he writes lyrics and never uses them

Here's to BTS.

Here’s to Rap Monster, who has dreamed of this moment since his debut. Who used to perform as an underground artist as a student and who led his group so well despite his young age, despite of his uncertainty and fear for the future. Who makes sure to always be there to talk to his members about their feelings and thoughts. Who gave up entering a good university for his passion for music and has spent nearly every night writing lyrics and making songs even till the early morning, even while waiting to go up on stage and even when they are on the plane flying to their next event. Who always writes such thoughtful tangents on loving ourselves, trusting our youth and our passion, forgiving ourselves, and appreciating everything that we have in this world. Who shows us every side to him even though he’s scared of the vulnerability. Who never forgets to thank those around him even if he does not know them personally. Who always thinks of us wherever he goes and who is always rooting for us in whatever we do. Truly without him, BTS would not be the BTS that they are today. And I really hope that he knows that; I hope that receiving this award was able to take all his stresses and heavy thoughts from his shoulders. And even more, I hope that he has learned to love himself- flaws and all- just as we love him. Thank you for always showering us with love and thoughtfulness even if we may not deserve it, thank you for never forgetting about us. I hope that you never doubt yourself and your pure heart. You are more than deserving of this award.

Here’s to Jin. Who has shown us that hardwork and self-confidence is everything. He was accepted into Konkuk university, which is a prestigious Seoul university, before entering Bighit. He got into the film department with absolutely NO special admissions. He studied hard with plans as to become an actor but when Bighit changed his career path, Jin practiced every single day to become the amazing performer that he is today. I think of how he called his vocal trainer at 4am to show her that he has improved and I get so proud. Here’s to the oldest member of the group. Who constantly showers his members and his fans with love. Who was the one that cooked for the members, borrowing food and tools from his own family when BTS could not afford to, who made sure that every member became comfortable in Seoul when they first arrived at BigHit. Who is unbelievably intelligent as well. Who is always there to make us laugh with his silly gags and jokes, who is always there to make us feel loved. You worked hard to improve, you worked hard to be where you are right now. You deserve this.

Here’s to Suga. Who learned what it meant to be an adult at such a young age. Who used to perform for audiences of two and not have enough money to even buy ramen. Who used to listen to people constantly tell him that he would ruin his family. Who came up to Bighit as a trainee to become a hip hop artist and still worked hard and did not falter when that goal changed; learning to dance and what it means to be an idol, studying and working part time, fighting with suicidal thoughts, depression, self-hatred, a broken shoulder, and more. Who spends countless of sleepless nights working on music and lyrics, even on the nights that they are on vacation or when they just come back from a performance. Who truly showed us that though the start may be humble, the end will be prosperous. Thank you for teaching us what it means to live with passion, thank you for always working hard even if you don’t need to. You may not believe it, but this award is real and you deserve it. You’ve achieved all of your goals now! You’ve worked hard to be where you are. Thank you for showing us that hardwork and determination will never, ever betray us.

Here’s to J-Hope. Who was a street dancer and came into Bighit planning to become a vocalist and dancer. Who, when everyone doubted his skills, practiced even harder to become the well-rounded artist that he is now. Who taught himself how to rap and how to write lyrics despite having little experience in that area and is now one of the main creators behind bts’s music. Who practices every night, working on his mixtape and working on his dance skills, because he loves to do so. Who shows us what it means to live with hope and who never fails to show us happiness even in the most difficult of times. I hope you know that we are aware of how thoughtful you are, I hope you know that our love for you is eternal, and I hope you know that you too are more than deserving for this reward. And I just hope that you know that your existence to us gives us strength, that you do not always have to put yourself behind a happy facade and force yourself to hide your true emotions. We know the wide range of thoughts that you have running in your head and we absolutely care for and love all of them.

Here’s to Jimin. Who was a diligent student that studied dance so passionately. Who spends nearly every night in the practice room because he thinks “who am I to be resting right now?” I think of how you cried when people doubted your skills and I hope you know that those people are completely wrong. Your voice is something that touches our hearts and moves us and your skill in dance never fails to amaze us. You belong on stage. Here’s to Jimin. Who also showers his members with such adoration and affection, who is always there to comfort them in the darkest of times. Thank you for showing us what it means to be a good friend and brother. Thank you for showing us what it means to be kind. I hope you know that we love you just the way you are and that it’s okay to rest and to make mistakes. Please don’t ever doubt yourself.

Here’s to Taehyung. Who had to get the help of the Bighit staff to convince his family to let him begin training. Who wanted to be a farmer so that he could help his grandmother in Daegu. Who has been so strong throughout this difficult and painful year. Who still performed passionately for us even when he lost one of the most important woman in his life. Who put up a joyful front for so long even though he was actually in so much pain. Who constantly shows us new sides to his personality. Who constantly works hard in all that he does. Thank you for never failing to put a smile on our faces even when you were going through such a low point and thank you for teaching us what it means to be a filial child. Thank you for loving bangtan just as much as we do and thank you for always being so kind and bright. You share so much with us even when we aren’t deserving of it, Your stage presence and skill never fails to amaze me as well. We will remember your grandmother and we will always thank her for her blessings. You are more than deserving of this award. We know how wide the spectrum of your thoughts are and we know how intelligent you are- no matter what type of expression you might have on your face, your existence is always one that we will love.

Here’s to Jungkook. Who started training at such a young age, who was so shy and insecure about himself. Who left his family in Busan to come up to Seoul when he was just 14 years old. Who sacrificed the chance of making so many important memories for his dream, who sacrificed his youth for us. You gave up so many childhood memories- school romances, field days, school friends- to be on stage. Thank you. I think of how you cry when you think of the hardships that his members are going through and I thank you for trusting your brothers and your future, you deserve all the love in this world but please realize that you, also, have been through so many difficult times and have dealt with hardships. It’s okay to not be strong all the time. Thank you for showing us your growth and your endurance and passion. Thank you for showering us with love in so many ways  (whether it be through your detailed song covers or your concert ments), thank you for becoming the person that you are today. Please know that even when your thoughts are cluttered and messy, we are always here to support you and love you. You are more than deserving of this award, thank you for sharing your youth with us.

Lastly, here’s to BTS. This whole entire post of mine is incredibly cheesy but they really do mean a lot to me. Not only do they brighten my every day with their humor and antics but they each have taught me so many things and they constantly inspire me in all that they do. They have taught me to dream, to be diligent, to be loving, to be humble, and to trust my future. More importantly, they have taught me what it means to be young. So here’s to BTS and their first daesang. You deserve it more than anybody in this world and you each are deserving of all the love in this universe. Thank you for showing us that we never are alone and thank you for understanding us and showing us what it means to achieve your dreams and to live with passion. We hear your voice.

Here’s to the first of many more :)

but why did brendon put that audio clip before casual affair? why did he reference 1979 in golden days? why did he write “at night your body is a symphony / and i’m conducting” in a song about the band split? why did he use ‘him’ (arguably ‘them’ but definitely not ‘she) in hallelujah? why did he reference tokyo and south africa in bittersweet? why did he say “time can never break your heart but it’ll take the pain away” was his favorite lyric on doab? why did he reference the ‘guests at the party’ in impossible year? why did he

Four Years After ~ Chapter Three

Not requested

Genre: Angst // Romance

Member: Park Chanyeol

Summary: (of this series) Four years after your breakup with Chanyeol, you are forced into collaborating with him on a song for publicity. From fan signings together, to song-writing together, you both eventually have to sing together in public. But what happens along the way of this song-making process between two exes?

Summary: (of this chapter) Okay. It’s been forever since chapter two. But chapter three is here now! Chanyeol does some questionable actions and says some questionable statements.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter four}

He looks into your eyes again and you can see something shift in the way he looks at you.

It’s not love.

It’s not regret.

It’s not hatred.

It’s longing.

“Since the song is practically based on us…” he says. “And you want a merry ending. Let’s have a merry ending.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, curious.

If you weren’t sitting so close to him, you wouldn’t hear what he says next.

“Let’s continue our love story then. And let’s end it with something happy. Me and you.”

What kind of shit just came out of his mouth?

Why did Chanyeol just say he wanted to continue his love story with you?

And what was the point of saying that?

Because if he knew you, he’d definitely know that you would say no, especially by the way you’re looking at him right now.

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Day6: their s/o asks them to teach them to play an instrument

Jae: so excited. He might actually suggest it to you a couple times before you finally agree to it. He’ll sit you down in front of him and wrap his long arms around you and reach the guitar strings. He’ll guide your hands until you finally strum a rhythm and he’ll be so excited omg. Even when you’ve mastered playing the guitar, he probably still insists on sitting behind you and teaching you some more.

Sungjin: the best teacher ever. Never gets angry or impatient and he’s so gentle while guiding your hands on the strings. He’ll hum along in your ear as he strums away with your fingers. He absolutely will love it when you ask him to teach you, it makes him feel like you’re showing interest in his hobbies- so ofc it’s like combining his two loves together, you and music.

Youngk: he’ll be like…you sure, dude? Bc I’ll be pretty hard on you. Lmao he loves to playfully tease you and tell you that you’ve got something wrong when you actually haven’t. So sweet and patient, never snaps at you if you don’t get something right. He’ll actually use this time to write new music bc you’re giving him inspirations and lyrics are just pouring out of his mouth.

Wonpil: ahhh he looks so good when playing the piano and the synthesizer, you just had to ask him to teach you. He’ll be more than happy to get you to be interested in these kinds of things. Will start off with simple notes and melodies and demonstrates them with his long, slender fingers on the keyboard. Also would never get mad, he’ll just giggle when you mess up and get frustrated. 

Dowoon: oo boy, excited is an understatement. He won’t show how happy he is tho, he’ll just shrug and ask you to sit on his lap, or his side if you prefer. He’ll start to drum along to their songs and get lost in the music that most of the time he forgets about actually teaching you. But you’d be find just watching him tbh, he rarely lets you see him like this.

Originally posted by k-dramainfection

Distractions - A drabble

A drabble based on this series 

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 543

Originally posted by loveblushes

The metal knob turned as you unlocked the door to Yoongi’s apartment. It was that time of the week when you’d go over to his place and clean for him since he was too busy worrying about his trainee assignments to care for the hygiene of his residence. 

It wasn’t too late, probably around seven in the evening, and that’s why you were surprised to find Yoongi sitting criss crossed at his low rise table in the middle of the one room apartment. He looked comfortable sitting down in his his sweats and hoodie. In his hand was a pen, and in front of him were a bunch of papers. You assumed he was writing more lyrics down.

“Yoongs? You’re home, already?” 

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🎤The Real Thing🎤

A strange thing happened when Faith No More took their new singer into the studio: like Mosley, he opted for a nasal delivery with his vocals that thankfully disappeared from any further Faith No More recordings as he found his way.

Patton was five years younger than Bass player and band leader Billy Gould.: “He was a fucking brat, an arrogant little baby who’d never sipped alcohol before, never been to a bar, and we were all these crusty fucking older guys,”

The lyrics on The Real Thing were written by Patton in only two weeks
“I wrote them like they were one of my creative writing university assignments” Patton said.
He accidentally cut four tendons in his hand while shooting the from out of nowhere video, and while it now works, full feeling in it never returned.

Faith No More had been touring the world for a year when Epic blew up in the US. Just as they were winding down, they discovered that they had to start all over again. With its rapped verses, and from the suggestion of Friend and Mr Bungle bassist Trevor Dunn, Patton said he was attempting to simulate the same vibe as Blondie’s Rapture, though the lyrics are about simulating something else. “It’s a song about jerking off,” Patton claimed.”although people think it’s about sex”

The frontman soon became disturbed by the attention his good looks brought him, and he recoiled in disgust at the advances of female fans. “All these kids screaming at me and wanting to sleep with me – it’s got nothing to do with sex, it’s vampirism, I’m their transfusion,” he said. “When you walk down the street and people yell at you and try to grab your hair, it’s not natural.I hate it”

SITS: Proposal

“Anonymous said: Can you please do a headcanon for Scandal In The Spotlight, where the guys try to propose to MC but the one of the other guys nearly ruin the surprise, like going ‘let me see your hand!’ And things like that?”  

Requested: Yes 

For: Anon

Smut: No

Nagito Aoshima
Your boyfriend Nagito has been extra cheerful lately. The guys found it annoying but you found it adorable. Yes, it might be annoying but he sure can brighten up your day. 

The guys knew what’s making Nagito extra cheerful, even though they’re annoyed of how high his energy level, they’re all happy for him. 

He brought you to a theme park to celebrate your anniversary with him. Going around the park and going to every single ride with the love of your life was absolutely wonderful. 

The two of you even tried all the food inside the park. As the the two of you were having fun, the sun was starting to set. Nagito asked if the two of you could go to the ferris wheel to take a look a good view of the park. 

“Come on Y/N! Hurry up!” He smiled happily as he dragged you towards the ferris wheel. 

Once everyone got to their carts, the wheel started to move. When your cart reached the top you could see how beautiful the scenery. “It’s beautiful. Thank you Nagi for bringing me here! I had lots of fun” You kissed his cheeks. 

He wrapped his arms around you. “You know I could get used to this.” He whispered and you agreed with him. You could definitely get used to having him by your side before going to bed and waking up in the morning. 

When your date at the theme park was over he said there’s one more place he would like to take you but forgot something at home. Since he didn’t want you to wait outside and freeze, he told you to wait in the living room for him. And in that moment Takashi passed by. “Oh you’re home already?” He then looked at your ring finger only to find no ring was placed there yet. “Wait, where’s your ring? Don’t tell me you lost it already.” Takashi sighed. 

“Leader! You ruined my surprise!” Nagito pouted. Pushing Takashi away, and he headed straight to his room.

“Nagi? What ring is Takashi talking about? And what is the surprise?” You question. 

“Well it can’t be helped now since Leader ruined it.” Nagito got down on one knee. “Y/N the moment I saw you, I knew I’d fall in love with your personality. You’re hardworking, easy going, kind, friendly and amazing. You’re the first person who gave me butterflies everytime you smiled or laugh. And whenever I see you sad it breaks my heart that’s why I promised myself never to make you sad ever. So Y/N will you do the honour of marrying me and I’ll keep you happy as long as I live.” He was now smiling. 

Tears escaped your eyes. You simply nodded your head, “Of course I’ll marry you!” He slipped the ring. He wiped your tears away, “Thank you Y/N for making me happy. In a few months, we can be a real family.” In that moment, the two of you sealed a gentle kiss. 

Ryo Chibana
Ryo has been busy with writing lyrics lately. There are times you’d offer if he needed help but he would always insist that he’ll do it himself. This made you feel sad. 

Writing lyrics for the band became a hobby for you. At first you hated it but it became to love it as time passed by. 

Ryo didn’t have time with you anymore and it get very lonely. Little Yamada would always come and comfort you. But even Little Yamada can’t fill the loneliness you were feeling. 

One night you got a text from Ryo saying that you should be ready by eight in the evening for your date. You happily danced around your room after you read the text, then you went through your closet finding a dress. 

Once you were finished, there was a knock on your door. When you opened the door, Ryo was in a nice suit. “Ready to go?” He led you downstairs where Kota was playing video games. 

Kota noticed your presence and paused his game to look at you and Ryo. “Honestly you two look like newly weds. I know you’re going to pr-“ 

“Annnnd I think you should go back to your game now Kota. Y/N and I will leave now.” Kota shrugged it off and went back to playing his video game. You were so confused, why did Ryo react to that. Did he not want to marry you? You sulking in the passenger seat. 

Ryo took you to a private beach where there was a table just for the two of you. You tried your best not to ruin this day and just smile at him. As the two of you were eating, Ryo noticed that you’re just faking everything. “Y/N what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing really.” You smiled.

“Come on Y/N there’s something bothering you and I know it.” You sighed. 

“Okay fine.. Ryo… Do you not want to get married with me or something?” Ryo was taken aback with this question. “Cause before we left, you seemed like you didn’t want to get married and defended yourself right away when Kota complimented us.” Ryo got up from his seat. He took your hand, kissed it and kneeled down. “Y/N that’s not true. In fact that’s the opposite and I can’t wait to get married to you. Kota was close to ruining my surprise.”

“What surprise?” 

“Y/N… You were in this mess cause of me. Never once did I hear you say that you hated writing lyrics for the band and you forgave me for leaving them. I put you through a tough time and I’m really sorry. Technically, you’re now the seventh member of Revance. Not only that but you’re an important person in my life and I plan to keep you for myself. Y/N will you do the honours and spend the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me Y/N?” He waited for your response and you hugged him tight. “Yes, Ryo I’ll marry you.” You broke the hug and he placed the ring on your finger. He kissed you passionately. 

“I can’t wait to have kids on our own.” He smiled. 

Iori Enjo
This is one of those rare event where Iori would show his real smile instead of his stage smiled or the scowl on his face. You don’t know what’s going on or what the reason for the smile on his face but you had two ideas that popped up. 

The first one being that he has a surprise for you or that he found another woman to fulfill his needs. As much as you wanted it to be the first option you couldn’t help but think about the second option, this made you frown.

The guys have noticed your sudden change of behaviour, they couldn’t help but get worried about you. Your boyfriend was informed about this and he panicked. His surprised ins’t ready yet and he couldn’t help but think about you breaking up with him. 

One summer day, Iori asked you out on a date. You thought to yourself that this is your last date with him before he breaks up with you. However there was an emergency and you and Iori headed off to the TV station for their interview. As the guys were changing Ryo came up to you. “Sorry about this Y/N. I know you and Iori had plans but I hope his surprise cheered you up!” 

“Surprise?” You questioned. 

“He didn’t d his surprise yet? He was going t-” Ryo was cut off. 

“Ryo that’s enough. You’ve said too much.” Ryo apologized and left the room. The guys left as well leaving you and Iori alone. “That damn Ryo. Who does he think he is ruining my surprise.” 

There was fear in your eyes. You couldn’t help but cry. “I-Iori? Are you… Are you breaking up with me?” You stepped away from him. 

“What? Oh God no! Of course not! Why would you think I’d break up with you?”

“Well cause lately you’ve been smiling more and I came up with two conclusion. The first one is that you have a surprise for me.” He smiled at this. “And the second one being…. You have another woman to fulfill your needs.” His smile turned into a frown. 

He walked towards you. “Well you’re definitely right about one thing. For the past few days I’ve been smiling because I have a surprise for you. I wanted it to be perfect but I guess I’ll do it now.” He kneeled on one knee. “Y/N, please remember that you’re the only one I love. I can not imagine myself with another woman but you. You know you’re the only woman who can tolerate me.” Fresh tears rolled down your face. “Y/N you always make me happy when I’m down. Will you do the honours of making me the happiest man on earth and marry me?” He smiled. 

“Y-Yes of course I will you sadistic Prince!” You sobbed. 

He just chuckled and kiss you. “I still can’t believe you thought I’d leave you for another woman.” He kissed your forehead and embraced you tightly.

Kota Igarashi
For the past few days, your human cat boyfriend has been very clingy. Not that you minded or anything. 

Wherever you went, he would follow. You on the other hand has to follow him due to your job as their assistant manager. 

Just like in the beginning, when there are movie scenes where he gets really romantic to anyone other than you, he’d tell you to leave. Even though you’ve told him many times that you’re okay with it. But you just followed his orders anyways. 

In this end of the movie he proposes to a girl which might led to a sequel depending on those who watch it, you sighed to yourself wishing that you’d be the first person he’d propose to but work is work. 

Kota on the other hand also wanted you to be the first one he proposes to and not some girl that he works with. One of the staff came running towards the director saying that the actress that’s suppose to play as Kota’s significant other got into a car accident but received minor injuries. 

“How are we suppose to finish the movie in time now?” The director panicked. 

Kota suggested that you should play as the woman instead. Just a little bit of make up and hairstyle will help you look like the actress. After all you and the actress has similar features which the director didn’t mind. 

Kota practiced his lines with you in the back room when Iori entered. “It’s about time you did it.” 

You were confused. “Wait what?”

“Isn’t Kota pro-” 

“Iori leave us alone. I’m practising my lines.” Your cat-like boyfriend glared at Iori. 

You didn’t mind it but there was something off with Kota just now but you brushed it off. The two of you headed to the set and he said his lines with full of passion and love. “Janine, you’re the love of my life. You were there for me when I needed you from the start. Yes I was a huge jerk in the beginning but in a short amount of time, I learned to love you. I learned that I can never go in a day without seeing your smile, or hearing your voice.” Wait… this is not the lines you two rehearsed. Did Kota forget his lines and started to adlib again? You thought to yourself. “When I saw you cry over me, I was hurt. I didn’t know what to do then I saw another guy comforting you and I was hurt even more. I should’ve been the one that’s when I realized I love you. And now after a year of dating, I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else but you. Janine, will you marry me?” You knew this wasn’t real but it felt real to you. All you needed to do was nod your head.

Kota smiled and slipped the ring on your finger. Once he was done he gave you one passionate kiss. “AND CUT!! Kota! Y/N! That was wonderful!” The director yelled. 

You made your way to the dressing room to change back to your clothes. In a few minutes Kota came in and took off the ring that he used to “propose” to you. “Oh I should probably give this back.” Just as you were about to leave. He hugged you. “Y/N you know I was ad-libbing right?” You nodded your head. “I did that because I wanted to propose to you the way I should. I wanted you to receive my first proposal and not some actress.” He got down on one knee. “So Y/N what do you say? Will you marry me? For real this time?”  And just like the first time, you shed tears of joy and nodded yes to Kota. He gave you another one passionate kiss but this time, there was no director to yell ‘cut’ and ruin the moment. 

Kyohei Rikudoh
He’s been waiting for this moment. The two of you have been through a lot. Yes the two of you had a rough start but in the end, the two of you got through them. 

Being with Kyohei made you feel safe and loved every single day. He always showed his love to you through his words and actions. He’s not afraid to show you off to the guys when they’re home, but he can get quite jealous. 

Today is the day he was going to propose to you, he already asked the guys about what they think about it and they told him that if he’s happy and ready then might as well just do it now. Kyohei was really happy to hear that from them and proceeded with his plan. Everyone has plans today so Kyohei decided to do something romantic inside the house that all of you shared. 

Kyohei covered your eyes as he navigated your way inside. "Kyohei what’s going on?” You whispered.

“You’ll see, just be patient." 

The moment the two of you stepped in the unknown place you automatically knew where you were. You were home, he took of his hands so you can see his surprise. "What’s all this for Kyohei?” 

He grabbed your hands, “Y/N I know that our meeting wasn’t really close to whatever you had in mind when it comes to your perfect guy and all that but I wouldn’t change it any other way. Yes it was really an odd way to meet the love of my life but like I said I wouldn’t change it or else I wouldn’t have been able to meet you. Y/N…” He paused looking deeply at your eyes. “Wi-”

“Oh man how can I forget that design!” Kyohei was interrupted by Nagito. “Hey guys. Kyohei did you?!?” Nagito didn’t even bother getting an answer from Kyohei and rushed towards you. “Y/N let me see your hand!!” He took your hands and you gave him a questioning look. 

“Why do you need to see my hand?” You asked. He took your hand and was disappointed. “Awes.” 

Kyohei gave Nagito a nudge as if he’s telling him he didn’t do it yet. Nagito tried to cover his slip up. “Y/N maybe you should get your nails done incase something important happens.” Nagito winked and left the house. 

“Well that was weird. Why would I need to get my nails done at all.” You looked at the door where Nagito exited. 

“Well..” Kyohei asked and kneeled on one knee. You turned toward him only to see him on his knee. “Before we were interrupted I was going to ask you to marry me.” There was a pause, you tried to get the information in. “Well what do you say Y/N? Will you marry me?” There it is the smile you fell in love with. 

You nodded your head. “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you Kyohei.” Kyohei got up and gave you a passionate kiss. “I’m so glad you said yes. Or else I will do everything until I hear the word I wanted to hear.” He spun you around after giving you a passionate kiss. He can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

Takashi Ninagawa
For the past few days, your boyfriend has been extra quiet. You know that he’s probably busy with composing but you couldn’t help but get worried. 

What if he was cheating on you? You shook your head, Takashi would never do that. Just as you were walking around the house you bumped into Takashi. “Y/N I want you to wear something nice. At seven in the evening, we’re going out on a date.”  

This sudden plan for a date took you by surprise. “Um… Okay. See you then.” He walked backed to the recording room while you were grinning like an idiot.

Throughout the day you couldn’t stop thinking about Takashi’s behaviour lately. Since you were distracted, you weren’t able to write lyrics. You kept watching the clock until it was almost time for you to get ready for your date. 

You waited for Takashi down in the living room, Kyohei was roaming around. “You’re still here? don’t you and Taka have a date today?” He questioned. 

“Yes I’m just waiting for him.” You fiddled with the ring on your left hand. 

Kyohei noticed and smiled. “So he really did do it.” You raised your brow at him. “Let me see your hand.” The moment he lifted your hand he looked disappointed. “He changed his mind about the r-” 

“KYOHEI!” Shut your mouth this instant.” Takashi looked very angry. Kyohei put his hands up as if he was trying to surrender. 

“Oh so you didn’t…” Kyohei trailed off. “No, not yet. We’re leaving.” He grabbed you out of the house and took you to a restaurant. 

The place was only sereved for you. “I know there must be a lot of questions swimming around your mind but didn’t ask the moment we left the house.”

“Yeah… What was Kyohei talking about?” 

He sighed. “Y/N Kyohei was just being an idiot. He almost ruined my surprise.” He took your hand and kneeled on one knee. “Y/N thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You always knew how to comfort me when I stuck composing music. You’re the most important person to me and I want to spend the rest of my life. Y/N… Will you do the honour of being Mrs. Y/N Ninagawa and marry me?”

Tears rolled down your face as you see the man you love proposing to you. “YES! Of course! I want to spend my life with you too!” He replaced the ring you were wearing with the ring he bought and kissed you. 

“I promise that I’ll never let you go.” He embraced you tightly.

Originally posted by jimin-nim

Seokjin - 

Your storytelling was what caught the attention of Big Hit. You made everything flow together and for Seokjin, he was glad your skill was getting recognized. He did his best and asked that the others do the same. When each scene was shot, from the dancing to the acting you were always encouraging instead of harsh. He knew they were probably getting special treatment but he was glad. And when they watched it and saw how you made the story unfold, he didn’t know you did music videos and not movies.

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

Yoongi -

You were renown for your concepts. You could read through a sheet of lyrics and already have six different ways to present them. You were directing for a song that he helped write and he noticed you were being a lot more involved than you normally would. It made him proud that his lyrics could inspire you like this. The concept was sharp and attention grabbing. It was something he wasn’t sure anyone had done before and he looked forward to seeing your praise.

Originally posted by wonhobe

Hoseok -

Your stylized use of lights and effects set you apart from the majority of directors. Your work always had a distinct feel. You were never a harsh director but you did have standards. He wasn’t worried about that but had some fears about being able to show off and handle what a good director you were. He’d do his best though, he wanted to make you proud and show you what an amazing dancer he was. He struggled a bit with the acting up you knew how to handle that. When he got to watch the music video he was in awe of what you could do and hoped this would spark a partnership with his company.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Namjoon -

Your cinematography was inspiring. You made it like a dance all on it’s own. When you directed, there was a grace to you that no one could quite copy. Namjoon found it to be an absolute pleasure to work with you. He wanted to see the professional side of you. He loved seeing the differences in your normally smiling persona versus someone who was there only to work and give your partner some of your best work.

Originally posted by itsvanillish

Jimin -

You didn’t play around and exploit your cast when you were directing. It would have been easy to have your boyfriend acting sexy but you weren’t using him like that. Your music videos were often mature and had a solemn feeling. Some critics outright called them depressing but you never cared. Watching your MVs was like watching a movie and it could bring just about anyone to tears. You made use of his contemporary dance background instead and when recording came to a close, he found himself excited to see the finished piece.

Originally posted by parkjmxn

Taehyung -

You made actors out of musicians. It was your talent to draw out the skills hidden beneath what they already knew they could do. Taehyung was excited to work with you, you knew about his desires to be an actor and you did your best to show off his natural talent and the skills he built. He was the main character in the theme and you were both surprised at how well you could bring out his talent. When the group watched it for the first time, everyone was silent. You made each of them look like seasoned Hollywood actors and it felt like you had opened a new door for the group.

Originally posted by dream-bts

Jungkook -

You were a new director on the scene, hot blooded and driving your seniors up the wall. Your skills had surpassed anyone’s expectations and so Big Hit scooped you up as quickly as possible. You made working on the set fun and recording was lighthearted instead of severe. That didn’t mean you weren’t serious about it by any means. Jungkook found himself falling in love again when he saw how passionate you were.

loving writer!calum
  • meeting him at your school’s library
  • stealing the glasses he kept perched up on his head
  • waking up to sticky note love letters
  • always being the first to read his stories with his permission of course
  • you hum a tune and calum makes up the lyrics even though usually most of the talent is on his part he just likes to goof around with you
  • having a literal book shelf full of journals because he fills them up so quickly
  • cheering him on when his favorite website emails him saying they are going to publish his piece
  • making love to him when his favorite band reaches out and uses his lyrics for one of their songs (the lyrics probably being about you)
  • never a dull moment-calum would go to the end of the earth with you if it meant he would gain even a sentence of inspiration
  • having the best vows in the history of wedding vows
  • always being fully stocked on tea because nothing makes writing easier for cal than tea made with plenty of cream and lots of love
  • keeping clippings from his writing in newspapers up on the fridge like they are a kindergartener’s finger painting
  • him helping you with your essays and teaching you to love writing too
  • he’d show you so much love between endless poems and countless forehead kisses
  • taking him out on nights where he can’t find the words to finish the last paragraph
  • lots of ups and down as any writer faces but just being there for him and supporting him a lot
  • im dead now because calum really does write stories and he is just the cutest i would give all my organs to read a single word from his journal i love him so much
Classic || Myungsoo

Note: I wrote this like a year and a half ago on my other blog for a good friend of mine, oh my fetus writing days, but I never posted it anywhere. It just kinda stayed in the drafts and she actually ended up writing sort of a second part to this, but making it a Sunggyu version. It’s pretty cute, and I thought I may as post it somewhere, so I hope y’all like it ^^

Inspired by “Classic” by MTKO

“Four dozen roses, anything for you to notice. All the way to serenade you, doing it Sinatra style.”

Myungsoo stood in front of her locker and waited patiently. He had been planning this whole thing for as long as he could remember, and now the time finally came to see if it would all work out.

         As soon as his last class ended, he was quick to go and make himself look presentable, feeling like he needed to look absolutely perfect in her proximity. He probably fixed his hair at least thirty times in front of the mirror, hoping it would somehow fall into place when he actually stood in front of her.

         Now he stood in front of her locker, holding a bunch of roses behind his back and trying hard to keep his cool. But, even the thought of her just made Myungsoo’s mind go wild and any trace of coolness completely disappear.

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Imagine Dean Hearing Cas sing "Plead the Fifth"
Author: damnitsherlockimadoctornotademon

Original Imagine: Imagine Dean Hearing Cas sing “Plead the Fifth”

Word Count: 1334

Warning: a little Destiel stuff


A/N: ***HIGHLY RECOMMEND listening to the original song when Cas starts playing piano

Castiel walked through the corridors of the bunker alone. Dean had gone out to get food and Sam had secluded himself to his room to do some research on his laptop. Cas didn’t mind this though. With leading the angels against Metatron, he rarely ever got time to (as Dean says) “hang out” at the bunker or time for himself anymore. He enjoyed his wandering when a door by the main entrance caught the corner of his eye.

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for @laugheatwalk, who asked:♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap + the anon who requested ♥: reacting to the other one crying about something (1.8k, canon compliant slightly future fic)

Niall’s been living in LA for six months before he runs into Harry at a party. The Azoffs have their fingers in most of LA’s recording scene, so Niall probably should’ve guessed that Harry would turn up to the Haim girls’ album release party. They were all blowing up Days Are Gone while they were working on Four, replaying the instrumental bits as much as they did the harmonies, talking about all those eighties sounds made new. Niall still regrets that he and the boys never sang “What a Feeling” live. 

He hasn’t seen Harry since they got into separate cars after the X-Factor. Harry gave him a wave and a quick grin, and the next day they were flying to opposite sides of the world. Niall doesn’t ever feel like the last five years never happened, but sometimes he’s afraid they mattered less than he thought they did. That’s gone almost a year, now, and Niall still doesn’t know how he feels about it. 

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Start of Something Good *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Originally posted by natailerushman

Summary: Bucky meets you and you change his world, how he views himself and love, you make him feel like a good person. And during your time together, he learns a lot about himself, he doesn’t regret anything
Warnings: Straight up “beautiful” angst, this does not have the ending you think it will have. 
Admins Note: Everyone go and blame Stephanie from @fanfic-super-chick , she pushed me into uploading angst, plus writing some. It’s meant to be fluff week, somehow, she twisted my arm (not by much) into putting up angst - Ro

Song used - Start of Something Good - Daughtry 

This is written in the style of how I did ‘A New Perspective’ and ‘It Must Have Been Love’, I use my favourite lines or lyrics and incorporate them into the fiction. 

You never know when you’re gonna meet someone
And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone
You’re just walking around and suddenly
Everything that you thought that you knew about love is gone

Bucky had been reunited with Steve for however many days, although he should feel some kind of gratitude or happiness, it doesn’t come and he still feels emotionless and kind of empty. 

He thought being reunited with Steve again would mean all the holes would be filled, everything he once was would come back, that he wouldn’t be still connected to the Winter Soldier but in some ways, he feels more like him than Bucky Barnes. 

Bucky finds himself walking around New York, trying to find something to pull all the pieces together again, something that will show this wasn’t all a waste or a mistake, he walks because it’s the only thing he can do.

Bucky pushes the door to the small, quaint little diner, it makes a small chime as he enters and keeps his head low as he walks to a booth. It’s in the far corner, he sits beside the window to watch the people walk passed, he drums his left hand on the table; the wood making a loud sound against the metal tips, the rest of the hand is covered by a black glove, he doesn’t notice anyone watching him but he can feel a couple eyes on him so he stops.

 He hears small footsteps walking closer to his table, his heart quickens but it slows when he chances a glance only to see a waitress walking towards him, bright smile and a friendly vibe coming from her; something he isn’t used to.

“Hey, welcome to Sally’s Diner” the girl chirps brightly, (Y/H/C) hair pulled into a ponytail, and she’s are wearing the pastel yellow diner dress with a white apron tied around her waist, Bucky raises his eyebrows at the women “can I get you anything, sir?” you asked, Bucky thinks for a moment and you just smile “ordering a coffee means you are allowed to stay here, even if you don’t want one” you shrug and Bucky nods, you nod once and smile once more before leaving. 

You return a minute later with a mug, plus the coffee jug and pour the steaming coffee into the plain white mug, you stand up with a small smile “sure I can’t interest in anything hot on the menu?” you asked, Bucky had the urge to ask if you were on that menu, he resisted and shakes his head lightly “well, I’m (Y/N), just call if you suddenly get hungry, okay?” you ask and he nods again.

You find out it’s all been wrong
and all my scars don’t seem to matter anymore
Cause they led me here to you

Bucky finds himself going back to the diner almost every day, he doesn’t understand why at first, he’s just drawn to it but then he goes only on the days (Y/N) is working. He sits in the booth he normally does, looking out the window, waiting for you to serve him; bright smile, happy eyes and chirpy talk. 

At first, he orders just coffee, only the more he goes it’s coffee and a muffin, the longer he starts to stay its coffee and a burger.

And he doesn’t seem to be bothered about anything anymore, he doesn’t seem to be closed off anymore around anyone, which is great for Steve but scary for Bucky, he doesn’t understand why this is all happening but he allows it to continue; for now. 

He allows himself to go back to the diner, to smile and chat with you, to sometimes stay for your whole shift just to walk you home; he insists, really he does. And everything he thought he knew about himself is gone; everything he thought he knew about everything is flipped upside down just because he happened to walk into a diner, just because you smiled at him.

I know that it’s gonna take some time
I’ve got to admit that the thought has crossed my mind
this might end up like it should

Bucky finds himself thinking about you, a lot, more than he would care to admit. He knows that everything needs to slow down; he shouldn’t rush into anything because it could ruin everything, it’s going to take some time for him to get used to all of this, used to have someone smiling at him the way you do.

 The thought of being with you, having you beside him all the time, forever, has always crossed mind, even when he first met you. If he does this right, if he says everything right, then this might end up like how he pictured and wanted.

New York isn’t as busy at night, the slightly cold air brushes through everything, Bucky walks beside you in silence and it’s a comfortable silence; a silence you have come to love along with him, he doesn’t talk much about his life or past, the only thing you know about him is that he’s best friends to Steve Rogers and that’s because he came in to collect him once. 

Your apartment is drawing closer and Bucky sucks in a breath, he turns to you and stops walking, you do the same with raised eyebrows at the tall man in front of you.

“I have something to say” Bucky starts off and sighs at himself, this could be a mistake, you could reject him 

And I’m gonna say what I need to say and hope to god that it don’t scare you away. Don’t wanna be misunderstood, but I’m starting to believe that this could be the start of something good” you grin, taking his hand into yours, smiling how you normally do and Bucky realises that smile is reserved him not for anyone else. 

He lets out a shaky breath and nods, he knows it’s going to take some time to get used to this, to you but he doesn’t mind it.

Everyone knows life has its Ups and downs
One day you’re on top of the world and one day you’re the clown

It’s amazing how quickly Bucky can change, from happiest he has ever felt to emotionless and pathetic again, he’s like a yo-yo when it comes to emotions; everything he thought he knew about love is wrong, it’s not always sunshine and daisies as Steve once described, it comes with pain and anger. 

You couldn’t be mad at Bucky for long; he’s only just started to get back out into the world, you being his first relationship since the forties. He felt stupid, pathetic and everything wrong with the world; he didn’t know what to say or do.

You had been accepted in a school over in the United Kingdom, something you had been working for so long, but suddenly don’t want as much; maybe that’s to do with Bucky, you didn’t know but it didn’t seem important anymore, yet Bucky wanted you to take it. 

He didn’t want to stand in the way of a missed opportunity, something that could change your life, give you access to more opportunities in life because you’ve worked hard enough for this.

Well I’ve been both enough to know
That you don’t wanna get in the way when it’s working out
The way that it is right now

“This is a once in a lifetime chance, (Y/N)” he tells you, a small smile on his face, he was so proud of you and you couldn’t help but smile back; one minute you are arguing over this, the next Bucky is congratulating you on it, it’s a whirlwind with him for sure.

“What about us?” You asked and Bucky frowned “You see my heart I wear it on my sleeve, cause I just can’t hide it anymore” you sighed “I love you, Bucky” and he nodded lightly, a small smile gracing his face, he caressed your cheek softly and sighed gently.

This could be the start of something good, for you,” he tells you gently, you nod your head, knowing he is right.

Cause I don’t know where it’s going
There’s a part of me that loves not knowing
Just don’t let it end before we begin

You were excited about leaving, to start school, the prospect of being in a different country with a different culture but at the same time, you hated it, leaving here and Bucky. 

He held your hand through the airport, stayed with you as long as he could, till you had to actually board and you turned to him. Tears prickling your eyes, you both decided that separating would be easier although Bucky wanted updates on your life and you agreed to that.

“Why are you crying?” Bucky asked, he’s grown in the short time you’ve been together, he understands emotions and people a lot more because of you; he’s more human because of you, that’s something he can’t thank you enough for, you taught him so much and showed him what love is more than anyone 

“this is exciting, for us both” he tells you, you nod “cause I don’t know where it’s going and there’s a part of me that loves not knowing” he grinned “the possibility of life with emotions, feelings and people, I had that and I will continue to have that because of you” you smile and nod, he softly kisses you once last time before you walk to board the plane.


You never know when you’re gonna meet someone
And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone

Bucky walks through Central park with Steve beside him, both holding coffee’s, wrapped up in scarves, hats and gloves with thick coats on; laughing about some joke Sam told Steve early that day. Light frosting of snow covered the ground and grass, plus the leaves on the tree’s, the bitter cold air tinging Bucky’s stubble free cheeks. 

He cut his hair when you left, been on a few dates, even had a four-month long relationship. Steve throws his empty cup into the bin; Bucky following, both looking at the view of the park, in silence and Bucky turns his head and smiles.

A yellow coat, (Y/H/C) hair pulled into a bun, fluffy ear muffs cover your ears and of course, the smile that to this day melts his heart. You’re walking slowly through the park, black gloved hand clasped into another, chatting away and not stopping for air; it makes Bucky smile. Your brown ankle boots crunch against the frost-covered ground, you’re nearing him and all Bucky could think of it did work out good, for you both. 

Despite the fact Bucky always thought you’d return home, to him, you’d come back and still be in love with him and you’d carry on. You both loved one another, you both helped one another grow, Bucky pushed you into furthering your career and you taught Bucky everything he knew about love and life, plus himself.

“Isn’t that (Y/N)?” Steve asked Bucky nodded lightly, a faint smile upon his face “not gonna say anything to her? I’m sure she wants to talk to you” Steve asked, watching his friend for a few seconds, he shrugs and shakes his head, Steve frowns at him; Bucky just smiles at him.

You never know when you’re gonna meet someone, I’m glad things worked out for her, us both. I don’t need her to tell me she is happy, I can see she is, she doesn’t need me to tell her that I’m human because she knows I’m human” Bucky tells him and Steve nods “our whole relationship was leading us to the start of something good, it took me now to realise that our something good weren’t each other, but our starts were with each other” Bucky looked back at you, Steve nodded and turned to walk back home, Bucky turned with him.

Changing a last glance he turned as he walked, you turned and double take, smiling as you see Bucky who just smiles back at you and turns back around; hands in both of his black coat pockets, he takes long strides to catch up with Steve, nudging his friend softly as they laugh at something together. 

You turn back around, smiling lightly at the thought of Bucky finally happy, living his life without a care or worry anymore; you did that for him, you helped him achieve that, that’s something you won’t ever forget.

You never know when you’re gonna meet someone
And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone
You’re just walking around and suddenly
Everything that you thought that you knew about love is gone
You find out it’s all been wrong
And all my scars don’t seem to matter anymore
Cause they led me here to you

(I say “beautiful angst” because that’s how my sister describes most of my angst stuff, where it’s heartachingly sad, where it ends happy but it’s still not the ending you wanted. I hope you enjoyed this, I loved writing it. Remember you can request; imagines and one shots by myself and Angie - Rosalee)

anonymous asked:

B.A.P is starting to ruin my life ;-; I just got into them.. Wanna help me out with who's who and what they do in the group???

wow i never got a bap-related question before^^

This has gotten kinda long so i’m putting it under a read more ;u;

Let’s start with Bang Yongguk~

He is the leader of the group and in charge of rapping. He precipitates in producing and writing of lyrics for their albums as well~

He is the cold/distant type… or he pretends to be.

but … he’s more of a skinny teddy bear with the prettiest gummy smile.

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What You Keep When He's Away (Scandal in the Spotlight Headcanon)
  • Kyohei: Shirt. You enjoy breathing in his clean scent when you go to sleep. Every night you slip into one of his old T-shirts, and you snuggle into the sheets at night. You always wake up feeling warm. Like someone held you all night. "Don't worry, I'll be home soon"
  • Iori: Glasses. He keeps his spares, and gives you the ones he normally wears. He doesn't really understand why you want them. It's not like you can wear them, but you just shake your head. You take them everywhere with you. In a weird way it's like you have a little piece of him with you wherever you go, silently supporting you. "You really are a strange woman."
  • Kota: Hoodie. You didn't ask for it really, before he left he asked you what reminded him of you the most. When you told him his hoodie, he smiled and slipped it off, before giving it to you. "I want you to wear this whenever you feel lonley or sad, or whenever you just need to be reminded you have a friend. Or if you ever miss me too I guess"
  • Nagito: Walkie-Talkie. You raise a skeptical eyebrow, telling him you don't think that these work from that distance and even if they did you guys have phones, you can just call him. He shakes his head, and a grin pulls onto his face. "These are the ones the police use. Besides I like to think that if we talk like this, we won't ever play phone tag, and I won't feel like yo're so far away."
  • Takashi: Headphones. You could never ask for something so personal. If items could hold your soul, you were sure his headphones would hold at least half of it. So when he sets them around your neck, you practically faint. "My headphones are important to me, but you're always going to be my favorite thing in the world."
  • Ryo: Pen. He only uses one particular pen whenever he writes lyrics. He claims he's had it for years, and whenver he runs out of ink he just buys another cartridge. He pushes it into your fingers, and presses a chaste kiss to your temple. "I'm always going to be by your side, so this is just a little reminder of my love for you while I'm gone."
  • Bonus:
  • Little Yamada: Leash. He usually stays at the house with you when all the guys are away. He seems just as sad as you, if not more, especially as he gazes at you on the bed clutching the item that reminds you most of your love he gets even more depressed. He pads out of the room for a minute, and then returns, pouncing on top of you. You give a small giggle, noticing a bright red leash in his mouth. You hadn't realized that he was suffering too, and yet he cares enough about you to push his feelings away. A tear escapes from the corner of your eye as you wrap your arms around him and hold him close. "I swear you love Little Yamada more then you love me sometimes.
  • -SKY
Broken Home

Pairing: Calum & Y/N

Words: 2,000+

Warning: None

Request: could you maybe like do a writing where your parents divorced when you were younger and calum writes broken home about you later when you’re dating and shows you? idkk if thats dumb or not idk lol. :)

“But, what rhymes with that? Does anything rhyme with that?” Ashton’s grin was peering as he spoke.

Y/N lightly laughed as she looked over at Calum for the seventeenth time that night. There were four of them in the small studio section, trying to sort the right words into a certain verse of a specific song. Though, Y/N really wasn’t solid help, she was mostly there for moral support and throwing in random words that would hopefully help the people who were actually experienced.

Calum’s nose had been buried in his small journal the entire time, which was odd. The writing part was far from foreign, but the not-contributing part was very unusual. Calum was always the smartest and cleverest when it came to writing anything, but he didn’t mind this song as much as Ashton and John did.

“Anything, Cal?” Ashton asked, Calum didn’t look up. His pencil was going across the blank pages as his beanie covered both of his ears. He had only just gotten a haircut, and he hated it, which was the usual response to any change in his life. There was a single fringe of curly hair peaking out of his hat, going over his left eye. He made it work, though. He always made it work.

Y/N reached her foot out to lightly tap Calum’s leg which was curled up to his chest on top of the black couch. He blinked and met eyes with her, raising his eyebrows. “What should the next line be?” She asked, becoming curious as to what he could be so focused on. He loved writing sessions so much, and he was always so focused on them, it was odd.

His almond shaped eyes flicked to John and Ashton, and then down at his small, hand sized brown journal. “Oh, um…” He began, biting his top lip in thought. Y/N studied as his eyebrows pulled together and apart, he was wonderful to watch when he was concentrated— but she wasn’t sure if he was concentrated, or worried this time.

“I don’t have anything.” He shook his head, closing his book and leaning back against the couch.

The three of them stared at him for a few moments, and Y/N half expected John to ask what the hell he was writing— but Calum never told anyone what was in his notebook unless it was song lyrics he wanted to use, or if he needed someones approval on an idea.

“Okay. Well, I really like the lyrics ‘I was already missing before the night I left,’ but I have no clue what would come next. We don’t even know how it’s supposed to sound and it’s stressing me out.” Ashton rambled, making his tone sound as if he was only half kidding even though he was actually completely serious. The other three knew this was Ashton’s way to transparently tell Calum to give the song more attention because he was the best at coming up with ideas.

Calum’s pouty lips were straight as he stared blankly at the floor, not minding Ashton’s needs. John then murmured something about how they’ll figure it out eventually, and that there never is a due date for any song.

When Ashton began plucking strings on a random acoustic guitar, Y/N reached over and placed her hand on Calum’s fidgeting fingers. When he looked over, she smiled, and he stared blankly for a few moments. His brown eyes cascaded up and down her face, focusing on nothing too particular before he pushed his lips into a reciprocating smile.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was quiet, though there was no need for it to be. The studio was small and there were no private conversations in sessions really, everyone was involved in everyone’s business.

He nodded, blinking slowly and looking down at the journal in his lap. Y/N knew he was itching to open it and continue his thoughts and she half wanted to tell him to, but she was in no place to tell anyone what to do. At least, that’s how she always felt.

the grip y/n’s father had on her mother’s shoulders was tight and violent as he shook her. screaming about something, but it was muffled. y/n couldn’t hear it, but the veins in his neck were pulsing, so she knew it was loud.

her mother was in tears, her eyes shut, as if she didn’t want to look into his eyes. why didn’t she? she loved him? why wouldn’t you want to look at someone you love? it didn’t make sense to her.

y/n didn’t like when her dad was this way. his eyes were an odd color— he wasn’t drunk, he just wasn’t… nice? he was nice sometimes, though. he would always get mad when her mom would hang out with one of her “friends.” y/n didn’t know why, she thought he was nice.

y/n usually could ignore when they fought. it was easy. she would go to her room and put her headphones in, and it would all slip away. and then, the next day, everything was good again.

but, this particular time was different. because, when y/n got up from her table, her fathers wide eyes shot open, and they were wild. y/n was confused— she didn’t know she was scared, because she was old enough to know that little girls aren’t supposed to be scared of their dads, dads are supposed to protect them.

y/n’s dad didn’t mean to hurt her. he was so frustrated by the disloyalty of his wife and fright in his daughters eyes that he took the glass vase from the kitchen counter and smashed it so hard against the floor that it scattered all along her feet.

y/n screamed. the noise was so loud so she brought her small hands over her ears and shut her eyes. her ankle and toe felt numb and they stung, it didn’t feel good, and she knew a bandaid wouldn’t fix it.

because of the hands cupped over her ears, the sounds were still muffled, but she knew her mother’s voice, and suddenly— it stopped.

when her confined eyelids shot open, her mother was crying on the floor. he had done it again— he hit her. y/n was small, but she knew that’s not how you love someone. she knew it was backwards and broken. her friends lives weren’t like this, she didn’t understand the way it was supposed to work. because, every time after her father would hit her mom, he would always apologize— and she would accept it!

when y/n were to do something wrong and apologize, her mother would always say, “sorry can’t fix everything.” then what can? what did her father do differently? i bet if he were to apologize to the broken glass vase that was scattered all along the tiles of the kitchen floor, it wouldn’t magically piece back together.

Y/N had shot up in the foreign hotel bed, her breath ragged and her hair a vague, chaotic pony tail. Her hands flew up to her eyes to rub them as she shook her head back and forth, trying to neglect the dream.

She didn’t have it often, but it reoccurred enough that it didn’t make her cry anymore. It made her shake and it made her feet sting and body hurt, but it didn’t make her cry.

“Babe?” Calum was barely awake as she felt him scooch up the bed, his naturally warm hand resting on the small of her back.

She rubbed her head again. He didn’t have to ask anything because this had happened before, numerous times, and it was okay. He knew the reoccurring nightmare after the third time it had happened when they were sleeping together. Y/N had thought it was okay to tell someone, and it did nothing but let Calum understand his girlfriend a little better.

She reached behind her to touch Calum’s hand. Her eyes were still closed and the shock value she had felt moments before was fading and she found herself wanting to fall back asleep— but it was always hard to after those dreams.

Calum’s one bare arm wrapped around where her hips began and his other hand rested where the comforter was covering her leg. Her head began to hurt as she thought of her dad— she never did, she didn’t like to, but you can’t help thinking about something when it’s forced upon your unconscious thoughts.

“Headache?” His voice was quiet and rough around the edges. She nodded her head as her eyebrows knitted tighter together. When Calum made the move to stand up, probably to get her a glass of water, she grabbed her arm and shook her head.

“I don’t need anything. Just…” She began, and then lost her train of thought. For the first time, she completely opened her eyes to meet with Calum’s. They were awake but they were also teary from his lack of sleep— and she suddenly felt guilt.

“I’m sorry I woke you. We can just go back to sleep.” She offered, scooting her butt down the bed to lay down better, but Calum grabbed her arm.

“You know you won’t be able to go back to sleep. I don’t mind when you have nightmares, it’s not like you can help them.” He said, serious. She already knew this, but that didn’t take away the fact that Calum never had the chance to sleep, and even though it wasn’t a nuisance on his mind, it definitely was on his body.

She held sleepy eye contact with him for a few moments before her head fell on his warm shoulder, Calum moved his arm up to drape along the back of her shoulders before he squished her into him.

They stayed put like that, sitting up in bed, holding each other in a rather silly manner, for long minutes. It felt like hours to Y/N as she counted the beats of Calum’s heart that was pressed against her ear, and just as she was going to drift off into another sleep, Calum spoke.

“Can I show you something?” He said, quiet and blatantly hesitant.

“Hmm.” Was Y/N’s way of saying yes to him. She was lying if she said she had taken his question into full thought, because when he released her from his grip, she regretted her agreement.

“Cal…” She moaned, her head falling back on the hotel pillow. She squinted her eyes as she looked over at the digital clock. 3:47 A.M.

“Can I turn on the lights?”

“No.” She immediately said, her head banging from the inside that it even made her stomach hurt. She hated the migraines her nightmares would give her.

“Okay.” He simply said. She wasn’t looking at him, but she knew he was shuffling through the bag that he didn’t need to unpack. She pulled the covers up to her chin, simply because New York was cold— even in the hotels.

It seemed too long until Calum climbed back on top of the bed, though it was only minutes. Y/N rolled her head over to see him, but she could only see the silhouette of his small shoulders as he sat with his legs criss crossed, facing her.

She noticed the journal in between his hands and the blue light outside made it more clear to see his long fingers trying to find a certain page. Y/N sat up, intrigued to even catch a glimpse of the thoughts he felt he needed to permanently write down for himself and himself only.

He stopped and stared at a page before he reached over to the nightstand to grab his phone. “I’ve been writing this for a long time. Well, around two months. I don’t really know what it is, but it’s— I don’t know. Will you read it?” As he finished the sentence, he flipped on the flash light that was on the back of his phone, facing it down at the page so it didn’t blind their weak eyes.

It wasn’t the first time Calum asked Y/N’s opinion on song lyrics, it was actually very normal. Calum asked everyones opinion. He would go around a circle of people and put his finger on a certain line, ask them to read it, and look at their eyes read each word just to make sure that their positive option was genuine.

What was different about this time, was that Calum was hesitant and completely unsure. His fingers tapped against his knee as he handed his brown, beaten up journal to Y/N. Why was he asking her to read it now? Why at 4 A.M? Why couldn’t he wait a few hours until they both had to get up again? Y/N ignored the questions, because Calum was too intriguing and too secretly passionate and there was no reason to not read anything he wrote.

They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out

She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out


Sharp words like knives, they were cutting her down

Shattered glass like the past, it’s a memory now

Holding onto a dream

While she watches these walls fall down

Hey mom, hey dad

When did this end?

Where did you lose your happiness?

I’m here alone inside of this broken home


All the battles, all the wars, all the times that you’ve fought

She’s a scar, she’s the bruising, she’s the pain that you brought


Your pain and memories that washed out all the seas

I’m stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams

Y/N’s mouth was dry when she read the last line, and because she didn’t know how to respond, she decided to read it again, and again, and again. Her throat was tight and she wanted to cry, but she didn’t.

The sections were messy, his handwriting was rushed at some parts, and perfect at different ones. They were each written with a different utensil, and the layout didn’t sound like a song yet, but it was a beautiful mess. It was so pretty written out across the papyrus-like paper. It’s funny how things can look so pretty but actually be so dark.

“Babe?” Calum’s finger touched her bare knee and she looked up to meet eyes with him. His were attentive and curious, and slightly scared. Did he think she would be mad at him for writing about something personal?

“It’s…” She hesitated, what was it? Was it beautiful? Yes. But it wasn’t just that, it was sad too. There wasn’t a word that described how she felt about it, but it something positive. “Were you writing this in the session today?”

He nodded, not bothering to look away from her eyes. “Well, I wrote the second to last ‘paragraph’ today but I kept erasing it because I was wording it wrong. I wrote the last two lines the last time you woke me up from one of your nightmares.”

He was so beautiful. Calum was so hidden about this side of him and it made Y/N absolutely crazy. How much he thought about certain things and the amount of attention he would give to something that intrigued him or bugged him or inspired him was so aesthetic and admirable. He had the brightest soul, she could only hope he knew it too.

Her bottom lip quivered before she sucked in a big breath, tracing her fingers over the side of the page.

“You can cry. I’ll hold you.” He said.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she helplessly let her head fall on his shoulder blade. His one arm wrapped around her while his other reached out to grab her legs, pulling her to sit closer to him.

She held onto his torso so tight and she didn’t want to let go. That moment was so important to her, and to him. Y/N was always reminded with memories by nightmares and jolts in her sleep and headaches and aching ankles and feet. Though nothing about the memory was pretty, the reminder of it could be— and Calum made it that way. For her.

“Use that.” She said into his skin, “Use it and make everyone else love it.”

“Really?” He asked, placing a small kiss on the side of her head. “That wouldn’t bug you? It’s so personal and I only have twenty five percent of it done.”

She moved to kiss his chest before resting her cheek on the same place. “Why would I care?” The end of her rhetorical question was cut short by a yawn, “You made a bad story beautiful.”

“I think you did that.” He said, letting his head fall on top of hers as he closed his eyes for the second time that night.


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  • “I am here to shine the light into the darkness.”
  • “Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me.”
  • “Angel, I want to be with you, so tell me what can I do.”
  • “I’ve never felt more alone.”
  • “Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn’t.”
  • “It’s just a little crush, not like I faint every time we touch.”
  • “Do my kisses burn? Do they take your breath?”
  • “If I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me?”
  • “Know that we’ll still have each other.”
  • “God knows, even angels fall.”
  • “I want to be with you. Can we be together? You and me?”
  • “Dry your eyes and quietly bear this pain with pride.”
  • “It’s quite an elaborate scheme, the fine art of poisoning.”
  • “I am the misery you crave. And you, you are my faithful enemy.”
  • “What I used to think was me is just a fading memory.”
  • “I want a dream lover, so I don’t have to dream alone.”
  • “It’s so easy when you’re evil.”
  • “Don’t be aroused by my confession. Unless you don’t give a good goddamn about redemption.”
  • “Come a little bit closer, before we begin.”
  • “Bend me, break me, any way you need me.”
  • “You don’t know how long I have wanted to touch your lips, and hold you tight.”
  • “I don’t care what consequence it brings, I have been a fool for lesser things.”
  • “Please take me into your arms.”
  • “I may be bad but I’m perfectly good at it.”
  • “You float like a feather in a beautiful world.”
  • “Sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean.”
  • “You promise me heaven then put me through hell.”
  • “Don’t ever trust the words of a stranger. You never know, he might be a killer.”

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USA Today Weekend Extra


  • With a high-profile hiatus after ‘Made in the A.M.,’ the destination’s unknown
  • Breaking up is hard to do — but taking a break may be even harder.

Four tours, five albums and almost 133 million Twitter followers later, One Direction is going on an indefinite hiatus starting next year. The decision has been the subject of endless speculation by entertainment media and fans ever since August, when the British-Irish boy band announced that “we are not splitting up, but we will be taking a well-earned break” after releasing new album Made in the

A.M., out Friday. But in the wake of member Zayn Malik’s highly publicized departure this spring, what will become of 1D’s last men standing (Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne and Niall Horan)? After all, everyone knows what happened when *NSYNC announced a “temporary hiatus” in 2002, only to see it cemented when Justin Timberlake’s solo career exploded. And even if they do reunite like the Backstreet Boys and New Kids on the Block before them, the pop-rock heartthrobs may never reclaim their former glory.

“I don’t think anyone really knows the likelihood of One Direction getting back together, not even them,” Billboard senior editor Alex Gale says. “If one or two or three decide to go solo and are successful, then there’s less and less incentive for them to bring back One Direction. At the same time, they have promised they will be back, and people usually

don’t do that” without some incentive to return.

“There’s just so much money — it’d be hard for them to walk away from millions of dollars,” Gale says. A.M. is projected to have strong first-week sales, despite the fact that Justin Bieber’s Purpose also hits shelves Friday. “Their fan bases obviously overlap, but it’s expected to be really, really close,” Gale says. (For comparison, 1D’s Four landed at No. 1 with 387,000 copies last year, according to Nielsen Music, and Bieber’s last album, Believe, started with 374,000 sold in 2012.)

Although they understand such skepticism about their future, the band is sticking to its comeback narrative.

“Whatever you say at any point, people are going to read it in different ways,” says Styles, 21. “All we said is we’ve been touring and making an album every year for five years, and that we’re just not going to do that next year. It’d be naive to expect people to not read into it, but we’re really focused on the album coming out. We haven’t really thought too much past that right now.”


Made in the A.M. is named, quite simply, for the early-morning sessions the band spent writing the album, which includes a cheeky bonus track called A.M. on the deluxe edition. “It’s basically about all the late-night conversations and laughs you have sitting around at 5 a.m. talking crap,” says Horan, 22. “They’re your favorite times. It’s quite relatable.”

Starting with 2013’s Midnight Memories, the guys have taken more active roles in co-writing their songs (primarily with producers Julian Bunetta, Jamie Scott and John Ryan), which allows for steady growth between albums without doing “something crazily outside the box,” Styles says. But unlike previous efforts, A.M. was written primarily in a couple-month break between touring, which made it less stressful when they got back on the road, “because you weren’t stressing about trying to find time to write. It was more about experimenting and finishing things off.” Malik hadn’t started working on A.M. before he quit, Styles adds, although the other members had to alter vocal arrangements in his absence.

The band’s first single of the post-Malik era was Drag Me Down, a pop-rock anthem whose staunch chorus proclaims: “All these lights / They can’t blind me / With your love, nobody can drag me down.” The song, which made its debut at No. 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart in August, was written as “a pledge to the fans, really,” says Tomlinson, 23. “We’re in a very lucky position where we have a very loyal fan base.”

AM’s latest single, Perfect, was written by Styles and Tomlinson, who explains its meaning as “not taking (relationships) too serious and just enjoying what you have on that night.” Of course, sharpeyed fans and writers were quick to dissect similarities between the song and another top 10 hit, Style, by Styles’ ex-girlfriend, Taylor Swift, who many believe wrote Style and Out of the Woods about their relationship. Viewed as a response of sorts, Perfect’s chorus sneers, “If you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about / baby I’m perfect,” while lyrics about midnight drives and “good girls” gone bad appear to hat-tip Style directly.

Asked what he makes of the speculation, Styles says, “I don’t really read it.” In general, “I’m never going to tell someone what it means to them, because there’s a lot of songs where I feel something completely different from what the writer intended me to feel. It’s obviously funny to see, but it’s up to everybody’s individual interpretation.”

While such blunt lyrical hints may seem to suggest he is calling out an ex, Styles insists he writes only “from personal experience. It doesn’t always have to be so literal, in that you say, ‘This is a love song about a girl I used to see.’ … Not every love song is necessarily about a person. It could be about a place or time or something where it touched you and you feel you can personify that in a song.”

Of A.M.’ s still-unheard songs, History is sure to be the one that gets fans talking. Bemoaning rumors, fights and the trappings of fame, “we always find a way to make it out alive,” the stomping singalong cheers, then declares in the chorus, “This is not the end.”

“It’s about how we’ve all been through so much together,” Styles says. “It’s kind of saying, ‘No matter what happens, we’re always going to have this.’ We felt like it was the right way to end the album.”


At the very least, History should be a reassuring antidote for 1D fans, who have been put through the wringer this year starting with the departure of Malik, Seemingly out of nowhere, Malik announced on the band’s Facebook page in late March that “it is the right time for me to leave,” citing his desire to be a “normal 22-year-old who is able to relax and have some private time out of the spotlight.” Many of the band’s Twitter followers posted pictures and videos of them in tears, some even threatening suicide.

For the band, “it was obviously a shock,” Horan says. At the time, there were “no disagreements, he wasn’t making any music. We had a few conversations, and then he made his decision.”

“It was kind of a decision made there and then,” Tomlinson adds. “I’m sure he had been thinking about it for a while, but in reality, he wasn’t happy, and that’s fine. It was actually a really strong time for all of us, as crazy as that sounds. Of course, it’s a very traumatic time, in any field of work, when someone loses a member of the team. But it was important that we banded together, and actually, we came out better for that. Our relationship as a four has been so strong since.”

As for a new album, “that’s something you can never really wish for or hope for at that stage,” says Payne, 22. “You kind of think it’s going to end there when somebody leaves. But we’ve definitely grown closer.”

In the days and weeks to follow, much was made in the media about Twitter interactions between the remaining members and Malik, who signed a new deal with RCA Records this summer. One of the most notable spats happened in May, after U.K. producer Naughty Boy leaked a solo track he made with Malik, and Tomlinson accused him of “riding on the back of someone else’s career.” Malik hit back at Tomlinson, tweeting, “Remember when you had a life and stopped making (expletive) comments about mine?”

Months later, the guys insist there are no hard feelings. “We know what happened,” Horan says. “I don’t think it should be read into too much. Everyone’s moved on.”

As for whether any of the remaining members ever considered leaving, Tomlinson shrugs. “No, not really. In reality, there’s dark days for everyone, where everyone kind of contemplates everything. There’s a lot of times where you’ll feel a little down, and you’re not seeing your friends and family for so long. Then you go onstage at night, and that’s what motivates you.”


Although fans were shocked and saddened when 1D announced its hiatus this summer, the time off really should come as no surprise. After all, since coming together on the U.K.’s The X Factor in 2010, the band has released five albums, including A.M. —a prolific, almost unheard-of tally for most pop stars.

“Obviously, we’re not digging trenches or anything, but … it’s been a lot,” Styles says. For his part, Styles says he just wants to spend time with family and friends and catch up on some sleep. It’s a sentiment echoed by his bandmates, including Tomlinson, who is expecting a baby with American stylist Briana Jungwirth.

During the break, he and Payne “will definitely put some time aside to write together,” Tomlinson says. The guys have also “said we’re going to go on a little holiday. Any time we even take a little break, even if it’s just two weeks, by the end of that two weeks, you’re looking forward to seeing everyone again. … So of course we’ll meet up.”

Now that they have played the last show of their world tour on Halloween at England’s Sheffield Arena, the hiatus is “starting to hit home,” Payne says. “It is definitely really sad for us. But obviously, we’re going back into it. So it’s not goodbye, it’s just ‘See you later.’ It’s like what Tigger used to say: ‘Ta-ta for now.’ ”