#there’s a Mitski song this fic is Automatically comfort

[rafeysbafey]

hey! i love your fics and was wondering if you could do a fic based on mitskis song ‘my love mine all mine’ ( mostly the part “nothing i do belongs to me”)

I was thinking maybe reader thinks rafe is using her for s-x and maybe she thinks that rafe doesn’t love her and becomes distant?

if you can’t it’s totally okay! 🩷🎅🏻

LOWKEY dont know how to feel abt this fic i feel like i went off track im so sorry in advance

you sat in silence with the comforter pulled up to your chest as your eyes trailed after rafe, watching as he left to start a shower.

no aftercare, no checking to see if you were okay.

‘cause my love is mine, all mine

you and rafe were never dating, is what you had to constantly remind yourself.

but even with the whole ‘friends with benefits’ deal, he would still treat you like his girlfriend.

“coffee for you, m’lady,” he bowed, sticking out his hand to give you an iced latte.

you took it with a funny look, teasing him as you spoke, “is it poisoned?”

he gasped at your response, faking offense with sad eyes.

or when the two of you would lay in comfortable silence after sex, your body fitting perfectly next to his as he drew shapes across your skin.

“you hungry?” he asked, paying attention to how your stomach growled softly.

“only if you are.”

“ill take that as a yes,” he chuckled before grabbing his phone and typing in your favorite take-out restaurant.

but here you were, sitting in his bed by yourself as you listened to the water hit the tiled floor.

i love mine, mine, mine

deciding you weren’t going to wait for him, you slide out the bed and grabbed your clothes that were carelessly thrown across the room.

you didn’t hear much from him the day you left, but when it was close to midnight the next night, your phone pinged.

‘rafeeeeeee’

want 2 come ovr

?

you decided to ignore his text, not caring to respond as you tossed your phone to the side and continued to watch your show on Netflix.

the weekend went by with you ignoring rafe, leaving the boy confused as he left voicemails asking what was wrong.

it was cheesy, but you guys really didn’t spend even a day apart, always hanging out or sleeping over at each others houses.

you were getting ready for school when you heard a car honk outside, your brows furrowing together before realizing who it was.

rafe always picked you up for school, you just forgot to tell him not to today.

sighing, you answered the front door but froze when you came face to face with the boy, an iced latte in his hand and a frown covering his features.

“you’ve been ignoring me,” he automatically said, hurt laced in his voice as you stood there in silence.

“can we not do this right now?” you asked, voice quiet as if someone else were listening to the conversation.

“i just want to know why my girl hasn’t been responding to my texts or calls.”

your body flinched ever so slightly at the words ‘my girl,’ catching you off guard as you looked at him in shock.

“im not ‘your girl,’ rafe,” you stated, although the quiver in your voice seemed to give it away.

“you’re always my girl-”

“then why have you been treating me so different lately?”

nothing in the world belongs to me

it was his turn to freeze in place, mouth opening to speak but nothing coming out.

“I just-” he cut himself off before running his free hand through his hair, “i just got scared, okay?”

“scared of what?”

“falling in love with you!”

your eyes widened at his confession, rafe’s mouth immediately snapping shut at the realization.

“I shouldn’t have said that- i shouldn’t have said anything.”

“rafe,” you mumbled, eyes searching in his for any sign of regret or bluff.

“you shouldn’t be afraid, i think- no i know,” you corrected, “i know im falling for you.”

his shoulders fell in relief at your response, eyes lighting up as a small blush painted his face.

“really? you’re not just saying that, right?”

you let out a small laugh before shaking your head, “im not.”

“well, will you take this iced latte and make me the happiest man on earth, and be my girlfriend?” he stuck out the cup as he got on one knee.

“rafe you’re making this weird!” you laughed, grabbing both his shoulders and yanking him up.

“but yes, i would love an iced latte.”

“and?” he asked, brow raising as he pretended to get impatient.

“oh, yes i will be your girlfriend.”

but my love mine, all mine, all mine

[hotcat37]

I absolutely adore both your deaf!Jere and IKEA Jance stories so I'm sending 8, 11, 12, 15, 17, 20, 22, 36, 41, 44, 51, 55 and 60. You can do both for all or pick the pairing that you prefer for each number. Thank you 😊

OMG I'm so happy you like my fics so much!! 😭😭 I'll do deaf!Bojere first and later I'll post the IKEA Jance version too and tag you in it <3

8: what happens if one of them gets sick?

Like in that one chapter where Jere is sick, Bojan would be very attentive and provide a lot of comfort. He's a no nonsense kind of caretaker so if Jere wants something that's not good for him while he's sick, the answer is a simple no. He is very gentle tho and understands that being sick reminds Jere of unpleasant memories so he's extra sweet with his angel <3

Jere might panic a little if Bojan is the sick one but composes himself quickly and does his best to help his boyfriend feel better asap. He'd probably do a lot of Google searches and cook Bojan some soup :3 If Bojan struggles to rest, he'll stay with him and verbally speak to Bojan until he drifts off to sleep♡

11: do they try to hide their emotions if upset?

I actually don't think this couple in particular struggles with that. Bojan and Jere are both emotional and sensitive and communication is a big part of what makes their relationship work so well. They're each other's safe spaces and so I don't think they'd ever purposely try to hide how they feel from one another. If one of them does attempt to hide, though, I think the other would immediately notice and try to talk it out right away

12: do heated arguments happen often? How do they smooth things over?

In general, not really. They're both very in tune with the other's emotions so it's unlikely for big fights to happen between them. There could be arguments caused by smaller things tho. For example: Jere is prone to doing things kind of last minute or taking a long time to get ready while Bojan is often anxious about being on time for things and this might make them clash sometimes. However they can never really stay mad at each other for long, there's too much love between them for that.

To smooth things over after an argument, Bojan is the one to buy flowers and (attempt) to make dinner while Jere will verbally apologize and explain his reasoning for behaving a certain way/acknowledging when he was in the wrong

15: do they always say I love you before leaving?

It's not something they necessarily pay attention to. They always make sure to say goodbye but they tell each other I love you multiple times a day so it's not a thing they specifically say before going somewhere. Unless it's when one of them is going back home to their respective country, in that case there's always several love confessions before leaving :")

17: who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

Hmm I'd say Bojan. He's for sure the kind of guy to do silly romantic things like spin Jere around and dip him before kissing him. Especially after a drink or two, Bojan can get really passionate and if Jere is within grabbing range, trust that he WILL be grabbed (Jere quite enjoys it tho 🤭)

20: choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship

My Love Mine All Mine-Mitski <3

My baby, here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth🎶

22: what reminds them of each other?

Bojan: baby seals (because of Jere's voice) and the colors neon green and yellow are things he automatically associates with his angel Jere: roses (Bojan has kind of a thing with those flowers) and just hearing foreign languages in general because them taking the same class in uni is what brought them together <3

36: who's most likely to fire up the stove at 2AM because the other is hungry

Jere 100%. Bojan would try to be secretive about it and slip out of bed in search of food but once Jere notices and has his hearing aids in, one stomach growl from Bojan and it's over. Doesn't matter if it's the middle of the night, Jere will be making his man something to eat damn it!!

41: which one would take off their jacket and drape it over the other's shoulders?

Jere is more accustomed to the cold so it isn't uncommon for him to ditch his coat in favor of wrapping it around a shivering Bojan who once again miscalculated how cold it'd be lol If they're standing still they'll just share a jacket :3

44: who would dance in the kitchen making dinner?

Bojan is usually banned from the kitchen so he'll often just stand in the doorway like a lost dog while Jere sways and gets dinner ready. In moments like these Bojan would ask to do something simple like washing the lettuce but he really just wants to dance with Jere lmao

51: what's a non verbal way they say I love you?

Bojan is an acts of service kind of guy (getting breakfast ready while Jere sleeps, driving his angel around whenever he needs) while Jere is very physically affectionate and will shower Bojan with kisses and hugs. And because Bojan loves hearing his voice, he'll also just babble random stuff to make Bojč happy <3

55: do they like watching clouds or star gazing?

They're more into stargazing :P Both of them are pretty high energy so it's pretty likely that they'll end a night out by looking at the stars for another hour before heading back home

60: who pulls the other closer when they're sleeping?

Bojan <3 He can't control his cuteness aggression so if he wakes up in the middle of the night or early in the morning, and he sees Jere's sleepy face, he just has to pull him closer to his body for a hug💞

[savventeen]

🎧 for the ask game please? i'd like some song recommendations because my playlist is like 80% kpop help-

but also!!! hihi savv i hope you're having a good day today ily ♡♡♡

OMG HI XANTHE!!!! 💙✨ i hope ur having a good day too!!!!

okay im gonna go ahead and give u a few bc ur the only one to send one in so far and i have So Many songs i want to write fic for sjdjdkkddk (narrowing it down to three was actually really hard lmao)

first up i'm gonna give you i will by mitski

so stay with me / hold my hand / there's no need / to be brave and all the quiet things you bear / seal them up with care / no one needs to know they're there / for i will hold them for you 'cause all i've ever wanted is here / all i ever wanted / all i want is / always you / it's always you and we're not out of the tunnel / i bet you, though, there's an end and while you sleep / i'll be scared / so by the time you wake / i'll be brave

this makes me want to write qpr reader x member emotional hurt/comfort. like, just them being vulnerable with each other and holding each other (both physically and emotionally) and reader knowing that while they worry for member, member worries just as much over them and. idk, being brave for the people you care about and having it not automatically equal romance :')

(also mitski's one of my all-time fav artists so if u like this song u should check out her entire discography, her songs make me Feel Things, in like, the experiencing the human condition kinda way)

[putting the rest under a readmore bc i apparently have a lot to say OOPS]

okay next i'm gonna give you sweet time by porter robinson [cw: death mention]

and i feel so stupid / 'cause i wasn't scared of this before / but since i met you / i don't wanna die no more so take a long time / 'cause, oh, the world is lucky to be your home, i know / i need a next life / 'cause i'm not satisfied to know you just once / so take a long time

this makes me want to write some kind of reincarnation/reality-hopping au So Bad. just like, the idea of meeting someone and wanting to know everything about them, and not just the them of now, but every them that could and would have been. idk what the plot would actually be, but [member of choice] needs to find you in all these different realities for Reasons and in getting to know all these yous, comes to love all these different parts of you. sometimes it's romantic, sometimes it's platonic, but it's always with the same dedication

but yeah. "i need a next life, 'cause i'm not satisfied to know you just once" ughhhh. love this so much

(also another favorite artist of mine, specifically his album 'nurture'. listen to that shit on repeat so often lol)

okay lastly im gonna give you it happened quiet by aurora [cw: blood mention]

feathers falling out of the pillow / as if time is standing still / i can’t remember much more / but i know it happened quiet / so quiet you fell apart / like a stone can be broken into sand / a thousand pieces / spread across a crying land / and you can’t remember that day / but you know it happened quiet / so quiet / words falling out through the window / all that remains is a silent call / is the earth colored red? / as i land like a flower on the meadow are your dreams as dead as they seem? / don’t you speak over my voice / i will return from the shadows / and i’ll bleed in your bed / turn it red / like the ground outside your window / love is wild

i would love love LOVE to write a dark fairytale/fantasy fic for this, like!!! god, the vibe of this song feels like those stories that start off soft and fairytale-esque but by the end you realize it's actually a dark kind of warning and not a happily-ever-after.

so the basic idea i have would be something along the lines of: reader was once like, a forest guardian or something, and at one point a human came along and was like "let me live in ur forest pls" and they were skeptical but eventually let them as long as they didn't hurt the forest at all. so the human builds themself a little cottage in the clearing and doesn't hurt the forest and so reader lets themself start to get to know the human and oops! they end up falling in love (bad idea) and in a moment of vulnerability, the human attacks them, nearly kills them, and curses them so they can't protect their forest anymore. bc lo and behold, little human is actually a greedy bastard from the nearby kingdom wanting to take all the resources here.

fast forward a bit, and [member of choice] who has some magical abilities, starts getting really weird dreams about the forest on the other side of the kingdom. cue member being enlisted to help reader enact their revenge plot to save their forest (and also maybe reach some righteous havoc while they're at it) and they become best 'villain' bros the end :')

(once again, love aurora so much, i highly recommend checking out her discography haha)

send me a “🎧” and i’ll give you a non-kpop song i want to someday use as fic inspiration

[voidcat]

—pink of the snow

Characters: Dazai Osamu/gn!reader

Genre & wc: fluf/comfort – 1.1k

a/n; Happy Valentine’s Day (again!!) this can be read separately but if anyone’s wondering this has a part 1 leading to this. The song mentioned is obviously Nobody by Mitski. Yes I’m ok I swear (I almost named this “Pink in The Night” I am rotting...) — part one

One afternoon, a knocking on your door though you’re not expecting anyone for the day.

Upon opening the door, the chill of the day barges in with a sudden little breeze but neither of these things are the source of the chill going up your spine.

And there stands Dazai Osamu, with a bottle of wine you can’t see the name of; yet from the looks of it, it’s one you’re positive he didn’t pay for.

“What better way to get warm on a chilly winter day than a glass of wine?” he says with a smile, ‘shared with someone’ hanging from his lips to finish his line.

With nothing else to do on your part and his determined posture on the other side, you sigh and stand aside. “Take off that stinky coat as you get inside.”

You can hear him complain behind you, mumbling about ‘what smell’ and ‘what’s it with people always telling him he smells?’, you decide to leave it at that, already entering the living room to sit by the window.

He comes several seconds later, sitting across you, the coat nowhere to be seen and the bottle still in his hand.

The name Petrus catches your eye, with an eyebrow rising, “I can put it in the drive and you can reveal to me how you found this address.”

“It was pure luck.” He hands out the bottle and you know he’s yelling the truth.

Dazai Osamu has many ways of obtaining intel but none of them for the home address of someone he already knows, and his looks alone tell you he found out out of the blue.

“Atsushi and I were investigating a rumor and he saw you by the door. I suppose you had earphones in because he calle do it your name but you just swayed in through the door.”

“And you decided showing up uninvited with a bottle of stolen quality wine?” You state more than ask.

“You could say that.” He replies with a shrug and one of those small smiles you like, “although it’s more borrowed than stolen.”

“I’ll make sure to tell the owner this was all your idea.”

And surprisingly, the rest, flies away like the day with Yosano, if not faster.

The light gentler than usual, the air calm, the wine tastes great and soon your fears of Chuuya –you have been informed that was his name— beaming through your ceiling gone with each sip you take.

So, what do you do when you’re alone with all the time in the world to yourself?, Dazai asks and you unlock your phone, hitting the shuffle button. A song starts building up, the lyrics contrasting the melody as usual, your cat glaring at him from your room and you find yourself laughing, clutching at your stomach whenever you meet his eyes.

He, Dazai, seems confused at first, until he follows your gaze, “You weren’t joking about the cat” his voice falters and ends up worsening your fit of laughter, face hurting, mouth desperately begging for a break.

Yet there’s something about their expressions that keeps you shedding tears of joy, you cannot recall the last time you cried if that, and you keep drinking and laughing and taking and watching him, as the light grows gentler, as it turns Golden and dances on his skin.

You think, maybe sunsets were made for him.

Any other winter day feels blank and stale, like food without spice or love in the process; bland and lacks taste, lacks a touch of personality, a sense of familiarity.

Yet here is today, as the day ends, it gains color, brought back to life in the dead of winter, the hue turned into something sweeter as Mitski comes on with honey in her voice and poison in her lyrics —though they don’t hurt for the first time in a while.

Pretending they’re about a regular life, or love, or something soft and known and lived is easier now in this very moment you find yourself in.

So you get up, your body commands, as another song begins, the glass still in your hand and you can hear Dazai complaining about a lyric.

“You heard her loud and clear; did its people want too much?” You say, taking a few steps away as you feel yourself floating away.

Taking a sip whenever you’re not singing, swaying or spinning, you can feel his eyes on your form moving.

It’s impressive how quick you’ve gone from converting to… whatever state the two of you are tangled in but it feels nice, you decide, and the sounds are welcome. You think, ‘What better way to dance your heart out to a song about loneliness than this very moment you’re wrapped in?’

The second verse begins and you go back and forth, back and forth and back and forth again. Throwing your head behind and drink what remains in your glass, you twirl your arms in the air and turn once.

Place the glass on the table and pull him by the wrist.

Back and forth and back and forth again, repeat and spin and soon he joins in following your cue, moving along to the sound and the melody and the air surrounding. Holding your hand above your head and making room for another spin for you, catching by the end and it feels natural somehow. Like you’ve danced many dances before, not only to this song but to countless more.

Face to face again and it’s slowed down, with limited movements, small and calculated, more swaying and the best rises, so does your energy, in sync and the sky pink.

Winter evenings, you recall, are the best when they’re painted in pastel shades of lavender and pink, soft and oozing, comforting and carrying a piece of spring. Snow begins again a little shy, as the song reaches an end and begins to fade away.

Your hand in Dazai’s, you’re not sure when that happened, and he leans in for a kiss, as a lonely snow flake rests against your window sill, beginning to melt as soon as it touched the surface that seems to carry the warmth of his lips.

“What was that for?” You ask, you think, you’re not quite certain if you’re spoken out loud or if you asked with your body.

“One good honest kiss.”

Dazai says as if it’s something so simple, in the open and easy to acquire, just like that, like a snapping of fingers.

The rest of the song echoes in your head after his words as the two of you lean into one another.

You suppose it is something so simple, in a pink night like tonight.

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