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bellaturner · 1 year

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New Song

I am truly sorry for this, Anon.

Contains smut

Summary: Y/N and Alex end up develop feeling for each other and decide to take things a step further.

Warnings: loss of virginity, orgasm denial (if you squint hard enough), oral sex (fem receiving).

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Alex has never been part of the "cool kids" group. You've known him since both of you were four years old, and he's always stuck with his little group of friends, which includes Matthew Helders and a couple of other boys. While you and Alex had a certain level of friendship, it wasn't strong enough to be categorized as true friendship.

However, last year, Alex and Matt decided to form a band and started rehearsing in school after hours. You have to admit that you started creating random excuses just to watch them play. Sometimes, it would just be the three of you in the music room, and you would sit there and let their melodies resonate through your body.

At the beginning, the band wasn't great. In fact, you were convinced that the noises they made couldn't be called music. Matt couldn't sync with Alex's guitar, and they would blame each other for the terrible sounds. But they got better over time. Alex's voice became softer and always in tune, and even though he would occasionally mess up some chords on the electric guitar, the overall result was enough to send shivers down your spine. Matt, on the other hand, was definitely not a singer, but he developed such an incredible expertise on the drums that you could swear that his drumsticks were an extension of his hands.

With time, they started to gain popularity at school, and other kids would come and watch their rehearsals. That bothered you because you were the only one who believed in them when their music was terrible. But it was mostly because you had developed feelings for Alex. If asked, you would deny it to death, but you had lost count of all those sleepless nights spent thinking about his lips on yours and his hands all over your body.

The three of you ended up becoming good friends by the time summer vacations came around. Most of your afternoons were spent watching them play and going out for ice cream afterwards. One day, during those pleasant outings, Alex approached you with a nervous look on his face. "I wrote a new song," he said, "and I want you to hear it first." You couldn't believe it. Out of all the people who were now flocking to their rehearsals, he chose you to be the first to hear their new song.

Your heart skipped a beat as Alex pulled out his phone and played the new song for you. As you listened to the lyrics and the melody, you were filled with emotions that you couldn't even describe. The song was beautiful and had a depth that you had never heard in their music before. It's like it was tailor made to you.

As the song ended, you turned to Alex with tears in your eyes. "That was amazing," you said, "I can't believe you wrote that." Alex smiled nervously, "I'm glad you liked it," he replied.

In that moment, you realized how much you truly cared for him. You had always admired his talent and passion for music, but now you saw him in a completely different light. You felt a connection to him that you had never felt before, and you knew that you wanted to be more than just friends.

But you also knew that confessing your feelings to him could ruin your friendship. So, you kept your feelings hidden and continued to support him and Matt as their band gained more popularity. However, every time you heard Alex sing, your heart ached with the unspoken longing for something more.

Your nights were now a strange mixture of made-up scenarios where you and Alex took things to the next level, and wonderful dreams of him, most of which were too dirty to describe. You were young, not a saint, and it would be a lie to say that you had never imagined how it would feel to have his cock inside you.

As the summer went on, the band began to receive invitations to play at various gigs, including a house party hosted by one of your colleagues. Alex and Matt were excited to showcase their hard work, but with one condition: you had to be invited to the party as well.

Of course you were excited to see them playing. But the real reason that made your heart beat so fast on your chest that night was the fact that you had finally decided to confess your feelings for Alex. You chose your best dress, the one that lest just enough for imagination, and decide to put on some fuck me heels, as a change for your everyday sneakers. Your hair and makeup were impeccable, you made sure of that.

As you entered the party, you spotted Alex and Matt in the corner of the room, setting up their instruments. Alex looked up and saw you, his eyes widening in surprise at your appearance. You could tell that he was taken aback by how stunning you looked.

The night went on, and the band started to play and the crowd began to gather around them. You couldn't take your eyes off Alex as he sang and played his guitar, imagining his fingers playing something else rather that those guitar strings. It was like he was singing directly to you, his eyes meeting yours every so often. You could feel the tension building between the two of you, the unspoken feelings that had been brewing inside you for so long.

The music was blaring, and the noise of the party was getting louder by the minute. After a few songs, the boys came down from the improvised stage, and you all headed over to the drinks table for some much-needed refreshments. The thrill of drinking alcohol when you weren't supposed to only added to the excitement of the night. You loved the rush of breaking the rules, and the feeling of being wild and carefree.

As Matt excused himself to use the restroom, you saw your chance. Downing a glass of liquid courage, you looked at Alex's gorgeous face and tried to shout over the deafening music.

"Alex," you said, "can we go somewhere quieter to talk?"

Your heart was racing as he looked at you with a curious expression. He nodded his head, and the two of you headed to the backyard. The sound of the music was much quieter now, and you could finally hear yourself think. You took a deep breath and turned to face him.

"Alex, I have to tell you something," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What is it?" he asked, looking at you intently.

"I have feelings for you. I've had them for a while now, and I just couldn't bring myself to tell you." you blurted it out all at once, knowing that if you didn't, you'd ended up making something up to cover it.

Alex's eyes widened in surprise, and you thought you saw a flicker of something in them. Hope, maybe?

"I'm glad you told me," he said softly, "I like you too, Y/N. I've always felt a connection between us, but I didn't want to risk losing our friendship by saying anything."

You felt your heart flutter at his words. "Do you know that song I showed you at the ice cream shop? I wrote it for you" he admitted, while passing his hands through his beautiful, soft and slightly curled hair.

"You know what we do now?" Alex said, his voice low and seductive, sending shivers down your spine. You shook your head, in complete shock with his confession. As he stepped closer to you, your heart raced faster. "We take a chance," he continued, his eyes burning into yours with intensity. And before you could even respond, his lips were on yours, sending an electric shock through your entire body.

The kiss was everything you had ever imagined it would be, and more. You felt the heat rising between you, the desire to explore each other intensifying with every passing second. His hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. And when his other hand moved to your hair, you couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure. Your senses were overwhelmed, as you tasted the beer on his breath and felt the warmth of his body against yours. His touch was electric, and you couldn't get enough. You wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the moment and letting him take control.

The kiss between you and Alex was electric, the heat between your bodies building with every passing second. When you tried to speak, Alex stopped you with a gentle finger to your lips. "Shh, don't speak, doll," he whispered, taking your hand and leading you back to the party. The anticipation that built inside you as you followed him was almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, Matt's voice cut through the music, calling out for the two of you. But Alex dismissed him with a curt response and a tight grip on your hand, leaving your friend confused, but neither of you cared about it at that moment. You followed him upstairs, heart pounding, as he tried a few doors until he found one that was unlocked. He pulled you inside, shutting the door behind him.

Alex's hands explored your body, igniting a fire within you that you had never felt before. As he traced the curves of your hips and slipped his fingers underneath your clothes, you couldn't help but moan softly. He pressed his lips to your neck, sending shivers down your spine and making your knees go weak. You could feel his erection growing against your core, making you desire him even more.

As he pulled away, you looked up at him with a longing that was almost palpable. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire. You nodded, unable to speak as he reached for the zipper of your dress. He slowly slid it down, revealing more and more of your skin until you were standing before him in just your underwear and high heels.

Just as you were about to speak, Alex took one of your nipples into his mouth, causing you to let out a loud moan. "Oh god," you gasped.

"What is it, Y/N?" he asked, locking eyes with you.

"I've never done this before," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Alex leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "Me neither." He nipped at your earlobe before taking your hand and leading you towards the bed. "Come here," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

He pushed you gently onto the bed, climbing on top of you as he leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the intensity of the kiss grew. His hands trailed down your body, slipping under your panties and teasing your clit with his skilled fingers. You've touched yourself before, but it wasn't nearly as good as having Alex's fingers playing with your swollen clit.

You let out a moan as pleasure shot through you, and he continued to work his magic on you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm before slowing down.

"I want to savor this," he whispered in your ear, making you shiver with anticipation.

He moved down your body, kissing and licking his way to your breasts, taking each nipple in turn and swirling his tongue around it until you were writhing with pleasure.

He continued his descent, his tongue flicking over your stomach and down to your throbbing core. He parted your legs and shoved his tongue inside you, causing you to cry out in ecstasy. You ran your fingers through his hair, urging him on as he continued to lick and suck, his movements becoming faster and more intense.

"Nope," he said as he withdrew his mouth, leaving your swollen clit aching for friction, your need for an orgasm growing stronger with each passing second.

But then, he surprised you by standing up and removing his pants, revealing his hard and throbbing cock. He looked at you, checking for any signs of hesitation before slowly approaching the bed again.

"I'm not doing this if you're not ready, Y/N," he said, his eyes locking onto yours.

Your voice was filled with passion and desire as you responded, "I'm ready, Al, I promise."

He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly entered you. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure as you felt him fill you completely. It was your first time and the experience was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

You were both nervous and excited, unsure of what to expect but eager to explore each other's bodies. He waited until you were adjusted to his size before he began moving in a slow and steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

With a slow and steady rhythm, Alex began moving, each thrust sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he continued to slide in and out of you.

Your moans filled the room as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. You matched his pace, meeting him with each thrust as the pleasure grew more intense. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air as you both moved together in perfect harmony, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

You could feel the tension building within you, a familiar heat spreading throughout your body, your core begging for release. Alex seemed to sense it too, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release.

Finally, with a loud moan, you came undone, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. Alex continued to thrust into you, his own release not far behind, the tightness of your walls were enough to push him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he emptied himself inside you, feeling like he had just experienced something he had never felt before.

After a few moments of catching their breaths, Alex rolled over and pulled Y/N with him so that she was nestled against his chest. They lay there in silence for a few moments before Alex spoke up. "That was amazing," he said softly, running his fingers through Y/N's hair. "Yeah," you replied, snuggling closer to him. "I've never felt anything like that before." Alex chuckled.

"I could tell," he said. "You were so tight."

"Sorry," you said blushing. "I know it was probably painful at first."

Alex shook his head. "It's okay," he said. "I wanted to make sure you were comfortable the whole time. And it was worth it, seeing you come like that."

You felt a smile on your face and a warm glow filled your chest.

"What now?" You whispered, looking up at Alex. He shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"We could stay here like this for a while," he suggested. "Or we could get dressed and go back to the party. Whatever you want."

You considered your options, torn between wanting to stay in the moment and the reality that the outside world was waiting.

"I don't want to leave just yet," you admitted, snuggling closer to Alex. "But we can't stay here forever."

"I know," he said, holding you tight. "We'll have plenty of time together."

As you relaxed into his embrace, you both heard a knock on the door, followed by Matt's voice calling out for Alex.

"Al! They want us to play a couple more songs," Matt said.

You both groaned in unison, not wanting to break the spell of your intimate moment.

"Go away, Matt!" Alex called back, his voice firm.

You both laughed and settled back into each other's arms, content to stay in your own little world for just a little while longer.

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I'm only posting this because I promised Anon I would. Not sure it came out the way I wanted it to. In the middle of it I realized I don't have a clue about how to portray Al being a virgin. On my mind his just this sex God, so yeah. Sorry for this.

Hope you enjoy it, tho? If you did please leave a kind comment, those make me forget how much I suffer while I write :)

Anyway, thankss 💕

~ Bella

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streets-in-paradise · 2 years

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Stranger Things Headcanons: Being Dustin’s older sister, a nerdy metalhead, and becoming closer with Eddie and Steve - Part 2

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Word Count + 5 K (almost 6K)

Warnings: Jealous Eddie and a bit of idiots in love on all sides. The reader is a protective older sister who is very angry at Billy because of what he did to the kids in season 2. For so, he isn’t referenced in a good light. Cultural references to lord of the rings, hard rock bands and popular horror movies of the 80′s.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x (Fem) Henderson!Reader, Steve Harrington x (Fem) Henderson!Reader.

Notes: This is a direct continuation to a previous post, following some ideas that stayed out of it. Here i got the chance to include and even expand those.

Also, I have possibly usable material for 2 more parts. One continuing from the end of this one and going a bit more into the season 3 setting, then another one (that i can begin to think after watching the rest of it) for season 4.

Guide of references: Eru is the elvish name of the supreme deity in Tolkien lore.

For more information about my fixation with the concept of Steve and Bon Jovi, look at this early video of the band from a song of their first album.

Although the show already made for me the connection between Billy and Motley Crue, I don’t mind sharing you this anacronic video from a 1986 live version of “ Smokin’ In The Boy’s Room” Vince Neil sings with Jon Bon Jovi just because i feel like doing it to complete the introduction of vibes from both in order to show the contrast.

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- One more interdimensional crisis afterwards, your brother had two new friends while an old one returned to stay.

- Strictly speaking, Max and El were the girlfriends of Lucas and Mike respectively, but you were excited the most about them being friends of Dustin. Seeing him forming bonds with girls from a young age meant a lot to you, it was a great sign showing that he wasn't going to repeat your story. You would always insist on showing him what a great thing it was because at first he used to feel bad about the overall reaction girls had to him. None wanted to dance with him at that dance his school organized, at least until Nancy saved the night. As his sister, you would have looked bad if you would try a similar trick, reason why you were very thankful to her for such a sweet gesture.

- It made him feel better that time, but it didn't completely erase his insecurities. Steve and you were working together to help him out, but from absolutely opposite fronts. While he would share with him his wisdom as an ex popular highschool heartthrob, you were trying to make Dustin understand that he wasn't failing for not having a girlfriend.

- " That is easy for you to say now that you are a groupie. " He shamelessly replicated once to one of your pieces of advice, making fun of your sneak outs to the shows of Eddie's band.

" That's not how it works, Dustin. I hang out with a bunch of guys who are in a band, and sometimes I go to their shows. That's all."

" Isn't that the definition of groupie?"

Your brother was a bit lost in the sexual implications of the term.

" Groupies get ... intimately involved with the band." You began to explain to him. " Some are smart enough to get money out of them, while others are dumb enough to fall for one of guys. Then, at the peak of the band's fame, he gets married to a respectable top model."

- Sexual implications of the term aside, you were like the dumb groupies in your explanation. The shows were an outlet for your feelings, behaving a bit like a fan was the safest way of expressing your crush on your talented friend.

- Once you confirmed his suspicions, Johnnatan became your best ally on the topic. He helped you into dealing with how you were feeling with a privileged understatement of the issue. He had been there back when Nancy and Steve were dating, the reason why he understood both sides of the situation you narrated to him: your crush on a friend and Eddie's own crush on a popular girl. It sucked, but he was supportive of your coping mechanisms and he even agreed to accompany you to the shows.

- In exchange for the help you would offer him to spend a few hours looking after Will, but you knew Johnny was going to do it anyway. He cared for you and wouldn't let you go alone to the shady places where Corroded Coffin usually played, places your mother would forbid you of stepping in if she knew where you were going.

- It was all fun and games between you both about your little adventures but, as soon as you would see Eddie on stage, your expression would transform. Objectively speaking, he was the best part of the band and his performance always would leave you in breathless amazement. You were a total fan of his music

- Through that strong admiration, you would set yourself free. For a while, you would self indulge in your illusions and he would go along with it, directing towards you some of his gestures of performative charisma. Logic would dictate that he was, at best, bragging his skill to you in a playful way. Yet, you were eager to toss any logic aside for a bit of comfort. ' A girl can dream.' you would tell yourself, in resignation.

- " Forget about that." Your brother replied to your quasi metaphorical explanation. " You are going to date a pop star and when the guitarist will see you with him at the next MTV VIdeo Music Awards, he is going to make a scandal that will make ratings skyrocket. "

You knew exactly what he meant.

" Steve is a friend and friendships are important. When you don't have friends, you become a socially awkward mess falling for the first person who says nice things about you. " Was your way of going back to the point you wanted to make. " Max is awesome, appreciate your friendship with her as you already do with El. Learn through your bonding with girls, now that you have the chance. I'm sure you will do so much better than me, you will see."

- Dustin simply wouldn't stop trying to sell you the idea of dating Steve as a solution to all your problems, even if it wasn't completely clear that he would want that. It only got worse since he found out that you were ocassionally making each other company at school, where he wasn't present.

- Steve was going through a hard time that coincided with his last months in school. All his fake friends were gone, most of his new friends were middle school kids and on top of that he had to watch his back from Hargrove. You didn't want him to go through all of that alone and you ended up becoming his main source of company of similar age at that moment, the main exception being when you were with the Hellfire Club.

- Whenever he would see you with them, he wouldn't even dare to glance at your direction. You guessed that it was because he knew he would feel out of place with them, especially given his recent past. Among the nerds there was no inclination towards seeing him and Hargrove as anything else but two different flavors of the same asshole. Even you used to be guilty of sharing that mindset.

- That was before getting to know him for real and before Hargrove showed the worst of him for you to realize that it was far superior to the worst of Steve. What he did to Lucas would have never been done by Steve, not even at the peak of his assholness. He targeted a whole group of middle school kids just for hanging out with his little step sister, but only one of them got the worst part. Dustin was there in the same position of Lucas bonding with Max while trying to control his crush. He could have tried to beat up your brother and surely, nothing would have stopped him from doing it, but he selectively chose to pick on Lucas first... As if daring to punch a kid wasn't horrible enough.

- It wouldn't matter how many times Max would try to tell you that he wasn't horrible all the time, or that his father was a real asshole. Billy Hargrove was a bully and he attacked your boys. Your thought process, proper of an older sister who loved her little brother as the center of her world, wouldn't care to consider anything else.

- Steve saved the kids not only from Billy, but also from a bunch of interdimensional monsters. Baby Demogorgons? Was that what those were? Whatever that crap that killed your cat and destroyed your storm cellar was, he handled the situation like a damn hero. Yet, no one else should hear the stories of his brave charges into battle because no one would believe any of you.

- Occasionally, you would get to hear some jokes about his fallen from grace in the popularity Olympus coming from your new group of nerd friends. Those pissed you off, but there was nothing you could tell them in order to explain why. You suddenly didn’t share anymore with them the common sense idea of considering him a prick of the same size as Billy, but you had only scratches of a confessable reason for that change. Whenever they would be joking about him, you simply refused to engage in their conversation. They didn’t seem to mind, too lost in their own laughter to see that you weren’t following it.

- Everyone else but Eddie, who was for some reason more attentive to your reactions.

“ Do you feel sorry for that jackass? He ain’t worthy, sweetheart. Harrington got what he deserved.” He said to you once, as if he was comforting you out of a naive idea. In the same action he wrapped an arm around you, overdramatically emphasizing the comfort aspect.

“ Perhaps… but it makes no sense making fun of him now that he is done. A real court jester has the balls to mock the current king, not just the predecessor.” You began to explain the most neutral sounding defense that you could come up with as Eddie’s attention was following your every word. “ Hargrove is a violent dick, we should be more worried about him. He is way worse than just a popular airhead stealing from our culture because it looks badass. As a bully, he is a brutal beast … my brother and his group of friends have been his targets. They are middle school kids, guys, children. He picked on them because they were seeing his step sister who is their classmate and he only stopped because Harrington intervened. “

Since you couldn’t tell anything about the beasts, you were giving Steve the full credit for the containment of the bullying situation.

“ You may not believe it, but he went full Boromir to save my hobbits... If it wouldn’t have been for him, if he wouldn’t have been there to protect them.” You stopped for a second, realizing that you were getting a bit emotional because you knew that the danger they truly faced was far worse than just Billy. To your audience, it was perceived as a bit of admiration for his acts. “ He took the punches for them. At least for that, Steve deserves my respect and I am giving him the benefit of the doubt.”

- Most of them remained silent, probably in disbelief with your words. Eddie spoke first and you were expecting he would make some harmless joke about missing the shitshow of jock on jock violence as if it was a fight of gladiators meant for entertainment. Instead, he got oddly defensive while remaining in his usual snarkiness.

“ Steve? He has first name privileges now? Do you honestly think that one good action is enough to redeem him from everything he has done? BUM, MAGIC, NOW HE IS A HERO!”

He got laughs from some of the others, sarcastic affirmations in favor of his stance, and proceeded to hug you tighter.

“ Sweet, innocent lass. Those shitheads never change.” Eddie concluded for you in a mix of modern and fantasy-esque speech to later kiss your forehead. “ Worry not, I shall protect you from that adorable optimism.”

- Suddenly, he was all about being close to you, energetically annoying whoever had the bad luck of being in the way, just to make himself noticed.

- Like in that time you were talking with Nancy and he scared the crap out of her by popping up from behind her just to make a creepy jumpscare that he knew would make you laugh.

- “ I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND NOW, NANCY!! “ He exclaimed in a deep, distorsionated voice that worked perfectly for both of his motives.

“ Sorry, Nance.” You apologized while failing to control your chuckles. “ It’s a legit quote from my newest favorite horror film.”

“ Don’t worry, I am not going to kill you.” Eddie said softly to her, his own gentle way of apologizing before heading his attention back at you. “ Did I get it right?”

While he was waiting for your reply his expression was of pure excitement and he looked so adorable.

“ You sound awesome as Freddy Krueger. “ Was your praiseful answer.” List him as a new character for your impersonations.”

- Interactions like that one kept happening pretty much around anyone and you thought that it was part of his way of protecting you as he said he would. Maybe he was worried because of your very personal problems with Hargrove and wanted to be around you all the time just to make sure you will be safe.

- Part of that assumption was correct, but because he didn’t like the idea of letting Steve Harrington be your only defense against your brother’s bully in case you needed one. Not only because he didn't believe in his change, but also due to how much he hated to hear you, his biggest fan, expressing admiration towards that douchebag. Comparing him to Boromir of Gondor was way too much, you sounded like his thankful damsel.

- The truth was that, even when he wouldn’t admit it, Eddie was jealous to the core. Not that an asshole like Harrington would see all the good in you and actively seek to date you, but just the idea of you developing a crush on him was unacceptable.

- It was a matter of time until he would see you with him, chatting at some corner of the school. In whatever you two were talking about, he was able to see that he was making you laugh. The cute, happy chuckles that he loved right from the very first time he caused those on you were being directed towards that basketball player. He knew he had no reason to interfere, you weren’t dating and it wasn’t his call. Yet, he couldn’t help himself.

- “ Look at who we have here! ” Eddie interrupted the conversation. “ Steve ‘ The Repentant’, the savior of children, the fear of bullies… Well, at least after years of being one himself.”

You weren't entirely surprised by his attitude, but you didn't want him to make Steve feel bad.

" Hi, Eds! Is everything alright?"

" I am wondering the exact same fucking thing ríght now. " He mocked you while subtly placing his arms around you once more. " Isn't this douchebag allergic to our kind or something?"

In his confusion, Steve still managed to reply.

" I am friends with her brother. "

Even when you understood the reason why avoiding introducing himself as your friend, you didn't want him to hide himself in a role reversal game making you be the one who was supposed to be ashamed of his friendship.

" Steve is a friend of the family. " You informed, showing pride on that claim before proceeding to explain the context for him. " I have told the guys about the real reasons for your fight with Hargrove, but they refuse to believe me... What you did for Lucas and Dustin was worthy of being told. "

With that last sentence, you were letting him know that you spoke only of the part about him defending them from the human menace of Max's stepbrother. However, your unaware interlocutor saw it as some sort of praiseful take and he showed to be very annoyed by it.

" I have the ríght to remain skeptical" Eddie followed you, in an opposite direction. "My friend over here seems very impressed by that little feat she attributes to you, but i know there are no heroes among orcs. When there is no one else to destroy, they simply attack each other. "

Steve looked at you as if he was asking for a translation.

" He thinks that you fought Billy only because you two were measuring dicks." You began to indulge his ask. " In Lord of the Rings, Orcs are a race of assholes that represent one of the most constant dangers in Middle Earth, but often fight each other for the dumbest reasons. The chain of command is just one of those, but they can start to fight each other for literally anything and that tends to help the protagonists escape from them when it is necessary. "

" Let me get it ríght. " He stopped you in order to share his own concluded interpretation and his clueless excitement while thinking he understood the comparison correctly got you a bit soft for him. " You have been saying to your friends that I am some sort of nerd protector hero, like one of the characters in that board game you all love so much."

Eddie rolled his eyes in absolute annoyance while listening : the dumbass was talking of Dungeons and Dragons.

"... But they think I am a fraud, unworthy of your trust, because they assume the kids just escaped while Hargrove and I got distracted by tearing each other apart like macho dickheads."

" Bingo!" Eddie cheered him, sarcastically. " What took you so long?"

You did your best to comfort Steve in the sweetest way you found.

" He may think that you are an orc, but to me you are like a captive elve. You escaped Mordor before becoming one of them and I am so proud of you. "

He had no idea of what you meant with that, but he got a bit of a blushy smile because he was almost sure that you were complimenting him in your own language.

" For Eru's sake! '' Eddie complained, at the peak of his annoyance. " If you could understand how sweet that was, you would get why you don't deserve it. "

- You weren't completely sure of what went wrong, but you hated to see him angry at you.

- Was it anger or disappointment? Why did it upset him so much that you were friends with the dude who saved your brother? Eddie wasn't a judgemental person. If there was one highschool nerd you imagined showing understandment towards Steve, it was him, so... What was his problem?

- Even if you didn't or couldn't understand what was happening with him you still wanted to cheer him up. Maybe through a sweet, selfless gesture showing your appreciation for him. If you could find a way to do it, you would even try to invent an excuse to get him a while of attention from the girl you thought he was crushing on.

- The next time Jason called Eddie a freak, you took the initiative leading the offensive of mocks against his insults.

- It actually leaded you into being very loud in your first outspoken, freakish monologue.

- " You, Jason, are the conservative dream crushing everyone else beneath. You like to go around this place like it is your hunting ground, punishing people for behaving in ways you dislike ... and let's not forget how freaking dull and constricted you are. Let people have fun, Vorhees!!!"

- You murdered him with words and a choir of ' Ki-Ki-Ki Ma-Ma-Ma' whispers coming from your very amused friends closed the deal. Eddie was smiling again and that was all you cared about.

- He was amazed by what you did because he knew better than anyone else there how hard it once was for you to come out of your shell, such a brave move was more meaningful coming from you. Among all his friends, you were the one who spoke up to scream some truths at Jason and you did it with such brilliance. A Jason Vorhees joke was hard to make without it sounding like an easy punchline and your punk phrasing not only avoided that, it made it sound like a rebellious satire.

- Eddie was so excited, surprised and generally overwhelmed by the awesomeness of what he witnessed that he only managed to react in one way. In some spontaneous explosion of happiness, he grabbed your cheeks with his hands and placed his lips over yours in a strong peck.

- You didn’t see it coming and your shock became greater than his. He didn’t explain himself afterwards and your face was on fire. Avoiding self combust out of shame was your priority, but you were so happy and confused. Your more imminent thought was wondering what the hell was that. Then, you realized something else.

- That was your first kiss. Through that weird accident, nothing like you would have imagined it before, Eddie kissed you in full unawareness of being the first guy to skim your lips. A part of you was going through a light panic that you stoically dissimulated and it took you a long while to ever bring up the topic again.

- It reemerged during a moment you both were spending alone in his trailer. It was a chill while listening to music as you were rambling to him about your next idea for a horror tale. It was going to be about a fictionalized parody of a glam metal band inspired by Motley Crue’s “ Shout at the Devil” controversy. The dudes in your story intended to follow that route so they could get free publicity scaring religious conservatives with the use of creepy looking symbology. For so, they would pick some random symbol they don’t actually understand and their ignorance would lead them to ruin when the collective energy in their shows, acting as a good replacement for worship, would end up awakening a real supernatural threat. The monster would later possess the singer, a Vince Neil parody that you heavily inspired on Billy Hargrove, to start a classical slasher rampage with a bit of Evil Dead style on the hotel where the band was staying. In a deliciously ironic trope subversion, it would be stopped by a groupie in the role of final girl.

- Eddie loved the concept because of how creepy yet hilariously crazy it was. The whole thing felt like something Sam Raimi could be directing, but there were also some cathartical aspects that you put into it. It was clear that you were using fiction as an outlet for your anger over that bully because you were such an overprotective older sister. Your stories were rarely inserted in the parodic subgenre and this one felt a bit like your joke of political satire of Jason as the homonymous Friday 13th villain.

- After reminding you of how much he enjoyed that one, you got into a bit of talking about it and you ended up explaining at least one of the many reasons why you were so ashamed when he kissed you.

- He was in authentic disbelief. It made sense, but it also didn’t. He never stopped to consider it.

- “ Really? Never ever before?” Eddie asked you, in sweet complicity. He was thinking of something else, over the lines of ‘ But you are so cute… How is that even possible? ‘

You nodded negatively with a playful expression intended to dissimulate your embarrassment.

“ Not even with Johnny when getting high on my weed? What kind of friend is he?” He joked, trying to help you feel less uncomfortable with the confession. “ … Not even with that douchebag basketball player?”

That last question sounded a little bit more like a tease. but he was trying to hide that it came from a genuine, jealousy based, interest in knowing if Steve ever got that close with you.

Your answer was negative again and part of him felt relieved.

“ Don’t worry, sweetheart. There is nothing to be ashamed of, it’s not your fault that the dudes close to you have been so rude. “

He made you laugh with that pretty odd claim and seeing that made him smile while staring at your face.

“ That wasn’t even a proper first kiss,I barely touched you. If you are counting that one, I have very bad news for you: you still haven’t been kissed.“ He pointed out, slightly doubtful because he didn’t want to make you feel more uncomfortable with what he was about to propose. “ … If you are up to it, I can give you a real one. “

- The expression in your face was talking for you, but you had to force yourself into giving a clear answer and he waited for it before crashing his lips against yours again. “ Walk All Over You '' by AC/DC was casually sounding in the background as he was giving you a mind blowing kiss, caresses of all sorts included. With anyone else it wouldn’t feel as romantic as you felt it with him. Perhaps because he wanted to compensate you, he was making you feel romanced through the whole experience. Even if you didn’t know if he meant it to feel that way, you sensed it like his own definition of romance.

- “ Do you want more?” He teased you afterwards, noticing your blissful state. “ We can have as many as you want. I really don’t mind, I am a freak.”

That was, in fact, his way of hiding that he couldn’t get enough of it.

- You still wouldn't allow yourself high hopes after that. Eddie stated that he just wanted to help a friend into a nice first experience, the jokes he made about Johnnatan and Steve implied that. Not like that would stop you from revisiting the moment in your mind and daydreaming about it, but you got that more in control than what you expected. Your friendship seemed to have survived that romantical experiment unharmed.

- He even stopped freaking out about your friendship with Steve. Of course, you had no idea that it happened because he got the jealousy in control. Despite how adorable you were in your interactions with him, Harrington wasn't as close to you as he feared he could become.

- However, Eddie didn't know that Steve counted with the unconditional support of a certain wannabe matchmaker child. You never got into telling him about the very special topic of the hero worshiping your brother would usually make of his older friend.

- Dustin was ready to try anything to make it happen. Sometimes he was very obvious, like whenever he would make you sit next to each other for movie nights to later put the longest film he could pick and wait to see who would end up resting their head in the other's shoulder.

- That was how Steve was exposed to the Star Wars franchise and he happily freaked out little bit on that one time you were very tired and ended up being the one doing it.

- On family dinners with your mother, Dustin would always help him look as the nicest, best behaved boy in order to instalate the idea of making her wish Steve would be your boyfriend.

- " That is your brand. You are Jon Bon Jovi: highschool girls want to date you and their mothers don't wait until that happens to start calling you their son." He secretly explained the strategy to his friend the very first time he made him put it in practice. " Your better established competition is Eddie Van Halen. He is a freaking god playing guitar who manages to captivate hard rock, metal and pop audiences because he is talented as fuck and looks awesome in posters. Do you know why he hasn't defeated you yet? Because you know your brand better than anyone else in the market and that is making you climb to the top very fast with just one studio album in your discography."

" I don't understand you, Henderson! Can you please go slow... and maybe avoid confusing me even more?"

" Be the sweetest, most charming young man to my mom. Make her wish you would be joining us for dinner as my sister's boyfriend."

- As the school year was reaching its end Steve began to worry more about prom that of the upcoming exams. Not a weird attitude for someone who still didn’t got rid completely of the popularity mindset, but you would try to remind him of keeping his priorities in order.

- Dustin followed you on that most times, but he was also busy on his own plan trying to convince him of taking you as his date to prom. Steve was reluctant about the idea, giving a new set of excuses every time he would be asked about it.

- “ She is great, that is not in question… but she just joined the freaks’ club!” Was the last, desperate, excuse on the long list. “ That is social suicide, is worst than being in band. I would love to, but I can't show up there with your sister. “

“ Bullshit, you are just scared of rejectment.” Dustin straightfoldy replicated against it. “ What are you waiting for? It is a flawless plan: you ask it as a friend who is about to graduate and has no one else to take, then give her the most romantical night of her life. It is the premise of Carrie, but turned upside down. She is going to love it.”

- The kid was right in at least one thing: Steve was terrified of asking that to you because he was about 75% sure you were going to say no. The concept of prom as a popularity shitfest wouldn’t help to convince you, but he was scared of facing rejectment at a personal level. Not just because you hated the concept of the date, but because you wouldn’t want to date him.

- His conjectures could be wrong because most of your friends were weirdos, but there was something about your so-called friendship with Munson that you either didn’t realize or were hiding on purpose. The dude was into you, there was no other explanation for some of his attitudes. Plus, you seemed to be very close with him and he was pretty much into the very same shit you were. The chances were there, even when there was no direct confirmation of it. Asking his ex’s former boyfriend for advice and information was too awkward to be taken in consideration, so all Steve had about it was you as source. He wasn’t as convinced as you were of your theory about Chrissy, but that wasn’t the main aspect that gave him a bit of hope through your conversation about it.

- “ Steve, she is absolutely adorable. If you were a girl, you would be just like her. There is no way I am wrong, I know what I saw and it makes sense. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of my freaky counterparts crushes on the cute girlfriend of some jock he hates. No offense but, what happened between you and Johnny is the dream of many… Why wouldn’t it be Eddie’s too?”

“ Do you outcast girls never dream of dating the cute girl’s boyfriend?” He asked in reply, following your own terminology without daring to point out how you indirectly described him as adorable. “ It seems like a thing that can go both ways.”

“ I would prefer to drown in Crystal Lake before going on a date with that poor girl’s boyfriend.” You joked before providing a more compelling answer. “ That being said, it can be a fantasy for freak girls to … just not as recurrent because, in my humble opinion, when you are a girl you have to get a certain suspension of disbelief to get into it. The ‘ loser gets the popular love interest’ concept may be everywhere in some stuff we consume, like comic books, but that doesn’t go both ways. It’s only for the boys, we are not used to being spoon feeded that fantasy.. Do you know what is the closest thing to that we have? ‘Carrie’.. a bloody nightmare of shame and revenge that begins out of pity. “

- The likeness in which yours and your brother’s mind would think was somehow amazing and a bit scary to notice, precisely given the exactitude it was capable of reaching. His doubts didn’t vanish completely after hearing you reference the very same thing Dustin did, but he began to think that it could be a good idea. Besides, your way of presenting the situation made him think that you were more in the pole of unawareness and not hiding a secret relationship with the nerd club leader.

- Steve began to think that maybe, despite how different you two were, you could crush on a guy like him if you would allow yourself to think of it as a possibility. For as much as you denied it in speech, claiming that it wasn’t for you even in fantasy, evidence presented by your brother showed that you had a bit of a secret fangirl thing for the less threatening looking heartthrob among rockstars.

- Taking a risk and asking you to accompany him was worth trying, but the challenge was finding a proper opportunity to do it. It had to be at school, so it wouldn’t feel monitored by your little brother, but it didn’t have to happen near your friends because Munson could surely ruin it.For so, he simply chose to wait until the topic would reappear again between you.

- It’s not like you haven’t asked him before about his obsession with prom. You did, even at that time right after he was trying to get information about Eddie out of you to speculate in your availability. It was a bit of a naive comeback that you threw, in unawareness, following your horror reference like a punchline. You used to think that it was about Nancy, since it was pretty much possible that he would have priorly imagined himself there with her back when they were together. For what you have heard of him saying, he practically had a full fantasy developed of how prom night with his girlfriend was going to be.

- It was beautiful, you couldn’t help rooting for him and you would have lied if you would have denied to feel a bit of wishfulness while listening. Even from outside of the relationship he still sounded like the sweetest boyfriend and everything that was coming out of him sounded so dreamy. It may be overly romantic and a bit of a teen rom com dream but, deep down… who wouldn’t want that? Just listening to it was making you smile. His heartbreak was also relatable to you, even if that one at least came from an actual relationship.

- When this sweet dork finally asked you to be his date for his prom night party, your immediate guess was thinking that he needed an understanding friend that would be aware of the hurtful aspects and wouldn’t question it. An emotional support company, not an actual prom date that could criticize him for thinking of his ex while slow dancing.

- “ I know that you hate this sort of stuff, but it would be very important if you could come with me.”

Steve was way too nervous and you couldn’t understand why, so you rushed to give an emphatic affirmative response.

“ Of course, silly! You don’t have to deal with that alone, us losers have community spirit. “

He was listening to you with such a happy expression.

“ REALLY??” He asked again, a dorkish yell full of excitement. “ That would be so amazing. I promise that you will not regret it, I will do my best so you can have a good time.”

“ Steve, is alright.” You calmly cutted him off. “ We always do shit I like to do, you end up being indirectly forced to stand whatever nerdy crap Dustin and I are into at any given moment. For once, we can do something that is more you and there is nothing wrong with that, even if it’s just between you and me.”

He hugged you tightly, an outlet for his happy cheer, and you found yourself caught by the sweetness of the moment.

- You had no idea of how you were going to explain to the guys of Hellfire, before they could eventually find out from external sources, that you were the prom date of Steve Harrington with all the implications in that sentence.

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Måneskin for Kerrang! Magazine

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Post-Eurovision, Måneskin have become one of the world's biggest bands. Now preparing to headline The 02, we caught up with the Italian rock'n'rollers at Lollapalooza to on the ground just how wild their lives are getting, and why none of them seem to like wearing clothes...

It's a Sunday itemoon at Grant Park in Chicago, the site of Lollapalooza. The sun is shining, the sky is straight out of an oil painting - a deep, rich blue decorated with perfectly formed clouds - and the air is warm. For four days, 100,000 people make their way into the designated section of the 319-acre park to attend the festival originally started by Perry Farrell in 1991 as a travelling farewell tour for Jane's Addiction. Now a staple of Chicago life that sees the city's downtown area teeming with people, through its gates and on the surrounding streets there are no thoughts of the injustice and cruelty that permeate the news cycles. Judging by the lack of macks, there's also very little indication that COVID - which saw the festival exist only in digital form in 2020 and is on the rise once again - ever existed. It's a paradise of late-capitalist dystopia, where soda-sized cans of beer com $10 and a four-day wristband will set you back $375 for General Admission, rising to $4,200 for a 'Platinum' edition.

You could understand, then, why one Måneskin fan is at the front of the crowd crying. In fact, she's not just crying, but bawling her eyes out uncontrollably as the Italian band appear high up the main stage some four hours before the final day's headline act, Green Day, offer up a spellbinding performance that firmly cements their legendary status. These aren't sad tears. Quite the opposite. They're an expression of joy. Her irrepressible emotions - her paroxysms of joy enlarged on the huge screens either side of the stage - are more than enough for vocalist Damiano David to notice her.

"That's how you fucking behave at a gig!" the 23-year old frontman bellows, both to the fan in question and the thousands of other people watching her cry. "You're a fucking pro fan, okay? I fucking love you!" he continues. This only causes her to convulse even more uncontrollably than she already was.

"Take example," he says, "everybody starts crying right now, okay?" It's one of the few times his English isn't entirely perfect, but it doesn't matter. As the fan essentially folds in half over the barrier, you know it's a moment she's going to remember for the rest of her life.

It's also an indication of the power that the quartet Damiano, bassist Victoria De Angelis, guitarist Thomas Raggi and drummer Ethan Torchio - currently wield. After they play their hour-long set, Perry Farrell's Porno For Pyros are the next band on the main stage. And while, admittedly, they never had the same draw as Perry's main outfit Jane's Addiction, there are significantly fewer people watching them than were watching Måneskin. Not half bad for a band who only formed in 2016 and whose lyrics are often in Italian.

That doesn't seem to matter, though. Whether Máneskin are strutting their stuff- and boy do they strut - their own language, like set opener Zitt E Buoni (the song with which the four-piece won the 2021 Eurovision Song Contest), or in English as they do on the decadent, hedonistic Supermodel, the crowd sing every single word back. Whether they understand them or not. It's an incredibly rare sight to behold- especially in America- but the international fervour for the Italians doesn't end there. On May 8, 2023, nine months on from Lollapalooza, the four-piece will headine London's 20,000-capacity The 02 - a far cry from when they first played the capital in 2019. Then, it was at The Dome, the 500-capacity venue in London's Tufnell Park. The band don't need to be made aware of how unusually and insanely fast that trajectory is.

"It's been crazy to see how we all of a sudden started planting seeds all around Europe," says Damiano in the band's dressing room a couple of hours before their set, and then also outside of Europe. It's been even crazier to see how fast and how far things have grown. Like, one year ago, we went around Europe playing for like 500 or 1,000 or 2,000 people. when we were lucky, but now we see that we are selling like 10,000 tickets in South America. It's crazy! We're reaching places where we would never imagine to be."

It goes without saying that a great deal of that is down to Maneskin's Eurovision victory. While often derided as a kitschy competition that promotes terrible pop music (and rightly so), Måneskin decided that the pros of taking part in the contest would likely outweigh the cons. They were absolutely right.

"We went there knowing it was not our natural environment," admits Damiano, "but we just said, 'It's a huge stage!" When we see a stage, we just want to play there. We don't care if it's cheesy or 'not rock'n'roll'. We'll make it rock'n'roll! Which is what I think we did at Eurovision. We didn't want any dancers or stuff onstage- it was just us, a for the drums, and pyro."

Making it rock'n'roll was exactly what they did - not just with their winning performance of Zitti E Buoni, but also their alleged antics at their table while waiting for the results. On live television, in front of approximately 183 million people, it looked very much as if the singer did - or was about to do -a line of cocaine. Whether he did or not is another thing. but the fuss and furore it all caused got absolutely everybody talking about Måneskin, at least. It's something they actually enjoy playing with, and they like to provoke people while they do so.

"We're good at not actually caring about what people say because we know the truth," says Damiano, and we think the truth and the authentic things are always going to come out one way or another. So when we were accused of snorting coke at Eurovision, we didn't get pissed. We knew the truth and were like, "Okay, this is fun! I love it! I was super hyped, and it was funny to think) a lot of people hate me! But it's easy to shut out things if you know the truth and if they're not true. There's a beat. "The problem is when they catch you doing true shit!"

The artist village at Lollapalooza is a fenced-off complex just behind the festival's main stage. There are fashion and food vendors offering free wares to those with access, as well as a bar that serves free drinks, although they don't start giving alcohol out until 3pm. But there are ping-pong and picnic tables, and a host of other luxuries afforded to those who are playing. Except for Green Day, who have their own fenced-off complex within the fenced-off complex, the green rooms for all the bands playing are set up in a line next to each other, a rock'n'roll village.

Inside Måneskin's dressing room, Damiano is finishing off a small joint, and he'll later announce to the crowd how great it is that weed is legal in Chicago. The band are also lacking in clothes, their stage outfits only half on at this juncture. Lounging around in various states of undress, there has rarely been a better example of a good looking or more stylish rock'n'roll band. It's no wonder they were chosen to star in a Gucci advertising campaign last year.

It's another vivid example of their rapid ascent from playing shows as teenagers and busking on the streets of Rome to being in the throes of world domination. It would be easy for them to let their success derail them, but they show no signs of that actually happening. In fact, they're adjusting to it all very well-probably because, having won a number of awards at home a few years ago, the wheels were in motion before Eurovision blasted them into the stratosphere.

"I think we got used to it in a way in Italy when we were growing up there," says Vic, "so we already knew how to handle it and how to not let it get in our heads. So now we're just happy and enjoying every piece of it." As they should be. But it's also worth noting that this is →

something they've been actively working for and towards since they formed the band as teenagers in school. Because even at a young age, as Victoria explains, Måneskin had their eyes on the big time. Ask them if back then their aspirations would have included world domination and they probably like most bands would have said yes. The difference now is that they can answer yes and have that actually be a tangible possibility.

"Even when we started the band when we were very young, we took it seriously," she says. "It's not like we were saying. We want to play The O2!" - and here she smiles a devilish grin to illustrate her delight that that's actually going to happen - "but we wanted to make a real project, record an album in the studio, play a lot of gigs. Most of the people our age weren't even into music, or if they were, it was just for fun to go to a rehearsal room and play some covers. But we were like. "We need to do a photoshoot and make a video clip Everyone was like, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're 15-year-old children!' But we really wanted to make this a longtime project."

With that comes a level headedness and intelligence that belies their image and their sound. One of the most touted facts bandied around about. Måneskin is that people are streaming the band's songs in their billions. In 2021, analytics company Viberate totted up Spotify, TikTok, YouTube and Instagram numbers to reveal that the Italians made the biggest impact in terms of views, streams and likes for that year. On Spotify, they were streamed two billion times in 2021, while they garnered 213 million views on YouTube. Those insane Spotify statistics mean they were streamed more than Metallica who, by comparison, only managed a paltry 1.3 billion streams- and also gave Queen a run for their money.

Impressive as this is - and it's incredibly impressive - Måneskin are just taking those facts and figures in their stride. Unlike, it must be said, a lot of people who have been getting upset that these young whippersnappers are out-streaming their iconic heroes, or the media outlets that have been sensationalising those figures.

"I think the world has become a bunch of clickbait shit, says Damiano. "Of course the viewer is going to get super upset when you hear, 'Måneskin are more streamed than Queen. But I'm a thinking person, so I'm like, 'Of course." They were not a Spotify-time band. They've sold millions more albums than we can ever hope to sell, because it worked in another way. It wasn't about streams, it was about actual selling. It's a different thing, but I think it's just the journalists trying to be smart and cause drama and to get people to split up. But it's just shit. We know we're not Queen and we don't even aim to be Queen. They already existed and we don't want to copy anybody. Otherwise, I'd be singing in a high-pitched voice and wearing all white."

"We're just having fun, and things are getting even better"

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With great power comes great responsibility, so the old adage goes. That's something Måneskin are discovering more and more as their profile continues to rise exponentially. Needless to say, glam rock isn't, and hasn't ever been, a particularly political genre. The whole point of it is over-the-top posturing and dramatics - it's meant to be fun and raucous

In Måneskin's case, its also awash with a heavy sexuality especially in their performance of Touch Me, a steamy, sleazy song about physical attraction that today sees Damiano, by this point topless, get into the crowd and charm them with his incredible charisma and his sweaty, naked torso. But then things take a turn for the more serious. That song morphs into an off-kilter cover of The Who's My Generation, before the band announce their solidarity with Ukraine and launch into a vicious diatribe about Vladimir Putin by way of introduction to We're Gonna Dance On Gasoline. A snarling, ominous anthem released back in April - a month after the band cancelled the Russian leg of their world tour in opposition to the war - it seems to address the Russian president directly, and offers up a completely different side to the band. It shows that there's much more to them than just glam rock hedonism - something they think is increasingly important to show the world as the continue to get bigger.

"When we know enough about something specific, then we talk about it," says Ethan on one of the few occasions he speaks during the interview. "Knowledge is important."

"I love this quote by Billie Eilish," says Damiano. "She said a super-smart thing, that having money makes you powerful, but sometimes saying no to money makes you even more powerful. I think it's very true, and saying no to some places or some people or some industries which are fucking the world up is very powerful. It sends a message that you can fuck with them."

Don't get the wrong idea, though. Måneskin aren't going to be turning into Rage Against The Machine any time soon.

"It's not about actual politics," clarifies Vic about the band's decision to not play in Russia. "It's about humanity. When we stand up for Ukraine, we're not discussing strategies or NATO, we're just saying that it's fucking inhuman to kill innocent →

people and invade a country like that. And I think some people really disagree with us saying that, but I think it's really quite stupid, honestly. What we're saying is just a matter of human rights and respecting other people- not having a fucking war going on and just invading and killing loads of innocents. And we like to stand (against) all the other injustices, like racism. homophobia, and misogyny. We don't think it's right for anyone to discriminate others or disrespect others."

It's here where the distance between Måneskin the band and Måneskin the people both starts to blur and become more distinct. Like the vast majority of musicians, their songs are just one part of their personalities and lives, not all of it however much that's mistaken to be the case. They look the part, and they act the part, but that doesn't necessarily mean that's entirely who they are. They're not just a rock'n'roll band, even if they are a very good one. They're much more than that.

"I do think that people got us a bit mistaken because we are a rock band." admits Damiano. "They make the immediate connection between rock'n'roll and the super savage lifestyle. There is that part, of course. Like, Vic and Tom love partying, but they're of course responsible and don't do drugs. I hate partying and I won't go to a party unless it's with my super-close friends. But we haven't had the time to show ourselves in 360. Maybe we're not even ready for that. People are very complex and complicated, so it's hard to show everything about you just through interviews and social media and onstage."

"It's part of who we are, of course," adds Victoria. "We can't show every side of ourselves. Some things we like to keep private. Our friends and the people who are with us know, but it's not like we're faking anything. Of course we behave differently if we're at a friendly dinner or we're onstage, but that's normal."

Måneskin's journey to these great heights might, from a distance, look like a whirlwind ascent to rock stardom, but really they've just been putting in the work from the very first day. Now they're ready to get to the next phase of their career. Although they're guarded about specifics, they've been in LA working on a new album with, among other people, famed Swedish producer and hitmaker Max Martin, where they say they've recorded "probably 50" songs for their next record. It is, truly, the stuff of dreams - except these are dreams that keep coming true, and look set to continue to do so for a long while yet.

"We always thought we could actually make it," says Damiano, self-assured, but not arrogant. "Everything that is happening now makes us super happy and super proud, but we're also not starstruck by it, because we fucking worked our asses off to get here. We deserve it and we know how to keep it and we know what we want to do. But we also know it's not something that happens every day. We know that this is our train and we've been smart enough and lucky enough to jump on it, but since we're already on it, we want to chill and enjoy the trip without thinking, 'Where are we going to get to?' Because we don't really give a shit. We're just having fun, and things are getting even better."

Still, don't rule out that, next time, maybe Måneskin will be the ones with the fenced-off complex inside the fenced-off complex. And you can bet your life already there'll be plenty more people in attendance shedding those 'pro fan' tears during a moment they'll never forget.

Måneskin will release a new single this autumn. The band play The 02 on May 8, 2023 - see the gig guide

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Introduction: I used to do a thing back in LiveJournal days called "The Patti Report", about Ghost of the Robot shows and James Marsters appearances. I stopped because I started getting negative pushback that I was bragging (I wasn't, or at least, didnt mean to; I wrote them for people who weren't able to be there to get a taste; I even held back things so it wouldn't look that way. Ah jealousy!), and others were taking my words and twisting them out of context to read negatively and I was NOT having that. It became not worth it. I'm kinda reviving TPR for a friend who requested it, but about the show I saw last night. Here goes:

The Patti Report

Louis Tomlinson "Faith in the Future World Tour" at MGM Music Hall, Boston, MA

July 25, 2023

So, I went to see Louis Tomlinson, late of 1Direction, now solo-touring with his "Faith in the Future World Tour" show, promoting his solo album, delayed 2 years because of COVID19.

It started with me nearly not making it at all. I had flown across country for another show (added much later than my Louis tickets) the previous day with no issues and plenty of time. (I should be in an ad--or maybe a record book--flying across country and back to make 2 concerts in 2 days!😅) The return was tight, I knew, but had it been on time, would have left me just enough time to get to the venue, maybe even to my car to drop my bag and back (which thankfully the venue had a coatcheck! Thank you MGM Music Hall!) But, I was flying Spirit Airlines (note, for the frist, and hopefully, the last time! Spirit Airlines deserves every bit of the ragging they get!), so they were late leaving, and because of that, we got stuck on the tarmac on arrival for almost 45 minutes, complete with screaming baby the whole time. The cumulative effect was that the show had already started before I even got off the plane. I paid dearly for a cab and got there, thankfully, just as the opening act was finishing their set. Which I didn't know was happening, thank goodness for them, and sorry I missed them! I was massively stressed out and exhausted by the time I got there.

I admit up front that I was not a fan of Louis Tomlinson nor of 1D--not against them, just not interested in most current music, mainly because of bad tinnitus that makes music hard to listen to, and because of a lack of music I find palatable... I'm old, OK?!😅 and picky--last music genres I got into were Alt Rock and Grunge! So, that rather describes my most recent musical tastes, which is not Louis, LOL! I went for a friend who couldn't go herself. What I found there was a very pleasant surprise.

I hadn't listened to much of his music, see above for why. So, I was unfamiliar with any of it and him for the most part. I had gone to see Harry Styles' "Love on Tour" back in 2021, another ex-1D member I'd had no prior interest in until my friend introduced them to me. I was only barely a little more familiar with Harry's music, but as with Louis, I went for my friend to see him, too. I can't help but compare the two ex-bandmates from my limited experience of them, but I also want to get into how I experienced Louis individually. So, here are my observations:

First, Louis and Harry are *very* different! Different styles, energies, personas, all of it. Almost night and day different. I had expected a little more "Harry-ness" (as I think of it, the whole rock-star persona/performance) given their joint past of "teething" as a corporate-formed boy band from a TV show contest. But none appeared. Despite their time as part of the same band, they are very different as solo artists. Where Harry's is a very big, polished show, Louis's is intimate, raw and very 'present'.

I decided that Louis is a modern version of a classic "crooner". He sings heartfelt songs (not that Harry doesn't, just very differently, and less of them.) He sings them with little fanfare or theatrics, just a man and a mike which he sometimes removes fom the stand to walk across the stage. (Aside: He seemed to favor stage right over stage left, even beginning the encore on that side, which made me wonder if there was someone, or something special going on, over there.😆)

With Harry, you get a whole show--dancing, theatrics, showy outfits, and lots of Harry-the-rock-star persona. Not so with Louis. No dance moves or showy showmanship, no costumes, just singing. It's all about the music with Louis; not putting on a show, but just singing from the heart. Which isn't a bad thing, not at all, just a different thing.

Louis wore black. Black jeans, black sneakers without the usual ugly, gigantic soles of most running shoes (hallelujah!), and a very cool black t-shirt with a stylized face on it. Given some of his stagewear choices (extremely rumpled tan shorts,really?😆) I gave this choice a huge thumbs-up!

I have no idea of the names of the songs, so no setlist, sorry. Sadly, because I enjoyed a couple of them especially, and would like to hear them again when the crowd isn't drowning him out (the tinnitus. From being too close to stages in my youth, let me be a cautionary tale!). I'll have to do some digging, and hope I can find them. NOTE: Since writing this, I have discovered it's "Written All Over Your Face" and apparently I am far from alone in its affect!🤣

I'll admit I'm not into tenors, preferring baritone male voices like Harry's. Louis has a way more than passable voice, but maybe because it was a second night? he sounded a little strained, hit a few flats, and let the audience do a lot of the singing, which they were more than happy to do at ear-splitting volume, LOL! All that minor stuff aside, the show was really enjoyable, way more than I expected, going in (sort of) blind as I did. The upbeat songs were perky and made me want to move (I was too exhausted to actually get up and dance, though, LOL); the slower songs were sung with a ton of heart. I was thoroughly engaged and engrossed. (continues below photos)

I had known Louis likes going walkies, and that he has a stage set-up that allows him to step down into the crowd, which I was looking for, and which he did near the end of the show (maybe in case his clothes got ripped? It has happened!) The crowd was well-behaved, it appeared from my seat; didn't maul him or at least, didn't rip his cool shirt, just touched and adored, which Louis eats up, it was obvious! The other amusement (to me) was someone threw a kid's ball on stage, which the soccer-loving Louis couldn't stop kicking, LOL!

The backdrops were 5 drop-screens that alternately showed the band, Louis, and very cool, sometimes psychedelic graphics. Later those were exchanged for what appeared to be drapes with lighting embedded in them. The overall lighting scheme was either red or blue dominant about 75% of the show, depending on the song (faster vs slower, respectively, or maybe based on lyrical content.) Red steamers came down near the end of the show. There was a brief break--all annouced rather than pretending to wait for the audience to go hoarse screaming for an encore the artists will do anyway--before a 4-song encore. One small negative note: he never introduced his band individually, which every other solo artist I've ever seen does.

I was so into it, but also so tired from a long 2 days, that I didn't check to see how long it was, but I'd guess about 1.5 hours. And, because of the unknown and his being a tenor, I was just a little surprised that I enjoyed every note of it as much as I did. I highly recommend his show even if you don't know his songs, it's just that infectious! The earlier stresses just melted away in the joy of the music and shared experience, and I went home energized enough for that 2+ hour midnight drive despite my earlier exhaustion. Thanks, Louis and company, for a lovely evening after the nightmare of getting there!

Peace,

PattiB

#louistomlinson #faithinthefutureworldtour

#faith in the future #louis tomlinson

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anthonyjlockwood · 2 years

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god i hate to be an enabler but i think “how long? for how long have you been bottling this up?” and “do you know what you’ve done” gives very bobby and anyone vibes 👀

thank you for enabling me 😘 let's pretend this didn't take me over a month to write though <333

also i changed around some of the wording in the dialogue but the vibe is the same okay??

For what has to be the hundredth time that evening, Bobby Shaw stares at the rainbow reflective lights glistening off the C.D. that’s spinning in the player. As the spectrum of colors blurs together, he slams down the lid and clicks it shut, shoving the C.D. player back towards the wall.

This has been his nightly routine for weeks. He can hear Luke’s voice almost as clearly in his head as he can hear it now, singing his inspiring lyrics about taking the future with both hands and making it his own. Our music’s a part of us.

Knowing Luke for as long as he has – had – Bobby knows this to be true. Sunset Curve’s music is a part of Luke the same way that the terrible stick-and-poke sunset tattoo is now a part of Bobby. It’s faded now, much more so than the night Reggie needled it into his forearm, but sometimes it stings just as much as it had when it was fresh. Both are permanent marks on their respective boys’ souls. (Even though Luke had refused to let Reggie anywhere near him with a needle, Bobby supposes music was an even more permanent part of his best friend. He lived and breathed it, and now that his heart is silent, he lives on through it. It might not have been what Luke wanted, but as long as the C.D. is in Bobby’s possession, Luke is alive somehow.)

Hearing Luke’s voice night after night is one way to keep him around. But tonight, Bobby is playing the Sunset Curve C.D. on repeat for more than just memory’s sake.

To the left of the C.D. player, old and dusty with a cracked spine, the book on supernatural beings sits open to its only bookmarked page. Chapter Twenty One: How To Summon A Spirit.

Sunset Curve’s music is a part of Luke’s soul. And if Bobby plays the C.D. enough, his friend will come back.

Those words have been playing on a loop in his head, ever since the night he awoke with them echoing in his ears, shaking and sweaty from his latest nightmare. His friends had visited his dreams before then, of course. But Luke, always the one with the big ideas, had suggested it: Hey, Bobs, what if you could bring us back somehow? And Alex, the one with the plans – however unwillingly they were sometimes given – had supplied, What do you want him to do, dude? Play our C.D. over and over again until our ghosts come out?

He’d said it like he says most things: sarcastically, with one eyebrow climbing up to meet his hairline. But the words left their mark on Bobby; unlike most dreams, which gradually fade away with consciousness, this one stayed. And Bobby chooses to believe that it’s because this time, Luke’s idea was a good one. This time, Alex’s sarcastic comment was a legitimate answer. A way to quell the throbbing longing in Bobby’s chest.

A way to make it up to his friends for letting them die.

They could come back.

(The therapist his parents are paying hundreds of dollars a week for would probably disagree. Bobby would know, if he was thinking logically, that death is permanent. There’s no way for his friends to come back. He’s messed things up beyond repair. Ruined his friends’ futures and any chance his band had of becoming legends. It’s all his fault, and Bobby knows nothing he could ever do will make up for it. But still… he has to try.)

He just has to talk to his friends one more time. If they can’t really have the future Bobby stole right out from under them, he at least needs to be able to apologize. The one apology he tried, in the form of hurling himself through the line of police officers next to Sam and Ella’s Oldsmobile, hadn’t sufficed. The police had called paramedics over to drag him kicking and screaming away from the car, and he hadn’t gotten to have a poisoned hot dog of his own. And now, even though it shouldn’t, the sight of them turns his stomach; they’re so repellant that most days, Bobby can’t even look at a picture of one. He knows he’s a wimp. He knows he should just find some way to join them, some food that’ll do the job. But he can’t. So he plays the C.D., hoping that eventually he’ll be able to make up for his mistakes in a different, albeit less satisfactory, way.

There’s one big problem with his plan, though.

Suddenly, quiet knocks echo through the garage, and Bobby’s roommate – one of them, at least; the one who’d been super adamant not to leave him alone after everything had happened. The one who’d made Bobby rent a house with her and her longtime boyfriend. The one who still sometimes looks at him like he’s broken, like she is right now – steps inside slowly, her eyes bouncing between the C.D. player, the book, and Bobby’s most-likely bloodshot eyes.

“Bobby?” Rose murmurs, careful not to startle him.

Bobby’s eyes widen like a deer standing in the path of an oncoming tractor trailer, and the blood drains from his veins. He stiffens up, and his eyes dart past Rose to the door she stands in front of. There are probably about six or seven steps between them; if he could just get his limbs to move, he could go, just like Rose probably wants him to. She hates when he sits in here like this. And Bobby doesn’t want a lecture.

“I just got home from work,” she continues from the doorway. She doesn’t move closer, and for that Bobby is grateful. “Ray said you never came in for dinner.” She takes a deep breath and gets straight to the point – something Bobby admires about her. Something they even used to have in common, before most of what made Bobby Bobby died and left him alone, floundering and completely unsure of who he was. “You listening to music?”

They’ve had this fight before. Rose doesn’t know why, exactly, but she knows Bobby spends far too much time on the dingy garage floor, listening to the demo C.D. over and over and over again. She thinks he needs to get out more; see the sun, meet some new people. She doesn’t want him sitting here drowning in his grief – but drowning is the least Bobby deserves. Rose disagrees, doesn’t blame him, but she also doesn’t know. Before the Orpheum, Rose had never even met Bobby. She never knew the band. Never realized the lengths Bobby would always go to to protect his friends. She didn’t see that what happened before the Orpheum was his biggest failure yet. Luke was the glue that held their popsicle-stick house of a band together, but Bobby was the careful crafter assembling it, making sure that everything stayed in place. That no sticks broke or no stray wood pieces peeled off, frayed, or separated.

Luke had put their puzzle together in the beginning, and Bobby’s job was to frame it and make sure the pieces stayed in place. To display it proudly and make sure nothing ever got damaged.

He failed.

Sunset Curve is gone.

Rose is still staring at him, waiting for a response, but Bobby doesn’t give her one. He no longer cares if she has a front-row seat to his next failure; if he really can’t bring the boys back, and she says I told you so, it won’t be anything Bobby hasn’t heard before. It won’t sting, because Bobby’s entire being is already aching with a pain ten times worse.

He reaches over and hits ‘play’ again, and Luke’s voice rings out through the garage once more.

Take off, last stop, count down ‘til we blast open the top… face-first, full charge, electric hammer to the –

The music cuts off unexpectedly; Bobby jumps and whips his head back around from where it was facing the wall to find Rose, finger still on the ‘stop’ button.

“Enough, Bobby,” she says, her voice sharpening like the dagger she’s about to use to stab Bobby in the back. He knows she isn’t okay with what he does to grieve, knows that she doesn’t really understand it, but Bobby always thought that she would be there to support him.

“You need to stop. This isn’t going to bring them back.” “You don’t get it.” “You can’t keep drowning in misery!” Rose cries. “You still have a life. You have people that care about you. You can’t spend hours upon hours in here, living in the past. I get that you miss them. Missing people is one of the hardest things in the world. But Bobby…”

He finally meets her eyes, and they’re glistening; her cheeks are flushed, and her teeth are clamped down on her bottom lip, holding back tears she’s refusing to let fall. “I’m worried about you. You can’t live like this. It’s time to put the C.D. player away.”

“Put it… away?” The anger prickles his skin and rolls through him slowly, like a tsunami wave pulling back, about to strike a delicate sand castle on a beach. He feels it boiling, bubbling through him, starting at his head, heating up his face, tingling through his neck, clenching up his jaw and his fists as he trembles, trying to shove it back down.

But Rose, stubborn as ever, doesn’t take back her words. She doesn’t even look sorry she said them. Her face has hardened, her confidence restored by finally getting out the words she’s held back for who knows how long. She doesn’t even seem to notice the tsunami; the floodgates have been opened, and she continues speaking, ready to get her thoughts out now and deal with the fallout later.

(Another thing they have in common, but Bobby has to admit he likes it much better the other way around. When he’s not the one that has to respond.)

“You’re never going to heal if you keep listening to it. Or if you keep looking at it, or touching it, or acknowledging it!” Rose snaps. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ve tried to be supportive. But you’re giving me nothing; you’re not even trying to get back to your life! It’s been months. Your friends are gone, and it’s sad – it’s a tragedy, Bobby. But tragedies happen every day, and life doesn’t care. The world doesn’t care. You need to move on anyway. No one said it wasn’t hard. No one said it’s something that you should want for yourself. But you need to do it anyway! You need to wake up.

“You need to find the strength and courage within yourself. Because no one’s going to be able to do it for you. Your friends – your band – they’ll always be with you. A part of you. But you have to use their memory to make something new! You can’t just wallow in this garage.

“Ray and I thought that renting this new house, having you move here, would help. That a change of scenery would be… a fresh start, yeah?” Rose’s voice trembles, and she takes a sharp breath, trying to refocus. Trying to move towards a solution. What she and Ray think that Bobby should do now.

Because God forbid Bobby makes any sort of decision by himself. He hears Rose on the phone with his parents, who pretend to care but stay just far enough away so they don’t have to really deal with it. Who gave Rose their credit card number to pay for Bobby’s therapy, who call for monthly updates. Who basically left Bobby at Rose’s doorstep like an abandoned puppy who got too difficult to care for. And Bobby feels for her, he really does. He just can’t bring himself to care. He’s got other things on his mind right now; namely, the fact that he has to keep waking up day after day when his friends are dead. How he’s expected to live when he no longer feels alive.

“But it doesn’t… it’s not working. And I think – Ray and I think… and your parents think – that more of it has to come from you.

“So, I’m sorry, Bobby, but yeah,” she finishes, finally, her last words pouring salt into the wound she’s been steadily opening up. “You need to get rid of this stuff. I’m gonna keep it for a while.”

She reaches over and picks up the C.D. player with Sunset Curve’s demo still inside.

“Wait!” Before Bobby even realizes what’s happening, he’s lunging forward, the only thought in his mind that he needs to get the C.D. back. Nothing else matters but the C.D. He can deal with Rose’s anger later, once Sunset Curve’s legacy is safely in his hands. He’ll even stop playing it around her. He’ll wait until she goes out. The most important thing is that he knows where the C.D. is at all times.

It’s all he has left of his friends. Of the future that crumbled away to nothing, like the sand castle washed away by the tsunami wave.

“You can’t take them.” “Them?” Rose whispers. “Bobby… they’re already gone.”

“Please,” Bobby grips the C.D. player with both hands, using every bit of energy he has to try to yank it away. “Don’t take them. Give them back.” “This C.D. isn’t them, Bobby.”

The tears Rose has been holding back finally start to fall, but Bobby doesn’t care. “Do you even realize what you’re doing?”

“I think you’re the one who doesn’t realize,” Rose says. “I’m trying to help you.”

“How long’ve you been holding this back?” Bobby spits. “Bottling all this up – avoiding telling me how you really feel? Shit, Rose, I knew my friends didn’t mean anything to you, but I thought that maybe I did.”

“You do!” she insists. “You’re grieving. And you need help, but you also need to do things for yourself. Realizing that you need to let them go is one of those things.”

“If you take that C.D. away from me I’ll never speak to you again.”

His words crack out of his mouth like a whip, and Rose jumps back in surprise. She stares at him for a moment, waiting for him to back down, but he doesn’t. He can’t.

Bobby sees the exact moment the fight drains out of her. The exact moment she stops caring – but as she clicks open the C.D. player and tosses the demo at his feet, he can’t bring himself to care.

Rose recovers quickly, rolling back her shoulders as she adjusts the now-empty C.D. player in her grasp.

“You would have, Bobby. Because you have nothing else. You won’t let yourself have anything else.”

With that, she walks out of the garage, taking the C.D. player – the only way Bobby has to hear his friends’ voices – with her.

It feels like hours pass before Bobby’s able to move again. And the pain, he finds, once he starts to move his limbs, has been replaced with numbness. A new insensitivity left behind after all the care, all the stakes, have been burned out of him. He has nothing left to lose. His friends are gone. Rose is, for the moment at least, gone. He knows she’s right; that eventually, he’ll end up groveling at her feet for forgiveness, because he’s too weak to face the world on his own. Rose built him back up – or, at least, tried to – after the worst night of his life and he’s still depending on her to keep him afloat.

That doesn’t mean he has to be okay with it. For tonight, at least.

Tonight’s mission is to make sure Sunset Curve’s music lives on. If it can’t be through the C.D., it’ll have to just be through him. It’s not ideal; the thought of playing their music again sends a sharp shooting pain through his chest, but nothing about this situation up until now has been his choice. He won’t let Rose take Sunset Curve away.

He’ll figure out a way to get their music out into the world.

Your friends are gone, Bobby. You have nothing else.

He has their music. He has their hopes and their dreams. He has resentment, for Rose and for himself and actually, maybe also for them. Because they died and left Bobby with this mess.

But all Bobby knows is that he needs to listen to the demo again. Rose didn’t take it away yet.

He wipes off the C.D. on his t-shirt and gently replaces it in its case. Then, he thinks about how he could keep his friends’ memories alive without letting Rose – or anyone else, for that matter; people would judge, they’d be just like Rose, they wouldn't understand – know about it.

He thinks about all the people getting ready to hear their songs at the Orpheum. Fans, friends, record execs.

Then he takes a deep, shaky breath, and walks out of the garage.

He has plans to make.

#julie and the phantoms #julie & the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfiction #jatp fanfic #bobby shaw #rose molina #shelly's fics

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findingmypeace · 2 years

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7/10/2022

I will make a post on here but it’s going to be about something I normally don’t talk about on here. My blog is usually about my mental health rather than my hobbies. There is one interest that when I talk about it people tell me my face lights up.

Way back when I was 10yrs old I joined a choir. It instantly became something I was passionate about. I continued to sing in choirs until my late 20′s. I never missed a year. Around that time I had gotten pretty burned out. I was tired of attending rehearsals. I would say what contributed most to my sense of burnout was my depression. I wanted to stay at home and do nothing rather than go to rehearsal.

Well, here we are 12-13 yrs later and I’m looking to join a community choir. I just can’t seem to find one that works with my schedule. Of the two choirs that I know of one doesn’t exist anymore and the other has rehearsals at the same time I have a staff meeting for work. So I am continuing to explore my options.

So this is where I’m going to geek out on my love for music. This is where it becomes obvious that it is something I’m passionate about.

This will be me really showing my age. My high school years were late 90′s, early 2000′s. I graduated high school class of 2001. My freshman year of high school a new boy band made their debut. Backstreet Boys. I was never a ultra fanatic but I liked their music. My sophomore year a song came out called “I want it that way”. At the time I loved that song. My junior year of high school of high school my school had a men’s show choir, women’s show choir, and then we would come together for a concert choir. The men’s show choir sang “I want it that way”. All this to say that song has sentimental memories.

It may have become a super cheesy song that people joke about but recently I started listening to it again. Again, this is where I’m going to geek out. Music is so special. There is so much to this song that everyone overlooks because it’s the small details. I LOVE when the harmony is the higher notes rather than the lower notes. I sang 1st Soprano the entire time I was in choir. 1st Soprano usually has the melody. Very rarely do we have the harmony. But this song, in certain places, has the upper range as the harmony. Also, I think when I start singing in a choir again I think might try singing 2nd Soprano. My voice is naturally in the upper range so I don’t think I could sing alto but I would love to try singing the harmony for a change and 2nd Soprano is usually part of that. It might be hard to sing 2nd Soprano because it’s not the melody and my brain automatically goes to the melody because that’s what I’ve done my whole life. But I’m up for the challenge.

Back to “I want it that way”. Another part of the song I really like is how they form the words to the song. The sound of each word can be different depending on the way you form your mouth to project the word. The way the Backstreet Boys form their words is beautful! I love the way it sounds. (Again, I know it’s a cheesy song. I don’t care!) And there are other things I like about the song that are just because I like how it sounds (ie: the instruments they use and the way it goes from note to note).

To be completely honest I think of a lot of pop songs like this. There’s a part in a Demi Lovato song (Give your heart a break-the second verse) where there is a piano playing in the background. It’s the only part in the whole song that has that and it sounds so beautiful.

So as you can see music is something I’m very passionate about. I like the little details. I can’t wait until I can start singing again. I didn’t even think about joining a choir until LS suggested last summer. She’s known me long enough to know this is a part of who I am. I really hope I can find a local choir that fits my schedule.

#personal #music #choir #passion #hobby

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jaybirds-chirps · 2 years

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So, religious trauma, huh? Almost 900 words of it. Sorry.

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Being raised Christian puts things into perspective. I learned how to fake a smile and put up a persona through the battlegrounds of minister meetings. I learned to be grateful, to say please and thank you, through the pain of missionary testimonials. I learned how to look unassuming when forced to dress up and go out three times a week. I learned how to act when put on display in front of the church. I learned what was expected of me.

Eventually these expectations became second nature. I would step through the doors of the church and my carefully crafted mask is up, ready for action. Smile and greet those around you, shake hands with the men, hug the elders. Sit when told, stand any other time. Clap when the preachers voice gets growling and loud. Stand for prayer. Be quiet. Know your place. Know your role.

As I got older, however, cracks formed in the mask. See, this mask was not only hiding me from the people, but it was also hiding me from the lies. The hypocrisy. The beliefs that made no sense.

Yes, you must pay a tax to your God, he gave you that money now give it back! Pray before you eat, he gave you that food- no matter if you worked your ass off for the money to buy said food- thank him for it! Give your entire being to this god you've never seen or heard from before! He created you. Be grateful.

Love thy neighbor, unless they are gay. Unless they have different beliefs. Unless they havent figured out their mask yet. Unless they see through your lies.

Haven't you ever noticed that their sermons are just spoken argumentative essays? They follow the format of a elementary school teacher showing you how to write for the first time. Hook your readers in the beginning- tell a story related to your topic- have the counter arguemnt- the Bible has all the made-up stories you need to find that peice- have a call to action- come to the front and sob your heart out while chasing this ghost they say you want to posses you.

Follow the crowd. They call us sheep, might as well take it literally. Mask up, smile on. Hope they don't see past it.

They start us early. Indoctrinate you as a child with fun TV shows and songs. Dedicate your existence to this God before your a year old. Put you on display singing cutesy songs for the whole world to see. Shame you if you don't want to do it.

They hide us from the real world. Yes, we are sent to schools but we can't connect to the other kids. I don't know the names of the bands they like or the games they're playing. I can't read those books mom said they are about witchcraft. Mom said I can't watch this movie it has a cussword in it. No, I dont know what that is.

Isolation, like a toxic romantic relationship. Textbook, really. Its what they warn us about in health when we're 15, but by then it's too late. Your already so far into this lie that you can't see the cracks in the system. You believe that everyone grows up on stories of David and Moses instead of Ariel and Snow White.

We must look different, act different, be different than those around us. Spread the gospel to everyone you know but make yourself as different as possible so they don't believe you. They don't listen. The world will see your sneers at women in pants and boys with longer hair and run the other way. Love thy neighbor, until they're different.

What about your children? Those that you've forced into this before they could walk? That you publicly dedicated to this God? What will you do when they decide they've had enough? That they don't believe in this hypocrisy that you've raised them in? What happens when their mask cracks? Will you still love them? Care for them? If they stray from your carefully crafted rituals they had to learn to navigate on their own will you shun them?

Those expectations that have become second nature, they feel like minefields now. Your child left that closet a year ago but to you? They're normal. To them, this sanctuary is a battlefield and they are on enemy grounds. Every word is carefully thought out, every action planned. Would I have done this before I figured it out? Am I acting different?

Your desperate belief in a higher power, it may give you comfort, but your child? How many sleepless nights have they spent wishing you were different? Have you heard their late-night tears when they beg your God to change them? Have you heard the desperate prayers in the hopes those attractions- the ones you told them were sinful, were gonna send them to hell- would go away?

Your religion is not our religion. I do not believe in your god. Do not make me force myself into this mold anymore. I will not do it, not even for you.

But please, please still love me when the mask is gone.

#ramble #christianity #religion #trauma #this is just a big trauma dump im sorry #writing #i hope yall are okay

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shyanshippingsociety · 3 years

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Hello, I was wondering if you guys could find some fics where the boys slowly transition their relationship from friendship to love. The details, the subtleties.. just an all round warm and love filled fic. Thank you 😭

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♦️ Three Days Until Dawn by chapscher | M, 54K, complete

Once every fifty years, Shane has three days to live as a human before the curse he is under changes him back into a ghostlike spirit. Shane devotes his time to figuring out his own mystery: who cursed him, why, and, most importantly, how he can finally break free. It just so happens that this year he has a visitor with him in the old house - a man who also is searching for answers to unsolved mysteries.

♦️ we could be lovers - would you lie with me? by idkspookystuff | E, 11K, complete

Maybe it starts with Ryan coming out. Maybe it starts when they sign the final paperwork to make their crazy idea a company. Maybe it starts way back in 2016, when a fresh faced intern asks Shane to help him out with his crazy ghost show.

It doesn’t matter, because regardless of how it starts, this is how Shane becomes aware of it.

shane learns he and ryan are dating and it turns his entire life upside down.

we'll build new traditions in place of the old by LexTheMoose | E, 11K, complete

A series of domestic traditions Ryan and Shane has been doing after two years of spending December together, but this year, it feels different for them both.

♦️ Why Don't You Get Up and Make Me? by Golden4278 | E, 33K, complete

A woman’s body is found at the bottom of a staircase with multiple blows to the head. Her husband was the only witness. Straightforward murder case, right? Prosecutor Shane Madej thinks so. Maybe it’s not so simple. Ryan Bergara is a defense attorney seeking redemption after a recent fall from grace. He knows his client is innocent, but how far is he willing to go to prove it? Can Shane protect Ryan from the truth while maintaining his professionalism? And can the two rivals keep their hands off each other in the process?

♦️ stay the night with the sinners by bodhirookes | E, 85K, complete

“Enjoy recess?”

Ryan doesn’t recoil, even as his stomach does. “Yes.”

Shane Madej doesn’t back down at the cold, one-worded answer. On the contrary, it makes his grin widen until Ryan can see every single one of his big, pointed teeth.

“I’m sure the City of Angels really does it for you, Bergmeister. Lots of innocent, impressionable souls. It’s like an all-you-can-eat buffet out there.”

“Sounds like it’s more your speed. And don’t call me that—I’ll light you up with Holy Fire before you even have the time to take it back.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Shane cooes, stooping closer. Ryan hates him, hates the icy-hot cavity that forms in his gut at the sight of his unruly hair and his black, black eyes. “L.A.’s big enough for the both of us, sweetheart. We can share.”

Or, Steven Lim, an angel, and Andrew Ilnyckyj, a demon, flee Heaven and Hell to be together, and Ryan Bergara, an angel, is forced to serve on the jury for their trial. He hates every single second of it, and Shane Madej, one of the oldest Greater demons around, is constantly there to remind him why Heaven and Hell should never be allowed to fraternize.

all the songs i sing (i wrote for you) by prettyboyrollins | M, 72K, complete

Ryan's job is driving him up a wall, so he finds a local dive bar to take his mind off how much it sucks.

He expects to find decent beer. What he doesn't expect to find is good company, and a band that just might change his life.

♦️ i'm yours (at least for a little while) by tanabubbles | M, 11K, complete

“Ryan,” Shane breathed, breaking the kiss.

Ryan wiped his mouth. “Y-yeah?”

“I think-” he hesitated, as if unsure about what he was going to say. “-We should stop practice here.”

Ryan swallowed hard. He didn’t want to agree. “Yeah,” he said quietly. He had to ask, though. “That-” he attempted, “-That was some pretty intense practice, buddy.”

Shane laughed uncomfortably, sinking back into his original spot on the sofa. “We’ll fool them, alright.”

Maybe they could fool themselves in the process.

Or,

Shane and Ryan found out there was an office bet going around. They take matters into their own hands.

Paper Wings by HydraNoMago | G, 12K, complete

“And please don’t call me Master Bergara, it’s so formal it makes me want to regurgitate whatever is left in my stomach.” With another easy smile, and his voice lowered, “Call me Ryan.”

Shane grinned back at him and clasped his hand, his heart missing a beat at the contact. “Shane,” he replied, and gave their joined hands a firm shake. “Shane Madej.”

Shane is a tutor in the Bergara household, who thinks he has found his place in the world; until he meets one Ryan Bergara.

Someone to Stay by carrieonfighting | T, 12K, complete

Ryan can't sleep at night, and Shane is an enigma

Where Every Wish Comes True (and you would be there too) by velarisstars | T, 31K, complete

It was completely normal to fly across the country with your best friend to celebrate Christmas with their family, right? At least, that's what Ryan kept telling himself everyday leading up to said trip with Shane. Everything would be fine. Normal. A simple vacation with Shane and his family in Chicago.

Until they get lost in feelings and everything begins to feel . . . not quite normal.

♦️ may your days be merry and bright by bodhirookes | G, 19K, complete

“Your turn, Ry Ry.”

Ryan looks down to find only one piece of paper remaining. “Wow, so much selection to choose from.”

“No time for your negativity, Scrooge. Your Secret Santa deserves a better attitude.”

Ryan sticks his tongue out, but takes the slip of paper. He’s loudly yelling Give me Jen, please please please give me Jen as he unfolds it, but he’s too busy begging for her to be truly prepared for what he ends up getting:

A simple but damning SHANE in Andrew’s scribbly handwriting.

Or, Ryan gets Shane for Secret Santa and has a subsequent breakdown about what to get him

♦️ Tucked In by RedLlamas | E, 16K, complete

When Shane's apartment complex is set to get fumigated, he asks Ryan if he can stay over, and receives an enthusiastic "yes!"

He doesn't expect Ryan to set him up in his own bed, but hey, choosers can't be beggars. It's not like it's gonna spark anything between them.

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kissmeawake · 2 years

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The Misfortunes of Shadow Boy

Summary: Fletcher Blackwood knows that he is still in there, somewhere. And that is all he needs.

Pairing: Noah Marshall x MC

Word count: 586

TW: Cursing

Notes: ILW has reignited my undying love for my MC and Noah, so here you go!

The others do not understand, but Fletcher knows.

He knows that the person Noah Marshall once was is still in there, somewhere, beneath swirling shadows and behind eerily glowing eyes. He knows, knows with his whole heart, that if he could somehow just grip all that darkness and rip it away, like a dark costume or a billowing cloak, he would see him standing there, beanie covering his hair, some strands falling loosely in his eyes, hands buried in the pockets of his jeans, probably a grin and a sarcastic comment on his lips.

“He is gone, Fletcher”, Stacy always says. “And good riddance”.

“Don´t say that”.

The anger growing deep down in his stomach at those words is almost uncontrollable, more monstrous than most of the things he has met in that godforsaken forest and not nearly so easy to kill. But he tries to anyway, because he knows what Stacy and the others have been through, what they have all been through, and that they only want what is best for him, although it is not what they think it is.

And anyway, they do not know what they are talking about, they do not know him like he does.

They do not visit him every day, trudging through the forest when the sun is setting, the red and orange light falling through the leaves and painting the ground, calling Noah´s name until the undergrowth rustles and a light breeze blows through the trees.

“Friend?”.

“Yes, Noah, friend”.

They do not know that one run-down room in Redfield´s house, where Noah keeps memorandos Fletcher has brought him, pictures of Jane and him, their young faces glowing with happiness, pictures of him and Noah from the old photobooth in the town´s tiny cinema, his favourite records.

They do not sit in that room for hours, playing cards and talking or at least trying to.

“You remember Jocelyn?”.

“Jocelyn? Bad…”.

“Nah, she´s actually kinda cool now”.

“…Friend?”.

“She´s started giving me nicknames, so yeah, I guess”.

“Nicknames?“.

“Yeah, she calls me Shadow Boy“.

They do not see the look on his face when they listen to one of his favourite bands, do not hear the giggles escaping him when Fletcher starts singing at the top of his lungs, jumping around.

No, they do not know him like he does.

But of course, it is not enough, it is never enough, because Fletcher wants him back. He wants him back so badly that his heart aches, so badly that he sometimes dreams of the moment the shadows finally, finally evaporate like mist to reveal his pale face. He wants to go to the cinema with him, wants to throw his popcorn at him, laughing. He wants to watch Noah cooking with a look of pure concentration on his face, wants to eat whatever he has made and smile, because it is so fucking good. He wants to hold his hand, to kiss him, to feel his hot breath on his skin and hear him whisper his name. He wants him to go to culinary school and be fucking happy, because he deserves that.

God, he wants him back so badly.

The others do not understand, but Fletcher knows.

And so, he ventures deep into that damn forest everyday, leaves crunching and twigs snapping under his feet, unable to stop a smile from forming on his face when he finally sees those blue eyes blinking happily out of the darkness at him.

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issaxcharlie · 3 years

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Someone To You

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Y/N and Luke have been friends for most of their lives and have already spent some time in love, but not knowing how to jump from friends to lovers, they have been stranded in that rare transition for much longer than they should, something that does not go unnoticed neither for them nor for the members of the rock band.

A lot of Luke and Y/N fluff, and a lot of friendship between Y/N and the Sunset Curve boys💖 (oh and my usual nonsense)

Word count: +3k

Songs used: Kiss me by Ed Sheeran and Follow You by Echosmith

Two in the morning and Y/N has been lying on her bed for twenty minutes trying to go back to sleep without any success. She is about to give up and go to get her journal when an unmistakable knock on the window echoes through the room.

She gets up and turns on the lamp before going to open the lock, her best friend entering the room seconds later and closing the window again before turning to her. The second they are face to face, Y/N lunges at him, entwining her legs tightly across his waist, her face buried completely in his neck, letting the familiarity of his body and scent wash over her.

“Oh god, I missed you.” He whispers in a husky voice, putting his hands on her hips and carefully kicking off his vans with his feet, then moving to her bed, dropping her gently on her usual side.

That's when he can see the girl's face with attention, her features slightly illuminated by the night lamp and making clear that she had been awake before he arrived.

“Difficult night eh?” He asks just before pushing his body forward to jump to the other side of the bed, and she lets out a sweet wholehearted laugh when he stumbles at the last second and ends up falling on his belly on her hips. “This was supposed to be way cooler and smoother.”

“I know Lu, maybe try to just walk next time?”

“Y/N, darlin’. Rockstars don’t just walk, we have to do everything with style.” He gets up and lightly kisses her on the cheek before stepping carefully around her to lie down on his side.

“My mistake, Lucas.” She teases with a smirk and he frowns before playfully sticking his tongue out at her. “Now, what happened? Whenever you appear at the window out of nowhere, it’s because you feel overwhelmed."

He analyzes what she said silently. All the times that he has entered through that window passing through his head, as well as all the hugs and cuddles received. All the years, and feelings and memories making him feel blessed to love her. "I guess you are right, you are my safe place." Y/N's face lights up, and she confidently moves closer to give him a soft kiss on the nose. “And you are mine. Now, spill, handsome.”

He smiles at the compliment, and makes an exaggerated wink that makes her snort. “My mom made me leave the house almost impossible, I was minutes away to miss the gig. I don't understand why it's so hard for her to understand that this is what I was born to do. If I want to be someone in this life, I have to continue on this path, no matter what. I don't want to die and just vanish, I want to leave a mark. We all want our lives to be great and to be remembered." Luke drops his head against the pillow and covers his eyes with his hands, letting his annoyance out.

“I get you, and you know I will always support you.”

“But…”

“But I just want you to know this. You are someone, Luke. To me, to Reggie, Alex, Bobby, and no matter how much you guys argue, you are someone to your parents. You don't need to connect with everyone to make an impact, just with the people who matter to you.”

He moves his hands behind his head and stares in silence at the ceiling for a few seconds, and then turns to see her with the most charming smile in his repertoire. “Will you come to the Orpheum after we nail the audition?” Anyone would be disconcerted by his attitude, but for Y/N it is a typical Luke Patterson defense mechanism. Whenever he feels like the conversation is getting too heavy or when he just doesn't want to respond, he drastically changes the subject with his best smile to try and distract her.

“Of course I will, It’ll be one of the most important days of your life, I would never miss it. And I would not change you singing in my ear for anything, but there is something so special when you are on stage, it is like being in front of the microphone sets your soul on fire.” She replies with a delighted smile.

"I totally get what you mean. So, you like me to sing you to sleep, huh? C’mere beautiful." He requests before trapping her against him, his calloused fingers quickly finding her hair, stroking it gently as he sings in her ear.

“Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me, and hold me in your arms” He stops for a second to meet her eyes again and give her a light kiss on the forehead, before confidently singing the chorus. “Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love.”

Y/N smiles against his neck before finally falling asleep, the peace Luke always gives her completely invading her and melting her in his arms.

In the morning Y/N snaps her eyes open when she raises her arm to wrap her best friend’s waist and finds the space empty. She sits down and finds a note on her nightstand, Luke's unmistakable handwriting peeking out due to a poorly folded sheet.

“Good morning darlin’, sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, I had to go to the last rehearsal before the auditions. After that we will pick you up to go celebrate <3

PS: you look so hot while you drool my shoulder and the pillows."

-Luke

The girl can't help but blush, and furiously examines the pillow to see if she actually did it, only to find another little note below it.

“Gotcha.” She rolls her eyes and a little laugh escapes her lips.

Today is a ridiculously important day in the lives of the boys, if they manage to be among the 10 chosen for the second part of the contest, they will compete in the legendary Orpheum for the opportunity to land a record deal.

The four of them have been working like crazy even though the situation with their families has been getting worse in recent weeks, none of them have even thought about giving up. Without much to do during her day off, Y/N allows herself to remember the feeling of being in Luke's arms, the conversation she had with Alex and Bobby just a few days before in the back of her head.

“Why are we doing this again?” Alex asks clearly annoyed while Bobby and Y/N laugh, turning to see Luke and Reggie jamming some songs across the sidewalk, in front of one of the hottest clubs in LA.

“Something about making the band better known before auditions.” she reports, as she closes the buttons on Luke's bleached jean jacket she's wearing.

“I understand that, but couldn’t he wait til tomorrow? We practiced all day, I’m tired as fuck.” The blond replies, getting irritated from exhaustion.

Bobby yawns, his eyes getting heavier as he rests his head in Y/N’s shoulder. “Muffin, I swear, your man has infinite energy.”

“He is not my man, Bobs.” She answers as she rests her head on his, ruffling his hair gently.

"Well maybe you should let him know, because he refers to you as his girl all the time." Bobby informs her, raising his head to see her reaction.

“He does?” Even in the dark both boys can see how red her cheeks are, and how the smile on her face grows with each passing second. Bobby decides to take a chance and keep teasing her.

“My girl is so insanely talented, that’s my sweet girl, my girl said this and I thought it was so freaking awesome because I’m hopelessly in love with her.”

“Man, that was so accurate. 10/10.” Alex replies while laughing, they lean in to highfive above her head, and she can't help but blush even more at her friend's words.

“You guys are the worst.” She wrinkled her nose and they both turned to see each other, agreeing silently that now is the moment to ask one of the questions they had wanted to ask her for months.

“Since we met you are in this strange relationship, in which you are both aware that you are in love with each other, but neither of you does anything. What are you waiting for?" Bobby asks, indicating Alex to support him with his eyes.

“Yeah bro after 3 years, it gets kind of old.” He adds, trying to sound cool.

“I guess, we just think it is not the right time. Since you started the band he has worked tirelessly on his career as a musician and that is what I want him to focus on. We both know what is in our hearts and for now that is more than enough.” She blurts out, trying to get her thoughts in order.

“That was so cheesy I want to die.” Alex answers in reflex, and his eyes go wide when he realizes what he said.

“Oh my God, Alex. Go away! I will never open my soul to you again.”

The girl blushes again, a small smile at the corner of her lips as she remembers how after that her friends continued to tease her with Luke and called her Mrs Patterson for the rest of the night, both she and Luke totally embarrassed when they continued to tease them in the truck on the way home. She decides to get out her notebook and try to write a song, which she hadn't done since Luke formed Sunset Curve, and by the time she finished she had just some minutes before the boys arrived.

She managed to get ready in time, but what she found when she opened the door was not what she expected. The face that greeted her was Reggie's and not Luke's as always, and the sad little smile on the bassist's face wasn't normal either.

She instantly hugs him, making soft circles with her fingertips on his iconic leather jacket.

“Don’t worry about me, sunshine, I’m fine. But he needs you.” He takes her hand and walks toward Bobby's old truck, and Y/N is even more confused when she meets his beaming smile as they climb into the back of the vehicle. Alex is smiling too, but he looks clearly anxious, and Luke is nowhere to be found.

"Can someone explain to me what happened? Where is Luke?"

“We did it, muffin!” He embraces her excitedly, his clear happiness reassuring the stressed girl.

“Congrats guys! I’m so proud of you!” He released her and she hugs Reggie with her left arm and with her free one takes Alex's hand, who takes it in his and fondly kisses her knuckles.

“Thank you Y/N, but going back to Luke, we need your help. Things didn't go as smoothly as we expected and how to put it nicely… he lost it.” The blond informs her while anxiously playing with his necklace.

“You are the one who always shows him the way.” Reggie says with a bigger smile this time.

“Okay, start the truck Bobs, my man needs me.” Alex snorts a laugh and Bobby fulfills her request after smiling teasingly at her.

“You told Bobby he wasn’t your man.” Alex remarked with a smirk, turning his head toward the back seat to look into her eyes.

“And you told the boy at the club that you didn't know Reggie so you wouldn't have to give him his number. What's your point?” She answered swiftly with a mirrored smirk.

The drummer tries to counter attack but fails miserably, instead whispers a “...Well played.” and looks back to the front of the road.

“Was he cute?” Reg asks with genuine curiosity, and they all debate whether the boy was Reggie’s type or not on the way to where Luke is.

The boys leave her in the big park where the girl already imagined her best friend was, and she walks directly to the place where they sat millions of times throughout her childhood and adolescence, in their little corner of paradise. It doesn't take her long to find a disgruntled Luke sitting against their tree with his guitar three feet away, lying on the grass.

“You look so hot when you are frustrated.” Luke looks up and calms down when he meets her eyes. “I think you are the one who needs a song to relax now.” She adds, pointing out at the guitar. He nods and she picks it up, sitting between Luke's legs, her back leaning against his chest.

She blushes as she begins to play the song she finished composing just an hour ago, grateful that he can't see her face because of the position they are in. “I thank God for you all the time. Someone who knows my faults, but loves me despite them all. And you, I'll follow you just like that. Doesn't matter how far, If I have you, I have it all.”

She feels him kissing her hair, his heart beating just as fast as her own. “I think I found my soulmate, yes I do. I think I found the one who knows me. I don't wanna think about what it'd be like without you. Anywhere, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

When the song ends she freezes for a few seconds and Luke takes the opportunity to take the guitar and move it to the side, so that he can hug her closer to him, his arms around her waist while his chin rests on her shoulder.

“Your voice always shows me the way home.” Luke whispers sweetly in her ear, and Y/N instantly remembers Reggie said something similar in the truck, which means Luke had probably already expressed that thought to his friends, causing her to melt in his arms. She guesses it’s her turn to apply the famous Luke Patterson defense mechanism.

“What happened? I know you guys did pass, Bobby was so happy he wanted to cry.”

“We passed literally with the last ticket. They said they couldn’t see Sunset Curve, just another wannabe garage band, definitely not material for the big leagues.”

“Wow, that’s rough. And how did you react?”

"Reggie and Bobby held me by the arms and Alex by the back to stop me from going berserker." She smiles softly, imagining the scene clearly, and stretches her neck to see the guitarist's face.

“Lu, what else is bothering you?” He looks deep in thought, like he's forming multiple ideas in his head.

“I don't approve of everything they said, but I think maybe they have a point. I spent so much time trying to get the band to be material for a discography that I neglected our essence."

“Okay, then what’s the next move?”

“I have an idea, but I can’t do it without you.” He admits, staring deeply at her with his beautiful hazel eyes.

“Good thing you don’t have to. Luke, remember when we first met?” She asks, trying to distract him from his problems at least for today.

“Yeah, we were six. I told you I wanted to be a rockstar, and you said Lucas wasn’t a rockstar name, that I had to change it immediately.” He recalls with a soft smile.

“After that day you got angry every time someone dared to call you by your name.” She remembers the scene with a laugh.

“You have to admit, little Y/N was wise, you wouldn't have a band if you were still a Lucas.” He chuckles, caressing her hair lovingly., and she leans at the touch.”

“From that day I knew that I always wanted to be by your side. All my life I have tried to be someone, someone for my parents, for my friends, for the public, but I have never had to try with you.

I've always been someone for you... and that's more than enough. You've always known who I am, even when I'm not sure myself. You have always been patient and have loved me unconditionally, and I want you to know that you can always expect the same from me. god, I know since I was a kid I would do anything for you. I need you, I’m tired to wait for the correct moment, because every moment with you feels right.”

“Lu… is this a love confession?”

“I- yeah. But it’s so hard, I feel so many emotions right now and I really want to kiss the hell out of yo-” Y/N pulls him towards her connecting their lips hungrily, both melting into each other's mouths. He bites her lower lip slightly and separates a few seconds to admire her face, her eyes shining with love and lust.

“Darlin’, you can admit now your thing for rockstars. That’s exactly how you see me when I’m on stage.”

“I’ll admit it as soon as you admit you pretended to drown in the pool last year so I could give you mouth-to-mouth.”

“I would never do something like that… again.” They both laugh adoringly and Luke kisses her hard, determined to make up for all the lost time.

“Hey lovebirds, it’s time to go, Alex is minutes ago to snap at Reg and I don't want to end in the middle again, Reggie bit me last time.” They part abruptly, looking up at Bobby with daggers in their eyes.

“You can’t be all annoying all the time about our relationship and then ruin a moment like that.” she says clearly frustrated.

“Wow, eager much, muffin? someone is already whipped huh?” He jokes, causing Luke to put his finger in his mouth and then in his friend's ear.

“Bobby If you don’t shut up I swear-” She starts to fight, but he interrupts her.

“Are you guys dating now?” They both turn to see each other and smile, Luke wipes his hand on Bobby's shirt as they start to walk to the truck and entwine it with Y/N’s.

“Yeah, yes we are.” He declares with a majestic smile.

“Dammit I lost the bet to Alex. He said this was finally the year and I bet on another five.”

“Five? Really?” The girl asks, unable to believe what she hears.

“What? You have been in this strange relationship for about 12 years, five more years would be easy peasy. Reggie bet that you would make your lives with someone else and meet in 20 years to realize that it was always you." He informs them as they reach the vehicle, she looks in shock for a moment but then recovers and feings anger.

“Yeah, that’s it we are walking.” She decides, pulling Luke onto the sidewalk.

“You're just looking for an excuse to make out with your new boyfriend, you never get mad at us, not even the time Reggie stuck gum in your hair.” Bobby calls her out, and Reggie rolls the window down to emphasize that it was an accident.

“Okay yeah, I want to make out with my boyfriend and stick my tongue down his throat because as you mentioned, I've been waiting for many years to be able do it. So get lost or admire the show.” Reggie quickly closes the window again, and Bobby makes a disgusted face before almost running to the driver's seat.

“I’m so in love with you.” He admits with loving eyes, and she stands on tiptoe to fill him with light kisses on the forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. “I’m so in love with you, Lu.”

“Hey darlin’, I know you said the tongue in the throat thing to scare them away but…” He tries to explain himself, but she stops him knowing exactly what he wants to say.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m kissing the hell out of you as soon as we get home.” She reassures, caressing his hand.

He lets out a big sigh of relief. “Good.” A big smile on his face while pressing her hand a little harder to make sure this is actually happening.

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gryffindors-weasley · 3 years

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All Along

Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: The moment your friends knew there was something more between you and Sirius.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of smoking, fluff

Drives. It was an unspoken tradition amongst countless others that you and your friends had created for yourselves. Every Saturday evening was reserved for a drive to wherever the road took you, most often leading to the open plains of the clearing you’d found by accident when searching for a place to camp—that or to the lake on the hottest summer days. They were always cathartic and fun, always an opportunity to roll down the windows and feel the wind on your skin, to sing to songs on the radio as you take turns driving down winding streets and back roads. And it was on one of those drives that they knew. James, Lily and Remus knew that there had been more than just a friendship and habit of bickering between you and Sirius.

The sun had nearly set into the horizon as Lily drove, the sky colored with the deepest shades of blues and oranges and the moon rising higher amongst the clouds. The air was warm yet the breeze was cool as it streamed through the open windows, sweeping over your skin and sifting through your hair. The radio was turned down, ABBA playing softly in the background now that Lily’s got control of the choice in music. James couldn’t complain, though, he’s got a soft spot for that band thanks to you and heard and he was itching to turn up the radio but he couldn’t. Not with three of his friends nearly out cold after a day at the lake.

It’d been a good day; any day spent with your friends was bound to be memorable, bound to be better than the last though you were beginning to think it couldn’t be possible. Even with Lily having brought up Sirius at least a dozen times, and James and Remus having brought you up, it was only a minor annoyance in the rest of your trip. It wasn’t really even annoying per say, not on their end. What had been was the inevitable smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth each and every time you’d heard his name, something promptly masked by an eye roll. The inevitable flush in his cheeks at the mention of you that’d been passed off as the summer heat with the addition of an aguamenti spell in retaliation.

Despite that obvious poking and prodding from your nosy friends, it was another moment spent that you’d come to cherish.

They knew—they all did. They knew there’d been something going on between the two of you and that was something that simply wasn’t up for argument. They weren’t sure when they’d come to that conclusion or even how, but they knew something was there, something was different.

Your friendship with Sirius had always been one that was never dull, and to someone who hadn’t been familiar with the pair, one might even say you hated each other. To be quite honest even your own friends had thought you seriously did by your sixth year. You were always arguing about something no matter how trivial and insignificant, though most all of them had been accompanied by smiles and eye rolls, laughter and huffs. You were always the one stealing the cigarettes right from his very lips and putting them out just for the sake of seeing him get annoyed. He knew the reasoning behind it very well, he could even see it coming, but he still couldn’t find it in him to keep you from doing it because your smile was far more worth it.

There were times when you’d actually get mad at the other, where the two of you wouldn’t speak because you both were too stubborn to admit when you were wrong. But everyone would notice that without fail, you would never go more than a day or two without speaking. Lily is fairly certain she’s never heard or seen either of you ever apologize, not once, more so a mutual forgiveness in the form of an eye roll and a smile that couldn’t be hidden a moment longer.

There are times when it always seems to be just the two of you. When you’d sit together in the Great Hall, and you’d walk to class. Even in the most crowded of rooms you could find your way to each other with a certain ease that had made it far too obvious to ignore. Even now at twenty years old, you both were still just the same.

But, most of the time it’d been an undeniably constant state of back and forth banter over things the three of them had started to tune out for the last three years. One of you always had something to say while the other always had a quick witted response lined up in return. Even that day, for that matter. The moment he’d stepped foot out of that lake he’d transformed, and it was all for the sake of shaking water onto you and your book just to hear you complain. He was a pain, really, but not enough to be able to stifle a laugh.

It was inherently obvious that there was more than just a mutual desire to get under each other’s nerves, there was more than just two friends who swore who could never quite see eye to eye on the most trivial of things. Their bets became abundantly clear.

It was James who had noticed it first on the drive home that evening. He’d gotten stuck in the middle in the back seat of Lily’s Volkswagen, Remus on one side and Sirius on the other. You had been sitting up front with Lily, on the brink of falling asleep in the passenger seat much like Moony had been. The trip had been much quieter than it had been earlier, the chaos having died down and making it far easier to notice the little things.

His best friend’s legs had been stretched across his lap haphazardly, head leaned back against the window as the steady breeze blew strands of black hair around his face. Sirius’ gaze had been focused out the window, at the darkened colors of the sunset and each and every time he blinked he swore his eyelids grew heavier. A smile was on his lips, one that was softer than James had ever seen his best friend have before. He didn’t know what the reasoning behind it was, though he had his guesses. But it was a question soon answered when his gaze cast downward.

There, grasped lightly within the raven haired boy’s hand had been your own that dangled comfortably tucked between your seat and the door. James couldn’t see it but he knew you’d had a smile to match Sirius, and he was right. Even half asleep you’d had a lingering smile on your lips when his fingers entwined with yours in a near featherlight touch at first, a grip that had tightened without being aware of it.

Perhaps the thing that made it most difficult for James to refrain from disruptively alerting his friend of the profoundly exciting event was the way he’d brushed his thumb over your hand. It was something so simple yet so wordlessly endearing, something much softer than he’d ever seen him do. It seemed to be something done without thinking about it; it was obvious that’d been just so and he was starting to wonder how many trips had the two of you done this very thing, how long it’d been that you’ve done this. Surely this wasn’t the first time.

In that moment James had swatted Remus’ shoulder, a finger raised to his own lips immediately after he’d stirred to quiet him down. It was then that he grasped his groggy friend’s attention and nodded in your direction.

“They’re holding hands!” He whispered.

“They’re what?”

James gave him a nudge when he tried to lean over him to see, risking a glance in the other direction to check if they’d been far too noticeable. Lily of course noticed—it wasn’t hard to see the two dorks having been up to something in the rear view but James would tell her later. It would be a difficult task to hold it in but he’d manage. But when Remus finally saw just what he’d been talking about his smile was immediate as he swatted at James.

They knew it was only a matter of time before it happened, they were just waiting for it to be so. You thought you had them fooled with every eye roll and every scoff, with every frown and every quip. Sirius thought he could hide behind witty comebacks and stares passed off into a joke about something having been on your face. Truthfully, you had gotten under the other’s skin a number of times. You very much mean it each and every time you say he’s a pain, and you’d steal his cigarettes and put them out a thousand times over just to hear him grumble. Just the same as he means to snatch your books from your hands and steal your sunglasses; he did it all just to see you smile and maybe, just maybe, to see that frown of yours that you don’t really mean.

But they knew. They knew better than to believe that you hadn’t fallen for one another, no matter how stubborn and absolutely mad you drove them with your antics. As you sat in the passenger seat with Sirius just behind you, hands loosely enveloped with the hopes that it just might go unseen—

They knew all along.

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charlie-rulerofhell · 3 years

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For they know exactly what they do

Today there was a pretty long article published in the German newspaper FAZ, written by Julia Schaaf. Since there were quite a few interesting topics raised in it and Måneskin talked about some new aspects (or in more detail), I translated the whole thing (it might also have helped me to procrastinate).

Full interview in English under the cut.

For they know exactly what they do

June 22, 2021

Four young rock musicians from Rome are today's hottest band. Måneskin are enchanting Europe. Why? We met them for an interview.

Every romance needs its founding myth, an anecdote from the beginning, something you can tell later in more difficult times for self-assurance.

In the case of the band Måneskin, who first had Italy and now half of Europe wrapped around their fingers, and who are now trying to conquer the rest of the world with their rock music, there is the story of the shoe box. Rome, around five years ago: Four teenagers who are meeting every day after school in their rehearsal room to make music together, and sometimes they play their songs on the Via del Corso in the city centre in front of a changing audience. One day they want to record their own stuff. They find a studio that they can actually afford and as they go there they bring a shoe box, with the name of the band written on it, 'moonshine' in Danish, the bassist's mother is Danish. In the box: around seven kilogram of coins. The things you get from playing music on the streets. Everyone searching through Instagram for photos from that time can find four hippies with children's faces, three boys in batik, the girl is wearing a straw hat.

As they have to pay [for the recording], frontman Damiano David, 22, says that there was this guy, Angelo, and his bandmate Victoria De Angelis, 21, is interrupting: “No, Andrea, not Angelo”, and all of them have to laugh because a rigid studio manager with the Italian name 'angel' would be even funnier for a founding myth. David continues his story: “The guy was completely dumbfounded. 'We can't do that.' We went: 'Sure we can, that's worth the same even if it's just 20 cent coins, it's still 300 euros.” Thomas Raggi, 20, the guitarist of the band, is gasping for air as he laughs, while drummer Ethan Torchio, 20, is smiling dreamily. David finishes: “And then we snuck off before he was able to count it.” [the German text says 'verdrücken' here which is just a colloquial way of saying 'we left', but it entails some sort of a dramatic exit, so yeah, let your thoughts get creative how they left exactly :D].

Four young musicians on the verge of global fame are sitting on a white interview sofa in Berlin, completely styled, babbling across each other like overeager teenagers.

Ever since the Roman band first won the music festival Sanremo and then also the Eurovision Song Contest, carried by the enthusiasm of European viewers, you could say Måneskin has become a phenomenon. “Rock 'n' Roll never dies!”, Damiano David yelled fueled by the adrenaline of winning, and the insinuation that circulated on social media of the singer snorting during the counting of votes in front of a live camera – including their strict denial followed by a negative drug test result – might have given an additional boost to their public interest, their exploding album, ticket and merch sales, and their outstanding success on Spotify.

“We think it's a shit prejudice against rock music that there always have to be drugs involved. We fully threw ourselves into our participation with the utmost professionalism. We give everything for the music. So of course we don't want people to think that we can only do that because we take drugs.” – Victoria De Angelis

Prior to Eurovision, Måneskin was more of an insider's tip outside of Italy. Handmade rock music, not creating something entirely new but paying homage to the good old times with classic guitar riffs and cracking drum beats, being a lot of fun but also quite fragile and vulnerable at times and, first and foremost, conveying a captivating energy. Finally, on the stage of Rotterdam, live after so many months of isolation and renunciation, this wave of energy spilled straight over into European living rooms. It seemed easy to (mistakenly) interpret the winning song “Zitti e buoni” (Shut up and behave) as a declaration of frustration of our youth in times of a pandemic. In fact, singer Damiano David is singing about the favourite topic of the band: the unrelenting need to, against all odds, be yourself, despite or perhaps because you are different. The message fits their provocative sex appeal, which the band uses to demonstrate their independence of gender norms at any given time. But the core essence of rock music has always been the promise of unlimited freedom.

Thus at the first moment, the meeting with Måneskin is kind of startling. It's Wednesday, we are in the top floor of the new Sony head quarters in Berlin. The four Italians have just started their two-week long promotion tour through Europe. In the afternoon there will be a live concert in a queer club [the SchwuZ, but that's not mentioned here] in Neukölln, which will be streamed via TikTok. Around one million viewers will watch the show, some of them even from Brazil, so people at Sony are pretty excited [for Måneskin to come here]. But at first, these stunningly gorgeous creatures [yes, that's the exact wording :D] are standing surrounded by an entourage of people – their management, PR team, a stylist, a photographer, people who can hold a smartphone or a cigarette if needed [this paragraph is worded a little weirdly, especially taking into account that basically their whole team / 'entourage' is just friends of them, but it seems like the journalist didn't know that or maybe they just wanted to describe their first impression]. They seem like fictional / artificial characters out of a Hollywood movie. Transparent frill blouses with blazers and flared leather trousers, even the platform boots, everything brand-new, the makeup makes their faces look like a glossy magazine cover even in person. The smokey eyes of De Angelis and Raggi make them look smug and bored. Later, on the pictures it will probably look cool.

So of course your first impression might be: This band is under contract to industry giant Sony ever since their success on an Italian casting show [X Factor] in Winter 2017. The music industry must have its hand in the game when a band is photographed half-naked by Oliviero Toscani and styled by Etro. Also, one does not simply rent a villa with a pool in Rome to produce new music there, isolated from the rest of the world. And who else went to London for two whole months, shortly before the winter lockdown, just for inspiration? After the TikTok concert in Berlin – De Angelis and David are now wearing fishnet shirts that sparkle with every move, their bare nipples covered with an X of black tape – the band is posing with a few influencers. In the world of social media you would call that 'producing content'. But what does that mean for a band who are preaching their hosanna of authenticity? How authentic is Måneskin? And is their pointedly casual approach to sexuality and gender cliches in today's pop-cultural spirit more than a marketing strategy?

We're in the interview, the recording device is running for not even five minutes, when Victoria De Angelis says: “Actually, we just try to be ourselves and do what we really want to do.” And really: The more you listen to those four how they speak about the early days of the band in their slurred Roman dialect, about the shoe box and their own experiences with being different, but most importantly about their shared obsession [with music], the more you realise that [De Angelis] is very serious. Ethan Torchio, who got his first drum kit at the age of six or seven from his father because he was beating everything he could reach, says: “For me, music is like food. I cannot live without it.” The bassist next to him laughs at his pathos. Singer Damiano David applauds the otherwise more reserved friend for his truthfulness [it says 'klarer Punkt', meaning 'for the point he makes', but it makes it seem like Damiano is agreeing with Ethan here, although it doesn't indicate whether he agrees that yes, music is everything for Ethan or that he understands and feels the same].

De Angelis and guitarist Raggi already knew each other from middle school and they were the ones who tried to form a band at the age of only 13, a band that actually took music seriously.

De Angelis: “It's just difficult at that age to find other people who really put everything into music and who truly commit themselves and are willing to invest a lot of their time.”

Raggi: “We set strict rules and scheduled fixed times for the rehearsals, for every day.”

David: “Fever, stomach ache, there was no excuse. Even if you were feeling sick in the rehearsal room. At least you were in the rehearsal room.”

The way the four of them talk across each other, completing each other's sentences, taking turns in talking and sometimes joking about each other, seems intimate and playful. Singer David remembers how at first bassist [De Angelis] was merciless towards him when it came to her first metal band project, as she told him that he wasn't committed enough [to the music]: “Back then I was still playing Basketball. I was one of the people that Vic absolutely didn't want [in her band].” Drummer Torchio was later discovered through Facebook, even though there had already been a drummer, a close friend, but he was not good enough. It seems as if even back then music was everything for them. Even if it meant that only Raggi managed to graduate.

And why rock, why rock music of all things? Because it's great, the four of them say in unison. David adds: “Actually, it's a genre that allows you to do everything you want to do.”

When they played on the street, they were laughed at by their classmates. But not only there. De Angelis explains that she never wanted to be a typical girl: “I was always deterred by those stupid boxes that people put you in, and that are just restricting and constraining you, because something is only regarded as male or female. I always rejected that. Instead, I just wanted to do the things I enjoyed doing, I went skating and played football.” Torchio says: “Friends who are not friends anymore were already telling me at the age of ten that those“ – he grabs his long, silky black hair – “were wrong. Because I'm a boy and boys are meant to have short hair, long hair is only for girls. I was bullied a lot for that.”

“Compared to the past, people in our age became much more open-minded. It gets better.” – Thomas Raggi

Frontman David on the other hand, for whom eye shadow, jingling earrings and nail polish as well as his bare torso with the tattoos have become trademarks by now, says: “I was actually more of the average boy.” De Angelis convinced him to try out some eyeliner, which he describes as a spiritual awakening: “I liked myself much more [with makeup]. I saw myself more as myself. As if it had been a suppressed desire of mine.” On a trip to Copenhagen with the others, when he realised that it really didn't matter what people were thinking about him, he got his first fake fur [coat? the article doesn't specify that] in a second-hand shop and let his clothing style be guided by his own love to experiment: “I realised that my whole life I was just going at half speed.” When it comes to diversity all four of them are becoming almost missionary.

At the same time, their success is not only opening doors for them. Back home in Rome they are barely able to go out on the street due to all the paparazzi. “[You need a] hoodie and huge sunglasses”, David says, “the mask is quite helpful, too.” And still, none of them is complaining, and Torchio explains why: “Even if those experiences right now may have sides that are not so pleasant, we still know that for us a dream is coming true. We experience something that we always had in our minds, so we are willing to face every consequence that this entails.”

So is the band facing difficult times, is Måneskin going to change with all the success? Again, all of them answer at the same time.

David: “I'm not worried about that.”

Raggi: “No way!”

De Angelis: “On the contrary. Everything that happened to us happened because we are who we are, so we want to continue the exact same way and stay ourselves.”

Just a few hours later, they are at the stage in Neukölln, bouncing around like pinballs, hammering at their instruments, flirting with each other. “We are out of our minds, but different from the others”, David sings their winning hymn against conformism, and: “The people talk, unfortunately they talk.” Here on stage, the four paradise birds [a German word describing someone with a flamboyant personality] with their half-nude-glittering outfits are radiating an incredible energy with the utmost sincerity, and you begin to wish there was a live audience instead of the TikTok cameras, absorbing and spreading this energy. Måneskin. A cry for a life after the pandemic, a cry for freedom and a better world.

“We do what we wished for all our lives.” – Ethan Torchio

#måneskin #maneskin #måneskin interview #my stuff #i'm sorry if someone already translated it but i was working on this for the past 3 hours now so i'm still gonna share it #i know most of it is not very new but there were some quite interesting details in there #and it's just always great to read about those four dorks so i wanted to share it with all of you who wanted to read it but couldn't #enjoy and please ignore any possible mistakes i didn't have the time to proof-check everything

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negasonicimagines · 3 years

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Tell Me I'm Not Funny

Request: darkandmysteriousbutheartofgold!ellie and wholesomeanddoesn'tunderstandwhyelliedoesn'tlikeher!reader where they're both part of the friend group but ellie just thinks reader is straight and messing with her pls

Notes: I don’t usually write MCU!Peter, so if he comes up in any future fics (like as the reader’s stepdad 👀 I’ve loved spideypool longer than I’ve loved Negasonic) you can safely assume it’s Andrew Garfield. But, for this time, this is MCU!Peter. Everyone in the friend group is 18-20, just to be clear.

This really isn't my best work, but it's a fun little slice of life piece. A lot of my ideas are pretty cinematic, I can picture them in my head but sometimes those pictures don't really translate into words. I may revisit this one day.

Warnings: D-slur (reclaimed by Ellie in one line), allusions to prior assault (an unwanted kiss that could've been more had another character not stepped in), and that's about it. Oh, and a little swearing, but this is an imagine for a character from Deadpool. If you can't handle swearing, you're on the wrong blog.

Synopsis: You’re into Ellie, but she’s with your good friend Peter. She treats you like you don’t even exist, and in the few instances she does acknowledge you, it’s usually just to make some sarcastic remark. You’re head-over-heels, though, and decide to deal with your unrequited love by writing her a song she’ll never hear.

“Fuck, that movie was terrible,” Michelle groans. “I’m just glad it was a matinee show and we didn’t have to pay as much to see it.”

“The special effects were good, but can’t Disney just leave stuff alone?” Peter agrees.

“Next thing you know they’ll be making a live action Toy Story, as if the original wasn’t traumatizing enough. I don’t want to imagine Watermelon as a sentient being. She’s seen some shit,” you snicker.

“Who’s Watermelon?” Ellie asks with a dark chuckle, and you clam up. How had you forgotten she was here?

“Oh, uh, nobody.”

“Don’t tell me you still sleep with a stuffed animal,” she snarks. “You really do need to grow up.”

“Don’t be mean, Ellie,” Peter protests.

“Watermelon is cute, everybody likes cute things!” Yukio adds.

“I think a live-action Toy Story could be cool,” Ned says. “It’d look really good if they did stop-motion animation.”

“Oh, you’re right!” you chirp. “It’d be quite the undertaking, but it would look badass.”

“I think you’re using that term a little loosely,” Ellie grumbles, and you have to stop yourself from frowning, instead you laugh it off. Why does she always pick on you? Sure, she’s got a witty remark for everybody, but she’s way harder on you. It hurts, she really is so gorgeous and funny and mysterious and everything you want in a woman, but she acts like she can’t stand you.

Ellie and Peter head off together, Peter still hasn’t gotten around to getting his license and Ellie seems happy to give him a ride. You really don’t stand a chance.

You and the others pile up in MJ’s SUV for some late-night band practice.

“I don’t know if I can do it,” you admit to Yukio in the furthest row back.

“You can,” she insists. “You’re a way better singer than Lola, anyways.”

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to give her the wrong impression, I-”

“For the millionth time, Y/N, you didn’t. If she hadn’t left the band, we would’ve kicked her out. Not just for cheating on me, but for hurting you.”

“I guess,” you sigh. “Why can’t you sing instead?”

“Because I’m flat.”

“Yukio, breast size doesn’t have anything to do with singing ability, you’ve just gotta practice,” you joke.

“Shut up!” she giggles, punching you in the arm. “Plus, when you sing, the songs are being sung as they were written. We’re getting the real feelings.”

“Speaking of… I have something new I’m thinking about sharing tonight. Do you mind if I text you the demo?”

“Ooh, a first look! Hell yes!”

You text her the audio file and she puts in a wireless earbud, nodding along. Her smile gets wider and wider as she listens, and when she’s done, her assessment shocks you.

“Oh my gosh. You’re into Ellie.”

“What?!” you squeak. “No way!”

“You are! But, uh-”

“Don’t even say it. I know I don’t have a chance in hell. She only tolerates me for the sake of you and Peter.” Despite the gloominess of your tone, Yukio gets a mischievous glint in her eye, it confuses you. But, that’s just Yukio. Her thoughts are all over the place; she and Ellie balance each other out that way. They dated a couple of years ago, but it didn’t work out. They decided they were better off as friends.

“Screw that other song, we’re using this as the lead single. Everybody’s gonna love it, do you have the sheet music?”

“Yeah, uh, it’s in my bag.”

“Awesome.” Yukio’s grinning like she’s won something. Is the song that good? “We’ll have to practice this one a lot, we definitely need to have it ready by the concert this Friday.”

Right. Liz’s 19th birthday party. Apparently Peter had convinced her to let the band play, it’d be cheaper than hiring a more established artist.

“Our first paying gig? I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you remind her. She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“We’re mostly gonna be playing covers of Liz’s favorite songs, and she only has so many. We’ve gotta beef up the setlist with originals, and this is perfect! Has that pop-y fun vibe, it’ll fit right in.”

“Yeah, but if it’s that obvious how I feel about her after one listen-”

“Only because I already had a hunch after Daft Pretty Boys,” Yukio clarifies cheerily, and you sigh.

“Fair enough.��

The gang makes it to Michelle’s house, travelling down to the side door and going into the basement from there. MJ’s parents have encouraged her creativity from day one, and were ecstatic when the band was formed. You speculate that they’re mostly happy that she’s made friends. Writing and photography can be lonely hobbies.

“Y/N has something new for us!” Yukio chirps.

“That fast?” Ned’s surprised as you hand him the sheet music. He skims it. “Holy shit, this is a wicked solo! Thanks, Y/N!”

“Well, I’m hoping highlighting everybody else’s talent will disguise my lack thereof,” you chuckle.

“Don’t be stupid, we’ve all heard you sing backup,” MJ says. “You’re Ryan Ross, she’s Brendon Urie. I’m just glad we booted her out before she decided she was gonna be the only pangolin in The Pangolins.”

Everyone laughs at that.

“Let’s try it,” Michelle continues, and everybody agrees. After a sound check and a few runs of the song, it’s still clumsy, especially on your part. You’re not really used to playing and singing at the same time, outside of backup vocals, which require far less focus.

“I suck,” you mumble, but it happens to be into the microphone.

“You don’t!” Ned insists.

“With that attitude, we’re not going anywhere,” Yukio says. You hate it when she gets to the tough love stage of her support. You wish she’d stay in the shallow reassurances stage, it’s easier to brush off. “You wouldn’t be the lead singer if we all thought you sucked. We would’ve just put an ad in the paper. You’re awesome, get over it!”

You sigh.

“Fine. Thank you.”

“Say it,” she insists.

“I’m awesome,” you huff, it’s hard not to smile when Yukio tries to look serious.

“Damn straight,” Yukio says. “Or, I guess not, considering that was about Ellie.”

“Yukio!” you squeal.

“That’s about Ellie?!” Ned exclaims.

“Obviously,” MJ scoffs, fiddling with her tuners.

“Is it that obvious?!” You can’t help but feel embarrassed. Ellie probably knows exactly how you feel, maybe that’s why she dislikes you so much. Her boyfriend’s stupid friend has a crush.

“Wait, but at the beginning…” Ned trails off, before laughing. “Oh my gosh, I get it.”

“Get what? Oh… Y/N, have I ever told you how much I love you?” MJ asks.

“I- I love you, too?” You’re puzzled by their words, but you’ve got enough on your plate.

“Let’s go ahead and practice some of Liz’s favorites while we’re here,” Yukio suggests. “It’s a pretty big set list.”

You practice until dinner, getting a pizza and deciding to make a night of it since it was a little late for Michelle to be dropping you all off at your assorted residences.

You all sleep on a pallet in the basement, and despite your worries, you manage to get some rest.

Over the next few days, The Pangolins practice at every free moment, until it’s finally time for the party.

“So, just pictures of everything?” Oh, shit. She’s not supposed to be here. How are you supposed to sing that song with her here?

“Yeah! I know with how many people are coming, I’m probably not going to get as much time as I want with everyone, so pictures will be a good way to remember the night.”

“Why not just invite less people?” Ellie wonders.

“I want all my friends to be here,” Liz explains. “How’s the sound check going, Y/N?”

“It’s going great,” you say into the microphone, demonstrating the quality and volume with a smile. “Thanks for letting us play here tonight.”

“Well, Peter said you guys are great. Are you really gonna debut your best song so far tonight?”

“Oh, um,” you stutter, stepping away from the microphone. “Maybe not.”

“What? Oh, come on, please, it’ll make the night even more special! You’re playing covers of all my old favorites, sing me my new favorite!” Liz presses, but she’s not being demanding or bratty, she seems genuinely excited.

“If the birthday girl says so, who am I to say no?” you concede. Hopefully Ellie will be too distracted taking pictures. “You have way too much faith in me.”

“If you don’t quit with the self-deprecation, I’m gonna duct tape your mouth shut,” MJ interjects.

“But, Daddy, how will I say my safe word?” you tease, giggling at your own joke with the rest of the group. Yukio’s laugh seems the loudest. Ellie glares.

“We should practice a song!” Ned suggests.

“Ooh, a private show!” Liz seems excited.

“Any requests?” you ask her. Ellie’s resting scowl intensifies. If she’s more pissed off the more you open your mouth, you’re not sure how she’s gonna survive a night of you singing without going nuclear.

“Oh, oh, Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne, please?”

“You’ve got it,” you agree.

The song goes smoothly.

“What happened to the old singer?” Ellie asks, clearly unimpressed.

“You didn’t tell her?” you ask Yukio, grateful for the excuse to turn away from the sharp-tongued girl you adore.

“Didn’t want her to get the wrong impression,” Yukio explains. “She already makes enough rude comments towards you.” Yukio leans over her drum kit to give Ellie a pointed look.

“Oh, wait, shit, I didn’t mean it like that. You, uh, sound good, Y/N.”

You can’t help but whip your head back to look at her with a flabbergasted expression.

“What?! It’s true,” Ellie defends herself.

“Uh, yeah, but you just said something nice. About me. Liz, do you mind checking her for a fever?”

Liz obliges for the sake of going along with the joke before quickly withdrawing her hand.

“Jeez! I know you were kidding, but she’s burning up,” Liz declares.

“My internal temperature is higher due to my mutation,” Ellie quickly explains, looking a bit bashful. “Besides, I say nice shit about Y/N all the time.”

“No, you don’t,” the whole band says in unison, including you.

“Well, clearly I shouldn’t if everyone’s gonna make a big fucking deal about it,” she retorts, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna go get some pictures of the decorations before there’s a bunch of fucking people here to block them.”

She stomps off in her heavy boots, and The Pangolins get back to work, putting on the final touches and making sure all the blocking looks right.

Soon enough, guests start flooding in, and Liz zips around to greet them, eventually meeting up with Peter and keeping him with her. He and Liz eventually pull Ellie away from her picture-taking, confident she’s done enough and needs to just relax and enjoy the party.

So much for distracting herself with work, she thinks.

They sit on the couch and eat, the dining room was monopolized by The Pangolins due to its elevation and space.

Ellie’s mesmerized by the way your fingers move until she hears Peter talking to Liz. They really are a cute couple.

“You really do need to hang out with us. Yukio told me Y/N thinks Ellie and I are a thing,” he says.

“Gross, you’re like my annoying little brother,” Ellie remarks.

“And you’re like my bitchy older sister,” Peter retorts with a shit-eating grin.

“Both of you, quiet! They’re about to play the new song. You’re in for a real treat, Ellie.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

Liz gives Peter a confused and slightly irritated look.

“I haven’t said anything to her, I didn’t know how,” Peter squeaks, blushing a little at the look in his girlfriend’s eyes.

“Explain, quickly,” Ellie demands.

But, then you start to sing again.

“Y/N-” Peter starts.

“Shut up.”

“But you asked-”

“I said, shut up,” Ellie insists.

“You know me as your boyfriend's goofy friend. I seem to have this effect on women, and your friends aren't as goofy as I am. I try my best to keep you entertained, always laughing at the jokes you are saying. I nod my head when you make a point, oh oh…

“Kiss me, kiss me with your eyes closed! Whisper that your heart shows all I want is you, yeah, you… Hold me, hold me I'm your bunny! Tell me I'm not funny, tell me I’m legit! ‘Cause I feel weak, in your hands and your feet… A precious end, I’ll never feel your touch…”

Ellie continues to listen to the song, all expression drained from her face. All the yearning in the words and your voice, all you want is…

Ellie looks at Peter, who’s looking at her with a triumphant smile.

“I told you.”

Ellie feels like she’s about to faint. She notices you’re talking to Liz— when did she leave? —your hand over your mic. Despite the knowledge that Liz is taken, Ellie gets jealous. You look so happy to be talking to Liz, to just about any girl you talk to.

She wishes you’d smile at her that way.

You nod at whatever Liz said, and the band starts packing away their instruments. Liz sets up her phone on some Bluetooth speakers, and songs that sounded so much better when you were singing them start to play.

No! Ellie internally protests. Sing for me again, please, sing that stupid song about how you think I don’t like you.

Yukio’s dragging you somewhere. Gosh, Ellie wishes it was her holding your hand.

Suddenly, though, you and Yukio are approaching her. She knows what she has to do.

“So, what’d you think of our- Eek! Finally!”

Ellie parts from the kiss to tell her to fuck off and not ruin the moment before kissing you again.

“Holy fucking shit,” you breathe. “Uh, I thought you were-“

“Dating Peter?! Seriously?! Do I need to write ‘dyke’ on my fucking forehead? I practically already have with the way I dress and act and-”

“I, uh, I try not to make assumptions,” you mumble, fingers touching your lips.

“I’m, uh, sorry for not asking.”

“No, it’s- It was good. I’ve wanted you to do that for a while. It’s just that that was the first time somebody’s kissed me, since, uh…” Your eyes dart to Yukio, who’s ruffling Ned’s hair and laughing.

“Yukio?!” Orange flickers in Ellie’s eyes for a moment, but she keeps it under control.

“No, no, of course not, uh… The old singer, Lola. She and Yukio were dating, but apparently I was the one she really had her sights on, and… She was entitled. Thought that because she wanted me, I must want her. That wasn’t really the case, I was already pining over you. Didn’t stop her from forcing a few kisses on me and trying to go further. If Yukio hadn't shown up early with cupcakes, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

“I am such an asshole,” Ellie says softly. “Can I kiss you again? The right way.”

“I’d say what you did before was pretty right, but sure,” you consent.

Her kiss before had been rough, needy, and impatient. Just the way you like it. This, though, this is gentle, soft, and exploratory. You tangle your hands in her hair and kiss her harder. She moans into the kiss before pulling away, bewildered.

“That was…” Ellie trails off, trying to find a positive adjective that won’t sound to frilly or lovesick.

“A mistake, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, fuck, no. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” she corrects you. “Just- Didn’t really know how. Even when you were kinda flirting with me at first, I just thought you were messing with me, so I- I am so stupid.”

“So am I,” you scoff. “I thought you were dating Peter.”

“I was spending a lot of time with him, but… I was just using him as an excuse to avoid you so I wouldn’t embarrass myself anymore. And I was asking him for advice. I figured if he could land somebody as far out of his league as Liz, maybe I stood the slightest bit of a chance with you. But I kept fucking it up. I’d just get so nervous, all of my compliments would turn into insults, all of my teasing turned into straight-up cruelty. I don’t know how you actually like me.”

“I’m a little bit of a masochist, I’ll admit,” you tell her. “I’m really glad you don’t hate me.”

“I’m really glad you don’t hate me,” Ellie replies, but she can’t help but think that what she‘s really saying is ‘I love you, too.’

She takes your hand, and you two rejoin your friends, swept up in a group hug. They wanted this to happen almost as much as you two did.

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