#but why can I see Vic singing this????

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I loved grumpy! If your taking requests, could you write something for lotte wubben moy with a child!reader? Thank you!

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TINY TEACHER — lotte wubben-moy x sister!reader

*any dutch had been translated using google so if it’s wrong i apologise🩷*

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holding your sisters hand as you rushed to get out of the rain into the warmth of the training ground, as you and lotte walked through the door way.

walking into the room where most of the girls were sat eating breakfast, "do you want anything?" lotte turned to ask you but before she even got a chance to ask you, you were rushing over to were viv was sitting with beth and steph.

"viv!" you cheered as she finished her sip of her drink placing it down as you climbed up on the spare chair to sit next to her.

"hi kleintje" viv smiled as you waved at the other two before turning back to viv, "i not little!" you huffed a frown appearing on you face.

"look i this big!" you said using your hands to show how tall you were as viv laughed at you. "waar is je zus?" viv asked changing the topic as you looked around to see where lotte actually was.

finding your sister at the breakfast counter talking to alessia and teyah. "lottie over there!" you pointed as viv looked where you were pointing and nodded. the two of you turning around to face beth and steph to find them both looking at you, with their mouths wide open.

"why they look like that?" you asked thinking you were whispering and only the dutch could hear you both both beth and steph could as you poked viv on the shoulder to get her attention, the dutch shrugging.

"she understands dutch?" beth blurted out looking at her girlfriend as viv hummed, nodding her head with a smile.

"yes! lottie teach me" you say proudly and just as you said that, lotte came over with two bowls in her hand. handing one full of fruit to you and the other with granola in for herself.

"taught you what?" lotte asked as she pulled a chair from an empty table sitting inbetween you and steph. looking between you and viv and beth and steph to try and work out why two of teammates looked like they had just seen a ghost.

"dutch!" you beamed as lotte hummed, pulling her chair in closer to the table. “oh yeah, i taught you the basics but viv and vic have been teaching you proper dutch” lotte explained as the two nodded along.

“vic learned me a song actually!” you smiled, popping another bit of fruit into your mouth. munching along as lotte asked which one.

“um, the wheels on the bus one” you paused for a minute thinking what it was. “can you sing it?” steph asked as you nodded, sitting for a second with your chin propped up on your hands.

“de wielen van de bus gaan rond en rond” you started, looking towards lotte and viv to see if what you were saying was right, both of them nodding and urging you to carry on. “rond en rond, door de hele stad” you finished singing as both beth and steph begin to clap making your little cheeks go all red.

“that was amazing y/n!” steph applauded, as beth sat nodding in agreement in shock that you were able to do that all at the ripe age of five.

“your sister is a little genius, how can her little brain carry all that information!” beth looked towards lotte who shrugged not really knowing how your brain took in all the information.

as if she tried to get you to do actual school work like writing your name or reading it was a whole battle. you usually thinking of every single excuse under the sun not to do it or you would just mess on and be silly and not do it properly l.

“no idea, she likes doing it so she’ll listen” lotte said, as she looked back to you who was munching happily on the fruit not really listening to the conversation the grown ups were having.

“y/n, you should teach beth cause she’s trying to learn but she says i’m not a good teacher!” viv teases as she nudges you gaining your attention back to the conversation as you hear beth gasps at the dutches comment.

“no your just a bad teacher! you just get frustrated when i get one tiny thing wrong!” beth defends herself as steph starts to laugh at the brits sudden reaction.

“yes! me teach you!” you beam getting out of your seat to go and be next to beth as the rest of the girls were all starting to get up to go out onto the field.

waiting for beth to get up from her seat, you watch as she grabs her boots from under her seat before grabbing your hand as you follow, lotte and vic out of the canteen and start the walk to the pitches.

“come on then tiny teacher, teach me some dutch!” beth smiles as she swings your hands back and forth her other hand occupied with her boots as you looked up at her with an excited smile.

“we start easy, mijn naam beth!” you say as beth nods trying to repeat it like you had and after a few attempts getting it right. “yes like that!” you clap your hands together in excitement as beth smiles back at you. holding her hand up for you to high five.

“now this one, ik speel voetbal” you say slowly as beth nods repeating what you said but not correctly as you shake your head, repeating it again.

after a few more attempts beth was still saying it wrong but was adamant she was saying it right. “that’s what i said!” beth argued as you frowned shaking your head, “no you didn’t!” you raised your voice, stamping your tiny foot a little, hoping to get your point across.

the sudden change in tone of voice making viv and vic turn around, the team knew that you had been teaching beth on the walk down to the pitches.

“hey, why the angry tone klein” viv asked crouching down to your height beth stopping next to vic her arms crossed over her chest in annoyance.

“bethy doing it wrong!”

“i’m not!”

viv gave beth a look as the blonde mumbled a sorry, huffing as viv picked you up. lotte coming back to where you were to see what was wrong, vic assuring her it was nothing.

“beth geen erg goede luisteraar!” you grumbled, making the three laugh as they understood exactly what you said. beth being the only one who didn’t know what had been said only understanding her name. suddenly asking what it was you had said that was so funny.

“i want to know what’s so funny, tell me!”

translations:

geen erg goede luisteraar — ‘not a very good listener’

klein — ‘tiny’

ik speel voetbal — ‘i play football’

mijn naam beth — ‘my name beth’

waar is je zus — ‘where is your sister’

kleintje — ‘little one’

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All Mine

W.C. - 1,3 k

prompt 22. -I can’t describe what I’m feeling. prompt 116. -Baby you’re all mine.

a/n: i know this is quite bad but we move on, this started out as a song prompt thingy. if you want to request, there's a prompt list linked in my masterlist.

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Weight training. One of the most annoying things ever to a certain footballer, you wanted to be out on the pitch playing with your friends, not be in a crowded weight room. It wasn’t that you weren’t strong, you were incredibly so, but it was just incredibly boring.

But, there was one thing that made the long rhythmic sessions worth it. That was being able to shamelessly stare at your girlfriend, a favorite on your part being when she was squatting. It’s been your forever favorite.

You had been caught staring at your girl so many times that you weren’t even phased by the immense teasing you got for it, no you just continued staring while nodding every once in a while.

Today though, you wouldn’t even have the opportunity to do it as Jonas had made the conscious decision to place you with all the youngins. Even he had noticed your decline in productivity when you were close to your Aussie.

This meant that you had to be supervising the youngsters and train, it was just a disaster waiting to happen. 

Chatting with McCabe before the session was to start, you’re quickly pulled away by the infamous duo of Gio and Katherine, each of them tugging on one arm. You can’t do anything but mouth a ‘help me’ to the Irish woman, who just decides to laugh at you.

“Y/n/n it’s time to start!” The Brazilian drags every word in the sentence out, speaking in a sing-songy voice.

“Wait, where’s Vic? And the rest of the youngsters?” You ask in a confused tone, not seeing any of your younger teammates. 

“Oh Viccy’s late, she’ll arrive later. For now you’re stuck with us” Katherine tells you, the two of them looking at each other mischievously when they hear your loud groan.

“Alright then, let’s do this. You two can start with whatever dumbbell you like, I presume you’ve already warmed up?” The vigorous nods you get just make you sigh, a long day before you.

Even though you couldn’t see Steph, she could definitely see you. The way your sleeves were pulled up around your shoulders made her mouth water, muscles flexing in a way that catered to her taste perfectly.

Yet, as she looks over towards you for the tenth time, Steph can’t help the uncomfortable burning feeling in her stomach.

It wasn’t like she wanted it to happen, but when she sees Gio stand behind you, her hands on your waist as you squat, she truly cannot help it.

Steph wasn’t a jealous person at all, but the thought of anyone other than her touching you like that had her infuriated.

Worst thing was that she couldn’t look away, not even if she tried. She was simply glued. 

Her saving grace came in the form of a vigorous tapping to her thigh, the Aussie having completely forgotten that she was spotting a player of her own.

Picking the bar up from Caitlin’s chest, she can hear the forward grumbling absentmindedly while she looks over to you once again.

Thankfully, you’d moved on to another exercise, otherwise she might’ve combusted.

The rest of the training session goes off without a hitch, you joining your suspiciously quiet girlfriend in walking back to the locker room when you’re done. 

Steph doesn’t say anything to you even as you both get out of the locker room, neither does she say anything when you get in the car or when you arrive home.

It isn’t until you’re both inside the comfort of your own home that you decide to ask her about it, the defender keeping her eyes cast downwards to the floor instead of looking you in the eye.

“What’s wrong love?” You ask her cautiously, trying to get her to look at you and not the hardwood.

“Nothing” Her thick Australian accent gives away how she really feels, and she herself knows it. Maybe that’s why she mumbles the words into her coat. 

“Love, I can’t hear what you’re saying.” Placing your pointer finger directly below her jaw, you lift her head so that she’s finally looking at you. “What’s going on baby?”

“I- today when Gio was spotting you, I just felt…” She lets out a groan, the inability to express her feelings frustrating her like no other. “I can’t describe what I’m feeling” 

Steph’s arms wrap around you, her face burying into your chest. 

“Do you want me to help you?” The defender nods her head, arms tightening around you. “Did you feel sad?” A shake of her head. “Did you feel happy?” Another shake of her head.

It continues for another minute before you finally, in a teasing tone, get to the emotion she was feeling.

“Did you feel jealous?” The hesitant nod she gives you has a surprised chuckle escaping your mouth, genuinely shocked that she felt jealous.

“Don’t laugh at me, she was touching what’s mine. You’re all mine and no one except me should be allowed to touch you like that” The brunette looks up at you, fiery jealousy spreading like a wildfire throughout her.

“Oh, am I now? Well why don’t you show them who I belong to then my love?” The suggestive tone your voice bears is hard to miss, and Steph immediately gets the hint.

Getting up on her tiptoes, she connects your lips in a way that has your knees buckling underneath you. Her hands move up to your hair, tugging and tangling her fingers in it like it was the last thing she’d ever do.

Gasping, the defender slips her tongue into your mouth, kissing you possessively and passionately. Without letting up on the kiss, Steph starts to walk you towards the living room, your thoughts consumed by her and only her.

When the back of your knees hit the soft cushions of the couch, you break the seal of your lips, sitting down and leaning against the cushions.

Steph sits down in your lap with one leg on each side of your thighs, straddling you. She doesn’t even give you any time to settle before connecting your lips in an even more heated kiss, the defender moving your limp hands to her waist before moving her own to your hair. 

In a flash, her kisses move down to your jaw and even further down your neck, sucking and biting at all parts of your neck. You can even feel the smile against your skin when she hears the sounds slipping out of your mouth, it only spurring her on more.

“Baby, you’re. All. Mine. Not Gio’s, mine.” She grumbles between kisses, the entirety of your neck filled with deep dark bruises. Pulling back, the Aussie admires her work.

Her finger grasp at the sides of your jaw, pulling your head in different directions to get a better view of all the hickies she’d left, you still panting slightly. Humming, Steph thinks for a second before she moves her hands down to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

“Take your shirt off baby” She whispers in your ear, kissing the spot just below it. Immediately you do as she tells you, tugging the shirt off hastily.

She kisses you one last time on the lips before moving to place even darker marks on your collar bones, all the skin that would be visible to the public eye (and a lot that wouldn’t be visible) was covered in blackish purple marks.

Soon enough the skies are as dark as the marks littering your upper body, laying beside your girl in your shared bed. 

Both of your phones having been turned off since long, neither of you being bothered with the notifications from your instagrams. 

It wasn’t just your teammates who needed to know that you were hers, but the entire world too. Steph posting a picture of your hickey littered neck to her story with the caption, all mine.

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PAIRING. victoria de angelis x fem!reader

SUMMARY. y/n is the other female member of the band, who has had feelings for vic for a while now, but was too nervous to say anything. one night after a concert in new york changes that after the bassist overhears a conversation between damiano and y/n.

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Y/N L/N DREAMED about performing from a young age. She started to enjoy the art of singing and music due to her family’s interest in the arts. It was a big part of her childhood and teenage years so the fact that she got to do what she loved with some of her best friends, well it was a huge thing to her.

Going on to win Eurovision in 2021 opened doors for her and her band, giving them opportunities they never thought possible. Måneskin growing as a whole was great but the more time went on, the harder it got for the girl to hide her true feelings. She was in love with her fellow band member and best friend, Victoria de Angelis.

The boys always teased her about it and it scared her honestly. She was always open about her sexuality, like Victoria and Ethan were, but it always felt different when Vic was involved. She would get more shy when alone with the bass player and it started to gain more attention from the public, which is something Y/N kind of wanted to avoid.

The three boys and two girls never hid any affection for one another but everyone knew that it was more friendly where the H/C haired girl was concerned. However, deep down she wanted more with the blonde. How could she not? Vic was stunning and one of the nicest people she knew. Anyone would be lucky to have someone like her.

The band had just finished a concert in New York, Y/N and Damiano being the first two backstage. The two singers did not hesitate to sit down on the couch in the dressing room. The crowd had been wild and the vibe was electric to say the least. It was one of the best crowds they’ve had on this tour so far.

“When are you finally going to tell her how you feel?” Damiano’s question snapped the H/C haired girl out of thought, her eyes moving to focus on her friend.

An unimpressed expression was painted on her features but the L/N remained silent for the next couple of seconds. She did not like the boys mentioning her secret when Victoria could just walk in and hear what was being said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She feigned innocence.

Damiano rolled his eyes at her response. “Yeah, okay. N/N, we all see how you are with her, even the fans have started to see it. You can’t keep this a secret forever and I don’t understand why you would want to. It is obvious that she likes you too.”

Y/N shook her head. “Absolutely not. There is no way that she likes me. Have you seen her? She’s way too good for me. We are just friends so I doubt she sees me as anything different.”

“You can be so stupid sometimes. Vic is in love with you too. It may be hard for you to believe but she does, so you should try to tell her how you feel. You have had these feelings for how long now and still haven’t tried. I can promise you that it will work out in your favor.” Damiano’s words were meant to be encouraging as he just wanted to see his friends happy.

The female sighed. “It’s not that easy. You know this but every time I’m around her, it’s like butterflies are in my stomach and I get so shy. I have things I want to say but I never want to mess anything up in front of her. She is so perfect to me and I want to be able to be equally as great.”

Damiano smiled when he realized that there were people standing in the doorway. The others had come back and had heard everything pretty much, including Victoria, who had a smile of her own. Y/N had not seemed to realize though, her eyes having been closed and her head laid on the back of the couch, trying to calm herself.

It wasn’t until the bassist spoke that she opened her eyes and seemed to freeze. Vic had heard what she said, there was no way she didn’t.

“You have a crush on me? It’s a good thing that I have feelings for you too.” Vic had a slight teasing tone laced in her words but she meant what she said, which really did surprise the other female.

Damiano stood and walked towards the doorway, whispering something the Ethan and Thomas before glancing at his female friends. “We’ll leave you two alone.”

The three walked away from Y/N and Victoria, going to do God knows what. The L/N was shocked to hear Vic’s own confession and it was obvious, which made the blonde laugh. She went to sit on the couch in the same spot that Damiano had just gotten up from.

“Did I hear that right,” Y/N voiced aloud, not really meaning to.

The bassist nodded. “Yes, you heard that correctly. I have had feelings for you for so long. I thought I had been clear about it but I guess my attempts weren’t enough. So, yes, I love you and it’s something I’ve wanted to say for a while. You really thought you were not good enough for me? You are more than that to me.”

Y/N couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes but she didn’t allow them to fall. This was really happening! Vic actually loved her. She had dreamed of this moment but it felt impossible for it to really happen. However, she couldn’t be happier.

She was speechless at first but soon regained control of her brain. “Really? I just thought you were being friendly to me. You are the most amazing person so yeah, I did think that you wouldn’t see me as anything other than a friend.”

Vic glanced down at N/N’s lips before focusing back on her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

It was such a simple question but it held so much power over the L/N, who was quick to nod and agree. Their lips met and it was better than Y/N imagined. The two pulled away after a couple more seconds and the H/C haired girl smiled.

Vic wrapped her arm around the other girl’s body before asking the important question she had on her mind. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Y/N L/N laughed and her smile never faltered. “Yes, of course! I would love that.”

Victoria brought her now girlfriend closer and rested her head on top of Y/N’s, the two staying like that until they eventually had to get up.

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“That when a heart breaks, it ain't broken forever” - MV1

Pairing : Sierra Verstappen x Max Verstappen (Main) , Sierra Verstappen x Victoria Verstappen (Mentioned) , Sierra Verstappem x Blue Jaye Verstappen (Mentioned) , Sierra Verstappen x Sophie Kumpen (Mentioned)

Genre : angst , sad , emotional, just get the tissues okay

Mentions : drg use, addiction, death, character death, oc death

about oc : Sierra Verstappen ~~is~~ was the oldest sibling of the Verstappen Three (Her, Max and Victoria). Was a singer/rapper.

about : After her death due to an OD, Max is cleaning her house out and he finds tucked away in her office and cd holder with unreleased songs, one being Temporary.

Max sits at desk that used to alway occupy his older sister warmth and scent, staring down at the disc with his and Vics name he decides to put it into Sierra’s computer. The video begins with the camera low to the ground filming someone’s feet and Max, being the observer he is, notices it’s Sierra shoes. And as the camera pans up to familiar older girl with dyed dark blue hair and the blue eyes, he starts to get emotional seeing her face once more. And finally, He hears that voice that used to sing him to sleep, that used to stand up for him in school, the voice that would calm his anxiety down after a bad race or a fight with their father.

A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death? - The truth is, I think what scares me the most - Is not being able to say all the things I wanna say to you - When I'm no longer here - So this song is for Maxie for when that day comes

Hearing not just her voice but calling him Maxie, the one who started that nicknamed, made Max tear up a bit. The video fake glitches, to a video of Sierra and Max when Max was a kid,

Where's Maxie? Where's he at?This ain't Maxie! Who is it? It's a monster (ahh)

Max laughed at the video from childhood, Sierra was the only one who could get Max into a video

I've been waiting all night for the sunrise - To take away the dark sky - You're the dad monster and them are the baby monsters and - I'm the mom monster - Oh - All it takes is a new day sometimes - To get me in a better state of mind - Give me a kiss, monster, give me a kiss - Love you (I love you)

Max takes notice that this part is talking about their family's dynamics and the hope that each new day brings healing. The video glitches once more to Max still pretending to be a “monster”. And hearing that ‘I Love You’ once more broke Max’s heart. Once the chorus is over, Verse 2 begins playing, the video cuts back to Sierra sitting in front of at TV that’s playing all and everything of the Verstappen Three (Sierra, Max & Victoria)

Yeah, so Maxie Emil, I wrote you this song - To help you cope with life now that I'm gone - How should I start? Just wanna say - Look after Vicky, Bluey, and Mommy dear - And, sweetie, be strong, I know I was your rock - And I still am, saying goodbye is just not - Ever easy, but why you crying? Just stop - Max, baby, dry your eye, this is not - Forever

Max hears the chorus began again before hearing,

Sissy - What? - When I used to have this when I was a little kid - Baby, are you okay?

Max was surprised to hear their mother's voice, but he was happy to hear it

Yeah, and you will get over me and move on - You can play me on repeat on a song - But don't you dare shed a tear, what'd I tell you? - "Straighten up, little soldier, " them times when I held you - Emilian, it'll be okay, baby, I'm here, Max - I'm watchin' you right now, baby boy, I vow - I will protect you, your guardian angel - As hard as this may feel, us parting is painful - And, darling, the rain will drive you insane still - You will remain strong, Maxie, just hang on - It won't be too long, I need you to move on - And remember, it will get better - 'Cause times heals and when a

Max realizes that, yes he can listen to her music but he wants to hear it person then a recording. Max remembers his fathers rage after a bad race of Maxs, which resulted in Max running away and sitting somewhere by himself crying before he felt the warmth and inhaled the strawberry scented perfume, he had relized his older sister was hugging him and talking him down from this panic attack. Max remembers the words “straight up little soldier. you did great and im still so proud of you.” That one word was one he really only heard from Sierra.

I know this big boy - And he’s really handsome - You know what his name is? - Maxie! - Maxie, how did you know?

Max laughs at his younger confident self,

Yeah, and if there's days where you wanna lock yourself in your room and cry - Just think about how when you were little, how you and I back and forth to the studio, we used to drive - You strapped in the backseat 'cause you were my little sidekick, yeah, sweetie, I know this hurts - Bean, I'm wishing your pain away - Remember this, Maxie Emil - There’s gonna be rainy days - I promise you'll get through 'em and make it regardless - Fuck it, Emilian, I'll be honest - I knew that you was gonna take this the hardest - Sweetie, get up, I know that is is breaking your heart, it's the hardest thing I ever wrote (daddy)Hailie, sweetheart, it's okay for you to let me go - Baby, I promise you that when a-

Max knows and remembers what his sister is talking about. Growing up if Sierra noticed Max was upset, stressed or tired, or just needing a break from karting or dealing with their father, she would take Max with her to the recording studio, Max was almost nearly the first one to hear her music before it was released.

And hearing that nickname Bean, The one Sierra created because Max hated green beans that he would throw them across the room. This part makes Max laugh once more, something he hasn't done in 3 weeks. And once again his bigger sister was right, Max is taking Sierras death harder then anyone, then their younger siblings, their father, their mother and the world.

What's your favorite song? My favorite song right now - Mine and your favorite song, - but I like this part, that's your favorite part, sis?

You're taping me, bitch - I got you on tape cussin' - Can you hear? -Yeah - No, bitch - No what? - No, I said, I said, no, bitch - Okay, no cussin'

Max laughs at this part, Sierra was more of a parent than Jos was to Max. Making him food before and after school, taking him to school, helping him with school work, going to any parent - teacher conferences. With this parental role Sierra had taken on she made sure Max did have some rules one was: No cussing. And Max remembers faking his sister out by saying words that sound close to the swears.

Max leans back, tears in his, and thinks for a moment before grabbing his sister’s phone and getting her managers number off it. Calling her, Max mentions he found the song and wants to see if they can release it, and they do. Max is happy for once these past couple weeks, he knows that she wanted him to find that song, to listen to it, to fight for it to be released. And Max knows Sierra is standing next to him smiling proud once more.

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maxverstappen1 i am surprised the new outlet haven’t said it before us, our sister Sierra Eliza Verstappen has passed away, today marks 5 weeks of her being gone and it’s something i’m not used to. i miss hearing her voice and her nicknames for me. i got in touched with her manager and label to release this song i heard when cleaning out her house, it’s called “Temporary” and in the words of my older sister, “i hope you enjoy, this masterpiece.” - Max Maxie

charles_leclerc she was a lovely person max ❤️

landonorris the big sister of the paddock

f1 the verstappen three !

victoriaverstappen she was proud of Max, of everything you have done and will do

sophiekumpen im so glad you fought for them to release this song son, you can tell Sierra meant every word

lewishamilton replaying this so many times

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billboard Temporary by Sierra Verstappen sill stands at number one for the 34 week in a row, looks like being number one is a Verstappen sibling thing - Keep Streaming

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Dropout Does The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

So my theory about overlap of Dropout and Team Starkid seems to be accurate, and people seemed to like my Dropout does Nerdy Prudes Must Die post, so I'm back for another. Same method and criteria as my previous post, you can go see that if you want to know what they are. Also, I have previously done a similar list with Internet Personalities that included a handful of Dropout people, but I'm gonna try to make this one different.

Also spoilers for potentially anything in the Hatchetfield verse

Paul: Ross Bryant

Ross is a great straight man (in the comedy sense, I don't know his sexuality) while being very funny in his own right, and I think, while Paul has a lot of his own funny moments, it's very important that his character is also the more normal guy reacting to the madness around him. Also, he would slay the Jekyll and Hyde homage that is Let it Out.

Emma : Siobhan Thompson

I think one of the essential parts of Emma's character is an underlying exhaustion with the world, and that is very Adaine Abernant and Ruby Rocks, so I think Siobhan would embody that very well.

Charlotte: Vic Michaelis

I don't think I've ever heard them do a transatlantic accent before, but I just have this gut feeling they'd be so good at it.

Ted: Ify Nwadiwe

While I do genuinely think Ify would be great in the part, if I'm being fully honest, this casting is because I (despite my better judgment) find Ted Spankoffski hot, so casting arguably the hottest man in Dropout in this part makes me seem less damaged for being attracted to the self-proclaimed sleazeball. Also him and Vic seem like they would be great playing off each other.

Bill: Brian "Murph" Murphy

He just has "refuses to drink during the apocalypse so he can be the DD" energy.

Mr Davidson: Brian David Gilbert

Since I'm splitting up all the parts, this basically turns Mr Davidson into a Princess Track where the actor just shows up, sings about desire and being choked while he jerks off, but laments how he can never achieve his dreams, and then pretty much leaves, and I don't know why, but that seems right up BDG's alley.

Melissa: Lisa Gilroy

Lisa Gilroy seems nice, but also kinda scares me, and those are the correct vibes for Melissa (#heymelissacore)

Sam: Jacob Wysoki

My only concern about this casting is that he'd go SO HARD in You Tied Up My Heart that he would keep breaking the handcuffs and/or chair, but that's fine, it would be worth it.

Nora: Katie Marovitch

The "Decaf?" parts of Cup of Roasted Coffee already sounds a bit like her TBH.

Zoey: Rehka Shankar

I feel like Zoey is such an underrated, funny side character in the show (I know she's a very small part, but like every line she has is a banger) and I feel like Rehka is a very underrated performer, so this is a good match.

Greenpeace Girl: Persephone Valentine

Making up the Save the Sea Turtles campaign is such a Sam Nightengale move, and also she would eat up Lah Dee Dah Dah Day.

Alice: Surena Marie

She's got a bit of a baby face (I thought she was like 25) and I think she would handle the change from Alice to Hivemind Alice really well.

Deb: Emily Axford

I'm definitely not just casting this because I want Emily to be my protective and caring girlfriend...

Professor Hidgens: Josh Ruben

I don't have an explanation for this one, this is vibes alone.

General MacNamara: Brennan Lee Mulligan

"Wear a Watch" and a song highlighting how the hivemind is essentially fascist and using the military to destroy any resistance to their regime is so Brennan core.

Homeless Man: Ally Beardlsey

I just feel like this is the part they'd want.

Dan Reynolds: Lou Wilson

Icons play Icons.

Donna: Aabria Iyengar

Icons play Icons

Hard Cuts:

Jacob Wysoki as Ted

Mike Trapp as Paul

Emily Axford as Emma

Jess Ross as Charlotte

Lily Du as Zoey

Grant O'Brien as Professor Hidgens

Grant O'Brien as Ted

Ally Beardlsey as Ted

[irlplasticlamb]

as someone who lives alone: i won't lie, it can be lonely. it can be hard, especially when it comes to money. it's difficult sometimes, to wake up alone and to go to bed alone. but i have to remind myself that i can fill the silence with my friends' laughter, i can fill it with singing, by playing my most favorite album on repeat as many times as i want. i can cook what i want when i want. my pets never want to leave me alone, and occasionally it gets a little annoying even though i'd be lost without them, but it's lovely to know that they're that excited to see me regardless of seeing me every day. minus the confines of my job, i can go to sleep when i want and wake up when i want and don't have to worry about interrupting someone else's sleeping schedule. i decorate my place how i want, whether it is with art of my favorite characters or my favorite books, it is solely my own choice for my own comfort and my own joy. i can let the dishes build up a little in the sink and wait a day to fold the laundry. i can cry for however long i need to. i can come home after a terrible day at work and have the silence be a blessing rather than a curse. mostly, i can allow myself to realize these feelings for what they are and feel them, even when i don't want to. and i remind myself that this is not forever, it is just for right now, and i am building a life for myself that is my own, not tied around someone else's while i am still learning & growing. my heart aches - for it all, yes, but mainly because this is something i have built for myself. i remind myself that it is precious, that it is mine.

hi hello! i just wanted to thank you (from the very bottom of my heart) for this wonderful heartfelt message! you’re so kind to spend so much time writing a message to silly stranger on the internet and i appreciate it so much :)

you actually described everything i LOVE about living on my own — my silly little problem is that after i moved back to poland i’ve been living with my parents and had to postpone moving out so many times because renting an apartment here if you’re a single person is SO hard (rent for studio flats is fucking ridiculous and even finding a place that’s somewhat liveable and isn’t trying to rip you off is miraculous)

i’m lucky that some of my lovely friends live a short bus trip away but most of them moved out years ago and it’s three hours by train to see them (why haven’t we invented teleportation yet fuck ai image generators make me a teleportation machine). i currently live in a small polish village and after living in cities for the past five years Vic Yearns For Cafes

also being a lesbian in rural poland sucks because it’s nearly impossible to meet someone and Vic Also Yearns For A Kiss hahah

so anyways long story short i wanted to thank you again for taking time out of your day to message me and i love y’all a lot and i’m sending all the best vibes and shit :) ❗️❗️❗️

[matataku-hoshi]

Groundhog Day at the Old Vic, London 2023

*dusts off the old blog* It's certainly been a minute, hasn't it! Still here, still a huge GHD fan. In the intervening years, I got to see productions at San Francisco Playhouse and at the Paramount Theatre in Aurora, IL. (I also got married and went through a bunch of other life stuff, but that's neither here nor there). But then it was announced that Groudhog Day would be returning to the Old Vic in 2023 with Andy Karl, and my husband and I used that as an excuse to finally do that UK trip we'd been talking about for years.

Tumblr user colemckenzies did a great post outlining some of the changes between Broadway and 2023 Old Vic. I wanted to further elaborate on some additional changes I noticed. Obviously spoilers to follow:

In “There Will Be Sun”, the first chorus of “Tomorrow spring will come and then there will be blue skies my friend” is cut. It goes straight from “If not tomorrow then tomorrow or tomorrow there will be sun” to “Oh if I could I’d will these clouds away my love”

While obviously the revolves are gone (look at me picking up British-isms 😄), the bedroom set gets wheeled in every loop. They keep the trick from Broadway where this is always done counter-clockwise until the loop finally breaks.

As previously mentioned, there’s a wonderful lyric change in Day One. “Their dumb superstitions and vacuous chat, their total unawareness of the fact their trapped, perhaps you don't miss it if you don't know you lack it, I'm sure there was a pack of xanax in this jacket'

I adore this because of the foreshadowing, and how Phil thinks he’s singing about the townsfolk when he’s really singing about himself.

Dialogue change in 2023 when Phil runs into Jonathan:

Jonathan: “Off to the see the groundhog?”

Phil: “Why, isn’t there a tractor pull or a cow-tipping contest?”

Jonathan, looks confused: “I don’t think that’s today.”

When Rita introduces  to Phil on Day One and reminds him of the flood story, Phil takes a second before recalling, groans, and goes, "Oh, the intern? They didn't even send me a real producer." After which Rita corrects him that she's a real producer now, albeit an associate producer. 

On Day 2 when the sheriff drops his gun, Phil asks "How do you have a permit???"

At the end of Day 2, Rita sings “I mean he acts kind of asshole-ish still. I think he might be mentally ill.” While it’s on the cast recording and the early previews bootleg, I could have sworn it was cut in the final Broadway version. Regardless, it’s restored in the 2023 version.

Phil’s “Help me~~~~” at the end of Day 3 is cut.

In Philandering, they cut the line where Phil "proposes" to Nancy (which I prefer - no one is that stupid, and they make the point later that Nancy is more than a caricature)

Also in Philandering, you can hear the chorus singing, “Gonna party like it’s no tomorrow~~~” in the party scene (formerly the orgy scene). Phil also gets 10 pizzas delivered to his room.

Phil is less aggressive when he confesses his “love” to Rita in One Day. 

On Broadway, they sit down directly on the stage, and Phil leans sideways to Rita to confess. As he gets more desperate, he starts to position himself over her and tries to take her hand, after which she slaps him.

In 2023, they’re sitting on a bench together. Phil tries to take her hand, and she pulls away and slaps him. Still creepy, but much less heading in the direction of sexual assault.

Either way Phil totally deserves to get slapped. I’ve talked to a few people who have said they could never root for Phil because of this scene (which is a fair critique). The 2023 version IMO makes the same point without so much portraying Phil as a potential sexual predator. 

Right before Phil smashes the alarm clock at the end of One Day, he yells “Make it stop!” (“Somebody make it stop”? Memory is a fickle thing)

When Phil kills himself with the gun before Hope, it's more explicit that he stole the gun off of the sheriff with his faulty holster.

I don't remember if this is new, but when Phil wakes up at the beginning of Hope, he touches the side of his head where he shot himself and even though he knows that the day will always reset, he still looks a little surprised and it's heartbreaking. 

For the third death/revival in Hope (where Phil climbs the ladder):

Broadway: Phil reappears in bed

Old Vic 2023: Phil reappears on the scene of the broadcast, fully dressed

As noted, lots of changes to If I Had My Time Again. 

Cast recording: "The thing with these revolving rides / they're only fun because you know they're going to end"

Broadway (as of early in previews): "I was completely dead inside / But today I'm like 85%"

London 2023: We're back to the cast recording lyrics.

IMO the orchestration and lyric changes are for the better. I adored this song on the cast recording, but in the August Wilson theater it frequently felt swallowed up.

With the emphasis on just Phil and Rita, it’s a much more intimate song, which is what the scene needs IMO.

I also love Rita’s new lyric “Go to all the parties that I missed / Kiss all the boys I was too afraid to kiss”, because then it’s Rita fulfilling her “time again” when she kisses Phil during Seeing You.

After "If I Had My Time Again", Phil eats a carton of Ben & Jerry's while discussing the almanac with Rita. I love the implication that he’s eaten all of this junk food before, but he’s trying it again with her.

Dialogue change after "If I Had My Time Again" 

Phil: "You know, Larry, we never really talk."

Broadway Larry: "Sometimes I think you don't notice that I'm there."

London 2023 Larry: "Well you never brought me donuts before."

Not a change, but I was sitting close enough one night to see the stock photos they use for Ned’s wallet pictures of his kids, and I realized that “little Mary” is just a baby. It really hit home that Ned has probably just lost his wife in the last year or two, and he’s trying to raise five very young kids on his own.

In the Broadway/cast recording versions of "Philanthropy", you can hear some melodic callbacks to earlier songs. In the London 2023 version, the chorus actually sings lines like, "I'm not sure what the point is / But this point is it don't matter" and "If I had my time again I would not do it all the same"

There's no pause of silence before "Seeing You" starts

After Phil and Rita run off into the snow at the end of Seeing You, the couples left dancing are Nancy/Larry, Debbie/Fred, and then Mrs. Lancaster dances alone in the snow in joyous wonder. I love this bit, becuase it feels like all the different ways you can find a new meaning of love (Nancy/Larry, the couple just discovering each other, Debbie/Fred, who have moved into a new phase of their relationship, and then Mrs. Lancaster, who even as an old woman can revel in the beauty of the snow)

In 2023 when Phil takes Rita to see the sunrise, he makes her cover her eyes, and then unveil them once the full sunrise is in view. It’s very sweet.

Anyway, I love this show, and I love talking about this show, so please feel free to hit me up! I may post more general thoughts, etc. if anyone is interested.

[lady-jane-asher]

April 5th 2024, happy beloved 78th birthday to the one and only Jane! She’s been my inspiration for around 12 years since I first discovered about her. It’s been a wonderful journey getting to share new pictures I find, my scans, colourisations and accurate information in regards of the pictures I found. May I be able to meet her one day. 🤍

This post will be divided in two, as the picture shown was used for two different newspapers that I scanned therefore the subtle mark on the photos. And you might have seen the photos with my old username so I am sharing them with the new one!

Jane Asher and Gawn Grainger as Juliet Capulet and Romeo in “Romeo and Juliet” presentation while being on tour in the USA, 1967.

First picture is my edition and enhancement from historical picture auction scan, second one is my scan from the newspaper, and third one is the scan of the newspaper.

Jane Asher-More Than a Beatle's Bird

In cities all across the U.S. this spring Beatle fans are swarming to a touring production of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet staged by the Bristol Old Vic Company. When Juliet appears on stage for the first time the reaction is almost always the same. Applause thunders through the theater. Flash bulbs pop—electrifying the scene like summer lightning. At the end of the play young girls scream the name of the actress who plays Juliet: "Jane Asher! Jane Asher!" This is the girl they have come to see. To a Beatle fan Jane Asher's romance is even more exciting than the story of Romeo and Juliet. Jane Asher, in case you haven't heard, is the girl friend of Paul McCartney-the last unmarried Beatle.

An Interview With Jane

To find out what kind of girl dates a Beatle and also has enough talent to

perform in one of England's most respected theatre groups, CURRENT EVENTS Editor Nancy Malone talked to Jane Asher in New York City. The 20-year-old actress seemed puzzled when asked why teen-age girls scream for her. "I don't really know," she said “and I don’t think they’re quite sure themselves. Once they’re with me, they seem a little lost and aren’t sure what to do or say”.

Miss Asher, in contrast to her fans, is not at all confused. She is looking the forward to a successful career in the theatre—on her own merit, not because of her friendship with a Beatle. The actress with the golden-red hair is well on her way to stardom. Her portrayal of Juliet with England’s Bristol Old Vic company has been highly praised. The company is nearing the end of 16-city american tour, which began in Boston last January. After appearances next month in Bloomington, Ind., Detroit, and Cleveland, the company will perform at expo 67 in Montreal. Then the actors and actresses will retur to England.

Does Jane Asher hope to do more Shakespeare? "Oh, yes." she said, “I'd like to do all the Shakespearean heroines-especially Lady Macbeth. But I'd also like to do modern comedy. I wouldn't like ever to stick to just one thing. For example, I don't want to do all movies or all stage. Though if I had to choose, I'd choose stage. I like having a live audience.

Movie Fame Unimportant

"I know you can become more famous by being in movies,", Jane said. "but I've had a taste of that kind of glamor, and I know I don't want it. I want to be a good actress." Jane, who has been acting since she was five years old, comes from a show business family. Her brother, Peter Asher, has toured the U.S. several times. He makes up one-half of the popular singing duo Peter and Gordon.

But Jane hesitates to encourage outer young people to become entertainers. "It's really not the glamorous life people imagine. It's hard work with rehearsals all day and shows every night. And when you come right down to it, acting is really only pretending you're something else on stage." Although Jane made several films during her childhood, she attended regular m schools—not acting schools for m professionals. "I'm glad I got a normal education," she said. "I think it gave me a more balanced view of life. In addition to several Shakespearean roles, Jane has played Alice in Alice in Wonderland, Wendy in Peter Pan, and Eliza Doolittle in Pygmalion. Juliet, however, is the highlight of her career.

Jane and the Bard

She is particularly delighted that she is helping to acquaint American teenagers with Shakespeare. She commented on her own attitude as a 13-year-old: "I suppose I felt as all English schoolchildren do-that Shakespeare was pretty dull stuff with lots of language I didn't understand. I know I wasn't mad about it." Now, at 20, she believes that Shakespeare wrote "the greatest roles in the world." She added: "On this tour, I've gotten a lot of mail and it has meant a great deal to me. Some of the letters from kids say “We came to see you. We were so surprised. We really liked the play.” “That’s great. That’s a real accomplishment to me —as an actress”.

[glastly]

Hope you guys don't mind me just sharing songs I like every now and then... here's a list of songs I like and why I like them :3 for fun :3

You can definitely check out some of the songs if you feel interested!! You don't have to listen to ALL ofc but if any of my descriptions pop out to you, feel free to have a listen :]

- I rlly like this song!!! at first I was like "ooh, sick ass drum beat" and then I was smacked in the face with the sheer beauty of the vocals and bgm.. it's a very pretty song! makes me sad though

- This song is also very nice, MCR's slower songs make me feel a very specific type of emotional... gerard way's voice is just so so so good and I love the way he sings with emotion in all of the band's songs..... Plus I really like the guitar solo in this :3

- This is actually one of my favourite songs, I love EVERYTHING about it... It just ticks all my boxes,, and it makes me so emotional because of the lyrics and the guitar and UGH VIC FUENTES VOICE.... Very good, me fave song... maybe even my number one....

- ERM... AVril Lavigne is a big celebrity crush of mine she's very pretty and her live singing voice is INSANELY good, unfortunatley idk too many of her songs and only know the popular ones but this song is a classic and it makes me sad(iSEE THE WAY YUR ACTING LIKE YOURE SOMEBODY ELSE GETS ME FRRUSTRAATEDD😫/lyr)

- DID YOU KNOW THAT I DRAW HALF OF MY METTATON DRAWINGS WITH THIS SONG LOOPED IN THE BACKGROUND GAHHAHA I'm so basic but you can't go wrong with the QUEEN(gaga) she's literally perfect

- This song is just 2018 memories to me.. When I was 10 years old Sushush was my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE artist and they did an animatic to this song and I loved it sm.. very nostalgic!

- This song is literally so omg. I dont know if anybody knows this but I was such a big akiangel person and I'd listen to this on loop for MONTHS because I was so obsessed with the ship HELP I love old songs.. plus this one's so catchy, 10/10

- Not many people really know this because I never talk about it but I'm a big J-hiphop fan and I lav home made kazoku... this song reminds me of year 8, itz very groovi

- I rarely listen to songs like this, but it's honestly fire and I listen to it pretty often.. AND UM.. I FOUND IT THRU AN OLD 2019 ANIMATIC MEME TREND HAHHW MAYBE YOUVE SEEN THE VIDS TOO

- Oh this song... I like arctic monkeys but I only know like two songs, but I LOVE how Alex turner doesnt "Americanise" his accent because I always see non american vocalists sing in a different accent than they speak in.. But anyway this song is very good, catchy bassline, catchy song, catchy everything. Def recommend! makes me nostalgic

[justjams2003]

Blossoms- 14

Pairing: Erik Destler x OFC (Mariposa Claremont)

Summary: A young author travels away from her family to The Opera she has heard so much about. She is lost and confused and yet still seems to get a job there as a cleaner. Yet when she meets a mysterious man there, everything changes. Her mind is entirely consumed, but will she allow her burning need for him to consume her life as well?

Warnings: Teasing, singing (it is a PotO fanfic so that is to be expected...), mentions of the death of a grandparent, parent issues, talk of patriarchy, alcohol. Tell me if I miss any

Word count: 2,1k

Masterlist

Part 13~Part 14(coming soon)

Dividers: @yaynowimglad @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Tags: @rclector @jordanmunson3 @ann-vic-9 @ssssssws-world @gryffin-whore

“Mariposa Claremont.” Before I can utter another word, I can see the recognition in his eyes. His face forms into this wide grin, that seems like he could get away with anything. “No way, Claremont?” He chuckles and then takes a big sip of his bear. The foam clings to his top lip and he licks it off, then he hums. Then he holds out his hand for me to shake.  

“Elliott O'Murphy.” My eyes go wide and if my cheeks weren’t already pink from the cold, they are now. “My parents have been like trying to marry you to my older brother for like, forever.” He laughs and shakes his head. I sigh and roll my eyes, just my luck to meet the man I’ve been trying to avoid’s brother. “Please tell me you’re not as obnoxious as he is.” I say, scratching my scalp as I cringe.  

Again he laughs, “Trust me, I feel about him the same as you do. He’s been fed with a silver spoon all his life and he believes the sun shines out of his ass.” He places his hand over his chest to show his sincerity. “And you don’t?” I ask, raising a brow and placing my hands on the pint of beer.  

“Let’s just say I prefer to avoid saying my last name.” I smile at that comment since I relate so much. I then take a sip of the beer. It burns down my throat and leaves a sour taste in my mouth. “Eww, who drinks this?” I say, coughing and sticking out my tongue. He lets out a boisterous laugh which makes that an embarrassed smile slowly creeps onto my face.  

“You’ve never had beer before?” He says, his eyes wide in shock. “No! I don’t usually go into the areas of town where beer is drunk, like this place...” I say, looking around at this dirty pub. Drunkards play dice and a bard sings terribly off tune and people can’t help but glare at him.  

“Ohh, okay, I see, so you’re like Carson. You two fit together perfectly! Too pompous for the peasants of France.” He says dramatically, and I can’t help but gasp and shake my head. “No, nothing like that! It’s just, I’m a lady and don’t take part in such activities as drinking myself stupid.” I say, then directly after taking a sip of my beer, trying to get used to the sour yeast taste.  

He too raises his brow, “Ladies also don’t usually cry in piles of trash at night in the rain.” I just huff at his response, knowing he’s right. After all, my stupid unladylike acts are what got me in this situation in the first place. “How exactly did you end up, you know, crying on a pile of trash?”  

I sigh and lean my head against my hand. “Well, I work at the opera house, chasing the dream!” I say, lifting my beer as if to celebrate what people rarely have the guts to do. “And uh, let’s just say that I really need to learn how to keep my big mouth shut. So I’ve basically kicked myself out of the only place I had to live...”  

We both take a sip from our beer. “Why not go home?” He ask with a shrug and I scoff. “That is exactly what I can’t do! I can’t let my parents know that I basically failed on what I set out to do. That’ll really go to their head and before I know it, I’ll be birthing your nephews.” I pout taking another sip. “Oh yeah and we can’t have that.” Again I just sigh and roll my eyes, I’ve just met him but he so easily plays banjo with my nerves.  

“Why are you here then? Shouldn’t you be... doing whatever it is that your family does?” I ask and he laughs at me having no clue how his family has got their fortune. “Well, you see I was not raised by my pretentious parents and rather by my grandmother. And she refuses to leave France.”  

I can’t help but let my brows furrow. “Why? And your grandfather?” “Well, if you bothered to learn family history or care about someone other than yourself, you’d know he’s dead. And my grandmother was Prima Ballerina at the Opera House. I suppose this is where she feels most home. And I come to visit between working on the shipping ships. Which is what we do, by the way. Transport goods.”  

That’s new. And actually very beautiful. Touching, I wish I had that type of connection with someone in my family. “I do care about others.” I reply back, with a shrug. “I just can’t make them a priority. It’s a difficult world for a young girl like me. Woman will always be put second, I’ll just have to put myself first.”  

“The fact that, that is what you choose to focus on just proves a point.” I just shrug my shoulders. I am kind, yes, I’ll help other’s out if they ask, but I won’t put anyone else above myself. “I-” Right at that moment the bard hits another terrible note. Both Elliott and I cringe at the noise.  

Then he gets a terribly mischievous grin. “You work at the opera house, why don’t you sing us something?” I blush and shake my head. Looking down at the bubbles in my drink. “Oh come onnn, anything can be better than him.” He says, dragging out his words to encourage me. Again I shake my head, but he insists by standing  up, coming to my side of the table and pulling me from my seat.  

“Elliott!” I squeal, being picked up and placing me on my feet. I glare, looking up at him. “I’m gonna go tell him you want a turn.” He says, his cheeky grin growing bigger. “I am begging you not to.” I grab him by his wet coat and he seems to think for a moment before seeming to give up.  

I thought. Until he steps up on the table. “My son John was tall and slim and he’d a leg for ev’ry limb!” And then suddenly, because somehow everyone in the pub knows this song, sings back at him. “But now he’s got no legs at all for he ran a race with a cannon ball! Timmy roo dun da, fadda riddle da!” I’ve got no idea what they’re singing!  

All of them are at least a little tipsy and at most about to piss themselves. But still they sing back with slurred words and a big smile on their faces. They stomp on the floor and slam down their own pints of beer to make a beat for the song they’re singing. It doesn’t seem to need any music, only the drunkan chants. And when they seem to finish their song, their cheer and clap.  

“Another!” Someone yells and Elliott smirks looking down at me, smirking, while I blush bright red. “A song from the lady?!” He calls out and they all cheer. I almost die from shock. “Elliott!” I’ve never met anyone bolder than me and now that I have I can’t seem to keep up.  

He holds out his hand, which no longer has gloves on, urging me on as everyone demands for more. I cave, why not have a little fun? I slip my hand in his, it’s rough, like someone who’s worked hard all their life. But when I’m standing up on the table and all these people are looking up at me, I freeze.  

I look up at Elliott’s stormy grey eyes, who flicker with joy. “I don’t know any songs that they’d like.” He scoffs and groans. “Come on, you must know something!” He encourages and I just sigh. In panic, the only thing I can think of is one of my maids, who would watch me when my mother couldn’t, which was always. She used to sing to me when I would beg and beg to hear some sort of music.  

“Look how the light of the town, the lights of the town are shining now. Tonight I’ll be dancing around. I’m off on the road to Galway now.” Before I know it Elliott is joining me, commanding the bard to play the tune on his flute. Then, the drunken men join me. I mumble over the Irish parts of the song, not that anyone really notices. Elliott takes my hand in his and we dance across the table. His hand is warm. 

I don’t hold back my smile or singing. When I sing and dance there is no control. Just the free flow of movement and music. Who would want to have power of something bigger than yourself? There is no dominating music. There is no mastery and there never will be. Only energy, flowing from you to those around you and back. And anyone who dare tries to command it should be punished for believing they ever could.  

When the song is finished, again everyone cheers. I turn to Elliott, he looks so confident. He’s not afraid to be seen, be perceived. As if he’s never been shamed in his life. Like he’s never had to deal with pressure to be perfect, just to be happy. His broad shoulders are relaxed and his wide smile seems to freeze time.  

“Get of the table, vous deux idiots!” The waitress yells behind us. “Allez Judith, ne sois pas si aigrie. On s'amuse juste un peu!” Elliott replies and I can barely keep up with their quick French. “Are you going to clean the table then?” The waitress asks with a pointed look, crossing her arms.  

Elliott winces, then climbs off, holding his hand out for me too to settle my feet on the floor. “No can do, we’ve got to get going.” He turns to the window, it’s stopped raining, I didn’t even notice. “How much do we owe you?” He asks, pulling out a pouch of money. She sighs and rolls her eyes.  

“5 Francs per piece.” Elliott pulls out the exact amount then they both kind of just stare at me. “Oh! Right.” I feel for my money in the pockets of my dress, until I remember, I left everything back in the Opera House. I wince and look up at my new friend. “I left it all back there...” He just sighs and hands the waitress another five Francs.  

“Now come, grand-maman is already going to be mad at me for bringing a guest without telling her. We don’t want to make her any angrier by being late.” He says, holding the door open for me. “You’re letting me come with?” He nods, “My grand-maman would be furious if she found out I let you sleep in here.”  

I can’t help but chuckle, such a bold man covering in front of his grandmother. I smile at him, “Thank you.” Again he sighs and this time scratches his neck. “You’re not all that bad. Nowhere near as bad as Carson. Almost bearable.” A sweet moment ruined again. “I shouldn’t have told you who I am.” I sigh, once again stepping on his hand to climb up on the horse’s back.  

“Yeah but you did. And I’m really enjoying it to tease you.” Again I sigh and just roll my eyes. It’s so strange. It’s rare for me to talk to a guy at the Palais Garnier. All the maids are women and I share a room with the ballet girls. It’s only Erik and I can’t really joke with him like this. He’s sensitive and rigid at the same time.  

I can’t get through to him and at the same time he takes everything to the heart. He’s so contradicting... But I guess I am too. I say I was raised to be ladylike and then dance on tables singing with drunk men I don’t know. I say I care about other’s, but don’t give Erik a chance to change... But I shouldn’t. He’s being immature. Telling me who I can like and who I can’t.  

“You shouldn’t frown like that.” I scoff, of course he has something to say. “You shouldn’t tell me what to do.” Now it’s his turn to scoff. “Brave of you to say to someone who’s giving you a place to say.” I huff and pout, how is he always right? “You just have to have the last say.” I mumble under my breath. “You’re quick to make assumptions of me.” He sounds almost offended?  

“Am I right?” I ask, peering down at him. He just scoffs and shakes his head. “No, if I’m wrong I’ll admit it. But I rarely am so...” I snipe back at him. “Okay, yeah, such a delight to be around.” I mumble and now he snipes back. “Says the spoiled brat.” “Wow! Alright, I see how it is.”  

The whole way to his grand-maman goes like this. He makes a comment, I retort back, until eventually we both just kind of...laugh about it...? I like seeing him smile, I wouldn’t mind seeing more of his smile...  

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[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

Hello!!! I hope you're well. I want to ask you if I'm the only one who thinks that Víctor wasn't his mom's priority... I don't want to upset anyone, but I feel like his mom abandoned him a bit when she went to Paris, and she didn't care much about what will happen with little Vic, as at one point we are even told "Although I don't understand why Mommy had to go so far to work as a teacher, she had been visibly grumpy for a while (...) But luckily, ever since she went to France, I've seen smiles on her face again." I feel like the lady prioritizes herself, and she won't care how much Victor needed her. Sorry for such a long comment LOL. And again, I know many revere the lady, and I don't want to offend anyone, I just want to know if anyone else saw this.

hello! I’ve been doing much better lately, thank you! hope you’re doing well too~ ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ಡ

there’s no need to walk on eggshells, haha. and to be very honest with you, no you’re not the only one. i’ve had similar conversations with other players both on global and CN before (even had one yesterday with @/thedummysdummy after seeing your ask), and have read the CN players’ different analyses on it before too.

if you want my personal take on the matter, it’s one of those moments as the omniscient audience, y'know? and precisely because we’re shown the entire picture, it becomes harder to decide whether you want to be rational about it or be driven by human emotions. but one thing I would say first, regardless of what went down, it’s a wonder that he was so mature beyond his years since childhood and grew up to be the wonderful man he is today, given that when you really think about it just how easily he could’ve grown up with traumas/ or some form of abandonment issues considering his childhood experiences and how deeply sentimental he is. to borrow MC’s words, the grand miracle indeed.

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✦ regarding Victor’s mom and her moving to Paris permanently:

from Victor’s contents throughout the years, we know that Victor’s mom and dad would talk on the phone for hours on end (3rd birthday story), his dad would still call his mom’s number after she had passed away (4th birthday story, and just like how Victor used to as we found out in the Rooftop Date story), he would send her gifts and stuffs when little Victor went to visit his mom (Sea-circle event story) etc., indicating they had a good relationship. Victor’s mom had her ring on in his 3rd birthday card, which meant they were still together. And despite all this, you can feel that cord of dissonance between them— we never got any mentions of Victor’s dad visiting her, and Victor’s mom moving away from her beloved and child permanently like that really doesn’t sing harmony either. but then again, we can’t make any assumptions given that we don’t know what really went down between them.

another point to note, Victor had spent a good share of his early childhood in Èze, France at his maternal grandparents’ (S1 CH 37 R&S, Passing the Winter ASMR). Later on, his mom permanently moved to France when he was 7 years old (or rather moved back), and even her cemetery is in France. This makes you wonder if she never got over her homesickness/ adapted to this country? What exactly was her illness, especially since there’s no details on that end?

again, his mother loved him, like you expect a mother to love their kids, undoubtedly. But it’s the harsh reality when you have working parents, who also happen to have their own ambitions to chase after.

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✦ and that brings us to how this affected little Victor:

y'know his maturity beyond his years is both a blessing and a curse. I can vouch for that from my personal experiences too, haha :> anyway,

« it’s a curse, because » when I was going through the sea-circle event you quoted from, all I could think about was just how deep his selflessness is rooted in. he was a 7 year old for god’s sake— but all he wanted was for his parents to be happy, no matter how much it pained him. and you know what happens as a result? people take you for granted. his parents loved him dearly, yes, but they were absent for most of his life.

he mastered the French cuisine when he was only 11-12 years old (S2 30-33 R&S), because his mom was already settled in Paris and his dad could never be home. he never told anyone about his Evol, never told anyone about the orphanage kidnapping incident and losing MC in that horrific situation. and he kept searching for her in however ways a little kid could without ever telling anyone, until he grew up and built his piller himself for more effective and thorough approach e.g., appointing a detective etc.

he learned stock market handlings when he was only 14 years old to earn for himself and bear his responsibilities (e.g., paying for Yan Yan and the kid), so that he could grow up fast. because he did not want to be a burden nor did he want to rely on anyone for what he wanted to do (4th birthday story).

human emotions are very fragile and delicate. once smashed, they are nearly impossible to piece together, just like broken shards. tbh, the gradual negligence and feeling of loneliness can leave scars even deeper than a traumatic event. wonder why he built that armor for himself and the writers emphasize how he’d have succumbed to that life of loneliness and solitude had it not been for MC stepping into his barren desert? and not to mention, his Evol itself is the biggest curse on him, paving the road to perpetual loneliness and solitude.

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« it’s a blessing, because » again, what comes under the light here is just how mature he’s always been. you can see how despite his obvious disappointment, loneliness, pains — he never once let himself “feel”/ ponder the direction that he was being left behind. even when he felt too worn down to bear, he directed his thoughts to his parents’ happiness. and when you think about how throughout the years, we’ve seen him clinging onto every little shard of his mom he could find — you can see the budding of negative impacts were right there on the other side of the threshold, but he never allowed himself to cross that door. *points wildly at Winter World Victor and S2 CH 46 amnesia Victor*

as he grew up, he split his attention to different plates, kept himself busy and occupied to never allow that seed to be sprouted. he let himself be content and never expected anything more (flashbacks to his 5th birthday date).

and you see this coming into the surface in his relationship with MC— how despite his suffocating schedule with all the responsibilities he has— he still manages to rip out even a little bit of time for only MC, his most precious lover, out of his daily schedule and makes the effort to make every moment count, proves to her how he takes each of her words, however big and small, to heart and puts them into action.

ever wonder why “quality time” is one of his primary love languages? there’s your answer on a silver platter. (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

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[noblelightfighter]

Caging the Songbird

Word count: 2376

Prompts: "It's just a scratch." "Forget I asked."

Warnings: breaking an entering, cardiac arrest, CPR, kidnapping. This is how Novali ended up with the bad batch. Fun times.

I figured I might as a well posts these now seeing how some of them are a little more heavy and people are not exactly looking for this anymore. Or reading what I write, so might as well😁 (the freedom is amazing)

They didn't have enough time.

The batch didn't have enough time.

Crosshair didn't have much time. I need to move faster! He thought as he scaled the apartment building.

This next mission from Cid was too important to mess up. 

It was too important to not take.

Stopping a former Sepperast’s trade deal of illegal weapons was too important.

The only problem was it was happening at a party. A singing contest of all things.

And the favorite singer gets to serenade the Seppies while the trade takes place.

The Batch can sing though, thanks to the boy Russell and the dragon Inferno, they can all sing very well. But the problem was, the favorite singers were female, and they were NOT going to risk Omega again. Not after Idaflor.

He checked his tracker and saw that he needed to go up one more floor. Almost there.

On their way to the planet that was hosting the event, they made a stop on a moon to refuel and gather supply's, and since they had extra credits to spare, they decided to eat at a restaurant. And there they found good food, good customer service, and the perfect singer(according to Crosshair). A local nobody named Novali Penske.

He reached the floor and quietly crept down the hall to her door, noting the med kit on the wall for some reason.

She served them their food in a cheerful way that put them at ease as she seemed to be oozing peace, and when she wasn't attending them she was singing to the music in the store and acting rather silly when there was nothing else to do. She would put on a performance with some coworkers by re-enacting a Holo show or movie and it was entertaining to some of the Batch, and gave three of them the same idea.

He came to her door and counted a few seconds to center himself.

Hunter asked her if she would be interested in signing up for the singing contest, but she refused, claiming she was not interested. Then Tech asked if she would be willing to do it for credits and she still refused. At that point she noticeably became more wary of them. When Crosshair asked why she was being so stubborn, only making her more on edge, she confessed it was because she was leaving the moon that day after her shift was over. She and her family of thirteen brothers and three sets of parents were moving to a different planet because the Empire was taking over their home by the end of the week and they wanted off before then.

Echo apologized for their behavior and wished her and her family luck with fleeing, earning a side glare from Crosshair.

Crosshair readjusted his hold on his blaster, setting it to stun.

When they all left the restaurant, Crosshair went back to Novali and gave her a tip as an apology for his tone. She took it hesitantly but quickly pocketed it without looking at the credits, and if she had looked more carefully, she would have seen the tracker. He nodded at her and then left, and when he came back to the Havoc Marauder, he changed into his imperial armor and hid in the shadows of the city. He stalked around until Novali left her job and went back to her apartment, and that was when Tech commend him to ask him where he was. He gave a vague answer and that was when Hunter joined in on the conversation and said he was going to hunt Crosshair down if the sniper didn't show back up in ten minutes.

That was thirty minutes ago.

Novali moved fast, he observed, but he was faster. 

He knocked on the door and he heard her. “Hang on a sec, Vic! I'm grabbin Biggen!”

Biggen? What was that? A Tooka?

Novali placed her duffel bag on the floor and picked up her rather big jade plant named Biggen, then she cracked open the door and saw the armor. 

Her blood froze. 

Time froze.

She only saw that kind of armor once. When the Empire first showed up, it wasn't exactly peaceful and there was a small skirmish where many of the people she knew died, but the troopers were wiped out. And it was an experience she never wanted to relive. 

Her adrenaline shot up.

They came early?! Why?! What do they want with me? Was it those guys from earlier?!

She slammed the door and tried to lock it, but Crosshair kicked it open and knocked her back. She screamed in fright and threw her potted plant at him, hitting him in the chest and knocking him off as he fired at her and missed. She ran down the hall to a bedroom and locked the door there, panting and shaking violently. She skimmed the room and realized that her only way of escaping was the front door or her windows in the living room, as the windows in her room were barred. This isn't going to be like the fights with the boys. This is life or death!

Crosshair snarled as he brushed the dirt off of his armor and stalked into her apartment. “Come on out, little Songbird. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

Novali grabbed her comm and a bat and called Victor. He answered quickly. “Hey Nova-”

“VICTOR THEY'RE HERE! AT MY APARTMENT! PLEASE HURRY! PLEASE!!” She screamed into her comm. Her fear was now overwhelming her to the point of tears. She knew she didn't have the strength to take this invader on by herself, and if she lost, she would lose her family. Not now! Oh Maker NOT NOW!!

“Who are you calling?” Crosshair called to her as he jiggled the door handle.

“Nova! Take deep breaths!” Victor’s voice turned deadly serious and she knew she needed to listen, but she didn't have time. “I'm almost there! Get down to the lower levels and jump into my vehicle!”

“He’s Outside My Bedroom Door!” She backed up more away from the entrance. 

“It's going to be okay, Nova! Keep the comm on and fight dirty! You've fought before!” Novali pocketed her comm and grabbed the large mirror against her wall and braced herself behind it. She didn't know what she was doing, but hoping that the mirror would scare him enough for her to get away.

Crosshair knocked down the door and was met with himself charging at himself. Novali slammed the mirror into him and it slammed him against the wall, scattering glass everywhere and on themselves, earning herself a few cuts before making a mad dash to the front door, only to be greeted by the mercenary with the scarf, except this time he had his helmet on. She tripped over her feet in the middle of the room, but skipped to a squatting position to catch herself.

No… they were working with the Empire. I just gave away our plans to the enemy!

Hunter saw the fear increase as her eyes widened at the sight of him and saw the despair enter in her. This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening! He thought. “Havoc 4 What-”

Crosshair came around the corner covered in glass, with his blaster up pointing at the girl. She turned around to face him and the pure horror on her face was something he was never going to forget as she sat frozen on the floor staring down the barrel of the blaster.

“DON'T!” Hunter yelled.

“PLEASE!” Novali begged as she lifted up her arms.

Crosshair pulled the trigger and stunned her.

Novali let out a strangled gasp before collapsing to the ground and as she laid there, she took in a few more shaky breaths before she inevitably stopped moving.

Crosshair was smirking triumphantly beneath his helmet. They didn't need to go looking for a singer anymore. They could do the mission now. They had their Songbird. Her wings temporarily clipped from the stun, and laid still on the floor.

Too still.

Oh no.

“NOVA! ARE YOU THERE?! FORGET I ASKED! I'M COMING UP!” Victor's voice rang loud and clear through the comm.

Before Hunter could grasp what just unfolded in front of him, Crosshair quickly rolled the girl over onto her back, pulled out her comm, and blasted it. That snapped Hunter awake. “Crosshair. What have you done?!” His voice was low, almost a whisper.

Crosshair didn't answer his brother as he was checking for vitals. No breath, no pulse. No no no nononono! He removed his helmet and began performing CPR on her. “Hunter! Grab the med kit in the hall!”

Hunter’s blood also went cold. He remembered hearing stories that some of the regs who would go into cardiac arrest when being stunned, but it was so ridiculous sounding that he thought that it was made up, until Tech did some digging and found that it was possible but it was extremely rare. About less than one percent of the universe's population could die from being stunned. “It was an overload of the nervous system after all.”

Hunter ran down the hall and grabbed the med kit off the wall, and thankfully it had a defibrillator. He ran back into the apartment and while Crosshair performed mouth to mouth, he regretfully cut open her shirt and rolled up her tank top to apply the stickers. Before he could activate the machine he heard the sound of a speeder and someone calling for Novali. This wasn't good. They couldn't be caught like this. He removed his helmet. “Crosshair, look for a way out of here! I'll take care of her!” He shoved Crosshair's hands off of Novali and continued the chest compressions.

“It's her boss.” Crosshair said robotically. There was more than one person on the stairs though.

Hunter looked at his brother and saw that Crosshair's face was very neutral. He was hiding something. “Just go!” Hunter ordered as he turned the machine on and the whirring noise only added to the chaos.

Crosshair replaced his bucket and carefully checked his surroundings and heard the many feet ascending the stairs, then the lift started to ping. He quickly shot at it and disengaged it, then he checked outside. They could scale down the outside of the building. They could steal a speeder, and get back to their ship with Novali in tow, if she lives. He heard the “clear!” coming from Hunter followed by the machine jumping her heart. He listened carefully.

Nothing yet.

The feet and yelling were getting closer.

Back into the apartment he went and replaced the door and barred it with a large bookshelf. “We can go through the windows and take a speeder back to the ship.”

Hunter performed mouth to mouth before going back to chest compressions. “And what about her?” He asked, anger clear in his voice.

Crosshair scoffed, but it wasn't genuine. “We take her with us or course.”

“Crosshair if she dies, I'm going to make you sing in a dress for that contest!” Hunter threatened him. He tried the defibrillator again. “Clear!” The machine sent the jolt and it thankfully restarted her heart.

Novali gasped for air and began coughing up fluid from her stomach, so Hunter turned her on her side until she was breathing normally again. Both he and Crosshair let go of the breath they were holding in a collective sigh of relief. Hunter couldn't tell if she was fully awake or not from the way she was moving; reaching out a hand here, legs folding and unfolding, but he was glad she was alive. Then he saw the blood on her arm and pulled down her jacket sleeve and saw the cuts. “What are these?” 

Crosshair shrugged. Those cuts were the least of his worries. “It's just a scratch.” 

Hunter was going to press further, but the voices were really close now. Hunter replaced his helmet and looked up at Crosshair. “I’m carrying her down. You grab her luggage right there.” He pointed at the duffle bag that was by the door.

Novali felt herself being lifted up by someone…

Maybe dangling or flying outside her apartment building…

Was she dreaming…?

She was definitely flying through the streets with someone… They were warm.

So definitely dreaming.

She was cold?

Why was she cold?

Must scooch closer to warmth!

Novali felt strong arms encircle her.

Warm hands…

Warm hugs…

She missed those touches from her mom and dad…

Divorce sucks…

Who was yelling?

They sounded like her brothers… but not her brothers…

Maybe she should be afraid…?

Hello bed…

🎶Hello Darkness my old friend~🎶

“Is she singing?” Crosshair asked as he watched Tech and Omega stabilize Novali's vitals and cover up her cuts.

“I believe she is.” Tech said.

“I guess nothing can stop her from signing?” Omega awkwardly chuckled.

“Not even death itself, so it seems.” Tech commentated. “However, the question is will she now sing for us, given that we are now fleeing her homeworld for our next mission. For if not, I highly doubt we'll be able to return her home without her fighting us or taking a bribe to keep her quiet.” He looked back up at Crosshair with his brow dipping a bit. “She may endanger our lives if she is left by herself, and that is a high risk. She is now a liability.”

Crosshair didn't think about that…. He just wanted to stop this Separatist at all costs, and in turn help his family earn money. He returned his attention back to the girl on the bunk, who was singing in her stunned state. He felt her peace roll off of her once again, soothing his anxiety and guilt, calming him down from the rush of escaping her moon. “I'll handle it.” He replied.

He took out a toothpick as he moved to sit in a monitor chair and started to clean his weapons. He was confident that he could convince Novali to take a bribe of silence, one way or another. And if not, then she'll just be stuck with them. His squad's safety was more important than hers after all. 

[rosietrace]

Camilla Marigold — Thoughts on Quincy King

Second half of this ask for Mercie 😈

Character Featured: Camilla Marigold

Mentioned: Quincy King, Sang Byeol-bit (Both by @terrovaniadorm)

Warning(s): Camilla's inner snake being… Snakes, Quincy is his own warning /j /j, potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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“Ooh, him?? I heard from Byeol-bit that she's close with him, but I'm not that sure. OOH, HANG ON… Just between you and me, but I heard a rumor that whoever's interested in him tends to disappear a lot… I say, stay away from him, sweetie.”

— Camilla Marigold

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Non-verbal Thoughts

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「 General Thoughts 」

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Cami finds Quincy…. Charming. Hm. Peachy.

➜ She's heard of him. Cami figured that her cousin knew everything about everyone at this point. It's no surprise that she already knew about Quincy before meeting him in person.

➜ Oh, she absolutely knows that his fangs are fake. She probably regularly clowns him for it, but won't bother joking about it for too long — lest she “wastes his time”.

➜ Loves his sense of style. And by love, I mean LOVES it. To an unhealthy degree, she loves it. (Honestly, Cami's just wondering when they'll be able to exchange style tips with each other /j /j)

➜ Ooh, an astrology girlie!... That's peachy, I guess. (No joke, Cami probably said this about Quincy at some point 💀)

➜ Both of them are theater kids. The difference is that Quincy can actually sing, whereas Cami…. Yeah, let's not go into that.

➜ The moment she finds out about his unique magic, Camilla's gonna start avoiding Quincy like the PLAGUE 😭 /j /j /j

➜ Say what you will about Quincy, but not even the bitchiest bitch of them all (read: Cami) can deny that he's a charmer!

➜ She wants to inspect him with a microscope /j Like, damn Quincy, why do you wanna keep yourself so vague 💀 let her inspect you 😠

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「 Interactions 」

❐ Probably met through Byeol-bit. However, in Camilla's case, she's probably heard of Quincy's band outside of hearing about him from Byeol-bit.

➜ Both of them have…. A concerning amount of charisma, so really, conversations between them flow about as smoothly as butter.

➜ Quincy probably learned about Cami's two-faced tendencies and her tenuous relationship with gossip 💀 pretty sure she's infamous in RSA enough for her infamy to reach everywhere else in Sage Island..

➜ Cami's pretty fucking thorough at getting dirt on others, and information on them in general. However, in the case of Quincy…. Huh. Not that much to go by.

↳ Y'know, at times, she wishes she could be as good at information gathering as Vic 😭

➜ Unironically enough, Cami genuinely thinks Quincy is an intriguing figure of conversation and wants to know as much about him as possible. Who knows how many secrets that guy might have!

➜ They're both two-faced…. Good lawd, they're both capable of switching personalities like a fucking light switch ☠️

➜ Quincy's one of the few people Cami can't spread rumors about. There's no point in doing so, there's almost nothing about him to begin with. Cami thrives through gossip that has truth written all over them.

↳ Hence, Quincy isn't a target for her.

➜ Honestly, their interactions seem pretty normal. Just two charismatic people, having a decent conversation, right? No. Absolutely not, you're so wrong it's not even funny.

↳ Think of it like a game of 4D chess, they're both trying to see through each other's words and read between each other's lines 😭

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[digowrites]

Lightning in a Bottle

&Team Fuma x OC

—5,391 words (please be nice)

“Sparklers? Really? Those are for kids.” He giggled at his girlfriend’s giant smile as she held out one of the unlit sparklers to him. They were at a fireworks show and her mom had handed her a lighter and some money to go buy some of the sticks for her and her boyfriend. Her mom encouraged them to go further up the hill so they could be alone and not have to be around the little kids and the parents.

“Yeah, but they’re fun and we can draw things in the air with them.” She continued to hold out the sparkler until he finally took it and held it out so she could light it for him. “There we go, now come on and have some fun. Not like we have forever.”

~~~

“Toni!” Vic shouted. He was tired of having to snap his vocalist out of a trance every time they practiced her oldest song. She had wanted to release it for years, but could never force herself to. “C’mon, we can’t keep having you leave us when you sing that song. You zone out after every time we play it and it’s setting us back further and further each time because something feels wrong.”

“Sorry Vic,” Toni never meant to zone out when she sang their oldest unreleased song. It happened sometime around the bridge, the part made for two voices instead of one. It would forever be incomplete, it was never created to be complete without a second person. “I know what’s wrong, I just . . . I can’t do anything about it . . . nothing can be done about it.”

Vic sighed and sat in front of where Toni sat, “I know you want to release the song, but can you? Maybe we should just test it at one of the concerts and see how it would even work live. It would give our fans a taste of it and it might make you finally feel like it’s complete.” Vic offered the solution, not knowing exactly why Toni couldn’t fix what was wrong with the song. He saw the others start to come back into the studio and stood. “Think about it, we have a few days until our concert in Osaka, maybe we could do it there.”

“Nia, hun you alright?” Evelyn, their bassist, asked in her thick southern drawl as she walked into the practice room they had to prepare for the concert. Toni just nodded as she stood, ready for another round of the set list. “How about we call it a day, Nia? You look exhausted.”

“Yeah, T.” Ghost, their lead guitarist, spoke up. “You look like you haven’t slept since we got off the flight. Maybe we should rest and take it easy for a day or two.”

Toni thought for a moment, only for the sheer exhaustion from the previous day to crash as hard as it could on her. “Yeah, that sounds. . . good. We should take a day and rest. I’m gonna go to the hotel and nap.”

~~~

“‘Rollin’ with the thunder, not take a breath we’re goin’ under

We’re gettin’ busy on the backstreets, we don’t need gravity, here in the afterglow’.” She sang as they both leaned over her notebook, staring at the lyrics she had written about their last date together. “How does that sound? Like with a super upbeat backing track and some hidden harmonies on one half of it?” She was hoping he liked it, it was a song for him anyway.

“That’s fantastic, but what if we changed the bridge to being a full harmony?” He asked as his eyes drifted towards the simple lines, “We could make it a higher register and lower register harmony. Recreate it so it would work and form a union almost. One chorus and verse is the masculine, deeper register. Second verse and chorus is the higher register, then they converge in the bridge and through the final chorus.”

“I think that would be amazing. . . “ She turned her head over her shoulder to see him. Their lips met after they chuckled about how she said it, “If it worked it would be like-“

“Catching Lightning in a bottle.” He could finish her sentence any day of the week.

~~~

She was distraught. They had performed the song in Osaka and it was well received, but Toni couldn’t allow it to be released like that. It still didn't sound right, it was still incomplete. It would always be incomplete. The attention from the song managed to make articles from publishers all over Japan, they were saying how their band debuted a new song with a positive reaction despite none of the crowd knowing the lyrics.

“Can you feel at peace with this fuckin song now? It’s a hit and it’s not even officially released.” Vic was frustrated, Toni refused to leave her hotel room. She couldn’t stop crying, it was incomplete despite how everyone seems to love it.

“No I can’t, Vic.” Toni buried herself back in her covers, unable to face the world. All she knew was that she was expected to release the song officially after the tour.

“Toni! You can’t keep saying this song is incomplete! It’s been done for years!” He was shouting now, Vic was fed up. He knew about this song before the others, he was the one who watched as she said it was perfect, it just needed to be recorded. “You told me when I first found out about it that it was perfect and you couldn’t wait to show it to the world! What happened to that? What happened to the girl who wanted to put this song into the world even if it was hated by the whole world except one person?” Vic took a breath to try and calm down in order to not send Toni into another sobbing fit.

“You need to face the music Toni. He’s not gonna find you until he knows you still remember.” She stated at Vic with fury in her eyes, he was the only one who knew why that song was never going to be perfect. “And unless you find him and tell him, he’s not gonna find you.”

“I’m not releasing the song. They can have this one performance, but never again. It will never see any more light after this.” In the time after the concert, Toni grew to hate the song she cherished. She was tired of the constant emails and calls from their record label telling her to put out the recorded song after the tour was finished. “No more practice with it, no more listening, no more reading the lyrics. Nothing.”

~~~

Stars decorated the sky as they laid in the bed of the truck. No wind, just them admiring the lit the sky in a way they never got to see. “They say you will need your soulmate under the stars.” He spoke, startling her from where she laid on his chest.

“Where did you hear that?” She propped herself up in order to look at him properly, “Cause I’m pretty sure it’s more like you and your soulmate will meet IN the stars, if you never met in life.”

“I’m fairly certain it was my version,” He held a smile on his face, “Cause my version makes sure that the beautiful girl I met under the stars is my soulmate.”

“You’re a dork, what makes you think that in my version you can’t meet your soulmate under the stars? For all we know you can meet your soulmate under the stars and in the stars.” She straddled his lap and leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead. He breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief at her words.

“Good, cause I don’t want to have to meet someone else after I’m gone, it seems like a lot of work.” He let a smile decorate his lips as he listened to her giggle at his remark.

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“Dude! Dude! Dude! Listen to this band!” K ran up to his friend, holding a video that went viral of the band Stars of the Night, “This song is amazing, I can’t find the name of it anywhere though.”

Fuma took the phone and clicked play. Lyrics long forgotten poured into his ears, lyrics he inspired and helped refine. He couldn’t see the singer, but he could never forget the voice. “I know the name of the song.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he fought singing the part of the song written for him, it was etched into his memory as if someone took a brand to his brain.

“You do?! Tell me please.” K was begging for the information to be disclosed, “Please it’s stuck in my head and I can’t find it anywhere, even if I type in the lyrics only this video comes up. The band is called-”

“Stars of the Night?” Fuma cut off K with the name he had come up with for the band.

“Yeah,” K was caught off guard by his friend knowing the band already. “Do you listen to them? Wait- that’s not important, what's the name of the song dude? You said you knew it. Tell me, please.” K was practically on his knees to know what the song was called.

“It’s called Lightning in a bottle.”

~~~

“Why are you leaving me Antonia?!”

“Listen to me!” She shouted right back, “I don’t want to leave! I don’t have a choice in this, if I did I would stay right here!” She was leaving in a week to go to the states, her mom wanted to be back where she grew up and she wanted Antonia to finish her teen years there, despite her daughter already being mere days away from 18. Antonia had to break the news at some point that she would be leaving, she just didn’t want it to go this way.

“Then don’t leave!” He yelled, trying to hide how frantic he was trying to come up with ways she could stay with him. “Find a friend who will let you stay! Fuck, I’ll ask my family to let you stay so you don’t have to leave! We’ll find a way . . . just- just please don’t leave me.” It was getting harder and harder to yell through the tears. “Please, please don’t leave me, mi estrella. I love you too much to lose you.”

~~~

“Where are goin’ Nia?” Evelyn whispered as she watched Toni pull on her shoes at 2 in the morning. It was their last day in Japan before they were traveling to Seoul for two days then down to Australia for the rest of the year. Toni wanted to see if it was still there after all these years.

“Just . . . out. Don’t worry about it. . . I’ll be fine.” She grabbed the key to her hotel room and her phone before stepping out of the door and walking to the elevator. Her breath could be seen outside as she walked through the streets as if she had never left. Her hood was up and she was holding hope within her heart that it remained untouched.

She turned down the alleyway they used to take and crossed through the park. She disappeared into the treeline and found the small carving in the tree they first kissed at, letting her know she found the trail. A ways up the trail, another tree with a carving stood one she hadn’t seen before, Te amo mi luz de las estrellas. I always will. It was the same carving style as the one before so she knew he had made it. She wanted to sit right at the foot of the tree and sob as she remembered everything she had to leave behind, her friends, her family, her love. Toni knew she couldn’t just sit there and mope, so she kept walking along the trail that opened to a pond now frozen over.

“It’s still here . . .” She whispered as she walked to the edge of the old dock and sat down at the place she would sit during the day as he tried to get her to swim. The same place she laid during the night and watched the few stars that could be seen.

~~~

“Where do you think you’re going?” Antonia asked, half asleep, as she felt him get up from the air mattress they had been sleeping on.

“I’m just going to the kitchen for something, don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” He placed a kiss on her temple to punctuate that he would be fast. He ran into the kitchen to grab the small cake in his fridge for her. ‘Happy birthday, Mi Estrella.’ was written on the top and a single candle was on it. He wanted to celebrate her birthday with her, but that was the day she was leaving. So that night was dedicated to her, everything was about her; the movie she wanted, the games she wanted, every little thing she wanted he gave her.

As he lit the candle he had to stop before taking the cake to Antonia, his head hung as he fought tears. The idea of not being able to spend both of their birthdays together made him angry, they weren’t supposed to just spend one birthday together, it was supposed to be every birthday after this, every last one. He pulled his head up and took a breath to keep his composure before grabbing the cake and bringing it into the room where the mattress and Antonia lay. “I know it’s not your birthday yet, but happy birthday love.”

~~~

That same night, Fuma laid in bed, thinking about the old pond they used to go to. He thought about how he went to her house near christmas one day and made tamalés with them, all the jokes they made, how her dad pulled him aside and said he was good for his daughter. Every memory he buried after that day at the airport came back. He waited till the morning to walk out to the pond, he passed the first carving, then the one meant for her birthday. “Te amo, mi luz de las estrellas . . .” He read out as he ran his hand over the carving. He was supposed to take her to the pond that day, he had a whole set up planned for her. They were going to go swimming, then have a picnic for dinner, and after the sun had set they were going to go past the pond to a smaller opening in the trees where you could see all the stars they wanted.

He looked out at the pond which now had a thin layer of snow covering it and the dock. He noticed footprints leading to and from her old spot, along with a butt print in her spot. He followed right next to the prints and sat down in his spot, unknowingly placing his hand over her hand print. He stared at the ice, thinking about how they spent Valentine's day at the pond, dancing around on the dock. Eventually he got up and walked back to the tree line, stopping and looking to see light snow beginning to cover the prints. The hands seeming to stay despite everything else being covered.

“I miss you, Mi Estrella. I still do.” Fuma whispered as he vanished within the trees, starting his way back home.

~~~

Fuma stood at the gate to Antonia’s plane, it was 3 am and he wouldn’t have gotten to see her before she left if he wasn’t there. He held a small bag of little items she had said she liked in the time they were together, and a hot chocolate with marshmallow fluff and a little dab of whipped cream, just the way she liked it. He waited and saw her and her parents walking towards him. Her father looked tired, as if he had just woken up which was likely, her mother was wide awake and ready to go. Antonia looked terrible to any onlooker, she had clearly been crying all night and appeared to be on the verge of crying again, but to Fuma, she was just as beautiful as ever. He waited for her to register that he was there, almost breaking down when Antonia dropped her luggage and ran to hug him. She started crying into his chest as he set down the bag and held her with one arm, being careful of the hot coco so it didn’t spill on her. “I’m here, it’s me. I even brought you hot coco just how you like.” His voice was low, barely a whisper as he spoke to Antonia. He didn’t want to upset her more than she already was, this was meant to be goodbye, but it wasn’t meant to be painful.

“You’re here, even though we aren’t together you’re here,” She sobbed against him before pulling back to see him with tears lining his eyes. He pulled away more and placed the drink in her hands, then grabbed the bag and placed it in her other hand.

“I’ll always be there, I’ll only be a button push away.”

~~~

Everyday they had been in Japan, the rest of the band wanted to do touristy stuff. Toni hated it and asked if they could do something that she wanted for the last day. Her band mates said yes, so now they were going through her old favorite neighborhood, trying all the different foods she grew up with. “You never told us you lived here!” Ghost scolded as he took another bite of noodles.

“Well I grew up here, left on my 18th birthday with my parents.”

“Can we see your old house?” Evelyn asked as she wiped her mouth, she wanted to see where their singer grew up and maybe meet some of her old friends. They all pestered Toni for a little longer before she agreed and they got on the train to Toni’s old town. They walked for a while before reaching a worn down home where an elderly couple sat on the porch.

“Excuse me, Ma’am, Sir?” Toni walked up to the couple and got their attention, her Japanese as if she never left, “Hi, I’m one of the old residents of this house and me and my friends were in town. They asked if we could go in and I could show them around where I grew up. Would that be alright?”

“Absolutely!” The woman cheered and stood from her seat as Toni gestured for her band to follow them. “We always wondered who the couple in the polaroid were.”

“Polaroid?”

“Let me get it,” She gestured for the group that had formed to follow her into the house and to the kitchen. She opened a drawer and pulled out a polaroid photo that had a date on it, 16/12/23. It was a picture of a young couple making Tamalés and laughing about something unheard. “You look just like the girl in this photo. We don’t know who it is though, it was left here when the other family moved out.”

Toni couldn’t breathe as she flipped the photo to reveal neat handwriting she recognized as her father’s. If you want to, you have my blessing. Take care of her. This was the photo her father handed to him on Christmas that year, he had given it back to her father after he found out they were leaving. “T-that’s me ma’am.” She stumbled over her words, “Could- could I keep this? This is the first time I’ve seen this picture.”

“Of course you can keep it, that was always the intention. I wanted to return it to the young couple or at least one of them.” The old woman grinned and left the group alone so they could walk around the house and so Toni could recall her memories.

They walked through room after room, Toni recalling every odd memory she had. She got quiet when she got to her old bedroom, it hadn't been touched meaning the scratches near the head board were still there and so were the little affirmations he wrote on the walls for her. Vic suggested they move on after seeing the tears begin to collect in Toni’s eyes. As they walked out of the house, they thanked the old man and were about to thank the woman, only for Toni to see someone she thought she’d never see again.

“. . . Fuma?” She was holding a pillow on her bed as she stood in the doorway. She could’ve sworn she was hallucinating from grief if he hadn’t been carrying a new blanket and a bag of snacks.

“Hello, Mi Amor,” He smiled as he stepped into the house, placing the new blanket over her body and wrapped her in a hug. “I was told everything is horrible and you need a little comfort?” She nodded and he moved them back to her room, curling around her body once in the bed and placing his much warmer hand on her stomach. “It’s not much, but I hope it helps.”

“It’s perfect.”

~~~

“Where are you going?!” Their manager screamed at Toni as she walked further into the airport, holding a duffel bag of clothes as a carry on and enough money for one flight back to Japan.

“I didn’t want to leave the first time! I couldn’t stand being there the second time!” She shouted back, “I’m not fucking up the third time!”

When the plane landed it was 11:00 pm on New Year’s eve, she had one hour to get there. So she hailed a cab and told the driver the name of the park, and 35 minutes later she was running through the large park to get to the tree line.

Swerving through the trees, she stopped to touch the first mark, and continued on to the second. She got to the second and checked her phone, 11:47, she was fine on time. So she slowed down and walked slowly to the dock, placing her duffle bag on the grass. “I thought you left before Christmas?”

His voice caused her to spin around and stare. “I- I did. I did.” She almost couldn’t wrap her head around why he would be here instead of with his company at a party. “I guess I couldn’t stay away from home for another holiday.”

“You know,” He started, walking to the end of the dock as he spoke. “I had thought you forgot about me. I had never heard Lightning in a Bottle released, hell I thought you gave up on music.”

“Now why would I do that?” She joined him on the dock in time, “You of all people would know that music is my life. And how would I ever forget you? Just cause I didn’t want the world to see our song?”

“You still call it our song?”

“Of course . . . it was created for us, why would it not be our song?” She was confused by him not thinking it was about him anymore. “Fuma, if it’s still about you and the time we had. I never released it ‘cause it wasn’t good enough to be released without you singing it with me.”

“Good enough? You made it, that alone makes it good enough.” He was amazed by the way she genuinely thought that him not being there made the song not enough. “Everything you make is perfect. If people disagree they can fuck off cause they’re wrong. I thought you picked another name for the band or never made the band, so I never looked for it. I wanted to see how you were this whole time, I just didn’t know how to find you. After I got shown the footage of that performance; I looked you up, I listened to everything, I watched it all.”

“You looked me up and listened to everything?”

11:53

“Absolutely, I went to the very fucking ends of the internet to find all of the performances I could and every bit of footage of you. I wanted to see you from the moment you got on that plane and the second I heard your voice on that video everything I wanted came back to my mind.” He stared down into the frozen water in order to conceal the potential tears that would form in his eyes. “I never stopped wanting you, Antonia. It hurt every single day knowing I couldn’t walk to your house and ask if you wanted to go out, or that I couldn’t text you good morning, or- or that I couldn’t see your beautiful face when I was sad . . . I- it hurt the whole time.”

“Good to know I wasn’t the only one.”

11:55

“What?”

“Good to know I wasn’t the only one that . . . that couldn’t just walk away.”

11:58

“So what now?” Fuma looked up to Antonia, hoping she would follow the same thought that he did.

She looked down to her phone and saw the time, 11:59. “I think we take advantage of it being basically midnight on New Year’s Eve.” Fuma laughed as the clock struck midnight before leaning in.

“Absolutely, mi Estrella.”

~~~

“Dance with me!” Antonia grabbed Fuma and pulled him to the dance floor during a slow song. Fuma willingly followed Antonia and placed his hands on her hips as she placed her arms around his neck. Fuma’s parents had thrown a new years party and Antonia had spent the night messing around with Fuma, making him laugh and confusing all the adults around who hadn’t actually liked their spouses for a few years.

The song was slow enough for it to end at midnight, which it did.

All the other couples leaned in and kissed one another as if it was an obligation. Fuma didn’t want that.

“May I?” He smirked as he asked his girlfriend for her midnight kiss, she nodded and laughed as Fuma spun her elegantly and ended in a dip. “Wonderful, I wasn’t quite sure I would make it without a kiss to start the new year.”

~~~

Antonia shivered slightly as Fuma carried her duffle bag and helped her out of the woods. “Do you have a place to stay until you go back to Australia?” He asked as he hopped down one of the large almost step-like formations in the forest. He held his hand up after pulling the duffle bag onto his back, only to stop his actions after Antonia tried to sit then slide down. He shook his head, “Nope. You are not going to sit in the mud and snow while it is freezing outside and I don’t know if you have a place that’s warm. May I, please?”

“Fine. . . “ Antonia wasn’t sure what he was planning, but trusted him enough to let him. He placed his hands on her waist after putting her hands on his shoulders, then lifted her off the step and gently placed her on the same level he stood on.

“There we go,” Fuma smiled and removed his hands before gesturing forward in an ‘after you’ way. Antonia used the night to hide her blush, walking in front of Fuma praying she wouldn't trip. “Now, about that place to stay.” He continued his previous question about where Antonia would be staying.

“Um,” She hesitated, unsure of how he would react. “I . . . well, I kind of don’t . . . have a place . . .” Fuma was in complete shock. Why did she not have a warm place to stay while she was there?

“Okay . . .” He thought about any possibility that would ensure she had a place for the night. “What about you stay at my dorm for the night? I can kick K out of his room for the night or Euijoo and I can stay in the living room.” Antonia nodded and agreed to those arrangements, against displacing anyone for her comfort.

By the time they arrived at the dorm, Antonia was wearing Fuma’s jacket and he was still carrying her bag. He had insisted that he would be fine without one extra layer and she needed at least a layer more than a t-shirt. He walked in the dorm to see Taki and Nicholas battling it out on Mario Kart, while K was stacking all the food he could on his arms. That food was very quickly placed on the counter as he noticed the girl being escorted through the door. “Holy shit! You’re Toni! From Stars of the Night!” K practically leaped out of the kitchen to meet Antonia, followed by Nicholas and Taki who were also fans.

“Yeah that’s me. Sorry to intrude-”

“Intrude? What? No- no, you are not intruding what so ever.” K practically yelled before Fuma took over.

“Guys, back up.” He placed his hand in front of Antonia to get them to move back slightly. “Antonia is gonna stay here tonight. She doesn’t have a hotel room.” None of them noticed Fuma say her full name as if he knew her.

“My room!” Taki shouted, not thinking about his volume, “You can stay in my room, I’ll stay out in the living room.” That offer then began an argument between the three.

“Guys!” Antonia got their attention, “I can stay on the couch, not the first time I stayed on a fan’s couch. Although definitely the first time one of those fans has been my ex.” Fuma was now mortified at the idea of allowing his love to sleep on the couch. The three didn’t seem to hear that last sentence.

“Yeah no, I’ll fix this argument. One of you go check if Euijoo is awake, if he's not she’ll take K’s room for the night. If he is awake he can stay in the living room with me.” Nicholas nods and goes to Euijoo and Fuma’s shared room, then coming back with the aforementioned walking out of his room with a blanket and a pillow in his arms. “Okay, let’s go make sure you’re comfortable.”

He gently pulled Antonia back to his room. He set down her bag on his bed and pulled some extra blankets out of his closet. “4 blankets and 2 pillows still?” He smiled, proud of his memory when Antonia nodded, a blush coating her face again. He went to move her duffle, only to notice the key chains he gifted her years ago. “You still have them? Even the button?”

“Yeah, they were the last thing you gave me before I left. Now everywhere I go they come with.” Antonia stopped looking around and walked next to Fuma, who was leaning over looking at the key chains. “I never did find out what that button did, the batteries didn’t survive the first flight before I could use it and I didn’t know what type to get after.”

“I think I might have some . . .” He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a pack of small batteries. “Here.” Fuma unclicked the back of the button and replaced the old batteries, “Try it now.” He handed the button over to her. She pushed the button and waited for it to make any noise.

“Nope, still not working. It’s okay though, the thought was what counted.” Fuma grabbed the button again and inspected it, finding a small pull tab that he had replaced after recording his message. He smiled and pulled the tab before handing it back to Antonia. She pressed the button and listened.

“Hey amoré, I know you’re already gone but I wanted to give you a little piece of me in case you felt down.” Antonia held the button close to her head as she listened, her eyes not moving from their position against Fuma’s face. He watched, worried as he saw tears gather. “I just want you to know that you aren’t alone. I may be on the other side of the world, but I’m still there. Te amo, my darling . . . forever and always.”

“Fuma . . .”

“Yeah mom said it was cheesy, but I hoped you would like it-” His sentence finished as he suddenly had Antonia pressed against him, sniffling.

“It’s perfect.” His arms wrapped around her, cradling her head and pressing her closer as a living weighted blanket. Then a yell was heard from the living room. “Wait a fuckin’ minute- EX?!”

[mothdruid]

Hi, babe 💌 You know what's been plaguing my mind for a while now?? rockstar AU tgm

Not necessarily rockstars, but like, what/how they would be as artists... ok hear me out KWJDKDKDK

I'm 100% sure rooster would be something like The Weeknd, bringing 80s tunes back and being super popular. He would know how to play a bunch of instruments and produce music, all thanks to his late rockstar father Goose, an absolute icon of the 80s that teached him everything he knows. (Goose would probably be part of a famous rock band with mav and ice hehe)

And hangman would be a country music star. There's no room for argument on this one lmao he'd have the most cocky annoying speeches on award shows and he'd constantly appear on those tacky gossip pages all over instagram/tiktok/twitter, showing up drunk to important events and allegedly hooking up with his fans but also being Texas' darling so he'd never flop or do any wrong on the eyes of his hardcore fans KSMSKSJDKS would definitely sneak the most foul double entendre spicy lyrics in his songs tbh...

I see bob as someone that would do music like Mac Demarco, Cults, TV Girl or Thee Sacred Souls. Something more romantic, calm and a bit of jazz influence maybe...? Songs you would listen to while reading a book or looking out a window while driving in the rain

I think payback would have some jazz influence too, like Nat King Cole or either something like New Order. Or even classic rock perhaps?? If not, I think he'd be a well-known producer like Jack Antonoff (taylor swift's producer) or Dr. Dre depending on his style

I can definitely see Phoenix as a rockstar girlie. Like Soho Dolls or Le Tigre typa beat. Or like Vic DeAngelis from Maneskin. OR OR she would sing the type of songs Mitski and Phoebe Bridges put out. She'd be so iconic plsss like when Hayley Kiyoko's fans call her lesbian jesus. Yes. Exactly.

Idk why but I think fanboy would probably be like a mixture of Steve Lacy and Kali Uchis. He'd slip spanish in his songs like kali and it would be a success I KNOW IT I feel in my bones. I bet he would serve LOOKS at the red carpet too and he'd be friends with so many artists

Coyote looks like he could pull off some mean R&B hits or even something like Tyler, The Creator. He'd have some incredible live performances and his fans would be so chill. He'd probably be the Mr. Worldwide of this generation and have a bunch of awesome collabs with a lot of artists, including his bff Jake hehe

And if they were a band??? I think bob would be a bassist and write their songs, rooster would be lead guitarist and vocalist, nat would sing too, javy would be the drummer and I haven't thought of other roles for the rest, I think I used all my brain juice on this one lmao

lmk your thoughts on this bc I can't stop thinking about it, it's such a cool concept 😩

ahhhh!!! i love love love this!! (i'm so sorry about getting to this so late)

i agree that Bradley's dad taught him everything he knows and also was famous in the 80s. i definitely know that he would make sadboy music, like the weeknd and joji. he would have some of the most beautiful music videos. i'm thinking of videos like Starboy by the weeknd and Tick Tock by joji.

and hangman? 100% correct. i think a lot of his music calls back to country music of the 90s though, a time he was nostalgic for and what influenced him to become an artist.

when i think of bob as an artist, rex orange county and mac demarco are definitely the first artists that come to mind. i think also someone like dayglow. but i also have thought that maybe he would be like marc rebilet. i could also see him as someone like tame impala.

i agree with payback being more of a producer who has made some music. i think it'd be music similar to what kendrick lamar has made. extremely impactful music. maybe something like denzel curry too. i just think his music would be very impactful. (ps. i love jack antonoff and have met him)

SZA is who comes to mind when i think of what artist natasha would be. so similar to the mitsuki and phoebe vibe. but the song Kill Bill by SZA screams nat to me. but also Silk Chiffon by MUNA also gives me nat vibes. (the versatility of woman)

i also 100% agree with your mickey analysis. i could also see him doing rap though. rich brian is who comes to mind if mickey rapped.

javy? i think javy would be closer to drake than tyler, sonically. maybe like pharrell (but his rap stuff)?? but if we are thinking out there bands, the flatbush zombies would be up that alley too. but i think that drake or maybe travis scott are the artists i think javy would be like.

[teenagedirt]

KISSING IN CARS(12)

Chapter 12- kissing In cars (FINAL CHAPTER)

*3YR TIME SKIP*

SHORT CHAPTER

"I have a surprise song for you, you have to come on stage." He begs. I nod in defeat. "YES YOU'LL LOVE IT" he yells and hugs me. "Well um gonna do some practice" he says putting his pockets as he walks out the door.

Odd I think to myself. I grab one of vic's hoodies and leggings, and put on my hightops. My phone dings to I quickly check it. "Hey, vic told me to tell you not to come to the venue until 5pm" its from tony. I sigh and sir on the couch for another thirty minutes.

I jog to the back of the venue, I walk in and find tony. "Hey what all this about" I ask and he nervously scratches the back of his neck. It's a surprise I can't tell you."He says and I walk off. "Hey hime what all this about" I ask and he just walks away. What the fuck is going on. Is vic going to break up with me or some shit. I sigh and sit down where I always do, the side of the the stage out of sight.

Vic walks up to me, "watcha doing sweetheart" he asks, sitting down beside me. "Waiting" I reply, I didn't feel like talking my Im pissed,confused, and anxious. The arena fills up with fans. Vic sings his heart out, I sit on the side listening to his voice, how passionate he sounds up there, how much love he has for his fans.

"Alright I know that if you've listened to the reissue of selfish machines you've listened to the last track, but my girlfriend hasn't it's a surprise. Because I wrote it about me and her." He says and motions for me to come out.

I walk out jogging over to vic. He looks at me. His face quickly changes. "Is that my hoodie" he asks in a joking manor. I nod and he laughs. "You stile my heart now you steal my hoodies" everybody laughes, including vic. He always laughes at his own jokes.

"As we wake up in your room Your face is the first thing i see" I smile realizing this is about us. He grins at me while singing the lyrics.

"The first time i've seen love And the last i'll ever need" my eyes start to tear up. Am I really who he considers the first one to show him true love?

"You remind her That your future Will be nothing without her" tears run down my face as I smile widely. This is amazing, the only person I hear is Vic. I look into the crowd to see they are just recording. I wonder why.

"Better think of something good to say But it's all been done More than once But i'll keep on trying Oh god, don't let me be the only one who says No, at the top of our lungs There's no, no such thing as too young" I start to feel like I've heard that line before but that thought is quickly replaced the pure happiness I feel.

"Second chances won't leave you alone Then there's faith in love" I quickly wipe the tears from my face and look at Vic in the eyes. His eyes. The only thing that can be seen in them is sheer love. We've been in love longer than we thought.

"She was always the one I'll repeat it again The one No such thing as too young Red lights flash in a car we're kissing Call me crazy, i've always tried to remind her That the future Just a few heartbeats away From disaster I'm afraid That i've thrown it all away". our first kiss, the cop. Everything is perfect, this song, Vic, our love.

"No, at the top of our lungs There's no, no such thing as too young Second chances won't leave you alone Won't leave you alone No, at the top of our lungs There's no, no such thing as too young Second chances won't leave you alone" as he repeats the chorus he looks me I the eyes. His eyes are tearing up, and his hands are shaking.

"If you kiss me goodnight I'll know everything is alright Second chances won't leave us alone Won't leave us alone Cause there's faith in love" as he finishes the song he sets the guitar down and has me stand up.

I stand confused, until he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box. He gets down on one knee. I'm in shock. He opens the box. The ring, is beautiful, it's a black diamond. It's perfect.

"Will you marry me?" He asks. Now crying.

"YES, OMG YES" I yell hugging him. He slips the ring on my finger.

"Now I'm permanently yours" I nod and hug him again.

THE END.

A/n please request.