#definitely not a singer i'll hear ever again

[mossmx]

ho aperto lo spotify to check out Lucio Corsi e l'hype per il duetto è crollata XD insomma, quest'anno posso balzarlo a piè pari e passare il mio tempo a disegnare lol

[imahgined]

the rosy blog project - episode 1:

꒰ঌ intro + pt. 1 on how we made 2024 actually feel like 2014 ໒꒱

hiiii sweethearts! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

welcome to the first episode of the rosy blog project! i’m andrea, but you can call me roseate. i'll be your host to this dreamy corner of the internet, where we celebrate all things feminine and inspiring.

this project is my way of reviving the iconic rosy blog era here on tumblr. in the 2010s, life felt slower, filled with hobbies, fashion, beauty tips, boybands, fandoms, iconic tv shows, and bubbly playlists. here, we'll savor the little things that made us feel connected, feminine and creative!

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. part 1: what was the rosy blog era?

just in case you weren't around on tumblr in the early 2010s, rosy blog content focused on the years we spent hours reading glossy magazines like teen vogue, watching our fave youtubers, and scrolling through dreamy blogs. the rosy blog style was unapologetically girly. it embraced soft pinks, cream tones, and everything feminine. it was all about finding joy in the little things, like curating playlists, buying self-care products, and creating a space that felt uniquely yours.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. part 2: my take on how we made 2024 really feel like 2014

from the beggining of the year, i saw so much content on ig and tiktok from people begging to bring back 2014 vibes in 2024. i definitely believe that, collectively, we made it happen. this will be a series of a few blog posts breaking down this year's best moments and how everything felt like the rosy blog era.

section 1: music and pop culture

ariana grande in her wicked & eternal sunshine era: she literally embraced everything we loved from her yours truly era and reinvented it to fit her glinda role. the looks we got from her were super feminine, elegant and classy. seeing her like this reminded me so much of her gorgeous 2010s aesthetic. also, her eternal sunshine album was insanely good. the dreamy vocals felt like a new era that revisited her feminine side from her first album. last year, we even had her yours truly live sessions. inmaculate vibes!

madison beer slowly becoming viral again: i've been a fan of madison ever since i discovered her. this year, i got so excited when her song make you mine went viral. the techno style and her beautiful voice reminded me of some of her earlier songs, even a bit of i won't let you walk away. she’s so talented, and back in 2014, she was all over tumblr. i hope she finally gets the recognition she deserves!

fangirl nostalgia: during the 2010s, you were either a 1d, 5sos, jb or btr fangirl (or all of them at once!). so much has happened this year with our faves—jb having his first child, btr touring again—it’s been a beautiful revisit of the memories we made in those fandoms. and the best part? we continue to create new ones by supporting them into their adulthood. (except for the tragic passing of liam—may he rest in peace).

lana in coachella: nothing felt more 2014 than our beautiful lana headlining coachella this year. her ethereal voice revided her most iconic songs, and the vibes were simply the dreamiest. i completely adored the setlist, and her styling was too cute! classic lana, yet timelessly fresh.

girly pop revival: from sabrina carpenter's short n' sweet tour to taylor swift's eras tour, 2024 absolutely brought girly pop back to the mainstream. we had amazing albums from artists like charli xcx (the most 2014 revival ever) and rising stars like tate mcrae, addison rae and many more. my personal favorite? FLO's debut album, access all areas. their vocals and y2k style are a must hear i'm sure you'll adore.

.mp3 by emilia: if you haven’t heard of emilia i'll be GLAD to introduce you. she's an insanely talented argentinian singer, composer, actress and model (also, the most stunning girl ever). last year, she released her second studio album, .mp3, with a 2000s-inspired sound and vibe. it's the girliest, most empowering, and fun album from a latin artist. this album served girly vibes with genres like pop, urban, dance pop, and contemporary r&b. even though this project and tour leaned into a y2k aesthetic, it also gave me major 2010 vibes with its sounds, looks and visuals. i'll dedicate a whole post to her and the album soon because, genuinely, the art direction is INSANE, and it's my favorite thing ever

for now, that’s it for this first section. i have so much to share with you—from lifestyle to fashion and so much more! i hope you enjoyed reading this 2024 recap, pt. 2 will be up soon.

i'd love to hear your thoughts on this post! let me know what you’d add or want to chat about, my dms are always open lovelies! have a magical and dreamy day ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

[deathbxnny]

So tumblr decided to screw me over and posted the ask too early, which made me delete it in panic and lose the original ask. However!! I thankfully saved the first part of the ask, so here it is:

May I please request Yanqing learning to play a flute because he heard his s/o singing and wanted to be able to join?

Sorry again to the Anon. I also added/changed up the idea a little, so I hope you guys like it!!<33

Content: Established relationship, reader is a singer, teen reader, Jing Yuan being a smug menace, kind of unserious, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns!

((Not proofread))

The trouble of young love. (Yanqing x GN!Reader)

"You... want to learn how to play the flute?" Jing Yuan muttered in near disbelief, his brow raising high as he gazed down at the determined boy, who gave him a simple nod of approval. "Yes. And preferably, by the end of this week." He stated as though it was the easiest thing in the world to simply just learn an instrument in under a week. The general unfortunately didn't doubt that Yanqing genuinely believed that, however.

Jing Yuan blinked in surprise before glancing around quickly in thought. Was this another prank of his? No, it definitely wasn't that simple.

"... And why?" "Oh well... uh..." Yanqing nervously pulled at the collar of his uniform, suddenly slightly flustered and unwilling to share what had gotten him so awfully motivated in the first place. Not that the older man really needed to hear it, as he already had an inkling on what, or rather who, it could be. "... Does it even matter why? I've just been feeling very... musically inclined lately." Jing Yuan snorted at that despite his better judgment, which made Yanqing scowl in offense.

"I'm having a hard time believing that, Yanqing."

The blonde crossed his arms in defiance. "You're not even taking my request seriously, Master." He said, watching as said man leaned back in his chair and near mockingly crossed his arms as well. "It's not that I'm not taking this seriously... it's just that you've never had an interest in such artistic things before." He clarified, even if Yanqing knew better than to believe that it was just an innocent inquiry. "Besides... learning to play a flute is the same as wielding a sword. You need alot of time and patience to hone your skills. A week won't suffice." "And if it is?"

Jing Yuan now grinned in amusement, having expected to be challenged on this. He supposed that this would make for a good teaching lesson in the long run and whilst it may not be the most responsible thing to do, he decided that this would also serve as a form of small punishment for disturbing his "work" in the grand office.

Ah, young love... truly a troublesome thing.

The older man figured that he was doing all of this for you only. Yanqing mentioned your fear of singing in front of large crowds before, and therefore, it didn't come as a surprise that he wanted to do everything in his power to make his lover happy. In a way, it made the general proud to see the boy slowly grow into a young man... even if it came at the cost of his sanity at times. You had changed the lieutenant of the cloud nights in many ways. Some good and some awfully questionable, to say the least. But he figured Yanqing would learn such things on his own in due time.

"Consider me defeated." "And I get a raise to my allowance?" "Perhaps I'll consider it, depending on how well you play." That's all Yanqing needed to hear, the excitement and fire that burned in him at the prospect of not only beating his own master and then also getting more money to share with his dear dove made him immideatly turn and filter out of the room with no further comment. Unknowing of the perilous path he'd have to take in order to learn the art of this instrument.

He was confident that he could make it in under a week so that he could accompany your singing during your first ever stage performance in the grand theaters of the Luofu, which is the whole reason he wanted to learn how to play the flute in the first place.

It couldn't be that hard after all, right?

---

Well, after a good 5 days of relentless training, he still couldn't play more than notes akin to demonic screeching. The general was fair enough to lend him a fancy flute from his own youth, alongside a guide and a couple of traditional music sheets. And yet, it all ended with him laying sprawled out on top of them, the instrument carelessly tossed onto a nearby pillow, whilst he stared up at the ceiling with a deadpan.

Perhaps he truly had underestimated the sheer power of the flute.

But he couldn't claim defeat. At this point, it had become something personal. A challenge that neared one of life and death. If he lost now, then the general would bring this up for centuries to come, and Yanqing did not want to live through that personal hell. Sighing deeply, he rubbed his tired eyes.

Surely, there had to be something he was doing wrong. And yet he just couldn't figure out what it was. He hadn't slept or rested properly in days either, having been too focused on this life changing mission that he just had no care for anything else. But the self-doubt was beginning to creep in, and he didn't know if he was more upset at himself or at the general. He simply wasn't as talented as you were musically.

And just as his eyes were beginning to flutter shut in defeat, your melodic voice breathed life right back into him. He inhaled deeply, quickly drapping a couple of blankets and pillows over the flute and music sheets before he quickly summoned a sword to act as though he was polishing it. Entering the room with an obvious air of worry and nervousness, you gave him a weak smile.

"Yanqing." You hummed gently, perhaps even nearly shyly as you approached him and took a careful seat next to him. His hand reached out and pressed it's palm against your warm cheek, a tired smile gracing his lips. "Hello there, my dove... it's late out. Why are you here?" He asked, nervous that you'd notice the golden flute that was sticking out from behind a pillow a couple meters away. But thankfully you only had eyes on him, as you fidgeted with your hands.

"The last rehearsal is tomorrow... and I'm starting to have doubts... especially after I heard the rumor regarding the general and the Master Diviner attending the performance as well! I didn't know it was going to be such a big thing..." And it wouldn't have been if Yanqing never mentioned a word of it. He should've guessed that his master would eventually figure out his plans and attempt to get first row seats to view his defeat. Something about it filled him with strong determination, the need to win resurfacing in his heart. If not for himself, then you.

"Don't worry about it. Just focus on your singing, and I'll take care of the rest." He said, a serious look on his face that made you raise a confused brow. Yet you thankfully didn't dwell on his cryptic words any further due to him swiftly changing the topic to more mundane things to keep you distracted.

He eventually walked you home, your hand in his, the sun having set completely hours ago. It was a calming moment that refocused his mind and soul on the task at hand, which he ofcourse immideatly resumed once he returned to the estate. It didn't matter to him if he had to stay up 2 more days for this to work.

He'd play the most beautiful sounds on the flute to accompany your singing and if it's the last thing he did.

At this point, he was perhaps just doing it to wipe that smug look off of his mentors face.

---

"Alright! All done... you look great, (Y/N)!" One of your friends grinned as she fixed up the last details on your rather lavish performance clothes. You tried to weakly smile back, unable to help the deep feeling of fear that ran through you. "Is the theater room full already?" "To the brim! And the General and Master Diviner have also arrived just now... man, it's a real fullhouse tonight." She trailed off, missing the way all color seemed to leave your face.

You had hoped that it was a simple rumour, but after sneaking a peek from behind the curtains into the grand hall, your fears truly did come true. Jing Yuan was casually leaning back in his seat as he conversed with Fu Xuan about a topic that made the woman deadpan at him in annoyance.

This is definitely going to be a disaster, you concluded with an affirmative nod.

"(Y/N)? Please get in formation. The performance is just about to start." The director whispered to you when the lights dimmed and you were pushed towards the stage. Your heart was beating against your chest, your mouth feeling dry. How were you supposed to do this? You couldn't do it. The fear was too great.

And it didn't help that Yanqing was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

Gulping as the music started, you shakily opened your mouth when suddenly the most melodic symphony of a flute accompanied your at first trembling voice. You blinked in surprise, eyes glancing over to see your lover resting atop a fake tree as his fingers moved along the instrument. Finally understanding everything, you turned to the audience with newfound confidence. Your voice traveled throughout the entire stadium and bewitched it's listeners. No one could look away if they wanted to.

And by the end of the performance, no one could stay seated either, as they cheered and clapped loudly... except for Jing Yuan and Fu Xuan, who still looked hardly impressed next to the general. They watched as Yanqing approached you with a wide smile, your arms immideatly wrapping around him in sincere gratefulness. Giving the man an expectant look, the Master Diviner crossed her arms with a frown.

"Well? What type of teaching moment was this supposed to be?" She asked, not being convinced of his ways of teaching at all anymore. Jing Yuan kept staring ahead, a calm and victorious smile on his lips whilst he watched you and Yanqing happily talk on stage. "That he should learn how to be patient and not overdo things that take time, unless he wants to reap the consequences." Fu Xuan raised a brow, obviously very much unimpressed. "You do realise that this just proved to him that he doesn't need to do that?" "Ah no... he won't do it ever again. Just wait." He simply replied, his grin widening when Yanqing's face dropped. There was a pause... before the boy suddenly just finally collapsed into your arms and chaos broke out.

Fu Xuan gave Jing Yuan a near horrified glance, the older man only continuing to smile in content.

He did try and warn him after all.

Alrighttt... I hope this was fine, Anon!! I once again apologize for accidentally deleting your request and hope this was okay enough to make up for it!!<33

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @stellas-starry-stories13 request: reqs are still open????

damn bro

did you like increase the amount of reqs or smth

Anyway

akito, toya, and rui with a gf who can sing rlly good but she doesnt think so and like they basically have to convince her she has talent

ty pookie

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kinda yeah hihi I usually do 10 and this time I did 15 >:D Anyway hope you don't mind the fact I made it little oneshot hihi 🤭

Anyway I had a bit of fun here so I really hope you'll also like it!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff, TW: small swear in Akito part

Akito came over to the playground the two of you were often meeting up. He saw you using this time to practice so he quietly walked closer and closer behind you. He didn't wanted to be creepy but also knew if you hears him, you'd stop singing... And can you really blame him for just wanting to enjoy the beautiful melody?

"Goddamn why the high note..."

He could hear you complain to yourself... and just by the way you couldn't reach the high note, he could hear your voice was most definitely strained...

"Don't. You'll make your vocal cords worse."

"A-Akito?! When did you got here?!"

"Just a while ago. Here."

He replied shortly an just reached out his right hand holding bottle of water for you to take.

"Take it easy."

"Eh... I seriously want to learn how to sing finally..."

"You're already great at singing, don't bullshit me. I'll shut up your mouth myself if I'll have to. You're literally one of the best singers I know so don't damage your throat like that."

He said a bit done with how self conscious you seem to be about your singing, when he's admiring it every time he hears your voice! It's him who's supposed to be jealous of the other's talent here, not you!

He only furrowed his eyebrows more and crossed his arms when he saw how unconvinced you looked. With small sigh he realized there might be just one way for you to listen to him...

"You're... actually my idol, believe it or not..."

"I... am... what...?"

You stops there just looking at each other in silence, you trying to figure out if he's serious, while he tries to nad faint from emberassment.

"Let's get this date going. What was it? Cafe?"

He said standing up straight and turning towards exit of the playground, thinking he found great excuse to forget about what he said and takw your attention somewhere else.

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @miya-akane @hayillaaaaaaa @stellas-starry-stories13 @hakulivesformusic @luhvashh @akiritoz @sucodelaranja86 @aluvslink - come get your pancakes lover!

Toya thought it's gonna be a normal home date for you! He casually rang on your doorbell, hoping for you to answer, but when he was on 5th ring, you didn't answer the door or any of his phonecalls... he got seriously worried... So he used the spare keys you gave him in case of an emergency and opened the door for himself.

"Y/N? I'm sorry for barging in like this but... you didn't answer and I'm really worried now... Are you alright? Did something happen?"

He slowly walked into house, raising his voice ever so slightly to make his presence known. His legs slowly lead him to your room... he also gave a little knock on the door once he arrived, but he was a little hesitant when he heard you were apparently... listening to his groups song?

After few minutes you opened the door for him a little bit surprised. But before you could even said anything, he quickly explained himself, not wanting you to have any bad suspicions about him.

"You weren't answering at doorbell or my phone calls... I got worried and used the spare keys. I'm sorry..."

"No, no... it's my fault for listening to music too loudly..."

He looked over at your computer screen and noticed the song named "Aun no Beats", covered by Vivid BAD SQUAD. His first thought was that you might be having negative thoughts about yourself again, but he didn't wanted to jump into conclusions... so he decided to ask first.

"May I ask why were you listening to my groups song?"

"I just... you sound really nice in that cover! And... I just wanted to... enjoy it?"

It was clear lie to him. Now he was sure you were doubting your singing talent again, so he swiftly took your hands into his and placed a soft kiss on it's back, not hiding with his words he knows true reason behind your actions.

"You're amazing singer, my dear... Every time I hear your voice, it feels like my voice is being blessed by an angel... You're incredible at what you're doing, trust me."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @stellas-starry-stories13 @sucodelaranja86 - come get your cookie lover!

Since Rui has practice with his group today and you were free, and he didn't wanted to leave you alone... he invited you to join! He honestly didn't mind you wanted to sit in audience~ Everyone have their preferences after all!

But nonetheless, he still kept a close eye on you when he performed... and he was glad he did because he noticed that look in your eyes that told him everything. The way you were sadly looking at the current singer... the way your face turned into a frown during someone's higher notes... he could tell you were thinking about your own talent not being enough again...

So the first chance he got, he approaches you sneakily and surprised you with sudden hug! He tried to appear cheerful to not let you know he figures you out, so you wouldn't turn to defensive mode.

"How's my pretty singer doing~?"

"Oh- uh... I'm good! But I wouldn't say I'm-"

"Yes, you are... You're great singer, darling. Please don't doubt yourself..."

In the end he can't hold back the honesty... he just finds it so hard to believe, how someone as amazing as you doesn't see what an amazing person they actually are...

"Just trust me on this one! It's not any plan or trick, I promise on RoboNene!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 @sillykana-13 @aluvslink - come get your crazy inventor~

[gracies-baby]

hiiiii request for a story of y/n going to support gracie at the eras tour! and fans notice and find it cute or something like that ahaha! love ur writings pls never stop i need more!!

The Eras Tour

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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Y/n's talking to her girlfriend's mother while they wait for her opening set to begin. Their conversation is interrupted when Y/n hears whispering coming from beside her causing her to look towards the source. She sees a few excited fans looking and pointing at her with wide grins. Y/n smiles at them before waving them over to her.

"Hi! Oh my god we love you so much!" The fans tell her as Y/n leans over the gate to hug them all.

"I love you too! It's so nice to meet you guys!" Y/n replies with a wide smile. They all exchange friendship bracelets before one of the fans ask her something.

"Can you give this to Gracie for me? I would love it if she actually owned something that I made for her" The fan asks the girl with a polite smile.

"Why don't you just give it to her yourself? I'll call you guys back over when Gracie's finished with her set, I know she would love to meet you all. Whenever we're home, she always talks about how she wants to meet as many of you guys as possible" The fans all squeal in delight when the words leave the girls mouth.

"Really?! You'd do that for us?" One of the girls ask excitedly as Y/n giggles while nodding.

"Of course! You guys are so sweet, she's gonna love you!"

"Gracie needs to wife you up immediately. I can't believe she's waited this long honestly"

"You should tell her that. I've been hinting to her for ages. She can be very oblivious at times" Y/n replies to the fan before they all hear Gracie begin to play her set. The fans scream before going back to their seats while Y/n steps back to stand with Gracie's mother again.

"Those were the cutest kids ever" Y/n gushes to Katie while the woman just laughs at her.

"You're only saying that because they think Gracie should propose to you" 

"That's not the only reason. They were so sweet. And Gracie should propose to me, everyone thinks that. Everyone except her apparently" Y/n replies with a sigh causing Katie to frown at her. The woman nudges the shorter girls shoulder to tell her to lift her head up. When she does, she sees Gracie smiling brightly at her from stage. Y/n returns the smile before she hears a large group of people cheering at the cute sight in front of them. A while later, Gracie runs off stage after her set and envelops her girlfriend in a tight hug.

"You were amazing! I'm so proud of you!" Y/n exclaims when she pulls away to press kisses all over the brunette's face causing her to giggle.

"Thanks baby! Thank you so much for coming, I love you so much" Gracie replies as she presses a long, passionate kiss against Y/n's lips.

"Mm.. Wait.. There's some people I want you to meet" Y/n mumbles against the brunette's lips before pulling away and leading her to the barricade, calling the group of fans over.

"Gracie, these might be your biggest fans ever" Y/n says as she introduces the fans to the singer.

"It's so nice to meet you guys!" Gracie tells them as she hugs them all.

"We've been wanting to meet you forever! No offense, but we might like Y/n more than you. She did set this up for us" One of the girls tell her as Gracie laughs.

"I totally understand. You are definitely not the only one" Gracie gushes over her girlfriend for a few minutes while Y/n smiles softly at her.

"What's your favorite thing about Y/n?" One of them asks causing Gracie's face to light up.

"When she wakes up in the morning, she has the cutest face. She has the same face when she really exhausted too, it's my favorite thing ever honestly" Gracie says causing her girlfriend to blush.

"Babe, stop exposing me. Did you guys know that Gracie made us sleep on the couch because Weenie wanted the bed to himself?" Gracie gasps in fake offense.

"He deserves a bed!"

"So do I! We had just moved in together, that wasn't a great way to start it Gracie" Y/n teases.

"Do I need to remind you how the rest of that night went? I think I more than made up for it. It sure sounded like I did" Gracie watches as Y/n's face turns red while she looks away.

"Your fans are right next to us. Keep going and you're never gonna have a night like that again" Y/n glares at the girl causing Gracie's eyes to widen.

"I'm just kidding guys. That never happened. I was just messing with her" Gracie's quick to backtrack from her previous sentence as Y/n begins to laugh at her.

"Gracie, Y/n told us to tell you to propose to her by the way. She said she's been waiting forever" One of the fans tell the brunette causing her to smirk

"Did she now?" Y/n looks away with a blush.

[3mcwriting]

Regret, Part 1: Broken Promises

A/N: In this AU Steve is lead singer of the band, the Avengers. You (the reader) are his girlfriend, and you have been his girlfriend since before he got famous. Also, this reader drinks alcohol so I apologize if you don't.

Warnings: implied smut (nothing descriptive), language, cheating, angst, alcohol consumption, and Steve Rogers being a complete idiot

Regret Masterlist

"Hey Steve, I was thinking we should order a-" you stopped, noticing the pair of heels that definitely weren't yours thrown on the floor.

Ok well maybe Nat came over? You reasoned, knowing that your best friend who was the most awesome friend ever, would never even think of hurting you.

Calm down (y/n) you're probably just overreacting.

But then you heard it.

The groans, the voice pleading, "Don't stop Steve, I'm almost there."

And you stepped into the room.

Only to see your boyfriend of 3 years with his face in between the legs of a woman who you had trusted.

Sharon.

Fucking.

Carter.

The woman you'd been friends with for 2 years, the woman who once told you that she was disgusted by cheaters.

Well, obviously that changed, because she was right there.

Her eyes shut as his face moved, gripping his hair and pulling. And Steve groaning, with his mouth still on her.

"What the fuck."

Sharon's eyes snapped open, Steve abruptly stopping as they both turned to stare at you.

"Don't-fucking-worry," you told them, lip curling in disgust. "I'll be gone soon, I just gotta pack and you can get back to your....activities."

Steve stepped away from Sharon. "Why are you packing?"

You snorted. "Look at the woman on our bed, why the hell do you think I'm packing?" You stuffed your clothes into a bag, too angry to look at the two people who had betrayed your trust.

"Calm down, don't pack," Steve said, voice annoyingly placating. "Sharon was just leaving."

Sharon nodded, running out of the room with her clothes.

Don't forget your clothes, you fucking asshole!" you called out, only to hear your apartment door open and shut. You turned to Steve. "Oh, well that makes it all better," you told him sarcastically, hoisting your duffel bag over your shoulder.

"Why are you so pissed? She's gone so why are you still fucking packing?" He asked, voice rising.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Your face went hot with rage at his angry tone. "You're not the one who got fucking cheated on by the person you've been with for 3 years! You have no fucking right to be angry! You know what?! Get out! I bought this apartment! So get the fuck out!"

He clenched his jaw, voice low. "I know you don't mean that. Wait until you calm down, we have to talk and I know you don't want to break up with me."

"Oh, eat shit, Rogers. Get the fuck out of my apartment."

"You don't know what you're saying, but I'll go because I know you'll be begging me to come back tomorrow," he declared.

"Don't come back."

You tore the sheets from your bed once he was gone, showing them into a trash bag because you knew that you sure as shit were never using those again.

"Nat, get over here and bring the booze and the ice cream," you said into your phone.

"On it."

•••••

"What an asshole! That motherfucker better not come back or I'll beat the shit out of him!" Natasha slurred, the half drunk bottle of tequila next to her.

You picked it up, taking a swig. "I know! I hate him so much! You know I was sooooooo stupid I fell in love with him," you told her with a hiccup. You picked at your fingers dazedly. "Why did he do it? He's such a piece of shit and I hate him."

"Don't worry, you'll find some hot as fuck man with a fine ass and killer abs. And hey! Chin up! You're a badass bitch who is a complete queen! And you have the most amazing best friend ever!" She cheered, making you giggle.

~~

"Ow, shit," you muttered, rubbing your throbbing head. "How much did we drink last night?"

"I think we downed the whole bottle," Nat groaned out, her hand shielding her eyes. "Why is it so bright?"

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The next day, (once you'd gotten rid of your hangover) you packed up Steve's things.

As you stood there with your hands on your hips, surveying your now much emptier apartment, memories of you and Steve flashed through your min. Cuddling on the couch while watching movies together. Him cooking you breakfast on the weekends.

Memories that would never be repeated.

You picked up your phone, dialing Steve.

He picked up on the first ring, "I knew you couldn't last long without-"

"Get over here," you told him, promptly hanging up the phone. You stacked all the boxes and put them near the door. You rubbed your neck, fingers brushing the fine chain hanging there. You went in front of a mirror, looking at the small heart pendant that rested over your chest.

You took it off, eyes locked on the small rose engraved on the heart.

A memory of him telling you, "You're my rose, and you'll always be in my heart," as he handed it to you bashfully.

The skinny boy from Brooklyn who loved art and singing songs to you when you were sad. The person who always stood up for what was right, always believed in the good in people.

The boy you fell in love with.

You sighed, wiping the tears from your eyes.

He doesn't deserve your tears.

You took a deep breath, wiping your eyes to make sure they weren't wet when there was a knock on the door.

You briskly walked to the door and opened it, knowing full well who stood just outside.

"Babe-"

You cut him off, "Here's your stuff and make sure you grab everything because you are not welcome to come back."

He protested, "this is our apartment-"

"No, it isn't. I own it." Your voice began to rise. "Now hurry up and pack then get out of here."

"Please, babe, I love you. Don't do this."

You looked at him with disgust.

How did the kindest person you'd ever met become like this?

"You should've thought about that 'love' before you stuck your face between Sharon's legs."

Half an hour later he had packed up all his stuff.

"Oh, Steve before you go, here," you told him, tossing him the necklace that you had never taken off until that very day.

He paled. "What are you doing? You promised you'd always wear that."

"And you promised you'd always treat me right. Guess we're both breaking promises now."

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

hi slug!!! what do you think of the block party trailers?

Thank you for giving me the excuse to go finally listen to them.

Rivals: Hmm, this is a really interesting comparison! I wouldn't have immediately classified Doppo as a "act first, think later" character, but he definitely has those moments. The music is bouncy but not immediately doing it for me. I think it's one of those songs I'll grow to like quickly, though.

White and Black: (not to be confused with Doppo's Black or White, naturally) SHADY BOYS, LET'S GOOOOOO! I love this match-up. I think they are the kind of people to have a meet-cute in which they committed identity fraud and/or credit card fraud on one another. Anyway, I love the style here. Team Rocket-ass mfers. I agree with the top YT comment at the time of writing, which is, "This is the most fanfic-y thing Hypmic has ever officially released, and I am here for it." I also love that neither of them makes one single effort to hide their scumminess. Truly a duo for the ages.

Thanks for Having Us! Now Look Alive! Osaka Big Up: (or whatever people are calling the Sasara/Roshou one) I adore the fact that Sasara introduces them as a three-person group ft. Rei, but Rei just happens to be doing something else (stealing Juuto's identity, most like) and thus it's a two-person act today. Sasara and Roshou's comedy/speaking dynamic is much more relaxed and natural feeling than it was in their first appearance in Ah, Osaka Dreamin' Night, which is a nice reflection of the current state of their friendship status. Music is chill. I'd like to hear more of it before forming more opinions. Their singing voices sound good with this older, slower style of song.

The Demons' Flowers: I appreciate how the MV style departs from usual Hypmic MV to mimic the MVs for this kind of music. Very JRPG-esque. The lyrics strike me as a little generic for music projects, which is atypical for Hypmic, but it's definitely appropriate for Juushi.

Get busy: I really like this match-up; their high energy works together well here, as does their commitment to working together with the homies to kick absolute ass. I'm not sure KR fully understands the connotation of the English title they've chosen; they're probably going for more of a "Take it easy...but take it!" vibe.

Viva la liberty: While the music itself isn't doing much for me yet, I like this take on how both Saburou and Ramuda have grown throughout the story while still acting in very similar ways to their act 1 selves. An unusual match-up, but I can dig it.

What Lies Beyond the Dreaming: Wow, I really like this. Like Scenario Liar, it almost feels confessional in the sense of how it creates a closed sense of solidarity with the listener (you're the only one I can trust, let me tell you my story for your ears only, etc.). In that case, it's being spoken to his brother, I suppose? Would love to hear the full song.

Closer: I like Hitoya's singing a lot in this one. The darker lyrics and tone suit them both quite well, and I wonder if this points to Jakurai and Hitoya finally talking things out, including Jakurai's experiences in the war, in act 3. Or perhaps that's simply wishful thinking.

My Life: Positivity: Aside from the obvious enjoyment of Hifumi wrangling the rest of the cast into being his enthusiastic background singers, I really like how this song is both bright and bubbly at surface level but says a lot of deeper things about Hifumi's character, like how he's willing to open himself up to being hurt again so long as he has the protection of his friends and loved ones. I don't think it's the kind of thing I'd listen to, but I am looking forward to seeing the full thing.

Move Your Body Til You Die!: Roger that, sir. o7 Very glad to see that Riou's solos are as silly as ever. I think this is my favorite so far in terms of music. It is most definitely my favorite in terms of music videos.

Will-o'-the-Wisp: I really, really, REALLY like the lyrics and how much growth they show for Samatoki. It's nice how you can tell just musically how much he's healed and mellowed out since the start of the series.

HIPHOPPIA: This is my actual favorite musically, and while I understand and appreciate the thematic point of having so many styles of music on this album, I'm personally a bit sad there isn't more of the classic hip-hop sound. Lot of interesting imagery in the lyrics.

Conclusion: Move Your Body Til You Die! is a work of art.

[midnightinwales]

@grapesnolives thank you for the link, I'll check it out during the weekend. I agree that their experimentation is always beautiful and fascinating to hear. They had singular sensitivity to the emotion – sound axis. And you can never be bored with it.

I've moved us to a new post, since our conversation is veering off the topic of the original post and I think we've hijacked enough of that already ;)

Unfortunately, I don't have the source for that quote about Robert, as I have been consuming a lot (and I mean A LOT) about LZ in the past few months, but in quite a chaotic manner and I haven't been taking notes. But If I come across it again, I'll send it to you. I was also surprised by it, but I guess it makes sense, since it was originally Jimmy's band and I believe that as time went by and Jimmy was losing his grip on reality more and more, Robert might have felt constricted a bit or started to develop a need for more independence. Nothing unusual in that, it happens in pretty much any band. He might have also been genuinely annoyed at the endless solos, quite like Bonzo, and JPJ probably too. I mean, to make a six and a half minutes long song into 45 minutes is both amazing and unnecessary lol. And Robert did have a bit of an imposter syndrome, still has, actually. He often spoke about them as 'three musicians and me'. 'I'm just a wedding singer who sang with musicians', and how his elaborate singing style developed as a method to stay in the song, cause the long musical intervals made him feel irrelevant. He definitely wanted to impress Jimmy and there was a lot of reverence for him as the worldly, knowledgeable, experienced musician who created his own band. But that began to disappear when Jimmy got heavily into heroin imo and definitely lost after 1977. Robert's priorities changed. His view of life changed. The love was still there, but Jimmy was no longer someone that Robert had to live up to, so to speak. Now he was someone to protect (and, in a way, someone to mourn). But the initial experiences formed Robert as a singer, set his standards and informed his view of musical expression.

I've also noticed that he makes fun of Bonzo (the diarrhea jokes will live with me forever, thanks Bob :/ ) and JPJ (and himself, occasionally), but not of Jimmy. IMO that's because he and Bonzo were 'bros', mates, and that's typical friendly behaviour in this kind of relation. JPJ was also a guy in the band and concert is entertainment, so it's only fair to make people laugh. It created a sense of dynamics, each band member had his quirks and image to play with. But with Jimmy he is only ever sweet and attentive. Not least because Jimmy Page can't take a joke imo. He's quite fragile and Robert knew it very, very well. But this doesn't read to me as reverential, but rather as caring. He knew not to make Jimmy the centre of attention that he might not see as entirely friendly. And his mysterious image had to be uphold too. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but whenever Robert speaks to Jimmy his tone of voice slightly changes. It becomes softer and warmer. ‘is it alright, love?’ kind of thing. He definitely wanted to be in Jimmy’s good books and for more than one reason.

I’m not surprised you thought they were a duet, seeing the photos. I recall seeing photos of LZ throughout my life and they’ve always been focused on J and R. I didn’t know what the other band members looked like before I started listening to the band. I knew Bonzo’s name because of his tragic death, like I do many other musicians’ who met their ends way too early, and knew that he is recognised as one of the, if not the greatest rock drummer of all times. But that was about it. IMO, he is the greatest of them all and he’s the only one whose drumming makes me genuinely tear up. There is as much emotion in Bonzo’s drumming as there is in Robert’s singing. Astonishing.

If you’re asking how I got into the story of J and R, it was quite simple really. I remembered the photos I’ve mentioned (mostly the WLL mic in the hair singing) which have always looked very suggestive to me and had heard before that part of the magic of LZ was the interplay between the two, and so when I finally got into their music I started doing my research to see if my initial impression was correct. And found plenty of evidence to confirm it, some of it much more straightforward then expected. But if you’re asking how I got into LZ then I’d say it was time for them to come into my life. One night on YT they appeared on my list and the journey began. I knew some of their songs before (STH, WLL, Dazed, a couple of others) and I had quite an emotional experience listening to Stairway as a young teenager, but that was the extent of it. I firmly believe that music comes to us at the right time and there’s no point in forcing it. It will find you if it’s meant to. And it will be a journey you’ll never forget.

Have you always been interested in drumming or is it the first time when it has captured your attention so much? Have you been into LZ for a long time?

[colbyskies]

Lover, You Should've Come Over

1.2k words Bill Kaulitz x male reader Bill and M/n had broken up, months ago. Leaving both of them to wallow in their pity and on M/n’s end—self hatred. Bill wanted to go public, they had an on and off relationship since they were both teenagers, the year was new and Bill was ready to take the next step; coming out. M/n wasn’t, he still isn’t. Coming out is terrifying, especially to an entire fanbase, especially in 2014.

Bill and M/n had broken up, months ago. Leaving both of them to wallow in their pity and on M/n’s end—self hatred. Bill wanted to go public, they had an on and off relationship since they were both teenagers, the year was new and Bill was ready to take the next step; coming out. M/n wasn’t, he still isn’t. Coming out is terrifying, especially to an entire fanbase, especially in 2014. 

It’s been a couple weeks since the release of Tokio Hotels new album, Kings of Suburbia. M/n can tell that there are some songs about him, he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been writing a song about Bill too. 

He loves him still and he hopes with all his heart that Bill still loves him. 

So as he sits in this radio station, ready to hop on the radio and sing one of his songs live, he second guesses which one he should actually sing. It would be a shot in the dark to sing the song he wrote for Bill, what are the chances that he’s actually listening to the radio right now? Despite it, M/n knows it's now or never, the record label would never sell something where M/n is clearly talking about a male lover. 

“Hello everybody! Today we have M/n with us, he’s going to sing one of his songs!” The broadcaster announces not noticing the way M/n’s body shakes with nerves. “What song are you going to sing?” 

It’s now or never, right? “I’m going to sing a new song that I recently wrote, first ever listen on air.” M/n smiles through his shaking hands, this could be the end of his career.

“Really?!” The broadcaster looks shocked but excited. “Well let's get into it then!”

The second M/n hears the soundtrack to his song playing in the background he knows there's no backing out of it. Everything in his body telling him to turn tail and run goes off in his head like a series of hurricane sirens. He can only hope Bill is listening. 

— — — —

Bill hates to admit it, but he’s stuck on M/n, almost obsessive over what he’s doing and who he’s with. He knows he shouldn’t act like this, he ended things for God’s sake, but he can’t stop himself from tuning the radio to the station he heard M/n was going to be singing on. 

At first he just had it on for background noise, but after hearing M/n is going to be singing a new song, he puts down his notebook and listens.

The sound is strange, nothing Bill has ever heard from M/n before. It’s almost churchy, something that M/n definitely does not lean to. As soon as the intro closes a beautiful melody plays and Bill instantly knows the song will be a sad one. 

“Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners…” Bill once again finds it to be strange that M/n is singing about this but turns up the volume anyway, loving the sound of his voice. Missing it. 

Bill sits with his knees to his chest, Pumba at his side supporting him. 

“...Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind…” The way his voice sings makes Bill’s chest ache, it sounds so genuine. Each break in his voice breaks down Bill's defenses. 

“...Much too blind to see the damage he's done. Sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one…” An apology. Something Bill didn’t know he wanted until this moment. The way his heart fills with warmth at the sound of the discret apology makes him feel shameful for his feelings of breaking up with him. 

Pumba has now gotten up, trying to play with Bill, but the singer rejects him. Feeling the need to focus on everything M/n is saying or singing for that matter. 

“So I'll wait for you, love. And I'll burn. Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn?” Bill almost chuckles at the last question, something he has said to M/n time and time again during their fights. Fights that Bill now finds to be pointless arguments used to push each other's buttons. 

“Hey Bill, what do you want to eat?” Tom walks into the room asking only to find his brother curled in on himself on the floor, watching the radio like he can see through it to the other side. The older twin is about to ask what is wrong when he hears the familiar voice over through the stereo. A voice both of the twins have grown up with and found to love, the voice of a former friend. 

“...My body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come…” Tom makes his way to Bill before sitting beside him and putting an arm over his shoulders. This break up has been one of the hardest things Tom has to witness his brother going through. Bill even got back into the old habit of sleeping in his brother's room for comfort, scared to be alone after years of falling asleep with a familiar warmth beside him or pressed into him. 

“...My kingdom for a kiss upon his shoulder. It's never over. All my riches for his smiles when I've slept so soft against him…” Bill’s eyes blow wide with shock. “Holy shit… Did he just say he?” Tom could barely talk either, his mouth slack. M/n has always been terrified to reveal anything about his sexuality and now he’s doing it live. He can’t take it back or say it was a slip up of words. He actually took that leap. 

“...It's never over. All my blood for the sweetness of his laughter. It's never over. He is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever…” Suddenly, Bill throws his face into Tom's neck, crying at the words. A simple change of pronouns sending Bill into a fit of sobs. Bill doesn’t even know if he’s happy or sad. He’s happy M/n did it, but they’re not together anymore. M/n isn’t his like he used to be and Bill is so scared he won’t get him back. 

“...Too deaf, dumb and blind to see the damage I've done. Sweet lover, you should've come over. Oh, love, well I've waited for you. Lover, lover, lover. Lover, love, love, love, love, love, love!

Lover, you should've come over 'cause it's not too late.” The emotion in M/n’s voice is evident, the sadness, the yearning, the regret, everything on display for everyone to hear. Bill wishes he could listen to the sweet words on repeat, to hear M/n call him those names once more. To hold him and tell him everything will be okay, but he’s not here with him. 

M/n did this for him. 

— — — —

When the song finishes M/n is rushed out of the station by his manager. His manager yells obscenities at him, but M/n couldn’t care less, this is his life and he wants to live it with Bill. Despite everything, he hopes Bill heard, he hopes Bill still wants this as much as he does. 

All of that is confirmed to be true when he receives a text from ‘Bill <3’ that reads, “Call me.”

There's no need to hide anymore, he loves Bill more than anything and would do anything for him. 

[smoooothoperator]

What A Shame

07: Sad Beautiful Tragic

Driver! Charles Leclerc x Singer! OC (Juliette Morelli)

Exes to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Childhood Sweathearts

Summary: they realize their feelings, but the hard part is admitting them

Words: 2.1k

warnings: fluff, angst?? lot of tears, Mattia (he needs a warning, yeah), flashbacks are on italics

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a/n: well well well!!!! here you have!! remember that there's only a chapter left. tell me your theories!!!

Every interaction is very welcomed!!!!

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How, in less than an hour, I found the words I wanted to say? I only needed to hear her sing, I only needed to hear her sing the song she wanted to be played at our hypothetical wedding.

"I just heard the most beautiful wedding song ever" she said while she threw herself on my bed, looking up at the ceiling with a big smile on her lips.

"Oh? Surprise me" I chuckled looking how she grabbed her phone.

The song started to play and I just had to look at her waiting for her voice. I know that she loves a song she heard recently when she already memorized it in less than a few hours. 

"It's beautiful" I nodded while hearing it.

"Imagine it at our wedding" she gasped sitting on the bed.

We always knew both of us were going to get married. Our families knew it the first time we met at school, how we played to be a couple, how we made weddings in our backyards. We were soulmates, and soulmates shouldn't be separated.

"I'm already picturing it" I smiled looking at her. "And that's a yes. Is definitely added  to the bucket list"

I know I love her. I always had. All those years without her were so hard. I only needed three months to know that I made a big mistake, listening and doing what Ferrari said. 

"If you want to become a champion you should focus on the team and only the team" Mattia frowned looking at me. "What you did during the lockdown, playing on the internet, was a bad distraction"

"And what did you want me to do! I couldn't get out of my house, for god's sake!" I exclaimed. 

"Well, train more! Focus more! Because it's obvious that playing games won't make you a world champion" he said mad, placing both of his hands on the table in front of me. "Focus on Ferrari"

"I have a life, Mattia" I frowned. "I have a family, I have a girlfriend. I have friends!"

"Well, then maybe you shouldn't have a girlfriend" he said.

"What?! Are you crazy?" I exclaimed, getting up off the chair. This is getting out of hand.

"Break up with her. She's distracting you" he said. "If you want the seat next season, break up with her. Or else you won't be here anymore"

Threats. Everything was a threat. If I did something they didn't approve of, they gave me an ultimatum. I was their golden boy, they put a lot of money for me. 

They were my childhood dream.

And I did what they told me to do. I did everything. I was their puppet, someone they could use to have more attention, more sponsors, more fans. They used me to be back on top of everyone. 

"Charles" Carlos called me, making me focus back on the wedding. 

It's already finished. Everyone was standing up and clapping, watching how the newlyweds kissed.

I missed all the wedding just because I was locked in my mind. Shit.

"You have to sign the papers" he whispered to me and I just smiled weakly at him, walking towards Pierre and sighing. 

"You were distant during the ceremony" he whispered, handing me the pen. "Are you okay, mate?"

Just as I was going to answer, Juliette started playing the piano again. She started to sing again. 

"I'll talk to her" I whisper, signing the paper and looking at him. "I'll tell her the truth, even if that makes her hate me more"

Pierre just smiled and hugged me, patting my back and holding me tight. He knows I need all the support I can get. He knows how much this means to me.

"I'm sorry I spaced out all the ceremony" I sighed. 

"I'm not mad" he smiled. "She was looking at you"

🎤

The moment I waited the most all year. Summer trip. I always went somewhere with my family, they promised me this year we will go to Italy.

"Mommy, how long until we arrive?" I asked, hugging the plush cat. "I want to show Cha the new plushie I bought for his little brother!"

"Soon, honey" she smiled looking back at me. 

Summer trips with the Leclerc family were always funny. Since we were neighbors we planned the summer trips together, just because Charles and I never wanted to be away from the other.

Italy was beautiful, we both had so much fun. The backyard of the villa our families rented was so big that we could run free around.

"Cha!" I exclaimed, jumping out of the car, watching my best friend running towards me.

"Juls!" he smiled, hugging me. "I missed you, wifey!"

"I missed you too" I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Wait, wait, since when are you two married?" his older brother and his friend Jules us, making him hug me tighter.

"We did it on the last day of school" Charles said proudly. "So none of you two would take her away from me! She's mine!"

"Okay, okay" Lorenzo laughed. "you better keep it that way, you don't want to make Juliette sad, right?"

"No! She'll never be sad! I promise" he nodded looking at me, holding my hand and linking out pinkies.

He made so many promises and broke them. He promised he would never make me sad, that he would never break my heart, that he would marry me.

I sighed, playing the last note of the last song and looked down at the keys. I wanted to get up, to walk out of the church and avoid that conversation with him. 

I want to be mad at him. I really want to, but I'm so tired of that. I'm so tired of fighting, of lying to myself. 

So I just gave up. I let the tears fall down my eyes during the wedding. I let my eyes look at him while they said their vows. I let myself think about us again, about our promises. I let my mind read him, looking into his eyes and talking with him only with our eyes.

He regrets things, he's scared, nervous. 

When I saw him walking towards me after everyone left the church, I just smiled weakly, defeated.

"I don't want to argue" he said, making me nod. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. I... Juliette, you are the love of my life... And right now is like if we were the worst enemies out there"

It made me chuckle softly. Yeah, maybe we made a show with our two arguments, one last night and another this morning.

"I'm tired" I sighed looking at him, hugging myself. "I... I don't recognize us"

"Can we please talk as two grown adults, please?" he asked me, taking another step closer to me. 

I nodded and sighed, watching how he smiled weakly and nodded too. He took a deep breath, trying to find the words.

"But" I interrupted him before he could open his mouth. "Can we please do that after everything is done? I just... I don't want to ruin their day, Charles. I don't want to be more emotional that I'm already am"

"Promise me you'll dance with me" he asked. "Promise me you'll save a dance with me and we'll talk as long as we need it"

I took a deep breath and nodded. I felt his hand on mine and I just felt shivers running up my back. I missed his touch, how warm his hands were.

"Just don't stare at me while I sing on their first dance" I whisper looking at our hands. 

"I can't promise you anything" he whispered. I sighed and nodded, him letting go of my hand. 

"I... I guess I'll have to get out. There are photographers so..." I sighed looking up at him. "I don't think it's a good idea if we walked out together"

"Yeah, you are right" he nodded, nervous.

I sighed and grabbed all my things, walking out of the church and immediately facing the media. I just smiled, posing for some pictures and immediately walked away back to the villa.

I tried to not think about Charles, not wanting to have high hopes. I just want this day to end and go back home, where everything seemed normal. 

"Juliette!". Lando. "Hey, wait!"

I sighed and look back at him. No, I can't repeat it. Charles is here, I don't want to fight anymore.

"Lando, hey" I sighed. 

"You sang amazing" he smiled walking next to me. "You really made me cry"

"Oh... Thank you" I sighed. "Look... About last night"

"I know. One night stand" he nodded. "But hey, we could be friends, you know?"

I looked at him and sighed. I felt Charles' eyes on me again and I felt the shivers again. 

"Look... You are nice and all, but you are not my type" I sighed. 

I smiled weakly and kept walking, making myself get lost on the streets of the village just to have time to think.

"Juliette!" he called me. 

I turned around and sighed. Charles followed me, he walked behind me.

"Charles..." I sighed.

"They threatened me" he said, walking closer to me. "They didn't like that I did nothing during the lockdown. That I didn't train. That my first season in Ferrari was nothing. They wanted me to fight, to focus. To leave everyone to the side"

"What?" I frowned. 

"Mattia wanted me to live only for Ferrari" he mumbled. "He obliged me to break up with you. To leave my friends. To not date anyone nor be involved in rumors. They used me as a puppet to have more followers, making promises that I would take the team back to the top"

I looked at him and swallowed thickly. Now I understand why he was nervous that night. Why his eyes were red. 

"Juliette..." he whispered, closing the big distance between us, just standing a few feet apart. "I went to your shows. To your first show, I was there, on top of the stadium and watching you how you sang and danced"

"Why did you never call me?" I mumbled, feeling tears in my eyes. "Why did you never text me?"

"Because my publicist had a copy of my sim card" he whispered, holding my hands. "He controlled my media, what I should post and when. Who I followed and who followed me"

I looked at him. He was crying. He was crying and letting all his feelings get out. I missed him, how fragile he let himself be when he was with me.

"I missed you, Juliette" he whispered. "Every second, every hour, every day of my life. I missed you so much and it killed me that I could never be near you because they had eyes everywhere"

I swallowed thickly and did what my body needed to do. I just hugged him, I just held him close to me.

"I tried to find you" he whispered in my neck. "I tried to contact you but I was so afraid of you pushing me away again..."

"Oh, Charles..." I mumble rubbing his back. "I..."

Can't. I can't.

"It hurt so bad" I whispered. "It... The day you left me was the most painful day of my life. I could handle the pain of all those nights hearing you cry, holding you until you fell asleep in my arms. I could handle watching you fall apart and hearing your heart break when Jules and your father died. But... That night was like if you died to me"

"Juliette" he whispered, holding me tighter. He's here.

"I waited for you" I whisper. "A day, a week, months... But you never called"

"I wanted to call you" he whispered. "I... Valerie. Valerie was the only way I had of knowing how you were. She got me all the tickets, she made sure that you were alright"

"What?" I frown. "Valerie?"

"She wanted us together, Juliette" he whispered, pulling away and looking at me, cupping my cheek. "He wanted us back together, she threatened me so many times about telling you everything I did for you. And... God, I know I disappeared for ten years, but if you give me another chance I promise you that I'll never leave"

"Charles..."

"I'll never leave you, Juliette Morelli" he whispered, wiping away my tears. "I promise. I know that I broke so many promises. But... Please, give me another chance"

"Give me time" I whisper. "I need time"

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[rauvlyna]

Kim Jiwoong

yellow sweater and deep conversations

pairing: ZB1 Jiwoong x gn!reader

theme: slight angst, fluff (very domestic)

warnings: mentions of religion, idol struggle, kinda sad in general

word count: 1.6k

a/n: This is just kinda a domestic fluff oneshot and goes nowhere

"Oh don't act all innocent. Before we got together, all you did was flirt with me so I thought you were like that with everyone else. Turns out, you actually liked me and weren't just playing with my feelings." You chuckled at the memory.

Jiwoong shook his head and sighed. "I always had a thing for you, you know? I know we were just close friends before, but I always thought you were cute." He looked away, blushing at the things he was saying.

"I'm glad I'm the only person that gets to be this close with you." He smiled warmly as you hugged his waist. He liked the fact that you were caressing his sweater covered back. "You are all mine." He told you in a cheeky tone. "Not everyone can say they have you as a lover."

"And not everyone gets a Kim Jiwoong all to themself, and absolutely smitten - aka simping - over them. So I feel very VERY lucky."

more under the cut!

His eyes lit up as soon as you mentioned his full name. He leaned forward to kiss your cheek and smiled at you once again. "Maybe you should start simping for me more. I feel like I'm constantly simping for you, and it's good because you definitely deserve it." He smirked as he looked up at you. "I just feel like... well you interact with a lot of other people in your school so.. I don't, I feel weirdly jealous even though I know I shouldn't. Also, you've been really busy lately so we don't get to spend a lot of time together."

"I understand, I'm really sorry about that. There's no need to try and invalidate what you're feeling, it's good that you're telling me this."

"You can feel jealous, it's okay but I want you to remember that you're just.. I never imagined I would ever be with someone like you. People see your looks and think that that's all there is to you, but you're extremely talented. I mean, you're a dancer, a singer, an actor, a YouTuber, and a part-time comedian for me." you say, adding the part-time comedian jokingly.

"Yes, you are indeed not bad looking, but your personality is honestly the biggest contributor to why I fell for you. No one can top that, at least not in my books." You say all this as both of your hands hold his face, your eyes boring into each other's.

After hearing your words, his face lit up and smiled sweetly at you. "You don't know how happy that makes me, love. Honestly, when I'm with you, I forget all the things I do for work and fame. You're right, the first thing that people see when they look at me is just a celebrity. But I like to think that you don't see me like that. I hope you just see me as... Jiwoong. Your adorable, kind, and very beautiful boyfriend." He laughed once again.

"You really had to emphasize the beautiful part, didn't you?", you tease him. "But it's not like it's a lie, so I'll let it pass."

"Hmm.. to me.. you're just my dorky boyfriend who happens to be a celebrity, too." you brush off his hair away from his forehead and admire him, "I know I don't say this enough, but I'm really proud of you. You went through hell and back to get where you are now. I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you to be a part of shitty companies. Right now, I'm just thankful you're in a much better company. I wish you nothing but happiness and success."

He looked into your eyes after listening to your words. A warm smile appeared on his face as if he felt touched by your words. "I'm glad that I left those awful companies and finally found my place. I'm thankful that my dreams have come true thanks to your support. I'm also glad I'm still able to keep up with dancing and singing after all these years." He put his free hand on you cheek. "And I'm proud of you too."

You put your hand over his, "I'm serious.. Every time I think about what you've been through in the entertainment industry, my heart breaks a little. I know it's useless, but I can't help but wonder how things would be like if you had a good company in the first place. I have so many what ifs, but the one that stands out is - What if you became a successful K-pop singer in your first try?"

"I guess I would've been a lot more successful in life if I got into a good entertainment company right from the start." He shook his head at the thought.

"But, there's really nothing that we can do now, so might as well just keep on looking at the positive side. Those experiences in those awful companies made me the person that I am right now. Maybe that's how it was supposed to be." He shrugged his shoulders.

"You think about it too much, babe," is what he says before leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

You let out a sigh, "Sorry.. I can't help it. It just makes me wonder how you're still so optimistic and such a wonderful person despite everything. It reminds me of that one saying about how God supposedly gives the hardest battles to his strongest soldiers." I chuckle a little. "Neither of us is religious, but somehow it's very fitting."

He smiled when you spoke, trying to be understanding. But he also laughed. "No, no, you don't need to apologize." He leaned in to gently place a soft kiss on your lips. "You're so poetic sometimes, love. But if you're wondering seriously, then I guess it's because I've learned to be optimistic because I don't want to waste my time on being sad about things that I can't change." He placed his free hand on your cheek and caressed it once more. "Instead of being sad and having regrets, I can use that time to make more memories with you."

He started to think about the whole religion and battle thing you just said. He stayed quiet for a moment as he sat there silently. "You know, what you said reminded me of something too." He started to talk quietly once more.

You turned to him curiously, sliding off his lap and opting to sit beside him instead. "What does it remind you of?"

"Hmm... my friend once told me something back then. It's similar to what you said. He said to me, it's all about choices." He looked at you and put his free arm around you, bringing you closer to him.

"He told me this when I was in a bad place, and he was right. He said that we are all given certain circumstances in life and the choices we make lays a path for us to walk on, although we can never be sure where it'll ultimately take us, it's our hopes and intentions that keeps us away from straying from that path."

Smiling up at him, you nod. "Your friend seems like a great person. It was nice of them to say that. And yeah, that seems right. I'm glad that you had great people around you during those times."

He nodded in response. "Yeah... it was all thanks to him. He was the reason I got out of that bad place and turned my life around." He chuckled a little as he thought about the past. "And I'm so lucky to have you around, right now. You are always there for me, and you make me a better person."

"What about you? Did you ever have anyone like that in your life? Someone who helped you out during a bad time." He tilted his head as he waited for your response.

You hummed as you think of your past. "I'm not sure."

Clearing your throat, you continued, "Back then, I wasn't good at opening myself up to people even if I considered them as my friends. " You take a small pause, trying to remember at least one memory. "Oh! I remember that one friend I had during high school. I didn't exactly tell them about my situation, but I told them about what I felt.. It lifted a heavy weight off my chest, but I also felt bad after because I thought I was being an inconvenience."

He was quiet as you spoke, paying close attention to you.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe that's why you're so good at picking up on other people's emotions right now." He thought out loud.

He continued caressing your waist, and you could feel his soft fingertips on your sweater. "I think you should try to reconnect with that person sometime if you get the chance." He smiled at you. "I'm sure they'll be glad to hear from you again." He said while playing with your hair.

"She lives overseas now, so we don't get to see each other. After graduation, we didn't get to keep contact either. I still like some of her posts on instagram from time to time. She does the same, too."

Yoy sighed and snuggled closer to him. It may be because you're tired, but for some reason, he thought that you were more touchy today.

As you snuggled a little closer to him, he smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your head. "I still think you should message her someday. Catch up for old times sake, you know?"

You nodded at his statement. "Maybe I will."

"Also, you're more touchy today? I like that. You can be as touchy as you want, you know." He joked once more.

After hearing his joking response, you softly smack his chest. "I don't even know why I'm like this. Either I'm just extra tired, or because it's been really cold lately which makes me... I don't even know."

a/n: If you got to this point, thank you so much for reading!! I really appreciate it. Also, this was difficult to edit (pretty sure there's still some errors), and I might have some grammar lapses, too. Wrote this a few weeks ago, and since it hasn't been long since Jiwoong's birthday, this can be a bday post, too. Thanks again!! mwahh

[bigupsdog]

Intro dialog for every Guilty Gear character day 2: Elphelt

Sol: A Rockstar now eh, ya like Queen?

El: Whoa, that's super retro, you really know your stuff, wait how old are you again?

Ky: Just so you know, no one back at Illyria castle saw you as any kind of burden.

El: I know, but I needed leave, I have to spread my voice.

May: Hay Elphelt, how are your sisters?

El: They're doing great, how are yours, it's alright if this takes a while.

Axl: You ever lose a person ya love?

El: Kind of, he was also a metal singer, but i'm still not really sure if I loved him or if I was told to love him.

Chipp: A rock star? Well I'm a ninja star.

El: The two of us will shine so bright we'll ignite the sky.

Potemkin: I always wanted to learn music, but I would break any instrument I'd get my hands on.

El: Oh no buddy, I'm sure we can make an instrument tough enough to handle your metal.

Faust: Diagnosis… butterflies… in… stomach.

El: Gross, get them out!

Milia: Not all love stories end in happily ever after I'm afraid.

El: Don't worry Millia you'll find the perfect someone someday.

Zato: Love? Is that what I feel when I'm around, her?

El: By her, do you mean, me!?!

Ram: Speothos Venaticus, hmm maybe we should get you a dog of your own.

El: Yes! Yes! Yes! Then your dog and my dog could be boyfriend and girlfriends, eek!

Leo: The castle has definitely been a lot less noisy since you left.

El: You can't scream your heart out in a place like that without someone else screaming at you to quiet down.

Nago: If you hand me that marriage certificate one more time I'll cut it to shreds.

El: Luckily I have hundreds more, so stop playing hard to get.

Gio: Speothos Venaticus? Met a couple of those where I'm from.

El: YOU DID! Tell me all about them and how they're the cutest, best thing in the world!

Anji: I wouldn't exactly say your music is good to dance too.

El: Oh you have to do a specific kind of dance, I think it's called the mosh.

I-No: Music, I prefer to call whatever you're doing, shit.

El: Well you're not very radio friendly.

Goldlewis: Never been much of a fan of metal, ya like county?

El: Nope :) But that's ok we all can like the music we like.

Jack-O: Just took Soooool on a really sappy daaaate.

El: Well don't hold out on me, let me hear all the juicy details.

HC: I've never heard anything like your music before, gotta say I'm a fan.

El: REALLY! If you sign here you can join my fanclub, it currently only has 4 members so seats are open!

Baiken: You're too loud I can barely hear myself think.

El: Oh sorry I'll try to play my new song “The Demons Deadly Wedding from Hell” a little quieter.

Testament: You were almost pupited to kill those you love… I'm happy you managed to avoid that fate.

El: Kliff… I know he loved you more than anything, even after you became a gear.

Bridget: I've heard about a secret energy called “Girl Power” can you teach me how to harness it?

El: My first decipl! I'll teach you everything I know!

Sin: So you decided to leave the castle and march to the beat of your own drum, I can respect that.

El: I'm marching alright and nothing's gonna slow me down, unless I trip.

Delilah: Would you mind quieting down? I'm trying to sleep.

El: I could sing you a death metal lullaby if you want.

Asuka R#: Just to warn you I am an artificial lifeform, but I am nothing like the Universal Will.

El: Just don't force people to do stuff they don't want to do and I guess you're fine.

Asuka R Kreutz: Any advice on being more entertaining for my podcast.

El: It's your lucky day cause you're talking to a girl who's listener count has doubled to 18, we'll get you your fans in no time.

Johnny: Love songs eh, ya got one for me?

El: Of course, and soon I'll have a song for every person on this planet.

ABA: Maybe one day you'll have half my charm and you can get a man half as good as Paracelsus.

El: Ahh thanks ABA, that's really sweet :)

[malleablemusic]

when i was 13 and worked as my mother's busboy in my uncle's pizzeria, i had my first crush ever, and it was on the 16 year old dishwasher. its important to note that he did not speak any english, i was a teenage girl with severe social anxiety, and we never acknowledged each other. one week before he left (for a reason I'll never know) he spoke the only words he's ever said to me: "you look like kurt cobain." i have never ever recovered. i think i have since dealt with this trauma and am now strong enough to listen to radiohead. here’s my review of nirvana’s nevermind:

smells like teen spirit: 4.6/5 stars

incredible intro, i’ve definitely heard this before

“i feel stupid and contagious” that's the quintessential teenage experience put into words. fantastic

i like how gritty his voice gets when he yells

love when the album title is referenced in the first song. yess

in bloom: 4.4/5 stars

“nature is a whore / bruises on the fruit / tender age in bloom” beautiful imagery

the angst is so visceral and real, there's genuine anguish in his voice

i love the choice to follow “likes to shoot his gun”, with “he knows not what it means” 

cobrain is so brave to call out his fans who don’t understand the meaning of his lyrics or agree with his beliefs/opinions that he's singing about- they just hear what they want to

a little too repetitive, but it sees that is just their style

come as you are: 3.8/5 stars

what is memoria?

took a break to look up the definition: not sure what his intentions were with the word, but there could be several interpretations. 

he could be formally “recalling the arguments of a discourse” and backing himself up with the claim “i don’t own a gun”, referencing his past lyrics publicly expressing his dissent for the lack of gun control in the u.s

breed: 4.7/5 stars

banging intro

this is exactly what the inside of a 16 year old girl’s mind sounds like 

i am filled with regret that i have never listened to nirvana and that i assumed their music was not relatable to me in my youth, as screaming and dancing alone in my room to this song as a teen would have probably healed me at least a little bit

“we dont have to breed / we can plant a house / we can build a tree” the grip this line would have had on me… 

lithium: 4.6/5 stars

the growling in his voice when he sings the “yeah”s… im in love with him i think

as i was typing the last bullet he sang “im so horny / thats okay / my will is good” i had to pause and gape with my jaw on the floor for a minute while i recollected my thoughts

amazing storytelling in this song

polly: 3.5/5 stars

how does he weave full stories with such few words

just a few lines in and the man and woman’s relationship is fully fleshed out

so many ways to interpret the words, she wants a cracker could be reference to a woman with anorexia or an eating disorder, she self harms, he is suicidal (bought rope) 

territorial pissings: 4.8/5 stars

based on the title this will be very interesting

absolutely iconic intro of person speaking and spitting absolute facts

cobain continues to amaze me- “never met a wise man / if so, its a woman” i AM IN LOVE why have i never met a nirvana fan who actually displays the beliefs kurt is singing about ??

drain you: 4.9/5 stars

“i dont care what you think unless it is about me” so so real kurt. 

more male singers should be as openly horny and desperate as kurt was

“chew your meat for you / pass it back and forth / in a passionate kiss / from my mouth to yours / i like you” this is PEAK ROMANCE. PEAK

simping in this song in the hottest way possible

the gross imagery combined with his obsessive romance is delightful to listen to

lounge act: 2.7/5 stars

a little bit repetitive and im not sure i love the jealous side of kurt

doesn’t call out to me for some reason, isn’t as special as the previous tracks have felt

stay away: 4.6 stars

“rather be dead than cool!” “give an inch, take a smile” loving the backwards metaphors/lyrics

this is once again the ballad of a teenage girl, being incredibly angry and pushing those around you away

if i knew about how much id relate to nirvana id play this song on the drive home from school after being overstimulated all day

GOD IS GAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god i love this man 

on a plain: 3.7 stars

encapsulates the feel of an addict, somehow gives the feeling of a whole backstory in which there's the son of an addict mother becoming one himself 

“the finest day that i ever had / was when i learned to cry on command” brings to mind the ways addiction can turn someone into a manipulator

something in the way: 2.9/5 stars

ok r. patz batman time lets goooo

this truly encapsulated the feel of robert pattinson’s batman movie: dark, grungy, sinister

okay but honestly other than me already knowing this song from batman and having that appreciation for it, this song would fully be a skip

endless, nameless 2.8/5 stars

opens as a full 180 from the last song

i kind of like how the words sound like almost incoherent screams 

i could see why lovers of punk rock/alternative music would enjoy the second half instrumental part of this song- unfortunately i am not usually a big fan of long instrumental ends to a song, but could see how it works for the final track of the album

I actually loved this album a lot more than I expected to! i would rate it overall a 4/5.

[hooked-on-elvis]

So, this post made me think about some conviction of mine and I wanted to know your opinions too.

For me, Elvis' voice is better in the 70s, end of story, which is not novelty for any one but naturally we have diverse opinions on the fandom, that's why I like sharing my views on it. I'm not going deep dive about the technical aspects on Elvis' voice because I'm no music teacher, vocal trainer or anything so I'll stick to my feeling as a mere fan. You may love Elvis' 50s voice better, nothing wrong about it since he rocked at all eras - no question about it - but denying his voice was way more amazing in the 70s is like saying Elvis didn't improve himself as a singer over the years which is totally untrue. Let me say it... My fav thing is hearing him singing the 50s songs in the 70s (and late 60s). On the '68 Special when he sang "When My Blue Moon Turns to Gold Again" I was like... literally hollering at my seat (and kept listening to the song over again, each time bringing me closer to watery eyes).

Understand what I'm saying? Both versions amazing, but the 60s one it's just... flawless!

Another of the '68 special's rendition of a 50's song I love happened when Elvis said Scotty Moore asked him to perform "Lawdy Miss Clawdy"… I gotta say, the first time I heard him singing this second song was the '68 version but a few days ago I played the 50s version and… not even close to impress me as much. Although is fairly good, it doesn't hold a candle for Elvis' voice in the late 60' and all the live 70s versions of it.

Anyway... Elvis' from the late 60's on voice is the most! I mean, listening to the 50s version of "Lawdy Miss Clawdy" don't you miss the Sweet Inspirations singing "Bye bye, baby" and "Won't be coming no more..." on the background? The 1972 "Elvis On Tour" version is the best one EVER! And that's what I mean… Elvis kept improving himself as a singer year after year! It doesn't matter how sometimes his sicknesses affected his vocals during the late 70s, because that's very understandable (even tho is a shame) and even when his voice was a weaker (in an Elvis to himself comparison scale), his voice through the 70s is better than his 50s voice alright anyways. C'mon! That's true! By the way, for me, Elvis singing with a sore throat sounds better than 95% of other performers (and the 5% that could possibly outshine him around the time his voice was weak are the 50s-70s ones - his own fellow music performers. Not even one of the today's artist could come close to what Elvis' voice was, even when he sounds a little weak during some late 70s live performances, much less at his voice's best powerful and full vitality moments). That's my opinion.

Anyway... sometimes I wonder: Was Elvis really "the King" in the 50s? I'm not talking about his numbers, the amount of fans, money or fame here, guys. I don't either wanna sound like I'm belittling Elvis' amazing, not ever seen before or after, tremendously impressive successful career. He totally earned being dubbed "The King of Rock Roll" in the 50s considering he's done what no one had ever done before and was really successful at it. We can say he was "the King of Hearts" since the 50's but in music... Okay, all his bold wild dance moves live onstage and his big charisma did it for him to earn the title "the King" too, but even so his voice was great and unique, it wasn't perfect... just yet. I think of him being crowned "the King" in the 50's somehow as "being a promise to be fulfilled" — and it was. During his career he was year after year getting better and better as a singer and performer, showing everyone he indeed was "the King", in spite he was doing movies or recording albums, Elvis never ceased to keep the world's eyes on him and he did it so effortlessly. Even tho he worked his ass off, his charm and talent was natural as day light. Elvis Presley definitely wasn't a regular performer and maybe that's why he was crowned as "the King of Rock and Roll" so early in his career but to me, the moment he absolutely triumphed and proved nobody could ever hold a candle to him was from the late 60's on.

The Elvis we see from late 60s on, performing soulfully onstage is undeniably "THE KING".

What are your thoughts about this? Do you prefer Elvis' voice in the 50s, 60s or 70s?

[fanaticsnail]

Hello again! I'm coming with a challenge for a character you haven't write yet but since it's me you can imagine who is 😉 That's if you have the time and still taking Dance requests 🕺💃 A very Pretty Please and Thank You's!

I found the perfect dance genre for Bogard while looking for inspiration and I want to give this prompt to you.

This may be long but here I go.

Since, as you commented on my first headcanons, my reader OC already is an Art Dealer who is absolutely a white collar pirate, I want to give you the prompt of Bogard with reader who is a normal Art Dealer although the background story is the same: they were going to get engaged in their youth but she rejected him in the end because that wasn't the life she wanted and ran away to became an artist.

Ironically, she ended working indirectly with the Marine by geting artworks for highrank officers (like Axe Morgan's paintings and such) and helping with recovered stolen goods and treasures from pirates, like testing it's legitimacy and pricing.

They've seen each other from time to time throught the years but they know it might not have worked due to him being overseas all the time. Still the Spark is definetely there and they can't help to wonder what if. As NSFW as you feel comfortable 😉

Also, this goes for OPLA Bogard whose actor is like 36yo. While animanga Bogard may have like +50yo because he already was Garp's second 38 years ago, acording to wiki (I'm headcanon-ing that that Bogard was his father XD).

The songs I came with for Bogard are Danzon/Mambo from the 40's/50's but there are so many versions that I can't pin them. They're just categorized as "popular latin music" (I'd add Vintage because they're definetely my grandparents songs even if they have more modern versions):

¿Quién será? (definitely a mambo)

Sway (english version)

Even if it's almost the same music, the lyrics are very diferent. In spanish is more melancholy with the singer wondering if he'll ever love again and who'll be she.

Quizás, Quizás (no idea of the genre but this one sounds like a very slow Danzon to me. I specially like this version from the movie Cantinflas.)

Perhaps, Perhaps (english version, more lively, mambo-ish?)

Again very diferent lyrics but both convey the message and vibes I imagine. The spanish one is more sad, specially in the context of the movie with the wife feeling miserable and left behind by her famous actor husband.

Nereidas (definetely a danzon).

No lyric just vibes but that was totally the Cabaret music from my grandparents' period 🤭

And that's it. I hope I didn't bored you with all the explanation and may spark some inspiration. This genre of music is from my favorites for when I'm feeling specially vintage-y, and Bogard gives me all the Noir vibes.

Oh my goodness, my darling! Absolutely! I would love to write for Bogard!

I have never written for him before and I am excited to do more of a deep-dive into who he is. I've finally managed to get up to the Helmeppo and Koby training sequence in the Anime, so I'll be able to draw more on what he's all about to add to my little dance series. I adore the art dealer, antiquities evaluator character. It's giving: Indiana Jones in the best way.

Of the series, I am yet to complete the scenes for Koby and Garp - now I absolutely must add this noir-esk sea-dilf to the list!

I've also never had a proper NSFW request before, so this will be a fun dynamic to play with - especially with the dance series.

Thank you for giving me the prompt. I'll add him to the misc list!

You could never bore me, dear. I adore hearing from fellow writers, readers and lurkers.

To be completed of the Dance Series:

Koby's Foxtrot

Garps Bolero

Cabarat at Baratie

Bogard's Mambo/Danzon

Masterlist is here in the interim!

[alinathefirst]

Notes: Y/n - your name, Y/s - your surname.

When the snow covered everything around, which caused the train to stop in the middle of the track before even reaching the nearest city, Y/n decides to walk there with Julie, a girl she met on the road. As a result, they are joined by famous singer - Stuart Bale, whom neither she nor her new friend have ever heard of. But when she notices the way he's looking at Reyes, she understands everything. Apparently, love at first sight happened. From his side, of course.

At the «Waffle Town» cafe, which the three of them reached through snowdrifts, they are greeted by Billy, who takes out freshly prepared waffles to visitors. The first thing he notices is the famous singer and he freezes in place, cursing. Julie explains the situation to him, and the guys sit down at a table by the window, also ordering waffles.

Y/s finally looks around the room. A typical diner cafe that exists in any city in America. Although snowflakes and shiny tinsel with a garland that are pasted on the windows add a special Christmas atmosphere and seem to add more comfort to the establishment.

"Oh, another new face in this godforsaken town." Billy says, setting out the plates with their food. "What kind of wind brought you here?"

"I have the same question for my father. I came here for him." She shrugs, looking at the black-haired guy. He does the same, and there's an awkward pause between them. "I'm Y/n." The girl introduces herself, smiling at him.

"Billy." The brown-eyed guy nods his head and distracted by a table at the other end of the establishment, where a crowd of girls is sitting. He awkwardly waves to the guys and walks away to them.

"He seems to like you." Reyes laughs. "He is usually not shy of anyone and is always ready to keep up a conversation."

"This is great, but I need to contact my father first." Y/s pulls out her phone, trying to call him, but hears only a female voice answering machine. "Cool. I'll have to sit here until he picks up the phone." She sighs nervously. All she wants now after a flight with a heavy backpack and a trip on a train stuck in the snow is to see her dad, drink hot cocoa with him at the Christmas tree and go to bed.

"And I need to get out of here as soon as possible." Bale squints at the table where Billy walked away a few minutes ago.

Everyone turns around, noticing the lively whispers and the obvious attention to his person. Julie shows the singer where the bathroom is and covers him in front of a crowd of girls. They leave them alone, returning to their place, continuing to talk about something of their own.

"I'll go after him, otherwise he'll get lost or the fans will tear him apart. Are you with us?"

"I don't have the strength anymore. I'd rather stay here." She leans back on the couch. "You go. I think we'll see each other again soon."

After saying goodbye, Y/s tries to dial her father's number again, but another attempt fails, upsetting her and making her worry. She doesn't like the idea of spending the night here without knowing where dad is. Especially alone in a strange city. Leaning on her backpack, she clutches her phone to herself and doesn’t notice how she falls into a doze.

A girl wakes up from the sound of a cup hitting the table. Hot cocoa with marshmallows floating in it is right in front of her. Lifting her sleepy eyes, she meets the kind gaze of the cafe employee and immediately straightens up, surprised by the drink.

"Is that for me? I don't think I ordered it..." Y/n sleepily looks out the window, noticing how dark it is outside. Well, she's definitely stuck here now.

"It's on me. You obviously need sweets to lift your mood." He smiles, sitting down opposite. "Is something wrong? You slept for at least an hour and a half." The guy asks her, watching as she takes a sip of a warm drink and mumbles contentedly.

"Father not answering the phone. We agreed a week ago that I would come to him for Christmas." She explains. "He's an artist. He decided to move here for privacy and to make it «Easier to work».

After explaining who exactly her father is, Billy thinks about it, frowning.

"Wait, an artist?" Brown-eyed interrupts. "He's our new neighbor down the street, lives just a couple of houses away from mine." What he said makes the girl happy, but happiness disappears when he continues: "… but he flew to the exhibition a couple of days ago and won't be back until tomorrow."

"Cool..." Y/s despairs.

"You can stay here all night. You won't bother anyone." The black-haired guy tries to cheer her up, even though he understands that this isn’t much support. "Unfortunately, I can't conjure your father, but I can keep you company and make more cocoa and waffles if you want. I won't impose."

"Thank you, Billy." Y/n forces a half-smile out of herself. "I'm all for it. Still, it's better than wandering through snowdrifts alone in an unfamiliar city." She finishes her cocoa and accepts the napkin the guy holds out, wiping her creamy moustache.

They sit and chat about everything until a crowd of guys bursts into the cafe and one of the waiters starts playing his music on the DJ console. Then the real pandemonium begins, and Billy runs into the kitchen.

At some point, one of the hockey guys sits down with the girl and starts hitting on her, not accepting the rejection and excuses that she doesn’t want to communicate with him. She catches a breathless waiter in the crowd and pleadingly, speaking only with her lips, asks to save her. He understands everything without words and comes to the table.

"Sorry dude, but she's already mine." Billy blurts out, and the girl almost chokes on a marshmallow. The hockey player raises his hands, leaving the table. To her mute question, the cafe employee justifies this behavior by saying that no one needs trouble. And apologizes for what he said earlier.

Noticing that someone else has come, the brown-eyed guy leaves Y/s alone again, but she doesn't even have time to get bored as the guy returns with the man and nods to him in her direction.

Recognizing her dad in a stranger, the girl flies up to him, hugging and crying with joy. It turns out that he planned to return earlier, but the plane was delayed due to snowfall.

Having received the long-awaited invitation home, Y/n suddenly hesitates. She leaves her father for a moment and runs away somewhere. Finds Billy in the crowd again, hugging him and thanking him for his help. He gasps in shock, hugs her back, rejoicing at her reunion with Dad. He doesn’t want to say goodbye to her, but he doesn’t dare to ask her to stay, when he has been watching her beautiful, but sad and tired face all day, wishing her for a pleasant rest.

***

Having finally finished such a stormy shift and cleaned up the cafe, Billy goes to the staff room to leave his apron there. He checks his pockets, just in case, and suddenly comes across a small piece of paper folded in half. Unfolding it, he sees a phone number with a text: "Please write to me. I want to get to know my savior better."

The smile doesn't leave his face all the way home. And as soon as he closes the front door behind him, he starts typing a message to a new contact...