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our beloved summer | jjk (06)
You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.
pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader
genre/warnings: exes au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing, kissing (omg k1ss1ng omg WHO IS IT ??? 😦), tbh this is the only warning i wanted u guys to read cuz 6 chapters in and we finally get sum action i feel like that's a win lmaooooo, jimin being Real as fook, unbeta'd cuz uhm i'm a godless menace who should be conked on the head, once again we are severely lacking jk in his own fic lol i'm owning up to this 🤗 BUT! this is probably the last chapter where jk feels like a side character lol apologies my dudes
rating: PG-13
word count: 8.1k (honestly i wrote obs6 just so i could get to obs7 lmao that's why it's a lil bit shorter)
note: my apologies if this sucks. you are legally allowed to stone me if you hate it. but i hope you don't hate it. but if you do hate it don't tell me just stone me lol 🤐 why am i so unhinged with this update
series masterpost / playlist ; moodboards ; taglist
— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
I can see you starin', honey
Like he's just your understudy
Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me
Exile - Taylor Swift (ft. Bon Iver)
The picture is fucking terrible.
“Jimin, what the fuck,” you grumble, staring at the huge framed photo on the wall, taken on the day of the opening party. You, Taehyung and Jimin are gathered on the floor of the dance studio, with boxes of takeout neatly sitting between the three of you. “I look like ass.”
Jimin barely glances at the wall, just continues to stuff his face with the dumplings that you ordered. “You look fine,” he says absentmindedly, mouth full, continuing to munch on the food despite your little dilemma.
“Bitch, I have my eyes closed.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“I look like I’m in the middle of a sneeze.” You cross your arms in front of your chest, squinting at your photographed self again. The more you look at it, the more irritated you become.
Realistically, you know nobody would pay enough attention to notice the immortalized visual of your fluttering eyes, and you yourself wouldn’t care about it that much. Maybe you would even laugh in good spirits and poke fun at yourself as you often do. Make a meme of it for the group chat.
“What’s the big deal?” Jimin asks.
You shrug petulantly. “I told you. I look like ass.”
Yeah, true, but it’s also more than that.
It’s the fact that the person standing next to you looks so good that you must voice your grievances. It’s the fact that he looks so much more than just good.
The guys stop eating to look at you. You wonder just how much of what you’re feeling is written all over your face. Regardless, they don’t comment on it.
One of them clears his throat, shaking the whole thing off.
“Did you tell Yoongi anything yet?” Jimin asks.
You poke at a lone dumpling with your chopsticks, popping the ‘p’ when you say, “Nope.”
“Damn, Y/N,” Jimin scolds you. “It’s been three weeks. He doesn’t want to push you for an answer but the man has got to be suffering.”
You flick a piece of spring onion garnish at him. It lands on his hair, a single bit of green sitting among golden locks. “I don’t know what to tell him!”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Jimin shakes the onion piece from his head and chucks it back at you. “Obviously you say yes!”
You exhale through your nose, then take a bite of your dumpling. You nibble on the fried dough, stretching out the silence, delaying your response.
It hasn’t even started, and it might not even start. But you’re already thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Yoong is your friend, first and foremost. He’s a good friend, and you would be crushed if you lose that relationship.
What if he hurts you, or you hurt him?
Sometimes, people are meant to hurt each other even if they don’t mean to.
Yoongi hasn’t seen your pieces in all of their jagged glory, how they’re only meant to reflect the light but never be healed by it. He’s still blissfully unaware of the ugly thoughts that have a home inside your head, and you’re afraid if you let him in, he’d realize it’s a place he doesn’t want to be. It’s hard to love a broken thing. You wouldn’t want to love you either.
Maybe this is the real reason that’s been holding you back all this time. Maybe it isn’t Jungkook - though he certainly isn’t absolved - but it’s you, and how you just don’t know if you’re someone who deserves to love and be loved. You’ve felt inadequate more times than you can count. You’ve been left before. Who’s to say it isn’t going to happen again?
You’re well aware that this is a bad way to look at things, but can anyone really blame you? You still have a heart, and despite how fragmented it is, you still want to protect it.
“I know that look,” Taehyung says, parting your fog and pulling you back to him. “You’re overthinking again.”
You roll your eyes. He knows you so well, but does he have to call you out every time?
“I’m not overthinking. I’m regular thinking.”
“Right. And to normal people, that’s overthinking.”
“It’s just…” you wonder out loud, gaze on the floor. “What if I go all in, and Yoongi sees me for who I am and thinks that I’m just an utterly sad person who can’t be loved? That I’m too much work when he’s got literally thousands of people throwing themselves at him left and right?”
Taehyung stares at the side of your face as he bites the inside of his cheek. His tongue soothes the spot, his jaw clenching once. “He’s not going to think that.”
“You don’t know that,” you say, the corners of your mouth tugging down.
“You’re not unlovable just because one person didn’t love you right. So stop it with that bullshit, because I love you,” he says, voice serious. Even Jimin stays silent as he listens to his friend, his eyes flickering between you and Taehyung. “And Jimin loves you. Hobi loves you.”
You merely blink, because you hate it when he’s right. In all fairness, you understand. This is the same thing you would tell him if the situation were reversed.
You deflect anyway. That’s what you do best.
“You don’t count,” you tell him with an unserious scoff, your tone starkly contrasting his. “You’re my family.”
You taste something bitter as soon as the words leave your mouth. You should know better than anyone, that just because someone’s your family, doesn’t mean they have to love you.
Taehyung reenacts the blinking guy meme before chuckling, holding a hand over his chest like you’ve just wounded him. “Ouch.”
“You two are getting nowhere,” Jimin interjects. “Just call Yoongi.”
“And say what?” you ask.
“I told you. Say yes. God, you’re so dense sometimes.”
You reach over to jab a finger into his side, making him hiss and shuffle away from you.
“That wasn’t nice,” you grumble.
“Well, somebody’s gotta say it.” He gives you a look, eyebrows raised for a few seconds before he lowers them and grows more stern. “Come on, Y/N. You know you don’t want to say no, or else you would’ve turned him down already. You said you wanted to start dating again. Yoongi is practically on his knees offering himself to you. What are you waiting for?”
There’s a voice in the back of your head - tiny, barely audible - that whispers, Who are you waiting for?
“Fuck it, I’ll say it,” Jimin continues. “It sucks balls that Jungkook hurt you, but you can’t let that affect you for the rest of your life. Not everyone is going to hurt you. You’re not even giving Yoongi a chance just because someone else did you dirty. If you keep always thinking about the worst possible outcome and banking on it to happen, then you’re never going to get anywhere. I love you, dude, but y’know.”
You stare at Jimin with your mouth slightly open, stunned into silence. When you glance at Taehyung, he’s surprised too, though probably not as much as you.
After a couple of minutes, you say, “Wow.”
“Tough love. I have my moments.” Jimin shrugs casually, like he didn’t just drop a truth bomb on your head. “But also…” He picks his phone up and types something in. Your phone instantly buzzes with a notification.
“Open the link I just sent you,” he says.
“You are literally sitting across from me.”
“Just open it! I made you a playlist.”
“Aw, Jimin, that’s so cute,” you coo softly, reaching over to pinch his cheek before he swats your hand away. You unlock your phone to see what Jimin made you, because that is some friendship hall of fame stuff right there. However, when the link redirects you to your music app, your smile immediately drops.
Aaand he’s back.
You stare at the screen for a good ten seconds to try and find your bearings, flabbergasted at something that is quite honestly very on-brand for Jimin if you think about it. “You made me a playlist called Dick Appointment with an eggplant emoji and the tongue out emoji and it’s mostly just Yoongi’s songs. Even the playlist cover is from his Valentino shoot.”
“So you can get it on while Agust D plays in the background!” Jimin grins, and you could just smack it right off his face.
“Park Jimin, who raised you? You are vile.”
“Validate me,” he demands. Oh, you would smack him. You really would. “I spent hours making that playlist.”
“It’s literally just Yoongi’s songs.”
“Yeah, but I had to curate an experience. I can’t just dump every song into a playlist and call it a day. I gotta make sure they fit the vibe.”
“I literally just heard the most profound shit from you not even two minutes ago.” Then, you turn to Taehyung with an exasperated look on your face. “Why would you let him do this?”
He just waves a dismissive hand in the air, like Jimin isn’t even there. “I’m not responsible for the stupid shit he does.”
Jimin crosses his arms in front of his chest, both eyebrows raised dramatically as he gapes at you. “You both suck. From now on, you can make your own sexytime playlists.”
“Nobody even asked you to do that!” you cry.
“Yeah! Which makes me an even more considerate friend,” he says. “Ugh. Whatever. Go call Yoongi.”
“You want me to do it now?”
“Yes. Because I know you’ll wuss out when you’re alone. You can stay and put him on speakers for us to hear or you can go out into the hallway. Come on, chop chop.”
“No, I have to text him first,” you protest. “What if he’s busy?”
Jimin narrows his eyes at you suspiciously, but allows you this after a moment. “Fine.”
You take out your phone from your bag that’s lying carelessly on the floor to draft a quick message to Yoongi.
[12:59] You: got a minute?
The three of you go back to the food, abandoning the previous topic of conversation in favor of something lighter and meaningless or else you would go crazy waiting for Yoongi’s reply. After you’re finished, you and Taehyung are in the middle of putting away all the empty containers and soda cans when your phone buzzes again.
You go to grab it to look at the notification, hands already starting to sweat.
[13:17] Yoongi: for you? always :)
You turn back to the guys to find them already looking at you. Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively while Taehyung just stares at you.
“Time to get your whore on,” Jimin says in an exaggeratedly sultry voice.
You turn to Taehyung for help. “He’s bullying me.”
“Ignore him,” your best friend tells you gently. “Go call Yoongi.”
When you take your phone out into the hallway, you make sure to go to the far end of it, near the main entrance so the two dorks can’t eavesdrop. You’ll tell them everything once you come back anyway, but you don’t want them within earshot while you’re in the middle of it.
Yoongi picks up your call on the third ring. In the background, your ear picks up on some chatter.
“Hey, princess,” he greets you. Then he holds the phone away from his ear to tell someone that he’d be back in a bit.
“Hey,” you say. “Where are you?”
“Just at a fitting. I have an ad campaign to film next week,” he answers. “Did you call just to get my whereabouts?”
“No, I… If you’re busy, we can talk later.”
“We’re still in the middle of lunch break anyway. What did you want to talk about?”
You briefly regret not taking a minute to psych yourself up before. You suck in a deep breath, which eases your nerves for just a second, long enough for you to say, “Yes.”
You’re met with brief silence from the other end of the line, which only makes your palms more clammy than they already are.
“Yes?” he echoes confusedly. “Yes what?”
“Yes,” you say again. “To…”
The silence commences once more, and lasts longer than you think you can handle. Then, you hear him stop in the middle of a breath.
“Oh.” A subsequent chuckle in response to the lightbulb that must’ve been switched on. “To that?”
“...Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
It feels like you two have invented a secret language that nobody else could understand. A single syllable, bouncing off the metaphorical walls of your conversation. Two idiots sharing the same brain cell.
“Yes?” he continues to prod, but at this point, you know he’s just teasing you.
“Yes! God, stop making me say it again. We sound so stupid.”
He graces you with a hearty laugh that makes you fight back a sheepish smile, even though there isn’t a single soul in sight to witness it. Yoongi makes you so fucking shy for some reason. Your nerves dissolve momentarily as you lean against the wall, your index finger running along a crack in the paint.
“Hmm, I wish you would’ve told me this in person,” he says, his voice soft.
“I can’t handle you in person. You’d tease me so much.”
“Because you’re adorable when you’re flustered, that’s why.” He waits a second before adding, “You’re blushing right now, aren’t you?”
“You’re being overly confident, Min.”
“Maybe,” he responds easily. “But am I right, though?”
“Shut up.”
When Yoongi said he would cook for you, you almost gasped.
“You can cook?” you had asked. It wasn’t an earth-shattering revelation or anything, but you suppose you’d never given much thought to the hidden sides of him.
“Y/N,” he laughed then. “I’m a great cook. I could probably make a pretty decent career out of being a chef.”
“I didn’t know that,” you told him sheepishly.
“There’s a lot of things you still need to know about me.” It sounded like a promise. Like I’m willing to show you me. Like I’m willing to take the first step if you’d be in this with me too. “Does that sound like a good idea? You, me, dinner at your place?”
“My place?”
“Yeah, so you’ll be more comfortable. I’ll come over.”
This one simple gesture shouldn’t affect you that much, but it does. You appreciate that he’s considerate even when it comes to the littlest things. You swell with gratitude for the thought he puts into this, into putting your comfort first. It made you feel a bit better about yourself, calmed your stormy sea of thoughts enough to rationally accept the fact that he genuinely cares.
Regardless, it doesn’t stop you from spending most of the day obsessively cleaning your apartment. Even - and especially - your bedroom, although you’re sure that is not where the night will end. Every surface is spotless, not a single speck of dust to be found. It’s like the goddamn Pope is coming over for a house inspection.
You haven’t had a first date in… fuck, how long has it been now? Nine years? It’s almost been a fucking decade already? You honestly can’t tell if that’s embarrassing or not.
But you remember the last time.
College, freshman year, with Jungkook. His yellow piece of sticky note that he slipped inside your favorite book. His adorably flustered expression when he timidly stood in front of you in the campus library. The way he was trying so hard to be confident and charming throughout your first dinner together. How he ran back to you after saying goodnight.
No.
You shut your eyes and shake your head, warding off any Jungkook-related thoughts before they could send you spiraling. You can’t reminisce about your ex while waiting for someone else to show. Yoongi deserves better, and that’s what you’re trying to be.
You’re not exactly sure how nice you should dress tonight. Yoongi told you that you could be clad in sweats for all he cares. If the dinner didn’t hold any connotation other than platonic, maybe you would’ve really donned your loungewear like you were merely having Taehyung and Jimin over for pizza.
You’d completely forgotten all the things people worry about in the early stages of dating, when you want to impress the other person but don’t want them to think that you’re trying too hard.
Calm down. It’s just Yoongi. He’s seen you ugly crying with mascara running down your face, for fuck’s sake.
In the end, you opt for a sweater and a comfortable skirt. Casual.
Yoongi rings your doorbell about ten minutes later than when he said he’d be there, holding a bag full of groceries. The visual alone makes you bite back a giggle and subsequently fail. You believe this is what people would call husband material.
You take his coat and guide him into your home. “Welcome to my humble abode,” you say shyly, gesturing around as you lead him into the kitchen to show him where everything is. Why are you acting like this? This isn’t you. If Taehyung or Jimin could see you right now, they would probably laugh. Hoseok would straight up be rolling on the floor.
You barely breathe as you watch Yoongi take in his surroundings. It’s intimidating, even though you know it’s just Yoongi.
“I actually don’t know what I expected, but I like it. It’s very you,” he comments, smiling.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that it’s cute,” he says, throwing you a wink as he leans against your kitchen counter.
You avert your gaze immediately. “Oh… Thanks,” you reply, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “So, uhm, what are you making? How can I help?”
“Just sit down. I got this.”
“Yoongi,” you say his name in protest. “I want to h-”
“I’m trying to romance you here. Let me do that,” Yoongi says, his smile turning lopsided as he starts emptying the contents of his grocery bags. Even though his tone is light, the gentle reminder of tonight being a date shuts you right up.
You take a seat at your dining table, though you can’t really sit still. As Yoongi starts working, you absentmindedly talk to each other about your day, about his campaign, about Seokjin’s album. At one point, you get up to creep over to his side when the smell of whatever he’s making becomes more prominent. You try to peek at the pot, curious, but he just shoos you away by bumping his hip against yours.
When you give him a small pout, you pretend not to notice the way his eyes dart to your mouth. You retract yourself from his personal space, choosing a spot on the other side of your kitchen island, staring at his back as he works.
You watch him expertly navigate your kitchen like he’s been here before. When he’s finished, he makes you sit down, not even letting you help bring the food to the table.
“What is it?” you ask once he’s settled in his seat, everything plated in front of you.
“Kimchi jjigae,” he says, a proud look on his face. “My mom’s recipe.”
It’s endearing, and it makes you smile.
For the most part, Yoongi lets you eat in peace, though there’s still a couple of flirtatious comments here and there. Every time it comes, you bite down on your bottom lip to try and snap out of that daze before you cough, as if that would help tone down the colors adorning your face. There’s no verbal response from you, and it seems like Yoongi doesn’t expect one either, because he just chuckles. You think he must notice the palpable nervousness that radiates off of you, but it’s not like you’re doing a very good job at hiding it.
You’re taking baby steps and he knows it. The fact that you even agreed to this at all is already major progress.
When you’re done eating, he clears the table while he asks you to open the expensive bottle of wine that he brought over. It does wonders for your nerves.
Three glasses in and you’re visibly more relaxed as you both sit on the couch in the living room, facing each other. There’s a small smile on your face that you can’t help, maybe it’s some of your inhibitions wearing off as a side effect of the alcohol.
You glance around the room, and you take in the sight of Yoongi sitting here, this close to you. He feels bigger than your small world can handle.
“You know,” you start. If the wine didn’t make you more mellow, you probably wouldn’t be saying this. “There are thousands of people thirsting over you every day.”
Yoongi tilts his head, swirling the wine in his glass. “Really?”
“Don’t you look at the internet? I personally know two girls from college who are on the Yoongi Marry Me train,” you say matter-of-factly, like you aren’t borderline tipsy in front of him.
You aren’t an avid Twitter user, but every time you check the damn bird app, Yoongi is almost always trending. In every single one of his posts on social media, there is always an influx of comments asking him to marry them. Not only that, when word first got out about you collaborating with Agust D back then, people you knew - both old friends and acquaintances - practically bombarded your messages to see if it was true, and to ask if you could get them an autograph.
Yoongi stretches out his legs until they brush against yours. Your stomach flips even though it’s only your legs that are barely touching.
“The what train?”
“You seriously don’t know about the Yoongi Marry Me movement? Look it up. It’s a whole thing. People would do anything to, I don’t know, hold your hand or something.”
With an amused look on his face, he holds your gaze. “Would you?”
“What?”
“Would you do all of that just to hold my hand? Because you don’t have to, y’know.” He brings the wine glass to his lips, partially hiding his face from you, and you don’t know whether he’s doing it for your sake or his in preparation for the words he speaks next. “But I would do it to hold yours.”
You’re sure that your cheeks are burning bright, your stomach twisted in knots. It’s the wine, but it’s definitely the effect of his words too. You stare at Yoongi in surprise; no matter how many times he openly flirts with you, he’d still elicit the same reaction from you. It’ll be hard to get used to it. He just always seems to know what to say to make you blush like a schoolgirl, which you resent but you can’t deny the sparks of excitement that make your fingertips tingle.
Yoongi is smooth, and it’s even worse - or is it better? You haven’t decided yet - that you know he means every word he says. It makes you feel… wanted. It’s good to know that he’s being genuine, and to know that Yoongi isn’t the type of person who would ever pull the rug out from under you.
Yoongi is… stable.
You suppose, after everything you’ve been through, that stability is what you need. It’s good for you.
You try to swerve around the thoughts, to avoid them at all costs, but deep down you know now that they’re glaringly true.
That love is stored in two bags of groceries, so filled to the brim that some onions almost fall out. Love is stored in every flick of his wrist holding a knife, slicing the sharp blade across your cutboard. Clean cuts, yet he’s never this way when it comes to you.
Love is stored in a fond smile and adoring eyes when he sees how you cradle your expensive dishware like it’s a newborn baby before you set it carefully on the table.
Love is stored in a Yoongi-shaped silhouette, dancing over your countertops with practiced precision in every movement, filling in the cracks of your home. The love in him is reserved because you, like the moon when it crescents, still have a ways to go.
When he stands at your door an hour later with his coat in hand, you wait for him to speak first.
“Performance review?” he asks. “How did I do?”
“I… liked it. It was nice,” you say honestly. But you still feel the wine in your system, and it makes you bold enough to tease him for a change. “But it was my first date in a while, so it’s hard to tell if that opinion is objective.”
He rolls his eyes fondly. “Do I qualify for a second date then?”
You hum in thought, making him wait on purpose. “Yeah, I guess,” you say, feigning nonchalance, which earns you a hearty laugh.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” he asks, hopeful.
“Don’t know yet,” you answer, though you’ll probably end up going home and catching up on a kdrama. “Are you coming in tomorrow?”
“Just in the morning. I have a shoot in the afternoon.” He shifts to lean his weight on his other leg, tipping his body closer to you. “But I can pick you up after.”
“Yeah? And where would we go?”
Yoongi shrugs in earnest. “Just drive around? Grab a bite?” he thinks out loud, tilting his head slightly to one side for emphasis. “I could take you to that popup store you mentioned.”
You quirk an eyebrow. “You would stand in line with me to buy a novelty mug?”
“Pretty sure we wouldn’t have to stand in line if I gave them a call,” he says, grinning. “One of the perks of the job, y’know.”
“Must be nice,” you laugh, then shift to lean just a tad closer to him. You look at him for a brief moment before you agree, “Yeah, okay.”
You and Yoongi stand there at the door, each of you on either side of the threshold. This would be an appropriate moment for a kiss, you think. That explosive first kiss, if this were a movie. Exhilaration courses through your veins. You feel it from your head to the tips of your fingers to your toes. The feeling is rendering you a mere teenager again.
It’s exciting because it’s new. You have the entire book ahead of you, waiting to be written. At this point, anything could happen. You’re a blank canvas waiting to be drawn, a blank page hoping to be written.
Wait.
Back up.
A kiss?
A kiss?!
With Yoongi?
You’re thinking about kissing Yoongi?!
Fuck.
Fuck?!
It’s the wine.
Your thoughts knock against each other like bumper cars, echoing loudly in your brain that it almost gives you a headache.
You stay still as Yoongi leans down, your heart racing while your brain just keyboard-smashes. You can’t tell if you want him to kiss you or not, but when he only presses his lips against your cheek, you feel two emotions at once.
The first is disappointment, the second is relief. They press down on you with almost equal force, and you’re not really sure which one weighs heavier.
Baby steps.
You blink when he pulls away, and he just smiles fondly at you as if he can read your mind.
“Goodnight, princess.”
You watch him until he’s in the elevator, until the doors close and the lift descends. Even when you know that he must be on his way to his car and that someone else is making their way up, you stand there, with your hand loosely wrapped around the door handle, your breathing slightly erratic as you process what just happened.
Déjà vu?
It’s oddly reminiscent.
You’ve been here before.
Part of you thinks he’ll burst through the elevator doors, or rush up the stairs if the lift is occupied, and come back to grab your face and kiss you senseless.
He doesn’t.
Jungkook knows you’re probably waiting for Yoongi.
He’s seen Yoongi pick you up after work almost daily over the past couple of weeks, and it’s driving him insane. Even on the days that Yoongi comes to the studio during the day, the guy is all over you, so much so that he doesn’t even bother being a nuisance to Jungkook anymore, which just makes him a thousand times more insufferable.
Something is happening.
He can’t weasel shit out of Jimin anymore because Jimin has been especially tight-lipped after accidentally spilling Yoongi’s confession to you.
Because that should be him in Yoongi’s place. Or should he say his place, and Yoongi is just a placeholder. An imposter.
Because it used to be him that you smiled shyly at.
Jimin’s words have been plaguing his every waking hour since he was forced to hear them. If she wants to choose Yoongi, let her do that too. It feels like he’s rewinding all of your memories, retracing them with cautious fingers only to find that his every footstep is being erased to make room for someone else.
An abandoned dirt road, while you walk down a flower-filled path holding someone else’s hand.
Like you’re stamping him out.
Like he was never there at all.
Not only are you denying him a chance, you’re giving it to someone else. When he tries to move at someone else’s pace, all he gets is left behind.
It’s not about Yoongi; or at least, it’s not just about him. Yoongi doesn’t even really matter to Jungkook in this equation. It’s about what Yoongi represents. An idea of a person that Jungkook can never be.
A bigger life. A stable present and an even brighter future. Yoongi is everything better than him.
And that’s his own problem to deal with, not anyone else’s. At the end of the day, no one has to live with his insecurities but himself.
But still, he can’t help it. Whenever he sees you with Yoongi, his eyes burn. Please don’t let him take my place, he wishes every time, you’re the only good thing about me.
It’s jealousy, sure, of course it’s there.
But what if you realize what everyone else already knows? That Yoongi is better in every single way. That Yoongi is the person who really deserves you.
What if you start to see Jungkook the way he sees himself?
You hating him - despising him with every cell in your body - is a thousand times better than you deeming him unworthy.
“I talked to Jihyo,” he speaks up suddenly, when it’s only the two of you.
“Okay,” you answer, never taking your eyes off the page in front of you. You must have circled the words daisy a thousand times already, wracking your brain for anything that rhymes. “I don’t know why you’re telling me this, but good for you.”
At this point, you wonder if you should just avoid the studio for the time being. It’s empty here again. You resent Seokjin for drowning in concept photos. You resent Namjoon for leaving Jungkook here to fend for himself, but it’s only fair, because Namjoon was only supposed to give him a helping hand, not take over the whole thing. You even resent Yoongi a bit, for not being here right this second.
“I talked to her,” Jungkook says again, ignoring your sass. “She won’t give you a hard time anymore.”
This makes you look at him. You never asked him to do this. You never asked him to do anything. In fact, you have only ever implored him to sit still and leave things alone.
“She never gave me a hard time,” you say. Sure, you don’t appreciate being given the death glare first thing in the morning, but it’s not something that you can’t ignore. It doesn’t actively affect you, and the only reason Jihyo does it is because of Jungkook.
Because he broke things off with her?
Because he gives you more attention?
Ugh. Attention?
This is the stupidest and most childish thing you have had to think about in ages.
“You said she acts differently toward you.”
“And aren’t you the reason why?” you counter. “Because you two were fucking?”
Jungkook visibly winces at your words, like he did when you mentioned it the first time in the break room. You don’t mean to be snarky; you’re just stating the facts. They were hooking up.
You don’t harbor any ill will toward any of his past lovers, and that includes Jihyo. You know she doesn’t have anything against you either, at least not on a personal level because you don’t know each other well enough to do so. She’s just someone you pass by every day on your way to the elevator.
“So why did things end?” you ask just for the sake of it, since he was the one who brought it up. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious.
He hesitates for a moment. “She wanted something more and it wasn’t the same for me.”
It’s stupid that the tiny voice in the back of your head resurfaces, hoping that you were the reason why he couldn’t pursue things with another woman.
Jihyo isn’t you, that much is clear. You never asked for anything more from him, not once from start to finish. He was always the first one to pour love into you. It’s arguable which one of you loved the other more - maybe you loved each other equally, just in different ways - but it was a fact that Jungkook always took the initiative. He made the first move so you wouldn’t have to. He gave you the option to match his affection, and never have to worry about being left out to dry.
He took initiative, right until the very end.
You bite your bottom lip, then give him a curt response, “Okay.”
Your phone vibrates with a text from Yoongi but you don’t open it just yet. You look at Jungkook, who only looks back at you. His lips part slightly as he searches for the right words, or any word at all. It’s like you’re asking him to navigate a minefield when all he has to do is be honest. Even if he told you that he fell out of love with you, it wouldn’t be that bad. You would be hurt, yes, but you wouldn’t blame him. You would understand. It would be a reason.
Silence fills the room, save for the continuous tapping of your pen on paper.
He says your name, pleading. “I’m trying here.”
At Jimin’s party, Jungkook said you were someone important to him. You don’t doubt that he meant it, and that’s what infuriates you the most. You’re important, but he keeps running circles around you and making your head spin. You’re important, but everything he’s done makes you think that you’re the opposite. You’re important, just not important enough to get an explanation.
You know he’s genuine about everything he says, but that’s not enough. You can’t sustain yourself on just his words alone.
It’s another cycle of the same conversation, running over and over and over again. He’s reaching out but he’s holding back. You’re still getting nowhere. You don’t know how many times he has to make you ask this, only to not give you any clarity at all.
If there is a trait of Jungkook’s that you both love and hate at the same time, it is that he doesn’t know when to quit.
He texts you every day even when you don’t reply - one for good morning, and one for goodnight. He gets you a chai latte every day, which doesn’t do shit for your concentration because there’s not enough caffeine in it. He gets the door for you whenever you go into the same room together. He hounds your every waking moment. He makes sure that he’s the first thing you see when you wake up, and the last thought that crosses your mind before you go to sleep.
I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.
You suppose this is him, showing up again. In a lot of ways, it’s selfish. But it’s an effort too. Now your phone is full of meaningless messages that remain unread.
You barely glance at him. It’s routine at this point. He tries in ways that you don’t bother acknowledging anymore, because you figured that the best course of action is to let him wear himself out. When he has had enough of it, when he deems his efforts to be enough to absolve his guilt, he’ll stop. He has to.
But at what point does it stop?
At what point will you stop wanting to give in to him? Your mind rages wars with itself every time you feel his eyes on you, and you have to kill the urge to not turn your head and look at him too. At what point will you stop wanting to go to him and let him in again? At what point will you stop unconsciously making him a priority?
All of this, you supposed, is to say: Do you still love him?
You know that if you sit down and get to the root of it, you’ll find an answer you don’t like. Even in this moment, you want him to tell you just a fraction of the truth, because that would probably be enough to reel you back in.
Your own heart claws at your chest but this is how it has to be for a while. All you can do is take it one day at a time, gently nudge your heart in one direction like a child that needs to be goaded, until he doesn’t live on the forefront of your mind anymore.
Until someone else does.
“No, you’re not.” You stand up then, closing your notebook with more force than necessary. “If you’re really trying, then I wouldn’t still be wondering why I wasn’t enough to make you stay.”
Even then, you’re still hoping that he’d say something else. But when you’re only met with silence, the anticipated disappointment in you bubbles, boiling. His reluctance to clue you in makes it easier for you to decide.
There's someone else who's willing to give you things that you don't even need to ask for.
In your mind, it's clear who you should choose.
Jungkook clenches his teeth, holding his breath as he watches you shove your things into your bag. “Are you going home?” he asks after a minute.
You could say yes and let the conversation die a swift and simple death. But for some reason, you choose to kill it violently. You bite the inside of your cheek before you tell him, “I don’t know. Yoongi’s picking me up.”
The chagrinned look that takes over his features for a split second is one that you immediately catch. Maybe it’s because he wants to make sure you know how he feels about this, or maybe you still have a way of reading him somehow. Regardless of what his face tells you, he doesn’t prod any further.
Your phone vibrates on the table, the sound ten times more thunderous amidst the silence that’s befallen the both of you. You don’t need to check the screen to know who’s calling, and neither does he. When you leave, the sound of your fading footsteps ricochets off the walls. It shoots right through him.
He hears every word of that conversation ringing in his ears then. He recalls that afternoon’s sunset; it was the most beautiful sunset he saw that year, despite the sun overhead mocking him with every magnificent glint of light. He sees the look on your face when his words finally register in your mind, the Oh moment when you understood what he was saying, when the smile you wore sunk helplessly to the floor because even though you knew that love had an expiration date, you hoped your love would be the exception.
That memory fades, only to be replaced by something much worse. He sits there with Jimin’s words, echoing in his mind, reverberating around the room.
Technically, you and Yoongi haven’t been on a second date. You think.
You’ve seen him almost every night since the dinner, when he picks you up at the studio. Sometimes, you two just drive around. Sometimes, you sit by the river in the cold, eating hot ramen cups and giggling over nothing. Sometimes, he just takes you straight to your home if he has a packed schedule the next day.
These days, you see Yoongi even more than you see Taehyung. Even though he hasn’t explicitly implied that any of these outings is a date, you know you aren’t hanging out as just friends anymore.
It feels good to be wanted. The feeling is reinforced tenfold because it’s been so long that it’s like you’re experiencing it for the first time in a new body, as a different person.
But even after all of that, you two can still go back to being friends like nothing ever happened. Because in a way, maybe nothing did happen. Maybe things have always been like this between you, the only difference is now you’re noticing the meaning behind his words and glances.
You two can still go back, because technically, no line has been crossed.
But tonight, something feels different. It’s colder, but Yoongi keeps you warm with all the looks he’s been giving you all night.
It feels like you’re both toeing that line right now.
You know that once you cross it, things can’t revert back to the way they were anymore.
You know that it will happen eventually, because Yoongi isn’t doing this just to half-ass it. He won’t back out, and he has made it crystal clear from the start.
Usually, this is the part where he tells you goodnight and you have to pretend not to freak out when he kisses you on the cheek in goodbye.
He takes a step closer, you take no step back.
“You know what I’m about to do, right?”
You do. You could say you’re even hopeful.
“I might have an idea…”
“Okay,” he says easily. He takes your waist in his hands and brings you closer. The way the corner of his mouth tugs upward tells you that he’s pleased, that you know what’s about to come and you’re letting it happen. Still, he asks, “Can I?”
You nod. That glowing sensation washes over you in waves.
“Words, princess,” he reminds you.
Your hands land on the lapel of his coat. “Yes, you can.”
He chuckles, and squeezes you a little tighter.
Then it happens.
The line you clumsily drew in the sand has been erased.
Yoongi is kissing you.
You’re kissing him back.
He’s soft and warm and he holds you like you’re delicate. His sincerity, you can feel it in his kiss, and it’s only a fraction of it. Regardless, there is still life that blooms this winter. Inside of you, small and fragile, but it’s there.
You sigh into his mouth, feeling completely limbless if not for him holding your body upright. One of his arms wounds itself tighter around your middle while his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear so he could cup your cheek more easily. Yoongi tilts his head further to one side to deepen the kiss. You feel something in his kiss that you have never heard in his words, something soft and pleading. Wanting but still contained. Out of fear that you might run away, perhaps? You can’t blame him though. You are a bit of a flight risk.
The wind dances past like a nosy bystander, pressing you further into him like it wants you to be more sure in the way you move, in how much of yourself you’re willing to give to him. Instead, the cold just makes you shiver.
When you break away, his hand on your face moves to hold the back of your head. Yoongi doesn’t look half as flushed as you think you do, though his cheeks are slightly rosy.
Through a thin veil of clouds, the moon still shines down on his profile.
The chill in the air, the mesmerizing view of moonlight dancing across his features, and most of all, the way you’re still lost in the kiss, in the feeling of being wanted.
“C’mon, I’ll walk you up,” he says, after you stay silent for a beat too long, hooded eyes basking in the warmth of a heart chasing your own. You want to want him. You do want him, but there’s still something missing. It doesn’t feel entirely right, but for now, you try not to dwell on it too much. Just let it be. Maybe in time, that void will inevitably fill.
Yoongi holds your hand through the lobby and on the whole way up even if neither of you says anything, just shy glances in the elevator and bashful half-hidden smiles. You don’t invite him in once you get to your door - because an invite now insinuates something that you just aren’t ready for - but he does kiss you again. If the kiss you shared downstairs is a proper goodnight kiss, then this one means see you later and doesn’t last half as long, but it makes you tingle just the same.
He pulls back, only to dive in again, and again, and again, until one chaste kiss turns into five and you have to push him away with a giggle so you can breathe.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, eyes still set on your mouth. “Couldn’t help myself.”
“Yoongi,” you say, a little breathily, like oxygen hasn’t sufficiently made its way into your lungs since downstairs.
He rests his forehead against yours. “You’ve never said my name like that before,” he sighs.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to kiss you again.”
You tug your bottom lip between your teeth and pretend to consider this even though you know you would like to be kissed again. “Maybe I do,” you say after a beat, bravely. “Just one more.”
He gives you your final kiss of the night then, one that lasts a second longer than the others, like he’s trying to memorize how you taste.
You head in once Yoongi is out of sight. You lean your body against the door the second you snap the lock shut. You touch your lips lightly, reliving those moments again even though they happened mere seconds ago. You’re buzzing with excitement like a schoolgirl, every feeling coursing through your body all at once.
You’re familiar with this. It’s the stage right before every love song you listen to suddenly reminds you of that one person.
You go through your regular evening routine with a pep in your step, thanks to a certain person tonight. You take off your carefully applied makeup and take a nice, hot shower. You think the heat would help melt away the high that you’re riding - like you’ve had too much coffee to drink and now your senses are beyond heightened - but it doesn’t. Once you’re fresh and comfortable in your PJs, you still feel that jittery feeling seeping through your pores, keeping you awake. There’s a message from Yoongi that tells you he has made it home safely.
It’s still early, and you’re far too restless to go to bed. You decided to brew yourself a mug of chamomile tea, even though you don’t even like chamomile and you can’t remember why you even have it, but they say that apparently chamomile is good for sleep. You decide to take the mug into the living room to sort through your mini mountain of mail that should’ve been dealt with days ago.
Sitting underneath that pile of junk mail and letters addressed to the previous tenant even though you’ve lived here for nearly two years, is a cream-colored card addressed to you. The material feels smooth under your fingertips, like velvet if that’s even possible. Inside, there are two names - one you recognize and another you don’t - typed out in a fancy calligraphy font and encircled by pretty flowers, all pinks and whites and romantic.
The saccharine sensation associated with the thought of Yoongi dissipates instantly. Instead, your mind blanks, only to buzz to life again momentarily with a newfound sinking feeling dragging you down.
You suddenly realize that Jungkook hasn’t crossed your mind once tonight. Not until now. That crestfallen look in his eyes from the other night appears in your mind again, clear as day.
You are, quite literally, holding someone’s declaration of love and yet, it’s not joy that you feel, having been asked to join them on their special day.
You never thought you would see Jungkook’s family again - even though you always adored his parents and you felt that they loved you too - let alone receive an invitation to his brother’s wedding.
remember when y'all said u wanted a wedding?? well u didn't say whose wedding 😌
— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted march 27, 2023]
#jungkook x reader#jungkook fluff#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#jungkook x you#jungkook fanfic#jungkook imagines#bts x reader#bts x you#bts fluff#bts angst#bts smut#bts scenarios#bts imagines#bangtanbathhouse#btscarnivalnet#btshoneyhive#clubzerooclock#52hertz#fic: our beloved summer
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"Dating Eddie Munson Would Be Like..."
[Eddie Munson x Black!Reader Headcannon]
(A/N: I came out of my writing hiatus for this🥴 I underestimated just how lengthy this was gonna get and I don't think Tumblr mobile has the text break feature anymore, so there's a lot, lmao! And YES, we all know about how everything goes down in Stranger Things and Hawkins and all that jazz.....but consider that as a loose reference for this!)
Warnings: Nothing really, Fluff, maybe a little fooling around but that's about it(:
P.S: 🤎WwaBRiM🤎 but everyone is welcome to read☺; Likes & comments are appreciated and reblogs are highly encouraged👌🏾
YOU TWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!😆💫💞
Okay so here's a long ass backstory to how your friendship began: 🍃SPRING OF 1980🍃, the air was crisp outside, middleschool was finally over, you were taking that big leap into highschool in the fall, you finally got over Bon Scott's death, your family got you a bike for graduation, and one of your older cousins became a keyholder at THEE BEST record shop in Hawkins that ALSO had a comic book shop on the 2nd floor. So it's safe to say you knew where you were gonna spend most of your summer.
You'd be chilling around the shop most days, hanging out with your cousin and talking to the other teens that would work there. You'd even help put out records and play them in the store.
You're an audiophile and you take pride in your vast music taste, probably influenced by the fact that you came from a musical family....BUT THAT'S NEITHER HERE NOR THERE.
You and Eddie met because that ENTIRE summer he'd swoop in at the same time every other day at approximately 4:45 PM, and make a B-line for the Rock section.
It always seemed like he'd be walking up to the counter to FINALLY buy something, but if you were behind it he'd chicken out and make a sharp turn for the stairs to go up to the comics.
It was a routine, and you had it down to a T. You kinda enjoyed his presence even though you two hadn't properly met yet. You had to admit he was kinda cute😌
His hair was doing it's own little thing, it was shoulder length and feathered, and on this day in particular, he had on a Black Sabbath ringer tee with denim bell bottoms and sneakers...and he was peaking over the prog section shelf at you...barely even hiding it.
He paced around to other shelves as well, he stopped in the Funk and Soul section and picked up a few records which, honestly, kinda surprised you.
It was finally time for him to choke at the check-out counter, but this time was different~
He rested his 5 records down on the counter and let out a shaky breath that equaled that of someone about to have an asthma attack.
Your heart went out, so you thought you'd break the ice somehow, picking up AC/DC's new "Back in Black" album on top of his stack, "Is this a badass comeback or what!"
Mission accomplished, he immediately loosened up, "Hell Yeah! It's album of the year for sure because Brian Johnson FUCKS!" (okay maybe a little too loose)
You both quickly hit it off from there, it turns out Eddie also was an avid music listener himself. His other items that day included Saxon's "Strong Arm Of The Law", Steel Pulse's "Tribute To The Martyrs", Van Halen's "Women and Children First", and Bette Davis' "Nasty Gal".
From there on out you two instantly became close💫
If you guys weren't at the record shop then you'd be at the movies, if you weren't at the movies, then you'd be at his home blasting music while he played along on his guitar, if it was too late to blast music at his place then he'd be trying to teach you the basics of Dungeons & Dragons (emphasis on trying), if his complicated lessons failed, then you'd both be on the roof at your house reading comics until the sun came up, then you'd go downstairs to eat Count Choculas and watch Saturday Morning Cartoons until you passed out from lack of sleep.
Eddie proposed that you two should get friendship bracelets, but of course, you were both broke after spending what little money you had on music and nerd memorabilia😅
So you went looking through his stuff and pulled out 2 guitar picks. One for each of you. He thought it was cute and immediately had his uncle make them into necklaces for you both.
Freshmen year of highschool started for you two, and it was really a trial and error period as far as cliques go.
Everyone was judgy, and Eddie didn't like how certain groups would be okay with one of you joining but not the other when you both were into the same things.
You were floaters, but YOU more than Eddie. You were nice and social enough to be friends with at least one or more people in every clique. But that didn't mean there wouldn't be hecklers every now and again.
Once, a Jock thought it would be funny to yank on your Afro-puffs "as a joke", and you begged Eddie to drop it, but he hauled off and punched the guy right in the dick!
He got suspended, and when you talked to him about it that night on your roof, he tried to cover his tracks by saying he was "having problems grieving John Bonham's death".
You knew he was lying, he knew he was lying, but he was so scared to tell you how he felt. He thought it would've ruined what you had going on.
Sophomore year was oddly both better, and all the same. But at least Hawkins High finally got a D & D club, obviously Eddie hopped on it the moment he found out, and he wanted you to join too but you were just so damn CONFUSED, and he respected that.
You were more on the Arts Clubs side of the spectrum, and he absolutely loved that for you. He liked that you weren't afraid to put yourself out there.
Definitely your hypeman whenever you had class presentations. You both sat in the back so he'd get this poster board and write "🔥🔥🔥Hell Yeah y/n!!!🔥🔥🔥" on it, and if you had a presentation in a class you didn't share with him, he'd steal the hall pass to sneak in the back of the room and listen☺
Junior year is when the dynamic shifted for sure, and it was so random too?! You were becoming a talented Jack of all trades, and Eddie was starting to perfect his sense of style. His hair was growing out more and you'd be lying if you said he didn't look fine😩
On top of all that, your cousin graduated from college and got a new car as a gift, so it was only fair that you got her old one. And it...was...FUCKING...AMAZING.
You and Eddie started going for joyrides, it didn't matter where or when. Sometimes all you had to do was give eachother a look, and the car keys would basically appear out of thin air.
Anyway on one fine night, reefer may or may not have been involved, and it was somebody's bright idea to play Sade...
You were in a pretty safe yet secluded area, sitting on the hood of the car, stargazing and talking about hopes and dreams, and the future and where you saw yourself in 10 years..................
and Mr. Munson looked you dead in the eyes and said "Hopefully with you."
..........................you kissed him. You kissed the fuck outta him. And he let you, he actually invited it, he leaned into it, he embraced it.
He'd been praying for it, from the very moment he first laid eyes on you in the record shop, to the moment you were headbanging to the "Kill 'Em All" record so hard you fell off of his bed, even down to the moments when you would stare through him while you zoned out as he explained his character lore. Yes, he had prayed on his knees for this exact moment many nights...and he's not even religious.
It got heavy really quick, you put your hand on the windshield to brace you both and he caressed your face, "Can I?" he asked between kisses, waiting for your approval before he slowly moved his hands to your hair.
You got lost there for a little bit, but he had to be the bigger person and snap you both out of it, mostly due to the fact that the munchies had finally set in.
You two spent that night, cooped up on the same side of a booth at a Waffle House, eating All-Star Specials, and talking about any and everything, basking in the peace of your new relationship😌💓
That summer leading up to senior year was truly something else, there were a lot of wholesome learning periods that Eddie had to go through.
He FINALLY got to experience one of your infamous "Wash Days", and he wanted to help so he got to lather up your hair with the shampoo and he handed you the right products so you could deep condition your hair. He got so invested that he ended up washing his hair too, so now you both were just walking around your house with towel turbans on😂
He was one wiff away from going feral one time after he watched you apply shea butter after a shower, THAT was an experience🥴
You had to teach him how to do the electric slide AGAIN because you'd "be damned if your boyfriend had two left feet at the family function"💀
Senior year itself was pretty tough. The relationship was stronger than ever, but academically Eddie was falling behind. He'd get so caught up in the moment and everything around him that he'd push a lot of his school responsibilities to the side.
You'd have him over a lot more solely for the purpose of studying, but it would always end up with him not doing anythinggggg and you hated it because you wanted him to succeed but he's just so damn quick-witted and strong willed!
You'd try to scold him about distractions, and all he has to do is sweet-talk you, next thing you know your straddling him on your bedroom floor in the midst of a feverish makeout session. You just couldn't win😩.
I think the gravity of everything truly set in when graduation was around the corner, and you told him that if he wasn't graduating then you weren't. It broke his heart a little. Especially after he saw all the acceptance letters you got, that you tried hiding from him.
He knew you deserved every one of those letters, and he wouldn't be able to live with it if he knew that you didn't take those opportunities because of him.
Graduation came....he was there for the ceremony and left right after you got your diploma. When the ceremony was over you drove to his place, sat on the porch with him, put your cap on his head and cried on his shoulders.
He cried too, but he didn't let you see it.
That summer was bittersweet, you two did what you had been doing for the past four years, but it was all the more sentimental because by the time fall came around, you knew you'd see eachother less.
Eddie got a camcorder for you to document college life, and of course you used it to document your summer with him.
On the bright side, college is a lot of fun and you and Eddie talk about it on the phone A LOT and how you can't wait for him to get there, and whenever you have a break in the semesters you are on the first plane back to Hawkins to see him.
Highschool ultimately ended up working for him too in his own way, his grades may still be hot ass, and his principal told him he'd have to do senior year over again BUT at least he's the Dungeon Master of Hawkins' D & D club which he rebranded, "🔥The Hellfire Club🔥"
💫When he told you the news, you drew up a cool logo and had your roommate that works at a shirt shop make a bunch of shirts in various sizes, and had a large box commercially shipped to him💫
When you were on the phone with him the night he got the boxes he let out such a horrid scream, it was a slasher movie grade scream. HE LOVED IT SO MUCH!
He caught a flight that weekend which was convenient because family and friends weekend WAS that weekend😂
When '86 came around, you told Eddie during one of your designated wash day phone calls that it was gonna be his year, and yeeaahhh you tell him that EVERY YEAR as words of encouragement but you knew that this was it, and he finally internalized it.
You even hyped him up for college and have been telling him about study methods you could try when he got there, and you joked about bribing your roommate to move out so you could be roomies with him when he got there that fall!
And he said FUCK YEAH to all of it because he loves your positivity, he loves your mind, he loves your efforts, and he loves you!
But you two are BEYOND CUTE together omg😭💞
#my longest headcannon yet!#my writing#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x black!reader#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader#eddie munson ff
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tagged by @woobifiedvillain a few days ago and finally remembered to do it!!
Favorite color: Yellow, but not an overwhelming yellow, like that soft warm yellow? I love it. People tend to not expect this answer, I think I give off more of a blue or grey vibe. Honestly a pretty grey/silver is probably my second favorite color, but a buttery yellow is just so good for the soul.
Last song: You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi. Danced to it in the kitchen, got consumed by the guitar riffs, nearly knocked a chair over. Before this morning it would've been the Genshin OST... I've been listening to it a lot while I write or do chores recently.
Last movie: An exceedingly mediocre romcom on Netflix that I watched with my sick mom to be nice. Genuinely couldn't tell you the title or more than like, two or three plot points. Last movie that I watched bc I wanted to was the Barbie movie, which was genuinely better than I expected. Enjoyable but would still give it, like, a mixed review. I'm not getting into two months' ago Barbie Movie Discourse on this post
Currently watching: I'M STILL TRYING TO FINISH THE UNTAMED!!!! woobifiedvillain i'm speaking directly to you and quoting you: i too am "chronically incapable of paying attention to visual media, even the good shit" and when i try to explain this to people irl they act like i am insane!!! I haven't watched Good Omens season 2 yet even tho I am reblogging posts about it rn. I think it's mostly adhd, or really just a part of the larger Neurodivergence Soup (tm) that makes it nearly impossible for me to learn something from a YouTube video. I mean, sometimes for a hands-on task a video is essential, but can't there be a written list of instructions to go with it too, bc that sticks in my mind way better sobs... ANYWAY i'm currently on episode 43 of The Untamed, so I should be able to finish it by, like. The end of the year at least lol?
Currently reading: I started reading SVSSS recently because, like. The mxtx mania is in full throttle. I just got here a little later than most people lmao. I'm also currently "reading" like seven different books that I bought or pirated this year and have on hold. One of my Unfortunate Skills is bingereading like 200 pages of something in 1-2 days and then not finishing the rest of it for 8 months.
Currently working on: Keep My Shadow Alive, my big xue yang-centric fix it fic!!! Well, more like a fix it, and then break it more, and then eventually actually fix it fic. Starting from the canon divergence of "Add Pre-Teen Xue Yang to the Burial Mounds Fam" and going from there. I read every fic like that that's on ao3 and was still being eaten alive by the brainworms so I started writing my own take on it and ~6 months later it's the longest fic I've ever written and only 25% of the way through its outline???? So. Who knows if it will get finished (my track record is admittedly not great)- but I've had such a blast writing it so far. Xue Yang is just SO fun to write. Yes it has a plot and character arcs and I could even go full English Major* and start telling you about its Themes, but also it's just an excuse to write Xue Yang interacting with every member of the MDZS cast. Going to STOP talking now bc I fully am the type of writer who will get carried away talking about their wips.
*i am not an english major, but spiritually i am an english major.
Current obsession: Yeah uh, MDZS. My friend convinced me to finally read it in January of this year, and the hyperfixation train has simply not stopped since then. Genshin Impact also dragged me back in with the Fontaine update and I've been having a lot of fun playing it. But MDZS is still mostly the thing that's eating up my RAM. Particularly the Yi City crew, but 3zun is rotating in there too. Sometimes even The Man WWX Himself, i talk about him less but i do love him a lot also lol
Tagging: I'm honestly too shy to do this!!! But thank you for tagging me anyway<3
#love when people invite me to ramble💕#if i ever post something unprompted it has been edited 6 times for conciseness#not this post. i sat down and word vomited until it was over and i am not rereading it or i'll get self conscious#tag games#aphelion.txt#mdzs has been like. category 5 autism event#it's been a long time since something grabbed me this hard#often i'll be super obsessed with something for 2-3 months and wring all the interest out of it and move on#i mean it's not uncommon for me to cycle back to a previous interest after awhile and have another obsession phase#but the enduring power of mdzs has been quite impressive
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I posted 17,799 times in 2022
That's 6,227 more posts than 2021! (jesus fucking christ lmao)
115 posts created (1%)
17,684 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@blueberrybonbons (BON MY FRIEND ILY IM SORRY FOR SEEMINGLY BOTHERING YOU THE MSOT OUT OF ANYONE ON THIS WEBSITE THIS YEAR♥️♥️♥️)
@wolfcat-hybrid
@floodrat
@horse-music ♥️
@acasternaut ♥️
I tagged 1,555 of my posts in 2022
#personal - 54 posts
#esc - 31 posts
#<3 - 19 posts
#literally - 17 posts
#🥺🥺🥺 - 11 posts
#<3<3<3 - 8 posts
#movie of all time - 7 posts
#:) - 6 posts
#them <3 - 6 posts
#lapin cadbury - 6 posts (hell yeah my guy)
Longest Tag: 76 characters
#me @ my mutuals ♥️💘💓💘💘🧡✨💘♥️🧡♥️💓💓💘🧡💘✨💗✨💘♥️🧡🧡💘✨💗😍💘🧡💘😍😍 < AND ITS SO TRUE
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
ghosts literally slaps SOSOSO hard I'm so happy it's back
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#4
I gotta start just sayin shit more. who cares
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#3
hello!! i wrote a skip/norman fanfic because i have brainrot for them sosososo bad (I read @thosepeoplefromfrance's valdrinorman series and and am now Obsessed) so if you are interested in some symbiosis may I offer you. this
21 notes - Posted May 22, 2022
#2
DEVASTATING "barista was cute and I was awkward" incident this morning. me dead me injured
48 notes - Posted September 26, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
fig faeth core
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My Top Best Mutuals In 2022:
bon and horse-music and red you guys are my besties 5ever ilysm. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3. I hope we all have a great 2023 ♥️♥️♥️
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#this is pretty embarrassing tbh i GOTTA shut up thats too many posts#oh well. im not going to shut up unfortunately. :)
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I posted 447 times in 2022
That's 447 more posts than 2021!
92 posts created (21%)
355 posts reblogged (79%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@gr4cefully-bon
@thatdayagain
@ladybugsonfire
@0zzi-b3ar
@wowthatisonemagiccat
I tagged 260 of my posts in 2022
Only 42% of my posts had no tags
#madness combat - 61 posts
#madcom - 49 posts
#mc - 44 posts
#minecraft - 30 posts
#the professor - 28 posts
#alan becker - 28 posts
#ava - 28 posts
#animator vs animation - 27 posts
#avm - 26 posts
#hank j wimbleton - 25 posts
Longest Tag: 39 characters
#strawberry shortcake and orange blossom
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Doctor reader teaching 2b about medical stuff?? I don't know, this came up in my head lmao. Yet again, have a great day. :))
This is going to be extremely short.
The Reader added the liquid to the wound then wrapped the bandages around. The Reader breathed out, "And that's how you bring someone back from the dead using only bandages and this common medicine." 2BDamned was impressed, he commented with something like happiness but clearly wasn't, "Great job, I could really use this in the future." The Reader smiles in reply.
31 notes - Posted July 26, 2022
#4
Very nervous to request- Can I get 2BDamned or/and Hot Dog Vendor partner headcanons?? It's okay if you decline this request. Have a great day. 🍪
I hope this is good and doesn't clash with anything canon... or messes up your anything.
2bDamned
• He is the kind of kind of guy who likes a person who can just kill him.
• Not that he's not into other kinds of people.
• He just loves to have someone fuck him up... but only in certain scenarios.
• He is also smart. If you like a smart, capable, strong, man, you found him in 2bDamned.
Hotdog Vendor
• He is an honest hard working man. If you want a regular but capable, functional, adult, here is the Hotdog Vendor.
• He is kind to everyone even if they are scary. He wants to be a loving partner and does his best to be so.
• He will give you a free hotdog if you are a friend or closer. But only one per day.
• He loves a chubby partner, they are so soft and huggable.
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#3
Orange x Green x Purple x Red x Blue x Yellow poly
36 notes - Posted August 4, 2022
#2
The Chosen One x The Dark Lord
They are happy to see each other.
38 notes - Posted August 5, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Hello writer ^^ I hope you are well.What can I say, I like sad scenes. 2bdamend and Sanford being with their partner as they die.maybe sanford pierced his love's heart with his uppercut by mistake or hank had a fit of rage and ended doc's love.can be one shot or headcanon
Sanford kills his lover
• He tries not to cry but ends up crying and holding the body and crying all over the body. You know the deal.
• He probably killed them by himself by accident. Likely by overusing the hook.
• He never stops blaming himself, it's changes him. Sure, he'll keep fighting and he'll look the same from the outside but he's broken inside.
• Sanford closes himself from the outside, it'll take years to get over those walls.
2BDamned kills his lover
• It was probably an accident and by third hand means. Hank J Wimbleton gets surprised by someone and kills them.
• It's kinda his fault because you know Hank. But he's invested too much of his life to stop this.
• He mourns in silence, never letting himself express his pain. He doesn't cry on the outside. It's slowly killing him.
• 2BDamned blames himself, but he doesn't say it. It's implied by his actions. It's buried under all that well thought out chess game that he is using Hank in.
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Sayings, Expressions and Metaphors Re-Contextualized For People Who Do Not Understand Them
"Blood is thicker than water." - Shortened, misused version of the expression "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.", which means that the family you choose will always understand and love you more than the family you are simply tied by blood with (it is often misused to claim the opposite, that blood bonds are more important than anything else)
"Money doesn't buy happiness" - Meaning that no matter how rich you are and how many things you possess, you will still suffer in life, may it be trauma, illness, death of a loved one, loneliness... I liked the phrasing "a widow living in a large mansion still feels lonely at night". The saying is often bitterly refered to as something used to bully or mock poor people, or to erase their suffering, which is obviously not the original intent of it
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" - A saying meant to explain that as you go through experiences in life, whether good or bad, you learn from them, and therefore are better prepared for the next one (whether it be emotional, like a bad relationship, or physical, like an illness). Obviously, if someone gets in a car accident and becomes paraplegic, that's an entire different story, and obviously not what this saying refers to. And obviously, traumatic events leave terrible scars that may never heal. That is also not what this saying is referring to
/The entire Sodom and Gomorrah ordeal/ (I'm not gonna quote the whole story because it's long and I wanna make it short lmao) - The story was meant to show that Sodom was unwelcoming and cruel. They used sex as humiliation and dehumanization, as it was done non-consentually. It is not meant to say that homosexuality is bad, but rather that cruel people will do anything to hurt others. Them being men had nothing to do with it.
"C'est la vie!" - Literally translates to "that's life!" in french. It is simply a saying of defeat or acceptance towards a particularly bad life situation. "Ah, bon, hein, c'est la vie!" ("Ah, welp, I suppose, that's life!"). Anglophones like to use it to mean random things or just to sound fancy. Please do no do that.
I KNOW I missed a bunch of sayings but these are all the ones I could think of right now. Add any one you think of in the comments or in your reblog! I might also edit this if I see any particular saying that I want to add there later!
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I posted 595 times in 2022
That's 595 more posts than 2021!
79 posts created (13%)
516 posts reblogged (87%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@august-atwood
@penned-cbarbosa
@raj-veerapen
@emmie-fitzgerald
@amaya-veerapen
I tagged 585 of my posts in 2022
Only 2% of my posts had no tags
#text: august - 109 posts
#chat: celeste - 51 posts
#text: celeste - 39 posts
#chat: raj - 33 posts
#chat: emmie - 31 posts
#text: raj - 29 posts
#chat: thomas - 27 posts
#text: amaya - 23 posts
#chat: august - 21 posts
#online: emmie - 19 posts
Longest Tag: 81 characters
#not me reblogging myself lmao but also frankie is slowly having a change of heart
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
“It’s my liiiifeeee and it’s now or neverrrr!!!” Frankie sang from the top of their lungs, swaying and dancing around to Bon Jovi, giggling with their dance partner. “Oh my God, my spleen hurts. I need water. Ok, okay. Water break! Are you coming? Come on ya party animal!”
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#4
Text: Thomas
Frankie: Raj is trying to set me up and I think I'm sweatin'! Boy, I'm sweatin'!
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#3
“Thank you so much for coming!! Are you having fun? Have you gone on the rides yet?”
52 notes - Posted September 2, 2022
#2
“I mean it’s great to see so many happy people, you know?” They tore up a blade of grass as they went on. “I just don’t think they’ll be bringing in another cast member this late in the game. It’s cool. I get to be like the spectator or something.”
72 notes - Posted May 9, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Text: August
Frankie: (thinking they're texting Amaya) I THINK AUGUST ALMOST KISSED ME. WAIT NO, I'M PRETTY SURE THEY ALMOST DID AND IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER AND NOW I HAVE TO LOOK EXTRA PERFECT TONIGHT SO PLEASE COME OVER SO WE CAN SCREAM AND LISTEN TO MARINA WHILE WE DO IT. I JUST MET THEM BUT I REALLY LIKE THEM LIKE THEY FEEL SO FAMILIAR TO ME? YOUR DAD SHOULD BE A MATCH MAKER, OKURRR?
Frankie: Oh crap.
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Summarizing some new points from the Sporkful 'Reckoning at Bon Appetit' podcast episode ft reporter Rachel Premack, former staffer Nikita Richardson, and current BA assistant editor Sohla El-Waylly
- Sohla had already heard about the race issues at BA but questioned them because of the YouTube videos and gaby's journey from a dish washer to test kitchen manager (+ the fact that she was also featured in videos and got opportunities). She sees now that was BS
- BA treats poc as sidekicks to pull in to appear diverse
- Sohla would try to have a meeting with producers once a month to push diverse food but would get turned down
- Multiple staffers say that one of the biggest obstacles of getting prominent poc and diverse food featured was Matt Duckor, Condé Nast's head of video, who earned a bonus based on the performance of BA videos (so "the more clicks, the more he stood to gain")
- "[Duckor] was the problem to be honest, he was a much bigger problem than Adam."
- Duckor only wanted Priya to cook indian food
- Given that she had to make videos at home, Sohla was also the one who had to set everything up (lighting, sound, videos, etc) and every week she brought up payment for her work but Duckor would lie straight to her face and refuse for MONTHS
- BA promised to hire a full time black person to be in their videos SIX MONTHS AGO but never followed through
- When Rapo held the zoom meeting to "apologize" for the brown face (through only a couple of sentences), Sohla literally told him she wanted him to resign, AND THEN other people started to speak up and agree
-The contract Duckor offered Sohla AN HOUR after she posted publicly on Instagram about the pay inequality (which Duckor had been pushing back for MONTHS) included backpay but she refused to sign it until everyone who shoots videos for the test kitchen is compensated.
- Molly sent Sohla a really heartfelt email acknowledging her complacency but Brad seems to have JUST FOUND OUT racism is real
- There's a small group (of 7 people) who are working to rebuild and address these issues. They also made sure that of the few poc who are on that team, they are always present ("in that room")
- The original statement from BA was much stronger and concrete but they had to negotiate with corporate, HR and PR.
- Internally they are holding themselves to the original statement but for legal reasons it didn't go through. THEY WERE UP UNTIL 11PM fighting over words
- Demands: increase pay for poc on staff ie. everyone on the team makes living wage
- Sohla's experienced one of the highest highs of her life when Adam resigned, Duckor resigned and the business insider article came out. She believes things may finally start to change
- Sohla has a new video series concept she hopes to host for Bon Appetit once she starts getting paid for her work (!!!!!!!!!)
#I know that I just reblogged all those quotes but here's a handy list of the new things we've found out with this podcast episode!#bon appetit test kitchen#sohla el waylly#Sporkful reckoning at BA#Nikita Richardson#Rachel Premack#I'm kind of just posting this for personal reference lmao I hope it's helpful to you as well#Sohla and poc deserve better#100*#Podcasts#500*#shush
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why do you reblog @buckspooked’s “dad rock” edits so often?
Uhhh because my super talented bestie is making fucking fantastic edits of one of my otp’s plus the songs from one of music’s best eras and I love them??
#lmao anon#fuck off#i want some of whatever you’re on#anyway! go reblog bon’s content! it’s awesome and so are they!#i got mail!!#anon
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I posted 9,492 times in 2021
901 posts created (9%)
8591 posts reblogged (91%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 9.5 posts.
I added 2,181 tags in 2021
#desired opposites - 330 posts
#resources - 268 posts
#daniel walden - 264 posts
#desired ships - 253 posts
#warren reynolds - 206 posts
#marcus holmes - 181 posts
#out of character - 178 posts
#open starter - 168 posts
#indie rp starter - 167 posts
#walt mcallister - 166 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#the tone deafness of stirring this from a massive californian mansion after claims of not wanting media spotlight also hasn't gone down well
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
@rosesxandxthorns
"Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favourite stripper all dressed up for me tonight,” Asher bragged as he strolled backstage, his gaze blatantly running up and down Cassie’s form in admiration of her outfit for that night’s show. Many rock stars made investments over time but they were often into bars, restaurants or music venues rather than into strip clubs. Asher’s investment into the club had caused quite the stir initially but it had only added to the young, wild rockstar vibe that he was aiming to portray every second in public.
Naturally, as the co-owner, Asher made sure to visit the club whenever he was in town and he had no qualms about walking backstage to interact with the dancers. Cassie was undoubtedly his favourite, initially for her stunning looks but more so of late thanks to how she clearly hated him, her disdain for him only driving him on to keep coming back to her.
As he got just a few steps away, Asher still looked her up and down with a smirk, arrogantly saying then “Make sure to give me a little wink when you’re on stage tonight, so the girls know who my favourite is...”
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#4
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@supersonicdreams
Naturally, Max’s gaze went to Cara’s long, slender legs as she applied cream to them, the man clearly admiring the sight even as Cara expressed how she wanted her husband to die. The comment drew a nod from Max and he sighed. “I know what you mean... ain’t a day goes by where I don’t wake up and think about how he’s responsible for this,” Max replied, using his cane then to briefly tap his wounded leg.
As Cara mentioned how they both knew what would happen to them if Seamus found out about their dalliances, Max shrugged. “I’d never let him harm you or Finn or me,” was his reply, the words brief and gruff yet the sentiment behind them obvious. Max would kill if it meant protecting Cara and her son.
He nodded when Cara asked him to pour her a whiskey, briefly stopping then to remove his suit jacket and toss it onto a chair before moving to pour a glass each for them. Max hobbled over to the bed and handed one glass to Cara, wincing slightly as he went to sit down on the bed at the edge of her feet. He took a sip of whiskey and then turned to face Cara, smiling briefly at her before saying “Been a hell of a week... it’s nice to end it with you.”
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#3
continued from [x]
@rosesxandxthorns
Cassie’s folded arms and disdainful expression were hardly surprising for Max, such personality ticks being characteristic of his lover whenever they argued. As she said how he was the one being a brat, Max again wasn’t surprised but he still responded to the comment in kind. “I’m having someone dragged out because you’re being a brat and trying to get at me because you didn’t like something,” he told her firmly, tone entirely uncompromising.
The woman moved closer towards him and reached out to tape the tip of his cane with her finger, her remark about chasing making his brow furrow as he wondered if it was a slight about his injury. However, as Cassie then confirmed that she’d been mad about the other woman he’d been talking to that night, Max rolled his eyes. “So transparent...” he murmured, shaking his head then as Cassie said she was going back downstairs. “You aren’t going back tonight, you don’t get to have fun when you’ve defied me so much...” Max warned her, clicking his fingers so that one of his bodyguards entered the doorway to thus block any exit by the blonde.
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#2
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@amoroxs
Barnaby grinned knowingly and then shrugged as Eliza told him that she’d heard the almost curse as soon as she’d entered the apartment. “You caught me in the middle of trying to write a scene for character development, something to flesh out my heroine and... well... it’s not really going that well, everything I write for this scene just doesn’t feel right to me,” Barnaby explained. His gaze dropped down to the glass of bourbon as Eliza handed it to him and he smiled gratefully. “Cheers, much needed,” Barnaby replied, taking an immediate swig of the harsh but welcome liquor as he leaned back in his desk chair.
He considered Eliza’s words and knew she was right, though he was still dwelling mostly upon how he was going to perfect the scene. “Sometimes it’s just difficult to get myself out of the hole, especially when it’s so frustrating.. it’s like I can’t rest until I get it right but then you’re right too... it’s not gonna get better until I walk away and come back with a fresh mind,” Barnaby said then, sighing at the end of his words before taking another sip of bourbon.
63 notes • Posted 2021-01-22 00:30:18 GMT
#1
me: emotionally resilient through a global pandemic
also me: cries at the ending of No Time To Die
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#my 2021 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#/love how the tags reveal my blatant fc love for seb stan & bin bons & madden & joel kinnaman lmao#and how my constant thirst for desired opposites and reblogging resources goes down well too xD#out of character
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‘ i’ll be trying to suck all of the liquid out the dirt, trying to catch a curve, digging my own grave.
edits of tyler lachlan rake 2 / ∞
#ok for mutuals to reblog !#edits i say... like i didn't just slap a psd on some google images lmao .#ANYWAY .#iv . started making it. had a breakdown. bon apetit ‚ edits .#i . i am badlands‚ red dust and war torn ‚ image .
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lululawrence’s April 2021 Fic List
Previous Fic Lists / Fic List Podcast Masterpost
April has been a bit of a roller coaster, hasn’t it? But here we are, already almost May! I was able to read so many incredible fics this month. Like... truly, so many STELLAR fics. I’m finally back to reading more of last year’s Big Bang fics, plus a couple that I betaed have already posted, and then I threw in some other shorter ones for fun as well, and I cannot wait to share them with you and tell you what I loved about each one.
In fact, if you’d really like to hear me rhapsodize about these fics, you can listen to my podcast here.
As always, be sure to show your love and appreciation for all of the hard work our fandom authors have put into their fics with kudos, nice comments, and (when applicable) reblogging their fic posts!
Falling in the Wrong Direction by @fallinglikethis / FallingLikeThis (25k, E, Harry/Louis, past Liam/Harry, Big Bang fic, based on Catch and Release, grieving Harry, Liam has recently died when the fic starts, Louis was Liam’s best friend, enemies to friends to lovers, roommates Niall and Zayn, secrets, for real the grief is real in this one, soooo many emotions and all of them perfectly navigated, i loved it all so very much)
sustenance by Anonymous (12k, E, Harry/Louis, Girl Direction, Induced Lactation, Breastfeeding, Lactation Kink, Footballer Louis, Public Breastfeeding, I mean it kinda is public cause they’re surrounded by others due to the nature of the experiment, It’s a whole science thing, it’s... listen it’s all for smut’s sake and it’s fucking hot so, if lactation kink is your thing you gotta do it lol)
Let Me Kiss You by Anonymous (4k, G, Harry/Louis, Zayn/Louis, Liam/Louis, Niall/Louis, Canon Compliant, Louis kisses everyone, I think he and Harry are actually dating and he isn’t dating the rest, anyway, Recreational Drug Use aka weed lol, It’s back when the band was together but kinda seems to float across some years?, Fuck, listen, this fic was just so incredibly pure and good, I loved it so much, I loved how each kiss had a different reason, and the way it is all framed???, IT’S WONDERFUL I LOVED IT PLEASE READ IT)
Hooked With Just One Taste by @dinosaursmate / dinosaursmate (49k, E, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, Cam Boy Louis, Rich Harry, Former-Celebrity Harry, he’s still kinda famous but not actively if that makes sense lmao, side Ziall, I LOVE THE ZIALL OKAY OMG, Also listen, this fic is sooooo smutty and hot and great, but it also is so pure and good?, Like the way Harry and Louis interact and grow to be so into each other for more than just sexy times?, SO GOOD, anyway read itttttt, the art is PERFECT for it too!, props to @wilywolf for that hehe)
your crimes are quiet, my love by @lightwoodsmagic / lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes) (98k, E, Zayn/Liam, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, Miss Congeniality AU, but make it darker and more realistic, lolllll It’s still sooooo much fun though omggggg, MI5 Agents Liam and Zayn, Ziam are partners for work, pining, SO much pining, friends to lovers, oblivious boys seriously, Louis is the pageant trainer/consultant, Harry is Liam’s roommate for the pageant and a contestant, I cannot express to you how incredible this fic was and how much it sucks you in, the storyline was such an original and incredible and creepy yet really lovely take on the original story, i fucking loved it, oh there’s side Shiall too and I loved them even if they weren’t in it nearly so much as the rest!)
Favourite Boy by @quelsentiment / wordsnnotes (9k, T, Zayn/Louis, pining, lack of communication, Friends with Benefits to Lovers, Except they’re more just... the benefits?, I guess it’s more like... Regular Booty Calls to Lovers, lmaoooo, for real though this fic omggggg, it sucked me right into Zayn’s head and the whole issue of it all, and they just won’t talk!!!, SO CRAZY GOOD OMG)
But I’m the Quarterback by @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28 (52k, E, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, But I’m the Cheerleader AU, quarterback Harry, Conversion Therapy Camp, Sexuality Crisis, Gay Awakening, Crisis of Faith, Self Harm, Listen, this fic is heavy at times, but for the most part it really is so lovely and gentle, The way Harry comes to learn about himself and accept himself, all with the wonderful people around him going through the same thing, AND LARRY AND LLOYD OMGGGG I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHHH, anyway, i love this fic please give it a chance if you can handle the tags!, and MASSIVE shout out to the artist @whatagreatproblemtohave for the amazing art!)
Felt Nothing Like Home by @becomeawendybird / QuickedWeen (62k, E, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, Bon Appetit Test Kitchen AU, Specifically a Brad/Claire AU for those who are familiar hehe, Pastry Chef Harry, Professional Chef Louis, YouTube AU, Pining, All the fucking pining, Friends to Lovers, Secret Relationship, This fic is so warm and lovely and soft, And funny omg so funny, but also so sweet, it was absolutely stellar, I love)
The Journal by @wait4ever / RecycledStardust and @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28 (14k, G, Harry/Louis, Alternate Universe, Magic, Spells, Mystery, Twin Flames, Soulmates, Reincarnation in a way, Rituals, 1990s AU, but also a Historical fic in certain scenes, and NO the 90s aren’t historical yet FIGHT ME, anyway sorry lol, This fic is so special and I keep getting choked up just thinking about it, It is absolutely lovely and the found friends/family aspect is also so so lovely, and I just, Oh gosh it is a must read please read this fic I’m begging you)
Things Unsaid by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (4k, G, Harry/Louis, Soulmate Fest fic, which of course means Soulmates!, Soulmarks, Meet Cute, Or well kinda a meet ugly whoops, lol, Lilo Friendship, Humor, Listen this fic is borderline crack in the best way and I laughed so many times reading it, It was lighthearted and wonderful)
To the late night double feature show by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (2k, NR, Harry/Louis, Halloween fic, Cryptid Harry, kinda? I think he’s considered a cryptid?, lmao ANYWAY, meet cute, Clifford, Crack, This fic was once again adorable and silly and yet soft and warm and once again, I love it, Let’s all just sit and admire the way Emmu’s brain works shall we?)
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I was tagged by @green-tinted-sixties-mind to post my celebrity crushes, thank u love 🥰
(I think I'll keep with the theme and post only my rock star crushes lmao)
John Taylor
Simon Le Bon
Brian May
Jon Bon Jovi
Roger Daltrey
Synyster Gates
Tagging: @duranarchy-in-the-uk @starryblue04 @dreaminyourvoice @mccartneyvinyl @shadowsareonyourside @sixtiesblues @dolcesirena @promisedealer @discreetmusic @chauffeurlebon
* please don't reblog *
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I saw that you reblogged it too! For the ask meme: 🏝😏🌧 😀❓👾 and 🃏 because it really is the true question.
🏝 - Fave country/island visited?
Oh, that's a tough one. Bearing in mind I haven't gotten past the Return to Sabaody arc yet, I'd have to say maybe Water 7? I remember when I first watched it absolutely loving the waterways and the lay-out of the city, and really, really wanting to ride a Yagara Bull. Still really want to, actually hehe
😏 - Favorite scene?
Didn't even have to think about this one. Enies Lobby, where the Straw Hats are lined up, standing before the iron forces of the Government, ready to protect and take back one of their own, and then, le moment suprême, Usopp shooting the flag, making the cross go up in flames, the Straw Hats declaring war on the World Government. Still gives me chills
🌧 - Saddest backstory?
Literally all these bastards have sad backstories that make me cry. But, I think I'd have to say Chopper. It was a close call between him and Robin, buuut upon reading the manga for the first time this year, I had the most tears in my eyes when it came to Chopper's backstory. Robin's is a very, very, very close second, though
😀 - Most favorite Straw Hat?
Luffy. I love his sunny disposition and his endless determination and the way he loves and lives. He chases his dreams with a persistence I envy, but never, ever forgets to have fun and live. He has a big heart for the things he cares about and I adore its intensity. There was a period in time where my mood would plumet or I'd just feel sad for no reason and I would then quickly get out my manga and stare at a picture of Luffy grinning and I'd feel better lmao
❓ - What unanswered questions do you have related to One Piece?
Where do the Straw Hats keep getting all their food. Luffy eats with the force of a starved army, how do they keep feeding him? This man will go through about a whole month's worth of food in a day, two max, and the crew doesn't see land most of the time. Where do they get all this food from? Especially back on the Merry! She's just a little caravel, where did they store this huge amount of ration!
👾 - Fave villain?
Blackbeard, simply because I absolutely hate him. I haven't seen much of him, but I think he'll be a very interesting villain. Of the villains I've seen the most of, I'd say Crocodile (also I love Bon-chan, but I don't think we can really classify him as a villain post (or even mid) Alabasta arc)
🃏 - Who has the Best Hat? (the true question)
(It really is) Obviously, Hat is the best hat in all of One Piece. Special shout-out to the hats who serve as accessories for Hat by being placed over it because Luffy doesn't want to take it off. After that is Ace's, it's the best bright orange monstrosity I've ever seen and packs a lot of personality. I also particularly like Sabo's because. It's a top hat. And it's got goggles. I don't know why but it just speaks to me
#thank you for the ask!!#it's long#I talk a lot#sorry lol#also for backstory I think Luffy's is sad but that might be my love for the asl brothers speaking#and also it's made more sad than it is because it comes right after ace's death#maybe there's more backstories and stuff that I thought were sadder but I forgot#lol#first getting this ask I was like oh no and all my thoughts about one piece went poof#happy I managed to scrape em back together enough haha#Blackbeard is the antithesis of Luffy and I think that's super interesting#his line of ''a man's dream will never die'' is great#and draws a line of similarity between him and luffy where before all this we've seen is disparity#the differences between them#so yeah I think it'll be very interesting to see more of him#cap talks#ask meme#one piece#op
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tagged by the amazing @muslim-flint to answer these 29 questions and then tag 20 blogs!! let’s do this :))
name/nickname : paloma, people will call me palo, palomita or hermy because of my username
gender : i’d usually say cis female but i’m also going though a massive gender crisis rn so i’m not sure anymore??
star sign : libra, i was born in october
height : 1m 65. I think thats like 5′4?
time : its four in the afternoon here
birthday : october the 3rd
fav band : idk queen? the beatles?
fav solo artist : not to be a basic bitch but probably billie eilish. or hozier.
song stuck in my head : out of touch by daryl hall & john oates
last movie : captain marvel
last show : it’s either loki or the x-files i’m not sure i watched both yesterday
when i created this blog : 2018
what i post : i mostly reblog. sometimes i share some of my bad takes on supernatural
last thing i googled : ‘how to know how old tumblr blog is’ lmao
other blogs : nope this is my only blog
do i get asks : once in a while yeah
following : 1300 :/
why i chose my URL : dude idk i just really liked hermione granger and wolves were my favorite animals when i was like 13 and joined social media for the first time and then i made friends on there that called me hermy so it just kinda stuck i like it
lucky number : 7
followers : around 600 i think
average hours of sleep : lmao like four maybe
instruments : a little piano
what am i wearing : black pants, glittery purple socks and a white and pink t-shirt and a flannel
dream job : writer
fav food : i really like empanadas de carne picante and pizza
nationality : i’m from argentina but i live in paris, i have argentinian, french and spanish nationalities
fav song : i really like bed of roses by bon jovi
last book i read : the handmaid’s tale
top 3 fictional universes id like to live in : harry potter, unfortunately, because my 8yo self read the books and decided to make them inot 99% of her personality. then probably spn, also unfortunately, i just. really wanna be a hunter. which i know i wouldn’t if i WAS a hunter but idk man it sounds cool and i’m a fool. and then ummm probably a ghibli movie but i can’t decide which one
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