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crazy4dragons · 4 years

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My Top 10 2019 Songs

As you‘ll see, my Top 10 started out as being songs that were fun, and ended on an angsty note (my top 4 honestly tell the story of what happened between me and him). But I guess one of the reasons music exists is to be therapeutic. Anyway, here’s my Top 10 from 2019!

10: “Me!” by Taylor Swift (ft. Brendon Urie). I’ll admit that this song is lowkey annoying, but it’s one of those songs that’s just fun to sing along to. I also listened to it all summer at my job, so I guess it kind of grew on me.

9: “Memories” by Maroon 5. Maroon 5 is typically hit or miss with me; sometimes I like the music, sometimes I don’t. This one had a nostalgic feel to it (which I think was the point, so in my mind, it’s successful).

8: “Easier” by 5SOS. This definitely isn’t my favorite 5SOS song (I have a weakness for mid-2010s 5SOS), but it’s my second favorite song they produced in 2019. It has an edgy, modern vibe to it that makes it fit in with other hit music from this year, while still sounding like 5SOS.

7: “Takeaway” by the Chainsmokers (ft. Illenium). Illenium is good, and so are the Chainsmokers, so together, they produce great music. This song is one of those fun songs that I love blasting while I drive.

6: “Call You Mine” by the Chainsmokers (ft. Bebe Rexha). Again, another song that’s fun. This past semester, it used to always put me in a good mood whenever it appeared on my playlist while I was writing papers.

5: “What Am I” by Why Don’t We. I haven’t heard much about Why Don’t We, but this song appeared on one of my Spotify playlists and I instantly liked it. It has a 5SOS vibe to it, and it’s just a good song that goes with any mood.

4: “Kills You Slowly” by the Chainsmokers. This song manages to describe both my past relationships, and it’s the Chainsmokers, so of course I like it.

3: “Somebody to Love” by One Republic. I initially ranked this song lower on my list, but after the guy who used to be special to me found a new relationship, this became one big mood. Thanks, OneRepublic.

2: “Who Do You Love” by the Chainsmokers (ft. 5SOS). The Chainsmokers and 5SOS together is freaking amazing. And aside from that, this song reminds me of him.

1: “Good Things Fall Apart” by Illenium (ft. Jon Bellion). At first, I thought this song was just okay, but after he found another girl, this described my feelings perfectly and has really helped me to feel better about my situation.

(I struggled with 1 and 2 because I love them about the same, but ultimately, I decided on this order).

Feel free to comment, reblog, or send me an ask with your favorite songs from 2019!

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 5 years

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Bodyguard II: Familial Ties (Part III - Chapter 4) (Brendon Urie x Reader)

“What the hell?”

Brendon grumbled agitatedly under his breath as he watched you storm down the hallway, away from him. His muscles twitched as he fought off the urge to chase after you; the extremely heated agent in front of him made any attempt at it impossible.

Sighing, Brendon turned his attention to his best friend. “Spence-“

Your bodyguard was forced to swallow the rest of his words, as Spencer’s right fist collided with his cheek in a solid punch. White hot pain spread across Brendon’s skin, the damage from the punch coming off twice as bad since his cheek was still sensitive from the smack you’d given him mere minutes before.

The brooding agent closed his eyes and raised a hand to his jaw, flexing it to aid the stinging in his face. Again, he didn’t retaliate, because how could he? He deserved the punch – and the slap – and maybe even worse, and if the roles were reversed, Lord knows he probably would’ve lost his shit far worse than both you and Spencer combined.

“Deserved that,” Brendon mumbled, nodding before clearing his throat and facing forward again.

“No shit,” Spencer spat, wide-eyed as he tried to comprehend the complexity of the situation, “You’re a fucking dick, you know that? Do you have any idea what the past year has been like? The hell that (Y/N) and I have been going through?”

“I know-“

“No, you don’t!” the blue-eyed agent yelled, letting his anger spill over, “You couldn’t possibly know what it was like to lose-“

It was Brendon’s turn to interject now. “Really?” he asked with a frown, narrowing his eyes infinitesimally, “I don’t know what it’s like?”

Spencer shut his mouth and stared at his friend for a long while before looking away and shaking his head, exhaling shakily.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t need to, Spence.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.”

“I know.”

Spencer ran his hands through his air frustratedly as he began pacing up and down the length of the hallway.

“What the fuck were you doing, anyway?” he scoffed, perplexed as to why the hell his best friend had thought it was a good idea to fake his death for almost an entire year.

Brendon held his tongue against his cheek for a couple seconds before taking a deep breath and answering. “I went looking for Mason.”

Spencer stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to stare at the other agent in blatant disbelief. “Mason?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Glancing out in the direction you’d hurried off in, Brendon clenched his jaw as his mind churned out possible locations of where you’d headed. As much as he wanted to tell Spencer everything and give him the answers that he deserved, you were his first priority. Finding you and regaining your trust was the only thing he cared about at this point in time.

He knew that Spencer would always be there with him and for him, regardless of how badly he fucked up. Your presence, however, was not at all guaranteed – and that was unsettling. The only way to ensure that you stuck around was to explain himself as best he could.

“Look, Spencer, I’ll tell you everything, alright?” Brendon held out his hands and arched his brows to show his sincerity, “Later. I just gotta-“

“She’s gonna kill you,” Spencer warned, arching his brows too and nodding, “She’s literally, legitimately going to kill you.”

“She’s not gonna kill me,” Brendon argued, shaking his head once before following your invisible footsteps.

Spencer scoffed. “Yeah, how do you know?”

“Because if she wanted to, she would’ve done it already.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Your voice rebounded off of the glass walls surrounding you as you marched the perimeter, going around in circles as you attempted to get your temper under control. The last thing anyone needed was another icy accident.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” you growled, losing your cool and firing a blast from your fist against the door, shattering it into a million tiny pieces.

To hell with trying to calm down; what you really needed was to expel your rage, not subdue it.

But before you had the chance destroy anything else, the very person that was the cause of your anger appeared in the doorway, as gorgeously brooding and stone-faced as ever.

He opened his mouth to say something, and you immediately raised your fist, aiming it at him.

“I’m gonna kill you,” you said softly, just loud enough for him to make out.

As much as you wanted to yell, you were concerned that if you did, it would bring the entire building crashing down; that’s how inexplicably pissed off you were.

Brendon stepped over the glass carefully, entering the room with his hands raised in defence, indicating that he didn’t want to fight with you.

Good, ‘cause he’d lose.

“I know you’re mad at me – and you have every right to be,” he started, slowly making his way towards you, “And-“

“Where the fuck where you?” you demanded, not interested in his guileless attempts to win you over and calm you down; you wanted to know what was so important for him to do that he would fake his death and abandon you.

Brendon shut his mouth and breathed in deeply through his nose, coming to a halt a few feet away from you. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t tell you the truth. At least, not the whole truth.

Mason was the one responsible for the murder of your parents, and Brendon was quite sure that revealing that The Phantom Warrior was his brother would not sit well with you at all.

“It’s…” he kept quiet for a beat, and then looked at you with a lowered head as he continued, “a long story.”

“You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months,” you retorted bitchily, squinting slightly, “I have time.”

“Trust me, you’re not gonna like what I tell you, (Y/N),” he said, kicking some stray pieces of glass out of his pathway as he moved even closer to you; no matter how repulsed you were by his actions, you couldn’t bring yourself to shift away from him, “So can we just leave it at ‘I needed to do something important’? Please.”

You felt every muscle in your body twitch. “More important than protecting me?” you whispered.

Brendon swallowed, gaze locked firmly with yours. Your eyes were filled with hurt so intense that he had to look away for a moment.

“You were in good hands.”

“Yeah, but they weren’t your hands,” you countered, once again finding your loud voice as you stepped up to the brooding agent, “Didn’t you promise you’d always protect me? Or was that just another lie?”

You were getting riled up again, and Brendon could see it. He reached out to touch you, to try and relax you, but you denied him and swatted his hand away.

“No, don’t fucking touch me,” you hissed with a frown, “It was a lie, right? Just like everything else. Just like everything you’ve ever said to me. Because that’s what you are.”

Your voice gradually got louder with each word that spilled from your lips, and your hands had taken it upon themselves to start shoving against Brendon’s rock hard chest.

“A liar! A fucking liar!” you yelled, starting to hit your fists against him as your breathing became ragged and tears started to form, “I can’t believe you would do this; you’re such an inconsiderate, self-absorbed piece of-“

You left your sentence unfinished and opted instead to let out a scream, your emotions boiling over in the form of angry yells and repeated punches to Brendon’s chest. He let you get it out for a couple seconds, before gathering you into his arms and pulling you close.

Before you had the chance to yell out again, he pressed his lips to yours, instantly eradicating your ability to use your voice.

You fought against his strong grip, trying to push yourself away as you frowned and groaned against his lips in anger. He wouldn’t budge or let you go; he only kissed you harder.

Eventually, you felt your resolve falter, and you gave into him, caving into the kiss with a small sigh. You tangled your hand in the hair above his neck, tugging on it harshly.

He pulled away a moment later, pressing his forehead against yours and still holding you extremely close. Breathing shallowly, you shook your head, pushing a sentence through your quivering lips as a few tears ran down your cheeks.

“I hate you!” you choked out.

He pecked your lips softly.

“I missed you, too.”

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