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Dear I fear we're facing a problem...
Music Matters: 16/?
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Lovefool
Tommy x gf reader
Summary: An infatuated Tommy finds his gf in a state of confusion, leading him to question her devotion. Will she say she loves him and not another?
Author's Note: Requested by @runnning-outof-time who asked for a story set in the room pictured above. Image credit goes to K for that lovely image in the center of the moodboard!
The soft glow of the fading afternoon sunlight gave an ethereal quality to your family’s drawing room, the pale ivory walls bathed in swaths of peach and gold that welcomed Tommy in despite his late arrival.
Arms full of flowers and lips overflowing with apologies, he carefully approached the center of the room. As he waited to see how you might receive him, his eager blue eyes roved the intricate scrollwork of the plaster moldings which cascaded from the ceiling and walls like clouds come down from heaven.
The high shine of the polished parquet floors reflected the warmth of the sun’s radiance upon your skin, bringing his gaze back to you and the sight left him enchanted. He stuttered out a quiet breath in appreciation of your angelic form in a white satin gown and matching gloves. But as Tommy moved to place a kiss upon your cheek, you shrunk way from him, an unreadable expression crossing your face.
Bringing the bouquet to your nose, you inhaled their rich perfume deeply, a hint of satisfied contentment settling over you. It was not to last. Tommy watched as your mood soon shifted like the wind, your hands relinquishing the colorful blooms moments later to a nearby table.
With an aching dread growing in his chest, he noted the distance between you as you retreated to the semicircular alcove of tall windows. Without so much as a backward glance, you walked into the light, leaving him far behind.
It was not the welcome to which he'd grown accustomed. The evenings of months past were spent intertwined on the sofa as you read from one of your favorite novels, stopping for him to brush the tendrils from your vision so you might continue or share a bit of gossip with him.
An uncharacteristic air of despondency seemed to take hold now as you looked out into the open space before you. Many moments passed in silence, your arms clutched tightly against your body before you finally proclaimed, “You shouldn’t have come tonight, Tom.”
“Why? Are you expecting someone else?” he asked with a half hearted laugh. A harsh gulp followed your silence, afraid to hear the answer.
“As a matter of fact, I am,” you confirmed, pulling back the heavy brocade curtains. Your eyes scanned the front lawn for movement, sensing only the shadows passing over the hedgerow.
As the sun dipped in the sky, a single beam of sunlight graced the ornate marble fountain. The light danced across the rippling water, twinkling back at you in an array of glittering gold and you smiled to yourself as you thought of the magic this particular hour held. In the days after your introduction to Tommy and his love of horses, you would often stroll the grounds near the stables before dinner. However, your joy was quickly stolen by thoughts of what your father had said at breakfast.
Tommy sighed heavily behind you and you glanced over your shoulder to see him slowly approaching.
“Tommy, please, don’t,” you shook your head softly as he began to reach for you.
“What’s wrong, eh?” his tone was gentle, but the concern he held was evident by the crease of his brow as he noted your puffy lower lip, swollen from your incessant biting. He’d come to notice it was a nervous habit of yours, albeit one that made you even more attractive. He would have kissed your ruby red lips if you hadn’t looked so distressed.
“Father says I ought to consider my options for the future. I’m afraid that no longer includes you,” you confessed flatly, afraid you’d lose control of your emotions if you didn’t hold tightly to the facade of well-mannered elegance.
Tommy's jaw clenched involuntarily at the thought of your father's duplicitousness, but also chided himself for being so thoroughly distracted by the mess Michael had made of everyone's finances recently. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he attempted a calming breath before asking, “And what of your mother?”
“Mother says I shouldn’t bother with someone who doesn’t deserve me,” you answered without considering how hurtful your declaration sounded. As soon as the words left your mouth, you recoiled slightly at the harshness. Eyes flicking up toward Tommy’s crestfallen face, you added defensively, “You’ve been away for weeks now with so few calls."
“I see,” Tommy uttered on a low breath. It was true the board meetings and paperwork had taken more of his time than he would have liked. “There were things I had to take care of,” Tommy began to explain before you cut him off.
“Yes, I understand, but that doesn't change the fact that mother says you’re not serious about me," you argued.
Fidgeting with your gloves you admitted that your parents had invited a handsome Bostonian named Jack Nelson to dinner one evening. With their blessing he'd taken you to the pictures and then dancing. Soon he was a regular guest at your parents' home, usurping Tommy's place at the table.
Tommy felt all the air leave the room as he recognized the name of the rival gangster. They'd seen one another two weeks earlier in London and exchanged cryptic remarks about his penchant for blue bloods and aspiration which made perfect sense now.
“You’d consider Jack Nelson’s proposal?” Tommy winced as he recalled the unsettling curl of the man's upper lip when he smirked.
“I don't know, I’m lost in confusion,” you cried, eyes brimming with tears.
Tommy ran a hand through his hair, unable to believe what he’d just heard. Surely you had to know the difference between his love for you and whatever false promises Jack had made.
The sound of tires crunching against the gravel drive signaled an end to your discussion and you quickly dried your tears. Chin raised high, you prepared to take your leave when Tommy reached for your arm.
“Don’t go,” he pleaded.
"But...my parents...they're expecting me" you stuttered, lost in the deep blue pools of his eyes so close to you they now threatened to swallow you.
Tommy's palm caressed your arm, warmth spreading up you like the last ray of sunlight fading from view. You couldn't help leaning into his touch, needing to hear what he would say.
“I'm sorry I wasn't here, but you have to know...I haven’t spent a day without thinking about you,” he confessed, eyes glistening hopefully.
A single tear cascaded down your cheek at his admission, savoring the words you'd longed to hear even though you knew they came too late.
Tommy's heart clenched in his chest at the sight of it, silently willing you to listen a moment longer. "Does he know?"
"Know what?" you whispered.
"That you like simple daisies most? Or that you're allergic to lavender?" he asked in a pinched voice, a lump growing in his throat at the thought of your hand slipping from his and losing you forever.
"Oh, Tommy..." you sighed, realizing he'd recognized your habit of pressing the delicate white flowers into your books when he brought them to you and how you sneezed when you'd passed the rows of purple blooms your mother planted in the garden. "I...I don't think anyone ever thought to notice," you admitted sadly. Your comfort had never been a priority to anyone before.
Tommy brought you in close to his body, stroking your back gently as he spoke. "You're the most precious thing to me in this world. How could I not have noticed?"
With that you began to weep openly and he embraced you tightly, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss.
"Everything's going to be fine, darling. I'll speak with your father and make things right. I love you," he swore to you with such earnestness you didn't doubt him for a moment.
“I love you too, Tommy,” you answered breathlessly.
Wiping your tears away with pad of his thumb, Tommy's grin widened and his eyes twinkled with mischief as he added, "Then let's go tell that Nelson bastard to fuck off!"
"Yes, let's!" you agreed with a giggle. And you exited the drawing room hand in hand.
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lovefool — “you’re welcome to stay, if you want” w eddie!!
librarian!reader is always calling my name so i needed to do something before i combusted | 1.1k fem!reader
Eddie’s got his feet propped up on the study table and his chair teetering on its hind legs. The dull sound of his rings tapping the hardcover in his hands fills the immediate space. Despite the fact that he’s actually read this particular horror novel at least thrice before, today it only serves as bookworm-ish guise.
The boy aimlessly flicks through the pages, eyes reflexively leaping over entire paragraphs to peak over at the reception desk. With each glance, he feels his heart start racing, his stomach starts flipping. And it has nothing to do with Stephen King, everything to do with you.
You’re sitting behind the polished wood with a pair of deep auburn-colored reading glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. Every so often, they slide down and prompt you to scrunch the muscles in your face and wiggle them back up. Whenever you ultimately give up and push them back into place with your finger, Eddie smiles to himself.
The pair of you have spoken quite a handful of times, but it only took Eddie seconds within that first interaction to be smitten. You’d worn a pretty color on your lips, an even prettier smile behind it. Your eyes lit up upon seeing the tower of Tolkien novels he’d placed in front of you to check out, then you’d complimented his taste, then his hair. Then as if to seal the deal, you reached underneath the desk to retrieve a flimsy bookmark with a map of Middle Earth and placed it on top of the stack.
Now, he’s proud to be a frequent library-goer. Admittedly he feels a little silly about it, at first. But the flash of recognition that crosses your face before you wave at him makes him forget.
You float through the building, burning hot under his watchful eye, shutting off yellow desk lamps and bidding farewell to patrons with a sweet smile. The closer you get to him, the more the familiar aroma of cigarettes and his cologne seem to engulf you. It’s your turn now to have your heart beat erratically in your chest.
“Hi, Eddie.” Your saccharine voice cuts through the silence and has him immediately closing his book. He gazes up at you, big brown eyes boring right into yours. Like he knows you’re about to swat his feet, he grins and kicks his legs down onto the floor.
“Hey,” he sighs out.
“Carrie’s that good, huh? ”
Eddie’s head twists in confusion. It’s like your presence sent him face first into a stupor, and now he’s racking his brain trying to figure out what you were asking. Only when you smirk and point at him does he realize you’re talking about the book. The book that’s in his hand, that he was meant to be reading this whole time.
“Oh! Yeah, Carrie,” he confirms with a gummy smile as he waves the novel up, “What can I say? The lady calls to me. You finished it yet?”
You wince at the question. A few weeks ago you’d each recommended each other a book, per Eddie’s suggestion. He’d read your recommendation within the week, returning it with a broad smile that made you feel giddy. It’s taken you a little longer. He sees it all over your face and gasps.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t read it, yet? You’re really hurting my feelings here, sweetheart.”
The nickname makes your heart catch in your throat and stumble on your words for a second. “It’s—I just…I started it! I promise. I just haven’t had time to read the whole thing,” you explain through a shy smile.
Eddie chuckles at your suddenly bashful demeanor before an idea pops into his mind. Even thinking about it makes him blush. He doesn’t give himself much time to dwell on the idea of your rejection before he’s blurting it out.
“I can read it to you.”
You watch him, surveying his expression to find any hint that he’s joking. But he’s got a doe-eyed look on his face. He’s dragging one of his rings across the curve of his lips with uncertainty.
“You’d…? You’re kidding,” you decide matter-of-factly.
He vigorously shakes his head, hair flying in every direction as he throws his hand over his chest. A bright smile shines across his face. “Cross my heart. I’ve been told I got a shot in the audiobook industry. Might even hear me on one of those little cassettes in the future.”
The boy is lying through his teeth. It’s rare that someone indulged in a positive conversation with him, let alone complimented his voice. Though, it makes you huff out a laugh, maybe a little too loud for a library setting and he swears his heart is about to break out of his rib cage.
You nod at him rather emphatically and agree, “Must be your charisma.” Your hand drops to pick at the chipped wood of the table and your gaze drops with it to hide from him.
“Hey, your words.” He tosses his hands up in the air, smugness tugging at the corners of his mouth. He clears his throat before asking, “What do you say? Think it’d be good practice for me to have a live audience.”
He looks so genuine, a soft expression taking over rough features. His leg bounces under the table with anticipation. His fingers move to where yours are, and he hesitantly reaches his pinky to your own. It’s just a tap, but it sends a tingle up your entire arm and has you reciprocating the touch.
He’s making it so hard for you to say no. You glance up at the clock on the nearby wall and frown. “Well, right now I’m kinda supposed to tell you that the library closes in a few minutes.”
Eddie spares a glance behind you and realizes that he’s the last person on this floor, maybe the entire building.
“Oh. Yeah, well…some other time.” His shoulders sink just slightly before he’s standing upright and smiling at you. “I’ll get out of your hair, m’lady.” He bends at the waist to bow at you, waving his arms theatrically.
You’re smiling at him again, something warm and entirely too sweet. As he turns to the exit, you feel something tug at your chest. Like he’s taking a piece of you with him. It has you calling out before you’re able to stop yourself.
“Eddie?”
He twists back and hums.
“You’re welcome to stay, if you want. I mean I’d love to take you up on the offer, if you don’t mind following me around while I reshelve some returns?” A nervous laugh falls from your mouth as you hitch your thumb towards the non-fiction shelves. Eddie spots your other hand still picking at the chipped wood.
He beams at you with flushed cheeks and a puffed chest.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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miguel o'hara
(series)
scratches and bites*
cat and mouse
(one-shots)
self-care*
miguel comes home to his sleeping girlfriend. guess he'll have to take care of himself... (somnophilia adjacent)
step on me* | lovefool*
no matter how hard you try, you can never impress your boss. he won't listen to any of the notes you have or the projects you're working on. the only time he pays attention to you is when he's fucking you over a desk.
chafed thighs*
request: I saw that you think Miguel is a thigh man 😩 can I request him x reader who's thighs clap when they run or so some type of activities.
acts of appreciation*~
request: a reader who appreciates everything that Miguel does for the multiverse in more ways than one.
free use*
miguel cannot resist your advances, even when he's trying to get things done
something new*^
you propose a new activity to try with your boyfriend. he's very intrigued by the idea
"i know who you pretend I am"*^
hi runa happy 3k! can you write something based on the lyric "i know who you pretend I am" from washing machine heart with mig?
bubble baths*
short one-shot of giving miggy a bubble bath -- all of this is because of this post
after dark** [dark] - geneticist!miguel x intern!reader
he wants you. and he knows you need him.
obsessed*
mutual masturbation + degradation kink (barely)
sunsetz*
worship*
(blurbs + thots + asks)
wake up call** [somno]
nano-suit [suggestive]
i'm convinced you would be able to see the entirety of miguel through his nano-suit, i mean, it's practically painted onto his body.
bj's with mig*
yandere!miguel*
tummy bulge*
miguel is a thigh man*^ | fucks your thighs??*
mig w/ a pierced girl*^
size kink*
squirting*
oral blurbs*: soft | rough
post-shower tease*
miguel under the tree* - christmas blurb
3k celebration:
"call me that again"*
"ten? i only need five"
blindfolding miguel
picnic + strawberries
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click here for stray kids!smau series
click here for tomorrow x together!smau series
click here for general ateez fic recs!
a collection of ateez!smau series that i have read, am currently reading or want to read (so I don't lose track)!!
feel free to send an ask or a message about any atz social media au's that you have read and enjoyed, doesn't matter which member bc at this point I'll read any and all of them bc I am obsessed... enjoy <3
fyi chapter mentions are for me to keep track bc i’m not on any taglists!!
♡ -> personal favorites!!
ot8/multiple membera
tongue tied (on hiatus??) ♡ ch 14
hooked (completed)
sweet november (on hiatus??) ch 22
milky way (completed)
always him (ongoing) ch 44
jung wooyoung
time of love (completed) ♡
cold brew (completed) ♡
daily dm (completed) ♡
dream chase (completed)
secretly yours (completed)
cache (completed)
someone like you (ongoing) ch 20
choi san
time of love (completed) ♡
mocha (completed) ♡
heartbreakers club (completed)
can’t you see (on hiatus???)
caught up (on hiatus) ch 7
odd eye (completed)
i can’t believe it’s you (completed)
wingin’ it (completed)
serendipity (completed) ♡
ignominy (completed)
so it goes (ongoing) ch 11
system error (ongoing) ch 14
park seonghwa
iced americano (completed) ♡
sans (completed) ♡
sugar honey ice & tea (completed) ♡
a classic trope (completed)
the kiss thief (completed) ♡
just say hi (completed)
song mingi
iced tea (completed) ♡
for life (completed)
sucks to suck lol (completed)
not my type (completed)
trip together (completed)
cupid’s corner (on hold) ♡ ch 17
lavender haze (completed)
genesis (ongoing) ch xxv
kim hongjoong
blue skies (completed)
the regular (completed)
lonely people’s club (completed) ♡
not that much of a vip
not my type (completed)
back to you (completed)
jeong yunho
wave (completed)
lovefool (completed)
sugar (on hold) chapter 3
algedonic (completed)
somebody else (completed)
seeing myself in you (ongoing) ♡ ch 75
chai latte (ongoing) ch 13
perhaps love (completed) ♡
when temporary becomes forever (completed)
yuck (ongoing) ♡ ch 24
on a high (ongoing) ch 1
choi jongho
caramel macchiato (completed) ♡
kang yeosang
matcha latte (completed) ♡
cruel summer (ongoing)
only you (completed)
sweeter than candy (ongoing) ch 71
cherry on top (completed)
consenescere (ongoing)
messed up (ongoing) ch 9
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new task: valentine’s day (ACTS)
A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)
PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!
SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.
WC: 3.150k
CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)
|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|
[☆★🌷★☆]
{ACT 1: NOT A LOVEFOOL… YET}
To be in the same class group than him was slightly tolerable.
Is what you’d like to say if you were in a good mood. But it wasn’t the case.
You were mad. As fuck.
“I just need you to give it a chance,” Miss Fernández stated once more, and you had to hold back to not roll your eyes at her.
“But Miss. I know that this subject is difficult and that he could, uh, help me out with the project,” you muttered reluctantly, because on normal circumstances, you wouldn’t go as far as to let Kim Seungmin help you with chemistry. Not ever.
You weren’t in need of help that desperatly.
And that was a fact, not a matter of ifs, buts, or maybes. That was an absolute. Something that lovely-yet-not-so-much teacher Lucía Fernández, spanish accent and all, was not getting.
“Listen. We both know that your grade is the best I can offer considering your behaviour in my class, despite of your average knowledge of the subject. And in this case, I am offering to set that aside if you work on these following assignments with your classmate Seungmin.”
Her harsh tone was also an absolute, and that made you clench your jaw. You blamed Lucas for her attitude towards you —after all, that one accident with a Bunsen Burner had been mostly his fault—, but you breathed in, trying to offer your most pity-inducing grin.
Judging by her glare, it wasn’t working.
“Miss, I—”
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t look like she was. “It’s my last word. And I think that after coming three days to my office on each of your free periods, this is getting a bit tiring.” She sighed, adjusting her glasses by a soft push of her finger.
Nope. She definetely wasn’t sorry.
Witholding a groan you left her office, and huffed as the door closed behind you, swiftly heading to meet your group of friends when they got out of their Biology lesson in other building within the school grounds.
It was a chilly evening, maybe not too much from what one could expect for the first week of February, still one that made you hide your face in your scarf and you hands in your jacket pockets.
You settled your headphones where they belonged, humming to the music to hold back the need to rant and rave against your chemistry teacher, when your phone dinged.
< henry li🫧: everything ok? saw you in lucifer’s office rn
< henry li🫧: did you do smth again? you cheekyyy 🙊
You gingerly laughed, and started typing out your answer, when, out of nowhere, you bumped against someone, making all of the books that they were carrying fall down of their grasp.
You pursed your lips, then pressed them in a thin line. Staring at their— his back, you saw that his backpack was almost empty. Why the fuck would he carry all of his books on his hands then?
The guy had quickly bent down to get his books back, and you followed too, taking your headphones off and quickly trying to prevent the papers from getting wet because of the floor, that was damp from the rain before, when your hands softly brushed against each other, still, you forced yourself to ignore it.
“I’m so…” the word dissapeared in your mouth.
“It’s ok, don’t… oh.” He blinked, his face showing nothing. For fuck’s sake.
Why did it always have to be him?
He swiftly took all of the things from you, as if your touch could be worse than the wet floor. You frowned, feeling a cold shiver trail up your spine, and you crossed your arms in front of you, struggling to seek some warmth.
“Watch it, little one.” He mocked with a light smirk. “I might accidentally step on you one day.”
You looked at him through your eyelashes. What. An. Idiot. You passed a hand through your hair, chuckling dryly.
“I-,” you sighed, shaking your head sideways. “Nah, you know what? I don’t have time for this crap.” You smiled at him widely, full of sarcasm.
But just when you were about to leave, you felt a tug at your sleeve, the fabric of your shirt not thick enough to hide the warmth of Seungmin’s grasp on your forearm. You frowned, confused at the lack of any uncomfortable feelings because of it. There was none, but rather a need to cover yourself with it and wear it like a jacket.
“Did you fix it?”
You blinked, trying to get your brain to focus on his words.
“Huh?”
He rolled his eyes, but his hand didn’t move an inch. “You said you were going to talk to Miss Fernández so we wouldn’t be partners, which is, well, so mature, congratulations,” he tsked, but then continued. “But did it work?”
You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat feeling dry. What was going on? You needed to focus.
In a harsh motion, you moved your arm away from his grasp. You forced yourself to ignore how your skin missed it.
“I… no. She settled. You- I mean… we…” the word felt awkward when it rolled off your tongue.
We? There was no such thing in between Seungmin and you. No we, no us, no nothing. And it was like that for a reason. One that you had almost forgotten with how softly his slender and warm hand had been holding your forearm. Ugh.
As you struggled to say those infamous words, your phone dinged again, and you mumbled a short “oh, wait,” and unlocked it.
< henry li🫧: leaving me on read, shortcake?
Seungmin stared at your phone, shoving his hands on his pockets when he saw you smile at the bright screen. He bit his lower lip. He hadn't taken all of his stuff out of his backpack just for this.
“So,” he licked his lips, and it almost shocked you the sudden roughness on his tone and demeanour. “Chemistry is easy. We can meet up on Friday in the public library. An hour or two should be enough, even for someone with a fun-sized brain like yours.” He chuckled meanly, the motherfucker.
Ever since that stupid text from him, you had made it your mission to surpass him, or at least reach his level, and to be honest, you were even succeding in some cases, like philosophy, art history, spanish, technical drawing and business studies. But Chemistry?
Chemistry would always kick you in the ass.
Before you were able to come up with a comeback for his stupid snicker, the bell rang, and you felt an arm laying its weight on your shoulders.
“Smallable!” Lucas laughed, then realized that you were talking to a certain someone and ful Ty ly gasped. “Oh my god. Are you two finally dating and I interrupted— AH!” He was interrupted by your elbow hitting his side. Noa and Atenea chuckled behind him.
“No. Seungmin was just leaving.” You huffed with a frown, but then you smiled, almost excessively, like a small maniac. “Right?”
But before he was able to reply or mock you, Atenea spoke, ruining your chances of kicking him away.
“But we all have English now,” she said, and if it had been someone else, like Lucas, you would’ve stepped on his shoe or something. “We’re going to the same place, we can go together.”
Seungmin felt you stare intensively at him. He smiled at Atenea, finding that he enjoyed having you look at him, reason why he loved annoying the shit out of you.
“Sure!” He smiled politely, almost sheepishly, and you bit your lip to hold back the need to scoff at his 'obviously fake' kindness.
Because except for you, the rest of your class —heck, probably the rest of the school— were smitten with Kim Seungmin.
Top of the class, funny, kind, and cutely introverted Kim Seungmin was just a dorky student who tried to get along with everyone.
But that was wrong. And you may not have any proof aside from his mean attitude towards you and only you, but you knew it.
Seungmin had to be more than just a pretty boy with high grades, and it was only with you that he proved you right.
You stayed next to Lucas, hoping that Seungmin would at least stay with your friends and ignore you.
But to your horror, he smiled at you, a pink dust on his cheeks. “If you don’t mind?”
Oh, son of a bitch.
“No… it’s whatever.” You huffed.
Because against his dorky self, to the rest of your class —heck, to the rest of the school— you were the quote on quote “bad student.”
Troublesome, mean, class clown? Check. You laughed at teachers in class with Lucas far more than what could be ignored, the dresscode had always been more of a guide in what to wear, unlike what most students usually followed, and you may have been expelled a bunch of times.
Even if you were somewhat kind to the people in school, and even if they all knew your rivalry with Seungmin, God forbid you were mean to him.
You wouldn’t see the end of it.
And he knew it.
Bitch.
So there you were, walking to English class with your friends plus innocent Seungmin —who no one had called, not even the ghostbusters—, who was snickering and giggling with Atenea about who-gives-a-shit. Something class-related. You couldn’t be bothered to listen.
Lucas chuckled next to you.
“Careful, Spongebob.” He laughed. “Some could say you seem jealous.”
…WHAT?!
“Of… of Kim Seungmin?” You snorted. “Are you on drugs?”
He ruffled your hair. “Sure, sure, keep lying to yourself, shortie.”
Finally, you arrived to class, but before you stepped inside, Seungmin stopped you, whispering in your ear.
“Yeah, shortie.” He teased, his lips almost grazing the shell of your ear. “Don’t be too jealous. We wouldn’t want everyone to know you love me.”
His whisper would’ve been almost enticing if it weren’t for the fact that it was Kim Seungmin the man in question, and he snickered, pushing his glasses back.
But then someone cleared his throat behind you two.
“Care to sit down? I don’t have all day.” Mister Holmes grunted, carrying a monster drink and a coffe at the same time.
That mas was slightly terryifing.
You squinted at Seungmin and then walked to your place at the back of the class, hoping that your cheeks felt warm because of how the teacher had startled you and definetely not your classmate’s honey-like voice.
“Pssst. Heeey,” Noa smiled teasingly, whispering with a smirk. “Pssst. You’re blushing…!”
“Shut up!” You frowned at her, but you were unable to hold back a smile. But it was because of your friend Noa. Not Kim Seungmin.
Mr Holmes cleared his throat, and finished off his monster, throwing it to the bin.
“So. I’ve been hearing from some students in the hallways that you’re all excited for saint valentines’ day.” He stated in a strong voice, one that filled the class with little to no effort. “And sadly so, I was thinking of putting an exam that Wednesday…” he faked a sigh, and you had to hold back a laugh, contrary to the frowns and groans that appeared in your classmates faces. Pfft, what a character. “Unless… you guys want to do something in true valentines fashion.”
Mr Holmes crossed his arms, laying back on his chair, his stare cold and face lacking any kind of emotions.
“Say… any ideas, Mr… Kim?”
Seungmin sat up straight at his name being mentioned, and you rolled your eyes, holding back a mocking smirk.
“I ugh… I wouldn’t want to bother my classmates with a lot of work, sir… but maybe… maybe a writing assingment related to the topic would be… enough?” Seungmin stated, his tone soft and shy, and there was even a blush that trailed up from his neck, but he stayed staight and firm as he spoke.
“A valentine-themed task.” Mr Holmes enunciated as he pondered. “It’s a… decent idea. Any complaints?”
You felt some of your classmates’ eyes on you, and you sighed, crossing your arms in front of you, remaining silent. As long as it wasn’t an exam, you’d accept whatever.
“With that settled, I’ll upload the task online this afternoon, but it’ll have to be written by hand. Be sure to hand in a picture of your assignment on time, or your final grade will be affected.” The teacher turned on his laptop, and started taking assistance.
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Time had passed dreadfully slowly, until the bell rang and Mr Holmes dissmissed all of you so everyone could leave for the day.
“A valentine-themed task.” You huffed in annoyance as you stuffed your locker with books you weren’t going to take home.
“I thought it was original.” A voice snickered lowly behind you, and you slapped your locker close, smiling at him.
“Well, Henry. It’s no surprise your taste sucks.”
You chuckled when he rolled his eyes.
“I was waiting for your reply,” he mentioned with a soft tone.
You closed your locker, and you two started walking together. “Oh, sorry, I totally forgot,” you apologized with a smile, but he brushed it off. “Yeah, I was with Lucifer earlier. She’s making me work with Seungmin for this term’s assignments.”
Henry frowned. “And we hate that guy… right…” you chuckled.
“Exactly. We don’t like him.”
“So then, don’t do it. You were going to meet him to study, right?” You nodded, smirking slightly at him.
“We agreeded to meet on Friday to start, in the library.” You added, watching his smirk widen. “What are you thinking?”
He stopped walking, smiling at you. “There’s this club that opened recently. Been wanting to go have a look. Apparently, it’s like exclusive and shit. And it’s Friday.” His light-coloured eyes shined as he looked at you. “Meet me there?”
You grinned cheekily.
“Sure. Can’t wait.”
[☆★🌷★☆]
You hadn’t noticed Seungmin on the school bus until this year.
Because he had made himself noticeable, sitting at the back of the bus, a couple seats away from you, but oh, dorky Seungmin was always friend of everyone, sheepishly starting conversation with any kinds of people in the bus, no matter the year they were in.
Before his text, you had even thought he was cute as he gingerly chatted with a group of kids who were probably starting high school.
“Is it too difficult?” A little girl asked.
And it surprised you how he turned to her and smiled, almost tugging at your heart strings, eyes like crescent moons.
“It’s only difficult if you stop trying. And we don’t give up, right?” He stated cheerfuly, and all the kids shined at his sheepish and bashful brightness, high-fiving the girl that talked to him.
You forced yourself to shove those memories to the back of your mind. That Seungmin wasn’t real. And you didn’t like him. The real him. Right?
“Oi, Kim Seungmin.” You called, as it was only you two left on the bus.
He was surprised at your call, but only side-eyed at you, lazily raising his brows, signalling that he was listening. You frowned.
See? You thought to yourself. He’s mean. He isn’t sweet, nor cute. Focus.
“What kind of lame ass idea was that?” You huffed with a mean smile. “A valentine-themed assignment.” You snorted.
His bus stop was close, so he ignored you as he picked up his coat and backpack, but you kept on talking. “You know? Hallmark office called, they want their boring clichés back,” you mocked, laughing.
Backpack on and coat hanging on his arm, he stared at you, and waited for a red light to walk to your seat.
He settled next to you, still staring at you as you chimed mean remarks about his originality and such and such.
“Anything else to mumble? I couldn’t hear you from down there.” He snorted meanly, and you were too focused on annoying him that you didn’t notice his stare at your lips as he licked his own.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a lame guy. He gave you the chance to choose, and you chose that piece of—?!”
His lips tasted as sweet as his voice that day with those little kids.
You felt his hand slowly creep up and cradle your face, his eyes closed as he kissed you, and slowly, your eyes closed too.
It was sweet. So sweet. But what was it? It was a flavour that you knew. Its sweetness was so familiar, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what was it.
You kissed him back, and he let out a surprised whine as you sighed, your hands, which had been frozen on his shoulders, waiting for your order to push him away, slowly followed up and remained on his face, your thumbs almost stroking his cheeks.
You wanted needed to know what he tasted like.
But it was when your hands went into his hair that he sighed too, melting under your touch, that your brain clicked.
…
what were you doing?
…
WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!
You pushed him away, and your breath hitched.
He didn’t look like fake Seungmin.
In front of you was not the innocent boy who had straight A’s and was shy enough to not be able to say no to a lot of things, who sheepishly spoke up in class, or who treated everyone with a bashful kindness that was so endearing.
This Seungmin was different. His glasses had a bit of a fog in them, his hair was all messed up, and his lips were plush, pink from your tinted gloss and slightly swollen from your kiss.
This Seungmin was a wreck, all flustered and kissable, and he looked like a mess.
But it felt real.
And for a second, you wanted to kiss him again, yearning to figure what that kiss tasted like, the word for it almost in the tip of your tongue.
He panted, struggling to catch his breath.
“Finally,” he huffed with a smile, but his dark eyes didn’t match the mocking in his tone. A small part of your mind thought that they looked prettier than any light eyes you had ever seen. “So you were able to shut up, after all.” He gulped, still panting.
He moved away from you slowly, as you remained there, frozen, like a piece of art in front of him, cheeks blushed, lips flushed and parted as your eyes stared at him, an emotion much different from this evening.
He found himself enjoying this one even more.
“Eh… T-this is my bus stop.” He muttered when the bus stopped. Maybe it wasn’t, but he didn’t care. He felt like he would have the energy to run home if needed. “I-I’ll… see you tomorrow.”
You blinked as he stood up and walked away.
What…
What had just happened?
[☆★🌷★☆]
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Heyy!! How are you?? I love your writing and i was wondering if you could do a dating Aegon headcanons (like he isn’t a cheater or something like that) of course if you feel comfortable, if not it doesn’t matter!, Thank youu💓
𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
: ̗̀➛ I know this man would hold such a literal fervid, passionate love for you the second you begin to date. (and before that too, coughcoughcough)
: ̗̀➛ Literally you're like a Goddess to him, and expect to constantly be cherished and spoiled by him no matter what. Basically, whatever you want, you get it, because he says so.
: ̗̀➛ You're the only one that knows exactly how to lift his mood up by showering him with tender, desiring love when he feels too overwhelmed with royal responsabilities, especially because he's to be a future King.
: ̗̀➛ ^ This means you're the only one Aegon's always ranting to. Sharing his thoughts, and releasing his stress by having your fingers being interwined around his platinum hair, and hearing your soft voice cooing him.
: ̗̀➛ Whatever thing you do, or give him, he will absolutely love it. You can make a silly little flower crown for him and he will proudly use it because everything you do is absolutely perfect.
: ̗̀➛ Hugs from behind and neck kisses are a thing in your relationship. Also, forehead kissing.
: ̗̀➛ Teasing Aegon would be a little fun thing for you to do. Just imagine him being all whiny and needy for your display of affection and you simply ignoring him but merely just for the fun of seeing him pouting and whining even more.
: ̗̀➛ Rides on Sunfyre? ALL THE TIME. He's quite a proud, show-off type of man, and he would be very much satisfied to see the keen glint of your eyes at the mere sight of his dragon.
: ̗̀➛ Would drop all his responsabilities and duties just to take you to Sunfyre's dragonpit and pet his dragon, maybe even go for a ride. The rest can wait, you're his top priority.
: ̗̀➛ Sweet little nicknames in High Valyrian constantly: Issa dāria [ my Queen ], Issa vys [ my World ], and also Byka rūklon [ little flower ].
: ̗̀➛ Expect him to sort of follow you around like a lost puppy, and for him to be like your lapdog.
: ̗̀➛Sexual innuendos 24/7? YES. Totally, whether it's in public, or in private. But our boy would totally love to constantly show you off how horny and needy he is all the time, especially around you.
: ̗̀➛ Don't be surprised if the idea of you being his Queen after he's officially named King arouses him.(sorrynotsorryjsjskdkd)
: ̗̀➛ Expensive gifts such as good Valyrian jewellery and new dresses would be another way of showing his love for you.
: ̗̀➛ Stupid dumb boy would be an absolute lovefool for you. Just show him you love him back and tell him how proud you are of him, he needs it. Especially from you.
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lovefool [6/6] (jjk)
pairing: jeon jungkook × reader
genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut
summary: your boyfriend’s pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.
word count: 5k
warnings: pretty tame mentions of parental negligence, almost smut at the end.
note: yeaah this is it for lovefool !! um 😁 i had fun writing it! i will add to this au through drabbles as i've already mentioned before :D hope you like it! and sorry it's a little longer than the other parts!
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There are around a little less than three full sentences that you’ve conjured up to say to your boyfriend. In your haste of being quick (and dramatic) after considering Jungkook’s schedule, you were NOT ready for the conversation you needed to have.
One would assume you’re only running away from your problems which would still be okay because then you’d have time. The time you need to spend, sincerely thinking about exploring your options.
Things may seem bleak now but there’s always daylight after a dark night. Unless, you account for the Arctic Circle during summers, then this analogy doesn’t make sense, but you know you have a thing for cliches and the dramatic.
“_____, bloody shower already! Wash your hair so I can dye it tomorrow!” Sana’s screech brings you out of your thoughts.
“I’m not sure I want to dye my hair, Sana, bleaching itself is scary...” - “Bleaching is the only scary part, genius. And I already bought pink dye and purple shampoo for you!”
“I’m sorry,” you frown.
Sana softens at your guilt-ridden demeanour, “Hey, it’s no biggie, it doesn’t expire until next year. I’m sure I can get Jungkook to convince you. You’ll have matching hair colours! It’s fucking cute, babe.”
Sana smiles sweetly. “Now, shower. Now, now.”
“I will! Soon.” You pout.
“Okay! See you in the hall room.” She pats you on your butt before strutting away.
You swear your indecisiveness is genetic. As much as you’d like to blame your family for yet another thing from a really long list of ‘defects’, it’s pointless and a waste of time. All of this was on you. And Yuna. And Jungkook, but mostly yourself.
Taehyung has called to check on you twice now and unsurprisingly, he refuses to disclose any details about what you might have to prepare for. ‘I’d much rather you speak directly to Jungkook, I really don’t want to risk changing your mind for the worse—or better. Just know I will continue being your friend no matter what comes out of this,’ he had said.
And that got you wondering.
Are you truly prepared for the ‘worse’ outcome?
You don’t want to deal with a breakup and you don’t want to deal with Yuna. It’s highly unlikely that you may never see her or Jungkook again after your presumed, hypothetical breakup. It’d kill you to see Jungkook still around the person who kinda sorta pushed you, his presumed and hypothetical ex-girlfriend, away.
Honestly, deep down, you really wouldn’t blame him if he stuck with her.
If you had a relationship like Jungkook and Yuna’s, you’d struggle to ‘choose’ as well. You don’t expect him to throw away years’ worth of a friendship for or at the cost of a two-month long relationship.
At the same time, you would most likely disintegrate if you saw them become more than just best friends. You almost retch at the imaginary scenario.
How funny would that be? Very not.
Instead of getting yourself worked up over what may be, you Rory Gilmore it up.
You make a ‘pro and con’ list.
It sounds unethical to base your decision to date or not to date on a list of whatever reasons, which could very well end up being shallow and more logic based than your emotions and feelings.
Lucky for you, you don’t have a single logical bone in your body. You’re frantic and last minute. The most planning you can do for this ‘conversation’ is this, no doubt, very trustworthy ‘pro and con’ list.
Jungkook communicates with you solely over text and it’s a lot less frequent than usual. It’s awkward because he doesn’t try to push anything on you and you didn’t expect it.
You can’t help but think he may slowly be pulling away from you.
The distance has done nothing but make you miss him and want him more but you’re worried it’s only because you’re afraid of losses and change. You’re scared he doesn’t feel the same for you. You don’t want to be on a different page than him.
Before you psych yourself out over the possibility of Jungkook not wanting to be with you, you prepare for your little list.
The notepad you use to scribble on was on Sana’s desk, out of your reach.
You frown, not wanting to move from the comfortable blanket and throw pillows you were tucked under.
You think about ringing Sana but you had bothered her enough with tucking you in earlier that day, so you forgo it.
Then, you mentally list your cons of breaking up--- you’d miss him, this would wreck you, it would possibly wreck him, Yuna would swoop in, Jungkook and Yuna would form a hate club and then they would kiss.
The pros would be--- you will not go through an emotional break up that would destroy your routine for a while, Jungkook realises he liked Yuna all along and it’d be harder for him to break it off with you because he is the nicest man you've ever met.
And now, you realise you lack a clarity of thought and all your thoughts are based on your insecurities.
You want to call Dr. Min but it seems a little excessive and spineless to ask him what you should be talking about with Jungkook.
Thought dumping is always an option. You could leave it all up to Jungkook. Whatever his decision is, goes.
This is coming from a very cowardly side of you--- letting other people take control of you and your life. It’s difficult to unlearn something you’re so used to doing. Recognising it is a good first step, though. So says Dr. Min. You owe him your life for the changes he’s making for you.
You confessed to him how grateful you were but he’d insist it was a collaborative effort.
In all honesty, you want Jungkook so badly. You want to be consumed by him, give into him. And if you put your insecurities away, you would stop running from this wonderful man. You can acknowledge his inexperience but it’s not like you’re any better. In fact, you’re more childish than he is. You don’t know any better than he does.
It’s still a young relationship and it’d be such a shame if it ended so suddenly without reason.
The only aspect you need closure in is this inner war you have with yourself.
Again, it doesn’t happen overnight. ‘Rome wasn't built in a day, but it burned in one.’ (I forget who says this.)
You despise those “self love” mantras--- love yourself, you’re beautiful, you’re perfect, believe in yourself, you’re enough, you deserve better--- it’s all a load of bollocks.
You know relationships are hard work, you know you have a lot to sort out within yourself, you know you have a lot to tell Jungkook about yourself and it’s never going to be perfect. Nothing is perfect.
In a way, you’re grateful for the little bumps because it trains you for future adversaries (?) too dramatic? No?
The little tremors reassure you that you’re on the right track. If it were all smooth and seamless, you’d be more suspicious and paranoid. Ironically, those are factors you experience now as well. For a different reason.
“Hey, doll.”
Your eyes blinked open. Was your brain messing with you or did you actually hear Jungkook?
You crane your neck up from the soft pillows. The pillows and blanket did not aid you in any way, pushing you down further.
“Jungkook?”
“I hope you don’t mind me coming to you first---” He paused at your expression.
Your face was a true index of your mind. Erratic. Disbelief. Confused. You swore you had decided to meet the following day.
“See, I waited till today and I couldn’t stop myself.” He continued.
You establish that he’s here. It settles in.
In a way, this is great, you aren’t overwhelmed by anxiety from waiting and overthinking more than you already have.
For some reason, you aren’t upset that he showed up before decided. After all, you did miss him.
Sitting up on your bed, you watch him awkwardly shift his weight from one leg to another, debating on taking a step closer to you.
You’re really happy to see him yet you contemplate running into the bathroom to avoid him for a bit but immediately shoot that thought down.
It’s only insecurity about your appearance. You wished you didn’t look like you hadn’t showered or slept or eaten well in three days.
The silence is so loud when the closing of the front door breaks it, indicating Sana’s leave. She gave you privacy.
“I had begun to forget what you looked like. It’s been so long.” Jungkook almost whispered.
It had been a little over two weeks.
The mention of your looks made you a little self-conscious.
“_____.”
“Hm?”
“Tell me what you’re thinking about... please. Do you want me to leave? I’ll come back tomorrow; I swear.”
You stretch your legs out on the bed, revealing your thick, fuzzy socks and unshaved legs. It didn’t bother you at the moment because you didn’t notice it.
You point to Sana’s bean bag with your toes, directing him to make himself comfortable. You hope she won’t mind and make a note to wipe it down just in case. He obliges.
Discreetly adjusting your night dress over your thighs under the blankets, you stare directly into his panicked looking eyes.
"_____..." He starts again. Bur you cut him off.
“Honestly?” You begin, “I’m a little annoyed.”
“Because of me?” Jungkook points to himself with his thumb.
You frown, “Kind of? But not really. I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No, I meant--- Jungkook, I thought- I had your word. About tomorrow? Not today.” You stutter, unsure of your tone.
“I know- it’s an asshole move to just, ignore you and force you to talk to me and I promise you, I will leave immediately if you don’t want me here. I just wanted to make sure you’re OKAY. I wanted to make sure you’re still… I don’t know- here, with me.” He looks worried but so well rested. Fresh? And pretty.
You would have no idea he was this worried just by looking at him.
You furrow your brows, “I won’t deny that it was an… asshole move, as you put it, but...“ You struggle to maintain eye contact with him. “I am happy to see you. I missed you.”
Those words came as a relief to Jungkook, who now had a small smile graced on his lips, “You are so important to me.” It was the most random afterthought.
Your eyes welled up at that. It wasn’t supposed to happen this early on?#&!@
“That feels good to hear.” You respond weakly. “But, I have so much to tell you. Ask you. But, mostly tell you.” You pause, “I want you to be prepared to take everything in.”
“I promise you, I’m here. I’m with you.” Jungkook extends his hand for you to hold.
You restart your sentence thrice before getting a hang of what you’ve half heartedly rehearsed.
“It’s a shame I don’t have a cocktail in my hand right now,” you nervously laugh.
Jungkook playfully scoffs, “Can I sit with you?” You pause, “No, I haven’t showered yet.” “That’s okay.”
You smile at the ground. “I have to start with, like, my upbringing, my family life, relationship- whatever.”
Jungkook tilts his head forward to indicate he was attentive.
“I haven’t had the best role models as a child. I’m lacking in many ways and I doubt I will ever feel completely confident in myself, at least for now. And none of this is-“ You find an object or something, anything to focus on. To compose yourself. Jungkook’s finger tattoos. His hands distract you for a second before you get back on track. “It’s not your fault. And it’s not your responsibility to make me confident. I know, I’m the only one who can change that.”
You can see it on his face that he disagrees with something you said but the floor is yours at the moment. He respects it.
“So, I’ve never really had anyone tell me that I’m doing okay? I swear I can explain this better...“ You scoff to yourself.
“Don’t worry.” Jungkook reassures you. “You’re good.”
Jungkook contemplates whether or not to ask to sit closer to you. He shook his head and let you lead him instead.
“Wow, I hate being this vulnerable. Ahh….” You pause for only a second or two, not wanting to break your flow.
“I have never been sure about anything in my life, stuff most people would find easy to, uh, operate through. I didn’t know where I’d be now a year ago, I could never plan for anything. I don’t have plans. I don’t have a goal or a dream. And, I didn’t know if that was… normal or okay.”
“You know? Things like, do I want to study more or take a break? What am I good at? What can I do that would help me in any way in life? How do I, I don’t know, grow a backbone…? Am I even stable enough to bring another person into my life?”
“Just the usual stuff.” Jungkook interrupts.
You smile a little, “Sure.”
“Up until I started therapy with this really great psychiatrist. Min Yoongi. That’s his name,” You looked up at Jungkook, feeling your lower lip quiver, “And he- I think, I mean I know this is incredibly weird but he has taught me a lot more in months than my parents have in years.” You squeeze your eyes shut.
You try not to let it affect you but fail. It’s a reaction you’re far too familiar with when you mention or even think of your parents. Even in passing.
A sob escapes your lips. “I feel guilty for talking about them this way. They have given me everything they could. I’m not ungrateful. I don’t want you to think I-”
“_____, I understand what you mean. Nothing you say right now will change my feelings for you.” Jungkook attempts to comfort you.
He was lucky enough to have the privilege of being paid attention to and loved. He knows this very well.
Besides, he wouldn’t dare make assumptions about you even if you kicked a child in their face.
You chew on your inner cheek to stop yourself from breaking down, “I respect my parents as people. I really, really do but I can’t go back to them. I can never do anything right for them and they’ve ruined possibly every future relationship of mine- any kind of relationship- I can’t trust people. It has held me back so many times…”
Jungkook switches his place from the little chair to kneeling on the floor next to your bed. Placing your hands in his, he kisses your forehead.
That simple action does it for you.
It’s like a dam breaking open when you finally give into him.
Your nose is warm, probably red and leaky and your cheeks are wet from the tears. His hands squeeze yours tighter than ever. “It’s okay,” he mumbles over and over.
You gently pull away from him. It has barely been a few, ten to fifteen minutes since he got here and you find yourself getting exasperated--- exasperated at yourself, at your inability to stay stable, to come up with non-nonsensical sentences and at the inability to make a decision for yourself.
You give yourself a minute to breathe. You’re so tired you want to fall back on your bed and go to bed already but you refrain.
Jungkook’s instincts had kicked in.
He’s confronted with a social situation where he’d usually be panicked and confused. But for some reason, he was able to calmly steer through it.
When it suddenly dawned on him; Jungkook wasn’t being his usual defensive self, he didn’t feel cornered by you.
Not like you blamed him at all, he naturally went into ‘dad mode’--- in the most non-creepy way possible. Actually, ditch that metaphor, let’s settle with ‘boyfriend mode’ instead.
He snaps out of his thoughts when you sigh.
“Jungkook, I like you. I can’t help but feel… not enough- inadequate for you. You deserve way better than some childish, stubborn, stupid girl, but I like you so much I can’t navigate--- anything.”
“_____, I wish you could see how perfect you are to me.” He pouts.
“But, I’m not!” You digress.
Grabbing on to his shirt, you sob harder into his chest, “And don’t say things like that.”
“Why not? I really, really like you, _____.”
“Stop it. I’ve hidden so much from you.”
He envelopes your tired body with his sturdy arms. It almost energizes you. He has such strong effects on you.
“Well, it isn’t on purpose that it turned out to be this way. It’s your own defence mechanism, I get that.” Jungkook pulls away from you and grabs your face in his hands, forcing you to stare directly into his eyes, “I know you won’t accept it but none of this, anything, is your fault.” He pauses, “I mean it.”
“But, that’s not everything---”
He squishes your face as if to silence you.
“I’m here until you ask me to leave.” He doesn't stop there. “And even if you were keeping these feelings inside you on purpose, I would never- and I mean never, ever blame you for whatever.” He adds.
You secretly wished he would stop being so lenient.
One would argue that it’s the bare minimum but you still think he’s too good for you. It’s just something you aren’t used to.
Yuna’s involvement has not been discussed yet and you’re dreading bringing it up. You don’t know how he would react to her even though it seems to be going well at the moment. The build up to this moment finally ends.
“I appreciate that,” you whisper. “It’s a work in progress.”
You sit in silence for a few seconds. It isn’t awkward. It’s just weirdly serene and cathartic. The moment is possibly about to be disrupted though.
While you contemplate the beginning of your next snag, Jungkook thinks of telling you about Yuna. He hopes you won’t take it too hard.
“Before you say anything, I know how much she means to you and I’d never ask you to choose between us, ever. I can see that bond you have. I know we probably won’t see eye to eye on this.”
You focus on him, “Yuna does NOT like me. At all. I have accepted it, you should too.”
“Hear me out, before you counter attack--- I have learnt to be okay with Yuna, well… it is still a work in process, but it’s still happening! And I understand that she's your best friend!” You exclaim, low-key convincing yourself of it.
“Hey, give me some credit here.” Jungkook whines. “She came over the other day, I sent her away.”
You visibly freeze.
Things had slowly started piecing themselves together in Jungkook’s head. And, oh, how incredibly stupid he felt. The look on your face says it all. He understands that you weren’t expectant of him to do anything about the ‘Yuna situation’. It embarrasses him.
“What happened? Did she say something?”
“Oh, yeah, she said a whole lot. She even dressed like you,” Jungkook laughed. “It was crazy.”
Crazy? :(
“Crazy? Why?” You sadly ask.
“NO! NOt because of the- ok, no, wait.” He gulps, “She had like a floral dress on and she did her makeup like you do yours. And you usually have the glossy lip thing going on, I know because I love getting it all over me,” Jungkook scrunches his face in false bliss, clutching his chest.
You stare at him in astonishment with your mouth dropped open a little. Then you shook your head.
“Tell me what happened.”
“Right, I guess she came to do what you wouldn’t.”
You blink owlishly. You don’t know what this means.
Why was he being so cryptic?
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to sound cryptic, she just… showed me this other side of her that I didn’t know existed. Or, didn’t realise existed, I don’t know.”
That was so freakish, you didn’t even say that out loud. You sigh at him.
“Jungkook, I’m having trouble understanding you,” you rub your eyes roughly to wake yourself.
“She wanted me to break up with you. It… was this whole thing. She spoke of you terribly. She wanted me to choose between you and her.” He smiled humourlessly, “Obviously, I had to shut her up so I asked her to leave. Kindly.”
“Kindly?” You repeat, confused. It’s a weird detail. “Yeah, I mean- I made her leave. I haven’t spoken to her ever since.”
Your expression dulls, “Jungkook, when was this?” “A while ago. It was the day you texted me about tomorrow’s date.” You cannot read his expressions. You don’t know what to feel. He looks determined but then-
You gently raise your hand and bring it to his face and wipe a stray tear on his face.
“I’m sorry, hon. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
“It felt wrong. I understood she was part of the reason you and I fought. I should’ve sent her away that day when she yelled at you.”
“You gave her the benefit of doubt. She’s your closest friend. I understand the issue- reluctancy, I mean.” You reason. “I’m sorry it turned out like this.”
“Hey, this is not on you, not one bit.” Jungkook shook his head.
You accept it, but still argue, “Yeah, I mean if I had told you about it before… I don’t know. I’m just sorry. Have you tried talking to her?”
“No. I didn’t want to,” He sighed, “Not until I’ve talked to you about it. I need to get my shit straight.”
“It’s great timing too.” You allude to his finals, sarcastically.
“Pfft, she sure does have her way of revenge.”
"She who?" You tilt your head in confusion.
"The time." He says it like it was the most normal reference ever.
“The time is a woman?” You pout.
“Of course. Like God. God is a woman, didn’t you know?” His banter lightens the mood by a small percent.
“But, really. Have you been well? I don’t imagine a fight as big as this to have no effect on you…” You trail.
He smiles cutely, “I’m a strong boy.”
“Besides, I only found myself worrying about you rather than Yuna. She scared me a little.” He adds.
You blush at his confession. “I’m sorry,” you grumble.
“Don’t be!” Jungkook startles you, “I like thinking of you.”
You shy away from his gaze.
Jungkook is trying to bring his pathetic self to properly address his role in this whole debacle. He lightly massages your thigh, unconsciously inching his high higher up. The presumed dead butterflies in your belly began to revive ragefully.
In all honesty, he’s afraid of losing you. He doesn’t want this to go badly.
“_____. Seriously, though. I ignored all the horrible things she said to you.”
“You didn’t!” You squeak. Because of both his statement and his hand nearing your centre.
He abruptly places his hand back on his lap, not noticing your embarrassment, “No. I need you to know that I was in the wrong here. Me and Yuna.”
“Jungkook, no. You- she’s your friend for a much longer time than me. I think it gives her more credibility than me. I mean, I wouldn’t have noticed either. I don’t blame you. Please.” You breathe out. “I’m sorry I walked out so suddenly during dinner that day, before your study break. It really set the tone for the weeks that followed.”
Jungkook's jaw clenched, “No, you don’t have to be sorry. I made it uncomfortable for you.”
“It was mostly her.” You point.
“Mostly!” He catches on making you cringe, “You don’t have to sugar-coat for me, doll. I want you to be comfortable enough with me to tell me I fucked up.”
He had mistaken your reluctancy for nonchalance and security when it was the stark opposite.
He really, really, screwed up.
He knows you’d never blame him because you’re the sweetest girl in the world but he wasn’t beneath taking responsibility for what he did.
“Really. I don’t blame you. She kinda called me boring and a drag or whatever on your trip and you agreed so it hurt me a little more than I- I don’t know. It’s in the past!”
His eyes widen in horror, “_____, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she- I agreed?” - “I- yeah. Like, when I begged to tag along, she had said I’d bore you or something? I don’t remember. It’s okay, Jungkook.” You try to change the topic.
“_____, I’m so fucking sorry, I definitely heard her wrong! You aren’t boring! I thought the trip would bore you! Or overwhelm you, my friends are obnoxious for people who don’t know them, that’s all. I promise.” He tucked a few stray hairs from your face behind your ears.
“I know that now.” You press your lips together, making your cheeks stick further out. “_____.”
He lowly whispers, “You’re my favourite girl.”
“You’re my favourite boy.” You look up at the origami hearts dangling from the ceiling, “Although, Taehyung isn’t that far behind.”
Jungkook’s mouth opens and shuts almost instantly. You grin and squeeze his hand in yours.
“Ow. Nails…” Jungkook softly whimpers. You giggle at him, smoothening his palm out, “Sorry.” “Yeah? Kiss it better.” He demands.
You pretend to think, “Hm…. Maybe tomorrow.”
“_____!” Jungkook whined harder, “That’s unfair, I haven’t even hugged you for weeks. Did you know I had to get by hugging Taehyung instead? He always smells like lilies and sandalwood; I’m used to your vanilla and peach!”
“Lilies and sandalwood?” You quiz, genuinely interested. Jungkook suddenly clears his throat, getting off the floor.
“I’m going to spend the night.” He side tracked.
You blush, “Sana would never allow it.”
“Pfft, she helped me set this up, doll.” Jungkook cockily stretches his arms over his head. She did?
Oh? Oh. Oh, no wonder she tried to push you to shower.
“_____.”
You look up at Jungkook who intensely gazed at you. “Yeah…” You whisper.
“Are we better now?” His voice is tainted with uncertainty. You can see fear and slight sadness on his face.
You know he’s still mourning his best friend.
He doesn’t show it out of respect for you but you make sure to remember to bring it up later. You’d hate for him to go through this alone.
“We’re much better now.” You hold his hand.
You never wanted him to come to this. There’s a fleeting thought of breaking up with him so he wouldn’t have to lose such a huge part of his life.
Somewhere, you felt at fault for everything that happened.
If you didn’t exist for him, he would never have to choose. On the other hand, you’re glad he chose you. But you can’t help but wonder what could’ve happened had Yuna been nicer. It’s your insecurity and trust issues speaking again.
And, who’s to say he would really go back to Yuna? You could be taking away his happiness regardless. You make note of the not very subtle self-depreciative thoughts.
You stand up and look up at him towering over you more prominently, “Stop,” you giggle.
“What?” He smirks.
You whine a little, “You’re doing that alpha male thing!” To which he takes great offence. His brows scrunch.
“WHO taught you that word? Taehyung? It was him, wasn’t it? Ahh, what is he doing making my girlfriend laugh?” He exasperates, mumbling off some ineligible words.
He puts his arms around your body and squeezes you close to him, “Don’t ever leave me like that. Except if you want to, I will not invade you. You know that, right?” He backtracks and reassures you.
You swore you heard a shiver in his voice. “I know.” You promise.
Jungkook sweetly smiles at you making you a little aware and conscious about the way you looked at the moment.
You hoped he didn’t focus on your dark circles too much, or at all.
Jungkook cuts your thoughts off by leaning down to kiss your ear. It tickles. Goosebumps litter your skin.
Jungkook sloppily leaves wet kisses up and down your jaw and neck. His hands caressed your waist. He knows it tickles you. You press yourself harder against him, not knowing what to do to soothe yourself.
Jungkook kisses the top of your breasts through the open collar of your dress. You gasp and clench your toes.
He moans like it’s the best thing he ever put his lips on. Jungkook rubs his face in between them and bites and sucks on your semi hardened nipples through your dress.
He groans about how much he missed feeling your tits while your heavy breathing turns into wanton moans.
He takes his sweet time, dragging his wet tongue around your nipples one at a time, giving them both an equal amount of love, before reluctantly pulling away.
You’re eager for him to just pull your dress down and suck on your bare tits.
But then, you hear an annoyingly loud ringing sound.
“Argh, fuck. Whose is that?” Jungkook rasps.
“It’s coming from your phone.” You complain.
“Oh,” Jungkook deeply sighs and let’s his arms drop from around you to find the source of the ringing.
“Fuck,” Jungkook cusses when he spots his phone. You nervously frown, “What happened?”
“Study group. Shit, I didn’t realise that was today.” He shows you his alarm reminder titled ‘STUDY GROUP REMINDER CALL’ in all caps and everything.
Not even a second later, you see the name ‘Jia’ along with a photo of a very gorgeous girl flash on his screen.
“Jia?” You pout. Jungkook stares at you for a second, then at his screen, “AND Chris and Yugyeom and Karina! Study group!” He quickly adds.
You giggle, “You should answer that.”
“Hm? Nnnghh, I’ll catch up tomorrow.” He opts.
“JK, no. Study group comes first. You have people depending on you.”
Also, you really want to shower and shave for him.
“Brat.” He throws at you, playfully sizing you up, looking you up and down.
“That’s YOU!” You scoff.
He licks your cheek, childishly, “I miss my shy baby.”
“Shut upughh, bye.” You blush, pushing him away from you.
He hates how right you are about the study group and kisses your lips briefly before answering his friend’s call while simultaneously setting up his laptop and notebooks on your table.
He wastes no time joining their group call.
And now, you’re left with two funny-looking wet spots on your tits.
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Okay new fic idea bestie 💡
what about a Steve or Andy mob au with innocent reader who comes from a blue collar family, super hard working. Our parents worked their butts off for it and now we’re attending a private university. Only for us to meet them!maybe we share a class together. He’s the first one we meet on campus🥺 our Big and beefy mob daddy! We think they’re so sweet, showing us around and making us feel welcomed, too bad we don’t know they’re in line to become the next head of a major crime family😭😭Bonus points if we don’t find out who they are until it’s too late🫡🫡 bc we’re too in love to let them go. And well, who said we had a choice in the matter anymore? Once they found us, they had no intentions of letting us go anyways🫠🫠
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ok hold on bc i was listening to lovefool and really wanted to write a fic inspired by it and this is perfect !! now... which daddy to choose !! Steve, Andy, or Ari? shall we switch it up a bit and go for someone who isn't Ari? 🫡
you're sweet and shy, smart and studious but not enough bc you didn't get a scholarship at your dream university 🥺 bc it's private, it's super expensive and you knew you couldn't attend without the scholarship but oh my !! with some help from your grandparents and your extremely hardworking parents, your academic dream comes true !!
on the first day, you're nervous and shy, getting lost on the vast campus bc you didn't want to bother anyone and ask for directions. that's why you end up to your lecture late and have to do the walk of shame to the only empty seat in the hall. you stutter out apologies and eventually settle down, slowly taking out your things and opening to a fresh page in your notebook, only to realize you don't have your pencil case:
a gold pen grabs your attention, and your eyes follow up the huge hand to a handsome man, wearing a soft smile. "I have an extra."
"O-Oh my, thank you!" You say a little too loudly and earn yourself a few glares. You cower into your seat, hiding in the blank pages of the notebook as the stranger simply glares back. You shakily print the date at the top corner and don't notice everyone quickly whip around, going back to minding their own business. 🌚 (bc everybody knows)
fast forward: you and he grow close. he's kind and charming, very chivalrous and always opening doors for you, paying for your lunch and offering to hold your bag (you politely declined those offers).
"You want to come over tomorrow, button?"
"T'ya house?" You blink at him with a mouthful of your lunch, "Sow'y." You apologize, washing down the food with some water. "I'll have to ask my parents. Uhm, I've never been to a boy's house before..."
He chuckles quietly, reaching out to wipe your mouth. "It'll be fine, we're just going to study. Maybe watch a movie to relax and I could finally show you my car."
bc he gets dropped off and picked up by a sleek black car with heavily tinted windows every day, he said it was bc his parents were overprotective of him. he's had his driver drop you off at home a few times but sometimes you preferred going by yourself.
"I could take you for a drive... Show you my favourite spots. Or we could just stay inside, my parents kind of went wild when building our house. There's a lot to do."
You sit back, gaze flickering between his hand holding yours and his pretty face. "Is that—Would that be a date?"
"Think of it like a pre-date. We could get to know each other outside of all of this," he gestures to the campus and your uniforms, "If I want to win you over on our first date, I'll need to explore the playing field beforehand." He winks.
ugh as if he didn't have your heart the moment you laid eyes on him !!
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The 90s Song Ever - Round 1, Group B2
Ready for your weekly dose of awful musical decisions? I went full chaos mode on this round I hope you can tell
Closer vs Sorted For E's and Whizz
Bring It All Back vs Loser
Wannabe vs Jesus Christ Pose
Kiss From A Rose vs Nothing Else Matters
Killing in the Name vs That's The Way Love Goes
Pokemon Theme (Gotta Catch 'Em All) vs Ordinary World
Song of Storms vs Estoy Aquí
The World Is Not Enough vs I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone
Criminal vs Real Love
Enjoy the Silence vs Plush
This Is Halloween vs Spooky Scary Skeletons
Fade Into You vs I Will Always Love You
Istanbul vs Iris
Been Caught Stealing vs Virtual Insanity
I Wish vs No Diggity
Torn vs Common People
Gangsta's Paradise vs Detachable Penis
What Is Love vs The Sign
Linger vs Ironic
Venus as a Boy vs Lover, You Should've Come Over
100% Pure Love vs Macarena (Bayside Boys remix)
Violet vs Sugar
Spongebob Squarepants Theme vs ...Baby One More Time
Loaded vs Creep
The Kids Aren't Alright vs One In A Million
Right Here, Right Now vs Bruise Violet
Killing Me Softly With His Song vs Lovefool
Jump Around vs Jump
Don't Speak vs Spit It Out
Intergalactic vs Dreams
Say It Ain't So vs Smells Like Teen Spirit
Poison vs Rid of Me
This is the final quarter of Round 1; click on these links to see results for the first part, second part, and third part. Feel free to send in unhinged propaganda, start pointless fights and debates, be insane in the tags. It's what we do around here. (I also draw stickmen if prompted, but tend to procrastinate.)
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Twisted Wonderland Master-List
Rules
Heartslabyul:
I Just Missed You - Riddle
Sorry for Making You Wait - Trey
Can’t Help Falling in Love - Deuce
Yui Komori-like S/O - Riddle
His Heart so Obviously on Display - Cater (Halloween Fic)
Because I'd Loved Him All Along - Ace (Reader's POV)
Because He'd Loved You All Along - Ace (Ace's POV)
Give 'em Something to Talk About - Ace
Ink and Magic (Part 1) - The Rose-Red Reaper-Heartslabyul
Just His Nature - Cater
Want to Fly - Ace
A Cinderella Fairytale - Deuce (600 Followers Event)
Savannaclaw:
Come in From the Cold - Jack
Yui-Komori like S/O - Leona
How Terrifying Pirates Can Be - Leona (Halloween Fic)
That's How You Know - Leona
Waiting For You - Jack
The One That Really Mattered - Leona
His Fake Date - Ruggie
Ink and Magic (Part 2) - Usurper From The Wilds - Savannaclaw
Such a Privilege - Leona
Duly-Noted - Leona (Request)
Octavinelle:
Pretend this Love Isn’t Real - Azul
Pretend this Love Isn’t Real: The Sequel - Azul
A Companion Quite as Enjoyable - Jade
What Mummies Do - Jade (Halloween Fic)
The Best Choice You Will Ever Make - Floyd
The Best of Lies - Jade
Late Night Swimming - Jade
A Pretty Good Choice - Floyd (300 Followers Event)
Cozy - Azul (300 Followers Event)
Peaceful Midnight Stroll - Jade
10 Seconds - Floyd
Fight Till the Very End - Jade (Punk! Jade)
Eyes Off of You - Azul (Glorious Masquerade)
Ink and Magic (Part 3) - Merchant From the Depths - Octavinelle
Nothing to Gain - Azul
It's Nice - Floyd
Secrets - Azul (request)
Scarabia:
Lovefool - Kalim
Desert Rose - Jamil
Later - Jamil (300 Followers Event)
Ink and Magic (Part 4) - Tactician of the Scalding Sands - Scarabia
Rivals - Jamil
Genuine With You - Kalim
Pomefiore:
Yui Komori-like S/O - Rook
Vampires Don't Eat Potatoes - Vil (Halloween Fic)
Because of You - Vil
No Need to Gild a Lily - Vil
Ink and Magic (Part 5) - The Beautiful Oppressor - Pomefiore
Ignihyde:
A Lifelong Love - Idia
However Many Songs - Idia (Glorious Masquerade)
Ink and Magic (Part 6) - The Watchman of the Underworld - Ignihyde
Diasomnia:
How Would Eternity Do? - Malleus
A Strange World of Wonder and Beauty - Malleus
Yui Komori-like S/O - Lilia
Yui Komori-like S/O - Malleus
The Most Wonderful, Cruel Thing - Silver
Reliable - Sebek (300 Followers Event)
Your Highness - Silver
Ghostly Happenings -Silver Halloween 2023 {Part 1}, {Part 2}, {Part 3}, {Part 4}
Even If The World Itself Should Fall Down - Malleus (Glorious Masquerade)
Undying Devotion - Sebek
Sweet Dreams - Malleus
Sparring Sessions - Silver
Happily Ever After - Silver (600 Followers Event)
Underneath the Highland Moon - Silver (600 Followers Event)
Staff/Other:
Introduction to Dance - Strictly NRC Dancing AU
The Pleasure - Rollo (Glorious Masquerade)
Playlist Starter Pack (500 Followers)
AU:
Strictly NRC Dancing Masterlist
Hours in the Moonlight Master-List
Through a Different Mirror:
Genshin Impact Master-List
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User Reviews Playlist
I've never made a playlist for a fic before (I've only ever made like, three playlists at all), and I'm really proud of how this one turned out. It flows so well, and there's music from multiple genres, across six decades, in four different languages. It represents me as much as the story!
Each chapter has a song, and I'm going to be sharing the part of the song that represents each chapter in this ongoing post! (Spoilers, of course, so you should probably read it first 😏)
Chapter 1: Lovefool by the Cardigans
So in chapter one, Atsumu gets dumped by Shouyou Hinata (man, I love them as exes) and he's begging not to be single again, and the part that really struck me about this song was when it says "leave me, leave me, just say that you need me," because Atsumu doesn't even care if the relationship is real, he just wants to pretend someone loves him.
Chapter 2: My Little Town by Simon and Garfunkel
In chapter two, Atsumu talks about color, and about how the population no longer can distinguish it, from a lifetime of disuse. Everyone except the artists sees the world in grayscale. And that just reminds me of the black rainbow from this song. The colors are there, but no one can see them, because they lack imagination. And truly, without art, the citizens of the Hub are the dead and dying.
Chapter 3: Androgyny by Garbage
Welcome to the Night Market, where you can find so many treasures, that glitter (which is what's in the second verse). This song is just a happy vibe, also about subverting expectations, freeing your mind and accepting androgyny, which just scream Night Market to me. I chose this verse to highlight because Atsumu is feeling like his Reviews are set in stone, but really, there's nothing that can't be turned around.
Chapter 4: Eventually (いつかは, itsukaha) by Kvi Baba
This whole album is completely amazing. I got turned onto Kvi Baba after becoming obsessed with the opening song for Trigun Stampede. This song, Eventually, is my one of my favorites from the album, and I don't speak Japanese, but I could tell it was full of longing.
This specific part is translated (according to Google, anyway) as:
I feel like I'm betting on a future I don't know
My thoughts reach God
Poropolo's tearful prayer
Should I celebrate?
Because if it were me
Reasonable accident property bottom rapper
I guess at most I could be considered a bitch.
But you were famous
The idea that Atsumu is praying for a better future? It fits so well. And he repeats the idea that he's "celebrating," by going to the Sex Club. Unfortunately he gets more than he bargained for when he hooks up with SunaRin6969, a fairly well-known anonSex streamer.
Chapter 5: Everything Has a Price to Pay by Paul Weller
You just asked me, what I'm feeling
Should I tell you?
Nothing is for free
Can't you see - can't you see?
Everything has a price to pay
This chapter should be a happy moment. Atsumu finally sells an art piece, but more exciting than that, he gets to leave the Hub for the first time in his life. This is huge. He gets drive in a hovercar, gets to see where all the Night Market vegetables are grown, he gets to see TREES, and a house made of wood. But when Josefina and Martín seduce him, he realizes he's nothing more than a commodity to them, not a person or even an artist. He's got a price, just like his art piece or one of their couches.
Chapter 6: Mother by Tori Amos
We all deserve someone in our lives we can go to for comfort, someone who will hug us when we're disgusting, someone who will wipe our tears and never tell us we're better off dead. That person for Atsumu is his mother, who loves him unconditionally, who always sees him as her baby, no matter what he gets himself into. Growing up, this song always made me long for a person who would be there, who could comfort, who would leave a light on for me. I'm glad Atsumu has his Ma.
Chapter 7: Fountain (I Am Good) by Mosaic MSC
I am good, You say I'm good
I am worthy, wanted, loved by You
This is living breathing proof
That I am chosen, wanted, loved by You
I'm undone with love for You
The Speaker reminds Atsumu that he is good, and that beyond the love she has for him, there's the love of God, that's always accessible. But she also reminds the other Members that they have to be the light and love of God in someone else's life, and challenges them to love one another. I love this song because it's such a declaration of God's love, without conditions or requirements, something we all need and yearn for, but may not experience from others.
Chapter 8: Always Remember Us This Way by Lady Gaga
Shinsuke Kita is so many things to Atsumu. The person who taught him about colors, sure, but more than that, he taught him about a whole world that he didn't even know existed. Atsumu finally had someone who saw him, who liked him, and sure, maybe not *in that way* but our boy needs SOMEONE to understand him, damnit (a definite theme in this story). When Shin sees him drawing and recognizes him as an artist? He found the light in him that Atsumu lacked the vocabulary to describe. Plus, they're meeting as adults, and this whole song is just about how we want to remember our past loves. Atsumu wants to remember Shin not as he is today, away from him and living his dream, but preserved in amber, always his teacher, lover, and friend.
Chapter 9: Te Felicito by Shakira and Rauw Alejandro
I don't buy that cheap philosophy
I'm sorry, I don't ride that bike anymore
I can't stand two-faced people
I used to put my hands in the fire for you
And you treat me like one more of your whims
Your wound didn't open my skin, but it opened my eyes
I've got them red from crying so much for you
Well, I love Rauw Alejandro (one of my favorites is Todo de Ti, ofc, that song is perfection) but I love this song because it's all about the roles we play. What do we represent to the people around us? And what do they represent to us? In this chapter, Osamu realizes he truly has no idea who Atsumu is. He'd had him playing a part in his mind the whole time that turned out to be false. He isn't a fuckup with zero job and ambitions; he has a rich inner and outer life that's different from his own, yes, but no less valid. There's a mourning here, for the previous way things used to be. But by burning down the old assumptions, their relationship can rise from the ashes to new life.
Chapter 10: Mañana Será Bonito by Karol G and Carla Morrison
Because tomorrow will be beautiful
Because even the sky turns blue
And all the fog was a little while
And no one can dim your shine
Because tomorrow will be beautiful
Because the lion was just a kitten
Because today the sky looks clear
And no one can dim your shine
So the reason I chose this song is because Karol G is fully the Queen, but also, because it has such a hope to it. Tomorrow will be better. Even when we're wading chest-high through the bullshit, we can remember that no one can dim our shine.
Atsumu is an eternal optimist. Those of us that are artists have to be. If we only focus on the ugly, how can we create beauty in the world?
He's hoping Sakusa can help him rewrite his User Reviews, turn his lion into a kitten, take his fog away, turn his sky clear.
Chapter 11: Eve, Psyche & the Bluebeard's Wife by Le Sserafim
Atsumu Miya is a mess, full stop. Hot, but a mess. A hot mess, if you will. And what the fuck do you do about an android you're trying to teach to be human? There's no good answer here.
Chapter 12: That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore by the Smiths
When Sakusa tells Atsumu, "you're useless," Atsumu laughs it off, but he's not laughing on the inside. That joke isn't funny. Most of Sakusa's interactions with him aren't funny.
Does Sakusa even know? Does he even care?
He'll learn. I promise.
Chapter 13: Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog
Atsumu would love to steal some bread from the mouths of decadence.
Hell, he'd love some ACTUAL BREAD.
But what he gets is one of the worst meals he's ever had, with company that drives him mad.
I included the second part here because truly, all the rich folk out here feasting on the blood, sweat, and tears of the proletariat. Playing games with their lives as if they were nothing more than pawns.
Chapter 14: Ode to My Family by the Cranberries
Understand the things I say
Don't turn away from me
'Cause I've spent half my life out there
You wouldn't disagree
Do you see me?
Do you see? Do you like me?
Do you like me
Standing there?
Do you notice
Do you know? Do you see me?
Do you see me?
Does anyone care?
I chose this for Chapter 14 because even though Atsumu and Osamu have had somewhat of a reconciliation over the food Atsumu made, it wasn't really a reckoning for the pain Atsumu's caused his brother over the years. How Osamu had to carry him, financially, emotionally. Had to be the stability and responsibility that Atsumu didn't have. Now, for the first time, Atsumu sees his brother, and understands that he does care, he's not being a stickler or an asshole. He's doing his best, just like Atsumu is.
Chapter 15: Working for the Knife by Mitski
Atsumu has to get a job. There y'have it, there's the whole post. LOL. But seriously, this song embodies the despair that comes with giving up on your dream and being forced into a soulless nine-to-five. (Or in Atsumu's case, eight-to-eighteen). I chose this part, because in UR Atsumu's twenty-nine and it just stood out to me, this hopeful hopelessness that "next year will be better." I also really like the part of this song where she talks about how she wished she could make things too, but no one wanted to hear her stories. That's Atsumu too, all he wants to do is create, but no one's buying what he's selling, at least not to the point where he could sustain himself. So he gets a "real" job, working for the knife.
Chapter 16: Best of You by the Foo Fighters
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best
The best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best
The best of you?
Are you gone and on to someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
In Chapter 16 we are reacquainted with one Shouyou Hinata, Atsumu's ex-boyfriend. Atsumu loved him, the same way he loved all of his "romantic encounters," the same way he falls completely for anyone who gives him a scrap of attention. But Shouyou didn't feel the same for him; Shouyou dated him as a performance art piece and then abandoned him once he heard his reviews. Shouyou didn't really see Atsumu as a person, but he's very interested in TO-b10, who isn't a person at all. Shouyou rechristens his android friend as "Tobio," and is more welcoming and caring toward him than he'd ever been toward Atsumu. Which is why I chose this song, about the feeling when someone you've loved has moved on, and is giving someone new their best. I chose this section because it has that quiet desperation to survive that Atsumu's known for. That even when the odds are stacked against him, a thousand to one, in love and in life, he won't go down without a fight.
Chapter 17: Everything Counts by Depeche Mode
The grabbing hands, grabbing all they can, is the foundation of any well-run capitalist system. It's all about taking more, more, more. Chapter 17 is Atsumu at work, and in his "job" he's responsible for analyzing data and figuring out ways to make humans less complicated, so the Corp doesn't have to work as hard to make more money. Atsumu's so good at his job that he's responsible for the collapse of an entire consumer subset in this chapter, giving the lies and deceit a little more power, 4% more.
Chapter 18: Blue Monday by New Order
There's two reasons I chose this song for the scene where Atsumu goes with Tobio and Shouyou to the check-in. Sakusa's always making assumptions about Atsumu, which is the reason their first "date" went so poorly. He's a man of science, but instead of looking to the subject for data, he had preconceived notions that he was trying to substantiate. Good ol' confirmation bias. But his check-ins with Tobiobot have taught him that people aren't always going to fulfill the roles they've played in the past. That human beings (and Tobio!) are dynamic and can change. Which brings me to the second reason I chose this, Shouyou's assumption about Atsumu and how it pisses Sakusa off. It's a bit hypocritical, considering how he assumed he'd known everything about Atsumu as well, thanks to his "data." Of course, Atsumu calls him out for his hypocrisy. But in the end, they've reached a bit of a detente and are on their way to actual reconciliation.
Chapter 19: Send Me an Angel by Real Life
Open fire!
On my burning heart
I've never been lucky in love
My defences are down
A kiss or a frown
I can't survive on my own
I think we can all agree Aran Ojiro is an angel. Especially in this story! He sees Atsumu so clearly, sees his worth even when Atsumu can't see it himself. And in this scene, he is literally there for him, calming him down when he hasn't taken the time he usually takes to prevent his mind from being overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, smells, and feelings of the Night Market.
Chapter 20: Plastic Love by Mariya Takeuchi
With a sudden kiss and a passionate gaze
Do not cause a malfunction to the love program
Type in encounters and separations well
When the time comes, it ends
Don't hurry!
I'm sure it's a translation choice but the idea of a "malfunction to the love program" is just perfection to me for UR. The part about this moment being a sudden kiss and a passionate gaze spoke to me, of course, because this is Kiyoomi and Atsumu's first kiss, as the result of a passionate gaze! LOL sometimes I'm so literal it hurts. The part about not hurrying is also so sweet. They both want this moment to last.
Chapter 21: Euphoria by BTS
Take my hands now
You are the cause of my euphoria
Atsumu's always wanted someone to hold his hand. No one's ever understood him enough to want to touch him "for no reason." But Kiyoomi saw him struggling in his panic attack and reached out to him, offering to anchor him in his storm. Not only that, he reached for Atsumu on the street, to walk him home. It isn't just in times of crisis that Kiyoomi wants to ground him. He wants to be there for him always.
Chapter 22: Fall Into the Sky by Zedd, Lucky Date, Ellie Goulding
This song perfectly encapsulates the terror of running from the CorpsCorps and the excitement and anticipation of first-time intimacy. The driving beat, the breathlessness, the danger, the climax. It's all there.
Chapter 23: Soul Meets Body by Death Cab for Cutie
In this chapter, Atsumu reveals the reasons for his scars. This song is so hauntingly beautiful to me, and I've loved it ever since I heard it, nearly twenty years ago.
The reason it stands out to me is because Kiyoomi didn't just fuck him and leave. No. He's the first to stick around. Not only that, the only one to love Atsumu and want to be with him. To know all his secrets. To find out where his soul meets body. His first and always.
Chapter 24: Love by the Smashing Pumpkins
What I love about this song is how distorted it is, but how it's still about love. The crackle and static reminds me of the technological advancements Kiyoomi's using to make sure he can love Atsumu right. This line in particular stands out to me because Kiyoomi was lost in his vision (simulation) but now he has Atsumu in front of him, and he realizes pretty quickly that IRL surpasses the virtual, every single time.
Chapter 25: Titanium by David Guetta and Sia
This song reminded me of Atsumu's rant at work, because in his mania, he finds himself invincible, like nothing can hurt him. As we find out later, things can definitely hurt him. He's talking now, but not saying much. They fire him, and it's a relief. That job was sucking the life right out of him and he's glad to lose them. Fire away, fire away.
Chapter 26: Juban District by Ginger Root
I don't know where
You've been out again sometimes
But is it a shame
To throw out the things you thought were right?
Well I know what I can do
I know what I can do
I know what I can do
I know what I can
It's so good to get down at the Juban District
I'm choked up but you'd maybe pass me up
Full disclosure: when they're at the Night Market, the live music is being performed by Ginger Root.
There was a band playing, a young guy with long straight black hair and thick fashionable glasses on a variety of keyboards and synths, backed by a bassist, drummer, and guitarist. People were dancing to the funky beat, although it lent itself to swaying artistically rather than any sort of specific steps.
Yeah. That's my guy. And Atsumu's dance to the beat? Chef's kiss.
Chapter 27: Miroh by Stray Kids
Lots of thorny vines, need to push down my cuts
But there's no time to rest
I'm alright, I'm holding on and I keep on going
I just need to look ahead and run
Run through the maze like a beast
I'm avoiding all the familiar paths
Though inexperienced, it's a new challenge
Imma Bear Grylls anything that blocks my dream
I'm going to eat it up
I run, it's the adventure for my dream
This chapter is all about RUNNING. Running from the night market, running from the CorpsCorps, trying to find a safe place like rats in a maze. No time to rest. The prize at the end? A life free, full of art, love, creativity. A life worth living.
Chapter 28: In the Dark by Tiesto and Christian Burns
In this chapter, Kiyoomi is alone, in the quiet, in the dark. It's silent, it's not stimulating. It's nothing he's used to. He looks to Atsumu for comfort. Atsumu knows what loneliness is. And he holds his man, and helps him understand: we're in this together. We'll be together in the dark.
Chapter 29: Connection by Elastica
Chapter 30: Malibu by Hole
Chapter 31: Skin by Rihanna
Chapter 32: Parallel Universe by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Chapter 33: Compliance by Muse
Chapter 34: Could You Be Loved by Bob Marley & the Wailers
Chapter 35: Exit Music (for a Film) by Radiohead
Chapter 36: Robot Rock/ Oh Yeah by Daft Punk
Chapter 37: Settle Down by Kimbra
#user reviews#sakuatsu#read it on ao3#fanfic rec#artist!atsumu#scientist!sakusa#alternate universe#cyberpunk au#hq fanfic#fic playlist
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So, I’ve been seeing some Twyla (monster high) playlists on Spotify and
[ID: A playlist named “🌑twyla boogeyman🕸️” with songs including Lotta True Crime (Penelope Scott), creep (mxmtoon), rises the moon (Liana Flores), Bugbear (chloe moriondo), and more in the same vein]
These songs make me think of Twyla, but they are not songs she would listen to. I didn’t understand the playlist was aesthetic at first, I thought it was trying to make one of Twyla’s playlists. These songs ooze Twyla energy. They’re all soft purple like her.
But she wouldn’t listen to these. Well, I can’t speak for her, but I don’t think she would. And here’s why: Twyla’s autistic.
I’m autistic, and I have playlists like this yeah. Genre-specific playlists tend to look like this. But my most played music consists of weird obsession stuff. I have a playlist for sea shanties, modern and old covers. I have a playlist of “alien music” consisting of sounds that don’t really make a beat because it’s just alien core and I like it? My playlist “♾️on loop♾️” is the songs I’m obsessed with at the moment, because I have autism-ed with these.
[ID: A playlist titled “♾️on loop♾️” constructed as follows: Lovefool (Pomplamoose), Choice (Jack Stauber), Choice (Jack Stauber), Choice (Jack Stauber), Rule #4 (Fish in a Birdcage), Rule #4 (Fish in a Birdcage), Rule #4 (Fish in a Birdcage), Coffee (Jack Stauber), Two Time (Jack Stauber), The Devil Went Down to Georgia (Charlie Daniels Band)]
Songs not in image: two more instances of The Devil Went Down to Georgia and one more instance of Two Time.
This is what an autistic playlist looks like. Not necessarily repeating songs, but I find that it’s mostly just songs that make you happy. Not organized or anything. Just vibes.
Now, all autistic people are wildly different. Two people can be complete opposites and still be autistic (this video by Reberra Bonbon on TikTok shows that). So I must say that this is MY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE.
I have found myself masking my playlist names or even songs thinking that someone will say “that’s not real classic rock!” or something like that. I’ve had playlists named “Classic Rock and extra stuff”, “animated movies”, etc instead of more specific genre names because I’m worried of others judging it. I’ve added songs I don’t really like to playlists so people don’t think I’m a poser. But in reality, I just want to throw my favorites together. Who cares if I call Fall Out Boy classic rock and it comes after Duran Duran in my playlist? Who cares if a dreamworks original slips into my Disney songs mix? I don’t, and since nobody else currently uses my playlists, I don’t see why people care.
I just like my songs. I like designing/finding aesthetic cover art and making cool playlist names. I like having U2 immediately followed by Blink-182 and then Jimmy Buffet. Why does it matter that Margaritaville isn’t classic rock? It owned its place on that list in my heart.
Nobody can take any of that away from me. Nobody can take away my playlist with different covers of the exact same song because they all have a different vibe. Nobody can take away my playlist from when I reorganized the Luca OST to be in the right order. Nobody can take away the playlists I made for my DND characters and the songs that define them. Nobody can take away what makes me who I authentically am. They’ve tried. I’ve pushed back harder.
Wow, I didn’t mean for this to become a mild vent. But if any of you are listening to this and feel like you’re in the same boat, I’m here for you. Feel free to reblog, send asks, or DM me. I’m still working through this but there’s a few things I’ve realized that just changed… everything for me. You’ll get through this, I promise.
#autism#autistic feels#autistic playlists#autistic positivity#be yourself#autistic twyla#twyla boogeyman#twyla boogieman#monster high#autastic#ausome
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💛sel bell!! i’m in love with the ship name seiwa it sounds so expensive ✨ what made you fall for iwaizumi??
oh amira, sel bel is such a CUTE name i am obsessed 🥺 you are so adorable coming in here asking me this (very hard) question!!! (screaminG at how u think seiwa sounds expensive omg 🤧🥹)
hmm what made me fall for hajime? i think i fall for him a lil bit more everyday !! 🥺 & it’s a lot of things !
definitely how loyal he is 🥺 to everyone important to him 🥺 always stands by them no matter what! i think that’s so sexy 🥹
how level-headed he is (even when he’s a bit barky !) i can be a bit out of it sometimes so it’s nice that he’s always there to ground me
he’s always so respectful and chivalrous without it being demeaning 🥺 idk how he does it ! he just strikes the balance so well 🥺
he’s supportive without spoon-feeding!! he pushes me to be the best version of myself!! but makes sure i put in the effort for it!! (whenever i get overwhelmed he always reminds me that i can do it! & tries to simplify things so i can go through it one by one 🥺)
genuine & honest!! he’ll tell me if those jeans look ugly on me 🫶🏻 (but !!! he is also a loveFOOL and i think !!! when he’s in love… everything is pretty to him 😔)
oh he is so acts of service! always makes sure my waterjug is full & that i’m fed when i’m on my desk the entire day 🥺 massages any part of me that hurts!! AND !!! what truly made me realise: oh, maybe i love him is when he waited outside for me in the rain so i wouldn’t walk home alone ☹️
he’s patient !! just never with oikawa :’)
not very vocal but is physically affectionate !! always wants to be holding me in some way shape or form 🤭 hihi this is just for me to see thoughhhh 💗
i like how he’s into his fitness and how he advocates a healthy lifestyle 🥺 teaches me to live like that too!!
how can i resist the hand on thigh during night drives 😩 + immaculate music taste 👌🏼
those are just the ones at the top of my head but oh amira! this was such a tough question 🥺 i think it’s everything with him really 🥹
what about you!! what does keigo tell you he loves abt you? 🤭
#amira.☀️#my darling you are the cutest 🥺#u r reminding me of all the love i have for this man 🥺#ask#rep#seiwa.🤍#pastelle-rabbit
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ꕀ ᐝ 𖠳 cierra ramierez, cis woman, she/her 𖠳 ᐝ ꕀ ‷ heads up ; if you hear FLOWERS by MILEY CYRUS blaring, it’s most likely ELIANA JIMENEZ making their way down the shore ! they’re 29years old and celebrate their birthday on 04/13 - i knew they were a ARIES ! especially since they’re very ADVENTUROUS and TEMPERAMENTAL. they are from CAPE MAY, NJ, staying in SUN RETREAT and are currently working as a WAITRESS AT BEACH GREEK OYSTER BAR AND GRILLE, here at the cape. they always did remind me of rainbow after a thunderstorm, a campfire softly burning in the middle of the woods, and sunshine mixed with a little bit of hurricane.‷
FULL NAME: eliana jimenez
NICKNAMES: eli, e
SEXUALITY & PRONOUNS: pansexual (she&her)
ROMANTIC STATUS: laughable
BIRTHDAY: april 13th, 1994
ZODIAC: aries, virgo moon
HOGWARTS HOUSE: hufflepuff with ravenclaw tendencies
PETS: pomeranian puppy named ‘chewy’
HOMETOWN: cape may, nj
CURRENT LOCATION: cape may, nj (sun retreat)
OCCUPATION: waitress at beach creek oyster bar and grille
ROOMMATES: just chewy.
PARENTS: oscar and brian jimenez
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: tattoo of a small moon and stars on her left wrist
MUSE INSPO: nick miller + winston + ferguson (new girl), dale denton (pineapple express), wallace + ramona flowers (scott pilgrim vs the world),fred wesley (harry potter) , j.d (scrubs), ross (friends), gambit (x-men), a little bit of everyone (the office)
MUSIC INSPO: burn the night away - there for tomorrow cover, kelsey - metro station, satellte- harry styles, in the middle -jimmy eat world, hold on -good charlotte, favorite fix -,artist vs poet, dopamine -borns, lost in the citadel - lil nas x, one more night- maroon 5, wicked games - the weekend, cherry -harry styles, lovefool -two colors (cover), myself - bazzi, here comes the sun -the beatles, blank space - taylor switft, buried myself alive - the used, thank you for the venom (my chemical romance)
tw: bully mention, addiction mention, anxiety mention
eliana was adopted into the jimenez family when she was just a baby. she knows she’s adopted and she’s cool with it. nothing has ever really sparked her interest in wanting to know who her biological parents are, though both of her dads have always been very open to helping her if she ever chose to go down that path.
she is pretty down to earth, a lover of nature, and enjoys traveling. growing up one of eli’s dads worked for american airlines, and so it meant she was able to travel to various parts of the world for free. even if at times she had to spend the night in airports or be there practically all day, eli loved whenever they would visit a new place. she’s visited many places and if you ask she’s happy to tell you about it.
during elementary she got bullied pretty badly by the girls in her grade. for some reason they just didn’t like her, regardless how kind eli always was towards them. but despite this, she did have a small group of friends who stuck by her side and helped her through the tough times she faced in school. and she did fight back when it got to be too much but for the most part, no matter what she did, it really left her anxious about people in general and she silently hated herself over it.
she crossed paths with the person who would grow to become her best friend, better half, and someone very special to her, WC TO BE ADDED. it started with a silly tour around the town which ended with the two of them sharing a pizza on top of the the roof of a random building while talking the night away until the sunrise. suddenly, life seemed like a little more brighter for eliana.
however, somewhere along the lines, eli lost herself. on the outside she makes it look like everything is put together, like she’s okay, but in reality her world is slowly unraveling around her. she began hanging around a rougher crowd who introduced her to various new things in life, and even though it all seemed so incredible at first, that quickly came at a price. before she knew it she was growing dependent on the way the drugs, how they could just numb everything and make it all feel okay for a little bit, and it’s a habit that she has carried secretly to this day. does she know she needs help? yes. will she seek it out? probably not. with everything going on in life these days, she feels she’s but a speck in the whole thing and she shouldn’t bother anyone, especially her closest friends, over something she feels is her own fault.
for the most part, eli can be found sketching away in various parts of the town while on break or at the beach. she loves her job as a waitress and tries to always have a smile on her face when at work.
CONNECTIONS
RUSSIAN BLUE there’s one person whom she enjoys spending time with but… she’s not sure she’s able to take the next step with them. although they are forming a close friendship so far.
SCOTTISH FOLD - a roommate! maybe they only see each other at night or the weekends and they are still a bit awkward around each other or maybe they are super tight and have weekly traditions lol or if you’re feeling zesty… maybe they don’t really get along due to a misunderstanding? for one reason or another these two ended up roomies though.
RAGDOLL - theatre buds! they go to weekly shows together, constantly quote the movies they love, and maybe even go to karaoke to sing their fave songs from their favorite musicals.
LAVENDER - judgemental glances aside, eliana is a ridiculously good listener so i imagine there might be someone in her life who just goes on full rants while they are with her and even though she acts uninterested she is very much invested in this person’s life lol
PEPPERMINT - she’s a coffee lover. maybe it’s cause the coffee is good or the ambiance is to her taste, or she simply thinks the barista is cute, either way, she goes to this particular spot for her coffee at least once a day and has established a fun little banter between herself and said barista.
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the only thing that matters btw
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