#(THIS SONG JUST FITS THEM SUPER WELL AND EVEN HAS LIKE STAR TWINKLE SOUNDS IN IT ;;;;

[universestreasures]

The Tasuna Instrumental Theme @senpujin​​ <3

[moonlit-manifesto]

Heartbreak Red Takeover 2020

“I’ll make your heart beat again - BA-DUMP!” - Heartbreak Red (Uduki Arata)

It’s April Fool’s Day once again, and Heartbreak Red has taken over the Tsukiuta twitter account (@tsukiuta1)! Only this time - he’s taken over some of the other Tsukino Production accounts as well! If the tweet comes from an account other than the Tsukiuta account, I’ll mark it.

Heartbreak Red responds to some fans’ tweets, and they’re mostly categorized in three ways: Advice, Request, and Other. There’s a lot of tweets, so I’ll only be translating the funny ones because some are just regular advice. There’s also some news announcements like previews of Six Gravity and Procellarum’s new unit songs and a Tsukiuta official instagram account, so check out the twitter account to see those! There’s also some audio recordings too!

Read below the cut for all the Heartbreak Red goodness!

[REQUEST] Since my school is temporarily closed, I want to be cheered up by the goddesses!!

Heartbreak Red: “Hey!! Thousand Sakura Red!! Kannaduki Otaku Red!!”

Sakura Red (Chisa from Fluna):  “Since your heart is beating again, do your best!!!”

Otaku Red (Reina from Seleas): “Do you have a favorite idol? Are you reading a fun manga!? Let’s give our hearts nourishment!!!”

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[REQUEST] It’s cold and rainy today, so can I get Curry Rice Genau-san to warm up my heart with a one-liner or joke?

Heartbreak Red: “Curry Redddddd!!!”

Curry Red (You from Procella): “You can only call on me once a year! Go watch the reuploaded video from last year’s April Fool’s Day!!! 💢💢💢💢

Heartbreak Red: “That was his one-liner! Sparking Curry Red!!!”

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[REQUEST] I want to ask if Hajime-san has been eating properly!

Heartbreak Red: “Even if you’re busy, make sure to eat enough, okay?”

Hajime: “All right. Thanks...”

Heartbreak Red: “Make sure to tell Heartbreak Purple [Hajime’s ‘Heartbreak’ alter ego] that too.”

Hajime: “...I’ll tell him. By the way, I’m not Heartbreak Purple.”

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[REQUEST] Starting in April I’ll have a lot of difficult stuff going on in life, so can you and Shiki-kun cheer me on with all your strength?

Heartbreak Red: “I-It’s not Shiki-san, but...?”

Dignified Red (Shiki from SolidS): “Next year I’ll have gone around the Earth 30 times!!! And I’m still pushing on!!! I’m Dignified Red!!!!! Overcoming difficulties is a fact of life!!! Good luck!!!!”

Heartbreak Red: “Good luck~”

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[ADVICE] Until now, the only men I’ve dated have been good-for-nothing, and I’m afraid of falling in love again. Please tell me how to distinguish the good men from the bad men.

Heartbreak Red: “Looks like you had a thing for the hopeless ones. But you’re strong because you could tell they were hopeless! Do you have a friend you can trust? You can let them be the judge!”

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[REQUEST] I want to ask what’s on Chef Yoru’s menu for tonight’s dinner?

Yoru: “Katsudon!”

Heartbreak Red: “Juicy~”

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[REQUEST] Does Heartbreak Gold exist?? I want to meet the shining, sparkling Heartbreak Gold (>_<)

Heartbreak Red: “Kake...Gold!!!”

Heartbreak Gold (Kakeru from Gravi): “Gold is always getting his heart broken by lady luck (bright smile).”

Heartbreak Red: “This guy turned into a twinkling star...”

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☆Sorry For the Intrusion☆ (@solids_info)

Heartbreak Red: “Wheeeee!!!! How are you, Blushing Red 2?”

Blushing Red 2 (Dai from SolidS): “You’re here?”

Heartbreak Red: “Now for the intro!! It doesn’t matter which Twitter account - Boundary-Free Hero Heartbreak Red presents: Account Attack!!”

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Heartbreak Red: “Dai-chan-san, your line when I came in doesn’t fit with Blushing Red 2-san’s character, so instead we’ll replace it later and plan your entrance for then.”

Tsubasa: “Don’t try to protect your weird characters so stubbornly lol.”

Ichiru: “I [Love] Red Red will return, too... Issei will show up later.” [Ichiru doesn’t say the ‘love’ part cuz he’s embarassed lol]

Eichi: “You’re blushing (haha).”

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Heartbreak Red: “Uhhh so, Happy April Fool’s Day!! Here’s some pork cutlets Yorurun fried. And Purple- I mean - Hajime-san told me to contact him immediately if I run into any trouble.”

Shu: “This feels like you’re on your first outside mission.”

Rikka: “Speaking of trouble, there’s a certain someone who ran out earlier...”

Shiki: “I wonder who that could be?” [it was him]

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Dai: “Sorry for the wait.”

Issei: “Hello. Whoa, it’s Hearbreak Red-san!”

Heartbreak Red: “What’s up!”

Eichi: “This kind of sketch comedy act makes me nostalgic for those variety TV shows, haha.”

Shiki: “We’re all here now, so let’s start this thing with all of us.”

Rikka: “Yeah, let’s do it! I’ve actually been looking forward to this.”

Heartbreak Red: “Time for the SQ edition!”

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[REQUEST - SQ] Humidity makes my hair messy... What should I do? I need Rikka-san’s advice!! Also, is Shiki-san’s hair still smooth as usual? Lol

Rikka: “When you wash your hair, make sure to properly dry it. You’ll notice a difference the next day. Don’t just leave it half-wet, okay? Using hair care products will yield greater results, too! And Shiki... His hair is so smooth today that I’m angry.”

Shiki: “What can I say, I’m Mr. Smooth Hair Cuticles #1.”

Heartbreak Red: “I’m #2.”

Rikka: “I’m jealous~ (haha).”

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[ADVICE - SQ] There’s a 20cm height difference between me and the person I like! And I’m taller! I hate guys...  ( ;ᯅ; )

Shiki: “No need for that, I think that’s cool. Believe in yourself. The person you like will realize it’s cool, too.”

Heartbreak Red: “It’s a gift from the heavens. I hope the person you like will like you back!”

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[OTHER - SQ] Ichiru-kun♥ I love you ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Everyone: “Awwww!!!”

Ichiru: “Be quiet, all you adults!!!! But thank you for your message! I’m super happy! I’ll continue to do my best!”

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[REQUEST - SQ] Heartbreak Red, what do you think of Dignified Red?

Shiki: “Yeah, let’s hear it! Not that I’m Dignified Red or anything!!”

Heartbreak Red: “He has an amazing force, I’m jealous. And to possess such a grand presence really is the meaning of dignified. Dignified Red’s calm aura is so cool.”

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[REQUEST - SQ] Rikka-san!!! Rikka-saaaaaan!! What has made you smile recently?

Rikka: Yoru-kun’s delicious fried pork cutlet made me smile~ I now have a great, big smile on my face ♪”

Dai: “...Just hurry up and finish it.”

Heartbreak Red: “I like you ‘cause you eat until you’re full.”

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[OTHER - SQ] Issei-kun, are you enjoying university life?? The juniors are growing up and your horizons are expanding.

Issei: “Thank you for your message! They haven’t decided whether or not to start a new semester [due to current events, aka the corona virus], but me being impatient won’t help anything. I’ll happily wait for a decision (haha).”

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[REQUEST - SQ] I haven’t seen much interaction between Okui Tsubasa and Kagurazaka Soushi even though their image colors are both yellow. I’d like to hear a conversation between them. Please help with this, Heartbreak Red~ [originally requested on the Tsukiuta account, but he’s answering it on the SQ account]

Heartbreak Red: “I’m a man of my word, so I called Soushi over.”

Soushi: “Now that I’m here, let’s talk, Tsubasa-san.”

Tsubasa: “This somehow seems forced lolol, but sure let’s talk.”

Soushi: “Then let’s find something to do instead. Like a dance lesson or something.”

Tsubasa: “Oh, yeah. Did you know there’s a dance lesson day organized by the office? People who want to practice on their own, regardless of unit, can go.”

Soushi: “And you’re a kind senpai who treats people to things like ramen afterwards, right~?”

Tsubasa: “What an indirect way to ask for that lolol. Since you have such a big body, I’ll treat you.”

Soushi: “That’s a weird reason (lol). And I hear you always treat Dai-chan-san to things?”

Tsubasa: “That’s because Dai-chan is an eternal little brother!”

Dai: “This turned into such an embarrassing conversation...”

Rikka: “Your ears are red, Dai (haha).”

Heartbreak Red: “That’s all for the yellows’ talk!”

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Heartbreak Red: “And so, time is up!!! I’ll be taking my leave now, SQ~!!

Shiki: “He really blew in and out just like the wind (ah, youth)...  What a ‘chill dude’ (ah, youth)...”

Tsubasa: “Shiki, don’t try to use young people slang... (but he sure is a chill dude)”

Shu: “What a crazy time this session was...”

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Heartbreak Red: “Pool of Blood-kun is in his green forest. Blushing Red-kun has returned to the sky... Actually that sounds morbid, so let’s say he returned to the bottom part of the blue sky. To everyone here except Ryou-kun and Ren-kyun who are in the middle of changing clothes right now: Happy April Fool’s Day!!”

Koki: “Happy April Fool’s! I’ve been looking forward to this, haha.”

Sora: “We’ve been waiting-!”

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[He’s now infiltrated the ALIVE twitter account (@aliveinfo1)]

Heartbreak Red: “Now that I’m here, you know what that means, right? Let’s get to it!”

Nozomu: “Yeah, let’s do it!!”

Kensuke: “Answering real questions and giving advice in a rapid-fire setting is a test of idol power. I’ll do my best!”

Morihito: “I wonder what kind of messages we’ll get.”

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[OTHER - ALIVE] Kou-kun, how is your mother doing? (From: a fan of your mom)

Koki: “I didn’t even know my mom had fans (haha). Thank you on behalf of my family. She is doing just fine.”

Heartbreak Red: “This morning my mom left me this supportive message: ‘Red, do your best!’ If you could see it, it would be so embarrassing.”

Koki: “I’m sure (haha).”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] I love Pool of Blood Red-san so so much. From morning til night, I long to be a tomato crushed and eaten by him. Please, please, please let me be your tomato...!

Ryota: “I’m not Pool of Blood Red [yes he is], but I’ll tell him that for you... You want to be eaten?”

Heartbreak Red: “!!”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] When Heartbreak Red and Nozomu-kun are together, what are some common things you say? I’m curious about what happens when the two energies meet!

Heartbreak Red: “Wheeee~”

Nozomu: “Whee-whee~”

Heartbreak Red: “Weh?”

Nozomu: “Ooweh-ooweeeh~”

Heartbreak Read & Nozomu: “Wheeeeeeeee~ lololol”

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[INQUIRY - ALIVE] What does everyone in ALIVE wear to sleep?!

Heartbreak Red: “I am a capable man, so I will gather this information!!”

☆Everyone’s Sleepwear☆

Those in sweats or activewear: Sora, Soushi, Nozomu, Kensuke, Mamoru

Those in Gelato Pique [brand name of luxury sleepwear]: Ryota

Those in pajamas: Morihito, Ren, Koki

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[OTHER - ALIVE] Who is the strongest in ALIVE?

Heartbreak Red: “Time to answer with your physical skills! Let’s go!”

Everyone: “Roger!”

~ Please Hold ~

[sometime later]

Soushi: *victorious pose*

Kensuke: “Ryou’s inability to laugh makes him strong in a different sense, but this competition wasn’t about making people laugh.”

Ryota: *annoyed*

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] Mamoru-san, tell us about something that happened recently!

Mamoru: “I was thirsty at night, so I had some half-finished water bottle by my bedside. When I woke up in the morning, my face was drenched...!!”

Heartbreak Red: “I’ve never woken up to having water splashed on me, but I feel your pain.”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] Sakuraba-san, please show us your ‘dere’ [lovey] side...!!

Ryota: “One can’t just be ‘told’ to be dere... Did you forget? (laughs)”

Heartbreak Red: “An extra-large serving of dere-------”

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[OTHER - ALIVE] Sora-kun! Have you gotten any taller?!

Heartbreak Red: “Good question!!! As a matter of fact!!! They were going to make an announcement later, but!!! All of the official websites will be updating everyone’s height measurements to reflect this year!!!!

Sora: “The results will be online!!!!! (teary-eyed)”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] I want to be charismatic like Nozomu-kun! Please tell me three things I can do to be charismatic!

Nozomu: “#1: Believe in yourself! #2: Believe in those around you!! #3: Make an effort to have faith!! That’s all!”

Heartbreak Red: “Those are all good points!”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] What color is everyone’s lucky underwear?

Soushi: “Mine are black. But that’s because of the color of our stage outfits (SOARA’s costumes are white).”

Ren: “Uh... well...”

Heartbreak Red: “My lucky underwear is red of course! I’m sure all of these ‘sky’ and ‘forest’ people have cool colors, too. Well, if I’m the one saying it then it’s probably true (haha).”

Ren: *relieved he doesn’t have to answer*

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Heartbreak Red: “That’s all the time I’ve got!! To all of you sky and forest dwellers - I’ll be taking my leave~!!

Kensuke: “Thank you, Heartbreak Red---!!!”

Sora: “Good luck out there---!!!”

Soushi: “Feel free to abduct me again.”

Morihito: “Soushi (haha). Thank you very much, Heartbreak Red.”

Mamoru: “I had fun!”

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☆Red Went Back Home☆

Heartbreak Red: “Now that I’ve accomplished my missions, I’m back home. Happy April Fools Day, everyone! I want to end this at home. By the way, I think I’ll be able to do some ‘Account Attacks’ that I couldn’t do this time around sometime later in April. I hope you all look forward to it~

My last audio greeting is just my final thoughts, haha. Alrighty! Thanks for a wonderful April Fools!! Until next time!”

[jafreitag]

Grateful Dead Monthly: Freedom Hall – Louisville, KY 6/18/74

On Tuesday, June 18, 1974, the Grateful Dead played a concert at Freedom Hall in Louisville, Kentucky.

Freedom Hall is a multi-purpose venue built by the Commonwealth on the Kentucky State Fairgrounds. It’s a shed, in jamband-speak, like many others around the country. Freedom Hall opened in 1956, and hosted most notably the Kentucky Colonels ABA team, as well as the University of Louisville men’s basketball team – at least until 2010, when the Cardinals and their cheater coach Rick Pitino moved to the even more awesomely named KFC Yum! Center in 2010. Besides the Dead, the Doors, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and Creed played there.

Recently promoted LN GD Editor ECM penned this writeup of the show. He’s great at his job, folks. Enjoy.

Set 1: The Promised Land, It Must Have Been The Roses, Black-Throated Wind, Ramble On Rose, Beat It On Down The Line (a), Loser, Mexicali Blues, Eyes Of The World (b) > China Doll, Around And Around

Set 2: Loose Lucy, El Paso, Row Jimmy, Weather Report Suite Prelude > Weather Report Suite Part 1 > Let It Grow > The Other One > It’s A Sin Jam (c) > Stella Blue, Big River, Tennessee Jed, Sugar Magnolia

Encore: Morning Dew (d)

(a) Jerry played a few bars of “My Old Kentucky Home” during BIODTL

(b) Eyes was played in the first set only 9 times. Almost all of them are in the “best ever” category (i.e., 9/8/73, 10/29/73, 8/6/74, 10/19/74, 8/13/75. 6/17/91 and 6/18/74)

(c) Last time played was 8/28/69

(d) Morning Dew was played as an encore only 3 times (12/2/73, 9/30/76 ans 6/18/74)

In 1974, the Dead were touring behind [or in front of – JF] a sound system so massive it was dubbed the Wall of Sound. The Wall reached from floor to ceiling, dwarfing the band, but filling the hall with crystal clear good vibes, according to the legend and the mystique that has grown around what is now considered a classic show from one of the band’s greatest periods: 1974, or, more specifically, JUNE 1974 – a month of quite interesting experimentation for the band.

This is the second show of an eight-show summer tour that began in Des Moines, Iowa on June 16th and ended in Springfield, Massachusetts on June 30. 6/18/74 is so highly regarded, in fact, that the band released it as part of the so-called Road Trips series [RT#2.3], along with part of the Des Moines show. There’s something special here, and some people consider this to be the best show of the year! (Consider that 1974 had 2/24, 3/23, 5/19, 6/23, 6/26, 6/28, 7/19 and 10/19) And they didn’t even resort to set pieces like Playing In The Band or Dark Star, which was pretty rare. Every song is done extremely well. It’s a showcase for most of the material from Wake of the Flood and From the Mars Hotel – Eyes, Row Jimmy, WRS > Let It Grow, and Loose Lucy. And those Garcia ballads! China Doll, Stella Blue, and Morning Dew? How often does that happen?

Here’s a track-by-track breakdown…

BT Wind – passionately sung by Weir

BIODTL – My Old Kentucky Home quote and killer piano solo from Keith. Keith is very prominent in the mix and also sounds great on Ramble On Rose, Mexicali, and Eyes.

Eyes – an astounding, top-shelf version that is up there with the best of them – 8/6/74, 8/13/75, 10/19/74. Tight and fluid with great jamming, Keith does some cool stuff during the “Stronger Than Dirt” section.

China Doll – great harmonies

Around And Around – into the bonus zone after the previous Eyes > China Doll combo. Pure rock & roll with a ferocious ending (check out Phil).

Then comes second set, which makes this show legendary. The WRS > Let It Grow > The Other One > It’s A Sin Jam > Stella Blue segment is one of the best ever. But let’s not jump ahead of ourselves just yet.

Loose Lucy –  funkified, bouncy version, an early sign that the band is getting their blues chops on.

El Paso – Wow! Speedy and aggressive! This will leave you breathless. I love Billy’s crisp, snappy drumming and Keith’s twinkling piano.

Row Jimmy – Whoa that slide-guitar is sublime (also used in WRS). “The slide solo is pristine in its attack leaving you with the sensation of having just been attenuated and it leads back into a sharply sung vocal part and presents itself as a perfect platform for the delicious Weather Report Suite that follows upon Jimmy’s heels.” (LMA reviewer Evan S Hunt) Quintessential version.

WRS > Let It Grow – album perfect, possibly the best ever. Contains a rare jam into The Other One that is a mind-bending, face-stealing, finely-crafted musical journey. Phil carpet-bombs Freedom Hall in the jam session.

The Other One – wow, what a journey!

At about 5:45 into the The Other One, the beat drops out, and they start the space jam with Jerry, quietly at first, then louder, starting some meltdown riffage, but someone else (Weir? Lesh?) is producing some freaky noises that I haven’t heard in any other show, but that fit in perfectly here. After several minutes of space, they slip easily into a funk jam which in turn gives way to the It’s a Sin theme and then to a gorgeous Stella.  (LMA reviewer gphishmom)

It’s A Sin Jam – super rare instrumental jam.

Stella – beautiful version, and the segue from It’s A Sin is perfect. Transcendence.

Big River & Tennessee Jed – played late in the second set in a very unusual placement for any year. The boys must have known they were playing well and didn’t want to end. Both these are given the full second-set treatment. Big River is vicious. The tempo in Tennessee Jed is bouncy and engaging and has great singing by Garcia and Lesh. They are definitely having fun.

Morning Dew – The only way to close one of the greatest shows ever. Very rare encore signaling just how special this was. This version is laden with Phil-bombs. Great Jerry/Keith interplay. And Garcia’s vocals are filled with passion.

“Throughout, the song Garcia seems largely propelled by just a note or two from bass, piano and drums, creating a canyon-like spaciousness. The quiet period after the “doesn’t matter verses” is very extended, and is played with great tenderness. Garcia goes into his buzzsaw at 12:05, and the crescendo builds band-round for probably forty solid seconds.” 

Summary – the Eyes, WRS>Let It Grow, Other One, It’s A Sin Jam, Stella Blue, Big River, Morning Dew…all top shelf. The Dead at their finest.

Thanks, Ed. Awesome stuff. As he mentioned, parts of this show made the official-release cut, so here’s a Spotify widget:

But the whole dang thing is still on the Live Music Archive! Transport to the Charlie Miller version of the soundboard recording HERE.

More soon.

JF

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[astro-child]

pour up (body party)

pairing: jikook, yoontaeseok, namjin

rating: nc17

genre: alpha/beta/omega (abo) au, smut, fluff

warnings: switching, self-lubrication, praise kink, humiliation kink, knotting, chokers, morning sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, biting/marking, blowjobs, top jungkook, top jimin, vibrators, thigh highs/stockings, lingerie/lace panties, barebacking, rimming, porn with plot, crossposted to ao3

a/n: aaaaand it’s up!!! sorry for the delay hehe I fell sick last night and also had to make some minor edits to the scenes ;; for @inarsics aka the sweetest person I’ve ever written a fic for ❤️ #stannar2k17!!!! this basically served as an excuse for me to write like preposterous amounts of fluff and smut (it literally starts with smut what am i doing somebody pls) oops but I loved the prompt so much I almost died squealing when I got it adkndjahdf

the prompt is tweaked a lil bit but jikook are both alphas (I lov alpha/alpha) and jimin’s basically the more laidback, subtle dom while kook is the on-the-surface alpha aka he fusses a lot over his mate and would literally do anything to protect jimin but is more of a sub in bed than chimchim!!! if you’re reading this, thank u sm & all reblogs/comments/likes are all super appreciated ♡♡♡♡♡♡

summary: “Jungkook and Jimin are spending their first Christmas together as mates. Thinking that they would have the whole day to themselves, Jungkook and Jimin are surprised when the boys drop by their apartment. Though Jimin is welcoming, Jungkook is disgruntled that he can’t spend any time alone with Jimin, and he does all he can to get some quality time with him whilst the boys are around.”

on the morning of christmas eve, jungkook wakes up in the middle of an orgasm to soft, plush lips stretched over his dick, back arching off the bed, fireworks exploding behind his eyes, moan involuntarily leaving his lips. and then he sinks down on the bed, fingers loosening the grip he has on the sheets around him, feeling boneless and like he’s missed out on the best part all at once.

jimin, on the other hand, doesn’t stop swallowing around him even as he comes, tonguing kittenlishly at jungkook’s slit, massaging his balls with those small, distractingly thick fingers of his, and the overstimulation has the younger alpha gasping, threading fingers into the his hair to tug at the strands in warning, sensation walking the fine line between pain and pleasure.

“hyung,” he croaks weakly, voice still thick with sleep, and jimin hums around him like the cocktease he is, feeling jungkook shake beneath him for a good few seconds before pulling off with an obscene pop.

dazed, jungkook lets his eyes flicker to meet jimin’s, chest rising and falling heavily. the sight seems to please jimin and the older smirks, caging the younger beneath him.

“that good?” he asks, taking care to push back the hair matted to jungkook’s forehead, accent flooding the edges of his words. his voice dips into a lower register, raspy, and jungkook nods dumbly, shivering from the mixed pheromones flooding the room, a little star-strucked, post-orgasm haze still working its way through his body. he’d always been extra sensitive in the morning, a fact jimin knows all too well. “’s too early.”

jimin smiles, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, littering soft kisses all over, paying special attention to the mate mark carved into the younger’s skin before trailing up, up, up until he presses their lips together.

jungkook grimaces at first, tasting himself on jimin’s tongue but the gentle way jimin treats him has him flushing down to his toes, feeling too much like a high school girl with a crush.

“good morning,” jimin whispers against his lips, pulling away to rest their foreheads together, grinning cheekily and jungkook grunts, turning away to hide the pink tinting his cheeks. he’s never going to admit it, but those cheesy, sweet lines in dramas had always gotten to him somehow.

jimin giggles happily, pinching his cheeks while cooing praises like so cute and my darling’s blushing, until jungkook shifts, accidentally grinding his knee into the older’s crotch and he chokes, musky arousal flooding the room.

“shit. fuck, kook, don’t do that,” jimin swears, shying away from the friction but jungkook is quick to chase, his own alpha instincts kicking in as he wraps arms around the older’s neck to lock their lips together messily, so fucking eager, fingers curling around the hairs on the base of jimin’s neck.

“how opposed are you, exactly, to riding me at eight in the morning?” he whispers into jimin’s ear later, breathless, winking suggestively when the older glances over, dominance coming into play, gripping jimin’s hipbones so tightly they both know there are going to be marks while nibbling on his earlobe and jimin whines, far too gone to argue.

needless to say, their neighbors aren’t very impressed.

jimin wakes up two hours later with a sore neck to an empty bed, the comforting mix of their two smells so dense he can taste it on his tongue, the space beside him still slightly warm and groans.

“kookie,” he calls, grunting something illegible as he gets up from the bed, stumbling carelessly towards the kitchen, rubbing his eyes tiredly. there’s a slight limp in his step, and all jimin wants to do is flop back down on the bed with a certain someone and catch a christmas movie together, cuddling.

“jungkook-ah.”

the younger alpha doesn’t even hear him, standing in front of the stove, humming along to whatever song’s playing on the radio he’s plugged into. jungkook jumps when he feels hands slip around his waist, momentarily startled, but then relaxes into the older’s hold, pulling his earpieces out.

“oh, hyung! you’re up,” he beams, bunny teeth peeking out as jimin struggles to rest his head on the younger’s shoulder. the fit is a little bit awkward, but honestly, neither of them would have it any other way. “I made breakfast! just give me like, three seconds, and I’ll bring it out.”

“instant ramen? really?” the older teases, biting back a grin.

jungkook chews on his bottom lip, defensive, frowning as he sets the two bowls onto the table. “it’s better than nothing okay! I even added eggs and cheese!”

“mhm,” jimin hums, eyes twinkling with adoration. “come here.”

he lets himself be backed into the counter before cupping the younger’s cheeks and pecking the crown of his forehead gently.

“you know that I’m just trying to tease you, right?”

jungkook rolls his eyes, grin quickly forming on his mouth, before it turns into a giggle and then a feat of laughter, throwing his head back in happiness. brat, jimin thinks fondly.

the younger even makes sure to bop the older on the nose as revenge.

later, they end up sprawled across the couch, legs tangled together, fingers intertwined like the cute gross couple they are, laptop rested between their legs, screening some romantic melodrama that jimin had somehow convinced him into watching. “don’t die!” jimin yells, sniffling already and jungkook tries to muffles a laugh.

“shut it, jeon jungkook. heartless jerk,” he mutters, wiping at his eyes and the younger noses into the back of his ear in apology.

“what if we were separated like that, huh?” jimin says, ranting on and on about how these kinds of films always have the cliche that unorthodox couples shouldn’t have a happy ending, but really, jungkook doesn’t hear anything after ‘we’ and ‘separated’. his mind reels with the thought of jimin falling in love with someone else, with an omega deserving of him, and leaving him alone to pick up the pieces, pain blooming in his chest.

“jungkook?” jimin asks slowly, sensing the uncomfortable tension in the younger’s body, pausing the movie to check on his mate. at this, jungkook snaps out of his daze, belatedly realizing that his nails have been digging into jimin’s skin painfully while in thought, quickly letting go with a gasp.

“babe…” jimin trails, voice soft, worried but apprehensive. “are you okay? is this about what I said? I swear I didn’t mean it, I was just so caught up in the movie—”

“your hand,” the younger blatantly ignores his words, rushing to blow on the swelling marks, a little panicked from having hurt the person dearest to him. jimin carefully takes his hand out from between jungkook’s palms, but the younger’s face falls anyway, looking like a kicked puppy.

“that’s not the point,” jimin says, frowning lightly, running fingers through his scalp, feeling jungkook relax beneath him, the younger sighing, closing his eyes and burying his face into the older’s neck.

“sometimes—sometimes I get nightmares about you leaving me.” he murmurs as fast as he can, but jimin hears his words well enough. “I dunno, it’s just—I don’t treat you well enough and you might find someone who you’ll fit with better than with me, love more than me—so yeah…I’m scared.”

they stay like that for a little while longer, jimin still massaging at his scalp with skilled fingers, movie entirely forgotten. and then,

“well, you should know I won’t. not for anyone in the universe, jeon jungkook.”

“hm, now that I think about it, that’s kind of why I let you claim me and bit right down on your shoulder three months ago to mark you, you know, jungkookie. have you forgotten?” the sentence kills whatever doubt he has towards jimin’s words and jungkook’s cheeks burn, the older bursting into a peal of laughter.

embarrassed, he kisses jimin on the cheek, a silent apology for having ruined their movie marathon. “you’re mine,” jimin whispers, breath ghosting over his cheek. “I never let anything of mine slip away.”

it sounds like something right out of a C-grade chick flick, or a badly screened porno, but something about the way jimin says it sets butterflies into his tummy, toes curling with happiness and god, jungkook’s fucking whipped.

they lean in with unparalleled harmony, invisible strings pulling them together and like this—

like this, jungkook thinks his mom was wrong to say that he was screwing up his alpha biology to be with jimin. his dad was wrong about jimin having motivations for courting him. his relatives were wrong when they said alphas were supposed to only mate with omegas.

they were all wrong, the entire hybrid mechanism misunderstood.

—and then the doorbell rings.

jungkook groans, annoyed, a little reluctant to pull away but it rings again and really, he has no choice but to get up from the couch to open the door. “who the fuck—”

“merry christmas eve!” taehyung yells excitedly, hoseok and yoongi standing protectively to his side, namjoon and seokjin behind them. right. the christmas party, he thinks, cursing himself for having forgotten.

“I thought we were supposed to meet at hoseok’s chalet?” jungkook asks, faking a smile, trying his very best not to show his displeasure. jimin joins him at the doorstep, significantly more happy about the drop-in than jungkook is and the younger alpha scowls. taehyung shrugs. “we figured you both would cancel on us for a good fucking session or something, so.”

jimin flushes bright pink, giggle so high-pitched it gives them both away.

“you totally were!” taehyung says, with an accusatory tone, pointing a finger at them, but a playful grin spreads across his face. yoongi waves his hand in dismissal, complaining, pushing the door open to wiggle inside the apartment, the other boys following suit.

“gotta wait until we finish, like, twelve rounds of gaming, cake-cutting and gift exchange bro,” hoseok singsongs as he walks past into the house, shooting them both suggestive winks, waggling his eyebrows. the action has jimin yelping in embarrassment and jungkook finds himself avoiding hoseok’s eyes for the next hour or so.

turns out, twelve rounds of gaming takes up two hours of their time, cake-cutting an additional hour (curse namjoon for bringing alcohol) and the gift exchange dragging on forever, with them all being tipsy.

“here you go namjoonie,” hoseok chirps, obviously drunk, but then gasps comically and with a hiccup, takes the present away to switch it for another.

“sorry, that one’s for my yoongbean.”

yoongi laughs softly to his side, gums coming into sight and jimin wonders (with quite a fair bit of disgust) how someone like him turns into such a soft person with just the smallest bit of alcohol. “where’s mine,” taehyung whines, making grabby hands and if it weren’t for jungkook distracting him, subconsciously mouthing against his piercings, jimin is convinced he would’ve choked.

then finally, after thirty long, painful minutes of hoseok slurring out their names and messing up all their presents, it’s his turn to give them out.

he casually puts the presents down in their laps, biting back a smile as the boys fumble to open the pretty wrapping, before shifting in jungkook’s lap to face him and place a small box into his hands. the younger stares back for a while, adorably confused, alcohol dulling the honey brown rims of his eyes into a pale grey, and jimin has to fight the urge to pinch his cheeks. “open it, babe,” he coaxes, gently, and watches as jungkook flips open the velvet cover, buzzing with nervousness.

jungkook seemingly goes mute at the sight, breath hitching, face unreadable and for the next few moments, jimin panics. “are these—”

he nods, searching for eye contact with the younger as he interlaces their hands and brings jungkook’s up to eye level, mumbling. “they don’t have to be, though, if you don’t want them to. they could just be promise rings, or couple ones of some sort. I just thought it would be nice to put a ring on your finger, you know? since we were mated permenantly and all—”

jungkook takes him by surprise with a kiss. bravely, with all the passion in the world, and although jimin can taste the bitter undertones of beer in his mouth, he doesn’t ever want to let go.

neither of them really register the groans and gags in the background, world surrounding them fading into a clouded mess and this is perfect.

“can’t you guys go twenty seconds without sucking face?” namjoon blanches, making disgruntled noises in the back of his throat. jimin pulls away with a glare, softening as he turns back to his very cute, very pretty boyfriend.

at his stare, jungkook snaps up, as if remembering something, before clearing his throat embarrasedly. he shifts jimin off his lap, standing up to grab six presents from the room, much to their disappointment.

“did you forget yoongi or something?” taehyung teases from where he leans on hoseok’s shoulder, eyes closed.

jungkook pointedly ignores his remark, tossing the presents out, avoiding jimin’s eyes entirely as he bypasses the older. jimin opens his mouth to make an offended whine but taehyung cuts him off with a loud scream, high-pitched and shrilly.

“oh my fucking god, jeon jungkook, you are hands-down the best friend I’ve ever had—god fucking bless you, an xbox—what the fuck,” he continues, rambling with excitement, gripping jungkook’s shirt and jumping up and down like a three-year old.

and jealousy is not good feeling, jimin thinks, his heart sinking.

just then, jungkook climbs into his lap again, this time with a more brazen grin, the promise of something, lips wet and pink, eyes sparkling cheekily, and the older’s breath hitches.

he knows this look all too well, the edges of a growl already bubbling in his throat, eyes going from a warm prussian blue to a deep steely cyan. “chase the boys out after ten minutes and come to the room,” jungkook whispers, breath tickling the shell of his ear and jimin nods, a shudder running through him.

too quickly, the warm heat of his mate vanishes, disappearing into their shared bedroom and jimin has to clench his fists to stop himself from going after the younger, self-restraint teetering on the edge.

the next ten minutes feel like hell, every second worsening the ache in his pants, strengthening the white-hot lust in the pit of his stomach, jungkook’s faint arousal seeping through the walls. really, by now, it doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together, the boys packing up hurriedly, shoved out of the door by an amazingly sober seokjin.

the scent of fresh sandalwood clogs his senses, then diffuses, then reappears, as if taunting him, and then finally, the main door shuts.

jimin gets to their bedroom in record speed, panting more so from arousal than the physical exertion, slamming his fists onto the wooden frame to announce his arrival, mind racing with thoughts about jungkook on his knees on the bed, begging, putting away his pride to splutter filthy words just to get jimin to fuck him and—

jungkook throws open the door with flushed cheeks and for the next ten seconds, jimin swears he forgets how to breathe.

the younger has his favorite oversized white blouse on, buttoned up less than halfway, revealing more than enough of his golden, unmarked skin to get jimin growling possessively. the shirt covers just up to his mid-thighs, and when jungkook steps closer, jimin thinks he sees a hint of silk and lace underneath the fluttering fabric.

thin, black garters shroud the younger’s thick thighs beautifully, and the matching translucent thigh highs around his pretty legs worsen it all.

and then there’s the red leather choker snug around his neck, spelling out their initials.

“merry christmas,” jungkook murmurs, shuffling uneasily on both feet, shyness kicking in with jimin’s predatory gaze. “I’m your present. do you…like it?”

it’s the times like these that remind them both of how young jungkook is; how innocent.

it makes jimin want to wreck him.

“yeah. yeah, fuck. you look so—” pretty, sinful, ethereal, perfect, beautiful, fuckable. no words can describe it. jungkook pinks, chewing on his lower lip distractingly. “show me how much you like it.”

the second he breathes those words, jimin has him backed against the bedframe, knees buckling, falling onto the white sheets, blouse riding up to reveal the black silk panties he has on, with lace lining its hem and a bow at the top.

jimin grunts, pupils flashing dangerously, and jungkook shuts his eyes, heat prickling at his skin, feeling the space between his legs slick up like never before.

he hadn’t even known alphas could drip out of their ass, thought that it was only an omega thing, until—well, until he did during jimin’s rut a few years back. the fresh wave of sandalwood floods the room and jimin’s fingers wrap around his wrists, pinning them above his head, digging into the skin, the older kneeling with both knees by his sides.

“so fucking pretty,” he says, voice dipping into a lower timbre and jungkook shivers, the praise sliding down his spine like lava. “please,” he breathes, already so needy, and jimin tsks, cupping his face to bring their lips together in a searing kiss.

jungkook has to stop the embarrassing urge to whine when jimin pulls away, petulant, but then the older’s kissing down, down, down past his jaw to his collarbones, and every protest dies. jimin leaves a trail of hickeys in his wake, occasionally laving over the bruise with his tongue and pecking it lightly before moving on. jimin tugs at the hem of his blouse, pushing the fabric up and allowing it to bunch around jungkook’s armpits.

the bareness makes jungkook shy, heart fluttering, and he covers his face with both of his hands. jimin tuts, gently easing them away from his face, murmuring praises like you’re beautiful and I wanna see your pretty face babe that really aren’t far from the truth.

his cock peeks out from just above the lace waistband and pink bow, leaking precum all over his stomach and jimin snarls, so fucking tempted to just save the teasing for later and give jungkook the best fuck of his life, but jimin has restraint. at least, he tells himself he does.

for now.

jimin mouth latches onto the younger’s right nipple, relishing in the loud cry that spills from jungkook’s lips, feeling lithe fingers thread into his hair and tug. he abuses the nub thoroughly, biting and sucking on the areola, circling the sensitive skin with his tongue and blowing on it, rolling the other one between his fingers and pinching it lightly, watching jungkook shiver and shake, eyes rolled into the back of his head, back arched off the sheets, whimpering and moaning helplessly.

jungkook whines long and loud when jimin reaches to graze a hand over his dick, the much-needed friction driving him off the edge, and he comes into jimin’s hand, spilling ropes of white all over the older’s thick knuckles.

“so sensitive,” jimin groans, continuing his ministrations and the pleasure richochets throughout the younger’s entire body. his hand doesn’t still on jungkook’s dick either, thumbing at the fresh pearl of precum already beaded on the head of his cock, digging into his slit.

it wasn’t a secret that he had always been sensitive around his nipples, and jimin was possibly the best worker of Handjobs™ in history (if the fact that jungkook came into his hand in under 3 seconds doesn’t make it clear enough) but to be played with on both ends like this has jungkook sprawled out on the bed, thighs trembling, mewling softly, looking every bit as wrecked as he feels.

“jimin,” he keens, voice breaking and the older hums, giggling. “hyung, please—I wanna feel you so bad—just give me your fingers or something, fuck. please.”

“oh I will,” jimin grunts, panting, but he only switches to the other nub to repeat the same treatment, sending shocks and shocks of pleasure through the younger’s body, other hand rubbing up and down his dick, rubbing at jungkook’s balls lightly. jungkook feels horribly close to coming again and he rakes nails down jimin’s back in warning.

then, when jimin finally pulls away, jungkook goes limp in his arms, tears in the back of his eyes. “you okay babe?” the dominant alpha asks, coming up to push up the hair matted to jungkook’s forehead messily, letting the younger relax and catch his breath, pressing his lips to the younger’s forehead, eyes, cheeks and nose before letting their lips brush, ever so caring and sweet. “wanna stop?”

jungkook shakes his head like his life depends on it, fingers gripping the older’s biceps tightly. jimin laughs, nodding and then sinks down, down, down to fan kisses all over his stomach, marking him wherever and whenever. he traces the smaller mate mark just above the younger’s right hipbone, still sensitive and bites down beside it, sucking a pretty bruise into jungkook’s skin.

he moves off the bed to press jungkook’s legs apart, watching them fall open invitingly with little to no opposition, the sight setting sparks off in stomach. impatiently, he rips the thigh highs off the younger’s legs, leaving the garters on, and yeah, he knows what he’ll be thinking about on lonely nights away from jungkook.

shifting them further up on the bed, jimin litters kisses all over the skin of jungkook’s right calf, sinking his teeth into the skin at the back of his knee, marking his entire thigh up and then repeating it on the other leg, jungkook trembling in his hands, wet arousal slicking down his thighs and cock.

in his defence, he can’t really help it. to say jungkook’s thighs are pretty is a understatement. they’re not as nicely shaped as an omega’s, but they’re thick and kneadnable and literally fucking flawless, so much so that jimin would describe them to be more like a masterpiece.

“jimin—hyung,” jungkook says, desperate, hiccuped moans and whimpers escaping his lips. jimin pulls away, hushing him, before mouthing at the silk of his panties, soaking the fabric. “you look so fucking good in these,” he hums, a little disappointed that they’re going to come off soon, hooking a finger beneath the waistband to let it snap back against the skin. jungkook blushes more, if possible, and avoids his eyes. “it could work…I mean.”

“mm,” jimin says, pushing the fabric aside with two fingers, the exposure making jungkook’s stomach clench, slipping another pair of digits inside.

immediately, his fingers bump into the butt of a vibrator and jimin hisses, flipping him onto his front in a second, arousal radiating off him and clogging the entire room. “hands and knees. now.”

jungkook quickly complies, fisting the sheets as jimin pulls the thong down and lets it rest mid-thigh, whimpering embarrasedly.

“such a slut, bet you were thinking about how good my cock would feel inside of you when you fucked yourself on the vibrator, spreading you open and stretching you out—” jimin says, voice raspy, pushing two fingers in and jungkook yelps. the stretch burns so good. “bet you thought about me fucking you with these panties on too, hm, jungkookie?”

“yeah, yeah—ah, c'mon hyung, I—put it on the highest setting for you, but it wasn’t enough and I’ve been waiting for so long so just fucking fuck me already, please—” jimin growls, shutting him up with a kiss, dragging the pads of his fingers over his prostate, pressing up against the sensitive nerves hard and fast, until the younger’s thighs shake. jimin’s tongue joins in later, licking right over jungkook’s walls, lapping up the wet slick greedily, more lubricant flooding the rim each time, and jungkook thinks he screams, resisting the urge to shut his legs, sensation almost crippling, using his grip as leverage to chase for more, fucking himself back onto jimin’s face.

the younger barely notices when he slips in the third finger, so fucking close to the edge, making a mess of the bedsheets. “look at you dripping all over your pink cock, jungkookie, look how pretty you are,” jimin coos, an edge to his tone that has jungkook’s body going rigid, and just like that, he cums again, untouched, clenching around the older’s fingers, staining the panties, second mind-numbing orgasm of the night making its way through his body.

“c-can’t, jimin—now, please,” jungkook hiccups, tears running down his face, body feeling like it’s on fire from the overstimulation and jimin withdraws immediately. “what’s the safeword.”

he shakes his head frantically, reaching down to pull the vibrating plug out of his body with a mewl, switching it off and tossing it to the side. “jungkook,” jimin sighs, taking a visible amount of effort to shift away, teeth gritted, but the younger whimpers, tugging him back down to connect their lips, teeth clacking against each other, tongues messily fighting for dominance. “don’t wanna stop—wanna feel you, please, I just—fuck me, c'mon, I can take it, hyung please, come on.”

jimin grunts, eyes flashing so bright blue they’re almost silver, half-tearing the clothes off his body, hauling jungkook forward by the ankles before lining up with the younger’s entrance and pressing in. jungkook gasps, breath caught in his throat, nails digging crescents into the older’s biceps, shutting his eyes in bliss. his cock drags along the younger’s soft, wet walls as he decks out, ripping a moan from jungkook’s throat and jimin takes that as a signal to speed up, jackhammering into the younger, forcing out a cry from him.

“so. fucking. beautiful,” he grunts, words punctuated with every thrust and jungkook knows he’s blabbering at this point, repeating jimin’s name like a mantra, pleasure coiling in his stomach for the third time. when jimin slings his legs over both shoulders on the next thrust, though, jungkook keens, tears trailing either sides of his face, the older fucking right up against his prostate, dragging across the sensitive bundle just right, again and again, knot catching on his rim and it doesn’t take long for the tight coil in his stomach to unravel. “mine,” jimin growls, brandishing him, driving him over the edge, white streaks shooting all over jungkook’s chest, and they come together, jungkook cumming so hard a few drops land on his cheek, jerking and shaking as jimin rides out his high, filling him up to the brim, knot settling snug against his prostate.

the come down is significantly harder, jimin’s knot expanding to press deeper and deeper against his prostate, sending shock after shock of overstimulation racking through his body. the older carefully maneuvers them onto their side, tangling their feet together to close any gap between them, resting jungkook’s head on his chest, the both of them still flush against each other. “still with me?”

it should be gross, with how cum is smeared between their bodies, drying, but instead it feels comfortable, feels safe.

“merry christmas,” jungkook mumbles, sleep plaguing his eyelids and jimin giggles, brushing his lips over the younger’s eyes and neck.

later, jimin pulls out slowly, careful not to wake jungkook, before wetting a washcloth and wiping jungkook down, going to take a shower after.

right before he goes to sleep, he tucks them both in properly, tracing the younger’s eyelids with his fingers gently, smiling. really, the entire alpha-omega relationship system can go fuck itself, because he’s never going to give any of this up for it.

[deadcactuswalking]

REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 11th February 2018

This is one of those episodes that’s going to be kind of slap-dash, I’m not even going to tag this on Tumblr or promote it anywhere else than on Twitter (@cactusinthebank); I just want to get this over with because nothing’s happening this week at all that is of any interest, except the top ten.

Top 10

HOW?! This is the first time on this show that I’ve been so flabbergasted at a song’s success. How is “God’s Plan” by Drake still at the top?! I can’t remember anything from it other than how he nasally says “God’s plan, God’s plan” in the outro. This is so incredibly boring and useless, why is “Diplomatic Immunity” failing? That was a decent track.

In other much better news, our first new top ten entry is “These Days” by Rudimental featuring Jess Glynne, Macklemore and Dan Caplen, which landed nice spaces up at the runner-up spot, which is great because this song is pretty nice to say the least.

”Barking” by Ramz went down a space to number-three. It’s falling, Van’s yawning. However, I have to admire how happy Ramz is. He’s adorable.

”IDGAF” by Dua Lipa stays at number-four.

”River” by Eminem featuring Ed Sheeran has gone down two spaces to number-five, but it might rebound due to that video.

”This is Me” by Keala Settle and The Greatest Showman Ensemble rises two spaces to number-six, and while I like the song, I really do not want a movie soundtrack single to be in the top five.

Cardi B’s remix of “Finesse” by Bruno Mars finally goes up two spaces back to number-seven after losing a lot of his traction.

”Tip Toe” by Jason Derulo featuring French Montana is down two spaces, sadly, to number-eight.

As soon as I praise the song on my best list, “Feel it Still” by Portugal. The Man goes up four spaces to number-nine, becoming our second new top ten entry... finally! It took you about a year.

Oh, and “Never be the Same” by Camila Cabello rebounds by four spots to number-ten to finish off our top ten, but who cares about that trash heap of a single? Let’s get to the climbers.

Climbers

Nothing’s happened. No, I’m serious, nothing’s happened. Okay, maybe “Fine Line” by Mabel featuring Not3s rose five spaces from #22 to #17, and maybe Justin Timberlake’s album gave a nine-space boost to “Say Something” featuring Chris Stapleton up to #24, as well as Kendrick Lamar and SZA having the same treatment with “All the Stars” at #28, but other than that and “For You (Fifty Shades Freed)” by Liam Payne and Rita Ora rising five spots to #18, there’s nothing interesting to see here.

Fallers

Fallers are a different story, however, with some absolutely massive drops for earlier January hits and late 2017 hits. “I Know You” by Craig David and Bastille, as well as “I Miss You” by Clean Bandit and Julia Michaels, took a seven-space fall to #12 and a whopping 19-space leap to #31, respectively.  “Let You Down” was let down hard, falling 20 spaces to #35. “17” by MK also barely holds on, zooming down 21 spaces to #38. Also, normally, I wouldn’t talk about “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran dropping down one space to #19 as it doesn’t deserve any more attention, but BBC lists the duet version still and the official UK Chart Company lists the solo version. Just thought I’d talk about that.

Dropouts

“Walk It Talk It” by Migos featuring Drake drops out from #31, as it should, due to the streaming numbers falling after the initial release. “Game Changer” by MIST has dropped out from #35 after the debut, and “Diplomatic Immunity” by Drakegrassi has sadly dropped out from #36. Other dropouts include “Let Me Down” by Jorja Smith featuring Stormzy and “Dimelo” by Rak-Su featuring Naughty Boy and Wyclef Jean from #39 and #40 respectively.

Returning Entries

For the first time ever on this show, we have a returning entry, and that is Justin Timberlake’s “Filthy” at #34 thanks to the album. No, it does not work in the context of the album at all, and honestly, all it’s done is make it even more jarring. I still hate this song with a passion and I think I always will. It’s just so Timber-lame, as was that pun. Let’s move on to the new arrivals.

NEW ARRIVALS

#39 – “Let Me Go” – Hailee Steinfeld and Alesso featuring Florida Georgia Line and Watt

This took so long to chart here, and it’s no surprise, since it’s just a bunch of unrecognisable B-listers making a boring pop song with nothing of interest to talk about. I know I’ve been saying everything is boring, but it really is with this song and the charts right now. Hailee sounds okay over the fake finger-snaps, but the switch to the chorus is very jarring and took me off guard. The drop sounds very empty as well, maybe Watt could clear up some of the synth with a guitar solo? Of course not, it’s a pop song, I’m kidding myself. Florida Georgia Line are tolerable but I don’t understand why they’re here at all. The lyrics are generic, and it’s just one of the most uninteresting songs I’ve reviewed on this show. But don’t mistake, Drake takes the cake for that accolade, definitely. This is just boring. Really boring.

#33 – “Check” – Kojo Funds featuring RAYE

I wasn’t expecting a seductive Latin guitar to start a Kojo Funds song, but it really fits and I dig it plenty, especially with the soft bubbling mix of dancehall and trap percussion. It’s too bad that RAYE sounds God-awful, and Kojo Funds is just hilariously pathetic, with his corny lines about RAYE being “his Nintendo”. For God’s sake, specify, dude! His ad-libs are also very awkward, to the point where he’s crooning “ooh, wee” in the pre-chorus. Lest we forget this song is seemingly about Kojo allowing a gold digger to engage in sexual and romantic activities with him if she allows him to smoke marijuana. I’m not mad, just disappointed.

#27 – “Jumanji” – B Young

More Latin guitar intros for autotuned faux-reggae, I see. At least the last one lead to more than twinkling synth leads that sound like a music box, which is very unfitting when the song’s about B Young (terrible stage name) putting a big-booty girl’s body through the testing and fling-flinging off them panties. The main metaphor of this song is also very flawed. Why would anyone, let alone your peng ting called Ashanti, want to live life like Jumanji? She wants to take risks and chances like a board game, but why specifically Jumanji? Does she want to die? Because I sure do after listening to this song. Yikes.

#15 – “Pray for Me” – Kendrick Lamar featuring The Weeknd

Finally, the big debut of the week, “Pray for Me”, the next single off the underwhelming Black Panther soundtrack, and I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t anything but cheap and boring. The Weeknd sounds rather stiff on a beat that wouldn’t sound out of place on the super-deluxe version of Humanz – yes, it’s that cheap-sounding. The beat hardly develops during the chorus, just adding a few incredibly ineffective strings and backing vocals that do not interest or excite me at all, they just add more to the bore that is this song. Not even Kendrick can save this song with a killer verse, no, he just provides an uninteresting verse that doesn’t show off his skill or talent as well as it could have. Also, the choir vocalising during the bridge is grating. If you want a good song from that soundtrack, check out “Paramedic!” featuring SOBxRBE. Now that’s a banger! Oh, yeah, this song is just sleep-inducing. Nice try, but this warrants nothing more than a ‘good effort’ badge from me.

Conclusion

Hot take: Kendrick Lamar is starting to tire me, and is becoming oversaturated on the charts, however, it will not change since I predict some changes in the charts to come next week off the soundtrack release by Kendrick Lamar, featuring all his labelmates at Top Dawg Entertainment. This week, however, was such a non-entity that I don’t think any of these songs deserve anything that would give them a title, even if it were negative. These songs are on the edge of non-existence, they’re so forgettable. See you next week for the next episode, and see you in a few days’ time for the worst list. Goodbye.

[coffeesforfuckers]

Mean 'Ol Moon, Could This Be Love At First Sight? // Brallon

Pairing: Brallon Summary: He plays his guitar in a little place that many people enjoy. He especially enjoys it himself. He sings even though his voice is sub-par and many people enjoy his presence. He's the match-maker of the small town, being the reason for people meeting, through his music. But the trouble for him is that he can't be his own match-maker. Playing in the same place for three years he still hasn't seemed to have met anybody but everybody else meets each other. That is until the night that the boy with the leather jacket and sunglasses at night catches his eye. Word Count: 3,489

I'm sitting under the light of the moon, shining down on me. My fingers strum at my acoustic guitar, plucking at the strings and they're getting kind of numb from doing this all day. I only made probably twenty dollars today as it was a bit rainy. It sucks, in the summer I can make about a hundred dollars in a day but it was only spring and it was normally too rainy for people to be out walking around until the summer.

I close my eyes as I start singing 'Mean 'Ol Moon' by Seth McFarlane, such a fitting song for such a clear and lonely night.

" Oh, Mean 'Ol Moon... It must be fun, to shine down on me while I... Come undone. " I coo, rocking to the melody of the song, " 'Til I'm all alone, beneath the sun... You Mean 'Ol Moon... " My voice is low and melodic in an attempt to be soothing. I look around at the small gathering of people walking about under the shining sky, lit up by the stars and large moon hung by strings above our heads in the gloom of the evening.

I felt kind of bad for possibly ruining their night with my sub-par voice. One of the women in the group tugs one of the man's arms and points at me. I give her a soft smile as the song gets close to an end.

" Takin' all the light that's left in you, and savin' it up, for you know who... Yo Mean 'Ol Moon... You Mean 'Ol Moon... " I purr as the song ends and the woman hurries over with her assumed partner in tow.

"Sir! Sir!" She speaks, "Do you happen to do requests?" She pants smiling at me, a beautiful young lady with that look of love in her eyes for this man she'd dragged over here with her.

"Why, yes I do, young lady, what would you like to hear?" I smile at her and she gets very excited.

"Could you play ' Can't Help Falling In Love ' by Elvis?" She's so happy that I just can't say no.

"Of course, lovely." I smile at her and I play with the nobs on my guitar, getting it in a higher tune and getting my kepo out of my bag so I could make it sound like I was playing a ukulele.

"Thank you so much!" She gushes and grabs the guy by the hand to get him to dance with her, he smiles at her with passion in both his eyes and his smile.

I strum the strings, my fingers passing the shapes on the neck of the guitar, starting the song off soft, the words lulled and gentle the couple swaying and dancing together to my shitty voice. The night was nice for it though, kind of warm and comfortable. There were fairy lights hung up in the trees and on the railing of the little walkway/bridge and along the outsides of buildings, they twinkled like fireflies. I loved them, that's why I preformed here most of the time.

My voice picks up, my strumming following suit and the woman smiles as I do. It's almost over but it looks like they never want it to end.

Just as I'm singing the final line of the song the man drops to one knee before her and pulls out a ring box.

"We met here three years go, a man was playing this exact song right here when I asked you to dance with me and right in this very spot is where I swallowed my worry and asked the prettiest girl I'd ever seen to go on a date with me and so, now I shall ask this same girl in this same place a very important question..." He pauses and swallows hard, "Will you marry me?" He flips the box open and she already crying, telling him a million times, yes.

I smile as I watch it happen. The man then turns his attention to me after a short moment with a huge smile, "Dallon, right?" Says the man and I look horridly confused.

"Yes? How do you know my name?" I cock my head to the side.

"I met you the day I met, Lindsay here. I thanked you for guiding me to this beautiful girl and you said your name was Dallon." He smiles, "I'm Gerard." He sticks his hand out to me and I take it, "Thank you again for sealing my future."

"I must be the fate-maker huh?" I chuckle as I remember that night, it was a sweet night really, "I'm glad that I was able to push you to together with my sub-par voice." I get a laugh in reply.

"You're an amazing singer. You should start a band, Dallon." The girl grins and wraps her arms around the man, kissing him softly, "We should go though, we have people waiting inside for us. It was nice to meet you Dallon the fate-maker." She grins and runs off with her fiance as I mutter a 'you too ' in reply.

Dallon the Fate-Maker , huh?

When the hell is my fate coming into play here. I've been out here for three years and I get tips while people get love. When the hell do I get mine?

***

The days get warmer and more people fall in love to my stupid voice and barely-tuned guitar while I watch from the sidelines. Sleeping the days away in a fake awake state, my eyes wide-open, my smile glued on, my voice loud and guitar louder but I'm not awake, not remembering, shutting down. I was almost twenty-seven years old for christ sakes and here I was playing guitar outside on a daily basis, selling music to bands for extra money. Somehow I managed to support myself well. I had an apartment that wasn't too bad, some nice furnature, piles of instruments... How I managed? No idea. Probably because I didn't have a car and didn't have to deal with that every fucking day. And also because I was living with a friend and his girlfriend...

It was a cool evening, a soft wind sweeping over the ground in late May, I'm out strumming my guitar as always, singing whatever seemed to come to mind.

" This love has taken it's tole, on me, I've said... Goodbye, so many times before-... " I sing sleepily, it's nearly ten in the evening and I've been out here since ten this morning.

I stand and make my way back to my apartment once I have finished that last song.

When I toss the door open I can hear shouting. Matt and his girlfriend are fighting yet again. I drop my guitar down by the couch and go to the kitchen, grabbing an energy drink from the fridge. I'm getting myself a frozen slice of pizza when I hear the shouting get louder and a loud smash from the living area. I run out to find Matt with my guitar in her hand and the glass coffee table before him.

"Dude what the fuck!?" I yell, pulling the instrument from his hand. This was my favorite one and I spent a lot of money on it, "Are you fucking insane!? " I shout and he looks really sorry.

"Dallon, I am so sorry... I thought it was mine." He apologizes.

"That doesn't change the fact that my favorite, and super fucking expensive guitar is now busted and I have to send it to get fixed!" I huff.

"Matt." His girlfriend snaps, "I want you out... And you too, Dallon." She points at the door and my blood runs cold.

"Why me!? I didn't do shit! I pay rent and everything!" I toss my hands in the air in frustration.

"Because, I want to live alone. It's my apartment, your friends with my ex -boyfriend so you can go live together somewhere else." She's pissed.

"We'll just go stay with my family then!" He shouts back at her and I sigh.

I'd lived with Matt's family for a week once while between houses and it was a nightmare. I was so angry with him and I'm not sure how I'll be able to not hate him after having to stay with his family again.

***

Two weeks. Only two weeks and I'm already on the verge of blowing my fucking brains out. I get home at probably about midnight every night because of how far his house is from where I play and then can't sleep till two. Then his family has us up at fucking seven in the morning, they won't even let just me sleep. They're all so loud and obnoxious for me as I am not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination.

I'm seated at the table as everybody yells and jabbers and talks so early in the morning as we prepair for breakfast. My head is rested in my arms on the table and I'm almost asleep again being so sleep deprived I could sleep through a nuclear war going on right in the front lawn. I feel a hand slam into my back causing me to jolt upright.

"What are you doing sleeping!? If you sleep all day then you have less of a day to live!" Matt's dad, John says and I fall back to the table.

"I'm barely alive as it is." I grumble.

"Nonsence! Why would you say that?" He's so loud and I'm ready to gouge my eardrums out.

"I'm sleep deprived from being up until two every morning and being awoken too early." I mutter.

"You'll get used to it!" He hits my back again and I groan, trying to sleep again.

I needed to get out of this house.

***

I'm strumming my guitar as I'd finally gotten my favorite one back and didn't have to use any of my shitty old ones anymore, " Oh, Mean 'Ol Moon... It must be fun, to shine down on me while I... Come undone. " I hum, it was always a favorite to sing. I preformed it every night. A few couples stop to listen, dropping some change into the new guitar case I'd just bought so my beautiful guitar wouldn't be destroyed yet again " 'Til I'm all alone, beneath the sun... You Mean 'Ol Moon... " I sing slowly. An elderly couple stops and listens, the woman pulling out her wallet from her small purse with her shaky old hands and flips through the bills slower than I'm singing.

She pulls out a twenty and drops it in the case, her and her husband going to walk off but I can't let them leave without making sure that's what she meant to give me, "Ma'am! Ma'am please wait!" I call, standing up and she stops, turning to look at me.

"Yes, young man?" She asks me softly.

"I just wanted to..." I grab the money from the case and go up to her to hand it back, "You dropped a twenty in my case and I just didn't want you to leave without knowing that's what you gave me." I place it in her hands.

"Oh, I meant to give you that, young man. You're an amazing artist, please keep it." She pushes it back to me.

"Are you sure?" I gape at the money.

"Yes I'm sure. You have a great night and get yourself something nice with that money." She pats my arm as she couldn't reach my hair. I was a good foot and a half taller than her at most.

"Thank you so much Ma'am. Have an amazing evening!" I speak as I go back to my position on the little wooden wall. I'm beaming as I start the song over, having stopped in the middle.

More people come and go, dropping change and some bills in the case. I'm taking a small break, sipping some water when I notice a boy, probably a few years younger than me stood over by the bridge, he's texting and the light from his phone makes his face glow.

I pick up my guitar and start to strum at it, tuning it slightly. The boy stuffs his phone back in his pocket and crosses over to my side of the street, seeming to be in a bad mood.

I start to pluck at the strings in hopes to calm his nerves, he's very handsome now that I can see him up close. He slowly passes me, somewhat listening to the tune of the beginning of my song while looking at his phone again. I decide to freestyle and make up the rest of an unfinished song of my own.

" Could this be love at first sight or should I walk by again? " I watch him intently, " You're photogenically dressed, the conversation begins. " I hum, still watching him. He gets slower, listening more to me now, " Oh God! Oh what did I say!? Let me start over again... " I'm smiling as he sits down on the curb a few feet away, typing away on his phone.

I pluck a small tune at the strings as I don't know what to say next, " Could this be love at first sight? Oh, wait, I said that before... " Some people stop and listen to my song but I don't even notice them, they're dropping money into my case, some even recording it, " I need a place for the night, happy to sleep on the floor? " The boy glances over at me.

Sunglasses at night?

Loser.

But a hot, eye-catching loser at that.

" But don't go out of your way, and I won't talk anymore-... " I drag the word out as the boy looks back at his phone, I strum at the strings, swaying to the melody as I truly get into the song, " Turn the lights off! I'm in love! " My voice grows more loud and powerful, people seem to be really enjoying it, " Wouldn't you like to0- Wouldn't you like too-! Kiss him! " The boy turns back and starts to grin, but turns away just as fast.

People begin to clap along to the song, never had I had a crowd like this, " Wouldn't you like to0- Wouldn't you like too-! " I bring the pitch of my voice up and some girls cheer softly, " Dance with him-... " My voice drops back to normal, " Darkened nights and violent things, vaudevillian girls and violin strings... " My fingers move and voice continues without my mind which has wandered. The lyrics that I hadn't even finished yet seemed to come naturally, " All of these are the prettiest things when I'm... In... Love. " I drag out the words without a problem, my voice steady and smooth, my fingers playing the tune that I seemed to know by heart when I had only just made it up.

The tune is sweet, a love song at it's best, I move along to the sound, my body swaying gently and my eyes fluttering closed in contentment, "Turn the- lights off, I'm- falling in love-... With you- wouldn't you like to-, oh, wouldn't you like to-... Kiss him!" I reopen my eyes, smiling brightly, "Wouldn't you like to0- Wouldn't you like too-!" My pitch gets higher again and drops back down to finish the line, "Dance with him-... Dark, dark nights and violent things, vaudevillian girls and violin strings... All of these are the prettiest things when I'm... In... Love!" I finish, plucking the strings a few more times and letting out a heavy breath.

All the people clap and drop some change and quite a few bills into the case, speaking praise and telling me how amazing I was. I'm thanking them but absentmindedly, my eyes are locked on the boy on the curb, dressed in his leather jacket, a white t-shirt and black skinny-jeans. Sunglasses rested in his nose as he tapped away at his phone with his long fingers.

As the crowd dwindles down the boy stands from his place and walks up to me with a grin on his pink lips.

"Do I have to walk by again or do you think this is love at first sight?" He smirks and lifts his sunglasses onto his head to get a better look at me. He had beautiful honey-brown eyes, his face was slender and he had a nice jawline. His hair stood somehow, taller than his large forehead.

Mean 'Ol Moon, please never leave. Thank you, you Mean 'Ol Moon.

I grin at him, "You already walked past once so I think this is the second time technically." I laugh softly, pushing my hair out of my eyes.

"Well I hope I didn't sound stupid, should I start over?" He's cocky but I like it.

"No, I think you're fine." I reply.

"So I hear you need a place to stay? And you said you'd be happy to sleep on the floor." He looks me over, his eyes trailing over my lanky figure.

"I did, didn't I?"

"How old is this song?" He looks at me seriously with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"The ' wouldn't you like to ' bit is a couple years old but the rest was an on the spot freestyle." I admit and his pretty eyes grow big and he steps back a bit.

"Wow, I praise myself on being a good song writer but never have I made anything that good in general, let alone in the matter of about three minutes." He sits next to me.

"Well I was inspired." I look over at him and he's already looking at me.

"So, I'll give you that kiss you wished for if you stay at my place." He bargains, very poorly.

"How is that benefiting you?" I laugh at him and he breaks out into a wide smile.

"Fine then, if you give me that kiss that I so badly wished for then I will let you stay at my house for as long as you need." He chuckles.

"Only one kiss?" I say and the boy's eyes widened, "Oh, god. What did I say? Let me start over." I use my own lyrics and he starts to laugh.

"Before you give me that 'more than one' kiss, my name is Brendon." He introduces and takes my hand in his. His hands looked so much larger than they really were, compared to mine they were very tiny.

"I'm Dallon, Dallon Weekes." I smile.

"Urie." He says and I give him a weird look, "Brendon Urie, my name's Brendon Urie."

I can't wipe the smile from my face, "It's wonderful to meet you, Brendon."

"It's wonderful to meet you also, Dallon." His eyes shine with the flickering of the fairy lights surrounding us. This was so fucking romantic, shit, "Could this be love at first sight?"

"Wait, didn't you say that before." I quote and his smile flickers a bit wider, his eyes flashing between mine and my lips. I place my guitar down beside me, leaning it against my leg. I bring a hand up to the side of his face and he starts to turn red. This cocky, sunglasses at night wearing, leather jacket clad son of a bitch was getting flustered by my touch and I was loving every second of it.

I kiss him softly, his lips are smooth and tasted of sweets, a cute boy that tasted of candy, what a score. He smiles into the kiss, as do I.

He pulls away as he starts to laugh, "I'm a crazy slut but I've never done anything as crazy as this."

"Kissing a stranger?" I tilt my head to the side.

"No, falling in love." He smiles, "I guess it's love at first sight."

I stand and hold my hand out to him. He takes and stands as well and his eyes get wide again, "Oh my god you're so tiny!" I call.

"No you're just freakishly tall!" He shoves me but I don't budge. He pouts like a child (Which is the cutest shit that I've ever seen).

I pull him into me, my arms going around his neck as I hold him, his face in my chest. He squirms out of my grip and continues pouting. I squat down a bit to be his height and he starts to laugh.

"To my house?" He asks, it was only nine and I was debating whether I should stay and play more or if I should go with Brendon.

"Well, it's a lot earlier than I normally leave..." I say, still pondering.

"I can help you preform. I can kind of sing myself." He beams and I nod.

"You're probably better than me."

"Who knows." He smirks, we sit again and I strum at my guitar and he starts to sing my song.

Could this be love at first sight?

I think it just might be.