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Love Me Like A Rockstar (8)

Chapter 8: Own My Mind

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

Warning: cursing

Word count: 8.3k

Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au

Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hello, lovelies! I'm back with a new chapter and let me tell you, ever since I've started writing this there's been little changes to the plot here and there, but...we should all thank Song Mingi for the way he's been acting this weekend for bringing a major change to it (i wanna kms ha-ha *dies in pain*) Anyways, I have a love-hate relationship with that man right now, don't mind my dramatic ass. Please listen to Maneskin's Own My Mind before or while reading this chapter, just the usual! If you want to be added to this story's taglist, just leave a comment on this post and you'll be added! Also, the drawing our girlie is talking about that is on her bed (later in this chp.), is absolutely waterbomb Mingi and it's a call-back to chp. 4 hehet. I have a surprise at the end of this chapter lol. One last question and then I'm going, should I do a Q&A surrounding this story? Like, if you have any curiosities about it, you can send in an ask and I'll gladly answer it! ^^ I hope you'll enjoy this part and, as always, let me know your thoughts about it!

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            I shivered as I hurriedly shrugged off my jacket, backpack discarded the second I stepped inside my warm home, the loud thunder cut short as Mingi quickly closed the front door behind himself, hissing and groaning. I turned my head to watch him struggle out of his worn-out jacket as I stepped out of my shoes, hardly believing that from just a few minutes out in the rain, even my socks got soaked. Mingi’s head shook as his body trembled, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I watched him. He looked quite hilarious with his black hair sticking to his forehead, glasses so wet he couldn’t see through them anymore, loose clothing now sticking to his lean body like a second skin.

“What’s so funny?” Mingi playfully furrowed his eyebrows as he took his specks off, shaking the water off the glass, as wiping it against his already wet clothes wouldn’t have helped him in ridding his glasses of water.

“You.” I mumbled with a chuckle as I peeled my cardigan off, skin covered in goosebumps as my damp skin was exposed to the chilly air in the hallway. Mingi rolled his eyes, and placed his glasses back on as I took off towards the wardrobe by the stairs, chewing on my bottom lip. Mingi would have to change out of his wet clothes, unless we wanted him to catch a cold. I couldn’t leave him standing there like that, shivering and sniffing as he already sneezed loudly. His apology was sheepish, but I just flashed him a small smile before opening the heavy door of the wardrobe. There were minimal chances that the box I was looking for was still inside the wardrobe, considering the fact that my mother would go on a cleaning frenzy every month and throw out almost everything inside the house that she deemed unusable anymore. Therefore, there were almost one to zero chances that the box I so vividly remember having placed here ages ago, was still in its spot.

“Uh, do you think I could use the bathroom real fast?” Mingi asked, voice sounding unsure as I kneeled down in front of the wardrobe, eyebrows furrowing when I didn’t spot the box right away.

“One second, let me find something.” I called out, leaning forward as I pushed my mother’s long coats hanging in my face out of the way, and disappeared further into the wardrobe as I pushed and pulled at the thick blankets she kept in there. I thought about giving up for a second, about her having thrown out the contents of the box I was searching for, but I gasped when I felt the sturdy cartoon underneath my fingertips. With a triumphant smile, I pulled on it, a few scarfs and my very old Hello Kitty beanie falling out in the process. The box felt heavier than I remembered it to be, and my heart settled knowing that my mother didn’t throw it out. But that didn’t mean it didn’t start beating wildly once I sat back on my heels, box placed in front of me. A chill ran down my spine, and I knew right now that it wasn’t because of the chilly air and my damp skin. Whatever still remained inside this box…is what I never had the strength to throw out, to fully get rid of every memory lingering of Yunho. I gulped, chewing on my bottom lip as I hesitated opening it up. But there was another loud sneeze, and as I briefly glanced at Mingi, I couldn’t help but notice the light red tinge on his cheeks as he typed away on his phone, completely soaked. I really had no other choice but to open up the box of pandora.

And a lump formed in my throat when I finally opened it, a stale scent hitting my nose. My eyebrows furrowed when a golden butterfly necklace sat on top of everything, a harsh reminder of all the gifts Yunho would buy for me during our relationship. I have thrown out all the gifts, except this one. It was expensive, and frankly, too beautiful to be thrown out or gifted to anyone else. Gulping, I pushed the necklace aside and sighed as I dug around the box, jaw clenching at the three sketchbooks getting in my way. They were filled with drawings of Yunho and myself, of all the places we’ve been to, of all the places I have wished to visit with Yunho. Of all the memories we have once made, and of all the memories I wished we could’ve made. Being an artist was amazing, but at certain times it was a nightmare in disguise, brain able to conjure such vivid images that never happened, that it could fool me into thinking that they have actually happened. I sighed quietly as I felt eyes on me, and finally found what I was searching for. A fuzzy and faded knitted sweater, a plethora of colors mixed together, from beige to a light purple, black and silver in the mix too. I pulled it out of the box, together with the grey sweatpants, and cleared my throat as I stood, hands burning the longer I held the clothing in my hands. I felt guilty, almost disgusting as I neared Mingi again, trying to avoid his eyes as he had an easy look on his face, smiling despite continuously sniffing.

“These are the only male clothing we have in the house,” I said as I reached my hands out, looking at Mingi’s chest rather than eyes, “hopefully they’ll fit you.”

“And if they won’t, you can always give me one of your colorful fuzzy cardigans.” Mingi’s tone was playful and I chuckled, giving him a playful glare. Those cardigans would never fit his broad shoulders. The tightness was gone from my chest as Mingi took the clothes from my grasp, a thankful look on his face. The guilt remained, but it wasn’t so pressing anymore.

“You can change in the bathroom downstairs,” I pointed towards the closed door across from the wardrobe, “towels are in the cabinet above the toilet. Do you need a hairdryer?”

Mingi shook his head with a smile and gave my soaked hair a light tap, “Thank you, Y/N.”

The way he seemed to linger on my name sent my heart into a dumb frenzy, and I found myself flustered beyond, emotion so foreign I forgot how to speak for a second. And Mingi didn’t miss it, fuck, because he walked away with a smug smile towards the bathroom and paused in the doorway for dramatic effect, before disappearing with a damn wink. I huffed, glaring daggers at the closed door as I scurried to shove everything fallen out back inside the wardrobe, closing its door rather harshly. I licked my chapped lips and raced up the stairs, throwing the door to my room open and taking a second to take in its state. My desk was messy, but that’s just how it always was, I couldn’t do much about it right now. I opened the blackout curtains, however, the weather already gloomy enough to cast shadows inside my dark room. I flinched as another thunder rumbled through the sky, and grabbed the first clothes I found in my closet, walking to the bathroom upstairs.

After having changed into wide legged leggings that had cotton on the inside, I quickly threw on a white tank top and a soft pink mock neck sweater, sighing in content as warmth finally enveloped my body after I have dried up the dampness on it with a towel. I skipped down the stairs as I had a towel around my head, messily towel drying my hair, completely missing the tall form standing at the foot of the stairs as I stumbled into him. I yelped, but Mingi quickly steadied me by the elbows. Before I had the chance to pull the towel off my head, two large hands grabbed at it and started softly rubbing the towel against my wet hair. I froze, everything inside me stopping as even my breath stilled, eyes wide open. Mingi said nothing as he continued with his actions, quietly humming to himself. I was afraid he’d be able to hear my loud heartbeat as I breathed through my mouth, lips parting as I struggled to calm down. I was thankful for the towel hiding my face, because I could feel the blush spreading down from my cheeks to my ears, and even neck. I couldn’t remember a time when I have blushed this hard, and it made me feel slightly disoriented. For God’s sake, Mingi was simply towel drying my hair for me, why was I having such a visceral reaction to it?! My mind seemed to be screaming at me, but I was too busy trying to regulate my breathing, doing so quietly, as Mingi’s hands became a little rougher, almost pulling on specific strands of hair. My eyes narrowed as he turned my head left to right to his likes, and I groaned as his fingers dug into my scalp.

“Hey, stop it!” I whined and slapped at his hand, making Mingi chuckle as he ruffled my hair to the point I had strands from the back falling into my eyes.

“Oh, good,” He was still chuckling, “for a second there I thought you had fallen asleep with how quiet you were.”

Despite not being able to see his face, or anything if I looked ahead, I could still peek down and see his feet. I was standing on the last step of the stairs, and with an evil grin, I jumped down, his naked toes falling victims to my attack. Mingi yelped loudly, and I cackled as I pulled the towel off my face, smiling at him smugly.

“Serves you right since my hair is all knotted up thanks to you.” I raised my eyebrows at him as Mingi had his right leg raised, massaging his toes with a pained expression.

“So you break my toes?!” He exclaimed, his deep tone a few octaves higher, making me snicker to myself as I threw the towel at him, making him yelp and look at me with an appalled expression on his face.

“Stop being a baby,” I stuck my tongue out at him as I walked towards the front door to lock it before I went inside the kitchen, “And wear some slippers before you come to the kitchen.”

Mingi was closely following behind me, ignoring my words, “What, one of your dwarf slippers? It’s either my toes or heels will be dangling off.”

The image was funny in my head, but I ignored it in order to throw him a scrutinizing look, “The tiles are cold in here, you’ll catch a cold.”

A wide smile spread on Mingi’s lips as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest, biceps bulging underneath the tight fabric of the sweater, “You’re so cute when you worry about me, doll.”

There goes the pleasant exchange we’ve been having up until now. My voice became devoid of any expression besides the glare I threw at him, mirroring him as I crossed my arms in front of my chest, “I’m not cute. I’m merely saying you’ll probably catch a cold since we’ve been out in the rain not even fifteen minutes ago. And since you’re a singer you should be taking a lot more care of yourself.”

Mingi remained silent for a few seconds, until I watched a light hue tinge his cheeks. Was he blushing because I was lecturing him? Just what in the hell?!

“You’re right, sorry.” Mingi mumbled, but showed no intentions of actually following through with my words as he walked further inside the room, sitting at the table, feet up on the chair as he hugged his long legs to his chest. For such a tall and broad man, he looked extremely tiny sitting on that chair right now.

“Uh,” A little confused by the turn of events, I looked around the kitchen, trying to remember the initial purpose of me coming here, “Right. You don’t like tea, so we have coffee or hot chocolate to warm us up, which one would you like?”

Mingi’s eyes lingered on me for a second too long, taking in my whole being before his eyes settled on my face again, a smile so genuine settling on his lips that his eyes were sparkling, “Hot chocolate is fine.”

I hummed, a little breathless, then turned to open the cabinet above the microwave to take out two tall mugs for the hot chocolate. For some reason, I didn’t mind Mingi’s eyes following my every move as I tinkered around in my kitchen, taking everything I needed in my hands to prepare them on the counter. The thought of having Mingi inside my home, sitting in my kitchen, wearing my ex’s clothes, acting like we’ve been friends since forever seemed to hit me at once as I froze for a second while pouring water inside the second mug, Mingi’s mug. And what was even more surprising was not finding any thoughts that suggested that this was wrong, that I shouldn’t be doing this, that Mingi didn’t belong inside my kitchen. I didn’t want to dwell more on why it all felt so right, so instead, I watched as the mugs whirled around in the microwave, locking these thoughts away for later…I knew they’d come back late at night to haunt me, it’s just how it always was.

Mingi clearing his throat gained my attention as I glanced back at him, and tried not to look too long. The way Yunho’s clothes perfectly fit Mingi’s form was alarming, albeit the sweatpants seemed to be slightly too long for Mingi. I’ve had Yunho’s clothes since highschool, which was a few good years ago, yet they still fit Mingi. It made me wonder if the two ever exchanged clothes or wore something matching, like best friends would do for fun. I know Yunho had once mentioned having matching rings with Mingi, but back then I was too jealous about their closeness to ask any further questions about any other matching items they had. And it was a little surprising just how well Mingi’s skin tone was complimented by the colors of Yunho’s old sweater, Mingi’s necklaces sitting on top of the knitted fabric. That sweater was one of my favorite’s while Yunho and I were dating, Yunho always seemed to be glowing when he wore it. At some point I had even forgotten that I still had it. Perhaps I should do something about the contents of that box, join my mother next month in her frenzy cleaning marathon and throw out its contents.

The microwave pinged and I took the two mugs out, realizing that Mingi and I had been staring at each other for at least a good minute, my cheeks flushed again. A soft chuckle was heard behind me, but I ignored it for my own sake. The silence didn’t last for longer as I opened the little packages containing the hot chocolate powder to pour into our cups, “This might sound crazy, but I swear I’ve seen this exact sweater on Yunho quite a few times.”

I froze, thankful that I had my back to Mingi as panic flashed over my face. Deep breaths, I had this. Mingi didn’t have to know, I could lie my way out of this. And so, I forced a small smile on my face as I faced him while walking to the fridge, “Really? Well, coincidence, maybe. It’s my cousin’s sweater, he forgot it here once, but as he lives overseas he never came to get it and my mother just placed it away for when he comes to visit us.”

I didn’t have one single male cousin. Let alone cousin’s that lived overseas.

“Oh,” Mingi mumbled as he picked at an undone string on the sleeve of Yunho’s sweater, “Yeah, that could be it, a coincidence, I mean. Besides, my memory is a little fuzzy, I might be wrong.”

I gulped away the guilt that suddenly bloomed in my chest and grabbed the whipped cream, raising it up, “Whipped cream for your hot chocolate?”

I grinned at Mingi as he slowly shook his head, “I drink it simple.”

“Really?” I asked surprised as I walked back to the mugs, “Not even with marshmallows?”

Mingi shook his head with a small smile and so I mixed his powder with the warm water, handing it to him. Mingi had a fond smile on his lips when he took it, his cold fingers lightly brushing against mine, making me blush like a stupid schoolgirl who has a crush. And I do not have a crush on anyone, let alone on Song Mingi. I swiftly turned around, hoping that Mingi didn’t notice me blushing as I quickly put whipped cream in my hot chocolate and stuck two marshmallows in it, putting everything away quickly. I turned to face him as I took a sip, leaning against the counter. Mingi sat in a cross-legged position on the chair as he had the mug in his hands, ring clad fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes lingered on his painted nails, slowly trailing up to Mingi’s face. His black fluffy hair fell in his eyes, obscuring his sharp eyes slightly as they were devoid of the black eyeliner now, a few blemishes tainting his otherwise glowing skin around his jaw, glasses slipping low on his tall nose, and plump lips red and slightly wet from how much Mingi always licks his lips. The simplicity of his whole being has never looked more attractive than right now, and as Mingi opened his mouth to say something, I was startled by such alarming thoughts, and so I hurried out of the kitchen.

“Let’s go up to my room!” I called out, on the brink of crying from all these stupid emotions I was suddenly feeling, trying to calm my crazily beating heart. Who allowed my brain to think in such way of Song Mingi? When did I even start considering him attractive? He was annoying, obnoxiously loud, arrogant and irritating, there was absolutely nothing to like about him or find in him attractive. I had to get a grip of myself right now! Mingi’s footsteps were dull as he followed after me, probably surprised that I had waited for him at the top of the stairs, unknowing of the storm inside my head, matching the raging storm outside. Lightning flashed every two seconds, skies rumbling with thunder, shaking even the ground at times. I hated storms, but suddenly it wasn’t as unbearable as before. When Mingi stood next to me, I lead us towards my room and pushed the door open, leaving it like that as Mingi walked in once I stepped aside for him, allowing him inside my safe space.

I have never been consciously proud or embarrassed of what my room looked like, the thought of what others thought of it absent up until right now. As Mingi walked further inside, head turning each and every way, taking everything in, suddenly I realized I was scared of what he would think. My walls were painted a light grey, on purpose, and there was little to no space left bare except for the wall on which the window was. My bed was pushed up against the wall to your left just as you walked inside, sketches that I have done throughout the years plastered up and put on display, my very first drawing even making it up on my wall. It was my little personal museum, a way of reminding myself of where I started out and how much I have evolved ever since, and even how much I was still changing as I was experimenting with my styles, learning a new technique in the class of Mr. Yoon. The desk across from my bed was messy, like I have said, it was littered with everything I needed to have at hand. Pencil holders filled to the brim, at least five of them, then there were brushes and little paint tubes littered all over it, notebooks and discarded sketches sitting underneath it, with my laptop hanging just a little dangerously off, not having paid much attention where I have put it this morning. A plain canvas was spread out on the little free space I still had, a project I had planned on starting today, now postponed for tomorrow. The wall above my desk had three modest shelves filled to the brim with books and some vinyl’s I have started collecting not long ago, pots and plants hanging off from the sides. The wall around the shelves was decorated by posters and pictures of my favorite bands, a few of my favorite paintings mixing in with them. The little stand next to my desk had my vinyl player, plants underneath it and around it, little ones. And then in the corner there was an old guitar that once had belonged to my mother, who has had a phase back in highschool and dreams of becoming a band member, famous and rich. She didn’t have the heart to gift the guitar to anyone, so she’s always kept it and passed it on to me once I was old enough. I never had an affinity for playing any instruments, but I do enjoy good music. A mix of old and new artists making it in that mix, actually—perhaps Noir Zenith slowly becoming one of them too, but Mingi didn’t have to know that. My closet was to the right just as you walked in, and it was of dark and sturdy wood, expanding from the ceiling to the floor. I had a little mirror right on its right side, the wall above and behind it, going right behind the door even, littered with my favorite painter’s paintings. Of course, they were only prints made at the local copy shop, but that didn’t matter. Fairy lights hung above my bed and from the lamp on the ceiling. The two nightstands on either side of my bed were more organized than one would expect from me, little makeup buckets placed on the one closest to the window, charger cable and some headphones sitting on the dark wood. The one nearest to the door had pictures of myself and my mom, and of Seulgi and I on display with a little clock, its drawer so filled with notebooks that I couldn’t quite close it. Thankfully the drawers of my desk weren’t so filled, I had just rearranged them last week, one evening when I was too restless to sleep.

Mingi was quiet as his mouth was slightly open, eyes wide as he took everything in, eyes falling onto my bed. I followed his sight and was mortified to find my biggest sketchbook open and displaying a quite realistic sketch of Mingi performing on stage. It was from the night I had a breakdown and Mingi found me in that diner. Seulgi had sent me some pictures she had taken of Wooyoung and accidentally slipped in one with Mingi too, and because the image just wouldn’t leave my mind, I knew I had no choice but to draw it. I dived for the sketchbook as if my life depended on it, all of it happening so fast I hoped Mingi didn’t actually catch what the drawing—or better said, who—the drawing was of. I shut it closed and pushed it off the bed, the light thud loud in the silent room. When I turned to look at Mingi, ready to face his smug face and taunting words, I was surprised to find his attention on something completely different. Of course, I should’ve expected from a man who plays in a band to be enamored by the vintage guitar in my possession. Its body was a light blue and had cherry blossoms painted over it, something my mother admitted to doing so, which lead to an argument with her father back in the days when he had seen the “damage” my mother had done to the pricey guitar.

“Is that a Martin D-19?” Mingi gushed as he walked toward the guitar, mouth hanging open. My eyebrows raised at his knowledge about it upon one glance. To me, it looked like a regular acoustic guitar. But then again, I should’ve expected it from a music major and a guy who has a literal band and plays the bass.

“Yeah, it was my mother’s.” I answered as I set my mug on the nightstand and sat at the edge of my bed, watching the awed expression on Mingi’s face. He had placed his mug by the foot of my desk as he crouched down, admiring the guitar from up-close.

“It’s absolutely beautiful.” Mingi whispered, fingers carefully tracing its body. Not even at gun point would I have admitted my next thought, which was of just how beautiful Mingi looked in this exact moment. Lightning flashed and the ground shook with the intense thunder, making Mingi tense for a second before he turned back to face me with the prettiest smile I have ever seen on someone.

“Your mother knows how to play it?” He asked, sounding enthusiastic. I was breathless, but after a big gulp, I forced my brain to function.

“Yeah,” I answered with a small smile, “she was a big rock lover back in the days, even wanted to start her own band. But due to her parents negative reactions to it, she unfortunately had to give up on that dream and do something more ‘real’.”

I rolled my eyes at the end of my sentence, not very fond of my grandparents. They weren’t bad people, but they also treated my mother harshly, and even myself, always asking about my future plans and straight up crying when I told them I wanted to become a painter. I saw the way Mingi’s face hardened for a second, but I knew he didn’t want to talk about it as he became expressionless quickly after. I was curious what made his mood become sour so quickly, if he perhaps related to what I have said in some way, but I wouldn’t prod. If he wants to tell me, he will sometime. So, instead, as a distraction, I scooched up further on my bed and patted the mattress next to me with a lazy smile, watching Mingi’s eyes slightly widen. He looked a little shy as he grabbed his mug and rose up to his full height, steps almost hesitant as he approached the bed, making me snort. It made Mingi narrow his eyes as I crossed my legs underneath myself as he kneeled on the bed and then settled beside me, long legs extended as he playfully wiggled his feet left and right. I chuckled as I clasped my hands together, letting them rest in my lap as Mingi took a sip of his hot chocolate. The silence was comfortable between us, the harsh rain hitting the windows loudly, wind rocking trees harshly, and the lightning and rumble a constant background noise.

“Last time when we performed at Outlaw, when you didn’t come,” Mingi paused and turned his head to look at me, “you know, when we met at the diner—”

“Let’s not talk about that.” I muttered with a grimace and Mingi hummed, licking his lips.

“Right, so, that night,” His voice was quiet, lips pulling into an abashed smile, “the crowd was bigger than usual, at first I blamed it on being a rowdier night, but it turned out those people were there to see us, Noir Zenith, to see me.”

I felt a small smile appear on my own lips, Mingi looking pleased with himself despite the light pink tinge of his cheeks, “And now Hongjoong might help us sign with a record deal, I feel like everything is finally coming together. Like my hard work is finally being rewarded.”

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling too wide, subconsciously reaching out to hold Mingi’s arm as he looked me in the eyes, “That’s so good, Mingi! You deserve all the praise and attention your band gets, you’re really good.”

“You really think so?” Mingi sounded small, eyes wide in wonder as he flushed more. I knew I have said some things that weren’t the nicest, and now it made me realize that Mingi never deserved hearing those things from me. Yeah, I didn’t like the guy much at the beginning—not that now I like him more—but I still shouldn’t have shit on his music, on something he pours his whole soul and heart into.

“I really do, Mingi.” I slightly squeezed his arm, hoping that he could hear the sincerity in my voice as a wide and bright smile spread onto Mingi’s plush lips, so contagious that I found myself with a matching smile on my own lips. I chuckled, for some reason not wanting to release his arm just yet, the knitted sweater soft and warm under my touch.

“Lovely seeing you slowly turn into my number one fan, doll.” Of course, trust Mingi to ruin the moment. My eyes narrowed as I sighed loudly, slowly shaking my head. Mingi chuckled before taking a large gulp of his not so hot anymore chocolate, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Now, don’t get cocky.” I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand off his arm, watching as his eyes lingered where I have touched him, “I can recognize good work without becoming your fan.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Mingi mused playfully and I scoffed, bumping my shoulder into his before I went to retrieve my laptop from my desk, “Seonghwa and Wooyoung want us to try out new genres.”

“Really?” I asked surprised as I settled back in my previous spot, knee brushing against Mingi’s thigh, “Like what?”

“Well, nothing specific, just something little softer.” Mingi pursed his lips, fiddling with the mug in his hands, “Maybe something more indie rock.”

“I love indie rock,” I muttered absentmindedly as I powered on my laptop, “and why are you reluctant?”

Mingi seemed surprised that I had caught on, but it was quite obvious in his tone that he didn’t sound very enthusiastic about it, “Because my voice is rough and raw, unlike Seonghwa’s who’s smooth and almost angelic, and Wooyoung’s who’s can reach pitches I can only dream of and has a roughness that is absolutely soft at the same time, alluring.”

“Your voice is deep and powerful, it conveys every single emotion you’re feeling when you sing, Mingi. Your raspy tone alone tells a story, even without speaking the same language I would understand what you’re singing about. But just because it’s rougher and more powerful compared to Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful and enchanting, Mingi.” Occupied with typing in the password to my laptop, I failed to notice the way Mingi’s breaths became shallow, the way his eyes bore into the side of my skull, “I think your voice is unique and desirable, you should be proud of it and not look down on yourself because of it. Many wish to have what you have, so really, don’t think any less of yourself because you think Seonghwa and Wooyoung are somehow better and more alluring. It’s not true, each one of you has their charm and well…I think you’re the most charming out of the three of you.”

I didn’t expect the expression on Mingi’s face when I turned my head to look at him. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were glazed over as his sharp eyes watched me intently, his breaths loud as his cheeks were red. My eyebrows furrowed, and for a second I worried I have made him angry, but the longer I looked, I realized the look in his eyes had nothing to do with anger. I gulped and averted my eyes, suddenly feeling my heart race again, biting my lower lip and trying to ignore the overbearing proximity between us. It was only our knee and thigh touching, yet it felt like Mingi was all over me, his scent still strong despite having changed out of his clothes and getting soaked by the rain. He always had a sharp scent surround him; it reminded me of pine trees.

“Thank you.” At last, Mingi found his voice and it was lower than before, goosebumps covered my skin as the low baritone of it traveled through my body. I nodded once in acknowledgement, not trusting my voice as I went on the internet to search for some movies to watch and pass the time while we wait for the storm to pass. If it passes, “Do you think rapping would fit my tone?”

It was an unexpected question, but as I mulled over it, I concluded that Mingi had the perfect timbre to both sing and rap, “Yeah, I think it would.”

I dared to take a peek at Mingi from the corner of my eyes, and was relieved to find the intensity gone from his face, instead, a soft smile grazed his lips as he finished his hot chocolate. He leaned back and placed his empty mug next to mine on the nightstand and fished his phone out of his pocket, “I found some old videos of me at school plays, let’s see what my music genius bestie thinks of them.”

I rolled my eyes, but nevertheless peered over Mingi’s shoulder in curiosity, “Don’t make fun of me, I’m merely stating something that someone with not musically trained ears hear. You should be more thankful.”

“I’m more than thankful, Y/N.” Mingi suddenly turned his head, our faces too close for comfort, so I quickly leaned back as he placed his arm on my thigh and pressed play on a video he pulled up from his gallery.

『Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?

Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?

Do you wanna know what the good, good, bad things all feel like?

Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?』

            The movie of my choice was simple, The Quiet Ones. Nothing better than something a little spooky while there’s a wild storm raging outside, but to my utter surprise, Mingi looked terrified after only ten minutes of watching it. We were both leaning against the headboard of my bed, pillows behind our backs, and laptop placed between our lower bodies as our legs were stretched out. And despite the laptop being between us, Mingi’s shoulder pressed against mine not even five minutes after settling in our current spots. Trying to watch the horror movie, which was one of my favorite movie’s, turned out to be a fail, and I had no choice but to give in to Mingi as he only stopped whining when he got what he wanted. And that was watching a rom-com from the nineties, called 10 Things I Hate About You. I’ve seen it numerous times already, but it never gets old. There is something about the way the actors play their parts, and the plot too, that have me coming back to it with the same enthusiasm I had for it when watching it for the first time. At first, I thought Mingi hadn’t seen it and had only went along with my suggestion because he didn’t know what else to watch, but when he started quoting Patrick’s lines as if he were the character himself, I narrowed my eyes at him and poked his arm. After some painful jabs, he admitted that it was his favorite movie and he regularly rewatched it, especially if he was in a bad mood. That was a piece of information I wasn’t expecting from someone like Mingi. He looked like a guy who enjoyed tough and brutal movies, with the occasional romance movies if a pretty girl begged him to watch it together. Turns out, Mingi’s favorite genre is romance, and he hates horror, and depends on the type of thriller whether he likes it or not.

We found ourselves joking and laughing throughout the movie, making our own commentary about it after our first disagreement. Which was about whether Patrick accepting the money to charm Kat was right or wrong. Of course, it was very wrong to play with someone’s feelings and get paid for it too, but Mingi argued that if he never accepted it, then him and Kat would’ve never gotten together. And for that, I threw in the hypothetical scenario of him accepting money from Wooyoung so that he could take me out on a date and make me fall in love with him if that meant Wooyoung could have Seulgi date him. Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed and he declined such scenario, exactly proving my point why this was so wrong then, but he remained believing that for Kat and Patrick it totally worked out. And then he had the audacity to compare my stubbornness to Kat’s, making me call him just as stupid as Patrick was.

Time flew by as our laughter got louder, completely missing the way the rain had started to quiet down as we were immersed in the movie we were watching. It felt like a bubble was wrapped around us, isolating us from the cold world, and letting us enjoy ourselves without being so cautious of what we were saying. It felt nice. I couldn’t remember a time when I was able to let loose with someone other than Seulgi. It was a nice feeling, it made me excited in some way, completely making me forget that I was doing this with Mingi. He made it too easy to forget my worries and made me feel really comfortable all of a sudden, never stepping out of line—if we ignore his stupid flirting—and always keeping everything lighthearted. It was a nice change for once.

I groaned as I let my head fall back, lips pursed as my ass had gone numb from sitting so much in one place. Mingi snickered as Kat reversed into Joey’s car, clearly amused by the snarky remarks exchanged between the two characters. He was clearly into the witty exchanges, especially between Patrick and Kat, even having said that it makes Kat attractive how quickly and well she can shut Patrick down. I had told him that she wouldn’t have to do that if Patrick wasn’t so stupid most of the time, making Mingi roll his eyes at me, and say that I simply didn’t appreciate some good banter. Which wasn’t even true, I liked bantering if it had a smart purpose, not just to rile each other up, what was the point of that?

I licked my lips as my head lulled to the right, eyes falling on Mingi’s profile as he had his legs up, leaning forward as he hugged them around his knees with one arm. He was smiling and chuckling, pretty red lips pulled to the side, showing off his white teeth. His brows were dark, and his browbone being more prominent really sharpened his face in a very aesthetically pleasing way. Mingi’s face was very beautiful, and as an artist, I couldn’t help but admire it, and recognize it. So many pretty portraits of his face could be made, pity he doesn’t model. My lips pulled into a tiny smile at the thought of him modelling for me when we had to sketch human forms for our next class. I’m sure my professor would appreciate my drawings even more. Mingi’s glasses were discarded, and my eyes paused on his long nose, biting my lower lip just as Mingi chuckled again, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. He sniffed before rubbing two fingers against his plump lips, wetting them not even a second later. I gulped as I suddenly wondered what they would taste like. It was such a startling thought that I jumped, but Mingi suddenly looking at me certainly scared me more. I gulped, instantly blushing as a friendly smile painted Mingi’s lips as he leaned back, placing his head on the pillow, and letting it roll to the left. Our gazes connected, and I wasn’t surprised to find my heart beating so quickly once again, my lips pulling into a straight line as I struggled to keep my breathing even. Mingi’s easy smile didn’t disappear as his eyes racked over my face, it only became wider.

There was a whole galaxy behind those beautiful deep brown eyes of his, they sparkled with life and an excitement I haven’t seen in anyone before. I wished that I could recreate that in my drawings, but I wasn’t good enough to give simple eyes such deep emotions yet. And I really wished I was able to do so, because the longer I stared into Mingi’s eyes, the more lost I got in them, thoughts and worries disappearing into nothingness. Mingi’s hand twitched for a second and I tensed when I felt a finger gently poking my cold hand. I gulped, but I wasn’t able to look away as ever so softly more fingers brushed against my skin like feather, Mingi’s bottom lip between his teeth. His actions were slow and cautious, probably afraid that I would pull away, but I was too captured by his alluring gaze to even think to move away from him. Slowly, his longer fingers intertwined with mine and his rings cut into my skin when I squeezed his hand, uncaring that it hurt a bit. I knew my cheeks were now surely very red, but I couldn’t actually be bothered to feel embarrassed, not when Mingi’s cheeks were dusted pink as well. His high cheekbones were flushed the pretties color they could have been, and I smiled as Mingi blinked, looking abashed. Somehow no words had to be exchanged between us, everything felt comfortable, scarily familiar. I haven’t felt like this…since my ex. And not even with him have I felt so safe and understood, it always seemed like there was some invisible barrier between us, and I never understood why. With Mingi, if I allowed myself to feel and be unafraid, no barrier lay between the two of us.

I gulped, eyes suddenly falling on Mingi’s lips as his tongue poked out just slightly to wet them, his plump lips red and full. I’ve never seen a person have such full lips, and it made me wonder if they were as soft as one would imagine them be. Aware that my eyes were glued to Mingi’s lips, I looked back up in his eyes, trying to ignore how insanely attractive his mole right underneath it made him look. There was something about Mingi’s bareface that was so charming and beautiful that it almost made me feel jealous of it. Mingi sniffed quietly, and his bottom lip was between his teeth again as his eyes fell to my lips, my rapid heartbeat halting for a second. Could he be having similar thoughts to mine? I wouldn’t know, but when Mingi’s eyes found mine again, they were just slightly more intense and sharper. Like he was determined and nothing could stop him. I gulped loudly as he moved his head, just lightly, but it was closer than before. My heart was beating like crazy, but almost as if I was under a spell, I found myself shifting my head just a little bit closer. Mingi’s eyes no longer were on mine, and as my lips parted when I licked them, I felt Mingi’s hand squeeze mine just a little bit more. I gulped as I proceeded to lean even closer, my eyes fixated on Mingi’s lips now too, just wondering and wondering infinitely if they were warm, soft, wet, and what they would taste like. I didn’t startle nor flinch when Mingi angled his body so that he could lean dangerously close, the bridge of his nose brushing against mine. His hot breath mingled with mine as our lips were parted, a pull so magnetic I couldn’t untangle myself from it even if I tried to. My eyes threatened to flutter closed as I pressed my nose against his, the side of our lips rubbing just a little together as I couldn’t breathe regularly anymore. Mingi’s lips pressed ever so slightly against the corner of mine, feather like, and it suddenly wasn’t enough. The distance, it was too big—even if it didn’t even exist between us anymore—and I squeezed his hand as I angled my head to finally press our lips together, Mingi’s breaths audible due to our proximity.

But suddenly, a door was slammed shut loudly, “Sweetheart, I made it home finally! I saw a car parked in front of our house, all’s good?!”

The curious and shrill voice of my mother sent Mingi and I flying away from each other, both of our eyes wide as I was panting, my whole body burning. I couldn’t look at Mingi as I scrambled to press pause on the movie and Mingi was off the bed in a flash, sprinting towards my window. I could still feel his hot puffs against my face, and I gulped as I forced myself to forget everything I felt just seconds ago.

“The rain stopped,” Mingi’s voice was hoarse, so gravely that I had to clench my fists to stop myself from doing something I would regret, “I will be going.”

“I’ll go downstairs, let my mom know you’re here.” My voice wasn’t better off, I sounded breathless. I felt lightheaded as I got off the bed, standing and pausing for a second.

“Right, I’ll change back into my clothes and then—”

“No,” I didn’t mean to sound desperate as Mingi’s eyes fell on me, I had to look away in embarrassment, “keep them, they are of no use to me.”

“Right.” Mingi cleared his throat and I quickly walked past him, thankful that he stepped aside, and hurried out of my room and down the stairs. I took a deep breath to compose myself as I heard my mother placing down plastic bags in the kitchen. I needed to behave like everything was fine, when nothing was fine anymore.

“Hi!” My greeting was high pitched and way too cheery, my mother’s eyes narrowed when she saw me standing in the doorway, “Glad you made it home, the storm was awful.”

“It really was.” My mom grimaced as she continued unpacking the groceries, “You got home alright?”

“Yeah, uhm, actually,” I gulped and bit my lower lip as I heard Mingi coming down the stairs, “a friend from university drove me home as it was already raining, and he, uhm, stayed over. Because the rain was so bad he wouldn’t have been able to drive home. You know, safety measures and all.”

My mother paused and looked up at me with both of her eyebrows raised, “He?”

And on cue, Mingi appeared next to me, glasses pushed up on his nose adequately for once and hair not as messy as before, “Hello, my name is Song Mingi.”

“Nice to meet you, dear.” My mother’s eyes were glinting, looking way too happy for someone who was just introducing themselves. I was afraid of what would come, so, I grabbed Mingi’s arm and guided him towards the coat hanger.

“Mingi’s leaving, mom.” I said as I let go of his arm, averting my eyes as he wore his shoes and pulled on his jacket.

“Already?” My mom asked with a pout, coming to stand in the doorway, “Don’t you want to stay for dinner, dear?”

Mingi froze, eyes first finding mine before he looked at my mother with a polite smile, “Don’t worry, Mrs—”

“Oh, don’t be all formal with me, I hate that shit.” My mother chuckled and winked at him, “Call me Boyoung.”

Mingi gulped, seemingly taken aback by my mother’s behavior. I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, knowing how surprising the contrast between my mother’s personality and mine was. Sadly, I haven’t taken after her when it comes to my attitude, but that’s fine.

“Well, Boyoung, thank you for your offer, but my friends and I actually agreed on dining out tonight.” Mingi’s excuse sounded real, so I knew he wasn’t lying. I gulped when my mother threw me a very slick glare, almost saying that this was my fault. I rolled my eyes, offended by her assumption.

“That’s a pity, dear,” My mother pouted, but soon a bright smile appeared on her lips, “But you are invited for whenever you feel like having dinner with us, right, my starlight?”

I tried not to glare at my mother for the outrageous nickname, especially when I saw Mingi’s lips twitch in amusement. I told her not to call me that in front of others so many times, “Right, mom.”

My mother chuckled, all too aware of my dislike for the nickname, before her eyes landed on Mingi again. There was a brief pause, one too awkward for my liking, and then Mingi was clearing his throat and opening the front door.

“Uh,” He made eye contact with me briefly, “talk to you later.”

“Wait,” My mother’s eyebrows furrowed as Mingi stepped outside, trying to adjust the strap of his backpack, “Aren’t those Yun—”

“Talk to you later!” I loudly said, making sure to send my mother a very alarmed look as Mingi froze for a second before he hummed quietly and took off towards his car.

The air was chilly and humid due to the harsh rain, and as I closed the front door, I knew I had a lot of questions to answer when my eyes fell on my mother’s amused face.

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[negobeauriva]

Hello!

So, I'm not still really sure how Tumblr works, but I'm interested in getting my daily fix of content so I'm looking for blogs to follow!

Hiya, you can call me B, I'm 25 and I'm super into Joker Out and Käärija. I'm a Jure girlie through and through so I might post about him now and then 💙

I also enjoy Käärijan/BoJere content a lot!! I like Eurovision in general too. I'm interested in Maneskin, Go_A, Voyager, Luke Black, Konstrakta and more.

I hope we all get along well 💙

#Käärija #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #käärijan #jere pöyhönen #jure maček #jure macek #nace jordan #kris gustin #jan peteh #martin jurkovic #eurovision #esc

[filthforfriends]

The Sun is the Center of Everything: Author's Note

This novel isn't the most realistic thing I've written, but it is the most realistic, humanity-infused thing I've posted on here. I don't know what fuels this other fanfic writers to break six figure word counts, but for me its creating a world with things I wish were true. In the case of Guardian Angel, Y/n is good at math, has a consistently nurturing mother, and doesn't have to make herself softer or more palatable for her mate. Her romantic connection flows easily both ways and Y/n does't feel stifled by it. In addition, the therapy actually works. These are all things I wish to be true in my own life and writing Guardian Angel is an escape.

The Sun is the Center of Everything is also a narrative where things are healed that have gone unhealed in my own life. In this case it's my aunt's addiction issues, which ultimately led to her dying decades prematurely. Really this whole preamble has been me cushioning this: The Sun is the Center of Everything is a story from the perspective of Damiano's ex-girlfriend as he suffers and recovers from active addiction.

At this time I'd like to remind everyone to go read my blog title, which has always been Its All Fiction. My stories don't try to reflect reality, they are simply what my imagination cooks up. This narrative, although it contains a great deal more realism, is the same. Generally, fanfic writers are able to create plot free from the kind of policing I'm anxious about. (In fact, I was so anxious that originally I wasn't going to post this story when it was still in its infancy.) However, I do recognize that these topics can be extra sensitive/triggering not just in the world but in the Maneskin fandom.

More so, I made this little post because I tend to receive disproportionate backlash. Essentially, don't crawl up my ass. If you don't like it, don't read it. The isn't biographical and I've never claimed it as such. It is nothing more and nothing less than a piece of fiction.

I am going to level with you and make it abundantly motherfucking clear that I am not bulletproof. Even though much of the negativity I receive doesn't hurt my feelings, it takes a toll on my mental health that is, in fact, more damaging. Including the bat shit crazy stuff! Because I am bombarded by cruelty, people who think I am the "chef's kiss* perfect place to dump all their poisonous thoughts. Buy a journal!

Finally @harryssshouseee has been my muse and cheerleader for this story. If I hadn't met them, I wouldn't be able to write the lead character and certainly not this book. Thank you and much love.

#maneskin #måneskin #damiano david #må #damiano #damiano maneskin #maneskin damiano #damiano david x reader #damiano david fanfiction #damiano david imagine #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #maneskin smut #damiano david smut

[sunlightbabe]

hello babes! wanted to share something that i've been thinking about for a hot minute / make a little announcement.

you might notice that there's been a change to my pinned post and that i haven't been very active here. i'm not going anywhere, but my interest in maneskin is definitely not what it used to be. i still listen to them regularly and absolutely want to see them live again in the future, but the hyperfixation definitely isn't there anymore, which means it's been very hard to convince myself to write anything.

i'm still going to tackle the requests i have in my inbox- especially the anitta video request + the masquerade one i've been working on for far too long now- but i'm not going to be accepting anything new. if things change, obviously i will let yall know, but once the last requests have been finished and posted, that's gonna be it for me <3

(i'm also working on compiling a masterlist and once that's done, i'll be cross uploading everything to ao3 as well- and of course will keep all the works on this blog, i'm not deleting anything i promise)

thank you so so so much for all of your patience and feedback and ideas over the past few years 💛 my ask box is still always open if you wanna chat !

#emily.txt #this started out as a queen/borhap blog. then just aesthetic until maneskin. now it's back to aesthetic/positivity #so we'll see what comes of it !

[takenbythestarcatchers]

𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝑜𝒾

Hello to whoever is reading this. <3 Somehow, you've stumbled upon my blog. I'm not sure how you got here and I promise I won't ask questions. Just know that you're welcome here! I've somehow gained a pretty decent following on Tumblr (shoutout to my Gresties ;) ) and I figured I would finally make an "about me" post so that you somewhat know what you're getting yourself into. <formally known as “Takenbythelightfantastic”

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˜”°•. Birthday/Zodiac Signs .•°”˜ March 3, 1997 I Pisces Sun I Capricorn Moon | Leo Rising I You only get the big three because the rest of the chart is freakin' chaotic.

My tags: #ask kass <33 #jamminwithkass #gifs by Kass #granny diaries

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[maneskinconfess-archive]

Thomas really doesn't have any drama I went full FBI on his ass ask.fm , Tumblr, way back machine, Instagram etc bc after gios old comments as a melanin having WOC I have high anxiety ab them a little yk

And so far NOTHING like who tf is this kid????

Other than the stuff here on Tumblr Vic doesn't have any drama either but tragically them being white Europeans we shouldn't hold them in such high regard and maybe expect some form of fuck ups in their past but they've clearly made the changes and now are way better ppl but as WOC the anxiety is still there

I wouldn't be shocked if something came up on any of them

like what happened with Damianos saying slurs in the past I would just be a little disappointed but at least he apologized right? -but I'm not black so literally the apology is not for me but idk yk-

-also apparently dami had to delete some crap from his old askfm and it makes u think ab of the crap he left behind what did he DELETE?- (it's just him rating girl's at school what he left behind)

I love so much they're great ppl but even the best fuck up yk still love them

I agree with you so much on the last sentence. We shouldn't hold them in such high regard either because like you said, even the best fuck up.

I wonder what Damiano had to delete. Maybe the typical teen boy stuff.

I find it really interesting that Thomas has nothing really "controversial". I guess because he's really private, nothing has come up. yet, anyway. It makes me think of the Maneskin Gossip Girl blog that claimed to have "dirt"/"tea" on Thomas, and how much of it could be "true".

#maneskin #måneskin #måneskin confessions #måneskin gossip #thomas raggi #damiano david

[8iunie]

Hello, another Maneskin fan here. Your blog is awesome and you seem nice and funny. This fandom can seem crazy at times so it's cool there's still normal people around to appreciate the band and their awesome messages withiout going full One direction. :)))) Anyway, just wanted to share my appreciation aaaand also.... Just curious where does your handle come from since iunie means June ( the month) in my langauge hehe...keep it up! XOXO, lovely.

Hiiii, amore! Nice to meet you, ihihi. 🤗 Thank you so much for your lovely words, I try to make this blog a nice place for everyone and to post as often as I can. 💖

Oh, where does my username come from?? Long story short, when I created my Tumblr account I was about 14 years old and my brain can never make spontaneous and intelligent decisions. 🤣 So, as you probably thought, it's the day and the month of my birth (8th of June) in my native language. I want to change my name to something Måneskin related, but I've had this username for so long and I'm afraid that if I change it now, no one will recognize my account. 🥹

Hope your week is productive, sending love and hugs!!! 💘💘💘

#ask #anon

[vicsdeangelis]

Sometimes I feel parts of this fandom is a little salty with their success. Saying they don’t sound like same. Bring us back to the old Maneskin. I wonder if they never catapulted to fame , AND still released supermodel when they were a smaller band, would people love it?

the loneliest really still sounds like them . Yes define you more produced , but it’s not like they’re pulling a tokio hotel and went straight dance .

Artists change and evolve . I do get people not wanting them to become record company puppets. I do get it. However, sometimes I feel it’s hatred on anything post US era

forgive me if i sound tired, but i've been over this an exhaustive amount on this blog

no, people wouldn't love supermodel in another context* (and supermodel wouldn't exist in another context). i haven't listened to the loneliest previews they posted, but i have only seen good things about it on my dash, so this ask really came out of nowhere for me

they do sound different because there are multiple people meddling in some of their new music, and some people don't like that. i know i don't, mostly because of who the people are (and because i have either not cared for or outright disliked what they put out so far that had the involvement of this producer)

also, i don't get some of you. yes, artists change. and some fans don't like the changes and go. what's with this undying loyalty? dude, if they put out something i don't like, i'm gonna talk about it. if they start going completely in a direction i don't like, i'm gonna leave. just like they don't really owe the fans anything, they can make whatever music they want, fans don't owe them anything in terms of having to listen and love and put up with everything they release

personally i am bitter about this US era and i will listen to their new songs with an apprehensiveness i didn't have with mammamia (which, by the way, itself disproves the notion that it's about the fame. they released mammamia when they were already taking off, and it was mostly well received as far as i'm aware. because, wait for it, it was purely måneskin)

idk if you're new to my blog, but if you expected me to agree with you, i'm sorry to disappoint

#*btw if we let the numbers speak the people who outright hate supermodel aren't even the majority?? #supermodel has more streams on spotify than mammamia (which... so ugly of y'all to let that happen. zero taste) #ask

[animusiem]

Billboard USA Exclusion Zone Episode 1 (02/04/2023)

Welcome everyone to my new blog series where I talked about every new entries from Billboard Global Excl. US chart from this week till beyond. I will be giving a sentence or two about the songs debuted. Let's not waiting any longer let's go!

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18. "MOONLIGHT SUNRISE" by TWICE

I always love TWICE because they usually have fresh sounds and I do prefer their style than Blackping. Having said that, I will admit that this is not on par with their standard. But it's still pretty good and I love the percussion on there.

70. "Komet" by Udo Lindenberg & Apache 207

This is why I love this chart. Without US in the equation, you let song from other countries to shine. In this case it's a great pop rock cut by a rock veteran and a rapper from Germany. Great find.

122. "Ahora Que" by Quevedo

This is basically the Spanish version of Industry Baby but more subdued and the bass swamped up the mix. I do still think Quevedo voice is sexy.

148. "Rush" by Ayra Starr

Oh my god this song is beautiful. Ayra Starr vocal is heavenly, the production is stellar, and the instrumentation are lush but also very modern. Highly recommended.

167. "GOSSIP" by Maneskin ft. Tom Morello

You know I always thought that Maneskin is a poor man's QUEEN BEE and this song just prove me that. I do love Tom Morello guitar here, but the lyrics are very shallow. I know it might be because of the language barrier, but they're just not hitting home how American music industry are exploitative. Still Tom Morello saved this track.

168. "Coracao de Gelo by WIU

Yeah I don't think I will get Brazilian or Lusophone music scene beside Ai Se Eu Te Pego.

180. "Apna Bana Le (From "Bhediya")" by Arjit Singh & Sanchin-Jigar

I actually used to watched a lot of Bollywood movies but they were from like the 80's and 90's. So color me impressed that they managed to bring those sound and modernized it with contemporary instruments.

194. "Those Eyes" by New West

Okay so this is apparently is going viral on TikTok in Southeast Asian region but especially where I'm from Indonesia, and ngl it's kinda surreal that my country could impact the Billboard chart in any capacity but here we are.

199. "I Love You" by back number

It's a back number song, so expect a gentle production about being in love and the conviction from Iyori Shimizu about as romantic as your average The Fray song.

I encourage all of the readers to listen to these songs!

#back number #new west #bhediya #maneskin #tom morello #afrobeats #japanese music #bollywood #moonlight sunrise #Twice #Billboard Global Excl US #billboard charts #review #music review #pop music #rock music

[anticapitalistclown]

omfg I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING LMFAO

okay basically

my intrusive thoughts are BAD bad. they're violent and fucked up and sad and are just things I'd never do or say

I've been crying over every movement the boys of TO1 make especially Kyungho

I snuck my phone up to my room 3 nights in a row

Kyungho has really nice butt cheeks I want to use them as stress balls

I'm finally getting back into reading books

kinda wanna get into writing also bc all the accounts that write for to1 deactivated

my friend thought TO1's Donggeon was Indian

another friend of mine thought Keeho from P1Harmony was Japanese

I made some new antagonist OCs who are a group of 3-4 boys called The Drama Lovers

all the girls in my story are living in peace and harmony and the boys are just fighting and backstabbing and having world war 3

I want to1 to cover Dragon by Tempest bc they'd fucking kill it

Chan from TO1 still hasn't apologized for his actions. everyone hates him now and he looks like an egg

the band maneskin is just amazing omfg. AND they're funny af also lol

here's some Kyungho 🍑 to bless ur day (he is the one w/ purple hair)

former to1 member Minsu also got Instagram and he's been drinking beer and he has big veiny manly looking hands and I never noticed bc he's so smol and cute and looks like he's 13.

donggeon has been posting selfies with his whole chest exposed and then acts like he didn't just murder the whole fandom

boys planet Twitter is going crazy over the trainee Ricky. someone made a playlist of songs that describe Ricky and it's just songs like Boss Bitch by doja cat, money by Lisa, rich girl by Gwen Stefani, and diva by Beyonce XD

did I mention I want to use Kyunghos huge ass as a stress ball

WELCOME BACK I MISSED YOU APPEARING RANDOMLY ON MY ASKBOX

I felt that bc I also had intrusive thoughts and they're really fucked up, hope they vanish

I also felt when you talk like this about Kyungho, it's basically me with Jake lmao

hope you're enjoying the books

I started this blog bc there were no headcanons about Jake lmao

I like the name of "The Drama Lovers"

boys will be boys

I'm curious about what Chan did, I'll search it later.

Maneskin are cool

THE ASS JAHAGHJGGDA

and yes you did mention it, and you have all the rights to say it lmao

[mywritingonlyfans]

Please keep writing maneskin stuff 🥺

If thats okay with you and no pressure of course, but I love your blog and I miss you writing about them 🥺

I don't intend to stop writing them but I'm going to stay a while without writing må 😬 i appreciate you like the blog tho, i still have the idea of ​​writing some stuffs them, they just don't flow so well anymore 🥴... maybe later on

#maneskin talk #i appreciate the ask 🥺 #♥️♥️♥️

[the-invisible-queer]

https://www.vulture.com/article/jolene-covers-ranked-dolly-parton.html

Personally I think that #4 should be #1, but that's just my own personal soft spot for Brandi Carlile

LET'S GET INTO IT! That article had 37 covers. I chose 14 based on the artists I was familiar with but I'm only doing top 13 because my 14th spot was underwhelming.

Also I shortened it a bit because I wrote SO MUCH. Might save the longer ramblings for a post on my blog.

13. Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Performance

LET ME START BY SAYING I am a fan of all the ladies included in this version, however it felt like there were too many cooks in the kitchen and EYE wasn't a fan.

If they just had the ladies and eliminated the men maybe I'd have enjoyed it better because honestly the men didn't add as much as the ladies.

12. Pentatonix ft. Dolly Parton

Brandi Carlisle and Pink both have my consent. That's all. Thank you.

If Brandi has a solo cover I would rank it higher honestly. Might break top 5 for me.

I adore Pentatonix so much. Scott killed it with his vocals, as he always does! I love all of their covers and having Dolly with them was iconic. Dolly's voice with Scott, Mitch and Kristen's was *chef's kiss*

11. Olivia Newton-John ft. Dolly Parton

FIRST OF ALL REST IN PEACE TO THE QUEEN!

I listened to this cover when it first came out and I loved it then and I love it now revisiting it. Their voiced work SO well together. They both aged so gracefully as did their voices. Both so fucking talented for no reason.

10. Postmodern Jukebox ft. Maris

Maris' voice is incredible and serves this cover WELL! I love PMH so much - if you follow me on IG you'd see I post their covers to my story often. I am so in love with Scott Bradlee's skill in arranging all of these covers so beautifully. The paino in this cover is amazing. We stan PMJ in this household.

9. Trixie Mattel

This was an IG live (I believe) so it's not the best quality, but that doesn't change that it is an incredible cover. DROP THE STUDIO VERSION, TRIXIE! The acoustic simplicity of it goes a long way. We stan Trixie Matel hardcore in this household.

8. Kelly Clarkson

Kelly Clarkson could sing anything and I'll be listening til the end of TIME! Despite the simplicity of the cover, her vocals still deliver a phenomenal performance. I would kill for her to release a studio version!

7. Reba McEntire (1989 live cover)

WE STAN REBA IN THIS HOUSEHOLD! Her voice is so pretty in this cover. I gotta start listening to her again. I love the vibe of this cover. I love her. I'm tell y'all I'm gonna get back into country music this year and I am so serious about it.

6. Beyonce

THE QUEEN POPPED OFF ON THIS VERSION! I just wanna know who pissed off Beyonce - we ride at dawn. Her vocals are INCREDIBLE, but it's Beyonce, did we expect anything less. She really said TRY ME BITCH!

And we haven't heard from Jolene since, now have we?

5. Chiquis, Becky G

FUCK ME UP!!!!!! EVERYTHING about this cover has me in a chokehold. Thank the gods for Latinas. BECKY G OWNS MY ASS! The lyrics (in Spanish might I add), the cumbia vibessss! UGH! Be still my queer Latine heart.

4. Maneskin with Dolly Parton

First of all I gotta admit that I am SO biased because Damiano's voice is one of my favorite voices of all time. Like top 3 favorite voices period. And if you listen to this cover, you will understand why. I have been holding off on listening to this cover because I didn't vibe with MA's last album and some of their more recent music. But after finally listening to this cover, they are welcome to win me back.

ALSO THOM'S GUITAR! I wish I had the vocabulary to talk about music. I just know when Thom plays guitar my brain goes dumb - in a good way because he's so fucking good.

3. Miley Cyrus

I know she did a more recent version with Jimmy Fallon, but I can't fucking stand him so I spared myself. Plus Miley has always been incredible so it doesn't matter if the cover was last year or ten years ago. It'd be top tier either way.

She is so fucking good for NO reason. Her voice! FUCK ME UP, MILEYYYYYYYY! I have no coherent thoughts about this cover other than it is s-tier, which is why it's top 3.

2. The White Stripes

Jack White is one of my favorite songwriters of all time and overall artists of all time. I KNOW my Spotify no longer reflects that, but he is the first name that pops into my head when someone asks me who my favorite artist is.

This has been one of my favorite covers of "Jolene" for YEARS and held the #1 spot until the current #1 spot dropped. Jack's vocals are rough and raw. The cover does a great job paying homage to the original, but Jack and Meg still made it THEIR OWN!

I honestly love it so fucking much. As someone who usually HATES covers, this is one of my top covers in general.

1. Lil Nas X

This is hands down my favorite cover of the song since it dropped. I worship the ground Lil Nas X walks on. We do not deserve him. We are blessed to just exist in the same timeline as the same time as him.

The vibes of this cover. The way he sings it lower than most people do. It gives me goosebumps. It's just so fucking good for no reason.

The performance of this cover is unmatched. He sounds so worn out. Like he's done fighting. This is his last desperate attempt to keep his man.

WE MOTHERFUCKING STAN!

[tempobrucera]

Hi, I don't want to sound rude but I have a question...What's wrong with Damiano? Do you have something personal against him? Or people on Tumblr have something against him? What have him done? Cause I see so much love for Ethan everywhere on Tumblr (That's great, he is cute) but I have the feeling that people here hate Damiano and I want to know why?

Cleaning my askbox and my drafts and likes and everything.

This ask is still ridiculous to me for a few different reasons.

1. What makes you say that and why are you coming to me with this? Like especially me? And apparently only me. And did you in reverse also go to people who only post about Damiano and ask them if they somehow have something against the other ones? Or only Ethan? Or only Vic?

2. You mention love for Ethan which is really strong for him on tumblr. Which is true and it's how it should be. Like did you consider that Damiano isn't the only one who is people's favourite? But also... Ethan was literally the person of the band I reblogged the least last year on my main or mentioned anywhere. I'm primarily a Thomas' girl here and on my main and when I write. And when I gif. But for most stuff I still put the work in and gifed all of them or even gave all of them their own gifset, including Damiano? I can't say that about some other people who ignore certain people of the band for real most of the time.

3. Everyone has their favourites and maybe you should think about it in a way that that isn't particularly a bad thing?

4. Please tell me why you ask me why tumblr hates Damiano? Like I don't hate Damiano and don't know where you have that from. Not at all. I complained one time that I'm annoyed of the note ratio when I post more sets (because you know how that looks like when Damiano, Ethan and Vic gifsets have over 100 notes and the Thomas one I made has barely 30? Yeah, exactly). And if people can please stop saying they are excited to see Damiano in concert under a gifset of Thomas & Damiano. Like do you want to know why that was frustrating? Because I saw that over 10 times from different people that day under that gifset. And because you're seeing a band and that band wouldn't be the same if any of them wouldn't be there. Like Damiano wouldn't shine without the rest of them and vice versa. And in case tumblr does (which I don't feel is like true) I couldn't tell you why because I can't speak for all of Maneskin tumblr. Tbh most of my mutuals, the blogs I follow and most of the content on my main blog isn't even Maneskin related or has anything to do with it, so I feel really not comfortable having a conversation on their behalf.

5. Most ridiculous ask i got last year (when I don't count hate anons I just deleted I don't have time for that or have to give them a voice, and the antisemitism clowns)

#ask #anon

[hieronymph]

Question tag game! Tagged by the lovely @bvcksmunson <3

name: exo

star sign: gemini

height: 5'0

time: idk

birthday: 25th may

favourite bands/artists: nightwish, beyonce, maneskin, muse, nirvana, amy winehouse, arctic monkeys(just to name a few, there's so many more)

last movie: the gray man

last show: stranger things

when did i create this blog: 2020 or was it 2021? I have no clue

what i post: reblog smut lol. anything about my fav blorbos and ships like kathony, moonscarab/ marclayla, steven x layla

Ideally, I would like to start posting fics about them. I did post one teeny fic about Kathony way back

last thing i googled: bridgerton s3 release date

other blogs: no

do i get asks: i don't but I would love too!

following: 38. It took me awhile to check lol

average hours of sleep: 7

instruments: None. Very sad. I want to learn piano, guitar and sitar though

what i'm wearing: joggers and a solid tee

dream job: An actor!! Really want to be one! (Omg I reblogged this from @bvcksmunson and she wants to be an actor too!! Here's manifesting this for both of us!!)

dream trip: Croatia, British countryside I guess

nationality: british (pls don't hate me)

favorite songs: maula mere maula by Roop Kumar Rathod (its so gooood), beggin' by Maneskin, I wanna be your slave by Maneskin, While your lips are still red by Nightwish

last book i read: the secrets from the eating lab by Traci Mann (Amazing book revealing what a fucking joke the diet industry is)

top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: MCU especially in Xandar and Asgard pre destruction, Chthonia or The underworld especially the one from @kata-chthonia RK Alexander's fantastic book series, The Witcher, so many delicious fictional universes dreamed up by @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @onsunnyside

Thanks for including me in this @bvcksmunson

no pressure tags: @missfairygodmother @angrythingstarlight @onsunnyside @madhyanas @androidboy

#tag game #this was fun

[rebelrebels]

raggi -> simonkalivodas.

yet another hyperfixation taking over my life. if you have any requests for simon, send them in now <3.

#dw #i'm still a maneskin blog #guys... #i did it #after like a few days of agonizing but its ok #GUYS #SOME OF MY FRIENDS HAVE WATCHED FEAR ST BEFORE AA #i can finally talk abt fear st with someone #🎸 nina goes wild. #url change #simon kalivoda #simon kalivoda x reader #fear street 1994 #fear street #fear street trilogy

[filthforfriends]

The fruit of the womb is from the Bible and it is in regards to the fruitfulness of the womb. Be fruitful and multiply. If she lost the fruit of her womb it could mean her ability to multiply and have children.

Coraline really makes me think of things. Like I don't know if I'm mega damaged, but when I read the translated lyrics of Coraline I thought "if a man every wrote a song about the most intimate aspects of my personal life like this and shared it with his bandmates, I'd be pissed. I'd break up with him. If he did it with the world I would literally sue for defermation of character."

I don't care how cute Dami is, Coraline is such a personal song and the fact that Giorgia let him write, release, and dedicate it to her...I will probably never love anyone that much. I know we appreciate how epic Damiano's love for Giorgia is to have written Coraline, but we don't appreciate the other side.

Gio cries because she's so empathetic and internalizes others pain. As a child, circumstances broke her heart and feel like a burden. As an adult she was crippled by people's cruelty and mental illness: depression, anxiety, trauma, ED, and mood swings (my interpretation). In fact she's so traumatized that it gets in the way of her recovery. She's infertile, has a horrible relationship with her father, and before Damiano was unloved.

Coraline tells us that, and still Giorgia loves Damiano enough to be his muse, no matter how vulnerable it makes her. She's his inspiration for art, and he's the artist.

Fans will hate Gio out of jealousy, but forget that she's been with Damiano throughout the writing of both albums. The songs they love wouldn't exist without her serving as inspiration. He's the lyricist, so who do you think Marlena is? Who is every love song about? What's in Damiano's head when he's laying down these gorgeous, passionate, emotional vocals that sound like he's on the edge of tears?

Attempting to spoil their relationship via Twitter warfare is like throwing a stick at a brick wall and expecting it to crumble.

#another unsolicited rant about how these two deserve better #maneskin #måneskin #damiano david #giorgia #giorgia soleri #sometimes I get so heated when I think about all the shit Gio has gone through AND STILL manages to prosper #and the commitment these two have to eachother? wtf is wrong with people that they want to spoil that #I'm jealous of her not because of Damiano but because of her resilience (and also her skin) #if you're gonna come into my asks and say some bullshit about Gio you've got the wrong fucking blog save your breath