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Famous Harry/Non-famous Louis Fic Rec

The five most bookmarked famous Harry/non-famous Louis fics on AO3:

led by your beating heart by missandrogyny:

Summary: Nick leans over. “Oh,” he says, his voice smug. “Who is that?”

Harry just blinks at his phone. “Um,” he manages to stammer out.

“Who’s that, Harry?” Nick asks again, but this time he raises his eyebrows and smirks. Harry knows Nick is just teasing, and that he’s not really looking for new Harry Styles gossip, but, um. He might have found something. Accidentally.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is another ‘um’. He really needs to work on translating his thoughts into words. But then it probably wouldn’t be any helpful right now, would it? His mind is as blank as a newly erased etch-a-sketch.

“Oh,” Nick says again, this time gleefully, seemingly having picked up on Harry’s distress. “Looks like we’ve got a story here! Are you going to call or delete her number?”

Her number. So Nick thinks it’s a girl. Well, Harry can’t blame him: 'Lou’ is kind of an androgynous nickname. His stylist’s name is Lou.

But this Lou, well, Louis, he’s kind of, really, really not a girl. He’s really pretty though, which, is something.

(Or: AU where Harry’s in One Direction, Louis isn’t, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete’.)

My English Love Affair by isthatyoularry:

Summary: The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody’s supposed to find out it’s about you.The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner:

Summary: Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”

“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

You You You by isthayoularry:

Summary: “Infamous boybander leaves club together with unknown,” read the headline. Underneath were pictures of a boy with dark curls, green eyes and very tight pants. They both studied the article for a moment, reading it through quickly.

“Is that…?” Louis frowned. That guy almost looked exactly like… “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

“Louis,” Niall said, looking absolutely fucked over. “You just fucked the most wanted guy on earth. You just fucked Harry Styles of One Direction.”

Or, the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction.

Is This Seat Taken? by Lainy122

Summary: A borrowed suit from Zayn, a cigarette and the right attitude, and Louis went from security breach to misplaced celebrity instantly. He could practically see the wheels in the security guy’s head switch from ‘could be dangerous’ to ‘could get me fired’. 

L.A was so predictable.Louis makes a bet with Zayn that he can sneak into a music awards event without getting caught, and when he ends up posing as a seat-filling member of staff he runs into superstar Harry Styles and sparks fly. Que the music.

And 5 of the latest famous Harry/non-famous Louis fics on AO3:

Same White Shirt by lululawrence:

Summary: “Oh my God. What are you holding?”

Harry was startled to hear an English voice coming from behind him that he didn’t know. He’d thought he knew all the English employees around here. When he turned around there was a man with the most stunning eyes and incredible cheekbones known to man in the doorway looking with absolute distaste at the suit Harry had just been thinking of so fondly.

“It’s my suit for the show,” Harry said firmly. This guy was obviously an assistant if the badge and plate of fruit he was holding were anything to go by, but as he began walking to where the table was in the room, Harry noticed he was walking with a slight limp. Oh shit.

Or the one where Harry’s on the Late Late Show for a week and several misunderstandings with a certain mouthy assistant James recently hired make things that much more interesting.

Sweet Dreams by sweetlouist91:

Summary: "But that wasn’t made Harry’s heart stop. No, because there on his arm was at tattoo. A tattoo in the exact same spot as Harry’s anchor.“

Famous Harry finds out about makeup YouTuber Louis by chance in an interview. It’s fate after all.

When It’s Late At Night by Rearviewdreamer:

Summary: Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that’s exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Or the Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

Looking Through You by allwaswell16:

Summary: Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

My Sweetest Downfall by kiwikero:

Summary: Louis is a retired guardian angel. After the death of his last charge, he became jaded. Humans die—what use is prolonging the inevitable?

He’s more than happy to forget about humanity altogether until one day, when Louis is pulled from his desk job for a new assignment: protect One Direction’s Harry Styles. It doesn’t help that there’s something about Harry that Louis can’t resist, and it’s making him question everything he’s ever known. Humans are strictly off limits, and breaking that rule means risking everything, but Harry just might be worth it.

This is a story about forgiveness and discovery, featuring an angel who wants to be a little more human and a human who is so much more than he seems.

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Requested by Anon

Reader x Changkyun (I.M.)

Word Count: 1738

You trudged through the rain sullenly, your canvas shoes soaked all the way to your socks. While thankful that school was over for the day and the weekend was beginning, you couldn’t help the sour feeling that washed over your skin and left goosebumps in it’s wake. Your fingers curled around the handle of your umbrella tightly, teeth chattering as you sped home and took as many shortcuts as possible. The only thing to look forward to that evening was a warm, dry house and hours spent with your computer screen. Not so good for a college student, especially on a Friday night, but it wasn’t half bad in your opinion. You stumbled through your front door, kicking your wet shoes and socks off and swapping them for house slippers. A long whine for your family escaped your lips, feet tapping softly on the group as you scoured your home for some form of life. In the end, a messily written letter from your father about a business trip was found pinned on the fridge, as well as some cash left on the countertop. You sighed softly, pressing the pads of your fingers to your temple in distress. It had been a long time since you spent a weekend home with your father, but as long as it was work, you couldn’t argue.

The sound of typing bounced off the empty air around you, eyes scanning the details listed on the chat site you had somehow had found yourself making an account for at 9:28 at night. Nothing was doing it for you beforehand, whether it be youtube videos or news articles, and you figured trying out something a little out of the ordinary could be fun. Besides, you were an adult, you could handle yourself. Or at least that’s what you’re going with. Brows furrowed and pupils shaking in experimental excitement, you hastily typed in a screen name. Maybe just using your name for a user wasn’t exactly the most creative thing you could have come up with, but it was a good start. Your eyes scanned over the chat options, looking at the options for rooms to enter. There were several different types catering to varying interests but you settled with a simple one titled music. What could go wrong in a music chat room? (The answer is A LOT, but let’s just ignore that.) Your eyes lit up as you watched a string of messages appear before your eyes, with everything to music video links to threads about music theory. This is something you could get used to, you smirked. Hesitation sparked in your stomach, but you let your fingers run over the keyboard on their own, typing a message somewhere along the lines of, “is anyone interested in Monsta X?” You received a reply almost instantaneously from a user titled as Unknown. You blinked a couple times at the message in front of you. Who only replies with something as simple as yes? How boring. A playful sneer met your features, as well as a scoff slipping from your lips. For someone with such a mysterious user, you were unimpressed. After a few minutes of staring at your screen, unsure of what to do with yourself, a private chat notification appeared at the edge of the screen.

“Hey, nice to meet you.” You read aloud, quirking an eyebrow at the words. This unknown guy really doesn’t miss a beat. Curiosity got the best of you and before you knew it you were pressing send.

Hi stranger.

Another notification dinged.

Unknown: Well, aren’t you clever?

What a tool. Nevertheless, you couldn’t help admitting that it was a little fun as a smile pulled your lips into a crescent. Two could play at that game.

You: Have to say the same for you. The whole “Yes” thing earlier really got me hooked.

Unknown: I figured it would, no one can resist my charm. I’m Il Myung, by the way.

A small laugh bubbled up from your stomach as you recited the name. If he was going to make a fake name, he should have just done something… normal. What a weird kid.

You: I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count as a charm.. Unique name, btw. I’m y/n.

Unknown: Just call me oppa then.

You: Cheeky… How do you know I’m younger than you? I’m in college, you know.

Unknown: I don’t

You: Start calling me noona then, brat

Unknown: How old are you?

You: How old are you?

Unknown: Stubbornness isn’t cute

You: You’re not cute

Unknown: You don’t know that.

You were having quite a bit of fun with this stranger and you were growing founder of the gentle banter between the two of you by the minute. By the next morning, you now had the chatroom app downloaded onto your phone. The previous night you had stayed up quite late messaging your new friend about everything from the type of shoes you both liked to what scent of candle you preferred. Over the next few days, the messages grew more and more. From just a quick hello as you were on the train heading to run some errands and a couple questions about some homework, to full blown conversations spaced throughout the day.

You: Il Myung-ah, I’m going to school again. I don’t want to go~

You sighed a little as you typed this monday morning, quickly attaching a picture of yourself with a pout on your face with a couple decorative stickers placed strategically. Your father would be back home the next evening for dinner and although you hated to admit it, you were rather enjoying the alone time. You missed him like hell, but it felt like Il Myung had taken up a lot of the loneliness in recent days.

Unknown: Don’t go, hang out with me instead~

You: You wish, I’m not going to skip class for a loser like you

Unknown: I’ll buy your lunch, I have something important to say anyway.

You: Deal. But I’m a little nervous, what if you’re a stalker? Let’s meet somewhere busy. It will be my first time seeing your face, are you scared?

Unknown: Do you want to meet at a shopping center?

Heat licked up your skin, a sudden blood rush sending your adrenaline to new speeds. Your first time meeting Il Myung? And skipping class to meet him? This would arguably be the coolest thing you had done since high school, plus your father would never find out as long since he was out of town. It couldn’t hurt… You got off the train at the next stop and followed the directions google maps gave you to the shopping center Il Myung had recommended. After standing around outside in front of the bustling area for about fifteen minutes, a light tap on your shoulder made you jump. Your head tilted a bit in confusion, eyes running over the figure in front of you. Dressed in all black with a cap on and a mask covering the bottom half of his face.

“Il Myung?” You inquired, watching him nod back quickly.

“Why are you dressed like that?” You questioned, pointing at his get-up that stood out starkly against the bright colors you were wearing. What else were you expecting though, especially from someone you met online?

“This is what I had to tell you.” He replied, with a voice far deeper than you were expecting melting against your eardrum. Your eyes tried desperately to keep up as he removed his face mask gently, standing very close to you as so no one else could see.

“C-Changkyun? From Monsta X?” You practically shouted, causing him to press a hand over your mouth gently, shushing you as he dragged you off to a less populated area, hand-in-hand.

After you had calmed down a bit and you two had begun walking in the direction of your home, you could still feel your fingers trembling as you fisted the fabric of your jacket.

“Is this really happening? I’m so confused Are you sure you’re Il Myung?” You fretted, looking over at his face several times more as everything really began to register.

“Of course I’m sure, I can’t believe you haven’t caught on. Il Myung. Im Changkyun. I.M. You get it? He chuckled, hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned your facial expressions diligently.

“B-but… But.. You’re a celebrity, why the hell did you come out here to meet me? You’re a fool, Im Changkyun, a real fool.” You whined loudly, giving him a playful smack on the arm before turning onto the street where you lived. Given the situation, it wasn’t especially safe to be wandering around Seoul with a celebrity in hand, so almost immediately you had decided to give him shelter in your home for a couple hours. Getting mobbed wasn’t on your to-do list. Especially if you’re supposed to be in class. You felt pressure around your wrist as Changkyun pulled you toward him, your lips only inches apart.

“I’m a fool for you, then. I met you today so I could confess to you properly.” He muttered lowly, gasping you to gulp from the dryness in your throat.

“C-Confess?” Before you could continue, a pair of lips were on your own and your eyes were widening at the sensation. The warm sensation overwhelmed your whole body, cheeks reddening horribly. It seemed along the way of getting to know and develop a crush on Il Myung, you had also developed one on Im Changkyun. After the two of you parted, you fanned your face quickly, trying your best to look away from him which hardly helped. Your ears were definitely red too.

“So I’m taking that as a yes?” Changkyun smiled, slipping his hand into your own.

The day ended over tea in your living room, the two of you talking about all the time leading up to now, and he even revealed the photo of yourself you had sent that morning was now his phone background.

“You know at first, I really thought you were a tool.” You mused causing him to laugh a bit, eyes crinkling up at the edges.

“Why did you keep talking to me?” Changkyun asked sweetly, lifting an eyebrow in inquiry.

“I guess you could say I ventured into the unknown.”

End up here: Chapter 1

This is the first chapter to my Dan x Reader imagine (: 

I changed my mind, there’s no prologue, I thought it was too short, so I just combined it with the first chapter. And also, I wanted to post this now, just because ^.^ I’ll try to post a new chapter every week. Now, enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1: How did we end up talking in the first place?

 “Hello Internet,” Dan said, making his infamous hand gesture, while you waited just outside the camera’s view. “so, lately there have been rumours about me dating someone, and actually… some of them are true, so let me introduce you to my girlfriend (Y/full/N)!” At this, you moved into the picture, sitting down next to Dan, waving at the camera shyly.

“Hi,” you said softly, cracking a shy smile.

“So, I imagine you have some questions about us, so we have written them down and we’re gonna inform you guys.”

“This should take a while,” you muttered. Dan chuckled and nodded.

“Yep,” he said, with an adorable smile on his face. “so sit back and enjoy the ride.”

“I know I won’t,” you said, at which Dan glared at you. You looked back at him, no expression visible on your face. You managed to do this for exactly 1.2 seconds before the two of you burst into laughter. After a few minutes, the two of you had calmed down. “You need to cut this out,” you said eventually.

“We’ll see,” Dan answered with a smile. “but anyways, let’s start this.”

“So let’s start with the very first point,” you said. “how we met.”

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It was a rainy November day. You were sat in a Starbucks, your laptop in front of you, you favourite drink next to it, earphones in your ears, Muse playing loudly. You took a sip from your drink while looking at the laptop, trying to find your inspiration. You loved writing, but right now, you had absolutely no inspiration to write anything at all. The door opened, unnoticed by you, and two tall figures walked in. They ordered something and looked around in the crowded Starbucks. Everyone wanted to hide from the rain in here. Then, the brown haired man nudged the other in his side and pointed to one of the only tables where they could sit. It was occupied, but only one person was sat there; someone with (H/L), (H/C) hair, a (F/C) sweater, staring at a laptop. The black haired male nodded and they walked to the table. “Excuse me, could we sit here?” the taller man asked you. You did not completely hear what he said, but you heard a voice, so you paused your music and looked up. Your eyes widened for a second when you recognized the two: Dan Howell and Phil Lester were stood in front of your table, looking at you. “Excuse me?” You managed to ask. Dan repeated his question and you nodded and smiled, you wanted to talk, but you felt like no sounds would escape your mouth, only some weird squeals, and that would be too embarrassing to handle, even for you. “Thanks,” Dan smiled when he sat down, Phil next to him. With a sigh, you closed  your laptop, knowing that you would not be able to write anything. You were, quite honestly, trying to work on a fanfiction containing certain YouTubers - and quite coincidentally, they were seated in front of you - and if they would see, it would be awkward, to say the least. “What’s up?” Phil asked, while you removed the earphones from your ears. “I was trying to write, but I did not really know anything to write,” you answered softly. “What were you writing?” Phil continued, genuinely interested.

“Fanfic,” you answered. It felt as if your cheeks started burning with a bright red colour. Oh gosh, how awkward this conversation would probably turn out. “Do you write a lot?” Dan asked, probably spotting how awkward you felt with that subject. You nodded. “Yeah, I love it,” you answered with a smile. “I do it whenever I can. It’s a way to escape reality.“ “What do you mean with that?”

“This society is quite fucked up, people have to be afraid to walk outside. People fear for their lives because of their sexuality, the colour of their skin, gender or religion. I hate that. And I can escape this society by writing about worlds were that doesn’t exist, and that’s why I love writing. And because it’s great.”

You talked to the two YouTubers for a while, until the rain had stopped and you had to leave, you still had to buy a few things you needed. When you got up and prepared to leave, Dan stopped you. “(Y/N), wait,” he said, getting up himself (yes, he had asked you for your name, I forgot to tell) “I, and I’m sure Phil as well, would love to stay in touch with you, ehm, if it’s okay?” A grin appeared on your face.

“Sure,” you said. You tore a piece of paper out of the notebook you always carried with you, got out a pen and wrote down your number. “Here you go.” you said, while handing down the paper. “I really need to go now though. It was lovely meeting you, ehm well..bye!” You waved and hurried outside, determined to reach the shops in time. In your head you kept replaying what just happened. You actually met Danisnotonfire and Amazingphil! The rest of the day, you had a smile on your face that could not be erased.

behind the scenes of the behind the scenes

genre: Fluff. what else is new?

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: very very very light spoiler of TABINOF.

Summary:  “What are you doing?” 

“I’m writing a vampire fic where you turn me into a vampire and then you fuck me hard against a tree.” He deadpans, staring at Phil’s eyes directly. 

Or, behind the scenes of The Making of The Amazing Book is Not on Fire.

a/n: I literally wrote this initially because I asked Phil on twitter what did he do to get out of writer’s block and he answered he went out for a walk or watched inspiring films like Finding Nemo and then it turned into this mess. I have no self control.

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36 Reasons to Fall Asleep

Pairing: Jason/Percy

Warnings: Alcohol, drinking, difficulty/inability to fall asleep

Genre: Au, Fluff, very minor angst

Description: Percy is coping with the reality of falling out of love. To cheer him up Jason suggests they try out a test designed to make strangers fall in love. (roomates au with college!Jason and youtuber!percy) written for Jercy thursday

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Blind People Dont Forget Their Glasses

So, yeah. Since I am complete trash I just turned in Phanfiction for a grade in my college English Comp 101 class. I need help. Anyway, I fell in love with this prompt here http://phanfic.tumblr.com/post/110031429777 

Summary: Dan has good vision. Always has. But if being nearsighted helps him talk to the cute grad student next to him in his history class weeeeeeeeellllll…

Also, if you’re interested, I had to make a 30 second video for it. Go crazy.

Okay, you can do this Dan coached himself. You’re a reasonably attractive guy and you’ll regret not saying anything if you let this opportunity pass you by. Just lean over and talk to him. Just ask him out for coffee. Sitting next to him was Phil Lester. Dan didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was the grad student working in his history class and that he really liked lions.

Oh, and he was hella good looking.

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HOW TO → Make a good, useful Gif Hunt

This guide has been written to help roleplay helpers and gif hunters to make gif hunts that people will find helpful, and will be able to use easily. It tried to cover as much as I could think of about gif hunts, from formats, to the 1MB rule and the whole read more/downloadable debate, though if you have any other question, I’d be glad to answer right there. If this has been any useful to you, please, take a minute or two to read this, and take the time to like or reblog.

What is a gif hunt? A gif hunt, as the name almost tells you, is a masterpost in which you find all the gifs one might need for roleplaying with one FC (or play-by). Roleplayers use them to find these gifs and add them to the collection of the ones they keep in a folder of theirs or simply, if they don’t keep a gif folder, to copy/paste gifs from in their dash and face to face conversations.

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anonymous asked:

levi and eren are in a band CUE STAGE KISSES HELl yEA

((oH MY GOD YES HERE HAVE THIS DRABBLE it’s not edited and probably lazy but STAGE KISSES))

Levi and Eren are in a pretty popular band together. Eren’s the lead vocalist, and Levi is the lead guitarist, Jean also plays guitar, Armin plays bass and Mikasa plays drums. They’ve all known each other since they were kids and their chemistry is great, they interact well on stage and it’s easy to tell that they’re all really close.

The lead vocalist and the lead guitarist in most bands tend to get the most attention, and this is no exception. Levi is amazingly skilled, and Eren’s voice is beautiful, unique, and compliments their music perfectly.

(It certainly doesn’t hurt that they’re both attractive.)

Now, they don’t know the exact moment when the rumors started, or why. It seems like it all happens overnight and they simply wake up one day to paparazzi barraging them with questions about the details of their “relationship.”

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Defenseless

Derek calling Stiles “defenseless” just makes me imagine Derek constantly being told growing up that humans need a little more care than wolves and then this happened…

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The first time his mom says it, it’s because he’s rough housing with one of his human cousins, and the play fighting gets just a touch too rough while the adults aren’t looking.

(“I don’t understand. It’s just a little scratch. Why hasn’t it healed yet?”

“You have to be careful with humans, Derek. They don’t heal as fast as we do. He might even have a scar.”

“What’s a scar?”)

Once Talia has satisfied all of his curiosity, Derek can’t help but worry about how completely fragile they all are. They could break at any second. They’re like glass or china or the lamp in the living room that he almost knocks over at least once a day.

His first year of schooling, Derek’s too scared of breaking one of them to even try to make friends. Talia eventually convinces him he just needs to be gentle. He still won’t play tag though. It feels too much like he’s a predator hunting prey and that scares him.

Fast forward to after. Derek has no desire to give specifics about after what exactly. He’ll just say ‘after everything’ and leave it at that.

He and Stiles are together now. Together-together. Derek doesn’t really know how that happened. He just knows it started as nothing and then built and built until it was something. Crescendo.

He loves Stiles. A lot. A terrifying amount in fact. And he never forgets that Stiles is human. He’s breakable. His entire body could turn on him in a snap.

Stiles has completely banned any shows about death or disease from their home, because it does things to Derek. It makes him buy stuff that they do not need in the name of protecting Stiles from silent killers like banisters or preservatives. After finding the cleaning cabinet — he-shits-you-not — baby-proofed, Stiles had put his foot down. Because, “I don’t care what happened on One Thousand Ways to Die Derek! I am not going to accidentally drink bleach no matter how tired or wasted I may be!”

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Glastonbury: Arcade Fire interview 

It is fair to say that Arcade Fire didn’t have the best of times at their Glastonbury debut. Their sole previous appearance on the pasturelands of Worthy Farm in Somerset, where the Canadian group were promoting their second album, Neon Bible, was acclaimed by all who saw them. But in meteorological terms that year – 2007 – was one of the giant British rock festival’s more challenging outings.

Or, in the words of the frontman Win Butler later that same year, the Grammy- and Brit Award-winning band found Glastonbury not an iconic, hallowed high point on the global festival circuit but ‘a f***ing nightmare… a mudpit’.

Seven years and nine million album sales later, Butler is more forgiving. Slightly. ‘We had this amazing experience,’ Butler, the singer/guitarist, says. Offstage he’s a sincere, sober chap, but his demeanour – and his previous comments – suggests it wasn’t quite what they had expected. ‘Our friend was getting married in Ireland, so we flew in to the UK and took a cab. We said to the driver, “Glastonbury, please…” And he said, “Where’s that?” He was from Bangladesh, and he got us on site and we just drove through all the humanity,’ Butler says with feeling, the image of 177,000 bedraggled music fans clearly still etched on his retinas, ‘along a wooden trail, through everyone. And the driver said, “Woah, this is so much crazier than Bangladesh.” There were drunk people putting mud patterns on the windshield of the car,’ he says, ‘and we were beeping and there was no one from the festival [organisation] clearing a path. There was no way to get backstage at that point; you had to drive through the whole crowd. It was kinda, ah, amazing,’ Butler says again, still not entirely convincingly.

His guitar- and keyboard-playing brother, Will, is slightly more forgiving. ‘When Glastonbury is hellacious it’s still really fun,’ the junior Butler, 31, two and a half years younger and rather more smiley than his brother, says. ‘It’s legendary for being hellacious! I’ve always known Glastonbury as being thigh-deep in mud. But it is so rooted in contemporary culture and Sixties culture and pagan culture and medieval culture. It is deeply, deeply British.’

Actually, he adds, the father of the band’s guitarist/accordionist/keyboard player Richard Reed Parry was ‘a medievalist into passion plays and Morris dancing. So Richard’s experience of carnival is explicitly British. And it’s all the dressing up, putting on a mask, becoming someone else and the social order turning upside down…’

You might say that is a pretty accurate summation of the spirit, or ethos, of the Glastonbury Festival of Contemporary Performing Arts. It is also a fair description of where Arcade Fire see themselves in 2014. Touring the world in support of their wildly acclaimed fourth album, Reflektor, the six-piece from Montreal are taking to the world’s stage with gimmicks including wearing papier mâché heads, performing from within the midst of their audiences, requesting that fans attend shows in fancy-dress, and augmenting their line-up with brass, string, Haitian percussionists and visual effects by the party-load. It is, they say, about shaking up the precepts – the limitations – of what a rock concert can, or should, be. ‘We did look into doing this tour playing from the floor and raising the audience up a little – we actually did the math,’ Win says. ‘But it was cost-prohibitive.’

Who better, then, to headline Glastonbury’s main Pyramid Stage on the opening night this year?

It is the first Friday of May, exactly eight weeks before Arcade Fire’s appearance at Glastonbury. The band are in Atlanta, Georgia. Tonight they play Aaron’s Lakewood Amphitheatre, a 19,000-capacity venue just outside the city that is half-covered, half-open. This hot afternoon several band members are idling in the backstage area, groggy after the overnight bus ride from the previous evening’s concert in Nashville.

Régine Chassagne, co-singer and the wife of Win Butler, admits that today she is feeling ‘fuggy’ and ‘fuzzy’ in the head. Chassagne is also distracted by the seemingly random noises drifting from the stage. She is, like all of her bandmates, a multi-instrumentalist. But her musical ear seems keener than most – all she can hear are glitches within the soundcheck that is just starting up.

Win is an imposing figure at 6ft 5in, even when he is under the weather: he is snuffling, sniffing and coughing with a tour cold. A fitful night’s sleep in an extra-long bunk on the tour bus hasn’t helped. ‘I never quite get used to the bus,’ he says heavily, cradling an Eye Opener juice from Wholefoods. ‘But it’s better than going to the airport every day.’

Last night’s concert sounds like it was quite a show, the band’s impassioned fans fully embracing the fancy-dress request. ‘There was a guy dressed like Jesus who stood up on someone’s shoulders with his arms out for the encore,’ Will says, laughing. ‘A little distracting!’

Chassagne explains Arcade’s Fire enthusiasm for audience participation. She is of Haitian descent, and is keen to evoke the free-flowing carnival spirit of her homeland. Thus the band’s gigs are ‘not a recital,’ she says emphatically in her Québécois accent. ‘It’s a communal experience, and we’re making that happen together. The audience inspire us to be even more into it. The more they’re into it, then we’re even more into it. And it goes up and up and up and up!’ she says giddily.

Arcade Fire formed in Montreal a dozen years ago. Transplanted from the oil-company suburbs of Houston, Texas, where he grew up, Butler was the son of a geologist. He had come to Montreal to study scriptural interpretation, and there he met Chassagne. She was a jazz singer and player in baroque and medieval ensembles. Around the couple coalesced Win’s brother Will, plus Canadians Parry, Jeremy Gara (drums, guitar) and Tim Kingsbury (bass, guitar). Arcade Fire self-funded and self-released their debut EP and album – financial independence, they reasoned, begat creative independence. Funeral, their first album, was released in September 2004 in Canada, with a British release five months later. They were an instant critical success, with Britain falling particularly enthusiastically for their anthemic and widescreen yet literate rock music. Little wonder that U2 were early adopters, using Arcade Fire’s rousing Wake Up as the intro music on their 2005/6 Vertigo tour, and later inviting the band to support them.

Little wonder, also, that the band they are most often compared to is Radiohead. Win Butler describes hearing the band’s 1995 album The Bends as something like an epiphany. As a 15-year-old at an exclusive boarding school in New Hampshire – his father’s alma mater – it was British guitar music (Radiohead, Joy Division, the Smiths, the Cure) and writers (George Orwell and John Kennedy Toole) that spoke most to him. (Their album Neon Bible was named after Toole’s first book, written when he was 16, but published posthumously, after A Confederacy of Dunces had made him famous.)

A decade since the release of Funeral, Arcade Fire are one of the biggest rock bands in the world, feted by fans, critics and stars. David Bowie is a guest vocalist on Reflektor, and has joined them on stage; Bruce Springsteen has covered their song Keep the Car Running; David Byrne and Lou Reed were enthusiastic attendees at the band’s shows.

Filmmakers, too, have been drawn to Arcade Fire, partly through Win Butler’s evocative lyrics. Terry Gilliam, another of Win’s heroes, filmed them for a YouTube film at New York’s Madison Square Garden. Terrence Malick shot them for an as-yet-unreleased film set in the Austin, Texas, music scene. And Spike Jonze directed a film, Scenes from the Suburbs, scripted by the Butler brothers and a companion piece to their album The Suburbs. Arcade Fire returned the compliment – they wrote the Oscar-nominated score for Jonze’s recent film Her. Asked about his own film-making aspirations, Win says almost in passing, ‘I’m sure I’ll do something in film at some point.’

They have been touring Reflektor since its release last autumn. It is a double-album that, aside from Bowie’s guest spot, features Rodin’s sculpture of Orpheus and Eurydice on the cover; references Greek myths; and pays homage to the rhythms and carnival culture of Haiti. Their current single is equally ambitious and freighted with meaning.

On one level We Exist is a funky, singalong pop song with a Billie Jean bassline. Dig a little deeper – and quiz Win on his lyrics – and its narrative emerges: it is the story of a gay teenager in Jamaica fighting for acceptance. The video features the actor Andrew Garfield playing a transgender character. The clip climaxes with Garfield, in woman’s dress and wig, stumbling on to the stage of April’s Coachella Festival in California, rocking out while Arcade Fire perform their headline set.

Arcade Fire are a band of equals, but some are more equal than others. Win Butler leads from the front, his vision and faith as robust as it always was, even when he was a teenager in the sprawling, well-to-do suburbs of Houston. It was a faith that lasted throughout his schooling. Didn’t his father – a scientist, and presumably rather empirically minded – ever question his son’s professional direction? Something along the lines of, ‘I paid for this education – you’d better use it’?

‘No, he really never pulled that one,’ Win says. ‘I mean, I’m sure he had some doubts at times. But I was pretty self-assured about the whole thing. I never had a lot of existential doubt about whether I could be a musician.’

The alternative career that he briefly considered was filmmaking. ‘But I got a whiff pretty early on of how corporate that was, of how much money you need. If you have an idea, the steps to actually execute it involve so much loss of control and so much outside money. So very early I remember having a feeling for that and thought, no, I’d rather be by myself with a guitar and have creative freedom.’

It sounds as if he had an unshakeable confidence that the music would come good. ‘I just don’t even think about it that way,’ he says, frowning slightly. ‘If you’re a musician, if you’re supposed to do it, you do it. Maybe it’s different for those who see themselves more as performers.’

To illustrate his point, he mentions an interview with Britney Spears that he saw ‘a few years ago. She was in a singing competition when she was a little kid. And the first time she heard that applause was the first time she knew she wanted to be an artist.’ Win shrugs. ‘To me those are the two schools. Either you’re in it for the applause, or you’re in it because it’s what you were supposed to do. More of a vocation.’

The Butlers were raised in a Mormon household, and religious imagery and language swirl about many Arcade Fire songs. But as with the lyrics of Nick Cave, it is there to lend wings, depth and mystery to the art rather than to speak of innate godliness. In any case, Arcade Fire are not wholly cast in Win’s image. He is an uncompromising character but the band will challenge him. He seems to relish the creative flux that goes along with building a band of six opinionated, creative and very active musicians. (Earlier this month, Parry released an album of classical compositions on Deutsche Grammophon.)

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘I don’t want to be a f***ing solo artist. There’s a certain amount of give and take involved in being a band. But the positives far outweigh the negatives. It’s not even worth talking about. Almost every band that I think is great has multiple songwriters behind it. It’s people doing their best at whatever they do, in that moment.’

Chassagne had met plenty of players on Montreal’s vibrant music scene, and was no fan of rock’n’roll, and even less enthused by rock’n’rollers. But in Win she recognised someone who was serious about music. ‘That is how we connected,’ she says. ‘I didn’t believe it at first. He said, “Oh, I play a little guitar, a little piano…” I thought, “Yeah, like everybody does.” But then he played me a few songs. I am so deeply, deeply into music and I had met someone else who was.’ She gasps, lost for words. ‘So it was kind of special.’

The romance didn’t get in the way of their work because they are both so committed to songwriting. ‘Just writing songs and writing songs and writing songs… It goes together. If there’s a nice day where nobody bothers us and the phone doesn’t ring too much, we write a song. Every time,’ she beams.

So that’s date-night for the Butler-Chassagnes?

‘Writing songs. Seriously! We just write songs. It’s so great. I love it.’

Later, at the soundcheck, Arcade Fire work through versions of Radio Free Europe by REM and Hey Ya! by OutKast, Georgian artists both (the band do a site-specific cover of a song by a local band at every show). Both Chassagne and Butler move purposefully about the stage, conferring with and guiding the musicians – a dozen in all.

The show itself is a sensation. Some of the band arrive on stage from among the audience, their big papier mâché heads bobbing above the cheering crowd. All of the band are elaborately costumed. During Flashbulb Eyes, as Chassagne bashes merrily at steel drums, Will Butler plays keyboards while wearing a square LED box on his head.

For My Body Is A Cage – only the fourth song – streamers fly from the stage; every song, it seems, is treated like an encore. During We Exist, a back-projected video shows four hairy builders doing slinky formation dancing. In another song, Chassagne suddenly appears, singing, on a tiny stage within the throng of the crowd. For the first actual encore, 10 ‘bobbleheads’ – fans wearing papier mâché likenesses of Bono, the Pope and other, more indeterminate public figures – cavort across the stage.

All things considered, Glastonbury 2014 couldn’t have picked a better opening night headliner. And for his part, Win Butler was genuinely excited about the prospect of a return engagement, especially when I told him of last year’s glorious weather conditions. On top of that, his and Chassagne’s one-year-old son will be with them, which only adds to the good spirits. During our interview, Butler brightens up immediately when the smiley blond infant toddles over. Purist to the last, the couple ask me to not divulge his name. But their child is fully embedded within the Arcade Fire party; he has his own Reflektor onesie, stitched by a woman in Butler’s parents’ church. He even has his own tour bus – an inflatable playpen in the shape of a VW camper van.

‘He’s coming everywhere. On tour it’s great, cos there’s a lot of downtime. We watch a lot less TV now,’ Win says wryly. ‘That was my dad’s only real advice: you just learn to be more efficient with your time. You choose your hobbies more wisely. Which is a good thing. A 34-year-old guy should haven’t that much free time. Songwriting, bit of basketball maybe, and I’m good.’

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