#valentine's day playlist

[daughters-of-liberty]

Completely forgot to post a song for Valentine's Day! Yes, it is T Swizzle, but this is one that makes me feel happy.

Some other great Valentine's Day songs I like to listen to are:

The Only Exception, by Paramore

Ready to Run, by One Direction (don't judge me, it's a good song)

Cosmic Love, by Florence + the Machine

Like Real People Do, by Hozier

You and I, by Barns Courtney

Bliss, by Alice Peacock

Smile, by Uncle Kracker

Honeybee, by the Head and the Heart

Bloom, by the Paper Kites

The Bones (with Hozier), by Maren Morris

Stand by Me, I prefer F+tM's version, but the Ben E. King version is a classic for a reason (this is also a great platonic and family love song)

I Can't Help Falling in Love, by Elvis (though the Hailey Reinhart cover is beautiful, too!)

At Last, by Etta James

La Vie En Rose, by Louis Armstrong (or if you want a uniquely French flair, the Edith Piaf version)

Crazy He Calls Me, by Billie Holiday

I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire, by the Inkspots

Chances Are (feat. Martina McBride), by Bob Seger

(Everything I Do) I Do it For You, by Bryan Adams

Where Your Road Leads, by Trisha Yearwood

[ghostsberry]

somethin' stupid

[lnfours]

* ✰. — a million times yes | l.n

summary: maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two. hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you ; or the final part to the mini valentine’s day playlist

warnings: language, fluff, fluff and more fluff. it’s finally here!!!

masterlist | back to the playlist | listen to the soundtrack

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the sun shining through the sheer curtains in your bedroom wasn’t what woke you up, but instead it was the smell of maple and coffee. you stretched your limbs out, various joints cracking and popping as you reached your arm out to the other side of the bed to be met with emptiness. you furrowed an eyebrow and squinted one eye open to lando’s side of the bed, the side that was lacking his warm body that you were planning on cuddling back into.

instead, you were met with the covers being pushed more over to your side to make sure you weren’t going to freeze without him, something he did every morning when you didn’t feel like getting out of bed just yet. a little sign of his love he left with you every morning without your knowledge.

you managed to pull yourself from the warmth and grabbed the hoodie that laid on the floor by the foot of the bed. you tugged it over your head, letting it bask you in warmth and his scent as you looked around at the scattered clothes on his bedroom floor. you smiled softly to yourself, thinking about the previous night before you let your feet carry you into the hallway.

“lan?” you called out to him, following the sound of the soft music coming from the kitchen.

“in here, baby,” he called back to you as you entered the room. you smiled at the sight of him, bare chested and in a pair of sweatpants. hair still damp, a signal that he had showered not too long ago. he was standing at the stove, checking the edges of the pancake he had just poured into the pan.

you hummed, wrapping your arms around his waist. your hands touched his abdomen and it constricted upon your touch and he yelped, “christ, you’re freezing,”

you pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder, right next to one of the moles that freckled his soft, tan skin. you'd be lying if you said you hadn't spent the past two years memorizing the patterns of them, “and you’re warm.”

he smiled bringing one of your hands to his chest as he held it there, flipping the pancake with the spatula that sat in his other hand, “made you some coffee.”

“you’re quite literally my favorite human ever.”

he snickered, “it’s an honor to be loved by you.”

you smirked back, standing on your tip toes and planting a kiss to the corner of his jaw before walking towards the coffee pot, “what made you want to make breakfast this morning?”

“what makes you think i want anything?” he asked, raising a hand to his chest in fake hurt as the other turned off the stove in front of him, “a man can’t do something nice for his girl?”

you narrowed your eyes at him over the edge of your coffee mug, “i love you, but you’re a very bad liar.”

he turned the stove off, laughing softly, “you’ve told me before.”

“so, what’s up?” you asked, eyes searching his now as he met your eyes. truth be told, lando wasn’t necessarily good with his words. he was normally a man of few, but kind, loving or supportive, words, so communicating how he was feeling without rambling at this given second was a challenge.

he swallowed and you looked at him concerned now, putting your mug on the counter and grabbing his hand, “lando, baby, what’s wrong? you okay?”

he nodded, smiling quickly, “yeah no, i’m okay,” he smiled and you let out a soft sigh of relief before he spoke again, “i just…”

“it’s okay, take your time,” your eyes were soft and he felt himself melting all over again. just like he had at that stupid wedding. you smiled back at him and kissed his palm before placing it on your cheek, your gentle reminder to him that you were here and not going anywhere, “no rush.”

“let’s get married.” he blurted.

you looked at the boy in front of you, his pupils swallowing the gorgeous blue-ish green of his eyes, his throat bobbing as he swallowed down the fear of you shooting him down right away. you were frozen, however. blinking at the man you loved as you tried to make sure you heard him right.

he hadn't meant for it to come out this way and now he felt himself backpedaling at the sight of your wide eyes, “'m sorry, i’m-“

“no,” you said and he raised an eyebrow before you quickly shook your head, “no. not no, no, i mean no as in… don’t apologize.”

he licked his lips before continuing, “i mean it’s always been you, but i guess last night when we saw that couple get engaged at the park, and how i was wishing we were them, i guess that’s when it all finally clicked.”

you smiled softly, completely understanding what he was feeling because you were feeling it too. the talks about weddings and marriage that had been infiltrating your conversations with pietra, had got you thinking. and truth be told, nothing excited you more. nothing made you feel giddy and happy like the thought of meeting him at the end of the isle in a pretty white dress and celebrating your love with the people you loved most.

"let me redo this," you chuckled and he laughed softly with you, "ask me again,”

he smiled, “do you wanna get married?”

“a million times yes.” you breathed out, a smile on your face.

the both of you laughed softly as he pulled you closer to him. he pressed a sweet, loving kiss to your lips before he picked you up off your feet. you squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck before giggling as he walked you towards the living room, “what about breakfast?”

he leaned in for another kiss, sitting down on the couch with you in his lap, “we have a microwave.”

[wheels-of-despair]

A Hot, Cheesy Pizza Guy Pairing: Argyle x You Event: A Very @corroded-hellfire Valentine's Day Summary: You're home alone, wallowing in a pit of unspecified grief… when your favorite pizza guy comes a-knockin'. Song: I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick Words: 1k

Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I See you cryin' (cryin, cryin') Feelin' all alone without a friend

"Helloooo?"

A knock on your door brings you out of your haze.

"Go away," you whisper, knowing they can't hear you. Your back rests against a kitchen cabinet, your legs splayed out in front of you on the cool tile you'd slumped to when the grief became too much to bear.

"Helloooo? Pineapple Girl? It's meeee. Argyle. Your favorite pizza guuuuy."

Your bleary eyes look toward the door, where the knocking continues. You hadn't called and ordered a pizza. You hadn't called anyone. You're pretty sure that "go away" was the first thing you'd said out loud in days.

"I know you didn't call."

Can he read your mind? If so… sorry, Argyle the Pizza Guy.

"But you're the only person who always takes my bodacious recommendations, and you haven't called for two weeks, and I wondered if you were okay."

A fresh wave of tears appears and begins pouring down your face. The only person who cares about you is the pizza guy.

"Like… I'll leave it out here and go if you want. No charge. But it'd be real cool if you could prove that you're alive? Are you sick? Was the last pizza not good? I knew it was too early to introduce anchovies to our relationship. My bad. Oh, man." He heaves a sigh that you can hear through the door, and you wonder if he's given up on you. "Oh, man. You're not cheating on me with the Pizza Hut guy, are you?"

You laugh.

Heart broken, tears streaming down your face, and you just laughed at the pizza guy.

"Was that a laugh? Did you just laugh? You're totally busted now, you gotta open the door."

You hesitate.

"C'mon, there's nothing a hot, cheesy pizza can't fix. Wait'll you see what I came up with this time. It's a good one."

Your stomach growls, siding with Argyle.

You take a deep breath, wipe your eyes on your shirt, and stand. You hastily straighten your clothes and try to fix your hair. You're glad there's no mirror in here; you're sure you look like hell. Hopefully it's not bad enough to scare him off.

You creep to the door, unlock it, and crack it open.

"Pineapple Girl! Hey! Oh dude, are you okay?"

"Rough week," you croak, attempting a smile. His eyes fill with pity. You must look as bad as you feel.

"You know," he says, his dark eyes sparkling and his mouth twisting into a mischievous smile. "I've got something that'll make all your troubles just floooat away." He holds up his free hand and rolls it in a way that reminds you of ocean waves.

"How much?" you ask the stoner with the excellent salesmanship.

"Uh, hang on…" Argyle squints and uses his finger to perform some quick calculations in the air. "Zero dollars."

You chuckle.

"Would you like to come in?" you ask, much to your own surprise. Argyle nods, and you open the door all the way and stand aside. "Uh, sorry about the mess."

"Chica, you should see my place."

Argyle walks inside, pizza box in hand, and heads for the couch. You close the door and follow, wishing everything were cleaner. But he doesn't seem to mind.

"You want something to drink?" You're on hostess auto-pilot, and you're grateful to the manners that had been instilled in your sub-conscious.

"Right on!"

You dig in the fridge, find two cans of soda, and bring them to the living room. Argyle is carefully packing a bowl on your coffee table. You sit on the arm of the sofa, as far away from him as you can get. When's the last time you showered?

"Sit down, Pineapple Girl, this stuff's gonna knock you on your ass."

You chuckle and move your ass from the armrest to the cushion, and he hands you the bowl. The sweet smell of the weed that soon fills the room makes you forget all about your showering concerns... and the rest of your woes, too.

He was right. This shit knocked you on your ass. You and Argyle the Pizza Guy lay back against your couch, feet on the coffee table and eyes to the ceiling.

"Why'd you really come here?" you mumble.

"You're the only person who likes my creative combos," he says.

You start giggling.

"What?"

You giggle harder.

"Whaaaaat?" he moans.

Your body is shaking uncontrollably now.

"Tell meeeeee," he whines.

"You know I pick half that stuff off when you leave?" you wheeze.

"What? Nooooo," he mourns. "Why?"

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings." Your giggling has turned to a light chuckle now.

"You're worried about my feelings?"

"Yeah," you admit to the crack in the ceiling.

"How come?"

"'Cause you're a really cool guy."

You smile sleepily, completely content to just sit here quietly with the pizza guy you see once a week for about sixty seconds.

"That's… not the only reason I came here," he says quietly.

"Hm?" you hum, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"You're kinda the highlight of my week."

You turn your head to look at him. He turns his to look at you.

"I have the hugest frickin' crush on you," he confesses.

Your jaw drops.

"Oh shit, I made it weird. Did I make it weird? I made it weird. Why do I always make it weird?!" He leans forward and puts his head in his hands. You reach out to touch his arm, thankful you can reach him without getting up. You couldn't have chased after him if you wanted to, thanks to that killer weed. His eyes land on your hand, then travel up your arm, and finally to your hopefully-not-still-tear-streaked face.

"What if I have a huge frickin' crush on you too?" you ask softly.

"Me?" he asks, his dark eyes sparkling.

"You think I'd let just any pizza guy pick my toppings for me?"

Argyle lets out the goofiest laugh you've ever heard, and you collapse into a fit of giggles again. He leans back on the couch, and you just watch each other and laugh for a bit. Soon, you start to wonder if you've accidentally started a staring contest.

"Thank you for showing up today. I really needed this."

Argyle smiles, and then his face falls.

"Oh, shit!"

"What?" you ask, sharing his panic but not knowing why.

"We totally forgot about the pizza!"

You laugh again, and he leans forward and lifts the lid to check on the cold pizza you've both forgotten about.

"Alright, you stay here, I'm gonna heat this up, and when I get back with a hot, gooey, delicious pizza… you're gonna tell me which toppings you actually like."

"Alright," you laugh. He smiles and picks up the pizza box, heading to the kitchen you'd been crying your eyes out in just a little while ago.

Argyle was right… mostly.

There's nothing a hot, cheesy pizza guy can't fix.

[beatrice1979a]

Endlessly - Reverse Adrien

An unrequited love song for Adrien's lonely heart in Valentine's Day

After a long day of unsuccessfully planned attempts to make Valentine's day memorable, Reverse Adrien ended up quite moody and alone in his room. He's such a Marinette.

More on Adrien's struggles with shyness here

Original Sketch:

But of course this is inspired by Muse.

There's a part of me you'll never know The only thing I'll never show

Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly I'll give you everything But I won't give you up I won't let you down And I won't leave you falling … but the moment never comes

[chorastar]

they have taken over my brain

[jesterjunkie]

Hearts, love letters, kisses, bouquets, cherubsཆི❤︎ཆྀ˚₊੭

[herebecritters]

Just two good mates goin out on dates

Hopps belongs to @ickyguts

[blacclotusss]

Louis' R&B Playlist

A compilation of love songs I think Louis would have listened to from the 70s to the 90s (though I believe the 70s are his personal favorite.)

Happy Valentine's Day 🌹

[squishlamb]

i want you with me on this road to the sky we’ll be shining every night i promise you just me and you 💫🌌

[ap-kinda-lit]

GoChi Mixtape 🥕❤️🥛

Still Into You — Paramore

I should be over all the butterflies / But I'm into you / And baby even on our worst nights / I'm into you / Let 'em wonder how we got this far / 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all / Yeah, after all this time I'm still into you

The Way I Am — Ingrid Michaelson

If you were falling, then I would catch you / If you need a light, I'd find a match / 'Cause I love the way you say "good morning" / And you take me the way I am

Every Heartbeat — Amy Grant

Every heartbeat bears your name / Loud and clear, they stake my claim / Ask anyone and they'll tell you, it's true / That every heartbeat belongs to you

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart — Elton John & Kiki Dee

Right from the start / I gave you my heart / Oh-oh I give you my heart / So don't go breaking my heart / I won't go breaking your heart / Don't go breaking my heart

The Like in I Love You — Brian Wilson

I've never danced before / Until you asked me / Then magic lights lit up the floor / Gliding in a starless sky / Until we found the inner light / Now we can duplicate the universe

Burning Love — Elvis Presley

Your kisses lift me higher / Like the sweet song of a choir / You light my morning sky / With burning love / With burning love

[cbbyzac]

[softboynick]

firstprince | They are practically polar opposites. Henry is quiet and introverted where Alex is definitely not, but it works for them just fine. It’s just like what Ms. Benson taught them about magnets. Opposites attract, and Henry wouldn’t have it any other way.

6.8k words, childhood best friends to lovers

Slow down Don’t think too much Back up, you’ve been here for months Oh, shit, are we in love? Slow down, no need to rush Back up, you’ve been here for months Oh shit, are we in love? I only fell when I gave up Summer nights spent layin’ on pavement You’re my favorite, I only fell when I gave up Summer nights spent misbehaving You’re my favorite, I only fell when I gave up - "Oh shit...are we in love?" by Valley

✨Read on AO3✨

[maya-yaya]

💘

[wheels-of-despair]

Can You Feel It? Pairing: Ex!Billy Hargrove x You x Unimportant Jock Event: A Very @corroded-hellfire Valentine's Day Summary: Billy fucked around. Now he's gonna find out. Contains: Heartbreak, spite, sex, Billy Hargrove Is His Own Warning. Song: You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette Words: 1.4k

Minors and ageless blogs who interact with this fic will be blocked.

And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it Well, can you feel it?

You hate Billy Fucking Hargrove.

You hate his stupid hair and his dumb earring and his loud-ass car and you especially hate the fact that you found him with some skank's tongue down his throat at Tommy Hagan's party last weekend, just hours after he told you that he loved you.

You didn't make a scene. You didn't key his car or slash his tires or even let him know you'd decided to come after all.

You just went home and cried.

You cried until you got angry.

It boiled over Monday morning in the Hawkins High parking lot. You were separated by staff who threatened to call your parents and told you both to stay far away from each other. You were happy to comply. He was as good as dead to you.

For a few days.

The following Thursday in the cafeteria, when he winked at you while that slut sat in his lap, you rose up out of your chair to go murder them both... when Ashley M. stepped into your path and caught you off-guard by shoving a flyer in your hand.

You read it - keg party, this weekend, no parents - and a new plan began to form in your jilted brain.

You went all out. Teased your hair. Applied make-up that would make Cyndi Lauper proud. Wore that top that makes your tits look phenomenal and a tiny skirt that your parents didn't know you owned and the painful shoes that Billy called "Fuck-Me Heels."

Boys were drooling the minute you casually strolled into Ashley M's front door half an hour late.

You located him in seconds. He sat on the kitchen counter, staring. You'll give him something to fucking stare at.

You looked to the right and made eye contact with the first idiot who'd crowded around you, vying for your attention. According to his letterman jacket, his name was Spencer. He'd do.

It was almost too easy. One dazzling smile and a dance with a little too much touching, and he was practically dragging you down the hallway. Easy, Sparky, don't forget who's running this show.

He tries two doors before finding an empty room. A bathroom. Good enough.

He closes the door and locks it and shoves you against the back of it and tries to worm his tongue down your throat. No technique. Not at all like Billy.

Right. Billy. That's why you're here. You palm Sparky's comically small package with one hand and subtly reach behind you to unlock the door with the other. You push the meathead away, approach the sink on the opposite side of the room, and hop on. It faces the door. Perfect. You want to see the look on his face when he inevitably storms in and throws a fit.

Sparky sheds his jacket - stopping to hang it carefully on a towel hook, lest his precious jock gear get a wrinkle in it - and stands between your knees. He leans forward and begins to maul your neck. His hands find your tits and grab at them like it's his very first time. You distract him by peeling his shirt off, "accidentally" tangling it around his head to stall him. When he gets free and tries to resume his frantic fondling, you move his hands to your ass and watch the door boredly.

"You're so hot," Sparky moans, squeezing your ass with both hands. You roll your eyes. Hurry up, Hargrove.

You wait patiently until the bathroom door crashes open. It sends a jolt through your entire body, like you've been struck by lightning. Billy Hargrove stands in the doorway, eyes blazing and shoulders squared. The doorknob left a dent in the wall behind it. What did he do, kick it open? It wasn't locked, you fucking moron.

Sparky turns around at the sound. "Hey man, you mind? We're kinda busy here."

You grab Sparky by his bare shoulders and jerk him back to you. His face collides with the side of your neck, and he resumes his disgusting slurping like Billy isn't standing just a few feet away, ready to kill him. You stare coldly at the asshole in the doorway while you scratch your nails down Sparky's back. A move that was guaranteed to make Billy go feral, every fucking time.

Can you feel that, Hargrove?

"Ow! Shit!"

Sparky backs away from you and your claws, and Billy steps forward to catch him. Billy grabs him by the scruff of the neck and hauls him into the hallway, bouncing his face off the wall a few times before shoving him to the floor.

Now it's your turn.

Billy steps over Sparky's body and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He locks it, and before you can marvel at the fact that the lock mechanism still works, he's on you. Hand on your throat. Your head smacks against with the mirror behind you.

"What the fuck was that?"

"What's it to you? You don't want me anymore, remember?"

Fire blazes in his eyes, and his grip tightens.

You stare calmly into his furious face.

Why the fuck did you miss him? He made you mad almost every day. You fought all the time. He was moody, and difficult, and snarky, and let's not forget the fact that he's a liar and a cheater and an all-around dickhead who broke your fucking heart.

You'd give anything for him to love you the way you love him.

In the blink of an eye, Billy's hand moves from your throat to the back of your neck, and his mouth is on yours. Your brain quiets, and your body buzzes, and being close to him is the only thing that matters.

His massive hands drift down to your breasts, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. You moan into his mouth, and his hands keep traveling south. You open your legs for him, and he doesn't waste any time slipping under your skirt and past your barely-there panties and dipping a finger into your center.

Feeling how wet you are brings him back to the reality of the situation. He extracts his hand, wipes it on your thigh, and glares.

"That douchebag get you this worked up?"

"That limp-dicked dumbass couldn't work a calculator."

Billy snorts, and you smile. God, you missed this.

"Who'd you wear those Fuck Me Heels for, then?"

"Who do you think, asshole?"

He smirks in a way that makes you want to smack it off his face. Instead, you hook your leg around him and pull him closer. Billy grabs your ass and jerks you to the edge of the counter, so you can feel his stiff member pressing into your heat. You need him so fucking bad.

His assault on your mouth begins again, and you wrap your arms around him and cling to his back. He rocks into you, and the friction from his jeans is almost enough to finish you off.

"Billy," you breathe. "Need you."

"I should make you beg," he taunts, slowly dragging the double-stitched denim of his fly upward and surprising you with a sudden jerk of his hips. You claw at his jacket and puff out a breath of air. You're not fucking begging. You try to grind your hips against him, but he reaches down to hold them still. You respond by lurching forward and biting his neck.

Billy responds with a slap to your ass. He pulls back, and you glare up at him, chest heaving. You're not fucking begging.

"Fuck it," he grumbles, reaching for his belt buckle. He unbuckles unzips, and slams into you in seconds.

Fuck, you missed this.

Billy begins to thrust hard and fast, eyes on yours. When you begin to approach your peak, you close your eyes and lean your head back. He grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. He wants to watch it happen. He needs to see what he does to you.

You come together, with grunts and moans, collapsing against each other in a panting heap. You fall back against the mirror, and he leans with you. His head rests on your shoulder. Breathing ragged. Bones weak. Brains foggy. Nobody makes you fall apart like he does.

"I love you," is what you want to tell him.

"I know," is probably what he would say before he smirked his dumb little smirk and zipped up those tight jeans that fit him just right and left your stupid ass in a puddle of your own tears again.

You wish you could hate Billy Fucking Hargrove.

[shirogane-oushirou]

* .✧ I only shoot up ⸻ ⸻ with your perfume ✧ .*

[ ❤️‍🩹 ]⸻ a ren/ro playlist ⸻[ ❤️‍🩹 ]

* . ⊹ TRACKS * . ⊹

[ 01. ] ── stunned ✧ i blame coco

[ 02. ] ── chasing clouds ✧ bad computer & dankya nadeau

[ 03. ] ── can't help falling in love ✧ ice nine kills

[ 04. ] ── unintended ✧ muse

[ 05. ] ── after dark ✧ eliot sumner

[ 06. ] ── you spent all your love (anniv. ver) ✧ mega mango

[ 07. ] ── sweater weather ✧ the neighbourhood

[ 08. ] ── goodbye ✧ fm-84 feat. clive farrington

[ 09. ] ── endlessly ✧ muse

[ 10. ] ── temptation waits ✧ garbage

[ 11. ] ── nearly witches (ever since we met) ✧ p!atd

[ 12. ] ── atlantic ✧ keane

[ 13. ] ── drive you home ✧ garbage

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↓↓ thoughts and feelings below ↓↓

renro music vibes are so all over the place...;; simultaneously gentle and deeply obsessive, fearful of ruining something good while knowing you're already in too deep. in all verses, we both have reasons to think of the other as the most precious person in our lives, to want to spoil and pamper them and treat them so gently, but we have insecurities that make us want to never let go because nobody's made us feel so "seen".

and then you have something like "nearly witches"... that's been the renro anthem since like. a month after i made him LMAO ;;; i had JUST figured the plot points for doc! and v!, the long period of time we're apart, the way he fixates on spraying my perfume on the pillows when he feels lonely... and then while listening to my be.ato umi.neko playlist, i was reminded of this song and went ".....A!!!!!"

also anyone who's been following for a while knows i've wanted to avoid spotify and YT for playlists... but i realized many mobile devices straight up won't let you see tumblr custom themes anymore, so it isn't totally accessible. for my alt link, i went with YT -- partly bc spotify is constantly removing songs LMAO, and partly bc YT isn't losing much if i go elsewhere bc they're mainly video-focused. choosing not to use spotify feels like it might have SOME miniscule impact.

(this isn't to poo-poo anyone for using spotify btw -- there's a monopoly, and it isn't fair that we basically have two awful playlist-sharing choices!! this is just the logic for my personal purposes.)