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jillianallen14 · 2 years ago

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Dear Baby Bats - Goth Band Recommendations

As a middle sibling goth (I’ve been in the subculture for 10 years now, so not a baby bat but not an elder goth either), let me turn you on to some bands because we do not gatekeep in this house!! Also, if you want consistently good lesser-known & brand new goth band recs, go follow Awfully Sinister on TikTok and Instagram. He’s a DJ & has great recs. I've found so much music through him because it's really hard to keep up with all the new bands cropping up every year. You want to avoid the goth subreddit because they are extremely gatekeeper-y and argue over labels constantly. It’ll just confuse you, and they are not nice over there.

If you’re very new to the subculture, and you haven’t yet listened to all of Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Cure, Sisters of Mercy, Christian Death, Cocteau Twins, Clan of Xymox, Joy Division, and Depeche Mode, go do so now. You'll want to know which of them you really enjoy the most because it will help you know which sub-subgenre(s) of goth you want to watch out for, and it'll tell you what to look for to find it. For example, Sisters of Mercy is the gothic rock subgenre, Christian Death is deathrock, Cocteau Twins is ethereal wave, Clan of Xymox is like the original darkwave, Joy Division is classic post-punk, etc. I haven’t included industrial, despite its proximity to the goth subculture, just because I actually don’t really know that many industrial bands beyond Skippy Puppy, Ministry, and Throbbing Gristle. Some other goth/goth-adjacent staple bands (that are very popular and very influential) that you should listen to if you haven’t already are The Damned, Killing Joke, The Cult, and Adam and the Ants/Adam Ant). I didn't know where to put She Wants Revenge or London After Midnight either, but they're also great.

I’ve bolded some of my absolute must-listen to goth bands, and I've put monthly Spotify listeners for each band so you know which ones deserve WAY more love. And in my pre-list ramblings for each OG band, I've given you some key terms to look up so you can more easily find music that's similar to what you enjoy. Okay, here we go:

If you like Bauhaus:

Bauhaus is a hard one because honestly, nobody really sounds like them, and they aren't really that closely associated with a specific sub-subgenre of goth. They were post-punk, they were art rock, they were experimental, they were sometimes very punk and at other times very gothic rock. They liked to call themselves “dark glam rock” (all four members are massive Bowie, T-Rex, and Iggy Pop fans), but you’re gonna have a hard time finding bands that sound like them if you look that term up. They probably have one of the most unique sounds of all-time. They’re my favorite band (I even have a tattoo for them, like I am devoted lol), but even I have a difficult time finding other bands that scratch their particular itch for me. These bands I’ve listed are as close as you’re gonna get to Bauhaus’ general vibe imo.

Virgin Prunes (80’s band that is technically deathrock but has the same absolutely unhinged, danceable sound that Bauhaus has, so they’re going here; one of my favorites; no one else does it like them and no one else ever will; I would actually give my left foot to see them live); 13.2k monthly listeners (this is actually physically painful to me, how is it this low!!! don't walk, RUN to go listen to them)

Alien Sex Fiend (80’s classic unhinged goth); 77k monthly listeners

Sextile (modern band that has some very Bauhaus-sounding guitar work at times but with heavy industrial influences); 147k listeners

The Danse Society (80’s unhinged goth; has similar experimental vibes to Bauhaus imo; one of my fave goth groups); 36k listeners

Sex Beat (80’s); not even really on Spotify

Ritual Howls (modern band; I don’t know why it gives Bauhaus, but it does; one of the few modern bands that scratches that particular itch for me); 45k listeners

The Agnes Circle (modern band; one of my favorites; they have the right Bauhaus-like atmosphere for me); 52k listeners

Traitrs (I can’t explain why they remind me of Bauhaus, but they do; another one of my fave modern bands; they make me want to start levitating and doing the Ian Curtis dance in the same way Bauhaus does lol); 239k listeners

Paralisis Permanente (underrated 80’s; they have a lot in common with Bauhaus’s sound actually, def give them a try!); 54k monthly listeners

The Birthday Party (80s band, totally unhinged; they’re less dark and atmospheric than Bauhaus, but if you take one listen to their album Junkyard, you’ll know exactly why I put them under this category haha; Nick Cave is the vocalist, which is amazing); 54k listeners

Tones on Tail (80s; Daniel Ash & Kevin Haskins of Bauhaus formed this group; I’d put Love and Rockets as well, which is all of Bauhaus’s members except Peter Murphy, but Love and Rockets weirdly bears little resemblance to Bauhaus’s music; but if you just generally want more of Bauhaus members' work, Love and Rockets is great, too); 81k listeners

Dalis Car (80s; collaboration between Peter Murphy and Japan's bassist; their music is extremely weird, so only listen if you really love the batshit insane Bauhaus songs or if you really live and breathe Peter Murphy like I do lol; their description on Spotify is so fucking funny); 7k listeners

I'd also recommend listening to Daniel Ash, David J, and Peter Murphy's solo work. They're all great!! Peter also did some amazing collaborations with Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails); the version of Reptile that they did together is better than Nine Inch Nail's original version imo, and you can find that entire session on Youtube!

If you like Siouxsie and the Banshees:

Siouxsie is another one that's hard to pin down sound-wise because again, they don't really fit into one specific sub-subgenre, so all of these recs are just goth bands with female vocalists who have the same kind of powerful vocals that Siouxsie does.

Second Still (modern band, one of my faves; singer sounds a lot like Siouxsie to me at times); 69k listeners

Skeletal Family (80’s band; has the same “women in punk” vibes that Siouxsie has); 55k listeners

Xmal Deutschland (80’s band; has the same powerful vocals that Siouxsie has; makes you wanna go stupid go crazy the way the Banshees do); 73k listeners

Secret Shame (modern band w/ woman singer; has the same rage that Siouxsie songs have to me, especially early Siouxsie); 6k listeners (let's get those numbers up, folks!!!)

Rosegarden Funeral Party (modern band w/ a woman vocalist); 57k listeners

Mephisto Walz (90s & 2000s; sounds so much like the Banshees at times); 56k listeners

The Creatures (80s; a Siouxsie Sioux & Budgie side project); 34k listeners

Madhouse (listen to Repulsion! 80s group that’s technically deathrock, but I put them under this category because the singer has Siouxsie-like qualities); not really on Spotify

Strange Boutique (90s; vocalist is Monica Richards of Faith and the Muse & Madhouse; this is probably my favorite project of hers); 112k listeners

If you like Depeche Mode:

For Depeche Mode enjoyers (which DM is kind of on the fringes of what’s considered “goth,” but they’re so entrenched in the subculture that I included them anyway), you’re gonna want to delve into goth playlists and modern goth that leans towards synthpop/synthwave. So those are the kinds of playlists you’ll want to search up for similar sounds to DM.

Nuovo Testamento (modern band; combines post-punk and pop elements in a way that’s very similar to Depeche Mode; lots of fun live, and they have a good sound); 25k listeners

Boy Harsher (modern band; relies heavily on synth; feels like it should be playing at every goth club); 558k listeners

ULTRA SUNN (modern band; singer sounds like Dave Gahan); 217k listeners (they just blew up on tiktok recently, which explains why this just skyrocketed since the last time I was on their Spotify page lol; good for them, good for them, they deserve it)

Ministry's first album (called With Sympathy), which was synthwave/synthpop before they went industrial (this is one of my all-time favorite albums)

French Police (modern band); 252k listeners

Closed Tear (modern band); 152k listeners

Night Sins (modern band); 33k listeners

Panic Priest (modern band; vocals sound decently similar to Dave Gahan & there is a lot of reliance on synth; In All Severity is a gorgeous song); 5k listeners

Fad Gadget (underrated 80’s; I just feel like if you like DM, you’re also gonna like Fad Gadget); 58k listeners

Martin Dupont (underrated 80s cold wave/synth pop; Inside Out is one of my favorite 80s songs); 26k listeners

If you like The Cure:

You'll be hard-pressed to find a goth band that wasn't influenced by The Cure, so I really can't give you any key terms for what to look up lol. They also changed their sound so frequently that it entirely depends on what era of The Cure's music you're looking to find similar music for.

Vision Video (modern band; combines post-punk and pop elements like The Cure does; one of my fave modern goth bands; they are INCREDIBLE live); 52k listeners (I'm gonna need y'all to get a song or two of theirs to blow up on tiktok expeditiously lol)

Urban Heat (modern band; great live); 36k listeners

The Chameleons (80’s band; very underrated; they are also very good live); 167k listeners

House of Harm (modern band, very new; also very good live; has pop elements); 44k listeners

Deceits (modern band, another very new one); 28k listeners (it's crazy how much this number has grown the past two months because it was in the single thousands not that long ago; everyone say thank you, tiktok)

Drab Majesty (modern band; their instrumentals remind me of The Cure); 172k listeners

Double Echo (modern band, one of my faves; their instrumentals also remind me of The Cure); 15k listeners (let's get these numbers up!!!)

The Bolshoi (underrated 80’s band that combines new wave and goth elements in a similar way to The Cure); 114k listeners

The Essence (underrated 80s band that sounds so much like The Cure it’s actually insane, but they’ve got their own sound too; they’re like a perfect blend of all of The Cure’s different sounds); 25k monthly listeners

The Glove (80s; a Robert Smith side project with Steven Severin from Siouxsie and the Banshees); 25k listeners

Crimson Ivy (80s band; singer sounds so a lot like a more yelly version of Robert Smith sometimes); not on Spotify

Miss Teen America (brand new band from NYC! They only have one single out right now, and it’s well worth listening to); 940 monthly listeners (y’all know what to do!!! Let’s get those numbers up, up, up!) link to their single: https://open.spotify.com/album/4nvdZeUVLLrMv3tEziCqm7?si=2WVS7-eYQLGR7Id3wLiKhg

If you like Clan of Xymox:

Most of these bands will be modern ones because Clan of Xymox was honestly way ahead of their time. (They are also amazing live, so go see them before they eventually call it quits!) For playlists that are full of their vibe, you’re gonna want to look up “darkwave” playlists. Clan of Xymox pioneered darkwave, so any darkwave band you listen to is gonna be influenced by their sound in some way or another.

Harsh Symmetry (modern, very new; very heavily relies on synth); 29k listeners

Ssleeping Desiress (modern band; instrumentals similar to Xymox); 55k listeners

Twin Tribes (probably my favorite modern goth band; they are fucking incredible and so good live!); 276k listeners

ACTORS (modern band; heavily relies on synth); 86k listeners

Mareux (modern; heavily relies on synth); 4.8 million listeners (this is wild!!!! everyone say thank you, tiktok)

Sixth June (modern); 23k listeners

Plastique Noir (modern); 40k listeners

Rendez Vous (modern); 160k listeners

Minuit Machine (modern); 97k listeners

The Frozen Autumn (90s & 2000s); 31k listeners

If you like Christian Death:

All of these recs will be deathrock recs or goth bands that heavily leaned on punk sounds. So if CD is the OG goth band you’re most fond of, you’re gonna want to delve into deathrock playlists for similar sounds.

Asylum Party (80’s band); not on spotify

45 Grave (80’s band); 47k listeners

Voodoo Church (80’s band; probably my favorite out of this bunch; I actually like them more than Christian Death); 7k listeners (let's get these numbers up immediately!!!!)

Ausgang (80’s band); 2k listeners (WHAT; they deserve so much more, damn)

Corpus Delicti (90’s band; they are very good; they sound the least like Christian Death on this list imo); 26k listeners

13th Chime (80’s band; very underrated); 6k listeners

UK Decay (you know, I actually don’t know what era they’re from; unhinged sound); 1k listeners (omg)

Super Heroines (underrated 80’s band; Eva O formed it); 2k listeners (you see what I meant about underrated?)

Specimen (80s band; this one could have just as easily gone under Bauhaus tbh, but the vocals are generally higher pitched than Peter Murphy’s, so I put them under this category); 102k listeners

Sex Gang Children (80’s band; just so unhinged & I love them for it); 27k listeners

Suspiria (90s, I think? I don’t actually know); barely on Spotify but 27k listeners

Theatre of Hate (80s); 7k listeners

Bloody Dead and Sexy (2000s, I think); 44k listeners

Mescaline Babies (2000s); 3k listeners

Acid Bats (2000s; Mexican band with Spanish lyrics); 2k listeners

Altar de Fey (80s band; formed in San Francisco!!); 23k listeners

Twisted Nerve (80s band; classified as “gothic punk,” so I felt this was the best category for them; they’re great; their sound also reminds me of early Siouxsie and the Banshees and Killing Joke); 2.5k listeners

Play Dead (80s); 8k listeners

Limbo (underrated 80s; if you like Bauhaus & Virgin Prunes as well, you’re gonna like this band); 413 listeners

If you like Cocteau Twins:

Cocteau Twins’ early sound is usually categorized as “ethereal wave” goth, so those are the playlists you’ll want to look up if you enjoy their early sound. If you like their later sound, you’re gonna want to lean more towards shoegaze for similar vibes. Admittedly, ethereal wave is one of the goth subgenres that I know the least about, so I’m not gonna be much help here.

Dead Can Dance (80’s band; NO one, and I mean NO ONE, was doing it like Dead Can Dance; so fun to dance to in the goth club); 332k listeners

Lycia (90’s band; their music is very transcendent); 20k listeners

Linea Aspera (modern band; gorgeous woman vocals; honestly, their music is just very beautiful); 67k listeners

This Mortal Coil (formed in the 80s; some songs feature Elizabeth Fraser & Robin Guthrie from Cocteau Twins, but even the ones that don’t still have an ethereal vibe similar to CT; Sixteen Days/Gathering Dust is just like the best song ever); 310k listeners

Autumn's Grey Solace (2000s); 62k listeners

Faith and the Muse; (90s); 22k listeners

This Ascension (90s); 4k listeners

Strawberry Switchblade (80s); 400k listeners

If you like Joy Division:

All of these bands will be ones that sound very classically post-punk, so those are the playlists to search out; emphasis on "classic" because post-punk is a very broad term that gets applied to a lot of music. I would argue that Joy Division has had the most influence out of all the OG goth bands on the current goth sound/goth renaissance we're going through right now, so there are a LOT of bands out there for you if you’re a JD fan.

Molchat Doma (modern band); 2.5 million listeners (wow lol, they've grown so much over the past two years, it's actually insane; good for them)

Soviet Soviet (modern band); 152k listeners

Fearing (modern band; very good live); 30k listeners

Ploho (modern band); 146k listeners

Pink Turns Blue (criminally underrated 80’s band; they are SO good live); 98k listeners (this is an actual travesty, this band is way too good to not even be in the hundred thousands)

The Sound (another incredibly underrated 80’s band); 119k listeners

This Cold Night (modern; has the deep vocals of Joy Division and the driving bass but more stripped back than JD); 150k listeners

Bleib Modern (modern; has very similar vocals to Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, which is a band listed under the Sisters of Mercy section of this post, so if you end up liking this band, you should also listen to Red Lorry Yellow Lorry & vice versa); 36k listeners

Lebanon Hanover (modern; has the existential angst that Joy Division always ignites in me but more stripped back); 936k listeners (this is crazy, holy shit!!!!!! go, Lebanon Hanover, go!!)

She Past Away (modern; deep vocals); 226k listeners

Belgrado (modern; woman vocals!); 18k listeners (they deserve better than this!!)

Leonora Post Punk (modern; Mexican goth band w/ Spanish vocals! They’re amazing! They have those deep vocals you want when you’re looking for a similar sound to Joy Division); 56k listeners

O. Children (modern; has the deep vocals & interesting bass lines that Joy Division was known for; great band); 29k listeners

If you like Sisters of Mercy:

This is one of my least favorite goth subcategories, which is odd because I actually love Sisters. But if you’re looking for a lot of music that sounds like SoM, I’d suggest delving into the 90’s and early 2000’s goth music scene. Search out those playlists. A lot of the 90s and 2000s goth bands were very derivative of Sisters of Mercy.

Rosetta Stone (90’s band); 54k listeners

Miazma (modern); 10k listeners

Red Lorry Yellow Lorry (another criminally underrated 80’s band; one of my fave goth bands); 40k listeners (THEY!! DESERVE!! BETTER!!)

Dreamtime (modern); 65 listeners (ouch lol, please go show them some love)

Fields of the Nephilim (80’s, I think; if you’re a metalhead, you’ll probably appreciate this band); 95k listeners

The Merry Thoughts (80s); 19k listeners

The March Violets (underrated 80s; might be a controversial opinion to put them under SoM, but I’m standing by it); 69k listeners

Horror Vacui (modern; it’s kind of a stretch putting them here tbh, but I couldn’t figure out what other category to put them under); 44k listeners

The Sisterhood (spin-off Sisters of Mercy group that was formed by goth king Andrew Eldritch himself); 3k listeners

The Mission (formed by former Sisters of Mercy members; Wasteland by them was actually one of the first songs to get me into goth music); 180k listeners

Eyes of the Nightmare Jungle (late 80s & 90s; every time a song by them comes on, I’m convinced it’s a Sisters song until the singer starts singing lol); 13k listeners

Ex-Voto (formed in 1982, but most of their albums on Spotify came out in the 2000s; this band is like if Fields of Nephilim had a baby with Clan of Xymox & then sprinkled some industrial techniques in); 6k listeners

Also, if you want a 1500-song, 105-hour goth playlist that’s constantly growing, here you go. The name of it is a dig at my ex lol: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6jCV530pMmOEmDHj4CLNka?si=cEVKiyAwQpaieGiV2pMyqw

#goth music #Bauhaus #the cure #Christian death #Siouxsie and the banshees #goth #post-punk #baby bats #music recs #Joy division #Depeche Mode #clan of Xymox #sisters of mercy #Cocteau twins #Spotify

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eru-vande · 2 months ago

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ONE FOR THE COURAGE

Kwon Jiyong x Reader

Prompt: drunk confessions (BigBang April challenge day 8)

Warnings: none

Summary: you got a little bit wasted

Word count: 2.5k

AN: that was literally the last minute rewrite, I wanted something a little bit different but the idea killed itself mid process lol

The second to last city on the BigBang MADE tour was a wave crushing the rocks that day, japanese fans singing in unison sending the wave of noise so powerful you heard it in the backstage, sitting in your green room. All of you were excited, but also tired beyond the human body's ability. The tour was exhausting to say the least, your band just got used to make a few shows per month, maybe two, three at best, and then YG made you tour with BigBang as their opening act.

Were you excited? Absolutely. All of you girls loved your sunbaenims, to be on the same stage with them was a dream for any new group in the industry. So when Yan Hyungsuk decided on the opening act and gave you the papers to sign you almost jumped as if you were electrocuted.

Now, however, a full year after the tour started, you was ready to curse the day you signed the papers. The amount of shows you've done was astonishing, but the most agonizing thing in that tour was, of course, bearing with five idiots. The legends they were, but also just men, absurd and idiotic ones per se.

The long months shared with them made a bond that was not so easy to break: you were sharing hotel rooms, changing rooms, you were sleeping in the same beds and even sharing a shower - not because YG didn't have enough money, but because BigBang were a bunch of kids in adult male bodies. - with time everyone got used to it, and Jiyong falling down on your bed and snuggling into your side at 2am turned into something you wouldn't rise your eyebrows at, more like breathe in slowly and kick his boney ass off your bed.

A few weeks ago, though, something changed. Neither of you could understand what exactly, but Jiyong became softer, and the glances you were throwing at him lingered for longer than usual. During rehearsal he wouldn't take his eyes off you, a little smile would appear on his face, the one Jiyong wouldn't even feel, but the boys would notice.

"Just tell her, man." Youngbae stared at you, following Jiyong's gaze, his hands wrapping around Ji's shoulder energetically to tug him out off the trans.

Jiyong shook his head, his neon green locks falling down his face, finally blocking the view. "She doesn't feel the same, I just know."

On the other side of the stage, however, when the music stopped and you went for the nearest water bottles, your band members circled you tight.

"You mess up so much lately, Y/N..."

"Yeah, I've noticed too, what's happening?"

"She can't stop looking at Jiyong, that what's happening."

You growled, fingers stiffened around the thin plastic of the bottle almost making the water go over the edge. "Girls, shut up!"

Your voice was more of a whisper than a growl, eyes darting at all three of your friends and slipping between their head, cathing the glimpse of green in the distance, your stomach swirling at the thought of Jiyong hearing this conversation.

"Just tell him!" One of the girls wailed, getting a hard elbow strike in her ribs for causing too mach noise.

"How do you see it? Me just coming to him randomly and goin all "hi, Jiyong, the show was great btw I love you let's fuck"?" Wailing, your voice barely a hissing whisper, you turned around to place the bottle down on the table and pic up the mic.

"He's practically living in your bed, Y/N, just kiss him the next time he decides to throw his ass on your bed."

You would never let them know, but the idea of kissing Jiyong struck thunder bolts through your entire body. You couldn't stop thinking about casually shifting around in your bed with Jiyong lying there exhausted to the bone, completely wrecked after the long days of rehearsal and shows, and giving him a lingering kiss.

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Daesung's phone ringed ones, but he never cared to check the notification: the mangers have always called them if something was needed to be discussed, and they couldn't think of anything that would hold the same level of importance during the tour.

The boys were sitting in the bar, at the first floor of the lavish hotel YG booked for both BigBang and your group, the girls were sitting in the different room, minding the scandalous articles that were bound to be published if anyone would spot the two groups drinking together. Cause god forbids friends to have a drink, right?

Youngbae saw countless of waiters going up the elevator with endless drinks on their trays - getting a room service from the bar wasn't too common, and some of the hotel residents were going wild that night.

"I can't believe this whole tour is coming to an end, guys..." Youngbae looked down at his half empty bottle of sake, gulping heavily. "One more city to go, and we're free!" Taking the bottle off the table he straightened his hand to the center of the table, waiting for others to join him, as he heard Seunghyun pouting dramatically.

"And in the military..." The bottles clinked. "Cheers..."

"C'mon, hyung, it can't be that bad!" Daesung's lowd laughter ringed through the room and resonated off the walls, filling the small private cabin.

His phone vibrates once more, than again, and again a minute after it.

"Just check your phone, Dae!" Jiyong snapped, the endless ringing getting on his already light head.

Daesung turned his phone screen up, seeing a numerous notifications from your Instagram account:

Y/N started live

Y/N ended live

Y/N started live

Y/N ended live

Y/N started live

"I think our Y/N has a problem with handling her Instagram" Dae chuckled, scrolling through the notifications. "She kept messing up her live broadcast."

"She's doing a live broadcast?" Jiyong jolted, bending over the table and grabbing Daesung's phone out of his hands. "Let's see!"

He turned on the live, placing the phone on the table for everyone to watch. Your face appeared on the screen: puffed, heated, your eyes red and lips swollen just slightly, the bottle of sake in your hand. You've been reading the comments, eyes trembling as you tried to focuse on the tiny words, light giggles rolling off your lips once in a while.

"Am I drunk? Yup..." The words trailed off into nothingness as you started absentmindlessly into the screen, gulping out of the bottle. The soft laughter resonated though the speakers as you gulped down another portion of sake, almost spilling it out of your mouth. "Wanna know whyyyyyy am I drunk?... Ima bout to do somethin' stupid... Don't judge m'kay???"

As soon as you shifted on your bed, Youngbae's jaw dropped - the bottle you held in your hand was fifth one, if he counted the empty sake bottles that were spread on your bad correctly.

"She's not drunk, she's waisted..." Seunghyun laughed into his fist to die down the sound.

"Sooooooo...." All five of them have plastered back to the screen, eyes and ears picking up every little thing that was about to break free from you. "There's one guy and I'm too shy and I need to boost myself and get loose and ugh"

Daesung bent lower to the table, trying to read the comments that strated to running way too fast. "Is it GD? My girl has a crush on G Dragon? Jiyong got another girl under his charm; OMG my fave girl and my fave boy, yessss" at the end, he was laughing, darting sneaky glances at Jiyong, who was sitting there way too quiet, his dark eyes open wide and jaw clenched.

The second they heard the low laughter from the speaker they shat up, watching what were you about to say, lingering on Jiyong's name. "Jiyo-oong .. we sleep together, from time to time, nights with him are the best!" You melted into the wide lazy green, resting your chin on the bottle, eyes closing slowly in a dreamy motion.

Boys hadn't noticed when Jiyong disappeared, his spot got empty so fast they could only see his heels shining behind the closing door as he ran off to your suit.

"We sleep together in m'be-ed..." Your eyes sparkled as you read through the comments, your finger close to the camera, cathing the words. A mischievous giggle left your mouth when you mouthed one of the questions, words bubbling on your tongue. "Is he really good in bed? Hmmm" you mused into the air, curling the strand of your hair on your fingertip, face melting into the lazy smile. The second later your phone was placed on a pillow as you fell face down on the mattress, stretching on your bed, whimpering sweetly. "He's the best..." You cheeks heated up even more than before being buried into the pillows, covered with your hands tightly.

The comments went wild, live stream being tossed around between the fanpages as you were broadcasting, going from hundred people to thousands in a mere minute, all typing curious questions, words of surprise or else downright insults. You were telling people you slept with Jiyong, your hazy mind not making difference between your fantasies and reality anymore, giggles and whimpers filling the air of your suit as you were reading more provocative questions.

In the bar Daesung, Seunghyun and Taeyang were already panicking, the scandal could ruin the sweet taste of tour ending.

The next thing they hear from the video was loud thug and a scream. Jiyong appearing on Daesung's screen, sprinting from the door to your bed, the video wobbling for a couple of seconds as the mattress was pushed down and the phone snatched from your hand.

His face popping close to the camera, panic struck eyes glancing through the comments, as he blurted "We didn't" and ended the broadcast, throwing your phone on the other side of the bed.

"Y/N?" You felt his hands being wrapped around your shoulders, but your body had zero response to it, as he tried to turn you around on the mattress. "Y/N, what are you doing?"

Looking at the mess your suit had become, numbers of empty sake bottles lying all over your bed, some empty shot jitters on the nightstand, bowl with untouched fruits on the floor under your bed, Jiyong sighted, sliding his hands down his face.

"You're such a trouble maker..." He couldn't even be angry at you, fully realizing what mess this broadcast will create in just pure minutes.

"You're trouble-mak'r..." You mumbled, your hand finding its way to Jiyong's and tugging down on it, making him fall down on your bed. The second his body was smashed to the mattress, you wrapped him like a tree, leg thrown over his waist and hands wrapped around his neck. "Your fault"

You nuzzled into Jiyong's hair, tracing the scent of cigarettes and wooden cologne, mewling into him. Jiyong's whole body stiffened both from not being able to move and from you being so close to him, your skin almost melted into each other.

Just a few seconds later he heard you breathing slowly, drifting away into the sleep, a soft smile stretching on his face on the sound.

"I love you, Jiyong..."

The smile on his face froze. Could it just be your dreamy mind saying gibberish, or was it... Alcohol telling the truth that was buried deep down inside?

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You woke up to a dozen water bottles scattered all around your room, groaning as you held yourself up to a sitting position.

"What happened?.." you mused to yourself, hands wrapping around your ringing head, and jolted on Jiyong's voice echoenig from the bathroom.

"You got wasted on Instagram live." A few seconds later he popped out in the doorframe, his shirt hanging on his shoulder as he brushed his teeth. "You said we slept together." He shrugged, being way too relaxed.

"I said what?" You screeched, regretting it the same second as the pain stuck your head as if you were pierced with a spear. Jiyong jogged to your side, snatching the bottle of water on his way and opening it in a swift motion.

"You said that I'm good in bed." The look of his smug face made your stomach swirling, both from how stupidly lovely he looked and how you hated the words he just said. He pressed the bottle to your lips, waiting for you to make a few gulps. "You also said you love me..."

Slapsh. The water was on Jiyong's face, you coughing roughly, each cough breaking your hangovered head into billion sharp pieces.

"I... Did I said it on live?" Breathing heavily, you watched Jiyong climb onto your bed, making himself comfortable right in front of you.

Thankfully, he shook his head. "No, you just said it to me..."

The look on his face was unreadable. You wanted him to show you any signs of what he felt, was he disgusted or was he delighted by your words, you wanted at least something that would help you decide on what to say now. You eyes were wandering around Jiyong's face, trying to catch some emotions.

Jiyong? Jiyong was way too scared to even think of what he felt. He was waiting for you to make it or break it, waiting for you to either laugh it off or go all in. His eyes was set on yours firmly, the wait way agonizing.

"Jiyong I..." You head fell loose, eyes darting at your fingers fidgeting the light fabric of the blanket. You squinched your eyes shot, right before blurting the words out, hoping Jiyong will just miss it. "I do"

When you opened your eyes, it wasn't from his answer or the lack of it. It was from the pressure of his lips on yours, his arms on your sides, putting you closer as if you were Jiyong's lifeline. The kiss wasn't desperate, it was passionate yet shy, both of you too scared it will ruin everything you've built on this tour.

The kiss was broken only because your lungs needed more air.

"Youngbae told me weeks ago to just tell you..." The nervous chuckle rolled off Jiyong's lips melting into the skin of your cheek, his body trembling softly from the laugher.

"Girls told me to tell you too." You chortled, making a face on a sudden headache.

"They won't live it down"

"Never..."

You both laughed, Jiyong nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and for the first time with him you didn't know what to do with your hands. You never hesitated to slap him, or shake him, even embrace him friendly, but now you let your hands wave over his neck a few inches away, wavering between touching him softly and keeping your hands away.

"Let's keep it a secret til the end of the tour?" You jolted when Jiyong lifted his head, the skin of his neck brushing over your hand that was still mid air, the quick change of his face to something undeniably ecstatic melted you to the core.

You nodded, gaze lingering on the soft features of Jiyong's face melting into your touch.

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Tag: @xxxicddbr88

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jjjjeonww · 4 months ago

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jeon wonwoo - "Executive Secret."

genre - romance (FINALLY.) word count - 830 BANNER BY @wonkierideul !!!!! ~~in which your assistant is your husband. to: @wonkierideul "KIEEEEE i had sm fun talking w you abt this wonu!!! PLEASEE feel free to yap more to me abt anything!! and thank you sm for the banner my lovely <3 fill my dms with anything u want ehehheh :3 ILY MY LOVEE" from, yuna <3

As the esteemed CEO of your thriving fashion empire, you had been running on fumes for weeks, your once-reliable energy reserves depleted by the unrelenting demands of your high-stakes career. Late nights hunched over your desk, early mornings fueling up on nothing but caffeine and sheer determination, the endless whirlwind of meetings, photoshoops, and industry events - it was a wonder of how you could still stand upright, let alone maintain the impeccable composure that had become your trademark.

But today was different. Today, you had a reason to celebrate, a cause for joy that transcended the fleeting thrill of a job well done. Your company's sales had shattered all previous records, a testament to the tireless efforts and unwavering dedication of every single member of your team. And so, in a moment of rare altruism, you had decided to throw a grand gathering, a chance for everyone to forget their stress and revel in the sweet taste of hard work.

Now, as you sat before your vanity, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating your concentration as you applied your makeup with meticulous care, You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. You had built this empire from nothing, pouring your heart and soul into every stitch, every seam, every meticulously crafted design. And now, to see it all pay off in such a spectacular fashion - it was almost too much to comprehend.

As you reached for your hair curler, the hot metal familiar and comforting in you hand, you lost yourself in the rhythmic motions of styling your long, dark tresses. You curled and teased, coaxing each lock into a glossy, cascading wave that tumbled down your back in a shimmering curtain. It was a look that had become your signature, a style that had graced countless red carpets and magazine covers - and one that never failed to turn heads wherever you went.

But as focused as you were on your task, you remained blissfully unaware of the presence of your husband, Wonwoo, as he leaned against the doorframe, his dark eyes drinking in every detail of your appearance. He had always been your rock, your sanctuary in a world that demanded nothing short of perfection. But he was also your assistant. And oh Lord did it pain him to maintain a professional demeanor whenever you were together, to resist the overwhelming urge to sweep you right into his arms and declare his unending love for all to hear. But the company's strict no-dating policy forced him to keep a respectful distance, even as his heart ached to be closer to you every second of the day.

….

As the glittering celebration reached its crescendo, the ballroom pulsed with the infectious energy and elation of your team. The air crackled with pride and accomplishment, as heartfelt speeches and raucous cheers filled the space, each one a testament to the incredible journey that had led to this monumental achievement.

Amidst the festivities, you moved with the grace and poise of a woman who had not only built an empire but had also mastered the art of leading with unwavering vision and compassion. Your black gown, a bespoke creation from tour own label, hugged your curves and accentuated your confident strides as you navigated the room, accepting congratulations and posing for photos with the same polished elegance you brought to every aspect of your life.

Throughout the evening, Wonwoo remained ever-vigilant, his dark eyes following your every move from afar. As your assistant, he ensured your glass was perpetually filled, your schedule strictly adhered to, and your every need anticipated before you even voiced it. It pained him to maintain a professional demeanor, to resist the overwhelming urge to sweep you right into his arms and declare his unending love for all to hear. But the company's strict no-dating policy forced him to keep a respectful distance, even as his heart ached to be closer to you.

As the night wore on and the celebration showed no signs of abating, Wonwoo found himself inexorably drawn to your side, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his love. He sat next to you cautiously, leaning in to murmur in your ear as you paused to take a sip of your champagne.

"Y/n, look at what you've achieved. Your vision, your dedication, the incredible team you've nurtured - it's all culminating in this extraordinary moment," he whispered, his voice low and filled with barely restrained emotion. "I'm so incredibly proud of you, my love."

You turned your head to face him, your eyes meeting his, and in that instant, the rest of the world fell away. The music, the laughter, the clink of glasses - it all faded into a distant hum as you gazed at the man you loved with every fiber of your being.

"None of this would be possible without you, Wonwoo," you replied softly, as his hand found yours beneath the table, their fingers intertwining in a secret.

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famyuri · 2 months ago

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Hi there! I'm a sucker for crusty punky butch big sisters. Big stompy boots and baggy pants and unwashed hoodies and constant loud music & weed stink coming from their bedroom. If that inspires you at all I would love to read your musings on a dynamic with a sister like that. I love how you write. Cheers!

Your sister is the opposite of you in every way. You are petite, femme, you've always gotten good grades, you're a model of what being a good girl looks like. Your older sister however, entertains none of that. For as long as you can remember, while you've worn dresses and gone shopping seasonally to update your wardrobe, your sister has worn the same stuff for 10 years unless it doesn't fit her anymore or actively falls apart. She wears baggie hoodies, heavy combat boots, industrial piercings, spiked bracelets and bullet belts, jeans that specifically were given to a tiger to distress before buying them, and her hair is kept so short that in public people keep calling her "sir".

Not that you mind. You still love your sister after all. She's your sister. However she wants to present herself is ultimately her issue, but you do wish she would sometimes change it up. At least change up the music, you think bitterly to yourself one night when studying for a test taking place tomorrow. You've been hearing hard thumping rock and guitars wailing for as long as you've been studying and the noise is starting to really throw off your concentration.

With a small huff, you get up, go into the hall, and knock on the next door. There's no answer. You pound on the door next. Still no answer. Growing more frustrated, you wait until the current song ends and during the one second there's silence you hit the door with everything you've got — which isn't much but enough to alert her. The next song starts, and as she opens the door, an annoyed scowl on her face at having been interrupted from whatever she was doing, you're hit with a wall of sound and a wall of stench. If you thought the music was loud before...! And the smell... when's the last time she cleaned her room or did any laundry? When did she last shower? Why doesn't she at least open her window when she smokes weed?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you manage to get out "Can you turn down the music?" Which of course she doesn't hear. She leans forward, cupping a hand to her ear as though you're so small and quiet that you need a megaphone. You shout as loud as you can "TURN THE MUSIC DOWN, I'M TRYING TO STUDY!"

She rolls her eyes, goes back inside her room, and aggressively turns the sound UP. Coming back to the doorway, she has a shit-eating grin on her face. "BETTER?!" she says. By now the pulse in your temple is quickening due in part both to the tempo of the music and your growing impatience. You slip past her and go straight for the source of the music, turning it OFF instead. "There. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to study." You say before turning around to see your big sister's large frame blocking your exit, standing right in front of you with a dark look on her face, her sleep-deprived baggy eyes looking outright scary when combined with her glare.

"Did you just fucking touch my speaker." It wasn't a question. More a confirmation that you in fact did do that. "Someone's gotten a little too high and mighty. You need to be reminded of your place." You squirm past her and head for the door only to see it's closed, not that you'd have made it anyway. She already has you by the wrist and throws you with ease onto her bed. The smell is strongest here, so much so you become dizzy off of it in seconds.

Your big sis immediately is on you, hands on either side of your head, her knee slipped right in between your legs and pressed against your tight cunt. You try to wriggle away from her, but even if she were deathly ill you'd never be able to outfight her. You were too much a good girl to learn how to do anything but flail and whimper and scream to be let go. Too bad the music is already back on and the remote flung across the room so you can't turn it off again. Now no one can hear you scream.

"Please... not now, can't it wait til after I—" but she wraps a hand around your tiny throat and squeezes as she rams her knee against your slit. You hate how wet you get when she chokes you. It makes you feel so dirty to be turned on by that, by your own sister even! You're supposed to be a good girl! You tell yourself, every time this happens. But every time it ends the same. You cum all over her knee, strangled moans coming out of that good girl mouth of yours.

"Big sis, please..." you gasp breath ragged post-orgasm. But right now you're not her equal. You're barely even human. Right now, as she tightens the clasps and secures the fasteners of her strap, you are just as much a toy as the massive thing on her hips is.

She flips you onto your stomach, facedown and nose pressed right against her musky clothes. The smell is intoxicating... even with your distaste for weed, her scent is still addicting, permeating your nostrils and filling your brain with lust. You can smell the sweat that pooled onto these clothes as she touched herself while wearing them. It's enough for someone as straightlaced as you to effectively get your own kind of high off of, relaxing your body enough to lay there, ass up and pliant. Your big sis pushes your dress up, and rips the panties off your hips, before prodding against your hole with her strap. Without waiting, she pushes the whole thing in, forcing a muffled yelp out of your mouth.

Your big sis seizes you by the hips, fucking into you with no regard for you, shoving that massive dick into you again and again. You hate how much you love this. You're supposed to be the good girl! You hate how good this feels. You love that you hate how much you love this. You're about to raise your head to get a breath, only to feel one of her hands push your head further against the pile of clothes on the bed, all but suffocating you. Then, she pulls your long, beautifully maintained hair, letting you get that breath, on her terms. She ruts into you again and again, pounding into your plush ass so roughly she leaves bruises where your hips connect. Your brain is unable to form any coherent sentences, overwhelmed by all the sensations assaulting you. Eventually, it gives up and your eyes glaze over. You don't know how long she has her way with you, and after long enough, you don't care. Riding her strap, being carried in her arms and pushed up and down it, pushed against the wall and railed, bent over the desk, pushed against the window, tits against the glass, she fucks you every way from Sunday and more until she finally cums one time too many and tires out.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lights up a joint, pointing at the strap soaked in your juices. "Clean it." She says, and you get on your knees and start using your mouth, your tongue, dutifully cleaning up after yourself. The smell of freshly smoked weed fills the room. Your big sis idly pets your head. "Good girl."

#sister x sister #fauxcest #yuricest #1cky sister #1nc35t #Anon sister #Thanks for the ask!#And thanks for waiting

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emoboykisser · 1 year ago

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i would love to be a rich older man’s boyfriend. the idea of it is just soooooo hot! Let’s name him Amos!

he’s the CEO of some big tech company that’s dominating the industry with every decision he makes, leading him and his investors into an era of huge success and growth.

amos is 35-40 years old, tall, about 6’5 and ruggedly handsome with nicely styled hair, stubble with a small hint of a mustache growing, lean muscle, and some body hair that makes him even more appealing. His personality is cold, calculating, dominant and observant. He’s intimidating, making those who cross him immediately regret it because it will most definitely not end well for them or anyone involved with them. But with the ones he loves, he’s a love bug!

then comes you—his younger boyfriend. getting out of the elevator and walking into his office with a big smile on your face as he gestures for you to sit on his lap.

“How’s my pretty boy?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you straddle his lap and blush at the pet name he gave you. He wraps his arms around your waist as you reply. He leans in, asking if you would like to go on a little get away with him; of course you say yes!

it’s been two days in paradise with you and Amos; swimming in the bluest waters, eating at the most delicious restaurants, relaxing by the pool, spa treatments, zip-lining through the island, and just whatever else the two of you can think of! it’s a much needed vacation for the both of you.

The two of you, swimming in the pool of Amos’ luxury villa. The setting sun reflected on the water as you two play around; splashing each other, seeing who can swim from one side to the pool to the other, seeing who can hold their breath the longest, and other pool games.

Seeing the water fall down Amos’ muscular and well built chest catches your attention. The way it hypnotizes you into staring longer than necessary at his body, but he doesn’t mind; he’s been watching you too. He catches you staring and with a cocky smirk, he lifts your chin up with his finger to meet his gaze. desire floods his eyes as he asks if you’d like to do something else, and you eagerly nod, knowing what he means; he takes your hand and leads you inside the villa.

skin slapping against skin fills the room as Amos’ fat and lengthy cock thrusts into your tight hole. He has you pressed up against him; your back pressed against his chest with his hand around your throat so you can look at him as he pounds into you and so he can see how good he’s making you feel; it’s definitely an ego boost for him.

his other hand wrapped around your hard-as-a-rock cock, stroking it to matchup with his thrusts. “Such a good boy,” he praises, “takin’ me so well” he grunts. all you can do is moan as he keeps praising you, until you finally release your load all over the bed. he follows soon after with a loud roar that reverberates through the room. his cum fills your hole, some of it dripping into the bed as he gently releases you and begins to kiss your lips.

#bottom male reader #male reader #male reader smut #original character #smut #older man younger man #need an older bf so badly #daddy issues #LOLOLOL #dilfs are hot #first piece of work #kinda nervous!!#{𓆩♡𓆪:amos}

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saebyeokbliss · 2 months ago

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JUST MEET ME AT THE APT.— K. SAE-BYEOK

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

synopsis: managing a rising rock band is already chaotic enough, but when you're stuck touring with four reckless musicians, things get even messier. between late-night facetime calls, teasing that feels a little too knowing, and a certain guitarist who might just be your biggest problem, keeping things professional is getting harder by the second. but hey, no one said the music industry was easy.

warnings: mutual pining, intense eye contact, teasing that borders on flirting (or maybe it is flirting), friends who refuse to mind their business, secondhand embarrassment, slow burn that burns, emotional whiplash

playlist: spotify

The energy in the air was electric.

Seoul. The biggest stage they had ever played.

Gocheok Sky Dome.

A sold-out crowd. Tens of thousands of people, screaming, chanting, singing along to every lyric. The lights, the cameras, the sheer weight of the moment—it was overwhelming, intoxicating, everything they had ever dreamed of.

And you?

You were in the crowd.

Not backstage. Not hidden in the wings.

You stood among the fans, surrounded by flashing lights and deafening cheers, watching Sae-Byeok as she played.

Watching her.

Over the past few weeks, you and Sae-Byeok had been rebuilding.

Slowly. Carefully.

There were still moments of hesitation. Still moments where she would look at you like she wanted to say something but never did.

And you?

You had spent so much time being afraid. Afraid of believing in something that might not last. Afraid of putting your heart in her hands and watching her walk away.

But as you watched her on stage—pouring everything into her performance, fingers flying over the strings of her guitar, sweat dripping down her temple as she felt every note—you realized something.

You didn’t want to be afraid anymore.

And then—

Everything changed.

It happened after their final song.

The cheers were deafening, the energy at its peak. Ji-Yeong was grinning, Se-Mi was catching her breath, No-Eul twirling her drumsticks.

But Sae-Byeok—

She wasn’t moving.

She stood at the mic, gripping her guitar, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

And then—

She spoke.

“I—” Her voice wavered, just for a second. She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair before gripping the mic tighter. “I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

The crowd quieted just enough.

“But if I don’t do this now, I might never do it.”

A murmur of confusion. Excitement. Anticipation.

Ji-Yeong shot her a look, but Sae-Byeok ignored it.

Because her eyes—

Her eyes were searching the crowd.

Looking for you.

And then—

She found you.

Your heart stopped.

“I’ve spent so much of my life being scared,” she admitted, voice raw and real. “Scared of losing people. Scared of feeling too much.” She let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “And I almost let that fear ruin the best thing that ever happened to me.”

The crowd exploded.

Screams. Shouts. Fans grabbing each other, losing their minds—

But all you could hear was her.

Sae-Byeok’s gaze didn’t waver. She was only looking at you now.

“I don’t want to run away anymore.”

Your breath caught.

“I love you.”

The world stilled.

A perfect, impossible second where everything else faded—where it was just you and her.

And then—

You moved.

You didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t let fear win.

You pushed past the barricades, past the security, past everything standing in your way—

And then you were on stage.

And Sae-Byeok was in front of you.

And before she could say anything else—

You kissed her.

Right there.

In front of everyone.

The crowd lost their minds.

Screaming, cheering, crying, cameras flashing—fans grabbing at each other, holy shit, did that just happen?!—but none of it mattered.

None of it.

Because Sae-Byeok was kissing you back.

Hard. Desperate. Like she had been waiting for this.

Like she never wanted to stop.

And you let go of everything—every doubt, every fear, every what if.

Because this was real.

This was yours.

No more hiding.

No more running.

Just her.

Just you.

And the rest of the world watching as you finally, finally chose each other.

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#sae byeok #squid game #saebyeok x reader #fanfic #wlw fiction #kang sae byeok x reader #wuh luh wuh #⋆˚࿔ just meet me at the apt.#angst #wlw yearning #wlw

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slytherinshua · 4 months ago

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〣　 JUST LIKE YOU　( 한지훈 )

genre fluff , established relationship , jihoon x fem!reader cw none wc 452 request anon for jihoon + a comforting embrace for the 3k event note i should be sleeping rn but i wrote this instead oops (where's my bf jihoon to cuddle) net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

You laid in bed with your boyfriend, Jihoon, arms around his waist and cheek resting against his chest as he scrolled through TikTok. Whenever you had a day off without anything planned, this was infinitely your favourite way to spend it. While some other couples loved to take advantage of free time to go out on dates or travel, you and Jihoon always preferred quiet quality time together. Your introvertedness seemed to amplify his, and as you were so in tune to each other’s emotions and moods, you started to reflect on the other whenever you spent time together.

Your tiredness was starting to wear off on Jihoon as he scrolled mindlessly, looking at new tutting challenges to try once he was back to work tomorrow. Usually his boundless energy infected you with joy, but when his battery ran low, there was rarely anything that could pick you both up. You glanced up to his eyes, watching him memorize the hand movements easily just from viewing the video. You were always so amazed at his quick ability to pick up choreography. Always working so hard to be as professional as possible, despite how young he was in the industry.

That wasn’t the only thing you admired about him. His kindness, thoughtfulness, and calming nature. How every smile, hug, or kiss had the ability to change your entire day. How he always seemed to text or call you when you needed it most. And every time you could just see on his face how much he appreciated everything you did for him as well. Your support was what kept him going, kept him steady, kept him motivated. When he hit rock bottom, you were always there to talk him through it, understanding better than anyone how he felt and what he needed.

In short, you were perfect for each other.

“Jihoon,” you whispered, patting his stomach with your hand softly to get his attention. He hummed, putting his phone down and glancing towards you in the same motion. “I love you.”

You saw the smile grow on his face at your words, soft and comforting and so endearing that you had to fight every muscle in your body to not kiss him immediately.

“I love you too,” he said back immediately, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And although there were probably other more obvious things you could think of, Jihoon’s love for you was certainly pretty clear to you. If there was any way you could possibly be unsure of it still, he vanished all those thoughts with a single kiss to your forehead. It was simple, but sweet. Short, but heartfelt. It was everything Jihoon was.

tws taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @seunghancore,, @sobun1est,, @talkingsaxy,, @50-husbands,,

@hursheys,, @imyuna-06,, @mjupis,, @stannwjnss,, @nonononranghaee,,

@fr4ncehere,, @dohynjae,, @cupidslovearrows

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madam-jane · 15 days ago

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Advice for 🦇Baby Bats🦇

I'm Mama Bat, otherwise known as Jane, and I've been a goth for about 6 years now, so I would just like to share some advice for any baby bats just starting out 🖤

Fashion- You absolutely do not have to dress like a goth to be goth. That's why theres different names! The fashion is gothic, you can dress gothic, but goth is a musical subculture darlings. Therefore all you need to do be goth is listen to goth music

Some bands I recommend for starters: Lebanon Hanover, The cure (is a classic of course..), Siouxie and the Banshees (another big name in the goth music culture), London After Midnight, Christian Death, Scary Bitches, Depeche Mode, She Wants Revenge, Joy Divison, Twin Tribes, Bauhaus, Twin Temple, and so many more good ones, I'll leave my spotifi playlist at the bottom 🖤

PLEASE know just because someone releases music that is "edgy" or "sad", it is not Goth... Goth music fall under: Goth rock, new wave, dark wave, ethereal wave, industrial, post punk, cold wave... You get the point

Know the history! Goth music started in late 1970s, the first song to be considered goth was Bela Lugosi's Dead by Bauhaus. Back in the day there was a Goth club called The Batcave was located in London and that was the haven for goths in that time. Goth music continued to evolve throughout time as you know and here we are

Fashion! (deeper context) I know this is an often brought up topic, as I mentioned earlier the fashion is INSPIRED, its not part of the music subculture necessarily. There's many fashion categories to the gothic fashion, Trad goth, romantic goth, victorian gothic, cabaret goth, cyber goth, ect ect

Now, I know clothes are expensive..especially in this economy, but for christ sake DONT support fast shopping! Brands like dolls kill, shein, kill star, temu..dare I say Amazon..ugh..no. They go against everything we stand for, I understand its convenient but...you really don't want your hard earned coin going to people like Jeff Bezos.

Instead! Opt for exploring your creative bone! Its said a lot to thrift but I have to agree, and also..DIY is so much fun. Sewing is a great hobby to pick up as well in my opinion, but of course you could always just buy some spikes and what not for hobby lobby or whatever crafts store you like and hot glue them on.

If DIY isnt your thing, there ARE some lovely gothic brands online, I personally like devilnight.co.uk but the downside is they're quite pricey. If theres a gothic small buisness SUPPORT SUPPORT SUPPORT!!! LOVE SMALL BUSINESSES!!

The goth community is quite nice, of course theres going to be some means ones which is quite baffling to me that..as a subculture that is often criticized or made dun if that theres goth people who criticize baby bats because...hoe you were once one too?? And ive met a few 'goths' who shit on people exploring their fashion, just don't listen to them we hate those kinds.. If you choose to dress gothic its all about SELF EXPRESSION!! Be as creative and spooky as you want my love🖤

Another type of goth we dont like are conservative goths! Goth, like punk and metal is a rebellious scene so being conservative while being goth is..rather...odd.

Also, fuck white supremacists, racists, homophobes, transphobes, conservatives, people who think they have any right to a woman's body, corporate greed, if you're just a horrible person in general..absolutely not.

Other than that Goth is very welcoming, its said you can't but you can totally be religious and be goth. Being goth doesnt automatically make you a witch or satanist, you can worship Jesus and still be goth if that's what makes you happy, just be a good person!

You can be lgbtqia+, religious, old (elder goths have my full heart and love), a furry, young, disabled, it doesnt matter as long as you're a good person you are welcomed

You can also enjoy pretty much whatever you'd like, your interests don't ALL have to be goth and or gothic. If you want to listen to New Dawn Fades by Joy Division then watch an episode of My Little Pony, that sounds like an amazing day! You do that you're still completely valid.

Alright? 🥰 alright, and if any other goths want to leave any other notes, please do!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2RZjZLCmrjQ3KeskORdt15?si=zv5qiBDBRUWnfICPOrF8sg

#goth #gothic #baby bat #goth subculture #trad goth #romantic goth #cyber goth #goth music #I'll probably make another one later #I love you baby bats!

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xoxo-ada · 6 months ago

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singers, starlets, and surfers, oh my! (smau)

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singer!rafe cameron x actress!reader, surfer!jj maybank x actress!reader

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DISCLAIMER: in this story y/n is described as female, however it is up to you what she looks like!

summary: y/n's fans ship the actress with not one, but two other celebrities. one of them being her ex jj maybank from back when she lived in kildare, and the second, rafe cameron, her best friend's brother who she shares complicated history with. what will happen when the overwhelming support (and hate) start getting to all three of their heads?

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y/n y/l/n

an actress best known for her roles in little women, priscilla, anyone but you, and challengers. she grew up in kildare, - as a pogue of course - best friends with john b, jj, kiara, and pope. jj and her were together for a while, but ultimately ended things. once john b and sarah were a thing her and y/n grew super close, and her and rafe shared some... complicated times. y/n's main life goal was to make money - to get off the cut - doing what she loved; acting.

jj maybank

a competitive surfer known for winning almost every competition he steps foot into. obviously grew up on the cut with the pogues, and also made it out by doing what he loves. still friends with his ex, y/n, but wishes things hadn't ended the way they did. just living life one day at a time!

rafe cameron

a rock/pop singer - in a two man band with his best friend topper thornton - who pretty much has never let go of anything ever. that must be why he holds so many grudges. he comes from a bit of a troubling past, but also comes from a lot of money, so it wasn't too hard for him to break into the industry with a combo of his talent and his last name. always had a bit of a thing for his sister's best friend, who is now one of the internet's favorite actresses.

a/n: eeeek you guys! i'm so excited to start this smau for you all! i've been on a kick of binge reading other peoples, so i hope this can bring you guys some entertainment as well :)

#outer banks #rafe cameron #jj maybank #obx #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank x reader #actress!reader #singer!rafe #surfer!jj #smau #outer banks smau #rafe cameron smau #jj maybank smau #social media au #xoxo-ada

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jokeroutsubs · 6 months ago

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[📝ENG TRANSLATION] We spent a day with the band Joker Out with whom we talked about everything (including the new album)

Original article written by Tijana Čvorak for Vogue Adria, published 15.11.2024. English translation by IG marija_rocen, review by IG irenalemajic, @moonlvster, proofread by IG Gboleyn123.

Full article under the cut 👇

(Ph: Primož Lukežić)

It's Friday, late in the morning, my colleague Tesa and I met up at the agreed place, in the middle of the industrial zone. On one side there was a parking lot, and on the other an industrial hall and office buildings, a self-service laundromat, a small bar... And a blue metal door. Behind the door is the charming, cozy music studio of the band Joker Out, full of instruments, books and character. When we entered, a friendly voice greeted us from above, and when we looked up, we saw a smiling Jure Maček, the band's drummer, in the gallery.

We climbed the stairs to a platform with a fence, which was obviously the production chill corner of this studio. There were two sofas, a Biedermeier-style wooden table, which surely once graced a bourgeois living room from the 80s, and on the other side there was a table with a computer, an impressive screen and a small mixer. Delighted by the atmosphere and appearance of the studio, we learned from Jure that we're standing in a former garage and that, in addition to musical talent, he also has carpentry skills - because the wooden interior of the studio is actually the work of his hands.

(Ph: Mark Pirc)

Whether you're from this region or not, the media attention that Joker Out has been getting since performing at the Eurovision Song Contest has been hard to ignore. Since 2016, when they formed the band as teenagers, they have won several 'Zlata piščal' ('Golden Whistle') awards in the Artist and Newcomers categories and were nominated for a MAC Award for Best Regional Ex-Yu Rock Band. Their hit 'Carpe Diem' has a more than impressive 23 million streams on Spotify and is the third most popular Eurovision song. I remember when they performed in my town last summer, just a few hundred metres from my house, so I could listen to them with a glass of wine on the terrace. Even though I wasn't standing in front of the stage, I could feel the contagious energy they were spreading, and the singing and cheers of the audience seemed even louder and filled with euphoria.

While I was preparing for the interview, I found out that Joker Out are also popular beyond the borders of our region - at concerts abroad, the audience sings songs with them in the Slovenian language. Furthermore, I discovered that the release of their new music video for the song 'Bluza' was scheduled on the day of our interview. "Yes, exactly," Jure confirmed to me, "let's wait for the others, then we'll watch it together." Soon the other members of the band arrived, some visibly disheveled and sleepless, because the editing of the video lasted until late at night. By the time we all impatiently looked at the monitor, waiting for the new video to be displayed, it had already collected 6,000 views in just a few hours, while the song 'Bluza', since it was released on streaming services, had already reached more than half a million streams. 'Bluza' is one of the singles from the new album 'Souvenir Pop', which is being released today and it represents a sort of a musical diary of the past year and a half of their lives, from the performance at the Eurovision Song Contest onwards.

"The inspiration for the album were the events from the tour, love stories, even global geopolitical topics," laughs Bojan. "All the reflections and deliberations that happened to us in the past year and a half." They say that the new album differs from the previous ones primarily due to the fact that it's sonically much more diverse and richer with instruments.

"Apart from those usual clichés - the whole album is more mature, we've developed the sound and so on - with this album we didn't strictly stick to our own instruments, but rather experimented and explored with different instruments", Kris Guštin, the band's guitarist describes for us. On this album, for the first time, they recorded about half of the songs with Jan on keyboards. "And the lyrics are darker this time, more gloomy than on 'Demoni', so we went one step further there as well." Bojan adds that on this album, for the first time, they recorded songs written in three languages - Slovenian, English and Serbian.

(Ph: Vita Orehek)

We asked him if he could single out any advantages or differences in writing songs in different languages, and he tells us that the language of a song is often dictated by the inspiration itself. "The story already comes with its own language and I don't like changing the songs just because they should be in another language. I don't want to adapt or distort the story as it is." He also discovered that he has different attitudes towards himself in different languages. For example, in Serbian, he says, he can be the most honest when he writes about love, while for the song 'Everybody's Waiting' in English, it's easier for him to be open and honest with himself about unpleasant feelings. On the other hand, it's most natural for him to talk about world and political topics in Slovenian.

The process of creating the album was described to us by bassist Nace Jordan: "The album actually started with the Eurovision song 'Carpe Diem', and after Eurovision and the tour, we moved to London for two months in January this year, looking for new inspiration for the future album. After the tour finished, we spent six weeks in two studios and finished the album with our producer Žarko Pak." Kris, for example, is most looking forward to performing the eighth song from the album 'Mesto duhov' ('City of Ghosts'), because the song contains many unpredictable moments. "I can't wait to hear it and perform it live on stage and see the reactions of the audience who will see it for the first time," he says. "Wow. I haven't even thought about that", Bojan comments. "I have," Nace and Kris answer in unison. We asked them what exactly they thought. "The song is actually a kind of psychosis, where the lyrical subject jumps from a very aggressive and melancholic state to a pompous, almost post-mortem atmosphere," explains Kris. "It seems almost like a funeral song that constantly jumps between the stanza and the chorus, changing the sound image, the tempo, the atmosphere, and, in fact, the whole attitude of the song."

"Not only is it fun to play, but it will also be challenging to practise." When asked which song gave them the most problems, they all unanimously agreed: 'Šta bih ja'. "It's a song that requires a precise fit of all elements, otherwise the song simply doesn't work," Bojan explains. "We couldn't find the formula to arrange all the elements correctly and we were searching for a solution for a long time." "We recorded it more than 130 times", Nace adds. "We're still not sure if it's a slow or dance song," adds Kris, and the guys laugh in agreement. "One or two attempts are usually enough for us - just right", Bojan concludes.

(Ph: Vita Orehek)

When asked about how they developed and changed as artists over time, Bojan smiled and immediately handed the microphone to Jan Peteh: "You can start, keyboard player." Jan, the band's guitarist, continued and explained how, during the recording of one of the songs from the album, 'Everybody's Waiting', they found themselves at a standstill with the arrangement, unsure in which direction they should proceed. But thanks to Žarko's solution, everything fell into place. Jure improvised on the drums on the verse "What a wonderful life", and Jan complemented him by playing electric keyboards. "We connected a Rhodes keyboard to the amplifier and since then, in fact, I've been playing both keyboards and synthesizers in our songs," Jan concludes. "Don't be so modest", Bojan adds and continues: "Actually, it was discovered completely by chance that Jan is also extremely talented on keyboards, which delighted us all. Even our producer Žare was impressed by Jan's approach to playing an electric keyboard, which doesn't happen often. Jan proved to be a great instrumentalist.”

If they could choose with whom to have their dream-collab musical collaboration, with any musician, living or dead, from our region or beyond, Jure would choose Dire Straits. The boys exchanged glances and agreed to choose a band together. At Nace's "Ready, set, go", they say "Buč Kesidi" in unison. "It would be great if we could collaborate with them," adds Kris. And I have to admit that I agree - that would certainly be their dream musical collaboration.

Since we learned all about their plans for the future, we were interested in what they remembered from the past. For example, memories of the craziest concerts that will remain in their memory forever. Jure recalls their performance at Belgrade Beer Festival. Before that, they had already visited Serbia, "but this was the first time after the performance at the Eurovision Song Contest. Even before we went on stage, we heard the crowd chanting "Joker Out" behind us. I couldn't believe what was happening. I think it was one of the best concerts.” Jan continues and highlights the Ruisrock festival in Finland and the Summer Well festival in Romania. "At both of them, we were also greeted with loud chants by an audience of approximately 8,000 people," he tells us, while the other band members nod their heads in confirmation. Kris also adds the performance at Exit festival in Novi Sad and recalls the feeling while watching the footage of that concert: "It's a particularly strange feeling when you see that endless sea of people, which you're not even aware of while you're on stage." "Yes." Jure agrees, "Some concerts really knock you off your feet. That was one of those." Bojan recalls another one: "For me, it was crazy at Wkrwglca in Sežana." The others join in laughing. They start listing who they were performing with that night. "MRFY, VAZZ live, Jet Black Diamonds... there were several Slovenian performers who we met again and the audience was really warm", Bojan recalls. "I felt like I was at one of those nostalgic college parties from the 80s that our parents used to tell us about."

(Photo: Vita Orehek)

We finally got to the topic of fans, and as soon as we asked if they could share any interesting or crazy fan-related stories with us, the guys went quiet and thoughtful. "People ask this all the time, and we still don't have the right answer," Kris notes, which prompts laughter from the others. We learn that they're always met by fans at the airport in Finland, where they have quite a large fanbase, and how much that means to them. Then, completely casually, they mentioned the voodoo dolls they had received as gifts. Tesa and I just looked at each other, we had to find out more. "They made dolls of all the band members in our Eurovision outfits. We actually got them twice, but they were only presented as voodoo dolls the first time," Kris explains with a laugh. Some band members still keep their dolls safe at home, while Kris, for example, doesn't even know where his is.

While they tell us about events from the concerts, like the one where Bojan's jacket was stolen or where they had a backstage in the middle of the forest marked only by tape around the trees, Tesa and I wonder if there is anything that fans still don't know about the band. There's silence again, and I can almost see them jogging their memories with serious expressions. Then they remember - they don't like making music videos.

Namely, it always happens by chance that they shoot music videos in winter, and in rooms without heating. Or, let's say, the fact that Kris has a talent for finding trashy music, or as Bojan calls him - "the best music editor for trashy music". Surely even the most loyal fans don't know that if they were to choose a name now, it definitely wouldn't be Joker Out. Some members of the band don't like the name at all, and Kris adds that it calms him down that his father doesn't like his band's name either, so they almost comfort each other by listing bands they know have a similar story with the name. Speaking of the name of the band itself, we were interested in how the name Joker Out came about. Kris starts the story and explains that it all started in a group chat where everyone actually met, and of course, at some point, like every band, they needed a name. Someone suggested the word "Joker". Since that word was not enough, they also added "Out". The proposal received three likes and the name stuck. Bojan continues: "I remember we were thinking then - if Ota Roš says our name in Pop In and if it sounds good, then it's the right name."

(Photo: Vita Orehek)

Through talking and evoking memories, we've gone way back, to the time before Joker Out was created. At the age of eleven, Bojan was in his first band called No Name, which lasted only a few weeks and played only one song, 'Tears in Heaven'. After that, he was in the band Apokalipsa, which disbanded when, as he says, he "stole" Jan and Nace¹ from other bands, and that's how Joker Out was born.

¹There has been a mistake in the original article. This should say: “Bojan "stole" Jan and Kris from other bands”, not Nace as originally mentioned.

If they had to single out their favourite or most important moment in their entire career, Jan would choose their first concert at Cvetličarna, because it seemed to him that it was then that he felt the turning point in the band's recognition for the first time. It was their first big solo concert, two in a row, both sold out. "Even if we played at Madison Square Garden now, I don't know if it would be as big a step forward as it was then. I don't think I'll ever experience that kind of adrenaline again." Nace points out that the breakthrough moment for him was the concert in Dublin, when they performed abroad for the first time and the audience sang the lyrics along with them. Jure, on the other hand, says that he will never forget the moment of entering the Eurovision final, when everyone sat together on the couch and nervously waited for the result. There was only one spot left when they were announced as finalists and the name Joker Out appeared on the screen.

Kris concludes that he could hardly single out just one moment, because the whole of the year 2023, along with the experience of Eurovision and the European tour, was the best year of his life. Bojan follows up on Jan's words and says that the concert in Cvetličarna was also a turning point for him: "I have never felt such sincere and pure happiness as after that concert, when I cried continuously for at least 45 minutes. I simply broke down under the weight of all the emotions; all the people I love the most were there with me and then, maybe for the first and last time, I felt like the best thing in my life had just happened. Then I also announced a concert at Stožice, which really came true."

(Photo: Vita Orehek)

I can't help but try to imagine what they were like almost ten years ago when they formed the band, thinking about what they wanted to play and what messages their lyrics would convey. Whenever I have the chance to look at young people full of enthusiasm, who really love what they do, I root for them inside. And that is even more powerful when I see how much they have succeeded. There's no doubt that Joker Out have come a long way, and who knows, maybe a very difficult way to get to where they are today. They're currently the most popular Slovenian band, whose songs are sung by fans all over Europe, posting covers of their hits or interpretations of their songs in their own languages on TikTok. If there's anything left of those teenagers, it's the positive energy between them, mutual jokes, contagious laughter and sincere friendship.

Also, they've kept that modesty which you can feel when they talk about their successes and milestones in their careers and the respect they have for each other and for their work. At the same time, I can't help but imagine where else their musical path will take them. With their music and visual presence, they are undoubtedly the messengers of their generation, and the feeling that great milestones, successes and endeavors are ahead of them is almost palpable. Therefore, I can only congratulate the guys on all their achievements and the new album and wish them a big – Carpe Diem!

(Photo: Vita Orehek)

#joker out #jokeroutsubs #bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjeticanin #jan peteh #nace jordan #kris guštin #kris gustin #jure macek #jure maček #source: vogue adria #year: 2024 #og language: serbian #og language: slovenian #og language: croatian #jo: all members #type: article

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suhnshinehaos · 1 year ago

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growing pains : act three, part fifteen (2/2)

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor act three, part fifteen (2/2) wc : 1k

act three : the unexpected love ➤ part 15 : infinite mornings

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting.

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you have to stop yourself from running your fingers through his hair. it falls just past his brows, and the salty sea breeze covers your arms in goosebumps.

or perhaps it’s just because you could feel his knuckles brushing against your skin.

minghao has to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing your hand. he knows it would feel warm against his, a welcome reprieve from the cold morning air.

but he settles on keeping his hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants.

there’s a silence that envelops the two of you, and he’s waiting for you to say whatever it was you wanted to say. there’s a million thoughts that’s racing through his mind. while he cherishes each moment he spent with you, he can’t help but wonder what made you want to move this little bit trip up so fast. and on such short notice too.

you notice the small furrow between his brows. “what are you thinking about?”

“whatever it is you’re thinking about.”

his voice is calm, collected, and for some reason it sets a fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach. it felt silly, really, having a little crush. if you could even call it that. you’re no longer a teenager, noticing that your closest childhood friend has been growing cuter and cuter over the years. you’re no longer a college student or in your early twenties holding on to a relationship that isn’t officially one.

this was an entirely different thing. you’re both well into your twenties. he’s a respected figure in your industry, and you’d like to think that you were on your way to becoming one too. if this new opportunity goes the way you hope it does.

the two of you sit on a couple of rocks by the shore, knees and shoulders brushing. it’s quite uncomfortable, but neither of you shift in position.

“minghao, can i be honest?”

“with me? always, yn.” he looks at you, and he doesn’t ask what made you wonder that, he just waits for you to continue.

“i’m terrified, hao.”

minghao pushes past his initial apprehension and reaches out to place his hand on top of yours, urging you to tell him more. if you were going to be brave enough to tell him what’s bothering you, he was going to be brave enough to let you know that he stands by you through it. even in the simplest gesture that he could think of.

you take a deep breath and let it all out. jihoon going on tour, and the multiple photoshoots that seungcheol has booked for you along the way — with publications and people that you thought you would only dream of ever working with.

“and i wonder-” you pause, and minghao squeezes your hand. “what if i’m not cut out for this? seungcheol and ji are placing so much trust in me and i don’t know if i can live up to that! i’m not you-”

“you’re going to do great.”

minghao cuts you off, and the certainty in his words takes you aback. you blink and let out a breath. “how do you know?”

“you’re not me.”

minghao lets go of your hand and you try not to feel disappointed at the loss of contact. you still do, but the disappointment disappears when he places his hands on your shoulders to look you in the eyes. your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

“you’re you, yn. you’re creative in ways that i’m not, free and dynamic and you’re going to do wonderful because you are. you’re not me, and i’m not you. just because your strengths are different from mine doesn’t mean you’re less than me.”

you manage a smile, and he offers you a smile back.

“you might actually just be better than me.”

you roll your eyes and shrug his hands off your shoulders, still trying to quell the beating of your heart. “well now you’re pushing it.”

minghao chuckles, low and soft. “i’m more worried about who i’m going to be making tea for.”

“i’m sure you’ll live.” you shake your head, the weight in your chest slowly starting to disappear. the worry is still there, but minghao’s words offer you a sense of comfort.

minghao holds a hand over his heart, pretending like he had just been shot. he smiles wider when you laugh. “you underestimate my need to make you tea in the morning.”

“well, infinite mornings.”

you echo what he had once said to you and minghao hopes you don’t notice the heat rising to his cheeks. he holds on to the bravery and confidence he had earlier, “that only works if you come back to me.”

“will you be waiting?” you laugh, tilting your head up to the pale blue sky and hoping he doesn’t notice the slight shake in your voice. if he doesn’t answer, you could chalk it up to just a joke. but still you hold your breath.

he nudges your shoulder with his, making you look back at him. “with tea and a smile.”

the air stills and you let out an exhale. you’re not too sure what to say, before you could even think of the right words, minghao’s voice once again falls on your ears.

“do your best, like i know you will. just shine.”

you think of all the words of wisdom and comfort he’s said to you, the advice he’s given, the several impromptu photoshoots with him, “i will, for you.”

“not for me.” minghao shakes his head. “for you.”

you nod, and you take out your phone to confirm to seungcheol that you’ll be going. minghao listens to your call with a proud smile, a slight sting in his heart knowing how much he’d miss you.

then again, infinite mornings.

he just hopes you hold up to your end of the bargain, because he definitely will.

from reese, with love

there aren't enough words to describe how much i missed ynhao, writing in general, and being on here. thank you so much for reading this, i can't make any promises right now but i missed this. i'd really love to know what you think, hope you're doing well and taking care!

#🎐 — growing pains!#seventeen x reader #minghao x reader #seokmin x reader #mingyu x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen smau #seventeen fluff #seventeen series #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #svt smau #svt series #minghao imagines #minghao fluff #minghao smau

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blanketforcas · 9 months ago

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jensen talking about dean not being sure what kind of love cas meant exactly because he's an angel etc etc, to talking about dean realizing he should've said it back, but adding the caveat of dean loving cas "much like sam" to "i'm sure it would go how we all think it would go" and there being a "big embrace" to "it's clear text" but also saying "whenever they do have a reunion it's just understood" like my guy what does that MEAN what does it all mean.

"it's just understood" so what, they give each other a nod that communicates a mutual understanding of their love and then go on their way to start the next adventure? or "it's understood and they start kissing each other about it first"? the latter being a bit more in line with "how we all think it would go". and yes he tried to stick to cas' side of things cause he won't reveal dean's side, and i suppose that's what he's getting at when he's saying "it's just understood" but it ends up sounding a little bit. comedic? kinda? cause he's trying to avoid answering what we really want to know here. and don't talk to me about How The Industry Works cause i know he's being as vague as possible for a reason, but even if he wasn't, this still would be the best and "easiest" way (still hard to be threading the needle on this ofc) to talk about it. cause i don't believe it would be easier if he "picked a side": a hard stance either way would be too risky in such a divided fandom, especially the people going to (multiple) cons, and it doesn't seem to be in his nature to rock the boat. i don't remember if there was a point i was trying to make, but it's been fascinating to see his answer change over time, whether that was testing out the waters for how honest he could be or just his own process in real time. perhaps a mix of both. there's also the fact he pitched an empty rescue for the revival which feels like it reveals a lot about jensen's stance on everything but could basically be net zero information too. this has been a ramble lol i apologize. and i don't care if you think of jensen as some kind of brilliant gay hollywood hustler or if you think he might actually sabotage destiel, or anything in between, but i do wish we'd be a little more understanding of our differing opinions on this. i'll just be here trying to figure out a way to kidnap and interrogate the man in the meantime

#destiel #there was no need for this post to be that long

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seravphs · 2 years ago

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — IDOL! GOJO x ROCKSTAR! FEM READER

Gojo loves the untouchable. You’re an off limits rockstar who thinks he’s an idiot. The only thing he can do is take that as a challenge, right?

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tags — non detailed mention of idol industry EDs, pride and prejudice type energy tbh, reader is a little superior about being in a rock band and not “selling out”, Gojo has an annoying habit of pointing out their hypocrisy, sneaking around because you’re public figures, nsfw jokes, minor nongraphic blood

Gojo’s not your usual type. He’s too pretty for that, with those long lashes like a doll’s. They’re stark against his pale skin when he flirts with you, peering alluringly at you through half closed eyes like the cheap tricks that get his fangirls to scream will work on you.

He’s too easy to break for your taste, but from what you hear on Twitter, that’s why people like him. There’s something charming about the gap in his image that draws people in. People are dying for a taste of vulnerability because he's so cocky, but it's easy to make him beg.

There’s a million clips all over the internet of the moments he’s caught off guard, carefully hoarded instances in his career where a genuine embarrassed flush comes over his cheekbones, made into gifs and Tik Toks and YouTube videos.

That’s not your thing.

You like people with tough hearts and tougher reputations. People who could take the beating of public opinion without a flinch, not some soft spoken idol who needs his management to hold his hand through an apology. You like your fans, but they know their limit with you.

It’s not love, not like with an idol. It would never be, you made sure of it. You’d quit before you ever issued an apology for dating someone.

You hate to be a stereotype almost as much as you hate the idea of becoming a pushover, but you’ve dated a string of bad boy exes who were all exactly what you would expect for the lead singer of a rock band. A little rough around the edges, dark and smoldering. Men who would wear your red lipstick marks like a badge of honor. People who had never even heard of something like an idol image.

Maybe that’s why no one saw it coming. You were safe, established. Gojo was out of your usual pitch.

It’s too bad for the fans that you’ve always been a bit of a daredevil. Trying new things has never scared you. You’ve always been willing to test your limits to find the gold in the muck. That’s how you grow.

That’s how you ended up here, sitting thigh to thigh with the boy wonder of the idol industry.

“Aren’t you playing a dangerous game here?” You ask as he nudges even closer to you, far beyond what you’re sure his fans will permit. You’ve heard horror stories about the lengths people will go to if they see their idols even look at someone of the opposite gender.

“Why, you scared?”

“You wish. You’re the idol here. It’s your reputation on the line.”

He smiles at you, saccharine sweet. “I don’t like letting other people control me.”

That earns your begrudging respect, even if his bony knee is knocking into yours. He’s so lanky it makes you a touch concerned. Shoko’s girlfriend is an idol, and she’s constantly sneaking her food under her manager’s notice.

That’s another reason why you could never be an idol. Letting someone else dictate your life like that sounds like hell. It was hard enough to convince you to be here in the first place.

Your band doesn’t do promotion, least of all you. It’s all homegrown talent and homegrown fans, but you’re in stasis. Your growth has plateaued. Like all artists, you’re beholden to bills to pay to keep the music going. You’re big enough to know when you have to make sacrifices.

It’s nothing personal. That’s just the industry, from pop stars to idols to bands like you. If nothing else, you all share the solidarity of giving anything for the music. You just think you have a harder limit for anything than idols do.

The host kicks off the segment before you have time to do further analysis.

“Welcome back to Hot or Not, the variety show where we pit your favorite internet heartthrobs against each other! Please welcome today’s guests - they may not be the duo you expect!”

The camera pans to you and Gojo. His smile is instant, soft and natural, as real as if he were genuinely overjoyed to be here. You have to give him props for that, at least. He’s good at his job.

As soon as the camera pans to you, his expression flickers and returns to bored disinterest. He yawns, his teeth pearly white. Veneers, maybe. His tongue flicks around the sharp tip of one canine, his smirk nearly fanged. There’s the feature he’s so famous for, the one that has him edited into cat reaction memes all across the internet. Kitty Gojo and his kitten fangs.

He’s a grown man. You think you’d jump off a building before you let your teenage girl fans put cat ears on you and coo at you.

To each their own, you guess. Gojo didn’t seem that perturbed by it. To be fair, he didn’t seem perturbed by anything.

“Let’s start with Gojo! Remember, if you don’t feel like answering a question, we’ll put you in a surprise challenge with your partner.”

“Sure,” he says easily. “I’m an open book.”

“Let’s start easy. What’s your favorite song off your new album, Blue Spring?”

Gojo makes a face. “Pass.”

“Sorry, maybe you didn’t understand the question-“

“No, I got it. That’s boring,” he says. “Give me the challenge.”

You’re amused despite yourself, and fighting not to let it show. There’s the troublesome personality you’ve heard so much about. He wouldn’t be half so popular if he wasn’t so pretty, but that attitude and that face made for a dangerous combination.

The host is trying to salvage the situation with an easygoing laugh. Backstage, you hear someone mutter, “Gojo is gojo-ing again.”

It’s all so funny until you realize he’s dragging you into his mess as they set up the challenge.

Your host explains the rules too quickly for you to catch in their entirety, but it’s something along the lines of a staring contest. You’re supposed to do everything in your power to make the other lose a straight face, with words or actions.

“Are you allowed to do this?” You joke as they start strapping the electrodes on you to measure your heart rate.

“What do you mean?” Gojo’s mussing his hair up so he looks more artistically roguish.

“You know, just being an idol and all. I figured you wouldn’t be able to do things like this without your fangirls jumping on you.”

“Ah,” he says, scooting his chair closer to you. You’re knee to knee as they finish the last details of fiddling with machine. “You’re one of those types?”

“And that means?”

“You think I’m an idiot because I’m an idol.”

“I didn’t say that,” you protest, watching the monitor to make sure your heart rate isn’t jumping with your words. It’s just a game, but you’re competitive.

“No, but you’re thinking it. What else? Maybe you think idols are also soulless grifters?”

You wince. It’s not that you think so terribly of idols, per se, you just understand and recognize their need to please their company. They’re products before they’re people.

“I got it right, huh?” He’s pleased with himself.

“Am I wrong?” You retort. “You’re really going to tell me you love singing your overproduced pop music for the tween girls who will buy anything you put out as long as you’re pretty enough?”

“Aren’t you here too? Lot of talk for someone who’s sitting right next to the sellout. You know what they say about birds of a feather…”

It’s all in a whisper, so no one else hears - or sees your startled reaction to find out the pampered show dog has a little bite in him. You could retaliate, but if you’re being honest?

This makes you respect him more.

He’s right, anyway. You did sell out by being on this show.

The machine beeps. He smiles, slow and sweet - or at least it would be if you didn’t already know there was an edge to it. “I win.”

“Wow!” You’ve never found the host more annoying. “That got heated at the end, didn’t it, folks? Do you mind sharing what Gojo said?”

You smile at the camera in a way that feels more like you’re beating your teeth. “It’s a secret.”

You’re not mad at him. If anything, you’re impressed. The person you’re really disappointed with is yourself.

So he’s not what he thought you were. So he challenged your biased preconceptions on idols. So what?

It doesn’t mean anything, but you can’t get him out of your head.

The rest of the show is an easy and welcome distraction from your inner turmoil over the possibility of maybe potentially tolerating an idol. Throwing out witty answers and being neck to neck with Gojo in winning mini games is much preferable to having to experience emotions. It’s only when it’s over that the problems start.

You watch as he gets up, biting your lip and debating to yourself. It’s only when he’s halfway out the door that you make your decision. You’ve always been a do or die kind of girl.

“Hey. Want to get dinner?”

You just want to make sure he’s eating. No other reason.

His manager frowns behind him.

“We’re in a weird spot,” he says. “The only thing around are convenience stores.”

“That’s fine,” you say. “We can get instant ramen.”

“I’ve never had instant noodles,” Gojo says.

“Seriously?”

“No, not seriously,” he scoffs. “Just what kind of lives do you think we lead?”

“Deprived ones,” you toss over your shoulder as you lead him towards your monster of a customized car.

“Oh, no,” his manager is beginning, but Gojo is already sliding comfortably into the passenger seat. His poor manager looks nervously at you as you turn the keys. “Are you sure that thing is safe?”

“Don’t worry,” you tell him. “If this thing crashes, I’m in here too.”

You don’t think that reassures him, but your own manager will handle it. You pull out of the parking space and head for the road.

Gojo’s impatient. He tries the handle almost before you’re done parking. You’re like that too - always ready to move. This time, you’re one step ahead. You lock the door before he can leave. He gives you a startled look and glances outside again, clearly weighing his options.

“Relax,” you say. “I’m not a crazed fan. Put these on before we attract an actual stalker of yours.”

You toss him a hat, sunglasses, and a mask. You’ve started keeping them in your car ever since you’ve been hanging out with Shoko and her girlfriend, who was famous enough to get recognized in the street for her autograph. He wrinkles his nose but obediently puts them on.

It doesn’t do much to hide his overall air of Gojo-ness. He steps into the store like he owns it, which he very well could.

The steam rises from your bowls and coats Gojo’s sunglasses. You’re surprised he can see inside, but he has no trouble navigating. He tells you he has 20/20 vision.

One thing leads to another and suddenly he’s bragging about his perfect grades when he attended school. He’s a natural genius, which isn’t really a surprise.

“I thought you were supposed to be a bad boy,” you tease. His glasses are slipping down his nose. You reach out to push them back up before anyone notices. His eyes are rather remarkable, after all. Anyone would be able to tell who he was at a glance.

“Me?” He gives a choked laugh. It sounds nice. You’ve haven’t heard it before, not during the show. He was more polished then. The ways in which he rebels against being an idol show up unexpectedly. “Nah. That’s all Getou. He’s the one with a hidden face. You wouldn’t believe what he’s like when the cameras are off.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you,” you joke.

“I’m serious,” he whines. “I’m pretty sheltered. Grew up rich, you know?”

Who doesn’t know? The Gojo name is pretty famous. One of the biggest conglomerates in the entire world, it broke major news outlets when the heir chose to be an idol instead of the next president.

He’s always been in the public eye, but kept separate like art at a museum. You have a nasty tendency of wanting to ruin things that you’ve been purposefully warned away from. It’s sort of a thing of yours, a bad habit you haven’t put too much effort into breaking. The more impermissible something is, the more likely you are to try, like a cat knocking a glass of water off a table.

Corruptible isn’t the exact right word, but it’s what comes to mind. You want to mess him up a little. Put your grubby rockstar hands on him and leave smears behind so his fangirls see his tainted reputation. You don’t, of course. It’s just a passing thought that you wouldn’t risk actually jeopardizing his career for.

It would just be nice to see him live a little more freely.

The temptation clears with the last of your noodles disappearing into your mouth. There are things that are off limits for both of you. Those are just the sacrifices you’ve made for your dreams. That’s all there is to it.

It’s so good you sigh at the loss of it, mourning your empty bowl. Gojo’s almost done himself. The minute he finished his noodles, he lets out a breath to mirror yours, then laughs once he catches himself.

“Come on,” you say. “Let’s get you home.”

You think that’s the end of it. There’s no reason to go any further. You met an idol and he obliterated your previously held prejudices. You’ll never meet again.

That’s not quite how it works out.

When your manager offers you another chance to see Gojo, it’s nonchalant. “Remember that idol you were partnered with on that variety show? I know you don’t like those types, but you seemed to tolerate him well enough. There’s another-“

A yes flies out of your mouth so quickly it’s embarrassing.

Your manager pauses. His eyes narrow. “Didn’t expect you to be so eager, but okay.”

Your face burns with embarrassment. This isn’t like you at all. Even with your exes, you had been cool and level headed. Always the prize, never the one to give chase.

He’s interesting, you try to rationalize it to yourself. You like interesting. Life was mind numbing without a kick, and he was the latest thrill. It didn’t mean anything more.

It’s another variety show. Apparently the two of you had been so popular as a pair that they wanted more.

Gojo’s in the makeup chair when you arrive. The artist is scolding him for blinking while she applies his mascara. He’s whining about his dry eyes.

“Don’t be a baby,” you say, dropping into the chair next to him.

“But that’s what I’m best at!”

“You’re so weird,” you laugh.

The makeup artist groans. “Please don’t encourage him.”

Only Gojo would take that as encouragement. He rolls his eyes and receives a light swat across the shoulder for his troubles. You play around on your phone while you wait for her to be free, but soon grow bored. Instead, you watch her swipe powder across Gojo’s face and dab cream onto the apples of his cheeks.

“Stop staring,” he says.

“How do you know I’m staring? Your eyes are closed.”

“I can feel it.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“You’re such a bad liar,” he says, and you know he’s just messing around at this point because you’re an incredible liar. It’s your best quality.

Falling into banter with Gojo is as easy as breathing. It’s no trouble at all to replicate it on the show. From the shadow, your manager gives you a double thumbs up. Dork.

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that you’re doing this to drum up popularity for your tour. You’re not the only one having trouble. Gojo pulls you aside after filming wraps up to give you his personal number on the phone he’s not supposed to have.

At night, you get an alert that you’ve received something from Gojo. It’s not a message. It’s a notification that you can save three tickets to your digital wallet.

A speech bubble pops up.

Come to my concert, he says. I got you VIP seats.

Gojo’s impressed you, but you still don’t know about the rest of his band. You’re not sure you want to watch pretty men lip sync and grind on the stage for two hours, but when you tell Shoko, she offers to bring Utahime. That’s conveniently three, so you might as well.

VIP seats don’t include backstage, so you’re surprised when security comes to retrieve you. There’s no backstage pass for this concert, actually, confusing you all the more.

Shoko flaps her hand dismissively at you, encouraging you on. By her side, Utahime is trying to feed her snacks. Satisfied that they’re comfortable, you follow the guard to Gojo’s dressing room. He leaves you there without a word.

After five minutes of waiting for something to happen, you knock. Instantly, Gojo’s voice invites you in.

He’s sitting in front of the dresser, fiddling with his earrings. You’ve noticed seven piercings in total - three on his right lobe, two on his left, and one conch on either side. Before you knew him, you would’ve been surprised an idol would be allowed to get so many. Now you know he bends the rules whenever he’s able.

“Pass me that?” You hand him the disinfectant. “Thanks. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Then why’d you send me tickets?”

“Thought my roguish good looks and natural charm would win you over,” he says with a smile that says he’s only half joking.

“You’re insufferable,” you say as you bat his hands away from his ear. “Let me do that.”

His hair is soft as cygnet down as you brush it behind his ear. There’s something innocent about his expression like this, watching him from above. His eyes are closed, breaths soft and even as he waits for you.

The silver pools in your hand as you thread it through his ear, a waterfall released when it hooks on. He wears a lot of silver, you’ve noticed. His stylists favor colors that should wash him out but only make him look more angelic. Pale blue silk trims his form, encrusted with embellishments to make him look prince-like. There are sparkles in the inner corner of his eye, soft blush on his cheekbones to make him look sweet.

He’s anything but when his eyelids flutter open and he notices you watching. A smile almost cruel tugs at his lips. His hand reaches for you as if-

There’s a knock on his door for the last curtain call.

“That’s me.” He stands up, brushing his lap off without a trace of anything other than professionalism. He’ll leave you wondering what he was going to do. It’s terrible how good he is at this, though you suppose it’s his job to leave people wanting more. “Keep an eye out for me on stage, will you?”

It’s hard not to. Your eyes are polarized to him. Even when something else catches your attention, like fireworks or confetti, he pulls it back. Greedy, that one.

You’re not the only one. The crowd lives for him. There’s something electric about him on stage. He naturally draws attention with that height and attitude and face, but what happens when he’s performing is inexplicable. You’d call it a religious experience if you believed in a god.

Fate has never factored into your life, but now you’re starting to consider worship. Gojo performs like he was born to be an idol.

Keep an eye out for me, he says, as if you’d have any trouble. You’ll dream about him tonight. The way his mouth fits so sensuously over the words of a love song snags your thoughts like a fishhook. Sick desires run through your blood, each more depraved than the last.

You want to watch him shed his beautiful silk skin for you, become nothing more than man again. You must retract your prior confession. There’s no longing for the altar in you, only a love of sacrilege.

Gojo asks for coffee easily, as if you’re two normal people and not celebrities with a lot to lose if you were caught together. You can’t let him outdo you, so you agree. These are the reasons why your manager curses your recklessness. Shoko calls it bravery, when she’s feeling sweet on you.

The second message comes a second later.

Gojo Satoru 11:25 I only said it to see if you’d agree Here’s my address lol can’t believe you said yes Attachment

You think he gives his address out too freely for a man worth 30 million. The feeling only intensifies as you get out of your car and thank your driver. His gates are pearly instead of the standard matte black, a stark declaration of wealth. He’s practically asking for an incident to happen.

Security buzzes you in. Someone in a white dress - an honest to god maid - leads you to a mini kitchen where Gojo’s waiting. His hair is wet and dripping down his back where his powder blue shirt is darkened to a navy. You thought you had gotten used to overblown displays of money after your first three years in the music industry. Clearly, you were mistaken.

He looks up as you enter, reading a trashy tabloid as he stirs whipped cream into a tall glass of something that looks more like a sugary heart attack than coffee.

You’ve never seen his bare face, you realize. Even that moment when you had walked in on him and the makeup artist, he had been nearly done. He looks practically the same without makeup. People with genetic good looks like him only need to enhance their appearance the tiniest amount.

What really strikes you is how earnest he looks, soft and open-hearted, though that might be because you’ve caught him in his home. This is what you wanted - him without his skin on, naked and without pretense. He’s wearing cotton pajamas and white slippers.

“I thought you’d come later,” he says. “Sorry I got started without you. I was feeling something sweet.”

“I’m early, though?”

“I’m always late,” he says with a one shouldered shrug. “Thought you might be too. Guess you’re not my perfect girl after all, huh?”

You shove his arm off the armrest of his chair to perch on it, ignoring the perfectly good chair across from him. This is better, anyway, easier to talk to him. “Don’t be absurd. I’m everyone’s dream girl.”

Gojo chuckles. “I like confident women.”

There’s been a question on your mind for a while. You knew his group was popular, but all this? Maybe you should’ve become an idol after all.

“Where’s the rest of your band? I thought idols shared rooms.”

“Some do,” he says. “Not so much when you make it big. But this is my family home, so none of that applies.”

Gojo Satoru of the Gojo conglomerate. How had you forgotten? It shouldn’t be so easy to ignore something like that.

Gojo shifts the conversation easily, but you notice. So he doesn’t like the connection, then. “How was the concert?”

“Don’t fish for compliments,” you say, stealing a sip of his drink before it reaches his mouth. It’s too sweet for anyone’s standards. You spit it back into the cup. He takes it from you, eyes it consideringly, and takes a sip anyways.

Your mouth drops. “You’re so gross.”

“Only for you, baby,” he moans, humor like a teenage boy. “Call me names again.”

You roll your eyes at him.

“It’s fine, it’s just saliva. Now tell me the truth. You couldn’t take your eyes off me, could you?”

They’d probably sooner pop out of your head and roll away than leave the sight of him, but you can’t tell him that after all you’ve said about idols. Instead, you push off your seat to go rummage through his cabinets. He has a fully stocked coffee cart in this room and the very latest espresso machine, all to choose his diabetic monstrosity instead.

“You don’t need to respond,” he says cheerfully. “Your silence tells me everything I need to know.”

“Do you think you know me that well?” You shoot back. His fridge is so big you think you could fit into it. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’ve registered that he’s moved from his seat as well, and now stands just behind you.

“Of course I know you,” he says. “I understood you the moment we met.”

“You’re very confident,” you note.

You have a weakness for confident men.

“So you liked my concert. Can I come to yours?”

You imagine Gojo in a mosh pit for a second. It sends you into a laughing fit while he stands there, bemused. You can’t shake the incongruous picture of him, with his face like a carefully crafted porcelain doll, getting rowdy and wild with your fans. Ridiculous. Never in a million years.

“We don’t have VIP seats,” you warn him.

“So?”

“So it can get dangerous.”

“Aw, you do care about me.”

“I care about the fat lawsuit your company’s going to send me when their moneymaker breaks his leg at my concert. It’s not happening.”

“You scared?”

“No, but maybe you should be.”

“Come on,” he says. When had he gotten so close? It’s distracting. “I know you’ll take care of me.”

Gojo had invited you to his concert. It’s only right to return the favor. An idea starts forming in your head, though you’re not sure it’s a good one. You tell him anyway.

Usually when soundcheck is over, you have a little bit of downtime to relax backstage. You’re expecting someone tonight, however.

A rough knock on the door announces Satoru Gojo, spoken in your security guard’s rough voice. Well, he really introduces him as pretty boy idol, but you can guess who it is.

He looks discomfited, a rare occurrence, as he closes the door behind him.

“What’s with you?”

“You’ve got groupies,” he says, looking rattled.

You fight a smile.

“Don’t laugh,” he pouts. “They’re insane. One of them tried to chase me here.”

You can’t help yourself. A giggle bursts out of you. When he tries to leave, you pin his hand to the handle and coo reassurances at him so he won’t.

When you head out the door, he surprises you by grabbing your hand. It’s as nonchalant as anything he does, so you rise to the challenge he sets by refusing to react to it. You only separate once you reach the stairs; him to the spot you’ve made for him behind the barricade, you to the stage.

This is one of your favorite venues, moody and atmospheric. The lights are dimmed to your preferred setting, but your eyes adjust quickly. Your crowd is restless tonight, shifting on their feet as whispers follow raucous laughter through the crowd. Noise on noise, the way you like it.

The wood of the floor is a little sticky beneath your boots as you walk. That’s history gumming the soles of your shoes, generations of artists before you. You’re starting to feel it now, the electric thrum of pure joy in your blood.

Shoko is strumming light tunes on her guitar to warm up, her eyes closed. You hope she doesn’t take it too hard that Utahime couldn’t make it tonight, though you know if she’s upset, she’ll channel into her music.

The crowd settles as the hour draws closer. Shoko’s fingers are liquid now, running through chords effortlessly. You wrap the cord of the microphone around your hands, letting the tension build mindlessly. A stage is like home to you. The crowd plays in the palm of your hand, energy ebbing and flowing as you will it.

It starts with a guitar solo from Shoko. By then, the crowd is already burning with excitement. The first burst of sound from the speakers has them roaring, cheering even though there’s no lyrics to it. The smallest smile touches her lips as she plays to the crowd, showing off exactly why she’s lead guitar for the greatest band in the world right now.

You step in on her heels, your voice rising over the music. Back before you knew how this felt, you almost quit singing, annoyed by the sound you were forced into. This is more your tempo. The almost guttural curl to the ends of your words, the rasp of your hoarse voice - this is beautiful to you.

The crowd is yours. Anything that goes on is within your jurisdiction, higher than any judge or god. You notice everything in your realm.

People are starting to move now, their bodies falling victim to the music. Their mouthes form the vowels and consonants of the lyrics as their bodies shudder and jerk, chained to the rhythm. Bodies ricochet off each other, love taps of respect for your aggressive voice, soaring above it all.

In the corner, there’s a violent eye of a storm. You think it’s a particularly enthusiastic dancer - perhaps a circle is about to form - before you realize what’s actually going on.

A fight is breaking out. You catch a glimpse of snow white hair, realize it’s near the barricade, and your stomach drops.

It’s Gojo and another man, ignoring the security guard trying to separate them. You try to stay professional and play through it, but then you see red.

Gojo’s hand flies to his face, his nose dripping with crimson. He doesn’t look any more injured than that, but you’re angry enough to step in now. Shoko stops as soon as you hold your hand out, the music veering into a screeching crash.

“You, in the black tee!” You realize you should’ve been more specific when what looks like the entire crowd looks down at their equally black shirts. “No, the one that just punched Gojo Satoru. Yeah, you, asshole! No fighting at my gigs! Especially not my guests!”

He had the audacity to yell back. “I was just showing him a warm welcome!”

You climb off the stage. Gojo didn’t show any fear while he got hit, but there’s concern in his eyes now as you drop to the ground by him.

“Wait,” he says, “wait, wait. I don’t think you should-“

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap, pushing him behind you until his back hits the stage. “Let me handle this.”

You get in the man’s face. His eyes are bloodshot - drunk, probably. “Who do you think you are, starting shit at my shows?”

“You’ve sold out,” he slurs. Definitely drunk. “He doesn’t belong here.”

“You don’t get to tell me who can or can’t come to my goddamn show,” you snarl, vicious and low. “Get out.”

“You can’t-“

“Get out before I make them drag you out.”

When he doesn’t move, you motion security over. “Does anyone else have any complaints?”

The crowd is eerily silent for something that was moving like a beast with one mouth before, singing in unison. You clamber back on stage, turning around to grab Gojo’s hand.

“What?” He says.

“Up. Now.” Your tone brooks no argument. You haul him up with you. He stands awkwardly as you drag him towards your mic stand, your arm slung around his shoulder. There’s still blood on his face.

“Gojo Satoru is a very dear friend of mine,” you announce into the mic. You see the confused looks in the crowd. Even Shoko seems wary. This wasn’t on the schedule. “If you're a real rock fan, you'd know that music is more than genre. I get it! I didn’t think idols were anything more than corporate shills either-“

“Harsh,” he whispers under his breath, unable to control himself even now.

“But he proved me wrong. He’s a real performer, just like I am, and I expect the same respect for him that you give to me.”

This is your crowd. They listen. Someone whistles.

You sit Gojo down, right by your feet. He gives you a bemused smile as the concert starts again, you moving around him like one of your props. He spends most of the concert lounging back, watching you through half lidded eyes.

It might’ve been enough excitement for one night, but you’ve always been the type to push your boundaries. When the idea springs into your head, you act on impulse, not giving yourself too much time to think about it as you pull Gojo to his feet.

You’re really manhandling him tonight, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s only a little startled as you pull the mic away from your face to get into his space.

You misjudged the distance. Your forehead knocks into his, just enough to sting, but not really hurt. “Do you want to try something?” Your voice is a whisper to not get picked up by the mic.

“Give it to me,” he says, and his smile is a bloody thing.

When you angle the mic towards him, you’re careful about not hitting him this time.

His voice works surprisingly well for rock. You weren’t sure he could pull off such a sound change, but he surprises you every time, matching you best for beat.

When he pulls back, your hand snakes into his hair and yanks him towards you and the mic again. He sings wholly at your command, being jerked around by your desires. It’s an inferno on stage, sweat pouring down both your faces. Behind you, the crowd is screaming so loudly it nearly deafens you.

Not a bad encore, you think as you towel off in your dressing room. Shoko left for a cool down with a bottle of ice water right before you, her post concert ritual, but the look she shot you says that you need to talk. You’ll deal with the consequences later.

For now, it’s enough to have Gojo shaking with leftover adrenaline against you as you sit him down in your chair. You press a bottle of ice against his face, watching him shiver. He’s still pretty with all the blood. Prettier, somehow, like some teenage wet dream of a vampire from a young adult novel.

You want to lick the sweat out of the hollow of his collar bones. Instead, you talk to him to rid yourself of your insane thoughts. It’s always a little crazy in your head after a good stage.

“Well?” You demand. “How was it?”

He tilts his head, considering. It makes you nervous. Now that you know how good of a performer he is, it almost feels like a test to receive his judgment.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he says, slowly.

“That good, huh?” You smile, trying to ignore the aching pressure behind your ribcage. You shouldn’t care so much what he thinks. Why does it matter?

“Yeah,” he says. “When are you free? I gotta plan our date.”

“Huh?”

“That was so sexy,” he says. “I was thinking about taking it slow, but I’m not going to last if I wait. I want to date you. I want to marry you.”

He’s starting to worry you. “Did you have a heat stroke or something? That’s really fast. Really, really fast, Gojo.”

“I’ve never been more clearheaded in my life,” he says. You only believe him when the medic clears him of any injuries, even the nose.

“We can talk about marriage later,” you say. “Why don’t you tell me about the date for now?”

Two weeks later, you’re Gojo’s plus one to his first movie premiere. It’s his debut as an actor, and it couldn’t be a better one. He escaped most of the negative pushback that usually comes with transitioning between those two industries, being naturally good at everything. Still, he had worked hard, and you’re proud of him.

It feels like you’re the only one, because the man himself doesn’t even care about his accomplishment. He’s too busy being delighted about hiding in plain sight. The cameras flash at you as you walk across the red carpet, arm in arm with Gojo. Your stylist had coordinated with his. It could almost pass for a couple’s outfits.

“You know,” he says conspiratorially. “When you defended me at the concert, I got hard.”

“I didn’t need to know that.”

“It was really hot.”

“You know there are people who can read lips, right?”

“I wish they would figure out what I’m saying.”

“Alright,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Let’s get inside.”

Dating Gojo is nothing like what you’d expected and everything like you’d expected. He keeps surprising you, doing wild things to get your attention that you never thought an idol would be willing to get their hands dirty with. He might be even more of a daredevil than you are, constantly pushing the boundaries of what you both can get away with before you’re found out.

In a way, it’s almost like you’re asking for it. You’re both straining at the bit to claim each other. It doesn’t come as a surprise when it does happen, then.

“Huh,” Gojo says over ramen. “We got papped.”

Utahime, understandably, freaks. “What? That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah?” You say. “Are the pictures good at least?”

“You know we always look good. Could’ve gotten a better angle, but whatever.”

Utahime’s working herself into a minor tizzy in the corner. “Guys, I need you to be more serious about this. This is bad! This is so bad!”

Shoko looks up from her phone and chips on the couch, lying flat on her stomach. “Hate to agree, but she’s right. What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing,” you shrug. “What’s the point? There’s nothing we can do about it. They have the evidence.”

It had been a good run. Two blissful months of peace and quiet. Sneaking around had been fun, giving you that thrill you loved every time someone failed to recognize you and Gojo behind your stupid sunglasses. Still, it was bound to fail at some point. You’re honestly surprised it lasted for as long as it had. You can’t be mad. Two months is more than you could’ve asked for.

“Well,” Gojo says. “Wee-llll.”

“Spit it out,” Utahime gripes at him.

You take another bite of ramen, content to let them argue without you.

“There is something we could do,” Gojo hedges.

“You’re so annoying,” Shoko says.

“No one thinks you’re funny,” Utahime chimes in.

“Hey! She thinks I’m funny!” Gojo frowns. “Tell them you think I’m funny.”

“Sorry, babe. I never lie to my girls.”

“Whatever,” Gojo sighs. “Guess you don’t want to hear my genius idea then.”

“Don’t be a brat,” you tease, knuckling his head. He loves it when you roughhouse with him.

“What if…” The hesitation is real this time. You can tell the difference between when he’s faking it or not. He’s a good showman, but you know him. You place an encouraging hand on his knee.

“What if we went public first?” He says it all in one breath.

You take a moment, turning the idea over in your head. It would wrest back control of the narrative to your team. Even if you might get backlash, it wouldn’t be at someone else’s hands, beholden to their mercy. You like it.

“Sure,” you say.

Gojo gapes at you. ‘That easy?’ His thoughts are written all over his face.

“Why not?” You offer him one of your easy smiles. “I’ve always wanted to say you were mine, anyway.”

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