#which hasn't happened since they were in the same band

[sunnystrollblog]

Hi, it's me again!

The way I opened tumblr and you just slapped me in the face with your last cult leader! Branch post like DANG!!!?

Like, I kinda get it

Siblings relationships can be complicated, especially if there's a big age gap and they barely had time with him before Branch started creating his own personhood, it's almost like there's no affection outside of the barebones and "obligatory" familial love

I can see Floyd just lashing out and teen brain just said "before the baby we were ok, not GOOD but ok" especially since he was the youngest and then had to "stop being a child" so his emotions are mostly directed at the brother he hasn't have for a lot of time, at the "outsider"

JD I could see him being the type of person that compares how fast a kid develops to others or kinda forgets that a baby, a toddler and a teen react different to the same things

bigger families tend to do this "your brother did this better" "x could do it at your age" "it only took a few hrs for x to get it" "it's so easy! If x can do it so can you" totally ignoring the difference in age and personality. it might even fly over his head that Branch is actually developing faster than a lot of them at that age due to the expectations

AaAAAAAhHHH!!! You literally inspired me to continue working on this au so thank you and I’m so glad you got where I was going with the bros dynamics!!

Floyd’s perspective is very skewed because of his age and maturity, before branch came along he could pretend that everything was okay and as long as he stayed in line and did as Jd said everything would work out. But than branch happened and suddenly Floyd had a new responsibility, Floyd wasn’t the baby of the group anymore which meant all of John Dory’s micromanagement went towards branch.

And in some ways that was freeing and in others…, suddenly jd wasn’t just overbearing he was obsessive and Floyd did his best to take the brunt of jd’s behavior trying to shield branch from it. And although he tried his hardest to love branch and give him the affection he deserved he couldn’t just shake the resentment. Thinking ‘if branch never came along would they have been better off’ and all of it simmering just beneath the surface until the night of the band’s break up.

And John Dory…oh boy John Dory. Now obviously he wasn’t always this obsessed with the idea of perfection that’s something his parents instilled in him. And you’re right he does have trouble understanding that different ages react to things differently because when he was a child he was expected to know how to take care of himself and his brothers. So he thinks that they should know how to do that as well. It also doesn’t help jd that his parents never took the time to truly care for him, he basically raised himself until rosiepuff found him and a purple egg in an empty pod with no trace of their parents. Which will do serious damage on a child’s development and how he perceives the world.

Basically brozone’s parents suck and are the reasons everyone’s sad :) also everyone’s dynamic in my au is based off of something like brozone’s parents are inspired by the willoughbys parents! Branch and Floyd’s relationship is inspired on jinx and vi. And poppy, king Peppy, and vi relationship is inspired by adventure time’s relationships like Finn and Marvin, Marceline and hunson abedeer

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls fandom #trolls branch #trolls band together #trolls au #dreamwork trolls #cult au #cult branch #brozone parents #floyd trolls #john dory trolls #trolls rosiepuff

[larrylimericks]

15Sep22

To the Larries who raced unabashed To the Garden from summer’s-end Bash To see both Larents play, The same city, same day, Stuff of legends, your rainbow-streaked dash.

#larry #louis tomlinson #louis #harry styles #harry #larry in new york #in an unprecedented alignment of the stars #harry and louis had performances in the same city on the same day #which hasn't happened since they were in the same band #louis played the z100 end of summer bash at hudson yards #harry played his 14th residency show at madison square garden #a mere three blocks away #lou's set didn't start until 8 pm #and wrapped up right before 9 pm #at which time larries sprinted from one venue to the other #even recreating the iconic billy eichner 'let's go lesbians' moment #like the true legends they are #i hope lou and haz are enjoying getting to orbit a little closer for a few days #and sharing crazy work days like before #limerick-lt #limerick-hs #september 15 #2022

[conkreetmonkey]

Splatoon 3 is wild because imagine if you were living in Japan due to a recent economic and cultural boom, and suddenly a space shuttle with a mutant house-sized T-rex riding it suddenly burst from the center of Mt. Fuji and disappeared into space without explanation, and all you ever find out about what the fuck that was about is that Zuckerburg mysteriously disappeared the same day and was never seen again, but still "officially" ran Meta through an open secret Queen-Elizabeth-being-in-good-health gaslighting campaign, and everybody kind of suspected he may have been connected but never figured out anything conclusive.

Also the T-rex is now orbiting the earth in the fetal position like the guy from Jojo, and there are rumors of a substance that, if touched, turns you into a half-dinosaur monster. Nobody understands any of this but Meta employees just keep going to work and pretending Zuck still exists. The same 12 prerecorded voicelines constantly squak from the PA system.

Oddly, the statue in front of Meta HQ of a T-rex eating a human changes overnight into one of a giant human eating a tiny T-rex. Nobody noticed the switch, despite the statue being in a constantly bustling area. It happened shortly after the shuttle incident.

Jack Black's tiny clone, Lil' Jack, now wears a headset at all times and has been acting really shady since the incident. Also they're both hyperintelligent, immortal velociraptors found in an ancient cryogenic chamber who spend their days judging college football and eating the legally harvested flesh of hillbillies. Lil' Jack is probably plotting to kill Big Jack, but Big Jack doesn't seem to care, growing fat and lazy, sleeping on public benches in a bed of throw pillows. Also, he's very open about the fact that, as a velociraptor, humans look delicious, but he hasn't actually eaten anybody aside from the aforementioned hillbillies because he's civil.

Everyone is just expected to move on with their lives after this. This is normal to you.

The local art school was recently attacked by giant sea serpents, which were actually hideously bioengineered hillbillies, fulfilling a biblical doomsday prophecy, and they were driven back by Meta's army of minimum wage, part time child soldiers armed with warcrimey jury-rigged weaponry. The sea serpents had giant frying pans grafted into their mouths, which launched primitive tactical nukes made by filling garbage bags with their explosive blood. They still exist, and occasionally defend their comrades, but spend most of their time in the deep sea.

The local homeless emo twink everyone's attracted to is a closet millionaire who sells bootleg clothing in exchange for live rats, which he messily devours behind closed doors. He's also 8 feet tall and British and only has one eye.

North Korean refugees now flood the western world, after a greasy 14 year old hipster, under the guidance of Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift, beat Kim Jong Un in a mech battle, and the EDM remix of the Japanese national anthem they performed caused like half the soldiers to immediately realize North Korea sucks ass and defect. One of these individuals, 7 foot tall hypergenius, becomes a newscaster alongside a nepo baby rapper with dwarfism who likes to eat entire jars of mayo, and also they're a popular band. Also also, they may or may not be gay. Almost the entire population is gay, so this isn't a huge deal.

The new local newscasters are a famous Japanese lion tamer, an Indian girl with a bloodline trait allowing her to control snakes, and a Brazillian man the size of a smart car who exclusively communicates via grunts.

Gods, souls and zombies are objectively real, and you're effectively immortal because real-life respawning was invented a while ago. It works like a Keurig, but with mucus instead of coffee. Submersion in water kills you.

A good deal of the population is a hivemind. They pretend to be individuals for no reason.

Almost all men are now femboys.

Despite all this, you still have to go to work at 9 tomorrow.

#splatoon 3 #splatoon #splatoon fandom #splatpost #splatposting #splatoon lore #mr. grizz #new agent 3 #neo agent 3 #return of the mammalians

[akookminsupporter]

Namjoon gave a good interview to Vogue Spain and in it he said a few things that I thought I'd share with those of you who may not understand Spanish.

This was at the end of the article but I want to write it first:

One thing that needs to be made clear about this album is that, no matter how much the rumour mill is trying to spin it, it is by no means the end of the successful band. "Oh, I'm not leaving BTS. Absolutely not. This is the first time I'm launching a solo project like this, so I'm trying to stand up and take my first steps. But I'm ambitious and I have willpower. So I don't want to miss the opportunity to do both. So I will try my best not to lose control and steer these two ships at the same time. A lot of bands split up and fall apart, but I hope that doesn't happen to BTS. I just love the music, I love my job, I love the band members and I love myself. If I can keep both projects going, I think it can be something legendary in the long run".

Other important parts of the article:

"The k-pop industry hasn't stopped growing since we debuted with BTS [in 2013]. It's become a lot more complex and has brought a lot more people into its structures. I think there are a lot of lights, but also some slippery shadows. Many of us started our careers very early as a group: we slept and lived together as teenagers. We became a real family, which is great, but this culture has also affected me a lot, because sometimes I find it difficult to be treated as an adult who has autonomy in his decisions. I'm perceived as just another cog in the crew, in the context of a mass phenomenon",

Did you ever feel like you were getting completely lost in this delirium of success? "I used to think so, but the funny thing is that I am fully aware that it was my own choice to devote myself to the k-pop industry. Nobody pushed me into it. But yes, I have lost myself at times. Although perhaps saying this is an excess of 'self-empathy'. There is no answer. Except that, if k-pop is about recharging the batteries of a mass audience and I'm responsible for doing that recharging, then I have to keep my feet firmly on the ground. As an adult, as a musician and as a human being. And these ten years of my career have helped me define who I am and learn to love myself. But I'm still in that process, you know? All these internal struggles will be recorded on records and videos," he explains.

"Music is really necessary for the world, but, when it comes to my music, sometimes I feel like I'm producing something unnecessary. If I were to die tonight, I don't think anything would change. It might matter to some people for a while, but a farmer or a street sweeper is more relevant to the functioning of society. When I ask myself about the role of our generation in historical terms, when I look at all the digital platforms and communities out there, I am overcome with confusion. There are a lot of people who don't want to think. They have frenetic lives and turn to music or television to escape, so the last thing they want is someone trying to lecture them from a pedestal. In that context, I wonder how I can make my music matter. I haven't found an answer yet, but I keep trying to bring my own perspective to it.

As to whether he is afraid that the army he has on Instagram (42.4 million followers) might one day turn against him for a silly mistake or a blunder, RM answers bluntly. "Yes, it scares me. It scares me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. When I was younger I tried to come across as a cool guy who doesn't give a shit what other people think, but I don't think that's right anymore. I care about the publicity dimension of my career and the influence I can have on others. It stresses me out, yes, but I think I can handle it. That's why I don't retire or do things like go out and drink the night away and then drive drunk. I'm human, I can make mistakes, but I will do everything in my power to be the best version of myself. One of the keys is to treat this job for what it is: a job. I don't think artists have any special rights or status.

Note: if you would like me to translate another part of the interview, let me know.

#Namjoon #RM #vogue spain #bts #bts solo careers #bts break

[ensemblesmile]

rockstar in love

tags: best friends dad, age gap (reader in their 20s, semi in his 30s), fingering, hickeys, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, infidelity, (and probably more that i can’t currently think of).

warnings: minor and ageless blogs DNI!! i will block any that do interact without ages in their bios or pinned.

word count: 10.6k

summary; famous rockstar semi eita is thought to be in a happy marriage with two amazing kids, however his life isn’t quite so picture book perfect as his fans might think. or, at least it wasn’t. but the moment he met you, he dreams of the actual picture book life he could have with you that finally comes true during your final summer break of college.

a/n: it's finally posted! it feels like ages since i posted this thirst of a rockstar!dilf!semi eita. it is definitely different from that post, however the dilf rockstar semi is still the same, and that he is also readers best friends dad. also, this was my first time ever writing smut so i would like to apologize if that part of the fic is not written well... also also, i may or may not write a second part depending on if this is well received or not as well as if i get any ideas... anyways, i hope you enjoy!

semi eita, lead bassist and composer for the infinity order, had prided himself on the fact he had the most perfect family anyone could ever dream of. the perfect wife, an amazing son, and a beautiful daughter. or at least, that's the façade he's kept up for years because his manager didn't want him to ruin his image or his bands.

however, behind closed doors, his family isn't all that it's cracked up to be. his son hasn't willingly talked to him in years, his wife cares more about money and status than being a good wife, a good lover. the only thing good in his life is his daughter, the only one who's been by his side through everything.

when his daughter had gone off to an arts school in the states, he'd thrown himself into his work, hoping to distract himself from having to see his wife or son the few times a day they would come home. due to his newfound dedication with his work, his band mates had started to worry about their lead bassist and composer. they hoped he wasn't pushing himself too much, but they couldn't lie and say they didn't find his dedication to his work admirable. and because of this need to stay away from home, the band had been able to crank out single after single, eventually being able to turn out a few new albums before the year was up and gaining more and more attention from new fans, both nationally and internationally. and due to this newfound popularity, semi and his band mates had been able to quit their day jobs in order to focus solely on their band.

once semi quit his day job, he'd moved out of the penthouse suite he shared with his wife and son, buying himself his own house and a huge property, thankfully being able to afford it due to his bands rise in popularity.

the few times his daughter had come back to japan for breaks, she'd brought various friends with her, though only one seemed to always be by her side. that friend was you, a sassy dancer semi had started to get to know as incredibly strong willed, stubborn as all hell, and, at least in semi's eyes, sexy as fuck and intriguing as hell. whenever you were visiting with his daughter, he would always find himself secretly searching for or staring at you, sometimes feeling an erection start to grow if you happened to be trying out a new dance routine when you thought only his daughter, semi aiko, was looking. he'd always curse himself when he found himself growing hard to his daughters best friend, hating that you, someone almost half his age, had such an effect on him. he couldn't help that he once recorded a new dance you had been showing aiko, jacking off to the you in the video who's hips swayed tantalizingly and the look on your face which was pure sin in semi's eyes.

you, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to his growing attraction towards you. when you'd first met him, he'd been nothing more than your best friends father, the one person in aiko's family that she even still talked to. but as you started to get to know him during your visits to japan, you'd slowly started to find him attractive the more you got to know him. you, however, would always shake off your attraction towards him, cursing yourself for starting to feel something for your best friends father. honestly though, you couldn't keep shaking off your growing attraction towards the mysterious, tall, dark, and handsome male that always welcomed you into his home with open arms. you would have to face your feelings eventually.

so one spring break, when you returned to japan with aiko, your attraction for him (and he for you) started to bubble over, resulting in "coincidental" run ins, lingering looks shared over meals or conversations, brief touches as you passed each other in the halls, or random excuses to touch each other in...less than appropriate ways.

you had also found yourself dressing differently. not in a way that would show more skin, but in a way that showed off your curves without revealing skin. you were confident in your body up to a point, but once clothes started coming off, your comfort levels started to decrease. that was why you'd stuck with clothes that accentuated your curves. and boy did semi notice these changes, finding that he seemed to be getting harder a lot more frequently, finding more chances for lingering touches or chances to talk with you more just so he could stare at you in the guise of being a good listener.

these actions, however, did not go unnoticed by aiko, the one person who knew semi the best. the mutual yet hidden feelings had become clear to her one day during her second year of college when she and you had been visiting japan for a short visit during spring break. at first, aiko was a bit weirded out by this development when she'd first found out, however she had slowly started to accept it — and even silently support it — the more she realized her father had been happier than he had been in a while. if you, her best friend, were able to make her father genuinely smile — a feat he'd only been known to do when onstage nowadays — then of course she would support a relationship between her best friend and her father. how couldn't she? if you genuinely made her dad happy, she would help your relationship blossom.

so, after months of secretly planning, she invited you to visit her father in japan with her during summer break where she would finally put her plan into action. well, she would start working on her plan before summer break by getting you more comfortable with wearing clothes you were usually less than comfortable wearing. and one day, after you had agreed to visit japan with her for the third summer in a row, she had suddenly brought up you and her father which had caused you to blush bright red and stutter hurriedly to change the subject. however, with that reaction, aiko's suspicions had finally been confirmed — at least on your end. she would still need to confirm things concerning her father, but that could wait. right then, she had to grill you about those feelings you were feeling towards her dad.

"so, y/n, now that you've agreed to visit japan with me for summer break, is it because you know my dad will be back from tour?" aiko had suddenly asked one day during a sacred girls day you and aiko usually did after a rather stressful week of classes.

"wh- what are you talking about, aiko? of course that's not the reason," you'd quickly rejected, face heating up into a deep red blush, quickly turning away from her so she couldn't see the blush coating your cheeks.

"i knew it!" aiko cheered upon seeing your reaction, hands thrown into the air in triumph.

"shut up, i have no idea what you mean," you muttered, shaking your head at your best friend in embarrassment.

"oh, i'm not mad," aiko assured, reaching out to give your arm a squeeze of reassurance. "yeah, when i first found out i was a bit confused and concerned, but the happier i saw my dad get, the more i found i was okay with it. sure, you're my best friend, and sure, it would be weird to start thinking of you as my stepmom, but so long as my dad is happy and finally out of that toxic relationship, the better off he'll be. and i just know he'll be better off with you in the picture."

"wait, so you're actually supporting this?" you had questioned, dumbfounded at the way aiko seemed completely okay with whatever might happen. "and don't get ahead of yourself. i don't even know if eita-san likes me in that way."

"so long as you make my dad happy, then yeah, i'll support you," aiko nodded, sending you a smile so big and contagious, you felt your own smile grow in response. however, you felt it slip away the moment aiko had given you a serious look. "but i swear, if you end up hurting my dad, i will make your life miserable. and don't be ridiculous, if he didn't also like you in that way, do you think i would even be bringing this up?"

"of course, ma'am, i would never dream of hurting eita-san," you responded seriously, earning a quick attitude change from aiko in the process. this had you raising a silent eyebrow in concern, musing silently to yourself about how the semi family — at least the two you knew — were very strange people. but you knew for a fact that if given the chance, you would never choose to not meet your best friend, the first true friend you had ever known — your own siblings excluded.

and so, the rest of that girls day was spent discussing aiko's surefire plan to get you and her father together.

step one: get you more comfortable with wearing more revealing clothes so that by summer, you could confidently strut around in clothes aiko knew would drive her father mad. step two: get you both chances for those lingering touches to get bolder, more insistent. in aiko's words, "build up that sexual tension." step three: set up the perfect occasion for you and him to be alone, setting the most perfect atmosphere for all that built up sexual tension. in aiko's words, "that built up sexual tension needs to snap at some point, why not make it while i'll be out of the house so you have the whole place to yourselves? besides, i don't want to hear any of it."

after giving you the plan, you and her worked continuously on it to refine and rework the plan before heading to japan for summer break, where you would start to enact said plan into your daily life.

it started the moment you arrived in japan, wearing a much too revealing outfit in public for semi's liking. you wore black combat boots, black fishnets, short jean shorts, a black crop top decorated by a silver sun design that happened to reveal your stomach if you were to move or stretch a certain way, and a red flannel that hung low over your backside so that from the back angle, it looked like you weren't wearing any pants. never in a million years would he have guessed it was you walking beside his daughter as you both made your way to the baggage claim, talking excitedly to each other with bags slung haphazardly over your shoulders.

as he stood in the airport, he realized that he must've been standing out too much because he found himself surrounded by a sea of fans, all bombarding him with questions and requests, though he hardly seemed to notice them as he barely took his eyes off you and your — in his eyes — very appealing yet revealing attire.

"sorry, my daughter and her friend are here, thank you for supporting my band and i," semi quickly spoke up, pushing through the crowd to get to you and aiko's side.

"hi, dad!" aiko smiled, giving her father a bright smile and big hug, happy to see her father after the semester apart. "you didn't have to pick us up, we could've called an uver," aiko added, glancing towards the large group of people who all seemed to be staring at them.

"nonsense, i wanted to greet my daughter the moment she came back to japan, just like i always have," semi responded, ruffling the younger semi's hair in amusement.

"hey, not the hair," aiko protested, sending her dad a glare as she fixed her hair.

"thank you for having me again this summer, eita-san," you finally spoke, having been silent the entire exchange, but now finally finding the perfect opportunity to speak up — though it may have had more to do with aiko giving you a sharp elbow to the side.

"of course, y/n, thank you for continuing to watch over my daughter in the states," semi responded, giving you a warm smile.

"of course, i'd never leave aiko, she'd be in trouble if it weren't for me," you spoke teasingly, eyes twinkling in amusement as you smirked at your best friend due to the look she had shot you.

"shut up, y/n, like you're one to talk," aiko responded, elbowing your side, causing you to double over in mock pain.

"ouch, i'm wounded, aiko," you responded, placing one hand above your heart while the other went to rub your side as if to soothe a sharp pain.

"payback's a bitch, isn't it," aiko teased, a twinkle of amusement in her eye that semi had grown used to whenever you and her were together.

semi simply watched your and aiko's exchange, used to the dynamic you shared due to your closeness. it was something semi had no idea he was missing until it suddenly came back into his life. he was so lost in thought thinking about how much he had missed his daughter, and especially you, that he hadn't realized that aiko was heading towards the carousel to collect your and her luggage until you were pulling gently at his arm in order to move off to the side so you weren't taking up so much space. with a muttered apology for getting lost in thought, he quickly followed you, watching from the corner of his eye as you tapped away furiously on your phone. he had an urge to see what you were doing, but he knew he needed to respect your privacy, so he refrained, deciding to simply watch in amusement as you reacted to what was on your phone with minute facial details. a crinkle in your brow to show confusion, a light blush to show embarrassment, a huff and pursed lips to show annoyance, a smirk to show smugness. semi should probably feel worried that he could pick up on so much when it came to you, but he just couldn't find it in himself to actually feel that way. after all, you were a puzzle he just wanted to solve — or was there more to it?

"—ther, father you there?" aiko questioned, waving a hand in front of semi's face to try and catch his attention. "i got our luggage if you want to get out of here." aiko explained, gesturing down to the two bags that now sat at their feet. "and also, to get away from...this," she added, glancing behind her to gesture to the sea of people still trying to get a good look at half of the semi family.

"ahh yes, sorry," semi apologized, glancing from his daughter to the crowd gathering behind her then back to his daughter before sending her an apologetic smile and then taking both bags for the girls and leading the way to his car so they could leave. he could hear you and aiko whispering together behind his back, however it was too soft so he wasn't able to pick up on just what you might be whispering.

"you take the front seat, talk to him," aiko was whispering, urging you to make a move, even if it was just a small one.

"you'll be in the backseat though, so won't that be a bit awkward," you whispered back, glancing nervously in front of you to semi's back.

"as if, i'll have my headphones in and i am a bit jet lagged, i'll probably take a nap on the drive there," aiko responded, rolling her eyes at your nervous attitude in amusement.

"but-" you tried again, only to earn a sharp glare from aiko to stop you from continuing.

"look, think of it this way, this is step one of our plan to get rid of the sexual tension between you and my father," aiko hissed, shoving you towards the front seat upon the arrival to semi's vehicle.

having finished putting your bags into the back of the vehicle, semi had watched the particularly insistent shove from aiko with a raised eyebrow, a small smirk taking over his features as he notices the subtle glare you had sent aiko before opening the front passenger door and taking a seat in the passenger side of the car.

aiko simply rolled her eyes at you in reply as she got into the back seat, instantly pulling out her headphones and blasting her music, loud enough you could just barely hear it in the front of the car. reaching a hand behind you, you swatted at air, hoping to give your best friend a smack for being so obvious. aiko simply watched a you flailed around in amusement, making sure to keep to herself until semi got into the car, stopping your vain struggle in finding aiko in the back seat. she noticed semi's mouth moving, meaning he was probably talking to you though she couldn't hear anything over her music, not that she wanted to hear anything you or he would be saying. with that thought firmly in her mind, aiko stared out the window, letting her mind wander as she watched the scenery pass by, eventually letting jet lag catch up to her and resting her eyes.

you were in a similar position as aiko, though you tried to push through it in order to continue the conversation you'd been having with the rockstar. it was mainly about his career and your semester since you'd last seen him. small talk that slowly petered out as you, too, felt the affects of jet lag starting to catch up with you.

noticing the newfound silence, semi glanced at you from the corner of his eye, realizing you must've been tired though you looked like you wanted to fight it. with a small smile on his face, he reached over, placing a large, calloused hand on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, urging you to go to sleep and that he would wake you when they arrived at his home. you sighed softly and nodded your head, resting it against the glass as you let your mind wander. absentmindedly, mind muddled with sleep, you had reached down towards his hand to gently start playing with his fingers as you felt yourself slowly fall asleep.

semi couldn't help the surprise that took over his face for a second before a soft smile made its way onto his face, stilling your fingers to gently turn over his hand and simply hold your hand, fingers interlaced as you slept. fleeting moments like these are what semi wished for, to bask in your warmth and acceptance of who he was and what he stood for. because that's what you did, accepted him for who he was the moment you'd met him.

semi silently lamented the fact you were his daughters age, because if you had been older, he would've instantly called for a divorce with his wife and had pursued you. no one besides aiko had ever accepted him for who he was, they were always too enamored with the fact he was a rockstar, too interested in his money or using him in order to get at his bandmates. they never seemed to see him as the man he was, but rather the man the media portrayed him as. but you were different, you had made an effort to get to know him, to understand the real him, who he was behind his rockstar persona.

upon arriving to the house, semi gently pulled your hand up to his lips where he pressed a gentle kiss against the back of your hand before he gently placed it back on your thigh and let go of your hand. you had made a sound of protest as he let go of your hand, though he couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not, so he simply leaned over, pressed a kiss to your temple, and then, in a whisper, promised he'd be back for you. then he got out of the car, grabbing both your and aiko's luggage, and bringing them inside and up to your designated rooms. then he came back for aiko, gently lifting her bridal style and bringing her to her own room and placing her on the bed. he knew he wouldn't be able to wake aiko so he decided he wouldn't bother. then he went back to the car in order to wake you up, though when he opened the passenger side door, he instantly found he didn't have the heart to. you just looked so peaceful, a calm look on your face instead of the worry that usually marred your beautiful features. sighing softly, he carefully unbuckled you and then picked you up bridal style, stiffening for a second when he felt you cuddle closer to him before heading towards your bedroom in the house. when he reached your room, he had carefully placed you down and then tucked you in, smiling to himself because you just looked so at ease while you slept.

as semi was turning to go, he froze as he felt a tug on his arm, causing him to slowly turn around to face you. "please stay," you murmured half asleep. semi silently cursed at the invitation, inwardly debating with himself on whether or not he should actually stay. he couldn't lie to himself, the thought of holding you while you slept did sound tempting, however he wasn't sure you knew entirely what you were saying as you lay there, half asleep, trying to get him to stay there with you.

sighing, he knelt down on the ground. "i want to, beautiful, but i don't want you to think i'm taking advantage of you or anything," he explained softly, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip as he spoke.

"i don't care about that, i just want someone to hold me," you responded, leaning into his touch subconsciously. "please, eita-san, hold me, that's all i'm asking." honestly, you weren't above begging at this point, you just felt so touch deprived since your breakup that you didn't care who it was so long as they held you close. semi seemed to be debating with himself why he should and shouldn't give in, though he ultimately gave in to the desire to hold you close like he had when carrying you up to the room.

sighing, semi slipped off his shoes before lifting the blankets, urging you to scoot back as he climbed into the bed beside you and then enveloped you in his arms, smiling softly to himself the moment you shifted closer and buried your face in his chest. oh if only he could stay like that with you forever. finally holding you in his arms, softly tracing random patterns onto your back, semi felt at home, more at home than he'd ever felt when holding anyone — besides maybe aiko, though it definitely was in a different way from how he felt when he held you. you hummed softly, a content sound to semi's ears, as you slowly drifted off to sleep, your breathes evening out and lulling him to sleep as well. it didn't take long for him to fall asleep despite him trying to fight it.

it had been a few hours since you had arrived at semi's home when aiko woke up, slowly at first until she felt her stomach growl. after that sound, she quickly got up, dressed, and headed to your room to check if you wanted anything specific, though she froze in her steps upon opening the door, spotting her father cradling you against him as you both slept. a small smile took over her face as she whipped out her phone to snap a picture, forgetting that her sound was on and cringing when the shutter sound went off. despite the loud click her phone had made, she had managed to capture a sweet moment between them, smiling to herself as she closed the door and went towards the kitchen to make some food for herself, staring at the picture with a soft smile on her face.

in it, semi's back was facing the camera, his lower half covered by blankets. he had his arms wrapped around your midsection, with his chen resting softly above your head. she had managed to capture the picture at an angle, so she was able to just barely make out your face buried in semi's chest, a soft smile on your lips as if you were subconsciously reveling in the warmth semi provided as he snoozed right next to you.

"is that the picture you took of us?" a voice spoke up behind aiko, causing the young semi to jump in surprise and turn to face her dad who wore an apologetic smile at having scared his daughter.

"geez, dad, a little warning next time? i thought you were still asleep," aiko muttered, clutching a hand over her heart as she felt it racing beneath her hand.

"sorry, i thought you would've realized i woke up," semi grimaced, glancing away in embarrassment from his daughter. "but you have to admit, that click wasn't exactly subtle, im a bit surprised y/n's still asleep."

"oh please," aiko snorted, clicking her phone off and sliding it into her back pocket. "that girl can sleep through anything. it's a pain trying to wake her up in the mornings so she isn't late for classes."

semi hummed thoughtfully at this new information, enjoying the fact he was learning more about you, even if it was from his daughter and not directly from you. as he absorbed this new information about you, he made his way into the kitchen, grabbing pots, pans, dishes, anything he felt he would need when making dinner, aiko taking a seat at the island which sat in the center of the rather large kitchen. no words were spoken between the father daughter pair as the elder semi made dinner and the younger semi prepared a side dish, the pair working well together despite neither knowing what exactly the other was making.

when the meal was finally finished, neither semi had the heart to wake you just yet so they made sure to keep whatever needed to stay warm was nice and toasty in the oven while they cleaned up and set the table in the dining room that semi only ever used whenever the pair were there or he had guests over. the silence was broken by aiko who had been trying to come up with a subtle yet serious way to bring up the potential relationship between two of the three people who mattered most to her.

"so, you and y/n?" she had questioned, earning a raised eyebrow from semi as if asking what she meant by that. "like, what's going on? do you like her or..."

"why are you asking, aiko?" was semi's response as he continued to set the table, making sure not even the napkins were out of place.

"oh, you know," aiko responded, a teasing glint in her eye as she unlocked her phone and tapped on the screen a few times before sliding the phone towards the rockstar, a smirk on her face as she watched a light blush coat semi's cheeks as he glanced at the phone and then looked away. "i totally encourage whatever it is you might want to pursue with my best friend. just, yknow, don't do anything gross around me, that crosses the line."

"pursue?" semi questioned, eyebrow raised at aiko as if questioning why she was bringing up something like that now of all times.

"yeah, i saw the way you were holding her, and when you picked us up from the airport, don't think i didn't notice the look you were giving her," aiko responded, a smirk now permanently on her face as the elder semi just continued to prove her point. "look, i was a bit weirded out at first when i found out about your...mutual interest in each other. however, as i watched your interactions from afar, i realized that y/n makes you happy, more happy than i've ever seen you with...her. if she makes you happy, i won't complain. but if you hurt my best friend..."

"yeah, i guess you're right," semi mused, thinking back to the time when they'd first met and the many other interactions since. okay, so maybe she was definitely right. "look, i won't hurt y/n, i could never hurt her. and i promise not to show too much affection with her in front of you. however, i don't...does she really like me like that?"

"seriously?" aiko questioned, an unimpressed eyebrow raised. semi gave her a somewhat sheepish look as aiko sighed and muttered something unintelligible under her breath. "geez, it's like you're a lovesick teenager, dad. i'm not having this conversation with you. no, no way."

"alright, i get it, i'll figure things out on my own," semi sighed before turning towards the archway and leaving the room.

"where you going?" aiko called after his retreating form.

"to wake up y/n so we can eat," semi responded, striding towards the stairs and to your room. pushing open the door, what semi wasn't expecting to find was you curled into a ball, your breaths coming in short, shallow gasps, eyes squeezed shut as if you were in pain. "hey y/n-hey y/n are you okay?" he questioned, dropping to his knees in front of you in order to be level with you. he had never seen you like this, though, so admittedly he didn't exactly know what to do in this sort of situation. he shot a quick text to aiko who suddenly appeared in the room, shoving her dad aside so she could be at eye level with you if you were to open your eyes.

"hey, y/n, open your eyes for me and breathe," aiko spoke, her tone gentle yet demanding as she spoke to her friend. y/n cracked an eye open slowly, one after another, staring into a familiar pair of hazel eyes. "good, now breathe in slowly through your nose, and then slowly out through your mouth." when aiko instructed you to breathe, you followed what she said, over and over again as you slowly felt the pounding of your heart decrease. the three of you sat in your room for a good half hour as you slowly calmed down and regained your bearings, neither semi willing to leave your side until you were calm enough to move.

when that happened, you slowly pulled yourself from your ball and gently sat at the edge of the bed, smiling softly in thanks at aiko for helping you get through yet another of your panic attacks, before your gaze averted to semi, eyes widening at the pure, unadulterated worry and relief swimming in his eyes as he gazed at you, hands going up to reach up to cup your face as he stared into your eyes, searching them for anything that might give him a hint as to what had just happened. he hardly acknowledged when aiko spoke up, saying she would be getting their dinner on the table, instead keeping his full focus on the woman who was slowly starting to steal his heart for herself.

"ei- eita-san, i'm okay, really," you murmured, a sigh escaping your lips as you leaned into his touch, hands moving up to cover his own resting on your cheeks.

"you really worried me there, beautiful," semi breathed, thumb absently running over your cheek and causing you to sigh into the touch.

"i'm sorry, i think it was just the unfamiliar environment that caused the panic attack, or it could've been my dream...though i don't really remember what it was about," you murmured in response, closing your eyes as you tried to remember just what your dream had been about.

"don't worry about the cause, i'm sorry i wasn't able to help you with it, i felt pretty useless just sitting there staring at you," semi apologized softly, taking his hands from your face and instead holding them out for you to grab, pulling you up so you were almost flush against him. honestly, what he really wanted to do was lay back down with you wrapped securely in his arms, however he knew you needed to eat something and aiko was probably waiting for them so he instead settled for wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, chin resting on the top of your head.

"i'm sorry for worrying you, eita-san, thank you for staying though," you murmured, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning a cheek against his chest.

"shhh, it's okay, beautiful," semi responded. "now let's go eat dinner, i'm sure aiko's getting impatient."

"mmh, she does this to me all the time with her boyfriend, she'll survive," you hummed despite pulling away from semi and heading for the door, pausing when you felt a tug on your hand to turn back to him.

"stay with me tonight," semi murmured, interlacing your fingers together.

"feeling lonely?" you teased, eyes twinkling in amusement as a myriad of emotions seemed to pass over his eyes before landing on adoration.

"i just want to be there for you if something like that happens again in the middle of the night," semi responded, pulling you along with him as he led the way through the large house to the dining room where aiko was no doubt waiting for them. your brain seemed to have stalled at the new information which had caused semi to lead the way, making sure you were following behind despite your still clasped hands.

"ugh, dad, what did you do to my best friend?" aiko muttered, catching the almost vacant look in your eyes as you took the seat across from her, semi to your right at the head of the table.

"i don't think i did anything, she was fine until we left her room," semi responded, glancing worriedly at you as you absently started scooping food onto your plate.

the three of you fell into silence, both semi's casting worried glances over to you every so often. it wasn't until after dinner when you had offered to do the dishes that both semi's seemed to breathe sighs of relief that you were fine. aiko blamed it on the fact you still seemed tired, and the way you woke up hadn't been the best way, either, wracked with panic.

"yeah, okay, you do the dishes then, i'll set up a movie or something in the theatre to watch before we go to sleep for the night," aiko nodded, heading for the archway after having cleaned up her side of the table, handing the dishes off to semi as she left.

then, with hands full of dirty dishes, semi followed you into the kitchen and over to the sink where he set them down and then headed back out for the leftovers, transferring them to tupperware and placing them into the fridge.

the two of you worked in silence, with you washing the dishes and semi drying them after you had finished washing them. it felt so domestic to you, almost feeling like something you could get used to if it was with semi. the dishes were done faster than you would've liked, wanting to spend even just a little more time with semi before joining aiko in the home theatre room semi had redecorated part of the basement into.

it seemed semi had the same thought, wanting to spend even just a little more time with you before joining aiko for a movie night. after you had dried your hands with a towel semi hadn't used to dry dishes, semi had caged you in between himself and the island, hands resting on the island countertop to keep you trapped there. your usually soft e/c eyes went wide with surprise as you glanced from his arms to the smirk he wore. his hands slowly travelled from the island to your hips, lifting you up onto the island and setting you down on it so that you were almost eye level with him, though he was still taller than your seated form.

"eita-san, what are you doing?" you asked breathlessly, eyes never leaving his gaze.

"i was planning on finally kissing you if that was alright," semi responded softly, hands trailing from your hips to your thighs, spreading them apart so he could stand between your legs so he could be even that much closer to you.

"oh please," you murmured, wrapping arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, your bodies almost flush with each other as you got your first taste of each other. you smiled into the kiss as semi groaned, loving the way you felt against him. his lips parted and his tongue shot out, licking at your bottom lip as if demanding entrance. you responded in kind, parting your own lips to allow him entrance, tilting your head slightly to allow for better access, hands going from around his neck and into his hair to brush through his hair. when he slipped in his tongue, it met your own, at first fighting for dominance before he won, almost finding himself moaning at the taste of you and feeling himself go hard to the taste of you.

"ugh, please stop biting each others faces off," aiko muttered from the entrance of the kitchen before she entered and went about making popcorn.

semi silently cursed aiko for interrupting, pulling away from you who quickly buried your face in semi's neck to hide your blush from your best friend.

"i'm happy for you guys, truly, i am," aiko continued as the machine started the process of popping popcorn. "however, if i have to see anymore of that, i will cut you. i do not want to see my dad going at it with my best friend, that's a picture my mind would much rather live without."

"shut up, ai, it's not like i wanted to see you and your boyfriend going at it either, and yet here we are," you spoke up lightly, still blushing like crazy though your face was no longer hidden in semi's neck.

"shut up, that was completely different and you know it," aiko sniffed, turning her nose up and away from you in mock defiance.

"really? because at the time, your boyfriend happened to be my older brother," you responded, earning a sheepish look from aiko in response.

semi, who was simply content holding you close after you had pulled away from the kiss due to aiko's interruption, raised an eyebrow at the conversation between the best friends. "oh? you dated y/n's brother?" semi interrupted their conversation, earning a small nod from y/n in response while aiko sighed.

"yeah, they ended on good terms though," you murmured, smiling softly over semi's shoulder at aiko who couldn't help the slight frown on her face.

"they may have been good terms, but you never really forget your first relationship," aiko sighed, cupping her face in her hands as she thought back on her relationship with sora.

"if only you could," semi muttered darkly, though he had to admit that two good things came out of that relationship, and they were both currently in the kitchen with him. if he had never been with that woman in any way, he never would've had aiko, and if he never had aiko, he never would've met you. so one good thing that led to another good thing had happened between him and that woman — semi refused to think of her as anything else now that he was finally able to hold you in his arms.

"hey, stay with me, don't think back to then," you murmured, moving a hand up to his forehead to rub at the worry lines that started to mar his features. "be with me, in the moment, not then with her."

"you're right," semi murmured, moving his head to your neck to give you some featherlight kisses there.

"alright, and that's my cue to leave the room," aiko declared, taking her newly made bowl of popcorn and marching from the room, calling over her shoulder how the movie was ready whenever they were if they still wanted to watch it.

"we're coming!" you responded, pushing lightly at semi's shoulders in order to make him move back to give you space to jump down from the island. semi grumbled about having to watch a movie, saying he'd much rather spend his time doing something else to which you just laughed at, commenting how it was true guys only have one thing on the brain when it came to the object of their affection.

semi watched you for a few seconds, admiring the slight sway of your hips as you followed aiko, calling over your shoulder if he was coming or just going to admire your ass to which he chuckled and quickly caught up, grabbing your hand to guide you to a couch behind the one aiko sat at and away. he then got comfortable, reclining back before pulling you down to sit between his legs, back resting against his chest so he could cuddle with you as the movie played.

or maybe he wasn't thinking of just cuddling because aiko had barely even started the movie before semi swept aside your hair and you felt lips on your neck along with the subtle scape of teeth against your skin causing your breath to hitch in your throat at the feeling. without much thought, you exposed more of your neck to the bold male, feeling a smirk take over as he continued his ministrations on your neck, growing bolder as he listened to your breathing hitch in your throat or the way you exposed more of your neck to him. loving the way you reacted to him, he continued on, growing even bolder by lifting your shirt with his hands so he could trace your hips and stomach without barriers between his hands and your skin. another bold action was him trailing kisses along your neck until he found the spot on your neck that you reacted to the most and then biting down, leaving a bruise in its wake. he was quick to soothe the inflamed area with his tongue, feeling himself go hard at the breathless moan you released at the feeling.

"if you guys start doing it on that couch i swear to god," aiko spoke up, throwing a handful of popcorn in their general direction. "are you even paying attention to the movie? go upstairs if you're going to do...that."

"yeah yeah, i hear you aiko," semi responded, standing up with you in his arms bridal style. "enjoy...whatever it is you're watching. i think we'll be busy tonight so don't bother us any." he called over his shoulder as the two of you left, you slinging your arms around his shoulders for two reasons. the first being so you could steady yourself, not wanting to risk possibly falling from his grip. the second reason being to hide your face in his neck, your cheeks burning as you heard over and over again the exchange between your friend and the man you were slowly starting to realize you were in love with.

"hey now, beautiful, don't go getting shy on me now," semi spoke softly, stopping in front of a door and swinging it open, maneuvering himself and you inside before gently laying you down on the large king size bed on one side of the room in the center of that wall.

you carefully scooted yourself up the bed so that your back was resting on many pillows. then you took a moment to take in the room around you. directly across from the foot of the bed sat a nightstand with a large tv. on either side of the nightstand stood two doors, one of which you assumed led to a walk in closet and the other to the bathroom. a few pictures hung here and there of him and aiko mostly, though you did see some of him with his bandmates and even some of you, him, and aiko. honestly, the room didn't look how you were expecting it to. you thought the musician might have more instruments in his room just in case he thought of a melody or lyrics late at night. 

semi could see your mind racing with questions, smiling softly at the sight of you slowly taking in his room. "what are you looking for, beautiful?"

"your room just looks...different from what i was picturing, i guess," you replied softly, turning your head to face him.

"really? how so?" he questioned, crawling into the bed right next to you, laying on his side so he could stare at you as you spoke.

"i don't know, i guess i just assumed, with you being a musician and all, especially being the composer for your group, that you would have more instruments set up around the place," you murmured, sighing at the feeling of his fingertips dancing over your hip as you turned onto your side to face him.

"that's a fair assumption," semi responded, loving to see how you reacted to his every touch. "my recording studio is right through that door though, so i don't really need them with me in order to compose in the middle of the night. however, i will tell you that this room is soundproof just like my recording studio, so you can be as loud as you want to and aiko will be none the wiser." he whispered against your lips, having moved closer as he explained where his instruments actually were.

your face instantly bloomed bright red at the implications, wanting to turn away from the shameless man in front of you, though he wouldn't let you because he was now kissing you, rolling you over so that he landed on top of you, using his forearms to steady himself so that he wouldn't crush you under his weight. but before the kiss could go any further, you moved a hand to his chest and pushed him away, a look of hurt flashing in his eyes for a millisecond before being replaced by worry. maybe he was too bold, maybe you didn't actually want this, maybe maybe maybe. many other possibilities flew around in his mind but before he could get carried away, you spoke up, speaking words he never thought he would ever hear from your mouth.

"are you sure you want me, you want this?" you whispered uncertainly, voice shaking with emotion as you looked anywhere but at semi. semi, confused on where this was coming from, sat up and then pulled you with him, sitting at the edge of the bed and pulling you into his lap where he could watch your side profile even if you tried to hide your face.

"what do you mean, dove?" he questioned, wanting to get to the bottom of this sudden hesitation from you.

"i- i just mean like-" you spoke, pausing every few words because you weren't sure if you were ready to share the sudden flash of insecurity you felt. "you could have anybody you wanted, literally anyone at all, so why choose me?"

"are you kidding?" semi questioned incredulously, almost throwing his head back and laughing at the question though refraining before he could tell you were serious about it and he didn't want to give you any reason to get mad at him or leave. "look at you, dove, you're the most beautiful woman on the planet, nothing can change my mind about this fact."

"no i'm not, i'm really just average, there are so many more beautiful women out there," you responded, playing with your fingers in embarrassment at the conversation you two were having.

"hey, no, look at me," semi spoke, cupping your cheek and tilting your face up to look at him, his thumb gently tugging at your bottom lip to pull it out from between your teeth. "are you listening?" you nodded at his question, albeit shyly. "good. the first time i ever laid eyes on you, you stole my breath away. i couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you could ever exist. but it felt wrong to think of you in that way despite you being a legal adult. but now, you're here in my arms and i wouldn't change anything for the world. let me show you the love i feel for you in my heart, please beautiful." semi finished in a whisper, forehead dropping forward to rest against your own. you sighed at the admission, truly feeling the sincerity in his voice.

instead of answering, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his, arms moving to wrap around his neck as you kissed. with semi not moving from his seated position, you carefully shifted your own position so that you were straddling his lap, your lips not leaving his own as the musician deepened the kiss, licking at your bottom lip to gain entrance to your mouth. you granted him the access he desired.

as the kiss deepened, you rolled your hips, moaning at the friction you feel against your clothed cunt. semi let's out a hiss, pulling back from the kiss to watch your eyes roll back at the feeling of his growing erection. he loved this side of you, a side only he would ever get to see as he vowed to ruin you for anyone else. as you lost yourself in pleasure, semi carefully lifted your shirt over your head, his own shirt following yours onto the ground.

"you're so beautiful," semi murmured, taking in the sight of you, shirtless, before him. a blush bloomed on your face as semi fiddled with the clasps of your bra, unhooking it and watching as a little more of you was revealed. semi groaned at the sight, he couldn't help it, you were just so beautiful, so tempting. semi stood up, almost so suddenly you would've fallen had you not had the quick reflexes to wrap your legs around his waist.

semi was quick to throw you onto the bed and then climb on top of you, using his forearms on either side of your head to bare most of his weight. with this new position, he couldn't help the groan that escaped him at the sight of you beneath him. with one arm, he started to fiddle with your pants, causing you to giggle and help take your shorts off, with his being quick to follow. with the hand that had pulled off your shorts and fishnets, he cupped your warm cunt in his hand causing a moan to slip from your lips and grind down on his hand, wanting to feel friction against your pussy. semi watched your reactions, loving the fact that it was him that made you react this way, it was him that you were currently under. all those years of thinking he wasn't good enough, that he didn't deserve any love went out the window the moment you had first moaned for him.

without any warning, semi dragged a finger along your sopping slit and then inserted a finger into your hole, almost coming on the spot at the beautiful moan of pleasure that left your lips. you really were so reactive to him, evident by the way you were clenching around his finger. you gave another moan of pleasure as he curled his finger inside you, mouth falling open in pleasure when he added a second finger. this had you absolutely creaming around his fingers, a sign you were close to coming. with a few more thrusts, he pulled his fingers from your dripping hole, smirking at the whine you let out as he moved his hand up to lick his fingers clean of you, eyes closing in pleasure at just how sweet you tasted. it was better than he ever could've imagined, you were better than he ever could've imagined.

"you feel and taste so good, angel," semi murmured before he leaned forward to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. "but however pretty you may look coming on my fingers, you'll look even better coming on my cock."

"mm whatever you want, eita-san," you murmured, slowly opening your eyes to look up lovingly at the man before you.

"good girl," he murmured, kissing the side of your lips before rolling off you in order to reach into a drawer on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. you whined at the loss of his warmth before you rolled over as well, landing on top of him so you were straddling him.

"no need for that," you murmured upon realizing what he might be grabbing, reaching over to hold his hand in yours, fingers naturally intertwining. "m' on the pill. want to feel you, no barriers."

semi cursed softly at your admission, groaning at the feeling of you grinding down on him before he was quick to roll you both over so he was again hovering over you. "do you have any idea what you do to me?" he whispered against your lips, hands still clasped together as his other hand trailed from your hip to your thigh, prying open your thighs so he could drag his painfully hard erection along your soaking slit before entering you slowly, moving in bit by bit to allow you to grow accustomed to his size.

semi wasn't painfully large nor was he unnaturally long. he also wasn't short or small, but rather it felt like you were the lock to his key, you slotted together so perfectly. it was like he was made expressly for you and you for him, it was that perfect. once you'd grown accustomed to his size, you started to squirm beneath him, needing to feel his length move as you clamped down around it. semi couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled his chest and then traveled to yours, giggling at the feeling of the vibrations it gave off against your own chest.

as he started moving, he wrapped your leg around his hip to give him a better angle, allowing him to hit different areas you never even knew you had. you moaned as he continued his pace, head thrown back in pleasure which semi found extremely sexy. it stroked his ego to think of the fact he alone was able to bring this reaction out of you, he alone was able to see the side of you. as he continued pistoning in and out of you, he found you clenching tighter and tighter around him, a sign he came to realize meaning that you were close. with a few pleasurable thrusts, you came undone around him, coming on his cock and arm sling around his neck, moaning beautifully against his neck.

he continued to thrust in and out of you, chasing his own high.

"wanna feel- inside-" you babbled, a groan leaving semi at your words, coming inside you and filling you with his seed. after all, who was he to deny you?

with a final thrust, his collapsed on top of you, his now softened cock still inside you and plugging up your hole, keeping both your and his cum inside you.

"so good f'me," semi murmured, peppering soft kisses against your neck that caused you to giggle. "can i make a confession?"

exposing more of your neck to him, you spoke up breathlessly, a quiet yes slipping between your lips as you started to drag your fingers through his hair, pulling softly at his his hair each time he kissed an especially sensitive spot.

"i'm in love with you, have been since i first laid eyes on you," he murmured, looking up into your now wide eyes before softly kissing you on the lips.

"i think i'm in love with you too," you whispered against his lips, a moan surfacing after your words as you felt his teeth digging into a rather sensitive spot on your neck as if in response to your submission.

"then marry me?" semi questioned, causing your eyes to shoot open as you stared at him with wide eyes.

"b- but you're still married," you sputtered. "and what about your fans? and aiko? and what about-"

"shh," semi murmured, silencing you with a finger to your lips. "i'm in the process of getting a divorce, it's just been taking a long while because that woman has been refusing to meet with our lawyers. my fans don't need to know anything, you will be my secret, i don't want to share you with anyone. as for aiko, we can talk to her if you wish, however she has said she approves of us so long as i don't hurt you, which i could honestly never do. you're too precious to me, i could never see myself hurting you, angel."

"so she threatened you, too, huh?" you murmured, almost to yourself though semi was able to just barely catch your words, a laugh escaping him as he realized aiko had used the same threat for both of them. "relax, i want this, i want you, and nothing will stop me from getting you. i will even chase you to the ends of the earth if i must."

"i want you too, eita-san," you whispered, pulling him down to connect your lips and his in a passionate and heated kiss. if he wasn't carefully, his softening cock would surely become erect again, especially considering your current intimacy. he was, after all, still inside you.

"so then do you accept?" semi questioned happily, peppering kisses from the corner of your lips to your neck where he gave you a fresh hickey.

"i do accept," you responded, a moan escaping your lips as he continued to leave hickeys along your neck.

needless to say, that night was very...busy, though aiko had been none the wiser to what was going on because true to his word, semi had in fact soundproofed his room.

it wasn't until the next day that aiko found out about the proposal, not that you or semi had said anything about it. if it hadn't of been for the large rock on your left ring finger, she would've been left in the dark until you and semi had decided to break the news to her. but the moment she saw the ring, she let out a high pitched screech which had alerted you and semi to her presence as she rushed from the doorway of the kitchen to your side where you sat on the island, not even taking notice of the fact you wore a large shirt that belonged to semi that covered your shorts.

"you- my dad- he- i- you- when-" she stuttered, picking up your hand as she studied the ring on your finger.

you and semi simply shared a loving look over her head, both of you smiling softly as semi responded that you'd made it official last night. if aiko had seen that look, she might've walked out of the kitchen in mock disgust, however her attention was too focused on the ring.

"actually, aiko," you spoke up softly, watching as your best friend continued staring at your ring. "we were hoping you would keep this a secret between the three of us."

"of course, but do you mind if i ask why?" aiko questioned, finally taking her eyes off the ring to look between you and her father.

"we have three reasons," semi responded, continuing to make breakfast for the three of you. "the first being that i'm still not divorced yet, so if she was to get word of this, she could use this to get even more undeserved attention."

"yeah, that sounds like something she'd do," aiko muttered under her breath.

"the second reason being my manager would have a fit," semi continued as if aiko hadn't spoken. "he was adamant on my keeping up my image of being a happily married man with a happy family. however recent events have persuaded him to allow my divorce and now he wants to sell me as a recently divorced bachelor with a kid to appeal to...other crowds. or something, i don't entirely understand what goes through his twisted mind."

"what a questionable manager you have," aiko muttered, moving to sit beside you on the island to read your twitter feed over your shoulder.

"the final reason is because, well, i don't want to share y/n with anyone," semi finished, sending you a loving look to which you blushed at, aiko silently gagging beside you.

aiko was quick to hop down from the island when she noticed semi walking towards you. she really didn't want to be in the room when you guys started kissing, that was a sight she would much rather live without so she stole a piece of toast from the plate semi had set the finished pieces on before she headed out to the dining room, calling over her shoulder for them to hurry up with their lovey-dovey shit so they could eat.

semi responded with a comment for her to be patient as he stood between your thighs, hands resting on the island countertop beside your thighs to cage you in and give you a kiss. you giggled into the kiss, arms flying around his neck to pull him closer to you, chest to chest as he moved his hands from the island to your ass, pulling you to the edge of the counter to pull you flush against him, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. before the kiss could get any more explicit, you pulled back slightly, giggling as semi tried to chase your lips, though you kept pulling back, always barely out of his reach so that you could catch your breath.

"aiko's waiting for us, let's go eat," you whispered to a playfully annoyed semi who refused to allow you to move from his hold.

"she can wait, i cannot," semi growled, eyes narrowing at you as you continued to giggle.

"the food will get cold," you responded, not backing down. "besides, we can continue this after breakfast when my best friend isn't in the room next door."

"i agree, listen to her," aiko called from the dining room that sat adjacent to the kitchen. "besides, i'm starving so hurry up dad."

"what a cockblock," semi muttered as he pulled away, causing you to burst into laughter as you hop down from the island, collecting plates and cutlery that you would need for your breakfast while semi trailed behind with the food, all the while muttering about how he'd pay aiko back, just she wait.

the rest of that morning passed into afternoon where aiko soon left the house to meet with her boyfriend, leaving the newly engaged couple to continue what had been started in the kitchen.

needless to say, that summer break passed in a blur and you were reluctant to part ways with semi for another four months, the only thing pushing you to go being the promise of your secret marriage happening during winter break, as well as the promise of a spot in semi's bands dance group so you could travel with him during tours after you graduated in a semester.

— 2023 ⓒ ensemblesmile, do not repost or translate my work. comments, likes, and reblogs appreciated

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How did H find out about YN and Matt?

LOVE YOUU

Hi hun! How did H find out about yn and Matt? Like how jealous and miserable did he get on a scale?

MOVE

A/N: SINCE 2010 ficmas day 2! had this one saved up for a bit 💚

SUMMARY: In 2013, YN is a feature on Little Mix's song Move which also means that she's going to dance and be part of its music video. What happens when Harry sees how close YN and her dance partner are getting? (7.7K)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist // Ficmas 2022

YN drops the styrofoam smoothie cup that she just spilled her guts into down the trash bin outside the entrance of the dance studio. She quickly unwraps gum from the packet Harry left in her car and makes a mental note to both scold and thank him for leaving stuff in her car.

Today is the first day of a two week dance rehearsal for Little Mix’s new single Move. This was the first song YN was able to get a more hands-on experience behind song producing for other artists. It started off with very minimal work on some harmony stacking (an art form the girl group is exquisite at executing) that led to the girls encouraging her to get inside the recording booth. With permission from her management team, YN became an official feature for the song.

From then, her management team didn’t hesitate to take an opportunity for One Direction and Little Mix’s exposure and quickly invested in a music video and some live performances to debut their new single. The musicians from both bands were all undoubtedly excited at the news. Not only would it benefit both bands for its vast media exposure, but it was a chance to hang out with people their age other than their own band members.

YN has grown closer to these girls—it certainly helps that her bandmate was dating one of them—and she was more than happy for this kind of experience. Yet, what had her stomach drop to the bottom of her feet was the news about incorporating dancing to this single. Not just a simple eight count either but a full three minute dance routine. 

YN has never done anything like this before. A massive weight was lifted off of her shoulders when the boys were against doing any kind of professional choreography when the band was first formed. None of them had any dancing background and everyone was perfectly okay with that; it honestly made the band that much more genuine and different from other music groups. 

But she has to admit, a little piece inside of her is super excited for an opportunity like this. She had been curious about dancing within her singing career but never had a chance (or the courage) to speak out about it. That’s not to say that her anxiety hasn't spiked to 100 for her professional dancing debut being alongside the biggest girl group on the planet.

With another tug to readjust the backpack digging into her shoulder, she turns her back to the double doors to push it open with her shoulder and is quickly washed with the AC blasting from inside. Before she can even get two steps inside the building, she feels a hard surface bump right in front of her and a cold wash of blue liquid spills all over her oversized white t-shirt.

A harsh gasp runs through her lips and her mind is already blocking out the profanities threatening to come up and out of her throat as she remembers her media-training.

“Holy shit. M’so sorry! Y’alright, babe?” 

“Yeah, I’m—” She looks up and sees an attractive man with a concerned look on his face, one hand holding onto her forearm while his other holds a now half empty bottle of Gatorade. His light brown eyes match his mocha skin and there is no other course of action but to melt into his arms and feed into the damsel in distress situation she finds herself in. 

Wait, what? Since when is she the one to be at a loss for words?

“Yeah, yeah m’good thanks,” She straightens up but definitely takes notice of the way he’s still holding her arm. She looks down at her ruined shirt with a sigh, “Can’t really say the same for me shirt. Tie-dye isn’t really in the fashion trends at the moment I’m afraid.”

“Well, for what it’s worth,” He gives her a sincere smile. “You seem like you can pull off such a psychedelic wardrobe. Should I go grab an orange drink to pour around the blue?” The guy joins in her giggling with a chuckle. 

YN shakes her head with a pained smile, “Please don’t.”

It’s like he remembers his hold on her and he goes to remove his hands until he catches the ink on her skin, “I like your tattoos. You seem a little young to be wearing ‘em though.” 

“Well, I’ll be twenty in May. It’s not like I’m a child,” She straightens her back a bit at her response and sees his smile turn into a small smirk. 

Oh wow. 

The guy looks at her for a beat longer before he pipes up as if he just realized something. “Oh, here.”

He slips the strap of his duffle bag down and it drops with a thud to the ground. He quickly unzips one of the sides and hands her a hand towel, one she takes with a small ‘fanks as she goes to wipe at her shirt. Not like that’s going to help ruined shirts but at least she won’t have her clothes dripping before she gets the chance to change. 

Normally, if this happened on stage with the boys (which it has) YN wouldn’t hesitate to pick up a water bottle of her own to attempt to soak her bandmates back. If she were fortunate enough, sometimes it would be at the end of the show so she can quickly change out of her drenched clothing and promptly jump into a nice shower.

“Did you have to pick such a stainful color? I would have been at least a little flattered if it were a flavorful one.”

“What do y’mean?”

“Your drink. Sorry mate,” YN tsks. “But blue Gatorade is a major red flag.”

Is...is she flirting with this guy? It’s certainly a different course of action than if Louis or Liam or even Zayn were to have drenched her in sugary-liquid.

“How so?” He muses with a playful furrow of his eyebrows.

“‘Cause it’s the worst one?”

“Huh, you seem like a green Gatorade type of lady.”

“S’red actually. Red flag number two.”

“Well how about this,” The guy licks his lips, tilting his head to the side as he looks down at her. “I take you to dinner where you can tell me all about yeh different colored flags. You can have yeh red drink while I have my blue one and who knows? Maybe by the end of the night, we can make our tongues purple.”

YN lets out a genuine scoff, the corners of her lips curling up in a smirk. This bloke is bold. 

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, seeing as you’re unable to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Oh you wound me,” The guy puts a hand over his toned chest peeking out from his loose tank top and YN bites back a giggle. Who is she right now? “So much so as m’surely dead and in heaven right now since I see an angel right in front of me.”

“Your way of flirting is truly awful,” YN tucks her lips in to prevent the ever-growing smile threatening to tug on her lips.

“Yeah, but,” He leans down a bit more to say, “It is working, isn’t it?”

It is, and stupidly so. 

“I guess we’ll never know,” YN pushes the small towel towards his chest. She gives him a small smirk as she chews her gum with her mouth closed and walks around him to head down the hallway. 

It’s not like she’s ever going to see him again. She’s always busy with being on tour and it wasn’t anything new for her to be a bit flirty a bit with a stranger she knew she’d never see again. 

No harm, no foul. 

She heads towards the hall where there are multiple doors with numbers on them. Once she reaches the door with the number 3 on it, she gives three quick knocks before twisting the handle.

The scream of the girls echoes off the walls of the room at the sight of her and she can’t help but laugh in return. As she’s about to close the door behind her, she feels something block her from doing so. With a furrow of her eyebrows, she does a double take when she looks over her shoulder to see the guy from earlier with his hand spread out on the door.

Before she can form a question out of her fuzzy brain, she feels the girls’ hands wrapping around her arms to pull her further into the room.

“We are so excited you’re here!” Perrie says, holding her shoulders.

“Oh this is going to be so amazin’,”Leigh Anne giggles, clapping her hands together and jumping up and down. 

It’s both odd and refreshing to be around girls her age. Being on tour with five boys 24/7 for three years straight should seem like a dream to most girls—and while the majority of the time it is—it would be nice to have some time away from all the testosterone.

“Well ‘fanks to you lot for having me in this. I’ve never done anything like this before,” Despite her nerves from earlier, she’s starting to feel ten times better.

“I see you met your dance partner,” Perrie nods her head to someone behind me. 

She did? 

YN hesitantly turns over her shoulder to see Door Guy laughing and talking with the other dancers. When he turns his head and locks eyes with her, his smile turns into a smirk. 

“And our choreographer.” 

YN snaps her head back to the girls but quickly tries to compose herself at the words that just left out of Jade’s mouth. She can feel the familiar turn in her stomach again and wonders if she suddenly ran out of the room would they think of her differently. 

“C-choreographer?”

“Well, for this music video he is. But don’t worry babe, he’s an amazing dancer,” Jesy says, nodding in reassurance.

“I don’t think that’s the thing she’s worried about,” Jade says with a smile, giggling along with the other girls.

“What do yeh mean?” YN asks them, trying to seem confused while she’s currently dying on the inside. This really can’t be happening.

Perrie says in a whisper, “Babes, we’re girls. We can spot a crush when we see one.” 

“Or a guy completely checking out a girl,” Leigh Anne says after seeing YN’s lips part in shock. YN didn’t grow up with a lot of girl friends and being put in a band with five other guys made her love her career even more. She’s so used to using her skills as a female to swerve her way past situations like not talking about her feelings or dismissing the idea of ever talking about guys she likes. What a reminder to brush up on said skills since these four were able to easily dodge her question with giddy smiles.

“And from the looks of it, he totally is,” Jade squeals quietly while glancing behind her. 

The loud clap behind her echoes throughout the studio and it makes her shoulders flinch.

“Alright girls, let’s get this show on the road,” The Door Guy’s voice follows suit.

“Come on,” Perrie hooks her arm through hers. “You can set your bag over here. And what happened to yeh shirt?”

“It’s a long story,” YN lets out a sigh. 

Kill me, please kill me now. 

“Alright,” The guy who she has yet to know his name stands in front of the room, ready to give further instructions. He gives her a smile before turning his gaze to talk with the rest of the group. “Before we start, I’m sure everyone knows by now that we have a special guest for this project. Miss YN YLN will be joining us for the dance routine as she’s the feature for this single.” 

YN raises her eyebrows at the fact that he knew her name but quickly slaps on a smile as everyone in the room claps. Perrie wraps her arms around her and pulls her in for a quick, side hug. 

Wait, if he knew her name, then he must know who she is. She somehow knew it was too good to be true, but she just hopes that he wasn’t flirting with her because of her “fame.” Or was she just pushing it on him? Or was he just being nice to her and she was taking it as flirting—

“Alright, so it’s gonna start on a basic 8 count and we’re gonna start straight away with partner work. So let’s get on a diagonal line starting with Jade over here...” 

She turns around on her heel to get in the spot he wants her and sees Perrie give her a smile that she's trying to hide. She gives her a playful eye roll before she feels two big hands on her shoulders. 

“And you’ll stand over here,” He gently guides her where to stand and before he lets go, he gives her a wink before moving onto Jesy at her left. Her stomach suddenly does a weird flip. 

These past few years, the playful flirting from fans has increased but she only sees them for a minute or two before being rushed off. Whether it be at meet and greets or on the street, she hasn’t had someone flirt with her knowing that they will be seeing each other for the next couple of weeks. 

It’s been a while since she’s been around girls. Were they always this...jumpy? 

She feels a tap on her hand and turns to her right to see Jade gives her an excited look, knowing she saw the small interaction between her and the door guy. 

As he goes about teaching everyone the steps, YN feels like an idiot schoolgirl who’s getting touched for the first time. She mentally scolds her body when her skin tingles at his touch; whether it be as simple as a hand on her arm or how she can feel his toned body move with hers from behind. 

“So you’re gonna extend your arm towards us, so you’re pointing at us,” Door Guy instructs and everyone follows along. “Good. Now your partner is gonna grab your hand and push it away like so,” He wraps his hand around YN’s to demonstrate before gently pushing it away all the while she keeps her gaze towards the mirror beside her to avoid his gaze. “Cool. Now we’ll each review it a bit with our partners and then we’ll take it from the top together.” 

The pairs around the room begin to chat amongst themselves as they move back to get ready in their starting positions and begin to slowly review their steps.

He moves to stand next to her and she puts her hand on her hips, remembering her starting position, “Ready?” When she gives him a nod, he begins to count, “Five, six, seven, eight...” 

On beat, she lifts her head up, then places her hand on his arm while moving her upper body to the right.

“So,” She says after two beats. “You knew who I was when we spoke at the door?” She moves to grab his extended forearm and leans down to a lunging position.

“Make sure you tilt your head back as you lower yourself,” Once she follows his instructions and she carries on through the steps, he continues. “And to answer your question: no, I didn’t. I knew someone named YN was coming in to dance with us but I didn’t know what you looked like. But when I saw you walk into the studio and the girls were screaming bloody murder, I put two and two together.”

He didn’t know what she looked like? She can’t tell if he’s lying or not. Not to sound big-headed but she’s pretty sure her band has become a household name by now.

“How have you not heard of One Direction?” She instantly squeezes her eyes shut and grits her teeth, immediately regretting her words the second they left her mouth. “Sorry, that sounded so—”

“Humble?” He raises an eyebrow at her as another smirk tugs itself on his lips.

“Try arrogant.” 

“Narcissistic,” He retaliates. 

“Semantics,” She just shrugs her shoulders as she walks her fingers up his toned arm and follows through on the next dance move. “Y’also never introduced yourself.”

“I haven’t, no,” He goes to lean in front of her so she can put her hands on his shoulders like he taught her and the rest of the girls earlier. After a beat goes by and he hasn’t said anything yet, she raises her eyebrows. 

“Or do you reckon I keep calling you Door Guy?”

“So that’s what you’ve been calling me?” He peeks at her over his shoulder.

“Only in my head.” 

“S’Mathew,” He informs her as he moves to stand behind her. For a moment, she’s impressed at how well he’s able to fluidly go through each dance move so effortlessly but then quickly remembers that it’s his occupation. “But everyone calls me Matt.” 

“Well you already know I’m YN?” 

“Is that a question?” He muses. 

“It’s a name actually,” She sarcastically says, rolling her lips into her mouth to try to hide the smile threatening to grow on her face. In turn, he gives her an opened mouth smirk, his tongue pressed to the side of his cheek and his jawline looks so sharp it could cut diamonds.

“You’ve got a smart mouth on you, don’t you?” He locks eye contact with her through the mirror in front of them. “But it’s a pleasure to officially meet you, YN.”

“You too, Matthew,” She says before she’s raising her arm up, snapping it back down to a turn of her head, remembering the steps he taught her. 

“Quite like that shirt on yeh. Designer?”

YN doesn’t fall for anyone so easily but she knows she’s tripping head first when she can’t seem to come up with a witty reply as quickly as she usually does. Instead, her cheeks hurt from holding back her smile and mutters a quiet, “Shut up.” 

Butterflies flow around her tummy when he huffs out a chuckle and shakes his head at her through the mirror. As he quietly counts out loud and they shift their hips together in unison, she’s left with a scary realization that the last time she felt that familiar flutter was with...Harry.

...

YN looks at herself in the small full body mirror and takes in a deep breath. She runs her hands down the curves of her full hips that are flushed tightly against a latex black skirt. She doesn’t normally wear stuff like this. The only times she wears skirts are the flowy ones her management forces her to wear to maintain her “good girl” image. 

But this...this was something she never really had the confidence to wear on her own, let alone a music video. She’d rather stick to the black jeans she wears on tour. 

She closes her eyes and takes another deep breath before she pulls back the curtain to the makeshift dressing room. She just needs to get out of the small space before her breathing gets iregulated and she makes a fool of herself by being found here unconscious. 

YN sees the other girls talking amongst themselves as they finish getting their last minute touches on their wardrobes. They all look so amazing in their first outfits, so skinny and toned that they could be supermodels if they wanted. She looks down at her skirt once again and runs her hands over her plushy hips. 

Looking at the mirrored white box set intimidates her more than anything she’s ever done before. She doesn’t know how to be sexy or flirty. These girls are practically the definition of such and it's only going to be that much more apparent when she stands next to them. At least she's had plenty of practice walking in heels so the white heels she has on shouldn't cause her that much trouble.

Before she starts to get in her head again, she quite literally gets knocked out of her running thoughts when someone bumps into her shoulder.

Even though it wasn’t her fault, she still finds an apology pushing quickly past her lips, “Oh! M’so sor-” 

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Matthew smirks down at her. He’s dressed in all black from head to toe with a backward black leather cap on his head. 

“Well you should look where you’re going,” She counters back, smiling with her head tilted back in order to look into his eyes.

“If not looking where I'm going means bumping into you all the time, then I don't think I will.”

“Ugh, could you be any more corny?” She teases. “I reckon you haven’t been practicing your pick-up lines these past couple of weeks?”

“Aw come on. I thought that one way was at least halfway decent.”

“YN!” 

“Hush!”

Their heads immediately turn over to where the girls are huddled together. Perrie quickly turns her head towards them with a smile after hushing a guilty-looking Leigh Anne for calling YN’s name. 

YN turns back to Matthew, throwing a nod toward the girls before saying, “I should get going.” 

He nods in agreement. “Yeah, for sure. I gotta head over to my section, too.”

 YN nods back and bites back a smile when neither of them makes a move to actually leave, “I’ll see you later then.”

“Later.”

She playfully rolls her eyes at him and turns on her heel towards the direction of the girls. 

“Hey, YN?” She turns back towards him with raised eyebrows. Matthew’s eyes trail down her figure before his eyes land on hers again. With the stupid, beautiful smirk on his face, what he says next makes the blood rush to her cheeks. “You look good in that shirt by the way.” 

With that familiar warm, fluttery, gooey feeling that would have scared her if Harry didn’t make her feel it first a couple years ago. 

“Thanks,” And with that, she lets herself smile at him again before walking towards the girls with a new sense of confidence. She even swings her hips a little bit as she walks away, feeling giddy.

She hasn’t ever felt a confidence like this before. 

Going behind the monitor, the girls all watch in excitement of how good the shots came out to be. And YN...well, she’s speechless. She looks beautiful and natural. It surprises not only the director and the girl group, but herself as she manages to move so effortlessly with each shot. She looks absolutely gorgeous showing off her best angles, moving rhythmically with the music blasting, and strutting down the middle of the mirrored white box, sassily high-fiving Perrie as they pass each other. 

Already dressed in their blue and white coordinated outfits for the next scene for the video, the girls all stand behind an array of monitors as they look over some of the shots from earlier.

YN stands with her hands on her hips as her eyes bounce around the different screens. In no way, shape or form was she going to get used to seeing herself in this way—looking as sexy and sophisticated as she does. Even now in her white, high-waisted shorts and one shoulder blue top as she’s about to head into the choreographed dance sections of the video, it’s an exciting experience she can’t quite place an emotion on. 

For a quick moment, it has her entertaining the idea of what would have happened if she was never taken out of the potential girl group she was placed in after almost being eliminated off of the XFactor. It sends an icky shiver down her spine at the thought of not being with her boys. As much as she loves these girls, no one can ever replace the love she has for her band. 

She can hear clapping behind her but what has her spinning around so fast it makes her dizzy is the sound of a familiar, obnoxiously loud whistle that Harry taught her.

“Hey!” YN beams at the sight of her boys walking further into the huge warehouse. She wastes no time quickly making her way over them and throwing her arms around Louis and Niall. “Yeh lads came? For me?”

“We did,” Liam says as he gives his bandmate a quick hug. “Zayn just tagged along to see his lady,” He teases only to get a shove in the arm.

“Tha’s not true,” Zayn defends, his furrowed eyebrows turning into a smile when YN walks into his open arms, “Well, it’s partly true.”

“None taken,” YN laughs over his shoulder. “Li is just bummed because he doesn’t have a woman.”

As Louis and Niall begin to tease and pick on Liam, she can’t help the fond smile that comes across her lips at the sight of Perrie beaming up at her boyfriend before their lips interlock.

“Do I not get a hug then?” Harry teasingly asks behind her. 

When she turns around to face him, he looks handsome in his black skinny jeans and worn out band t-shirt. It’s a crime how good he pulls off such basic clothing.

YN scrunches up her nose and looks up at the ceiling, humming in contemplation, “Mmm, nah. M’good.”

His dimples dig into his cheeks at the sound of her surprised laughter when he suddenly tugs her to his chest. The tips of his blunt fingers dig into her exposed shoulder blades and he almost sighs out in relief when he feels her warm hands along the expansion of his back. The guilty feeling of his embarrassing thoughts diminishes when he hears her hum into his collarbones. 

“Sorry, know yeh don’t like to be held for too long,” Harry chuckles as he reluctantly pulls away from her warm embrace.

“S’alright,” YN gives him the smile he’s been missing since she’s been away more for this project. “Long hugs don’t bother me as much anymore if they’re with you—you all, the boys, I mean.” She huffs out a nervous chuckle that ends up being her clearing her throat. “Speakin’ of which, a big thanks to you by the way.”

“For what?” He asks with a tilt of his head, stuffing his hands into the tight pockets of his skinny jeans.

“Helping me with all the—” She moves her hands vaguely around her upper body. “—getting used to touchin’ other people type stuff. If it wasn’t for yeh, don’t think I would have been able to do this music video. Dancin’ with me partner and all.”

Aside from Louis, Harry knew more than anyone how much YN wasn’t fond of a little hand-holding, a comforting hand on the back, or even a quick hug. Three years into being in the band with Harry and she internally questions whenever he hasn’t given her a good morning side hug or a squeeze of her hand before heading out on stage. Not to mention how eagerly susceptible he’s made her to a late-night secret cuddle session if either one had some trouble falling asleep. 

It should then come to no surprise by how inflated his ego gets at her gratitude for helping her with something that comes easy to him. Especially since it's helping her have fun, feeling confident and comfortable. 

“S’no problem, lovie,” Harry reassures with a smile.

“Woah, is that you, love?” Louis leans over to get a better look at one of the monitors. It’s a shot of her walking towards the camera in the white boxed room, her hips swaying from side to side as she sassily throws her hair over her shoulder. “Almost didn’t recognize yeh.”

“Yeah, you actually look like a girl,” Niall teases, throwing his imaginary hair behind his shoulder with a sassy roll of his eyes.

As the boys continue to point out how she looks, Harry’s eyes catch one of the screens that’s playing her solo shot behind a purple background, the shot only showing her from the shoulders up. The music can be faintly heard from all the commotion going around them as the crew members continue to make some last minute touches for the neon lights section. A small smile stays on his lips as he watches her sing along to the chorus, smiling ever so brightly as she seductively moves her upper body to the beat. 

He sees a guy come into the shot as he dances around her and doesn’t think of it. He’s there to make YN look even better, giving her the spotlight.

As the song progresses, Harry notices how when her part comes up, she leans her forearm on the guy’s shoulder and continues to sing along with the bridge. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of the screen but his heart begins to sink to his stomach.

“Move it baby, Oh—” YN brings a hand up to the bloke’s chin and with her index finger, she slowly turns his head to face her own. “You know that I've been waiting for you.” The guy breaks out into a cheeky smirk and she continues to sing along, their faces are so close their noses almost touch. 

Is that what she was referring to? Is this what she was thanking him for? For indirectly getting her closer to her dance partner of all people? Seems a little unprofessional from his perspective, getting touchy and smiley with a person she’s supposed to be working with.

Before he can have the chance to unclench his jaw, YN is being called over to set. 

“See yeh lads in a bit,” YN smiles as she walks backwards towards the set. “Behave yourselves while m’gone.”

She quickly makes her way over to the rest of the girls and the back-up dancers in the small, neon-lighted hallway. It doesn’t take long to spot the bloke he saw getting up close and personal with his...bandmate. She’s his bandmate, someone who he can practically see as a little sister if he squinted long and hard enough. He’s harshly reminded of this reality every day and yet again today as he sees this guy—her dance partner who she’s been supposedly getting up close and physical with—smile at his best friend. 

Is it necessary for the guy need to put his bloody hands on YN’s shoulders to guide her to where she needs to stand next to Jesy? Or move a strand of her curly hair away from her face? Wasn’t that the hair and make-up teams’ jobs?

As they end their partner section, she and Matthew raise their hands in a high five before skipping over the right to get out of view from the main hall. The adrenaline that’s running through her veins feels amazing. The total rush of dancing with her whole heart, hitting beats with her body like no one is watching is so exhilarating. She might even go as far as to say that she loves this as much as singing.

“Let’s go, Jade!” YN cheers from the side as the next duo comes into the neon-lighted hallway. 

YN smiles out of breath as she watches them dance, one by one they dance with their partners. In the midst of her excitement, she failed to realize that she never let go of Matthew’s hand after they high-fived. 

When he looks down at her, she whispers a small, “Sorry,” before beginning to remove her hand from his. Before she can untangle their fingers, Matthew’s grip on her hand tightens. She looks up in surprise and he just smiles back down at her.

“S’alright,” He leans over to her, his sight still on the dancers in front of them. “Just don’t do it again,” Matthew playfully scolds with a smile, continuing to rub his thumb over hers. This time, she doesn't even attempt to hold back her smile at his actions. 

Harry is utterly split in two. The sight of her in her outfits as she moves so effortlessly with the music. The way her hips move, her smile, and the energy she brings is unreal. 

Even as they move onto the last section of the music video—the full dance routine—she dances with grace and passion and so much umph. She looks amazing in her holster-type top and high-waisted cargo pants. He’s seeing a new side of her come out and he’s happy to see her so carefree.

But on the other hand, his chest tightens watching her get up close and personal with this guy who looks at her with the same eyes he gives her; it is undoubtedly unsettling. He can do nothing but just stand back behind the cameras, arms crossed, and stare with a crease in between his eyebrows as the guy puts his hands on her. 

And the worst part is that she looks like she’s genuinely enjoying having this guy all over her. He honestly can’t tell if her smiles are real or merely for the camera—and that kills him. He’s so used to being able to read her so well, but she’s a book in a completely different language as she’s gone all googly-eyed to some other bloke she just met.

...

“Where is she?”

“S’not like her to be this late.”

“She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago,” Liam checks his phone one more time. “You know, if any one of us were late, she’d be pulling us by the ear and dragging us backstage.”

The boys were all dressed in their small changing area backstage and just about ready to head out on stage to do another show on the band’s third world tour. All the boys were able to sympathize with YN in the beginning as she was doing twice as much work with having to do press interviews and live performances with Little Mix to promote their new single. They saw her for a short amount of time before she had to be whisked away to another plane ride and back again to do a show with her own band.

But that all began to die down about a month ago so she was back with the rest of the boys full time again. With that being said, YN was coming back into her groove of things with being back on tour and performing for thousands of fans every night. Which means that fifteen minutes ago, she should have been backstage with the boys, dressed up and doing her small vocal warm ups and somehow scolding the boys for either being late or for smelling bad—it varied on the day.

It began with her being five minutes late, quickly walking up to her band members with a giddy smile and a compliment saying they all looked nice. She then began to grow ten minutes late, jogging over to her boys with her heels in hand and her cheeks pink, probably due to rushing to get on stage in time. It’s a new record as the band has less than ten minutes before they officially have to get into the positions on stage.

It began to worry Harry to no end, thinking that their management team was pushing her too hard and not allowing her enough time to ease back into their routine. 

“Ricard is gonna have a field day when he sees she’s not here,” Niall shakes his head, wringing out his microphone at the thought of their management representative having yet another excuse to scold her on top of her posture, her vulgar language and refusing to wear heels for a show.

Harry bounces slighting on the ball of his feet, taking a final glance at the entrance of the small changing room as if that was gonna make her suddenly appear. 

“Alright, m’gonna go check up on her,” Harry hands his microphone over to Zayn.

“What if Dick comes in and he sees both of you lads not here?” Louis points out, already knowing how much his two bandmates get in trouble for the slightest glances.

“Cover for us!” Harry yells over his shoulder before taking off down the venue hallways, ignoring the stares and double takes of the pop star having to be on stage in less than six minutes.

After rounding a few corners, he finally reaches the door with her name beside the door. He gives a quick three knocks before calling out her name.

“YN? Lovie, you in there?” He can faintly hear her voice inside, a shush followed by her giggling. Without a second thought he presses the code on the keypad. She let him in on the password out on a whim when he wanted to grab his jacket he let her borrow. A piece of information he’s now ungrateful for because as soon as the little light blinks green and pushes open the door, he’s frozen in place. 

At least YN is already dressed in her black sparkly dress for the night, but some of it is bunched up by her hips as she sits on top of the vanity. The sound of lips breaking apart rings through his ears as he sees none other than her dance partner pressed up against her, grabbing onto her hips as if he was ready to pull her dress the rest of the way up.

Her bubbly laugh and breath-taking smile is instantly shut down when her gaze meets Harry. The two band mates are deers in headlights and if she wasn’t gripping onto the man’s biceps, she would have thought she was dreaming. No not dreaming, in a nightmare. She’s instantly pushing the man off of her and adjusting her dress.

“Harry...I...” Her words get caught in her throat. She watches as Harry's eyes bounce back and forth between her and Matthew and she couldn’t be more mortified. The bloke that had his mouth over hers merely seconds ago doesn’t even say a word, only covering his mouth with his head tilted down at the fact they were caught.

Finally having the words to speak, Harry utters out, “We’re on in three.”

Without another word, unglues his feet from the floor and hurriedly walks back down the hallway. His mind is going at a million miles a minute. He’s hurt and angry and confused. Ever since the filming for the music video has been wrapped, she’s never mentioned this bloke once. She’s never led onto having feelings for her dance partner whether she’s performing with him or talking in interviews with the other girls; nothing!

It shouldn’t come to that much of a surprise as it is, she’s trained for this sort of stuff, they both are. They’ve been doing it for years and it somehow feels like a betrayal when she uses her media training against him.

“Harry! Harry, please wait up!” YN looks frantic as she finally catches up to her band mate, a state he’s not used to seeing her in, although she’s practically jogging next to him with the rate in which his long legs take their strides. “It’s uh, it’s not what you think. See I—”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” Harry interrupts her. When he takes a glance at her he sees how she’s holding her heels in her hand while trying to tame her hair with the other. He only allows himself since he can’t stand to see her cheeks pink and lips swollen. 

“But I, Harry I can’t,” YN stumbles over her words and it scares them both to not hear her be so composed. “Harry,” She stops them by placing a hand on his arm. She searches his eyes and as troubled as he is, he can’t look away. “Harry, I need yeh to do me a favor. The biggest favor anyone can ask,” When she’s met with his silence, she takes in a shaky breath. “Can...can you keep what you just saw between us? I can’t have anyone know about me and Matthew. Everything’s been so good so far and, and I really like this guy, H. If everyone were to find out about it, the media, the fans, Richard, it’d be ruined in an instant. Just, please. Please don't tell anyone.”

As much as he wishes she would have said that what happened with this Matthew guy was a mistake, that it was fling that all the other guys she’s had, he’s met with an inevitable reality. She’s found someone, she’s found someone else to indulge her feelings towards. To act out her new found liking for physical touch and be flustered by minutes before having to go out on stage. 

How long? How long has this been going on? Is this why their late night cuddle sessions stopped? Is this why her cheeks get pink and why her attitude has been giddy even behind the spotlight? How and when did this guy come in and out of the venues undetected? How many times has she come out on stage after having her mouth all over this bloke only to touch Harry’s arm as if he was the only guy in the world? 

Before he can come up with a proper way around to let her down with her doe eyes looking up at him, a voice breaks the silence.

“There better be a bloody good reason why the two of you aren’t backstage right now,” Richard’s voice booms throughout the hallway. He’s dressed in his usually cream colored, three piece suit that never fails to make a witty comment fall out of YN’s mouth every time he pays a visit.

There are many reasons why Harry wants to protect YN, but the one that has him instantly stepping up in response is when her eyes stay wide as if she might cry at any given moment and her mouth moving like a fish out of water.

“YN’s aunt is sick,” Harry easily lies. Another helpful aspect of his media training. “She was on the phone with the doctors right now and it doesn’t look so good. I called my mum to help make sure she was available to keep a watch eye on her until we’re in England again. It looks like she might need a miracle to recover.”

If looks could speak, YN would be granting Harry with a long list of gratitude.

“Oh,” Richard straightens up, clearing his throat and tugging sharply at his blazer. “M’sorry to hear that. Now let's get a move on before we have to pay these backstage technicians overtime.”

If her mind wasn’t somewhere else, she would have rolled her eyes at how easy it was for their strict management representative to quickly accept Harry’s excuse (no matter how good it was) while he would have dismissed hers in a heartbeat. Without another word, the pop stars are quickly escorted backstage. While YN’s hair and make-up team walk with her to touch up her look, the scowl never leaves Harry’s face as he walks further ahead of them and snatches his microphone from Zayn’s hand.

“Where did you find her?” Zayn asks, surprised by his band mate’s actions. “You guys alright?”

“Her aunt’s sick,” Harry mutters before pushing past the boys to get to his section of the stage. They all share a questioning look among themselves as they glance back and forth between Harry and YN.

“I wonder which one it is. Never met any of her aunts before,” Niall ponders with concern only to get a slap on the shoulder.

“She doesn’t have any aunts, you twit,” Louis points out as the confusion only rises. Yet there’s no time to question any of them as YN walks over to her position behind the lifting screens and doesn’t say another word and the opening music begins to play.

There’s no doubt that the fans notice the lack of interaction between their most favored shipped duo. Despite their bubbly and excited stage presence, the awkward tension between the two band members could have cut with a knife.

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[chipistrate]

Why I believe Carnival will take place in the modern era, NOT the 70's/80's

featuring a bunch of neurodivergent rambles and hopefully some comprehendible evidence

TLDR; I think Carnival is akin to Help Wanted 1 in that it'll show Fazbear Entertainment bringing back an old event known as Fall Fest to cover up a past incident that happened there, which I believe to be related to Mimic.

Theory under cut cause the it's long

Starting with why I think it's taking place in modern times and not early 80's/70's:

Help Wanted 2 practically confirms that Fall Fest and Carnival are one in the same, and along with that we got some interesting new hints at Carnival through certain minigames.

First Aid features a character called 'Carnival Nurse' guiding us through caring for Helpy. Carousel seems to take place in a carnival. And Fazerblast is said to take place in Fall Fest through one of Carnie's voice lines; "Gather round folks! Come see the worst Fazerblast player in the history of Fall Fest!"

Odd details to be in what's assumed to be a training simulator of sorts based on the other minigames. So, maybe they are still training you, just not exactly for the Pizzaplex- but instead training you for the reopening of Fall Fest. Fazbear Entertainment planning on taking some of the newbies at the Pizzaplex/Pizzaplexes and transferring them to the Fall Fest location while it's opened (assuming it wouldn't be permanent since it seemed to be a seasonal thing) doesn't seem too far fetched for Faz Ent- it's a money saver.

And if I can circle back around to Fazerblast and Carousel specifically, they both heavily feature Pizzaplex animatronics, which wouldn't make sense for an event from the 70's/80's.

Fazerblast 1 includes the glamrock band fighting off threats in space- typical fazerblast stuff. Fazerblast 2 focuses on Glamrock Chica and who we can assume to be Pizzaplex Foxy. Both use cutouts seen in the Pizzaplex, as well as cutouts using the same art style as the ones in the plex- they aren't old or anything.

That's also not mentioning how Fazerblast is most likely a new concept created for the Pizzaplex that hasn't been shown or hinted at having any prior role in the franchise before the Pizzaplexes creation.

And Carousel features Moon as the main/only animatronic hunting you down, and Sun as your "tutorial", aka they're the one that tells you it's broken and you need to fix it. With how Sun talks about it and how the DA is the main center focus on the carousel, it almost feels as though there's some connection between them and the ride, like they were the one who attended to it and its guests during the day- almost like it was "their ride" at the carnival. Though I could totally just be looking too far into it lmao

Now moving away from Help Wanted 2 and backing it up to Help Wanted 1, specifically the DLC.

The DLC with the lobby that has the huge banner saying "Fall Fest '83"! Of course I'd bring it up lmao

With my theory taking the premise of HW1 and using it as a foundation, Fall Fest being referenced in HW1's DLC feels pretty important. A game made to cover up past events having a DLC with a big focus on the most likely location for Carnival. Might expand on this point later, but I feel it's worth mentioning that the Corn Maze level, the same level where we meet Vanny/the reluctant follower for the first time, is VERY explicitly shown to take place in Fall Fest, what with the huge banners saying "Fall Fest '83!" n all.

Kinda of connecting with the last point of Vanny being connected to Fall Fest in HW1- Balloon World, heavily theorized to be Gregory/GGY's Princess Quest equivalent, takes place in a carnival and features the Daycare Attendant, possibly giving more ties between the Glitchtrap followers and the carnival, as well as Sun/Moon.

Alright I have to add this in as a brief point- we have no confirmation that Balloon Circus and Carnival are connected, but since there's a possibility I might as well bring it up;

BC Chica is very clearly based on Glamrock Chica- the only other white Chica that may've been around during the 70's/early 80's was Funtime Chica and there's no similarities between FT Chica and BC Chica other than being white.

And that's essentially all the reasons I think Carnival could possibly take place in the modern era- but swiftly(and briefly) moving on to the Mimic connections to make the second part of this theory make sense;

The carnival catches on fire in the carousel and fazerblast minigame, Grimm Foxy is the main enemy in the corn maze minigame, and the corn maze minigame features this mural that looks like the aftermath of a fire. This all heavily implies a fire happening at the carnival and burning it down. Mimic was found in the epilogues in a burnt state that still hasn't been explained. With Mimics obsession with mascot costumes, something commonly used at carnivals, the event that left it burnt at the beginning of the epilogues could be explained by the fire that happened during Fall Fest.

(the mural in question)

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With all that being said- what do I think will happen in Carnival exactly?

As stated prior, I think it'll be Fazbear Entertainment bringing back Fall Fest to cover up a prior incident involving the event.

I think someone- whether it be 3 star fam, Lucia, Danny, or a new character- is spreading the word about Mimic and it's starting to catch on. Fazbear Entertainment sees this attention and decides to bring back the event to cover up the rumors Help Wanted style, but it backfires just as hard as it did with Help Wanted. We'll be playing as someone that either goes in with the intention of investigating, or gets roped into investigating the secrets of Fall Fest's past, and get more insight on Mimic and better set him up in game as our new main antagonist.

Depending on when exactly this all takes place, the story could be different-

If it's after Security Breach, I could see it being 3 star family spreading the word and then going to investigate after Fall Fest's reopening to make sure Fazbear Entertainment isn't doing anything fishy (they always are).

If it's before Security Breach, I could see the connections between the Glitchtrap followers and Fall Fest becoming relevant, one or both of them showing up and trying to sabotage our attempts at unveiling the truth.

And it could go on- there's a lot of potential roads this theory could go down, those are just two that came to mind while writing this

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Well now that that's done- YES I know this sounds batshit insane, but this is fnaf, what do you expect LMAO I just wanted to bring a new perspective to the table since everyone seems so confident that Carnival will take place in the past- and for good reason! But it's always worth thinking of it from a different perspective, yknow?

Shrug, just a fun possibility ^^ I don't have a closer line, but thanks for listening to my insanity! It may happen again!

#Chip Chatter #theories #pre carnival #pre help wanted 2 dlc #<- just in case since I know there's speculation about Carnival being the HW2 DLC- #I don't think it is personally but yknow

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

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To say you were nervous was an understatement. You genuinely had no clue how the conversation was going to go the minute Kyle arrived. Part of you feared the worst, after all he was asking to come over to discuss this.. whoever this is and IN person too.

Wild theories ran through your mind, is it the same person who hacked Kenny? What if this person is linked to your stalker? What if they're the same person? What if it's Kenny doing this? Among other what if's. You felt guilty for the last thought, Kenny wouldn't do something like this to one of his best friends. Besides, if it is the same person who hacked Kenny's twitter account, what would that imply? That Kenny faked his own hacking? The idea was just silly.

Knocks at your door is what shook you out of your thoughts and you got up to open the door; there stood Kyle. The tired look on his face managed to increase tenfold since you had last seen him just a few hours ago. Stepping out of the doorway to let him in, he enters silently but the silence speaks volumes to you as you watch him drag himself around your apartment and into your living room.

Closing the door and following him, you sit down across from him. Kyle has his head in his hands, looking down at the floor.

"Kyle?" You ask.

He doesn't respond for a few minutes and you can tell the stress of whatever has happened over the last few hours has really gotten to him.

"Kyle?" You ask again.

He deeply sighs and looks up at you, "Sorry, Y/n."

You wave him off, "it's alright, just start talking when you're ready."

You watch as he takes a few moments to compose himself and he sits up straight.

"The person has repeatedly contacted me, never called though which is great. I still can't block them, the numerous amount of times I have, the number always manages to reach me again," Kyle explains, "What gets me is that they keep talking about this thing of 'World breaking news'! but they jump around the subject whenever I try and bring it up."

"Kyle it sounds like you need to leave your phone be for a while."

"Yeah, I probably should but a part of me wonders if this is like, deadly serious and if I ignore it, someone dies or something." Kyle stresses, nervously playing with his hands.

"Okayyy," You sigh, "That kind of thinking isn't going to help you in any way and now I know you need to stop watching those drama crime shows with Stan and Clyde."

That gets Kyle to let out a huffed laugh and you can even see a small smile on his face, "BOOM! Got you to laugh," You stand up, "Want anything to drink?"

"I'll take a water, thanks Y/n." Kyle smiles awkwardly as you give him a thumbs up and head to your kitchen.

Coming back with two glasses of water, you set one down in front of Kyle and you hold the other, taking a sip as you sit down, "Now, realistically this person sounds like they're just trolling you. Hard."

Kyle nods and you continue, "And I'm not meaning to alarm you but it seems like they're well versed in well...cyber security...technology.. whatever you get my point here. So why don't you take your phone in and see if the people there know of a way to fix this phone number problem? You never know if they hack into your phone next."

Kyle's eyes widen and his mouth opens and then closes a few times, "What you think it's the same person who hacked Kenny?"

You shrug, "Good of a guess as any, I mean two technological events or, whatever this is called, happening? Within days of each other? Seems convenient and too coincidental to be two separate people, you know?"

Nodding, Kyle can't help but check his phone and for the first time in minutes, he hasn't received one text message. He lets out a sigh of relief and looks back up at you, who's looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry, I know, leave my phone be." Kyle mutters out, puts his phone back in his pocket.

"Well? Did you get anything though?" You probe, curiosity causing you to be a bit nosy.

Kyle shakes his head and you also let out a sigh of relief, "You see! This is what I mean, this.." You stumble at a loss for words of what to call this person.

"Asshole?" Kyle offers.

"Yes asshole, is probably just trolling you." You finish.

He nods and the two of you now sit in silence one more, sipping on your waters.

A ding goes off and the both of you freeze. Kyle looks at you expectantly and you shake your head, your phone is on do not disturb at the moment, so you know it isn't yours.

Kyle clenches his jaw and takes his phone out of his pocket once more and you already know it's the person Kyle's been mentioning as you watch how his face contorts to one of pure exhaustion.

He turns his phone on, reading the message and you sneakily scoot closer to him, trying to catch a peak. Kyle after reading the message looks up at you and can't help himself letting out a snort at how you look before just handing you his phone.

"Go ahead, you're interested and it's the least I can do considering how you're helping me handle this, besides I have no clue what this screenshot is supposed to even be."

You look down at his phone to read the screenshot Kyle is talking about.

You hand Kyle's phone back to him with the biggest look of confusion on your face, "What the fuck? What is this supposed to be?"

Kyle shrugs, "I have genuinely no clue, if this is the 'world breaking news' this guy was talking about then I hope the world isn't dependent on a riddle, because I cannot solve the meaning behind this at all."

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[ditto-not-on-discord]

in less than 60 days, It will have been a year since blaseball was suddenly canceled.

TRUST ME, THE OTHER TAGS WILL MAKE SENSE IN A LITTLE WHILE.

Blaseball, in its 2.867 Years of existence, was many things. but the easiest way to describe it is "Good". It had a very incredible fanbase that still kind of mourns the game to this day. the devs had a panel at GDC in 2022. It was nominated for a Nebula Award for Best Game Writing in 2021 and also the "Best Video Game" at The Hugo Awards in 2021. It won the Nuovo Award at the independent games festival in 2021. people could observe the games happening, gamble fake money, and also affect how the story and the characters would develop at certain points. It was a great game, that sadly was canceled because the cost that was needed to run the game was too high for the team at the game band to support, at least according to wikipedia. It being dead is also a major part in proving that there is no justice in the universe because of it not being here, yet SILENT HILL ASCENSION SOMEHOW HASN'T KICKED THE BUCKET YET.

Now for all Silent Hill fans who have blocked that game out of their memory, and for everyone who has no idea what Silent Hill Ascension IS, here is a refresher:

"Released" on October 31st, 2023 (which was already a bad day for me, but I am NOT getting into that), Silent Hill Ascension is an interactive thing (listen its not a tv show, and it isnt a video game. the developers say that its "the best of both", but lets be honest its more of the WORST of both) that is canon to the silent hill franchise.

people can observe the games happening, gamble fake money, and also affect how the story and the characters would develop at certain points. Yes, I know this sounds EXACTLY the same as what I described blaseball as, but thats because I purposefully oversimplified both games a bit. Silent Hill Ascencion has bland writing (so bland people even thought it was AI), all the mechanical depth of a bad mobile game, and all the horrible microtransactions (loot boxes, a season pass, and something else I will get into later) as well. Blaseball, as previously mentioned, was nominated for several story writing awards, had enough mechanical depth that some fans created a SCIENTIFIC COLLECTIVE TO ANALYZE IT, and at the time it died, NEVER had any micro transactions or a fee to enter.

Remember how both games use fake money? In Blaseball, those who were in the 1% of money havers had all their coins distributed to the other players. In Silent Hill Ascension, you can literally just buy so many "Influence Points" that you can manipulate the entire fucking story, and you can hoard them for as long as you fucking want. Also, Something else I want to mention: Literally nobody talks about Silent Hill Ascension because its so bad. hell, and those that do talk about it DON'T have anything good to say. very few people play it, and there are a shit ton of bots that the devs added so it feels like more people are actually watching. Silent Hill Ascension has reached lower lows than blaseball ever did, and is less than half a year old. So why the hell is it still alive, when a game that did its entire stick better is fucking dead. THE ONLY REASON I CAN THINK OF FOR IT BEING ALIVE IS BECAUSE ITS SUPPORTED BY FUCKING KONAMI.

There is no justice in the world.

#blaseball #silent hill #thoughts #confusion #video games

[its-megidover]

GMMTV Part 2: A Detrululu post - WinnySatang Edition

(Feel free to call me a clown if I'm wrong)

Part 1: Why I think main show will happen

a) What about ‘We Are’?

Okay so, first of all, I'm not going to lie,... as much as I love the idea now, when they announced the show, I was quite disappointed. Yes, I love the cast so much, but also I was expecting a main show, not ensemble. Anyway, my feelings changed a lot over the following weeks and now I'm so excited about it.

b) We Are: Why the rush?

One of the things that really surprised me about 'We Are' is how fast everything is. How fast workshop went, and how fast they started shooting. I know P'New shows usually air during the first months of the year, but it's still weird to me.

As far as I know, the only one from the cast who has another show is Phuwin (Summer Night) but I have yet to read any rumors about it or any kind of promotion or anything.

Also it’s not about Pond going back to school either since he already started.

2. Logo, Mascot and Merch

I think one of the main things that leads me to believe WinnySatang will have a non-ensemble show next year is the fact that they have a logo and merchandise. Releasing merch with a logo and a mascot before a show is announced is definitely weird, and so far there's not a ship that has acted JUST in an ensemble show that has that.

In addition, in this case, I don't see why MarcPawin and AouBoom wouldn't have those too...

So far since Book Fair last month, they have released (apart from the logo):

Card Sets (this doesn't mean much on its own as Neo, Mark, Dew and Nani also got a set each (which makes DewNani the only ship that hasn't been part of a BL show... which is sus to me but that's material for another post maybe))

Washi tape: an important thing to point out here is that one of them shows clearly a plushie design.

Photo strip

Pocket mirror: this not only has a logo but also a mascot, make of that what you will.

I'm going to ignore standees here since they're related to My School President, and those were the only standees released (edit: and a Neo standee)

a. There aren't any 2024 calendars though, are there?

Nope, you got me there. I have no clue either.

b. What about MilkLove, though?

Yeah, it's true. They don't have any merch or logo either, and you could say the same about Sizzy (as opposed to LYKN -a newer band-)... so, you see the pattern here. Good old GMMTV.

b. If you mean Neomark and Flukethor, they aren't CPs...

True, Flukethor was part of The Warp Effect and Neomark of Only Friends, both ensemble shows by P'Jojo but one immensely more successful than the other (an understatement). We don't know yet what's going to happen with Neomark, as they keep having events together and are even part of School Rangers 2024 lineup, but so far, all their merch has been related to Only Friends.

3. LOL 2024

Okay, so this is also very weird to me. Why wouldn't you include AouBoom and MarcPawin here. It makes no sense whatsoever to me.

I'm going to ignore School Rangers since it's clearly not CP related

4. a. Wouldn't Satang have spoiled something if they had another show?

Satang... well, it's true that he keeps spoiling stuff. Also it's true that he spoiled the fact they had a logo and GMMTV Part 1 date. That last one even meant his manager had to ask the media to delete part of the interview (one of them forgot about it though and they took down the video a couple of hours later). Personally, I think he can't talk much right now.

Also, Satang's second to last sentence during his speech on Book Expo caught my attention.

'There will be for sure'? Make of that what you will.

b. What about Winny?

Winny has 300 tweets on his account and we barely know if he's alive or not between events so... (he's out there touching grass, good for him or watching anime).

5. Winny's, Satang's and Phuwin's Comments

Another thing that caught my attention now that I think about it are these comments:

a. Winny's comment on Satang's post days before GMMTV Part 1

What about that bat? That's not QToey ('We Are') for sure.

b. Winny's caption on his own post days before GMMTV Part 1

Okay, so, Winny and Satang posting nonsense comments or inner jokes isn't anything new. That's their whole thing.

But 'dark romance'? That's also definitely not 'We Are.'

I'd usually say it's just nonsense but there's also Phuwin's comment on an unrelated post from days before

c. Phuwin's comment

What is it about bats? Seriously? Is it an inner joke or something?

#fawn.txt #idk if ill even post part 2… seems kinda delusional in retrospect 😍 #me when im. coping with ensemble #satang kittiphop #winny thanawin #winnysatang #satangwinny #🦥💰 tag

[lazybug16]

Books I read/reread in the last 3 months of 2022 and recommend (and yes, all apart from two are queer)

Also recommend to check for trigger warnings just in case, this website for books is the one I use, or you can ask!

Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert

Eve Brown is 26 and still hasn't found her passion, so after an argument with her parents she drives off and finds a cute B&B that is hiring a cook, so she takes her chance, not expecting to find out new things about herself along the way

I read this book because there are autistic characters in it and I felt so fucking seen when reading this book (especially by Eve), very very good book and the dialogue is AMAZING, you will definetly laugh! Also just fyi two very explicit scenes and very graphic (all consensual and lovey dovey) but wanted to say it just in case because they use more explicit language than what I'm used to lol 9/10

All That's Left in the World by Erik J. brown

Almost a year after a flu pandemic two boys find each other and help one another on their journey to find help, and feelings might start up on the way to their destination

Started reading it because I love The Last of Us and knew this was going to be sort of that style and I ABSOLUTELY LOVED it, I couldn't put it down like... I have no words... wow, one of the best stories I've read! Jamie and Andrew my beloved 10/10

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Two 15 year old boys meet in the summer of 1987 in El Paso, Texas, at the swimming pool where Dante teaches Aristotle how to swim, which marks the start of their friendship and adventures together, and maybe more...

An absolute delight to read and these two boys are just adorable (their parents are also super nice), very easy to read and keeps you wanting to know more about the story 9/10

Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Continues right where the previous story ends, we see how Ari and Dante's relationship moves forward while also touching the topic about the AIDS epidemic, internalised homophobia, family and friendship

I really liked the sequel, you get to delve deeper into Aristotle and the people around him, and the ending was just as beautiful as the first one, Aristotle and Dante must be protected at all costs 9/10

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire

Some children find a door/portal to another world which they eventually consider home, but they eventually end up back in the real world again. It might have felt like years since they left, but it's only been days for their parents/siblings who were in the real world waiting for their return, so they send them to a special school to get better (and also meet others like them who have been through the same experience)

Fantasy and mystery book (a bit of gore too because of murder), very very interesting and fast read, and if anyone deadnames Kade I will deck them 9/10

Heartstopper (volume 1-4) by Alice Oseman

A graphic novel showing the journey of young lgbtq+ teenagers showing their life through high school in the UK, the main characters are Nick and Charlie and we see them grow and fall in love

Just an amazingly adorable lgbtq+ story and beautiful illustrations, you will fall in love with the characters instantly, definetly recommend, especially for someone who might not be a "book" person since it's like a comic/graphic novel 10/10

Her Royal Highness by Rachel Hawkins

An American girl goes to a school in Scottland for her final year in high school and gets to be roommates with a princess, what could possibly happen...

The slowest of slow-burns, enemies to friends to lovers, and roommates, what more could you ask for? Sort of a mix between Red, White and Royal Blue and Young Royals but wlw. Also Perry my chaotic beloved 7/10

I Was Born for This by Alice Oseman

Angel is a massive fan of the boy band The Ark and meets up with an internet friend to meet them and go to their concert, all the while we also see how Jimmy and his other two band mates cope with fame and fangirls

You think famous people are perfect? You put them on a pedestal? Feel possessive? Ship them together? Then read this book to learn the reality of it all and maybe you can grow tf up 8/10

Lost Christmas by David Logan

A child called Goose lives with his nan in Manchester and does petty thefts for a bit of cash, alongside his dog Mutt, but what he doesn't know is that stealing a certain jewellery will be the first domino to unravel certain events that might just change his life, and possibly a second chance

This book will break your heart and mend it in the most marvelous way, you can connect with every single main character in one way or another, the story is fascinating and the twist is just so unexpected, one of my favourite books that I read as a kid and reread now 9/10

Loveless by Alice Oseman

Georgia and her two best friends just finished high school and are going to the same university, but things start to unravel when Georgia thinks that she has wasted her teens by not having her first kiss yet at the ripe age of eighteen, but soon finds out why she has never had a crush (and wonders why society is so obsessed with sex and love)

I am Georgia and Georgia is me, I felt so seen in this book and I could understand almost all of the main characters thought process and struggles, thank you Alice for writing this book, it means the world to me 9/10

Nick & Charlie novella by Alice Oseman

Takes place about a year after the 4th volume of Heartstopper, Nick is a few months away from going to university and Charlie is worried that a long distance relationship might not be the best idea... But of course, they are Nick and Charlie, so not even that can stop them

Very quick read, angsty and spicy at the same time lol 9/10

Our Favorite Songs by Anita Kelly

Aiden and Kai haven't seen each other since high school five years ago, and running into each other in a queer karaoke bar might be just what they needed to reconnect and get to know each other

If you liked Alex and Henry from RWRB then you will love this, it's fluffy, smutty and angsty and it's just an amazing story, very fast read too and it will get you hooked from the very beginning 10/10

Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Takes place about a year or two after Solitaire, following the life of Frances Janvier and Aled Last. They need to start thinking about their future and university options, but before anything is decided, a YouTube podcast called Universe City might be the answer they needed

Oof okay, this was darker than I thought it was going to be, had to take a few breaks because of intense scenes and personal trigger warnings, that's why I lowered the rating by a point, but just like any other Alice's books, very well written 8/10

Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

FSOTUS Alex and Prince of Wales Henry have to pretend to be friends, and in doing so actually become friends, and something more (shenanigans ensue)

One of my favourite books EVER! (If not my favourite book that I've read so far) Amazing characters, amazing writing and you feel the emotions so deeply, and Alex is a little shit (affectionate) throughout all of it 10/10

Solitaire by Alice Oseman

Takes place in the universe of Heartstopper (around volume 3-4), but this time the protagonist is Victoria "Tori" Spring, Charlie's sister. We get to see her life at school and at home, and how a blog named "Solitaire" changes everything

Much darker that Heartstopper but still an amazing story, you really just want to give Tori a hug 9/10

They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera

People recieve a phone call on the day they are going to die to inform them of the tragic news, two boys in their late teens recieve the call and spend the last day together, forming an unlikely friendship and something more

I'm so much like Mateo it's INSANE, also very interesting how some of the characters were connected with one another, very interesting concept and part four was my favourite, but also get your tissues ready because you will CRY 8/10

This Winter by Alice Oseman

Takes place about 1-2 weeks before Solitaire, during Christmas day. Written in Tori, Charlie and Oliver's POV

Very quick read, and you get to know the extended Spring family a bit more, also Nick's family a bit 9/10

Volverán a por mí by Josan Hatero & Use Lahoz

"Disobedient" teenagers are sent to an academy in scotland over the summer so that they learn how to be good and disciplined, meanwhile three strangers become friends and find out what really happens in that grey mansion and try to escape

This book is in spanish, I read it for the first time when I was in high school (like 10 years ago when it first came out lol) and instantly fell in love with it, it has the same vibes as Every Heart a Doorway but more dramatic, very cool and easy to read 9/10

Queer rep:

Act Your Age, Eve Brown (pansexual character)

All That's Left in the World (gay and bisexual characters)

Aristotle and Dante (gay characters)

Every Heart a Doorway (asexual and transgender characters)

Heartstopper (gay, bisexual, lesbian and transgender characters)

Her Royal Highness (bisexual and lesbian characters)

I Was Born for This (transgender, gay and bisexual characters)

Loveless (asexual, aromantic, gay, lesbian, pansexual and non binary characters)

Nick and Charlie (bisexual and gay characters)

Our Favorite Songs (bisexual, queer and non binary characters)

Radio Silence (bisexual, gay, demisexual and agender characters)

Red, White and Royal Blue (gay, bisexual, pansexual and transgender characters)

Solitaire (bisexual and gay characters)

They Both Die at The End (gay and bisexual characters)

This Winter (bisexual and gay characters)

#if u have any questions about them ask away! #i recommend all of them but everyone has their own tastes lol #act your age eve brown #all thats left in the world #aristotle and dante #aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe #aristotle and dante dive into the waters of the world #every heart a doorway #heartstopper #her royal highness #i was born for this #lost christmas #loveless #nick and charlie #nick and charlie novella #our favorite songs #radio silence #red white and royal blue #rwrb #solitaire #they both die at the end #this winter #volveran a por mi #books #queer #lgbtq+ #book rec list #alice oseman #casey mcquiston #mine

[uldren-sov]

just some infamous thots but...

I love that we get language in the story that The Band hasn't really talked about "BreakupGate" or even The Vote in the three years since it happened. That they're happy enough to sweep it under the rug, tiptoe around it, or avoid seriously talking about it completely with MC.

I also love that there's a little bit of guilt there through what we hear about Iris at the Overkill (potentially) and Devyn outright during rehearsal (the "sorry" coming from nowhere right?). I imagine that MC at least has seen more comments along Rowan's lines (like just be glad you weren't there for BreakupGate toward August) than anyone trying to actually face what happened.

With Camy, I think the band's lack of willingness to address it is excused by Camy's behavior. She's never given them any real cause to assume she's not fully over it even though it is still a very sensitive topic to her. I think the break up and Seven leaving hurt, and she had a "mourning period" but only as to what was acceptable before she felt her feelings were a burden and dragging the band down. She had to step up, she had to chew through and spit out her feelings for the sake of the band's survival.

She had to continue living the life she and Seven lived without Seven and somehow do it better. The BOTB blurb confirms that she achieved this, she succeeded.

But I love thinking about: at what cost?

And tl;dr it's her personal life, her personal feelings on the issue, her love life, etc. I do not think she gave herself enough time to even think on the matter and to that point I do not think that she trusts her friends with those feelings since they've turned into her responsibility and they've been unwilling to really engage with her meaningfully. Are they concerned? Of course. Are they going to act on it? Doesn't look like it.

It seems like everyone was content to move past it, maybe breathe a sigh of relief when it appeared Camy got back on her feet, and move on without much thought to her outside of equating her assuming responsibility as her being over it all.

Which, to me, is why the Night scene with Seven on the bus is so interesting.

She tells him point blank that she hasn't gotten over him, over them.

I think that's one of the first time she's told anyone she still has lingering feelings on the break up, on The Vote. And it's to Seven. Yes, her rival, yes, who hates her, but yes, it's to someone she's no longer responsible for, someone she no longer has to support and be the leader for. Yes, she has to be strong and guarded in front of Seven, but no, not for the same reasons. Despite how much it hurt to admit and then to be rejected, I think there's some twisted relief in being able to tell someone about it, finally, and know she was going to get an honest response.

I don't think she regretted it either ... :)

At least, until Soft Violence's latest song and performance ... :)

#infamous if #D plays infamous #OC: Camy Rose #love the song telling millions of people a better response to that ''you should have chose the other band'' is #''I hate you even more now that I've been dealing with you'' #and then top it off with a performance that he KNOWS will now hurt her and maybe make her jealous on top of it #this is why we don't get caught slipping camy!!!! maybe your mom was right!!!! #part 2 spoilers #no she didnt say that like shes still in love with him #but the complete disregard for the affection she confessed to in the way he did it is BRUTAL and i love it #its all so dramatic LOL goddamn

[madaboutmunson]

The Drive-In Part 21

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It's Tuesday night, and Eddie hasn't heard a peep from Steve since he yelled at him down the phone. He hasn't seen Steve since he threw those guitar picks at him, which Eddie had initially thought were special editions due to the big S and E on them, one of which he'd been playing with tonight and was currently twiddling around his fingers. In fact, Eddie's had no indication of Steve since the rose and module mid-last week.

Maybe he'd finally given up? The prospect of which made Eddie a little sad, but ultimately perhaps it was for the best.

Eddie knows he could call, but he isn't ready. He was scared. Scared because he wasn't good at hiding his big feelings. Which meant either he didn't pursue this and forget it happened, which he was loathed to admit was eating him alive, or call Steve, apologise, and hide it from and lie to his friends, which Eddie knew was nearly impossible.

Something was going to give soon because it was too much for Eddie to shoulder. He had enough on his mind.

"You alright, dude? Still thinking about last week?" Gareth asks

Eddie doesn't waste any energy denying it, "I'll be ok, just you know, it gets in my head every now and then. It will pass."

Gareth looks Eddie up and down, looks around and asks kindly, "You sure you don't wanna talk about it, dude? That chick turning out to be a stalker must have been a headache, "

Eddie tries to get back to be usual self and out of his thoughts again. "Well, who could blame her, right? Look at me, carved by the gods, charisma at max modifier, master guitarist. She didn't stand a chance, right?" Eddie laughs and gives Gareth a huge grin.

"Wait, is this the same girl that caused the ice cream therapy?" Jeff asks, confused, and gets a sharp elbow in the ribs from Gareth

"What I mean is, I feel like it's weighing on you, even in your playing tonight and last week. You still killed it out there, but it wasn't...Eddie...Like someone turned down your volume, you know?" Gareth says with genuine concern.

"Nah, man, I'm good. Maybe I need to practice a bit more?"

All three of the band turn and raise their eyebrows at Eddie in disbelief. He knew it was a stupid excuse. He practised harder than anyone. Eddie sighs in defeat.

"Just I really liked her, but it turned out all wrong...Look, It's all too weird. I wish I could explain, but I can't. " Eddie replies

"What do you mean, dude? You feel like you can't tell us something?" Paul asks

Eddie just looks awkwardly at him.

"Aw, man. That's on us. There ain't anything you couldn't tell us, Ed. We're not just friends or a band. We're brothers. That you, Eddie, collected and protected. We got you. For life." Jeff says, throwing an arm around Eddie.

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat, "Nah, man, you guys are the best friends anyone could ask for. I will tell you, I promise, but I just need a little time. I'm still working through things myself. It's a real mind fuck."

"Hey man, no pressure. Just know we're here for you when you're ready." Jeff says, patting Eddie on the back.

Eddie nods, "Yeah, totally...Drinks?" He suggests, mainly to change the subject, and they head through to the bar, Eddie buys a round of cokes, and they sit in a booth together.

"I can't believe our set was cut short for a new open mic night!" Gareth complains

"You just know it's gonna be some folk, bullshit", Paul adds.

Eddie looks around, and there certainly are a few more people. A few small groups of girls, a few extra pairs that he assumed were duos and a few ancient bearded guys with guitars.

"You know, maybe this could work for us, the open mic night drawing in a bigger crowd?" Eddie remarks with a shrug.

The bartender walks up to the mic, looking thoroughly disinterested as usual "Ok, welcome to the first open mic night at the hideout. If you can make it to the stage, the mic is yours. Just don't piss off anyone else, ok? Have at it."

The next hour is, as accurately pointed out by Paul, mostly folk music, so the guys just chat amongst themselves, trying to get campaign clues out of Eddie or generally putting the world to rights.

Then something happens that makes Eddie forget to breathe.

"Good Evening, everyone. My name is Steve Harrington," there are a few cheers and some girls yelling his name, "I won't keep you too long. I only know one song, but...er...I really wanted someone to hear it, so you're gonna have to sit through this mess too." He laughs that charming laugh, and the bar, of course, laughs along with him.

The only person not laughing is Eddie.

Eddie keeps his eyes trained on his bottle. Do not look up. He even moves a little to hide behind Paul and sit opposite Jeff.

Eddie unblinkingly stares at the tiny scratches on the table and picks at them. His mouth is tight, and his whole body has tensed up.

This was Eddie's place, one of his safe spaces, and Steve had invaded it.

"Fuuuuuck Harrington's gonna play?" Paul says in amazement.

"I didn't even know he could play guitar," Jeff says to Eddie, and in reply, Eddie just shrugs with a forced smile.

Steve clears his throat, "Ok, here we go" Eddie can hear the faint waiver of nervousness in Steve's voice.

There is a wolf whistle and a yell from some older lady at the bar, "You got this hot stuff", she slurs, raising her whiskey at him before knocking it back.

"Well, thank you very much," Steve says in a poor Elvis interpretation and laughs again.

Eddie sees a hand reach out to him from the other side of the table.

He looks up to meet Jeff's eyes and looks away, trying to get up from the table, but Jeff's hand on his arm stays him.

"Eddie?" Jeff tilts his head at Eddie, a look of concern in his eyes. Eddie wishes the ground would swallow him up, and then his eyes flit towards the stage for a second before going back to Jeff's and back to focusing on the bottle and table marks.

Eddie had made a silent confession to Jeff, he hadn't meant to, but it was done now. Jeff's head was moving between Eddie and Steve, his mouth partially open.

Eddie isn't looking at the stage right now. He can't bring himself to. His emotions were in turmoil. But, he knew that he didn't stand a chance after that glimpse, where he saw Steve's hair with a rolled-up bandana around his forehead, wearing a W.A.S.P t-shirt with L.O.V.E. Machine written on it. Steve was being so loud.

Steve walks up to the amp, scrapes the guitar strings generating some ear-splitting feedback, and strums out a familiar set of chords on an electric guitar before singing.

"Wild Thing! You make my Heart sing!

You make-a everything groovy"

"What is this guy doing?" Gareth laughs, "that's not even how it goes."

"Wild Thing, I think you move me

But I wanna know for sure.

Come and sock it to me one time.

You move me"

"Those aren't even the words", Paul laughs.

Jeff isn't watching Steve anymore. He's still staring at Eddie and says slowly, "Because it's not The Troggs version. It's the Jimi Hendrix Live at Monterey version."

Eddie can feel his chest heaving. He feels uncomfortable. On the spot. His heart is thundering in his chest like a stampede of wild mustangs. Even though logically, he knows it's only Jeff looking at him, he feels like it's the entire room.

Steve is singing for him. The minuscule non-terrified part of Eddie is snuggling this moment close to his chest and is smiling happily, but the part of Eddie that the world could see is just staring at a coke bottle like he's trying to explode it with his mind.

It's evident to Eddie's ears that Steve isn't a proficient player, but you only had to know a few chords to play this song, and the lyrics fit what Steve wanted to say.

Eddie knew there were hundreds of songs Steve could have picked, but he chose this one, and he chose this specific version because he knew Eddie would know the difference.

He wanted Eddie to know that Steve had done his homework. And for a second, a smile twitched at the corner of Eddie's mouth because though the guitar playing was clumsy, the singing was rough in all the right places and soft enough in others to lure Eddie in, just like it had in the car.

Eddie looks hesitantly between Jeff and his bottle of coke a few times, swallowing nervously, and Jeff bursts out in a huge grin and mouths, "Oh".

Eddie feels his eyes begin to tear up. He had no idea what would happen next. Would they kick him out of the band, never speak to him again, tell everyone about his secret, or worse, hurt Steve?

Jeff taps his hand on Eddie's arm to get his attention. He puts up four fingers and then makes an L-shape, mouthing, "for life".

Eddie feels a tear tumble out as he looks back at Jeff and gasps a breath of relief, and Jeff hands him a bandana quickly. Eddie pretends he is blowing his nose to mop up the rest. At least one of them might be ok with it.

"You know what, I think he's doin' a damn good job...Sounds a bit lonely up there, though, don't ya think?" Jeff asks the table.

"It would probably sound better with some backing, sure," Paul says with a laugh. "Wait, are you suggesting...but what about Eddie?"

They all turn to look at him, but Jeff answers for him, "Eddie needs a little time out, I think."

Eddie watches as his three bandmates approach the stage, and a very animated Robin appears from out of nowhere and tries to stop them from getting at Steve onto the stage. Jeff whispers something to her, and she lets them pass.

For the first time, properly, Eddie dares look at the stage. Steve does not stop playing, but Eddie can tell he's scared. The way his body tenses and the strums on the guitar are harder, even though he could probably take all three of them out in one go.

Robin runs over to the table, "Eddie! Eddie! Please listen" She looks around hurriedly and grabs Eddie's face in her hands, "Look at me. I have never dated him or anything else. Platonic with a capital P! He was hiding, he was, but it was because he's not the brightest and does crazy stuff like run into rooms with weapons because he's worried someone he cares about might be hurt or-or drives a car into another one to save his friend, or charges into a Russian dude and knocks him out with a telephone, or learns a song in a week and plays it in front of everyone, just so one person could hear him, say something quiet, loudly."

Robin turns Eddie's face to the stage, "All I'm saying is if you like this song, Eddie. He'll play it for you anytime you want. Do you understand what I mean?"

Eddie looks up at the stage and with Robin right next to him. Steve can safely point over to them.

"Wild thing, I think I love you,

But I wanna know for sure"

Eddie looks back to Robin, searching her eyes. "I have to get some fresh air," he says, gently removing her hands and brushing past her and the newly formed crowd to get outside.

#eddie munson #eddiemunson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steveharrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #Steddie #steve harrington fanfic #steddie fanfic #corrodedcoffin #corroded coffin #gareth stranger things #jeff stranger things #freak stranger things #madaboutmunson #madaboutmunsondrivein #the drive-in

[rockstar-pornograffitti]

Why does love have to change

Jack Blades x OC

Chapter One

Summary: Ren is the bassist of the successful Swedish Rock band Savage Seducion. She had it all, the great band and the fairytale romance with her guitarist and frontman Gunnar. That was until they broke up. Now Ren must navigate playing with her Ex as they tour America with Night Ranger. Along with new feelings for Night Rangers bassist Jack Blades.

A/N: yes I reused a band from another fic I abounded in order to write this one. Also, comments are welcomed and encouraged! Hope you enjoy!

Ren’s POV

I'm trying not to think about tomorrow. When I have to face my ex for the first time since we broke up a few months ago. He was the boy next door. I have known him my whole life, our parents were best friends and so we became friends. I started playing bass and he started playing guitar. We fell in love, or whatever love is to kids. We were thirteen. Then we decided at sixteen nothing was ever going to break us up so we might as well start a band together.

That was our first mistake. When you are sixteen we genuinely believe nothing is going to break up you and your boyfriend. You’re delusional and life hasn't kicked you down enough yet. We made it past school and our band grew. We got a record deal and still stuck together. We were 18 at this point. We'd been together all our teenage life and it was starting to break down. I had these feelings I needed to run. I needed to explore I needed to try something else. The love I once felt wasn't really romantic anymore. Yet I didn't want to fuck up our band. We had a massive following back in Sweden off our first album.

We were making it. I was living my dream of being a rockstar. So I kept hanging on to the relationship despite knowing I didn't love him anymore. I kept fighting it.

I mean he was the only love ever knew. What is wrong with me? My whole family wanted us together wanted us to get married wanted him to be my great love story. After all, it was looking like one of those stories you read about where the boy and girl next door live happily ever after. So I kept fighting it.

We made a decision to keep us being a couple as on the down low as possible. We didn't want that to be the identity of our band. Which looking back now should have been a sign.

Time went on, till last year. When I realized how unhappy I truly was. It all started when my mother started up her whole “why are you and Gunnar married” thing again. We're only 23 granted we have been together ten years. I realized how unnatural it was I really didn't want to marry him. I had no desire to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't want to be his wife. I didn't see a future with us together. I wanted to run. I wanted to be free. How I was just holding on to this relationship to hold on to my band and make everyone around me happy. I didn't really love him anymore. I had to get out.

I remember thinking I'd have to start a new band. I can do that though. I can start over. I thought I'd shatter his heart. I thought he'd hate me and I was prepared for that.

I was shocked when It turned out he felt the exact same as me. We both knew this wasn't our forever love like we once thought and we had to cut ourselves free. We both knew it was what was best. So that's what we did. We decided since it was mutual and we really have no hate for one another to keep the band going. Why ruin a good thing?

So here I am months later. In San Francisco. Where our tour is going to start tomorrow with Night Ranger. They happen to be a band I really love. So I'm excited to your with them. I know it's going to be awkward but I also know I can work past it. I just need to focus on our music.

After all this the tour in support of our new album. The one we finished just before breaking up. It's really taken off here in America and I'm very proud of it. We've gone gold already and it's only been out a week! I'm excited to play the new stuff.

I decided to come a few days early so I could enjoy San Francisco a bit and relax before the awkwardness that was bound to happen. Right now I'm sitting in a nice convertible in an almost empty parking. I'm looking at the map to plan out my route to my next destination. I'm drinking some American soda, and just knowing the music and the nice weather.

Then I pop in my “Dawn Patrol” cassette into the cars cassette player. When I say I'm a fan of night ranger I mean it. I crank the radio and start singing along. Ex-boyfriends are tomorrow's problem.

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Jack’s POV

I stop dead for a second when I suddenly hear my own music fill the air. Someone somewhere is blasting “Don't Tell Me You Love Me”. I look around looking for the source. It has to be nearby I can hear it very clearly. I look head into the parking lot and notice a woman sitting in a red convertible. She's got long black hair cut in what I call I rock n roll style. She's wearing sunglasses and she's the one blasting my music. It always makes me happy to see people enjoying my music. Especially when it’s pretty women.

In her lap, I notice she's studying a map. There is a good chance she's lost. I should go see if she needs help.

I walk over to her car and smile as I reach the driver's side. She notices me and turns down her radio down.

“If I’m not allowed to park her I can move.” She says, probably because the parking lot is empty. She has a thick accent of some kind. I’d say it’s European. Though I can’t place the exact country.

She’s dressed very rock. With tight black ripped jeans,cowboy boots and a crop top of the Swedish Band “Savage Seduction”. The band were actually starting a tour with next week. Interesting. Maybe she’s here for the concert? She seems to be fans of both bands.

“No, I actually came over to ask if you’re lost.” I tell her, pointing to the map on her lap. Also in her car is a pack of cigarettes, her purse, and a few cassettes. One of cassettes is actually our Album midnight Madness, and I can see the case for Dawn Patrol as well. The one she’s currently got on her cassette player.

It’s kind of funny she appears to be such a big fan yet hasn’t recognized me. Especially when I’m sitting on the cassette player box right next her. I don’t blame her though. I probably look much different without the spandex.

“Oh! No I’m just planing my route.” She laughs, “but thank you.”

“No big deal.” I tell her,then I point to the tape in the player.

“Great band aren’t they?”

“Night Ranger?” She asks, “yes the best.”

“Are you going to the show tomorrow?” I ask her, curious.

“You could say that yes.” She laughs, “Are you a fan?”

“You could say I am yes.” I tell her. I don’t like being full of myself and going ‘I’m Jack Blades the bassist and singer of the band’. It’s okay not everyone needs to know who I am. I also don’t want to come off as full of myself. Especially not to someone as pretty as she is, that’s the last thing I’d want her thinking of me.

“Well I really should get going.” She tells me with a smile.

“It was nice meeting you.” I tell her and I mean that I’m hoping I can see her tomorrow so I can give her a backstage pass.

“I was nice meeting you too.” She smiles as she drives off. Well shes someone I’m not going to forget for a while.

#the bitchs fics #the bitchs writing #jack blades fanfiction

[alchemistc]

Steve doesn't get so much as a greeting as he opens the door on a shivering Eddie Munson - Eddie shoulders past Steve, down the cramped hallway. Steve slams the apartment door closed against the freezing wind, tailing Eddie's wet footprints as Eddie greets Robin with a stuttering series of clicks - she doesn't look up from the papers spread across the coffee table, but nods like she understood a word of it and isn't surprised that he's here, and Eddie traipses straight past and down the hall, slinking through Steve's bedroom door.

Steve hasn't seen Eddie in a year and a half. Hasn't spoken to him in six months, not since -

"What," Steve says, and Robin glances up at him, pen hanging out of her mouth, a battle Steve gave up on long before Dustin started mimicking the same fucking pattern Robin liked to tap out with a Bic against her front teeth. Her face goes through a series of expressions before settling on understanding. It's a sad, quiet little look and Steve-

"No. Uhuh, no, don't do -."

"Steve," Robin says in that quiet soft voice that's reserved for their infrequent genuine conversations, and look, it's not - Steve's not -

Nothing ever happened, is the thing. Six years post-Vecna and the closest he'd gotten past his bi-panic was brushing a curl off a sleeping, sick Eddie's clammy forehead, and sure, he'd definitely thought maybe Eddie returned some of those heart-squeezing, nauseating feelings that stirred in Steve's chest every time he was in the same room as Steve, and sure, he'd definitely treated Eddie leaving like a nasty breakup, sleeping his way through half the queer population of Indy in the eight months before he and Robin moved to Chicago, but -

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But nothing ever happened, and Steve was pretty sure he was over it, really, except six months after Steve picked a fight with Eddie over the phone because he was so goddamn tired of being sad all the time, Steve can hear Eddie Munson rifling through Steve's closet, muttering under his breath, and Robin is looking at him like she's fully aware Eddie Munson wasn't something Steve could just Get Over.

Would have been nice if she'd let him in on that fact.

"Do you want me to-?"

Yes, he thinks, but he shakes his head and unfurls his fist and follows the path to his room, finds Eddie digging through the top drawer of his wardrobe, a thermal already thrown over his shoulder and a pair of Steve's sweatpants held by his teeth as he rummages through Steve's underwear.

"Eddie, what the hell?"

Eddie startles, like he might have forgotten Steve was even there, which -

"Are you fucking high?"

"M'ot I, Fevem," Eddie says, and the hand already holding the lone pair of boxers Steve owns reaches up and snatches the sweats up, out of Eddie's mouth. "Just fucking freezing "

And - it's a legitimate question, a fair one, considering the cocktail he'd been on the time Dustin went to visit Eddie when the band had a show in Oregon and Dustin had called Steve to snitch.

"What the hell are you doing here, Eddie?"

Eddie's gaze cuts to Steve, and then away. But Steve sees it - the flash of hurt, the realization that he might not actually be welcome here. Which -

Eddie will always be welcome, is the thing, whether he's strung out or high in life or can barely speak because the nightmares have been bad again, but. But Steve hadn't even known he was in town.

"I'm -." Eddie says, and then shakes his head, clears his throat, turns away from Steve and starts shucking his jacket off (leather, no insulation, of course he's goddamn freezing), then reaches for the edge of a thin tee-shirt (wind chill projected at negative forty-five for a low, said the weatherman this morning while Steve poured his coffee) and whips that over his head too before Steve can formulate a single coherent thought.

If he were a better man, he'd turn away, give Eddie some privacy, but he's not a good man, and the tattoo spanning the length of Eddie's spine is new and inky black against the pale skin of his back. He looks thinner than Steve remembers him last. The scars are stark on his sides against the pale light drifting in from the window.

Steve listens to the sounds of fumbling fingers against a belt clasp, hears Eddie swear under his breath, and is halfway across the space between them before he can think about moving his feet. Eddie hears him, spins with wide eyes, and Steve doesn't bother to respond to the question in his eyes, just bats Eddie's hands away and goes to work unbuckling the belt, popping the top button of the worn ripped jeans (they're wet, why are they fucking wet, it's too fucking cold for his jeans to have gotten wet in the snow unless he'd rolled himself into a drift and then wandered long enough for his body heat to melt the snow).

Eddie swallows, and because his hands are shaking and he's not wearing fucking gloves and Steve can see the tips of fingers purpling, Steve tries not to think too hard about it when he kneels and pulls at the waist of the jeans, the boxers too because it's a waste of fucking time to be weird about it and Eddie is still shivering - only realizes his mistake when he carefully drops his eyes to the floor and realizes Eddie hadn't taken his shoes off, yet.

His fingers curl around Eddie's bare ankle, just above the pool of jeans and underwear and Eddie makes a noise, a high strained whine that Steve doesn't have time to think about because Eddie's skin feels clammy and a full-bodied shiver wrack his frame.

"Jesus, just -." Steve says and turns, manages to snag the blanket off the end of his bed without incident, swings back and wraps the blanket around Eddie's shoulders. Eddie's fingers curl over the edges and hold it tight across his chest. "Sit down," Steve tells him, and Eddie swallows, shuffles the two and a half feet to the bed, plops his ass down and stares at Steve.

Steve drops his gaze, kneels again to start working on the soaked tangle of Eddie's shoelaces, and his fingers aren't frozen but they are trembling, a bit, so it takes longer than it should, long enough for the silence in the room to become unbearable, long enough for Steve's brain to catch up on everything that's just happened.

"Eddie, what's going on?"

"Do you have anything to drink?" Eddie asks, and Steve sort of wants to punch a hole in the wall.

"Fuck you, Eddie," he says, and Eddie sighs.

"I wasn't going to come, just -."

And, yep, that stings, catches him right in the chest like a boot straight to his heart. They'd said things, on that phone call. Things he regrets, things that were true and untrue and -

"What's that?" Eddie asks, his gaze fixed on the hat box laid out on Steve's desk across the room, which of course, of fucking course, is open because he's a maudlin fucking fool and he'd been thinking about Eddie earlier tonight, had spent a good twenty minutes holding the threadbare Metallica tee up to his nose like any trace of Eddie might still linger on it.

Steve ignores the question. Finishes unlacing the first shoe and moves on to the second, annoyed and endeared in measures by the way Eddie immediately starts shaking the leg Steve just finished with.

"I can call a cab," Eddie tells him, and Steve scoffs, rolls his eyes up to meet Eddie's.

"Shut up, Eddie." Eddie's shoulders ease from their position hiked up around his ears. The light coming in through the window falls in silvery lines over Eddie's hair.

---

Once he's got both of Eddie's shoes off he bounds to his feet and walks out of his room without a word. Rounds the corner and blows out a breath and tries not to worry too much that Robin is right there across the room, watching him.

"Is...?" But it's not like she has any more context than he does, so the question fizzles out and she sighs.

"I'm gonna make tea. You want tea?"

Robin nods, concern etched into her face, and Steve loves her, he does, she's the most important person in the entire world and he loves her but he can't.

The kettle boils and the tea stews and Robin's papers shuffle in the living room and Steve can hear his own screams echoing inside his mind.

---

It went like this:

Two years ago Steve paused midway through laughing at some dumb joke Eddie had just made and realized. It wasn't some big grand thing - just Eddie and Steve and Robin curled around a coffee table, cards left discarded and a handle of cheap whiskey half emptied between them, Eddie's hands still in the air as he finished up a gesture and Robin snorting with laughter so hard Pepsi flew out her nose, which just set them all off harder, and Steve's knee flopping against Eddie's thigh suddenly burned with the knowledge.

Easy, simple - Steve loved Eddie and not at all in the way Steve loved Robin and it should have been as easy as that, easy as anything - in the moment he could have curled a hand around Eddie's jaw and pressed a kiss to his chin (they were fucking drunk, his aim definitely would have been off) only he'd figured he had time, and later that night Eddie curled the bottle cap of a Heineken into Steve's hand and blinked at him when Steve pocketed the thing like a prized gift and tucked Eddie more firmly into the blanket draped across him on the couch, and Steve stumbled off to his own room because he had time, and -

---

Eddie's dressed when Steve shoulders his door open again, blanket draped across his shoulders, legs rucked up against his chest, sitting at Steve's desk and picking through the contents of the hatbox Robin has given him the first time he'd resolved himself to getting the fuck over it.

The bottle cap, Steve knows, had been buried deep in the box, so -

So there's that.

Steve places a steaming mug in front of Eddie and surveys the damage - the Metallica shirt is draped over Eddie's knees, and the rocks have all been lined up in a neat little row on top of Eddie's copy of Good Omens (Steve's read it through maybe four times and he still doesn't really get it but he thinks maybe that's sort of why he likes it) and the pig ring backed with tape is rucked over the knuckle of Eddies middle finger. Nothing in there is worth a damn, most of it is incomprehensible shit that anyone else would consider garbage, but back when Eddie was a new addition to the group and Steve was sure that meant something, he'd always saved all the random crap Eddie tucked into Steve's hands with wide grinning eyes.

In the light from the lamp over the desk, Steve can finally see that Eddie's got a cut on his lip, a bruise forming on his neck, a lump on his forehead like maybe he'd - what, headbutted someone?

"I didn't even want you to know I was here," Eddie tells him, and flips the bottle cap between his fingers like a coin, like the start of one of those stupid magic tricks that always ended with Eddie pulling some random crap from behind Steve's ear and Steve rolling his eyes and shoving halfheartedly at Eddie's shoulder. "We had - there was a show, and - there was a guy, so -."

There's that kick again, and Steve's never been around horses before but he thinks that might feel more like a horse hoof to the chest than just a human with a steel toed boot.

"He do that to you?" Steve asks, with a nod at the hand shaped bruise around Eddie's neck.

Eddie blinks, swallows, presses his chin to his knees. "Think he tried to roofie me," Eddie tells Steve, and Steve feels that old stirring, that protectiveness, is halfway to plotting some sort of recon mission to track this guy down and lose a fight in spectacular fashion to him in defense of Eddie's honor. "Only I'm sober, and I didn't drink it, and he didn't -."

"You're sober?" Steve asks, nonsensically, because he hadn't even been around for most of the worst parts. And then, "Did he -?"

"No," Eddie says, and a tight knit unfurls in Steve's chest because besides the emotional damage if the guy had, there was always a chance for something even worse, if - if.

Steve sort of went dry on sex after the last time he'd been tested, and maybe it was because he'd been tired of all the meaningless shit or maybe it was because the condom had ripped and he'd been so goddamn fucking scared or maybe it was just because Steve had said those things to Eddie on the phone and then hadn't heard from Eddie again and he was pretty sure he'd never find anyone he loved the way he loved Eddie and it'd all seemed pretty pointless once he realized how firmly he'd shut that door.

Except Eddie is here, wearing Steve's clothes, digging through Steve's Eddie box, curled up in Steve's softest blanket, looking beautiful in the warm lamplight, and he hadn't meant to be here at all but he is.

"Why'd you keep all this crap?" Eddie asks, and Steve scoots across the edge of his desk, presses his thigh to Eddie's knee, hopes it eases some of the cold.

"Because you gave it to me, idiot."

"Oh," Eddie says, and the hand hidden under the blanket darts out to curl around Steve's wrist. His hands are freezing.

---

It goes like this:

Eddie is sober, and Steve is tired, and one night over the phone, after another show in another city, Eddie tells Steve he loves him, moves on without pause to a story about the girl who'd thrown a lacy thong that landed on Gareth's cymbal and Gareth had nearly stopped the show because instead of being amused he was fucking livid because it nearly messed up the song. It's an unremarkable moment, an unremarkable night, an unremarkable story, and Steve is drinking a Snapple in bed while Eddie talks.

Two weeks later Eddie scrambles into the apartment, kicks his duffle under Steve's bed, and folds Steve's fingers around the pressed coin he'd found on the street on his walk from the bus station, and Steve presses up from his desk to kiss Eddie.

It goes like this:

They still argue and fight, and over the span of six months they give as many apologies as Eddie gives Steve random cool shit he finds, and the apologies rest in their bones but the rocks and trinkets go in the box once Steve's displayed them on his bedside table long enough to memorize the shape of them, and the look in Eddie's eyes each time he passed them off.

It goes like this:

Steve loves hard, Steve loves in an overbearing way, but Eddie doesn't mind, Eddie basks in it, actually, because he loves attention and he loves being cared for and he loves Steve, like, an embarrassing amount.

It goes like this:

Eddie tumbles into their home decades later - his bounce is less exuberant than it used to be but his smile still crinkles at the corners of his eyes and when he holds out his hand for Steve to take whatever it is he's found, and Steve indulges it, let's it plop into his fist without looking so he can snag Eddie's belt loop and drag him in for a kiss only Eddie squawks and dances away and refuses to touch him until Steve unfurls his fist and stares down at the gold band in his hand.

"Did you find this in a gutter?" Steve asks, just to be contrary, and Eddie kicks his shin and then twirls him under his arm when Steve slips it on his finger, holds his left hand up and presses their palms together so that Steve can feel the skin-warmth of the silver band Eddie's wearing on his own ring finger. "And they say romance is dead."

#steddie fic #idk why this was so angsty i didn't actually i tend for it to be until i started writing #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie pebbling steve #steve keeping every rock coin and shiny bauble because hes a hopeless fucking romantic #once again a stupid drabble turned into full on fic

[because-its-eurovision]

Congrats on 10 000 posts! 🎊 To celebrate, I have a question for you (sorry if you've already answered this): I was just wondering earlier today (while reading the Viisukuppila bulletin board out of boredom), based on the "clues" we have been given of next year's UMK contestants so far, do you happen to have any theories, hopes or sophisticated guesses on who might be participating? 👀

Thank you darling! ❤ My weak spot is that I don't really follow Finnish music scene and only have a vague idea which artists are popular 😅 But let's see what others have to say!

1. A talented artist’s first 90s-style dance song

The Finnish clue specifies that this is the debute song of the artist in question. Reminds me of Keira last year (success in The Voice of Finland and now releasing their first single). Timmy Tattari reached 3rd place in this year's TVoF and has a record deal with Capitol Finland (same as Keira) but hasn't released anything yet. He follows UMK, Cornelia Jakobs and Monika Linkyté on IG but that doesn't prove anything other that he watches Esc. Another candidate is Olga Heikkala, a singer and an actress who announced this month that she's leaving the soap opera Salatut Elämät after five years. No apparent UMK connections or label afaik, but is friends with KUUMAA boys and has performed on their music video.

2. A power song by a true vocal talent

Finnish fans are speculating about Diandra every year, but I have my doubts. Someone suggested Neea River, who rose to Tiktok fame covering Celine Dion. She is Warner’s artist, co-wrote a song for Blanka (Poland 2023), is friends with Benjamin and IG mutuals with Käärijä & Jesse.

3. Perhaps the best song of an indie favourite’s career

Stoned Statues just released their second album. Music magazine Soundi called them “the most promising young rock band of the moment” and Helsingin Sanomat “the new hope of Finnish heavy metal”. They had three Emma nominations and were awarded “upcoming artist of the year” in Indie Awards 2023. I also saw suggestions for Maustetytöt, but are they still considered indie?

4. Two big name performers doing a surprising duo with a serious refrain

The Finnish version of this hint suggests the refrain being “hard”, meaning catchy. Now we only have to find out which artists are considered “big names” 🙃 Abreu & Pihlaja did release a single together in August, although it must be mentioned that Abreu has previously stated that she’s not interested in Eurovision (although people can change their mind like Robin did). Fans are suggesting Sexmane, Isac Elliot and Costee to be the other half of the duo. I just hope we’re not getting the senior department who have no actual chance or desire to compete in Eurovision, like Danny/Tommi Läntinen 💀 Perhaps this is another Pandora & Teflon Brothers situation.

5. A thunderous rock anthem by a world-touring band

I saw rumours considering The 69 Eyes, but-- god please no. Their heydays are over. My own suggestion was Lost Society who could be the Blind Channel of this year. Shiraz Lane is also a possibility and they are from Ranka Kustannus as BC and Cyan Kicks were.

6. A seriously intense song from one of the most listened-to artists in Finland

The streets (X/Twitter) are saying that BESS is back and I wouldn’t mind it at all! Other suggestions are Gettomasa & Sexmane, the latter of which already had his brother Isaac Sene competing in UMK 2022. “Intense” can mean anything though. One possibility could be Bee who just released her first album and was selected as “breakthrough of the year” by YleX. Jodel rumours suggested Evelina, but I have no idea how reliable that is.

7. A hard-hitting club banger by a well-known artist making a comeback

Jenni Vartiainen just returned from a five-year hiatus, moved back to Finland and published a new single. I doubt she’d participate in UMK as a contestant though since she is one of the most successful Finnish female artists of all time and could easily sell out an arena. Perhaps she’ll be the host this year and in return gets to perform the interval number like Antti Tuisku, Paula Vesala & Samu Haber? I'm leaning more towards Tuuli, who was kind of a teen pop star and is now making a comeback with new label and new style of music. One of the nominees for YleX's breakthrough of the year, released her newest album in August.

Bubbling under: At Tapiola Festivaali Käärijä asked the audience how many of us voted for him in UMK, and said “the rest of you voted for Kuumaa and Portion Boys, right?? next year you’ll get Arttu Wiskari and that’s exactly what you deserve” 😌

#I used hours for this research and it was super fun! #asks #umk #uuden musiikin kilpailu #2024