now go listen to the songs

Songs at Mermaid Lagoon

Once Upon A Time

Pairing: Peter Pan X Reader

Word Count: 1303

Warning: N/A

Summary: Reader loves to slip away from camp, and frequently goes to visit the mermaids down by the lagoon. She sings to them, but doesn’t realise a certain boy was also listening in.

A/N: Inspired by the song Under The Same Sun by Ben Howard. I recommend listening to it while you read because it is SO GOOD.

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hello hello fellow hetalia nerds!     i wanted to let you know that беспредел  ( bespredel,  a russian word with no english equivalent,  literally meaning ‘without limits or boundaries;  chaotic violence;  and lawlessness’  ),  my modern spy au,  is shaping up very very nicely;   so nicely,  in fact,  that i’m going to go in-depth with it!     now that i’ve picked a title,  i’m going to upload it to archiveofourown as well as here,  and i’m also going to make a playlist of dumb songs that alfred would have on his phone and listen to when tooling around in his cute little zenvo ST1 and terrifying sanders with its speed.     i’m also looking for an artist to help me bring parts of it to life,  so if you feel up to the task and want to make some bucks,  let me know!

🌹10 songs I'm vibing to🌹

I was tagged by the lovely @harrycryingoverstevienicks and @runningwiththethieves. cheers to you both! your lists were the shit, I listened to them both when I was supposed to be working.
this kind of turned into a list of songs I’m currently running to, except the downer at the end. also I’m immeasurably terrible at narrowing shit down.

1. face like thunder - the japanese house
2. perfect places - lorde
3. backbeat - dagny
4. right now - haim
5. waves - dean lewis
6. therapy - khalid
7. remember that night - grouplove
8. there you go - saba
9. kites - anik khan
10. sweet dreams – joseph

I tag @aprilspudgate, @bourgeoix, @capricornmom, @gucciloafer, @goldmacaroons, @dolphinemoji, @bibliotherapy–prn, and anyone else that might wanna do this

“10 songs i’m vibing to” tag!

i saw this tag going around so here’s what i’m listening to lately ! feel free to do it and say that i tagged you! really i just wanted an excuse to suggest you these songs lmao

  1. homemade dynamite (ft khalid, sza, post malone) // lorde
  2. got body // lion babe
  3. sandcastle disco // solange (just the instrumental version is on spotify, look up the original on youtube)
  4. heaven must be missing an angel // tavares
  5. see you again (ft kali uchis) // tyler, the creator
  6. what lovers do (ft sza) // maroon 5
  7. enjoy right now, today // tyler, the creator 
  8. independent women, pt I // destiny’s child
  9. no one knows // brent faiyaz
  10. too much to ask // niall horan

I was tagged by @nyodrite

Rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

1. drink: A chai tea latte
2. phone call: My husband…. three days ago.
3. text message: My older sister send me this cause she knew I would appreciate it:

4. song you listened to: Let it Flow…. it’s a Star Wars Let it Go parody song.
5. time you cried: Yesterday my friend sent me this super sweet story about a little girl’s reaction to Princess Leia on the big screen for TFA and I bawled.
6. dated someone twice: Technically I dated my husband twice, we dated for a bit and then didn’t for almost a year before reconnecting. 
7. kissed someone and regretted it: I have kissed people and had it been a mistake, but I don’t regret any of it now. but then I’m not sure I could remember every person I’ve kissed…. Now I feel a little slutty.
8. been cheated on: Yes
9. lost someone special: Every grandparent that was alive when I was born (minus the racist jerk one), two uncles, my dad and a few friends. 
10. been depressed: Yes. I used to be medicated for it but I am no just coping on my own. 
11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Just once, it was my birthday and everyone kept buying me drinks. It was an epic kareoke night though!

12. the dark green of forest leaves after a rainstorm
13. the fiery orange pink the sky turns at sunset
14. the bright crystal blue of the ocean in northern Florida

15. made new friends: yes!
16. fallen out of love: No
17. laughed until you cried: Yes
18. found out someone was talking about you: No
19. met someone who changed you: Yes.
20. found out who your friends are: Yes
21. kissed someone on your facebook list: My husband.

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: A good majority of them, a lot of them are World of Warcraft friends.
23. do you have any pets: I have 1 beautiful mean cat.
24. do you want to change your name: Nah, I did change it when I got married so I am happy with what it is at the moment.
25. what did you do for your last birthday: Went out for Japanese food with my husband. I think we saw a movie too but I don’t remember which one it was.
26. what time did you wake up: 7:45 AM
27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Reading fanfiction about Tony Stark and Peter Parker because I am falling into that hole.
28. name something you can’t wait for: Salt Lake Comic Con this weekend
29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Saturday when I went to her house to plan our Halloween party for the grandkids.

What happened to number 30?

31. what are you listening to right now: Netflix
32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: There was this old man in my neighborhood when I was a kid who was named Tom. He always had popsicles for us when we stopped by to visit.
33. something that is getting on your nerves: my inability to focus on my studying the last few days. I have a test coming up and I need to get this stuff memorized,
34. most visited website: My school’s online site, Tumblr, AO3,, Pandora, Google Docs and YouTube are always open
35. hair colour: Wine burgundy
36. long or short hair: Long
37. do you have a crush on someone: Does Ewan McGregor count? Also @raendown and tons of my other mutuals. You are all so awesome. 
38. what do you like about yourself: The way I get really into whatever I decide is my current favorite thing.
39. want any piercings: Nah I am happy with the single piercings in my ears that I have.
40. blood type: O+
41. nickname: Keirra, Ume, うめせんぱい, Care Bear, Cherry Berry
42. relationship status: Married, both irl and online. I am from Utah so always down for more internet spouses ;)
43. zodiac: Capricorn and Dragon
44. pronouns: She, her
45. favourite tv show: The Musketeers, Avatar the Last Air Bender, One Piece
46. tattoos: None but getting one for my dad soonish
47. right or left handed: Right
48. surgery: Never, unless dental surgery counts. I had impacted wisdom teeth that had to be surgically removed. 
49. piercing: ears
50. sport: No
51. vacation: Notable ones include: Florida, The Redwoods, Los Angelos, Disneyland, Oregon, Yellowstone. I want to go to England, Japan and New Zealand
52. pair of trainers: Whatever I own at the moment.

53. eating: Currently? Nothing
54. drinking: There is a water bottle next to me so that?
55. im about to: Study Japanese, do my workbook pages and work on a translation assignment. 
56. waiting for: Salt Lake Comic Con
57. want: to be healthy but like also chocolate. 
58. get married: I am married
59. career: Writer, editor
60. hugs or kisses: I love a good hug 
61. lips or eyes: I love eyes
62. shorter or taller: Tall please!
63. older or younger: Really not that picky as long as it isnt extreme but I have a weak spot for older men.
64. nice arms or nice stomach: Arms, this goes back to the hug thing. 
65. hook up or relationship: relationship
66. troublemaker or hesitant: I dont see how these contrast. You can be a troublemaker and be hesitant sometimes. Both?

67. kissed a stranger: Yes
68. drank hard liquor: yes
69. lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes. I found them a year later though.
70. turned someone down: Yes
71. sex on the first date: Yes
72. broken someone’s heart: Maybe? 
73. had your heart broken: Yes
74. been arrested: No
75. cried when someone died: Yes
76. fallen for a friend: Yes

77. yourself: Not very often
78. miracles: No
79. love at first sight: No
80. santa claus: No
81. kiss on the first date: Yes
82. angels: No

83. current best friends’ names: Cynthia
84. eye colour: Blue with mismatching brown spots in them 
85. favorite movie: The Decoy Bride, The Phantom Menace, Empire Strikes Back, Taken, Clue, It, The Conjuring (both), Annabelle (both), and well a lot of others. I am bad at choosing favorite anythings. 

I tag: @raendown, @cassandrasdreamworld, @syndellwins, @itslulu42, @pyroinquisitor, @denilmo

anonymous asked:

Another for the musical thing, between Mateo and Elena. Sunrise from In the Heights. A love song about how they want to stay together and has a Latin feel that the other songs in EoA have.

Oooh! That’s a beautiful song! I’ve not seen this musical but listening to the song, it sounds like the couple is just now realizing their feelings (or at least just now admitting them) during the song. I can almost imagine that instead of the girl teaching the boy words in Spanish, Mateo is telling Elena about different magic spells. I like this song a lot because it goes with my head canon that Elena and Mateo— while they were still “just friends”— would go for long walks late at night after their daily duties were complete and lose track of the time as they talked— sometimes until sunrise. And with this song, one night they talk about how anything can happen just before the sunrise and realize they are so much more than just friends and want to be together even though they are sort of from different worlds. Maybe even the backdrop for their first kiss?

Ok guys, stop me before my silly, overly romantic imagination runs away with me yet again, haha!!!

[TRANS] BTS - Pied Piper (lyrics)

It’s bad, so it’s even better
You know it from deep inside you
You can’t stop now (You can’t stop)
Be more honest to yourself

Now stop watching and study for your exam
Your parents and your manager hate me
The videos you watched, all the photos, Twitter
V App, Bon Voyage
I know it all, what to do when it’s good
Stop, make MV theories later
There’re plenty of my photos in your room anyway
What’s one hour, one two years are going away in an instant
This song is my award for you
Be nice

You’re not getting punished
Come here, I’m your paradise
Can’t close your eyes
Can’t close your eyes
This is gonna get you nowhere
(Don’t reject me)
Just close your eyes and listen carefully

Follow the pipe sound, follow this sound
I’m a little dangerous yet so sweet
I’m coming to save you, I’m coming to spoil you
You called me, look, I’m sweet
Follow the pipe sound

I’m takin’ over you
I’m takin’ over you

You knew it’s already started
The moment you heard that sound

What do you, that’s right, I’m a little dangerous
Like the man blowing the pipe luring you
I’m testing you
You knew it, yet you still let yourself get lured, like the fruit of good and evil

My pipe awakes everything
That sound troubles you, more
You get lured and react
Blowing out breath endlessly
I’m your guilty pleasure
You can’t get out

You’re not getting punished
Come here, I’m your paradise
Can’t close your eyes
Can’t close your eyes
This is gonna get you nowhere
(Don’t reject me)
Just close your eyes and listen carefully

Follow the pipe sound, follow this sound
I’m a little dangerous yet so sweet
I’m coming to save you, I’m coming to spoil you
You called me, look, I’m sweet
Follow the pipe sound 

That’s right, I’m a little dangerous
I can’t manage myself too
Don’t worry, my hands
Are only warm, warm to you

If I am
Spoiling you
Will you forgive me
Because you can’t live without me
I know it all

I’m takin’ over you
I’m takin’ over you


“I will come as the rain.
I will come as the first snowfall.
I will beg the Heavens
to let me do just that.

And they will run you down, down to your core
Yeah, ‘til you can’t crawl no more (x)

I’m re-listening to the first season and I have a lot of feelings.

📱✨💓 no i’m never gonna let up / so you might as well sing along  📱✨💓

every time i hear ppl complain about how harrys not doing enough to promote his album i just think………maybe he just genuinely doesnt care like he just came out of like 7 years worth of bein one of the most famous ppl alive maybe now he just wants to write dramatic songs about whatever and whoever listens to them listens and he can go on tour and sing and prance and get flung around on a zip wire above the isle of skye bc hes harry styles and he can do whatever he rly wants to x


I lost my best friend today. I haven’t stopped crying. I collapsed to the floor at work when I heard the news. There’s so much I want to say but I’m currently very, very broken and distraught. Breathing is hard. Tears are streaming down my face that I can’t control. I got sent home from work early and passed out when I got home. I hoped that when I would wake up that it would all have been a nightmare, but here we are. I was supposed to be fulfilling my #1 item on my bucket list in ten days: meet linkin park. The first time I saw them was August 27th 2007 and it changed my life, actually. I was finally going to be able to tell them how I would not be here today if it weren’t for them. And that’s no exaggeration. They were/they are my everything. My favorite band since I was 8 years old. Chester has been my hero since I was 8 goddamn years old. My first tattoo was dedicated to them, lyrics that are from a song Chester wrote to his kids. I took guitar lessons as a kid for only a week or two, just so I could learn the chords to “Faint” and feel cool for a minute of my shy, dorky life. LP was one of the only music I was even allowed to listen to during a very critical and traumatizing time of my life. I spent roughly a thousand dollars to go see them twice and meet them within the coming weeks, and tbh, no amount of money coming back to me now will ever makeup for it. It’s not just a band, it’s not just music, they’ve been my lifeline. And Chester was the brother I never had, my mentor, he was my best friend. I can’t explain how deeply this is affecting me and I can’t imagine how it’s affecting his family and loved ones. The one thing I am happy about in this moment is that the very last time I saw Chester in person, it was August 16th, 2014. During the last song he came down and shook fans hands, took photos with everyone in the front row, etc. when he got to me I was sobbing and he gave me the biggest hug, and I didn’t know what to do, so I right in his ear I said “thank you for everything.” He put his hand on the back of my head into his shoulder and said “no, thank you.” He smiled at me, and walked off. (Picture above is moments before that happened) I may not have officially met him, and can’t believe that I never will in this life, but deep in my heart I’ll have comfort telling myself that he knows. How important he was/is to me and everyone who listened to LP, his family, friends, everyone. I don’t know how to handle this tbh and thank you to everyone who has reached out and thought of me, that means a lot. I don’t even know if any of this makes sense. All I know is, I miss you Chester. And I’ll be thinking of you every single day until I see you on the other side.

“When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind.”


Inspired by Shawn’s recent Instagram story and this line:

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

She sighed, looking around the mess that is her new apartment. Her back hurt, her arms were burning and she was so exhausted, she felt like passing out.

“Where do these boxes go, hun?” her dad asked, holding up a box with “books” written on it.

“Just put those in my bedroom, thanks,” she replied, taking a sip from the beer her best friend had handed her.

Moving into your new fancy place in Toronto could be really awesome but also very tiring and she groaned, seeing all the boxes in her living room she had to unpack.

Her best friend put an arm around her shoulders and as if she could read her friend’s mind she said: “Hey, the view makes this bearable, don’t you think?”

She grinned at her friend, squinting her eyes a little because the sun is shining bright on the balcony. “Yeah, true. The view made me buy this!”

“So… when’s the housewarming party?” her friend asked, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows.

The girl shrugged. “I have to put actual furniture here first. And clean up. And decorate.”

“Yes, yes, Miss to-do-list, I get it. It has to be perfect, I know. As always,” her friend stated, rolling her eyes.

They laughed as they go back inside and she knew she’s nowhere near done yet but she already feels at home. It’s a warm feeling. And she knew this is where she belongs.

Three weeks later

She’s on her way to the elevator, carrying a bag with groceries and another shopping bag from H&M because she just couldn’t resist buying that cute dress and the sweater she really needed as the concierge calls her name.

“Excuse me, Miss!”

She turns around. “Yes?”

“Could I ask you for a favor, please?”

She smiles a little, nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

“I have a parcel for… um,” he looks at the box, “Mister Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor. I know he hasn’t been home for quite a while but could you just take this for me? I have no space to store this and I would have asked Mrs. Johnson from 310 c but she would just forget about it, you know how she is…”

He smiles at her apologetically and she nods again. “Yeah, I can take it. I mean… I haven’t seen my neighbor yet and I don’t know him but I guess it’s a nice way to say hello”

“He’s very nice. You’ll get along perfectly,” the concierge says with a smirk. “You are both young and so hardworking! And both charming young things.”

She smiles back. “Yeah, we’ll see about that and um… thanks!”

She takes the parcel, briefly looking at it in the elevator. It says “Armani headquarters” on it and it got sent all the way from Milan. She raises her eyebrows a little.

Must be nice being a superstar. Getting free designer stuff all the time.

She felt a bit insecure when she found out who her neighbor was. 

Living door to door with a teenage pop sensation slash superstar could be a bit frightening, knowing how famous he really was.

She dreaded the thought of having lunatic fangirls standing in front of her door, screaming and shouting Shawn’s name but so far it has been very quiet and she hasn’t seen him yet as he was probably busy being the good looking popstar he was, traveling the world, making girls scream wherever he went.

She didn’t really get the hype. 

Her best friend freaked out when she found out who the mysterious neighbor was, making her want to move in with her. 

Or camping on Shawn Mendes’ doormat.

But the girl living in the condo next to him, didn’t get too excited. Sure, he was good looking and talented and cute and all of that.

But she didn’t understand how people could scream and shout, seeing him, shoving phones into his face for a selfie when he was just a regular person who happened to sing and play the guitar.

She didn’t understand until she saw him. In person.

It was a Saturday and she knew he was home.

There were footsteps in the hall, male voices, sounds of a guitar and doors shutting and she took a deep breath, brushed her hair and ringed the bell.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, heck, she was in her gym shorts and a loose band shirt she got at a concert some time ago. And she was wearing fuzzy socks.

Not sexy at all.

And she regretted her outfit choice as soon as she saw him, standing in the doorframe, looking like a Greek God or something. A light stubble, messy brown curls sticking up slightly, wearing black pants and a white t shirt that fitted him well and as he looked at her, eyes a bit sleepy and a wry smile spreading across his plump lips, she had to swallow thickly.

He blinked twice.

She looked down at the parcel and up at him.

“Um… hi!”

“Hi,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, smiling down at her.

“I’m your new neighbor and I wanted to say hi and I have this parcel for you and um… yeah, hi…” she rambled, blushing a bit because he was looking at her in a way that made her nervous.

He was checking her out. Briefly looking her up and down and she squared her shoulders a little.
His gaze rested on her bare legs for a little bit too long and he bit his bottom lip in a way that made her heart flutter and race and she felt hot suddenly.

“Oh, thank you so much!” he smiled brightly, taking the parcel from her. It looked tiny in his hands. “And nice to meet you,” he added, stretching his hand out. “I’m Shawn”

She shook his hand, saying her name.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

He leaned against the doorframe, obviously not in a hurry to close the door.

“I just hope I don’t bother you with my music. I’m working on something right now and it can get a bit… loud,” he said with a smug grin, dipping his head a little, after nodding into the direction of his condo.

He was towering over her, playing with the parcel in his huge hands and she looked at his long fingers, noticing a silver ring on his middle finger. He was wearing a black watch that looked cool and expensive and she pressed her lips together. She understood it now. The hype. The fangirls.

He looked like a teenage dream. Almost as if he wasn’t real.

Too handsome for his own good.

She looked up at him. “No, um, all good. I don’t mind.”

He gives her a crooked smile, licking his sinfully plump lips. “Okay, good. Just tell me if it’s too loud… and if you need anything I’m right here,” he said in that soft voice of his she already found so endearing.

She awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, thanks! Goes both ways… the if you need anything thing… not the music thing, obviously…”

She blushed and he smiled at her, running his fingers through his curls. “Yeah,” he replied, never breaking eye contact and she felt like dying on that door mat of his.

“Okay, so I should try this on, I guess,” he frowned, looking at the parcel and she nodded.

“Must be something nice… coming from Italy,” she smiled and suddenly regretted her words. “I only saw that it’s from Milan, I didn’t…”

He laughed and it sounded like the most beautiful thing she has ever heard.

“It’s okay! All good. Yeah, they send me awesome stuff now… it’s just really cool because I actually hate going shopping,” he chuckled, blushing himself.

She smiled at him. “Oh, I can’t relate. Shopping is my favorite hobby.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re a girl… must be natural, eh?”

She laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. So cliché.”

He smirked and she looked down, avoiding his burning gaze. “Okay, um… I’ll leave you alone now… so you can try your new stuff on and yeah…”

He smiled. “Okay, yeah, see you.”

“See you,” she breathed and tried to walk gracefully back into her condo.

Don’t trip, don’t trip. Don’t mess up.

She exhaled loudly, closing the door after her and let out a little groan.
She reached for her phone because she really needed to talk to her best friend now and she quickly typed OMG CALL ME into her phone, pressing send.

Shawn sighed in frustration, looking into his empty fridge.

Living alone was not as cool as he thought it would be. His clothes were dirty and scattered on the floor in front of his washing machine, there was nothing to eat and he missed his mom.

Coming back from tour to his new posh place felt good at first but now all he wanted was to go back to Pickering to eat his mom’s roast and he started to feel jealous of his little sister who got to sleep in a freshly made bed and eat home cooked food all the time.

He groaned, looking at the stove. There was no salt. He had used everything his mom had given to him and he looked down at the chicken he was trying to make taste somewhat eatable.

He bit down on his bottom lip, turning down the John Mayer song he was listening to.
He could go to the supermarket and actually buy food – and get mobbed in the process.

Or he could ask her.

He was pretty positive that she had salt in her perfectly tidy condo with a full fridge and nice flowers everywhere. She looked like a girl who had flowers in her apartment.

And nice pillows.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Those long, lean legs. Her nice ass, he got a good look at when she walked back to her condo.

The outlines of her obviously nicely shaped breasts through that grey band shirt and he licked his lips again.

He was feeling frustrated, coming back from tour. He was needy, antsy somehow and he had felt hot and bothered, closing the door after receiving his parcel.

Leaning against the door he had to cup himself through his pants adjusting his cock that had started to stir against his boxers that were getting all tight around his dick as she had turned around and he had watched her hips sway slightly.

There were thoughts in his head. Thoughts he shouldn’t have about a girl he didn’t know.
Inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind. About her. Naked. Moaning his name. Panting. Legs spread and back arched.

He tugged at his hair in desperation. He shouldn’t feel like this about a girl he just met but the way she blushed and rambled made him want to be dominant with her. Be rather rough. Take her from behind maybe because he loved that position and she would feel him deep inside of her.

He felt guilty, thinking that. She probably had a boyfriend anyway. And Shawn would leave for Brazil soon. So that was that.

He hesitated a bit before knocking on her door. But he took a deep breath, fixed his hair and knocked.

His heart started to race, hearing footsteps.

She opened the door and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Hi!” he said, his voice cracking a little. “So this thing about needing something came sooner than expected,” he said with an amused huff and she smiled up at him.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Well, I just came home from tour and the only thing that is in my fridge is some mustard and disgusting smelling milk and I wanted to cook something but I ran out of salt,” he frowned a little, his cheeks turning pink. “That’s why I was wondering if - um – if I could borrow some?”

She nodded, giving him a beautiful genuine smile and his heart did a stupid little jumpy thing he didn’t know it could make until then.

“Sure! I got you.”

She turned around and he was about to drool. He shamelessly stared at her ass and he didn’t want to be like this. Lusting over her like some horny teenager. But he couldn’t help himself.
He totally had the hottest neighbor in all of Canada.

She came back from the kitchen. “There you go,” she smiled and his fingertips brushed over hers as he took the small package from her.

“Thank you so much! You saved me from starving! I mean I could always order pizza but I’m trying to impress my mom.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Good luck with the cooking, it smells like you burned something though.”

He looked over his shoulder in an alarmed way. “Oh, fuck, yeah, I should go look after that! Thanks again!”

And with that he ran back into his apartment, trying to save his dinner.

She looks at her freshly baked cupcakes and knows that there is no way she would eat all of that. She had baked too many cupcakes and couldn’t stop thinking about knocking on his door.

She found it way too cute how he had nothing in his fridge and here she was, practically surrounded by food.

That’s why she takes two cupcakes, arranging them on a plate. This time she is prepared. With gloss on her lips, wearing her favorite bra and a nice t shirt, denim jeans and flip flops. All wavy hair and bare tanned legs. She knocks. And waits.

Maybe he isn’t home.

She is about to turn around as she hears footsteps. And there he is.


Fucking shirtless, only wearing some sweatpants he must have thrown over in a hurry.

“Hey,” he pants, looking at her, slightly confused.

“Hi! Oh. I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb!” she says, no, gasps.

He looks almost photoshopped. Ripped abs, defined v line, pecks and arms, defined and muscular. 

She swallows thickly, looking down.

He looks over his shoulder, an alarmed look on his face. “You aren’t! All good. Can I - er - help you?”

“No, no. I just baked those and have some left over and I thought you might like some?” she says tentatively, holding up the little plate.

He smiles in a genuine way, looking very grateful. But still tense.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you very much!”

He presses his lips together, hearing the high-pitched, female voice coming from his bedroom.

“Shawn? Who is that?”

A blonde girl comes up behind him, looking like she’s on the cover of Sport’s Illustrated or something, wearing nothing but a large men’s shirt.

And now she knows where his shirt is.

On some blonde bombshell with a D cup.

Silicone probably.

“Oh,” she squeals. “Cupcakes? Awesome!” the blonde girl grabs one, grinning at Shawn.

“Who’s that, Shawn? Your neighbor?”

Shawn looks flustered and his cheeks are red. As well as his ears.

“Yeah… that’s my neighbor.” He awkwardly introduces them and he shakes his head slightly - desperate -  at his pretty neighbor who looks shell shocked with her plate in hand.

As if he wanted to say no no she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just an one night stand. Meaningless. I swear. I was thinking about you all the time. Imagining you under me. Because you drive me crazy.

“Um-well,” she blurts out. “I should… leave, I’m sorry. Bye,” she hands Shawn the plate as if it had burned her and almost runs into her condo, leaving an embarassed Shawn behind.

He closes the door, groaning in frustration. That was not what he had planned. This shouldn’t have happened.

His one night stand should have left hours ago but she was clingy and annoying and Shawn was too polite to kick her out. But it was time now.

The blonde girl is nibbling on the icing of the cupcake and Shawn picks her clothes up, holding them up.

“Hun, I really should work now, sorry but… you know…” he says, sounding annoyed.

Her eyes widen. “Oh, I see,” she says, sounding ice cold. “I’ll leave. I get it.”

He sighs, turning around so that she could get dressed.

“Bye, Shawn! And don’t ever call me again! Asshole!” she spits out, leaving his place and he slams the door shut. 

“Yeah, bye” he snorts angrily. Just to huff a frustrated “fuck!” afterwards, letting himself fall onto his couch, hitting a pillow in frustration.

He slams his hand against her door. But she won’t open. Of course not.

“Hey! I know you’re home! Come on! Please! Open the door!” he yells.

He rings the bell again. Over and over until it starts to get annoying.

She opens the door with an annoyed huff.

“What?” she hisses. “I’m working on a paper and I need to concentrate. If you would stop ringing my doorbell- that would be nice. Thanks,” and she proceeds to slam the door into his face.

He’s quick, sliding a huge foot into the doorframe.

“No! Wait!”

She rolls her eyes at him, opening the door again.

“Your plate! Here!” he awkwardly holds it up, handing it over to her. “Tasted so good, really! Thank you!”

“Mhm,” she breathes out in an annoyed way. She isn’t exactly mad at him. She’s mad at herself. For believing that she would actually have the tiniest bit of a chance with this guy who looked like a young god and lived the superstar lifestyle. Fucking blonde bombshells included.

“She isn’t - that wasn’t - that girl is not my girlfriend,” he blurts out.

“I don’t care, Shawn”

“Okay. Just wanted to make that clear. I don’t have a girlfriend.”


“Okay?” he frowns, brows furrowed, curls messy and bopping a little.

“What do you want to hear? I don’t care about your love life or whatever… we don’t even know each other.”

She looks him in the eye, looking dead serious.

He licks his lip nervously and steps closer so that he towers over her, hands on either side of the doorframe. He looks down at her and gulps, tilting his head a little. 

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” he asks, feeling his cheeks get bright red as well as the top of his ears and he shifts his weight from one foot to another.

She tilts her chin up a bit.

“I have to see about that - I actually am busy right now.”

She sounds distant and he sighs.

“Come on… please… I’d love to get to know you.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. And he wants to kiss her so bad. Part those pretty lips with his and slip his tongue into her mouth. 

He wants, wants, wants her.

“Really?” she says, barely audible.

She knew there were girls out there who would sell their souls for this. A date with Shawn Mendes.

He nods. Eyes dark.

“I’m not who you think I am. I don’t have a different girl every night,” he says quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking. That I’m some stupid teenage star who has a lot of hook ups and gets drunk in fancy bars but I’m not!” he adds. “I’m a regular dude. Really.”

She shrugs. “I don’t really think ‘bout you so you’re good.”

His face falls. “O-okay, right, yeah. I shouldn’t have assumed that.”

His shoulders hang a bit as well as his head and he wants to turn around but she holds him back. “No wait! Sorry, that was kinda rude. I’m just- I mean… coffee would be nice,” she breathes out and his face lights up again.

It frustrates her how freaking adorable he looks like that, smiling, looking like a lovesick puppy.


“Yeah, I mean- it’s just coffee, right?”

“Just coffee,” he grins.

And he’s already so involved in this. He loves the chase. The thrill. And he can’t wait for what’s to come. 

not to be cheesy but you know how liam said that no matter where the boys are in the world, whenever they see each other it’s like nothing has changed? that’s exactly how i feel about 1d: i can listen to and appreciate any artist i want, but whenever a 1d song comes up or the boys talk about each other, it always feels like going home and that’s exactly the reason i will be here for them whenever they feel like coming back, 2 or 20 years from now

Harry Styles Reflects on Life After One Direction & More at Grammy Museum in L.A.

Four months after releasing his eponymous debut and hitting No. 1 on the Billboard 200, One Direction alumnus Harry Styles revisited the album with executive producer Jeff Bhasker during an hour-long chat moderated by famed journalist and film director Cameron Crowe at the Grammy Museum in Los Angeles on Friday night (Sept. 15).

During the conversation, the 23-year-old, who kicks off his world tour in San Francisco on Sept. 19, shared sharp and astute reflections on his artistic process, spanning everything from isolating himself in a studio in Jamaica to developing ideas to moving on from being in a band and how entering this chapter of his career allowed for new beginnings.

The chat began with Styles recalling how the record began: without any outside influence, and with nothing but fond memories of his time with 1D.

“We started the record without a label, so the start of the process didn’t feel like I was making any sort of commitment and I didn’t feel any pressure, [like] ‘You have to make this,’ or anyone have an influence on what they thought I should be making,” said Styles, clad in a black tee, black skinny jeans and a golf cap. “It was just a group of us writing stuff to have fun and writing some songs and seeing what came out with the thought that I would actually play them myself. I think that’s a large part of the record is that it started that way. It didn’t start from, what do they want? I think if you’re lucky, I didn’t go into making the album or leave the band coming out of it feeling suppressed or feeling like I never got to write what I wanted to write. I loved being in the band so much and got to learn so much, and with this, I felt like I could just have a good time working out what it would sound like if I made an album.”

When Bhasker, who has credits on projects from Beyonce and Rihanna to fun. and Mark Ronson, was first approached to work with Styles, he cancelled not one but two meetings with the pop star – something Styles was quick to remind him – but inevitably came around.

“I was in a place where I knew he was a very high profile person and artist and I was kind of searching for something else than doing that,” Bhasker explained. “When you come full circle, and I think the kind of music that we made, it’s so ironic that that first impulse I thought it would be, I think the album reflects it.” “To be honest, I didn’t know any of that,” quipped Styles to laughter. “I’m sort of sad! I mean it’s Hollywood, everyone cancels.”

Crowe served as a pensive moderator, drawing from anecdotes he learned from writing the Rolling Stone cover story on Styles in April 2017. “Are the best songs the most personal songs in general?” he asked. “I think my favorite songs,” responded Styles, “but my favorite way to listen to music is on my own, with my eyes closed for example, or not. If I’m driving, or operating machinery, I usually keep them open. But my favorite song on the album, the last song, ‘From the Dining Room,’ is the most personal to me and I think my favorite one. But I don’t think they have to be. I think it’s just as important to have songs that are fun and make you feel great, and I think that’s just as important as everything being moody and deep and meaningful.”

Bhasker recounted how he initially sat with Styles on his balcony, listening to reference tracks thinking they were Styles demos but were actually White Stripes songs. Bhasker initially had mentee producers hit the studio with Styles, but got more involved when the singer, wanting to unplug from distractions (including Instagram and Twitter, which Styles now rarely uses), took a recommendation from a friend to go to Jamaica to work in a singular recording space.

“I felt I was going into the studio to make an album I wanted to make,” said Styles. “I didn’t feel like, what do I need to make as Harry from that band for it to be good? I missed music. I just wanted to go on and write with my friends and have a good time and hopefully like what came out at the end.”

In the end, Harry Styles became a renowned success, spawning the single “Sign of the Times” that peaked at No. 4 on the Hot 100, amid a year where his theatrical debut in Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk also marked his first time at the top of the box office. The chat concluded with Styles taking a few questions from the fans, explaining that his signature rings that he wears are from various people including grandparents and for his goddaughter and even taking a kazoo from one fan who suggested he play any song of his choosing (he picked one from Shania Twain).

It wouldn’t be a night without some music, and Styles strapped on a six-string to play a stripped-down version of “Two Ghosts” alongside Bhasker on keys and guitarist Mitch Rowland. Some words from earlier rang true as he thanked the audience: “It made it so we were in Jamaica, we’re in the studio every day, we just didn’t think about anything else. It was about these five guys in a room, we’re in Jamaica, let’s make some music that we want to sit in Jamaica and listen to, and that was it. I found it so difficult to explain music and making it and so much of the details, and we just wanted to write what we wanted to listen to and what we loved. And we finished with an album that we’re so happy with.”


And I’d promise you anything for another shot at life

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