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sevens-evan · 2 years
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happy friday i updated bumbleby eternal sunshine au. little existential agony to kick off your weekend
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astericias · 4 months
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more CRINGE au stuff boo!!! anyone remember when they hid in the ground in double life because they were the only greens. this kinda takes place in their little hiding spot :))
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ynnu-64 · 4 months
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thought some time ago of Lynnmanda fits perfectly as Joel and Clem from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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jayujus · 2 months
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rent a boyfriend! - chapter 13
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— 13 eternal sunshine
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fiapartridge · 2 months
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eternal sunshine ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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“please let me keep this memory. just this one.”
☼ pairing: jack hughes x reader
☼ summary: wanting to forget the existence of jack hughes and her entire relationship with him, y/n l/n visits lacuna inc. in new york city, in which she recounts memories of him for the last time…
☼ fia’s note: hi! i love eternal sunshine of the spotless mind & ariana grande’s new album is amazinggg so i thought i’d write a series to celebrate it! enjoy!
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— y/n’s memories ♡
01. intro (end of the world)
02. bye
03. don’t wanna break up again
04. Saturn Returns Interlude
05. eternal sunshine
06. supernatural
07. true story
08. the boy is mine
09. yes, and?
10. we can’t be friends (wait for your love)
11. i wish i hated you
12. imperfect for you
13. ordinary things
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simp4eshal · 1 month
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The boy is mine (Spencer x Reader)
Based on “The Boy is mine” by Ariana Grande
“The boy is mine,
I can’t wait to try him”
Your dad was president. Yes, he was.
And as the first daughter, you had to have security. That was obligatory.
But after an attempt is made on your life, your dad gets more cautious, and during the time of the investigation an FBI agent is charged with your safety.
Spencer reid x reader
I/ The one where you meet, and he’s so fine you spill coffee on yourself
II/ The one where you’re clumsy, and somehow end up on top of him
III/ The one where he can not act as if he’s not attracted to you anymore
IV/ The one where you get caught
V/ The one where your dad accepts him
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sannieluvrr · 2 months
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eternal sunshine - ateez's thoughts first time seeing you
here we go y'all! here is your teaser... chapter one coming monday!!!
warnings: suggestive content, not much tbh. slight spoilers in the best way possible.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
please be kind; this is my first fic!
master list / chapter 1
Hongjoong -
You walk into the kitchen area behind Mingi but run straight to Yunho. Hongjoong wonders briefly if they are sharing you or what is happening there. He cannot deny your beauty. You are as gorgeous as a sunset and sunrise. He has an idea for where you have been lately now that he sees Mingi holding onto you. Of course, you would find those two more acceptable, but Hongjoong thought he could do just as well as them.
“I have to get her into the studio to show her my music sometime. I think she would make a great background noise, like the opening laugh I do.” he thinks.
Seonghwa -
He has been on the phone since he walked into the building. He steps off the elevator and sees everyone eating. But, oh great, Mingi and Yunho have brought a girl. Why must they always do this, he thinks. As he sits down, all of those unhappy thoughts are gone. He stares into your eyes, but you are up at him through your eyelashes. He thinks he’s been struck by lightning. You look like something no one has ever touched, yet the look in your eyes proves that wrong.
“She looks like a doll waiting to be played with. I could show her that she must be dressed for a fancy meal one night.” he thinks.
Yunho -
He watched you take the courage to walk into the building from your car. He thought it was adorable. He followed behind as you went into the building to look for your room and saw you freeze at the amount of people there. It was shocking that people who wanted to return earlier were indeed there. But he was also one of those people, so who would he judge? It wasn’t until he saw you hesitate at the elevator that he decided to step in and take a chance.
“She reminds me of Mingi; I wonder if he would like her as much as I do. I want to take her on a date and treat her to a good meal.” he thinks.
Yeosang -
He watched you curiously as you walked into the kitchen. You were as pretty as Wooyoung said. Wooyoung had come into their shared room and started sharing how you looked pretty. Yeosang didn't believe him and told him as much, but now he had to eat his words as he swore he saw an angel walk into the room. He watched your interactions with Yunho and Mingi, as well as Wooyoung. He loved that you made sure Wooyoung followed through on his antics.
“I need to see her making Wooyoung eat his words more; maybe she can teach me. I also never thought I’d meet an angel, yet here is the day.” he thinks.
San -
He isn’t going to lie. He saw you walking down the hallway, not paying attention. You looked so adorable, and he wanted to talk to you. He tried to initiate a meet cute, like where she drops her books and he helps her pick them up, hands meet, and they fall in love. He didn't expect to fall over himself, but here he was. He just needed to know your name.
“She will be mine someday, and I cannot wait for our first kiss, date, and more.”
Mingi -
He didn’t know what to expect when Yunho called him downstairs. He certainly didn’t expect you, someone prettier than he has ever seen. Seeing how small you were compared to himself and Yunho was a shock to his system. He didn’t think he had a size kink, but here he was thinking of it. But, also, why were you so cute? He tilted his head, watching you as you worked up your courage to get out of the car. He needed to know you and be your friend, hopefully more.
“I need her in every way I possibly can.” he thinks.
Wooyoung -
He had to know who this cutie was getting onto the elevator. Why was she so precious? Why did she have this glow? Why was she so sunny, but her eyes held rain clouds? He watches as you click his floor number and knows he’s just met his new floormate. He is so happy that you are it. He will make all your favorite meals for you, and he can show off his kitchen skills. He doesn't know why you elicit such a response from him; it's just that you do.
“I am going to treat her to the best home-cooked meal, one she will always want, one that will have her return to my dinner table.” he thinks.
Jongho
You looked familiar, and he couldn’t name where he had seen you before. He watches you embrace San, immediately knowing who you are. He wants to know the woman who has San wrapped her finger. He needed to know the whole story between you two. But why did he feel jealous of his friend? He watches you two talk and wants desperately to be on the receiving end of your smile.
“Why did Sannie-hyung meet her first?” he thinks.
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mariejordans · 6 months
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just watched eternals for the first time…you could say drukkari is a limoreau variant
(also gen v eternals au when?)
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jscorpioart · 2 years
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“I’m just… happy. I’ve never felt that before. I’m just exactly where I want to be.”
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind au
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wavesmp3 · 10 months
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erased | wonwoo bday fic
wonwoo finds himself in a memory.
it’s from when the two of you went to the farm two hours out from the city to pick strawberries. “it’s one of my dreams”, you had told him at the start of summer, a sweet sticky drip of strawberry ice cream threatening to fall from the edge of your cone, “i’ve just always wanted to go strawberry picking”.
wonwoo looked up strawberry fields nearby that night.
the day he chose to go, he recalls, turned out to be the hottest day of the summer. a killer day that wonwoo could do without reliving, but then he sees you with your big floppy hat and impossibly bigger smile and forgets all about the sun and it’s relentless heat. you pick another strawberry, the biggest, brightest one you can find, shove it in wonwoo’s face with a sigh of contentment, and drop it in your basket without saying a word. forget the heat, wonwoo just loved this day with you.
the rest of the memory unfolds as he expects it will. you pick some berries, take a break for homemade strawberry shortcake from the farm, and return to the field to pick some more. it’s only when both of you are done picking, when you’ve washed the fresh fruit and are strolling along a path of orange trees, that wonwoo notices that something in this memory is…off.
“do you remember that fight we had in the store by your mom’s place over cheese?” you ask suddenly, fingering through your basket for a strawberry. you find the perfect one, take a bite, and pause to lick the juice from around your lips. wonwoo finds it cute, smiling absently, while wiping your face with a napkin. “the super petty one when she was throwing that party for…”
“for my aunt.” wonwoo finishes for you. he finds a nearby trash bin and tosses the now pink napkin into it. “yeah, i remember that, but—“
wonwoo stops in his tracks. this isn’t how it happened.
“what?” you ask nonchalantly, searching your basket for another strawberry. “did i remember it wrong?”
“yes-well, no, it…” wonwoo trails off, grasping at the faintest sense of consciousness.
“what?” you repeat.
“that hasn’t happened yet.”
and your face the moment he says it… it just crushes him.
how can he describe it? it’s like when you tell a kid that the tooth fairy isn’t real. it’s like sobering up and aging a thousand years all at the same time. it’s like you’ve been pretending something—this—is real for so long you forgot that it’s all in your head. forgot it’s just a memory, wonwoo’s memory. that this moment isn’t happening in real time. it happened a year ago. and that party you mentioned only happened three months after the two of you visited this strawberry field. and that in the summer of this year, you and wonwoo are broken up. and have been for nearly two months.
this is a memory. but in this moment, with betrayal painted all over your face, in every crack and blemish and wrinkle, wonwoo struggles to remember why he wanted to forget it in the first place.
“you’re erasing me.” you say, so quietly and so heartbroken wonwoo barely even hears it. this isn’t part of the memory from the strawberry field. this is real. it’s you speaking to him, staring at him like you did when you broke up. it’s you, or whatever is left of you.
wonwoo can’t even say the words. he just nods.
and now, staring at him, in a memory that isn’t yours, you don’t look betrayed anymore—you look ashamed. “i erased you first didn’t i?”
wonwoo doesn’t even feel angered by the reminder. he just feels so fatigued by it. two months before now and ten months after this memory in the strawberry field, you and wonwoo broke up. you ended the relationship, cut ties, and went your separate ways. a week ago, wonwoo received an email that you were erasing him, a procedure to rid your mind of certain memories. in this case, your memory of him and your relationship.
revenge, wonwoo thinks flatly, still fighting against the fog to remember why he’s getting the same procedure done to him. no, he corrects, redemption.
“say something.” you say at last, right in front of him, basket of strawberries forgotten. literally. figuratively.
and of course, all wonwoo can think to say is, “why’d you forget me?”
he’s been wondering all week.
“why’d we break up?” you counter. it’s not meant in a rhetorical or mean way. it’s a genuine question. this version of you wasn’t the one that parted ways with him.
the memory shifts then. slipping out of his fingers like sand, he doesn’t try grasping after it. but he does think: he doesn’t want to forget that day. he wanted the procedure, yes, but that day he wants to keep. like a memento. like a relic of what used to be.
a new scene materializes. his first run in with you post break up, at a park by the river. he was going for a walk. you were sitting at a bench. he wastes no time, there isn’t enough of it to waste anyways. he runs straight to the bench he found you at that day.
“wonwoo,” you call when you see him approaching the bench.
“why’d you forget me?” he asks again, more fervently, breathless and flushed, hands grasping at your wind breaker with a desperation that he’d find embarrassing if this was real life. but it isn’t. it’s a memory he’s trying like hell not to forget.
“i was just so hurt.” you answer. and of course, this isn’t how this run in actually went. in real life, wonwoo saw you sitting there, stared for a moment too long and then bolted in the opposite direction. “i’m so sorry.”
“what if i don’t want to forget you?” wonwoo can already feel you slipping away. this moment was so short in real life, the memory is fleeting. and the last thing he hears before the river rises up from behind him and carries his consciousness away with the current is
“what if i regret erasing you from me?”
the next memory, is a hard one. the moment he knew it was time to call it quits. that winter had been so cold. it seemed to ice over your relationship. and god, wonwoo held on so hard for all of spring, praying the ice would melt away by summer. but it’s may and your kiss still tastes like freezer burn.
“hold on to something other than me.” you tell him, laying next to him under the sheets. the sun hasn’t risen yet. it’s a sunday. that wonwoo remembers. “hold on to the day we met.” wonwoo does. it was a beach. it was a beautiful day. the water was still freezing. “meet me there again in the morning.”
“but i’ll have forgotten you.”
“wonwoo,” you say with such sweetness and love, it knocks the breath out of his chest, “we fell in love once before. we can do it again.”
“what if it ends the same way? what if we break our hearts again?”
the memory is fading again. wonwoo can feel it getting pulled from beneath his feet. he holds on to that beach. he holds on to that freezing water. he remembers, he remembers, he remembers, he
wake up.
when wonwoo wakes up that morning, it’s like any other day. like any other day except for the odd feeling in his chest urging him to go to the beach, and the voice in his head telling him, “what if it doesn’t.”
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thursdayinspace · 3 months
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So what if Ianto lives and becomes immortal, in whatever way, but after everything that happened, he and Jack still can't find a way to close that last distance. There's still the mess their relationship used to be. Both of them are still unable to say what they really feel. Everything ends in a fight, they just keep hurting each other.
So with some alien device they erase their memories of each other, because they know they will just keep falling back into old patterns otherwise, and it would only ever end in more pain. So they erase each other from their minds completely. Like none of it ever happened.
They travel the universe separately until they meet again on opposite sides of a conflict, as enemies. They hate each other but also there are flashes of something else. Images in their dreams. An ability to predict what the other one is going to do.
Memories are returning slowly, but they erased them for a reason, and they are also very much still enemies. So they're back where they started, only worse. And now they have to figure that mess out.
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sevens-evan · 1 year
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bumbleby eternal sunshine au chapter 5 is out and i refuse to apologize for my crimes
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astericias · 4 months
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au drawing
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ynnu-64 · 4 months
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Overpaint Mandy as Clem from the movie
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ghostedfiless · 5 months
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a jegulus fic inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind but instead of both erasing their memories and starting over it's just James erasing Regulus after Regulus' death. End scene of au would be James at the shoreline where Regulus died, unknowingly searching for the love he can't remember yet can't escape
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fiapartridge · 2 months
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intro (end of the world) ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ | jack hughes
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“how can i tell if im in the right relationship?”
☼ pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader
☼ summary: after seeing jack for the first time since your breakup, you’re left seeking advice from your nonna…
☼ fia’s note 💌: first part of the series! thx for joining us on this 13-part-series, i’m very excited for what’s to come <3 pls enjoy “intro (end of the world)” ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
eternal sunshine hq ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
next part: bye ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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For the past two months, you’ve felt your chest tighten and your throat well up whenever you went to bed. The other side of the mattress felt absent and empty, like the space was waiting idly for a person who would never return.
But today felt different. You saw him for the first time since your breakup. His arm was slung around Nico’s shoulder at the cafe downtown as they talked about their next game against the Pittsburgh Penguins. You didn’t feel like curling up into a ball and rolling out of there before he could see you. No, you felt like breaking into a full-on sob, letting the tears rack through your body and shake you up until you were at his feet, begging him to take you back.
Yet you stood there and you watched Jack talk with Nico, and you clung to your chest, and you stretched the suffocating collar of your scratchy sweater, and you watched him meet your eyes—and you watched him look away. It was like your two-year-relationship was never a thing, as if he had erased all memories of you from his mind. It was like you were no one to him.
Looking around, the cafe seemed smaller, as if the walls were closing in on you and you had to get out quickly before you were trapped.
You sprinted back to your apartment in record time, and upon opening the door, your back hit the wooden slab as you slid down to the ground, pulling out your phone from your pocket. Your hands were shaking, your chest was rising up and down without fail, and your vision was blurred with the amount of tears falling down your pale cheeks.
You waited two rings until your grandmother picked up. She was your safe haven for all things in life. She always knew exactly what wise words to say, and while she was thousands of miles away, you imagined her stroking your hair as you laid your head down on her lap, asking her how life was so easy for her. She would say that her life was everything but that and then go on a long speech about her younger days. That was all you needed now, and all you wanted in the future: to have her, to hear her advice and life lessons, and to pretend she’s still there stroking your hair, wiping your tears, and humming her perfect girl to sleep.
“Nonna?” your voice was shaky and tired, and she could sense it immediately. You could hear her tell your grandfather that she would be in the bedroom if he needed her.
“Sweets? Are you alright?” You missed her voice. It felt like you were calling her less and less nowadays. You hoped she would forgive you for that.
“I,” you stammered, clinging to the silver pendant around your neck. “I feel like every time something good happens to me, it all just…fades away and I hate feeling this way. I hate it, but I don’t know what to do,” you whispered. It all just felt impossible, like feeling happy held this small entity in the back of your mind, telling you that it could all be over in just a matter of seconds. You felt that in your relationship with Jack, you felt that when you saw him earlier, you’ve been feeling that way ever since you walked out of his life.
Being with him wasn’t a solution, but not being with him also wasn’t a solution to your problem. You were stuck and you were clueless as to what to do next.
“Oh, honey,” Nonna’s voice was soft and full of empathy. “Life has a way of tossing us into turbulent seas, but remember that storms eventually pass, and the sun always rises again. You’re feeling the weight of loss now, but that doesn’t mean happiness won’t find its way back to you.”
“But that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid of the happiness, of finding someone new and getting hurt again.” You paused, sniffling before asking, “How can I tell if I’m in the right relationship? I feel like…like you’re supposed to know that type of stuff but I’ve never felt that, or maybe I’ve felt that too much and it’s never been true. I just… I don’t know. I really don’t know.”
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