#seeing them perform that song live i think my life would be changed in a big way

[nwtears]

foundations of decay is like one of the most beautiful songs ive evet listened im not kidding, the lyrics to the instruments and gerards vocals are all so insanely amazing.. everytime i play it i have to stop everything im doing to listen 😭

[pinkflower2003]

Hii could u do a MV1 x reader fic where Max and the reader were in a serious longterm relationship but broke up bc he wanted kids and she didn’t,, and a few months later he’s dating Kelly and is being a girldad to P when he bumps into the reader again and realises he’s not over her 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ LOOOOL I hope this request makes sense!!

Loss Of My Life - Max Verstappen x Reader

Based on – “The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived”, “Loml” – Taylor Swift

Hi!! Thank you so much for your submission! So I wanted to change it a little bit, hope that’s okay!! So I’ve changed it so that it was the reader who wanted kids and Max didn’t, the reader is also a singer In this one (almost like how big Taylor Swift is, imagine her like that sort of star!) Idk if you have people performing at races but just imagine you do lol.

based off of this TikTok video

send in your submissions!<3

Word count : 2.3k

You and Max had been together for 6 years, 6 long years that made you think you were going to be together forever, he had been there through everything with you. You had both been together at the start of your careers and the height of your careers, and it was amazing to see how far the two of you could go. You had a very successful career in the music industry, bringing out albums that each became the highest-selling albums of the year and Max had a very successful career as a Formula One driver, winning world championships. But after 6 years, you had decided that maybe it was time for something more, you loved touring, singing your music, meeting fans, traveling around the world, but you wanted something more, you wanted a life with Max.

Deciding it was finally time to tell Max how you were feeling, you had sat down with him in his Monaco apartment whilst you had some time off from touring to write some new songs for a new album. Sitting down for food, you had decided there was no better time, “how do you feel about having children?”

Max hadn’t looked up from his food, just shrugging. “Don’t feel anything about them, I don’t want them.” He had replied bluntly, and your shoulders sank. You and Max had talked about children before, of course, you had, you can’t be in such a long-term relationship and not talk about what you both want in the future, but when you had brought it up before, Max had just replied with, “maybe one day, when we’re older and have achieved what we’ve wanted” and that was an okay answer at the time, at the height of your careers you had wanted to achieve more, but now you’d done it.

You’d become the best-selling artist of the decade, sold millions of albums, done a multimillion-dollar tour, travelled the world, you had done it all, and now seemed like the right time for the both of you to have this discussion. But clearly, Max had felt different.

“Max, I want a baby, I want to settle down with you, you’re my everything. We’ve been together 6 years, there’s got to be a point where you want that too, right?” You had pleaded with him, to make him show that he wanted that with you, that it wasn’t all a waste of time being together for so long.

Max had got frustrated, standing up, pacing around, not understanding how you didn’t understand that he was still at the height of his career, and settling down would only set him back. “I’m winning world championships Y/N, I can’t have kids doing that, my attention is on my career, not kids.” You had sat there, shoulders sagged, not saying anything, letting Max carry on telling you just exactly why he wouldn’t have kids with you. You just sat there, knowing that this was it, Max had chosen his career over you.

You had moved out of Max’s Monaco apartment, you had focused back on your career, you had left Max, or more like he had left you. After your conversation, you had understood where Max’s priorities were, and he had made it clear that it was not you. So, you had both left, you had cried for days, the last 6 years replaying in your mind over and over again. You remembered going to the races all around the world, each time you had gone, you had practically been treated like royalty, everyone from the engineers, the team principals, the drivers, and the fans, all wanting to meet you, wanting a photo with you, to shake your hand. But none of that had mattered, because all you wanted to do was to be with Max, and you had been, you had been the first one to run up to him when he won any race, he had kissed you with such force you had forgotten there was anyone around you, you had both forgotten you were both in the public eye with reputations to uphold, none of that had mattered.

Now, all of that was gone, everywhere you went you were asked questions about Max; what had happened? Were you now going to bring out a break-up album? Had Max cheated on you? So many ridiculous questions that you completely ignored. You had blocked it out, wanting to move on, but having an ex as big as Max Verstappen, you would never get away from his name.

Not long after you had gotten a call from one of yours and Max’s friends, Daniel, an old teammate and friend of Max who you had become close with throughout your relationship with Max. Daniel was one of your closest friends, and the split between you and Max had put tension on your friendship, Daniel knew if he had taken sides with you, the tension on the grid would be at an all-time high, and you couldn’t have that happen with Daniel, and so you had kept your distance between yourself and all of yours and Max’s mutual F1 friends.

But Daniel was the first one to call, and you had answered. “Y/N, hey, I’m sorry for not calling earlier, but everyone here misses you, you must know that. Why don’t you come to the next race, as my guest, of course, just to see everyone, you won’t have to see Max if you’re at my team paddock area, I promise, I know how much you loved the races.”

After giving it some thought and telling him that you would consider it, you received a second call asking you to perform at the race. You decided to accept and would perform some of your new songs there before going to stay with Daniel until he had to leave to go race.

And now, today was the day, anxiety was coursing through your blood as you stood at the back of the stage, waiting for your queue to go on. You had seen the news stories, the gossip that Max had gotten a new girlfriend, just months after your split. You couldn’t do that, your new boyfriend was your songs, they had helped you get your emotions out about the split, they had been your healer, instead, Max had found his healing in a new woman.

“And I don't even want you back, I just want to know

If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal

And I don't miss what we had, but could someone give

A message to the smallest man who ever lived?

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?”

Singing a song that everyone knew was about Max was dangerous, but you had made the decision to do it nevertheless. You thought that if he was going to start dating someone else so soon after you, you should express your feelings, and you should do it somewhere where most people knew him.

“Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In fifty years, will all this be declassified?

And you'll confess why you did it

And I'll say, "Good riddance"

'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

I would've died for your sins

Instead, I just died inside

And you deserve prison, but you won't get time”

As you marched down the platform, your dancers trailed after you in the style of a marching band. You turned to face the audience and noticed the racers and their families cheering you on, and then you noticed him. You could see him well; he was staring at you. You sang the song's lyrics with all of your intensity, making eye contact with him even if you didn't want to.

With his arm over her shoulders, a woman who you could have assumed was his new girlfriend was standing next to him. She definitely was a lover of the song and sang along with it, but she didn't seem to care that you were singing about her boyfriend at the time. However, she was holding a small child in her arms who was waving and yelling your name. As you performed, your heart fell; his girlfriend had a child? Reluctant to reveal that it had knocked you, you waved to the little girl. The young girl screamed and jumped, screaming that you had waved at her. She then rushed out and grabbed Max, who smiled at her before turning to face you again while wearing a guilty expression.

Walking off the stage, you took your earpieces out, taking water from one of the workers next to you, thanking them. Daniel had been waiting for you behind the stage, with a sad look on his face, as he began walking next to you as you rushed to your backstage area to get changed into different clothes before the race started. “You never told me his new girlfriend had a kid, Dan.”

Daniel just nodded, trying to keep up with you and your security. “I knew it would upset you, Y/N, I knew how much you wanted kids with Max, I didn’t know how to tell you.”

You stood still, the rest of your team standing still with you, not knowing what to do. You had turned to them, “can you just give us a minute?” The team nodded, standing away, but still needing to be close.

Daniel stood opposite you, “how can he do that Dan? Six years and for what? Now he’s a stepdad all of a sudden and he’s fine with it? We broke up because he didn’t want children, but clearly what he meant was he didn’t want children with me.”

Dan was about to reply, but your name was screamed as you turned your head to where the voice had come from. It was the same little girl you had waved to when you performed, the same little girl who had jumped into Max’s arms when you had done so, the same one who had wrapped her hands around his neck as he bounced her up and down along to the music.

“Y/N! Y/N” She had ran over to you, wearing a shirt with your album on. You knelt down to her, changing expressions from the one you had worn with Daniel, to now your stage expression, a façade you knew all too well.

Kneeling to her height, she hugged you, her reaction like many of the fans you met. “Hi, what’s your name?” You had asked her, but she still jumped up and down. Behind her, Max’s girlfriend smiled and took photos of you and the little girl.

“Penelope, but mummy and Maxie call me P.” You swallowed at the mention of Max, fighting back tears knowing the little girl now had a nickname for him. “That’s a beautiful name, Penelope, you look beautiful.” The little girl giggled, and you stood back up, making eye contact with her mother, Max’s new girlfriend.

The woman held out her hand, smiling at you. “Hi, I’m Kelly, I’m a huge fan.” You shook her hand, smiling slightly, not knowing what to say to the woman who now had everything you had wanted.

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled, looking at Daniel who just looked anywhere else but the scene before him, unable to cope with the awkwardness of the interaction. Kelly had turned her head, seeing Max in the distance, waving him over. “Babe, come and see, P just met Y/N.”

Max had looked over at you all, breathing heavily as he looked at your face, whilst you just looked at Daniel, who had wide eyes. “I’m really sorry, I-I’ve got to go.” You began walking away, rather quickly that almost looked like running. Your team was unsure of what to do as you tried to get away from Max.

“Y/N!” You heard you name called as you got as far away as you could, you knew the voice from anywhere and you spun around, anger now coursing through your veins. “What Max? Go and play happy little families with Kelly, since clearly you’ve had a complete change of heart and you’re now ready to be a dad.” You scoffed, but he grabbed your arm as you went to walk away again.

“It’s not what you think,” he tried to tell you, but your voice became choked up. “Right, it isn’t the fact that just months after ending our six-year relationship due to YOU not wanting children with you, you find someone else. And you didn’t just find someone else, you found someone else where you have to step up and become a father figure.” You told him, “I wish you all the best with your new family Max, I really do.”

Max took off the baseball cap off his head that he was wearing, pushing a hand through his hair. “I never wanted this, Y/N, I’m sorry. If I could take it all back, I would. I would never of said what I said to you, I would take everything back, just to be with you again, you were my everything and you still are.”

You couldn’t breathe, he had practically still professed his love for you still, whilst still being with Kelly. “You lost that chance, Max. I wanted you, all of you, all the good, all the bad. But you didn’t want me, and you lost me.”

“I want you back. No matter what you think I have with Kelly, I don’t, I will never have with anyone what I had with you. I have no excuse that it took all of this to make me realise, but I’m still human, and human make mistakes, and I made the mistake of loosing you, because of my selfishness.” Max practically pleaded with you, but you just shook your head.

“We almost had it all.”

“And I'll still see it until I die

You're the loss of my life”

[cillian-gets-me-wetter]

silver springs - carmy berzatto x fem!reader

a/n: this is a part 2 for casual (read before continuing this for context). the live performance of this song changed my life tbh. as a little gift, a third and final part is in the works so stay tuneddd 👀

warnings: angst, slow burn, cameos from syd and richie (we love them in this household), mentions of claire (again, my apologies, ms. girl)

summary: after you found out that carmy had a girlfriend, claire. tension between you two grew intense as you rarely talked to him unless it involved work while he tried everything possible in order to talk you about what happened. it wasn’t until a former classmate of yours came in and asked you out while working, making him come to a sudden realization.

disclaimer: i do not own characters mentioned in this story. this is for fictional purposes only. do not copy or claim my work as your own. comments, reblogs and constructive feedback are appreciated!!

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you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you

ever since you found out that carmy was dating claire, the past three months felt as if it had been a year. the tension in the restaurant was so thick that you can slice through it with a knife. while carmy was trying everything to get you to speak to him, you did your best to avoid him except if it involved work. as much as you thought about putting in your two weeks, you simply couldn’t afford to.

you look into the mirror in your locker as you inspect your hair, being pinned back by a red claw clip. the hair accessory coordinated with the outfit you decided to wear today, which consists of a cropped red cardigan, black dress and doc martens. you reach for the makeup bag you keep so you can freshen up before your shift, unzipping it and pulling out a tube of clear mascara.

you twist the wand out of the tube and apply a layer of mascara on your upper eyelashes when syd walks in the locker room, just arriving for her shift. you both smiled at each other as you thanked god that it wasn’t carmy who walked through the door. she walked up to her locker next to yours, “hey, how did your night go?”

you shrugged as you applied a layer to your lower lashes, “not too bad, just watched a couple of episodes of sex and the city, took an edible then went to bed.” she laughed, “you seriously like that show?” she set her belongings in the locker as she left out her apron and head scarf, placing them both on the bench next to where you both stood.

you joked, “whenever anything goes wrong in my life, i do ask myself about what would carrie bradshaw do?” she rolled her eyes playfully as she laughed. she styled her hair with the scarf as you moved to putting on a soft pink lip liner over the outline of your lips. as syd put on her apron, she asked, “hey, can you tie the back for me?”

you nodded, setting your lip liner down and helping her tie the back strings of the apron in a comfortable, secure knot. as soon as you finished, carmy walked into the room, him and syd greeted each other while you and him made awkward eye contact but not saying anything to each other. syd sensed the unease in the room, deciding to go in the kitchen and see what they needed help with preparing for the day ahead.

this left you and carmy alone for the first time in a while. you felt his eyes on you as you continued putting on a light pink lipstick. he took off his jacket and placed in his locker as he finally decided to make another attempt at breaking the ice. “i think we need to talk.” you avoided him as if he was a ghost trying to make contact with a human.

he let out a sigh, growing more frustrated at the silent treatment you were giving him. he thought things between you both was supposed to be casual, no strings attached. while he understood why you were hurt, he also felt that he didn’t do anything wrong by not telling you about claire. he asked, “are you seriously going to ignore me?”

you pushed your bag back into the locker, slamming the door. the impact of the metal door made carmy startled, not being used to seeing you this angry. you snapped, “there is absolutely nothing we need to discuss.” as you try to walk out of the room, he gently grabs your wrist, turning you around to face him. “please, just talk to me.”

you groaned, “i don’t want to fucking talk to you, carm. just leave me alone.” you pulled out of his grasp and walked out of the room as he watched you leave. he felt this physical pain in his chest, sitting down on the bench as he ran his hand through his hair. he couldn’t help but wonder what went wrong and how could he make things right with you.

a couple of hours into your shift, the lunch rush was starting up as the restaurant was filled with people and you were on your feet, doing your best to keep with your section. you bring a drink to one of your tables, being one man who looked like they were in their early twenties. you placed his drink on the table and asked, “is there anything else you need?”

he shook his head and spoke, “no, i’m good. do you mind if i ask you a question though?” you politely nodded, “yeah, sure!” he continued, “this may sound a little weird but weren’t you in ms. klein’s homeroom?” you then remembered your freshman year homeroom teacher who had a whole wardrobe consisting of cat sweaters.

you nod, a bit confused at specificity of the question, “yeah i did actually..” you internally cringed at the person you were back then, wearing band merch and constantly straightening your hair to the point it was fried. he then explained, “i don’t know if you remember me but i’m dominic. i used to sit behind you.”

you suddenly remembered him, realizing you had a short lived crush on him until he moved schools after the first semester. you gasped, “oh my god, i thought you looked familiar! how’ve you been?” he had gotten a lot better looking than the last time you saw him, looking more taller and lean. his blonde hair was styled in a slightly disheveled wavy mullet and wore a white long sleeved shirt with blue jeans.

he grinned at you, his arctic blue eyes looking into your honey brown ones. “i’ve been good. i’m in town for a couple of days so i decided to explore what’s new here. enough about me though, how are you?” you smiled, feeling heat flush against your cheeks. “i’m doing good, life hasn’t been too bad.”

as you caught up with dominic, you began to realize why you had a crush on him in the first place. he was charming, make you blush as if you were a fifteen year old girl again. he admitted, “to be honest, i did like you but i never got the chance to tell you before i moved.” you laughed in disbelief, thinking it was a lie.

you shook your head, “that’s bullshit.” he insisted, “oh, it’s not bullshit. i regret not asking you out a lot sooner.”

carmy was on his smoke break outside the restaurant, he kept his eye on how you and dominic were interacting with each other. he felt himself growing more irritated at the sight of him making you laugh and smile. he broke up with claire a few weeks ago while he was locked inside the walk-in. he had feelings for her when he was in high school so of course, he thought it was something he wanted still but whenever he was with her, visions of you would cloud his mind.

you shrugged, “i mean.. i think you still have a chance.” dominic smirked, “oh really?” you nodded, “i definitely think so.” he replied, “well, we can go grab drinks after you get off work.. if you’re down.” you blinked, not knowing what to say. he was the first guy who asked you out since your situationship with carmy.

you made your choice on a whim, smiling at him. “i’m down.” he smiled back at you, “cool, can i get your number so i can text you where to meet at?”

he never viewed himself valuable to be loved by anyone, not by claire and especially not by you. his stomach churned and nausea set in when he looked over again, seeing you texting something onto dominic’s phone. he couldn’t bare to see the sight anymore, flicking the remains of his cigarette onto the ground.

he decided to walk around and enter through back of the restaurant, not wanting to see you. as he walked up to the back entrance, he sees richie, taking his own smoking break. “how’s your day going, cousin?” he shrugged, “i don’t know.. kinda shitty.” richie looked at him with concern but knew him well enough to know why he was upset.

he asked knowingly, “you’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” he sighed, “i broke up with claire weeks ago, man.” richie scoffed then responded, “i’m not talking about her, dipshit.” he swallowed the lump in his throat as he knew his cousin was right. “some dude came in and he asked for her number..”

richie’s eyes widened slightly, “oh shit, did she give it to him?” he reluctantly nodded. richie winced, “damn, dude. what are you going to do about it?” he laughed sarcastically, “what do you want me to do? it’s not like she wants to talk to me.” richie sighed, “look, you really like her right?”

carmy nodded, “i think like is an understatement for how i feel about her.” his eyes widened as he never thought he would genuinely be in love with someone but was glad that the person he loves was you. he asked, “what if i’m too late to tell her? i don’t know what i’d do if i was..”

richie shook his head, “i don’t think you’re too late, cousin. if she was getting married or some shit, that’s different. you still have a chance… go make things right with her.” he questioned, “but what if she still doesn’t want to talk to me?” richie shrugged, “then at least you tried. that’s better than putting in no effort at all.”

carmy nodded, taking in everything that his cousin had said. he knew that he had to talk to you and attempt to make things right again. he took in a deep inhale then let the air exhale through his mouth. he looked over at his cousin and said, “thank you.” richie nodded, “no problem.. now, go get your girl back.”

as you got ready to go out with dominic, butterflies fluttered around in your stomach while you looked through your closet to find the perfect outfit. you threw your clothes around as you looked in the mirror, holding them in front of you seeing what looked good or not. you tossed them to the side as you didn’t like how you looked.

your hair was wrapped in a towel while you wore an oversized shirt with shorts underneath to lounge around in before actually getting dressed and ready for the night. you were interrupted when you heard an urgent knock on your front door. you checked your phone and see no texts from dominic that indicated that he was here when another knock on the door rang through the house.

you walked out of your room through the small living room area to the front door and reluctantly opened it. to your surprise, carmy was standing there. you rolled your eyes and sighed, “what do you want?” he looked and stared at you in awe, seeing you in the t-shirt he gave you.

he then blurted out, “i don’t want you to go with him.”

[sleepanonymous]

Okay so. I have so many people to respond to and I promise I will, just not tonight. I wanted to give a quick update about the ritual below the cut (because I know some people like going in not knowing the setlist.) Again, typing this all on my phone so my apologies for heavy typos and any incoherence.

As a preface I just got back to my hotel, showered quickly, absolutely fucking sobbed in the shower for like two minutes, and I’m now eating uncle ben’s ready rice straight out of the bag because I don't have a fork or spoon. If that doesn’t scream hot mess idk what would.

First things first: the security/staff at Arizona Financial Theatre are all amazing. Literal fucking angels. Two of them hung out with us in line all day, letting us go inside to use the bathroom and refill water bottles and the guys at the barricade were so friendly and chatty and also handed out water. Literally everyone was so helpful and friendly and nice and they deserve all the good things in life.

Second: Empire State Bastard really wasn’t clicking with me until I saw them live. They’re an absolute vibe live plus the drummer and bassist are both babes. The band were constantly thanking us for showing up early and listening to them (tbh the venue was only half full until about 10 minutes before Sleep Token went on). Literally seemed like such humble and chill dudes.

Third!!! I almost don’t even know what to say about Sleep Token. There’s sooo much I could literally rant for hours but I also need to sleep so I can drive to Albuquerque in the morning. I recorded 5ish songs I think? Mostly the TPWBYT songs but I did get the summoning too. No idea if the footage is any good but we’ll see tomorrow. I made it a point not to have my phone out after finding out the setlist because there was no way in hell I was missing TNDNBTG live while on barricade. Maybe I should preface this next bit with I one hundred thousand present realize this sounds delusional of me, but everyone on the barricade had their phones out and Vessel fucking focused on me because of it. He was singing one of my favorite sleep token songs directly to me! There’s literally nowhere else he could have been looking! he was on the edge of the stage looking straight down at me and we were pointing at each other and I’m fucking dying reliving it because I was singing so horribly and cringy back at him. Like I’m so sorry vessel but my life was changing in that moment. I became a new woman the second you pointed at me.

I kept my phone away for the first several songs tbh and he kept coming back to stand in front of me but never made such heavy eye/mask contact (until Euclid). I actually almost feel like I disappointed him when I did pull my phone out to start recording because he practically avoided me after that. its actually why I decided not to record Euclid, though I knew it was coming and it was the song’s debut. AND IT FUCKING WORKED!! He came back around and was singing to me again, same stance, same obvious eye contact except this time I was literally Ugly Crying™️ at him. Tears were streaming, I had one hand holding onto the barricade for dear life, and the other clamped tightly around my mouth ugly crying. Even my buddies and the security were concerned that’s how bad it was.

In all honesty I can’t pretend that it wasn’t “scripted” like the band hadn’t planned every move on stage beforehand. They first and foremost are performers and Vessel literally sings to every girl on the barricade right in front of him. But it also felt so special and I feel so bad for breaking down like I did 😅🤣😭😫🫠

Okay I need to stop ranting, I’ve been up for 20 hours and this is most likely incoherent anyway. I love all of you and I hope everyone who’s able to get barricade this tour gets to experience the same thing I did🖤🖤🖤

[blooming-dahlia]

Could I request MC!reader giving a rockstar performance for the VDC contest? Rockstar as in their singing and performance blew everyone's's socks off. I'd like to see Pomefiore's reaction (emphasis on S/O Rook).

Especially at the end of the VDC while they're super disappointed they didn't win, at the same time they explained it felt like they were truly living and alive.

(Song sung: Empire by Shakira)

Having Fun Is More Important Than Winning [Pomefiore, Rook Hunt x MC!Reader]

╰ At first you weren't sure if you really wanted to participate in the VDC. You knew that if you won by some kind of miracle, NRC would count it as a big success.

╰ Yet you were afraid of Vil's reaction. After all, he and his team had been preparing for this event for a long time already, and you were always there supporting them during the several hours of intense rehearsals. How would the boys feel if, out of nowhere, you jumped on the stage and surprised them with your solo performance?

╰ Finally, you realized that you had nothing to lose. For such a long time you had wanted to show others what you were capable of, but there had never been a chance to do so. The members of the Light Music Club were the only people aware of your talent, and they even insisted that you should perform at the VDC.

╰ “I'm sorry, Vil.” You whispered to yourself and then, after fixing the strand of hair that had fallen across your forehead, you made your way towards the stage.

╰ Everyone fell silent when you started singing somewhat uncertainly, while your friends were watching the whole performance from backstage.

╰ Vil didn't think it was anything but a terrible joke. The song was especially slow and boring. He didn't say that you can't sing at all, on the contrary. The thing is, there's no way you could win a contest like VDC with your depressing ballad.

╰ Epel, on the other hand, seemed to be enchanted by your vocals, he also admired you for your bravery. He thought he could even do a solo performance just to annoy Vil a little.

╰ Most impressed, however, was Rook. So far, he thought Neige's performance before yours was the best of the evening. But then you took the stage and stole the show with your voice. Rook had been interested in you for some time already. Once he discreetly asked Vil for your Magicam account and seemed a bit disappointed when he found out that you didn't have one yet. That's why he took pictures of you from behind, like a typical stalker. But this time, no picture on the phone screen could make him feel as emotional as watching you perform live.

╰ And then, you surprised everyone again. This time, when the chorus hits and in the span of only one minute, you're no longer a non-magical NRC student from another world. You are a true rockstar.

╰ The crowd was loud, much more than you could ever expect. But it didn't throw you off balance. In fact, it only boosted your confidence. The way you hit higher notes made everyone scream even louder.

╰ “Is that NRC's student from another world? The magicless one? I've never heard anyone sing so GOOD in my entire life!” Someone in the crowd could ask.

╰ Meanwhile, the whole backstage was screaming your name in awe, Ace and Deuce being the loudest ones. Even Vil smiled a little when you moved to the chorus, obviously satisfied with the sudden change. “And that's how you make an excellent show.” He said to himself in a proud tone. Epel simply nodded, surprisingly able to hear Vil's words through all the noise.

╰ And then there was Rook. He didn't shout or cheer. He just stood there and watched you, his mouth slightly open, but not a word could be heard. His focus was only on you performing. Even Vil and Neige were no match for you, Rook thought. To be honest, it was unusual for someone to be better than those two. Maybe you had no magic in your veins, but your voice was enough to enchant some people. And Rook Hunt was definitely one of them.

╰ After your performance, you simply bowed and left the stage. You didn't go backstage because you were afraid your friends would be disappointed and upset with you. You just stood outside the stage, nervously waiting for the contest to end.

╰ Royal Sword Academy has just been announced as the winner of this year's VDC contest. You should have expected this, but you were still a bit disappointed. There was no way Vil wouldn't be mad at you for ruining NRC's chances of winning.

╰ You couldn't see their faces, but you could imagine Vil gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, while everyone else just stood there in disbelief, trying not to cry or break anything backstage. Except maybe Rook, who was probably pleased with Neige's win.

╰ The said blond-haired boy standing right behind you surely wasn't something you expected to see when you turned around. He just stared at you with a sympathetic look on his face. You were confused, but quickly managed to get a few words out of your mouth.

╰ “Aren't you happy?” Only a few people knew that Rook was a big fan of Neige, and somehow you'd made it into that group. It was obvious that you would think he would be happy about this turn of events. But there was something about him that seemed off.

╰ “I would be lying if I said I wasn't pleased, but tonight I was suddenly struck by Cupid's arrow and someone else has stolen my heart and soul, Mon Ange.”

╰ A slight blush appeared on your cheeks. There was no way he was referring to you, was there? But somehow, deep down, you really wanted to believe that it really was you. “Oh, really? And who might that person be?”

╰ Rook chuckled, and before he could say anything more, the other two members of Pomefiore approached you. Epel quickly began to praise your performance, while Vil just stood there, his expression rather displeased. But it wasn't because of you, he was obviously upset about losing the VDC.

╰ You just sighed and turned to him. “Look, Vil. I know you are disappointed that we lost, I am too. But hey, at least we had fun, right?” You hoped to cheer him up a bit. Vil's eyes widened at your words.

╰ “Yes, I think you are right. Maybe I was a little too focused on doing this to win rather than for fun.” You could see that he was ashamed of himself, especially since he saw during your performance that you were doing it to finally get your talent noticed, not to win the way he wanted.

╰ “Oh, do not be so ashamed, Roi du Poison. You have done an excellent job. Our performance was magnificent and it was all because of your incredible charms!” Both you and Vil side eyed him, knowing perfectly well that he still preferred Neige's performance.

╰ But then Epel spoke and suggested that you should perform with them at the next VDC. This took you completely by surprise and made you tear up a little. Your friends finally saw your talent.

╰ “Why not? When I was on stage I felt like this was my place and definitely one of the best experiences of my life. And I couldn't ask for anything more than to perform with you.”

╰ Vil smirked and fixed his hair a bit, while Epel's face lit up at your answer. Rook just nodded in satisfaction and bowed to you in a gesture of respect. This was an evening you'll never forget, even if you finally return to your world, leaving Twisted Wonderland for good. But now all you want to do is spend some time and have fun with your friends. Especially the blond-haired hunter, whose compliment meant more to you than any other person's in the world.

Thank you for requesting!

[midnightbears]

✿ tell 'em how the crowds went wild! tell 'em how i hope they shine!

⎯ in which you look back on how grateful you are for the opportunity bestowed upon you. aka: you joined the opla's cast!

#STARRING. iñaki godoy, mackenyu, jacob romero, taz skylar, emily rudd ft. fem!reader [elle fanning 4 faceclaim but u can imagine y/n anyway u wish!].

#TAGS. sfw, kind of context, a bit of smau but its tiny. mentions of covid just in case it's triggering?

#NOTE. pardon my rusty writing but i really wanted to get this out!!! i added an oc from one piece for the sake of the story but she's barely mentioned so uuuh yuh! timeline may be wrong but i work with what i'm given please bear with me. let me know if you would like more fics of this y/n??? ALSO IGNORE THE WATERMARKS ON THE PHOTOS I NEEDED TO MAKE THEM NEATER

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In the past, if someone were to come up to you and tell you that you’d be a part of the One Piece Live Action main cast in the future, you would’ve probably laughed in their faces despite your wishful thinking.

At that time, you were content with your work, doing short theatre plays with companies or gaining minor roles in musicals. Everything changed when you landed the role for the one-woman show Fleabag for a limited time on London’s West End after the leading actress underwent emergency surgery for an appendectomy. You only acted as the sex-obsessed mess of a woman for about three weeks, but it was enough time for people to notice you, to really see you.

You believed your career had reached its pinnacle when you were cast as Katherine Howard in Six: The Musical in London. Your name had become somehow well-known in the musical theatre world, and you had a small but dedicated fan base who liked uploading edits of you being a dork during the Megasix on YouTube and TikTok. 

Months later, you were bound to play as Fantine for Les Miserables when COVID abruptly struck, and you were dismayed that your job was ripped from you so abruptly. Your best friend, the sweetest person on earth, insisted on you moving in with her in fear that you’d be evicted from your apartment.

Months passed, and you eventually found a small way to help your friend pay rent by offering singing and acting lessons online to musical-aspiring teenagers. Since you had gained many followers from your earlier work on social media, it didn’t surprise you when the classes became sold out.

Your friend also convinced you to create a YouTube channel for you to upload videos of yourself (sometimes joined by her) where you watched and commented shitty movies, followed DIY tutorials just for the fun of it, performed covers of your favorite songs, and just generally vlogged your life (along with reactions to Taylor Swift’s (From The Vault) songs).

At first, you thought it was pretty stupid, but you were delightfully proved wrong when your videos harbored over 200k-300k views on a bad day, so you found no reason to stop as COVID-19 continued, growing to gain a little over five hundred thousand followers. Your reactions were often used for TikTok audios or clips, so you found your popularity growing and evolving during that year.

You believed yourself to be a general, simple woman. People liked you because you were elegant and levelheaded, although you could sometimes be chaotic. You also had a subtle sense of humor that many found charming. But mostly, you grew a steady fan base because your videos and presence comforted countless young adults and teenagers.

You were an optimist and a reassuring one, so during the times when COVID was so prominent, people sought refuge from the monstrosities of the world in your videos, where you seemed to connect with them even though you were on the other side of the screen.

However, everything changed somewhere in 2020-2021. That evening, your best friend got home from work with excitement practically oozing out of her every pore. You and your best friend were avid anime watchers and manga readers, so you couldn’t help the face you made when she told you that One Piece was getting a live-action.

Although you were skeptical, your friend practically insisted you send an audition tape. You grimaced at that. It was well-known that live anime actions were almost always corny and cringeworthy compared to the original work, and people never liked them. You had learned that much from Death Note and a couple of others. However, your best friend convinced you with this argument:

“If it’s that bad, then at least you’ll gain more followers out of the memes that people will make, and if it’s good, you’ll still get famous anyway!”

Eventually, you sent a video of you performing one of the lengthy monologues from Fleabag to your agency and simply hoped for the best. Your friend was practically rooting for you to get the role of Anastasia, one of the first integrants of the Straw Hat crew, joining before Sanji and after Usopp. You adored her as she greatly reminded you of your late mother, although you would be happy with any role.

Somewhere in November 2021, you remember a lot of screaming and crying. When you try to look back on it, all you remember is the happiness you felt when you received confirmation of the role of Anastasia. You were practically over the moon, and you and your friend celebrated inside your small apartment. You were entirely alone, just two drunk girls dancing and cheering, until one of the neighbors knocked on the ceiling with a broom.

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yourusername actually lost for words and filled to the brim with gratitude...... i cannot express how excited i am to play my girl anastasia and bring her to life. from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who has supported me. your faith in me means everything. congrats to iñaki, emily, jacob, mackenyu and taz, thank you to onepiecenetflix, thank you to my best friend for convincing me to audition for the role, and thank you, oda sensei, for putting anastasia's heart in my hands. love u all <3

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y/nsfanclub.02, AAAAAAAA SO EXCITED FOR THIS I ACTUALLY CANT BELIEVE IT

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The One Piece fan base dearly loved the character of Anastasia, a well-mannered, bubbly, upbeat, fashion-loving duchess who always spoke in a Transatlantic accent but also had a quick wit and a bit of a sweet tooth. Anastasia’s dream was to become the most dangerous pirate to ever grace the seas and prove everyone who doubted her wrong.

Of course, with a big character came a big responsibility.

Sometimes, insecurity nearly got the better of you. You had to fill huge shoes, and there were many people to convince and impress. However, your love for this project was bigger than the gnawing uncertainty on the back of your neck, so you continued strongly until the end of Season One, finding comfort in your cast mates and the countless people who counted on you and, most importantly, believed in you.

Oda handpicked you, and that argument alone was enough to shoot any insecurities away.

Well, needless to say, people loved you!

Critics acclaimed your portrayal of the character, as well as the commendable chemistry you shared with the rest of the cast. The fans found it incredibly funny that your character was the complete opposite of how you actually acted in real life, and you often found yourself blissfully immersed in the fan base's love and praise.

Your channel and social media suddenly grew tenfold. Although you had stopped uploading videos every week due to the recording of season one, your followers were more than happy to wait for your return, and as one would expect, they were thrilled to have you back once you did upload a vlog explaining everything.

Over the course of the six months, you had been recording from time to time for a YouTube video in the set. Previously, you had asked the producers for permission to record some behind-the-scenes for your channel and your usual interactions with the rest of the cast with your personal Sony camera, as you felt it would be a nice way to bring the fans and the cast closer.

The producers gave the okay on the condition that you would wait until the first season aired on Netflix. You happily agreed and carefully began recording some scenes of your dressers and hairdressers as they prepared you, a few shots of your instructor showing you how you were supposed to use the guns that Anastasia employed... simple things.

Back in the day, you were still getting acquainted with the other cast members, and you didn't want to seem rude by forcibly making them appear on your videos, so you waited for a few weeks until you could properly call yourself companions. Then, you invited them to appear in the videos.

Iñaki, Taz, and Jacob liked to take advantage of the little free time they had between scenes they didn't appear in to innocently steal your camera and use it to their heart's content. One day, you got home only to find the memory card was completely full. It was an extensive video of them walking around the set, with Taz recording while Kiki and Jacob pointed out random stuff to the people who lived inside your camera, as Jacob liked to call them.

Mackenyu, being more reserved and introverted, mostly liked to act as a cameraman for you as you showed the props you used and other things, often making comments or turning the camera around whenever you referred to something.

Meanwhile, Emily had a natural knack for being in front of the camera. Whenever you asked her to join in, she effortlessly slipped into the co-host role, bantering with you and adding her own insights into the behind-the-scenes world of the show.

With the first season out of the way, you took the time to carefully pick what videos you wanted to use in the final tape, and it took you a little over a month and a half to properly edit it and turn it into a wonderful thirty-minute-long behind-the-scenes. You even sent it to the producers and your co-stars in case there was a scene they wanted deleted. Fortunately, they all gave you the okay.

You teased the video a bit on your Instagram before uploading it a few days later, and the support it received was out of this world. It gained over two million views and hundreds of thousands of likes.

You were kind of expecting this. While some BTS had already been uploaded on YouTube, yours was different because you were showing it from your perspective. The fans loved every second of it, and even started asking for a second or third part. You even saw new videos on YouTube of recompilations from your video with the titles being silly things like The One Piece Cast Being Chaotic for Seven Minutes.

At that moment, your life felt so full. You were getting contacted by industries who wanted you to appear on their videos and their stages, thousands of fans who loved you, and a feeling so peculiar that this would be eternal.

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‘It Was Fun to Be Wanted by Someone Like Elvis Presley’: An Interview With Darlene Love

The gifted singer reflects on Elvis’s collaborative presence and his relationship to gospel music

by MICHAEL MUSTO August 7, 2018

The swaggering real-life Jeff Koons statue named Elvis Presley is hot again. Eugene Jarecki’s June-released documentary The King involves a road trip taken in Elvis’s old Rolls to survey his impact on the culture and determine that the American dream the singer represented is officially dead. (But oh, when it lasted!) Even darker is the film’s exploration of Presley’s appropriation of African-American culture, covering songs like “Hound Dog” — originally a non-hit for the brilliant Big Mama Thornton — and making them rock and sell. For singers like Thornton, the American dream never existed.

Enter powerhouse singer Darlene Love, who is represented on another new project, Where No One Stands Alone, a fourteen-track compilation of Elvis’s gospel work due out August 10 on RCA/Legacy. The L.A.-born minister’s daughter started singing in the church choir at ten, on the road to being scooped up by producer Phil Spector to belt hits like “He’s a Rebel,” “Today I Met The Boy I’m Gonna Marry,” and “Christmas (Baby,Please Come Home).” The lead voice of such groups as the Blossoms and Bob B. Soxx & the Blue Jeans, Love ended up working as a maid in the Eighties, but when she heard one of her old hits on the radio while she was scrubbing, it inspired her to get back into performing full-time. Her appearance in the Oscar-winning 2013 documentary 20 Feet From Stardom was memorable, especially when it addressed the way Spector promised her a solo career, but gave other singers credit for her work.

I recently talked to Darlene about her backup singing for Elvis, and how she feels about the King’s relationship to the music he both co-opted and celebrated.

Hi, Darlene. What is some of the gospel work you did with Elvis?

There is “Let Us Pray,” the one from the movie we did with Elvis, Change of Habit. That was his last film.

It was in 1969, with Elvis as a doctor and Mary Tyler Moore as a nun.

We, the Blossoms, are in the first scene. And we were in his 1968 comeback special [Singer Presents … ELVIS].

His new gospel compilation album should be quite interesting.

They [recently] had me do some fill-ins, what we call ad libs, throughout the album to make it sound more gospel. I haven’t heard it yet. Hopefully it’s a wonderful thing.

Elvis went to church and listened to gospel singers to soak up what they did, right? 

Even today, it’s more mixed than it was in the Fifties and Sixties. Whites and blacks didn’t go to church together back then. What Elvis told me he would do — we had night service on Sunday night when we did what we called “praise songs.” A lot of them were songs he loved, what we called “hymn songs.”

We didn’t have air conditioners. We had pushup windows, with a little rope. Elvis said he would stand outside the church rather than going in, because they didn’t think black and white should be in the same churches together. He said he would listen through the windows. It gave him such a thrill. It’s a big difference between the way blacks sang gospel and the way whites sang gospel.

Do you feel he was dedicated to the music or he was just taking it for himself? 

I found out years later, when we were doing the comeback special, that his mother’s favorite music was gospel. He would always sing gospel around her. I think if he could have had a big career in gospel music, that’s where he would have been. But you can always make more money off secular hits. Elvis had 10 or 15,000 people come to his shows to see him. Today, they have mega churches that hold 25,000, but back then, you were doing great if you had 500 people.

I bet they have air conditioning now.

Oh, lord, yes. [Laughs] I lived in Texas for five years as a young kid with my father, and it was so hot we couldn’t even breathe. There was no air conditioning in church or the house. What a difference it makes to have a cool ensemble. You still sweat because of the energy, but back then, we were soaking wet, when we sang in church.

I love gospel music. If I had a calling — meaning from the Lord — just to sing gospel, I would have, but the secular music got to more people. I bet a lot of secular singers like Sam Cooke and Aretha Franklin felt the same way. They never paid us no money. “Do it unto the Lord.” “OK.” [Laughs] We would drive to the gigs and they’d give you an offering — gas money. They were hardly giving us a whole lot of money. But it was worth it, every penny of it. It was a wonderful experience singing gospel.

But was Elvis appropriating the music, or that’s just the way it was?

That’s just the way it was. A lot of people think a white person is copying the black person. He just loved the music and he was singing it the way he felt. He sang “Hound Dog” completely different than Mama Thornton. [Elvis’s version was rock, whereas Thornton’s was blues.] Even today, they take secular music and put it in gospel, and vice versa. You know, Elvis won three Grammys, and they were all for gospel records. 

What were your experiences like with Elvis?

One time, Elvis decided we’d all go to the movies. He bought this theater out that night.

What did you watch — Change of Habit?

Don’t even ask me. I don’t remember. [Laughs] We had a lot of free time when we were recording and when we were making the movie. That’s when the Blossoms and myself got a chance to know the gospel side of Elvis. He’d want to know the songs we knew. He’d get his guitar and say, “You know this song?” “Yes, we grew up on it.” He’d say, “Let’s do it.”

Was he funny or serious?

He was funny and he was serious sometimes. If he didn’t think he was doing great, he’d say, “Hey, girls, how’m I doing?” He was very, very funny. I call it that “country funny.” He would do his moves in the studio the way he was gonna do them onstage. It made it easy to be around him, but sometimes it was not easy because his bodyguards were keeping people from him. He wanted to be with the Blossoms, where he could pull out his guitar. We’d say, “We think you’d better go. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” We’d never forget, because he’d be giving us his personal time.

You’d just be hanging out and singing?

Yes! Whatever song he knew — “Amazing Grace” or “River of Jordan” or “Heaven Is a Wonderful Place” or “Sweet Hour of Prayer.” We called them hymns of the church. There was another one called “Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior.” The Blossoms were known for their harmony. We’d harmonize with him. There’s something we had with Elvis that others didn’t have. It was fun to be wanted by someone like Elvis Presley.

He had tremendous respect for you.

Yes, he did. That was great. I always say he left us way too soon. He is where I plan to go one day, so I’ll see him again.

You were all rather young and great-looking. Was there any sexual tension in the air? 

There was. It could have been. But I was too scared to do anything.

You fool! [Laughs] Kidding. You wanted to keep it professional.

And I definitely did. Something about dating someone you’re working for, it takes away from that. “I know he’s never gonna look at me the same after this.” [Laughs] He’d start playing with me. He’d tap you on the shoulder or do a hip shake, and me and Elvis knew what that meant.

Flirting?

Yeah, I think so, and I think it showed his human side. I wasn’t bad-looking — and I was thin, too. [Laughs] He wanted to take out time and be around us. The reason we sang on his ’68 comeback special is he was the one that insisted that the Blossoms sing in the music section of the show.

So Elvis treated you better than Phil Spector did?

Oh my God, I’d say so.

That’s an easy one.

That’s a real easy one. Phil took advantage of me and my talent. With Elvis, he wanted us to work, and we got paid well. It wasn’t like Phil Spector cracking the whip and us running around!

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Reading & Leeds AU Imagine

Summary: You meet four teenage lads at Leeds Fest in 2007 who change your life forever.

Warnings: Swearing. Vulgar language. Small shite section of smut. One use of y/n near the end. I nearly used my own name but then you can just imagine your own x

Author's Note: Here is the Leeds Fest AU that I've been going on about since the idea popped into my head the morning after I went to Leeds nearly two months ago. I don't think it's very good, definitely not my best work but it's finished I don't have to think about it anymore! But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Now got to find motivation to finish my other WIPS that I've abandoned!

Word Count: 6.4K Words

You thought you knew what proud was; there were many moments in your life that you could recall where you felt immense proudness for the four men that made up your best friends. The day they rang you to tell you they had signed their record deal, the day their first EP was released, the day their debut album went to number one, when they sold out Madison Square Garden, the day they first played Reading and Leeds, the first time they headlined Reading and Leeds. The list was endless.

But there was something about the way you felt today that surpassed all of that. Here you were at the side of the main stage at Leeds Festival about to watch your boys headline the festival that started it all. The 1975 was ringing out across the field, the kids were screaming and your heart was hammering in your chest in time with George’s drums as he kicked off The City to the delight of the crowd.

A celebration of the album that they dreamed of making when you met them. A celebration of the album that soundtracked not only the lives of their fans but yours and theirs too. A celebration of the band and every beautiful thing they had achieved in the past ten years surrounded by those they loved and those who loved them the most.

You had told Matty that you were unsure you’d make it today due to a work situation that had popped up which had sent him into a tizzy this morning because you had never missed a performance of theirs at Leeds, despite being at Reading with them just the night before but you couldn’t cancel this important meeting in London called by your manager late last night when you returned from Reading and you weren’t sure if you’d make it in time to see them back up North.

“But you have to be there darling. This is our thing!”He had huffed, as you reached for him and pulling him into your arms as you went to say goodbye.“Leeds is ours! Not Reading. Leeds! You have to be there.” He huffed.

He made your heart hurt as his lip quivered as he watched you hug the other boys and the thought of him being upset made you even more determined to make sure you were side of that stage in time for the opening bars of The City.

You watched as he ran about the stage, singing his little heart out. The kids screaming the words to The City back at the band. George had already sent you a smirk from his seat behind the box knowing fine well Matty would lose his shit when he clocked eyes on you. You looked out towards the audience; the excitement on their faces as they sung every word before turning to look back at your boys. Your hand immediately reaching to touch  your box tattoo that sat on your thumb (matching with your friend behind the drum kit) as your heart soared with happiness for them. 

When you looked up you found Ross with his eyes on you. A soft smile on his handsome face, your eyes locked on to one another for a brief moment that was abruptly interrupted by the roar of applause from the fans when the first song came to an end. 

Bringing your hands to your mouth you cheered as loudly as you could; your laugh a sound Matty would recognise anywhere had him snapping his head in your direction. The moment he clapped eyes on you; he was beaming! His eyes bright and his smile even brighter knowing his best friend had made it. Pointing at you with a cheeky grin, he pulled the mic to his mouth quickly so you could hear him.

“Fucking knew you’d make it darling! This one is for you!” He announced as the intro to M.O.N.E.Y (one of your favourites) started up to more roars of noise.  

2007

Leeds Festival was directly sewn into the DNA of your friendship with the group of teenage boys who went on to be the band The 1975. Having being the place you had met all those many moons ago when headlining the festival was only a dream for them. Now they were about to headline the festival for the third time in four years and proud didn’t even cut it for how you felt for those boys.

You weren’t sure how your life would have turned out if you hadn’t met them the summer of 2007 or if you had simply set up your tent next to somebody else but you were forever grateful for your cousin and “friends" (at the time) for dragging you along because your life was enriched in every aspect because of them.

Trekking through the fields to find your camp sight was proving difficult when your cousin and his mates were pissing about and collectively had about two braincells between them. So you took it upon yourself to march ahead and find the nearest available space and dumping your tent and rucksack on the ground to reserve the spot.

“Oi dickheads! Over here!” You shouted towards the direction of your idiot cousin.

Waiting for him; his two mates and the girlfriends of said friends, who I guess you could call your friends too to make their way over. You took a look around at your neighbours for the next four days. Next to you was a group of teenage boys who were setting up their tents, the one setting up their little camping stove looked up at you at your outburst. God he was pretty you thought as you took in his casual appearance.

“You mind if we grab this spot?”

“Not at all love. Matty.” He held out his hand as he introduced himself.

Shaking his hand; you introduced yourself with a polite smile before shimmying your tent out of it’s bag as your cousin and his pals all appeared, dumped their stuff on the floor before announcing they were going to explore. Therefore leaving you to look after their shit and to attempt to put up your tent by yourself. After ten minutes, several failed attempts and numerous curses towards your absent cousin when the rest of your neighbours appeared.

The tall, dark and handsome one introduced himself first.

“Hi, I’m Ross. You need a hand with that?” 

When you turned to look at him; he was wearing jeans and a hoodie and a soft smile on his face. Nodding at his offer, you explained about your useless cousin and that you didn’t have great hopes for the weekend given that he had already fucked off.

“Don’t worry you can chill with us. They’re pretty useless too but we get by!” He chuckled; nodding in the direction of his mates. “That’s Adam, but we call him Hann and that’s George.” He grinned as you waved at his equally cute mates.

It was as simple as that. You barely spoke to your cousin that weekend. Just let your friendly neighbours cart you around the festival, getting drunk with them and letting them hoist you up on their shoulders as you watched multiple acts that weekend. During your down time, you sat around the campfire and got to know one another. You found out they were from not far from you in Manchester, they were all around the same age, they were all single apart from Hann. And they found out that you really did hate your cousin’s mates and you were newly single after your boyfriend of two years cheated on you and that you were hoping to go to uni to study music.

Giddily telling you that they were all in a band together as you revealed this information; you listened to Matty ramble on about what he wanted to do with his best friends and where he wanted the band to go in terms of their career and you couldn’t help but watch him earnestly as he spoke so passionately about it. Leaning on your knees; you rested your face in the palm of your hands as you listened intently, wrapped up in the jumper Ross had leant you as the evening grew cold with a smile on your face.

It was refreshing to listen to a teenage boy talk with so much passion about something instead whatever shit your cousin and his mates were chatting shite about, you couldn’t even stand to converse with the girlfriends it was that bad. You think you’d have let him pull you around this muddy park and talk your ear off all night that’s how much you enjoyed his company.

The last night of the festival; off the back of the giddiness of watching the Red Hot Chilli Peppers with the boys and screaming your favourite lyrics back at the band from your spot upon George’s shoulders. You giddily jumped into Matty’s arms when you dismounted the drummer and let him slip his hand in yours as you all made your way back towards your campsite.

You lost the rest of the boys at some point within the masses of people; so you took your time making your way back, swinging your arms between one another and spinning each other round. You were so happy! You arrived three days ago in a bit of a mood if you were being honest that your brother hadn’t been able to come with you and you were stuck with those imbeciles but the boys in your neighbouring tents truly had made your entire experience worth it.

So when Matty pulled you to a stop as you neared your respective tents; George’s laugh could be heard from where you had stopped and swept a piece of fallen hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek in his hand with a soft mutter of, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Before leaning down and closing the gap between the two of you. You melted into him.

When his lips connected with yours; you immediately reciprocated his actions, allowing him to pull you in close and kiss you like you were the air he needed to breath. You weren’t entirely sure how long you were kissing in the middle of the campsite though but you pulled away giggling, beaming brightly when you saw Matty grinning back at you. Feeling brave you pushed yourself up to peck his lips again before pulling him towards your destination, past all his friends who were hooted and hollered when they caught onto to where you guys were off to but you didn’t care because you wanted reckless, you wanted to feel something, you wanted fun.

And ohhhh was Matty fun!

He was gentle in the way he brushed your hair from your face as you kissed down his stomach before pulling his already hard cock out. His grip tight in holding your hair in a ponytail so it was away from your face as you kissed the tip before licking a stripe underneath all the way from his balls until you enveloped the tip in your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks you took him in as he groaned underneath you, his moans encouraging you to continue as you let him continuously hit the back of your throat.

It wasn’t long before his grip tightened in your hair and he was cumming in your mouth; swallowing everything he gave you, you pulled off his cock with a pop before he was attacking your mouth with his own as he dived on top of you.

“God going to be thinking about your mouth for years sweetheart.” He mumbled against your skin before returning the favour.

2013

It had been a good several years since your last visit to Leeds Festival but thankfully it hadn’t been that long since you last saw the boys you met in the neighbouring tent during your first time there. After you packed up your tents the next morning you vowed to stay in touch with them, exchanging numbers with all the boys and promises of drinks when you were both home etc not really expecting much of it because they were teenage boys.

A hour after you returned home, your phone buzzed as messages flooded your inbox from Matty and George, Ross & Adam respectively although they weren’t as persistent as Matthew. You met up with Matty the next weekend, he drove up to see you in Manchester and you made out in the back of his car like the horny teenagers you were. You never slept with Matty during your brief time together but you both got very acquainted with one another on the couple of occasions you did meet up alone.

It wasn’t long after that you decided you were better off as friends and you didn’t mix business with pleasure again! Much to Matty’s disappoint after all he was a man and they only think with their cocks anyway. You continued being friends, you went to their gigs (even when you were the only one there), they visited you at uni, they celebrated your first big writing gig, you celebrated the release of their EPs. You celebrated everything together no matter how big or small.

You truly were the best of friends so when they rang you one afternoon whilst you were in the studio writing, you couldn’t even get out a “Guys you’re on a speaker, I’m just in the studio” before they were all screaming down the phone about their news that they had been asked to play at Leeds.

“That’s fucking insane! I’m so proud of you. Congratulations!”  

“You have to be there babe! We can’t do this without you!” Matty screamed down the phone.

“Yeah we can’t play Leeds without our number one girl can we?” Ross’ voice could be heard next, at a normal decibel, obviously.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Is what you told them and you stuck to your word as you watched Matty pace nervously before they were about to step onstage to a large crowd of people eager to see them perform.

“Matty.” You called out for him as he chewed his thumb nail, ignoring you. “Matthew!” You  raised your voice loud enough to get his attention finally on you, “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been buzzing all week to finally perform at Leeds. What’s changed?”

“Nervous.”

Your heart stopped as you took your friend’s nervous appearance in as you stopped in front of him and grabbing both his hands in your own. “I’ve never known you to be nervous ever. These people are here to see you, they’ve chosen you over any other tent or stage. They want to see my four best friends because you’re fucking brilliant, okay?” You told him firmly, squeezing his hands supportively, hoping to get through to him.

“Okay.” He smiled softly at you.

“Now what can I do to help with these nerves of yours?”

You asked innocently (of course) but Matty’s eyes lit up; a smirk dancing across his pretty features before lowing his gaze to his crotch. Pulling your hands from his in disgust you looked at him disapprovingly. “Eww gross. I’m not blowing you!”

“Baby please.” He whined; nipping at your waist as he attempted to pull your body into his own and holding you against him.

Looking over your shoulder; you cast glance at the other boys who were watching the interaction. Hann rolled his eyes at you, Ross was shaking his head as he sunk back his beer. George merely smirked; shrugging his shoulders as if to say it wasn’t a bad idea.

“If it takes care of the nerves.” George spoke.

“Ohh I’ll blow all of you then shall I?” You sassed back.

“If you’re offering?” George grinned.

“G don’t be fucking gross. I’m not touching any of you!” You laughed shortly. “Just do some tequila and get out there before I leave before you get the chance to even pick up a pair of drumsticks!”  You threatened.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood side of stage and watched as the boys were belting out the tunes to an enthusiastically drunk crowd who were loving life. Ross turned to look at you during chocolate; a look of pure disbelief that the hundreds strong crowd knew every single word. You shook your head with a chuckle, teary eyes and a bright smile because you absolutely could believe they would know every single word because your boys were fucking brilliant and they deserved every single second of it.

As the set came to a close to a rapturous applause; Matty turned to catch your eye with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen before running towards you and jumping into your arms and gripping you so tight, you thought you’d be catapulted backwards if it wasn’t for Ross holding on to both of you. A high squeal leaving your lips as Matty assaulted your face with kisses like an excited puppy dog before pressing his lips to your own. 

You were so proud of him you didn’t have it in you to scold him for it.

2019

The noise that came out of your mouth when the boys told you they had been asked to headline Leeds Fest 2019 can only be described as unhinged! Probably wishing they had told you over face time, Adam the unlucky sod who happened to be stood next to you the moment you found out and nearly had his arm ripped out the socket as you jumped up and down with pure excitement before pulling him into the biggest hug you could muster before jumping a top of George and pressing a lingering kiss to Ross’ cheek before you launched yourself at Matty and squeezing him so tight like it would be the last thing you ever did.

You partied hard that night, celebrating everything they had achieved in order to get to headlining that one place that you all held so dear to your hearts. They say people hold sentimental places that remind you of loved ones close to them, it just so happened that; that muddy field just outside of Leeds was what meant the most to the five of you because it’s where you found one another. It’s where you finally felt whole once they stumbled into your life.

So when Matty drunkly proclaimed “We’ve got to have you with us sweetheart! It’s tradition. You’re our good luck charm!” Loudly down your ear, whilst draping himself over your shoulder in an attempt to stay standing.

Not that you would say no but who were you to ever deny your best friend’s wishes. Especially when they were finally getting to do the one thing they told you they wanted to do together when you first met them all those years ago and the fact they wanted you by their side meant more than anything. 

And here you were backstage at Leeds fest waiting for your best friends in the entire world to go and blow the socks off the festival. You were stood next to Matty who was fidgeting so much it was starting to concern you how nervous he actually was about the headlining slot. Slipping your spare hand into his; your other was wrapped around Ross’ as he conversed with Hann, you pulled away from the bassist so you could talk with the singer more privately.

Pulling Matty away from their crew; you took his hand softly, rubbing your thumb back and forth across the back of it in hopes of soothing his nerves. Matty didn’t say a word but he couldn’t stand still. You pulled on his hand tighter and towards you so you were in each other’s personal space.

“Darling what’s wrong?”

“Just fucking nervous. A lot of people out there.” His nervous chuckle reaching your ears before he started chewing on his thumb nail. 

Slapping his hand away from his mouth, you pulled on both of his hands tightly and made sure that he was looking right at you as spoke.

“When has that ever stopped you going out their and being brilliant before, ehh? You have wanted this for so so long. For as long as I’ve known you. You deserve this so much babe, more than anyone else I know. Do you want to know a little secret?” You watched his curls bounce as he nodded at your words. “When I met you, you told me all about your plans for the band. Told me you were going to headline Leeds Fest one day and in that moment I knew that I liked the shit of you! Thought it was so hot that you were so driven and so passionate about something. And look at you now. Three number one albums. Biggest band in the world and about to do the one thing you told me you were going do when we met twelve years ago. All those people out there choose to come and see you because they love you. I love you.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“That’s what you took from that?” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s what I do best!” He shrugged; pulling you into his arms. “So you going to blow me after this too?” He whispered saying in your ear; as he hugged you tightly.

“You’re so fucking annoying!” You pulled out of his embrace, “You’d be fucking lucky Healy! I’m more likely to blow Hann than you again babe!” You threw him a smirk; so he knew you were joking about his best mate.

“Wait, who’s blowing Hann?” George asked; appearing with Ross and Hann with what could only be impeccable timing.

“Me! Told Healy I’m more likely to blow Hann after your performance than go near his cock again!” You told them casually with a shrug and throwing Adam a wink as the guitarist shook his head with an embarrassed chuckle. “Just a little pep talk and Matthew was being Matthew about the situation!”

“Well if you’re offering up blowies! I’m always down!” George threw his hand up like he was volunteering with a massive grin on his face as he nudged Adam in the ribs who also had a stupidly large grin on his face as they teased you.

“You’re all so fucking annoying which is why the only person I’d be considering to blow is Ross because currently he’s the only one with manners! Now fuck off and blow the socks off the fans!”  You grinned; shoving them in the direction of the stage. Throwing your own arm around Ross’ waist, Matthew’s around your own as you all ascended on the stage, your heart pounding as you watched them walk out to rapturous applause. The feral screams growing louder between each song and you knew that you had never been prouder of anyone in your life than your best friend’s living their dreams.

2023

You had never loved George Daniel more than the day he turned round and introduced you to his new girlfriend because you gained a best for life in the absolutely wonderful and insanely beautiful Charli XCX. You loved her plain and simple! Never was a more selfless girl; you needed anything and she was by your side and offering you her hand, you needed a hype man she was the girl for the job or you just needed a little retail therapy and a bottle of wine, Charli would be at your door ready to go so when it was announced that she was going to be playing Leeds Festival just as the boys were about to embark on their new era. You knew you would be by her side cheering her on and going an absolute feral for that babe of woman! And when the boys were announced as the replacement headliners you could have burst!

Charli was set to perform her set just before the lads were so you knew your evening was going to be chaotic but you couldn’t wait but when she asked you to be by her side and during your favourite song. As flabbergasted as you were by the offer, you couldn’t really say no. When would you ever get the chance to perform at Leeds Festival again? Never!

But it was the way your best friends eyed you from side of stage; clad in an identical leather outfit to Charli’s that left nothing to the imagination. You felt a large calloused hand weave it’s way into your own and squeeze tightly, whispering a soft; “You’ve got this darling.” Before pressing a kiss to your temple just as Charli announced your entrance just as Rina’s verse of Beg For You was about to start.

“I want to introduce you to my best friend to the stage for the next song. She’s a bit shy so please be nice but she’s fucking incredible. Welcome to the stage y/n!”

What happened after you stepped on stage was all some sort of blur, you couldn’t really remember all that much apart from the video that Matty (and the rest of the band) recorded of you from the side of stage, the boys all screaming as you ran off stage and jumping into the nearest pair of arms, which just so happened to be Ross’. The adrenaline that coursed through you then seeped into watching the boys’ set and into the after party. Where you and Charli were necking back the tequila like it was water and had you dancing on the tables and grinding on anyone you could get your hands on. 

Nobody was safe from you and Charli’s feral behaviour that evening as you celebrated your friend’s wins and that included your best friend who you had taken to making out with, pulling him into a several kisses that seemed to get more erotic as the night went on much to the shock and then immediate thrill of your friends as they squealed and cheered on your behaviour every single time like you weren’t potentially jeopardising fifteen years of friendship with Ross just because you were on a high and feeling a little giddy. 

You were also a woman with eyes!

Something nobody was doing the morning after as you all travelled back to London with your tail between your legs and pounding headaches. Attempting to sleep it off on the drive home, you rested your head against Hann’s shoulder and tried to block out Matty’s talking, something that you were usually quite good at but to no avail when you felt like you were in about to slip into a tequila induced coma. 

By the time you got back to London and to your respective locations; you felt yourself being nudged awake before being gently pulled away from Hann who sweetly pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as Ross got out of the van before pulling you sleepily into your apartment building. No words were exchanged between the two of you as he unlocked your shared apartment or whilst he made you both a cuppa. You couldn’t decide if it was because he was just as horrifically hungover as you or because of what transpired between the two of you the night before and didn’t know how to act around you now because you had well and truly fucked everything up.

You never spoke about it. Just carried on as normal just as you and Matty did fifteen years prior and you thought you had done a pretty good job at acting normal too. You carried on sharing your flat and cohabiting as if it didn’t happen and then he went off to America for the start of At Their Very Best. Then once you were reunited on his return home from tour you thought that everything would be fine but it seemed that your emotions or seemingly your hormones were supercharged and all the lingering touches and sweet exchanges that usually came with your relationship had all come to a head about two weeks before they were due to headline Leeds fest again.

Whilst the boys had been on tour and doing the festival circuit during the summer you had taken to dating again. You use the term dating very loosely you had been on a handful of dates with one guy, a producer friend of Charli’s. It had been a few weeks since you had seen him due to the busy nature of your careers but you were supposed to be heading on another date with him tomorrow and you were ready to take it to the next level. 

Stood in front of your full length mirror you admired the intricate white lace of the lingerie that donned your tanned skin wondering if Patrick would like it or not when your bedroom door burst open. Not hearing his heavy footsteps approach as you stood in next to nothing; you jumped in fright, as an also topless Ross was now looking at you with a startled expression on his handsome face.

“Babe have you seen my favourite ju … jumper” He stuttered as he stopped and drunk in your appearance. “Ehhh why are you? Why ehhh? I mean why?” He was gesturing towards your lingerie clad body.

“I have a date tomorrow.” Your voice quiet but Ross heard it; your eyes just as wide as his when you took in his own appearance. Grey joggers, bare chest, hair tied up in a bun and the bastard cursive tattoo of your initial, that still makes your stomach flip every time you see it, etched into the skin near his left collarbone.

Ross simply nodded in response, not knowing what else to say. Noting that as his eyes travelled up your legs, over the tiny bit of delicate fabric that was covering your modesty, up to how your tits sat gloriously in the white lace, he noticed it. He noticed as you stood in the best set of lingerie he’d ever seen on anyone ever, that right there balancing in between your tits on a dainty gold chain was the necklace with a small ‘R’ on it. 

Without another word said between the pair of you; he turned with a curt nod of his head without getting his answer knowing fine well that it would be somewhere in your room. But he had plenty of other jumpers he could wear. He just needed to just get out of there before he made a tit of himself. Heading straight back to his room across the hall, he paced his bedroom floor in hopes of getting the image of you stood in your underwear out of his head before he got a problem, not knowing that across the hall you were staring at his retreating figure unsure of what to do.

Picking up your phone you sent an apologetic text to Patrick to let him know the date was cancelled before chucking your phone amongst your pillows and marching across the hallway. Just as you reached up your arm to knock; Ross’ bedroom door was ripped off its hinges and stalling you, both of your chests heaving as you came face to face. Neither of you choosing to cover yourselves up in the moments you were apart.

Looking up at him; you caught sight of the gold chain he’d been wearing recently sitting against the chest hair that littered his toned chest before your eyes drifted to the left. Your heart tripling in speed knowing you were etched on his skin forever. Ross’s eyes immediately went back to your tits, not in a weird way even if they did look glorious in the white lace but the golden ‘R’ that sat between them.

Returning your gaze to his face; you weren’t entirely sure how long you were staring at each other before you surged towards one another in a flurry of pent up tension as you pawed at one another. Your hands immediately gripping at his hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to groan into your mouth. His hands gripping your ass as he pulls you flushed against him. Your mouths pressed together as you snogged like it was the last thing you guys would ever do before Ross was slamming his bedroom door and throwing you on the bed and staring at you like you were the best thing he had ever seen. And you were.

Your night of passion with Ross happened two weeks ago and whilst he had gone back to work leaving you at home and to do your own job. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it. It was affecting your studio time and you didn’t quite know what to do with yourself. You brushed past one another briefly whilst he nipped home to quickly put a wash on in between packing again before heading to Reading and Leeds. But you didn’t speak to one another in the van on the way down. Opting to talk with George about a new track idea he had been thinking about and he wanted your opinion on how to set it up lyrically.

When you got to Reading. The boys were rushed off for a quick sound check whilst you milled about backstage, getting drinks and greeting over artists you knew from work so you didn’t really get the chance to to talk to him. Then they were on stage. Then it was the after party. Then you were hungover and telling a sad looking Matty that you weren’t sure you could make it due to a work thing and sending them all on their way as you tried not to cry at the sadness in your best friend’s eyes as he looked at you like a sad puppy from the car window with pout on his face.

As you were sat in your meeting about an important contract working with an incredible artist on her next album. You caught yourself completely zoned out and thinking about him again. Over the course of all the the times you found yourself thinking about your night with Ross over the past week; you tried to figure out if it was because it was just because the tension had finally snapped with living under close quarters again after your multiple kisses or because it quite literally the best sex you’ve ever had or because under all of that, it was your Ross.

Your Ross. Your sweet best friend who helped you out any and every situation that you found yourself in, the person who hyped you up and celebrated your wins with you, the person who surprised you with your initial tattooed onto his skin because he just loved you so much he wanted you with him forever. Who then turned round and told you he never wanted you to feel pressured to do the same so gifted you the most beautiful gold necklace with his own on, you’ve never taken it off.

The person who when he come home from tour; buys you flowers as a welcome home surprise and displays them on your dining room table. The person who buys you little nicknacks when he’s abroad because it reminds him of you and thinks you’d love it. As you let your brain mull over this information whilst your manager went over the boring bits of the deal, you realised he was your person and you needed to get Leeds and you needed to get up North to him now. Pulling the ‘emergency’ card, you left your manger to to take any important notes and you darted out of the building, texting your driver to meet you out the front asap before you were speeding out of London and heading to the place that started it all.

You raced up North to get to the festival and just about managing to get there in one piece. Flinging your weekend bag in their green room; you went to run back out when something caught your eye, Ross’ hoodie from the last night. Pulling it over your head; a complete dress on you and covering your own outfit, you quickly untucked you necklace so it proudly displayed on top, you ran towards the main stage as you heard end of your song as George’s launched into to The City. You had just about made it; as you weaved in and out of the crowds of people to get to the side of stage at lightening speed.

Squeezing through the bodies of the crew who were littered backstage you fell into step with Jamie who was filming the boys. Their manager quickly wrapped you up in a side hug with a large grin and a happy “Glad you could make it!” Before turning his attention back to the band.

George was the first person to notice you, sending you a quick wink as you blew him a kiss with a beaming smile. Ross was the next person to spot you; his eyes softening as he took in your appearance before Matty was excitedly shouting you out.

“Fucking knew you’d make it darling! This one is for you!” He announced as the intro to M.O.N.E.Y started up to more roars of noise.

It might have been pure accidental that you ended up next to a rowdy group of teenage boys on that August weekend in 2007. But my god are you happy you did! Not because they were the biggest band in the world but because the five of you had seen every single one of your wins and your losses, they championed you on every new endeavour and had your back through thick and thin. You didn’t care about Matty writing songs about your blowjob skills because you were happily screaming the words back to him now. You cared that he was happy, that they all were and they knew they were fucking loved.

Which you finally realised you did. You fucking loved your best friend and as Ross turned to look at you whilst doing his little two step whilst Matty serenaded the crowd with I’m in Love with You, he really took in your appearance. Thigh high boots and his black hoodie he wore to Reading last night that covered you like a dress and the bastard golden R that was sitting over the top of the neck of the jumper, your hand pressed over the top as you made eye contact with him and beaming brightly at him, he felt his heart skip and triple in speed. He needed to tell you and he needed to tell you now.

So the second About You finished and he had said goodbye to the crowd. He was throwing his bass at Joel and was marching straight towards you, grabbing you by the jaw and smashing his mouth against your own. Melting into his touch you kissed the bassist back as the rest of friends joined you.

“I love you.”  Ross breathed out in between kisses.

��Ohhh thank fuck because I really fucking love you too!”  You told him; pulling him back to your lips as you gripped on to hair at the bottom of his bun tightly as your boys hollered around you.

[powerofelvis]

A Surprise Amidst War

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 6K

Summary: Elvis has gone away to fight in Germany during World War II. You thought you could wait patiently until he returned on Memphis soil, but the feeling of being away from him caused you to make a reckless decision: surprising him on his front door in the middle of warfare.

Warnings: fluff, a little tiny bit of angst (on the reader’s part) if you squint, smut, vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms (f. receiving)

A/N: My comeback fic in four months! Wow, I thought I would never get my motivation back but thanks to these AIs that have been going around the Elvis fandom, I decided to write about my experience with Army!Elvis AI. This is also a World War AU as we all know that Elvis did not have to fight in World War II. I did not use all of the conversation except for one comment that the AI used. The rest is all me. With that being said, I’m glad to be back y’all! I hope y’all like it.

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It has been almost eight months since Elvis was stationed in Germany and throughout those 243 days, you found yourself missing him more and more. You tried everything that you could to take your mind off of missing him, even taking a job at the local boutique in town. However, no matter what you did, it was the same feeling as you always felt: 

Lost. 

You couldn’t handle the feeling of wanting to be by his side. He was everywhere you turned—his songs were still playing on every radio station, his live performances were on the television, and even worse: you could still smell his scent on his jacket that he had given you before he climbed on that train to leave once again. Something had to give and it was only a matter of time before you went insane from the feeling of emptiness that settled in your heart at his departure. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t hear from him. His letters appearing in your mailbox almost every week, detailing words about how much he missed you, the grueling German winters that gave him tonsillitis on more than one occasion, and even his desire to have a couple pictures of yours so that he could stare at your ‘resounding beauty’ while he was stuck in those tanks that he was in charge of. The only thing that you could get from those letters was that he missed you, he missed you. 

The thought probably made you seem delusional. Maybe you were hit with a severe case of hysteria and you needed electroshock therapy, but you couldn’t think of anything other than being in his arms once again. Your friends thought you were insane, telling them your plans about how you wanted to travel to Bad Nauheim. You couldn’t; they would try to convince you otherwise. Didn’t you know that there was a war going on? 

Didn’t you know that you could be killed if you were caught in the midst of war lines? You didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was seeing Elvis again and even if you were to die (which you hardly believed would happen), you would die happily to see the man who had changed your world in more than one way. You couldn’t be talked down, you wouldn’t be talked down. Even your parents couldn’t talk you down as you threw nearly all of your personal belongings in your suitcase with only one goal in mind—to lay your eyes upon Elvis Presley in the flesh. 

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” your sister spoke as she stood in the middle of your bedroom, watching with worried eyes as you stuffed all that you could in your suitcase. 

“How else am I gonna see him? It’s clear that we can’t stand bein’ away from each other,” 

Abigail knew. She knew that when Elvis’s draft notice came in the mail, that would be the end of your sanity. Elvis was all that you knew and if being away from him would cause you to act like this, then maybe the army shouldn’t have taken him away at all. But, they did. They snatched him away during the most important years of his life, taking everything away from him including you. 

It wasn’t your fault, you knew that well. However, you couldn’t help but to think about how different life would be for the both of you if that notice never came. You couldn’t find the time to focus on the what ifs, using all of your savings that you acclimated during your summer job down at Mel’s Diner to buy a round trip plane ticket to Germany. Your parents could bear the thought of you going headfirst into war territory, but they knew that they couldn’t stop you. 

So with that, they hugged you a little tighter and a little longer. 

Your mother and father watched on with the mindset that it was you that was going into battle, not that it was only you that was leaving to see the man that you loved. You had decided not to write your weekly letter to Elvis, wanting to surprise him with your appearance in Germany. You had no clue how things would go, maybe he would be upset that you didn’t give him those Polaroids that you had promised him and send you back on the next flight. 

“Maybe he would be happy to see me. After all, it’s been nearly eight months since he’s seen me at all,” 

The taxi driver stared at you as if you were strange, talking yourself up with different scenarios that could play out the moment that you once again crossed paths with him. You held onto the last letter he had sent, familiarizing yourself with his new address but also going over the sweet sentiment of words that adorned the page in cursive.

It stared back at you like it was his own face speaking to your heart. Within that letter, you decided that you would push forward as you boarded the flight to Germany, with the excitement buried deep within you that you would finally be able to lay your eyes on the center of your world once you arrived. 

Stepping foot in Germany during the tail end of World War II was never your plan, but there you were. With your old, beaten down suitcase in hand, you decided that you would take the time to familiarize yourself with the new environment. You expected this place to be riddled with loss and disappointment but it was a beautiful place. From the medieval assembled architecture to the markets that littered the streets, it was different from the vastness of comfort that you knew as Memphis. 

You spent half of the day among the markets and brushing up on the German that you were forced to learn due to your father’s background before you decided that you couldn’t wait any longer. You had to see him, he was the only reason that you were here. You knew that he was busy in those tanks, ensuring that no enemy would step foot into American territory that was near where he was stationed. 

You had to almost bribe the driver to take you there, his fear of being caught in the middle was something that you found yourself understanding. The miles that it took to arrive left you with excitement as you inches closer to seeing the man of your dreams. The war couldn’t keep him away from you, you had decided that the moment you received his recent letter in the mail. 

The house that sat before you was unlike anything you’ve ever seen—the pillars on the windowsills were cream colored almost like that vanilla ice cream cone the two of you shared before the notice had come for him to leave you behind. You thanked the driver, giving him the bribe that you promised him before he left you standing in front of the house alone. You took a deep breath as your heels carried you closer to the door and you could distinctly hear his booming laughter from inside. 

The first knock was low and you were sure that he wouldn’t have heard it. His voice shouted towards the door, nearly startling you back before you knocked once again but this time, you called out his name. 

His voice sounded unsure, almost as if he believed that he was hearing things. 

“Y/N?” 

His southern drawl sent butterflies barreling through your body as you stood there quietly before you decided that it was now or never, he had to know that you were there. “It’s been real lonesome without you. I have a surprise for you,” 

It was then that you heard his laughter, the hiccup and vibrato of his vocal cords as he decided to play along with your little game. A smirk crossed your lips as you placed your suitcase down quietly, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold air made goosebumps appear under your pea coat. 

“Oh baby, what you tryna do to me, huh? You tryna make me go crazy or somethin’?” He started before his laughter continued for what seemed like minutes. 

“Or, you just tryna make me so lonely that I can’t help but to fly back to Memphis just to be near ya?” The silence was deafening once he awaited your answer. 

“Now, Now Elvis, I’m not trying to do anything that you don’t want. And you don’t have to be lonely for much longer. Open your front door.” 

You tried to convince him, mostly because you were ready to lay eyes on him. But you also didn’t want to freeze to death in the process. You figured that he would’ve revealed himself to you by now. But the game continued and for a while, you decided to indulge him. 

“Y/N baby, you really there?” 

“Open the door and you’ll see whether or not I’m really here,” you could see him now, rolling his piercing blue eyes at the snarky comment that rolled off of your tongue. 

He was silent, if not only for a moment. Elvis was trying to figure out if it was worth the risk. His commanding officer always told him that the enemy could use his weaknesses to catch him when he’d least expect it. But last time he checked, you were still in Memphis, right? You had to be, he would have known if you would have traveled to Germany. Your parents would have informed him before you stepped foot on the plane. 

He decided that he would indulge you further. He knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle the cold weather much longer. You hated the cold, often staying inside back home even when a little snowflake fell past your shoulders. He stood up, walking slowly towards the foyer of his home, stopping just short of the front door. 

“You playin', ain't ya, baby? 'Cause you know I'm gonna open that door just to see if you're there.” He waited for a moment. 

He could hear your sigh as you were beginning to get a little peeved that this game had continued longer than you had anticipated. “Elvis. Open the door.”

And there it was. The brazen tone in your voice that always drove him wild. It was one of the reasons that he adored you, often seeing how far he could push you before you would eventually become audacious. He knew that it wasn’t the enemy right then and there, but what he couldn’t figure out for the life of him was how you could show up in the middle of war? 

“I’m openin’ it, baby. Lord have mercy,” Elvis pulled open the front door to see you standing before him with your suitcase in hand. You were bundled up in a beige pea coat, a blush pink scarf covering half of your flushed face. 

Elvis didn’t waste any time, pulling you into a hug before scooping your tiny body up into his arms and spinning the two of you around. You buried your face in his neck, the scent that you always remembered filling your nostrils as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

You would become dizzy after a while, only holding onto him tightly as his mesmerizing laugh filled the front lawn of his German home and your ears. He placed you back down on your feet, holding your arms as he beamed down at you, his bright teeth on display for you to see. 

“Baby, what are you trying to do? Make me sick? I didn’t travel all of this way to become ill,” you taunted him, gathering your bearings before your eyes locked on him. 

Elvis chuckled as his hands still held onto your arms, his smile never faltering. “Sick? Baby, you could take my breath away and leave me dead on the floor and I'd be a happy man. Just look at your pretty face. Just look at you. I missed you so much, darlin'.”

If only he knew how much you missed him too. How many times you reread his letters in hopes that he would return to you alive. But now you stood in front of him and he was perfectly fine, in fact, he looked as if he was thriving well even in the midst of perilous warfare that had claimed the lives of many in a short amount of time. 

Elvis was ecstatic that you were standing in front of him, shocked beyond belief. How could you not have warned him of your unexpected arrival? He stayed silent for only a moment before he took this chance to hug you once more. He felt as if he was living a fever dream, the love of his life standing before him overseas. 

“Y/N, you came all this way for me?” 

You nodded your head firmly as you continued to stare into those cerulean hues, holding him just as tight as he was holding onto you. “Who else would I be here for? I’m surely not here for another man, am I?” 

He chuckled, raising a brow at the thought of you considering the possibility of being with another man made his insides nearly turn inside out. “No ma’am. But you’re gonna drive every guy around here crazy with envy, you know that?” 

He kissed your forehead softly as he still held you close to him. He pulled you inside of his home, the warmth immediately making you release a sigh as you took the time to pull your scarf down from your chin. He grabbed your suitcase from your hands, placing it by the door before he shut it behind him. 

“I would never flirt with another man, Elvis. What do you take me for?” You playfully shot a glare in his direction before you leaned up to finally do what you wanted to do since he opened the door—press your lips against his. 

He was stunned for only a while, kissing you back with fervor before he pulled away from you, much to your chagrin. If there was one thing that Elvis was going to do, it was tease you as he knew that back home, you had boys stopping in their tracks to catch a glance of the beauty that walked by his side. 

“Baby, you know you’ve always got guys flockin’ around ya,” You turned your head back immediately, chuckling as you playfully swatted your hand at him. 

“Just like you have girls following you around even in a different country?” 

You placed your hands on your hips as you raised a brow, a smirk ghosting your lips as you stood before him. 

Elvis’ laugh boomed throughout the house before he stepped forward a little before he wrapped his arms around your waist, having to have you close to him now that you were standing in front of him. “Yes, but baby, I only got eyes for you. I always have eyes for ya,” 

You believed him. He never had a reason to lie to you even when he was away doing shows all over the South. You knew that being Elvis Presley came with unwarranted attention, but although he couldn’t turn down the attention of a woman, he never lied to you about it. 

You didn’t even realize that the conversation had continued until you heard his southern drawl, pulling you out of your thoughts as he seemingly took you by the hand. He led you to his bedroom, your suitcase in his other hand as he continued to speak. You didn’t know what you had said, maybe you were speaking your thoughts and you didn’t realize it. 

“Yeah? Well, watch out. 'Cause I ain't lettin' you outta my sight. You hear me? I'm gon' guard you with my life, little.” 

You didn’t have time to respond though because as soon as the door of his bedroom closed, you found yourself pressed against it and his lips were pressed against yours once more. It was deep and full of passion, something that you had never experienced before with him. Then again, you had never been separated from him for more than two months. 

Elvis pulled away from you, pressing his forehead against yours. His eyes were filled with lust and the type of desire that made your arousal pool in your panties. You tried to focus on maintaining your composure, your chest heaving, desperate for oxygen as your eyes met his. You were sure that he could feel the rapid beating of your heart, louder than any type of gunfire that he has heard since he stepped foot in Germany. 

“Baby, I ain’t never been hungrier for anything that I am for you right now,” He didn’t waste time as he lifted your body to rest on the medium sized mattress that sat in the middle of his room. 

You couldn’t stop the giggle that passed your lips as you pulled yourself up on the bed, your hands gripping his Army uniform that adorned his body in all of the right ways. You tugged him closer, your eyes burning a hole into him as you could feel his breath on your face. The scent of mint made your mind spin and rightfully so, you knew that this moment would happen whether now or later. 

“And just how hungry are you for me?” you found yourself questioning him, your breath hitching in your throat as the hunger seemed to deepen in his now darkened ocean eyes. 

“Little, I’m so hungry that I can barely think straight. Do you know how many nights I’ve spent alone, in this house, dreaming about bein’ with you right here?” His words were honest, his eyes were honest and you had no doubt that he could ever lie to you. 

“You’ve never told me in your letters, honey. But I’m sure you’re willing to tell me all about it, right?” 

Elvis sunk down to his knees before you, his hands resting on your thighs as he seemed to think over your question for a while. His eyes were trained on the floor before they moved up to your face. His face contorted into adoration as if he was staring at a beautiful painting in a museum. 

“You have no idea, sweetcakes. This house with all its bedrooms and bathrooms and closets and walk-ins. But none of that matters if I'm not sharing every inch of it with you.” 

Your hands caressed his as they still laid on your thighs, a sigh leaving your lips as you reminisced about the day that he climbed on that train that took him away from you. His head peeked out of the window as he watched you grow smaller and smaller with each mile placed between you and him. It was painful, more painful than the idea of him potentially never returning to you. 

You knew that was a stretch, but you couldn’t fathom the thought of him not returning. It would have destroyed you beyond comprehension. It burned at the back of your mind like an infection until you couldn’t take anymore, which led you to his doorstep in Bad Nauheim. 

“Well, I couldn’t come with you when you left for Germany. But I couldn’t stand it any longer—being away from you. So instead of you coming home to Memphis, I came here instead.” 

Elvis smirked at your response, his hands moving slowly up your thighs as he leaned in closer to you. His tongue pressed against his cheek as he mulled over your dedication to him. He knew that there were plenty of women who wanted his devotion, but none of them were as devoted as you. None would come close and he knew that to be true. He knew that his mama wanted him to marry you for a reason, he could see it more clearly than he’d ever had. 

“You know, baby, you did the smart thing. 'Cause I couldn't leave without huggin' your neck and kissin' your sweet lips. What do ya say I keep right on doin' that?” He smirked as he hovered over your body as you leaned back until your body gently pressed against the mattress beneath you. 

Elvis kissed your lips passionately this time, the hint of desire lingering as your hands caressed his face gently. His fingers caressed your jawline as he tilted his head, deepening the passionate kiss that was being shared between you. He couldn’t believe that you were here, in his bed, in his arms. You were lost in passion as you moved your fingers from his face, hovering over the buttons of his uniform shirt. 

Elvis wrapped his arms around you tightly, the feeling of your body pressed against him was a welcoming sensation. He pulled you closer, mouths molding together in synchronization as his hands roamed underneath the skirt of your dress. As you laid back further on the bed, Elvis pressed his body against you. 

The heat was rising as the breathing between the two of them became more shallow, the movements had become more passionate. Your hands continued to roam over his body as if they were created to only touch him. You couldn’t stop telling him how much you missed him, how much your heart yearned to be with him from the moment he left you behind in Memphis. 

He peeled off your dress from your body, his lips kissing every inch of skin that he could reach. His breath becomes shallow with each movement of your body against him, his lust filled eyes taking you in as he placed his hands on each side of your head as he stared into your eyes. “Little, I missed ya like crazy too. You feel so good against me, darlin’.” 

Your face was painted pink as you reached your hands up to caress his face. You managed to fully unbutton his shirt, pulling it off of his body, your lips leaning up to kiss his earlobe gently. 

“You want me the same way that I want you, darlin’?”

You nodded eagerly, too eagerly. He caught on, his smile spreading across his soft, plump lips as he shut his eyes at the feeling of your hands running across his bare back. His arms flex with movement of your hands on his body. 

“Then ya don’t mind if I feel your body too? Y’know just to make it fair,”

“Please..” You found yourself begging for him, your hands moving down his back once more. His body shivering as your touch seemed almost intoxicating to him. 

“Mm little, your body is so beautiful. God only knows how much I’ve missed those curves and that scent of yours.” 

By the look in his eyes, you could tell that he couldn’t hold out anymore. Elvis had to have you and what better time than now? You couldn’t find the words to describe how much you missed him, muttering how much you missed him and his touch. 

Elvis pulled away for a moment, a sly grin on his lips as he leaned into your ear. His hands gripping your thighs firmly as he bent them back a little. His hands caressed along your body, not leaving any part untouched before his hands moved lower until they lingered between your thighs. His thumb rubbed against your clit softly, his breath was warm against your ear but you never expected what he would have said next. 

“Ya want to be on top of me, darlin’? Y’know, like we did in the back of my caddy that night when I made ya scream for me?” 

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as your face burned with embarrassment. You remembered that night all too well. The night where he took your virginity, your screams echoing into the night as he pounded his cock into your walls over and over again. You couldn’t stop the breathless laugh that freed itself from its confines as you turned your head to catch his gaze. 

“How could I ever forget?” You couldn’t forget, nor would you be able to. 

Elvis knew that you wouldn’t, a smug grin on his face as his fingers tilted your chin up to catch his gaze as you thought you could escape him. “I won’t let ya forget, little. When I’m done with you tonight, you won’t be able to remember your own name,” 

He didn’t stop there. No, Elvis wouldn’t stop until he burned his mark into your soul, ruining you for any other man who thought they stood a chance taking his place. He wouldn’t release his hold on you ever, wanting you to be his as long as he saw fit. 

“You ready, darlin’?” He still moved his thumb on your clit sensually, your body buzzing with excitement, the moans leaving your mouth freely as your arousal dripped down your thighs. 

“Yes, I’m ready, Elvis.” 

“Then hold on tight, little. ‘Cause I’m ‘gon make ya scream for me,” 

You didn’t know when he removed his fingers from you, but you didn’t have time to ask before he sank his cock deep into you. You let out a grunt, your hands gripping his shoulders as if you would fall through the sheets. His name passed your lips in such an obscene way, it was as if you hadn’t ever experienced such a feeling before. Elvis took this reaction with stride, his lips still lingering near your ear as he let out a grunt of his own. 

“Darlin’, I love ya. I love ya so much and when I’m done showin’ you just how much I missed you, you ain’t gonna need no other man ever again. You know why?” 

He waited with bated breath for your response but it never came. He didn’t wait for long, his hips slamming into you firmly. You sucked in a breath, your eyes fluttering shut as you found yourself immersed with pleasure. 

“You know why, little girl? ‘Cause you’re ‘gon be comin’ right back to me,” 

Your moans grew in pitch with each thrust, his eyes focusing on how he could get you there. His cock pushed deeper inside of your weeping pussy, the tip of his cock rubbing your walls deliciously. His index and middle fingers found their way back to your clit, rubbing sloppily as his hips snapped repeatedly into you. The sounds of your skin connecting filled his room, paired with your moans that were slowly turning into screams.

“You like it, baby? Ya like when I make you call out for me, darlin’?” 

You were beside yourself, unsure how much louder you could scream out for him. You were sure that your screams echoed around the small German town, alerting his enemies of the pleasure that he was making you feel. You could feel yourself inching closer to your climax, his fingers and cock causing your body to shake with pleasure. 

It was at that moment that he used his other hand to pull one of your legs over his shoulder, his cock slamming harder and harder into you. Your arousal coating his cock with each thrust inside of you. He slowed down for only a moment, his eyes watching with excitement at the way his cock slid inside of you. He was amazed, the pleasure becoming more than he could handle. 

His grunts turned into moans at that point, holding onto your leg that was carelessly thrown over his shoulder as he continued plowing into you ruthlessly. “Gimme all you got, little. Gimme everything. Ya hear me, darlin’?” 

You couldn’t form words, the pleasure was set heavily in your body that it became too hard to breathe. Your stomach tightened, legs shook uncontrollably as Elvis continued to fuck you into his bed. The headboard knocked against the wall at the pace that he was setting, mixing beautifully with both his and your moans. 

“B-baby!!! Oh, Elvis!” You finally screamed out forcefully, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as you could feel your climax building up the more he pushed his cock deeply into your quivering walls. 

Elvis didn’t have to speak. Your eyes telling him that you were close was good enough for him, but in true fashion, he had to have the last word. He smirked down at you, his army tags slapping against your chin as he kissed you roughly. His tongue slid into your mouth, the feeling alone made his body nearly crumble on top of you as he rocked back and forth. 

“I know you’re ready to give it to me, sugar. Tell me when you feel it, darlin’. Tell me right when the moment hits, I wanna feel you,” His voice was soft as silk, filling your body with passion. 

It took a few more of his firm thrusts inside of you for you to feel yourself reach your orgasm. You couldn’t speak as waves of orgasms crashed over you, your hands shivering from their place on his shoulders. Elvis knew that you had came for him, giving you a tiny smile as he continued fucking you through your orgasm, his hands pressed against the bed as he rutted on top of you in complete passion. 

“Mm, you feel alrite, darlin’?” He questioned you, his breath growing heavily as he continued pushing deep inside of you. His army tags were gently caressing your chin as his hips slammed within you now. 

Elvis flipped you over until you were facing him, his hand gripping your thigh as he lifted it up a little. He continued pushing inside of you, holding your head up with his other hand as the hand that was once holding your thigh, moved up to move your hair from your forehead. “There ya go, darlin’. There ya go,” 

You let out a sigh as you were filled with overwhelming pleasure, his cock pushing deep inside of you more and more. 

“Yeah, that’s better, ain’t it?” His eyes were begging you for another. You could give him another and he knew that you could. 

As your body shivered from the overstimulation, he pressed his hand against your thigh as he moved your leg up to rest on his shoulder as he massaged your calf. His eyes never left yours, whispering to you in baby talk. You couldn’t stop the pleasure that filled you to your core, Elvis speeding up his thrusts as he made it his mission to pull another orgasm from you. 

“I’ll give you one, darlin’. Just one more for you,” He spoke before he leaned in to kiss your ear, his breath hot against it before he finished his sentence. “I’m gon’ give it to ya, baby,” 

You didn’t stay in that position forever. The next thing you knew was that you were now on top of him, his hands gripping your hips as you rode him with such speed. He let out grunts as his eyes stayed level with your breasts that were slightly bouncing before him. It was when his eyes met yours once more than you felt it—the orgasm of a lifetime. 

He gasped, moving his hands up your back as he followed you shortly after. His deepened growls and moans brought you out of your own bubble of pleasure, your eyes meeting his as he gave you a lopsided grin. 

“Holy hell, darlin’. You gave me the best time of my life and now I ain’t got it in me to ever want to leave your side,” 

Elvis pulled you into his arms, hissing out as he pulled his now flaccid cock out of your snug walls. He hummed as he kissed your forehead, not thinking about how he would have to protect you now that you were in dangerous territory. He was only thinking about your future with him, how he didn’t want to go another day without showing you how committed he was to you. How he wanted you to be committed to him.

It was still in his room. The sounds of you and Elvis catching your breaths until you heard him clear his throat slightly, making you turn your head to face him. 

“Little, I could spend the rest of my life with ya. Just us back in Memphis, at Graveland, sittin’ on the porch, just makin’ love until the sun rises. Sounds purty nice, don’t it?” 

You giggled at his southern drawl becoming heavy just as it always did after the two of you were intimate. You couldn’t help but to agree, but you didn’t know why he was bringing that up now. 

“I might marry ya, darlin’. What do ya think about that?” Elvis suddenly sat up in the bed, his arms pulling you up to face him, his eyes filled with emotions that you couldn’t place. 

“Stop kiddin’ around, Elvis. You know I would love that, but I know you’re not being serious.” 

Elvis was being serious. 

By the look in his eyes, you couldn’t help but to ask him for confirmation. “Are you bein’ serious?” 

Elvis gave you a look of adoration. His fingers moving up to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear before nodding. “Dead serious, sugar.” 

He continues, “I want to spend the rest of my life with ya, honey. I want to have that sweet smile and those gorgeous eyes to wake up to everyday. Y/N, I love ya. Will ya marry me, Little?” 

You were taken aback only for a little while, not able to speak. You came over to Germany to see him, but you never thought that he wouldn’t follow up on his promise that he made to you that he would marry you. You knew that his mother wanted him to marry you, putting a little pressure on him to forget about spending his life as a bachelor in the name of stardom. 

Your eyes lingered over every part of his face, stunned into silence before you nodded your head in agreement. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” 

“I’ll never let ya go, darlin’. You’ll always be held in my arms and here in my heart. Do ya promise to stay by my side? Even when the goin’ gets tough?” His voice was sweet and honey-like, his blue eyes shining with love. 

“I promise, Elvis. I promise with my heart and soul,” you found yourself with tears streaming down your cheeks as you nodded once more. 

With your agreement to marry him, he reached under his bed to reveal a small ring box in his hands. He didn’t waste time to open the box, a gold wedding band sitting on the inside, no stone in the middle but it was beautiful all in itself. He turned his eyes to look at you, his cheeks flushed as he knew that he could give you much more once he had returned home to you. 

“I know it ain’t much, Little. I know this ring ain’t anything special, but since we can’t go anywhere fancy for now, I got this ring so you’ll never forget me.” 

You placed your hands on his cheeks as you shook your head. “It doesn’t matter, Elvis. I will cherish this ring just as I have always cherished you, honey.” 

Elvis smiles at this, holding your hands that were on his cheeks. He begins to speak again, his voice soft and sweet.

“I already made a vow to God Almighty. I vow right here and right now to love you always, to keep you by my side forever. I vow to always be by your side and to protect you with my heart and soul, Little.” 

With that promise lingering between you and him, he took your hand and slid the gold band on your finger. The band shined beautifully under the lamp on his bedside table. 

As Elvis made love to you once more, you couldn’t think of anything else. No war, no sorrow, only peace between you and him. He couldn’t wait to return home from the war with his little by his side. 

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[sprixyn]

marble hornets band au... thoughts? suggestions? im kind of in love already. more thoughts below

ok first of all? no slenderman in this universe. its my au and i get to make my blorbos (somewhat) happy BUT the operator is still one of tims hallucinations that hes been having since he was a kid. tim writes songs to cope with his mental illness, he's done this his whole life but hes never shared any of them w anyone. skip to film school (maybe i should change their major to be music so it makes more sense that theyre all into it? unsure. anyways). alex has been looking to start a band but hasnt been putting a lot of effort into people searching cause hes focused on school. and one night — maybe on a dare, maybe because he's had a couple of drinks —  tim performs a song about the operator. everyones taken aback cause they didnt know the guy very well but they really like the song. alex goes woah ive been looking to start a band actually?? and kind of drags along everyone in the room to a first rehearsal it goes surprisingly well, everyone clicks and the music sounds great. since theyre all living in dorms and using the practice studio on campus theyre able to get together usually a few times a week, and they hang out outside of it too. they become really close friends. most of the songs are still tims old material but they write stuff together too. brian has some killer ideas and eventually they end up with enough material that matches in vibes to release their first album: "To The Ark". its a massive project, 38 songs.. YEAH THATS RIGHT each one is named after a totheark video. it also makes sense because tim 'wrote' a lot of them and brian the others. im a genius tell me im a genius. also maybe clips from it are the music videos for the songs? or clips from mh too i like the idea of that. idk its released in three parts (for the three seasons) and "Operator" (THE SONG TIM PLAYED FOR THEM FIRST BTW) becomes a radio hit out of nowhere. by this time theyre reaching graduation so its time to discuss the future of the band!! theres a big scene where theyre each thinking abt what they want for the future but they end up deciding they want to keep it together and see where it leads them :) so they go on tour together and are super successful and umm happily ever after. thats as far as ive thought LOL also theyre all gay and trans just like in canon <3/hj. so maybe theres love triangle stuff?? but i dont really have any fav pairing in this scenario since the dynamics are different.. idk give me ideas pleas. and if anyone drew them i would piss myself and cry OH ALSO I FORGOT TO MENTION all the alter ego things are like stage personas in this. i think thats probably apparent in the first image but yeah. they go on stage and introduce themselves as that and wear the masks for performances. idk why alex and jessica go without one maybe ill design them masks too but that feels weird

[thefrontofmymind]

Can you make a joe quinn one where him and the reader are together since shooting st4 and now the show is over they celebrating it with the cast to go to a concert or festival and they sre not much of pda in public but now they dont care because they havent got much time together since then and at the concert they are like hugging snd kissing and they like closely hugging and hugging from behind snd at one song he holds her from behind and its kind of a slow song? Idk if it makes sense but can you also add in that they go to brazil after that to promote st4 with jamie and the reader snd jamie make fun of him because of his song and stuff? You can decize the ending :)

Hey Jude; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

a/n: hi lovie! idk how but bits of it changed along the way but i think it holds up! hope you enjoy!! kisses <;33

SYNOPSIS: Reader gets to experience their Vecna song with Joe

WARNINGS: none! just some fluff!

The crowd at Glastonbury was electric. Perhaps because it was the first festival post-pandemic, or maybe it was the fact that Paul McCartney, one of the most iconic rock stars in music history, was performing his greatest hits, but everyone around you couldn’t hide their pure, unbridled joy, and you felt the same.

You remembered when the lineup was released–you practically begged Joe to come with you to the festival. Seeing Paul McCartney live was a part of your bucket list, a well known fact about you, since you listened to the Beatles almost everyday while you were filming season 4 of Stranger Things, then going one step further–when asked what your ‘Vecna song’ would be in an interview just a few weeks prior, the only song significant enough in your mind that you could think of was ‘Hey Jude’, which you’d loved since you were a child.

You were thankful you didn’t get stopped much throughout the day, as much as you loved to meet fans of your work and take as many photos as you could with them, Joe was a bit shaky on the whole experience–he preferred to be more private, which you respected all throughout your relationship. You felt free to hold his hand, give him a quick peck as you left him to get some food from a stall while he stayed with your group of friends–there wasn’t a pressure to hide any display of affection, due to all the kerfuffle around you.

It was starting to get dark when McCartney began to play, and the temperature was rapidly dropping, chilling your skin and causing goosebumps to appear. You should’ve brought a jacket, idiot. All you had was shorts, a t-shirt, and a bright pink cowboy hat that came in a set that was shared among your friends. Your eyelids were just starting to get heavy, and you felt yourself grow more and more drowsy after a day of sun and excitement. You rested your head on Joe’s shoulder–he stood next to you in the field, arms folded as he quietly sung along to ‘Got To Get You Into My Life’.

Almost on instinct, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer so you could lean on him. You swore you could stay standing there with him forever, just swaying along to the music. You didn’t think about the people around you, anyone who could possibly snap a photo and post it, before it spread across all ends of social media, none of it mattered in that moment.

The concert was fantastic, a dream. You sang as loud as you could, danced until your feet hurt, and ended the night by falling asleep in the arms of the man you loved. But unfortunately, the end the weekend, meant back to work for you and Joseph in the form of a twelve hour flight to Brazil the next morning. Of course, you were grateful for the opportunities the Netflix show had given you–not to mention a boyfriend who worshipped the ground you walked on–but between jet lag due to time difference, and then the late night-early morning, you were irritable to say the least. You just wanted to get the interviews you had scheduled done so you could go back to your’s and Joe’s hotel room and take a nice, long bath.

You, Joe, and Jamie were sat in your seats in a row, waiting for your first interviewer of the day to sort out his mic pack. You’d had a couple coffees to give you energy, but you were still glad that Joe and Jamie were with you–to provide some banter and back-and-forth, if nothing else.

After some pleasantries and the interviewer complimenting all three of your performances in the show, it was down to the questions. You were asked what it was like shooting in the middle of a pandemic, what was your reaction to the ending of the season, what did you hope would happen in the next season, and finally–the question that was so clearly coming–what was your ‘Vecna song’, the song that would save you from Vecna’s curse.

“I feel really stupid becuase I answered this as a joke at first but now I’m kind of stuck with it.” Jamie prefaced, looking to you and Joe. “I said ‘Party in the USA’ by Miley Cyrus!”

The three of you laughed together, though you couldn't deny it, it was a good song. Joe gestured to you to answer next, watching intently as you took a breath before you spoke.

“I think I’ve said it before but mine would probably be ‘Hey Jude’ by The Beatles.” The two Brits nodded in concurrence. “Me and Joe saw Paul McCartney live not long ago and it’s just such a good song, and-and holds such an gorgeous meaning and that’s why I love it.”

You placed a hand on Joe’s arm at the mention of his name, him placing his opposite hand on top of yours and rubbing it absentmindedly with his thumb. Jamie cleared his throat, making your mind jump back into your body and lose focus on the tingling in your hand.

“Mine is uh-” Joe chuckled a little. “Mine is probably ‘Up & Down’ by The Vengaboys, I’d say…Great song.”

Joe’s comment made everyone in the room laugh, while you readjusted in your chair–feeling the absence of Joe’s contact on your skin, you felt cold, even under the bright lights, and he felt the same.

[malisorn]

♫ || 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

Pairings | Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary | You are a new court singer performing the first time at the royal feast, everything seems fine except the strained look on the prince's face ๋࣭ ⭑

Warnings & Suggestions | Aegon II, Physical Harassment, Fluff, Angst, No Physical Description of Reader, Reader being anxious, Very Cheesyyyyyyy

For all your life, you have always been fascinated with songs and poetry. All the love stories and sweet melodies filled your head with hopeless fantasy. That's how it brings you here, singing at the feast for the prince of the realm, Prince Aemond of House Targaryen. You have heard a stories of him claiming the largest dragon then lost his left eye as an exchange, you even wrote a song about him. From where you stand, he is close to what you have imagined, with the blood of the dragon and their notable looks, he bears the same silver hair and lilac eye.

Everyone at the feast are enjoying themselves, lords and ladies are dancing around to the sound of your voice and the tune of the band. You couldn't help but notice the prince, it is the his name day so why is he sitting there, all stern and bored? Is it because of your voice? Are you not singing well? Perhaps these types of songs are not his taste? You look at your bandmate and he gives you an encouraging look. This is your first time performing in front of the court, you are anxious and just wished to do your best to entertain them all. You returned to look at the main table again and see the prince looking directly at you. Nervous, you quickly avoid his gaze and return to the nobles who are having the times of their lives.

Once the feast ended, you returned to your chamber, all exhausted, and think of how today has done you well, except for the prince. He is a complex man but you couldn't help and worried that you did not do your part well enough, it is his name day and all you wished is to bring him joy despite the fact that you never knew him personally. After cleaning yourself and changing to your nightwear. You laid on your bed and thought of what caused him to act that way on such joyous event.

“What if he hates the sound of my voice?”

“What if he hates the way I worded my lyrics?”

“What if I got replaced before I even get a chance to sing at my second performance?”

The next day, a handmaiden of Princess Helaena informed you that she wanted to have you occupied her times at noon. You dressed yourself in a simple gown of blue and silver, the royal house was kind enough to present you with proper gowns for occasions, many of them are fine silks with detailed embroidery. When you arrive at the chamber, the princess noticed you and quickly told you to sit on a chair next to her, “My princess, what would you like to hear?” you asked her, she looked up to you with kind eyes and smiled “Anything really, I enjoyed your voice at the feast, it's really lovely.”. Her sweet words make you feel relieved, you sit next to her as you start playing and singing about the conquest. You thought that maybe she wanted to hear about her house's stories and the conquest has always been one of your favorite choice to sing.

From time to time, she would ask you about your life like where you came from, how did you started singing and you started to relax until the chamber's door opened and you saw him. You turn to sit straight and look down at your lute, how can he intimidated you so well? you think to yourself, Aemond walked in and sat himself opposite of his sister. “How have you been?" Helaena asked him, you stopped playing to let the conversation flows freely while you listened quietly. “Good, and you, sister?” you like the sound of his voice, wondering what he would sound like when he sings. “Good as well, you remember the singer from the feast last night? Her voice is very beautiful, don't you think?” she looked at you and turned to look at him. He simply hummed, nothing more, he is stressing you out again, you go back to playing and singing while he simply sits there the whole time.

When you returned to your chamber, you let out a huge sigh, it was awkward and you haven't settled well for life at court. How you missed the life as a wandering singer, traveling through towns to towns, every day and night are stories of endless journey. It's good for a time but it's just as dangerous as it could be. Men do not know boundaries when it comes to entertainers so when the gold cloaks came to you and took you to Red Keep, you were quite uneasy. You met the Hand who was in charge of the small council, future of the realm and all of those parts including an upcoming celebration of the King's second son. You were known for your talents, not only did you sing, you also played instruments like your favorites, lute and harp. Your name was praised through streets of King's Landing, though you mostly performed at Flea Bottom, many won't expect to find you there since it's a dangerous place filled with crimes, foul men and rats. The Hand told you that being a court singer came with its benefits, a safe place to sleep, foods to eat, gifts if you did your duty well, all the goods and comforts, after hearing those offerings, you agreed.

Now, you look out through the window to the view of the city. If you wanted to taste freedom again even for a night, who could stop you? without a second thought, you put on a cloak and find your way to Flea Bottom. The hours are getting late once you arrived and the fun has just begun. Walking down the street, many recognized you, the women of the brothel especially, smiled as they called out your name.

You walked into a local winesink where your fellow singer had sung at, and took a seat as you enjoyed the show alone until a man sat next to you and ruined all the fun with his grip on your arm. You ignored him but once you felt his hand, you tried to push him away until you laid your eyes on him, instantly recognized those silvery hair and purple gaze. This must be Prince Aegon, you have heard about him through the women at the brothels. He is clearly drunk and might be mistaken you for a whore, mumbling words out but you couldn't understand a thing. “Get off of me!” you told him, it is wrong to spoke that way to a prince but he was clearly drunk and didn't seem to mind, he gripped you even tighter and took you to sit on his lap. You struggle to break free from his force until someone takes him from you. A man, wearing a cloak, except that he is older with dark hair and dark eyes, calling for his prince as he tried to keep everything calm as much as possible, Prince Aegon continued his mumbling. Another man followed and you instantly recognized this one, Prince Aemond. They came to rescue Prince Aegon back, you think. Aemond saw you and he said something to another man before giving each other a nod as that man returned with Prince Aegon.

Aemond stood still and look at you while you try to look anywhere but him, he came closer and took your arm, “What are you doing here?” He sounds furious but why? “I simply wanted to enjoy a peaceful night, my prince" you answered him and look down to the floor, it seems to make him sound even more furious. “Peaceful night with a bunch of drunkards, have you gone mad? " his words offended you and you chose to walked away from him, he instantly followed you, you still don't understand why. You have always been smart enough to know what people wanted but not with him. He always managed to get you all confused and nervous, you can't take it no more. He called out your name and took your hand, the two of you entered a narrow alley, “You listen to your prince and return back now” how can he suddenly talks to you and orders you around now, he might be a prince but that's not enough to stop you. “I have enough!” you shouted at him, guilt follows you right after but it couldn't stop you now, “Why are you doing this to me? I don't understand. Last night you wouldn't even danced or enjoyed any seconds of my voice, you made me doubt myself!” tears forming through eyes and instead he just chuckled. “You really are a stupid girl” he took your hand and led you back to Red Keep.

It was a long walk of silence but he never lets go of your hand, you don't want him to either. But the confusion has already overwhelmed you so you just stopped walking, he turned to look at you, “What do you not like about me?” your voice is shaken. “Just tell me, please, is it my voice? or my songs?” You keep questioning him. He looks annoyed now, “No” short and plain. “Then what is it? Why are you so cold? so hard to understand?” you are on the verge of tears again, gods, how you hated when this happened. “Nothing, keep walking” his voice is still as though he didn't feel a thing. “No! there's something, it was your name day and you don't seem content”. He sighed again “And why is that? Who are you to care whether I am content or not on my name day?”. You are not sure what to say because he was right, you are not close to him, not even his family so why do you care so much. “I just wish to see you happy” that's all you said. His face softened, his hand still wrapped around yours, nothing was said after.

He escorted you back to your chamber and made sure you didn't leave again. When he returned to his chamber. He couldn't help but grin a little, “I just wish to see you happy” he replayed those words to himself. How thoughtful of you, never knowing of his cruelty. While the other ladies frightened at the sight of him. You only chose to come closer, begging to know more. Would it be possible for a prince to marry a lovely court singer like you? He wished to, as much as he hates to admit it but he is quite smitten by you. That was the very first night that he slept well to the sounds of your voice in his head. How he loved to hear more, he wondered if you could write a song for him and you. A song where boys and girls would blush at, a song which men and women would dance to at their wedding, a song that would pass down through centuries, and especially a song to numb away his bitter pain with your honeyed-voice, his little songbird.

Author's Note | This is my first writing ever, I was quite nervous to post this since English is not my first language but feel free to recommend or suggest anything <3

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images' credits ๋࣭ ⭑

Madame Élisabeth spielt die Harfe - Charles Emmanuel Joseph Leclercq

The Lute Player - Caravaggio

Hearing - Jan Brueghel I & Peter Paul Rubens

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Riz Gukgak Season 1 Playlist Breakdown

Yeah so I really quickly posted my Character playlists to get them out there asap but god I put sooooo much thought into them and I love them so much so I want to talk about each song so you can take a peek into my brain and see what the worms have been cooking. I'll make like a masterlist with links and stuff once I get more out but yeah this one's going first because I decided to go table order right to left.

For all my playlists I choose songs based on a bunch of criteria which is but is not limited to :

vibe

whether I think the character would like the song/artist

whether I can picture the song playing in the background

If the lyrics match up to a specific scene or feeling

if, when put together the general character arc can be reflected in the playlist

if the songs cohesively go together (i.e. similar vibes, genres, themes)

For Riz, the playlist consists of a mix of Alt Rock, 80s/90s, Math Rock, and Punk/Grunge. Here's the playlist if you haven't listened to it

Without further ado... Lets get into it

1. Happy to Hide, Pile of Love

Smiling between my teeth Acting up accordingly Why do I waste my time performing? I don't see the comedy you see In all the scenes involving me As if I wasn't dull and boring I'm happy to hide I'm happy to leave with no goodbye Would you believe me if I said I couldn't cry?

I wanted to start with the classic early 2000s "I'm a nerd in high school" movie song. I can picture this at the start of a movie starring Riz, where he gets to school and gives out his business cards, and it's Not Working, and he doesn't understand why. I also love the way that being "happy to hide" works with his rogue class :)

2. We Are Detectives, Thompson Twins

Someone is on our tail We think they're openin' up our mornin' mail (Whoa) And now each time the telephone rings We think of frightening things We are detective We are selective We are detective Come to collect

This song is so fun and so camp, very 80s alt, I think Riz would love it. I also think it kind of shows how while Riz is definitely extremely serious about the Missing Maiden Case, he is also playing out one of his biggest fantasies and is a high schooler snooping around corners.

3. Daysleeper, R.E.M.

I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache gray Don't wake me with so much The ocean machine is set to nine I'll squeeze into heaven and Valentine My bed is pulling me, gravity Daysleeper

We love our insomniac little guy

4. Cops and Robbers, The Hoosiers

Got your revolution, now you're waging war again Marching on the spot when you should have made amends You say you fight for us, cross your heart and hope to die You're a bully in the playground and we'll hang you out to dry Blame Simon 'cause he said You've got two lives down and one life left Blame Simon 'cause he said You could think better with a hole in your head

Listening to The Hoosiers brings me back to my high school days. This song for me really gets at the change in tone that the "mystery" goes through, specifically with Riz and his relationship with Biz Glitterdew. The way the song kind of starts out as a fun kitchy romp and then devolves into a screeching violent swirl really shows how out of everyone, even though Riz was probably the closest with Biz at the start, he was definitly the one ready and willing to hold him violently accountable for his actions. Riz shows you how to deal with violent incels.

5. Big Sea, Crash Of Rhinos

We'll stand trial, our will won't be broken Your mistake is not that you care, it's that you don't notice Our favorite part is not how this ends It's just how its starts And just that it starts I'll paint you from my memory

I do think that Riz would absolutely love math rock and I do not mind going to jail for that opinion (because every guy that I've met that likes math rock has been proven to be not great - but I'm holding out). Either way, do you guys remember how they literally were in jail for months. Like Riz "son of a cop (at the time)" "The Ball" Gukgak spent several months in jail not being able to do anything but ruminate on the case, what he could have done differently, and what could be happening without them present. Yikes.

6. Black Dragon Fighting Society, My Chemical Romance

Yeah, I drink juice when I'm killing 'cause it's fucking delicious ... Switing out my style bring a friend out with Better grab your soul from the fingers of death I got a medical emergency A medical emergency We got a medical emergency A medical emergency (Mayday, they call the shots, yeah)

This is the type of song that you play during a full throttle drag out feral goblin fight, and its' the song that Riz deserves to end the season with, since he and his mom ate the fucking dragon that killed his dad. Hell yeah.

[sunmisbf]

hi bestiesssssss i saw woodz yesterday n i am a changed person this is the best artist in the world to Me. i apologize to him deeply for ever looking at another man it won’t happen again like i was blacking out hes so fine n pretty n his smile is so nice i forgot my glasses in my car so i couldn’t see him as clearly as i would have liked help but i was really close n i did cry i’m not going to lie. i was doing pretty good n then he sang journey n it was over for me i love this guy so much n always wish him the best in everything. he’s so genuine on stage like u can tell he’s just having so much fun performing n he took off his ear piece a lot so he could hear us singing along. he played the guitar too i was blacking out sorry i do love a fine ass man that can play guitar like that’s literally my boyfriend n omg he took his shirt off at the very end before he left the stage n i Screamed so loud it hurt my throat n my boyfriend was like 🧍 n i was like i didn’t see anything even though i almost teared my vocal chords up… sorry. what else was i supposed to do i saw the gun tattoo w my own eyes he’s so fineeee. he’s such a singer u guys like we all know this but i was so happy to experience his singing live. he didn’t dance at all like other kpop artists but honestly it wouldn’t have fit the vibe like that’s the lead singer of a band. i’m in love sorry he’s everything to me. watching him sing busted n chaser n noid n i hate you n multiply n trigger n. well u get the point was everything to me who else is making music like this NO ONE that’s who‼️ seungyoun u will always be famous forever n forever i hope he knows that… oh n unfortunately he did not sing hope to be like you for me 😞 or better and better or lullaby or thinkin bout you 😞 but it’s okay we move forward ! he also took the time to read posters n accept song requests n i was really close to him so if i would’ve taken a mexicans 4 woodz/mexico loves u sign he definitely would’ve read it i’m so sad i didn’t make one omg. but he sang short parts of pool n waikiki n better and better n lullaby n deep deep sleep (kind of bc he couldn’t remember the lyrics 😭) n god hijack just came on while i’m typing this it was so crazy seeing him perform this like literally i hit the road running all the fucking time‼️ also he went crazy w ready to fight like he put so much passion into the “shut the FUCK up” part like damn okay.. anything for u king. the whole concert was fun but especially at the end when he performed i hate you bump bump n ready to fight i was so tired but i kept screaming n jumping help. n he was so energetic n happy like i have feelings for this man u don’t understand wayv close ur eyes but this is The kpop man to me n also omg when he opened w busted like i knew he was opening w that song but i still felt like that joker gif where he’s flying backwards like this was soty to me originally until wayv came in w the steel chair but i don’t know u guys woodz might have taken the steel chair out of their hands n used it on them i’ll get back to u on that i’m on a woodz induced high rn so i can’t think clearly wayv i still love u. n omg i saw him sing chaser live. i was singing so loud i felt bad for the girl recording on her phone next to me bc my ass is definitely in her videos singing about breaking down bc what else can i do that’s the song of all time n omg dirt on my leather was so fun literally why u gonna be so sad? rub some fucking dirt on it‼️ seungyoun the rockstar that u are…. n trigger n drowning n i can say this about every song honestly every song was life changing to see live i love singers who sing n i love woodz. i really regret not getting vip i would’ve loved to meet him he was so endearing on stage when he was talking… it honestly feels like a fever dream now like i really saw that man i was there… 🚬 this is so fucking long i’m sorry in conclusion, i’m in love w him i’m obsessed w him i need him badly n he’s a pop rock legend to me forever n ever. te amo luizinho 💙😭

[harrisonarchive]

Rest in peace, Robbie Robertson. Condolences to his loved ones.

Pictured with George in 1968 and 1988. Photo 2 by Fabio Nosotti.

“To this day you can play Stage Fright and Big Pink, and although the technology’s changed, those records come off as beautifully conceived and uniquely sophisticated. They had great tunes, played in a great spirit, with humor and versatility. I knew those guys during that period and I think it was Robbie Robertson who invited me down [to Woodstock in Nov. 1968]. […] Artistically, I respected the Band enormously. All the different guys in the group sang, and Robbie Robertson used to say he was lucky, because he could write songs for a voice like Levon’s. What a wise and generous attitude. […] ‘The Weight’ was the one I admired, it had a religious and a country feeling to it, and I wanted that [for ‘All Things Must Pass’].” - George Harrison, Musician, November 1987

“I was very curious about recording techniques the Beatles had discovered. George described their process as extremely experimental and sometimes accidental. I could definitely relate to that. When George inquired about the Band’s recording methods, I could barely keep up with him. For every question I posed to him, he asked me two about Big Pink and The Basement Tapes: ‘How did you get that guitar sound on “Tears of Rage”?’ I told him about Garth’s black box. ‘Speaking of Garth, how does he bend the notes on his organ?’ To that I just gave him a wink. George smiled. ‘I love the sound of Levon’s drums. It reminds me a little of Ringo’s on ‘A Day in the Life.’” - Robbie Robertson, Testimony (2016)

“I played our new album, simply called The Band, for them [George and Pattie, in Aug. 1969], and it sounded rustic and a bit homemade after Abbey Road. As the songs went by, George would jump up, puffing on a smoke, yelling, ‘That’s fucking amazing! Nobody can do that; only you guys can do that. Have you played this for Bob yet?’ George continued, ‘Did you see our little film performing “Hey Jude” on the Smothers Brothers TV show, where Paul starts singing, “Take a load off, Fanny,” in the outro section? Can’t wait to play your new record for the boys. Can I keep this acetate?’ I said yes, even though it was the only copy we had at the time. He handed me his acetate of Abbey Road and I left his house flying high.” - Robbie Robertson, ibid

“Well, I guess ‘The Last Waltz’ did live up to its name” laughs Robertson. “It kind of summed up the end of an era. Though personally I would rate (George Harrison Tribute) ‘Concert for George’ just as highly as a fine film of a concert. That is probably my favourite. But of course that was several decades later.” - pennyblackmusic, 2021 (x)

[peachypinkygloss]

In celebration for your 2k I was thinking that jazz singer taehyung might be a good idea :D

[ really happy for you babe ]

thank you so much lovely for the request!! 🥺🫶🏻

jazz lover

They don't know him the way you do.

pairing: jazz singer!taehyung x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff

warnings: none except you will prob die of fluffiness :D, 500 words.

a.n.: there's no action happening, but that's how I wanted to write this drabble ):

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

Kim Taehyung is a well known jazz singer, having played in almost every cabaret of the city. People like his groove, like how he enjoys himself on the stage, like how he gets along so perfectly with the music.

Taehyung's voice is a melody they can't forget. When they come back home after a long night at the bar, the only thing they can think of is the deep tone of his voice, remembering the shivers that made the hair on their arms raise up when he first sang into the microphone.

That's why he's so popular, he leaves such a strong and great impression, making people look up at him in admiration, wishing they had his talent.

You can't lie, his looks contribute to his popularity too. Taehyung is incredibly beautiful, making everyone turn their head in his direction whenever he passes by them. All of the women he meets fall for his charms, amazed by his smile and his intense gaze that leaves nobody indifferent.

But they don't know him the way you do. They don't know about the beauty mark resting just under his right eye or about his boxy smile he wears when he's really happy.

They don't know that behind this extravagant and impressive man, there is someone who enjoys staying in bed after noon with his arms wrapped around your waist, face snuggling in the crook of your neck.

He's a singer, a celebrity for them, but he's a boyfriend for you, a sweet and loving man who refuses to let you go when you have work in the morning.

You love the fact that you really know him, especially when he performs, looking into everyone's eyes while singing before finally settling into yours, never leaving you until the song ends. It's like you share a private moment, despite being in public, despite having every eye scotched on him.

He's the happiest when you join him backstage before a performance. It's the moment when all the adrenaline goes up, Taehyung being excited and impatient to step foot onto the stage.

You will always remember the time he brought you with him, even when you repeatedly told him you were too shy. He insisted for a long time, explaining how it's the most incredible thing someone can experience. He really convinced you on that one because in the end, you accepted.

He danced with you that night, making you look like a princess, tricking everyone into thinking they paid to see you and not actually to hear him sing.

And he was right. This was the most exhilarating experience you've ever lived, being at his side and sharing the stage with him. Having people's eyes on you was something you thought would be embarrassing or scary, but he made you change your opinion on that.

In fact, you gave little care to what they were thinking because everything that matters to you was just in front of you, looking at you like you were one of the wonders of the world.

Since that night, you know what he feels like when staring at you. He feels like he's with the love of his life, with his soulmate. You know this because that's how it felt like dancing with Taehyung up on that stage.

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