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sebscore · 1 year

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hey lovely! i love how u write and i’ve just had this idea for a request for a while and it’s with charles and u know how he plays the piano 😁 so the reader loves to sing and has a really nice voice so he loves to play like an adele song and let her just singgg. I think it’s so sweeet, have nice day/night ily!!🫶

PIANO PRINCE | CHARLES LECLERC

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warnings: this is heavily inspired by taylor swift and joe alwyn's relationship!

author's note: this is probably the first and only time I'll ever complete a request the day it was requested lol- I'm proud of myself. I know it is not exactly like how you suggested it, but I still hope you enjoy it! thanks for the support and I hope you have a nice day!

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''There is this one name that comes up a few times in the song credits,'' Jimmy puts the cover art of her new album down, ''Jules Perceval.'' He reads out loud, a humorous grin on his face.

Y/N nods her head, already knowing where this was going. ''Yes, Jules Perceval.'' She confirms.

''Your fans are quite confused on who this person is, because it's the first time they've shown up in your album credits and they have a lot of theories so can you confirm who Jules Perceval is?'' Her publicist had already confirmed with Jimmy's team that they had permission to ask about the mystery person that had producing credits on her new body of work.

The singer laughs as the audience reacts enthusiastically. ''Yes, I can,'' she mischievously smiles at Jimmy who claps his hands, ''Jules Perceval is a pseudonym for my boyfriend.'' As soon as the words left her mouth, the crowd started applauding and making 'ooh'- noises.

''Your boyfriend? Is he a composer or?'' The host grows more curious at the revelation that it's her significant other.

She shakes her head. ''No, he's actually a, uh, race car driver.'' Y/N chuckles, Jimmy's surprised face amusing her greatly.

''A race car driver? Wow, that's quite a contrast,'' he laughs, the audience giggling along with him, ''how did you guys end up working together? Because your jobs are vastly different.'' He asks, putting his cards down.

''It wasn't planned, but Charles- my boyfriend- he loves playing the piano and he's been doing that for years, and one day he was just playing around on it and not taking it very seriously, but he played this certain melody that caught my attention,'' she explained, ''I asked him to play it again, recorded it on my phone and I send it to my producer that I usually work with.''

''He sent a more worked out version of the melody back and that's how it came about.'' She finished her explanation.

Jimmy and the audience looked impressed. ''That's amazing! And why did he decide to use a pseudonym and not his real name?''

''We wanted people to listen to the song without having any higher expectations simply because he was in the credits.'' Y/N answers, diplomatically.

''Jules Perceval sounds very fancy,'' Jimmy smiled, gathering some laughs from the crowd, ''did you come up with that or did your boyfriend?''

''That was all him,'' she grinned, ''his godfather is named Jules and one of his middle names is Perceval so that's how the name came about.'' Y/N remembers clearly how proud Charles looked as he told her and her team which name he wanted to be credited under.

''I love that! Well, if the racing doesn't work out, he has another profession he can get right into.'' Jimmy teased, leaning his arms on the desk.

Y/N giggled, hiding her face in her hands. ''I'll tell him that.''

''So… I can quit racing, huh?'' Charles' tired voice sounded over the phone, the mischief still present.

Y/N snorted at his greeting. ''You watched the interview then, I thought you might be too busy to watch it.''

''Of course I saw it, it was your first time on the show- I couldn't miss it.'' His words melted her heart, touched by the fact that he still took the time to watch her interview despite being busy in Italy with simulator work.

''I really appreciate it, honey- I hope you're doing well, you sound very tired.'' His voice was a bit deeper than usual, indicating just how exhausted he was.

She could hear him chuckle on the other side. ''I'm fine, chérie,'' he assured her, ''it was just a long day, that's all.''

Y/N was about to reply, but her manager waved her hands in front of her face. ''I'm sorry, we have to go now.'' She whispered, pointing at the door of the dressing room.

''You have to go, huh?'' Charles sighed.

''Yeah,'' the singer pouted, disappointed the couple didn't get to call for at least a few more minutes, ''I'll call you later, though.''

''It's okay, mon amour,'' despite not seeing him, she was sure he was smiling, ''I'm always proud of you, okay? I'm thinking of you.'' The driver let her know the words in his heart.

''I'm thinking of you too- I love you.'' Y/N bid him goodbye.

''Je t'aime.''

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whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 1 year

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🥃 Guess I’ll have to find something else to do with my mouth… 🥃

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smutty smut smut smut

✎ Summary: Chan did not want to go to karaoke night, but good god is he thankful he did.

✎ CW: !!!Sewerslide joke!!!, drinking, swearing, random hookup, public makeout, oral sex, unprotected sex (please don’t fuck a stranger without a condom), rough sex, nipple play, choking, teensy daddy kink

✎ Word count: 2,804

✩ The song is Lovesick by BANKS, listen if you’d like 😈 ✩

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Ice meets upper lip when Chan throws his glass back to get the last drops of his drink. He hasn’t been working on this one long, but the whiskey’s been watered down by the melting cube — it may have come watered down from the bar, to be honest.

Regardless, it’s his fourth drink and he’s buzzed enough that it doesn’t matter. And on top of that, he’s bored.

“Want another?” Minho shouts over the loud backing track and off-key, wailing vocals.

“Naur, I’m about ready to head out, I think,” Chan yells back.

They swore karaoke night was Tuesday, but apparently, it’s Wednesday. Chan just wanted to go home; Minho convinced him to stick it out. But the lights are too bright and the singers are too drunk and he’s never been more ready to leave a bar in his life.

Minho’s still nursing drink #2 and scanning the room with his dark eyes. It’s the usual crowd, and Chan lost interest in meeting anyone new around the same time that one guy absolutely butchered Someone Like You by Adele. And this rendition of We Don’t Talk About Bruno has him ready to blow his brains out.

“Oi, I’m gonna get some air,” Chan says, gesturing toward the door with his thumb. “Meet me outside when you’re ready to go, yeah?”

Minho nods in reply and turns his attention back to a group of girls huddled by the stage.

Chan pats his friend on the shoulder and heads to the door — and sweet relief for his eyes and ears — skillfully weaving through the crowd as he goes. His hands meet the cold metal of the push bar but pause as soon as he hears it.

“Please call me your baby, baby, baby.”

It’s a new song, a new girl. Your velvety voice quite literally stops him in his tracks.

“Look how long that you have kept me waiting.”

He turns around, almost in a trance, and moves in the direction of that beautiful sound.

“Oh, I know your love before I kissed you.”

Chan joins the crowd circling the stage. He’s not the only one absolutely transfixed right now.

“And now you have only made me miss you.”

It’s not only the way you’re singing, it’s everything about you. The way your long hair drapes over your bare shoulders, the way your hips sway back and forth with the slow beat, the way you’re gripping that microphone…

“Come get me. Come love me, baby, come love me.”

The magnetic pull between you is impossible to fight, and Chan’s pushing through the crowd to get right up to the stage now. It’s not dense, but moving past bodies requires some effort and even more apologies, and he’s not nearly as smooth with it as he was just a minute earlier.

“Ooh, aah, cause I'm lovesick, and I ain't even ashamed.”

His dark eyes travel up your bare legs, and he’s not ashamed either. Any anxiety he would’ve felt in this moment of obvious adoration has been numbed by the alcohol.

Luckily for you, the lights are right in your eyes and you can’t see any of your audience, including the handsome stranger whose gaze is fixed on your thighs.

“And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets.”

Warm blood rushes to Chan’s cock, filling it up and stretching his jeans in seconds. The thought of you in his sheets…

“Would you be down to spend all your time with me?”

He absolutely would. And he stands there, almost eerily still, for the rest of the song. Head entirely empty of everything but thoughts of the siren in front of him.

“Cause I'm lovesick.”

You finish the song smoothly, but you have no idea how your friends convinced you to get up there in the first place. You’re nowhere near drunk enough for this, and you have every intention of immediately booking it to the bathroom to hide.

Lights dim as you take a tiny bow and step off the platform. You set off on a clear path to the restrooms before a big, broad stranger cuts you off.

His coffee-flavored eyes are wide and his lower lip is clenched between his teeth, and he just stares at you. It’s so intense, and if he weren’t possibly the most beautiful human you’d ever laid eyes on, it would be incredibly unsettling.

“Uh, excuse me…” you say, attempting to walk around him. But he grabs your wrist.

“I’m sorry, I… uh,” he stutters, staring down at your hands. Even he’s surprised at his urgency. What the fuck is he doing?

“I’m so sorry. I’m Chan,” he says, his firm grip on your arm disappearing before he continues. “You were, you are… wow.”

Eyes meet again, and his cheeks are flushed. But after that performance — and whatever the hell this is — yours are, too.

“Oh, thanks. I’m y/n,” you reply, finishing just before the next singer starts his assault on your ear drums.

You both wince, and his big lips turn down into a scowl. But his expression softens again when he not-so-slyly glances down to your chest and back up.

“You’re really beautiful, you know?” he asks, his husky voice straining to be heard over the music. “You here alone?”

Chan’s trying his best to feign confidence, but his heart is pounding. He hasn’t done anything like this in so long and you’re so sexy and he’s so… dizzy.

“Wow, straightforward, huh? I’m with friends,” you say, gesturing over to the huddle of girls by the bar, ready to pounce at the slightest signal of distress. “Very protective friends, clearly.”

“I can see that,” Chan answers. He rotates his hand in a small wave, but their expressions don’t change. No points to be won there. He’ll have to charm you on his own. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I don’t think you need another, honestly,” you say with a smirk. And you’re right. He’s speeding down the highway, two miles past tipsy and about to get off at drunk. But he’s also at his most confident. And that means he can say something sober Chan would never.

“Hm, you may be right. Guess I’ll have to find something else to do with my mouth.”

Your eyes narrow at him. He has this dumb smug look on his face while he waits for your reaction. The smirk only depends as more seconds pass.

“I guess I can get that drink at yours?”

Bingo.

“Shall we?”

Three texts, two attempts at calling an Uber, and one sloppy backseat saliva-sharing grope session later, you’re stumbling over each other up the stairs to Chan’s apartment.

Your hands haven’t left his body since you got in that Uber, and the same goes for his. Now you’re pulling at his hair, his shirt, his neck — anything to keep your mouths attached and get closer to privacy, to a socially acceptable place to be this feral.

Feet finally reach flat flooring and you shuffle to Chan’s apartment door. He has no clue where his keys are right now but he doesn’t particularly care. He’s focused on trapping your body between the door and him, pressing his palms into the wood and pushing his thigh between your legs.

Lips are past swollen at this point, and he’s focusing on your neck now, sucking and biting any spots that aren’t already coated in his spit. However many hickeys he’s already left on the delicate skin there — it’s not enough. And there aren’t nearly enough on your chest.

So, he heads there next, fondling one breast over your dress and nipping at your collarbones. Even if you’re only his for tonight, he’ll make sure you remember him every time you glance at your reflection for the next week.

One of your hands runs through his dark curls and the other grips the doorknob, trying to will it open. Keys are still an afterthought, though. His unoccupied hand is headed under your dress, between your legs.

He presses four fingers flat against you, and your head tips back against the door with a thud. He’s happy to discover that your panties are soaked through, and he can’t wait much longer to taste you.

If you two don’t tumble through that doorway soon, he’ll just have to take you right here in the hallway. But he’d prefer to have you laid flat, spread open, and writhing on his kitchen table. Time to find those keys.

Fingers fumble through his pockets, and of course he finds everything but what he needs. Phone, ID, cards, receipts, a condom, and more fall to the floor in his frantic search. Then, finally, keys. Fuck it, he’ll get the other shit later.

He makes quick work of unlocking the door and twisting the knob. The weight of your body pushes it open, and his hands reflexively go to your waist to keep you upright as you make your way to the table.

Chan swipes the miscellaneous papers and dishes to the floor and lifts you onto the cold wood. Lips reattach and he reaches for your pussy, slipping his fingers under the wet fabric to feel your folds.

You relax into his touch and slide your hips closer to the edge of the table. He drops to his knees and pulls you forward that extra inch to yank your underwear down your legs and onto the floor.

He sloppily sucks on your inner thighs, leaving a trail of red, swollen flesh on his way to your cunt. Once he gets there, he spits on you and dives right in to taste the combination of liquids on your sensitive skin.

Chan’s plump, pink lips are slick and saliva runs down his chin while he spreads your folds and dips in and out of you, savoring the flavor on his taste buds.

He locates your clit and prods it with a pointed tongue before flitting up and down. He alternates between targeting the sensitive bud to elicit more nectar out of you and lapping at your folds to indulge in the results of his hard work.

Chan has every intention of making you come with just his mouth, and the way you’re gripping the table and trembling and moaning makes him think that’s happening soon. And like clockwork…

“Hey, I’m… gonna…” you pant, trying your best to speak between breaths.

He doesn’t reply. He only grips your ass cheeks harder and buries his face further into you, and that’s enough.

Walls flutter around his tongue as you hit your climax, and you cry out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He suctions his mouth against you to catch any additional arousal you have to give. It’s so sweet and tart, and he truly cannot get enough.

Your supporting arms give out and you collapse onto the table, satisfied and twitching from the aftershocks. Oh, but he’s not done with you. Not by a long shot.

Chan unzips his pants and reaches under his boxers to play with his thick cock. This is exactly what he pictured when he first laid eyes on you. Head thrown back, chest rapidly rising and falling, thighs parted, cunt dripping. What a beautiful sight.

“You want my cock, baby?” he asks, still stroking himself behind the fabric. He loves the reveal, so he’ll keep his length hidden for now.

You lift your head and lock onto his eyes.

“Please, show me.”

“I don’t know if you can handle it,” he teases.

You scoff at that pretentious shit.

“Try me, daddy.”

“As you wish, baby girl.”

He drops his underwear and unveils his veiny erection. It is impressive, but it’s even better that he knows how to use it.

His hands grip your hips, and he pushes in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. He can’t hold back a throaty moan the first time his whole cock disappears inside you. It feels so fucking good, he forgets where he is for a second.

“Fuck me,” you hiss.

And then he’s back on Earth, pounding in and out of you at an unrelenting pace. Your legs wrap around his hips and your back arches off the table as you shudder beneath him.

Chan reaches for the straps of your dress, pulling one then the other down over your shoulders. He works the fabric down past your chest, freeing your breasts to bounce up and down with each thrust.

“Fuck…” he groans. How the hell are your tits perfect, too? The hardened peaks are just begging to be sucked, bitten, claimed.

He sacrifices a steady rhythm to put his lips on your skin again. His large frame descends so he can catch one taut nipple between his teeth. The bite isn’t too hard, but he’s pulling at the sensitive nub every time he rolls his hips.

You manage to pull enough air into your lungs to speak between moans, but he’s not sure if he heard you correctly.

“Say that again?” he urges.

“Ch-choke me.”

“Oh, fuck. Absolutely,” he growls.

His cock throbs inside you, and if he weren’t so excited about making you come again, he would’ve finished right then and there.

His huge hand engulfs your throat, pressing your neck down into the table.

“Smack me if I’m too rough, ok?” he says.

You respond with a half-hearted thumbs-up, too focused on the fire in your abdomen to think about much else.

He resumes those merciless thrusts in and out of your cunt, closing his hand around your neck just enough as he goes. He has no idea how he’s lasted this long and — as much as it pains him — he has to close his eyes in an effort to hold back his own orgasm until you find yours.

His field of vision is dark, but the sound of his balls slapping against wet flesh is hard to tune out. He can barely catch his breath and you’re whimpering and he can’t do this anymore. Good thing you can’t, either.

“Chan, I’m… don’t stop. Fuck, I’m, ohhh…” you cry.

“Me too. C-cum. Cum for me.”

He tightens his grip on your throat and jerks into you with one last powerful thrust. A choked sob escapes from your tortured throat and your walls clench around his cock, holding him there while he spills himself deep inside you. Your name is the only thing on his lips.

His fingers leave your neck and rest softly on your collarbones. His chest drops, and he lays his head on your breasts to try to catch his breath.

It takes a few minutes for the tremors to stop, but you both recover as best you can. Chan pulls out of you and disappears down the small hallway to get a towel for cleanup. You still haven’t moved when he returns, and a sly smile spreads across his lips.

“Oi, all good down there?” he chirps.

You respond with the same weak thumbs-up from earlier, making him giggle. God, he hopes this isn’t just a one-night stand.

He does his best to clean the mess, wiping his saliva from basically every inch of your skin. The towel can’t do anything for the tiny bruises, though.

Hickeys litter the flesh from your jawline all the way down to your inner thighs. And then there’s the thin outline of his long fingers on your throat. He really did a number on you, and he can only hope you won’t be too mad.

“So, still want that drink?” he asks.

“Hmm, maybe. If you’re up for it,” you mutter.

“Of course, what’s your poison? I have beer, whiskey, scotch, gin…” he says, padding over to his well-stocked alcohol cabinet.

You interrupt before he can reach the end of his list.

“I was thinking of something… else,” you purr.

He turns on his heels to re-route for the fridge, trying to remember what he has in there.

“Sure, like… watuh? Soft drink? Juice?”

He’ll run to the store for whatever it is if it’s not here. He’d do absolutely anything to get you to stay the night.

You don’t reply, and he turns again to meet your eyes. But your gaze is pointed down, aimed directly at his dick. He takes a second to process.

“Wait… you want…” he trails off and instead uses his pointer finger to gesture toward his crotch.

That same sly smile spreads across your lips this time. Jesus Christ.

Rehydration mission abandoned for the time being, he strides back to the table and climbs on top of you, propping himself up with palms placed on either side of your head.

“Ready when you are, baby.”

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keruimi · 3 months

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Her Past with Him

Tengen Uzui x ex wife!reader

Disclaimer: Angst. Yes another angst. A slight mention of abuse too.

Notes: I'm sorry if its cringey. I'll try to fix it after my exams 🥹 comment your thoughts, its appreciated.

Part 2

My first love was my first lesson that I was thankful for. Because of her, I manage to treat my next lover better.

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It's been 7 years... Those entertaining years when I became an Oiran at such a young age.

After divorcing my husband at the age of 14.

"My Lady, we're finished" I heard one of the servant ladies as I took a tissue so I could avoid my lips from smudging more.

"I should entertain my loyal guests then" I said with a sweet smile on my lips before standing up with the help of one of the girls.

On my way to the room where my clients are waiting. I met Oiran Warabihime that made me greet her.

"Greetings to you, my fellow Oiran" I greeted her as she gave me those fake smiles that made me want to annoy her more.

"You still have clients? It seems like they never got tired of you" I spoke first.

She opened her eyes and I immediately saw the deadly glint on her eyes that made me send a sweet smile to her.

"Well, they can't resist me now? Some of them are my loyal customers. Most of them said that I'm still the favorite and the greatest one in this district." She uttered with a smile that made me open my fan to cover the lower part of my face.

"Is that so? I only see a woman who enjoys polyamory" my eyes close due to my smile but I felt her smile lowered a little.

"What an irony!" She laughed like I was telling a joke as she passed me and at the exact time, I felt a sharp pain in my arm.

"Aren't you the same?" She whispered to me as I remained calm but I wanted to glare at her so badly.

She ruined my clothes! Let's just say the sleeves but still.

She left without any other words that made me huff before ordering a servant to get me a sewing kit as I took my handkerchief to stop the bleeding.

But I saw a silk that looks like Oiran Warabihime sash. I smirk when I saw it before I grip on it and give it to one of the servants who was beside me.

"Burned it now"

"But my Lady..." She hesitated knowing it came from her but I just gave her a gentle smile. "I don't need it"

~•°•~

I heard the applause of my audience before I left the room knowing I earned a lot today.

As always...

Because of the work I choose, I manage to afford my materialistic desires.

But it was not enough.

I was quietly walking the hallways before I gasped when someone pulled me in a room.

I quickly took one of my hair pins and would turn to swing it on the person but my hands were pinned on the wall behind me as I familiarized the silhouette of a man in front of me, dangerously close to me.

"Tengen!" I gasped out as he stared at me in a serious gaze that made me wonder what I did wrong.

"I sense a faint aura of the demon on you" he exclaimed without wasting any time.

Demon?

I went quiet at that time thinking of any encounters today with anyone. I didn't sense it.

But I hissed when a pain shot from my arm that made me snatch my hands from him that made me realize.

Her...

"Oh maybe I did..." I muttered before laughing quietly. I accidentally put myself in danger tonight.

I surprise him by pushing his body to the ground as I sat on his lap. "Thank you for informing me. Now I need you to stay with me tonight"

There was underlying fear in my tone and it seems like he can't help stare at my face.

"You did"

He stated the obvious before I traced his face with my finger as a small smile lifted from my lips.

"I kind of annoyed her so she might come for me" I explained as I took one of his arms before putting it around my waist.

"Y/n"

"Please?" I begged him but he just sighed and removed his hand from my body but he still let me sit on him.

"I already have wives. You should know your limits, right?"

I felt my energy disappear as I nod my head before I removed my hands from the hem of his clothes.

"You're here for them right?" I exclaimed as I put a hand on my lips to hide how my teeth grit due to the anger building up inside me.

He focuses his gaze back at me with wide eyes, thinking I know where his wives are.

How can I forget?

I felt my eyes gloss before showing him my smile that held so much pain.

"I didn't know you had that in you. How come I never felt that?" I asked him and I saw his eyebrows knitted knowing where this conversation will end up.

"Don't go there" he warned, not wanting to dig up the past we both have.

But I took the most hit out of the both of us. If he already moved on, I can't

"I remember how you didn't even bother to save me from them"

"Stop please!" I exclaimed in pain as the Mistress kept slapping me in anger and even pulled my hair before smashing my head on the wall.

I felt blood trickle down my forehead as the only thing I can hear are the servants trying to calm her down as her hysteric cry echoes along the hallways of the manor.

"You killed my son! You murderer!" She called me the name I despised the most and I can't help but defend myself.

"He tried to take advantage of me! I didn't mean to kill him" I raised my bruised body from the wooden floor but I cried out in pain when she landed a kick on my stomach that made me hold on it.

"You went too far! I will not forgive you for this!"

"Mom, what happened?" I heard the voice of my husband as I finally let myself lay on the floor to ease the pain my whole body is going through.

I thought he would understand, but that event took a huge turn in my life.

Because the moment I opened my eyes, I could not see the worry nor concern on the gaze he gave me.

It was...blank

And I knew I needed to explain my side before he thought of the wrong thing.

"Tengen, I didn't mean to kill him. I panic and... And" I frantically explained as he put down the bowl of medicine at the side table and didn't bother giving me another glance.

"You could've told me"

"You were not there"

"Then just harm him. You don't need to take his life"

I felt my heart drop on his argument as I didn't bother to go further on my explanation.

Of course he would choose his brothers over me. I was just a woman arranged for him.

But my loyalty was unwavering. The fear that I am being touched by another man clouded my vision until I didn't know what I was doing anymore.

"I just protect myself" I whimpered out but he didn't speak anymore.

That side of him was so new that the next few days felt like winter.

He didn't dare speak on my presence and I let him, because I thought he was trying to give himself a space to think about the incident.

To make up to that sin I cause, I let them hurted me so I would at least feel less guilty. I never spoke about it because the atmosphere between the two of us still cold.

But that misunderstanding was never resolved when one dinner changed my whole perspective on him.

"Tengen is almost 15 years old. We need to look for 2 more suitable partners for him"

I felt my world turn black and white when I heard those words from the head of my family as I dropped the chopsticks I was holding.

I gave a side glance to my husband who silently continue eating his food that made my chest tighten in anger and pain.

The moment we stepped inside the bedroom, I didn't even get to utter a word when he decided to completely end a conversation that hadn't started.

"Y/n, let's not talk about this" he easily shrugged that but for me, it was a huge deal.

He was my husband, he was only supposed to be mine!

I can't help myself as tears build on my eyes before I walk towards him and deliver a harsh slap at him.

"How can you easily dismiss such issues like that? If you don't care well then I do!" I screamed as he decided to face me and I saw how his eyes softened from how I looked.

From the gaze I gave him.

I slowly started to love him because of how he respects me as a woman and how he cherishes life no matter who they are.

But how come it led to this?

"Tengen, I love you" I confessed as I hid my face using my hands before I slowly let my body fall on the ground as my sobs are the only thing we both can hear from the room.

"Y/n, I can't do anything about it. I'm completely powerless" he muttered as he crouched in front of me. I raised my head when I thought of an idea as I desperately grip on the clothes he was wearing.

"We can run away"

I lost my grip when he stood up from his position that made me look up at him who looked down at me in utter surprise.

"Y/n..."

"Tengen, don't you care for our well-being? You're clearly not happy here so why don't we run away?"

I suffered a lot too from this household. The times he was not here, I received nothing but abuse from the elders.

Because of that one incident.

If I stay longer, I would be close to my death.

Yet...

"I can't"

I can't be with him...

"Tengen..."

I felt my tears stop as I was taken back at his choice. He wants to stay in this maniac family?

"You don't want to leave?" I whispered as he sighed before kneeling in front of me as he took a hold of both my arms.

"Y/n, just be patient"

I unknowingly tighten my grip on my dress as my gaze of shock turns into disbelief.

How long do I need to endure everything.

I decided to forget my growing feelings for him as I pushed him away from me.

What is he waiting for?

Was he waiting to realize how toxic the family he love? He is completely clueless on the thoughts running in their mind!

They are willing to kill each other and he is not, because I was aware on how much he love his siblings.

But that great that he is willing to marry another wife just because of the tradition?

How about me? How about the respect he had for me as his partner?

Y/n... You don't know him...

The room was silent as I found the strength to stood up from the ground.

My family sold me off here. I never felt important if it wasn't for him.

But I feel like it starts and ends there.

I leaned my back on the wall of the room before I raised my eyes to look at him who was watching my every move.

"Do you think my feelings are a joke?" I uttered breathlessly as he walked near me but I just slapped his hands away.

"I can't believe you" I uttered in disbelief as I chuckled. "Then go and wed with them"

"Y/n"

"It's obvious that you never really cared for my well-being" I tiredly stated as I lost the will to continue fighting.

A tear slipped from my cheeks. As I hug myself to keep myself together.

"I can't believe I thought of you differently" I uttered weakly as I angrily wiped my tears.

"I want a divorce"

A tear fell unknowingly from my eyes as I was back to reality. "I suffered because my husband didn't give a damn to me"

"Y/n" he called but I just glared at him.

"I suffered so much when I became your wife, because I defend myself from the hands of your loved one for the sake of my respect to our marriage"

"You killed him. You ended a life, Y/n" He tried to contain his building anger as reasoned at me, my face shows my disbelief.

"Because I was protecting mine!" I argue back as he went quiet. My hands began to tremble.

"Because I was yours that time, Tengen. I am not theirs" I can't help but lean forward as I rest my forehead on his shoulder.

"Why can't you understand? I did that for myself. I did that for us. Because no matter if I injured or kill him, the outcome would be the same." I continued and uttered my thoughts the time I did that grave sin.

"In the end, I would still suffer in the hands of your family..." I sobbed out as I felt his hand on my back.

"I would fight for you" he breathlessly muttered at my chest tighten from his words.

"How would I know that when you treated me the same like the others? I never felt like I was your wife, someone special."

I thought of the wives he mentions now as tears continue to fall from my eyes.

"If you could have treated me the same way you did to them... I would have never left"

~•°•~

As I reunited with my three wives, I suddenly remembered the first woman who I took in.

Her life with me was still fresh on her mind that avoid her from moving on. The conversation we had, the pain was still evident from her tone and eyes.

Maybe, she indeed started to love me in just a short time than what I have thought before.

I can admit that I didn't treat her right.

She was the lesson I decided to learn. The mistake I tried to correct.

But our story has already ended 8 years ago. There is no use in going back to the past, when I have my present that would be with me in the future.

But that guilt was still present on my chest that I started to wish.

She could find a better man than me. Someone that would really treat her right compared to what I did.

~•°•~

I whimpered as my body was aching in every part as I looked at my surroundings.

It was dark...

The last thing I remember was the house collapsing.

The silence made me think of my decisions.

I made it harder for myself to move on when I started that conversation with him.

I shouldn't have...

He could never love me. I heard how he really cared for them compared to us when we were younger.

He grew up to be the person he wanted.

While I continue to live in the past I badly want to forget.

The pain was tolerable, it felt like going through hell again and it reminded me of my experience from the Uzui household.

I can handle it until they find me.

The question is...

Is anyone even looking for me?

I have no one that made me lose respect myself and become a toy to the men.

But if fate would give me another chance to try...

I felt the wooden piles on top of me being moved as I stayed still from my position.

Another chance...

A hole was finally given as I saw a man with yellow eye peek through it.

Confirming there is a person under the collapsed building, he wasted no time on removing the broken wood on top of me.

"Are you injured?" There is no worry nor care in his tone but at least he still asks me.

I tiredly shook my head as he pulled me out. The moment I did, I saw him walking away with the three girls who supported him.

The three girls that Tengen cared for.

If I could have... Care for him like they did.

Would I get a happy ending?

I felt my vision starting to turn black as the words of the man with me finally entered my ear.

"Oi, Oi"

"Try to stay conscious" I heard him as I indeed tried to keep my vision. I felt a warmth embrace me on the cold night as I was carried somewhere.

I look at the sky above me as I prayed again for a second chance.

For my next love, If I can try...

I hope it's a love that has no thorns...

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not in that way 🌼 l.mh

a/n: i do not own the photo above, it is from stray kids' rock-star concept photos. that being said, this drabble is based on sam smith’s “not in that way.” absolute banger and i will never get over it. thank you.

synopsis: he says he’s sorry, believe him, he loves you...but not in that way.

genre: friends with benefits au | unrequited love | gn!reader | angst pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k | lowercase intended.

rating: general audience. minors do not interact.

warnings: unrequited love? one-sided love? rejection. a lot of crying.

what to listen to: not in that way - sam smith | don’t watch me cry - jorja smith | love in the dark - adele

in the beginning, it was smooth.

he was smooth. from best friend…to whatever this was.

his voice sent chills down your spine and goosebumps prickled your skin, your tongue tied as his own softly grazed the shell of your ear. your shivers would send him into hyperdrive, loving your gentle whimpers as he worked his way down your shoulders. he would nip at your collarbones, leaving small signs of his adoration for you all over.

he would leave your body in a state of disarray, your mind swirling with his sweet nothings and the aftermath of his lips on your own. your eyes would shimmer with tears as he would wave his goodbyes from his car down the stairs, and your heart yearned to follow him to the end of the world.

he played with you like he loved you, and it was too much.

eventually, you would know the truth.

the way he said your name was no coincidence, and the way he spoke to you was nothing short of love. he loved talking to you. when you weren’t around, he’d constantly message you things he thought you’d like, updates about his day, or simply that he missed you.

minho was the warm caress of the summer breeze, the soft sprinkle of rain in a drought. he was the freezing of the ice on your fingertips, the crunch of leaves under your boots. minho was something you’d seen every season of, and yet, never got bored.

he’d never hurt you, not on purpose. everything he did was simply because he cared about you, and loved having you around. you were his best friend, his pal, his road trip buddy. you’d watch movies, sing songs aloud in the car together, and share water regardless of sickness or health. admittedly, gross, but it was love.

he knew what you searched for. he knew you’d always taken care of someone else, always molded yourself for someone else. always gave every last ounce you had until whoever received it decided they no longer wanted to entertain someone who needed reciprocation.

yet, he never set any expectations. he came over whenever you asked him to, without a fight. he’d kiss your forehead with the utmost tenderness, and hold you in his arms until you felt like letting go. he cooked your dinner, he washed your hair, and held you close under the showerhead’s running water. he would rub lotion on your feet as you ate melting ice cream, slipping your socks on for you after taking the bowl back to the kitchen. he took care of you, and you felt like he was the black cat to your golden retriever.

his voice would be hushed as you played piano for him, mumbling his sweet praises for you from the bed. he’d watch the way your fingers played the keys like the strings of his heart, the way you would curl those same fingers through his hair when you’d kiss him delicately, your lipstick staining his skin in hues of reds and purples.

he liked watching you just do things, he often sat in your living room (after offering to help) just observing you as you tidied up. he was your practice audience for presentations, he’d give you feedback and ask all the important questions. it was hard for him to admit his own feelings, but he knew you’d have no problem doing so.

“i love you. so much.” your eyes were filled with tears as you watched him pack. he was leaving for a trip, the first one in ages (and the first he wasn’t taking you on.) he’d been the first person to care for you in such detail, the first to really know you without boundaries and the first to continue being excited about your presence in his life.

“yes, y/n. i love you, too.” he absentmindedly folded his favorite shirt (you got it for him) and tossed it into his duffel. you slide off the bed, grabbing his arm to get his attention. “y/n, i really need to pack, love.”

smiling slightly, you pull him into an embrace, your arms meeting the warmth of his neck, only slightly touching the cool metal of his necklace. he rubs your back in routine, slowly moving the both of you towards his bed, pushing his duffel out of the way to lay down, and pulling you on top of him. “you feel so safe.” he’d once said, and ever since, he’d do this in times of stress.

“what’s on your mind, babe?” his fingers slid through the sleeves of your shirt, his fingers tracing shapes in your shoulders, and you nestled into his touch. “i love you, minho.”

“you’re very affectionate today. is this because i’m going on my trip?” he’s still rubbing circles into your skin, and you chuckle lightly. “no. i just want you to know that i love you.”

he stops, like a lightbulb lit up in his mind.

“right, and i love you. is there something you’re hiding from me?” his tone changes, and you lift your head up to look into his eyes. they give you the butterflies something awful, and minho can suddenly feel your heartbeat a little faster. he blinks once, twice, three times before taking his hands out of your shirt, but you’re too lost in the sight of him to notice.

“you don’t know how lovely you are, really.” your voice is saccharine, and he feels mildly nauseous as he quickly tries to sit up, helping you slip off him. your eyes change, and he can feel the frog in his throat. “what? y/n, are you okay?”

“what do you mean? of course i’m okay, i’m just expressing my love for you.” your face says you don’t understand what you could have possibly done wrong, but minho feels his stomach sink as the words leave his mouth. “love? in what way?”

your eyebrows raise quickly before falling straight just as fast, your lips pursing before you speak once more. “as in, love? i’m in love with you, i love you, minho. you don’t have to say it back right away, it’s fine. i know these things take time.”

minho nearly throws up as you say that, but he doesn’t know why. he feels like he’s been hit by a truck, all of your words start falling onto him like anvils from the sky. you feel your throat tighten at his reaction, and move away from him. quietly, you grab your jacket, slipping it over your arms as he dry heaves.

“y/n, please, wait. i do, i love you!” he’s chasing after you, your vision blurry as you search for your car in the parking lot of his building. your shoes are unlaced, and you nearly trip as you reach your car. “it’s okay, minho. it’s fine.”

“please, it’s not your fault. believe me, i love you, but not in that way. please, i’m sorry, i don’t want you to feel differently–”

“minho, i think i just need some space from you.” your words bite at him, and he feels his face fall as you slam your car door shut. you crank the engine, pressing your foot to the gas and missing his hip by a hair as you speed off.

he will never know that feeling.

message from: lee minho (monday) [09:33] are you still upset? can i please come over when i get back? [10:47] i saw a bunny at a thrift here at reminded me of you, and i got it [15:10] i understand. i will text you tomorrow.

message from: lee minho (tuesday) [08:11] good morning, i hope you slept well. i had a bagel with smoked salmon and capers for breakfast. what did you have? [11:38] my mom asked about you. said she misses you and hopes you can come with me next time. would you want to? [17:59] any plans for tonight, y/n?

message from: lee minho (wednesday) [10:42] good morning.

[10:43] y/n y/l/n: stop messaging me. (read: 10:43)

message from: lee minho (saturday) [08:22] i’m coming home today. will you let me see you?

message from: lee minho (tuesday) [00:42] i can’t sleep without you.

you felt many things.

you didn’t feel angry. you felt confused, but not angry. you asked for space just to figure things out, to figure out if you really wanted him the way you’d expressed.

sometimes, our feelings get the best of us. it’s okay not to know what you want, as long as you can communicate that well. in this case, no one really gave an expectation as to what was acceptable and what wasn’t. you just kissed each other, held each other, bared your all to each other and figured that’d be the end of it.

you’d been packing up your apartment the past few days. you were set to move a few weeks ago, but minho never came over to help you pack like he’d promised. your dad was outside, loading boxes into the bed of his truck when minho pulled into the parking space next to him. he greeted your father, making small talk with him until he saw you barreling down the stairs with two boxes in hand. “hey, dad, these are my plates. please be careful, they’re nana’s antiques.”

“y/n.” his voice is breathless, and your ears perk at the sound of it. you’re silent as your father takes the boxes from you, packing them into the bed gently. “y/n, please let me talk to you.”

“there is nothing to talk about, minho.” you smile at your dad, who knows to not butt in. minho follows you like a lost puppy up the stairs, and into your empty apartment, aside from a few boxes. “please, just let me explain.”

“you don’t love me. it’s not a big deal. i just wish we had set some sort of expectation for whatever it was we were doing, because clearly i felt something you didn’t.” minho is quiet as you speak, and he knows you’re not facing him because if you do, you just might burst into tears. his suspicions were confirmed when you turned, holding another box with tears in your eyes. he takes it from you, trying to get your hands in his own before you just shove them in your pocket.

“i do love you, babe. i really do.” he doesn’t realize he’s crying until he sniffles, and you just shake your head. “this is not the love that you want, minho. i can understand that, you’re just not ready.”

your voice is as gentle as it was the day you first met, and the day you told him he was cute, and the same way it was when you told him you were scared before he kissed you for the first time. “i can learn, i can.”

your smile is as soft as it was when you took his birthday picture last year, and the day you held his hand for the first time, and the day someone asked you if he was your boyfriend. “you’re not ready. maybe if you can answer this, i will listen to what you have to say.”

minho nods frantically as you run the tape across the top of another box, and you sigh.

“if love was not what you were looking for, why did you start this? what was the purpose of the burning skin, of the way you held me at night? why did you grasp onto me for dear life like it was nothing without me?”

his tears are streaming as you run out of tape, and you look up to him.

“i do…i do love you.” his voice is trembling, and you can feel a single tear drip down your face as you pull him in closely. your embrace is snug, like it was when he graduated college, and when he took care of you when you were sick, and when you told him you loved him. he can’t let you go, even as you attempt to pull away. “please, please don’t leave. i’m so dependent on you, i can’t let you go. i’m such a fool, please. i love you, i do.”

you feel your stomach churn as you pull away, wiping another stray tear from your cheek.

“i have to go. please, don’t contact me for a while. i have a lot to figure out.” you take both of the boxes in your hands, beelining for the door before stopping. you timidly place a chaste kiss on his lips, your lipstick staining his lips for the last time. a cherry red, his favorite on you.

“i do, i love you. please.” his voice is full of desperation, but you can’t bear to look at him a second longer. it was a huge deal. it was upsetting.

you will move on. you will be okay, promise.

you stand in the doorway, lower lip trembling as you try not to cry into your words.

“i’m sorry, believe me. i love you, but not in that way.”

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cialovesklopp · 6 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which newsletters and the internet react to amara imani finally revealing her man

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @lorarri

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The 66th Edition of the Grammys was held yesterday night and if you missed them, let me tell you, you probably missed the most eventful soiree of the year (and it’s only February!) Luckily for you, we have made a summary with the biggest events. And the biggest revelation: THE QUEEN HAS FINALLY FOUND HER KING. You heard correctly — singer Amara Imani and star French footballer Kylian Mbappé are dating and went public last night. And let us tell you, we’d all probably be dying to have a relationship announced the way they did.

They didn’t just show up on the red carpet like ex-boyfriend Henderson had done back then with girlfriend Kaia Gerber — the singer decided to show up at the Grammys alone, steal all the spotlight and leave the red carpet with her beau. THE BIGGEST WINNER OF THE NIGHT WAS CERTAINLY HER.

Next to stunning the audience with five different (and absolutely dashing) dresses, Amara Imani was also the big winner of the ceremony, sweeping off the most important prizes such as record of the year, album of the year and four more. Her biggest surprise though was singing an unreleased song during her performance where she dedicated all to her love, shocking the world.

And she certainly did more than just that. With winning six grammys in one night, Amara Imani set herself next to artists Beyonce and Adele, who are the only other artists to win six grammys in one night. But to be honest, we are still all mesmerized by her last performance.

Imani opened and closed the grammys with her two performances (wild side/hrs&hrs, while we’re young) but the last one will probably be the one to go down in the history of the grammys. The one we’ll still talk about in ten years. She started — of course — with a thank you speech after winning ‘album of the year’ but not without giving the credit not only to her team and family but also to her new muse, who, we quote, “not only inspired me to keep going but also helped me write this whole love letter to love.” When she was then set to perform, the african singer changed tracklist and asked her boyfriend to join her on stage, who with a little persuasion joined her up there. The couple danced together as Imani sang, swaying to the soft tune of the music.

We can all agree that they were the attraction of the night with the way paparazzis and journalists were launching at them as they walked out, hand-in-hand. and of course the Grammys were carried by the french star striker.

And their looks were certainly enough. If that is not love, we truly do not know what is. Let’s all give praise to love and hope these two will last very long.

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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

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amara.imani made history in style last night and that next to the people that mean the world to me. a big thank u to @dior and @versace for supplying me with all those gorgeous dresses. thank u @beyonce for literally believing in me and thinking i had it in me. huge thanks to my family who always backed me and thank u to my gorgeous besties @graceywood and @liyah_clark for always supporting me whenever i needed you. and the biggest thank u ever to my love for loving me unconditionally. this is all because of you

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The X Factor Audition

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: YN auditions for The X Factor and is completely shocked when she is put together in a band, with five other boys.

From a young age, YN was always trying to entertain others. She would make up plays to perform in front of her family, sing along to the radio with her father whilst in the car and once she was able to there was a guitar glued to her hands.

So it was no surprise to her family that when she turned eighteen, she wanted to audition for The X Factor. So on a summer morning in June, along with her parents and younger brother, Alfie, YN travelled to her audition in London from her hometown in Brighton.

Once they arrived at ExCeL London, YN was given a strip of paper with her unique audition on it from a crew member and was instructed to wait in the long line. Despite rehearsing the song for what felt like a million times, YN's hands began to feel sweaty and the butterflies in her tummy were erratic.

"Take a deep breath darling" Rose, YN's Mum encouraged "You're going to blow them away"

"Maybe I should audition with you?" YN's dad, Miles joked.

"You'd empty the arena Miles" Rose teased her husband.

"Even if it doesn't go okay...I'll still be proud of you YN" Alfie sweetly interrupted.

"Aww Alfs...c'mere" YN pulled her brother into a cuddle.

After waiting outside in the queue for what felt like days, they were now backstage in a smaller line waiting for YN's turn.

Once YN had been told it was her turn, her family pulled her in for good luck hugs and words of encouragement, before she followed the crew member to the stage. Standing on the allocated mark, she took a deep breath before she spoke to the four judges in front of her.

"Hi" YN manages to say as she takes a deep breath and holds the black microphone in her hand. This is the moment she's been waiting for.

Hi lovely..what's your name and where are you from?" Cheryl asks.

"Uh..I'm YN and I'm from Brighton" YN nervously answers into the microphone.

"And what do you do YN?" Louis speaks.

"I'm in college, studying music"

"Interesting..what are you going to sing for us today?" Simon asks with a stern look.

"Chasing Pavements" YN answered confidently.

"Adele" Simon stated, "Are you sure?" clearly doubting her already.

"More than sure"

"Good luck" Simon nodded his head for her to start. The track begins to play as YN holds the microphone to her mouth.

I've made up my mind Don't need to think it over If I'm wrong, I am right Don't need to look no further This ain't lust I know this is love, but

YN glances at the judges and see's Cheryl smiling and Louis nodding his head, but Simon's expression was hard to read.

If I tell the world I'll never say enough 'Cause it was not said to you And that's exactly what I need to do If I end up with you

As the music built up for the chorus, YN had this boost of confidence as the crowd cheered and began to move around the stage.

Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere Or would it be a waste? Even If I knew my place, should I leave it there? Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere

YN couldn't help but cover her tears as she watched the three judges clap and the audience roars with claps. After a few moments, the crowd quietens down and the judges talk.

"YN..babe..that was incredible..you should be so proud...It's a hundred yes' from me" Cheryl was the first to speak, earning a big smile from YN and a thank you.

"You young lady as gonna be a popstar" Louis complimented "yes yes yes"

"YN" Simon's intimidating voice began "I..I won't lie..I didn't think you would be able to sing that song...but you've proved me wrong...so guess what....it's a yes from me"

YN couldn't believe it, her dream was one step closer. Immediately she ran off the stage and into her family's arms. A moment they would never forget.

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Despite feeling over the moon at being at Bootcamp, YN couldn't help but feel like an outsider. Other contestants seemed to have made friends as they stood and sat together. But YN sat in one of the corners, just her and her guitar. She had just finished performing 'If I Were A Boy' for the judges and was waiting for further instructions when she saw two figures sitting beside her. She glanced in their direction, two boys one with curly hair and the other with a beanie sat covering his head.

"Uh hi" YN greeted.

"Hi..M'Harry..what's your name?" the one with curly hair spoke first.

"YN"

"Louis" the other boy introduced himself. "We thought you looked a bit lonely on your own..so we came to join you..if that's okay?"

"Uh..yeah..I don't really fit anywhere" YN laughed nervously.

"Do you play?" Louis nodded his head towards the guitar sitting in YN's lap.

"Yeah..I've been playing since I was seven"

"Sick" Louis complimented.

"Where are you both from?"

"Donny" "Manchester..well Holmes Chapel" the boys spoke together, making YN smile.

"I'm from Brighton"

"Posh girl" Louis teased.

For the rest of boot camp, wherever Harry and Louis were YN could be found too. YN would be strumming on the guitar and Harry would sing along, but Louis was mesmerised by the girl he had just met, even Harry had begun to tease him when YN wasn't looking, making the Yorkshire boy roll his eyes and swat his arm.

Being told they had been eliminated from the boot camp stage was devastating. Harry, Louis and YN were backstage crying into each other's arms. Harry wiped his tears with his black beanie and wrapped his arms around the pair as they huddled together, waiting to go their separate ways.

"I just don't want to go home" YN sniffled and wiped her tears with the sleeve of her jumper.

As the three and the other rejected acts, began to leave a member of the crew began to call them back.

"They're gonna make us cry...make a good bit of TV" Harry mumbled.

The crew member began to call names from the boy's and girl's categories and asked them to return from the stage.

"Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan"

Both the boys left YN's side and followed the others to the stage. YN's name was then called and she walked onto the stage and naturally stood next to the other girls.

"YN..can you go and stand with the group of boys instead please darling" Nicole asked. YN walked over to the boys and Harry and Louis both smiled at her as she stood next to them. "Thank you all for coming back..judging from some of your faces this is really hard..we've thought long and hard about it..and we've thought of each of you as individuals and we feel that you are too talented to look go of..we think it would be a great idea to have two separate groups"

"We've decided to put you both through-" Simon added.

YN and the five boys instantly huddled together and celebrated their second chance. This was just the beginning.

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Grammy Voting, Record Labels, and Reputation…

An anonymous source with industry connections has provided me with some interesting context on the academy and has given me permission to share. I personally found it very eye-opening—just another layer or two that most of us would not even be aware of when considering things like awards, touring, and the power of record labels. Let’s begin.

* Grammy voting - 40% musical merit, 60% business

What does this mean? My source estimates that about 40% of the judging is based upon the content of the song/album/body of work being presented. Is the song actually good? Is the album sonically cohesive and coherent as a whole? What are the technical aspects that deserve recognition? Etc. This is what we, the audience, generally expect the Academy to be voting on, but that’s not all there is too it. In fact, my source feels that their estimation of 40% may actually be too generous based on what they have seen, because the business aspects of voting carry a lot more weight (again, roughly 60%, which means the business side matters more).

Look at it this way. Grammys are a form of currency in the music industry. Having a Grammy on a track or a record gives that project more exposure and more value, as well as being an excellent marketing ploy. The highest honor, the biggest gold star. So…

* Labels trade votes

According to my source, voting season is a big deal. A big part of the daily schedule for label executives at this time revolves around trading those votes. If you have something to offer, your artist will stand more of a chance. For example:

“Can you and your team vote for [my artist A] for album of the year?”

“Yes, but in exchange, I’d like you and yours to vote for [my artist B] for song of the year.”

Alternatively, and potentially more interestingly…

“Give me your votes this year, and next year, I will have my A-list artist give a collab and a few words of praise to your new up-and-coming artist whose first album you’re making right now.”

We’ve seen how much a little recognition can catapult a new artist into the stratosphere of fame and success. An IG story feature from Taylor is basically like having the light of god shine upon a new artist, and suddenly they’re not an obscure indie artist, but a shiny brand with big associations. Look at Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Girl in Red, Gracie Abrams. Allison were at varying levels of fame before Taylor acknowledged them, but they are massively famous now with a strong foothold in the industry that goes beyond their respective genres.

Please note, I’m not saying that Taylor is in charge of these things or at fault. I’m talking about the labels specifically, and the inner workings of them. I would imagine a lot of artists just do as they are instructed.

* Artists vs Labels, Labels vs Labels

It’s important to have a menial understanding of the labels themselves. The “Big Three” as it were (UMG, Warner, and Sony), while not technically being a conglomerate, have put in place a system of major cooperation. This is especially true for the big account labels.

What are big account labels? Well, using Sony as an example, they have a lot of “sub labels.” Some of these Sony created themselves, others they have bought. A lot of this is division by style. That said, a lot of the BIG accounts are with Columbia (Beyoncé, Springsteen, Adele, Bowie, and…oh hey, look, 1D, John Mayer, Calvin Harris…). For a lot of big accounts, this is where the vote trading happens. It determines who gets the best tour dates, the best venues, and in some ways, it stops mattering what label you have at this point—because there are so many outside factors.

* Yes, Grammy votes are even negotiated against touring dates and venues

My source has seen Grammy votes be traded in favor of freeing up a couple of nights at the O2, a big venue in London. When we look at these huge stadiums that popular artists often tour in, we have to remember how much has to be juggled in order to secure those dates. Many of those stadiums exist primarily for sporting events, so that is a big portion of any given year taken off of potential tour dates. Ie “You can’t perform there on any of these nights, because there’s a game happening.”

Tour dates and venues are often negotiated, planned, and booked years in advance. Oftentimes, a tour will be booked before the artist has even finished working on their album. Taylor’s next tour is probably booked already, or is being booked right now.

With that in mind, competition is going to be even higher for the nights that remain open. And how many artists are gunning to play at those stadiums? How can it be divided fairly and evenly? Well, it probably can’t, but that’s where the vote trading comes back into play. There is a lot of politics, trading, back-scratching, and back-stabbing going on regarding these things.

Let’s think of it in terms of X-Factor winners. They are all signed to Sony upon their victory—a huge label with plentiful resources and successful artists. But, Sony knows that most of the winners don’t actually find success in the industry, so are they going to invest time, money, and resources into the winners when they already see that track record? Of course not. My source says that in one particular year they have knowledge of, the season’s winner did not have a single person at the label assigned to them. Nobody to advocate, nobody to plan, nobody to book tours.

If a label loses interest or thinks you’re too much of a liability, they can simply let the contract expire (and potentially your career along with it).

In that regard, I can imagine how frustrating it would be to be signed to a label. You go on bright eyed and hopeful, excited that you got signed because you think that this will open up so many new opportunities for you. Then you discover that your label might not book you any shows at the best venues (or any venues at all), and you’re not allowed to perform without their permission. You don’t have much to negotiate with because you’re a new artist, so how can you ever prove yourself?

Alternatively, you’re a veteran artist who’s suddenly being neglected, but you notice the new artist without any released work is being promoted and getting all sorts of opportunities that you used to have. You don’t realize everything at play behind the curtain; all you know is that this thing that was supposed to put you ahead in the industry has now put you very far behind. Which brings me to…

* Why was Reputation snubbed during its Grammy season?

I’d imagine that if you’ve read this far, it’s all coming together for you now. In Miss Americana, we watched Taylor’s heart break over Reputation not being acknowledged by the Academy. She tearfully resolved to just make a better album. But there was so much more at play here.

We now know that during Reputation era, Taylor was in a battle with Scott B. and her label—hoping to secure her freedom. She wanted the rights to her work, and likely the freedom to show the world her true self. My source says that when Big Machine executives failed to campaign for Taylor at all in that Grammy season, they knew something was very, very wrong behind the scenes. A successful artist like Taylor would usually be the bread and butter of their label, and they were not advocating for her.

It was not a lack of talent or merit that lost Reputation a Grammy (or even a nod), but the fact that she had pushed back against the label in hopes of owning her own work and determining the direction it would go. This struggle seemed to start back with 1989 when Taylor decided to go full “pop” against their wishes. I can’t help wondering if Taylor wanting desperately to live her truth openly also contributed to this, which would make it even more heartbreaking.

I know some people in the GP were puzzling over why Midnights won AOTY, and I’m sure many of us around here have been baffled by the lack of critical acclaim for Reputation. I, obviously, am a huge fan of Taylor’s and I love to see her talents recognized. I also just enjoy discovering more about the inner-workings of Hollywood and the music industry. Fresh off the Grammys seemed like a great time to share this “insider’s perspective” that I’ve become privy to.

#pr #grammys #reputation

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HEAVY MUSIC HISTORY: Hydra – Within Temptation

Although not confirmed to be a subtle dig, the timing was suspicious: during the recording of NIGHTWISH’s Endless Forms Most Beautiful in the summer of 2014, their newest member, Troy Donockley, said in a video diary that it is “still absolutely NIGHTWISH, but there are some parts that will probably startle some people. But nothing cheesy. There’s gonna be no dreadful, pathetic stabs at trying to jump on some bandwagon, slap some shit rap on it or something, none of that nonsense.” A few months earlier, WITHIN TEMPTATION released their sixth full-length record, Hydra.

In the run up to its January launch, much had been made of their choice of collaborators across its tracklist. Dreams came true when Tarja Turunen was announced to feature alongside Sharon Den Adel on Paradise (What About Us?), a song which has become the answer to ‘what does symphonic metal sound like?’

What raised eyebrows was And We Run (feat. Xzibit). While other guest vocalists from KILLSWITCH ENGAGE and SOUL ASYLUM broadly drew from the same rock palette as WITHIN TEMPTATION, here was an artist from a genre that could seriously be considered the polar opposite of symphonic metal.

Whether And We Run entirely works is subjective, but history has vindicated the band and Xzibit as being ahead of the curve. In the ten years since Hydra, heavy music has not only become more fashionable again, but it has diversified – and the two are surely linked. In 2023, SPIRITBOX remixed MEGAN THEE STALLION’s Cobra, introducing metal’s most hyped band in years to a whole new audience by a show of respect between them and one of the world’s biggest stars. In the UK, BRING ME THE HORIZON sell out the country’s largest venues because they introduced elements of pop, electronica, and hip hop to their initially abrasive sound. The future of music is genreless, but to get there, bands have to break down barriers.

There is more to it than just the music. One of symphonic metal’s most defining tropes is the vocal talent of its lead singer, who is often female and often white. Its lyrical content is heavily fantastical, referring to literary works by European authors who have written in predominantly white cultures. The lack of diversity in the genre can be seen in the source material for many of its songs. Introducing Xzibit’s deep vocals, having him write his own verse, destroyed the notion that symphonic metal has to look or sound a certain way.

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In the years since, WITHIN TEMPTATION have taken up the mantle to promote peace and love. During live performances of Raise Your Banner, Den Adel would wave the rainbow LGBTQ+ flag, and in the last few years changed it to the Ukrainian one. Their new album Bleed Out draws heavily from accounts of war, documenting its horrors in anthems of solidarity.

Hydra was when the band realised this music, their music, was for everyone. When NIGHTWISH, who had long gone unchallenged at the top of the genre, decided to double down on their usual shtick, WITHIN TEMPTATION looked outward and opened their arms. They saw no reason why a rapped verse could not exist alongside all the other elements of their arsenal. The rousing Paradise that featured Turunen was inspired by a Dutch general who emphasised seeing the world as ‘us’ instead of ‘yourself’ and ‘them’.

It makes sense then that the album is also the band’s most palatable. There is none of The Unforgiving’s prog rock-like storyline, no epics like The Truth Beneath The Rose from The Heart Of Everything. In return, the acoustic-driven Whole World Is Watching received radio airplay in the UK – and was debuted on BBC Radio 2 by the legendary Ken Bruce. While rock music is a little more welcome on the airways in 2024, this marked a significant shift in WITHIN TEMPTATION’s profile at the time. No longer a niche band, they were welcome on the most listened to radio show in the country.

The rest of the album follows in this vein, for better or worse. That it lacks a distinct personality alongside most of their other records – the technicolour of The Unforgiving, the natural wonder of Mother Earth – is a symptom of how straight-forward it is. But there is an argument for Hydra as the band’s most consistent collection of songs, all of which are built on a strong foundation of pop music and familiar structures. Silver Moonlight in particular is overflowing with hooks, built upon chunky guitars and small symphonic flourishes. It sounds massive, which might be the only gear WITHIN TEMPTATION know how to operate in, but it sounds instant and immediate too.

Hydra arrived a year after the band recorded 15 cover songs for Belgian radio station Q-Music, in celebration of the band’s 15th anniversary. Most of these tracks were pop songs, like SIA’s Titanium, BRUNO MARS’s Grenade, and LANA DEL REY’s Summertime Sadness, which featured in their live shows at the time (and on the deluxe edition of Hydra). Den Adel said they wanted each cover to sound like a WITHIN TEMPTATION song, and not just a simple stripped back arrangement. It is no surprise then, after spending months familiarising themselves with mainstream hits, that they became tighter songwriters, something which they continue to reap the benefits of to this day, but which was first heard on Hydra.

The reason WITHIN TEMPTATION are headlining Wembley Arenathis year is because of Hydra. It is the turning point in their career where they said no to limiting themselves, and realised their capabilities reached far beyond the confines of symphonic metal. They are too good at songwriting, too strong as performers to be anything less than a legitimate marquee band. Throw on any of its 10 tracks and you hear a band with a new sense of confidence at the start of a new beginning, discovering what they are truly capable of. It was the blueprint to go even bigger, even more widescreen, on what came next. Everyone was welcome on the journey. Just look at them now.

Hydra was originally released on January 22nd, 2014 via BMG.

#within temptation #hydra

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Rest in peace, Adele Springsteen 98 years young.

“Now my mom was truthfulness, consistency, good humor, professionalism, grace, kindness, optimism, civility, fairness, pride in yourself, responsibility, love, faith in your family, commitment, joy in your work, and a never-say-die thirst for living, for living and for life. And most importantly, for dancing.” ❤️

Stevie VanZant called her “The Matriarch of our family and an unrelenting source of inspiring positive energy. One of a kind. She will always be there for us. Dancing in the audience.”

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Year-End Poll #73 (The Finale!): 2022

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And now we're at the final poll. Much like the previous years, many of the songs featured here are from previous years. This is mostly due to how Billboard calculates their hits and there are other methods of calculating the charts. But since this blog focuses in Billboard, that's the metric we're going with.

It's hard to know for certain which direction pop music is headed at this moment since we're still in it. Depending on how things go, it seems like TikTok is going to continue to be a taste maker when it comes to popular music. This could also account for why pop songs are getting shorter. The "verse chorus verse chorus bridge chorus" format is not set in stone. In fact if you followed this blog since the beginning, you've seen the beginning and rise of this pop song format in the late 1950's.

Also from what I can see, it looks like pop music is taking a more meta direction, with overt influences and references to recent pop music history. This can be seen in both stylistic choices, such as the synth-pop influences in Harry Styles' As It Was, to the way samples are used. Jack Harlow's First Class samples previous poll entry, Fergie's Glamorous, and Latto's Big Energy samples Mariah Carey's Fantasy -- which samples The Tom Tom Club's Genius of Love.

The charts are admittedly in an awkward place right now. I'm looking at the Hot 100 right now and I'm having trouble putting together a narrative (other than "wow, people forgave Morgan Wallen fast lol"). Between the lockdown, shifting tastes and listening habits of audiences, economic factors, and the splintering of the streaming industry, "pop music" doesn't mean the same thing it did fifty years ago. Or even twenty years ago. But between influences from the changing political climates, the rise and fall of different genres, developments in music technology, and the question over the cost of music, the one consistent thing about pop music is that it isn't consistent.

Thank you to everyone who took part in these polls. I'll post a follow-up post shortly wrapping things up and discussing the future of this blog.

#billboard poll #billboard music #tumblr poll #2020s #2020s music #2022 #glass animals #harry styles #the kid laroi #justin bieber #adele #ed sheeran #jack harlow #latto #kodak black #elton john #dua lipa

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The Idol who cant Smile

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Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 16:

The spotlights were bright as I stood on the stage. In front of me were the cameras and the audience, and I could feel the excitement in the air. The interviewer, a friendly lady with a smile on her face, began the conversation.

"Hello and welcome! We have a very special guest with us today - Y/n from Newjeans! It's great to have you here," the interviewer announced with a smile, turning to face me. The interview was conducted in English, as not everyone knew that I spoke German.

I smiled and bowed politely. "Hello! Thank you, I'm very happy to be here," I replied in English. The interviewer made an inviting gesture, and we sat down on the comfortable red chairs.

"Let's dive right in. You are widely known as a K-Pop star. How did you get into music, and how did you become an idol?" asked the blonde lady, glancing at her clipboard with a smile on her lips.

My thoughts went back to my childhood in Seoul, the long hours at the piano, and the singing lessons, which I often took at the music store at the end of the street. My father had always forbidden me from making music. I began to tell the story of how I was discovered in my hometown and how my passion for music developed.

"That sounds exciting! However, you were born and raised in Korea. How is it for you to be in Germany for the first time? Can you speak any German yet?" asked the blonde lady, laughing a bit. She placed her hand briefly on my knee before returning it to her clipboard.

I felt the excitement as I talked about my mother, who was German. "This is actually my first time in Germany, and it's an exciting experience. It almost feels like a sort of homecoming... and yes, I can speak German," I replied with a smile on my face. The interviewer looked at me, amused.

"Well, then show us your German skills," she said, clearly amused. She switched to the German language, looking at the camera and mentioning that subtitles would be provided. She then turned back to me and asked the next question in German.

"Impressive! Are there artists or music genres that particularly inspire you?" she asked, genuinely interested. Her legs were crossed as she looked at me with a smile. I smiled as well.

"To be honest, there are quite a few. Of course, my seniors from Hybe, but also Mamamoo and Itzy. But when it comes to Western music, it's definitely Adele and Taylor Swift. I lean more towards the melodramatic side of music," I said with a light laugh. I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter. Somehow... I didn't feel very comfortable in this interview.

"Those are really great singers. So, you're more into female empowerment, huh?" the blonde woman asked. Her blue eyes stared directly into mine, making me a bit nervous. Her foot lightly touched my leg, and she didn't seem to move it. It made me quite uneasy.

"You have a huge fan base that supports you. How do you view your connection with your fans?" she asked. I didn't like her tone. Why did it seem like she was trying to flirt?

A smile spread across my face as I talked about my fans. "My fans mean everything to me," I replied, briefly looking at the camera and making a finger heart. This made the woman laugh, and shortly afterward, I felt her hand on my knee again. Surprised, I looked at my manager. He seemed to have noticed it too and appeared to be talking to the show's director.

I cleared my throat. "I always try to make time for my fans, whether I'm on my way somewhere, during concerts, TikTok reels, or just going live. I dedicate all my time to my fans," I added with a smile. The blonde woman hummed with interest and glanced at her clipboard.

"Are there any new projects or surprises in the near future that your fans can look forward to?" the older woman asked, raising her eyebrows. "You can tell me, right?" she said, trying to be funny. Her hand was back on my knee. This time, I turned my knee in the other direction, but I still had a smile on my face.

"Oh, yes, there are some exciting projects in the works... unfortunately, I can't reveal them right now. I can only say that it's going to be really great, and even the Germans, or rather, the European Bunnies, can look forward to it," I replied, smiling into the camera, my eyes on the blonde woman.

"Now, let's get to the last and most important question," she said excitingly. She set her clipboard aside and folded her hands together. She licked her lips once and a broader smile appeared on her face. "There have been some rumors in the Korean and international web. We want this question finally answered. Are you a member of the LGBTQ community?" the blonde woman asked.

I still had the same smile on my face. My manager seemed to be furious, but the blonde woman looked at me expectantly. "Well, I certainly don't want to offend anyone, so I'll keep my sexuality private," I replied with a smile. "If my fans perceive me as straight, bisexual, or even lesbian, it doesn't matter. However they see me, I love all my fans equally," I added with a chuckle.

The blonde woman hesitated visibly. She had noticed how I avoided the question. "But, even though it might cause me problems now, I am an advocate for LGBTQ rights," I said as I stood up from the chair. A smile on my face as I politely bowed.

The interviewer ended the conversation, and I bowed once again. As I left the stage, I could feel the anger within me. My manager was at my side as he led me to the car. Of course, there were some fans gathered outside the building. The interview was live, and most likely, all of them had seen it. I smiled and waved to them.

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In an extraordinary event for K-Pop enthusiasts in Germany, Y/n, a beloved member of the internationally acclaimed group Newjeans, recently graced the stage for an exclusive solo interview. The interview took place in Germany, marking her first visit to the country, and it has left fans excited and eager for more.

As Y/n took the stage, the gleaming spotlight emphasized the significance of this unique moment. Surrounded by cameras, a captivated live audience, and a host of curious fans from around the world, her palpable excitement was evident. The friendly interviewer, well-known for her charm and charisma, extended a warm welcome to the K-Pop sensation.

For the sake of international viewers, the interview was conducted in English. Y/n's polite response showcased her trilingual skills

The cozy setting of the interview allowed both Y/n and the interviewer to get comfortable on plush red armchairs. The dialogue began with a question about Y/n's journey to becoming a K-Pop idol, prompting her to reminisce about her childhood in Seoul. Y/n spoke passionately about her love for music, citing her days playing the piano and singing. She was first discovered in her hometown, leading to her transformation into a star.

The interview, smoothly transitioning between German and English, continued with Y/n's admiration for various artists and music styles. She expressed her love for both her senior idols at Hybe and internationally renowned artists, citing Adele and Taylor Swift among her inspirations.

During the course of the interview, some viewers couldn't help but notice a subtle change in tone from the interviewer. Her line of questioning seemed to take a flirtatious turn, raising eyebrows among fans. Y/n, ever the professional, maintained her composure.

Y/n's response to a bold question regarding her sexual orientation, a topic often discussed in Korean and international forums, showcased her grace. While she chose to keep her sexual orientation private, she voiced her support for LGBTQ rights, drawing respect and admiration from her fans.

As the interview concluded, Y/n's graceful exit was met with a round of applause. She left the stage with grace, but a storm brewed among her fans. Some comments reflected the audience's indignation at the interview's flirtatious undertone, while others eagerly awaited her return to the K-Pop scene in Korea.

One thing is certain: Y/n's journey, both personally and professionally, has taken an intriguing turn. The exclusive interview in Germany opened a new chapter for Y/n and the global community of Newjeans enthusiasts. Their continued support and excitement is a testament to the impact of K-Pop in the world, and fans eagerly anticipate what Y/n's future holds as she returns to Korea.

Y/n may have just made her first visit to Germany, but the global reach of her artistry knows no bounds. Her homecoming to Korea is eagerly awaited, with a trail of enthusiasm following her every step.

The interviewer seemed more interested in gossip than in Y/n's music. Y/n's response showed the world their commitment to privacy and respect for everyone.

We stand by Y/n because they always stand by us. No matter what, we're here to support our amazing idol. 💖 #YnFandomLove

The interviewer's flirty behavior was so cringy. Y/n is a role model for handling it with class. 🌟 #YnIsAmazing

The interviewer's behavior was so unprofessional. Y/n deserves respect and privacy, and that line of questioning crossed it. 😡 #NotCool

Minji, give the interviewer a 'sound check,' will ya?

Interviewer: 'Are you part of the LGBTQ community?' Y/n: 'I'm part of the 'Love My Fans' community!' 😂

I can just imagine Newjeans members watching this interview and preparing their 'Operation Protect Y/n' strategy

Did anyone else notice the interviewer trying to slide into Y/n's DMs during the interview? 🙈

Can we just appreciate Y/n's patience? That interviewer was one 'awkward' question away from a new hairstyle

When the interviewer touched Y/n's knee, I think I saw the entire Newjeans fandom collectively gasp. Protect our queen!

That interviewer was clearly shipping Y/n with herself! But we all know Y/n x Minji is the real ship sailing!

Haerin's probably backstage plotting how to steal Y/n away from that interviewer. Newjeans better protect their girl

When Haerin finds out about that interview, the interviewer better watch out. Haerin doesn't play around!

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Tiredly, I opened my eyes. Almost immediately, I glanced at the clock on the wall of the hotel room. My short nap had done me good, but I could have used a little more sleep. The knocking that had awakened me sounded again. Grumbling, I got up from the bed and asked in German, "Who's there?" There was no answer, and my forehead creased in confusion.

Slowly, I made my way to the door and opened it. My eyes widened as I saw Minji standing in front of my room. A gasp escaped me, and I swung the door wide open, wrapping my arms around her neck. Minji laughed at my reaction, her arms circling my waist as she gently guided me back into the room.

I pulled away from her, watching as she closed my door. A smile played on my lips. "I hope I'm not interrupting," Minji said, raising an eyebrow. I furrowed my brow, slightly puzzled.

She settled on the edge of the bed, making me smile. "Where is she? Hiding under the bed or in the closet?" Minji inquired, amusement dancing in her eyes.

My eyes narrowed in confusion, and I asked, "What?" Finally, I understood her meaning.

I smirked and shook my head. My hands rested on her shoulders as I moved to sit in her lap. "Why do you ask? Is someone feeling insecure?" I said, laughing lightly. I met her eyes, and even Minji couldn't help but join in the laughter. Her hands rested on my hips.

"I don't know. Is there any reason for me to be?" She asked, observing my entire face for a reaction. I laughed and shook my head. My hands found their way to her jaw, and I placed a soft kiss on her lips. Minji smiled into the kiss.

I pulled away and leaned my forehead against hers, taking a deep breath. I missed having her scent around me, her warmth, just everything about her, even if it had only been a few days.

"How was it with your aunt and cousin?" Minji asked, clearly interested. I smiled and slowly stood up. I gathered my short hair into a small ponytail, as it only reached my neck. "It was great. I learned a lot about my mom and my cousin is even cooler than I expected. We're planning to go to Phantasialand tomorrow," I replied, smiling. Minji nodded in understanding.

I couldn't help but smile sweetly as I took her hand. "Would you like to come with us?" I asked, smiling. Minji grinned, pretending to think it over. This made me impatient, so I sighed and tugged at her hand. Minji laughed as she looked at me. "Alright, I'll come," she said, and I eagerly jumped up.

"Finally, we'll have our theme park date we talked about," I said, my smile even wider. Minji smiled back at me as she pulled me down onto the bed. I gasped in surprise as I landed on top of her, a grin on her face as she looked up at me. I reached over her to grab my phone, which I had placed on the bed earlier.

Minji looked up at my hands as I simply unlocked my phone. She immediately returned her gaze to me. An amused exhale escaped her as I soon felt her lips on my jaw. I couldn't help but smile, but I continued to focus on the message I was trying to type.

Me (19:09): Minji will be joining. Is that okay?

I sighed as the lips of my girlfriend brushed against my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her touch. Her hands slid slowly under my top but rested on my skin. For Minji, it wasn't about anything sexual; she just wanted skin-to-skin contact. I sighed once more, but my eyes snapped open as I immediately felt my phone vibrate.

Lena (19:11): Oh my effing god!!!! Yes, absolutely! Yes!!! I might bring my best friend along, okay? An even number is better after all, but only if it's okay?

Lena (19:11): Wait, she's in Germany? Has the Y/n Protection Squad really come?

Me (19:11): Ha ha. I don't need a Protection Squad. Quite the opposite. My members need the protection.

Me (19:12): But of course. Bring your best friend along. See you tomorrow.

I felt Minji take my phone from my hand and place it next to us on the bed. Surprised, I looked at the younger woman beneath me. She just smiled. "Stop staring at your phone. I'm here," Minji said as her lips pressed forward. I couldn't help but laugh a little as our lips met briefly.

"Stop being so sweet."

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Submission (Re: People hating on him):

Anon, not being rude or anything, but wanted to give you an honest opinion and hopefully good response.

If someone’s first assumption about this whole thing is that people who are calling it PR are “hating”, then they are in the target group that this stunt is being catered towards. Especially when you look at Travis’ dating history, because oh look! that search shot up right after Taylor attended the game. lol

No one is hating on Travis. People who are and aren’t Taylor OR Travis fans are just calling out the blatant transparency of it. A host from The View called it a PR stunt. A popular sports host has called this a PR stunt.

People Magazine even said she “heard about the invitation”. So….she heard about this friendship bracelet story….shortly after learning about the invitation? Now, who do we think gave her the heads up about the invitation? Because didn’t she say during her Nashville show that she doesn’t Google herself but Scott told her about the bench named after her in Centennial Park? She was more than likely out of the loop about it until someone brought it to her attention. Because she doesn’t Google herself.

For example:

Patrick Mahomes said Sunday he hoped to meet her. Then he later said he’d met her before at the NFL Draft when it was in Nashville, which is true because that’s when she wore that rainbow colored dress/robe during Lover era.

However, it was also said that Travis/Taylor had gone on TWO double dates with Patrick and his wife…before she attended the game Sunday. So if he met her in passing at the draft, a double date means he had time for a conversation with her, right? But today he said he met her at the private dinner. lol

Travis was with his ex girlfriend, Kayla, for 5 years. Never blatantly made it a point to talk about her publicly even though people knew they were together and attended events together. Now all of a sudden, he’s openly talking about his personal life? On his own podcast and on Pat McAfee’s show? Taylor suddenly owns a Chiefs jacket when she’s only ever referenced the Eagles? She doesn’t even reference the Tennessee Titans. Lol

The cheat sheet incident? Who else in that suite would’ve needed such detailed notes (especially on what to wear to a football game? Unless you’re trying to figure out what to wear to not make it look too obvious). Assuming the people who are usually in his suite are friends and family…who have been to many of his games before (and would know things about the team and fanbase traditions)? His publicist was right behind her and made it a point to hop in Deuxmoi’s comments and say the cheat sheet wasn’t Taylor’s and that she was his publicist. Why? Because she’s paying attention to the demand for her client on a popular gossip blog.

Travis’ jersey sales suddenly going up 400%? When he’s a two-time Super Bowl winner? Heinz making a custom label (“seemingly ranch”) for a product (Kranch) that they’ve had on the market since 2019?

The NFL seeing a boost in ratings off this game against the now 0-3 Bears, a game the Chiefs SHOULD have won? When the Miami Dolphins dropped 70 points in their game?

The man JUST signed with CAA. He wants to expand his brand because he is about to be “old” in NFL terms. CAA is a talent agency. We all know that when celebrities sign with agencies, they are expected to open up about their private lives somewhat because that’s what the audience they are aiming to reach is interested in.

Adele dates (and may be married) to Rich Paul, who is LeBron James’ longtime agent. How often do you hear them speak about each other? How often do you hear LeBron James speak about Adele?

Last. Look at the picture on TMZ from their PRIVATE dinner. The picture wasn’t a sneak picture. Look at the positioning. Look how clear it is. Look how close it is. Taylor, who is talking to someone, would have seen the person taking the photo. There’s another couple in the background facing that direction who would have seen the picture being taken. Their body language is saying “act natural”.

She is allegedly attending the next Chiefs game on Sunday Night Football (which is a prime time game, btw) against….the Jets who are the home team. Watch how the things getting called out this week—- are “cleaned up” for that game and after.

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