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h2bakugou · 4 years ago

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Hewoo I saw requests were open and this really cute idea popped in my head can get a lot of fluff with Denki where he surprises his s/o on they're anniversary in front of the whole school

a/n: hiii!! ooo this is so cute omg, we stan denki. please i- i love him so much i cant

summary: with your one-year anniversary coming up soon, kaminari had every intention of making it big, he’d been dating you for a whole year! however, his plan may or may get a little out of his hands when he ends up confessing in front of nearly the whole school.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a camp rock line(i never watched high school musical sorry)

word count: 1.8k

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Kaminari had met you in secondary school, the year before you both got into U.A. It was coincidentally on a whim when your class collaborated with his on a debate project on some literature project.

You were paired together, four students from your class on a team with four from his class.

He was goofy, light-hearted, kind, and way too flirty for his age, but you ignored his cheesy pick-up lines until you won the debate.

He’d asked to exchange numbers at the very least since you’d become friends. And that friendship kindled over time, so much so, that you were both over the moon about applying to U.A. together.

And before you knew it, Kaminari was walking hand-in-hand with you home from the park, or from the grocery store, the two of you often hanging out together over break, excited to be making dinner one night, or happy to help out over at his house.

Needless to say, a few of those long summer nights when you spent time in the pool alone with him, you couldn’t help but let out how you really feel, the two of you eventually establishing something more than a friendship.

You headed to the entrance exams as a couple, and you were both too happy to speak when you saw one another in class the following week.

And now you sat in the Class 1-A dormitory common room, Kaminari’s body between your legs as you put up his hair, a face mask applied to both of your faces as you giggled and reminisced about your time together, your anniversary of being together for one year coming up soon.

“Remember the one time you had to go to the ER because of the shopping cart accident?” Kaminari brought up a rather embarrassing story.

“That poor old lady was petrified, she thought she’d killed me.” You and Kaminari had been goofing off in the grocery store parking lot, returning the cart to its drop-off when an old lady backed out into the cart you were standing on.

It tilted back and you saved yourself from landing face-first on the asphalt at the expense of your right arm. It hurt like a bitch and you had to wear a cast for about a month before your arm healed up enough to do much more.

“You were so worried.” You teased, braiding his yellow hair between your fingers. He lifted his head to look up at you, a pout on his lips.

“I thought you died too!” Kaminari cooed, pressing a kiss to your knee as he turned back around to let you continue playing with his hair.

“You’re an idiot.” Bakugou mumbled. Kirishima sat beside you, along with Sero, who also had face masks on. They begged to be included in the self-care session and were happily enjoying themselves listening to all your stories.

“So final jam’s coming up.” Kaminari blurted.

“What?!” You laughed, confused at his words.

“T-The final jam?” Kaminari turned back around to stare at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Are you referring to our anniversary as the final jam?” You glared at the yellow-blonde.

“I’m sorry! I had to.” Kaminari stood up and grabbed your hand, yanking you off of the couch.

“That’s right, you’ve been together for a while now huh?” Sero mentioned, glancing over at Bakugou who seemed to be interested in the idea of Kaminari holding a relationship longer than a week.

“One whole year.” Kaminari stared at you with adoration in his eyes, and you were worried if he stared any harder his eyes would pop out. Your face was hot at his words.

You felt all giddy and warm inside. You really did love Kaminari, and getting to this point felt so amazing, so refreshing.

“That’s awesome! Congrats!” Kirishima was quick to congratulate you both on the seemingly wild accomplishment.

Later during the night, after washing off the face mask and finishing up your routine, you walked back to your dorm with Kaminari.

“I really couldn’t be more excited for our anniversary.” Kaminari’s hands rested in yours as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I’m excited too. You gonna take me out on a big date?” You tease, hugging him.

“I’m broke!” Kaminari whines, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m kidding. I just wanna spend the day with you, playing video games and-”

“Cuddling.” Kaminari offers, his eyes sparkling.

“Cuddling.” You agree, leaning in, pressing your lips to his. It’s a short kiss, but it’s meaningful, and tender, and passionate. It holds just enough emotion to convey how warm you feel inside. It’s electrifying, pun intended.

“I love you, sweet dreams.” Kaminari whispers as you begin to open your dorm door. You smile and wave.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You reply, closing the door after he leaves.

That night you tuck yourself into bed, happier than usual. You’re almost too excited to even sleep. But eventually, your dreams call you and you’re drifting away before you can even realize it.

The day of your anniversary, you’re a giddy mess. Kaminari and you are practically in each other’s arms the entire morning, hoping that you aren’t being that annoying couple. You’re keeping the PDA down to simple hand-holding even though you’d much rather embrace him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe.

But you had classes. The mushy-gushy stuff could wait till later. When Aizawa couldn’t yell at you.

During the day, Kaminari and you both ended up surprising one another with little gifts, tiny trinkets just to show that you were thinking of each other. Kaminari of course bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, whereas you managed to snag a pretty rose for him and a new game for his console.

He was over the moon about the rose and claimed he was going to cherish it forever. It was so sweet.

That was until lunch rolled around.

“There the love birds are!” Mina cheered as you and Kaminari sat down at the table. Almost the entire class was aware of what was today, and a few peers congratulated you on being together for one year.

“Hush!” Your face burned with embarrassment as you nuzzled into Kaminari’s shoulder, swatting away at your pink-haired friend.

“You guys are so cute!” She teased, taking another bite of her lunch.

Lunch was abruptly interrupted when Kaminari said he had to go somewhere. You were a bit surprised by his exclamation but you said goodbye as he left.

“What’s with that?” You asked, a defeated sigh coming from your lips.

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s got another gift for you.” Mina nudged your side. You shook your head and covered your face.

“Please! I can’t take any more gifts from him, I just wanna spend quality time with him and do stupid lovey-dovey couple’s crap.” You groan.

Kaminari was racing toward the AV room where he had agreed to meet another student for something he had commissioned for you. It was a delicate glass frame with a picture of you and him embossed into it.

Of course by the time he arrived, he was running late. He blamed you for being so captivating, of course though, it wasn’t an issue that he was late, the student was there, happy as could be to have been commissioned for a project.

And the result was beautiful. It was truly wonderful, and Kaminari was almost in tears at how delicate and amazing it looked. Kaminari had already paid the student when he brought up the idea, and now he was finally here to get it.

It was wrapped in a beautiful box, carefully surrounded with bio-degradable filler to prevent it from breaking.

“Thank you so much for doing this, it’s so important to me.” Kaminari placed the box down on the table in the AV room, unaware that he’d set it down on the button that turned on the intercom for student news, etc.

Kaminari had set it down because he was afraid he’d drop it on a whim somehow.

“They’re just so important to me, I can’t explain it. They’re the one, ya know?” Kaminari’s voice rang throughout the intercom system.

Your ears perked up, your face begging to sear with heat.

“I think I’ve always loved (Y/n). When we met I could just feel the world stop and all I could see was them. And from there I knew, I wanted to spend every waking moment with them.” Kaminari was completely unaware that his words were now being heard throughout the entire school building.

“Oh my god.” Kirishima looked at you. Everyone that knew you, was staring at you. You couldn’t help but feel touched. You could feel your eyes swelling with tears, happy tears.

“I live to see them smile, and their laugh? It’s music to my ears. I’m so in love with them. I’d spend a million years of my life with them, today marks one.” Kaminari’s words were cut short by a teacher barging through the door. Quickly turning to see the commotion, Kaminari was confused when the teacher started yelling about using the intercom for personal reasons.

That’s when Kaminari’s eyes shot down to where he’d sat the box, and now noticed the blinking red light that confirmed the intercom was actively broadcasting.

Blush spread like fire across his face and ears, as he quickly grabbed the box and stormed back to the cafeteria where you were still eating lunch.

Barging in, you lifted your head, smiling like an idiot as he ran toward you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that I- It was true, all of it, but I didn’t mean to embarrass you or or-”

Your lips on his shut him up as your rested your hands on his shoulders, completely silencing him. His hands held onto the box in front of him, his lips moving together against yours.

A few cheers and ‘woos’ came from fellow students but you couldn’t hear them. You were completely capsulated by Kaminari and the electric love blossoming between the two of you.

Pulling away in a haze, all you could see was him.

“I love you so much.” You smiled.

Later, after a decent scolding from Aizawa and another teacher, you were let go and finally allowed to go to your dorm.

Placing the delicate glass picture up on your shelf you then pulled Kaminari onto your bed, nuzzling into his side.

“This is what I was waiting for.” Kaminari cuddled into you, wrapping around you like a sloth as you laid on his stomach doing the same.

“This is an average Tuesday for us.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I like my average Tuesdays with you, dummy.” Kaminari smiled, clicking on your tv to watch something as you cuddled.

The anniversary was a success. And who cared if nearly the whole school knew about how strongly you felt for one another. You were happy, Kaminari was happy, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.

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sweetdanibear · 4 years ago

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Valentine’s Day one shot myheroacademia Villains X gender neutral reader

Warnings: secondhand embarrassment, mentions of fire play, knife play, and some smut. Mention of alcohol

Request: Open🔓

Note: Y/n=your first name L/n=your Last name e/c= your eyecolor

Tomura Shigaraki

He doesn’t really understand why Valentine's day is so important, considering he never really celebrated holidays in general, so when you make such a big deal about it he’s really confused, and most likely overwhelmed.

This being your first Valentine’s day with Shiggy you wanted to make it special. You went out of your way to buy him his favorite snack, drink, and even a bouquet of flowers that remind you of him. Also just for the hell of it, a pair of your already worn panties/boxers, since he’s always trying to steal yours.

You wake him up with a nice breakfast in bed, since he doesn’t eat much in general. When he wakes up and sees the food, and you, he’s really thrown for a loop. He has no idea how to feel, he still has no idea what day it is either.

What the hell is wrong with them? Why are they giving me so many gifts today? He’s really trying to figure out why you’re giving him so many gifts today, and why you seem more affectionate than usual, but he just can’t seem to put his finger on it.

After a whole day of doing special little things for him, he still doesn’t know why the day was so special. Finally you give up, and just tell him.

“It’s valentine’s day Shiggy! I was just trying to do something special for you...But i’ve just weirded you out..” Your voice is soft and you’re not even sure how to react. You knew this would happen, and you can’t stay mad at him, he just isn’t used to this kind of thing. “It’s fine Shiggy, I love you, I just hope you enjoyed everything though..” You give him a soft smile, and gently kiss his cheek walking off.

Shigaraki thinks about what you say, and decides to go, and get you a little something. He takes Twice to the store with him to just help him out. Even though he really didn’t want to spend time with Twice. Shigaraki ends up buying a small box of chocolates, a little heart shaped balloon, and a single flower that Twice said you would like.

When getting back home he knocks on your door, of your shared bedroom, and enters without waiting for the aye okay to enter. He slowly looks up at you, and shyly hands you the gifts in hopes you’ll really like it. It may have been some quick little thing, but you’re the first person to ever show him any true love, and he really wants you to feel as special as you make him feel.

You happily accept his gifts. He kisses you with his chapped rough lips, telling you that he cares for you. Overwhelmed with joy you practically knock him over. He’s careful making sure to not rest all his fingers on you.

You two spend the rest of the night, eating junk food, and watching netflix, until eventually Shigaraki gives you the rest of his gift, which is a rather passionate night.

Dabi

He also has no idea what today is, and too be honest he could care less. To be honest it’s just another day to him. He honestly doesn’t even know what month it is, that’s how much he cares. But you clearly seem pretty excited about it.

This is basically closing in on your one year anniversary so it's your first valentine’s day together.

You barge into his room spooking him a bit, and show him the butterscotch chip heart shaped pancakes you made for him. Butterscotch chips being his lowkey favorite.

In a confused state he reluctantly takes the meal, and thanks you. He eats his food, and drinks the coffee you made him. When finishing everything, he hands it back to you. Looking into your excited eyes, with a complete state of confusion.

“Do you know what day it is?” You ask him with a more of a soft tone, so you don’t keep spooking him so much. Dabi gives you a confused look, and simply shrugs his shoulders responding with a serious. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.”

That honestly hurts your heart a bit but you definitely don’t let that stop you from giving him love. You hope maybe your gifts will spark something in him, to remind him what today is.

After spending all day showering him with gifts, and attention he starts to get irritated, and eventually lashes out at you. “What the hell are you doing!? Why are you giving me so many damn gifts! What do you want from me?” His flames start to emit from his body, and he watches you back up in fear.

You weren’t trying to upset him, you just wanted to show him how much you loved him. “I-I’m sorry...It’s just.. It’s Valentine’s Day! I’m sorry, I did go overboard..I hope you can forgive me..” You feel utterly embarrassed for thinking he’d like something like this. You start to gather up all the gifts you bought for him, throwing them into a bag and grabbing the receipt. You apologize once again, and leave the hideout to go return them.

Half way down the street, and he finally stops you. “Hey..Stop, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize it was Valentine’s Day..Thank you. Thank you for the gifts little flame..” Dabi hesitantly wraps his arms around your frame, giving you a tight hug. He brings you back to the hideout, and quickly comes up with an idea. Which is, doing whatever you wanna do.

For the rest of the night he put up with you, and did everything you wanted too. He played video games with you, some card games, baked, and even watched your favorite movie, which happens to be the movie he hates the most.

To end the night off in a way he’d enjoy it, you put on your sexy Valentine day outfit. You gave him head to start the night off right, then let him have complete control. After asking for consent because he had some pretty painful things in mind, he finally started. Burning his name into your ass, and on your chest, dragging a knife down your skin, and absolutely pounding you.

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice )

Jin has been counting the days for Valentine’s Day. He was so excited, the day dedicated to love, and he can spend it with you! He’s been planning this spectacular day for the both of you for a week or two.

Jin wakes you up, and tells you he has something planned for you in the kitchen of his apartment. He leads you to the kitchen, due to the lack of money it was nothing grand but he worked hard. He poured your favorite drink into a glass cup. The table had a nice white table cloth, pillows on the chairs, a single rose in a small vase in the middle of the table. He made eggs, bacon, and a side of toast. He also lit your favorite scented candle.

Jin is so proud of himself. Pulling the chair out for you, and gently kissing your lips. “They love it!” He says softly to himself but the other side immediately saying otherwise. “No they hate they hate it!!” You gently grab his face, and plant a loving kiss to his lips.

“I absolutely love it...I really appreciate this! This is spectacular! You did amazing!” You reassure him,that you love him, and everything he’s done for you.

Finally you two sit down, and enjoy the meal he’s made. You two talk all through breakfast, making jokes, holding hands, being all cheesy and cute.

After breakfast, you both get dressed in something a little nicer than normal. Jin puts on some nice jeans, a black polo with gray horizontal stripes, and even wears your favorite cologne. You two weren’t spending a whole lot of time outside but he wouldn’t want to look homeless next to your beauty.

He takes you to a nearby small rundown shop with movies inside that you can buy. You two enter, holding each other's hands tightly. Jin always stays as close as he can too you, a way to protect you, and being near you keeps him feeling safe.

You two look through the movies, and finally he decides on a comedy, and an action movie. You decide on a cheesy romance, and a romcom. You go over your decisions with each other, too make sure you both will like them. You guys have a small feud about one of your movies. You let out a soft sigh putting it back, but Jin does feel bad because you seemed so excited for it. He grabs the movie and pays for all of them.

On your way home you two stop a vending machine getting some drinks, and some snacks before continuing your walk home.

Jin holds your hand tight walking back to the run down apartment with you by his side like always. When arriving at the apartment, he goes into a random closet pulling out all the blankets, and extra pillows he’s gotten over the years.

“Okay y/n! Now lets build a fort! Then we can get our pajamas on, and make some nachos! Oh! Oh! Or maybe even popcorn!” Jin smiles happily, and was honestly genuinely over the moon to be spending so much time with you.

It takes about two hours or more just to build the fort, between Jin fighting with himself then with you, but in the end he apologizes for starting such a petty argument over where the pillows belong.

Finally everything is set up. You both made a bunch of snacks, your favorite drinks, got all snuggled into the fort, and started to watch your movie.

You two had a wonderful night. Filled with laughs, smiles, feeding each other food, doing that cheesy linked arm then helping each other drink. You guys had a tickle fight that ended up with him on top gazing into your beautiful e/c eyes.

You look up at Jin, and gaze back into his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you so much Jin…” Your soft, and sweet voice echoing through his ears.

“I love you so much too y/n…Happy Valentine’s Day baby(girl/boy).” Jin leaned down pressing his lips gently as he could against yours.

A perfect ending to a perfect day...

Mr.Compress (Atsuhiro Sako)

Sako has known about Valentine’s day since the beginning of February. He wasn’t particular over the moon for it, but he wasn’t not looking forward to it.

Sako had planned for a nice classy dinner date with you at a very expensive restaurant. He got you this beautiful red sexy dress/suit. He bought you whatever your heart desires as well.

You never bothered to question where he got the money, you just enjoyed being spoiled so much by him. You also always did feel rather guilty though.

You were currently in your shared bedroom, getting all pretty for your boyfriend, and your special dinner date. You touched up your hair then looked up hearing the door open.

“My love..Are you ready?” Sako curiously asked, standing in a pair of black dress pants, a red button up, with a black dress vest. “You look absolutely ravishing my dear…” Sako walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He gently placed his chin upon your shoulder, smiling into the mirror. He finally took off both his mask, and his signature hat, revealing his beautiful face.

You thought your boyfriend was the cutest human in the entire world. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes, dark colored hair, his soft skin. He was perfect in your eyes.

You nod happily in response before finally speaking. “I’m all ready! I’m really excited for dinner!” You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck, tangling your slender fingers in his soft hair. “I never said it, but thank you..Thank you for buying me all these beautiful gifts. Thank you for taking the time off to spend Valentine’s day with me.” Your eyes gaze into his leaning in. You press your lips softly against his, and smile sweetly. “Alright I’m ready to go now!”

When you make it outside there’s a slick black limo just sitting there. You want to think it’s for you but you don’t want to get your hopes up, OR make Sako feel bad for not being able to get a limo.

“Mr.Atsuhiro.” The elderly man bowed out of respect, and opened up the back door to an all red limo. Your eyes practically sparkle, and you have on the biggest smile. Looking up at Sako.

You’re so stunned you can barely think, or move, or even speak. You let Sako lead you into the limo, as he’s practically even helping you sit down, and get comfy.

Sako pours both of you a glass of strawberry champagne, and hands it over to you. “A special night for a special girl/guy.” He says in his usual charming voice. The both of you clinking glasses then sipping at your alcohol.

Once arriving at your destination you're the first one out of the limo. Fixing your hair, and outfit. Sako comes out with a proud cocky smirk, and adjusting his bow tie, then brushing back his hair. You two may have managed to get a bit frisky in the back seat of the limo. Just some heavy petting, and a heated make out session.

After collecting yourselves, the both of you enter the beautiful restaurant. A well dressed waiter leading you too your table. The inside was glistening with dim lit chandeliers, tables with beautiful red table cloth, white metal chairs with a white plush seat, and to top it all off. A non scented candle in the center of the table with a single red rose.

“Oh this place is absolutely beautiful Sako..” You carefully sit down in the chair that was kindly pulled out for you. You assist by pulling the chair in with you. “This looks really expensive how-” you were sadly cut off short by Sako’s slender finger placed against your full soft pink lips.

“How many times have I told you? Do NOT worry about money. As long as I’m around you’ll never have to pay for anything ever again.” Sako slightly narrowed his eyes to show how serious he really was. You couldn’t help it though, you were always worried about how much money he spent on you. He was a villain for christ sakes, and on top of that he was part of LOV, and you doubt they make good money. Especially enough to pay for the things Sako has purchased. If he is even buying these items, and not stealing them…

“Order whatever your heart desires.” Sako said in a soft voice, pulling you from your thoughts. You nod your head ordering your favorite wine. You then order whatever you find interesting for food.

While there Sako seemed a bit distant. He was quieter then normal, at least he held your hand the whole time. Every now, and then giving your hand a slight squeeze.

After dinner, you finally decide to ask what’s wrong. “Darling..What’s on your mind? You’re quiet...Are you not having a good time?” You ask curiously, and Sako just stares at you for a moment.

“Quite the opposite. I’m having a splendid time..I just have a question for you..” Sako stood from his spot, wiping his mouth with the red cloth napkin.

Sako approaches you, gently getting down on one knee. “I was just trying to figure out when the right time to ask you this was..” Sako reaches into his pocket pulling out a black velvet box. He cracks it open, and shows off a silver band. Attached to the silver band was a huge diamond in the shape of a heart with rubies lining the silver band. “Y/n l/n...Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs/Mr.Atsuhiro..?” Sako had a light in his eyes, a light you haven’t seen in quite some time.

Your heart nearly stops, you’re not even quite sure how to react. Your face held a baffled expression before you finally reacted. “Sako…” Your voice trailed. Sako could feel his heart sink, all eyes were on you two. Your anxiety spikes before finally you speak. “Sako..You idiot..You know I hate pda..” You whisper to him causing him to smile. “Is that a yes?” He asked curiously. “Yes..” You say softly before being overwhelmed with joy. “Of course Sako! Of course I’ll marry you!” You practically tackle him down. His arms wrap around your waist, and he squeezes you tight as everyone cheers for you two.

After getting a free dessert from the restaurant you two head on home. When arriving home he had another gift for you. Roses, and candles leading to your shared bedroom. When arriving at the bedroom he ravishes you right then, and there.

Sako held your hips tightly, as he shifted his cock, in, and out of you. His head resting next to yours, letting out heavy hot breaths against your neck. “F-Fuck~ I love you so much Mrs/Mr.Astushiro..~” Sako rammed himself deep inside you earning a loud moan to emit from your throat. “Oh god! I love you Mr.Astushiro!” You cry out, reaching your climax.

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autumnblogs · 4 years ago

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Day 1: A Young Man Stands In His Bedroom

I don't expect Day 1 to be too eventful, but I'm also pretty wordy.

https://homestuck.com/story/3

Homestuck has this sort of weird relationship with the idea of "Started just now, but always was that way" that I think probably is pretty important to the way it tackles cultural narratives overall. Growing up, cultural narratives have a huge effect on our day to day lives, but we're not really cognizant of them until they are right up in our faces. That's my thesis, by the way, or at least one of them. Homestuck is a story about stories. That's not the only thing that Homestuck is about, and it might not even be the most important thing it's about, but that is one of the things that it's about.

Or maybe I'm full of horseshit. Wouldn't be the first time. More after the break.

https://homestuck.com/story/4

I like Homestuck’s character intros. They’re cute. Instead of actually characterizing these characters much, they have a pretty strong tendency to sort of create the background radiation of the comic. Like, I don’t think that John and Karkat ever bully each other about the fact that they’re mutually bad at coding, which would be hilarious, but there are loads of weird programming gags in Homestuck that I think are a part of the universe because John is bad at programming as much as they’re there because Andrew was into Comp Sci at this time.

https://homestuck.com/story/6

The first of our funky gaming abstractions. Homestuck is a story about stories, and the kind of story that it’s often about (when it’s not about highly abstract cultural narratives) is the video game. Especially the point and click adventure game.

There are a lot of weird things about Homestuck’s story and themes only because it engages with video games the way it does. I’ll come back to that. As long as I’m writing, this, I might as well take a minute to say that I think this whole sequence of screwing around with puzzling and slightly irritating gaming abstractions loses a lot of people on an archival read. It lost me a couple of times before I was able to get past it and lose the next eight years of my life to Andrew Hussie. Nowadays though, there’s something endearing about it. I like watching John scramble around.

https://homestuck.com/story/12

I’ll never get tired of Dad Egbert. Is he the Platonic Ideal of Dadliness? Maybe. Dadliness, and more generally, Manliness, is a lens we can look at a lot of John’s character arc through. His room, as we’ll see in a few panels, is full of Manly dudes, and I think he cares a lot about being a manly guy - a romantic lead, a badass, maybe some day even a Dad himself. Maybe.

https://homestuck.com/story/16

This one is a new train of thought for me.

Back when this was written, I gather the comic was still being written pretty much entirely off of prompts, and I think it’s probably just part of Andrew’s playfully antagonistic writing style, at least in a Doylist sense. I wonder how much, though, retroactively, we can read the narrative’s general aggression toward John as being his own self-criticism? Sometimes the Narrative in Homestuck is Andrew Riffing. Sometimes it’s a character’s own internal monologue. Often, I think it’s probably both.

Maybe I’ll keep a tally of how often it happens.

https://homestuck.com/story/26

Our first sign of Dave. I think it’s funny how people glom onto some things and not others. Apple Juice has become practically Dave’s Trademark Favorite Food if you look at some peoples’ perception of the character. I don’t think people think nearly as much about how much of a surly jackass John is to his pals in early acts. He’s a little mean. Is it early installment weirdness? It certainly adds character to him.

Poor Dave. Maybe I’m reading too much into this. I probably am.

https://homestuck.com/story/42

These don’t really exist any more. GameBro is one of those things about Homestuck (like John remarking on Black Presidents) that really makes it a period piece. It is, as another commentator put it, aggressively contemporary. I remember drooling over gaming magazines when they were still in print but never really buying any due to a lack of allowance funds. My friends and I shared a moment of silence when Nintendo Power went out of print.

https://homestuck.com/story/63

Rose appears. This is a character I’ve got a love hate relationship. I think out of everyone in the comic, Rose is the one I’m the most like. We’ll come back to her later. Not a lot to say here except “A Weakness for Insufferable Pricks” is a collection of syllables I’ve always enjoyed. And that Rose knows her friend’s quirks well.

https://homestuck.com/story/78

The narration is, once again, weirdly aggressive to John. (Also the Peanut Gallery thing is a cunning bit of wordplay.)

https://homestuck.com/story/82

I like this page. It’s weird and eerie. If anybody has a good take on what it means, I’m all ears. (The other houses in John’s neighborhood have always made me wonder things like, what is John’s neighborhood like? Does he have any other friends? Any neighbors who are important to him? It never comes up, so I think the answer is probably no. What about School? Does he go? He never mentions any school chums. John is a pretty lonely kid.)

https://homestuck.com/story/90

Teenagers are little shits. I certainly was one, although my general shittiness didn’t flower until I was probably between 16 and 18 years old. I was at least well behaved before that. Anyway, I think your relationship with your parents can be adversarial at the best of times when you’re John’s age. That’s always been my interpretation of Strifes, but maybe there’s more to it. John’s is pretty mild. Some of the later ones, less so.

https://homestuck.com/story/103

The Narrative gets weirdly aggressive toward John again.

https://homestuck.com/story/109

Maybe I should watch some of these movies at some point so I can be in on the joke. I don’t think I’ve watched any of John’s favorite movies, actually.

https://homestuck.com/story/132

John and Rabbits are related to John in at least two ways - magicians pull rabbits out of hats, Nic Cage puts bunnies back into boxes. John’s a bit flighty like a rabbit too. Like the legendary lapine hero Elahraira, one of John’s main strategies as the Heir of Breath is avoidance - he runs away. There’s kind of a basic tension between that and the fact that, as a self-styled manly dude, John is also, at times, pretty confrontational.

https://homestuck.com/story/153

I’ve always had an interest in like, the specific way Homestuck characters talk - getting a feel for what words they use, what words they would probably never use. Rose goes for a plethora of multisyllabic words, and then occasionally peppers her pesterlogs with Buffy Speak and profanity.

https://homestuck.com/story/154

I think they’re elegant too, Rose.

https://homestuck.com/story/171

Of all the kids, Rose uses fuck more than any other profanity. Karkat uses it more than Rose does, but a higher percentage of Rose’s curse words are fuck compared to all the curse words she uses. Just a fun fact.

It’s perhaps no surprise that Rose is the only main character to definitively end up in a stable romantic relationship by the end of the main comic. Girl has fornication on her mind.

As long as I’m on the subject of romance and fornication, I’ve been looking for an opportunity to bring up the other theme I’m going to riff on in my exploration of Homestuck a lot - Reproduction. Shipping is a bit part of the Homestuck fandom, and not for no reason - all these kids have finding a mate on their mind, and the idea of each other as potential romantic partners is one of the very first things anybody brings up - it’s the first thing Dave talks about in his very second conversation with John.

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy pretty much any time John and Rose talk to each other? I am not a Grimdorks shipper, but I’ve always been of the opinion that John and Rose are closer with each other than they are with their other respective relationships. Besties.

https://homestuck.com/story/199

More narrative aggression for John.

https://homestuck.com/story/217

It is a matter of critical importance to me that Rose’s Room is messy and her bed is unmade. We learn quite a bit about the aesthetics Rose is going to bring to the story here, but my favorite is that Rose’s room is a fucking disaster.

Anyway, I think that’s about all from me tonight. I’m about an hour out from the end of my shift. I’m largely going to be doing these while I work, since I’ll be at my computer anyway, waiting for jobs to come my way.

This is Cam signing off, alive, and not alone.

#homestuck #liveblogging #commentary #giocities #tvtropes #personal stuff

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ryewi · 6 years ago

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Trip Down Our Memory Lane - pjm

Summary: As if compiling clips from different points of your friendship in a short video wasn’t a good enough rollercoaster of emotions, you decided that after leading the man of your dreams through nearly twenty years of footage, a confession seemed like a perfect way to end it.

Genre: Best friends to lovers!au , F L U F F

Words: 3k

Warnings: none!

Early A/N: The summary bloody sucks but I don’t even know how to summarize this,,, help

Planning and implementation of amazing and innovative surprises, were always considered as your specialties. Although your friend circle and family tree weren’t huge, you took that as a chance to put additional effort and work harder to make each surprise better than the last one. Whoever was blessed to get a present from you, would turn into a gasping and astonished mess in a matter of seconds. Sometimes, they were extremely emotional, causing a few tears to fall here and there, but usually, that kind was intended only for those who you’ve known for a long time.

Today marked the 13th of October, also known as one of the most important dates throughout the whole year. It was Jimin’s day, the day of your best friend of nearly two decades. The only problem was, Jimin knew you inside and out, knew how observant you were and was often next to you during creative times. That usually led to his surprisingly accurate predictions of gifts/surprises, which frequently caused trouble with planning Jimin’s own present without being found out.

This year, you decided to do something special and amongst two other beautifully wrapped boxes, prepared a twenty-minute video. Jimin mentioned a thousand times how your regular midnight birthday texts were his most favorite part of the day. Deciding that it was time to step up your game, you created a more powerful version of a birthday, recalling-the-history-of-our-friendship, message.

“Now, miss excuse me, who are you and what did you do to my best friend?” As if on que, Jimin carelessly walked through the door, knocking a long-forgotten act between the two of you. For a quick moment, you pondered what his statement was about, when Jimin decided to bring up the answer himself. Holding up his new iPhone, he let you read a painfully short dialogue of four sentences that were exchanged between him and a person nicknamed “no.1 hypewoman ✌”.

no.1 hypewoman ✌ - 09:42

⇢ Happy birthday! You free today?

You – 09:55

⇢ Hey, thanks, and uh, depends when

no.1 hypewoman ✌ - 09:57

⇢ 5pm? I’d like you to come over?

You – 10:06

⇢ Sure

Jimin was slightly taken aback to say at least, you acted distant the last few days, the last two texts that you sent were three days ago. Quick and short ‘good night xxx’ and ‘ew I’m never using x’s again’ delivered a few minutes before midnight. But it was okay, Jimin was an extremely considerate person, yet, he couldn’t help feeling slightly annoyed at the lack of communication on such a special date. Of course, you hadn’t forgotten, but such a vague message when all he was used to were paragraphs and paragraphs of adoration sent the moment the clock ticked twelve.

Surely, he could only be overreacting, but there was also a certain amount of interest lacking from your side. Or was there?

“Your best friend is right here, flesh and bones, Mr. Park” your hands ran over your body, as to emphasize the words and their effect. “Now I’d please you to move to the living room, I have something to show you”. You disappeared into your room, letting the boy seat himself on a white sofa, placed right before your television. Jimin’s eyes lit up at the indirect mention of a present, you actually had something for him, therefore your apparent lack of attentiveness was only an act. Gosh, of course that it was, you’re so naïve to your own deceiving Jimin.

Once you came back, and the USB was safely connected with the huge screen of your new TV, you switched a couple of channels, finally finding the one connected to the detachable object. Jimin’s eyes were firmly fixed on all the colors flashing before them as your fingers fumbled with black buttons on a small television remote. He wasn’t aware of what you were doing, nor what kind of present you had for him, but he let you be, nervously anticipating whatever was to come. Finally locating the video amongst thousands of others, you pressed play and watched as all shades faded away.

Suddenly, an extremely old picture of the two of you appeared, making you smile. Just like now, Jimin’s eyes were transforming into thin lines while laughing at the sight of your beautiful face and soft, tiny hands covered in mud. You were wearing a thin summer dress that was thoroughly covered in dirt, while Jimin seemed to be entirely clean, not even a drop of mud decorating the expanse of his fancy summer set.

“I’m pretty sure that the both of us wouldn’t be able to describe what was happening if it wasn’t for our mothers that would repeat it on every single family gathering”, your voice suddenly rang throughout the room, slightly scaring Jimin. He turned to face you, still unaware that the sound wasn’t live, it was pre-recorded and put in as a continuous part of this beautiful video. Motioning for him to avert his gaze back to the TV, you smiled, noticing that he was vaguely mouthing each and every word.

“This was nearly two decades ago, when we were little kids, as obviously shown on the picture. I used to have a special hiding place in one of the playgrounds in our city, that no one really bothered to explore, hence I took it as my own prized piece of land. Until you, Park Jimin, didn’t walk in through the bushes and began arguing that it was your own space. Frankly, our argument was a casual exchange of “I’m going to tell this to my mom!” and “I got here first!”, without any action actually taking place. That’s when I decided to sit down on the ground, refusing to move from my territory and completely ignoring the fact that my bottom was positioned deep inside a puddle of mud. I tried to scratch the itchy spot on my nose, which resulted in my face becoming a muddy canvas. You were such a snake and began laughing, loud enough to draw the attention of your mother that was apparently nearby and always carried a camera around. Shortened, this is our first picture and place in which we met”

Jimin’s wasn’t blinking, eyes wide open and fixed on to the disappearing pictures. You moved closer to hug him, watching as the screen faded away into pitch black, only to reveal the next part.

Once again, it was a video, although this time, you were nowhere to be seen, while Jimin was in full shot. It was a recording taken the night of your graduation. Being best friends for the longest time ever, both of you were obviously each other’s choice for prom. That night, Jimin looked like the most beautiful angel, which could be an ironic statement because of his fully black attire. Jimin wore a black button-up shirt that was neatly tucked in his black dress pants. Equally as dark, but shinier than the rest, Jimin’s shoes were polished to true perfection – you could swear it was possible to see one’s reflection in them. His hair was side parted and freshly dyed, an ashy-silver shade now covering his previously dark strands.

Through the beginning of the recording, it wasn’t possible to see the way you were dressed, but you could still remember being the most flattering female on the whole party. Your dress was perfect for your figure; a pitch black, floor length piece, lace decorating the top of it, while also creating thin, but long sleeves. The patterns on those sleeves were beautifully detailed roses, which were always one of your favorite flowers.

“Jimin”, your voice once again sounded through the speakers, “are you ready?”. The man had his back turned in your direction, slightly bending over and fixing something on his shirt. Upon not receiving an answer, you let yourself walk further in, peeking around to see what he was up to. Jimin noticed you approaching, and after realizing that he will need some help, decided to ask you for it (in the end really, who else was there to ask?).

“I need help with my tie” Jimin replied, turning around and audibly making you gasp. The sensitive microphone attached to the top of your DSLR, caught even the smallest of shallow breaths that left your lips. He looked like God and Devil combined. So pure, but so sinful at the same time.

Setting the camera on your bed-side table, you turned it around, still letting it record the small pre-prom interaction that was promised to have much meaning in the future. At least to show your kids how nice it was to have someone like Jimin in your life.

“You’ll never learn how to tie them, will you?” You asked, laughing while untying the tight knot Jimin somehow managed to create.

“Well then, I wouldn’t have the pleasure of you doing it for me, would I?” He bit back in a cocky manner, biting his lip and raising an eyebrow. Just in that moment, through the sudden glint of your eyes, when they found Jimin’s, it was possible to note the moment in which you fell into an abyss. The exact second when your brain connected the dots in a quick impulse, sounding an alarm that screamed danger obnoxiously loud.

Although red lights were going off before your eyes, demanding immediate action and distancing from the Devil himself, you smiled and with shaky hands, continued to tighten the material around Jimin’s neck.

And although it was supposed to be wrong, it didn’t feel like it.

You could swear that there was a thin layer of tears painting Jimin’s eyes, but to be honest, you were holding back from letting your own tears fall. Even though you were the one who hand-picked these clips and put them together, they always managed to bring back the feeling of nostalgia. That kind of emptiness that makes you miss every second from the past, that makes you realize how old you’re actually getting, how all those moments you’re looking back as memories now, were taken for granted.

You wanted to reach out and wipe his tears, to kiss his cheeks and tell him it’s not supposed to make him cry. You wanted to hold his small hand in yours, to trace calming circles and assure him that the video was only meant to be throwback material. But way too soon, the screen was fading to black and then fading in to another clip once again. A series of short videos that were taken through snapchat played one after another, showing different scenarios with random and “quirky” captions.

“He believed me this was an exotic and special cocktail, when it’s ketchup mixed with tequila,,, someone pick this drunk man up” The shot was shaky, your laughter barely audible in the background, muffled by exceptionally loud music. Jimin was drinking some thick red substance from a transparent plastic cup - how convenient for an after-prom party.

“One devastatingly sad and one extremely attractive skeleton” In this one, Jimin was leaning on your shoulder, smiling into the camera as both of you showed off the messy but special Halloween makeup. Honestly, being so last-minute, Jimin had to come up with a very original “couple” costume, aka usual skeleton makeup and black attire that was spray painted in shapes of bones (more like stick figures). Somehow, your best friend managed to wear your own artistic creature way better than expected, while on the other side, he kind of failed paying you back. You had a lot of fun, that’s what mattered the most.

“She helped an elderly woman pass the street, then came running back and asked “will God accept me now?”” Jimin was holding you so tight and recording from a weird upper angle (that somehow worked out for his handsome face), while you were laughing quietly, face buried into his chest, enjoying the fluffy fabric of his hoodie.

“Someone audition him up, because this man is such a pussy” The recording angle was once again, strange, your body comfortably positioned on the sofa, while holding your small device way too low. Jimin was playing Just dance 2017, chasing the unobtainable megastar in Scream & Shout. Although every time, Jimin rocked your ass, you still challenged him often. Being competitive didn’t help neither of you in this situation.

Many more videos rolled in quick, reaching the last one relatively fast. Now, the doubts about it arose again, anxiety bubbling up and second thoughts pilling inside of your mind. It seemed like a great idea a few days ago, but is it really?

The video didn’t have any caption, plus whatever was on the screen was barely visible. It was 2am, if to believe the analog clock that was caught in the shot for a short moment. Obviously, it was from your point of view, and soon enough it was clear why. Jimin was snuggling close to you, under the covers, hugging your waist tight, eyes closed. Just then, as if reserved, slight peek of the moon through thick clouds allowed its shine to light up a small portion of your room. Jimin’s hair was all over the place, cheeks puffy while nose red. It was the night of his extremely hard breakup. He remembered now.

“She might’ve not loved you, but believe me, my angelic boy, I always will” you whispered quietly, turning around and kissing his forehead; taking a second to stare at such a divine prescience next to you. Gosh, you loved him with your everything.

“And whenever someone crushes your heart, mine will always be there to mend it”

At that line, Jimin’s tears fell, quiet and unnoticeable, for some unidentified reason. Was it because of the flashbacks to the most heartbreaking moment of his life? Was it because he knew your love was platonic, and that whatever was about to happen will only hurt you? You couldn’t tell and the suspension was holding your heart in a choking hold. It was only a good idea to let him know you’ll always be there, always next to him if needed, but also how much you cared while doing so. On the other hand, it wasn’t a good idea to confess if all that you’ll get in return are empty words of pitiful comfort.

Yet, Jimin’s hand found yours and without any hesitation, held it tight. Then, he turned around, locking his teary eyes with your lost ones, letting the clip, and with it the whole presentation end. He bit his lip, uncertain which words to use in his expressions, hell, he was even uncertain about his feelings right now.

“Why?” He asked, scared that one wrong word could ruin everything, when he really didn’t want to. “Why me? I’m not someone you deserve, I-”

That was your yellow light, the one that you’ll rush through before it turned red.

“I got so used to having you next to me, it just felt so right to not want anyone else but you”, starting, your words began to jump over each other, creating the slightest bit of trouble for your tongue that tried to emphasize each of them perfectly. His eyes, although glassy, provided so much comfort, even in crucial or important happenings like this; they once again served as a remind as to why your heart beats only for him.

“Holding your hand is an extremely familiar feeling that’s always somehow new each time it happens” shrugging with your shoulders, you smiled, motioning towards his hand. “Much like now, your hand has been in mine hundreds of times, but has it ever been like this? No”. Jimin smiled, tightening his hold and nodding along. That actions once again gave you a slight rush of confidence, the previously yellow, now green on the next street light.

“I’ve always thought that you were the best thing that has ever happened to me, you know? It’s a really cliché thing to say, but where would I be if I hadn’t met you?” Truly, this was a serious statement, there were so many things that have happened in your life in which you just felt so, lost. Lost and afraid. Yet, Jimin was there, to redirect you to the right path and always bring up the “you’re not alone” mindset. “Who knows when I would’ve given up trying to stand up, if you weren’t there to pick me up and remind me it’s okay to fall, that bruises will heal?”

“For all these years, I was nothing else but content with being in love with you”, you stated, immense amount of courage washing over your body in a matter of moments. With the way Jimin attentively listened to every vowel and consonant that rolled off your tongue, you chose to pick words carefully, taking time to find perfect terms for description.

“I fell in love with the special way you sing when you think no one is listening, or the foolish way you drag vowels when we sing together. How your eyes turn into thin lines while truthfully laughing, or how you take into account every little detail before creating an opinion of something. How considerate and understanding you are, wanting to hear everyone’s thoughts before making a decision. Your 6th sense of identifying what’s wrong in a of a quick snap of fingers. Gosh I-”

There were so many little, but also big things that made Jimin this whole lovable and divine creature. And really, you were about to continue on for days, only if the speech wasn’t rudely interrupted by -

Jimin’s lips on yours.

“As much as I’d like to hear more of my great qualities, kissing you seems so much more attractive to me”

“Yeah? But I was spilling my heart out to you and you interrupted me, that’s rude-”

“But you love this rude boy”

“Yeah I do”

“That’s cute”

“Say it back you coward”

“I love you, I always have and I always will”

AN: So I was supposed to release this for Jimins birthday but wasn’t satisfied with it so I edited it and released it today (way too late fk),,,,,, anyway I had something else in preparation but that kind of flopped so,,,, we aint releasing that lol,,, see you guys next time, ily!

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introverted-and-unhinged · 7 years ago

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Whiskey - Sweet Pea x Reader

Based on the song “Marry Me” by Thomas Rhett

Summary: Y/n is best friends with Jughead, Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea, but when she gets her first real boyfriend and starts imagining everything they could be, Sweet Pea starts to get jealous.

A/N: If you guys like this, I’ll write a pt. 2 based on the music video where the girl leaves her wedding to find the one she “doesn’t want to marry”

Word count: 2174

She wants to get married

She wants it perfect

She wants her grandaddy

preachin’ the service

She wants magnolias

out in the country

Not too many people

Save her daddy some money

“He’s amazing guys, really,” y/n said with a big grin as she looked at each of her friends in the dimly lit bar.

“I can’t wait to meet him!” Toni squealed, hugging her.

Fangs, Jughead and Sweet Pea nodded as they watched the two girls giggle and gush. The more the talked about y/n’s new boyfriend, the more agitated Sweet Pea began to look.

“We like all the same things, the same music, food, TV shows, everything! And he’s so sweet! He even brought me flowers on our last date,” y/n said with a sigh.

“Magnolias?” Sweet Pea interjected.

Y/n turned to look at him with a shocked expression.

“No, roses. Why?” she asked.

“Well, at least he tried,” Sweets said with a smirk.

“Oh, don’t give him such a hard time before you meet him, Sweets,” she replied. “He can’t know everything right away. We’ve only been dating for two months, and you’ve known me my whole life. Of course you guys know what my favorite flower is!”

“I had no idea,” Jughead mumbled as Toni and y/n went right back to talking about yn’s last date.

“Neither did I,” said Fangs, looking at Sweet Pea with his eyebrows raised.

“What? Like she said, I’ve known her forever,” Sweets shrugged.

Jughead and Fangs exhanged a look as if to say ‘sure, bud, whatever you say.’ All three of their heads snapped back toward the girls when they heard y/n mention the L word.

“I know it’s early and everything is new, but I really think I could marry this boy, T. Nothing too big and fancy and not too expensive. Just something small would be perfect.”

Oh, she got it all planned out

Yeah, I can see it all right now

I’ll wear my black suit, black tie

hide out in the back

I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey

straight out the flask

I’ll try to make it through without cryin’

So nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

But she don’t wanna marry me

Sweet Pea got up from his seat at the table abruptly, bringing Toni’s and Y/n’s attention to himself and the other two boys that were staring at y/n with open mouths. Jughead and Fangs turned their heads to Sweets, who was standing up with his hands pressed fimly to the table, rocking it ever so slightly toward them. Sweet Pea let go, the table sliding back into its regular position, and backed up.

“I just remembered I have some stuff to take care of,” Sweets said before quickly turning around and bolting for the door.

His heart was pounding and his cheeks felt hot, but he wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into him. He’d never felt more awkward in any situation than he had just then listening to y/n tell Toni she wanted to marry some guy she hardly knew.

Inside, Fangs shot Jughead a confused and concerned look, his eyes schrunching together. Jughead simply nodded as a signal that they should both go after their friend, but by the time they made it out to the parking lot, Sweet Pea was peeling out in his truck, headed in the direction of Sweetwater River.

“You think we should go after him?” Fangs asked.

“I think it’s better if we just let him work through this on his own,” Jughead replied. “I’m not even sure he knows anything more about what’s going on with him than we do.”

“You don’t think he-” Fangs paused to look over at Jughead and shrug, “you know?”

“I don’t even know, man,” Jughead replied before turning around and going back inside, where he and Fangs made a b-line for the pool tables as far away form the girls as possible.

I remember the night when

I almost kissed her

Yeah, I kinda freaked out

We’d been friends for forever

And I always wondered

if she felt the same way

When I got the invite,

I knew it was too late

Sweet Pea sat in the bed of his truck looking out at Sweetwater River and cucking rocks into the moonlit water. He flipped a particularly smooth rock around in his fingers and sighed. How could he have been so oblivious to his own feelings?

“I really think I could marry this boy.” He heard her say it over and over in his head. As he stared at the rock in his hand, he pictured her in that flowy, strapless blue top and destoryed blue jean shorts she loved to wear during the summer.

He thought about how pretty she looked in the fire light out in these very woods by Sweetwater River the last time the serpents had all gathered there for a night of drinking and s’mores. He thought about how hot his cheeks had been as he sat next to her in front of the fire while she pouted in an effort to convince him to go get her another one of those fruity wine coolers she loved so much.

“Please, Sweet Pea,” she had said drawing out her words. “Just one more?”

“I don’t think so, darling,” he replied, putting his arm around her to steady her and keep her from falling off the log they had been sitting on. “You’ve had enough to drink tonight.”

She giggled as she leant into him, only inches away form his face, and pouted. She had been too busy pestering him for another drink to notice how his gave was flickering from her eyes to her lips. Just as he had gotten close to having the courage to close the distance, they had heard Fangs stumbling out of the woods behind them. Y/n had taken his momentary distraction with keeping Fangs from falling into the fire as her chance to escape and get another drink.

If only he had ignored his dumb, drunk friend. Now it was too late.

And I know

Her daddy’s been dreading this day

Oh, but he don’t know

he ain’t the only one

giving her away

Somehow Sweet Pea had managed to keep his mouth shut and act like a normal human being around y/n for the past three months. It was especially noteworthy that he hadn’t made a fool of himself the first time that y/n brought her boyfriend to Pop’s to meet everyone. Though it did help that Fangs’ and Jughead would shoot him a look if hs facial expressions or body language started to give him away.

He finally had to let Toni in on his little secret after y/n and her boyfriend had left that night, but he only did so after Toni had given Fangs a nice, long lecture about kicking her under the table.

“I’m sorry, T,” he said with his hands up in the air. “I was aiming for Sweet Pea, but I couldn’t exactly see under the table.”

“Why the hell would you be kicking Sweet Pea?” she shouted.

Fangs went silent and stared at Sweet Pea and Jughead who were sitting on the curb outside the restaurant tossing pebbles across the parking lot. Sweets looked up at Toni with droppy eyes and rubbed his forehead.

“He was trying to help me not look like I wanted to leap across the table and strangle y/n’s boyfriend,” Sweet Pea said with a sigh.

“You have a problem with y/n’s boyfriend?” Toni asked sitting down next to Sweet Pea, “What did he do?”

Sweet Pea groaned as he threw his head back, lowering it again to see that all three of his friends were tarign at him. Jughead even had a little smirk playing accross his lips, anf Fangs looked like he was about to burst if Sweet Pea didn’t speak up soon.

“He didn’t do anything,” Sweets said. ��Well, he didn’t do anything other than date y/n.”

Toni let out a little gasp at his admission. “So that’s why you took her dad’s side when he said he wasn’t sure she should keep seeing him.”

Sweet Pea nodded, tossing some more pebbles into the parking lot. “He wasn’t the only one giving her up.”

I’ll wear my black suit, black tie

hide out in the back

I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey

straight out the flask

I’ll try to make it through without cryin’

So nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

But she don’t wanna marry me

Y/n and her boyfriend were over by the pool tables playing a game with FP as Sweet Pea leaned up against the bar and tried to be subtle about the fact that he was watching them.

“Here. You look like you need this,” Toni said from behind the bar placing a shot of whiskey next to Sweet Pea’s elbow.

He turned his attention away from y/n and downed the shot, slamming teh glass back on the bar. Toni looked at him with one eyebrow raised, testign the water to see if he wanted to speak.

“Double,” Sweet Pea said taking a seat at the bar and completely turning his back to y/n and everyone else in the bar.

Fangs came up behind Sweet Pea as he was knocking back his third shot. he placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave him a small smile. “That kind of night, huh?”

“It’s the third night in a row that he’s been her, man,” Sweet Pea said while sliding one of the empty shot glasses around on the wet and sticky bar top.

“I know,” Fangs replied, “but you’re doing so much better. I barely even have to kick you under the table anymore.”

Sweet Pea knew Fangs was just trying to lighten the mood, but what his friend didn’t realize was that his change in behavior wasn’t a sign of his getting over y/n. It was just a sign that he was starting to give up.

“I guess I finally realized that she doesn’t want me,” Sweet Pea said before getting up from his bar stool and heading for the door.

Yeah, she’s got on her dress now

Welcoming the guests now

I could try to find her

get it off of my chest now

But I ain’t gonna mess it up

So I wish her the best now

“I really think you should just tell her, Sweets,” Fangs said as he paced back and forth in Sweet Pea’s living room. “She’s starting to wonder why you don’t hang out with us anymore, why you’re never at the Wyrm anymore. She thinks she did something wrong, man.”

“Then tell her she didn’t do anything. Tell her I’m sick or something,” Sweet Pea replied.

“For three weeks? Tell her you’ve been sick for three weeks when you’ve been at school completely fine for three weeks?” Fangs questioned.

“I don’t know. Just say something! Anything!” Sweet Pea shouted as he got up off his couch and retreated to his bedroom, slamming the door.

Fangs ran a hand through his hair and turned around. As he came out the door, he locked eyes with Toni and shook his head. Her smile fell, and she shrugged. They had been taking turns trying to get Sweet Pea to say or do something for almost two weeks now. All Sweet Pea would ever say was that he wasn’t going to ruin things for y/n by telling her how he felt.

About half-way through week five of Sweet Pea being stubborn as hell, Toni came bursting through his front door. She was huffing and puffing as if she had just ran all the way to the trailer parkf rom Riverdale High. Sweet Pea muted his TV and looked over at Toni as she spoke in between deep breaths.

“I just...learned that...y/n’s boyfriend...is going to...propose,” She said.

Sweet Pea froze, letting the remote in his hand fall to the floor. “What?” he asked.

“Apparently he told Reggie, who told Archie, who told Veronica, who told Betty, who told Jughead, who told me and Fangs just now at the Wrym.”

Sweet Pea looked at Toni with a blank stare. He couldn’t tell if there were a million thoughts rushing through his head or none at all.

“You have to do something about this,” Toni pleaded.

“Why should I?” Sweet Pea asked. “It’s not like she wants to be with me anyway.”

Toni shook her head. “Listen,” she said, “You have to tell her how you feel. I love y/n, but she absolutely cannot marry this boy.”

“Why not?”

“Because he doesn’t love her as much as you do!" Toni shouted.

“That doesn’t matter now,” Sweet Pea replied.

I’ll wear my black suit, black tie

hide out in the back

I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey

straight out the flask

I’ll try to make it through without cryin’

So nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

Yeah, she gonna get married

But she ain’t gonna marry me

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sparkswift · 5 years ago

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My Lover analysis

Disclaimer: some of these ideas were found on tumblr and all opinions are mine only. <3 Also hopfully this is coherent enough :) Overall: Lover is in every way about love. It sounds like new love, like being in love, being scared to love, being scared to lose it, and being secure in it. @taylorswift is looking at the world through rose-colored glasses and singing with the same storytellings, and symbolism we have come to know and love. This album shows a woman who found a love that is real and chose to step into the daylight and let everything else go.

Lover Analysis By Krishna C

I Forgot That You Existed: This song is the perfect way to start this "next chapter." This song is an upbeat bop! Taylor uses smart and witty lyrics like "it isn't love; it isn't hate; it's just indifference." This song closes the book on the persona from reputation and opens to the literal next chapter of her life. We stan.

Cruel Summer: This track was written with Jack Anttinof and St. Vincent, and you can hear both of them in this. The music is very indicative of summer. This is the first mention of the color blue, the relevance of which will be discussed further in later tracks. The growl when she sings "He looks up grinning like a devil" is * chef's kiss* perfect.

Lover: Listening to this song again after hearing the rest of the album it becomes obvious why it was chosen as the title track. This song is what I imagine it sounds like to be completely and unconditionally in love, in a way that it seems like a part 2 to "Call It What You Want." To me, this song sounds like sitting in front of a fire with the person you love, wrapped up in a blanket while a record player plays in the background. It sounds like dancing in front of that fire with your lover wearing a sheet as a wedding dress. The anxiety from songs like "Out of The Woods" disappears.

The Man: I will never shut up about this song. Taylor addresses sexism head-on through the lens of her own life. It is imperative to note this song is not Taylor saying she wishes she were a man. Taylor explores the idea that if she were a man and lived her life, in the same way, she wouldn't be scrutinized and criticized like she is now as a woman; she would be praised for it. I walk with 113% more confidence when listening to this song. Highly recommend.

The Archer: The lyrics on this album are some of her strongest yet, and this song solidifies that. The song, which has a backing that sounds like an arrow being shot through the air, is simple enough that the lyrics are the main focus and quiet enough that you can hear the fear and doubt in her voice. The invisible smoke is indicative of having fears that stop your breathing, but that no one else sees. Also, the line that references all of her heroes dying all alone is a slight nod to "The Lucky One" (2012). The initial fear subsides at the end, where she declares that she is ready to fight for her love even if it kills her. The song ends with a numb sound that is not unlike the sound a bow and arrow make when the arrow is finally shot.

I Think He Knows: This song builds seamlessly. You can hear the initial fear in telling the other person how you feel but then realizing that you don't have to say anything because they already know and feel the same way. As the song builds confidence in the feelings do too.

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince: This song is haunting and sounds like being chased down an empty school hallway. A lot to unpack here, since she has spoken about it. Taylor has spoken of the political undertones of this song and the metaphor of a school football game as a form of patriotism. She has said this song came out of the feeling of everything falling apart in her life and with the country in 2016. In that year, she says, she became more critical of blind patriotism like the practice of Friday Night Lights. The symbolism of the football game and school be seen through many of the lyrics, notably "waving homecoming queens" and "I saw the scoreboard" and the cheerleader chants in the background. She also alludes to "Blank Space" (2014) in a lyric where she says she is "running through rose thorns" (see "Rose garden filled with thorns"). There is, of course, also a reference or two to the color blue in this song, but we can unpack that later on. In this song, she is also going with the idea of her being "an American queen," as we saw her in reputation (2017). Taylor has said this song is about finding someone who is able to escape all of the noise and run away with you until the chaos subsides. This song radiates Lana del Rey vibes but in a way that it is still completely a Taylor Swift song.

Paper Rings: This song is very recorded player 1950s but also very punk rock. It sounds like she is singing into an old microphone, and the effect is fantastic. It is upbeat and her way of saying 'I'd marry you in a heartbeat and I don't need money or fancy things (the fancy things could be a nod to "King of My Heart") to do it.' Again she mentions the color blue in regards to painting her lover's brother's wall blue. The significance of blue can be seen in the reputation magazine pictures of Taylor painting said wall and also in the lyric from "Dancing With Our Hands Tied" (2017) in which she says she was "deep blue, but you painted me golden" (golden sparkles are seen in another picture being painted over the blue wall).

Cornelia Street: This is, by far, my favorite song. Taylor really returns to her storytellings roots with this song, something she has done beautifully since 2006. It tells the story of a love all in reference to the sacred street on which their love story was born. Taylor tells the story of a fight where she left the street and was headed for "the tunnel" (likely Lincoln tunnel), but then he stopped playing games and told her how he felt about her, so she turned around and then they made new memories on the street together. Their love almost ended, but then flourished on Cornelia street (Cornelia is also a flower that can be seen in the background of many of her recent performances as yet another easter egg). In the song, she is telling the story of their love and saying that if the story ever ended, she could never walk that street again because now she associates it with him and their love. You can hear the sadness when she says she could never walk Cornelia Street again towards the end of the song where she takes a breath. THIS IS NOT A SONG IT IS A STORY. TAYLOR HAS HER REAL LIFE LOVE STORY.

Death By A Thousand Cuts: This song does, in fact, cut a bitch up. It is a sad bop in which the instruments in the backing sound like mini jabs or a chandelier that is flickering. Taylor has said this song was inspired by the movie Something Great (2019) and the idea that sometimes a relationship ends not because you want it to or because you fell out of love but because you grew apart and then couldn't continue together. She "boards up the windows," an allusion to "Call It What You Want," of this love even when the lights in the house are still flickering and the love is still there. Its a breakup song for when you wake up at night being happy for the time you had with someone but sad that it had to end, because it hurts like a thousand cuts that will never heal, to end something that isn't and may never be over.

London Boy: This is a quick mood change. In this song, Taylor again makes a slight reference to patriotism. She samples audio from her co-stars from the upcoming cinematic adaptation of Cats (2019), James Cordon and Idris Elba. This song is so cleary about her boyfriend who is, obviously, from London. She says she can love where she is but her heart lies in London with her boyfriend. This song also makes reference to his accent which is a slight nod to "Gorgeous" (2017) in which she made fun of his accent. She also name-drops, designer Stella McCartney, which as we all know led to their clothing collaboration.

Soon You'll Get Better: In this song the Dixie Chicks easter egg from the ME! Music video finally hatches with a collaboration. This song is a vulnerable glimpse into Taylor's mother's battle with cancer. It sounds like a cold, empty hospital hallway that gets filled with love when certain people enter it, but it also sounds hopeless. Taylor lists a number of things she has done in an attempt to make this part of her life happier, none of which have worked. Nothing could work unless her mother gets better because her mother means everything to her and has moved mountains for her. Now Taylor is doing what she can to move the mountains for her mom. The depth of her hopelessness is exemplified in the line where she confesses that she prays now because "desperate people find faith." Taylor herself was raised Catholic but has seemed to grow away from that, but now she needs that faith because it means some sort of hope is out there.

False God: The sounds from the horns really make this song. It also somehow reminds me of Halsey's music in that it feels very mysterious, and almost like you are listening to a hallucination. "False God" clearly draws yet another connection to religion, which is something she has also done in past albums with songs such as "Don't Blame Me" (2017). Again she makes reference to New York City, a city which she fell in love with when she moved there around 2014 and wrote: "Welcome to New York" (2014). In this song, she compares herself to the city, perhaps in the way that Taylor and her love are like the city in that they are "ever-changing" (2014). To me, this song sounds like sounds like driving down a dark road with a cross attached to the rearview mirror and your hand in your lover's hand as you drive without knowing what will come next on the road. This metaphorical car is being driven by "blind faith" because the two people are so in love, they will continue to move forward together ready for whatever is to come. It's what could have happened if the guy from "All You Had To Do Was Stay" (2014) had, in fact, stayed on the road with her instead of running them off of it. In this song, her significant other is not worried about what's going on with things that are outside of their control, and they continue together because they have faith in their love.

You Need To Calm Down: This upbeat bop feels like an extension of "Shake It Off" (2014), but this time it is more inclusive and with political undertones that voice support for the LGBTQA+ community especially (see music video as well). In this song, Taylor addresses the different types of hate that various groups of people (in various communities) may face in their lives and encourages people to "calm down" and not waste their breath with hateful words and useless comparisons.

Afterglow: Yet again, this song contains a reference to the color blue, which her significant other once revealed in an interview is his favorite color. Blue is significant in that it represents him, and she seems to have associated the color with him. In the past, Taylor has used colors to represent emotions (see "Red" 2012), and blue is usually associated with sadness and loneliness. This song is her taking ownership of having caused a fight, but telling him not to leave because of the fight. Taylor is asking her lover to meet her at the happy ending to come after the light, which takes place in an "Afterglow." This song seems to be yet another nod to religion in speaking about a glow that is not unlike that associated with heaven. There is a possible reference to "...Ready For It" (2017) in a lyric about an island (recall the lyric referring to "island breeze"). The bigger symbol in this song is light, which Taylor has been known to use in past albums to show different emotions. The lyric "burned it down" is not only her taking ownership of the fight, but is another use of symbolism and imagery of a fire (seen in other songs such as "Begin Again" 2012 and "Call It What You Want" 2017). This song could be connected to the idea that she wants this fire (in this case is the fight) to burn out, and when a fire is burnt out it, the embers still glow, as she hopes their love will still glow when this fight has ended.

ME!: A self-love anthem this song celebrates individuality and embodies the bright aesthetic of this album. It also makes her feelings about herself and her lover clear, especially after the dark persona she created for reputation (2017). In the music video for this song, she walks out of the invisible smoke that was present in "The Archer." This song screams: 'Yeah I might have insecurities, but I'm an individual, and you are too, and we can love each other for who we are.' A very feel-good song.

It's Nice To Have A Friend: In my opinion, this is the weaker song on the album, but still not a song that I would ever skip. Also important to note that the backing vocals of this song are a school choir from Toronto and all of the profits from the song go to them (found this info on tumblr). This song sounds like drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. It is from a school kid's perspective, to represent the child in both people in the relationship. At first and at the beginning of the song there are games, and the signs about how the two people feel about one another are not clear (see lyrics involving sidewalk and snow, note and video game). Then it becomes clear that they both want to be together, and they start to bring out the child in one another. They are more than lovers they are best friends, and all other doubts from earlier have melted away, like the snow on the sidewalks.

Daylight: The perfect end to this album of love where Taylor's easter egg from her Elle article hatches as she encourages us all to "step into the daylight and let it go." Taylor herself had to let go after the darker days that resulted in reputation (2017) in order to find the light in her life again (she has said this in an interview). Her last album felt more like a night album, but Lover and the bright and light aesthetic that comes along with it makes it very much a day album. She references the smoke from "The Archer" saying that she "in clearing the air" she "breathed in the smoke." This song sounds like fresh air in a glowy bed of flowers. Taylor is moving on to brighter and happier things, and this song is the perfect way to show it. Along with this light, is the fact that Taylor once believed love was simple like black and white but in this song we see that now she sees love "in screaming color" ("Out of The Woods"). The color that screams love in this song is gold (see lyrics), as stated before there is a picture of Taylor painting her boyfriend's brother's wall blue in the reputation magazine, the picture that follows shows Taylor painting a patch of gold paint over the blue (see "Dancing With Our Hands Tied" lyrics). The color gold is often associated with magic, light, and happiness and it is clear that this is the purpose of the color in the song as well (see lyrics "golden like daylight"). She also compares herself to her beloved New York City yet again, this time it is in reference to sneaking around the city like she was sneaking around in "Delicate" when the relationship was new. Taylor acknowledges that she has made mistakes, but now it's time to step into the daylight and keep walking and it can be assumed that she intends to walk hand and hand with her lover. The audio at the end of the song sounds like a voicemail you would listen to if you want to remember someone fondly. It sounds like a faded memory with colors that are still vivid and bright. It sounds like hope. The album ends with the word love, and that says it all.

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rhiezus · 5 years ago

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Reputation As Our Ships

Ready For It?

For starters, this album takes a heavy road into Julie and Valak’s relationship that came out of the blue between us one night, exactly like they are. However, I had to admit the first time I was listening to this song I thought about Zeev and Eleanor, but well, I might just have been crazy or a little right, who knows? Anyways is totally Julie and Valak, even the music video, there is something about the song... The strong bass and stuff, it’s uGH tHEm!

“ I, I, I see how this is gon' go Touch me and you'll never be alone I-Island breeze and lights down low No one has to know [...]”

The “no one has to know” part. Also this description from genius: “Touch me, and you’ll never be alone” might be in reference to the trappings of Taylor’s fame; the paparazzi follow her everywhere, so they would inevitably follow her boyfriend, too. Talk about dispatch, am I right?

“In the middle of the night, in my dreams You should see the things we do, baby In the middle of the night in my dreams I know I'm gonna be with you, so I take my time”

I love how genius mention that she talks about sex for the most part of this song, which recalls the fact that Julie and Valak relationship was built through her losing her virginity with him. The part when she sings “let the games begin”, it was like Julie knew it was a whole puzzle but she did it anyway because she was looking for an excuse not expecting that Valak would become much more than it one day. Also, the “i know im gonna be with you, so i take my time”, is truly the feeling which leads them to get marry, they just knew they would be together, so why waste time?

End Game

Who we kidding? We all know this is Linlin and Mingyu, again it has something to do with the vibe of the song too. Like there is she singing and then a bunch of rappers... UgH! Please ONG concerts give a collab May-b rapping line feat Xiulin with this song so I can die happy. aNYwAYs, my mind was also associating this song to Nayoung and Keun, am I crazy? Maybe? No? It’s lyrics time to tell that.

“We do the most, I'm in the Ghost like I'm whippin’ a boat I got a reputation, girl that don't precede me (Yeah) I'm one call away whenever you need me (Yeah) I'm in a G5 (Yeah), come to the A-Side (Yeah)”

The “one call away” kind of guy from Samara.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna be Drinking on a beach with you all over me I know what they all say (I know what they all say) But I ain't tryna play”

Literally dying from the “beach” part because both Mingyu and Keun are from Jeju.

“Even when we’d argue, we'd not do it for long And you understand the good and bad end up in the song For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities”

Oh my god, this song just couldn’t get any worse... “end up in the song”.

I Did Something Bad

Okay, hold up. This is Chihye. I could say Julie too because all of the drama, but honestly, is Chihye she has her fair load of bad stuff she did and I don’t see her as the type who regrets any of it, so this title is hers.

“They say I did something bad Then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could It just felt so good, good”

Literally, no remorse and it can sound bad to think of my character that way but honestly, she is just messed up in the head, so... Whatever.

“This is how the world works You gotta leave before you get left”

I mean... Shut up.

Don’t Blame Me

Haha, this one is for you Hansol and Chan-u. I just couldn’t think of anyone else though, it has something to do with the vibe of the song again... I mean, these two have a little trouble in the head mostly *read chihye hansol’s mom above rs* and well, dead parents... So, just a little bit of affection is enough to crack their heads, so, this is to those dark times.

“Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life”

Am I right? Wait up there is more:

“And baby, for you, I would fall from grace Just to touch your face If you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay”

Okay, genius doesn’t say anything about this but since they both gay I’m taking the hint that “beg you on my knees” could be a reference to oral sex, k? Leave me alone to think about it.

“I get so high, oh! Every time you're, every time you're lovin' me You're lovin' me Trip of my life, oh! [...]”

The “so high”, oh jesus. Also the part when she says “I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy” sounds so much like a Hansol lyrics because he is always talking about flowers and relationships *see fresh roses*.

Delicate

Okay, hear me out... I never in a million years expected this ship that just came to my mind, like never and I listened to this song like a dozen times (actually 29 according to lastfm, but before i had a lastfm i would listen in youtube so... a dozen), but I just thought that the vibe and the lyrics... Sounds so much like Jinah and Bokyum. And what is shooking is that it’s also another total random ship... Ruy and Hai. Listen up:

“This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me… We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink”

First, for Jinah is totally about her reputation of being a prostitute ha, it’s like, she never really had a real relationship for real before Bokyum and she takes her time with her feelings after Jeju. And in the other hand, Ruy is just madly in love with Hai but he can’t bear to say it because it will scare him away so... Both delicate.

“Dive bar on the East Side, where you at? Phone lights up my nightstand in the black Come here, you can meet me in the back Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you”

Starting with Jinah and Bokyum, in my mind when they first hooked up in Jeju they went to this lowkey bar by a corner next to the beach... And that’s when it all happened. But for the most part, this is straight-up Ruy and Hai’s relationship so it’s even sad to read it twice, jeez.

“Sometimes I wonder when you sleep Are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time 'Cause I like you”

Yeah, this part is just straight up Ruy to Hai.

“Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate (Delicate) (Yeah, I want you)”

Last one, read the genius: Taylor uses repetition and questions throughout the chorus to show how anxious she is at the beginning of this relationship. Getting romantically involved with someone can be tough because sometimes one may not know where the other stands, hence why Taylor describes this phase as “delicate.” So yeah.

Look What You Made Me Do

I can’t think of anyone else for this song other then Haneul, but as a joke not like a literal disses to someone other than herself, you know? Because no one of my characters literally changed so much because of something someone did to them, other than, well Chihye and Haneul... What a weird flex. But Haneul was more like “wide awake” than actual bad like Chihye, so it’s hard to tell. Yeah, I don’t know, don’t really have anything else for this song.

"I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now "Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead!" (Oh)

This is just definitely Haneul, because: I needed to grow up in many ways. I needed to make boundaries, to figure out what was mine and what was the public’s. That old version of me that shares unfailingly and unblinkingly with a world that is probably not fit to be shared with? I think that’s gone. But it was definitely just, like, a fun moment in the studio with me and Jack [Antonoff] where I wanted to play on the idea of a phone call.

So It Goes...

I don’t really like this song, so whatever. Can’t think of anyone for it.

Gorgeous

I just can’t this is literally the song that made Jinhyung and Kyungri, I die every time because there isn’t a lyric from this that is just not them.

“You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong”

I’m going to take reference from your own “type of girlfriend: Kyungri”, she literally takes pride into making fun of Jinhyung and it’s a good thing it means she is into him in a way she can’t explain. That’s literally how they happened.

“You make me so happy it turns back to sad There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have And you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad”

I listened to this song like thousand times just because of them at the time, which is funny ‘cause know sometimes we forgot who birthed the relationships for the new romantics... It’s only a few months old but whenever I think of them there is this sweet nostalgia, it’s really funny.

Getaway Car

This song is for both cheaters: Chihye and Julie. They are very much referenced in this album, but it’s not my fault Taylor Swift did a whole album about such screwed up love. This song became one of my favorites once I realized it’s about a love triangle, where is trying to get away from her past relationship to be with the guy she actually likes without cheating on him but inevitably doing it. Does it ring a bell yet?

“It was the best of times, the worst of crimes I struck a match and blew your mind But I didn't mean it And you didn’t see it [...] I wanted to leave him I needed a reason”

Talking about Chihye and Lian, all the time she was with Pyongho it was just because he was doing her a favor and she wanted someone to want her back. But when Lian came back, it was useless so she was just ready to leave everything behind and run away with him like it was meant to be. In the hand, Julie really cherished Kaili but her mind was somewhere else: her career and the fact that it wasn’t gonna last anyway, so she just needed a solid reason to leave him.

“It was the great escape, the prison break The light of freedom on my face But you weren't thinkin’ And I was just drinkin’ Well, he was runnin' after us, I was screamin’, "Go, go, go!" But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow And a circus ain't a love story And now we're both sorry”

It’s funny because for me it begins talking about Chihye, Lian and Pyongho and ends up in Julie, Valak and Kaili.

“Until I switched to the other side To the other si-i-i-i-ide It's no surprise I turned you in (Oh-oh) 'Cause us traitors never win I'm in a getaway car I left you in a motel bar Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys That was the last time you ever saw me”

Now, this is just about Chihye to Lian when she finds out she pregnant of Pyongho, “us traitors never win”. So yeah, I really love this song because of it’s whole metaphor.

King Of My Heart

I had this idea that this song was Zeev and Eleanor, and don’t get me wrong it still is but right now it’s also Chang and Yehjin, a little bit. Seriously, I just know Eleanor calls Zeev things like “king of my heart” and she is totally into Taylor Swift, she is american and is from New Mexico, she might even listen to Taylor’s country albums.

“I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own I made up my mind, I'm better off bein' alone We met a few weeks ago Now you try on callin' me "Baby" like tryin' on clothes”

C’mon? I mean, it was totally like that how the chat went and their whole relationship... But this first part just also reminded me of Yehjin about Chang too, I don’t know, fight me.

“Salute to me, I'm your American queen And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat And we rule the kingdom inside my room 'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars Never took me quite where you do”

IM YOUR AMERICAN QUEEN. Literally Eleanor, the fact that they had sex in like their second date and also how she never really had a boyfriend like Zeev before, who just drives her crazy by being so himself. And Yehjin mentioning she prefers Chang’s bike than the rich boys range rovers, haha.

“Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury”

About Zeev being famous and Eleanor actually being into it because she literally just wants him to herself, “change my priorities”. And Yehjin, keeping a secret about Chang to her parents for I don’t even know how long...

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Weird flex, okay? But my mind associated this first with Clay and Allen... Then it totally went to Linlin and Mingyu, I don’t know, something to do with the vibe. Oh, and Julie and Valak too, again, sorry.

"I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason [...] My, my love had been frozen Deep blue, but you painted me golden”

It was the “love in secret” that connected these three couples in my mind, see? Here is genius about dancing with our hands tied: To have one’s hands tied is to have no control of a situation. While dancing is supposed to be a liberating form of self-expression, as well as a fun activity for friends and couples, here it represents the inability to keep their relationship away from the public eye. Taylor and her partner had their hands tied in that their relationship would eventually go public.

“And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis People started talking, putting us through our paces I knew there was no one in the world who could take it I had a bad feeling”

It’s weird because even if those three couples dated in secret, each one had a different way of coming out to the public. First, we have Clay and Allen that were “dating” in and off on the internet, until Allen moved and they actually went out but still people only found out when Clay left May-b, before I guess there was just rumors of Clay being gay or stuff like that. But Clay never really talked about relationships before leaving May-b and writing his own stuff, being his own artist. Linlin and Mingyu were this rollercoaster relationship that most people didn’t know of right at the beginning, and when they did there was always this vibe that it wasn’t going to last. And with Julie and Valak we know really well how this went, although both didn’t care much about it after it happened because it just weirdly made them be even more together.

Dress

Haha, who this? I mean it, seriously. It’s Hana and Mark, finally, one song of this album hits its peak by being theirs. But, not so fast I thought about Danbi and Daehyun too just right now. Let’s take a ride.

“All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting”

Both Hana and Danbi had big crushes from the start, both were stupid enough not to admit.

“Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost”

Both are really furry in bed, both would totally buy a dress just to be taken off (Hana actually did and said it so). Also, both got in deep love really fast, Danbi and Daehyun even got married to prove their love, even if was later a mistake, but they meant every feeling they had. Hana, on the other hand, doesn’t ever regret how fast things happened with Mark, it was exactly how it was supposed to be.

“And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My hands shake, I can't explain this”

Exactly what I said before *see above*.

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Another diss from Haneul. I’m kidding, ha. Also, this is Julie, 7sins and the whole drama. Also, Nayoung to the old crew with the nameless that she used to hang out with *see I Forgot That You Existed*.

Call It What You Want

Here is to another song of Eleanor and Zeev, a classic, one of the songs of them that are simply just them which makes me listen like a dozen times... However, just right now I thought about Minhye and Jukan too, it’s the vibe, listen:

“My baby's fit like a daydream Walking with his head down I'm the one he's walking to So call it what you want, yeah Call it what you want to My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole scene Loves me like I'm brand new ”

It’s so sweet, it’s like these two dorks really don’t care about Eleanor’s and Minhye’s screwed up past with love, you know? “loves me like i’m brand new”.

“And I know I make the same mistakes every time Bridges burn, I never learn At least I did one thing right I did one thing right I'm laughing with my lover, makin' forts under covers Trust him like a brother Yeah, you know I did one thing right Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night”

These two also really don’t care about the whole “keep a secret” kind of relationship, they respect their lovers because they made them better people. So they just do everything in their power to protect them just the same, even if it sounds cheesy and stupid of them, they just don’t care.

“I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck Chain 'round my neck Not because he owns me But 'cause he really knows me Which is more than they can say, I I recall late November Holding my breath, slowly, I said "You don't need to save me But would you run away with me?" Yes”

This is also one of my favorite songs of this album, mainly because of this part. Like I said, both Eleanor and Minhye were screwed up’s, but with Zeev and Jukan they became better people not only to themselves but for them too... Like, for the future, you know?

Wait up, I just saw Nayoung and Keun in this song too. I hate myself.

New Year’s Day

Finally, the last one, this album is so long. This is Araki and Kayn, lol. And... Anna and Kuen. Because: The closing track on reputation uses a New Year’s party as a metaphor to discuss holding on to people and memories from both good and bad times. Taylor recognizes that when the ‘parties’ in her life are over and the ‘new year’ begins, such memories are all she will have left to hold on to and learn from. She relates a lasting love to someone who shares a midnight kiss with you on New Year’s, but who still stays with you the next morning for the aftermath of the party and begins the new year together with you.

“Don’t read the last page But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared And you’re turning away I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day”

This is too sad, wait. But yeah, I can see both these ships.

“You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it's gonna be a long road I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you're crawling home”

According to genius, squeezing someone’s hand three times means you love them or at least its like a “take care. You see, both ships here have a thing for leaving. I don’t know which road will Araki and Kayn take but this song reminds me of their relationship a lot, you know the whole after party thing? And to Anna and Kuen who had shared a long list of back and forth but that eventually got together for good after they realized they couldn’t be strangers to one another, which takes me to:

“Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere”

So yeah, that’s the best way to end this album. With something good to think about.

#*a #pls post this tumblr

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awkward-radar-tech · 6 years ago

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Moments with Mr. McTavish and His New Gamer Girlfriend

Summary: The title pretty much covers it, but basically it covers how William McTavish met reader, who is a gamer, and how they began to date.

A/N: Am I trash? Yes. Am I serious about these? Yes. Is my first smut (or as close as I feel like getting to smut) fic going to be a follow up to this and not in AAT? Probably. There isn’t anything in this though. Also I couldn’t really edit this since I already almost died writing it, so sorry about any mistakes. Sorry if this doesn’t flow, this is my first time writing in this format.

Follow-up fic: McTavish Games

@bad--bad--man, here is the trash I promised.

He met you while at a game store near his house, shopping for a gift for his son. He came in knowing different names of games Miles liked and his favorite characters from them, but not much else.

He saw you browsing through some stuff for the games on his list, so he asked your opinion on them.

You happily obliged, glad you could help a dad make his son's day. He mentioned his son mainly played his games alone or with his step-dad, and it made your heart warm that he was putting an interest in his son's hobbies, even if it was to make the other guy jealous.

As you explaining to him the differences between a gift card for a console network’s e-store and one for a specific game, he noticed that you were probably in your mid-to-late-twenties, and definitely cute. But why would a young lady like you be interested in him, so he let it go.

After discussing different options for close to an hour, he had finally decided on a few things to buy Miles. Not wanting to part from you, he awkwardly asked if he could buy you some lunch at the fast food restaurant next door to thank you for your time and help, if you wanted to. And to his surprise, you accepted

You had hoped that you wouldn't have to part ways with William after he decided what to buy for his son, so when he asked to buy you lunch you didn't hesitate saying yes.

He held both doors open for you as you walked from one store to the other, and had you order first. The two of you sat and talked about his son's favorite game, Fortnite. You explained certain mechanics of the game to him that would hopefully help him in his own playing. You then traded usernames so you could play together and you could show him more of the ropes.

As he went to retrieve your order from the counter, you decided you had enough talking about video games waiting for him to start flirting with you, so you would make the first move

Once he returned, you began to ask him about his life and what he enjoyed to do do. You learned he was in rehab and that he was enjoying having extra money now that he was no longer buying his vices, that he worked in an office although he didn't say what he did there, and that he enjoyed classic video games like Pac-Man, Galaga, and Tetris. He also talked about a new hobby he started in rehab, painting pre-made wood objects, like bird houses and signs. He either gave them away or sold them at the monthly fundraiser for his facility.

After telling so much about himself, he felt it was only polite to learn more about the young lady who so graciously helped him. He learned that you were 28, worked as a secretary for a dentist office, spent your free time playing video games or window shopping, when you felt like it you would bake desserts and deliver them to the local fire stations and homeless shelters, and that you had two cats.

He noticed you never mentioned anything about friends or a significant other, and asked you about it. You said that you moved away from your hometown at 20 because it was a toxic environment for you, and you never really socialized outside of work so your only friends were your cats.

Deciding to drop a hint since he asked about a significant other you added that you had never dated since you were never attracted to guys your age, you wanted a guy who had his life pretty much in line, even if he was working on fixing himself, and had life experience so they could reassure you when you thought your world was collapsing.

William took in all you had to say, and realized your description of what you were looking for fit him rather well. Maybe you would be into him, so he decided to start flirting

You were glad he got your hint and began to take your flirting further. When you were saying goodbye, you gave him your number saying, “let me know if you want to do anything other than playing Fortnite” and winked at him.

He was happy that you wanted to be friends, doing things outside of teaching him how to play Fortnite. He feels special that he his going to be your first friend in 8 years.

He text you the next day asking how your day was going and if you had time to play Fortnite later. He was happy when you text back saying your day was great and that you could.

That night he sat on his couch and waited for you to text that you were about to go online. When you did and you connected, he felt butterflies when you said hello. He hadn't felt butterflies in years, be 46 and all, he thought those were for teenagers. He didn't even feel butterflies when he met his ex-wife.

It took him a bit to get a hang of the game, but you patiently explained every step to him and reassured him when he got frustrated. Once he adjusted, he actually wasn't that bad at the game.

After you explained the game, he actually began to really like the game. He understood why Miles and all his friends loved this game. He was sad when you said you had to stop playing after 3 hours because your eyes began to hurt, but he asked if he could call you so you could talk for longer. He almost screamed out in celebration when you said yes and he immediately grabbed his phone and called you.

You laughed to yourself when you felt your phone vibrate as soon as you had shut down the game. His eagerness to talk with you was adorable, and honestly you couldn’t help but feel giddy yourself.

You two continued to talk for hours, and well past when you should have been asleep. You told him about different stories you overheard from your coworkers and the patients in the waiting room, nothing personal but just funny tidbits of drama and anecdotes from life. He told you about stories he heard at work. You were brought out of a fit of laughter at one point by William asking how it felt to finally have a friend to talk with again. In your tired state you didn’t hesitate when you said it was nice, but you hoped it would become more than just a friendship.

William’s train of thought launched off of a cliff when he processed what you said, “Wait, you mean you like me, in a romantic way.”

You cleared your throat before responding, realising what you had said and not backing away from that or what you were about to say next, “Well, yeah. And in a sexual way too. Did you not realize that when I said ‘let me know if you want to do anything other than playing Fortnite’ with a wink?”

He felt like a fool now that he thinks back to it, “I didn’t think a pretty young lady would be into a guy like me and thought you meant like hanging out as friends or something like that.”

You giggled at his admission, “Oh no Mr. McTavish, you are exactly the type of guy I’m into. And I’d love to continue our conversation but I just looked at the time and it is really past my bedtime. I’ll talk with you later, goodnight.”

Once he wakes up and has some breakfast he calls you even though he knows you won’t answer due to work and leaves a voicemail asking you out on a date that evening. A few hours later you text him that you would love to, just send a place and time. He immediately responds that he will pick you up, just to send him your address. Once he had your address and looked up were it was, he gave you a time and warned you it wouldn’t be anywhere fancy, just going to Applebee’s and maybe a fancy ice cream store that makes the ice cream with liquid nitrogen when you order it. He was relieved when you said that it sounded fun and not to worry about it being somewhere nice.

To help make up for the lack in romance in the restaurant he wore one of his nice button-up shirts and his new dark-wash jeans and bought you a bouquet of red roses which he hoped you would like.

He let you know he was on the way to you and he was surprised when pulled up in front of your building and saw you waiting by the door, and got a second shock when noticed you wearing a nice white blouse and a pink jean skirt with white high-tops. This was a vast difference from the graphic tee and jeans you were wearing the other day. But he was not about to complain about either outfit, especially this one.

When you opened the door he quickly stumbled out his greeting, “Good evening, my dear. I got you some uh roses. And that outfit sure uh, fits you nice and uh you look pretty.”

You were touched by his gift of roses and giggled at his complements, this outfit brought out just the reaction you were hoping for. “Hi William. You look handsome today. Thank you for the flowers and picking me up.”

He drove and listened to you talk, although he was so preoccupied with watching the road and willing his erection away he couldn’t really follow what you were saying.

The date went well and before he knew it he was dropping you off at home. You leaned over and kissed his cheek before inviting him up to your apartment. While he wanted to accept, he knew he would be here for a few hours and he needed to be in the office by 7 the next morning for a conference call with some clients halfway around the world and needed some sleep, so he regretfully had to decline. You understood and wished him a goodnight before giving his cheek a final kiss.

#william mctavish x you #william mctavish x reader #mr mctavish x you #mr mctavish x reader #william mctavish/ you #william mctavish/ reader #mr mctavish/ you #mr mctavish/ reader #a-r-t creation #kylo ren/ reader #kylo ren/ you

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hcmj · 7 years ago

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HCMJ’s Favorite Albums of 2017!

Listen to a mix featuring these albums here: HCMJ’s 2017 End Of Year Mix

Honorable Mentions:

Carla dal Forno - The Garden

GFOTY - GFOTYBUCKS

ミスト M Y S T - 緑の目

Nmesh - Pharma

Black Marble - It’s Immaterial

Leyland Kirby - We, so tired of all the darkness in our lives

世界は80年代に終了しました - People Lead Such Busy Lives

Virtual Vice - Sanctuary Runner

Golden Living Room - Autoscopy

DESIRE - STAQQ OVERFLO

20) World War - Soundsystem

Distorted Redrum rhythms dripping with gabbery, housey, bounceable goodness. Every moment is more relentless than the last, with strange electronic and sometimes nightmarish sound elements effortlessly woven into the complicated crescendos that comprise each track.

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19) Curved Light - Quartzsite

It’s rare to find a synth album that isn’t endlessly droning or cheekily nostalgic. Quartzsite utilizes slow-attack expansive pads alongside stabby knob turners without falling into the tropes that have been turned over time and time again over the last decade. Subtle but fast tempo percussive elements ticking beneath pure white pads and icy synthfalls of pure crystal.

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18) Geo Metro - Ravage2099

Fellow Philadelphia artist Geo Metro dropped this dense debut on Tiger Blood Tapes earlier this year. His shows are always foggy headthumpers with mind melting realtime sampling, deep drones, dancing rhythmic enigmas and astral melodies. None of this was lost in translation to magnetic tape, the bubbling pulse of beyond - a spiritual guide.

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17) Disasteradio - Sweatshop

Another incredible performance I was fortunate to witness this year was Eyeliner AKA Disasteradio. His on stage MIDI splicing with its gravity-increasing, vocoded, show-stopping finale was exhilarating and inspiring. All of that energy, bombast, and humor can be found on Sweatshop. There’s also a high level of musicianship - touching upon 90′s FM video game music, new wave DEVO synthpop, and moments like “Unleash The Free TV Revolt” which echo Daft Punk vocoder jams. Playful and reflective of what childhood in the early 90′s actually felt like.

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16) x.y.r. - Labyrinth

x.y.r. could keep putting albums out like this every year until I die and I would still count them among my favorites. No one does lo-fi synth music the way he does - his unique musical character pulses and wanders in this fuzzy maze.

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15) Computer Graphics - Lo-Fi

This collection of hazy house jams was a lens back through time. Flashbacks of downloading strange electronic artists off LimeWire in the early 00′s, sinking endless frustrated hours into PixelJunk Eden, and now dancing around my house with Computer Graphics bumping. It’s just as dreamy and hypnotic as you’d hope.

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14) Nico Niquo - In A Silent Way

Taking a step away from the “darkwebwave” of 2015′s Epitaph, Nico Niquo explores more expansive snow plains on In A Silent Way. Gone are the stabbing vocal samples an occasional swirling rhythmic patterning - in their place is Eno-esque slow burners with that rise and fall like the breaths of a sleeping frost giant against moments of purity and silence.

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13) Arca - Arca

Arca’s 3rd full length is thick and operatic. Like haunted ballroom music with a broken falsetto whispering in your ear, being engulfed in underwater explosions, or watching the credits roll on your own life. It’s sometimes oppressively stark, sometimes intimately vulnerable, and always entrancing. I was initially pulled in by the video premiere for the masterpiece “Desafio.”

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12) Nyoi Plunger - Poiret Status

Playful and full of detail, twisted and bent as it’s pulled into a black hole and spit out again. Poiret Status is always teetering on the edge of a nightmare. Strange voices laugh and coo, like being trapped in a realm ruled by the manifestation of fear, or a dance hall where your very physicality is distorted, warped, and twisted as time becomes unhinged and there’s nothing left to hold onto.

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11) The Caretaker - Everywhere at the end of time - Stages 2 & 3

Discovering Leyland Kirby’s work was a turning point in my life. Over the last decade release after release of both haunted ballroom music as The Caretaker and reflective synth/piano music as himself have becomes markers for the years of my life. This year we received the next two stages of the dementia simulation of Everywhere at the end of time. The flowers have wilted, and the darkening mind is displayed with a poignant beauty.

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10) TVVIN_PINEZ_M4LL - orz

More than half a decade after the wave rose and fell, torch bearers continue to twist the pop of the past to express new ideas and add their emotional mark to the blockchain of internet music. In the case of the prolific TVVIN_PINEZ_M4LL, orz uses vaporwave techniques and traditions as a framework for an emotionally radiant, deeply personal love story. Bursting with raw emotion and feelings of NUWRLD.

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09) Various - Even Further

It feels weird putting a remix compilation on one of these lists, but the Zoom Lens label tribute to Infinity Shred is one of those rare moments when a compilation isn’t just a total mishmash of whatever happened to be thrown into the pot. A fitting showcase of the LA label’s diverse palette of sound, from Berserk ost aping to widescreen chiptune bliss - heavy beats and the brightest black leather darkness that is worthy of Infinity Shred’s cinematic scope.

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08) FIRE-TOOLZ - INTERBEING

Metal-screeches in empty halls drip over post-eccojam synth operas, spastic crystalline outbursts, and high-tempo-high-energy half pipe spaceship rides with broken bits of sound and a cyberpunk sheen. Songs completely split open with massive bombardments of noise and an endless layering of digital artifacts. A labyrinth of glitched out modernity.

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07) Koeosaeme - Sonorant

Fast and full of neck-breaking spins, Sonorant alongside Nyoi Plunger’s Poiret Status were two of the most forward-looking albums I heard this year. With the endless tiny pattering of a billion bits of music playing up against unnatural arrangements of bizarre rhythmic breaks and supernatural harmony. Part sound sculpture part audio apocalypse.

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06) Piper Spray - r.i.p.

When pieces of you die and slowly fall away, they leave a trail of memories in their wake. Piper Spray, one of my favorite artists of the last decade, has been prolific and mysterious - even elusive. His entire body of work has since been deleted from his bandcamp and only this retrospective release that looks back at the last 7 years of his output and life in 6 tracks remains. Full of noise, pain, frustration - with a touch of sorrow and sweetness we are given once last glimpse into the nostalgia for a place we’ve never known. His music has been my constant companion on my own personal journey these last 7 years. RIP Piper Spray.

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05) Euglossine - Sharp Time

It wasn’t until I was lucky enough to play a show with Stany Bebe AKA Euglossine that I discovered to my amazement that the majority of the sounds on this album were performed on MIDI guitar. The sound blips and pan flutes expressed with metronomic precision on a real guitar having its note data interpreted by a MIDI conversion box. Mind blowing musicianship and sprawling melodic composition.

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04) Giant Claw - Soft Channel

I couldn’t stop listening to Soft Channel this year! The culmination of everything that has come before and a wide leap into the future. Orchestral fragmentation in a thick rainbow of sound that breathes and pulses - the sound design is mind blowing, frantic and brilliantly produced. It’s a crisp and meticulously designed new height.

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03) Marcus Fjellström - Skelektikon

It’s hard to believe it’s been 7 years since Marcus Fjellström’s Schattenspieler was listed as my favorite album of 2010 (on the inaugural annotated list!). Now, all these years later, we were finally treated with a proper followup - and tragically lost Fjellström himself. Skelektikon is a remarkable swansong, picking up where Schattenspieler left off - diving deeper into the anxiety ridden halls of darkness. Larger orchestral arrangements pop up, tape flutter constantly threatening to snap the dread to a sudden end. There’s is a sometimes darkly romantic turn to its harmonic movements however - a humanizing touch that makes the ghosts that much more terrifying.

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02) Sour Gout - I S O L A T E

It doesn’t matter how you get there, only how good the ideas are. I S O L A T E may be built out of a collection of new age and incidental music samples, but its collages give a sense of a deep personal expression. Saccharin guitar, C418-esque piano phrases, and blankets of emotional vulnerability eventually fall into the uneasy loneliness of the 15 minute title track. The empty soul that was once full, bordering on brooding but very soft to lay in. I found myself keeping this one on loop for hours at a time.

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01) Machine Girl - ...BECAUSE I’M YOUNG ARROGANT AND HATE EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR

Machine Girl puts on a really incredible/brutal show - and the recorded version of that experience loses none of the warped maelstrom of sound that makes them so viscerally intense. Heavy industrial punk with face smashing breakdowns peppering every track - like moments of floating in violence as you’re torn apart by passing gravity wells. Disillusioned anger with the musical chops and temperament of someone who grew up listening to Phantasy Star Online music - it was my favorite album of 2017!

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happy-meo · 8 years ago

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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – (The Real) Part 6 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok) CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

A/N: Thanks again for being so patient :) It’s been a crazy few weeks for me with BTS & with work >< but I’m glad I finally was able to finish the update woo ~ I placed another “Keep Reading” link so as usual if it isn’t opening, shoot me a message ~ Enjoy!

"Um...is it me or is Mr. Park staring at us creepily?" You hummed as you and Jungkook got settled inside your cubicle.

Jungkook glanced over to find Jimin grinning widely in front of the cubicle with his arms crossed, not saying a word.

"Um can we help you?" Jungkook blinked.

Jimin clutched his chest and fell to the side of the cubicle dramatically. "I can't believe my two favorite people didn't trust me enough to confide in me!!"

Your eyebrow rose at the sudden change of behavior and emotion. "What're you talking about Mr. Park?"

"No." Jimin exhaled and looked forlorn. "Don't mind me. I apparently am not worthy enough to be told of your love...after I went to such lengths to get you two together."

You and Jungkook eyed each other, puzzled to no end.

"And by great lengths...do you mean locking us in a closet?" You questioned dryly.

"Shouldn't you thank me?? Was that the turning point?" Jimin beamed brightly and scurried towards you and Jungkook eagerly. "When? How?!"

"Wh-what're you talking about, Mr. Park?" Jungkook was flustered by his proximity.

"I expected this from Y/N. But not you, my prodig-- new intern!" Jimin corrected before pouting towards Jungkook.

"Mr. Park, we would love to give you some clarity if you specify the situation." You explained.

"Y/N. Jungkook." Hoseok appeared on cue. "Come with me."

Jimin giggled and skipped behind Hoseok happily. You and Jungkook followed suit, sparing looks at each other in an attempt at communicating each other's shared confusion. When you entered the room, Hoseok turned his computer screen towards you all.

"I'm assuming neither of you know of this, considering you came to work together without caution." Hoseok stated, amused.

"What? Why would they have to be cautious??" Jimin gasped. "This isn't something to hide! But to CELEBRATE!"

Hoseok exhaled. "Well, we took care of it. Luckily, we keep tabs on all CEOs and potential CEOs to prevent the spreading of any dangerous or questionable videos, articles, or pictures."

"Oh? You meant what happened at my university?" You finally realized what it could be.

Jimin gasped and clung onto your arm. "So it's real? It really happened??"

"Um...well...yeah." You pried your arm out of Jimin's grasp and glanced at Jungkook who was smiling sheepishly. "I kept checking to see if anyone released it, but couldn't find anything so I thought we were safe but..."

"Yeah. Well Jimin confiscated the video real quick, and creepily obsessed over it." Hoseok hit play.

You rolled Jimin's chair over so you could watch leisurely, while Jungkook flailed his arms frantically.

"Oh my gosh! No! Don't watch!" He turned red.

"I just wanna see how it looks like from the outside." You hummed as you stared at the scene unfold before your eyes from a different perspective.

"Noo! Stop!" Jungkook covered your eyes, flustered. "It's embarrassing!"

"Oh stop." You pulled his hands away and held onto it so he wouldn't go back to shielding your sight. "You don't have to watch if you don't want to. It was just a cool moment."

Jungkook blushed. "It was cool?"

Suddenly, a squealed was heard beside you two. Jimin was clapping excitedly, engrossed in watching you two in real life.

"Look, Hoseok! They're holding hands in front of us! How boldddd!" he cooed.

"Oh pull yourself together, Park Jimin." Hoseok shook his head then turned to you. "I thought something was actually happening with you and Namjoon...so I didn't want to believe this was real."

"Namjoon who?" Jimin interjected playfully.

"Jimin! He might be the next Chairman!"

Jimin snorted. "There are only two people I'm rooting for, for the Chairperson position."

You glanced at Jimin curiously, but Hoseok nudged him strongly.

"Anyway, just be careful you two. Jungkook, you know how the wealthy are if your parents get wind of this." Hoseok commented.

"Yeah, thanks." Jungkook scratched his head.

"Not to mention your other jobs might suffer too."

"I'm all for dating openly." Jimin raised his hand. "Why don't we do a triple date one of these days?"

You smiled. "I'm down."

"What?" Jungkook's eyes widened.

"Why not?" You tilted your head.

"Well I-I-we're..." he stammered.

You smirked, knowing full well how to get Jungkook out of his shyness. "Afraid I'll show you up?"

As you expected, his face darkened and his eyes lit up with fiery determination. "Pfft. What a joke. What's there to show?"

You glared at him.

"A lover's quarrel!" Jimin clapped his hands and sighed endearingly.

"Alright, you need to stop." Hoseok scolded.

"Is this how it feels to see your children marry?" Jimin wiped a nonexistent tear, dramatically.

Hoseok groaned and shook his head. "Please, Jimin. Show some decorum as their boss."

Jimin laughed and slapped Hoseok's butt, "That's never been my style, my dear best friend. I'm all about getting what I want, how I want it." He smirked darkly.

"You think we should tell them we're not really...like that?" Jungkook mumbled once you both returned to the safety of your joined cubicle.

"Well it's not exactly true or false..." you hummed. "I don't see the harm of just going along with their assumption."

"You're okay with it?"

You nodded. "Who knows? Maybe they'll pay for us when we go out."

Jungkook snorted. "You forget that I'm also pretty rich."

"Very true. But maybe just going along with them will let it die down faster."

But going along with the rumor did just the opposite.

Every chance he got, Jimin would clap obnoxiously and show you two where the best spots to sneak away were around the office. It made you wonder why and how exactly your boss knew these spots, but when you brought it up, he stated that it was a secret.

Jimin would also cover your cubicle with flowers, even going so far as having one of those drawstring balls that erupted out confetti when pulled. And obviously, his odd behavior grabbed the attention of the entire office, so everyone had their eyes curiously on you two. It was awkward and stifling, so you finally went to your boss to confront them about it.

"What will it take to get you to stop harassing me during work?" You slammed your hand on Mr. Park's desk threateningly.

"Harassment?" he feigned innocence. "I know nothing of the sort, my dear Y/N!"

You whipped out your phone, and it was soon pulled out of your grasp.

"But I might be swayed to behave if you two agree on going on a triple date one of these days with me and Hoseok."

You exhaled. "If that's all it takes, then deal."

Jimin grinned as he outstretched his hand. "I'll discuss details with the guys then."

"I'd prefer that." You nodded as you pulled your phone from his grip, glad that Mr. Park wasn't the sole person planning this date. Who knew where he would take everyone if the choice was left to him?

You sluggishly returned to your cubicle where Jungkook was humming lightly while doing paperwork. When you entered, he perked up.

"How'd it go?"

You gave him a thumbs up. "Just give him your suggestions and it should be good."

Jungkook nodded. "Perfect. I've been wanting to go to this place with everyone."

"Oh? Where?"

"You'll see ~"

You chuckled and then glanced at your phone.

Jungkook noticed the way your grin widened as you stared at it, and he immediately knew. "Namjoon?"

You blinked and looked over. "He's just sending me the details of our weekend."

Jungkook snorted. "Don't get your hopes up. He might want to just train you in the mountains to find your inner peace or something."

You glared at him. "He will not."

"From what you told me about him, he seems like the type to go out for nature healing."

"What's so bad about that?"

"Says the one who stays home all the time?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"For your information, I don't stay home all the time."

Jungkook stared at you blankly, not buying that argument. You exhaled.

"Fine. I do stay home a lot but that's because I don't know where to go in the city!"

Jungkook chuckled. "And that's why you make friends and ask them to take you to places."

"Says the one who has a hard time making friends."

"I don't have a hard time making friends!" he bickered.

"Okay, let me specify then. You have a hard time making girl friends." You stuck your tongue out.

Jungkook huffed, knowing full well he couldn't deny that fact, and returned to his work bitterly.

And soon enough, the weekend arrived.

You found yourself in the backseat of lengthy limousine, being driven by Namjoon's hired chauffer. The inside of the car was huge, but ironically you and Namjoon had squished yourself as close to each other as possible. Your bodies were entangled, and your hands were wandering wildly in the backseat-- neither of you had any intention to refrain yourselves.

Your breathing labored as Namjoon pushed you onto your back and kissed you roughly, whispering afterwards that he missed you in his deep, gravelly voice.

"I missed you too." You replied.

"I'm excited to have you all to myself this weekend." he smiled as he shifted a strand of hair away from your face.

You blushed. "Yeah, someone helped me pick out a bathing suit when you told me we were going to the beach...since I didn't have any."

Namjoon's eyes darkened and glistened at the mention. He leaned forward, ghosting over your lips with his plump ones. "Oh, you might not even need it baby girl."

Your heart stuttered at the implication and soon, your lips were connected needily once again.

When you two did decide to take a break from making out during the long car ride, you found yourself laughing hysterically while Namjoon was dramatically belting out to his favorite tunes. He flailed his arms wildly as he tried his best to reach all the notes. It was endearing to see him like this again, and it reminded you the times when you two had just met. The adorable moments when he abandoned his mature persona and became childish and cute, made your heart flutter just as much as his intellect and his ambition. When he was like that, it was hard to believe he was an avid world traveler and the CEO of many business franchises. In those moments, he was just simply Namjoon. He didn't pull down his walls often, but it warmed your heart that he was able to do so around you.

"Come on, Y/N! Sing too!" he urged as he excitedly stomped his feet playfully to the music.

You giggled and waved your hand. "It's just entertaining to watch."

He grinned and continued fooling around all the way to the hotel.

"Wow..." You gawked. "I knew it'd be nice...but this is fantastic."

Namjoon laughed as he received a card key from one of the workers. "I reserved a suite for us. Let's go?"

You smiled and nodded, eyes still taking in the breath-taking grandeur of the hotel. Your bags had been taken up to your room prior to checking in so you were holding onto Namjoon's arm in awe.

There was a grand staircase welcoming guests upon entrance, and workers were lined up on both sides, throwing flowers as you two made your way further inside.

"Welcome!" They greeted with wide smiles. "Please enjoy your stay!"

You bowed slightly, unsure of how to respond. Namjoon grinned at your hesitant reaction as he led you up the stairs.

"Stand right there." he stopped you in the middle of the staircase, running a few steps up. He stumbled forward a little which had you gasping with worry, but he got back up and continued his pace. You cocked up one of your eyebrows curiously, wondering what he was up to. Then he whipped out his phone with a wide grin.

"I need to take a picture of you here!" he called out. "Smile!"

You blushed and smiled. But you felt stiff, considering you weren't sure exactly how to pose.

"Now take one of me!" Namjoon scampered down the steps, and you nervously watched his feet, just catching the edge of each step, waiting for the moment he might miss his footing and tumble down.

Luckily though, he managed to reach you without any clumsy moments. You exhaled in relief as he handed you his phone.

"I like my outfit today so get a good aesthetic body picture." he instructed.

"Sure." You consented as you climbed up a few steps to get a good angle.

Namjoon posed knowledgeable, highlighting his height and the tall length of his legs. You smiled, admiring his physique through the lens.

"Good?" he hummed.

You nodded. "Come check them."

He perused your pictures, giving hums of approval at each one. "Perfect!"

You grinned at the compliment.

"Let's finally go see our room now." he grabbed your hand and led you to the elevators. "We're on the top floor."

Your eyes widened. "Top floor??"

"Yeah." he chuckled "It has the best view."

"It's also the most expensive!" You gasped.

Namjoon chuckled. "Don't worry about that. Experience and memories matter more than money."

You relaxed as his thumb caressed the back of your hand warmly.

The suite was bigger than your entire apartment. You hurriedly scanned the clearly expensive decor, and the pristine leather couch upon first glance. And the bathroom and bedroom were just as, if not even more, refined. The bedroom housed a king sized bed with rose petals scattered around the floor; your own mini chandelier providing dim lighting to the room. The bathroom had a large jacuzzi tub beside the clear glass shower.

Everything screamed that this was a honeymoon suite. Your face warmed at the thought of you and Namjoon being perceived as a newlywed couple. But it dawned on you that the extravagant welcome at the entrance was probably part of this honeymoon package.

You felt large arms wrap around your body as you stared at the full length mirror in the bathroom. You glanced at Namjoon's reflection grinning at you.

"You like it?" he asked.

You smiled and nodded. "This is amazing. I've never seen anything like this."

"Good. I wanted to show you something you've never seen before." his hands traveled down to rest at your hips. "And have you experience things you've never experienced before."

You licked your lips as his hands traveled underneath your shirt. You watched as they disappeared under your clothing in the mirror; it was odd to see the way your cheeks flushed and the way your lips looked swollen already.

"Wanna see more of how you look when I please you?" he whispered into your ear.

You gulped and nodded, entranced by your own reflection.

"Let's get you into that bathing suit, hm?" he stated with smooth slide of his palm against your lower abdomen. The teasing motion immediately caused heat to pool in your core. Then he wordlessly disappeared from behind you, leaving you a little breathless.

When you came back to your senses, you hurriedly to grab your bathing suit and some clothes to wear over it while Namjoon lay in bed patiently, watching you scamper around with attentive eyes. With a blush, you shut the bathroom door to change. You had never really worn a two-piece bathing suit before, considering you were always on the more conservative and logical side. But you wanted to be seen as more mature by Namjoon, and so you bought a pretty risqué black bathing suit.

It was a spaghetti strap top, needing to be tie around your neck and on your back. The bottom of your bathing suit was merely a triangle at the front and back, tied by strings at your hip bones to hold it up to cover your decency. You pulled your hair up, revealing your neck, and checked yourself out. It was a very seductive bathing suit; hopefully Namjoon would think so too. Hurriedly, you threw on short shorts and a see-through shirt to cover yourself, so the reveal would be a surprise, and the strip show, an added component to the rising tension of the night.

As you would have it, Namjoon was waiting with his arms crossed on the bed, already in his swimming trunks and a loose tank, exposing his fairly muscular arms. You bit your lip and stepped out, feeling odd walking around with quite minimal clothing.

"Let's go?" You murmured shyly.

"Who said we were going out, hm?" he questioned and your eyes widened. "Not before I take a good look at your bathing suit."

You blushed and clutched your shirt nervously. Namjoon spotted your hesitation and timidity so he slid off the bed to approach you. He tilted your chin up and placed a sweet kiss on your lips, but you could see his eyes were intense and blown out with lust. It thrilled you.

"Take it off for me, baby." he ordered and your heart somersaulted at the sense of authority in his voice.

You stepped back and pulled your shirt over your head, then unbuttoned your jean shorts, letting it fall to the ground. But Namjoon didn't rush to you, didn't say anything, so you stood awkwardly in the center of the room in just your bathing suit in agony at the silence.

"H-h-how does it look?" You stammered, wondering if he really thought it didn't suit you and that was why he wasn't saying anything. "I wasn't a fan of this at first but the person I was with urged me to buy--"

"Turn around and walk to that mirror." Namjoon instructed.

Your eyes widened, but you heeded him without hesitation, your heart ramming in your chest with anticipation. He came up behind you and slapped your ass, surprising you by the sudden sting, but it felt good. He squeezed your butt cheeks roughly and began placing open mouthed kisses behind your ear as he did so.

"You look so sexy." he whispered, and you felt yourself melt. "These strings are so damn tempting."

You felt his fingers curl around the strings at your hip and you felt yourself get wet as your eyes wandered to the mirror to watch. He nipped at your neck lightly, then in the next second, he pulled the neat bow holding up your bathing suit swiftly with his teeth, causing your top to fall forward. You gasped as his hand covered one of your breasts hurriedly to replace the lack of clothing. You threw your head back and moaned at the sensation.

"Namjoon." You cried.

He hummed as he used his teeth once again to completely untie your top from your body.

"Watch yourself babygirl. Look how pretty you are under my touch." he smiled, and your eyes returned to your reflection.

Your eyes were glazed and your cheeks were red, but what caught your eye was Namjoon's large hands cupping your breasts and squeezing them. You became transfixed at the vision. His fingertips rolled over your nipple, causing your knees to buckle. He could easily get you off just by this motion alone as long as you could watch his hands doing the work. But suddenly, he was in front of you, peppering your neck and collarbones with his lips, marking every inch of your body as he traveled lower. He swirled his tongue around each of your sensitive buds, then he got on his knees in front of your already throbbing core.

With his eyes glancing up at you and you watching his reflection intently, his teeth grazed the strings of your hips and he soon ripped those loose as well. Now you were bare in front of him, your new bathing suit discarded on the bathroom floor. It did its job of seduction alright.

You watched with bated breath as his reflection was covering your core. You felt his hot breath at your entrance, but willed yourself not to look down to see whether he was going to please you or tease you. The anticipation and the excitement of not knowing turned you on all the more. Then suddenly, you felt his tongue slide into your folds and you saw his head dip forward into you in the mirror.

Immediately, your hand flew to your breasts as he licked you. You watched you massage yourself, getting more and more wrecked with each passing second by Namjoon's sinful and skilled tongue. Your hair was disheveled. Your entire body glistened with sweat and warmth, and Namjoon's arms and back muscles tensed as he grabbed your thighs to keep you still.

His tongue tickled your clit in short, quick strokes, then he flattened it to please more surface area of your folds. You rubbed your nipples for added sensation and dared to look down at him ravaging your center. You moaned at the sight, causing Namjoon to look up at you, finally noticing that you were stimulating yourself too.

"Wait for a sec, baby." he smirked. "Don't you dare touch yourself until I get back."

You breathed desperately, not wanting him to stop. But he kissed you gently to quell your confusion then stepped out of the bathroom.

"On all fours, now. And wait for me to come back."

You obeyed and stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring the way your breasts hung and your legs spread naturally, ready for him.

When Namjoon returned, he had a small bucket of ice with him.

"What--?"

"No questions. Just feeling." he grinned. "You're such a good girl for me, already spreading your legs."

Heat rushed to your cheeks at the lewd compliment.

You watched curiously as Namjoon popped at ice cube into his mouth, unsure of what he was going to do. Then he lay on his back, positioning his face right in front of your dripping folds. Without warning, he grabbed your hips and tugged you down into his face. You moaned at the cold sensation on your clit. Skillfully, he guided the ice cube up and down your folds with his tongue. You began panting-- the different temperatures increasing the need tightening in your lower region. Your hips began following the steady motion of Namjoon's cold tongue as the ice began slowly melting. When it completely turned to liquid, Namjoon pursed his lips against your clit and slurped.

"Oh my god." You groaned at the feeling. "Namjoon, please."

"Please what?" his voice was rough and low.

"Please do that again." You begged.

"With pleasure." he tapped your ass and you lifted it up so he could grab another ice cube. But this time, he pushed one finger inside your entrance and used his other hand to rub the ice cube around your clit. All the while he kissed your hip and your lower abdomen as you bucked into his finger needily.

The mirror in front of you began fogging up at the warmth of your breathing fanning across it, but the image still seduced you further. The reflection of Namjoon underneath you, pleasing you-- it was visible and it was hott.

But you didn't want to be the only one being pleased. You just weren't sure how to go about it. Your eyes wandered to the bucket of ice and an idea popped into your mind.

"Namjoon, stop." You hummed and he stilled.

"You okay?" he asked as he pulled his fingers out of you.

"Yeah, I just--" You climbed off, pulled his trunks down, and placed an ice cube in your mouth.

Namjoon's eyes widened at the realization. "Y/N--"

But you were already gliding the ice against his hardened cock, and the beautiful sounds that came out of him were music to your ears.

"Ah fuck, baby girl." he groaned as you circled your mouth with the ice cube around his tip.

You pocketed the cube into your cheek and covered his length with your mouth. He raised his hips to go deeper into you and your maneuvered the ice cube back onto your tongue to stimulate him. He began panting, and once the ice melted, you began bobbing your head up and down eagerly, feeling him pulsating inside you.

"On your knees again. No more games." he exhaled breathily.

You didn't spare time to argue. You slurped his length and released him with a pop at his tip, then resumed your position on all fours in front of the mirror. You watched him pull out a condom from his trunks, and after he put it on, you saw him get on his knees to line himself up to your entrance behind you. Agonizingly slow, he pushed into your hole, the novel feeling giving both of you immense pleasure. It felt incredibly amazing.

Once you adjusted to his size, he began to rock in and out of you gently. The motion had your breasts swinging back and forth, and you noticed the way his eyes were watching them as he drilled into you. He then grabbed two ice cubes and began rubbing them against your sensitive buds.

You groaned loudly as he quickened his pace.

"Fuck this feels so good Y/N." he hissed.

"Don't stop Namjoon. Don't stop." You moaned as you sat back into his dick, helping him get deeper into you. "I'm so close."

"Cum for me, babygirl. Cum on my dick." he whispered as he discarded the ice to the side and gripped at your hips to pull out and back into you roughly.

"OH MY GOD!" You cried at the pleasure of his entire length spearing into you from behind.

In no time, he was riding you through your orgasm.

"On your back." he instructed, also close to his release.

You flipped around and he hooked his arm around one of your legs to hold it up. Then he pushed into you. The overstimulation tingled, but you wanted him to finish, so you let him buck into you wildly until his hips stuttered and slowed down.

Then, you both were heaving heavily on the bathroom floor.

Namjoon grabbed a handful of ice and place it against your cheek. "These are multi-purpose."

You chuckled. "I don't know if I'll look at ice the same ever again."

"Anything can be used as a sex toy." he smirked. "With the right kink and knowledge."

You glanced over at him, amused, as you both tried to catch your breath.

"How was it?" he asked you.

"Amazing." You hummed as you closed your eyes.

"We'll definitely go to the beach tomorrow." he exhaled. "But for today..."

He stood up and turned on the jacuzzi. "Let's just relax. How about it?"

"A very good proposition." You smiled sleepily as he cradled you in his arms until the water was ready.

The next day, you two woke up bright and early, excited for the warm weather and sunshine, and for the day of no work ahead. After having breakfast at your balcony, staring out at the spectacular view of the vast ocean and clear skies, you two made your way to the white, sandy beach.

"Did I tell you that I'm in love with this bathing suit?" Namjoon grinned as he back hugged you while you two made your way down the boardwalk.

"I might've made an educated guess that you did." You chuckled. "Though, ripping it off with your teeth was a bit misleading. Not quite sure if you liked it on me or off me."

Namjoon kissed your temple as you two waddled through the sand, since he was still embracing you from behind.

"Well it on you makes me want to take it off you...if that makes sense."

"Not really." You grinned as you slipped out from his grasp playfully. "But maybe I'll see it in action again later."

Namjoon smirked as he ran after you.

Since there was no one on the beach yet, you picked any spot that looked decent and lay down your towels and umbrella. You wiggled a bottle of sunscreen in front of Namjoon flirtatiously.

"Want to help me?"

"Gladly." he pulled your waist forward and kissed you, his fingers untying the back knot of your top.

"Namjoon." You blushed and glanced around.

"On your stomach then." he grinned cheekily and grabbed the bottle from you.

You shook your head in disbelief but did so eagerly. Soon his hands were fanning across the expanse of your back, around your waist, and down your leg. You tried to bite down your growing need, but he flipped you around easily so that he was on top of you. You stared up at him expectantly, but he simply applied sunscreen against your stomach and on the front part of your legs.

He grinned. noticing your obvious look of disappointment and leaned forward.

"We should really make sure every single part of your body is protected." he whispered and slathered lotion on your face, causing you to wince at the not-so-gentle application.

"Namjoon!" You complained and he giggled playfully.

But soon the air changed when his finger traced down your chest. You glanced around at the vacant beach nervously.

"What if someone sees?"

"Why would someone see?" he chuckled.

"Well it's a public beach..."

"But I rented this section of the beach out..." he captured your lips. "just..." he sucked at your neck. "for..." the other side of your neck. "us..."

As soon as he finished his statement, his hands slipped underneath your bathing and he began applying lotion on your breasts. You gasped and wriggled your body at the sensation. It was so open and so shameful, but it was all so exhilarating.

"You rented this section?" You replied, trying to keep your composure. Namjoon always worked you up so easily, and you were sure your feelings were a big factor in that.

"Mhm. Cause I wanted you all to myself." he locked lips with you, slowly at first then tongue and teeth were exchanged, all while his hands cupped and massaged your boobs. You would've gotten lost in his mouth and his hands again, if he didn't break the kiss.

"Let's get into the water to cool down." he grinned as you fluttered your eyes open.

"Yeah." you agreed with a blush.

He fumbled to tie your bathing suit top, much to your amusement.

"You're so good at taking things off, but not so good at putting them on, huh?" You teased.

Namjoon chuckled as he let you tie it yourself. He then extended his hand out, which you happily took.

It was surreal. Years ago, you had dreamt of going on dates and walking so openly like this with Namjoon so the reality seemed hazed and too good to be true. Now here you two were, on a private section of the beach he had bought off, and it felt so unbelievable. The isolation made it truly feel like it was just the two of you in your own little corner of the world.

You winced at the coldness of the ocean water, but Namjoon squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"Like anything in life, it's best to go all in." he grinned.

You smiled nervously and nodded. Namjoon held his nose and you took a deep breath. Holding hands, you two dipped underwater to get used to the temperature in one go. After adapting, Namjoon flailed around happily while he trudged in the waters; you watched him endearingly.

"Come here." he beckoned you over and held your waist. "Let's ride some waves."

"Wh-what do we do?"

"We chase after the peak of the wave right before it crashes, and jump. Whoever misses the timing, will probably get carried underwater and back to shore."

"Well that doesn't sound very fun." You worried.

"I got you." he grinned as he pulled you closer to him.

You smiled and nervously wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Here's one now!" he pointed. "Ready on 3--"

"Jump!" You gasped as the wave came crashing down on both of you.

You rolled around as the current took you where it pleased and you found yourself back on shore, catching your breath. You glanced around and found Namjoon nearby, also washed up on the sand.

You laughed and walked over to him.

"Sometimes life gets you down." he shrugged.

You grinned warmly and reached out to help him up. He grabbed your arm and pulled you down so that you lay on top of his bare chest. Exhaling, he placed his hands behind his head and stared at you. You blushed and averted your eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" he questioned.

You glanced at him shyly and nodded. "Of course."

"I saw the video of you and Jungkook by chance."

Your eyes widened.

"What's going on between you two?"

You worried that Namjoon would get the wrong idea so you blurted out the truth. "We're helping each other learn by pretending to date...since we're both inexperienced at dating."

"Why are you trying to learn so hard?" he wiped a droplet from your cheek.

"I want to be a match for a more experienced person faster." You admitted.

Namjoon cupped your cheek and kissed you. "But having the experience for the experience is part of the journey, Y/N."

You stared at him curiously.

"No one's sexual preferences and sexual chemistry match right away. It takes time to learn about each other and with each other. In essence, everybody is inexperienced with someone new." he stated.

"But you don't seem to be." You frowned.

He chuckled. "That's not true. I'm always nervous when it comes to you."

"Nervous?" You blinked. "I make you nervous?"

"Of course." he laughed. "You take things I do, and pick up on it right away. It surprises me and it makes me wonder who's learning from whom."

You smiled.

He kissed you. "Plus you're gorgeous, and we're just so similar that I connect with you faster. Maybe it's cause we've known each other?"

"You think we connect?" You beamed.

"You don't?"

"I'm not really sure how it feels to connect or not connect..." You hummed.

Namjoon fiddled with the strings of your bathing suit again and bit his lip seductively. "Shall I teach you?"

You grinned and bent down to kiss him fervently, not minding the small waves lightly hitting you two.

Soon enough, clothes were strewn on to the untainted white sand, and you and Namjoon found solace behind a large boulder. Once again, your bodies were tangled around each other, but this time, you two were giggling and laughing as the sand tickled and stuck to your bodies.

"Let's try something. An experiment." he hummed.

You tilted your head. "What is it?"

He grabbed a pinch of sand and rubbed it around your nipple. You groaned at the rough sensation.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Surprisingly...yes." You exhaled with a blush.

"What does it feel like?"

"Instead of one thing stimulating it, each grain feels like 10 things stimulating it. Plus the extra friction feels fantastic." You analyzed breathlessly.

"You see? Even I'm learning something new." he grinned.

"I'm glad." You shied.

"Relax." Namjoon caressed your cheek. "You always get hesitant with me. What is it?"

You looked down. "You're just so much more experienced. I don't know if I'm doing it right or if I'm getting all the fun instead of you...and--"

Namjoon bit your bottom lip to stop you from speaking. "I never accept things half way, Y/N. You know that."

You stared at Namjoon curiously, your heart flipping in your chest.

"Teaching you is fun, Y/N." his eyes darkened. "I've never had someone so willing to learn before, and it's such a turn on. So don't ever think it's a burden."

You smiled gently as you two shared another kiss. It was a bit relieving to know that he didn't think your inexperience was a downfall, but a strength in seducing him.

You two stayed on the beach (with clothes on eventually) until night fell. Namjoon wrapped a blanket around the two of you as he started a little fire in the fire pit.

"I come here a lot to take a good look at the stars." he confessed. "I felt like you would appreciate the view too."

You glanced up at the night sky, twinkling with constellations so clearly like an open page of a freshly pressed book.

"Wow..." You gawked. "You never get to see this in the city."

"No." Namjoon chuckled. "No you don't. This is why I love travelling. You get to see so many things, meet so many people, and you get cool spots like this to share with others."

You smiled. "That's why I moved to Seoul."

Namjoon glanced at you. "Why?"

"To see what you see when you're travelling. To see things from a different perspective than the one I've always known."

"And? How do you like it?" Namjoon nudged.

You smiled to yourself. "I can't imagine my life any other way now. I've met so many people I probably would've never encountered back at home."

Namjoon grinned. "But I guess I'm thankful you didn't realize it sooner."

"Hm?" You locked eyes with him and he intertwined your fingers.

"Because then we wouldn't have met and re-met. Everything fell to place to lead us to this moment, and I'm grateful for it."

You blushed, then gasped as you spotted that the marshmallow Namjoon was melting had caught on fire.

"Joon!" You grabbed the stick and put out the flame.

Namjoon cracked up. "Woops."

"This is so like you." you smiled at him amused.

"You think so?" he questioned. "I don't think many people can say that."

"Why not?"

"I don't stay long enough for them to truly understand me."

You blinked, taking his statement in. "Do you think I understand you?"

Namjoon smiled. "I think it's more important you understand yourself before trying to understand me."

You furrowed your brow. "I don't get it..."

He laughed. "Me neither. I just spouted something random that sounded interesting."

You smiled as he attempted to make another s'more, but you mulled over his words that he had brushed aside as nothing, knowing full well it meant something.

"Please stop. You and Mr. Park are both freaking me out now." Jungkook groaned as you waltzed into work, glowing from your crush-filled weekend.

You tried to control your usually blank expression, but you couldn't help grinning. Any thought of the weekend filled you immensely with butterflies, and you were constantly thinking about it, meaning the butterflies never dissipated.

Jungkook sighed and placed a pastry and coffee on your desk. "Thought you might be tired, but I guess not."

"What's this?" You blinked.

"Oh. A bakery opened up near my place and it's actually really good."

"Oh! I've been to that bakery!" Hoseok grinned. "I go there every morning now!"

You bit into the pastry and your eyes widened. "Wow! It's fantastic! Oh my goodness!"

"Right?" Hoseok clapped. "Ah my mouth is watering looking at it right now."

You glared and turned away from Hoseok, afraid he would snatch your breakfast up.

"Like I'd steal from a little girl." Hoseok rolled his eyes. "Eat it before Mr. Park comes."

"Or else what?" Jimin appeared and bit a piece of the pastry off, much to everyone's surprise.

"Were you...under my desk???" You bellowed.

"Mmm...maybe?" Jimin grinned innocently.

You glanced at Jungkook and he shook his head; he hadn't noticed him either.

"Let me guess." You sighed. "You were going to plan another surprise confetti parade, but Jungkook and I came sooner than you thought so you couldn't."

"Bingo!" Jimin grinned as he snatched the rest of your pastry. "This shit is good. Let's get some more tomorrow morning-- for everyone!"

"MR. PARK!" You yelled as you realized he had eaten everything.

"You shouldn't be screaming my name, Y/N. Jungkook might get jealous." he patted your cheek smugly.

You curled your fingers, fighting the urge to strangle him.

"Here." Jungkook shoved another into your mouth, shutting you up. "I was going to save it for later, but you can have it."

"Or you could share!" Jimin cackled and forced Jungkook's face into the pastry hanging in your mouth too.

"JIMIN." Hoseok scolded.

Jimin immediately scurried away, singing some love song cheekily. Jungkook blushed as he took a bite anyway and stepped back. You blinked, always being taken aback by his shyness.

"Finish it, if you want." he hummed and hurried away from the cubicle, leaving you and Hoseok puzzled.

You shrugged and continued eating happily.

Namjoon: Hope you're not too tired at work! I got to sleep in today haha

You giggled as you read his message.

"Jungkook! She's cheatinggg!" Jimin pried your phone away from you and lunged at your partner across the cubicle.

"Chi--Mr. Park!" Jungkook groaned. "I'm trying to do some work for once."

"But she's texting Namjoon." he pouted. "That's cheating."

Jungkook exhaled and turned around. You glanced at him worriedly. You had been in your own little world all morning that you hadn't taken a good look at Jungkook all day. He appeared absolutely exhausted.

"Mr. Park. We're only dating; we're not exclusive." Jungkook finally put his foot down. "So she can text whoever the hell she wants."

You frowned at his tone of voice. For some reason it upset and irked you; the entire statement and the sheer nonchalance behind it. But why would you want Jungkook to care about you messaging Namjoon? He had known your feelings from the beginning, so it was natural of him to react without care.

Jimin returned your phone sadly. "Jungkook yelled at me."

Suddenly, someone snorted and retorted, "It's about damn time he did. He's been taking too much of your shit."

Jimin and Jungkook perked up immediately.

"Noona!"

"Babe!" Jimin grinned.

"Hi love." the Receptionist appeared, still as gorgeous as ever. "You forgot your lunch so I decided to drop it off and check on my lovely, hard working interns, who have to be tortured by you every day."

Jimin huffed. "You don't have to put it like that."

She smiled and ruffled Jungkook's hair. "Take it easy, buddy. If you need a break from later, let me know. You worked lots of shifts this weekend at the station."

Jungkook yawned and nodded. "Will do, Noona."

Then she turned to you and grinned. "Oh and I have something for you, Y/N."

"Me?"

"Special delivery." she winked and pulled out a tiny mason jar from inside her purse. You marveled at it, and immediately knew that it was a present from Namjoon. It contained the white sand from the beach you two were in and a few seashells you had watched him collect during your stroll together.

The little card attached read, "To remember our first trip together :) -Joon"

Jimin grabbed his girlfriend's wrist dangerously, his aura noticeably changing. "We need to talk."

The Receptionist smirked knowingly. "I'm afraid it's classified even from you, babe."

"Oh come on!" Jimin whined. "I think I know but I can't know until you confirm it!"

"No way ~" she sang playfully.

"Babe, come on! I'll go down on you for a week!"

"Oh please. You'll go down on me if I tell you to anyway." she stuck her tongue out.

Yours and Jungkook's eyes widened in shock at their openly candid conversation.

"Oi lovebirds." Hoseok rolled his eyes. "Please stop talking about your sex life in my building."

"It's my building too." Jimin retorted.

"It was his longer though." the Receptionist jeered.

Jimin huffed.

"I'll see you at home." she kissed Jimin on the cheek, which instantly quelled his annoyance.

"See ya." he smiled softly.

Jungkook coughed, "Whipped."

Jimin glared at him while you and Hoseok cracked up.

You panicked as your car began sputtering wildly in the middle of a dark, unknown road, and all of a sudden, it broke down.

It was the end of the week, and you had decided to go out and eat with some of your classmates to wind down. You had no idea how to get there, not having explored the city enough since you were busy with work and school all the other times before. You were on your way back in the cover of the night, already nervous and anxious, and as if to make matters worse, it began to torrentially downpour. You clutched the wheel as you shook with fear.

As stoic as your face usually was and as mature and collected as you appeared to be, thunder and lightning were two things that could break down your iron defense. Even as a young girl, you had been terribly frightened of storms because of the impending possibility of thunder and lightning.

Now, you were living your worst fear. You weren't in the safety of your home, curled up in your bed, drowning out the sounds with loud music, and willing yourself to sleep. You were in the middle of the storm; your car broken down along with your sanity. You shook fervently, taking great pains to steady your hands to grab your phone. Hurriedly, you called a few people, praying the calls would go through to someone. You frantically called Namjoon multiple times, but the storm was so bad that the reception was hazy for all the numbers you tried.

You gripped the steering wheel and wept, immobile and frightened.

"This is what happens when I try to go out." you whined.

Suddenly, light tapping was heard on your window and you gasped as a shadow stood beside you. You covered your ears, wondering if this was how it was all going to end for you.

"Y/N." Another series of knocks was heard. "You okay? It's me."

Your heart fluttered at the familiar voice, and you immediately lunged out of your car and into his arms.

"Y/N?" Jungkook called again worriedly as you buried your head into his chest.

His confusion dissipated and his body relaxed when he realized that you were shaking and sobbing against him.

"What happened?" he frowned as he pulled his umbrella fully over you and rubbed your back comfortingly.

"How'd you know I was here?" You sniffled, your voice muffled into his chest.

"Well, I was on patrol and I recognized your car and license plate. I know you don't live anywhere near here and you weren't moving so I thought I'd come check on you."

You tightened your embrace around him as you heard the thunder erupt angrily through the Earth.

"My car broke down..." You admitted softly. "And I'm afraid of thunder and lightning."

"What? I didn't catch the last part?" Jungkook asked.

"I'M AFRAID OF THUNDER AND LIGHTNING!" You pulled your head out of his chest to scream.

His eyes widened as he witnessed your tear-stricken face for the first time. He frowned and wiped your tears away.

"You can go laugh at me." You averted your eyes.

He exhaled. "Why would I laugh at you? As far as fears go, yours is more logical than mine."

You smiled warmly, knowing he was making fun of his own fear of girls just to calm you down. Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up the sky and you once again took refuge in his chest. He chuckled and patted your head.

"You know, you're really cute like this."

You gently punched his arm. "Shut up."

"What do you want to do? Want me to take you home?" he softened.

You shook your head. "I don't want to be alone."

"I'll take you to my apartment then." he hummed. "Okay?"

"Okay." You agreed. "Oh and Jungkook..."

"Hm?"

You stepped back and looked at the ground. "Don't tell Namjoon about this fear of mine..."

"Why not?"

"It's a little uncool. I want him to see me as mature and having a good handle on life."

Jungkook sighed and nodded. "I don't feel like I'll ever speak to him so chummily, so don't worry about that."

You smiled.

"Take everything you need from your car and we can go."

You grabbed your purse, sunglasses, and all the documents you kept in your car. Jungkook cocked an eyebrow at you judgingly.

"I like working from home?" You grinned weakly.

He rolled his eyes, and wrapped his arm around you to keep you close. Your lips curled up at his warmth as he guided you to his car. You always found yourself indebted to Jungkook, for his kindness and for his knack of appearing when you needed him most.

You watched him scurry to the driver's seat frantically after dropping you into the car.

"Oh shit, this rain is insane. Why did you go out today of all days?" he cursed.

You snorted. "You know I asked myself the same thing just before you arrived."

Jungkook chuckled. "We'll get you dry and toasty in no time. I have some fantastic hot chocolate at my place."

"You make it from scratch?" You teased.

"Oh please. Keurig cups is where it's at now."

"Wow, you don't even do the water and powder anymore, huh? Where have all the good men gone?" You bantered.

"Diss my hot chocolate anymore and I'll kick you out of this car." he bantered. "You have gone too far."

You clapped your hands together in apology. "I apologize for my rudeness."

Jungkook chuckled. "Open that compartment in front of you. You'll find my headphones and Ipod. You can drown out the thunder that way and just close your eyes to block out the lightning."

You smiled as you did as he suggested. "Thank you Jungkook."

"Hey, what're fake boyfriends for?" he grinned.

You covered his hand on his gearshift warmly. He intertwined your fingers reassuringly, and you fell into a trance listening to his ballad playlist.

A few minutes later, you two rushed into his apartment hurriedly to get out of the storm before it became even more violent. With sigh, you collapsed onto Jungkook's floor, praising the Heavens that you had been saved and were now in shelter with good company.

"You okay?" Jungkook chuckled as he knelt down to pat your head.

"Yeah. That was rough."

"That's the most emotional I've seen you..." he smirked. "Other than when you're screaming my name in bed of course."

You glared up at him, but he cheekily padded to one of his rooms.

"I mean, what would you have done without me?" he teased.

"Well, I was trying to reach a few people." You mumbled, annoyed.

"Oh? Who?"

"Just...some people..." You averted your eyes.

Jungkook stepped out and gave you a suspicious look. "Was I...one of them?"

"Uh well...you were next...maybe..." you muttered under your breath, hoping he wouldn't really hear you.

Suddenly, Jungkook snatched your phone from your grip and checked your call history.

"Hey!" You argued. "Invasion of privacy!"

"There's no privacy between us after you gave me your phone password." he hummed as he scrolled.

You pouted, embarrassed. The next few seconds of unnerving silence made you sweat nervously.

"You called Namjoon three times?! And none of these numbers are mine!" Jungkook huffed angrily as he handed your phone back to you. "Why didn't you call me?"

You frowned. "You're always coming to my rescue...Namjoon told me not to lean on you too much cause it might look bad for you as a police officer...and I don't want to be a burden...."

"When did I ever say you were a burden?" Jungkook snapped. "Why do I have to come to your rescue as a cop and not as a friend?"

Your eyes widened. He really did have a point. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you. It was unlike Jungkook to be open about his feelings or be upset at all for that matter. The look of hurt on him squeezed your heart. You didn't like that face on him.

"Jungkook, I'm so--"

Jungkook handed you a towel and a pair of his sweats, averting his eyes from you. "The bath should be ready. Go wash up so you don't get sick. Just chuck your clothes out of the bathroom so I can throw it in the wash."

You looked down and nodded. Even when he was mad at you he was taking care of you. Jungkook was such a great guy.

You grabbed the items from him.

"Thank you..." You smiled sadly.

Jungkook nodded curtly and disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later, you jumped into the shower and as he instructed, you threw your dirty clothes out of the bathroom. You listened intently, waiting for him to take them, and praying he would initiate conversation, that he wasn't truly mad at you.

"Um...you threw out your bra and underwear too..." Jungkook's panicked voice echoed from behind the door.

"Um yeah...I need them cleaned too?" You grinned, figuring that would catch his attention and horror enough to speak to you.

"But..."

"Jungkook...are you freaking out about my undergarments? After you've touched them and what they're covering countless of times?" You chuckled.

"It's not the same context!" he hollered. "I can't believe--"

"You don't have to if --"

"Ugh. I'll just cover it with your other clothes so I don't have to touch it." he muttered.

"Stop treating it like it's contaminated!"

"Who knows, Y/N? Who knows..." he hummed.

"I KNOW! IT'S MINE!" You bellowed.

"Yeah, yeah." Jungkook huffed and you heard his feet padding away from the bathroom.

After you changed and dried your hair, you shuffled to the living room where you heard the TV. Jungkook was in his oversized sweats already too, ready for bed. You sat beside him quietly, trying to feel out the situation.

"How was your school friend hangout?" he questioned softly.

You smiled. "Fun. But nothing beats sitting on the couch in my pajamas."

"You need to get out more."

"Seriously?" You snorted. "From the person who goes to the grocery store at an odd hour so he wouldn't have to run into females?"

He shoved a pillow into your face. "Shut up."

You grabbed the pillow and placed it neatly on his lap. His eyes widened as you laid down and rested on your head on it.

"I'm exhausted, and I had a few drinks."

"You were drinking and driving?" he asked sullenly. "I could fine you for that."

"I was already sober by the time I was driving, please." You rolled your eyes and threw the pillow away, preferring his legs instead.

Jungkook became flustered and you grinned, snuggling up into his stomach. His clothes always smell fantastic-- a mix of soap and laundry detergent. A combination of the simple pleasures in life.

"Thanks again Jungkook...and sorry." You hummed before letting your exhaustion take over.

Jungkook relaxed and stroked your hair gently.

About an hour later, after his show ended, he grabbed your phone from your pocket. Sifting through the numbers, he exhaled and swiped on a name.

"Y/N?"

"Hey, Namjoon...it's Jungkook." Jungkook bit his lip hesitantly.

"Oh. Hey -- is Y/N okay?"

"Yeah, her car broke down and luckily I was on patrol at the time, so I took her to my apartment to wash up. But I know she tried to call you multiple times, but signal was shoddy so yeah...I figured I'd just reach out to you since she probably wanted to but fell asleep instea."

Namjoon was silent for a few seconds and Jungkook looked around his living room, wondering if he had said something weird.

"You want me to pick her up?" Namjoon finally spoke, mild confusion laced in his tone.

"Um well, it's more so she probably wants you to pick her up. She didn't even call me for help, but called you three times." Jungkook chuckled. "I figured she might be more comfortable with you in that case."

Namjoon chuckled. "I don't know about that, but I really appreciate your call, Jungkook. Text me your address and I'll pick her up soon."

"Sure thing."

He quickly messaged Namjoon his apartment address and mumbled to your sleeping figure. "Aren't I the best wingman, hm? You're going to owe me big time for this."

And surely enough, a few minutes later, his doorbell rang. Jungkook grabbed his phone and remotely unlocked his door.

"Go Cloud, go! Attack!" he whispered playfully, but the dog remained in his little bed without a care.

"Jungkook?" Namjoon poked his head in.

"Yeah, come on in! She's sleeping on my legs so I can't come greet you!" he called out half-heartedly.

Namjoon came into view, in matching sweats and a bright red bucket hat. Jungkook fought back the urge to chuckle at his fashion.

"Sorry for the intrusion." Namjoon bowed and put on slippers respectfully.

"No worries. I was the one that called you over." Jungkook nudged you roughly.

"What?" You snapped and shoved his face away, annoyed at being stirred so rudely.

Namjoon was a bit surprised at your behavior.

Jungkook snorted. "Yah. Namjoon's here to take you home or wherever."

"Stop pulling my leg, stupid Jungkook." You swatted at him sleepily and gripped at his sweater. "You just want me to get off you."

Jungkook sang. "You're going to regret doing these when you wake up ~"

"I'll just pick her up." Namjoon offered.

"You sure? She's a bit heavy..." Jungkook questioned.

"Yeah, I got it." He scooped you up in his arms, wobbling a little as he tried to adjust to the new weight.

Jungkook felt a peculiar knot in his stomach at the sight of you curling into the side of Namjoon's neck.

"Thanks for taking care of her, Jungkook." Namjoon glanced at him deeply. "I'll take care of her from here."

Jungkook's stomach dropped at the statement initially, but he soon chuckled to himself and matched the intensity of Namjoon's gaze to show that he was serious as well.

"Please take excellent care of her then... she's all yours."

PART 7: FINALE

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