(Belle doesn’t have second thoughts, does she? The terrible feeling she is having can only be cured by listening the experience of two lovers and a song. A friendly reminder for her that is good to be afraid)
To love me means also loving to hear all the raging thoughts in my head at one in the morning when all of my frustrations suddenly burst; it also means embracing all the quirkiness wrapped around my entirety like adoring how beautiful the stars up above midnight or how the clouds move in a slow motion to form warriors and knights; it may as well mean coming with me at Mcdonald’s when I crave for some fries and sundae at two in the morning; it’s also defined as listening to my senseless and repetitious stories about my dreams, fantasies and everyday life. To love me means swearing that you would listen to the songs I would tell to you in the middle of the day because I assure you, you’d be hearing from me talking about them from time to time.
Loving someone like me isn’t easy for I am someone scarred badly in the past. My whole system is composed of heartaches, pains, sorrows and miseries—I am imperfectly flawed but that made me who I am. To love me is to embrace those imperfections stitched through my veins. To love me means allowing me to have solitude once in a while since I have these moments that I want to shut my world down from everybody else; I have those dark times that I never wanted to talk to anybody at all and just want to lock myself in my own world. Just give me some time to think, at the end of the day I will come back to you. To love me is to tell me how much you care for me even in the slightest way—I will surely appreciate that even my form of appreciation and gratitude is to tell how corny or annoying you are, but deep down, your words mean a lot and warmed my heart. To love me means staying with me no matter how messy and difficult I could be. All I ever want is someone who will stand right behind me during my darkest and worst moments of my life.
To love me is to tell me your thoughts and opinions about the things I keep on telling you about even they mean nothing to you. To love me is to allow me to grow with you as a being physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
I am a complicated and difficult person. I am crazy, wild, freak, easily hurt and gullible. So tell me you love me when you only mean it. I don’t have time for some franks or what. I have had enough of heartbreaks in my past. I am aging and all I ever want for now is a stable and long-lasting relationship that would make me choose to stay no matter how many rocks were thrown at us or no matter how turbulent and bumpy the roads may get.
To love me means a little bit of sacrifice. But I can guarantee you that I could make you feel you’re the best person in the world and you didn’t make the wrong choice by choosing me over them. With me, I can make you feel disconnected from the rest of the galaxy. I will surely make tons of efforts for our relationship to keep going and last. It will be a tough ride for the both of us but I can assure you that it will be worth it and filled with so much fun. To love me means needing and wanting me like the way I do to you.
I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you.
Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.
If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.
Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.
I sit here alone and far from you, wondering if you think of me, if your thoughts still echo my name, if your fingers crave for my skin, if your heart asks you about me. I never knew how to be someone you miss, all I knew was your taste at 2 am and your voice at 10 am, all I knew was how your hands adored to dance on my body and how your eyes made my heart shine when you opened them into mine.
I am just a naive girl who fell in love with you, a boy who’s forgetting her as easy as breathing. A naive girl who spends the nights waiting for a call from you, a stupid girl who still listens to the songs we used to make love to. A girl who wants to get rid of all these feelings, who wants to turn the pain into the dust that lays on the shelf where also your “forever’’s and ’‘always’’s are.
The next time you call, I hope my mind won’t forget to remind me that you are a bad idea.
1) my playlists. I have so many songs written in notebooks and saved on my computer that remind me of your brown eyes or your laugh. they all have our songs in them, the ones we shared with each other and the ones we found together. sometimes when I feel empty, i’ll listen to them and let myself cry, just so at least my chest is filled with sadness than nothing at all.
2) my sweaters. every time I slip one over my head I can feel your arms and a whisper as light as air. you always said I looked particularly adorable in those hoodies, the way they were too long for my arms and how they hung loose past my hips. they still smell like you from when it was raining too hard and we’d cuddle to pass the cold. i’m just afraid that my sweaters will always feel like you, and nothing else.
3) my photo gallery. I still have the pictures we took on dates and the selfies we took at parties, still high off of the adrenaline and laughter. they come in groups, taking stabs at my heart as I scroll past them in my photos, I can’t bring myself to delete them, they make me too happy before my ribs start to crack. I wonder if you’ve already deleted them off of your phone.
4) the box in my drawer. we both away went to opposites ends of the country, and we were so in love that we needed a way to hang onto each other. we wrote to each other in notebooks to give at the end of the ten days. we never got around to exchanging them so the wrinkled pages are sitting in an empty chocolate box you got me for Valentine’s Day last year in my desk drawer. The pins and figurines you gave me as presents sit there as well, too painful to look at yet to beautiful to throw away.
♫Technicolour Beat- Oh Wonder//
Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader
A/N: This is just something I thought of while listening to this song, and I hope you enjoy it!#
She set him free in an unbelievable way; her carelessness was contagious, filling the air with every word she spoke. She was the light breeze that pushed the brooding clouds away from the sun, allowing the warm light to enliven his life.
She saw the buried tragedies, casting them aside with a touch of her fingertips, allowing him to glow the way he was meant to.
Sunrises meant nothing until he learned the admiration she had for them, until the 5 am light caressed her face as she closed her eyes and smiled at the sky, her cheeks flushed with the peacefulness.
“Get up, get up, get up” Y/N nudged him repeatedly.
“You’re making the bed shake for all the wrong reasons” he groaned, pulling a pillow over his head.
“Wake uuuuuup!” she whined, tugging at his nightshirt.
His response was less than satisfying, as he mumbled “No thanks”.
Minutes later he was grouchily following her to the front of the castle, running a hand through his messy dark hair, eyes half closed.
The cold air woke him as he looked around, disoriented.
“It’s still dark! Are you bloody insane?!”
She smiled at him and pointed straight ahead “Look”.
She looked at him like a happy child, anticipating his reaction.
“What am I looking at?” he asked, as the sun began peeking through the tree branches and a soft breeze blew.
Her smile was infectious. He smirked, watching his best friend’s grin as the sun rose and grazed her face and her (y/e/c) eyes closed gently, facing the orb of light rising in front of them.
He didn’t have a favourite colour until he’d learned hers was yellow. After that day, he’d be perfectly happy living in a fully yellow house, surrounded by sunflowers.
“Y/N it’s your turn to ask Sirius” Lily pointed out.
“Please no, I’m terrible at coming up with questions. And dares.” she groaned.
“Don’t ruin the game now” he winked, smiling at her frustration.
“Fine. Truth or dare?” she mumbled, frowning at her friends.
“Dare” he said unsurprisingly.
She racked her brain for one until she finally gave up: “I dare you to tell us all your favourite colour” she said folding her hands across her chest and lifting her head up proudly.
“That’s possibly the worst dare I’ve heard since I’ve first played this game.” an unamused expression graced his face.
“You scared?” Y/N joked, smirking at him.
“I don’t have a favourite colour.” he said matter-of-factly, a sigh escaping his lips. “What’s yours then?” he looked at her, waiting for a response.
“Yellow” she happily said, her eyes crinkling with the smile lighting up her face.
“Let’s just say mine’s yellow too” her warm presence made him feel at peace with everything, and now the colour yellow did too.
Books were just words on paper until she’d read him to sleep one night and made them come alive and flutter through the air, embracing him softly through the sound of her voice.
He saw her familiar silhouette sitting on the couch in the common room, illuminated by the light from the roaring fireplace, her nose in a book.
“Why are you up?” he asked, jumping over the back of the couch and landing at her feet.
She didn’t look up, clearly captivated by the inked words in her hands “Why are you?” she mumbled distractedly.
“Couldn’t sleep” he said with a sigh, throwing his feet onto the couch right next to hers. She looked up from her text, closing it,never moving her index finger off the page: “How come?”
seventeen composes and produces and choreographs some if not most of all their songs!! genius composer woozi
they started with very little - the majority of adore u was dancing in a large room with simple white outfits - but now we're onto #seventeen5thwin :) dreams come true
all the members are so close and they're hella funny on variety. it's like a huge family tbh imagine living with 12 of your best friends
they spend like all their free time gushing about carats...they do the Most.......Mingyu cried listening to carats sing 'When I Grow Up' together
every unit plays a huge part in seventeen and all of them are super multi-talented wtf seventeen's organization + leadership is honestly amazing
their individual personalities are all so captivating; variety star boo + impulsive cheater yoon jeonghan,, remember when we all thought joshua was a shy and polite gentleman?????? biggest fucking meme istg
most of their songs are bops especially their latest albums. and all the members got a chance to shine??
their choreography!!! damn!!! wtf! all those people...all that creativity...michael chankson......
they have so many talents like jun w/ his martial arts, hoshi w/ choreographing, jeonghan w/ sleeping, etc.!
listen they love their parents so much seungkwan introduced his mother as the "prettiest lady in the world" i SOBBED and btw watch seventeen project if you haven't already
they had to go through years of seventeentv + losing members and gaining members and not knowing when they'd debut or if they'd have the funds to debut i'm so proud tbh
버논: ‘오랜 시간 같은 자리에 앉아 이동하게 되면 혼자 여러 생각과 기분에 빠져버리게 되는 것 같습니다. 지금까지 살아온 기간 동안의 기분 좋았던 일, 어려웠던 일 등등 이런 속마음들은 노래하는 이 곡은 귀성길에 듣기 딱 좋은 곡인 것 캍습니다.’
VERNON: ‘When you’ve been in the same place for what seems like a while, I think when things start to move or shift, it makes one get immersed into a lot of different thoughts and feelings. During the period of time that one has lived so far, the things that made them happy, the difficult times and so on… these kinds of innermost feelings that this song is relaying… I think it makes it just the perfect song to listen to when you’re on your way home.’
Young Sirius Black x Reader Prompt:“if you do young sirius imagines, i would very much like to request a very sassy ravenclaw reader who is very cool and listens to muggle music and manages to still be the top of the class that sirius just drools over and is so in love with please “ by anon Words: 2158 Notes: I loved writing this, also I thought Ed Sheeran’s song would fit so much on this and added a little bit to the plot, hope you enjoy it!
to the great hall with his head buzzing. The sound of conversation and laughs
during breakfast making his head ache even more. James and Remus looked at him
holding laughs, but his eyes looked at his friends like he could murder any of
them if they said something. His bad mood getting bigger as long as his
hangover makes him more awful.
He sat on
the Gryffindor table and ate silently, his eyes focusing nowhere but his plate
full of food. James had a smirk on his face, on last night party he had,
finally, convinced Lily Evans to go out on a date with him. Remus was still
holding his laugh due to Sirius’ state and Peter was very occupied eating his
food like he never had ate in his life.
“I know you
don’t want to hear it but…” Remus’ voice reached Sirius, he looked at his
friend in an attempt to stop him of talking. It only increased his headache.
don’t.” His voice sounded crispy and raspy and his throat felt weak with him
trying to talk.
“I told you
not to drink that much.” James finished Moony’s sentence and the two of them
laughed while Sirius placed his head into his hands and tried to feel better.
who’s here.” Y/N’s voice reached Sirius and, although he loved hearing your
voice, he just wanted to be left alone. “Darling…” Your lips played with one of the
nicknames he had given to you, almost tasting it. “You look awful.”
She’s like cold coffee in the morning
I’m drunk off last night’s whiskey and coke
Y/N. I know that. Why don’t you just leave your comments and go away?” He
looked to your eyes, the sassiness he loved on you, making him annoyed.
so bitchy today. Are you on your PMS, darling?” You blinked her eyes like a
sweet doll but her teasing words tasting like sore in his mouth.
you go back to your ravenclaw friends to babble how much smarter than me you
are?” Remus and James looked very pleased by how the conversation was going,
even Peter was paying attention now.
“Oh.” You put your hand into your chest, pretending to be hurt. “It’s not the fact that I am
ravenclaw that makes me smarter than you. It’s, actually, you. And your stupid attitudes.” You licked your lips for a moment, your eyes shining with how he was getting
involved on your teasing. “By the way, nice show last night.” You laughed, his
friends accompanied with you, only to stop when they saw Sirius’ dead look. “Have
a lovely day, darling.” You winked at him and went away.
believe her?” Sirius shouted to his friends while they were walking to his
you love it and you love her.” Sirius looked at Remus like he went insane. “Don’t
look at me like that, you love how she doesn’t care about anyone and how funny
and teasing she is. Also, she is very beautiful.”
beautiful, you mean hot.” James smirked and Remus rolled his eyes. “Ouch.” He
sighed in pain after Sirius kicked his arm. “Don’t need that, mate, Y/N is all
laughed and each one sat on their spot for the class to begin. Sirius might have
slept through half of it and woke up with Peter’s patting on his shoulder, motioning
him to wake up. He’s headache now was tolerable and he could kind of pay
attention, but not that much. Until he heard your voice, answering correctly
about something the teacher asked. He rolled his eyes while tried to cover his
She’ll make me shiver without warning
And make me laugh as if I’m in on the joke
only thought about you and, each time he heard your voice speaking, he would
shiver involuntary. The sound of it producing faster beats to his heart and goosebumps
down his spine. When you laughed to something or over something someone had
said, he would had to hold himself to not let him laugh with you, your laughter
so attempting him to enjoy her.
The rest of
the day was really fine to Sirius. Of course, moony and prongs would tease him
constantly, principally, because of his little show over the hufflepuff’s
party, his hangover and Y/N. He was feeling much better now and was walking
through the castle when he heard a sob.
on his tracks and listened to know where the sound was coming off, he came
closer to the door from where the sobs were heard. He put his ear on it,
carefully, wanting to hear it better until the person who was inside of it,
unlocked the door and he fell right in front of it, making the person let a
small, but sad, laugh come out of its mouth. He stopped when he heard the
sound, he knew it.
you doing, Black?” Your voice was angry but there was a hint of sadness, making
Sirius want to punch whoever did this to you.
happened?” He asked after getting himself up and looking carefully to your
face. Your beautiful eyes were red, your eyelashes filled with tears that were
rolling down to your pink cheeks.
of your business, Sirius.” You tried to clean your face and walk away but he
stopped you, put your body on his shoulder and headed with you to Gryffindor’s
commom room. Your attempts to make him put yourself on the ground being
spoke after leaving you on the couch of Gryffindor, the warmth of the fireplace
invading both of you. “Can you please tell me what’s wrong?”
nothing wrong.” You looked to anywhere but his face, he kneeled in front of you
and he let his hand stay on your knees.
“Do you want
me to believe that you are fine after finding you crying late in the night? You
can say that I’m dumb but I’m not.” He laughed and you looked angry at his
would care.” His features concerned, did you really think he didn’t care about
“I do, Y/N.
I really do.” You searched for lies, playful tone or anything that showed he
was just joking with you. But his eyes only showed you compassion, love and
“I got an A
on an exam…” He looked at you, his eyebrows showing he didn’t understand what
was the matter. “It can be a normal and, actually, a pretty good grade to you,
Black, but it’s not for me. I’m a bloody ravenclaw. My parents will kill me.”
You started crying again and Sirius didn’t know what to do.
behind you and, carefully, led your body to lay on his chest. His hands
caressed your hair gently and, slowly, you felt the urge of crying going away.
His touch being very pleasant and noticeable to you now that you were more
“You are right,
it’s normal to me.” He spoke to you, his voice seeming sweet for the first
time. “But it’s not like you failed and, if you are not happy with it, make
sure to get a better grade next time.” You looked at him and he smiled gently
to you. “And you are going to and you know why? Because you’re a bloody ravenclaw!”
He exclaimed happily, making you laugh shyly. “See? There it is the smile I love,
is new…” You spoke, talking about the new nickname he gave to you. “I enjoy
this one.” He smiled and you let your head fall on his chest again, letting
yourself provide of his warmth and loving touches one more time…
woke up, there were sun light hitting his face and you were asleep on his arms.
He smiled widely, never on his wildest dreams this could ever happen. He took
you gently on his arms and took you to his dorm. The guys looked at him wondering
what happened as he pulled your sleeping body on his bed.
story. Tell you later, could you now leave?” The boys looked at each other and
then nodded in agreement. “Oh, wait…”
I’ll wake with coffee in the morning
But she prefers two lumps of sugar and tea
Outside the day is up and calling
But I don’t have to be so, please go back to sleep
eyes opened, you were in a dorm you
never saw. You looked to your side and saw Sirius smiling at you. You thought
for a second and remembered what happened last night and, shyly, smiled at him.
morning, sweetheart.” He took a strand of your hair of your face and you felt
your cheeks blush. Why was Sirius Black causing this to you? “Do you want some
morning, Sirius.” You sat up while he handed you your tea. “With…”
of sugar.” He spoke at the same time as you and now was his time to blush.
“How do you
know that?” You furrowed your eyebrows and took a sip of the tea he had just
observer.” He winked at you, while he took a sip of his black coffee. You
smiled widely and couldn’t stop yourself from teasing.
mean that Sirius Black, the heartbreaker Sirius Black, observes this mortal
ravenclaw?” You put your hand on your chest and made a surprise face, making
than your presence.” You stopped laughing at his last phrase. Looking deep at
his eyes who were now staring you too.
going on, Black? Why you were so nice and gentle with me tonight and why are
you being cheesy and romantic now?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I didn’t say
that!” You exclaimed and put your empty mug of tea on his bed table. “I just
want to know what’s going on.”
that is so smart, you are very oblivious.” He laughed painfully.
Cause I love the way you wake me up
For goodness sake will my love not be enough?
that I fancy you, Y/N. For a long time now.” He reached his hair while standing
up and walking through the dorm.
You asked, still in disbelief.
hell, of course I do. Can you now just go away so I can feel the rejection for
the only girl I really liked?”
can you please stop being a cry baby and shut up for two minutes?” You shouted
while grabbed his wrist, making him look at you with shut eyes and mouth. “Great.
Why do you think I would reject you?”
you tease me, constantly and…”
“And I am
the one oblivious? I thought it was pretty sure that this was the way we showed
that we liked each other, you dork.” You smirked and he smiled, loving to see
you so close and so beautiful.
Tell me if I know, tell me if I do
Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to
mean it? Do you really like this? I mean, how we are with each other?” You
rolled your eyes and moved closer to him.
I do, darling.” He laughed at the way you said darling and you smiled. “Could
now ask me out or it’s going to take too much?”
voice spoke your name with such love and devotion that made your heart beat
faster. “Sweetheart, would you go to Hogsmeade with me next week?” You put your
finger on your cheek, pretending to be thinking.
going to think on your case.” You moved closer and kissed his cheek. “See you
on the great hall in five minutes, Black.”
there for a minute, not understanding what was happening but decided to follow
what you said. Sitting on the Gryffindor table, with the marauders all looking
at him with questioning eyes. He searched for your face and stood frozen when
he felt a warm breath on his neck.
Black, I’d love to.” You smiled when he turned to look at you and headed to the
ravenclaw table, while he had the goofiest smile on his face.
hell was that?” James asked and Sirius, proudly, told them everything. His
smile getting bigger at each word.
believe her?” He spoke at the end, all of the boys looking with smiles on their
are so in love with her.” And for the first time, Sirius Black was not afraid
of this statement.
Tell me if I’m wrong, tell me if I’m right
Tell me if you need a loving hand
To help you fall asleep tonight
(on zion.t’s “the bad guys”.) jonghyun: recently i’ve been listening to a lot of new songs and, among them, the song i’ve liked the most is the song i brought in for today. i really like this song’s lyrics. i kept looking only at the lyrics for so many times. i really looked at them so many times that i received inspiration from it. when something has good content you’re bound to get inspired, right? i kept thinking: these are really well written lyrics! i thought that good lyrics don’t always contain a happy, fun story. a nice story. it’s not a bad piece of writing if it includes a bit of a sad, quite negative story in it. the numerous expressions and methods that it’s lyrics contain really shook me a lot. that’s why i wanted to listen to it together with you.