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railleriee · 1 year

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Genshin Men If They Had Playlists

Characters included: Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Xiao, Venti.

Summary: Music that I think would be in these Genshin men's playlists! ( These are my opinions, it is completely okay if you disagree! )

Warnings: None

Childe:

Definitely into more upbeat songs. Doesn’t listen often but when he does it is mostly when he’s traveling. His favorite is on his trips to and from Snezhnaya.

Dear maria, count me in - All Time Low

“There's a story at the bottom of this bottle And I'm the pen”

Check yes, Juliet - We The Kings

“Don't ever look back. They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance”

Kilby girl - The Backseat Lovers

“She's playing it cool but she's lying, better than I do”

Zhongli:

Again, not one to listen to a lot of music. He wouldn’t really have a variety of music in his playlists. He’d rather stick to the same 20 songs he knows.

Little Dark Age - MGMT

“Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away”

Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz

“Now that light is so I can take. This storm brings strange loyalties and skies”

Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier

“I knew that something would always rule me, I knew the scent was mine alone”

Diluc:

Definitely puts a playlist on while cleaning up after late night shifts at the tavern. Kaeya once convinces him to play during business hours. Venti made fun of his music taste so he never did it again.

King For A Day - Pierce the Veil

“You told me think about it, well I did. Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore. I'm tired of begging for the things that I want”

Can You Feel My Heart - Bring me The Horizon

“I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all”

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? - Tyler, The Creator

“I can't stop you, I can't rock too, I've been back there and I can not die too. But I've got to know. Are we still friends? Can we be friends?”

Kaeya:

Enjoy’s listening on an everyday basis. He definitely imagines himself in songs. He’ll listen to recommended songs but refuses to recommend any songs to you. He’s a gatekeeper.

Ghosting - Mother Mother

“I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting along. Ghost in the world, ghost with no home”

What Do They Know? - Mindless Self Indulgence

“On the fence, The consequence. What do they know about that?”

Crucified - Army Of Lovers

“I saw eternal light. Best of vocal fighters. Beyond human sight. Where thorns are a teaser”

Kazuha:

Very wide variety of music. He’d listen to almost anything. Definitely has a smoking playlist that’s amazing.

Don’t talk to strangers - TV Girl

“You should've listened to your mother. Don't ever talk to strangers”

Come as you are - Nirvana

“As I want you to be. As a friend, as a friend. As an old enemy”

Hotel California - Eagles

“Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before”

Xiao:

Rarely ever listens to anything. If he is making a long journey he may decide to put a playlist on, barely gets through two songs before turning it off. He enjoys listening to others music interests.

The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals

“Bye bye baby blue. I wish you could see the wicked truth. Caught up in a rush, it's killing you”

Creep - Radiohead

“I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control”

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

“Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy. What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy? Set my alarm, turn on my charm. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy”

Itto:

Very upbeat/fast pace songs. Mostly listen while working out/training. Him and the rest of the Arataki Gang have competitions of who has better music taste.

Televised - HUNNY

“I don't care to be or be caught without sweet misery by my side”

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

“They could care less as long as someone'll bleed. So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me”

Kiwi - Harry Styles

“Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet, and now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it. It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this”

Venti:

Most of his playlists consist of very sweet songs, with a few slower/sadder ones. Has music playing quietly in the backgrounds of picnics. Would listen to anything once but usually sticks to the songs he likes and knows.

Hey Lover - Daughters of Eve

“Hey, hey, hey, lover (hey-hey), You don't have to have a thing. For I'll be satisfied”

This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory

“You seem so lonely (are you lonely?) I'll be the only dream you seek. So if you're lonely, no need to show me. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

My Alcoholic friends - The Dresden Dolls

“I'm trying hard, not to be ashamed, not to know the name of who is waking up beside me. Or the date, the season or the city”

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womanexile · 1 year

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Just some thoughts...

Labyrinth "You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back/Just like that" "You know how scared I am of elevators/Never trust it if it rises fast/It can't last" Ours "Elevator buttons and morning air/Strangers' silence makes me wanna take the stairs/If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares/But right now my time is theirs/Seems like there's always someone who disapproves/They'll judge it like they know about me and you" [Most likely she would rather rally platonic relationships around her vs. romantic right now- especially with the public eyes on her.]

You Are in Love "Buttons on a coat""The light reflects the chain on your neck" [Style references?] "He says, "Look up"/And your shoulders brush/No proof, one touch, but you felt enough""One night he wakes/Strange look on his face/Pauses, then says/You're my best friend/And you knew what it was/He is in love [Comfortable/comfort/confide]

End Game "Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy/I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me/And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul" [Sound like she appreciates the mundane things in life-btw, reminded me of Eros & Psych mythology] "It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold/You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks" Mastermind "I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails/And the liquor in our cocktails""I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk/On your face, you knew the entire time/You knew that I'm a mastermind" [But her life can never be normal- like a superhero or villain]

So it Goes..."Gold cage, hostage to my feelings""Met you in a bar/All eyes on me, your illusionist/All eyes on us/I make all your gray days clear and/Wear you like a necklace" [Made me think of Harry Houdini- magician/illusionist] Call it what you want "… I want to wear his initial/On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck/Not because he owns me/But 'cause he really knows me" [Proud in public, not kept like a dirty secret?]

Stockholm Syndrome "Who's that shadow holding me hostage?""Oh, baby, look what you've done to me" [Line is like LWYMMD] Kiwi "She sits beside me like a silhouette/Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet" [Style music video visuals?] "And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it (cha-ching)/It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this" Cowboy Like Me "Only if they pay for it/You're a bandit like me" Mastermind ""No one wanted to play with me as a little kid/So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since/To make them love me and make it seem effortless'This this the first time I've felt the need to confess/And I swear/I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care'"

All too well "And you call me up again just to break me like a promise""And there we are again when nobody had to know/You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath/Sacred prayer and we'd swear""The idea you had of me, who was she?/A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you" [Mirrorball & Blank space ref- chameleon?] You are in love "You keep his shirt, he keeps his word/And for once, you let go/Of your fears and your ghosts/One step, not much, but it said enough" [Trust & belonging/home]

I'm not familiar with their whole catalogue or others around them (or their influences). Kinda wondered if HS listened to Def Leppard? I remember TS did a CMT crossover episode with them. Their bootleg album Rare Gems, Vol. 6 had one of the songs she covered w/ them- Pour some sugar on me. Mutt Lange produced DL & (his ex-wife) Shania Twain's albums also.

I enjoyed all your thoughts on these. Thank you 😊

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thesmallestclown · 5 days

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he worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect And all the boys, they were sayin' they were into it Such a pretty face on a pretty neck

She's drivin' me crazy, but I'm into it But I'm into it, I'm kinda into it It's gettin' crazy, I think I'm losin' it I think I'm losin' it, oh, I think she said

I'm having your baby It's none of your business I'm having your baby It's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (oh) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your, it's none of your (ah)

It's New York, baby, always jacked up (hey) Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus (oh) In a black dress, she's such an actress

Drivin' me crazy, but I'm into it But I'm into it, I'm kinda into it It's gettin' crazy, I think I'm losin' it I think I'm losin' it, oh, I think she said

I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (oh) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (oh) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your, it's none of your

Ah Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ah, la-la-la-la

She sits beside me like a silhouette Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it (cha-ching) It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this

It's none of your, it's none of your I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your) I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business I'm having your baby (hey) It's none of your business (it's none of your, it's none of your)

Hey

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Flipity floo flipity flee may your mind now be empty.

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shroombloomm · 1 year

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HARD CANDY DRIPPIN ON ME TIL MY FEET ARE WET

THOSE LYRICS ARE SO PUSSY SLAY

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chasm2018 · 4 years

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#hard candy drippin on me til my feet are wet #watermelon sugar music video #mygifs #Harry Styles

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milkssshake · 7 years

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kiwi is the only song I like on the album lol and woman !

#HARD CANDY DRIPPIN ON ME TIL MY FEET ARE WET

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inahazzze · 5 years

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It’s None Of Your Business

You’re passionately singing along to Harry’s album in your car while stuck in dead-stop traffic on the way home from work. You don’t know, but Harry is watching from the car next to you (1.6k).

***A/N - This is my first time ever posting fic so please give me some feedback!!! I’m in the process of writing a longer fic but I wanted to bite the bullet and post something short. A big thanks to @yes-daddy-i-will for coming up with the perfect last line!!***

On most days, you’re really bothered by heavy traffic. On any day but today, you’d be muttering obscenities under your breath at every stop and start of the cars in front of you. You might even let out a bit of road rage that you sometimes let slip when particularly frustrated. But it’s been a great day, and you don’t even care that it might take you an extra half hour to get home. Today you were praised by your boss, received a bonus that will pay for your upcoming car insurance, and there’s now a long weekend to look forward to. It’ll be the first real break you’ve had in months since starting as a full timer at work, and you’re looking forward to properly resting and seeing a few neglected friends. A year ago you would have thought that four days off in a row is nothing, but now you’re jumping for joy at the mere thought of what you could do with the time. You usually spend your weekends catching up on sleep and relaxing just enough to not feel like a trainwreck by Monday, and now you have two whole extra days to do anything that you want.

You’ve only been driving for ten minutes when the cars in front and around you all come to a complete stop on the highway. You can’t see anything but you assume that there’s been an accident or something of the sort. You can hear some distant honking and yelling but you are determined not to let anything ruin your mood, so you turn up your music to drown out the commotion. You’re listening to your favourite artist, Harry Styles. It’s been quite a while since his album came out but you’re still obsessed and listen to it on repeat. A car somewhere to your left is honking relentlessly, so you switch the song to Kiwi and turn it up even more to drown out the noise. It’s blasting through your speakers and other drivers can probably hear it but you’re in too good of a mood to care.

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes

Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect

And all the boys they were saying they were into it

Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy!

You’re so fully immersed in the song that it’s probably a good thing that the traffic isn’t letting you go anywhere. The lane to your right shifts forward slightly and a black Range Rover pulls up completely parallel to yours, windows aligned with your small vehicle. Its tinted windows don’t allow you to see into the car and you’re momentarily insecure about the fact that people can see you but you can’t see them. You glance at the cars to your left and the two in your line of sight are also expensive cars with tinted windows. This is what I get for working in a rich area of L.A., you think to yourself.

If it was any other day you’d probably be too embarrassed in stock-still traffic to sing your heart out. Usually you wait until you’re flying down the highway to roll your windows down and let your voice ring out in the rough breeze. Since you live in an apartment complex where there’s always someone around, singing in your car is your only chance to really let yourself go. It’s always been an outlet for you and you’re happiest when you’re singing to your favourite music. You don’t have to worry about anyone hearing, or complaining about the noise, or judging your voice. Singing in the car makes you feel free and happy, which is why you decide fuck it and sing as loud as you want while surrounded by other drivers who can clearly see and hear you.

But I’m into it, but I’m into it

I’m kinda into it

It’s getting crazy

I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it

And are you losing it. The lyrics fly out of you as you sing along in a trance and bob your body to the beat as much as you can with the restrictive seatbelt.

I’m having your baby!

It’s none of your business!

You’re almost putting on a show of your own once the chorus hits, gesturing wildly in front of you and drumming on the steering wheel to the beat of the song. You glance into the rear view mirror and notice that you’re smiling widely, enjoying the moment. You’re doing all that you can do while stuck on the highway, and trying not to be annoyed by what is out of your control. If there was an accident, you just hope that everyone is okay. People in the cars around you are becoming more and more impatient, honking more frequently and leaning out their window to see what’s going on. There’s a man a few cars in front of you that has turned off his car and gotten out, walking forwards a bit and peering over cars to see the source of the hold up. There isn’t anything you can really do about the traffic, so you just try to drown it all out. You finish the chorus thrashing about in your seat and take a swig from your water bottle before the next verse.

It’s New York baby always jacked up,

Holland tunnel for a nose that’s always backed up

When she’s alone she goes home to a cactus

In a black dress, she’s such an actress

Driving me crazy!

It’s a little embarrassing that you have this part a little bit choreographed, because you’ve listened to the song so many times and it just sort of happened after a while. You’ve been told that you’re extremely dramatic, but right now you don’t have a care in the world about how ridiculous you probably look.

Before the second chorus, you’re thrown back into reality as the car in front of you moves forward a few yards, and you lift your foot off of the break for a moment before you come to another dead stop. The car to your right is still parallel to you, which is unexpected as there’s enough room for the car to move forward quite a bit more.

You’re at a standstill again, and fall straight back into the song. You’ve never been able to actually scream like Harry does in the song, so you just mouth along and punch the air to the beat of the drums.

She sits beside me like a silhouette

Hard candy drippin’ on me til my feet are wet

And now she’s all over me

It’s like I paid for it, it’s like I paid for it,

I’m gonna pay for this.

Your head is shaking back and forth by this point and your shoulders are bobbing one at a time. It’s an awkward and uncoordinated spontaneous dance that shows just how much fun you’re having letting it all go. You play around and improvise a harmony to sing along with Harry for the last chorus, even though it’s a bit of an odd song to create a harmony for. You’re having such a good time that you’re feeling a bit out of breath even though you’re sitting down.

As the song comes to a close, you notice some movement in your peripheral vision. The car to your right is rolling down the window closest to you, so that you can see into the interior for the first time. You barely even register that the passenger seat is empty, because you can’t see past the driver who is staring straight at you. It’s like your brain does a double take, even though you can’t move a muscle.

It’s the face you’ve only dreamed about seeing so close, and it’s weird seeing him anywhere other than on a screen. The first thing you notice is the hair clip sitting atop his head, holding his messy locks together haphazardly. It’s clear that he hasn’t shaved in a few days and he’s wearing a ratty t-shirt as if he’s just come from the gym. His eyes are covered by a pair of plain black sunglasses, but you don’t question for a moment that it’s Harry. If there was ever any doubt, it would have been immediately quelled when you glance down at his arm tattoos peeking out from under his t-shirt. Your eye is drawn to the rose on his elbow, which is resting against the window frame in a relaxed manner. Your whole body starts to feel like it’s on fire at the knowledge that it’s actually him. The boy you’ve been in love with for years from afar. The boy who wrote music that you cried to, sang to, and danced to. The boy who you assumed would never look you in the eyes like he’s doing now.

You don’t know how much time you’re staring at each other, whether it’s a few seconds or a few minutes, but eventually he begins to smirk. It’s such an intimate moment that you’re afraid to even blink. A voice in the back of your head tells you that Ever Since New York is now blaring through your speakers, but your focus on Harry has dulled everything else around you in a haze. You think he might say something so your hand reaches for the dial to turn down the music, seemingly of its own accord. You don’t break eye contact with him once.

“If you’re having my baby, love, don’t y’think it’s my business?”

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hotgirlscoups · 4 years

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no offence but SHE SITS BESIDE ME LIKE A SILHOUETTE, HARD CANDY DRIPPIN ON ME TIL’ MY FEET ARE WET, NOW SHE’S ALL OVER ME ITS LIKE I PAID FOR IT! ITS LIKE I PAID FOR IT! IM GONNA PAY FOR THIS

#GOD #WHAT A BANGER #I GO WILD DURING THIS LINE #ananya talks shit

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littleoblivions · 5 years

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she sits beside me like a silhouette, hard candy drippin’ on me til my feet are wet.

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gucciharrywritings · 6 years

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Dance For Me

*Requested*

Mentions: Swearing, fluff, minor smut

It’s Harry’s birthday. His girlfriend happens to be a dancer, and she also happens to have a very special birthday surprise for him.

Masterlist

“Baby, where are we going?” Harry laughs, stumbling after a very eager Y/N as she tugs him along behind her. Right when they gotten in the car back at their shared house around 15 minutes ago, she had him tie her green bandana around his eyes, waving her hand in front of his face to make sure her couldn’t see.

Y/N knew Harry wasn’t one to do things like this, but it’s his birthday! Her man is 25, and if she let this day pass without something special, she would’ve been disappointed with herself.

Harry swore up and down that a day at home with her and some ‘Love Actually’ would’ve sufficed, and she liked the sound of that, but just wanted to pop this one extra thing into the day. So, here Harry was, stumbling behind his girl, blinded, and trying his hardest not to awe as she lets out little sounds of excitement.

Y/N glanced back every couple of seconds to make sure he was okay and wasn’t gonna trip over anything, and her smile only grew as she saw her friends waiting for her at the entrance to the dance studio. Her teammates were grinning almost as much as her, holding the doors open for Y/N and Harry.

Harry can tell they’ve walked inside somewhere, and hears door shut behind him. “Babe...” He slowly trails off, recognizing the feel of his Vans tapping against the hardwood floors. “Is this your dance studio?”

Y/N giggles, shushing him, “Just be quiet and sit down, Haz.” She helps him slowly sit down, him leaning back to grip the edge of the seat before lowering himself. Looking back to her teammeates, Y/N and then share knowing looks.

“Alright, Harry,” Y/N smiles, “Take y’blindfold off.”

Harry raises his eyebrows, reaching up to slide the bandana from his eyes. He runs a hand thigh his hair, eyes opening to see Y/N stood maybe 10 feet from him, two girls on each side of her. He also notices the people crowded around the studio, a place he’d become familiar with after picking Y/N up from her practice.

He’d never really seen her live before.

The people around the studio are close to the walls, leaving a large gap in the middle where the five dancers are stood, and he recognizes everyone. It’s his friends and family; All of his band, Jeff, his mum, Gemma, and even James Corden, all just leaning against the walls ready to watch.

Harry smirks, “Am I gettin’ a show, babe?”

Y/N just smirks right back at him, “Hm, you tell me.”

Then, the music starts, and it’s really very easy to recognize his own song.

Kiwi plays through the room, and his eyes widen as he watches Y/N moves in sync with the woman behind her. Her body moves mesmerizingly, adorned in high waisted black shorts and a black crop top, showing off her beautiful body.

As it reaches the chorus, Harry can definitely feel his pants tighten a bit as Y/N moves to the floor, rolling her body against it and moving with such a rhythm, Harry’s mind is spinning.

His hand cups his mouth as his jaw is slack, moving so his elbows rest on his knees. Y/N comes up to him

Bought, the bridge starting.

“She sits beside me like a silhouette,” His own voice plays through the room as Y/N straddles his hips, “Hard candy drippin’ ok me ‘til my feet are wet.”

Everyone cheers and hollers as they see Y/N tease Harry some, her hand drawing lightly down his face and their eyes locked as the song sings.

“It’s like I paid for it, It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this.”

Y/N is out of his lap in seconds, smirking as she dances through the last chorus with the girls. As the song comes to an end, when the final chords hit, Y/N slides gracefully onto her knees in front of Harry.

Harry can’t find the words, everyone else in the room bursting into applause while he sits their speechless. His mind is still replaying how absolutely stunning she looked and how skillfully her body moved with the beat.

She climbs to her feet, smiling down at Harry, “Happy birthday, H.”

And Harry really can’t say anything, instead deciding to shoot from his chair and tackle her into a hug. Everyone cheers once more, and he happens to hear extra applause from his band, making him roll his eyes when he thinks back on it a couple hours later.

“You liked it?” She giggles, him lifting her from the ground to hug her tighter.

“Fuckin’ killed it, didn’t yeh?” He breathes, setting her down once more, “Looked about as breathtaking as yeh always do, yeah?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, shoving him softly, “It is your birthday.”

Harry grins, leaning down to discreetly whisper in her ear, “It is, isn’t it? So that means the issue I got in m’trousers from yeh first gift will be fixed with a second one right?”

Then he settled a soft pinch to her hips, making her yelp quietly.

“Maybe another gift that involves yeh pretty body.”

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