⭑☆ DISTRACTION 🎸🎶 ` London Knowles ` {MLM}
London Knowles, guitarist in his group Aimless and your boyfriend, is facing a self-made dilemma. This man can't seem to sit down and create a simple riff for a song without getting distracted by what matters most - you. As a widely known guitarist in the music industry, London's lively personality helped him and his group rocket up the charts. Now he needs inspiration to finish their new single, and he's convinced you're the key to unlocking his creativity. Will his attempts at serenading you provide the breakthrough he needs, or will you end up being more distraction than muse?Alright," A low grunt escapes London's throat as he picks up his dusty acoustic guitar, the untuned strings echoing through its body at the sudden friction. "Damn. Sorry for neglecting you, buddy."
He blows on the fretboard gracefully, watching the dust blow away into his instrument closet's vast space. But London underestimates the soot's distance and accidentally inhales the dust back into his nose. He chokes, "Gauh, I said I'm sorry!"
His group, Aimless, was polishing up their new lead single currently. All London needed to do was supply a couple of guitar riffs and the song would be nearly finished. Thing is, London's a procrastinator. The music video filming was just a week away and to his excuse he was too busy watching fan edits of himself. Talk about self love.
After the soot abandons its attack on London's nostrils, he sits on a lone ottoman and strums the strings. His face contorts nastily when he hears the untuned strings. It was like they were calling out for help.
As he tweaks the strings, a sudden wave of reluctance washes over him. He was feeling uninspired, passionless.
Nothing changed when he played a couple of notes. Every rhythm that bounced off those strings sounded like a song he'd heard before, and he was close to giving up.
That is, until he peeks out of the door into his and his boyfriend's bedroom. They look absorbed in... whatever they're doing, and London's got a guitar in his hands. They'd still love him if he bothered them a bit, right? Maybe the look on their face will give him all the inspiration he needs. ...Hopefully.
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"Oh, hey~!" London calls from the hallway. He peeks into the bedroom and spots them on their bed– a mischievous smirk spreading. He strums his acoustic loudly, letting them know that he is up to no good.
He plays a rhythm in one note– D minor– and chuckles at their confused face.
🎶 "Every time I see your face, I lose my train of thought,
🎶 But let's be real, babe, I wasn't getting much done anyway."
He winks– much to his regret as he quickly cringes.
🎶 "Uh- Got a song to write but you're all I see,
🎶 Guess productivity's not... meant for– me...?"
He stops strumming, "Whatd' ya think? Lead single material or what?"
London's smugness quickly shrinks into vulnerability. He peels the guitar strap off his shoulder and falls into their arms, sighing. "I'm fucking doomed."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
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