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rainswings · 2 years
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Syndisparklez posting on main again but I Love You Like An Alcoholic is such an unhealthy them song <3 also so is Masochism Tango <3333
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joaquinwhorres · 4 years
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alone together (Diego Hargreeves x Reader)
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SUMMARY ››››› Dating is hard. But it's even harder to watch the person you love dating other people.
REQUEST ››››› 11 +13 with Diego? (11. Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile. 13. Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.) 
WORD COUNT ››››› 2,261
WARNINGS ››››› dirty jokes
A/N ››››› This idea popped into my head right as I was going to sleep the other night, and it just kind of poured out. I always feel a bit guilty when I turn love story requests into something a bit angsty, soooo I added some fluffy moments in here as well. And let me just say, I love their dynamic. Also I *slightly* changed 13. 
They've been close since the Academy. Not the Umbrella shit, the police academy--which was, pretty much, more of the same shit. Still had to dress up in a dapper little uniform and take orders from superiors who hardly deserved the title. He spent his childhood training to take down the bad guys and some thirty year old asshole who got his badge five years ago and aced some written test knew better than him? Bullshit.
She was one of the few people who put up with him at the time. Everyone else talked their shit and played the stupid game, as if blowing smoke up the instructors' ass would save them in the field. She was the only one who listened. Who took his tips on how to disarm over the trainers. Who questioned rules that would cost lives. Who put him in his place and drew lines between Number 2 and Diego Hargreeves he didn't know existed. 
So yeah, he's been in love with her for a while.
Which is why, when she calls asking him to come over, he turns off the police scanner, takes off the mask, and gets in his car. 
When she opens the door to her apartment, he can't help the small smile that quirks at the corner of his lips. She's so goddamn beautiful even in her leggings and Synchronicity baseball tee he got her as a joke when she graduated the academy. She had laughed so hard she cried and then serenaded him with "Roxanne". It was the wrong album, but he couldn't have given less of a shit.
She, Sting, and the other two bastards are looking at him expectantly, so he quirks an eyebrow hoping that it turns his smile into more of a smirk. "You gonna let me in, or did you just want to show me your front door?"
She gives a mirthless pity laugh to tell him how not funny he is. "I was hoping you were the pizza guy."
"Sorry to disappoint," he shakes his head, and the smile situation is getting out of control.
"Not sorrier than I am," she says, heaving a long suffering sigh as she steps aside to let him inside. He doesn't even make it past her before she breaks and offers him a smile.
 Diego snorts and turns towards what might as well be his second home. Or first. Hell, he's here more than he's ever in his shitty room at the boxing gym. The TV is on, blankets pooled in a semicircle on the couch, a bottle of wine and half empty glass in front of the spot. Her purse and keys sit on the table, heels kicked off under a chair. Other than that, the place is pristine as usual. 
He doesn't like the way this scene looks. 
"Thought you had a date tonight," he remarks, heading into the kitchen to get himself a wine glass. Behind him, the door clicks shut and her bare feet patter lightly against the floor.
"There was a miscommunication."
It's the way her voice is too light-- each word is carefully chosen. How under the chair's legs one shoe is on its side while the other is still standing. The fact that she's drinking red wine instead of those stupid Whiteclaws.
"He didn't show." Diego turns to her as he says this, watching to see the words reach her. When they do, her eyes shoot down to the ground and she gives a small shake of her head. 
"No." Her voice is soft and her eyes run over the scratch marks on the wooden floor from when she had him rearranging the furniture to make her new coffee table "aesthetically fit". It's threelong seconds before she speaks again. "He uh--meant to meet up with someone else."
Anger shoots through him, burning and vicious and fuck wine as a solution. Diego strides forward, heading to the front door, when she reaches out a hand to stop him. "Don't."
He looks at her and tries to arrange his features into some semblance of innocent concern. "I'm just going to my car to get a bottle of whiskey I keep there." He has to pry his gaze away from hers because the look she's giving him makes his heart feel like it's going to implode. She looks at him as if she sees him. She's the only person who's ever given him that look.
"Diego. Do not go interrupt his date to pick a fight."
"Fuck," he curses under his breath because she sees right through the lie. He turns back to her, mouth open to deny the accusation when her look intensifies. 
"I know you Diego Hargreeves." 
No one has ever told him they love him.
But that sounds pretty damn close. 
She releases his arm because she knows that she's won or maybe she has some misplaced faith in his self-control. "I really appreciate that you want to kill him. Really, really appreciate it. But I don't need you going to jail on assault charges. I need you here, drinking wine and watching TV with me. Unless you actually have that whiskey."
He shakes his head, thankful he doesn't have to respond because the fact that she needs him leaves him just about breathless. 
This time she curses under her breath, a soft damn. "You're such a tease," she comments, heading back to the couch and he goes back to get a wine glass from the cabinet.
“It's only for you, baby,” he calls over his shoulder. 
They’re two bottles of wine deep and it’s only 11 o’clock. She had apparently been joking about the pizza guy, much to Diego’s disappointment. When he voiced as much, her eyes got big and bright, and she grabbed his face in her hands. “Then let’s order a fucking pizza.” 
And then she slapped him, one cheek after the other and went to get her cell phone.
They’re still waiting on the pizza.
But his attention has been less on the grumbling in his stomach and more on the fact that y/n hasn't laughed once in the last forty minutes. She hasn't so much as cracked a smile. Not even when Esther stabs her hand in front of Hank. In fact, since the phone call for pizza she's hardly even said a word, and he can see what she's doing. She's torturing herself. Her attention isn't on Barry, it's on the asshole she left at whatever bar to go on a date with someone who wasn't her.  
"Hey," he says, and she turns to look at him, eyebrows raised. At least she isn't that far down the rabbit hole. That's good. He's been there enough times to know how hard it is to pull yourself out of the cycle. To silence out the memories of voices you shouldn't give two shits about anymore and focus on what's in front of you. "How did Burger King get Dairy Queen pregnant?"
Her nose wrinkle and brow creases in confusion, and she stares at him like he's clinically insane. "What?" 
"Come on," he gestures, turning towards her so that their knees brush together. "How'd the Burger King get Dairy Queen pregnant?" 
She seems to catch on then, her face more skeptical than concerned for his sanity. "How?"
"He forgot to wrap his whopper." 
She just shakes her head, turning back to the TV. He wouldn't be Number 2 if he gave up now. "What should you do if you come across an elephant?"
"What?" her voice is flat and unamused, but it's not the same tone she gives him when she's done with his bullshit.
"Apologize and wipe it off." 
She cracks then, her lips fighting against her will to keep a straight face as the corner of her mouth twitches up into a smile. A small burst of air exhales through her nose. It's not a laugh, and it's not a smile, but it's a start.
""What's the difference between 'Oooh!' and 'Aaah!'?"
"Oh no--" 
"About three inches."
She bursts with laughter then, slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. Her eyes crinkle in the corner, as she looks at him, shaking her head. He's gotten what he wanted, but what's one more joke?
"What goes in hard and dry and comes out wet and soft?" 
She almost chokes on the wine she's sipping to help her stop laughing. "Diego!" 
"Chewing gum. Why, what were you thinking?" 
"Fuck you," she says, pointing a finger at him, but she's laughing, so he starts laughing too. She sets her wine glass back down in front of her and crawls all the way on the couch, shuffling closer to him so she can beat his arm with both of her fists. 
"It's a good joke," he protests, laughing harder as she continues her assault. 
"It's so not a good joke!" she argues back, tears streaming down from her eyes. But they're from laughter rather than what's going on in her head, so he'll take it. His arm is saved from the punching by a knock at the door. Naturally she moves to get up, but he shakes his head, gently pushing her back down into the couch and reaching into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. 
The guy takes in his tactical outfit with a raised eyebrow, but doesn't say anything about it. Diego feels a bit sorry that he took off his knives. Scaring the pizza guy was always mildly entertaining for himself. Instead he passes along the money with a "Thanks man," and returns to Y/N who has settled back into her spot. 
She gives him a warning look and holds up a finger at him again. "No jokes during the pizza." 
"What?" It's his turn to look at her like she's crazy. 
"I'll choke and die, and you don't want that on your conscience--and don't turn that into another joke," she adds quickly, preventing him from using the innuendo before he can even find it in the sentence.
"Fine," he says, sinking into his seat and putting the box of pizza on the coffee table. "No jokes. Just pizza."
She narrows her eyes suspiciously at him even as she reaches forward to pull out a slice. She doesn't break her gaze until she's swallowed and he bites into his own piece. There's a few moments of quiet between them, but it feels better than it did before the pizza. There's something lighter in the air between them, and he hopes she feels it too. 
"Thank you," she says, suddenly. 
It takes him a second and a quick glance around the apartment to realize that she means the pizza. He scoffs and waves the thanks off. 
"No, Diego, seriously. Thank you. For coming over," she sighs. "I needed this." 
"I'm always here for you," he said, nudging her with his shoulder. "You know that. Can't get rid of me even if you tried." 
She offers a small smile, and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, wincing as she notices the pizza grease on her finger tips. Diego shouldn't be watching her this closely. He should focus on his pizza like a normal person. But he can't take his eyes off her. How she seems just a bit slower, just a bit quieter today. She runs her fingers over a napkin leaving a trail of yellow grease. "Do you wanna hear something sad?" she asks, her voice small.
"When you say it like that, how could I say no?" It was supposed to be a joke, but his voice is too soft.
She doesn't look at him, instead keeping her eyes fixated on the used napkin. 
"This isn't the first time that's happened. It's not even the first time that's happened this month." 
He wants to kill. He wants to wage a war against the boys on Tinder or Bumble or the force or wherever it is she's finding these assholes. But she needs him here. She told him she needs him.
"They're idiots," he says. "Complete fucking morons." 
"Statistics would suggest otherwise," she shook her head, looking back up at the tv, frozen on a close up of Bill Hader's face. "I mean...guy after guy, I'm always the one getting broken up with or ghosted. Is there something I'm not seeing? Seriously, Diego, is there something wrong with me?" She looks at him then, eyes shining and heartbreaking in the earnestness of the question. 
"There's not a single fucking thing wrong with you," he says quickly wiping his own hands off so he can pull her in close. She wraps her arms around his middle, leaning her forehead into the crook of his neck. He can feel her breath against his skin. Feel her heartbeat. He holds her even tighter.
"I'm going to put that in my bio from now on. Not a single fucking thing wrong with me. Verified by Diego Hargreeves." She gives a single quiet laugh at her own joke, and Diego smiles, running his fingers through her hair. He isn't sure if it's as calming to her as it is to him, but her head feels a bit heavier as she relaxes more into him. 
 “I don’t know. I think I’m just done with this all. Maybe I’ll like being alone," she sighs, wiggling a little bit closer. "With you of course. We can be alone together.”
'Yeah," his smile is bigger now, and he can feel her smiling against him too. “Yeah, we can do that.”
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The Pull (25/?)
Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.
Author: @lettersofwrittencollective
Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)
Word count: 3642
Warnings: 
A/N: Apologies for how late this is and any errors. This week has been a hard one so I did not get a chance to write this out beforehand and there may be some pacing issues. So let me know what you think :) Reblogs, comments, questions, concerns? Let me know. I live for interaction! Also, the gif was found on giphy, if yours please let me know and I will be happy to credit!
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“I’m sorry you called them demonic ninjas? Am I hearing this right?” You ask Aiden, trying to figure out if you’re dreaming or awake or what insanity there is going on in the boys head.
“I know it sounds insane, but I’m telling you- that’s what they are,” he says.
He’d come by earlier to check on Lydia, who had apparently been attacked by one of these things. She was freezing and the doctors had been told she was found hypothermic and we’re trying to bring her body heat back up. When he’d caught yours and Stiles’ scents and had worried that something that happened to the two of you and had come to check on you both.
He’d knocked on the door to Stiles’ room and you had stepped outside the room with him, in an attempt to not bother Stiles. Melissa had said the sedative would keep him out but you didn’t really want to risk it.
“So then, what do they want?”
Aiden shook his head, “We haven’t found anything. We can’t even figure out exactly what they are. But they disappeared when the sun came up this morning. They were looking right at Scott at the time.”
“So you’re thinking they’re after Scott?”
At his nod, you let out a groan “Well, where is he now?”
“Ethan said he tracked him down to his house, so now we’re gonna head over there in a few minutes, try to keep him safe.”
Keep him safe… If something happened to Scott, Stiles would be devastated. But if something happened to Stiles, well death happens to the people around him and maybe it was selfish but you refused to lose him when you’d just found him. “You’re sure it’s just the supernatural that they’re after?”
“That party was full of a bunch of non-supernatural humans, pretty sure it’s a safe bet.”
“Alright then, give me a second and we’ll go.” You turned back into the room and, pulled out a sheet from your notebook. Jotting down a quick note, you let Stiles know that you’d be back shortly, there was something that had come up.
Making your way out and back into the hallway, you saw Aiden giving you a look of surprise but chose to ignore it. Passing him, you didn’t hear his footsteps so you called back, “Aiden, let’s go.”
His steps weren’t far behind you at that point and the two of you soon made your way past the nurse's station. Melissa called your name and you stopped to look at her, “Remember how we had said something about getting some rest and changing clothing?” At her nod, you continued, “Well it seems that’s gonna have to take a bit of a backseat for a little while longer. We apparently need to get to your house.”
Melissa had a moment of terror flash across her face before you saw her control it. She told one of the EMT’s that she had a family emergency she had to go deal with and to have Nurse Roman cover the last 15 minutes of her shift. The three of you then made your way out of the hospital and it wasn’t long before you were on your way to the McCall house.
In your opinion, Melissa had been a champ, she’d remained calm basically the entire drive to her house once you’d explained what Aiden told you. Pulling up, she noticed that there was a black SUV outside the house. She must have placed it because a moment later she was groaning, “Damn it!”
“Who’s care is that?”
“Rafaels. Scott’s dad… We’re gonna have to be calm.”
You tried not to make your disappointment at his presence known by only nodding your head. Whether or not it worked, she didn’t comment on it as she parked the car and the two of you walked into the house.
Scott was arguing with his dad as the two of you walked in. Melissa asked what was going on and before you knew it things had gotten out of control. Rafael had been stabbed by what you were assuming was one of the demonic ninjas Aiden had told you about seeing as it had literally appeared out of nowhere.
You ran over to the man, along with Melissa and Scott. While you didn’t like him you didn’t think that he necessarily deserved to die either. Working with Melissa, you were able to get Mr. Suit into an alcove of the house as Derek came in the door and the twins came through the windows.
Scott and Derek started to fight their own demonic ninja each and you helped Melissa put pressure on Rafael's am when there’s a crash through the windows. Looking over, you see the twins had come in that way and were fighting a third demon.
It took the guys a moment but they were able to get the demons out of the house and Scott was yelling, “Mom! Now! Do it now!”
Melissa looks at you and you nod your head, indicating that you can hold the pressure on Rafael's shoulder and that she should go ahead and do the thing. She nods at you before she gets up and grabs a jar. Running to the door, she throws it down and the Mountain Ash inside forms into a line along the door.
At first, you don’t think that it’s going to do anything. After all, Mountain Ash as a barrier needs to be enclosed on both ends and she’s only got a line out. But there’s a buzzing against your skin that’s uncomfortable.
Melissa is making her way back to you and you turn to see that there’s a demon outside the house, just standing there.  Kira and the twins are standing near the door and Kira reaches outwards towards the door, reaching for the demon.
Just as you’re about to call to her and get her to pull away from the situation in front of her, there is a flashing and the shimmering of a barrier. How had you missed that she was a supernatural being?!
She steps back and Aiden's looking at her like he’s trying to figure out what she is.
You’re working with Melissa on Rafael, unless you can get him out of the house, all you can really do is keep the pressure on his wound, when you hear Scott and Derek talking. Apparently, they had changed all the baseboards in the house to Ashwood. Which, really wasn’t surprising considering what Scott and his friends had been through.
Deaton had suggested it. Deaton, who was more than just a veterinarian. Who’s animal clinic was built with Mountain Ash embedded into it. Who had been surprised to see you before he’d managed to school his features. You were going to have to look into him.
When Derek says that he’s been following Scott all day, Scott’s shocked and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles over.  Melissa gives you a look of confusion and you shake your head, “I’m sorry. It’s just that Scott may be a True Alpha but he has terrible observation skills.”
Rafael lets a groan and you both turn back to him. He had tried to move his arm and it made things worse. Melissa calls for Scott and you take Rafael's hand, turning it in your own as you take in some of his pain.
Rafael is saying something about back-up when Scott makes it to the little alcove. He asks his mom how bad things are and she points out that it’s not good. You resist the urge to point out the small blessing that the blood hasn’t turned but you’re not sure that he’ll make it the whole night in the house.
Melissa confirms this.
They go back and forth about what they should do. Scott’s first thought is to get Stiles’ dad but his mom points out that it may just make things worse.
They seem to go back and forth with it. When Rafael passes out, she gasps and you have to reach out a hand to her. Listening to him, he’s still ok. At least for now.
Melissa gives you a soft smile and motions for you to go ahead. She’s got the situation with Rafael under control for the time being. There’s nothing else that they can do.
You walk out towards the living room and as you’re entering, you see Aiden take Kira’s hand. Ethan tries to stop him but Aiden tells him to watch before putting Kira’s hand against the barrier of Mountain Ash.
“See that? She can’t go through it either.” Aiden points out to his brother, before turning his attention to Kira, “So what are you?”
Normally you would have jumped in tried to get them to leave her alone but you’re curious to the answer yourself. Kira seems trapped but, thankfully, it seems Derek has the answers as he informs the room that she’s a kitsune.
Kira looks shocked as she turns to him and you raise an eyebrow, Derek merely shrugs, “Use your eyes. You can see it all around her.” You adjust your eyes and see that he’s right. There is a golden fox outline around her. Derek, meanwhile, is still talking, “The younger ones give off an aura. She just hasn’t learned how to conceal it yet. She probably doesn’t even know what kind she is either.”
“That’s not fair Derek, there are 13 different kinds.”
Kira and the twins turn to you the shock and surprise evident in their faces. Shaking your head, you list them, “Kaze of the Wind, Chikyu of the Earth, Kasai of the Fire, Kawa of the River, Tengoku of the Heavens, Sanda of Thunder, Yama of the Mountains, Kukan the Void, Seishin of the Spirit, Jikan of Time, Mori of the Forest, Umi amongst the Ocean, and Ongaku within Music. Though the Kukan has  been known as the Nogitsune.”
Kira looks at you then at the twins before she suddenly pales and rushes out of the room. You go to follow her but Derek grabs your arm. “Let Scott take care of her.”
“She’s my friends.’
“And he’s her Alpha.”
You can’t help the scoff that escapes you, “She’s a kitsune, they don’t do packs. Sure they have family and will stay with them in something that can resemble a pack but a fox doesn’t create pack bonds.”
He gives you a warning look and you groan, “Fine. But if he can’t fix it I will.”
Derek just shakes his head. Before he can say anything else, the twins come up to you.
“You’re sure about the Kitsune?”
You nod your head, “Guys, I’ve grown up with this. They’re not as uncommon as you seem to think. How do you not know this?”
“Well it’s not like we had a lot of family bonds or a whole lot of people teaching us things,” Ethan points out.
Aiden nods his head, “It was mostly just, do this, do that, kill this person. Not very conducive to a learning environment.”
“Fair enough.”
There’s a hissing that turns your attention to the front door. The demon is looking at you and the twins. Derek steps in front of you so that it doesn’t have a direct line of sight to you. There’s another at the window that the twins had jumped through. You turn your attention to this one when you suddenly feel compelled to walk towards it.
Without realizing it, you’ve taken a couple of steps, towards the window when you’re pulled backward and turn to see Derek giving you a look of confusion. The question is unspoken between the two of you, What are you doing?
“I- I don’t know. It was like a need to get to it,” you whisper with a shake of your head. He looks at the window and then tucks you physically behind him. He motions with his head and Aiden comes to the side that is still open to the demon at the door.
You’re shaken for a moment and take a deep breath. Focusing on just your breathing, you hear Aiden point out to Derek that he had no intention of hurting Kira.
‘Not yet,” your cousin replies with a finality to his voice.
“Why do you think we’re here Derek? For a study group?” Aiden's frustrated, that much is obvious and you can’t help but to wish that you were all here for a study group. At least then you wouldn’t be moving towards a demonic ninja thing that had already attacked your new friends.  But Aiden continues, “We’re here to protect Scott.”
“We’re trying to fight for him.” Ethan points out.
“I’m sure you are,” there’s a hint of amusement, or is it condescending? In your cousins' voice, “I’m sure you’d kill for him.” Derek steps forward and you can’t help the moment of panic. Derek, thankfully, doesn’t move too far before/ he turns around. He is still blocking the demon's view of you,  “But are you willing to die for him?”
The twins look at each other and you don’t blame them. Any alpha would want a pack that is willing to fight for them. Granted, a good Alpha would fight for their pack members long before they needed to fight for them. It was why the betas and omegas were willing to fight for their Alpha, to begin with.
You turned your attention back to the demons and you think about what you know about the kitsune and what they may have to do with demons. After all, the two have to be connected if Kira is the only Kitsune they’ve met and the demons are now to them, right?  It takes you a moment to realize it but yo do, “They’re not ninjas, they’re Oni’s.”
Scott turns to look at you, “They are literally demons. But they’re somehow controlled by or made by the tails of a kitsune. I don’t really understand that part. All I know is that somehow the Kitsune controlling them uses their affinity for whichever part of the world they are to fight. “
“Ok so how do we defeat them?”
“I don’t think we can. One of my dad's business partners, the one who actually taught us about them said that they’re ‘a force of nature and you don’t fight a tsunami, you endure it.”
“So how do you endure it?”
You’re about to snap at him, but Derek steps in for you “Scott, how do you expect her to know the answer to that? Besides, some of us already have.” You’re sure that your facial expressions indicate that you think that he’s insane, just as everyone else's does, but he points out. Derek looks like he wants to smack everyone before he points out, “Some of us,” he points to himself and the twins, “have already faced them but are still alive.”
Suddenly, there’s a banging. You all turn your attention back to the Oni. They are now hitting the barrier with their swords.
“What are they doing?” you ask, worried that you already know the answer.
“Testing for weaknesses.”
The foundation of the house shakes and things fall off shelves. Everyone turns around to look at this and you groan, turning around you run back towards the alcove to check on Scott's parents.  As you get closer, you see them having a hushed conversation. Melissa tells him that he has to stay awake and that they will get him out of there. You just hope that happens before the blood turns.
“Ms. McCall?” you call out tentatively to get her attention. She turns to you and shakes her head. Whatever is gonna happen, needs to happen soon or things won’t end well for Mr. Suit.
Nodding your head, you make your way back to the living room. Scott’s on the phone with someone and you only hear his part of the conversation.
“They’re trying to get in and it looks like they're gonna be able to”
“A nogitsune.”
“I just… tell me what else.”
A moment later, Scott hangs up the phone. Kira’s shaking her head, “I’m right, aren’t I? They’re looking for me?”
You’re about to ask what she’s talking about when Scott denies her claims. “They’re looking for a dark spirit and I know it’s not you.”
“Scott, we’re gonna have to do something,” Derek says and you turn to see that the barrier is basically broken.
A group of Oni steps into the house and you prepare yourself for a fight before Scott says not to do anything. Aiden asks if he’s serious and a moment later, he repeats his command.
You leave your claws out but allow them to approach. One goes for Scott and another for Kira. It takes them a moment but before you realize it, they’re both on the floor and one of the Oni’s has turned its attention to you.
Standing perfectly still, you allow the Oni to cup your neck. It turns eyes to you and you’re reminded of fireflies. You’re reminded of the fireflies you had seen around the Nemeton in your vision but before you can really give it more thought, you can feel a coldness seep into your bones.
The Oni continues to look at you before it turns it’s head to the other side, almost as if it is confused. A rattling sound escapes it and you suddenly feel like you’re on fire. A scream of pain tears past your lips. You’re eyes shut at the pain but you feel the hands be removed before a new set of hands replaces them. Opening your eyes, you see a second Oni takes the place of the first and it has cupped your face.
You’re not sure how long it looks at you but, what feels like hours later, it lets you go. You cannot hold yourself up and fall limp to the floor. You feel like your blood is molten within your veins and don’t even try to fight the whimpers that escape you.
As you lay there on the floor, you can hear the echo of a laughing yip and the flash of orange fur before suddenly you feel a snap in your arm. Roaring at the pain, you jolt back up. Arms encircle you and you’re surrounded by Derek's comforting scent.
Burying your head in your cousin's chest, you growl out at Aiden, “I thought you said it was supposed to be like hypothermia. That felt like I was being burned from the inside out.”
Derek’s rubbing circles across your shoulder blades and you realize, after a moment, that no one has responded to you. Pulling backward, you look up at the three males. “What is it?”
Derek lets out a sigh and moves backward, “The kanji they  left you is different.”
“What does it say?” you ask as the hand goes up to touch the skin behind your ear.
“Wolf.”
“But then, what do yours say?”
“Self.”
A silence falls in the room as no one knows what it means or what to say about it. You’re not sure if it’s comforting or terrifying but you do realize that there are people missing.
Derek informs you that Scott and Melissa had taken Rafael to the hospital and you nod your head. It would make sense. It takes your brain a moment to catch up but suddenly you’re having thoughts of Stiles and the fireflies and you bolt upwards. ‘We gotta go. We gotta go now.”
Derek tries to calm you down but you go to take off, Aiden tells you and you snarl at him. He steps backward but keeps a tight hold on you. When he asks what’s wrong, you shake your head, “Stiles is in trouble. They’re gonna go after him - the fireflies.”
“Wait, what fireflies?”
“The Oni’s eyes were fireflies. The Oni are gonna go after him.”
“Natasha... he’s not supernatural.” Aiden tries to reason as you struggle to get out of his grip.
“Please?” you beg and you must look like a broken mess after your encounter with the Oni because of a moment later, he nods his head stiffly.
You, Aiden and Derek had piled into Derek’s Mustang and were on your way. It felt like it was taking forever and you were worried that the Oni would make it before you did but soon enough you were at the hospital.
Getting off the car, you run into the building practically trampling a few people in your haste. You’re running up the stairs to make it to room 315. You have to protect Stiles from the Oni. Though you’re not sure why they’d be after him it’s the only thing that makes sense with the vision you’d had.
You make it out of the stairwell and you’re running down the hallways when you hear Scott’s voice and slow down.
“Stiles? You okay?”
You could almost cry with relief when Stiles responds, “Yeah. Fine.  What’s been going on?”
They come out a set of doors just a little further down, closer to the elevators and you see that Stiles is physically untouched. They’re headed your way and you meet them halfway down the hall before you wrap your arms around Stiles.
‘Thank Odin you’re okay,” you whisper. You can tell that he’s surprised at the gesture, or maybe the wording you chose, but he takes a moment before he hugs you. When he does, he hugs you tightly, almost to bruisingly so, before letting go. You can’t be sure but you think that he may have sniffed your hair while he hugged you.  
“You alright?” He asks, a hint of confusion in his voice but, you notice, his eyes seem calm.
You nod your head, “Yeah. I was just worried about you.”
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Happy Birthday, sunflowerslyf!
Apologies for the delay on your gift, @sunflowerslyf! We hope you had a wonderful back on the 16th, and got all the presents you wished for! To bring your party back around, @ally147writes has written a story just for you!
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AN: Sorry for the delay, @sunflowerslyf! I’ve been pretty sick the past week or so, but I’m kind of on the mend! Full disclosure, I don’t know if this qualifies as a ‘meet-ugly’, but you wanted some smut as well, so I had to make a few modifications. There’s no actual smut in this story (sorry...), and there’s a lot I’d love to go back in and add or flesh out since I did rush it finished a little, but I hope you’ll enjoy this anyway ;)
This story was inspired somewhat by the police station scene between Jennifer Grey and Charlie Sheen in ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’.
Rated M for mostly for language and a little touchy-feely business. Unbeta’d. All errors are my own.
At least, Katniss notes, the whole place smells like bleach and latex.
 More than she could say for the parlour Jo dragged her to. She doesn’t remember a whole lot about that night other than the stench of cheap beer, vomit, and unwashed hair.
 The only other thing that doesn’t separate this place from the tattoo parlour is the clientele.
Katniss tugs her cardigan tight and crosses her arms and darts her gaze back and forth between the others occupying the seats around her. Between the young girl with the spiked, blood-red mohawk and the two guys who look like they’re members of violent biker gang, she’s the most demure one here, that’s for sure.
“So…” A low, sensuous says from the chair two down from her. “Where’s yours?”
 She freezes. The guy’s been watching her since she came in, and she’s been doing all she can not to stare right back, because he’s somehow the encapsulation of all the things your mother warned you to be careful of in a boy. Blond hair styled in an undercut, with the curls on top left untouched; blood-shot blue eyes, lined with something dark that might be smudged eyeliner or the evidence of a good, hard punch, that somehow still hold hers with an alertness she never would have expected; a small hoop glints from his eyebrow, and another two in the ear she can see. His white shirt, maybe a size too small, is a tight fit around his ornately tattooed arms, and it hugs his tapered torso almost obscenely. A leather jacket is slung over the arm of the chair, smooth and old and worn. She wonders if he got it second-hand or stole it, or maybe both.
 She lets out a breath and faces him front on. “My what?”
 He grins lazily. She crosses her legs. “You’re in a tattoo removal clinic, remember? So, where’s your shitty ink?”
 “Oh.” Her cheeks flush. “It’s, uh… not visible.”
 He snorts. “No shit, sweetheart, you’re covered from head to toe. So, unless it’s on your tits or something, mind at least giving me a hint?”
 Her jaw drops, but she recovers quickly and flashes her most menacing scowl. And pulls her cardigan a little tighter over her chest. “Go fuck yourself.”
 He grins wider. She swallows. “You’re kinda pure, aren’t you?”
 She swivels forward. “I don’t need to defend myself to you.”
 “That’s exactly what you’re doing, though, aren’t you?” He stands, and he’s not much taller than her, maybe a couple of inches, but he’s broad, built like a wrestler. He shuffles a little and settles in the seat beside hers and leans in close. She steals a breath and nearly shivers. Cinnamon and dill, fire smoke and something like warm, fresh bread.
 And something else a little like whiskey. God, is he drunk?
 Did someone turn up the heaters? She was freezing just a moment ago.
 “What are you doing?”
 He holds up his hands, both large enough to span her waist and then some.
 “Nothing at all. Just getting to know you. Can’t do that from all the way over there.” He grins again, and his teeth are perfectly white, though not perfectly straight, which is kind of a relief. “So,” he leans in close, “is it on your tits?”
 “What the fu — no! It’s not!”
 “Bummer. Thigh? Wrist? Ass?”
 “Jesus, why do you care so much?”
 “Just making conversation. I’ve been waiting in here over an hour now.” He smiles again, a little more subdued this time. “You’re by far the most interesting thing in the room.”
 She watches him stretch his legs out. Those black jeans will be the death of her. “Those lines ever work?”
 “I don’t know.” He bats his lashes. “You tell me.”
 She rubs at her eyes. “Why don’t you just leave me alone, dude?”
 “You’re really not going to tell me where it is, are you?”
 “Just not sure why you’re so curious.”
 “And I’m not sure why you’re so scared.”
 “Well,” she says, swallowing again. “Where’s yours?”
 “On my stomach. Wanna have a look?” Without waiting, he stands and whips his shirt up, revealing a set of abs that have no place on a seedy-looking dude at a tattoo removal clinic.
 She blinks at the expanse of colour decorating his body; abstract swirls like fireworks, flowers and faces, a bird in flight and wall of flames, every single one so sharp and intricate they look like they belong on a canvas in a gallery, though she concedes this man’s body is a more than acceptable substitute.
 “I… which one?”
 “This one.” He gestures to a trident slung low on his hip, disappearing into his jeans. Please, Jesus, don’t take those off, too. Or do, maybe, fucked if I know…
 “It’s… uh…”
 He snorts. “You can say it. Looks like shit. Not my best work, that’s for sure.”
 “You did it yourself?”
 “Most of them,” he says with a shrug, like it’s no big deal. I frequently stab myself with a needle for kicks. “Just not usually hammered when I do it.”
 She breaks her gaze away from the tapered V of his hips and meets his eyes again. “Why were you doing it, then?”
 He shrugs again. “Lost a bet to a friend. Tridents are kinda his thing. I might redo it again another time when I’m not pissed as a maggot.” He tugs his shirt back down and sits. “So. Where’s yours?”
 She sighs. “Lower back.”
 “Ah.” He nods, and God damn, did she just spy a tongue piercing? “Classic. What’s it of?”
 “A katniss flower.”
 He blinks. “I don’t get it.”
 She lets out a tired laugh. “My name’s Katniss. Seems a little conceited, don’t you think?”
 “I don’t know. Depends, I guess. Not like you’d be showing a ton of people anyway, what with it back there and all.” He grins again, and for a moment, he looks so much younger. “Can I see it?”
 “What? No!”
 He pouts. “Why not?”
 “Because,” she mutters at the ground. “It’s dumb.”
 “So why’d you get it in the first place?”
 She shoots him a wry smile. “Also hammered. My friend got one that night, too. Somehow, drunk me thought it’d be a great idea.”
 He laughs. “You make it sound like you’re the only one to do anything dumb when they’re drunk. You should probably loosen up a little. Relax, you know? Not like you’re the first person to make a bad decision before.” He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows at her. “Wanna make another one?”
 “You’re not going to let up, are you?”
 “Hey, I showed you mine.”
 She shakes her head and lets out a long, low sigh, ending on a chuckle. “I really don’t know why I’m doing this.” She leans forward, reaches back to untuck her tank top from her jeans. The chilly air hits the skin of her lower back as she inches it up to expose the ink she first thought was a mutant spider when she caught sight of it in the mirror the day after it happened.
 The guy’s hands ghost over her back, radiating a heat that makes her shudder with anticipation of his real touch. “Lean forward a little more, please?”
 She does as told, and when his fingers make contact, it takes everything in her not to melt at the gentle, ginger touch she did not expect from such an oddball presence.
 “It’s exquisite work,” he murmurs. His blunt nails tracing the design ignite a flood of goose-bumps along her spine. Heat courses through her, enough to fill her cheeks and every part of her. She clenches her thighs together and prays he doesn’t notice. “Gorgeous, really. Whoever did it did a really good job. You sure you wanna go through with getting it removed?”
 “Yeah. I mean, I never really wanted one anyway.”
 “It suits you. Sexy as hell, too, if you ask me.” She didn’t, but there’s a little thrill coursing through her regardless. “And a namesake tattoo isn’t a bad thing. I’d have a piece of pita bread on me if that wasn’t a totally batshit insane idea.” He removes his hand, and some stupid part of her brain misses it like crazy.
 She tugs her tank back down and sits up. Weird guy seems much closer now, or was he always this close?
 “Your name’s Pita?” Her voice sounds almost choked.
 He smiles again, and she can’t help but stare at his lips now that he’s this close. “Peeta, actually.”
 “I probably should have asked that before I let you put your hands on me.”
 “If you had any sort of hindsight you wouldn’t be here at all.” He reaches out and tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear. Why the fuck is she letting him do that again? “Right now, I’m kinda glad you’re an idiot. I probably wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”
 She swallows and tilts her head closer, letting him curl his hand around the back of her neck. The scent of him and the sound of his voice is kinda hypnotic… “I kind of don’t hate it right now, either.”
 She kind of falls into him then, and she’s got no real good reason why. Because he’s hot? That’s as good a reason as any. All she knows, his hands are mangling her braid and lips are warm and soft on hers, gentle and commanding at the same time, like he knows exactly what he wants and how to get it. But there’s something that she wants, too. She wrests control away, and he lets her, like he’d been waiting for her to seize it the whole time. She licks the perimeter around his lips until he opens for her, and yeah, he does taste vaguely like whiskey and smoke that isn’t cigarette smoke, and it’s weird but it’s so flipping good and God, what is with this guy and —
 “Katniss Everdeen?”
 She rips herself away from Peeta and pushes him hard enough that he falls astride the chairs making up their row. He watches with a quirked brow — the one with the piercing — as she bolts up from her seat and steals her bag from the floor. A bespectacled man in a white coat stands in the doorway leading to the treatment rooms, flashing her a knowing smirk that she kinda wants to slap off. “Would you like to come through?”
 “I, uh… sure.”. She looks back at Peeta, who’s still watching her with the most ridiculously amused grin. She can’t help another lazy perusal up… and down. “It was… uh, nice to meet you, Peeta.”
 Peeta grins and waves, just a subtle flick of his fingers. “See ya later, Katniss.”
 Oh, God, yes I hope so...
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I’m all caught up and presenting my August playlist just in time for September to end! Disco! Italo-pop! 90s gangsta rap! 3 hours worth of music for everyone!
Good To Me - THP: The most surefire way I’ve found to track down a great song you’ve never heard before is to look up every single sample on the Duck Sauce album. It has quite literally not failed me yet. This song is great, and being so used to the sped up sample in Goody Two Shoes this song sounds like the expanded chopped and screwed version to me which is even better.
Who Do You Love - THP: The other thing about THP is they’re extremely hard to search on Spotify because it thinks you’re trying to type ‘The’ and suggests 'The Beatles’ which is helpful.
Beleriand - The Middle East: I started rereading The Lord Of The Rings this month, and even got so deep in it that I started reading the Silmarillion for the first time and I suddenly remembered the time The Middle East wrote a song about Melkor and Angband and all that. Maybe the best Lord Of The Rings song I’ve heard almost exclusively for the drum work in the intro before it really settles into its Tolkein vibe.
Dead - San Fermin: I love this song but god I wish it were louder and more out of control. The sax sounds great but every other part isn’t nearly as turned up to 11 as it should be. The problem is that everyone in this band is such a professional they don’t know how to play like the maniacs this song deserves!
Tuesday Fresh Cuts - Bree Tranter: I’ve been looking up what all the members of The Middle East have done since they broke up and the best thing I’ve found is Rohin Jones writing music for a Dulux Paint commercial after the verse in Ninth Avenue Reverie about the guy who sniffs paint every night and dreams about being dead. Anyway as far as I can tell Bree Tranter is the one that’s had the most consistent and normal output since they broke up. This song is very much an ultimate night driving type song, except the lyrics are really not great but you can ignore that for how great it sounds, especially near the end when it really gets into a meditative state.
Ted, Just Admit It - Jane’s Addiction: Continuing my Jane’s Addiction phase, I really love this song. This is such a great brooding piece of music before it finally explodes into the declaration that sex is violent. Kind of a shame that it’s a serial killer song because he’s right about everything. Sex IS violent, the tv DO got them images, etc.
Fire Back About Your New Baby’s Sex - Don Caballero: I think this is probably Don Caballero’s most popular song, and with good reason. It’s among the most straightforward of their backward-ass songs and gives you a good grounding in how to understand the total chaos that is everything else they’ve done.
Ballad Of Circling Vultures - Pageninetynine: The entire last half of this song, when it slows down, is one of the best things I’ve ever heard. It feels like the entire mix begins to close in around you as it gets darker and darker before a door slams and you wake up somewhere else entirely.
You’ve Never Been Alone - Andrea Balency: I was watching this live video of Mount Kimbie https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6co64HYurg and they’ve got like a full band now! They’ve been slowly expanding from a duo and I suppose it makes sense because their last album really sounded like a band playing in a room rather than two guys on computers. Anyway it turns out the woman in their band is Andrea Balency and this song of hers is very beautiful and you can see exactly why they asked her to join.
The Conspiracy Of Seeds - 65daysofstatic: I was going through Circle Takes The Square’s performance credits on discogs (very cool hobby) and found out they’re credited on this 65dos song and was shocked that I didn’t know that already. It feels like they pretty much split the song down the middle and did half each, which is great!
Spanish Sahara (Deadboy remix) - Foals: This song isn’t on Australian spotify as far as I can tell, so if you’re in the UK I think you can listen to this. Otherwise it’s on youtube for everyone here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk24ujPN4Lo This is probably one of my favourite pieces of music ever, it’s such a beautiful remix even though it’s not particularly far from the original. It just does the work of focusing the vibe down to a laser point. I love how mechanical every part of it is contrasting against the dreamy vocals and organ, until it almost feels overloaded with hats and clicks in the highest points before it focuses down again and introduces the bassline alone. Then the last section! The stabbing insistence of the synth driving the whole thing to a fever pitch.
T69 Collapse - Aphex Twin: I’ve never been huge on Aphex Twin because all his songs sound like you pressed the demo button on a keyboard and then turned the tempo way up but I really like this one, almost exclusively for the bassline the comes in in the second half after the big space-out breakdown. It’s groovy! It’s the most I’ve ever liked the evil man!
Kansas City Star - Kasey Musgraves: The Kasey Musgraves album everyone was going wild for didn’t really do much for me but this cover is so fantastic, the slight melody change she’s done to the chorus is such an improvement and really makes it soar. Also google is good because right now the 25th image result for 'kacey musgraves’ is a deviantart pic where someone’s photoshopped her to be extremely obese called Kollosal Katy. Not really related to the song but I thought it was worth mentioning.
Pyramids - Frank Ocean: A big group of friends and I went to karaoke a couple of weeks ago and the version of Pyramids they had didn’t even have the second half! If I can’t subject everyone to ten full minutes of me doing it badly then what’s the DAMN point?
Aqua - Eurythmics: I heard this song on NTS and was instantly in love with the lyrics. Don’t touch me, don’t talk to me, throw me in the water, watch me drown! It’s that simple!
gonk steady one - Autechre: I went and saw Autechre when they were here a few months ago and I’m still thinking about it because it was like a multiplayer dream. They insisted on total darkness and everyone just kind of stood still or sat down for the whole show in the dark while an endless wave of sound from another dimension washed over us all. Then eventually the music stopped and the lights came on and I never actually saw Autechre the whole time I was there. I’m still working my way through their fucking 8 hour long new album but this is an early highlight. I don’t know how to explain this but it sounds good. It sounds like music by and for aliens that we can listen to and understand a small part of.
Poor Kakarookee - Venetian Snares: I was listening to this song and thinking the other day there’s a certain subset of Venetian Snares songs that sound like that bit from Parks and Rec where Adam Scott is like 'could a depressed person do THIS?’ and is holding up his deformed little stop motion figure from the deformed little stop motion movie he’s making. This is absolutely one of those songs. It’s a great song but it’s one of those songs.
Future People - Alabama Shakes: For a long time the only Alabama Shakes song I’d heard was Don’t Wanna Fight because it was just so good I figured there was no need to go further, which it turns out was extremely wrong because this whole album is completely killer. I just can’t believe her voice. The album version is great but the live version really shows it off https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbR999N5MiALa 
Mia Mania - Giani Morandi: I rewatched all of Harvey Birdman a couple of weeks ago and finally looked up what the song is in this clip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xkhqce43mA because it gets stuck in my head all the time, and the only version I could find is this one with vocals which sounds even better!
Capriccio - Gianni Morandi: Then I dug deeper and started looking up the rest of this guy’s songs and totally loved it. There’s nothing better than digging around and finding what you think is some obscure artists before looking them up and finding out they’re incredibly famous and like the Italian Neil Diamond.
Parli Sempre Tu - Gianni Morandi: This is my favourite of his just for the insane pitch shifted vocal at the start, what an insane piece of sound for 1964! I’m desperate to know how they made it.
Forgotten Children - Mouse On The Keys: I suddenly remembered Mouse On The Keys the other day and thank god. They’re an instrumental band that’s two pianists and a drummer that looks like its jazz because of the instrumentation but is really more like post-hardcore in execution.
Can’t Get Right - Ghost-Note: I normally don’t go in much for this sort of drum clinic type music for musicians only but the central groove in this is just so good. It feels like two completely different songs playing at the same time, except if that sounded good. I found it because the bass genius Mono Neon played on it, watch the video and see if you can tell which one is named Mono Neon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVw1b4gVYrU Also one of the guys seems to be playing a vibraphone that is a midi controller which I have never seen before in my life.
Shoot Myself - Venetian Snares: Venetian Snares has such a great melodic sense and it feels kind of underappreciated just because of how much his percussion is at the forefront of every critical appraisal. In songs like this where the drums are more restrained you can really feel the melody and harmony shine through, the layers of cascading synth lines piling up louder and louder before returning to the jazzy organ near the end is just such a beautiful moment.
Bad Boy - Den Harrow: This song sounds like an 11 year old wrote the lyrics and I absolutely love it. The best and most sexy lyrics: “Some dress Valentino, others wear t-shirts to show what a shapely bust they’ve got.”
Summertime - Barney Kessel: Barney Kessel the jazz guitarist that I only found out about this month did a bossa nova album when bossa nova was the biggest thing in the world and it’s so so good. He also does some very interesting playing on it that’s a lot closer to surf rock and rock n roll than anything else I’ve heard of his. This is also a good example of that thing when Stereo sound was brand new where every single instrument is panned hard left or right which is a treat in headphones.
Slice Of Heaven - Dave Dobbyn: It’s kind of a shame that this song never really gets better than the intro but when the intro is this good it’s fine. I remember this song from when I was a kid because it’s on the soundtrack to New Zealand’s first ever feature length animated film, Footrot Flats which I watched a lot.
Sailin Da South - ESG + DJ Screw: The hardest part about putting any one song from 3 N Tha Morning Part Two on a playlist is they’re not designed for that and it sounds awful and cruel to cut them off like that. So really instead of listening to this song listen to the whole album and turn purple.
Right Action - Franz Ferdinand: I think Franz Ferdinand deserve better than the sort of one hit wonder status they’ve got, because they’ve got a lot of great songs and this is one of them, and probably the danciest summary of the Noble Eightfold Path I’ve ever heard.
The Thing That Should Not Be - Metallica: I have done zero research but to me the 80s feels like the decade when HP Lovecraft and the Cthulu mythos really hit the mainstream. Dungeons and Dragons and all that. Anyway apparently Cliff Burton was a huge Lovecraft fan and they would all read his stories in the tour van which is a funny thing to imagine. Metallica have five or six Lovecraftian songs and the bulk of them were written after Cliff Burton died which is sort of touching in a way. Paying tribute to your friend by invoking the nameless horror that sleeps in R'lyeh.
Waters Of Nazareth x We Are Your Friends x Phantom - Justice: Justice’s new album is so good because it’s sort of halfway between a remix album, a live album and a Best Of. It’s essentially a studio live album, or maybe just a live recording straight from the soundboard with no crowd noise. Either way it’s great and leads to incredible three way mashups of their best songs like this one.
Mr Ice Cream Man (feat. Silkk The Shocker) - Master P: I was thinking about how you don’t really hear about Master P these days, but according to the first result when you google 'richest rappers’ he’s doing fine with a net worth of $227 million, which is more than Eminem. So good for him. Even if his music hasn’t really lasted I’m sure his many, many business dealings will leave him in good stead for the rest of his life. I’m just going to copy and paste some phrases from his wiki article here because it’s truly ridiculous: “He has since parlayed his $10,000 initial seed capital investment into a $250 million business empire spanning a wide variety of industries” “As a businessman, Miller was known for his frugality and keeping business expenses down and profit margins high” “He has since invested the millions of dollars he made from his No Limit record company into a travel agency, a Foot Locker retail outlet, real estate, stocks, film, music, and television production, toy making, a phone sex company, clothing, telecommunications, a jewellery line, auto accessories, book and magazine publishing, car rims, fast food franchises, and gas stations.” “Miller also has his own line of beverages, called "Make ‘Em Say Ughh!” energy drinks" “first rapper to establish a cable television network.”
The Party Don’t Stop - Mia X: Anyway via Master P I found Mia X, who sings the hook on Mr Ice Cream Man, and her album is actually good as fuck for an 80 minute No Limit album, mostly because it’s so packed with guests (it feels like everyone else on No Limit is on here, including guys with great names like Mo B. Dick and Kane & Abel, but also Mystikal and Salt N Pepa are here!) that you never get tired of the flow, and the production is nicely varied too.
Shut Up - Stormzy: This is like Stormzy’s biggest song and I’m dumb as fuck because I haven’t heard it until now when I was listening to Functions On The Low and found out he used it as the beat for this song. What an absolute thrill to see this perfect beat back in the limelight thanks to the man bringing grime back to the limelight!
All N’s - Mia X: I wanna talk about the beat on this Mia X song because it’s incredible front to back. (Lyrically this song is fucking great, especially the chorus) but the vocal synth bass sound is just amazing, and the hook melody is the damn 'there’s a place in France where the naked ladies dance’ melody. Every part of it’s insane.
Milk - Kings Of Leon: I got into a real groove this month and learned how to play this whole Kings Of Leon album on guitar for some reason. So now I’ve got that knowledge. But I forgot just how incredible this song is. It’s a testament to how if the music is good enough and the performance is good enough the lyrics can be absolutely anything. By the time he says “she’ll loan you her toothbrush, she’ll bartend your party” I’m already crying.​
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