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where love finds us || reader x knj

Pairing: reader x KNJ Word count: 5.4k Rating: PG-13+ Genre: established relationship au, fluff (like a lot), (light) angst, the teensiest implied smut for good measure Summary: An evening with your fiancé's parents to celebrate their anniversary has the two of you reflecting on how lucky you both are to be in each other’s life – even if it took a long time for you to get there. Inspired by If I Knew by Bruno Mars. Warnings: discussion of ~feelings~, discussion of pregnancy, cute romantic moments, joon keeps trying to touch reader’s butt (hehe), tongue kissing (bleurgh), reader is a child of divorce and has ~trauma~ A/N: hi! this fic is a giant sticky sweet glob of sap. please forgive me (or don’t) and be sure to check your blood sugar at the end to make sure you haven’t gone into diabetic shock. i know it’s out of order but this is the same couple as the one from the way you look tonight (shameless plug) though both can be read as standalone oneshots if ya want. i freakin love this fic so i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing. beta’d and bannered as always by the amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable)! thx! ly - robyn T/N: eomeonim = used when speaking to one’s mother-in-law, specifically on the husband’s side; abeonim = the same thing but for father-in-law. PS. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers lately (eeeeee) – thanks for joining me! if you’d like to be added to any taglists, just ask in the notes or in my dms or the ask me a question thingy :) PPS. I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars (lol), they just inspire me.

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You check your reflection and fidget nervously while you're waiting for your fiancé to get out of the car, making sure the skirt of your dress is laying the way it's supposed to, that the clasp of your necklace hasn't shifted around to be in the front instead of the back the way necklaces do sometimes, checking in the mirrors to make sure your lipstick hasn't smudged. You were supposed to be here earlier – much earlier – but the festivities are already in full swing, due to the unexpected obstacle of trying (and failing) to drag Namjoon out of the house in a timely manner. His parents' anniversary party has been on the books for weeks. He knows that. It's like everything goes in one ear and out the other these days, no matter how often you swear you've reminded him. It's frustrating, really. Namjoon is practically a genius. He can remember the most obscure bits of trivia to insert randomly into casual conversation and quote long passages of literature verbatim – yet he can never seem to remember where he's supposed to be or when he's supposed to be there. His best friend Jin keeps making cracks about how he’ll probably be so immersed in whatever it is he’s doing beforehand that he’ll end up being late to his own wedding – which would be funny if it weren’t one of your exact fears. Deep breaths, y/n. Deep breaths, you tell yourself, exhaling, envisioning all of your irritation drifting away like dandelion fluff.

"You almost forgot this." Namjoon hands you a carefully wrapped box as he gets out of the car. He looks you up and down and smiles. Damn that smile. It's almost enough to erase all of the morning's frustrations. "Gosh, you're beautiful. Have I ever told you that?"

"You may have mentioned it a time or two," you say, tilting your head with a sly smile. "You're not so bad yourself." You reach up to straighten his collar. "That’s a nice suit. Dressing to impress?" Your fiancé always looks ten times better in a blazer, as opposed to his more relaxed everyday style, despite him always complaining of being too hot in suits.

He glances down sheepishly. "Ah, you know. Just threw on the first thing in my closet."

"I like it. Did your girlfriend buy it for you?"

"My fiancée picked it out, actually. Her taste is very discerning.” Namjoon chuckles, giving you a quick flash of that adorable dimple in his left cheek. "She chose me out of all people when she’s so amazing she could have had anyone.” He leans in and drops a kiss on your forehead. "Kind. Intelligent. Great kisser. Too wonderful for words. I can't even hold a candle to her."

“Sappy.” You give his lapel a tug. “Come on. We’re already late.”

“Hey, it doesn’t matter when you come, you’re never late for a party.”

“Says the man who’s late to every party.”

The atmosphere inside is lively, filled with party chatter and the sound of music playing from somewhere. “Ah, y/n, Joonie, you’re here!” exclaims Namjoon’s mother, pushing her way through the crowd to wrap you tightly in a hug. “Welcome! It’s about time.”

“We were beginning to wonder,” adds Mr. Kim, “but then we remembered who you were dealing with here.” He pats Namjoon on the shoulder good-naturedly. “Be careful, son, or y/n might decide she’s tired of putting up with you before you’re even married.”

“I’m…working on it,” mutters Namjoon, rubbing the back of his neck.

Looking for a way to change the subject, you remember the box you’re holding. “Abeonim, eomeonim, this is for you.” You hold it out to them. “Happy anniversary.”

Your mother-in-law takes it from you and pulls you into another hug. “Oh, y/n, thank you! How lovely! You shouldn’t have.” She cuts a knowing glance at Namjoon. “Joonie, why did it take you so long to ask this one to marry you? I thought you were supposed to be smart.”

“I have no idea,” sighs Namjoon.

“Anyhow, you two enjoy the party,” she continues. “There’ll be toasts later, so stick around.” Your mother-in-law winks and disappears with her husband.

You peer around at your fiancé's face. He looks a touch dazed. “You okay?”

“Oh…yeah,” he says. “I’m fine. Just wasn’t expecting all that as soon as we walked in. Well…shall we?” Namjoon motions in the general direction of the party.

“Absolutely.” You loop your arm through your fiancé's and look up at him, as the pair of you weave through the mass of party guests. "Do you think they'll like it?”

“Hm?” says Namjoon absently. “Like what?”

“The present, Joon. The one you handed me not ten minutes ago?”

Realization appears on his face. “Oh, sure. Definitely.”

You poke him in the arm. “You don't even remember what we got them, do you?”

“Of course I do. We got them, that, uh, thing. For the kitchen. It’s a kitchen thing. Right?”

“No.” You sigh. “It’s a vase. For decoration. Namjoon, you were sitting right next to me when I ordered it. And you helped me pick it out. How could you have already forgotten what it was?”

“Because that was like a month ago, and you know I can’t remember anything unless I’m reminded about it a million times? And if it’s remotely breakable, like I know most vases are, you wouldn’t let me anywhere near it anyway.” He leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek, before you can open your mouth to chide him. “They’ll love it, y/n. I know they will. My parents adore you. You could gift-wrap a rock and they’d love it because it’s from you. Me, on the other hand…" Namjoon makes a tsking noise with his tongue. “It'd just be a rock in a poorly-wrapped box if it came from me. You know, I’m getting the feeling they might like their future daughter-in-law better than their own son.”

“Of course they like you.” You reach up, patting him on the chest. “I mean, how could they not? You’re their pride and joy, Doctor Kim.”

“It’s still just Professor Kim for now,” he corrects you gently, though he looks amused. “I won’t be finished with my dissertation for another year, and I still have to defend it before anyone can call me Doctor.”

"Even so. You're already Dr. Kim in my eyes."

He smiles and opens his mouth like he’s about to say something, but gets interrupted by another party guest approaching. The interloper is one of Namjoon’s aunts, who can’t stop gushing over the two of you. “You make such an adorable couple, it would have been such a shame if one of you couldn’t make it,” she exclaims warmly, beaming from ear to ear. “When’s the big day again?”

“Second week of May,” you answer, glancing bashfully at Namjoon, who squeezes your hand and smiles.

“Oh, not long now! It’ll be here before you know it.” She pats Namjoon’s arm with a knowing smile. “You’d better behave yourself until then, Joonie.”

The faintest hint of a blush finds its way onto his cheeks. “I always do, Auntie.”

“Tch! I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Namjoon sighs as she disappears back into the crowd. “What a piece of work.”

“She’s just happy for us.”

“I know. Everyone is. Of course I am too. But I haven’t heard the end of it from any of them since they met you. It’s all, ‘don’t let this one get away,’ and ‘behave yourself, Joonie.’ As if they think I’m going to scare you away months before I finally get to marry you.” He leans over, his voice a low whisper in your ear. “If they only knew what we get up to when no one else is around. I wonder if they'd still be telling me to behave myself.”

“We’re in public,” you whisper back, cheeks burning. “Maybe you should listen to them.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” His hand drifts to rest on your ass, giving it a small pinch. “You know I can’t help myself around you. And everyone knows you drive me crazy.”

Now your ears are burning too. “Well, try.” You gently move his hand and give him a pointed look. “Please? Your parents are right there.” You look pointedly in the direction you last saw them.

“Y/n, they’re not even looking at us. Nobody is. And you can’t seriously think everyone expects us not to touch each other just because—” Namjoon starts, but stops at your slight frown. “All right, fine. I will attempt to contain myself if it bothers you that much.” If you’re not mistaken you’d say he almost looks wounded. “You do realize we will have to kiss each other at the wedding, right? In front of people? We could do a lot worse than a few public displays here and there.”

“Yeah, well, let’s test that theory another time.” Your voice comes out harder than you mean for it to.

“Okay. Duly noted.” His tone is clipped. “Am I allowed to hold your hand, at least? Or is that off-limits too?”

“If that’s the way you feel about it, then maybe you just shouldn’t hold it at all.” You pull it away, letting out a frustrated huff. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I’m just nervous, that’s all. You know I get uncomfortable around lots of people. Even if they are lots of people who know and love you, because they’re people I haven’t met yet.”

“Yes. I get that.” Namjoon sighs. “But you got so touchy all of a sudden, and when have we ever been shy about that kind of thing?”

“Never,” you murmur.

“Exactly. I just have to wonder if everything’s okay, that’s all.” He takes both of your hands, his large ones nearly covering yours. “Everything is okay, right? I know I’ve been busy lately. We both have. That’s no excuse, but—”

“No, everything’s fine.” You shake your head, despite feeling like it’s the opposite. “Forgive me. I don’t know what my problem is today.”

“It’s okay. I worry about you, that’s all.” Namjoon smiles, but it seems a touch forced. “We should make the rounds, yeah? Say hello to everyone?”

You plaster on a smile to match his. “Yeah. Let's do that.”

His hand stays firmly tucked in his pocket the whole time, except for the few times it brushes against yours, which makes him pull it away as if he’s been shocked. You find yourself missing all of his little touches: a hand on your waist, on the small of your back, your neck, your shoulder. You’d forgotten just how physical he is with his affection, and you’re beginning to wish you hadn’t snapped at him and just let him touch your ass like he wanted, relatives be damned.

Kyung-min, Namjoon’s sister, eyes the two of you suspiciously the whole time you’re talking to her. “What’s going on with you two?” she demands, mostly addressing Namjoon. “You’re both acting super sketchy. Are you in a fight?” Her gaze turns to you. “Y/n, you can tell me if he’s being a jerk. I can handle him. Seriously.” She glares back at her brother.

“No!” You shoot a glance at him. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s fine, right, Joon?”

“Right!” He smiles, almost imperceptibly. “Just some…pre-wedding jitters. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” She narrows her eyes. “Sure. Let me know how that works out.”

You sigh softly and watch Namjoon for a moment. He’s watching Kyung-min leave, his one free hand still tucked in his pocket, a drink in the other. You pull gently on his sleeve to get his attention. “Joon, I think I’m going to step outside for a minute. Get some air. It’s a little hot in here.”

“Oh.” His eyebrows lift in surprise. “Uh – do you want me to come with you?”

You shake your head and feign a smile. “No, that’s all right. You stay here. Have fun.”

“Okay, well…I’ll be here.” He raises his glass slightly.

The lanai is deafeningly quiet compared to the clamor inside, giving you a chance to finally sort through your jumbled thoughts. It’s nearly dusk already and you stare distractedly at the sun gradually beginning to sink behind the trees and houses in the distance. “Oh, why did you have to go and snap at him over nothing?” you mutter to yourself. “So what if he touched your ass? You’re about to marry the man. Is this what we do now? Blow up over nothing?” Your hands clench anxiously at the sides of your skirt. Sure, he’s busy. So are you. You could just chalk it all up to the very fact that weddings are just stressful. Exciting – but stressful. But is it really just the stress of planning the wedding that’s getting to you? Or is it something else? We’re happy…aren’t we? Is this how it starts? Does every relationship have the potential to end in anger? Resentment? No matter how happy and well-intentioned things are at the beginning? Am I just doomed to be unlucky in love because of the way I watched my parents’ marriage unravel? You close your eyes tightly and try to calm your breathing the way you did before – deep breaths, in and out – but it doesn’t work this time.

The sliding glass door opens behind you, and you turn around quickly, startled. It’s Namjoon’s mother, looking puzzled. “Y/n? What are you doing sitting out here by yourself? I would have thought you and Namjoon would be attached at the hip this close to the wedding.”

“Eomeonim,” you say, standing up. “Hello. I just…needed some air, that’s all.” And some space, from my fiancé, who loves me. Sure.

She sits down on the bench and motions for you to join her. “What’s wrong?” she says. “Are you not enjoying yourself? Do you not feel well? Should I go find Namjoon?”

“Oh, no.” You wave your hands. “I’m all right. And the party’s lovely. Nothing to bother Namjoon with.”

“Just between us girls, then. What’s the matter?” She narrows her eyes. “Did Namjoon do something?”

"No!" You shake your head. "Nothing like that. It's just…" You draw in a breath. "I see him every day. I talk to him every day. But I feel like we haven’t really spoken in weeks. He might as well be a million miles away, even though he’s right there in front of me." Your fingers twist together in your lap. "He didn’t even remember we were supposed to be here today until I reminded him an hour before we were supposed to leave. After that I snapped at him over such a small thing that I don't even remember why I was so annoyed with him.”

“But that’s not all, is it?” she asks.

You shake your head. “I know he’s got a lot on his plate with his paper, and I thought I could handle some of the wedding stuff on my own so he wouldn’t have to worry about it. I didn’t mind that too much. But there were some things I just wanted his input on, small things that wouldn’t take all that much thought, but no matter what I ask him he just says whatever I pick is fine and that he trusts my judgment. So I started to wonder, does he even care? Would he even notice if I didn’t show up? The wedding is two months away and I'm scared that we aren't on the same page anymore, that things have changed – and that maybe we're not meant to be together." Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm being silly. Look at me, making everything about myself.”

"Oh, y/n. Sweetheart." She pats your hand. "It's not silly. Lots of couples feel this way sometimes, especially right before the wedding. Marriage is a big commitment. It's natural to question whether it's the right thing to do. You love him, right?"

You nod. "More than I've ever loved anyone."

"And I know for a fact that Namjoon loves you too, even if he's not very good at showing it sometimes. So just talk to him. Clear the air, and tell him how you're feeling. He'll understand. The two of you will work it out, whatever it is." She tucks you into a soft hug. “I should be getting back to the party. Come and join us whenever you’re feeling better, all right?”

You nod and manage a watery smile. “Thank you for listening, eomeonim. And congratulations again. Thirty years – that’s special.”

“Thank you, dear.” She smiles kindly. “It takes two. You’ll get there someday.”

“Yeah.” You fiddle with your hands, smiling to yourself. “I hope so.”

You wait a few minutes after she’s gone to compose yourself before you go back inside, weaving through the crowds of people to find your fiancé. He’s easy to spot, lingering by himself near the front corner of the main room, hands tucked deep in the pockets of his jacket. He cuts a handsome figure standing there by himself, staring off into space, with the light of golden hour glowing behind him, and you have to stop for a moment, struck suddenly by how good-looking the man you’re going to marry is, on top of being one of the kindest people you’ve ever known. His face brightens noticeably when he sees you approaching. “There you are.” Namjoon smiles softly. “I was starting to wonder if I should come looking for you.”

“Oh, Joonie.” You wrap your arms around him in a quick hug, resting your head against his chest. “Just the person I wanted to see.”

“What’s all this?” He sounds surprised but wraps his arms around you anyway. “Is everything okay?” His brown eyes search the insides of yours, crinkling with concern.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. I was just wondering…would you take a walk with me? The sun is about to set, and I thought we could find a place to watch it. And talk, while we’re at it.”

“That sounds nice.” Namjoon takes your hand, twining his long fingers through yours. “Let’s go, then.” He guides you outside to a small walking trail behind his parents’ house that runs along the side of a creek. “I used to come down here all the time when I was a kid,” he says. “Mom would practically have to drag me inside for dinner when the weather was nice.”

“Aw. I bet you were cute when you were little.”

“Eh.” He shrugs. “I was. But I’m much cuter now.”

“That’s different.”

“I’ll just have to show you the pictures, then. Maybe we can get Mom to dig them out later.” Namjoon’s sleeve brushes against your bare arm. He glances down. “Those shoes aren’t hurting your feet, are they?”

“My feet are fine, but thanks for asking. These shoes are actually pretty comfortable.”

“Really? They don’t look comfortable. I’m happy to carry you. Or the shoes. Either one. I don’t mind.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll live. What about you? You're not too hot, are you?”

“Well, I might boil to death, but it’ll be worth the sacrifice, I think, if my fiancée thinks I look nice.”

You manage a smile, but it doesn’t last for long. You take a deep breath and drop your head. “I’m sorry, Joonie. I shouldn’t have snapped at you earlier.”

“Baby, is that still bothering you?” Namjoon turns to you and lifts your head to look at him. “I told you it was okay.”

“Is it really?” You watch his face. “You looked so hurt when I yanked my hand away that I thought—”

“Yes, y/n. I meant what I said. Of course I was hurt, but it's not worth staying mad over. Not to me, anyway.”

"But…" Your mind goes back to earlier. "You didn't touch me the whole time we were talking to everyone." Your voice almost sounds petulant.

Namjoon laughs suddenly. “I was trying to behave myself, like you asked me to. And do you know how difficult it was for me to keep my hands to myself for that long when the most beautiful woman in the room was standing right next to me the whole time? So difficult. I might actually deserve some kind of compensation for it.”

“How was I supposed to know that?" you demand. "Since when have you ever listened to me when I tell you not to do something?”

He folds you securely into a hug and rests his chin on your shoulder. “Aw. You missed me, didn't you?”

“Maybe a little,” you say, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Thank you for apologizing.” He kisses you on the forehead. “But it's not necessary. Consider the whole thing forgotten, okay?”

“Okay,” you say. “Sorry for being annoying. I was just overthinking, I guess. Being a child of divorce will do that to you.”

“Annoying? No, of course not. No one could possibly find my fiancée annoying.” Namjoon wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you further into his warmth. “Y/n, are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” He sighs. “I should have expected it would still be cool now. I would've reminded you to bring your sweater.”

“No, Joon, it’s fine,” you start, but he’s sliding out of his blazer and draping it over your shoulders before you can finish talking. It still radiates warmth from his body heat and smells overwhelmingly like him. “You’ll look for any excuse to take your clothes off, won’t you? Or is it just that you like seeing me wearing them?”

“Can’t it be both?” He grins playfully. “I really was about to boil to death, you know. Seeing you look all small and cute in my jacket is just a plus.”

“I’m so sure, you goofball.” You reach up to cup his chin.

Namjoon’s face softens and his eyes drop. “I’m sorry, too, by the way.” You look at him quizzically. “If it feels like I haven’t made a lot of time for you lately, then you’re probably right. I haven’t been very present at all, to be honest. We were supposed to be planning this wedding together, but it dawned on me that with the edits on my paper and everything else that’s going on, I let most of the planning fall on you without even asking if you were okay with it. You even asked me if I was going to be okay planning a wedding when I was this far into my thesis, and I swore up and down that it wouldn’t be an issue, but here we are, two months out, and look at that – it’s an issue. You have your own responsibilities outside of the wedding, and it was selfish of me to just expect that you'd take care of it.”

You feel relieved. “How did you know that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about?”

“I’m just that smart. But also incredibly dumb at times, because I have this very bad habit of taking the people I love for granted. Oh," he adds, "and Kyung-min overheard you talking to Mom and came to yell at me, so I put two and two together and figured it out from there.”

"That sounds like your sister."

"She even pinched me. Hard. I’d forgotten how painful her pinches are." Namjoon rubs a hand against the top of his head. "I never meant to upset you, y/n. I just get so lost in my own little world sometimes that I forget that it’s not just mine anymore, because you’re a part of it too. It's our world. You and me. So when it happens again – and I know it will – I’m counting on you to pull me back out and keep me grounded in reality. Okay?"

“I will.” You press a soft kiss to his mouth. He leans in to deepen it further, fingers twisting into the hair at the nape of your neck. His lips become more pressing, more insistent, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth. Your lips part gently, allowing him in deeper.

“I’ve missed this," Namjoon sighs between kisses. “I'm going to be happy when life settles down again, you know? Then I can go back to having you all to myself." He looks down at you, his eyes glinting mischievously. “And I can give you all the attention you deserve.”

“Is that so?” you say, as he’s leaving a trail of kisses down the side of your neck. “All the attention?”

“Mhm,” he says, face nearly buried in your shoulder. He pulls away suddenly. “You know, maybe we should just get married already. Are you sure you don't want to just call it all off and elope? Didn’t you say you didn't care how it happened as long as we ended up married at the end?"

"If I’m remembering correctly, I believe that was you." You smile. "We met at a wedding, remember? It's only right that we give someone else the same opportunity.”

“A wedding reception,” he corrects you. “We barely knew those people, and we didn’t even go to the ceremony. We can always just elope and still have a big party.”

“It’s only two more months,” you say, pouting slightly. “I’ve already bought the dress and everything. We're too close to call it off now. Can you imagine how disappointed your mother would be if her only son ran off and got married without telling her? She'd never forgive you."

"You can still wear the dress if we elope. And we'll make it up to her by giving her a couple of grandkids to spoil." Namjoon shrugs. "What do you think? The sooner the better, right? We could get started right away if we go ahead and make it official." His hand sneaks toward your ass.

"I think," you say, catching his rogue hand in yours, "there’ll be plenty of time for that in a year or two, once you finish your dissertation. If I got pregnant, oh, say a month from now—”

“A month?” he protests. “I don’t think it would take me that long to get you pregnant.”

“Hypothetically, Joon.” You poke him in the arm. “Think about it. You’d be signing yourself up for a hormonal pregnant wife during the first half of the school year, and then a screaming baby keeping you awake during the second half. You barely managed planning a wedding. Do you really think you could handle that?”

"Hm, when you put it that way, I guess I can wait a little longer," he muses. "Oh, well. I suppose I just really like the idea of someone that’s a little bit you and a little bit me running around.”

"Someone that has your eyes and nose? And a sweet little smile with a dimple to match?" you tease.

"Or maybe a little carbon copy of my beautiful wife?" Namjoon bumps his forehead against yours, grinning. "I could get used to that." He stands in silence for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "Whenever we decide the timing’s right…I think you’ll make an amazing mother.”

“You think so?” You chuckle. “As long as their childhood isn’t anything like mine I’ll be satisfied. I don’t think I ever heard my parents have a conversation that didn’t end in a screaming match.” Your parents did nothing but fight for fifteen years before they got divorced. Your mother, for one, is much happier now that your father is out of the picture, but his seemingly never ending reserve of anger and resentment toward your mother has left you with some pretty deep scars and a fear of commitment that plagued you throughout most of your dating years. Your relationship with your fiancé is the only one that’s ever come close enough to having marriage on the table as a possibility, and it took months of him being patient, slowly working his way past all of the walls you put up for yourself over the years, to even get there.

“It won’t be,” says Namjoon firmly. “It’ll be different. We’re different. You told me your father changed once they got married, right? I’d never do that to you.”

“Everyone changes, especially once they get married. You don’t think you will?”

“Well, of course I’ll change.” He tilts his head to one side pensively. “I think everyone does, at least a little. I just hope it’ll be positive change. For example, the way I love you is never going to change, but how much I love you is just going to continue to grow every day.”

“That’s a nice way of looking at it.” You smile. “I like that. I hope it’s the same for me, too.”

Namjoon smiles down at you and takes your hand. “What we have is special,” he says. “We’re so lucky to have stumbled across each other when we did. I couldn’t have found a more perfect match in anyone else. We’re made for each other. It’s like…the stars and the planets and the whole universe lined up just for us.”

“You believe we were meant to be?”

“Exactly. It was destiny. Fate. It was meant to happen exactly the way it happened. If Jin hadn’t dragged me out of my apartment that weekend, and Ji-eun hadn’t tried to set you up with that guy, who knows where we’d be right now?”

"Probably on another terrible blind date that Ji-eun set up because she swore up and down that this guy is the one and totally perfect for me, and so much better than the last few that she also thought were totally perfect for me."

“And I would probably still be sitting in my apartment buried in papers, with Jin trying to convince me to come out drinking with him again.” Namjoon smiles ruefully and looks down. “Can I say something dumb really quick?”

“Your ‘something dumb’ will probably still end up being something thoughtful and well-said, so by all means, go ahead.”

He hesitates. “I wish I’d known it was going to happen. That I was going to meet you when I did. I spent so much time thinking about my ex, everything I did wrong with her, what I could have done to keep her from breaking up with me, that I didn't even give a second thought to the fact that there might be someone better out there. Someone…like you." Namjoon tilts his head forward, pressing his forehead against yours. “If I’d known it was going to be you,” he continues, “I guess, I don’t know, I would have tried harder. Worked on myself more. Tried to be better. Something like that." He’s still smiling, but there’s regret in his eyes.

“Oh, Joon.” You put your hands on both sides of his cheeks. “You know that’s one of the things I love the most about you? But you’ve always been enough for me. Ever since we met. You were enough for me then, you’re enough for me now, and you always will be. I love you, Kim Namjoon, just the way you are. You’re my perfect fit. Always and forever.”

"Thank you." He takes your hands in his and squeezes. "For trusting me. I know you’ve had a lot happen that would scare anyone away from commitment. I know you worry all the time about ending up just like your parents. But you overcame that. You looked past all of my flaws and agreed to spend forever with me. And every day you’re by my side you get even stronger. That’s a huge deal. I’m grateful for that. And I’m so proud of you.”

“How could I not, when you make it so easy? When you’re so willing and patient with me?” You reach up and press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m excited. To be your wife, to start a family with you, anniversaries, old and gray, the whole deal. I don’t want to be like my parents. I want us to be like yours. I want to build a life together. Something that will last forever.”

“Me too.” Namjoon smiles and hugs you closer. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He kisses the side of your head. “We’re going to make it, y/n. We’re going to go so far together, and I can’t wait. It won’t always be easy, but I’m ready to try.”

“And I’ll be right there next to you.”

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear. “Thank you for saying yes.”

“Thank you for asking,” you whisper back. “It sure took you long enough, didn’t it?”

Namjoon tosses his head back and laughs. “No one’s ever going to let me live that down, are they?”

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juliogetthestretch · 3 months

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૮꒰ྀི✌️´ ᵕ `✌️꒱ྀིა

'take a look in that mirror,

now tell me whose the fairest.

is it you?

is it me?

say its us,

kawaii!'

– That's What I Like (Live At Tokyo Dome), 2024

#twil — td;hk 🎀#td;hk 🎀#hello kitty era 🎀#24k magic #an evening with silk sonic #bruno mars #bruno mars fan page #fan page #fanpage #silk sonic #unorthodox jukebox #doo wops & hooligans #hello kitty #sanrio #hello kitty x bruno mars

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bispy-agent214 · 2 years

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There’s just something so personal about listening to an album on repeat for hours, at all times of the day, for days on end because it makes you wanna cry in a way that makes no logical sense.

#the miseducation of lauryn hill #by lauryn hill #is currently that album for me #but before that it was #unorthodox jukebox #by bruno mars #and before that it was both #19 #and #30 #by adele #personal

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theoriginalmattresstester · 3 months

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#10K2024 1-17-24

1532. If I Could See (What the Angels See)-Amy Grant 1533. Better Not to Know-Amy Grant 1534. Don't Try So Hard-Amy Grant 1535. Deep As It Is Wide-Amy Grant 1536. Here-Amy Grant 1537. Shovel in Hand-Amy Grant 1538. Golden-Amy Grant 1539. Our Time is Now-Amy Grant 1540. Not Giving Up-Amy Grant 1541. How Mercy Looks From Here-Amy Grant 1542. Greet the Day-Amy Grant 1543. Free-Amy GRant 1544. Faith-Amy GRant 1545. Threaten Me With Heaven-Amy Grant 1546. Happy Amy Grant 1547. Eye to Eye-Amy Grant 1548. Simple Things-Amy Grant 1549. Beautiful-Amy Grant 1550. Out in the Open-Amy Grant 1551. I Don't Know Why-Amy GRant 1552. Looking For You-Amy Grant 1553. Touch-Amy Grant 1554. Innocence Lost-Amy Grant 1555. After the Fire-Amy Grant 1556. Friend-Gracie Abrams 1557. 21-Gracie Abrams 1558. Under/Over-Gracie Abrams 1559. tehe-Gracie Abrams 1560. I Miss You, I'm Sorry-Gracie Abrams 1561. Long Sleeves-Gracie Abrams 1562 Minor-Gracie Abrams 1563. Make Me New-Misa James, Eddie Clark, The 408 Collective 1564. First Step-Misa James 1565. The Flow-Misa James 1566. Hawaii (Interlude)-Misa James 1567. Interior Pink-MIsa James 1568. Leaves-MIsa James 1569. Cold-Misa James 1570. Rainful-Misa James 1571. No Fucks-Misa James 1572. Tell me- Misa James 1573. Two Lanes of Freedom-Tim McGraw 1574. ONe of Those Nights-Tim McGraw 1575. Friend of a Friend-Tim McGraw 1576. Southern Girl-Tim McGraw 1577. Truck yeah!-Tim McGraw 1578. Nashville Without You-Tim McGraw 1579. Book of John-Tim McGraw 1580. Annie I Owe You a Dance-Tim McGraw 1581. Mexicoma-Tim McGraw 1582. Number 37405-Tim McGraw 1583. It's Your World-Tim McGraw 1584. Tinted Windows-Tim McGraw 1585. Let Me Love It Out of You-Tim McGraw 1586. Young Girls-Bruno Mars 1587. Locked Out of Heaven-Bruno Mars 1588. Gorilla-Bruno Mars 1589. Treasure-Bruno Mars 1590. Moonshine-Bruno Mars 1591. Natalie-Bruno Mars 1592. When I was Your Man-Bruno Mars 1593. Show Me-Bruno Mars 1594. Money Make Her Smile-Bruno Mars 1595. If I Knew-Bruno Mars

#music #spotify #10k2024 #10K2024 #misa james #tim mcgraw #abba #amy grant #two lanes of freedom #bruno mars #unorthodox jukebox

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as-melodias-do-q · 2 years

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Com outro grande sucesso do cantor Bruno Mars lançada em 2013 para o seu segundo álbum Unorthodox Jukebox, escrita por Bruno Mars, Philip Lawrence, Ari Levine, Andrew Wyatt e produzida pelos The Smeezingtons a canção atingiu ouro na Austrália e quatro vezes platina no Estados Unidos da América.

Bruno Mars, acompanhado apenas com piano como fundo e com a capacidade elevada das suas cordas vocais tal como já tinha provado anteriormente, Mars retrata na canção o quão se arrepende de perder a mulher que amava e que nunca devemos subestimar o nosso parceiro, respeitá-lo e cuidar dele e que num relacionamento temos que lutar diariamente para mantê-lo forte e saudável.

Bruno Mars ganhou grande reconhecimento ao fazer músicas sobre relacionamentos e lutas emocionais pelas suas companheiras tal como a canção “Just the Way You Are”, “Rain” e “Grenade” e em 2013 com esta mesma canção adicionou á sua carreira outra canção sobre a luta por um relacionamento com a “When I Was Your Man”.

#bruno mars #love songs #Unorthodox Jukebox

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brunomarsarchive · 19 days

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#bruno mars #unorthodox jukebox era

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eddiesghxst · 6 months

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bruno mars be singing the craziest lyrics for such a tiny man

#that man doesn’t fuck he makes love #LOVE.#L-O-V-E #like unorthodox jukebox ?!#why r u speaking to me like this sir ??#this is crazy !!#rachie speaks

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mulderfx · 4 months

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just discovered moonshine_brunomars.mp3. it will be on repeat for the next three months at least i’m sure

#god bruno mars unorthodox jukebox how i adore you

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afabkaidou · 10 months

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Talked abt life one-on-one w/ the bestie and then we sung Bruno Mars as a cleanser from all the heavy topics, as we should

#I made her into an offical Doo-Wops and Hooligans fan slay #I'm more of an Unorthodox Jukebox fan but I listen to his singles more :33 #🍡

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mrworldwideshoulders · 2 years

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unorthodox jukebox || series announcement || part 2

—keep dancing until the last song plays, even if you leave the dancefloor—we don’t always know what will happen next, so choose wisely—

these next stories are inspired by the 2012 album of the same name.

**all release dates tbd unless otherwise noted**

link to playlist: hooligans

Track 1: Young Girls Title: Restless Heart Syndrome @onmypillow-onmytable Pairing: reader x JJK Rating: rated M / R Genre: angst, fluff, implied smut You can't trust young girls with your heart when you're a hopeless romantic. Love, and everything that comes with it, will only ever get you in trouble. It took several dangerous mistakes for Jungkook to finally take that to heart. But he just can't help himself when it comes to you.

Track 2: Locked Out of Heaven Title: Stairway to Heaven @mrworldwideshoulders Pairing: reader x KSJ Rating: M / R Genre: smut You haven’t stopped thinking about Kim Seokjin since the last time you saw him. And you definitely weren’t expecting to run into him again so soon after the way you left him. Turns out he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since that night either.

Track 4: Treasure looking for jimin? he'll be waiting in one plus one.

Track 5: Moonshine looking for taehyung? catch him in moonshine (coming soon in part 3).

Track 6: When I Was Your Man Title: Give Me Novacaine (posted here!) @mrworldwideshoulders Pairing: reader x MYG (but not really) Rating: rated M / R Genre: angst, breakup au Lost and spiraling, Yoongi can’t stop himself from thinking about what he could have done differently to keep from losing you - if he'd treated you better, if he'd spent more time with you, if he’d paid you more attention, maybe you wouldn’t have betrayed him – and maybe you could have loved him the way he loved you.

Track 8: Show Me looking for hoseok? catch him in i've got you under my skin (coming soon in part 3).

Track 10: If I Knew Title: Where Love Finds Us (posted here!) Pairing: reader x KNJ Rating: rated PG-13+ Genre: fluff, established relationship au A weekend with your fiancé's parents to celebrate their 30th anniversary has you and your fiancé reflecting on how lucky you both are to have stumbled across each other.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts angst #bts fluff #bts series #bts x reader #bts smut #bts au #mrworldwideshoulders #onmypillow-onmytable #unorthodox jukebox #bruno mars

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juliogetthestretch · 1 month

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ᡣ𐭩 •｡𐚁 ˚⋅

'save a horse,

ride a cowboy.'

#cowboy era 🏜️#bruno mars fan page #bruno mars #24k magic #an evening with silk sonic #fan page #fanpage #silk sonic #doo wops & hooligans #unorthodox jukebox #24k magic song

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Leave The Door Open - Drabble #1 | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader

Genre: fluff, implied smut

AU: Established relationship

Wordcount: 1,233

Summary: Based off this TikTok. Your boyfriend comes home while you're baking and you've made a mess

Warnings: Language. This is the Jungkook that loves pet names. heavy petting. this is nonsense

Rating: NC17 to be safe

AN: After over a month of not writing my weirdos, we've returned with a small drabble. As it usually goes, @btsgotjams27 sent a tiktok and it spiraled from there. Thank you to her and @astronaut-jin-moon for beta-reading and of course, banner and divider made by the beautiful @classicseffects

and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. It’s greatly appreciated. 💜

“Uh, Sparkles, why is it such a mess in here?”

“Hmm?” You turn around to face your boyfriend just returning from working out with Taehyung. You’re wearing shorts, a baggy shirt, and an apron covered in flour. Your eyes follow his eyes to the mess of flour on the floor.

“Oh. I’m going to clean up in a minute, I promise. I just need to put this in the oven first.” You grin, lifting the cake pan up as proof.

“Mhmm…” Jungkook nods skeptically, retreating to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

When he comes back, vacuum and mop in hand, you’re at the sink washing the many dishes you’ve created. The cake is in the oven, your apron is tossed on the counter with the rest of the mess and you’re splashing water everywhere while dancing to whatever music is playing in your AirPods.

One thing he learned immediately after you two moved in together was that you could not wash the dishes without music playing. It gave him the freedom to say whatever he wanted, usually sex jokes just to be funny, and you wouldn’t respond.

“How are you so messy?” He mumbles, picking up your apron and dusting it off as much as he can before barely folding it and putting it on a part of the counter that wasn’t attacked by flour.

“Honestly, baby. I think you put more fucking flour on the floor than into the cake…” you say nothing in response, shaking your hips as you finish off a dish and place it in the dish rack.

He shakes his head at the sight, the urge to make the kitchen clean shockingly stronger than the urge to punish you for the mess by bending you over the counter and fucking you senseless. Instead he spanks your ass while leaning around to grab a few paper towels and wetting them, kissing your neck once before pulling away. You squirm at the touch of his lips briefly on your skin, unknowingly whimpering out loud at the loss of contact. He smirks at the sound and gets to work.

He manages to quickly wipe down the counter you had claimed as your work station for chaos, even having to wipe the cabinets above and below it while asking how over and over again. He finishes before you’re even halfway through the dishes, too busy dancing to the song to care about efficiency. He checks your phone on the counter to see you listening to the Unorthodox Jukebox album from Bruno Mars and cackles.

You stated your dislike of Bruno sometime after you got together, saying you only liked it when Jungkook sang it. But here you are, dancing and doing the dishes to the man that brought you two together.

Jungkook turns the vacuum on, making quick work of cleaning up your flour disaster. You feel a slight bump on your foot and look down to see he ran the vacuum into you on purpose. You glare at him through the happy song in your ears, lifting one foot at a time for him to quickly vacuum under where you’re standing with a smirk still plastered to his pretty face.

Once he feels he’s vacuumed all that he can, he whips out the mop, applying one of the disposable pads to the bottom and repeating what he just did with the vacuum, making sure not one speck of flour is on his brand new kitchen floor. You both moved in two months ago to a bigger apartment in a newer complex nearby and he’ll be damned if he lets it get filthy in the first year of living there.

He sneakily checks your phone again as you’re working on the last dish, smiling at the song you’re currently on and plays it in his head, counting to where the best part of the song is. He watches you turn off the water as you place the last dish in the dishrack and quickly, he sets the mop against the counter. He rushes to place his hands on your hips, turning you around perfectly in time with the song in your ears and slides his hands up to your torso to pick you up and put you on the counter. Your hands immediately find their spot on his shoulders as his hands drop back down to your thighs to squeeze them. You gasp as he fully leans into you, giving you the quickest and deepest kiss possible. He pulls away before your legs can wrap around him and grabs the mop, cleaning where you were just standing and ignoring you completely.

“What the…?” are the only words you let out as you sit there, hands still floating where his shoulders were just a second ago. They slowly drop while you watch him cleaning the floor before taking out the airpods and setting them aside and grabbing his arm, pulling him back to you.

“Nuh-uh. Get back here and finish whatever you were just doing.” You scoot closer to the edge as you bring him back between your legs, hand tangling in his hair when you bring his lips to yours.

He gives in to your demand, letting the mop rest against the counter again as his hands slide up your thighs, past your hips, and roughly grabbing your ass to scoot you even closer to him. You moan into the kiss, letting him kiss you like a man starved and roll his hips into you. Your legs wrap around his waist, hands dropping between you both to lift his shirt enough to dig your nails into his abs, grinning at the low groan that escapes him when he kisses your jaw. You run your fingertips along the edge of his sweatpants, tickling the skin and making him hiss. Your hand starts to slip past the waistband when a loud high pitched beeping comes from the oven, causing you both to jump.

You both pull back, laughing and trying to catch your breath. You jump off the counter, quickly placing the oven mitts on and taking the cake out after turning the oven off and resting the cake on the stovetop. You turn back to Jungkook who’s back to mopping the floor and hug him from behind, wrapping your arms around his lower torso, hands finding their way back to the waistband of the pants.

“Nuh-uh. I need to clean up your mess, filthy.” You whine and pout against his back, trying to cling to him tighter, but he easily pries your hands off him.

“But…” you whimper.

“Nope.”

You watch him finish up, tossing the mop pad in the trash and walking away to put the mop and vacuum away. When he comes back, you’ve removed the shirt and shorts, quickly replacing it with the apron. His eyes go wide at the sudden outfit change.

“Now?” You smile, doing a small curtsy with the apron, enough that he can see your cleavage.

“What the hell, Sparkles?” He groans, walking up to you and effortlessly picking you up.

“You started this!” You start but he shuts you up with a kiss.

“We’re gonna make another fucking mess…”

“Shower then?” Your smile breaks into a grin as he sighs, heading for the bathroom.

Sure, he started this, but he’s going to punish you for making a mess in the first place.

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midnightsslut · 1 month

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including only one album per artist or else lana would take up way too many spots

#gust and the good witch are great too but there wasn’t enough room for both #guts has more replay value but tgw is objectively a much stronger album so I didn’t want to do one without the other #idk

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imichelle-l-rigby · 7 months

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Reflections: Cillian Murphy’s Limited Edition

Series 3, episode 2

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*I am a music prof (predominantly classical vocalist), and I LOVE listening to Cillian’s music choices! That being said, sometimes I won’t like a song simply because of a vocalist (it’s a professional hazard - sorry!) 👩‍🏫

** The following are my own observations/opinions. We may not agree, and that’s ok! That’s what makes music fun! 😊

*** I wouldn’t say I’m well-versed in Cillian’s music preferences, but I do enjoy them (for the most part). I always wind up adding to my own playlists after listening to Cillian’s recommendations.

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And now for episode 2…

🎵 Set 1 (Gonna Be - Sun King)

Gonna Be: an interesting beginning! I like the layers of motivic play from low, mid, and high parts of the texture. Fun instrument and sound effect choices, as well!

Come Home: harmonies are dense, but so wholesome and satisfying. It reminds me of a lot of Americana material.

Sun King: I LOVE THE BEATLES SO UNIRONICALLY 😍😍😍😍. Also, Abbey Road had its birthday this past week! 😊

🎤Talking Break

“Blathering blindly”

“Bus stops along the way”

He sounds more chill this time than last week? His voice is giving serious ASMR vibes

“Treash”

His love of close harmonies is so valid 👌

That’s adorable him asking his dad about the faux Italian in “Sun King” 😂

🎵Set 2 (SpongeBob -

SpongeBob: I promise you that this is the last thing I think of in association with SpongeBob! 😅 while this is objectively good, it’s not my cup of tea. I do like that I can understand/follow the lyrics. Well done and well constructed.

Officina stellare: I like this! A fun, atmospheric piece.

I’m not sure why this and SpongeBob go together, but the juxtaposition is striking.

🎤Talking Break:

Italian pronunciation should be: oh-fee-chee-nah steh-lah-rey

“Brilliant atmosphere of doom” ok… way to bring down the vibe, Cillian! 😅

🎵Set 3 (Weird Lullaby - Nite Owl)

Weird Lullaby: I do enjoy some good, original jazz. Swing era, and an unorthodox use of scat. I looked up Babs, and I need to find more of his stuff. He’s got an enjoyable voice, and approaches harmonies in a beautiful way.

Nite Owl: even though this is also an “oldie,” it is a STRONG difference compared with the previous!!! But I like this - what a feel good song! Good use of what is now called a “twang” vocal technique (twang isn’t just for country music).

🎤Talking Break

Now I need to listen to Frank Zappa’s Jukebox…

Joke’s on you, Cillian! First time I listened to this I was NOT “headphoned up!” 😂 I know, I’m such a rebel! 😂😂 Jk I was too lazy to go get my AirPods

🎵Set 4 (Trees, etc. - A Slice of the Top)

Trees, etc: well, it’s certainly better/more enjoyable than “Revolution 9” - that is one trippy, scary song! But I’ll be honest, I expected more “sound directionality” when he said to “headphone up,” like when you can hear the direction of the sound change from left to right. Regardless, this is a cool concept piece.

A Slice Of The Top: more jazzy, for sure. I’m loving the different riffs! Something about it sounds like Afro-Cuban jazz, but idk why? Maybe it’s the background rhythms? Fun dissonant harmonies, though!

🎤Talking Break:

“There is some coherence… somewhere”

🎵Set 5 (Dr. Ring Ding -Jack Ruby)

Dr. Ring Ding: the intro is so weird 😅 but no, this is a cool song. Again, I always appreciate some good riffs/solos!

Jack Ruby: same artist!! Wow! And man, I just wanna dance listening to these songs!💃

🎤Talking Break

A Cork specific question!

I saw somewhere someone was asking what a “boogie” is supposed to mean. I *think* (?) it’s just a jam session or performance of some kind??? At lest that’s how I’m interpreting this story.

A pub called Snotty Joe’s?! 😂😂😂

Ejected from establishments 😂😂😂😂

Corkonians

“Brilliantly sound self”

🎵Set 6 (Gone Daddy Gone - Downtown Train)

Gone Daddy Gone: ok, this is a boogie, if I say so! The instrumental track is fun, though repetitive. The vocal line is fairly monotone. Idk why monotone songs work, but they do (Mr. Brightside is a great example of monotone done right)! And a marimba solo?! Yes, please! 🤩

Downtown Train: ok… Tom Waits’ voice is not my favorite. That being said, this is a good song. It’s not something I would listen to often because of the vocals, but it’s definitely got merit. And something about this is so nostalgic?

🎤Talking Break

Aretha!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

Yay archive material!!!

“Baby, baby, baby”

🎵Set 7 (Baby, Baby, Baby)

Baby, baby, baby: I have no words. Aretha has SUCH a lovely, effortless-sounding voice! And her songs are so soulful! Perfection. 💯

🎤Talking Break

Thoughts on Bill: he’s eclectic. But his description is vague and I wish he’d be more specific.

🎵Set 8 (Free’s - Weird Sisters)

Free’s: the melody isn’t ambitious (almost like a recitative), but his voice has a nice, rich quality to it! And the instrumentation is fun! Almost like a little jazzy flute riff along with atmospheric backing.

Weird Sisters: enjoyable song! Definitely enjoying the slow build in texture - well done.

As a voice teacher, I want to double check some vocal production techniques of his. I’m not sure if some of the vocal anomalies I’m hearing are purposeful or not. I think they’re done on purpose, but if not, he should go visit an ENT (the doctor, not the talking tree). TLDR: vocal health is important.

🎤Talking Break

Oh no… not more weird dude from Yorkshire 😅

I’m still so confused.

Ok… an introduction to the next artist.

🎵Set 9 (Micael)

Micael: I like this song a lot. Guitar is haunting, atmospheric, and repetitive. The other instrumental and sound effects in the back are nice additions! The vocal line and it’s layers just keep adding to the strangeness of this song. It’s a puzzle, and I think that’s why I like it - it keeps you on your toes!

🎤Talking Break

An exclusive! 🙀

Oooh… a book reading!

Comments on Jarvis: yes. Music is a magic trick! His French is good. *the tingle* - yep! So important!

“Pop music was real music as far as I was concerned” - I do disagree with this point. All music is real. You may not like it, but that’s a different subject 🤷‍♀️

🎵Set 10 (Black Magic)

Black Magic: why is this such a banger??? 😎😎😎 the bell line is a really nice touch, and I like it’s unique and unexpected melody compared to the more predictable vocal line and chorus.

🎤Talking Break:

“Thank you, Jarvis”

🎵Set 11 (Harmoniser Dub - The Smoke)

Harmoniser Dub: for something with “harmonize” in the title, there isn’t much harmonizing… (I know, I’m being purposefully obtuse) 😂 but a fun use of electronic sounds and non-vocal music!

The Smoke: I like this a lot more than the previous song! Lots of unexpected rhythmic pauses, and the mysterious vocal line is cool 😎 I like how this song is constantly morphing and borrowing styles to form a whole.

🎤Talking Break

Love remixes!

“No let’s not play the ident”

“Friends”

🎵Set 12 (Lwonsome Tonight - All Souls)

Lwonsome Tonight: now I have a complicated relationship with her voice. She purposefully sings in a thin, unsupported style and in a difficult portion of her range to create a specific haunting/folksy effect. I get it, but I don’t care for it. Good storytelling, and the vocal melody has an interesting contour.

All Souls: a strong contrast with the previous song! I like the electronic distortion and sub-pulses. 👍 the piano line is reminiscent of some of the driving pulses in funeral marches, so that’s a cool touch. I would say I prefer this song to the other one featured.

🎤Talking Break

I do love covers

🎵Set 13 (PinkMoon - Paprika Pony)

Pink Moon: I like this! Fun electronic components, and a pleasant head-dominant vocal production. This is such a vibe! ✨

Side note: isn’t AURORA featured in Frozen 2?

Paprika Pony: WHOA what a contrast! This is all clear-cut edges where the previous is all soft and fluffy. I know that has nothing to do with musical qualities, but that’s how I’m hearing it tonight.

I guess this set is tied together by alliteration? 😂

🎤Talking Break

“Anthemic” - I did not know that was a word!

🎵Set 14 (Stand Anthem)

Stand Anthem: I’m sorry, Cill, but I don’t like this. I enjoyed the first 20 seconds? It does have a “We Are The World” vibe, but it’s so repetitive. I think it’s the “stand” portions I dislike most - they don’t go anywhere. There’s no sense of build or momentum, and I’d really like to have that featured, especially in an anthem!

🎤Talking Break

Yay! Irish music!

Set 15 (Foreign Fleas)

Foreign Fleas: dude, this sounds dark and scary! 🫣 but that’s not a bad thing! I’m just a wimp 😂 but there are some nice, crunchy, dissonant harmonies in the vocal line. 👍

🎤Talking Break

“Brave and moving act of communication”

“Multitudinal”

What’s a Wally???

“Mind yourselves”

🎵Set 16 (Become the Earth - Distant Sky)

Become the Earth: oddly enough, I would describe her voice as “earthy” 😂 the simplicity of this song is nice. Heavily produced stuff is nice, but so is something like this. There’s still some post-production parts, but it’s not overwhelming. I did like that descending and ascending slide in the backing vocals! That was cool!!!

Distant Sky: Nick Cave is one of those artists who has such a gift when it comes to storytelling. However, his voice isn’t my favorite. That being said, what he adds instrumentally and through storytelling outweighs his vocal production (which is also a choice, I believe). And the juxtaposition of Nick and Else Torp is just wow! Overall, this is a beautiful song, and I’m happy the show ended so strongly with this gorgeous piece.

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And that’s episode 2! Honestly, I’m surprised I was able to get this out by Friday - this week has been hectic! 😂😅

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Feel feee to share/comment! 😊

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#cillian murphy #Cillian Murphy’s limited edition #music

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