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angelwhisp3rs · 4 months

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⍣ ೋ star crossed

Pairing: RE4!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Two lovers, destined to not be together all across history

Tags: fluff; angst, a little gory (not descriptive! but tragedies happen); there is a happy ending (i'd kms if it didnt); they just suffer a lot

Notes: imagined that as i listened to a disney songs playlist, and i couldnt hold myself back. This was a little different for me, so any feedback is welcomed (pls be kind ill cry)

Rome, 456.

As the moon reached the sky, shining upon the stars, Empress Serena gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, the future of the Roman Empire: little Leo. He grew to be strong and dashing, a dignified heir to such a impotent throne.

Unfortunately, the royal life proved to be unforgiving with so many obligations, and the certainty that no matter what he did, it would never be enough.

As the empire went through a rough patch, so did his relationship with the townsfolk - whenever he believed he was doing something helpful, the critics were always the first ones to prove otherwise.

In a particular evening, an old lady in one of the poorest villages stomped into the castle, and pointed directly at Leo as he sat in his throne, sending a powerful spell on his way: “Your actions ought to be punished for all of your existence, and as long as you live, your heart shall never be free! For all eternity, like the sun and moon, your heart won't be complete!”

With the heavy words, she was escorted away from the palace, as Leo's heart felt heavy. She must be just some crazed lady.

Oh, how wrong he was.

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Through his traveling and diplomatic affairs, Leo met a bright woman in Egypt. Her eyes shined like the brightest constellation in the sky, her wits were unmatched, and her body could lure even the blind. To say he fell in love was an understatement.

“On another visit?” she asked him as they met, her eyebrow arched.

“Egypt is quite successful these days. I can’t miss on opportunities” Leo answered with a knowing smirk, the back of his fingers caressing her jaw.

She looked up at him, her eyes sincere in her feelings as his touch was very welcomed “Opportunities or people?”

“I think you know the answer.” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Their shared moments would be forever marked in his mind, appreciative that he could be the man he was with her, not Rome's Emperor.

After deciding that she was the only one he ever wanted to marry, they met up in a nice flower camp, as he planned to ask for her forever on the same day.

As they reached the designated place, Leo managed to get on one knee and pour his heart out to her. When he made the important question, as she was about to answer it, raiders invaded Egypt in a surprise attack, and before she could even say “yes”, the clan leader sliced through her heart, making her fall down and soon Leo followed, throat sliced open by another member.

As life drained from their bodies, they looked at each other as they bled, their hands touching as they said their last goodbyes.

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France, 1789

Leonidas fought against the imbalance that happened between the poorest and royals. The people were tired of poverty, brought by the dumb decisions of the French Monarchy.

As he disseminated his knowledge and beliefs, a royal carriage passed through, with the Princess inside it. She and Leonidas locked their eyes, and a shiver ran through their bodies.

The monarchs always had empty eyes, but hers was so alive. She gave him a gentle passing smile - even if he was criticizing her existence, making his heart beat fast.

Whenever royal gatherings happened, Leonidas and his followers were the first ones there protesting. The only one who ever dared to meet them and talk was her. It was bad - his heart throbbed whenever she spoke, her voice acting like a sweet melody to him.

“Another one of your hate campaigns, Leonidas?” she asked, smirking, fanning her painted face with a luxurious fan.

“Just fighting for my people and myself” he answered in a dignified voice, his eyes not breaking eye contact with her.

“Just fighting? If you keep following me I might as well think your objectives involve me, but not as in a revolutionary sense” she winked, hiding her face behind the pink fan.

“Don’t even waste your time thinking about false pretenses” he smirked back, pulling her fan down as he watched her pretty features, all worthy of a Princess.

It was satirical - the biggest fighter against her family was the one who managed to catch her heart. She was usually the quickest one to brush off suitors, but the rebellion leader caught her heart, and she didn't want him to let go.

When Leonidas was finally ready to act on his feelings, the fall of the Bastille happened, and soon did the fall of the monarchy. As a punishment, all were to be beheaded in a public gathering, their heads thrown around to celebrate France’s new beginning.

As she was guided to the guillotine, her eyes locked in his as the blade sliced her, a lonely tear running on her cheeks.

Leonidas, at that moment, felt hollow and empty, wondering what he did to deserve such feeling.

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Italy, 1944

The war was at its peak, causing pain and destruction anywhere it passed by. Lionel fought bravely battle after battle, trying his hardest to stay safe at least till this he'll was over.

The highlight among all that destruction was the newest nurse, hair always in carefully made curls, and lips adorned in the most lovely shades as she tended every soldier with care.

Whenever he laid on the infirmary in her care, she always spent the longest on him, sharing heartfelt comments and small jokes, hoping to bring a smile to his serious face. Also, she chose not to mention that his heartbeat was always fast with her - they were in a war after all, they had more serious matters to pay attention to.

“Although it makes me happy to see you, it pains my heart that it needs to involve your pain” she said softly, holding his hand with one of her hands as the other one cleaned his wound.

“I’m tough, if I could I would bruise myself completely to be under your care for days” Lionel answered with a whimper as she hit a soft spot.

“Don’t you ever think about that! I need you in one piece, so we ought to live our lives together, in happiness, after all this tragedy ends” she said in a hopeful tone, pressing a kiss to his skin.

“Do you promise me a nice house and delicious dinners?” he asked playfully, an endearing smile not leaving his face

“Better. I promise you a home” she answered quietly, moving away to tend another soldier's wounds.

After a German attack in a secluded village, the soldiers could only try to pray for any survivors - the attack was brutal. The houses were on the ground, some toys and furniture disorganized all over the place, a gray feeling hanging around their heads.

When the troop was ready to leave, Lionel heard a quiet sound under some rubble, calling his colleagues to check it out. Working their way to the sound, an old lady was buried underneath it, breathing with difficulty.

Lionel didn't think twice and fought to work her out of there, but when she was at his hold, it was already too late. On her last breath, she pressed a palm to his face and whispered “son… It's already late for this life, but I banish the dark hold in your destiny. After so much suffering, your hearts deserve happiness” and with that, she was gone.

Lionel cried, so tired with all the tragedy and death around him, he didn't really understand what she meant, but laid her body in respect and moved forward.

Sadly, no one could predict a blitzkrieg, and one that hit exactly where they moved, and also so near their base - their safety. Lionel was unfortunately one of the victims, the bomb hitting near his body.

The last thing he could comprehend was his body being moved as the pretty nurse moved desperately to save him, crying as she held his body and he finally let go, thinking of their home.

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USA, 2023

Leon was sore after returning from another mission - one that could be considered a suicide one, but he wasn't that lucky to finally be able to rest peacefully.

He threw his body on his couch, but soon stood up and grunted as he reminded himself that he promised to go to an art exhibition with Claire and Chris, a piece of normalcy in a word reeking with monsters and nightmares.

How Claire managed to get Chris to come to a thing like that? Only God knows, but it would be a welcomed company amongst the bullshit that the art world revolves around.

As they reached the gallery, packed with artists, critics and obnoxious people who saw art in a dot of paint, Claire looked in glee at all the art pieces as Leon and her brother played a game of “blind or high?”, where they tried to guess if the artist was blind while making the piece or just purely high on whatever drug Umbrella passed along the streets to control people.

As they looked at the pieces, Claire stopped specifically at a painting of a couple sitting on a field, a picnic towel underneath them as the sky was purple, with the sun setting down and the moon reaching up. There were some children playing in the background, but much couldn’t be said, as they were mere shadows.

Leon looked at the painting puzzled, something in the art making his heart ache and long for, but he had no idea why. While Chris just whispered a “oh, definitely high” at him, he couldn't answer. The sight felt so familiar, but so painful, that he wanted to cry. Maybe fighting monsters and almost dying everyday was finally getting him.

A lady stopped in front of that painting, and looked at Leon with a witty smile and sparkly eyes “what do you see?”

As he looked at her, it was like the world stopped. She was just an unknown woman, but something felt so familiar in her. His heart was screaming for him to hug and kiss her, and Leon didn't know if he finally went insane or he was just deprived of affection (maybe both, but he didn't want to put a lot of thought into it).

Her hair matched her face perfectly, her makeup was minimal, contrasting with the red lipstick on her inviting lips. Her clothing molded perfectly into her pretty body, and he had to hold himself back from looking at her for too long.

With a deep sigh, he truthfully told her “I'm not good with art… but I think they look like a couple in love. A family, even. Maybe enjoying a picnic on a Sunday” he answered the stranger, holding back a blush.

Claire slapped him, embarrassed “you just described the painting you idiot, she meant more profoundly!”

The lady giggled, making Leon forget how to breathe for a second. She shakes her head and adds “no, I liked his observation. It looks like a dream Sunday, in my opinion” She winked at Leon

Still fighting a blush, he teased back “Okay then, Picasso, what do you see?”

The woman took a long breath and looked at the painting again “I see pain, but also hope. It feels like broken hearts being brought together. Kinda poetic.”

Leon could only look at her and smile, as she did the same. Pain and love. Leon could understand those feelings mixed together.

As they kept talking and walking through the gallery together, they failed to see the owner of the painting, an old woman who watched them with a smirk.

She turned to her assistant and said “Isn't destiny a funny thing? I guess I have to watch closely for inspiration for my next pieces, I've never gotten the full story before.”

The assistant looked at the artist in confusion, but didn't press the matter. The only thing she could think was: “Guess all the best artists are crazy people.”

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14dayswithyou · 1 year

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Would it be possible for Leon to have a crush on mc? His playlist gives me a friends to lovers vibe, I also remember that scene from the 2nd, where he gets a troubled expression when we hold Ren's hand and drag him along with us, and that post of yours that we didn't want to know what that he did at our sleepovers 😭

✦゜ANSWERED: Leon canonically doesn't have any romantic feelings for Angel at the start of the demo, but depending on the choices you make, it is possible to get a romantic ending with him by the end of it (meaning yes, he can develop a crush on you!!).

He is very protective over you though, which is why he seemed phased by Ren's sudden appearance in Day 1 and 2. I mean, you're literally hanging out with a complete stranger and acting chummy with them — which is grounds for concern in Leon's eyes.

And that post about not knowing what he does at sleepovers was just me reeeeally trying to push the fact that some of these "safe" characters might not always be what they appear (i.e. nice character =/= harmless).

#aaaaand because I was hinting to the fact that there's another potential yan in the game >:3c #💌 — answered.#💖 — about leon.#💖 — 14 days with queue.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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Love, Napoleon!: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Please Mr. Postman

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Black!OFC

Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Word Count: 2.3K

Series Summary: Love letters can only do so much, sometimes you need a grand romantic gesture. This is the love story of Napoleon “Leon” Solo and Roberta “Bobbie” Collins.

Chapter Summary: Bobbie waits impatiently for word from Leon.

Warnings: female masturbation, mutual yearning

A/N: New Story Art! Woot woot! So, in my story, Leon is an Aries. I just found out that in the Fandom Wiki, and listed in the film’s ending credits, his birthday is March 9th which makes him a Pisces. Since this is MY story, I’m ignoring the facts. He’s a damn Aries. Don’t @ me. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Bobbie woke up the next day to an empty bed and an aching core. A smile graced her face when she noticed the note on her nightstand. It never left as she read it over and over, memorizing Leon’s handwriting style.

She had to admit, he had a way with words. From his praise of her passionate vocals to how he said he missed her already. If she was honest with herself, she missed him too.

And yes, this was quite sudden and he was ten years her senior. But the way he looked at her? The way he held her. The way he made her feel, on and off her feet? It just had to be real.

Of course, he was pretty slick. He could’ve just as easily been trying to chase a skirt. She did agree to give him a little something the same day she met him. What does that say about her? She decided to push that down and see it as it was.

Two dynamic personalities enjoying each other. And enjoy each other, they did.

Bobbie quite enjoyed how she seemed to have Leon wrapped around her little finger. He loved kissing her so much, he told her he was addicted to it. Who says things like that? Well, Napoleon Solo does apparently.

She spends most of the day lounging around her apartment with Leon’s note close by. If she tried hard enough, she could close her eyes and envision his beautiful aquamarine orbs looking back at her. She could feel his lips on hers and his hands exploring her body.

Soon enough, it became too much and she had to retire to her bedroom. She explored herself the way Leon had. Although it had its intended effect, it just didn’t seem to be enough. When his name escaped her mouth, he wasn’t there to smile down at her and soothe her.

With a hand still in her panties, she turned her head and chased the remnants of Leon’s scent that lingered on her pillow. That spurred on two more heights of pleasure. When she finally felt satiated, she drew herself a bath and relaxed with a glass of wine and a good book.

“There’s something different about you, Cowboy,” Ilya says over his cup of coffee, “You didn’t flirt with our waitress. You going blind or something?”

Napoleon starts to reply but Gaby beats him to it. “It’s obvious, Ilya. He met someone in the States. I’m sure of it.” Gaby raises her eyebrows at him, daring him to deny it.

Napoleon rolls his eyes and gestures for Gaby to continue.

“While it is true, you haven’t been as flirtatious with any woman that has been in your path, that’s not the only sign. You not only haven’t had any guests in your hotel room, but you have this longing look in your eye that can only mean one thing,” Gaby takes a sip of her water, “And I also saw you buying that stuffed dog which couldn’t be for you. That trinket box from the embassy will surely look good on her vanity, as well.” She pats Napoleon on the shoulder.

“If you met someone, odds are she is civilian,” Ilya supposed, lightly tapping his thigh underneath the table, “What does she know, Cowboy?”

“She knows your first names. She understands she can’t know where I go for work, what I do for work, or who I even work for. She is also aware that you two are an item, even though neither of you has confirmed it yet,” Napoleon smiles as he looks from a flushed Gaby to a frazzled Ilya, and his suspicions are confirmed, “So, instead of worrying about what a civilian may or may not know? Maybe you should focus on your relationship, eh comrade?”

“How long have you known about us?” Gaby asks, leaning over to peer into her water glass.

“Since we became U.N.C.L.E., I just as easily assumed you two got married while we were Stateside a year ago. Your ring was picked out because it looks like costume jewelry. But a seasoned thief, me, could tell in an instant it was the real thing. And the fact that Ilya now wears a ring didn’t go unnoticed either. You two really thought it would slide right by me?” He shakes his head and purses his lips before speaking again, “We may still reserve three rooms where we stay but only two rooms ever get used. Doesn’t take a genius to put it together.”

“Point taken,” Ilya nods at Napoleon and looks off into the distance, “When we’re done here, we meet this woman.”

“Nice try. Give it a little time before you interrogate her, Ilya,” Napoleon using his given name makes Ilya turn to him and throw his hands up in defeat, “Great. Well, I need to head to the Post Office, if you’ll excuse me.” Napoleon stands, buttoning his blazer before heading toward the town square.

On his way to the Post Office, Napoleon stops at the hotel to grab the gifts for Bobbie and the letter he had written. He smiles as he hands over the package with her address on it to the clerk. The blonde taking the package tries her best to flirt with Napoleon and he feigns ignorance. It’s not that he doesn’t find her attractive, he just only has eyes for one girl.

“It shall arrive by the end of the week, Sir.” The fair-haired woman smiled as she leaned over the counter to accentuate her ample bosom.

Now, had this been about a week ago, Napoleon would have responded to all of this flirting with his own. He would have accompanied her back to her home and used all of his charms to knock her socks off. And plenty more.

But this wasn’t a week ago. This was now. And his flirting was spoken for.

“Thank you, Miss. Have a great day.” He walks off just as it seems the clerk wants to say something more. He may be a strong man, but he’s no god.

Four days. Four whole days of waiting for something, anything from Leon, and nothing. Bobbie has been checking her mailbox multiple times per day this week. She’s been biding her time at work, barely listening to her Boss’ demanding tone while he asked her to do various things around the office. At least he isn’t flirting with her today, that was a welcome surprise.

She would much rather be flirting with Leon.

Leon.

What if something happened to him on his mission? What if that’s why she hasn’t gotten anything? What if–?

She takes a deep breath and calms herself. Getting all worked up was not going to make the day go faster and it surely was not going to help keep her wits. Instead, she decided to get busy with extra work.

Technically, it wasn’t extra work. It was things she hadn’t finished so far this week. If she kept her head down and made sure to come around with a fresh coffee pot around break time, she could get all of these done before 5 pm. Thankfully, her Boss didn’t have any meetings for the rest of the day so she wouldn’t be needed for some time.

Soon enough, at 3:30 pm, she came around to fill coffee cups around the executive office. Only receiving a nod as thanks, she smiled in return and got back to her desk. The rest of the day was quiet and she was able to finish everything before the end of the day.

Boarding the bus back to her apartment, she chose a window seat and watched as all the business people moved throughout town. Families and couples strolling along made her miss Leon even more. She would love to be able to take walks with Leon around town, window shopping while enjoying an ice cream cone.

Bobbie didn’t want much, but one of her biggest fears about moving to a new town was being lonely. And Leon just stumbled into her life, or rather, she stumbled into Leon. She wouldn’t lie, she did like his outward appearance, of course. But it was his personality that got her.

She loved the way he made her feel like the only other person in the world, giving her his undivided attention. He also had a way with words and a way with his hands and tongue. She felt heat rush to her cheeks at the thought and was happy to be almost home.

As she saw her apartment come into view, she signaled the bus driver to stop and exited right in front. She checked her mailbox and there was something inside. A small note card from the postman that stated a package was delivered upstairs to her front door. She relocked the small mail locker and tried to be as cool as possible but gave up and ran up the steps to her door.

She picks up the parcel and unlocks her door. She closes it behind herself before she kicks off her shoes and sits on the floor of the living room to dig into the box. She grabs a pair of scissors and cuts the thin twine that holds it together.

Unwrapping the brown paper, she is greeted with the most adorable brown stuffed dachshund.

She immediately picks it up and cradles it. The dog is so soft to the touch and it smells like Leon. He must have sprayed some of his cologne on it. Clever man!

Shuffling through the box’s packing material, she also finds a small silver trinket box.

So shiny and intricately designed with a simple red velvet lining inside. She took the box into her bedroom and decided to put it on her dresser to hold her rings and smaller pieces of jewelry.

Coming back into the living room, Bobbie picked up the stuffed dog again and cuddled it while digging through the box. Picking through the rest of the box, she found at the bottom what she had been looking for.

Lifting the envelope from the box, she puts the stuffed dog down in her lap. Her name was written in Leon’s handwriting in red ink on the front of the envelope. Turning it around, she found a wax stamp holding a sprig of dried lavender that sealed it close. Opening the envelope, she unfolds and begins to read the letter.

My sweet Bobbie,

Not a day has gone by without my thoughts straying to you.

The sun here just isn’t as bright without you. Just imagining it on your skin is mouthwatering.

I can still taste you on my lips, and it’s the only thing keeping me going.

If you’ve somehow forgotten, let me remind you.

I am addicted to your kiss. And yes, I am claiming it for myself.

I hope you like what I’ve included in this little care package.

The trinket box was not easy to come by, but you deserve only the best.

But by far, I think your favorite will be the stuffed dachshund.

Let him keep you company while I’m away, and do give him a sniff.

Smell that? That’s me. I do hope you enjoy Aqua Velva.

Won’t be much longer now til I have you back in my arms, and maybe more if I’m lucky.

I am enamored with you, and that doesn’t happen to me. Ever.

If I timed this correctly, you should receive it shortly before I come back.

See you soon, Sweetness.

Love,

N.S.

Napoleon held his suitcase in one hand and a bouquet in the other. Staring up at his apartment building from the street below, he steadied his nerves before walking through the front door. Climbing the stairs, he stops at his apartment first and drops off his overcoat and luggage. Locking the door behind him, he leaves to head upstairs.

Knocking on the door to her apartment, his knuckles turn white around the bouquet and he searches his brain for something to say. As the door opens, their eyes meet and no words are exchanged. Bobbie grabs him by his tie and drags him into the room, closing the door behind him.

Napoleon gives Bobbie the bouquet, which she takes and inhales the scent of the fresh flowers. As he looks around, he notices the package he sent. The letter and stuffed dog were next to each other on the floor. He smiles at the stuffing of the box strewn about, obviously opened in haste.

Bobbie walks up to him after putting the flowers in a vase quickly, tangling her fingers in his silky hair. “You’re here, Leon. I missed you.”

“I’m here, Bobbie. I missed you too,” Napoleon brings his hands up to hold her hips, bringing her closer, “I’ll be here for a while, as well.”

“Well then, I have a few ideas of how you can spend your time, Mr. Solo.” The devious smile on her face warmed his blood.

Instead of asking how they should spend their time, Napoleon’s hands move down under Bobbie’s thighs and picks her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and captures his lips hungrily.

The kiss he missed so deeply was back in his clutches. The taste of her was like ambrosia, food of the gods. He could and planned to get lost in this kiss over and over. He takes a moment to lean back, licking his lips and cradling her face in his hand. “Shall we move this elsewhere?”

“Bedroom, Leon.” Bobbie pleads, tightening her legs around him before leaning back in to kiss him.

Devouring her moans, he moved slowly through the apartment in the direction of her bedroom. Finding the door open, he enters and closes the door behind them.

To Be Continued…

Chapter 3

A/N: I ended this on a cliffhanger because I kind of plan on the next chapter being solely smut. This chapter’s song was Please Mr. Postman by The Marvelettes. It captures the angst of waiting for word from your man. Bobbie is the only one who refers to Napoleon as Leon, so in this story, you will see a back-and-forth between the two.

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baynton · 11 months

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tagged by @sonnet-of-anarchy ty!!

- make a playlist using the letters of your url

b: body bag (i prevail)

a: alphabet insanity (mac lethal)

y: yes i was drunk (twin atlantic)

n: no diggity (chet faker)

t: texas sun (khruangbin, leon bridges)

o: ouais mec (sneazzy)

n: night drive (rob simonsen)

this playlist has no coherence because i just shuffled my liked songs and picked the first ones that came up for each letter lmao

tagging: @toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime @the-20th-century-girl and @the-illuminated-one because you guys have much longer urls than i do and if you did it, it would be really funny

#tag game

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captainrayzizuniverse · 9 months

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@statementlou I know I'm gonna fuck this up because I don't use Spotify and I tried to see if Anghami has 'on repeat' feature but it doesn't! I do have a Spotify account that I rarely use so I thought I'd see what's on repeat there and even though there are songs I know and have listened to in passing, I don't think they warrant a place on my repeat playlist...Unless I'm not understanding the purpose of the on repeat feature.

So if I shuffle this magical list of random songs I know but don't listen to frequently, these are the top 10:

Stereo Love- Gym Class Heroes & Adam Levine (Que???? I had to play it to see which one it is and I recognize it but I don't ever remember playing this. Also if I was to play a GCH song it'll be Cookie Jar thank you very much, so we're off to a bad start already)

Like a Prayer-Madonna (Ummmm I guess who doesn't love belting this out from time to time?)

Baby Don't Hurt Me-David Guetta and a couple of randos (I'm sorry, I barely ever listened to the original one wtf would I listen to a remixed one?)

Where is My Mind-Pixies (Finally something that makes sense! I love this song thank fuck there's something normal on here)

Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades-Brand New (This is funny because I do listen to that album frequently on Anghami so this makes but at the same time doesn't make more sense)

All the Small Things-Blink 182 (Can't complain. can't fucking complain)

Cold-Crossfade (OMG what is this? Is this 2003 again??I swear I haven't listened to this song or anything by Cold since early 2000's)

Abra Cadavar-The Hives (OKAY. Yes this tracks. I love the song. I've listened to it and that album plenty of times. I think I even searched that album on Spotify once so I'd understand why it could be there. Tyrannosaurus Hives has one of the best Hives songs btw)

Always-Blink 182 (I'm surprised this is on here. Am I really surprised though? All the songs make no fucking sense. I feel like if this list made any fucking sense, Feeling This would be somewhere here. Anyways yay for more Blink 182!)

Jerk it Out-Caesars (NO WHAT?? I haven't listened to this song since before Spotify even existed! Like anywhere! Last time I listened to it was probably on a ripped CD on my walkman. This song was actually on repeat during 2005-2007. If I remember correctly it was on the fifa04 soundtrack and it'd come on while you're picking your team. Side note: They had some kick ass songs on the fifa04 soundtrack tbf. I got introduced to bands like Crystal Method, Kasabian and Kings of Leon. That was the first song I ever heard of KoL (Red Morning Light) and I was like yep this band is awesome and then obsessed over them for a decade.

Ok so it still stands, most of these songs haven't even been played on spotify never mind on repeat...but it got better towards the end. I wish Anghami had this function so I could get a better picture. I DON'T KNOW I feel like I understood/did this wrong. Is it not supposed to show the songs i most listen to on repeat???

I'm still laughing at Cold-Crossfade being on there though.

#this doesn't reflect my taste in music #or does it?

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unrival · 7 months

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@silveratonement sent in.

4, 9, 39

4. what made you choose this muse?

i'd been wanting to take up another muse, but the initial reason i dabbled in leon is because a friend wanted me to! i wasn't quite sure if he'd click, and boy, did he very much click! he's been one of my main muses in the past few years. i find it easy to come back to him and his lore sticks out easy in my mind (which is a blessing, given how bad my memory generally is!), though, admittedly his latter spell caused some souring on his tumblr blog. but i still love leon so so so much so i opted for a fresh blog, fresh slate to try and reinvigorate that love!!! and so far it's working!!!

9. did you have muse you tried to play, but ended up dropping for various reasons? (the rpc wasn’t active, you lost interest, etc)

oh boy! the list could be endless, really. i have a bad tendency for picking up muses and jumping all over the place, both in terms of blogs and fandoms, depending on where whimsy takes me. it's something i really am trying to crack down on, but also, this is a hobby too. it's that simultaneous push and pull of: this is a hobby, yes, but this is also something that requires some level of commitment for seamlessness because it is, ultimately, a social activity. pokémon is definitely one of the biggest recurring settings that i love and adore.

one of my most recent, short-lived endeavours was astarion from bg3! i love him in-game, as i do most of the companions, but the love and vigour was fresh for the game, but sometimes i find canon characters difficult to wrangle. i'm very particular in getting their voices down, and for games like bg3, where the characters are so very detailed in their background, their mannerisms and voice, i felt like i wasn't well equipped for handling astarion because—at the time—i'd yet to make it to act 3 of the game, where much of his Big Storyline missions were. so i eventually left that blog by its lonesome.

39. what’s a song that reminds you of your muse?

is. is it bad that i have a playlist for leon. GDKLMGDKLMGD but this one really Hits so here, have at it!!

#ooc.#answered.#silveratonement #TY ARZ <3

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YESSSS photos too thats an amazing idea . also omg if u make that mixtape id love to see what songs you choose for it actually. i did see your ghostleon spotify playlist and saved it recently so i would like to see what songs u put in this !! also i think the police station section will be so good bc besides everything leon stumbles upon in the game there can be documents/files/records regarding the ghostface murders in raccoon city as well so memories come back to him and he realises that in some of the days they were tgt, why danny mightve left or been busy is because of the events that could appear in those files so it basically forces him to face the Truth TM he tried to kind of run away from and everything will just get more intense when hes faced with danny later . just the insane angst potential

if i make one i’ll share it dw 🫶

AND YES he’s connecting the dots and it HURTS like ??? “we had coffee that day and when we were together a body has been found so he killed that guy before seeing me?” “i asked him out that wednesday but he said he had something to do but the day after he was free and ?? that thing he had to do was killing that girl??” IMAGINE when leon realise that jed ISNT his real name !!! that he had been lying about everything !!! imagine the confrontation - “so jed isn’t even your real name ? were you planning to kill me too?” and danny’s like. leon. you’re the only person who matters on this fucking planet.

#“shut the fuck up i need to kiss you”#i love them so so much #im gonna nap now i’ll be back later #thank you for feeding my brain worms 🤝#ask #headcanon

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do you want to talk about: 🎶⛔🤗and/or 🎉? have fun working on your wip!

Thanks, @palmofafreezinghand!

From the Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask @jessicanjpa beat you to 🎶 but hell, let's talk more about the WIP playlist, maybe with some spoilers?

Guns N'Roses, "Sweet Child of Mine" which is in the fic "Rhythm of Love" by Plain White T's which was in a scene that got scrapped (Carlisle was teaching Bella to actually dance) "River" by Leon Bridges which I dunno, just has the right vibe of this story "Take Me to Church" by Hozier which seems to be a fan fave for linking with Twilight, but it works.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Just write. Literally, really, just write. You don't know anything about the other people who are writing. Try not to judge yourself by what else you see out there. This I write in particular because by the time I started writing fanfic, I had been writing for fun for twenty years and had been writing for pay for ten. Sometimes I'd get notes from readers who would say something like, "Wow you're super talented!" and I always wanted to say, "No, I'm just probably twice your age and I've been writing seriously since I was younger than your age! When you're my age, you'll have years of experience, too!"

Writing is one of many skills that gets better by the act of doing it, and it doesn't get a lot better by hoping you'll do better at it. It's perfectly fine if your first fics are full of clichés or old tropes, plots that everybody and their sister have already written, or things that people love to make fun of or hate on. It doesn't matter if your fic gets 4 reviews. Keep writing until you get the one that breaks through. Have fun doing it, and if it stops being fun, stop doing it. (I did that in 2012. Lo and behold in 2019, it suddenly became fun again, and I picked it right back up. Fandom is very forgiving that way; it's wonderful.)

Fanfic is one of the few spheres where you can write just for the hell of it, and make friends with people just because they like the same weird goofy things you do. Speaking as someone whose career literally lives and dies on whether or not people are happy with my writing, that's a phenomenal gift. Take full advantage of it.

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

It's the review where the reader got exactly what I was trying to do. Review counts are nice, but I realize I stab myself in my own back with review counts because I don't publish 50-chapter fics (that being said, when I finish my WIP, I am going to publish it in small chunks just because, even though I think of it as 23 5,000-word chapters. That's mainly to give people time to find it and let momentum build, but not gonna lie--it will also bump the review count and that's not not a reason, in a world where people decide what to read based on what its numbers are.)

But the sign for me that I did what I meant to? When a reader tells me back either exactly what I wanted them to see, or when they tell me something I didn't even see that I was writing but that is what I think about deeply. A recent (hah 8 months ago?) review on "Cien Años" reflected on some lines in which I was making it clear that a dynamic I think exists in Carlisle and Esme's marriage is him always trying to be strong and treating her like she's some fragile, broken thing, and the reviewer was like, "Oh my god that is IMPOSSIBLE and what must it be like to realize your partner is always viewing you as somehow damaged and broken" and it was like yes. That was exactly what I was writing.

That's success to me. One review that shows I wrote what I meant to. More is nice, but the one is enough.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I do! There are bits and pieces of lots of things scattered places, but there's only one I actually thought all the way through, called "Phantom Regiment." It was my only attempt at AH, and is loosely based on my own life and how there was a point in my twenties when literally everybody but me in my friend group dated this same guy we all knew. I got literally about 900 words into it (I checked, it was 732) and realized that it was going to take a lot of work to write a fic that far outside canon, and that if I was going to do that, I might as well just sink my time into an actual novel and not have to make it tie in to somebody else's canon. The beginning and end of me writing AH!

He jerked his head toward the wall of the gym, where a set of drums attached to a huge harness sat next to a crimson duffel. The duffel had a large silver “O” on the side, and “Edward” was embroidered on the top.

“OSU?” Interesting. Usually the Ohio State band joined the Glassmen out of Cleveland, or the Cadets in Pennsylvania.

“Best Damn Band in the Land,” he said coolly. “We have the best tenors in the country. Shame I’m playing this damn thing today.” He jabbed his toe at a round, silver snare drum I hadn’t noticed.

I raised my eyebrows.

“The perc line all audition on snare,” he answered my expression, and the drumstick whirled quickly over his knuckles once more. “Even the cymbals. We play our real instruments once they make the first cut. You can’t play snare decently, you’re not getting into the Regiment.” He nodded to the pole in my right hand. “Not like you silent types.”

“Hey, spinning is hard,” Alice butted in. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

There was a clatter as the drumstick fell to the floor, and the next thing I knew, my pole was being tugged out of my hands. Edward’s hands flashed in front of him as he started a series of drop-spins. Just about the time we were regaining our voices, he tossed the pole into the air, caught it—with bad form, but he caught it—and handed it back to me.

I was still staring at him when he spoke again.

“My ex was a flag,” he said simply, and bent down to retrieve the drumstick.

#emoji ask #palmofafreezinghand #fanfiction #writing #thank you!#asks

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myemye · 3 years

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Playlist [Shoji Mezo x gn! Reader]

Summary: You and Shoji are studying in your dorm and he asks to put on some music. You hand him your phone and a speaker and he sees the playlists you have. [i’m shit at writing summaries]

[fluff; suggestive attitude; mostly Shoji pining over reader]

a/n: this is a new work and was not requested. Please feel free to ask me for requests bc I need inspo for things to write [unless y’all are fine with me looking through my playlists and finding songs to base scenarios on.]

Also in this work, the reader and Shoji are in an established relationship already.

Song: “Sex on fire” - Kings of Leon

Word Count: 0.8k

You’ve been sitting on your bed sitting with Shoji for hours today. You had suggested to go on dates with Shoji every weekend, and he complied, but he wanted to make sure you’d actually study too. Leading you two to be in this little predicament. Studying on Saturdays and doing date activities on Sundays.

Every. Weekend.

You two started studying at around 7 a.m. this morning. It seems early, but you’d get up at 6 a.m. every other day and start class at 7 a.m. so it wasn’t that big of a deal. It is now 11 a.m. and you decide that you need to use the restroom. Was it because you needed a small escape from textbooks and assignments? Maybe?

“Y/n wait,” Shoji says before you leave the room.

“Wow Shoji, needy aren’t we?” You sarcastically state.

“Well uhm not exactly,” Shoji responds with a slight pinkish blush on his face, “Can I play some music in here?”

“Oh yea for sure,” You say a little hurriedly because it turns out that you actually DO need to use the restroom.

You hand your boyfriend your phone and open Spotify and grab your speaker from a drawer.

SLAM!

The door shuts as you are now booking it to the bathroom before you piss yourself.

“UGH SERIOUSLY Y/N!” You scream to yourself as you just barely made it to the bathroom, “WHY DID I DRINK SO MUCH WATER?!?”

Shoji now sits alone on your bed skimming through the, what seems to be, hundreds, if not thousands of playlists stopping at the ones with intriguing names.

“Songs that remind me of Mezo” is what one says, with Shoji slightly flustered.

“They never use my first name,” Shoji thinks to himself, mind racing a million miles a minute.

“Songs to dance in the rain”

He lets out a small smile at the thought of you dancing.

“Songs that will never be overplayed”

This time Shoji lets out an actual laugh while he looks through this playlist. Its full of cheesy love songs and 2000’s electropop. “What a strange mixture of songs,” He thinks to himself.

“Songs to make out to”

Shoji’s eyes go wide and his jaw almost drops to the floor. You two are rather inexperienced when it comes to relationships, not to mention you two are in a fairly new relationship. You two have made out once, and it seems to be that this playlist was made at the beginning of your relationship.

“Did they want to make out this whole time?,” Shoji starts thinking, again at a million miles a minute, “Could I have been making out with them this whole time?!”

Shoji’s thoughts are abruptly put to a halt as you open and walk through the door.

“Hey babe, are you ready to keep studying?,” You ask.

“Uhm yes, I am,” Shoji responds with his small smile and pink tint.

“Oh wait, did you choose the music?,” You question.

“Uh yea I totally did,” Shoji responds nervously.

Shoji clicks on a random playlist, and you don’t question it.

…

“Uhm, Shoji darling?,” You call out to your boyfriend.

“Yes y/n,” Shoji responds to you.

“I think it's cool that you like early 2000’s pop punk too, but I don’t think it’s ideal for studying to,” You tell Shoji.

“Oh well uhhh,” He starts.

You cut him off, “Are you okay? Your face is very very red,” You inquire.

“Y/n, may I be honest with you?,” He asks you.

“Of course,” You respond back.

“Well I didn’t really look at the playlist I chose,” He says looking embarrassed.

“Then may I ask why, Shoji?,” You say with a comforting smile on your face.

“I saw a playlist on there that surprised me,” He tells you genuinely.

“Oh?,” You say, confused.

“It was actually this one,” Shoji says as he shows you the “make out playlist.”

“I-,” you start, becoming noticeably redder, “I wanted to make that for when we would need it. Kind of as a precautionary measure.”

“Oh,” He says, becoming more comfortable, and less embarrassed.

“You know we could use that playlist if you want,” You say avoiding eye contact.

“I mean… I wouldn’t be opposed,” He says back gazing deep into your eyes.

You both grab your things and gently setting them on the floor.

You scoot closer to your boyfriend, as he uses one of his many tentacles to press “play” on the playlist. You seemed to be the one to initiate the kiss, but if anybody asks it was a mutual thing. At first it was rough, and unorganized. After a little while, you both relaxed and began to feel out a rhythm of sorts. It wasn’t a perfect make out session, but it seemed to be pretty close. After a little while, Shoji actually tried to be bold and use tongue. It was by no means good, but hey, you have plenty of time to practice.

…

“Hey, i'm glad you saw this playlist and not the other one,” You say almost chuckling.

“What other one?,” Your boyfriend says quizzically.

“Oh it’s nothing,” You said as a small smirk crept its way across your face.

songs to f*ck to

#shoji headcanons #shoji mezo x reader #shoji fluff #shoji mezou #shoji x reader #shoji #mha shoji #shoji x y/n #boyfriend #makeout #send asks #send requests #ily <3

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endless-summer-soldier · 2 years

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pickup truck (vi)

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: when you learn that Bucky knows nothing about music, you start introducing him to some of your favorite bands. as your hang outs become more and more frequent, you start to catch feelings for the super soldier.

warnings: alcohol, references to a family death, implied sex

word count: 1.9k

series playlist

series masterlist

taglist: @sebsgirl71479

It was late, after midnight, and you couldn’t sleep. So you fell into your late night habit. You picked an artist and played a carefully cultivated playlist you had created. Tonight you scrolled through all your playlist options and paused at Kings of Leon. They were more modern than what you usually listened to, but you loved their sound. It felt like their music was made in the seventies or eighties, but their earliest album was released in 2003.

You were walking toward the fridge when you heard a knock on your front door. You froze, unsure of who it could be, before carefully padding across the apartment to look through the peephole. There was a familiar face standing on your doorstep in a black leather jacket. You sighed and opened the door.

“Bucky, what are you doing here?”

“Hey,” he grinned, “did I wake you?” His question came after noticing you in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of bike shorts.

“No, I...I couldn’t sleep. Come in.” He stumbled through your front door, more uncoordinated than usual.

“I was just about to crack open a beer. You want one?” you offered. He accepted and you pulled out two Yuenglings from the fridge.

“I have a confession to make,” he stated, taking a big sip of his lager.

“What’s that?” you replied.

“I might be a little bit tipsy,” he smirked, taking another sip.

You furrowed your brow, “But...I thought…”

“Thor stopped by with some of his Asgardian liquor. Turns out it can increase a super soldier’s blood alcohol content.”

You chuckled, “So you came here?”

“Well yeah. I wanted to see you. And listen to some music.”

“And you didn’t think to call?” you joked, deflecting from the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Now where’s the fun in that.” Dear God, he was charming. He crushed the empty can in his metal hand and you immediately tossed him another one. “So what are we listening to?”

Fans by Kings of Leon was currently playing and Bucky started nodding his head to the beat and you couldn’t hide your smile, “Kings of Leon.”

“Let me guess, another iconic band of the 1970s,” he said, somewhat mocking you.

“No,” you playfully punched his arm, “They’re modern, still putting out new albums.”

“Wow, something from this decade,” he said, feigning impressed.

“Wellllllllll...technically this song came out in 2007.”

“Sooooo modern,” he joked.

“You know, I think I like sober Sarge much better,” you retorted.

“Hey, I’m in rare form tonight. You better enjoy it.” You shook your head at him and opened another couple of beers. “So you like this band? The Kings?”

“Kings of Leon,” you corrected, “And yes, very much so.”

“I could get into this,” he nodded. “Are you gonna let me take you to one of their concerts?”

“Now that would require a few more lessons.”

“I’m all ears,” he raised his arms and made himself comfortable on the couch. “Play me your favorite song of theirs.”

“My favorite song?”

“Yeah, I wanna hear it.”

You contemplated for a moment, “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“No talking.”

“No talking?!”

“This might be one of my all time favorite songs, so I need you to listen.”

His face became serious and he nodded, “No talking.”

You eyed him once more as a warning and he held your eye, giving you the confidence to continue. You turned the volume up on your speaker and scrolled through the playlist, selecting the track you were looking for.

The guitar intro began to play and you noticed Bucky close his eyes, intently listening to the song. You smiled to yourself and did the same, thinking only of the music surrounding you.

Walk you home to see where you’re living around, and I know this place.

Pour yourself on me, and you know I’m the one that you won’t forget

You could feel yourself getting lost in the music. You sensed movement and you opened your eyes. Bucky was standing in front of you and he carefully took your hand and pulled you up right when the second verse started.

“Bucky-” he shushed you before you could finish, placing his soft finger on your lips. He whispered in your ear, “No talking.” He placed his left arm around your waist and his right hand engulfed your left in the perfect ballroom dancing position. He carefully swayed you to the music and you followed his lead.

Hate to be so emotional, I didn’t aim to get physical

But when he pulled in and revved it up, I said ‘you call that a pickup truck?’

And in the moonlight I throwed him down, kickin’ screamin’ and rollin’ around

A little piece of a bloody tooth, just so you know I was thinking of you, just so you know ohhhhh

By no means was this a romantic song. It was about men getting into a fight, proving their masculinity while trying to protect a woman. Yet you loved it. And here you were, swaying in your living room with a super soldier, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You pulled Bucky closer, clutching the back of his neck with your right hand and resting your head on his muscular shoulder. His musk put you into a haze and you took in a deep inhale, followed by an exhale. His heart rate picked up when he noticed your breath on his neck and your fingers gently rubbed through the hair at the base of his skull.

Tremblin’ misery, and as cold as a hole, I hug your bones and skin

Cracklin’ woods gone white and my eyes swell up now, I can see the light

Somewhere along the way, you forgot about the song. All you could think about was Bucky. You felt him drawing small circles on your lower back with his vibranium fingers. You felt his stubble lightly graze your cheek every now and then. You felt his soft yet firm grip on your left hand, making you feel secure. But the thought at the front of your mind was how you didn’t want to stop touching him. You didn’t want the moment to end.

But of course, it did. The song drew to an end and you and Bucky continued to sway as the Kings of Leon queue continued. His stubble brushed along your jaw and you straightened your posture to face him. You looked up into his eyes to read his expression. His deep blue eyes were focused on you, pupils slightly dilated and his lips were slightly parted. He inched closer to you, moving in slow motion, closing the gap between your noses. He was one move away from connecting his lips to yours when a thought crossed your mind. He was drunk. All of this was just a product of alcohol.

You didn’t pull away from him, but you put your guard back up, “It’s late.”

He froze and let out the breath he had been holding. He pulled back and carefully released you from his grip.

“Yeah, I should probably get going,” he turned away, not making eye contact and collecting the keys he left on the kitchen counter. You didn’t move, wondering if your instinct was wrong and your defense mechanism was a mistake. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt butterflies like this. And now you were worried you’d just ruined any chance you might’ve had with the sergeant.

He swung his key ring around his finger and gave you a curt smile before bolting out the front door. You let out an unnerved sigh and scrunched your nose, thinking about how you were going to fix this. It wasn’t even a big deal that he was drunk. Honestly, you were a little drunk too and all it did was clarify and amplify your feelings for Bucky.

You walked to the front door, hoping you could catch him before he drove off. You swung open the door and found Bucky standing on your doorstep in the pouring rain, soaking wet, with a motorcycle helmet in his grip and his arm raised as if he was about to knock on the door. The heavy raindrops continued to fall on his face but he looked as if he couldn’t be bothered.

“It’s...raining,” were the words that left his wet lips.

His eyes were focused on yours and you heard “I Want You” playing in the background. And just like that it was over. You lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips towards yours. He was surprised at first, but fell into the kiss easily, dropping his helmet to wrap his arms around your waist. As soon as you felt his lips on yours, you felt those butterflies again. His lips were so soft and you didn’t want to stop tasting him. He moved his hands up to your jaw in a passionate embrace and he kissed you intensely for another minute before peppering a few pecks on your lips.

The two of you were drenched standing on your doorstep and the only words that came to you were, “It is raining.” You blushed, unsure why you made the comment and Bucky burst out into a contagious laughter.

You woke up the next morning and were surprised to find you were alone. You were sure you had the company of a sergeant in your bed last night, but he was nowhere to be found. You replayed the events from last night in your head, checking your sanity.

You had invited Bucky inside between kisses and you stripped off his wet clothing, tossing everything in the dryer. Bucky was half naked and he easily picked you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. He planted wet kisses up your neck and when he got to your ear he whispered, “You are wearing entirely too much clothing.” He carried you into your room and carefully laid you on the bed. He peeled off your bike shorts and removed your wet T-shirt, leaving you just in your underwear.

He paused as he looked down at you. “What is it?” you asked.

He let out a deep breath, “How did I get so lucky?”

You blushed and had several thoughts running through your head, but you didn’t say anything. You just looked up at him with adoration as he crawled on top of you.

His lips found yours yet again and you ran your hand through his hair.

“Is this okay? Do you want to keep going?” he asked you.

“Yes Sarge, keep going.”

“Okay, just tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Please don’t stop.”

You broke out of your flashback and realized the memories were too strong to be made up. One look down proved you weren’t wearing any clothing and you were positive Bucky had spent the night. You pulled yourself out of bed and tried not to let the disappointment get the best of you. Once dressed, you headed to the kitchen for some coffee. There was a note scribbled on the whiteboard on your fridge.

“Had a great time last night but I got called in for a mission. I’ll text you. - B”

You sighed, this was the confirmation you needed. You wished he could’ve stayed to cuddle with you in the morning, but he was an Avenger. And duty calls.

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader

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agentmmayy · 2 years

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january music roundup

haven’t done this for a few months, but what better way to start the new year by wrapping up all the music i’ve found and have been listening to this past month!

talking to the moon- strandels: you all know i’m a whore for the moon so there was no reason why i wouldn’t love this song just from the title but then i listened and i haven’t stopped listening. this song perfectly captures the beauty of the moon and her steadfastness and it’s the exact kind of song you want to sit around a campfire at night singing with friends or just quietly by yourself. the harmonizing in this song makes me want to eat it it’s so delicious. this entire song is a five course meal. i can’t get enough. i’m feral over it.

cold heart (PNAU remix)- elton john, dua lipa, PNAU: a certified bop. literally haven’t been able to get it out of my head. this song is so addicting

fire for you- cannons: excellent slow groove song that both @justanalto and i agree has similar cigarettes after sex and aly and aj vibes

fade into a dream- LEON: the love of mine and @152glasslippers life. as always, all of LEON’s music hits just right. this is the perfect mix of regret and healing and missing that person you never thought you would lose and it’s just. ah.

i want to know what love is- amason: i’ve also been listening to the version by julia stone on repeat as well. incredible covers of a classic original that are so starkly different but still wonderful

til the lights come on- violet island: everything by this artist is so good. perfect music to have on in the background of working or to dance to in your room

yours- maybe: @justanalto introduced me to this song and it’s !!! another slow groove bop!!! big laying in your bed and having an existential crisis vibes. also a song i want to roller-skate down the road to at dawn. very specific but

i can’t make me- butterfly boucher: i watched one tree hill this past month so a lot of songs on my monthly playlist have been early 2000′s grunge rock throwbacks but this one sounds so contemporary? yet still has that warm nostalgia

dancing in the dark- madeline: this artists voice is what drew me into this song. not only does their voice encapsulate the point in life i’m at but the lyrics do too and it’s so intimate to be seen so clearly by a song written by a stranger

break me in- meg &dia: oh boy. this chorus sucked off my cerebral. absolutely devastated. i wasn’t prepared to be called out but man did i enjoy it. yes i cried.

#bestie you HAVE to listen to talk to the moon #i've been restraining myself to wait to make this post and not immediately drop it into your inbox #and dancing in the dark bc it made me think of you and i need to know your thoughts #and break me in bc i think it has VERY strong teen wolf vibes #ok i'll shut up now #ness listens to music #this might be a monthly thing so if anyone would like to be tagged lmk!

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ibuki-loves-you · 3 years

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Hey! I LOVE THE MIKAN PERSONALITY THING YOU DID! AND AS A MIKAN KINNIE THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!! I was wondering if you would do the same with the THH but with a reader who acts like Ibuki? My kinnie heart would THRIVEEEE <33

Trigger Happy Havoc Boys with an S/O who acts like Ibuki

Warnings: None

Mod Ibuki: HELL YES!!! IM SORRY IF THIS IS A BIT SHORT I HAVE A LITTLE MIGRAINE FHSKDJD

Makoto:

Makoto thinks you’re adorable!!

Your excitement makes him excited

He has no problem keeping up with you

Usually

Some days you do tire him out a bit

“Good nom nom nomming!” “Good morning, S/O!”

Makoto is all for your eccentric fashion taste

He thinks it makes you unique and different from others, which is awesome

Share your music with him!!!

Even if it’s loud, Makoto will listen with you!

You never fail to make him happy

Leon:

OH MY GOD DON”T EVEN GET ME STARTED-

You and Leon are perfect for eachother

Leon can most definitely keep up with your hyper ass

“Good nom nom nommin!” “Good nom nom nomming to you too babe!”

Leon loves your fashion taste

Like please

He’d love it if you dressed him up

MONSTER DRINKING COMPETITIONS

Leon is a music man, we all know that

Please teach him music

It’d make his entire life

“So it goes like this?” “Yup yup! You got it!” “Awesome! Thanks baby!”

Couple goals

Mondo:

Like Leon, Mondo is another one who you are very compatible with

Chaos? Chaos

Mondo does not give a flying fuck that you are hyper

If you’re doing something chaotic, he is the boyfriend that’s cheering you on

“Good nom nom nomming, Mondy!” “Mondy? Whatever. Mornin, babe.”

Everyday Mondo has to tell you how good you look

Like he will not lie, he loves your fashion sense

“You look smokin’ today babe.” “Why, thank you thank you!”

Mondo doesn’t want to learn how to play an instrument, but he’d love to listen to you play!

He would definitely have you play for his gang if you were up to it

Byakuya:

Byakuya acts aggravated but he secretly finds you pretty adorable

He admires that you have no problem expressing and being yourself

“Good nom nom nomming, Byakuya!” “Good morning, you insufferable human” “You love me!” “Shut up.” “That wasn’t a no~”

Byakuya doesn’t mind your fashion taste, but you wouldn’t catch him dead wearing your clothes

“You look homeless.” “Do I look like a hot homeless person?” “...No comment.” “YOU HEARD IT HERE, FOLKS! MY BABY DOES THING I’M A HOT HOMELESS PERSON!”

He doesn’t like loud music, but if you listened to some softer things he wouldn’t mind listening

Chihiro:

Chihiro thinks you’re awesome!

He does have difficulty keeping up with you sometimes, but that’s not too much of a problem

When you greet him, you usually run to him and scoop him up in your arms

“Good nom nom nomming, baby!” “G-Good morning, S/O. Hehe!”

Your fashion taste isn’t for him, but he thinks you look adorable

“D-Do a spin! Yay!”

Chihiro doesn’t like loud music, since it scares him, but if you have softer songs he’d love to listen

Make him a programming playlist please he’d love it

Taka:

Taka has definitely scolded you a couple times

But nonetheless he thinks you are quite unique

“Good nom nom nomming, Taki!” “Good morning, S/O! Great enthusiasm! Also, why the nickname?”

Taka thinks your fashion taste is cool, but it’s definitely not for him

If you really wanted, he’d let you dress him up, but he’d be very very reluctant

Loud music also isn’t his style, but he’d listen to it if you really wanted him to

“What is this? It’s so loud!” “It’s Y/N’s favorite band!” “W-Well, if you like it, I suppose it’s fine.”

Taka is very in love with your hyper self

Yasuhiro:

You do you, man!

Yasuhiro thinks you’re amazing!

He’s cool with your entire personality

“Good nom nom nomming, Hiro!” “Good nom nom nommin’! Heh, that’s funny.”

Fashion? Yes

Hiro wouldn’t wear your style of clothing on an everyday basis, but if you wanted to dress him up he’s all for it

“Go for it, babe!”

Loud music? Cool!

Hiro likes all kinds of music, heavy metal is no exception

He’d head bang but then get dizzy and fall down

Then you would fall too

Because you can’t leave your boyfriend hanging :)

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Strip Tease | Ten (m)

Requested by: @unknown5tar (Thank you for being patient with me and ngl I was really nervous while writing this because I really hope you like this! I couldn’t help but add some smut cuz ya kno LOL and I’m such a sucker for enemies/friends to lovers au)

Summary: Ten is a fucking tease.

Pairings: best friend!Ten x female reader

Genre: best friends to lovers!au, suggestive, smut

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst (breakup), sexually explicit content, mature language

You and Ten first met at the start of university. You were both dance majors, so you would often see each other in class and on campus in the same department buildings. You had a lot in common with Ten, such as a similar sense of humor, being excellent dancers, and an appreciation for art. Along the way, the friendship gradually went from just friends to best friends, developing into a teasing friendship that was borderline flirting, but it was always just playful.

Once you both graduated university, you both applied to work at the same dance studio and got hired to teach classes there together. Ten teaches b-boying and you teach hip hop. By day, you and Ten were both dance instructors at a dance studio. By night, you were both dancers at a popular club.

The club was widely known for their good-looking waiters and talented dancers. Ten was one of the very few male dancers at the club so he garnered many female customers and even some male customers. He even has some regulars that would come every so often on a weekend night to see Ten dance because the male would occasionally come up with choreographies to make his performances more different and unique.

His performances were quite a sight, to say the least. On Halloween night, he dressed up as a devil and danced, what he calls his piece, “devils”, where he bent his body backwards in a demonic way that left the audience gasping. He sure knew how to move his body in ways unimaginable. His stunning visuals adds to it as well because many have tried to hit on him before.

One night, as you both are heading to the club, Ten informs you that has a new choreographed performance that he is going to unveil tonight, so you tell him that you’ll be in the audience watching. That night, instead of sitting in the waiting room with the other dancers like you usually do, you sat towards the front of the stage, so you got front row seats to see Ten’s new piece.

The audience erupted into loud cheers when the DJ announced that Ten will be the next performer.

Loud upbeat R&B music began blasting on the stereos and bright colorful LED lights flash the room as Ten’s figure suddenly emerges from the red, silk curtains and all the female customers began to cheer loudly. He was wearing a black leather jacket that was zipped up all the way, along with matching black jeans and a belt.

Ten makes his way to the center and sways his body to the music. Nobody knew what to expect from the dancer’s performance today, so your eyes widen when you see him start to slowly unbuckle his belt with one hand. He takes his time removing the belt from his waist before tossing it to the sidelines once it’s off.

Next, he unzips his leather jacket at a snail’s pace to reveal that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath the jacket and practically everyone’s jaw drops. After teasing the audience with parts of his exposed skin, he begins to sensually take off the jacket at a teasingly slow pace. The jacket begins to slip from his shoulders and then his biceps. Once it’s completely off his body, he spots you in the front row of the stage and discards his jacket by throwing it into your hands, knowing you’ll keep it safe for him. You see the flying jacket coming your way and you quickly catch it with both hands.

The audience hollers and whistles at the dancer’s exposed upper body. He was toned and there was body oil rubbed all over his stomach, accentuating the lines of his abs.

Ten lays on his back against the floor and thrusts up into the air, causing the audience to roar and paper bills come flying his way on stage. He slides against the floor on his knees and picks up the money, bringing the bills in between his fingers and stuffing it into his jean pockets.

Once the song is over, the dancer sends a wink to the audience and all the women swoon. You included.

You were honestly really surprised by his performance, in a good way. Your mouth was hanging open during the entire performance, but your lips were sticking up into a smile because that was absolutely amazing. You’ve seen the way Ten moves, but you’ve never seen him do that before.

Once the song is over, the lights dim down and the stage becomes dark. You quickly rush back to the dancer’s waiting room, where Ten probably left to once his performance was over. You barge open the door and look around and spot Ten by the corner taking out all the money from his pockets that he received during the performance and putting it into his wallet. It’s thick with cash.

“Holy shit. That performance was incredible, Ten!” you praise as you make your way over to Ten.

“Go on,” he encourages, basing in the glory of your praise. “I know, it was amazing.”

“The thing you did with your belt and jacket-”

He chuckles, “It’s called strip teasing. I was working on it in private for a few days.”

“You have to teach me how to strip tease!” you excitedly say while handing his jacket back to him. “Maybe I could use it for one of my performances too.”

Ten takes his jacket back. “Sure, I’ll teach you on our day off.”

“You’re the best,” you say as you link arms with him.

Once all the performances were over, it was time for the club to close for the night, or day since they opened until 4 in the morning, so after cleaning up the place, you and Ten both headed home together.

You and Ten were living together and rented a place that was relatively close to both the workplaces so it would be an easier commute. Plus, it was nice getting to live with a good friend. Ten even adopted two cats, named Louis and Leon, which you did not oppose because it was nice to have pets in the house.

The next day, you both didn’t have any work so it was a good time for Ten to teach you how to strip tease. You sport some comfortable dance wear like a loose, cropped t-shirt and shorts while Ten is in a sleeveless shirt and sweatpants. The living room couches are pushed back and the coffee table is temporarily moved to the kitchen so there was enough dance space.

“Strip teasing is pretty easy, to be honest. All you have to do is slowly undress in a sexy way,” Ten states. “Let’s start off doing something simple and easy. Can you go grab a jacket of yours and put it on?”

You nod and rush off to your room to retrieve a jacket as instructed.

While you left to do as told, Ten searches on his Spotify for some fitting music and starts to play some upbeat R&B music from his playlist to set the mood. After setting it to the highest volume level, he takes a seat on the couch with the phone placed to his side and gets comfortable on the furniture.

Soon, you emerge from your room with a light blue denim jean jacket on.

“First, you want to start off with a sexy dance,” Ten instructs. “Just feel yourself with the music.”

You nod and, thankfully, it was a song you frequently listen to, so it was pretty easy to think of a simple choreography for it on the spot. You throw in some body rolls and slowly run your hands down your body from your chest to your waist down to your ass as you sway your hips, all while keeping eye contact with Ten.

You and Ten are both comfortable with each other so it’s not awkward to make eye contact like that. Besides, it’s good practice to get rid of shyness since you’re both dancers so facial expression is very important.

“Yes! Look at you feeling yourself like that,” Ten compliments with a proud smile to hype you up.

You get a little bold as you do a slut drop, where you squat down quickly and immediately pop back up, when the beat drops, throw your ass back, twerk, and even strut over to Ten to take a seat on his lap while your legs rest bent on the sofa.

He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow and one side of his lips curled up to a smirk while you smile innocently at him.

“What’s next?” you innocently ask.

“Next, slowly take off your jacket,” Ten replies, emphasizing the word ‘slowly’.

You take hold of your jacket and begin to strip it off of your body at a snail’s pace, revealing your shoulders and then your arms. Once the jacket is off of your body, you discard it to the other side of the couch.

“How was that?” you ask.

“Very sexy,” Ten praises with a nod. “Especially when you sat on my lap like that.”

“What can I say? I have a great teacher,” you compliment back.

“I know. I’m amazing,” he boasts and you playfully slap his arm for letting your compliment feed his ego. Ten winces from the hit but laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. “But you already got the basics of how to strip tease down. We can watch some tutorials from other professional dancers that I used for reference if you want.”

“Sure,” you nod.

“Alright, now get off of my lap.” Ten playfully smacks your butt and you giggle as you remove yourself from his lap.

Ten gets up from the couch and walks into his room to retrieve his laptop.

As you wait for him, you check on your phone to see you received a notification. It was a text message from your boyfriend.

Boyfriend: I miss you. Are you free today for dinner and movies at my place?

You smile widely as you rapidly type a reply back to him.

You: Of course! I’m in the middle of something right now and I’ll need to change and get ready afterwards so give me a couple of hours?

Boyfriend: Sure thing! Can’t wait to see you later <3

You: I’ll text you when I’m on my way! See you in a bit <3

“Hey, can we end this in an hour or so?” you ask Ten when he emerges from his room with a laptop tucked in his arm.

“Sure. Did something come up?”

“Yeah, I’m going to see Taeyong in a bit,” you reply as you continue to text Taeyong.

You and Taeyong first met at a party during your last year in university and took an interest in each other. After exchanging numbers, chatting over the phone, and a few dates, you and Taeyong have been together for almost a year now.

“Oh, I see,” Ten nods as he sits on the couch, opening his laptop to pull up the reference videos he bookmarked.

After watching a few videos on Ten’s laptop for references on how to strip tease by other dancers, you decided it was enough for the day. You changed clothes, texted Taeyong that you are on your way, and headed out to his place. You knock on his apartment door when you arrive and wait for a few seconds before you hear footsteps approaching the door. Taeyong opens the door and smiles upon seeing your face.

“Hey, babe,” he greets, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Hi, bubu,” you smile with your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Hungry? I already ordered the pizza for us. I got us your favorite toppings.”

“Yes! You’re the best,” you say and plant a kiss on his cheek.

Taeyong guides you inside his place and the pizza is already set up on the coffee table along with a movie ready on the television screen.

After devouring the pizza, you and Taeyong continued to watch the remainder of the movie. Some time during the movie, one thing leads to another and next thing you know, the movie is long forgotten about as you fall onto Taeyong’s bed with his lips on yours and his body on top of yours. Your hands are wrapped around his neck to pull him in closer while his hands roam around your waist.

As you continue to kiss, an idea pops into your head when you feel Taeyong’s fingers wrapped around your shirt, trying to strip you of your clothing but you remove his hands from your shirt. Taeyong removes himself from your lips, worried because of your actions, but you shush him by switching the positions so Taeyong is now laying on the bed and you are hovering over him instead. The movie begins to play sensual music in the background, which was a perfect chance for you to slowly remove your own shirt, teasing your boyfriend with only peaks of your skin.

Taeyong can feel his dick, still in his boxers, slowly harden as he watches you give him a show. Once your shirt is off and tossed to the other side of the bed, Taeyong marvels at your lacy, pink bra.

“Wow, you look so hot doing that. Who taught you how to strip tease like that?” Taeyong smirks as he stares lustfully at your half naked body.

“Ten taught me.” You reply as you bring your hands behind your back to begin unhooking your bra.

“Wait- Ten?” Taeyong’s eyebrows knit together.

You suddenly stop your actions and your smile slowly drops when you notice the shift in the atmosphere. Taeyong almost seemed...upset at the fact that Ten was the one who taught you how to strip tease.

“Yeah. Why? Is something wrong?” You get off from his body and sit to the side of his bed.

Taeyong sighs, avoiding eye contact with you. He always suspected that there was something going on between you two, but he took your word for it when you said Ten was just a good friend. Taeyong trusts you, he really does, so he tried not to show his jealousy. However, he was always worried knowing that you two live together and how close you two were, so this new fact caused him to snap.

“Y/n, what would you do if I asked you to stop being friends with Ten?”

Your eyes widen at Taeyong’s question. “Taeyong...I can’t just stop being friends with Ten. He’s my best friend.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” Taeyong fires back.

You pause.

Ten is your best friend, so to suddenly be asked to end your friendship with him for your significant other was so shocking that you were left speechless. You really did not want to lose Ten, so who should you choose? You don’t know because you don’t want to make the wrong decision.

Taeyong sighs at your silence. “Y/n...I think we should break up.”

Your eyes widen and you feel your heart drop as you stare at your boyfriend in shock.

“I’m really sorry, y/n. I love you, I really do. But...I don’t think I can be with someone who has another man in her heart. You two are too close for comfort and I can’t help but think that there’s something going between you two, especially since you can’t-or won't- stop being friends with him for me,” Taeyong explains.

You didn’t respond back because you were at a loss for words. Is it really that wrong for a woman to have a comfortable friendship with another man that isn’t her significant other?

After redressing in awkward silence, you trudge back home, feeling numb from the breakup and your brain keeps repeating Taeyong’s words.

When you arrived home and opened the door, Ten was there in the living room, laying on the couch while scrolling through his phone. He looks up to see you staring at him in silence by the door and immediately jumps up from the couch to approach you when he notices the tears on your face as you stare at him with wet eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice laced with concern as he cups your face and gently wipes away your tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. “Why are you crying?”

You wanted to just push Taeyong’s words aside for the night because all you wanted was someone to comfort you right now, so you wrap your arms around Ten’s body and shove your face into his neck.

“Taeyong broke up with me,” you confess.

“What?” You hear him shout, a vibration ringing through his chest. “Why?”

“I-I don’t want to talk about it right now. Can you just...please hold me?” you plead with a cracked voice.

“Of course. I got you,” Ten says as he brings you into a tighter embrace.

You’ll tell him what happened once you’re ready.

That night, Ten laid in your bed beside you with a thick blanket thrown over your bodies for warmth while you quietly sob your eyes out. He strokes comforting circles on your back.

Eventually, you stop crying as tiredness overtakes your body. You glance up to see that Ten’s eyes were closed and his movements have stopped, meaning he probably fell asleep without you noticing. It was pretty late right now, considering it felt like hours since you were crying, so you don’t blame him for drifting off to sleep.

Taeyong’s words today kept ringing in your head as you continue to stare at Ten’s facial features, like the mole under his left eye and then his long eyelashes. You must admit that Ten is a very attractive person, but who wouldn’t think that?

Taeyong is right about being very close because you and Ten are practically cuddling on your bed.

You bring Ten into a tight embrace and fall asleep with your limbs wrapped around his body and your face tucked into his chest. You’re glad you still have him by your side.

The next morning, you woke up with swollen eyes from all the crying last night and Ten was no longer by your side in bed. The smell of food and a sizzling sound lingers in the air, which you assume means that he probably woke up before you did to cook breakfast.

You lightly trudge your feet to the kitchen, the sound of your slippers sliding against the hardwood floor echoing in the hallway. You see Ten in a yellow apron scooping the cooked food from the pan onto two plates with a spatula.

“Morning,” Ten greets with a smile when he spots your awakened figure. “I woke up earlier to make us some breakfast before we go to work later. Come sit down and eat with me.”

You walk into the kitchen and take a seat on the kitchen counter right in front of the plate that Ten just loaded with food.

Your heart softens. Despite being your sassy best friend, he knew when to be sweet and thoughtful whenever you were having a bad day.

“Are you okay to go to work today or do you want to call in sick to have the day off?” Ten worriedly asks.

You shake your head. “I’m okay. I can go to work today.”

Besides, it was better to distract your mind temporarily with work instead of staying home and wallowing in sorrow. You pick up your fork and start to dig into the breakfast Ten prepared for you.

“Thanks, Ten,” you smile, grateful for having such a great friend.

“You can thank me with a kiss,” he jokes as he points his index finger to his extended cheek.

You snort and roll your eyes at him before smacking his arm and you both break out into laughter, which lightens up the mood.

You go through your day with a heavy heart, but you’re thankful that Ten doesn’t ask about what happened yesterday. You do want to tell him, someday, but just not today.

---

A few months have passed since the breakup and you’re back to your usual self again. You still never spoke to Ten about the incident with Taeyong, but you’re not sure if he’s forgotten about it or not. Nothing has changed between you and Ten, your friendship being stronger than ever. You acted the same but you felt weird around Ten now.

The atmosphere felt...different.

You’re not sure if you’re just imagining things but you think Ten is teasing you more than before. There were more lingering touches that sent electricity jolting through your body and sexual jokes thrown every here and there that left you slightly flustered.

It’s probably because of what Taeyong said to you that night that has been making you more hyper aware of Ten’s actions.

Of course you still let him do it and try your best to not let it visibly show that it affected you in any way because that’s just how Ten always has been.

Like just the other day, Ten finished his dance lessons for the day but stayed behind and waited for you to finish so you two could go back home together. You would be done soon, so he decided to kill some time by practicing his choreography.

Once your last session was over, you packed up your stuff and headed to Ten’s dance room which was right next door. Music was blasting in the studio and when the door opens you are greeted with Ten dancing shirtless. He was wearing a cap to capture his hair and his upper body was covered in sweat.

You didn’t say anything because you assumed he noticed you enter the room but wanted to finish before stopping, so you didn’t want to interrupt and just stared at Ten while he danced. The way his body moves around so quickly during the song was very alluring that you couldn’t look away from his captivating performance.

“Enjoying the view?” he smirks.

“No, you just seemed focused so I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Really? Because my eyes are up here.” He brings out his index finger and middle finger to point each finger at each of his eyes and then points each extended finger at each of your eyes.

You swat his fingers away. “You wish I was staring at you like that.”

“I’m just kidding, baby,” he chuckles before wrapping an arm around your neck.

“Ew, you’re all sweaty!” you squeal as you squirm away from his hold.

“You’re sweaty too. Come here,” he says and chases you around the room with his arms wide open and you run away while screaming.

He manages to trap you against the wall with your head in between his arm and you catch his eyes, staring down at you.

You gulp at the small distance between your bodies because Ten was just mere inches away from your face. You see him leaning his face closer to yours and you await his next move as you feel your heart beating against your ribcage. Is he really going to kiss you right now in the middle of the dance room where anyone could come in at any moment? However, you don’t make any movements to run away, waiting for what’s to come next.

“Gotcha,” he whispers and pulls away with a chuckle. “Let’s go home. I’m hungry.”

Well you weren’t expecting that at all. Thankfully, he has his back towards you while he goes to retrieve his bag or else he would have seen your face slowly heating up.

And there was another time, where you were doing the laundry by folding your clean clothes on the living room couch. Suddenly, Ten emerges from his room and you see him walking over to you from the corner of your eye.

“Wow, you wear some racy underwear,” you hear Ten say.

You look up and gasp with wide eyes because you see your black lace panties dangling from his fingers.

“Ten, don’t look at that!” you shout, embarrassed.

You get up to snatch your article of clothing out of his hands but he’s quick and lifts it higher in the air so it is out of your reach.

“Give it back!” You jump with your arm extended, trying to reach for your panties.

“Try to come get it then,” Ten mocks.

Curse him for using his height against you even though he’s just a bit taller than you.

You frown as you get on your tip-toes to reach for it but Ten continues to back up. However, Ten wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings and ends up backing up so far that the back of his leg hits the couch, so the male falls backwards and you fall along with him.

“Oof.” With eyes closed, Ten lands backwards on the couch while your body falls on top of Ten’s.

You get up on your arms and look down to see the position you two were in: Ten under you while you were on top of him. No words were spoken as you stay still in your awkward spots with wide eyes staring at each other.

“Oh, was this your plan all along?” he cheekily grins. “How naughty.”

You whack his chest and quickly grab your underwear back from Ten with burning cheeks.

---

Ten has been teasing you way too much lately so you decide it’s time to get back at him by playing fire with fire.

You look at yourself in the mirror and grin. Currently, you were wearing one of Ten’s t-shirts that you managed to snatch from his closet when you snuck into his room one day while he was in the bathroom.

It was a bit big on you, but you liked it because it smelled like Ten and he will for sure notice it’s his because it’s one of his favorites.

You weren’t wearing anything underneath, except a bra and matching pair of panties which were covered by the oversized shirt.

From behind your closed door, you hear him outside in the living room playing with one of the cats, because he was cooing at the cat to get his attention so you decided it was time to spring into action.

You exit your room and notice from the corner of your eye that he was sitting on the couch with his attention on Leon. You pretend to grab a drink from the kitchen, making sure your presence was noticed by humming a song.

“Hey, have you seen my-” you hear him say but you pretend to be searching for something in the fridge.

“Uh, is that my shirt?” he asks.

“Hm?” You blinked innocently at him.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he states, pointing at you.

“Oh is it? I didn’t notice,” you look down at the shirt and shrug.

Ten gets up from the living room couch and makes his way over to you as Leon skimmers away. He places an outstretched arm onto the fridge and the other one on his hip. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

“I like it. It’s comfortable.”

“Take it off,” he demands.

“Pervert,” you gasp, covering your chest with your arms.

“You’re the one prancing in here with no pants on and wearing my shirt,” he states matter-of-factly.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve seen me in just a shirt and no pants,” you retort.

“Not in my shirt though,” he raises an eyebrow at you. “Give it back.”

You lean in close to his face and say, “make me.”

You weren’t sure what to expect to happen next but the next thing you know is that he’s throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from the kitchen and into his room. He uses his foot to close the door shut and flips you onto his bed.

Honestly, you were pretty surprised by everything that just happened right now so your heart is pounding when he removes you from his shoulder and you land on the mattress.

Ten hovers over your body and peers down at you with his hands by your head and his legs trapping yours. You suddenly lost all that confidence you had to tease Ten back, because right now you feel intimidated by his gaze and slightly turned on?

Suddenly, Ten brings his hands to your sides and begins tickling you. You erupt into a fit of laughter and squirm as you try to get out of his hold.

“Ten, stop! Ah!” you squeal in between laughs. “You know I’m ticklish!”

“Are you going to give me back my shirt?”

“Yes! Okay, I’ll give it back!”

Ten stops tickling you and you continue to lay in his bed while trying to catch your breath. You are both still a giggling mess but once you’ve calmed down you just stare up at Ten who was still on top of you by the way.

“I’ll go change now and give it back to you,” you state meekly, your eyes avoiding his.

“Nah, you can keep it. Besides, you look cute in my clothes,” he winks and gets off of you.

Well so much for teasing Ten this time because he made you flustered in the end. You think it’s best to not tease Ten because it looks like you won’t be able to win against him in this game.

---

You and Ten were invited to a mutual friend’s birthday party held at the birthday boy’s house, so you both make your way over to the party after work. When you knock on the door, you and Ten are greeted by the birthday boy, Kun, as he gestures for you both to come inside. There were quite a few people there already, so you both mingle with some friends you know at the party while taking a couple of shorts.

After a while, you excuse yourself from the conversation to go to the kitchen to grab some food, when suddenly you hear a male voice calling your name.

“Y/nnnn!” You turn your head to the source of the voice and see Donghyuck running towards you with open arms, along with Mark trailing behind him.

An oof leaves your mouth when the younger male’s body collides against yours into a bone crushing hug, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“I missed you, y/n,” Donghyuck coos.

“I missed you too, Donghyuck. Hi, Mark.”

“Hey, how have you been? I saw that you and Taeyong aren’t together anymore because you deleted all his photos from your Instagram,” Mark says as Donghyuck releases you from his hold.

“Yeah, I’m fine now,” you reply.

“Did you guys break up because of Ten?” Donghyuck asks, leaning in his body towards yours.

Your brows knit together at Donghyuck’s question. “How...did you know?”

“Seriously? I can’t believe I got it right,” Donghyuck laughs, “But it was pretty obvious.”

You lean against the wall and cross your arms with a raised eyebrow. “How so? Explain.”

“I always thought there was something going on between you and Ten. Almost everyone did,” The male states. “He would always flirt with you and was super touchy like you’re a couple. I can’t tell if he’s trying to get with you or fuck you.”

Your eyes widen and you even turn to Mark for confirmation and he nods in return, indicating that he agrees with Donghyuck’s statement.

“Well, now that you and Taeyong aren’t together anymore, are you going to do something about the tension between you and Ten?” Mark asks.

Honestly, you didn’t know how to respond. What are you even supposed to do, let alone bring up the topic to Ten without making it awkward?

“Hey Donghyuck, Mark, come help Lucas. The guy is a little drunk!” you hear someone shout before the conversation could continue and the two rush to their aid when they see the giant look like he was about to puke.

After Donghyuck and Mark left, you decided you needed a moment by yourself to think about everything. You’re sitting alone in the balcony of Kun’s room staring up into the sky, thinking about Donghyuck and Taeyong’s words.

Now, you weren’t disgusted by the thought of being with Ten, romantically or sexually. In fact, you have thought about it before and, honestly, Ten knows you better than anymore just as well as you know him. Heck, you even know how to pronounce his full Thai name correctly, which apparently not a lot of people can do.

You and Ten have even made an agreement beforehand that if you two were still single by the time you’re both 30 years old, you would just date each other. The thought of being with your best friend didn’t sound all that bad.

Suddenly, you hear someone walk into the room and you turn your head to the door.

“Hey, what are you doing sitting here all alone?” Ten asks by the door with his hand on the doorknob. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh...I just needed some air,” you reply. “It was kind of stuffy with all the people there. Did you need something?”

“Yeah, it’s almost time to sing and cut the cake,” Ten informs. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Okay, I’m coming.” You close the balcony door and follow Ten out of Kun’s room.

---

Ten went out to do a couple of errands for the day while you stayed behind at home and situated yourself on your bed to watch a movie on your laptop to pass some time. You picked a mature-rated romance. The door of your room was left only partially closed in case any of the cats wanted to come in.

Nothing ever happened after Kun’s birthday party and things were the same as usual. You’re not sure if you should say something because honestly you’ve been thinking about that night ever since.

Half way into the movie there was a sex scene. You didn’t expect how uncensored the scene was, but you continued to watch in silence. However, it left you feeling aroused, watching the main female character getting fucked unprotected by the main male character.

It has been a while since you’ve had sex too, so you couldn’t help but slowly move your hands down into your shorts, past your panties, and begin to rub two fingers against your folds as you continue to watch the movie. Even though the volume was relatively high, you still bit your bottom lip to prevent any noise as you shove two fingers into your entrance.

Your heart was beating like crazy as your fingers thrust in and out of your core. Your fingers felt good but it wasn’t enough. You needed something bigger.

You spot Ten’s shirt hanging from the edge of your bed and you pause your fingers to grab it with your free hand. You bring it up to your nose and it still smells like the cologne he wears.

You closed your eyes, thinking of Ten and what it would be like if it was his fingers inside of you right now instead of yours. Even better, something else. The thought just turned you on more so you sped up your fingers.

A careless whimper of Ten’s name escapes your lips along with light panting as your fingers brush against your walls. You should have closed the door but you never expected he would come home so fast, so you didn’t hear Ten entering the house. His ears picked up the sound of his name coming from your room.

You push your fingers deeper to find your g-spot, when suddenly the door swung open and your eyes widened in shock when you looked up and locked eyes with the man that was on your mind, standing before you with shock all over his face.

He looks at you and sees his shirt in your hand and your other hand down your pants in between your legs.

The room is extremely quiet, except for the noises coming from your laptop of the movie still playing. To make it even more awkward, the actress in the movie just announced her orgasm.

“Are you using my shirt to masturbate?” Ten asks after a silent pause.

Shit. You just want a hole to appear and eat you up alive because you are so embarrassed you could die right now.

You can feel your blood running cold after getting caught in this awkward situation.

“Ten, I-” You were speechless.

You didn’t know what to say because your mind was completely blank right now. What do you say to someone when you just got caught doing something inappropriate and even worse using their article of clothing to get off? You quickly retract your fingers from your core.

You thought Ten would make fun of you or be grossed out by your actions. But instead, he walks into your room, slamming the door shut, gets on to your bed, and hovers over you. It happened so fast that your mind couldn’t comprehend it quick enough that you just froze in place.

Your eyes widened at the dangerous proximity and you felt your heart racing as you peered up into Ten’s cat-like eyes to see that he was staring down at you with such intensity that you’re starting to get a little nervous.

He grabs the wrist of your hand that you just used to get off with his hand and puts your fingers in his mouth, sucking up your juices. He releases your fingers from his mouth with a pop and your eyes are as wide as saucers now at Ten.

For once, you felt it. The sexual tension that everyone constantly mentions between you two. You can actually feel it in the air. You no longer see Ten, your best friend, but a man, standing before you with a dark look in his eyes.

“You taste so good.” He licks his lips to pick up any excess off his mouth.

Ten’s gaze falls from your eyes to your lips and your eyes do the same after you notice his eyes were no longer on yours, but something else.

“If you don’t want this, push me away right now and I’ll stop,” Ten whispers before slowly closing the distance between his face from yours.

But you don’t stop him. You want this just as badly as he does.

When Ten sees no sign of you rejecting his advances, he closes his eyes before he cups your face with one hand and crashes his soft lips against yours. You close your eyes and return the kiss with your hands clinging on his shoulders for support. Ten’s other hands snake around your waist to bring your figure closer to his, so you’re body to body. Teeth and tongue clashed against each other in a rough, hungry kiss, full of passion.

He releases himself from your lips to start stripping you of your clothes in a rush that he practically wanted to tear them off your skin if he could.

Once fully naked, he begins to remove his own clothes and tosses them on the floor. His lips latch back on to your lips again as his hands begin to roam your body, touching your skin, which sends tingles throughout your body from his warm touch.

The male stops the kiss to allow a moment to breathe. However, that doesn’t last long when Ten begins to leave open mouth kisses on your neck and you shiver as he nips a sensitive spot. Then, he sucks hickies all over your collarbone and chests, marking you with purple bruises.

Your back arches off the bed when you feel a warm mouth sucking one of your nipples while the other one is being played with between his fingers.

“Ten,” you whimper.

He releases his mouth from your nipple at the sound of his name escaping your lips and runs two fingers against your folds causing you to shiver.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” Ten breaths as he pumps his hardening cock in his other hand. “I wanted to take my time with you, but I want you so badly right now that I can’t wait.”

The statement made you even more wet because you have been craving Ten’s touch for a while now. You want to feel his cock inside of you.

“Hang on, let me go get a condom in my ro-,'' Ten informs you but you stop him by reaching into your bedside table and grabbing a condom from your drawer to hand to him.

You still had a bunch leftover because of your ex. Ten raises an eyebrow at you but decides to ask questions later and to start opening the packet now.

Ten rips the plastic open with his teeth and rolls the condom onto his length. Your pussy was throbbing in anticipation as you stared at Ten’s cock. Once he’s fully sheathed, he tosses the wrapper into your trashcan and positions himself in front of your entrance with your legs planted on his shoulders. Slowly, he enters you and your fingernails dig into his back at the stretch of his length around your wet cavern.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” Ten groans as he bottoms out of you.

You felt so full as his cock throbs inside of you from the feeling of your warm walls. You and Ten have never been so intimate before, being skin against skin. You can’t believe this is actually happening and neither can Ten.

Ten waits for you to get used to his size by staring at the place where you two were connected. As soon as he heard from you that it was okay to move, he takes his length out and then slams his cock back deep inside of you. You both moan as he begins to find a steady and hard pace to fuck you into your mattress.

“Tell me, why were you using my shirt to help you get off?” he asks as he continues to thrust inside of you.

Honestly, you were so embarrassed that you got caught by him that you really did not want to tell him, but suddenly, he stops and you stare at him with pleading eyes, asking him why did you stop? with your eyes.

“Answer me,” he hisses, gritting his teeth.

His length was still inside of you but he holds your hips down with an iron grip so you don’t make any movements to pleasure yourself until you answer his question.

“I-I was thinking about you,” you choke out, face heating up.

“You were thinking about me while playing with yourself? How dirty,” he whispers, nipping your ear.

Satisfied with your reply, he begins pistoning inside of you at a speed that made your breasts bounce along with the thrusts.

“It’s because you’ve been teasing me so much lately- saying I look cute in your clothes- throwing me on your bed-”

“-and your reactions were so cute. God, I wanted to just take you right then and there,” Ten pants between each thrust. “Did I make you feel some type of way?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

“Good.” Ten readjusts his positions and hits your g-spot dead on, causing you to see stars as pleasure courses through your whole body. You're a moaning mess and your toes curl as he continues to ram that spot with harsh thrusts.

Your walls begin to convulse around his length and Ten throws his head back at the squeeze. You were close, so Ten picks up the pace.

The movie was still playing, mixed with the sound of moans and your juices squelching with every thrust.

“Ten, I’m about to come,” you announce.

“Me too,” Ten groans as his thrusts become sloppier and uneven. “Cum for me.”

With a few more thrusts, the knot in your lower stomach bursts and you come around his length. Soon afterwards, Ten shoots his seeds into the condom. You are both a panting mess trying to come down from your orgasms. You are both covered in sweat, there were scratch marks all over Ten’s back, and the room smells like must and sex.

After a minute, Ten pulls out from your pussy, removes the condom from his cock, and tosses it into your trash bin.

You and Ten have officially crossed the line from best friend territory.

“Hey,” Ten speaks, catching your attention. “Do you regret what we just did?” Ten asks, concern laced in his voice.

You stared at your best friend, his eyes filled with fear at the possibility that you might have regretted what just happened. But you don’t regret it at all, so you shake your head.

“No,” you reply.

“Good, because me neither,” he happily smiles and brings you into his embrace.

“I-uh...overheard your conversation with Donghyuck and Mark during the party. Is it true that you and Taeyong broke up because of me?” he meekly informs you.

You groan, “Ten, I’m so sorry. I meant to tell you eventually but-”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad. The truth is I never wanted to say anything in case you didn’t feel the same way and ruin our friendship. At first, I was so mad at myself when you started going on with Taeyong because I felt like I just lost my chance. But after what we just did, I need to tell you how I feel so I don’t lose you again,” Ten confesses. “I really like you, y/n.”

You feel your heart swell with joy and a blush creeps up your face. “I really like you too, Ten.”

Now it’s his turn to feel his heart swell with joy because the person he likes reciprocates his feelings.

He lays down beside you in your bed and stares lovingly into your eyes as he uses one arm to support his head while the other strokes a strand of hair away from your face.

“Ten...what’s going to happen to us now?” you ask.

Ten softens. “Nothing has to change. I will always be your best friend, but I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing where this goes.”

A smile slowly spreads on your face at Ten’s words. “Me neither.”

---

Tonight, you wanted to showcase your new performance at the club. You asked the DJ to shoutout Ten during your introduction for helping you with the moves, and to add “my boyfriend” after saying his name which made said boyfriend sitting in the front seat glee with joy.

Loud R&B music began to play and the crowd started cheering when your figure emerged from behind the curtains in an oversized black, thin knit sweater that was long enough to cover part of your thighs and black high heels.

You walk to the center and put your hands on the pole that was securely placed in the middle of the stage. You grind against the pole before lifting yourself off from the floor to do some impressive spins.

Once the music is reaching the chorus, you carefully get on your knees before getting into a fetal position. Then, you lift your ass up in the air, giving it a wiggle and allowing your top to slowly fall. Next, you quickly sit on your knees and your arms wrap around the opposite ends with your fingers grasp the ends of your top and slowly begin to lift it up, revealing something interesting underneath. The shirt began to expose your skin-tight, long sleeve, red bodysuit that you were wearing underneath this whole time.

You’ve never worn it before, so today is your first day wearing it because you recently bought it and wanted to show off in front of the crowd.

The crowd goes wild and Ten’s bites his thumbs trying to hide his wide grin.

You toss the black oversized shirt to the side of the stage and get back up off our knees to strut over to the stage pole again, swaying your hips side to side. The dance continues again and you hope Ten was impressed by your strip tease.

Oh, he definitely liked it because as soon as Ten found you after your performance ended, he pinned you against the wall and attacked your lips into a passionate kiss.

“You were so hot up there. Watching my girlfriend strut like that turned me on so much,” Ten confesses as his dark eyes raked your entire figure while his hands roam your body.

“Turned on enough to fuck me here in the waiting room?” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Fuck yeah.”

Before anything could progress, you both stopped because there was a banging noise coming from the door that startled you both.

“You two better not be fucking in there!” a voice screams from the other side of the door.

You and Ten looked at each other before bursting out into a fit of laughter at your coworker’s words.

“Sorry, Jongin!”

#nct fanfic #ten fanfic #ten smut #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct ten fic #nct ten #nct smut

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rivalmelty · 2 years

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for the character ask (attempt 2): tell us abt ur boy hop

i am so heartbroken i had it all written out but i will gladly do it again because i love himb

do you like them?

what an interesting question uhhhhh i have a love/hate relationship with hop for the sole reason of him being far too similar to me HOWEVER bc of how many hop haters there are i gotta be his number 1 😤

5 good qualities

1. he’s an incredibly passionate kid i gotta give him major kudos even tho he did have his bouts of insecurity he continued to reach for his goals and post game he continues to be passionate about his new ones

2. he knows his type matchups !!!! which is more than i can say for myself :’) (you’d think being a fan for so long i would know what the fuck is happening but alas)

3. he’s a good trainer fuck y’all he is one of two trainers i had difficulty with in all of swsh (fuck you opal let me be emo and have my dark type team) his last battle when he has the legendary in the weald was a challenge

4. he’s such a loyal kid even if sometimes it’s to his detriment he just loves his family and friends so much he would do anything for them :’)

5. he knows how to navigate himself around galar 😌

3 bad qualities

1. like i mentioned earlier he is. insecure and it causes him to make some bad decisions and second guess things

2. because of his insecurity he is also quite impulsive he is quick to switch up his team when he loses one (1) battle because of the implications that he lost because they were weak

3. this prolly goes hand in hand with insecurity but hems constantly comparing himself to leon which like i 100% understand i do the same fucking thing but that doesn’t mean it’s good :’)

favorite episode

when he gets the legendary !! it makes me so giddy every time !!!! close second is seeing him in the dlc i don’t think i’ve ever been more excited in a game than seeing hoppykins in the fucking dojo ahaksjsk

otp

trainshipping bby !!!

brotp

leon and hop being best bros !!!! they deserve to be besties also tho hop and marnie they are best friends they told me themselves

notp

postwickshipping :( only bc someone ruined gloria for me :(

ot3

idk their ship name but hop, victor, and bede my boys !!! i have the card sleeves with them and i think they deserve to be happy teenagers together :’)

best quote

it’s the title of my kin playlist for him but it’s “if i’m weak then people’ll think lee’s weak too” and i just think it perfectly encapsulates his character and subsequent arc

headcanon

AAAAA YES okie okie so he has a ton of tiny lil mundane bad habits like biting the skin around his nails until they bleed (he sometimes wears charizard bandaids around his fingers to get himself to stop but they never work) or like he has the absolute worst sleep schedule so much so that victor has to drag him out of the lab because he’s been awake for 2.5 days on solely caffeine and spite or like he is constantly tapping his feet and it annoys sonia to death but it helps him focus so she keeps her mouth shut and turns up the volume on her headphones

also he curses like a sailor BUT never around leon or his mom and grandparents #lethopsayfuck2022

#orionsaysthings #tarteggs #THANK YOU TART FOR LETTING ME GUSH ABOUT MY BOY #I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS !!!!#pokemon #rival hop #pokemon hop #pokemon swsh

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omegalomania · 3 years

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I think tumblr ate my ask or it just didn't sent but what are your favorite Bastille songs / what are some songs you recommend?

i did NOT get this ask im very sorry anon.

it's genuinely hard for me to narrow down cause bastille is pretty up there in terms of favorite artists. i love all their shit, but a special mention goes out to their second studio album wild world since it's the one that made me a Fan

uh so here's a primer i guess i spent too much time on this lmao.

if you wanna listen to their big hits:

flaws - their first single in the uk. if you ever listened to ship playlists on 8tracks in like 2013-2015 then you've probably heard this song or a variant on it at some point.

pompeii - this is the song that really put them on the map and you definitely know it. it dominated the charts all over the place.

happier - the marshmello song that you've definitely heard before too. i think bastille wrote this for justin bieber or some shit but then decided they liked it too much to give it to him? lmao. anyway if you're not digging the version you hear on the radio all the time i recommend trying the stripped down version

good grief - their big hit off their second album. big in the uk, didn't really make as many waves elsewhere, but it's a really solid song anyway. one of those "upbeat tunes that's actually really fucking sad" ones

things we lost in the fire - another one off their first album. if you live in a wildfire area this might not be one to turn to. or maybe you'll find it cathartic idk i certainly do!!

quarter past midnight - a song about escapism, as was fitting when it was released in 2018 and equally fitting now. running away for a night of fucking around with friends, craving any kind of brief departure from the chaos of the modern world

skulls - this one was not a hit or a single and is technically a bonus track but i'm including it because once again if you ever clicked on a ship playlist on 8tracks in like 2013-2015 you've heard this one. and you know what that was justified this one is also good

if you wanna feel existentially depressed:

their whole discography. i mean i kid but i also don't. that's just kind of how bastille does it. BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS ones that hit me in particular would beeee

two evils - kind of a grim, haunting one introspecting about morality of the self.

oblivion - musing about the afterlife, love, and how time changes all of us.

those nights - contemplating what it is we seek when we plunge into reckless escapism, and the inherent loneliness of it; how even when surrounded by people there's still the pressure of the world outside, continuously coming to pieces

the draw - this one was written about the pull of pursuing a career in music vs. staying home with family and friends. in a broader sense, it can apply to a lot of things. i always felt it resonated with feelings of paranoia and displacement

winter of our youth - discusses childhood, nostalgia, and regret. if it feels like everything's slipping away, is it easier to relive the past, especially if the past is tinted rose?

sleepsong - loneliness, desperation, and the cyclical, abyss-like nature of all it encapsulates

if you want discussion of serious topics:

final hour - a bonus track off their second album that also became a bonus track off their third album? anyway this song talks about climate change and gun control. happy stuff

doom days - this one talks about, uh, everything! doomscrolling, political divides, escalating national tensions, climate change again, etc.

the currents - a song centered on political rhetoric and the power that figureheads have over the masses, the way they can orchestrate hate. basically it's not so subtly aimed at donald trump lmao, dan's literally sung it as much in a few live settings

WHAT YOU GONNA DO??? - social media addiction and the way capitalism and corporate interests have annexed our online experiences, fighting desperately for our attention as they seek to monetize every available aspect of our lives

four walls (the ballad of perry smith) - well this one is about uh. perry smith. who was charged with the death penalty for killing 4 people in the late 50's. but it's less directly about him and more a discussion of the morality of the death penalty and capital punishment

snakes - burgeoning anxieties and the impulse to turn to easy outs, like ignorance or alcoholism, to escape the world's global problems

if you want some pop culture sprinkled on top:

icarus - greek mythology. i like this one because it addresses something that i feel isn't addressed enough in discussions of this myth, which is that icarus is a very young lad. less about the pride of the fall, and more about the inherent tragedy of that.

laura palmer - the whole song is a david lynch shoutout. i've never seen twin peaks myself but the song still slaps.

daniel in the den - christian mythology. discusses the biblical tale of daniel in the lion's den and links that up to themes of betrayal and family.

poet - this one's a double feature, referencing both william shakespeare's sonnet 18 and edmund spencer's sonnet 75. also one of my favorites.

send them off! - this is another one of my favorites of theirs. it's also been described by dan as "othello meets the exorcist" and it very much delivers there

if you want something uplifting:

joy - while bastille (understandably) has a bit of reputation as a band that makes sad music about sad things, they've definitely got some happier songs in their catalogue. pun intended cha ching. this one's one of their more straightforwardly happy tunes

survivin' - this was a song they wrote while they were touring and then felt weird about releasing once the panini hit because it felt a bit on the nose. they ended up releasing it anyway and i am so glad they did cause it's a mood

act of kindness - the "happy" part here is debatable but i'm gonna include it anyway. it’s when someone does something nice for you and that impulse Changes you way down deep you know???

warmth - one of those "the world's going to shit but at least we have each other" kinds of tunes

the anchor - one of those "the world's going to shit but you're the one fucking thing that's still keeping me here" kinds of tunes

give me the future - their latest single as of this writing and one of the more optimistic tracks in their catalogue imo! it's yearning, but it's also with a genuine hope for the future.

and LASTLY. because im going to take every chance i can to plug this band. im going to throw some collabs and covers at you because there's one thing this band does SUPER well and it's collabs and covers.

of the night - this is the big one. it mashes up rhythm of the night by corona and rhythm is a dancer by SNAP! and it's so good they still do this one live and it goes off every time.

no angels - a mashup of "no scrubs" by TLC and "angels" by the xx, poured into a strangely mournful tune with clips from the hitchcock movie psycho. doesn't sound like it should work but it does. kinda really does.

torn apart - with GRADES and lizzo no less!!! it's got two parts but they're both excellent listen to them both

weapon - collab with angel haze, dan priddy, and F*U*G*Z and one of my absolute favorites

remains - remix of their song "skulls" but featuring rag'n'bone man and skunk anansie that adds an entire new dimension to the song, really fucking excellent

old town road mashup - lil nas x's old town road meets lizzo's good as hell meets radiohead's talk show host meets talking heads' road to nowhere meets the osmond's crazy horse. "what the fuck that shouldn't work" i KNOW and yet here it is!! BLATANTLY BANGING!!!

we can't stop - one of the few times dan smith subtly changes the lyrics of the song he's covering (most of the time he opts to keep the original pronouns and the like, which is very nice to see). anyway this one mixes miley cyrus's we can't stop with eminem's lose yourself and billy ray cyrus's achy breaky heart. and also the lion king's i just can't wait to be king is there. yes i know it sounds batshit especially because the whole thing is surprisingly melodic and heartfelt and you know what it works.

anyone but me x nightmares - mashing up joy crookes' anyone but me with easy life's nightmares and absolutely one of my favorites.

bad guy mashup - how many songs can they include with the word "bad" in the title? we've got bad guy (billie eilish), bad decisions (bastille), bad romance (lady gaga), and bad blood (taylor swift). bastille even has a song called bad blood and they didnt use it. they used taylor swift's version. also the distinctive guitar riff from dick dale's misirlou is there.

somebody mashup - how many songs can they include with the word "some" in the title? someone like you (adele), somebody told me (the killers), somebody to love (queen), use somebody (kings of leon), and someone you loved (lewis capaldi). seriously these guys take mashups to a new level.

final song - this is a cover of MØ's final song. it also adds in craig david's 7 days and, impossibly enough, europe's final countdown. how does it work. how.

ALL RIGHT. THATS ALL IVE GOT IN ME. HOPE THIS HELPED ANON AND IM SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH

#askin hours #anon #bastille #ill put this in the bastille tag why not #this is predominantly a fall out boy blog but if any bastille bloggers are out there....all like 20 of you....#i see the work u do in this fandom and i love u for it

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