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hi poosie 💞🌺💘 im going w 3 nights by dominic fike; emotional by okaywil; honest by the neighborhood; devil i know by allie x; sweet disposition by the temper trap; very nice by seventeen; moonlight by dhruv; rain by ben platt; home by phillip phillips; just friends by jordy; timebomb by walk the moon; cross my heart by marianas trench; shatter me by lindsey striling; paris is burning by st vincent; arrival of the birds by the cinematic orchestra; nyc girl by the orion experience; relay by fiona apple; dnd by glaive; sympathy by vampire weekend; december 1963 by frankie valli & the four seasons; and step with me by mika.

if ur thinking ‘h what the fuck’ you & i would b thinking the same thing. i kept adding songs bc im like ‘ah shit what if they hate the one i suggested?’ so i added 2 more. and then yk . i kept adding until my spotify app weirdly refreshed and i took it as a sign from god to stfu and finish the list so !!! that’s what i have !!! i hope ur having a lovely lovely day & that u like at Least one on this list 💓❣️💘🌺💞‼️

i’m gonna tell u what i think of each song BUT i’m putting it under a read more lkdhfbf

1. 3 nights: i realized i’ve actually heard this one BUT not the whole song so it’s ok! i like it it’s v chill v vibey it sounds like streetlights reflecting off a wet road <3 (i am incapable of describing songs with adjectives)

2. emotional: the instrument in the background of this is rly cool idk it’s like. it kinda sounds like hitting spoons on a glass but more musical & almost piano like? i rly like it tho, this song sounds like bright colors & peaches :D

3. honest: this one kinda sounds like one of those ones that makes ur brain go brrrr ‼️ its like. laced w something kfjbjsbfksnv musically it’s not rly my thing but i can appreciate it as a song <3

4. devil i know: i only know one allie x song (can’t stop now) so i wasn’t sure what this would sound like but it’s kinda insane??? the background vocals r so cool i love the humming :0 v sexie nd her voice is so beautiful omg

5. sweet disposition: this feels oddly familiar. i don’t think i’ve heard it tho. it kinda reminds me of say geronimo if u know that one? it sounds like adventure kind of, like it could be used in a travel vlog (complimentary)

6. very nice: aju NICE babababdadadabbabda!!!! i’ve heard this one but i don’t mind listening to it again <3 bop banger etc. good vocals amazing horns in the chorus also if u haven’t seen the choreo i would definitely recommend it it’s so fun

7. moonlight: this is so pretty omg 🥺 i got a mental image of like. sitting on top of a car w someone u love & watching a meteor shower on a clear night. very chill his voice is so lovely

8. rain: ben platt’s voice is gorgeous. this is not the type of music i would have expected from him though??? idk he doesn’t seem like the pop music type of person. i think i prefer some of his other music (cough grow as we go cough) but this is a solid song

9.. home: ive heard this but not since i was like 10 so the nostalgia i got from it,,,, :’) home also sounds like a travel vlog song a bit! i think its the oooohhhhhohohohs in the post chorus (?). this song just reminds me of my childhood i used to hear it all the time on the radio sitting in the backseat <3

10. just friends: I HAVE ALSO HEARD THIS BUT IDK WHERE the beginning played nd i was like wait a minute. OH!! its so nice i love how simple the instrumentals are & jordy has a rly pretty voice as well!! the melody is so addictive as well

halfway done! this is fun<3

11. timebomb: bop?? this could be used in the soundtrack to a romcom tv show directed at teenagers (once again. what are adjectives) it reminds me of when shut up and dance came out nd everyone was obsessed with it.. that was a better time i think

12. cross my heart: headbanging songs > the lyrics to this one r a little basic but thats ok not every song has to have deep profound lyrics that make u feel existential. this is certainly a banger yessir. the ending is cool too i love harmonies

13. shatter me: scawy... the imagery in this is insane "i pirouette in the dark" UM?? this sounds like a movie hello. imagine WAI HISNFVNKDNV THE DROP???? THE VIOLIN?????? i litrally just had to interrupt myself that was not an exaggerated reaction. ANYWAYS i was going to say: the movie scene im imagining is like. it keeps cutting between a girl doing ballet in dark, foggy lighting & a fight scene

14. paris is burning: dark alleyways & vintage movies!!! i enjoyed this more than i expected to? im picturing a girlboss character, maybe a spy? in all black & carrying a purse walking down the street. but she has to be wearing one of those black hats w a veil in the front & a flower on the brim, an ankle-length velvety black coat, & heels that go plonk on the cobblestone

15. arrival of the birds: THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!! OMG! blue skies & green grass at a state park!!! i love it so much actually this went in my healing playlist <333 the way it built up in the best way.. tears

16. nyc girl: ok the guitar in the intro??? this is fuckign music truly one of the most songs ive ever heard. the bass fucks as well i rly like this one :D its so catchy im already bopping nd ik later im gonna b going "im gonna make u ma ha hine"

17. relay: the lyrics are so good???? its not a song that id probably listen to very often just bc its musically not my type of thing BUT i respect it a lot. shes obviously a super talented artist like i looked up the lyrics nd apparently she wrote the repeated line when she was 15??? i love what the song is about!

18. dnd: the production on the vocals is a lil bit strange but i like the song itself if that makes sense. its like mitam where the songs r mixed weirdly but i enjoy the songs anyway? i did think for abt a minute that the title referred to dungeons & dragons tho,, also i just looked up the artist and he is ALSO 15 what the FUCK

19. sympathy: the GUITARRRRR omg omgogmomg!! i rly love the whole intro like the first 30 seconds r just *chefs kiss*. OOH bass solo sexyyyyy i love prominent bass :D the instrumentals r really nice too & it reminds me of like. a heist? like a found family of thieves. this song would play as they were breaking into a museum or smth

20. december 1963: GROOVY! simply a fkin tune idk dude like this IS fun nd makes me think of roadtrips during the summer & also of walking along a dock in a harbor under the moonlight. very much floaty yellow dress vibes this song is just a mood booster

21. step with me: domestic. domesticity. thats it. no but the chorus is rly nice omg i like the melody!!! its so cute too the lyrics r so wholesome.. this sounds like an old couple thats been married for 50 years dancing to the radio in their kitchen <333 life goals

#thank u for so much new music !!!!#i need to organize my bangers playlist it’s so messy like there’s EVERYthing in there #asks #h 🕊

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hs-devote · 4 years

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16. W O M A N

Moodboard // Content // Masterlist

Disclaimer:

All characters and situation in this story are fictitious. Resemblance to any person living or dead is only God knows.

Previous chapter; In his daydream, he saw them in black and white standing on the altar – staring at each other deeply. Ignoring all eyes on them. He saw himself lifting her veil once the priest announced them officially as a married couple, and kissing her so dearly. He saw the night skies were so clear and they were dancing under the starry night, barefoot in the soft sand. The sound of wild waves being their music for dancing all night long until their feet hurt. He saw them being the happiest couple and life happily until eternity.Was that what he wants?

16. WOMAN

The reception had just begun when they made an appearance. Clementia who was sitting beside Anne, immediately snickered her brother when their mother was unaware of their presence. The young lady squinted her eyes with arms being folded, her body leaned a little to Harry.

“Where were you?”

“Playing with the waves over there,” Harry said while undoing his jacket suit and putting it behind his chair, “We don’t miss anything, right?”

“You missed the entrance and now it’s speech time.”

“H, I just realise I didn’t see Lucas the whole time. Did he come?” Y/N asked curiously, eyes looking at the table where Mandy and her mother sat across.

"He couldn't make it since he has a business meeting in Greece and that has to do with Erskine's situation now. I feel bad but he insisted. He couldn't cancel it either so we had no choice." He murmured, "I think I should give him a reward for that."

Y/N just nodded before turning her head to the new married couple in the front who’s listening to their friend’s speech. And again, Harry’s focus wasn’t on the couple. However, he had a dreamy stare to Y/N. He was just thinking about his future, with her.

He wanted a future with her, of course. He couldn’t imagine someone else. He wanted her. Only her.

In his mind, he couldn’t understand why he was so whipped, having his fingers wrapped around her.

Then, his mind rolled to where when she played with his nieces and nephews back then in Manchester. How good and gentle she was with them. How the kids adored her. He could see how loving she would towards their future children.

God, just thinking like that made him blush.

He blinked when the food was served, he didn't even realise his hand was holding a glass of Pinot. He wasn't aware that much missed a lot of things to think about what he wanted with Y/N for the future. He even missed the speech and toast for sake!

"H? Are you okay? You were spacing out a lot lately?" Y/N asked in concern after Harry rubbed her face. Honestly, she felt a little guilty for not paying a bit of attention to her boyfriend since her eyes focused on the new married couple in front.

“I'm fine, baby. Don't worry.” He kissed her cheek, “You just look so beautiful tonight. I'm overwhelmed.”

She scoffed softly, trying to hide the red tinge on her cheeks. “Don't be spacing out again. We still have dancing, and the bouquet toss!”

He frowned, “Oh. They already cut the cake?”

“Just look at your plate, H.”

Y/N laughed when Harry patted his forehead after he looked down. Feeling stupid for missed a lot of time. Sighing, he played the fork, “Why do I feel stupid?”

“This is the first time I heard Harry admits that he's stupid.” Clementia piped in while propping her chin with hands, glancing at her brother. “What a confession.”

“Heyy...” he squinted his eyes, “Don't be rude.”

His little sister only stuck out her tongue before digging into her food, rolling her eyes when she saw her brother shook his head to her.

“Uncle Hawwy!”

A familiar little voice disturbed him a little when he was enjoying his food. And it was a pet peeve for him if someone disturbed him when he was eating. But, exceptions for Y/N, Anne, and Clementia. This little girl was also an exception. She was a child after all, and Harry loved her no matter what.

"Hi, Lucy." He smiled after wiping his mouth, looking down at his niece who was standing beside his chair. The sweet little girl looked cute in a periwinkle sundress and flower crown sitting on her head. He immediately picked her up and let her sat down on his thigh.

“Why are you alone? Where's mummy and daddy?” he asked while holding the child from falling over.

Lucy clapped her hands, “Mummy with Peter and.. and I asked daddy if I could see you and daddy said yes!”

“Mummy is with Peter? How's him, Lu?”

Peter was Lucy's little brother. The second child of Lisa and Thomas was born last month and Harry and Y/N couldn't come to see him the day he was born because of work. Both of them just met the baby boy last night when having dinner together.

"Peter sleeps much, I can't play with him yet. Mummy said Peter has to go to sleep soon and I come here before I go back." Lucy rambled softly, her tiny fingers were playing with Harry's ring.

“I think Uncle Harry is happy to see you now, Lu.” Y/N joined the conversation, “You're his favourite little girl!”

Lucy nodded frantically, “I'm happy too! And.. and uncle Harry is my favourite!”

“Oh, Lucy..” Harry beamed, “I think Daddy is calling you, Lu. Look over there!”

The little girl looked in the direction Harry was pointing out, saw her father waving his hand to her. For a moment, Lucy looked up to Harry before getting off his lap and running toward her father. Not forgetting she kissed her favourite uncle's cheek.

“Cutie pie,” Harry mumbled before digging back to his food.

“Just like her uncle.” Y/N replied.

“Like me, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrow playfully while Y/N just rolled her eyes, shushed him off. Dinner was quick but everything was amazing. Harry was so full and all he did just leaned back in his chair, seeing Kelly and David getting ready for their first dance.

"You ate a lot tonight. Don't forget to work out." Y/N teased him while her palm rubbing his clothed stomach. She knew Harry didn't like it when his stomach bloated. If he felt his stomach isn't what he wants, he would freak out and immediately rush to work out. He kept his stomach toned in perfect shape, yet his hips were a little pudgy.

He leaned into her, whispering something unthinkable. "Does sex count as work out?"

Horny much, I see.. her inner goddess winked smugly

"Yes, it both makes you sweat. But, no." She snorted, pinching his bicep before returning to see the bride and groom dancing in the centre. A small smile drew out from her lips when the band played a familiar song from Christina Perri. A song that was a movie soundtrack, a mainstream one but still held its own meaning especially at a wedding like this. The scene in front of her was beautiful. Kelly and her husband couldn't help their smile and their happiness radiated all around. They always kissed each other whenever they had the chance. When it came to the father daughter's dance, the mood turned into an emotional one even Y/N also teared up when Kelly smiled softly while wiping her father's happy tears.

Eventually, all the wedding guests came down to the floor. The band still playing slow romantic songs before later changing to a faster tempo. Harry, of course, didn't want to miss the opportunity.

“May I have this dance, my lady?”

Y/N looked at her boyfriend reach out a hand to her. She looked up a little to look at him then smiling and took his hand, “Of course, my lord.”

Standing up from her chair, she let Harry led her to the dance floor. Good thing the dance floor was big enough and there weren't many guests, so they could move quite freely without having to bump to someone else. Harry instantly wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist once they got there while she put her hands around his neck. As if the cue, the band played one of Harry's favourite songs all the time. He hummed softly to the rhythm, pressing their forehead together.

When I first saw you, I saw love And the first time you touched me, I felt love

Both of them began to sway to the music, with eyes now staring at each other. Maybe people didn't see or pay attention. Harry sang the song to her in a small voice, with his eyes still stared at her lovingly. Y/N swooned, making her rest her head against his neck while the man continued to hum the song in her ear.

She felt the goosebumps when her boyfriend hit the chorus with his surprisingly beautiful voice, closing her eyes as she felt her back being rubbed. Y/N never knew Harry could sing this beautifully, making her remember the first time she heard Harry hummed to the song in the car for the first time they went out for a meeting together. And she thought if Harry didn't become a businessman, he could become a singer or artist. He was handsome, charming, kind, and had a nice voice. Almost the perfect package.

I'm so glad we made it Look how far we've come my baby

She snuggled deeper into his neck when he hit the last lyric. Sighed happily feeling his lips kissing her earlobe. Harry grinned when she kissed his cheek after they let go of each other.

"That was beautiful, H." She stroked his cheek, "Thank you."

“Thank you, darling.” He hummed, “I don't even realise we're barefoot.”

“Oh?” Y/N instantly looked down, only to find their foot in nothing but naked, with matching nude nail polish.

“We're in the beach, so..” she shrugged, “I want to take a drink. Do you want one?”

Harry refused, then letting her to find the nearest stall. As far as she could see, Y/N only found some alcoholic drinks yet she just wanted something light. She just hoped Harry didn't wait too long since she had to walk a bit away from the dance floor. Lucky for her, she immediately found a non-alcoholic bar. Among the beverages offered, she chose watermelon mocktail.

Even though she wasn't close to the dance floor, she could still see Harry from a distance. He was talking with his cousin, laughing and joking around. Ignoring the people behind him who were ready because the DJ started playing fast-paced songs.

“Y/N?”

Her head turned to the voice that called her. The gentle voice was very recognisable yet began to fade in her memory.

“Elliott?”

There he was. Standing in front of her, as confused as she was. Elliot was her previous boyfriend. The one who broke up with her because he was bored; she was boring to him. The man also wore a suit, which means he was also the wedding guest – not just a regular hotel guest. Y/N didn't expect to meet him again after more than a year from their last encounter.

Flexing her jaw, she didn't know what to say. She was too surprised to meet him again. All she did was looking at him with a disbelieving stare.

“How are you, Y/N? I haven't seen you in a long time.” Elliott smiled, looking at his ex-girlfriend in front of him.

Y/N forced a smile, nodding slightly. “Erm.. I'm fine. I didn't know you were.. invited?”

“David is my co-worker,” he nodded, “How about you? Which one is your.. friend?”

She put the glass to the empty space next to her, feeling a bit weird to see Elliott being nice to her. The last time they met, he was very annoying and selfish. Now, he was being good with her – made the situation a bit awkward.

“Kelly is my.. friend?”

Well, she wasn't sure. Kelly was her boyfriend's cousin and both of them only met once on Harry's birthday. It was the best answer, for now, she didn't want Elliott knew too much about her life.

Elliott laughed, "The world is so narrow, huh? And we were being met again here. It seems the universe really wants us to reunite."

“We don't know how the world works, do we?” she drew a nervous laugh, “It's nice to see you again, Elliott. But, I have to go now.”

Y/N hadn't gotten chance to get far away yet and her hands were held back by him, making her stumble a bit. He pulled her back in front of him, his hand still holding her wrist. She took a glance before glaring at him.

“Where are you going? The night is still going on.” Elliott scoffed, hands gripping her tightly.

Carefully, she tried to loose from his grip but it did nothing. His hand was too tight on her. She couldn't stay be here any longer, leaving Harry alone and making him worry. He must be looking for her now.

“I'm sorry Elliott but I have to go now. I can't leave my bo–”

“Oh, c'mon, Y/N! We can ditch this shit and go to my room.” He sneered, “I miss you. And we–”

“Darling?”

His voice made her froze. A second later she felt a familiar arm wrapped around her waist. Without tilting her head, Y/N knew that Harry was now standing beside her. She could see Harry's fingers releasing her wrist from Elliott's grip.

“That's not how you treat a woman, mate.” He spoke. His voice was deep and firm. It was very clear he didn't like how rude Elliott was to his girlfriend. Y/N didn't know that Harry had been watching them from the beginning. He thought they know each other so he let them be. But, he started to feel strange when his girlfriend showed an uncomfortable face.

Elliott grunted, “He's my ex-girlfriend. It's none of your business, dude.”

Squinting his eyes, Harry gave him a pouty face with an arched eyebrow. He remembered Y/N once told him about her previous boyfriend. The one who was bored with her. It didn't occur to him that he would meet this man here. He admitted Elliott had a good face but was very far from his attitude earlier.

“You're her ex-boyfriend and I'm her boyfriend. And it's crystal clear if you're rude to her, it becomes my concern.” He deadpanned, “And that wasn't nice to force her to go to your hotel room if she wasn't interested.”

“You're dating him, Y/N?” Elliott asked her arrogantly, “You're dating a rich spoiled brat and become a gold digger? And not forget he's also a porn star. Do you know he has a sex tape with a sexy model?”

Y/N snapped her face, throwing a death glare to her pathetic ex-boyfriend. How come he did say such a thing of her? Of Harry?

That was crossing a line and reminded her that Elliott was still Elliott. He would never change. For a bit moment, she questioned her ignorance a little for having a relationship with this kind of man back then.

“You have no right to speak like that, Elliott,” pointing her finger at his face, she emphasized every her words, “Forget what we ever had. No more chance for us.”

Elliott rolled his eyes, “I'm sure if you're not dating him, you'll definitely want to come back to me. Rich men like him will get bored easily and will just throw you away, even if you beg for his dick, he won't look at you again.”

The situation got even more uncomfortable when Y/N felt Harry clenching his fist behind her back. She must quickly separate the two of them before it's too late. She didn't want Marcel to come and beat the shit of her ex-boyfriend out. She didn't want chaos just because of this problem and ruin someone's wedding.

“And I think he would prefer his dick being deep in those models' cunt than you. I bet they're tastier than yours too, Y/N.. and eventually left you behind.” He shrugged, “Besides, he'll fall into poverty because if I heard correctly, many of your clients ran away.” then he turned his head to Harry, “Is that right, Mr Styles?

It happened so fast but Y/N could still prevent it. Harry was clenching his teeth, hands grabbed Elliott's collar rough and tightly. He pulled his now enemy to him closer, staring fixedly like an eagle. “Watch your mouth or else, I'll do something you'll regret.”

"Harry, please. He's not worth your energy." She murmured in his ear, guiding his hand to let go of Elliott. Harry let go of him with a slight feel of hesitant. After all, this rotten man wasn't that important.

“Don't ever show your face in front of us anymore, Elliott.” Taking Harry's hand, she pulled him away. “C'mon, H.”

Y/N wasn't sure about the person she's dragging away now. This could be Marcel, or Harry. One thing she noticed, his voice became heavier and deeper when he bluffed Elliott, also his pronunciation became faster. However, Marcel wouldn't just listen to her. He would beat Elliott right then and there. She definitely would miss the dance only to make sure her boyfriend was okay. Ignoring the guests rocking to the beat of the song.

“Are you okay?” she asked gently, hands rubbing his shoulder. They have returned to their table. Anne and Clementia weren't in there. When her eyes were searching for them, the mother and daughter were dancing with the guests. Mandy and her mother, who also joined in their table, weren't also nowhere to be found.

"I'm fine." That's all Harry answered her. The man seemed calmer than before making her let out a relieved breath. But, when they looked at each other, it wasn't Harry that she saw. She was staring at Marcel now with his familiar darker eyes. For a second, she wondered why Marcel could be this calm. Where's Harry? Was he too weak?

Y/N couldn't show Marcel immediately that she knew he wasn't Harry. She had to pretend that she thought Harry was there. She didn't want to, if Marcel knew that she realised he wasn't her boyfriend, would be another issue tonight.

If Marcel played along as Harry, she would too.

“I think we can join them on the dance floor over there?” Marcel spoke out of nowhere while pointing at the crowd with his chin. Y/N was a little surprised of that because Marcel wouldn't normally do that kind of normal thing. She wanted to go down dancing with people honestly, but it seemed better if they're staying here. The dance floor was too full after all.

“The most I want to do that, there's no place for us there. Too full of people.” She refused calmly, “But, I'm up for the bouquet toss.”

"Do you really want those flowers? I can buy them for you without having to fight with other women, you know." He shrugged, thanking a butler after pouring him a Gin.

"A bouquet toss has a special meaning, H. That's why a woman will likely to fight each other for the bouquet. But, I'm not like that. If I got that, so it be. And if I didn't get that, no problem." She smiled, not only realising Marcel thanking the butler also his sweet gesture offering to buy a flower for her.

Y/N wondered how long Marcel would be there. All he did was nothing but nice and sweet to her. It wasn't like usual Marcel. However, if he could be nice like this, no emotion he was feeling right now, right? And why couldn't Harry come back soon?

"They're getting ready for the toss. Do you want to go upfront?" Marcel asked before sipping his drink, eyes staring deeply at her. Deep down inside of him, he shook his head of how easy for him to fool her now.

If he knew Y/N knew...

“Sure.”

Y/N once again flattered when Marcel stood up and accompanied her closer to the bride who was ready to do the toss. Many women stood behind Kelly, taking a swing so they could get the flower. Everyone cheered as the bride tossed the bouquet and who would have thought Harry, or Marcel, got it. He instantly gave it to Y/N, making her giggle and reflexively gave him a quick peck on the cheek as a thank. Even she didn't expect the bouquet to fall into her boyfriend's hands.

After the bouquet toss, the DJ back at played the music, making everyone dance and rocking to the rhythm again. No a different from the couple. Since Marcel was nice to her tonight, Y/N thought of treating him a dance together remembering earlier he was like asking her to dance. It was better since the elders have started to leave the place considering the night was getting late. There weren't too many people there, and the youths became more even wild as the hours got late.

Right after the bride and groom announcing their exit. Marcel asked Y/N to ditch the party since he was getting bored. She agreed eventually and thinking they were going to call it the night. But, suddenly the thought of Marcel being the one who would sleep next to her tonight spinning around her head. She didn’t know when Harry could get his place back. However, they didn’t return to their room. Marcel pulled her toward the lobby and stepping a foot into a bar that was still open. Not many visitors there, only a few since it was already midnight.

“I thought we were going to rest?” Y/N asked when sitting at the barstool, her hand put the bouquet beside her.

Marcel shrugged while rolling up his sleeves to elbows, made his tattooed left arm visible in stark contrast to his ink-clean right arm. “I couldn’t drink too much in there, so I’ll be indulging here.”

She understood what he meant. Marcel wanted to get drunk, which she didn't know if this was a bad idea or not. All she knew, she couldn't stop him yet she had to be careful not to get drunk too.

“Can I get Tequila, please? And… what do you want?” Marcel asked when a bartender came to them. But, he beat her first and instantly ordered the same thing before she gave the answer. It only took a moment for the bartender to come with their drinks. Now, two glass of Tequila served in front of them.

“This is straight Tequila.” Y/N mumbled, watching Marcel sipped his Tequila.

“I don’t remember ordering another drink, darling.” His sarcastic comment made her rolled her eyes, “The best Tequila comes from Mexico. Do it straight, don’t mix. That’s how you drink it.” He added afterwards, looking over Y/N who still had her eyes fixated on him.

Y/N chuckled before taking a sip of hers. The burning rich and tastier carried the aftertaste, she could drink this a lot but she chose not tonight. As if Marcel could read her mind, the man smirked and went back to order another one for the two of them. He wanted to get a little bit tipsy tonight and no one could stop him.

“I have one thing I’m curious about, you know?” Y/N sighed after downed another one. Her eyes watching the third glass Marcel had finished, she didn’t even remember how many times Marcel had ordered the same kind of alcohol.

“About what?” he asked, his hand now pouring Casa Noble from its bottle to his shot. One thing she learned, Marcel would go hard for Tequila. He didn’t order another alcoholic drink, only Tequila caught his eye.

“You were mad earlier, but Marcel didn’t show up.” She tested the water, “Even if he shows up, I’m sure he would beat Elliott.”

“That’s the thing Marcel will do, darling. He would never let those who upset him roam free.” Marcel played softly. Really really soft. It was like not Marcel who was usually full of emotion, he sounded so gentle and dignified. Like her Harry.

She missed Harry, and didn’t know until when Marcel would pretend like this. If she didn’t look carefully through his darker eyes, she would think that this was Harry. Maybe she should even be more vigilant since Marcel was smart to trick everyone. She also didn’t know, how much time she spent with him where she thought it was Harry.

“Are you sure?” she challenged him, “I think Marcel also has a soft spot despite the anger he always showed?” her eyes now stared deadly at him, smirking silently as she sipped her drink – watching how Marcel looked a little disturbed.

“Marcel grew out of feeling angry. Why he might have a certain soft spot?” he scoffed, “He would laugh at himself if that happened.”

“I don’t know. Maybe something made him change or would change. But, I don’t know him so I can’t talk much.”

“Let’s not talk about him.” He murmured before taking another shot, “It made me uncomfortable.”

To be honest, Marcel didn't want to talk about it just so that Y/N wouldn't get suspicious. Harry would have done the same if his girlfriend kept talking about someone who was burdening his life. He enjoyed his current place and didn't want things to fall apart because of the few words that may be slipped. He still didn't want to let Harry back. He loved Y/N's company and didn't want it to end yet since almost he never had a civil conversation with a stranger.

A stranger?

No, Y/N wasn’t a stranger. She was more than that.

The conversation kept going, both of them had no idea how much the drink got into their body. Y/N also didn’t really remember what they were talking about because she was already getting tipsy. But, what was clear, they talked like normal friends.

"That's enough. You've had too much. Let's go back." She spoke while preventing Marcel who was about to down another. He was already intoxicated, and she didn't want to take any bigger risks. Enough for her to let Marcel do whatever he wants.

"That was good." Marcel hummed, not revolting when Y/N pulled his hand. He just stunned when he saw she asked for the bill. His subconscious mind told him to give her his credit card knowing how expensive that shit. He grinned after she returned his card with a pouty face, thanking the bartender, and dragged him out the bar.

Walking back to their room was quite time-consuming. It was one at midnight, the atmosphere was a bit spooky plus the whole road was only lit by dim lights with towering trees on either side of them. They could have asked the hotel staff to drive them in a golf cart, but who was still awake in the middle of darkness like this?

Drunk Marcel wasn't so different from Harry. He was more clingy and touchy to her, not doing anything funny – silently holding her hand. His free hand swayed her bouquet back and forth, with sometimes smelling the freshness of the flowers. When they arrived, Y/N led him to go first and let the man threw himself onto the soft mattress and the bouquet was just put in the foyer floor.

“I’ll clean up first. And you, don’t fall asleep before changing.” She poked his cheek before disappearing behind the bathroom door. Marcel got up before shaking his head, removing the suit jacket and tossed it into the nearest chair. He frowned after realising that his girlfriend hadn’t come out of the bathroom after thirty minutes. Right before he went to check on her, the bathroom door opened and showed Y/N wrapped only in a white fluffy towel.

“I forget where I put the bathrobe,” she smiled shyly, “you go next.”

Without a word, Marcel rose up and immediately went into the bathroom. When he walked by her, he couldn’t lie the spark desire when his eyes stole a little glance at the woman. Her fresh showered skin looked smooth and inviting, that’s what made him burning inside.

No one to blame but the drink..

It didn't take long for him to take a shower. When he exited the bathroom already with grey thin shirt and black boxer. His eyes caught Y/N's figure standing in front of the bed rubbing body butter on her leg. If she knew, he was thinking something dirty of her when he was showering. Imagining how sweet her against him.

Screw that.

Y/N’s heart leapt when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She sighed as Marcel sniffed her neck, her fingertips rubbing his knuckles. Flinching a bit when he peppered a kiss down her throat.

“You’re like a ghost,” she whispered, “startling me.”

Marcel didn’t say anything yet still feeling the delicate of her skin, hands began to fondle her sides. Y/N couldn’t think straight, the drink she had earlier still left a strong effect on him. Maybe she wasn’t as drunk as him, but her mind was already digressing. She knew he wasn’t Harry, she wanted to refuse him but her body told otherwise. Just by kissing her throat, he managed to make her wet.

“H..”

Marcel smirked, scoffing silently at how innocent this woman who was enjoying his touch. He just hummed, running down his finger underneath her panties. His smile was smug, bragging about how fast he made Y/N wet down there. She choked after his fingers pinching her clit, toying them and flicking afterwards. Her body jolted and before she knew, he flipped her body around and smashing their lips together. Her hands instantly tugging his shirt as his fingers working on her nude bralette.

Both of them didn't exchange a word, only their clicking tongues be the sound of their night. Marcel's eyes hungrily looked at Y/N' naked body, didn't wait too long to make him take the woman slammed on the mattress. It was like her lips now was an addiction for him, making him quickly hovering her with just in his boxer. To Y/N, she couldn't think of anything else. All she knew was how the lust consumed her, missing his touch every time her skin losing the warmth of his.

While Y/N smelt sweet like a peach, thanks to the toothpaste, Marcel was more fresh mint. He had no idea how could she get peach-scented toothpaste. It was new, yet refreshing.

She moaned in pleasure as their tongue collided together, whimpering afterwards when his hot tongue dragged down to her chest, paused briefly at her breasts to sucked them, then down to her belly. He began to bite down until he arrived at his destination. His saliva already drooling his tongue, making her sigh when the wet sensation touching her belly button down until her centre.

Marcel wasted no time to teasing her bundle of nerve with his tongue, while his both palms rubbing her nipple. She cried out as her body trembling, hands squeezed the crisp white sheet. She didn't even aware how long Marcel been working down there, her body felt like in flame and sweat started to pour down her temple. Gasping harshly, she squinted her eyes when the two fingers were rolling in and out of her.

"Oh my god.." her voice was torn between pleasure and wanting to stop. Her common-sense cursed herself for grant Marcel fuck her, but she seemed unable to control what her body wanted and needed.

Him.

“You’re so tight.” Marcel grunted on her inner thigh, mouth sucking the skin until red mark left. His fingers still stimulating her, ensuring she was wet enough before his length balls deep on her. He knew how much she and Harry had sex, and they were both pretty wild with the intercourse. When her cunt felt tight in his fingers, he was pleased.

God damn, she felt so good.

His hands now flew to hold her thighs, spreading them open – gripping her ankles roughly while he spat on her cunt, letting his saliva added the wetness before he licked them.

“Ah! Ah!”

Her sobbing pleasure made Marcel motivated more to faster his tongue movement on her. His hands gripped her ankles even more to stay still. Y/N choked on her breath, back arching – the sensation was too much. She brought her eyes to look down, finding Marcel ravishing her cunt, cried even more when her clit being bitten.

“Love it, baby?” he hummed, kissing her clit.

Nodding, she threw her head back when he nudged her opening with his nose, "Yes, yes.."

“Glad to hear.”

All of sudden, she gasped when Marcel pulled her – flipping her body with her ass high in the air. Her body weight was supported by elbows resting on the mattress, forehead pressing the pillow. She blinked her eyes when he put Harry’s cross necklace on her, leaving the pendant dangling between her breast. She flinched as his skinny fingers teasing her hard nipple purposely.

“My goddess,” he whispered, “the beautiful sin.”

“Ah!” she hissed right after he slapped her bum cheeks, but the stinging was nothing than the lust on her. She gulped when Marcel running his member up and down her cunt, testing her patience.

“How does it feel?” he teased her, “Just one push and you’ll be in the heaven.”

“Yes, yes. Give me that, please.”

“Beg for me, darling.” He hummed, ducked his head down – biting her left bum cheek, “And I’ll give that to you.”

“Please, please. I want it,” she mewled, “I’m aching.”

“You’re aching? Poor baby,” he cooed, “fine then.”

Marcel slowly thrust his member into her, holding it gently to make it easier. So painfully slow, made Y/N whined yet gasping for air since it felt so good. He sighed in relief after he was buried deep on her. Both of them said nothing, only their harsh and panting breath on the air before Marcel pulled out in slow and thrusting sloppily.

“Oh! Oh!” her eyes rolled back at how rough he was fucking her. His pace was sloppy and hard, their skin slapping together angrily. He grasped her hips roughly, squeezing them hard.

“Love it, baby? Love it hard and rough, yeah? Just like this, huh?” he cooed, slapping her bum cheek again. His teeth nipped her hips before holding her back head.

“Yes, yes. Oh my god,” she panted, “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

“I am, darling. I am. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make you good.”

“Harder, please. Harder…” Y/N begged, her eyes squinting together. She sobbed in lust before burying her face into the pillow as Marcel fastened his move.

“Baby loves to go hard, does she? Baby is such a good girl, clenching around me, yeah?”

But, the fun didn’t end there.

Marcel straight away pulled out his length, slamming her body swiftly so she laid on her back. Y/N saw he pumped his pride quickly before broke into her cunt. She moaned loudly of the feeling, arching her back and pushing her leg resting on his shoulder. Her creeping hands pulled Harry’s face, smacking their lips together with their lower body part working together, and her legs now resting around his waist. The man hungrily kissed her while his hands kneading her sensitive breasts.

“Yes, yes.. oh yes..” her gasping voice managed him even more brutal, his dick now was hard and fast. Fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. Her next sentence caught him off guard, making him smirk in soaring ego even more.

“Marcel..”

While Marcel fucked her with ego, Y/N herself didn't realise what she was saying. She let the lust over her. The euphoria was thick and high, and she just let her body did the work. And of course, Marcel took advantage of her.

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howggswouldreact · 4 years

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🎼 You Are the Music in Me | Chuu

Request: Hi! Can i request a high school!au with loona’s Chuu where she and the reader are in the same music class. Chuu has a crush on the reader, and when they’re paired up for a project they start hanging out after-school etc. (e.g something like Chuu’s web drama: Dating Class)

Plot: Jiwoo has music class with her crush, Reader. The teacher put them paired up in a project and their feelings grow stronger as they spend some time together.

Words: 3,809

Genre: fluff, high school!au

Notes: i am in love with it! !aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! enjoy your reading!

Walking down the halls of the school towards the rectangular room hugging her notebook was something Jiwoo was already used to. Her black shoes already knew the path naturally as they hit the smooth beige and somewhat slippery floor. There were few people heading in that direction; most were going on Spanish or Geography classes, and they would be just a little bit late. But Jiwoo knew you would be there.

Her hand reached for the doorknob and she slowly opened the door, realizing that you were already with the teacher, both with your respective guitars. You were very focused and didn't notice Jiwoo's arrival. She closed the door, went to one of the last chairs in the room and sat down, all in a very quiet way so as not to bother you. She knew you were improving a lot on the guitar, every day you arrived early because the teacher knew your potential.

And every day Jiwoo arrived early to be able to see you for a while and, who knows, to talk a little more with you, always using music as an excuse to start it. It was a beautiful day, she realized as she looked out of the room's large window decorated with musical symbols made of cardboard and hand painted in black.

"You are getting better in fingerstyle, Y/N. I am really proud of you, keep practicing.", the teacher said, praising your effort and realizing that you were really dedicated to the lessons.

"Thank you." you said, smiling and getting up to take a seat while the other students arrived.

Everyone sat in different places and you sat next to Jiwoo, turning to her, still smiling and supporting the guitar on the wall behind you.

"Hey, how are you?", you asked. "Writing new songs?" you pointed to her notebook.

Jiwoo gave one of those huge smiles that would even make ice melt. She was genuinely happy that you were talking to her.

"Yes. I'm just having a little trouble finding a melody."

"What are they about? And if you want, we can work on it together."

"They are about-"

"Hello, guys. Can I have your attention?", the teacher asked, interrupting Jiwoo and everyone turned to him, silently. "Great. As you know, I like to propose different activities for you throughout the classes. And, as this class is already fixed, I know I can bring you good tasks, since you are such dedicated students.", some clapped their hands and everyone agreed. "So I had this idea for the end of this semester's project: covers."

Everyone was excited about the professor's idea. That was really cool, wasn't it? Everyone doing covers of different songs, who doesn't like covers?

"So, I'm going to divide you into pairs and one person from each pair will come to my table...", he turned, took a hat. "And will take a paper from inside this hat. Each one contains a different song. There are famous soundtracks, classical music, pop music, etc. I want this duo cover to have your identity, the signature of your art, together. Shall we start? ", he looked across the room and started forming pairs.

You approached Jiwoo, leaning on her table.

"Imagine this: Dowoon and his duo take a paper that has some Whiplash¹ music. It would be great, wouldn't it?", you said, excited.

"It would be awesome. But I'm a little worried, what if the teacher joins two vocalists?"

"Ah, he won't do that.", you said, quietly. "I'm sure he will bring the right people together."

"Y/N.", the teacher said, making you look up. "What do you think about being a Jiwoo duo, since you've been talking since the beginning of class?", your faces flushed. "Okay, one of you come over here, time to find out what song it will be."

You got up, gave Jiwoo an embarrassed smile, and went to your teacher. He held his hat full of small folded papers and all the students in the room were anxious to know which song would be selected.

You put your hand on the bottom of the hat and took what you believed was the last folded paper. You pulled it out and unfolded it. You gave a light laugh, not believing that the teacher selected that song to be part of the project.

"Say the name of the song.", some student said.

"Ahm... You Are the Music in Me, from High School Musical 2."

Some students laughed, others were a little jealous. But that had been unexpected. If the first song selected had been part of a teen musical, many surprises were hidden in that hat. The teacher smiled at you and asked you to sit down.

You went back to your chair and handed the paper to Jiwoo.

"Fortunately my partner has an incredible voice. Ready to perform with me, Jiwoo Montez?"

"Yes, I am, Y/N Bolton!", she replied, excitedly.

But in fact, Jiwoo was in a mix of excitement and nervousness. Having you as a partner for this project could be one of her greatest wishes, but it was also something that made her afraid. What if she screwed it up? What if she ruined the whole project that you seemed so excited to start? Anyway, Jiwoo would do anything to make this duet perfect. She was getting what she wanted: spending more time with you.

While she smiled, hiding her nervousness, her fingers tightened on the sides of the composition book. All of her songs were there. And they were all about you.

"So you're going to sing a High School Musical song, a romantic song, and you are really trying to convince me that this doesn't sound like a cliché musical romance movie?"

Jiwoo sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, all right, Hyejoo! It looks like a musical romance movie cliché."

"I knew it. Come on, look at you, she texted hello and you're already excited."

Jiwoo and Hyejoo, her friend, reached their school lockers with red doors that stood side by side and opened them.

"I like Y/N.", Jiwoo said, taking out her geography book. "You understand what I mean, you're at the theater club because of Chaewon, not because you love acting."

"Hey! Speak louder, I don't think they heard you in Canada yet!", Hyejoo got angry.

"But you understand what I'm saying because you feel the same way. Y/N texting me, being my partner on a project and saying hello to me... this is a lot and... she's so amazing.", Jiwoo closed the locker’s door and was startled.

"Jesus Christ!", Hyejoo almost shouted.

You were leaning against the wall next to her with a smile on your face and holding the books for your next class.

"Good morning!", you said to the two of them and then turned only to Jiwoo. "I found the perfect place to rehearse. Before lunch, I'll pick you up. Class of...", you looked at her book. "Geography. I'll be waiting for you at the door, will you go?"

Jiwoo nodded. You said goodbye and she turned to Hyejoo, her eyes wide with concern.

"Do you think she heard me?"

"It would be surprising if she didn't."

You picked her up at the classroom door and you went to the place that would be great for practicing when you couldn’t do it at home. You learned from another student that, for some bizarre reason, the acoustics were perfect behind the gym's bleachers. When you arrived, you sat down on the floor and started talking.

"We have a month for that. I think it's a good time to develop a good cover.", you said, taking out from your backpack your notebook and a pencil. "Any idea?"

"I was thinking about being a cover more of the voice and guitar type, you know?"

"This is great, very natural and suits us. I think trying to use other instruments would get in the way. And your voice is very good, it will hold everyone's attention.", you praised her.

"Hey, don't say those things.", Jiwoo scolded you, cheeks flushed.

"It's just the truth."

"But you will sing with me, right? It's a duet..."

"Ahm...", you weren't sure about that. "It's just that I don't know if it will sound good..."

"We practice together, I help you, okay?"

You nodded.

Jiwoo was feeling so good, every time she was in your presence it was as if her heart had finally found some peace. For Jiwoo, you were the personification of the most beautiful song.

"What if it was like... fingerstyle?", you suggested.

"It looks great to me. I heard the teacher praising you while playing, I know you got better with it."

You were a little embarrassed but you smiled at her, thanking her. You talked for a little while longer and decided it would be cool to rehearse after school too. The next day would be Saturday so you would go to her house with your guitar and it would be a very productive day for training the song and for you two to get along.

With the end of classes, you decided to take Jiwoo to her house, so you would know where she lived. Luckily, she didn't live very far from you, not even from school, so you could walk and it wouldn't take too long to arrive. When you left her at the door, you said goodbye with a hug.

Jiwoo entered and went straight to her bedroom. She dropped her backpack on the floor and threw herself on the bed, like a girl in love. But that was exactly what she was: a girl in love with you.

She hugged the pillow, remembering the hug that had happened just a few minutes ago and remembered the compliment you gave to her voice. She kept smiling for a long time.

Saturday came and brought an afternoon of clear skies and fresh wind. You texted Jiwoo, telling her you were going to her house, and anxiety took over her heart. Would you like her bedroom? She arranged everything, even though everything had been organized since the previous day. She prepared snacks for you, left the notebook and pencil nearby for you to write down the ideas in case they came up and waited for you.

When the doorbell rang, she practically ran to the door and opened it for you. You came in with your guitar, introduced yourself to her parents and you went up to the room, excited to start rehearsing.

"Being honest, it’s been a long time since I listened to this song, I had to keep listening to remember the lyrics.", you confessed, laughing.

"Me too, it seems that I knew nothing but the chorus."

Jiwoo told you to sit on the bed and you sat down, she sat next to you and you took the guitar, tuning it quickly while she warmed up her voice.

"You have a beautiful voice, Jiwoo. I am delighted every time I hear you."

She smiled at you, melting your heart. And you started to rehearse.

You decided that the song should stay calm until the end, like a ballad, and when you started the first chords, Jiwoo noticed that you were playing in the appropriate tone for her voice. Did you pay so much attention to her or was it simply because she had warmed up in front of you and you noticed it at that moment? Ah, she didn't want to be fantasizing in her head, but it was impossible. She was in love with you.

After a long time rehearsing and adjusting some things, improving a way of playing a chord or another, remembering the lyrics together, you thought it would be cool to take a break.

"Do you want to eat something? An ice cream, cookies, sandwich...", Jiwoo offered, sliding her hands on her jeans, trying not to look so nervous in your presence.

"I think I will accept the ice cream, Jiwoo."

She went to the kitchen and you stayed in her room, you could see how that room had all her energy and personality concentrated so perfectly. There were pictures of her with her friends, pieces of music written on post-its spread over a single wall and you got up so you could read them better. Everything vibrated there, a positive energy that emanated with strength, making you feel good, just as Jiwoo's presence did.

On the desk, there was a picture of her with her parents and also her notebook of compositions. You knew you shouldn't get it without her permission and you didn't. You would wait her to come back. But when she came back, you ended up talking about other things while eating chocolate ice cream and the notebook was still left on her desk.

The weeks passed and the bond between you was growing stronger and stronger. Jiwoo didn't expect you to get so close, but for her it was great and being around you didn't make her as nervous as before. Of course, the butterflies in her stomach weren't silly at all and with every smile you gave in her direction or even the simple fact of calling her by her name woke up those damn butterflies. But the nervousness of being around you, the nervousness that had sometimes prevented her from talking to you about simple things, was gone. And, in its place, there was a feeling of comfort that made everything in your presence better, with the smell and taste of chocolate, and as good as only you could make her feel.

You felt the same. It was good to be with her, even a little addictive. Jiwoo's aura was very good and whenever you met in the halls or had similar classes, you made sure to spend some time talking; sometimes they were even making you get late. But it wasn’t too much, it was good for you and you found yourself thinking about here more and more. And her voice... you were sure that if angels really existed, they would be jealous of Jiwoo's voice.

With so many rehearsals being done almost daily, the harmonization between your voices was perfect. Every detail of this cover was perfectly aligned and you were sure that the A was guaranteed with this project before the summer holidays. You both made a last rehearsal on Wednesday, but it couldn't be at Jiwoo's house because it was her cousin's birthday and she and her parents were going to visit her. So, in order not to be too much work, you went behind the bleachers in the empty gym.

When you sat down and started what would be the last rehearsal before the performance, Jiwoo noticed that she never felt that kind of happiness before. She sang that song with her heart.

"You are the music in me...", she ended the song along with the last chords on your guitar, your fingers over the strings and the satisfied smiles on your faces.

You were looking at each other for a long time and Jiwoo wanted to tell you everything she felt, that seemed the appropriate time to finally talk about what filled her heart.

"Y/N, I...", the unspoken words were interrupted by the ring of her cell phone, a call from her mother, and she answered.

The mother said it was for her to hurry or they would arrive very late at her cousin's house. Jiwoo ended the call and stood up, somewhat frustrated at being interrupted and knowing that now the moment was gone.

"What were you going to say?”, you asked getting up, the guitar in one hand.

"Nothing important. Just that tomorrow we will rock!", she squeaked as she said the last word.

"Yes, we will!", you hugged her.

Jiwoo was afraid that you could feel her heartbeat beating against your chest, it was so strong, and it was due to the hug. She was loving being in your arms and realized that it was lasting longer than a normal hug, but she didn't want to let go. However, she should go, so she slowly released your shoulders.

"Let me know when you get home.", you said, fixing her bangs.

"Oookay!", she said, smiling from ear to ear and waving at you as she left.

You didn't know what was going on, but you felt like your body was screaming with joy. It wasn't just the feeling of being with Jiwoo close to you that made you feel good. Even the simple thought related to her already made you smile. And you knew. You were in love.

The day of the presentation came and everyone in the class went to the auditorium, as usual. The teacher gave the initial considerations and you were sitting in the tenth row, alone. For some reason, Jiwoo hadn't shown up yet and you were worrying because it was a long month of preparation, lots of rehearsals, a lot of closeness and affection. Was she okay?

You were about to take out your cell phone when she sat next to you, a little breathless. She had run over there.

"What happened?", you asked in a whisper as the first pair started to introduce themselves.

"I was doing something.", for the first time you were watching a Jiwoo with a serious face. "I need you to promise me that you'll read this but only after the presentations are over.", she held up folded paper in your direction.

"Okay. What's going on?", you were going to catch the paper but she moved away from you a little.

"Just promise. Please."

"I promise, Jiwoo."

Seeing the sincerity in your look, she handed it to you and you kept it in your jeans’ pocket. You didn't understand what was happening and you knew she didn't want to tell you; whatever it was, it would be on that piece of paper.

When you both were asked to perform, you went on stage to the applause of your classmates, Jiwoo took the microphone and looked at you with a big smile as you took the guitar.

"1, 2, 3 ...", you mumbled while playing the first chords.

All the rehearsals were worth it. You two sang as if you were in Jiwoo's room, as if there was no one else there but you, and looked at each other while you sang. The presentation was perfect and in the end you received applause followed by applause. The teacher praised you so much that you knew that the maximum grade would not be enough for the presentation you had just given. Everyone was delighted, including you two.

When all the presentations were over and the class was over, you turned to Jiwoo but she was already leaving for the next class. You wondered if you had done something wrong but did not find an answer to that question. You remembered the paper in your pocket then picked it up and unfolded it, noticing Jiwoo's beautiful handwriting and her name at the top of it. It was a letter.

What you didn't know is that it was actually a love letter.

"Y / N,

I'm saying this in a letter because I didn't know if I would have enough strength to get dumped right in my face. And I donn't know how your expression is now, but during the time that I'm in love with you, I notice many details on your face and would know if you were disapproving my feelings for you.

So that there are no problems, I wrote this letter.

You may not have noticed, but when I look at you, I smile. When we talk, I feel so nervous that it makes me uneasy. Sometimes, I can't sleep and that is because I think about you a lot. And the way you call my name makes it sound new every time you call me.

The truth is, I'm in love with you. And I am not sure when it started, but I know it is strong.

I hope I haven't ruined our friendship. I will be very happy if you want to remain my friend.

:D"

You couldn't help but smile at the letter. Both for knowing that Jiwoo was in love with you, and for the little face she had drawn at the end of it. You folded the letter and put it in your pocket again, took a deep breath and knew that even though you were late for class, you needed to find Jiwoo.

You ran through the halls looking for her but they were already empty, everyone was in class and you should do the same, so you did. You didn't dare to pick up your cell phone since the professor could collect it, but you kept thinking about that letter and what you would like to say to Jiwoo.

Jiwoo was putting the books in the school locker, worried about you showing up, so Hyejoo was watching the place to warn her if you arrived. She just didn't count on her friend being distracted by a conversation with Chaewon, who came by to ask something about the next play.

"Why did you run away from me?"

Jiwoo closed the locker’s door with a surprise and you were there beside her, staring at her, waiting for an answer.

"Oh, no, no, no!", you could see a certain despair in her voice. "Please don't hate me."

"What? Jiwoo, I would never hate you. In fact, I feel the complete opposite of that. I feel the same way as you, Jiwoo. I'm in love with you. I was looking for you to say that, but you ran away from me... "

A slight silence as Jiwoo's beautiful smile appeared on her face.

"Are you serious?", you managed to notice a sparkle in her eyes as she asked.

"Totally. We can be a pair. If you want, of course," you suggested.

"Of course I want to.", she hugged you tight, without worrying about her heartbeats, as yours beat strongly against hers.

You took her home as soon as school ended, hand in hand, and when you arrived at the door, she asked you to wait a moment while she opened her backpack. You watched as she pulled out the notebook full of lyrics that she was composing herself. Jiwoo handed it over to you.

"Take it home. I need your help with some melodies.", the smile she gave and the confidence she had in you were enough to make you feel radiant.

"Wow, that's quite a responsibility. All of your music..."

"Do not worry." she opened the door and went into the house. "It's all about you.", Jiwoo closed the door before you could answer.

You smiled, putting her notebook in your backpack and walking towards your home. You were looking forward to being able to rehearse more songs with her.

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dulcetminds · 5 years

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some (concept) playlists

find my spotify here ✨ & my fandom character/ship playlists

this page is updated monthly!!!!

💫 monthly, yearly & get to know me playlists:

monthly mixtape: updated daily and refreshed every month with no correlation to anything what so ever.

twentytwenty: a song for each day of the year

the soundtrack to my life

my favourites

pass the aux cord, fool: car vibes

🍾🌉 playlists based off cliché concepts:

coming of age indie romcom soundtrack: cigeratte burns on film, a first kiss that tastes like beer and chapstick, and laughter falling on train tracks

not another coming of age soundtrack: red party cups and the never-ending feeling of nostalgia

Mother Nature reclaims: a soft apocalypse mix

tragedy in the dark: set in the 90's, you're driving at night on the highway, passing under street signs and street lights that illuminate your lovers tired face as they trace circles on your thigh

rise up!: (a futuristic teenage rebellion playlist) you live in a world full of holograms and plastic food, the government is corrupt and somewhere out there is a bunch of rebels that are fighting back

an angels kiss in spring: it’s the roaring 40′s and you hit the town in bold red lipstick, curled hair, flared dresses & traditional swing

a wispy field of sunshine: there's something alluring about falling in love under the sun, sipping on raspberry lemonade & kissing someone who tastes like chapstick

the air is fresh out here: i am lost beneath the earth; dirt and moss fill my lungs and i cough up ivy and rose petals as the trees whisper my name so soft, it gets caught in the wing of a butterfly floating by

3am dancing with my lover: fairylights are hung low around the kitchen, my lover has tired eyes full of wonder and we trip over our own two feet, laughter pumping our hearts alive

the last dancers at midnight: my prom could have been better so we're gonna visualise it like a teen romance movie; tired feet, starry eyes & a tender kiss under the disco ball in your high-schools' hall

even my phone misses your call: 'hey, this is [redacted] please leave your message after the beep!'

you’re so nice to come home to: finally moving into a small apartment with your lover; succulents adorn the windowsills and you both have a love for vintage polaroids and dream catchers — a dreamers dream

I've been in love with you forever: best friends that live next door to each other & know one another like the back of their hand, connected windows, rooftop talks, sleepovers, & everything that comes along with we're best friends & i don't want that to change but i am definitely in love with you

found you in this life: my mother once told me that some of the people we meet in this life, we knew in a past life and it’s up to us to decide where it goes from here

raspberry stains: spring flings includes squashing raspberries between finger & thumb, and dancing under the sun

rollerskating disco rink fever: we're twelve years young & there's a disco ball highlighting our hair as we dance the night away & i'm pretty sure we've happened to scuff the linoleum floor

endless summer afternoon: hopping from shadow to shadow, blisters on our feet; summer, summer, summer!

summer ate me alive: and I want nothing more than to sleep through the next three seasons

ragtag band of misfits from the year ‘87: group of four trying to solve the murder mystery of their late best friend / everyone’s hiding something / he might be in love with the boy he’s known since childhood

[our hands are brushing against each other as we walk]: i want to slow dance with you in the middle of the street

hey, new kid!: its highschool and life is full of rumours and giggling girls & boys with sharp teeth and then english class rolls around ━━ and did the principal just introduce a new student?

🧚🏻‍♀️ specific concept playlists (mostly based on moments and emotions that I've experienced & can’t get over):

head’s a buzz!: stoned out of my mind, I'm pretty sure I met the girl of my dreams last night

I should be sleeping: but i am walking aimlessly under street lights trying to forget your face, your taste, your voice; with vodka stained cheeks and chipped nail polish

pity party for two: the sudden realisation that the future is scary and we're two lost souls stuck in love with people who helped us grow

we’re under the same stars: It’s talking under the stars till the sun breaks through the trees with him, who makes your stomach ache full of laughter and although the wind is cold against your skin and the sleeping bag is thin, he burns just as brightly as the stars in the night sky, and you want to exist between 3 and 4am forever.

I fell in love for one night: he kissed my shoulder & held me tight

moments left unsaid: I love every part of you when it’s loud, when it’s silent, when you don’t know it at all (basically falling in love with your friends in the moment over the smallest of things like the way they dip their head back to laugh or hide their smile behind their hand or when they slow down waiting for you to catch up or pull you aside to ask if you’re doing okay, etc)

angel in disguise: can angels fall in love?

skate park shenanigans: I spent a the hours 8-11pm at a skatepark with my friends and we don’t even skate but this is the specific energy those hours gave off

you’re dreaming beside me: & I’m dreaming of you

how to be soft, sad & content at 4pm

I wish we could live forever: knowing someone you love is gonna die is the one of the hardest things you’re ever gonna witness

remember when we were in love?: 2015: yellow. open roads. a boy. a girl. my house. high school musical. clouds. stars. a pillow. sunflowers. beauty and the beast. skype calls. a bear. / 2017: a girl. blue, blue, blue. / 2019: a girl. a boy. picnics. skateboards. burgers. your house. an empty promise.

the pretty reckless: my friends fall in love too easily

the ceiling is staring back at me: it’s 1am and I'm thinking about everything and anything

me against the world, vol. 1

me & my apathetic brain: basically Russian roulette with I’ll die anyway by girl in red & just a girl by no doubt

🏳️‍🌈🌈 lgbt+ playlists:

this is for the gays!: for pride month 2019, gay bops to rock your socks to

all I see is her: girls r great!

we should fall in love or something: just kidding... haha... unless?

I don’t wanna b ur friend, I wanna kiss ur neck: yeah, it’s based off I wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red & also my ex but we’re gonna take the former

please look at me the same!: my bisexual teen angst

🦋🏹 ‘old groovy, 70′s, 80′s, 90′s etc music’ playlists:

butterfly dust: old time music that goes together

groovy, groovy: 70′s, 80′s, 90′s

lovestrucklovestruck: nothing goes wrong when you live in your head

she’s gold dipped & cherry wine kisses

funky glow

🥁🍒 genre specific playlists:

metamorphic: rock n roll

devils advocate: it’s like white noise before you enter hell (mostly ghostemane)

you’re not indie till: you skate, own a pair of hot converses, have good fashion taste, drink ice coffee and and and

monsters live amongst us: hiding in plain sight, the people we call our friends / a horror pop playlist

hazy affection: anxiety reducing songs and study beats

softly, sweetly: relax your eyes & dream of simpler times

bubblegum pop: the radio is overrated but here we are

glazed eyes, cherry skies

darkness looms overhead

magic under fingernails / under veins

state of mind: kinda like rap but not, definitely an easy listen to while stoned

moon rockets: fly me to outer space where we’ll become another star in the night sky.

dream & folk pop

my dreams reach the stars: my mind is far away from here / starry-eyed and captivated

local neighbourhood party: songs I'd bang my head to at a party

heavenly hymns

fluorescent heartbeats

take me away, into the night

if you see me listening to this, look away: literally Disney musicals mainly Disney’s descendants & zombies

autumnal breeze: a mix of bedroom pop & 80′s tunes

blueberry feelings: is this soundlcoud or tiktok?

untamed glory: the songs dont vibe together as well as they should but i guess thats ironic given the name of this mixtape

all strung up: my favourite female pop songs & then there's sunflower, vol. 6 by harry styles

candyfloss kisses: baby pop

and that’s on tiktok luv: literally what it says

candle lit afternoons: candles + rain = a gentle quiet in it’s purest form

tenderness: soft, quiet, yielding; murmurs at dusk & the playing of hair

my bed is the warmest place: for rainy days & the chill in your nose

🚀🍁🍓 playlists to listen to when your doing this specific thing:

classic picnic bitch: (cute songs that give me picnic vibes) and we bond over a pack of UNO cards and strawberry-filled desserts

beach bums, baby!: a beach-y playlist

hotboxing ur friends car: get high w/ me!

🥺💫🌞🌻🤩🐝 playlists to grow & fall in love with yourself to:

falling in love w/ myself !!!!!: I'm still learning how I work

then I defy you, stars!

seventeen: I made this when I was seventeen and getting over my first heartbreak and realising that I should never wait for people who can only give half back

no negative vibes here!

💌💖 my romance / love centred playlists:

dancing in my room to the sound of you, you, you (middle school crush vibes)

love cluster: and i guess there are lot of love songs out there but there are also a lot of songs that aren't about love that got me feeling like i'm in love so which is it

lovelorn: (a unrequited love playlist) and we yearn for the hearts we cannot hold; lovelorn, lovelorn, lovelorn

our love has gone cold: I love & I loved

whimsical lovers falling out of love

baby boy blues: fell in love for a day with a boy whose smile is contagious and ever-lasting

you gave me panic attacks & I called it love: unsure if you’re in an unhealthy relationship? leave them.

regret in the simplest of forms: I could have loved you / I think a small part of me did

my favourite ‘what if’: soulmates who weren’t meant to be

seeking love among cruel hearts: perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. but then perhaps this is what lovers are.

it’s a long way down from your window: everyone’s favourite secret relationship trope

heartbreak hotel

i’m yearning for his heart while he gives me his body: I love you, don’t you love me too?

make out w/ me?: songs I'd kill to make out with someone too

miss you forever: sad pop love letter

I liked you better in my dreams: the idea of them has taken root in your mind and it’s much different to how they really are

little bit in love with u: alterous attraction? we KNOW her

drowsy cacophony of love

tracing you back to the roots of my house: I'm sifting through the memories of us, where did we go wrong?

love; a choice or a feeling?: and it is both I suppose, it is a feeling, it’s happiness and soft giggles, faint blush. and then it is a choice, a choice to stay with them or leave. it is a choice to not only love them, but yourself too.

tenderly, tragically: this used to be a collab playlist with someone who loved me fully and unconditionally, things have changed since, but this is whats left; it's our story compiled into a playlist

second chance at love: you make me hard, but she makes me weak

lonely in love: (it was supposed to be just casual sex but fuck, I think I'm in love with you)

silent lovers: skinny love (n.) a type of love where two people are in love with each other but are too shy to admit it

my first love: they say your first love never dies, and love, they’re right

my lover is a liar: victim to broken promises and false truths by a boy who died when he gave me his heart

love locket type of love: I loved you in secret !!

the charms of love: don’t fall in love with the moment & think your in love with the girl! (yes, she’s american by the 1975 lyrics)

almost lovers

💸💄💅🏻⛓ playlists that give off bad bitch energy:

rich girl$: my cash flow will never ever end

kiss the boys n make em die!: femme fatale, girl revolution, girl power

GIRLS. FOOD. GEAR: loosely inspired by people by the 1975

girl, interrupted

you’re like a rhinestone pick-up line: picture this — a girl with a hard attitude that you can’t just seem to get off your mind

back on my bullshit: just got my heartbroken; revamped!

👻👽 my halloween inspired playlists:

hallohalloween: basic halloween playlist

the fae know my name: humans beware the manic pixies & lip curling fae for although they don't lie they are cunning creatures with kind eyes!

frothy vampire chick meets soft green witch: red fanged lover & a green house full of potions, spells & succulents

sirens lament: sharp teeth hidden under a pretty face

murder at the casino: (in breaking news: monster hunters just cant seem to catch a break!)

the howling

witchy renaissance

fuckin vampires, man!

🥀 if I were series (playlists that only feature one artist based off something specific):

if I were to dance in a faerie ring to hozier songs: maybe I want to fall in love with a faerie and be under Hozier’s rule

if I were to live my teenage years to Lorde songs

if I were to get high by the beach to skeggs songs: BIG greening out energy

if I were to fall in love to tom rosenthal songs: tom rosenthal songs that make me feel like I'm in love!!

if I were to reminisce about heartbreak to LANY songs:

Hogwarts Houses:

🌻 Hufflepuff

🥊 Gryffindor

🐍 Slytherin

📘 Ravenclaw

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tuanyiems · 5 years

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Bluff

Yugyeom x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Words: 1.6k [Masterlist] Plot: Scary movie night with the boys and you and Yugyeom are conveniently the only two with single rooms, hmmmm a/n – random drabble because I’ve been marathoning Buzzfeed Unsolved lol -

It was hard not to let on how much he liked you when you guys were stuck together for an entire weekend. The red glow of his ears and the flush of his chest was just out of Yugyeom’s control, especially when you would erupt into giggles at Bambam’s silly shenanigans and always your eyes would search for his as if the joke was your dirty secret to share only with him. Granted, you were a sweet girl who wore her heart on her sleeves, sending love to all the boys openly. Yugyeom knew it was all in his head, but a boy could be wishful right?

It was why he agreed to a cabin trip in the woods in the first place. He and Jackson had insisted on a skiing trip in the mountains but there you were, standing headstrong beside Bambam and his bizarre attraction towards glamping. Yugyeom was skeptical if this was even it, what with the five-bedroom cabin, equipped with surround system and a 4k TV screen. He wondered if Bambam was aware what camping was.

It’s glamorous camping. This is the glamorous part, Bambam had asserted.

“Let’s have a movie night!” Jackson cheered as all the boys gathered in the living room. You were still unpacking in your bedroom.

“Ha, aren’t you glad I chose glamping now?” Bambam gave a smug smile.

“Let’s watch a scary movie,” Mark added, turning on the TV.

Yugyeom looked pensively at your closed bedroom door. He remembered a few years back when the two of you first met. You were sat between him and Bambam at the theater at the premiere showing of It and came out crying midway because the clown was too scary.

“How about we watch something more family friendly? Like Toy Story?” Yugyeom suggested, relieved by the familiar excitement in Jackson’s eyes at the suggestion.

“Family friendly?” Mark repeated, looking at him in amusement. “I’m sorry to break it to you Gyeom, but you’re an adult now.”

“Oh DISS DISS!” Youngjae instigated.

“Who’s getting dissed already?” You chuckled, approaching the boys on the coach.

“Gyeom’s too scared to watch a scary movie,” Jinyoung explained, giving Yugyeom a teasing look.

“Doesn’t a scary movie sound great for a night in a cabin?” Mark asked you.

Yugyeom sighed, watching the way your eyes lit up at Mark’s attention, and then at the way you practically melted, nodding your head in agreement.

“Don’t lie, Y/N! You’ve cried in movie theaters while watching anything even remotely scary!” he argued back, watching as you flushed with surprise and embarrassment.

“No way, that happened years ago! I was young back then!” You pouted, coming over to take a seat between him and Mark.

He scoffed, pretending he wasn’t feeling the fluttering of his stomach at the sweet scent of your shampoo. “Yeah, but you freaked out last week while watching Buzzfeed Unsolved.”

He laughed, feeling your hands slap his thigh in embarrassment. “Shut up! I’m completely fine watching a scary movie!”

“Well, the lady has spoken!” Jaebeom intervened, quickly closing the living room lights and successfully cutting short the argument. Yugyeom could only sigh, sinking into the couch as you curled up beside him, tucking your knees into your chest adorably. Whatever, he didn’t care if you got nightmares later tonight. You did this to yourself.

Despite this mental declaration though, he couldn’t help smiling at the way you tilted towards him, pressing closer into his arm as the movie began playing and with it, the cliché horror soundtrack that filled the air with tension.

“Oh god, he’s going into the house. Why would he do that?” Yougnjae murmured under his breath as the plot thickened.

Yugyeom was barely paying attention though, because right next to him you were curling into your oversized t-shirt, dipping your nose underneath the collar in anticipation for any jump scares. He shivered as you got progressively closer and the fresh scent of your shampoo invaded his space.

Why did you have to smell so good?

“What?” You whispered his way after finding his eyes on you.

Yugyeom only smiled, shaking his head. He was glad the room was too dark for you to see his ears. They were probably bright red. Instead you only gave him arched eyebrows before turning back to the screen.

“It’s cold,” you quietly muttered, tucking half your head back into your shirt. He only smiled at your lame excuse, glad that you were more preoccupied with appearing brave than scrutinizing over his flushed skin.

“Well, since you’re cold,” Yugyeom whispered into your ear before wrapping one arm around you. He pushed you close into his warmth, his eyes cresting into happy moons. “I’ll keep you warm.”

You looked like you were going to say something when a sharp shush came from Mark. Instead, you sunk into his arms with a pout. For once, Yugyeom was grateful for Mark’s odd intensity for silence during movies.

By the end of the movie you were pressed against his rib and holding onto his arm for dear life. You let out an exhale of relief when the credits finally began rolling.

“Not scared huh?” Yugyeom teased as the guys began rising from their seats.

You rolled your eyes, pushing his arm out of your grasp and jumping to your feet. “Looks to me like you’re the one scared! You kept trying to distract me the whole time.”

Bambam chuckled, patting Yugyeom on the shoulder. “Good luck sleeping by yourself tonight, Gyeom!”

“Not so glad about winning rock-paper-scissors now, huh?” Jackson added before linking arms with Jinyoung. “Come on Park Gae, you can be my lookout so no ghosties try to come for me!”

You giggled at Jackson’s playfulness before all the boys began leaving in pairs to their respective rooms. Yugyeom cleared his throat when it was just the two of you in the room.

“Sure you aren’t scared?” He asked, nudging you with his elbow.

You let out a huff before walking briskly back to your room without giving a reply. You could hear him laughing softly to himself before heading back into his room across from yours. Of course you were scared, but you weren’t going to let him win—not with that smug face of his teasing you the whole night.

Yugyeom smiled to himself as he got ready for bed. He wondered if you knew how cute you were. He was glad Mark was such a dunce to never notice the way you looked at him like he had the answer to the meaning of life or something. You were a dunce too, for thinking of Mark so highly. Of course, Mark was a cool guy and all, but completely not compatible with you.

Yugyeom sighed, tucking himself into bed. You were much more compatible with him.

…Maybe he was just being jealous.

Just as he was nodding off, there was a soft knock at his door.

And then you were peeking through with a guilty look in your eyes.

“Are you sleeping?” You asked, stepping into the room.

“Not anymore,” he smiled, patting beside his bed for you to come over. “Did you get scared after all?”

“No,” you answered stubbornly, a pout on your lips. You crawled your way onto his bed before plopping down beside him. “I’m just not sleepy.”

“Sure, I believe that,” he answered sarcastically, turning on his side to face you.

“Yeah well, you’re the one sleeping with the light still on,” you mumbled, refusing to look his way, instead staring at the wood pattern of the ceiling.

“I always sleep with the lights on though.”

“Yeah, and it’s weird.”

“You want me to turn off the lights?”

“No,” you answered a little too fast. You blushed, distracting yourself with your nails. He smiled, amused at the way you could so easily fluster yourself. It was one of the things he adored about you.

“No?” he teased.

“It’s not like I’m gonna sleep here. I was just bored in my own room,” you defended, picking at the skin by your nail to feign nonchalance (though it did the exact opposite).

“So you come to mine?”

You nodded quietly, picking harder at your nails. “I figured you’d be bored alone too.”

Yugyeom chuckled before pulling your hand towards him. “Stop that, you’ll make your cuticles bleed.”

You answered back with a soft smile, turning on your side towards him. You yawned, fingers gently holding tighter onto his.

Yugyeom rubbed circles, tickling your palm. He returned your yawn, curling his body closer to yours.

“You sure you aren’t sleepy?” he whispered.

“Looks like you are,” you breathed softly.

He smiled, “I’ll stay up with you though.”

You shook your head, eyes closing. “I can go to sleep with you if you want.”

He let out a soft laugh before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “Just admit you’re scared already.”

You giggled into his chest, arms hesitantly coming around to his back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

For a moment there was silence—just you smiling into the warmth of his chest and him, quietly breathing in the sweet scent of your hair.

“Are you asleep?” he quietly uttered by your ear, sending thrills down your spine.

“No,” you chuckled lightly at the tickle.

Yugyeom smiled to himself. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

He paused, closing his eyes and pressing you closer to him. He took in a breath.

“Yugy?”

“You wish Mark was the one that won the single room?”

You hummed, squeezing yourself closer into his chest. “Nah, I’d be sandwiching myself between you and Bambam.”

He chuckled, returning the squeeze. “Good thing I won then.”

#got7creators #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #kim yugyeom #yugyeom fanfic #writing #fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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psqqa · 5 years

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by the time i stopped to consider why the fuck i was putting this together in the first place, i’d already typed most of it up. idk i guess i just like throwing my joy into the void, where the void can either choose to ignore it or derive some joy from it itself. either is fine.

anyway, i’m never going to have enough of these in any one category to put together a proper FST or anything, nor am i capable of imprinting on a song for reasons that aren’t like “feathers.......hawks”, because really this is all driven by my terrible sense of humour, but what i have collected so far Sparks Joy, so into the void it goes.

psqqa’s list of songs applicable to bnha in some way, shape, or form

No One Is Alone - Into the Woods - this is a vibe i’ve been getting from the manga for a while but then the my villain academia arc just totally cinched it (while we’re seeing our side/maybe we forgot/they are not alone/no one is alone)

Falling - Haim - this one is a bakugou song for me, which probably says something about me because i’m fairly sure it could almost equally be a midoriya song if you wanted it to be. yes, both could be good, but the brain doesn’t always work that way. (they keep saying/don’t stop/no it’s never enough/i’ll never look back/never give up/and if it gets rough/it’s time to get rough)

Ice and the Storm - My Brightest Diamond - inatodo. i did warn you. (darling we’ve accumulated/too much miscommunication/in the beginning everything is soft/not defensive/perhaps we begin again/shining)

Sacrilege - Yeah Yeah Yeahs - feathers.......hawks. probably dabi/hawks given the options so far, but that’s pretty immaterial tbh (fallen for a guy/fell down from the sky/halo/round his head/feathers in our bed)

Girl - Anouk - listen i’m not going to lie, i’ve never fully been able to figure out what the hell is going on in this song. like, i would say it’s just straight up anouk being in love with the titular “Girl”, but then there’s the “him” in the first verse so who even knows. i’ve settled on polyamory, which makes this my jirou highkey got the feels for yaomomo and lowkey got the feels for kaminari and she needs yaomomo to understand this so they can work on a frankly totally unnecessary because kaminari is already all in baby Wooing Plan (still got my hands/they’re clinging/so i just keep going/i don’t know where i belong/could i belong to you)

Electric Feel - MGMT - electric..........kaminari. i like to think of it in terms of kaminari/jirou/yaomomo. idk maybe he gets bored waiting for them to plan their Wooing Plan and just takes matters into his own terrible pickup line hands. or perhaps it’s just aimed at yaomomo and we can take these two songs jointly to be The Wooing of YaoMomo. which actually now that i’ve typed it out i am quite fond of as an idea. (i said ooh girl/shock me like an electric eel/baby girl/turn me on with your electric feel)

the three song stretch that runs Slow Show-Apartment Story-Start A War - The National - The Soul-Crushing Weight Of Being In Your Early-To-Mid-Twenties!kiribaku. this would be like triply the case if i were reading this manga in 2012 instead of 2019. (i wanna hurry home to you/put on a slow dumb show for you/and crack you up - be still for a second while i/try and try to pin your flowers on/can you carry my drink i have everything else/i can tie my tie all by myself - do you really think you can just/put it in a safe behind a/painting lock it up and leave/walk away now/and you’re gonna start a war)

Fireproof - The National - also kiribaku. look man idk what to tell you. it just be like that sometimes. (you’re fireproof/nothing breaks your heart/you’re fireproof/it’s just the way you are)

The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts - Sufjan Stevens - man of steel, man of heart...............tetsutetsu. pick your tetsutetsu ship of choice. it doesn’t matter. all parties equally applicable because only a steel man can be a lover/if he had hands to tremble all over/we celebrate our sense of each other/we have a lot to give one another

New Shoes - Paolo Nutini - kirishima song!! (hey i put some new shoes on/and suddenly everything’s right/i said hey i put some new shoes on/and everybody’s smiling/it’s so inviting)

Dance Apocalyptic - Janelle Monae - mina song!! what can i say, it’s got mina energy. also i feel like ‘dance apocalyptic’ would a great hero name for mina. (but i really, really want to thank you/for dancing ‘til the end/you found a way to break out/you’re not afraid to break out)

Whoo! Alright – Yeah...Uh Huh - The Rapture - kaminari song!!! do the lyrics even work for him? who knows, i’m just in it for the cowbell. and so is kaminari. (people don’t dance no more/they just stand there like this/they cross their arms and/stare you down and/drink and moan and diss)

Invincible - OK Go - now i could, and i guess sort of do, think of this as a bakugou ship song generally, but to be quite honest, i think it’s probably just the song his brain plays on a loop whenever he does anything (when they finally come to destroy the earth/they’ll have to deal with you first/and now my money says they won’t know about/the thousand fahren/heit hot metal/lights behind your eyes/invincible/oh oh oh/you’re invincible)

Daniel - Bat for Lashes - tododeku - don’t @ me (daniel/when i first saw you/i knew that you had/a flame in your heart/and under wild blue skies/marble movie skies/i found a home in your eyes/we’d never be apart)

Gekommen um zu bleiben - Wir sind Helden - BAKUSQUAD!!!! i mean, also like 1-a generally, but for me it’s really the bakusquad.....also i literally just realized that the band name itself works really well here (wir gehen nicht/aber wenn wir gehen/dann gehen wir in scheiben/entschuldigung ich sagte/wir sind gekommen um zu bleiben)

Don’t Call Me Baby - Madison Avenue - the kacchako song. why? because i was reliving the turn of the millennium. next question. (don’t think that i’m not strong/i’m the one to take you on/don’t underestimate me boy/i’ll make you sorry you were born/you don’t know me/the way you really should/you sure misunderstood/don’t call me baby)

You Will Not Take My Heart Alive - Joanna Newsom - All Might. although i think this entire album is one he would Have Feelings about. and tbh it’s impossible at this point for me to consider any one song off this album entirely on its own. it’s always within the greater context of the album as a whole. (and i won’t come round this way again/where the lonely wind abides/and you will not take my heart alive)

Don’t Wanna Fight - Alabama Shakes - bakudeku. i didn’t actually think any song would ping me as bakudeku at any point, but here we are. (what you like/what i like/why can’t we both be right?/attacking/defending/until there’s nothing left/worth winning)

Mrs. Robinson - Simon & Garfunkel - hawks/dabi-hawks/endeavour melodramatic clusterfuck. no i’m not taking questions. (DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE/DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO/DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE)

Riot Rhythm - Sleigh Bells - riot........kirishima. but yeah kirishima and bakugou are bros and that’s Good. they might also be more than bros, but that’s up to you i guess. (because my best friend/she's okay/carve you out/all the way/straight A kids/like a treat/she stands up/takes the heat)

In The Shadows - The Rasmus - tokoyami. i feel like i’m virtually incapable of talking about tokoyami without also mentioning this song, but like, you’ve seen the video right? (i've been watching/i've been waiting/in the shadows/for my time)

The Hero - Queen - this one is probably cheating, given that it was written for the actual soundtrack of an actual superhero movie, but it’s not like there’s any rules to this and i’ve never seen the movie......or anything else with flash in it i guess, so whatever. anyway, not so much All Might as like every character in this manga when they were 4yo watching All Might. (he’s for every one of us/stands for every one of us/he’ll save with a mighty hand)

Impossible Soul - Sufjan Stevens - this wasn’t on this list until sometime around 2:30 AM last night when i was lying awake because i didn’t take my nightly melatonin and something something i can’t even vaguely remember the train of thought but it ended in me deciding this was a good bakudeku song. not so much the first part, but like ‘do you want to be afraid’ onward. maybe the eight minutes of “boy we can do much more together” will be enough for bakugou to get the message. (boy we can do much more together/better get it right/get it right/get it right/get it right/boy we can do much more together/it’s not so impossible)

to be updated if further song pinging happens, i guess?

#bnha #so many of these songs have videos that i never knew existed and have never seen before #the one for sacrilege in particular is real fucked up #the daniel one appears to have changed the intro #which is bothering me #but fine #i will live #sound is a colour i know

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bensroger · 5 years

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Blue Eyes, Blue Skies - Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor

Summary: Mamma Mia meets Borhap! Freddie makes the band take a band retreat to the beautiful island of Kalokairi, and makes Roger go whether he likes it or not. Y/N runs the local hotel with her mother, and enjoys her time on the island, but can’t help but want more. Y/N can’t help but sing one night, which Roger happens to hear. Only a day in, and there’s already some girl stuck in his head… Why did it have to be him?

Word Count: 4474

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Okay so basically reader is just an older Sophie type that kind of dresses like Donna and goes through the same things as her. This is a little cheesy and it DOES get a little musical, so I recommend getting your Mamma Mia 2 soundtrack (I Have a Dream & Mamma Mia) ready if you want the FULL experience lmao! I don’t know how to feel about this, and most of the outfits I mentioned are from the movie. I hope you guys enjoy this! I love Mamma Mia and Borhap so whew! This has been in my drafts forever and I’m a lil nervous to post!

It was a particularly sunny day on the island of Kalokairi, and the sky was a bright beautiful blue that clashed with the darker and deeper blue of the ocean. Business was slow today, nobody had really come into the hotel since it was a weekday, but you’d at least get a few people on vacation at this time of the week. You could hear your mom making her way down the stairs to the lobby. You gave her a wide, fake smile, and she just shook her head, smiling herself. You opened your mouth to speak, but she started before you had the chance.

“You don’t have to ask me Y/N, you can take the rest of the day off.” Your mom said, looking at you. It’s not that you hated the hotel, and you actually really enjoyed running it with her, but sometimes… Sometimes it just got tiring.

You had been living on the island of Kalokairi your whole life. Your mom came from America when she was around 22 years old, and then had you and raised you here. You love Greece, you really did, but there was still so much of the world you wanted to see.

You grinned at your mom before giving her a hug, then grabbing your bag and running out. You’d usually just sit on the beach or walk around the town. You loved the life and environment here, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. At the little bar not far from your hotel, you’d occasionally sing. Your mom was close with the owner, Nefeli, so she’d let you perform in addition to her son from time to time. Nefeli loved your voice.

You had a few friends on the island, one of your closest being a girl who had moved here from America, just like your mom had all those years go. Her name was Amanda, and she was independently studying the plants and animals nearby. You met her a few years ago but she quickly became one of your best friends, seeing as she was the only girl around town close to your age.

The stone steps were uneven beneath your flimy sandals, your long skirt blowing in the wind as you headed down to the beach. The sun was nearly setting, and you always thought it was so beautiful to watch from here, at the bottom of the steps, below the hill with the church on top of it. You sat alone on the sand, the wind in your loose and messy hair as the air began to grow colder. You could see a few boats in the distance, and you hoped that some day, you’d be on one of them, off to see the world.

You weren’t necessarily trapped or anything, but it would greatly impact your mom if you did leave her, so for her sake you stayed and helped run the hotel with her. You could see the last passenger boat of the night dock, and let off a few people. You could only make out four men from here, and they were dressed pretty flashy… At least, flashy for a little island in Greece. With a frown, you turned your focus back to the deep blue ocean in front of you, with little sunlight available now. You felt yourself smile as you closed your eyes, letting the water mist you a little bit. You grabbed your bag as you headed up toward the hills to the trees. There was occasionally a few animals here, especially in the mornings, but right now it was empty… Except for the beautiful glow of the fireflies around you. You picked a few of your favorite flowers, accompanied by a few fruits. You had a vase in your bedroom that you constantly filled with flowers you picked yourself. You twirled in your skirt, letting out a little laugh as you watched the fireflies lightly buzz around you.

Meanwhile, across the shore, Roger Taylor was tapping his foot impatiently on dolphin tile of a run down looking hotel. But who was he kidding? This whole town on this small island kind of looked run down… He didn’t even want to be here, if he was perfectly honest. Freddie had suggested it so that they maybe get inspiration for the next album, as if that was going to come from a sad little unknown island in Greece. The boat ride alone over to the island was pure hell, he didn’t want to spend anymore time here.

Brian was standing next to him, talking to Deaky about what they could do on the island. When Roger heard Brian murmur something about going on a row, he let out a loud scoff, and turned to the two boys. “There’s no way in hell you’re getting me on another one of those boats.” He said to Brian.

Deaky let out a sigh. “Look, I know you don’t want to be here, but we’re doing this to take some time away from everything. I think it’ll be good for us. It’s practically paradise.” Deaky said with a soft smile, and Roger only rolled his eyes.

Before anything else could be said, Freddie came out of the building onto the patio, a satisfied smile rested on his face. He held up two keys. “Two of us will have to share rooms, but I think this hotel is quite cute, wouldn’t you say?” He said, turning around and admiring the hotel. Freddie noticed Roger’s annoyed face and smirked. “Come on Rog, it’s a band retreat, enjoy it a little!” He exclaimed.

Roger shook his head. “Freddie, there’s absolutely nothing to do on this island, it’s just a waste of time.”

Freddie, still smirking, rolled his eyes. “Oh please, it’ll be amazing. You can hit up all the Greek girls you want, find an Aphrodite even.” Freddie said, turning on his heel and heading inside.

Deaky and Brian grabbed their bags and headed inside the hotel too, leaving Roger standing outside under the dim patio light by himself. With an annoyed sighed, he grabbed his bags and followed behind them.

The room itself wasn’t so bad. It had two twin beds, nothing exciting. Roger still wasn’t impressed though, and didn’t bother to meet the woman at the front desk. He was sharing his room with Brian, while Deaky was with Freddie. Eventually, they all settled in their rooms.

You came back into the hotel later than your mom liked, but you were a grown woman and there wasn’t anything she could really do to stop you. She gave you a look of ‘you know better,’ and you hung your head in shame as you entered her view. You set the bag down on the counter of the hotel, the fruits nearly rolling out. She sighed. “Four more boys checked in tonight. You’ll have to check on them in the morning, see if they need anything.” She said in a stern voice.

You hated checking in on people, it was so weird and uncomfortable… But it was the polite thing to do in a hotel this small. You opened your mouth to argue but instead closed it, swiftly picked up your bag and headed up to your bedroom. As you placed the bag on your desk, you pulled the flowers out and placed them in your metal vase. You smoothed out your orange skirt as you looked in the mirror. You hair was a mess, and there was still sand beneath your fingernails. You headed toward your balcony, pushing the doors wide open. You looked out to the ocean, watching a boat head away from the island. You furrowed your brows as you watched it sail away, wishing that you were on the boat, off to see the world.

You closed your eyes and started humming, but it quickly grew into a soft little song. That was another thing about you; You were so musical, and always immersed yourself deep into your songs. “I have a dream… A song to sing.” You hummed out softly, opening your eyes as watched the ocean. “To help me cope, with anything… If you see the wonder of a fairy tale, you can take the future even if you fail.” You smiled as you sang.

The doors to the balcony of the room right below you were wide open, the wind blowing into the room. Roger was sitting on his bed, reading one of his favorite books, On the Road, when he heard something. It was a soft and angelic voice. He put his book down and sat up, furrowing his brows as he tried to figure out where the voice was coming from. It was just him in the room, as Brian was taking a shower. Once Roger stepped on the balcony, he was able to hear it clearer. “I believe in angels, something good in everything I see.”

Roger realized it was coming from a room nearby him, and it took him a few seconds to realize it was coming from the balcony directly above him. It was obviously a girl voice, soft and quiet, yet one of the prettiest voices he’s heard. It was calming, and normally he’d try to chase the voice down but he found it relaxing. He didn’t want to ruin to his moment. “I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me I’ll cross the stream… I have a dream.” The voice softly sang before quietting down for the night. Roger stood on the balcony, hoping the unnamed voice would return.

Roger would’ve waited longer if weren’t for Brian’s “What’re you doing?” Brian frowned. Roger turned around and scratched the back of his neck.

“Just looking at the stars, they’re a lot more clear here.” And Roger frowned. “Maybe I need to give this play a chance…” He muttered to himself.

“What was that?” Brian asked, a frown on his face.

“Nothing.” Roger said. “We should get to bed, it’s late and it took some time to travel here.” And with that, the night was drawing to a close, finally.

The next morning, you woke up remembering it was your day off. You practically jumped out of bed, filled with excitement about what today might hold, especially since Amanda was coming over. After you had taken a shower, you put on a denim bralette with floral patterned yellow pants. Unlike yesterday’s low pony, you let your hair hang loose and wavy. You tied it together with a silver locket around your neck and sandals as always. Today was hotter than usual, so you made sure to dress breezy. You headed down to the hotel lobby to find it packed with quite a few people. A few more people were checking while a few were checking out.

You tried to weave between people when you slammed head-on right into someone else. You almost fell but the person grabbed you by your waist, saving you from falling. You looked up to see a man with blonde hair, and these amazing blue eyes. His arm slipped away as he steadied you. Your breath was taken away by the encounter, and you were more embarrassed than anything. The blonde man gave you a grin as you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks. He gave you the most charming smile, and you could feel your heart start to race.

Roger opened his mouth to introduce himself to this pretty girl who quite literally fell for him, but before he could say anything you softly said, “I’m sorry.” and hurriedly weaved your way through the crowd, away from him.

Once you were outside, you took a deep breath, calming yourself down from that sort of awkward, sort of hot, encounter you just had. Not too often did guys your age come around to the island, let alone stay at your hotel… You began to bite your lip as you leaned on the stone wall, looking out to deep blue ocean. You felt your heartbeat start to slow down as you looked out to the ocean. You jumped as you felt a tap on your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. You turned around to find Amanda.

“Oh God Amanda you scared me… You’ll never believe the most awkward situation I was just in.” You sighed.

Amanda grinned as your face turned a shade of pink. You shook your head as you headed up a hill, away from the patio of the hotel and deeper into the trees now as you got further away from the city. Alyssa trailed behind you. “Okay, you’re really fast.” She huffed. “You can’t leave me hanging like that Y/N, what do you mean ‘awkward situation’?”

You buried your face in your hands, recounting the memory. “Oh God it was really awful… The lobby was packed and I tried to get through and ended up running right into someone… I would’ve fallen if he hadn’t caught me. Amanda, you had to have seen him, he had the most angelic eyes.” You sighed. “I was so embarrassed. I think he was going to talk to me but I ran away.”

Amanda laughed behind you. “Oh Y/N you moron, why did you run?” She shook her head jokingly and you rolled your eyes as you pushed some branches out of the way to clear a path. You finally got to your one place of serenity; your secret little cottage. It wasn’t pretty to look at; the windows were broken, the paint chipping, nails sticking out of the floor, the door barely hanging on… But you loved it. You loved this worn down, barely standing, and potentially hazardous little cottage because nobody else knew about it. Amanda and you would always come here to escape, to share your little talks and laughs. It was your favorite place to be. You had even tried to decorate it a little bit with an old rug and old vase that you filled with the same flowers you picked yesterday.

You and Amanda sat on the rug, peeling a few oranges that you had also gathered yesterday. She spoke as she did so. “So, Bill told me that when he pulled up to the dock he swears he saw Queen…”

You narrowed your eyes as you tried to remember, recall who or what Queen was. Amanda frowned as she noticed you thinking. “Y/N… The band?”

“Oh yeah, I think I have a few of their records!” You shouted in recognition now. You hadn’t a clue what any of them looked like, though. You frowned. “What would they be doing here?”

Amanda thought, and then shrugged. “I’m not really sure. Anyway, are you going to perform at Nefeli’s tonight? You know they love you.” She said, laying down next to you.

“Yeah, I mean I have fun singing but tonight… Tonight is going to be special.” You said, giving her a soft smile. You laid down next to Amanda. “Why is it so hot today? I can hardly the stand the heat.” You sighed.

“I know!” Amanda said, shooting up. She held her hand out to you. “Let’s go out on the water, it’s bound to cool you off!”

***

Across the island, Roger was at the beach with the boys. Freddie and Deaky were making a sand castle, while Brian was looking at the tide pools. Roger looked across the ocean and sighed. He couldn’t stop thinking about the girl from last night… The voice… It was just so… “No! No seaweed barrier, this is a lavish sand castle and seaweed is disgusting!” Freddie sneered at Deaky, bringing Roger out of his thoughts. Deaky frowned. Freddie reached into his pocket and placed a sand dollar at the top of the castle. “Perfect.” Deaky’s only response was an eye roll, but he couldn’t help but smile.

Roger walked over to Deaky and Freddie, who were now over the sand castle and had moved onto watching the ocean while sitting in the sand. It was a big shift in the mood. There was a sailboat out on the ocean, and Freddie’s face lit up. “We should all get on a sailboat.”

Roger groaned. “I can’t stand boats, please no.” He sighed. But it was too late, and there was no changing Freddie’s mind.

***

You seemed to be the only one rowing, and you were getting annoyed. Why you agreed to go on the water with Amanda, you weren’t sure; you always did the rowing by yourself. “Amanda you have to row!” You huffed.

“I am rowing!” She shouted back.

“Hardly! I’m doing all the work.” You sighed. “Oh God, there’s another giant sailboat. Come on, we should move before they practically ram into us.” You laughed, easing the tension between you two. However, as the sailboat seemed to get closer to you, you and Amanda went back to bickering. The sailboat wasn’t very tall so it couldn’t do much damage to your rowboat, but it’d definitely jolt you. “Amanda, we’re heading straight for the sailboat, you have to row with me!” You said quickly, trying to get her to. It was getting closer now. “Amanda, fucking row with me!” You shouted. You sighed, and braced for impact. The whole boat shook, including the sailboat.

“Why were you yelling at me?” She shouted at you.

“Because you clearly weren’t rowing, you were just sitting there while I did all of the work!” You rolled your eyes.

“You did all of the work? Why I-” She started, before she placed her hands on your shoulders gave you a push, sending you backwards into the water, and a scream escaped your lips as you did so.

The cold water felt nice after being in the sun for so long. After a few seconds, you popped your head up out of the water. You came up behind the boat, and leaned on the back of it, causing Amanda to lose her footing and fall in as well. Amanda popped her head up to you and looked at you, causing you both to crack up laughing. “I hate you so much.” You laughed.

“Are you two alright?” A voice above you said, and you looked up to see a man with a dark hair.

“Yes, we’re fine! Sorry for hitting your sailboat.” You called out. Amanda’s mouth hung open, and you frowned at her reaction. Another face appeared next to him, but this time it was a man with blonde hair. It was the same guy from this morning. “Shit” you whispered.

The blonde man immediately recognized you. “It’s you from this morning!” He shouted down at you.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah… Sorry about that…”

He gave you another one of his charming smiles. “It’s quite alright, love. You just took off before I could even get your name. I’m Roger.”

You returned a softer smile. “I’m Y/N.”

“Darlings, would you like to join us or something? Rowing seems… Hard.” The darker haired man called out below to you.

“Thank you for the invite, but we have a lot of laughs and it’s fine.” You climbed back into the row boat, your floral pants sticking to your legs. You helped Amanda up who remained speechless this entire time. “Well, it was night meeting you Roger and…” You frowned, realizing you hadn’t learned the other man’s name.

“Freddie.” He finished for you, giving you a smile.

You gave them a small wave before you started rowing away. Amanda had a puzzled look on her face, and you almost laughed. “Amanda, you haven’t been this quiet since Bill accidently lost your shoe in the water. What is it?”

“Y/N, that was literally Queen.” She said, a confused look on her face. “And… You ran into Roger this morning? Oh my God why didn’t you tell me!” She exclaimed.

You frowned. “I… did tell you.” You said, confused.

“So that means they’re staying at your hotel then? This is insane, I can’t believe Queen is staying at your hotel I have to get my polaroid and-” She was talking a mile a minute.

“Amanda, calm down… The sun’s starting to set, we should get back to shore. We can discuss Queen later and you can freak out then, for now, I don’t want to get stuck at sea.” You said, and she just nodded. This time, you two were able to suck it up and work together and return without any major problems. The sun was just about set, and you gave the horizon one last look before you headed up to the town.

It was busy tonight, and there was a lot of hustle and bustle between shops. When you finally got to the bar, it was nearly packed. Nefeli was behind the counter cleaning glasses as her son stood beside her helping making drinks. Nefeli’s other son, however, was standing on the stage, playing guitar badly with a few of his friends. He was singing too, and boy was it bad.

Nefeli’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw. “Oh thank God, I couldn’t take much more of his bumbling.” She laughed and her eyes crinkled. “Our amazing talented Y/N!” She exclaimed.

“Hey Nefeli! It’s so packed tonight!” You said looking around.

“They’re all here because of you!” She said proudly, and Nefeli always made you feel so good. She showered you in compliments.

You couldn’t help but grin, and Nefeli shuffled up to the stage. Her son gave her a disappointed look, but the audience just looked relieved. She spoke into the microphone, a proud smile on her face. “Now I know the reason you’re all here, and it surely wasn't’t for my son.” The joke earned a laughed from the audience, and even you found yourself laughing. “Please welcome to the stage, our one and only Y/N!” She said.

You made your way to the stage through the crowd as the audience clapped and cheered. You even had a few whistles. Your clothes were a little damp still, but your hair was completely dry and even messier now. It was a cute messy though; wavy and natural. Amanda followed behind you. “You got this Y/N! Be fast though so we can get to your hotel, I want to meet Queen!” She said eagerly, and you shot her a look.

Nerves had always and always will be a problem. The crowd was bigger than usual tonight, and you weren’t even wearing a stage outfit. The music softly played in the background, and you let the words escape your mouth. “I was cheated by you, and I think you know when…” The piano played softly in the background and you smiled, butterflies still in your stomach. The light was only on you know, and you couldn’t see any faces within the crowd. “So I’ve made up my mind, it must come to an end… Look at me now, will I ever learn, I don’t know how…” You took in a deep breath. “But I suddenly lose control, there’s a fire within my soul.” The beat started to pick up and you couldn’t help but grin.

People started to cheer as it picked up. “Just one look and I can hear a bell ring, One more look and I forgot everything, whoa.” You sang in the microphone, your nerves melting away as you immersed yourself in the song and the audience did the same.

“Mamma mia, Here I go again… My my, How can I resist ya?” You sang. You moved around the stage. You stood out against the painted flowers on the wall, and the crowd was really into the song. Everyone was dancing, even yourself. “Mamma Mia, does it show again… My my, just how much I missed you?”

Outside the bar, it just so happened that the boys were walking by. Freddie had been shopping for some clothes to wear out on the beach, when they walked by and heard a voice. Roger’s face lit up, because he instantly recognized the voice as the one from last night. The boys didn’t even noticed when he had slipped away into the bar. Roger wasn’t expecting the large crowd. He was trying to make his way to the stage to finally see where the voice was coming from. However, people kept blocking it the stage, and he could never get a good look at who was singing it.

“Mamma mia, now I really know.” The voice sang out. The song had a contagious tune, and Roger needed to know who was singing. With one final shove, he made his way to the left side of the stage.

You were slightly sweaty from all the moving around and singing, and you were tired honestly, but you’d never let it show. As the last lines approached you gave it all you got. “My my, I should not have let you go!” You tried to end with a cute pose, but instead only ended up with your feet getting caught up in some wires. You fell backwards, your arms shooting out in front of you, trying to grasp something to catch yourself. Instead of feeling the impact of the floor, you swiftly and perfectly fell into someone’s arms.

The person was holding you bridal style, and you were trying to process what was going on; your heart was still beating so fast. “Oh my gosh I’m so so sorry.” You said, and then you looked up to see who caught you, only to find a pair of blue, angelic eyes staring down at you. It was Roger.

“It’s you.” Roger said, looking down at you, before a grin spread across his face.

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lux and ivy’s playlist @ivcsisms THINKING ABOUT A GIRL.

It’s 2 am and I’m thinking about the girl I have a crush on but she’s taken so I spend your night writing about her instead while wondering how it feels to make out with her.

the less i know the better by tame impala --- “someone said they left together i ran out the door to get her she was holding hands with trevor not the greatest feeling ever said, "pull yourself together you should try your luck with heather" then i heard they slept together oh, the less i know the better the less i know the better oh my love, can't you see yourself by my side no surprise when you're on his shoulder like every night oh my love, can't you see that you're on my mind don't suppose we could convince your lover to change his mind so goodbye she said, "it's not now or never wait ten years, we'll be together" i said, "better late than never just don't make me wait forever" don't make me wait forever.”

i kissed a girl and she kissed me by kid bloom --- “i get excited when you come round won't you try to make it right i know i've been waiting don't start with me baby i don't know don't sympathize lately let it go this time my heart can't take much more don't start with me baby i don't know.”

her heart isn’t beating for me by semi attractive boy --- “she's got the look of love out of her cheeks she doesn't seem the want to give it to me i've got the feeling that i could be setting her free she's got her eyes so wrong she's seeing my friend she doesn't see the love that i think it feel i got the feeling that her heart isn't beating for me.”

lovefool by no vacation --- “guess i was a fool for believing you. yeah the truth hurts more than a lie or two. more than a lie or two. door closes and you're gone. you left me hangin' on this love. for far too long.”

getting it on by the sales --- “what did you forget was something what did you get, what did you get a part of it was always there and i found out on the way, out of your heart.”

a million other things by pronoun --- “is this how it ends is this how it starts when you love somebody while they falling apart love somebody while they falling don't know where it leads don't know if you know when you keep on holding tight instead of letting go keep on holding tight instead of letting go but you gotta come home come back baby, come back first gotta come home first come back baby, even if it hurts cause there's a million other things we can do in the world.”

come on mess me up by cub sport --- “i found comfort, i fell in love with avoiding problems we were riding on smith street we were right on track i left it behind without sinking, they all said i wasn't thinking i found comfort, i fell in love with avoiding problems but i want this, you know i want this so come on, mess me up and you can break me if you'll still take me ruin me, if you'll let me be one of the ones you say you won't forget 'cause i want this, you know i want this.”

let it lie by morning tv --- “i wanna know why, i’m still crying i know its time to let it all lie i wanna be with you, i want for you to be with me but all of our ideals of ourselves they fall from a reality.”

you might be sleeping by jakob ogawa & clairo --- “baby, when you're near it's warm inside sometimes when you stare our hearts entwine and in the morning i'll be here you might be sleeping without a care and in the morning i'll be here you might be dreaming play with your hair.”

rivers bend by the doorbells --- “cut me open sew my wounds shut i wanna be yours truly meet me at the rivers bend i wanna feel what you feel i wanna lose when you lose i wanna cry with you i wanna smile when you smile.”

fool by frankie cosmos --- “your name is a triangle your heart is a square i'd love to see you way over there once i was happy you found it intriguing then you got to me left me bleeding you make me feel like a fool waiting for you you make me feel like a fool waiting for you.”

not my baby by alvvays --- “now that you're not my baby i'll go do whatever i want no need to turn around to see what's behind me i don't care and it's true, i've been checking out lately i go do whatever i want no need to turn around to see what's behind me i don't care because i'm really not there i'm really not there.”

dreaming by mac demarco --- “someday i'll find her and i'm still reminded maybe she's the best in dreams she's still the best i've seen dreamin' dreamin' dreamin' baby, i'm dreamin' out on her windowsill baby remember maybe i'm out of luck maybe it's running still dreamin' dreamin' dreamin' baby, i'm dreamin'.”

velvet sheets by goth babe --- “i've got my feelings on they've got a mind of their own can i call you now please won't you pick up the phone i need a face to touch mine is getting old where is my home im really feeling old, old, old some day soon i'll run with you.”

i’m never going to understand by elvis depressedly --- “trembling for forgiveness tiny calloused hands i'm never going to understand i will love you bunny as long as i can i'm never going to understand now me and your sickness forever hand in hand i'm never going to understand i can't love you bunny try as hard as i can i'm never going to understand.”

best friend by rex orange county --- “i should've stayed at home 'cause right now i see all these people that love me but i still feel alone can't help but check my phone i could've made you mine but no, it wasn't meant to be and see, i wasn't made for you and you weren't made for me though it seemed so easy.”

warned you by good morning --- “she looked to me, it's no surprise well i well i i could die but i warned you.”

lose it by swmrs --- “when we drove up the coast we had a soundtrack we made it feel like a film on a reel and our story didn't have a happy ending but it still sounded good despite the way i feel the last thing i want is another broken heart to drive me to the brink of crazy in the end i couldn't take it cuz i knew we wouldn't make it so come on, come on and tell me why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music? ya if all my favorite songs make me think of you i'm gonna lose it.”

little uneasy by fazerdaze --- “we are young, so we untie we are young, we get tired walking on rooftops, feel so heavy i could never leave you if you let me try go on and let me try steady now, but falling slack stepping out, but falling back under-passing all your dreaming i'll admit feeling a little uneasy about you want to cut me out just one more take i'm still feeling my way.”

love song by bad luck --- “i spent 5 years nailing myself to a cross, that i destroyed overnight, through what we'll call "a talk", in a parking lot, in a town that would, later on become, where i lay my head with you. i'd say we all rise up from the dead here again and again. ooh, wouldn't you, say you do too, say you do too, say, "i'm like you", oh i like you, and in some time more, we'll be home somewhere else, with our dog and our children, but i'm in no rush, we have all our lives, we can just get high, and watch time pass by, then again there's nothing we can't do. and i think i'd be fine living life wanting to die with you.”

i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red --- “i don't wanna be your friend i wanna kiss your lips i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath i don't wanna be your friend i wanna kiss your lips i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath oh hannah tell me something nice like flowers and blue skies oh hannah i will follow you home although my lips are blue and i'm cold.”

one last time by summer salt --- “baby girl when was it that you had decided you'd call it off and on you were just having fun with loving one last time still i'd catch you when the days through at my side passing by wishin' someday you'd make up your mind alone, alone again on valentine.”

why do i wait (when i know you have a lover) by the zolas --- “i can lose a day in a gothic maze. why do i wait when i know you've got a lover? barcelona crush half-capped in the sun. why do i wait when i know you've got a lover? the hands flail up in the clouds. i am their king with the chemical crown. why do i wait, do i pace a figure-eight ain't it easy to decide to go?”

talia by king princess --- “hey, my love i buried you a month or two ago i keep thinking that you're standing on my floor that you're waiting there for me hey, my love you've walked out a hundred times out of us supposed to know this time that you wouldn't call that you wouldn't come home but four drinks i'm wasted i can see you dancing, i can lay down next to you at the foot of my bed if i drink enough i can taste your lipstick, i can lay down next to you but it's all in my head if i drink enough i swear that i will wake up next to you.”

malibu by lucys --- “baby you see my love is ever changing like the candle light that keeps melting but that don't mean i'm over you like this rose i hold for you oh sweet girl you've made me blue time and time again i feel out of tune you wind me up and spin me round tear me up and tell me how baby i just want to make you mine and i die for a bit of your time oh love you’ve got me enticed … enticed.”

i want you by alex lahey --- “you're the kind of person who likes going to the movies alone you only drink cider and you're aching to move out of home i don't know much more about you but it seems to me that you're my kind i get so excited when i hear that you are coming 'round it used to surprise me when you'd say that you weren't homeward-bound i don't know much more about you but it seems to me that you do things that people only do when they think that they like me too i want you even when you're out of town even when we're up and down i want you even when i'm all alone even when we're on the phone i want you even though you'll never know from the day you said hello i want you.”

by your side by flatsound --- “see myself in a screen wasting days, counting weeks getting more familiar with how you speak while you're away from me but i don't want to say goodbye because it's safer when i'm by your side it's safer when i'm by your side i want to be near you like i'm meant to.”

yellow by pity party (girls club) --- “love is sick, but we could try. i really like, i really like the things you do to me. the things you do to me. love is sick, i really mean. i want you close, right next to me. love is dumb, but we could try. i really like, i really like the way you stare at me. the way you stare at me. love is yellow, i really mean. i want you close, to die with me.”

mixed up and confused by gromz --- “we used to be, part-time lovers, our hands underneath the covers. now you've got me all, mixed up and confused. i don't know what to do, you got me all yeah you got me all i'm just searching for a way out but instead i'm just going back to you and it hurts me to think that you've got it going on with other guys.”

a shitty love song by jye --- “roses are red, violets are blue and i think i'm in love with you making me blush every time that i'm with you roses are red, violets are blue and i think i'm in love with you making me blush every time that i'm with you something about you that make's me wanna light up inside it's to do with you eyes nothing you say or do is ever gonna change my mind cause i'm in love.”

i think you’re alright by jay som --- “when i wake up in the morning i'll make you some coffee we'll lay about and let the day pass i'll wipe your blood off the concrete take you to the party we'll drink until our brains black out and god, you're so pretty your smile's unforgiving i'll place it where nobody can find i'll play all your favorite songs and shake when the lights go off i'll hide us in the warm night oh, i think you're alright.”

hourglass by catfish & the bottlemen --- “you know when you're gone i struggle at night dreams of you fucking me all the time and i know your tied up and i know your phone's fucked i'm craving your calls like a soldier's wife i wanna bring you home myself bring you home myself come back, move in, mess my place chest infect me, waste my days 'cause i know you love to drive me up the wall i know you love to drive me up the wall.”

girls by girl in red --- “i've been hiding for so long these feelings, they're not gone could i tell anyone? afraid of what they'll say so i push them away i'm acting so strange they're so pretty it hurts i'm not talking 'bout boys i'm talking 'bout girls.”

mice by billie marten --- “i don't understand why most of the time i'm living my life all wrong i felt nothing at all the freedom of the fall my smile is on the backseat, the back wall watch me as i go and separate the ones that i am made to love and hate.”

the way you used to love me by diamond cafe --- “searching for your touch i've been feeling lonely i know that it's my fault honey i'm sorry nothing can compare to the way you used to love me to the way you used to love me i've been dreaming for somebody to hold me not just anybody it's you that i'm holding nothing can compare to the way you used to love me.”

soft by babygirl --- “i feel soft around you i feel soft around you comfortable and warm and far from any harm i’m lost without you a broken clock without you and when i pull away i’m begging you to stay oh you would swear i lost my mind, the things i do i know i’m hard to love sometimes but i’m soft around you i’d be a mess without you fucked up depressed without you life would be worthwhile and sometimes i’d still smile but just less without you i’m so obsessed about you i know i’m touch and go i’m yes and then i’m no no no no.”

i’ll be around by floor cry --- “just like a sad song on a rainy day just like a heartache that won't go away all i've ever known is feeling alone just like a treasure that i cannot reach i bring a cake but i can't have a piece now something has changed my life rearranged sleepless nights i don't get no time off still i can't get enough you fit my heart like a glove sleepy days my head's no longer hurting i'm not sure if it's working i think about you too much.”

yellow velvet by wydes --- “tired friend, wash out my eyes burn into my head that if the moon is never gonna make things better instead i'll ride away come back to yellow velvet days when all the cops would run away only diamonds for my baby girl only diamonds when i will afford them i've been in love before when i let you run away.”

valentine by suki waterhouse --- “guess it all goes somewhere unknown turn around and leave it all behind once again, i've drawn a line there must be a place where lost love overflows tell the truth that in my mind we were always on borrowed time is it just that it always goes to a place where love lost overflows? seems to me it's over i'll get used to it eventually over and over again, brutally it's just the way it's meant to be now your love's no good for me beneath my smile my thoughts run wild though i try my best, i can't forget my past so once again i send it on to the place where love lost overflows.”

make me your queen by declan mckenna --- “i know that i mean nothing to you, babe i've tried my best to keep these thoughts away oh, i've tried to speak but there's nothing left to say 'cause i mean nothing to you, babe i know that i mean nothing to you, dear if ever i stop by, you're never here and i don't mean shit, i know you've made that clear 'cause i mean nothing to you, dear so make me your queen.”

#∘ ⋰ ╏ ♡ ﹕𝒇𝒕 . ╰ 𝙞𝙫𝙮 . ◞#again #my brain? d e a d #y'all really expect anything less from me #also there's a few typos in the pictures but i'm too lazy too fix them #listen lux is a disaster n that's all you need to know

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blogaboutmusic · 6 years

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all the playlists !

did this a while ago, but my spotify changed so much that i decided to do it again, and also because i have a lot of new followers! thank you & thank you if you follow my playlists! Be sure to check the list out bc i have a playlist for almost every genre & mood!

● ✧･ﾟ*✧･ﾟ* existential crisis: everything i have that is sad ● 2019 ; letz getit: music i discovered so far in 2019 / music that is important to me in 2019 ● 20(18)GAYTEEN: every album that came out in 2018 (at least of artists i like) ● 20(19)BITEEN: every album that came out in 2019 (/artist i like :) ) ● 5sᴏs ; complete: i think the title says it all ● ａｌｉｅｎｓ: a mix full of alt. songs. dope. 10/10 recommend to aliens ● all of it ; alternative ?: stuff that is alt but not quite, pop punk but not quite, rock but not quite, etc! ● all of it ; emo music: EVERYTHING YOU NEED. EVERYTHING SAD. EVERYTHING ANGRY. EVERYTHING GUITAR. pop-punk punk-rock emo/rock indie/alternative ● all of it ; k-pop: all the k-pop music that I listen to, stuffed into one mix. ● ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: all of all time low’s music ● angry k-pop bops: a playlist that was inspired by district 9 of stray kids ● autumn, baby: perfect songs for fall! ● back to the future: idk some albums that i love listening to that go really well together ● bandito tour ; twenty one pilots: a playlist for an upcoming concert ● b͓̽a͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽h͓̽a͓̽n͓̽: a playlist for my bias of stray kids! ● ʙᴀɴɢᴛᴀɴɢ sᴏɴʏᴇᴏɴᴅᴀɴ ; ʙᴛs: all of bts’ music in one playlist ● best intro's, no argue: okay but really 505 is one of the best songs ever don’t fight me on that one ● bi bops: actually it doesnt matter if you’re gay, straight, pan or bi, these all work. just bops. ● b-sides, : songs i tend to forget about because i mostly listen to other songs on the albums... but they deserve the world so there you go ● 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊: kinda angry, kinda alternative. ● bon voyage: i listened to this a lot when i went to paris and when i have to travel a lot. travel worthy. ● bop that Bussy ; emo version: FAV EMO JAMS AND BOPS AND BANGERS ● bring me the horizon ; complete : all of bmth’s music ● bts amsterdam 13.10.18: SETLIST ly tour amsterdam but also europe. i miss them a lot & wanna thank them for one of my best nights ever

● calm my anxious ass: what i need when i’m breaking down & alone again ● chanyeol (っ◔◡◔)っ: a playlist for my exo bias, mostly english sung songs though ● chilly billy doobop: so nice to have as background music or for when there’s a friend over. just ever so fckn CHILL ● classical // piano: classical music, mostly piano ● current mood: songs i’m probably listening to right now (lmao still) ● daniel james howell: a playlist for my fav youtuber!!! ● daydream: my playlist with music that makes me dream for a better version of me ● ᴅᴀʏ6 ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: every day6 song ever. stan talent stan day6 ● death / school mix: songs about dying & other relatable stuff for school, ha ha ● dizzy tummy: stuff i listen to strolling through the city or being in a specific trainride ● dope on a rope: no, this isn't a playlist for the growlers' song, it's old beats. ● emo & alternative: sum emo tunes! totally random *insert that one crazy emoji with the tongue out* ● energize this tired bub: upbeat tempo music that really energizes me ● energetic appleflap: playlist for a friend (that i have crush on) ● eɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ: music i listened to before & after my waterparks concert + every waterparks song ever & the setlist ● ᴇxᴏ ; xᴏxᴏ: exo complete. please give us a ot9 comeback ● exploring: stuff i have yet to listen to ● fᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: all of FOB’s music. can you believe i’m still emo trash? ● frickity freck!: fresh alt-ish music ● fuck me up: a ReAlLy gOoD aLterNaTiVe / IndiE / eMo playlist? ● funky dunky business: the bass in these is mostly really mcflipping good ● geez, morty: playlist for fake friends ● ɢᴏᴛ7 ; ᴀʜɢᴀsᴇ: all of got7 their music ● ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴀʏ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: all of green day aka my fav band their music ! every.thing. ● grrr. : just metal and grunge. heavy shit ● guitars: really good guitars like guns ‘n roses & beatles and just guitars that i love??? ● guns n' roses setlist: setlist g ‘n r Europe 2017 ● halsey: indie artist, all her music in a playlist ● happy vibes: music that makes me smile!! ● hoe anthems (k-pop ver.); k-pop bops that make me go wanna hoe the heck out ● homework // calm: music i listen to when i make homework ● hug me pls: acoustic songs i wanna listen to while cuddling ● i’m a mess: a good, short playlist i- lol- unironically made when i discovered Michael Clifford had a girlfriend lmao i hope theyre happy they deserve it ● i, an intellectual: a nerd: music from movies and series i really dig ● interactive introverts: music they played and i listened to before interactive introverts ● jae = bae: this one goes out to jae, guitarist and vocal legend in the band day6 ● jazzin' away: jazz, my friend. ● j-pop ; rock 'n soul: my favourite j-pop songs!! yes, that includes all one ok rock songs. ● journal writings: i attempt to keep up a journal. this gives me vibes. sometimes a bit more uptempo, but mostly a bit softer ● judith.eliza: for a friend ● jughead's tape: for jughead jones, of riverdale ● just guitars, nothing else.: just acoustic guitars of some of my fav songs, really good for while studying i think ● k-grooves: korean r&b and indie ● k-pop ; essential jams: my favourite k-pop songs, which are quite a lot! ● k-pop ; girls: all my girl groups’ music ● k-rock ; you make myday: all my favourite k-rock songs, yes that includes every day6 song because they are just that good sorry ● last young renegade tour: music i listened to before & after my all time low concert + the setlist ● letters to you: songs that made me think of my crush. i think people can realate? ● let there be luf: some new alt, sum songs about love ● lilacskyjimin ; fav: playlist for a friend ● lone hours: in: feeling lonely? we do, too, dont worry. youre not alone. ● mama: stuff i grew up with / stuff my mother and i both like ● marina & the diamonds: apperantly she’s only called marina now? one of the best female singers i know, indie as f*ck ● ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ; 5sos: playlist for the 5sos concert, setlist and the songs in between! ● micmicbudgee ; fav: playlist for a friend ● mom jeans, tired eyes: mostly 70s and 80s BOPS ● ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴀ x ; ᴍᴏɴʙᴇʙᴇ: all of monsta x’s music in a playlist ● muse ; complete: all of alt rock band muse their songs ● my chemical romance ; complete: emo rock band mcr all of their music ● my youngblood chronicals: alt rock songs. the reason why i’m still fighting ● nederlandse bodem: my favourite Dutch songs! ● ɴᴇᴏ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ; ɴᴄᴛ: nct complete, in a playlist ● nienisneckdeep ; fav: playlist for a friend ● nights: songs i like to listen to before going to sleep ● noa.myg: fav: another playlist for a friend ● non-english bops: jewish, french, spanish, swedish, irish and celtic music like omnia (which is partly english but i think it fits here so tough luck) ● one ok rock ; complete: one ok rock is a japanese rock band that sings in english in their latest work ● ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ! ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: all of panic! at the disco’s music in a playlist ● paramore ; complete: paramore was a punk rock band with a female singer, and now they make alt rock ● paris: a playlist for a city that i miss, a time that i miss ● ᴘᴇɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴ ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ: aka all of k-pop group Pentagon their music in a playlist ● pizza punk: waterparks, neck deep, with con and music like that. perfect for skating eheh ● power vocals: beautiful voices ! voices that make me jealous ● problems with sleeping: lovely alt songs, some of them are about not being able to sleep ● queen discography: you know that movie, bohemian rhapsody..? ● rad activist shit: end gun violence. black lives matter. abortions should be legal, pedophiles and rapists should not be able to walk free. oh and love is love, get over it. angry songs, songs about revolution. ● rainbow: love songs, some sad (rain), some ever so happy (sun). together they make a rainbow ● red hot chili peppers: the red hot chili peppers are rock band and if you dont know them, look them up!! ● revolution radio 2017: music i listened to before & after my green day concert + the setlist ● rev up my spaceship, bois: modern hard rock in a playlist! ● sad boi o’clock: another sad playlist, you can never have enough of these ● sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ; sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ: seventeens (k-pop) complete music discography ● skylinn ; khaleesiqoyi: first playlist i made for a friend: my best friend ● slytherin headgirl: this is what the people in slytherin listen to, i swear ● socrates would deffo stan: indie and alt, only for intellectuals (i’m just kidding) ● soft; rock™: soft (old) rock ● soft; k-pop: for if you wanna weep along with exo, bts,, etc ● soundtrack of my life 🌙: the basics to my music ● space jams 🚀: most songs are about wanting to run away, perfect for when you’re in space ● spoopy rave: i secretly listen to this through the year, idec ● starry skies, snazzy beats: mostly cute beats, perfect for studying or staring at the sky ● sᴛᴀʏ ; sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs !: all of stray kids songs, go stan them already and please stay ● stranger things: songs that give me a stranger things vibe ● supernatural ; rock & grunge: stuff Dean Winchester would listen to, blue oyster cult, aerosmith, black sabbath, stuff like that ● tae tae: a playlist for v of bts, one of my biases ● the 1975: an alt band, latest work: an brief inquiry into online relationships ● the neighbourhood: very chill music. kinda rap, kinda alt ● these physically turn me on: really, really good songs, or nice vocals, idk how to explain ● tits out for harambe: the closest thing i have to pop music / rap i guess, with khai dreams, frank ocean, childish gambino, ari, troye, ya know ● tokyo: a playlist for dreaming about the feeling of a city ● travel back in time: 50s, 60s music, stuff i listen to with my grandpa but also alone cuz its fun ● twenty øne piløts ; complete: all of twenty one pilots their music ● underappreciated alt songs: alternative songs that i think deserve (even more) hype! ● waterparks ; complete: nice new pop punk band that deffo has a lot of talent! ● when the week ends: a mix for the weekend ● wubbalubbadubdub: old bops that make me forget about my sadness ● year in review: 2018: music i discovered in 2018 / music that was important to me in 2018 / songs that came out in 2018 ● yoongi: songs where you can sing yoongi really clearly and songs that make me think of him ● you’re making me feel miserable: songs i listened to after i confessed to my crush and he turned me down sksksksk

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platonicvisionimagines · 5 years

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Vision, the reader, Wanda, and any other Avengers of your choice on a road trip somewhere. Someone thought it would be a nice bonding experience and everyone there was pretty much brought against their will. Fun nonsense, loud singing and hijinks ensue and the reader gets to see a playful side of Vision they never even knew he had.

Alright, my friend. So here’s the deal. This request was so flipping good that I really had to go a little overboard. So, instead of a bulletpoint scenario…I may or may not have started a, uh…full-on fic? It started getting out of hand, so I’m breaking it up. Here is the first part, and it’s going to be, I estimate, about 2 or 3 segments long. I just felt that an overview really didn’t do this request justice. So, this is part one, and be prepared for much more after I finish the six other requests in my inbox.

THE AVENGERS ROAD TRIP, PT. I (2.5k words)

It starts as a sort of joke, a wild fantasy proposed by a couple of day-dreamers.

The common room in the New Avengers Facility is filled with an uncommon and uncharacteristic peace—no arguments, no hurt feelings, an all-around remarkable lack of tension and room-dominating elephants.

Steve reads the paper from his favorite chair directly under one of the overhead lights. On the floor beside him, Bucky tinkers with the unloaded crossbow Clint and Natasha were teaching him to use. Vision and Bruce examine and discuss blueprints for one of Tony’s new blaster prototypes pulled up on a holoscreen. Viz’s arm is wrapped around Wanda’s shoulders, and he absent-mindedly rubs circles into her sleeve with his thumb as she chats with you.

“Oh, I listened to that band you were telling me about!” Wanda exclaims, gesturing excitedly.

“I’ve given you hours’ worth of recommendations, Wanda,” you tease good-naturedly. “You’re going to have to narrow it down for me.”

She laughs. “Ah, they had a strange name. I can’t think of it. Hang on.” She closes her eyes and racks her brain for a melody. One pops to mind and she hums the chorus expectantly. Recognition clicks in immediately for you.

“WALK THE MOON! Oh my gosh, what did you think?”

“I loved them! They make music that makes me want to travel.” She quirks an eyebrow. “Does that make sense?”

You leap to your feet, pointing at her fervently. “It makes perfect sense! I know exactly what you mean—they’re the perfect road trip band!”

Wanda, Viz, and Bruce stare at you with wide eyes, and, realizing that your shout has definitely disturbed the peace, you glance behind you to find Steve and Bucky wearing the same expression. You smile in sheepish apology and spin back around to face Wanda, who hides her laughter behind her hand.

“Sorry, everyone. I promise I’ll be quiet after this, but you all look skeptical of my claim, so now I have to defend my point.” You cue F.R.I.D.A.Y. with a wave of your hand. “Miss F.R.I.D.A.Y., play ‘Surrender” by WALK THE MOON.” Vision chuckles quietly. He always called the AI “Miss,” insisting that for all she did, she deserved the utmost respect, and the habit had rubbed off on you.

There’s a rustling as Steve gives up on reading for a moment, folding his paper and putting it in his lap. Bucky continues to fiddle with a mechanism of the crossbow, but you know enough about him to know he’s listening carefully, too. The opening notes of the song fade in, and the images of all it could be a soundtrack to are vivid in your mind’s eye.

After a minute of listening, you can see that no one’s objecting to the music, but they’re also not visualizing what seems painfully clear to you. Wanda and Vision are searching to find whatever it is you had in mind, but Bruce looks like he’s not hearing the track at all as he frowns and zooms in on the blueprint before him.

“Alright, everyone close your eyes. You’ve got to let it wash over you.”

Much to your surprise, everyone does as you ask. As a younger, newer member of the team, sometimes you could get the others to indulge you for little requests like this.

“Really listen now,” you instruct as the chorus pumps its driving beat through the air. “See? Don’t you get a vibe like you’re driving through the Grand Canyon with your hair flying in the wind and the red rocks rising around you? It’s just blue skies and open air and freedom, ya know?” The longer they have their eyes shut, the more you see everyone’s expression shift, and you know they’re feeling it.

When the song ends, Steve and Bucky are looking at you, nodding in satisfied agreement. Bruce still has a small smile lingering on his face as he goes back to scanning over Tony’s blueprint, and you hope the music was a welcome distraction for a moment. Vision opens his eyes and grins.

“That was lovely. I can understand why you both enjoy that song so much.”

You look to Wanda to get her opinion, but stop yourself from speaking when you see that her eyes are still closed. Another few seconds pass before she opens her eyes. There’s a faraway expression on her face when her gaze meets yours, and it startles you. The sadness that tints her irises haunts you, and you quickly sit down beside her. Vision notices the same thing and gently shakes Wanda’s shoulder, looking at her worriedly.

“Wanda, are you okay?”

She blinks rapidly to reel in the emotions threatening to spill over and nods.

“I…I am fine, yes. It’s just…it sounded so nice.” She brings her hands up and gingerly flicks her hair off of her forehead. A gentle smile graces her lips. “Maybe…maybe someday we can see something like that.”

Vision takes Wanda’s hand and kisses it softly, rubbing her knuckles soothingly. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, Wanda.”

“I agree,” you say, searching for a way to bring her back to the state she was in before. “Hey, do you want to watch this really cool set of covers Steve and I watch sometimes?” She nods, and you ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to bring up YouTube.

Everyone returns to their tasks, but the calm is skewed, squished, like it can’t quite settle back into the same shape, like the room suddenly has less space than before. Wanda falls back into easy laughter as you show her Postmodern Jukebox, but you catch Vision’s eye behind her back, and you both know that you’re going to have to find a way to help Wanda see the world.

In looking at each other, neither of you catch the glint of determination in Steve’s eye as he turns to the sports section.

It’s 10:45 the next morning when F.R.I.D.A.Y. sends out a compound-wide alert to let the team know that an 11:00 meeting has been called. Everyone who spent the night in the compound shuffles down to the boardroom in various states of alertness; 12:00 is optimal functioning time for most Avengers. Bruce rests his chin on his hand, dozing lightly as he sits, and across from him, Natasha watches, fighting the smile threatening to cross her face. The smell of coffee hangs heavy in the air as Clint hunches over his mug next to her, Sam throws back his caffeine like a shot, and Wanda sips quietly from her cup. Vision smiles brightly as you enter, and you pull up a chair beside him.

“Any idea what we’re in for?”

“None whatsoever.” Tony beats Vision to his reply, striding through the door. “I pulled up this morning ready to get to work and got re-routed on my way to the lab, so it better be good.” He slides into the seat next to Bruce, clapping him on the shoulder and startling him awake. “You get a chance to take a look at those blueprints, buddy?”

Bucky and Steve walk in last. Bucky takes a seat near the head of the table, and Steve follows but remains standing.

He gives a close-lipped smile before starting in. “Morning, Avengers. I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called this meeting.”

“Rogers, if this is about trying to get the Department of Education to finally retire those PSAs—”

Steve snorts. “It’s not that, Stark. We’re in need of some team bonding.” He looks around meaningfully at all of you. “I think some time together outside of the compound would do us some good—time when we’re not looking at blueprints or punching secret agents in the face. Time when we’re just…you know, living.”

“I like our movie nights,” Bucky interjects with a shrug. That was an understatement—Bucky adored movie night.

“So do I, Buck, but I was thinking of something a bit beyond that,” Steve responds cryptically.

Natasha narrows her eyes. “Well then, what do you have in mind?”

Steve draws in a deep breath, pointedly meeting your eyes and then Wanda’s. “A road trip.”

Clint, Sam, and Tony burst into laughter simultaneously. Natasha smiles.

“Oh, you’ve really done it this time, Steve.”

Steve had anticipated as much in the way of reception. “Before you totally shrug me off, really think about it for a minute. It’s a much-needed break, a chance for us to see some new sights, and I know for a fact you’ve all wanted the opportunity to test out Stark’s car collection.”

“Hey, don’t volunteer my luxury SUVs for your little teenage summer fantasy.”

“You can shake your finger at me all you want, but I guarantee they’ll look better on the road than in the garage.”

“I think it’s a fantastic idea,” Vision finally says. Everyone turns to look at him, and at last, they catch sight of Wanda, of the hope shining in her eyes. The atmosphere shifts with the recognition of her childlike wonder. You tap your fingers on the table.

“I agree. Honestly, nothing cements family ties more than a good, old-fashioned road trip.”

The beginnings of a sense of triumph lights Steve’s expression. The tide is turning in his favor.

Bruce sits up in his seat to object. “I don’t think we want to risk putting me in a very confined space for an indeterminate number of hours.”

“I don’t know, Dr. Banner,” you pipe up. “I’ve never seen you Hulk out over nothing. It’s always seemed like you’ve been pretty in control over the kinds of minor annoyances that would pop up during a road trip.”

“That’s true, Bruce,” Steve agrees. “I think you might really end up enjoying yourself.”

Sam stretches in his seat. “Yeah, you all have a good time with that. Take lots of selfies, alright?”

Without missing a beat, Steve looks at Sam. “Sam, you’re coming.”

“What?” Sam sets his mug on the table, disbelief in his face. “Come on, why don’t I get a choice?”

“Because you don’t have a wife at home already prepared to chew you out for missing dinner last night by staying at the compound,” Clint retorts. He laughs fiendishly in victory, his voice playful, but his expression falls a bit and his laughter dies off as he realizes the truth behind his promise of an imminent incoming lecture.

“Look,” Steve sighs, a muscle in his jaw tightening as his tone changes. “It’s been one major hit after another for this team. If we’re being honest, I think it’s a miracle we’ve managed to stay together this long. It just seems like we could use a little vacation, a way to reaffirm that we’re in this together. That we’ve got each other’s backs.”

A few seconds pass in silence. Bucky breaks it, grinning as he speaks.

“Alright. An Avengers road trip.” He chuckles lightly at the sound of it; it’s a proposition only his best friend could make work. The room settles into an energy of acceptance, a few other laughs breaking free from your teammates. You and Vision look at Wanda at the same time. She’s ecstatic. “That begs a pretty important question,” Bucky continues. “Might start a brand new fight before it brings us together. Where are we going?”

The task falls to you and Vision. Steve feels that it’s only right. He extends the invitation to Wanda, too, but she declines, saying she wants to be surprised.

You briefly consider having a city as your destination, tossing around Boston and Pittsburgh and Cleveland. But the national parks have always had a special place in your heart, and as soon as you suggest it, Vision concurs that it’s the way to go.

“Cuyahoga or Acadia?” you ask, biting your lip and drumming your fingers against your chin.

Vision considers this seriously for a minute. “Maine might be a bit more secluded,” he suggests. “Easier to stay hidden and inconspicuous.”

You clap and point at him in agreement. “You’re so right, my dude.”

“We could complete the first half of the trip and stop in Providence for the night before making our way into Augusta.”

“Good idea. I love Rhode Island.” You type in your new destinations and look at the times for each leg of the route. “Looks like it’s broken up into three travel days this way. Should prevent us all from being at each other’s throats too quickly, right? On the way back we can do longer stints in the car and get back in two days because everyone always wants to get home by the end.”

“We could stay over in Concord, New Hampshire.”

“Perfect!” You survey the route you’ve mapped out in awe. “Viz…I believe we just planned a road trip.”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles at you. “I believe we did.”

Ultimately, Steve grants Tony the option to skip out on the road trip so that he can spend time with Pepper—although he did extend the offer to let Pepper join the expedition; she respectfully declined. Clint had automatically qualified for exemption because of his family. The thought of the confined quarters of the car had made Bruce too nervous, and he opted to remain at home after you made him promise to tag along for the next road trip—you were exceedingly optimistic—as long you all came back in one piece and still mostly enjoying one another’s company.

But you did succeed in dragging Natasha, Sam, and Bucky along, and you even manage to get Peter onboard. Not that it had been much of a struggle.

“A road trip?” He had gawked. “Uh, yeah, of course I want in!”

It’s a Thursday when you leave, piling into the Lincoln Navigator Tony agreed to loan you. Peter, Sam, and Bucky settle into the back row. Peter doesn’t mind, even being in the middle seat, and Bucky doesn’t mind the back either. But Sam wears an exasperated expression already. He hadn’t had much of a choice in coming or in his seat selection, mostly because you had begged that Wanda and Vision’s first road trip experience not be from the back of the van. Window access, you had argued, was key for the trip. But you promised he could have first pick on the way back.

And so it had come to pass that Nat, Wanda and Vision would occupy the middle row—the snack row. The three hoist the big snack-filled canvas bags Wanda had assembled throughout the week into their laps. You slide into the passenger’s seat as the appointed DJ for the journey, and Steve exchanges a few words with Tony as Tony hands off the keys.

And then Steve takes the wheel, and the road trip begins.

Again, thank you for the great opportunity to bring this to life, my darling Anon. Look for the next few parts with some great Viz moments over the next few weeks!

#Vision #Viz #The Vision #Victor Shade #platonic!Vision x Reader #Vision imagines #Avengers imagines #MCU imagines #Marvel imagines #Avengers Road Trip

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blindbatalex · 5 years

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25. i love snow days because it means that you trek across town to hang out with me and watch movies on the couch except this time you demand to know who i’m crushing on and i don’t know how to say you for Bergy/Marchy?

send me more winter prompts!

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It isn’t that often that practice gets cancelled due to inclement weather but when it does Brad really doesn’t complain.

He and Bergy have a routine for those precious stolen off days - no matter how bad the storm, Bergy puts on his ski pants and scarf and treks the short distance between their apartments to spend the day with Brad. They work out together in Brad’s gym, Brad makes mac and cheese and they spend the rest of the day either binging on the latest TV show they are obsessed with or watching cheesy Christmas movies.

They have gone the second route this time. The blizzard is raging on outside, snowflakes caught in the wind patter against Brad’s ceiling to floor windows and the movie ends with the two protagonists - childhood friends driven apart by life - kissing under the mistletoe after rekindling their high school romance over Christmas.

Brad makes a soft noise at the back of his throat as the credits roll. He knows real life isn’t like the movies, people don’t just get happy endings like that, but with Bergy lounging on his couch in a soft grey hoodie, fingers wrapped around a near empty cup of hot cocoa it’s just-

Bergy turns to him in an instant. “Oh my God,” he says, “you have a crush and I don’t even know about it.”

How-

Brad opens his mouth to protest but Bergy carries on before he can.

“Not even a crush. You are head over heels in love with someone and I have no idea. Man.”

“Dude, you are jumping into conclusions faster than Sens are jumping into irrelevance,” Brad replies, when he finally finds his voice. It definitely comes off as too defensive.

How the fuck-

“No, I know that sound,” Bergy counters. He is fully facing Brad now, sitting sideways on the couch with one bare foot tucked under himself, and a spark in his eye he usually only gets right before he is about to make a fatal, gorgeous shot on the ice.

“That’s a sound of wistful dreamy longing. Last time you made it was on December 17, 2014, when you were head over heels in love with Parker, and the time before that was when you saw a life size cut out of Donatello and wanted to bring it home.”

Brad looks at his friend with his jaw hanging approximately at his chest.

“How the fuck-?”

“No, the question is who the fuck. Come on man, why wouldn’t you tell me, your best friend?”

Fuck. Brad knows Bergy and when Bergy gets like this he won’t let it go. How the fuck he remembers the things he does, Brad has no fucking clue.

So Brad goes for the next best thing, revels in the irony of saying what he says to Bergy’s face.

“Well, I didn’t tell you because it’s never going to go anywhere. He is- not interested. I will just have to get over it.”

He shrugs. He has no doubt that he will. This is not the first time Brad fell in love with Bergy, and the feelings subside usually when Bergy finds someone to date.

They never disappear though. There is always that lump sitting at the very back of his chest, made of longing and love and melancholy. It’s so easy to imagine a life for the two of them, with late rides back from road trips and quick breakfasts before practice and quiet days like this, when they can snuggle in each other’s arms as time slows down to a standstill and the outside world stops existing, however briefly.

“How do you even know that?”

Brad has to keep himself from smiling too bitterly.

“Does he- like spending time with you?” Bergy asks.

Brad nods. “Yeah, but as friends.”

And that’s the thing. Given who he is and given who Brad is, asking for more would be ungrateful. He knows that no matter how much his mind would love to run away with one impossible dream after the other.

“Does he laugh at your dumb jokes?”

“Listen, everyone laughs at my jokes. They are not dumb.”

“No, I mean the ones you make after three beers and when you are running on five hours of sleep, the really dumb ones?”

Those seem to be the jokes Bergy finds the funniest- that, and whenever Brad is high on painkillers. Brad will make as many stupid jokes as he can on those nights just to hear Bergy laugh.

“Well then,” Bergy concludes, “chances are this guy likes you. You will never know if you don’t ask.”

Brad’s heart breaks a little at that. Could it be-? But it’s of no matter. He shrugs.

“Even if he did,” he says, fighting against a knot forming at the back of his throat. “There is no point. So this guy right, I like him a lot and if we tried to date I know I would fuck it up and I’m not ready to lose him for good.”

He stands up to walk to the window, look outside at the whirlwind of white and the empty streets so he doesn’t have to look at Bergy.

It’s been two years since Parker so much as said hi to him and he would die before he let the same thing happen with Bergy.

When Bergy objects Brad reminds him of that first part and he seems to understand. He comes to stand beside Brad and puts a tentative arm around his shoulder.

“Oh Brad,” he says quietly, “I am so sorry you feel that way. Your crush would be lucky to have you and for what it’s worth you will always have me in your corner.”

Why are you doing this? Brad wants to ask. He wants to run. Why won’t you stop?

There is a seagull trying to fly in the middle of the blizzard. It’s white figure is almost invisible against the white backdrop.

“Thanks man,” Brad says watching it, flap and flap its wings against the wind in vain, unable to move an inch forward, pinned to its spot.

“Let’s face it. There isn’t a single man on earth who wouldn’t be lucky to have me. I’m essentially a snack.”

#marcheron #bergy/marchy #hockey rpf #my fic #i loved writing this one #also feel free to send more prompts and what not!

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. // ESTELLE CASTAGNIER RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! good luck !

TAGGED. @cielcrd tysm for this !! TAGGING. did it at luke’s answer sheet.

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Erina ( 恵里菜 ) ‘ Estelle ‘ Castagnier.

NICKNAME: Elle ( by luke ), luckless golem ( by laiph )

AGE: 24

BIRTHDAY: 12th sun of the fourth Umbral Moon (12 August)

ETHNIC GROUP: Midlander hyur, half doman.

NATIONALITY: Ul’dah

LANGUAGE(S): Because of the echo, she knows most forms of languages

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single, Pending engagement she’s trying to get out of

CLASS: Lower class

HOMETOWN / AREA: Eastern Thanalan

CURRENT HOME: Castagnier inn

PROFESSION: Warrior of light, sort of. Part time server at the Quicksand

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Ash brown and till her collarbone with bangs reaching till her brow.

EYES: Dark brown with big irises. Usually has a spark or energy in them, becomes narrowed and focused when working on a task at hand.

NOSE: Small and average

FACE: Triangle shaped with a smooth jawline

LIPS: Small but notably a tad pouty and in the color of cherry red.

COMPLEXION: Fair and smooth.

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: Has a medium length one walking down her left side after being attacked by a monster when her star globe becomes weathered during battle.

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 163 cm

WEIGHT: 55 kg

BUILD: Average height and quite lean. Typical curves that a woman would have.

FEATURES: Nothing too outstanding.

ALLERGIES: -

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Tied up loosely with a band along the crown of her head.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Welcoming and friendly. As the daughter of the inn, she is used to greeting people and customers. Her eyes usually shine when her friends talk, and has face that shows how interested she is in learning about them.

USUAL CLOTHING: Brown ramie poncho with tights around her legs and wears short boots. Wears a flower at the left side of her head.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR(S): Ghosts, being rejected (again), losing, failing on promises she made, wolves

ASPIRATION(S): Wants to beat Garleans’ asses and expand her family’s inn.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Strong willed, optimistic, big hearted, energetic, extroverted, expressive, supportive, loyal

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, laid back, slow, forgetful, headstrong, gullible, obstinate, very laid back

ZODIAC: Leo

TEMPERAMENT: Hot

SOUL TYPE(S): Priests / Server

ANIMALS: A butterfly

VICE HABIT(S): Pride, becoming too overstimulated, overexcited and ends up exhausting herself, is really competitive with laipheaux

FAITH: In herself.

GHOSTS?: No, no, no, no, no.

AFTERLIFE?: Maybe.

REINCARNATION?: Maybe.

ALIENS?: It might be cool to think about.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Liberal.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: At the moment, she is saving as much as she could so she doesn’t really shop unless it’s really necessary.

SOCIO POLITICAL POSITION: No opinion

EDUCATION LEVEL: Pugilist guild, astrologian guild, before that - at a lower tier level.

FAMILY.

FATHER: Cassius Castagnier ( biological )

MOTHER: Kaiyo Harumi ( biological, deceased )

SIBLINGS: Luke Castagnier ( adoptive )

EXTENDED FAMILY: The other children at the inn.

NAME MEANING(S): Derived from ‘ stella ‘, meaning star. ( 恵里菜 ) comes from the kanji of 恵 ( blessing ), 里 ( village ) and 菜 ( vegetable or some sort ), which is her mother’s happiest experience when she first left her homeland and into Girdania and met her father.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: One of the bearers of the echo and various warriors of light that was chosen by Hydaelyn to fight as her companion.

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Doesn’t like reading and tries not to. Picture books are more of her favourite, along with recipes and books with historical paintings.

MOVIE: None

5 SONGS: None

DEITY: Oschon

HOLIDAY: Starlight Celebration

MONTH: July

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: Quicksand, Costa del Sol

WEATHER: A sunny day with blue skies and white clouds.

SOUND: Chattering from a crowd, chimes on wind bells, many laughter, soothing voices

SCENT(S): -

TASTE(S): Adventurous and rich, willing to test the flavors with her cooking and food.

FEEL(S): Chiffon fabric and the tenderness of meat

ANIMAL(S): Rabbit

NUMBER: 8

COLORS: Red, green

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Cooking, mining, drinking competitions, organizing, teasing

BAD AT: Reading, directions, sitting still, luck based games, pre planning

TURN ONS:

TURN OFFS:

HOBBIES: Cooking, going to the market,

TROPES: The Gadfly, The Social Expert, And Now You Must Marry Me, Mirthless Laughter, The Rival ( to Laipheaux )

AESTHETIC TAGS: Sundress, food, cakes, white cottages, mountains and rocks, tarot decks, hairstyles, sunflowers, glass ornaments, starry night skies, constellations

GPOY QUOTES: Not sure what this is.

FC INFO.

MAIN FC(S): Herself

ALT FC(S): Can’t think of any.

OLDER FC(S): Well... she IS an adult.

YOUNGER FC(S): Can’t think of any.

VOICE CLAIM(S): Kana Hanazawa - Japanese. demo

GENDERBENT FC(S): None.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: IF YOU COULD WRITE YOUR CHARACTER YOUR WAY IN THEIR OWN MOVIE, WHAT WOULD IT BE CALLED, WHAT STYLE WOULD IT BE FILMED IN, AND WHAT WOULD IT BE ABOUT?:

Q2: WHAT WOULD THEIR SOUNDTRACK / SCORE SOUND LIKE?:

Q3: WHY DID YOU START WRITING THIS CHARACTER?:

A long time before Luke. I think I started her character in game for like... one or two years ago but I only added her in this blog after Luke since I wanna revive her and see what I can do with the small identity I gave her before I mained Luke.

Q4: WHAT FIRST ATTRACTED YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?:

As I played her, in my head, she seems to be a very upbeat and obliging person when asked for help - probably because she hates doing nothing too. And that I feel she has a sisterly vibe too. I also like how she can be at ease with people and has her own social grace, really loves chatting and listening to others. Man, I wish I had half the energy that she has.

Q5: DESCRIBE THE BIGGEST THING YOU DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR MUSE:

Hmmm, it’s the competitive part, probably. I don’t really like competitions myself and I’m a very, very low key person.

Q6: WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN COMMON WITH YOUR MUSE?:

The fact that we’re both girls ?? lmao. We’re kinda like polar opposites, to be honest - but that’s what makes it fun for me to write her. I guess one of the common things I have with her is we like to settle and resolves things quickly and then move on rather than beat around the bush, complicate things and drag it on and on. We don’t hold grudges either.

Q7: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE FEEL ABOUT YOU?:

Probably feels that I should get my ass off my room from time to time. And maybe stop trying to shorten my own lifespan with my cooking. Man,,,,,, she does not agree with what I throw into the wok. She’s friendly though so she still feels pretty okay with me.

Q8: WHAT CHARACTERS DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE INTERESTING INTERACTIONS WITH?

With my other muse, Laipheaux ( man, he is famous with my two muses, huh ). They have a friendly rivalry, mostly due to the fact that they can’t fully understand each others’ behavior well but still able to feel a sort of caring vibe from the other. Laiph didn’t think so at first until he realizes that Estelle still gave him birthday presents like she do with everyone else and left the grand company in girdania for reasons involving him too.Estelle, though she doesn’t read too much into things, acted with Laiph pretty much like she does with friends and didn’t have the same thought process about their relationship like he does. Though they used to roughhouse a lot, they’re much more calmer with each other ( at times, yeah ).

Q9: WHAT GIVES YOU INSPIRATION TO WRITE YOUR MUSE?:

Like in Luke’s answer sheet, my love for the game. Also that I really wanted to start writing female characters who aren’t outright tough and badass like Merlwyb. Sort of trying to exit my comfort zone and see how I can have fun trying new things. Estelle is still a strong character in her own right though, but has a sort of sisterly / motherly vibe ??

Q10: HOW LONG DID THIS TAKE YOU TO COMPLETE?:

Faster than Luke’s page now that I know how this works lol

#☆ ❜ MORE INFO / ESTELLE → level up !!#laiph is next!

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Game Review - Crash Bandicoot 2: Cortex Strikes Back

I finally beat Crash Bandicoot 2 100%. For the first time ever! Okay, I had to look a couple things up, but I did give it my best effort first, and I’m satisfied with my experience.

So now, that there’s nothing left to uncover, here’s the review I promised.

(Cut for Spoilers)

First off, this is the only Crash Bandicoot game I remember owning as a kid. (I do think I remember playing Crash 1, but I think that must have been a rental or at a relative’s house.) While Crash 2 wasn’t a game I played all that many times – even with the bonus content it’s still a pretty short game, and I had loads of other games to keep me occupied – I do remember liking it. What did I like about it, back then? Well, it had good music, and some interesting level design, Crash was pretty endearing with his funny facial expressions, and it was just an easy game to pick up and play for a bit – at least until you were down to the really frustrating stuff at the end. The last few levels are tough, and I remember as a kid it took me forever to figure out what I was supposed to do during the Cortex boss fight, but I did beat the game once or twice.

Never got 100% though, at least not that I can recall. But now I have! thanks to patience and the power of looking things up ;) If you’re curious, the two things I had to look up at the end were the location of the last two secret warp exits. (Turns out, they were in the levels Diggin’ It and Unbearable.) As a result, this was the first time I’ve ever played the secret level Totally Bear, and as it turns out, a bear ride in the dark is quite a tricky combination.

So now that I’ve officially seen all there is to this game (keep in mind I’m talking about the original, not the N-Sane Trilogy version), here’s a few more general thoughts:

There’s something about the way Crash 2’s progression works that gives it a lonely, almost claustrophobic feeling. Think about it – at the start of the game, Crash is going about his daily life, hanging out with his sister and doing errands for her, then BOOM! He’s kidnapped by his old enemy, and trapped in a small tower and asked to do his bidding. Like, Crash might think he’s saving the world, but the player knows from the start he’s being duped. But even if Crash wanted to leave, he can’t. There’s no way he can escape the tower, from these small hub rooms with barely enough space to walk around. He can go into the levels, sure, and they can be pretty big, but at the end of the day they’re still corridors funneling him to the end. And while some of them are pretty, they’re filled with traps, pits, and enemies out for Crash’s blood. There’s no friendly faces for Crash here, no NPCs, Aku Aku isn’t really even a character yet. It’s just Crash versus these dangerous, sometimes mazelike death-routes. Then, when he gets to the end, he steps into the portal and he’s back at the hub room again. There’s no way out of this, and no choice but to do what Cortex wants. And considering how hard the game is, it could potentially take the player weeks to finish, months even, if they don’t play often. Imagine Crash just sitting on the floor in the warp room, waiting for the player to come back, hoping that Coco might find a way to contact him again soon…

Anyway, enough of that brooding stuff! Here’s some more thoughts I had while playing this:

One awesome thing about this game is that, for as short as it is, it still incorporates quite a variety of different level types. You’ve got the jungle/forest areas, the jungle rivers, a few snow levels, sewers, ancient ruins, etc. Near the end you also get some futuristic levels inside a factory/space station. Each level type has a distinct aesthetic, music, and enemies.

Layered on top of the level types are different playstyles, for when normal platforming might be getting dull. The jet ski bits, for example, while making it a bit hard to control yourself, are quite fun, especially when you’re racing against the clock for the hidden gem. There’s the parts where you ride a baby polar bear, and those play out like a fast autoscroller or racing game – the speed means you die a lot, but then you’re right back at it and ready to do better. The levels where you’re being chased by something are also intense – as a kid, I remember my anxiety spiking whenever I entered a level and realized it was a chase scene. The big polar bear with its huge teeth was super scary, especially with how it runs straight at the camera! Trying to run with Crash when you can barely see where you’re going can be a little annoying, but the paths of crates and wumpa fruit do help if you pay attention. The night levels are another type of auto-scrolling level where you can barely see where you’re going, and they make backtracking fun when you’re trying to collect all the crates. Probably the one mechanic that gave me the most hang-ups was figuring out the jetpack – the controls just aren’t very intuitive, and it takes a while to build up the muscle memory to fly around with any kind of grace. (That’s part of why the final boss is so frustrating to me >.> )

Another thing I guess I should talk about is the enemy design. The basic enemies are…okay, I guess. Not as distinctive as the ones in a Mario or Zelda game, but they work. Actually, that’s something that used to confuse me as a kid – so as Crash goes through the levels trying to find crystals for Cortex, all these things are attacking him, right? And some of them seem like they’re just wild animals that happen to live in those environments, so they don’t need any further explanation. But what about the enemies that have like, metal spikes and buzzsaws added to them? And what about the lab assistant characters you encounter near the end? In retrospect, the cyborg animals were probably created by N. Gin, but then why would they be attacking Crash? Does Cortex want to kill Crash, or does he want Crash to gather crystals? Or are we to believe that all the artificial enemies in the levels are actually sent by N. Brio instead?

The bosses are pretty good. I wish that the boss characters had more build-up so you would know more about who you’re up against (like, why is this blue kangaroo fighting me in his library?), but the fights with them are pretty fun and a nice change of pace. They take place in unique environments with some good music, and I remember the Tiny fight in particular always scared me as a kid. It’s this wolf-looking creature that comes leaping at you, on platforms floating over an abyss, and then the platforms start falling as sirens blare…o.o Again, the Cortex final boss is probably my least favourite just due to how it controls.

Like I mentioned before, the music in this game is pretty good, and there’s a surprising amount of it. Not only does each level theme get its own music, but there are different variations of it depending on where you are in the level. If you enter a bonus area the music becomes slower and more playful, while in the Death route it becomes more frantic. Each boss gets their own theme music too. I think my favorite music is the ones for the more industrial environments, like the sewers, factory, and zero-gravity levels. (The primary composer seems to be Josh Mancell, but the credits also list Mark Mothersbaugh, who did the soundtrack for the Sims 2, The Lego Movie, and Thor: Ragnarok; so maybe he helped with the more futuristic/electronic sounds?)

There’s a big difference between getting to the end of a level, and finishing a level. Each of the main levels has a crystal as well as a crate gem, but there’s often way more to them than that. Death routes, bonus routes, split paths, routes you can only access by finding a hidden gem in another unrelated level, secret spots that will bring you to the hidden warp room, where you can find alternate entrances into several levels, and even access a few totally separate bonus levels…It all means that you’ll be visiting each level several times. For some levels, getting everything requires a lot of backtracking – Piston It Away and Cold Hard Crash are the worst for this.

Okay, that about wraps it up. I’m planning to start a playthrough of Crash 3: Warped soon, so there’ll probably be a review of that…eventually ;D

#video games #reviews #crash bandicoot #crash bandicoot 2 #crash bandicoot 2: cortex strikes back

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randombeau · 3 years

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Letter From A Thief

It feels like this year was just stolen from us. Stating the obvious, this has been a really shitty year for a myriad of reasons. This pandemic has stolen concerts, movies, and even going out to a restaurant. It’s made even an introvert like myself go out of his mind. One of the only things saving my sanity has been a handful of albums and tracks released this year that I can listen to while riding a bike or talking a walk around the neighborhood as I continue to wait for the world to come back. It’s been a long time since I’ve been back to this blog and I have to say I’m kinda pissed that I can’t add all the music videos to the list like the past, but that really keeps with the theme of disappointments in 2020. I’m gonna try not to go into these tracks with too much depth like I have in the past, but I’m not promising anything. Just remember this isn’t the best tracks of the year. It’s just the ones I enjoyed the most. Well, I’ve wasted enough time this year so let’s get to this list.

*Here’s a iTunes playlist link for those drinking the Apple Kool-Aid:

https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/top-20-songs-of-2020/pl.u-oZylaMlTAYYJz

20. Genocidal Humanoidz - System of a Down

It’s been 15 freaking years since SOAD released new music and damn it was too long. The group has been rumored for years to be making a new album only to dash the hopes of fans, but 2020 finally saw the band release two new tracks. Always being very political, the increased tensions and fighting between Armenia and the Republic of Artsakh have brought the group out of hiding to drop a pair of bangers. All proceeds raised from the tracks have gone straight to humanitarian needs for displaced families of the war. The lead single, Protect the Land, was the main piece of work that address the bands emotions and feelings on the current situation, but they attached the previously written Genocidal Humanoidz to bring a little more heat and boy do they bring it. Both tracks are worthy of the band they come from, but Genocidal Humanoidz just gets the blood pumping like it’s the early 2000’s again.

https://youtu.be/_74nVpLVn9Q

19. Oh My My - Blue October

Blue October? Aren’t they just a one-hit wonder? Well kinda, as they only pushed into the mainstream stratosphere with their self-destructive anthem “Hate Me” in 2006. There have been a few gems here and there, but nothing that would really catch most people’s ears. However, this new release just has a bouncy infectious beat that draws you in. Just one of those tracks that makes a long car ride feel not that long. In a year that was filled with very little to feel good about this was a nice little bright spot.

https://youtu.be/IRzvkWVWmA0

18. 6 Feet Away - Chromeo

So many bands tried to write songs that captured the feelings and political implications surrounding this pandemic, but nothing worked as well as the funky beats and soothing vocals of David "Dave 1" Macklovitch and Patrick "P-Thugg" Gemayel as they weave a tail of love, attraction, and social responsibility. There are so many clever lyrics that are laced through this jam it’s impressive how easy it’s also to just bob your head to the beat.

https://youtu.be/CPTCrqyf6os

17. I Want More - KALEO

While this track was dropped before the pandemic was in full swing it encapsulates a feeling that a lot of people are experiencing because of it. The singer expresses this longing for emotional connection he is missing, but it’s not nearly as depressing as it sounds. The bluesy track manages to portray a sense of hopefulness that even though this connection is currently missing you feel that he will find it and somehow things will be alright. I think that’s a sentiment everyone wants to share in.

https://youtu.be/iKd4diJRkPo

16. Cyr - Smashing Pumpkins

The Smashing Pumpkins, basically Billy Corgan at this point, have not been at the top of their game in a long time and while the album doesn’t offer a lot of praise, this track harkens back to the Cure/Depeche Mode sounds of the Smashing Pumpkins past. Easy listening synth lines drive the track forward and while the conclusion it pushes towards isn’t exciting the journey to get there is enjoyable.

https://youtu.be/2AN_GRWlU7k

15. Red Skies (feat. Dr. Disrespect) - J + 1

I know, let me explain. First, I’ll admit I’ve been stuck inside for most of this year working from home and I’ve been watching a little too much YouTube and Twitch streams, but dammit is Dr. Disrespect entertaining to watch. This Magnum P.I. mustache, Mel Gibson Lethal Weapon mullet sporting dude just has that je ne sais quoi. That being said, this little track feels like it was plucked right out of the 1980’s or at least from the soundtrack of that cool ass Ryan Gosling film ‘Drive’. The melodic synths that push the song through its sub 3-minute play time just vibe so well that when the guitar comes in the bridge it’s like you’re taking a neon trip to another time. I just love it, sorry not sorry.

https://youtu.be/CakgCPl3mlE

14. Ohms - Deftones

Need me some Deftones, simple as that. Chino and company have delivered an album filled the aggressiveness of a 16-year-old. I’ll admit I didn’t gel with the whole album as much as previous entries, but this title track is a joy to listen to. The speedy guitar riffs and how the track itself just continues to pick up steam as it blazes toward the end is worth the price of entry in itself.

https://youtu.be/KUDbj0oeAj0

13. Phobia - Nothing But Thieves

It’s a known story that on Nirvana’s breakout album, ‘Nevermind’, the band was having a hard time recording the track ‘Lithium’ because Dave Grohl kept speeding the song up to a breakneck pace so they brought in a click track for him to stay on the correct pace. As Dave tells it, having to play to a click track is like having the human part of you just ripped out. In this track, it sounds like the band takes that click track and throws it out the fucking window around the 1:45 mark because this song builds and builds toward a manic conclusion that finishes with an orgasmic ending and if that’s not a human feeling I don’t know what is. In the words of 20-year-old, this track is a fucking banger.

https://youtu.be/vQThlhgiysw

12. The Adults are Talking - The Strokes

Honestly, this entire Strokes album could fill this list. This was my favorite album of the year and I could sit and listen to the whole thing front to back without skipping a track. That doesn’t happen a whole lot. This upbeat opener just sets the stage for an album that feels fresh and peppy. That’s saying something because most of the tracks are hitting around the 5-minute mark yet it never feels like it. The chorus is catchy, the verses are esoteric, and the track goes through several different instrumental shifts that it never gets boring or bogged down. Also, a highlight is Julian’s falsetto, which is actually really great. This track just paved the way for an album that I’d be listening to a lot.

https://youtu.be/ewOPQZZn4SY

11. Caution - The Killers

I’ve been listening to The Killers since 2004 when a friend gave me a copy of their debut album. Been a fan since then and while a lot of what they’ve released in the 2010’s has been a lot of hit or miss, there is always a few catchy gems in each album. This is certainly one of them. The track does lean on some of those Springsteen feelings that the band has become known for, but there’s no denying that The Killers can make some great heartland rock songs. Essentially, that’s what this song is falling back on. Brandon Flowers sings charismatically about how this woman protagonist isn’t going to follow the safe path traveled and she’s gonna throw caution to the wind and follow her dreams. It’s a track with an uplifting story and it’s got some great searing guitar riffs. I’m a simple man, I don’t need much.

https://youtu.be/WrpBgN_iUnA

10. JU$T (feat. Pharrell Williams & Zack de la Rocha) - Run The Jewels

It is amazing how smooth this track is because it dropped just as all the BLM and racial injustice issues started really gaining traction this last year like they wrote it the day it dropped. A song with a lyrical commentary on the unjust economic system in our county really hits home at the point in time that it was needed come out. Not only does this track have something to say, it also delivers its message in a slick way. El-P and Killer Mike breath fire, as they usually do, but the addition of Zack de la Rocha of Rage Against the Machine fame is really the cherry on top. The last time RTJ collaborated with Zack was for the amazing ‘Close Your Eyes (And Count to F**k)’, which was an amazing social commentary on the senseless violence between cops and minorities. This new track hits home just as hard.

https://youtu.be/32hUIGnMpOY

9. Must Stop (feat. Sarah Barthel of Phantogram)

Give me a duet between a male and female singer, lyrics about their lack of self-worth, and constantly being emotionally hurt and you’ve got a hit ballad. Alright, I’ve just broken down this track to its most basic elements and if you didn’t know I could have easily been talking about ‘Somebody I Used to Know’ by Goyte. Still, it’s an contagious track that has been stuck in my head since it dropped in October.

https://youtu.be/wNeyh_pfd8Q

8. Think About Things - Daði Freyr

This is the second Icelandic group to end up on my top song list this year and I blame social media for this one. This song was so catchy and the TikTok videos surrounding it made me laugh that it just ear-wormed its way into my head. The beat is so catchy and the background vocals are these heavenly voices that it’s hard not to tap your foot in beat with it. Also, one point of interest is the music video feels like it took the awkwardness right out of Napoleon Dynamite. That’s not a bad thing.

https://youtu.be/VFZNvj-HfBU

7. Save Your Tears - The Weeknd

I’m just gonna start by saying The Weeknd got freaking shafted at the Grammys this year. This is my favorite album he’s put out since I downloaded the ‘House of Balloons’ mix tape in 2011 and the best direction change for an artist in the last decade. The introduction of the 80’s synths and groovy basslines are so contagious that the internet roar from the lack of any acknowledgement from the academy was completely justified in my eyes. This track in particular features a shimmering melody as Abel bears his relationship failings. The opening bassline is more addictive than the cocaine Abel sung about on ‘Can’t Feel My Face’. It’s simply a well-made and beautiful piece of pop music. And if you ask why ‘Blinding Lights’ isn’t on my list it’s because it dropped as a single in 2019 and it’s already on that list.

https://youtu.be/XXYlFuWEuKI

6. Lost in Yesterday - Tame Impala

Some songs make my top lists for reasons that don’t necessarily have anything to do with how the song is constructed. While this track from Tame Impala is certainly catchy it makes it so far up my list for another reason. Kevin Parker echoes the nostalgia of old memories and how even the bad ones turn into good ones after enough time goes by. This track dragged up memories of driving 50+ miles in the wrong direction with my best friend as we made our way to Havasu. That was a shitty experience that turned into one of the fondest memories I have of a friend that’s no longer around to make more of those memories with. The song asks, “Does it help to get lost in yesterday” and I can answer this one very clearly. Yes, yes it does.

https://youtu.be/utCjuKDXQsE

5. At the Door - The Strokes

This is the most stripped back The Strokes have ever been. They tried something in this vain back with ‘Call Me Back’ on their album Angles, but not to this result. Typically, the vocals are layered behind a wall of guitars, bass, and distortion, but here Julian’s vocals are laid bare and it rightfully calls more attention to the emotions of the song. Emotions are what you really must hold onto in a Strokes song because like the previous entry, these lyrics are shrouded in metaphors. It certainly doesn’t take away from the track because the feeling of dread and being unable to escape comes across clearly as the heavy synths propel you forward. When the bridge finally comes in with its angelic vocals and 70’s induced sound waves it’s just a pleasure to listen to.

https://youtu.be/9CAz_vvsK9M

4. No Time to Die - Billie Eilish

Trying to follow singers Adele and Sam Smith can’t be an easy task, but especially following them in singing the opening number to the next Bond film. Thinking of singers that could fill those shoes I struggle to understand how the pop sensation Billie Eilish came to be the one producers turned to, but damn does it work. The melody is quintessential Bond. The horns, the background strings, and orchestral flourishes are all tried and true parts of a Bond song, but Eilish surprisingly works well in those confines and even reaches beyond her normal range in the backend of the track to show us she’s more than the whisper quiet singer we typically hear. There is still a lot here that is classic Eilish and it does change the normal Bond track from these high soaring ballads into something I’d say is more noir and moodier. I think the best description would be to call this a PB and chocolate accident. I didn’t think they’d go together, but they really do.

https://youtu.be/BboMpayJomw

3. Dragonball Durag - Thundercat

This song is like being soulfully harmonized by a R&B group in front of a fire, but the fire is coming from a dumpster. There is some amazing basslines coming out of this track and Thundercat marriages them perfectly to some truly funny lines that had me chuckling while I grooved along with the song. The vocal delivery is perfect and it brought back memories of my #2 song of 2016, Childish Gambino’s ‘Redbone’. I can certainly use more of these groovy tracks in my life.

https://youtu.be/ormQQG2UhtQ

2. Ode to the Mets - The Strokes

Like I said way back over there, The Strokes album could have filled my entire list, but this ending track takes the number 2 spot on this year’s list. The closing ballad goes through a roller coaster of melodic changes while keeping the tonal feeling of disappointment towards something or someone remains constant. Others have tried to decipher exactly what is being said and it’s always different. I think it’s up to the listener to determine and it’s different for everyone. We’ve all got someone or something we love, but continues to come up short. I think the best thing about this track is how it’s able to build a sense of urgency, but still end up in a quiet place but the end. Sort of like the ending of The Graduate. Yeah, this song is the end of The Graduate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

https://youtu.be/BjC0KUxiMhc

1. Run - Joji

There is a pitch perfect clarity to Joji that he never displayed before. Let’s be clear here, this is not a classically trained singer. This is a former crass YouTuber that has somehow belted out the most beautiful ballad this year for me. This really came out of the proverbial left field and actually shocked me. While previous works have relied on R&B and keyboard hooks, this track features an electric guitar that is woven through the track, but as the bridge comes the guitar flies into an amazing solo performance and builds and builds with a wail as Joji comes in for the finish with “I know you’ve not in love”. This is a dark morose track that fills the room with a vague sadness and the soaring guitar finish is just the high this low needs. I absolutely loved it.

https://youtu.be/P2YYk-oZFyI

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Meaningless Time

It’s a...Tuesday? I think? In the summer? I do know that it’s August, because I moved back to the States on August 1st. So I’m also completely jet lagged and I don’t have any sense of the time of day. To add to my confusion/displacement, I’m staying in my childhood bedroom at my mom’s house which has remained relatively unchanged since the mid-90s. (Case in point, my sister and I still refer to one of the bathrooms as “the new bathroom” although it was renovated in 1995.) So every day I wake up at about 5am craving enchiladas, and unsure about what decade it is, and where I am in my life. But I don’t think this is a unique problem. I assume that most of you are feeling aimless, unsure of the day of the week, and perhaps craving enchiladas at whatever hour you awaken. All of the “normal” markers of life are gone. Seems like a good moment to do a deep (medium?) dive into songs about time.

Time (Clock of the Heart) - Culture Club

[This is Karen’s only entry because not only is time meaningless, but I can’t remember any songs I have ever heard at all over the last 44 years.]

I go through periods every few years where all I want to do is listen to this song on repeat and start crying a little bit when actual chiming reminiscent of a beautiful yet merciless clock gently starts up during the chorus, and if that’s not something you can relate to, I guess you probably didn’t grow up waiting to just get to the part when you’re an older yet wiser divorcee in a peignoir with a high rise apartment featuring large windows to knowingly gaze out of over a twinkling cityscape as a saxophone solo wails in the background.

Well, some of that has come true for me, but not most of it, but luckily there’s always SOPHISTI-POP to help me cut to that feeling. According to Wikipedia, this is a term applied retrospectively to music “that emerged during the mid-1980s in the UK which incorporated elements of jazz, soul, and pop.” To me it’s songs that came on Top 40 radio after my mid-1980s bedtime of 8:00 pm so I had to listen to them on my clock radio stashed under my pillow and fantasize as detailed above and also something about impatiently taking off a large clip-on earring to answer the phone.

This feels like a love song but it’s actually a giant dis and a meditation on the sunk-cost fallacy of long-term relationships that are dead in the water. “Time won’t give me time / And time makes lovers feel / like they got something real / but you and me we know we got nothiiiiiiiiiiin’ but time.” At first it feels romantic--we’ve got nothing but time, baby, time to spend together in this beautiful partnership. But wait a minute. Time makes lovers feel like they have something real, but in this case the lovers have...nothing but time. That’s it. Time and nothing else is what’s keeping them together. The charming chiming is actually signalling the death knell of a relationship. “Time won’t give me time.” Isn’t that the truth? Also: an excellent saxophone solo.

Time Passages - Al Stewart

I always get Al Stewart and Dave Stewart of The Eurythmics mixed up. (I know, I know.) This song is actually pretty boring: a perfect fit for this period of ongoing malaise. The experience of listening to it is the equivalent of not listening to anything. It also seems to go on forever, clocking in at 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

There’s a seemingly endless youtube video someone made which pairs the song with just pictures of sunsets and skies. It’s exhausting and somehow irritating to watch. I think it’s supposed to be relaxing?

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There’s also a weird screaming instrument (or person) at just about the halfway point. So, it turns out I hate this song. I didn’t know until I started this entry. I learned something new about myself today. If you want everyone to die of boredom, you could sing this at karaoke. Actually, that would be a great idea for a room full of drunk kickball players. Please someone take me up on this challenge when and if we can ever safely gather again.

Breathe (2 AM) - Anna Nalick

I don’t know where Anna Nalick came from or where she went after she wisely cautioned us all to “just breathe” at 2am when we are waking up in a cold sweat and calling her for advice. Actually, at 2am I haven’t gone to sleep yet. I’m likely doing one of the following: having a debate with myself in my head about whether or not I should just give up sleeping and start a movie; deciding if it actually matters if I brush my teeth; wondering what things are plugged in that shouldn’t be; and/or mentally cataloging every boy I ever kissed. Also if someone called me at 2am I would scream. I’m calling BS on Anna Nalick actually picking up. At any rate, she is a really good friend to even consider answering the phone at that hour. Also maybe put your phone on vibrate?

Chicago - Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

This is truly the question for RIGHT NOW. It’s also a really really dumb song. It seems like a filler song, like truly stream-of-consciousness writing (no shade; I’m doing the same thing right now!). But I’m envisioning the producer of Chicago’s album saying kind of last minute, “guys, we need one more song on this record. Literally anything.” I mean, look at the lyrics:

As I was walking down the street one day / A man came up to me and asked me what the time was that was on my watch / And I said / Does anybody really know what time it is

I mean, maybe I’m not giving the songwriter (Robert Lamm!) enough credit. I guess he’s having the same existential crisis that we all are? But I just find the whole thing so irritating. Who wants to listen to a play-by-play of his day and the people he encounters while on his ambling stroll? TL/dr: one guy wants to know what time it is, some lady feels the need to inform him that her watch has stopped, and then there’s a lot of pushing and shoving (?!) as people are going to and from work. But not our narrator! He’s just walking around, waiting to be approached, so he can NOT ANSWER the question he is asked, and instead ponder the meaning of life. It’s so annoying! And also completely confusing how this was a HIT SINGLE?!! The 70’s, man. (More about this soon.)

Time in a Bottle - Jim Croce

When I lived in England (the first time, as a kid) I had my first BEST best friend, Judith. (Hi Pudes, if you’re reading this.) Like the first person outside my family who actually totally *got* me. I guess we got each other? It was actually how I always imagined friendship to be, but it had never happened like that for me before.

We hung out every day after school and spent most weekends together. We’d stay up late listening to music in her room and just talking, talking, talking deep into the night. It was just before either of us had discovered boys, so all the energy that would later be used for crushes and romance was channeled into this amazing friendship.

When we moved back to the US, I was devastated.

We wrote long, newsy letters to each other faithfully for years. We saw each other every summer. I think it was the first summer we were reunited (her family came to the US to visit) that we sunk a lot of hours listening to “Time in a Bottle” and feeling sad about our fleeting moments together. We took the unusual step of writing the lyrics out on belts (?!!) for each other, and that belt with her handwriting and Jim’s lyrics hung on my closet door for all of high school.

But there never seems to be enough time / To do the things you want to do / Once you find them / I've looked around enough to know / That you're the one I want to go / Through time with.

The bitter irony here, of course, is I lived in England again until last Saturday, and there still wasn’t enough time to see her. Not that we were allowed to for much of the past several months, anyway. But regardless, we have families and busy lives of our own now, and that brief fleeting moment when friendship is your only responsibility has long passed.

Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

I get a Strong Emotional Reaction from the opening chords of this song; do you? Flashback, warm nights!

This is one of three CL songs that I mix up. I always wonder, is this the one that makes me sad and I also think might be good to sing at karaoke? So I start here. Then, I realize, no, the one I’m thinking of has a longer title and something to do with night.

Oh! It must be “I Drove All Night.” So I move on to that one but it’s too upbeat.

Finally, I realize I must be thinking about “All Through the Night” and get the gut-punch nostalgia hit I was seeking from the opening keyboard twinkle. (Twinkle?!) Hope you enjoyed this tour of my brain.

Anyway, back to this song. Time after time, Cyndi helps me sift through the suitcase of memories, dreaming about my bright future as Mrs. Corey Feldman. Like Karen’s SOPHISTI-POP entry, this is another ten-year-old under-the-covers listening experience. With no baseline for actual relationships, I pictured this as a treatise on Adult Love. A series of gauzy-hued Missed Connections, punctuated by consent issues (you say, go slow).

Upon grown-up relistening, it is a strikingly accurate portrayal of Relationships. She’ll be waiting for her lover, time after time, no matter what; but also literally waiting--what with the clock ticking and the second hand unwinding. I’ll wait for you forever but also it’s 7:35 WHERE ARE YOU.

(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life - Bill Medley / Jennifer Warren

This is not the best song on the Dirty Dancing soundtrack. That honor OBVIOUSLY belongs to “Hungry Eyes” by Eric Carmen. I don’t think you need to hear any more details about my ten-year old fantasies though, so I will spare you.

“(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life” made a recent reappearance in my life when it was played at a Halloween party. I had a drunken miscommunication with my friend Nelson where I stood at one end of the dance floor and ran towards him at full speed, thinking he would somehow instinctively do “the lift”. But instead I just crashed into him and almost broke his glasses and nose. So, this is really just a word of warning.

Also, Patrick Swayze is SO MUCH OLDER then Jennifer Grey; how did we not notice/care? Just so busy stanning Baby and Johnny Castle. Better or worse than the glaring age gap between David Bowie and Jennifer Connolly in Labyrinth? EVERYTHING IS RUINED.

All My Life - K-Ci & JoJo

Luckily, the YouTube comments have written this entry for us.

Y.N. 2 months ago

Who’s listening during quarantine? 😁

O.S. 3 weeks ago

If you are also randomly playing old music. Hit like

JO 1 month ago (edited) 0% Butt shaking 0% Drugs 0% Lambos 0% Strippers 0% Cursing 100% TALENT

J.C. 2 weeks ago (edited)

TIMELESS!!!

#time has no meaning

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