when i see you a coldplay song plays in my heart

ok but listen... namseok

Have any of you ever considered the beautiful friendship between these two boys? I’m so sad that this amazing ship never gets any recognition when there’s so many beautiful things about Namjoon and Hoseok together. Allow me to tell you why Namseok is worth shipping. 

They’re most comfortable around each other

First of all, Namjoon and Hoseok are the same age. When Hoseok was asked the question “who is the easiest to get along with?” Hoseok said: 

“Namjoon, because we’re same age friends, and we’ve been living together for so long. When I look at him, I can feel what he wants to say and how he feels.” 

When asked about their relationship, Namjoon once said: 

“We’re like rice cakes. (Hoseok and I) we always stick together.” 

In Bon Voyage, they were told they seem like “awkward friends” because they don’t really interact that much in videos. They both confirmed that on camera, their personalities won’t be the exact same. When the cameras are off, they talk all the time about even the stupidest things, but also the serious things, they confide in each other. 

They respect each other immensely 

While reviewing the WINGS album, Namjoon talked about the members and their individual songs and he kept telling how well Hoseok did and how hard he worked on his intro with both the dance and music. Later Hoseok walked in to tell Namjoon he was going home (how cute is that?!?!!!) and Namjoon complimented him again. Hoseok was too shy to function.

Or that time they had a heart to heart and told each other why they were envious of each other. Telling each other what the other meant to the group. They admitted their insecurities to one another and it was truly heartwarming to see how well they can talk with each other. 

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sing one you know — p.p.

summary : peter isn’t one to sing for the masses, but for you, he might be able to make an exception. 

word count : 1.6k

author’s note : i don’t like this that much but i tried lol love you guys

  Every time you ask, he’ll insist that he doesn’t sing. It doesn’t matter that you’ve heard him hum a tune drastically similar to Ed Sheeran’s Perfect in the middle of Chemistry class, or that May has informed you of his singing habits when he takes a shower after school, or that sometimes if he thinks you’re asleep he’ll start singing very quietly. None of that means a thing, because the stubborn little shit that goes by the name of Peter Parker insists, swears, emphasizes the fact that he doesn’t, will never, could never, sing.

  He’ll never admit that he’s embarrassed to sing in front of you in particular. His regular voice, the way he talks, is already squeaky enough. It still cracks despite him having gone through puberty and it wavers and it isn’t the deepest, manliest of voice one would ever hear. He’s surprised, though he always is with you, that you’ve stuck around this long. He may call himself Spider-Man, but more often than not he feels anything other than that. Sometimes he thinks that he may as well just sing for you and get it over with, because in his anxiety ridden mind he’s sure that if he doesn’t, you’ll start separating yourself from him until it’s over. You’re reassuring every time he lets this worry slip out, and you tell him that it’s no big deal and he can show you that hidden talent of his when he’s good and ready.

   Still, you have to ask. If you’re lying on the couch with him, head slumped on his shoulder while you’re half asleep, you’ll mumble it groggily and your hands will twist the hem of his shirt around. “Sing me to sleep,” you’ll sigh, not really meaning it because you know exactly what he’ll say in response, but it doesn’t hurt to try, not at all. ‘Cause one day he will. Peter just shakes his head a bit, looks down at you with a shy grin and kisses the top of your head as you readjust yourself in a way that allows you to wrap your arms around his waist. “Y/N, I absolutely adore you, but not today, okay?” You never push it, so you nod off to sleep with his arms secured around you and a hand playing with your hair gently. He wishes he wasn’t as nervous to sing for you. He knows that you want him to more than anything, and that he’d be making you incredibly happy if he did, but Peter is too filled with nerves and too shy and too squeaky-voiced to trust himself to sing for you in the proper way that he wants to.

  You can hear him humming one day when you’re studying and you put your music library on shuffle. He taps his foot along with the rhythm, he sings under his breath so low you can’t hear it, his pen hitting the side of his notebook. “Might as well just sing, if you’re gonna hum and stuff…” you suggest quietly, innocently jotting down another note on the French Revolution before you can meet Peter’s eyes. You know he’s rolled them at you by now, annoyed even though he won’t show it because he’s far too sweet on you to risk anything, even a small comment to show his irritation, ruining your relationship. “’M sorry, babe. I won’t bring it up again.” You reach over, ruffle his hair playfully. You watch his eyes crinkle up at the corners as he smiles down at his book.

  “I just don’t want anyone hearing me sing yet, especially you. It’s not gonna be as great as you’re expecting,” he adds, craning his neck to give you that sweet smile of his. You push forward a bit to kiss him, your hand cupping his cheek and then threading through his hair. “I love you,” he hums, leaning his face against where you’re holding him. “One day. I promise. You’ll hear me sing one day, and if you don’t then you don’t have to marry me.”

  You raise your eyebrows at him, amused. “I’m marrying you now?”

  Peter just shrugs, secretive grin on his face as he goes in to kiss you again with rose bud colored cheeks and lips all too ready, too eager, to be placed upon your own. He’d go to the ends of the earth for you and marry you in a heartbeat if he were old enough, he thinks to himself as you hug him goodbye on the train platform after you get off your stop, but he can’t sing for you? He huffs once you’re out of sight. Bullshit. He can’t believe the way he thinks sometimes. Absolute bullshit. He shoves his earbuds in his ears and tries to sleep the rest of the train ride back home. Next time, he’d do it.

   There’s no better time than next time. In fact, sometimes he’s glad he waited so long, because it made the moment all the more special. He’s out patrolling, his suit is on and he’s sweating through it and when he gets your text that you need him to come pick you up, he’s ever so thankful that he can get off early for the night. Usually, he loves being the hero of Queens, but sometimes he needs a break. He never feels okay with leaving early unless it’s for a good reason, and there’s no better reason than the love of his life being in trouble or in need. The text reads, “Come get me at my house? Need to get away,” so that’s exactly where he heads. Swings onto the second story window of your bedroom, knocks with a feather light hand in case your parents are in the general vicinity, and then makes sure you’re secure in his grip before he swings back to May’s place. He doesn’t even need to ask what’s wrong.

   It’s the same as it usually is. The constant bickering of your parents is overwhelming, anxiety inducing, deafening, You don’t know what to do with yourself when it starts, because it never finishes it until one of them storms out for the night and you’re left sitting quietly in your room with your head between your knees trying not to throw up. Peter manages to get you out of the house almost all of the time, and if he can’t then you can bet he calls your phone and doesn’t stop until you answer. Once you’re through his window, he closes the door softly so May won’t hear, and he grabs a spare blanket from the corner of his bed where its balled up and sets it over you when you sit down.

  He practically wraps himself around you, pushing his nose down into the space between your collarbones and leaving a kiss on your shoulder even though you’re wearing a heavy sweatshirt and can’t feel it all that well. “You can sleep here, I’ll keep the door locked so May won’t see and yell at us. Not that she would,” he tells you quickly when he sees your eyes widen, “she knows you situation. She might be opposed to us sleeping in the same bed, though. No worries, babe.” You rest your head in Peter’s lap, your hand on his knee. You curl up in a ball with the blanket still over you and Peter gazes down at your shaking figure and closes his eyes. “What do you want me to sing?”  

   You stare up at him with your mouth slightly agape, before you murmur, “Just sing one you know. I don’t care.”

  “Put this in,” he shoves an earbud at you. He puts the other one in his ear and turns to Sparks by Coldplay, a song on his playlist dedicated to his infinite love for you and you alone. “I’m gonna sing. And I’m really sorry in advance ‘cause I suck. I want you to sleep, though. I know singing helps you sleep. If I can’t help you, what am I good for, right?” He smiles down at you a little bit before he presses the play button. He waited a little bit before he started, waited for the right lyrics to convey his feelings for you properly, because if he was going to sing, he was going to do it right, damn it. “My heart is yours, it’s you that I hold on to. He pauses, but you reach for his hand under the covers and hold it. This sweet boy of yours, he was everything you needed, wanted, and more. “I won’t let you down, oh yeah.” It wasn’t a long song, it was more soft music rather than lyrics, but the tiny little moments where Peter sang along with Chris Martin in his own low, nervous way where he was so focused on trying to avoid any voice cracks.

  When the song came to its end, and Yellow started playing, Peter lifted one of your hands to his lips. You know he’d never do this, the singing thing, even with a short song, for anyone else. Your gaze locks with his in that loving sort of way he does his best to hold and convey, intense in the fact that just one look makes your cheeks flush and your heart long for more contact despite him being so close to you already.  “Just ‘cause I adore you,” he says, switching to he next song. This was one of those moments, ones you want to take a picture of and live in forever. You grin, shut your eyes, and let him sing. Everything about your boyfriend was lovely, but his voice?

  That was something else entirely.

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The Signs as Their Breakup Songs

Aires: Gravity - EDEN
“But if you keep second guessing then there’s only gonna be one end

But you can leave if you really want to
And you can run if you feel you have to
And I’ll be fine if you ever ask me
I know its hard, but no one said its easy
Falling’s easy”

Taurus: Santa Monica Dream - Angus and Julia Stone
“I’m singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You’re making love now to the lady down the road
No I don’t, I don’t want to know

I’m somewhere, you’re somewhere
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don’t

Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream”

Gemini: Ghost - Halsey
“You say that you’re no good for me
Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve
And I swear I hate you when you leave
But I like it anyway

My ghost
Where’d you go?
I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me
My ghost
Where’d you go?
What happened to the soul that you used to be?”

Cancer: Two Years Ago - Ellie Goulding
”It’s now just sparks
Now the fireworks are fading
Is it over?
Lost you in the summer two years ago

You, you, you
I’m still thinking ‘bout you, you, you
Two years ago
You, you, you
I’m still thinking 'bout you, you, you
Two years ago

If there’s no storm, why’re we a shipwreck?
Thought our love is insurmountable
He knows my heart is still aching
Never thought it would be caused by you”

Leo: Fix You - Coldplay
“When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you”

Virgo: The Space Between - Dave Matthews Band
“You cannot quit me so quickly
There’s no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love

The Space Between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?’
Waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted games we’re playing”

Libra: Oh My Word - Flip Grater
“Oh my word I’ve been waiting
For you to walk on by
Oh my word I’ve been staying
Inside safe and dry

Will you live underground
And crawl out when it’s light
Do you fail to stand up
And stand in when it’s right

Oh my word I’m just saying
Would you aim this high
Oh my word I’m just waiting
For you at my side”

Scorpio: Can’t Forget You - My Darkest Days
“Whoever said this pain, would ever go away
Didn’t know what it meant to, be here without you
Is everything you see, reminding you of me?
Does it hurt when you breathe too?
'Cause it does when I do, cause it does when I do

When anybody says your name I wanna run away,
I keep remembering I can’t forget you
It doesn’t matter when I try it happens anyway,
It’s been forever and I can’t forget you
With every single day, it won’t go away
The way I feel about you
And when it’s said and done, you’re the only one
And I can’t regret you, so I can’t forget you”

Sagittarius: Doomed - Bring Me The Horizon
“You can have my heart

So come rain on my parade
'Cause I wanna feel it
Come shove me over the edge
'Cause my head is in overdrive
I’m sorry, but it’s too late
And it’s not worth saving
So come rain on my parade
I think we’re doomed
I think we’re doomed
And now there is no way back”

Capricorn: Please Don’t Go - Barcelona
”All those arrows you threw, you threw them away
You kept falling in love, then one day
When you fell, you fell towards me
When you crashed in the clouds, you found me

Oh, please don’t go
I want you so
I can’t let go
For I lose control”

Aquarius: Oceans - Seafret
“It feels like there’s oceans
Between me and you once again
We hide our emotions
Under the surface and tryin’ to pretend
But it feels like there’s oceans
Between you and me

I want you
And I always will
I wish I was worth
But I know what you deserve
You know I’d rather drown
Than to go on without you
But you’re pulling me down”

Pisces: Running Up That Hill - Placebo
“You don’t want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I’m tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don’t we?

You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won’t be unhappy.”

Coldplay- Yellow

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom Holland and the Reader go to a Coldplay concert in Canada :,)


A/N: I KNOW I WASN’T THERE BUT I LOVE COLDPLAY SO SO MUCH ONE OF MY TOP 10 FAVES TBH AND I WANTED TO BE THERE SO BADLY… ANYWAYS I’m using my favorite song by them for this cute fluffiness. It’s going to be used in a cute way loves xx They probably didn’t play this song but I would have loved to hear it while being held in Tom’s arms.

*here you go babes @dangerouslydelicateblackrose @tomhollandisthicc

I made this photo myself :,) He is such a total cutie to like oh god fuck me cause you look hot (bottom right picture)

I made this and scheduled it for tonight before I went to the hospital this morning so I’m soooo sorry if there are any mistakes :( xx

[Reader’s POV]

    The lights and the cheering in the stadium surrounding you. None of this felt entirely real to you. You were at a Coldplay concert with Tom and Harrison. This concert was a dream come true and you got to spend it with your loving boyfriend.

    Tom and Harrison were happy when they heard the lyrics from Something Just Like This. “Spider-Man’s control and Batman with his fists..” The look on Tom’s face was priceless and adorable and Harrison had a cheshire cat grin on his face.Harrison was on Instagram posting to his stories of what went on at the concert. Knowing myself I would be looking at his story at the end of the night so I can try and relive the night.

“Is this real life?” I ask stunned looking around the stadium. You couldn’t believe you were seeing Coldplay in concert. You had your phone uploading pictures to your social media. Posting videos to your Instagram story as well so Tom’s fans could see what you were seeing.

   I mean you couldn’t even believe you were dating Tom. Ever since you two got together your life has been changed and things still happening that shock you. For example, tonight you were going to this concert and it was practically a dream come true. People think you dating Tom was a dream come true, it was more of true love than a dream.

   Feeling your hand being grasped you snap out of your dream land. Looking up you see Tom smiling down at you..He knew they were one of your favorite bands. Thank’s to your parent’s you loved their music growing up. He lifts your hand giving it a kiss on the back of it. You loved it when Tom did simple gestures of affection like that.

“You excited for the next part of the show love?” Tom asks as he twirls you in the small space of where you guys were standing in. He pulls you into his chest giving your forehead a kiss,your smile not leaving your lips. You loved this amazing man holding you.

“Yes, I’m so excited this is amazing.. thank you so much Tom, I’m having a wonderful night ” I say placing a kiss to the exposed skin on his neck. He hums in content rubbing the small of your back. His chest was a place where you rested your head in moments like this. You were exhausted from the flight but you wanted to go to the show the second Tom mentioned Coldplay.

“You’re welcome darling, I’m glad you’re able to travel with me and experience this with me… I’m also glad I can bring you to something you love just as much as you love me” His arms holding you tight, sending you a cheeky wink. Laughing at him as he gives me a hug. God he gave the best hugs in the damn world,nothing can beat a Tom hug.

    Music started up again making you turn around in his arms. The light show starts up again catching your attention again. Your ears perk up when you hear the first few notes to your favorite song. “They’re playing t-the song,It’s our song Tom!”You shout excitedly jumping a bit. Sure it was great hearing it in the car or when Tom sings to you,but the was LIVE. Tom lets out a laugh resting his chin on top of your head. Yellow started playing making you smile like an idiot. The moment felt so surreal as Tom held you in his arms.

Life was perfect.

Look at the stars..Look how they shine for you, and everything you do.” Tom takes your arm spinning you so you’re back to being pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist.

yeah they were all yellow” You sing along smiling up at him. You two would sing this to each other in the car .The both of you would sing certain parts of the song.

I came along,I wrote a song for you and all the things you do,and it was called yellow” He sings swaying the two of you side to side. You couldn’t move far but the swaying and being held by him was enough for you. It felt right to be wrapped in his strong arms.

So then I took my turn, Oh what a thing to have done..and it was all yellow” Reaching up you tilt his head up a bit so the light could show his eyes. His bloody hat was creating a shadow.

Your skin..Oh yeah your skin and bones” Tom’s hands slide up your body slowly as he sings along. The look in his eyes making you turn into a puddle on the inside. The way this man could make you feel…

Turn into something beautiful..You know, you know I love you so..” His hands cup your cheeks as his face lowers .Tom presses his lips against yours making your heart flutter in your chest. Pulling back he spins you around singing along loudly with the song.Your back is now pressed against his chest.

You know I love you so..” He sings near your ear making you smile. Your eyes mesmerized at the lights flashing. Tonight couldn’t get any better than this,especially with him by your side. Everything felt better with him by your side.

    Your night went on singing along to the songs.Tom looking like a cat swatting at the plethora of different, colored sized balls that fell from the ceiling. The three of you enjoyed the concert singing to your heart’s content. Heading back to the hotel looking back at pictures on your phone. Your throat was sore at the end of the night from the concert and from something else too.. 


everglow- h.s song imagine

Originally posted by wordsoverpictures

oh they say people come

say people go

this particular diamond was extra special

You were standing by your mom as the two of you were washing the dishes quietly. Your mom glanced sideways at you before looking back at the plate she was scrubbing. You let out a sigh as you were drying off one of the newly cleaned plates. “You haven’t said anything yet.” You pointed out quietly.

Your mom paused before she put the plate down softly. She turned her body so she was facing you. You remained quiet as you felt her eyes scanning your body, as if she was trying to get a synopsis of you. Your mom shook her head as she turned back to the kitchen sink and grabbed the plate again. “You and Harry…you guys were so perfect.”

You nodded your head as you placed the dish to the side while you waited for her to hand you another clean one to dry. There was a moment of silence before your mother spoke up, “Did he cheat on you?”

You closed your eyes as you gripped the towel you were holding harder. “Mom, you know Harry’s not like that.” Your mom sighed as she agreed. “I know. I’m sorry to accuse. It’s just…if you and Harry didn’t make it, what hope is there for the rest of us?”

and though you might be gone

and the world may not know

still i see you celestial

The room was quiet. The only sounds were the occasion clicks and clanks as Harry was packing away his things out of your once shared apartment. You were sitting on the bed, your knees pulled up to your chest as you watched him. Harry looked at you before he looked back at the shirt he was folding.

“I wish you would take this apartment instead. It’s going to feel so big with just me living here.” You whispered quietly as your eyes wandered around the room. When you moved to London with Harry three years ago, he insisted that you guys would get a big apartment. He insisted to get an apartment that had three rooms even though it was only the two of you.

Harry’s mouth set in a straight line. Truth be told, he didn’t want to live in this apartment. It was too big and frankly, living here without you would be too much for his heart to handle. He didn’t want to live in a place where he would be constantly reminded of the memories the two of you shared.  Harry walked over and took a seat next to you on the bed. “So have you told anyone yet?”

Your eyes were looking everywhere but at Harry’s. You were afraid that if you did, your tears would never stop falling. “Just my mom. She’s sad to see you go.”

Harry nodded his head as he played with his fingers on his lap. You added, “I’m sad to see you go.” Harry looked over at you quickly. He sighed and closed his eyes momentarily. “I’m sad to go too, Y/N.”

how come cars don’t slow

when it feels like the end of my world?

when i should but i can’t let you go?

Harry thanked the moving company he hired once more before they set off with his stuff. When he turned back to look at you, your tear filled eyes were staring at the ground. He let out a sigh before he pulled you into a hug. The two of you sobbed into each other’s arms for this was going to be the last time you guys would be able to hold each other.

Eventually, Harry’s car came to take him away from you. With one last hug and a “sorry” from the both of you, Harry was gone. You walked back to your apartment, each step feeling heavier and heavier. As soon as you closed the door, you walked into your bedroom and into your closet. You sat down on the floor and pulled out Harry’s sweatshirts. Your eyes filled as you brought it to your chest and gave it a hug. You tried so hard to make sure Harry didn’t take this with him. You made sure you hid it as best as you could. You needed this sweatshirt. You needed something to remind you of him. You needed this sweatshirt because it smelled like Harry and it was warm and it would be like hugging Harry again and again. You pulled the sweatshirt over your head before you wrapped your arms around yourself and began sobbing on the floor of what once used to be Harry’s and your shared closet.

there’s a light that you give me

when i’m in shadow

there’s a feeling within me, an everglow

Eventually more and more people started to find out that you and Harry were separated. They didn’t know the reason which meant more and more people were blowing up your phone, trying to get a sense of what went wrong. You groaned as you dug your face more into your pillow when you heard pounding on your door. You glanced at your phone to see that it was fucking 8:30 in the morning. When the pounding on the door just kept coming and even started to get louder and faster, you let out a scream.

You opened the door and saw one of your best friends. You rolled your eyes as she made your way into your apartment. “I can’t believe I had to find out about you and Harry from your mom! Why didn’t you tell me!” Y/F/N yelled as you walked over to the kitchen to start a brew of coffee. You shrugged your shoulders as you stared at the mug you pulled out of the cabinet.

Your friend sighed before she took a seat on the kitchen barstool. She watched your every move with sympathy in her eyes. “I’m sorry. Just…how are you doing?”

You glanced at your friend before you poured the coffee into the mug. “I’m sad.” you admitted. Your friend nodded before you continued, “I’ll always be sad. But…Harry and I thought it was the best. It was a hard decision but it was made. I love Harry. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him. He taught me so many things. Like…like he taught me how to love myself and that my feelings were valid. With just that reason alone, I’m always going to remain thankful for Harry.”

As you were saying all of this, trying to fool yourself that you were going to be okay, your friend reached over from across the counter. She placed her hand on top of yours. She whispered, “You don’t have to be brave Y/N. Not with me.”

You looked at your friend when suddenly you let out a sob. Your friend was quick to rush over to your side and wrap her arms around you. She held you tightly as you cried into her shoulder. “I miss him so much.”

what i wouldn’t give for just a moment to hold

Harry ran his hands through his hair as he looked at all of the boxes he needed to unpack. He let out a sigh as he got down on his knees and opened the box closest to him. It was a box filled with most of the things he kept in his music room: journals, music sheets, extra guitar picks. The next thing Harry pulled out was a picture frame. Harry didn’t have much decoration in his room. He liked keeping it simple so he could solely focus on the music. However, he did have one picture framed in his room. It was a picture of the two of you from Gemma’s wedding.

He framed it because it reminded him of the first time you told him you loved him.

The two of you were slow dancing on the dance floor. He noticed how quiet you were the entire evening. He thought it was because you were meeting all of his family members for the first time but he was dead wrong.

Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he was staring down at you. You were looking down at you feet as the two of you were swaying to the song playing through the speakers. Harry let out a sigh, “I’m sorry.”

You quickly looked up at Harry before he continued, “I know it’s hard meeting each other’s family. Maybe I should’ve waited and not do it at mu sister’s wedding. I just really wanted you here with me tonight.”

You shook your head, “No! I’m glad you invited me tonight. Really. I am.” Harry’s head cocked to the side, “Then what’s wrong?”

This time it was your turn to bite down on your bottom lip. Your eyes slowly met Harry’s. You let out a deep breath. “I love you, Harry.”

When you told Harry you loved him, he was the happiest he’s ever been. He remembers the air being punched out of him, he was so excited. He couldn’t contain his happiness when he admitted that he loved you too. The longer Harry stared at the picture frame, more tears started to well up in his eyes. He let out a scoff as he looked down at the two of you smiling at the camera, thinking everything was going to be okay.

Suddenly, Harry threw the frame against the wall. He let out a scream of anger and sadness. Harry’s eyes widened when he saw how the frame smashed into a million pieces. He was mad but he didn’t mean to break it because unlike you, Harry didn’t have something of yours to remember you by. He didn’t have a sweatshirt, he only had this picture frame. Harry quickly rushed to the smashed picture frame. As he stared at the broken pieces of glass he couldn’t help but think his heart was broken just like the frame.

so if you love someone, you should let them know

oh, the light that you left me will everglow

Using the spare key Harry gave her, Anne let herself into his apartment. She grimaced as she noticed how filthy the place was. She noticed how Harry still had his unpacked boxes scattered around the room. She definitely noticed the amount of empty beer bottles. Her heart broke into a million pieces. The last thing any mother wants for their child was them to be hurt, especially when they couldn’t do anything to take away the pain.

Anne made her way into Harry’s bedroom. She let out a small gasp at the scene before her. Harry was curled into a fetal position as he was sobbing quietly. “Oh my love” Anne said before she rushed over to Harry. She pulled Harry up to give him a hug. Harry wrapped his arms around his mother as he cried out in his sobs, “I miss her so much.”

thank you guys so much for the read! i grew up listening to coldplay and im actually seeing them next week so i got inspired to write this imagine. chris martin actually wrote this song about his divorce that he was going through so it’s a really sad and touching song. i hope i did it’s justice when writing this imagine. let me know what you guys thought!

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Games & Flames (Rivals AU Playlist)

I made a playlist a few months ago to release some of the feels from reading @kazliin​‘s Rivals AU fanfic, Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches (which is seriously one of the best Yuri on Ice fics written out there and yOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT!!!!) but then the companion fic came, and the feels dam just fucking exploded again. I just kept hearing songs that sounded like they’d go nicely with the fic, and I knew I had to make another playlist.

And so here we are! I call this playlist Games & Flames because Viktor seems to like playing mind games and playing with fire hahaha rEAD THE FICS AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY. also because I like rhymes. Here’s a link to the series again for reference! Details on the playlist and more of my ramblings about why I chose the songs are under the cut~

YouTube | Spotify*

*One of the songs in my list is not on Spotify, I’m so sorry!

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Neue Playlist
  1. 2 Face- Puzzle
  2. 9 Crime- Damien Rice
  3. Abschied nehmen- Xavier Naidoo
  4. Abschiedsbrief- Lumaraa
  5. Afire Love- Ed Sheeran
  6. Airplaines- B.o.B.
  7. Alaska- Casper
  8. Alaska- Casper
  9. All 4 One- Kool Savas
  10. All of me- John Legend
  11. Alleinsam- Sierra Kidd
  12. Alles kann besser werden- Xavier Naidoo
  13. Alles und Nichts- Kc Rebell
  14. Alles verloren- Bushido
  15. Alles wird gut- Bushido
  16. Alles zerbricht- Kontra K
  17. Always in my head- Coldplay
  18. Amoi seg´ma uns wieder- Andreas Gabalier
  19. Angst dich zu verlieren- Dame
  20. Ariel- Casper
  21. Atme den Regen- Kontra K
  22. Atme ein Atme aus- Errdeka
  23. Au Revoir- Mark Forster feat. Sido
  24. Auf der Suche- Saad
  25. Auf und davon- Casper
  26. Augenblick- Kc Rebell
  27. Baby come Home- TNBH
  28. Be someone- Thousend Food of Krutch
  29. Beatiful- Eminem
  30. Bitte hör nicht auf zu träumen- Xavier Naidoo
  31. Borderline- OK KID
  32. Borderline- Puzzle
  33. Brief- DramaTic
  34. Bye Bye- Cro
  35. Can you Feel my heart- Bring Me The Horizon
  36. Cinderella- Finity
  37. Coming home- Skylar Grey
  38. Dancing on the moon- Emil Buls
  39. Dank dir- PA Sports
  40. Danke für nichts- Dame
  41. Danke- Sido
  42. Das Grizzly Lied- Casper
  43. Das wars- Kay One
  44. Dein Weg- Farid Bang
  45. Dein- Sierra Kidd
  46. Deine Fehler- Mc Amino
  47. Dem Himmel noch näher- Vega
  48. Denk an mich- Kontra K
  49. Der Himmel soll warten- Sido
  50. Diary- DramaTic
  51. Dieser Weg- Xavier Naidoo
  52. Dollhouse- Melanie Martinez
  53. Don´t go- Bring Me The Horizon
  54. Du willst fort- Fard
  55. Durchbrenn- Swiss
  56. Ein Lied, das ich an meinem Geburtstag geschrieben habe- 3Plusss
  57. Ein Teil- Cro
  58. Einer dieser Steine- Sido feat. Mark Forster
  59. Einsam- Fard
  60. End- DramaTic
  61. Erfolg ist kein Glück- Kontra K
  62. Erinnerungen- Fard
  63. Es tut mir doch so Leid- F-Raz
  64. Farbenblind- DramaTic
  65. Farbenblind- DramaTic
  66. Fata Morgana- Kc Rebell
  67. Feder im Wind- MoTrip
  68. Fels in der Brandung- Kontra K
  69. Fliegen&Fallen- Chefket
  70. Fliegen&Fallen- Puzzle
  71. Fliegen- Schlaflos
  72. Flucht- Sierra Kidd
  73. Forgive me- Nataly
  74. Geboren um frei zu sein- Sido
  75. Geboren um zu leben- Unheilig
  76. Gefallene Engel- ReXx
  77. Geh jetzt meinen Weg- Kc Rebell
  78. Geschichten aus dem Block- Kc Rebell
  79. Grenzenlos- Bushido
  80. Gute Männer lieben schlechte Frauen- PA Sports
  81. Guter Tag- Chefket
  82. Gutes kommt & Gutes geht- Fard
  83. Halt mich fest- Olson
  84. Halte durch- Xavier Naidoo
  85. Heal- Tom Odell
  86. Herz aus Holz- Casper
  87. Herz- Sido
  88. Hey- Andreas Bourani
  89. Hospital for souls- Bring Me The Horizon
  90. How to save a life- The Fray
  91. Human- Christina Perry
  92. I hate u I love u- Gnash
  93. I will return- Skylar Grey
  94. Ich hasse dich zu liebe- Silla
  95. Ich hoffe, es geht dir gut- Bushido
  96. Ich muss immer an dich denken- SDP
  97. Ich wil raus mit dir- Vega
  98. Ich will wissen- Fard
  99. If Today Was Your Last Day- Nickelback
  100. Intro (Eiskalterengel)- PA Sports
  101. Julian le Play- Rollercoaster
  102. Just a Dream- Sam Tsui und Christina Grimmie
  103. Kalte Tage- Lumaraa
  104. Kaltes Herz- ReXx
  105. Kannst du es sehen- Vega
  106. Keine Träne- Farid Bang
  107. Keine neuen Freunde- Kollegah
  108. Kindest Regards- Witt lowry
  109. Kompass ohne Norden- Prinz Pi
  110. Kontrolle/Schlaflos- Casper
  111. Kopfhoch- Jonnesmann
  112. Kopfvilla- Sierra Kidd
  113. Kurz für immer bleiben- SDP
  114. Labyrinth- Puzzle
  115. Lange her- Cro
  116. Las mich träumen- Timeless
  117. Lass los- PA Sports
  118. Lass mich allein- Bushido
  119. Lauf der Zeit- MoTrip
  120. Laura- Prinz Pi
  121. Lebewohl- Mc Amino
  122. Let her go- Passanger
  123. Let it go- Sofia Karlberg
  124. Lichter- Finity
  125. Lichtlein- Bushido
  126. Lieblingsmensch- Namika
  127. Lydia- Kurdo
  128. Löwenzahn- Sido
  129. Mama- Motrip
  130. Medikament- Puzzle
  131. Meer aus Tränen- JAW
  132. Meine Schuld- Namika
  133. Meine Soldaten- MAXIM
  134. Michael X- Casper  
  135. Mockingbird- Eminem
  136. Nach einer wahren Geschichte- Luxuslärm  
  137. Neue Welt- Cr7z
  138. Nirgendwer- Sierra Kidd
  139. Nothing to lose- Billy Talent
  140. Oma- Shindy
  141. Panzerglas- Kynda Gray
  142. Post für dich- Fard
  143. Pray- Justin Bieber
  144. Problem- Sierra Kidd
  145. Reich und Schön- Fard
  146. Relikte letzter Nacht- Kayef
  147. Remember/Zu spät- Fard
  148. Rhytmus meines Lebens- Kool Savas
  149. Rosen- Kc Rebell
  150. RotBlauesLicht- Kc Rebell
  151. Say Something- Cover- Boy Epic
  152. Schau nicht mehr zurückt- XAVAS
  153. Schicksal- Mc Amino
  154. Schlaflos- Flliegen
  155. Schmetterling- Bushido
  156. Schwanenlied- Swiss
  157. Schüsse in die Luft- Kraftklub
  158. See you again- Wiz Khalifa
  159. Sehen/Sucht- Puzzle
  160. Serbenpuzzle- PA Sports
  161. Sie&Er- Metrickz
  162. Sieh in meine Augen- Bushido
  163. Skinny Love- Birdy
  164. So perfekt- Casper  
  165. So wie du bist- Dame
  166. So wie du bist- MoTrip
  167. Spiegel- DramaTic
  168. Spiegelbild- Shindy
  169. Stay- Miley Cyrus
  170. Stronger than I was- Eminem
  171. Suizidszenario- Sierra Kidd
  172. Tagebuch- MoTrip
  173. Take me to church- Sofia Karlberg
  174. Testament- Sido
  175. Teufelskreis- Farid Bang
  176. The a Team- Ed Sheeran
  177. Theorie und Praxis- Bushido
  178. Therapie- ReXx
  179. This Song Saved My Life- Simple Plan
  180. Tochter des Teufels- Kayef
  181. Traum von Freiheit- Bertond
  182. Traumfrau- Kontra K
  183. Try- Sam Tsui
  184. Try- Simple Plan
  185. Tränen- DramaTic
  186. Träume- Kontra K (live)
  187. Träumer- RAF 3.0
  188. Trümmer und Staub- Richter
  189. Unfaithful- Rihanna
  190. Untietled- DramaTic
  191. Verflossene Liebe- Casper
  192. Vergessen wie man lacht- MoTrip
  193. Vergib mir- Kay One
  194. Vergiss mich- Bushido  
  195. Vermisse dich- Kurdo
  196. Vogel flieg- Silla
  197. Wahrheit- Bushido
  198. Warum- Kay One
  199. Was wir alleine nicht schaffen- Xavier Naidoo
  200. Weit Weg- DramaTic
  201. Wenn- Amewu
  202. When I´m gone- Eminem
  203. Wie die Zeit vergeht- PA Sports
  204. Wie die Zeit verrennt- MoTrip
  205. Wie du- Cro
  206. Wie schön du bist- Sarah Connor
  207. Wie soll ein Mensch das ertragen- Philipp Poisel
  208. Wieder mal- Kayef
  209. Wir sein- Kayef
  210. Wo sie Scheitern- Kontra K
  211. Word as Weapons- Birdy
  212. Wärst du immer noch hier- Bushido
  213. XOXO- Casper
  214. Zeiten ändern dich- Bushido
  215. Zu Spät- Kynda Gray
  216. Zugvögel- Thees Uhlmann
  217. Zuhause- Finity

ich mach die morgen/ heute :D rein.. 

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I’m sorry - Stenbrough

wow u ever want to die??/??

This is long, beware! Based off of my fave song and also a song that i think is just stenbrough asf  

- Coldplay, the scientist.

- Also, since this is my first real bit of trashy fucking writing I’m dedacating this to my fave stenbrough Gs; @stanleybby @stenbroughz @birdbabestan @lame-yellow @stanleyuriis

if u cry I’m willing to let u all sue me:)

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry, you don’t know how lovely you are

Bill was terrified. His pale hands were numb and shaky. Raindrops rolled off his fringe and down past the tip of his nose. He thought about turning back, spinning on the heel of his damp converse and forgetting about it, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let another person he loved down. Maybe Stan didn’t want to see him, Bill was sure Stan hated him. How could he not? He helped traumatise him, he ruined his summer and most likely his life. Bill knew that Stan didn’t feel the same sort of things as he did. Stan brought out all the feelings in him that he had been taught to repress. But god, Bill couldn’t get the curve of his face out of his mind. The way his left cheek created a bigger dimple than his right whenever he smiled. The way his hair got blonder in summer and how his arms rested loosely by the side of his body whenever he stood. Stanley Uris didn’t even know how lovely he was and Bill wanted nothing more than to tell him.

I had to find you, tell you i need you, tell you I’ve set you apart

Stan wasn’t at home, not these days. He had started to stay with all of the other losers, the house he lived in contained too many reminders of what had happened. If anybody understood that, it was Bill. Tonight, Stan was staying at Mikes farmhouse, which was a 2 mile bike ride from Bills house. He couldn’t care if it was a 16 mile journey. Bill would go to the end of the earth right now to tell Stan how much he needed him. It was a spur of a moment thing, Bill had been laying on his bed and there had only been two people on his mind, the same two people that were always on his mind. Georgie, and Stan. He reached the twisted path to the Hanlon barnyard but stopped when he saw a familiar figure sat upon the haystacks. His curls were wet, refelcting in the moonlight. His pale face was nuetral as he bit his fingers, something Bill had come to notice as a habit of his when he was nervous. Bill was heartbroken just at the sight of him.


Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions, oh lets go back to the start.

Bill? What are you doing here, Bill? It’s 2 in the morning. And it’s raining”

Bill swallowed hard. He had never been this scared before. Not when Georgie died, not when Henry Bowers targeted him, not even when a fucking killer clown terrorised him and his best friends. He stood up straight, dropping silver on the floor and walking over to Stan, his arms were folded across his wet chest as protection from the cold.

“Stan, t-t-tell me w-what’s going on-n” was all he said. He had to shout over the rain, not knowing that even if he whispered Stan would till be able to hear him. He always watched Bill’s lips.

“Why? so you can ‘save’ the day again, Bill? That worked out perfectly last time.”

Stans words were brutal, they cut through him. It wasn’t even what he said, it was the look of pure hatred and disgust Stan had on his face as he stared at Bill. Stan played with the scar on his hand. Bill looked at his, a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Y-y-you m-meant it didn’t y-y-you, when y-you s-s-said you ha-hated m-me” Bills stutter was increasing and he was crying uncontrobally. He wiped his damp cheeks with the back of his sleeve and finally stared at Stan for the first time in the past 5 minutes. There was a silence. “I w-wish we c-could g-g-go b-back to the s-s-start”

Running in circles, coming up tails, heads on the science apart

You keep saying that, Bill. You keep saying sorry and that you wish you could take it all back. As if that’s going to change anything, stop living in the fucking past. Stop running in circles.” Stan wasn’t crying, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. His heart was shattering at the sight of Bill.

“I’m s-s-sorry-

“Oh my god Bill, are you even listening to me?” Bill cried harder when Stan shouted. Stan rose from his seat and paced over to Bill. In that second, Bill was certain Stan was going to punch him, kick him, push him to the ground and leave him there. But he didn’t.

Nobody said it was easy, it’s such a shame for us to part, nobody said it was easy, no-one ever said it would be this hard.

Stans body was warm, compared to the hard rain around them. His arms were tight around Bills neck, his wet hair nuzzled Bill’s jawline. Bill gripped the back of stans shirt, his hands so numb he couldn’t even feel the pink material. Stan started to shake and whimper and all Bill could do was hold him, running his hand up and down his back.

I’m sorry” Stan whispered. “I’m sorry that you lost your borther, I’m sorry you had to grow up too fast, I’m sorry for watching as you offered your life for ours, I’M SORRY I wasn’t more understanding. I’m sorry I never told you” Stan was rushing his words into his own cold version of the alphabet. His hands were holding Bill’s neck.

“N-not t-t-telling me w-what?”

“That it would be this damn hard” Stan cried.

“I love you, Stanley Uris” Bill kissed the smaller boys head and srewed his eyes shut. Stan let go of the taller boy and wiped down his tshirt. He stared into Bill’s eyes and rubbed a tear away from his face before turning back to Mikes house.

Bill watched as his best friend, his first love, walked away from him again. He watched his arms hang loosely by his side and he watched him ruffle his wet curls.

“STAN!” Bill yelled over the sound of the rain pounding the surfaces around him. Stan turned back to see Bill sat on silver, his fringe was still stuck to his forehead and the light from Mikes kitchen illuminated his damp features.

“I’m sorry.”

No Regrets - Something Just Like This

Not a request but the amazing @mysupernaturalfics made a trailer for my Living with Regrets series (Find it here) and she used the song Something just like this by Coldplay. I haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head since so here goes.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, lots and lots of fluff.

Word Count: 1212 (dammit again not a drabble.)

A/N: This is a drabble complication. All drabbles fit into the universe I created for my Jensen x Reader series Living with Regrets. Most can be read as stand alone, but will also very much be part of the series.

This takes place a few months after part 9 of Living with Regrets. Jensen and Y/N are married and attending JIBcon for the first time as a married couple.

Thanks to the amazing sweet @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester for betaing this for me on short notice.



Jensen and Rich had left the stage a few songs ago and you had been hiding from Jensen ever since. You hadn’t planned on singing at Jailbreak but this long weekend had been like a second honeymoon for the two of you. Becca was home and having the time of her life at her uncle Jared’s house, driving Tom and Shep crazy.

You and Jensen had been trying for a baby for a few months now, it was the right time a month for you to really try and Jensen was taking his part of the job more than seriously. Maybe your little stunt Friday had awoken something in him or maybe it was just the beautiful European city or the fact that the two of you were away together for the first time since you got married in January.

All you knew was you were more in love with him than ever and you felt that. You felt the love that the fans seemed to have regained for you. It had been a bumpy road between you and them for a while, since they had been very protective of Jensen. Not knowing your entire story had made it hard for them to accept the woman that re-appeared in his life with his kid in tow after have been gone for over four years.

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Date Night

A/N: so I know I haven’t posted anything in forever … exams have been killer and I honestly thought I could manage my time better (oops). Anyway, I prioritised and finished this little piece for @oneshot-shit‘s writing challenge so happy birthday Kinza!! Hope you enjoy this xx

Prompt: Picnic

Summary: Your date goes bad. Loads of your dates go bad. Fluff ensues anyway.

Word count: 1,316

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked, reaching your hands up to cup his face, brushing away stray raindrops from his cheekbones and eyebrows. ‘Why’re you so upset?’

The storm had caught you both unexpectedly, clear ink blue skies one moment and rolling dark grey clouds the next; the rain torrential and soaking you both to your bones. Your mascara had gathered below your eye giving you an unflattering shade of black and grey and your hair was stuck to your scalp and your neck. Still, remembering the panicked look on Bucky’s face made you want to laugh at it all.

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No Payne No Gain

TEXT: Paul Flynn


Last year LIAM PAYNE had a conversation with Justin Bieber. He doesn’t usually do this sort of thing. There’s a shop Liam frequents in Los Angeles. Whenever he sees one of Will Smith’s kids or a Kardashian he feels too self-conscious to introduce himself. “There’s still that little boy inside of me,” he says. With Bieber, it was different.

Like each of the select bands who go through their boy-to-man rite of passage in full public glare, Liam at 23 is a disarming mix of confidence, knowledge and conviviality wrapped up in a frightened canary let out of its cage. Sometimes he’s the boy at the bus stop. Sometimes drops in reflexive anecdotes about his dealings with Donald Trump. No one understands Bieber’s experiences with quite the same clarity on quite the same timeframe as Liam and his four One Direction buddies.

“Obviously [Bieber]’s struggled a lot through the way the world looked upon him,” Liam says. “I don’t feel sorry for him,” he continues, “he’s great guy, inside there’s a really good heart. I said, look, the difference between me and you is that I had four different boys going through the same thing to look to. He didn’t have that.” Quite out of character, Liam Payne reached out a hand to his peer. “I said to him, listen, take my number and any time you want to have a chat, let me know because I’m here and I understand exactly what you’re going through and I understand your world.”

It was a lovely thing to do. “He needs somebody like that and in that position,” he qualifies, placing himself deferentially into the third person. It’s sweet for other reasons, too. In Bieber there is something of the idiosyncratic otherworldliness of a Michael Jackson figure. Liam Payne, a pretty, straight talking lad from Wolverhampton appears at first not to be that thing at all. “There is that in all of us.” he avers, meaning not only Bieber but his fellow One Direction alumnus Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson. “We all have this chaotic side to us. You know, they say that anger breeds passion. I think that’s the same with a lot of us, that we let things get chaotic very quickly. We’re used to chaos.”

Liam is sitting in a quiet antechamber above the photo studio where today’s cover story has been shot. He says he likes interviews and honours the assurance in a quietly riveting half hour before he’s whisked magically away. It’s Friday evening. Liam has been working out with millennial precision to make sure he’s at top physical condition should he be required to lose his shirt during the shoot. He’s whippet slight flesh, definition counts.

Six years ago, One Direction came third on the national TV talent show, the X Factor. 1D was an assembly-line operation pieced together audition stages. Boys that barely knew one another, slotted seamlessly together in the kind of multi-demographic hit their boss Simon CowelI so adept at plugging into the national grid each year. That year, Liam and his bandmates Niall and Louis looked like they’d been schooled at a premium boyband academy. Each sported variants of Bieber’s early slideover haircut. It was easy to imagine any of them taking a stool in Westlife or learning to breakdance for Take That, had they been born in another time and place. Within the trio there was a safe place in which teenage girls and boys could measure their sexuality, whilst tapping their toes. That wheel still turned. Flanked at either edge of the three were genuinely new angles for the British boyband model; Harry Styles, Cheshire’s own reality-age Mick Jagger and Zayn Malik, a practising Muslim from Bradford and nonpareil physical work of art to whom supermodels have since flocked. The five together hit enough familiarity and newness to open up a global fame haul not touched since the heady days of Duran Duran, Culture Club and Wham back in the 80s. During the summer of their astronomical American takeover there was a plausible touch of Beatle-mania. They felt like an England football team winning the World Cup. Their records have sold in North Korea.

Liam and the boys were the first band to taste that fame level in the age of social media, making their story simultaneously that of the boys next door and untouchable messiahs. There was something refreshingly undone about them. Their best songs, ‘What Makes You Beautiful’, ‘Little Things’, ‘Steal My Girl’, even the precociously titled ‘Best Song Ever’ are undeniable additions to the Great British pop cannon. Liam says the 1D song that he’d buy above all others is 'Once In A Lifetime’, the little known track from their 2014 album, Four. “That’s my favourite song. Very Coldplay-esque. I wanted it to be a single but they just wouldn’t have it. It was very relaxed the way we chose our records and made things. It was really simple.” Someone else did it.

When 1D lost their X Factor trophy to semi-hot handyman Matt Cardie and were beaten to the silver medal podium by classy Scouse songbird Rebecca Ferguson, Liam was 16. He had auditioned for the show pre­viously, at 14, as a kind of minipops Michael Bublé, Wolverhampton’s hitherto unseen swing angle. On his first induction to the X Factor factory, he was instructed by producers to go home and rethink his shtick as the last 24 were whittled down on TV. He says it attuned him to the hard knocks of rejection. Such was the omnipotence of the show back then Liam’s audition storyline was enough to grant him a local working men’s club career where he honed his skill and paid his dues.

“I did pubs and clubs.” he says. “When I was a kid, I literally played old people’s homes.” His one taste of what was to come arrived when the Wolverhampton Wanderers FC invited Liam to sing before kick-off at the Manchester United fixture to 34,000 fans in the terraces. In honour of his local team’s squad colours he sang Sam Sparro’s 'Black and Gold’. “It’s funny that that’s where we ended up, playing stadiums,” he says, with pleasing air of pride and bemusement. “It was funny being stood in the middle again and thinking back on that 16 year old boy stood in the middle of a football pitch. My dad said to me, this is going to be the toughest gig you’re ever going to play. Football fans do not want to hear little boy singing. They’re not interested. You heard jeering from the crowd. But I got applause at the end. And my dad said, that is the best thing you could’ve got out of today.”

Liam says he can’t remember much of his time in the X Factor house second time around bar the tears. He was recently delighted to see fellow housemate Page Richardson, the contestant Louis Walsh immortalised as looking 'like a little Lenny Henry’ on account of nothing but his colour, in a Harry Potter film (“the one where it’s Dumbledore’s army. He’s actually in the army, which is amazing. I’m absolutely obsessed with Harry Potter. Fucking love Harry Potter.”). He nods as I mention some of the other names he shared his first home away from Wolverhampton with. Katie Waissel, Diva Fever, Wagner. “There were a lot of different strange characters and lovely people through that show. It was very rushed and strange.”

On account of a childhood kidney condition, he had not even been drunk by the time he left home, Dick Whittington style, to live in a shared London house with a bunch of strangers maniacally chasing their fame dream in real time. “The famous line my dad said was. don’t come home until Christmas, meaning don’t get thrown off it before the final. And after I said goodbye to him that day. I never really went home again.”

When 1D lost, Liam turned to his dad with a “we made it this far” face. His fellow band-mates. he says, were in pieces. He remembers first Harry, then Louis, Niall and Zayn bursting into tears. “A cameraman came over and said 'can I get you boys for an interview?’ and I looked at all the boys crying, in their mum’s arms and I was like, 'look, I’ll do the interview’ because I was the only one who was alright and so I went off to side and did the after-camera interview for us. I just left them because I wanted them to have their moment and the cameras didn’t need to see them like that. There was a real atmosphere. This followed throughout our career a lot of the time.”

In Cowell’s dressing room later than same evening, 1D were told that they would be signed to his label, Syco regardless of their position on the show. “Simon took us up to his dressing room to tell us he was to sign us and Harry literally burst into tears he was so happy.” Emotions run high in boyband land. “He told us. I’m going to sign you. That was the moment. That’s where it all began.” The wheels of the juggernaut had begun to turn. “It was like a bomb went off”, he notes.

There was a pearl of wisdom shared by Cowell that stuck with Liam from that high-stakes evening. “The first thing he said to us after signing us from X Factor was 'look, there are no angels here.’ Which is so true.” What does Liam think Cowell meant by that? “That we’re all people. We all people here.” He doesn’t think it was an invocation of mistrust in music industry, the smoke and mirrors world of real life fame? “No, no, no. It was a moment in a conversation. He said 'look, there are no angels here and I know that you’re all going to make mistakes’. That’s what he was saying. Just get on with what the show is, do your bit. do your business, go to work and be real. That’s what that comment meant. Don’t stress about it, it’ll all turn out alright in the end.”

In that moment, it sounds like Liam Payne made a pact with himself go for it regardless, at the top tier, to claim his moment. “Everyone strives to be the person that they want to be.” he says. “I try too much sometimes, I think. I overstep the mark a little bit sometimes. That’s why I’m such a perfectionist. But sometimes I think you have to believe that are no angels.” The first One Direction single, 'What Makes You Beautiful’ was released in 2011, on September 11th.

The second half of 2016 was an eventful time for Liam Payne, presaged by his signing a solo record deal with Sinatra’s old imprint Capitol Records on July 21st.

While in 1D, he says all five boys dabbled on their own material. Because boybands never break up anymore, 1D are officially on sab­batical. Whether that translates as a bit of genial respite or full scale hatred for one another is a matter that’s been carefully blended into their tale with just enough leaks of a hint to either. Zayn, who had already fled 1D’s nest a year earlier, missing their victory lap worldwide stadium tour released his solo album Mind of Mine last spring, reinventing him­self as the Frank Ocean for Unilad readers. Niall played to his Irish card with a forgettable busker-ish ballad for the Christmas market very much carved from the mould of Ed Sheeran and seasonal John Lewis adverts. From the snippet of it we heard. Liam’s song sounded like his ascent to manhood, touting him as a moody, roustabout lover-man in something of Drake’s lineage, complete with street lyrical touches (while writing, a picture appears on Liam’s Instagram feed of him with the Canadian don though it’s not specified whether he’s working or partying with his hero)

Whenever Liam talks about the 1D boys he has the exact same dad-ish air of concern, care, amazement and slight separation from the operation that Daddy Barlow has with Take That. Oh, that’s the other thing Liam had kicked off the year with a new belle, The X Factor’s Queen of Our Hearts, Cheryl Tweedy.

Liam brings up Cheryl, of course he does. The two live in Surrey, out of the city. When I make a joke about him being Lord of the Manor, he says that his sister bought him a plaque to denote his Lordship for his last birthday, a joke that doubled when it turned out Cheryl had been bought a similar gift by Simon Cowell during her tenure on X Factor. “So we’re Lord and Lady, which is hilarious.” To British suburbia, this is of course precisely what they represent, a self-selected aristocracy in which we’ve all played a part in the honours system.

He says things with Cheryl are working out well, becoming temporarily misty-eyed. “This is the thing. In a non-cliché way, it’s weird waking up every day and literally living out your dream. You wake up in the most beautiful places. Obviously I have the most beautiful girlfriend if the whole world and she’s absolutely amazing. She’s been my drean girl since I was younger. She’s so ace.” They are used to companionship. They have Liam’s dog, Watson, a Great Dane. “If I’m ever having a problem or I ever get a bit angsty about something that’s happening in life then I take the dog out for a walk and there’s just unconditional love from him. Anyway, I don’t want to go too much into that. I’m not like a weird dog person.”

“She is a wonderful, wonderful person and it’s amazing to have someone who can relate to so much of things, someone who’s taken greater steps than me. Her solo career was amazing. She’s been in the industry for fourteen years now. She fully supports me. We’re super happy. I appreciate you didn’t ask about it. It’s a very personal, precious time for us. I’m still learning. I’m only 23.”

Because he is the youngest of three, Liam inherited the bed that his big sister’s had slept in at home in Wolverhampton. He tried to paint a wall blue to put his own stamp on the room, still shaded by bunny rabbit curtains into his teenage years, and ran out of paint before finishing. “It was a total tip.” he says of the last bedroom he lived in before fame. “That bed was so old. The last time I went back and sat on it I couldn’t believe it was the bed I used to sleep on. I often think about how I used to sit on the windowsill and just look at the stars and wonder what this was all for. And I often used to think, there must be more to life than this.”

I ask if his parents kept the room the same as when he left. “Well,” he says, interrupting the nostalgia with a little sharp reality, “I bought my par­ents a house so I haven’t actually been back to that room in a long time. I’d like to.” The experiences of 1D made five men very rich, very young.

Liam knows exactly his financial worth. “I do,” he says, letting out a nerv­ous laugh. I ask if I would blush if I saw his bank account. 'Honestly, it is a very scary thought.’ he says. “It is not something that we were given it’s something we worked our asses off for. The way we went to work every day and the way we travelled the world and the way we conducted our business, with great management at the time and greater minds, it turned out great for everybody. But it was a long five years.”

On the last night of the last 1D tour, management presented all four remaining members with a plaque festooned with little badges for every single gig they’d played since their first. “It was a sombre night.” says Payne, who has started becoming more emotionally transparent in front of other people this last year. “To see every show we’ve ever done on a plaque?” he says, raising eyes to the sky. “Again, everybody was in tears. And I’m quite good at holding it together but I have got a lot worse of late. Adverts and things mate me cry. I think I’m getting more emotional as time goes by, especially with everything that’s happening in my life at the moment. It’s a very emotional time and time to reflect on a lot of things and the person that I am to be. Do you know what I mean? If that makes sense?” It makes perfect sense.

Beneath the extraordinary life he has lived so far, outweighing every one of his personal, societal and geographic expectations, there’s a deeply admirable humility and candour to Liam Payne. On the subject of his forthcoming record: “l’ll tell you the truth. The dream was to be able to get signed and release an album. That is every musician who’s on Youtube’s dream today. I’ve got the opportunity to work with a really great label, Capitol. The people I work with are absolutely amazing and to get a record deal and be able to release the album that I want to release is the most amazing thing ever.” He has no idea how it will fare. “Even if this went tits up, sideways, it’d still be step one that I got here.”

Liam Payne never voted in a general election. “I’ve never been able to vote,” he explains, “because we’ve always been in different countries and I’ve never really understood it. I still feel like a 16 year old boy when it comes down to things like that and I wouldn’t know which way to go.” He steered clear of the EU referendum (“I kind of knew that we were going to Brexit. It was just a gambler’s feeling”) and doesn’t know how his parents voted in it.

Do you want to know his Donald Trump tale? Of course you do. 'Oh. here’s a story,“ he says, rubbing his hands. “Trump actually kicked us out of his hotel once.” It gets better. “You wouldn’t believe it. It was about [meeting] his daughter. He phoned up our manager and we were asleep. He said 'well, wake them up’ and I was like 'no’ and then he wouldn’t let us use the underground garage. Obviously in New York we can’t really go outside. New York is ruthless for us. So he was like, 'OK. then I don’t want you in my hotel’. So we had to leave.”

He’s seen a lot of life, has Liam. That he retains himself amid it’s spectacular credit to those around him and the man himself. “Now he’s President,” he says, perhaps for a moment reflecting on the opportunities life affords the most unusual candidates. “I just hope he doesn’t kick me out the country.” He’s laughing now. “I hope he lets me stay.”

Source: x

Kenma has never been good with words. 

He observes Tetsurou’s dark circles when he comes home from work every night, in turn kissing them all, a silent “i’m glad to be home”. Tetsurou never complains, though. He loves teaching little kids about chemistry and physics and the secrets of the universe. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s wearing a pair of ratty old sweats, eating popcorn and laughing at really bad movies with the rest of them. And he always brings back leftover candy from school.

He observes Keiji’s mouth, a slight droop of lips indicating his discomfort at having to work overtime at the hospital. Keiji never complains, though. He loves helping people. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s at home, absorbed in a good book, his head on one of their laps, enjoying one of the quieter moments with the rest of them. And he always brings back flowers that remind him of them.

He observes Koutarou from a distance, a star shining almost too bright to look at directly. But he sees the sagging of his shoulders, an indication of self doubt and dejection. Koutarou doesn’t complain about it, though. He loves playing volleyball and he knows his students look up to their coach, a figure of strength and resilience. But Kenma knows that no matter how spirited Koutarou might appear to his students, he likes it best when he is sitting under the blankets with the rest of them, late at night, talking about the latest ghost story he’s heard from his students, an act that always always leads to cuddling. And he always hugs them all so hard, lifting them off their feet and planting a kiss with a plop on their cheeks.

Where does Kenma find himself in this equation? How does he show his love, when he can’t even say the words “i love you”? Maybe he doesn’t have to.

He decides to make them a playlist.

Kuroo Tetsurou

you and i - ingrid michaelson // who do you love - marianas trench // can’t help falling in love - twenty one pilots //  together with the sundown - stephen jerzak // promise the stars - we the kings // a sky full of stars - coldplay // symphony - clean bandit ft. zara larsson // u just can’t be replaced - gnash ft. rosabeales // shooting star - owl city // just the way you are - bruno mars // kiss me - ed sheeran // i’ll follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie

Akaashi Keiji

for him - troye sivan ft. allday // lovers in japan - coldplay // thinking out loud - ed sheeran // rollercoaster - bleachers // i won’t give up - jason mraz // moonlight - ariana grande // vanilla twilight - owl city // goner - twenty one pilots // true colours - tom odell // i do adore - mindy gledhill // truly madly deeply - savage garden // always - panic! at the disco

Bokuto Koutarou 

treasure - bruno mars // somebody to you - the vamps ft. demi lovato // love on top - beyonce // tear in my heart - twenty on pilots // missing you - all time low // love is easy - mcfly // i really like you - carly rae jepsen // top of the world - greek fire // say it, just say it - the mowgli’s // just give me a reason - p!nk // give me a try - the wombats //  turning pages - sleeping at last

Morgan Rielly - The concert

 Request: Can I request a Morgan Rielly imagine where it’s the first time you’re meeting the team? And Mitch and Auston say/do stuff to embarrass Mo? Sorry if it too specific!!!!! Thank u!!

Warnings: None

I must have changed my outfit 8 times by now and I still have a tough time to decide if I want my hair up or down, how can this be so hard? I haven’t been this nervous since I applied for collage. Today is the day I’m meeting Morgan’s teammates; those guys are his family away from family. Morgan met my friends a week ago and now I understand why he was so nervous, this is awful.

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Encore // Something Just Like This (Maxwell x Riley)

Title: Encore // Something Just Like This
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Word Count: 1,763
For ChoicesCreates #15, hosted by the wonderful @hollyashton and @zigisbisexual!!

Summary: What seemed to be a regular concert outing with Riley and Maxwell turns out to become a symbolic realization of their hidden feelings for one another. 

Author’s Note: I wrote this fic to go along with “Something Just Like This” by Coldplay (and The Chainsmokers).  It’s the live Tokyo version, so all the cheering in the background and singing along makes it all the more realistic.  I promise it’ll be worth it to listen to the song while reading this! 

Originally posted by yuruyenoculeransiklopedisi

♫ Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try
to fix you

The crowd bursts into screams, cheers, and applause as your favourite band performs one of their oldest jams on stage to close the show.  You, on the other hand, are speechless.  You’re in awe.  You couldn’t believe you experienced your dream come true, right before your eyes.  Standing still, you welcomed the medley of colourful lights dancing around you, the bass of the drum, the guitar solo that rings in your ears, making every bone in your body feel invincible. 

“Well, what did you think?” Riley teasingly nudged you in the rib cage.  Slowly, you turn towards your new best friend, jaw slightly dropped from the shock you are currently undergoing.  

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A Head Full of Dreams Tour in Manila 2017

My love for Coldplay may not be as strong as the others, but I am certain when I say that I have never felt so much love for a band when I started listening to them. It was during my elementary days when I discovered Coldplay. I don’t remember the specific song that made me fall in love with them but I do know that it wasn’t as deep as it is today. High school came and this is where I dived into their world and listened to all their albums. They were—are my companion. The significant moments in my life, you bet Coldplay was there! I was either listening to their songs out of sheer joy or some sort of friend to cry on. I found a weird kind of comfort and bond with them. Coldplay is my home.

I made a little pact with myself: if Coldplay ever went to my home country, I’ll watch them live.

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My Shirbert Playlist :)

Here are all the song I play on a loop whenever I am writing for these two! Hopefully y’all enjoy it!

- “every little thing she does is magic” by Sleeping at Last

Though I’ve tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I’ve done from the start

- “yellow’ by Coldplay

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
You know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

- “don’t you worry child” by Kurt Hugo Schneider

There was a time
I met a girl of a different kind.
We ruled the world,
I thought I’d never lose her out of sight.
We were so young,
I think of her now and then.
I still hear the songs
Reminding me of a friend.

Upon a hill across a blue lake,
That’s where I had my first heartbreak.
I still remember how it all changed.

- “someone to stay” by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Hear you, falling and lonely, cry out
Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope?
At the end of the day it will help us
Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?
Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?
Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

- “happiness” by The Fray

Happiness is like the old man told me
Look for it, but you?ll never find it all
Let it go, live your life and leave it
Then one day, wake up and she?ll be home
Home, home, home

- “please don’t say you love me” by Gabrielle Aplin

Summer comes and winter fades
Here we are just the same
Don’t need pressure, don’t need change
Let’s not give the game away

- “dear manners” by Zac Saber

Oh, where are your manners, my dear?
My intentions unclear
Wasn’t choosing between your love and the road
Oh, where are your manners, my dear?
Oh, is that all that you feel?
Sure you will find someone to hold you when you’re old

I don’t quite know where are returning to
Because this place is not your home
The irony is that you’re a road hole
No clear direction where to go
The weight of the world is in what you’re not saying
Will circulate inside my head
To all the candles that I’m holding
Will simply melt ‘till your heart is dead

- “better with you” by This Wild Life

I swear I see the seasons change
More often than I see your face
November came and went
The summer left without a traceAnd I’m left with distance on my mind

Was it me that caused you to just pack up and leave?
When you did, you took everything
I just hate seeing you without me

- “above the clouds of pompei” by Bear’s Den (this one applies to Gilbert and his Dad after losing his mom, which i have used to help my writing of their relationship, but i included it here bc it’s pretty haha)

I was the son you always had
Tugging at your coat when you were sad
I was the son you always had
I was the son you always had

Don’t cry
Hold your head up high
She would want you to
She would want you to

- “learn how to fight” by Besides Daniel

If it’s time that you want, If it’s space that you need,

Then darling go find it, that’s alright by me.

I’ll be building a house that you may never see.

I’ll be working my hands to the bone, I’ll be working my hands to the bone. Just know that you have the respect you deserve, As you cling to your courage and your efforts to serve.

-”Georgia” by Vance Joy

She is something to behold
Elegant and bold
She is electricity
Running to my soul…

And I, I never understood what was at stake
I never thought your love was worth it’s wait
Well now you’ve come and gone
I finally worked it out, I worked it out

- “stubborn love” by The Lumineers

And I don’t blame ya dear
For running like you did, all these years
I would do the same, your best believe
And the highway signs say we’re close
But I don’t read those things anymore
I never trusted my own eyes

When we were young
Oh oh, we did enough
When it got cold,
Ooh ooh we bundled up
I can’t be told,
Ah ah, can’t be done  

- “Josh McBride” by The Head & The Heart

You are in the seat beside me
You are in my dreams at night
You are in grandmother’s wisdom
You are in grandfather’s charm.

Show me your trees in the orchard
With the music on their branches
Keep them from the mouths of creatures
Who intend for them no good.
Take me out past the wind break
Speak the thing you could not utter,
When we’ll howl and moon will cower
At the magic of the word.

Jeez, I could probably go on and on but this is my list for now! I should really make a spotify playlist for them shouldn’t I? Let me know if you have any other suggestions!


You Got Me Dreamin: A Blake & Gwen Playlist [Listen Here]

1. I Found You - Alabama Shakes: ‘Cause I remember them days I waited so patiently/For God to bring someone who’s gonna be good to me/And then He blessed my soul.  2. Blue Ain’t Your Color - Keith Urban: But I just don’t understand how another man could take your sun and turn it ice cold.  3. How It’s Done – Maren Morris: It ain’t fair what she’s been giving/Now I’m on a mission for what you’ve been missing/Let me show you how.  4. In Common – Alicia Keys: If you could love somebody like me you must be messed up too.  5. Wonderwall – Oasis: So maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me.  6. Say You Won’t Let Go – James Arthur: I wanna live with you/Even when we’re ghosts/‘Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most.  7. F*ck ‘Em Only We Know – Banks: So come on, let’s pretend that no one else is watching while we play/By your side, that’s where I have to be now/We won’t hide/I breathe your kisses just to stay alive/I see exactly what you’re thinking/I can feel you with my eyes.  8. Magic – Coldplay: Call it magic/Call it true/Call it magic/When I’m with you/And I just got broken/Broken into two/Still I call it magic/When I’m next to you.  9. You Are – Estelle feat. John Legend: Never thought that you would kiss my heart the way you did/All of the sadness in passing/Making me feel like I’m past it/But you reel me in in the sweetest way.  10. Who We Are – Tristan Prettyman: We don’t have to understand/Fate always has the upper hand/And Fate chose me and you.  11. Ten Leap Years – Dawn & Hawkes: I wanna hold you like this, in the crook of my arm/Always build you up, keep you safe from harm/I wanna show you how love is supposed to feel/I wanna hold you so you know that our love sure is real.  12. Die a Happy Man – Thomas Rhett: Baby that red dress brings me too my knees/Oh but that black dress makes it hard to breathe/You’re a saint, you’re a goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece/It’s too good to be true, nothing better than you in my wildest dreams.  13. Yours – Ella Henderson: And if I’ve been feeling heavy/You take me from the dark/Your arms they keep me steady/So nothing could fall apart.  14. Leather & Lace – Stevie Nicks & Don Henley: Lovers forever, face to face/My city, your mountains/Stay with me stay.  15. I Get to Love You – Ruelle: One look at you, my whole life falls in line/I prayed for you before I called you mine.  16. God Made a Woman – Jarrod Niemann: Never gave Him a reason to bless me at all/And I still can’t believe that an angel would fall/For a guy like me, guess He sees who needs saving.  17. Angel of Mine – Monica: How you changed my world you’ll never know/I’m different now, you helped me grow/You came into my life, sent from above/When I lost all hope, you showed me love.  18. Mango Tree – Zac Brown Band feat. Sara Bareilles: I love you, Say that you love me too/And we can turn the whole world upside down.  19. Late to the Party – Kacey Musgraves: And who needs a crowd when you’re happy at a party for two?/The world can wait/'Cause I’m never late to the party if I’m late to the party with you.  20. Bless the Broken Road – James Johnston: I’d like to have the time I lost and give it back to you/But you just smile and take my hand/You’ve been there you understand/It’s all part of a grander plan that is coming true. 21. Sing to Me – Walter Martin feat. Karen O: Everyday I listen to the funny things you say/I hope you never ever change your ways/Let’s take a wander through the world today.  22. Sure Thing – Miguel: This love between you and I is simple as pie baby/It’s such a sure thing.  23. Sweetest Devotion – Adele: I’ve been looking for you, baby/In every face that I’ve ever known/And there is something 'bout the way you love me/That finally feels like home.  24. Blended Family – Alicia Keys feat. A$AP Rocky: I know it started with a little drama/I hate you had to read it in the paper/But everything’s alright with me and ya Mama/Baby everybody here you know adores ya/I think it’s beautiful, I think it’s perfect/I know how hard it gets/But I swear it’s worth it.  25. Happy People – Little Big Town: Well life is short/And love is rare/And we all deserve to be happy while we’re here.  26. Forever & Ever, Amen – Randy Travis: If you wonder how long I’ll be faithful/Well just listen to how this song ends/I’m gonna love you forever and ever/Forever and ever, amen.

valentine's day wincest and j2 playlist!

ten songs about wincest (or J2) that make me cry, so you should listen to them (and cry with me) !

If It’s the Beaches// The Avett Brothers - This song reminds me so much of pre Stanford. Like, Dean is watching Sam pack up his things, talking of what college will be like, and it’s breaking his heart and he wants to make Sam happy. Anything to make him stay.

If I’m to Die// Keaton Henson - This song is purely The Winchesters. There is so much sacrifice in this song, and that’s really what they’re all about. Right? “Oh I hope to be seeing you soon, don’t know what’s out there, more fear I assume.”

Poison Oak// Bright Eyes - This one, oh my god. I feel like this one is from John’s point of view. Maybe like after Sam left for Stanford. Plus the thought of Dean crying into John’s shirt because Sam won’t come home anymore breaks my heart. And I love it.

Home// Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros - This one, is so full of Sam and Dean and love. It reminds me of a hot summer that they spent alone together. Maybe Dean was 17 and Sam 13, and they were falling in love.

Favorite Record// Fall Out Boy - The song kind of speaks for itself, so you should really give it a listen. But honestly, it’s about riding in the car with someone you love so I mean… “And I confessed to you, riding shotgun underneath the purple skies.”

Green Eyes// Coldplay - Okay, the name kind of just lays it all out but, the lyrics make me picture the boys out on a long hunt where they have to do a lot of driving. Dean is mouthing along to a Metallica song and, this song is playing on repeat in Sam’s mind.

I wish I was// The Avett Brothers - Another day cooped up in a motel room, and Sam is laying on one of the old mattresses. Dean is out at the bar, and this is what’s on Sam’s mind. Or maybe it’s the other way around.

Two Again// Christian Burrows - OKAY. this song is so sweet and sad. Holy shit. It’s so spot on for Sam and Dean. Get ready to cry over the thought of them building Lego castles together to keep busy when John doesn’t come home for a week.

these last two are more J2, but I guess could be taken both ways!

Tall Cans Hold Hands// Told Slant - this song kind of speaks for itself. But I just gotta’ say. J2, taking a week off from filming to go to the lake and camp in a tent. “You’re my best friend and I need you. Do you know that?”

Nothing’s Gonna’ Hurt You Baby// Cigarettes After Sex - This song creates such an easy picture in my mind because I’m pretty sure it’s confirmed that J2 has done 90% of the stuff in this song.

I hope you all really like the songs chosen, fall in love with the artists, and more importantly fall further in love with wincest (and J2). Have a wonderful Valentine’s Day!
Like a River to a Raindrop

Requested: “Fix you or us against the world by Coldplay!”

A/N: In case you don’t know, recently I’ve been writing imagines based on songs and I’ve previously asked for people to send in song requests. Thank you to those who have sent in songs, I’m working hard on getting all my requests done! For this one, I decided with Us Against the World, and this song could have millions of different meanings depending on the person listening to it, so this imagine is just based off of what I get out of the song. And so basically to explain it a little, this is a story about Y/N being scared to start a more serious relationship with someone. (Shawn ) Love is a scary thing, but eventually she lets herself fall into it because its pointless to fight back. I hope it makes sense lol

The tightrope that I’m walking just sways and ties, the devil as he’s talking with those angel eyes

Thump, thump, thump. The pounding of her heart was all she could hear, all she could feel. She was numb to his touch, numb to his words and she stood still against the wall as he kissed up her neck, over and over leaving small marks behind. She didn’t move one inch, she couldn’t. He on the other hand was so enraptured with her body, continuing to wrap his hands around her waist and use his tongue on her skin. They had spent a little too much time together alone and it lead to this moment, this moment she had feared since they first held hands. She knew that inviting him over to watch an innocent movie would end like this, she knew he would end up leaving her the morning after just like everyone else did. She wanted to please him, she watched his eyes on her in the beginning and she wanted to touch him back, harder than he was touching her but she knew she couldn’t, she would regret it right away.

“Stop.” She finally let the words escape her mouth, and her eyes were starting to become wet, she was beginning to lose herself.

He pulled his head away from her neck and his tight grip loosened.

“Is everything okay?” He looked at her, watched her carefully placing a hand under her chin.

She quickly shook her head before pushing his hands away and running into the bathroom, grabbing her tee shirt that he had thrown on the floor minutes before this. She locked the door, and the tears she tried so hard to fight were pouring out now, she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror.

Like a river to a raindrop

There was no way to describe perfectly what she felt. She could barely believe she even got this far, far enough to let him remove her shirt.

“Y/N?” He called out to her and knocked on the bathroom door. How was she going to answer? What would she say? She felt so small compared to the rest of the world, so small compared to him. She was nothing, nothing but a small raindrop that people had umbrellas to shield themselves from. He was a river, the beautiful kind that people received their water from.

“What happened? I’m sorry, did I do something?”

His words melted her heart, and she wanted so badly to believe that he meant them, she wanted to believe he was here for her, and not just her body.

“Please go home Shawn, I’m sorry.”

Saying his name aloud finally, kicked the air out of her. She wanted him, she wanted to say his name forever but she was simply scared.

“No way, not until you tell me what’s going on. Let me help you okay? I’m right here, everything’s okay.”

She was pacing back and forth now, convincing herself it was okay to open the door and to let him in. Her emotions finally got the best of her and she didn’t open up, but she reached over and unlocked the bathroom door. As soon as she did, she stepped back and Shawn was already running over to her, wrapping himself around her tiny figure.

Just erode us in the rain and see roses

Time went by much faster when she was being taken care of. She was so used to wasting days, wasting time on beating herself up that she didn’t know it was already almost 10pm and Shawn was probably going to be heading home soon. It was only 45 minutes ago when she had her own little breakdown and probably made Shawn feel uncomfortable. He didn’t say anything though, he didn’t even ask her to talk about it. He simply rubbed his hands against her back and kept repeating the same words into the echoey bathroom; “Everything is okay. You’re okay.”

He turned on the water in the bathtub and told her to relax, to think about something else. She normally would’ve responded to him by saying thank you and then just asking him to leave. But she felt safe, secure. She felt like maybe he did actually care and although that was a scary feeling she was willing to take that small risk. Even if it wasn’t real, she just needed it to feel real for right now. So she took a short bath and Shawn waited for her in her bedroom, with clothes layed out on her bed. Now she sat next to him on the carpeted floor in her cozy room with her head on his shoulder, the TV quietly playing.

“Thank you. You don’t have to stay here.” She whispered sheepishly, picking her head up and looking at him, wishing she could better thank him for putting up with her.

“I don’t have to, but I’m going to.” He said simply.

“I’m fine, Shawn. I just got a little nervous, and I was reminded of some past experiences and so I panicked.” She looked at the ground as she spoke, trying to avoid breaking down again.

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay.” She didn’t respond, because she didn’t know how to. So they sat in silence, as she leaned her head back over onto his shoulder.

“I love you.” The words came out quick, but smoothly. She picked her head back up and looked at him. Most I love you’s only came from siblings or parents, or best friends. She was so surprised it was like all her pain was washed away with the rain outside. The thorns cutting into her heart were suddenly replaced with roses and everything was beautiful. When someone you can picture your life with says those three words it catches you off guard. And so she blinked away tears, figuring out how she was going to respond. She didn’t. She didn’t say anything at all, instead she kissed him. Grabbed his face into her hands and kissed him hard. He kissed backed. It wasn’t lust, it wasn’t the “I wanna have sex now!” type of kiss, it was everything else. It was pure, it was innocent. It was love and she felt like it was him and her against the world.

Demi Lovato on dating and disappointment

BBC Music 

Five, four, three, two, one!

Pop star Demi Lovato is doing her best impression of Nasa’s mission control as she records an insert for a forthcoming TV show.

Standing in an alcove of BBC Broadcasting House, as staff mill around with laptops and coffee cups, she’s really giving it some welly - which is impressive considering she has literally no idea what she is counting down from, or to.

“Yeah, I don’t know what that was for,” laughs Lovato as she sidles into a seat to chat about her new album, Tell Me You Love Me.

It’s the 25-year-old’s sixth record since she began her career as a child actress on the TV show Barney and Friends. Since then, she’s starred in Camp Rock alongside the Jonas Brothers, appeared as a judge on The X Factor USA, and become a fierce advocate for anti-bullying and mental health campaigns.

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