled, and he became a crying mess. They were happy tears of course… just overwhelmingly happy ones. Jake held the small bundle close to him, "I'm your dad…!" He lightly whispered, to her--- and more importantly to himself. “...I’m your dad.”
Jake immediately bit his lip a little having recalled that very special moment in his life. He refused to cry as he looked down at his little girl who was growing up faster than he ever could have imagined.
"Daddy?" She lightly called him.
"Yes Ivy?" He responds softly, her hands cupping his cheeks.
"You look sad!" She tells him honestly, seeming to have noticed the change in how he looked at her. Jake could never quite grasp just how good kids were at picking up on people's emotions.
Jake shook his head giving her little palms a kiss, "No! I'm not sad, just thinking~" He tells her with a tender smile. "I was thinking about a fun thing we could do today… to surprise Mommy?" He lightly suggests.
"To surprise Mommy?!" Ivy soon beamed, her little cheeks were so cute when she smiled.
Jake nodded, "To surprise Mommy." He hums as she moves to kiss her nose. "What do you think of making cupcakes?"
"Chocolate cupcakes?!" Ivy quickly suggests,
"Is there any other kind?" Jake smiles at her, Ivy quickly sits up and starts to dance a little.
"Come on Daddy!! Let's go make them!" She urges, taking his hand and trying to pull him to sit up. She was clearly excited, pushing her hair out of her face.
Jake chuckles a little as he sits up, "First." He starts, "We have to get you dressed for the day okay?" He tells her.
She was already crawling her way towards the door, "Can I pick my clothes?!" Ivy eagerly asks, next to vibrating with the new found excitement for the day.
"Sure, honey." Jake smiles lightly watching as she happily hops off the side of the bed and begins running down the hall. "No white clothes Ivy. You hear me?!" He yells.
"Okay!" She yells back.
Jake now stood in the bathroom, brushing back Ivy's hair. She was now dressed in a light purple summer dress that ruffled down to a flowy bottom at her knees. On her feet were mismatched socks, one covered in orange flowers, the other ladybugs. And of course as a crowning glory she wore a long pink beaded necklace. "How do you want your hair this morning?" He lightly asks her, looking at her in the mirror.
She taps her chin, "Two buns?" Ivy suggests.
"Two buns eh?" Jake utters, "Not just one big bun?" He asks her, he wasn’t surprised by the choice. Ivy seemed to like her hair in two buns or a fancy braid normally; that being said (Y/N) normally did her hair because she was much better at it. Jake began to divide her hair so he could pull the two sections up the way she wanted.
"Are you going to have a big bun Daddy?" She asks, her gaze showing she was looking up at him in the bathroom mirror.
"Well I was thinking about it."
"Can I do it for you??" Ivy quickly asks him, watching as he tied the one side into a messy but sweet bun. It was different from how (Y/N) did her buns but Ivy knew her dad was trying his best.
"It'd be faster for me to do it, honey..." Jake tells her. Ivy did his hair very often and Jake really did love letting her play with it, but he assumed she would want to get straight to baking today.
Ivy bit at her cheek for a second watching him start on her second bun. "I want to do it for you." She reaffirms, "When you do buns they're so messy… I want Daddy to look pretty today." Ivy tells him pointedly.
Jake looks down at her pretending to be offended by that statement. "Hey! I thought I was pretty good at it…!”
Ivy seemed to make a slightly disgusted face as she shook her head, making Jake smile even wider. “Well how would you do it then?” He asks her, handing her the hair brush now that he had finished up her buns.
Ivy spun around on the stool and pulled him down by his arm, “Turn around!” She tells him, Jake gives her a peck on the cheek before sitting down with his back facing her. Her hands were quickly in his hair, yanking the brush mercilessly through any knots Jake had in his hair. He wouldn’t say anything, not wanting to kill her little creative spark. He just bit his lip and allowed her to tug and pull until finally she seemed happy with the little bun she had made on the top of his head. “Where is the thing Daddy?” Ivy asks him, clearly looking for an elastic or scrunchie.
“On the counter baby.” He replies, suddenly getting a sharp pull on his head. She was reaching for one of her floral scrunchies to put in his hair. Once she found one it took her a few minutes to get it in his hair.
“There!” She hums giving him a small smack on his shoulders.
Jake looked up at her, before getting up and turning to look in the mirror, “Oh wait!” Ivy stopped him pulling him down by his hand once more before opening a drawer and pulling out a white headband of (Y/N)’s and quickly pushing it down on Jake’s head. “There! Now you’re beautiful.” She hums.
Jake finally looked at himself in the mirror, curious to see just how messy his hair was. Ivy had actually done a bang up job for the most part, aside from a few little pieces poking up. “I love it.” He smiles, leaning down to give her little kisses on her cheek, “Thank you Ivy.”
Ivy grinned proudly at her handy work.
After a few more stops during their morning routine, Jake and Ivy were now in the kitchen. Ivy knew the drill: she had to get her stool, she also had to find her apron, and most importantly she had to put some music on for the two of them. Ivy began to dig through the records trying to find her favorite album he had buried away. Finally she pulled free an album and handed it to Jake carefully, knowing very well how delicate records were. “The space ship one!” She cheers, having picked out Boston’s album.
The sight of it made him smile, he knew she only liked it because it had a space ship on it but it still made him happy that she wanted to listen to something like that. “You know what to do.” He lightly tells her, not moving to help her just watching carefully as she placed the record on the turntable and very carefully moved the needle over it,
“Right there?” She asks him, wanting to make sure she would drop it in the right spot. Jake leaned a little closer and soon nodded,
“Right there. Remember to put it down slowly.” He says. Ivy did so with ease, having done this many many times, within seconds music began to fill the house. “Good job!” Jake hums offering his hand for a high five, Ivy happily hit it and began to the kitchen excitedly.
The rest of the afternoon was full of fun as Ivy worked with Jake to bake some beautiful surprise cupcakes for (Y/N). They were covered in batter and icing by the time they were done, sprinkles all over the counter from all of the decorating they had done. As it drew closer to the evening Ivy had cuddled herself up on the couch and fallen asleep watching a movie, she couldn’t wait for (Y/N) to get home so she could give her the prettiest cupcake she had made.
The front door of the house soon creaked open, keys jingling as (Y/N) called out. “I’m home!”
“In the kitchen.” Jake responded softly, not really wanting to wake Ivy up yet.
(Y/N) stepped into the kitchen to find Jake cleaning everything up as well as a plate full of cupcakes on the counter. It immediately brought a smile to (Y/N)’s lips, “You guys clearly had a fun day.”
Jake smiled back at her, “Those are supposed to be a surprise, so you better act surprised when she shows you them.” He points out, as he continued to scrub out one of the bowls.
(Y/N) came up behind Jake to hug him from behind and place a small kiss on his neck, “I will~” She smiles resting her head on his shoulder, “It was a fun day though?”
Jake nodded, turning a little to place a soft kiss on (Y/N)’s lips, “Y’know what?” He whispers,
“What?” (Y/N) asks.
“She says that I’m funner than you.” He grins being very proud of this.
“What?!” (Y/N) laughs, Jake just kept nodding, not saying anything else. “Well we’ve gotta change that.” She continues pulling back from him and beginning towards the hallway, “Is she in the living room?”
“Yeah she’s sleeping.” Jake hums,
(Y/N) nodded as she started her way down it, “Ivy! Mommies home!”
Jake could hear her call as he turned back to the dishes, his smile wouldn’t dampen. He still couldn’t believe just how lucky he was… to have this beautiful little family. More importantly, how lucky he was to have his sweet little girl named Ivy.
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and into the nightfall, my love (i keep your heart next to mine)
warnings: lucid dreaming/sharing dreams with other people, mention of night terrors and intrusive thoughts, please let me know if i’ve missed anything!
pairing: virgil/logan
word count: 1,278
notes: this is for day 3 of @analogicalweek! the prompt of the day is “nightmares/dreams” and i have decided to write about dreams! title is from “the disease” by angels & airwaves off their album “the dream walker.” please enjoy!
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Logan has earned a reputation with his fellow astronomy camp counselors as one early to sleep, late to rise, and with naps snatched in between.
The only person who can compete with him is Remy, which barely counts, as he is very open about his narcolepsy disorder. He jokes about it frequently.
Astronomy camp is slated to have campers with all kinds of sleeping habits. It's a major aspect of the territory—due to the nature of what they all study, even the campers most inclined to be early birds take on some form of nocturnality.
Fortunately for Logan, that's not much of an adjustment. He was already a year deep into his masters degree, and besides that, he had found himself adjusting to get used to Virgil's seemingly random hours of rest for a year and a half before that. Therefore, people could poke fun at him all they liked—it’s not like they really knew what Logan got up to when he seemed to be snoozing in his bunk.
It has become much easier to pinpoint precisely when he falls asleep since he has become boyfriends with Virgil. Today, as soon as he falls asleep after a long night of teaching teenagers about supernovae, he finds himself in a field.
It’s a familiar field. The grass is much softer than grass in the waking world, with no chance of causing an allergic reaction; there is no need for a picnic blanket or towel, here.
He knows that if he turns his head and looks toward the horizon, the sky would be streaked with purple and navy in a way that is vaguely reminiscent of a sunset, but it’s against a night sky in a configuration that could not possibly happen in the real world.
He knows if he turns his head to examine the sky, the stars will be far brighter and far more visible than they were on an average night; it’s as if the stars have been pulled closer to earth, just for them.
He knows if he turns his head, he will see a conglomeration of flowers gleaming like tiny stars fallen to the earth, and fireflies much brighter than could be natural bobbing about, bumping into the glow-in-the-dark bumblebees that are feeding lazily from the star-flowers.
He has no desire to turn his head, though, because Virgil looks away from what looks like a book, except Logan knows that it isn’t, because sleeping brains cannot interpret letters in the same way that waking brains can. Virgil’s seemingly startled by the sudden appearance of Logan lying down with his head in his lap.
“Hey there, honey.” He cards his fingers through Logan’s hair in greeting, smiling down at him.
“Hello,” Logan says, pleased. “Have you been asleep for long?”
Virgil hums vaguely, in the way he usually does whenever his sleeping schedule does not quite stack up to Logan’s expectations for a healthy sleep schedule.
He supposes that it would be a bit difficult to ask his magical boyfriend whose domain hovers in the land of unconsciousness to maintain a sleeping schedule suited for a perfectly normal person, though.
This field is one of Virgil’s most common locales. He has others—a house with a bizarre conglomeration of styles in separated into innumerable rooms, a library with shelves arching dizzyingly upward with no end in sight, a lakeside picnic that seems to be on Venus, a restaurant that can serve any food you imagine with various dishes on tables that spiral out, the center of a hedge maze that is home to various living statues—but Logan likes the field. He finds it quite restful.
“How was camp today?” Virgil asks instead, scratching his fingernails through Logan’s scalp, making Logan shiver, and he closes his eyes.
“Good,” he sighs. “I talked about supernovae today.”
“Oh, cool, did you incite an existential panic talking about the death of the universe?”
“No,” Logan denies immediately. Then he thinks about it. He opens his eyes, and admits, “Well, two of them looked somewhat stressed exiting the lecture, so maybe.”
Virgil snorts, setting aside the book—it is a book cover, Logan can tell, but if one looked at where pages would normally be, it is filled with a swirling purple-and-black light that makes him headachey and see double if he looks at it too long. He turns his eyes away. These books somehow imbibe magical beings with knowledge, though Logan isn’t quite sure how. He is not magical, and as such he can’t behold these study materials without effect the way Virgil can. He is only a little bitter about it.
“Ack, sorry,” Virgil says, noticing Logan’s discomfort, and tosses the book into the air. It arcs upwards, and vanishes at the zenith of the throw—no book to come crashing back to earth. He resumes scratching at Logan’s scalp.
“How was your day?” Logan asks, looking up at the sky. The constellations are much more accurate than they were when Logan first entered Virgil’s domain when they started dating—he is always at least a little touched, seeing evidence of the influence he has on Virgil’s life.
Granted, the stars are much larger and brighter to be truly accurate, but. This is a domain where fireflies and bumblebees get along and stars are captured in flowers. Logic and accuracy don’t apply here.
“Eh, fine,” Virgil says. “Someone mixed up me and Roman’s services again.”
It is an understandable mix-up, if an annoying one. Virgil’s domain is in dreams, whereas Roman’s is in daydreams. A minute difference but a very important one—it boils down to Virgil being more powerful at night, and Roman more powerful in the day. Also, due to this dichotomy, their powers are entirely disparate.
“But I got to help them anyway,” he continues. “They’re dealing with night terrors and intrusive thoughts, poor thing.”
“Which tincture did you give them?” He asks, interested.
“If they follow my directions right and actually drank it?” Virgil says. “They should be dreaming about a nice night on the beach. Eating s’mores next to a bonfire, ocean in the background, their friends.”
Logan hums softly. “That does sound nice.”
Virgil shrugs, but he looks quietly pleased with himself. Helping people with night terrors is one of his favorite aspects of his work; Logan knows that the creation of so many domains was a struggle, for him, as Virgil had to wrestle with his own night terrors in order to gain better control.
“Would you like to visit somewhere like that?” Virgil asks.
Logan smiles, reaching up to cup Virgil’s cheek. “You can take me anywhere you like, as long as I’m with you.”
Virgil leans down, pressing his lips to Logan’s, and as Logan closes his eyes, he feels the sensation of Virgil changing their sensations—it’s a bit like being surrounded by rapidly heating, melting ice cream.
There’s the sound of the ocean in the background, and sand that is smooth and will never get entrenched in uncomfortable places, and the warmth and sound of a crackling fire, but Logan does not open his eyes.
Intellectually, he is aware that his body is in its bunk at camp. He knows that he is not actually on a magical beach. But the warmth of Virgil’s hand, the wetness of Virgil’s lips, it all feels so real.
He is kissing his boyfriend, and he and his beloved will never have true cause to miss each other, because so long as he and Virgil are asleep at the same time, they won’t be parted, even if Logan travels halfway across the world.
A magical beach could not compare to having Virgil. It could not even come close.
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Behave Peaches (Jaehyun x reader)
I made this for a Suho request, but I guess I can rework on this and make it for another member. Here we go
warning : this is kind of steamy, I don’t want my innocent readers to fall into the dark hole, but it’s your choice and risk. suggestive Jaehyun is hot 😏🔥
Everything is still cold, the wind is blowing cool winds, but the streets are red. It’s a pretty scenery, seeing the cold winter starts to turn into a prettier spring-ish season (though not 100% yet, they’re going there). Chinese New Year is around the corner and your lover has invited you over to have dinner with his family. You cannot go home to your homeland and celebrate Chinese New Year with your family, but Jaehyun is here to save your day.
You finally finish your nine to five work today and bid farewell for the long holiday to your colleagues. Your phone rings as you step into the lift. Your smile appears when you see the caller ID name.
There on your screen is the picture of Jaehyun flashing. You pick up the call, “Hey Jaehyunnie,” you call him by his sweet name.
Jaehyun smiles though you cannot see it, “Hey peaches, I am downstairs already. You’re done with work?”
You watch the elevator shows you’re descending from the 12th floor to the basement, where your lover usually picks you up.
“Yeah I’m in the lift, you’re here already?”
“Yes, I am here. Should I pick you in the lobby?”
You chukle, “No need, it’s faster for me to find your car. Okay I’m walking to the car now. I see you!” You still leave the phone on call and run a bit to reach his car.
Jaehyun greets you as soon as you make it into his black Maserati.
“Hey, you don’t have to run. You might fall and I don’t want you to fall.” He leans in to peck your cheek and you only smile while putting on your seatbelt.
“All set, we’re ready to go home. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year eve , I am both excited and nervous.”
Jaehyun presses his gas and we move away from the parking lot. He focuses on the road while asking you questions , “Why? We’ll just have dinner.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah with your parents.”
He doesn’t seem to get your anxiety, “And?”
You close your eyes and take a deep breathe, seriously sometimes he can be the man with a sexy brain, but other times like now he cannot understand basic situation like this.
“What if they do not like me.”
Your boyfriend grins and extends his right hand to hold your left hand, “They won’t. They’ll love you.”
You groan, “Well that is what all people will say.”
The man with the face of an angel squeezes your palm, “To tell you the truth, they have been expecting me to bring you for a dinner since last year, but I just got the chance to bring you tomorrow.”
You know Jaehyun is busy last year with his NCT concert and he had to skipped his family dinner last time because he was in the other side of the hemisphere. Tomorrow however, will be the day he officially introduces you to the Jungs.
“Calm down okay, why don’t we prepare ourselves first so that tomorrow you’re not nervous.”
You want to laugh, but you cant. You’re really nervous but at the same time thinks doing a recital will just make it silly.
“Let’s not talk about this. We should enjoy the holiday… I say we start by eating dinner in that sushi place my princess loves.”
Jaehyun swerves right and changes lane, your stomach grumbles in anticipation when you hear sushi.
“You really know how to treat me like a princess eh?”
He clicks his tongue, “That’s the least I can do.”
He was right, eating dinner and talking about the busy week over some sushi and sake is a good way to relax.
“So, you’re working on your Japanese album? Interesting, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Jaehyun laughs, “I wanted to surprise you, but I can’t hold it back any longer.”
“Okay keep it secret, surprise me when the album is out.”
He scrunches his nose and steals a kiss from you, “Alright if that is what you want. Shall we go home? You’re quite red.”
Well your alcohol tolerance is moderate, but your face will go red after a certain time and Jaehyun knows when to bring you home.
You smile and nod, “Okay Yoonoh.” a smirk comes to your face while a blush comes to his.
He pays the bill and carefully helps you walk to the car, you’re not drunk but he wants to make sure you did not twist your ankle in that heels.
Once the black car enters the royal residence, the automatic gates open and Jaehyun parks his car nicely. Carefully you and Jaehyun enter the house and you sigh in relieve when your feet touch the grounds.
“Whew best feeling ever.”
Jaehyun just laughs and walks to heat up the room. It’s 5-degree Celcius out there.
“You want to shower first?” Jaehyun turns on the water faucet to fill in the tub. You nod your head, “I think I need some me time.”
So, like the gentleman he is, he prepares the hot water to your favorite temperature and pours in the stress relieving oils.
You bun your hair and strips from the uncomfortable working suit you wore for the whole day. You clean up your make up first with a toner and only in your lingerie you wrap your body in the silk bathrobe.
“Bath is ready,” Jaehyun screams from the toilet, you quickly make your way to the shower, just to see Jaehyun already sitting on the side of the tub with loosen tie and shirt.
You bite your lips, his collar bone peeking from his unbuttoned shirt is enough to make you feel something tingling in your stomach.
“Thank you, why don’t you join me?” You bravely invite him over while you peel off the silk robe and drop them down elegantly.
Jaehyun’s eyes change when he sees what you have underneath the piece of cloth.
“You’re wearing that to work? Laces for works. Sexy.” He quirks his eyebrows.
You shyly nod your head “Well yeah, I kind of ran out of the regular ones. I forgot to do the laundry.”
Jaehyun whistles, “Alright, remember you’re the one inviting me over.”
You did not mind his words, just toss everything off and step into the big tub. You moan in delight when the feel of the hot water hugs your skin and give a slight burning sensation.
“Ah yes, I really need this.” You lean into the side and close your eyes only to be disturbed by Jaehyun’s attempt to enter the tub.
He carefully picks you up, so you’re seated between him and you only close your eyes more when you feel his hardness touching your back.
“Um Jae, you’re-“
He shuts you up with one touch on your neck, you gasp when he whispers into your ear, “Look what you did to me.”
You squirm in his touch; it’s been a while and just a fingertip of his hand on your skin already makes you desire for more.
He kisses you deeply until you’re out of breath. You focus to fill your lungs with air and soft like a whisper, Jaehyun puts his lips next to your ear. His next sentence makes your hair stands.
With his deep voice you can hear his inner beast growling, “You can’t really blame me, can you? You can only blame yourself.” He ghosts a slight hot breath on your sensitive neck and with a smirk Jae kisses you once again, “You did this to me, now you’re responsible for this.”
You know you’re not going to have the recital for tomorrow’s dinner, tonight it’s going to be a long night and you’re not against it.
“Guess I’ll make you crazy tonight.” You smirk to him and you know you’ve woken the wild side of your softie boyfriend once he replies you with, “Behave my peaches.”
the end.
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The Name of the Rose
Summary: Your study-buddy Doh Kyungsoo comes with you for a long-awaited trip to Tokyo, Japan. There is a tension between you, however both of you decided to build a friendship instead of a relationship.
Content: Unestablished relationship, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Anger, Slight Violence, Emotional Complications and Healing.
Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.
Note: This story was inspired by D.O.’s album, Empathy, the album of 2021 in my opinion. It is an ongoing mini project, I planned to write it as a one-shot when I started, however I realized there are a lot to say about Empathy Era and I cannot stop shut my mouth, or prevent myself from writing… So, here we go.
Second chapter, the Hunter and the Goddess is out :)
Word Count: 3.6k
Chapter 1: The Hunter and the Gazelle
Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.
You were excited.
No, it was not the correct word to be used. You were hyperactive, more than your usual self, and God knows that everyone could testify on how hectic your personality was. According to your family and very close friends, you were a walking catastrophe, funny but a fucking tease and potentially dangerous for environment.
And now, as you had been waiting for your flight, you could not manage to even stay still. Your hands were everywhere, you proved yourself again by dismantling your tote bag as poor thing was on your lap and you were playing with it unconsciously.
“Enough.” you heard your companion’s baritone voice tone. “If you will continue like this, you have to buy your belongings again in Japan. Do you have that much money?”
He reached to you and took the bag from your lap. For a second, his fingers brushed your thighs, and you lost your concentration during that fucking second.
Focus! you told yourself.
“I can always lend some money from you.” you cocked one of your eyebrows. “What? Will you bare me from some bucks?”
“Yes.” he was always plain and simple. On the contrary of you. “Unless if it is not a necessary. I am not a guy of sharing.”
What type of guy you are, can you give me a demonstration?
Your trip to Japan made you very excited, but you had to confess at least to yourself in the depts of your mind. What made you frenzied was the presence of your companion.
Doh Kyungsoo.
Your long-term study-buddy. Actually, he was more than a study-buddy, he was a kind of your comfort zone, even though you never express your opinions about him. You have known each other for almost 7 years since the last year of bachelor. Both of you continued your ways in academic world and you were currently being Ph.D. candidates.
To be honest, he never lose his impacts on you. You had a sweet spot for him since almost the beginning of your friendship which made him more than a study-buddy. It did not mean that you were restraining yourself from having dates time to time, but all of them were ended up with the same result.
They were clever and handsome guys, but they were not Doh Kyungsoo.
Sometimes you could not help but wonder, how it would be if you did not meet him as a friend? Could you two manage having a relationship as your best friend, Baekhyun, supported like a bloody zealot? Or one of you would give up as your brother, Jongdae, always believed?
“Hey!” you heard Kyungsoo’s voice and jumped off from the bench. “Come back to your senses or we are going to miss the plane.”
“And you are going to take its money from me.” your murmured inside of your mouth but obliged to what he said by starting to walk. He was generally quiet during flights, but you knew his mouth will not be shut when you will visit the restaurants he wanted to try.
He does not come for Tokyo, he comes for fucking eels, octopuses, or crabs. Kyungsoo and his appetite.
“Naturally.” he approved your words on money, but there was a ghost of smile on his lips. “Since you are the one who became a sleeping beauty.”
Do you think I am beautiful?
This was another problem you had. With Kyungsoo, you were so relaxed, and you felt extremely safe, so you did not need to control yourself as you generally did. Of course, it was a good omen for your friendship, as much as you were sure Kyungsoo never lied to you, it was also a disadvantage on your part, because sometimes you wanted to ask some questions that should be remained in silence.
“If we would be fairy tales,” you smirked. “I would be Belle while you are the Beast.”
“Fine by me.” he shrugged his shoulder. “He is a very good guy. I am happy for Belle; she understands the assignment. You would not most probably.”
“Sweetheart, you are slow to catch the signs.” you playfully smacked his shoulder when you reached to the control point. You thought he would be annoyed, but he stopped and seriously gazed at you. You shivered and wondered why he was looking at you like he wanted to say something.
“What?” you inhaled.
“Since when I am slow to catch the signs?” he pressed on every word of his sentence, and to your dismay he used that voice tone, almost a whisper but goddamn strong. “Give me an example.”
You shuttered down, and this was the last problem you had with Kyungsoo, he was the only one who could make your brain stop working especially in times when the occasion calls for full-speed devilish progress. You just stared at him and shrugged your shoulder.
“Eh Soo,” you murmured. “You missed a lot of beautiful girls, right?”
Your response was so weak even to your ears. If Chanyeol, number two best friend of you, could hear your words, he would burst into laughs by hitting everyone beside him. You could imagine Junmyeon’s disgusted face as a plus.
“I did not miss anyone, my dear.” he chuckled. “Let me rephrase, anyone I want just one exception, but exceptions do not ruin the calculation in your famous mindset.”
When he chuckles, you can feel your blood tension rocks your body. His heart shaped lips does something to you, and you do not want to name it.
“Exceptions run the world, Doh.” you tried to push him to elaborate his words a little bit more. “Who is that lucky girl who run away from you?”
“That’s my secret.” he smirked and put his hand onto your waist in order to led you the controller lady. “Show your passport, I do not want to wait here forever.”
Who was the girl he mentioned? You could not help but started to feel anxious, how much you tried to press your instincts and feelings, whenever he mentioned a girl, there would be a dire need of crying in the pit of your stomach. You took a deep breathe and followed his instruction. While you were walking into the inside of plane, you struggled with the sudden sadness. You wanted to tear that off yourself, so you reminded yourself the splendid trip ahead you. You found your place and processed to sit down.
“May I help?” Kyungsoo asked you but he already fetched your belongings and placed them correctly. You smiled to him and sat down.
How could you meet someone like him? He was a little bit grumpy sometimes, a person who could give unexpected reactions, but he was reliable, kind, lovely and always thoughtful of his environment. You did not want to lose him. You never want to lose him, on the contrary, you want to keep him in your life until the very end. You could not think a life without Kyungsoo, you always desire him to stay your side.
You were pretty sad, you had to admit, and there was regret. You were regretful on your decision to not go further with him, you wished you could be braver and tell him about your feelings for him. How much you were confused because of him, how many days and nights you spent sleepless because of him. To make the things more complicated, you had zero idea about how he would be responded your confession if you pull yourself together and manage to do. For once, you heard his cousin Minseok talked about you by saying you were very important for Kyungsoo, however you did not know in which extent you were important for him.
You two were always closed to each other, you spent almost 3 or 4 days together, you were living in the same campus, your departments were close to each other. He was a huge part of your life, that’s one of the reasons why you were hopelessly trying to conceal your inappropriate feelings for Kyungsoo. The idea of losing his extremely valuable presence was the only scenario could make you sob.
“Am I the only one who is very uncomfortable?” he whispered to your ear and made your stomach twisted. You could kill him for this, but he was not aware of how he affected you. “You are deadly silent.”
“No, I am just thinking.” you run away from him like an Olympic athlete. “About the trip. I am very excited.”
“If you are,” he flinched your forehead. “You have to talk non-stop. You are silent when something bothers you, what are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing, Soo.” you found a smile from somewhere and presented to him. “You know I never find the chance of visiting Japan; I am really overwhelmed.”
“So, speak to me.” he grunted. “Do not act like I am not here.”
“Okey, okey.” you raised your hands to air. “Sorry for that.”
“I start to feel like I am disturbing you.” he turned his head to the Name of the Rosethat he was reading. Umberto Eco, he had a taste for everything of course. “I asked you twice if you are okey with going to Japan with me.”
You could laugh if you were not so tense since he mentioned girls.
“And I told you this is okey, Soo.” you pinched his upper arm. “You are a good companion for trips.”
“Only for trips?” he asked. What the fuck was wrong with Kyungsoo today? He was behaving weird, and his questions made you more baffled. “I thought I am good companion for everything.”
You bit your lips in order to send back the sudden answer you wanted to give. Instead of declaring your ignorance about his performance on everything, you refined your words.
“You are a good friend, Soo and sorry for making you feel unwanted. I am happy you are coming with me.”
“Hm.” he hummed but he did not look like he was satisfied with your answer. You decided to not think about what the heck he wanted to hear, you also turned to your book that you were supposed to read since the departure. At least Pavese helped you to collect your mind till the plane landed in Narita Airport. He helped you while you two took a cab for the way, he was acting like his usual self, so you accused yourself because of searching hidden messages in his questions. You were such an idiot.
“I will be seeing you at dinner.” he waved his hand when you finished the registration process of the hotel you would be staying for the week. You were in front of the elevator. Both of you already decided to take a nap before dinner when you were planning the trip, so you approved his words and took your keys.
“See you.” you smiled and walked to your room. When you opened the door, your smile widened, the room is so light and minimalistic as you really liked. There was no crowded furniture, crazy designs, or unnecessary modifications. The walls were light blue, the furniture was white, and all looked very harmonious. There were plants and flowers, you immediately run to the flowers as you loved them more than anything else. The hotel staff managed to place even Sakura blossoms into the room that made your heart flattered and smoothed your nerves.
And there was only one blue rose, which was your favourite flower in the world. Just one, between a bouquet of daisies and it looked magnificent. You leaned to smell it while smiling as a little freak. You did not have to see your face; you knew how you looked like. Chanyeol always said that when you see a blue rose, you lost your shit. Another creature made you drunk in happiness was white butterflies. You had a sweet spot for blue roses and white butterflies.
And for Kyungsoo.
You grunted to yourself in your mind, and you headed to the bathroom by tapping your feet to the ground harshly. You were done with your obsession with Kyungsoo, it became something out of control, and you were tired of yourself at this point.
You had to live your goddamn life, you had to stop fucking fantasizing about your study-buddy.
You stripped out from your clothes and jumped into the shower. Cold water helped you to take the control of yourself, both as physical and emotional. You were okey, you were in bloody Japan as you always wanted, and you were going to fucking enjoy it. After shower, you threw yourself into the bed, tucked yourself inside the blanket and set the alarm for one hour later.
After one hour, you were swearing at yourself with your very glorious vocabulary because the only thing you did was fantasizing about Doh Kyungsoo.
“Did you rest?” he asked to you while you were leaving the hotel. You held your growl inside. “Did you take a nap?”
“I did not sleep but I leaned down for a while, so it was good. You?”
“I slept like a baby. It was very interesting when you think I am more like an insomniac.”
“I guess, your insomnia is rubbing on me.” you grumbled. “Where are we going now?”
“Eh, at least something about me can rub on you.” he rolled his eyes, your chin was dropped due to his response. “There is a tiny noodle restaurant in Ebisu, but they are very famous. We are going to there.”
“Okey.” you nod and walked beside of him.
“You look very pretty.” he turned to you. “That dress looked very good on you.”
You instantly took a look on your navy, long dress. It was very comfortable, but also elegant and your fashion freak cousin persuaded you the colour and style gave you a
“Thank you.” you replied. “Sehun chose this for me, you know he is the chef kiss when it comes to fashion.”
“He did well.” he smiled. “How is Sehun by the way, I did not see him since ages. Did he come back from France?”
“No.” you pouted. You really missed your noisy cousin. “He just came to visit for a week, then came back to school. I am not sure if he will come back to be honest, he got some important invitations from European universities.”
“Very good.” Kyungsoo’s face was lit up. He was proud of Sehun. “I know you miss him, but he has a bright career ahead of him.”
“Yes, I know.” you also smiled. Thinking about your successful but extremely playful cousin made you happy. “I just worry about him.”
“Stop babying him.” Kyungsoo punched your arm as half serious half joke. “How old is he, 27?”
“Yeah.” you laughed. “I know I baby him very much, but we all do, Kyungsoo.”
“You are just one year older than Sehun.” he smirked. “Who is going to baby you?”
“Chanyeol.” you exhaled. Kyungsoo looked at you for a second, then both of you burst into laughs because it was well known that you also took care of Chanyeol and Baekhyun as well as Sehun. “Jokes aside, I am a strong and big girl, Kyungsoo, I do not need someone babying me.”
“Maybe you can start looking for a sugar daddy to baby you?” he cocked his eyebrows to you. “Before it is going to be too late?”
“Actually, I had some candidates in my pocket.” you devilishly beamed to him. “You have no idea.”
“Beg your pardon?” his face suddenly transformed from joy to deadpanned seriousness, and his smile was disappeared immediately. “I was joking.”
“I was not.” you blinked your eye. “Some people really proposed to me.”
“For being your sugar daddy?”
“I know I am very little in your eyes, Kyungsoo” you took a deep breathe before continuing. “But here the breaking news: some people could find me attractive.”
“We are not talk about usual dates or men.” he held your arm and turned you to himself. “If you receive this kind of proposes, you have to tell me.”
“Next time, I will report you so we can decide who is going to be my sugar daddy.” you poked his ribs while he burrowed his eyebrows and radiated a strong sense of discontent. “Come on Kyungsoo, I am not going to say yes to this type of proposes, what do you think about me?”
“We are always joking about this issue,” he looked like he was cursing beneath his breath. “But when it comes to you and Baekhyun, I always suspect if you are serious or not.”
“Sugar daddy is a joke.” you hissed. “Of course, it is a joke, I have no interest in having a sugar daddy.”
“What about the proposes? Are they real?”
“Well, they are.” you murmured. Suddenly, you felt like the table was turned and you just played your ace card too early. You felt like Kyungsoo’s eyes investigated your soul to the bits.
“How many?”
“Three.” you gave up. “One from faculty, two from outside.”
“Unethical son of bitches.” he lowly cursed and caught you off guard because he generally preferred to use more polite words, even if he was cursing. “Keep them away from yourself.”
“Oh really?” you teased him by hoping to break the strange tension between you and managed to put a little smile on his face.
“Stop mocking me.” he warned you but now he was smiling widely. His mouth became a heart again, this time you averted your eyes from his face.
“Who I am to dare mocking you?” you squeaked but it was fake.
“Oh, you mock me more than even that walking noisy machine Baekhyun.” he flicked his hand. “We have to stop at this station, Ebisu Garden Place is on the way.”
He put his hand onto your waist again, and you felt like electrocuted again. Every time he touched you, and unfortunately, he sporadically did, you felt like you are dying for more. More what? You were not sure what you really wanted from Kyungsoo, but you were certain on you were desperate for more of him.
More of him.
The bus was crowded, Kyungsoo led you to a little corner, and stayed in front of you. He could be a little bit protective when it came to crowded places since you were clumsy, he generally insisted to keep you close to himself in order to catch you, if you would lose your balance, so you did not surprise when he held your wrist.
What made your heart to do a perfect all kill type of somersault was his next move, his fingers did not stop on your wrist, on the contrary they moved into your palm and grasped your hand tightly. You raised your eyes to him, he never hold your hand, never ever.
“I want to be sure.” he whispered by catching your question before you ask. “Since both of us do not know the way, and the bus is full of passengers, this is more secure.”
“Ah.” This was the best of you at the moment. You quickly realized what the heck you said but Kyungsoo sometimes can be quicker than you.
“Why? Are you unsatisfied with the reason?” His dark brown eyes were shining, his perfume smelled fucking good and the proximity between your faces did not help you.
“Why should I be?” you had to be back to play as soon as possible. “I grant you the chance of holding my hand, that’s count as charity.”
He looked at your hand for a moment, and you saw a smile formed on his lips and instead of a sarcastic reply as you expected, his eyes shaped like a crescent and shined as the fucking moon itself during a cloudless, navy night.
“Thank you, your highness.” he genuinely smiled. “May I continue to hold your hand?”
“Why?” the tone of your question was full of surprise, sounded exceptionally strange.
“Because I want to feel you.” he simply answered, and he squeezed your hand a little bit more. “For once let me feel you by my side.”
You knew that your eyes blown up, your mind was playing some tricky and dangerous games with you, you lost your shit, and you were sure about you finally made yourself mad because of your platonic interest in Kyungsoo, but even if God himself would appear in the bus in order to stop you, that would be a fruitless attempt.
You held Kyungsoo’s hand.
If he wanted to feel you by his side, you could not refuse.
You never refuse Kyungsoo.
How could you?
He was the protagonist of your secret dreams, fantasies and your goddam powerful imagination.
He was your gazelle and you were chasing him since the first day you met.
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