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vinylsbygi · 1 year

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All these years

a/n: this will probably have part two. i might have shed a tear.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

warnings: bad words, fighting, kind of sad lol, right person wrong time? italics are memories, but then some italics are thoughts- you'll get it

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Your hair's grown a little longer

Your arms look a little stronger

Your eyes just as I remember

Your smile's just a little softer

Your life is a joke. It always has been and it always be will. One time, one freaking time you decide to finally get over it and go to your favorite store, no matter how many memories it held, of course you had to run into him.

It's been a year since you fell out with Charles. It was for your own good. Your feelings became so strong, and the fear almost ate you alive. There was a chance that he liked you back. But how probable was that? You didn't want to get hurt, so you hurt him instead. You knew he would get over it sooner that you would. So you just disappeared. His constant messages and calls made you feel guilty, so you sat him down one day, told him that who ever he was now, you didn't like. It was lie. It was a cruel, painful lie that scarred him more than you thought it would.

His hair's grown a little longer by now. It used to be like that years ago, but then he'd cut it and never really let it grow again, no matter how much you begged him to. His soft brown curls are sticking out from his red cap, the one he would always give you when you forgot your own.

Your eyes can't help but wander over him for a few more moments. His arms look a little stronger than they used to, and suddenly that hurt. Because you knew Charles. You knew him for so long that you knew he put more work in his arms when he was angry, when he was nervous, when he just needed a distraction. Was it you that caused this? Was it you that made him feel angry so much? But in the end it doesn't really matter who got him into that, because you weren't there to help. You weren't there to calm him down, to tell him to just breathe.

But it's his face that makes your heart skip a beat. His eyes just as you remember, so full of love and gratitude. His eyes that made the worst day better, his eyes that saw you as the most precious thing in the world. It's his eyes that you don't see anymore, and that's on you. You were the one who took a step back, you were the one who lied to his face and told him spending time with him doesn't mean anything for you anymore. You had no right to miss him and yet you would give it all up for one more hug, one more smile from him.

You don't receive it, but the girl next to him does. His smile's just a little softer, like he's exhausted and just wants to get in bed. To be honest, you didn't even notice her at first. But then you catch his hands on her lower back as he guides her through shelves, and deja vu hits you. All the feelings you had, all the memories you two shared. You can't blame him for her; you never even dated and now you're nothing to him. She looks like a nice girl, someone who treats him well. Suddenly you find yourself back in your bathroom a year ago, sobbing after what you did and the message he sent you. I thought we'd be together till the very end, it said. And the worst part is that you did too, that you still hoped universe would find a way to make it happen. Apparently universe was shit.

And I, and I never prepared for a moment like that

Yeah, in a second it came all back, it all came back

Realizing you're still standing in the middle of the store, you looked away but the sudden movement caught his eyes, and he saw you. And you, and you never prepared for a moment like that. You thought he would look away, after every one of the last words to him spitted out like a poison, yet he kept staring at you. After few deep breaths, you raised your head, your eyes meeting his chocolate ones.

To your surprise, to your luck, to whatever it was, he didn't look away. Instead he smiled softly, a greeting to someone who was lost, but the person still hoped they'd come back. It was just for few moments, but it was enough for your heart to start beating like crazy, only to shatter once more as your brain restarted. Yeah, in a second it all came back. Every smile and every laugh, every hug and every tear, every sound and every feeling. All of it, all at once.

"Jesus, how, ho-" Charles couldn't stop laughing as he was rolling on the floor, finding your thoughts amusing to this point.

"Look, I'm just being honest!" You couldn't help but join him, his laughing only making your even stronger. As you were laughing like crazy, you didn't even notice his mom walk in.

"What are you doing, what is going on?" She asked seeing the scene in front of her.

You two laughed even more.

Someone in the store dropped something and the memory ended. The child started crying and it triggered another one.

"What are you talking about? I don't- I don't understand, Y/n, where did this all come from? I thought that when something is wrong we talk to each other, and you never said a word. This- C'mon, don't do this to me. Stay and I'll fix whatever it is you don't like about me. Just don't leave me alone." His voice echoed through the house, the sound so broken. You couldn't even look him in the eyes, them filled with tears being your fault.

"I'm sorry." You said and you left. Promise to yourself you won't cry until you get back to your place getting broken as soon as you closed the door behind you. The door that led to him. His cries have now turned into sobs, being the last thing you heard before the ringing in your head started.

'Cause after all these years

I still feel everything when you are near

And it was just a quick hello

And you had to go

And you probably will never know

You're still the one I'm after all these years

When Charles finally did look away, that's when it really hit you. You realized that you're probably never going back to how it was before, how close the two of you were. It's crazy cause after all these months, you still feel everything when he is near.

But you're nothing but a past to him now. He obviously let you go, and moved on. If you can say that for friends. Friends, friends, friends. Never more, and now not even that. You just kept pretending that you're really interested in what kind of chocolate to buy. Joke of your life, once more. He was the one who always bought you chocolate, he was the one who knew which one was the best.

You had no idea which one to take. "Hey Y/n" His voice sent a shiver to your body, its habit to hug him, and you were kind of proud that you managed to fight that urge. "I believe you're looking for this one, yeah?" The chocolate he hands you was, in fact, the one you loved. The one that connected the two of you.

You wanted to say something, to thank him for his help at least, but there was not a single thought in your head. While your heart kept beating so fast screaming to apologize, to beg him to be in your life again, your mind said it's not far. he's happy. And he really did look happy. Maybe tired, but happy with his life. Happy without you, your brain reminded you.

"Look, I gotta go, but it was nice seeing you. I hope you're happy, ma belle." He says and that's it. He's out of your life once again. You're still standing in the place, staring at the chocolate in your hands. Ma belle, he said. Ma belle, ma belle, ma belle. Maybe once. But he has a girl now. He has someone that's not you to love and kiss and hug and call ma belle. And you don't even have him anymore.

"I hope you're happy too." You whisper to yourself, tears gathering in your eyes, but he doesn't hear you. Funny way your life always has something special for you. It was maybe too much this time. And it was just a quick hello, and he had to go.

You don't even buy what you came here for. All the groceries you took were messily stuffed on one of the shelves, the sad songs blasting as you turned on the engine and drove home.

After all this time, you still hoped. You still find yourself dreaming of a miracle that would bring the two of you together once more. You're spending way too much in your head, your grandma used to tell you when you were a teenager. But that didn't help the fact that he's still the one you're after all these years.

Couldn't help but overhear you

Sounds like you're happy with her

But does she kiss you like I kissed you?

Ooh, I wish I loved you like I miss you

Now looking back to that day, all you could see was that smile of his, directed towards someone else. Some other girl. The sound of his laugh, music of an angel. Truth was, you missed him even more since the day you saw him. You missed how you would spend all of your days together before, and now you haven't talked to him in so long that you don't even know what's going on in his life. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to go. Maybe some higher power still had a plan for you, maybe your time will come. But that time won't be with him. The irony of possibly right person, wrong time was another joke.

However, seeing him left you grateful. For the courage you had the day you sat down with him and lied for your own sake. That day part of you died and you still hoped it would come back to life. On the other hand, part of you got a chance to live. To be happy. Because if you two were still friends not only would your heart be broken, but it would've disappear. Still, you couldn't help but overhear them.

It was his laugh that reminded you of all the sweet times, of all your shared happiness. It took you awhile to get better, to get back on your feet and start living once again. It took even more to feel again. The sadness came first, then anger. How could've he never noticed, how could have he been so blind? Thousands of how, even more of what ifs. So when he did laugh, you realized that he sounds like he's happy with her.

When the nights got colder, you wondered how Charles met her. Was she someone popular, watching him while he was racing? Was it possible that she was just another one of the lucky girls who met him, spent few nights together and hoped it was forever? It was not a secret he'd done it a few times. Yet every time he did, he told you that he feels sorry for them. Because he got drunk, found comfort in their bodies for a night or two and regretted it the moment his head was clear again.

Was that woman even his girlfriend? She could have been his friend as well. You couldn't help but think how quickly he found someone to take your place, if that was the case. Yes, he had his hand on her back, but how close were you? Every time you'd leave his house or he'd leave yours, he left with a kiss on his cheek. But does she kiss him like you kissed him? Or she got the opportunity to taste his lips, to feel their on her own. The opportunity you would've given everything up for.

In the next few days, it seemed almost as you missed him more than ever. You often found yourself running in the early mornings, wondering how it was possible to miss him more than you realized you loved him? You love him, you noticed. Still, after all this time. If the past feelings were happening now, you would gladly accept them. Oh, how you wish you loved him like you miss him.

And I, and I never prepared for a moment like that

Yeah, in a second it came all back, it all came back

He shook you awake. "C'mon, ma belle, it's few minutes until midnight!" He said and offered you his hand which you accepted after few confused looks.

"It's New Year's Eve, dummy." His voice echoed through the house as he saw your face.

Oh. Yeah, he was right. It was New Year's Eve, and you were supposed to have a bustling party and get drunk but you catched a flu. That now lead to you laying on his sofa, your hair all messed up and dress turned at weird angles.

"Shit, Charlie, why didn't you wake me up?" You rushed to the mirror, trying to save whatever there was to save of your hairstyle. Your mascara was all ruined, and you were really, really pale.

He just leaned on the doorframe. "You're sick, love. It doesn't matter. But I know you love fireworks, so I thought you might wanna see them."

"Isn't it kind of depressing that you're stuck with me here, and I'm sick while all of our friends are out drinking and having fun?"

He laughed. "You think we're not having fun? That's a bit offensive, ma belle. Am I not a good company?"

You raised your shoulders, and he playfully hit you. "Well if we were out maybe I would have someone to kiss in midnight."

"Ahh, don't be like that, lovie. I'll give you a big, sloopy kiss on the cheek."

It was now your turn to laugh. "Thank you Charlie, now I can't wait for midnight."

You woke up in cold sweat covering you, completely surprised by the sudden memory. Once again, and you never prepared for a moment like that. Heavy breaths filled the quiet room, the silence almost scaring you. You wanted to go back to sleep, praying your mind would give you one more memory of the good days.

His face dropped in a second. You could see his confusion, his anger but mostly disappointment. In you? In himself?

"So you don't." His voice was broken. "You don't- you don't like me anymore."

"No." It was one of the most cold-hearted nos you ever gave someone. And god did it hurt that it had to be towards your Charles.

"So, you-" He looked away, tears gathering in his eyes. It was killing you how cruel you had to be. So cruel towards him, the sweetest person in the universe who already lost so much. Well done for adding one more to the list, Y/n.

"I don't want to have you in my life anymore. You're, Jesus Charles, you're lovely but you changed."

"Yes, Y/n." His voice grew louder by every word. "That's what happens over the years, people change! You think you didn't change?" He asked, one tear managing to fall, but he was quick to wipe it away.

"I did. I'm the first to admit I did. Maybe that's why we don't fit each other anymore."

"What are you talking about? I don't- I don't understand, Y/n, where did this all come from? I thought that when something is wrong we talk to each other, and you never said a word."

This time you were glad you woke up, tears spilling without shame. His voice echoed in your mind, his sobs after you left breaking you all over again. It was just a second of a word that ruined your friendship. Yeah, in a second it all came back.

'Cause after all these years

I still feel everything when you are near

And it was just a quick hello

And you had to go

And you probably will never know

You're still the one I'm after all these years, oh

"Y/n, you know I hate when you're like this."

"Mom, I hate when I am like this. I just don't know what to anymore. It's confusing and I just miss him."

"Okay, sweetheart." You could her your mother take a deep breath before continuing. "I'm coming over. We're going to sit down, have a cup of tea and share some advice like normal adults do. I've had to hear you talk about him like he's the god for past three years, and trust me when I say this, but he's not."

You sigh. Of course it always had to be something, one more joke from your life. "It's just that, I don't know. Cause after all these years he's still the center of my world. And it's becoming tiring. I'll be waiting for you."

After saying goodbye to her, you took a shower and cleaned your place up a bit. Not that she ever said anything, but it was better this way. Half an hour later she was already at your door.

"Oh, you poor thing." Your mom said immediately, seeing the sadness on your face. No instinct like mother's instinct.

"It's alright mom, I'll be fine." You sighed. "I always am in the end."

You two sat down after she made you tea.

"Chamomile for relaxation, remember?" She laughed as she poured the tea in cups.

"I'm not exactly sure that this tea can help me right now, but thank you, mom."

"Okay, Y/n." She sat down next to you, her small hand taking your cold one into hers. "Tell me about it. You know I'll never judge you. What do you feel about him? How does that make you feel?"

You laughed. "Jesus, mom." Small smile showed on her lips. "I feel like I'm in therapy."

It was now her turn to laugh. "It doesn't matter. Talk."

Deep breath and you started speaking. "When I saw him that day, in the store, it's just crazy how I didn't talk to him in over a year yet I still feel everything when he is near. And it, I don't know, mom, he looks happy. No, actually, screw that, he is happy. I know when he's faking it because he cares too much for others to be worried about him, and he genuinely does look happy. And..." Your eyes were full of tears by now. "And the worst part is that I feel like we could've worked. We could've been something, but the time was never right, really."

"Okay, thank you for telling me that. It was just a quick hello, nothing else?" She asked, having heard the story few times by now.

"He gave me chocolate."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't know what to do, so I just kept staring at chocolates on the shelf. And I was thinking 'It was always him who bought me chocolate' and I could've started sobbing right there and then if he didn't come and show me which one is the best. And he had to go after that. He had a girl waiting for him." You told this part of the story for the first time, tears streaming down your face at the recent memory.

"Oh baby." Your mother got up to hug you, your cries muffled by her shirt.

"And the worst part is that I never even told him I loved him. The day I told him I no longer want to be with him, I left and I never said that I loved him. And he'll probably never know that he's still the one I'm after all these years."

'Cause after all these years

I still feel everything when you are near

And it was just a quick hello

And you had to go

And you probably will never know

You're still the one I'm after all these years

I never told you, I should've told you

I never told you after all these years

"He called me ma belle." You sobbed. Your mother only hugged you more, your whole body shaking from the pain and the hurt of loving someone.

You could stay there forever, but suddenly your door bell rang.

"I'll get it, sweetheart." She said and got up to open the door.

You just stayed there laying on the couch, mascara running down your face and you cried quietly.

"Charles?" Your mother's voice echoed through your home.

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From Wonderland Magazine

"Hopefully when the movie comes out, I can prove them wrong. I really put everything into this role. It's challenging and a blessing to play a character so emotionally vulnerable, flawed and scared, but also full of hope and love."

From Glamour

“When I read the script, I thought it was a very interesting, very topical character,” Galitzine says of his character. “Henry felt like an emotional, sensitive, guarded person, and I find people like that very interesting to play.”

From GQ

From Entertainment Weekly

Galitzine’s own Prince Henry manifests as a sort of murky fictional blend between the real-life princes William and Harry—a stoic people’s prince who eventually fights against the system he was born into. “One of my great fears is being misunderstood,” says Galitzine. “Henry has to live with that every day…. It just felt like a beautiful story: someone who’s largely pretended to be someone else their whole life, and then this other person completely obliterates their worldview.” This isn't Galitzine's first time playing a prince. He also portrayed a charming royal, Prince Robert, in 2021's Cinderella starring Camila Cabello. But he notes that Henry was a lot more down-to-earth and grounded than Robert. "Robert is much more happy-go-lucky. He's much more playful," he explains. "Whereas with Prince Henry, there are definitely comedic aspects and it's such a fun, light movie in a lot of ways. But Henry is definitely more emotional and internalized with how he expresses himself. Much more in line with how people see royals." Galitzine relished the challenge of portraying Henry's vulnerabilities and his own struggles in sharing them with Alex. "As men, we find it hard to express ourselves and express our feelings," he says. "But that was a fun thing to explore from an acting perspective. [I was] trying to understand that this person is entirely trapped by his upbringing and his family. And the wedge being placed between his family and the person he loves is a very difficult thing to contend with. That was probably the most challenging, trying to make that authentic and real."

From TV Times

‘I think Henry completely misunderstands Alex in a lot of ways,’ says Nicholas, 28. ‘But then “cake-gate” happens and they’re forced to spend time with each other, and he starts to see who this person is.’

From Tatler

It's hard not to draw comparisons between Prince Henry and the IRL Windsor princes, William and Harry. Indeed, Prince Henry has lost a parent (his parent, however), he's not bad at polo and he loves to party – one is reminded of Prince Harry's Vegas years when Prince Henry is shown knocking back shots in a bar in Casablanca, peaked cap pulled low. 'There is something probably borrowed from each of them that Casey put into the character [of Prince Henry],' says López. 'I think Harry's inherent rebelliousness and William's inherent sense of duty.' 'What's interesting too,' he continues, 'is the third piece that's missing from the real-life princes is the fact that Henry is gay. So it's easy for Harry to be rebellious because he's straight. And it's easy for William to be dutiful... he doesn't have to tell a lie in order to be dutiful. But Henry does have to tell a lie in order to be dutiful. Because of that lie, he also can't be too rebellious. That's what sets [Henry] apart from the two.'

From TV & Satellite Week

For Galitzine, another part of the appeal of the project was the chance to portray a character who was experiencing such an intense internal conflict. ‘Henry feels a very strong sense of duty, but he’s completely in denial of his own feelings,’ he says. ‘There’s something very selfless, if not really heartbreaking, about that. He’s in this totally solitary position of this role he was born into.’

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cevans-is-classic · 11 months

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It's the way his hair curls after a shower that leaves Steve breathless. It rings around his ears and curls at the nape of his neck leaving little ringlets for Steve to capture with his fingers and rub between them, or, maybe it's the gleam in his eyes when he's in the shop and has forgotten the world around him.

Forgot Steve is down here, Forgot dinner hours ago, forgot the music shouldn't be loud enough to make your ears ring even as you sing along.

Oh, or, it could be the way he feels falling asleep against Steve's chest on the couch during movie night.

Yet Steve knows when it happened.

The team was called out to assist the fantastic four, Reed, having opened up yet another portal he shouldn't have and unleashed a horde of robotic dinosaurs on Manhattan. (Which Steve will never admit to having fun with)

It'd taken Tony's quick thinking and Johnny's flame for the team to take the robotic creatures down and afterwards Tony turned to Stave, flipped up the face plate plate, winked and said "Ain't the only prehistoric future guy now are you, Cap?"

Steve fell in love right there.

He fell for the child like look in Tony's eye, the sweat at the corner of his temple and the way he leaned into Steve as he laughed at his own stupid joke.

He was beautiful, and Steve needed him to know, so he said, "You're beautiful."

Tony had gone silent before winking and making an exaggerated joke about showing him who was beautiful, but Steve could see the red tinting his cheeks and had a feeling the man's ears were burning.

He said it again, "I'm being honest, Shellhead, you're beautiful."

With that, he turned on his heel and set off to help clean up Manhattan, leaving his kind of date mate behind wide-eyed and gobsmacked.

He found plenty of times to say it after that.

The team was exhausted on the helicarrier, and Tony was half asleep leaning against him.

They were sitting on the couch eating chips and watching Designing Women together, and when Clint left for the bathroom, he leaned over, kissed BBQ flavoring from Tony's lips, and whispered it, "Beautiful."

He thought he should mix in 'I love you', but he figured it may be a bit early for that one, so he continued to pepper his affection for the man into everyday situations.

Tony seemed surprised each time he did it which made him want to do it more.

Tony coming out of the containment shower, "You're beautiful."

He falls in the shop and is laughing hard enough he snorts, "Beautiful."

He's asleep, curled in on himself, tears staining his cheeks from crying out Steve's name, and he couldn't not say it, "So beautiful."

He did fear Tony would get tired of hearing it, but each time he said it, the man would flush and preen at the praise.

Steve wasn't ready to tell him he loved him quite yet, but he knew he was going to make sure to call Tony beautiful until he ran out of air in his lungs.

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sarahlevys · 2 years

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Get to Know Me Better

Hi! I've gotten some new followers since I started posting content for A League of Their Own, and then I got tagged in this meme by @bananaflavoredlemonade, and I thought it'd be good timing to share a little more about me!

First, some general stuff about me:

I am notoriously bad at keeping up with Tumblr, and tend to disappear here and there, but really do enjoy keeping up with yall!

You can find me on AO3 here!

My ask box is always open for prompts, screaming about Schitt's Creek or A League of Their Own, meme stuff, etc. and more!

Besides those two, people usually like to chat Kevin Can F**k Himself with me, too, but I am slower at keeping up with that show. (I actually have an ask for it that I can't respond to yet... but once I watch S2E1, I will be there!)

Speaking of prompts, you can always send me stuff! I can't promise I will be able to write it or when I will be able to write it, but I do write down all of the ones I like in my writing area.

As far as what to prompt... for Schitt's Creek, my favorite ships are Alexis/Twyla and Stevie/Ruth, and those are also my favorite characters to write. For A League of Their Own, my favorite ships are Carson/Greta, Jo/Maybelle, and Jess/Lupe—I'm not sure how I feel about Esther yet for Max—but I would also really like to write about just about any Peach, Max, or Clance!

Ok, now on to the actual meme!

Favorite time of year: Fall! Both where I grew up out in the Midwest/East but also here in Southern California, although our "fall" doesn't really start until the end of November and only lasts for like a month or so until we go into "winter" (though it does get to around 35F, which is colder than a lot of people think SoCal gets!). Fall has always been my favorite season.

Comfort food: Literally anything—I am obsessed with food. Right now, the first thing that comes to mind is really good almond toffee.

Do you collect something?: Baseball caps and Disney pins.

Favorite drink: Coffee, bubble tea, hard cider

Favorite song: Another tough one for me to answer as I was a music major in college, so I love all genres. I've been listening to a lot of Camila Cabello lately, so I think I have to shoutout "Hasta Los Dientes" by her.

Favorite Fic: In the Schitt's Creek fandom, it's your body's poetry (speak to me), which is an Alexis/Twyla ballet AU by @anniemurphys (it also has a podfic by @hullomoon!). For A League of Their Own, I need to read more fic in the fandom (especially while it's still early days!), but I really liked she is made up of more, which is a Carson/Greta fic by @littledata.

Tagging: @lilythesilly @babywarrior5 @rmd-writes @hippolotamus @alysiswriting @brrose-apothecary @schitthappens @sharonfieldstone and whoever wants to do this!

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Salutacions, amics i amigues de la música i el bon rotllo! 🎶🎤 Us rebrem amb una enorme dosi d'alegria i ritme en aquest nou episodi de "Toca-me-la en català", el lloc on les cançons internacionals prenen una nova vida en la nostra estimada llengua catalana! 😄🎵 Avui et portem una selecció de temes que et faran moure't i cantar com mai! 🕺🎉 Índex del programa: 00:00:00 Presentació 00:03:35 Camila Cabello: Señorita (Senyorito). 00:08:00 George Harrison: Got my mind set on you (Tinc la ment fixada en tu) 00:12:25 Gloria Gaynor: I will survive (Sobreviuré) 00:18:30 Laura Branigan: You take my self control. (Tu prens el meu control). 00:24:25 Communards: Don't leave me this way (No em deixis així) 00:29:25 The Byrds: Feel a whole lot better (Em sentiré molt millor). 00:33:14 Madonna: Hung up (Ben penjat). 00:37:40 UB40: Kingston Town 00:42:45 Ray Stevens: I'm my own grandpa. (Jo el meu avi soc). 00:46:45 Katrina & The Waves: Walking on sunshine. (Més content que un gínjol). 00:57:50: El Doctor Slump! 00:59:29 Vaiana: On aniré. 01:03:35 Eurythmics: Sweet dreams (Dolços somnis). 01:15:52 El que pugui (Lletra by Jau, música de Baccara, I can boogie). 01:27:15 Pet Shop Boys: Always on my mind. (Sempre et tinc al cap) 01:35:35 Katie Melua: Wonderful life (Viure és tant meravellós) 01:40:37 Miley Cyrus: Flowers (Flors) 01:46:35 Lonzo & Oscar: I'm my own grandpa. (Jo el meu avi soc) 01:53:40 Queen: I want to break free. (Jo em vull alliberar). Així doncs, esperem que gaudeixis d'aquest episodi carregat de ritme i melodies que no podràs oblidar! Subscriu-te al nostre canal i no et perdis ni un sol detall d'aquest i altres programes inoblidables! 🎵

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loserlover2ff · 10 months

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Cap. 2

Yeonjun

-O que está acontecendo? – Taehyun pergunta ao encontrar o amigo trancado no banheiro. Yeonjun se enfiara ali depois que saíram do palco e até agora não tomara seu lugar na mesa da banda no evento. – hyung, fala alguma coisa.

-Eu estou bem, eu só precisava de um tempo só isso.

-Desde ontem que você está assim.

-É que eu não consigo lidar muito bem com tudo isso, sabe? É gente demais, pessoas demais.

-Você nunca teve problemas com pessoas, você sempre foi ótimo em fazer amizades.

-Eu sei, mas todo esse sufoco, toda essa imprensa em cima da gente e esses convites para festas...

-Você não quer ir, certo?- Taehyun enfim parece entender o amigo. – o convite da festa na casa do Ansel, você não quer ir.

-Não é por ele. – Yeonjung fala rápido. – eu gosto dele, ele é um cara legal, mas...

-Mas você não quer ir por causa do que ele te falou a respeito das garotas estarem todas ansiosas pra te conhecer?

-Eu não sei como lidar com isso, quer dizer, as coisas que as pessoas aqui dizem, me deixa desconfortável.

-Você não querer se aproximar delas tem alguma coisa a ver com o que você deixou para trás há cinco anos?

-Você está se referindo a Lizzy?

-A quem mais seria?

-Não, não tem nada a ver com ela.

-Isso é bom, porque pelo que a gente sabe ela já pode estar casada com uma família no Brasil, ela pode nem ao menos lembrar que você existe.

-Obrigado Taehyun, agora eu me sinto bem melhor. – Yeonjun dispara em tom de ironia, Taehyun dá de ombros.

-Desculpe.

-Ei, o Yeonjun está se sentindo melhor?- a voz de um dos produtores do evento faz com que Taehyun encare a porta.

-Está sim, foi só um mal-estar, já estamos saindo.

-Certo, os prêmios vão começar a ser anunciados.

-Já estamos indo.

-Ok.

Yeonjun respira fundo e encara o próprio reflexo no espelho.

-Vamos lá, hora de vestir o personagem.

E forçando um sorriso ele segue caminho.

-Onde diabos vocês estavam? – Soobin pergunta encarando os dois que se aproximam.- Já está na hora de entrarmos na premiação.

-Desculpe. – é o que Yeonjun consegue dizer.

-Vamos estamos atrasados, todos vão ficar nos encarando enquanto passamos por eles por causa de vocês dois. –Soobin esbraveja.

-Calma cara, o Yeonjun hyung não estava se sentindo bem. – Taehyun discute.

-Que seja.

Os cinco seguem caminho em direção a seus lugares na cerimônia de premiação. Conseguem ouvir os gritos das fãs que os aguardam, acenam para elas antes de tomarem seus lugares na primeira fileira. Escutam alguns dos artistas que já estão por lá comentarem algo a respeito da gritaria, mas ignoram o comentário.

-Já fizemos nosso comeback. – Soobin começa encarando-os, os outros quatro estão completamente concentrados nas palavras dele. – vamos assistir o resto das apresentações e depois da premiação vamos para o hotel, certo?

-Uhum. – todos concordam.

-TXT? – os cinco erguem os olhos para dar de cara com rostos conhecidos, afinal naquela cerimônia se encontram os maiores nomes da música mundial. De alguma forma eles se sentem meio estranhos no meio de tanta gente. Claro que foram avisados que no instante em que pisassem na premiação seriam cercados tanto pela imprensa como pelos outros artistas. Haviam lido uma matéria naquele dia mais cedo que se intitulava: Todos querem um pedaço do TXT depois de terem tirado vários pedaços dos sumbaes deles, e pela forma que os cercavam desde que eles chegaram, parece que a matéria estava certa.

Conhecem as duas garotas que estão de pé de frente a si com sorrisos no rosto. Taylor Swift e Camila Cabello.

-Ah olá. – cumprimentam ficando de pé e fazendo pequenas reverências em direção as duas que sorriem.

Taylor é a primeira a se aproximar e abraçar o primeiro da fila, no caso Taehyun. Ele retribui ao abraço de forma desengonçada e desconfortável, afinal na Coréia só se abraça quem você realmente quer abraçar.

Os outros quatro não se dão melhor, tentam parecer um pouco menos tensos, mas não conseguem. Respeitam o talento das duas e admiram seus trabalhos, mas realmente não estão acostumados com aquele tipo de contato.

Então as duas se aproximam dos dois últimos da fila, Yeonjun e Beomgyu. Ao cumprimentar Yeonjun Taylor diz algo que ele não consegue compreender, ele encara Soobin que faz um gesto de “Depois eu te digo.”

Após os abraços desajeitados as duas se afastam. Os cinco respiram aliviados e voltam a se sentar.

-O que ela disse? Eu não ouvi direito – Yeonjun pergunta se debruçando para encarar Soobin.

-Ela disse que a votação estava mesmo certa e que você é realmente a pessoa mais sexy que ela já viu.

Ao contrário do que qualquer pessoa faria, Yeonjun dá de ombros como se aquilo não fosse nada de mais.

-Hyung. – Beomgyu começa encarando Yeonjun. – por que vocês demoraram no banheiro? Você estava mesmo passando mal?

Yeonjun olha ao redor, precisa ter certeza de que nenhuma câmera os filma, afinal da forma com que suas fãs são, elas com certeza arranjariam uma forma de conseguir, sabe-se Deus lá como, desvendar o que ele está dizendo.

-Eu meio que me escondi no banheiro porque precisava de um tempo e... – então ele se cala no momento em que seu rosto é mostrado no telão do evento e faz seu já tão característico sinal, chamando os fãs com um sorriso, sinal esse que já se tornara famoso. A gritaria é geral. Beomgyu e Huening entram no jogo, sorrindo e acenando em direção a câmera até que ela se afasta.

-Eu não quero ir para essa festa. – Yeonjun dispara antes que a câmera decida voltar a filmá-lo.

-Espera um segundo. –Beomgyu fala se debruçando na mesa para encarar os quatro membros. – ei, psiu!

-Que? – Taehyun pergunta encarando-o firme.

-Alguém aqui está afim de ir nessa festa na casa do Ansel?

Soobindá de ombros, Taehyun e Huening fazem o mesmo.

-O Yeonjun hyung não está com vontade.

-E como a gente vai resolver isso? A gente não pode simplesmente dizer que não vai e...- e mais uma vez eles cortam o assunto para fingir estarem se divertindo na premiação quando o que realmente querem é voltar para o hotel. – isso seria rude da nossa parte.

-Eu posso resolver isso. – Beomgyu começa. – se vocês me derem carta branca eu...

Então algo chama a atenção de Yeonjun, um pequeno e leve toque em seu ombro esquerdo faz com que ele se vire para encarar quem o chama.

-Yeonjun?

-Oi?

Bebe Rexha, ele a conhece, quer dizer, todo mundo a conhece.

-Eu posso tirar uma foto com você? – ela pergunta relutante, então ele enfim nota. Bebe Rexha, uma das maiores cantoras de pop da atualidade está visivelmente relutante em pedir uma foto com ele. quer dizer, ele é tão importante assim? A banda se tornara assim tão grande?

-Ah, claro. – responde.

Então ela se aproxima, e estende o celular de frente a ele. Yeonjun se debruça para trás para se encaixar na foto e abre um pequeno sorriso.

Depois que a foto é tirada ele a encara.

-Ficou ok? – pergunta.

-Ficou perfeita, obrigada Yeonjun!

-Ei ei, refaçam a pose. – um fotógrafo se aproxima com a câmera em riste. Yeonjun o encara.

Bebe Rexha se aproxima novamente, Yeonjun mais uma vez sorri tentando fingir que não está completamente incomodado com a situação. Depois que a foto é tirada o fotógrafo agradece e segue caminho.

Quando Bebe Rexha se afasta ele se debruça para encarar Beomgyu.

-Ok, por mim você tem a carta. Alguém discorda?

Todos fazem gestos negativos com a cabeça.

-Ok então. – Beomgyu começa com um sorriso. – deixem comigo.

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