#(don't @ me i am genre blind lol) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

withleeknow · 4 months

Text

six minutes.

pairing: seungmin x reader genre/warnings: friends to ??, fluff; a couple of swear words here and there bc who am i if i don't swear, mentions of hurling but it doesn't actually happen, not really unedited lol word count: 0.8k note: HELLO FELLOW WIFEU (you know who you are), number 13 was "things you said at the kitchen table" lol. anywhomst people, my first seungmin piece!!

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

navigation › masterlist › ko-fi

when blinding sunlight playfully slips through the curtains, you wake up with an ache inside your head, then instant confusion as you take in your surroundings.

this isn't your bedroom.

the clothes you're wearing aren't the ones you put on before you went out last night.

there's someone on the other side of the bedroom door, and the rummaging of cabinets, the clanging of pots and pans.

you sit up fully, clutching the duvet cover close to your chest, evidently disoriented. there's not much for you to go on - the room is clean, tidy, barely any decorations except for what seems to be a few baseball mementos displayed neatly on the credenza sitting opposite from the bed, surrounded by empty cream-colored walls.

a dumb, possibly-still-drunken thought pops up.

oh my god, i've been kidnapped.

you blink, feeling fatigue in every limb, slightly alarmed but not scared even though you probably should be. (you've been told that your survival instincts aren't very sharp.) the brain fog must also be a contributing factor, but even in spite of the thought of being kidnapped, you don't register any sense of imminent danger. just a growing perplexity because not everything has clicked into place yet.

your eyes notice a framed photo on the bedside table when the light catches on the glass. upon closer examination, you gasp sharply, because why the fuck is there a photo of your dog in this strange bedroom?!

oh wait.

okay.

thank fuck. you've been here before.

it's just kim seungmin's bedroom that you're in, and it's just kim seungmin's favorite baseball t-shirt that you're wearing.

after a moment of sitting by yourself in total dumbfounded silence, you venture out of the bedroom on unsteady legs - not even the good kind of wobbly legs that you wished you'd experienced as a result of a freaky night tangled up in the sheets - to find your friend in the kitchen with his back turned to you, hunched over something you can't see on the counter next to the sink.

you take a seat at the kitchen island, making sure to scrape the chair across the floor loudly to alert him of your presence. he turns around at the sound, a bit startled - cute - then throws a smile your way when he realizes who the intruder is.

"morning, sunshine," he chuckles upon seeing the disgruntled look on your face, courtesy of your stubborn headache. "sleep well?"

"i don't even remember what happened," you grumble, bypassing his question entirely. "why am i here? why didn't you take me home?"

"you wouldn't let me. you made me take you back to my place, then you practically demanded to sleep in my bed too," he tells you, filling a glass with water and handing it to you before turning back again to continue working on whatever task he was occupied with before you interrupted him. "thank god you didn't hurl."

you scoff, but you take a grateful sip of the water anyway. "you would've made me sleep on the couch?"

"yes." zero hesitation. motherfucker.

"and they say chivalry is dead."

"you'd be dead too if you had puked on my bed."

"i almost did. i woke up thinking i was kidnapped."

seungmin laughs, extending a hand to his right to grab a container of salt. you recognize it because it's part of the spice container set that you got him as a housewarming gift when he first moved into this apartment.

"would a kidnapper let you wear his favorite shirt and drool on his pillows?" he asks.

"i was practically blacked out. you could've thrown me a potato sack and i wouldn't have noticed."

"yeah, well, you wanted the shirt, so..."

for some reason, it makes you warm all over. though you still feel icky as hell from the night out, the soft material of his tee covering your body becomes more welcoming, makes you want to wrap yourself in the fabric even more.

you clear your throat, trying to dissolve the lump that forms in your throat upon hearing his words. the mischievous sun makes an appearance again, tiptoeing from the bedroom window to the kitchen window, sneaking through the cracks to saturate seungmin in a generous dose of golden light.

he turns around to face you once again, before you can think of anything else to say. he places a plate in front of you, and the sight leaves you a little taken aback. soft boiled eggs, already peeled and halved, sprinkled with your favorite sea salt.

"i don't think a kidnapper would get up early and google how to soft boil eggs either," he says with a casual shrug, but there's a hint of a smile there, tugging at his the corner of his lips.

"you had to google how to boil eggs?"

"soft boil eggs," he tuts, mildly offended that you'd think he's that incompetent in the kitchen. "because you like them."

he lets the smile take over completely now, the very second you feel heat rush to your cheeks.

"google said it takes six minutes, by the way."

permanent taglist: @onlyycb97wife @starsandrqindrops @borahae-reads @abbiestearsricochet @cutiespaghetti @anthropologykpopmultistan @moonlinos

#stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x you #seungmin fluff #seungmin scenarios #seungmin x reader #seungmin imagines #seungmin x you #stray kids #kim seungmin #seungmin

456 notes · View notes

lemonyko0 · 2 years

Text

Mr. Jeon: Possession

you think jungkook wants nothing to do with you after taking your virginity. he ignores you day by day until he pulls you in for a "detention". you're stupid enough to think this means he's changed his mind. instead, jungkook leaves you wanting more, again.

» genre: smut, mini series, some fluff and angst,

» description: y/n is very innocent and obtuse, no knowledge on anything sexual besides what mr. jeon teaches her. total simp, virgin! (not anymore lol) teacher x student relationship, sneaking, exhibitionism, edging, voyeurism, phone call;) mutual masturbation. (phew)

» word count: 4.3k

Part 2 | Masterpost

a week after losing my virginity to mr. jeon, i figured i'd earn some extra attention here and there, but he disappointed me everyday.

i'd play dumb, ask questions, lean in a little too close, even failed a test on purpose to earn myself a tutoring session, but once again he ignored my advances everytime.

i couldn't understand why he could be so sweet to me one day and turn it into nothingness the next.

“y/n! wait up-”

“no soojun, i'm busy.” he laughs and runs up to me, slinging an arm around me.

“you don't even know what i was going to ask you though.” he pouts.

i side eye him, “i told you, i'm not telling you what punishment mr. jeon gave me-”

“no no,” he interjects, “i've given up on you ever admitting he has favorites and didn't punish you at all, what i was going to ask is-”

“y/n, soojun.” a deeper, stronger voice appears a few feet away, attracting both of our attention to mr. jeon, walking slowly towards us.

i swear my eyes light at the sight of him and i feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. my mouth gapes at him, not having any words in the moment.

he notices and grins slightly, before looking at soojun. “sorry, you'll have to wait, y/n has a detention with me this afternoon.”

soojun’s face falls at his words, looking down towards the floor before ticking his head and awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “uh, okay, see you later then y/n.” i nod and don't even glance his way as i follow quietly in mr. jeon's footsteps. i hear another quiet, “i-i’ll call you.” from soojun as we enter the classroom.

i stand wordlessly in the doorway as he meanders back over to his desk. i take it upon myself to close the door and shut the blind but he prevents me, “leave it y/n.” the door about 3 inches from being shut and the blinds only ⅔ shut. this has me thinking he wants nothing to do with me anymore.

he chuckles, “disappointed, love?” i just stand with arms crossed, probably looking like a pouty child but i don't care. it's taking everything in me not to cry and ask why he's treating me this way, but i have too much pride to allow myself to be that way in front of him. he hums, “you're upset with me, please come sit.” he motions towards the seat in front of his desk. i do as told, still making it obvious i am unhappy and not bothering to look at him. “y/n, do you know why i pulled you aside today?”

i sigh and shake my head, looking at his desk and scanning the papers that litter it. “you know i don't appreciate your silence y/n, you're already on thin ice with me.”

i scowl and look up at him, “i'm on thin ice with you?” i scoff, “you've been unfair to me!”

despite my words being negative, he smiles, leaning over his desk to grab my hands. i try to pull away but he holds me taught, “i owe you an apology, princess.” he lifts my hand up to his lips and places a slow kiss onto it, staring at me deeply. “please forgive me for ignoring you, i was testing you.”

i frown at his words, “testing me how? for what?”

he leans back in his chair, “first, come here.” he motions to sit on his lap, and i look towards the door but he slams his fist on the table, “look at me, not the door.”

“b-but it's open, i don't want to get you into trouble-”

“you're sweet y/n,” he grins, “don't worry about it, come.” i do as asked and sit on his thigh. he draws circles on my exposed thigh, giving me flashbacks of what happened the last time i was on top of him.

i bite my lip and he grins, “what are you thinking about.” he asks, leaning so close to me i can feel his breath on my neck.

i shake my head, “n-nothing.”

“liar.” he slaps my thigh and i jump, “tell me the truth.”

i look into his eyes then back down to my hands, “i-i was thinking about, the last time i was here.” he hums, the hand resting on my back to steady me drops to my skirt, “be specific, what about the last time?” i whine and lean into him, hoping he would give into my pouting but i should've known better. “i'm losing my patience baby.”

i relent, taking the hand that was on my thigh and pulling it higher on my leg until his hand rests beside my panty line, “thinking about how good you made me feel. i-i don't know the words.”

his fingers dance where i placed his hand but never where i crave them, “that's okay baby, i'm here to teach you, remember?”

i nod and he grins, “let's start with last time. how did I make you come the first time, baby?” i reflect, “y-you took these off.” i motion towards my underwear and he nods, “go on.”

“t-then you had me sit on your thigh, like this.” i turn myself in his lap to straddle it like before, and he watches me with hooded eyes, slightly impressed by my willingness. “yes you did, then you came all over my thigh like a good girl. do you know what else they call that?”

i shake my head, only knowing terms he gave me. he smirks, “you could also say you orgasmed.” i repeat it back to him and he nods, “so you rode my thigh until you came.” i bite my lip and look down as i nod, “you're learning quickly, what next?”

“then you kissed me.” he ticks, “close, if you use tongue it's called making out, but that's more specific.”

i nod, “okay, we made out, then i touched you, and put your…” i trail off, truly only knowing the medical term for what he has.

he noses the side of my head gently, “need help?” i whine a yes and he grins, “you gave me head, or a blowjob, since you used your tongue baby.” i repeat after him and continue excitedly, “t-then you rewarded me!”

he smiles widely, “i did, what did i do to you?”

i pull his fingers up and play with them, “you used your fingers on me.”

he hums, “i did, you're close to the correct term.” i look at him in confusion, not putting two and two together, but he finds my ignorance attractive, “i fingered you princess, got you all stretched and ready for my dick didn't i?”

i rub my thighs together unconsciously and hum in agreeance, “lastly we had sex! i know that one.”

he grins and grants me a kiss as a reward, “correct, or you could say we fucked. that's the more modern, slang term.”

i smile and wiggle eagerly in his lap, “can you teach me more?” i lean in to kiss his pretty lips but he backs away with a smirk.

“so desperate.”

he makes fun of me and i whine, “please mr. jeon~ i-i can feel it.”

“feel what baby?”

i furrow my brows and mewl, leaning into him and sneakily kissing his neck, “f-feel it here.” i move his hand to my center, over my panties and he shifts in his seat.

“feel hot there? anything else?”

he continues to let me kiss and nip at his neck as much as i please, “l-like, throbbing? almost, i don't know.”

he lets out a quiet groan at my answer, “i make you feel that way?” i hum positively in response and he chuckles, “you really are so desperate for me baby. need me so bad you're practically jumping on me.” he draws slow circles on my panties and i moan quietly into his ear, showing my praise for his actions after days of ignorance.

“please mr. jeon i-i’ll take anything you give me just help me.”

“oh i'd love to help you baby. i’d love to watch you come slowly and hard on my fingers just like this, watch you soak your panties and tease you more until you're begging for me to fuck you.” he leans over me as if he’ll kiss me but he never does. “but you need to be punished.”

i pout at him, “punished for what? i-i did exactly what you told me-”

“you need rules baby. i figured they'd go unsaid but you're just too stupid aren't you?”

i shake my head defensively, “not stupid.”

he smiles, “you've been acting like a brat. rule number one, no flirting with me during class. you can approach me if i'm alone, but otherwise don't.”

“but mr. jeon-” i cry.

“no buts, and let me finish.” he pushes harder against my underwear making me whimper, effectively silencing me. “rule number two: my word is law to you. do as i say, be rewarded. act out, be punished. very simple right?” i hum, losing myself in the way he's touching me but he doesn't mind as long as i'm listening. “rule number three: no flirting with or dating other boys.”

“mhm.”

he scoffs, “that includes soojun.”

“mhmm”

“you know he's got a crush on you, don't you baby?” i shake my head, “no, he's a friend.”

he laughs, “he stares at you inappropriately in gym class, caught him talking about you to the other boys.”

“n-no, not him.” he moves my panties to the side and circles my clit underneath my clothes.

“you calling me a liar?” i quickly shake my head before letting it fall back and shutting my eyes, “he was very vocal about his plan to take your virginity baby. he wanted to take you on a date, make you his girlfriend and dump you as soon as he dumped his load in you. not so friendly is he?”

i moan in response to his finger dipping into my entrance to tease me, “i-i believe you. i'll stay away.”

he hums, “i don't think he will just because you tell him to, i think we need to do something about him baby.”

“l-like what?”

he grins mischievously, removing his hand from under my skirt and putting his fingers in my mouth, “lick.” i do as told and clean them off for him before he removes them, letting his hand stray down my chest and shirt to dry before searching his desk, “is this your phone?” i nod, “open it.” i tell him the password and he begins searching, pauses, then looks at me with a grin. “baby, have you ever touched yourself?”

i repeat his words questioningly, “l-like how? everyone touches themselves like all day.”

he laughs at my response, “not literally. that's another term for you then, i'll teach you. do to yourself what i was just doing to you. touch your clit, finger yourself.” i begin to slowly and unsurely move a hand down, “spit on your fingers first, get them wet.”

i do as told and try to mimic what he was doing to me moments before. it takes me a minute to get the hang of it, and it begins to feel good, like my tummy's getting tighter.

“good job, feels good doesn't it baby?” i let my head fall back and my moans slip past my lips, completely oblivious to what he's doing.

“n-not as good as you.” i tell him honestly.

i hear him chuckle, “never will be. you wanna try to fit a finger in?” i do as told, cautiously slipping a finger in myself much easier than i thought i could. “made yourself so wet baby, can you hear it?” i hum, feeling how slick i was on my own digit as i slip it in and out of me but it isn't enough.

“c-can i try two?”

“of course baby, go ahead.”

i slide another in, stretching my walls and running against them much harder than just one did. i moan at the feeling, “f-feels so good mr. jeon.”

he grins, “i'm sure it does baby, i can see your little hole leaking every time you go deeper. go as far as you can baby, don't be afraid to curl your fingers.”

i mewl and take his instruction, blissfully unaware of the photographs he's taking of me fucking myself and sending them to soojun with a threatening message, that i'm taken, and a mention of these to anyone will result in jail time for pornography, and talking to me again will result in a pricey hospital visit. “that'll do it.” i hum, “nothing baby, tell me when you're close to finishing.”

i nod, “f-finishing, feel so close.”

he watches me like a starved man, “move your hands away.” i whine and shake my head, begging him to let me continue as i'm almost done. “don't make me repeat myself.”

i whimper and let my hand go limp. he grins down at me, moving my panties back over myself and patting my behind as he sits up from his seat.

he then begins to organize the papers on his desk, packing things into his bag, and slinging it over his shoulder before turning to me. “today i taught you how to touch yourself, and not allowing you to finish is called edging. this is one form of punishment when you break my rules.”

i nod, hot and bothered and rather pissed off and embarrassed. “s-so you're not going to touch me anymore?”

he shakes his head, “not today, and another rule, you're not allowed to touch yourself either unless i tell you otherwise.” i open my mouth to whine but he silences me, “shut up, i'll give you this phone number, this is how you can contact me after school hours, but don't abuse it and don't spam me.”

i take the tiny piece of paper gratefully. he leans down and places a slow kiss to my lips before whispering to me, “behave well, and you'll be rewarded. easy enough?”

i nod eagerly, “yes mr. jeon.”

as soon as i got home i threw my things down in my room and crashed onto my bed, pulling out the piece of paper excitedly before rolling onto my stomach with a smile.

i decided if i texted him before i did my work he'd probably be upset with me, so i spent a few hours haphazardly doing my work before changing into my pjs, which is just a long pink shirt, my underwear (a new pair) and fuzzy socks, before picking up my phone again.

when i opened my messages i noticed soojun at the top of my list, with a text i didn't remember sending.

my body went cold when i saw it, never having seen anything so lewd in my life, let alone it being of myself. i quickly exit the chat and permanently delete it.

my heart races as i type the phone number in and hear it ring. and it drulls on for what seems like eternity before his familiar voice picks up.

“hello?”

“u-uh hi!”

he laughs quietly, “y/n.” he says as a statement, knowing me so well.

“yes.” i giggle at myself.

“couldn't even wait a day could you?” i hum negatively, and he asks what i'm up to, leaving me room to tell him i finished all of my schoolwork and was thinking about him. “adorable. did you see i took care of your problem?”

“y-you mean soojun?” i ask solemnly.

“yes baby. did you see yourself? god the only thing i regret is not sending them to myself. you looked heavenly.” i bite my lip and stay silent over the phone. “why so quiet my love?”

i shake my head, “nothing. i miss you.”

he grins, “how bad?”

i whine, setting my phone down on speaker as i roll around my bed, “sooo bad mr. jeon.”

he hums, “how about you call me jungkook, only out of school.”

i giggle, “okay, jungkook~”

i hear him chuckle, “wish i could see you say it.” i don't respond, not having anything to really say to that and completely content just to hear him quietly over the phone. “i have an idea y/n.”

“hmm? what.”

“if you miss me so bad, i'll make you a promise.” he pauses, making me beg him to continue, “i promise i'll give you what you want next time i see you, when we’re alone of course, if you do something for me now.”

i play with my hair and cross my ankles, “i think i'd do anything you asked me to.”

he quietly groans at my words, “perfect then. open up your camera.”

i'm lost but i do as he says, “okay, done.”

“lay down on your bed, up against your pillows, on your back.”

i hop around in my bed, getting into the exact position he described, “okay!” i chirp, getting excited even if i have no clue what's going on.

“now make sure your camera can see your pretty body, your stomach and legs.”

“okay,” i say wearily, “it can.”

“what are you wearing baby?”

“my pjs.” i reply.

he scoffs, “tell me specifically, idiot.”

i frown at the name, “i-im wearing a pink shirt, it's big on me, a-and panties, and some socks.”

“no pants?”

my head shakes, “no, no pants. not comfy.”

he hums, “perfect. hit record now.”

“okay, it's started.”

“okay baby, can you pull your shirt up for me? show the camera your pretty panties.”

i struggle with only one hand, lifting my hips and sliding my shirt up to still cover my chest, leaving my tummy and underwear visible. “done.”

“perfect, remember earlier today in the classroom? when you were sitting on my lap?” i hum affirmatively, letting my free hand rest near my crotch, reminding myself of his last rule: not to touch myself unless he says i can.

“how did you feel when i was playing with you baby? my hand playing with your pretty pussy. felt good didn't it?”

i sigh and moan at the memory, “yeah, you always make me feel so good.”

“bet you wanted me to do more, like last time right? what was your favorite part.” i let my hand roam around my body, knowing my lower body was off limits so i let my hand go into my shirt and grab my boob, slightly moaning at my own action, and this catches his attention, “are you touching yourself? you know that's against the rules.” he sounds pissed and i quickly deny it.

"n-no! mm not, was touching everywhere but there i promise."

“where's your hand right now baby?”

“i-in my shirt.”

he pauses for a moment, “you touching your chest baby?” i hum affirmatively and he laughs, “i'll let it pass since you're too stupid to know your nipples are sensitive too, that feels good doesn't it?”

“so good.” i mewl, “b-but if it's against the rules i'll stop.”

“no need, i'll allow it for now, in the future when i say you can't touch yourself your boobs are included though.” he scoffs at me like i'm the dumbest person he's ever met, and i probably am.

“okay, thank you jungkook.”

“you're welcome baby, now answer my question.”

“my favorite part? hmm. i liked it all.” i giggle, continuing to play with my chest and allow every little sound to play into the microphone for only him to hear.

“of course you did, pick a favorite.”

“i guess, i liked riding your thigh, that's the word right?”

“mhm, good job baby. why is that your favorite?”

“i don't know, liked the way you looked at me, made me feel good.”

he laughs, “you just like my attention.”

i smile, “yeah i do. don't care how i get it or what you do to me.”

he groans, “you're perfect baby, go ahead and put a hand in your panties for me.”

“y-you want me to touch myself?”

“do it.” i hum an okay and let my hand travel from my chest to my underwear, then dipping my hand underneath them, and moaning as soon as i circle my wetness.

“you sound gorgeous, are you wet baby?”

“mmm really really wet.”

he moans, and i hear zipping on his end followed by rustling of clothes? maybe sheets. “a-are you gonna touch yourself too jungkook?”

“don't worry about what i'm doing. you have my full permission to touch yourself, just be sure it's on video okay.”

“mhm, video, it's just for you right?”

“yes baby, it's all for me, just like you.”

i draw circles on my clit like he told me to last time, letting little whines slip past my mouth and saying his name, “all yours, only yours to touch.”

he moans in response, “yeah you are. took your virginity n now you're obsessed with me. you're so fucking desperate for me princess. aren't you?”

“mhmm. do anything you want jungkook.” he chuckles and i can finally hear him touching himself on the other end of the line, but i don't say anything. too focused on applying more pressure and drawing faster, bigger, circles.

“fuck princess, you getting a good shot of your hands in your panties?”

“mhmm, w-want me to take my underwear off?”

he groans in response, “fuck please.” i eagerly slide them off and let the camera get a good view in between my thighs. “are they off?”

“yes.”

“good, spread your legs real wide, let me see how wet you are for me.”

“mhm, all of it because of you.”

“now play with yourself again.”

i do as told, going back to what i was doing before but with much more ease and intensity now that i'm not restricted by anything.

“f-fuck jungkook.” i mewl to him, feeling that knot in my tummy like i'm gonna pee.

“yes baby?” he groans in response, “you close princess?”

“y-yes.”

“finger yourself and don't you dare come until i tell you to.”

i move my hand down and let two fingers slide right in, moaning loudly at the sensation, not worried about anyone hearing me. “i-im doing it.” i breathe out.

“get me a good view of that baby.”

“yes sir.” i say unconsciously, not knowing it's music to his ears, his eyes are closed, his head thrown back as he pictures me, shirt ridden up, panties wrapped above my knees as they knock into each other as i have my fingers in myself.

“you're doing perfect baby, can you add another finger?”

“t-three?” i ask, “i don't think it'll fit two feels so tight-”

“do it for me please baby, remember how stretched out you felt when i was fucking you? felt good didn't it?”

“y-yeah you felt good. so big, m-my fingers aren't enough.”

he chuckles breathlessly, “i know they're not, you'll have me in you again soon enough.”

i add the third finger cautiously, embracing the way it hardly fits and my body tightens around it and i have to moan, “jungkook, fuck, i can't wait.”

“tell me more baby, i'm so close.”

“i'm imagining it's you touching me. wish you were here so bad.”

“f-fuck, what would you do if i was?” he sounds as if he's speaking through gritted teeth.

“i-i’d have to touch you, have to have you in me again i-i can't wait any longer.” i whimper, my fingers curling inside me feeling so deliciously rough and i know i won't last longer. “j-jungkook please i'm gonna come.”

“fuck, go ahead baby, let me hear you.” i have a death grip on the phone as i take one last glance at the screen to make sure i'm still plenty in view before allowing my head to fall and my hips rut as i finally release, letting out a plethora of serenades just for jungkook’s ears.

he cusses and lets out a final, long groan. then all we can hear from each other is our breathing.

i'm the first to speak, “c-can i stop recording?”

he takes a moment, “not yet, pull your fingers out, let the camera see how ruined you are.” im not sure what he means by that but i show him my soaked fingers and why the aftermath looks like.

“okay, now can i?”

“yes baby, you can turn it off.”

i hit the big red button one last time and sigh. “i'll send it to you.”

he chuckles, “not even curious what i'll do with it?”

i smile dopily, “i mean, you don't want me to see other boys so i guess you're only gonna use it right?”

“that's partly true. what if i did send it to someone else?”

i hum, “i-i really only want you to see it, but if it means a punishment i'd rather you send it to someone else.”

“good answer.” he's content with that answer, and tells me to take a shower and goodnight before he hangs up on me.

instead of being mad at the harsh end i focus on him telling me to take care of myself and goodnight.

jungkook’s pov

i hang up on her and sigh. letting myself rest in my chair and contemplate what ive gotten myself into.

my phone pings and i read the text.

do we have a deal, or what?

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚

thank u very much for reading this! if you'd like a little reminder for when the next part is out you can request to be in my taglist by filling out the doc linked in my masterlist :) hope u all have a great day <3 - ara

masterlist | taglist

658 notes · View notes

sanityshorror · 7 months

Note

Aside from ASF, what are some of your favorite extreme horror films?

This reminded me, I've actually been meaning to make an extreme horror film tier meme thing lol.

I actually talk about other extreme horror films very often, but I guess ASF becomes what you're known for when people don't understand the reason I watch extreme horror over Hollywood horror. The reason is because I WANT to be disturbed, horrified, and feel uncomfortable when consuming horror media. So with that said. I'm going to list some of my favs that I recommend as well for people who are interested in getting into extreme horror or have yet to see.

Warning SPOLERS

Irreversible is absolutely one of my top extreme horror films. It's an absolute masterpiece and I feel like it truly portrays the reality and trauma and effects of sexual assault. As a victim, I appreciate traumatic things like SA being portrayed realistically, because it's important for people to understand the full extent of the suffering a victim experiences.

Cannibal Holocaust, as stereotypical as that may sound to say, my reasons are probably deeper than one would expect. I appreciate the film because of the political commentary, how it essentially flips what one goes in expecting on its head by showing that the group of Americans who go to make the documentary are actually the true monsters. I also think it's very impressive (and rather rare) to find extreme horror that delivers such a kick to gut without using or heavily focusing on child abuse. I think Irreversible is great for the same reason. The kick to the gut is much more out of left field given how much child abuse is used as a trope.

Trauma (2017) [nicknamed A Chilean Film]. I went into this blind and OH LORD I WILL ADMIT I WAS CAUGHT OFF GUARD AND EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE MORE THAN ONCE. definitely lived up to the nickname it's been given. There's an endurance test scene that is Irreversible tier and the fact the girl puts the gun in her mouth after experiencing that (only to be shot by Juan instead), shows how truly horrifically SA affects victims. I also appreciate the fact that Juan's own trauma was shown in flashbacks, giving an explanation but not an excuse of how he ended up the way he did. The end scene smacked me like the hand of God. Its a movie that does a good job at showing the cycle of abuse.

Salo, I wouldn't say is one of my top extreme horror films, but I'd say it's a must watch at least once. The commentary on fascism being horrid... 🙏

Now, this last one I'm going to mention, is not extreme horror but by far the movie that has left me the most disturbed and to this day: Threads (1984) you will be left very, very, very numb and never quite the same: "You cannot win a nuclear war!" -Threads, before nuclear war.

On a final note, I also am looking forward to rewatching August Underground again soon, I haven't seen it in YEARS and it's recently been officially distributed by the AMAZING @unearthed-films !!!

Psst if y'all like extreme horror books, you should check out The Man with the Scarred Neck (splatterpunk genre) you won't be disappointed ;) (I don't apologize for mentioning this)

#extreme horror #a serbian film #irreversible #cannibal holocaust #trauma (2017)#120 days of sodom #threads 1984 #august underground #unearthed films #horror #horror movies #horror movie recs #splatterpunk #the man with the scarred neck

45 notes · View notes

hyungseos-cafe · 21 days

Text

Pairing: Ex-best friend!Sunwoo x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning(s): Umm?? Get ready to fight Sunwoo 👊👊 He's a wee bit manipulative here.

Word count: 1.1k+

Summary: Sunwoo + Jealousy? Impossible! Sunwoo watches his friendship with you crumbles before him as he refuses to believe his jealousy got the better of him. Is he able to hold it all together or does he let you fall through the cracks of his ego?

A/n: I don't really remember why, but this idea suddenly popped into my mind like?? Idk a few months ago and honestly I'm kinda shocked I actually finished this idea in less than two months lol

┊⋆ ˚✯✩. Songs to listen to while reading: Wish You Well - Jeff Bernet, Heather - Conan Gray, Good Grief - Sky .✩✯⋆ ˚ ┊

Taglist: @deoboyznet @zzoguri @from-izzy @quaissants (aka the biggest sunwoo enthusiasts🤌 i hope it’s okay if i tagged you 🥺)

You, the literal definition of perfect sitting in front of me, blinding me from the world. You were my world… Until our argument… Which I kind of started, but that’s besides the point. We never fight, so when we do, things don’t always end pretty. This is one of the cases where it all went sour and unfortunately I don’t know if we can recover.

“Sunwoo, what’s your problem? Can I not live my own life too?”

“I– I didn’t say you couldn’t”

“You said I shouldn’t have friends because they wouldn’t be able to take care of me like you. Are you saying you’re perfect? I don’t want perfect friends, I want friends that are human, Sunwoo”

“I didn’t say I was perfect! I just don’t want you hanging around them”

That was when all hell broke loose; shoes, pens, vases and even clothes were thrown around Sunwoo’s room. Truthfully there was nothing wrong with those friends you had, I just felt like you were slowly replacing me with them and I got insecure, but of course I would never tell you that, because why would I?

“Oh so there’s a ‘them’ now? I can’t believe you Sunwoo! You have friends of your own too and I don’t say anything about them! Why is it suddenly different when I have my own friends? Are you j–”

“For the last time, I am not fucking jealous or whatever the fuck you want to call it! I just don’t like your friends, okay?”

“See, you are jealous. Simple”

You gathered your things and started heading towards the door, sadness painted all over your face. I couldn’t bear to look at you, I even missed your silent “Bye Sunwoo” as you slowly shut the door to never come back.

We’re just friends I kept reminding myself, but if we’re just friends, why does it hurt so much to let you go then? It felt like a void was suddenly created in my heart. Everywhere I look reminds me of you. You always liked the plump blueberries, the smaller ones were too sour and you always ate your cereal before it got soggy. Your lattes always had an extra pump of sweetener and your sweaters all had little holes in them from your cat.

Three months, that’s how long it’s been since our argument. I haven’t been on social media these three months because your face was everywhere. We still had mutual friends you hangout with and every once in a while I would receive a message from them asking what happened between us. I didn’t have the heart to tell them I got jealous. Honestly, I had nothing to be jealous of since they were good people. They were always looking after you and would call me if anything went wrong.

You would think three months isn’t a short amount of time, but in these three months I learned one of two things. One, you got a promotion and would be sent to the next city to work the lead role of your company. Two, you moved out of your apartment into the city last month and decided not to tell me.

I know I shouldn’t be surprised considering how poorly we left things, but I think it may be for the best. I just can’t help, but feel bad with how I treated them. I shouldn’t’ve been jealous, but I was and that’s unfortunately where I’m at now. I’m alone in my own thoughts, the thoughts that pushed them away, the thoughts that cost me my friendship.

It’s now 6 months now that you left when I received a postcard from you in the mail. It’s a photo of you and… Someone else, you look happy. My heart sank with guilt and remorse as I flipped over the card.

“Hey Sunwoo! Sorry I left so abruptly, but I got promoted to a new position and was transferred to a new branch in the company. I also met someone, they’re really sweet; kind of reminds me of you! I hope you’ve been well! I’m actually flying back to see some old friends and if you’re free, i’d love to see you”

I was conflicted, why would you of all people want to see me? I left things on such a sour note and yet you want to see me? It’s now a few hours before I am meeting up with you. We arranged to meet at our favorite cafe, the one where we shared all our deepest secrets, yet the biggest one I hid from you is my love for you.

“Sunwoo, you look good”

“Thanks, you too”

I forced my response because just moments before I saw you, you were holding hands with someone else. Someone that should’ve been me, but alas, I was too late and my ego blinded me from what was in front of me this whole time.

“Thank you for meeting me here today, I was worried you wouldn’t show up. I mean considering everything”

“What do you mean by everything?” You sat there confused, did I say the wrong thing?

“Sunwoo, you were jealous. Were you not?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“So you were jealous… Cool, I don’t need to know anything else since you clearly don’t care about me and what we went through”

You rolled your eyes and began to get up from your seat, but I couldn’t let you go, not this time. I suddenly got the courage to reach over and gently pull your wrist back.

“Wait!” I got up and continued to hold onto your wrist as we exited the cafe.

“I’m giving you two minutes Sunwoo so you better spill or I’m leaving” You crossed your arms as you turned your head, leaning on the exterior of the cafe.

“Just hear me out, okay? I wasn’t jealous I– I just…” My thoughts suddenly left me which put a disdained expression on your face.

“See! You’re just proving my point Sunwoo. You were jealous. End of story, I’m leaving now” You began to turn around, heading to the end of the street before turning and walking up the hill to where you were staying.

“No! Please! Just hear me out!” I was out of breath having run up the hill, but you didn’t stop.

There was no point. I fucked up, I couldn’t find the words to tell you how much life you added back into me. You were the light of my life and yet, I put yours out. Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore. You were my person, the person I went to for advice, the person I went to for comfort, but now I have to comfort myself.

All those years of friendship are now over since I tossed everything to the side because I couldn’t suck up my jealousy. I never imagined myself to be the jealous type, but with you, you were different. I thought– No. I think– I don’t know. I have to find my own happiness, to find my own drive and maybe when you’re ready, we could be friends again.

Until then, I’ll walk on my own.

#hyungseos-cafe #deoboyznet #brown sugar ube iced coffee with oat milk #the boyz #the boyz scenarios #the boyz angst #angst #the boyz sunwoo #tbz sunwoo #kim sunwoo #order status: complete

12 notes · View notes

sugarwithtea · 1 year

Note

hiiiiii i would like to request 8 & 12 from the angst list (i'm sorry!) and you can pick whatever ship your heart desires congrats on your milestone bby!

deluded | kth

you walk into your home, only to find your boyfriend wrapped up in the arms of someone else, on your own bed, causing you to realize how you were being deluded into believing the truth of your relationship.

pairing : taehyung x reader

rating / genre : nc-17 // angst, infidelity au

word count : 1.4k

warnings : cheating, swearing, crying, gaslighting for a second but oc is strong 💪🏻

note : thankyou jess!! i am so late lol but i loved the idea! hope you like it! also, it's unedited 😭 prompt — “You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?” & “You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.” from this list

masterlist

The sky is overcast with clouds, ready to pour anytime now. Just like you, it's on the verge of tears.

"I, I can explain–"

"What?" you spit out, cutting him off.

It's so funny, that after just a two week long business trip, you return home– to surprise your boyfriend, but are met with him woven in your silk sheets, pleasuring someone else. It's laughable, how blind you have been. Obviously this wouldn't have been his first time, right? Because the girl looked so familiar.

How could you not recognise your own coworker, whom you had almost called your best friend?

"What are you going to explain? That it was a mistake?" your voice gets louder as you drop your bag on the floor and walk towards him, "Was it a mistake, hm, Taehyung? Were you not fucking her on my bed?"

You had twisted the lock open, faint noises greeting you right at the threshold of your home. That very moment had you raising your walls and walking cautiously. It was in plain sight– the door wasn't shut closed, infact open, because of course there was no intruder expected.

You hadn't dropped your bag, or screamed, or even ran away. You had simply stood there and cleared your throat, because apparently, their sounds were too loud to register the clicking of the lock or the steps you had taken into your broken relationship, your broken heart.

Taehyung doesn't give you an answer, his tan torso littered with marks– marks that weren't made by your lips, but by someone else's. His head hangs low, and you have this sudden urge to slap him, to grab his hair and make him look at you, look at the damage he has done.

"Are you going to speak?" your voice booms around the apartment – no longer your home. No, it lost that privilege the moment your boyfriend had defiled it by even thinking of going back on you. The sound waves echo off the walls, seeping back into your skin, and filling your veins with a new found energy.

The energy to get the fuck away from this man.

His eyes meet yours as he raises his head, but still, his mouth is zipped. There's a glint in his caramel eyes, one that threatens to spill out. You could drown in them, lose yourself in his eyes, but the red marks blooming to a darker shade are way too evident for you to step wrong. You can't risk falling again.

You can't risk being deluded again.

Your steps are quick as you walk towards him. He looks up, ready to anticipate anything and everything from you, but you step around him and head to your bedroom. Not your– the bedroom. Your face automatically forms a grimace as soon as you step into it, throwing your closet open and grabbing all the clothes and belongings you find first, stuffing them in a small suitcase which you had grabbed from the side. You'll come later for other things. Right now you just need to get out.

Thunder rumbles outside of the window, and your head snaps towards the direction, albeit not able to see the window, but still able to feel the misery, the feeling of the loud rumble all too well. You don't even know what you are feeling. It's like you have went numb, just taking the steps your brain tells you to take, so you don't wake up in a worse state of misery. You want to cry, you want to shout, you want to throw your precious vase at his head– but you can't get yourself to do that, or anything for that matter. Your heart has broken and already shrunk into nothingness, so void of feelings that you feel … nothing.

You fumble for your phone, to ask your best friend Momo if you can crash at her place, and as soon as you unlock it, Taehyung's hand touches your arm, making you freeze.

"Y/N, please. Don't." his voice wavers and you wanna ask him, why? Climbing on the top of the tallest building, you wanna shout at him, that why did he do that? Were you that inefficient? Were you that unlovable? Were you that insignificant for him that he had been so quick to find solace in someone else's arms, all while you were still there and trying?

You take a deep breath, none of your turmoil reflecting in your well leveled voice,

"Please don't say that. I am so sorry."

“You broke me, Taehyung. You ruined everything we had and– for what?” you don't break, no. That would be weak. So what if it's almost four years of love vanishing into nothingness, so what if your heart will now always have a hole shaped like his form. So what? You can definitely live with it, survive the rest of your life, very well, of course.

Now this, irks you.

"A sorry won't make you go back in the past and change your fucking mind. So keep this act to yourself, and save the words for the girl who just ran out of here," you grab your bag and rush out of the bedroom, hints of tears lining your eyelids, before you speak again, "That is, if she is the one you are going to now."

He steps in front of you, blocking the main door from your view.

"I wasn't sleeping with multiple people."

"Doesnt make me feel any better, you asshole." Deep breaths, that's what you tell yourself. You really need to save your energy, especially if you have to drive all the way to your friend's house with a broken heart in a broken weather.

"I didn't mean it tha-"

"Save it." you sniffle, and step around him, yet again. Still better than the way he had stepped all over your heart, your love and your devotion. You are still, and will always be better than him.

Always.

"Save it for when I come back here to grab the rest of my things, Taehyung. Because after a five hour flight, I don't have the energy left to fight you." you grab your keys and don't look back at him.

"So you are just letting go this easily? It's like you aren't even affected by this." you pause as his tone suddenly, changes? What the actual fuck? Does he think you are the one to be blamed here? Does he know how he has ruined any and every thing for you, atleast in the foreseeable future? This has to be the most ridiculous thing he has ever said.

You let out a snort, "You are going lower than I ever expected you to."

It's like those words of yours bring him back to his senses (if there were any left) and he pleads, "No, sorry. I am- I didn't mean to say that."

"You never mean anything. Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" you unlock the door and swing it open, not even bothering to listen to him. One of your legs is already out of the apartment when he speaks again.

"Yes, yes I did. I did mean it, please." At this point, it's starting to get annoying. This man has nothing else to say except please? No explanations, no … nothing? It's like he is stuck on that one key while typing, and it prints the same letter without any breaks. Like he has speared your heart with a knife and is not able to pull it out, so is just twisting it more, trying.

You completely step out of the apartment, your suitcase in tow– and this time, he doesn't stop you. You laugh low. Even he is tired of the constant forward and backward game, tired of acting as if he was in that game in the first place, as if he cares for you anymore.

It's when you turn around to look at him, and your old home for the last time that you say the thing which has been haunting you, and will live in the nooks and crevices of your hollow heart forever.

“You really were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I mean that.”

The first tear falls down in tandem with the first raindrop landing on your cheek as you step in the parking lot, the sky hiding your misery with its own.

— hii. i wrote this so quick at night. I'll definitely go over it in the morning again lol. but in the meantime, i like it. 😉

🧸 please let me know what you think of this by reblogs, comments and asks, as feedback is highly appreciated as always. 🤍 (also, no taglist for requests)

140 notes · View notes

jamrockshuffle · 7 months

Text

tes·ta·ment noun a: a tangible proof or tribute b: an expression of conviction

spotify link / image credit

izzy hands playlist; annotations, tracklist, and details under the cut

Updated 10/16/2023: literally so much manchester orchestra towards the end. but it's MY playlist I'll do what I want

A lot of kind of emotional, dark, passionate ed/izzy in this. So just keep that in mind :) This playlist was started last year. I think all of the songs fit still, but if you're looking for the more season 2 oriented content, I will mark the songs added since it aired. Hope you enjoy! It's nearly six hours I think I have a disease.

As per the uzsh the genres run the gambit. don't say I didn't warn you - All This Time / The Beta Machine

When you rose up this morning Did you take it for granted That I'd be there when you woke? That I'd still be there when you woke? [...] If you want me to adore you Better get up off the floor now I've said all I've had to say But maybe there's some better way

- Lost at Sea / Kellermensch

The war is over and I lost I learned the hard way not to trust It's getting easier every day To watch you slip further away

- You Should Have Known I'd Leave / Vast

Love is cold Love is blind Love is a sea And I don't know what you want But I know it's not me

- Blown Minded / Young Galaxy

In my heart I have lived without aught It's been the war of attrition Between a small-minded fool And sublime intuition

- Breathe / Puscifer

honestly lads I don't know what to say it just goes ok sorry

- Holy My Hand / UNKLE

- Touched / Vast

The razors and the dying roses Plead I don't leave you alone The demi-gods and hungry ghosts Oh god, god knows I'm not at home I'll never find someone quite like you, again I'll never find someone quite like you, again

- The Rat / Dead Confederate

This fucking song. I added it over a year ago but holy shit, has season 2 made it that much crazier. Honestly the entire song is just so... i don't even know what to tell ya tbh I would paste the whole song here if I could Shoot from the back And take good aim Make sure I'm dead Bang Bang 'Cause I'm a rat There's no mistake Under the bed Where you sleep Crush the skull And make me tame Sweep it up Hide it away No morals shown In no way explained Stupid human Shit for brains I am going feral over this song and how it slides in so neatly for season 2 so far (as of posting this, episode 3) I'll follow you Into the grave And at the gates I see the passing say "The judge be judged And all the wretched be saved" I throw my curse All across your days <3 ty for coming to my ted talk

- Lovesong / Snake River Conspiracy

might be a little controversial since it's a cover of the original by the cure, but this is more the kind of music I tend to listen to so that's what's in the playlist lol.

- Structure of Love II (Renholdër Remix) / VOWWS

Take a look at me now Have I disappeared? Is this the structure of love? Are you in here? I can't get you out of my mind Your love is so hard to define

- Tusk / Fleetwood Mac

I've said it before, I'll say it again. PERFECT edizzy song. If you think this is a stede/ed song you're wrong get the fuck outta here

- Bleak / Death Machine

Hold my breath Known I am one of the walking dead you say In my chest, there is a bombing It's made of flesh it's made of flesh

- The End Is Begun / 3

Watch what you say Words can be heard from your grave Pluck from a fist full of straws You cannot resist your tragic flaws And you said what you said That I'd be better off dead Than be fed into the furnace Of the monster Shall I cry, shall I die Shall I be shot through the sky As I fly into the furnace Of the monster

- Breadwinner / BEA1991

- Martyr / Roniit, Saint Mesa

Drop all your hunger, kill your dues So give me shelter, give me proof I'll be the martyr and the muse All of your sorrow, I'll consume

- Man Overboard / Puscifer

- Ennoea / Keluar

- Complicated End Times / O'Brother

You can try and measure what I do By the sweat in my brow But you don’t know a thing about me You want to snuff the fire out

- Goliath / Woodkid

A sustained heart pain and a dark fever How did I get fooled by such a savage curse? The more I forgive you, the more it backfires Now you're dancing through the smoke like nothing else matters

- Beat And The Pulse / Austra

- Spellwork / Austra

I work alone saving my soul If yesterday hurts, tomorrow is worse Send me a sign, for my body's aligned I'm ready to waste all my limbs and my face My pores are wide open And bleed for your potion Spellwork and lies

- Feral Love / Chelsea Wolfe

Your eyes black like an animal Black like an animal Crossing the water Lead them to die

- Drift / So Below

Even if you change your mind It doesn't have to mean that it's over Even when the moment's gone I feel the same Even when you bite your tongue It doesn't have to mean that it's over Even if it all goes wrong I feel the same way, hey

- Dancer in the Dark / Scratch Massive

Where did you go? My mind is gone I'm dancing in the dark Just silent and grey It's just silent and grey

- The More I Sleep, The Less I Dream / We Were Promised Jetpacks

I lost all hope I left it with someone, some time, somewhere ago And I picture it now The house on the hill, with nobody wandering around And I cry like hell I'm hugging the floor and pretending there's somebody else The more I sleep The less I dream The closer I feel Oh my word I'm nothing but a curse Oh my word I'm nothing but a-

- Ship in a Bottle / fin

Oh, captain, let's make a deal Where we both say the things that we both really feel I feel scared and I'm starting to sink And I only sink deeper the deeper I think

- Toma / Puscifer

Stole my patience, stole my pride Snatched the rhythm from my stride Kicked my certainty up the middle Knocked the wind out of my romantic side Hopes and wishes set aflame What's your purpose here, whatcha hope to gain? Took my dignity, you took my dignity Burned a lover so earned an enemy

- The Shore / Woodkid

I walked all day along the shore I was made for loving you I drown my pain in alcohol How could you feel the same way too? My feet will not walk anymore So I guess you ought to know the truth I wonder what I am made for If I'm not meant to be with you

- Restless (16BL Remix) / UNKLE, Josh Homme

Well, I'm all restless but I don't care You don't like me much, well, me neither You go read my mind like some kind of God You live, let's have you trippin' on the same one you lost

- Ship To Wreck / Florence + The Machine

And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I said? I can't help but pull the earth around me to make my bed And, ah, my love remind me, what was it that I did? Did I drink too much? Am I losing touch? Did I build a ship to wreck?

- Lies / CHVRCHES

Always, we can sing, we can make time Old songs, flood and flame, you could be mine But you got to show me both knees, skin and bone Clothe me, throw me, move me 'til I can sell you lies You can't get enough Make a true believer of Anyone, anyone, anyone I can call you up If I feel alone I can feed your dirty mind Like I know, like I know what you want

- The End / The Beta Machine

A million miles away from you this time I'll do what it takes I'm on my way If lines are in the sand I'll go under If I can make it in time I will bring you back with me If all that's left of you is in my head This is more than a bad dream The end of all I know

- Jealous Sea / MEG MYERS

This whole song... like bruh lmfao Everything's right, everything's wrong When you call my name I can't handle the thought of always being gone When I'm wearing this ring And I want to go out, I want to get drunk Being in love and I don't want to fight But nothing makes sense anymore And I don't think I can stop the jealousy When it comes, it comes like waves and I can't breathe And I don't think I can stop the jealousy When it runs, it runs like lightening through my teeth I want you to tell me what to do I want you to tell me what you need When you look at me like you do Don't leave, I just can't get enough I just can't get enough

- Holy Water / Zippermouth

I don't want you to save me from the demons only you seem to see But don't you dare take my pride away and strip me of my sanity I'm calling all of you out I'm calling out of you in To the party of unnatural sin And my imperfections scare you, I can see it in your eyes Water That burns my bastard mind 'Cause I can love as good as one can love someone In a perfect world is one I will love myself before I will love you

- Die For You / VALORANT, Grabbitz

Now there's only one thing I can do Fight until the end like I promised to Wishing there was something left to lose This could be the day I die for you

- Choke / Hybrid

I'm not explaining myself to you

- Give It Up / Black City Lights

The fever's own Filling in my bones and my blood It's enough But I still can't take it off It's sickening Hands around my neck And my chest is burning with my breathing

- Elijah / Blood Red Shoes

- Love You Wrong / Husky Loops

I've thought about it all along I am sure I love you wrong

- Autumn / Bear In Heaven

Silent romance guided by chance, just like everything Altogether would it ever suffocate the pain?

- Hands On The Bible / Local H

Hands on the Bible Scared like a child God holds you liable For what you've done Homicidal Stared down your idols A pretty baby Never born You can't believe it You didn't mean it But they saw you do it And they know your name

- Touch / July Talk

I want to make some space underneath my skin Cut me open, I can let you in Should I let myself be torn in two? And will you give into that side of you?

- Avalanche / Kosheen

He's nothing like me So wrong and wretched Your safe reality Is living in sketches And live out happiness With no explanation And peer out at the world

- A Long Time Away / Shearwater

A break in the clouds like a crack in a cylinder But now there's blood on the beach and a wreck in the water As the shadow arrives on the face of your innocence You feel the shock in your eyes and the shaking in your own hands

- It's No Good / Depeche Mode

Don't say you want me Don't say you need me Don't say you love me It's understood Don't say you're happy Out there without me I know you can't be 'Cause it's no good

- Always Right / Ramona Falls

God is in the things you love So don't you punch me with kid gloves

- No Tomorrow / The Birthday Massacre

Dedication to the ruin of the light within you Darkness all around It's so easy to let go of all the things that make you true Watch it all fall down You bait me, I follow And if this night feels hollow Then drown me in sorrow There will be no tomorrow

- Flood / Saltillo

I wanna watch you wreck all the paintings in my house As you run down my wall (Holes of my life) Wash away these things I never needed These papers and these clothes

- The Remedy / Puscifer

izzy @ stede bonnet tbh. well, in season 1 at least ;)

- Little One / Beck

Drown, drown, sailors run aground In a sea change, nothing is safe And strange waves push us every way In a stolen boat, we'll float away

- Becker / Autolux

That's delirium's way You know it seems so right All the entertainment they spray Atrocities contrite It brings you back again It finds you every time The blackest quote they spit into the tin can of your mind

- Eyelids / Saro

In my eyelids, I’ve tattooed your words To remember what I don’t deserve Could you be why I feel so empty?

- Found You / Django Django

I've heard my name spoken in vain so many times You called, well here I am, what is yours is mine There's nothing you won't sell But I don't want the wealth you made That's not what I returned for

- Darkness At The Heart Of My Love / Ghost

There's a darkness at the heart of my love That runs cold, runs deep

- Dangerous / Son Lux

I watch you fall Hollow and depleted A city razed Oh, to bury you beneath it

- Numb / MARINA

- Fear and Loathing / MARINA

- O My Heart / Mother Mother

And I throw my heart back to the ocean But it don't go far, it come back floating And I watch it wash it up with the dead fish But it ain't quite dead, it just is like this

- Bones / The Qemists, Kellermensch

Fearless: my heart Open my arms Laying on the dark isle Every way is down

- El Monstro / SkraeckOedlan

(There beyond the dawn we see you, but our longing is an agony) Där bortom gryningen vi ser dig, men våran längtan är ett kval (They have robbed you of your future, we belong together you and I) De har berövat dig din framtid, vi hör tillsammans du och jag

- Relocate / Kauf

Do you feel any better now? I'm trying to follow what you told me I'm just a dog, mystical empathy and carefree I can't forget the skin pulled tight, every letter read Is it your justice we never see? Do you feel any better now? Your father is lying where the bones are A little lost colony from the start I can't forget the skin pulled tight, every letter read Is it your justice we never see? We never see what only you can say We are ready for it

-> SONGS ADDED AFTER SEASON 2 STARTS HERE

- Before We Drift Away / Nothing But Thieves

- A Place To Call Home / Big Wreck

So how do you beg for what's your own Pick the pieces, lick the wounds Stoke the fire, fan the flame Squeeze the clouds until it rains Would you champion the cause? 'Til you find out what you've lost Who do you dare to call your own And where's the place that you call home?

- My Name Is Ruin / Gary Numan

My name is Ruin, my name is vengeance My name is no one, and no one is calling My name is Ruin, my name is heartbreak My name is lonely, my sorrow's a darkness

- Run From Me / Timber Timbre

- Symphony No. 7 in A Major, Op. 92: II. Allegretto / Beethoven

- Because the Night / Patti Smith

- Dear Brother / Puscifer

Reminiscing on our indestructible days The party never seemed to end We donkey punched the night away Some risky business, my friend Fortune seemed to favor us 'Round every dark and twisted bend

- The Moth / Manchester Orchestra

This song makes me so insane tbh Forced myself to take a different name Buried with metonymy Decide for me Throw the man you used to be away Bury him with rivalry entirely My entire life you've been obsessing with the light The closer that you get, the further up you've got to climb You wanna hear it hurt, you wanna feel it when he dies If you walk that path alone, you've got to look him in the eye

- Brevony / Ramona Falls

- Graveyard Shift / Battle Tapes

I fell asleep at the helm of a runaway train And laid myself at the feet of what I couldn't slay

- Black Cloud / POSTDATA

There's nothing outside, there’s nobody left There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run or to forget No one to find you if you ever tried to And nobody tries to Sand in the sky, drowning in the wind Look in my eyes, mama, I've been contaminated Little by little by little, just a little bit Can you forgive me? Can you forgive me?

- Keel Timing / Manchester Orchestra

Yet another song that makes me insane. I put too much Manchester Orchestra in here but I'm living my best life Don’t let 'em in your bed, we're lying Don't let 'em in your bed, he is lying Little more, a little more, he is biting I was folding slowly frozen Changed for you And it wasn't right, but it wasn't wrong It was holy

- Pale Black Eye / Manchester Orchestra

This entire Song is so fucking wild I don't have yours or mine I don't hurt you like I used to Amy, you must be tired cause when you sleep, you sleep alone And understand the throne Cause if he didn't pay what he had paid I'd undeniably become erased So whatever you want Take whatever you need And bite your veins Bleed your pain Into me Goddamn I'm tired of lying I wish I loved you like I used to So hold on, you pale black eye Cause when I sleep, I sleep alone

- Strawberry Letter 23 / Shuggie Otis

- Pygmy Love Song / Francis Bebey

- In The Dark / Cathedrals

I can see you fall apart You turn away and fade out of sight But I hear you call in the night Let it go, let me hold you this time (don’t say a word)

- The Sailor Song / Autoheart

ty @soundless-storm for the suggestion :) I was your sailor, your demon, your lover Your overbearing best friend Hoping for some attention

- Megalomaniac / Aeseaes

Eye to thigh as he sharpens his blade Thick sweat, sick salt, lead bellyaches I don’t know what I’ve been drinking Dripping dread as all the lights start scrеaming Seven-inch steel bolt fed to thе head Now is then and I am now bound to forget The devil wears a cotton dress over his gun Jagged mumbles wispy warbles blushing in the sun

- Rule #9 - Child of the Stars / Fish in a Birdcage

You were a wanderer Back when you were young I remember your eyes were clear Brighter than the sun With hands so soft Delicate and sweet You learned to fall And balance on your own two feet I could only lead you so far I believe in who you are

- Vessel / Dan Mangan + Blacksmith

There are other lyrics in this song that are good too but this just reminds me of 2x01 when Izzy tells Fang to unhand him when he starts to cry Stop Wait Un Hand Me

- Cover Me / Black Math

One hand above the skin My head below the water As I float in the deep As I float in the deep

- Let It Storm / Manchester Orchestra

This is very post 2x04. For the new unicorn :) I don't wanna hold back my faith anymore I don't wanna fall into that man again I just wanna keep both my feet on the floor So let it touch me And let it storm

- Disciple / IAMX

Sorry this song is kind of a lot lol Disciple, I absolve you So forgive yourself enough to obey the naked truth That you need to be owned And you beg to be controlled

- Bed Head / Manchester Orchestra

This song is SO season 2 ed/izzy it makes me so insane it's the entire fucking song tbh I'm posting most of the song lyrics sorry. "Bed Head" is two old friends existing in two separate realities. It's a conversation about the lives they lived, the consequences of life's decisions, and finding purpose in trying to be better. Arguing with the dead I'm not alone but it sure feels like someone left Deaf notes and talking heads Carrying on your debt Blood on the bed head and volumes you left unsaid Let 'em talk and let it habit, now I'm afraid you're alone Oh, my God Let me relinquish and start to distinguish my past, and my time You and I are oil and fire, so Oh, my God Let me extinguish the habit, the sequence, the loss in my mind Now I believe in the ghost Ghost Clawing against your skin Clutching my neck said, "It's all supposed to end like this" You and I are panoramic Now I'm afraid of the ghost [...] Right by the entrance, you broke Finally, reality's taking its hold You're not who you were, but you can't let it go You're not where you're from, but you're always alone So I stick a flag in the ground I think I know who I'm living for now I am what I am, same above as the ground It's not what I want, but I'm figuring it out

I'll keep updating the annotations as I have free time :) the playlist is almost 80 songs long and growing lol. Enjoy!

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #fanmix #thanks for coming to my ted talk once again #i'm feral #blackhands #edizzy #listen I know they're going thru it rn but don't @ me I'm fine

29 notes · View notes

fillinforlater · 1 year

Note

What is the song that made you a kpop fan?

That is very hard to say.

My first ever k-pop Song was ofc Gangnam Style, but it did not get me into k-pop. Everyone knew it, enjoyed it for a while and then it faded away (at least in my country.)

Later (2016/17) came Tomorrow by BTS and Monster by EXO, great songs, but they got mixed up in my anime op playlist lol. My sis also showed me Blood Sweat & Tears back then, but I must have been blind and deaf to not recognize it's greatness.

With Blackpink's DDU-DU DDU-DU and BOOMBAYAH, I found myself actively listening to k-pop, either when driving to school or playing Just Dance (that was 2019), but I still had nothing to do with k-pop as a genre or culture.

Then came March 2020, the lockdown. My brother watched Blackpink MVs and found them brilliant (tank and stuff). He then wanted to check out more of this kind and BOOM... DNA and IDOL made him fall and a couple days later, I was also deep into it.

It's hard to tell which song got me into it... D4 eased me into it, but I have nostalgia for Tomorrow, but without IDOL it wouldn't have started... I really don't know xD

Anyways, here I am, appreciating music and... dances... and visuals:

22 notes · View notes

prosciuttulipa · 6 days

Note

Hey, hey, nice talking to you. If the slots are still open, could I ask for a matchup? It's totally fine if not tho, don't feel pressured 😊

For JJBA, Part 5. But please no Diavolo 🤢 I don't mind their gender tho.

Personality: I'm a introvert but not necessarily shy. Actually, I'm pretty chaotic and carefree. You could say I'm a rule breaker, I just do whatever I want. People call me wild but I would say I'm just free lol.

I might have a careless behavior, but I do try my outmost to be kind. Just because I'm intimidating, it doesn't mean I have to be outright mean, right?

I also am heavily independent, I think I might actually have a stroke if I ask anyone for help, I just don't like feeling vulnerable lol.

I would say my good qualities are that I'm pretty pacient and open minded. I just don't get angry and don't judge people at all.

My bad qualities are that I might be too nonchalant about everything and have a tendency to be aloof. Like, I don't take most things seriously, it might prevent me from having outbursts but it also makes me look indifferent.

Likes: I really like cats, cold weather and spooky stories, horror movies. I love halloween and visiting "haunted" places.

Dislikes: I'm really afraid of dogs for no reason and hate hot weather. I also dislike spicy food.

Hobbies: My main hobby is deadass spending money, it's so fun buying random things. I might have a spending problem but at least that's my own money, right?

I mean, that's my job, but I like acting. It's always fun performing and decorating lines, it's like living an alternative life.

When I'm free, I like reading novels and mangás. My favorites one are those of fantasy genre. I just love all that magic shit.

Love Language: Since I like buying things, Gift Giving is naturally how I show love. I like buying them clothes, gifts and paying for the meal.

Quality Time is good too. Normally I value my own time alone but when I actually want to spend it with someone else?? You'll know I'm hooked.

Green Flag/Deal Breaker: I like people who are naturally kind and actually know how to show appreciation. That's something I struggle with and I think that would be something they could help me with.

On the other side, I dislike people who are mean for no reason. Like, you should just chill?? Why are being a pain in the ass lol.

Appearance: I'm a pretty tall girl with pale skin, long curly hair and brown eyes. I need to use glasses but I don't like it, so I just walk around blind.

I only wear black clothes, a rock ish style, kind mixed with goth.

About that choice you were speaking about, I will choose 3 songs if that's not a bother.

That's all, thank you for reading until here. 💐

Congratulations! You have been matched with...

Risotto Nero

Another goth couple matchup, but this time any assumptions people make are not far off the mark. Broody, intimidating, and an inclination to ignore the status quo, you and Risotto are not for the faint of heart (and yes, you two absolutely take pride in that).

Although aesthetically similar, you two balance each other out in small ways. Risotto's job requires precision, but he sees it as a way to protect your right to be wild; it's a privilege he's long lost, and he doesn't want it to be taken away from you too. On the other hand, your efforts to be kind and nonjudgmental despite your chaotic nature soothe his general pessimism towards humanity. As an assassin, he lives in a world where you either hurt or get hurt, with trust being a fool's game—to see someone who values their freedom but does not use it as an excuse to harm others is a rarity to him. Rather than forcing you to be vulnerable, Risotto softens your independence by being a quiet source of strength. He doesn't bring attention to the ways he offers support, and lets his actions speak for themselves. His hope is that you never feel like you have to ask for his help, because the fact that you have it will already be ingrained into your existence.

It's well known that Risotto does not make a lot from his job, so he is frugal with his money. He's shocked (and a little embarrassed) when you offer to buy him things so frequently, but he always shows his thanks with the softness in his gaze. In turn, he indulges your love for quality time, going wherever you want him to go. He finds it amusing when you drag him to watch horror movies or read spooky stories; it takes a lot to spook him, and chances are that he makes it scarier for you by offering his take on how he'd kill off a character.

Dates with Risotto can range from silently chilling at home to exploring abandoned haunts. However, he has a major soft spot for cat cafes. They're so different to his day to day life, wholesome and sweet—and as he watches you play with the cats, he can pretend for a moment that he's just living a normal life with you.

The Matchmaker's Gift:

Still waters run deep, and such are Risotto's sentiments. This song perfectly encapsulates his affection for you, intense and protective.

Another Hozier song (I can't help it, Risotto is so Hozier-coded). In his eyes, you seem too sweet for him, but he'll be damned to let you go.

This song reminds Risotto of your devil-may-care attitude towards life. It's a song full of rockstar charm, a trait he associates with you.

#—playing matchmaker!#—prosciuttulipa events.#jjba #jjba part 5 #jjba matchup #jjba matchups

3 notes · View notes

mysecretlittlelibrary · 2 years

Text

The Promise Of A King Pt. 6

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: still nothing really lol

Genre: mostly fluff

Summary: When your parents surprise you with the news that you are going to marry one of Asgard's princes you're not exactly thrilled. It's not made any better by said prince giving you the cold shoulder from the very moment you arrive. Now, not only do you have to worry about acclimating to an unfamiliar place but you must do so while preparing to marry someone who seems to absolutely detest you before you've said five words to him. You know you're duty-bound but why does it have to be so difficult?

***

When you return to your bedroom, your maids begin preparing you for dinner. Lily insists you change after being outside all day, so you let them swap your clothes and change your hair and makeup to match.

"So how was your tea with her majesty?" Ella asks as she fixes your hair.

"The queen has decided to take my relationship with Loki, or lack thereof I suppose into her own hands." You say.

"What do you mean?" Anne asks.

"She set me up on- essentially a blind date with him. Blind-sighted us both actually."

"Really?! Did you have fun?" Anne asks.

"Fun might be too strong a word Annie dear." You chuckle.

"What happened?" Lily asks.

"Well I beat him to the gardens so of course when he arrived he was not happy to see me. We argued, unsurprisingly but the guards were told not to let us leave for an hour. Everything I do seems to agitate him." You frown. "Oh we did have a moment- I said I wanted a pastry to be warm and he warmed it with magic. It's the only kind thing he's done for me since I got here actually. I was surprised."

"Oh that's cute." Anne gasps.

"So did you argue most of the hour other than that?" Ella asks.

"Actually most of the hour we just sat in silence, but when we did talk, it was definitely a back and forth. I called him some names I normally wouldn't use but he's just so rude- most of the time."

"If you were only required to spend an hour together what did you do after that?" Lily asks.

"After he left I walked around the gardens with one of the guards for a while."

"Which guard?" Ella asks.

"Sir Ulf!"

"Oh he's so hot!" Anne gushes.

"Annie!" Lily tsks at her.

"Yes he's- attractive. He's also very sweet."

"Most of the guards are really kind here." Ella nods.

"Agreed."

"You should head to dinner before you're late." Lily says.

"You're correct. I'll see you girls in the morning."

"You don't want us to wait for you to return to help you to bed?" Anne asks.

"You don't have to. I'll get myself ready tonight thank you. Enjoy your night girls!" You say as you leave the room. When you enter the dining room queen Frigga smiles at you before you even sit down.

"Lady y/n! Hello!" Thor says cheerily.

"Hello Thor. How are you today?" You ask with a smile as you begin eating.

"I'm great. I didn't see you at all today."

"Oh- were you looking for me? I was in the gardens most of the afternoon."

"In the gardens? By yourself?"

"For a spell." You nod.

"Did you enjoy your time in the gardens child?" Frigga asks with a smile.

"I did. Though I might be alone in that opinion."

"Who would disagree with you?" Thor frowns. Loki lets out a clearly frustrated sigh.

"Speaking of, mother, I would appreciate it if you didn't meddle so heavily in my affairs." Loki says.

"These affairs you're speaking of, I'll remind you Loki, do not just affect you alone." Odin says.

"I'm definitely missing something." Thor mutters.

"I don't need you setting up playdates for me like I am a child." Loki grits out.

"It was afternoon tea, not a playdate Loki." Odin rolls his eyes.

"Your parents surprised me and Loki today by arranging for us to have tea together in the gardens without telling either of us." You say to Thor when the frown of confusion on his face deepens.

"Oh! Now I understand. Loki doesn't want to go on dates with you." Thor nods.

"In no uncertain terms, that is correct." You manage a chuckle even though Thor's declaration does cause a light pang in your chest. After all, it's not easy to know that your husband to be has absolutely no desire to know you.

"I didn't say that." Loki snaps. "I said, I don't want our parents setting me up like I'm a child. If I want to go on dates I can manage to do that without help." Loki sighs.

"But you've made no attempt to do so with Lady y/n and she's to be your wife. So- you don't want to go on dates with her." Thor says.

"This is not about if I want to or not it's about mom and dad and their meddling."

"You've made it clear you don't want to Loki. I don't know what you're bothering to argue with Thor about it. Your Majesties, I know you're well-intentioned but there is no benefit in forcing Loki to interact with me, all we do is argue if we bother speaking to each other at all. We will get married as intended, we don't have to like each other to do it." You say rubbing your temple slightly.

"Y/n-" Thor frowns.

"If it's alright with you your Majesties, I'd like to be excused." You say, refusing to look at Loki.

"You're excused y/n. I'll send for you later this evening. If you're up for visiting me tonight, please come." Frigga says with a softness in her eyes.

"Yes your highness." You nod and leave. When you enter your room you sigh. You almost wish you hadn't dismissed your ladies so early, it'd be nice to talk with them after that. You draw yourself a bath and take your time undressing and undoing your hair. You sink into the water of your bath with a relieved exhale. The water is warm and you poured your favorite essential oils into it. It's a knock at your room door that finally pulls you out of the bath, thoroughly relaxed and skin clean. You open the door to find one of the queen's ladies at your door.

"Sorry for disturbing you Lady y/n, Queen Frigga would like to see you in her chambers, but only if you feel up to it. You are allowed to decline." She rushes out.

"Tell the queen I will join her shortly. I just need a moment to get ready." You say with a small smile.

"Of course." She nods and leaves the room. You rub lotion into your skin and put on one of your nightgowns, covering yourself with a long silk robe that has a feather trim. The sleeves are large and the end of the robe trails behind you slightly. You make your way to the queen's chambers and when the doors are opened she greets you with a hug.

"Hello my child, I'm glad you came!" She tells you kindly.

"Hello your highness." You say.

"How are you feeling?" She asks.

"I'm alright, I was just enjoying a bath before I came here." You tell her.

"And your tea with Loki this afternoon?" She smiles and the glint in her eyes when she does makes it clear that Loki takes after his mother in many ways, his taste for mischief included.

"It was fine Queen Frigga, though like I said at dinner, Loki and I either argue or simply don't speak to each other. I don't think your plan really helped with that. But I enjoyed my time in the gardens."

"Yes, the gardens are lovely, aren't they?" She hums.

"Absolutely." You nod.

"You seemed a bit stressed at dinner, I wanted to check on you because of it."

"Just- I know Loki doesn't like any of this, which is fine- it's just tiring. I'm alright your highness, thank you for asking though." You nod.

"I know you've resigned yourself to Loki's coldness but I think he will come around. It may be hard to believe, but I do."

"I admire your optimism, your highness."

"But you don't believe me?"

"I want to! I barely know Loki and he is your son, if one of us could guess what will happen it's more likely to be you. It's just that- save for one moment this afternoon it's hard to believe he cares for my presence at all."

"There was a moment this afternoon? What happened?"

"I mentioned I wanted one of the pastries warmed and he warmed it with magic that's all. It was following a string of contentious conversations though, everything I do seems to bother him. Even my friendship with Thor." You shake your head.

"That one- well without getting into too much detail, Loki has always felt in competition with his brother. Perhaps your friendship with Thor makes Loki feel like he has one more area to compete in."

"The irony of that is Thor's kindness to me is a direct response to Loki's lack of it. I'm sure Thor is friendly with everyone but he's obviously trying to make up for Loki's coldness by making me feel as welcomed as he can manage. Besides, Thor would never try to take something from Loki or anything."

"We know that- though truthfully Loki has trouble believing that anyone is looking out for him, besides me and himself. Of course that is not your problem and you always have your get out card." Frigga says.

"I know you said you wouldn't allow me to walk down the aisle until Loki was kinder to me but I don't know how beneficial it will be to delay the union indefinitely. Even if Loki doesn't speak to me at least I know his harshness will not go beyond words and I worry if my parents set another match for me I won't have that."

"Your standards are a man who won't hit you?" The queen looks shocked at your concession.

"When I have no control over the kind of man my parents choose for me to marry, that's the only thing I can hope for." You shrug.

"My dear child, we have every intention of seeing you become part of this family. I just want to see a smile on your face when you have to walk through that great hall."

"Even if my marriage is not one from fairytales, I will be content having you to call a mother and Thor to call a brother." You tell her, and you truly mean that.

"Now it is my turn to admire your optimism." She chuckles.

"We can move forward with the ceremony whenever you and king Odin see fit. You have my go-ahead. I don't need Loki to love me."

"A loveless marriage can be a painful one."

"There are many things I can love even married to a man who can hardly stand the idea. I intend to find them all." You hold your head up high as you speak. "I've already found plenty. The library, the gardens, laughing with Thor, the music room-"

"You play music?" She gasps.

"I do." You nod.

"You'll have to play something for me one day."

"Of course your majesty." Queen Frigga glances out of an open window momentarily before turning back to you.

"I've kept you for quite some time, my dear. I'll let you go now, please rest well." She smiles.

"Goodnight Allmother." You say leaving her room. You make your way through the winding halls of the palace, humming quietly to yourself as you return to your room. Your chats with the queen are another thing you've found to love and you hope to have them with her often.

~*~*~

"Lady y/n!" Thor's voice booms through the library where you've curled up in a chair with a book. You stand and walk out of your corner to where Thor can see you.

"Hi Thor. What brings you here?" You smile at him.

"Well I was looking for you and your maids said I could find you in the library."

"Yes, I'm here pretty often when it's empty."

"When it's empty?"

"I've noticed Loki also has an affinity for the library so I plan my visits around his."

"That's actually what I wanted to talk about."

"Me avoiding Loki in the library?" Your brows pinch together.

"Well no- not that particularly but your relationship with him."

"Oh Thor- you are your mother's child." You muse.

"What do you mean?"

"She asked to see me last night to talk about Loki too. You're both so thoughtful."

"I worry about you, about how indifferent you act to his coldness. Asgard has been hard enough on you without Loki being so unwelcoming." Thor frowns.

"I appreciate it Thor, I really do. You don't have to worry though. I'm not so easily shaken that Loki's misplaced resentment will keep me up at night."

"I know you mean that as a comfort but that is exactly what worries me. You're his bride and you both seem so unconcerned with each other."

"I'm going to marry him because that's what I've been told to do. It doesn't matter if we are concerned with each other at all. In truth, I would like us to at least get along but this is an arranged marriage so- I'm not so foolish that I'm holding out hope that this will be my happily ever after. Like I told your mother I will find ways to make the best of things."

"If you want to get along why not make more of an effort to do so? You avoid him. How will that help things?" Thor asks.

"I avoid him because he's rude and cold. I'd like to be friends but not at the expense of- well anything really. Why should I have to force him to talk to me? We're getting married and he can barely stand to be in the same room as me. It's embarrassing. I won't make it worse by begging for his kindness Thor."

"I don't recommend doing that at all. I do think Loki just takes a while to come around so- maybe don't give up on him yet. Okay?"

"I have to marry him Thor, I won't subject myself to emotional damage but we do have a long time if he ever decides to sort out whatever problems Loki has." You shrug.

"You can always come to me- you know if things get any worse. You'll always have my support."

"Thank you Thor. I know." You smile.

"Good. I'll leave you to your reading then. See you at dinner."

"Of course. Enjoy whatever you do this afternoon." Thor shoots you a smile and leaves the library. You return to your corner quickly, not noticing someone entering as Thor exited.

"You spend far too much time with him." A voice calls as you disappear behind a bookcase. You back up and find Loki striding towards you.

"What?" You frown.

"Thor. You spend too much time with him." Loki says. You roll your eyes and return to your large chair as you respond.

"I can spend my time however I want to Loki. Especially since that time isn't yours." You open your book.

"Who said anything about it being mine? There are simply better ways you can spend your time." He shrugs.

"Thank you for your worthless input that I did not ask you for."

"Are you angry with me?" Loki smirks.

"And why would I be angry with you?" You ask flatly, focusing your eyes on the pages of your book.

"Because you know I'm correct."

"You are so insufferably arrogant. I don't think you're correct I think you're annoying. My friendship with Thor is very important to me, so spending time with him is invaluable to me despite your- difference of opinion."

"Invaluable." He chuckles. You huff and stand up, intent on ending this conversation by leaving. "Wait-" Loki says before you can even round the corner and despite your instincts, you stop. "You don't have to leave." He sighs.

"I don't want to hear you pass judgment on the ways I pass my time here. I'm alone in a foreign place and besides your mother, Thor has been the kindest to me since I arrived. You can turn your nose up all you fucking want but you have no idea how isolating this is for me." You point at him with the book so aggressively for a moment he thinks you might hit him with it.

"I'm sorry. I know what isolation is like."

"Do you now?" You scoff, putting your book back on the shelf. You're not in the mood to finish it.

"I do." He frowns, frustrated that you seem unbelieving. "But you don't believe me."

"To feel isolated in a world that's meant to be your home is something I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for you to understand."

"Meant to be your home?"

"I'm going to marry you Loki. Asgard is your home and therefore it will be mine. I'm obviously not welcome here by anyone except for Thor and your parents though I'm sure Odin is only interested in the political benefit of my being here. The point is- it is easy to pass judgment from your position of comfort but I am a stranger here, a fact you confirm every time you look at me."

"Do I?"

"You don't want me here. You make it clear. How am I supposed to feel as though Asgard is my home if the man binding me to this place doesn't even pretend to welcome me?"

"Every time I think I'm beginning to understand you- you throw me for another loop."

"If you only ever pay attention to one thing I say let it be this. I am not a piece of artwork that you can dissect by simply staring at me from afar. If you ever want to 'understand' me at all, Loki of Asgard, you will have to take a more involved approach."

"What?"

"Your typical passive observation will not help you."

"How do you know I-"

"At the ball. You talked to very few people and your eyes were everywhere. Watching without engaging."

"You seem to do the same."

"I do, you can learn much by watching- as long as the people you're watching remain unaware."

"What do you mean by that?"

"When people know they are being watched they are usually not themselves. You can't learn anything from people who are performing the version of them that they want to be seen."

"I suppose you're right about that." Loki muses. "Is that why you say I can't learn about you from watching? Because you know I'm watching?"

"Not just you. I am not comfortable in Asgard so I am hardly ever going to be myself when others are present."

"You seem comfortable with Thor."

"More so than I am with most here. Thor and the queen, they- create spaces where I feel something akin to comfort yes but even they are... unfamiliar to me. I am most at ease here in the library. Alone of course. And in the gardens."

"Alone there as well?"

"Maybe- though it's easier to find myself completely alone here than outside." You shrug.

"I too prefer my own company." Loki offers after a moment of silence.

"Is that why marriage doesn't appeal to you?"

"Bold assumption." He smirks.

"Yes well, we're finally having a conversation. I'm taking advantage of that." You say.

"Smart girl." Loki comes off the bookshelf he was leaning on to sit in the chair beside yours. "It isn't that marriage doesn't appeal to me- it's that this- is growing increasingly out of my control." When you don't say anything Loki continues, "I didn't mean to upset you, with what I said at dinner."

"What?" You blink at him.

"The thing about going on dates- you seemed upset by my addressing my parents, and arguing with Thor."

"I wasn't. I knew you had no interest in being in the garden with me. The conversation was just growing tiresome the longer it went on and I wanted it to end. Even if I wasn't personally hurt by your comments it's not exactly fun dinner talk to hear your betrothed complain about spending time with you." You muse.

"That wasn't the issue." He says softly.

"I don't need your explanations."

"Maybe not- but I offer them anyway. Like I was trying to explain to Thor, we're not children. We don't need meetings to be orchestrated under false pretense."

"Loki, it's clear to everyone in the castle that you have no interest in us having meetings of any sort, orchestrated or not. Why go to such lengths to defend your decision to avoid me? Nobody is asking for your justification and honestly it feels like you're just doing it to get me to care about how little you want me here. Just so we're clear I do get that you don't want me here but I can't change anything so I won't cry about it. You can stop telling me you only hate me because of our circumstances. I don't care."

"I don't hate you."

"I'm being hyperbolic. Don't get so caught up in the verbiage Loki. My point still stands."

"I don't know how to make you understand how I'm feeling- I don't hate you, I don't dislike you. Gods I don't even think I want you to leave. I hate feeling like none of this was my choice. I hate that you feel trapped here, trapped with me. I hate many things but you are not one of them. Honestly, if it weren't a union forced by my parents I would be excited to have a life with you but I thought- perhaps, with enough obvious dissonance my parents would be convinced this union was a bad idea and call it off but no matter what I do you grin and bare it. You scold me and I feel bad for being an ass- a girl I hardly know makes me feel guilty for being rude- trying to free her from a union she's already decided would be an unhappy one! It's- bewildering."

"I wouldn't feel so trapped if you had been nicer when I arrived. Or even if you had been honest with me. Instead I was met with cold glares and indifferent silence from the moment I got here- of course I expect an unhappy marriage- you wouldn't even speak to me." You frown.

"I'm sorry- I thought we'd both be better off if I could get this whole thing cancelled, even as a grew to admire you."

"Your mother offered me a way out. I don't know how easily she would've convinced the king but- she told me once if things got any worse that I should tell her right away and she'd call it off."

"Ouch- no confidence there." He half jokes.

"I think she knew you were treating me coldly as a form of protest, and I think she feared you were more committed to your protest than to accepting me. I guess she hoped my sense of self preservation would kick in if it got out of hand, but she did want us to get along and- I guess she thought if we just spent time together you would quit protesting so hard."

"Hence the surprise garden date."

"Exactly."

"Did she tell you all this?"

"In many more words, it was implied. Although she didn't tell me the garden date was going to happen. She told me she had a plan and would alert me when it was time. When her servant came to call me to the gardens I thought she'd be telling me what she planned only to instead trap us for an hour."

"You seemed quite alright with that."

"Well, I had tea, and flowers, and pastries- and sometimes your frustration is amusing."

"I can't believe my mother did all that to try and put a stop to my very genius plan."

"Did it work?" You ask before you can talk yourself out of it. Loki is quiet for a long while before he answers you.

"I think it did." He nods.

"You'd never know from your reaction."

"Yes well, I spent the first thirty minutes mad about it- I couldn't quit then."

"Ah- is that why you warmed the pastry? Like a little tsundere."

"A what?" Loki blinks at you as if you've grown another head.

"It's a Midgardian thing. A Japanese character type- angry and mean on the outside but very soft on the low for their person."

"Well I'm certainly not that." He crosses his arms.

"I didn't say you were I said that moment was akin to one from what I've read."

"Do you read a lot of Midgardian literature?"

"When I can. Also, your plan wasn't genius at all, quite the opposite actually."

"It would've worked if you weren't so- outspoken."

"What?" You chuckle.

"Very few people would scold the prince, or call him names for that matter on multiple occasions. You're much more resilient than I would have expected."

"Disappointed?"

"Pleasantly surprised actually. After all, the wife of the silver-tongued prince should be able to keep up with him no?" Loki smiles standing from his chair.

"All of a sudden you're much more open to this." Your eyes narrow at him.

"I think this has been a valuable conversation. I will see you at dinner, my bride." He nods to you.

"For all your shit I've put up with I expect at least one grand gesture of an apology you asshole!" You call after him as he turns the corner.

"Anything you'd like lady y/n!" He laughs as he disappears. You sag into your chair once you hear the large library doors shut. Loki is a complex and confusing man. How do you differentiate this open and communicative Loki from the cold stares he gave you before? What changed? And will it change again?

***

Part 6/???

Tagged Users: @moonlightreader649 @crimson25 @kaogasm @just-someone11

#marvel fanfiction #marvel #loki x reader #loki fanfic #loki #The Promise Of A King #loki laufeyson

40 notes · View notes

dogmomwrites · 1 year

Text

Five Things I Never Get Tired of Writing

Slowly, but surely, I am catching up! Thank you so much for this tag, @thetruearchmagos! I'm gonna pass it along with soft tags to @penspiration-writing, @space-cadead, @writingpotato07, @blind-the-winds, @memento-morri-writes, as well as an open tag to anyone who wants to join in! Don't be shy!

Rules: list five things you'll never get tired of writing, then tag five people. My list is under the cut!

Quiet morning, chaos by noon I’ve seen a lot of writing advice posts (both here and elsewhere) that attempt to dissuade writers from starting their novel/chapter with what’s basically an outline of the character’s morning routine, and as with all writing advice, it shouldn’t be taken at face value. Sometimes, if it’s done well, the lazy morning is an excellent way to introduce a character before the hectic plot comes in. Not only can it be fun to write, it can be fun to read as well!

Gay characters I don’t really need to elaborate on this, do I? I have about an equal mix of straight couples and non-straight couples, yet the non-straight couples are just,,,more enjoyable for me to write? Idk, it’s kinda difficult to explain

References Everything from pop culture references to including an inside joke that no reader would ever understand. It’s even more fun to reference well-known movies or tv shows in a story that’s set in a fantasy world where the media doesn’t even exist. I just get a kick out of it!

Creatures More specifically, creatures that aren’t of our mortal, mundane world. No matter the setting, no matter the genre, Creatures™ are always a good addition!

Unrequited love Yeah, this one’s kinda mean lol. I think what I like most about this is that I don’t ever see it. There are plenty of characters who fall in love, break up due to Dramatic Plot Twist™, then make up again; there are characters who pine for half a series and then finally have the confession that leads to their happily ever after; and, more rarely, there are characters who simply never fall in love at all. But I enjoy when one character is drawn to another right from the start only to quietly realize there’s no chance the other will ever love them in the same way. And they suffer in silence because the fear of losing the friendship is too great a risk for that small, small chance of a romantic relationship

#five things i never get tired of writing #5 things i never get tired of writing #tag game #tag games #writer games #open tag #open to everyone

11 notes · View notes

lemonyko0 · 2 years

Text

Mr. Jeon: Deceit

jungkook continues to surprise you with his indifferent attitude, and yet, increasingly romantic and domestic actions. you continue to wonder what it means, if anything at all.

» genre: angst, fluff, smut

» description: (don't read if you don't want spoilers!) car sex, fingering (f receiving), head (m receiving), overstim, squirting. steamy!! lol

» word count: 3.6k

Part 5 | Masterpost

the more i learn about jungkook the more i feel like i understand him, less. it's like a game of clue, or mysterium, where i'm being given vague, off-topic anecdotes that i don’t yet have the information to fill in. like a constant plot-hole, i just simply don't understand him.

and yet i feel his switch to before he was is inevitable, and he’ll become more guarded and mean again. not that it would change anything i did, but i'm afraid that allowing my curiosity to get the best of me would result in him pushing me away.

“i like this you, much better.” i lay my head against his shoulder as he grades papers. the blinds are pulled, the door is closed and locked and all students are gone, and it's too late to where any teachers would care to hold a conversation with each other.

his hand doesn't stop writing as he hums, “what do you mean?”

i debate my options, and my curiosity gets the best of me. “you're not as guarded with me as you were at first. we can actually talk and enjoy each other’s presence.”

he stills, looking at me with the same unreadable dark orbs he always sports. i often find myself admiring the way he never shows his thoughts, his expressions stay the same. if no one can read them, they can never get the better of him. how doesn't he know i could never hurt him?

“sounds like you’re falling for me, baby.” he smiles the tiniest bit, picking the pen back up and moving into the next test.

“falling for you?” i mumble. “as in, like, a boyfriend?”

His tongue pokes the side of his cheek and he doesn’t look at me when he replies, “something like that, yes.”

i tick my head, “well, of course i am.” my reaction takes him by surprise, and i don’t know why. i mean, after everything we’ve done together, who wouldn’t be falling for him? he narrows his eyes at me before resuming his work. “are you falling for me?”

his chest breaks its pattern of rising and falling and his hand stops moving. he doesn’t reply to me. simply leaving my question hanging in the air like an invisible weight and i worry i’ve done something wrong, like staying past curfew, kissing a stranger, or stolen candy from a small child. something bad.

“all done.” he grunts, patting my thigh as i slide out of his lap and stand beside him. he collects his things and packs up for the weekend.

i stand there silently, still feeling the heavy air, as if i was treading on ice. jungkook had a way of making you feel like that sometimes, whether he knew it or not. he just seemed like the type of guy that had power. he oozed it. or perhaps that’s just how i saw him.

“let’s go.” he says, annoyed. i can’t tell if he’s annoyed from what i said, or just because i was standing around like an idiot and not paying attention.

i jog through the door he was holding open for me and the walk back to his car was silent. jungkook was the first to speak when he asked me where he was taking me. “home? bus stop?”

i shrug, “neither sound great, but home i guess.”

his eyes stay on me, the light keeps red for much longer than normal. “you can stay with me, if you want.” he speaks so quietly i almost don’t register it at all. my face turns to confusion before realizing he was actually inviting me to his house.

“oh-uh-of course!” i struggle to hide my excitement. “i-i mean, if you’d let me, i’d love to.”

he shakes his head, “i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t want you to.”

i nod, “y-yeah, of course, that makes sense.” my response makes him grin, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the side console. “i’ve never been to a guy’s house before.” i quietly tell him, staring out the window, admiring all of the blurry lights, families having dinner, watching tv together, even the couples out, lining the main streets for a friday-night date-night. I specifically admire how unfamiliar all of it is to me, and how badly i want it.

“really?” he asks, “never a boyfriend, crush, fling?”

i shake my head with a pout, “no, never.”

i hear him hum, “well, i’m glad to be the first.” he places his hand on my thigh and begins caressing it slowly.

i practically melt at his touch. he sneaks glances at me as the ride goes on, traffic being a pain as always, and he’s focused, but losing patience. his hand moves further up my leg and into my skirt, drawing slow circles and massaging my leg, but he keeps his eyes on the road.

we hit the next stop light and he moves his hand over my front, a devilish smirk on his face as he begins to play with me. i let one hand grip onto his wrist and the other onto the side of the seat, no doubt digging my nails into both as he plays with my clit, teasing me and watching me squirm.

“you’re so fun to play with baby. always so easy.”

i hum, eyes closed and little whimpers escaping my mouth that he turns the radio down to hear, no doubt. he stops for a moment and i whine, “jungkook~”

his eyes are on the road, “hold on, be patient.”

a pout rests on my lips as i examine where we are, “are we almost there?”

he looks around before crossing the busy intersection, mumbling a “yeah.”

i nod and take in my surroundings, only a for a few seconds before he continues toying with me though my panties. “oh jungkook.”

his eyes scan over to me every so often, getting off at how easy i am to him, and admiring the way i am totally wrapped around his finger. or so, he tells me all the time. he moves his hands up and dips them into my panties, feeling my slit and only now can i feel how wet i am. “god baby,” he groans, “so fucking wet, bet you’d beg me to let you cum right now.”

i nod vigorously, “yes, yes, i would.”

he chuckles dipping a finger in and out of me, shallow, not enough. i squirm and whine, “please jungkook.”

he grins, “please what baby?”

i grip tighter on his wrist and look at him, “please play with me, need you bad.”

he pushes two fingers into my core and i don’t hold back my moans as he continues, curling them deliciously against my walls, hitting much farther in me than i could ever.

my cheeks heat and i feel my high nearing quickly. i whimper his name and he catches on, “go ahead, cum all over my fingers.”

as if i needed to be told, my orgasm hits me quickly and my entire body pulses and tenses. jungkook relents for a moment, puts the car in park with his other hand, his right arm still under my skirt, and he continues.

“i-i came, jungkook.” i tell him breathlessly, overwhelmed and confused.

he stares at me with a smirk, “i know baby.” i’m still confused as he adds a third finger, his palm rubs against my clit and i feel like my body is on fire, the only comprehensible thought i have is him and the overwhelming feeling between my legs. “oh, please jungkook,” i mewl, feeling his dark eyes on me.

“what is it baby?”

i open my mouth but no sound comes out, shaking my head as a last resort of communication. the hand that was once gripping the seat, now above my head and grabbing the head rest. i can hear his quiet groans and low chuckles as he watches the way my body warps and my noises increase.

i feel my second orgasm approaching much more intensely than the last, the feeling new and indescribable. and absolutely crushing. i came, loudly, and all over his hand, the seat, and my skirt.

i don’t notice initially, my vision blurry and ears deaf as my body slowly untenses. it isn’t until a few moments pass and he pulls his hand away slowly, that i feel a slight puddle.

“holy shit.”

“w-what happened.” my cheeks heat, embarrassed and upset at myself. i look down at my mess and back to him, eyes wide and almost, proud, with a slight grin on his face.

“i didn’t know you could do that baby.” he says, wiping his hand on his jacket and sliding it off, leaving him in only a white button-up.

i shake my head, “d-do what? i’m so sorry jungkook.” i feel like crying for making such a mess.

he chuckles, “baby, that was one of the hottest things i have ever seen.” i stare at him, upset, tears brimming and confused. he caresses my head, “you can squirt.”

i glance back down towards my legs, “is that what, this is?”

he nods, “yes, and its extremely hot.” i nod along, “it can happen sometimes when you’re really excited.”

I hum, “okay, so its not a bad thing?”

he shakes his head quickly, “no, no. nothing to be ashamed about.”

i settle, making sense of the scene that had just played out before me, and what to do now. jungkook, as always, is one step ahead of me as he steps out of the car and over to the passenger side. he opens the door, then bends down, “take your skirt off.” i look at him before pulling my skirt down to my ankles where he takes it from me. “panties too.” after stripping bare from the waist down, his last instructions confuse me. “now,” he points behind me, “get in the back.” i look at him lost, and he closes the door on me, then opens the door behind me. i stop questioning him and just do as i’m told, “put your skirt and panties in the seat you soaked. i’ll wash them later.” he tells me as soon as i’m in the back with him.

i set them in the front seat and look back at him, “why are we back here?”

he grins, scooting awfully close to me and gripping the back of my head, “you’re adorable.”

i smile dopily at him, and he rewards me with a kiss, and tongue. he kisses me deeply and fully, pulling me towards him, until i’m sitting on my legs beside him. he takes my hand and moves it onto his crotch, “touch me.” he tells me. i grab at him through his pants and he continues to kiss me, “more, y/n.” i try harder but it leaves him pulling away, “undo my belt, idiot.”

i blink rapidly, everything happening so fast i can hardly keep up. i look down to his pants to undo them, and he complains about how slow i am. once i finally figure it out he pulls his pants and underwear down to his thighs, “think you know what to do now, baby?”

i look at him, wide-eyed and as innocent as ever. “m-my mouth?”

he grins, “i’d be fucking you already if i though you could take it, but i don’t think you can.”

i nod and smile coyly at him, gripping his large cock in my small hand, “yeah, you’re right, still feel it.”

i lean down, giving his length small, kitten licks and he watches me with hooded eyes, his hand still at the back of my head, “yeah? pussy still pulsing for attention?”

i nod, maybe not entirely knowing what he was saying, but he was into it. he chuckles before inhaling sharply as i take his tip into my mouth, “maybe your little pussy could handle it then.” he says and i look up at him, popping off of his length and dragging my hand up and down it just as i’ve seen him do.

“you can. i’m all yours, do whatever you want to me, please.” he laughs at me, pushing my head back down onto him and i get the memo, opening my mouth back up and taking him whole.

he sucks in a breath and grits his teeth, “fuck, i really would baby.” he controls my head, rising and falling at whatever pace he sets for me, instructing me to breathe through my nose so i can stay longer. “i’d love to fuck you senseless, but i really want to cum all over your pretty face.”

i unknowingly moan at his words and he does too in response, chuckling as he kicks his head back, “fuck, you like that idea don’t you.”

i hum and incite a similar reaction, this time his hips rise off the seat, pushing himself further into my throat and causing it to close. i pull off for a moment but keep my hand on him, his hand on mine, controlling my movements as i collect myself. “you really are so easy, so eager for anything.”

i smile and look up at him, he groans at the sight, my lips and chin glossy, “just want to be with you jungkook, don’t care how.”

he opens his mouth to reply and i take his length back into my mouth, and he groans. “fuck, so i could stop you right now and you wouldn’t care?”

i move up to his tip and shake my head no, “still want you to cum all over my face, too.”

he laughs at this, and my heart flips that he actually found me amusing. “see? you’re filthy.”

i circle my tongue around his head and he grits his teeth together, breathing heavily, “you taught me. you made me.” i tell him, before going back down, a lot more determined than before.

“fuck,” he curses, hips jerking again, “i’m close baby.” i hum in acknowledgement and once again it plays in my favor. not much longer jungkook pulls me off of him, readjusting our position and telling me to stick my tongue out and close my pretty eyes.

i do as he says with no second thoughts. i almost wonder if there is anything i wouldn’t do, if he was the one asking.

he grunts and strokes himself to completion, managing to get most of it onto my tongue, but some still painting my rosy cheeks and face.

i hear him settle back in his seat and i open my eyes, swallowing and wiping the rest of it off with my finger, “here” he hands me his discarded overcoat and i take it from his hand. “wrap that around your bare ass before we get out so you’re not flashing my whole neighborhood.”

i look at the shirt then back down at him, “i-i’ll still be mostly bare-”

“okay?” he asks, chuckling and making himself decent before opening the car door. i keep myself glued to his back, the neighborhood is quiet, no one in sight, and its dark, thankfully.

he unlocks his front door and flips on a few lights. “this way.” he leads me around his cozy apartment, opens a closet to a washing machine and tells me to hand him my clothes. i unwrap his shirt from around my waist and hand it to him. he stares for a moment but throws it in with my missing clothes. he then begins to unbutton his top, discarding it and throwing it into the washer as well. he begins to undo his pants before looking at me, “you gonna stay in that?”

i stare back at him, wide-eyed, and frankly, in a trance. if there is one sight i’d like to have permanently etched into my eyelids, it would be jungkook, barely clothed. “d-do you want me to?”

he exhales, “i’ll give you something to wear, let me wash those.”

i nod, i strip fully, handing him my shirt and bra, and he throws his pants in there, leaving him in only his boxers, which leave little to the imagination.

he then walks towards a hallway and into a room, his room, i realize after i step inside. “you can take a bath if you want.” he tells me as he digs through his drawers, pulling out a new pair of underwear and sweatpants for himself and pointing at the en-suite bathroom.

if i’ve noticed anything so far in jungkook’s house, its the tidiness. people always complain that men are slobs, but jungkook is always well-taken care of. always smells so nice, when its not a nice cologne its his shampoo, body wash, or even just him. always well-groomed, never the same shirt two days in a row, and every outfit is well-put together.

i step into the bathroom and turn the lights on, looking around before spotting the shower. “there should be some towels in that closet, right?”

i turn my head to the stack of multi-colored towels in the small closet and nod at him, “yeah, this’ll do.”

he nods and dresses himself, i turn the water on and wait before stepping into it. i don’t care to shut the bathroom door, truly hadn’t thought about it until i was already in the shower, examining the things he had in there.

i use the body wash, shampoo, and conditioner he has in there, all very obviously well-loved, and he doesn’t seem to have much else. i suppose men don’t need much else.

i turn the water off and take a few moments to drip dry, ringing my hair out before pulling the curtains back to see jungkook in the bathroom with me. he turns, his eyes moving from me, to the towels, grabbing one and opening it up.

i gleefully let him wrap me in it. “thank you.” i tell him, smilingly widely at him. he doesn’t share half my excitement, and i use a lot of self-restraint not to attach myself to him like a koala to a tree and never let go. he does give me a boyish grin and pats my head, chuckling as he tells me, “you smell like a dude now.”

he turns back to the sink, doing whatever nighttime skincare routine he has. now thats the routine i need to pay attention to. i hesitantly wrap my arms around his thin waist, “no, i smell like you.”

to my surprise he chuckles, allowing me to stay where i was until he was finished. “Are you dry?”

i shrug, “kind of.”

he exits the bathroom, “finish drying off, i’ll look for something for you to wear.”

a few moments later he returns, a pair of shorts in his hands and a t-shirt. “this is the best i can do. the shorts might not work, but i surely won’t complain if you only wear the shirt.”

i laugh and he hands me the clothes, wondering back into his room. i examine the clothes, basic in nature, but they’re his. i put them on excitedly, it all fitting very loosely, the shorts tightened and tied as tight as i could get them, but i think they’ll work.

when i walk out of the bathroom jungkook is slouched against his bed, shirtless and in a pair of sweats, and i believe this has to be the best day of my life, i feel so much joy. he spots me and grins. “cute.” my cheeks heat and i rush to his side to kiss him on the cheek. “i get to stay the night, right?”

he nods, taking a bite of a cookie, offering me one from the same pack. “i’m not tired yet so i’m gonna watch a movie, you can go to sleep though, if you want.”

i shake my head and take it upon myself to cuddle into him. he doesn’t do anything in response, simply letting me wrap myself cozily around him. “what movie?”

“iron man.” he grins cheekily and takes a bite of another cookie.

“iron man?” he nods, as if it was a known thing. “why iron man?”

he shrugs, “its my favorite movie.”

i nod, resting my head against him before allowing a smile to grow. “I’ve never seen it.”

“really?” he says surprised, “oh you’ll love it, its amazing.”

and he was right, i did love the movie. but not as much as i enjoyed putting him to bed like a child because he fell asleep with the pack of cookies open on the bed, and one in his hand. i finish the cookie in his hand and close the pack before setting it on his bedside table. after that i found the remote, turned the tv off, and threw the covers over both of us.

it didn’t take long for him to hold me back in his sleep. while a part of me was sad he only did it in his sleep, i was mostly just happy to be in his arms, drowsy and content.

he let me into his house. let me use his shower, make me smell like him, let me hug him for as long as i could, gave me his clothes to wear, watched his favorite movie with me, and fell asleep beside me.

he may have ignored me earlier today, but now i have to know. i run my fingers through his hair as he lightly snores away, “are you sure you’re not falling for me too, jungkook?”

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚

wowa thank u for reading!! i feel like i haven't ever given thanks for the surprising amount of appreciation and attention this series has given me. so here i am, saying thank you all who have made it this far and have shown appreciation in many forms, be it liking, reblogging, commenting, sending in asks or even dming me, thank you a million times! and as always, wishing you all a fantastic day! - ara <3

masterlist | request taglist

taglist: @marvelahsobx @jeonpendejo @notbotheredtho @fragmentof-indifference @jwnghyuns @heronstairsxd @carzjeon @jayunu @marcoswhore @isab3lita @shescharlie @kooookie @jeonzll @nickyisityou @karinahwang @laylasbunbunny @morganaah

122 notes · View notes