#AKB Love Night

[the-woild-is-ya-erster]

UM WEST END NEWSIES????

so I saw the Wembley Park Theatre production last night and if u don't wanna be spoiled dni

But if you have no chance of seeing it here are some of the little details <3

First of all the casting was perfect???

Michael Alomka dove into a more sensitive part of Jack - and it was super interesting

Katherine was so much more headstrong and it was suchhhh a new flavour of her - Katherine has never been one of my favourite characters but god she was so strong and wild and unduly it was brilliant.

Ryan Kopel as Davey has to be my standout tho - he seemed much younger in the role than BF did, and much more uncertain and afraid - I loved it - and his development oh my god he became boisterous and ahhhhhhhhh

Docket as Crutchie was brilliant he was much less happy-go-lucky than AKB was and oh it worked - he was frustrated and angry and real.

AND Crutchie played a much larger role in the leadership of the strike here!! Just through little interactions and stuff but it was coooollll and he even seemed to form a friendship with both Kath and Davey

Even the kid playing Les was brilliant and I usually don't like Les all that much - but the kid I saw was brilliant

KATHERINE WORE A CROWN MADE OF SPOONS IN KONY

The Newsies would swing out on lamps and ropes over the audience and oh my godddddddd

THE BROOKLYN NEWSIES WERE GIRLS (and it added balance since earlier they'd been the bowery beauties so it changed them up and showed the power of women plus finally included girls in the strike, sometbing 1992 and bway missed) AND THEY WERE SO GOOD

Jack and Katherine had Beatrice and Benedick vibes from Much Ado - that's the only comparable thing, they were so brilliant and the chemistry was so goooodddd

Ngl it probably didn't have enough Javid content for you addicts.

Butttt there was a hug when Jack tells Davey they won the strike that is so good. Davey can't retain himself, he jumps and hugs Jack and then picks up and whirls around Les

'we are inevitable' was delivered PERFECTLY I can't even explain

There are so many stunts and jumps and tricks and we all knew the dancing was gonna be perfect but dear god it still got me

And finally, my favourite thing, THE SET

I was sitting stage right in Woodside (I think) and if u can get tickets like that it is so worth it. The actors are running up behjind and beside you

There's even a little slide for the escape from snyder

And they utilise the scaffding part of the set super well

There are lamps that lifted up for ariel tricks

And so much more

Even a fuckin zip line!!!!!!!

okay you've nearly made it to the end

There were a fewwww lyric changes buttt the orchestrations were changed quite a lot to make room for more dance and honestly? I think I prefer broadway music wise

THEY ALL STAND UP AND SAY THEIR NAMES IN SEIZE THE DAY <3

The Pulitzer's set was built in newspapers to show class and how the Newsies have built their entire empire etc

And all the set was moved on and off by the Newsies, too, again to show class and how the Newsies (and working kids) run the world, really

Finally

Yes, Race was perfect.

[thewebbloghouse]

AKB was crazy in the game last night against bay at 16:15 and 87:55, I love it. Ice cold 😆

Oh yes.

[noxexistant]

Choose violence 21 :3

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

okay so i have actually already written my response for this once and then my PC CRASHED so everyone give it up for round two

first off, i'm not sure if overhyped is exactly the word, but one thing i think is. relied on too much. is the existence of the lodging house as some comfortable Home for the newsies to freely lounge about in, a romanticised college dorm scenario, rather than the reality of what it was: overcrowded nightly paid accomodation.

the boys paid every night for a narrow bunk and slept there, they didn't have customised or decorated spaces, logically many wouldn't even be able to secure the same bunk every time they stayed the night, and they certainly didn't have the space to be Sharing bunks - nor would they want to.

also - all of the newsies didn't sleep there! it was inconsistent. some had families or homes or other places to say, some couldn't afford the lodging, plenty slept on the streets or in churches or wherever else. in general, the lodging house wasn't a comfy place nor a home, and i kind of scowl when it's represented as a room of friends cuddling in cosy beds.

second, and much more controversial - i am indeed choosing violence! - i think a lot of livesies is severely overhyped. i am very understanding of the fact that it's the most accessible version of the stage show and also what most people consider "canon", but it is not the newsies bible and not the only valid interpretation ever. i have gotten to the point where i hate akb crutchie. tommy bracco spot is boring. i am tired of ben cook race. don't even get me started on jeremy jordan.

i think spot is overhyped! there's not a lot about that character that interests me, between 92sies or livesies or the stage show in general, he's just kind of there to me, and the broad fanon portrayal (the sprace portrayal) is literally just an oc - but i do love uksies spot. being a woc is this sort of perfect addition that makes all the rest of her character light up too, makes her Interesting. i think more characters could do with being made more layered and interesting, and in many cases livesies just does not provide that.

[idolblrrr]

may 18th, 2024

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today i had a meeting with friends!

we had agreed upon dancing jpop together and we have decided to learn ponponpon, popipo and luka luka night fever and the goal is to meet again in 2 weeks and practice them as a trio

isnt that exciting? I'm loving it!

anyways today I've been practicing my own set list just a little and I've danced luka luka for the first time on my life... oh my god it's too energy consuming so I gotta keep practicing until I can do it the same way as kozue does lol

also today I've been watching lots of akb and hello project videos and added some to my "to dance" list :p

thats all for my idol training today! I sang but for like 2 minutes only

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[boneyard-lovers]

the rose my beloveds - 231021

much has happened in the past day

starting from the sad parts, akb (my jpop girls) are doing a set of three concerts, the first one was last night. actually it was at five in the morning but whatever. it was a lovely concert, i fell asleep halfway through. when i woke up i went to check twitter to see what had happened and i found out that yukirin had announced her graduation. shes the oldest member, and the last of the original three generations. i hate it here. :(

tonight i saw the rose live! the rose is a korean band that i LOVE. i saw them like like a year ago, they are really good live. this time they were at coca cola coliseum, which is right near where i live which was nice. last time i saw them was at the history. i love the history <3

after the rose me and my mother got chicken wings. they were good. i also got mozzerella sticks and mini donuts. my cat doesnt usually eat human food but he likes mini donuts. its really cute.

in other news my dad bought youtube premium for the whole family! no more ads when watching youtube on the big screen !! slaying

theres another concert from akb in a few hours so im gonna stay up to watch that.

song today is back to me by the rose :)

[prkbnchrncls]

August 6 2023

I fetched Momo in the Shinkansen station in Shin-Yokohama. We went to eat katsu, and fixed the screen of her phone in the same building. I gave her a rose. I was a bit nervous as it was around a month since we last met each other, but we instantly connected as always. We vibed heavy instantly- my soul mate. We were both under slept and went back home to Gumyouji. It was scorching hot. We waited for so long for the cab - she was complaining about how inefficient the cab system was and praised Bolt. I felt the same. We eventually got a cab and arrived home. We made passionate love after so long, watched Heartstopper season 2 - and collapsed into sleep’s much needed embrace. I woke up to do my NFT (SOTK) daily sketch. I studied a bit and she pulled my attention and started playing with me - we made sweet love again. Three times that day. A hearty meal of Hamburger rice and Heartsopper completed the night - she drifted off into sleep again as I fought into the deep night working on my AKB task.

That day i asked her why she loved me, she said: you fit me the best - and that I vibe with her very well. At one point we also discussed our future together. She said that she wanted to have our child at around 30 years old, so I told her that we could spend our 5 years together before that as a married couple traveling the world together. I was happy to hear this and she seemed so as well.

Also that day she talked with Mama, Coco, and Yeye for the first time in the phone - it was lovely - I kept teasing her by showing her face on the phone lol.

[rukakikuchi]

What d’ya know? I found all the behind-the-scenes footage for Koi Kojo! ^_^

(I wonder ones for Adrenaline no Yoru are out.)

[liyatv]

小嶋陽菜: Self Love Playlist🎵自分を大切に過ごすためのプレイリスト💞【作業用BGM】

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[justwosothings]

I also loved how fired up AKB when the Juve player kicked Erin. So unexpected cos she's usually quiet and calm. I love when players show passion and emotions. Magda had to step in there too. She was having a night dealing with the idiot and keeping her players out of trouble.

Same that was very unexpected! It was ridiculous of the player to kick her like that though could’ve warranted a red.

Poor Magda 😂

[dontcrywrite]

a kingdom betrayed chapter four excerpt

word count: 1,656 words

notes: here's the very first helen/cory scene in akb, ft. everyone's favorite horse whiskey!!! <3 this takes place the night before helen leaves for her quest!

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Once the excitement dies down, Helen slips off towards the stables.

It’s an old habit of hers, one that goes all the way back to when she was a child, hiding in her foster father’s stables and waiting for the panic choking her to subside. Even now, years later with the chaos of the day hanging over her head, Helen is only able to breathe once she sinks her fingers into Whiskey’s mane.

The stables are quiet this time of night; if they aren’t on duty, most knights are lounging about the courtyard enjoying their rare free time. If she listens hard enough, Helen can hear their voices floating on the air. Usually she’d go out and join them, but right now she’s content to sit in the dark and let the gentle sounds of the horses moving about in their stalls calm her nerves.

She’s supposed to head out tomorrow morning, according to Muriel. Helen’s been waiting for this moment ever since she first joined the palace guard; she even has a bag already packed and stored safely under her cot, ready to go. And yet Helen can’t help but feel a low sense of panic humming under her skin at the thought of the quest. There’s so much hanging on this. What if she doesn’t succeed?

Helen is so focused on running her fingers through Whiskey’s mane that she doesn’t hear the creaking of the stable door opening. She does, however, see the shadows move across the wall as someone slips inside.

Now, logically Helen knows that it’s someone from the palace, but she’s been on edge all evening. Instinct pushes her to move without thinking. Jumping in front of Whiskey, she throws one arm out in front of the horse and the other resting on the sword hanging at her hip. Whiskey didn’t react, too engrossed with the food in front of him to realize what was going on.

“Helen?” A familiar voice calls out from the shadows. “Are you in here?”

Helen’s shoulders slump, and she leans back heavily against Whiskey’s flank. Whiskey nudges her shoulder gently before returning to his food. “Don’t scare me like that,” she says.

Cory steps out of the shadows, a grin dancing on her face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

The sight of Cory is enough to dissipate the tension that has been coiled around Helen’s spine ever since the prince had returned to the palace with one foot in the grave. She looks exactly the same as she did this morning when Helen ran into her: light hair pushed back from her forehead, spade shoved in her pocket, a streak of dirt across her cheek. Helen has never been more thrilled to see anyone in her life.

“What are you doing here?” Helen asks, lips twitching up in a small smile.

“Thought you might be in here,” Cory says with a shrug. She walks over to Helen, a slight bounce in her steps, before rummaging in her pockets and presenting Helen with a slightly crushed daisy. “Stressful day?”

“Don’t get me started.” Huffing out a small breath, Helen accepts the flower and threads it behind her ear. It’s a little ritual the two have shared since they met; Cory had started it, when she all but shoved a bright lily Helen’s hand the first time they’d run into one another.

Cory hums gently, sidling up to Helen and pressing into her side. “You’re heading out tomorrow morning for your quest, right?”

“Yeah.” Silence fell over the two. And then Helen realizes what Cory had just said. “Wait, how do you know about that? I haven’t gotten the chance to tell anyone yet!”

Cory shrugs. “Emory overheard Muriel talking to Joanna about it. The whole castle knew twenty minutes later.”

Helen groans and buries her head in her hands. Cory pats her shoulder sympathetically.

“So where are you going?” Cory’s voice is casual, but Helen knows her well enough to hear the undercurrent of curiosity in her voice.

Now, technically Helen isn’t supposed to talk about her mission to anyone. She was given strict instructions to keep everything close to her chest, to not trust anyone. Someone had infiltrated the palace and passed information to Ausburn; no one could be trusted until the Mage’s plans were unveiled. Not to mention that any and all missions handed down from the king himself weren’t to be shared with anyone, not even her fellow knights.

But this is Cory, the first person Helen befriended when she came to the palace. This is Cory, who always knew how to draw Helen out of her shell and knows exactly what to say to make Helen smile. Helen would trust Cory with her life. She’d never even considered keeping this from Cory.

“You know what happened to Prince Levi.” It isn’t a question. There isn’t a person in the palace who hasn’t heard what occurred that morning. Cory nods, wrapping a hand around Helen’s arm and giving a reassuring squeeze. “Well, Muriel has reason to believe Mage Ausburn was behind the attack.”

Cory hisses in a breath. “I thought he was holed up in the Hingcour Peaks?”

“Apparently he got bored.”

“So, what, they want you to go find him and ask him to stop? I’m sure that’ll go over well.”

“There’s no concrete proof that it’s him. Not yet. Muriel doesn’t want to go after Ausburn until it’s strictly necessary.” Helen gestures to herself. “That’s where I come in. I have to find Ausburn. I find him, I find the proof we need.”

Cory’s fingers tightened around Helen’s arm, just shy of being painful. “That sounds incredibly dangerous.”

“It’s part of the job description,” Helen shrugs.

Cory’s hand leaves Helen’s arm. Helen turns back to Whiskey, resuming her brushing. She can feel Cory’s gaze on her, but doesn’t look up, not wanting to see the concern that she knows is shining out of Cory’s eyes. Whiskey shakes his head gently under Helen’s hands, pleased with the attention.

“Alright,” Cory says after a moment. Helen readies herself for the lecture on safety that is sure to follow. But instead, all Cory says is: “I’m coming with you.”

Helen whips around to face Cory, brush hanging limply from her hand. Even Whiskey lifts his head, as if he was just as shocked at Cory’s words. Had Helen heard her right? "What - what do you mean you're coming with me?"

Cory’s lips are pursed, arms crossed over her chest. Helen knows this look far too well; Cory’s gearing herself up for an argument. “I’m coming with you,” she repeats, narrowing her eyes at Helen.

“That’s - you -” Helen splutters. “You’ve never said this about my other missions!”

“Your other missions didn’t involve you running headfirst at the most dangerous mage in Arla!” Cory throws her hands in the air, voice bordering on a shriek.

“I’m not running at him! It’s just reconnaissance!”

“But what if you get caught? What if he hurts you?”

“I won’t.” Helen reaches out and grabs Cory’s hand, linking their fingers together. “I’m going to be fine. I’d be more worried about you if you came along.”

Cory’s really pouting now. “I can take care of myself!”

“Well, right, but -”

“Remember when I beat you in that spar?”

Helen frowns. “Just because you fight dirty -”

“I won fair and square!”

“What about your job?” Helen asks, hoping the new topic might yield better results. She knows for a fact that Cory would rather cut her own hand off than let anyone touch her flower beds. “You can’t just up and leave without any explanation! Who’ll take care of your flowers?”

This slows Cory down. She rocks back on her heels, looking torn.

“They’ll probably have Ryan take over for you,” Helen says, nodding sagely. “Remember what happened last time he came near your flowers?”

There hadn’t been a plant left untouched. Cory had been devastated. Ryan spent weeks apologizing; he didn’t mean to kill the plants, not really. The poor man didn’t have much of a green thumb.

For a moment, it looks like Cory might conceded to Helen’s point. But then she just shakes her head. “I can always plant new seeds. If I lost you …”

She trails off, but Helen can hear what Cory isn’t saying. If Helen fails this mission, there’s no coming back. Cory’s doing her best to hide it, but Helen can see worry in the way Cory holds herself, stiff and unyielding.

Of course she knows how dangerous this mission was. How could she not? But how could she bring Cory along, only to put her in danger? Cory is more than capable of taking care of herself, yes, but what if she got hurt on Helen’s watch? She’d never be able to forgive herself.

On the other hand, isn’t she one of the only people who would could keep Cory safe?

Cory is pouting again, eyes silently imploring Helen in a way she’s never really been able to say no to. And really, that’s not playing very fair.

“Alright,” Helen sighs, already knowing she’ll regret this. “You can come.”

Cory brightens immediately, throwing herself at Helen and throwing her arms around her shoulders. “Thanks, Hel! This is going to be great!”

For a moment, Helen can’t breathe. Despite her small stature, Cory was deceivingly strong. “If you come with me,” Helen says, wheezing just a bit, “you can’t mess around. This isn’t a game.”

“Of course,” Cory nods solemnly. She then immediately ruins the mood by grinning at Helen. “You know, I’ve never been on a road trip before.”

Helen groans, pushing her face into Cory’s neck. “You’re going to be the death of me,” she grumbles, voice muffled.

Cory laughs, and Helen can feel the vibrations through her skin. “You love me,” she teases as she tangles her fingers in Helen’s hair.

“Yeah,” Helen sighs softly. “Yeah, I do.”

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[jeonghanzaka]

this song saved my life

[okdnn]

Okada Nana and Murayama Yuiri Mail September 4 2020

Okada Nana Mail

September 4

Last night I think deeply

The meaning of “value”.

Every single person has their own version of  “natural”...

And once again I realized 

That what is natural to me

Is so blessed, how I should thankful of it,

And how warm my environment is…. ..

Lot of kind people

Has offer their love to me,

And I want to return it 

In a positive way hundred folds! 

Love repayment! Let’s do it !

Let’s do our best today. Fun friday〜 。

Nostalgic 3 musketeers lane

2nd gen Yoshida Sara chan.

After the concert yesterday, she talked to me!

She said she came to 3 musketeers’ HS events in the past! Lol

So happy 〜 … Thank you 〜 … 

She was AKB’s fan in the first place

And she know well various things

About AKB’s member and songs

So it’s really helpful for her work now right !

I want her to do her best to use that knowledge.

Also, it seems that she really like Yuiyui~

She’s also 18 y.o just like Yuiyui !

**kii

Ikeda Yura chan !

She said that she really like

My Nanakii performance…

When she said that,

Her expression and eyes are so bright!

It seems that she told me the truth. lol

So I told her

“Please do Yurakii someday ok!” lol

Performing Warukii with confidence

Is a hard thing to do …

Michu captain 

Michu who did her best 

As captain … !

She’s getting more beauty everytime I meet her,

“God doesn’t give with both hands”

Michu’s wit and beauty seems to have broken that saying.

Next time, we will go for a meal together! fufufu …

Love lemon and citrus 

I got Lemon Squash Ikaten.

So happy! Happy! Happy! 

I also got the Ponzu one which I like. 

I can’t decide between Umashio and ponzu …

But I chose this one ! so excited !

Autumn of appetite 

Today’s appetite 

Is very very big.

So I ate TKG, natto and Tofu.

It looks to be a low calorie

But it’s surprisingly high in calories … … … 

Also after that

I had chinese cabbage & meat hot pot …

Request 

We’re planning a video.

I’m happy if you can answer it if you have time!

THe deadline is Sept 10 19:00

You can use Filter apps

(as long as your original face can be recognized)

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Please your support !

Murayama Yuiri Mail

Lucky Zukky

Hello！

Yesterday, I played Dobon

With all my family

We pushed play button

While saying “one~two!” together

To see how many of us can play together

We did it a lot！ 

I can’t decide which member

To put on my deck

And I can’t decide on one oshimen too… 

The other day, I pulled Zukki’s rare card

On the gachaー！

[collecting-stories]

Enchanted - Crutchie Morris

A/N: canon-era newsies fic. Based on AKB’s Crutchie cause he’s too cute. 

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There was no denying that Crutchie, with his strawberry-blond hair and effervescent smile, was a sight to behold. The last bit of light illuminating a room through a window and warming anyone who stood in its path. Perhaps a little blinding at first glance but nevertheless beautiful and welcomed amidst the gloom of everyday life in New York. A vast and overpowering city, it was want to make you miss the farm you’d worked on before this but Crutchie made it a little more bearable, even if you only saw him briefly as you grabbed the paper and groceries for your employers.  

“I really am starting to get used to the market,” you mentioned, bright and early as you skimmed the front page of the paper you were sure to purchase.  

“I can’t believe theys don’t have ‘em up north.” Crutchie replied, sparing a smile for a lady that was passing. She slowed and he waved a paper in her direction, seeming to reel her in with it the way one might reel in a fish.  

“I’m sure they do but there’s no need for them where I lived, didn’t make a lick of sense to be selling eggs to people who can already buy eggs. Not even milk delivery came ‘round.” You confided as you finally pulled a nickel from your coin purse.  

“That’s too much,” Crutchie insisted, as he always did.  

In truth it did cut into your income to pay him a full nickel or dime instead of the penny it cost for the paper but you weren’t bother led by it. The family you were in service to now boarded you in their home and you had no one to send your income to so it was solely yours.  

“It’s a tip,” you insisted right back, “your smile is like the sun on a winter day Crutchie.”  

Crutchie flushed a red so deep it looked threatened to match the beets in your basket. It dusted his ears and his freckles disappeared completely.  

“Yous got a way wit words.”  

“I’ll see you tomorrow Crutchie.” You promised,  tucking the paper under your arm and heading in the direction of your house.  

You looked nice enough, plain of dress but he didn’t think anything of it. You had never said you were in service to the household where you lived only that you lived on Poplar street and Crutchie knew it to be richer folk. Not the Katherine Pulitzers of the world, surely, but richer than Davey’s family by leaps and bounds. All you had told him was that you had moved here from up north. You regaled him with tales of the white winters and the beautiful summers in the farming community. The woods and the vast amounts of green pastures everywhere. It sounded like a fairytale, a place too good to be true, like Jack’s Santa Fe. Why should anyone trade such an ideal for the overcrowded streets of New York? He was want to ask but it knew it wasn’t his place. He didn’t know you like that.  

Crutchie has met you the first time you’d gone to the market, walking home frustrated and completely lost, you’d flagged the newsie and asked directions. He’d been hooked ever since. Jack told him that he gave too much of himself to others and that he ought to be careful.  

“Tread lightly.” Were his exact words.  

But Crutchie couldn’t be bothered listening. He was sitting up late at night scrubbing stains out of his vest that had been there since it was sewn. There was no convincing him to go about things slowly.  

“Extra! Extra! Gold found in New York!” Crutchie shouted, waving his arm as he held the paper up. Down the street he could hear Racetrack shouting about a baby born with two heads. Impossible but Racetrack was just sure enough of himself to convince a person it might be true.  

“Least gold makes sense, all those folks moving to the gold towns out west.” Crutchie had joked earlier that morning as he split a stale bagel with his housemate.  

“Theys ain’t stupid, New York ain’t got nothing but rats and garbage.”

“But theys supposed ta believe a baby wit two heads?”  

“I can’t argue wit the people Crutch. They like crazy stories.” Racetrack replied, stuffing the rest of the bagel in his mouth and swallowing it down with water.  

“Just don’t go spreading ya stories on my corner. I’ll have ta soak ya.” Crutchie teased, pretending to whack his friend with his crutch.  

Race was far enough away that he wasn’t pulling any business from Crutchie but he could still hear the over-sensationalised story being advertised to the folks of New York. Both boys would age of the lodge, and of newsie work, soon and they’d been talking about splitting rent with Finch and Mush somewhere near by. There were more than a couple tenement buildings around and Finch had already gotten a second job running machines at a factory near the Hudson. But before Crutchie threw in the towel on being a newsie he wanted to see where his chances sat with you. If he wasn’t hawking papers every morning you’d have no reason to see him, unless you wanted to.  

That was the thing that Jack was warning caution with. Asking you out, confessing his feelings, it was all nice in theory but you had better prospects than a homeless newsie, especially one depended on a crutch.  

“Crutchie!”  

He sold off another paper and pocketed the penny before spinning himself to see you walking his way, waving as you got closer. You waved the way people waved ships out of the harbour, excited and joyful.  

“Here for the pape?” He asked, already pulling one out.  

“I am, I heard a story about a baby born with two heads but I suspect he was lying.” You announced, “what’s yours say?”  

“I’s got gold in New York,” Crutchie offered, handing over the paper that did indeed speak of gold-fever outside the city.  

“Golds tricky business. If it’s there it’s good but if it’s not...” you trailed off, your usual smile faltering just a bit as you took the paper from him.  

“Ya ever seen any?”  

“No, can’t say I have.” You perused the paper as usual, reading through the front page as Crutchie continued to sell.  

“Before ya head off,” Crutchie began to say, drawing your attention away from the paper. “I’s wondered if I could escort ya home sometime?”

“I would love that,” you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face. You’d been stopping to chat up Crutchie for a while now because you liked the newsboy. He was cute and charming and funny and while you were sure he flirted with everyone you liked when he smiled at you and flirted with you. “You could uh, walk me back today?” You offered.  

You had been in the city long enough that you knew both the longest and the quickest route to get home. You took Crutchie the long way back, walking slowly as you did. All the rules about flirting you had learned from the kids at your last service. The shy looks, the accidental brush of a hand or a trip over air only to hold his hand, a sweet smile and laugh at everything he said. You disregarded all of those rules though, instead taking Crutchie’s free arm and walking with him along the street.  

“Do ya like the city so far?” Crutchie asked.  

“It’s nice...it’s always busy. I do like that this house has less kids, and less land.” You replied, “walking to get some eggs at market is a lot easier than wrestling with a bunch of chickens every morning. Or milking a cow!”  

“Oh,” Crutchie said, “I thought yous lived on Poplar.” He was surprised to hear you say that you were in service. But more than that he felt a little more hopeful.  

“I do, but I live in the servants’ rooms, off the kitchen.” You explained, “it’s a pretty nice job, all things considered.”

“I’m sure it beats being a newsie.” He replied.  

“For me certainly, I’d be a lousy newsie...no one would ever buy a pape from me.”  

“I would.”

“You’re too sweet to me Crutchie.”

“I mean it, nothing sells a paper faster than a beautiful face.” He replied, blush staining his cheeks.  

“That’s why you sell so many,” you teased, leaning over quickly and kissing his cheek. You pulled away just as fast, watching the smile that took over his face.  

The two of you walked the rest of the way back in silence, stealing quick glances at each other. When you arrived at your employer’s house on Poplar you led him to the side entrance, in the alley. The kitchen door was open and a few of the other workers were inside, pretending not to look at the two of you but glancing over curiously.  

“Thanks for escorting me home Crutchie, I really enjoyed walking with you.”  

“Maybe I could walk you tomorrow too?” He offered, holding your hand.  

“I would really like that.” You said, kissing his cheek once more, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“See you tomorrow.”  

Crutchie took the quick way home, heading straight for Racetrack’s corner to tell his friend that he owed him a dime. Racetrack had bet Crutchie that she would be too upper-class for him but two kisses and the promise to walk together tomorrow told Crutchie otherwise. He had won, more than just the dime he was already planning on using to buy you a bouquet of flowers for tomorrow.  

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More newsies. 

[theundergrounddrabbles]

Naanya

“May I sit here?”

Her voice awoken me from my phone as I quickly sought her appearance. Owada Nana, former AKB member, and now model. My face formed a smile as she sat at the round table next to me with the other chairs occupied of equipment.

I had worked with other members for their shoots and most were open about being in such a group and to stand out. Lately, I had noticed a risqué spike with their layouts. If they were for hair shots or even presenting their full cheeks had presented it out to the world yet there were a few who did have their worries.

Meeting Jonishi Kei and Rei was a pleasant surprise although the elder was quite open compared to her sister who had a larger rack in my opinion, was less revealing. Both had admitted that their bodies were blessed by genes and they had seen the others including their godlike duo where even that seemed a little taboo.

“I’m Owada Nana. What’s your name?” She asked, taking my attention from the cell phone.

“Tamashiro. I just do scheduling for the shoots and you have some time to go in and do make up.” I stated.

“Oh? Where’s the dressing room?” She inquired.

“I have to show you since it has been a bit tight.” I reported as I placed my phone away.

We walked through the minefield of equipment to a trailer. I confirmed on the clipboard of the room which was the whole thing as I pointed and she nodded before entering the area.

“Tamashiro...” the voice called out. “We have a delay.”

“What do you mean?” I’d asked.

“There’s a few clouds overhead. Please report it.”

My hand pressed against the door and tapped it with my knuckles as I peeked inside.

“Owada-san!”

“Ah I’m on the couch.”

“We have a slight delay in your shoot. Sorry for the inconvenience.” My voice cracked.

“Okay.”

The outside felt like a darkened room. The overcast skies turned gray when I saw the droplets. I had a few seconds when I heard a roar. The drops were covering the screen as I took a seat in the makeup chair. The timing felt awful as Nana sat up.

“Since we’re stuck here... you want to know something secret?” She laughed. “The day I left the group, that’s when I knew I wanted to be a model.”

“Gravure though, there are a few out there.” I recalled.

“True. Hillary has a lot of confidence in what she does and has the body for it. She can’t be a talent as well as the others since she hadn’t prepared for that. Also, there are some things where I felt strained which I wanted to leave sooner.”

“I feel it was harder to leave unless you had a plan.” I sighed.

“Also Mion.” She cackled. “It was difficult to battle her. I couldn’t compete on the level and just accepted fate.”

“How so?” I pondered.

The long winded story seemed odd as I haven’t worked with Mion before. I sensed the rage and the words came like lava from her. The thunder banged against the walls as it came from Nana and then the one thing that struck me.

“You didn’t have to deal with deeds to stop you from saying things.” Nana snapped.

“I’m lucky.” I cleared my throat.

“Mion has a body and backer while I got grief for anything, then I made a mistake. I laid it out that night that I was going to announce it and went ahead with my plans.” She shouted as she ran up. “The day I had been paid for my virginity.”

“Eh?! Why would you tell me this?” I panicked.

“No one knew that was the reason.” She smirked. “Mion wouldn’t dare go that far.”

“I see... well...” I stuttered.

“Regretful yet I could seek my way out.” Nana scoffed.

“I didn’t know too much but many air grievances.” I admitted.

“This weather is not letting up.” Nana sighed. “I’ll let you in on something. There’s a chance.”

Her words felt soothing as she leaned in for a peck upon my lips. Nana pushed me over and threw off her shirt. The sound from above muffled her gums as she reached back to release her bra and threw it to the side.

Nana’s chest was pronounced. The oak-colored areolas with the small nipples as she threw her hands upon them. The feel of them was like pillows, squeezing them gently as the smile grew upon her face. The eruption was growing with her hips grinding over my crotch.

“Every so often... I would do these and feel empty. My fingers would just rub up as I stayed in the bathroom. No one would hear the cries but this time, I won’t accept anything else.” Nana breathed.

I nodded. Her hands slipped under her shorts to her underwear. Nana tugged on my pants before I could take the buckle out and saw the bulge. She turned her hips over towards my head as I faced the white underwear and shifted it away. It was smooth like a table top. My lips pressed up to it, hearing the cry.

My ex didn’t like this part and even my urging would just be to stick it in. The scent was deep within my nostrils yet the taste was briny yet a subtle sweetness.

The loud slurps made my mind explode. She gripped the monster and kept it warm within her mouth. My tongue traced the slit when I stuck the finger inside as it was trapped.

Her voice shrieked upon the move as in return was the hand gripping upon my member as she swung over and dropped her underwear to the floor. Nana didn’t give the moment to pause when she lined it up and placed her weight down with the prick comforted in the walls.

“It might be bigger than I thought.” Nana groaned. “I’m going to come often. Don’t stop. My hips will make me come quicker by the way.”

It was difficult to accept my position but she slowly moved up and down in her position. Nana wasn’t like my ex, she was quite plushy as my fingers dug into her flesh. Her body lacked any muscle and to grab onto her body was driving my libido up.

She fell onto her back and I gripped her knees when I took control. The canal clutched with every thrust deep within her body. I couldn’t go slow with her cries. The speed made her wail when the twitch would come. Her face contorted every which way with my hips going on it’s own.

“If you blow, please make it worth it.” Nana grinned.

I couldn’t hold back when I withdrew and aimed it towards her chest. The slight flick by her brought it up to her face as it sprayed over her. My heart stopped when I saw my work in her hair and covering her mouth and forehead of my seed.

“That is what I wanted.” Nana exhaled. “I can shower before I head out.”

Her mouth came upon the exhausted prick. Sucking out the last bits of the man sauce from there. Nana came away with a huge smirk as she sat up.

“That was nice.” Nana spat. “You are going to make it hard to wear a bikini without showing my lust.”

“Thanks?” I smiled.

“I’ll be okay for now.”

It was an experience upon the day clearing up. I escaped from the trailer to return to the room as Nana cleaned up. The end of the day brought me back as she handed me a bag.

“I soaked this one of love.” She winked.

I slipped it into my pocket. The scent was not of sprays but the pool and ocean if it ever came together.

[chanyoungies]

day6/sing me, han jisung/skz, jaehyun, bunnies, squirrels, sf9, tbz, soonwoo, pompom accessories, glittery clear nail polish, bows, whatsapp, kittens, "sweetheart", compsci, japan//japanese, poland, spain, paris, wooseok, n.flying, akb, highway to heaven+love me now, streets of gold, jeffjohn, your soft bf, those fruity perfumes, late nights, whatsapp calls and them failing to connect and dropping, victon, twice + get loud, peach beer now, flowers, matcha cheesecake, bread going bad, "hi hello-"

hi hello welcome to tumblr it’s been 2987439 years hasn’t it :>

you’re making me soft and then resentful and then amused that’s too many emotions at once angel-

sing me best song yes ♥ but like..............why bunnies...where did that come from...POMPOM AND BOWS MWAH 💕also i like how there’s just “whatsapp” in the middle of all this. my soft bf < 3 ALSO YEAH OK BUT IT’S BEEN 3894939 SINCE WE LAST CALLED WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR (why mention the beer i’m-)

but like. what the fuck is w**se*k doing there. what does that man have to do with me. :/