#i want it all even unreleased tracks immediately

[chenfleur]

love blossoms in new soil — an enhypen series

SUMMARY. It's official: Deluna Academy, an all-girls school in Lumiose, is to merge with Crescelis Academy, the community's all-boys one. With a combined student body, who knows what sorts of people can be met with what sorts of stories to tell? In the walls of the newly-formed Decelis Academy, love plants its seed and blossoms.

FEATURING. enhypen's lee heeseung, park sunghoon, yang jungwon, and nishimura riki

GENRE. (vary by part) fluff, angst, suggestive, private school au, boarding school au

WARNINGS. (vary by part) profanity

AUTHOR'S NOTE. summaries (& also like. everything else lol) are all subject to change because i cannot write them to save my damn life 😭😭😭

DISCLAIMER. all stories are set in the same universe! - they can be read as standalones; however, they are strongly interlinked and contain references (especially heeseung and sunghoon's installments!) i highly recommend reading them all to get a deeper understanding of the characters and timeline. they are listed in the recommended order. - please note that heeseung, sunghoon, and jungwon's installments occur at the same time, while niki's takes place one year later.

— a letter from the decelis academy admin team. (details abt the world)

since we saw the sun rise — lee heeseung

PAIRING. track athlete!heeseung x y/n

GENRE. angst, fluff, suggestive, brother's best friend au, older brother!sunghoon, one year age gap, private school au, boarding school au [more tbd]

WARNINGS. profanity [more tbd]

WORD COUNT. tbd.

SUMMARY. Having to now see you, his best friend's little sister, all the time makes Heeseung realize he's fucked. The loyalty he has for your brother wills him not to indulge; but when he finds himself spending time with you, he can feel himself surrendering—and it's no different for you. The last thing you want is for Sunghoon to lose his best friend—even if it means you have to suffer.

STATUS. unreleased

cat & mouse — park sunghoon

PAIRING. sunghoon x y/n

GENRE. angst, fluff, suggestive, (mostly one-sided) enemies to lovers, private school au, boarding school au [more tbd]

WARNING. profanity, sunghoon is an infuriating character, he is the cause of the mc's emotional despair [more tbd]

WORD COUNT. tbd.

SUMMARY. An 'overlook in logistics' has stripped Sunghoon of late nights with his friends, and now he's forced to dorm with you. He finds you utterly irritating, and is convinced he hates you. But why does hate feel like a wildfire in his chest? Why does hate feel like longing? Sunghoon doesn't know how to handle his emotions, and it leaves you trapped in his cat-and-mouse game.

STATUS. unreleased

in time, the mist clears — yang jungwon

PAIRING. student council member!jungwon x y/n

GENRE. fluff, angst, forbidden romance(?), private school au, boarding school au

WARNINGS. profanity, mc has a bad relationship with her mom

WORD COUNT. tbd.

SUMMARY. The news of the merge leaves you absolutely mortified. Your mother had sent you to Deluna to ensure you had no distractions, and you know if she were to catch wind of the news, you'd be gone from school immediately. Your days are spent wondering when you'd have to leave—but when Jungwon enters your life, you finally drift to calmer waters.

STATUS. unreleased

flare — nishimura riki

PAIRING. riki x y/n

GENRE. fluff, angst, private school au, boarding school au [more tbd]

WARNINGS. profanity [more tbd]

WORD COUNT. tbd.

SUMMARY. Sending his friends off to university doesn't hit Riki that hard until he realizes how lost he is in life; without a support system, doubts wreak havoc in his mind. Meeting you is like seeing a lighthouse in the fog. He finds solace in you, and along the way, he slowly finds the fulfillment he's been missing.

STATUS. unreleased

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen drabbles #heeseung #sunghoon #jungwon #niki #lee heeseung #park sunghoon #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #heeseung x reader #sunghoon x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen series

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Anonymous: Jack with his daughter; maybe she's 3-4, sick and just wants daddy to cuddle. she's so inconsolable momma has to drive her to the studio or wherever he is, even tho she loves momma cuddles too. and if he can't leave he ends up holding her thru the industry meeting/dinner, even the studio..

My first Dad!Jack fic!!

Brooklyn was still in your belly the first time Jack played her one of his songs. He would save all of his unreleased tracks just for her, holding his headphones up to your belly, waiting for a kick from her to indicate whether he should go with it or not. Even before she was born, she was a producer in the making. When she was old enough to hold her head up, Jack took her everywhere with him. She was a regular in the studio, Jack bouncing her in the carrier while he was in the recording booth, or Urban playing peek-a-boo with her while Jack was in a meeting. They were attached at the hip, and you loved every moment of it. Seeing Jack be the father he had always wanted to be was one of the greatest joys of your life.

Brooklyn had woken up one morning with a fever and stuffy nose, and whenever she was sick, all she wanted was to be held and cuddled by Jack. This particular morning, he had to go to the studio to finish up his album, and Brooklyn was in a terrible mood when she realized he wasn’t here to spend the day with her. You had tried everything, a warm bath to help get her fever down, snuggles on the couch while you watched Ms. Rachel, but nothing seemed to do the trick. “Mama, I want Daddy.” She wined to you as you stroked her hair. “I know baby, Daddy will be back soon.” You reassurance wasn’t enough, and the combination of being sick and missing her dad was too much. She immediately started crying, her nose running, and her cheeks turning red. “Brooklyn, baby, it’s okay. Shhhh.” You pulled her into your lap as she leaned into you and repeatedly asked for Jack. Her cries were breaking your heart, but you knew Jack needed this time to focus on his album.

You had been rocking her for about 10 minutes to no avail when your phone rang. “Hey, baby. How is Brooklyn?” he asked. You could barely hear him over the loud music in the background. “Hey, I can’t really hear you. Where are you?” You heard a door close on the other end of the line. “Sorry, Angel was playing me some new beats. I’m not happy with the last three songs so we’re starting over.” He stopped talking when he heard Brooklyn crying in the background. “What’s wrong with my girl?” You sighed, realizing you weren’t going to be able to hide it anymore. You were at your wits end. “She has been inconsolable Jack, just asking for you. I didn’t want to say anything because I know you’re working right now. Don’t worry I’ve got it.” You held your breath, knowing what he was going to say next. “Bring her to the studio, please.” You looked down at Brooklyn in your arms, her eyes finally starting to flutter close. “It’s okay, she sleeping.” As if she heard you, her eyes immediately shot open and her crying continued, this time even louder. “Y/N, it’s okay. Can you bring her by please?” You started to speak, but stopped yourself, knowing there was no use in arguing with him. No matter how busy he was, Jack always put his family first, and everyone he worked with was just going to have to deal with it.

Jack met you at the door when you arrived at the studio downtown. He grabbed the diaper bag from you, and picked Brooklyn out of her car seat, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Brooklyn!” Urban cheered when he saw Jack walk through the door with her in his arms. “Dude, she’s sleeping.” Jack swung around so Urban could see that her eyes were shut. “Sorry. Brooklyn!” he whispered, making you giggle. “Where are those headphones I bought for her?” Jack looked around the control panel, finding the earphones that would help protect her tiny ears. He gently placed them on her ears, before sitting down. He adjusted her in his lap, wiping the tears that were continuing to fall down her face, even in her sleep. “Can you run the track back again, there was something there I didn’t like.”

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackharlow #jack harlow concepts #jackman harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine

[miniimapp]

Random 4*TOWN Headcanons

Gen ;; Fluff + Crack - Headcanons

Warnings ;; nah

Proofread + Edited ;; no

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 8 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !!

Am tired and this is p low effort and last minute, sorry, better stuff will be coming today is just not my day lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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Tae Young, Jesse and Robaire were classically trained instrumentalists when they were kids. Tae Young was violin, Jesse was flute and Robaire was piano. T plays ukulele don't ask me why he just does and also the kalimba. Z can play the harmonica. Jesse also plays the guitar

Z learnt the harmonica from his grandad - they had a really close relationship before he died.

Jesse cycled through a lot of different instruments trying to find the one for him (clarinet, trumpet, drums, piano, violin, double bass) before landing on flute and then later on guitar as well

There are some really odd demo tracks and some completely unreleased songs that just go ham with any instrument that they felt like throwing in

They're utter chaos

Truly just a wall of noise at some points

Fun noise,, but still noise

I feel like they have a theatre thing,, all of them

Just like random improv games or,,

Suddenly acting out a famous scene in a very melodramatic way or,,

Randomly bursting out in songs from musicals and somehow knowing the full choreography for them..

Jesse is the one who starts their musical outburst 8 times out of 10

Sometimes though he'll start singing and the others will start to join in,, realise they have ko fucking clue what he's singing and then just listen to him solo like the king he is

T will 100% just start garbling rubbish if he doesn't know the words,, improv king over here

Seriously,, this man can go on with a bit for eons if he feels like it

He'll stay completely in character and be going string while the others are creasing and have no idea wtf to say

Mans lives for it

Oh your singing ?? Tae is adding a harmony onto that for you <3

Somehow he manage to find a harmony for everything and he finds it FUCKING IMMEDIATELY

Does make Robaire a lil jealous with his harmony abilities sometimes

Sometimes though Tae will just go from some ethereal harmony into a goblin voice while still singing the harmony

He's a great impressionist tbh

His voice can go deeper than most people expect,, its a lil uncomfy and he just doesn't like how he sounds so it doesn't happen often

When it does though, Tae is using it for evil

I'm talking demonic noises in the corner while the light are out

Z is the one who somehow knows all th dance moves to every musical ever

Mans starts teaching it to the others too as if they're not complete disasters

My guy has too much faith in these numpties

Z is also really fucking sneaky

So Jesse will be wiping the counter and all of a sudden there's something blowing on his neck

Dramatic ass jumps like 3 feet in the air and shrieks so loud

Z loves jump scaring all of the other members when he can

Also because this is a struggle for me and I need someone to relate to.. caffeine of any kind makes Z so incredibly tired

Like,, half a cup with half him out for 6 hours straight, wake up for dinner because Jesse went to get him and then straight back to sleep

Mans gets over 24 hours of sleep that day

Problem is Z is an energy drink fanatic

And zap the energy right of him

SO

The boys somehow manage to find him caffeine free energy drinks and he's never been more thankful istg

Z just wants to pretend he isn't about o pass out when he's supposed to be wired to high heaven

What's the point of having a drink that's really bad for if you don't even get the short-lived fun effects ??

Robaire loves to flaunt his coffee in Z's face all of the fucking time

Z doesn't even like coffee but it's the principle of the thing

Anways

Robaire would be having his main character moment as they're all jamming out

Singing into Jesse's hairbrush in front the mirror type vibes

Z gets so fed up with it so quickly

Ro doesn't care though

He's having his moment

It's his time to shine

And shine he will

Definitely broke something once trying to climb up onto the kitchen table in a feat of dramatics

Probably a vase Jesse made

Jesse was p upset about it tbh

So the others took it,, glued it back together and then decorated one of the broken pieces each

Now it's the statement piece

And it's glorious

Really wish to bask in it's shine tbh

#4town christmas countdown #4town #4town headcanons #4*town #4town jesse #4*town jesse #4town aaron t #4town robaire #4*town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town tae young

[cenobittten]

How I figured out who Patient 46 was in Security Breach

This post contains an introduction to the theory, why I am so confident and a guide to understanding what the heck I am talking about.

Parts list:

Part 1 - coming soon

Or follow hashtag #CenoFNAF

Warning for Spoilers! This introduction makes references to unreleased stories from Tales of the Pizzaplex volume 5. While no spoilers are discussed explicitly, just knowing what this theory is titled may spoil the future twist of unreleased content. So, if you don't want to know, don't read. Just head on over to the spoiler-free Part 1 and beyond.

Click the read more for the real, summary title.

:readmore:

Gregory was always sus: How I figured out he was Patient 46 and inhabited by Afton

An introduction

Right so, to introduce myself, hi! I'm a long time sort-of FNAF fan who likes Security Breach a lot. This is my second time ever writing down a fnaf theory.

A year ago, my first ever theory was this:

In which I theorised that Gregory was 46 and a vessel for Afton intially from game content only.

Why is this relevant? Well, recent leaks from Tales From The Pizzaplex #5 are very strongly hinting that I was on the right track.

My post got no attention at the time, but that didn't matter much. It became immediately apparent from the reaction to Matpat's theory that… well. Not many agreed with me and I ended up not sharing any more of my theory.

But now, I bring you #Gregtrap theory

I came up with the pivotal evidence for this theory from my very first full watch-through of the game, which was a blend of multiple YTers. I kid you not, I was so enamoured by this game for some inexplicable reason, I watched a mix of YTers to finish the game asap so I could get theorising. I was virtually unable to move for pain at the time so it was a good mental distraction - gotta have hobbies kids!

Since making the initial theory, I have been in the unusual position of watching more and more evidence to support my theory come out. This isn't a humble brag, I literally couldn't have told you what was even happening in my first watch of any of the other FNAF games so I'm thinking I just… tapped into Steel Wool's vibe inexplicably. I was honestly expecting to be completely wrong and some alternative theories posted had even convinced me. However, for Security Breach, I watched Matpat's GT videos echo my theories in real time and I have seen even more evidence building in the lead up to Ruin. This is all so funny to me, it's ludicrous but here we are!

So, I thought the fandom may find it useful to hear from someone who independently came to the conclusion Gregory was Patient 46. There is a lot of nuance to some of the writing/story crafting that I picked up on as foreshadowing but were easily lost on paper. In fact, I remember thinking "Either this game is nonsense and has no clue or Gregory is a villain and the writing is insanely subtle/clever".

I am not joking. There is actually a certain level of sophistication to the writing and the visuals of the Pizzaplex that subtly tell a story. The Steel Wool team used to work at Pixar! And their writing/game design is more similar to a Pixar film than Scott's style. Some of the Pizzaplex scene/setting design is legitimately art imho. The clues were there, just in different places than you might expect. Perhaps these notes will put the game in a new light for you. I want to bust this game open! Lets put our minds together and solve this fazgoo!

These notes reflect my final conclusion after stewing on it for a year, so they are much more refined and based on piecing everything together. But I will point to my thought processes and point out pivotal evidence from the initial stages to show how the theory developed.

My approach to lore investigating is a little different to most FNAFers. Rather than focusing on small lore details or timelines, I put myself in the developer's shoes and make broad observations from a storytelling perspective. I consider what the game might be setting up/trying to say, what did and didn't make the cut in terms of content and what the fans might want to see. Real detective mode.

In my view, Steel Wool were essentially soft-rebooting the franchise. Their goal was to make a game that could broadly appeal to gamers of all sorts, not just the fans. A story base that could be built on via future entries in the franchise, honouring the old stories but remaining understandable to a casual fan. After all, Steel Wool did essentially give themselves the licence to retcon the story via the "pissed off developer" excuse in Help Wanted. I strongly felt that the game should be solvable without knowing the exact details of past lore or obscure details from the books. The mysteries within the game had to have a plot & twists that the ordinary person could follow or piece together. They didn't quite manage it but enough was there to give me an inkling.

I kept my eye open for anything amiss in the dialogue/Fazwatch messages, game missions or in-setting clues like posters - the areas most likely to contain intentional lore clues. In game development, often the last things to be completed are the writing, mission creation and game story which - given SB's rushed development & possible story change - means I focused my attentions on those.

But where on earth do I even start with a game this big? Well, since I don't have access to the game, I'm going to pull out all the things I observed while watching playthroughs as they come up. That way, if you want to check for yourself, anyone can access the same footage used. For reference, my main footage sources are Matpat's GT live and Markiplier. I watched Dawko, FusionZGamer, FuhNaff and Jacksepticeyes playthroughs as well. (Game is such a glitchy mess, it's beautiful!)

It's all too much to do it one go, given my health, so I'm gonna break these linear observation posts into instalments. I'll list all the posts here so people can read at their leisure. Then, I'll make a post summarising the key evidence.

Also: Big credit to all the other FNAF theorists and LPers too - this theory wouldn't have become what it is without you.

I welcome questions, counterpoints or suggestions. Just reply or pop me a DM.

Also note:

- I was and still am a Gregbot supporter. This theory ties into that.

#fnaf #fnaf lore #fnaf ggy #fnaf sb #security breach theory #five nights at freddy's #fnaf leaks #fnaf spoilers #game theory #CenoFNAF

[goldenmusicmoments]

A Look Into Kelsea Ballerini's 'Subject To Change':

Kelsea Ballerini just released her fourth studio album. It’s been an exciting journey for her from her debut till this moment. She’s shown growth from one record to the next, in every aspect of her craft. This record is no different as she delivers her most cohesive and focused record so far. 

The album opens with the title track ‘Subject To Change’, it’s an upbeat moment that highlights life and how inconsistent things can be. That also includes herself as she says that she finds herself constantly changing whether that is to do with her appearance, style, moods or who she is. We hold on to an essence of who we are, however throughout life experience changes. It kickstarts the album with a perfect intro that lets you know you are in for an unexpected journey. ‘The Little Things’ serves as the follow up and on this one Kelsea shows appreciation for all the little things that many seem to bypass in a relationship in terms of the gestures made by their partners. It’s a lively track with its drum and guitar led production, you’ll surely find yourself lost in its groove as you sing along. 

‘I Can’t Help Myself’ gives us a sassy country inspired moment and it’s a light track that you’d envision playing at a bar or a country themed event. She sings about not being able to say no to a little fun, even though she seems to want to avoid it. So far Kelsea isn’t letting you have a break, as this one will also keep you moving to it. Both the production and the vocal delivery assist in making you feel what she is putting across through the lyrics. Now the next track ‘If You Go Down (I’m Goin’ Down Too)’ is a head bopping tune about a loyal friendship. Here she declares that if one out of this friendship pair go down then the other will as well. They're in it together till the end, no matter what happens they’ll be there for each other. This also hosts that country twang, that follows the vibe of the previous track. 

We move on to the mellow ‘Love Is A Cowboy’ that leaves you in your thoughts with its contemplative vibe. A beautiful western cinematic moment, that you get lost in. Here she compares love to a cowboy, where you can’t exactly tame it. However it’s an experience that feels wild and exhilarating. Kelsea’s vocals on this track are breathtaking and captivating. It is a track that makes you want to sit outside and watch the sunset as it plays in the background. By the end you feel like taking a deep breath and then letting it go. Then ‘Muscle Memory’ picks the pace back up again with its infectious groovy bass driven production and this one has been an instant fan favourite out of the unreleased tracks. She sings about how no matter what when they come back to each other everything comes back to them as though they’d never been apart. The verses have an emotional and longing feel to them, then the pre-chorus and chorus lift up the mood. The track closes with a revisit to the opening line providing it a full circle moment. 

Kelsea immediately gets into ‘I Guess They Call It Falling’ as the track opens with the first half of the chorus. That in itself catches you by surprise and then she dives into the first verse. This moody track talks about jumping into love only to find that it isn’t all that it is made out to be. She uses the entirety of falling in love to depict how once love comes to an end you feel as though you are falling from a high. There is this fierceness that is put forward through her vocal with a hint of resentment for him letting her down. The song fills the entire space around you and you find yourself completely immersed in it. ‘Weather’ then lighters up the mood with its upbeat and catchy vibe. She uses the changing of the weather to depict how the person of interest seems to constantly be changing his mind. 

Now we are given the most dreamy moment on the album with ‘Universe’ that just takes your breath away. This gentle track gets you feeling emotional as you are left mesmerised. She strips back the production and places her beautiful vocal at the front. On here Kelsea is completely in love and drawn to this person. You feel as though you are laying in the grass at night staring up at a star filled sky. She continues that gentle feel with ‘Walk In The Park’ that features a surprise opening. On this guitar driven track she sings about the challenges in a relationship, that it isn’t always going to be easy. She’s letting him know that he should expect a mixture of highs and lows. It’s another one of those contemplative moments and she slows it down in the end, closing off with a more faded version of the opening moment. ‘Heartfirst’ brings back the lively feel and has you moving your head to the beat of the kick drum. This blissful track is about jumping in heart first regardless of the potential of things going downhill. She’s fallen for this guy that she seems willing to bypass the red flags. 

Kelsea invites over Carly Pearce and Kelly Clarkson to provide vocals on ‘You’re Drunk, Go Home’ which is the most prominent country track on the album. The trio seem to be feeling this guy who’s had a little too much to drink and is now being quite the pest. It’s a fun track that makes you feel as though you are at a rodeo. You feel like letting loose to this track and with company this would provide for such an enjoyable moment. The three make for quite the combination and Kelly’s what sounds like her saying ‘babe’ is a highlight of its own. ‘Doin’ My Best’ follows and changes the mood to a more reflective one as she looks over her life on this upbeat hand clapping and finger clicking tune. She sings about how she’s doing the best she can, she references moments from her past which draw your attention. The opening line to the second verse in particular will have your jaw drop. You find yourself completely taken by the chorus and then the bridges group sung vocal feels liberating. She brings the pace down for the final chorus and then builds it back up to close the track.

The second to last track is ‘Marilyn’ a self-written track that provides the album with its most vulnerable moment. It seems to continue on with what she explored on ‘Homecoming Queen’ and makes you really think on life and the choices we make. Here she sings about whether it is worth it in the end, putting on this front when underneath you are hiding all this pain. She uses Marilyn Monroe’s life as a way to depict that. The production fits perfectly with her vocal enhancing its emotive nature. It’s a heartbreaking and thought provoking track, and the lyrics make an even greater impact if you are aware of Marilyn’s life. She closes the track with a sample of Marilyn speaking. ‘What I Have’ is the album closer and this acoustic guitar driven track is one about being grateful with what she has. She looks at everything around her and comes to realise that she’s got all that she needs. She’s content with where she is at in life and that is all that matters. It’s the perfect note to end on.

Kelsea’s always been a writer who gets really personal in her songwriting and she doesn’t hold back here. She delivers a great album that depicts her life and who she is so well. The album is one that leaves an instant impression and takes you through a journey of a range of emotions. The album unintentionally seems to in places resonate with what she is currently going through in her life, even though she’d completed it prior to the divorce. You also feel the confidence she’s developed with her voice as she explores more of her vocal range on this record. Her team haven’t done a great job with the rollout, if they started out with better single choices and spaced them out correctly alongside the promotional singles, it surely would have debuted higher. There are so many perfect single options that they can still make use of and that in turn would help get the album more recognition. She definitely deserves more credit as an artist. 

#Kelsea Ballerini #Subject To Change #Marilyn Monroe #Kelly Clarkson #Carly Pearce #Music #Billboad #Country Music #NashVille #Album #AOTY #TheGrammys #Universe #Weather #Cowboy #Love #Artist #Songs #2022 #September

[reviewsbykarla]

my favorite albums of 2019

it's december 30th and you thought i forgot!! here are my favorite albums of 2019 organized by time of year they were significant in my life, with a few choice words on each. I spent a large part of the year listening back to older stuff and not particularly into anything new, but with fall came albums that defined the rest of my year. 2019 was a year of positive change for me and reaffirmed to me that with tragedy comes growth. don't forget it!

find an extensive playlist of my favorite songs from 2019 here: open.spotify.com/playlist/0ZgjOmyLpLFAp1xxEa0e5j

Assume Form by James Blake (January-March)

The song "I'll Come Too" was a topic of discussion for a while amongst me and my best music nerd friend. He thinks it's about someone finding true, lasting love. I think it's about the intensity of orgasm with someone you truly love. Thoughts?

Purple Mountains by Purple Mountains (July-August, December)

David Berman has always been an influential songwriter in my life. When I first heard this album, I felt so sad; It sounded like he had given up on life. When he committed suicide soon after its release, I couldn't bring myself to listen to this album again for months. It's so tragic, that sometimes death is the only thing that can give you life.

Immunity by Clairo (August-October)

I had low expectations for this album and I was completely surprised. The production quality is so high and the style of the album overall felt very original. Clairo is a really great lyricist able to write relatable songs and working with Rostam was a really good move on her part. While I loved the album and had it on non-stop repeat, her live show was the worst show I have ever seen in my entire life. I'm sorry.

Essentials by Erika de Casier (August-September)

This album is SO good. It slaps in all the right places and is reminiscent of 90s hip-hop r&b, but better. Listening to this is like walking through a candy shop and getting all of your favorite things.

House of Sugar by Alex G (September-December)

I love Alex G. Always have, always will. I genuinely think he is one of the greatest artists of my lifetime. This is his best album yet hands down. I can't even begin to tell you why, but please listen to it. Go birds.

Pang by Caroline Polachek (October-December)

Wow! Pang is a masterpiece. If I had to pick a #1 album of the year, it's Pang. Caroline Polachek wrote Pang coming out of her divorce. Each song hits hard lyrically, both simple and complex at the same time. The production is incredible and the album is as niche as it is accessible. The perfect album.

Iowa dream by Arthur Russell (November-December)

Arthur Russell was a genius. Towards the end of 2019 I was reverting back to my old folk-rock sensibilities, Iowa Dream coming out at the exact right time. I felt nostalgic, content, excited. Every song on this album is beautiful and touching. I hope there is more to come from Russell's thousands of unreleased recordings.

Information by Galcher Lustwerk (December)

This album is hot. Every track is thick with beats that make me feel like jello. Play this at the club and get close with that cutie you want to dance with.

Zdenka 2080 by Salami Rose Joe Louis (December)

I only recently found this album and I immediately fell in love with it. It's so beautiful, minimalist and slightly haunting. An experimental album of this variety always tugs at my heart strings, reinforces butterflies in my stomach, makes me want to swim in a lake at midnight under a starry sky with the person I love.

#music #music review #music reviews #review #reviews #album reviews #year ender 2019 #year ender list #end of year list #Youtube

[popentertainmentconcertreviews]

Noah Kahan & Adam Melchor – The Fillmore – Philadelphia, PA – October 19, 2022

Signing with Republic Records at age 20, and with his debut single coming out in 2017, Noah Kahan has since had multiple hit singles, his most recent, being the title track of his new album Stick Season. After canceling the Philly stop on his last tour, fans were ecstatic to have him back in the area, and even sold out the show!

Kicking off the night was the incredible alt-indie artist Adam Melchor. As he walked out on stage, cheers emerged from the crowd as he began his set with a beautiful cover of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” I was immediately impressed with Adam’s vocals and ability to captivate the audience from the second his set started. As his set continued, he went on to discuss how happy he was to be playing in Philadelphia, and even played an unreleased song titled “Touch and Go,” set to be released with his album Here Goes Nothing on Friday 10/21. Adam Melchor graced the Fillmore with his soulful guitar riffs and stunning high notes, leaving a lasting impression on the crowd.

At around 9:10, the room went dark, and the stage was lit with dim blue light as Noah Kahan’s band took the stage. The fans went wild, screaming and cheering with excitement as Noah emerged from the side of the stage. Opening his set with “False Confidence,” it was clear the fans knew it well as the room was filled with voices singing along! Noah continued his set with songs from his most recent album, including “All My Love,” in which he sang “Philly, you got all my love!”

Not only does Noah Kahan know how to put on a phenomenal show, but he knows how to engage and entertain a crowd. From the second he stepped out on stage; he had fans laughing with his commentary in between songs. The funniest moment being when he said how he is referred to as the “Jewish Ed Sheeran,” “Wellbutrin Keanu Reeves,” and “a severely disfigured Jason Mraz.” Another aspect of Noah Kahan’s performance that I admired was his appreciation for his band, and how they all interacted with each other on stage.

As the night came to a close, Noah Kahan finished off his set with some fan favorites, “The View Between Villages,” “Stick Season,” and “Mess.” The emotion that filled the room during Noah’s set was unbelievable, and the way the audience was engaged from beginning to end was beautiful to see. If you have the chance to see Noah Kahan on tour, I highly recommend it! He definitely gave Philadelphia an unforgettable night, and it’s a show you don’t want to miss. Also, make sure to check out and stream Noah’s most recent album, Stick Season!

Emma Fox

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#Noah Kahan #Adam Melchor #2022 #Concert Reviews #The Fillmore #Philadelphia #Emma Fox

[snallavanta]

had a dream that i was on a drive with mingyu and he had to stop by his office (guessing this is the hybe building) to get something. anyway, i wait in the car and i was looking through his stuff because i’m nosy and i found a thumb drive labelled 17 is right here and i was like “WOAH? the new comeback album? i’m gonna listen to this rn before mingyu comes back”

so i plug the thumbdrive into the aux and listen to the album and it’s so dang good that i turn the volume up so much that the car starts vibrating a little.

i’m having fun, bopping to fire alone in the passenger seat of the car. it’s late at night so the atmosphere was really peaceful and vibey.

suddenly i see s.coups, vernon and wonwoo coming out of the building. and i get so anxious because what if they see me and ask me what i’m listening to and they’re sooooo gonna have my head when they find out i’m listening to their comeback album before the official release. so i bend down and kind of hide myself so they wouldn’t notice me. they walk really closely to the car and at this point i’m sweating because if they come any closer, they can DEFINITELY hear fire coming from somewhere. but the universe was on my side, they all dispersed in different directions and i managed to escape the wrath of the hiphop unit.

anyway, more people come out—joshua, jeonghan, jun, dino, dk; some of them in pairs while others were alone—and so far no one notices me having my own personal rave in one of the cars.

then the8 and seungkwan comes out. i don’t know whether it was by chance or i was just pushing my luck earlier but they immediately look in my direction. i see them squinting their eyes and at this point, i know it’s too late to try and hide because they’ve already seen me. it would make things even more awkward if i tried pretending like i didn’t see them now.

on the stereo was a new unreleased song playing and i know if they hear this, i will DEFINITELY be dead. there is no bullshitting my way out of this one. as my sweaty fingers try to lower the volume of the music to stop the aggressive pulsing of the car, i see seungkwan walking in my direction (we kind of knew each other so i’m guessing he wanted to come over and just say hi).

the stupid touch screen monitor won’t detect my finger agonisingly pressing the down button and at this point, they’re a good 5 metres away from the car. i can see their faces extra clearly under the streetlight and i DO NOT want to be cussed out by minghao rn because he looks like he’s running on 2 hours of sleep and 5 coffees.

anyway, in a moment of sheer panic, i decided to ditch the stupid volume button and just press pause for now. i can get myself out of this mess somehow. maybe i’ll just say mingyu had it on the aux but i have no idea what song it is.

boo is looking extremely giddy, a huge grin on his face, and he’s practically skipping to the car now, the8 cautiously following behind him. he knocks on my window and i cautiously lower it, giving him a big smile to ignore the fact that the name of the song was behind me in an agonisingly huge font size 72. he’s very excited when he talks to me and we catch up for a bit, minghao kind of minding his own business but giving me a polite smile.

with the both of them sort of in their own world, my hand closest to the stereo turns the whole thing off. better to be safe than sorry. not a minute later, mingyu appears, jogging out of the building with his hair slightly disheveled. he sees me talking to seungkwan and the8 and gives a small wave. beads of sweat are forming on my forehead. the thumbdrive is still plugged in and i most definitely cannot lie my way out of this one because mingyu will see through my bullshit.

for some reason, the three of them didn’t see each other when they were in the building so now they’re having their own personal catch up session outside. not very pleasant to have in the cold weather but an amazing time for me to cover my tracks. i quickly unplug the thumb drive while they’re all distracted, throw it into the glove box where i found it and give mingyu the sincerest “i’m so glad you’re finally back” smile i could muster to hide the redness in my cheeks. probably a result of both the cold and my increased adrenaline.

anyway, i listened to the new album. it was a bop. and i didn’t get caught. win win. dream over

#if anyone was wondering hoshi and woozi was not in this #which is probably a good thing because i know lee jihoon would throw hands #but he’s probably still in the studio or whatever so win for me i guess 🤩 #ann #seventeen #dreams

[whileiamdying]

Billboard: I have to say, you look slim and fabulous!

Celia Cruz: Chica, yes, everyone says I’m thinner. The other day in Mexico, this woman asked, “Doesn’t it worry you to be so thin?” And I said, “Chica, I don’t even notice.” Because I wear wide clothing. If you dress how I used to dress — tight — you notice these things. But I don’t anymore. It could be all the work.

BB: It seems to me like in the past two years, you’ve not only been busier than ever, but that there’s been a Celia revival in the U.S. Do you perceive that?

Cruz: I blame it on the fact that a lot of people from Latin America, who knew me but had never seen me, have now come to the U.S. I can’t even go to a store anymore. I can’t go to church. [Her manager interjects: “The other day, the priest stopped the mass to say hi to Celia. We had to leave.”]

In Nicaragua, the people went inside the church after me. I love to go to church, and I do so in every country I stop in.

BB: It amazes me how strong your voice continues to be.

Cruz: I take very good care of myself. My bad evenings are spent working, and when I finish working, I go to the hotel or to my house. I’m not one to get drunk or have strong drinks, because strong drinks hoarsen your voice.

BB: Do you smoke?

Cruz: I’ve never smoked in my life. I started to smoke, because in my family everyone smoked — my mother, my brother. My brother was teaching me, and I got a cold; I went to the doctor. And Dr. Morales — that was his name — asked me: “Do you smoke?” And I said, “No, doctor.” And he said, “Well, if you want your voice to last, never smoke.” And right there and then, I stopped learning how to do it. I have to take care of my vocal cords so I can give my audience what they expect of me.

BB: How about the recording studio? Are you one to lay down full tracks or record phrase by phrase?

Cruz: It’s so much easier to record now. When I recorded with La Sonora, I’d begin at midnight and I’d still be there at 6 a.m. with no voice left. Now, you can punch in one line. I love that system. But I still want to sing. I give more of myself singing live. Lip-synching is for TV. I will not lip-synch on a stage.

BB: You’ve said you want to record an all-bolero album. Would it be Cuban standards?

Cruz: No. No. I don’t like to sing what others have done. Yes, sometimes I’ll sing something old, if someone requests it. But boleros? They’ll be previously unreleased. If one’s bound to become a hit, I want to be the one to create it. I’ve always been.

BB: Whoopi Goldberg has said she will direct and act in the movie of your life. How did you hook up with her?

Cruz: Emilio and Gloria [Estefan] had this big concert after Andrew came. [She immediately quizzes me.] What’s Andrew?

BB: The hurricane?

Cruz: Ah, good. Wanted to see if you’re on the ball. [laughs] So, [Goldberg] was the mistress of ceremonies, and since she was in Miami, she said, “The only thing I can say in Spanish is ‘Azucar!’ because I admire Celia Cruz and I’d like to do a movie on her life.” And I was in my house watching and I thought, “How nice.”

And two years later, she said it again in California. That’s when I sent her a fax thanking her, even though I didn’t know her. And last year, they gave her an award in Washington and she asked if I could sing. So I went and I sang — what was it? “Químbara.” Yes, all the Americans request “Químbara.” Then we met on stage, and I said, “Finally!” And she said the same thing. And that’s it. I gave her permission to make the movie.

BB: What else do you still need to do, beside your bolero album?

Cruz: Ah, nothing else! That God grant me good health to continue in this. No, I have many things already. and many awards that I’m thankful for from the bottom of my heart. I never thought I would win a Grammy. I never thought I’d have a star — well, here in Miami, yes, because my people are here — but in Hollywood Boulevard! Never in my life!

#billboard magazine #célia cruz #quimbara

[hawkinslibrary]

😩😩😩😩😩

#also answered another comment asking if it was coming soon saying #'define soon' #no word on if the ost itself will also be split into two volumes though #maybe it is and vol 1 is done and coming 'soon' #idk idk idk #all i've heard is bits and pieces but it sounds soooo good and i just want to hear it in full #i'm absolutely greedy with this soundtrack #i want it all even unreleased tracks immediately #no but it's definitely gonna be worth the wait #and i guess hearing it for the first time while watching won't be so bad #it's gonna distract me though and it'll bother me until we can put titles to those sounds #i'll also miss the last bit of speculating that usually comes with the titles #i just really want this soundtrack lol #i am out here checking for news on it every day lmao #lex talks

[harrisonarchive]

George Harrison, Ringo Starr, and Billy Preston, Bar One, 9 October 1990; photo by ‬The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images.

“As acclimated as Nancy and I became to the Hollywood scene, a few figures still froze us in our tracks, neutralizing our normal gregariousness with their megawatt presence. One was George Harrison. You never get over the fact that a Beatle is a Beatle, even after he has stopped being a Beatle. Nancy and I met George in 1990, at an L.A. dinner party hosted by Dick Donner and Lauren Shuler Donner. I’d met Ringo Starr when he was on SNL, and later would work with Paul McCartney, but George seemed the most mysterious and reclusive of the surviving Beatles. To Nancy and me, there was something otherworldly about him. We knew in advance that George was going to be at the Donner’ party. On the drive over, we played Rubber Soul over and over again, and Nan kept saying, 'Wouldn’t you love to just corner him and ask him every Beatle questions you’ve ever wondered about?' We both laughed, and I said, 'Yeah, boy, he’d sure love that, wouldn’t he?' And then we went silent and just listened for a while to the genius music that George made with the three other guys in his old band. There were ten other guest there that night, and when George walked through the door all I could think was, My God, he looks EXACTLY like George Harrison. George was perfectly friendly throughout the dinner — in fact, he brought along a tape of the still-unreleased second Traveling Wilburys album, which he eagerly played for all of us on the Donners’ stereo like a proud teen showing off his garage band. I found that sweet. But Nan and I maintained a cordial distance from him, fearful that the word 'Beatle' would come out of our mouths in an involuntary, Tourette’s-like outburst. After dinner, we all retired to the Donners’ screening room, where Dick had arranged for us to view an advance reel of The Hunt for Red October. I ended up sitting right next to George on the couch, with Nancy on my other side. Dick Donner, an outgoing, no-B.S. guy with a thick thatch of white hair, announced, 'Does anyone mind if I smoke a doobie?' Then he pulled out a large joint, which he proceeded to light, his plans clearly not contingent upon anyone’s answer to the question. As we watched The Hunt for Red October, the joint was passed around until it landed with Nan. My wife, who could never really handle any kind of smoke, took one puff just for the sake of sociability. She immediately started coughing and, as fast as she could, passed the Donner doobie to me. I took a hit, and then it was my turn to pass the joint to George on my right. But all of a sudden I started to panic, wondering about the etiquette of it all: Do I pass this to a Beatle? Maybe I shouldn’t. Am I going to offend him? Gee, I wouldn’t want to offend him. Would the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi be pissed or elated? Or maybe it would be rude if I DIDN’T pass him the joint. Oh, what the hell. Probably best to just pass George Harrison the joint. I gently nudged George, who was engrossed in the movie, and offered him the spliff. He looked at it, smiled, and in his best documentary-narrator’s voice said, 'Ah, the sixties!' He happily accepted the funny cigarette and took several drags on it. I looked back at Nan, and she was already fast asleep, her head bent back, her nose in the air. George, on the other hand, became totally amped, very gregarious and chatty, talking right over the movie. 'I have a hard time watching Sean Connery in a movie, a hard time accepting him in the part he’s playing,' George said, his voice now rising to lecture-hall volume. 'Because he’s too bloody famous, too iconic — it’s like watching a Beatle.' At that — George’s fortissimo pronouncement of the word 'Beatle' — Nancy’s head shot up with a start. Not even quite sure where she was, she muttered, 'Who said that?' Meanwhile Lauren Shuler Donner had been contemplating for the last minute or so whether or not it was okay to shush a Beatle. Now she concluded that it was. 'Guys,' she whispered, 'shhhhh!' George and I both went quiet like reprimanded kids in the fourth grade. After a moment, I turned to him and whispered, 'Way to go, asshole!' The two of us burst out laughing, eliciting, now from the entire group, a new round of shushing. For the remainder of the evening — away from the screening room — George and I enjoyed a rich, funny, fast-moving conversation. He was even familiar with some of the work I’d done, which I found incredibly flattering — but then he was a comedy aficionado, close to Lorne and Eric Idle of Monty Python. As we said our good-byes at the end of the night, George and I exchanged numbers, and we made a plan to have lunch the next day. Nancy, having benefitted from a refreshing, head-clearing nap, said to me as we buckled into our car seats, 'Out of curiosity, how do you intend to have lunch with your new best friend George Harrison tomorrow, given that you’re flying to Boston first thing in the morning?' Mother’s balls! I’d forgotten that I had a gig in Boston! The next day, as early as I could without being rude, I telephoned George and told him I’d forgotten about my trip. He was gracious and told me that we’d make it happen another time. Sadly, that other time never came. Our paths never crossed again, and George passed away in 2001. Just a few months after his death, I was in Bungalow 8, a New York club that Paul Shaffer had dragged me to, when I noticed a skinny fellow who was the spitting image of George, only young George, coming right toward me. Before I could say anything, this young man embraced me in a tender hug. And then pulled back to explain himself. 'I’m Dhani Harrison,' he said. 'One of the last things my father told me was that if I ever come across people who were important to him, I should give them a hug.'" - Martin Short, I Must Say: My Life As A Humble Comedy Legend (2014) (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #Martin Short #Ringo Starr #billy preston #1990 #1990s #George and fame #fan recollections #fan recollections: 1990s #fits queue like a glove

[qyuoza]

Playlist (Asahi)

Genre: Fluff

AU: Idol!au

Warnings: none

Summary: Asahi gives his hoodie for Y/n to borrow because she felt cold at the studio, but forgets to ask for it back after taking Y/n home. When Y/n gets home, she realizes that she still has Asahi's hoodie and finds his ipod. Out of curiosity Y/n looks through to see some unreleased tracks, and a playlist with her name on it.

It was the first week of November, meaning fall was slowly transitioning into winter. The weather only getting colder and colder. Y/n and Asahi were tucked into the warmth of the YG building, nestled away in his studio.

"Asahi? How much longer are you going to be?" Y/n said as she approached her boyfriend. Asahi turned and smiled sheepishly, almost forgetting why Y/n was even there.

"I can take a break right now if you'd like. I'm just working on a song and I'm almost done. Sorry if I couldn't spend much time with you sweetheart" Asahi then stood up and held Y/n in his arms.

If the other members bore witness this, he would be embarrassed, but for Y/n, he's always had a soft spot ever since he fell in love with her.

"Don't overwork yourself Sahi! You have so much talent and I don't want you to let it get in the way of your health" she said worriedly, but of course, he smiled at her again. Y/n truly was endearing and perfect in his eyes.

"Of course, I'm taking care of myself well my love, you don't need to worry about me ok? I just want you to take care of yourself because you always think about me" Asahi replied, then he noticed her shiver a bit.

"Is the ac too cold? Here wear my hoodie" he handed Y/n his hoodie and sat back down at his desk, just going over the song and polishing it.

After Y/n had put on his hoodie, Asahi turned and saw the hoodie swallowing her, which made him chuckle. "Thanks, it feels much better now" she then sat cross legged on the couch in the studio, using her phone to occupy herself.

"Tell me if you need anything ok? I won't be much longer so I can take you home" Y/n nodded at Asahi and gave him a thumbs up, giving him the assurance he needed.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?” Asahi whispered to himself and continued working on the last parts of the song.

An hour later, Y/n had already fallen asleep as Asahi stretched, fixing his desk and getting ready to go back to the dorms. Then he turned and noticed Y/n curled up on the couch, but it wasn't the most comfortable thing to really sleep on so he immediately woke her up gently.

"Y/n baby, wake up. I'll take you home now" he whispered and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. Y/n had stirred a bit and woke up, rubbing her eye gently.

"Your back must be hurting, you should sleep well when you get home. Come on" Asahi said as they started to leave the studio.

Outside, it was even colder and Asahi had called his manager to take them home. "Hyung we'll take Y/n home first, it's a bit late" Asahi said, and his manager nodded as they left.

In the car, Y/n had been beside Asahi and held his hand, playing with his fingers in boredom. "You're adorable you know that?" he smiled at her endearingly.

"I'm not usually like this so consider yourself really lucky" Y/n joked and he chuckled at her for the nth time that night.

Arriving at Y/n's building, Asahi had brought Y/n up to her apartment and bid her goodnight, telling her that he'll call her once he gets back to the dorms.

"Take care. Let's go on a date next week ok? So I can make up for today" he smiled and Y/n nodded as they shared a short, but sweet kiss. "You take care too Asahi, stay safe" Asahi nodded and left Y/n, looking back one last time and waving at her.

Y/n then closed the door and sighed, suddenly hit with a waft of Asahi's cologne. She almost forgot she was hearing his hoodie, but then figured she'd just give it once they see each other again.

"Oh what's this?" Y/n found a small ipod in the pocket, it must've been Asahi's spare ipod for all his songs. She immediately looked through the ipod before sitting on the couch. Finding tracks like orange, the three minute treasure logo song and everyday, the fan's song. Continuing her search, she had suddenly found a playlist under her name?

Y/n opened it and saw some songs that Asahi had put in it. It was full of her favorite songs and songs that Asahi has always told her that reminded him of her.

"This is so cute" Y/n muttered to herself, she didn't want to tell him just yet, but having the iPod comforted her in a way, and she'll probably fall asleep listening to the heartwarming playlist made by her boyfriend.

© 2021 all rights reserved | qyuoza on tumblr.

#kpop imagines #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop smut #kpop angst #kpop one shot #kpop blurbs #treasure #treasure imagines #treasure fluff #treasure scenarios #treasure one shots #treasure angst #treasure choi hyunsuk #treasure park jihoon #treasure kim junkyu #treasure mashiho #treasure asahi #treasure yoon jaehyuk #treasure bang yedam #treasure kim doyoung #treasure haruto #treasure park jeongwoo #treasure so junghwan #choi hyunsuk #park jihoon #kim junkyu #takata mashiho #yoon jaehyuk #hamada asahi

[jisungsmochi]

i’ve got this friend - mark lee

i’ve got this friend - mark lee 

based on the (unreleased) song by 5SOS 

neighbour & friend! mark + a very oblivious y/n (female)

word count: 1.7k 

summary: after a rumour stirs that you have a secret admirer, your neighbour and friend, mark lee begins to drop some, not so subtle, clues on who it might be. will his mission be a success?

//

mark hated lee haechan more than anything in the world right now. the little menace decided to spread the rumour that you had a secret admirer. mark was in panic mode, wanting nothing more than to roll up in a ball and cry.

“what the hell, man? what if she finds out?” mark groaned, holding the bridge of his nose, as haechan continued to giggle.

“would that be so bad? you’ve been pining over her since you became neighbours. isn’t it time for you to finally tell her how you feel?”

“what if she’s disappointed?” haechan immediately stopped laughing, furrowing his eyebrows at his glum faced friend.

“but what if she’s over the moon? you always look for the bad in these situations. you’re confessing to her, you have to” mark knew inside that he was partially right. it had been almost two years since he developed a friendship with you. although you weren’t attached to the hip, you were both friendly towards eachother and spent a fair amount of time together. haechan claimed he had a fool proof plan to ‘get the girl’ so let the games begin...

“hey! y/n, wait up” mark caught up with you as you exited your house.

“oh goodmorning mark” you smiled as you walked over to him, continuing to walk alongside him on your way to school.

“i gotta tell you something” he looks away from you, eyes drawn to the ground. you silently urge him to continue,

“i heard that someone likes you”

you immediately stop in your tracks, your face contorting into confusion yet also, excitement.

“really? do you know who it is?” you trailed slowly behind him, he didn’t even notice you had stopped briefly.

“uh yeah, i’ve got this friend, he doesn’t really want me to tell you who he is yet” you felt your heart sink, is this all some sick prank?

“mark, you don’t have to feed into these rumours-“

“no i’m being serious, you have an admirer” he softly smiled, making you feel slightly more at ease. mark had never lied to you before, why would he start now? you decided not to pry him anymore, wanting to keep this to yourself for the time being. of course you were curious as to who it was, but maybe keeping their identity hidden is giving them the courage to contact you eventually. you were hopeful, and so was mark. he wanted nothing more than for you to make your way to him.

“so is there anything else you wanna tell me about said admirer? is he tall? do i know him?” you begin to become impatient as you sat across from mark at your usual lunch table.

“um he’s kinda my size? i guess. you might know him, he does go to our school” you begin to turn around, scanning your eyes over the courtyard.

“don’t look now! he might be looking” mark hurriedly spoke, not thinking about his words.

“oh so he’s close to where we are?” you grew even more curious than before. you were going to get mark lee to crack, it was the only way.

‘oh fuck’ he thought to himself. what is he going to do now?

//

“mark, it’s honestly killing me! you really can’t tell me who he is? is he really that shy? or am i just intimidating?” you frown as you sit on mark’s couch in his basement. he invited you over sometimes whenever he was bored and needed someone to go over some of his song ideas with. mark was in a band with some of his close friends, they didn’t really have a proper name yet, and had barely played infront of people.

“you’re not intimidating at all! you’re one of the kindest people i know” he quickly jumps to your defence. he hesitates for a moment before continuing,

“well he plays the bass guitar, and oh! he thinks you would like him better if he had a car, kinda feels like a loser for not having one” your mind begins to wind, who do you know that can play bass and has no car...

well jeno was the official bassist of their band...and you remember him complaining at one of their practices that he was late because he had to take the bus. but really? did lee jeno have a crush on you? that seemed unrealistic. you barely had any interactions with him, only greeting him nicely whenever you tuned in to their practices. was mark trying to set you guys up or something?

“is it someone from your band?” mark froze, not expecting you to catch on so quickly. (not like he was being so discrete either)

“uh maybe, maybe not. i don’t know” he begins to ramble.

“i’m beginning to think you’re playing some weird prank on me, mark lee. i hope whoever this guy is, comes to me soon. the suspense is killing me!” and with that, mark knew he needed to speed up the plan.

//

“you gotta tell her soon, your stupid clues are probably making her stressed. and why the hell do you wanna make her stressed?!” haechan gave the older boy a hard smack on the back of the head.

“look, we need a new plan, asap”

“no shit, you’re lucky i’m the damage control” haechan huffed, putting on his figurative thinking cap.

“aha! you’re going to write her a song” mark raised an eyebrow at the younger boy as if he was insane, he can’t write a song in a day, not even a week sometimes.

“not an actual song! just a little snippet of a song describing your feelings, since you can’t seem to say it to her straight out. it’s a brilliant idea and you should thank me” mark understood where he was coming from. maybe if he sat you down, with his guitar and sang to you, it wouldn’t be as awkward or pressuring. lee haechan was in fact a genius.

//

“mark? it’s like 1am, what do you need me for?” you groan from your side of the phone call.

“i need to get something off my chest, meet me at the park in 10” part of you wanted to hang up and fall back asleep, but another part of you was curious as to why mark lee needed you so late in the night. you dressed yourself in a warm puffer jacket before making your way to the playground across from your and mark’s houses.

you saw him sitting on one of the swings, his guitar tucked close to him, his fingers strumming to a random tune.

“this better be good” you sigh, taking a seat on the swing next to him.

“the reason i asked you to come out here is because i haven’t been completely honest with you. i don’t want you to say anything until the song is done, it would really save me the embarrassment” he warned, making you slightly nervous. he took a deep breath, eyes focused on the strings of the guitar, before he began to play.

[ *cue ‘i’ve got this friend’ by 5sos hehe]

“I've got this friend who's crazy about you

I've got this friend who can't be without you

I've got this friend and I wish I could see

See what you'd say if I told you it was me

I want to tell you to see what you'd say

Before I jump in and I ask for that date

I've been that friend

I've been that friend and I wish I could see

How this would end if you knew it was me?”

your heart melted at each lyric. mark lee had been that ‘friend’ all along. the mark that always waited for you to walk to school together. the mark that always brought you home bubble tea when you were feeling down. the mark that always invited you over just because he enjoyed the company. it was him. it was always him.

you felt tears begin to fill your eyes, causing mark to place his guitar down and stand across from you, holding your shoulders gently.

“d-did i say something wrong? did i mess things up? i’m so sorry, y/n. i should have come clean so-“

“no mark, i’m not mad or sad! i’m just really overwhelmed. here i was thinking that this was all some silly joke when the whole time, you were my admirer” you slightly sniffled at the last part, making mark’s heart swoon. he wiped a tear that fell from your eye, as you leant into his warm palm.

“i don’t need you to say you like me back or anything, i just couldn’t go on with life without you knowing”

“i understand. and trust me, i’ve always seen you as my cute next door neighbour. and honestly, i’d be lying if i said that i haven’t thought about dating you” you felt heat rise to your cheeks, hoping he wouldn’t notice due to the cold.

“but all those clues! it must have been so entertaining to watch me struggle with piecing it all together! everything makes sense now, except for the bass guitar one. i thought you were just the lead guitarist?” you furrowed your eyebrows as mark began to chuckle.

“i kinda slipped up there, i can play both guitar and bass. i was actually the initial bassist of the band until we found jeno” mark explained, making you feel even more stupid.

“gosh, there i was thinking that jeno was my admirer” you saw mark begin to frown, causing you to stand and face him.

“but don’t worry about him, all my attention and focus will be on you now!” you smiled with glee, watching as mark copied your expression. he leaned down close to you, placing a small peck to your cheek, his breath slowly fanning your cheeks.

“so what do you say? go on a date with me?”

“of course, tell your little ‘friend’ he finally got the girl” you pulled him into a warm embrace, feeling him melt in your arms.

it was safe to say that you and mark didn’t remain friends for much longer.

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[mostlycompetentwriter]

Chan Request!!

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Chan

Warnings: Language and Mature Content (Not really smut since the request didn’t seem to ask for it)

Genre: Idol AU

Request:

A/N: lots of people seemed interested in this one so...

When you woke-up that morning, you immediately reached out to the left on instinct, expecting contact with another sleeping form. It was your first sign that something was wrong, fingers ghosting through empty air, and you peeled your eyes open to confirm that Chan was already gone.

You grimaced at the faint flicker of irritation in the pit of your stomach because this was the third morning in a row in which Chan had left with no prior warning. The pattern was getting old.

Did he think you wouldn’t notice?

Of course you were bound to notice. Chan was supposed to be your partner. That invited a level of trust and transparency that simply couldn’t excuse these continued absences when you needed him. 

It didn’t used to be this way, especially at the beginning of your relationship. For the longest time, you had both tried to hide it from the rest of the group, especially knowing that your manager’s would disapprove, but it was hard to lie when Seungmin accidentally walked in on you and Chan with the latter’s cock down your throat.

Still, the honeymoon phase of your relationship lasted for a long time, and even when you had problems along the way, you and Chan always managed to work things out. 

It was the best part of your deep connection, but recognizing how distant he had grown lately made you reconsider everything. There was a point when you could hardly leave your bed without Chan finding a way to initiate something like getting each other off or managing a quickie with Chan’s hand placed over your mouth to keep your moans to a minimum. 

Frowning, you forced yourself to leave the lingering warmth of your bed sheets, squeezing your legs into skin-tight jeans, abandoned on the floor from when you had quickly thrown off your clothes before going to sleep last night.

It was another unpleasant reminder of Chan because after waiting hours for Chan to come home, you figured he had decided to spend the night at the studio. But you were vastly mistaken when he slunk into your room at around 4:00 in the morning, whispering a greeting to you after sliding under the sheets. You had slept more soundly once his arm was around your waist, deluding yourself into believing that you could forgive him for staying out so late.

Especially since Chan worked so hard to produce the songs that decorated your group’s track listings, and with the album deadline approaching for the end of the month, he was practically working himself into the ground, 

There was also very little time in his overcrowded schedule left for you, and that certainly didn’t bode well for how much you longed for Chan between your legs....

“Y/N! Breakfast is ready!”

“Coming,” you shouted back at the door, annoyed that someone had interrupted your daydream fantasies.

Especially since it was the closest you had been to Chan in weeks.

It was probably Jisung’s interruption since he insisted on being the annoying little brother you could rarely escape, but it wasn’t his fault that you were in such a bad mood. 

“Good morning,” he immediately chirped when you opened the door, gaze bright with mischief.

You grumbled a greeting in return to your bandmate. “Why are you on the girl’s side of the dorm?”

Jisung scoffed. “Oh, so Chan can have all the access he wants, but I’m the one scolded for just saying hello?”

You rolled your eyes at his tone. “Whatever. Who cooked this morning?”

“Felix did,” Jisung replied, and you perked up a bit knowing that one of your youngest group mates had taken the time to flex his impressive cooking skills - it had to be better than Changbin’s attempt at frying eggs.

“Let’s go,” you said, dragging a petulant Jisung behind you as you both sauntered down the staircase together, joining the others in the part of the house where everything opened up into the common area.

Your managers didn’t mind so much when you were all together in the shared space of the living room and kitchen, but that certainly didn’t stop unmitigated romps between your male and female colleagues.

Your group was a rarity in the music world: comprised of twelve members, including eight of the boys and three of your closest girl pals who had all agreed to audition with you on an unforgettable summer afternoon. 

The fact that you were all accepted into the same company, under the same group name, was even more of a blessing in disguise. You could always rely on them whenever you needed advice, and you had steadily grown closer to the rest of the guys over the years.

Next month marked your fifth-year anniversary (it concurred with your 1st-year anniversary with Chan), and your group was planning to release an album to celebrate, including some previously unreleased gems that Chan had kept hidden on his computer’s hard drive.

Everyone was excited, but the tension of trying to be the best and accomplish everything on time was always weighing heavily on all of your group mates’ shoulders.

Chan was, of course, taking it worst of all, and you were seething beneath the surface when you spotted him at the table sitting between Changbin and Hyunjin, eating breakfast with his eyes glued to his phone screen.

Why didn’t Chan ask you to come to breakfast with him?

“Y/N’s here,” Jisung announced, abandoning your side for his usual spot between Lisa and Sana.

Several of your group members mumbled greetings, but you were disappointed to discover that Chan hadn’t even looked up from his phone.

“Thanks, Felix,” you whispered when you sat down next to the blonde-haired singer, immediately peeling into the croissant that he served you.

“Is everyone coming to the studio later?” Minho asked, summoning your attention. “We need to go over the choreo one more time.”

Your muscles screamed in protest, but you reluctantly nodded your head. Meanwhile, Jisung let out an exaggerated groan at the thought of another six-hour practice.

“You need it the most,” Minho teased him, and you smiled at the good-natured jab between the two.

At the same time, you watched as Chan rose from his seat, depositing his plate into the sink. You rose to meet him halfway to the door where he stuffed his arms into the sleeves of his leather jacket.

“Chan, do you have plans tonight?” you sheepishly inquired, wincing when you realized how ridiculous it was for you to walk on eggshells around your boyfriend and group mate.

“Busy,” he grumbled, and he didn’t even bother to look in your direction on his way out the door.

Later on at practice, there was an obscene amount of sweat in places where it shouldn’t be, and you were just about tired of Chan’s constant criticism.

For the entirety of your dance practice, Chan had taken every opportunity to berate your group members for even the most minor of mistakes, including your own. 

“Y/N!” Chan barked, and you flinched at his harsh tone, sucking in deep breaths to satiate your demanding lungs. “We’ve been practicing this for weeks!”

It was the fifth time that he had stopped the song at the introduction of the chorus - the part where you were supposed to do a backflip into frame. 

Apparently, Chan thought that your form was sloppy, and you bit your tongue to snap back at him. Obviously, he couldn’t seem to comprehend that you were hurting, and he was forcing everyone to endure hour after hour of constant movement. 

“Get your head on straight!” Chan insisted, and for some peculiar reason, it wasn’t anger or frustration with Chan that had you pausing.

It was a far more heart-wrenching combination:

Sadness.

Bitterness.

Shame.

They bombarded you all at once, and you barely managed to swallow back the onset of tears before you were storming out of the practice room, ignoring Chan’s calls of your name.

It was instinctual for you to find refuge in the empty studio rooms on the top floor of your company building - where most people tended to avoid.

You could always find solace in the quiet between four walls, pressing down against the keys of the electric keyboard attached to the big, fancy computer monitor.

The same tedious note played over and over again, but it seemed like the perfect metaphor for your life at that moment.

Especially your relationship with Chan.

But the silence was never permanent, and you used the sleeve of your jacket to wipe away the fresh evidence of tears when you heard the door to the studio room opening.

You immediately turned around, heart-sinking in your chest when you realized that it was Changbin instead of Chan.

“Hey, Binnie,” you said, feeling his gaze on you as he entered the empty studio room.

“What happened earlier?” he asked, always blunt and straight to the point as he drug a chair closer to where you sat.

“Just frustration,” you said.

“With yourself?” Changbin asked, but his tone left much to be imagined, and you grinned at his astuteness.

“With Chan too.”

“Yeah,” Changbin nodded - like it made perfect sense. “I can tell.”

“He’s been preoccupied with the album,” you said. “I get that it’s more important than me.”

“Hey!” Changbin protested. “You know that’s not true.”

His soft and sympathetic tone almost made you start crying afresh. “He doesn’t have time for me anymore.”

Changbin was quiet, studying you intently. “Chan gets wrapped up in what he’s doing too easily. It’s like this zone for him, and nothing else is allowed in that zone except for music and lyrics.”

“So, there’s no space for me?”

“I think there should be,” Changbin countered. “And you need to tell him that.”

You sighed at the thought of confronting Chan after everything that had happened earlier. “I don’t know...”

“Be honest with him, Y/N,” Changbin said, and he reached out to squeeze your hand in reassurance. “Everyone knows that Chan loves you more than anything.”

“He has a funny way of showing it,” you scoffed.

“So tell him that,” Changbin said - like it could be so simple.

Or....maybe it was?

That night, you knocked on Chan’s bedroom door twice before entering at his gentle inquiry.

“Hey,” you said, hesitating in the doorway.

“Y/N,” Chan said, and you were surprised to see him close the laptop screen, patting the empty spot next to you on the mattress. “Come here.”

You swallowed hard, forcing your feet into gear as they brought you to his bedside. “I didn’t want to bother you-”

“You’re not,” Chan said, and his gaze was chastened as he sighed. “Changbin talked to me earlier...”

“Of course he did,” you grumbled, planting yourself next to him.

“Yeah...” Chan trailed off again. “I guess I owe you an apology.”

You frowned. “For what exactly? Seems like I’m the one who got in the way. Guess you haven’t really needed me these past few weeks.”

“Are you kidding, Y/N?” Chan frowned, leaning up to kiss you suddenly and unexpectedly. “Of course I always need you.”

You could barely contain your smile, pulling apart to sigh happily at his reassurance. “It’s just...I know we have the album, but I thought we could still do the little things like we used to.”

Chan nodded, gaze contemplative. “I’ve been ignoring you without even realizing it.”

You allowed your eyes to fall. “And in practice today...”

“That was uncalled for,” Chan interrupted. “I should’ve never raised my voice. The stress I’m feeling shouldn’t punish everyone else...especially you.”

His tone was earnest, and you could feel your shoulders dropping with every word. “Changbin was the one who said I should talk to you.”

“He was right,” Chan said, leaning in closer again. “You can always come to me, yeah?”

“I really didn’t feel like I could,” you admitted.

“Then that’s my fault,” Chan said. “It’s something I need to work on cuz’ we’re in this together, Y/N.

He smiled then. “You aren’t getting rid of me anytime soon.”

You giggled at his teasing. “I can’t help it that I like you so much.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Chan whispered, eyelids drooping when he watched you move your hand against his thigh, coming to rest at the interesting outline at the front of his sweatpants.

“I’ve also really needed you.”

“Are you gonna put me in my place, love?” Chan asked, and you hated the arrogant smirk taunting you just as much as your shameless act of groping his cock through the front of his pants.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “I can do that for you.”

It took less than a second for Chan to roll over top of you, grinning in a self-satisfied way as he slowly pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. 

You watched him with a contented groan as he threw them into the floor, parting your thighs to make room for him. Closing your eyes at the first swipe of his tongue against your slit, searching for a familiar mess of curls through a narrowed line. “I’ll make it all better, love,” Chan promised, and your fingers shot out to find purchase against his strong shoulders, arching your back at the promise of a night you couldn’t possibly forget.

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Dangerous and Divine - Part 20

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 Hopefully you’ve guessed by now that is my “Billy Russo Deserves Real Love AU” as I totally refuse to accept what happened in S2! The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

You’d just realised that - despite his little caveman episode earlier on - you didn’t ever want any man except Billy in your life.

Still gazing into his dark chocolate eyes, you heard yourself saying, “I think I’ll have that ring, please.”

You really wished you’d had your phone in your hand to take a photo of Billy’s face, because it was what they call ‘a picture’.

Never had you seen his mouth drop open so wide. He gaped at you for what felt like minutes, until he stuttered, “Th... the ring???” You nodded, “Yeah.”

He grabbed your hand and stood up, moving quickly out of the booth and dragging you along with him. Glancing at the waitress, who was looking very surprised, he said happily, “Sorry, miss. We’re gonna have to leave. Sorry ‘bout that.” She shrugged and turned away as Billy rushed to the door, you in tow.

Once outside you huffed, “Billy! Slow down! And what about lunch?!” “Nah, nah, nah. Lunch’s gonna have to wait!” “But I’m starving!” “Angel, I’ll get you lunch soon, I promise ya. Right now? I need to get you back to the apartment. Get that ring on your finger ‘fore you change your mind!”

He continued moving along the sidewalk at speed, gripping your hand tightly almost like he thought you’d try to get away. You were beginning to pant slightly as he was going at such a rate, his long legs eating up the sidewalk, and you laughed breathlessly, “Seriously, Billy, slow down!” He dropped back ever so slightly, “Nearly there, angel,” he grinned at you.

Eventually you arrived back at his apartment, Billy throwing open the door and then slamming it behind the two of you. Just as well he doesn’t have neighbours up here, you thought, otherwise they wouldn’t be very happy.

The next second, Billy’s mouth was on yours in a fiery kiss. He broke away, “Wait there, wait there!” He almost bounced over to the kitchen table and grabbed the ring box. Meanwhile, you were smiling at his goofy schoolboyish enthusiasm. Then he was back in front of you and dropping to one knee again, but this time looking happy as a clam. The ring box was held up towards you, open on this occasion, and its occupant sparkled at you as it caught the light.

A bit out of breath, he said your name in a serious tone before continuing, “....I’ve said all this to you before, but I’ll say it over and over again. As many times as you need me to say it. I want you in my life.... I’ll always want you in my life, angel. I love you so much it hurts, and I can’t be without you.” The dark eyes stared intently into yours, “Will you marry me? Please?”

This time you reached out and stroked the hand which was holding the ring box, “Yes, Billy.... I will.���

The smile which appeared on his face would’ve put the sun to shame. He leapt up, fumbling a bit as he took the ring out of the box, taking hold of your hand and sliding it onto your waiting finger. It fitted perfectly. How’d he manage that? you thought.

But when you met Billy’s eyes they were full of tears. You immediately reached up and stroked his face, “Billy.... you’re crying.” He sucked in a big breath and wiped a hand across his eyes, pulling you into his arms and just holding you close.

“Thank you,” he whispered next to your ear. “I really hope you don’t feel like I pressurised you into this, angel. It means so much to me that you said yes. But just ‘cause I wanted it so bad doesn’t mean I ignored what you said before. Hey, we can still get to know each other while you’re wearin’ that ring on your finger. I just wanted something that said to the world you’re mine.”

“Big sap,” you smiled against his chest. He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve already admitted I am,” before tipping your chin up with one long finger. His lips hovered over yours, “You’re my fiancée now.” You nodded, “Yes I am.” His mouth gently met yours and he kissed you... softly, slowly, with love.

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After a prolonged and passionate kissing session on Billy’s sofa, you two finally made it back out for lunch. Which mightily pleased you, as you were absolutely starving by now. Billy had your hand in his and he was happily swinging both your arm and his backwards and forwards as you two walked back to the same diner you’d been in earlier.

He’d asked if you wanted to go elsewhere, but you just couldn’t face going even a little bit further away - you were sure you’d faint from hunger if you did.

The same waitress looked round from where she was leaning on the counter as you and Billy went back in, and tracked you over to the same booth you’d occupied before. Whipping out her notepad and pen, she was once again drinking in Billy with her eyes and ignoring you so a bit pettily, you picked up the menu with a flourish so that the diamonds in your ring flashed as they caught the light.

Her eyes were drawn to it - as you’d expected them to be - and widened quite noticeably. Billy was smirking at you, as he knew exactly what you were doing. He repeated almost the same thing he’d said earlier, “And my fiancée will have.....”

You hid a grin and ordered steak and chips, and Billy smiled “I’ll have the same,” at the waitress, before switching his gaze back to you a millisecond later. She looked at you, her mouth set in an irritated line and turned on her heel without another word. “And two beers, please,” you called after her. “Okay,” she said over her shoulder. You grinned over at your fiancé - your stomach leapt as you thought of him as that for the first time - “Y’know, if she worked for me, I’d fire her.” Billy nodded, smirking, “I know you would, angel. And not just ‘cause she’s got the hots for your fiancé.”

You swiped the menu at his his head, and he ducked out of the way with a joyous chuckle. You could tell that Billy was almost incandescent with happiness, and you felt glad that you’d made him really smile again.

While waiting on your food, you had a ‘brilliant’ idea. With Billy watching on with an amused smirk on his face, you took a photo of your ring and sent it to Karen.

About 10 seconds later, your phone rang and you answered it to a long loud shriek of “Ohmygod-Ohmygod-Ohmygod!” “Hi Karen,” you replied, holding the phone away from your ear and smiling at Billy.

She took a breath before saying, “So you did it! What happened to slowing down and waiting a little bit, then?!” You laughed, putting the phone on speaker, “I came round to Billy’s way of thinking.” You heard a chuckle from her, then Frank’s voice in the background, “Whass goin’ on?” Karen filled him in on the new development, he yelled something unintelligible and then suggested you all meet up for a celebratory drink. “Did you hear that?” asked Karen, “Wanna meet up for a drink?”

You looked over at Billy with a raised eyebrow, he nodded, so you said to Karen you’d meet the two of them at a bar halfway between the two neighbourhoods.

After consuming your late lunch faster than the speed of light, you and Billy headed out from the diner (you couldn’t resist giving the waitress the brightest smile as she frowned over at you while Billy paid) and walked to the bar to meet your two friends. Just as you approached it, a body slammed into you and two arms got you in a bear hug. Initially freezing in shock, you relaxed as you heard Karen squealing into your ear.

You managed to extricate yourself and as you did so, she grabbed your left hand, pulling it up to her face and squealing again, “Oh...! oh my god, it looks so good on you!” Grinning, you replied, “Why thank you,” as you made your way into the bar. Heading to an empty table, Frank went to the bar and ordered a bottle of champagne, returning to the table with it in an ice bucket. “Didn’t really see Frank as a champagne kinda guy,” you whispered to Karen. She and Billy grinned as Frank said. “I heard that!” and you looked at him apologetically, “C’mon, Frank, when was the last time you drank champagne?” He smiled, but a bit sadly, “At my wedding.”

Oh no, you thought, feeling instantly guilty. However Frank laughed now, “But if this isn’t a good time to take my second hit of champagne, I don’t know what is!” He glanced fondly over at Billy, who seemed to have a permanent smile on his face, then back at you, shaking his head and smiling, “You two.... I can’t keep up with you!”

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After several pleasant hours of drinking, chatting and laughing, you’d all eventually left the bar and gone your separate ways. Billy was now mildly tipsy, and insisted on walking down the street with both arms wrapped right around you. Which was fine until you met people coming in the other direction, meaning you had to dodge round them in an awkward dance, pulling Billy this way and that while he just clung onto you like an extra-large koala bear.

Back at his place, you were amused to see Billy’s eyes beginning to close drowsily, so despite all the filthy promises he’d been whispering into your ear the entire walk back, you two ended up just falling into bed and going to sleep.

You weren’t sure how many hours later, but you started to surface from your deep sleep as you suddenly became aware of hands on your breasts and something hard between your legs. Your eyes slowly opened to see Billy’s big dark eyes looking down into yours and then his hand found its way to your ring finger, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. Billy had somehow managed to part your legs and manoeuvre himself between them while you were sleeping on your side. Realising that Billy was already inside you and beginning to thrust, you whispered, “Billy, you cheeky big devil!!! I’m not awake yet,” but you only heard a low laugh from him as he carried on making love to you.

He was nuzzling into your neck, kissing and licking so you decided to take what was yours and grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulling on it. He laughed out loud, “I guess you get to do that whenever you like now,” and thrust extra deep, making you gasp. “Definitely,” you managed to say as he rolled you over onto your back and pulled your knees up. His lips moved to your breasts, and your head went back onto the pillows as his tongue did its best work.

Suddenly he hit your sweet spot, and you hauled on his hair like you were trying to rein in a runaway horse, hearing an answering “Ow!” from him. You were just smirking to yourself when your climax hit you, and your mind went blank as you became completely immersed in it. Billy kept up his fast pace until you felt him shudder and release into you, his mouth biting down on your shoulder.

He moved onto his back, but somehow managing to stay inside you for the moment even as he softened. “Sweetheart.... you know I’m happy that you like my hair, but I truly don’t wanna be bald!” he laughed as he tried to get his breath back.

“I’ll buy you a wig!” you replied, “...sorry, Billy... not gonna stop pulling your hair, you know I’m not.”

Billy smiled lazily over at you, eyes staring into yours as he pulled slowly out of you, saying happily, “Yeah, angel, don’t worry... I know you’re not!”

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After breakfast, which involved a certain amount of kissing as well as the food items, you said to Billy that you needed to go shopping. You were just finishing a catch-up text with Jake, and noticed Billy reaching for his jacket. “No!” you blurted out, and he looked over at you in confusion and with a slightly hurt look on his face.

Billy seemed to need to be physically attached to you right now; he couldn’t stop stroking, touching, hugging, kissing you (with some licking thrown in there for good measure), so he looked really disappointed that you were insisting on going on your own. “I’ve just got a couple of extremely boring things to pick up, poppet and I don’t want to inflict that on you,” you soothed, going over to him for yet another long kiss.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he grumbled, “...how long you gonna be?” You stroked his face, “Not long, I promise.” A slightly happier look on his face, he sprawled out on the sofa and switched on the TV, so you sang out, “Bye!” and made your escape, a satisfied little smirk on your face.

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Twenty minutes later, you were in Harry Winston’s Fifth Avenue store. The sales assistant was looking at you as if you’d been let out of a psychiatric unit for the day. You’d just handed her a ring made of out of a sliver of Post-It note, rolled up and sellotaped together. She took it from you, holding it between two fingers as if it might bite her.

You sighed, and decided to explain the situation to her as otherwise you didn’t think she’d take you seriously. “Look, my fiancé got me this ring....” extending your rock-laden finger towards her, “... but it was a complete surprise.” She now gave you a warm smile, recognising one of their very expensive engagement rings.

“And I want to get him a ring,” you carried on, “...and I want it to be a surprise for him too. Had to pretend I was just idly wrapping scrap paper round his fingers while I was watching something on Netflix.” It did look like something a kindergarten kid might’ve made, but you were quite proud of your improvised way of finding out Billy’s ring size.

Now she was really getting into it, leading you to a display case of big chunky men’s rings. “I’ve got something in mind, but I’m not sure you’ll have it in stock yet.” She gave you a quizzical look, and you described a ring you’d noticed recently in a fashion magazine; a fairly thin matt black titanium band, with two ultra-thin strips of platinum running round each edge. You knew that one of those chunky ones just wouldn’t look right at all on Billy’s long, slim finger.

She gave you a huge smile, “We’ve just launched some new collections, and that’s one of them! - our Midnight range. Please wait here, madam, and I’ll be right back.”

Soon you were on your way back uptown to Lenox Hill, and this time you were the one with a ring box hidden away out of sight.

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As you let yourself into the apartment and hung up your jacket by the door, you noticed that Billy had dozed off on the sofa. You loved watching Billy sleep, so perched on the edge next to him and stroked back a couple of strands of hair which had strayed onto his forehead.

He awoke at your touch, smiling sleepily up at you, “Angel, you’re back...”

You took hold of his left hand, and scrabbled around in your bag for the ring box. “Billy.... you remember you said you wanted something to show the world I belonged to you?” He gazed back at you warily, as if he thought you might’ve changed your mind while you were out. “Uh... yeah?”

“Well, snap!” you said, finally finding the box, opening it and then sliding the black band onto his ring finger.

Billy’s eyes widened, and mouth opened in surprise. “Wow!” he said, sitting up and looking at it closely, “I love it!” You breathed a sigh of relief: some guys didn’t even like wearing their wedding bands, never mind an engagement ring. “So you’ll wear it?” you asked. He nodded, “Uhuh, course I will, angel!”

He turned his hand this way and that, and you admired how good the slim band looked on his finger.

His dark eyes met yours, and he gave a low chuckle, “Ha, see...? Now you’ve got me on that leash, sweetheart!”

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🪐Tues 1 Dec ‘20🍌

Harry Styles Reacts to Banana Innuendo by Creating More Banana Innuendo

A little bit of Harry today but packing a big, uh, impact; there were pictures of the DWD set where one of the blurry blobs is distinctively Harold, and a much clearer fan pic of him driving a top down convertible in Palm Springs recently, personifying old Hollywood glamour looks even off the set, and! We see him in the Variety Hitmakers promo vid briefly, like very briefly, I literally blinked and missed it the first time, but the amount of information he gets across in those 4 or 5 frames! WOW. Okay so first of all he's wearing a necklace that is literally A DICK BANANA! It's a penis in a banana peel!! I mean we have always been knew that Harry was a big lover of... bananas... but he really just said no more subtext this time damn. It being Gucci is just the hilarious sprinkle on the sundae, they are really making the content Harry deserves huh? But let's not let that distract us from unpeeling the rest of this iconic look- his shirt says 'waiting for sunset', I see your sun reference there sir, and his sweater, an iconic cardigan first seen 3 years ago (it's the space boy sweater!!!), features daffodils, a heart pierced by an arrow (wait do those two things... go together or something...?), two birds, bugs and butterflies, and fish! Also it's beautiful. Someone make recreating these a tiktok trend please and tell me how to make one!

Comedian Nick Kroll, who is part of Don't Worry Darling, says Harry (er sorry I mean “ethereal demigod of love Harry Styles,” as per Vuture) was the first to know about his engagement, beating out even family by texting for up to the minute updates (“have you done it yet? What's going on?”). “He doesn’t know it yet,” Kroll says, “but he’s gonna be the guardian of all of our children.” Uh huh like that wasn't his play all along, he's even got this guy convinced it was his own idea! I assume Harry's plotting the tattoo space for their names even now, but hopefully he won't also be texting for constant updates on the babymaking process...

Who woke up with Liam today?? Well, if you missed that pleasure, he greeted us to say good morning and that it was “strange being the voice waking you up” but he hoped it wasn't too annoying and that we had a blessed day while Naughty List (#1 tik tok song third week in a row) played gently in the background. Thanks Liam! (Then Roman Kemp does what is I guess a Harry impression? Not his best tbh. Also no bananas or dicks, not convincing at all.) Liam also tells Roman that no, he's never done positive affirmations, what are those-- I was already looking forward to the advent for ME but now I'm excited for it for Liam too! No Liam, may YOU have a blessed day and learn all about saying nice things to yourself. The sleep story content isn't available yet, but lots of people went to sleep last night with Liam on their mind already even so; CelebTM, desperate to cling to their moment of notoriety and retain their directioner readers, published a ziam primer, and apparently their ploy is working cause suddenly everyone was talking about ziam. I mean okay but my dudes are you really letting CELEBTM guide your fandom? That just won't end well. But however suspect the source, ziam trended on twitter throughout the day yesterday, and then Gigi posted a pic of Zayn resting his face on her preggers belly from back in the summer, and then the fandom sort of split into the people trending Ziam harder and the people cooing at the pic for being cute so I guess if Gigi was trying to shush people as was the widespread theory, maybe it half worked? Or maybe it just made people about it talk more, hard to say. But! Either way it gave us an unseen of Zayn, so thats a win.

BBC1 will play Louis' christmas special from last year again this christmas day-- a whole hour of Louis playing great songs and chatting! (Remember how he played the same christmas song that Harry had called a family favorite when he covered it at Jingle Ball a couple weeks before? good times!) I guess you could be sad that it's a rerun, and yes who wouldn't want a new one, but also you could be happy cause it was super good and it's on again! Anyway judging by the influence celebtm is wielding, half of the fandom is new people right now anyway so I'm sure it will be new to many, so enjoy it friends. A registered but unreleased Louis song, One Track Mind, showed minor changes to a listing. Movement behind the scenes? Always, but if it moving closer to us, happy days!

Meanwhile on instagram Harris Reed said "I think the thing that's so beautiful about Harry is the fact that he does what he wants to do because he believes in it,” and “he immediately kind of understood I didn’t want to just make pretty clothes, I had a strong message for providing fluidity,” Louis liked posts from Liam Gallagher (about supporting crew) and Helene, Liam did what the grammys failed to- congratulated The Weeknd on his success (a whole year in the top 100), and Harry and Louis are up against each other-- no not like that, in a fan voted competition for 'Best Male'.  A pretty big hat to fill but better one of them than most anyone else! If you have a strong preference (and boy do some of you) go cast your vote! Let the infighting begin, uh, continue.

#Harry styles #liam payne #zayn #louis tomlinson #OK tbh I can see how to make a space boy sweater but it would be a lot of work to do such nice appliques #and you'd have to get the designs to applique somehow...ugh too hard :( #liam #louis #harry potter #bananas #meanwhile antis-- he likes dick themed stuff because he has a dick!! no like....srsly. I... #harris reed #one track mind #harry has a one track mind #Gigi Hadid #variety hitmakers #nick kroll #app his parents are mad now lmao #roman kemp #the weeknd #Liam Gallagher #1 dec 20 #helene horlyck