#violins and sick electric guitar riffs just do it for me

[mycological-mariner]

God Maná fucks so hard

[live-love-laugh-lesbian]

hi hi hii sorry ive been a bit busy but i love talking to you <33

ooh gift giving day is coming closerrr i lowkey hope you like yours ajsjfjdjc

fun fact: i listened to story of us for the first time today?!??? i know im crazy ajdjejsjd such a fan i am

alsoo while we are on the topic of my little pony ajdjrjs whats your favourite character?

herbal tea is soo good and chamomile tea after a hard dayy soo reall unfortunately i cant function properly without coffee so i prefer coffee ajdjfjsjf but tea is definitely more calming and probably more healthy for me lmao

see, i would pick master any instrument bc im not a sporty person andjdjs im more into music been learning it since i was 6 and i own an acoustic guitar which i would love to be able to play barre chords on but tbf the main instrument id like to master is ELECTRIC GUITARSSSS omg im obsessed w electric guitars theyre absolutely loml any character that plays them will forever be my favourite character electric guitars are SO HOT sorry im very passionate abt them i would love to be able to play some sick riffs on an electric guitar (also they just overall look so cool omg akdkejsjd) ive always wanted to learn electric guitar since i was a kid or like a bass 😍😍

anywayss amdjeksjd what would you pick? and my question for you: if you could pursue 3 careers what would they be? (if you dont mind sharing) alsoo cats or dogs? and sky blue or baby pink?

-swiftie spring exchange anon

Hello again! Is ok, no need to apologise! I'm enjoying talking to you as well! (Also low key shocked you only just heard that song the other day?? I swear it was everywhere at one point XD)

I'm sure I will like mine!! I am stressing over if my person will like theirs tho XD

My favourite MLP character is Rainbow Dash, but I'm a fan of Applejack too. I like the dynamics Applejack has with everyone, whilst with Rainbow Dash I think she's just super cool. How can I not love a rainbow pegasus??

Pfft sometimes coffee confuses me because everyone I know who drinks it seems to drink it for the caffeine...do people actually like coffee itself, or is it the caffeine? I'm mostly joking but also very confused XD And ooh...honestly electric guitars are very cool. I don't know why but they're just always associated with cool for whatever reason?? Electric instruments fascinate me however. Like what we make electric vs what we don't...imagine an electric violin. Or a flute. A recorder XD Idk but basically I can see why you'd pick that!! It's really cool you can do the guitar! I am terrible with music (I tried to learn the violin as a kid...I broke part of it on the very first day, panicked, and tried to fix it with superglue. It...sorta worked, enough so that I managed to just keep quiet about it until I turned 18 and was well away from consequences regarding breaking it lol.)

I think personally I'd like to go sports, but opportunities are low where I am, so it feels a bit wasted :( So maybe music? Ideally sports, especially anything that lets me go super fast. ALSO I want to be able to swim. And currently I uh cannot. And keep failing at trying to learn. Oh well.

Okay so 3 careers...I feel like I'm gonna be a bit vague here. First is my ideal career of "something that helps children with special educational needs". Whether that's like, support in schools, or making sure schools provide the right support, idk. Second...probably something medical? When I was younger I had wanted to study medicine at uni. I did not in the end but yeah! Helping out in the medical industry would be fun. And third...an animator! I've not got the patience for it tho XD What about you??

And cats!! I have two, one of which is sleeping beside the computer and the other is currently climbing over the keyboard and trying to sit on my arms. She is very helpful (sarcasm) but I love her so she gets away with everything XD You? And unsure on the pink vs blue...probably blue? In general I prefer warm colours to cool colours, but if I look around I have more blue things than pink things so maybe blue is the exception?

And last but not least, my question to you: of the four elements, air, water, fire and earth, which would you most like to be able to control?

[radramblog]

on Megalovania

This wasn’t what I originally planned to write today, but things change when cool news comes in. Besides, I’m in a pissy mood, and I want to write about something fun to try to change that.

To coincide with the 6th year anniversary of Undertale’s release, Toby Fox has announced the upcoming release of the second chapter of its…sequel?, Deltarune. And in honour of that very sudden and very sick announcement, I thought I’d do a piece on what many would describe as Toby’s iconic song, Megalovania. It’s had a fair few iterations at this point, so there’s plenty of meat to go through.

This may or may not be just an excuse to talk about Homestuck again. But there will be other things! I promise! Mostly those, actually.

Megalovania first appeared as the final boss theme for Toby’s Earthbound Romhack (back when he still went by Radiation), The Halloween Hack. Considering the works that would follow, THH has kind of been buried in history, and in some ways, that’s for the best. It’s very 2000s edgy, if you catch my drift.

Toby has stated that the original intent was for the final boss music to be Megalomania, from the soundtrack to another SNES JRPG, Live a Live (not to be confused with Kill la Kill), but he couldn’t get it to work for whatever reason. In a way, that’s kind of a shame, because Megalomania is an absolute bop, but I’m not going to act like what we got wasn’t also very good.

The original version of Megalovania from THH probably sounds kind of basic to those more used to the modern iterations. Do keep in mind that this was designed to be played by a now 26-year-old game on an even older console, and its not like SNES romhacking was easy at the time. Earthbound (and by extension, the Halloween Hack) are in this weird place where the soundtrack definitely still sounds really limited or bitcrushed at times, but some tracks (such as Pokey Means Business!) manage to sound excellent.

Megalovania is somewhere in between, I think. The guitar riff that drives the whole track sounds absolutely gorgeous, which is good, because I think that’s really the key element of the whole thing. The melodies present from other instruments throughout the whole thing vary in quality, both in the subjective sense and the fidelity sense, but without that riff, the song would be nothing. It’s the one truly consistent thing through every single version of Megalovania, it’s the heart of the track, and it’s surprisingly simple for something that sounds so driving and intense.

The context surrounding Megalovania iteration number one is somewhat more awkward to talk about. Like I said, The Halloween Hack is edgy, and I fucking mean it. The story is (after some preamble) a descent into the mind of Dr. Andonuts from the original game, having been driven mad on account of being in a timeline where Ness and friends don’t come back alive from the confrontation with Giygas. After a long metaphysical journey, the main character (who is Varik from Brandish for some reason) confronts Andonuts’s psyche itself as the final boss, who begs for mercy before flipping his lid with, well. I’ll just quote it. Keep in mind this is what you’re reading as Megalovania starts to play:

               “I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOUR SHIT. you little fuckers are going to have your bodies ripped in half. I’ll shove your asses so far down your throats that when you crap you’ll sing fucking beethoven”

“tl;dr: eat shit, [slur redacted]”

 Which if you ask me is a little much. As spooky as the whole romhack is, Andonuts’s dialogue is so utterly over-the-top that it’s hard to take seriously. It’s such a pristine combination of the humour both of the time and of Toby’s likely age at the time. It’s still a fairly impressive piece of work as a whole, but considering where we’re up to, one could call this humble beginnings for Megalovania.

The track’s next big outing was as part of the Homestuck soundtrack. I’d argue that this is really where Toby got his name out there, seeing as much of his early notoriety came from his huge contributions to the webcomic’s lengthy list of albums, and also the fact that apparently Undertale was in part coded in Hussie’s basement. I don’t remember where I heard that first, but I’ve heard it from multiple sources, so.

This version of the song, styled as MeGaLoVania, starts off with a bit of a statement, with the opening notes being very much on a real shreddy-ass electric guitar, but the body of the song is actually largely the same (if cleaned up and with some different instruments) as THH’s version. Of course, this version does have more going on, as evidenced by a few of the guitar lines carrying on new melodies, as well as continuing in the background behind sections from the original piece. Owing a lot to the increased instrumentation and fidelity, this version of Megalovania is easily the rockiest, especially as the final minute of the track brings in Vriska’s banger of a theme (also composed by Fox) and the drums pick up in intensity.

While Homestuck’s soundtrack is incredibly vast, relatively little of it actually ended up being used in the webcomic itself. MeGaLoVania, of course was used, and it was right during what I’d argue was the comic’s peak in Act 5 Act 2. The animation featuring the song, [S] Wake, is such an incredible pair of oh holy FUCK moments, what with the revival of Aradia and her actually being able to (temporarily (heh)) halt the story’s main threat, and also Vriska just fucking murdering Tavros, no biggie. Looking back at it now, the whole thing feels kind of quaint, the animation style in particular (it was just Like That), but it was such a big deal at the time. It doesn’t hurt that this is easily my favourite version of Megalovania, because I’m a sucker for guitar noodling, and also a sucker for Vriska’s theme.

Homestuck (and MeGaLoVania) was pretty big in the early ‘10s, but at the end of the day, the comic and track were still very niche. And then 2015 rolled around, and Undertale came out, and suddenly it was everywhere.

As someone who’s known the song since before the game came out, it is somewhat disappointing to have it so strongly associated with Sans. Especially since A. He already has a much more fitting theme, and B. it’s so clearly the theme of that specific fight, and even moreso that of the Genocide player themselves, but fine, whatever. MEGALOVANIA, as it is styled, is very much a more bombastic version of the theme, one with more experience under the belt, and more control behind the context. After all, in this case, Toby didn’t have to wrangle with the limitations of SNES Romhacking or of featuring the track in someone else’s work. The track still has the base elements of a chiptune and chugging guitars, but the different soundfont used helps a lot to elevate the whole track’s intensity. In particular, I think the verses (do they count as verses? I know very little actual music theory, sorry) sound miles better in this iteration than any of the previous, and the snappy percussion is subtle but also great.

There are a lot of things that make the Sans fight so memorable, and MEGALOVANIA is obviously one of them. I imagine many would cite the sheer difficulty as another, but more important than that is the way it plays with expectations. In the Genocide run, you are the most attuned to the game’s combat system, and you’ve spent enough time wailing on Undyne to have expectations about how fighting Sans is going to be. And then he attacks first with an insane hard-to-dodge combo, he gets to dodge attacks, and he gets to force you onto a time limit. It breaks the rules of the game in such a shocking way that it’s hard not to find it memorable. This is not even mentioning the wild lore implications behind the fight’s dialogue, or that such a silly character goes so fuckin hard during a scrap.

Silly is something Sans is, which people seem to forget considering how much of his associated fan material is based around this one fight. Man spends half the game napping and selling hot dogs and telling awful puns. It does bug me a little, but I completely understand the impact of the scene. Despite most players never seeing it, it has to be one of the most iconic facets of the whole thing.

While hundreds if not thousands of remixes and covers of Megalovania exist at this point, most of them aren’t worth bringing up, because I don’t have infinite time on my hands, and because they’re not official. I do want to quickly bring up Megalo Strike Back, a track Toby made for an Earthbound fan album, because it slaps like hell. It’s clearly got a few of the elements of Megalovania, but the melody is so much more mysterious and eerie, and yet also kinda jaunty. I’m a big fan, and considering how many fan animations and games I’ve heard it in, so are a lot of folks.

The other version I’d like to bring up is, of course, the version that appeared in Smash Ultimate. Considering Nintendo’s typical policy surrounding fan media, having a track that originates from a SNES Romhack in fucking Smash is both incredible and hilarious.

Musically, however, it’s not that notable. The first minute or so, in fact is basically just the Undertale version with a slightly different mix (as it’s styled MEGALOVANIA, that’s the version being referenced here), though I think some of the later parts are in a slightly different key that sounds pretty interesting. I’m not sure how I feel about the piano section- on the one hand, I’m not really a fan of that instrumentation, on the other, it is very Smash, and the violins that come in are great. And then there’s guitar noodling on the back half! I just noticed that! It’s different from the Homestuck version, though.

And that’s all I have to say about Megalovania, I think. It’s a song with a surprisingly storied history, and one that is unlikely to be forgotten as long as people still remember Undertale, Homestuck, or even the Halloween Hack. And considering at the very least the popularity of the former, that’s going to be a long time away.

…okay two more things, one I think battle against a true hero is better than MEGALOVANIA and two James Roach aka probably the biggest lategame Homestuck composer remixed Megalovania for Pesterquest but it’s reaaaaaally subtle until like 3 minutes in and he called it “yeah, it is” and that’s fucking hilarious okay bye

[anxious-l0ser]

Still Into You

so um, i guess, welcome to my first full fic? idk, this was supposed to just be a ficlet, but my mind wondered and wouldn't stop, so now i have this lmao. this is basically a LAMP fic (only one chapter) in a rock band au, where Roman is the lead singer, Virgil is the guitarist, Patton is the bassist, and Logan is the drummer (generic, ik, let me live lmao) (also somebody please teach me how to tag shit, idk how-)

Ship: romantic LAMP

Warnings: concerts, ig? mentions of kissing, homophobia in the musical industry

The cheers from the crowd echoed back to Roman in a perfect harmony, his veins pumping the pure electricity from the energy in the room, and even their imperfect, gasping breaths for air seemed to mix perfectly into the internal beat of the room.

Roman had never felt such euphoria.

“Thank you, LA!”

Another round of applause and cheering caused Roman’s head to feel floaty, a dopey smile already playing around on his face as he tried to suppress the laugh bubbling up in his chest. He always found the feeling of performing intoxicating, and the presence of his bandmates was no help.

He couldn’t really stop feeling happy when surrounded by his secret lovers.

It was hidden pretty quickly after they figured out what kind of relationship they wanted, and it was hard. Of course it was. How could Roman resist for so long, when Virgil was so perfectly disheveled from giving it his all on his guitar? When Patton was giggling so happily that the crowd seemed to visibly grin back at him? When Logan looked so ready to start another song at any moment, but that didn’t stop the poorly hidden smirk that he had from pure pride in his drumming? Roman barely had enough willpower to kiss them all senseless, but they could do plenty of that backstage. Right now, they just had to be best friends for the crowd, and Roman had to stop himself from waxing poetry right there, in front of everybody.

“Thank you all for such a wonderful evening, you’ve been an amazing crowd!”

Roman was cut off again by their cheering, but he could never find it in himself to be angry at that.

“We have one more song for you, so let’s make it count!”

The excitement in the room was so contagious Roman couldn’t stop himself from laughing from the euphoric feeling of pure energy. He gave Logan a nod and a smile, and the other two shared a look before a familiar beat began, and the crowd cheered in recognition.

“If you know, why don’t you sing it with me!”

And Roman had the best performance of his life.

***

“Thank you, again. Are you sure you don’t need assistance in packing everything into the bus?”

Patton’s feet swang in the air as he sat on the edge of the stage, rocking left to right from the pure excitement of tonight’s performance. He watched Logan with a far-away look, his eyes really examining how beautiful he could look even after a 2-hour performance and 16-hour plane ride. It didn’t seem fair, but as long as he got to look at him, he supposed it was okay.

“I know, he looks so pretty.”

Patton jumped slightly, relaxing when he saw it was only Roman, giving him a dopey smile.

“He really is. Did you see that thing he did for track four? It was so cool, I didn’t expect it! Oh, oh, and then Virgil just played off of that and started adding a bunch of riffs, and don’t even get me started on that run you did, it just all worked so perfectly-!”

Patton could’ve ranted for hours on end about how perfect his lovers always seemed to perform, but he stopped to match Roman’s love-sick grin.

“Thank you, sunshine. You were...simply exquisite tonight! How you dare to have so much talent and beauty in you still astonishes me to this day.”

Of course, Patton had unlocked sappy Roman. He giggled as Roman started peppering his face with kisses, trying to mumble back as many compliments as possible for every one of Roman’s admirations. He didn’t even notice that they had a crowd until someone cleared their throat, and he turned to see a smirking Virgil, already shaking his head.

“Only half an hour and you’re already all over each other?”

He teasingly poked, sitting on the other side of Patton while the other two shared a smile.

“Can you blame me? How am I supposed to do another 49 2-hour performances without kissing my talented and beautiful boyfriends?”

“It’s called self-control, love.”

Logan remarked as he walked over, locking his phone after presumably shooting a text to their manager. His tie was usually pulled down before performances for comfort, more of a stylistic choice, but the first few buttons of his shirt were also unbuttoned, and his sleeves were rolled, comfortable for helping the crew pack up.

“How am I supposed to have ‘self-control’ when I’m faced with such temptation?”

Logan rolled his eyes but didn’t stop Roman from pulling him in by his waist for a kiss. Logan’s hands came to wrap around his neck and they didn’t go far once separated, their hands intertwined as Logan joined their tiny circle.

“You did amazing tonight, Specs. I know you’ve been working on that for months.”

Virgil remarked, sending Logan a smile. Logan shrugged sheepishly as the other two showered him with similar affections. They had a habit of doing that, getting lost in their own little world that the only words they could understand were ‘I love you’.

It was a miracle they heard their manager at all.

“Great performance tonight, guys. The parking lot is practically buzzing with energy, y’all really didn’t hesitate for this first performance.”

The group shared smiles and ‘thank yous’ with their manager, before he pulled his usual serious face.

“I talked to the agency today-”

“And?”

Roman perked up immediately, not able to stop himself from his curiosity. They had proposed making their relationship public during the tour, talking about how excited their fans must be and how many people were already suspicious of them. Forcing them to be together for 2 whole hours without any displays of affection or words of love or looks of passion was pure torture, even if tonight was their first night. It just wasn’t fair. But from the resigned look that their manager gave them, they knew they had lost this fight again.

“-and...they’re thinking about it, really. They aren’t sponsoring this tour, but they...they threatened again. To end the contract if you didn’t ‘behave’, which would mean...an unforeseeable future after this tour. As much as I want you to be happy with one another and open about it, this could be your last tour if you’re not careful.”

The happy, underlying tones from the evening were starting to blur into the harsh reality of the business they were in. Of course, they knew they would face homophobes and backlash. Their sales may dip, their shows may not be fully packed, and, the most terrifying, in Roman’s opinion, they may not get re-signed with their label. Yes, Roman despised them with every fiber in his being, and he regretted convincing his boyfriends to make a band with him under that label everyday, but he couldn’t be completely mad when they helped pay his bills. The reality of the situation sucked, but it was honest. Their careers could be ruined by their relationship.

***

The squeak of his office chair and the soft noise of his bouncy ball hitting the ground every so often was the only noise heard within their hotel room. Roman had been trying to figure out a solution for their label issue that wouldn’t land in their careers being ruined, but so far, his mind had blanked the entire morning, not a single idea good enough to even be written down. 

He had tried, really, he had, so hard last night to reassure his boyfriends that everything would turn out okay, that they’d be able to be proud of who they were while also doing what they love. And he had finally made progress, getting all three of them out of bed to get breakfast from a nearby cafe, and in that time, Roman had been able to find every single flaw in his argument. He had pinpointed the exact moment he lost hope in ever being truly happy, and now, his brain was just a down spiral of what-if’s and fears. 

There was the underlying promise that they’d never be able to be public about their relationship without jeopardizing their entire careers, and even though Roman would lay everything down for his boyfriends, he had never seen them happier since they started performing.

It was kind of funny, how much they despised each other when they first met. Even Patton, who held so much love for them now that he almost felt like he was suffocating without showing it, had hated Roman’s guts, and Roman didn’t blame him. He was an arrogant, loud, cocky teenager with the perfect voice but the worst attitude. He sassed anybody and everybody that came to his competitions that he found at least a tiny bit threatening, and when he saw Logan, he knew instantly that they could never be friends.

Logan was a stuck-up, booksmart, angry nerd that never got along with Roman to begin with, but when he started playing the ever-predictable violin at a competition, Roman had practically led the crowd to booing him offstage.

The next week, when Virgil had mustered up enough courage to play piano at a competition, Roman was a little more generous at how nervous he seemed, but didn’t think twice about embarrassing him once he was off stage, mockingly babying him until he left.

Patton had showed up at the competition at the end of the month, and Roman had already seen how much fun he would have tormenting him. He was a too-nice-for-his-own-good kind of kid, with a smile that seemed too rehearsed, and Roman hated how well he was able to talk to the judges after singing a song. Singing was Roman’s thing, so he went all out for his performance, purposely using Patton’s performance as an example of what one shouldn’t do on stage. 

Roman was an absolute bitch.

And he regretted it, he regretted it to this day, despite his boyfriends constant attempts to reassure him that they were just kids, they were just young stupid teens that were all terrified of what people thought of them. Because Roman didn’t mean to be rude, but that’s the only way he knew to survive, after years of being in the same toxic friend group. When Virgil had stumbled upon Roman’s friends, it all seemed to click, and he still held a certain degree of resentment against him for bullying him. But when he told Logan and Patton, who he had managed to befriend, he had never seen Patton switch so quickly.

He organized a day for them all to hang out, despite all of their protests, and even though Roman really didn’t want to at the time, he still showed up. They talked and talked, growing more and more comfortable with one another as the time passed. At some point, Logan had asked Roman for critiques, but genuine critiques. No comparing performances, no school-yard name calling, and no rude names. Just genuine notes that Roman thinks can genuinely improve their performances. Because, even though young Logan never would’ve admitted it, Roman knew how to win those competitions.

So Roman did. He gave them notes. He talked about how talented they were (probably for a little too long, but he won’t say admit that) and how they could improve a bit of stage performance. That meant different things to all of them, but one day, Roman invited them over to his house to hang out again. Because this time, he would prove it to them. Yes, they were talented. Just at different things.

So when Patton played the bass like he was born playing, when Logan was able to find the beat of a song after only two seconds, and when Virgil was able to find all the notes on a guitar in record time, Roman knew they had found their element. It wasn’t that they weren’t talented. It was that they were talented in different things.

Roman almost didn’t hear his boyfriends return until the hotel door clicked close, and he looked up. They all looked varying degrees of concern, but after coming straight out of a daydream, there was a flash of them when they were still just kids. Smiling, ignorant, hopeful kids. The ones he fell in love with. 

“Ro? Are you okay?”

Patton approached him slowly, picking up a few of the crumpled up pieces of paper that Roman had thrown everywhere, throwing them away before placing his hands on Roman’s shoulders. Logan and Virgil joined shortly after, placing their breakfast on the table before Virgil sat on the floor next to Roman’s chair, holding his hand, and Logan stood in front of him, taking the other hand and placing a soft kiss to the back of it.

“Yeah….yeah I’m okay, now.”

Patton sighed out in relief, resting his forehead on Roman’s neck. Roman pulled on Logan’s hand until their foreheads were touching, and he squeezed Virgil’s hand. This is what he truly loved. Sure, the feeling of pure energy coursing through his body after a performance was wonderful. But just being here, existing with his loves, kissing them whenever he pleased and telling them, openly, about how much he loved them? That was a feeling that could never be replaced.

So screw the label, and the sales, and the homophobes, and all the people that’ll try to end his career. Roman was happy with his loves, and nothing could ever stop him from showing it.

“I...I have an idea for our performance tonight.”

***

Roman’s nerves were shot with pure adrenaline and he couldn’t believe this was real life. Standing on an entirely new stage in a different part of California, his hand on his mic, the cheering and pure excitement after completing their first song. It was like a drug to Roman, but the giddiness of what he was about to do next was partly to blame for his contagious smile and random giggling.

“Good evening, LA! How’re you doing tonight?”

Cheers and laughs were repeated back to him and Roman laughed out of sheer nervousness, his hands subtly shaking, but he was able to play it off.

“So tonight is actually a really special evening! You may not know why yet, but after this next song, you definitely will! It’s brand new, we’ve actually all been working on it for weeks, and we’re so excited to share it with you, called Still into You. So, this next song is dedicated to them.”

Excited squeals burst around Roman’s brain, and he smiled, nodding at the tech crew backstage. It was like a movie reel, a countdown from three and they started singing, their hands a bit jumpy from nerves but still perfectly combined to feel right. Pictures started flashing up on the screen behind them all, first of all of them as kids, getting to know each other all the way to high school. Pictures of a young Roman winning his first singing award, Logan and Patton’s first duet. Their first ever performance as a band was during a talent show, junior year. The crowd laughed and smiled at each photo, dancing along to the melodic singing of all of them together, but then came Roman’s favorite moment. 

Logan’s drumming started to quiet down, and all you could hear within the room was their instruments humming out the heart of the song and Roman’s voice.

“I’m into you. Baby, not a day goes by that I’m not into you! I should be over all the butterflies-!”

And just like that, it all came back, Virgil and Patton joining him on harmonies. And the pictures changed, and suddenly there was some understanding. Because the first photo, after Roman’s high note, was all four of them. Holding one another. And another, of them kissing. And another, more affectionate, more domestic, more loving than the world had ever seen them. And cheers could be heard, of excitement, of passion, of understanding, as everybody finally got a peek into their last few years. 

By the time they finished, the crowd was cheering louder than Roman even thought was possible. He was smiling, bigger than he ever had on stage, and he laughed out of the pure relief he felt of finally being able to say it. He loved them. He loved them with his entire being, and he wouldn’t ever try to hide it again. The crowd quieted only somewhat to let him speak, and when he did, he had to clear his throat to not tear up.

“The last four years of my life, I have never been so happy as I am with my boyfriends. And to say that they’re the loves of my life doesn’t even begin to cover how much I love them. Because I do. I fucking love them!”

The pure adrenaline coursing through their veins was reciprocated with so much support that all four of them couldn’t help but smile.

So no, Roman wasn’t worried about his career, or what he’d do at the end of the tour. What he cared about was that the entire world knew that he had found his soulmates. And he would never stop loving them.

[guitarsandviolins]

Guitars and Violins Chapter 10

Chapter 10: On the Road/Disaster strikes (Or so they think)

This Chapter contain smut. Warning

(Disclaimer! I own nothing of Korra!)

 Korra was asleep on the bed and the phone rang.

She picked it up.

“Hello?” asked Korra, “You’ve reached the house of the guitarist of the Tone Benders.”

“Korra, turn the TV on right now!” said Bolin, “You’ll wanna see this!”

“What is it?” asked Korra.

“They’re announcing the winners!” said Mako.

“WHAT?!” she asked.

She quickly got up and turned the TV on.

There were announcers talking about the winners of the Blue Moon festival.

They were going through a long list of bands that were able to play.

“And the last two bands that will play at this show…..” said the male announcer, “Are the Tone Benders!”

Korra cheered loud same with Bolin and the others.

“And… Berzerk!” said the announcer.

Korra was surprised.

“Wait a minute what the hell?!” she said.

Kuvira was drinking with her band as a celebration of getting in.

“This is it guys,” said Kuvira, “Our first step to rockstardom.

Asami was practicing her scales on the violin.

Korra ran up to her.

“Hey Korra wha….” Said Asami.

Korra interrupted her with a kiss.

“What was that for?” asked Asami as she smiled and blushed.

“I won the contest,” said Korra, “We’re performing at the Blue Moon Fest!”

“I’m so happy for you,” said Asami, “And actually, Professor Cowan wanted me to talk to you.”

“What about?” asked Korra.

“Well they’re doing a cover of 21st century schizoid man, but their guitarist cancelled and he’s in need of a new one,” said Asami, “I recommended you.”

Korra kissed her again.

“Thanks ‘Sami,” said Korra.

Kuvira was meeting with Professor Cowan.

“So that’s my story,” he said, “That song we’re doing could use a guitar player.”

“And you want me to let you use my guitarist?” asked Kuvira.

“Exactly,” said Cowan.

Kuvira thought for a moment.

“You got a deal,” said Kuvira, “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” asked Cowan.

“I have some trouble trying to rid myself of a…. rodent,” said Kuvira, “She’s interfering with my dreams of stardom.”

“Would this rodent happen to be Korra?” asked Cowan.

“Lucky guess,” said Kuvira.

“Then how can I be of service?” asked Cowan.

“So I hear you’re doing a cover of 21st century schizoid man,” said Kuvira, “Don’t allow Korra to play guitar for you. That’s why I’m letting you use Desna to play for you.”

She gave him some cash.

“I’ll see what I can do,” said Professor Cowan.

A few minutes later Korra was sitting in listening to the orchestra’s cover of the song.

“Alright,” said Korra, “This seems doable.”

“Alright, orchestra dismissed,” said Professor Cowan.

He handed Korra a lead sheet.

“Varrick says you know how to perform on that instrument and can sight read anything right?” he asked.

“Correct,” said Korra.

“Well, as it so happens, I ran into another guitarist,” said Cowan.

Desna peeked his head through.

“Am I late?” he asked.

“Perfect timing,” said Cowan, “I gave him a sheet earlier, and now I just wanna give you both a crack at it.”

Korra plugged into her amp and started playing.

She was doing well, but she slipped up and Cowan stopped her.

“Not quite right,” said Cowan, “Desna?”

Desna plugged in and played a phrase perfectly.

“Excellent!” said Cowan

“Wha….” Said Korra.

“This is the beauty of orchestra and live bands together,” said Cowan, “Who knows, if you keep this up, you might be the next big star.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” asked Korra, “This shit?”

Cowan’s phone rang.

“Excuse me,” he said as he went into his office.

Desna turned to Korra.

“Looks like you’ve got some competition,” said Desna as he grinned.

Korra went into Cowan’s office.

“Look I just slipped up one time, but I can play it right,” said Korra.

“Now is not the time,” said Cowan.

“Look…..” said Korra.

“I SAID NOT NOW!” he shouted, “If you want the fucking part, then earn it.”

Korra stepped outside.

She was having lunch with Asami.

“Looks like he’s trying to steal your thunder,” said Asami, “But I know you’ll earn that part.”

“Thanks Asami,” said Korra, “I just can’t believe I screwed up on that part.”

“Accidents happen Korra,” said Asami, “Even to the best of musicians.”

“True,” said Korra.

Asami thought of something.

“You still have that lead sheet for that song?” asked Asami.

“I do,” said Korra, “Why’s that?”

Asami kissed Korra’s forehead.

“You’ll see,” she said smiling.

Korra was doing some drills to train herself on 21st century schizoid man.

She finished and then looked at Asami.

“Alright,” said Asami, “You’re doing well on the speed, now we just need to work on the clarity.”

“What do you mean?” asked Korra.

“While you are good at speeding up on certain tough sections, the notes need to be heard and not so scratchy,” said Asami, “Observe.”

Asami played a riff on her electric guitar.

“Whoa,” said Korra.

“Its not a tough task,” said Asami, “Its just about where and how you fret your fingers.”

“Ok,” said Korra.

She tried the phrase again making sure each note she played was clear.

“Yeah!” said Asami, “There you go.”

“I really appreciate you doing this,” said Korra, “I really wanna show Kuvira’s guitarist who really rocks it.”

“Anything to help my girlfriend,” said Asami.

Korra smiled.

Mako and the gang were setting up for rehearsal.

“Where’s Korra?” asked Bolin.

“She said she was gonna be late,” said Thano, “Said she had some things going on.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Looks like she got done fast,” said Mako.

He opened the door and it was Desna.

“What’s he doing here?” asked Bolin.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it looks like there’s something going on with your guitar player,” said Desna.

“What do you mean?” asked Bolin.

Desna grinned.

Korra and Asami were heading to the rehearsal space.

Mako, and Bolin were looking at her.

“Korra we gotta talk,” said Mako.

“What’s going on?” asked Korra.

“Its Desna,” said Tahno, “He’s been making up this rumour that you’re leaving us to make your own band.”

“He what?” asked Korra.

“I didn’t believe it for a minute,” said Bolin, “But we just gotta make sure of it.”

“No way, I love performing with you guys,” said Korra.

“Honestly, I thought you were gonna ask her to spend less time with me,” said Asami.

“What, no!” said Mako, “We’d never do that.”

“Good,” said Asami.

“So you got a plan leader?” asked Korra.

“A great one,” said Tahno, “Pretend that the band is breaking up, and then when it gets to the big show we’ll surprise them.”

“With the rumour out, the other band thinks they’ll be able to take it easy and perform lazily,” said Mako, “And when they least expect it, BAM!”

He slammed his bass case down.

“We rock their socks off,” said Bolin.

Korra grinned and said, “Great. So that means we’ll have to find another rehearsal spot.”

“I got that covered,” said Asami.

They wer soon rehearsing at a space in Asami’s mansion.

 Buddy Holly by Weezer

Tahno: What's with these homies, dissing my girl? Why do they gotta front? What did we ever do to these guys That made them so violent? Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine Woo-hoo, and that's for all time  Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care bout that  Don't you ever fear, I'm always near I know that you need help Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit You need a guardian Woo-hoo, and you know I'm yours Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine Woo-hoo, and that's for all time  Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care bout that I don't care bout that  Bang, bang a knock on the door Another big bang and you're down on the floor Oh no! What do we do? Don't look now but I lost my shoe I can't run and I can't kick What's a matter babe are you feeling sick? what's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you? What's a matter babe, are you feeling blue? oh-oh! And that's for all time And that's for all time  Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore I don't care what they say about us anyway I don't care bout that I don't care bout that I don't care bout that I don't care bout that

“Yeah, my parents were super rich, and now I inherit their money,” said Asami.

“That’s amazing Asami,” said Korra.

“Not as amazing as you sound on that guitar,” said Asami.

Korra smiled.

Later that evening Korra and Asami were up on top of the mansion.

“I really had fun hanging at your pad,” said Korra.

“I’m glad you did,” said Asami.

She was thinking about something that Opal said to her earlier.

In the flashback, Opal was teaching Asami an ecchi move.

“Something that could really turn Korra on is something like this,” said Opal.

She got closer to Asami and their nipples started to rub while she held on to her shoulders.

“W-what’s happening?” asked Asami.

“Its called a nipple rub,” said Opal, “You rub two nipples against each other until one of you has an orgasm.”

She continued to run their nipples together.

After a few minutes Opal started to moan with pleasure.

She then had an orgasm.

“Whoever orgasms first loses the game,” said Opal.

“That felt surprisingly good,” said Asami.

Opal grinned.

“You should try that with Korra,” she said.

Asami then looked at Korra.

“Korra…..” said Asami.

“Yea ‘Sami?” asked Korra.

“I’m horny,” she said.

She pinned Korra to a wall.

Korra was surprised.

Asami  then placed her hands under her shirt and started to unhook Korra’s bra and take it off her.

“Sami?” asked Korra.

She then took her own bra off.

“Just relax,” said Asami as she grinned, “And leave your body to me.”

Asami pressed her breasts against Korra’s and they started to rub.

Inside, Korra’s mind was going wild.

She managed to let out a soft moan.

Asami continued to rub them together and started kissing Korra.

“Sami, that…. Feels so good,” said Kora.

“I know,” said Asami.

Korra was reaching her hands out to touch Asami, but she quickly stopped her.

“I didn’t say you could touch me,” said Asami as she pinned them down.

Asami rubbed her boobs on Korra’s and she started to moan a little louder.

Korra felt something and had an orgasm, and her panties were soaking wet.

“Sami…” Korra said.

“Yes?” asked Asami with a devilish grin.

“You’re turning me on,” said Korra.

She turned the tables on Asami and kissed her neck.

The two of them started kissing as Korra felt Asami’s ass.

Korra picked Asami up and carried her into the room as they continued to kiss.

She then removed her tie.

“I’m gonna make you beg for more,” said Korra.

She started playing with Asami’s nipples.

Asami moaned with excitement.

“Why are you always focusing on my nipples?” asked Asami.

“That’s because they’re your horny switch,” said Korra.

She pulled Asami’s shirt open revealing her white perky globes.

“You have such a hot bod,” said Korra.

“So do you,” said Asami, “I wish I had a chest like yours.”

“Don’t be silly,” said Korra.

She sucked on her nipples and Asami moaned louder.

Asami pulled Korra closer and kissed her ear.

“You’re horny, you know that,” said Korra.

“Yes I do,” said Asami.

Korra flicked Asami’s nipples with her tongue and Asami had an orgasm.

“We’re even,” said Korra.

Later, the two of them were in the bed.

Asami snuggled with Korra .

“Dating you was the best thing to ever happen in my life,” said Asami.

“Mine too,” said Korra.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oirtBNejdr0

[technicallyblakebelladonna]

this post is gonna be LONG so i’m just gonna put it under a cut cause basically i’m gonna type out the lyrics i can hear and my “analysis” / thoughts / fangirling

kso it opens with some sick guitar riffs

today i changed my place in history today im gonna start a brand new life done with suffering had enough of misery finally on a path that’s heading somewhere bright HELLO????? HELLO!!!?!?!?!??????? BLAKE MA’AM??????

i feel a different kind of energy (kicking everything into overdrive(?)) (?) switched up / turbo / more vitality (i honestly can’t really make out this line) find it hard to believe (that i feel so alright(?))

just watch me go, see me fly (? cant really make out this line either / it ends with a rhyme on “why” though) can’t explain the way i feel I’m soarin’ like i never have before

I’M GONNA TAKE A MOMENT HERE BECAUSE A) HOLY SHIT THE NOTE HOLD ON “SOARING” CASEY MY ENTIRE ASS IS YOURS???? AND B) EXCUSE ME THE FLIGHT IMAGERY HELLO!?!?! WINGS CALLED THEY WANTED TO SAY THAT IT WAS ABOUT BUMBLEBY ALL ALONG???? SOARING???? SEE ME FLY??? EXCUSE ME!!!??

flying self assured and free

OKAY MY FUCKNIG BAD I FUCKING SPOKE TO SOON HELLO WINGS IS NOW BUSTING THROUGH YOUR FUCKING WALL AND SCREAMING ABOUT BUMBLEBY ENDGAME THANK YOU

there’s a line right after this, right before the chorus we hear in the show thaT I CAN’T FUCKING MAKE OUT AND I’M YELLING all i can hear is “sunlight” i think??? and like there’s a word at the very end of the line that sounds like “bee” and i’m like “okay that’s going overboard on my shipper brain so that can’t be it” BUT EITHER WAY!!! SUNLIGHT!!!

okay so now the chorus we got from the show, it STILL SOUNDS FANTASTIC and even better now because of the context the first verse gave us with more themes of freedom anD IM YELLING THIS IS SUCH A BLAKE SONG IM STICKING TO THAT

idk why i said i was gonna attempt to transcribe the lyrics im SHIT at distinguishing words honestly. but the rest of the chorus sounds dope, it ends with a repetition of “touch the sky” again plus that lower note that casey hits with the words “touch the sky” i AM ONCE AGAIN OFFERING MY ASS

OKAY eXCUSE ME that piano/guitar riff music break between chorus and the next verse EXCUSE ME!!??! JEFF SIR!!! i also remember from another few song analysis (mostly of nevermore lets be honest here) that pianos were blake’s traditional motif and heavy guitar riffs were yangS AND LIKE I’VE ALREADY SAID THAT THIS IS A BUMBLEBY SONG AND IM SAYING IT THE FUCK AGAIN

i feel the sense of possibilities and i could get addicted to that rush

LIKE HELLO BEING ADDICTED TOT HE RUSH OF FEELINGSD WHEN YOU��RE IN LOVE / FALLING FOR SOMEONE ?? ? ? ? ? ?? AAAAAAAA

open doors and so much hope in front of me full of (???) every challenge crossed (?) my heart’s electric racing endlessly

FUCKING EXUCSE ME YOUR HEART IS DOING WHAT ???? WHAT IS IT DOING BLAKE???? HUH????????????? HOW COME?!????????????

nNONONONO UYOU DONT UNDERSTAND I ??? EXCUSE ME THE FUCKING STRINGS IN THE BACKGROUND OF THAT LINE AND BRIDGING INTO THE NEXT ONE????? HELL O STRINGS??? VIOLINS MAYBE???? CELLO??? I DONT KNOW BUT IT’S FUCKING SEXY!!!

feeling like the stars have all aligned illuminate the darkness that was blinding me

okay for the LOVE OF REMNANT. that’s it. THAT IS IT. Im FUCJKING FLIPPING MY TABLE. THIS IS A BEES SONG. IT’S A BLAKE SONG. IT’S A RESPONSE SONG TO ALL THAT MATTERS I DONT GIVE A SHIT/ COME AT ME,

now i’m positive that it’s my time to shine

yES IT IS SWEET BABY BLAKE BELLADONNA MY DARLING MY SWEETEST ANGEL YOU GO

god we’re only half way through i feel like im running a marathon my heart’s racing LIKE A CERTAIN CAT GIRLS

i will explode, you see me rise you may not even recognize i just can’t wait for this reveal

lowkey about her new haircut on the surface just a little??????

exploring! now i’ve opened up a door finding so much more in me when i look inside i’m liking what i see

YES BABY BLAKE!!!!!! SELF LOVE BLAKE CAME OUT SCREAMING SELF LOVE AND BISEXUAL ENERGY HERE WE GO!!!

hella interlude musical guitar riff break!!!! the drums!!!!! the PIANOS THAT SNEAK IN AT THE END!!! HELLO!

i’m climbing high (?) with the past behind me heights like i’ve never dreamed (cant make out the first bit) now i see what i can be when i trust in me I’M FREE!!!!!!!!

she’s getting that self confidence back!! she’s spent so long doubting herself and being so unsure and so scared and now she’s like HELL YEAH i have skill i have confidence, i can trust in myself and start to grow!

chorus again that literally just hammers the fuck home every single theme of freedom in this goddaMN SONG I LOVE BLAKE

fucking kick ass instrumental AGAIN AND NOW THERE’S BRASS??? HORNS??????? THE DRAMA!!!! THE CRESCENDO!!!! THE KICK ASS GUITAR RIFFS AND PIANO

and....... ohhhhh i’m sobbing at the piano closing it out.......... are you actually serious im getting chills again!!!! like it’s just blake now and it just... goddamn it just evokes this sense of peace and rising hope and and aND AND IT’S JUST SO GOOD IT’S LIKE aksfhskhgk it’s like she’s standing somewhere, watching the sunset with this gentle smile on her face, the sun sinking down beneath the horizon and she’s just smiling because it was a good day, and she knows that she’s gonna have more days exactly like that one - days filled with love, with hope, with peace. and she gets to experience them all for herself, with her family surrounding her. because she’s free. and there’s nothing haunting her anymore.

y’all........ bro i just gotta.......

IM GOING TO GET AHEAD OF MYSELF AND SAY THAT “TOUCH THE SKY” IS A BLAKE SONG AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT IT’S BLAKE’S RESPONSE TO ALL THAT MATTERS

I’VE ONLY FUCKING LISTENED TO IT ONCE BUT THAT’S IT I’M CALLING IT Y’ALL

[emootakukpoplover]

Breaking the Wall. Part 1

This is my first fic on Tumblr, yeahy me – going up in the world! You may want to listen to Against The Current’s cover of Uptown Funk before reading.

Yoongi X Reader

Word Count: 2154

Part 2

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I was fourteen when I first messaged him, I brought him back from the edge of suicide and depression, pushed him to continue his life and told him that I knew that he would do great things with his life. He did the same for me, with my depression, self-harm and anxiety. We continued to talk and I eventually learnt his name.

Yoongi. That’s the name of the boy I have never met yet developed strong feelings for. He has a special existence in my life, my advisor, supporter and best friend. He lived in Korea and I in England. He’s a part of a big idol group called BTS now.

I texted him the other day; see? I told you that you would make it :) 

He said that I was to stop being snarky with him, he was after all my senior.

But I never saw him like that, only my best friend and an imaginary friend. It was hard to believe he actually existed most of the time, even when I heard his deep voice over the phone.

We never looked each other up, on facebook nor on google. I didn’t want to shatter the fantasy we had created and neither did he. We shared secrets that we never told anyone before and stayed up late with each other to keep each other company.

He sent me audio files of his songs, letting me help him arrange them; we both had a passion for music, lived and breathed it. I loved the songs, every single one. I came to know his bandmates, and he knew my friends and my bandmates. He knew I was in a band, though he never pressed me for music. I’ve been close to sending him some clips, but always backed out. I was never confident in my voice, I thought it was too deep and strong. Even though I haven’t been confident, it never stopped me from going on stage and singing my heart out.

It was through the stage we got to do a concert in Korea, Seoul. ‘Come on y/n, we need to get going!’ Hayley shouts at me while whizzing past me, running for the sign that said out band name on it: Nap Time Lullaby. Veronica began pushing me from behind, complaining that I was too slow.

‘I just woke up…’ I mumbled as I started forward.

Liz, Casey and Martin were already at the banner as Hayley began interrogating the men holding the sign.

‘Oi, stop disturbing them Hale,’ I tell Hayley as we arrive. She immediately quiets down and says that she’s sorry, I give her a smile to let her know I wasn’t that mad at her – she returns it.

‘Y/n?’ a lady asked me, I nodded in reply. ‘Kim Sook-Chul, head of the International Band Battle committee.’ She extends a hand to me and I take it and give a firm squeeze before dropping it. She was young, maybe a decade older than us, so about 29. Her hair was a light brown, cut to her chin. The hair fluffed out, softening her sharp features. She looked like a kind woman, the type of role model we wished for when we were younger.

‘Hi, we are thankful for your invitation to this tournament, we never expected to be a part of such a huge event!’ I said in Korean, my friends nodded in agreement.

Ms Kim’s soft brown eyes widened slightly at my reply, she obviously didn’t expect us to speak her language. It’s not like I wasted my late nights with Yoongi doing nothing for five years! Geez, I may have failed French at GCSE but I took a Korean GCSE and A-Level, got A*’s in all exams.

‘Well, the fact you know Korean makes things much easier,’ she says before pulling out a folder from her case. ‘This is the event order and the practice schedules, you have been paired with a group that we feel you will get along with best; friendship wise and musically. They will make sure you have everything you need as you will be sharing a dorm together. Your partnered group are Korean, so they have been there for a few days now. In answer to their request, you are placed in a lodge in a woody area, to ensure peace and quiet. It’s about a 30 minute drive to the studio’s you will be practicing at.

‘Your equipment will be sent to the lodge, and there will be a crew to transport them. The courtyard has working electrics, so you can practice outside if you want, and there is a soundproofed practice room in the basement. Is there anything else you will need?’ she asks as if we required designer clothing and reservations at the top restaurants.

I shook my head, ‘as long as there’s a kitchen and full cupboards, then I’m good.’ I say as my companions shake their heads.

‘Fantastic! Then we best be on our way, the lodge is about an hour and a half away.’ She then turned around and walked away with a sharp clip of her heels towards the doors. ‘Ah!’ she spun around quickly, ‘don’t worry about your stuff, the crew will grab it all.’ She then turned around and continued her power walk, leaving us mere mortals to gape and catch flies.

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I was being shook, I didn’t want to wake up. I groaned and pushed the person away, my hand connecting to a soft cheek. Casey, had to be her. ‘Come on, we have arrived. And you seriously need to check this place our y/n, it’s like a dream!’ she said as she shook me harder.

‘I’m tired,’ I mumble as I curl up more. She gave a sigh and left me alone. I could hear them talking outside, the door must be open.

‘Sorry, she hasn’t slept in about three days… I’m Casey and this is our band Nap Time Lullaby.’ She introduced.

‘I’m Martin, I play bass and do some of our vocals. Casey is our rhythm guitarist.

‘I’m Liz, or Lizzy. I’m lead guitarist. That’s Veronica, she plays keyboard, piano and cello. And this is H-‘

‘I’m Hayley!!’ I hear her shout, I bet she’s been eating sugar again…’I’m the drummer! The girl who’s asleep in the car is our leader and main vocalist. She also plays acoustic guitar, piano and violin.’ She begins to laugh.

‘Shut up!’ I shout as I curl up tighter on the back seats.

‘Oi! Y/n, our stuffs set up in the courtyard, wanna play?’ Martin asks softly, his voice is louder and more concentrated. I opened an eye and peeked at him. I nodded and sat up, crawling out the car.

I stretched and yawned as I got the kinks out of my spine. I yawned again as I heard the sound of a deep bass along with a catchy riff of the guitar, it was followed by lazy beats of the drums.

I couldn’t help swaying to tempting beat and walking closer. ‘Hit it y/n!’ Martin shouted as a microphone was tossed my way, I caught it and began to sing.

This hit, that ice cold. Michelle Pfeiffer, That white gold.

Within seconds I was awake and dancing to the sick beat, doing the duet with Martin. I looked up as I sang the next lyric and noticed we had an audience, seven guys in total. A pink haired individual looked at me as if I had made him a huge cake, I couldn’t help but wink at him.

Stylin’, wilin’, Livin’ in up in the city. Got chucks on with Saint Laurent. Gotta kiss myself I’m so pretty~!

I looked at our audience again, dancing hard and jumping around. You would have never believed I was asleep under two minutes ago.

Make a dragon wanna retire, man. I’m too hot (hot damn). Say my name you know who I am. I’m too hot (hot damn)

I stomped my feet, while shuffling and saw a black haired man with blue highlights in them. My heart began to beat faster, and for some reason I didn’t believe it was from my expressive dancing or singing.

‘Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to ya, Saturday night and we in the spot, Don’t believe me just watch (Yeahy!)

I punch the mike down and swayed my hips left and right, clapping in time with the mike in my hand. I closed my eyes as I felt the deep bass in my bones, feeling his eyes on me, it felt intoxicating. I then turned to Martin and started at him during our little pitch battle.

Stop! Wait a minute, Fill my cup put some liquor in it, Take a sip, sign a check. Julio, Get the stretch! Ride to Harlem, Hollywood, Jackson, Mississippi, If we show up, we gon’ show out, Smoother than a fresh jar of Skippy

I smirked at the black haired man and I began to dance with extra vigour, a smile embracing my lips as I sang the opposite lyrics from last time.

Make a dragon wanna retire, man, I’m too hot (hot damn), Bitch, say my name you know who I am, I’m too hot (hot damn), And my band 'bout that money, Break it down…

My head unconsciously nodded along with my hip. Another smirk playing on my lips.

'Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to ya, Saturday night and we in the spot, Don’t believe me just watch (Come on!)

I slowed down my movements and looked him straight in the eyes and before closing my eyes again and moved to the beat.

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up. I said Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up.

Sing it, dance, Jump on it, If you sexy then flaunt it, If you freaky then own it Don’t brag about it, come show me Come on, dance, Jump on it, If you sexy then flaunt it, Well it’s Saturday night and we in the spot Don’t believe me just watch (Yaow)

I was lost in the feeling of loud bass, swinging my hips like always and the hot feeling of the man’s gaze making me feel like a sexual siren, I stared the man in the eyes smiling as I sang the final verse. I felt myself unconsciously leaning forward.

Uptown Funk you up, Uptown Funk you up. Uptown Funk you up!

I was breathing rather heavily afterward, I looked over to Martin to see him smirking at me as if he knew what I was feeling earlier. He shook his head at me and chuckled to himself.

‘Fuck you Martin Hector Jesen.’ I flip him my middle finger as I take off my big emerald hoodie and tie it around my waist before I turn back to our previous audience. I could hear Hayley going through some serious beats as Lizzy came up to me and passed me some water.

I muttered a quick thank you before gulping it down.

‘You must be their leader, nice to meet you. I’m Namjoon, my stage name is Rap Monster though.’ I hear him say, I don’t know why; but that name was familiar to me. ‘I’m the leader of our group; Bangtan Sonyeondan.’ I nodded as I took the last gulp, man I was thirsty. ‘We’re also known as BTS.’

I spit out my water, all movement impossible as the words ran through my head. Rap Monster. Namjoon. Monnie. BTS. Yoongi. I then began to shiver, knowing that this wasn’t a joke. Yet, I had to be sure.

‘BTS? Like, Danger, War of Hormone, Blood, Sweat and Tears, Not Today and Spring Day; BTS?’ I ask. I felt myself going cold, shit. I really didn’t expect to run into them. Especially so soon.

It’s not like I hadn’t planned to tell Yoongi, I just wanted to prepare myself mentally first. I didn’t know if I wanted to meet him, I mean; our fantasy was safe. If we knew each other physically, what would that mean for our relationship? Does it change? Become awkward? Reduce to nothing where we never talk anymore?

Or would it be better? Happier and less annoying now that we’re in the same time zone? Could it…become more…?

Did I want to risk it?

I didn’t get a choice, because the perfectly built fantasy we had made was falling apart around me.

‘Y/N!! I found a tattoo parlour in the city that does sick tatts!’ Hayley shouts at me, squealing to Casey and Vica.

I felt myself falling, everything was spinning and I couldn’t find anything to hold onto.

Warm arms encircled my waist and pulled me up to a hard chest of a much taller male. I managed to look up and see the black haired man staring down at me, or more specifically down at my collar bone. In near unreadable writing was the name of my most trusted person.

Yoongi