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♡ 　　 LEMON IN THE AIR & SEA　　𓈒 　　the summer when nemo asked me to take them places

　

They came in like they always do, sunglasses perched on their head, holding their phone like it said something important.

I was halfway through restocking the biscotti jars when they asked, casual, sweet:

“Hey… do you know that place with the citrus trees? The one with the white stairs by the cliff?”

　

I nodded, already picturing it.

“Yeah. Orange grove cafe. They keep the lemon trees pruned low so the shade’s better.”

“Sounds perfect.”

They paused. Hesitated. Then-

“Would it be weird if you came with me?”

My brain flatlined.

“I mean- Only if you want to. Not forcing you. Just-”

They glanced towards the kitchen.

“You look like you could use the break.”

　

And suddenly I realized Iʼm still holding a biscotti in each hand like an idiot.

I smiled. Kind of.

I said something like, “silvano’s back. not sick anymore.”

They light up like I gave them permission.

“So you’ll come?”

And I did say yes.

Not because it’s a date. Not because it’s anything.

Just because I needed to.

I needed to know what it feels like to walk beside them, not just around them.

　

　

It was later that day. I was off work. Still smelled like sugar and dish soap. I didn’t really change — just threw on a clean shirt and wiped the flour off my arms.

They were already waiting, leaning against a stone wall next to the café, sun casting soft shadows behind them. The light hit them like they were meant to be here — like summer made room.

“Hey,” they said, casual.

I tried to say hey back. But it came out like:

“Hi- yeah, I mean. I’m- here.”

They smiled. I wanted to melt into the pavement.

　

The walk up to the orange grove was mostly quiet. Not awkward. Just soft. Every now and then they asked about a little building or a side street. I told them everything I knew. Some of it was made up — not lies, just stories my nonna used to tell.

They laughed at the weird ones. Said “I like the way you talk about this place.”

And that sentence sat in my chest like a small, warm stone.

　

When I got to the grove, the air smelled sweet and sharp. The sun filtered through the leaves, dappling everything gold. A few bees hummed around my feet. It was stupidly beautiful. I hated it. I loved it.

They sat on the little bench under the lemon tree. Pat the space beside them.

I sat too far at first.

They glances over.

I inched closer.

　

They started talking about music — about being busy, about not wanting to forget why they started all this. About needing places that feel real.

And then, so soft:

“You’re real. This feels real.”

I forgot how breathing works.

My fingers were tangled in my own wrist like I didnʼt know what to do with them. I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“I- uh. I like you here,” I finally said, which was NOT what I meant, NOT how I meant it.

But they just smiled. Soft.

Their eyes were warm. So, so warm.

“Yeah?” they asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Then, quieter, “Like- here. In this town. Not just in the shop.”

They didnʼt say anything for a second. Then:

“Okay. Then I’ll stay a little longer.”

　

And I was ruined.

Absolutely, completely, ruined.

　

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almostjune　17h

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almostjune　hands still warm. anyway.

　

starscollide　someone check on teo, I think he might be losing his mind 😭😭

⤷ flickerofsummer　broʼs been YEARNING

　

casanovis　NEMOʼS LIKED THE POST, WHAT????

⤷ hrtshaped　I was wondering the same thing 😭😭 seemed a bit out of the blue

⤷ soleboy　yeah, no, I donʼt trust this yet

　

　

With the beginning of the world volleyball championship, I DO post more.. Yes guys, itʼs not once every full moon everytime, I SWEAR!! ANYWAYS, yes, Nemo did come to majority of my matches, which was 1. very unexpected and 2. I was lowkey gonna have a HEART ATTACK (bcuz they are so. gorgeous, ok.)

　

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♡ 　　 STARS & LOVESTRUCK FOOLS　　𓈒 　　1st time ever meeting nemo

　

I wasn’t even meant to be up front.

Iʼve burned my thumb on a tray of cornetti, the playlist was stuck on some weird 80s remix loop, and I had flour all over my shirt — not the cute aesthetic kind. The Iʼve been here since 5am kind.

But Silvano called in sick.

And someone had to man the counter.

So there I was, wrist-deep in a tray of brioche, trying to clean sugar off my face with the back of my hand, when the bell above the door jingled.

And then... they walked in.

　

Not just anyone.

Nemo. Fucking. Mettler.

In my bakery. In Amalfi. Like it was normal.

And I froze. Like full-on, brain-empty, “what’s a croissant?” levels of frozen.

They were just... smiling. Asking about the cakes. Being all soft and curious and normal, while my heart was doing cartwheels in my chest like an overcaffeinated gymnast.

I think I handed them the wrong menu.

I think I also handed them a fork for no reason.

They didn’t seem to mind.

　

And when they left — coffee in one hand, little lemon tart in the other — they looked back.

Smiled again.

Like they knew something i didn’t.

And I stood there, behind the counter, covered in sugar and silence, thinking:

“What the fuck just happened.”

And also:

“How do i get them to come back.”

　

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♡ (˃͈ ˂͈ )　◞　barista / baker dr !! 　　◟⠀ ͜ꔫ ͜ ◞　　matteo “teo” sorrentino twenty years old full-time café owner & baker ,, half-time professional volleyball player ,, occasional influencer s/o = nemo mettler ,, yearner x oblivious 𓈒

　

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♡ 　　 YOUTUBER / STREAMER DR 　　𓈒 　　edit

　

　

Yʼall would not BELIEVE me when I tell you that the server in question, that we play on, is FULL of people from Eurovision.. and also my other friends, but its the most fun thing in the WORLD!!!! Except I never stress about anything and I tend to just go out there, to build silly little aesthetically pleasing builds and such ^3^

　

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　 ಲ ͏ㅤ ׅ 　　theㅤ ͏youtubeㅤ darlingㅤㅤ𔓗

　

　

There’s a boy on the internet with sunlight in his hair and a voice that sounds like seven places at once.

Elio Solberg — tall enough to look like a myth, soft enough to disarm it — grew up between the salt air of Amalfi and the blue hush of Steinkjer’s winters. He speaks with an Italian accent that curls like ribbon through Norwegian vowels, a living translation of everything he’s ever been: espresso warmth, fjord silence, the bright chaos of a tab open too long.

　

On stream, he’s loud, golden, alive. His laugh hits like a sunrise — reckless and sincere. He plays Minecraft like he’s building a heart out of blocks, like if he just gets the lighting right, you’ll understand what he can’t say. Stardew valley runs turn into accidental therapy sessions. Gaming with Eurovision contestants? Normal. Totally. Don’t ask.

People love him for the way he makes chaos feel safe. For the travel vlogs that feel like postcards. For the way his camera lingers on empty chairs, half-full cups, fading light. Sometimes, there’s a second voice, low and laughing, muffled from another room. Sometimes, he cuts it fast.

Sometimes, his bee necklace glints just so, and someone whispers, “Isn’t that the ring Kyle Alessandro wears?”

He never answers.

　

Elio’s earliest fans remember more. A boy off to the side of old vlogs, guitar in hand, smile like the sea meeting the sky. They remember the way Elio looked at him like a song he wasn’t ready to write yet. These days, the boy has a name. A discography. A stage presence. A beauty blender empire. These days, Elio pretends they were never that close.

But you can’t really un-know someone like that. Not when they were your childhood. Not when they were your softest beginning. Not when you're still filming in hotel rooms on Eurovision week with a second toothbrush by the sink.

　

He never says it out loud. He doesn’t have to.

There’s a reason his favorite videos feel like love letters.

And a reason the world keeps asking, “Hey… who’s laughing behind the camera?”

　

　

✿𝅼 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𐂯ㅤㅤ ̫ theㅤ eurovisionㅤ prince

　

　

There’s a boy who sings like the sea is still listening.

Kyle Alessandro — all warm cadence and unspoken things — was born with melody stitched into his ribs. He grew up humming through crowded Palermo mornings, always searching for something just out of sight. His voice found its shape early: honey-smooth, ache-bright, the kind that makes you pause mid-step.

　

The world sees the performer. The golden boy on stage. The Eurovision prince. But if you look closely — in the in-between, the behind-the-scenes, the laughter that comes too softly through someone else’s mic — you’ll find the rest of him.

He writes like he’s remembering something. Like every lyric is a note passed to someone who already knows how it ends.

　

People ask who the songs are about.

He doesn’t answer.

But his fans know. They always know.

There’s a boy in the background — quiet, tall, burning soft. The one who’s been there since childhood. The one who doesn’t need a spotlight to be part of every verse.

And Kyle? He’s been writing toward him all this time.

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˛( ͡ᵔ ◟ ͡ᵔ )　◞◟ ͜ ◞　　you can call me martino or marti. february baby ,, nineteen years old. extremely extroverted. he / him ,, male shifter. gay & slavic balkan. loass / manifestation guy. bf of many :3. pinterest ,, tiktok ,, spotify & all drs can be found here !! very excited to be here ˆ𐃷ˆ

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ꔫ　barista / baker dr　　✿𝆬　 　matteo “teo” sorrentino twenty full-time café owner ,, baker ,, barista ,, half-time professional volleyball player ,, occasional influencer & nemo mettlerʼs summer crush 𓈒

ꔫ　youtuber / streamer dr　　✿𝆬　 　elio solberg nineteen youtuber ,, streamer & kyle alessandroʼs childhood sweetheart 𓈒

ꔫ　influencer dr　　✿𝆬　 　enea luci twenty-five influencer & adam pavlovčinʼs sunlit angel 𓈒

ꔫ　1st singer dr　　✿𝆬　 　adrianno snær nineteen singer & jan rozmanowskiʼs muse 𓈒

ꔫ　2nd singer dr　　✿𝆬　 　veikko halla twenty-nine singer & jere pöyhönenʼs #1 fan 𓈒

ꔫ　horse rider dr　　✿𝆬　 　elia koskinen seventeen professional horse rider & aron kiviharjuʼs worst rival ,, rivals to lovers 𓈒

　

MISC DRS : 1st nhl dr ,, 2nd nhl dr ,, 3rd nhl dr ,, liiga dr ,, extraliga dr ,, football dr ,, tennis dr ,, small town dr ,, eurovision dr 𓈒

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♡ 　　 INFLUENCER DR 　　𓈒 　　doodle / reference (??)

　

　

Me, doodling my drself from that DR AGAIN?? More likely than you think, honestly. But in my DEFENSE, itʼs currently lowkey my favorite DR, okay? I have my REASONS (my S/O)!!!!!!!

　

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♡ 　　 INFLUENCER DR 　　𓈒 　　things that Iʼm known for

　

　

◟⠀ ͜ꔫ ͜ ◞　　using makeup as a guy!!! breaking the gender standards !

　

　

◟⠀ ͜ꔫ ͜ ◞　　colorful tattoos, a LOT of them !

　

　

◟⠀ ͜ꔫ ͜ ◞　　overaccessorizing with all kinds of jewelry !

　

　

◟⠀ ͜ꔫ ͜ ◞　　different color hair very often !

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♡ 　　 INFLUENCER DR 　　𓈒 　　moodboard / aesthetic

　

　

Yʼall need to hear me tf OUT when I talk about my Influencer DR, LMAO. Iʼll never ever ever be chill about my s/o (Adam) and my friends, and my lifestyle, and everything EVERYTHING!!!!! This was a fun little project, bcuz I lowkey adore to do things that make me incredibly connected to my drself :)

　

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♡ 　　 CAFÉ DATE 　　𓈒 　　1st ever date with adam ^__^

　

　

First date. kinda.

I was already there. Already nervous. Already halfway through a drink that didn’t taste like anything, because my mouth was dry and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

I pretended to scroll. I pretended not to check the time.

I pretended this wasn’t real.

And then he walked in.

God.

　

He walked in like he knew he was being watched — like the ground bent a little for him. Like even the heels he wore were humbled to carry him.

He sat across from me and didn’t say hi. Just:

“So you are real.”

And I— Well, I laughed. Nervously. Awkwardly. Too loud.

He smiled like it was the exact response he wanted.

　

The rest is a blur.

His rings clicking on the cup.

His eyes. God, his eyes.

How he looked at me like I was already something to memorize.

　

When we walked home, neither of us said much. Not because we had nothing to say — just.

Everything would’ve been too much.

　

And at the door.

He leaned in.

And he didn’t kiss me, not yet.

He asked,

“Can I?”

And it felt like he was asking for more than a kiss.

Like he was asking to be let in. Like he was already inside and just needed the permission to stay.

　

So I said yes.

And when he kissed me, I swear—

The world around us faded away.