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05. 青春ノスタルジー
  • 05. 青春ノスタルジー
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Seishun Nostalgia

Kanji
愛はノスタルジー いまも聴こえるエレジー
あの娘恋しい 黄昏の ラブストーリー

切ないウソ 本当は 気付いてた You’re not mine
ルージュ引き直したら もう行きなよ Say good bye

夕暮れのアヴェニュー ピエロの恋は
(I wonder why)
テールライトに さらわれて

「好き」じゃ足りなくて もっと困らせたくて
ワザと長めの kissをした
愛はノスタルジー ひとりよがりのジェラシー
あの娘恋しい 黄昏の シルエット

泣けるぐらい 本気で はっしゃいでた Yesterday
違う手に抱かれても 変わるなよ Promise me

がむしゃらだった あの日のステップ
(shall we dance)
もっと上手に 踊れたね

夢を捨てたなら お前苦しめるから
涙こらえて 街を出た

ラララ…

I wonder where you are. Tell me…please.
Baby I miss you girl. You know my love is forever wow…

青春の ラブストーリー


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Romaji
ai wa Nosutarujii ima mo kikoeru Erejii
ano kokoishi tasogare no Rabu Sutoorii

setsunai uso hontou wa kizuiteta You’re not mine
Ruuju hikinaoshitara mou ikina yo Say good bye

yuugure no Avenyuu Piero no koi wa
(I wonder why)
Teeroraito ni sarawarete

“suki” jya tarinakute motto komarasetakute
waza to nagame no Kisu wo shita
ai wa Nosutarujii hitori yogari no Jerashii
ano kokoishii tasogare no Shiruetto

nakeru gurai honki de hasshaideta Yesterday
chigau te ni dakarete mo kawaru na yo Promise me

gamushara datta ano hi no Suteppu
(shall we dance)
motto jouzu ni odoreta ne

yume wo suteta nara omae kurushimeru kara
namida koraete machi wo deta

La La La…

I wonder where you are. Tell me…please.
Baby I miss you girl. You know my love is forever wow…

seishun no Rabu Sutoorii.

anonymous asked:

That kiss definitely tasted of beer and the beautiful acceptance of two people falling slowly in love pls this show is so good

it tasted of beer and martinis and no judgement. it tasted of i’m a little bit scared of this but it doesn’t matter because i want it so badly. it tasted like the feeling of a smile on your mouth over a pool table and a song playing on the juke box that just felt right. it tasted like a little bit of worry and a little bit of thinking too much, but not wanting the night to end for any reason.

it tasted so good and felt like sun warmed skin in the middle of winter. alec’s mouth was soft and it tasted unexpected but at the same time utterly expected. he was warm under magnus’s fingertips, fingers near his ribs sinking into it and it was impossible not to gently chase more of his mouth. it felt like your face is so warm and so is your breath i just want to soak it up, don’t pull away just yet.

night blooms and petals slowly unfurling, blinking eyes open slow to stare up at him and feel him solid under your fingertips. and then magnus heard what that did to him. he heard the thickness of his voice, watched the way the kiss had lowered his eyelids. it was everything he himself was feeling echoed back. the heavy breathing and the chandelier light feeling all too hazy

fleetribeiro  asked:

I love your Bughead fanfics! They're so good! :) Here's my prompt: Betty and Jughead are listening to the radio, some fun pop song comes on, and Betty convinces Jug to dance. He's not the greatest dancer, but when the music changes to something slower, it's Betty whose out of her element. But then Jughead pulls her close, because turns out secretly he's an amazing slow dancer...

Kickass prompt! You gave me the plot so all I have to do is flesh it out :)

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It’s late at Pop’s, and there is no one but Betty and Jughead in the Shoppe. Pop is cleaning or sleeping in the back, knowing his regulars will call on him if they need anything.

Pop has left an old radio on the counter ever since the juke box had broken, and the pair has brought it to their booth and has been switching in between radio stations and guessing the songs as they come on.

The score is 15 for Jughead and 11 for Betty when the next song comes on:

Who’s around when the days feel long

“Oh! I know this!” Betty exclaims, jumping up out of the booth, while Jughead tries to listen for more.

Who’s around when you can’t be strong

“I have no idea,” Jughead slouches in the booth, throwing his arms up in defeat. Betty has shut her eyes and is bouncing up and down excitedly.

Who’s around when you’re losing your mind

Somebody Loves You, by Betty Who!” Betty cheers, dancing around. Jughead laughs at her glee, and her victory dance turns into real dancing.

Jughead watches her while tapping his fingers to the beat on the table. He sees how she dances without a worry, not caring at all.

“C’mon Juggie,” she teases, coming up to him, “get up and dance,” she pulls on his arm.

“I don’t dance,” he says, putting his free hand over hers on his arm, his comment earning him puppy dog eyes, “and by that I mean I can’t dance to this,” he tells her without shame, hoping to get out of embarrassing himself.

Betty is having none of it.

“Oh, please,” she rolls her eyes and pulls him up.

He lets her pull his weight, reluctantly standing while she dances around him to turn up the music. He adjusts his hat from where it’s tilted and loosens his neck, preparing to dance. Betty chuckles at his mannerisms as he starts to side-step offbeat. Every now and then he throws in a little shoulder roll while she hops around, swinging her arms and snapping, then Jughead tries to copy her and fails miserably.

They laugh and dance through the whole song, trying to mock each others dance moves, until the song changes.

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

It’s a slow song and Betty slows her movements and eventually stalls, crossing her arms.

“Well that was fun,” she takes a step towards their booth when suddenly Jughead is stepping towards her and uncrossing her arms.

“Not so fast,” he places one of her hands on his shoulder an holds the other, his hand falling to rest on her waist, “this I can dance to,” he smirks, and leads her in slowly stepping side to side. She is staring at her feet to get the steps right, and Jughead sometimes gently pulls or pushes her hand to indicate for her to step forwards or backwards.

I’ve had you so many times but somehow I want more

Betty looks up from where she was focusing on her feet to Jughead, who is smiling at her, inches from her face.

Their steps slow, and Betty finds herself staring at Jughead’s lips, right there in front of her, then realizes what she’s doing and looks up. With a blush rising in her cheeks she finds that Jughead is looking at hers as well and his eyes flash up to meet her gaze.

There is a second pause as the two question what is really happening, then both of them simultaneously meet in the middle to kiss.

It’s instantly heated, Jughead pulling Betty in by the waist, pulling their bodies flush against one another. She threads her fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands to get a better angle in the kiss, as the two of them get impossibly closer.

When they both inevitably come up for air, the song on the radio is just finishing.

Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye

With the sounds of their deep breathing filling the silence between the songs Jughead says, “Maroon 5, She Will Be Loved.”