#lyrics: i'll stand by you by the pretenders

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hi bby, could i request jealous modern!aemond?😊

i tried my best but i feel like everything was better in my head, i hope i managed to get things right with the words <333 thanks for requesting

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

-aemond needs to get you back.

cw; kinda like exes to lovers, jealous!aemond, aemond being an idiot and he's sorry for that, criston cole in his own warning, reader's shorter than aemond, mentions of alcohol, kissing, aemond being desperate to get you back, also he's a sad fool and he accepts that, suggestive towards the end but nothing descriptive, title is a hozier lyric

wc; 2k

i'll crawl home to her

aemond likes to think he's good at controlling his emotions. at least he can keep his face neutral, he doesn't let people know what he thinks.

that turns out to be a lie, though, the moment he sees a guy behind the bar stool you sit.

he relaxes his fists. you're not his girlfriend. he has no right to feel jealous over your affections. who's that guy, anyway? how can he be bold enough to talk to you like this, leaning to the bar with his arm almost wrapped around you? aemond hates the idea of someone being braver than him. he fucking despises the idea of you giving a smile to that- that asshole.

"you okay?" cole asks, his glass almost empty in his hand. he follows aemond's gaze and, boom. just like he guessed.

"of course, i'm okay." aemond replies, coolly. there's no logical reason behind his real emotions.

"if you keep staring like that, she will notice."

aemond turns to him sharply. his gaze is burning, almost feels like crying or something worse than that. "i'm not staring."

"if you say so." cole shrugs. he's got worse problems than dealing with aemond's jealousy to be honest. he knows aemond will never admit what's happening in truth.

"do you- do you know who that is?" aemond asks, not that he thinks cole can actually know a random guy at the bar. he tries to fill the stupid silence between them, change the subject after that, storm out when he finishes his drink. he despises the pathetic situation he unwillingly put himself into.

"do i know the guy who's flirting with your ex-girlfriend?" cole pretends to think. "um- no, i don't actually."

the mention of you burns his chest. it's because of the whisky, he tells himself. keep your cool, keep your cool. don't let them know anything.

"it doesn't matter, anyway." he says, feeling like a desperate fool.

"no, it doesn't." cole agrees. aemond can sense his mocking, his tendency to talk boldly tonight. cole isn't like that usually. "because you are not together anymore."

"we're not."

"because you let her go." cole continues, takes a sip from his glass. "it was quite stupid of you if you ask me."

"i didn't ask you, cole."

"no, no, but just- what were you thinking when you decided to break things off with her, hmm? what was the motivation behind it?"

"you're going too far."

"i'm not." cole says. "you just can't face with your own decisions."

"fuck off." aemond stands up, getting his jacket. "you don't even know what you're talking about. didn't ask your damn opinion about my love life, did i?"

"just admit you failed, aemond. lost the one good thing about you." cole speaks calmly after him. "you'd do all of us a great favor."

aemond walks away. there's no need for drunken arguments tonight, he's certainly not in the mood for discussing his past decisions. he can't help a brief look on your seat, though. you're not there. he didn't see you leaving, he can't see your jacket or that sparkly purse you love so much. the guy stays where he is, chatting with his friends. where are you?

"oh!" someone shorter than him almost collapses with his chest. "aemond?"

aemond wishes you to not look so pretty with that smudged eye make up and- his fucking favorite color on your lips. what kind of strength should he have to not kiss you against the wall when you're looking at him through those glossy eyes? he takes a step back, an apology ready on his lips.

you beat him through it. "sorry." you say, blinking your pretty eyes. "didn't see you there."

"no, it's okay." he collects himself before doing something stupid. "i was walking too fast."

you nod, your purse in your hand and your jacket thrown on your shoulders. you don't look drunk, maybe just tipsy. turning your back to him, you keep walking your way, out of the club. running into your ex-boyfriend shouldn't stop you from going home.

aemond thinks of the guy back there. you're not together with him, are you? he's not with you right now, he doesn't call a cab, and you don't look like you're waiting for anyone. that must be a relief. it doesn't feel like it, though. aemond is certain anyone who sees you would fall for your charms, that guy was no exception. all the hypothetical men get into his head. fuck them all.

"are you alone?" he asks you, foolishly. you nod. no words for him. why would you bother?

"i can- my car is over there if you-"

"i don't want anything from you, aemond."

okay. he deserves this. he knows he deserves this.

"it's late." he says. "i know you don't want anything to do with me, but i can at least-"

"i said no." you cut him. "you don't have to pretend to care."

you start walking in the cool breeze of night air. it feels nice on your face. aemond follows you like he's lost, like he doesn't know where to go without you. "can we talk?" he asks, his voice is softer than the last time you talked. "please?"

"there's nothing to talk about." you tell him, looking at him briefly.

"i made a mistake." he says like he's pleading. the alcohol gets him, his lips move on their own. he keeps telling himself he won't regret anything he tells you right now. he's not drunk, that means they are all real. "i made many mistakes. letting you go was the worst of them."

"that sounds like an interesting story." you say, sarcastically. "would you like to continue? i'm sure people on the street will enjoy your freak show."

he has no explanation for this but your attitude turns him on.

"i saw you with that guy." he says.

"you really should stop talking now." you say. "you're being pathetic."

"no, i-" he can get on his knees and beg. he's cursing his past self, cursing his stupid decisions. "please."

"please, what?" you get angrier each second. this is not a game you'll be playing with him. "do you realize how stupid you sound?"

"of course i do." he answers with a slight pout. "i just need you to see- to understand how terrible it makes me feel, to- to see you with another guy and not being able to do anything about it-"

"no need to be so selfish." you say, calmly. "i'm not your anything. you cannot react like this every time we run into each other by chance."

"i regret it." his legs can give up any second now. he begs for something divine to help him out of his misery. "i regret everything i did. i never should have let you go."

your heartbeat gets quicker with anger and adrenaline. the fact that you're still hopelessly in love with him does nothing to calm your nerves. he doesn't deserve your love. you will not accept anything he says until he proves he's worthy. you try to control your breath, stop your hands from shaking. he has no right to do this, you remind yourself.

"it's too late." you say. "you don't deserve to get everything back after you let them go like the way you did."

he looks at you so sweetly, you have to swallow and look away. he's fond of that attitude of yours, how you put yourself first after he hurt you, and his chest tightens with the loss of you there but he can't help a wave of affection towards your frowny face and your crossed arms. there's his girl, you're still there, still present with your anger and precise words. he would to anything to get you back.

"i know." aemond agrees, slowly. "i promise, i know- and you're right, whatever you decide to do, you're right."

"are you trying to fix us just because you saw me with another guy?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

"no, of course not. not only because of that." he says quickly. "i wanted you back since the first time you walked out. i just didn't have enough courage to talk to you."

"so you're admitting you were being stupid and acting like coward?" you challenge him with two things he hates the thought of being the most.

"it was stupid of me to break up with you." he says slowly. he's gonna have to be a big boy for this. "i was only trying to protect you from my family and- and myself, but i acted cowardly."

"i can protect myself." you say. "i don't need you to decide for me."

"i know that, sweetheart." he smiles. it's a tiny move on his lips, he's always so fond of your independent nature. "i apologise for not speaking things clearly."

it's your turn to smile. you take a step towards him, he stays still. the top buttons of his shirt expose his neck nicely, the chain you got him hanging there. he never let you go. he was only being an idiot. you think you want him back. he can fix his own idiocity by himself, but you want him back.

"what do you want?" you ask with a kind voice like you're teasing. you're not teasing, not in the least but he doesn't know that, does he?

"i want you to be my girlfriend again." he says, straightening his posture. his shoulders are high, his neck long. he feels like a dragon ready to fight for you. "if you'll have me."

you push him softly against the wall behind him and cup his cheeks. he accepts the kiss greedily, changing positions so that your back is against the wall. he makes a rightful mess of your lipstick, his hands on your waist and on the back of your neck. you close your eyes. his scent hits your senses so well, your hand goes to his shoulder to pull him closer.

you break the kiss. "you cannot do the same thing again, okay? you cannot leave me and come back, you cannot think for my place and make my decisions when it comes to you and our relationship."

"okay." he says, his eye closed and his lips following your mouth. "i promise."

"good." you say, pull him for another kiss. it's only been two weeks but you missed him. he feels safe like this, and familiar with his body pressed against yours against the wall of a club. the darkness of the night covers you, your sparkly purse is the only thing that can be seen from a distance.

aemond kisses you like he's been out of breath for so long. he's been a desperate fool for days but now it's over. everything gets clear when he gets you like this, his mind free of worry and anger, all those devilish thoughts that bother him. he's content with his place, he doesn't have to pretend he's okay. it's all real.

"by the way-" you start saying between two lovely kisses. "that guy back there already has a lover named charles. you didn't have to worry about him anyway."

aemond laughs and it's a real laugh, not one of the fake ones he has to throw into aegon's or cole's face. you smile and he kisses your cheek. you hold his hand, he squeezes your fingers.

"i like your dress." he changes the subject, leading you to his car. "is that new?"

"of course it is." you answer, cheekily. "my boyfriend decided to be a jerk for no reason and i had to keep myself busy with something."

aemond had no idea the night could turn into something amazing when he first agreed to come here with cole. he can't keep his hands off you, kisses you against the car this time. he's gotta find a way to make up for the time he made you lost. kissing you and getting you your favorite drink on the way home might be a good start.

he gives you a silent promise to atone his sins between your legs in the following hours.

[totalswag]

nonsense — DREW STARKEY

authors note i've wanted to write a singer!reader drew fic for the longest time. i've read some singer!reader fics lately and it gave me some inspiration to write my own. i hope you guys enjoy reading. this was also requested by an anon not long ago, so if you’re reading this enjoy 🩵. the song choice is nonsense and just think to when sabrina is performing this song at coachella.

summary performing at coachella for the first time with friends and your lovely boyfriend supporting you in the crowd.

warnings none!

Coachella.

This is your first Coachella where you are performing. You will be playing live in front of millions of people. This is the last weekend for the festival.

Tens of thousands of people travel from all over the world to attend Coachella. The festival features sculptures, art installations, and other open events in addition to music.

When your manager called you about being invited to perform you couldn't believe your ears. Now, here you are about to step on stage.

Standing in a circle backstage with your crew, discussing everything you've prepared for over the last few days and having fun out there. This is what you always do before a show.

Second weekend of the festival.

Walking on stage seems like a surreal experience for you. Looking around, you can sense the intensity of the enormous crowd in front of you.

The weather was lovely, with the sun still shining and the breeze brushing over your skin. 

"Hello Coachella, my name is Y/F/N, what's yours?" You smile into the microphone while waving away.

You began by introducing the crowd to yourself, your backup dancers, your music, if everyone is having a great time, etc.

Interacting with your fans is one of your favorite parts of singing on stage. You value your interactions with them since you like conversing. When you read comments on your shows, they usually mention how fascinating you are.

After singing a few songs from the set list, you took a little breather and spoke to the crowd saying a joke, making them laugh.

You begin the next song by sipping from an old-fashioned soda bottle while seated in a chair. As you take a seat, you glimpse your boyfriend, Drew, along with a couple of your friends and security. 

You two make eye contact. Butterflies fill your stomach. You offer him a small wave, and he smiles and turns around, presumably blushing.

Fans up close captured the brief interaction with their phones out. We'll see it on social media later today.

Drew and you began dating in the midst of season three of Outer Banks. The first outing was Pougelandia, and fans began to speculate about your relationship because it came out of nowhere.

To be honest, Madelyn Cline and you were close friends before she began filming season one of Outer Banks. She’s the one who introduced you to Drew.

"The last song I'll be playing for you guys is nonsense, so if you know the lyrics, sing along," you cheer, lifting your free hand in the air, moving it around with excitement.

"Is it possible we get my amazing dancers out here," you turn around, pretending you have no idea where they went, "guys come out here, we could perform some sort of choreography, you know" as you gaze at your dance crew coming out the set.

Nonsense is about Drew.

It is one of your favorite songs that you have written. When you first released it, many were unsure who it was about until photos of Drew and you emerged.

Think I only want one number in phone

I might change your contact to "don't leave me alone"

You said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em role

Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh

You dance with your dancing crew, who are behind you and moving in sync. The choreography is muscle memory for you guys because you've been performing this song for a few years now.

But I can't help myself when you get close to me

Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like "bleh bleh bleh"

I don't want no one else (no no) baby, I'm into deep

Here's a little song I wrote (a song I wrote) its about you and me

When you sing the last line of the pre-chorus, you gesture to Drew in the audience, who moves his head side to side while listening to you sing and blushes when you point to him. You giggle into the microphone.

Fans started cheering louder as they watched you motioning to your lover in the audience.

You continue to move around stage all throughout the song.

You go around the center of the stage as your backup dancers finish their final few dances. One of your backup dancers grabs a chair for you to sit in.

At the end of nonsense you always come up with rhymes. Started doing this after the first performance and can't stop doing it.

Told him he makes me weak to my knees

Everything about him just so dreamy

By the way he's name Drew Starkey

When you say your boyfriend's name, the crowd cheers. You saw his response as he mouthed the words "I love you," dropped his jaw, and put his hands over his heart.

"Coachella, you've been amazing to me these past two weekends. Thank you so much. Can we please give a huge around of applause for our amazing dancers, come on out guys!" Excitement in your voice when you call your dance crew out on stage.

Once you guys made it off stage, you guys began cheering with a bunch of energy. Everyone gave each other hugs.

"Water is calling my name right now" you groan with urgency.

Approaching your manager, holding a cold water bottle for you- thanking her a few times as you open the bottle. You were about jugging down the water when you heard Drew's voice approaching.

"Hi baby," you squeal, dragging the y in baby, and rush into Drew's arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. Being in his arms sends relief in your body.

He smells so good.

He chuckles, "You did so well out there, so proud of you," and delicately places you on your feet.

"Thank you," blushing to the point where your cheeks were red. "Did you enjoy the outro of nonsense?" You inquire with curiosity, despite the fact that you already know his response.

He softly grins that makes your heart flutter, "Mhm yeah I did" kissing the top of your head, wrapping his right arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"Why don't we get something to eat?" "How's that sound, baby?" Drew asks, his arm still around you.

Your ears and eyes light up from his request, “obviously yes.”

Before leaving you heard the voices of friends turning the corner. The rest of your friends, as well as Drew's cast members who are also your friends, returned to stage, thrilled to see you.

It was so good to see them.

Drew and you returned to the van to change, drove to the Airbnb to relax before returning to watch other artists perform after the sun had set with your friends.

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"Oppa"

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• It was a quiet Friday evening and you had come home from work a few hours ago and now had the sudden urge to arrange your closet. Your countless clothes were now scattered all over the bed with your Spotify Kpop playlist on shuffle in the background.

• Chan was busy working on writing some lyrics on his notepad in the other room.

• When he finally was satisfied with what he wrote he decided to check in on you and ask if you needed some help in folding your clothes.

• So he walked into the bedroom, rubbing the back of his neck, as he glanced around, when the familiar notes of Boy In Luv by BTS reached his ears. His eyes landed on you, swaying to the beat of the chorus as you folded your clothes, completely engrossed in the music.

• When the part 되고파 너의 오빠, 너를 향한 나의 마음을 왜 몰라? (I want to become your oppa why don't you know my feelings for you ?) came up, you noticed him standing at the doorway, you smirked at him.

• Feeling completely confident and mischievous this time for some reason, you grabbed an artificial rose from the vase on your bedside table and approached him, singing the lines to him passionately 나를 모른 척해도, 차가운 척해도 널 밀어내진 못하겠어 (even if you pretend to not know me and be cold i still can't push you away).

• Chan's eyebrows shot up in surprise, he clearly hadn't expected you to serenade him with this song, a song meant for a girl by a guy. "Wait what are you - ?! Are you seriously serenading me with this song ?" He continued to look at you in amusement yet he couldn't help but blush at your antics.

• You ignored him and continued to sing 되고파 너의 오빠 너의 남자가 될 거야 두고 봐 (i want to be your oppa I'll be your man, wait and see), as you held the rose out to him, tilting your head dramatically as you waited for his reaction with a mischievous smile on your face.

• Chan was utterly dumbfounded yet he couldn't hide his amusement and the growing grin on his face. He blinked a few times before bursting into laughter and said "out of all the songs in the world you serenaded me with a song about wanting to be someone's man ? Y/N you're unpredictable", he continued laughing, and took the rose.

• "So ? Can't I take charge and serenade you ?", you mock pouted.

• His laughter softened into a warm smile "you're too much you know that ?"

• "Thanks thanks, I aim to entertain".

• "Chan looked at the rose in his hand and said "you're lucky I find this adorable".

• "Adorable ? I was going for bold and romantic Chan", feigning offense.

• "Oh ya that too", he said as he pulled you closer.

• "You know I hated the word oppa ? I mean when I came to know this whole K industry existed that word was everywhere in songs, movies and fans overused it to no end so I found it cringy".

• He raised his eyebrows, "so what changed now ? because you know you literally just serenaded me with a song that had oppa".

• "Ahh I guess I kind of like it now but only in small doses. Maybe I started to like it because of you who knows ? Like it's not cringy when it comes to you, it's cute, I guess".

• He trailed off looking thoughtful. Then he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "So you think I'm cute ? Anyways if you ever did call me oppa, like, seriously, I think my heart might stop".

• You raised your eyebrows, smirking. "Oh is that so ?"

• "For the record you can call me anything and it would be sweet. But oppa, coming only from you is ..... special", he said quietly. You made a mental note about this.

• Fifteen minutes later, you both had fallen into a comfortable silence, as you continued to fold the last of your clothes with Chan's help, the oppa conversation forgotten for now. That was until you had a mischievous idea.

• Chan had folded a bunch of your clothes and was about to keep it on the top shelf of the closet but you wanted it to be on the middle shelf. So you realised that the opportunity couldn't be missed.

• "Oppa, put the clothes in the middle shelf", you said, trying not to smirk, feigning innocence.

• Chan froze mid-way, his head whipped towards you so fast, you were surprised he didn't pull a muscle.

• "What ? What did you just call me ?", his voice full of disbelief and shock.

• "What ? I just said oppa put the clothes in the middle shelf", you shrugged innocently, your tone nonchalant as if it was the most natural thing to do.

• Chan’s jaw dropped, and he stared at you as if you’d just declared something groundbreaking. "You,did you just, did you actually ?", he stammered, his usual eloquence completely failing him.

• You turned back to your task, suppressing a laugh as you placed the clothes you took from his hands neatly into the cupboard. "What’s the big deal ? You told me you'd like it, didn’t you?".

• "You ! You can’t just drop that on me out of nowhere ! I wasn’t ready !"

• You finally let out a laugh, closing the cupboard and turning to face him fully. "What do you mean, you weren’t ready ? It’s just a word".

• "No no no," he said, shaking his head, his expression somewhere between giddy and flustered. "It’s not just a word. You, you said it so casually ! Like, like…" He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as if trying to collect himself. "You know what you’re doing to me right now, don’t you ?"

• You shrugged, folding another shirt. "I have no idea what you’re talking about".

• "You've ruined me now. I'll be thinking about this for days now".

• "You're so sappy", you said, ruffling his hair.

• "And you love it",he shot back.

• A fortnight later, you walked into the studio with a nicely packed lunch for all the members. When you stepped in, the guys greeted you enthusiastically.

• "Look who's here",Minho said with a smirk. "Oh she's brought food", said Felix, his face lighting up.

• "Don't worry guys I brought extra for all of you, so no fighting over the food". You glanced over at Chan who was looking at you interact with the members with a smile on his face. You chatted some more with the guys.

• The boys laughed at some joke you made , and some time later their attention was completely focused on the food. Meanwhile you took the specially packed lunch you had brought for Chan and approached him.

• "I made this for you Channie", you said with a smile on your face.

• "Thanks love", he blushed as he took the box from your hands.

• The moment seemed innocent enough until, just as you were about to leave, you turned back to the room, saying your goodbyes to the other members. But as you reached the door, you turned to Chan, a mischievous idea in your head.

• "Oppa, eat well," you said sweetly, leaning in to kiss his cheek, your lips lingering on his cheek a moment long than usual before stepping back. You glanced over your shoulder, catching his stunned expression as you added a playful knowing wink before walking out. The room went silent.

• "Did she just - ?", Seungmin asked, looking up from his food in shock.

• "Oppa ? Since when does Y/N call you oppa ?" asked Hyunjin, his mouth half full with food, his eyes wide.

• Felix nearly choked on some rice, hastily patting his chest before he says "Wow i didn't know she even had that word in her vocabulary".

• Chan, on the other hand, was frozen in place, holding the lunch box like it was the most precious thing in the world. His face turned a deep shade of red, and he touched the spot on his cheek where you’d kissed him, as if to confirm it actually happened. "She just called me -" he began, his voice soft and incredulous. "She called me oppa a second time."

• "Yeah, we heard,"Jeongin deadpanned, though his eyes were still wide.

• "And kissed you on the cheek", Jisung added with a grin. "In front of all of us, too. Bold".

• "A second time ? What do you mean ?", Changbin asked him.

• Chan recounted to his members what happened two weeks prior in brief. He was met with a response of wolf whistles and loud 'woah's and clapping.

• Chan turned to glare at them, though his blush gave away his embarrassment. "Shut up guys,"he muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words, hiding his face with his palms. " I didn't know she was going to do that. She just.. caught me off guard again"

• "Oh, you’re enjoying this", Jisung said, nudging Chan with his elbow. “Don’t even try to deny it".

• "Maybe a little", he admitted softly.

• "A little ? You look like you're on cloud nine", Hyunjin said smirking.

• The room erupted into laughter as Chan buried his face in his hands, his ears burning. " Can we just drop it already ?"

• "No way", Minho said. We're not letting you live this one down".

• Despite the teasing, Chan couldn’t stop the warmth that spread through his chest. The memory of your playful wink and the way you’d said oppa replayed in his mind, making him smile despite himself.

• As the laughter died down and the members turned their attention back to the food, Chan sat quietly, still holding the lunch box you’d given him. He couldn’t help but think about how effortlessly you managed to turn his world upside down with just a single word.

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my mistake. gregory house

🩺🥼 | you should've known better, but you don't. you were pathetically in love with house.

masterlist: greg house n all

warnings! age gap, office (?) romance, angst, fellow!reader, doc!reader, stageplay style format, lyrics sprinkled

you bite back tears.

house. (mockingly) are you gonna cry?

you. no, something counterfeit's dead. nothing to cry about.

he's staring at you with half squinted eyes, scoffing without reprieve, somehow colder than ice.

house. right... the fact that you have to say that proves there's something to cry about. so, what is it? what did you think it was?

you look away, blinking like you were guilty. a patronizing look's settled on house's face now. gears turning in eyes when he realizes you were stupid enough to get lovestruck in between casual banter and sex, and nights spent in the nook of this godforsaken office talking; tittering about more and less.

he drawls out in theatrical mortification.

house. oh god. i must really be that good. never realized i could dick you down into being lovestruck. oops!

his voice echoes in your head.

idiot, it's just sex.

house doesn't need to spell it out for you. you gave into an illusion that isn't, that wouldn't, and that couldn't. it was a girlish fantasy to think you could have it with him. yet, you clung onto some sliver of hope that he could transter his aptitude to his feelings and articulate those gentlemanly gestures into spoken words, and not fleeting silent declarations that were destined for the abyss. you suppose that the two of you will follow that fate. must be the law of entropy, or some other law of physics that house had mentioned in passing in your briefings.

you nod numbly, tongue retaliating without second thought. you could match him if he wanted. house isn't the be-all and end-all he pretends to be.

you. yeah, you fucked me so good i almost said three words.

house throws his head back, dissatisfied.

house. that's not an answer.

your brow shoots up, accusingly.

you. oh! you want an answer! i thought you'd already come up with that on your own minutes ago.

you know he wants a definite answer, unsatisfied being kept in the unknown. only, you know he only wants you to say what he already knows. he just wants the confirmation like a stupid autopsy.

you. what do you want me to say house? i don't know what you want me to say.

he barks.

house. you caught feelings! i don't know what you want me to do with that!

you. acknowledge them, house! like a normal fucking human being!

house sighs, licking his lips in careful consideration.

house. i'm too old for you. baseline feelings are just baseline. what you want is all the domestic crap that you know i can't give you. you're a doctor. i'd be a mistake.

you. then be my mistake! if you're so convinced you'll break my heart, break my heart. prove your hypothesis.

he blinks. your words hang heavy, waiting for something to come out of his lips. anything to put you out of your misery, but he doesn't.

you. (barely in a whisper) i'm offering my heart to you.

house. you...

you. be my mistake, house.

you eye him desperately, slowly faltering.

you. please.

but again, he doesn't say anything, merely standing with gaping eyes. you stay a moment longer, before you resign yourself pathetically.

house. you'll make me worse.

your brows crinkle.

you. what?

house. (slowly) you'll make me worse. you'll make me care, caring's for idiots. it's ordinary.

you blink, looking at him incredulously.

house. i can't be worse, l/n. i'm already bad. if i start caring, i'll be making myself a worse doctor. i can't be worse. i need to diagnose.

you. you're scared to jump ship because you'll do a bad job?

your words and tone are like his. you echo him down to the furrow of your brow. house sees that alarmingly.

you. you think that caring makes you ordinary? house, there's nothing ordinary about you! you're this god-like hotshot doctor who's always right, even if you're a jerk, you're right.

his eyes soften.

house. (musing) all the more reason to listen to me.

you. take a chance, house. otherwise tell me you don't care. say that i'm pathetic and we can forget about this.

house doesn't say anything, eyes steeling in contemplation. you wait, but he doesn't move. they were right. house isn't willing to sacrifice and compromise his objectivity for you. you'd read him wrong.

you swallow.

you. i understand.

you turn to leave, swallowing your nerve for the sake of your dignity. you'd thought that all those looks meant something, that sex wasn't just sex. but you're an idiot. you could say that for him.

it doesn't take a medical license to know that. even one of the fools in the er would know.

house leans on his table. the lamp casts a handsome shadow on his face, making his grey stubble glitter slightly. there's a totally grave look on his face. it's easier to be mean, but he holds his tongue for you.

house. i can't give you what you want.

you spare him a look, already by the door.

you. i don't want anything. just you.

somehow, you find the strength to chuckle, albeit weakly. it does nothing to lift the discomfort between the two of you.

you. but hey, it's just sex, right?

you try to appreciate his effort. he's never just mean, it's a shiny veneer he designed to shoo people away. underneath that, he's the most considerate man you've ever met.

but you can't. it would be easier if he was just plain mean, because at least you didn't have to know that he was lying to himself.

house. i... i'm sorry.

you. (solemnly) don't be. see you tomorrow.

instead of a silly apology, you rather him just call you pathetic. but you can't always get what you want, just like how house can't let himself say the words he's been saying to you with those infuriating eyes of his. but the two of you were destined to the same abyss those silent declarations vanished to.

it was never nothing, but the pain in his leg would never let him say that. he's convinced himself that he'll drag you to misery, so he watches you leave to see you in the morning like you'd been nothing more.

you end up his mistake either way.

[1moreff-creator]

Fool's Table MV - Analysis

I absolutely adore this MV so it's getting an immediate analysis post. I cannot fucking believe what was in it. After playing coy with Mai for so long, we get an entire MV about her and Teruko?!?! The Terumai stocks are through the roof and my adoration is immeasurable. Let's go!!!

I hope I'm able to pick up on at least most of the most important details, I am doing this a bit off the cuff lol. As always, an important disclaimer is that the following is just my interpretation, I could be wrong about some things, and others may have multiple valid interpretations, I’m not claiming that my way of seeing the MV is the only “right” one, yadda yadda, you know this by now.

First, the description:

Together, alone, until the curtains close, I want to dance on the stage with you.

Pretty straightforward. The entire MV is framed on a stage, there's curtains, Mai and Teruko even dance. Just reinforcing the togetherness of Mai and Teruko (and don’t worry, we’ll get to that).

But, wait. Not everyone knows who Mai is, or what we already knew of her relationship with Teruko. That’s understandable, she’s had literally 9 seconds of screen time in the main series, and while it’s widely speculated she’s Unnamed Classmate, that’s not immediately obvious.

If you don’t know anything about her, I'll recommend you read up on the relevant sections of my secrets masterpost, since all you really need is her profile, Mai quotes and maybe her LGI numeral to understand this post. Or, if you're down for a longer read, my only somewhat outdated Mai post.

Next, we have to ask, what is Fool's Table actually about? I find it helps to talk about the song's overall meaning before diving into any specific lines, so we can better understand them in context.

Fool's Table is a song primarily about societal rules and expectations, and what it means to live within them. You'll see plenty of references to manners, people wearing masks, etc. The song also dwells on the concept that suffering is an inherent part of being human, and how to deal with this fact. The titular Fool's Table refers to life itself; it's framed both as a table, where society would claim manners and cleanliness are important, and described as a stage in various occasions, somewhere to dance and dirty and act on. You'll see what I mean when we get to line by line analysis, which this should be enough to get us started on, I think!

We open on a shot of a table, filled with plenty of different foods. Given this is the "table of life", you can easily interpret this as a representation of the large amount of experiences which life can offer. Before Teruko and Mai appear, the following lyrics play:

I'll deliver the final blow Already, that kid has a pitiful look on their face Everything everywhere is in flames Savages acting "sensitive"

"Everything everywhere is in flames" is pretty straightforward, I think. A very Teruko-like sentiment. This sentiment is possibly why the table that represents life is shown upside down; being "upside down" is a way of showing that everything's wrong with it, and by extension the world. The "final blow" mentioned, in my opinion, is showing this "truth" to the "kid with a pitiful face." Basically, this kid, possibly a stand-in for all children, was already sad, and now you're telling them everything is in shambles because of "savages" who pretend to be more compassionate, "sensitive", than they truly are.

On its surface, this seems like exactly the kind of fatalism that Teruko has held throughout most of her life. However, the next lines actually recontextualize these statements in quite an important way.

Let's let the flowers bloom until the end From the cradle to the grave, there's not enough love! Impatient guests, in a hurry Everyone is wearing the same face

This reveals that the singer actually wants things to get better, "flowers to bloom until the end." Although discontent with the current state of the world, with all these people who have lost their identity ("wearing the same face") due to "being in a hurry" (which you can interpret in a few different ways but it's not all that important for us), they seem to believe there are ways to improve it. And this idea that the singer wishes to go against society and make a better world for themselves is immediately tied to Teruko in the next line.

"You have no manners"

(The color's not actually in the MV just to be clear lol)

So first, sick animation. DRDTDev is awesome.

Anyways, there's the connection. For all that Teruko in current canon doesn't particularly believe her life can get better, she's certainly someone who goes against what is expected of her, here represented by dropping her cutlery and eating with her mouth. That's because Teruko doesn't think acting the way others act is going to help her, so she does her own thing. For example, pushing everyone away after the first trial, when others would want her to be more approachable. And with this idea, we reach Teruko's side of the table.

Now, gather around the pure white table

"The pure white table" is an ironic statement. Remember, the table represents life, so pretending it's "pure white" would imply it's simple and orderly, which the singer obviously doesn't believe. To amplify the irony, the statement is contrasted by the image of Teruko spilling blood all over the "pure white table." The statement is pretty clear: Teruko is a challenge to the orderly nature of society. Not only because she's a disruptive person herself, but because her life of misfortune is in itself a challenge to the idea that everything's perfect and okay, the mask that the other people mentioned before in the song wear.

Dance on spinning dishes, oh no

I actually quite like this line. The imagery of dishes is obviously connected to the table, which represents life, but spinning dishes in particular is a circus trick. Literally calling the world a circus, lmao. And asking you to dance on the dishes once again invites images of disorder and going against expectations.

We've forgotten the right way to breathe

AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!!!

Indeed, our favorite mystery girl (and birthday girl!), Mai Akasaki, makes an appearance. Unlike Teruko, Mai's eating with her cutlery, the way society would want her to. And this isn't exactly the first time we've seen Mai be contrasted with Teruko in this kind of vibe, remember?

In the LGI MV, Teruko is described as "someone dearly unloved", while Mai is "someone dearly loved." If you know anything about Mai, you know the idea that she's perfect by all standards, including societal ones, isn't exactly new.

However, it's worth noting that this is only a first impression. We'll see Mai dancing on the table later, and based on that and the whole "document" situation with Xander and Unnamed Classmate in Visiting Graves, we know Mai's perfectly fine with going against the grain and doing what she believes is right, despite what society may think. That said, unlike Teruko, her existence isn't actually a threat to the status quo, as she's:

[Mai Quote - Min]: An average girl with nothing special at all about her.

It's worth noting, though, she seems to be eating flowers instead of food. This can be an early indication of her more rebellious leanings (you eat food, not flowers), but I think it could be meant to serve as further contrast with Teruko. Remember how the foods could represent life experiences? Well, "eating flowers" in that sense could mean that Mai actually had a pretty pleasant life, which is entirely possible as, again, ordinary girl. We know from Charles' Mai quote that she loves her family, from Whit's that she has many friends, and from Visiting Graves that she doesn't have money issues. She could certainly have other issues, mind you, but right now we don't have much indication of it.

Oh also the lyric. "We've forgotten the right way to breathe" is just another way the singer has of expressing dissatisfaction with how others act. It seems like it's explicitly ambiguous whether Mai is one of the people who've forgotten the right way to breathe, or one of the people who hold the singer's opinion, playing into the dichotomy of how Mai is first presented here (eating properly) and how she dances on the table later. By the way, the word "we" actually appears and disappears before Mai shows up on screen, while the camera is still in the middle, so take that as you will.

It's all over once we drown What a luxurious dining table!

To quickly cover the lyrics, "drowning" I imagine is an allegory for death. Remember how the singer was upset others "lived in a hurry"? Yeah that. And the "luxurious" dining table thing is once again sarcastic.

You might have been wondering if I was ever going to talk about the things on the table, and don't worry, I am about to, I was just waiting for this wide shot. In general, I think most of what's on it is decorative, as I struggle to find any metaphors hidden in most of the food. The 12 colored biscuits next to Mai may be representative of the 12 members of the cast who are still alive in the killing game, maybe, but I don't think some of the colors match all that well (where does yellow go? why do we have so little blue?). Could also be the altDRDT cast + mascot, as pointed out by accirax. I don't think it's too important to know what this is, so I'll leave it open-ended.

The candles are a point of interest to me, though. The one on Mai's side is taller, but further from her, while the one on Teruko's side is smaller, but closer to her. There are like a billion ways you can interpret that, but I'm gonna choose to think of them as the two girls' "warmth", if that makes sense. Teruko is keeping it closer to herself, not as willing to open up, and the candle's shorter, so she has less warmth to give. Conversely, Mai is more willing to give Teruko her "warmth", as she's a really nice person from what we know, and that warmth is very intense judging from the length of the candle. Works well enough for me.

Finally, the most important part of the table, the cake. Obviously the centerpiece, it has both flowers and a red liquid, which I assume we're meant to see as blood. Notably, the side facing Teruko has the blood on top and the flowers below, possibly representing the way Teruko, at least in CH2, shows off her harsher side to the world while hiding more delicate and complicated feelings. Meanwhile, Mai's side has the blood being covered by the flowers, as if implying that Mai's kindness and love hide a fiercer soul underneath. Given the whole "she was probably staging some kind of revolution against Hope's Peak with Xander based on Visiting Graves" thing, I'd say that's a pretty accurate description of her character. Not to say she's intentionally hiding an evil side or anything, just that her real feelings are more complicated than what her seemingly perfect exterior suggest.

I haven't talked about the flowers because they're drawn the same as the flowers on Mai's tattoo, the Bonus Episode text boxes, and the "flowers of an unknown species" of the LGI MV. If you know the common interpretations, you'll know the two popular options for what they are is white camellias or white mai flowers. White camellias represent purity and honor like other white flowers, though they also specifically represent adoration and respect and are popular funeral flowers in Japan; while Mai flowers represent "prosperity, happiness in the new year, as well as resilience against storms and challenges", and the yellow variation of the flowers is connected to a legend about a girl who died protecting her father and village from a snake monster. Oh yeah Mai's probably dead by the time the killing game starts. 'Cuz, you know.

See that arrow pointing to Mai's portrait when her numeral XI shows up alongside the word God?

Yeah it's not very subtle. Mai's God, Mai's dead. There are other interpretations for this, mind you, but there's also other reasons to believe she's dead, so.

Trash is trash, trash will act like trash Fools are fools, fools will act like fools That's the ironclad rule of society And there's no room to complain

You get the lyrics by now, right? I don't have to point out that this is once again talking about rigid societal rules and expectations? Good!

Everyone everywhere is a nuisance The noisy crowd from earlier

For now, let's dance in the palm of their hands

Yay more pretty animation! :D

Here, the singer once again insults society at large, but also says that "for now, let's dance in the palm of their hands." As in, they're not fully ready to complete go against society yet, and will engage with its expectations for a while longer.

However, we're actually left with a pretty important question: what the fuck is the apple? Apples are usually representative of the “forbidden fruit”, a temptation or desire which goes against what is accepted. So, perhaps Mai is doing as the lyric on screen says; by discarding the apple, she’s discarding that which is forbidden by society and “dancing in the palm of their hand.”

That’s certainly an understandable interpretation, but I don’t find it fully convincing, because it just… doesn’t fit Mai.

[Mai Quote - Xander]: She couldn’t stand to do nothing.

Not only because of the whole “rebelling against Hope’s Peak” thing, but because later in this very MV, she’s seen dancing on the table with Teruko, going against societal expectations.

Additionally, it doesn’t explain what giving the apple to the dog would represent. Dogs can’t go against human societal norms, as far as I know. So, that’s another point that would need to be explained in that interpretation.

But maybe the doggy can help us? Maybe we can get to another interpretation through it, because I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before-

Oh for the love of- Can this stop being the most plot relevant execution of all time???????? I don't want to think about it anymore!!!!!! /silly

Yes, the presence of a black dog/wolf is an explicit callback to Min’s execution. This would draw a connection between the apple and Min. On the surface, there are a few other ways we can connect them, as apples have a lot of associations with a bunch of things. In pop culture, apples are a common gift students give their teachers, and Min is a Student who wished to be a teacher. Allow me to ignore that this could also connect to the About Page Text and altDRDT Teacher real quick, since this connection is very minor and very cherry picked and only works because of the dog that doesn’t have ties to those two things.

However, it does bring even more issues with the interpretation I previously mentioned. Because, to put it bluntly, Min is the exact opposite of going against societal norms. Her recap foil is the Rebel, she’s under the orders of XF-Ture Tech, you know the drill.

Is it possible, then, that the meaning of the apple is the opposite as well? That eating the apple represents accepting society’s rules? It may seem weird with the associations to forbidden-ness I mentioned earlier, but if you go back and look at the Lone Apple scenes again, this idea gets a bit stronger.

The apple is full when the singer talks about the ironclad rules of society, as if implying that the apple is the ironclad rule. Then, right before we hear the singer talk about dancing in the palm of the hand of the “noisy crowd”, the apple is seen eaten, as if eating it is directly connected to dancing in their palm and following the rules. This would be consistent with the apple’s connection to Min, as Min herself is representative of following societal expectations as discussed earlier.

But then, why would it be “forbidden”? Well, I propose that we’ve been thinking about it wrong. The apple isn’t forbidden from society’s perspective, but from Teruko’s perspective.

Theory: An “Unfortunate” Point of View

The idea is that the MV doesn’t show things from a neutral perspective, but rather, from Teruko’s perspective, specifically. I’ll discuss why I believe this in more detail in a bit, but for now, I’ll ask you to bear with me.

This is the final piece of the puzzle for my take on the apple. Since the world has been unkind to Teruko, playing along with the rules of the world would make you an enemy in her eyes. She has been opposed to them from the very start of this MV, after all. Thus, the act of accepting the “ironclad rules”, eating the apple and “dancing in the noisy crowd’s palm”, would be seen by Teruko as eating a forbidden fruit. Therefore, the MV presents it as such, since I believe it’s shown from her perspective.

However, Mai discards the apple, which in this case is consistent with her dancing on the table later. She’s forgoing society’s rules and “throwing them to the wolves.”

Am I cooking? Am I burning down the kitchen? I have no idea! But that’s what makes it fun! This whole thing is obviously very up to interpretation, and there’s not really such a thing as a right or wrong one, really. I’m very open to hearing other interpretations on this thing.

Btw while we’re here, the wolf thing could also be connected to Elliot’s death, since he likely got killed by dogs as well (long story). In that case, the apple could represent knowledge, as in, the “forbidden” knowledge of Elliot’s existence and death. But… that’s kinda really disconnected from the rest of the MV and I don’t know how to relate it to the other lines the apple is seen alongside. So, throwing it out there, but I don’t think there’s a connection there.

Finally, I don’t think Mai’s the mastermind. Yes, I know that her throwing something to a wolf could be an allegory to her executing Min. But as stated earlier, it’s likely she’s already dead, and it’s kinda hard to mastermind a killing game from beyond the grave. You could connect it, in a more roundabout way, to theories that Mai’s death caused the killing game, but I don’t think it can really go further than that.

Gather around the pure white table Dance on spinning dishes, oh no We've forgotten the right way to breathe Let’s continue until we drown

Same lyrics as before, except for the change of “let’s continue until we drown.” It fits with Teruko lying on the table, not really doing anything. See, I believe this moment represents one where Teruko has given up on actively fighting, and is just deciding to go along with the flawed society she lives in. If I compared her eating with her hands earlier with her attitude at the start of CH2, this could be compared to her attitude when MonoTV told her she’d get executed but before Levi jumped in. That is, resigned and just letting things happen. This bouncing between harsh and “socially condemned” methods of self-preservation and resignation to her fate is a common thing for Teruko, I find.

Go ahead, enjoy the sour and sweet as you please Forever uncertain, I’ve held onto this poison Let it make my cells dance With those sharp-edged words! Our pain, we couldn’t choose any of it Look, it’s spinning round and round On the dining table of “life”

Yeah remember that thing about Teruko resigning herself to her fate and bad luck? “Our pain, we couldn’t choose any of it” is pretty in line with that. Teruko’s just accepted that bad things will happen, the world’s terrible and her existence is suffering. Hence, “enjoy the sour and sweet as you please” while she’s lying on the table; she’s a meal ready to be consumed by those who hurt her at their whims.

And who do I mean by “those who hurt her”? Well, if you didn’t catch it, the type of knife and its placement is a clear echo of Xander stabbing Teruko. Now, judging by several of her statements through the series, Xander isn’t the only person who’s ever hurt her, but he does work as a stand-in. Someone Teruko trusted has stabbed her in the… I’d say back but it was really the stomach, and she thinks this is what will always happen if she opens herself to hoping things will be better. She wants to, to some extent (“forever uncertain”), but she knows it will still hurt her eventually (the poison “making her cells dance”).

Well, except.

Here Mai is, pointing a knife away from Teruko. Defending her, possibly. This is the same knife she held at the start, the one which seemed to suggest Mai was playing by the rules of society. Except, she’s now taken those things, and is now using it to point at whoever may want to “eat” Teruko. That could represent a couple of things, but the most straightforward idea for me is that several of the things that make Mai a standup member of society are also just good traits for a friendship, such as her kindness and compassion.

Now, the next section has a lot of repeated images, so I’m just going to describe what shows up with each lyric.

[Mai pointing knife from uninjured Teruko] Now, gather around the pure white table Dance on spinning dishes, oh no [Teruko stabbed, alone] We’ve forgotten the right way to breathe [Mai holding knife, Teruko hidden] It’s all over once we drown (What luxurious dining table!)

(Btw you can know if Teruko is injured or not by facial expression, if you were wondering how I could tell)

Chorus, we know the lyrics. However, I’d like to point out that the line “we’ve forgotten the right way to breathe” is shown with Teruko injured and no Mai, possibly implying that being alone is “the wrong way to breathe” as it gets Teruko injured. That’s my favorite interpretation for that, anyways. Also ominous showing Mai front and center when talking about drowning as an allegory for death, but frankly? This is the first “dead” allegation she’s caught this entire video, and seeing how she managed to catch, like, three in the two seconds her numeral shows up in LGI alone, I’m actually quite proud of her! She may not be beating the allegations, but at least she's not getting one per scene!

Now, play a pure black elegy Let’s dance on the palm of your hand, oh no How does it feel to be devoured by the prey you once mocked?

Let’s start by focusing on what’s happening with Teruko in in the background, because it’s quite sweet. Not only does she start smiling and crying in joy, her stomach is covered in Mai’s signature flowers. This is pretty clear; Mai’s kindness has “fixed” the injuries other people had caused Teruko, her flowers covering up the Xander related injury that serves as a stand-in for all the betrayals Teruko’s endured over the years.

Admittedly, such heartwarming visuals are a bit of a contrast to the line “play a pure black elegy”, which if you don’t know is a “poem of serious reflection, usually a lament for the dead”, and the whole “devoured by the prey you once mocked” thing. However, that’s presumably because Mai is still very much holding a knife up to someone, so we can get away with some darker stuff.

I choose to interpret these lines as these two effectively talking to the status quo of Teruko’s life, if that makes sense. With Mai’s help, Teruko’s finally regained the courage to fight against her fate and stand up again, looking to “devour” the vague enemy of her luck whom she was always the prey to. The elegy, then, is aimed at this vague enemy, who they seek to defeat and “kill.” Does that make sense?

And this is the final link I need to explain my aforementioned “this MV is from Teruko’s perspective” theory. Because, you see, I believe this entire MV shows a story, and there’s an arc about Mai and Teruko’s friendship which can be followed. I believe this MV represents the process of Teruko befriending Mai, from Teruko’s perspective.

Think about it. It starts with Teruko and Mai literally opposed to one another, and Mai effectively being shown as one of the people who “wears the same face” as the others, given she’s following proper table manners. She’s nothing special, just someone else who will betray Teruko eventually, hence Teruko’s almost angry expression on that table. Someone who will bite that “forbidden fruit” that is the ironclad rule of the world. Trash will be trash, fools will be fools, and Teruko will be unlucky and get betrayed.

But then, Mai rejects the apple. And when she grabs the knife again, she points it away from Teruko, even when Teruko was lying on the table and ready to get hurt again. This is also, by the way, the first time Mai opens her eyes in the MV; the first time Teruko and her see eye to eye (per se). Because Mai always trusted Teruko, always wanted to be her friend, and only now is that good faith being returned. Well, I assume she never had any bad intentions, anyways.

Look, from how Mai is usually presented, she may as well be perfect in my books. If I catch her burning an orphanage, I’d probably assume the orphans deserved it. This is hyperbole, of course, but only barely.

And so, Mai has officially broken through Teruko’s bad luck and allowed her to “devour” that horrid fate which had always been pushing her down, allowing them to finally dance together in the end, smiling all the while.

Now, obviously, this makes 15000 assumptions as to how Mai and Teruko actually met, what their relationship was like, etc. There are a million things I may have just gotten horribly wrong. But as always, we know too little about Mai to make any good theories without a lot of assumptions. And with the little we do know, this interpretation makes sense in my mind, so it’s the one I’m currently going with!

Go ahead, enjoy the sour and sweet as you please Forever certain, we’ve been waiting for love Let these cells dance With that completely decayed mind! Nothing will be taken from us Our pain and everything is spinning On the dining table of “life” What a luxurious fool’s table!

Look, by this point, you’ve heard what this scene is all about. Mai and Teruko finally both throw away the rules of society and dance upon the table together, not caring what they destroy or messy up in the process. They’re more certain now, because they’ve found the love they were looking for, and feel like nothing will go wrong because “nothing will be taken from us.” The pain’s still there, but they’ll face it together! What a wonderfully hopeful ending! Ignore that Mai's probably dead please.

And since this part’s pretty easy, it gives me time to appreciate the yuri!

You see, this may be something I’ve only ever brought up once, but Teru-Min-Mai is my favorite DRDT ship, and it has been for a while. And while I can’t find any excuse to talk about Min for longer than I already have (a tragedy, I know), I can spare some time to spread the Terumai side of the Agenda, at least! I’ve seen a few people start thinking about shipping it too because of this MV, so let me make a sales pitch. Ehem.

-Opposing themes: You’ve heard of the “dearly unloved” and “dearly loved” thing from the portraits, but did you know red and green are complimentary colors?

-Looking for each other: I mean, just look at what can show up on Mai’s page.

[Mai Quote - Teruko]: Some years ago, she was searching for someone named 'Teruko Tawaki.'

Come on. Why’re you so interested in looking for her if not to kiss her on the lips?

-Matching phone charms: We see that Teruko’s monopad has a phone charm in 2-1, which she shares with Unnamed Classmate. Btw, Mai’s profile states she likes phone charms :)

-Matching tattoos?: Mai’s iconic flower tattoo is on her left arm, and Teruko’s left arm has always been conspicuously hidden from us. But from the jacket off reference, it seems there is something important there. And from the only time we’ve ever had even a glimpse of it, it seems like she may be hiding the same tattoo as Mai.

-Dream sequences: Teruko literally dreams of Mai in her 1-6 dream sequence. And her dialogue there couldn’t hold more fondness if it tried.

It's strange I would remember her now, of all times. What was her name again? It's on the tip of my tongue, but I can't remember. Xander always reminded me of that girl. Perhaps that's why I'm thinking about her now. They looked similar, with that same red hair and smile. And... they both wanted to help, didn't they?

-Teruko’s favorite color is red “by association”: Considering Xander stabbed her, I think the association comes from someone else. Imagine loving someone so much they change your favorite color wow.

-Apocalyptic levels of doomed: We’re DRDT fans, we enjoy our yuri when it’s doomed. And the second anniversary art makes the doomed-ness pretty clear.

(I have to remake this collage there's like three pixels on it total lol)

The code translates to “It’s all your fault.” Combined with Mai likely being dead, you can put two and two together that Teruko might blame herself for Mai's demise, or at least she would if she had all her memories. This is doomed as can be.

-This entire MV: Like come on.

Anyways, ship Terumai. Or don’t, I really don’t care about shipping much and you can do what you want forever. This is just so newer fans aren’t hopelessly confused on why these two are together in this MV and seem to be about two seconds from proposing to each other; the basis for them being really good friends, if nothing else, has always been there.

Anyways, the video ends with a curtain closing, because we’ve been interpreting life as a stage to dance upon, so it’s a natural way to close things out. If you wanted a sadder reading, you could take the idea that Teruko ends up seeing her relationship with Mai as a play, an act that would always end eventually, because it was too good to last when taking her luck into account. The yuri is even more doomed than we expected, I fear.

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And that should be it! What a wonderful MV this was! It’s nice to really get insight into what Teruko and Mai’s relationship looked like, sort of, and I know I’ll personally savor some of these frames forever. Loved it. Happy 5th anniversary everyone, and happy birthday Mai! Thanks for reading! See ya’!

[njstokkis]

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huh yunjin x gn!reader

synopsis: yunjin headcanons <3

word count: 600~

warnings: fluff; really really short oh lawd; yunjin being kind of chaotic; this is low-key self-indulgent oops; author is lonely on valentines day so they're writing this to cope; just random yunjin thoughts; not proofread at all so if there's errors I'm sorry ㅠㅠㅠ

a/n: i don't think I've mentioned but english is NAWT my first language 😭 pls go easy on me (go whattt???) also, tysm for the support on the last fic???? omg i wasn't expecting so much but i really appreciate y'all interacting, it makes my day!!! I'll try my best to write more in the future, thank you in advance for reading!!

• physical touch is a BIG thing in the relationship, this girl genuinely can't stand a second without touching you. PDA queen.

• you're working? she's plopping down on your lap or sitting next to you.

• you're going out? trust me, she's gonna be all up over you, (with discressions in case of paparazzi of course) holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, showing EVERYONE you're hers.

• you're going to the bathroom? hey, it's her again, this time she's literally holding your hand outside of the door as you do your business. she's just like a puppy. (puppy yunjin soon????????)

• she doesn't care whether if it's the smallest touches, (although she'd much rather be stuck and molded to you everyday), she just needs to feel that you're next to her. like linking your pinkies together, thigh touches, hugs, cuddles, whatever works honestly.

•this girl LOVES pet names

• yunjin's favorite to use is probably jagi (love) or baby, and you'd fawn everytime she says it. (real)

• she'd say it so casually too, like answering your calls or responding to a question etc, etc.

"hey darling, you okay?"

"oh, baby, be careful!"

"of course, my love, anything for you." (she proceeds to exaggeratedly wink and throw up finger guns, biggest dork ever)

• even before you got in a relationship, she'd still called you petnames from time to time, and you'd discreetly try to hide your face, trying to not let her know you're down bad for her as she teases you. like UGHHHHHHHHHHH. (sorry)

• remember when I said dork?

• yea so

• dorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdor-

• like she strikes me as the type to be able to talk about her interests for HOURS on end, to the point where you have to forcefully make her shut up (wink wink). jk you can't, she just starts back up again after a while.

• probably forces you to watch documentaries on jellyfish and explain the facts further so you understand better

• you pretend to hate it but come on...it's yunjin, so you just roll your eyes with a small smile and pretend to be annoyed while you listen to her rant

• oh you bet your ass you're spoiled ROTTEN when y'all go out.

• she'd give you her card and be like, "take your pick, my love."

• like GIRLIE???

• she'd take you out to dinner dates and secluded fancy restaurants, and she'd pay for every single one of them.

• literally slaps your hand away when you offer your cash or card, and gets upset cuz the AUDACITY of you to think that you had to pay when SHE'S the one taking you out??? lunacy.

• SO many inside jokes.

• like people literally look at y'all so weird, cuz wtf do you mean there's these bitches howling; doubled over even; in hysterical laughter in isle three????

• you're her muse, like need i say more.

•she loves to just whip out her notebook and start writing random lyrics when you guys hang out, or spend time together. her creativity just flows so much better with you, at least according to her.

• she'd be the type to serenade you randomly, like you just woke up and you'd just see her sitting on your bedside, guitar in hand, her phone propped up on her thigh, idly scrolling. her eyes lighting up as she notices you slowly wake, quickly getting her guitar in position.

"y-yunjin...? what are you doing..."

"but iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii caaaan't helpppp falling in loooooovvveeeeee withhhhh youuuuuuu~"

"baby, it's...7 a.m."

• overall, she's the cutest dork and you love her to death for that.

[vroombeams]

Hey ho! Challenge time 😉 open your Spotify Daylist, find the 6th song on the list and write a quick drabble based on the 9th line of lyrics 🎵

Send this to 5 friends and feel free to change the song or lyric number. Have fun! 🖋️

love you in a panic because i prefer to sit on fences

Across the club, Lando's talking to a girl.

Talking is a generous way of putting it—they're pulled together so close that they might as well be making out already, Lando's crooked, drunken grin pressed up against the girl's flushed cheek. He's pretending to listen. Max knows how he is, the kind of mind he's got, and he knows that exact expression. The smile-and-nod minus the nod.

Max isn't disgusted but he's distinctly annoyed, because Lando does this every time. Invites Max out to Monaco, invites Max out to the club, ditches Max in the VIP booth like free liquor and people Max barely knows could be a replacement for Lando himself.

It's just irritating, is all. Why bother? Why is he even here? He could be home. He could be out somewhere else, with P or with friends who aren't going to swerve him to get laid. P's been texting him, too. Don't do anything I wouldn't do type shit, complete with suggestive emojis and followed up by a fresh lingerie pic. She's been shopping, clearly. That'll be nice to come home to at the very least.

He sends 😍😍😍, and then taps into his texts with Lando. The girl is leaning over the bar when Max glances over, and Lando's got an unsubtle hand around her thigh, thumb tucked under the bottom of her minidress.

dipping, Max types and sends. He's got a key to Lando's flat, all the security codes memorized by now. He should've gotten a hotel. A peaceful night's sleep is almost certainly not in the cards at this point.

He's honestly not expecting Lando to check his phone, not until later. But as Max is standing up and saying his goodbyes—he literally doesn't know anyone at this table, he's realizing, and he's pretty sure none of them know Lando either—he catches Lando slipping his phone out of his pocket and then squinting down at it. Blinking, tapping, squinting some more before he lifts his head and whips it around comically. Like Max is going to be anywhere other than the booth. Dickhead.

Max gives him a little wave that he turns into a middle finger as he scoots his way out of the booth. Doesn't need to be more than that, does it? Lando would've Irish goodbyed anyway, slipped out the door with his girl to grab a car without saying a word to Max or anyone at all. Probably Max wouldn't even have gotten a courtesy text about it.

He's not expecting a hand around his wrist as he's headed for the door. He knows it's Lando before he turns—he knows exactly how his he fits into Lando's hand, how the circle of his thumb and index make a perfect shackle around his wrist.

"Where are you going?" Lando shouts. It's too loud, even over the music. Loud enough that a few people actually turn to look. Max lost count of how many shots Lando's been slamming hours ago.

"Home," Max says, at a much more reasonable volume. "Like I said."

Lando frowns, so distraught and pouty that Max almost wants to laugh. Almost.

"But it's early," Lando says, like he's legitimately confused as to why Max could possibly want to dip. It's really not all that early. Gone two in the morning at least, and they've been here since midnight.

"Just not feeling it," Max says. It's not a lie. "Sorry, Bob, I'll catch you later."

He moves to leave, but Lando's not letting go of him. His grip around Max's wrist goes tighter. His eyes go wider, wilder. Lando's not unlike a dog with separation anxiety a lot of the time. Liable to wail about it if he's left alone, even in a room full of people.

"You can't go," Lando says. He sounds a bit panicked, unsteady on his feet, swaying around in place. "You—you're supposed to stay. With me."

He's too drunk to be anything but honest, but his brain is obviously not connecting properly to his mouth. Max has known him long enough that it's not hard to fill in the blanks. Max has known him long enough to also know that sometimes—not always, but sometimes—Lando really does look at him like a piece of property. Like Max belongs to him.

Maybe he does. Sometimes.

"You can come home with me," Max offers, because he's too exhausted to pick the fight he wants to pick right now. Sometimes he'll lean into it. Sometimes he'll tell Lando off for his shit behaviour, tell him exactly what he thinks, which is—well. You don't own me. You're fine on your own. You don't get to keep me like a Pomeranian in a fucking handbag.

Lando makes a noise so close to desperation that Max actually feels his ears go red. He doesn't have it in him to push away the connections. The way Lando sounds when he drags Max to bed. The way Lando sounds when he's getting what he wants, or close to it.

"But—" Lando hesitates. His palm is slick-sweaty against Max's wrist and this time when he sways he comes so close to Max that it's going to go extremely badly for them both if there are any paps around.

"Won't be mad if you stay," Max says. Which isn't fully true, but it's not fully untrue. He's used to this by now.

Lando gives him the full puppy eyes. "You promise," he says, leaning in even fucking closer, enough that Max goes a bit cross-eyed for a second trying to keep up.

He knows how this is going to go. Lando will go back inside, and he'll get his girl if she's still there, or a different one if she's not. Max will wake up at half-four to Lando slamming through the front door of the flat, giggling his way down the hall, unselfconsciously loud like he's forgotten Max is there at all.

And then in the morning, once the girl's been safely removed, Lando will crawl into bed with Max, and he'll give him those exact eyes again. Big and wide and pathetic, whining at Max not to be mad, wriggling a hand into Max's boxers to 'make it up to him'.

That's how it'll go. That's how it always goes.

"Promise," Max says.

Lando grins, and he lets go of Max's wrist.

[star-sim]

how you hurt him ☆ ot7

☆ non-idol! ot7 enhypen x fem! reader ☆ summary: all the ways that you hurt him (ft. song lyrics) ☆ genre: angst ☆ warning(s): toxic relationship, toxic! reader, mentions of cheating, this is practice for an english project so please bear with me, most of this is very figurative/abstract ☆ word count: 2.9k total ☆ aka enhypen boys as sad love songs, it’s like 1am i will edit later 😭

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!

heeseung ☆

"why would you ever kiss me? i'm not even half as pretty" — heather, conan gray

was there something wrong with heeseung? what if he wasn't good enough for you? did you think he was ugly? disgusting? annoying? needy?

at the beginning of your relationship, you made it clear to heeseung that you weren't good with words.

"don't worry about it," heeseung had told you. "i'm not good either."

he thought you meant that you found it hard to say "i love you."

what you meant was that you were indeed good with words, just bad at saying nice things to him.

at first he thought he was being ridiculous, a prisoner of his own mind.

he knew you loved him— how could you possibly not?

but if you loved him, why did you say such nasty things to him?

"god, heeseung, you're so stupid."

"i can't believe i'm dating someone like you."

"i'm disgusted with you."

he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

what had he done to make you repulsed by him? was he being sensitive?

he hated himself for all of it.

he hated the creeping feelings of jealousy that would suffocate him like a noose to a prisoner whenever he saw you talk to another man. did you like him more than heeseung? what if you wanted to leave him?

he hated how he craved what little kind words you could give him. it was so rare for you to compliment and speak to him gently, so when you did, heeseung was drunk on it.

he hated how insecure he got.

he hated how his mind was a gallow of its own.

he hated how afraid he was.

"you're so pretty," you whispered into his ear.

heeseung's stomach did flips. did you really mean it? was he as pretty as all the other men you entertained yourself with? was that why you kissed him and not them?

did this mean that you really loved him?

heeseung felt something tighten around his neck. not in that suffocating way that made him claw at his skin until he bled as he stared in the mirror asking himself what could be changed, but in the way that made him feel warm all over.

he’d wait at the gallows like a convicted prisoner, he’d stand there proud, ready to say his last words. he’d keep his hands behind his back, he’d admire the brass noose that would be his eternal necklace.

because for heeseung, to be with you, and to love you, was to be helpless.

to love you was to wait like a dog in the cold.

to love you was to eat your every word like it was his last meal.

to love you was to be your prisoner waiting for you to execute him.

jay ☆

"pretend that we are more than friends, then of course I'll let you break my heart again" — let you break my heart again, laufey

it's not your fault, jay tells himself. it's not your fault that you can't love him.

but at what point does it become your fault?

you knew that he loved you. he'd told you multiple times, shown you a billion other times. anyone with eyes could tell that he was head over heels in love with you. everyone knew.

especially you— you who rejected him time and time again, laughing that he was just a friend to you.

but here you were, pressing yourself up against him, looking at him with lidded eyes and licking your lips like you wanted to eat him. you held his hand against your chest, whispering a soft "good night." jay knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, not with you so close to him, not with the ache in his chest.

it's not your fault that he loves you, jay thought. but it is your fault that you lead him on, that you pretend to kiss him, that you snuggle up next to him knowing that he'd lay down his life for you.

did you enjoy torturing him like this?

what pleasure did you take in constantly making him think that he had a chance with you?

was this how it was going to be forever?

were you always going to keep him waiting like this, just because you knew that he'd stay no matter what?

jay swallowed the lump in his throat.

he couldn't continue living like this, having you play with his feeling like this.

"jay..." you mumbled, reaching out for him. jay was pulled out of his thoughts, his eyes flickering to you. you looked so innocent and peaceful despite himself. how could he ever stop? how could he stop when it was you at hand?

"i'm here," he hummed, throwing an arm around you. i'm always here.

you were warm, and soft, and everything that jay could ever want in a person. your soft breathing brushed up against his cheek.

jay stared at your sleeping face.

would it hurt to pretend that you were more than friends?

he let his eyelids fall slowly.

he could imagine you and him dancing in the kitchen, laughing together as the scent of jay's cooking filled the apartment. jazz music would be playing, and you'd pretend to be an old flapper couple from the '20's, swirling around the cold kitchen tiles.

your words from earlier echoed in his head.

"i love you so much, jay!"

"you're the best."

"how could i ever be so lucky to meet you?"

it made his heart pound in his chest, unable to hide the lovesick grin spreading on his face.

he knew your words meant nothing, that you truly only saw him as a friend.

he needed to stop this delusion now, else he'd be even more hurt than he already was. you broke his heart over and over again, as if it meant nothing to you.

but as you and him twirled around his head, basking in each other's presence, jay couldn't bring himself to let you go.

he'd let you, jay thought. he'd let you break his heart.

as many times as you wanted.

jake ☆

"the other man will always cry himself to sleep, the other man will never have her love to keep" — the other woman, lana del rey

of course jake knew that he wasn't the only man in your life.

how many times did he lay in bed at night, wishing that it was him that could hold you? how many times did he dream of being the man that could call you his? how many fantasies did he have of marrying you, of giving you the world?

and how many times did he have to remind himself that he couldn't have you— that you already had someone to love?

it made jake feel sick, seeing all the pictures that you posted with you and your husband, hearing all the chatter about your 2-year wedding anniversary, and forcing himself to smile as a tight-lipped "congratulations" fell from his mouth.

but what made him even more sick was how happy he felt whenever you showed up at his doorstep in the depths of the night.

jake couldn't help it.

he couldn't help how his stomach did flips when your hands slithered up his chest, wrapping around his neck as you pressed kisses against his jaw.

he couldn't help how his body moved on its own as he took in the scent of your perfume, his head filling with nothing but you, you, you.

he couldn't help how he craved you, how he was unable to pull away from you, even though he knew you had a husband waiting for you back home.

he couldn't help how for a moment, he could pretend that you were his; for a moment, he could live in the illusion that he was the one that you came home to every night, that he was the one that you woke up with in the morning, that he was the one that you sat at the kitchen table with to discuss your weekly grocery list, that he was the one that you laughed with in the depths of night, that he was the only man that you loved.

but as quickly as it started, you were already out the door, waving goodbye with a sweet smile as if you hadn't committed a crime against your husband.

jake knew the sight of your retreating back better than anyone, and as he closed the door, he'd suck in a sharp breath.

he would deny it over and over, until his words lost meaning.

but he knew the truth.

he was a fool for thinking that he could have you, for after all this time, he was the other man.

sunghoon ☆

"i bet on losing dogs, i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place" — i bet on losing dogs, mitski

you and sunghoon were never meant to work out, and he knew this.

everyone said that you'd hurt him. he'd seen it with his own eyes, how you bore your bloody teeth and ripped into people like they were your prey, how you barked venomous words at people.

you were a losing dog to begin with, a losing dog that would never truly love him the same way you loved yourself.

and before he knew it, sunghoon realized that everyone was right.

you sunk your teeth into him, feasting on what love he could give you like a ravenous hyena.

but how could he resist you? how could he resist your touch, your warmth, your limited moments of compassion?

wounded, bleeding, scarred, sunghoon staggered away from the killing floor. yet, he was unable to stop himself from turning over his shoulder to see your face.

there was something disgusting he felt, something that made sunghoon nauseous. his stomach churned. and then he realized, he couldn't bring himself to leave you.

because you were a starving dog, thristy for a victim.

because you were a wailing dog, weeping over your kill as if it would atone you.

because you were a losing dog, a dog that sunghoon placed his bets on.

and it was time for him to pay the price of his actions.

sunoo ☆

"i know who you pretend i am" —washing machine heart, mitski

sunoo wasn't stupid.

he knew it better than anyone, that your heart didn't belong to him. it never did, and it never will.

sunoo saw the way that you yearned, he saw the way that your eyes lit up, he saw the way that you gazed with love in your eyes— all for someone that wasn't him.

so why did you kiss him like he meant anything to you? why did you hold him like he could have you?

he knew why.

"i missed you so much," you breathed against his ear, pressing him against the wall. "so, so, so much."

the taste of your lips was addicting.

you liked to kiss roughly. you liked to run your fingers through his hair and pull it harshly, making him groan lowly against your lips. you liked to slip your fingers up his shirt, making him shudder.

sunoo liked to kiss gently. he liked it when your lips would melt against his. he liked it when you played with the clasp of the silver chain around his neck. he liked it when you pulled away and giggled softly at the lipstick smudge at the corner of his lip.

he didn't like it rough like you did.

but he took it all.

he took it all, because he loved you.

he took it all, even though he knew that you were kissing him pretending that he someone else.

it wasn't hard to tell.

you wore the gold necklace that he gave you, never any of the ones that sunoo got you.

you didn't even blink when sunoo's name was said, but the mere mention of his interests or career had you reeling.

and of course, he liked when you kissed roughly so you were a rough kisser, even though sunoo liked it gentle.

you don't even look at sunoo the way you look at him.

when you said "i miss you," sunoo could tell that you didn't mean it.

you didn't miss sunoo, you missed him. you just missed the attention that sunoo gave you.

he knew who you pretended he was.

but all he could do was look into your eyes, and be reminded of a tragedy: that while you couldn't love him back, he loved you.

"i missed you, too," he whispered back, swallowing the lump in his throat, swallowing his dignity.

jungwon ☆

"if you need to be mean, be mean to me" — i don't smoke, mitski

to be vulnerable, to be at someone's mercy, to be someone's lamb for the slaughter, was jungwon's biggest fear. he'd die before he'd let someone take advantage of his weakness.

yet as you slipped out of his grip, your once loving eyes turning cold as hands that once held him in your arms became the hands that striked him, all he could do was sit back and take it.

words like daggers into his back, slashing him over and over like he was a sacrificial lamb for a god that could not save him. hot tears would line as eyes as you raised your knife at him, sending shivers down his spine that made him cower into his skin, chanting apologies like they were prayers.

jungwon should run. after all, that was all he spent his life doing.

but how could he escape you when you kissed his tear-stained face? how could he leave you, for when your anger simmered down you cradled his cheek, whispering that you loved him?

it hurt, it hurt so bad.

but if you must destroy him, if you must slaughter him until your killing floor was covered in blood, if you must cut him up into little pieces for your own pleasure, so be it.

he'd follow you into the slaughterhouse, knowing full well that the darkness was the last thing he'd ever see, and jungwon would close his eyes and thank the person that crafted your blade anyway.

you can kiss him, you can hold him close, or you can strike him, you can treat him like an animal. he wouldn't care. it would be the same either way; he'd be glad that it was you.

for he was your lamb, and you were his butcher; for if you needed to be mean, be mean to him.

riki ☆

"even though she isn’t even really gone, but things are just different ever since she cut her blue hair off" — blue hair, tv girl

of course riki noticed. how could he not?

all those bored looks when he was talking, aimless nods when he asked you a question, and loveless kisses that you pressed against his skin. it took you hours to respond to his texts and calls, and when you did, you responded curtly. you stopped coming home, always having plans on weekends with no time for him.

riki didn't know what happened.

he thought that you and him had such a great relationship, filled with love and laughter.

but somewhere along the way, you seemed to lose interest in him.

he asked all your friends, but they said nothing changed about your behavior.

did riki do something wrong? did he make you angry? all questions that he'd never find the answer to.

the silence was piercing, ringing in his ears. he'd just asked you how your day was, and all he got back was a simple, vacant stare, before you turned back to your phone, scrolling mindlessly. his heart sunk so his stomach, brows crashing together.

had riki lost you? all he wanted was for you to look at him, for you to acknowledge him. was he being dramatic?

please, riki begged. please look at me, please see me, please love me.

[yingdu-lover]

My last argument before Yingdu drops : Shiguang will get a Happy Ending Beginning at the end of Link Click

translation : Waiting for you to come and want me!

Come and marry me!

The song that plays at the end, it contextually and thematically intertwines the narratives of the older couple and Shiguang together. It talks about perseverance, memory, time, waiting, love (quintessential themes of Shakespearean sonnet!) and a promise to be together till the end.

The song is called Shíguāng Jiāohuì Wǒ De or "What Time Has Taught Me"

This time, I'll quietly watch you leave Don't look back Just let the tears drown me ceaselessly After so long, I still don't understand What I should've done in that moment Would everything change because of that? That naive me of yesterday Left behind too many inconclusive answers All the people I hold dear, thank you for having appeared in my life Smile and have faith The you still innocent in my heart With unwavering conviction, go forth and chase The moment when your heart's desire nears I've gotten used to it, flipping through All that time has slowly walked through Every single brand new day Please shine brightly and wait for me I watch as it all scatters in the wind I turn back once more Stubborn and unyielding, I stride forwards Oh, it's as if the shadow of time is pulling me by the hand Outfitting myself with you and my courage Even if we, insignificant as we are, cannot correct those mistakes As long as we dream in earnest, we can still love each other deeply Smile and have faith The you still innocent in my heart With unwavering conviction, go forth and chase The moment when your heart's desire nears I've gotten used to it, flipping through All that time has slowly walked through Every single brand new day Please shine brightly and wait for me The people that have left, the people before your eyes The ones that laughed and cried with you Go forth with courage and embrace Every single hypothetical of growing up The reversing, the receding Between parallel and intersecting lines, find a release What's been frozen in frame, what is cherished They're what time has taught me Every memory — the wonderful ones, the ones I've bid farewell to They're what time has taught me

Now let's look at the lyrics of 'The Eye' (even though, the visual significance is also very important, it complements the lyrics)

I wish that I could tell you the truth I've seen it a million times I stopped painting excuses red Even if I'm trapped in a rewind Rewinding right in front of the eye I ran towards the end of the line I heard your voice but missed you in time I followed every end of the signs But the clock tower bell only struck nine When the sun sets on this side of my mind And I thought it was snowing Only when the ashes fell on the film in my hands Did I know There will be a fire when it all unfolds We should bury the treasure along with all we know But I couldn't save you I couldn't make it to you Trapped in endings I don't want you to know So long to a bursting wave of blinding lights But we fought the tides, we fought the tides Till the river dried We splash velvet dye in the sky Standing still in front of the eye I still remember the way you danced under heavy rain Hold out your hands and embraced When clouds never seemed to fade away away away away Rolling thunders in disguise No matter how hard we looked in the lost and found We never could shine the moonlight underground To the point where we got sick of pretending like we are saviors Till we learn to carry on There will be a fire when it all unfolds We should bury the treasure along with all we know But I couldn't save you I couldn't make it to you Trapped in endings I don't want you to know So long to a bursting wave of blinding lights But we fought the tides, we fought the tides Till the river dried We splash velvet dye in the sky Standing still in front of the eye So the clock tower bell only struck nine And we followed every end of the signs If I heard your voice and caught you in time Are you with me to the end of the line? Are you with me to the end of the line Are you with me to the end of the line Are you with me to the end of the line Are you with me?

The narrative of this song is still waiting for the response, it's not over yet. Yingdu will increase the tension and I will love (crying) it.

I have already argued so much on this, this is the most prominent (and my favourite) parallel example I wanted to remind myself and others again. Joi, Shiguang!

[presleyslilbaby]

~You Don’t Tease Me~

(50’s!Elvis X Reader)

(TW: Sexual public displays, fingering, orgasm denial, crude language, Elvis taking Reader's panties, potential misspellings-)

(For @jhoneybees Who gave me a good prompt after we discussed Elvis in this picture-)

"Yeah, uh...We was goin' to the studio if you'd like to come along." Elvis spoke, leaning in to your touch as you caressed his cheek oh-so-lovingly. "Mm. I'd like to go, sure." You replied. A smile crossed his gorgeously plump lips, and he leaned in to peck your own a few times. "That's a good Dolly. I was hopin' you'd say yes. Honestly, it's fun at the studio, but it ain't the same without you." He admitted, rising from the sofa and stretching his arms above his head. "Aww, Elvis," You giggled, rising from the sofa yourself. "Okay, let me go get ready and I'll be out-" "Baby, you already look so good." He pouted, trailing his fingers down your arm before grabbing your hand. "Let's just go, hm? You're already lookin' like the most gorgeous model I've seen." That caused your face to flush. No matter how many times he'd complimented you, it was something you somehow had never gotten used to.

On the way to the studio, your mind had wandered places perhaps it shouldn't have gone. While Elvis kept you satisfied in bed, you couldn't help but want more. Something more...Risky. So, as he drove the both of you to the studio, unbeknownst to him, you were already hatching a plan in your mind.

When you finally arrived, you played innocent the entire time, refusing to let him know what you planned to do even if a little bit. "El?" You called to him cutely. "Hm?" Elvis turned to you, lowering the glass he rose to his lips for a drink. "Can I stand up there with you?" You pouted, swinging your skirt side-to-side in an innocent gesture. He thought about it for a moment, glancing at the other Guys in the room before nodding with a gentle smile. "Sure thing, Baby." He agreed, opening his arms out for you in a beckoning gesture.

Perfect.

Swinging your hips as you walked up to him, you wrapped your arm around him in a soft embrace before turning yourself around to look at the lyrics propped up on the little podium. Of course, you weren't exactly paying attention, but you sure as hell had to pretend to. But as soon as Elvis began to sing, you knew it was the perfect time to begin your dirty little plan.

Pushing back against him, you could feel his body slightly tense with the action, one of his hands finding its way to your waist as if to keep you in line. But if you were being completely honest with yourself, you didn't give a shit. So, you decided to move slightly against him, rubbing your ass against his crotch. During a break in the song, Elvis leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. "Y/n, what're you doin'?" He asked. "I'm not doing anything." You innocently whispered back, giving him those sweet little puppy-dog eyes. He shook his head. "Bullshit you ain't. Behave." He growled, going right back to singing.

Behave...Now what kind of word was that? You weren't sure if you knew what that meant.

While you did behave yourself for a total of forty seconds max, you couldn't exactly go any longer before rubbing back against him again. His grip on your waist tightened as did the way his jaw clenched, and you knew you were in trouble when he growled "Li'l Girl, quit your shit," in your ear. But when you finally managed to make him grunt in pleasure, that's when Elvis decided enough was enough. "'Scuse me, Boys. I need to take five." He said, grabbing his empty glass and walking out of the room, pretending as if he was going to refill his water, but in reality knew you would follow. And when you had, he swiftly pulled you by the arm and into the bathroom where he immediately locked the door.

"The hell was that back there???" "It was just a little teasing." You replied with a little shrug. Pushing you against the wall, Elvis grabbed your jaw and tilted your head upwards to look at him, body pressing against yours. "Aw, you don't get to tease me like that. You're gettin' teased too."

Fuck yeah.

He pushed your skirt up and out of the way, forcing your legs open with his knee before diving his hand into your panties like it was nothing. "Why's this pussy wet, Baby? Did'ja wanna get off that bad?" He roughly asked, his voice low and sexy. You nodded, shivering when his long fingers brushed against your weeping slit. "Yeah...Wanted you to bend me over..." You admitted, hearing him scoff. "Well with that li'l stunt you pulled in front o' the Guys, you just lost that chance, Honey. You're lucky they didn't see what you was doin'." Slipping two fingers inside of you, he started pumping them in and out, quickly speeding up his pace until he was finger fucking you with wild abandon. You moaned loudly, spreading your legs wider for him out of pure need, rocking your hips in tempo with every thrust of his fingers. "Yeah, you like that, Baby? Like my fingers in ya'?" He asked hotly, leaning down to press his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. "Ahh...Yes...Oh, give me more, Elvis..." You begged.

Elvis didn't waste a single second of time stuffing another finger inside your tight cunt, pressing his thumb against your clit where he began to rub in circles. "Fuck...!" You gasped, arching your back. "Oh, good Girl. Let me hear that pretty voice sing." Grinning lewdly, he ran his tongue slowly along the column of your throat before stuffing yet another finger inside of you. "Gettin' close, Honey?" He wondered after a while of fingering. You nodded your head rapidly, panting and whining. But before you could orgasm, Elvis suddenly stopped rubbing your clit and pulled his fingers out of your pussy, lifting them to his mouth where he began to suck all of your juices off. "Aw, that's too bad, then. Guess ya' shouldn't have teased." He spoke, using his free hand to pull your panties off all the way where he then shoved them in his pocket. "Oh, and you don't need those." He smirked, giving you a wink before straightening you out.

That son of a bitch...

[littlefireball]

ʜᴊ|ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ (ᴍ)

ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ x ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ/ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ/ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ/ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ/ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴋɪꜱꜱ/ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.4ᴋ

ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

Once again, you're lying on your side, staring at the empty right side of your bed, stroking your hand from time to time, missing the absence of the person next to you. You know that he is preparing his album, writing songs and lyrics without stopping, and he has no time to go out with you at all.

You understand that he is busy at work, and also understand the fact that he is a workaholic, and try not to disturb him. However, it's been three weeks since you've seen him! Even though you've been talking on the phone and videoing during this period, you haven't seen him in private.

You can't stand it anymore, you really miss him. You want him to hug you, you want him to go out with you, you want him to watch TV with you, you want him to play games with you, and you want him to satisfy your "emptiness”.

"Ummmm... when do you come back ahhhhhhhhh joong~~~" You shout into the air, venting your infinite thoughts about him.

"Maybe I just call him?" As you take out your phone to call him, you hesitate, afraid of interrupting his recording process. You know he hates being interrupted.

"Ugh forget it." You roll around on your bed, filled with thoughts of Hongjoong, unable to fall asleep. Despite the thick bedding, the bed isn't even the slightest bit warm.

You sit up straight on the bed and an idea pops into your mind. "Why don't I just go find him!" You excitedly pack your bags and head straight to his studio.

The studio is not far from your house, only about twenty minutes away. You open the door of the studio carefully, but hongjoong doesn't notice you. He is staring intently at the screen, thinking about how to compose the melody. You take off your shoes, which have quietly crept up behind him, and lunge at him.

"Joong~~~"

"WOW! YOU SCARED ME!!!" Hongjoong screams in shock, his voice echoing throughout the studio.

"Y/N? Why are you here?" He quickly calms down, and is so surprised and happy to see you that he rushes forward and hugs you, not letting go.

"I miss you." You stroke the back of his head, a smile on your lips.

"I miss you too" He rubs himself in your arms like a pitiful puppy. His members would never have guessed that their captain had such a side.

"How's your work going?"

"Suck..." He pouts, feeling helpless at the stagnant progress.

"Sorry, Y/N. I have to get back to work and can't stay with you."

"Hey, don't say sorry. It's your job~ I understand. How about I sit here and keep your company?"

"But won't you get bored?"

"Nope~I just wanna stay with you." you sit on his lap and give him a peck on the cheek, hooking your hand on the back of his neck and smiling tenderly.

"Okay."

---

But how can you really stay completely quiet? Now you're sitting on his lap like a koala, your legs wrapping around his waist and your head resting on his shoulder, sometimes playing with his hair, sometimes mischievously brushing your fingers across his back, causing him to itch.

"Y/N. Don't do that, I'll get distracted."

"Okay~"

You pretend to obey and stop what you're doing, but a moment later, you start teasing him again. Your lips press lightly against his skin, gently but forcefully gripping his shoulder. Your lips move between his shoulders and neck, the tip of your tongue scraping against his skin with a teasing flirtation that set the fire of desire in his body ablaze.

"Y/N."

"Hmm? What?" you stare into his eyes feigning innocence, as if unaware of any wrongdoing.

"You know what you're doing, do it again or I won't let you sit on my lap."

"Ummm...I just miss you, you haven't touched me in so long." He sighs helplessly and pinches your face and pecks your forehead as if he's calming a child.

"Be good, I'll get it done quickly." You pout helplessly and obediently lay back down on his shoulder.

Because of the boredom, your mind starts to empty, and then restless thoughts flash without warning.

"Ah~Ah~Ah~" He leans over your body, feeling each other's warmth and breath. His cock twitches every time he thrusts, and the heat rushes to every corner of your body like a tsunami, and the collision between the tip of his cock and your soft flesh makes you cry out.

"Ummm" just imagine, you have been completely turned on. . Perhaps it's because he hasn't touched you in so long that the feeling of emptiness has become unbearable. Glancing at Hongjoong, who is still immersed in his work, you cautiously slip your hand into your underwear. Seeing that he hasn't noticed, you further insert your fingers into your wet cunt.

Slowly, so as not to be noticed, you explore your most sensitive area. The tip of your finger gently traces the wet inner wall, adding a little more pressure to stimulate the nerves. You begin to circle the inside, trying to satisfy your growing desire. But it's not enough, and your delicate fingers fail to satisfy you.

You mimic Hongjoong's thrusts in your mind, moving forth and back, thrusting as deep as you can. "Hmm..." You make an involuntary whimpering sound, your breathing becoming rapid, not noticing that hongjoong is aware of your abnormality.

"How dare you touch yourself when I am here."

"Ah~" He spanks your butt, giving a slight thrust upward, allowing your fingers to plunge deeper.

"Hongjoong, I-" He smoosh your hand, and plung it along the contours of your panties, right down to your vagina. Your words are interrupted straight away as he starts to thrust in and out in a rhythmic manner, causing you to let out a moan.

"So wet I haven't even fuck you."

"Hmm~please joong~ I want you." Once again, you give him a look of innocence, hoping to arouse his desire to fuck you.

"Don't be impatient, my girl." He unbuckles his belt, and you lift your hips a little so he can pull his trousers down enough to free his cock.

"Take a seat, babe." You also take off your underwear, pull up your skirt, aim at his slightly erect cock, and slowly sink down.

"Oh~fuck~"

"How sensitive you are." As you try to bounce, he grabs you by the waist and stops you in your tracks.

"Huh?" You let out a confused whimper, now you just want him to fuck you hard.

"Did I ever say I was going to satisfy you?"

"Joong-"

"So naughty not to listen to me and touch yourself..."

"Umm~sorry joong~" He puts a finger on your mouth and does not allow you to speak.

"Stay still, don't move or I will not fuck you, understand?" You pretend to be angry and nod, sitting obediently.

Each time he leans forward, you feel his cock pressing against you and twitching, which not only paralyses you, but also makes you wetter. The feeling of being wrapped up in the heat and wetness is very comforting to hongjoong, and his previously restless mood gradually calms down.

"Mmmm~" you make a dissatisfied sound, wanting hongjoong to move, but he just doesn't budge, concentrating on his work and not caring whether you're horny or not. In fact, he wants to fuck you until he's exhausted all of his energy, but he can't just satisfy you.

"Ah~" Every time he thinks of a new idea or has a sudden thought, he will push into it. All of these touches make you shiver, the excitement and paralysis flooding through your body. As if on purpose to escape, seeing you pursing your lips and not daring to cry out, he can't help but push in further, feeling your lower body sucking on his thick cock.

Without knowing how much time has passed, maybe because this position makes you feel at ease, or maybe because you are too bored, you fall asleep against his head. And Hongjoong has almost finished his work.

"Y/N?" he calls to you tentatively and finds you sleeping soundly. He smiles petulantly, pecks you on the cheek, and with one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head, he carefully walks over to the bed outside the recording room.

He slowly withdraws from you, removes his pants and underwear and lies down behind you to enter your still wet vagina once again. He loves this feeling, and even feels addicted to it. He will probably have to penetrate you in order to sleep well in the future.

"Good night, Y/N." He kisses your neck and cuddles with you before drifting off to dreamland. And he does not break his promise tomorrow morning─he fucks you hard until exhaust all of energy.

[ferrstappen]

loving him is red l Charles Leclerc Imagine

a/n: it’s been YEARS since I've written something but I have too many ideas and time so I'll give it a try again <3 any feedback is appreciated and than you for reading <3

also, of course the only song I could think of is Red by Taylor Swift (taylor’s version ofc)... I mean... how could I not?

genre: fluff.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female singer!reader.

summary: Charles’ girlfriend receives her first Grammy for Song of the Year, sadly enough the inspiration behind the song isn’t able to make it to the ceremony.

“This feels so wrong, I should be there to support you... You’re always here for races and shit” Charles said while watching her get ready on a fancy hotel room, meanwhile he was stuck in Maranello. 

“Please don’t, it’s pre-season and all that, you know they needed you there today. Plus, I'll be home by tomorrow so we can celebrate... or you can console me since I'm probably losing anyway.” (Y/N) quietly said the last part while sipping some expensive sparkling wine her assistant brought to the room. 

“You are not losing! Babe, how many times do I need to tell you that?” Charles sounded truly exasperated with his girlfriend, like he truly had told her many many times. 

Truth be told, she never thought she would be considerate at all. Yes, her label had submitted her second album and the first single of the record, but they were almost obligated to do so, it was an unspoken rule in the music industry that you just had to do the entire “for your Grammy consideration” portfolio if you wanted to be taken seriously, but (Y/N) never really thought the song she first released from her album would be such a hit. 

Honestly, they just were words her heart could think of whenever she saw Charles, because he truly was red... In the way he wore the color so proudly, from the way his car was always a shiny red even when he was driving it in the driest of the deserts, to the way he loved her so passionately, fearlessly and undoubtedly... He was red. 

It never made sense to her that millions around the world would mix her lyrics on Ferrari t-shirts or that fans would wait for Charles on the stands with bright red lyrics of the song. 

He loved it, by the way. He would flush a bright red whenever someone on the grid teased him about it, pretended he was shy about everyone knowing those words were for him, but his heart would sing a little every single time he listened or read the verses meant for him, just as he would make sure the camera would capture your cute face over FaceTime when he got a podium and you couldn’t be here, or how he made sure to tell you his best joke when you’d arrive to the paddock holding hands, loving the way the photographers captured your laugh and the glint in his eyes just by being the reason of your smile. 

He had the superior relationship and he just knew it, and he made sure the rest of the word knew it as well. 

“So, are you finally going to show me the dress?” Charles said while putting his headphones on to ignore the world outside of his driver’s room.

She cheekily smiled. “No, not really” She told him, earning a dissatisfied groan from him.

“Then when do you want me to see it? On TV like the rest of the world?” He argued, his accent getting thicker.

“Actually yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” (Y/N) was going to keep talking, but her assistant let her know the dress had just arrived and they needed her full attention. 

“No, I heard that! You can mute me and I’ll just watch over here!” Charles pleaded, earning a heartily laugh from her girlfriend. 

“I’m so sorry, bebé. I have to go, but you can watch me on TV though!”

Charles sighed, unable to hide his grin. “You know I'll be glued, I don’t care about the time or anything,” even through his noise-cancelling headphones he could hear a big commotion outside his room, meaning someone would come knocking on his door soon. He took a deep breath before focusing his eyes on his muse again. “I love you so much, chérie. I’m so proud of you and whatever happens tonight doesn’t change that. Please whatever you need I'll have my phone at all times, I’m capable of stoping the car in the middle of nowhere and you know it,” they both laughed. “I’m right there with you, I love you.”

She repeated the same words over and over again, feeling a bit numb as several people helped her fitting the red Maison Valentino dress to perfection. It was a whirlwind from there, the last glance she took of herself in the mirror was to make sure the small prancing horse shaped stud earrings, a nod to her man watching on tv.

As if writing a Grammy nominated song and almost an entire album about him wasn’t enough...

Her hands couldn’t help the tingling on the palm of her hands, her body knowing she was missing her other half; he always needed to fix his tie or style a stubborn strand of hair, and it always calmed her nerves to take care of him. 

Back in Italy, Charles was anxiously watching the TV in front of him, some friends, including Carlos, were sitting around the living room, mindlessly chatting about some of the artists performing on the Grammys, what were the plans for the night, the next Real Madrid game...

But Charles eyes were trained on his girl smiling in front of the TV, feeling giddy as she gracefully walked down the carpet on her silky red dress, eyes shining and smile intoxicating. 

The night flew by and Charles swore he could feel your hand squeezing his as they announced the category he had been waiting for. Harry Styles was on the stage with the envelope.

Everything went by so quickly, Charles didn’t notice his friends had shut up and were with their eyes trained on the TV. They all collectively gasped when the brit announced Red by (Y/N) as the song of the year. 

Then it was just noise; from the TV, from people cheering on the theatre as she hid her face on the palm on her hands, to the living room where Charles had rose to his feet hugging everyone around him.

To anyone on the outside it would’ve seemed like their country had won the World Cup. 

“God, I don’t know how to begin,” She shakily said while holding the gramophone. “I know I’m supposed to say that this is for my fans and my label and everyone who believed in me, and it is but...” She smiled to herself. “This is for you, the inspiration behind every word, every verse, every note. My incredible boyfriend who makes my heart sing and my life happy. They haven’t invented the words to tell you how much I love you,” She could feel tears building on the corner of her eyes, until she saw a stage producer informing she only had ten seconds left to wrap up her speech. “God, just ten seconds? Thank you so much to everyone, Char I love you with my entire heart, and thank you to everyone for this I’ll always have this moment in my heart, even after I’m gone I’m sure this is gonna be engraved. Thank you!”

The camera captured her glistening eyes as she smiled through the lens. Charles had unshed tears as his heart was beating loudly. Only seconds passed until his phone was vibrating with an incoming FaceTime call. 

“So... Did you like the red dress?” She joked and he laughed through the unshed proud tears. He never knew he could feel so much pride and love for another person. 

He chuckled. “I loved it, and I love you so much words cannot explain. Fuck, how come I wasn’t there?”

Their love was red.

[illuminiscentboba]

kitchen waltz : akaashi keiji x reader

tags: fluff, suggestive themes, established relationship

you look silly, shimmying at your desk, your headphones barely sticking to your head with the sharpness of your movement.

another one of your favorites, akaashi notes. he props his chin on his hand as he watches you, an idle smile playing on his lips.

you guys have very similar tastes but he isn't sure what he thinks of your discography these days, as some of your favorite songs are breakup songs or label men demons that should be sacrificed to the volcano.

his heart does a funny flip when you hop out of your seat singing and rapping the lyrics with passionately, never enough you claim.

he watches with amusement as you stroll over to him, and pretend he's the boy theyre discussing breaking up with in the song. here you are before him, pointing in his face, casting a faux look of disgust with your eyes gliding up and down his figure.

he lets his jaw drop, turning away, in his seat, pretending to be offended as your disgusted persona wobbles in your failing efforts to hold in your smile.

you love it when he matches your energy, with his arms folded but a smile playing on his lips he replies, "I pay our rent" after you sing a lyric about broke men, "I don't lie or cheat." among many other accusations.

He successfully defends himself and his comebacks a little too quick...which means you probably got this one stuck in his head too. his silly quips and pleading to be spared make it all the more amusing.

he claims to hate it but randomly mumbles lyrics when working from home and even as he types away at work but how can he not enjoy the show with you as the star?

last time he was fed up with the countless breakup songs back to back to back standing up from his spot to plead with you "how about you love me now?...alexa play that boy is mine...god...any version is fine!"

he watches with hope as your overexaggerated movements from before still, changing into a slow, alluring stride.

it must be a love song.

he uses his knuckles to hide his growing grin.

he can't help but get shy whenever you serenade him, his ears turning pink with the lyrics and your touch.

he loves being your muse, the boyfriend, the love interest in the narrative you present to him. more than that though, he loves to add quips that make you blush. "i'll take you up on that." or "you can have a taste", he is unsufferable.

he is helpless when you hand cups his chin, staring into his eyes, the words mine, want and love falling off your tongue like honey. you press your forehead against his, and now he can hear the song.

its one of his favorites.

" you want me so bad," he teases as you pull at him to get up and dance with you. you stop, narrowing your eyes at him but he knows the next lyric. "I think about you almost every day" he hums in that smooth, velvety voice of his, enunciating the last part. it distracts you for a moment and you want to hear more.

but still, you leap on the opportunity "why not every single day?" you lean close to him, hands on your hips. he chuckles at your antics, lifting himself out of his chair to dance with you, pressing the disconnect button on your headphones. "fine...i'll clock in on fridays too."

the song changes once more and you go back to seducing...you mean serenading him, singing about his lips and he's peppering your face with kisses. body to body? he's got that figured out for you.

you're fighting for your life as a particularly dirty song comes on. by this point, you guys are both giggling as you try to get out the lyrics. he spins you, and does a dramatic dip, whispering very innappropriate responses to the prompts.

who's wooing who at this point? your face is a tomato, a few shades away from his and frankly, he's way too smug for your liking. your headphones, suddenly reconnect, a silence falling on the room while your temporarily deafened.

you scramble for the volume button as he pushes them off your head. "y/n! are you okay?"

your still wincing, rubbing your ears. he inspects them with a frown on his face, after water damage from the storm the month before they have been malfunctioning sporadically.

"we really need to get you new headphones..."

"i don't want to part with them just yet though." you mutter dejectedly. your headphones go silent and you think it may be broken for good but nope, the next song was beginning.

"I don't think we were finished yet, were we?" you take his hand, grinning as you two took to a slow sway, and he fails to hold in the warmth overflowing his system and the leaned in close to the smile that captivates him every morning.

"I never want this to end" you murmur as he presses your lips together. he didn't have a quick quip this time or a response, the lyrics from the songs prior coming back to him. your hands are lost in his hair as he pulls you impossible closer, a layer of hunger coming undone.

he leans back to admire you once you two come up for air. "it doesn't need to" he says, shifting your hair behind his ear. he leans forward for another in a trance, the music truly setting the scene.

until it doesn't.

the music comes to a sudden halt, the glow of your laptop suddenly turning black.

"noooo, keiji, you jinxed it!"

"we jinxed it." he corrects you, quick to cue the song on his phone.

[tavolgisvist]

Well, to my surprise, it turned out too long for reading and too messy for meaning, obviously. So I just cut the main points (but it means we can't see how they interwoven through years).

Part 1: dances as true love and lover as just temporary person vs dancer who is a partner for ever

Well, she was just seventeen, you know what I mean And the way she looked was way beyond compare So how could I dance with another When I saw her standin' there

Well, she looked at me and I could see That before too long I'd fall in love with her 'Cause she wouldn't dance with another When I saw her standin' there

(I Saw Her Standing There, 1962/1963, Please Please Me)

If somebody tries to take my place Let's pretend we just can't see his face In this world there's nothing I would rather do I've discovered I'm in love with you 'Cause I'm happy just to dance with you

(I’m Happy Just to Dance with You, 1964, A Hard Day’s Night)

Do you, don't you want me to love you? I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you Tell me, tell me, tell me, come on tell me the answer You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer

(Helter-Skelter, 1968, The Beatles/White Album)*

Because I love you, my little friend I really love you Give me just one more chance And I'll show you Take up the dance where we left off The rest of our life is the, my little

I'm home

((Forgive Me) My Little Flower Princess, Aug 1980)

'Well, Paul told me he said 'John [after his death] will come back…' (Carl Perkins)

Can I get you to show me a little of your mime? You were always a very good dancer … I wait, I wait, I can wait. I can wait back in the bar. I can wait, I can wait, I can wait back in the car. I'll be waiting for you.

(Stranglehold, 1986, Press To Play)

*The verses are based on the Mock Turtle’s song from Alice in Wonderland: ‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail, ‘There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle – will you come and join the dance? Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance? Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?’ John and I both adored Lewis Carroll, and we often quoted him.

(Paul McCartney about Helter Skelter, The Lyrics, 2021)

add to this

[izaahel]

Oldelaf Haddotin

There is an Haddotin song and you should hear it !

It was for his St Valentin album 🥰

Here are the translation of the lyrics made by me while I was eating :

Tintin Tintin !

Captain of long course, I only kiss bottles

I've been around every seas

Yes, but alone, it's not the same.

And I drink until the end of the hold and I don't know where you come from. You shock me, you hurt me by changing everything I am.

You're not my style, I don't understand but inside my heart, I hear a voice :

Billions of blue blistering barnacles, it's you Tintin that I love so much.

Billions of blue blistering barnacles, I can't stand the Castafiore no more.

I've never known someone that fragile and so strong at the same time.

Who would have believed in our feelings in the holds of the Karaboudjan ?

Tintin Tintin !

And in our adventures, in everything, we are very discreet. I follow you, I act tough. Even if I admire you in secret. And we make fun of all the clichés, I know that when evening comes, the sailor and the shorty find themselves alone at Marlinspike Hall.

Twenty years ago, I didn't see myself in love with a man child.

Billions of blue blistering barnacles, it's you Tintin that I love so much.

Billions of blue blistering barnacles, I can't stand the Castafiore no more.

I never knew someone that fragile yet so strong.

All my life, I will love you, from Peru to the top of Tibet.

Tintin Tintin !

I'll follow you to the end of the world, I'm too afraid that you'll meet a blonde... And we'll grow old side by side, in djellaba, or in an astronaut costume.

And if I complain, it's for style, it's to pretend I'm virile. But I only like our tender moments or when you let me take you.

Billions of blue blistering barnacles, it's you Tintin that I love so much.

Billions of blue blistering barnacles, I will love you until I die.

And if one day, in the future, someone writes down our adventures, I make the wish, even so easy, that they will not hides our idyll.

END

If you find any mistakes, don't hesitate.

Here is my contribution to the Haddotin fandom for the English people xD

[sp1resong]

new song! this time it's about how it feels when someone is wrong on the internet [lyrics under the cut]

i am going to kill you

I am going to kill you I am going to kill you There is only one thing That I swear to be true And that is that I am going to Fucking kill you

Let me start off this song By sayin' I was right all along So when I tear you to shreds I wont try and make amends Cause that would mean pretending I was wrong

I want you gone from this land I want you dead where you stand I want your blood in my teeth And your guts in my carpet When I tear you apart with my bare fucking hands

I am going to kill you I am going to kill you I swear to God, And to the Devil, too, I am going to Fucking kill you

This is hardly a song I'm just screaming the words And breaking the bones of the piano Till all my fingers hurt

I want to see your gore Spill out across the floor Cause you were wrong and I was right So kiss your fuckin' god goodnight Cause he won't be seeing you anymore

I am going to kill you I am going to kill you There is only one thing That I swear to be true And that is that I am going to Fucking kill you

I will tear you apart I will rip out your heart And maybe then you will see Through my red victory That fuck it, I was right from the start

I'll bring your life to an end And maybe I'll tell my friends And goddamn, when I'm done, I will find you and kill you again

I will rend you apart with my bare fingernails I will hang you by a rope of your own arguments I will hold a gun to your head, motherfucker I will laugh and I'll pull the trigger, and then you'll be dead

I am going to kill you I am going to kill you There is only one thing That I know to be true And that is that I swear on all that is true That by God and the Devil I'll destroy, I will fucking kill you