because his songs are so positive sounding

anonymous asked:

Oh...I didn't know you aren't a singer! Reading your posts, I thought that you are. May I ask what your background is in then? I really enjoy your vocal posts. I am a die hard Louie and love his voice. That's what drew me into the fandom. Looking up stuff about his voice on youtube that eventually led me here. It's so unique, if not always on pitch. He seemed more loose and free earlier, even though he had no/less solos. I'm so angry that they shot his confidence down but am thrilled he has +

+ regained (some of) it back with project no control and now his solo effort. I feel his voice conveys so much emotion (sorry niall and liam. I did say I’m a louie!). Maybe because I am always listening more closely because his parts are small. IWTWYAS is so dreamy. LYG draws me in with that yearning and tension. I like watching videos after Z left and he sings almost all of LBD. I like how you can tell when he isn’t singing in the chorus because he really does carry many of them. In DFWYB
++ he doesn’t sing all the words in the chorus and you know. Same with RTR. “Cuz I wanna be” but he doesn’t sing free and I can tell. Of course all the studio versions are produced in a way that it’s harry or a lot of oohs and aahs instead of harmonies (I’m looking at you night changes!). Anyhow, sorry for the long post. It was meant to be about you and what you studied or do and I made it all about louis. Can you tell my love for him? Feel free to add on or tell me to bugger off.

Hi anon,

What a sweet and heartfelt fan message. I can tell your love for Louis, and I completely sympathize with the status he has in your heart.

You’re right, Louis’s voice is unique in its ability to convey so many genuine emotions simultaneously. Take “Just Hold On,” our only Louis solo song so far. The opening always, always takes me by surprise, no matter how many times I hear it, by its raw and honest yearning, its wistfulness. And by the time he sings, “What do you do when a chapter ends/ Do you close your book, and never read it again?”, I’m a mess. Yet he managed to convey a sense of hope and reassurance, too. The song is a musical embodiment of his courage when he sang at the X Factor performance.

The fact that fans can show him some love with Project No Control and Project Home (kudos to those who organized these projects), and give him any amount of confidence, makes me proud to be in this fandom. It’s the only fandom I know where fans consistently and persistently put in enormous effort to raise money for charitable causes, mirroring the enormous generosity of the band members. Even at their young ages, they have shown such genuine love toward charities. Louis, in particular, could be millions of dollars more wealthy if he wants to, but he has given so much, not only money but personal time and effort.

All the songs you mentioned have uniquely Louis contributions. The scratchy solos in “I Want to Write You a Song” reminds me of those nights on OTRA when the boys would perform even if they had a cold, shouting themselves hoarse. He does carry a lot of 1D choruses. His voice provides a unique contrast and “thickness” (as Harry said) to the 1D sound. He sings a lot of second verses because it’s the position in a pop song that needs special attention and interest. And of course, the iconic Louis solo at the end of “Something Great” gives meaning to the song title. The way his voice contrasts with Harry’s voice is a duo made in heaven– it has the beautiful contrast of two distinct textures, like “Leather and Lace” (the Stevie Nicks/ Don Henley song), but his harmonized chorus with Liam in “If I Could Fly” is also something incredibly beautiful.

And that’s not to mention his songwriting ability. We don’t talk much about “Love You Goodbye,” but Louis loves this song, and I really like it, too. It’s just a great pop song in the tradition of 1970’s pop ballads. And I like Louis’s solo, not just for the acrobatics of the octave leap, but also because he sings with the clipped vowels that reflect his Yorkshire accent. It adds personality to the song.

I’ve been involved in music most of my life, in performance and theory. I was a student in conservatory. I actually didn’t like One Direction’s music until Four, because of my bias against their boy band image, and because it was “too young” for me. I would hear “What Makes You Beautiful” on the radio and sneer at the transparent pandering to their demographic. The music video confirmed that bias.

Then I heard “Night Changes,” and I thought, no way is this One Direction. It sounded like an actual acoustic, folk-influenced ballad. The harmonies were a little bit bluesy and I loved that. And I really loved their voices, especially Harry’s and Zayn’s (though I couldn’t identify them at the time– I didn’t even know how many people were in the band). Then I heard “Fool’s Gold,” and I watched a “One Direction Funny Moments” video. The boys were different from what I expected. They weren’t “acting” cute. They were genuine and snarky and mischievous and uninhibited, and their voices were untrained but naturally beautiful. After I watched @freddieismyqueen’s videos on Larry Stylinson for two nights straight, until 2 AM each night, I thought, come on. There’s no way this is true. This is crazy. When I heard the song “Once in a Lifetime,” and the way Louis and Harry sang their verses, I thought, if Larry is true, it’s the most unbelievable, but also the most pure and beautiful love.

So I started evaluating evidence for myself, reading posts everywhere online. I followed the Occam’s Razor test of trying to fit evidence into the least convoluted explanation. I actually wasn’t convinced about Larry for ages. Then I sat at a One Direction concert and heard Harry sing, with my own ears, “And all his little things.” And RBB/SBB. What possible reason was there for all of the education about the history of closeted entertainers, and Stonewall, and the direct, unsubtle tie-ins with band members, particularly Harry and Louis?

But putting Larry aside, there’s no question in my mind that the Louis we see today has been through serious psychological trauma in the process of surviving One Direction’s contracts. Entertainment has notoriously open-ended legal arrangements that can take years to unwind– sometimes up to a decade. The fact is, we as fans can be impatient, but we don’t really know what’s going on, and the pace of resolution can be very, very slow. Just like the sale of majority shares of Syco to Sony– it took almost a year after the fact for the story to come out.

I love the passion of Louies. He really deserves the best fans. I don’t know about other people, but I will be here for as long as it takes, through all the smears, through all the falsehoods tabloids “report” about him. I know who he is. He has shown again and again who he is under duress. In the most challenging circumstances, he stands for those being bullied, he defends those who need to be defended, he is strong and kind, he puts himself in vulnerable positions to protect those he loves, and even those he doesn’t love– because of his ethics and courage.

Thank you for supporting him, anon. You picked a good person to love.

jeonjlk  asked:

could you do some hc of credence and reader just laying in bed together? nothing sexual, just .. just there taking comfort in each others presence. i am stressed n depressed and i think i need this

i sure can, honey :-)

  • credence likes to lie in bed with you before bed so that you can talk and spend some nice, quiet time together before sleeping
  • it helps him unwind and relax a little, allowing him to feel a sense of calm wash over him
  • you alternate choosing the music to play while you lie in bed, often things neither of you really knew so that you can experience new things together
  • he likes to watch your face when you listen to something you like
  • and vice versa
  • his skin is always kind of cold for whatever reason so you scoot close to him to keep the heat under the blankets for being too great
  • he likes to rest his forehead on yours and tangle your legs together while you listen
  • he keeps his eyes open because you close yours, but it doesn’t keep the light from your face when you listen to those songs you like
  • and he likes to breathe down your face a little because it makes your hair flutter and tickles your face, which causes you to giggle
  • which is his favorite sound in the world
  • you always open your eyes to play glare at him (which doesn’t worry him anymore) and he thinks that’s adorable too
  • when you’re looking at him from so close though, he can’t help but flush an adorable shade of pink, still not quite used to being positively scrutinized
  • when you two decide to sleep, you like to tuck the covers around your joined bodies which like,, isn’t practical probably, but you both love the security of that feeling
  • when you wake up in the morning, he has usually drifted slightly down and rests his head on your chest
  • you like to watch him for a second when you wake up first: the fluttering of his eyelashes and the way his face has relaxed
  • you remember a time when his nightmares never ceased and when that kind of relaxed expression seemed unattainable for him
  • so you like to take pleasure in those nights where he seems to have slept peacefully
  • and when he wakes up and immediately lets his eyes drift up to your face, and this tiny smile crosses his face every time before he tightens his grip just slightly on you
  • he pulls himself up to be face-to-face with you again, now that he’s more comfortable with this arrangement, and likes to blink sleep from his eyes while he looks at you
  • neither of you say anything for a while most mornings, just admiring the other’s company and the closeness of your bodies
  • you like to kiss his nose in this position because it always forces a gentle scoffing chuckle from him that you love, and he turns pink again
  • always cute
  • when you two do decide to get up, it’s so that you can make breakfast together and enjoy the day together
  • but credence always looks forward to returning to bed because he doesn’t have to share you with anyone else and he can really relax
  • in bed, with you, is his favorite place to be

anonymous asked:

Heya! Could you please do like a fic where Jesse overhears his s/o playing the piano beautifully and trying to teach them self a new song by ear, and when they find out they freak out because they don't like anybody listening to them play cause they don't think they're very good? Thank you!💜

Jesse yawned as he tossed in his bed, trying to find a more comfortable position among the sheets. Unfortunately he found that he couldn’t sleep for the last hour or was in and out of sleep for him. It was late at night, the moon already starting to fall. The base was quiet as people slept sound asleep, all except one..

For a moment, as Jesse McCree rolled over once more, he didn’t realize he was humming something soft under his breath. Sitting up, Jesse sighed in defeat as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing the strands from his face. And then he stopped.

Just barely, in the distance, he could hear…music. After a moment, he realized it was the tune he’d been humming. How long had he been listening to this without knowing it?

Swinging his legs out of bed, Jesse slid out of the bed and pulled on a button up shirt. Leaving it open, he hesitated as he passed his peacekeeper. Deciding it was unnecessary, he headed out his door and followed the sound of the music through the halls.

It was soft, and obviously hadn’t woken up anyone else.

A floor down, he found himself outside one of the spare rooms and frowned. Wasn’t this where a bunch of junk was stored? The door was open a bit though and Jesse couldn’t help peeking in.

What he saw warmed his heart.

You sat there at an old looking piano. On the hood was a tuner and a bunch of papers, as well as a small cd player. You sat there in your pajama’s, legs crossed as you tried writing down notices. The keyboard was littered with little keys written out in marker, so that you’d know where to place your fingers.

In frustration, you tried to relax as you turned the CD on and played the same 5 seconds over again. Carefully you put the player down and tried to copy it. Repeat. You did it till your fingers found the correct notes and they seemed to flow together.

“Yes!” you whispered, proud of yourself. You’d been trying to teach yourself piano for a few weeks now. When you’d found this in the spare room, it had been a dream come true. Immediately you’d gotten a tuner, chosen one of your favorite songs and went ahead studying the keys. You’d spent a whole week just listening to each key to compare the sound.

Jesse couldn’t believe that you were teaching yourself a song by just listening. God, did he love you. Although..he wished you’d told him about this.

“Hey y/n,” Jesse said carefully, stepping into the room. “I didn’t know you could play.”

Startled, you jumped and turned, pencil slipping from your fingers. When you saw your cowboy standing there, immediately your face started to heat up and you couldn’t help feeling humiliated. How much had he heard? Was he laughing?

“Y/n?” Jesse asks, surprised when immediately you just get up and start gathering your things. “Darlin’?”

“I need to go to bed,” you mumbled, not wanting to talk about it with him. But it was obvious when he stopped you as you tried to pass that ‘not wanting to talk about it’ wasn’t going to happen.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart,” Jesse said gently, holding your arm. “I thought you sounded beautiful…I just didn’t know you played piano. Are you self teaching?”

A bitter laugh bubbled to your lips. “Easy to tell, right? I sound like an amateur. Its amazing your not bleeding from your ears,” you mumbled, looking away. You hadn’t wanted anyone to hear you…you couldn’t help being self conscious about this.

This was the first time you’d ever taught yourself something like this. And while to yourself you sounded okay for a new learner, you hadn’t wanted anyone else to hear and make fun of you. You couldn’t help thinking you must sound terrible to him.

“That’s a bit dramatic,” Jesse said with a soft smile, fingers gently taking your chin and making you look up at him. “Y/n, I am not trying to make you feel better. Your music sounded wonderful. And I could guess from how you continuously listened to your CD player. But i think its really amazing how your teaching yourself.”

After a moment you peeked up at him. Was Jesse serious..? You wanted so badly to get good at the piano…you knew it would take a bit more work for yourself considering you didn’t have an instructor.

Twining his fingers with yours, Jesse leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Would you please play for me? Even a tiny bit?” Jesse asked gently, stroking his thumb across your hand.

“No,” you pouted. “You’ll laugh. I’ll make lots of mistakes.”

Shaking his head, Jesse slowly led you back to the piano and sat you down, rubbing your shoulders gently. “I promise, not only will you not make any mistakes but I won’t laugh. Please? Just a small piece?” he asked gently.

Chewing on your lip, you stared down at the keys before giving him a dirty look. Your cowboy didn’t know how to play fair.

“Fine…just a small one though..,” you muttered, and ended up playing the first half of the song that you had learned. It sounded amazing, Jesse thought. And as you played, you kind of lost yourself to the music.

Relaxed as you forgot his presence.

Jesse really was proud of you. He hoped you’d continue to teach yourself and would maybe share it with everyone someday…

“You were amazing,” he murmurs in your ear as your fingers finally finish skimming across the keys.

Cheeks flushing lightly, you looked away, flustered.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

Jeno Appreciation post
  • heyy hehe
  • i’ll explain what this mess is now
  • since today is this cutie’s birthday i wanted to do something for him
  • so i wanted to do a little appreciation post so we can remember how lucky we are for stanning and angel like him <3
  • also, i think he’s in my top 3 fav members
  • i should update my bias list smh
  • but lets start this talking about his visuals, okay??
  • i just really want to talk about his eyesmile i’m sorRY IS JUST SO PRETTY
  • I never ever want to see this baby sad, not only his eyesmile bUT HIS SMILE ITSELF IS SO BEAUTIFUL
  • and his eyes are so cute, i think he doesn’t have doble eyelid so they’re even more unique u know i’m
  • and he looks so good with the green hair
  • but i l o v e how he looks with that light brown he had in chewing gum era hE LOOKS SO HANDSOME JHSDD
  • a visual tbh
  • i hate it when he says he’s a boring person you know
  • i mean bOrIn g???
  • his sence of humor is so innocent and awkwards but yet super cute
  • i wish he thinking like that, he’s a really interesing person i mean
  • but seriously, everytime i look at him dancing he leave my ass shook
  • also his singing voice is so soft and pretty
  • do you remember in nct life dreamies ver when he and renjun had to sing that weird old song to get food
  • and let’s talk about the hoverboars now
  • and this doesn’t have nothing to do with his talent but did you see how long his legs are?? king of having legs tbh
  • and he’s so friendly with everyone and so positive and i’m in love tbh
  • he’s just really charismatic, don’t you think?
  • and do you remember when in the mama’s when nct was performing black in black and he was in the center of the stage and slayed my life?
  • he’s such a beautiful person
  • i hope that he always stay healthy and that his life always be fulled of happiness and success
  • and i hope that he has an amazing day today <3
  • i love him with all my heart i swear

Originally posted by krstals

But imagine your otp, at 6 am, almost sunrise, A can’t sleep but B is drooling on the pillow

So A gets up quietly and sits on an armchair a meter away from the end of the bed, facing B, and tries to quietly play a soft song on his guitar, because B is hard to wake up so no problem

But B wakes up and doesn’t say a word, just grabs the pillow and inverts his position in the bed, sleeping on top of the covers, the head closest to A and falls asleep again with the sound of the guitar

And A plays until the end, and watches the sunrise, then goes snuggle with B

anonymous asked:

SPACE GRAMMA(!!!!) is it okay to ask for some hcs for the Paladins + Allura? Like how would they deal with a s/o who was unconfident and worries too much? (I'm going through a slump rn ;; )

MY SPACE GRANDBABY NEEDS ME!! Of course it’s okay! If anyone wants ANY comfort asks, then that’s completely and totally okay. I answered this as soon as I could, sweetie, and hope this helps you out. Take care of yourself, alright? And my inbox is always open if you need to talk.


  • He is such a good listener. Like, he just lets S/O talk and talk about their insecurities and worries until they have nothing left to say.
  • Looking at them the entire time with the softest, most compassionate face. He doesn’t look away one; his entire attention is on them.
  • Even holds their hand and traces unending circles into it. Squeezes it when it’s clear they’re having a hard time getting the words out, letting them know he’s completely there for them.
  • Shiro is their Biggest Support, the one that S/O knows they can lean on.
  • Kind, reassuring words and touches. His voice goes completely soft when he presses his forehead against theirs and tells them how important they are, how wonderful, how they’ll make it through this.

“You’re one the strongest people I know. Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve been there whenever I or the team needed you. We’ll get through this together.”


  • I can actually see Keith being really good about this because he just. shuts those insecurities down.
  • Like, wth? What do you mean you’re not enough? What are you saying? Of course you’re enough! You’re more than enough.
  • Keith’s a really good listener, too.
  •  He will also be really good at providing that Absolutely Certain reassurement when they need it. Not a hint of doubt or hesitance when he tells them that everything is going to be okay I promise you have to believe that
  • The best thing is that complete confidence Keith has in his S/O. They’re strong, they’re smart, they’re kind, they are more than good enough. He truly believes in his partner, and he tells them as much.
  • Also lowkey ready to fight anyone who puts those awful things in their head (but Keith is always lowkey Ready To Fight for his S/O)

“I’ve never had anyone in my life like you before. You’re…you’re incredible. I don’t understand why you’d think otherwise.”


  • the Sweet Talker
  • He presses up against them and wraps those long arms around them in a loving embrace, resting his chin on their shoulder so he lips are right next to their ear.
  • Lance’s voice becomes this subdued, soothing one as he whispers to his S/O everything he loves about them and reminds them of how Awesome and Cool they are.
  • Drops little kisses in between those sweet words - on their cheek, their shoulder, their neck, everywhere just to communicate how much he loves them and wants them to feel better
  • Adds a nuzzle or two for good measure
  • Completely serious, very sincere. Lance may be a joker but he does not play around when it comes to things of this nature. He knows better than anyone what it’s like to feel like you’re “not enough.”
  • Really, really wonderful at empathizing with his S/O. Lance has his own insecurities and worries, so he relates to them on That Level. He is completely understanding.
  • honestly? I think Lance might be the best about this.
  • totally see these two have lots of private conversations about this and talking through each other’s insecurities and just growing together, supporting one another, and becoming better through their relationship

“Seriously? You’re the coolest, most awesome partner any guy could ask for in the entire universe. I mean, you are dating me after all. Ow! Kidding, kidding!”


  • First off: a big, comforting Hunk Hug (better than any bear hug from anyone don’t fight me on this)
  • Hunk just. Pulls his S/O close and doesn’t say anything for a little while. He understands when they only want to be held and sometimes that’s all a person needs
  • Complete with soothing back rubs
  • If his S/O starts crying or venting, Hunk will listen without a word and let them get it all out as he does this little rocking thing until they’re all out
  • He even hums a little bit, often a sweet song or maybe one of their favorites as a couple
  • His general responses are understanding hums and other soothing sounds like “I know” or “It’s okay” or “Let it out”
  • After S/O gets all those negative emotions out - and only then - Hunk starts speaking to them in this warm, comforting way. S/O can feel the rumble in his chest as he talks because he’s still holding them close.
  • Hunk offers a lot of kind words to his S/o. No matter how awful the situation feels to S/O, Hunk has a positive, uplifting thing to say that makes it seem not so bad. So much encouragement. Hunk gives them hope.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’ve just going through a slump, that’s all. I know you’re great. You’re my best friend - just don’t tell Lance that.”


  • She’s just a kid who is really blunt and looks at things from her perspective a lot of the time, so she still needs to learn how to approach others while looking at their side of things and have a little more tact when it comes to other people’s feelings.
  • So, Pidge’s first response would be her immediate emotional reaction to her S/O lacking confidence.
  • What do you mean? Stop it - don’t say those kind of things! You’re wrong.
  • Not the best perhaps but hey, she’s upfront and honest. Her S/O can tell she really believes it when she tells them how funny and smart and pretty they are and they’re a really cool person and - and - and
  • Pidge has an entire list. She will ramble the whole thing off and more until S/O gets the message.
  • Once Pidge takes a moment to inhale, she stops and actually looks at her S/O and sees how upset they are so
  • She calms herself down and apologizes in a small, quiet voice while looking at the ground. 
  • Tells them how much she cares for and appreciates them, how they’re someone she really trusts and depends on, how it hurts when they don’t see what she sees ‘cause they really are that incredible
  • which is a Big Deal for Pidge because she’s still a little shy about those kinds of feelings and is private about them even with her S/O.
  • Reaches out to hold their hand and gives it a meaningful squeeze, finally looking them in the eye.
  • Pidge smiles, a little wobbly and shy, but so sincere.

“You’re honestly my best friend and I hate it when you - when you - I just want you to see yourself the way I do. I-I’m just really glad you’re here. With me.”


Yessssss, someone finally requested my Space Queen.

  • Allura only has to take one look at her S/O’s face and she knows.
  • As soon as she senses that something is amiss with her S/O, the Altean princess is There and asking them if they’re alright, what’s wrong, are they ok
  • But not in a demanding way or like they’re being interrogated. Allura gently presses for them to open up to her but will absolutely give them space if they need. She only needs them to know she is Completely There For Them.
  • Sits down with them, maybe in a hologram similar to the flower-filled meadow she goes to when she talked with her father’s memory
  • Chooses an equally pretty, comforting “place” for them to sit together - maybe one familiar to S/O - and talk about what’s bothering S/O
  • S/O finds themselves laying back with their in head in her lap while Allura runs tenderly her fingers through their hair and listens, gently prompting them when they have a hard time getting the words out
  • Traces her S/O’s face, watching them with a gentle expression on her own
  • Allura is a strong, calming existence for her S/O as she listens attentively and tells them how important they are to her, that they are completely necessary and do so well in even the most impossible tasks. She’s a wonderful source of guidance for her S/O. With Allura’s commanding presence as a princess, her S/O can even believe the (to them) unbelievable.
  • Kisses them softly to emphasize those words

“Oh, my love. You are one of the kindest, most compassionate beings I’ve ever met. I just know you’ll do great things and am proud to have you by my side.”

Don't Forget Me - Live at La Cigale, 2006
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Don't Forget Me - Live at La Cigale, 2006

“The guitar always comes before the vocals in the Chili Peppers, so when you hear them both doing the same thing it’s usually because he [Anthony Kiedis] is singing alone to me. For instance, on Don’t Forget Me I wanted the verse to switch between a machine-like sound to a flowing tone, so I alternate between left-hand trills to the machine-like thing. That song is a great example of Flea playing the same bassline over and over for like half an hour while I play different guitar parts alongside. And those were probably just the first ones that came into my head. Then Flea stepped on his fuzz, I stomped on my wah that was turned to the trebliest position, and the chorus basically came from that. Actually, you should listen to a live version of that song to truly hear how I wanted it to sound, because on the record Rick [Rubin, producer] made the harmonies much louder and turned the guitar down in the chorus. Thing is, the idea was to have that song’s chorus sounding like a really overdriven, heavy over-the-edge kinda thing.” (John Frusciante)

Thunderstruck - Luke

Thank you to @heartsaysyesmomsaysno for this lovely prompt!



Standing on the wings of the stage, your fingers began to itch. You were decked out in 5sos tour march and you were ready to play an instrument on stage. You are a big fan and when they selected you to go onstage and play a song you were ecstatic! Of course they didn’t know you played guitar, but you know you were about to blow the crowed away. In your small town you are the proclaimed best guitarist.

Luke gives the signal, and Calum announces that an audience member was about to come onstage. Then she comes out. Luke has to hold back a wolf whistle. She looked amazing, her shit (which he noticed is march for his band) fits her snugly, emphasis on the most important parts of her body. She walks with confidence on the stage, as if this was her own backyard.

“So what instrument do you want to play?” Calum asks, then walks towards her, as does Luke. You quickly point to Luke’s guitar, and Luke happily unhooks it from around his neck.

“Do you know how to play?” Luke asks gently, ready to give her some basic instructions.

You respond by playing a quick couple of chords that sound good together. Luke nods along to the sound. “So you wanna play something for us?” Luke asks. You smile, because this was your time to shine.

Your hands fit the strings, opening position, and then you begin to play Thunderstruck by AC/DC. It is a hard song, but once you get used to the fingerings it gets easier. Ashton quickly recognizes the song and begins to smash on his drums. Calum and Michael begin to give you vocal support.

All Luke could do is watch as an impromptu song started to break out between his best mates and this girl. He couldn’t help but watch her and her fingers as they dance across the guitar. His heart strings tug a little. How sexy could it be when a fan plays his guitar? All Luke wants is to hear her play his guitar all day. And then the song is over, but all Luke wants is to talk to the girl, and get to know her.

You walk off stage and the boys continue their banter about how good you were. You huff out a little sigh of relief, and make your way back to your seat.

The next night, your on twitter when suddenly you see your face… attached to a Luke Hemmings tweet. It’s a video of you playing Thunderstruck with the rest of the band. The caption, “She’s the new Luke. Help me find her”

anonymous asked:

how would rfa + react when mc SUPER DUPER LOVES disney movies and they hear she singing along the songs?????? i love your writings btw!

a/n: since i’ve received two of these asks, i’m gonna answer only one. LOLOL i had fun with this!! let’s all take a break from the angst fest i’ve been doing lolol ENJOY THE FLUFF!!!! and i’m feeling a lot better too!! yay!

i felt like i’m back being a kid again omg i miss the old disney *cries in cantonese*

RFA + catching MC singing Disney Songs


  • you were humming to yourself with Mulan’s I’ll Make a Man out of You while cooking dinner when zen arrived
  • you weren’t able to hear his arrival so you continued to sing, “Mister, I’ll make a man out of you!”
  • he stifled a quiet chuckle when you continued to sing and act the song lyrics with conviction while cooking
  • you were so surprised when u heard him continue the next lyrics, “Tranquil as a forest, but on fire from within!” and oh god does he sound so good he once tried that song as an audition song so he knows it by heart lolol
  • you jumped from your position and u felt your face blush because what the hell zen do you ever knock??
  • “I didn’t know you can sing…” he commented thoughtfully while softly applauding his hands
  • “H- how long have you been listening?” you shyly asked while averting your gaze from him you feel conscious because dammit he’s a talented musical actor
  • he laughed gently as he swiftly caught your waist and switched the stove off
  • “…For a while, babe. But more importantly… You’ll make a man out of me, hmm?“ he was teasing you suggestively
  • you swear you look like a ripe tomato
  • “How about I show you how much of a man I am, my princess~?” ya boi zen is definitely manly


  • you were softly singing while vacuuming the apartment when jaehee woke up “A dream is a wish your heart makes… when you’re fast asleep~”
  • she was watching you with a soft smile on her face as you hummed your way in cleaning the living room
  • you seemed to enjoy yourself cleaning while singing
  • she couldn’t help but muffle her soft chuckle so she won’t disturb you
  • you jumped when you heard her applaud from behind you, knocking off the noose of the vacuum cleaner, “Oh gosh! Jaehee! Don’t scare me like that!”
  • “MC. Your voice.. it’s good,” she said fondly while moving to pick up the fallen noose
  • you blushed so hard that u couldn’t look straightly at her “Um how long have you been listening?”
  • “A bit.” she handed u the noose while gently grasping your hands with hers
  • “Don’t worry, you have a good voice. And I find that you’re more beautiful than Cinderella.” cue blushing hard jaehee stop giving me dokis
  • she asked you to sing more of the song for her while you two prepared for breakfast
  • jaehee secretly loves listening in on you whenever you sing ok
  • its like her second fave aside from listening to zen’s performances


  • waking up before jumin had been a habit of yours since you moved in
  • you’d always go to the kitchen only dressed in one of his longs sleeves ( dont judge it’s comfy lolol ) and would cook his breakfast ( pancakes, hotdogs, bacon, his favorite tea, etc. )
  • you plugged in your earphones and you brought out the ingredients from the fridge one by one, your volume blasted on high as the song Let it Go played
  • you started to sing and dance to the music while singing the lyrics to yourself, “Let it go, let it go, can’t hold it back anymore! Let it go, let it go, turn away and slam the door!”
  • you did not notice you have an audience listening in, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen with a tiny smile tugging on his lips
  • only then when you twirled around that you almost dropped the whisk and the steel bowl you’re using to mix in the pancake batter because you saw jumin smirky han listening in on you
  • “Oh god!” You screeched in surprise as you gently tugged your chest, trying to calm yourself down
  • “Hmm…” he scanned your frame up and down as you felt your cheeks blushed, you were after all, wearing only his dress shirt
  • “…a very interesting way to start my morning. Perhaps a little bit… suggestive.” you swear he looked like he’s gonna laugh omg don’t laugh at me i am a free woman in a free democratic country lolol
  • “I’ve heard of that song before…” his eyebrow creased as he tried to remember exactly where he heard that song, “…is what I’d like to think but I’m not so sure where…”
  • his eyes gazed at you for a moment then as if he remembered something when his face lit up a bit, “Oh, right. Frozen…
  • you looked at him and snorted because wow he is familiar with disney??
  • I know that look.” his eyebrows were now knitted together “Don’t dare to ask. It’s a motif for a birthday party of a niece of mine… Bad memories.
  • you can picture a few things that might have happened lolol


  • w-wait did he just hear you sing the song of tHE LION KING??
  • the lion king is one of his fave movies of all time!!
  • and he loves simba, timon and pumbaa so much he dressed up as simba on his first halloween party when he was still 6
  • you were washing dishes when this happened and he didn’t want to disturb you bcoz wow u have a nice voice
  • he’s hella excited to talk to you about it!!
  • when u finally sat on the couch and turned the tv on you were still singing softly to the tune
  • he just sits beside u and starts to softly sing
  • he’s a bit off tune but he sounds so cute “It means no worries, for the rest of your days!” u were blushing hard when u heard this
  • he must have heard u!! duh
  • “Y- you heard me??”
  • he had a sweet smile on his face “Yeah! You sounded adorable too!”
  • “D- does it mean…?” you’re not sure why but his smile only grew wider
  • “I love Disney Movies, MC!” he laughed, shaking his head “But some will only say it’s childish and unfitting for a man but… what can I do? My mom used to spoil me with these movies when I was young.”
  • you chuckled because wow, this is a side you did not expect yoosung to have
  • he holds ur hand, intertwines yours with his then whispers, “Hakuna matata, sweetie~”
  • adorable eyebrow wriggling


  • this is actually a very weird incident
  • you were on the bathroom and your stomach hurt badly from eating too much dinner because wow who said you’d order too many take outs when it’s only you and luciel who’s going to eat??
  • while waiting for the deed to be done lolol you’re thinking of singing something since you forgot to bring your phone with you and seven wouldn’t hear anyway he’s in the kitchen– the bathroom is inside your room
  • “Nants ingonyama bagithi baba (there comes a lion)~ Sithi uhhmm ingonyama (oh yes, it’s a lion)~ Nants ingonyama bagithi baba (there comes a lion)~ Sithi uhhmm ingonyama (oh yes, it’s a lion)~ Ingonyama!!”
  • but you were interrupted with your ceremony when you heard someone on the door, trying to hide his laughter but miserably fails
  • your eyes widened as you realize that Seven was by the door, listening in on you and laughing hard on his ass
  • your cheeks blushed hard and the load you’re trying to remove rolled back due to humiliation you knew he wouldn’t let you live it down
  • “Luciel?!” you screeched as you quickly cleaned yourself up
  • you heard his footsteps running away from where you are and you immediately came running after him
  • but… where is he??
  • and you were so surprised the very exact song ( Circle of Life from Lion King ) played on one of your apartment’s stereos and when you found luciel coming out of a room looking like rafiki jesus
  • “Oh my god…” your eyes widened as he sang himself the exact lyrics you sang earlier while moving on to the rest of the song
  • you swear your stomach hurt again after it
  • you honestly have the best boyfriend

anonymous asked:

(1) Your Resquest are open right? Can I get a scenario where Hobi is our bf and you love how passionate he's about dancing and you ask Jimin to get secretly some dance lessons. You want to surprise Hobi cause you are more worse than dance monster

Originally posted by asdfghobi

Of course! This is a good scenario, I like it.

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“Hello?” Jimin answered on the second ring. You thought he wasn’t going to pick up, but you were glad he did.

“It’s me.” You announced, suddenly feeling embarrassed for calling him. You wanted to ask him for dance lessons, but Hoseok was sitting right beside you. Hoseok couldn’t know, because you wanted it to be a surprise for him.

“Okay…?” Jimin replied, and you got up from your seat. Hoseok took your hand, but you shook him away as you walked towards the kitchen. 

“I need to ask you something, a favor.”

“Okay,” he replied again, this time definitely sounded less confused. You leaned against the counter in the kitchen, holding the phone closer to your mouth so you could almost whisper and Jimin would be able to hear it.

“I need you to teach me how to dance.” You mumbled, feeling your face burn. Okay, you could admit it. You weren’t the best dancer. Scratch that, you were 100% worse than everyone in the universe.  You had no rhythm, and not to mention a lack of stamina.

You were expecting Jimin to laugh, but he didn’t. There was a short pause before a sigh. You envisioned him nodding on the other end of the line. “Okay, let’s start tomorrow. Don’t tell me you’re doing this for Hoseok hyung?”

“Who else would it be for? I want to surprise him, he knows I’m the worst.” You replied, feeling the heat in your cheeks subside a little. Another sigh from Jimin, before he told you the time and place to meet at. Both of you hung up after swift goodbyes and you returned to the living room. Hoseok was no longer there, so you trailed to the bedroom.

He was laying on the bed, fast asleep under the covers. He’d fallen asleep pretty quickly, but that was fine. Lately BTS were busy, and they’d just recently gotten a few weeks off. You didn’t blame Hoseok for just wanting to sleep every once and awhile.

It had gotten late, so you decided to get some sleep for a hard day tomorrow.

You woke up with a still fast asleep Hoseok and a phone vibrating on your dresser. Sitting up, you answered to a very annoyed Jimin.

“You said you would show up by now. Do you know what time it is?” Jimin snapped, making you pull the phone away from your ear. Talking on the phone immediately after you wake up definitely is going to make you deaf before you turned 50.

“Crap, sorry. I’ll be there, so wait for me. Wait outside so I don’t need to walk in alone.”

“Fine. Hurry up, though!” He hung up, leaving you with a dead end phone. Rubbing your eyes so you could see properly, you got up from the bed and went over to the closet.

Hosoek stirred, rolling over to face you at the closet. His sleepy face was definitely the cutest, and made him look 10 years younger. “Where are you going?”

“Out, I’ll be back in a few hours.” You stripped off your clothes, dressing in something more comfortable. When you looked back at Hoseok, he was pouting slightly.

“It’s only 10:30 in the morning. Why are you leaving the house right now? I barely even have time off work and you’re leaving me.”

“Hey, don’t think of it like that. It’s only a few hours. I’ll make it 2. Just 2, and I’ll come home.” You went to his side of the bed, pecking him gently on the lips. He returned the kiss, but barely. Hoseok was obviously upset that you were leaving to do something. Even if you couldn’t tell him, you knew he wouldn’t bother you. He would respect your privacy.

“Mm, okay.” He mumbled, pulling the blanket up to his neck and cuddling back into the bed. His expression still wasn’t happy, but you knew this would all pay off in the end. You left the house and drove to where Jimin told you to meet, finding him exactly where you’d asked him to meet you. Today wasn’t the nicest of days, but you still appreciated the fact Jimin would do something like this for you.

“This is like, a motel.” You muttered as you climbed from the car, making sure to lock the doors before following Jimin to the door.

“It looks like it, but there’s a really nice studio downstairs. Nobody knows about it so don’t worry about being bothered.” He opened the door for you, letting you walk in first.

You guys got downstairs, and the first thing Jimin made you do was stretch. There definitely was no lack of him showing off how flexible he was, doing the splits, and bending his body in half for at least 3 minutes at a time. You thought your eyes were going to fall out of your head by how hard you were glaring at him. The jealousy was real.

“Okay, so last night I was in the studio a little later so I already thought of the beginning of the dance I want to teach you. I purposely made it pretty easy, but we’ll get to harder stuff so don’t worry.”

Your eyes widened at the sound of him telling you the dancing will get harder. “Oh, great. This sounds so fun.”

Jimin clapped his hands together once, nodding his head up and down. “Okay, so we’ll do it to one of BTS’ song’s… I picked a short one, you know Luv In Skool right?”

“Mm, yeah. It’s only a vocal song, though…” You were pouting, obviously. You wanted a song where Hoseok had a solo.

“Do you want a full length song, then? I’ll teach you the dance to Danger.”

“No, no!” You waved him off, immediately changing your pout to a forced smile. No need to over exert yourself just because your boyfriend didn’t have a solo in a certain song. Jimin nodded, getting into position and instructing you to follow along with his movements.

“Hey, do you want to film the practice so I can edit it and show Hoseok the hell you went through to move your legs a little less clumsier to music?”

“Okay, okay. That sounds funny and also no.” You snapped, knowing full well Jimin would do it anyway. As if on cue, he set up his cell phone in the corner on an unused book shelf so it had enough height to get your bodies in on the shot.

After a few hours of working hard, Jimin finally let you go.

“Do you want to take a shower before you go? There’s a place upstairs, I know the person that own’s this place.” Jimin asked, picking up his gym bag.

“Should I? It’ll probably make Hoseok suspicious if I go home super sweaty…” You spoke mainly to yourself, but you didn’t stop when Jimin began to push you towards the door. After finally deciding to take a shower, you followed Jimin to the place he’d described in the studio.

It was only a small little motel room, but it was fine because you were just taking a quick shower. Jimin promised to wait for you because the place kind of gave you the creeps. After you were finished, you dried your hair the best you could before putting it up in a bun so it looked dry. Jimin and you left the room together, and walked towards the front entrance where you car was parked.

Hoseok was leaning against your car, hands deeply in his pants pockets as his eyes scanned the door you’d just walked through very thoroughly. When he spotted you and Jimin walking out the door, he crossed towards you very quickly.

Shit, you were busted. The surprise was totally ruined now. How did he even know you were there, in the first place? Instead of asking what was up, Hoseok grabbed a fistful of Jimin’s shirt.

“Whoa, hyung…” Jimin looked confused, and Hoseok definitely wasn’t about to start laughing like he usually did when he was just joking around. Hoseok’s eyes shot towards you, his gaze beyond angry.

“You guys are sleeping together, aren’t you?” He wasn’t shouting, but he was pretty damn close to it. No, no he was definitely misunderstanding your innocent intentions. Shit.

“No, are you insane?” Jimin took hold of Hoseok’s wrist to pry his hand away, but Hoseok punched him straight in the jaw.

“Oh my God, Hoseok! Stop it, we’re not sleeping together!” You intervened so Jimin wouldn’t get hit again, pushing Hoseok back with full force.

“What the fuck were you doing then? I heard you talking to him on the phone. It was him, right? You were asking him to meet you here! You couldn’t tell me because you’re cheating on me.”

You dropped your bag on the ground, walking towards him. Hoseok held a hand out so you couldn’t get near him, but you pushed it down with the least amount of force you could afford.

“I would never cheat-” You began, but Hoseok turned and walked towards his own car. He climbed in, and revved the engine in a dramatic way. You were going to try and stop him, but Jimin caught your arm.

“Don’t even try to talk to him right now. He’ll probably run you over with his car. Let’s just go wait at your place for him.”

“No way, you go home. Put ice on where he hit you or it’ll bruise. I can talk to him, we’ll work it out. Jimin, I’m really sorry.”

Jimin wordlessly handed you your bag, tenderly rubbing his jaw. You said your goodbyes and you drove back to your place. Hoseok was home when you’d returned, and he was throwing his things in trash bags.

“Hoseok, stop it!” You took his bag, dumping all the contents of it out. He didn’t even reply to you, just snatched up the bag and began to pack it all again.

“Let’s just talk.” You pleaded, placing a hand over top of the bag so nothing else would go inside of it. His ice cold glare met your eyes, but you still took that as an advance to speak.

“Jimin was teaching me to dance, I promise. I asked him last night, on the phone. It’s all for you, so I can show you I’m not as bad as you thought I was. Please, believe me! Hoseok, I would never cheat on you.”

His eyes flickered slightly, before going back to the cold glare they were before. “Move, don’t dump out my shit anymore.”

“Why don’t you believe me?” You thrashed your arm out towards the trash bag again, pushing it away from him. Near tears, you took Hoseok’s collar and forcefully pulled his face towards yours.

“We’ve been dating for 3 fucking years! Never once in my life have I ever thought of cheating on you. I’m in love with you, not with Jimin, not with anyone else! You know there’s a dance studio on the bottom floor right?”

“I know damn well there’s a dance studio there! Now, move.” He shouted towards you, pushing you off so you stumbled back towards the door. He really didn’t believe you, and it tore you apart. Hoseok was going to leave at this point, and you had no reasoning for him to believe you.

Besides the fact that Jimin had filmed the whole 2 hours you were with him.

“Jimin filmed us practicing!” You shouted, pulling out your phone and sending a quick text to Jimin. You told him to send you at least 10 minutes of you guys practicing, and he obediently sent it to you not even 4 minutes later.

“Look, Hoseok! Look at us fucking practicing. This was for you.” You shoved the phone screen into his face, getting in the middle of him packing all of his things away in the black bag. The bag looked like it was going to rip if he placed anything else into it, so you kicked it over while he was completely engulfed in watching the evidence you had.

“Do you believe me yet, you asshole?” Tears easily fell down your cheeks as Hoseok looked up at you with wide eyes. The anger had completely fueled out of his expression and you knew he believed you. Dropping your phone on the floor, you cupped both of his cheeks in your hands. Hoseok’s bottom lip was quivering, his eyebrows raised to his hairline as he finally believed your words.

“I was going to leave…I didn’t believe you…You weren’t even lying…” He stuttered furiously, ending up in just cutting off his words completely. His hands clasped weakly onto your wrists, holding you closer to him.

“I would never cheat on you.” You promised, kissing his nose gently. Hoseok collected you up into a tight hug, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. His hands held your back tightly so that it seemed like your bodies were almost molded together.

“Hoseok, let’s just put your stuff back, okay? You won’t leave me, right?”

“No, no I’m not leaving.” He whispered, still completely in shock. His hands were shaking, you realized. Even as tightly as he was clasping onto your clothes, he was still shaking.

“I love you, so much.” You whispered, kissing his head. He held you even tighter, whispering that he loved you, too.

let me give you a run down of this shit

this is long as hell but anyway……


it sounds like midnight memories the album if midnight memories was on steroids but also legitimately on fire. 

so run down: they played music videos leading up .. starting with wmyb and i yelled at the ceiling saying why are we doing this to my soul

then they go into the album and it basically went one or more boy talks about the song, then otra footage or old footage or BTS footage, or then even the exact honda civic tour BTS video with which HAHA and they also like had the song titles come up in between songs and before and after

so hey angel harry introduced it, and it’s sounds so much like an oasis song.. BRILLIANT sound. harry compared it to being a great opener like clouds. which YES. 

then drag me down they played music video, perfect they played the music video and it totally cut out and said ‘perfect’ during harry writhing on the couch which i LAUGHED SO HARD because everyone was like WHYYYYY oh and before perfect everyone was chanting larry and i was screamin

then infinity HL talked about it being like a big song and stuff (seperately of course) and it showed the infinity knot with infinity written kill me

then end of the day was a bop i’m totally blanking on it, but it was a bop know that i’m pretty sure i said this is a bop


so harry talks about if i could fly.. and talks about piano

and i’m like great harry wrote this song pls shoot me




long way down had a great like flow to it and it literally went from high to low notes too harry sounded great and liam said he liked the creativity because the song went high to low when the lyrics did too 


OLIVIA IS A DAMN TUNE AND HARRY SAID IT COULD NOT EVEN BE ABOUT A GIRL NAMED OLIVIA and i was like obviously its a fucking pun you big sap it basically says like i love you so much which i did not need to hear harry belting the words i love you so much ever thanks

what a feeling i’m pretty sure went from girl to you pronouns but i can not be sure i remember noting that tho 

SO LOVE YOU GOODBYE WHICH EVERYONE IS LIKE AHH ABOUT. so louis introduces this song with the smuggest most shit eating face ever. and he’s like this song is about being in a relationship and then ending the relationship and then obviously that moment when you have to see your ex again. and then i CACKLED OUT LOUD because everyone was like WHATT??? and then we listen to the song and it’s about fucking someone goodbye like it’s not about a breakup at all?? that’s not how i took it??? i took it as ‘look at you wearing what you’re wearing how could you come say goodbye to me like that i want to fuck you let me fuck you goodbye’ so basically larry af when harry had to go stuntin looking like a hott af

i want to write you a song is catchy as hell and talks about boats. SO. julian bunetta is a larry shipper

history is about zayn leaving. it absolutely 100% is. and it has the sentiment of we can rule the world and we will together. i’m pretty sure that’s actually very close to the lyrics. these boys are in it to the end. and they’re in it to win it. 

TEMPORARY FIX ANOTHER NIALL SONG. he introduced this song as talking about seeing a girl at a bar and you can tell she’s not into the guy she’s with and then you offer her an out basically and the song is about being like hmu when you need it i’ll fuck you that’s literally what it is and i kept yelling YOOO NIALLLLLLLLL

walking in the wind i immediately took as a larry song and then i thought it was a zayn leaving song but really i think it’s harry just playing around with sounds. he says its inspired by paul simon graceland

wolves liam said was about being at the club with a hott ass lady and then other guys are trying to come for her and you’re like the wolves are gonna come for you dudes get away from my woman

AM is about a party where just the lads are around at the end and the ones you really love and the chorus involves the word asses so i’m all about that it also says made in the AM so yeah niall talked about being sober at 6 am compared to 2 am. i yelped.

then they played perfect music video and everyone started a dance party in front of the screen. it was wild. 

but anyway that’s it. i’m fucking exhausted emotionally and physically please release me from this hell

I just feel like that’s what music is supposed to be. Like, that’s my problem with fucking trap music: People are rapping about killing niggas and selling fucking drugs all day, but it sounds happy—that’s bullshit. That shit’s stressful: You’re not going to make no fucking money, somebody’s going to end up dead, and you’re not going to be able to pay for his funeral because his mom probably don’t fuck with him like that, and he don’t got health insurance. So now you have to do a fucking car wash to pay for somebody’s funeral and bury him in some cheap shit. Where’s that song?

If you listen to shit about niggas being in a position where they have no hope, there should be nothing at peace about that. There’s a way to do it to where it’s listenable and likable, but it shouldn’t just be some happy stuff. Every song on the radio right now is about selling cocaine and killing people, but that’s not what you hear from it, so in your head that becomes OK.

The way I look at music—especially urban music, black-people music, whatever you want to call it—is that we’re all in the zoo, and the listeners are the people outside of the cage. You can look at five lions that could literally destroy you, but since you’re looking through the glass, it’s fun and cute. You point at the glass. You wave at them. But you’re not going to step inside that glass, because you know what’ll happen to you. Rappers are making this shit a petting zoo. They’re like, “It’s cool, you can walk up, we’re not threatening, we’re just musicians, it’s all an act.” But it’s actually a very real thing. It’s not a game. One of my friends just died last month—got shot in his face five times in the back of his mom’s house in front of his 5-year-old sister. He was 24 and a good dude, went to work, never really hurt nobody. So if this is what we’re rapping about, why do you not feel that?

Late Nights - Suga

Because I haven’t written any BTS things in a while and I have really bad writer’s block, have a cliche and rather terrible drabble :P

“Yooooooooooongi~” You cooed your boyfriend’s name as soon as you rounded the corner of the second floor of the BigHit building and he came into view, his slouched posture sadly all too familiar to you as he took a sip from what looked like the fourth coffee cup of the night, judging from the empty polystyrene cups lying around him. The digital clock on the desk beside him read ‘4:34AM’, showing you he’d been in there for a good half a day or so and most likely without more than one break, knowing him. He was determined and hardworking, which made you admire him but also worried you to no end, meaning you constantly went to see him, much to his frustration. He didn’t want your sleeping patterns to mess up as his did and he wanted you to trust him, however he’d neglected his health so much in the past you felt it was necessary to drag him out of the studio when you could. At the sound of your voice he looked up, his attention moving from the garish glare of his computer screens to you; a black silhouette against the yellow glow of the outside hallway. He squinted a bit, only then realising how the world had grown dark around him and his computers were the only sources of light within the room. You took a moment to take in his prominent eye bags and overall dishevelled appearance, a slight frown etched onto his features and a small pout on his lips without him seeming to notice it there. You sighed before giggling slightly, walking slowly into the room and standing behind his chair. He was about to spin around to face you when you draped your arms over his shoulders, leaning down to peck his cheek and laughing lightly at his grimace.

“You look so cute like this!” you chided playfully, poking him jokingly.

“Like what?” he replied in a tired, rather slurred mumble, sniffling and looking back at his arrangement as you tightened your hold on him.

“All sleep deprived and hating the world.” He scoffed at your remark, rolling his eyes and turning his swivel chair around so you stumbled backwards a little and now stood before your exhausted looking boyfriend. He looked up at you through his eyelashes before reaching out to you silently, his pout growing and his hands making grabbing motions. You chuckled at his childlike actions, moving to stand between his parted legs and wrapping your arms around him again, bringing his head to your chest. He slumped against you, holding you tight around the waist listening to the sound of your heartbeat and struggling to keep himself awake. One of your hands moved up to stroke his bleached hair, the strands feeling rather rough compared to the soft locks you’d liked so much before the stylists decided to dye it a new colour with every comeback. You tutted at him, feeling more like his mother at that moment and laughing at the clingy man before you as he whined something incoherent into your shirt. “Why do you insist on staying up so late?” you murmured, making him pull back from you a bit and look up into your eyes with a light sigh. His were droopy and showed how sleepy he really was whilst yours were warm and slightly concerned, making him smile gently. He complained when you came so late, but he loved how much you cared.

“Because the music won’t make itself.” he hummed in a singsong tone, playing with the dark material of your tee.

“Your music sounds better when you’re well rested, though.” you pointed out, brushing his fringe from his eyes when it fell and pulling him to stand with you. He tried to stop you, restraining you as much as he could to keep you in the same position.

“I need to finish this song.” he whispered, already half asleep and trying his best to keep his eyes open. You shook your head and pulled harder, making him groan as he moved, his limbs feeling stiff and heavy after so long slumped over at his desk. He once again slouched against you and held you pressed against him, your steady breathing and heartbeat lulling him further into slumber. You raised an eyebrow at him, smiling at how affectionate he was when he was tired, and led him to the black couch at the back of his studio, prying him from you and pushing him gently onto it. You went to his computer to save his work and turn off the system when you heard him whine again.

“Why aren’t you here?” You turned to find his eyes closed and his hands searching the space around him, his brows scrunched as he tried to detect your presence.

“I am, I am,” you responded quietly, shutting the door before joining him on the rather small sofa. He sighed contentedly and rolled so he was mostly on top of you, one of his legs over yours and his arm around your waist so you couldn’t leave him again. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, wrapping your arms around him as his breathing began to slow. Your hand busied itself with his hair again, the other repetitively rubbing his back as you watched him drift into a much-needed sleep. “What would you do without me?” You breathed, resting your cheek against the top of his head and shutting our eyes in the hopes of joining him in sleep. He stirred a little, his grip on you tightening as he nuzzled further up to you.

“God knows.” he responded with a yawn, taking you aback slightly as you thought him long gone. “I’d be so lost.” You smirked and kissed the top of his head lightly, making him grin in lazy appreciation. “I love you~~” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You didn’t know why he changed so much when he was so sleepy, his soft side becoming way more apparent, but you definitely weren’t complaining. You giggled again at his antics and shuffled a little further down, allowing you to leave a ghost-like peck on his lips as he actually fell asleep.

“Love you too, you huge baby.” you teased, knowing he couldn’t hear you.

Originally posted by minsnuggles

He’s so cute wtf

-Admin Belle

Romance Me

Title: Romance Me

Anonymous asked: So Jerome and Reader broke up months ago bc reader wanted Jerome to be more romantic and stuff but he wasnt. So Reader started fucking w another villain (u can invent his name or identity). One night, after fucking w her new lover, reader went downstairs to open the door so he could leave but when she came back to her room jerome was there. He started asking question and making sarcatic comments like “So you replace me for that?” “Tell me u didnt let him come inside you” He was jealous. ½ oh im the anon that send the prompt in two messages about jerome and reader breaking up and that she tells jerome that her new lover has a bigger dick. i want to make clear that THAT was a lie just to make jerome angry. so i want him to ask her while fucking “so gorgeous who has the bigger dick in gotham? and dont lie this time” and reader, while moaning, says that his cock is the biggest :) so yeah thats it <3 the other part was that when she noticies he’s jealous she says her new lover has a bigger dick and jerome is so angry and jealous but he laughs and says'oh gorgeous dont lie to me and yourself, i bet he cant make u cum’ and he kisses her and they fuck rough, and a lot of dirty talk bc jerome makes her say how much she loves his big cock. at the end they r both laying in bed,and jerome gives her a rose he brough for her bc he wants to be more romantic for reader bc he loves her but wont admit it

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

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another one for florehiem, because i wanted to do this one too.


you’re the bastard who keeps parking right in front of my house so i retaliated by keying your car and you caught me AU.

“What are you doing?”

This is a question that Sakura has considered asking herself, but she’s a little drunk right now and the dark velvet voice asking her is so much better than her own.

It shouldn’t be a surprise to see that it’s Sasuke standing there behind her as she bends over his car, but somehow it is. This guy–this fucking guy–has been parking in her spot for months, the one that is clearly perfectly positioned in front of the front door of her bottom floor apartment.

In her tipsy haze, she is unsure whether to be righteously indignant or turned on. Unfortunately, it’s more of the latter because the alcohol is making his voice sound like the song of angels. Very sexy angels, dressed in dark jeans and dark grey peacoats.

Her own attraction makes her angry, so she digs her key harder into the side of his cherry red sports car. In retrospect, maybe scratching out her name of all things was a bad idea, but she insists to herself that she regrets nothing.

“Seriously? I’m standing right behind you. You can stop now.”

Sakura turns and points at what she hopes is his face, but is closer to the direction of his groin. She hiccups a little and her speech is slightly slurred. “Obviously I can’t, ‘cause you dun know how to take a hint.”

Sasuke folds his arms over his chest, his frown deepening. “And what hint would that be?”

“It’s not a hint if I have to tell you, stupid,” she giggles, losing her balance and falling over onto her side. This causes her to laugh even harder, and Sasuke sighs in dismay.

“You’re tanked right now, aren’t you?”

Sakura attempts to pull herself to her feet, wobbling and unintentionally scratching his car even further as she does. “Are all hot people thish dumb?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” he replies dryly, watching her with amusement.

She squints at him. “What?”

Sasuke sighs again and moves to her side, bending down and easily slinging her petite frame over his shoulder. Sakura shrieks once, then falls back into another fit of giggles. Her laughter echoes in the stairwell as he carries her to his second floor apartment.

His eye twitches as she grabs at his butt.

Inside, he carries her to the living room and promptly flips her over onto the couch, throwing a blanket at her. Sakura peers around at his modest furnishings, fascinated at the stark contrast to his flashy car.

As Sasuke retreats into the bedroom, she whines, “But I dun wanna go to sleep! Unless you let me come to bed with you.”

She waggles her pink brows at him, and Sasuke’s eyes roll skyward. “Go to sleep.”

He closes the door behind him, and Sakura frowns petulantly. But as she lies back against the comfy couch cushions, she dozes off instantly.


When he wakes somewhere around seven a.m., Sasuke feels a peculiar weight on his chest. It’s heavier than a dog, but lighter than Naruto, and smells like a combination of lillies and alcohol.

His eyes snap open, and the first thing he sees is a headful of silky pink hair, attached to a blissfully sleeping Sakura draped across him like a blanket. At some point, she’d stripped down to her underwear, and the feel of her soft skin pressed against his is more intoxicating than any vodka.

He’s not sure who’s being taken advantage of here.

Sasuke gingerly tries lifting and rolling her off of him, but her eyes blink blearily open at the most inopportune moment as his hands grip her around the waist. He freezes, fingers digging into her skin as she smiles sleepily at him.

“Mmm…Sakura was a good girl this year, Santa,” she murmurs as her eyes flutter shut again.

He breathes a silent sigh of relief as her breathing returns to an even tempo of hibernation. Her head settles on his shoulder, exposing her neck to him, and suddenly Sasuke has a wicked idea.

Taking great pains not to wake her again, he leans over to reach into his nightstand’s drawer.


When Sakura returns to her apartment later that morning, it’s after an exceedingly embarrassing moment waking up in Sasuke’s bed in her underwear (alone, thankfully). She’d found him sitting at his kitchen table, drinking coffee, reading the morning news, and smiling smugly.

She only has the vaguest recollection of the events of last night, and so she kept her red face bowed and out of sight as she hastily excused herself. Stumbling down the outside stairs to her own bottom floor apartment, she spots his car and her inebriated handiwork all too clearly.

Groaning and not wanting to think about how much she’s going to have to pay for that, she enters her apartment and heads straight to the bathroom for a much needed shower. She can feel the alcohol leaking from her pores.

Shedding her clothes and turning the water on, she quickly glances at her less-than-stellar appearance in the mirror as she waits for the water to heat. And instantly freezes in shock.

There on the side of her neck is a small purple splotch. Sakura touches it lightly with her fingertips, and the area is tender. If she didn’t know better, she’d say it was…

…a hickey.

And below it, Sasuke’s name written in swirling loops of black ink.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Solangelo fanfic where Nico is the happy and sunshiney one and Will is the one who is more dark and wears black and stuff.

{I’ve actually thought about something like this before, but never got around/time to write it, so THANK YOU for asking for it! I’m actually pumped for this one. Let me know what you guys think! This is part one of ???. I’m not sure how many parts this will have right now, but there will be at least two. Also I’m sorry for the confusion that this one will probably cause, it will make more sense when I get part two posted, so please just bear with me. ALSO! If someone wanted to draw fanart of one of my stories, I would be super happy if you did this one, heck ANY of them would be amazing!}

When Will woke up, he knew something was off, but he couldn’t remember what. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that kept screaming “Something isn’t right! This is all wrong!” He just couldn’t place why he was getting this feeling, then a fuzzy memory came back to him. Will jerked into a sitting position and looked around for Nico. They were on a quest together and had been fighting some sorceress that he couldn’t seem to remember the name of. The sorceress had hit them with some sort of spell and then everything had gone black. When it happened, Will had grabbed onto Nico’s hand because he thought that they were going to die. Guess I was wrong. Will shook his head and went back to scanning wherever he was for his boyfriend. He saw movement off to his side and his head automatically whipped around to look for the source. His eyes caught sight of the crumpled form of his waking boyfriend. “Nico!” Will rushed over to his boyfriend and helped him sit up. “Are you alright, Nico?” Will felt like he should be doing something, but he couldn’t place what it was. “Will?” Nico looked up at Will with a confused look shining in his blue eyes. “Do you remember what happened?” Will asked, brushing Nico’s blond hair out of his eyes. “We got hit by some sort of spell, though I’m not really sure what it was supposed to do seeing as nothing happened.” The blond replied while he stood. Nico offered Will a freckled hand, which Will took with only a slight hesitation.

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The work out music he usually put on was stuff that got him pumped up, like rock or some crazy electric stuff. Joon made playlists for working out that were specifically designed to give him motivation when his body wanted to just stop. It seemed he must have added something by accident though because the next song to play on the list definitely did not belong. he was going down into another push up when it started, and oh god it was horrendous. He froze in position as he processed the happy and cute sound filling his ears. Dear lord it was so…gross.

Any rational person would skip it and move on, that was that, but Joon’s never claimed to be very rational. He came up out of the push up with straining arms and stood up. His black tank top clung to his chest from sweat and his hair looked like he just stepped out of the shower, but sweat never bothered Joon much. He was used to heat, had to be where he was from.

As if against his will, his body began to move to the overly cheesy cute music. It felt kind of silly to just stand there and dance to a cutsie song (lots of very feminine poses of course) but it felt sort of…nice. It was rare to see a true smile on Joon’s face, and the one that lifted up on his lips was nothing compared to what it used to be, but it was light and genuine. No one could see him, why not enjoy the brief moment of freedom? He threw his arms out in an overdramatic gesture and laughed as he danced to the stupid song with his terrible dance moves. When was the last time he danced? Half a year? More than that probably. He flipped his hair and closed his eyes as he danced, allowing the music to flow into him and drown out any thoughts that were trying to push into his mind. Just a moment of freedom.