#WAIT LEMME GET THE COOKIE SONG

[totally-original-artist]

recently been so obsessed with cockatiels like. I want one so bad but i also dont cuz my current living condition/schedule is just not right for one at all.

It's like babay fever except for birds?? i want a little pickachu living with me aauuuhh

obviously once i have obtained a little guy i will proceed to do the two most important things that all new cockatiel owners must do:

teach them how to sing septembirb

teach them how to sing the cookie song

[smuthospital]

⭐️Yandere Gojo x reader⭐️

Premise: You're so lonely, and your boyfriend isn't paying any attention to you, so you download an app to make friends. You meet the wrong guy (Gojo), and bad things happen.

Content warning: NON CON, Cheating, gn reader

MINORS DNI

"I'm busy right now and you know that. I told you not to call me!" The phone beeps and the call ends, leaving you alone in deafening silence. Your boyfriend has always been rough around the edges, but you love him despite his flaws. He has his moments that remind you why you like him so much. Lately, he's been busy with all sorts of things. Work, family, his hobbies. You live together, but he's always out. He doesn't even return at night sometimes. You understand he needs his alone time, but it's been so long since you've seen him. You called to ask if you could visit him at work and give him a little surprise. You baked him chocolate chip cookies! They're delicious and made with love. Tears prick your eyes as you toss your phone to the side. You're so lonely. You've never had many friends, just your boyfriend. Too many people just make you tired.

You pick up your phone and almost call him again out of reflex. You just wish you had someone to talk to again. You saw an advertisement for a popular friend making app awhile ago. You decide to download it because you don't have much to lose. search it up. You write a few things about yourself, add your favorite song as well as a few pictures of yourself. You cross your fingers, hoping not to match any creeps. You swipe right on a lot of girls aswell as guys. You stated in your bio that you're in a commited relationship to ward off any horny guys. Girls don't reply to you, much to your disappointment. You end up getting quite a lot of messages from flirty guys. The relationship warning seemed to have no affect at all.

Toji: How much for a pair of pantys?

Sukuna: (Sent a photo) *Blocked*

Todo: I know it grips. Please lemme hit

25 new messages!

Geez. It's only been an hour. These guys are like hungry raccoons and you feel like a can of cat food. You scroll through and see one that looks relatively innocent

Gojo: Hey :)

You: Hello!

Gojo: What's up? I saw that you have a cat! They're so cute! Also, you're gorgeous

You: Thank you! That's my lil baby right there

You and him quickly get along. Still no word from your boyfriend, you sigh, defeated. The cookies can wait. You tell him about your boyfriend and how you never see him that much anymore. Be seems to take interest in this and becomes quite upset that you're not treated with the love you deserve. You friendship goes on for a few days. He occasionally trys to flirt with you, but you quickly shut it down each time, politely asking him to respect your boundaries. His nickname for you is gorgeous and although it makes you a bit uncomfortable, it feels too good to hear for you to ask him to stop. He's your only friend at the moment so you really don't want to make him go away.

You: Still no reply from my boyfriend. I hope he's okay.

Gojo: What the fuck. If I had a girl like you, I'd never leave her alone. He's probably cheating

You: What? He'd never. He's not like that!

Gojo: Trust me, I'm a guy, I know. Just look at the way he treats you. You're such a sweet and polite doll and he's making you feel this way, neglecting you. He makes you feel like shit. This is abuse😡

You: Oh it's really not like that, he's really sweet!

Gojo: There you go again...I can treat you better. Just give me one chance. Nobody has to know. You can leave this abusive relationship.

You: We talked about this, I'm have a boyfriend and I love him. Don't say stuff like that, please

Gojo: I'm just sayin

You: Thank you tho, it's sweet that you care. Do you like cookies? I was saving these for my boyfriend, but he's too busy to receive them. They'll go to waste if they're not eaten

Gojo: YES. SEND THE COOKIES. You wanna come over tomorrow? I know you're free. Come to my place, we can watch movies and cuddle with cookies!

You: What!? I can't go over to a guy's house! That's weird! And cuddle!?

Gojo: Nono it's not. We're just friends. And your boyfriend doesn't have to know. It's not a big deal. I have some old wine we can drink. Pretty please

You: I don't drink tho. I'm not sure. I haven't known you for too long. What if you try to take my kidneys! :0

Gojo: Common..would I do that!?? Ridiculous. Don't over think it. Let's watch a scary movie. It'll be real scary. I can't watch it alone! Pleeeeaaase!!!

You: ...Ok...as long as its scary. I wouldn't want you to get too scared

You've never seen Gojo in person, but you're sort of desperate to keep him around as a friend. In his photos, his eyes are covered. You don't question why. You step off the bus at the address he texted you, cookie basket in hand. It's a tall, expensive looking condo. You walk into the nice building and spot him leaning against a wall you in the lobby. He's not what you expected at all. You've seen a pictures of him before, but he didn't look so large and intimidating. He's stupid tall and He practically towers over your frame. He crouches slightly and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, surprising you with the sudden contact.

"Hey, (y/n)! It's nice to see you in person! You're so much more sexy up close." His voice as soft satin sheets and deep and melodic as a cat purring. He eyes you up and down, his eyes half lidded. He's snapped out of his trance when you stutter a confused thank you. You're gonna brush that flirt off as nothing. "Common, let's go." He takes your soft, smaller hand in his ridiculously big hand and leads you to a fancy elevator and sticks a key into a key hole, confusing you. Since when do elevators do that? "The 21sr floor is mine." The whole floor is his? Is he loaded?

The whole time, you're blushing and stuttering, overly shy and nervous. 'Play it cool,(y/n)!' Your mind is over heating and he thinks it's absolutely adorable. When you get to his floor, he closes the door and silently locks it behind him. He plops on the couch, spreads his long legs out and patts the spot next to him. "Common! Take a seat!" You gingerly take a seat a little too far for his liking so he loops an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. You jump a bit. "Oh don't be shy! I don't bite." The last part of his sentence stood out to you a bit, but you're not sure why.

He offers you a drink and you accept. He hands you a cup of soda. "The conjuring is a classic. I actually haven't seen it before so I thought we could watch it." With that, he presses play and the movie starts. You're both eating the cookies you made. "These are so fucking good. You made these?" He whispers and you nod. Your blushing cheeks are so cute. He's already eaten three. It's heartwarming. Halfway into the movie, he shuffles in his seat and surprises you by picking you up and placing you on his lap with ease. "Hey! What are you doing!?" You try to slide off, but he holds you in place. "Hey hey calm down, I'm not doing anything!" You stop thrashing, but don't stop struggling. "Oh yeah!? Let me off, you said no funny buissness!" You feel slightly tired for some reason. "I'm only trying to cuddle you better! If not for me, then for you. I bet you miss being cuddled. I know you already have a boyfriend so don't worry, there's nothing weird about it!" With that, you stop struggling, too worn out to argue. "...Mm ok." Near the end of the movie, he shifts slightly under you. "Gojo?" No response. You feel somthing hard under your ass. He starts to shift you back and fourth a bit. "Huh? Gojo?" He just keeps shifting you, holding your hips tightly. "Ow! You're squeezing me too tight. What are you doin-"

One of his hands snake up to your chest and cup your breast. The motion freezes you in place.

"I'm better than your stupid boyfriend. He's so ungreatful. I bet you also miss getting fucked, don't you?" It was more of a statement rather than a question.I can make you feel good, better than he ever did. God, you're so hot. This guy is such a loser for passing you up. I'd never be like him. I've been wanting for this since I first saw you. I know you think I'm attractive too. I see the way you eye me"

The hand holding down your hip moves between your thighs to cup your clit. You heart sinks into your stomach as the weight of the situation falls upon you. You have never felt more stupid in your entire life. Just as you suck in a breath to scream, the hand on your breast shoots up to cover your mouth, muffling any sound. You try to slsp his hands off, but your arms are a little weaker than before. All you could do was patt his arms and wiggle around, which he completely ignores.

"Ah ah-be good. I couldn't stop thinking of you. I've only known you for a bit, but that's enough for me." He grinds his clothed cock against your ass and groans in pleasure.

After a few minutes, he stands up with you in his arms and walks with you to his bedroom. He tosses you on his bed and immediately gets on top, holding you down with his hips as he removs his shirt. He looks down at your horrified face and licks his lips. He wastes no time in literally ripping your shirt and bra off. You hear the tear as it leaves you. With one hand, he roughly palms your chest and tweaks a nipple. He unzips his dark purple pants with his other hand, his swollen cock practically flying out and slamming down above your belly button. You gasp at the sight of it, the weight alone is hefty. Much like his entire self, it's big and scary.

Your eyes fill with tears and you do the only think you could. Your body can't possibly struggle and even if you could, he could easily over power you. "Please-please don't hurt me. Please don't do this to me!" He looks at you with sympathy in his eyes. "Shh it's ok. I'd never hurt you. I'm not like your stupid boyfriend. I'm gonna make you feel good. Then you'll be mine..I see that drug I have you fully kicked in." You pail at his words. It's over. You're not getting out of this one. You're going to be raped by this psychopath. You think of your poor boyfriend. You wish he could burst through the door and save you. His name bubbles from your mouth pathetically.

"Speaking of him." Gojo slides your phone out of your pocket and clicks around. First, he disables your location, then he raises your phone and takes a photo of you. He quickly sends it to himself and your boyfriend.

You: We're having a good time. Bet you're jealous

A few minutes of groping later, your boyfriend responds.

❤️Geto❤️: Absolutely not. You're both disgusting. I fucking knew you were whoring yourself. You got a big head because you think you're pretty. I was wondering why you were trying to look nice recently.

❤️Geto❤️: You're like a bitch in heat. You're just an easy, worthless whore. Glad I didn't waste too much on you.

❤️Geto❤️: Go fuck yourself. Or better yet, have some guy do it for free. Get aids and die, bitch. You have a day to pick up all your shit before I toss it.

(You've been blocked by this number)

Gojo turns the screen towards you and your eyes tear up as you read the texts. You have no idea how your boyfriend could have possibly interpreted your situation as consentual. It could be that you're not tied up and gagged, nor unconscious. As he said, he expected this from you. Either way, he obviously doesn't love you anymore. Tears pour down your cheeks. How could he? After all this time? To do this to you. You'd never cheat! Your heart shatters in your chest, suddenly feeling hollow.

Gojo chuckles and sets the phone to the side. He wipes your tears away with his thumb. "See? What did I tell you? He was never the one for you. I'd never say that to you, sweety. I'd never treat you like that. I just exposed him for what he is; a scum bag." He tugs your pants down and off your legs with ease, despite your light kicking. A large grin on his face as he does so

"You ready?" He positions his cock at your dry entrance and laughs. "Because I am." He shoves himself in, but only makes it three inches in before he hits a barrier and you gasp in pain and start thrashing your body. "P-please take it out. It-it hurts!" He's genuinely shocked. "Y-you're a virgin? Didn't you say you have a boyfriend?"

You wiggle a bit, trying to elevate some pain yourself before answering him.

"We never...you..know.." Your face burns with shame. His cock only seems to swell with more blood at the news.

He bursts out laughing. "This makes so much sense now! No wonder why you looked elsewhere to fulfill your needs. He doesn't want to fuck. Is he gay?Does his dick even work? Maybe he's not cheating. He didn't even fuck you once. I could tell how bad you wanted it, but your limp dick boyfriend wouldn't give you any. I'm glad to be the one to have your first time."

Your bloodshot eyes drift to the side. You don't want to admit that he was right. Every time you would try to start something with your boyfriend, he'd push you away. Your boyfriend really didn't have much of a labido, but you didn't look for friends to have sex with other men.

"I know it hurts, but you can take it. It'll go away. Just hold still...or struggle. I like a challenge." His words are evil, but his smile is so charming. He's like the devil. He pulls his cock out and thrusts in again, deeper than before, breaking your hymen and forcing the air to leave your body. He then pulls out and slams into you again, bottoming out. His cock is so big, you swear you could feel it in your stomach. You look down, eyes blown wide as you see an imprint of his cock in your lower abdomen. He lets out a loud moan and throws his head back. "You're so fucking tight." You put your hands on his chest, hoping that would be enough to keep him still. Wishful thinking. He just takes your smaller wrists in his large hands and leans over you, lodging himself deeper than he was before, cock assaulting your cervix, making your body jolt. You accidentally let out a pained cry that could be mistaken as a moan.

Gojo smiles, perfect white teeth on display "Oh, you like that?" He slams into that spot again and again, making your eyes roll into the back of your head, and your tongue rolls out of your mouth. Lewd sounds spill from your mouth with the occasional "No." "Please." and "Stop." Your sobbing dies down, not having any more tears to cry. You feel a tightening in your lower belly and curl your toes. "Nng G-Gojo!"

"Fuck yeah, say my name!" He pounds into your poor pussy with astonishing speed and strength. "Say you'll be my girlfriend. I can take care of you, I can love you. You'll never feel alone again."

Your face flushes red at his words. Those words are all you need to tip over the edge. You aren't sure if he meant it or not, but just the thought of being so loved takes you to cloud nine. A warm feeling washes over you and you cry out in pleasure. You want what he promised more than anything in the world. With your last braincell, you weigh your options. Nobody loves you, you have nowhere to go, no one to turn to and Your boyfriend kicked you out. "I...I'll be with you." What choice did you have? Be homeless?

The bashful look you give him sends shivers down his spine. He leanes down and gives you a tender kiss on the lips which you very hesitantly return, much to his enjoyment. His hot breath tickles your face as his hips hammer into you, forcing cute music from your mouth for him. Your cunt tightening impossibly around his thick mass. His pace becoming sloppy and before you could ask him to pull out, he shoves himself deep within you one last time. With a lewd moan he fills your tummy up with his seed. Your eyes cross at the warm, pleasurable sensation. The feeling of being filled up like a puff pastry, his hot creamy cum temporarly stupifying you. Your tummy now bloated by the sheer volume. He takes another picture.

He wasn't looking for a girlfriend, but how could he possibly deny himself such a sweet little thing. A sweet, doting, cookie baking girlfriend as cute as you comes as often as a shooting star. You'd do anything for the man you loved. Too wifey to pass up. Finders keepers. He's going to make sure that no one ever does to you what he just did to you. You're his now.

He rolls the two of you so he's spooning your back, your ass pressed against him, his cock still firmy lodged into your weeping cunt. He pulls the blanket up and the two of you fall asleep together. You pretty much pass out from the exhaustion.

The next morning, he drives you to your now x boyfriends appartment to collect your things. You and Gojo take the elevator to the apartment. He stays out of sight, but stays where he can hear you. You knock on the door and your Geto opens up. The smell of alcohol hits you and you gag. "Well if it isn't the slut. Get your shit."

He turns his back and begins to walk away, but you grab his arm and gently tug him toward you. "Please listen to me...he raped me...I didn't want to.. do any-" You were cut off by him shoving you to the ground roughly, your head knocking against the wall on your way down. You grunt in pain. "Don't you use that shit on me!" He shouts.

Tears fill your eyes as you scramble to collect your things and run out. Gojo is at the front door now, having heard the commotion. He steps in the apartment and grabs your shoulders.

"What's wrong? Did he touch you?"

"...I..hit my head." Your tiny voice is unconvincing.

"Take your things to the car. I'm just gonna have a quick chat with him." He pays your butt and you walk off with your things. Geto has been watching the interaction with clenched fists.

"You're the fuck that stole my girl. You can fucking have her and pass her around to whoever the fuck you want. For your information, that cunt tried to tell me you raped her, using you as her scape goat." Gojo can just barley understand the drunken shouting of your x boyfriend. Gojo smiles, the smugest of grins crossing his face.

"...That's because I did"

Geto froze in place, not believing his ears. His girlfriend..was actually just raped? And not only did he do absolutely nothing, but he kicked her out and hurt her?

"...What?" It wasn't really a question.

"Finders keepers. I have no clue why you're so upset. You didn't love her. She was so lonely when I found her. I wanted her so I took her. Make no mistake, she said no. Cried for you. You should feel like shit. Not believing your own sweet little girlfriend and then laying your hand on her in her time of need. I'm not even going to beat you for that, you'd treat yourself like a victim. Better luck next time though. Try satisfying your bitch before they're stolen. Thanks for the girlfriend." Gojo says, walking back to the car, Geto still too frozen in shock to react. He falls to his knees, clinching his head. Gojo meets you in the car, your things already in the back. He leans over to your side and gives you a passionate kiss on the lips, tongue diving into your mouth. Your face burns brightly and you cant help but kiss him back. You disconnect, a string of saliva connecting you to him. "So what do you want to eat, baby?"

The car drives off and you don't feel so bad about the situation anymore.

Fun fact: I got the idea to make this when I was lonely and my boyfriend (now x) wasn't paying attention to me so I downloaded an app to make friends and a guy I thought was my friend started being really pushy and I found out men are stupid dogs.

[humaforever]

Can I get a kid’s menu and a rum and coke, please?

(Huma?)

Thank you for the prompt. This was a self fluff indulgence but I hope you like it.

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"This food is like... disgustingly fancy" Harry said as he looked at the menu with a scowl

Uma raised her brow and looked at him "How so?"

"Why are they adding so many extra ingredients? What even is a sauteed onion?" Harry said

Uma couldn't help but agree, this food almost seemed too fancy.

"But it's still better than the food we had on the isle so I'm not gonna be too upset" Uma said

"I'm not sure that's even true. This shit sounds gross" Harry frowned

"Since when are you mister picky" Uma said

"Since I heard that tangy, aged goat cheese was a thing" Harry read off the menu in displeasure

Before Uma could respond, the waiter came to their table and asked for their drink order.

"I'll have a mimosa, thanks" Uma told the waiter

"And for you sir?"

"I want rum and coke" Harry said, "And I'll also be needing a kid's menu" he added

Uma closed her eyes and bit her cheek to stop herself from laughing at the bewildered look that crossed the waiters face.

"Of course" the waiter gave Harry an all to cheery smile before he left

Uma turned to Harry with a smirk "You really couldn't handle the big kid menu today huh? You're still too little for that" She teased

"Not my fault they only offer the good shit to the kids" Harry said

"What? Mac and cheese and applesauce?" Uma smiled as she continued to taunt him

"Exactly" Harry said somewhat sarcastically

"Okay" Uma shrugged "Anything for the wittle baby" she snorted out a laugh

"Make fun of me now but you won't be laughing when you're jealous of my food" Harry said smiling himself

"Do you think that waiter has ever had a grown man order alcohol and then proceeded to ask for a kid's menu?" Uma said

"He has now. You know how I love to leave a mark in everybody's life" Harry gave her a wink

"Yes, I know you can't leave a place without making sure everybody knows you were there" Uma said flatly

"What is the point if not to make a scene?" Harry said

"And this is exactly why you are banned from multiple establishments" Uma said

"You can't blame me for the last one really, it was just too tempting not to pull the fire alarm. Anyone would've done it" Harry told her

Uma couldn't help but cringe at the memory.

Eventually the waiter came back to deliver their beverages and Harry's menu.

"Hey would you look at that, kids eat free" Harry told Uma

"You think you can pass for a twelve year old?" Uma said

"Probably not, but we're gonna dine and ditch anyway so it's fine" Harry said

Uma gave him and unimpressed glance "Harry"

"Kidding love, only kidding" Harry sing songed

Uma knew that Harry would actually love to dine and ditch but that was very illegal.

"Look at this, I told you everything on the kid's menu is better!" Harry suddenly exclaimed "They have chicken tenders in the shape of a heart"

Uma curiously looked over at his menu "What part of the chicken does that come from?" She raised her brow

"Doesn't matter. It's fucking cool" Harry said as he took a sip of his rum

Uma shrugged slightly "It is kinda cool" she said barely above a whisper

"The peanut butter and jelly sandwich comes with a cookie that looks like a jellyfish" Harry informed Uma

"Wait what?" Uma said trying not to sound too excited over the thought of a cookie that looked like a jellyfish

"Yeah, see" Harry showed her

Maybe Harry was actually on to something here

"Hang on lemme see this" Uma gently guided the paper out of Harry's hand so she could get a closer look

"There's even a cool ass coloring page" Harry pointed out

Well...

Okay, so Uma may have been slightly hypocritical. Because she hadn't previously been aware of the fact that the kid's menu was far superior.

Both Harry and Uma would end up ordering from the kid's menu. Because even though it wasn't as fancy, it was more fun. They even colored in that coloring page together. After all they never got this in their childhood.

Uma had made fun of Harry, yes, but as it turns out, it is actually quite exhilarating to drink booze with your heart shaped chicken tenders and jellyfish cookies.

[alltoomaples]

yellow - lando norris

you know I love you so

summary: you come back to your new home to be surprised by your boyfriend lando, who in return has a surprise waiting by you.

pairing: reader x lando norris | word count: 1052 words

warning: fluff, sweet, rom-com ft. lando norris

prompt: song Yellow by Coldplay from playlist prompts

a/n: here's second one based on playlist prompts. i do have an idea for part 2 of this, so if you're interested in reading it, lemme know. and i think i may or may not do an instagram version for lando, but that's for later on. hope you'll have a good time reading!

let me know if you’ve got any suggestions or your thoughts about this one! and requests are open as well. happy reading :))

you walk home, carrying groceries for dinner tonight after having a good day at work. and you couldn't wait to call Lando as soon as you get home.

Your boyfriend, who's a formula 1 driver, living his dream life is something you're soo proud of him and you are his no.1 supporter and is he of yours for your interior design projects. You always try your very best to attend as many races as possible and yet this time you couldn't go due to new projects.

You and Lando had moved in together during the winter break so you were occupied with setting things up which made up most of days while he went for the race weekends.

Just as you reached down your hallway, your phone begins to ring. it was none other than him. ah he definitely read your mind <3

"hey there bubba! i was just thinking about you and how i was gonna call once i get home" you say, excitement in your sound as you hear his chuckles through your airpods.

"well ain't i the perfect boyfriend!" lando says, probably wearing his smug face. you roll your eyes as you place the bag on your hip while unlocking the door to your home.

"ding ding ding!! now why don't you get yourself some milk and cookies" you say, placing your keys on the table and locking the door.

"ha ha ha, you aren't funny!" he says, sarcastically which makes you chuckle.

"but bet you love me" you say in a childish tone as you place your bag on kitchen counter, taking your groceries out.

"yeah i do and which is whyyyyy i've got a surprise for youuuuuu" lando says, more like sings. and just like that, he ends the call which confuses the heck out of you.

"what possibly could he-" you pondered but got abrupted by a sudden squeal.

"EEEEHHHH SURPRISEE!!!!!!" Lando squealed as he stood in front of you, one hand holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers while other held his phone. obviously videoing the whole reaction.

You just stood still with your eyes widen as you couldn't believe it's happening.

"is this really happening or am i dreaming?" you whisper, not moving a muscle in case if its a dream. Lando walked over to you, placing the flowers on the counter and kissed your forehead as he engulfed in hug.

"its happening for real sweetheart" he whispers to your head, kissing your head once more. you hugged him back tight as you had strength in you to let him know how much you missed him. you both swayed in each other's arms for a minute or so before you broke from the hug. You slapped him on his bicep, making a big echo sound throughout the apartment.

"Ouu what was that for!?" Lando shrieked, rubbing his arm.

"For not telling me you'll be back home and freaked me out like that" you say, putting the flowers into the vase.

"I wouldn't miss that reaction for the whole world" Lando said, grabbing my face in his hand and squishing it.

"Well today's your lucky day too mister! Cause i've got our favourite meal for dinner and a surprise for you!" you say, now squishing his face with both hands of yours.

"Really?? what's the surprise though?" Lando asks, curiosity building up in him.

"You gotta wait after dinner, champ. Now would you be a doll and help me with dinner? i'd treat you with some cookies and milk" You say, hugging him by his torso so he's completely trapped. He rolls his eyes which makes you laugh. Lando smiles at the sound of your laugh, his favourite sound amongst a few.

"With my pleasure, your highness" Lando says, pinning your hair behind your ear before he leans down and kisses you softly yet sweet and lovingly.

. . . . .

"Okay dinner and deserts are done. Dishes in the dishwasher. Now its surprise time!!!" Lando says, coming towards you with his biggest smile like a kid on christmas mornings.

"Alright! Come with me" You say, grabbing his hand as you take him upstairs.

you two stand in front of a closed door but lando gets bit confused. He did remember that you two hadn't decided what to do with this spare room and now, he sees there's an orange bow on the knob. He looks back at you which makes you laugh yet excited for him.

"Alright bub, the floor's yours. Open whenever you're ready" You say, getting giddy and nervous at the same time. Lando nods his head slowly and opens the door. His jaw hits the floor once he sees the room makeover. Lando enters the room, stunned, shocked and dumbfound at what his eyes are seeing.

"I know it's not much cause if i knew you were gonna come by, i would have finished it sooner. Yet so far, i've put all your equipments here and need to do a bit more work till it's fully done" You explain to him.

"You designed this room?! As in for me??" Lando says, his voice shaking.

"Your very own gaming-twitch stream room. Sooo do you like it?" You ask, all suddenly feeling nervous since he hasn't said anything so far. "You don't like it right? Ahh is it the neon signs, i was bit doubtful about or is it the color of the room? cause you know we can chan-" Your rambling got cut off by Lando grabbing your face and kisses you deeply with passion.

"You've got no idea how much this means to me! A whole interior design by my very own favourite designer!?? It's a dream come true bubba" Lando whispers, resting his forehead on yours.

"You still got the way with your words" You whisper, running your hands through his head.

"Good to know that cause you're stuck with me" He whispers, kissing your forehead. You look at him in his eyes, bringing your hand to his cheek.

"Well, guess i'm stuck with you then" You say, swaying side to side.

"Yes, you absolutely are. You know I love you so so much bub" Lando says with a smile.

"And i do, love you so so much, bubba" You say, laying your head on his chest.

keep a look out for part 2 people ;))

hope you liked this one! requests are open as well

[marismoments39]

What is Himawari's Heart's "Cookie?"

Heya!! Here I am again FINALLY with another yryr cd post

what's this one about?

well, there's this lyric in 恋はあまのじゃくですわ (himawari's vol 3 main sogn)

it goes like this:

「一つ混ぜたハートのクッキー」 wait, do I need do provide a photo... (dw btw this whole thing will have translations)

(oops I put those in reverse order..... anyways....)

Some of the best purchases I've made in my life was getting all these physical...

anyways, the line says

「一つ混ぜたハートのクッキー」 "hitotsu mazeta haato (heart) no kukkii (cookie)

hitotsu means one (of a thing) mazeta is the past form of mazeru which means like mix/stir/blend heart no cookie is just "heart's cookie," it could also be "heart cookie," like, with "heart" being an adjective

So what does this MEAN?

Well, first off, we need a DISCLAIMER!!!!

That being, I haven't even been studying japanese for that long. I dabbled in it a teensy bit in like 2018, but I didn't start liek STUDYING it until 2021... and I didn't have a TEACHER 'til 2022... BUT!!!! She is a very good teacher and also I'm pretty confident in my abilities so far.

now, with that out of the way, here's what I'm pretty sure that line means

"one thing's mixed into my heart's cookie" which checks out with... how words work!! but we still have a few question

-What's the "one thing?" (NOT "the one thing you can't replace") -What's the heart's cookie? or heart cookie? heart-shaped cookie?

Well, an important part of japanese.... and.... language as a whole..... ..is context! (I mean context is important everywhere, but superduper in japanese!)

so let's look at the lines BEFORE and AFTER she says the heart cookie line

...気づくかしらこっそり 一つ混ぜたハートのクッキー これからもずっと 振り回されてあげますわ もうしょうがないですわね

now that is ALOT, and, actually, I've been working on making an english translation to koi wa amanojaku desuwa (that's the song we're analyzing, forgot to mention that.)

I really really love the songs of yuruyuri, I mean, as namori herself said, YURUYURI'S MUSIC IS FULL OF HAPPINESS!

wait I should probably back that up with a source

HOW IS IT BACKWARDS AGAIN??? whatever. uh, while we're still on this topic, lemme just say!! the cds are! TOTALLY CANON!!!!

namori didn't say that.. but they're all in character.... AND

namori said that the best way to express yourself is in a song!! wait, did she? hold on

..YEAH SEE??

credit to bakkin.moe! unfortunately, I don't know what the original japanese text says... fake yryr fan smh....

..anyways.... WHERE WERE WE??

..oh. right. well, here are the super important lines

firstly, here's the romaji:

kidzuku kashira kossori hitotsu mazeta haato no kukkii kore kara mo zutto furimawasarete agemasuwa mou shouganai desuwa ne

I really like the first line, for reasons other than alliterations!

"kidzuku kashira kossori" -kidzuku is to notice, to think of, to REALIZE... dictionaries are hard but i get the general gist -kashira is like "I wonder if..." -kossori is "secretly," or "stealthily"

so basically himawari's wondering if sakurako thinks of her alot in secret, aww~~

is THAT the "one thing?"

MOST PROBABLY YES!!

Side note: YES, that line is refering to sakurako. The ENTIRE SONG is about SAKURAKO. yes, SAKURAKO SPECIFICALLY. I don't think anybody's going to argue with me on that, BUT IF THEY DO, I've a surplus of evidence!!

so we can go back to the "one thing's mixed into heart heart's cookie/heart cookie" thing

..well! the second to last line there was "furimawasarete agemasuwa"

that's... a mouthful

-Furimawasarete is to swing something around.. or, like, hold it -agemasu is to give -and "wa" is, like, an exclamation mark...

..but..... that's also NOT really what... uh

okay so furimawasarete is usually furimawasu, but it's in "te" form and it's connected to agemasu SO

himawari is "holding" or smth FOR someone

(sakurako, in this case)

now, I'm still sorta hung up on what furimawasu really MEANS

but I THINK i have an idea

in this video.. I am FURIMAWASU-ING THE BEYBLADES IN THE BAG!!!

(note: "furimawasu-ing" isn't correct gramatically in english nor japanese)

now... I wonder if himawari has, like, a bag or something

but she doesn't haha... how would that even be!!!!! it's not like she has a bag of idk heart cookies--

(s2e02)

..well!

the thing she's furimawasu-ing is TOTALLY THE CHOCOLATE BAGS

"oh but moon I don't see any HEARTS IN THERE!!!"

..well!

SECRETS ARE HIDDEN IN ONEGAI CATCH ME why and how is it backwards WHATEVER

I'm gonna get day by day physical eventually...

ANYWAYS

the onegai catch me lyrics... have alot about.... food

words used in Onegai Catch Me: -Peppermint Chocolate -Strawberry Short Tart -Layer Cheese -Decoration -Cookie Financier -Candy Marchmallow -Ice Pudding

..and there may be more!

anyways, right.. THER!! COOKIE FINANCIER!!!

this.. doesn't really give me much for "evidence," BUT!!! it's gonna help with the NEXT things I say!!

which is...

BOOM!!! (I did it in reverse this time but the pictures are still backwards)

ANYWAYS

LOOK

RIGHT THERE

A COOKIE

A HEART COOKIE

A COOKIE IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART!!!!

I don't have sore wa koi de wa nai desuno but it's uh way clearer to see there

anyways

THERE RIGHT THER ESEE IT???

THAT'S HIMAWARI'S HEART COOKIE I'M PRETTY SURE

I mean

it all makes SENSE, doesn't it?

but now we're back to the first question: "WHAT IS HIMAWARI'S HEART COOKIE???"

..well!

call be basic but IT'S HER HEART

DUH

SHE'S HOLDING HER HEART FOR SAKURAKO

figurative heart.

see the sole reason I thought it might NOT be figurative heart (soul) is because they could've used 心(kokoro) (japanese word for, like, soul.. spirit.. heart...)

but the HEART (ハート, heart SHAPE) cookie is representing her HEART (心 kokoro!!)

basically, this whole post was to......

..idk.....

..BUT STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT ONE!!!

[mrdocreativearts]

#MechaMemories

🧡: "Hey, Avery here. And check it out- I found a group picture from once, when we had a Masked Singer night!"

💛: "Oh yeah, I remember that night!"

💖: "How could we forget? Nate was singing along like he was gonna die!"

🧡: "Here's the picture!"

💛: "Look Aviation, there's you and I on the rug with Kiruru!"

🧡: "Yeah! Kiruru looked SOOOOOOO CUTE eating that popcorn with us!"

🌠: "Oh yeah! You three WERE so darling together."

💛: "Thanks, Roxie!"

💛: "Oh, there's the couch, in the background."

💕: "Awwww, I remember that night!"

🌠: "Yeah! Nate, Buzz, Bob and I curled up on the couch together."

💖: "And Nate making a massive ass of himself..."

💚: "I was having FUN, cuz."

💙: "Surprised I slept through Nate's singing..."

💕: "I'll say- you were sleeping like a baby, Bobby-kun!"

💕: "Oh, and don't forget the part of me trying to shush Nate."

💚: "Well ex-cuse MOI for being in the zone!"

💕: "See, I was trying to keep Nate from waking my Bobby-kun up."

🌠: "Wait, what's that beside you?"

💛: "Hmmm..."

💕: "I think that's Guy..."

🧡: "Lemme zoom into the picture..."

💚: "I TOLD YOU the TV wasn't acting up!"

💖: "No you didn't."

💚: "Well, when I wasn't in my 'zone', belting out tunes."

💖: "Which was during commercial breaks!"

💚: "Look, the songs are the shit!"

🌠: "Let's try not to feud, while we guest star on Booloo and Avery's blog."

🧡: "Thank you, Hoshi."

💚: "Still say I have better abs..."

💖: "NATE!!!"

💙: "Holy shit, what got into Cookie, in that picture?"

🧡: "He probably wanted to be the one getting spooned."

💛: "YES! Definitely!"

💜: "Yep, that's what Uncle Cookie said."

💕: "Glitch..."

🧡: "Oooooh, Glitch knows what happened."

💛: "Tell us, Glitch!"

💜: "Uncle Cookie wanted to be cuddled by Uncle Schmitty."

💚: "Hello blackmail!"

🌠: "NATHANIEL LYNN SHAPIRO!"

💕: *long groan*

🌠: "Sorry, I HAD to shut him up."

💜: "Anyways, Uncle Cookie said-"

🍪: "GLITCH, DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT!"

💜:"Ugh...fine..."

[hellolovers13]

I've published my first fic after not writing for almost ten years in September. Never would've believed I'd have twelve stories and some 90k words by the end of 2022.

So, I thought I'd make a little list of all my works this year (tbh this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, but I figured the end of the year would be a good time to post this.)

Once again, thank you so much @liberty-barnes for enduring my crazy writing schedule and all the last minute beta-ing you've had to do.

💞Up on the Roof with a School Girl Crush💞

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Mature | 4k | Meet Cute

Harry was just trying to get some work done and have a quiet night in. He did not expect to become host to a drunken Louis, who had overestimated his Halloween costume's ability to fly.

👗I Hope We Never Change👗

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Explicit | 13k | Angst

“I just wanted to try how it feels.” “The clothes?” Niall asked. Harry nodded. “Is that, that's too weird right, I shouldn't-” “Hey, stop it. I told you already, it's not weird. It's just how you feel. That's okay. You can try whatever you want, okay. And you can always, always talk to me. Remember that.” or Harry is confused about everything, so is Louis. At least they have Niall.

🪴Plant New Seeds🪴

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | T | 2k | Meet Cute

L: i think i might have a watering ghost. There’s water on that plant and it sure wasn’t me Z: 👻💦 either that or you’re just sleepwalking. Best guess is still the magical plant thing. Lemme know if you find your princess 😘 or Someone was desperately trying to keep Louis' poor houseplant alive.

🏥haunted🏥

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | M | 1k | TW: Miscarriage, Stillbirth

Before 24 weeks it's considered a miscarriage, not a stillbirth. No matter that he had to go through labour. No matter that he was holding his child in his arms.

🍼fragile line🍼 (second part to haunted)

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | M | 2k | TW: Talk of Abortion and Suicide, Mention of previous Miscarriage, Stillbirth

Now, five different fonts told him the same thing. Pregnant.

🌃Chicago🌃

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Gen | 3.5k | Getting Back Together

They hadn't seen each other in four years, why was Louis still writing songs about Harry? Larry take on the song Chicago

🎄Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You) 🎄

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | E | 20k | Meet Cute

Turns out, getting snowed in with your not quite One-Night Stand wasn’t actually that bad. But the snow wouldn’t last forever. Was there a chance for love even after the snow had melted?

👄Slow Hands👄

Harry/Niall Harry/Louis | E 3k | Smut

“Wait. So when you say you’re genderfluid, that means sometimes you’re a girl, right?” “Uh, yeah.” “So when I asked what you’d do if you were a girl and you said ‘Niall’. Does that apply now?”

📞Love In Conversation 📞

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | T | 5k | Meet Cute

King Arthur Baking Hotline. Your bread fell flat. Your cookies crumbled. Who do you turn to? The King Arthur Baker's Hotline. or Louis has a severe baking breakdown. Thankfully, he gets help from baking-hotline operator Harry.

❄️love drunk, waiting on a miracle ❄️ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | T | 15.6k | Coffeshop AU

Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual. These are their first 24 days together.

🍆Pretty Miscalculations🍆

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | E | 5.2k | Smut

After rudely interrupting Louis’ Christmas shopping, Louis offers Harry a choice and an opportunity to try out his new purchases. Inspired by this post

🍼known it all this time (of tiktok's and baby making)🍼

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | E | 1.7k | Smut

If Harry doesn't stop sending Louis those videos, who knows what's gonna happen.

[stupidhorn]

15 More Fluff (not really tho) Prompts

“If I was a worm-“ “Not this again, please.” “Hey! Don’t cut me off! So, if I was a worm, would you still-“ “I would, now let’s just eat.”

“Why did we never kiss in the rain?” “Because it’s cold, uncomfortable, weird, you would feel like a main character, we’re not in one of those kdramas AND you would probably catch a cold.”

“You feel like home…” “Why? Because I’m making you food, doing your laundry and cleaning?” “Yea, and because, you forgot this one, you’re also doing the dishes.”

“I couldn’t live without you.” “Yea, you would probably starve.”

“You seem tired. Anything I can do for you?” “No, not really.” “You sure?” “Well, you could maybe get me some food-“ “Sure thing.” “-and a hot chocolate and a pillow and the remote and you could give me a back massage and- Hey! Where are you going?”

“I love you and I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” “I love you too, but I would fix your hair and your style.”

“I love you, you’re more than a friend to me.” “You too.” “-“ “-“ “WAIT- WAS THAT A CONFESSION????”

“It’s complicated.” “What?” “Nothing, I just like that phrase.” “You scared me…”

“Imma get up now, I’m hungry.” “NOOO!!! MY PILLOW IS GONE!!!!” “I’ll be back in two minutes.” “Okay, bring some food.”

“YOU ATE THE LAST COOKIE!!!” “And I’m not sorry.” “YOU WILL ROAST IN HELL!!!” “Look, I bought new cookies. Your favourite flavour.” “Thanks I love you… BUT YOU STILL SCARED ME!!!”

“It was (her/him/them)!!!” “NO IT WAS (her/him/them)!!!”

”I hate you.” “Don’t be scared, that’s their way to say they love you.”

“Let’s choose our wedding song. Which is your favourite ?” “You’re my heart, you’re my soul.” “Aww thanks, but I meant- WAIT WHAT???”

“I love you, my lil’ cookie.” “I love you too, my hot chocolate.”

“Let- hey! Lemme get up!!” “No, you’re my prisoner.”

[imissjoongsmullet]

Fill Me

Pairing: Yunho x fem reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Desperate to get your fill, you decide to surprise your boyfriend during his dance rehearsal, knowing exactly what to do to get what you want.

Warnings: graphic sex basically (if you read further there’s slight spoilers just a heads up) unprotected sex (be safe kids), butt plug, butt play, fingering, sex in a semi-public space, I think that’s about it lemme know if I’ve missed anything

Word Count: 3K

Author’s Note: soooooo yeah this was requested ages ago... so sorry to the requester, don’t even know if this is still wanted. I do know I wanted it so, um, here it is! Have fun thirsting over Yunho babes ✌️

Also please let me know what you think, good or bad, I love the feedback ♥

*

“How long have you been waiting for me,” he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear, “how long have you had this thing filling you up, huh?”

*

Light rain drizzles against the window. It’s barely audible over the noise from the TV. You’re only half paying attention to what’s happening on screen. Limbs sprawled lazily over the sofa, box of cookies on your belly, you bide your time — that’s what you’re calling it. You’re supposed to have dinner with your boyfriend tonight but surprise, surprise, he messaged you he’d be late, over two hours ago. You’d even hoped he might stay the night with you but you suppose that whole thing is canceled as well.

You’re not angry with him, exactly. You understand the responsibility your boyfriend carries, being part of ATEEZ. You’re immensely proud of him every time you watch him perform but, more and more, you notice the loneliness creeping into your system. Your mind and body long for him like a flower longs for the sun, except that the sun doesn’t just disappear because it has better things to do. It’s not fair.

The announcer on the television finishes his speech and a familiar melody fills the room. Your dazed out eyes focus at once on the one person you want to see. Yunho always stands out to you and not just because of his height. His passion beams from his every move. You’re captivated and, at once, a fresh pang of jealousy jabs into your heart. The way he dances is so smooth, so perfect, your jaw falls slack subconsciously. Your eyes follow him intently, even when the camera isn’t focused on him. A hot flush floods your face when his hips buck during the hook of the song. It’s been a while since you’ve felt those hips buck into you. Growing unbearably needy, you grab your phone and open up your chat with him.

[Baby, practice is going slow. I’ll be home late. Sorry…]

The message annoys you even more than it did the first time. You let out a groan and dig your head deeper into the sofa. You want him. You want to show him how much you want him. For a brief moment, you think about sending him a sexy pic of you. You’re wearing a little black dress that hugs you in exactly the right places. The first time you’d worn it, Yunho’s eyes were glued to you all night, until you finally got home and he was able to rip it off.

It would be such a shame for him not to see it tonight, you think, but as you raise your camera to take the picture, an even better idea drifts to the surface. You rush to the bedroom swiftly, pulling open your nightstand and finding just the right thing.

*

You can hear the music the moment the elevator opens. It pours from the practice room even with the doors closed, reverberating against the walls of the empty hallway. You look down at your coat, checking that you’re all wrapped up and smile a little to yourself.

You manage to slip into the room unnoticed. The members are in the midst of one of their newest songs, giving it their all. They run the track in perfect unison and you wonder how much more practice a group this perfect needs. Settled with your back against the wall, you wait.

The song ends and all that’s left is the hard breathing of the members. Yunho is hunched over for a few seconds before he comes up with a sigh and his gaze land on you. His eyes widen and he grins. Without missing a beat, he calls your name and runs over. You can’t help but notice how his skin glistens form the exercise, how his muscles flex as he jogs, so visible in the sleeveless shirt he’s wearing, how the tips of his hair are slightly wet, sticking to his forehead.

“What are you doing here?” he asks in surprise.

You look up at him, smiling, and put your hand onto his chest. “I don’t know, I guess I was missing you too much.”

His eyes go soft. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, “there’s just a lot we have to go through. It’ll be another hour at least.”

“That’s okay,” you reply, trailing your hand over his clothed abs, “you can go ahead. I’ll wait here for you.”

He looks down at your hand and back up. You watch, satisfied as desire trickles into your boyfriend’s eyes.

“I—” Yunho starts when a long arm wraps around his shoulder and a sweaty-looking Mingi pops up from behind.

“You better stop stalling,” he says in a hushed voice, “or Joong will never let us go home. I’m so hungry.”

Yunho breaks out into a smile. “Alright, alright.” He turns back to you.

“Better go finish this off then,” he says, his cheeks a bit flushed now.

You nod at him, still smiling mischievously.

The song starts up again and the boys are back in their element. New as the song is, you haven’t watched them perform it much, which is exciting. Your eyes can’t help but stick to Yunho though. The way he allows the music to envelop him is incredible. He’s in complete control, muscles contracting and relaxing perfectly with the beat. He looks so big and powerful. Every now and then, you notice him glancing over at you through the mirror. A tiny shudder runs down your spine when you imagine what might happen soon.

Not soon enough, you think, feeling yourself growing wet between your legs.

Biting your bottom lip shyly, you put your hand at your chest, fingering the zipper of your coat. You pull down a bit, revealing part of your cleavage. You wait until Yunho looks your way again to pull it down even further while you keep eye contact. Yunho’s eyes grow into two full moons and he freezes momentarily, causing Wooyoung to dance right into him and trip.

“Stop!” Hongjoong yells over the music as he walks over to turn it down, “Yunho, what happened?”

“I think we gotta cut him some slack,” Wooyoung says, giggling as he gets up, “he’s got company, after all.”

You hurriedly zip yourself back up before the other members get a view of your exposed chest.

Hongjoong looks tired, contemplating.

“Don’t you think we’ve run through it enough?” San cuts in, “I think maybe we could get a quick snack and go to bed so we’re ready for tomorrow’s events. Who’s with me?”

The members murmur in agreement for a bit when, finally, Hongjoong says, “fine, I suppose sleep might not be a bad idea— yes, Mingi, we’ll stop on the way home for snacks.”

“I think Yunho won’t need any snacks tonight,” Yeosang grins, “he’s all set.”

The members laugh and eye you as they grab their stuff and make their way out the practice room, leaving you alone with Yunho. The moment the door clicks shut, his eyes go dark and look straight at you.

“Take that off,” he orders.

You don’t have to be told twice. You zip down your coat and let it slide down your shoulders, revealing a sight that makes Yunho’s mouth drop open. He strides over to you at once and grabs hold of your waist.

“So now you have time for me, huh?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

“Shhh,” he says as he pushes you back until you hit the wall behind you. His lips hover over yours. “Talk later,” he whispers before clearing your head with a kiss so passionate you can’t help but moan into it. He’s not rough, just full of fire. He deepens the kiss with overwhelming eagerness, letting his tongue roam past your lips. Your hands come to hold his upper arms for support, squeezing into his biceps. His wet chest presses into you while his hands busy themselves exploring every inch of your body. He clutches the skin of your back, rakes down to your thighs and back up, stopping to grab your ass tightly.

A sudden moan escapes your lips as the feeling reminds you of what’s going on down there.

“You like that, baby?” he says in a low voice.

You can only moan more as he continues to massage your ass. This sets him off thinking. You can feel the realization hit him as his arms go slack for just a second.

“Babe,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” you reply coyly as you look up into his glazed eyes.

Tentatively, his hands move down to the hem of your dress, lifting it up. You gasp when he bares your behind. His fingers gently pull aside the thin stretch of fabric of your underwear and feel around until they’ve found what they’re looking for.

“Yunho—” you whine out at once. The pressure of his fingers against the butt plug heightening the delicious sensation of fullness you’ve been feeling since you put it in.

Yunho lets out a low hum against your lips. The press of his erection against your belly is unmistakable.

“I thought you’d like that,” you say, breath hitching when he pulls you closer by the hips. He grinds into you so slow you think you’ll go insane. His lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking to bruise.

“Please,” you moan, not even really knowing what the word means. Yunho’s lips curve up into a smirk momentarily, only to start licking and biting your skin with twice the fervor right after. You can tell he’s hard as a rock. He rubs himself against you, over and over, fingers digging into your skin as he caresses your waist and ass.

When he finally lets go, you’re both panting. Without a word, he grabs your hand and pulls you toward the mirrored wall of the practice room. Your hands touch the cool glass and your eyes land on Yunho behind you, taking off his shirt. He looks you up and down, lust dripping from his face.

“Fuck,” he curses when his eyes fixate on your ass, where the bejeweled plug sits, telling him just how needy his girlfriend has been. Staring intensely, he pulls down your panties.

“Baby,” he says, “you’re dripping.” He moves closer, putting his lips near your ear as his finger dips between your legs, feeling the slick wetness.

You bite back a moan as your legs buckle under the sudden pleasure.

“How long have you been waiting for me,” he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear, “how long have you had this thing filling you up, huh?” He takes the protruding end of the plug and moves it, tilting it from left to right.

You can’t possibly utter a response. His fingers are both exploring your folds and playing with the toy in your ass. It’s taking you every once of control not to cry out his name and start begging.

“Tell me, baby,” he repeats more sternly as he pulls at the plug slowly, letting it come out, inch by inch, “how long.”

“Yunho, please—” you whine out, wishing you had something to dig your nails into instead of the cool, sleek mirror before you.

“Too long,” you gasp out, feeling your hole contract around the tip of the toy.

Your eyes meet his for a brief moment and just then, he pushes the plug back inside of you, all the while slipping two fingers inside of your heat.

Yunho smiles as his fingers start pumping, slowly but deeply. “Please what?”

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Please, just—” you croak out.

“Use your words, baby,” he says, kissing down the new bruises on your neck as he pleasures you.

“Please just fuck me,” you let out at last, feeling your cheeks go livid hot from the confession.

But Yunho seems satisfied. He adds another finger to stretch you out.

“You want me to fuck you?” he says as he pulls down his sweatpants, “you want me to fill you up just like your ass is filled up so good right now?”

All you can do is nod and blush.

“You love taking it from both sides at once, don’t you?” he goes on. He removes his final piece of clothing, revealing he’s more than ready to fuck your brains out.

You get one glimpse at his throbbing erection before he gives you a push, bending you over. You hands slide down against the mirror. When you look up again, Yunho has removed his fingers from between your legs and is positioning himself behind you. The tip of his dick moves just beyond your folds, entering you only just. He looks massive from this angle, a thought that makes you clench.

Yunho hums darkly in return and places both hands on your hips.

“Ready, baby?” he asks.

He only needs the tiniest nod from you to push forward.

He knows not to go all the way at once. You need adjusting to his size.

Weak-legged, you whimper under him. He feels so damn good already. You watch him bite his lip as he fights to restrain himself.

“M— more—” you mutter, too impatient to care about the possible pain.

His eyes snap to yours and you can see the gratitude in them just before he pushes deeper and you throw your head back in pain and pleasure. He goes slowly, panting loudly as he does, until he finally bottoms out against your ass.

It’s as if you’ve never been this full, as if anything more would mean his dick was in your abdomen. There can’t possibly be anything more than—

He starts to move and you lose your damn mind.

“Yunho—” you start to whine in spurs as he thrusts into you. It’s so much so suddenly. Your legs feel so weak but your arms are keeping you up against the glass. When you finally manage to open your eyes again, you find Yunho’s handsome face contorted in pleasure. Beads of sweat are running down his temples now and with every thrust of his hips, he lets out a deep, little pant that makes you go wild. His hands have an iron grip on you but after a minute or so, he releases one to grab hold of your arm. You take one hand off the mirror and allow Yunho to pull the arm back; another way of him controlling you. You’re ready to give yourself over to him completely, let him do whatever he wants. That’s how he makes you feel.

“You’re so tight,” he groans as he looks down his torso, no doubt admiring the jewel that still peeks out of your behind.

You’ve become a dissonant melody of moans under him. You’ve gone numb with pleasure. All you want is more of him.

“Please—” There’s that word again. You can’t help yourself from spilling it over and over again when he’s pleasuring you.

Yunho smiles in understanding. It’s one smooth movement. He tugs at your arm so you’re up against his chest. Your eyes meet again, both pairs a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.

“My baby needs all her holes filled, doesn’t she?” Yunho murmurs, never stopping his hips from grinding into you. He brings two of his large fingers to your lips, pressing softly. You immediately know to open your mouth to him so he can slip them inside. You taste yourself as they rest on your tongue. You moan around the digits and start suckling, relishing how they stifle your breath.

“There you go, baby,” he says darkly, “you’re all filled up.”

Tears begin to sting in your eyes from how overstimulated you’re becoming but there’s nothing you can do now. You can tell Yunho is starting to lose himself into the act as well. His thrusts get harder, faster and now, each time his pelvis hits against the butt plug, it shifts slightly inside of you, hitting just the right spot every single time.

You cry out loudly but he doesn’t care. On the contrary; he sticks his fingers deeper past your lips, nearly making you gag, while his dick slides in and out of you at rapid speed.

“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder as another row of slurs leave his lips.

“Yunho, I’m—” you manage to say before your cries become completely incoherent. You see only white as your G-spot is hit, over and over, sending you into a mind-blowing orgasm. It seems to last forever as Yunho never falters. He’s relentless, searching his own high.

With another deep groan his fingers leave your mouth and grab hold of your hips again. You’re only just in time to place your hands against the glass to keep yourself from falling over. His grip is so tight it hurts but that’s nothing compared to the feeling coursing through your system right now. It’s wave after wave of pure bliss, until over-stimulation takes hold of you.

“Babe,” Yunho moans and, just as you think you can’t handle another second, he shudders against you, reaching his own high. He rides it out while you whine at every move, unbelievably satisfied by your boyfriend.

When he finally lets go of your hips, you collapse onto the practice room floor, utterly spent.

Yunho runs over moments later with his trench coat, draping it over you.

“Such, a gentleman,” you smile as he lies down next to you.

“I know.” He grins proudly, wrapping himself around you. His hands travel over your naked form under the coat. He can’t help but stop at your butt, to play with the plug some more. He chuckles as he watches you squirm at the slightest touch.

“Hey, baby,” he says, kissing your shoulder blade.

You merely hum wearily in reply.

“Can we buy some more of these?”

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Cute Guys with Pink Hair

Sunoo x gn! reader; just a fluffy make-out with some very Sunoo-like crack; 1.2k words (this got longer than I had expected lmao)

Mellow speaks: Here you go lovely anon! A fluffy Sunoo make-out just like you had requested. It was super fun to write, mainly because I loved imagining Sunoo's reaction to stuff bc he's such a meme lmao. I hope you enjoy reading it! And as always, asks and requests are open, so shoot away any requests/suggestions you have!

"Y/N come onnnnn! I'm giving you five seconds. If you're not here by then, I'm starting the movie," Sunoo calls out, and you can practically hear the pout on his face as he waits for you on the couch. Saturday nights are your favorite time of the week, because your boyfriend and you have a ritual of watching movies together every weekend, something you do without fail. And today is no different, with you getting the snacks ready, and Sunoo downloading the worst movies of all time, so that the two of you can make fun of them while cuddling and binging on your favorite food. Yes, you are weird that way, but as your boyfriend says, "Where's the charm in being normal?"

"Instead of yelling out orders from the couch, why don't you come help me carry some of the snacks out, huh?," you reply, rolling your eyes. Soon enough, Sunoo is by your side, a soft giggle escaping his lips as you hand him a few bags of chips and cookies, ruffling his hair. Picking up the rest of the goodies, you walk back into the living room, plopping down onto the couch as he presses "Play." The first few minutes of the movie go by in a blur, as you try to get into a position that's both comfortable and cozy. Throwing your legs over Sunoo's, you wiggle closer to him as he pulls your head on his chest, his arms resting near the small of your back.

"Oh my god, how can she be that stupid? That's not a ghost that's her mom in a bathrobe what the hell?," you snicker out midway through the second movie, as Sunoo pops a Hershey's Kiss into your mouth. "I know right? I can't wait for her to die," he replies, making your hand, which was on its way to grabbing a pack of Cheetos, stop halfway, retreating to smack him on the shoulder. "Hey!," he pouts, making you giggle as you grab some popcorn from the bowl. "You can't just wish for someone to die like that, you meanie," you say, giving your boyfriend a look that tell him that you want nothing more than to watch the stupid excuse of a girl die too. By the time the movie ends, you are practically on Sunoo's lap, your head snuggled between his shoulder and chest, as he rakes his hand through your hair. "Your hair feels really nice today," he says, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you hum in response.

The next movie you decide on turns out to be a weird parody on some rom-com, and you can't help the soft giggles escaping your lips as you witness the characters' failed attempts at romance. All of a sudden, Sunoo's attention is drawn away from the movie when he feels his hand being swatted away as he reaches out to grab a handful of chips from the bag you're holding. He looks down, his signature pout back on his face, as you look up at him mischievously. "The last ones are mine," you whisper, causing him to whine as he attempts to grab the pack away from you. "Y/N, that's not fair. Lemme have some!," he fake cries, making you finally take pity on him. You pick up a couple of chips from what remains in the pack, making his eyes crinkle up and the smile that you love so much, grace his lips. Just as your hand goes up to feed them to him, your attention is caught by a moan coming from the TV.

Turning back towards the screen, you feel Sunoo's chest rise and fall heavily, as he gulps while taking in the scene in front of him. The characters have somehow managed to make things work, and are now making out in the office. Scrunching your nose, you decide to turn the TV off, causing Sunoo to blink as if he's coming out of a trance. "I didn't like the characters, and that scene was just....not right," you say, shuddering as you think back upon it. "O-oh, uhmm, y-yeah. Good call, Y/N," he chokes out, still unsettled about the scene. Looking up at him, you notice his confused expression, and ask, "Babe, you okay?," making him finally smile down at you, as he comes back to his normal self. "Yeah, I'm fine. The scene was just too gross considering how annoying the characters were," he laughs, and you can't help but join in. "I mean, who'd want to kiss that handsome jerk of a man?," he explains, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. "Beats me. Even more so since I personally am into cuter guys, preferably those with pink hair," you say, a mischievous glint visible in your eyes.

At your words, he suddenly stops laughing, looking at you with a soft smile playing at his lips. The both of you lean in without noticing, realizing just how close you are only when your lips are inches away. "Cute guys with pink hair," you whisper, closing the distance and placing a soft kiss onto Sunoo's lips, one that he reciprocated with equal warmth. It's as if the surroundings fade away, leaving only the two of you, in each other's embrace. You turn around to face him fully, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, as his own hands cup your cheeks, before moving down your shoulders and coming to rest around your waist.

A few seconds into the kiss Sunoo softly licks your bottom lip, making you crack a smile before slightly deepening the kiss. The move catches him off-guard, causing him to let out a soft gasp into the kiss, your fingers making their way into his hair. You tug onto his hair softly, making him melt into your touch. A few minutes later, just as he places his hand back on your cheek, you pull away suddenly, playfully turning your head to the side when he tries to pull you back in. Hearing him whine at the loss of contact, you can't help the string of giggles that escapes your lips as you smile at him, leaning in closer again.

Sunoo doesn't wase a single moment in catching your lips in another kiss, this one even softer than the previous one. A contented sigh escapes his lips, which curl up into a smile when he feels you return the kiss, throwing your legs around either side of his lap. You stay like that for what feels like hours, just soaking up each other's presence. Trying to get cozier, Sunoo leans back into the couch, causing his hand to land on the remote, and switching the TV on again. Hearing the characters in the movie break into a sappy theme song, you reluctantly break away from the kiss. Pulling away, the both of you let out a groan at how bad the movie is, breaking into peals of laughter when your eyes meet.

"Shall we ditch these stupid movies and just go cuddle in bed?," Sunoo says, making you smile and nod your head in excitement. "Lead the way, my pink-haired cutie," comes your reply.

[thisisgonnafuxkinkillme]

POV: You Got Wayyy Too High

Warnings: Drug use (weed lol)

Aizawa Shouta/ Eraserhead

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked Aizawa as he plopped his bag at the door. You were trying to smoke weed from a pipe, but instead of lighting the actual herb, you were trying to heat it up from the bottom of the pipe.

You’d never smoked weed, but wanted to try it and bought the supplies from a local smoke shop, as well as buying some good stuff from your friend.

Unfortunetly, you also didn’t bother to look up how to actually use a pipe, instead just relying on knowledge you gained from drug documentaries.

This meant that you only knew how people heated up heroin with a flame under the spoon, which meant that surely you could do the same with weed.

“No, no, no, no. Stop that,” he ordered. You were his age, but nonetheless still buckled under his stern tone.

“Look, do you need me to show you how to do it?” he asked, gently taking the glass pipe from your hand. You nodded.

“Watch carefully,” he ordered, as he properly lit up the herb as he inhaled the smoke. He then passed it to you, watching you carefully to make sure you were doing it right. Soon, you got the hang of it.

Even sooner, though, you were a coughing mess.

“Calm it down, there. Don’t take huge puffs. You’re not impressing anyone here, y/n,” he scolded, taking another puff. He did it effortlessly, as if he’d done it for years. (He has.)

You wanted to impress him, though, even though he seemed to not care what you did. You just wanted to prove to him that you were ~cool~.

Well, this ended up in you looking very... uncool.

While Aizawa was chilling with a pretty decent high, you were laid across the bed, starfish style, blasting music in your ears. You were honestly vibing though, so Aizawa didn’t mess with you. For now.

The next day, he definitely teased you a little bit about how totally out of it you were, and how you listened to the same song on loop for 3 hours.

“How did you know that?” You asked, cocking a brow.

“Uh, because your headphones weren’t plugged in?”

Yagi Toshinori/ All Might

He was smoking when you came home, and though he tried to hide it, you smelled it. He acted as if he was just caught as a 17 year old in his mom’s house.

“Uh, no, it’s nothing! I...I don’t do anything like that!” He insisted.

“Toshi, come on. I can smell it,” you smiled. He covered his face.

“Please, please, keep this between you and I...I only do it because it helps with the pain and-”

You cut him off, “ I dont care why you do it, just lemme have some already!” 

Of course, you were just teasing him, and he knew that, but he couldn’t help but ask, “...You smoke?”

You shook your head playfully.

“If you’ll let me, I’d like to try some, though!” 

He passed it to you, and you took a way-too-long drag. Instantly, you were doubled over, coughing and hacking your lungs out. 

He patted your back firmly.

“Since this is your first time, you’re gonna cough a little. Just try to take smaller puffs and take deep breaths. There you go.”

Once you recovered, and Yagi got his turn, he handed the joint back to you. It continued to be passed back and forth between you two until it was finally no longer than a centimeter. 

For a moment, you both just chilled out on the couch together, just vibing. That was until Toshinori noticed your goofy, dreamy facial expression. He chuckled to himself, but that was all you needed to become hysterical, laughing so hard that you couldn’t breathe. Seeing you laugh so much of course made Toshi a mess as well, which only added to your decent into utter madness.

Eventually, though, you both calmed down, and Toshi excused himself so that he could go take a quick bath. He often did this whenever he smoked, so that the warm water could aid even more in soothing his aching muscles and creaky bones.

So you were left alone. Totally unattended. At first, everything was totally fine.

However, as you started to actually feel the effects of the herb, you began to panic.

Is this normal? Does everyone else feel like this when they smoke? Oh God, this isn’t right...oh fuck, I’m gonna be the first dumbass to OD on THC...fuck...

Thoughts whizzed past your brain, every single one making sure you knew how totally fucked you were.

Tears streamed silently down your cheeks as you counted your pulse with two fingers on your wrist, but you coulnd’t find a pulse.

oh fuck...i’m probably going to pass out any minute now...it’s all over...

Images of your final goodbyes to everyone you loved flashed just behind your eyes.

“How’re you holding up, pumpkin?” asked Toshi, coming back from the bath, in a robe and his golden hair still damp.

You looked at him, your eyes red and puffy.

“Toshi...I’m...I’m dying...I love you, okay?” you murmured. He would have laughed, all except he saw the genuine fear in your eyes. 

He sat down next to you, surrounding you with all of his lanky limbs. 

“You’re not dying, honey. What you’re feeling right now is totally normal, I promise. Take some nice, deep breaths for me. Come on. There you go. Good.”

He cradled you there for a good while, until he felt your tense muscles finally slacken, and your breathing evened out.

Toshi made a mental note to never let you smoke that much ever again, guilt pinching at his sides.

Fatgum/Taishiro Toyomitsu

You had taken an edible cookie from your friend. She told you it was just a small bit in there, just enough for you to feel something.

You decided to be modest, eating just half of the cookie. You didn’t notice any effects, and out of sheer boredom you decided to go ahead and eat the rest of it. No harm in that, right?

Well, an hour later, it kicked in. You were expecting to feel something interesting, but you definately weren’t expecting anything like this at all. 

Everything seemed so far away. Even your breathing sounded like it was coming down a long corridor and echoing to your ears. You could feel your soul swimming in your body. 

Fatgum, who you lived with, luckily finished his hero duties early, and walked into the house joyfully as usual.  He called out your name. You didn’t reply.

His large footsteps could be heard, but you were too busy thinking about how weird breathing sounds to notice. 

Fatgum soon found you collapsed on the bathroom floor, face pressed against the cool tile.

Immediately, he propped you up against the wall, looking into your eyes with great concern.

“What did you take? Y/n, look at me. What did you take?” 

You lazily looked at him, your face completely serious. As serious as it could be, anyway.

“...i...it was...edible...” you mumbled out. As soon as he understood, he was laughing hysterically.

“s..stop...s not funny...” you grumbled, punching him in the gut. 

“Alright, alright... let’s get you into bed. You’ll feel much better once you wake up,” he smiled, picking you up and bringing you into the bedroom. 

You quickly were comforted by the warm, heavy comforter. Fatgum took a moment to look at you in your groggy state, trying his best to hold back a laugh. It was so painfully obvious that you’d never done anything like this in your life. His only regret was not being around to witness your ascent into cloud 9.

Soon, though, you had drifted into dreamland.

Hizashi Yamada

You locked yourself in your bathroom, sneakily lighting up the joint you bought off of your friend. Your boyfriend was in his room, playing Fortnite or some shit, and frankly, you were embarrassed to smoke in front of him. You knew that he’d definately find something to roast you about, and he was relentless.

A couple minutes after you lit up, though, the door was basically busted down.

“HEY, HEY! You better be planning on sharing some of that!” yelled Hizashi, his hand already out and waiting. He still had his headset on, but you saw with relief that his mic was turned off. You passed it to him.

“Augh! Where the hell didja get this weak shit, y/n? Nah, this ain’t gonna cut it,” he complained, putting it out. 

“Hey! I got that from my friend, dude! What the hell?” you frowned. Before you could be too mad at the waste, though, Hizashi pulled out a small wooden box from under his bed. Opening it, he revealed his stash of entirely too much pot.

You covered your mouth, stifiling a laugh. How the fuck could you have not smelled it? 

Within five minutes, he’d rolled up a blunt, and was passing it to you, already lit. 

It was gone after a little over half an hour, and you could already feel the effects. Your eyes were dry, your stomach craving junk food, and your brain craving chill vibes.

He returned to his game, unbothered but his volume definately toned down about 5 notches. He was a lot more chill than you’d ever seen him act, ever.

You found your way into the kitchen.

Once his game was over, he met you in there. You were in front of the fridge, pulling out thing after thing. By the time he’d gotten to you, you had eaten half a jar of pickles, three pieces of cake (with your bare hands), drank a bunch of soda, and you were headed for the chips that were sitting idly on the top of the fridge.

“oh, God...what the fuck are ya up to, dude?” he groaned. He did not want to deal with this mess.

You grinned at him.  “I dunno, maan... look dude could you just get me these up here? please bro...” you giggled. He sighed dramatically, taking them.

However, instead of handing them over to you, with your dirty little fingers, he ate them.

“stoppp, bro, please lemme get some!” you pouted. He acted as if he couldn’t hear you, leaving the kitchen. You followed after him, kicking him in the shins. 

Still, he didn’t seem to notice.

“Hizashi, come on, maaannnn!” 

He laid himself on the bed, covering himself with blankets. He pulled out his phone, calling you.  “Y/n, I miss you so much, man. Come chill out!” he spoke into the phone, trying his best not to break the act. You were absolutely furious at this point, punching at him.

“I’m right here, you doughnut!!” you groaned.  Dramatically sighing, Hizashi frowned, “I really wish y/n was here to sesh with me...” all while still eating the chips. You jumped on top of him. 

Finally, you caught him off gaurd, grabbed the chips, and locked yourself back up in the bathroom. 

This time, though, he just left you be. 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

What’s the Use of Wonderin’ Part Seven

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: Mature (This may change)

Notes: I’m planning on these being a series of short chapters, I think (drabble-length or a bit longer). I’m still working my way through watching the series.

Title is from a song from the musical Carousel

Warnings: Cursing; mentions of sexual situations

Summary: Peña and Murphy were both risk-takers. Occasionally their unconventional methods got them in trouble.

“Café, abejita?”

Wow, whatever favor this was must’ve been big if he wasn’t even going to bother to just give you that smirk and a cookie-cutter compliment. You had been given a caffeinated beverage, this was big. You eyed the cup that had been set on your desk, fingers still moving over the keys of your typewriter.

“What do you want, Peña.”

“Who says I want anything?”

You cast him a withering glance and he wilted a little.

“We need your access to the white room.”

Your brows rose as you spotted Murphy hovering behind him.

“Why are you coming to me about this and not going to the CIA?”

“If we could go to the CIA, we would,” Murphy braced himself against your desk, “We know that Noonan’s had you working with them on file disposal.”

That was true. You’d been insanely busy lately - between the work on the Medellín cartel and Noonan’s loaning you out to help the CIA, probably as punishment for that visa form situation.

“And my misfortune is beneficial to you how?”

“We need you to take a little longer disposing one of those files while we...Take a look at it,” Peña explained. You leaned back in your seat, considering them for a moment.

Peña and Murphy were both risk-takers. Occasionally their unconventional methods got them in trouble. More recently, Peña’s had gotten you in trouble. But they wouldn’t ask you to do something like this if they didn’t have a damn good reason.

You pushed a sigh out through your nose.

“Which file.”

--

“Don’t fucking crowd me, geez. At least pretend to be subtle,” You grumbled at Murphy as he stood from his desk. You’d sandwiched the file they’d asked for between a few others. You took one file off of the top, passing it to Murphy before passing the others to Peña. Peña began to leaf through them surreptitiously, the stopped, doing a double-take when you leaned against his desk.

“... Please go enjoy your well-earned coffee,” He said.

“Ah, ha, no. That thing doesn’t leave my fucking sight. You get what you need from it, and then it goes back with me, so hurry up,” You said, looking around. It was only a few moments before he said, “Got it.”

Murphy rounded the desk to look at the fruits of your illegal activity, and you peered down, taking in the picture of partially uncovered and mostly decayed human remains.

“...Who,” You said flatly.

“One of the Ochoa’s top sicarios. They claimed he was still working for Escobar, but the guy’s been missing for years. Wysession accidentally let the guy’s name slip during our last briefing,” Peña grumbled.

“That is our best defense,” Murphy sighed as he brought his mug to his lips.

“Seems pretty bare-bones,” You quipped. You raised your brows as Steve spluttered his coffee.

“Did you just make a joke, abejita?” Javier looked up at you, eyes brimming with mocking awe.

“I happen to do that pretty often, Peña.”

“No, ma’am, you do not. At least, not when I’m around.”

“Mm, see, that’s because when you’re around, I don’t have to. You are the joke. Now, are you done? Because I have a coffee waiting.”

Peña rolled his eyes, pulling the photo out of the file and standing, “Lemme just make a copy.”

“Be quick about it.”

“I should never have offered to caffeinate you if you’re this bossy without my help.” Tag List: @justanotherblonde23​; @pascalesque​ ; @revolution-starter​ ; @the-feckless-wonder​ ​; @angels-pie​​ ; @lcandothisallday​ ; @xletmetaste-yoursmilex

[kuekyuuq]

Gloria, Jet-lags and Imps [6x11]

Let’s jump right in:

Kinda love how Kara lamp-shaded addressed the fact she didn't tell the gang about her adventures in the PZ. She’s not wrong, tho.

...what do I want to say about Mxy using what's basically a well-known gay-anthem to tell his tale? I mean, it didn’t lead anywhere. The original song is about freeing oneself, liberation, stepping out of a (gone bad) relationship and moving on, stronger for it - empowerment. The only connection I could make, is that originally it was Nyxly’s aim to just do that (freeing herself and her kind from an oppressor), but in the way Mxy performed it, that part of the parallel was long over before he even reached the chorus. It’s also a popular Karaoke song, tho, so... he chose it because it’s catchy? I’ll try not to overthink it for now. At least, the Superfriend’s reactions were fun.

Nia exiting the elevator, "And what's this Old Stone?" I love it when ppl enter a room / situation and pick up on words that they couldn't have possibly heard. I think cinema sins ding such... Are we to assume, she dreamed Mxy's rendition of ‘I will survive’? Or is the elevator not sound-proof at all? (If it’s the latter, Nia later apparently telling Brainy “in private” between scenes / during the elevator ride about her Nyxly adventures, was a silly thing to do.)

So, "Jared" created the ring Old Stone to rule them all, it got shattered into the Paragons totems? Nyxly needs the totems and to get them she needs a crystal which also belonged to "Jared" - who happens to be Mxy's ancestor, which is why she needs Mxy / his blood, too.

I have one important and incredibly relevant question here, tho... 

With the introduced imps and their names... Why’s dude named Jared of all things?!

Really, did I mishear that? If so, I’ll leave it as is and never edit, bc that would be hilarious in its own right 😋

...

Not sure what to make about Supergirl paraphrasing a Dirty Dancing quote.  "Nobody puts Mxy into a power crystal on my watch."  ...is he Baby now? (Seriously, though: Which of the writers thought that was a fitting quote to use in that particular context?)

...now, is the exposition section of the episode over yet?

Sensitive Brainy sensed something was up with Nia. He can relate... Nia doubting Kara would understand, too, is ridiculous. But I get it... insecurities and all. But, I mean, just 5 minutes later Kara announces she wants to save Nyxly despite her wrongdoings. And yet Nia still remains convinced, Kara wouldn’t forgive her own personal mini-me... After having witnessed Kara forgiving Lena for a whole season of the writers being stupid messing up to the nth degree. But I digress, Lena’s Lena.

...how old is Nia meant to be again? Just asking out of completely unrelated curiosity.

F*ck. They really went with NewFoundland...

Imma assume it was an executive choice after realizing they couldn’t find enough actors and actresses with a convincing Irish accent... maybe. Again, no offense to Newfoundland! Just... we got the insinuations of Ireland, not Newfoundland... And truthfully, when I think of magic, Ireland is an easy association. Whereas I only due to this whole debacle learned Newfoundland has Irish ancestry. So, okay, the show forced me to learn something new... I give ‘em that.

An easy journey, she said.

Lena's been off-screen for two whole episodes, Kara announcing at the beginning of ‘Dreamweaver’ [6x09] Lena being “back east” (at least insinuating Lena’s left the west-coast already), which span over at least one full day (feat. a scene at night), and ‘I still rise’ [6x10] at least another a whole day (the whole Nia’s mom back for a day deal). And, now, after at least 48 hours she barely just arrived.

Lemme check how long a regular plane would need to fly from California to NFL......... ... .. .. So... approx. 10 hours with at least one layover. 

Yeah, using a private jet made it easier, but apparently also much, much slower...

Or, Lena randomly went some other places / did some sight-seeing in NFL before she decided to finally visit her mother’s hometown...  [Either that or the timelines don’t match up and Lena’s scenes are flashbacks of sorts.]

Optimistic and relaxed Lena is a sight to behold. I rewound 3 times, just to enjoy it for as long as possible. We all knew it was going to be short-lived... 

Let’s check off a few more items...

OMG, Kara hiding behind Alex at the mere sight of the PZ-projector broke my heart!  😢

"Elisabeth Walsh" is the new 'the one you shall not name'. ...poor Lena. 😭

Oh, so Mxy wants to be Patrick Swayze instead of Baby... gotcha.

...is this going anywhere?

KITTY!!! Okay, this must be the best opponent in the history of CWSG. 

Despite the horrible CGI, SG using her heat-vision to project a laser-beam to distract the cat had me in (happy-) tears! 🤣

Gotta love the civilians of National City quickly returning to business as usual once the giant cat is gone. Even the police officers looked rather chill...

Nyxly did look fabulous this episode ^^ 

Andrea being Lena's rock is both great and annoying. I can't fault Andrea. It's just, that we still have to see an on-screen interaction between Lena and Kara and that bugs the heck out of me. I can’t help it. I’m sorry, Andrea.

Nia: "...is my fault." Kara: "Nu, is MY fault!" J'onn: "Stop fighting, kids!" Space-dad has spoken.

Mxy used an LuthorCorp copy machine... and of cos it's faulty. It's not an L-Corp product.

Kara forgiving Nia came as a surprise to her... Oooookay. I mean, the show has been writing Kara a bit inconsistently the past two seasons... so, yeah, maybe being unsure which of her traits apply this week was not such a far stretch...

Maybe it's the hair, but I wished, Florence was played by Alex Kingston.

So, not-Alex-Kingston shows Lena herself with a funny wig and tells her how her mother was still watching her...

If it wasn't for Katie's acting skills (I love her.) I would have already hit my head against the wall repeatedly. Something about these scenes had me constantly cringe and I made it through 5.5 seasons of this show already... Can’t quite put my finger on it, but it was highly distracting from the story that explained Lena’s mom was special even to another witch, where there was domestic abuse, and an accidental murder. Y’know, important stuff, deep-cutting stuff! 

At least, poor widddle Lena got some closure there. Elisabeth was a good cookie. And filled with magic. And Lena’s gotta have that ‘spark’, too... 

....so... Lena’s gonna stay in NFL for how much longer, to train becoming a witch?  Please, just hand her a how-to manual and send her back home, to figure it out on her own, please... (Yes, that would be horrible decision-making, but I need her back with the team!)

On to the finish line: 

So... Mxy IS Nyxly's brother? Wait, that doesn’t sound right... then Nyxly would have the same blood... Did I miss something? Can someone explain, please? Or is he her ex, and that’s where his rendition of “I will survive” makes sense?

Hnn... I can't help, but think Kara's speech for Nyxly was 85% based on her experiences with Lena in s05.

Awww... he said "stronger together"... Mxy... I hope, you'll be okay!

Lena believes in magic now. And I absolutely love how Lena wants to science magic XD

...but apparently magic isn’t science that hasn’t been explained yet, but parallel... powers? concepts? ether strings?

Nyxly has a loyal henchman now. Which was a bit heavy-handed. Took way too much of screen-time, so it better leads to something interesting.

And Kara is on a warpath now. Wooooot! Girl’s got enough.

...what else? 

Did I miss a third Patrick Swayze hint / quote / mention?  I learned, these things come in threes... Y’know, basic writing rules... 

I guess, for once the episode title was meant to be taken literally, Mxy popping up between characters, to try and help. (I need in-show footage, of Mxy sneaking up on ppl, without his powers, on all fours / crouched, just to get the desired effect.) I mean, I’ve never really watched Malcom, but wasn’t he like what Mxy usually is? A bit of a trouble-maker, prankster, chaos-ensuing wherever he goes? ...well, in that case, the episode title didn’t hold up, as Mxy’s scenes were not fun or really goofy. Yes, there was some superficial humor, but just to serve Mxy dealing with not being able to use his powers, which in turn was only barely scratched at (although it turned out to be his final character development crisis, appreciating not having powers and - in turn - facing consequences for once). Again, a whole lot going on in the episode, so a lot of that may have ended up on the cutting-room floor.

...where’s Kelly? Secretly adopting a kid, maybe?

...Kara’s still a reporter, right? I mean, whenever it serves the immediate plot, yes? ...Not even a throw-away line, that she has to pop up at CatCo for appearances sake? Since Andrea is already upset with her AND looking into her friends’ identities? At least, Kara should take a peek to make sure Andrea hasn’t uncovered anything yet... No?

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. Kue out.

[eatsbop]

One more cause this is a fun coping mechanism

HTF Fortune Cookies but it's about their love life this time

Hobin - Small But Certain Happiness (i teared up fr ? lmao)

Taehoon - Dynamite (LMAO)

Yeonwoo - Out of the Blue (ARE YOU SHITTING ME AHAHSHHSHSHSHJ THIS SONG FR BY DOWOON AND HEEJIN I HATE EVERYONE GET OUT LMAO nevermind the lyrics it's a sign, how dare u taehoon lmao)

Jihyeok - Strawberry Moon (how can life be more perfect, awwww jihyeok-ah! ajshsjshdhshj)

Gaeul - You (okay lemme just share the cover real quick)

Mangi - Go Go (WHY)

Jenny - I Like Me Better (EVERYONE OUT LMAO)

Munseong - Stay With Me (nnn.. no. pffhahhaha)

Wanguk - The Long Night (boi.. that.. that's anxiety inducing)

Rumi - Paint On Spring (that's a lil better he's just going through guilt)

The ghost of Seongjoon - Pimples (*stares at the ceiling*)

Since we have ☝ then also the ghost of Dowoon - LOVE (WAIT WAIT BABY BOI BABY BOI JUST COME BACK TO TAEHOON OH MY GOSH CRYING)

Bomi - Sweet Love (*looks at Munseong lmao*)

Seongjoon's lady - Dazzling Beautiful (she.. she is i mean-)

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a very burrow christmas {Harry potter}

Summary: Harry and his girlfriend enjoy Christmas with their favourite people, the Weasleys. This is a no voldy au so every one is alive and happy:')

A/n: this is written by me and @pregnant-piggy 

(he has no right to be this cute wtf)                                                    

"Harry," y/n said trying to shake Harry's grip off her waist. "Haaryyy" she said in a sing song voice poking his cheek. "Wake up Potter!" She picked him again. "Ugh, lemme sleep l/n." Harry grumbled pulling y/n closer in his arms. "Five more minutes." He said snuggling his face into her neck. "Fine." She sighed playfully and melted into his embrace, falling asleep once again.

They were woken up properly when sirius barged into the room screaming "WAKE UP." He saw the sight in front of him and he almost let them be and leave. Almost being the word here, instead he called out to his best friend very loudly. "Prongs! Your son is trying to make you a grandfather early!" There was a series of clangs and crashes and ran in James Potter with crooked and a slightly red face. "What? Where?" Sirius snickered and pointed at Harry and y/n who were now waking up due to the commotion. "What's going on?" Harry asked groggily.

"Nothing, just sirius being an arse. Now wake up and get dressed, you both have to go the burrow today." James told his son and his girlfriend.

Harry groaned and nuzzled his face in y/n's shoulder. She giggled and pushed his head away, ignoring the googly eyes Sirius and James were making. 'Come on, Harry. The Weasleys are waiting for us. And you know how Ron gets when he has to wait.' In the doorframe, Sirius and James chuckled, but one look from Harry was enough to send them away. He and y/n got dressed in silence, both lost in their thoughts. When they came down, James and Lily were sitting at the dining table, both a mug in their hand and a smug smile on their face. Harry grumbled something about 'embarrassing him with their stupid faces' and James laughed loudly.

Still slightly grumpy, Harry ate his breakfast quietly. "So y/n, when are your parents returning?" Lily asked Y/n. She put her galss of orange juice down. "Oh, they'll be joining us tomorrow for Christmas at the Weasley's house." Lily nodded. "That's good." "Alright kiddos it's time to go." James clapped his hands together. Both Harry and y/n grabbed hold of their bags. One by one they walked into the fireplace and flooed to the burrow.

Harry reached first. He stepped out of the fireplace and and a second later out came y/n. She dusted the soot of her clothes and smiled at Harry. As Harry turned around, he was immediately hit on the face with a blob of frosting. Y/n burst out laughing. "You look so stupid Harry." She said, still laughing extremely loudly. "What a horrible day!" Harry whined.

The culprits behind the frosting on Harry's face walked to them with sly grins on their faces. Ofcourse it was fred and George. "Hello Harry, did you enjoy your Christmas welcome?" They said in unison. "No." Harry grumbled. "It was amazing, good job guys." Y/n high fived the twins. "Are you my girlfriend or theirs?" Harry asked her feigning betrayal. He put his fingers to his face and removed some of the frosting and rubbed it all over y/n's cheeks. She gasped. "No you didn't!" "Yes I did." Harry said mockingly.

Y/n took the piping bag from Fred's hands and squeezed it all over Harry's unruly black hair. "You've started war woman!" Harry declared and snatched the bag from her and ripped it on her head. "Ewww." She groaned. By then, all the Weasley kids had gathered, hearing the commotion. "Er, hi guys." Harry and y/n said sheepishly. "You had a frosting fight, without me?" Ron asked in betrayal. "Join in?" Y/n asked him. "YES!" He cheered.

Everybody grabbed some frosting bags and started throwing it at eachother. "What is going on here!" Mrs Weasley arrived, looking at the mess created in her living room. Everyone froze in their tracks and dropped whatever they were holding. "I asked you kids to frost cookies, not each other! Now clean up the mess. Stat!" Her face was red. The room was silent. "Do not worry kids, we got this." Fred and George said. They whipped out their wands and muttered a spell and the room was back to normal. "You're welcome." They grinned.

With the very little frosting that was left, it was quickly decided that the cookies would taste just as good without decoration. After everyone was washed up they sat in the living room, calming down from the frosting war. All were happily discussing what gifts they hoped they would get, when Ron proposed to play a game. Chutes and Ladders was taken out and everyone sat around it.

What was supposed to be an innocent game, soon turned into a battle in which no one was spared. Loud laughter erupted every time someone had to slide back to the start and groans from everyone but the player came whenever they could ascend a ladder.

Harry was the first one to give up. He still had the same, although maybe a little less, mood he had had in the morning and when he had to go back to the start for the third time, he threw his pawn away and declared he was done with the game. He pulled y/n on his lap and rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched how she slowly made her way to the last box.

'I won! I won!' she exclaimed when she placed her pawn on the final box and she threw her arms in the air. Everyone laughed bittersweet at her victory, but y/n noticed nothing of it as she turned around to Harry and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry chuckled and placed a kiss on her temple. She however threw all her weight in the embrace and together with her boyfriend she fell to the floor.

Harry's chest was rising and falling with his laughter and y/n was lying on top of him. She lifted but kept hovering over him. The look on Harry's face was so delicate that she couldn't but place a soft kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled into the kiss when he heard everyone around them groan and yell.

'MOM! y/n and Harry can't keep their hands off each other!' Ron screamed to the kitchen and y/n climbed off Harry, not hiding her smug smile on her lips. She looked at Harry and he winked at her, his cheeks as red as the hair of the Weasleys around him.

It was night by the time the game ended and everyone's stomach was growling in hunger. "Kids, time for dinner!" Mrs Weasley called out. Everyone ran to the table, mouth watering at the smell of the deliciously steaming food. Roast turkey, cranberry sauce, pie and chocolate cake among others was spread out on the table. Everyone dug in and relished the delicious meal. Mrs Weasley this is so good!" Harry said in delight. "Thankyou dear." She smiled. Soon all the food on the table was cleared and nothing but a few crumbs remained.

Since it was Christmas Eve, Hermione suggested that they sang Christmas carols. Ginny decided that they sang o Christmas tree. Everyone sang along singing off tune, but still the Christmas cheer filled the air. The burrow never failed to brighten the mood. After carols, everyone dropped their gifts under the giant tree in the middle of the living room. Fred and George tried to sneak glances at the boxes which had their names on them. They even almost ripped one of the gifts open before mrs Weasley smacked their hands away.

Around eleven pm, mr Weasley handed everyone mugs of hot chocolate as everyone sat in the backyard. It was snowing and one could see their breath in the cold. "It's so nice outside." Ginny muttered. Everyone nodded in agreement. Harry rested his head on y/n's shoulder and she kissed his forehead. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." Y/n whispered lifting Harry's chin to place a kiss on his lips. "Gross! Get a room." Ron teased. Harry stuck his tongue out at his best friend and he rolled his eyes teasingly.

It was getting very late and everyone started to nod off. One by one they retired to their rooms. The girls were together and Harry was to share a room with Ron. Y/n placed a kiss on Harry's forehead and followed Hermione into the house.

*****

Full from the food and the merry feelings, y/n found her sleep quickly. The soft chatting of Hermione and Ginny lulled her asleep and soon she was off in dreamland.

Harry in his shared room with Ron missed y/n's warmth and her embrace that he was used to fall asleep to. He kept talking with Ron until the little hours, but eventually he slept in too, the warmth and comfort of the burrow easing him.

If the next morning no one had woken from the rooster that was screaming bloody murder at the crack of dawn, they were woken by the enthusiastic and loud talking of the twins, who were the first ones to wake up and had no intention of letting everyone else sleep in on this Christmas morning. So while Ron tried to turn around in his bed once more, the door of the bedroom burst open and Fred and George jumped on their brother's bed. 'Come on, Ron, it's Christmas!' Fred exclaimed and he and George kept pestering Ron all the way down to the living room, where the rest of the sleepy family sat.

y/n was sitting in the corner of the couch, resting her cheek on her hand. Her eyes were almost falling shut when Harry slumped into the place next to her and rested his head in her lap. She raked her hands through his messy hair and Harry felt his eyes slowly closing.

'I can't believe it, I talked to him for hours last night and he wouldn't fall asleep. You put your hand in his hair and he is off,' Ron grumbled, though he didn't look annoyed; he had a smirk on his face.

'Well, what can I say,' y/n laughed. 'It's a Christmas miracle.' *****

After a delicious breakfast made by Mrs Weasley, everybody gathered around the tree to open the presents. As the last person sat down, James and Lily Potter came out of the fireplace, followed by sirius a few seconds later. "Sorry we're late." Lily coughed. "Someone forgot to do their present shopping." Sirius looked sheepishly at the ground. "But we're here now." He declared.

Gifts were being passed out and everyone was excitedly opening them. Mrs Weasley knit everyone a Weasley jumper with their initial on it. Mr Weasley have everyone gifts depending on their likes. Sirius gave everyone a joke shop gift. Fred and George were the only ones who appriciated the gift. Finally, Harry opened y/n's gift. She anxiously watched his as he carefully opened the wrapping paper. He then lifted the gift, it was a scrapbook that she had spent months putting together. Harry flipped the book open, on the front was a picture of them in their first year, after Harry won the match, then after that there were pictures and small handwritten notes on every page. "Do you like it?" Y/n asked expectantly. "I really do!" Harry replied hugging her.

The gifts were opened and the mess was cleared. The children sat down on the sofa and we're about to play exploding snap when ginny exclaimed, "it's snowing!" The game was forgotten and everyone pulled on their coats and went to backyard. It was the first snow that year and it felt magical. Lily put on a casette that played muggle Christmas carols. They were all wizards but something about the atmosphere felt even more magical.

"Dance with me." Harry extended his hand out to y/n. "Gladly." She took it. He pulled her close and they swayed to the music. "I love you." Harry kissed her forehead. "I love you too " she smiled.

Lily and James watched the two lovers dance outside and their hearts swelled. It reminded them of them in their youth. Y/n's parents had arrived by then and they too watching them dance felt their heart warm up. It was beautiful to see the two of them so young and in love.

Hermione pulled y/n away from Harry, telling him that she needed to steal y/n from him as they needed another team mate for their snow ball fight. Harry shook his head and stood beside ron who was watching Hermione with slightly red cheeks and a small smile. "You should ask her out mate." Harry told him. "I don't know who you're taking about." He said defiantly. "Sure man, I belive you." Harry nudged his shoulder and they both shared a small laugh.

Harry was still talking to Ron when he was hit in the face by a snowball coming from behind a fort of snow a little further in the yard. As the cold snow dripped of his face and ice cold drops of water made their way into the collar of his coat, Harry quickly ran to the fort of the other team. He crouched down behind the wall of snow and turned to George, who was captain of this team.

'Spy on them, while Gin and I get ready to attack them,' George said and he pushed Harry into the battlefield unprepared. A little lost he stood in between the two teams, but then he walked closer to the team y/n was on.

Her team hadn't noticed Harry yet. They were all bent over a drawing in the snow, that Fred was pointing at with his wand. Harry looked over his shoulder and gestured for George and Ginny to come closer. They approached the little hill of snow slowly and carefully. 'ATTACK!' George yelled and he and Ginny jumped over the 'fort', throwing snowballs at the persons behind it. Loud yells and screams erupted from the people behind the snow and a real battle, as the one with the frosting the previous day had been, erupted. Snow was thrown back and forth until everyone was cold and blue and Mrs Weasley called everyone inside for a hot chocolate.

After everyone was warmed up again by Mrs Weasley's amazing hot cacao, they stationed in the living room. Just when Ron was about to sit next to y/n,  Harry jumped in his place, forcing Ron to sit in the spot next to Hermione. Harry shot y/n a sly grin and she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, while lied his head on her lap, silently asking her to play with his hair.

Y/n chatted with everyone around her while Harry's eyes started to droop. "Done go to sleep now, it's almost time for dinner." He groaned. "But you're comfortable." She flicked his forehead. "I'm up, I'm up." He said sitting up on the sofa. After a few minutes, food was set on the table, once again the table was filled with scrumptious food. Salad, sandwiches, mince pie, pasta and others were layed out.

Conversation flowed nicely on the table as everyone dug into their food. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful day. As Harry watched y/n talk to Ginny animatedly he couldn't help but feel that he was the luckiest man on earth to be with a person like her. He held her hand under that table and she intertwined her fingers with his. They smiled at each other, eyes holding so much love that it almost overflowed.

Harry and y/n were a match made in heaven and neither of them planned on letting the other go anytime soon *******

taglist: @kashishwrites

[kythed]

synopsis: it’s a tragic case of boy meets girl, boy likes girl, girl has a boyfriend. [un]luckily for you, semi doesn’t play by the rules... and you don’t really want him to.

tagged: semi eita x reader, fluff, mediocre writing.

commitment level: 2,583 words.

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They say young love is a rite of passage. They say it’s fresh and light, it’s wading in the shallows of a swiftly flowing river and letting the deliciously frigid water take you wherever it flows. They say young love comes easily. 

But they don’t tell you youth is not a remedy for pain. They don’t tell you the cold of that water burns your skin, too — it leaves your fingertips numb and kisses your palms an angry red. They say “it’s just puppy love,” but they don’t tell you puppies grow into wolves. 

+

You’re eighteen when you first meet Semi Eita, and he’s twenty-two. It’s not a highly significant age gap, but it’s noticeable enough. 

“She’s a baby,” he says, eyes grey as the southern sea and just as unforgiving. Though he’s young, the weight of an iron giant rests on his slender shoulders. 

“She’s talented, Semi,” says Akamine, tone wheedling. He fiddles with the lapels of his coat — it’s Italian, all cream silk and bronze buttons. “She’s capable.” 

Twenty year old Akamine Keo is a trust-fund kid, born into the arms of an oil empire he’ll someday fall heir to. He’s charming, clever, and sweet, with distinctly expensive good looks, fine features and black hair like raven’s feathers. He also happens to be your boyfriend. 

“That means nothing,” Semi says, peering into your face. An uncomfortable chill tickles the back of your neck as you fight the urge to look away. “There are toddlers who can shred Led Zeppelin, but they’re not musicians. They’re puppets controlled by overzealous tiger moms. They can’t take the heat of the real industry.”

“I can take the heat.” Your words bleed out heavy and sharp, a rough gash through the palpably thick tension. Fingernails leaving painful half-moons on your palms, you clench and unclench your fists down at your sides. “And I can sure as hell shred better than any toddler.”

For a split second, surprise flashes across Semi’s face, only to be quickly replaced by a wry smile. “Brave.” 

You stare at him, lips sucked in and eyes narrowed as Akamine slings an arm over your shoulders and presses a kiss to your temples. 

“See?” he says with a laugh. “She’s talented, capable, and brave.”

“Well,” says Semi, drawing the word out. He cocks his head, giving you one last hard once-over, before extending a hand for a firm shake. “We’ll see. I’ll give you two months. A trial.” 

You accept this compromise, returning the shake. Semi’s still skeptical, you can tell, but you make a vow to yourself — you’re about to blow this sonuvabitch out of the water. As Akamine crows in delight, Semi’s eyes don’t leave yours. 

Good luck, they seem to be saying. You’ll need it. 

You smile, and he smiles back. 

I won’t. 

+

Semi’s a phenomenal bassist. When you’d first started dating Akamine and he’d just joined Semi’s band, he could scarcely shut up about it — “His name’s Semi Eita, and I swear he’s got magic in those fingers, babe.” 

Well, Semi Eita’s about to be dethroned, because your fingers are magic, too. 

For those two months, you’re the band’s lead guitarist, and you pass Semi’s test with flying colors. It takes a couple weeks to fall into step with the other guys — Semi on bass, Akamine on drums, and a quiet college kid called Yasuda on keys — but you’re a quick study, and soon you’re a cornerstone, expertly weaving searing arpeggios of dashed dreams and fiery hopes up and down the band’s underlying tunes. 

(You should’ve seen it coming.)

You and Semi somehow become co-songwriters. He has a knack for melodies, and you have a knack for lyrics. Akamine doesn’t seem to mind the long hours you spend in Semi’s company, working in a whirlwind of messy notes and empty energy drink cans — he trusts you. 

(Sometimes you feel like maybe he shouldn’t.)

“What do you think of this?” Semi says, idly twirling a pencil between his fingers. It’s 10pm on a Friday night, and you’re stretched out on his couch, inhaling chow mein from a greasy paper box. “For the second verse, I mean.” 

“Lemme see,” you say around a mouthful of noodles, snatching the paper from his hand. You furrow your brow. “‘Tear me open like a scarlet letter, cruelly addressed ‘return to sender…’’ Jeez, Semi. Who hurt you?” 

Semi scowls. “It’s a breakup song, isn’t it? It’s supposed to hurt.” 

“You might consider being a little more… subtle,” you suggest, offering him a fortune cookie. He takes it and sets it aside.

“Heartbreak isn’t subtle,” he says, shooting you a look that speaks of throbbing phantom wounds. “It cuts deep. All the way down to the heart. Hence the name heartbreak.” 

“Wow. I had no idea,” you say drily. You swing your legs over the couch and sit upright, snatching his pencil. “I just think we should tackle this with nuance, not just write another ‘eff you’ ballad.” 

“This world can always use another ‘eff you’ ballad,” Semi says humorlessly, resting his chin in his hand. 

You regard his suddenly silent demeanor as he stares, unseeing, out the window. It’s dark outside, and it’s a darkness that speaks less of peaceful sleep and more of emptiness. 

You sigh, nudging him with your foot. “What was her name?” 

“What?”

“Her name. This demon of a girl that hurt you so badly.” 

For a moment, it seems he’s going to argue, to deny ever being afflicted with something so childish as lovesickness. Then he runs a defeated hand through his hair and shakes his head, laughing. “You’re too curious for your own good.”

You wait. There’s a brief, uncomfortable silence as Semi chews his lip.

“...Her name was Aiko,” he says finally, inspecting his nails with a faux nonchalance. “Smokin’ hot. Met her in music school three or so years ago, I think — she was a TA, a few years older than I was.”

“Older women, huh?” you tease. This is new territory — you’re dipping a toe into the forbidden arena of flirtation. A shadow of guilt creeps into the back of your mind as you think of Akamine, but the bright light of Semi’s crooked grin swiftly flushes it away.

“Yeah,” he says, leaning over to flick your leg. “I don’t date babies like you.” 

“Maybe you should consider it,” you say, unthinking. Semi stares at you, eyebrow raised, and you flush, frantically backtracking. “Not me specifically. I’m just saying — well, I mean, ‘cause this Aiko chick was such a bad time and everything.” 

“If you have a crush on me, just admit it,” Semi says. You’re sure it’s meant to come across jokingly, but the way he’s eyeing you twists your stomach into a pleasurable knot. Then he sighs, leaning back on his arms. “She was a great time, actually. It’s the ending that sucked ass.” 

The question lingers at the tip of your tongue, hesitant like an ill-trained acrobat, but before it even attempts the leap, Semi answers.

“It burned.” He looks straight at you, and you can taste the bitterness in his words. “It burned, and not a day goes by that I can’t remember how awful it felt.” 

+

That’s the first of the many secrets you trade with him. 

Later that night, you tell Semi about your first kiss, about how the recipient smelled like Old Spice and tasted like chapstick, how he walked you to your front door and introduced himself to your mom. About how he took your virginity six months later, and how you soon realized there are some things in life you don’t get an exchange receipt for. 

Semi tells you his favorite color is green, and that outer space scares him more than anything. (He doesn’t like thinking about life in other galaxies because he can hardly handle thinking about life right here.)

You tell him you like milk tea with 75% sweetness, and he promises he’ll take you to his favorite cafe sometime. (“Not a date,” he assures you, and you internally scold yourself for wishing it was one.)

He says he once accidentally kicked a stray cat while trying to find a volleyball he lost in the bushes near his house, and that’s why he considers himself a cat person now: as repentance. (He has a pet cat called Haru, and he shows you a picture — Haru is small and black with bright yellow eyes. You say he’s cute, but Semi corrects you: “Not cute. Fierce.”) 

You say you used to wish life had a restart button, so you could turn back time and dance through each year without making a single mistake.

Semi says he still wishes that. 

(Another thing they don’t tell you is how secrets are really currency. Secrets can’t help but pay for familiarity, and familiarity often leads to something more.)

+

It’s a couple weeks later when you have your first gig. It’s at a bar downtown, and Yasuda nabs fakes for you and Akamine, though you don’t plan on drinking. Not much, anyways. 

(Speaking of Akamine, your relationship with him has grown strained over the past month. He’s stretched himself thin between the band and his business degree, and you — well, whenever your phone pings, you can’t stop hoping it’s from Semi.)

Five minutes before show time, Semi turns to you, eyes wide. “We don’t have a band name.” 

“What?”

“We don’t have a band name.” He looks around, frantically trying to draw inspiration from something in the dimly lit bar. “Quick, think of something.” 

So you think for a moment, chewing your inner cheek, before reaching out and tugging on Semi’s sleeve. “Paper.”

“Paper?”

“Paper.”

Paper is fragile, it’s thin, it’s easy to come by. But it’s also a world of potential on one sheet, a story waiting to be written. 

When the bar owner walks onto the stage and introduces the band, you know you’ve made the right decision. And from the glittering smile Semi flashes you before nodding at Akamine to count you in, you know he thinks so too. 

The show goes on without a hitch, and even though the bar is far from packed, you’re just as proud as you’d be playing in a stadium of screaming fans. The air smells of stale whiskey and fresh beginnings, and as your fingers dance up and down your Gibson’s fretboard, you hear colors — rich teal, smooth mahogany, creamy gold and silver brighter than the stars. Akamine keeps the rhythm like a war drum, and Semi, as always, is perfect. Yasuda, doubling as the main vocalist, sings until his voice gets wonderfully low and raspy, keyboard taking some of the heat as he grins back at you, mouthing how badly his throat hurts.

You’re sweaty when the set’s done, and Akamine buys you a drink, giving you a quick, half-hearted kiss and a tired smile.

Akamine’s always been kind to you.

“I gotta go,” he says, squeezing your hand. “Essay due tomorrow at ten.” 

He looks so genuinely sorry to leave, you almost feel guilty. 

+

You’re packing up your amps into the back of Semi’s van, alone in the parking lot save for the moon many miles above, hanging bright and full in a clear sky. The moon has seen all your most indulgent sins, and she’s going to see one more tonight.

“You did well.” Semi heaves the last of the equipment into his truck before turning to you, wiping his palms on his jeans. “Consider me impressed.”

“Why, thank you,” you say, giving him a mock bow. “So glad I’ve finally managed to impress the Semi Eita.” 

He regards you for a moment, arms crossed. A small sigh escapes his lips. It’s both a sigh of resignation and one of anticipation. 

Then, in one smooth motion, he steps close, reaches out, and pulls you close by the waist. 

You stare up at him, all too aware of the heat radiating from his body. His skin is burning, and his cologne is different from Akamine’s — it’s not expensive, it’s not a multilayered, deep, woody scent. It’s cheap, the sort of cologne a struggling musician can afford, but it smells of home.

“Forgive me for what I’m about to do,” he whispers, sliding a hand up your jaw to cup your face. His hair glows silver and ghostly under the streetlamps. 

“And what are you about to do?” Your voice is deadly quiet, and your chest feels a deathly cold despite Semi’s proximity, refusing to thaw as you await his answer. 

“Kiss you absolutely senseless.” 

Semi’s never been one to make empty promises, and right now is no exception. He presses his lips to yours and you immediately melt into his arms, suddenly craving him and only him. You’re not entirely sure how you’ve managed to avoid devouring him whole up until this point, because he kisses like Eros, full of pomegranate seeds and crimson blossoms, of days spent in clandestine bliss. He kisses like a man on death row, desperate and longing, hands squeezing your waist like your body is his only anchor to life itself. 

Semi Eita wants to be a rockstar, but right now he’s just a boy kissing a girl he’s bound to fall deeply, inexplicably in love with. 

When he finally breaks away, you’re breathless, staring up at him like you’ve just seen an angel. Your hands are still curled in the front of his shirt, you’re still standing on tiptoe, lips just inches from his. 

“Semi…” You swallow hard. “Akamine’s a good guy… I can’t.”

Semi tenses his jaw, taking a finger to lift your chin. “Then why are you looking at me like that?” 

Your voice is barely above a whisper. “Like what?”

“Like you’re hungry.” 

He’s got you there. 

You’re standing on a balance beam splitting two vastly different worlds. On one side there’s the known: Akamine and his bright, blue-eyed optimism, his willingness to shoulder burdens he shouldn’t have to. There’s his sweet touch and soft kisses, his firm words of reassurance and his sunny laughter shedding light on your hidden depths. 

The known is comforting. It’s familiar. 

But on the other side… there’s the unknown. There’s Semi Eita in all his scalded glory, his sharp tongue and headstrong determination. There’s his burning touch, his fingers leaving scorch marks on your cheek and his lips depositing glowing embers in your mouth, ready to ignite at a single inflammatory word. There’s his moonstone enigma, the shadow underlying his every sentence like smudged eyeliner. 

The unknown is frightening, almost overwhelmingly so… but there’s something in you, something willful and terribly thirsty, that draws you to this unknown and the possibility of knowing it. 

“Because I am.” 

And you grab his face and pull it down to yours, impatient, frustrated by months of dancing around that painfully tangible attraction, that magnetism — finally, you allow yourself to fall, hurtling through a chasm of fallen stars and ancient suns, hanging on to nothing but Semi and his carefully guarded secrets. 

You kiss him hard, pouring your soul into his mouth, all your youthful doubt and hope. You knot your fingers in his hair, and he pulls you into his chest, pressing your body so close it’s as if he wants to make it a part of himself. 

And when you part for the second time, chest heaving, you know you’ve fallen completely, entirely, without a doubt.