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hypmic-translation · 4 years

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Naniwa Paradise Sake

CHORUS Down your glass and sing along This is Osaka drunkenness Division shit One drink, two drinks; it all tastes good No, I still haven’t had enough yet Naniwa-nyway, let’s keep on singing (1) Any division compared to ours is all full of shit Merrymaking; idle gossip The sunrise brings proof of our drinking spree Dotsuitare Honpo shit

SASARA Osaka Division’s formation celebration ROSHO Naniwa’s neon lights are looming overhead (2) SASARA The truth is, it’s difficult to know where to go REI How ‘bout a night of mistakes around Chayamachi? (3) SASARA Having a lively talk about nothing important is Nurude Sasara and his merry band of friends ROSHO Passing through Ame-mura, noisily wasting time (4) REI Crossing that border brings you into a new world SASARA Okonomi! (5) ROSHO Kushikatsu! (6) REI This is the nation’s kitchen (7) SASARA Let’s have a toast! Count to ten, if ya please REI Hey, we only just got here ROSHO That was very sudden (8) SASARA Our suddenly-formed team is sure to run into trouble It’s not really worth much, but I still wanna thank you (9) Us three are the best! SASASA/REI Cheers to that! SASARA We’ll be champions! ROSHO Yeah, champions of flour-food (10) ALL Those eastern divisions aren’t such a big deal (11)

CHORUS Down your glass and sing along This is Osaka drunkenness Division shit One drink, two drinks; it all tastes good No, I still haven’t had enough yet Naniwa-nyway, let’s keep on singing Any division compared to ours is all full of shit Merrymaking; idle gossip The sunrise brings proof of our drinking spree Dotsuitare Honpo shit

REI Alcohol is the best medicine around Kill the beat, make some noise, 108 desires in all (12) Word games are just instances of luck So it’s been decided, I’m tonight’s designated driver Irregular noise, a gold driver’s license (13) In our own private world, go straight Don’t drink if you drive, don’t drive if you drink (14) You’re only allowed to ride this track tonight

ROSHO Drank so much saké that I can’t stop laughing Stuck here in the same boat as this crook (15) Authority and wolves both will be forced to bow down (16) (24) Rivalry naturally gets me fired up (hic!) REI In simpler words, chop end-roll (17) ROSHO We’re gonna climb to the very top of this thing SASARA Aren’t you raring to go, Rosho~ Hm? ROSHO Huh? SASARA Oh, it’s your eyes? They don’t seem focused?

CHORUS Down your glass and sing along This is Osaka drunkenness Division shit One drink, two drinks; it all tastes good No, I still haven’t had enough yet Naniwa-nyway, let’s keep on singing Any division compared to ours is all full of shit Merrymaking; idle gossip The sunrise brings proof of our drinking spree Dotsuitare Honpo shit

REI Without following trends we’re burning through spirits (18) Instead of chilling at home, this is the DH way SASARA Wholeheartedly playing around? Overdrinking Chamisul, the Makgeolli’s here! (19) REI Before dawn arrives we’ll keep emptying shot glasses Quietly smoking cigars with unsteady hands Celebrating life is us nightwalkers C’mon, until the morning sun rises, let’s go SASARA Drinking a lil too much turns into a touching memory ROSHO It’s always the same with you, isn’t it (20) The good and the bad, all of it bare (21) We’ll find a clear solution to that centre party for a one-shot, one-kill (22) SASARA I don’t like rock as much as hip-hop, yanno Once the beer gets here I’m gonna gulp it all down with a “bang!” and a “boom!” ROSHO Hold on! What are you talking about! SASARA This was all un-alcohoidable! (23) ROSHO The hell are you saying? Whatever, that’s enough! I’m done here!

CHORUS Down your glass and sing along This is Osaka drunkenness Division shit One drink, two drinks; it all tastes good No, I still haven’t had enough yet Naniwa-nyway, let’s keep on singing Any division compared to ours is all full of shit Merrymaking; idle gossip The sunrise brings proof of our drinking spree Dotsuitare Honpo shit

NOTES (Under the read-more because they got very long!)

I’m so sorry for this one, but it was the only way I could think to incorporate the joke here organically. The line reads “ナニワともあれ歌いましょ (naniwa tomoare utaimasho)”, Naniwa being Osaka’s original name, as well as the name of one of its wards. The pun here is that “naniwa tomoare” sounds a lot like “何はともあれ (naniha-tomoare)”, which means “at any rate/in any case”, so a more literal translation would be “regardless, Naniwa, let’s sing”.

A more literal translation of “looming all around” would be “forward-bent posture”.

Chayamachi is a popular downtown district among young people in Osaka’s Kita ward. The shops there sell various kinds of food, fashion and forms of amusement.

“Ame-mura” or “Amerikamura” (American Village) is another one of Osaka’s popular entertainment areas, this time in their Chuuo ward. Has many Western fashion retail shops, bars, and nightclubs.

“Okonomi”, short for okonomiyaki, which is Sasara’s favourite food. “Okonomi” on its own means “how/what you want” while “yaki” is “cooked”, so altogether it’s “cooked how you want”, referring to it’s versatile fillings. I think this is probably supposed to be a pun, but I wasn’t sure how to reflect that and Rosho carries on with the food naming anyway, so I went more literal here.

Kushikatsu is deep-fried meat and vegetables on skewers. Its origins can be found in Osaka, and both it and okonomiyaki are popular there.

Osaka was once called “the kitchen of the nation” during the Edo period, where many different kinds of food from all over Japan gathered due to the city being a warehouse and trading port.

This is a nice example of how these three use wordplay very effectively - Sasara says “ten-count”, written in katakana. Rei uses a word that can be read as “ten” (but isn’t, in this case) and Rosho does the same with “count”. Likewise in the line following, although Sasara doesn’t use the same word for “sudden” he does use onomatopoeia that essentially means the same thing, bringing the joke full circle.

“碌でもない” means “good for nothing/worthless”. “後光がさしてる” means “to be very thankful towards someone” (enough to make them look like an angel with a halo). I’m not sure I got the meaning of what Sasara’s saying exactly right, but this is how I’m interpreting it. I didn’t pick up on this myself, but someone pointed out to me how this section is in itself a count-down from ten - Rei and Rosho say 10 and 9 respectively, and then Sasara incorporates the rest of the numbers into his lines from 8 to 1. I have no idea how to make that look good in English though...

“Flour-food” refers to how most classic Osakan foods such as okonomiyaki and takoyaki are made with flour.

“Aren’t such a big deal” is more literally read as “how much is monjayaki worth” (なんぼのもんじゃい), the answer being “not much”.

“Kill the beat” (apparently a common phrase in breakdancing referring to being able to skillfully stay on rhythm) and “make some noise” are two different sentences in this line, but they both include a use of the word “hame” (はめ/ハメ) which, when put next to each other, is slang for “having sex”. “108 desires in all” is a reference to the Buddhist belief that humans have a total of 108 “worldly desires”, or polluted thoughts. “Worldly desires” is usually written as “煩悩”, however Rei uses “欲望” which also means desire but in a lustful sense.

A gold driver’s license is what you can get if you’re a “safe driver” in Japan with a standard license (you get points for driving violations, so only people with 0 points can get gold). Apparently these can occasionally get you discounts in hotels and shops.

This is apparently a popular slogan in Japan in order to discourage drunk driving, and according to one source I saw while investigating it’s been in use for over 30 years.

“Stuck in the same boat” is my loose interpretation of “呉越同舟”, which is the concept of working with someone you consider an enemy in order to achieve a common goal.

Rosho says “okami” twice in this line - or at least that’s how it sounds. The first is “okami (御上)” and means “authority”, so referring to the government/Chuuoku. The second is “ookami (狼)” which literally just means wolf, likely referencing Matenrou as the 1st Division Battle winners.

This gave me agony for ages, and to be entirely sure I’m still not sure if it’s right, but whatever. Tell me if you have a better alternative. I’m choosing to interpret “chop end-roll” as “cutting off before the end of a movie”, as “end-roll” in Japanese is how you refer to end credits, so I guess what Rei’s saying is basically “we’re finishing this now”. Also he uses “言の葉” for “words” which is also the name for the Party of Words - but he doesn’t actually say “party (党)” so I don’t think he was referring to them.

“Spirits” being liquors.

Chamisul and Makgeokki are both Korean alcoholic drinks. Also, I was informed that the line “Makgeokki’s here” (”Makkori ga kuru”) sounds a lot like “Maddotorigākurū”, which is “Mad Trigger Crew”.

So this gets interesting. The things Rosho says in both this and the next line are slurred, which gives them a double meaning - he’s saying one thing, but what they sound like are alcohol puns. In this case, “always/frequently (shotchū)” sounds like “shōchū”, which is a kind of Japanese liquor.

Here, “good and (iimo)” sounds like “potato (imo)”, which is something you can make alcohol out of. The same goes for “bare (mukidashi)”, the first half of which sounds like “wheat (mugi)”.

I’m a little vague on this one so take it with a pinch of salt. Rosho says “チュー輩” which is “chuu” and then “party”. “Chuu” isn’t exactly “Chuuo” and “輩” is the kanji for neither “political party” nor “ward”, but considering how drunk he is here I’m willing to believe he’s referencing Chuuoku. You’re free to correct me if I’m wrong though, I’m still very unsure.

Again, I’m really sorry for this. The joke here is that Sasara says “酒ては通れない (sakete wa tōrenai)”, which… doesn’t really mean anything sensical, but literally something like “alcohol can’t pass”. However, it sounds almost identical to “避けて通れない (sakete tōrenai)” which means “unavoidable”. So… un-alcohoidable. Haha.

Bonus fun fact; “okami” is also a reading of the obscure kanji “龗”, which (basically) means “water dragon”. However, as with most kanji, “龗” has multiple readings, one of which (kan-on) has it read as “rei”, just like “零” (Rei’s name). I don’t think it’s necessarily relevant to the song because of the obscurity, but it is an interesting tidbit.

#Hypnosis Mic #Hypmic Translations #Dotsuitare Honpo

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marvelousell · 4 years

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The Agreement (Part 13.)

Pairing(s): frat boy!fwb!Tom x reader, frat boy!Harrison x reader

Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them.

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: Sooo much things, there were actually more scenes for this part but I split it for another chapter so I could start with the ideas for the 2 different endings🤷🏼‍♀️ (kinda already know what I will do for Tom🤫). Well hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful Friday! ❤️

Warnings: mentions of smut, swearing, mentions of alcohol, angst if you squint

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I broke the rules way before we even set them and before we agreed on anything.

Tom stared at the message you sent, shocked, his mouth dry with a breath stuck in his throat from the words that you have written. He couldn’t bring his fingers to the screen to text you back.

He didn’t know what to think or say to you in return, thinking that maybe it’s the best to ignore it. Happiness filled his body, heart pounding fast from the thought that you felt the same. Once he didn’t care if a girl had a boyfriend, it in fact grew his confidence and ego knowing that girls were more into him than their own partners. Now it didn’t seem right even if he was in love with you and wanted to actually be the person he truly is with a girl he genuinely likes.

The message haunted him, not letting him rest. His figure was turning in bed, groaning from the nervousness that kept his body and mind awake this late. Tom was always a calm guy sleeping peacefully every night, he didn’t care about the heartbreaks and tears he caused to many girls. He now knew how it felt, the thoughts about numerous girls and his blindness made him feel sick to his stomach. If only he wasn’t stuck in his own world, surrounded with the influence from his frat members and a heartbreak from a girl in who he saw everything, things would be fine nowadays. What should he do now? Apologize to every girl to make it better so he could sleep calmly at night? Probably not because most of them didn’t want to see him. They were always loud and clear that he was a total ass.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked, looking at the redhead that was getting a bit too comfortable in his bed after the long and rough sex they had.

“Going to sleep?” She responded, clutching the sheets to her chest.

“I don’t think so love.” He breathed out a chuckle, grabbing his boxers that were discharged near his chair.

“What?” She did know who Tom was and what people talked about him and his frat, but she still didn’t want to believe it hoping she would maybe be the one to blow his mind.

“Grab your things and go home.” Tom’s cold voice sent chills down her spine, he was into this a few minutes ago what happened now?

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Did I stutter? Here are your clothes, get dressed and go. What part don’t you understand?” He threw the clothes on her, her eyes fixed on his face. She could literally kill him with her stare in that moment.

“You’re such a fucking asshole. I thought you liked me.” Her movements were fast, she was ashamed, the feeling of being used disgusted her. How could he be so cold?

“Liked you? Love, things don’t go like this. What made you think you were special Mckenna?” Tom slipped into his bed, tired from the sex and the alcohol in his system.

“It’s Mikaela and fuck off. People are really right about you, you’re an egocentric prick that thinks he could have anyone he wants. One day you will realize that the world doesn’t revolve around you and that using girls is going to cost you but it will be too late.”

“I got you tonight didn’t I?” Tom joked and laughed at her words, making Mikaela more furious and sad. She just remained silent, realizing that he was to stupid to get what she was saying.

“Hey, just be quiet my frat mates are sleeping or something and you can also lock the door when you leave.” The only answer he got was a loud bang that roared in his room, the door almost breaking as she slammed it.

That words got to his brain now. She was definitely right it was too late.

Tom wasn’t the only one that was unable to sleep that night. You were on Harrison’s chest nestled close to him, eyes closed but you didn’t sleep at all like he thought you were. Your chest tightened after the realization that you won’t get a text back from Tom. Maybe you screwed everything up now? Maybe you should have been happy that he was back into your life as a friend and leave it there, you already had someone that fulfilled your dreams. It was just a maybe.

Harrison was the third person awake. He had his arm around you, so happy to know that things were fine between the two of you. Somehow a little feeling didn’t let him close his eyes. He was focused on your breathing and your arms that hugged him tightly like you were afraid he will escape. Everything about you made him feel content and calm. You were his safe place and the love you gave him made him feel like a whole new person. Harrison loved you, he really did but he couldn’t comprehend why Emily occupied his mind tonight. He tried to convince himself it was only because he didn’t saw her in a long time and the conversation, you and everything was too much for him in one night. You could hear him exhaling, dropping his palm to your hair caressing it gently. A small smile formed on your lips, knowing that after all he was there for you and you should be there for him too.

It was 2 in the morning and both you and Harrison almost drifted to sleep, but the sounds of receiving a message made you wide awake again. Your heartbeat sped up just from the thought of Tom, and Harrison’s stopped right at that moment not knowing from who it was. It was his phone, his movements were slow because he didn’t want to wake you up. Disappointment replaced the excitement but curiosity was eating you alive mostly. Who was texting him that late at night? She was the only one that you could think of and when you heard him laughing quietly you couldn’t stay still anymore in the same position. Both Tom and Harrison were making you confused. It was hard to choose what you needed in your life.

“Good morning to you too. Did someone steal your morning coffee?”

“Hilarious Anna, look at me I’m crying from laughter.”

“Why so sour today? You know your little neighbour Emma is trying with a lemonade stand? She needs some more lemons there you could definitely help her.” Anna joked, waiting for your mouth to curve into a smile after her stupid joke but unfortunately nothing changed, your mouth still set in a hard line.

“I didn’t sleep well.” You replied in a monotone voice.

“Troubles in paradise?” She questioned, raising her eyebrows waiting for you to say anything related to Harrison or Tom.

“You could say so.”

“Come on Y/N what happened.”

“I honestly don’t know where to begin.” You were exhausted, still worried about your and Harrison’s message. Emily was a gorgeous girl, maybe some feelings were still there? You were angry just from the slightest thought of that, yet you had strong feelings for his best friend. It was selfish, not fair at all, you knew that but you did love him just like you love Tom.

“Kinda worried about Emily.” You leaned your back on the tree you were under, observing the group of students outside.

“What did he say that night?”

“That I misunderstood everything. That they were just talking and sorting things out, that it never crossed his mind to do anything and that I’m the one for him.” Your voice calm, soft towards the end as you remembered his words from that night. Harrison was a treasure, of course you were worried, anyone would love to share a life with him and you would too only if the old feelings weren’t a stupid obstacle.

“Sounds like Harrison. He is the most truthful guy I know. If you ask me nothing to worry about here, you both are doing wonderful.” “And looks like Tom is doing wonderful as well over there.” Anna chuckled, clapping her hands moving her gaze from Tom to you trying to catch your reaction.

Tom and Evelyn? Evelyn as Evelyn from History? How did that happen?

Evelyn was an introverted, stunning girl with an even more beautiful personality. She was a total opposite from the girls that Tom brought to his frat and interacted with on a daily basis. You were glad that he didn’t go for the same, tedious girls, however you couldn’t ignore the knots in your stomach as well as the heart stumbling over its own rhythm when you saw them together. You were jealous and downhearted that he didn’t acknowledge your message and the truth about your feelings.

Anna could see how your jaw tensed from the sight, how your forehead puckered when you saw both of them laughing. Anna didn’t know about them, it was a first and just like you she was once angry to see him change girls every single day not because she was in love with him but because she knew that he was a good guy, because this life isn’t what he wanted.

It was a secret. A stupid thing that happened between them during a summer ending party. They agreed to never tell anyone. Anna would never forgive herself if you found out, especially from someone else so it stayed unsaid. Both of them were shit-faced, laying on the ground laughing uncontrollably.

“We’re probably going to be here until tomorrow.” Tom laughed, knowing that they were too drunk to move a muscle.

“Yeah and I’m stuck with your annoying ass here.” Anna said jokingly, feeling his body getting close to hers.

“My annoying ass? I am extremely interesting if I can add that.” He tried not to stare at his best friend’s tits that looked amazing tonight, but it was like his eyes were glued onto them. Typical Tom.

“Yes? How should I know that?” Anna could feel his eyes on her, she was never into him and she never will be, but alcohol was messing with her head at that moment.

“Should I show you then?” Her body stiffened and before she nodded he pressed his lips on hers while his hands slipped underneath her skirt.

Nothing happened more than kissing and touching and she was glad that they both passed out from the tiredness and amount of alcohol they drank. But still she was feeling stupid because that happened and because he ignored her afterwards. Anna was feeling stupid because the thought of doing something with a boy you loved was eating her alive.

“At least it’s a lovely girl now.” Anna tried to get a reaction out of you, you still looked at him like he was the most wonderful thing you saw. It was the same look he gave you at Amelia’s birthday. She was against you having something with Tom only because you were a soft-hearted girl, a great friend and you deserved someone like Harrison that cared about his partner, not a one time thing. But now she wasn’t sure if you both needed to suffer like that, however she didn’t want to say anything because you didn’t fully open your heart to her.

“Good for him.” You mumbled, bringing your eyes back to the book that was untouched ever since you came here.

Harrison didn’t know why or how he agreed on a quick coffee in the coffee shop down the road. If he was honest, the message from that night was a total surprise, he hoped to not hear anything from Emily that soon.

Sorry if I got you in a sticky situation. -Emily

Harrison wasn’t that guy to sleep next to his loved one and text an ex one. He never was and never will be, however he couldn’t explain what was happening at that moment feeling like a complete dumbass. Just like he couldn’t explain the coffee he was supposed to have with Emily. Maybe he just wanted to sort their thing out and finish it forever today.

“Thank you for coming, you know.” Emily almost stuttered, feeling like a teenager again on her first date.

Her breath hitched in her lungs, she was over him right? This was a normal reaction after not seeing him for a long period of time. Emily couldn’t believe she would ever see those eyes and curls after they split that night. Many bitter words were said and so much tears were shed that she thought he wouldn’t even look at her after it in the future if they ever meet somewhere.

“No problem.” He gave her a polite smile before sitting down.

“Got you your usual latte hope you still like it.” Emily missed those days that would start with latte and toast. Everything came back to her at that moment. She didn’t know if it was the smile or his beautiful voice that made it harder to speak.

“Thank you, but I’m an Irish type of guy now.” He added, the scent of the latte in front of him bringing him back to his last flat and mornings that would be full of lazy kisses and snuggles. He didn’t want to remember any of it, he had great mornings now, even better than the previous ones.

“O-Oh sorry didn’t know that.” Harrison just nodded, not knowing what to say.

The silence was awkward, they could feel the thick tension in the air, but neither of them started a conversation. Harrison could see her mouth twitching, it was a thing that happened to Emily when she was nervous. He couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the first time laughing together at that action.

“I’m s-sorry if this is awkward for you after all those years, shouldn’t called you especially now because you have a girlfriend, someone could misinterpret it.” Emily began, still without an answer if he asked why she called him. She didn’t know, but she just needed to see him.

“Emily it’s fine honestly.” Was it thought?

“No. It’s not. I’m sorry for what I put you through. I was stupid okay? Yes I still had feelings for Anthony I thought about him a lot and the marriage? God that was a breaking point for me. You showered me with so much love and attention hoping everything will be all right between us but I fucked it all up.” The tears pooled in her eyes, a lump in her throat was forming making it almost impossible to finish her sentence.

“Just wanted to let you know that you really made me happy in our relationship even if I didn’t show you sometimes and that I figured it out a little bit to late. Just want to know that you forgave me. Nothing else.” She added, avoiding his gaze that would just make it worse for her.

“I already did Emily. A long time ago.” He admitted, his voice soft, eyes on her hair that was once long. Harrison felt his stomach drop after he realized that he was admiring her, remembering every inch of her body and her habits. He didn’t want to feel like this, he had you.

“Don’t cry now please.” His arm extended, reaching out for hers. It was a habit, like a reflex movement.

“I’m so glad you’re happy now.”

For the first time Harrison didn’t confirm that. Yes, he knew deep inside that he indeed was happy but he couldn’t figure it out why he couldn’t say that to her.

“I hope she didn’t misunderstood that evening at the party.”

“Don’t worry.”

They both shared some small talks, giggles and the now cold coffee. It felt good, the reunion both warmed up their hearts like nothing stopped between them. You would cross his mind every now and then, making him anxious. He questioned himself what he was doing or why is he here with a girl that broke his heart and didn’t let him have a loving relationship? He really did, but somehow the thoughts would vanish and he would continue to enjoy his time with Emily.

“We should repeat this. I mean only if you want. As friends of course.” Emily was beaming, heart beating rapidly because of the scent of his cologne and the genuine smile that was plastered upon his face.

“Sure.”

Harrison watched her leave while he sat in his car trying to understand what was happening, and why he said yes for the second time. God he had you, how unfair would it be to treat you like this after you gave him a new chance for love. He didn’t do anything, but he knew that the insecurity would definitely bug him if you agreed on something like this. It was now Harrison’s turn to think about this and see what to do.

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i-dont-want-your-hysteria · 4 years

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The Leppard Albums: A Summary

(inspired by Every Beatles Album)

Happy Saturday night everyone

The Def Leppard EP

Joe is 19 and just wants to ride a motorcycle okay

Groupie fantasy

Zeppelin lyrics meet Rush with an underappreciated bass line

On Though the Night

IT'S!!! ROCK!!! N ROLL!!! BABEY!!!

Joe is 20 and just really doesn't wanna work in a factory anymore okay

pls D; girl D; stop D; hiding D; your D; pain!!

another... groupie fantasy... I think? ...???

Leppard in Space

Joe is 20 and just wants to write something edgy okay leave him alone

STEVE 👏👏👏 FUCKING 👏👏👏 CLARK!!!! 👏👏🔥👏🔥👏👌👌

the original groupie fantasy but it's been re-recorded

girl?? make up?? your mind???

let's be mysteriously edgy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zeppelin lyrics meets Rush but it's been re-recorded (but don't worry they still kept the underappreciated bass line)

High N Dry

everyone in this band is a slutty bottom and this is the song that proves it

we have Mutt Lange now and this is the song that proves it

drONK TIEM

betcha didn't think we could write a ballad, did ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

STÊVË!!!!! 👏👏👏👏 FÜCKÎÑ!!!!!! 👏👏👏👏👏 C L Ã R K!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥👏👌👌🤙👏👌🔥👌🎉🎉

underappreciated and that's all there is to it

noooo don't go you're too mysterious and sexy hahhaha

oh god Dx oh god no Dx we don't sound like this anymore we swear Dx

betcha thought we stopped writing Beowulf-esque pop songs didn't ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

🚫🚫⛔👎🚫🙅‍♂️👎🚫⛔🙅‍♂️⛔ *Joe tearing his throat up for 2 solid minutes*

Pyromania

IT'S ROCK!!!!!! N ROLL!!!! BABEY!!!!!!!1!!!!1!!1!! AGAIN!!!!! 😆😆😆

the Classic Rock Fandom™ in a nutshell 😓

INTRODUCING PHIL 👌👌👌 FUCKING👏👏 COLLEN 🔥🔥🔥

betcha thought we abandoned the idea of doing a ballad didn't ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Joe's back at it again with the edgy songs and is getting a lot better at it too

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ∆ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Gunter 🙃 Glieben 🙃 Glauchen 🙃 Globen

the most underappreciated song on this whole entire fucking list sorry I don't make the rules

Alright, WHO in this band wants to be in a porno >:C

Joe's back at it yet again with the edgy songs but it's even BETTER this time

Hysteria

Girls Girls Girls ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS ANAKIN

🎸we!!! fucking!!! love!!!! glam rock!!!!!! and african drum rhythms!!!!!!!!!🥁

we're not furries we swear we're just kinky D: also fuck you DJs here's some false endings

we haven't made a ballad that HURTS yet so here we go (with an underappreciated bass line)

the song that invented "( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" (AKA when you cram for a test the minute before and end up getting 100%)

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)😏( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)😏( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

S T E V E 😭👏👏 F U C K I N 😭😭😭 C L A R K 👏👏👏😭👏😭

nooo don't shoot me you're too kinky hahaha

a song about rioting and being #punk, but the only crime the man singing it has ever committed was getting a speeding ticket when he was 19/20

oh. oh shit. oh god. holy shi- I can't believe... ...we just accidentally made the most perfect song to ever exist :o like seriously- people are achieving nirvana as we speak I'm not joking I think we went too far with the perfection this time guys

THIS SONG IS ABOUT S E X AND WE AIN'T BEING SHY ABOUT IT EITHER LET'S FUCKIN GO BABE-

Don't 👏 give 👏 me 👏 love 👏

Adrenalize

gkKLglldlflhlADKSLALLFLSS 😆😆😆

I fucking love my wife uWu

fkKMglgllsLLslgflephpGLDLPT 😆(͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)😆

We're just gonna get extremely romantic and passionate for 4 minutes and 3 seconds if that's alright with you (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

this album was the most painful thing any of us have ever had to do, so here's the most serious song we've ever done to date. Steve ✊ Fucking ✊ Clark ✊ -n-

now that our mental breakdown is over, we're gonna get extremely passionate and romantic again but for a lil longer this time aiight 🤙

one of us has a protection/ownership kink but we're not gonna tell you who

you know what this album needs? a little bit more pain

we're layin down the line (and by that we mean we want sex)

we're layin down the line pt.2 (we still want sex btw)

Retro Active

Beowulf songs are back babey 🤙

I'll say that again if I have to^

we!!! still!!! fucking!!! love!!!! glam rock!!!!! we even covered something to prove it!!!!!!

Joe has now officially mastered ballads

I fucking love my wife part 2: she's a badass top

While Joe was off mastering ballads, Phil studied the blade

We covered something else bc again!!! we fucking!!! love!!! glam!!!

We rewrote Joe's motorcycle song bc we now realize it was cringe af (and it was an excuse for Joe to talk to Ian Hunter so that made him happy)

Joe has now officially mastered edgy/serious songs

it's a total bop but oh god. No. Please. No. Oh God. No. Don't. Please. No. Pls. No. Oh god. Don't.

This should've been on Adrenalize and you can Fight Me On That

Phil studies the blade (electric version)

Joe masters ballads (electric version)

Vault (there's only one new song on here so that's all I'm doing)

babe nooooo D';

Slang

Epic edgelords part 1

Epic edgelords part 2: Phil wrote it this time

everyone in this band is a slutty bottom and this is the song that proves it Volume 2: Electric Bugaloo

soft breakdown :'c

hOT DOGGITY DAMN JOE'S VOICE HOLY HELL TAKE ME N- *clears throat* I mean introducing Vivian Campbell :3 aND THERE'S A BASS SOLO MMMM 🤤🤤👌 THIS SONG IS JUST SEXY FUCKIN LIFT ME UP AND-

Phil's marriage isn't going too well

in fact, no one's marriages are going too well

severely underrated bop

We're still not over Steve's death and we never will be :c

Joe makes edgy ballads his bitch yet again 👏👏

severely underrated banger 🔥🔥🔥

Euphoria

wE STILL MAKE FAST BOPS IN CASE YOU FORGOT 🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘

Holy shit I didn't know Joe could hit a note that high

The 90s sucked for us but we'rE STILL HERE BICH 🖕

Can we pls give Sav more songwriting space on albums thx 😭💗

everyone in this band is a slutty bottom and this is the song that proves it Volume 3: Even Sluttier This Time 😏

totally different from everything we've ever done and WE 👏 MADE IT 👏 OUR 👏 EDGY 👏 BITCH

uwu but it's sad so it's actually umu

partying like it's 1999- oh wait, it actually is 1999

*hugs Viv and scREEEEEEEEAAAMMS*

Phil studied the blade and attacks you with it

*gets escorted into the back of a police car* IM GUILTY!! I'M GUILTY!!! I'M NOT INNOCENT!!! 😫😫😫

whatever edginess we couldn't fit into Paper Sun we put into this song instead

we're entering the new millennium as Kings and there's nothing you can do about it 👑🖕

X (Ten)

Stand on a balcony at sunset when you listen to this one

(insert Vizzini saying "INCONCEIVABLE" here)

the big UwU

I got ghosted and it’s actually a lot more dark and depressing than I thought also I wish I was never awake

soft and edgy and sad acoustic dads

F-U-C-K SPELLS F- I mean L-O-V-E spells love uWu

babe nOOOooO I'm sorry I suck so much DD;

this sounds like out if Work It Out and Day After Day had a kid

we're gonna have a Funky Good Time whether you like it or not 😎

E D G E L O R D S 2 0 0 2

we can't decide if we want this album to be edgy or uwu so we're gonna make it both

the same passion as Tonight but less sexy and more (you guessed it) uwu

E D G E L O R D S 2 0 0 2 P A R T 2

Betcha thought our emo phase was over didn't ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yeah!

bops have been and will ALWAYS be something we have mastered- even if the song we're playing isn't ours

SAV'S TIME TO SHINE

betcha thought we couldn't cover a Blondie song, did ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Phil's just getting nostalgic about London it's fine 👍

don't worry joe's still sCREAMIN

in which we make this song a million times better than the original

WE LOVE ROXY MUSIC SO MUCH WE CANTEXPLAINWEJUSTLOVEHEMRMFLGPHPH

we're letting Joe have his moment ok just let him have this 👨‍🎤

yeah we like Free- so whAT??

okay NOW we're letting Joe have his real moment- he's been waiting for this moment ever since he was like 12 okay just. let him. have this just. this one time. pls.

in which we confuse literally everyone by making them think this is a song that we wrote

we just need ONE more bop, okay? Just ONE more we swear then we'll stop being fanboys (for now...)

we'll be right back, it's Bow Down To Thin Lizzy Hour

*Phil tearing up his throat for 4 and a half solid minutes*

Songs From The Sparkle Lounge

this one's actually kinda dark and heavy? :o

honky tonk time 🤠🤙

FINALLY ONE OF SAV'S SONGS IS THE MOST POPULAR SONG OFF AN ALBUM 🙏🙏🙏🙏😩

FINALLY WE HAVE MORE SAV MATERIAL I LOVE IT SM ;∆; !!!!

Phil's songs are severely underrated tho pls give them more attention

it's time for one (1) badass religious song and if you don't like it then you can Fuck Off kindly 🙃

This whole album is "Songs That Were Written By Phil and Viv and Sav" heaven

I think sometimes people forget that we, even as a band, are fans of the Classic Rock Fandom™ too, and we feel the same pain as the other fans :'^)🤙

Joe's three minutes of fame on this album

Joe's three minutes of fame on this album part 2

Viv's songs are severely underrated tho pls give them more attention

Mirror Ball (bonus tracks)

we grabbed fate by the balls and screamed fUCK YOU 🖕🖕

We are still Kings™ in case anyone was wondering 👑🖕

✨PHIL BELIEVES!!!! IN!!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!! AND!!!!!!!!!! BELIEVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!✨

Def Leppard (Self Titled 2015)

Is this song about playing a live show? Probably. Is it also about having a fight? Is it also about angry sex? The world may never know.

Okay this one just absolutely SLAPS, periodt.

bootleg Another One Bites The Dust

*SOBBING* THEY'RE ALL SINGING LEAD I'M-

being badass, That's The Power Of Love

don't worry, we still know how to be Poetically Edgy

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm *bump bump* hooked on a feeeeling

I've Got a Spiritual Romantic Boner

Can't Keep Away From The Flame edginess gets crossed with some Zeppelin charm and badassery

someone in this band is fucking piSSED 😠😠😠😠

we're gonna @ someone tonight fellas

sAV OH MY GOD BABYYYYY 😰😰😭😭😭😭 DO YOU NEED A HUG

what if we tried to cross newer Metallica with Nickelback 🤔

what if we turned this into We All Need Christmas three years from now... 🤔

Bonus: Personal Jesus/We All Need Christmas

Viv really wanted to cover ABBA but everyone said no so he settled for cowboy goth™ instead

What better man to write a warm and fuzzy Christmas song than the warm and fuzziest man alive (Sav)

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wewillwriteyou · 5 years

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 24

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A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags

Summary Chapter 24: Brian can’t figure out some lyrics from his new song. John has something very important to tell Brian and Chelsea and when he sees them alone in the studio, he thinks that’s his chance...

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: None! Some curse words and maybe some reference to sexual times, but this one’s pure fluff. So, you’re safe folks 💕

A/N: Hi there! After a long hiatus, here we are with another chapter! This is structured just like 21 and 22: if you’ve read them, you’ll know they are developed around one song from A Night At The Opera. Specifically, this one’s about Brian, so we choose probably one of our favourites songs by the curly spaceman. Let us know what you think, lovesies 💖😏 and as usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!⭐💗

From where she was laying, Chelsea could see his curly hair bouncing then and there, his head lowered to look at his own long fingers touching the guitar to make her sing.

His lips were slightly parted, as he used to keep them every time he was very concentrated onto something. His eyebrows furrowed while he kept humming to himself.

“Chel, what do you think about that part?” Brian asked, calling the girl’s attention. She raised her head from the book and sat down on the sofa stretching her back. She got up and approached the tall, curly boy to sit down on a stool next to him.

Brian smiled softly, before playing a beautiful melody that almost made Chelsea cry. He started to hum along with the rhythm as Chelsea was watching him incredulous, amazed by his talent.

“Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away.

Don’t you hear me calling you?

Write your … something – he chuckled and kept playing along – for the day I take your hand in the land that … someone knew”

He giggled again and stopped playing. Chelsea had shivers inside every bone of her body.

“Bri, that’s… it’s a beautiful song” she felt like crying and Brian noticed; he flushed and caressed the back of his head, looking at the ground.

“Thank you Chel, really. And it’s not over yet, so I guess it can only get better” he sat down on the other stool across the room, just a few steps away from where she was.

He stretched his arm until he reached the mixer and took a piece of paper in his hands. Chelsea got up and walked towards him; she positioned herself behind him and Brian moved his shoulder a little bit so that she could read the lyrics of the song. Chelsea nodded along and Brian patiently waited, knowing that it was her I’m having an idea kind of face.

“Write your letters in – she snapped her fingers – in the sand! For the day I take your hand in the land that our families knew” Chelsea sang the song, trying to remember the exact rhythm Brian was singing earlier.

“The part of the letters in the sand it’s great, but…” he nibbled the pencil and looked at the unfinished refrain, squeezing his mind to find the perfect words. Chelsea nodded along, as if she could read his thoughts.

“I got it!” he almost shouted, making her jump in surprise “in the land that our grandchildren knew” Brian got up and took the guitar, then nodded at the piece of paper to invite Chelsea to sing along with him. She smiled back and dragged the stool in front of him, then gave him a head nod and, after mouthing one-two-three-four, Brian started playing.

The air of the recording studio was filled with their voices, mixed together as they sang in unison, following the amazingly beautiful guitar’s sound that was produced by Brian’s expert fingers.

“Don't you hear my call though you're many years away

Don't you hear me calling you?

Write your letters in the sand

For the day I take your hand

In the land that our grandchildren knew”

Chelsea had a proud expression written all over her face as she kept nodding to herself, looking down on the lyrics’ paper. Brian sighed relieved and got up to position the guitar at its place, before approaching the mixer and starting pulling and pushing some buttons. Chelsea noticed and walked towards him.

“Please, tell me you weren’t recording!” she said through the chuckles and he followed her, giggling along. He shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll adjust the volume and your voice will disappear. And it’s just a demo, I mean it’s only the refrain of the song” he mumbled, kneeling down to check if everything was working since he was struggling a little with the engine in front of him.

“And-” he added, getting up and putting a hand on Chel’s shoulder “–you don’t sing that bad. You should consider a singing career” Brian commented, waving his index finger in the air, giving Chelsea his back and walking towards the sofa. He fell down and bounced on the cushions, tapping his side to invite Chelsea to join him.

She rolled her eyes as she dragged her feet until she reached the couch.

“So, basically, what is this song about?” she asked when she sat down and looked up at him. Brian slightly smiled and stretched his arm behind the back of the couch.

“It’s the story of a group of scientists that leave earth to explore the universe. They stay away just one year, but time works differently in space, so when they come back home they discover that one hundred years has passed” Chelsea was listening to him talking with her mouth open and she had the same face of children listening to a fairy tale for the very first time.

“That’s some deep shit Bri, Jesus” she wiped away a tear making him flush and giggle again “I’m sure as hell the others will love it! Especially your scientist-pal, Mel” she leaned her head on the back of the sofa and looked up at him with a smiley face. Brian laughed a little.

“I hope she will… Talking about the others, did your boyfriend lock himself in some cupboard again?” he joked and Chelsea covered her face with her hands, feeling the laughter growing in her throat.

“I still can’t believe he did something like that” she replied chortling and Brian shook his head.

“Me neither, but hey, we’re talking about Roger, so…” he raised his hands and Chelsea nodded along.

“Yeah, it’s a very Rog thing” she smiled to herself and Brian noticed her lost sight “but I still love that dork with all my heart” the curly boy bowed his head and smiled as well. Chelsea noticed his strange expression.

“What?” she asked him, giggling because she already knew he was about to say something stupid about him or them as a couple.

“Nothing. I just know you so well that I can predict what you’re about to say by just looking at your face” Brian joked, meeting her gaze. Chelsea blushed and gave him a soft push with her shoulder.

“I mean, by now I think everyone knows I’m completely and miserably in love with that blond idiot, who writes songs about cars and locks himself inside cupboards”

“Yeah. But I’m perfectly sure that the blond idiot is way more miserably and deeply in love with you. It almost looks like he has something in mind, because I’ve never seen him so happy and stupid. It’s your fault” he mocked her again and got up to reach his water bottle. Chelsea giggled, but Brian’s words were echoing in her head.

“Bri?” he hummed in response, taking a long sip of fresh water “So you noticed that Roger is being different, right?”

“Maybe it’s some Taylors’ thing. Mel is strange as well in this period. Perhaps they’re like that when they’re in love” he scrolled his shoulders and Chelsea nodded along. A shiver of excitement and curiosity ran through her body, as she thought about Roger preparing something special for her.

“But don’t think about that too much, you know, we’re still talking about Roger, so it doesn’t matter what we’re thinking about, he will always have a trick up his sleeve that we would not expect” Brian added, resting his back against the mixer and looking down at Chelsea.

“You’re absolutely right” she nodded along, then rested her elbows on her knees to cup her own face in her palms “and with Chrissie? It looks like everything’s great” a little smirk appeared on Chelsea’s face and Brian giggled, absentmindedly playing with the plastic bottle in his hands.

“She’s great” he finally commented, flushing and smiling. Chelsea smiled back as the smirk got wider on her lips; Brian noticed and gave her an interrogatively gaze.

“Oh nothing” she replied carelessly, scrolling her shoulders “I was just thinking about a couple of things”

“Then tell me” Brian cut her off, dying of curiosity, but when he noticed her cocky expression he knew she wouldn’t have said a thing until he would have begged her to do so.

He rolled his eyes “Chel, you’re slowly turning yourself into a little asshole just like your boyfriend! Can you please tell me what you were thinking about?” he sassily rested his hand on his bony hip and Chelsea laughed a little.

“Fine, but just because you begged me assuming that pose” she pointed at him and he rolled his eyes “I was thinking that, first of all you should thank me, because if it wasn’t for me that had literally pushed you to talk to her after that concert, she wouldn’t be your girlfriend today” Chelsea raised her chin a bit and looked at him. Brian understood what she wanted him to do.

“Thank you Chelsea” he chanted “You’re impossible!” he then added chuckling, followed by Chelsea who chuckled as well.

“And second of all, I was assuming that everything was great because you turned out to be very noisy neighbours too, if you know what I mean…” she bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow. Brian looked at her with his mouth open and red cheeks:

“That’s bullshit!” he spitted out, making Chelsea laugh even more.

“That’s the truth Brian!” she replied, getting up and crossing her arms on her chest “Do you really think that Rog and I didn’t hear you last night?”

“Oh please, shut up” he was trying really hard not to laugh, but he was miserably failing as a wide smile drew on his face soon after he spoke “Do I have to talk about the sounds that we hear almost every night coming from your bedroom?”

“Now, that’s some bullshit. Roger and I are being very quiet, it’s impossible you’ve heard something” Chelsea replied cockily, scrolling her shoulders.

“Yes, if by quiet you mean that we’ve heard the headboard of the bed hitting against the wall followed by your very audible screams, then yeah, I agree with you” Chelsea’s chin fell on the ground when she heard Brian talking like that. She took a step closer just to punch his arm.

“That’s not true! And don’t even make me start, May. You will regret that”

“I know, you were the one that brought up this topic, I was just being shy about my girlfriend” Brian answered, raising his eyebrows as he threw the bottle in the trashcan. Chelsea nodded and smiled along, as he returned on the sofa and she was now the one standing with her back laid against the mixer.

“I am actually becoming a little asshole exactly like my boyfriend”.

“I told you. And I never lie” Brian said and winked at her, receiving an eye roll in response. They stayed both quite for a moment, smiling and looking at each other.

“All jokes asides, I have to thank you Chel” Brian said, caressing his curls on the back of his neck.

“For what Bri? I’m your friend, you don’t need to thank me” Chelsea smiled and approached him, sitting down next to him.

“No, I have to thank you, because you were right before: if you hadn’t been there pushing me to go to talk to her I would have probably lost the chance” he shyly turned his head to meet her eyes. Chelsea patted him on the shoulder and smiled back.

“And I have to thank you also for the song, because you helped me with the lyrics” he added, resting against the soft couch.

“It was nothing. You know I love helping you through your creative process” she answered, laying down too and abandoning herself on the cushions. Brian chuckled and they both stayed in silence again with their eyes lost on the ceiling.

“Chel?” Brian’s interrogative tone broke the stillness once again; Chelsea hummed back without looking at him.

“Do you remember that Christmas party we spent at the hotel in Peterborough?” he asked in a whisper and Chelsea got up to sit down properly, furrowing her eyebrows and finally looking at the curly boy sitting next to her.

“Yes. Why?” her tone was flat, but inside her mind a million questions were flying and running, as a sense of confusion clouded her memories. She immediately thought about Roger and Chrissie and how pissed she was when she discovered they had kissed in the past and for a moment she started to think that Brian knew something she didn’t.

“Do you remember that stupid game Fred-” Chelsea cut him off impatiently.

“Get to the point Bri” her voice harsher than she expected it to be, as the words rolled out from her mouth. When she saw Brian blushing and smiling her nerves softened.

“I don’t know why I’m asking you this, but… was it me?” he looked at her in the eyes, but Chelsea didn’t catch the reference. She raised her eyebrow interrogatively.

“Oh c’mon-” he sighed, getting up and looking down at her “don’t make me say it”

“Bri, I don’t understand what you’re talking about!” Chelsea shouted, sitting at the edge of the sofa and leaning forward as she spoke. Brian sighed once again.

“When Fred asked you if you had any… sexual fantasy about some of us and you didn’t answer… Were you thinking about me?!” he let out a breath and Chelsea felt her heart race and the skin of her cheeks burn.

“What the fuck Brian?! Why are you asking me such a question, now?!” she was embarrassed, but mostly angry at him for making her live again that moment she would have really liked to forget.

“I don’t know! I was just curious I guess… ‘m sorry” he quickly apologized and massaged his temples with his hands. Chelsea deep breathed once or twice before getting up to face him.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you, just confused. I wasn’t expecting such a question from you” she softly said staring at him.

“I asked you because… I don’t know why I did, I just want to clear up that I was just curious! I wasn’t insinuating anything. I mean… I…” he was stuttering, completely in panic and obviously regretting the question he had just asked her.

“Bri, it’s fine. I know you love Chrissie and you know I love Roger, so no problem” she scrolled her shoulders and smiled, even if inside she was still questioning herself on why Brian had brought up that memory.

“I’m still sorry. We were just having a close friends moment, so I felt like it was the right time to ask you that” he blushed once again and Chelsea sighed in relief, finally answering her inner questions on that whole situation.

She was about to reply, when the door of the recording studio opened and John made his entrance. Chelsea subtly took a step away from Brian, as he looked at the ground caressing his neck; they hadn’t done anything wrong but they felt like they had been caught in the middle of something. John interrogatively squared them up as he closed the door behind him.

He immediately thought that it could have been the right moment to talk to them about the doubts and the questions he had on the entire Chrissie and Roger’s situation, since they were finally alone the three of them.

“Is everything okay, guys?” he asked, approaching Chelsea and caressing her arm. She smiled and nodded, as Brian did the same.

“Yes, I was just complimenting Bri on his new song and I was slightly moved by it. It’s really beautiful. And he was being modest as always, obviously” Chelsea said and when John turned to Brian, she winked at the curly boy. He chuckled and Chel could read in his eyes how grateful he was that she had helped him to get away from that whole awkward situation.

“Did you record it?” John asked Brian, walking closer to him and to the mixer.

“Yes, we sang a little piece of the refrain, here’s the lyrics” Brian replied, handing him the piece of paper on which they had worked earlier.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you so you can work. I’m going to check if Roger locked himself somewhere again” Chelsea interrupted them, giggling and before John could stop her she had already approached the door and Brian was talking to him behind his back. He sighed, knowing he had lost his chance to talk to them.

“Deaky?” Brian’s voice recalled his attention and he turned around to face him “I was saying, talking about Roger, did he talk with you?” John could feel the blood freezing inside his veins. Did he find the guts to admit he was having an affair with Chrissie? Did he know something about Mel?

“No. What did- What did he need to tell me?” he replied stuttering. Brian scrolled his head.

“I don’t know, he told me he needed to talk to you when we’re driving here. Actually, he wanted me to be there too, but I told him that he is adult enough to talk with you face to face without my presence” he said, pushing aside some of his curls from his forehead and putting on the earphones to listen to the song again.

John nodded and, with a cheap excuse and a simple wave of his hand, he left the room leaving behind his back a confused Brian. He needed to find Roger and talk to him as soon as possible.

He almost ran down the hallway, and outside the barn, directing himself to the main house. He entered it and, as he started to go up the stairs, he heard Roger’s voice, followed by the ones of Chrissie and Chelsea.

Damn, John thought and when he looked up he saw the three of them approaching him. They all stopped on the same step.

“John, are you okay?” Chelsea asked taking a step closer to him. John studied Roger’s expression and then squared Chrissie up, before meeting his best friend’s gaze. He nodded in a rush.

“Yeah… yes, I mean, Brian told me you had to talk to me” he said, looking over Chelsea’s shoulder to meet Roger’s eyes. The two girls looked at the blond drummer, as he was indicating himself with his index finger. He furrowed his eyebrows and scrolled his shoulders.

“Okay, so I’ll see you later girls” Roger reached for Chelsea and kissed her softly on the lips, before following her with his eyes until she reached the front door where Chrissie was waiting for her.

Once the girls were out “So, mate, what do you need?” Roger broke the silence, putting a cigarette in his mouth and walking past John.

“You should tell me what you need. Brian told me you had to talk with me” John replied, nodding at Roger when he offered him a cigarette. They both walked towards the kitchen and sat down on the wooden chairs; the little room was soon filled with grey clouds of smoke.

“I honestly don’t know what he was talking about” Roger simply said, resting his back against the back of the chair. He could swear he had seen John subtly rolling his eyes, but he decided to ignore that, as he saw him opening his mouth to speak.

“He mentioned the day you were in the car to reach the farm” John said, starting to get annoyed by his unresponsive attitude. He knew something was going on inside Roger’s head and, seeing him being that vague was just confirming the doubts he had on him and his trust.

Roger searched in his memories and finally remembered he had to talk with him about Mel’s strange behaviour. But in that moment, seeing him kind of pissed off, Roger felt like it wasn’t the right time to speak about his sister and he surely didn’t want to argue. For a second he thought he would have been the right moment to tell him about the proposal for Chelsea instead.

“Fine. I’m sorry Rog, but I’m quite busy, I have a couple of ideas in mind for a song” John interrupted his thoughts and Roger looked at him as he got up rapidly “When you remember what you have to tell me, you know where to find me” John stated and, with the cigarette still dangling from his lips, he left the kitchen.

Roger was still sat down there, incredulous and confused, trying to understand what had just happened. He took a hit off his cigarette and he felt his mind getting as cloudy as the air surrounding him.

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fae-fucker · 5 years

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Review: Shatter Me

by Tahereh Mafi

Juliette hasn’t touched anyone in exactly 264 days.

The last time she did, it was an accident, but The Reestablishment locked her up for murder. No one knows why Juliette’s touch is fatal. As long as she doesn’t hurt anyone else, no one really cares. The world is too busy crumbling to pieces to pay attention to a 17-year-old girl. Diseases are destroying the population, food is hard to find, birds don’t fly anymore, and the clouds are the wrong color.

The Reestablishment said their way was the only way to fix things, so they threw Juliette in a cell. Now so many people are dead that the survivors are whispering war– and The Reestablishment has changed its mind. Maybe Juliette is more than a tortured soul stuffed into a poisonous body. Maybe she’s exactly what they need right now.

Juliette has to make a choice: BE A WEAPON. OR BE A WARRIOR.

*This review contains vague spoilers.*

I uh … I’m having a hard time figuring out where to even begin with this one, lads. I guess I’ll start with the absolute basics:

This book is not a dystopia. This is a superhero (supervillain?) origin story. I didn’t know this going in and it didn’t feel like it until the very end. With heavy-handed romance, heavy-handed writing, heavy-handed messages, and a plodding plot that I’m pretty sure sucked about 25 years out of my goddamn life.

*rubs hands together*

Well, with that in mind, let’s do this!

The “Writing”

Tahereh Mafi isn’t some backwater Harlequin mommy porn writer, nu-uh! She’s an Artiste, and as such, her art isn’t merely art, it’s Arté.

When a sentence could be five words, Mafi makes it a paragraph. When a metaphor could make sense, Mafi confuses your PLEBEIAN MIND with her MYSTIC WRITING POWERS, to the point where nothing fucking makes sense anymore and you’re just scratching your head, wondering how the fuck supposedly near-catatonic Juliette is able to come up with such convoluted comparisons. When other writers use pages to put words on them for people to read, Mafi puts maybe one word at the very top for four or five pages for the DRAMA of it all, except unlike when we all freaked out about Stephenie Meyer doing that, here it’s Artistic.

Jokes aside, this book is the epitome of everything I hate about purple prose. As someone who violently dislikes purple prose (because usually it’s done horribly by people who want to show off how many big words they know rather than evoke any sort of emotion), I knew going in that this book wouldn’t be for me, but I wasn’t expecting this.

Metaphors are long ang confusing, the prose and the rhythm are all off, the dialogue is atrocious and cartoonish, and Juliette’s thoughts are painfully obtuse despite her supposed “deep” personality. Except sometimes her thoughts are so convoluted and specific that it clashes with how dumb she is. Sometimes she thinks of the lackadaisical ennui of the uncaring sun, sometimes she compares her boyfriend’s eyes to buckets of water. It’s a huge, disjointed mess of word vomit.

People have defended Juliette’s narration as being a result of her solitary confinement, but those people’s opinions are bad and wrong and you shouldn’t listen to them, and I will explain to you why when I discuss Juliette’s “personality” in the character section of this review.

This book’s main “thing” is Juliette crossing out words and sentences, but it’s not consistent enough to actually mean anything or tell us anything about Juliette. It also happens in dialogue, which is fucking baffling. How do characters speak the words that are crossed out? Presumably they don’t, and I’m guessing that it’s supposed to represent what Juliette thinks people want to say but don’t, but then why the fuck would you put the crossed-out shit inside the quotes with the actual dialogue? Don’t!!!! Do that!!!! You’re clearly not equipped to ignore the rules of grammar yet, Mrs Mafi! You need to level up!!!

Sometimes, things that are implied to be true are crossed out. Sometimes, it’s the propaganda that Juliette knows is untrue that’s crossed out. With both the truth and the lies, Juliette’s thoughts vs her feelings, being crossed out without any rhyme or reason, we can never be entirely certain what the fuck the strikethroughs are supposed to represent.

If, for example, only the lies were crossed out, it would imply Juliette was aware that they’re lies and isn’t afraid to confront the truth. If only the truth was crossed out, then it would mean Juliette is in denial, knowing something is wrong but believing it anyway.

Instead, the strikethrough bullshit is just … there. What it means changes from instance to instance, and because of that, it loses all the impact and significance it could’ve had and ends up meaning nothing.

In short: the writing in this book is a whole-ass mess and nothing you say will convince me otherwise.

The Characters

Juliette’s mind is perfectly fine at all times, characters even praise her for being able to withstand literal psychological torture unlike all the other female WEAKLINGS in the facility. Her obnoxious inner monologues are just there for show, because Juliette is Deep and Troubled but in a sexy, dramatic way that doesn’t actually impact her as a person or her life at all. She doesn’t suffer from any mental illness or trauma that would’ve been brought on by 260+ days of nonstop psychological torture and years of emotional abuse and neglect.

How do I know that? Because she doesn’t believe any of the bullshit she spouts. It’s made perfectly clear that Juliette only thinks in metaphors because that’s just her obnoxious “personality”. Sometimes one of the Boys says something and she claims that her knees shatter or something similar. Except she doesn’t react as if they were, as if she felt the pain. She only thinks that because … Idk. It’s deep. Shut the fuck up.

I think her narration is supposed to imply that Juliette is smart, but that’s hilariously contrasted by her constant, and I mean fucking CONSTANT thirst and attraction to both Adam and Warner, the latter being especially jarring considering how she keeps saying she despises him and is disgusted by him.

She ogles and fawns over these men even when she’s in pain or in danger, even when they’re the ones inflicting the pain or threatening her. That’s how fucking horny she is, that’s where Mafi’s priorities lie.

She undermines her own protagonist by having Juliette constantly act like a horny schoolgirl instead of the broken and tortured person she should be after what she’s been through. After years of isolation and discrimination, after 260 days of solitary confinement, this girl still acts just like any other normal horny teenager, and it’s fucking awful to read, because it invalidates everything Juliette has been through and once again puts sex appeal and men higher on the priority list over an honest and realistic portrayal of trauma and isolation.

Speaking of sex appeal …

Warner. Oh Warner. What wonderful potential was lost. I think he’s genuinely interesting, or at least had the potential to be. He’s damaged and he’s troubled and he’s complex, despite how edgy he is. He’s hands-down the most interesting character in the book, and I weep for Mafi’s inability to fucking pace herself because that’s what’s absolutely ruined him for me. Let me explain:

I’m all for redemption arcs, alright? And Warner? He’s … salvageable. With some work and some atonement, I can totally see him becoming a complex anti-hero type. He’s clearly fucked up and the things he does are damaging him.

You know where Mafi fails? You know where she fucking destroys the guy?

She’s constantly describing him as hot. When he’s acting like a terrifying and abusive shithead, Juliette can’t help but think of how the anger makes his green eyes flash. When he takes off his shirt, Juliette claims how disgusted she is by the sight, and then in the same breath describes his perfectly sculpted chest in careful detail.

We’re supposed to find Warner sexy.

We’re supposed to reluctantly be attracted to him, just like Juliette, despite that and sometimes even because he’s a dangerous and abusive jackass.

There’s even a makeout session between Juliette and Warner where she’s complaining about how grossed out she is, but the kissing is described in more sexy and hot detail than any Adam makeout, and Juliette can’t help her attraction to Warner despite her believing he’d just killed the man she loves in cold blood.

Do you undersand my problem? If Warner was just a tragic villain and Juliette pitied him and didn’t feel any, and I mean ANY attraction to the guy, I would 100% accept him later trying to change sides to atone or to make up for the things he did. Aka a proper redemption arc.

But here, he’s already written as attractive to us. He’s already sexy and desireable and alluring. The narrative paints him in a good light by undermining the terrible things he does through constant descriptions of his appearance and Juliette’s obvious lust for him.

And you can say that “Woe, Juliette can’t control her attraction!” and you would still be a dumbass, because guess who can control Juliette’s attraction? Tahereh Mafi. It was Mafi’s conscious decision to make Juliette attracted to Warner, to write him this way as a sexy but dangerous man we’re supposed to root for and want to fix.

And that’s just gross. So whatever excuse or justification or explanation Warner’s actions get in lieu of an actual redemption arc, it won’t matter to me, because it’s already been undermined by how sexy he’s supposed to be despite his damage, and the terrible things he does are only there to make him more “mysterious” and his eventual love interest status more unexpected.

Mafi isn’t interested in writing a redemption arc, she just can’t write a morally ambiguous or mysterious love interest without taking it up to eleven and have him be a fucking unhinged dictator, but it’s ok because he’s still hot enough to bang!

I love redemption arcs. I hate abusers who are painted as attractive.

Adam exists. And what a pointless existence it is! He’s very obviously a decoy love interest, too nice and too basic to be endgame, and just vague and nonthreatening enough to have a sinister plan.

See, girls? Boys who protect you and care about you are actually evil! The boys who abuse you and terrify you are the ones who truly love you!

Kenji is very clearly designed to be quirky and snarky and for the Tumblr fangirls to fawn over to the point where he sticks out like a sore thumb among the rest of the cast. I didn’t like him and found him to be pretty boring without any deviation from the snarky flirty guy archetype.

There are a bunch of other characters that are spoilers and who don’t really matter, but I will say that there is a Black man who’s described as chocolate, so there.

Um. Women? I’m pretty sure the only named women we actually get to see on the page are two identical twins who are basically one entity and they show up in like the last chapter?

Before one of you shouts OMG THERE ARE MORE WOMEN IN THE LATER BOOKS, yeah, probably, I fucking hope so, but I’m not reviewing those books yet, I’m reviewing this one, and it’s one fucking giant sausage fest of hot dudes and faceless mooks.

Dems the fax.

The “Plot”

If you go into this expecting an exploration of the importance of human touch and how the lack of it might impact a person, you’re a dumbass and so am I for making that mistake.

If you’re expecting a gloomy but action-filled dystopia based on some more district/caste/personality oppression, you’re wrong again but at least justified because that’s what this is marketed as.

The stakes and conflict are … are they? Are we sure they even exist? Jury’s still out because I have no idea what Juliette wants aside from sucking Adam’s dick (and Warner’s sometimes). I know what she doesn’t want, I think (?), but I don’t know why she doesn’t want it aside from the “uwu i’m too good and pure and love people too much even tho they’ve shown me nothing but hatred and rejection” crap.

I’m honestly having a hard time figuring out what this book even is about. Supposedly the major plot development is Juliette realizing how powerful she is and how nobody will get to use her anymore, but the first thing happens in the very last chapter out of fucking nowhere, while the last thing doesn’t even matter because up until this point, Juliette has already been spending the entire book refusing to be used in the first place.

Oh, and about the first thing again, where Juliette must realize her power? It’s supposed to be this big epic moment for her at the end of the book, but we see her use her powers to throw around threats to get what she wants several times before that, on people she barely knows. She threatens Kenji just because he makes a few inappropriate comments about her, which is fucking baffling because she refused to even try to hurt Warner even though he’s been nothing but an asshole to her up until that point.

The moment Juliette gets her hands on a gun, she’s suddenly super empowered and has no problem spitting badass one-liners, even though she was a sad woobie pacifist up until that point and who couldn’t even IMAGINE hurting anyone, not even supposed monster Warner. The whole gun thing is weird and vaguely gross tbh, because Juliette genuinely seems to enjoy the power it gives her and I’m not into that.

On a technical level, this book is mostly Juliette being pushed around by men, feeling sorry for herself and clinging to morals that only serve to show how pure and good she is despite making no sense and being odd for someone in her position to have.

There are entire chapters of repeated revelations, where Juliette is sometimes literally dragged around from scene to scene by the hand, and she realizes the same thing over and over, seemingly forgetting it at the start of the chapter just to she can learn it again by the end of it: Warner is a meanie poopy-head who’s willing to hurt, kill, and torture other people for his own gain. Every time he shows this, Juliette acts shocked all over again.

This goes on for about half the book until shit suddenly takes a turn and the book becomes yet another Underground Teenage Rebellion Fighting to Take Down the Man drama, except this time the teenagers are mutants with cool superpowers.

It’s a complete tonal shift and it’s jarring as all heck, but at least there’s no more pretense about this being a dystopia because boy oh boy is it painful to watch Mafi struggle to worldbuild even the slightest concept for this superpowered angstfest.

The Worldbuilding

Important Proper Nouns galore. The book’s website (where I got the blurb) says that this book is “fresh” and “original”.

Yeah let’s uuh … Let’s investigate that statement.

The main evil guys are called the Reestablishment. That’s two letters away from Juliette fighting the establishment.

D-do I need to say more?

I honestly don’t know if I can. It’s like Mafi just sorta took all the other YA dystopian “quirks” and threw them all in without rhyme or reason.

Climate is fucked because of Big Corporate? Yeah. All animals are dead or mutated? Yup. Art and religion is deemed bad and terrible and banned for reasons? Throw that in there too, why not? They’re destroying all languages, English included? O-ok?

We never really … dwell on any of these things or figure out why they happened or how or even where. These things are always brought up together like some sort of checklist of all the bad things that the Reestablishment has done.

And I guess for a superhero story with “pulse-pounding” romance, it doesn’t really have to be that much more complicated, and it serves its function, but on Mafi’s website there’s boasting about how it has the worldbuilding of The Hunger Games and honey, you might become a more successful circus act than a writer because the level of contortion required to shove your head that far up your ass is frankly impressive.

The Wokeness

Warner is constantly described and called “crazy” and “insane” and a “madman”, so that’s FUN. Combined with the fact that this book doesn’t seem to have any idea about what solitary does to you and effectively trivializes literal torture, this isn’t looking good, lads.

There’s also, as I mentioned, no women aside from Juliette, and everything’s always about men and how they affect her and her life and how much they matter to her.

Just. Bad. The most progressive thing about this book is the fact that a WoC wrote it, and that’s about it.

The Quotes

I’m … so sorry for this. But you have to see them.

This Kills the Lady

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.

I always wonder about raindrops.

I wonder about how they’re always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It’s like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn’t seem to care where the contents fall, doesn’t seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors.

I am a raindrop.

My parents emptied their pockets of me and left me to evaporate on a concrete slab.

Wot?

I catch the rose petals as they fall from my cheeks, as they float around the frame of my body, as they cover me in something that feels like the absence of courage.

Huh?

He shifts and my eyes shatter into thousands of pieces that ricochet around the room, capturing a million snapshots, a million moments in time. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

Come Again?

Summer is like a slow-cooker bringing everything in the world to a boil 1 degree at a time. It promises a million happy adjectives only to pour stench and sewage into your nose for dinner.

The Sun is a Rat Bastard – Poem by Juliette

I hate the lackadaisical ennui of a sun too preoccupied with itself to notice the infinite hours we spend in its presence. The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us.

Juliette Contemplates Cannibalism

He whispers, “How are you?” and I want to kiss every beautiful beat of his heart.

He’s Not Wrong, I Guess

It’s the only reason Adam is staying with me – because Warner thinks Adam is a cardboard cutout of vanilla regurgitations.

Get You A Man Who Can Fix Years of Abuse and 260 Days of Solitary!

He’s kissing away the pain, the hurt, the years of self-loathing, the insecurities, the dashed hopes for a future I always pictured as obsolete.

*Sarah J Maas voice*

Realization is a pendulum the size of the moon. It won’t stop slamming into me.

I … What?

He’s a hot bath, a short breath, 5 days of summer pressed into 5 fingers writing stories on my body.

Juliette is a Loony Tunes Character

My eyelashes trip into my eyebrows; my jaw drops into my lap.

Kenji Is the Worst

He grins and hobbles forward. “You know, you’re pretty hot for a psycho chick.”

I … What? part 2

My jaw is dangling from my shoelace.

The Conclusion

Don’t waste your time on this. Trust me. There’s so many things I’ve left out for the sake of brevity, and I still ended up with a mile-long review.

It doesn’t work as a romance, it doesn’t work as a dystopia, and it certainly doesn’t work as a superhero origin story. Mostly because it tries to be all of these things at once and ends up being an overwritten mediocre mess.

For a time I felt vaguely invested and interested in knowing what happened in the next books, but that feeling has passed now and I couldn’t give less of a shit.

I would honestly be very interested in seeing a character like Warner be written properly and watch him try to redeem himself and atone. But that train has already left the station, and Mafi was not on it.

#book review #repost #shatter me

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Your Poker Pair things are truly the best. ;w; Recently, I keep on imagining Allen working as a stripper in a nightclub to earn money, even if he's not happy with this kind of work. And then, it's like he meets Tyki in this place, and he's enchanted by Allen's way of dancing and moves. What would you suggest of NFSW and romantic for them?

Anon, would youbelieve me if I told you that I’ve barely written any Poker Pair before thischunk of requests I’ve gotten recently?? (Honestly, I’d written maybe 2-3drabbles, and I didn’t think they were particularly good, either.) But I seemto have found my rhythm, probably because of all the recent practice. XD Thankyou for thinking my drabbles are good. ;w;But—my oh my ohmyyy… Stripper AU, eh? I do love Stripper AUs. :3c((God, this ended up way longer than I thought, and forgive my rambling tone, but this is the best I could do before I fell asleep tonight))

Forthis, with Allen being the stripper and Tyki finding him oh so irresistible, I could see this developing so slowly. Tykiwould likely become a regular at the club, giving Allen extra tips just for thepleasure of the show.AndTyki would ask for private shows—because why the hell not? And Allen, seeinghim as an easy mark, would continue to play this further and further. Allenwould take complete advantage of it. He’d take as much as he could from Tyki—cash,gifts, favors—anything. This was how he made his living, and hooking a marklike Tyki meant more cash for him.Andthings would continue like this for a while, a routine if you will. Allen wouldwork his charms on Tyki; Tyki would shower him with money; Tyki would leave theclub with a boner the size of the Pacific Ocean and stumble home to take careof it.Butthen it changes—because during one of Allen’s private shows, Tyki asks forsomething Allen knows he shouldn’t give: a date. And Allen knows—he knows that that’s something he shouldn’tdo. Dating wasn’t good. Dating was dangerous. Tyki was a client—not a lover or a boyfriend or even a friend.But,Tyki was so handsome, and he had so much cash to spare… And really, what wasthe harm in one date? It wasn’t as if he’d fall for the guy, right?So,Allen goes. And the date is wonderful, and Tyki treats him to a fancy restaurantand to drinks, and everything is perfect. And at the end of it all, Allenexpects Tyki to pressure him for more, for sex, and when he doesn’t, Allen isleft thinking—Why?Then,their routine continues for a week, Tyki coming in like usual, asking for a privateshow, and Allen giving it to him. When the end of the week hits, Tyki onceagain, asks Allen on a date.Thistime, Allen stops, gives it to him straight—The date was nice and all, but they’renot a couple. Tyki is a client, and nothing more. Tyki says he understands, andstill asks him out.Andonce again, Allen can’t say no. It’s too good of deal to pass up.So,their routine changes. Tyki comes in during the week to see Allen dance, and onSunday nights (every Sunday night),Tyki takes him out on a date.Allenthinks this is okay—he can handle this. It’s just a job, like it’s always been.ButTyki isn’t just handsome; he’s charming.And witty. And beautiful. And he takes an interest in Allen as a person and notjust his body. And, fuck, Allen hasn’thad anyone interested in him in so long.Andone night, after too many drinks and too much shared laughter and jokes anddancing, Allen finds himself at Tyki’s apartment. And they’re kissing andtugging off each other’s clothes and before he knows it, Allen’s letting Tykido whatever he wants to him. The sex is good, better than he’d expected fromsomeone who spends all his free time in a strip club. But the morning comes toosoon, and Allen knows he’s fucked it all up. He leaves before Tyki wakes up,hurries home and tries to pretend he didn’t fuck up the best thing that’d everhappened to him.ComeMonday night, Tyki is back, asking for a private show as he always does. Allentells him he’s too busy. Tyki says he’ll wait, all night if he has to. Allenknows he would, too. So, he tells him straight up, he can’t do this anymore. It’sgone too far. They shouldn’t have slept together—it was a mistake to sleep witha client.Tykitells Allen it’s not a mistake. It was the best night he’d had in a long time.Allen can see it, see that he’s telling the truth, and as much as he feels thesame, he knows he can’t admit it. Allen says it’s over—no more dates, no moreprivate shows. This has gone too far.WhenTyki resists, tries to keep Allen from breaking whatever they had between themoff, Allen pushes him away the only way he knows how. He tells him he’s usinghim, that he’s never been anything but a client. That they only reason he everagreed to do anything with Tyki is because he’s loaded, and Allen needs the money.So,Tyki leaves. And Allen feels a hole in his chest, a pinching, tight, dark holeforming where there had never been one before.AndTyki doesn’t come back, not even for regular shows. Allen keeps looking in theaudience, thinking he might catch a glimpse of him at one of the tables, butno. Nothing.Weekspass, and that painful hole has turned numb. Allen’s friends notice he’s notthe same, and his boss tells him his focus on work is slipping. So, he takes timeoff, to clear his head, but all that leads to are more depressing thoughts andan urge to drink alone.Allentries to text Tyki, but finds that whenever he opens a new message, he can’tmake himself type. He walks past his apartment, but can’t go inside. Weeks turnto months, and nothing changes. Allen regrets his decision more and more, untileverything starts to turn to shit. He loses clients left and right, his poorattitude effecting his work until his boss finally tells him point blank: Shapeup or you’re fired.So,Allen leaves work early that night, exhausted and numb and not knowing what he’lldo if he loses this job—God, he needsthe money. He wanders the town, lost in despair, and not caring where he endsup. As he stumbles through the streets, he bumps into someone, literally, andof course, of course, it’s Tyki.Tykiis concerned with Allen’s appearance, since he’s cold and shivering and tiredfrom his constant walking to clear his head. He asks if Allen’s okay, becauseof course he does, because Tyki’s been nothing but sweet and kind to him.Andall Allen can do is laugh, laugh at himself and this man who fucked it all up. Allentells him as much, tells him he hates Tyki for what he’s done to him, forburying himself in his heart and ruining his life and making things so, sohard. Why is everything so hard now?Andhe cries. Allen cries like he hasn’t in years, and Tyki doesn’t know what to door say. Hesitantly, he pulls Allen in, hugs him, and when Allen doesn’t resist,he squeezes him closer. And it’s so warm—Allen doesn’t remember how he becameso cold, but wrapped up in Tyki’s arms, it’s impossible to ignore.So,Allen apologizes. He apologizes for lying to Tyki, for falling for him,because, God, Tyki deserved someone better than him, someone better than a stripperwho whored himself out for extra money.AndTyki asks Allen why he thinks he kept going to see him?AndAllen doesn’t know. He thought maybe Tyki was lonely, or stupid, or both.Tykilaughs, and tells Allen what he’d never told him before—that the reason he cameto see him night after night was because Allen had him captivated since thefirst night he’d seen him on stage. Tyki couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was hismoves, or his body, or his eyes, or just the sweet, mysterious air about him. Eitherway, he’d been enthralled with Allen, and had wanted nothing more than to be inhis presence.Tykiapologizes for making things awkward, for breaking Allen’s rules, for pushingthings further than he should have. He never wanted to hurt him, and it wasobvious that’s all he had managed to do. He tells Allen he’ll continue to stayaway—But,Allen grips his arms tight. No, Allensays, Don’t stay away.Allencan’t take the loneliness, the sleepless nights, the ache in his chest. It’stoo much.Allenbegs him, tells him he needs Tyki to stay. He misses him too much. He can’t thinkanymore, can’t concentrate, can’t sleep.Just stay,Allen begs. Please.And so, Tyki stays.

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