how i wish i was holding his hand lol

heith thought where they havent seen each other in a few years, but much is the same. hunk is still funny, and still laughs a lot. he still has the biggest smile that keith has ever seen, and can still throw out a sharp barb if needed, even if hes usually more reserved. he still hangs out around that loud, mouthy kid - lance, or something. anyway, there is one thing thats different

hunk is shredded. no, like he looks good in his shirts, keith is very aware of this, but when he rolls up the sleeves so he doesnt get oil on them as hes fixing something up, keith just kinda. stares. and stares. annnndd stares.

because holy shit. that is tone. that is definition. that is something he wants holding him up and pressing him into a wall.

he gets over himself in time to hand over the tools hunk asks for before it gets weird, but from then on he cant stop noticing it. which, hes used to, with hunk, just in general noticing him, but this…

now that he is aware of it, its everywhere.

hunk mentions that he and lance are going to go hit the gym and all keith can do nod in acknowledgement, not even allowing his mouth to open because he knows that once it goes, itll just gape. the idea of even seeing hunk shirtless, sweaty, lifting heavy things into the air…. its too much to deal with right now.

he almost trips once, and hunk catches him by the wrist, strong, thick fingers curling and flexing over his skin. he can feel their warmth, even after they leave, the rest of the day. he thinks about it much longer than that.

lance wants to arm wrestle. when he goes up against hunk, keith cant help but watch. he gets so caught up in the way hunk rolls up his sleeves, how his whole arm tenses, hold clenching and unclenching on lances hand - he only knows who the victor is by lances mock-upset squall before allura distracts him with the request to go up next.

he knows its bad when hunk picks up something heavy and keiths mouth waters. when, as hunk shifts the box closer to his chest to get a better grip on it, all keith can think is i wish hed do that to me

About the burning dude in Fire MV

Ok so there’s a thing I, as a classic rock fan, always wanted to point out but thought it was way too stupid. I still think it’s stupid lol but here it goes.

So Yoongi sees someone, then holds their hand and when he plays his music again, the person burns:

Ok so I always thought it was funny how this handshake resembles the one in the album art for Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here:

But then, watching closely Wings short films, in First Love Yoongi enters a music store… which shows the album right behind the door:

So yeah, it’s a music store and there are tons of other albums inside and this is a very famous one but IDK, I just thought it was funny how they put it there after Fire.

Also, Wish You Were Here is an album about: loneliness and longing for someone (in the title song), about missing a lost friend who was, let’s say bright like a diamond, and touches mental illness (Shine on You Crazy Diamond) solitude and the pressures of society -and fame/music industry-, and how we fall into these “traps” (Welcome to the Machine and Have a Cigar).

So this probably means absolutely nothing and it’s just me fangirling about two of my favorite music acts ever, but honestly, I find these references lovely. And you know, all indicates that Yoongi does in fact miss someone so… yeah

BTS Reaction to LG-fan telling them their songs gave them the courage to make it through the bad days

LG-fan = lesbian or gay fan (request asked for a gay fan but I decided to include lesbian fans too! ; I don’t think ‘LG’ is an actual thing but now it is lol bc of my laziness to write out the full words)

- Admin Audrey

Jin: Seokjin would become so emotional over hearing the fan’s story that a tear may begin to form, no matter how hard he tries to stifle its journey, but nonetheless it slips out over his cheek and the corners of his lips turn up as he takes the fan’s hand and holds it in his. “I’m so sorry,” he murmurs. “I wish we could help more. But - but I’m so happy that - that we could help you in this way.” His tone would become helpful and he would squeeze the fan’s hand gently. “You have all of our support,” he says reassuringly, then pulls his hand away to wipe the tears away with a small bout of laughter. 

Originally posted by jeonggu

Suga: Yoongi would be so honored to hear this story, that his lyrics, his music - had affected someone in such a way as to save them. There would be an uncontrollable smile on his face and his eyes would be bright with joy at the realization of what he was capable of. “I hope that the music you listen to will always be something you can hold onto,” he tells the fan, suddenly finding it hard to create sentences despite him being able to create songs. “Wah … I seriously don’t know what to say.” And that’d be alright between him and the fan, just knowing that they could support each other was enough. “Thank you,” he says finally, and they smile.

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J-Hope: “Hello-hello!” he says brightly when the fan moves over to sit in front of him. He would proceed on, asking what their name is, what their favorite song was, and so on. During the short pause, the fan begins to talk about how his song gave them a hope, a fire, that specifically his verses in various songs seemed to keep him alive. He would glance up and study them for a moment, then frame their face with his hands with a great smile on his face. “Yeah, you gotta channel your inner J-Hope!” he exclaims. He would be really grateful for their story, it’d come out in a casual and comfortable way with laughter and smiles and encouraging words. 

Originally posted by btsleepy

Rap Monster: Namjoon would be outside shopping for groceries when the fan spots him in the aisles of the store. They would approach him shyly, asking for his autograph and a picture if possible. They would find a way to ease into their story of how their songs had given them energy and hope and end with a grateful ‘thank you’. Namjoon would be filled with an unexplainable joy and pride at hearing these words and grasp their shoulder comfortingly. “We’ll always be there for you, through our songs,” he says strongly. “We will always support you, no matter what.” 

Originally posted by jeonggu

Jimin: Jimin would be so happy to represent Bangtan in that moment, to be the one on the receiving end after having unexpectedly given. He would break out into a smile at the fan’s thank you and act like a dependable elder-brother or cousin. “With our songs, you’ll always feel at home,” he promises. But he sobers up a bit, a smile still on his features as he asks, “Is everything alright, though?” The Park Jimin that is known for caring and always protecting others will shine through and reach the fan who will either admit something is wrong or assure him that they are all alright.

Originally posted by parkjiminz

V: Taehyung would be so flustered but ecstatic to hear this from a fan. “Especially ‘Hold Me Tight’!” the fan says, naming the song that Taehyung composed. “That song always soothes me.” Taehyung’s hands would fly up to his face and he would feel heat spreading throughout his skin as he continues to listen, a million thoughts flying through his mind because he is so enjoyed to be able to tell this story to his fellow members and know that the seven of them had done amazing things through their shared passion - music. “I’ll sing a bit of it for you,” he offers with his rectangular grin and begins to sing the chorus softly to the fan.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jungkook: Jungkook would be really shy when he notices a fan approaching him in public, and he’d become even more shy and flustered when he hears their story. “A-ah, we’re so happy we could help you,” he murmurs, a smile donning his features as he tries to overcome his introverted self. “I’m so glad that our music could mean something like that.” “I think ‘Love is Not Over’ was one of the songs that really helped me,” the fan says, and he becomes even more flustered. The fan asks him if he can sing a little bit for them and he obliges, happy to help someone who has been in deep emotional conflict. “I’m not really good at saying things but - you’ll get through it,” he says before they part ways.

Originally posted by jinkooks

anonymous asked:

hey! if i sent in just one prompt would you be able to maybe write it tonight? im so sad and i really just need it rn. so... you are harry fly to cheshire for annes bday from LA, and you already know the family and they make you feel really welcome. and you're really tired from the plane ride so when everyones watching a movie at the end of the night you end up falling asleep on him and you hear him and his mom talking about you. and somehow you whisper i love you to him without anne noticing.

(I don’t know how good this is going to be lol sorry but I’ll try my best)

It’s been a terribly long day. Everything leading up to the moment you pulled into Harry’s old home. He smiled widely over to you and grabbed your hand from across the dash. “You ready?”

You nod, squeezing his hand in yours. It was always something you would do with him. Hold his hand, give him hugs, sometimes even kiss - a lot - even though there was no official name for it. Sometimes you wish there was. It was always something though, there was something there behind the ‘Best friend’ title.

He leant over the dash, pulling your intertwined hands to his chest so he could lean further over to you. Planting a pursed kiss to your cheek.

“Let’s go!” He cheered, way too perky from an right hour flight.

You immediately miss the feeling of his hand clasped around yours when he pulls away to remove the keys out of the ignition and exit the car. You take a deep breathe, rubbing your eyes roughly to try and rid of the excess sleep.

“Coming.” You mumble and exit the car. Harry smiled from now, in front of the car, holding yours and his night bag in his abnormally large hands.

You let him lead you into his childhood home, feeling immensely at home yourself when Anne comes rushing in with a birthday hat on and a bright smile. “Nice to see you my love!” She cheers and pulls you into a right hug, completely blowing off Harry which makes him frown at her.

“Nice to see you, Anne, Happy birthday.” Anne smiles and hugs you tighter. 

“Thank you, thank you.” She coos into your hair, pulling back only slightly to get a good look at you. Her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. For moment, you saw a glimmer of tears in the corner of her eyes. Not the happy kind that she shed when she found out that you and Harry had finally came back in touch with each other at the many years of distant talk on the phone. It was the sad kind - the kind that you mother cried when you told her your plans to move to L.A. When, she realized that she would never be a big part of your life anymore. You couldn’t help but feel like this was your fault - she hadn’t seen you in years, Harry barely comes to visit anymore without your persistence and annoying phone calls when he’s in the area. —

She smiles brightly however, and keeps the small drops of salt water in her eyes as she brings you into another hug. “Okay, okay mother, that’s enough hugs, she’s suffocating -” He chuckles, Anne turns to give him a hard glare, but it’s hard when her face is soft and lovingly gazing between the both of you. “Come give me hugs.” He frowns, and holds out his arms.

You laugh as she practically jumps into his arms, and - squeezes the life out of him. But Harry’s smiling and biting his lip trying not to cry or tear up for that matter.

Anne breaks away from the hug and smiles widely. “Well, I was in the middle of making dinner. You can drop off the bags in the first room on the right. Hope you guys don’t mind sharing a room, the whole family decided to come this weekend so all of them are occupied.”

You felt your stomach swirl with a funny feeling that made you want to puke or kiss his cherry red lips - but mainly puke.

“It’s okay, right babe?” He asks, with a small smile. You nod, unable to answer without blood rushing to your face in embarrassment. He chuckles softly and makes his way upstairs. You move to follow him but Anne grabs your hand and leads you into the large kitchen that she is just so proud about.

“Everyone left this morning to go shopping..” She flushes and picks up her spoon to stir the chicken broth. “They said they’d be back in a few hours but for right now it’s just you and me, and Harry, of course.” She laughs.

You chuckle but it’s cut off when you let out a large yawn. You try to hide it behind the back of your hand. You hated this, the tiredness, you were always grumpy when you ran on less than six hours of sleep.

You were running on three and a half, if you include Harrys persistence to let you sleep in the car ride over to his child hood home. “Tired, Love?”

His voice made you jump and clamp your mouth shut/ Anne turned around for the split second to glance at us before turning back around to her chicken broth.

“M’ fine.” You utter back, he chuckles softly and wraps his arms around your waist. Pulling you flush into his chest and resting his head on your shoulder. You bite your lip to suppress another yawn, leaning back into his chest.

“Okay, sure whatever.”

The night went on like that, suppressing your yawns (and when you did let one slip it was always covered by the napkin or your hand) - And harry continued to give you pestering glares. Eyes soft and full of concern, as your eyes brimmed with tears, staining your eyes red as you swallowed another yawn. You shook your head with every glance because you were fine. And not tired. But perfectly fine and awake.

“Are you okay with that honey?” Anne says, your face fills with confusion before nodding unknowingly. Harry snorts, knowing that you were in fact in a daze of sleep and awake. (He also knew because he knows you so well. In fact, he would say he knew you inside and out.) Anne got up, taking her husbands hand in hers as they walked to the living area.

Harry stays until you find the energy to get up from the table. “What did I agree to?” Sleepiness slurring your voice.

“Love actually.” He smiled softly, walking around the table to pull you securely into his side. “It’s okay, you can sleep when it starts. Mum wouldn’t mind.”

You shake your hand. “No, m’ not going to do that. It would be rude.”

He leads your jelly legs, and fuzzy brain to the living area where Anne had already dimmed the lights and pressed play on the movie. Harry quickly took a seat on the love seat, and pulling you into his lap.

It was weird, being this close to him when others were around. You were only ever like this when you were alone and in the comfort of your own home. When you potentially cross the line of ‘best friend’ and ‘girlfriend’ most of the time. This would be one of those times. When he tucked your head into his shoulder, his hands resting on the small of your back and rubbing small circle into your shirt, before he lifted it up slightly to rub your bare skin.

It didn’t take much of his fingers soothing your muscles into relaxation and his warm breath petting along your hair - and his heart beat. Thrumming in a nice pattern that makes your eyes finally flutter close.

“She asleep?” Anne whispers. Harry moves some hair out of your face, and you force yourself not to smile. He hums - probably nodding his head .

Anne nods and bites back a large smile. “You love her?” It’s soft, and you can barely hear it over the movie. You feel Harry stiffen slightly from beneath you.

“Uh - well, -” Your heart beats louder and when he stops talking for a split second it’s the only thing you can here. Praying that he cant hear it too. “Yeah, I really do.”

You smile against his chest, and unfortunately he can feel it. His face flushes and his hands grip onto your hips more so.

“Oh, don’t be shy love..” Anne giggles and smiles wider. “I’m glad you finally found someone. ”

He nods, afraid to say anything else because you were awake. Awake for the whole (small) conversation where he openly admitted he loved you.

You smile and slightly shift your head up to his hear. “I love you too baby.”

I just remembered something sweet. The day after the LT workshop at Fairplay DC we had a day off. As my friends and I got to the main square of the city, I spotted Laurent having lunch with the organiser of the camp and her family. He was wearing the orange shorts and an oversized white tshirt, barely any jewelry, he looked so relaxed and beautiful. I sat at the terrace next to his and positioned myself in such a way that I have him and full view but I don’t look creepy checking him out lol. He was giving all his attention to the kids, it was so sweet. He then got up, the girls holding on to his hand and he carried the solowheel in the other. They stopped right in the middle of the square and he started teaching them how to get on it and holding their hands.

It was just adorable to watch him be so natural and carefree and sweet :)