#Love wins all' (Lyrics English)

[wavesmusic]

IU - 'Love wins all' (Lyrics English)

[clara-a7]

F1 GRID || 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚

彡CONTAINS ; kimi antonelli, charles leclerc, franco colapinto, isack hadjar, gabriel bortoleto

彡WARNINGS ; fluff

彡REQUESTED? ; No~ (requests are open!)

彡WORDS ; 1,1k

彡DISCLAIMER ; Everything written here is FICTITIOUS.

彡AUTHOR'S NOTE ; sorry if here are any mistakes, english isn't my first language!

⤷Kimi Antonelli

Kimi tries to help you with your Italian.

One night, you’re making pasta together when you try to say something you think sounds right. “Posso aiutarti a… spaghettiare?”

Kimi looks up, trying not to laugh. “That’s not a real word,” he says, shaking his head. “But it's a good start”

He’s actually patient when you ask questions or want help. He doesn’t get frustrated if you mess up. He just explains it quietly or repeats it until you get it. But if you mess up something super simple like "ciao" he won’t let you live it down. You’ll hear him say it back to you ten times a day, always with a small grin.

He really likes it when you try to say sweet things in Italian. When you tell him “sei bellissimo,” he doesn’t say much just smiles and looks at you a little longer than usual. That’s how you know it matters to him.

Sometimes he teaches you with music. He’ll play old Italian love songs while you’re in the kitchen, and he’ll explain the lyrics one line at a time calm. It’s how he shares things with you.

With Kimi, learning Italian isn’t perfect, and it’s not fast. But it’s real. It’s about small moments, shared laughs, and learning by just being together.

⤷Charles Leclerc

Charles tries to help you with your French.

He doesn’t correct you right away when you say something wrong. He lets you finish, then gently repeats it the right way. Never to make fun just to help you hear it.

One morning, you try to ask him if he wants coffee in French. “Tu vouloir… cafer-rr?” He laughs under his breath, walks over, and kisses your forehead. “Nice try. But no, it’s tu veux du café?”

He’s patient. He doesn’t rush you. If you forget a word, he’ll wait until you find it, or quietly give you a hint. And when you get something right, even something small, he gives you this soft, proud smile like he really means it.

He loves hearing you try. Especially when you use words like 'mon cœur' or 'tu me manques'. Even if your accent’s a little off, he never makes fun of it. He just watches you, quietly happy, like it means more than he says.

Sometimes he teaches you while you're doing regular things grocery shopping, walking through the city, cooking dinner. He’ll point to something and say the word in French, then wait for you to repeat it. No pressure. Just small moments, here and there.

With Charles, learning French feels natural. Not like homework more like being let into his world.

⤷Franco Colapinto

Franco helps you with your Spanish.

Sometimes when you’re out, he’ll stop and point to something: “That says ‘helado’ It means ice cream.” Then he nudges you and asks, “How do you say it?” When you say it a little wrong, he gasps. “No ice cream for you until you get it right.” (You get it right fast.)

He teaches you words at random times, when you’re brushing your teeth, walking home, or making dinner. Some words are useful. Some are just slang. “Che, boludo” he says, shaking his head. “It means like… dude. But don’t say it in front of my grandma.” (You do. Once. He still laughs about it.)

When you try full sentences, he never interrupts. He lets you finish, even if you make a lot of mistakes. Then he’ll fix one thing just one and say, “You’re getting better. Really.” And you believe him, because he only says it when it’s true.

In the mornings, he sends you voice notes sometimes with new words, sometimes just him saying, “Buenos días, mi amorrr” dragging the “r” to make you smile.

With Franco, learning Spanish feels fun. It’s full of little jokes, small wins, and real moments. You don’t even notice how much you’ve learned until one day he says something fast in Spanish, and you understand all of it.

⤷Isack Hadjar

Isack tries to help you with your French.

One afternoon, you call him 'frère' just for fun, and he smiles softly. “Frère?” he teases, his eyes lighting up. “Bro? Who taught you that?” You laugh, shrugging. “From you,” you say, making him smile.

It’s the small moments like this that make him happy knowing you’re paying attention, even when you don’t fully understand him.

He’s patient when you mess up, never rushing you or making you feel bad. He’ll softly repeat words, letting you take your time. But when it comes to bad words, he can’t help himself. He teaches you a few, like 'merde' or 'putain' and the two of you share quiet laughs when you get them wrong. “Just don’t say it around my mom,” he says, giving you a playful wink.

There’s something about the way he teaches that makes it feel less like a lesson and more like something you’re sharing together. He gently corrects you, his smile growing softer when you try, and that proud look in his eyes when you finally get it right.

With Isack, learning French is full of warmth, laughter, and easy moments of connection. It’s not about being perfect; it’s about being close, sharing something special, and enjoying each step of the journey together.

⤷Gabriel Bortoleto

Gabriel tries to help you with your Portuguese.

One night, during a late FaceTime, he’s clearly half-asleep but still insists on giving you a word of the day. “Hoje… the word is saudade.” You pause, trying to figure it out. “That’s a hard one.” He smiles, his voice soft. “It means ‘I miss you.’ A lot.” You repeat the word, and it feels like something deeper, something just for the two of you.

He enjoys teaching you words that carry weight, like 'cafuné' (the act of running fingers through someone’s hair). When you trip over the pronunciation, he gently corrects you, never rushing you. “Try again, meu bem.” And when you finally say it right, he grins, looking proud.

Sometimes, he sends you playlists filled with Brazilian songs and quizzes you on the lyrics. When you get one right, he rewards you with a sweet kiss on the forehead. “You're getting better,” he says with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

He calls you 'meu bem' so often, and before long, you start saying it back to him. Every time, it melts his heart just a little more. “You said it just right,” he whispers, his voice full of warmth and affection.

With Gabriel, learning Portuguese isn’t about perfection, it’s about sharing little moments, laughing together, and making memories that go beyond the words themselves.

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[museiest]

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK . . . . gojo satoru .ᐟ

LYRICS. who's gonna hold you like me? and who's gonna know you, if not me? ──────ex-husband!gojo x fem!reader ⋆

NOTES. had this idea while listening imgonnagetyouback + speak now and here we are! ⋆ some typos probably ⋆ reader has a boyfriend named kenji ⋆ megumi and tsumiki are your adopted children ⋆ english is not my first language ⋆

ex-husband!gojo who's still in love with you, even though you already have a new boyfriend.

ex-husband!gojo who hates your new partner, he can’t stand him, and hates seeing him near you.

ex-husband!gojo who, despite having his own apartment, constantly ends up at your house since your children, Megumi and Tsumiki, live with you.

ex-husband!gojo who still tries to win you back because he knows very well that even if you don’t say you love him, your eyes speak louder than a thousand words.

ex-husband!gojo who stays over whenever he can (and wants) and cooks you breakfast every morning before taking your kids to school.

ex-husband!gojo who always tries to convince you that your boyfriend is an idiot who only wants to use you to create a rivalry between you and him.

ex-husband!gojo who finally gets a girlfriend, not just to avoid falling into the abyss of loneliness, but also to make you jealous and finally get you to admit you still love him.

ex-husband!gojo who starts dating someone you know very well, your best friend, who had always secretly loved Satoru and finally has the chance to be with him after years of yearning for him.

ex-husband!gojo who tries to hide his relationship from you because deep down, he knows what he's doing is wrong.

ex-husband!gojo who, after three months of keeping his relationship with Himiko ───your friend─── a secret, finally tells you and your children who's the mystery woman he’s been dating the past months, only to face a reaction he never expected from Megumi and Tsumiki.

“You planned to tell me this. . .when? when you two were already engaged and married?” you asked, furious after Megumi stormed upstairs to his room with Tsumiki following behind.

“Of course not! i just— i wanted to give it some time before telling you everything,” the white-haired man replied, making you to scoff.

“She’s my best friend, Satoru!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with pain. you couldn’t believe that the person you thought was your friend would date the love of your life and the father of your children, “Of all the mistakes you’ve made through the years, this is by far the worst!”

Satoru stared at you in disbelief before retorting, “A mistake? you’re the one who moved on! I have the right to do the same!”

“But not with my best friend!" you argued, walking to the door and opening it wide for him to leave, “I want you to go, i need to be alone, and you know perfectly well that your kids don’t want to see you right now. So, leave.”

“Yn— let’s talk this out like adults," he pleaded.

“Get out, Satoru! I don’t want to see you!” you yelled one last time, forcing your ex-husband to sigh heavily, grab his things, and finally leave.

ex-husband!gojo who doesn’t know what to do after the fight, torn between continuing his relationship or ending it.

ex-husband!gojo who seeks advice from his best friend, Geto Suguru, hoping for some clarity.

“Satoru, if you want to stick with this weird relationship you have with your ex-wife’s best friend, then fight for your happiness, I'll support you. But if you’re only doing this to make Yn jealous, please don’t,” Suguru advised, leaving Satoru deep in thought for the rest of the week as he tried to fix things with you.

ex-husband!gojo who apologizes to his children, successfully earning Tsumiki’s forgiveness, but not Megumi’s— he’s always been a mama’s boy, after all.

“Mom cried all night because of you. I’ll never forgive you!” your eight-year-old son declared, leaving Satoru wide-eyed with the news.

“W-what? Is that true, ‘Miki?”

“Yes. . . we all slept in her room last night to keep her company. She didn’t even answered Kenji’s calls," his older sister admitted, “You know, I think she still loves you. . .she’s never cried like that for anyone else but you.”

“You two should get back together. . .i don’t want Kenji around anymore,” Megumi mumbled, making his sister and Satoru smile.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, kiddo. Your mom doesn’t love me anymore, and that’s why she’s with Kenji,” Satoru explained, ruffling the boy’s hair lovingly and smiling softly at Tsumiki.

“That’s a lie. . .i know it is,” Megumi replied, still having some resentment toward his father, “If you could just break up with Himiko, everything would be fine.”

ex-husband!gojo who, after talking to his kids, decides to end his relationship to win you back again.

ex-husband!gojo whose world crumbles when you announce that you and Kenji are getting married in a month.

ex-husband!gojo who comes up with the perfect plan with Megumi and Tsumiki to stop you from marrying someone who doesn’t deserve you and from someone you don't actually love.

ex-husband!gojo who isn’t invited to the wedding (just like Kenji wanted) but still manages to sneak in to stop you before it’s too late.

ex-husband!gojo who, on the day of your wedding, feels more nervous than ever but knows there’s only one way the day can end and that's with you in his arms, telling him how you love him endlessly.

part 2 OUT NOW .ᐟ

© MUSEIEST 2025

[ilovemarvel97]

The Secret's Out

Elizabeth Olsen x fem reader

Word Count: 1,367

Summary: y/n the new singer who won the grammy, drops a bomb during Jimmy Fallon show.

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

Notes: I just had this idea, but I never posted before. I am not good at writing and English is not my first language. Hope you all enjoy it!

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Y/n is new singer but went straight to the top. She won many awards this year and her fame continues to increase. Tonight she was at the Jimmy Fallon show.

“Y/n f/n everybody!”

As Jimmy calls your name, the audience of The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon cheers excitedly as you come out waving at everybody and the camera. You hug Jimmy and sit down on the couch.

“Thank you for having me” I greet everyone once they calm down. 

Jimmy grins, leaning forward with excitement. “Y/n, first of all, congratulations on an absolutely incredible year! You skyrocketed to the top, hit songs, sold-out concerts, and, what, like a million awards?” He gestures dramatically, making the audience laugh. “How does it feel? Did you ever expect this to happen so fast?”

You smile, adjusting in your seat. “Honestly, no. It still feels unreal. I’ve been working so hard, but to see this kind of love and support? It’s insane. I’m just so grateful.”

Jimmy nods. “Well, the fans love you. Social media loves you. Your songs are everywhere. What’s been the craziest moment of your career so far?”

You chuckle, thinking for a moment. “Oh, there have been so many! But I’d say performing at the Grammys and then actually winning... I mean, I was shaking! I couldn’t believe it.”

The audience cheers, and Jimmy claps. “Well deserved! And now, of course, everyone wants to know….what’s next? Any new projects you can tease?”

You grin playfully. “Let’s just say... something big is coming very soon. Stay tuned.” I wink at the camera.

Jimmy gasps dramatically. “Ooooh, we love a good tease. Okay, now, Y/n, I have to ask…” He leans in mischievously. “We’ve talked about the career, but what about the love life? Fans are dying to know. Are you single? Dating? Seeing anyone special?”

The audience reacts with cheers and whistles, making you laugh.

I chuckle as I look around the audience, feeling the anticipation in the air. The cheers grow louder, and Jimmy leans in, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“Ohhh, that was a very suspicious chuckle,” he teases, making the audience laugh. “Come on, Y/n! Give us something!”

I shake my head with a smile. “I mean… I’m just focused on my music right now,” I say, playing it safe.

Jimmy gasps dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “That sounds like a very ‘celebrity’ answer. Which means…there is someone!”

The audience erupts into excited chatter, and I laugh again. “Jimmy! You are so nosy,” I tease, making him throw his hands up in surrender.

“I just ask what the people want to know!” he says. “Okay, okay, let me rephrase—do any of your songs on the album happen to be inspired by someone special?”

I bite my lip, knowing this will only stir up more speculation.

I smirk, tilting my head slightly. “Well… let’s just say that some of the songs may have been inspired by certain experiences,” I tease, making the audience erupt into excited reactions.

Jimmy’s eyes widen. “Ooooh! I knew it! See, that’s not a ‘no’!”

I laugh, shaking my head. “I mean, as a songwriter, I pull inspiration from real life, right?”

Jimmy grins. “Okay, okay. Let’s narrow it down. Are these songs happy love songs… or more of a heartbreak situation?”

I pause for a second, tapping my fingers on my knee. “Hmm… maybe a little bit of both?” I finally say, keeping my expression playful.

The audience goes wild, and Jimmy dramatically leans back in his chair. “Oh, you are so good at this! Now the fans are going to be analyzing every single lyric trying to figure it out.”

I shrug innocently. “Hey, that’s part of the fun, right?”

Jimmy laughs. “Alright, alright. Any last message for the mystery person in case they’re watching right now?”

I think for a moment before grinning. “I’d say… they already know the songs are about them.”

The audience erupts into loud gasps and cheers, and Jimmy practically jumps out of his seat. “WAIT, WAIT, WAIT—hold on! So they know? You actually told them?”

I shrug playfully. “Maaaybe.”

Jimmy runs a hand through his hair, looking completely shook. “Okay, that just made it ten times juicier. So, did they say anything? Like, did they have a reaction to the songs?”

I smirk. “Oh, they definitely had a reaction.”

The crowd goes wild again, and Jimmy throws his hands in the air. “Y/n, you are killing me here! Good reaction? Bad reaction? Are we talking ‘text at 2 AM’ reaction or ‘ignore and pretend it never happened’ reaction?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Let’s just say… they definitely listened.”

Jimmy groans dramatically. “Ugh! You are giving just enough to drive everyone crazy, and I respect that.”

I chuckle “I mean…if I say too much my wife might get upset with me.” I smirk

The audience screams in shock, and Jimmy's jaw drops as he stares at me, eyes wide. "WAIT. HOLD ON. Wife?! Did you just say wife?"

I bite my lip, trying to hold back my laughter as the crowd goes absolutely wild. Jimmy dramatically stumbles back in his chair, grabbing his chest. "Y/n, are you telling me you just casually dropped the biggest bombshell of the year on myshow?!"

I shrug innocently. "I mean... you asked."

Jimmy flails his arms. "No, no, no! This is huge! The mystery person is actually your wife?! When did this happen?! How did we not know?! Is this an exclusive?"

I smirk. "Let's just say... we've been keeping things private. But yeah, she's definitely heard the songs."

The audience loses it, and Jimmy leans forward on his desk, shaking his head in disbelief. "I need a second. I need a second to process this. Y/n, you just broke the internet on my show."

I chuckle. "Well, I'm honored."

Jimmy points at me. "This is officially the wildest interview I’ve had in a while. Y/n, you are legendary for this. Give it up for Y/n f/n, everyone!"

The crowd erupts into cheers as I laugh, waving at them. The camera zooms out, officially wrapping up the segment—but I already know social media is about to explode.

—

Backstage is chaos. My phone won’t stop buzzing, and my manager is staring at me like I just set the world on fire.

“You do realize you just broke the internet, right?” they say, scrolling through Twitter.

I grin. “Yeah, I kinda figured.”

Just as I’m about to check my notifications, my phone starts ringing. My heart does a little flip when I see the name on the screen: Liz 💜

I take a deep breath and answer, putting on my best innocent voice. “Hey, love.”

“You are unbelievable,” Lizzie says, her voice laced with amusement. “I leave you alone for one interview, and you go and casually reveal we’re married on national television?”

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. “Technically, I didn’t say who I was married to…”

Lizzie lets out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, please. You know they’re going to connect the dots in like, two minutes.”

I smirk. “So… are you mad?”

She pauses, then I hear a soft chuckle. “I mean, it was kind of iconic. But you owe me.”

I grin. “Anything for you.”

She hums. “Good. Because now we have to deal with the internet freaking out.”

I glance at my notifications, where “Y/n F/N MARRIED???” is trending worldwide. Fans are already analyzing every little detail, and theories are flying. I shake my head with a laugh. “Well… guess the secret’s out.”

Lizzie sighs playfully. “Guess so. Might as well make it official.”

My breath catches. “Wait… you mean—?”

Before I can finish, a new notification pops up. Elizabeth Olsen just posted a photo.

I quickly tap on it, and my jaw drops. It’s a black-and-white picture of our intertwined hands—her wedding ring and mine clearly visible. The caption?

"Forever. 💍❤️ @yourusername"

My heart races. The world now knows, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

I bring the phone back to my ear, grinning. “I love you, you know that?”

Lizzie chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Now come home before the paparazzi camp outside our place.”

I laugh. “On my way, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

—The End… Let me know if it’s good 😉

[maryleclerc]

could you do a fic about the reader being a singer and she goes to one of luke's NHL hockey games and she is spotted there like Taylor swift was and than she writes a whole love album about her and luke

love this request, and i hope you like this 💗

LOVE SONG FOR YOU

REQUEST OPEN

PAIRING: Luke Hughes x Singer!reader

SUMMARY: After a night of supporting your boyfriend, Luke Hughes, at a New Jersey Devils game, your love for him spills over into a new album. Known for your voice and now for showing up in the stands to cheer him on, you catch the attention of fans from both your worlds. The album becomes a heartfelt reflection of your relationship, and in a playful interview with a close friend, you confirm what everyone had suspected – the album is a love letter to Luke.

WARNING: English is not my first language. Fluff, public attention, fan excitement, playful teasing, and pure romance.

Your heart pounded with excitement as you made your way to your seat, attempting to keep a low profile under a hoodie and a baseball cap. But no amount of disguise could change why you were here. You weren’t just a fan tonight, you were here to see Luke, Luke Hughes.

After a year and a half of dating, both you and Luke were used to supporting eachother from afar, you always watching his games online or catching highlights later, but tonight was different. Being here in person you could felt something electric. Your gaze stayed locked on him as he took a few warm-up laps on the ice with his teammates. Even from a distance, he looked as focused and intense as ever, radiating a quiet confidence that made your heart swell with pride.

Despite your attempt to stay under the radar, the fans around you soon began to whisper and point. Some recognized you, and you couldn’t help but smile as a few nearby Devils fans struck up casual conversation.

“Oh, so you’re a fan, huh?” a young woman in the row ahead of you said, grinning knowingly.

“Something like that,” you replied, giving her a wink.

They teased you gently, but they didn’t pry, simply enjoying the game and occasionally sharing their enthusiasm for Luke. It was heartwarming to see how loved he was by his fans, and you couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sense of camaraderie with them.

Every time Luke skated onto the ice, your eyes followed him. Each save, each play, had you holding your breath, and every victory had you clapping louder than anyone else around. There were a few moments when you caught Luke’s eye from across the rink, and though he couldn’t acknowledge you directly, the slightest hint of a smile in his eyes told you he knew you were there. In those moments, the rest of the arena seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your shared world.

When the game finally ended, with the Devils claiming a hard-fought win, you could hardly contain your pride. As you left the arena, fans with quick cameras snapped photos of you smiling, and before you knew it, they were posting online, tagging you with captions like

Spotted at Luke’s game! The way she looks at him tho…

Another power couple in sports and entertainment?

You couldn’t help but chuckled at the speculation, secretly thrilled by how much people adored seeing the two of you together.

For days after the game, memories of the night still lingered in your head. The loud cheers, the crowd’s energy, the sound of his skating on the ice, the sight of Luke in his element all of it stayed with you. Back at home, you found yourself replaying it in your mind over and over again, finding bits and pieces of inspiration in each moment.

Lyrics began to pour out, each one a line in the story of your love for Luke. Some were about the thrill of watching him play, while others were softer, quieter, capturing the moments no one else saw the late-night talks, the gentle laughter, the way he’d hold you close when no one was looking.

Writing the album felt like writing a love letter, something you considered a very romantic things. You poured all of your feelings into each verse, each melody, until the album began to take shape as a reflection of your love for him. The songs were intimate and honest, capturing the magic and the reality of being in a relationship with someone whose life was as much in the spotlight as yours.

When the album was complete, you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You hadn’t told Luke about it yet, wanting it to be surprise. And as the release date drew near, you could barely contain your anticipation.

When your album “Love Song for You” dropped, fans were quick to notice the clues. They dissected every lyric, analyzing lines like “the thrill of the crowd” and “the ice under your feet,” connecting them to Luke and his career. Social media erupted with theories, fans tagging both you and Luke in posts saying,

This HAS to be about him!

She’s definitely a Devils fan now!

Even Luke was taken aback when he first listened to it. He had suspected you’d been working on something special, but he hadn’t anticipated that each song would feel like a personal dedication. The two of you sat together on the couch, listening to the album as he took in each lyric. He reached over to hold your hand, his eyes full of emotion.

“This is incredible,” he said softly, his voice filled with awe. “I don’t know what to say… thank you.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “I just wanted to capture how I feel. How much I love you.”

For the next few days, social media, tiktok was flooded with reactions to the album. Fans shared clips, tagging both of you with heart emojis and comments even edits of their boyfriend, girlfriend.

A few days after the album release, you were invited to a friend’s podcast. They were well aware of your relationship with Luke and the story behind the album, but they kept things light, creating an atmosphere of fun and excitement.

After a few warm-up questions, the host leaned in with a smirk.

“So, there’s one thing everyone’s been dying to know,” they began, grinning.

“What was this album really about?”

You laughed, giving a playful shrug.

“What do you mean, ‘what was this album about?’” you replied, a twinkle in your eye. “Isn’t it too obvious?”

The host laughed, clearly delighted with your answer. “So it’s official then?” they teased, leaning back in their seat. “Our hockey star has his own singer-songwriter.”

“Absolutely,” you said, beaming.

“Every lyric, every melody, each and every single words, it’s all for him. He’s… well, he’s pretty inspiring.”

That night, you and Luke went out to celebrate, choosing a quiet, cozy restaurent where you could relax away from the public eye. As you settled into your seats at the restaurant, you both shared a laugh at the sheer amount of attention the interview had gotten.

Luke reached across the table to hold your hand, his eyes soft looking at you.

“You really didn’t have to do all that… but I’m so glad you did.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “I wanted everyone to know how amazing you are. You inspire me every day.”

He chuckled, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “Well, now the whole world knows.” His voice softened. “Thank you. For every song, every word. I’m… the luckiest guy in the world.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening lost in each other’s company, reminiscing over memories, and sharing dreams for the future, about his hockey career. By the time you left the restaurant, the street lights was already on, and as you walked hand in hand, you could felt the love and gratitude around you. You had poured your heart into an album, shared your love with the world, and celebrated a relationship that meant everything to you.

[cheftsunoda]

heal your heart—cl16

part five (last part)

smau + real life

carlos sainz x !sister singer reader

charles leclerc x sainz reader

catalina sainz has it all— she is a successful grammy award winning artist, her brother is a well known formula 1 driver, she has an amazing family and wonderful friends. she was also blessed with a fiance and a beautiful baby boy.. she had everything.. until she didn't. her fiance disappears and takes her son with him. catalina watches as her world crumbles...who will be there to help pick up the pieces?

fc : kali uchis

⚠️ATTENTION : TRIGGER WARNING! mentions of depression, abuse, kidnapping. ⚠️

THIS PART 5 MAKE SURE YOU READ PART 4 PRIOR😇😇

part one here

part two here

part four here

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catluvsyou

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catluvsyou : this is the only revengeful song you all will get from me as the new album is all about love and healing my soul. butttttt enjoy 'te mata'- MV and song out now<3

carlossainz55 : Tan increíblemente escrito. Nunca dejas de hacerme sentir orgulloso, princesa. (translation : so incredibly written. you never fail to make me proud, princess.)

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catluvsyou : no estaría aquí para contar la historia sin ti. (would not be here to tell the story/history without you)

username00 : oh my bilingual ass is crying.

usernameee : this song is absolutely incredible and so beautifully written, cat.

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username05 : THESE LYRICS- SHE GOT HIS ASS.

username07 : my mom said the MV made her feel like she was watching a telenovela LMAO

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catluvsyou : LMAO love her- that's what i was going for:)

lando : you are seriously the most badass person ive ever met.

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lewishamilton : Love to see you healing. Wish you all the best, Lina.

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charles_leclerc : you have never failed to impress me with your strength. i love you mon ange

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catluvsyou : eres mi mundo entero<3

kikagomes : that's my girlllll

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f1gossipgirls : One year later- Catalina Sainz has released a revengeful Spanish ballad called 'Te Mata'. She took to her instagram this morning to explain that her new album will be coming soon but it is full of love and healing and this will be the only revengeful song fans will receive. Check out these lyrics that we translated to English.

'Me, the devil in your story The one who knew that to fly I would have to find my own wings Me, I kept that pain hidden in my soul The one that took your mistreatment like it was nothing And I allowed your actions, they hurt me like bullets The one who cried herself to sleep and woke up to continue the nightmare

Well it is what it is, that's not me anymore If that makes me evil, thеn the devil is what I am You will nevеr be able to cut my wings And that's what kills you Well it is what it is, that's not me anymore I'm finally happy, my days are no longer gray I finally realized I deserve so much more And that kills you'

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username00 : “If that makes me evil, then the devil is what I am”???? I am shaking. Catalina said no more nice girl. She snapped.

username7 : "cried herself to sleep and woke up to continue the nightmare” — oh NOT okay actually.

username8 : the fact she said the rest of the album is about healing and love? she needed to get this one out to close the chapter and now she’s MOVING ON. The growth?? Iconic.

username5 : “You will never be able to cut my wings… and that’s what kills you” — I just called my therapist.

username15 : Between this song and her vulnerability this year, Catalina is giving a voice to so many who didn’t know how to speak. She’s a force.

username000 : She called herself the devil because he made her feel like one. And now she OWNS it? Art. Raw, blistering art.

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catalina's pov :

It’s strange, the way a year can pass in blinks and storms. There were days in the beginning when the pain felt too loud to bear. It sat in my chest like broken glass—sharp, constant, shifting when I tried to breathe. Even holding Mateo felt like a contradiction sometimes—so much love, so much fear wrapped into that tiny body. I would kiss the top of his head and silently apologize for the version of me he’d first known. The one still drowning. Still afraid. But here I am now. A year later. A little lighter. A little stronger. A little more myself. Therapy was hard. Uncomfortable. Exhausting. But also… liberating. I remember one session where I said, “I don’t know who I am without the fear.” And my therapist said, “Then we begin there.” And we did. Writing the album was like digging up bones and deciding what to bury again and what to honor. Te Mata was the one I had to get out—one last scream, one final purge. And then… it was gone. Not the memory. Not the pain. But the hold it had on me. The grip loosened.

The rest of the album is different. It’s soft and full of light and longing. It's the sound of breathing again. Of seeing Mateo laugh for the first time in weeks. Of dancing in the kitchen with Charles, his hands on my waist, humming something off-key in my ear. Of waking up without a knot in my throat. Charles. God, I never thought I’d be here—with someone who sees all the cracks and doesn't flinch. Who gives me space when I need to fall apart and reminds me that I’m not broken when I do. He loves me without needing me to be perfect, without trying to fix me. That’s new. That’s… everything.

Carlos, too—his quiet presence, his fierce protection, the way he stepped in when I couldn't stand. Lando, Pierre, Arthur, all the unexpected ways people showed up. That’s the thing about trauma...it teaches you who’s really in your corner. I still have bad days. Flashbacks, shame spirals, fear. But I’m no longer ashamed of that. Lewis always tells me- healing isn’t linear. And I’m allowed to hold joy and grief at the same time.I don’t want to forget what happened. I just want to remember that I survived it. And I did. We did. Me and Mateo and Charles and this quiet, steady life we’re building. I’m no longer begging to be seen—I see myself. And I’m not afraid of the mirror anymore. That might be the biggest miracle of all.

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The fire had long since settled into a soft glow in the hearth, casting golden light across the living room. Mateo was asleep upstairs—finally—and I sat curled on the couch in one of Charles’ hoodies, my knees tucked to my chest, a mug of tea warming my hands. Charles sat beside me, one arm draped along the back of the couch, fingers occasionally brushing through my hair like he couldn’t help it. Carlos was in the armchair across from us, nursing a beer and half-watching the flames, the kind of peaceful silence between us that only comes after walking through hell together. I’d been turning it over in my head for weeks. Writing lyrics hadn’t been enough. The album said part of it, sang some of the rage, the healing, the heartbreak—but not all of it. And something in me kept whispering: there’s more. You survived. Now say something that might help someone else survive too. I drew in a breath.

“I’m writing a book,” I said quietly.

Carlos looked up first. Charles froze slightly beside me.

“I mean… I’ve started writing. It’s messy, it’s all over the place, but—I need to do this. Not for press or pity or headlines. For me. And maybe for someone else, some girl out there who feels trapped and scared and small. I want her to hear my story in my voice. Not the tabloids. Not the court. Mine.”

Charles was the first to move. He reached for my hand, pulling it into his lap, his thumb stroking the top of it gently.

“I think that’s brave,” he said softly. “And beautiful. And exactly what the world needs.”

Carlos leaned forward, elbows on his knees. His eyes were steady, but there was something glassy in them. “You don’t owe anyone anything, Lina. But if this helps you heal and helps someone else...then I’m proud of you. Just say the word and I’ll make sure you have whatever you need. Legal protections, editors, publishers, whatever.”

“I don’t want it to be sensational,” I said, swallowing a knot in my throat. “I want it to be real. The silence is what kept me in it for so long. And I’m done being silent.”

Charles kissed the back of my hand. “Then you write it, mon cœur. Page by page. Word by word. And we’ll be here every step.”

I nodded, a lump rising in my throat. My chest was tight, but it wasn’t fear. It was power. Raw and unfamiliar, but mine. For once, I was the one holding the pen.

Carlos stood and walked over, bending down to press a kiss to the top of my head. “Tell your story, hermana. You earned that right a thousand times over.”

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catluvsyou : so happy to announce that my new album 'mi renacimiento' (my rebirth/reincarnation) will be released this friday. it is the embodiment of my healing and the love that i found along the way. this is for charles and our baby- mateo. love you both more than anything in this world.

alongside this album, i will be releasing my memoir with you all. this is a step in my healing process and for any men or women that are in the position i used to be- for you to know you are not alone, you can find a way out, you will heal and finding love- true love- is very much possible. embrace my story, learn from it, cry to it, take what you want from it. i love you all. - cat

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username00 : as someone who also got out of something I thought I never would… thank you. thank you. thank you.

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catluvsyou : i love you with every part of my heart and i wish you all the healing and peace in the world. stay strong angel

username10 : charles and mateo being her muses 🥺 she really built a whole life from the ashes. we stan strength and softness side by side

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catluvsyou : they really are my whole life. thank you for the kind words mama

username7 : you look SO good mama. you got your shine back.

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username15 : 'mi renacimiento’... what a perfect name. you’ve turned your pain into purpose, and we are all better for it. can’t wait to hear your story in your own words.

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catluvsyou : dm me your addy!! i'll have my team send a copy of the vinyl and the book- signed:)

username000 : omg she is an actual angel

charles_leclerc : Your strength leaves me speechless. So proud of you, mon amour. Mateo and I love you endlessly.

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carlossainz55 : Siempre orgulloso de ti, hermana. You are the bravest woman I know. I’ll buy 100 copies.

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iamrebeccad : my beautiful sister- how proud i am. all the love in the world to you and your little fam.

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lando : Cat, you’re unreal. The world’s not ready but we are so lucky you’re sharing this. Also if there are sounds of me crying in the background do i get royalties?

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lewishamilton : This is the kind of storytelling the world needs. Art as resistance, love as healing. Proud of you, always.

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kikagomes : pierre and i are so proud and we love you so much pretty girl

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georgerussell63 : You’ve turned pain into poetry, Catalina. Huge respect and admiration.

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fernandoalo_oficial : Siempre tuviste un corazón de luchador. Ahora el mundo también lo podrá ver.

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The warm breeze kissed my bare shoulders as I stood at the edge of the rooftop garden, the scent of jasmine and citrus drifting through the air. Barcelona shimmered behind me like a dream. The lights strung across the trellises glowed golden, casting halos over everyone I loved. My heart beat slow and steady—something I never thought I’d feel again. Peace. Not the absence of noise or chaos, but the presence of something full. Something alive. I looked down at Mateo in my arms—his curls damp from the heat, cheeks flushed, a gummy grin threatening to peek out in his sleep. Charles leaned in, brushing a kiss against my temple, one arm wrapped protectively around both of us.

“You ready, mon amour?” he whispered.

I nodded. My throat tightened as I stepped toward the small stage. Every eye in the room turned to me, but I didn’t feel fear. Just truth. I clutched the mic, and I let it out.

“Good evening,” I began, voice catching just once. “This album... this book... they're more than art. They're what saved me. They're what brought me back to myself.”

A soft cheer rose, but I barely heard it. I only heard my heartbeat—and Charles whispering from the crowd, “You’ve got this, Cat.”

“I made these for every girl who’s felt trapped,” I continued. “For anyone who’s had to relearn how to love themselves after being broken down. And for the little boy who reminded me what it means to live. Mateo... this is for you.”

Applause echoed like waves. I held back tears and reached for Charles’ hand as I stepped down. My fingers trembled, but his were steady.

Later, I watched Charles slow-dancing with Mateo in his arms, both of them swaying under the twinkle lights to a soft instrumental. Mateo had melted into him completely, cheek smushed against his papa’s chest. The lump in my throat returned. I’d dreamed of moments like this in the darkest parts of my past—when the idea of peace felt like a fairy tale I wasn’t allowed to have. Carlos found me near the edge of the garden and pulled me into a hug so tight I almost cried again.

“You did it, hermanita,” he murmured. “You turned pain into something powerful.”

“I’m here because of you,” I whispered, burying my face in his shoulder.

“No, you’re here because you never stopped fighting.”

Lando interrupted us, naturally, with two tequila shots and a cheeky grin.

“Tradition,” he said smugly.

“What tradition?”

“The one we’re making up right now.”

We clinked glasses. I gagged. He laughed so hard he almost dropped his glass.

“I regret everything,” I coughed.

“Regret nothing,” he countered.

The rooftop had turned into a patchwork of the people I loved. George was chasing Mateo through the lounge chairs, laughing like a child himself. Lewis nodded toward me across the terrace with a proud smile. Yuki was crying into cake. Pierre toasted me three times with champagne and winked every time. I passed the “Letters of Love” box, my chest tightening again. So many had left notes—some simple, some aching. I’d read them all later with Charles, probably while Mateo snored softly on our couch at home.

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As the night wound down, I stood at the edge of the rooftop again. Mateo was asleep against my chest now, his tiny breath warming the crook of my neck. Charles came to stand beside me, his hand brushing mine.

“Do you think it’s possible,” I asked, voice barely above a whisper, “to be this happy and still feel the pain?”

He looked at me, really looked.

“Yes,” he said. “Because now the pain isn’t the whole story. It’s just a chapter.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder. And as the city sparkled beneath us, and my son slept in my arms, I finally believed it. This was my rebirth.

This was mi renacimiento.

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excerpts from catalina's book

chapter 1

“It didn’t start with bruises. It started with silence. With the way he’d glare at me when I laughed too loud or wore a dress he didn’t approve of. The way he’d say ‘you’re lucky I’m still here.’ And I believed it. I believed him when he said no one else would love me—because when you’re told something every day, it becomes louder than your own voice.”

“Some nights, I slept on the floor next to Mateo’s crib—not because I was scared of monsters under the bed, but because the real one slept next to me.”

chapter 2

“The morning he took Mateo was the last time I felt air in my lungs. One minute, I was fixing breakfast. The next, silence. His crib was empty. The bottle I’d just warmed sat untouched. My screams cracked the walls of the house, but no one came. I dropped to my knees and prayed for the first time in years—not to God, but to anyone listening.”

chapter 3

"Carlos has always been many things to the world—a fierce competitor, a strategic mind, a sportsman. But to me, he has only ever been one thing: home."

“He was the first person to hold me when I cried after Mateo was taken. He didn't offer empty promises. He offered action. He didn't just ask how he could help—he made things happen.”

“Carlos is the kind of man who will burn the world down to keep the people he loves safe. And when I couldn't speak, when I was too scared or too ashamed to say what had been done to me—he looked me in the eyes and said, ‘You don’t have to tell me. Just point me in the right direction.’”

“I don't know the full extent of what Carlos did for me. He doesn’t talk about it. I don’t ask. But I know what it means to have someone love you so fiercely, so unconditionally, that they would walk through fire for you. I know what it means to be seen—not as a burden, not as a victim, but as someone worth fighting for.”

“He kissed my forehead before sending me to safety, and whispered, ‘Let me protect you this time.’ And I did. Because if I am still here—if I survived—it’s partly because of him.”

“I hope every girl has a Carlos. And if not, I hope my story reminds you that there are people in this world who will fight for you, no matter how long you’ve been at war with yourself.”

chapter 4

“I met Charles when I was still made of pieces.”

“There’s something terrifying about being seen when you’re shattered—when your hands still shake and your smile is stitched together with survival. But Charles saw all of it. And he didn’t flinch. He sat beside the brokenness and held space for it, without ever trying to rush me back to wholeness.”

“He once told me, ‘You don’t need to be okay for me to love you. Just be real with me.’ That was the moment I knew—this was something different. Something healing.”

“He was there for every silence I didn’t know how to explain. Every panic attack, every quiet tear shed on the balcony at 3 a.m. And he was there for the joy too—the first time Mateo giggled again in my arms, the first time I laughed so hard I forgot why I stopped.”

“Charles didn’t save me. He never tried to. He reminded me I could save myself. He walked beside me, never ahead, never behind. Just beside me. And when I was ready to fall in love again—not out of need, but out of peace—he was already there, holding my hand.”

“Charles Leclerc is not the reason I survived. But he is the reason I now know what thriving looks like. And love—real love—does not fix you. It finds you exactly where you are, and gently, patiently, helps you remember who you were before the pain.”

“Thank you, Charles. For choosing me, even when I was afraid to choose myself.”

chapter 5

“No one ever talks about how quiet it is when you realize you’ve been taken. It’s not screaming or chaos—not at first. It’s a silence that wraps around your throat like a noose. You blink, and you know. You’re not going home.”

“The room was cold, not just in temperature but in feeling. Every wall looked like it was built to keep people in, not out. The first thing I did was check the windows. Barred. Locked. Thick. I remember laughing—just once, out loud—because I think my mind needed to hear sound to confirm I still existed.”

“I was already bruised from the struggle. My shoulder was dislocated. My lip split. But the physical pain barely registered. What haunted me most in those first hours was one truth: Mateo didn’t know where I was. And I didn’t know if I’d ever hold him again.”

“He (my ex) didn’t come right away. It was almost theatrical, the way he made me wait. I heard his voice before I saw him—laughing, giving orders, talking like I wasn’t even real. Like I was an object in a box, something he had retrieved, claimed.”

“When he entered, he crouched in front of me like a man greeting a pet. His first words were: ‘No one’s coming for you. Even Carlos can’t fix this one.’ I spit at his feet.”

“He hit me after that. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time I didn’t cry. That terrified him.”

“Time became strange. Days didn’t feel like days. They felt like endless loops of fear and nausea and whispered prayers. I stopped eating. I stopped trying to scream. I started talking to Mateo in my mind. Every hour, I’d say something to him. I pictured his curls. His laugh. I promised I’d come back, even when I didn’t believe it.”

“There was one moment I thought I was going to die. He had the knife to my throat, and I remember thinking—'Let it be fast. Please don’t let it be slow.' But something inside me flared. Something stubborn. A voice that said: Not like this. Not now.”

“And then I heard them. The voices. Carlos yelling. Lando cursing. Charles—God, I heard Charles scream my name like it had been ripped out of his soul.”

“They pulled him off me. My body was wrecked, but my soul felt stitched for the first time in days. And when Charles wrapped his arms around me, whispering 'I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,' I believed him.”

“That day didn’t end when I escaped. It echoes in dreams. In loud sounds. In certain shadows. But I survived. And survival, I’ve learned, is not just escaping the room—it’s facing the darkness it tried to leave inside of you.”

chapter 6 - (about mateo)

“When I held him again, it felt like I was holding the sun. Like the warmth that had been ripped from me came rushing back. He had new curls, new habits—but he still tucked his thumb under his chin when he slept. He still smelled like baby shampoo and a piece of my soul I’d thought was gone forever.”

“Mateo looked up at me, blinked once, then reached for my hair like he used to. That was the moment I knew—he remembered me. Even if the world tried to erase me, my son never would.”

“The day Charles adopted Mateo was quiet. No big fanfare. Just a courthouse, a signature, and a whispered ‘thank you’ from me that carried a million meanings. Mateo didn’t understand the paperwork, but he knew love. He knew Charles. That was all that mattered.”

“I watched them from the kitchen later—Charles crouched beside Mateo, helping him build something out of blocks. Mateo said, ‘Papa, look!’ and Charles beamed. My heart cracked open in the most beautiful way. We weren’t a perfect family. But we were ours.”

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f1gossipgirls: We finally got our hands on Catalina Sainz’s long-awaited memoir and we haven’t been able to put it down. Raw, courageous, and beautifully written, the book chronicles her heartbreaking journey through emotional, physical, and psychological abuse, the harrowing kidnapping of her son Mateo, and even her own abduction. In powerful, intimate prose, Catalina holds nothing back — detailing the darkest moments of her life and the strength it took to reclaim her story. She also dedicates deeply emotional chapters to Charles, Carlos, and her baby Mateo — and in one of the book’s most moving reveals: Charles has officially adopted Mateo. Yes, that means we can officially say… Dad Leclerc!

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username00 : catalina surviving everything she did and still having the heart to love again?? to let herself be loved??? she is unreal. this book is going to save lives.

username10 : charles adopting mateo was NOT what i was emotionally prepared for at 1am. these three are the most precious little family.

username15 : this book needs to be required reading. especially for anyone who’s ever felt trapped or silenced. and i’d die for mateo.

username17 : no because the way she wrote about the abuse—so honest, so vivid—it felt like she was holding your hand through it all. i’ll never forget this book.

username5 : the way she spared NO ONE. not him. not the system. not herself. the honesty was brutal. and beautiful.

username22 : the chapter about carlos though?? literal tears. he never left her side. true big brother energy.

username30 : idk who i was before this book but i’m different now. i’m stronger. thank you catalina for telling the truth, even when it shook the earth.

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The morning was still young, the sea outside my parents’ house bathed in that pale, golden light that only existed for a few quiet minutes after sunrise. I hadn’t meant to wake up this early — but something in my chest told me to check the terrace. And there he was. Carlos. Sitting alone on the stone bench, my book cradled gently in his hands like it was something sacred. He hadn’t heard me come down the stairs, hadn’t noticed me leaning against the doorframe. He was too lost in the words.

My words.

He’d flipped to his chapter — I knew the exact moment he reached it, because I saw his body go completely still. Like something inside him locked into place. I knew the weight those pages carried. They weren’t light. I hadn’t written them to be. I wrote that chapter with trembling hands and a lump in my throat. Because Carlos had been the one constant in the most unstable chapter of my life. My lighthouse. My shield. He read slowly, lips barely moving as he took in the lines. And then he froze again — the exact paragraph I suspected. I could see the corner of his mouth tremble, his hand lifting to subtly swipe at his cheek. My heart cracked open. I stepped out quietly. The stone beneath my bare feet was still cold, but I didn't care. I walked toward him, coffee in hand, and sat beside him without saying anything. Not until I knew he was ready. He didn’t look at me at first. Just stared out at the sea like it held the answer to something ancient.

“You read it,” I said softly.

He gave a single nod, his throat bobbing with the effort to swallow the words forming there.

“I meant every single word.”

His voice came out hoarse. “You didn’t have to go that hard.”

I laughed, just barely. “I kind of did.”

He finally looked at me, eyes a little red, but his expression was filled with that familiar, steady Carlos warmth. “You didn’t need saving. But I’d do it all again. Twice.”

I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “You didn’t just save me. You reminded me who I was before everything got dark. You never let me forget that girl.”

He exhaled, long and slow. “You didn’t forget her, Lina. You just buried her for a while. You found her again all on your own.”

I bit my lip and closed my eyes. “Still… you’re in there, in all of it. Every healed piece of me has your fingerprints.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Then I did my job.”

I smiled into his shoulder. “You did more than that. You stayed.”

We sat like that for a long time, just the two of us, wrapped in soft silence and sunlight. And in that moment, I didn’t need to say another word — because he already knew.

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It was the kind of morning that felt too perfect to be real — golden light pouring in through the linen curtains, the sound of the ocean just beyond the terrace, and the gentle weight of Mateo’s giggles echoing from inside the house where he played with Pascale. Charles had insisted we take the weekend at a quiet little coastal villa near Nice. Just us. Just peace. I was barefoot in a flowy white dress, sipping espresso and sketching the view, hair tied up in the messiest of buns — a detail Charles had always claimed was his favorite version of me. He came out onto the terrace silently, barefoot too, wearing linen pants and a soft navy sweater, holding something behind his back. I didn’t think anything of it at first — just my beautiful, quietly romantic Charles bringing me a flower or maybe another pastry. But he looked nervous. Not Charles-on-the-grid nervous. This was the kind of nervous where his hands trembled, where his eyes kept darting to mine and then away again, like they were too full.

“Everything okay?” I asked softly, setting my sketchpad down.

He nodded, then knelt in front of me. My breath caught.

“Charles—”

“I was going to wait until tonight,” he said, voice low and thick with emotion. “But I woke up this morning and watched you sleeping beside our son, and I couldn’t. I didn’t want to wait one more hour.”

My heart thudded so hard I thought it might bruise my ribs.

“I know we’ve walked through hell to get here,” he continued. “I know what it took to find peace again. But Catalina… every day with you feels like a heaven on earth. And I don’t want to just keep building a life with you — I want to promise it to you. Officially. Forever.”

He reached behind his back and pulled out a small, velvet box. Opened it. A delicate ring shimmered inside, with a tiny engraving on the inside band- pour toujours.

“For always,” he whispered.

My eyes were already wet. My body froze in a mix of disbelief and overwhelming warmth. I saw the reflection of my tears in his.

“Will you marry me, Cat?”

I didn’t answer right away. I reached out and cupped his face in my hands, thumbs brushing away the wetness beneath his eyes. This was the man who had found me at my lowest. Who’d held my shattered pieces without flinching. Who loved my son like his own, and showed me a love I hadn’t believed could be real.

“Yes,” I breathed. “A million times, yes.”

He stood quickly, pulling me up into him, the ring clutched in his hand, forgotten for a moment as his mouth found mine — soft, trembling, urgent.

When we finally broke apart, I whispered against his lips, “Oui, mon amour.”

Charles slipped the ring on my finger, his hands shaking too much to manage it at first, and we laughed through our tears. Inside, we could hear Mateo clapping at something Pascale was doing, his baby laugh filling the house. I leaned into Charles, forehead against his chest.

“We found our way back,” I murmured.

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “And now we write the rest. Together.”

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charles_leclerc : She said yes. From the moment I met you, I knew peace had a face — and it was yours. You’ve shown me a love deeper than I thought possible, a strength I am constantly in awe of, and a little boy I now get to call my son. Thank you for saying yes to forever. To the love of my life, my best friend, and soon… my wife. Je t’aime, toujours.

lando : oh good now im crying again but congrats guys!!

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catlovesyou : again??

lando : ...i may or may not have read my chapter in your book again

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username00 : sobbing in the shower rn. happy for them. but sobbing.

username10 : the “je t’aime, toujours”?? SIR GET OFF MY NECK

username20 : i am so thrilled to see cat finally get her happy ending go OFF MRS. LECLERC

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carlossainz55 : sainz-leclerc **

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carlossainz55 : About damn time. Bienvenido oficialmente a la familia, hermano!

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lewishamilton : Beautiful news. Wishing you both all the love and peace you deserve.

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georgerussell63: Congratulations you two! Can’t wait to celebrate properly.

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danielricciardo: if charles doesn’t cry at the altar I want my gift back

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arthur_leclerc : i gained the most badass sister and the cutest nephew. couldn’t be happier. proud of you, big bro:))

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leclerc_pascale : My heart is so warm. Love my new daughter and my beautiful grandson so much.

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kikagomes: I’M CRYING!!! Can’t wait to start dress shopping with you 💞💞💞

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carmenmmundt: You two are literally soulmates. So, so happy for you 💐✨

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Choi Subong “Thanos” - No regrets.

Warning : canon typical violence, death, blood, drug use.

Genre : angst

Synopsis : Thanos, your friend of a few years, finds you after the green light red light and asks you to team up with him. Nothing bad can happen, right ?

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // 500 million won = 342 000$ // "No winner" was an exception so idk what this one is…

You have known Thanos for a few years now and you quickly became vital for each other, like attached to the hip and somehow along the way, feelings began to bloom, though neither of you ever acted on them.

Not that he’s shy, far from it, he even would’ve asked you out the second he realized his love for you. But then he remembered how badly the Korean people could react to a public figure coming out as queer, making it harder for him to reach his goal to become a popular rapper in Korea, no, the whole world.

So he waited, and waited, hoping to move on. But you were constantly with him, maybe he should’ve stopped inviting you at the rap contest he was participating in or his few concerts, cheering for him with his fans.

Moving on was hard, if not impossible.

Then, during the finals of the show he was participating in, he forgot the lyrics to his rap and lost. And it kept going downhill, to the point of losing everything on crypto money and being indebted of 500 million won more to the already big debt he had. Not seeing an end to it, the relentlessness of life with his feelings, dreams, and means, Thanos walked to a bridge, considering jumping before a man approached him to play a game of ddakji.

And so he found himself in a strange place with hundreds of people and armed guards with masks.

He thought he’d just have to play the games and win and waltz out of here debts free, but the stakes were higher than what he had thought after seeing the pretty player 196 die from a headshot after moving during the green light red light game.

Starting to panic, he popped a colored pill from his cross and swallowed it, waiting for its quick effects. He didn’t have to wait much and within a minute he was running dancing with a big smile on his face, even pushing to death three people before him.

It’s after the 5 minute timer that he saw you, catching your breath with wide eyes as you looked around in shock. What the fuck just happened ? You had some blood on your face and clothes, yet, Thanos still found you good looking, the blood not disturbing him.

He approached you, pushing anyone on his way and without waiting for you to notice him, he began to talk.

“What are you doing here ? You have debts ?” He said, tapping your shoulder.

Your eyes widened again at the sound of his voice as you looked at him, blinking surprised.

“Huh ? T ?” You said as he posed at the sound of his nickname. You had seen him on the screen earlier, but you didn’t expect to actually find him here.

“Das me, yea.” He posed one last time before continuing speaking. “How much ?”

“Huh ?”

“Your debts.”

“Why would I tell you ? You didn’t tell me how you lost all your shit.”

“Crypto money.” He replied without missing a beat.

You blinked at him, surprised, and pointed at him.

“You… too ?”

“MG Coin got you too ?” He looked at you with an equally surprised face.

“What ? No. Who ? I’m just shit at understanding how it works.” You robbed your forehead, remembering with irritation all your actions that led you here.

“Yeah and you’re fucking stubborn, I can see you trying and trying even after losing multiple times.”

“I don’t want any comments from you, didn’t you do the same ?”

“Nope ! Went all-in. In one go !” He said, moving his hands around as if to look cool.

You sighed before letting out a small laugh.

“This isn’t a contest but I feel like you’re winning and not in a good way.”

He smirked clearly not caring about your last words, he had won, that’s what mattered.

“Wanna play together, my bro ? I already have a small group, I can squeeze you in.” He asked, crossing his arms before raising one hand in the air, ready to dap you.

“Sure, what’s the worst that could happen ?” You replied, dapping him.

Since then, you stayed with Thanos and the group he made himself. A fan, a new friend that he kept butchering the name of, a shy guy and a cool girl.

The games weren’t easy even if it made you remember your childhood, but even with death flying around all of you, Thanos and soon Namgyu made things less intense.

The third game was over and you had survived once more. Then as planned the vote of the day came but ended in a tie to which the square guard told everyone another vote was coming but to take a break before it would start.

A lot of people from both sides went to the bathroom while you stayed on one of the beds of your now reduced group. The cool girl and shy guy had voted X, no longer wanting to play the games, and the fan, Gyeongsu, was dead, so only you, Thanos and Namgyu remained. But after 5 long minutes you started to wonder what was taking them so long to just take a shit. So you stood up and asked to be let out to go to the bathroom, a guard accompanying you.

As you finally approached the door, Minsu rushed out, running past you. Then you heard commotion and as you opened the door…

Chaos.

Everyone was at each other’s throat, punching, kicking and hitting one another.

You saw Thanos on player 333 as they strangled each other while he cursed in both Korean and English. Quickly you went to grab him, wanting to get out of here as fast as possible, but Thanos swiftly pushed you away, making you land on your ass.

As you moved and tried to stay out of the way of everyone you noticed player 333 pulling a silver thing out of his pocket and planting it in Thanos’ throat. You yelled, trying to get closer but before you could grab him, player 333 had stabbed him a second time before pushing him away and hiding inside the toilet stall, locking it.

“Fuck !”

You grabbed Thanos, cursing to yourself, and hid in the second toilet. His hand was shaking against his throat, holding the fork, blood spilling between his fingers. You moved his hand, placing yours instead, trying to stop the wounds from bleeding.

You had tears in your eyes as you began to panic, his were wide as he tried to breathe and cough out the blood, choking on it.

“Fuck dude !” You cried out, you could feel his heartbeat on the palm of your hand. “Why did you do this when I’m not here !”

You pulled him closer, shaking, his head resting on your chest as he continued to choke, his heartbeat slowing down dangerously.

“You fucking dumbass.” You didn’t know what to do, your favorite person was dying and you couldn’t do anything to help him.

He looked at you with horror as he realized what was going to inevitably happen, one hand grabbing your arm while the other went to your cheek, trembling, weakly caressing it, smudging blood on your skin.

“I” He managed to get out, coughing up blood on himself and your clothes, struggling, looking at you, scared. It was now or never, he thought. “I lo- …yo-” He tried to articulate, though panic, blood and pain were making it difficult.

You let out a frustrated yell before planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Fuck you, Subong ! Tell me when you survive this ! You can survive this, right, it’s just a fork ! Don’t fucking die, man !” As you cried, your tears fell on his face as slowly his eyes lost their light.

His heart had stopped beating, his hands falling to his sides. Thanos was no longer shaking and struggling against you but blood was still pooling by your hand and clothes.

You closed your eyes, his dead ones looking right at you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your body kept shaking as you held him tightly against you, too scared to get out, waiting for the fight to stop, for everything to end.

When it finally died out, you heard a knock, making you jump.

“Who’s that ?” You asked, your voice hoarse, quiet, it was evident you were still crying.

“Me. Namgyu. Is he… ?”

You unlocked the door, wiping your tears quickly, putting Thanos’ blood on your face inadvertently.

“Shit !” Namgyu kneeled, hands moving against Thanos’ shoulders. “That fucking MG Coin…”

And then, he pulled the fork out of his throat, from between your fingers, more blood gushing out. It almost made you puke in your mouth.

“For revenge.” He said with a weak smile, carefully hidding the bloody fork in his clothes. “Do you think… I can take this too ?” He pointed to the big cross Thanos had around his neck. “It’s just- You know…”

He gave you another small smile before unlocking the necklace and taking it before you could say anything. You didn’t have a good reason to stop him anyway.

“Once it’s empty, give it to me, okay ?” You finally said and he nodded slowly.

Then the bathroom door creaked open, the guards were there. Big guns and human sized black boxes to take in the casualties.

“Come on, let’s go.” Namgyu said quietly, pulling you by your elbow.

You didn’t want to leave, not ready to abandon Thanos’ body. But you had to, so you closed his eyes before slowly getting up as you laid him on the stained ground. Namgyu held you close, helping you walk away, the others followed you quietly, escorted by the armed guards.

When you entered the lobby, defeated and mentally annihilated, Namgyu immediately alerted the others of what had happened while you slowly realized you were drenched in Thanos’ blood, with no possibility to shower or change clothes. You felt sick, and while people approached as the two groups began to argue once more, you sat on Thanos’ bed, eyes empty.

Now, you really wanted out.

[hrtwayne]

You Know How to Ball, I Know Aristotle || Alexia Putellas

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x Singer!Reader

Summary: Where a music star travels to the other side of the world to watch her girlfriend win a final.

Note: English is not my first language!

Warning: None!

Women's Football Masterlist | Masterlist

It was no later than two in the afternoon when Y/n landed at the airport in the city of Léganes, Spain. The singer was accompanied by her younger sister and a few bodyguards as a precaution. It would be the first time in months that Y/n would appear in public after a sort of "hiatus."

On the other hand, it was quite a novelty for Barcelona fans that Alexia was so publicly involved with someone, to the point where her girlfriend attended almost all of her games, carrying a portion of fans who ended up sympathizing with the Spanish player. Y/n was a charismatic and kind figure to everyone, and this was an important factor in the Catalan fans' fondness for the English singer.

With determined steps and a confident posture that immediately caught attention, Y/n wore a Barcelona jacket and black pants paired with a pair of Nike sneakers on her feet. For Y/n, this moment was pure chaos—having to navigate relatively heavy traffic and the relentless paparazzi who didn’t know the right time to bother her. This moment wasn’t about her; it was about a certain blonde-haired player.

Y/n settled into the lower ring of the stadium, her eyes fixed on the figure below. Alexia had a focused gaze and a serious expression, as always happened when the player took the field.

"Seems like people were waiting for you," Olivia remarked, noticing some fans staring at Y/n and others recording her on their phones.

"I feel like I’m about to perform at the Super Bowl," Y/n joked, hearing the girl’s soft laugh.

A little over two hours later, the game was about to end with yet another rout in the history of matches against Real Madrid. Y/n had a proud smile on her lips as she sang along with the crowd. It wasn’t hard to notice her excitement, especially during decisive games.

Y/n had become something of a good luck charm for Barcelona fans. It was as if they knew Alexia would play three times better to impress her girlfriend, or perhaps she just needed a little nudge from the English singer.

While Alexia’s teammates ran to hug her, she quickly broke free when she noticed Y/n in the middle of the crowd, so close to the field. A wide smile spread across her lips, and without thinking twice, she jumped over the advertising board and ran into her girlfriend’s arms. Y/n couldn’t hold back her smile, swearing she could hear her heart racing with every second.

"I did it, mi amor," Alexia whispered, hugging the singer’s body, feeling the comforting warmth of her touch.

"You did it, darling," Y/n replied, holding the blonde’s chin, her eyes reflecting love and admiration. She leaned in and placed a tender kiss on the player’s lips, not caring about the cameras pointed in their direction.

Alexia closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the touch.

"Thank you for coming," she said, resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

"It’s the least I could do after you went to California to watch my shows," Y/n replied sweetly. "Now go get your medal. I’ll wait for you in the locker room hallway, okay?"

Alexia nodded, reluctant to pull away but knowing there was still one more step to complete. She planted a quick kiss on Y/n’s lips before heading back to the field, while Y/n smiled, watching her walk away.

At that moment, Olivia couldn’t resist and let out a soft laugh, clearly amused by the sight of her sister completely smitten.

"Don’t you dare say a word, Liv," Y/n muttered quietly, still with a mischievous smile on her lips, unable to contain her happiness

.A little over thirty minutes later, Y/n stood beside Alexia on the field. Both knew this was the pinnacle of their professional careers—Y/n shining on stage with profound lyrics, and Alexia on the field lifting trophies.

[tgirl-autumn]

im not beating the basic literary bitch allegations. none of the songs I like (afaik) have like super layered metaphors or complex understandings. in fact they're all super cliched I just. I'm just here to be like "woah... this bassline fucks... and he literally just said something that's kind of trans coded"

me listening to a song that changed my life: "pretty good. pretty good. yeah it's pretty good I guess it could've been better"

c4 thats primed to go off if I ever get too honest about liking something: 'good job. now make sure you talk about how much this song sucks'

[bowsnstrings]

🎀Love At First Sight🎀

Warning! Contains: Drinking, Alcohol, Swearing, and Original Character

Overnight fame was one hell of a thing. One year ago, Ony was selling his beats to low budget rappers, charging forty an hour for a session, and working a second job just so he could make rent for his studio. Hustling between construction and music to make his dream happen, and he just had to make it happen. He’d been in love with music since his mom got him a toy microphone as a toddler, walking around in diapers rhyming in the kitchen for her any chance he got.

It wasn’t until last year, that his song he released blew up quite literally over a single night, and he gained over 700 thousand monthly listeners. From there things only got better with the addition of money, chains, diamonds, private planes, bigger houses, and more music. Now he’s got millions of people who follow him and stream his songs all over the world, tons of people hounding him to collab, and girls trying to get at him wherever he goes.

He brought his friends up with him. Both Connie, an up and coming music agent, and Eren, a fellow rapper became famous with him. Eren’s music is being streamed all over for his ability to rap in English and Japanese with swag, and Connie now has a rolodex of clients with Ony and Eren at the top of that list.

Now suddenly, he’s sitting in his own after party after winning his first music award, the cold trophy sitting heavy in his hand as he watches everyone party around him. He felt like he was staring off into space again, the shock from winning still lingering on his mind, but he couldn’t help but feel grateful.

Nothing else could pique his attention when he was like this, especially since Ony usually sits by himself at these types of parties. His low taper fade with waves was fresh for the night, and his suit felt too tight before he got rid of the tie and unbuttoned it a bit at the top. He doesn’t even show off the gold grillz that sits on his teeth; instead, he keeps his mouth shut and limits his reactions to nods and shrugs.

Things like this bored him, industry parties where he had to play nice, acting like he even liked half the people in the room. However, if he wanted to sell his beats and keep making music, he had to act at least a little interested. This is what Connie, who’s now his manager, reminded him of as he spoke to him, telling Ony to, “Fix your fucking face, you’re scaring everyone away.” Then, he went to mingle with some artist's agent to get them on a song. Connie always knew Ony would blow up, always booking him in small night clubs and now arranging him for the big league gigs.

Ony only smacked his lips in response, wondering just who Connie was talking to before turning to look at Eren as he flirted with some girl at the party. That nigga was dead wrong, especially since Ony saw another chick leaving his apartment this morning. That didn’t stop him from trying to take this next girl to his place for the night, Eren always had to play up into his Playboy persona.

Ony shook his head as he turned to check out the bar, he might as well get drunk, everybody else at this party is. He stood up, adjusting his clothes as he made his way over, some people turning and interrupting his path to congratulate him, and girls asking when he’s free to produce one on one with them. Ony mostly ignored everyone though, tuning them out by trying to think of new song lyrics, his trophy still in hand as he looked for a place he could safely put it.

The blue strobe lights were distracting, making his head pound slightly as he made it to the bar. He leaned over, asking for a double shot of Don Julio 1942 as both Connie and Eren made their way to him. Eren pat him on the shoulder, smiling as he saw Ony finally get a drink, he’d been in his head this entire time, not saying much since he won. “Finally gonna party man? All of this is for you anyways.”

“Yeah man,” Connie chimed in, leaning back against the countertop, “Gotta stop moping around, you won. This is only the beginning.” They were right, but for some reason it just didn’t feel real yet, like he didn’t actually win anything. He felt a bit hollow inside, trying to fill it with alcohol at the moment. Ignoring the pounding in his head, he took the glass the bartender set in front of him and downed it quickly.

As he picked up his head to finally acknowledge his friends, someone caught his eye from the corner of the room, turning instead to look and see. Across the way sat a girl, all alone on one of the couches, looking around and tapping her nails against her thighs nervously. Ony perked up suddenly, lifting his head higher to see her better, staring over Connie’s head as he and Eren turned to see just what Ony was looking at.

They both looked confused when Ony was caught staring dead at a girl. That was really unlike him, he usually made a considerable amount of effort to dodge girls who were interested in him, not wanting someone who likes him because of the sudden status he found himself in, but clearly something about her was a bit different.

“Aye Con, who’s shawty over there?” Ony finally asked, dropping his attention back down to his friend.

“Oh, her? Her name’s Princess, she's one of Sasha’s artists.” He shrugged casually, he and Eren were trying but failing to contain their smirks as Ony silently mulled over everything. Princess, cute lil name, felt light on his tongue as he said it.

“Why? You feeling her or something?” Eren leaned in close to Ony, jabbing him in the ribs suggestively.

“Can’t be interested in a girl now?” Ony said, never taking his eyes off the way she slung her hair over her shoulder as she looked up and spoke to someone passing by, even from far away he could tell she was a shy lil’ thing. He smiled a little as he leaned back over the bar to ask for a entire bottle of Dom Perignon.

“What you need a bottle for?” Eren chuckled lightly, Connie masking his laughter with a cough as Ony gave them both death glares.

“I’m just gonna talk to her right quick.” He put simply, holding the ice cold bottle in one hand, and his award in the other, leaving his friends to make his way over to Princess.

She was busy in her own world, looking at herself in a small compact mirror, touching up her lip gloss. Princess looked stunning, wearing a white floor-length satin gown that she must’ve had on during the award ceremony. Beaded and shining under the lights, the white looked heavenly on her, and as he got closer he saw her nails matched the same white as well.

But as he trailed down… as he trailed down all he could think about was how gorgeous she looked. Dressed or not. Her breasts accentuated and pushed up in the gown, though on the smaller side looked so tempting. Her waist cinched in before rounding out around her stomach and hips. Her hands trying to cover up her midsection as the satin stretched around her thicker than average ass that he could see while she was sitting. Damn, anyone from across the room could see her ass.

Ony swiftly slid into the seat next to her, watching as she looked up at him, turning to see him sit. Their eyes locked momentarily, before she quickly turned away back to her mirror. He licked over his lips with a smile, leaning over to drop the bottle on the edge of the table with a thud. It caused her eyes to flicker over again, but stay longer this time, fully turning her attention to him.

He watched as Princess looked him over, taking in his suit, then trailing up his chest to where his heavy chain sat. Her eyes raised to his face last, raking over his goatee and confident smirk, to Ony’s dark brown eyes and the small scar in his left brow.

“Hey,” He nodded towards her, snapping her out of her gaze. She blushed and tried looking at the sea of people for a moment as he continued. “Want to have a drink with me?”

She scrunched her nose at his request, and he had to hold back the laugh that filled his belly. He couldn’t help it, she just looked so unexpectedly cute, and it made him wonder what other reactions he could pull from her. “A drink?” She asked, looking at the bottle of expensive champagne.

Their eyes met for a second time, Princess blinking wide eyed and shy while telling him, “I don’t drink.”

“You don’t?” Shocked at how sincerely she said it, like she couldn’t help but tell the truth. That threw him off a bit, he had to drop his well rehearsed flirting since his first tactic wasn’t an option anymore.

“No, I’m sorry.” She mumbled out, closing her compact and sliding it back into her clutch. “Congrats on your win though.” She was obviously about to get up and leave, meaning Ony had to act fast to get her to stay.

“You a fan of my music?” He slid a bit closer, nothing drastic, but enough that would catch her attention, genuinely wondering if she even knew that this party was for him, or if it was just another industry thing to come and be social at random penthouses.

“I’ve heard one song, New Money, but that’s it. Sasha and Mikasa invited me.” Ony didn’t know Sasha, but he knew Mikasa well enough, he stored that bit of information away for later.

“That’s cool, I don’t think I’ve heard your music either, did you do anything I know?” He shifted closer again, ducking his head down to hear her clearly when she spoke, making her face heat up.

“Uhm, I used to sing gospel only, and I just made the switch to R&B. I’m just breaking in the door, you know?” She said, twirling her hands nervously.

“That still ain’t a song name Ma, I like gospel.” The pet name rolled off his tongue so casually she almost didn’t hear it.

“Oh,” That was surprising. From the music she heard it didn’t seem like Ony was the gospel type. “It’s my time, Up and Rise, He is Righteous.” She listed off a few, one particularly catching his attention.

“Hey, I know Up and Rise. I didn’t know you sung that though.” He took the bottle from the table, dropping his award down on the sofa next to her as he began unscrewing the cap. Nodding his head as he remembered how it went.

“Yeah, that was me.” Princess felt a small burst of pride at the fact that her song was liked by someone in music outside of the genre, not many people knew her music other than the gospel community.

“I love that song, the melody is fye.” He mumbled as he gripped the cork with the side of his teeth, pulling for a quick second before watching it pop and the champagne fizzle out the bottle onto his hand for an unexpected drizzle. He didn’t comment on the way it dripped onto the floor, just turned to her again and asked, “Where you from?” Effortlessly bringing her back in, sounding softer than he would normally, she could hear the way he was actively trying to be nice.

“Oh, Marietta, Cobb county.” She said, watching him take a swig of his drink straight from the neck of the bottle. Though his actions and voice were a little rough, it was undeniable how hot he looked. She noted that he looked especially hot as he drank.

“So you’re the Princess of Cobb county, huh?” She finally saw a flash of something shiny in his mouth when he smiled at her, full and playful. Both rows of his teeth covered in diamonds from his grill, shining as the light hit it, making him look beautiful.

“I wouldn’t say all that.” Princess shyly mumbled, turning away to try and see where Sasha and Mikasa were. She hoped they weren’t coming back so soon, she wanted a bit more time to talk.

“Shit, I would.” The tension was becoming thicker and thicker, making Princess shift uncomfortably on the sofa, looking forward for a moment to cool herself down.

“Where are you from?” She politely asked back, looking at him again to convey her interest.

“Adamsville.” His tone sour as he said it, taking a swig from the champagne to mask what he was feeling. Usually, when people hear where he was born and raised, they start to treat him differently. Like he was some scrapyard dog, feral and rabid, a thug.

“Really? I have some cousins who live out there.” She smiled, unforced and natural. “I used to have fun in the housing units with them.” The way Ony’s head popped up in curiosity didn’t go ignored by her, and she watched as he perked up in a happier mood.

“Yeah? You ever lived there before?”

“No, the most my grandparents would let me do was spend a night. By the time we were twelve they moved out, but I had fun memories there.” Princess reminisced, as she spotted Mikasa drunkenly trailing behind Sasha who was storming her way up to her. “It was nice meeting you, but my friends want to leave.”

“Wait, how can I get in touch with you?” He stood up with her as she smoothed down her dress, inwardly swearing when he saw how she looked standing. She was fucking beautiful.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Princess rushed out, starting to walk away before stopping to say, “Maybe we can talk about it if we see each other again.” A hopeful tone, and shimmer in her eyes.

“Come on girl, I love your voice. I want you on a song with me.” Just as she opened her mouth to answer, Princess was forced to look away when someone who Ony assumed to be Sasha grabbed her arm, pulling her forward.

“Princess, we got to go. It’s so late and your photoshoot is at 10 am.” Before Ony could get another word in, she was dragged off, her head whipping to glance back at him as she left. He sighed heavily, feeling like he lost his chance for a moment. Eren and Connie approaching him as he stood, bottle in hand, trying to think of a solution.

“Damn, you get her number or what?” Eren asked, checking out Princess as she walked away until he saw the glare Ony was giving him.

“Nah, but that’s alright. I got an idea.”

Hope you guys enjoyed my little fic and OC! It means a lot to me that people liked my headcannons so I thought I’d try writing a little something! - Bow 🎀✨💐

[aya-luri]

This audio features the Subway Bosses Ingo and Emmet, and since I heard it I decided that I had to translate it in order to know what they were saying! I tried to make it as accurate as I could and I apologize in advance if there is any kind of error in the translation since neither English nor Japanese are my native languages. And now, without further ado, here are the lyrics!

__ Battle Subway - Underground Maniac Express

▲ “Battle Subway trains bound for all directions will arrive at each platform shortly. Be careful, so please step back behind the yellow line and wait.”

▲ “I am Subway Boss, Ingo. The fellow over to the side is also a Subway Boss, Emmet. Now, Emmet, if you have something to add, please, proceed.”

▽ “Follow the rules, safe driving!” ▲ “Follow the schedule, everyone smile!” ▽ “Point Check!” ▲▽ “Everything’s ready! Aim for victory! All aboard!”

▲ This world is full of strange people Today too, they fight, go mad, and become obsolete I love to win, and I love to battle These strong feelings take shape Now, let’s dance through this place!

▲ Run, run, grab victory! Fly, go crazy Can you stick to your own beliefs? The sound of the train departing resounds without knowing where we're going To victory or defeat, which will it be? Now, go and devour your dreams!

▲ Win the Battle Subway Flip off the raging attacks Surpass your opponent and reach even greater heights Go with all your might on the Battle Subway Run towards the destination you aim for in search of victory!

▲ “Thank you for riding the Battle Subway today. Now, how you fare against the two of us? I’m looking forward to it.” ▽ “Pokémon battles aren't fun if they're not serious.” ▲ “Can you stay true to yourself no matter who your opponent is?” ▽ “It'll be an amazing battle in which each Pokémon using various moves!” ▽ “Let's go, Ingo!” ▲ “Yes, let's go, Emmet!” ▽ “I am Emmet. I like combinations of two Pokemon, and I like winning more than anything else!” ▲ “What do you see beyond victory?” ▽ “Come on, let’s begin!”

▽ In a swinging space just for us Today too, moves collide with moves This place secretly hungers for battle Whisper to the egg you’re holding Come on, let's become friends too!

▽ Run, run, drive safely Get serious, get ready Go and grab the victory! When you hear the sound of departure An amazing battle will begin And this moment will seem like an illusion

▽ Wherever we can go Battle Subway Let's have such an amazing battle together that will make us find the meaning of your birth Win as much as you can in Battle Subway There's only one thing to aim for I won't lose to you!

▲▽ This is the last stop on the Battle Subway ▽ On this place where dreams collide ▲ We look forward to ▲▽ riding with you again ▲▽ We are leaving the Battle Subway ▲ Now you ▽ can't slip away from the ▲▽ Underground maniac express

▽ “Bravo!” ▲ “Excellent!” ▲“I, Ingo, and” ▽ “Emmet” ▲▽  “make a good two-car train formation.” ▲ “I am glad that I fought so hard against a wonderful Pokemon Trainer like you.” ▽ “But if we fight again, we won't know what to expect.” ▲ “Please continue to aim for even greater heights.” ▽ "That's why we are waiting– ▲ “–For all of you” ▽ “For all of you–” ▲▽ “–to come here again!”

[sgiandubh]

Heughan’s voice is as smooth as his whisky. His latest venture is his multi-award-winning whisky and gin, ‘The Sassenach’, the Gaelic word for ‘outsider’. He feels he is an outsider to the industry, but the idea behind the name seems to have emerged from his mother, who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment. “The name is very special to me,” he tells me.

Perhaps the video he recorded at Everest Base Camp was for his mother ?She's on IG too and we know Sam loves her so much and sometimes doesn't call her Mum but Chrissie. Cait is not a Sassenach because she's Irish. Sam calling her the Original Sassenach it's because of her character, Claire and he recently stated Caitriona is nothing like Claire (SheKnows interview). Either way it's not a big deal so don't blame me. It's just a thought and cute anyway .

Dear Sassenach Anon,

Let me count the ways. Quoting from memory first we had ' She [C] is the original Sassenach' (at one of the seasons' premieres in London, where he brought a bottle and waxed lyrical to the press over it). Then, we had 'Sassenach means foreigner in Scots Gaelic and it's a term of endearment of Jamie Fraser, the character I am playing in OL, for his wife' (numerous times for various media outlets). Then, 'I am the Sassenach, I always felt as an outsider, but also Jamie Fraser's term of endearment for his wife, Claire' (ditto). And then 'the name emerged from his mother who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment.'

The Arbuturian is a well regarded online magazine, founded in 2009 and based in London. It looks and reads to me as The New Yorker's slightly more plebeian, younger cousin of sorts - check their masthead mascot...

... and remember (ROFLMAO) The New Yorker's Eustace Tilley, its illustrious inspiration:

By the way, Eustace Tilley, one of my favorite dandies, was itself inspired by an engraving of the French count Alfred d'Orsay, by a certain... James Fraser, sometime around 1830. I kid you not and yes, totally Clan Fraser, born near Inverness:

Can't make this shite up, even if you wanted, huh?

Anyways, back to your question and this little media outlet that could. Its targeted audience is, according to Wikipedia:

In sociological lingo, AB means an educated mid-to high level management audience, with a hefty disposable income to boot (usually more than 1 million £/year net revenue). All it takes is a short stroll through their Lifestyle pages: according to them, among this year's most sought after Xmas gifts gimmicks are a Turnbull & Asser silk pocket square (£75) for him or a £200 voucher for Fairmont Windsor Park’s Ultimate Diamond Facial, for her.

This interview's one and only raison d'être was to sound appealing to this particular dinkie (double income, no kids) Generation X audience, especially as far as his booze was concerned. For he was on booze promo mode here and he obviously twisted a bit whatever (I repeat: whatever) his real motivation behind the brand name might have been to the least controversial possible version. It's hard to question or throw shite at this mum version, let alone at a version involving a heroic single parent as Chrissie H, let alone at Christmas time. This allowed him, at the same time, to elegantly keep his personal life away and separate between business and private: something he should have been doing since the very start. But S is a sentimental man and a people pleaser - we all know that, don't we?

It was important for S to be featured in this London online magazine, read by the same people he was once serving drinks to, at parties. It's all about aspirations, social climbing and being a part of that crowd. Finally!

And you, darling, are a troll, despite your protesting. I nevertheless hope this answered your very transparently targeted question, in the spirit of Christmas. Otherwise, it would have landed in the bin, where it probably belongs.

PS: Caitriona is Caitriona, probably nothing like Claire, indeed and thank God! Being 'like Claire Fraser' was certainly not what prompted the coup de foudre - I daresay, quite the contrary. Sorry, darling, to pop your bubble, but this is not exactly how the real world works.

Later edit: if the entire Everest trek was something 'just for himself', then the recorded video was also 'just for himself'. The reason he posted it on Instagram was to probably childishly rejoice/brag he finally made it and damn the consequences. Use a bit of logic.

[harukyuu2]

Helloo I don’t know if you’ll see this but can you do a crossover of alnst x pjsk with Rui x reader they’re in round 5 singing ruler of my heart :33

you can also decide what happens after, but if you don’t like the idea feel free to ignore this no worries ^^ !!

This is such a creative request !! i loved it, i hope i writted something good for the idea <3 - Sorry i took so long to do it :x

!! - ALNST AU RUI X READER, writted for neutral reader but there are small hints of being a female since its practically inspired on Mizi, one-sided feelings for the past, lyrics on english !! colors: Rui lyrics, reader lyrics, both singing along

A round of applause could be heard when you entered the stage with a low empty gaze after winning your last round, that leaved you empty since you were passing the grief of losing who once was your best friend, she lost against you. All of your feelings were taken. The applause were deaf to you, they didnt matter anymore, or the monsters watching you, they didnt deserve your attention, it was already given by your rival that made them more feral.

The music began slowly, its rhythm setting the tone as you stepped deeper onto the stage. This was a song where you could sing alongside your rival, Kamishiro Rui—an eccentric boy who had grown up with you in the ANAKT GARDEN. Rui had always been intelligent, clever enough to live without a collar, and strangely favored by the aliens. That admiration, however, didnt extend to the other kids, who often called him weird and kept their distance, but you were different since you always finded a way to be at his side.

The intro of the song was long and calm, giving you plenty of time to grab the mic while feeling the weight of your opponent’s gaze. It wasnt one of hatred or fear—but of concern and softness. After all, you were one of the few people who truly considered Rui a friend, someone who didnt mind his “weirdness.” Yet, he recognized that he wasnt your favorite friend or what he wished to be.

He wanted you to lean on him, to truly see him, to care for him—just like humans once did long ago with their lovers. The feeling of being loved was what he craved most.

Thats why he decided to whistle, trying to catch your attention. But when your empty gaze met his, it only bored into him. He missed the lively spark your eyes once held back in the garden—the one that gave him hope, the one that made him believe you both could escape this hell someday.

"You can hide from the light

And still out burn the sun

Don’t you forget you’re my star"

He decided to start singing first, not for the score— that didnt matter to him, even if it meant getting his own death at the end of the round. No, he just cared to bring your light again, the smile that made him keep going all these years. Rui didnt have a problem with invading your personal space— if that meant getting a reaction out of you, he would always do it. Thats why he started encircling you, getting closer and closer while singing the next verse

''See the world in your eyes

A sorrow set in your sights

Like a fine work of art''

He noticed how you avoided his gaze, the discomfort written all over your face at the thought of competing once again with someone you loved. But he didnt want you to see it like that.

To him, this wasnt a battle—it was an engagement. Didnt you notice how your outfits mirrored the attire humans used to wear at weddings? Ah, a wedding... He’d love to experience one. The promise of eternal love, binding two souls together until death do them apart—it sounded so beautiful. Almost like what he was trying to do now: declare his feelings for you before death could tear one of you away from the other.

"My saviour,

God what a beautiful soul"

He fixed a strand of your hair behind your ear, you were really pretty in his eyes to have that sadness and discomfort written on your face. But when your gaze finally met his again, and you started singing by his side, his usual smirk returned. He glanced at the hologram as your score began to climb, the competition starting with the aliens finally votting.

"I don’t believe━you’re a liar

Night’s falling and

darkness is inviting us in

Let me tear it apart"

With that last line, Rui grabbed your cheeks, forcing you to look directly at him. He wanted a reaction—anything. He hated this. Hated seeing you so empty, hated how your singing lacked the emotions it used to have. But when he caught the awe flickering in your eyes, a glimmer of hope sparked within him. A part of you was still there, a part that wanted to feel, that craved something just as deeply as he did.

That’s why he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a spin. His hands found their place—one at your waist, the other interlacing with yours. The shock and fear in your eyes made him smile.

Were you coming back to reality? Did you recognize this dance—the one you two used to practice as kids? The one you perfected to impress the aliens? He had never forgotten it, and it seemed you hadn’t either. Slowly, it felt like you were returning to yourself.

"Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart

You are forever beautiful

Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart..."

Memories of the past flooded back to you through the dance, though you were missing steps here and there. After all, until now, you’d been nothing more than a living corpse. You felt out of yourself, but yet the slightest touches of Rui and the lack of distance between you two made your heart burn, until it started to pump again, bringing you back to life.

...

"Rui?" - A child version of you called his attention curiously, wondering why the purple haired boy was studying the walls of the tunnel where the aliens passed by.

Rui turned to see you curiously not expecting you to look out for him. He gived you a sweet smile finding out you had a crown of flowers in your hands - "yes?" - He asked back wondering what you wanted, his attention changing immediately to you while walking closer

You smiled taking his small hand while offering the crown of flowers you did for him - "i finally learned how to do them! here, for you" - You blinked confused when he decided to take it but put it in your head, making you look curiously at the eccentric boy again wondering why he did that, he didnt like it? you pouted a little at that idea but he quickly shakes his head

"It looks better on you!" - Rui leaves a small laugh with a smile taking your hands and waving them around - "can we practice that dance you told me? maybe we can impress our teachers!" - Rui stated even if in his heart he didnt like being around the aliens, he just wanted you to be happy since it was your idea.

You quickly nodded running with him far from that tunnel, he didnt want you to get on problems because of his curiousity. With that being said, the laugh of you two can be heard everywhere while practising that dance, even if you missed almost all of your moves, to Rui you were like an angel.

Rui loves this memory so much, you were so bright back then, he wants to bring that back no matter what...

...

"Building up all your walls

Becomes a fall with no ground"

He sings while leaning back to see the hologram with the scores, he was winning and it was driving him mad— he didnt want to win, he didnt want to lose you, he was pleading to you with his eyes that you start singing again.

"In a single moment (breaking down)"

You sang those words softly, a sudden rush of emotions surging through you—feelings you hadnt allowed yourself to feel before. The desire to live clashed with the unbearable reality that doing so would mean bringing Rui’s death. Yet, at the same time, you wanted to escape with him, to turn back time and be the carefree kids you once were in the ANAKT GARDEN.

Even though those times were dark, Rui had been your light, guiding you through it all. Was this the price you had to pay for the happiness of your childhood? For being cared for by a loving alien? For having such a good friend as Rui?

"I’d go blind and go deaf

‘fore I’d lose you again

Collapsing my world"

As the lyrics carried on, your mind raced with thoughts. You didnt want to die, but your future had already been decided by the aliens. Why would they choose a normal, pretty girl for the final? No, it was obvious they would pick the eccentric Kamishiro Rui. Honestly, you would probably make the same choice.

Thats why, as he began singing his verse, your mind went blank, save for one thought—giving him your goodbyes. You wanted to show him your love the way humans did long ago, something you’d never managed to do before. Back then, the concept had felt strange to you, but now it felt like the only thing left to do.

"My saviour,

My one, my beautiful soul

Make me your god

I can give you everything"

"Night’s falling and

darkness is inviting us in

Let me tear it apart"

Rui could notice a change on you— how he wouldnt, he knows you very well. He was curious on whats on your mind while trying to maintain a calm expression, even though fear lingered beneath the surface. He was terrified of the possibility that you might become nothing more than a memory to him, what if he forgotted your voice? your face? he wouldnt handle that, he would scold himself if he ever forgets about the light that guided him in this dark tunnel where the final is an abyss.

"Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart

Forever mine to behold

Ruler of my heart, Ruler of my heart,

Ruler of my heart"

slowly going closer to him as the words repeated, with a new intense gaze that he picked on quickly. He hoped you werent thinking of doing anything stupid to lower your score— he wanted you to live even if the final was coming with a bad result for you, unconciously studying your face trying to remember every detail of your face because in any case for him, his win or death, he will be separated from you.

You caught him by surprise. His eyes widened for a split second before you pulled him in for a kiss, right after the last “Ruler of my heart,” where you both had sung with all the emotion left unspoken between you. You poured every feeling into that kiss—the frustration of knowing you couldnt stay by his side any longer, but this was your apology. Your final act of love for him, actually giving him the affection he has been craving for.

The interlude of the song became nothing but white noise in your ears as you focused all your attention on the kiss, trying your best to make it feel right, despite your inexperience.

You pulled apart from him with a big smile feeling the laser pointing at you for breaking the rules, the shock in Rui's face just made you giggle hoping he could live without you at his side, you could feel the robots coming behind you to grab you for disrespecting the rules— but yet all you did was finally separate from Rui with a grin since you were going to surrender, you wanted him to live.

Chaos erupted when small bombs appeared on the stage, releasing smoke as masked figures began taking down the robots. You frantically searched for Rui in the midst of it all.

You found his gaze, but instead of rushing to you, he simply smiled. That’s when one of the masked figures grabbed you, pulling you away. You stretched out your hand toward Rui, but just like with the crown of flowers, he refused to take it. Instead, he waved at you with a soft smile. It was already too late for him to run with you, and he couldnt either way.

"Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart

Ruler of my heart, Ruler of

my heart, Ruler of my heart..."

Among the chaos, he sang—part of it to calm himself, and the rest to distract the attention of the aliens. He continued smiling, finding peace in knowing he had given you the chance to live. He couldnt risk leaving with you, not when he was the one who discovered how some of the alien technology worked and figured out how to communicate with the outside, with the human part of it.

That’s why he would do everything in his power to give you the best future possible, even if it meant destroying this place. Maybe then, in the future, the next life, or in another universe, you two would meet again. He was certain that no matter what, you two would find a way to be together again.

Just like that he sang alone at the start and the end of the song, but with differents emotions since he managed to find a route where you two lived. And who knows? Maybe a miracle happens and he is able to be with you sooner or later.

[aziraphales-library]

Hiiii

Would u mind suggesting some books where aziraphel and crowly both parent a child and start living like parents to the said child

Or

Basically aziraphel and crowly acting like parents

We have an abundance of fics like this on our #kid fic tag, so jump straight in! Here are a few more to add...

always an angel (never a god) by rocketship_potter (G)

when aziraphale and crowley find a little girl in their bookshop, something seems to be nagging at the back of their minds. unfortunately, the girl doesn't speak english, and aziraphale has forgotten something very important.

Songs of Innocence by CowaBazunga (M)

1888: A badly injured orphan walks into a certain Victorian bookshop.

The Demon on Her Shoulder Has Her Back by Barely_a_human (T)

"Hi, Crowley.” “What did you need, dear?” “I’ve- uh- been kicked out of my house. I don’t know where to go, and it’s raining. I’m sorry for bothering you, but you said I could call if I needed anything, and right now I need a grown-up that would be on my side.'" or Crowley adopts a young trans girl named Eve, and she get's to witness the almost-apocalypse, as well as Crowley finding love with an angel, from an outsiders perspective.

Baby A + Baby B = 4 by Adara83 (T)

Crowley is Warlock's father and a single parent. Warlock is a shy book worm. Aziraphale is Adam's single father. There might have been some chaos at their birth... ;) Let's see what happens.

Raising Baby Jesus: The Reconciliation of Aziraphale and Crowley by gaydreaming (T)

Months after the end of Season 2, Aziraphale returns home from Heaven with a very important basket and a guest. Under threat from Heaven and the Almighty, Aziraphale will need all the support that he can get. But after their last confrontation and the heartbreak that followed, how much support will Crowley be willing to offer?

Strange Glue by DunkTheBiscuit (T)

In the beginning, a demon and an angel found fellow feeling on a wall, and sang together in a Garden. They never saw each other again. Now, driving through the rain with a stolen baby, terminally caffeine-deprived and arguing with song lyrics, the demon has nowhere to go. Except that somewhere out there is an angel who turned his back on Heaven, died and was reborn - somehow - the only angel to leave and not Fall. Will one night of friendship six thousand years ago earn Crowley one night of sanctuary? Is there anything he can do to win around the murderous little shop cat? Can he please get these wretched songs out of his head? Disposable nappies cost HOW MUCH??!

- Mod D

[jealousmartini]

KPOP DR INTRODUCTION

GO! BEYOND! We are MKB!

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MKB [initally called MaKe Believe] is a 5 member KPOP girl group that debuted around 2014-2015 under the company of JYP with their winning album : 5ALIVE! and their most popular songs Superstitious, Greedy hearts and What's more?. Adored for their GIRL-CRUSH aesthetic and catchy choruses that is presented in a film cinematographic manner that tells a story through the visuals as well as the lyrics in the genres POP, EDM CITY-POP, fans around the world can't help but feel entranced by the music and the lore that is made along the way.

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She can sing? She can dance?? She can rap???

SHE'S A TRIPLE THREAT

— BASICS

Date of dr : 2015 02 04

Stage name : rochie (pronounced roe-she)

Most commonly called : keisha/keesha

Birth name : "CR name" keisha rochela banks

Spanish name : audriana rochela banks

Nicknames : rochie, roe, keesh, audrey

Fanbase nicknames : lol doll, jazz hands, dimples, glasses, curly fries

Date of birth : June 20th 1997

Zodiac sign : gemini-cancer cusp

Height : 5"7½

Ethnicity : half puerto rican, half korean

Languages : spanish, korean, english, japanese, portuguese

Group positions : main rapper, lead/main dancer, main singer, visuals, maknae

Representative animal : red panda / bunny

Representative colour : orange

Representative fruit : also an orange

Fanbase name : charmings !

Training period : 10 months

Company : JYP

— KNOWN FOR

Keisha is a witty and ambitious idol who's personality shines brightly through her snappy and energetic choreography, while also showing a raw and passionate side of her through her singing and rapping. She is praised for a her precision, accuracy and emotion by her manager and JYP himself as well as from other Idols.

She is known for occasionally appearing in other k-groups lives either heard in the background or directly in view, rambling about something and coming to say hi to their fanbase. Charmings are shocked to see how close she is to TWICE and BTS in particular, making them wonder how long she has known both groups before she officially became an Idol, and what their relationships are like off camera

She's known for having a pet bunny called Tiffany, Tiff for short. Tiffany often makes appearances in her own lives. Tiffany is very cute and is loved by the fanbase

She is an artist. She tends to draw a lot and can see having piles of stuffed notebooks of drawings in her room. She's too shy to show her art but there was a screenshot of her accidentally leaving one of her notebooks open showing a double page section filled with well drawn sketches of recognised idols. Some from BTS some from TWICE.

She is a spanish black person. This makes her stand out from all other idols. But when she made her first appearance onto a game show, Black fans and Spanish fans of kpop had basically gone crazy seeing a black Idol speak their language for the first time and the number of Charmings doubled, if not tripled.

She is known for being so fucking painfully honest about everything it's funny. She's basically voluntarily called herself out on multiple occasions. Like when she admitted that she likes both man boobs and woman boobs (she's bi) or when she brain vomits her thoughts onto her tumblr page (yes she is in fact a tumblr girly), thinking no one would've seen her viral post that read "namjoon thinks I'm a bad influence on army cus of how vocal i am as if they didnt already want be crushed by his beefy arms before I admitted I did. They just get me (i joke btw.. kinda)" that she had deleted the second she posted it, but of course it got screenshoted and reposted onto twitter☠️

— FUN FACTS

She is older than Jungkook by 4 months

She is close friends with NAYEON, Sana, Chaeyoung, YOONGI, JIMIN, JUNGKOOK, Namjoon, J-hope, TAEHYUNG, Jin, BANGCHAN, Felix, Hyunjin and YUNA

No one knows this yet but she has a crush on 4 of the idols listed and 2 of the highlighted names are part of the four, the other 2 are not

Red Panda is her animal representative because there was a video circulating of her dressed up as a mascot for her highschool as a red panda

She is an excellent cook and loves to cook for her members and her idol friends

She is the 2nd most shipped with trainee in MKB before she even became an Idol. She is now the first most shipped idol in MKB.

She is a genuine ARMY herself lmao😭😭 way too many times has she been caught singing a bts song when on camera

Tags! : @livingmydreamlife5555 @cocozydiaries @theshifterbear @4ellieluv

Side note💌 : she's so silly guys. I hope no one suspects me having a crush on any of the idols in my dr.. — 🍊💭

[jokeroutsubs]

📝ENG Translation: Proofread Demoni lyrics with English translation by JokerOutSubs

For the purpose of the second anniversary of Demoni album, we've put together a proofread version of the lyrics, along with English translations made by the JokerOutSubs team!

We've also updated our Lyricstranslate with all English versions from Demoni, you can find them here. (Some linebreaks, punctuations and capitalizations differ on there because we used Demoni album booklet as reference for our transcripts!)

Translations below the cut!

Katrina (SLO)

Iščejo roke pot do njenega sveta. A ne razumejo, da tam ni prostora za oba. Le njeni glasovi, ko plešem z volkovi, ugašajo nemir. Pozabi me, kakor da me sploh ni tu. Izrabi me, ko strah prevlada v snu. Le njeni glasovi, ko plešem z volkovi, ugašajo nemir.

Povej mi, Katrina, me sploh rada imaš? Nazaj se ti vračam, da me spet izigraš.

Čaka me poraz, neizbežen v bitki tej. Večer bo dokaz, prav to me vleče k njej. Le njeni nasmehi, na poti k utehi, ugašajo nemir.

Kličejo me solze na pomoč. Nočejo za njo razlit se vsako noč. Ne sprejmejo mojega opravičila, da se bo zame spremenila.

Povej mi, Katrina, me sploh rada imaš? Nazaj se ti vračam, da me spet izigraš. Šibko točko udari, le ti jo poznaš.

Povej mi, Katrina, me sploh rada imaš? Nazaj se ti vračam, da me spet izigraš. Vse bolj gorim, hrepenim za vsakim strelom, ki ga zadaš.

Katrina (ENG)

Hands search a path to her world, but they don't understand that there's no room for both. Only the sounds she makes, when I dance with the wolves, chase off the restlessness Forget me like I am not even here. Use me when fear wins in your slumber. Only the sounds she makes, when I dance with the wolves, chase off the restlessness

Tell me, Katrina, do you even love me? I come back to you, for you to double cross me again.

I'm waiting for defeat, inevitable in this battle, the evening will be the proof, just this pulls me towards her. Only her smiles on the path to comfort chase off the restlessness.

My tears are calling out for help They don't want to spill for her every night. They don't accept my apology, that she will change for me.

Tell me, Katrina, do you even love me? I come back to you, for you to double cross me again. Hit my weak spot, only you know it.

Tell me, Katrina, do you even love me? I come back to you, for you to double cross me again. I'm burning and yearning after every shot, that you inflict.

Ne bi smel (SLO)

Oprosti, da spet kličem te, čeprav je pozno in sovražiš me. Rad bi vedel, kaj lahko naredim, da mikrokozmos tvoj nazaj dobim.

Ni besed pravilnih, celo noč sem jih iskal. Razen, da iskreno rečem, da neskončno mi je žal. Žal mi je, da te bolim, boljše ni v pesmi tej. Žal mi je, da sem bil slep in tega nisem videl prej.

Čez resnico sem potresel svoj pepel. Večno kriv, nikoli cel.

Vem, da ne bi smel, a drugače nisem znal ugasniti tišine, bežati od bližine. Žal, drugače nisem znal. Izdal te za trenutek lažne sreče, zdaj pa spet me k tebi vleče.

Oprosti, da ti kradem čas. Hotel sem ti vse povedat in slišati tvoj glas. Rane puščam si odprte, da jih objame sol, če ne vrneš se domov.

Čez resnico sem potresel svoj pepel. Večno kriv, nikoli cel.

Vem, da ne bi smel, a drugače nisem znal ugasniti tišine, bežati od bližine. Žal, drugače nisem znal. Izdal te za trenutek lažne sreče, zdaj pa spet me k tebi vleče. Spet me k tebi vleče.

A žal, drugače nisem znal.

I Shouldn't Have (ENG)

I'm sorry for calling you again Even though it's late and you hate me I want to know what can I do To get your microcosmos back

There are no right words, I was searching for them all night long Unless I tell you the truth that I'm infinitely sorry

I'm sorry that I've hurt you, there is nothing better in this song I'm sorry That I've been blind and haven't noticed it before

Poured my ashes over the truth Always guilty, never whole

I know I shouldn't have, but I didn't know how else to Turn off the silence, run away from intimacy But unfortunately I didn't know any other way Betrayed you for a moment of fake happiness But now I want to go back to you

Sorry for wasting your time I wanted to tell you everything and hear your voice I'll leave my wounds open, To let in the salt, if you don't come back home

Poured my ashes over the truth Always guilty, never whole

I know I shouldn't have, but I didn't know how else to Turn off the silence, run away from intimacy But unfortunately I didn't know any other way Betrayed you for a moment of fake happiness But now I want to go back to you I want to go back to you

But unfortunately I didn't know any other way

Plastika (SLO)

Nisem si všeč, čas je za modifikacijo. Trenutek je popoln za operacijo.

Filter mi ne dela, ko se gledam v ogledalu. Koža ni več sveža in sivijo mi lasje, pa triindvajset jih imam šele.

Plastika, znanstvena fantastika. Plastika, znanstvena fantastika. Jaz pa ti, ti pa jaz, vsi imamo en obraz. Juhuhu, hahaha, originalna kopija. Plastika, znanstvena fantastika.

Nova sem oseba, ko zbudim se iz narkoze. Lica pod pritiskom mi zapirajo oči. Malo težje govorim, ampak dobre so prognoze, eno leto bo tako in potem več ne boli.

Ko vrne se zavest, eno fotkico objavim. Ne morem se odločit, a se jočem ali smejim. Srčkajo na polno in letijo komentarji, sanjsko dobro izgledam in od sreče kar žarim.

Jaz bom za vedno lep, drugo nič mi ni pomembno. Razkrajal se bom tisoč let. Kaj me briga, če ni dedno. Jaz bom za vedno lep, najlepši na tem svetu. Najlepši na planetu.

2x Plastika, znanstvena fantastika. Plastika, znanstvena fantastika. Jaz pa ti, ti pa jaz, vsi imamo en obraz. Juhuhu, hahaha, originalna kopija. Plastika, znanstvena fantastika.

Plastic (ENG)

Unhappy with my looks, it's time for a makeover The time is right for some surgical adjustments.

The mirror doesn't have a face filter for reflection. My skin looks dull and my hair is turning gray When I'm only twenty-three.

Plastic, science fiction. Plastic, science fiction. You and me, me and you, our faces are identical. Woohoohoo, hahaha, original replica. Plastic, science fiction.

Feeling brand new when I wake up from sedation. My puffy cheeks are blocking my sight. Talking might be tough, but there's a positive prognosis. In a year's time, there will be no trace of pain.

When I come around, I post a single selfie. I can't tell whether I should be crying or laughing. Heart emojis flood in, comments keep pouring. My looks are dreamy and I'm positively glowing.

My beauty is timeless, nothing else matters to me. It'll take a thousand years for me to decay. I don't care if it isn't genetic. My beauty is timeless ,the most beautiful in the world. The most beautiful on the planet.

2x Plastic, science fiction. Plastic, science fiction. You and me, me and you, our faces are identical. Woohoohoo, hahaha, original replica. Plastic, science fiction.

Demoni (SRB)

Prozivam mesec da se nikad ne skloni, noćas me niko ne voli, sa mnom su moji demoni.

Prozivam mesec da se nikad ne skloni, noćas me niko ne voli.

Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom su moji demoni, kad nemam tebe. Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom se igraju oni, kad nemam tebe.

Mnogo mi se noćas nebo dopada. Samoća se ocrtava u mraku. Dok naše carstvo neumorno propada, zapisuju si zvezde grešku svaku.

Prozivam mesec da se nikad ne skloni, noćas me niko ne voli, sa mnom su moji demoni.

Prozivam mesec da se nikad ne skloni, noćas me niko ne voli.

Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom su moji demoni, kad nemam tebe. Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom se igraju oni, kad nemam tebe.

Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom su moji demoni, kad nemam tebe. Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom se igraju oni, ne znam za sebe.

Demons (ENG)

I'm calling on the moon to never hide No one loves me tonight, my demons are with me

I'm calling on the moon to never hide No one loves me tonight

When I don't have you, my demons are with me When I don't have you When I don't have you, they play with me When I don't have you

I really like the sky tonight Loneliness gets outlined in the dark While our empire tirelessly falls apart The stars write down their every mistake

I'm calling on the moon to never hide No one loves me tonight, my demons are with me

I'm calling on the moon to never hide No one loves me tonight

When I don't have you, my demons are with me When I don't have you When I don't have you, they play with me When I don't have you

When I don't have you, my demons are with me When I don't have you When I don't have you, they play with me I don't feel like myself

Padam (SLO)

Pazi nase, so mi rekli tisto noč. Mesto polno je duhov, ki več te ne spustijo proč. V ognjen obroč zaprejo te, ki sprva še pogreje te, počakajo, da tiho izzveniš.

Nisem jim verjel in večeru se predal, naj kar skuša me skušnjava, jaz ne bom se ji prodal. A ko prvi je metek poletel, me naravnost med oči zadel, sem izgubil svoja tla.

Zdaj padam in padam, a me bo kdo ujel? Z odprtimi rokami, z obrazom nasmejanim. Zdaj padam in padam, a bo kdo razumel? Če mi nič ne uspe, če izgubil bom vse, kar sem si želel.

Nisem jim verjel in večeru se predal. Izpijal sem mladost, z luno bolje se spoznal. A ko prvi je metek poletel, me naravnost med oči zadel, sem izgubil svoja tla.

In preden se nova noč zavrti, okrog mene nikogar več ni. Kje ste vsi? Takrat, ko najbolj boli.

Zdaj padam in padam, a me bo kdo ujel? Z odprtimi rokami, z obrazom nasmejanim. Zdaj padam in padam, a bo kdo razumel? Če mi nič ne uspe, če izgubil bom vse, kar sem si želel.

A me bo kdo ujel? A me bo kdo ujel? A me bo kdo objel? Zdaj padam in padam.

I'm Falling (ENG)

"Keep an eye out", I was told that night. Spirits are lurking in the city, they won't let you get away. They'll lock you in a flaming cage, which even warms you up at first, until in the end they'll let you fade away.

Brushing off the voices, I surrendered to the night. Resisting the temptation, determined not to give in. The first gunshot fired hit me right between the eyes and pushed me over the edge.

I'm falling and falling, will anyone catch me? Extending arms wide open, wearing a smile. I'm falling and falling, will anyone understand if I fail, if I lose all I ever wanted?

Brushing off the voices, I surrendered to the night. Geting high on life, familiarising with the moon. The first gunshot fired hit me right between the eyes and pushed me over the edge.

Before another night came, everyone vanished. Where did you all go, when I was hurting the most?

I'm falling and falling, will anyone catch me? Extending arms wide open, wearing a smile I'm falling and falling, will anyone understand if I fail, if I lose all I ever wanted

Will anyone catch me? Will anyone catch me? Will anyone hug me? I'm falling and falling

Vse kar vem (SLO)

Slišal sem, da čas nam ne prizanaša. In da se enkrat vse lepo konča. Slišal sem, da hočeš it do konca sveta in da me več ne rabiš za sopotnika.

Vse, kar vem in kar znam, je, da ne boli, ko me tvoj objem zakriva. Kaj je prav, me ne bremeni.

Vem, da si bila enkrat že v peklu in da nazaj več ne bi rada šla. Slišal sem, da hočeš it do konca sveta in da me več ne rabiš za sopotnika.

Vse, kar vem in kar znam, je, da ne boli, ko me tvoj objem zakriva. Kaj je prav, me ne bremeni, ker s tabo svet ne izpodriva me.

All I know (ENG)

I heard that time doesn't spare us And everything nice eventually ends. I heard you want to go to the end of the world and don't need me as a companion anymore.

But all I know and I'm aware of is that it doesn't hurt, when your embrace covers me I'm not burdened by what is right.

I know you were once in hell already and don't want to go back. I heard you want to go to the end of the world and don't need me as a companion anymore.

But all I know and I'm aware of is that it doesn't hurt, when your embrace covers me I'm not not burdened by what is right, because with you, the world is not displacing me.

Ona (SRP)

Hodam opet njenom ulicom. Brutalno se vuče otkad nisam više s njom. Stanem ispod njenog prozora, jedna njena senka da me spasi očaja.

Nisam ni zaslužio da završimo uživo. Jedna poruka i via more. Snegovi u avgustu sad po meni padaju, dok tebe sunce greje, mi amore.

Znaj, bebo, znaj, celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe. Taj osećaj, da za mene živo ti se jebe, ubija me.

Kažu, vreme leči rane sve. Ali ne kažu koliko da se odviknem od nje. Godina je prošla, još vraća se u san. Vrti kao film sećanje na onaj dan.

Nisam ni zaslužio da završimo uživo. Jedna poruka i via more. Snegovi u avgustu još po meni padaju, dok te neko drugi greje, mi amore.

Znaj, bebo, znaj, celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe. Taj osećaj, da za mene živo ti se jebe.

Znaj, bebo, znaj, celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe. Taj osećaj, da za mene živo ti se jebe, ubija me, ubija me.

(Celu noć si plakao zbog mene) (Celu noć si plakao zbog mene)

She (ENG)

I'm walking down her street again Time has been dragging on brutally since we broke up I stop under her window One of her shadows to save me from despair

I didn't even deserve to break-up in person One message and off to the sea Now snow falls on me in August While the sun warms you, my love

Know, baby, know That I cried the whole night because of you The feeling That you don't give a flying fuck about me is killing me

They say time heals all wounds But they don't say how long till I wean myself off her A year has gone by, she still returns to my dreams Spins the memory of that day like a movie

I didn't even deserve to break-up in person One message and off to the sea Now snow falls on me in August While somebody else warms you, my love

Know, baby, know That I cried the whole night because of you The feeling That you don't give a flying fuck about me

Know, baby, know That I cried the whole night because of you The feeling That you don't give a flying fuck about me Is killing me, is killing me

(You cried the whole night because of me) (You cried the whole night because of me)

Tokio (SLO)

Tvoji koraki se mešajo z oblaki, ki nad tabo plešejo. Mene koraki spotaknejo, vsakič, ko se nate spomnijo.

Pisal ti bom pisma, a ne bom jih poslal. Bolje, da ostaneva spomin. Si prislikava nazaj tisti roza češnjev raj, vsak na svoj način.

Z lahkimi prsti, "Anata ga suki", si čez hrbet napisala mi. Ti tudi meni, "Watashi mo", so po tebi risale dlani.

Pisal ti bom pisma, a ne bom jih poslal. Bolje, da ostaneva spomin. Si prislikava nazaj tisti roza češnjev raj, vsak na svoj način.

Verjetno se nikoli več ne bova srečala. Le bleda slika iz polaroida ve, da sva zaplesala po ulicah Tokia.

Verjetno se nikoli več ne bova srečala. Le bleda slika iz polaroida ve, da sva zaplesala po ulicah Tokia.

Tokyo (ENG)

Your footsteps blend With the clouds dancing above you I trip over my own feet Whenever you cross my mind

I will write you letters I will never send Let's keep the memories untouched Immersing ourselves in the pink cherry blossom paradise Each in our own unique way

With feather-light fingers, "Anata ga suki" You inscribed on my back The same, "Watashi mo" My hands traced letters on your skin

I will write you letters I will never send Let's keep the memories untouched Immersing ourselves in the pink cherry blossom paradise Each in our own unique way

We may never cross paths again Only a faint polaroid picture holds the evidence Of our dance through the streets of Tokyo

We may never meet again Only a faint polaroid picture holds the evidence Of our dance through the streets of Tokyo

NGVOT - Ne govoriva več o tem (SLO)

Končno te vidim spet, hitro mine čas. Spremenil sem pogled na svet, ti pa barvo las.

Kaj te nese v Ljubljano, zdaj ko vse cveti? Nazadnje si sedela z mano, ko bil sem brez moči.

Ne govoriva več o tem. Ne govoriva več o tem. Me le odrivaš stran, ko s tabo sem iskren. Ne govoriva več o tem. Ne govoriva več o tem. A ne vidiš, da razpadam, ker ne vem?

Lepo, da še pomisliš name, včasih se mi zdi, da si me zakopala v jame pozabljenih noči.

Ignoranca ti pristaja, lajša ti skrbi. Tvoj pogled me še zavaja in fasada še stoji.

Ne govoriva več o tem. Ne govoriva več o tem. Me le odrivaš stran, ko s tabo sem iskren. Ne govoriva več o tem. Ne govoriva več o tem. A ne vidiš, da razpadam, ker ne vem?

WDTAIA - We Don’t Talk About It Anymore (ENG)

I'm finally seeing you again, time passes fast. I changed my view of the world, you changed your hair colour.

What brings you to Ljubljana, now that everything is blooming? Last time you sat with me when I was powerless.

We don't talk about it anymore. We don't talk about it anymore. You're only pushing me away when I'm being honest with you. We don't talk about it anymore. We don't talk about it anymore. Don't you see I'm falling apart because I don't know?

I'm glad you still think about me, sometimes I feel like you buried me in the caves of forgotten nights.

Ignorance suits you, it eases your worries. Your look still deceives me and the façade is still up

We don't talk about it anymore. We don't talk about it anymore. You're only pushing me away while I'm being honest with you. We don't talk about it anymore. We don't talk about it anymore. Don't you see I'm falling apart because I don't know?

Novi val (SLO)

Kam od tu naprej, če že zdaj zažigamo obzorje? Kako od tu nazaj, če je papir več vreden, kot smo mi? Tiho prepustim, naj me nosi nemirno morje. Mogoče me prav danes še zadnjič ohladi.

Radio predvaja le še strele in udarce. V časopisu piše, da smo zašli s poti. Danes bomo peli in dvigali kozarce. Včeraj smo rojeni in že vsega krivi mi.

Vabljeni vsi na karneval, da se odrinemo od tal. Generacija ljubezni, upanja. Novi val.

Letajo po zraku sledovi optimizma. Vajeti v mraku, prevzem protagonizma. Zbrali smo pogum za upor, da nekaj spremenimo. Bolje, da smo danes nori, kot da jutri se bojimo.

Vabljeni vsi na karneval, da se odrinemo od tal. Generacija ljubezni, upanja. Novi val.

Delajmo napake, čisto iz vsake izpira se zlato, izpira se zlato.

Vabljeni vsi na karneval, da se odrinemo od tal. Generacija ljubezni, upanja. Novi val.

Delajmo napake, čisto iz vsake izpira se zlato. Vabljeni vsi na karneval.

New Wave (ENG)

Where shall we go from here If we are already setting the horizon ablaze? How do we go back from here If paper holds more weight than us? In silence, I let the restless sea carry me. Maybe today it'll cool me down for the last time.

The radio only plays thunders and strikes. The newspaper says we've lost our way. Today we'll sing and raise our glasses. We were born yesterday and have already been blamed for everything.

Everyone's invited to the carnival To break free from the ground. The generation of love and hope, The new wave.

Traces of optimism are flying in the air. Taking hold of the reins in the dusk, We've gathered the courage to rebel And make a change. We are better off losing our minds today Than being afraid tomorrow.

Everyone's invited to the carnival To break free from the ground. The generation of love and hope, The new wave.

Let's make mistakes, from each and every one Gold is pouring out, gold is pouring out

Everyone's invited to the carnival To break free from the ground. The generation of love and hope, The new wave.

Let's make mistakes From each and every one Gold is pouring out. Everyone's invited to the carnival.

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