me trying to sing out of nowhere


FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN’T SEEN THE BEAUTY THAT IS THE BOOTLEG, HERE ARE SOME CUTE MOMENTS also I don’t mention every song because some of them are still amazing songs but not any different on stage

Anybody Have a Map?: Evan tells this whole story before the song starts about how he had the perfect chance to talk to Zoe but he was worried his hands were sweaty so he tried to dry them under a bathroom hand dryer and now they were warm AND sweaty and it’s really funny and cute. Also, when you meet Connor and his dad and Zoe go “He’s probably high / he’s definatley high” Connor yells “FUCK YOU” and lays his head on the table and his mom says “Oh he isn’t high” and he just slowly looks up and theres a really awkward silence before she yells “I DON’T WANT YOU GOING TO SCHOOL HIGH, CONNOR”

Waving Through A Window: Before this song Connor shoves Evan down because Jared called Connor a freak and Evan laughed about it. That’s about it for this song, the rest was just as it was on the soundtrack. There is a part, though, when Connor signs his cast, where he asks how Evan broke his arm and when Evan tells him he fell out of a tree Connor laughs and says “Well that’s just about the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

For Forever: When he says “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, and I say, me too!” He points at nobody like he’s talking to Connor

Sincerely Me: When Connor says “I rub my nipples and start moaning in delight” he starts VICIOUSLY rubbing the front of his jacket and he throws his head back and keeps his mouth open the whole time Jared and Evan talk. And then before Evans part he’s freaking out and Jared is trying to calm him down and Evan goes “I’M NOT HYPERVENTALATINGDear Connor Murphy, yes I also miss our talks” and then later when Connor sings “Dear Evan Hansen, thanks for every note you send!” He’s play punching Evan and then Evan sings “Dear Connor Murphy, I’m just glad to be your friend!” But he’s anxiously trying not to touch Connor and is just squatting and looking so anxious

If I Could Tell Her: Evan doesn’t know what to do with his hands and he keeps trying to rub the sweat off on his pants and I relate

Sincerely Me, Reprise: THIS A SONG NOT ON THE SOUNDTRACK SO I’LL EXPLAIN it’s a song where Jared is trying to write more emails and he tries to make it look like he was also friends with Connor but Evan interrupts him like “Um, no no no” and is really rude to him about it but there’s lines like “You know that guy at school, Jared Kleinman? THAT TOTALLY COOL JARED KLEINMAN”

To Break In a Glove: Connors dad says “You’re dad must be proud of you” and Evan says “Yeah, he is” before saying “I don’t know why I said that, my dad left when I was seven, I’m not his priority.” And Connors dad looks so heartbroken for him

The other songs are really good and they do so well on stage (it’s broadway so duh) but they’re more intense than cute and they don’t have moments not in the soundtrack that much. Hey, message me for the link so you can see the moments I didn’t mention

Got7 Reaction to their gf crying while Skyping because she misses him

Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie


“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll be home soon, so there’s no need for those tears.”

Originally posted by justrightforjb


He would freeze and awkwardly try to comfort you, but wouldn’t exactly be sure how to do that.

Originally posted by crying-in-korean


He would start crying too, and then the call would go nowhere because neither of you could understand each other

Originally posted by kittenyeong


“Well, if you’re just gonna cry the whole time, I might as well hang up.”

*Lowkey because he knows he’ll cry too if he continues to watch you cry*

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp


He would start singing to calm you down, then when you had stopped crying, would assure you that he would be home soon, and that if you really couldn’t wait, he would try to fly you out to see him.

Originally posted by yjarssunshine


“Awww, I would miss me too.” He would crack as many jokes as possible to try to cheer you up.

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark


He would be like Jaebum at first, but once he started to comfort you, it would come out naturally. He would tell you how much he loves you and how he also missed you and couldn’t wait to be home.

Originally posted by chattyang

BTS reaction: you are a make up artist/stylist of Big Hit that looks cold, but actually is nice and kind hearted so they fall for you:

There is your request @leellajk 

I’m sorry, it didn’t went well, but hope you won’t be dissatisfied


You were Namjoon’s personal stylist who get him ready for a photoshoot. Ever since he tried to talk to you the conversation was cold and tence. He thought that you will never get along as your characters are too different, but his mind on you has changed. He was drinking a coffee on a break and spilled it accidentally on his shirt so you had to fix this.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I didn’t want to spoil everything”

“Hey, Namjoon listen. Everything is okay. I have been working in this industry for long time so you are not the first and not the least.”

You gave him a warm and calming smile. The idea “wow, she can be soft as well” appeared in his mind. Since that day he is your friend who has head over heels for you.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon


You were BTS’s new hair stylist who set Jin’s hair for a performance. You two were working in silence as Jin had heard that you are not so talkative. He just stared at you in the mirror thinking whether to begin conversation or not. But, you ended styling him and Jin had to go on stage. He decided to talk to you after the performance.

“Y/N….ehm. Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it.”

“You don’t like me, right?”

“Who told you that?”

“I mean, you are always so quiet when I’m around. So..”

“The matter is that it’s difficult for me to meet new people. I’m scared of what they would think about me”

“Aww, you are so awkward. I didn’t expect you to be so. Would you mind going out with me for a cup of tea and tell me some more about youself?”

Originally posted by nnochu


Here y/n would be not a stylist, but photographer. Hope, it’s nothing

Min Suga was about to realise a new hit of Agust D so he was doing a promo photoshoot. You were the best photographer of Seoul who worked with the best out of best such as CL, GD, Hyuna, EXO, WINNER and many others. There was no doubt that Suga’s photoshoot gonna be made by such a professional. When you started working, only thing you talked about was how Yoongi should pose or turn his face. He is the type who likes non-talkative ones, but not when it comes to the girl that he began to like.

“Are you always so silent?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard that. Are you always not talking much or is it just because of me.”

“I should not speak with you about stuff that doesn’t concern to work.  You manager gave me clear instructions on how to act.”

“Hm, such a good girl. Never break rules, yeah? Okay, let’s meet somewhere out of that “professional” shit and enjoy ourselves”

Originally posted by glitchyoongi


Hoseok’s hair stylist who he had been working with for 3 years had left the company so J-Hope wasn’t keen on the idea to start working with a new one, who doesn’t know anything about which hairstyles suites him and which don’t. He was sitting with dissatisfied facial impression when you came in. You thought it would be better not to talk to him in order not to make him feel more displeased. At the same time, Hope was regreting his behaviour as he thought that you are pretty cute and good-looking.

“Y/N, I’m sorry”

“For what?”

“I didn’t want to make you think that i’m a spoilt celebrity. I was just sad that my previous hairstylist had left. I know you felt bad since we didn’t talked much”

“Oh, thanks God. I felt like you hated me.”

“ No way. You are too cute to be hated”

He gave you a sincere smile and after that you knew you are going to make friends and Hoseok already had plans on you

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok


BTS were about to perform Blood, sweat & tears during their American Wings tour. You had to help Jimin to dress his costume and add some suitable accessories. That was your fisrt time working with BTS so you didn’t know what should you do. When you came to Jimin he asked you whether you was new to Big Hit.

“Hi, I’m Jimin. Nice to meet you. Are you new?”

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I just joined the company”

After that the dialogue didn’t take shape. Both of you were keeping silince. Jimin was only looking down on the floor and not in your eyes. You thought that he disliked you. After a concert Namjoon came to you.

“Y/N, you look upset. What happend?”

“Oh, I think Jimin isn’t happy that I’m here”

“He had asked me advice on how to get closer to you. Do you still think he isn’t happy that you are here.”

Originally posted by kookielife


When you began working for Big Hit, your boss told you to do make up for BTS. You were on cloud nine as they are your faves and became even happier when they told you to work with Taehyung. He was your main bias so you was extra excited. You were worried about saying something wrong so you decided not to talk a lot. 

“Y/N, how are you doing everything so perfect?”

“I have been learning for 5 years.”

“Wow, you should teach me how to be so diligent or something”

“Maybe one day I will”

“Do you feel uncomfotable around me?”

“I’m sorry,  I’m just worried about the first working day with you”

“So let’s meet somewhere and get to know each other better”

Originally posted by ta3taetae


It was your first working day. BTS were prepairing to sing their new comeback song on stage of M Countdown. You had to try hard and make Jungkook’s makeup look perfect. You were drawing his waterline when a question came out of nowhere.

“Y/N, you can refuse of working with me and choose another member. It would be ok with me”

“Why would I want to?”

“You are so cold to me, I must be annoying you”

“Jungkook, you are not annoying me. I’m just trying to make you look even more perfect”

“Y/N, you are the only perfect one in here”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

198cm-of-vetra-nyx  asked:

Here you go I will send you a proper ask: you should write their proposal *cough* (unless you're saving that for something else because in that case you should imagine them reading terrible poetry to each other or something) Basically I love your headcanons and they need to be fics :)

aaaa THANK U!!!!!! i’m gonna do their proposal cause…….. i’m gay

disclaimer: there is no way to save macen in canon. this is an au.

Avitus couldn’t take his eyes off Macen as he ate. He’d gotten stronger quickly, even in just the few short weeks since he’d woken up. His arms no longer quaked as he picked up his food, and the snaps of his jaws as he choked it down were just as powerful as ever. There was a light back in his eyes, a jovial tilt back to his mandibles.

This was the man Avitus had fallen in love with. The weak, rasping shell he’d been those first few days had broken his heart to see, and he’d sworn to himself right there Macen would never be so injured again. A former Spectre could ensure that much, surely.

Not only a former Spectre, whispered a niggling thought in the back of his brain. Any old Spectre can protect a civilian. But his mate should be the one to protect Macen Barro.

He swallowed. It had been bothering him since long before the Natanus had set off. The other Spectres had teased him for it. Saren, Nihlus, Ezekian, Vasir, Isalienus, they all knew. “Did you ask Barro yet?” had been Saren’s perennial greeting for him. But he simply couldn’t. Macen Barro was perfect. He deserved someone better than Avitus Rix.

But still, Macen had stayed, for fourteen long, blissful years. And when they’d been packing their things to travel to Andromeda, Avitus had made up his mind that he’d ask in Andromeda. A new beginning for them both.

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Operation: Xanadu (Jonathan Byers x reader)

Originally posted by therealspideyman

50shadesofwhut:  #10 w/ jonathan byers? 😊😊

Prompt #10 : “Why don’t they just kiss already?”

Word Count: 1,519

Extra: So you guessed it another story with music. I have a problem…honestly I’m trying to work on it!!! Here is the song Xanadu by Electric Light Orchestra

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emilynightshade89  asked:

Dirk Gently fluff AU where Dirk is out doing god knows what, and Todd is at home trying to take a shower, but the water is colder than hell so he decides, "fuck it, Dirk won't be home in a few hours." and sneaks into his flat to shower bc the water is warmer, and out of nowhere starts to sing "Take Me To Church" by Hozier. Completely unaware that Dirk gets home a few seconds after he starts singing, and just politely sits outside the bathroom door amazed bc he's never heard Todd sing before. :3

“You changed the words.”

With the pure adrenalin hit of a voice sounding where a voice had not been expected, three things happen, almost simultaneously; Todd’s life flashes before his eyes, his breath leaves his body and his towel leaves his waist.

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Doctor Nye,“ Clarabelle said.
The spider like being turned to them. "Zombies,” it said, mildly surprised. “And a blue haired girl.”
“My name is Clarabelle. I’m here looking for a job.”
“A job?”
“Yes. I have no medical or scientific training to speak of, and no inclination to learn, and I pick things up fairly slowly because of my short attention span.”
Nye blinked its yellow eyes. “But…?”
“But what?”
“I’m waiting for you to list your good qualities now.”
Clarabelle blinked back at it. “Those were my good qualities.”
“Clarabelle… Clarabelle… You worked as Kenspeckle Grouse’s assistant, did you not?”
“One of them. He fired all the others.”
“But not you?”
“He fired me on the second day, but I kept coming in. I had nowhere else to go.”
“And then you killed him.”
“A Remnant squirmed inside you, and you killed Kenspeckle Grouse.”
Nye grinned. “You’re hired. But I have to warn you, if you try to kill me, I will dissect you and sing along to your screams.”
“Can I have Mondays off?”
“You may.
—  Skulduggery Pleasant; Death Bringer.
This is for all the Nye fans and the Clarabelle fans. Bask in the wonderful weirdness.
just some 'how they met' AU's I want to see written one day

• ‘my dad invited me to go on a fishing trip with him and his buddies and I hate water and can’t swim but I don’t wanna crush my dad’s feelings and he said his friend’s son was coming too, so I’m kind of hoping he’s cool’ and 'I fell into the water and you were the only sober one who was able to save me’

• 'our class when on a 'survival skill learning’ camping trip and left a group of students out in the middle of nowhere and oh my god it’s three AM and I’m trying to sleep but you’re over here cursing at the wind for knocking your tent over again jUST SLEEP IN HERE WITH ME BRO’

• 'you were singing some dumb musical duet all by yourself and didn’t notice I was walking behind you until I started singing part 2 and you got embarrassed because you thought you were alone and you didn’t know anyone else liked that musical’

• 'we were waiting in line for the FerrisWheel and your friend decided last minuet he didn’t want to ride and backed out, so we got jammed into the same kart together AND THEN the ride got stuck while we were at the top, but you aren’t so bad to be around for two hours…lets go ride more shit together’

• 'I accidentally might’ve burst your eardrum from screaming so loud on the roller coaster, now I owe you ice cream and cotton candy…’

• 'your dumb cat keeps coming to the wrong house at 4 AM and meows for a long time because I won’t let it in, pLEASE KEEP IT LOCKED UP AT NIGHT, IM TIRED OF CALLING YOU EVERY MORNING TO COME GET IT.’

• 'your little brother said he fucked my mom on Xbox so I said I would find him and whoop his lil ass, and you took the mic and told me not to shit talk your brother and that if you ever caught me doing it again, you would find me and kick MY ass. And lo and behold your brother and I fought again five minuets later and then you really did find me and im scared as to how you got my address but w O W you’re hot AF’

• 'I lost my mom in the grocery store and I was looking for her and trying not to panic and I bumped into you who happened to be doing the same thing and pLEASE just help me find my mom im scared’ and then, a week later 'hey didn’t I see you at the store? We helped each other find our moms!’

• 'I was sitting on the slide at the park and you came over to confront me because the kid you were babysitting wants to use the slide but I’m saving this spot for the kid I’M babysitting, tough luck.’

• 'the cops showed up to a party we were at and chased everyone away. You and I happened to run in the opposite direction of all our friends and got lost in some dark and creepy street.’

• 'excuse you, that is MY goldfish, I saw it first! Go to a different petstore!’

• 'I fell off my skateboard after trying to do a cool trick to impress you, new friend, and you laughed for ten minutes before helping me out of the bowl and calling an ambulance because my legs aren’t suppose to bend like that’

• 'my frisbee is stuck in a tree and I climbed up here to get it out but I got stuck…and my phone fell out of my pocket. Can you get it and call my mom for me? Tell her I’m stuck in a tree!’

• 'I was jogging and you accidentally hit me with a baseball…wHo the hell plays baseball at 6 AM in the park by themselves!?’

SHINee Gif Reaction- You Follow Your Boyfriend On Tumblr

Thank You For Requesting! Love a bit of SHINee!~ Admin A


I think that Onew would not be very frequent on tumblr and visits his blog only once in a while. His blog would not have a lot of content, perhaps a few pictures of the places he has visited, some pictures of chicken and recipes with it and a few recordings of him singing song that has been in his head recently. 

He would think to himself ‘What does this mean?’ ‘Is she trying to tell me something?’ ‘Does this change our relationship?’. He’d be surprised as out of nowhere you had started to follow him. He didn’t even know you had tumblr so he wouldn’t really know what to do from there. I think he would not mention it as it wasn’t a massive deal but every time he went on his blog, he would be more aware about what he posts on it. He would find himself having a habit of re-blogging mushy, romantic song lyrics to impress you when it came up on your dash.


I think Jonghyun’s blog would contain a few pictures of him shirtless and he would re-blog anything really from art, landscapes, tattoo’s and song lyrics. 

He would notice the small notification that tells him ‘your blog name’ has followed him. He would think it was quite amusing that you are dating for a while and you have only just followed him on tumblr. He would be giggly and snoop your blog to see if you have said anything about him on it. He would definitely tell the other members about it, kind of bragging that you re-blog his shirtless pics. I see you eventually becoming a tumblr couple.


Key would get quite sassy with you, his diva side coming out. Not only did you not follow him until now but you have the courage to say that you “weren’t driven to follow him on a blog that literally just reviews skin care products and re-blogs Beyoncé pictures and performances”. He would probably end up not following you back and say that until you take it back, you were at ‘social networking war’. But this does not affect your real life relationship, it’s just on social network as a bit of fun. However, that don’t mean he won’t take it seriously.


Minho would end up dedicating his blog to sports by re-blogging pictures and clips of athletes and footballers. He would also post selca’s of you two on it quite a lot. There may also be a tutorial or two. 

If you followed him, he would not make a big deal of it. It would just pop up in one of your conversations like “By the way, since when did you have tumblr?” and that would be the end of it. Although, after you have followed him, he will add little messages on the selca’s he posts like ‘I love you’ or ‘Why do you have to be so cute?’ for you to see on your dash. I see you guys being a tumblr couple too because of all the selca’s you take together, people will think they are cute and like them.


Now I think our maknae would have a blog dedicated to dance and choreograph. He would be re-blogging pop songs that he likes to dance to, post some clips of a dance he has choreographed and you’ll see some stuff on their about Kai too. Some nice messages aimed at him and some pictures of them together.

He would think you following him is cute and he would admit that it surprised him at first seeing as it was out of the blue after you had been dating for a while without mentioning tumblr. But then after that he would end up always checking your blog and take notice of all the stuff you post and re-blog. He would end up finding some very old pictures of him in his bowl haircut days and a few nice pictures of you two together that someone else took. 

The significant life of a goldfish.

To most people, a goldfish doesn’t hold much value. They’re often first pets that last a week, a spur of the moment regret. They’re the bottom feeders of the food chain and aren’t worth the trouble with how filthy they are. My goldfish, Professor Swimmy, was definitely filthy. But he lived through my worst, and turned out to be the best thing that has happened to me.

I got him as a gift from my ex boyfriend during probably the most difficult time of my life, after the termination of my first pregnancy. I was a mother stricken with grief and sadness, craving to love and cherish a life that I would never get to meet. Full of guilt and remorse, I welcomed any new life, in any shape or form with open arms and a heavy heart.

Professor Swimmy got sick early on, turns out you need more than just a fish bowl and fish flakes to properly take care of a fish. I spent hours researching, and finally came to the conclusion that he had ammonia poisoning, jobless, and determined not to give up on this new life that had presented to me after I had lost the most precious one, I went to the store and risked stealing a 10gal. tank and spent my last $15 on ammonia tablets which I don’t regret because as soon as I dropped that tablet in, he bounced right back to life, it took weeks for him to heal, but he was saved, little did I know that he would be the one saving me.

As I curled up around the womb where my baby should have been growing, crying with no will to go on, no motivation, overwhelmed with guilt and loss, I would think about all the ways I would end my life, and the only other thought roaming around in my head was, “Who is going to take care of my fish after I’m gone” Because I had no one. I had no friends. I had no family. I pushed away my boyfriend, my fish was all I had and I had to remind myself that, I was all he had as well. I told myself daily that I adopted this fish, he is mine, he didn’t choose me as an owner, I chose him, I asked for him. I have to take care of him. And so over the course of the next year, that’s exactly what I did. He was what I woke up to every morning, and he was what I saw every night while I was weeping into my pillow.

It seemed like the more effort I put into him, the more time I spent hopelessly trying to train him, and singing to him so he would swim to the top of the tank to greet me, the happier I became and eventually life got better. I found a good job, I paid for a new car in full, I started going out with my friends, I even bought him a fish mate, Fishyslayer, to keep him company while I was out.

Then, about 6 months later, out of nowhere, he got sick again. This time it wasn’t ammonia. I’m still not even sure to this day, what it was. As soon as I realized that it wasn’t just a scratch and it was progressively getting worse, I made a late night run to the store to buy anything and everything that would help him.  I did a water change, I added in some medication to heal and soothe his wounds, I stayed up with him all night but it progressed so quick and so rapidly that there wasn’t much that would help him. I called my vet at 4am in tears but he said there was nothing he could do, that fish just get old and die and that Professor Swimmy was a fighter because with the state he was in, he should have been dead hours ago.

I called out of work that morning. Professor Swimmy calmed me through every breakdown, even though he was a goldfish and his life meant so little, his life meant everything to me, he gave me life. So it was only right I was there with him when his ended.

I didn’t know why he suddenly decided to die. I was sad again, my vet had no answers all he could say to me was “I’ve never seen someone value life so much” And afterwards I realized that, that was an answer in it’s own. My goldfish taught me a very important lesson, to value life no matter how big or small, that every life matters, every life can impact a person, or the world. Looking at the bigger picture, I think this was a lesson I had to learn because about a week later, after having been crying for days and feeling a bit off for awhile, I found out that there was a reason I was so hormonal and tired all the time… because I’m pregnant.

So, I say you to, Professor Swimmy, your life is significant. Thank you for dropping ammonia tablets in my tank. Your legacy and memory will live on. I treasured your life just as I will treasure this baby’s life. You filled a spot in my heart with bubbles and taught me how to love. So I thank you, my dear friend. And I hope wherever you are, you’re swimming in open seas, I hope you have all the fish flakes you can eat, and I hope you can still hear my voice every night as I sing lullabies to the baby fish swimming around in my womb.

Rest in Peace Professor Swimmy.
May 7, 2014 - July 31, 2015

Cake-drabble : Beard Destiny

Anon request: Can you please write a small dabble about calum complaining when luke kisses him now that he has a beard please!

I got this request & then 5soscake-bakery tagged me in another post about the beard so I had to write it.

“Luke don’t!” Calum whined, fingers pressed against Luke’s mouth to push the younger man away.

Blue eyes smirked at him. “What? Am I not allowed to kiss you anymore?”

“No.” Calum pouted, still feeling the uncomfortable burn of Luke’s six-day old stubble against his cheek. This jerk’s beard had come in particularly full this time around and Luke had been crowing about it for days, refusing to shave no matter how many times Calum hinted he wanted it gone.


Luke’s expression was entirely too amused for Calum’s liking, especially combined with how those large knuckles grazed over the delicate smoothness of his own cheek. He had the distinct impression this big blond bimbo knew exactly what he was doing. And he’d be damned before he played into Luke’s hand by becoming all flustered and nervous.

“Why would anyone want to kiss you, Lucas?” He countered, brows furrowed. “It’s like kissing a cactus!”

Luke’s mouth stretched into a wry smile as he nodded agreeably. “Can’t say I blame you. I’d rather kiss someone soft and sweet myself.” Appreciative blue eyes followed his thumb as he traced it over the curve of Calum’s defiant pout.

Ordinarily, Calum might’ve blushed and tried to look away, as he often did when Luke flirted with him. But right now, he bristled. So what if he couldn’t grow a full-beard like goddamn Luke Hemmings? Or even grow a few hairs… That didn’t make him ‘soft’ or ‘sweet’!

Bringing two hands up to Luke’s chest, he shoved hard, and gloated as he managed to send the big jerk careening into the opposite wall. Hah! He’d like to see Luke try to call him ‘soft’ now!

“You’re not kissing me, cactus-boy,” he sing-songed, sauntering off towards the kitchen.


Calum absentmindedly headed back towards his bedroom, too caught up scrolling through some porn-star’s breast pictures to notice when an arm materialized out of nowhere, wrapped itself around his waist, and pulled him tight against that all-too-familiar, hard chest.

“Luca-,” he started to whine, then stopped as he raised his face up and got a clear view of Luke’s clean face. This jerk had shaved?! But he’d been so proud of his beard…

Luke smile was teasing. “So… am I allowed to kiss you now?” He asked flirtatiously, lifting one of Calum’s hand to his own cheek.

Calum trailed blunt fingers over the smooth skin, feeling tiny knicks and grooves the razor had left behind. He bit into his bottom lip and stared up at the younger man through dark lashes.

“Yeah, okay.” He answered softly, then smirked at Luke. “But only until your 5 o’clock shadow comes in. So you better make it fast, cactus-boy.”

Luke didn’t waste anymore time.

bubbly-moonwarrior  asked:

Hey! I know i keep sending endless prompts (sorry) but suddenly i NEED an OQ + Classic Music AU with lots of angst, impossible love and a bit of hope, like a sad beautiful sonata with a soft ending. Could u do it, please?? Waiting is not a problem.

Coming Home

He stood stock still, looking up at the modest brownstone, ignoring the hustle and bustle of London as his fist clenched around the handle of the object that had brought him here. How odd that she lived so very close to him, he observed, a fact which somehow made him want to know her all the more, to hear her story, to make certain she was not only surviving but living in the aftermath of the war.

He’d seen far too many whose eyes were still hollow, whose souls still hid in the deepest recesses of what humanity had been left to them after years of systematic dehumanization. Their faces kept him up at night, played out across his subconscious when sleep finally claimed him, spurred him on in his quest to right at least some of the wrongs dealt them simply because they were born a Jew.

He could only hope she had fared better.

His feet pressed him forward, his fist turning the doorknob to reveal a rather dimly lit foyer with a staircase to the right. He knew she lived in Flat #3, and as he spied but two doors on the ground floor, he assumed that she must live upstairs. So up he went, spotting #3 on his left as soon as he reached the landing, raising his fist to knock, adjusting his Stetson with one hand, holding his precious cargo with the other.

He paused as the plaintively majestic melody of Mendelssohn’s Violin Concerto in E Minor floated through the walls, smiling at the knowledge that the Jewish composer’s music could be freely performed not only in England but also in his homeland yet again. His stomach clenched, memories of Nazi atrocities at Bergen-Belsen too vividly tattooed into his memory to ever forget. Of course, things such as that should never be forgotten, not by the victims, the perpetrators, the survivors or the liberators. He’d been the latter, a fate he both blessed and cursed God for granting him as the place and it’s victims had forever branded his soul.

But the woman inside Flat #3–she was a survivor.

Regina Muller, Austrian Citizen, daughter of a Jewish banker, gifted cellist reduced to a number on a list who’d somehow managed to live.

He knocked, swallowing hard as the radio was silenced, clutching the handle in his fist as footfalls approached where he stood. He inhaled sharply as she opened the door, her petite form tugging on his heart, her dark eyes stealing his breath just as surely as they captured his soul She was beautiful, this Fraulein Muller, graced with features that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.

She wore long sleeves, as did every survivor he’d met, even though it was warm enough to open the windows and enjoy the air of late spring.

“May I help you?”  

Her English was perfect, her inflection far more proper than his own.

“Regina Muller?” he questioned, watching her nod in response. “My name is Robin Locksley, and I believe I have recovered something that rightfully belongs to you.”

He extended the cello towards her, hearing her gasp as trembling hands reached towards the battered case. It was a genuine Stradivarius he’d carried with him from Berlin, one whose journey he’d spent time researching until he traced it’s last rightful owner to the flat in front of which he now stood.

She stroked it with reverence, tears filling her eyes before spilling over her cheeks as she knelt down on one knee, tracing the curves as if they were holy, whispering something in German under her breath.

“It was my opa’s,” she breathed, looking up at him. “My grandfather’s. He was…” A sob choked her words as she stood and wiped her cheek.

“A renown cellist,” he stated, smiling as she stared back at him in surprise. “I know. I’ve done extensive research to ensure that this work of art was returned to it’s rightful family.”  

She breathed in and out, her chin trembling as she wordlessly invited him inside. He smiled, his heart expanding as he toted the cello into her flat.

“Can I…can I get you something to drink?” she asked, but he shook his head, reaching out to steady her hands before he could second guess his decision.

“No,” he replied. “I’m not thirsty. But there is something you could do for me, if you would be so kind.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion mingling with gratitude.

“What do you want, Mr. Locksley?”

Her fear was warranted after what she’d survived, and he smiled to reassure her, gesturing to the instrument he still held as he extended it in her direction.

“Would you play it for me?”

She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening, her jaw falling open.

“I know that you’re also a cellist of renown,” he continued. “One whose career was halted in its beginnings. This cello has been in my keeping for months, but I’m not a musician, Miss Muller. I’m just a former soldier trying to right what little I can in this world.”

He paused to clear his throat, unexpected emotion hitting him out of nowhere.

“If you would play it for me, give it a voice, allow it to sing once more now that it’s been freed from imprisonment, it…it would mean everything to me.”

A hot tear trickled down the side of his face, and she reached out to touch it, wiping it away with her thumb and pressing it to her heart. He inhaled, feeling something pass between them as she accepted the cello from his keeping. She nodded then, opening the case, whispering words of reverence as she touched the instrument and breathed in the mingled scents of wood and disuse.

She carried it to a chair where she sat and placed it between her legs, stroking the neck, touching the strings, tuning it before tightening and resining the bow.

Her fingers began to dance as her bow cast a spell, and the notes of Bach’s Cello Suite #2 in D Minor began to swell from the instrument, taking on a life of their own that enchanted and haunted him in a manner he’d never before experienced. She looked ethereal, not of this world as she and the instrument became one, and he knew somehow that the music was healing parts of her sealed off until this moment, parts she’d locked away no human had been allowed to touch.

The beauty of it was that it was healing him, as well.

He sat on her small sofa, closing his eyes, opening his heart, feeling what it means to come home again, even if that home bore no resemblance to what it had before the world had turned upside down. The music of generations before them crossed over the bridges of time, and he knew her opa was here with her, that she felt his guidance as each note was voiced, as every rhythm was played. And as Bach morphed into Mozart and Rachmaninoff, a bond was formed between them, one that would grow over time into a life built from the ashes, a family born out of grieving, a love that would sustain them both until old age claimed them and the cello was passed down to yet another generation who would ensure that it continued to sing their song.

Idk. Just more of the Newest Directions being a weird, silly little family.


           Jane loved both of her boys equally,but differently.

           With Roderick, it was easy. He was the friend she’d grown up with- figuratively, at least, if unfortunately not literally. Roderick was the shoulder to lean on, her favourite pillow, a steady, comforting presence that was always just there. Roderick was phone calls at weird hours of the night about performance jitters and math homework and the meaning of the universe and “What if turkeys know when Thanksgiving’s coming?”

           Mason was different. Mason was shy smiles and brushing hands accidentally and those stupid butterflies in the base of her stomach. Mason was glancing at each other from opposite sides of the choir room- she had learned never to look at him when she was singing, because sometimes he’d have this awestruck look on his face that had once thrown her off her game so much that Kitty had sent her outside to calm down.

           Ultimately, she wholeheartedly considered both of them her soulmates, and she couldn’t remember what she had done before she met them and she didn’t know what she would do next year when Roderick graduated. Both of them had become part of what she associated with the word home, as surely as Kitty and Madison had become what her mind flashed to when she heard the word sister, as much as the word happiness had always led her to an image of spotlights in her eyes and her favourite song on her lips, but was also starting to share its space with the regular booth at Breadstix and Mason’s warmth pressed against her side.

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Hey I’ve got a request?? Could you do like a song fic (or whatever it’s called) with Bucky using the song Battlefield- Svrcina, where the reader is new to the avengers and keeps to herself because she went through a lot of stuff, kind of like Bucky did and one day he hears her singing this song and they talk and become really close with each other?? Sorry it’s not really detailed, you can just do whatever sounds good. Thank you! - anon

“Guys, this is Y/N, she’s going to be joining the team,” Steve announced to the other avengers who were gathered around the living room. You weren’t usually one to be intimidated, you had been trained as an assassin for almost your whole life, but in front of the avengers you felt small. It was no secret how much bad you had done, been forced to do, the avengers were good people and you didn’t feel worthy enough to call yourself one.

They all greeted you warmly, Tony came up to you. “So, you’re Y/N? Steve’s been trying to recruit you for months, don’t worry I already sorted accommodation. Well, sort of, you’ll be staying with Bucky until your floor is fully furbished.”

You nodded a little, you had heard about Bucky before. The Winter Soldier. He had been brainwashed and forced by hydra to be an assassin, you could relate except you hadn’t been brainwashed. You had done it all on your own.

From that day one you kept pretty much to yourself. Even though you shared a floor with Bucky you spent most of that time in your own room. You couldn’t face the others when you knew that they would judge you if they knew about everything you had done, actively working against them in the past even if they didn’t know it.

You hadn’t worked for hydra, it had been another organisation very similar that most people hadn’t heard of. They had raised you since you were a kid to be their ultimate assassin, after many years you realised how evil they were and went rogue. Then you ran into Steve Rogers, you had evaded him for months but he had been persistent.

Now you were here and you only came out of your room on missions, sometimes when you couldn’t sleep you would venture out to watch tv. More often than not Bucky would be there but you didn’t mind him that much, the two of you could sit in silence for hours and it would be comfortable. You knew that Bucky wasn’t going to judge you for your past.

Bucky had kept a close eye on you since you had joined the avengers, you rarely left your room and when you did you were always very tense around the others. You reminded him of himself when he had first joined, paranoid that everyone was going to hate you for what you had done.

When you had joined he had read your file, then hacked a database for an even closer look at your past. He had to be careful. He had found out about your past as an assassin and all the mission files of yours he could find, he was impressed by your skill set but was worried that you could be tricking your way into the team. When he saw you for the first time though he knew that wasn’t the case, you kept too much to yourself and in your room to be gathering intelligence or taking them down.

He felt comfortable around you, even if you and him didn’t talk much he felt safe when he was with you. He let his guard down around you, he hoped that you would eventually do the same for him.

You had decided after a few months that it was time to start leaving your room and start venturing around the tower more. Slowly. You started out small, you woke up first in the tower then went out to make breakfast. Every so often one of the other might wake up early and catch you as you were leaving but not that often. It was good.

Today you had woken up pretty early and decided that you would make breakfast for everyone. They wouldn’t be up for a while though so you started to sing quietly to yourself as you prepped the food, “No time for rest. No pillow for my head. Nowhere to run from this. No way to forget.”

You started mixing up a batter for pancakes, singing a little louder, “Around the shadows creep, Like friends they cover me. Just wanna lay me down, and finally try to get some sleep,” you didn’t notice Bucky come into the kitchen and lean against the doorway.

“ We carry on through the storm, tired soldiers in this war. Remember what we’re fighting for,” you moved elegantly around the kitchen as you grabbed ingredients out of cupboards and set out plates, “Meet me on the battlefield, Even on the darkest night I will be your sword and shield. Your camouflage and you will be mine.”

Your voice echoed nicely off the walls of the kitchen as you cooked, “Echoes and the shots ring out. We may be the first to fall. Everything could stay the same, or we could change it all.”

Bucky watched you from the doorway mesmerised, this was the most at ease he had seen you since he met you. “Meet me on the battlefield. We’re standing face to face with our unhuman race. We commit the sins again and our sons and daughters pay,” you continued to sing, putting all your emotions into the song. “Our tainted history, it’s playing on repeat. But we could change it if we stand up strong and take the lead,” you let your voice become softer, “When I was younger I was named. A generation unafraid. For years to come, Be brave.”

“You’re a really good singer,” Bucky said.

You screamed, startled, whipping round to face him. “Bucky?” you breathed, placing your hand over your chest to calm your beating heart.

“Sorry,” Bucky gave you a small smile, “I couldn’t help but hear you and um.. You’re really good.”

You blushed and ducked your head, “Thank you,” you whispered, “Breakfast,” you offered quietly.

Bucky nodded and sat down at the bar, you pushed a plate of pancakes in front of him and sat down opposite him with your own plate. “Where did you learn that song?” Bucky asked awkwardly after a moment of silence.

“I heard it a couple of years ago, it kind of related to who I was back then and it stuck,” you explained with a short shrug of your shoulders.

Bucky nodded, eating his pancakes, “You know this is the most you’ve talked to me since you got here.”

You blushed and nodded, “Yeah, about that..”

“It’s okay,” Bucky interrupted you, “I didn’t talk when I got here. It’s cause you think the other good guys are going to look down on you, right?” he asked and you nodded.

“It’s fine if you think that but you’re going to learn that they don’t. They’ve done some crap themselves but I suggest you start talking to them one by one instead of all together. Sam’s a good place to start, he’s basically a therapist and you don’t even realise it,” he advised.

You nodded, “Thanks Bucky,” you smiled, “You’re right, I am scared that they’ll judge me. I’m usually really confident but it’s just…these guys seem so good and I’m so…not,” you sighed.

“Believe me, they aren’t all that good. Natasha was raised as an assassin like you, Wanda worked for hydra, I worked for hydra, Steve and Tony went head to head and got up to a whole load of shit that didn’t actually end up helping anybody. Sam’s actually a good guy and I’m not sure about Clint’s past, but he lives on a farm,” he said as if that explained everything.

You chuckled, “i guess you’re right,” you admitted. Bucky smiled brightly at you and you blushed, going back to eating your food.

After that point you and Bucky became close friends and one wouldn’t be seen without the other. The others wondered why you were suddenly socialising but didn’t ask about it. You had grown close to Bucky, he was your best friend. He pushed you to start talking to the other avengers, you started with Sam. You would get up early and make breakfast for when he got back from his morning run.

Bucky was right, Sam was like a therapist and you didn’t even realise. He had an air about him that just made you open up to him, he was someone that you trusted. Then it was Wanda, she was quiet like you and you became fast friends. Steve was a little too patriotic and do-good for you to become the closest of friends but you were able to let your guard down around him and talk about whatever was bothering you.

You were glad Bucky had pushed you to socialise with the team more, you now knew that they didn’t care about you past just your present. Whilst you had become friends with the other avengers Bucky was still your best friend in the whole world and you knew you owed him everything.


A/N- Hope you like it!! Let me know what you think, requests are open xx


Short scenario about your restless self sleeping with Jackson in bed

Words: 688 words

Exhaustion. Worn out. Restless. Every single description that had to relate with being absolutely fatigue was what you were feeling right now. You thought that “hey maybe once I get back home in my bed with my man, I wont feel as bad anymore” but man you were wrong.

You were at home, you were laying on your bed, in the arms of your man, but as tired as you have felt before you could not get any wink of sleep. Twisting, turning, rolling around the bed, begging to yourself to find a comfortable position. 

In the midst of your struggles, when you were facing to the opposite direction - the left - you felt a small dip at the sides. Suddenly one strong arm erupted from the bottom of your left ear and extended towards your shoulder caps, engulfing your entire collarbone and pulling you inwards. Another arm, this time, from the top of your body, enveloped your waistline making sure you don’t have the ability to move anymore.

“For someone who says they’re tired, you sure are moving a lot” His voice was thick and groggy. He laughed; a little, deep, husky, small laugh. Almost like a snicker at midnight. 

“Sorry” You didn’t say much. You knew you woke him up, you knew you disturbed him, but you were too tired to even develop a proper greeting. 

Both of you laid there for awhile, not moving, not talking. Just lying still. All you could feel were the movements of his chest touching your back and his heavy breathing tickling your neck. You were comfortable, but not so much so you could sleep. Again you started to move, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. Just as you were about to face him, he beats you to it and flips you around instead. 

You faced each other. His arm that left a mark on your collarbone now lays in a new destination, your back at the bottom of your neck. You could feel his muscles tense, as though he did not want to let go of you. Now that he has easy access, he pressed his lips onto your forehead gently. “Come on baby girl, you need to get some rest”

You shifted closer onto his arms that confined your body ever so tightly and laid your head to rest onto his chest.

“I cant”

You sighed, you fluttered your eyes closed, forcing yourself to succumb to slumber. But no matter how hard you try and how long you waited, there was no will inside of you to sleep. Being with him made it easier, but you were still - against your will - awake.

Soothingly, he slowly and gently laid his hand on top of your head. Raking his hand to the ends of your hair, twirling and playing with it. Lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. “I know baby, but its late and I know you’re tired and I hate seeing you like this”

You stood still. You knew you couldnt sleep. But you thought if you couldn’t you should not bring him down with you. So you tried your best to not disturb him anymore, hoping he’ll relax and fall asleep once more. 

“Just relax babe” His hand that rested on your hip now skimmed along your back. Drawing abstract patterns and tapping along. As he does this, he softly hums, you didn’t know to what tune, but it was soothing. Him mildly rubbing your hair, soothing you by massaging your back and to have him sing a melodious tune for you to sleep; you knew that soon enough you would have your rest.

Before you dozed off, you lifted your chin up and pecked him ever so lightly onto his cheeks. “Thank you so much.”

He tugged her closer to him. “Anything babe, now get some rest.”

You were slipping in and out of reality, Dreaming yet seeing. The struggle to sleep seems to still be apparent on your face yet out of nowhere, he dipped down to kiss your forehead again. “Just try babe, for me”

and so you did.

I had this idea very very late and so this is something I wrote very very late night. If there is any grammatical errors I’m so sorry. I will do all proof readings again tomorrow. Goodnight!


I’m the one with the yellow sunglasses on my head.

OK so my story starts on Sept. 30 when I woke to like almost 100 messages from people in the group chat I’m in for Big Bang. Since I live in Vegas people were telling me to hurry and get to the Mccarren Airport by 4:30pm so i could greet Big Bang. 

Me and two of my other friends make it there by like 3pm not that may people had showed up by then. So 4:30 comes around and people started arrived from off the plane. (Most of the guys getting off the plane including the pilot were really good looking I had to say hi) 

Taeyang was the first to come out and he wasn’t really looking at anyone until me and my two friends started yelling out Youngbae. He looked up at us and waved. i could tell he was smiling even though his mouth was covered up. T.O.P totally ignored us lol. And GD did too. But for some strange reason it was nice watching him walk away haha (He has some swag in his walk) And then Seungri. We were calling his name as he walked by us and gave us a sexy smirk. He loved the attention. Sadly Daesung my bias wasnt there.

VIDEO from BIG BANG from the airport :

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GD at the airport:

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OK this is the last video from BIGBANG in vegas at the airport:

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Oct 2nd Soundcheck

So i just had GA tickets with soundcheck and i was waiting in line since 7am. I’m met some really awesome VIPS while waiting in line tho. One of the girls I met sung for Kai on After School Club.

They let us in to the soundcheck around 4:30ish and i was basically in front of the second stage. So the music starts and out of nowhere Taeyang is like in front of us doing the Dougie. And then Daesung is in front of us pointing at the crowd and his finger stops on me. We make eye contact and he smiled. NO LIE. I felt like the only girl in the room at that moment. My bias noticed me.


Before the show they were playing BIGBANG music videos and everyone was singing along (well trying to sing along).

And then the show started. It was crazy everyone was jumping and singing. I think BB was really shocked that so many people were there and was singing along with them. And everyone was so good looking even the dancers. One of the Kwon twins stood in front of us. He bowed and then did a hip roll and was biting his bottom lip while looking at us. YEA….. 

The show was amazing probably the best show i have ever been to. And like i said before everyone i met was super nice and cool.

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Yamaguchi in Tsukishima's house trying to tell him about the big crush he has. But Tsukishima it's so distracted by his own music that before he can say nothing, he starts singing "Oh No!" out of nowhere in the part that says "Don't need a relationship" and his voice instead of singing sounds like talking, so Yamaguchi almost dies because of "OMG HOW DOES HE KNOW DID HE JUST REJECTED ME WHAT DO I DO" until he realizes that Tsukishima was just singing and he panicked for nothing. (So many things)

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One Direction Preference : Surprise During A Concert

Zayn: “When will the first One Direction baby be born?” A fan’s twitter question appeared on the screen and all of the guys looked at each other before laughing. “If only you guys knew.” Liam said and turned towards Zayn who turned around and headed the other way away from the guys. “We think Zayn may actually have an answer to this question.” They taunted and Zayn finally turned around at the front of the stage and looked out at the crowd. “They’re not going to let up on this subject so i might as well just let you all in on it. (YN) and i, have actually just, well, i’ll wait for her to just say it.” He says and the fans all groaned, making him smirk. “Oh she’s here and i’m bringing her out, relax!” he says and came back to get you and you came back out with him, wearing an old hoodie of his. “What’s with the hoodie?” Louis asked with a wink and you shake your head at him as Zayn spoke. “(YN), go ahead.” When he said that, you took off the hoodie and the crowd roared and Zayn held you closely. “So an answer to that question, the first One Direction baby will be born in five months!”

Louis: It was the last show of the tour and everyone was doing last day of tour surprises and this time Louis was going last. After Harry brought up a fan and gave her a rose, Zayn gave away a drawing to a lucky fan, Niall did a stage dive and Liam made his way into the crowd and sang with a group of fans, Louis knew he had something that would top it all. “And we’re up to you.” Niall says as he puts an arm around him. “What do you have for us.” Louis nodded. “I’m sorry my surprise doesn’t involve me going into the crowd or bringing someone up here, i apologize. My surprise is something that i wanted to do here and now, she deserves it. (YN)?” He asked and with the help of Paul you were on the stage and Louis replaced Paul by taking your hand. “Do you know why you’re here?” He asked and you looked around at the other guys for an answer and when they had none, you shook your head and he smirked. “Good.” He then knelt down and pulled out a ring. “Will you marry me?”

Harry: “Okay Liam had a surprise earlier in the show, but now it’s my turn.” He announced to the crowd and they all screamed. “I think my surprise may just be a little bigger then his, no offense Liam.” Liam waved off his apology and Harry smirked. “Okay, it’s only been a little while, but i really want you guys to have the surprise a little earlier then i planned, so um, here it goes.” He turned towards the back of the stage where they came on at and you appeared, holding a little something in your arms and when the fans noticed what was in your arms, they screamed out, so much louder than you were expecting. Reaching Harry you passed over the bundle in your arms and he held on tightly, turning towards the crowd. “Ladies and gentleman, i introduce to you, my daughter. Chloe Garnet Styles!”

Niall: “We want (YN)!” Niall read on a sign in the crowd and shook his head. “Sorry, she’s back home. She wanted to come on our road trip with us but her schooling had other ideas, she does send her love though.” He answered and the fans just shook their heads. Niall was headed back to the center of the stage when another sign caught his eye. “Look close and you’ll be more surprised?” Niall was confused. “What does that sign mean, and can i see your face, the sign’s high up.” The sign fell and you stood there in the middle of the crowd and Niall nearly jumped off the stage right then and there. “You’re here!” He said excitedly and a security guard came over and helped lift you over the fence and put you on the stage. Niall took you into his arms right away. “How?” You smirk. “I’m done with school Niall, thought you’d pick up on that.” He laughed. “Yeah, i should’ve, but, i’m just glad you’re here.”

Liam: The boys were just about to perform Rock Me, when a special noise could be heard. The boys all turned and Liam had a small smirk on his face, trying to hide it so the fans couldn’t see. “What could possibly be going on here?” Out of nowhere, five figures in black clothes walked onto the stage just in front of the boys and knelt down. Music got louder, the figures stood up, turning around, the hood came off of one and you appeared, singing the song that your girl group just released, the song had quickly become a popular mashup with the boys’ Rock Me song. The rest of your band mates revealed themselves and the boys went on singing their song. When it finished, each of you had an arm around one of the boys, you had Liam of course and you grinned at him, he grinned back. “Told you guys we’d have an awesome surprise for you tonight!”