#you listened to the playlists too? 🥰 be still my beating heart

[pokimoko]

hello! i just want to say i absolutely adore the titles of your fanfic series "eternal sunshine of the absent mind" (and the fics themselves of course!) - the way you redacted marc's name and the way steven explained away what happened whilst marc fronts was so clever. both of the radio scenes are easily the coolest thing ive ever read in a moonknight fanfic! also, i really loved the last section of the first chapter and the way you write layla and jake. (the spotify playlists are so good too). have a good day!

Awww, this genuinely brightened my day, thank you so much for your kind words. 💜💜💜

[bbyobbyo]

You don’t usually wake up at the same time as Jihoon, but he definitely makes sure that you wake up with him everyday.

content: fluff, established relationship, idol!Jihoon x non-idol!reader, domesticity, spotify as a plot point lol

wc: 1.6k

note: inspired by this reddit post which i thought was 100% something jihoon would do especially now that i know he uses spotify lol. i feel like im the only one who finds it hardest to write for their bias, i get really in my head about whether or not im portraying him in the way I want to. i’ve never written idol!au either (bc i think it’s easy to overdo) which only adds to me overthinking ahhhh but hope that you guys enjoy this one !! as always feedback or comments are appreciated 🥰 I read all of them and they make me so happy hehe

[read pt.2 here!]

Jihoon swears there's something magical about waking up to a calm and quiet morning. The sun is barely just rising, blanketing the world in a soft twilight that cuts the dark blues of the waning night. And in his bed, he finds something equally as magical: your soundly sleeping figure next to him. The world is silent except for your steady breaths, and he has to take extra caution to not fall asleep again if just to enjoy the brief moments of tranquility like this during his otherwise busy life. Eventually he gets up to start his schedule for the day, taking one last look at your peaceful slumber in fondness before he closes the door behind him.

Make no mistake, Jihoon loves his job. Having 13 members in his group is fantastic, except when you realize that 13 people requiring styling and wardrobe before every public appearance takes a lot of time. His mornings may start early, but in reality most of his time is spent listening to music in salon chairs and dozing off in waiting rooms.

In fact, it was in the middle of getting his makeup done when he discovered that around 8:20 am every day, his Spotify (which he uses to listen to his daily Bruno Mars Mix playlist) stops playing on his phone and switches to… the speaker at home? He bought a new speaker a few days ago because the last one you had was on its last legs from years of use, but if it’s malfunctioning already then he might have to look into getting a new speaker sooner than he thought.

Upon closer observation, Jihoon also notices that the song has changed — it’s playing one of his songs, your favorite one actually. Immediately he realizes what happened. He contemplates shooting you a text to tell you to disconnect him and just sync your own Spotify account to the speaker, you’re home more often than him anyway. That thought quickly disappears, however, as he imagines you getting ready for work listening to the sound of his voice and genuinely enjoying the music that he pours his heart and soul into, he can’t bring himself to disturb you even for a moment. His eyes soften as he stares blankly at the Spotify home screen, headphones now deafeningly silent. Surely, Jihoon decides, he can live without his Bruno Mars Mix for just a while longer.

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You sometimes wonder if your boyfriend is magic. Although a good morning text has been standard in your relationship since the beginning, it's starting to concern you how perfectly timed it is.

Normally, your morning routine is simple. Wake up. Get out of bed. Bump some tunes. Check your notifications. Brush teeth. Wash face. Get dressed. Pack bag. Leave the house.

You’re usually the one to text him good morning given your later wake up time, yet he’s been beating you to it lately. Yes, he knows you set your alarm 8:15 everyday because it's “the perfect amount of time you need to get ready and still make it to work on the dot”. But that doesn't explain why “rise n shine babe :))” pops up on your phone as you brush your teeth on the days you wake up early, too.

[8:06 am] you have to tell me how you do it

[8:06 am] Do what????

[8:07 am] im onto you mister 👁👄👁

[8:07 am] 👍👍👍

You spiral through the possible scenarios in your head: he has your location, but that wouldn’t tell him when you woke up right? Does your icon move around on the map? No, the location data isn’t that accurate. Maybe when you open your phone, your Facebook status shows that you’re online? No, you know for a fact that you both haven’t opened that app in years. Hmm, did he plant cameras everywhere in the apartment? Sure, you get the security utility of it but if he did it without telling you, there would be some SERIOUS things to talk about, maybe it really is all just guesswork and coincidence?

Sigh… you’ll get to the bottom of this eventually.

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Jihoon doesn’t plan on telling you, but rather wants you to figure it out yourself. After all, he’s been dropping so many hints already. Your chill hangouts at his studio have a gentle hum of your favorite songs as background noise. He purposely asks you about the new albums of your favorite artists that, surprise, he’s already listened to. He even makes it a point to remind you that the speaker at home is hooked to his account every now and then.

Sometimes, he swears that you’ve figured it out and were just messing with him when you make little comments about your his song choices like “Really babe, you listen to your own songs this often? Are you sure you’re not a narcissist or something?” But besides these moments, there was no indication that you knew about his secret morning routine as you questioned him regularly about his tactics.

He has to admit, it was kind of amusing to see you growing increasingly suspicious of how on earth he figures out when you wake up, being particularly fond of the cute annoyed face you make when he tells you “No babe, I did not put an Air Tag in your pajamas, you barely sleep in clothes anyway.” Even your pout is adorable as you pretend to give him the silent treatment, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long. His little secret is safe for another day.

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Jihoon has been working brutal hours lately. As deadlines for the upcoming albums drew near, his days start earlier than ever and end equally as late. However, the one thing he can always count on is coming home to you waiting for him.

It was the night of the new album release and you were more excited than usual, greeting him at the door like a lovesick puppy as soon as you heard the door handle turning. “Hi love, what are you doing up so late?” he pulls you into a quick kiss as he sets his stuff down.

“I wanted to wait to listen to the new album with you so you could see my reaction to it!” your eyes were beaming with enthusiasm. Jihoon’s heart swells at the sentiment, knowing that his partner supports him and his passions with such sincerity. You excitedly motion him to join you in your shared bedroom, full of anticipation to hear the fruits of your boyfriend’s labor for the past months. “Alright, you’re not allowed to be disappointed then” he jokes as he pulls out his phone, quickly finding the recently released album and making sure the volume is high enough before tapping the first track and handing it over to you.

Only a few seconds of the song passes before an idea flashes across your eyes. “Wait, let’s play it on the speaker!” you interrupt. You’re on your feet in seconds and before Jihoon could even reach over to press pause, you’ve already commanded your home speaker to play the track out loud. The music immediately ceases on his phone and switches over to the speaker.

Shit, he’s done for, he thinks to himself. He studies your face carefully for any indication that he’s been found out but surprisingly, your attention is laser focused on the melodies now reverberating around your apartment. You’re mostly quiet during the songs but the rhythmic nodding of your head and facial expressions are a tell all of how much you enjoy each track that plays, contorting in a myriad of impressed shapes as killing part after killing part reaches your ears.

As the album comes to an end you look like you’re about to burst at the seams. Your boyfriend can’t control his smile as compliments and detailed thoughts flow freely from your lips for the rest of the night, not ceasing even as the both of you walk through your unwinding routines together. God, you love comeback days. The elaborate music show stages that you will undoubtedly watch later that evening has already been pre-recorded, giving you precious time together in the morning before his schedule whisks him away from your arms once again.

As you get ready for bed, you drift off to sleep knowing that tomorrow, for the first time in what seems like forever, you can finally tell him good morning in person before he can.

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Your alarm rings at 8:15 am. Jihoon doesn’t need to be up this early, but he would do anything in order to be the first thing you see when you wake. You roll around in his embrace and press a kiss to his cheek. “Good morning” you both whisper to each other at the same time, sending you both into a fit of giggles as you argue who said it first.

Jihoon watches in adoration from the bed as you so naturally go through your morning routine, one that he misses out on more often than he would like. Today, you forgo your usual morning songs as you queue up your personal favorites off the new album, much to his delight. He tries his best to burn this scene into his memory as you gather your things and prepare to head out, giving him one last kiss. You’re about to unlock the door when you pause in your tracks.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hums back from the bedroom.

“Enjoy the speaker, I can’t kick you off today.” you say with a smirk on your face as you exit the apartment, leaving Jihoon speechless.

[starlightsearches]

Aaaaand maybe track 11, with Eddie? I’d choose a love song for him, but I really am curious as to what you’d do with this song…..eheh….ya know it, fave song is Dead Man’s Party by Oingo Boingo 😅❤️❤️❤️

All Dressed Up with Nowhere to Go

Track 11 - Hungry Heart by Bruce Springsteen: Pick a character and tell me your favorite song, and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons based on it.

Kas! Eddie x GN! Reader

thank you, irma! i'd never listened to dead man's party before, but it fucking SLAPS. i hope you like what i made for you 🥰

📼✨ mixtape milestone ✨📼 requests open through march 1st

Warnings: drinking, puking, ANGST, talk of death and mourning, making out, blood sucking for the sluts uwu, language, a very open ending

Your hand is getting cold.

You let your eyes wander down briefly, stopping when you spy the cause. There's punch spilling over the edge of your cup, trickling down your hand and leaving a sticky red stain behind.

Your mind's been on the run all night—or at least after the last four drinks—always looking for something simple to focus on but never staying long.

The sweaty condensation dripping down the windows. The thumping base traveling from the dance floor. And now the way the punch shines like blood against your skin in the spooky lights Steve spent the afternoon hanging.

"Hey, hey, hey."

A big hand covers your own, reaching for the cup, and you pull it back on instinct, trying to place the pretty brown eyes.

Steve. Of course. Speak of the devil.

He looks handsome, and very Harrison Ford-esque in the vest you found together at the costume shop. The costume fits him better than the Leia dress does you. In all the billowing white fabric, you look like a ghost every time you catch your own reflection.

So maybe that fits you fine. You hardly feel like you're here at all.

There's a crease between Steve's brows, and he reaches for the cup in your other hand. You pull back on instinct, sloshing punch in the other direction. It lands with a loud splat on the floor.

"I think you've had enough," he says softly.

Steve purses his lips, and you know he's holding back a whole slew of unhelpful phrases. You've heard them all—I know it's hard, but you have to try and enjoy yourself. Eddie wouldn't want you to be sad. He wouldn't want you to spend his favorite holiday crying into a pillow or blacked out on my couch. He'd want you to move on.

But Eddie's been dead for six months. So who gives a fuck what he would want.

You pull the cup to your lips, drink and drink and drink, letting the sweet sting burn any chance of tears from your eyes.

Steve only put this party together for your benefit. It was a nice gesture—going through the list of couple's costumes you and Eddie made together before, mashing the playlist of songs Eddie loved with ones people would actually want to dance to.

But you wish he hadn't. You wish he had let you wallow.

The empty cup crushes against Steve's waiting hand. You sway a little closer so he can hear you over the music.

"I'm gonna go dance."

There's a splash of guitar from the speakers, and you know it's one of your songs from the confused looks of everybody on the dance floor. Whatever. They get over it, swept up in the beat.

You let it take you, too, swinging around wildly, flailing with no concern how you look or who's watching. There was nobody around you wanted to impress anymore.

Eddie wouldn't care what you looked like anyway. He was a shit dancer.

Fuck.

The room is spinning. You're trying to keep with the beat, but there's the same lyrics, echoing over and over and over in your head.

dead man dead man dead man deadmandeadmandeadman. dead.

You're going to fucking puke.

Fighting through the crowd is like wading through a pool of bricks, which would still fucking suck if you were sober, and you are not. Catching on thrown back hands and angel wings, you stumble into the bathroom, just bending over in time to avoid vomiting a red stain down the front of your dress.

Your head has it's own heartbeat, pounding behind your eyes. You dip your cheek down to meet the cool porcelain.

There's no avoiding it. Hot tears spill over your face, plopping like raindrops into the basin. Fucking rock bottom, crying over your dead boyfriend on filthy toilet seat.

There's the sound of the door shutting and latching, just audible over your sobs. You lift your head, so dizzy and sad and hopeless it makes you angry.

"God," you're yelling, loud enough for it to echo off the tiles, "can't you see there's somebody fucking—"

He looks just like you remember him. And not in a good way.

The room already smells like sulfur, the way everything did down there—like sulfur and mold and fucking death. Eddie brought it with him. He brought it all. The holes in his hellfire shirt, scars peaking out of his collar, the mud and shit and blood staining his clothes.

He's got dark blue bags under his eyes, like bruises, cheeks sallow. Looking almost as tired as you feel. But he smiles, just the way he used to.

"Wow, sweetheart," —Eddie's voice is deep and gravelly as he kicks a boot up against the door, nodding back in the direction of the party— "this all for me?"

"Eddie."

That comes out as a sob, too.

He crosses the room in a few strides, a big hand at soft at your back, petting strands of hair off your sweaty forehead.

"Hey princess," he tries to smile, "long time no see."

Jesus. Your head's still spinning. You might puke again. It doesn't help that Eddie keeps going in and out of focus, like maybe you're dreaming this all up, the way his skin feels and the smell of him and the cute little curls in front of his ears.

"You were dead."

He huffs at you. "I think, technically, sweetheart, I still am."

He pulls one of your hands toward his chest, and there's nothing beneath it. No heartbeat. Just Eddie.

He doesn't expect it, the way you launch yourself at him, pulling him to floor. Eddie laughs, wraps his arms around you, his shaking lungs and the feel of his hands full of disbelief.

"I missed you."

You can tell he's missed you, too. He nods into your neck, hot breath on your skin.

"Why didn't you come back before?"

"Halloween seemed like a good time," he whispers, looking you in the eye, "wouldn't want to scare the neighbors."

His lips press tighter together. There's something he's not telling you. If you weren't so fucking high, you'd try to figure it out.

But you are fucking high—high out of your mind—and there's only one thing you want to do right now.

Eddie doesn't taste like death. He tastes like he used to, in the back of his van, in his bed or on the couch, his hands on you and his wandering lips, just bodies and kisses and nothing in between.

"Fuck, baby," he grunts, nipping at your ear, "you gotta be careful with me."

You shake your head. There's enough blood in him for the skin at his neck to turn a shade darker when you bite at it.

Eddie's hips shift against yours. He's breathing harder, although you're not sure where it goes, or what his lungs do with it once it's there.

"Can I- can I taste you, baby?"

"Mhmm."

It feels so good to be caught up in his arms again, you don't even notice the sting when his lips seal around your neck, the way his throat pulses with swallow after swallow. The groan he lets out is pained when he finally rips himself off of you.

Eddie cups your cheeks in both hands, thumbs petting at the left-over tears.

"Awww, baby. I don't think I should have done that."

You hardly hear him. Everything is fuzzy. You let your eyes fall closed, and the soft brush at your hairline could be his lips, or something you made up.

And then he's gone.

Steve's beside you when you lift your head again.

"Jesus, what the fuck happened to you? Robin found you on the floor and thought you were dead."

He's wiping at your neck with a cloth, or paper towel or something, and it hurts.

What did happen to you?

"I- I think I fell."

Steve hums, disapproving, cleaning the dripping blood from your neck, smoothing a bandage over the skin.

When you pull it off the next morning, all that's left of Eddie—or your vision of him—are two perfect little puncture wounds, and a few bruises in the shape of teeth.

[luvliewriting]

Hello OMG I loved your first kiss headcanons! I think your portrayal of the characters was spot on :) Since you mentioned that you'd be willing to write a longer piece if requested, do you think you could do one for either Travis or Dylan (with a GN reader) please? They're both my favorite 🥰

❦Playlist for Us❦

Pairing: Dylan Lenivy x GN!Reader

Warnings: slight angst but mostly fluff

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DJ Dylan, usually so confident, but right now he was fragile. Truly, Dylan was insecure but he always hid it behind a funny confident exterior but truly, he hated himself. He never imagined that anyone would want anything to do with him, especially after he watched Ryan choose to kiss Kaitlyn instead of him. Of course it was just a dumb game of truth or dare, he was even the one to suggest playing it, but something about watching Ryan and Kaitlyn hurt him.

It hurt him enough to make him storm off from the party back to the lodge. That's where he was now, sitting on the steps of the lodge, his earbuds in his ear blasting whatever playlist caught his eyes first. He stared out into the deep woods in front of him, would anyone be able to find him if he disappeared into the trees? Would it really be a loss? Maybe his parents would care if he disappeared.

Y/N would care, he thought. You were his best friend, known each other since you were kids. You two had practically been attached at the hip since birth. Your parents were friends, basically making you and Dylan be friends.

Still though during this summer, it was like you wanted nothing to do with him. You were always running off with Jacob or helping Abi with her art class, even Ryan you got along with. He scrolled on his phone looking at the playlist he selected 'A playlist for a certain Y/N', of course he just had to pick the one he mde for you. Not that you ever saw it though, it was full of your favourite songs but when he went to show it to you, you had told him you were too busy helping Kaitlyn.

Dylan did like you, he's liked you since you two were ten. But he's always been too much of a coward to say anything, he always thought that you deserved someone better than him. Someone that doesn't run off crying when a guy he likes kisses someone else. That doesn't make stupid jokes that no one finds funny. That you deserved someone like Jacob or Nick.

"You checking off angsty music listening on your goals for life?" Dylan jumped violently turning his head to look at you. Had you followed him here? He had been here quite a while, had you just been staring at him?

Dylan raised a hand to his beating fratic heart, trying to calm down, "jesus christ Y/N. I was about to scream 'bear'."

"Yeah sure you were," you chuckled walking over to the steps where Dylan was sitting, he pulled one of his ear buds out handing it to you as you accepted it gratefully plugging it into your right ear.

You two sat there in silence, listening to the music and looking out to the woods. Your hand fell to your side as you leaned back against the step, jolting your hand away suddenly when you felt it collide with Dylan's.

Staring at each other, you chuckled apologizing, "sorry."

Dylan shook his head, "no it's fine, if you wanna keep it there it's fine, I liked it." Realizing what he said, Dylan shook his head again trying to think of an excuse, "I'm just a little cold that's all, your hot. No, I mean your hand, it's warm. Not that you aren't hot, I mean you are, but I would never call you that because that's weird, but you are-"

Laughing, you lifted your finger to cover Dylan's lips, "Dylan if you thought I was hot, you could have just said that." You looked away slightly, muttering under your breath, "you aren't that bad yourself."

Dylan's eyebrows raised in surprise, "you think I'm-"

"Who couldn't," you cut him off, looking at him seriously. You never understood why Dylan was so insecure, he looked just fine. You always thought he was funny, he didn't have to be perfect at everything. It was Ryan's loss for not seeing how good of a person Dylan is.

However you would be lying if you said that Ryan kissing Kailtyn meant nothing to you. It was actually kind of a blessing, it meant you actually might have a chance. You sucked in a breath, "I mean you're Dylan Lenivy. You know how many girls thought you were just 'the man' in high school? How many guys were jealous of all the attention you got from girls?"

"You know I wasn't interested in them though?" Dylan asked.

"Obviously, you never even paid them a glance," you answered. You looked at Dylan, noticing the tears that were going down his face even in the dark, "why are you crying?"

Dylan looked away from you abrumptly, almost shameful. I Love You So by The Walters started to play quietly in your right ear as you sucked in a breath, leaning on your elbows listening to Dylan quietly try to muffle his cries beside you.

You were never great at comforting but you did your best at an attempt. You raised your hand landing it on Dylan's knee, keeping your eyes down on the ground, softly kicking a pebble on the stairs down to the rest of the gravel.

"I wish you saw yourself the way I do," you sighed, making Dylan look at you out of the corner of his blurry tears filled eyes, "you are perfect, and if Ryan can't see that than fuck him."

"This isn't about Ryan," Dylan hiccuped as he wiped his tears from his eyes.

"Than who is it about?"

"Someone."

"Well that's obvious," you rolled your eyes, "come on Dylan, I've known you since you were the snotty kid crying ontop of the monkey bars because some kids dared you to climb up them and than started crying when the bell went and you couldn't get down making me run to the principal's office for help."

Dylan playfully glared shoving your shoulder, "you promised to never speak of that day again!"

You chuckled, poking your tongue out at him, "my fingers were crossed."

It was quiet again, you two just looked at each other. You admired him, you've liked Dylan ever since you two were going to go to prom but you got stood up by your date so Dylan dropped his date and took you showing you the night of your life. You still remembered when Dylan showed you a secret way to the roof of your high school and you two sat up there in your prom attire listening to the music downstairs and just goofing around.

That was the day you realized how much you actually liked Dylan. You liked the feeling of his hands around your waist with your head on his shoulder while you two swayed to the music. You liked how easily he could make you laugh with the stupidest shit like when he stuffed two straws in his nostrils and said he was a walrus. Or when a guy at the prom started being harassing with you and Dylan quickly defended you, threatening to knock the guy out if he even came near you again.

You were actually going to tell him how felt over the summer while you two were councillors but than you saw how close he was to Ryan and than he would rant for hours about Ryan. You were truly happy for Dylan that he liked someone that wasn't the picture of Kurt Kobain in his bedroom but it still hurt knowing that he loved someone else.

"Remember prom," You questioned.

Dylan laughed, oh you could listen to his laugh for hours, "you mean I shoved a straw in my nose and called myself a walrus and than got yelled at for being immature by Mrs Hamilton for 20 minutes?"

"Eh Mrs Hamilton was a bitch anyway," you shrugged, "you know she gave me a B- on my english report she didn't like the paper I printed it on?"

"I never understood what kind of stick was in her ass," Dylan looked at you. You watched his tongue dart out of his mouth for a second, licking his lips before darting back into his mouth. Music still playing in your ear, you weren't even focused on the song at this point.

You were just hypnotized by his lips, you needed to know what they felt like, even if this would ruin the lifetime friendship you two had.

"Can I do something?" You asked curiously, Dylan looked at you confused before nodding. You nodded in response, scooting closer to him till your knees were touching on the steps of the lodge.

You raised your hand to Dylan's cheek, he looked away almost shamefully like he couldn't believe what you were trying to do. Like maybe this was just some cruel prank the group was playing.

"Tell me to stop," you said, making Dylan look at you again as your thumb carassed his cheek. Instictively he leaned into your touch, strands of his hair falling into his face but he didn't seem to mind as he stared into your eyes.

"What if I don't want you to?" He asked, feeling your thumb trace over his lips. Dylan took this as a sign, fluttering his eyes closed as he felt your warm breath on his face. He turned his face to the side as he felt his nose brush yours before he felt our lips on his own

At first he let you take control. Dylan's lips gently press against yours, as if he's is afraid he'll break you if he uses anymore force. You kiss him back slowly and feel your cheeks burning. Dylan's soft lips move in sync with yours, not too fast, and you smile against them. You're the one to pull away and look at him, smiling with you as he gently presses his forehead to yours, his hair brushing over his face. You nuzzle your nose against his and hear him chuckle softly.

“You’re so beautiful/handsome,” Dylan whispers, his fingers gently tracing your side, stroking it delicately, “I want you to remember that I will always be your best friend, even if stuff doesn't work this way."

“I will,” you whisper. Your lips reconnect with his. You move them against his agonizingly slowly. His hand lets go of yours and cups your left cheek and squeezes your waist. His lips are as soft as the softest pillows. They remind you of the sweetest simplest times. They are gentle and careful once more. His fingers gently rested against your skin and his nose brushed against yours, sending tingles down your spine. You pull away and gasp for air, not realizing you hadn’t been breathing until that moment.

Dylan holds your waist in his hand, grabbing his phone opening his spotify, "I was gonna give this to you earlier but-" Seeing the screen and reading the playlist name, you smiled brightly hugging Dylan in a bone crushing hug, feeling his hands go up and down your back.

"See what did I say? You're perfect."

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Thank you for requesting anon :) And thank you to those who read this, please like and maybe reblog as it really does help

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[hobidreams]

⚠️long ass ask ahead!!⚠️

AHHHH MISS RAIN!! i finally finished translating the song lol (i finished it on christmas day lmao) !!

i actually made a playlist for mlt!! i started adding songs to it around nov of last year and kept on adding more songs as time went by :>> anyways, onto the song that i translated!!

i had to add some stuff in brackets so it would flow a lot better, but i hope you don’t mind!! this is my first time translating a song so if there are errors… Please Look Away lol

Last Moment (Huling Sandali)

[i] can’t stop the rush in my heart

whenever i get close to you/approach you

may i have your hand?

hold it and never let go?

[i] can’t stop the way my heart beats

every time i’m looking at you

will you stay by my side?

because soon…

the night where no one will stop us is coming

if not now,

i will hope that yesterday will be returned

even for just a moment,

free the hearts that can’t be stopped

i hope it will be us at the last chance

that you can [still] be mine

i can’t stop the chaos in my mind

and it’s like nothing hurts more

[than] the memories of you i can’t forget

only time knows…

if the night where no one can stop us will soon come

if not now, then can i only hope that yesterday will come back?

even for just a moment,

free the hearts that can’t be stopped

i hope it will be us at the last chance

that is no longer ours

and with every minute, i still won’t learn

even if they force me [to be] with someone else, i will wait for you

you are the one with me at the last moment (the word used in the lyrics is “kapiling” which has a very tender undertone to it🥺)

would it be a sin if our hearts were to win?

even for just a moment,

free the hearts that can’t be stopped

i hope it will be us at the last chance

that is no longer ours

even for just a moment,

forgive the hearts that never stopped for the two of us,

[at] the wrong chance that you could have been mine

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hehehe that is all!! there is another filipino song in the playlist, but there are English translations available for it!! it’s called “araw-araw” and directly translates to everyday. i think this one is a pretty good translation for it hehehe. (oh and for some reason they translated one of the lines in the bridge as “i will choose nothing but loving you fully”, but it can also be translated as “you are the only one i will love fully”!)

man this ask is getting long but fuck it lol i hope tumblr doesnt eat this ask BUT. remember that song i mentioned a few months ago where i said i was scared that the situation in the song would come true for the mlt couple?? it’s this song!!!! the title translates to “in our next lifetime”, and there are eng subs in the vid hehehe

whew ok that is ALL!! im sorry for clogging up ur dash but i had to get this all out hehehehehhee thank you so so much for writing mlt🥺 i honestly don’t know what to do w myself now that it’s over and my friends and i did have a mild breakdown after the last chapter hAHASJLFLG

hope ur doing well miss rain heeheheh ily🥺 -🌿

BABEEEEE!!!! omg THANK YOU SO MUCH for making a playlist???? i love so many of the songs you put in 🥺 that Sweet Night!!!! and It's You!!! ahh 🌹 you are so lovely. NO PLS dont apologize im sure you did a fantastic translation 💖 i so appreciate your taking the time to bring me even more beautiful music. im particularly soft to the lines "may i have your hand?" and "even for just a moment, / free the hearts that can’t be stopped / i hope it will be us at the last chance" 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 the absolute LONGING omg... i am so so so weak for it. im gonna be listening to this playlist as i write my novel 🥺🌹 thank you so much for all this stuff to enjoy like... i'm so touched you took the time to share it 💞💕 im gonna listen to the two songs you linked rn!!!

thank YOU so much for reading and for sharing with your friends too!!!! i couldnt have gotten here without your support, my lovely 🌿 anon 🥰🥰🥰🥰 please take care 💜 also i totally understand that feeling, lol. im also kind of like ... what now? 🤣 but imma force myself to take a small break first haha!!