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hello! could you possibly do a scenario where tsukki has a secret passion for dancing, n one of his favs genres to listen to is like 80's music ?? i prefer it to be like raining n dark, just you two. i want tsukki n the girl to be like rly good friends, but tuskki lowkey likes her jus a bit n the girl is like totes in love with him, but they dont rly know about each other, until they like kiss after the songs stops. wkhsjdbf idk if this is too much but i love your writing sm!! thank you. 🥺❤

Okay that’s super cute so don’t worry lool

80s and indie music are SUPERIOR NO ONE TELL ME OTHERWISE.

I was looking through my playlist bc I have 80s songs but then I realised IT’S ALL ROCK LMFAO SO I HAD TO STEAL SONGS FROM MY FRIENDS JAHAHAH

Like I can’t make them dance to ACDC or like Guns n’ Roses wtf are they gonna do air guitars?

But then I realised I literally have a song called we can get together sooo👀👀👀👀

And I genuinely love it so much SOOOO👀👀

Earphones// Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: None lol I’m not even gonna warn for swearing anymore if it’s just swearing then none

Summary: You randomly discover Tsukishima’s knack for dancing.

You always saw him as a calm, or sly person. He was witty, mean, sarcastic, an asshole in every way possible. He was that one person that would call everyone out for looking stupid while dancing at a party, or the one that would remind couples on Valentine's day that it was to celebrate the death of a tortured and beheaded saint. He was pretty much the most no-bullshit person you’ve ever met. It was as if he simply didn’t understand the meaning of enjoyment, and thrived to seek out every opportunity to ruin it for others as well. He rarely went to social events, never showed up at parties, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile genuinely. Ever.

Yet tonight, you witnessed something you never thought would happen.

You see, every night, you would take a good old stroll around your neighbourhood. Tonight was no different, except it was pouring, the constant pitter patter of your umbrella clouding out any other sound that was coherent. Sometimes you might run into street vendors, other times you would get a bowl of ramen to fulfil your midnight hunger.

Walking along the street to your favourite convenience store, instead of an eerily empty park, what you saw was Tsukishima Kei, the one person you were somehow close to, sitting in a park, with no headphones on. What a shocker.

Ever since you gave him those iconic white headphones, he has never gone anywhere without them. It was as if those headphones were a staple of your friendship, or more so, how much he meant to you. Just saying, those things were expensive. Like eighteen thousand yen expensive. You knew how much Tsukishima enjoyed listening to music, especially whilst doing work. You saved up for months, just to scrape together enough money to get him a brand new pair of headphones to replace his broken ones that only worked in one ear and had shitty quality. You would never admit it, but something in your heart clenched at the sight of the absence of those headphones you spent so much on. Many might have thought you were just sensitive, but they didn’t understand. In fact, no one would understand how insanely in love you were with him.

“Hey, beanstalk.”

The blond looked up from his phone, his legs crossed on the bench.

“Well, would you look who’s here. It’s the infamous shorty.”

You approached his hunched-over figure, taking a seat next to him on the bench. “So, why are you here? It’s pretty late already.” Shoving your earphones into your ear, you hastily scrolled through your playlist, trying to hold off the urge to ask where his headphones were. “Lost my umbrella while going home from practise, it’s raining cats and dogs, I’m not looking to get soaked while going home, so I’m waiting for the rain to stop. Thank God I brought an extra sweater, my uniform is all wet and gross.” Chuckling, you punched him playfully, muttering a quick “Idiot,” before picking a song. You were very low-key about your feelings towards him. God knows how he would react if you ever told him. He would probably ignore you for the rest of your high school lives. Even worse, he might make fun of you for being childish and emotional. Just the thought of it sent shivers up your spine and a dark feeling towards your chest. Shaking your head, you tried your best to drown yourself in the terrifyingly loud music that was blasting through your earphones. From next to you, Tsukishima could hear every single note that was playing from the internal speakers. He scooted closer to you, much to your embarrassment. You grabbed your phone, pretending to scroll through it when in reality, you were just trying to hide the burning blush that was now painted on your cheeks. He paid attention to every little sound that came out of those tiny little earbuds, as if trying to figure out what song you were listening to was a fun game. Noticing the sudden absence of music in your left ear, you heard a tiny, almost breathy chuckle, followed by a pull on the earphone jack. “Pulp, hm? Nice taste you got there.” your eyes widened in surprise, mouth curling up into a wide smile. “Ahhh, never thought the great Tsukishima Kei would know them.” The blond smirked, shoving the rubber tip into his ear. “What do you mean? I have a playlist dedicated to this kind of stuff. 80s music will forever be superior.” You rolled your eyes, not falling for his shit. “Nonono, no way. Hand it over, I need to see for myself. I’m convinced you’re listening to raptor mating calls on a daily basis.” The blond shrugged, dropping his phone onto your lap. “See for yourself.” Opening up his Spotify, you were bombarded with a huge selection of his playlists. “Right there shorty, that’s the one you’re looking for?” Pointing his nimble finger at a specific one that was labeled “Old Stuff,” you scrolled through every single song, not believing what you’re seeing. “Holy shit, and I thought you would be into indie or EDM or something like that. This is some new information that I have to process.” Snatching his phone back, he wiped the screen with his sweater, turning it off. “That’s enough snooping for today. Come back at snooping hours again.”

It was at that moment, did the song decide to change.

“Yeah, no. We’re skipping this shit.” You acted sad, fake pouting and huffing out. “But Tsukishima! All Star is God’s work, you can’t just skip it! Here, I’ll sing it for you!” The blond tried to look at you in disgust, but the smile he was holding back was clear as day, biting his lip as he tried not to laugh at your silly antics. “Oh God (Y/N) please no-”

Too late.

“SomeBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORRRLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME, I AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEDDDD.”

“Absolutely not.” Laughing softly, Tsukishima managed to heave out.

Grabbing your phone and shoving it in front of your face, he unlocked it with ease, navigating his way through the five pages of otome games to find your Spotify. “Jesus Christ, never knew you were this desperate for a man.” The tips of his ears were red, one thought circling his mind.

If she really wanted a boyfriend, would she pick him?

Grabbing his arm, you begged for him to let you continue jamming to All Star. You were shaking him, trying to grab your phone, but nothing worked. “Nooo! Kei! Nooooo lemme listen to the Shrek sex anthem!”

“No.”

Scrolling through your usual playlist, his eyes landed on one particular song. “Hm? What’s this? You listen to Icehouse? Nice taste you got there.” Your grip on his arm loosened up as you looked up at him in shock. “You know them too! Yes! They’re very much adequate.” You stared in awe as the blond smiled from ear to ear, picking a song much to your dismay. “Yesss I love this song with my whole heart. My dinosaurs make way for this.” Hearing the similar synth, you instantly knew what he had picked. “Seriously? You like this song? It’s like cheesy as shit! This is so out of character for you oh my God Kei.” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, completely done with you. “It’s a good song, don’t come at me. Plus, if you think it’s so cheesy, then just delete it.” You frowned. You liked that it was cheesy. You always imagined someone singing it to you, most of the time this imaginary person being Tsukishima. “I like this song too, it’s fine.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence, your earphone jack being the only thing connecting you guys. The park felt weird. You felt weird. This whole situation was weirdly unreal. It was as if the two of you were stuck in a parallel universe, where you and Tsukishima were the only people that existed in that timeline. The silence was thick in the starry night sky, the streetlamps occasionally flickering as the song continued to play. Humming along to the addicting tune, you don’t even realise your body that’s starting to rock, arms swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the chorus.

“We can get together,“

“Get up.”

A hand comes into your sight, willing for you to take it as you feel another tug on your earphones.

“What?”

“You wanna dance, don’t you?”

Never in a million years, would the thought of Tsukishima being able to dance even cross your mind.

“What? It’s raining, I thought you said you didn’t wanna get soaked-”

“Just take my hand and dance with me.”

Hesitating a bit as you looked up at the blond, you raised a brow, grinning playfully as you let your hand fall into his, pulling yourself up and letting him take your other hand. You felt the cold droplets of water fall onto your skin and rolling off, the fabric of your shirt going damp.

“Just take one step forward,” he instructed, motioning for you to follow along with his dance moves. “Then take another step backwards. Everything else will come into place soon enough.” Lacing your fingers with his, the two of you danced in perfect sync, having the time of your lives. “I am learning so, so much about you right now and I’m all for it. Why’d you never tell me you could dance?” Tsukishima’s cheeks went a light pink, looking away bashfully. “It’s embarrassing.” Chuckling, you twirled yourself around, pulling on his arm as you forced his attention back onto you. “It’s not. I think it’s super cool. Do this with a girl and they’ll be head over heels for you in no time.” You mentally facepalmed yourself for saying that. His blush went from a light pink, to a dark red in no time, saturating his cheeks like paint. “Let’s test that theory out.” Mumbling to himself, he continued to guide you, twirling you around and hoisting you up at times.

“Baby we can get together, we can get together.”

The two of you were just jamming along now, not caring about your wet hair and soaked clothes. Tsukishima’s hair was now a damp mess, sticking to his forehead as he whipped his head from side to side, laughing as water droplets flew off his blond strands. Your hair was no better than his, (H/C) strands reflecting the light from the streetlamps as they hit your face with every sway of your head. The earphones were falling off at this point, but it didn’t matter. The two of you already memorised the entire song beforehand. All you wanted was to enjoy the short moment. Grabbing his wet hand again, you randomly started jumping to the beat, letting the blond follow along.

“Later sometime, you can buckle my shoes, you can pick up my sticks, why don't you open that door.”

You gasped in surprise as you felt a large hand spin you around one last time, before dipping you dangerously close to the floor, rainwater rolling off your face. The song came to an end with its final guitar chord, the reverb still ringing in the background. “So, what’d you think?” Tsukishima leaned down, his face dangerously close to yours. Feeling a Cheshire grin form on your face as your tried to raise your head up, you gave his nose a boop with your own, before falling back onto his hand. “That was amazing.” Giving you a cheeky grin, you could feel his breath on your face as he sighed contentedly. His breath smelled like mints, you couldn’t help but wonder how lips would taste too. “You good now, or do you wanna go home? I think the rain just stopped.

Still in that intimate position, you decided to finally ask him.

“Where are the headphones?”

“I didn’t want to get them wet, they’re too important to me. They’re in my bag.”

And that’s when your body decided to act on its own.

Your mind couldn’t even register what you were doing as you pressed a long, soft kiss on Tsukishima’s lips, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

“Now I’m good. Wanna go home?”

“Did you just-”

“Yes.”

Pushing you back up to a comfortable position, he stared at you for another ten seconds, face burning crimson as his mouth opened and shut repeatedly, trying to process what you just did. Finally snapping out of his thoughts, he awkwardly leaned towards you, before pulling himself back. After doing that a few times over, you were properly confused. Grabbing your shoulders, he pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, before grabbing his bag from the bench he was sitting on, pulling his headphones out and hanging them on his neck, handing you the earphones.

“Wanna do this again tomorrow shorty?”

“11pm sharp, don’t be late, and I expect another kiss.”

“Whatever you say cutie.”

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toppdoggyio · 7 years

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Blind

here’s part two to the First Street series!! Instead of loosely basing it off the song like sanggyun’s, I actually went and wrote off the lyrics, so that’s why some things sound weird and it’s structured kinda odd. Blind is my fave song off the album tho and I’m rly proud of this :’) also I love angst send some angst requests in !!

Topp Dogg; Yooncheol; Angst; Gender-Neutral; First Street; 1039 Words

Yooncheol knows that it’s too late. He can’t turn the broken time back.

sehyuk; sangdo; hojoon; hansol; byungjoo; jiho; sanggyun; sangwon

Yooncheol can see you through the window. In the back of the coffee shop you sit, facing him, but you’re too engrossed in the swirls of your latte that you don’t notice. ‘They look depressed’, he thinks, and he feels a pang in his chest. Yooncheol knows he caused this, and he can’t do anything about it. Yet somehow, you still look beautiful, twirling the wire of your headphones in between your fingers, eyes still focused on your cup. Something is holding him down. Yooncheol watches as you make your way to the door, untouched coffee in hand. He knows that if he doesn’t do something, anything, right now, everything will crumble. Suddenly all he sees is your back at the end of the sidewalk, about to turn the corner onto the street that he knows leads to your apartment. He’s walked it too many times to count. You take the last step at the end, and he calls out several times. But you don’t answer and Yooncheol questions whether his mouth opened at all. He misses you. Your smiling face when he cracks a joke, your hand squeezing his even though it embarrassed you. Pride on your face when he shows you a song he’s been working on, content late at night when you both can’t sleep and Yooncheol’s been talking about frogs for an hour, he misses it. People always assume that he’s awkward around you, but it’s the opposite. It’s all light kisses, soft touches, lying on the couch together just doing whatever and he loves that. He misses you. He loves you. Even if the two of you can’t turn things back, he’ll always remain by your side, waiting, in a way. You take him out in the best way possible, and he can’t believe he let you go. ‘I must look like an idiot.’ Yooncheol thinks, crying, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at the corner you had turned. It doesn’t look good on him, he thinks. But he’s sorry, and he’s blind to everyone and everything around him. But it’s too late now. You’re gone from his sight, his grasp. There’s no way to turn the broken time back, to fix things. One of your friends told him, yesterday, that you seem depressed these days. He can’t do anything for you, but god he wishes he could. It feels like you’re so close to him. Yooncheol’s mind feels like static, but his memories of you are bright. You were, no, you are his sunshine, the only thing that’s light on this grey day. Clearly, you shine, at the tip of his hands. He wants to reach out to touch you, but you’re gone and he’s blind. When he doesn’t answer, your friend asks if he’s feeling fine. He’s not. He’s wrecked, destroyed. But he wants to ask you. Are you fine? All he can think about is you. The way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, the huge grin on your face when he spots you in the audience at one of his shows. How you get along so well with the other members, with his family. He thinks about how your skin feels against his and how warm he feels sleeping next to you. Yooncheol’s not really sure where he went wrong. But he’s changed, just the way you wanted. He remembers your first date with him. He took you to an arcade because he wasn’t really sure what to do and Hojoon said he should. Turns out the arcade closed down a couple days before your date and he was so scared you’d leave. But you just smiled at him, took his hand, and dragged him to your apartment. “If you wanted to play video games,” you said, pulling out a box. “You shoulda just said so.” Then it was suddenly three in the morning and the two of you were still on your couch, but you were passed out on his shoulder just after calling him a loser (even though he had won). That’s when he knew that he wanted to be with you, wanted to make this work. He wants to go back to those times. What’s the point, though? There’s no fixing this, there’s no solution, there’s nothing. Without you there’s nothing. Without you, his life is done. What can he do? He can’t turn things back. You take him out in the worst way possible. And god, is he sorry. For everything. Anything. Whatever bad has happened to you, he’s sorry. He can’t believe it. He can’t believe that he just let you slip away from him, fell from his grasp, dropped into oblivion. Yooncheol’s crying. It’s something that happens a lot nowadays. He’s blind to the world sometimes, everything’s out of focus and fuzzy except for you. The other members know it’s too late. Nobody can turn the broken time back. Not them. Not you. Certainly not Yooncheol. But he’ll still be there for you, as you’ve been there for him. The first time you saw him cry, the two of you were younger and had just started dating. This was before Topp Dogg was even thought about when Yooncheol was still in MyDol. Both of you were convinced he’d win, he’d get to be in a new group with five other members. He was to go to your apartment right after to celebrate. Except, when he walked in (you had just given him a key and the both of you were excited for him to use it.) his melancholy expression nowhere near matched your enthusiastic one. Your face immediately fell, knowing exactly what happened. So you rushed up to him, took his bag and placed it on the floor, and hugged him. At first, he tried not to cry, but after an hour when you pulled away, there were tear tracks on his face and a wet spot on your shoulder. You mean everything to him. You take him out in the best (worst) way possible. He’s sorry, so, so, sorry for everything that’s happened. You’re his way out. He can’t believe it. He’s crying and he’s blind, so blind. Yooncheol knows it’s too late. Too late to turn the broken time back.

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