#dj talks for ts

[krausersknife]

yeah it's hot when he's beaten and bloody but what about when SHE'S beaten and bloody

[syl-stormblessed]

inside of you there are 2 wolves. one of them is listening to Regret Me on repeat. the other is crying in the corner because you’ll never get to hear “And Baby, when you think of me // I hope it ruins rock ‘n’ roll”

[sergeantpixie]

2023 character wrapped: 9 characters you loved in 2023! Was tagged by @frankensteinsmona

From left to right this is Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls), Daisy Jones (Daisy Jones & The Six), Aria Montgomery (Pretty Little Liars), Midge Maisel (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel), Elena Gilbert (The Vampire Diaries), Riley Flynn (Midnight Mass), Erin Greene (Midnight Mass), Annabel Lee Usher (The Fall of the House of Usher), and Ilonka (The Midnight Club).

Daisy, Annabel Lee, and Ilonka are the only three I met this year but I did rewatch all of the others' shows this year so it still counts lmao.

Tagging: @woodswit, @purplesigebert, @randomestfandoms, @imperpetuallylost, and anyone who sees this and wants to participate!

[imeminemp3]

this song sucks ass fr

[antigone-funn]

dear everyone who sees me blogging about the Daisy Jones & The Six show: please know I am only engaging with the show because the cast (most of them, anyway) are mm, mm, mmmm delicious and I am obsessed with this fictional band BUT I believe in DJ&TS BOOK SUPREMACY!!!!! so far the show is very meh so in my head I am just pretending the show is book accurate and that they haven't already ruined so much with it just so I can fully appreciate the work Riley Keogh, Sam Clafin, Camila Morrone, Sukie Waterhouse, Will Harrison, Sebastian Chacon, Josh Whitehouse, and Nabiyah Be are doing. thanks!!!

[dancingwith-handstied]

one thing about me is that I loveeeeeee nostalgia and love living in the past and this is sometimes okay but the bad part about it is that I’ve often tinted the past into this very nice rose colored thing and it makes me feel worse about the present, and while I am obsessed with the concept this tour is definitely SENDING me into nostalgia spirals bc all I can think about is how Taylor’s music has truly been there for EVERYTHING since I was ten and I feel like it’s so nice to remember all the beautiful little memories to her music, but also bad in the way where I feel like I’m just going to be sobbing all summer,,, does this make sense

[reasonsmandy]

Love Me Again

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* you're reading part two of — Love Alone

✧.* collab — @dj-ts

✧.* summary — They say nothing heals like time, but what do we do when that time is not enough to deal with your wounds? What do we do when we are not talking about a wound but a mark, a scar that was shaped by passion, desire and love? You thought that time would make you forget him, but there are things that are impossible to erase. And Warren Rojas, for sure, was one of those.

✧.* warnings — Nothing too drastic, read on and find out. (I believe that anything I put here will be a spoiler)

✧.* word count — 8.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I was so excited for you guys to read this, I really hope you like it. Special thanks to @dj-ts who wrote this masterpiece with me, thank you so much 🫶🏾. And as always, good reading.

The hours passed slowly, you were almost being devoured by the anxiety that was growing in your chest, you watched the clock on the wall anxiously waiting and waiting in frustration. Your foot couldn't stop tapping against the floor, your hands were sweating and your heart was beating so fast it could leap out of your chest at any moment.

You couldn't wait any longer, and gathering all the courage that was left in you, you got up. Without further ado, you put everything you needed in your bag and decide to walk to Camila's house, if you held that secret any longer you could explode for sure.

The way there, despite not being so long, seemed to take forever. You felt a huge tightness in your chest that wouldn't go away for nothing, you were scared... Very scared. You weren't expecting any of this, everything was going as smoothly as planned, the band had released a song that had blown up all over the country, the label had taken them back and Warren looked happier than ever, you loved seeing him like this and you had no idea what this news would do... How it would be received or how you yourself would deal with it.

You take a deep breath staring at your best friend's door, hoping she would be there to help you. You knock on the door, staring at your feet trying to regulate your breathing, you can hear someone's footsteps approaching and soon the doorknob turns opening the door. As soon as you see the brunette the tears you refused to let out, invade your face.

"Y/N darling, what are you doing here so early?" Camila had her hair tied up in a bun, Julia was sleeping peacefully in a crib behind her, she still hadn't looked at you and when she did and saw tears in your eyes, her eyes widened. "Baby what's going on? Come in."

The woman sits you down on the couch in the living room, crouching down in front of you, waiting for you to calm down. She caresses your knees trying to comfort you, trying to understand what had happened.

"Y/N I don't mean to rush you, but you're scaring me." She whispers after a few minutes.

"I'm pregnant Cami." You say and she sighs, in fact it wasn't something she expected.

Camila leaving the floor sits beside you, hugging you tightly, you stayed like that for a long time until you calmed down. She breaks the hug, looking deep into your eyes. She was scared but she knew her feelings didn't compare to yours, there was something different between her situation with Billy and yours with Warren.

Deep down she knew that she and Billy would make it work, she had confidence in their love and in what they had been building for so many years. But between you and Warren everything seemed so uncertain, at least from Camila's point of view, your relationship seemed to be sustained on the sands of a beach prone to strangely unpredictable tides.

And with that in mind, Camila feared what this child could mean, and not only for them on this journey of being parents, but also how this child would deal with this constant instability in their lives.

"And what do you want to do?" She takes your hands, trying to reassure you. "I'm here to help you with any decision."

"I want to keep it." You couldn't stop crying, tears fell down your face involuntarily. "But I'm so scared of what he would think… We never talked about this before."

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you realize the magnitude of the situation. What if Warren doesn't want the baby? What if he leaves you? You had always been so sure of your feelings towards him, but now everything feels uncertain.

You take a deep breath and try to shake off the thoughts that have been haunting you for so long. The gaps in your relationship with Warren seem to be widening with each passing day. It's as if you're standing on the edge of a precipice, staring down at the dark unknown below, and you can't help but wonder if you're about to lose the love of your life.

Those memories of unrequited love come flooding back, reminding you of all the moments that still haunt you to this day. You remember the way he never said he loved you back, or the way he always pushed you away when things got too close. You can't help but wonder if he'll react the same way to this unexpected news, and the thought alone sends shivers down your spine.

You asked Camila for some time to think, you said that you would stay there in the backyard smoking alone and obviously your friend did not invade your space, making it clear that if you needed it, just call.

As you watched the sky, the tightness in your chest increased, you were in front of something so unknown that it scared you, nothing in your moment brought you a firmament, quite the contrary. But at the same time that the tide of insecure thoughts was taking over you, a breach of warm and crystalline waters showed you a little bit of hope.

You would hear Julia's laughter at one time or another, and when you took your eyes to them you could see the little girl laughing and playing with her mother's hair, your heart racing at the thought of your future child, what would it be like to be a mother? What would the face of your great love's creation look like? You thought of the way your baby's hair could be curled like his father's, the thought of having a child like him filled your heart with joy.

You were afraid, but fear was not enough to quell your longing for this baby, the longing you had for a family by Warren's side. You imagined the way he could be a great father, how he would teach the child to play the drums with the greatest pride in the world, how he would be proud of every achievement of the baby. You knew Warren, he was the most eccentric person you knew and you had no other image of him as a father.

After spending a few hours with Camila, you feel a sense of calm wash over you. She tells you about her own experiences with motherhood and how it has changed her life for the better. As you prepare to leave, you feel ready to face Warren and share the news with him, even though the little voice inside your head told you that something was going to change and not in a good way.

As you walk back home to Laurel Canyon, your mind races with excitement and anticipation. You can't wait to tell Warren and start planning your future together as a family. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach that showed your anxiety, but the more you ignored the more they flew and messed with your cognition.

Despite these doubts, you push them away, determined to believe that everything will work out. But little did you know that the night ahead would be one of the most challenging of your life, and that your hopes and dreams for the future would soon come crashing down.

And every time you visited the memories of that day you regretted not listening to that little voice.

…

One year later

Eddie Roundtree: After she left… Warren was different.

Karen Sirko: He was out of control, at least.

Camila Dunne: I still kept in touch with Y/N for sure! She was my best friend and it wasn't a stupid move by Warren that was going to keep me away from her. But if I'm honest with you he had become someone else when she was gone.

Interviewer: Did you tell him what she told you?

Camila Dunne: *sighs* She asked me not to, I was not in my place to say anything.

Warren Rojas: When she left I... I didn't know what to do, I thought that I would finally have my freedom and that now I could live without owing anyone anything. But her absence left me with more withdrawal than any addict.

Your absence was something nothing and no one could prepare Warren for, he didn't know that losing the woman who was always by his side was going to be so agonizing and torturous, he pretended not to miss you. He hid the frustration that built in his chest every day he woke up and didn't feel you next to him in bed, he tried to ignore the tears that formed every time he remembered the nights you spent hours talking so he could help you with your sleeping problems, he tried to fill the void that your absence left in his chest in all the simple moments of his day, but it was all in vain.

He had lost count of how many women he had been with trying to forget you, imagining that would be what would fill the infinite abyss in his chest. He imagined your lips in place of hers, your hands running through the curly strands of his hair, he imagined your hands providing him that pleasure, nothing compared to having you actually there. Nothing worked, he tried all kinds of things but everyday when he woke up the feeling was still there, like it was taking your place.

As Warren tried to move on from the pain of losing you, he found himself drawn to other women, hoping to fill the void that had been left in his heart. But with every date, every kiss, every attempt at starting something new, he couldn't help but feel like he was betraying the memory of the one person who truly understood him. The only person who made him feel that way, nothing else fit the void you left.

Even though you were no longer together, his heart still belonged to you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake in letting you go.

It wasn't until you were gone that he realized how much he truly loved you, and now he was left with the regret of his actions and the painful realization that he may never find someone who could fill the void you left behind.

He was laying in bed, the soft sheets crumpled beneath him as he stared up at the ceiling, willing the tears to stop flowing down his face. But the memories of you were too vivid, too overwhelming. He could almost feel the warmth of your body next to his, the way your hand would intertwine with his in the darkness.

He could hear the sound of your laughter echoing in the room, as fresh and joyous as the first time he heard it, he could picture perfectly the way you whimpered under his touch every night when he was making you his, that room held all the most intimate and cherished moments between you two and although he knew that being there was like poke his wound he couldn't leave it behind the only thing that held you - or the memories of you at least - with him.

He remembered the way you would always eat breakfast in the morning together, the smell of the brewing beans filling the room and chasing away the last remnants of sleep. And now, as he lay there alone, he realized that he would never experience those moments again. The pain was like a knife twisting in his chest, sharp and unrelenting, and he needed it to stop. He needed to feel you again, holding you close to him again.

He didn't sleep that night, the cool air from the open window seeping into his bones as he tossed and turned. Despite trying to quiet his thoughts, he couldn't get rid of the image of what he missed so much: a life by your side. A few months after you left, he began to notice that none of the things he achieved or wanted to enjoy were as fun without you there. Little by little, when all the adrenaline from the drugs and shows passed, he felt that tightness in his chest again. And as the months went by, he realized that you were indeed the woman he loved, that he wanted to be close to, that he wanted to call his own and that he wanted to be... And he had let you go.

As soon as he noticed the morning taking over the sky, he got up. The hardwood floors creaked under his feet as he made his way to the kitchen, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon lingered in the air. Rojas didn't talk to anyone as he walked through the kitchen, his friends probably noticing the brooding look on his face. He didn't take long to grab the keys to his van and head to Billy and Camila's house. He couldn't do it anymore... He needed to have you back.

As he drove through the streets, he watched the city waking up, the stores opening, people leaving their homes to go to their jobs, families taking their children to school, seniors walking their pets. The world around him was alive and moving forward, but he felt stuck in the past, as if with your departure a pause had held him back in that moment where he was crying, sitting on your bed, staring at your empty closet. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything it touched, but to Rojas, the world was gray and lifeless without you by his side.

Warren knocked desperately on the door without stopping, he didn't think that maybe he could wake up Julia or Billy and Camila, he just urgently needed that address, he needed to know where you were.

"Jeez, I'm going!" He heard Camila's weak voice on the other side of the wooden object.

She opens the door with Julia in her lap, she frowns, wondering why the drummer is at her door so early.

"Warren?" She was interrupted by the drummer entering the house, and as soon as he passed she closed the door. "Is everything okay?"

"No Cami." He answers her in spanish, turning to her with tears in his eyes. "I don't know what to do…"

Camila leaves Júlia in the crib she had in the living room, inviting Warren to sit with her on the couch.

"What's going on?" She asks, concerned in her eyes.

"I need to see her, Cami." Warren looked exhausted, as if all of his energy had drained out of his body. "I can't fucking sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything without her! I can't stand being away from her anymore…"

"Warren…" She feels her heart ache, he looked really messed up. "You really fucked up."

"I know Cami, I know that I was a fucking asshole and you have no idea how much I regret it." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"She's fine Warren, I don't want you to hurt her again." Camila says sincerely.

"Camila I don't know how to live without her." Warren had tears in his eyes. "Believe me I tried, but every time I tried to be with someone else... I don't know, it felt wrong, like I was cheating on her."

"And why did it take you so long to realize that?" Camila had a calm voice, as if trying to understand if what he said was true.

"Because I'm an idiot, I didn't realize how important she is to me until she left." He confesses, trying to organize the thoughts that have been plaguing him. "I miss her, every detail... The way she loved to talk me to sleep, the way I could tell her about anything she would make it sound interesting, the way she smiled every time I called her doll… I miss the way she would call my name while I-"

Camila stops him. "Okay okay, no need so many details."

"What I mean to say is that I'm empty without her, I can't keep going without her Cami." He played nervously with the rings on his hands.

"I can't Warren, I'm sorry." The brunette said, avoiding looking at him. "It is complicated…"

"I know it's complicated! I'm living this complicated moment since the love of my fucking life left me." Warren exploded in frustration. "Come on Cami, don't you love Billy?" Camila nods slowly, trying to understand what he means. "Then you know what I'm talking about, she's the air I breathe, and you're the only one who can help me."

"Look, she's not the same anymore… Do you understand that?" With every word she said, Warren grew more confused. "I mean that she isn't under the same circumstances as a year ago, she's not alone Warren. And you should know that entering her life again means risking a lot for her."

Warren feels his chest tighten, what he feared maybe was happening, you got over it and were happy without him. He loved seeing that beautiful smile on your face, but he knew he wasn't ready to not be the reason for that smile.

"You mean that…" He doesn't find the courage to say what he was thinking. "Look, I just need to talk to her, and for once be honest about everything. Please Cami."

"I swear to God Warren if you do anything to her, I'll fucking kill you!" She gives him the address. "Please, don't fuck this up"

…

20 minutes later

You struggled to keep your eyes open, your daughter hadn't let you sleep all night, she was a little sick and was demanding a lot from you. So, after spending a sleepless night next to her, you had just put the baby to sleep when a knock on the door filled the house with noise.

“Fuck, shut up, shut up, shut up,” you muttered to yourself hoping that your baby wouldn’t wake up because of the sound. Once you were down the stairs you said “Coming!” in hopes that whoever it was wouldn’t knock again.

Then you opened the door. Never expecting what your eyes would find, Warren was there looking as tired as you, but probably for different reasons. His hands were in his pockets and he was rocking back and forth nervously, you had imagined this moment many times before but experiencing it was a completely different thing.

For some reason you believed your eyes were deceiving you somehow, you stared at that face you've admired so many times before with curiosity and at the same time reluctance. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Warren?” you asked breathless.

He looked at you with his big puppy eyes, he was a little out of breath from the rush of it all, the nervousness of the whole situation, the rush of going to Camila's house to get here to see you without even processing the information taking over him, now that he finally stopped to breathe.

You hadn’t seen him in a year but he looked the same, the characteristic mustache on his face accentuated his beauty, the curls fell over his face in a relaxed way just as you remembered. He looked like the Warren you loved way back when, the man that made your heart beat faster, the love of your life.

“What are you doing here—” you started but were, characteristically, cut off by the ever impatient man standing in front of you.

“I love you,” he stated, his voice unwavering. His eyes were teary and hearing those words that you've waited so long for so many years was like finally breathing after a swim.

Your surprised look was evident, your racing heart was beating so hard that you felt it would jump out of your chest, the emotion was so strong that words would not come out. Should you believe him?

“Warren, I-” You start to say, your voice shaky evident. "I don't know if it's a great time for this conversation."

You try to ignore the tightness that grows in your chest, avoiding looking into his eyes as much as possible, you knew that if you looked a little longer at that paradise you would surrender. You tried to obey your instincts and close the door in his face, close any loophole that would leave an outlet for him to hurt you or hurt your daughter, but something inside you wouldn't allow it.

Warren slowly approaches you, noticing your hands gripping the door tightly, he brings his hand to yours, touching it gently as if he is gradually noticing how far he can go with you. Feeling his touch on you was like an electric shock, a surge of life in a dead body, it was like a guide to what you called and recognized as home.

Your eyes went to his hand over yours, the lump in your throat grew and the urge to cry came, why did everything have to be so intense with him? You wanted to let him in, that much was obvious, but there was so much at stake…you had gotten used to getting along without him.

"Warren, this is not a good time." You repeat, trying to sound more firm in your decision this time.

He smiles a little, averting his gaze downwards. “Y/N, listen to me, Please…"

Before you could say anything, the cry of your baby girl answered for you. She had woken from the commotion downstairs. The declarations of love, the tension… maybe she knew it was her father. Maybe she knew it was time.

You feel your entire body go cold, your legs weaken and your knees tremble threatening to give out. You close your eyes hoping that this is all a nightmare, obviously it wasn't your little one's fault, but it was surprising how she had chosen the worst moment to cry.

Warren glanced up the stairs where the cry came from and looked back at you in utter shock. People always thought him the airhead of the group but you knew just by looking at him that he caught on immediately what was going on. His face was pale, he seemed to be thinking a thousand things at the same time and he was actually thinking, trying to understand if he had heard correctly, but the continuation of the baby's cry leaves no room for any further doubt.

“Wh- Y/n… When Camila said you weren’t alone, I thought she meant… Well, I thought she meant you were dating someone or married or something, I didn’t think… You have a baby?” Warren thought out loud, it was hard to organize his jumbled thoughts.

You squint in frustration, sighing heavily, you feel trapped. “You have one too. We have one.. a baby, I mean” You responded, ripping off the bandaid once and for all.

For minutes his world changes, it was as if everything around him froze and your words constantly reverberated in his mind, a baby... He had a child. "It 's mine?” Warren asked, still choked with the information.

His eyes seemed to sparkle, and you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face, “She’s yours, yes."

He sighs, feeling and processing everything he had just heard, he had a daughter, and he had spent all this time away from her... His chest tightens at the thought of the lost moments, the consequences of his bad choices.

You observe his frustrated expression, trying to decipher what to do from then on, he already knew everything, nothing fairer than letting him meet his daughter, right? Your wounded heart had the tendency to protect your girl from him, not to let her suffer the same way you suffered through her father's attitudes, but she had to make that choice, not you for her.

“Would you like to meet her?” you ask, opening the door slightly.

“I don’t want to intrude, I mean obviously there’s a reason you didn’t tell me,” He whispered, still shocked by the revelation

“Warren, please. She’s your kid, of course you can meet her,” You answered, deliberately ignoring the fact that you didn’t tell him. You open the door wider and let him in. “Her room is just upstairs.”

Warren flashes a grateful smile, as if he knows he's being given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Stepping on eggshells, he approaches you, entering the house.

You guide him up the stairs, he observes your cozy home, the frames with pictures of you with family members he knew very well, others with friends he had in common with you, others with some people that he didn't know. He stops on a step, looking at a picture of you pregnant, he feels his chest tighten and you just notice him stop out of nowhere, and turns around to understand what happened.

"You look stunning." He says, almost in a whisper.

You look fondly at the image, you never thought to have him looking at it one day. "She didn't want to be born at all, I was about to explode." You say with a laugh, remembering the circumstances in which the photo was taken.

Your belly was huge, you were wearing a flowery dress lying on a sofa, a doll on top of your belly and a genuine smile on your face.

You don't continue the story, you just keep going up the stairs, he accompanies you.

Warren shakily made his way towards you. He was shaking so he grabbed the railing of the stairs, his knuckles going white. You pretended not to notice. Or maybe you just didn’t notice, you had your own nerves to worry about.

Your nerves were a live-wire but you knew it was only an opportunity. You didn’t let him in on the pregnancy, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t get the choice of being a father to his child. That didn’t mean the baby should grow up without a father entirely. You were wary, of course you were wary, but you had to think for the both of you— rationally.

He had hurt you so much that night, the pain of a broken heart wasn't easy to deal with, and carrying his daughter was a constant reminder of the love that could work. But besides that, your girl had shown you that what you felt for Warren wasn't crazy, that from the beginning back in Pittsburgh things had a purpose because they would lead you here, where you would hold your little girl in your arms for the first time and feel complete.

Giving Warren access to something so protected by you was difficult, you were so afraid of what it would unleash. You stop at her bedroom door, gripping the doorknob with all the strength you have in you, before opening it, you turn to him.

"You know this is a once in a lifetime chance, don't you?" The fear in your eyes was evident, and he understood that. "Please Rojas, don't fuck this up."

He doesn't say anything, and you don't waste any more time, opening the door to the crying baby’s nursery. You didn’t even wait for him to walk in; you went straight to the kid and tried to calm her down. You wanted somewhere to put your arms so Warren couldn’t see you shaking. He wouldn’t have minded but you didn’t care.

You wouldn't let him see you vulnerable, not now.

You nap the little one on your lap and when she finally calms down you notice the man approaching you slowly, as if he didn't know how to deal with this situation. The little girl had her eyes closed, her curly black hair was disheveled, probably due to the nap she just had.

You kiss her forehead, still holding her close to your chest, reassuring the baby in your arms. You take your gaze to the man huddled in the room, indicating with your head for him to approach.

Rojas takes light steps towards you, watching the baby in your lap, feeling his heart racing in his chest. When he finally comes to you and looks at the baby's face he feels complete, she was sleeping peacefully the curls on her head were messy, black strands similar to her father's, her nose was identical to yours and Warren doesn't stop smiling when he notices such a detail, she was the perfect combination of the two of you, the result of what the universe always wanted for you.

“Holy shit,” Warren said, his voice shaky and eyes watery, “She’s so cute. Like little raviolis put together to make a little baby,” he chuckled.

You laughed at that and realized exactly how much you truly missed him. Your laughter fills his ears like a tune from a perfect symphony, he feels the butterflies in his stomach wake up and dance to the effect that someone special is nearby. He's been missing this so much, feeling complete with you by his side.

He takes his gaze to you, it was inevitable, your laughter brought him closer and closer to you. And seeing you laugh while rolling your eyes, he remembered what it was like to feel complete.

“Only you, Warren,” you said, wishing that you could have this with him all the time. You notice his eyes glazed over the baby, and after struggling a lot with the inner voice of wisdom within you, you question. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Is that ok?” he asked in response, his eyes never leaving the little girl.

“Of course it’s ok, silly, she’s your kid,” you reminded him. Carefully, you handed your baby over to her father and watched him melt at the feel of her in his arms. You felt like your knees might give out at the sight of your daughter with him like that— it was just such a tender moment.

“What’s her name?” he asked without looking away from her. You knew every detail of him, you knew he was trying hard not to cry.

The little girl finds the different contact strange, moving in her father's lap, she frowns and you smile with the expressions that this little being was capable of making.

“Liz,” you said. His eyes snapped up to you. "Actually, Elizabeth.” Watching him with her in his arms was an exciting and at the same time triggering scene, you had imagined this moment many times during pregnancy and after her birth, having your thoughts come alive was at least something.

For a while you remained in a soft silence, Warren didn't take his eyes off little Liz as if he memorized every detail of her. You waited for her to sleep, and when she finally did so, you led Rojas to the living room of your house, offering him something to eat.

You felt the silence consume you both, the questions, the anguish, the longing, the yearning all hovered between you as the water boiled for the coffee you made. Warren stared at your every move, your presence was something he wanted so badly he was afraid of doing something to lose it. But silence couldn't remain forever, he waits for you to sit on the couch next to him.

“Doll… Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned as a tear fell down his cheek.

You sigh, as many times as you thought about this conversation, having it was something else entirely... Everything you thought to say, all the ways you thought to act, slipped from your mind as you looked straight into his eyes.

“The day that I saw you kiss that other girl." You clarify, he nods, embarrassed by the matter. "That was the day I found out, earlier. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you after all I saw."

You thought that after a year it was going to be easier, but the knot that rises in your throat is proof that it wasn't.

Your hands were shaking and when he noticed that he wanted very much to take them in his, to show comfort, but your withdrawal indicated that it was better not.

"We had never talked about kids before, I didn’t know how you’d react. I had just seen the love of my life kissing another woman, I didn't have the courage to tell you. I also didn't want you to think this was my way of keeping you close."

"I would never think that…" he cuts you off, not offended but trying to explain himself somehow.

"But, can you blame me for thinking that Warren?" You laugh wryly, rolling your eyes slightly. "Through all the years we dated you never said you loved me." You shrug, he feels your chest tighten and you continue.

"Of course I didn’t want to do it on my own but I knew I could manage, and I have,” you replied, “I wanted to tell you, I did, but… I don't know, I needed my time.”

“Were you going to tell me?,” he asked, afraid of the answer.

"I was going to, I just didn't know when." You sigh, feeling the surroundings weigh.

There was a beat then— a tension that hung in the air with words both of you wanted to say but only one of you had the courage.

"I know I hurt you a lot." He started to say, your chest tightening as you realized he was going to bring up the subject. "But I would like to redeem myself, I would like to be part of this child's life... Your life."

"She is your daughter, you can certainly be part of her life." You assure him, this certainty brings him comfort, but when he notices that you were not included in that speech, he feels afraid. "I just hope you know that I'm her mother, and that's all, I'm your daughter's mom."

He felt his chest tighten, he knew this was possible, the chances of rejection were high and he was dealing with them now, but it hurt not to have you. It hurts to have failed you so much. He tries to ignore the tears that are reluctant to come out of his eyes, he takes a deep breath, trying not to let his frustrations out on you.

"I love you doll." He says, looking deep into your eyes, the words echo like magic inside you. "And I understand, but I want you to know that I want you as my girlfriend, my wife, my forever."

"Warren, please." Your words came out in a whisper, too many emotions for one day. "Would you mind leaving me alone now? You can come back tomorrow."

He already expected this reaction, and always aiming to respect your space he gets up.

"Of course." You guide him to the door, and before he leaves, he turns around. "I'll be back tomorrow, and I promise you that every day I'll show you that you made a great choice in giving me another chance."

"Have a great night Rojas." You say, closing the door, and as soon as you hear the click of it the tears in your eyes fall. You still loved him, and a lot.

As the door closed, you leaned against it, tears streaming down your face. The weight of the day's emotions crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you feeling both relieved and overwhelmed. Part of you wanted to believe Warren's words, to trust that he could change and be the man you had always hoped he would be. But another part of you, the part that had been hurt and betrayed, was hesitant to let him back into your life so easily.

You wiped away your tears, determined to stay strong for your daughter, Liz. She was the most important person in your life now, and you couldn't let your own feelings cloud your judgment. You took a deep breath and walked back into the house upstairs, where Liz was sleeping peacefully in her crib. Gazing at her tiny, innocent face, you knew that everything you did from this point on would be for her.

Over the next few days, Warren kept his promise. He showed up at your doorstep every morning with a bouquet of flowers, a gift for your daughter and a sincere apology. He understood that it would take time to earn back your trust, and he was willing to do whatever it took. Warren didn't just want to be a part of Liz's life; he wanted to be there for you too. He wanted to make things right, to have his family with you.

Slowly, you allowed Warren to become more involved. He spent time with Liz, learning how to change diapers, feed her, and soothe her when she cried. You watched as he held her, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. It warmed your heart to see them together, and you couldn't deny the bond that was forming between them. Watching him become a father was beautiful, he was always willing to learn more and do everything for his daughter, you slowly didn't remember how you had managed all of this without him.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, Warren proved himself to be a changed man. He showed up more often at your house, spending the morning with Liz while you got some work done, in the afternoon he helped to organize the house while you took care of the little one, offering to help with chores and cooking. He listened to your concerns and fears, providing a listening ear and words of comfort. Slowly but surely, he was showing himself to be the man you had always wanted him to be.

You never stopped loving him, not even when he broke your heart, the way love works is ironic and funny, you didn't understand and probably never would. From the first time you saw him, you knew your heart was his, and despite your fears about letting him into your life again, it didn't undo the love you had for him. It only made you more cautious, you avoided too much intimacy, you avoided any kind of excessive physical contact, very intimate conversations, you tried to keep him just as the father of your daughter, and that's all.

Warren was your addiction, a potent drug coursing through your veins. Since the age of sixteen, he became your illicit substance, an intoxicating elixir that both exhilarated and devastated you.

Like a drug, he captivated your senses, igniting a fiery craving deep within your soul. His presence was a double-edged sword, a tumultuous blend of euphoria and despair. Just a glimpse of his smile sent waves of ecstasy through you, leaving you craving more, yearning for the high only he could provide.

But with every high came the inevitable crash. The pain of betrayal cut through your heart like a searing withdrawal, leaving you trembling and broken. Yet, even in your shattered state, you couldn't resist the allure of his presence. Like a desperate addict, you found solace in the numbness he brought, an escape from the reality you desperately wished to forget.

You knew you had to protect yourself, to guard your heart from the dangerous allure of his touch. You constructed walls, built barriers around your emotions, and numbed yourself to his effect. Yet, the more you tried to resist, the more his influence seeped into your veins, overpowering your defenses.

His constant presence became a merciless temptation, testing your resolve with every passing day. The longing within you grew stronger, pulling you back into the abyss of emotions you fought so hard to suppress. It was a dangerous dance, a relentless struggle between the desire to indulge and the need to break free.

Just as a drug addict battles against the chains of addiction, you battled against your own yearning for Warren. You knew the pull he had on you was both your downfall and your weakness. And yet, despite the turmoil he caused, you couldn't deny the undeniable truth: you were still madly, deeply in love with him.

…

Liz had already slept for a few hours, the clock said two in the morning and you and Warren shared a grapevine in the living room while talking about anything. Matters go, matters come and soon you're talking about your old relationship and the day he showed up at your door after a year.

"What did you come to do here, huh?" You question, your words scrambled by alcohol.

"Didn't I make it clear that day, doll?" He asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"You said you loved me." You said laughing, and killing the rest of the liquid in your glass. "Don't ever call me a doll again!" You exclaim awkwardly, now that you've processed the sentence he's just said.

He looks down, lying down better in the armchair in front of you, how the fuck could he be so handsome?

"You used to like the nickname." He says, shrugging, instantly regretting it when he sees your withering gaze on him. "I'm sorry, is that... I got used to it, but if it bothers you."

You interrupt him, your senses being stunned by the liquor. "It bothers me precisely because of that, because I fucking love it."

Rojas feels his body surrender, he wanted you so much. "Y/N listen…"

Still under the influence of the drink, or so you prefer to believe, you interrupted him again. “One thing has been on my mind since the day you knocked on that fucking door." You say pointing to the wooden object. The drummer watches you closely “Warren, you came here to tell me you loved me. I need to know that you mean it—”

Warren gets up from where he was sitting, he approaches you, kneeling in front of you to show himself more intimate with you in some way. “I do, of course I do!”

"You know Rojas, I've loved you since I was sixteen years old." You sigh, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. "When I met you, I knew that I had no escape... My heart was already yours, and I never demanded that you love me the same way, I think I was always very innocent dreaming of the day that you'd finally tell me those words…"

He watched you intently, feeling his heart sink, he let you continue, so you do.

"I never expected you to love me the way I love you." Hearing the words in the present tense he held himself back from smiling, you still loved him. "I just think I hoped you had at least enough affection for me to respect me."

He knew you were talking about that night, he condemned himself so much for his wrong, childish and extremely rash actions. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know you've been a wonderful father to her over the last few months, and I know you love her." You settle down on the couch, staring into his eyes after so long, he feels exposed, vulnerable.

"But I've waited a long time to hear this." You say, looking down at your lap you see a drop of water fall and only then do you realize you've been crying. "If you love me, I need you to know how important these words are to me."

He observed you intently, his love for you palpable in his gaze. He had experienced the emptiness that came with your absence, realizing that living without you was an impossible feat. With a tender gesture, he gently brushed away the tears cascading down your cheeks. Helplessly, you found yourself surrendering to his touch, feeling an innate sense of belonging. Perhaps, deep down, that's where you truly belonged.

His eyes, like an infinite abyss, held a captivating allure that enticed you to delve into uncharted territory. Within that unknown realm lay your destiny, your purpose, your frustrations, and your deepest desires. He embodied your destiny, your missing piece, your soul mate. No matter how much you resisted, you always found yourself returning to this very place—where your hands intertwined, where each embrace felt like coming home.

In his eyes, you saw the reflection of a shared journey, a connection that defied logic and surpassed all obstacles. The bond between you two was unbreakable, as if it had been woven into the fabric of the universe itself. With every passing moment, the undeniable truth emerged: you were meant to be together, entwined in a love that transcended time and space.

"I have never loved and will never love anyone the way I love you." Warren slowly approaches you, as if testing limits. "I love you Y/N, and I'm so sorry it took me so long to acknowledge and say that."

His words wash over you like a tsunami, it's not like it made things any easier or took you back to the beginning but it was a relief, feeling like you weren't the only one feeling all of this. He leans closer, holding your face gently, feeling his touch again was relieving.

“Doll, when I came here to tell you I love you. I meant that." You knew this man like the back of your hand, you knew he was telling you the truth. "And Elizabeth is just an extension of both of us, so I love her by default. That sounds oversimplified, I know that," He was nervous, you could feel his cold hands against your cheeks. "My point is: you’re my family. Both of you. I’m ready for this, I promise,” He pleaded. He needed you to understand, and you did. You understood completely.

You smile, unable to contain it, you roll your eyes. "I'm really drunk right now, I'll probably forget about it all tomorrow, so you have a chance to change your mind huh."

Warren rolls his eyes this time, he sits down on the couch, holding your hands this time. "I won't change my mind, I know what I want, I've always wanted you. It 's you, my love."

You take a deep breath, it's all the drink's fault, you repeat a hundred times in your mind.

"I love you Warren Rojas." You confess, he smiles, a sincere smile that conveys relief and pure joy.

"Can I kiss you? Please…" His voice was barely a whisper, he yearned for you, and you for him.

You sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looks at you with longing, curiosity, and need. "You must."

As the weight of your confessions hung in the air, a charged energy enveloped the room. Time seemed to slow down, the world fading into the background as you locked eyes with Warren, your hearts beating in sync.

With a mutual understanding, you eased yourself onto his lap, your bodies aligning as if they were always meant to fit together. Your arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer, while his hands found their place, resting gently on your waist.

In that moment, everything around you ceased to exist. The soft glow of the room seemed to intensify, illuminating the space between you. Anticipation crackled in the air, the weight of unspoken desires making the atmosphere electric.

As your faces drew closer, the warmth of his breath mingled with yours, a tantalizing prelude to the intimacy that awaited. His gaze bore into your soul, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing, curiosity, and an overwhelming need that mirrored your own.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the inevitability of the moment, allowing your lips to meet in a delicate collision. It started with a tender brush, a hesitant exploration, testing the waters of this newfound yet known connection. But the sparks ignited, and the kiss deepened, fuelled by a shared hunger and the unspoken promises of a love rekindled.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that mirrored the intensity of your emotions. It was a dance of passion and tenderness, a symphony of rediscovery and forgiveness. Each touch, each caress, conveyed a multitude of emotions that words could never capture.

Time lost all meaning as the kiss deepened, the world outside fading away. In that singular moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a timeless embrace. The weight of past mistakes dissolved, replaced by the sheer bliss of being in each other's arms once again.

You are interrupted by your little girl crying in the room upstairs, you break away staring at each other for a moment, you can't hold back and start laughing at the situation, hiding your face in his neck. He holds you tenderly, not wanting to let you go.

"Alright tiger, go get your kid." You say patting his shoulder, getting off his lap.

Warren goes upstairs to his daughter's room, he finds the little girl crying propped up in her crib.

"Hello there kitten." He whispers, the little one seems to calm down with the figure of her father, opening her chubby arms towards him. "Wanna get downstairs to mommy?"

The baby hides her face in the crook of her father's neck, which makes him smile as he remembers her mother's act a few seconds ago. He goes with her to the breastfeeding chair with the little one in his lap, and stays there making her sleep.

You notice the man's delay, and decide to go after him, going up the stairs slowly so as not to make too much noise and wake up Liz, who had probably already gone back to sleep. You arrive at the foot of her bedroom door, finding Warren asleep with the little one in his lap, her head resting on her father's chest, he hugged her gently like a treasure.

Your heart melts through the scene, these two were your everything, you never thought you would love someone as much as you loved them. You enter the room, taking the little one in your arm gently, she makes a face threatening to wake up but you calm her down before that, you put her in her crib then turn to Warren.

"Hey pretty boy." You call him out, gently stroking his knee. "Come on, let's go to bed and sleep."

He yawns, opening his eyes slowly, he is startled to not feel Liz in his lap, but you reassure him by pointing to the crib.

You leave the room, letting the door ajar after you leave. You start to head towards your room, but stop when you notice Warren going down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" You question yawning, leaning your body on the stair railing.

"To the couch." He clarifies, You roll your eyes, taking him by the hand and leading him to your room.

"You will sleep in our bed." He smiles and kisses you tenderly, you lie on the bed and talk until you fall asleep.

You took a chance on him then, just as you did when you moved to California. And you never looked back.

...

Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... Just so you guys know my requests are temporarily closed, so I can work on what you guys already asked me and also write the Warren's mini series I'm working on :) xoxo

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[lovecanyon]

hello ! so far what have you posted on patreon?

jenner!yn

jenner!y/n instagram blurb - based on y/n jenner’s birthday

jenner!y/n instagram blurb - random posts

jenner!y/n instagram blurb - based on cheating rumors

jenner!y/n instagram blurb - based on more cheating rumors pt two

jenner!y/n one shot - y/n & kendall get into an argument over a scandal

jenner!y/n instagram - a look at y/n jenner’s instagram stories

jenner!y/n instagram blurb - based on dj&ts, timothee and kylie

jenner!y/n instagram - based on y/n’s emmy nominations - COMING SOON

director!yn

director!y/n instagram blurb - based on don’t worry darling’s new york premiere

director!y/n instagram blurb - y/n directs harry’s satellite music video

director!y/n instagram blurb - harry makes a cameo in barbie & is also on the barbie album - COMING SOON

chef!yn

chef!y/n instagram blurb - based on harry’s argentina show

chef!y/n instagram blurb - based on alternative chef!y/n

stepdad!harry

stepdad!harry instagram blurb - based on harry’s brazil shows

stepdad!harry instagram blurb - harry talks about y/n & the kids on the late late show

carolina!yn (rolling stones editor in chief)

carolina!y/n instagram blurb - y/n & harry get back together

carolina!y/n instagram blurb - based on harry’s grammy nominations & his eye situation at one of his shows

pauli’s sister

harry x pauli’s sister - the first meet

harry x pauli’s sister - a look into y/n & harry’s relationship

actress!yn (patreon exclusive)

actress!y/n instagram blurb - based on filming don’t worry darling, magazine interviews, harry & y/n’s son freddie

actress!y/n instagram blurb - based on dwd press tour

actress!y/n instagram blurb - how the styles family spend christmas

dad!harry

dad!harry instagram blurb - dad!harry’s birthday featuring beau & inez

dad!harry instagram blurb - dad!harry x inez x y/n x beau

dad!harry instagram blurb - based on father’s day

wife!yn

wife!y/n instagram blurb - fans hack into harry’s icloud, leaking multiple photos of him & his wife

wife!y/n instagram blurb - based on harry’s los angeles show

band!yn

band!y/n instagram blurb - based on turin’s show

band!y/n instagram blurb - japan harry x cherry

band!y/n instagram blurb - based on alternative band!y/n

matilda!yn

matilda!y/n instagram blurb - based on harry styles’ matilda song

matilda!y/n instagram blurb - y/n attends harry’s wembley show

high school sweethearts harry & yn

hss!yn instagram blurb - based on their anniversary and a trip to italy

hss!yn instagram blurb - y/n attends harry’s amsterdam show

duchess!yn

duchess!y/n instagram blurb - when harry & y/n were still living in london

duchess!y/n instagram blurb - based on y/n and harry’s timeline

jack chambers (don’t worry darling)

jack chambers blurb - y/n persuades alice into joining the ballet class she teaches

jack chambers blurb - alice confronts frank again

instagram blurbs

instagram blurb - stylist!y/n takes on one night only, new york

instagram blurb - husband!harry x wife!y/n, glasgow show

instagram blurb - y/n is the opener for love on tour

instagram blurb - personal assistant!y/n gets engaged to harry

instagram blurb - ceo!harry & ceo!y/n have their third child

instagram blurb - alexa demie, part three

instagram blurb - pregnancy announcement

instagram blurb - fans hack into harry & y/n’s icloud leaking their marriage

instagram blurb - exes to lovers x dad!harry

instagram blurb - dad!harry x tour wife!y/n

instagram blurb - wife/mom!y/n part three

instagram blurb - zayn’s sister x harry

instagram blurb - jones!y/n (sarah’s sister) x harry, pregnancy leaked

instagram blurb - creative director!y/n & harry announce their relationship

instagram blurb - harry & producer!y/n during fine line’s anniversary/grammy nominations

instagram blurb - in honor of frat boy harry turning a decade

instagram blurb - harry announces y/n’s pregnancy on stage

instagram blurb - gemma’s best friend part two

instagram blurb - based on sugar daddy!harry & model!y/n’s timeline

instagram blurb - longtime girlfriend!y/n does a pleasing collab

instagram blurb - harry & y/n become parents

instagram blurb - based on mother’s day

instagram blurb - royal au

instagram blurb - mitch’s sister x harry part two

instagram blurb - niall’s sister (horan!y/n) x harry reunite with the help of gemma styles

instagram blurb - brad’s sister & harry are in love

stand-alone

tattoo artist!harry - part two

[krausersknife]

idk idk is there literally anything sexier than jim and selena’s kiss after he shows up covered in blood and kills that man with his bare hands????

[kusaka6e]

LESS THAN ZERO

ts/modern au

sero x gn!reader

sfw

insp by less than zero by the weeknd

this was so much better in my head idek if ill leave it up :/

———

“who’s next?”

“i’ll go! cmon tsu!”

you grin watching ochacko pull tsuyu on stage with her, a pop song soon bouncing through the speakers.

sero found himself watching as you downed your drink, smiling at the way your face scrunched at the taste of the alcohol.

“are you gonna talk to them, or just stare like a creep all night?”

“i’m not staring like a creep!”

“it’s not like you’ll get shut down, you know that.” denki gave him a knowing look

he sighed, flexing and unflexing his hands.

“i know, that’s the problem.”

this was the first night in months everyone had been able to get together from your friend group, and somehow mina convinced everyone to come to a karaoke bar.

it was also the first group outing since you and sero had broken up.

the year you two had spent together was one of the best of his life, and he regretted being the reason that ended every day.

sero was used to people trying to use him to get close to bakugou, izuku, or kirishima, all of them being in the current top five heroes. he’d even had someone go as far as to start a relationship with him, their true motive being to try to sleep with shoto. of course, shoto didn’t entertain this at all, but that hurt stuck with sero for a long time.

you’d met mina before anyone else shortly after she graduated high school, and she quickly introduced you to the rest of her friends. truth be told, hanging out with a bunch of pro-heroes was extremely intimidating, but they were all welcoming and kind to you from the start. other than mina, you were always the closest to sero, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when you two started dating.

but his insecurities ate him up. he was always afraid that you’d leave him for someone better, especially because you were friends with with the same people he was afraid of you leaving him for. and that was the demise of you two’s relationship. the worst part? you were so kind and understanding, even with the countless times you’d gotten your feelings hurt or wrongfully accused of something. and that’s how he knew he was the one in the wrong.

he blinked a few times, refocusing on the scene in front of him, laughing as ochacko and tsu sang terribly off-key into their microphones.

you found your eyes on him from across the room, smiling at the grin spreading across his face.

it would be a lie to say you didn’t miss sero. you were truly dating your best friend, and losing both at once wasn’t easy. and it was hard to tell if you two maintaining the same group of friends made things easier or more difficult. you wondered sometimes if you were too quick to pull the trigger on you two’s breakup, or if maybe you could’ve been a little more understanding when he was explaining his fears to you.

your stomach drops as he catches you staring, giving a small wave. he gives you a playful nod, smile never faltering.

as the night went on, more alcohol went into everyone’s system, and you got to see performances ranging from izuku belting ‘i need a hero’ to todoroki, to momo breaking out songs from the hamilton soundtrack, to denki singing ‘dangerously in love’ to jirou like he was getting paid to do so.

to everyone’s surprise, sero steps up to the dj to go next, cheeks tinted pink with intoxication.

your eyes widen as the song begins to bounce through the speakers, your friends whooping and cheering as sero adjusts the microphone.

“remember i was your hero? yea, i’d wear your heart like a symbol. i couldn’t save you, from my darkest truth of all.”

at first he’s just singing to the entire crowd, but as the song carries on, he makes his way over to you. soon he’s sitting next to you, thighs brushing together as he dramatically serenades you.

“i can’t get it out of my head, no i can’t shake this feeling that crawls in my bed. i try to hide it but i know you know me. i try to fight it but i’d rather be free”

at this point, kirishima and denki are dancing around to back sero up, mina is squeling excitedly, and even bakugou is whooping in encouragement.

by the time the second chorus comes around, your cradling sero’s face in your hands, singing along with him. while both of you are singing horribly, it begins to feel like the rest of your friends fade away, and it’s just the two of you speaking the lyrics to each other.

“cause i can’t get it out of my head, no i can’t shake this feeling that crawls in my bed. i try to hide it but i know you know me.”

before the song can go any farther, you take the mic from sero, tossing it out of the way and pulling him against you to kiss him. the room erupts in cheers, making both of you grin and momentarily pull away from each other.

“well it’s about time!“ iida exclaimed. this sends everyone into a fit of laughter, sero discreetly pulling you into his lap as you wipe a tear from your eye.

katsuki nudges izuku, nodding towards you two.

“i told you. hand over the twenty, nerd.”

“ugh, fine!”

“you guys bet on us?” sero raises a brow, turning your attention towards their conversation.

“yea, i bet deku twenty bucks you two’d be back together by the end of the year.”

you can’t help but smile, noticing an odd look on ochacko’s face.

“were you in on this too?!”

“you two are practically made for each other, how could i not?!”

you chuckle as you look around the room, the expressions on everyone’s face letting you know they were in on the bet too.

“now, hold on! a kiss doesn’t necessarily mean you won, kats. are you guys back together?”

you turn to look at sero, finding his eyes already on yours. he raises his eyebrows in question, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

“yea, we are.” you say softly, watching his eyes light up.

he kisses you quickly as your friends burst into excited chatter, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“i missed you.”

“i missed you.”

[drakothedragon55]

Before this post begins, I do NOT dislike Taylor Swift. I’m just defending my favourite band after Taylor was said to be vastly superior.

So, I go into a discussion about AJR and Taylor Swift with my stepmom a little while ago, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. We were talking about our favourite bands and she essentially said that no one is better than Taylor because some of her songs talk about really serious subjects that women can relate to (maybe? I don’t really listen to TS so I just took her word for it.) And I was like “oh! AJR does relatable songs too!” And she said that their songs only talked about “high school issues” while Taylor’s talked about “real adult issues”? Uh, what? Yeah, AJR doesn’t do songs about, like, assault, but they DO do songs about…

Fear of the future/dealing with change (Next Up Forever, Inertia, Sober Up, Don’t Throw Out My Legos, The DJ is Crying for Help)

Cracking under pressure/Mental health issues (World’s Smallest Violin, Humpty Dumpty)

Relationship issues (Dear Winter, Turning Out, Christmas in June)

Loss of a loved one (God is Really Real, the second half of 2085)

And I’d say that’s pretty good, too.

[alwyscrtns]

Song Storytime Sunday

feat. LS6 by Slaney Bay

(the song goes with the story, and its good, so play it as you read if you want!)

SO back in freshman year I took geometry (I took alg in 8th), the class was easy and my classmates were nice (mostly). At some point thoughout the year me and this girl, I'll call her C, get sat next to eachother. She was funny, I was funnier (in my opinion) we get along and become good friends.

I, a artist, noticed that her headphones were audio-technica m40s, valued at $100+. for those who don't know, that's a popular audio brand for professional audio. (Aka, not just regular headphones). I asked her where she got them from and then she told me about this radio camp she went to. Now also, as a artist, every single one of us gets excited when we hear the word "radio". Getting radio play is usually the #1 milestone for any small artist. So, when she said "radio" + "camp" I basically went like "!!!!".

We talk about it for a few days and eventually she shows me her radio "learners guide". It's really all common sense but it had a few funny moments. There was a list with words that you can't say on the radio. Including:

(all censored in my unique way)

Sht, P*ss, Fck, Cnt, C***sucker, MF, T*ts, BS

So anyways, I get her discord and apply for the summer camp that year (past the deadline). I wasn't expecting to get in, but I put down that I knew C on my application. School was ending, but me and C keep in touch through sending each other memes on Instagram and Discord.

C texts me, "she (wxox leader girl) says you can come in the last day of camp if youre free". i was SOOOO EXCITED. I replyed cool, when where how?". One thing led (lead?) to another, and I was inside the broadcast center one afternoon in July.

i did the hellos you usually do when you walk into a building, and waited on the couch in the lobby. (there was some cute boys there but i digress), C walked in and we start to talk about the books in the room. eventually, thats boring so she led me around to say hi to the other DJs who were early in a tour like fashion. there's not much to say about that, but I will note that I introduced myself as DJ Fruity 🏳️‍🌈 to the other DJs.

We go back in and the leader girl walks in and does a presentation/speech type thing and introduces me to the djs who came in after my tour. not much to note here, but everyone was very nice.

we go into the studio and a very professional looking guy comes in with us. he shows me this LOOONG radio contract. I dont sign without reading, so I sit and read it for a moment.

"we reserve the right to use, share, publicize, and monetize your radio show in perpetuity"

(normal talk: we own everything you say on the radio forever)

The other guys before us were doing some talk show, and were running overtime (a serious infraction in the radio world apparently). very professional guy comes in and ushers them out. I fiddle with the headphones (also m40s) for a while (they fold on themselves), professional guy helps me, and then it was time to go on air.

we snap a pic first:

C: "Hi, this is me, DJ C (forgot her dj name) and today the show is about national r&b history (something). I'm here along with..." she pauses for me to answer (thankfully)

Me: "dj create!"

(I figure you can't identify as DJ Fruity on radio)

I forget what she says next, but somehow we get onto the topic of my music "career" (i still consider it a hobby).

C: "which one of your songs did you you have the most attachment to?"

me: "I released this one song back near the start of my "career" titled albu, its real emo. the whole song is a extended metaphor with internal conflict and a lake"

She starts playing the first song, 🎵Killing Me Softly With His Song🎵. (by Lauren Hill) Anyone who's listened knows that that song knows that it ends with... a not so radio friendly bit. so we had to quickly abort halfway through the song and we go into a interview type thing.

C: "do you wanna play a song?"

me: "idk any good r&b songs"

C: "it doesn't have to be r&b, just radio friendly"

So, I played the song of the day, ls6 on the radio for r&b day. if you're listening to the song you obviously realized, it's not a r&b song, but everyone loved it anyways. I loved the experience, and I hope I get to attend the full boot camp next year. Shout out (to whoever read this whole thing) to WXOX 97.1 FM radio Louisville ❤️ (they also go by ARTxFM sometimes, Idk the difference, sblmk)

link to wxox website

Picture of all of us:

(Profesional guy is far right, leader girl is the one next to him with sunglasses on)

the end

there's more to this story, but I don't want to write too much if nobodies listening. if I get enough likes (like more than 20 ig) I'll write out what happened afterwards! comment any questions you have!

post song bonus ideas:

(r&b trivia and "the force")

(pizza party)

the actual end

[womanexile]

yeah there's so many painful scenes in Miss Americana that's very hard to watch, one of them was the SA case with that radio dj, when i found out abt that i literally want to hug her, especially when i experienced it myself, it was traumatizing. and the fact that she had to be there and talked about it too just pains me. I wonder how Harry felt about that, how did he act or what did he do.

What’s sad is pretty much every woman has had to deal with that kind of behavior from a man. I’m glad TS had the courage & strength to do it cause a lot of us don’t.

I’m sure Harry was mad that that happened to her but I’m sure he was supportive.

[oceanmusings]

I'm rewatching DJ&TS to help me develop Talia and Andy.

One thought so far for Talia: How about the boys played for Talia's sweet sixteen, and when she talked with the band, she became friends with Graham? She would end up helping them with set-up and such because she was fascinated with everything involving music and bands.

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BACKGROUNDSbusiso Leope, popularly known as DJ Sbu, is a South Africanaward winning social entrepreneur, DJ, TV & radio host, musicproducer, actor, best selling author, motivational speaker &philanthropist who thrives on giving back to the youth ofAfrica. He is considered by many as an African youth icon.The brand, DJ Sbu has shaped youth culture and their thinkingin South Africa over the past 2 decades years since 2001. Despite histough upbringing in Tembisa, he has overcome obstacles on hisjourney and made a name for himself using his media talents on national televisionand radio.Over the past decade Sbusiso has worked on national platforms exposing his brandand personality to 25 million people per week. Sbusiso first made a name forhimself in the music and entertainment industry. His company TS records of which heis a co-owner has produced and continues to produce hit music and popular artists inSouth Africa with continental appeal.His most recognized projects are his Y-Lens DJ compilations, Mzekezeke – a maskedKwaito character, the ‘late’ Brown Dash’ & the current success story that is Zahara.PHILANTHROPYHe gives talks to schools around SA , gives scholarship bursaries through his SLEFFoundation. Offers mentorship to college & university students, entrepreneurshipshort causes, he conducts networking seminars, conferences & workshops for aspiringentrepreneurs through his educational services company Leadership 2020.Recently, Forbes Africa recognized Sbusiso as 1 of 13 young Africans to watch. SundayTimes named him one of the ‘Coolest Brands’ in SA. Mail & Guardian named Sbu oneof 200 brilliant Young South Africans and he has also been listed as one of 100 MostInfluential Africans alongside Nelson Mandela, Thabo Mbeki and Desmond Tutu.TELEVISION HOST2001 Gumba Fire Music TV Show2004 - 2015 Friends Like These TV Game Show.2011 Access GP Political TV Show.2016 CNBC Africa Entrepreneurship TV Show “Kicking Doors with Sbu Leope”.RADIO HOST2001 - 2005 YFM Youth Radio2006 - 2007 UKHOZI FM Radio2008 - 2010 YFM Youth Radio2011 - 2015 METRO FM Radio2016 - 2017 RISE FM Radio2017 - 2020 Massiv Metro Radio2019 - 2020 Voice Of TembisaMUSIC PRODUCER2001 – 2012 TS Records,Sbusiso ran TS Records ,an independent Music Label with fellow businessmanTK Nciza.They are one of South Africas most successful Indie Labels. They have discovered andhelped multiple careers in the African music scene. His music career as a DJ/producerhas seen him executive produce over 30 award winning gold and multiplatinum sellingalbums.RECORDING ARTISTHe has 8 award winning multi platinum albums of his own:House Tunes 5Ylens Vol.1Ylens Vol.2Ylens Vol.3Sound Revival Vol.1Sound Revival Vol.2Sound Revival Vol.3MoFayaDJ Sbu Homecoming: The African OdysseyAUTHOR3 best selling books:“Leadership 2020: the Beginning”“Billionaires Under Construction”: The Mindset Of An Entreprenur.The Art Of Hustling: Sell Or Surrender.ACTORBehind The BadgeHangtimeIsingoGenerationsYizo YizoAWARDS/ / ACCOLADES2003 SA Music Awards Song of the Year.2003 SA Music Awards Artist of the Year.2004 SA Music Awards Artist of the Year.2004 SA Music Awards Song of the Year.2005 TV Presenter of the year.2006 Metro FM Music Awards Song of the year.2006 SA Music Awards Song of the year.2006 SA Music Awards Album of the year.2007 SA Music Awards remix of the year.2008 Breakfast Radio Show of year (SA Mzansi Awards.)2008/9 GQ Best Dressed Male in South Africa.2013 Forbes 1 of 13 Young Africans to watch in 2013.2013 Mail & Guardian 200 brilliant young South Africans.2013 Sunday Times Coolest Brands.2013 South Africa Role Model of the Year (Future Leaders Awards). 2014Spirit of Humanity (ANN 7 SA Stars Awards)2014/2015 South Africa Most inspirational entrepreneur. (Vuka Awards).2016 BET Africa Humanitarian Of The Year Award.2017 South Africa Trailblazer Of The Year.2018 South African Entrepreneur of the Year.2020 World Record: Marathon Longest Music Radio