#2. surrender - natalie taylor

[arlana-likes-to-write]

What Would Humans Be Without Love?

Would the world continue to exist if humans couldn’t love? What would the world be like if we did not have a strong compassionate for one another? To me, the world would be a dark and desolate place. For others, love is a concept that was used against them. They were told that love is for children. That they were undeserving of love. Natasha Romanoff never thought she’d find love until she found you. But when the fate of the world is at stake, the question becomes what would humans do for love?

Chapter 1: Hold On by Chord Overstreet

Chapter 2: Surrender by Natalie Taylor    

Chapter 3: One More I Love You By Alex Warren

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #natasha romanoff x you #reader insert #marvel fanfiction #based on songs #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanov x reader #black widow #natalia romanova

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Juniper Thompson Sinclair *Supporting Character

Partner(s): None Parents: Jazper Sinclair and Samuel Cullman-Thompson. Kids: None. Siblings: Biologically Storm and Ember, non-biologically quite a few. Age: Immortal but translates into early-mid 20′s. Birthday: 4th of August. Height: 170 cm (5.5ft) Body type: Slim. Eye color: Mossy/caramel Classification: Immortal/supernatural. Known powers: Shapeshifting/wolf shifter.

About: ~ Adaptable, Fair, Adventurous, Creative, Helpful, Caring, Logical, Gentle, Contemplating, Down to earth, Honest, Intelligent, Calm, Humble, Friendly, Organized, Forgiving, Considerate, Intuitive and Loyal. ~ Kindergarten teacher. ~ Bisexual. ~ Has long wavy ginger hair. ~ Freckle explosion. ~ Has a calming effect on people around her.  ~ Travels a lot. ~ Lives with to of her siblings, Lylah & Liv. ~ Very good cook. ~ Family and friends often call her Joon. ~ Makes a lot of homemade marmalade.  ~ Doesn’t talk much unless she feels good in someones company. ~ Wouldn’t call herself introverted though. ~ Hangs out in her garden a lot. ~ Smells like warm Amber, Jasmine and Tuberose. ~ Her favorite season is Summer. ~ Barely wears makeup, only a bit non her cheeks and brown eyeliner. ~ Is very skilled at sewing. ~ Very close to her parents and siblings. ~ Writes poetry. ~ Plays Banjo and guitar quite well. ~ Big tooth gap. ~ Wholesome energy. ~ Huge tea drinker. ~ Herbalist. ~ environmental, activist ~ recycles water ~ Loves her family and friends, her cat, animals, nature, cooking, veggies, incense, gemstones/crystals, upcycling, tea, herbs, sustainable materials, paper cut art, candles, bonfires, fireflies and rainbows. ~ Never sunbathes. ~ Dresses Bohemian and relaxed, mostly in earthy tones. ~ Big smile. Joon’s tag Joon’s house/home Joon’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe her: Andy Kong - All We Are                                                        

Personal play list: 1. M83 - Wait 2. Patrick Watson - Je te laisserai des mots 3. SYML - Where's My Love (Acoustic) 4. Evelyn Stein - Quiet Resource 5. Daigo Hanada - Butterfly 6. Natalie Taylor - Surrender 7. Billie Eilish - Hostage 8. Of Monsters and Men - This Happiness 9. Johannes Bornlöf -  Reminiscence 10. Keane - Somewhere Only We Know 11. Chelou - Halfway to Nowhere 12.  The Satellite Station - Hollow Sound 13. Finn - The Minimalists 14. Cults - Always Forever 15. Hollow Coves - Anew 16. The Franklin Electric - Answers 17. Florence + The Machine - Free 18. Ben Howard - These Waters 19. Mountains of the Moon - Bayou 20. Peter Sandberg - Remove The Complexities

#Juniper Sinclair Thompson #Joon #immortal #supernatural #wolf shifter #shapeshifter #simographysup

[theladyyavilee]

post/702363765380874240 omg that playlist sounds amazing specially knowing how much i love your fic , would you think of sharing it ?

aaah I don't really share my spotify stuff in fandom circles because the account is attached to my family 🙈 but I am gonna put all the songs on the playlist under a cut here so you can recreate the playlist if you want to <3 (not all of the songs are angsty tbf xD there’s also the ones for the happier scenes mixed into it, but I have an extra playlist with exclusively the sad and slow ones for writing the really somber scenes and I will bolden those songs! also I am very happy to hear that you love the fic, thank youuu 💕💕 also kalsdfkjsd I am sorry it took me a while to answer this, I was mostly away from tumblr for the last week or so <3)

Message To Bears - You are a Memory

Michael Schulte - Falling Apart

The Fray - Look After You

Plumb - I Want You Here

Journey, Steve Perry - Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)

Sleeping At Last - Chasing Cars

Tommee Profit, Sam Tinnesz - With You Til The End

Bear’s Den - Red Earth & Pouring Rain

Ludovico Einaudi - Nuvole Bianche

Hans Zimmer - Time

5 Seconds of Summer - Ghost Of You

Sigur Rós - Dauðalogn

Novo Amor - Repeat Until Death

Mattia Cupelli - Love Lost

Sinéad O’Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U

Rosenstolz - Wir Sind Am Leben

Landon Pigg - The Way It Ends

Heather Nova - Like Lovers Do

Lily Kershaw - Ashes Like Snow

Roxette - Spending My Time

Simple Plan - Untitled (How Could This Happen to Me?)

Secession Studios - Isn’t It Beautiful

Mattia Cupelli - Without

Sleeping At Last - Saturn

Hans Zimmer, James Newton Howard - A Dark Knight

Mattia Cupelli - Cerulean

Taylor Swift - cardigan

Zack Hemsey - The Way

Lifehouse - Aftermath

RAIGN - Don’t Let Me Go

Tom Rosenthal - It’s Okay (Acoustic)

Ólafur Arnalds - Happiness Does Not Wait

Ólafur Arnalds, Arnór Dan - So Far

Message To Bears - I Know You Love To Fall

Karen O - I Shall Rise

Chip Taylor - On The Radio (Music From The Netflix Original Series Sex Education)

Natalie Taylor - Surrender

Erik Jonasson - Like a Funeral

Sleeping Wolf - The Wreck of Our Hearts

Lifehouse - All In

Lifehouse - First Time

Jean-Pierre Taïeb - Theme from “The Divide“

Alexander Rosskopf - Jiraiya’s Death

Ragnar Seaholm - Steady The Ship

The xx - Angels

Snow Patrol - Don’t Give In

Leona Lewis - Run

Counting Crows - Possibility Days

James Gillespie - Beyond Today

Oh Wonder - White Blood

Trading Yesterday - Shattered

Snow Patrol - The Lightning Strike

Nick Cave, Warren Ellis - Song for Bob

James Newton Howard - Rue’s Farewell

Max Richter - On The Nature Of Daylight

M83 - I’m Sending You Away

The Hope Arsenal - Wake Your Soul

Michael Schulte - You Said You’d Grow Old With Me

Williamette Stone - Heart Like Yours

SYML -The War

Lifehouse - Breathing

Forest Blakk - If You Love Her

Hills x Hills - You Feel Like Home

Robot Koch, Julien Marchal - Care

Keaton Henson - You

Wolf Larsen - If I Be Wrong

K. S. Rhoads - Our Corner Of The Universe

Forest Blakk - Tread Lightly

 MIKA, Jack Savoretti - Ready To Call This Love

Greg Laswell - Off I Go (2010 Mix)

Book On Tapeworm - The Brightest

Phil Wickham - It’s Always Been You

Switchfoot - This Is Home  

#me answers a thing #anon #the taking a minute fic #this is a very wilde mix because I put the playlist on shuffle while writing and just simply skip the ones that don't fit the current mood #so there is no order to the songs #(which is why I made a readthrough playlist with a specific order as well but not all of the songs made it onto that playlist xDD) #and why I also made the angsty and somber playlist too xd

[thesoulofasurvivor]

@ayakoito​ & @myriadxofxmuses​ & @strictlycanon​ asked:

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to tag 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

1. Love to Lose, Sandro Cavazza, Georgia Ku

2. Surrender, Natalie Taylor

3. Break My Heart, Dua Lipa

4. Look What You’ve Done, Zara Larsson

5. Dandelions, Ruth B. 

Thanks guys for sending this in!!! 

#`` 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 ; 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 #** 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑛 ; 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑

[jacksadventuresinwriting]

Shuffle 10 songs from your playlist.

I was tagged by @ci5mates 💜

Need The Sun To Break - James Bay

2. Sad Son (feat. Elena Coats) - We The Kings

3. Grow As We Go - Ben Platt

4. Lover (Remix) feat. Shawn Mendes - Taylor Swift

5. Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

6. Surrender - Natalie Taylor

7. I 'll Be Good - Jaymes Young

8. 18 - One Direction

9. Castle - Halsey

10. So Am I - Ava Max

Current Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1YsXXy2A2NqzGyIFhsF3WS

Tagging: @loveyourownsmiilee @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid @spotsandsocks and anyone else who wants to play

#playlist shuffle #music is so powerful

[moonlightint]

Hi for the poem thingy, angel 💜

here where the sky is falling

we let the waters rise

i’ve waited a hundred years

let’s talk about the old days

you would use your songs to say the words you couldn’t say

send me a “hi” via ask and ill shuffle my playlist and create a poem for u w the first line of the first five songs that play !

#ok i love this one #also i dont wanna spam yalls dashboards so ill be spreading them out a lil more #thank u for sending !!!!! #shuffle poem #ask game #1. homesick - dua lipa #2. surrender - natalie taylor #3. turning page - sleeping at last #4. i don’t mind - the defeater #5. you’re all i want - cigarettes after sex

[all-the-wastedwords]

I may be spending too much time on my TLOU playlists. May be.

#started crying while listening to surrender by Natalie Taylor #😭 dina baby #tlou #tlou 2

[let-them-read-fics]

Too Late To Apologize?

Requested By @rosiesandlilies​: “I was wondering if I can request a Rosé x female reader story where Rosie is an idol who also happens to be ur wife and since she and BP are taking over the world by storm, she starts to forget about you and whenever u ask her to spend a little bit of time with you, she gets upset and fights with you. You’re also an important person but you always make time for her. Can it be angsty with fluff 🥰”

Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 6,026

Warnings / Misc: -- Angst, Self Doubt, Strained Marriage / Relationship, Crying, Some Swearing, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Oooooo lord, here we go. I am feeding 👏 you 👏 all 👏 today! This one took a while to write, but I’m pretty happy with it. I wrote it all in one go, starting at like 3am (as usual lol), so forgive me if it’s a little rough. I put a lot of effort into it, though, so I hope you guys enjoy. Thank you for requesting -- Happy reading!

PS ~ I highly recommend that you listen to these songs as you read this:

You Were Good To Me -- Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler

Surrender -- Natalie Taylor

The Night We Met -- Lord Huron

I Found -- Amber Run

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Hongdae, Seoul  --  8:00 PM

“Good evening, everyone! Before I open the doors, I’d like to thank each and every one of you for taking the time out of your day to stop in. We couldn’t have done this without your support, and we’re endlessly grateful. We hope you have a wonderful experience with us tonight. Now, without further ado, welcome to La Rêverie!”

To your amusement, the sizable crowd erupts into a fit of cheers once your opening speech is over. Echoes of the joyous sounds carry across the city, wiggling their way through the alleys and streets, bouncing off of the nearby buildings. The customers slowly filter in, greeting and congratulating you on their way; you’re beyond excited to start this new journey, and seeing people so happy to be a part of it only makes you more proud.

Eventually everyone makes it inside to their seats, and you join them.

--- Later That Evening ---

“Y/N, we have a private party that would like to see you. They’re eager to meet the woman behind all of this,” Pierre smirks, quirking an eyebrow suggestively. His demeanor confuses you slightly, seeing as how this isn’t the first time high profile celebrities have requested your presence -- that’s just one of the perks of being a world renowned chef. You brush off his remark as playful banter and send him to tell them that you’ll be out soon. 

---

“...yes, actually. Y/N and I were fortunate enough to meet when she was studying in Paris; we were being trained by the same chef. We’ve been close ever since. I’m not surprised that she hired me, though; I’m practically a master in the kitchen.”

At Pierre’s cocky words, your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. A small grin plays on your lips nonetheless, and you smooth out your top one more time before rounding the corner. 

“What’s this idiot on about now? Did he tell you about the time that he nearly got kicked out of our mentorship program for giving Anthony Bourdain the wrong dish?” You ask the table, sending them a glance while ruffling his hair as you come up behind him. They all snicker at that, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes; with an annoyed shove, he scolds you for bringing that story up again.

“Must you always tell people about that?”

Your smile widens, spreading cutely across your face. Mocking him is one of your favorite things to do. “Mhm,” you say simply, nodding your head for emphasis. He attempts to hide his embarrassment, but it only brings a deeper blush to his cheeks. 

At the VIP table, the suppressed sound of laughter carries over to you, and you’re reminded of your reason for being here in the first place. Upon offering your full attention to the table now, no longer distracted by Pierre, you’re met with 4 different pairs of eyes on you. Warm, yellow light illuminates the area, the classy overhead fixture emitting a soft glow to cast down on the guests beautifully. It’s cozy and inviting, just like you had intended it to be, and the sight makes you happy.

As you quickly scan over each of the girls, your brain pieces together where you know them from.

“My oh my, it’s Blackpink themselves. To what do I owe this honor?” All of the natural charisma that you possess takes over now, doing its best to override your nerves. It’s definitely not the time to fangirl over them; you have to act cool. One by one, you shake their hands, making sure to give each of them a glimpse of your award winning smile. 

Jennie is the first to speak up. “Yourself, of course. You’re the talk of the town, Y/N, how could we miss this?” The way that she says it so casually, already skipping past the formalities, puts you at ease. 

“Ah, you’re too kind. Was your food prepared to your liking?”

A chorus of approving noises leaves the table, successfully boosting your confidence in the process. “It was truly incredible, Y/N.” Rosé gushes, her adorable accent adding something magical to the simple phrase. For the first time tonight, your mind goes blank; ever since news broke of your plans for this new restaurant, you practiced to avoid this very thing. As you stand there floundering for a beat, she takes notice of the effect that her words have on you; it doesn’t take long for her to realize how much she loves to make you blush.

“Thank you so much. We’re so glad to have you here tonight.” 

“We’re happy to be here! Rosé hasn’t stopped talking about it for the past week.” The Australian’s eyes go wide as Lisa exposes her, and she shoots the younger girl a shocked look. Lisa only smirks at this, her shoulders rising and falling in a nonchalant shrug. Jisoo nods in confirmation, adding, “Yeah, she’s been super pumped.”

On the inside, you’re freaking out. Rosé was that excited to try out your creations? There’s no logical explanation for that one. Your own surprise is evident in your voice as you respond, “Oh really now? And why’s that?”

“I-I’ve just heard a lot of great things, you know? You’re pretty talented.” She tries to sound confident, but the stutter in her voice betrays her. The tips of her ears are burning with embarrassment, and after sending her yet another smile, you decide to spare her by changing the topic. 

“Well thank you, again. It’s truly a privilege to cook for you girls.” The conversation continues from there, effortlessly moving from subject to subject, and you love how welcome they make you feel. Occasionally you excuse yourself to check on the other guests and ensure that they’re enjoying their dinner, and every time, Rosé finds herself sorely missing your presence. Despite only officially meeting tonight, she feels like she’s known you her whole life. The two of you clicked instantly, and she can’t seem to get enough of you.

After spending the better part of 2 hours chatting and getting to know one another better, you grow bold and ask the question that’s been rolling around in your head all night. 

“Would you guys like to come back to the kitchen for a bit? I could give you some tips and we could make a couple dishes, if you want.”

Rosé nearly interrupts you from how eager she is to accept the offer. The second that you’re done asking, she’s already saying yes. The others happily agree as well, and soon you’re leading them to the back to get prepped.

_________

“Just like this, everyone. Cut thinly here,” you inform, using your knife to point to the areas in question, “...then turn it and follow through with the slices. It should come out diced, like so.” The girls observed your swift motions, peeking over at the small cubes once you’re finished. Things continue on like this for a while, and soon you’re halfway done with the veggies while they’re barely done with the first part of their batches.

“Slow down, Y/N! You’re too fast for us grandmas.” Jisoo jests, her voice bouncy with amusement. 

“Okay, okay! I’ll wait, just let me know if you need help.” Your knife comes to rest against the cutting board, and you take the opportunity to lean back against the countertop to watch them work. Your eyes trail over to Rosé, only to find her already looking at you; she tenses once she realizes she’s been caught, and she returns to her previous duties. You decide to tease her.

“Everything alright, Rosé? You seem a little distracted…” She momentarily shuts her eyes at your words, trying to refocus her thoughts and collect herself. A subtle snicker from Lisa can be heard, and Rosé delivers a quick jab to her arm. The maknae lets out a little “oww” before setting her things down to rub away the newfound soreness of her arm. 

A little later, Jennie requests some assistance, prompting you to make your way over to her. The station that she’s working at just so happens to be next to Rosé’s, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t thrill you. 

“Do we peel this first or leave it on?” 

“Cut the ends first, then slice it in half and remove the outer layer.”

Under your watchful eye, she follows your instructions and is soon back on track. She thanks you, and you bring your hand up to give her a pat on the back. Although she feels childish for it, the action works to make Rosé the tiniest bit jealous; she wants your attention on her. 

The blonde clears her throat before speaking up. “Y/N, I need a little help, too.” Your heart jumps at her words, and you fight hard to keep yourself in check as you spin around to face her.

“Of course, Rosé.” She sighs at the way her name rolls off your tongue, and she’s completely convinced that you’ve secretly put her under some type of spell. Her thoughts of you and your mysterious ways are interrupted when you come to stand next to her, your hip lightly brushing against hers. 

“Oh, well there’s your problem: you’re holding the knife wrong. Here,” you start, reaching out to reposition her hand in a better spot. Now she’ll be able to control it better, and she won’t run the risk of cutting herself.

“Better?” You ask innocently, missing the way that she bites her lip. The close proximity of your bodies is making her head spin, and she can’t decide if she wants you to stay or go. “Yes, thank you.” She looks like she wants to say something else, but she doesn’t, so you take that as your cue to go check on the other girls. Rosé silently curses herself for missing that golden opportunity to flirt with you, but she takes solace in the fact that she catches you stealing glances her way fairly often. You feel the connection too, and she’s pleased with that -- maybe she was doing something right after all.

The next stint of the night is spent preparing and cooking the dishes you promised them while trading jokes, banter, and teasing remarks. A mini food fight also took place, but for the sake of professionalism you won’t mention that. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.

---- 

“Goodnight girls. I hope you come by again sometime soon!” 

They all assure you that they’ll be back before you know it, and you believe them. After all, they gobbled those dishes down like they hadn’t eaten in days -- it’s safe to say that they enjoyed them.

Rosé lingers in the doorway, eyeing you as you work to clean off the counter. She doesn’t want to go; she’s loved getting to hang out with you. Contemplating her options, she decides to be brave; she tells the girls to go on ahead, that she’ll be there in a minute. 

“Rosé, did you forget something?” You ask, looking up at her as you reach forward to wipe any remaining debris off the sleek surface.

“Yeah, your number.” Somehow, she possesses all the confidence in the world now, her new demeanor completely opposite to its previously shy counterpart. 

You tilt your head at her, a dumbfounded smile parting your lips ever so slightly. “Bold, are we? Alright, I’ll bite.” You say, holding a hand out for her to give you her phone. Her eyes widen a bit -- was she not expecting you to say yes? There’s no way you could turn down a chance like this. She fumbles around in her bag until the smooth screen of her phone comes into contact with her fingers, letting her know she’s found it.

“Here you go,” she chuckles cutely, an adorable little pattern of blush rising to her cheeks again. 

After entering your number, making sure to save the contact and even take a goofy picture of yourself for it, you give it back to her. “Call me anytime, love.” Her smile spreads even farther at the pet name, and she ducks her head to hide her reddening cheeks.

As she slowly approaches the door, walking backwards, she says, “I will… love,” offering you a little awkward salute at the end of it. You giggle at her antics, and soon bid her goodnight. 

No more than 5 minutes later, your phone dings as it displays a notification from an unknown number. 

“I’m usually not that awkward 🤦‍♀️ pretty girls just make me nervous.” The message makes your heart flutter, and you quickly save her number to your contacts. 

“Really? We have yet another thing in common, then.” 

The girls watch as Rosé does a little victory dance in her seat, her movements a bit limited by the belt stretched across her body. She’s practically glowing with excitement, her fingers already firing off another reply.

________

3 Years Later -- Rome, Italy

Upon seeing Rosé saunter down the aisle, your emotions get the jump on you; before you can stop them, tears flow freely down your face, and you bring a hand up to your mouth to quiet yourself. She looks bruisingly beautiful: the natural curves of her body are accentuated by the silky material of her dress, and her shoulders are covered in lace. An angel cast down from the heavens above. 

She smiles at the audience that’s filled with your close friends and family, offering little greetings as she passes them. Once she and her father make it to the altar, he pulls you in for a big hug, a few tears escaping his eyes. After he takes a step back, he looks between the two of you with pure pride on his face, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

The song ends, signalling for the two of you to join hands and face each other, and he returns to his seat. 

“We’re gathered here today to celebrate the joyous union of Y/N L/N and Roseanne Park. Two souls destined to find their way to one another, travelling millions of miles in the process. We come together to revel in this fact and send them into their new life together with all of our support.” The officiator says into the microphone, smiling at the two of you. You can tell he loves his job, and he’s damn good at it. 

Rosé’s grip on your hand tightens as she tries to contain her tears, but you’re quick to assure her that it’s alright. “You can cry, baby.” At your words, her lip is released from between her teeth, and her tears begin to flow. You wipe them away, stepping closer to rest your forehead against hers. 

The ceremony continues on and the two of you recite the personal vows you wrote. Somehow, unbeknownst to you, there doesn’t seem to be a limit to how much you can cry in one sitting. Rosé is having the same problem, seeing as how her makeup is smudging some as the tears wash the substances away. You don’t care though, and you make it a point to remind her of that; she’s never looked more beautiful to you.

“I do.” You choke out, beaming at her as you run your thumb across her knuckles.

“I do.” She responds, impatiently bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waits for those final words from the officiator. 

“You may now kiss the bride.” 

Her lips are on yours before he even finishes the phrase, her hand resting on the back of your neck as she pulls you in closer. Your lips move with hers in perfect time, working to seal your union in the best way possible. “I love you, forever,” she whispers against your lips. 

____

Present Day, 1:17 AM

In order to spare you from the overwhelming sadness that you’re being subjected to now, your brain takes you back to those happy times from the past. When Rosé still made time for you; when she loved you. 

Even though you hate it, you still find her in everything. The bright sunshine of the early morning reminds you of all the times she would wake you up with kisses, holding you close. The songbirds outside of your window bring to mind when you’d come home to find her at the piano, alternating between striking the keys and strumming her guitar as her beautiful voice carried out across the house. 

You miss that Rosé, so, so much. The Rosé that would call you in between sessions at the studio, if only for 5 minutes. The Rosé that longed to hear your voice after a long day; who fell into your arms the second that she shuffled through the door after practice. 

As time has passed, though, she’s seemed to fade more and more from your life; missed calls and texts have become a given, and it takes everything in you to mask your sorrow. Anyone who knows you well at all can easily see through the facade: you’re now a shell of who you once were, your normally vibrant and cheery self gone. You attempt to hide your sadness behind a smile, but it never really works out; your eyes don’t shine like they used to, and your lips don’t quite tweak up at the corners in the special way they had before. 

But you’re getting ahead of yourself again. Your reason for crying tonight is simple: for the hundredth time this month, she’s cancelled your date night plans, opting to spend the time working instead. The argument that the two of you had earlier replays in your mind:

"I don't have a choice."

Except, she did. She could choose you, choose to take a break, if only for the evening. You never ask too much of her, knowing that she can't handle even more stress competing with what she already has from the company and media. Being an idol is hard enough, and you know you can never fully wrap your head around everything that's expected of her.

Though, that makes this all the more ridiculous. All you've asked for is a couple hours of her time -- for her to relax with you and get away from it all. Earlier that day you had gone to the store and picked up all the necessary materials to treat her to a little spa day, complete with bath and body oils, face masks, and even some bath bombs. 

"Asking my wife to spend an evening with me is not unreasonable, Rosé."

"I'm not having this argument again, Y/N. I get enough shit from everyone else; I don't need any extra from you."

Maybe it was something in how she said it, so final and hateful, her face coming to rest in a scowl. Her arms were crossed as she stood in front of you, and you could see the muscles in her jaw clench and release repeatedly. In some twisted way, part of you was glad to have this encounter; it hurt like hell, but at least she was paying attention to you. She hadn't looked at you for this long in a while.

Before you can even get another word out, she sighs, saying, "I don't have time for this. I have to go back to the studio." 

Just as she turns to go, you catch her wrist. With a slightly annoyed look, she turns to face you.

"If you walk out that door then I'm leaving; at least for the night. We need to talk about this, but if you don't care enough to even give me that, then…" you trail off, tilting your head slightly. You want her to apologize, to say how wrong she's been for doing all of this to you -- but she doesn't. Her expression is tired, irritation written plainly for you to see. She pulls her arm away, offering a petty, "Oh well," with a shrug before exiting the house. 

How could she be so cold? Maybe that's what hurt the most. Seeing the love of your life turn into someone completely different than who you fell for stung more than any argument ever could. The reality is that she's not the same person anymore. Accepting that would be half of the battle in and of itself. 

Your heart is betraying itself, stuck in a sticky situation: you're constantly struggling between your love for her and the respect you hold for yourself. Half of you wants to stay, to make her listen and fight for this; but the other half of you, perhaps the more rational side, knows that that won't work now. You've tried that already, you reason with yourself, racking your brain for any new way to get through to her. 

Sometimes it's like she forgets all of the sacrifices you make for the relationship. Despite having your own busy schedule to deal with, you always make time for her. So why could she never do the same for you?

It's obvious that in its current state, this relationship is only wrecking your mental health -- a testament to that is every night you've spent lying awake, sobbing into your pillow as your list of insecurities grows longer and longer. She used to be the person you'd run to when negative thoughts plagued your mind, her sweet words of love showing how much she valued you. But all of that's gone now, leaving you with a shattered heart and racing mind. When had you stopped being enough?

~~~~~~~

It’s late, well past 4AM when Rosé manages to make it home. Practice absolutely wrecked her today, leaving her body exhausted from dancing and throat sore from all the singing she had to do. She’s more than ready to collapse into bed and pass out. 

One thing that always stayed the same was your sleeping arrangement. No matter how much Rosé hurt you, you still slept in the same bed. Her subconscious was always kinder to you than she was, anyway; the two of you would cuddle in close like before, her arms wrapped around you as she slept peacefully. No arguments or yelling, you could always count on the nights to heal your heart a little bit. 

As she enters the empty bedroom, the memory of your argument from earlier that day comes flooding back. She remembers that you said you were leaving, but part of her didn't fully believe you. She should've known better -- you always keep your word. Guilt washes over her, and she gently taps her head against the wall as a sort of self-punishment for her previous actions. Why did she say that to you? The hurt look in your eyes broke her heart, but she couldn’t afford to skip practice, especially with the comeback quickly approaching. In retrospect, she should’ve just told you that she didn’t feel prepared, and that’s why this practice had been so important. Even though she doesn’t show it, you still mean the world to her. She just so happens to be her own worst enemy. 

With a heavy sigh, she makes her way to the bathroom; there she finds a cute little basket of goodies next to the tub, and a note on the counter of the sink. She approaches the basket first, quickly discovering that it holds some of her favorite self-care items from the local store. Yet again, a deep pang of guilt courses through her upon realizing that you had prepared that for her. Defeated, she picks up the note. 

Roseanne,

If you’re reading this, then I’ve already left. I don’t want you to worry, if you even still care enough to do that, so I decided to leave this letter for you. I’ll be staying with my friend for the next while. I don’t know how long, but that depends entirely on you. I’ve tried to communicate with you, but we’re getting nowhere; we both know it. We’re not who we used to be, Rosé, and I hate that. I want us to be happy again, but it seems that I can’t do that for you. If you want to end things, let me know. 

- Y/N

Rosé’s heart is breaking, splintering into a million different pieces and leaving her with no possible way to collect them all. How had she so royally fucked this up? She only has herself to blame, and she knows that; she can’t believe that she let things get like this. She had been so blinded by the stress that she lost sight of the most important thing in her life: you. It’s slowly sinking in that she very well might lose you for good this time, and she doesn’t know how to cope with that. She can survive without her career, but she knows she can’t go on without you.

-----  La Rêverie, 2 Weeks Later -----

She only intended to walk by -- to see if you were there and safe. But as she gazes through the windows, peeking into the place that houses so many of her dearest memories, she’s transfixed. Her eyes land on you, finding you hard at work in the kitchen. It’s always been where you go when you’re stressed or upset about something -- two things that Rosé knows she’s the cause of.

You’re in your element, face donning a look of pure concentration as you prepare what she assumes is a new dish. Your hair’s in a bun, a few strands coming down to fall around your face as you move about. Gravity takes its time in gently coaxing them out of the tie's hold, and Rosé’s breath hitches at how beautiful you look; it’s as if she’s falling for you all over again. She’s always admired your skills, but they hold a whole new meaning now, an unspoken tension in every movement you make. 

How had she been so selfish? You had been there for her all along, waiting patiently for the day that she would come to her senses. You would always have dinner ready -- usually one of her favorites, hoping that would spark something again -- but she always brushed you off. She never stayed long enough to see the crushed look on your face, or how the pain was becoming clearer and clearer by the day. She realizes now just how much of a toll her actions have taken on the both of you; you're still just as breathtaking as ever to her, but that special sparkle in your eye has long been eclipsed by something more dull. You're tired of being let down repeatedly, stuck in a constant loop of excuses and avoidance, and Rosé can't blame you for a second.  

The time apart hasn't been kind to her at all; there hasn't been a single day that's gone by where you haven't consumed her thoughts. She misses you so badly it hurts, and even now, despite being so close to you, separated only by the walls of the restaurant, you've never been further away. 

The distant sound of a car alarm cuts through the silence, simultaneously scaring her and drawing your attention. Before you can spot her, she ducks down; there’s no way that she can face you yet. Taking this as a sign, she decides to leave.

She’s spent the past 2 weeks attempting to spare you by not coming around; she thinks you need time away from her to deal with everything she’s put you through, and she doesn’t want to upset you anymore than she already has. Ever-torn, part of you is glad that she’s stayed away; however, another part of you just wants to see her again. You miss the nights more than you thought you would. 

--- A Few Days Later ---

Steady sheets of rain pound harshly against the window, vibrating the latches with each gust of wind. Times like these are always the worst, especially when you don’t have Rosé to calm you down. Violent thunderstorms never fail to frighten you, and this one in particular seems like it’ll be the worst one of the season. Swiftly padding over to the window, you sneak a quick peek outside, only to find the branches of the large oak tree that occupies the yard swaying in the wind with reckless abandon. The sight terrifies you, but you do your best to keep yourself from panicking, even having to do some breathing exercises. Your friend can sleep through anything, and you know she needs the rest; so, you stay in the spare bedroom that she’s so graciously allowing you to reside in, and lie awake. 

Across the city, Rosé is tossing and turning. The storm hasn’t fully reached its peak there yet, but she knows how worried you must be. Tears spring to her eyes at the thought of you huddled up under the covers, body trembling in fear as the storm rages on. The deep-rooted shame that she’s grown so accustomed to since you left plagues her conscience, making her even more disgusted with herself. 

After turning over yet again, her eyes land on the picture she has of the two of you propped up on the nightstand. It was taken on your wedding day, that stunning view of the venue paling in comparison to your beauty. A sense of determination washes over her -- determination to make you that happy again someday, in whatever way she can -- and she gets out of bed to collect a few materials. She’ll do whatever it takes.

----

The sound of a car door slamming perks your ears up, and your curiosity gets the better of you. Quickly pulling the curtain back, you’re beyond shocked to see Rosé out there, holding something in her hand. Just as you lean in closer to the window to try and see what it is, her caller ID pops up on your phone. 

“Come downstairs, please.” 

Even with the vast array of emotions coursing through you at the moment, you’re only focused on getting her inside and out of harm’s way. 

You nearly knock the door off its hinges with how quickly you snap it open. To your surprise, she’s still standing by her car, but now you can see what she was holding before; a white sign with black writing on it. The words are barely legible with how much it's raining, the dye of the marker horribly smudged, but you can make out: “I’m sorry! I’m an idiot.” It’s like something out of romantic drama.

Before you can even comment on everything that’s happening, Rosé begins the speech that she’s been trying to piece together ever since you left. 

She has to raise her voice so you can hear her over the storm. You wonder why she doesn’t just come in, but you think that maybe she’s doing it to show you that she’s willing to punish herself by standing out in the elements. “No words that I say will ever be able to fix the pain that my actions caused. You don’t deserve any of the shit I put you through, and I hate myself for being such a coward. I was too immature to look past my own struggles and just talk to you about them.” 

Now, she takes a few cautious steps towards the front door, testing the waters as she scans your face to gauge how you’re feeling. “I guess I just thought I could deal with it like I always do. But losing you showed me how wrong I was; I love you so much, Y/N. I don’t want to end things; I’ll never want that. You’re my world, baby; I’m so sorry that it took me this long to see what was right in front of me.” 

How are you to respond to that? Can you trust her? She looks more sincere in this moment than she has in a long time, and that puts you a little more at ease. Her eyes are begging -- pleading -- with you to believe her, and after a moment you step to the side, wordlessly telling her to come in. You don’t even realize that you’re crying until a few stray tears drip onto your shirt, leaving little marks in their wake. She has to restrain herself from reaching out and wiping them away; she has no idea when -- or if -- you’ll be able to forgive her. 

Soft pitter-patter of the water running off of her coat echoes lightly across the foyer, serving as white noise for the conversation you’re having. Her sniffles work in tandem with it, and she bites back her sobs in order to get the words out. 

“I know this won’t be fixed overnight, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me. I won’t blame you for a second if you can’t forgive me, either. I just couldn’t let you get away without a fight.”

With each new fresh batch of tears that settle in your eyes, you have to work twice as hard to blink them away. “I-I don’t know what to say, Rose. You’re the only person in this world capable of hurting me that badly, because you mean more to me than anyone else. But I never thought you’d treat me like that. Do you know how many times I doubted myself, thinking I did something wrong?” Your tone is bitter now, voice conveying the pain from those months of anguish that you had to endure, and Rosé hangs her head. 

“I know that now, Y/N, and I know that I can never take it back. But God, how I wish I could. I’d do anything in my power to take that pain away. It was never your fault; none of it was.”

You know she’s being honest. After seeing the opposite for so long, it’s easy to spot when she’s telling the truth. You nod a couple times, deciding to pull her in for a long-overdue hug. She’s motionless at first, not quite knowing if you want her to return it or not, but the second that you quietly say, “Hold me, Rosé,” she’s scooping you up in her arms like her life depends on it. Her head rests in the crook of your neck, and the two of you cry together, letting all of the pent up frustration and sadness leave your bodies. 

After standing there, embracing one another for who knows how long, she pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. Her gaze subtly falls to your lips, but you don’t fail to notice. “Can I?” She asks gently, raising her eyes back up to yours. “Yes.” You utter, nearly swooning as her soft lips brush against your own. You’ve missed them. 

Her chilled hands cup your cheeks with purpose, and you can feel water running off the ends of her hair and onto your chest.

She kisses you in such a poetic way: softly, as if you might break at any moment, but urgently, like a lost soldier finally returning to the arms of their lover. She wants to make you feel how sorry she is, how much she loves you, and this seems like the perfect place to start.

“I love you, jerk,” you say through your tears, brushing your thumb along her cheek as you look into her eyes.

“And I love you, angel.” She picks you up, spinning you around a couple of times before setting you back down on your feet. 

After a moment, you glace at the window. “Shhhh, wait. Do you hear that?”

She cocks her head to the side as she listens closely for any potential noise that you might be talking about, but she hears nothing. “No? I don’t hear anything…” 

“Exactly; the rain stopped.”

“Huh. I guess it did its job, then.” She smiles, silently thanking the universe for working in its wonderful ways. It brought the two of you back to one another, and neither of you can contain your happiness. Maybe you don’t hate storms as much after all...

#rosé #roseanne park #park chaeyoung #blackpink #blackpink x reader #blackpink imagines #blackpink oneshots #blackpink scenarios #rosé x fem reader #rosé x reader #rosé imagine #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop girl group #let-them-read-fics #blackpink angst #blackpink fluff #jennie kim #kim jisoo #lisa manoban

[cowabunga-doll]

💙🥀Leo x Aliyah Music Playlist 🥀💙

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Superchick - Hold

Julia Michaels - Issues

Annapantsu - I Won't Say I’m in Love

RUELLE - War Of Hearts

Fireflight - Prove Me Wrong

Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are

Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud

Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams

Zack Efron and Zendeya - Rewrite The Stars

Sofia Carson - Love Is The Name

P!nk - What About Us?

James Arthur - Say You Won’t Let Go

Duncan Laurence feat. FLETCHER - Arcade

Michele Morrone - Hard For Me

Jaymes Young - What is Love?

Digital Daggers - Still Here

Natalie Taylor - Surrender

Demi Lovato - Heart Attack

Ellie Goulding - Burn

Christina Perri feat. Steve Kazee - A Thousand Years

(P.S: For those who asked, yes I did the aesthetic.. It took me a lot of work doing it but it was worth it. Thank you PicsArt and Pinterest for existing)

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles out of the shadows #teenage mutant ninja turtles: out of the shadows #tmnt out of the shadows #tmnt oots #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #bayverse #tmnt movie #tmnt fandom #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #leonardo #leo #tmnt x oc #tmnt oc #aliyah rose #tmnt aesthetic #aesthetic #music playlist #moodboard #leo&aliyah

[trans4rctic]

late nights ; bts

a/n: this was inspired by the beautiful who people who make "falling in love with [insert idol here]" and other such playlists that gave me the courage to do this. these are all songs from my playlist (yes really, issa mess) and i hope you like the combos i formed. i'll probably add more songs as time goes on but for now these are the choseon ones.

these are all in spotify so if you want me to make a youtube music version, i'll be glad to <3

enjoy ¡!

seokjin ♡

how to get physical ; magdalena bay

angel ; onlyoneof

lost in translation ; the neighbourhood

n°1 loves you ; phangs

gold rush ; taylor swift

can i call you tonight? ; dayglow

love my way ; the psychadelic furs

a certain romance ; arctic monkeys

aka... what a life! ; noel gallagher's high flying birds

thoughts from your car ; nodisco

nobody gets me (like you) ; wallows

into my arms ; coin

suburban wonderland ; between friends

don't panic ; coldplay

undisclosed desires ; muse

sunflower vol. 6 ; harry styles

helium ; glass animals

505 ; arctic monkeys

jungle ; cix

when it breaks ; inhaler

dionne ; the japanese house

goodnight n go ; ariana grande

if you want to ; beabadoobee

i think there's something you should know ; the 1975

butterflies ; fiji blue

playlist available here

yoongi ♡

mr disco ; new order

4ever ; clairo

love talk ; jus2

myth ; beach house

let there be love ; oasis

is it real? ; strange talk

comeback ; carly rae jepsen

eternal summer ; the strokes

evermore ; taylor swift

4u ; blackbear

daydreams ; easy llife

talk ; coldplay

like a friend ; pulp

robbers ; the 1975

first love / late spring ; mitski

golden skans ; klaxons

rome ; phoenix

sit next to me ; foster the people

greek tragedy ; the wombats

7 ; catfish and the bottlemen

single ; the neighbourhood

black celebration ; depeche mode

scar tissue ; red hot chili peppers

tranz ; gorillaz

bleach ; brockhampton

playlist available here

hoseok ♡

the rhythm of night ; vinyl theatre

stranger things ; kygo

good grief ; bastille

in dreams ; empress of

iloveyou ; between friends

summer love ; trevor something

dancing with our hands tied ; taylor swift

bite ; troye sivan

kiss me, kill me ; la bouquet

pools ; glass animals

avalanche ; walk the moon

alive ; xylo

must be a dream ; tempesst

landslide ; fleetwood mac

starry night ; mamamoo

surrender ; walk the moon

yea, babe, no way ; lany

without you ; oh wonder

i only wanna talk to you ; the maine

new romantics ; taylor swift

heart out ; the 1975

treat me like a lover ; will joseph cook

let's get lost ; carly rae jepsen

static space lover ; foster the people

youuu ; coin

playlist available here

namjoon ♡

if you're too shy let me know ; the 1975

cornerstore ; arctic monkeys

bloom later ; jesse

alone with you ; kito

the greatest ; lana del rey

believe me natalie ; the killers

false god ; taylor swift

life is simple in the moonlight ; the strokes

kyoto ; phoebe bridgers

east of eden ; zella day

clocks ; coldplay

imagination ; foster the people

lovers rock ; tv girl

ava adore ; smashing pumpkins

after midnight ; wayv

lovesong ; the cure

scary love ; the neighbourhood

cherry ; lana del rey

bbblue ; olivver the kid

III ; foster the people

meet me in the hallway ; harry styles

i love you so ; the walters

fourth of july ; sufjan stevens

one more love song ; mac demarco

mirrorball ; taylor swift

playlist available here

jimin ♡

this must be my dream ; the 1975

human ; the killers

midnight ; fickle friends

a little longer ; lauren presley

light ; ateez

be the one ; dua lipa

flowers ; the neighbourhood

what you wanted ; onerepublic

coachella ; lovelytheband

superstar ; said the sky

i think i'm in love? ; phangs

baby came home 2 / valentines ; the neighbourhood

long story short ; taylor swift

let me love you like a woman ; lana del rey

number 1 ; loona

love like you care ; perlo

10k summer nights ; eighty ninety

little league ; conan gray

moonlight in my bedrom ; nodisco

montage ; bares

love again ; gregory dillon

gamebody ; hbd

daphne blue (acoustic) ; the band camino

stayway ; muna

me & you together song ; the 1975

playlist available here

taehyung ♡

alone with you ; gregory dillon

love maze ; bts

honey + tea ; mozi

medicine ; the 1975

territory ; waterparks

love lockdown ; glass animals

ribs ; lorde

softly ; clairo

lights up ; harry styles

treat her better ; mac demarco

asleep ; the smiths

i would do anything for you ; foster the people

love is a laserquest ; arctic monkeys

august ; taylor swift

4 am ; olivver the kid

when the party's over ; billie eilish

skylines ; glades

poet ; bastille

fuck it i love you ; lana del rey

strawberries & cigarrettes ; troye sivan

butterfly ; bts

talk to me ; cavetown

daylight ; taylor swift

truce ; twenty one pilots

slow dancing in the dark ; joji

playlist available here

jungkook ♡

i wanna be yours ; arctic monkeys

matter ; shallows

sad people dancing ; la bouquet

venice ; magdalena bay

hide & seek ; loona

rainy days in la ; adam&steve

ink ; coldplay

perfect ; public

drive all night ; joan

the birthday party ; the 1975

remember when ; wallows

peach pit ; peach pit

a kiss ; the driver era

stargazing ; the neighbourhood

the truth untold ; bts

2 hold u ; clairo

happiness ; rex orange county

feb 14 ; cavetown

glass in the park ; alex turner

stay ; post malone

lover of mine ; 5 seconds of summer

smithereens ; twenty one pilots

exist for love ; aurora

you are in love ; taylor swift

old eden ; honeywater

playlist available here

#bts playlists #bts playlist #bts #jungkook playlist #taehyung playlist #hoseok playlist #namjoon playlist #jimin playlist #yoongi playlist #seokjin playlist #bts imagines #bts preferences #bts reactions #bts scenarios #playlist #spotify

[raayllum]

favourite rayllum songs

without you by parachute (peak s1; verse 1 is callum pov, 2nd verse is rayla’s)

surrender by natalie taylor (s1 and s3 in particular, encompasses all the vibes)

sucker by the jonas brothers (mostly pining rayla song, nice 1x03 references aka “say the word and i’ll go anywhere blindly”)

where do you run by the score (pining callum song, particularly for s2 and s3 but first verse is very s1)

i was an island by john allision-weiss (perfect pining rayla song particularly for s1)

i will always be yours by ben rector (was made for pining callum pov like honestly; “i’ve been the prince, i’ve been the pauper”)

cruel summer by taylor swift (s2 pining rayla pov)

don’t take the money by the bleachers (s1+s2, callum pov)

still falling for you by ellie goulding (s1-s3 mutual perfection with nice lyrical references, let’s go)

lightning by alex goot (pining callum song for s2 and s3 with special shout out to 2x04)

i think i’m in love by kat dahlia (perfect pining rayla song particularly for the chorus and some of the verses)

protector by city wolf (mutual, s1-s3)

let me down slowly by alec benjamin (for s1 and early s2 in particular, mostly callum pov; possible post ttm revival?)

ghost by jacob lee (sadder song for 3x03 callum pov, nice spades of love and compassion for rayla)

emerald eyes by anson seabra (pining rayla song for obvious reasons)

high above the ground by daughtry (s3 in particular, super sweet song with perhaps a tiny bit more of a callum pov slant but honestly really works for both)

kiss you by one direction (s3 pining callum song, it’s a bop, leave me alone)

don’t deserve you by plumb (screams rayla pov for every season perfectly honestly, definitely post ttm vibes)

long live by taylor swift (mutual s1-s3 vibes, the bridge gets surprisingly emotional with show context)

save me by noah kahan (for that sweet mix of supreme self loathing rayla and compassionate callum, rayla pov esp in s3 and 3x04 & 3x08)

can’t fight this feeling anymore by bastille (a cover, one of the ultimate pining callum songs, makes me cry, reigns s3 supreme)

ordinary day by vanessa carlton (an old bop for pining rayla pov)

when i’m with you by ben rector (s1-s3 feel good song with a really sweet message, verse 1 for rayla pov and verse 2 for callum pov)

take on the world by you me at six (again with the 1x03 references, mutual pov, perfect for them)

peace by taylor swift (the rayla ttm pov vibes this has?? truly indescribable)

risk it all by the vamps (an incredibly sweet and fun pining callum song)

i swear i’ll never leave again by keshi (another rayla song, shout out to s3 and post ttm)

rewrite the stars from the greatest showman (self explanatory masterpiece)

#rayllum #music #mine

[fangirlstarot]

THE HANGED MAN: THE PLAYLIST Perspective. Sacrifice. Surrender.

1. Waiting On The World To Change - John Mayer 2. Let It Go - Voltaire 3. Sweet Surrender - Sarah McLachlan 4. It's Not Up To You - Bjork 5. Suspended - Matt Nathanson 6. A New Way - morgxn 7. Surrender - Natalie Taylor 8. New Perspective - Panic! At The Disco 9. Waiting For The Right Time - Karen Atkins 10. Can't Hurry Love - The Supremes 11. Pause - Plain White T's 12. I Shall Be Released - The Band 13. Suspended - Kelis 14. Let It Be - Beatles 15. Waiting - Caslow feat. Kaylie Foster 16. Retreat - Crumb 17. Perspective - Bailey Bryan 18. Breathe - Jonny Diaz 19. I Surrender All - Clay Crosse 20. The Hanged Man - Moonspell

#the hanged man #tarot #tarot cards #tarot reading #playlist #music #John Mayer #Voltaire #Sarah McLachlan #Bjork #Matt Nathanson #Panic! At The Disco #The Supremes #Plain White T's #The Band #Kelis #Beatles #Jonny Diaz

[youralternantpersonality]

Surrender

Paul x Reader short story with the song “Surrender” by Natalie Taylor

Y/n = your name, Y/l/n = your last name, y/h/(t)(c) = your hair (type) (color),  y/e/c = your eye color

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“You can’t hide from her forever Paul. It will consume you. You can’t stay away from her, no matter how hard you try.” Sam said to Paul in front of the whole pack. They all found out the infamous Paul Lahote just imprinted on a girl from Forks. Jake brought her and Bella by one day and Paul just happened to leave Billy’s when he saw her.

“Fuck you, Sam! Just watch. I won’t end up like you and stay trapped in something as sad as imprinting.” Paul argued back. Sam took no offense to it. He knew, just like everyone else, that Paul was going to cave, and they’ll be there to help him through it. So, no one stopped him when he ran and shifted towards the woods.

We let the waters rise We drifted to survive I needed you to stay But I let you drift away My love, where are you? My love, where are you?

Paul ended up at Y/n house in Forks. He wasn’t sure how he knew where she lived but while hiding, he saw her in the kitchen making food for herself and her family with her grandmother. He couldn’t help but watch the y/h/c y/h/t imprint of his laugh and help her grandmother. In his wolf form, he laughed to himself imagining him with them. It was something he craved since childhood. Never receiving that type of love and affection before made him wonder for a second if he’d receive the same thing if he gave in.

But it was only for a second. He shook the thought, growled, and backed away. It was almost like she knew someone was watching her, did she look out the window, unknowing to her, and looked at him straight in the eyes. She knew she was looking at something—it didn’t scare her—but she couldn’t tell what it was. She turned her attention back to her grandmother and put whatever it was in the back of her head. Paul took his chance to leave and go elsewhere. Anywhere away from her.

Whenever you’re ready (Whenever you’re ready) Whenever you’re ready (Whenever you’re ready) Can we, can we surrender Can we, can we surrender I surrender

Weeks had passed, Jacob had fully shifted and abandoned Bella and Y/n. At this point, Paul was out of control. He snapped at everything. If you looked at him too long, if you sneezed too hard if a cat meowed. He would snap. Sam had, had enough of his bullshit. He pulled him to the side to talk to him.

“Damnit Paul stop this shit! Just go to her! Talk to her! No one said you had to be more than friends.” That just pissed him off more. The thought of not being Y/n anything more than friends pissed him off. But being with you did too.

“Why? So, I can be some love-sick puppy?! Fuck that!” He spat.

“It's better than damn nearly killing everyone! Look around Paul! Look at what is the consequences of your action. Without her, you’re not yourself! We all can see it!” Sam looked defeated. “You’re better than this Paul. You said you want to work on your anger, watch what happens when you are near her. You’ll be better in an instant. I can guarantee you that.” He said softly to the hot-headed wolf.

“I’m not a child Sam.” He backed away, “so don’t fucking treat me like one. I can fix my temper on my own. Watch me!” Sam knew what he had to do at that moment when Paul ran. He couldn’t allow this to keep happening.

No one will win this time I just want you back I’m running to your side Flying my white flag, my white flag My love, where are you? My love, where are you?

“Thank you for doing this Y/n. You have no idea how much this will help the boys and their grades.” Y/n smiled at Emily.

“It’s no problem. I’m pretty good at history and English, and I know if Bella would have come, she’d help with the math and science.” You told her, driving in her car to her house. “although, I don’t think Jake would pay mind if she was there.” Y/n gave Emily a knowing look. You both laughed and continued talking along the way.

You were emptying your stuff when you heard Sam and who you knew was Paul. You didn’t see him much when you were in the area with Jake and Bella. But when you did, your heart would skip a beat. You didn’t know what it was about this man, but you could do nothing but think about him. It was the main reason you’d take trips up to the beach by yourself. You did it to get away but also to catch a glimpse of him. But every time you came by, he’d rush to leave. Which left you confused as to why you were tutoring the guys and not someone else.

“Sam, it wasn’t my fault that Embry ran into that tree-” Paul stopped mid-sentence at the sound of your laughter and your fragrance. Pomegranate Mango bath wash with a citrus perfume. Before he could react, Emily spoke.

“Paul! Did you push Embry into a tree, again?” Emily said, scowling at him playfully. Y/n just smiled at her and looked up at Paul. Eyes connecting, stomach flipping, and hearts skipping a beat. All issues and situations, anger and hostilities, sadness, and depression, washed away from him.

“Hey, Paul.” Y/n gave a slight wave and smile. It was then, that Paul surrendered to her. Imprint or not, he wanted her near. For now, and forevermore. He would protect her, even if it killed him.

Whenever you're ready (Whenever you're ready) Whenever you're ready (Whenever you're ready) Can we, can we, surrender Can we, can we, surrender I surrender Oh, I surrender

Paul thinks back on that day and is constantly thankful for what they did. Now he’s watching his beautiful wife rock their third child to sleep. Flora Rylie Lahote was a small little thing. She was a known daddies’ little girl. The only reason she was in Y/n arms was the sole purpose of feeding. Otherwise, she’d be in her father’s arms.

Y/n turns around to notice her husband watching her. She smiles at him and he walks up to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her softly on her forehead.

“Whatcha’ thinking about babe?” She asks softly, trying to not wake up baby Flora.

“Nothing. Just admiring my beautiful wife.” She smiles and rolls her eyes but says nothing.

“You know, we should try for baby number four,” Paul says, Y/n looks up at him and side-eyes him.

“How about no. I think a family of five will suffice.”

“But I thought you hated odd numbers.”

“I also hate olives, but I ain’t trying to eat them, now am I?”

“That doesn’t make any sense…. How did you correlate having a child to make an even number family, to olives?”

“Let’s not worry about that, shall we?” Flora starts to stir at the sound of people talking.

“Well, it looks like daddy is needed.”

“By who? You or Flora?” Saying with a cheeky smile.

“Highly inappropriate. But to answer, both.” Y/n says handing baby Flora over to Paul.

2 years later

“DAMNIT PAUL!” a choir of “oooh’s” echo through by everyone in Emily’s house from the front door.

“Daddy’s in trouble,” Flora says. Little Paul and Pax grab Flora to get out of their moms’ way. Knowing that their mother just might kill him.

“I didn’t do it, I swear!” The pack watching quietly on the side. Embry, coincidentally grabbing popcorn, watching the show of the year goes down.

“Oh, I’m about 100% sure you did.” In comes Y/n with something in her hand. She throws it at Paul’s head, and it bounces off his large head and onto the floor.

“Ouch!”

“Oh, shut up, that didn’t hurt! What will hurt is me castrating you!” All the guys grabbed themselves at the tone of her voice. You can see the girls in the background holding in their laughter.

“What’s cas-wanting?” Flora says.

“It’s where daddy is in trouble,” Leah says. Flora just laughs and Paul looks hurt at his daughter's betrayal.

“Just tell me what’s wrong babe.”

“Look at the damn evidence Paul Lahote.” Y/n says fuming. He reaches down to grab the object. Noticing instantly what it was and what as on it.

It was a pregnancy test…with two lines. She was pregnant. They were pregnant. He starts smiling looking up at her.

“Oh, don’t you DARE start smiling! We said no more!”

“Technically, you said no more, I said one more.” I choir of “fuck” and “dumbass” was heard throughout the room.

“You’re getting a vasectomy.”

“Ha! Paul’s getting neutered! OUCH! KIM! What was that for?”

“Keep it up, and you’re next.”

“Baby lets be reasonable about this. It’s the Universe saying we are great parents and we needed just one more kid.”

“After this, no more. I’m serious, I’ve already made an appointment for your vasectomy. End of discussion.”

“Come on babe!”

“What’s a vac-test-amy?” Oh, Flora… why must you be so cute?  

Masterlist

#paullahote #paullahotexreader #paul lahote twilight #paul lahote x reader #paullahotetwilight #paul lahote #twilight #twilightsaga #twilightwolfpack #vasec #midnightsun #midnight sun #new moon #newmoon #eclipse #breaking dawn #breakingdawn #breakingdawnpartone #BreakingDawnPart2 #breakingdawnpart1 #Bella Swan #bella cullen #bellaswan #bellacullen #edward cullen #edwardcullen

[quietsuperstitions]

I have Simon Snow brain rot. And apparently I can only cope by endlessly making playlists. So, here, have this AWTWB Simon playlist.

Full track list ⬇️⬇️

DO YOUR WORST.

1 The War - SYML

2 Lost it all - Jill Andrews

3 Appointments - Julian Baker

4 The future freaks me out - Motion City Soundtrack

5 Dance Monkey - Tones and I

6 King of the clouds - Panic! At The Disco

7 The great escape - We Are Scientists

8 Lost in the supermarket - The Clash

9 Sic Transit Gloria - Brand New

10 I love you, but I need another year - Liza Anne

11 I know the end - Phoebe Bridges

12 Waves - Dean Lewis

13 Let me down slowly - Alec Benjamin

14 Someone you loved - Lewis Capaldi

15 The boy who blocked his own shot - Brand New

16 In my blood - Shawn Mendes

17 Battle born - The Killers

18 Supercut - Lorde

19 Before you go - Lewis Capaldi

20 My backwards walk - Frightened Rabbit

21 First day of my life - Bright Eyes

22 C’mon - Amy Shark

23 God & Satan - Biffy Clyro 

24 This modern love - Bloc Party

25 Transatlanticism - Death Cab for Cutie

26 Surrender - Natalie Taylor

27 Be your boy - Medium Build

28 Hymnal - In The Valley Below

29 Falling like the stars - James Arthur

30 Keep your head up - Ben Howard

31 Power over me - Dermot Kennedy

32 I wanna get better - Bleachers

33 A praise chorus - Jimmy Eat World

34 I’m not your hero - Tegan and Sara

35 Someone to you - BANNERS

36 Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional

#AWTWB #AWTWB Spoilers #I mean not really but just in case #simon snow #playlist #help me #carry on #any way the wind blows #carry on series #Spotify #simon snow trilogy

[ktinastrikesback]

Do you have any songs you’d want the show to use when buddie canons?

Oh anon, I have so many 😂 I’ll do top 5:

1. Surrender by Natalie Taylor

2. Better by SYML

3. Count Me In by Early Winters

4. Stay by Hurts

5. Constellations by Tom Odell

#anon ask #buddie #i can turn any song into a buddie song if I try hard enough