#inspired by stone cold (demi lovato)

[dxisiesdukes]

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what’s a song you can put on repeat & never get tired of ?

   7 rings ariana grande - “and my receipts be lookin’ like phone numbers. if ain’t money, then wrong number. black card is my business card, the way it be setting the tone for me. i don’t mean to brag, but i be like, ‘put it in the bag’, yeah. when you see them racks, they stack up, like my ass, yeah. shoot! go from the store to the booth, make it all back in one loop, give me the loot. nevermind i got the juice, nothin’ but net when we shoot. look at my neck, look at my jet. ain’t got enough money to pay me respect. ain’t no budget when i’m on the set, if i like then that’s what i get, yeah.”

a song that instantly lifts your mood when you’re sad

   lovesick girls braveheart - “no love letters, no x and o’s. no love never, my exes know. no diamond rings, that’s set in stone. to left, better left alone. didn’t wanna be a princess, i’m priceless, a prince not even on my list. if love is a drug, then i quit. no doctor can help when i’m lovesick.”

your favorite song from your all-time favorite artist 

   honeymoon avenue ariana grande - “baby you know how to drive in rain, and you decided not to make a change. stuck in the same old lane, going in the wrong way home. i feel like my heart is stuck in bumper to bumper traffic, i’m under, pressure cause i can’t have you the way that i want, let’s just go back to the way it was. when we were on honey moon avenue…baby, coasting like crazy, let’s just go back to the way it was.”

a song that inspires or motivates you

   fall in line christina aguilera x demi lovato - “all the youth in the world will not save you from growing older. and, all the truth in a girl is too precious to be stolen from her. it’s just the way it is, and maybe it’s never gonna change, but i got a mind and so much strength  and i got a right to speak my mind. and i’m gonna pay for this, they’re gonna burn me at the stake. but i got a fire in my veins, i wasn’t made to fall in line.”

what’s a song that reminds you of someone ?

   the only exception paramore - “when i was younger i saw, my daddy cry and curse at the wind. he broke is own heart and i watched, as he tried to reassemble it. and my mother swore she would, never let herself forget. and that was the day that i promised, to never sing of love, if it does not exist. but darling you are, the only exception.”

the song that gets you in the mood to party

   lifted cl - “h-u-f-f, huff and i puff. blow like snow when the cold wind’s blowing. zoom, i hit the mic like boom. wrote i song about it, like to hear it? here it goes, ‘style will hit you, wham, then goddamn. you’ll be like “oh shit that’s the jam.” turn it up, now hear me get buck wild, wild, i’m about to blow light me up.’ upside, downside, inside outside, hittin’ you from every angle, there’s no doubt. poetry in motion, coast to coastin’. rub it in your skin like lotion, lotion.”

your guilty pleasure

   love is a battlefield pat benatar - “we are young, heartache to heartache, we stand. no promises, no demands, love is a battlefield. we are stong, no one can tell us we’re wrong. searching our hearts for so long. both of us knowing, love is a battlefield.”

a song that’s out of your typical music preference

   fun! estella fromis_9 “a week goes round and round. it’s too boring, tomorrow will be just like today. is there anything fun to do? what about there? in my imagination, i’m ariana grande,but someone might say, “what’s wrong with her?” 

what do you listen to when you’re in love ?

   la vie en rose daniela andrade - “hold me close and hold me fast, this magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose. when you kiss me, heaven sighs. and though i close my eyes, i see la vie en rose. when you press me to your heart, i’m in a world apart, a world where roses bloom. and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seem to turn into love songs.”

do you have song you’ve listened to all your childhood ?

   girls just wanna have fun cyndi lauper - “i come home in the morning light, my mother says “when you gonna get your life right?” oh, mama dear we’re not the fortunate ones, and girls they wanna have fun. oh, girls just wanna have fun.”

is there a song your parent/sibling/friend/etc. introduced you to that you love ?

    deep summer walker - “trust me, trust me. i don’t like being alone. thinking ‘bout ringing your line. i wish you would come home, but i’m just tryna balance my space, i’m just tryna protect my space, oh. i don’t really need the pain, but i love to feel the pain. maybe i could use a break, so we just might have to wait.”

a song you didn’t expect to like

    music for a sushi restaurant harry styles - “green eyes, fried rice, i could cook an egg on you. late night, game time, coffee on the stove, yeah. you’re sweet, ice cream, but you could use a flake or two. blue bubblegum, twisted ‘round your tongue, i don’t want you to get lost, i want you to go broke, i want you.”

what song would be your ‘intro’ music ?

   #1 the snake lana lubany - “bright yellow eyes, staring into my soul. singing sweet lullabies, while she measures my skull. turn off the lights, feel her rattle her bones. a big appetite, forcing me to let go.”

   #2 daisy ashnikko - “you don’t wanna see me bratty. pet the kitty, call me catty. make your man call me daddy, he talk too much he’s too chatty. ceo i’m savvy, respect a b*tch i’m a maverick. flexible, so elastic, but don’t you dare bend a b*tch backwards.”

   #3 dictator rei ami - “i am not your queen, i’m your dictator. bend a f*cking knee, b*tch that was an order. what you say to me? huh? b*tch speak louder, you know i reign supreme, nah you can’t imitate her.”

what song best represents your outward look —  or your attitude towards life ?

   #1 show and tell melanie martinez - “show and tell, i’m on display for all you fuckers to see. show and tell, harsh words if you don’t get a pic with me. buy and sell, like i’m a product of society. art don’t sell, unless you f*cked every authority.”

   #2 midnight sky miley cyrus - “i was born to run,  i don’t belong to anyone, oh no, i don’t need to be loved by you. fire in my lungs, can’t bite the devil on my tongue, oh no, i don’t need to be loved by you. see my lips, on her mouth, everybody's talking now baby. oh, you know it’s true. i was born to run, i don’t belong to anyone, oh no, i don’t need to be loved by you.”

   #3 i don’t care ariana grande - “i used to cry, ‘bout some crazy sh*t before. i used to feel so obligated to be so much more. i used to let some people tell me, how to live and who to be, but if i can’t be me, then f*cks the point? uh, i don’t care about it any more.”

the song with your favorite lyrics

   shake it out  florence + the machine - “and i’m damned if i do, and i’m damned if i don’t. so here’s to drinks in the dark, at the end of my rope. and i’m ready to suffer, and i’m ready to hope. it’s a shot in the dark, and right at my throat.”

[dxsturbia]

I know right she don’t ever see the forest for the trees

put this out

she’s not gonna do it

Yeah I know she hates me I don’t inspire her anymore I was honest with her after she said I could be

[beanjuice-duh]

Happy for You

a/n: Fuck @exadorlion putting Stone Cold and Moreid together. Warning: Unrequited Love. W/c: ~2.3

“You know statistically most marriages end in divorce.”

“Reid…” Prentiss looked him up and down, shaking her head a bit at him as she crossed the room. Her heels clacking against the newly polished floor of their office, she went to retrieve something from the table as Spencer stood there in the middle of their headquarters, stoic and suffocating in a new suit.

“Its true” he watched her with a coldness as she picked up a white box tied with a white bow. “And the rate of divorce of first marriages tend to fail even more so, subsequently we’re really just expending useless time…” It wasn’t going to last, in lame man’s terms. That was a fact…a truth that Spencer was holding tighter to his mind than any psychosis research or neurobiological thesis he had collected over the years. “Also …in Japanese culture white is the color of mourning for funerals and—“

A hand touched his face gently, he looked up and saw Emily Prentiss’s face. She pursed her lips a little, unsure what to say to him. She patted his cheek a bit and nodded, “it’s a good thing we’re not in Japan, we don’t have time to rewrap.” She placed the gift in his hands and soft softly. “Spence you don’t have to go…”

Reid looked down at the gift. He didn’t have t go. His facts were real, the marriage was going to fall apart in a year, two years max since they had a child on the way. He could skip this unnecessarily stomach churning event but  avoiding this would only raise some questions even his genius didn’t want to touch. “I have to…I’m the best man.”

Cruel was a good word for what was happening right now. Cruel was the only word Spencer could conjure up for how this all felt. The entire time, Hotch and Jack included, flew out to Chicago. They were at some botanical garden in the middle of the city. It was a pretty place. Rossi and Luke were already looking for drinks. Penelope was making sure she was going to have the perfect angle for the vows and the I do’s to come.

The last ones out of the car were Emily and Spencer. They arrived together and before Emily could give him any more encouragement or words of wisdom Emily’s attention was taken by a blonde sporting curls for the first time. “How long did that take.” Emily gently touched one of Jennifer’s curls, producing a soft pinkish glow to her cheeks. That look was enough to keep Emily distracted for ages...

“Longer than it took getting the boys ready and Will dressed.” Jennifer snickered a bit. “I can’t believe this is happening.” She beamed, happiness rolled off her. So much so, Reid shifted uncomfortably.

“I better go …uh find the groom, I guess.” He muttered, his awkwardness was common but it was especially heightened today. Emily chalked it up to the crowd or the fact he had never been a best man before. JJ ate up the reason, but Emily gave Spencer’s retreating figure one single solemn look.

Reid shimmied through a crowd of men, all larger than he was clapping their hands as Morgan emerged from his dressing room in a perfectly fitted tux. Spencer, watched through the filtered view point of broad shifting shoulders and caught a glimpse of that smile, as he did a ceremoniously slow turn. Just as Spencer thought he could stay where he was and remain hidden until it was time, he heard Morgan call out for him.

“Pretty boy!” He laughed, and just like that, the sea of men parted down the middle leading up to Reid. “Here I thought I was gonna have to find another best man, what took you so long.”

The voice in Reid’s throat was stuck, his eyes glazed over Derek’s suit. He looked amazing, of course. But it wasn’t the suit. It was him. The way he held himself, the way he looked, he seemed so alive so awake. There were times Reid saw him this way, this was the first time…

Morgan’s happiness had something to do with someone else. “I-uh…” He looked down and slowly held out the gift to Morgan. “I was telling Emily how white is—“

“color of death in some countries. Yeah I remember that talk.” Derek held the gift in one hand and then looked around. “Thanks man.” He placed a hand on Reid’s shoulder and pulled him close for a hug. He looked around for a moment at his wedding party and then nodded. “I’ll be out soon, mind…giving me and the kid a minute.”

The groups of men slowly dispersed giving Morgan one last round of good lucks, congratz, and see you out there before emptying out of the room.

“Reid…” Morgan stared at him and Spencer thought he was looking right through him. Guilt grappled at his throat then, “…I shouldn’t be this nervous right? Like…this is it…this is my wedding…I’m about to marry her out there. The mother to my baby…” Derek looked as though he was having an out of body experience. He looked above and around Spencer like he wasn’t even there. He was looking at his whole life…up until now and what he imagined after it. Reid was terrified. He was scared Derek liked what he saw.

Reid didn’t have anything to say to Morgan. The silence grew to a point Derek realized there was something up now. He broke his trance and took a step towards Spencer, eyes ready to ask him what was going on in that big brain when the door opened and Morgan’s sister whispered in.

“Its time.”

Reid exhaled, he looked up at Morgan almost sorry he was getting away with this. “Let’s get you married.” He forced a smile and walked out.

Spencer for one of the few times in his life wished he didn’t have photographic memory. He wished he could say he was going to forget this. Forget the music that played as he joined Derek on his side of the aisle. Forget the way Derek softly gasped to himself as his the future Mrs. Morgan strolled down the aisle a few months pregnant. He prayed to whatever deity he didn’t truly believe in that he’d never remember the sound of their vows.

The never-ending joy that ebbed and seeped out of each word. The immense and indescribable happiness that flooded each phrase, down to the softest promise of an eternity. And for the life of him he wished he could forget the kiss, a scene he watched through side eyeing the way Morgan draped over her and held her as lovingly like she was a frail dream barely in his grasp.

Heat began to build in his mind, it hazed most of what happened for the moment. Perhaps a defensive mechanism, a coping method to keep himself together while they were in public. Whatever it was mixed with whatever Rossi was drinking and willing to share while they were seated at their table was working for the doctor. “How are you holding up?” Emily whispered to read, keeping an eye out for any prying ears that might pick up on their conversation. Luckily for them everyone was waiting, eyeing the doors to see Mr. and Mrs. Derek Morgan.

“Fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Reid chuckled a bit, sipping the bourbon again until the heat pushed back the emotions that threatened to preach his professional demeanor. He fixated himself on repeatedly ringing his hands over and over again under the table when he wasn’t drinking. Something Prentiss could see sitting right beside him. He flinched when Emily placed a hand over his and shared a softness, “Emily, I swear I’m fine.” He smiled, of course he was fine. Social functions were never his strong suit. These mundane emotions and yet…

When those doors opened, when the announcer shouted the words, “Mr. and Mrs. Derek Morgan!!” and ushered them into their first dance. Spencer felt his mood dim along with the ceiling lights. He watched as two people, joined by some frivolous need to commit so publically danced. Worse of all he didn’t hate anyone. A part of him relished in Morgan’s smile, his charming, eye wrinkling laughter as he twirled and danced his new wife around.

A part of him  was so happy to see him this happy. It was a happiness that came once and Spencer was at least happy enough to have been there to see it. Even though he had no part in this.

As the danced settled and the people sat to enjoy their meals, the booze swirling around Reid’s gut made his mind’s defenses weaken. He watched with heated annoyance as Derek sat across the way, never looking this way at a table full of his friends. His family, and not once did he try to. He was enveloped in his new life. His whole life that didn’t include them. Worse of all no one seemed to feel this, everyone was happy for him. Everyone so why wasn’t he?

Why did Spencer…hate this? He hated being there, he hated seeing it all and knowing this was going to change everything. This was a deep fissure in the core of all Spencer had grown to love and know�� It was all too much that Spencer rose to his feet just as Penelope finished giving Derek and his wife a speech with love and plenty of embarrassing moments of Derek.

“Spence?” Garcia turned holding the mic in her hand. His abrupt jolt to his feet had his table and everyone in the dining hall looking at him. Spencer’s mouth went try as his eyes met Morgan’s who for the first time since saying I do finally looked at him. Morgan’s face got a little more stoic, confused perhaps? Then knowing as if remembering Reid was acting strange only moments before the ceremony began.

“Uh…may I…just…” He pointed to the mic in Penelope’s hand. Emily gave him a wide eye look as he received the mic and held it up to his mouth. “Um…as some of you know …or don’t, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI…I’ve known Morgan…well, since I started and well we’re all here for the same reason. To watch Morgan get married but why?” He asked suddenly the question made Emily’s hair stand on end, what was he doing? Was this some cover up or a genuine speech? She prayed to god he wasn’t going to talk about divorces and the meaning of the color white in front of Morgan’s family and half the bureau.

“I’m not much of an abstract guy. I hold several degrees, PH.Ds and have many interests in sciences and written work, so to me love and all this is just…equated to the amount of dopamine the brain can generate. Love is nothing more than a combination of hormones that could be recreated by also eating chocolate or petting a dog or…falling in love.” He stared at Derek and felt his voice drop a bit, “that was…what I had always believed love was…just a series of abnormal spikes of dopamine going off in the brain…then I met Derek.”

And just like that…he felt his brain explode into a white space where there was no guard or script. There was a wall Reid had always shared with his mind. A wall that kept the important things like research and knowledge apart from his emotions and it wasn’t a wall he made but he was made with. Over the years of being here, with these people he loved so dearly that wall had developed a small window. One of which he was falling out of and heading right into a part of him that he rarely exposed.

“Derek is the kind of guy do first think later…Whenever the team needed someone of action or a people’s man…Derek was that guy. There are not many people who can stand me…apart from my mother …and the team. There are even fewer who can manage to teach someone like me something …Derek taught me plenty. Of all the things Derek taught me he taught me how…we can put definitions to things. Research and reasoning to anything but that doesn’t make it less real. So…in a way Derek taught me love, in the sense that…Love maybe defined in science as just a few imbalances making you feel something…but that doesn’t take away how much love can really effect someone. Derek Morgan has more love and dopamine than any substance on Earth. So much so…there is no science behind it.” Reid rose his glass up as Morgan’s serious face turned into a softened smile, one that brought a hot fluid to the corner of Spencer’s eyes as he ended with.

“May you always be filled with dopamine…”

A few laughs broke out, even more warmed smiles as the quirky best man managed to steal the spotlight. Reid handed off the mic to anyone willing to take it then softly excused himself away from the dining area.

With each step he felt his mind pull a memory back from the vault of his mind. Moments that were irreplaceable and now were never to be remade, the moments Morgan smiled at him, held him, touched him. Times were the kid Doctor was just Spencer and agent Morgan was just Derek. He made it out of the venue all together and started waving down valet for his SUV.

“Kid…hey Kid!” a hand came down hard on his shoulder and whipped Spencer around. Rossi took one look at Reid, his eyes red and the tears pouring from his face like a broken water pipe main. “…shit…kid…” He pulled him into a hug. Reid crumpled into him, his face burned into his cigar scented suit shoulder and hands desperately clutching to his back to keep him up.

“I-I don’t understand…I’m happy for him I swear I just…” Reid tried to speak but the sobs broken any explanation other than the searing hole that ripped through his mind down his chest.

Rossi rubbed soft circles into Reid’s back as the car pulled up. “I know…I know…”

[jessicaowo1]

Hi I love your stories 😍❤️ can I request an angst where Kageyama/tsukishima/sakusa (whoever is fine) and the reader are together but he fell out of love with the reader. Inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold" the line in the song " if happy is her, I'm happy for you" really got me. Thank you please notice me 😊

Title: If Happy is Her

Genre: Angst

Pairings: Kageyama, Sakusa, Tsukishima

Author’s Note: Hello, when reading your request, my mind stopped and just imagined everything at once. I haven’t logged into the tumbler for a long time because I am adjusting to school at the moment (senior year during COVID). But here you go. Drink water!

Kageyama

It would have been your sixth anniversary but, who was counting.

Tokyo is cold this time of year, there was snowfall and a harsh breeze. You just go let out of another lecture and had a few hours to spend. Debating if you should go and pick up your friend at their 2:30 lecture, you noticed a cafe. The smell of chocolate and peppermint filled your nose. Maybe, you should buy a hot beverage or two. The rumble in your stomach consented to the idea.

After ordering two peppermint mochas, you sat down near the fire warming your hands. The ambiance of the room was like a holiday movie. Even though there were no hills to sled or an open lake to skate, kids were bundled up with layers of joy waiting for their hot chocolate.

Five minutes passed and you stood near the end of the counter waiting for your order. The barista comes up and begins to say two peppermint mochas rather than reading the name for the order. Your hand barely grazes the cups when another’s mittens grab them. You looked up and saw Kageyama, your ex-boyfriend.

Both of you were startled at this sudden interaction. Kageyama turns to the label and says, this one is mine. He takes both cups and walks towards a girl. She looks strikingly familiar, someone you shared a class with your third year.

As the girl reached for the cup, you saw a genuine smile on Kageyama’s face as he patted her head. Tears were daring to stream down your face, it was like the world was testing you. However, the thought of him happy made the feeling of sadness disappear for a second.

You grabbed your beverages and headed out the door. The cold struck reality.

Tsukishima

Resentful, that’s the emotion you will be feeling in approximately three hours. You are going to your folk’s house for family dinner. For the past two years of your life, you always went with your ex. Your siblings and parents loved your ex.

You haven’t gone to your folk’s house since the breakup, seven months ago. How could you hide so well, you guys broke up in February. Now it’s October.

Preparing yourself for the never-ending hugs and kisses, the relentless questions, an awkward silence, you scrolled through Instagram. You came across his page. You cursed yourself as you forgot to unfollow him from your span.

The picture in question was him with a beautiful person pumpkin picking. The cheesy caption, I got the perfect one from the bunch, made you cringe. After your initial reaction, you dove into this dark reality.

It took you a year to convince Tsukishima to go on cheesy dates, dress in a couple of costumes and, take pictures together. It took his new lover less than three months. Unlike your couple’s photos, his character seemed different. His pose and smile were natural, he was initiating the hug and, he was laughing.

As the strong person, you are. You put your phone down and began to think: You were training wheels for his next relationship.

Sakusa

Fright Feast, an amusement park decked out for Halloween. A perfect way to spend your Sunday. Jump scares roller coasters, candy apples, funnel cake and, more. You grabbed your friend’s hand as you walked through the haunted maze.

Your friend, on a sugar high, began to make jokes about your ex. How you wouldn’t be enjoying Halloween like this if he was around. How you would have to Lysol yourself before you could even come in ten feet of him.

They were there for the entire ordeal of the breakup. The crying, burning of letters and, tubes of ice cream. The incident happened a few months back but, the sugar rush gave them no consent to what they were saying.

After completing the maze, your friend ran over to the bathroom to puke their guts out. As you waited outside for them, you saw him. You rubbed your eyes a few times thinking the sugar was making you hallucinate.

It was him and with a girl. They were both holding hands as they waited in line for the boat rides. His demeanor changed, rather than hissing at people holding the railing or talking about the disgusting floor. He was happy, probably not to be there but to be there with her.

They looked so engrossed in the conversation. It made you think if you were to ever experience this love if both of you confronted the problem sooner than later. That wishful thinking was brought down by your persistent voice of reasoning.

Both of you grew at the end and rather than finding your orange, you found your yellow.

[theghostandthewidow]

Songs to Inspire Writing Sad Stories

Just some bullet points of songs that inspire me to write some sad/angsty stories! Hope this helps! I would love to see if any of these songs inspire you, please tag me in your stories and I would love to read them!

Let me know if you need the link to a spotify playlist!

DVD menu - Phoebe Bridgers

Sleep Thru Ur Alarms - Lontalius

Truce - Twenty One Pilots

Ghost - Halsey

July - Noah Cyrus

Shadow Preachers - Zella Day

Little Moth - Chloe Moriondo

Let Go (acoustic) - Dean Lewis

I miss you, I’m sorry - Gracie Abrams

I Don’t Want To Lose You - Luca Fogale

Amen - Amber Run

Liability - Lorde

Demi Moore - Phoebe Bridgers

Dear God - Hunter Hayes

Drop Dead - Holly Humberstone

Half A Man - Dean Lewis

Would You Rather - Phoebe Bridgers

Bedroom Ceiling - Sody

Don’t Hold Me - Dean Lewis

Keep On - Sasha Alex Sloan

Iris - Kina Grannis

Older Than I Am - Lennon Stella

IDK You Yet - Alexander 23

Half Light - BANNERS

Killer - Phoebe Bridgers

I Can’t Carry This Anymore - Anson Seabra

One Day - Tate McRae

Six Feet Under - Billie Eilish

Stone Cold - Demi Lovato

I Lost Myself - Munn

Its Ok - Tom Rosenthal

Giving In (acoustic) - Iris

Heaven is a Place - Amber Run

Punisher - Phoebe Bridgers

Be Alright - Dean Lewis

Oblivion - Bastille

Lights Are On - Tom Rosenthal

Lost On You - Lewis Capaldi

Ghost of You - 5 Seconds of Summer

Arcade (acoustic) - Duncan Laurence

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Alex Sloan

ICU - Phoebe Bridgers

When The Party’s Over - Billie Eilish

Where’s My Love - SYML

Hold Of Me - Dean Lewis

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

idontwannabeyouanymore - Billie Eilish

Hold Me While You Wait - Lewis Capaldi

Home - Catie Turner

State Lines - Novo Amor

These Four Walls - Little Mix

Too Sad To Cry - Sasha Alex Sloan

The Archer - Taylor Swift

Forever - Lewis Capaldi

7 Minutes - Dean Lewis

From the Dining Table - Harry Styles

Burned Out - dodie

All We Do - Oh Wonder

DNA - Lia Marie Johnson

Lung - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Chinese Satelite - Phoebe Bridgers

Mothers - Daughter

You’ll Be Okay - Michael Schulte

Hurt For Me - SYML

Today Has Been OK - Sleeping At Last

Sorry - Halsey

Lookalike - Conan Gray

You Are a Memory - Message To Bears

Robin Hood - Anson Seabra

Barbies - P!nk

Turn Your Face - Little Mix

Dying in LA - Panic! At The Disco

Atlantis - Seafret

You Missed My Heart - Phoebe Bridgers

Silhouette - Aquilo

Warrior - Demi Lovato

The End Of Love - Florence & The Machine

Dynamite - Sigrid

Barcelona - Rob Giles

Head Above Water - Olive James

Waves - Dean Lewis

Salvation - Gabrielle Aplin

Devil in Me - Halsey

Are You With Me - Nilu

Better - SYML

Someone To Stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

River of Tears - Alessia Cara

Touch - Sleeping At Last

Sick of Losing Soulmates - dodie

Only - RY X

June - Florence & The Machine

Hide & Seek - Amber Run

Green - Cavetown

Halloween - Phoebe Bridgers

Irrelevant - Lauren Aquilina

Little Girl - Christina Grimmie

Leave The City - Twenty One Pilots

i love you - Billie Eilish

The Last Time (Taylors Version) - Taylor Swift

Addict With A Pen - Twenty One Pilots

Happiness - Taylor Swift

Somebody Else - The 1975

Shallows - Daughter

Wait - M83

[nanahachikyuu]

I was your amber, but now she's your shade of gold Stone cold, baby God knows I try to feel Happy for you Know that I am, even if I Can't understand, I'll take the pain Give me the truth, me and my heart We'll make it through If happy is her, I'm happy for you (Stone Cold by Demi Lovato)

Inspired by Move On by @peaceisadirtyword.

(All pictures are from Pinterest. If you own any of them and wish to be credited, please just let know).

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

stone cold

Request: “Hi I love your stories 😍❤️ can I request an angst where Timmy and the reader are together but Timmy fell out of love with the reader. Inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold" the line in the song " if happy is her, I'm happy for you" really got me. Thank you please notice me 😊” @kristineyoshaii

word count: 1,245                                                                                     reading time aprox: 5 mins

You know they say that time is of the essence and that it must not be wasted on invaluable things because every moment is priceless. They say that only time will heal and that memories will soon be nothing a figment of our past lives. What they didn’t tell you is how cold those memories feel after time elapses. 

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“You’re my world, do you know that my love?” Timmy murmured, nuzzling his head into the crevice of my neck. “Do you know that out of all the people in the world, excluding my mom of course, you’d be the only one I’d ever do anything for” He stated, wrapping his arms around me tighter as we laid on his bed. 

The moonlight engulfing the room entirely, casting shadows of the dressers onto the wall that stood in front of us. The air was crisp due to the autumn air and the open window that creaked ever so often.

“You’d do anything?” I questioned flipping over to face him, shifting under the white duvet to cuddle closer into his chest. I laid my head comfortably on his shoulder basking in his scent of old cologne combined with fresh linen. 

“Anything, my love” He kissed the top of my head, exhaling into my head as he combed the tangled bits of hair. 

“So you’d strip and give me a lap dance if I asked?” I playfully suggested, drawing figure eights on the surface of his skin, knowing the comfort that usually brings him. 

He chuckled lightly, pressing another kiss, but on my forehead this time. “Maybe not everything”

-

We were in love. Maybe they were right and that we were too young. His friends always judged him because of his decision on our relationship. My friends always reminded me how gullible I was for continuously forgiving him after many fights and deliberations. But he was my person, he was part of me, and he made me. 

-

“Hey babe, are we still on for movie night tonight?” I asked, looking behind me as I watched Timothee get ready for an interview he had to attend for New York Times. He was in the middle of rushing to put on his blazer and grabbing his keys.  

“Oh shit, my love I forgot, I’m so sorry I have a shoot toni-” 

“It’s okay Timmy” I cut him off with a smile, laughing as he struggled to put his boots on. 

He then came up behind me in a fit of laughter and began peppering kisses all over my collarbone. “You. are. the. best” He stated in between kisses, pulling away while wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. “I promise my love, I’ll try my best to come back as soon as possible, and if not you have my permission to murder me” 

“Go Chalamet,  before I actually do murder you” I chuckled, shaking my head as he ran to the front door. 

“I LOVE YOU Y/N Y/L/N” He yelled before slamming the door shut in a hurry. 

-

He’d never forget to tell me that he loved me everytime he left, even if it was to pick up the mail that was delivered in the lobby of our apartment building. He loved me and I loved him.

-

“Hey baby” Timmy greeted as he walked through the front door, giving me a chaste peck on the cheek. I sat on our couch watching the latest season of Criminal Minds, resting from the tasks I had accomplished today. 

“Hi darling” I greeted back. “When are you going to take a break my love, you’ve been working an awful lot” I inquired. 

“Well, it’s all in a hard day’s work baby” 

His response triggered an unnerving feeling inside me, but I pushed it off. 

“Okay darling”

-

He was an actor and he was famous. All eyes were on him, which put a lot of stress and anxiety on Timmy. I also knew he was a workaholic, but the difference was that he held passion in what he did, so I never questioned it. 

-

Timmy came through the front door, his hair was disheveled, his shirt was buttoned in the wrong places and he looked overall exhausted. This caused me to jump up from where I was sitting and traveled over to where he was. 

I placed a gentle hand on his cheek, shifting his face around to get a better look. “Geez Timmy, are you okay baby? What happened?” I asked, frantically checking his body for any injuries.

He simply brushed off my hand and replied, “I’m okay Y/N, relax a bit. I was doing my own stunts for a scene we were shooting” He explained, laughing as he glided in our bedroom. 

“Well...do you need anything darling?” I continued, still worried about his state of appearance. 

“No, I’m fine Y/N”

-

Fine. That’s a funny word.

-

“Hey baby, it’s me. Send me a text or call me when you come home” I sighed as I left him the sixth voicemail I’ve recorded. It was already 2am and he hasn’t come home yet. 

My mind began exploring irrational theories of what could’ve happened to Timmy from getting jumped in an alleyway near Grand Central Station to him being kidnapped by a crazed fan. 

All my thoughts were halted when my phone lit up, Timothee’s name appearing as a notification. 

“Shoot is late, home tomorrow. GN”

-

He never came back home. 

Well he did physically, but my Timmy didn’t come back home the next day. 

-

“Y/N can’t you understand I have a job to do. Hell I’m the reason you even have a place to stay in” He argued, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned away from me. 

“Baby, I’m not saying to stop wo-” 

“Stop, don’t call me that. Just stop” 

-

We can make it work, right? We were Y/N and Timothee. We loved each other, we were each others worlds...right?

-

“Baby, please, please don’t go please” I begged, following Timmy as he paced to the front door with packed suitcases in both of his hands. “Baby, why are you- please baby...” 

“Y/N I told you not to call me that” He said emotionlessly, huffing as he set his suitcases down to open the locks to the apartment door. 

“But, I don’t understand, why? Why are you leaving me?” Sobs racked my entire body as I struggled to let simple sentences leave my mouth. 

“Y/N please don’t be difficult, you knew this was bound to happen, especi-” 

“You cheated on me didn’t you?” I accused him

He stared at me with an incredulous look, appearing more offended that I suspected him of such a heinous crime. 

“What? No Y/N, you think I’d be one to cheat on you?” He retorted, staring at me in disbelief”

“Th-the long n-nights at work, an-and the excuses- I though-” 

“Y/N, I don’t love you anymore” 

-

Silence came after that, it was the hardest part to bear. Not when he confessed he didn’t love me anymore. Not the sleepless nights I spent alone without him by my side. But the silence that engulfed me in the aftermath. 

-

“I’m...I’m sorry Y/N, I just don’t love you anymore” 

-

He’s dating his co-star now. He’s won approximately one Golden Globe and have had two nominations for an Oscar award. His significant other had won one, but not him. 

Although, she’d won more than an Oscar. She’d won Timmy. She makes him laugh now, she draws the figure eights on his chest now, she’s his comfort now, while I sit here in a pool of regret. 

Time elapses and memories fade, but when they’re gone all you’re holding onto is the stone cold feeling of what was once there. 

[writingchalamet]

I’m happy for you

kristineyoshaii said to writingchalamet:                                                                

Hi I love your stories 😍❤️ can I request an angst where Timmy and the reader are together but Timmy fell out of love with the reader. Inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold" the line in the song " if happy is her, I'm happy for you" really got me. Thank you please notice me 😊

A/n: We do love a bit of angst don’t we. 1.7k

You didn’t know where it all went wrong. But you blamed yourself for allowing him to fall out of love with you, but how could you have changed his mind. As the saying goes ‘if you love someone, set them free” but you couldn’t deny the utter ache in your chest, or the constant lump in your throat, the sick feeling in your stomach or the panging inside your head. He hadn’t been right for months, it was as if he just woke up one morning and all the capacity to feel human emotion had been drained out of him. That wasn’t the Timmy you knew and loved so dearly. You idolised him, every aspect of him and wanted to help him through what ever hardship he was facing but he wouldn’t allow it.

You couldn’t begin to explain the numbing feeling of having him lying so far away from you in the bed, that’s where it all began, from tossing and turning in the sheets to taking himself down to the sofa in your shared apartment. That’s what hurt the most the night’s he didn’t want to be anywhere near you.

~~~

 You passed through the halls of your home looking at pictures hung on the wall of happier times. Pictures of him smiling brightly like he does pulling you close and nuzzling his face close to yours, all things you miss a great deal. Tears begin to burn your eyes. You step into the living room noticing him sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal, a book perched on the arm of the couch. The silence in the room was deafening. You had grown accustomed to it being so quiet you begin to hear piercing ringing noises in your ears. You take a seat on the other end of the sofa at least eight feet apart from each other. “I was gonna cook tacos for dinner do you still want some?” you mumbled quietly, gesturing towards the cereal he was eating at four in the afternoon. 

Afraid you’ll say something to frighten him away. “Yeah, sure.” He kept his head in his book but felt your soft eyes looking his way. “Need any help?” he muttered almost under his breath, you got the hint to leave him alone. “No it’s fine, I’ll just go get everything ready” you sigh getting up from your spot on couch and made your way to the kitchen. 

~~~

There were times his entire demeanour just changed completely when you walked into the room. You could hear him from the kitchen on the phone to a friend just bursting with exuberance, the tone in his voice was something you hadn’t heard in weeks, you followed the voice down the halls, your feet padded against the cold tiles leading you into your shared bedroom that he hadn’t slept in, in a while. He was pacing around laughing and smiling brightly something that made tears lightly trickle down your face. “Aw love you too Saoirse, see you soon okay!” His voice was so kind and soft and you felt your heart in your throat. Why was he neglecting you like this? What had you done? The second he lifted his head and saw you standing in that doorway the colour drained from his cheeks, he looked almost guilty, as if he knew what he was doing. Clasping his phone in his hands he slowly made his way towards you, you felt your heartbeat raise a little as he edged closer, but you were soon let down by the feeling of his body awkwardly brushing against you to get past the doorway. Your head dropped, along with your heart. 

~~~

You wanted to confront. But every time you mustered up the courage you took one look into those dead green eyes that once glimmered when you looked into them you couldn’t find the words to use. But today something had to be said, you couldn’t be quiet anymore and let your emotions eat away at you. You practically dragged yourself through the dimly lit apartment and followed the muted sounds emitting from the living room. You could here Timothée’s laughter scoffing at the TV through the closed door. You slowly opened it with a creak, your face flinching not wanting to disturb the boy anymore than you were already about to. Waddling over to the sofa, you sat beside him, closer than you had been for the past few weeks. 

He seemed to notice this and shifted his position slightly, turning more to face the arm of the chair, clutching the couch cushion to his chest. You let out a defeated sigh, he didn’t even want you next to him on the sofa. “ Is there something wrong with me?” Your sudden outburst and volume of your voice made Timothée jump, the past month or so you had both been barely speaking above a whisper. “What? No you’re fine.” The dismissiveness in his voice only egged you on further. 

“Then why won’t you talk to me? Or hell even look at me, or sleep in our bed?! I miss you, why are you hurting me like this? What did I do?” You raised your voice as you spoke, cracking towards the end, Timothée finally looked up and he could see the pain in your eyes, and it nearly broke him. He sighed, screwing his eyes shut, he finally turned towards you. “You didn’t do anything Y/n” he sighed. You shook your head rolling it onto the back of the sofa staring at the ceiling. “It’s me, I don’t know I - I can’t really explain it” he paused for the longest time. You turned back to him and tried to take his hand, something so simple but so meaningful, but the second your fingers brushed against his he retreated, standing up from the sofa. “I can’t I’m sorr-” you cut him off with a huff. “Am I that repulsive that you can’t even touch my hand! Timothée! We’ve been together for four years! Please tell me whats going” You rose from your seated position standing opposite him.

The tension in the room was thick, A lump was forming in your throat making it hard for you to breath, salty tears began to make their way down your cheeks, Timmy started to shed a few tears himself, the feeling that this was all ending was beginning to feel all too real for him. “I met someone.” Three words. just three words you never wanted to hear, that would shatter your world completely. To think that the man you were once irrevocably in love had met someone else, made your heart feel like it had been ripped to shreds. The room was silent apart from a few odd sobs and gasps for air. “Have you done anything with her?” something you didn’t want to know the answer to but you knew he owed you the truth. “No, I would never betray you like that, I couldn’t...” he trailed off, taking his tearful eyes away from yours to look at the floor which had become very interesting. 

“Do you love her?” Another question you also didn’t want to hear the answer to. “Yes” he spoke barely audible, head hanging low not meeting your eyes, you could see the tears falling to the floor as he made his confession. “Do you love me?” Your voice broke into a sob already knowing the answer, it pained you to know that the man you had been with for so long had slipped though your fingers while you so still so madly in love with him. A softly shook his head before breaking down into a sob, he fell forward pulling you into his chest, the realisation had finally hit him and it broke his heart, he didn’t want to let you go, but he couldn’t stay knowing he couldn’t love you with his whole heart. “I’m so sorry” he sobbed onto the top of your head, squeezing you so close, you had missed his smell and his touch, you clung onto him for dear life not wanting to ever let him go. 

When you both finally pulled apart you looked at each other with saddened eyes, you looked around the room you standing in and all the memories that filled it. One of you had to leave you both couldn’t stay here. But you didn’t have the heart to go and you didn’t have heart to tell him to leave either, in all honesty you wanted him to stay. “I’m gonna call my mom and see if I can crash at their place for a while, just give us some time you know” he let out a breath before shuffling into the bedroom to pack a bag, leaving you standing there with your thoughts.

~

You heard him dragging bags to the front door ready to leave, you jumped from your seat wanted just one more look at the boy you always thought you’d spend the rest of your life with. He looked defeated, Wearing a hoodie and sweats, his soft curls were dishevelled and going all over the place, his eyes were red and swollen and his lips were puffy, nose dripping, but you still loved him. “ Timmy?” You spoke softly peaking round from the doorway, he turned his head to the side to meet your gaze. “does she make you happy?” He shut his, reopening them before answering “yes.” he sighed, nodding his head plainly. “I’m happy for you.” You nodded your head giving him the faintest bit of smile before turning away “I love you Timothée” You whispered, but you know he heard it, and you’re glad, you wanted him to know that he still holds your heart. 

Timothée practically threw his bags in his car before slipping into the drivers seat. He hit the steering wheel several times a sudden burst of anger and pent up tension all pouring out at once. He couldn’t help the tears falling from his eyes. The words ‘I’m happy for you’ rang in his ears, you were so kind and thoughtful and that was something he had always loved in you, It broke his heart he couldn’t love you back. But you deserved someone who could love you to their full potential, not half heartedly.

[mayraki]

“If happy is her, I’m happy for you”

timothée chalamet x reader

the lovely @kristineyoshaii requested: Omg I love your writings 😍❤️ can I request an super angst where timmy and the reader are together but Timmy fell out of love with the reader. Inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold". Can you use the line in the song " if happy is her, I'm happy for you" in the story cause it really got me. Thank you please notice me 😊

note: I haven’t heard this song in ages! It reminded me that THIS WOMAN CAN SING! A true icon. Anyway, hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

The pain that you felt inside grew everyday. But you tried to ignore it, not really think about what was going on between you and Timothée. You knew that what was happening, but you were trying to understand why. That’s when you saw him smiling at his phone and your stomach turned. There was someone else, you didn’t know how you knew, but you felt it.

You tried your best, you tried to be the best person you could, but sometimes that wasn’t enough. And people, just... go away.

And your worst nightmare came true. You couldn’t hold the pain inside of you anymore, the fact that when he came back from work, he would just kiss you on the head and then locked himself in the room until dinner was ready. Eat in silence until you asked him about his day. Spending the days apart and talking less and less everyday.

You were now trying to watch a movie together. He had the day off and you thought it was a good idea to watch a movie. But he was in his phone since the beginning and the tears started to come down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it, the pain that you were holding inside was screaming to come out. He wasn’t paying attention to you or the movie, and that made you more angry than sad.

“Oh my god!” You said while getting up from the couch. “Why can’t you be a man and tell me the things in my face and not let me die slowly?!” You yelled and Timothée looked up at you, surprised at the sudden yelling.

“What?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” You yelled angry “I know! I know there’s somebody else. Don’t lie to me anymore! Tell me the fucking truth!” He got up but without saying anything. He stood in front of you and you noticed he had tears coming down his cheeks.

“Y/n..” he tried to walk closer to you but you stepped back.

“Don’t. I just want you to tell me the truth.” Your voice was calmer and the anger inside turned to sadness. “Tell me, please.” He just stood there without knowing what to say and you nodded, knowing the response by his silence. “Do you love her?” You asked softly. Your voice cracked when you said the word love.

“I don’t know.” He said almost in a whisper and your tears started to come down faster down your cheeks.

“I can handle the truth, Timothée.”

“That’s the truth. I don’t really know.”

“You don’t?” You asked softly and he nodded.

You stood there without knowing what to say. You didn’t want to know. But you wanted answers, you couldn’t just walk away without knowing the whole truth, even if it would break you completely.

“Does she make you happy?” You asked and he stood there surprised by the question without saying anything. The silence he would give you answered the questions perfectly.

You tried to walk away but he stopped you by gently grabbing your arm “I’m sorry.” He said but you shook your head.

“If happy is her, then I’m happy for you. Goodbye, Timothée.”

[p0werisp0wer]

To whoever loves her next, here are some things you should know

She absolutely adores thrifting. It is her happy place. Always pay attention to her face when she finds something she loves. It’s the cutest thing you will ever see. We say that we want a “goodwill scented candle” so we can feel at home. Maybe try and find one of those for her. It will make her happy.

She is madly obsessed with dogs. They are her stress reliever and her therapy. Especially her babies Kimber and Parker. They always help her when she is sad. Maybe take her to the humane society just so she can look at puppies. It’ll brighten her day. (Just make sure she doesn’t buy them all)

She is in love with coffee. If you ever want to suprise her with a drink when it’s fall, make sure to get her a venti pumpkin creme cold brew, with extra pumpkin creme and when I say extra, I mean like 3/4 of the cup (maybe more than that) should have pumpkin creme. One time we went and got a whole cup of just pumpkin creme with just one shot of espresso. She loves that too.

She has to have her caffeine. Like HAS to have it. So you can pick between coffee or an energy drink. Here are some energy drinks she loves: Coconut Berry Red Bull, white monster, sour heads bang, coffee monster, and honestly any other one, but those are her favorites. Without a doubt.

Make sure you travel with her. She wants to see the world. She is tired of being in the same place and feeling stuck. Make sure she does not feel that way. Let her be free. Take her where she wants to go. Even the smallest adventures make her happy. Nothing to big or to small.

Her favorite food is Alfredo with garlic bread. Preferably from Olive Garden. That’s her favorite. She also loves sushi (the kind that’s fried on the outside.) of you ever see one of those hole in the wall Mexican restaurants, see if they have the “suprise burrito” to “surprise” her with. She loves those. They come with Bacon, cheese, potato’s, eggs, any beans (make sure you say no eggs. She will not eat it with eggs. She also loves extra cheese. )

She gets really bad period cramps as well as headaches. Please please take care of her. She needs to feel loved, it’ll help her, I promise. Make sure you have a heating pad and Advil on hand. Also massage her lower abdomen and lower back. It will help. And if she gets a belly ache, fix her some water and give her pepto, that helps too.

She loves random loving gestures. Like rubbing her back or scratching it. It will make her happy. Also she adores when you play with her hair. It will help relax her.

She loves twilight. So make sure you love it too. I learned to love it. It is one of the shows that make her happy. So if she wants to watch it, then watch it! However don’t ask her to watch Star Wars, she probably won’t haha!

She is a family person. So make sure you do your best to get close to her family. Her dad is amazing and the cutest thing ever. Her mom is so cute too she loves thrifting as well. Her sisters and her brother are so funny and sweet. But her sister is very protective of her heart. So you will have to make sure she approves before you get anywhere!

She loves concerts. They make her feel alive. I wish I could take her to more. So any chance you get to take her to a concert. Do it, spend the money. It will be worth it to see her eyes light up amd her smile from ear to ear. I promise, you won’t regret it.

She loves Demi Lovato. So if you ever want to get her a random gift. A poster of her will do :)

She is empowering and strong and has been through so much. Never make her feel like less. Make sure she always feels loved. Do the small things for her. She doesn’t like big gifts (even though I love getting them for her) but she will always appreciate them anyways. Her beauty and strength inspires me, and I hope it inspires you too.

She loves stones and really wants to get into them and learning what they do. She wants moldivite. So if you have the chance to get that for her, do it. She’ll love it. She also wants a rock tumbler (but I probably beat u to that.) She 100% believes in karma and jinxing things. So if you see her randomly knocking on her head, just ignore it and let her do her thing.

She has to have her relaxing time. Let her relax from time to time. Someone I am bad about not letting her relax and I have to remind myself to slow down and let her lay down for a bit.

If she ever wakes you up saying your name, just know in advance it is the cutest thing to wake up to. She also get kind of scared in the middle of the night and may wake you up to go use the bathroom. Don’t get upset and grumpy. Just stay awake until she is done so she isn’t scared.

Fall is her favorite season. She loves everything about it. The vibes fall gives off is her favorite thing. She also loves Halloween. Dress up with her. Be cheesy and just do it. It is fun!

She never wants to be on bad terms with anyone. She will get upset if she feels like someone doesn’t like her. So if she feels that way, try and straighten things out. Because it will eat her alive until she knows everything is okay.

Please I beg you to love her with everything you have. Because you are so lucky to be with such a beautiful human. She is astonishing in every way and she never needs to question that. Always fo the little things for her. She will love you for it. I could honestly go on for days about this girl. But these are just some of the things you should know about her. I love this girl with everything in me and I know anyone who has her next will be the luckiest person on the earth.

[crispyimagines17]

Hi I love your stories 😍 can I request a Timmy x reader inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold" where Timmy fall out of love withe the reader. Super angst 💔 the line in the song " if happy is her I'm happy for you" hit me hard. Hope you'll notice me 😊😉😉

Omg sorry for answering SO DAMN LATE (like so so late haha). 

I hadn’t heard the song and, damn, it’s good. Next week stay tuned ;) it’ll be posted as an imagine. 

Hope you’re doing well <3

-D.

[jtargaryen18]

Hi I love your stories 😍❤️ can I request an super angst where Chris and the reader are together but Chris fell out of love with the reader. Inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold". Can you use the line in the song " if happy is her, I'm happy for you" in the story cause it really got me. Thank you please notice me 😊

Hey, thank you for writing. 🙏🙏🙏

If it’s okay, I’ll add it to my list. I’ll do my best. Angst would be new for me and I’ll need to look up that song but, we’ll see what we can do. 😊

Thank you! 💖💕💖

[mayisani]

Hi I love your stories 😍 can I request a Timmy x reader inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold" where Timmy fall out of love withe the reader. Super angst 💔 the line in the song " if happy is her I'm happy for you" hit me hard. Hope you'll notice me 😊😉😉

It’s now posted hope you enjoy. The other woman. 💕

[corpsebasil]

Hi I love your stories 😍 can I request a Timmy x reader inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold" where Timmy fall out of love withe the reader. Super angst 💔 the line in the song " if happy is her I'm happy for you" hit me hard. Hope you'll notice me 😊😉😉

Sure! I’ll work on it and @ you when I post

[candy-and-writing]

Hi I love your stories 😍❤️ can I request an super angst where Peter parker and the reader are together but Peter parker fell out of love with the reader. Inspired by Demi Lovato's song "stone cold". Can you use the line in the song " if happy is her, I'm happy for you" in the story cause it really got me. Thank you please notice me 😊

YOU ARE NOTICED!!!!!! Man, this is such a cool ask, unfortunately I don't write for Peter, it's just a personal preference I have. I could maybe give you a few blog recommendations for who might be able to write this??

[bravomckenzie]

“it’s too much pain to have to bear to love a man you have to share.”

i made a (semi long) noah playlist! it’s inspired by how i handled his storyline which didn’t have a happy ending, sorry noah stans. i feel like he used/played MC & took advantage of her feelings for him so it reflects that. 🖤

thinking of you - katy perry // do i wanna know? - the arctic monkeys // faking it - calvin harris ft. kehlani & lil yachty // dive - ed sheeran // eyes closed - halsey // to be so lonely - harry styles // million reasons - lady gaga // stone cold - demi lovato // staring role - marina and the diamonds // don’t speak - no doubt // new angel - niall horan // just like a pill - p!nk // cruel summer - taylor swift // breakup with your girlfriend, i’m bored - ariana grande // say my name - destiny’s child // you should be sad - halsey // lies - marina and the diamonds // fools gold - one direction // stay - sugarland // best thing i never had - beyoncé // you oughta know - alanis morissette // dancing on my own - robyn // pacify her - melanie martinez // clean - taylor swift

if you like this one and/or the king of boops, i also have a bobby playlist! 🖤