Summary: Y/n L/n drops their album “Superache” and the fans are losing their minds over it
authors note: so this is my first time making and posting anything as a creator on the f1 fic community. Please give constructive criticism, but there’s no need to be mean ok? ok.
ugly or mid men in media irrationally piss me off because i get too distracted thinking about the standards actresses face to even pay attention to what they’re doing
⊹˳⁺ ⠀⠀⠀ YOU GOT A NOTIFICATION FROM HERO : WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT ME !
so... hero's cb is coming up! and i was thinking abt smth ♡
hero will have three songs that will feature another person, and that's exactly why i'm making this post!
please like or comment on this post if you want your oc to be featured on the album + i'll be dm-ing you with the songs in question for you to see if they fit you(r oc)!
“Be careful when you’re alone in a crowd. It’s obvious.” – Manager Park
“What do you mean? What’s obvious?” – Lee Doona
“Your loneliness. Your desperation to be loved, to try to compensate for never having it. You’re afraid of losing people’s interest.” – Manager Park
I was so tired I fell on my knees. I just got back to my hotel after singing all night. I look at my clock and see it is 11:55pm. I sigh and close my door to my hotel. I get up taking off my uncomfortable shoes. I sigh to myself and yawn before getting up and stretching. After changing into some PJs, I lay down on my bed. I hear a soft knock on my door as it rapidly starts speeding up. “Come in-“, I am interrupted, “Darling, I don’t have a key.” I groan and get up. After unlocking the door I come face to shoulder with Elvis Presley. I look up and see his face. “Hello.” I say. He smiles and hugs me. I try to get the door before a fan screams as she walks past and sees Elvis. I slam the door shut and force him off me. “Move.” I grumbled. “I’m tired as fuck so tell me why the shit your here.” Elvis chuckles as he touches one of my perfume bottles. “I got locked out my hotel room after-“ “inviting a girl into your room and she kicked you out?” He smiles and nods. I sigh and hold my head. “Presley, I have a fucking ginormous headache and the last thing I need is to chop my hair off from a mid life crisis and feel like killing someone.” I say. He sighs. “Well can I stay here?” He asks. I look at him. “Whatever, don’t mess, tinker, or touch anything.” He chuckles. “Whatever, as long as I have you.” I sigh and see him sit down as I make my way to my bed and lay down. I snuggle up and feel the weight of someone else being pressed onto the side of the bed. I felt Elvis hop into bed as I try to get as far away as possible. I was only awake for two minutes before I heard a soft snore. I look over before being met with warm wrapping around my waist. I groan in annoyance. This’ll be a long night.
Summary: Y/n’s fans react to Y/n’s response to the fans love for his album SUPERACHE. Unfortunately, the fans seem to bring up his most recent ex in almost every tweet.
Authors Note: guys, i promise this little mini series will gain traction and momentum soon. I just need to figure out how I want to approach it. I’m gonna make more posts centered around each song on the album.