#i didn't like this song much initially because it's too slow for me

[chuusmuts]

imagine having a sleepover at your boyfriend!kazuha's house

smut. fingering (bcs i suck at writing other than this), (slightly) possessive/yandere kazuha. not proofread.

no words about gensin. just going crazy over an's new commissioned song.

you were supposedly having a sleepover at your boyfriend!kazuha's house. with his suggestion, both of you came to a decision to have a deep late night talk before sleeping. whilst you were engrossed in his tale, you didn't realise his hand was playing with the band of your pants. his mind had become a little fuzzy after having the need to touch you, but you looked so cute listening to him, with you biting your lower lip so he couldn't just put an end to his story.

as he continued talking, his hand slowly creeped up inside your pants. and as soon as you felt his fingertips brush your cunt, you let out a quiet gasp as you fought the urge to buck your hips and moan. slowly, his fingers grazed lightly on your pussy before starting to rub your clit while his other hand rested on your hip. in this moment, he was still talking, but not about his previous story, he was whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

your pants was pulled passed your butt as he worked his fingers on your pussy like magic, stroking your clit in a slow motion and teasing your fold. your hand was put over your mouth to hide your moans, but oh, you really couldn't hold it anymore as your breath kept hitching. his fingers felt so good, too good, and the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear only made you even wetter. after a period of time, you struggled to keep your legs open as they kept trembling.

kazuha could feel it, how wet you were and how tight and hot you were down there, your body practically begging for his attention. he leaned down and nuzzled his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent and sucking on your skin, leaving a few obvious hickeys before moving up to your ear. his voice was low and husky as he spoke in a gentle manner, barely above a whisper. "sweetheart, i can't stop myself from touching you. you're so unbelievably hot and sexy."

he really tried to resist himself every time he saw you wearing nothing but only a thin layer of white shirt and short pants, no panties, no bra and whatsoever. and tonight, he finally snapped. as he moved his finger up and down, he curled his fingers and put more pressure, his nails scraping against your skin. it was almost unbearably intense, but he knew you could handle it because you're such a good girl all for him and seeing you squirming and writhing beside him, still trying to hold back your moans, he couldn't resist but to plunge two fingers into your tight, wet hole and teased your sweet spot in which he succeeded making you whimper.

he groaned, unable to help himself, as he continued to move his fingers inside you, feeling your walls squeeze around him. his fingers twisted and turned inside you, his thumb brushing against your g-spot, causing an involuntary shiver to run through your body. he looked up at you again, meeting your eyes as he did so, and his lips parted slightly as he watched you squirm and writhe. the thought of filling your hole with his cock, filled him with an insatiable need that he just couldn't ignore. as he began to thrust his fingers faster and harder, he spoke once more, this time his voice deeper and rougher than ever before. it was full of raw, unbridled passion as he whispered in your ear, "i want to fuck you badly, baby. please let me take you right here and now, i need you so much."

hearing no response from you pissed him just a little. but when he heard you accidentally let out a clear and loud whimper, calling his name, he took the initiative and wasted time getting on top of you, straddling you while still scissoring your sensitive cunt. the sight of your face contorted in pleasure was amazing and he knew it wouldn't be long before you cum on his fingers hence why he plunged the third finger, successfully making you moaned his name again.

breathing heavily, his eyes never left yours as he fucked you with his fingers. he could feel your walls closing around him, the heat of your body enveloping him as he slid in and out of you. with each stroke, he felt his own arousal grow, his cock hardening beneath his boxers. he swore he could hear your heartbeat echoing in his ears, a steady drumming that matched the rhythm of his fingers. he loved how you always seemed to respond to his touch, especially when he played with your sensitive spots, he loved it when body shook with anticipation.

he crashed his lips into yours roughly, his tongue lapping at your lips hungrily before inviting his tongue inside your mouth and playing with yours as he continued to work his fingers inside you. with his free hand, he reached down and grabbed your thigh, holding it firmly in place as he thrusted his fingers deep into your pussy, making sure they hit your g-spot with each movement. he groaned into the kiss as he felt his balls slapping against your thighs with each thrust. a sweet, adorable scream keened from your throat when you finally came from your high only to come out in a muffled moan into his mouth. you gripped on his shoulder tightly as cum spilled nonstop onto his fingers.

his lips curved into a smile as he felt you clenched down on his fingers, your muscles tightening around him. he looked down at your face, your eyes closed as you cried out in pleasure before kissing you again. his tongue slid along the inside of your mouth as he pulled out his fingers and shoved them into your mouth, making you tasted yourself and choked slightly. he grinned at you as you licked his fingers obediently before getting off of you, taking his boxers off and revealing his already rock hard cock. grabbing your clothes harshly, he took them off before tossing them to who knows where.

he spread your legs wider and positioned his leaking cock at your entrance, teasing you a little and you couldn't help yourself but to moaned unabashedly, rutting and bucking your hips. his thumb found its way on your clit again giving you more pleasure by feverishly rubbing on it. as he buried his cock inside you, his lips connected with yours once more, muffling any of your moans trying to get out while still stroking your clit. you could feel the fatness of his cock stretching you out and filing you up as he began to thrust slowly, wanting you to adjust to his size beforehand as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

his big and strong hands held you close, keeping you close to him as his heart beat wildly while looking down at you. your soft breasts pressed against his chest as he held you in his arms, his thumbs rubbing against your clit and your inner thighs. his eyes burning with passion as he thrusted inside you, his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust. he smirked as he watched you try to keep up with his pace, your hips bucking and rolling against his as he continued to push his cock into your womb. the sight of your face was undeniably mouth-watering, your face flushed with pleasure and your eyes half-closed as he continued to thrust, your body shaking with the force of his movements.

your body was so perfect, so fucking beautiful. he loved everything about you, how your breasts jiggled with each movement, and how your nipples hardened under his touch. he stroked your clit with his thumb as your moans grew louder and louder. when you moaned loud, very loud, he just knew he had hit the right spot. you whined, your legs around his waist loosening though he quickly grabbed your ass and pulled you closer to him so he could get his cock deeper inside your tight pussy until it hit the spongy spot inside you.

he groaned in bliss, his voice low and rough as he gazed at you with his eyes dark and hungry. leaning in closer, his lips barely brushed against your ear as he spoke. "fuck, baby, you are so fucking hot. i can't wait to fill you up with my seed." he grounded his teeth together, his eyes flashing as he continued to thrust into you, his cock hitting your cervix with each powerful motion that the bed made a creak sound. "please, please, please let me fuck you so hard. i need to fill you up with my cum, to feel you squirt on my cock, to see your tits bouncing as I fuck you." he moaned.

feeling your walls clamp down more on his cock, his movements began to get sloppier and he could feel a knot forming in his lower stomach. you squirmed more underneath him, and your body shook violently, your nails dugging into his shoulders, and a loud scream of his name left your lips as you reached your high. he picked up his pace pace again after you squirted, and shortly after, a load of hot seed was shot into your womb as he squeezed your breasts to relieve the pain from his body.

the feeling of his cum shooting into your womb was indescribable. sweat covered his body and his breathing was heavy as he felt his entire body trembled with the power of his orgasm. he collapsed on top of you, burying his face between your tits, his body shaking with the intensity of his climax as he continued to shoot his seed into your womb. he looked up at you, his eyes still filled with passion and desire and his heart pounding wildly. his cock continued to twitch and throb as he tried to catch his breath. he chuckled lightly, his voice hoarse and low as he looked at you. "i think i might have fucked you too hard," he said, his brow furrowed in concern as he looked up at you through the space between your boobs. "are you okay? do you think you can go for round two?"

[thirstywoso]

Five years down, forever to go pt2 // Jessie Fleming x Reader 18+

Synopsis: Jessie comes home from training to reader being domesticated af

A/N: This is part 2 but you can also read it without having read part 1

Warnings: again just mostly smut, reader receiving, strap on use, fingering, oral, dirty talk, marking, masturbation, aftercare, edging, ruined orgasm, language (as always I think that's it) 18+ MDNI

W/C: 3.6K

Your favourite song was blasting in your headphones as you danced around the kitchen, singing into the spoon that you had a firm grasp on. Spinning around with your eyes closed belting the words out before your 'microphone' suddenly became a guitar which you pretended to strum to the tune of the song.

It was no surprise you hadn't seen Jessie stood in the doorway watching your antics. Not wanting to disturb you and enjoying your performance all too much she didn't make a move to announce her presence.

Putting the spoon on the side you went back to the counter beginning to chop the vegetables for dinner which you were hoping to have ready for Jessie when she came home.

As you carried on humming along to the song you were jolted from your peace as your girlfriends arms snaked around your hips meeting again at your front.

Once the shock had worn off you went back to chopping as Jessie began kissing your shoulder and peppering your neck. You hummed leaning into her touch as she continued.

"Jessie please, you'll leave a mark!"

"Hmm and that concerns me because?"

"Because I have work tomorrow and I don't want to look unprofessional"

"Right so you completely destroying my neck last night was okay?"

"Of course" you say smugly

"You know even Janine's make up couldn't cover the marks you left and I was absolutely ripped into at training!"

You just laughed under your breath

putting the knife down you turned around in her arms to face her, placing a kiss to her lips removing your headphones.

"Hey" you whispered against her, leaning back against the counter that she trapped you against with one arm either side of you. Her arms flexed as she leaned in closer to you, your eyes unable to look away.

The way her muscles bulged and the veins across her hands stuck out you studied every inch whilst she just watched your face with a smug look.

"Like what you see?"

"I'd like it more if you put them to use"

With that she pushed the chopping board and knife out of the way before using her strong arms to hoist you up onto the counter standing between your parted legs.

You leant down caressing her face kissing her slowly, at this moment you were so full of love that you hadn't yet noticed the tingling down below.

Pulling away from Jessie you looked into her dilated pupils as she possessively grabbed your hips.

"You know you may have looked irresistible last night but I think coming home and seeing you cook for us whilst wearing my clothes looking all domesticated, is what does it for me"

"I could say the same about you too Miss Fleming, getting to see your beautiful face when you come home and spend my life with you is everything to me"

"You know, you keep this up and that will be your last name some day"

You smile kissing her again

"You want to have a family with me some day?"

"You know I do Jessie"

"I love you" she hummed leaning in for another kiss.

It started off innocent but soon the kiss deepened and you're not sure who initiated it, the only thing you could think about is the gentle slide of your girlfriends tongue over your bottom lip and the heat growing between your legs.

Jessie's hands wondered up her your sweater that you were wearing, her finger tips gently stroking patterns along your sides. She took her time kissing you gently as one of her hand reached further up cupping your breast above your bra. Kneading one in her hand she removed her free hand that had previously been squeezing your hip and let it find your other breast for similar treatment.

You sighed into her mouth as she continued her ministrations. Slowly getting lost in the feeling before quickly pulling back.

"Baby as much as I want to do this" you say pointing between the two of you "right now, I have to cook our dinner"

"With all due respect, fuck dinner we will get take out. I appreciate you cooking for me but right now there's only one thing I want to eat on my mind"

Her lips were back on yours again, hands moving to the bottom of your sweater pulling it over your head before she returned back to your lips.

Her hands lightly scratched at the base of your back before she also removed her shirt, you gripped onto her shoulders grounding yourself as to not get to excited to quick.

It wasn't long until the kiss deepened again and her tongue slid rhythmically along yours, fighting for dominance. Neither of you winning instead being satisfied with the give and take.

You gently rake your hands along her shoulder blades as she pulls at your hips bringing you closer to her. In her mind you couldn't possibly be close enough.

Soon Jessie was lifting your hips off of the counter as she shuffled your remaining clothes down your legs where they found themselves with the other discarded clothes on the floor.

"Wow, you look so gorgeous" she whispered almost as if she was scared to break this perfect moment.

"Just kiss me"

She done as you asked bringing her lips back to yours her fingers snaking their way up and down your thighs gently, after sometime of her teasing you broke away from the kiss

"Please just touch me already"

Jessie didn't need telling twice, her fingers danced across your thighs again before finding the heat between your legs.

Her middle finger gently rubbing along your slit gathering the wetness that was already evident helping her digits glide through your folds, you sat back on your elbows as she continued touching you, admiring the way her soft curls framed her face and the way her freckles looked like constellations across her rosy cheeks.

"Why are you staring?"

"You're just so perfect Jess, I hope that you are mine in every lifetime"

With that Jessie slipped two fingers inside of you, bringing her lips back to yours swallowing the moan threatening to spill from your lips.

You closed your eyes concentrating on the way her tongue snaked into your mouth and the way her fingers curled hitting all the right places. You suck gently on her tongue as she scissors her fingers stretching you open.

The way Jessie opened you up had you feeling pleasure from the tips of your toes and it ran like electricity throughout your entire body.

You scratched at Jessie's back once again pulling her closer to you as she bit down on your bottom lip pulling back gently realising it with a pop. Your eyes met and all you could see was pure lust and affection staring back at you.

Leaning forward she began to kiss your collar bone gently before trailing up your neck rotating between gently nipping at your skin with her teeth and sucking on your skin before soothing over gently with her tongue that you so desperately wished was elsewhere.

You threw your head back Jessie becoming bolder with her movements stroking inside you faster and clamping down harder on your neck as you let out a groan.

"More please Jess, I need more" you pant

"More what, use your words baby"

"My clit, please touch my clit"

Her hand which was previously stoking your lower back joined her other hand, teasing her way down her fingers gently stroked at your clit hitting the spot you oh so desperately needed her. Your whimpers spurring her on she picked up speed thrumming into you. Driving you closer to the edge, so impossibly close your legs began to tremble. Your bottom lip tucking between your teeth and your eyebrows furrowed, that all to familiar fuzzy feeling rising from your stomach. When all of a sudden your eyes snapped open searching for Jessie and where the fuck her fingers went.

Shaking your head and reopening your eyes you see your girlfriend stood there with the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen and when she was sure you were watching she slipped her fingers into her mouth making a show of tasting you on herself.

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor eyes wide watching her

"Fuck Jessie"

Pulling her fingers from her mouth she pushed them past your lips into your mouth to muffle the whimpers as her fingers that were previously circling your clit returned with reinvigorated force.

Not breaking eye contact you sucked on Jessie's fingers as she began to slide her fingers along your now soaked pussy. She could cum just from watching you, your mouth bobbing up and down on her fingers being one of the sexiest things she had ever seen except from the times she had you split open on her cock.

Pulling her fingers from you mouth dragging them gently down your chin and neck towards your chest leaving a mix of your spit and arousal in their wake, reaching your chest she gently pushes you back with the palm of her hand until your back is against the cool surface.

Both of her large hands now came to rest on your thighs, taking a moment to drink your body in before spreading your legs nice and wide for her.

Your arousal was obvious the way your thighs glistened, Jessie crouched lower so she was level with your core, still holding your legs open. Gently blowing against your throbbing pussy making your legs instinctively try to close.

Your girlfriends strength was unmatched and your legs were held firmly in place. The veins in her hands even more prominent sending another rush of arousal to where you were already dripping.

Licking her lips she sized you up, slowly leaning in licking a stripe up your opening. Sighing as she finally tasted you from the source.

Your hands tangled into her locks as she gently traced patterns along your thighs her tongue flicking along your clit in a crisscross pattern.

At this point in your relationship she could read you like a book, she knew exactly what pressure you needed, what speed she should lap at you with and exactly what buttons to press.

Her hands came up to your breasts gently cupping and squeezing them rhythmically in time with the way her tongue made its way from your entrance to your bundle of nerves.

It felt so fucking good, then again any touch from Jessie was other worldly. Your hips arched off the counter into her mouth as she idly lapped at you. Pushing yourself against her lips grinding your hips into her chasing every movement she made trying to push yourself off the edge you so quickly reached again.

Your hands tightened in her hair getting so close yet again and just as you were reaching the tippy top that you couldn't wait to fall off, her mouth was gone. Giggling into the inside of your thigh at your frustration, gently bitting down on the flesh there.

"Fuck you, that's so not fair!" You protest

"I'd apologise but I'm honestly not sorry, your so hot when you're desperate, begging for me and that's exactly what will happen tonight"

As you laid there waiting for your breathing to return to normal Jessie grabbed a stool from the breakfast bar placing it next to where you were laying.

Watching you as you regained your composure she pulled you to the edge of the counter again.

"Kneel on the stool and lean across the counter for me baby"

Jessie was usually the dominant one in the relationship even if sometimes you did shake it up and although you'd obey everything she said regardless it was nice to have her be more gently in charge tonight. Taking care of you rather than pushing your limits and making demands of you that you'd willingly comply with.

You did as Jessie told and knelt on the stool, leaning forwards pressing your front to the cold surface gasping at the way your nipples gently brushed against the counter your forehead resting against it. Arms stretched in front of you grasping the edge along the other side of the island.

A soft smack came down on your cheek, then another and one more for luck. Jessie then spread your cheeks from behind you this time, she didn't mess around her tongue making its way into your clenching dripping hole. Your pussy dripping down her chin and running down her tongue, both of your eyes rolling back. Yours with pleasure and hers in utter ecstasy from your heady taste.

Gripping tighter on the counter until your knuckles turned white you relished in the way her tongue curled deeper inside you, twisting and turning in different directions as if she was trying to taste every inch of you all at once.

Her hands kneaded the flesh of your cheeks as she ate you from behind, pulling out to lap at you. No drop of your arousal going to waste. Once satisfied she had cleaned you up her tongue slid back inside you, your hips rocking back to match the thrusts of her tongue letting go of the counter you reached back holding her head in place as you ground back against her your other hand snaking between your legs.

You furiously rubbed at your clit with want, Jessie felt drunk and she wasn't sure if it was from the taste of you or from the way you touched yourself. Panting and whimpering as you brought yourself closer.

She swatted your hand away and took over. Her fingers speedily having their way with your clit.

"Please let me cum Jessie"

"Sorry can't hear you" she mumbled into you

"Jess please I can't hold back much longer"

Your hips began stuttering as Jessie applied more pressure and her tongue stabbed inside of you. Her fingers slipping and sliding where you needed her from the way your legs were shaking and twitching.

With one last curl of Jessie's tongue and a piercing scream ripping from the back of your throat you came all over Jessie's face and tongue as she caught you. Your legs going limp and losing your balance falling from the stool.

She lifted you into her arms bridal style and carried you to the couch laying you down gently. Closing your eyes as you come back to reality.

"Wow y/n/n that was something else"

You cup her face bringing her down gently to kiss you, smiling at the taste of yourself on her lips.

"It was all you baby" you smile up at her in a daze your eyes half closed.

"It was so hot though, I could fuck you all night when my name comes out of your pretty mouth like that"

"Then do it" you proposed

Within seconds she had ran into your bedroom and returned stumbling down the hallway almost tripping as she was now fully naked and the strap was halfway up her legs. Standing before you she secured the strap.

Grabbing your legs and hardly giving you time to catch up she brought you to the end of the couch where she knelt down and without warning slid into your slick heat.

Your hands clawing at her back as she bottomed out inside of you.

"Look how well you're taking my cock" she groaned watching the way your tight pussy greedily took her in, stretching around her.

Slowly dragging her hips back, her tip dragging along your sensitive walls as she almost pulled out the whole way before plunging back in, grinding her hips into you.

Your already sensitive clit bumping against her hips as she drills into you repetitively.

You tug at her hair and she devours your chest leaving even more marks, soothing them all with her tongue. Your breathy whimpers and whispers begging her to do ungodly things to you only fuelling the fire she had in her belly.

Snapping into you she gently pushed down on your lower stomach feeling the way her cock hit deep inside you. Driving her absolutely feral. Grabbing your legs she propped them over her shoulders holding herself up with those strong veiny forearms as she jack hammered into you.

The force causing your hips to jump off the couch repeatedly until her stamina faltered and she pulled you up sitting you on her lap still buried inside you.

Grabbing your hips bruisingly marking them with how rough she was, bouncing you up and down on her cock.

You reached down circling your clit, rubbing with vigour pulling your second orgasm even closer.

"That's it baby play with your clit for me"

"You look so pretty bouncing on my cock"

"Look at how those breasts are bouncing for me" she groans before taking your breast back into her mouth suckling down on your nipples until they harden.

"Cum for me baby, you are such a good girl"

"Just watching you touch yourself is driving me crazy"

She couldn't stop complimenting the way you took her and how good you felt as she brought you to the edge again.

"Cum for me"

Your hips stilled walls spasming around your girlfriends cock.

Your head falling to her shoulder crying out in pleasure bordering overstimulation.

Slowly pulling out of you and laying you down with her on the couch she gentle smoothed her hands over your skin until you had come down.

"You are so ordering take out, there's no way I can cook now. My legs are so weak I don't think I could stand up even if I tried"

"What do you want to eat baby?"

"You?" You say with a smirk "it's my turn to make you feel just as good as you made me feel!"

"Maybe tomorrow baby, for now let's just eat some real food and get some rest?"

"Okay Jess" you smile at her before continuing "You've got to stop whispering such dirty things in my ear whilst you fuck me though because that mixed with your soft pants and heavy breathing make me cum way too fast"

"It's not my fault the way you ride me drives me insane and the way you cum all over my thighs is unmatched"

She pauses "It does unspeakable things to me, I can't help how feral it makes me"

You laugh burying your face in her chest slightly embarrassed.

"Look as wet as I am right now, I need you to get your rest" she said prioritising your own needs.

"Let me run you a warm bath and whilst you relax I'll sanitise the kitchen and order some take out, just tell me what you'd like?" She continues.

"That sounds great and all Jess but first I need to see you cum"

"Baby I've already said we can do that tomorrow, for now you need rest"

"No Jess, I want to watch you touch yourself" you half ask half demand.

"Oh"

You sat up on one end of the couch drawing your knees to your chest "lay back and let me watch, please baby" you say trying not to sound desperate.

After some encouragement Jessie tried to shake off her nerves before laying back against the pillows.

"Let me direct you"

Jessie nods at you wide eyed.

"First use two fingers to play with your clit for me"

"That's it like that"

Jessie's eyes closed her brows furrowed in concentration.

"Harder Jessie"

You saw her mouth twitch as she applied more pressure.

"Now gather some of your wetness and push a finger inside, take it slow"

Doing exactly as you said she let out a breathy whimper as her finger slipped inside, curling slowly pulling in and out.

"Now another"

Jessie bit her lip at the stretch but persevered, a moan of your name falling from her lips as any discomfort transpired into pleasure.

Already sensitive from fucking you it didn't take long for hips to snap up and stutter.

Curling her fingers inside herself harder she threw her head back, grabbing her breast with her free hand. Rocking up her clit bumping along the palm of her hand bringing her impossibly close.

"That's it baby cum for me"

With a shriek of your name she came all over her hand, without missing a beat you crawled over the couch toward her grabbing her wrist and shoving her fingers into your mouth making a show of cleaning up her digits.

Another rush of arousal went straight to her core and her taste was addictive. You couldn't help yourselves, spreading Jessie's legs you knelt down lapping at her folds and over her bundle of nerves.

So quickly after her first orgasm that she hadn't had time to come down before she was already on the edge, a few more rough licks later and she was cumming on your tongue.

You kiss your way up her chest to her lips, you stay there awhile just softly kissing each other hands roaming and exploring each other's soft skin.

Jessie was the first to pull away standing up, grabbing your hand pulling you to the bathroom. She sat you on the toilet seat before she began to draw your bath.

"I'm going to go order, unless you want anything specific I'll surprise you?"

"A surprise sounds good" you say as she helps lower you into the tub.

Kissing you on the forehead as you settle into the warmth. Jessie then returns to your bedroom, getting out some of her your fresh clothes and places them on the bed for you. Making her way to the kitchen to clean up she calls and makes an order of your favourite dish from you favourite restaurant so that it'll be delivered by the time you're out of the bath and both snuggled in blankets on the couch.

Meanwhile as you were soaking in the bath you thought to yourself 'five years and one day down, forever to go'

Part 3

[weird-is-life]

slow dancing with TASM!Peter omg🥺

Hii lovely, ty for this cute request🥰! Hope this is okay, warnings: fluff, kissing, mentions of wedding, (0.6k)

You and Peter are at that age, where you actually get invited to the wedding, you don't just go because your parents were invited.

So when Peter gets invited to one of his mate's wedding, he asks you to come with him as his date. Being Peter's best friend, you agree.

You love spending time with Peter, but as you spend more and more time at the romantic wedding atmosphere, you can't shake off the 'more than just a friend' feelings towards Peter.

He keeps looking at you funny, smiling oh so softly, that you think, you might get the wrong idea of Peter liking you back in your head. It's impossible not to think that way. You know it's not good for you, hoping that he has romantic feelings towards you won't end up good.

But of course, it goes even worse than the soft touches, lovely smiles, hushed jokes and the freaking compliments every few minutes. Peter's asks you to dance with him. Dance with him to a slow song!

"I can't dance, Peter. I'll just embarrass myself," you protest as Peter stands there with an offered hand.

"Please, you'll do just fine.. C'mon, I won't let you embarrass yourself I promise," Peter convinces you or more like begs you with the puppy eyes. You despite your better judgement agree.

Peter leads you to the dance floor, smiling like a fool. He's been trying to show you how he feels the entire wedding, but he hopes the dance will finally help you understand.

You put your hands on his shoulders and Peter holds you by the waist. Peter starts to slowly sway you both to the rhythm of the song, when he sees you anxiety over the dancing.

"Look at you, you are a natural at this," Peter whispers, as you move together. His compliment makes your cheeks go a little red.

"Thank you," you say sheepishly, gaze fixed on the ground, worried you'll stump all over Peter's feet.

But as you dance longer and longer, you get a bit more confident and you stop looking at you feet. You look up at Peter, only to find him smiling weirdly at you.

"What?" you ask with a small chuckle, "do I have something on my face?"

"No, it's just-...You look really beautiful," Peter tells you.

You suddenly stop dancing," Peter, y-you can't just say things like this, in a voice like that, to me." You'll die if he continues to speak to you like that.

"Why? It's the truth," he says, baffled. He honestly thinks, that there's no one more beautiful there than you.

"Pete...," you whine, but you start dancing again, " you've been killing me the whole wedding."

"With what?"

"With-With....everything. I'll get the wrong idea in my head and then I'll just end up with tears," you tell him, hoping he'll understand, that his loving or teasing (you are not sure) hints are too much for you.

"But-"

"Don't get my hopes up Peter, not tonight," you interrupt him, clearly a bit upset now, " you know, I like you and i don't understand-"

Peter interrupts your rambling. Of course, he knows you like him, that's why he's been dropping the hints the entire wedding. But clearly you didn't understand, so he has to take the matter into his own hands.

He shuts you up with his lips on yours. Your initial shock of Peter kissing you lasts only for a few seconds, before you're kissing him back.

When you pull away, he grins lovingly at you," do you understand now?"

"I think so," you giggle, feeling a bit stupid, that you didn't catch on earlier. "But I think you should kiss me once more, just to be sure...."

Peter, without hesitation, kisses you for the second time.

[tigreblvnc]

NSFW BLUE LOCK OPTION* MATCHUP EXCHANGE — @lumiambrose *Pick the character of your choice!

— Itoshi Sae

We all know that Sae isn’t the sweetest man on earth. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. We don’t know much about his private life. We don’t know much about his life at all.

Thanks to Shidou, we at least know that Sae has an Instagram account. That said, it's a safe bet that it’s not even him who replies to his fans’ messages -- his manager probably handles the annoying stuff. But did you know that Sae has various other apps on his phone?

Yeah, there’s this one in particular. Hidden in a folder. Inside another folder.

Because some things must be kept secret.

"9 am. Be ready."

The message makes you skip a heartbeat.

Sae.

It was rare to receive a sign of life from him. It was even rarer for him to be the first to initiate a meeting. Before his return to Japan, he had sent you a date. An address. A hotel room number. A way to dress. Sae was not usually the kind of man to worry about details, as everything was easy for him. But for certain things, certain, very, very precise things, he could appear as the biggest control freak this earth has ever known.

And here you are behind door 1010. Facing the bay window overlooking Tokyo, you wear the delicate silk. It hugs your contours, feels like a skin of paradise on your warm epidermis.

Someone enters without knocking. You don't need to ask who. You turn towards the entrance, the manifestation of life that blossoms at your voice. There is so much to say, so much to ask. But only one chance, only one possible attempt.

"...Sae."

It's the only word that manages to cross your lips. The one with magenta hair advances. Your eyes rest on the suitcase he brings with him.

"The trip went well?" you ask, almost in a tone of confidence. "It went."

The case of his personal effects is left near the coffee table. Sae doesn't have much time, and you know it. When his gaze, cold as frost, clashes with your eyes, you swallow. He advances. His step is slow. Unbearable and devouring.

"We're going to do this quickly." "Don't hold back."

There was no fear. Only an agreement between two written messages. Between long sinuous discussions, sometimes interspersed with long silences. It was the time it took for Sae's hunger to grow.

"Get on the bed."

And your silhouette lay on the dune of sheets, satin threads draping over the curve of your thighs. Your view opened onto the cracks in the ceiling, and soon, wine-colored locks entered your field of vision. Sae did not lie down. He never actually lay down next to someone. Even after surrender, he would roll to the side, seeming to return to a state of solitude that could not be tamed.

His hand moves closer. Closer still. Until it traces the delicate hollows of your clavicles. He brushed away the brown strands to reveal your neckline. It was the place he loved to mark the most.

"One day. Your name. Right here... Just three little letters." you say with a teasing smile.

And you stuck out your tongue playfully as your body intertwined with the covers again. A snort escaped Sae. His movements stopped.

"Do you think that's how I brand my cattle? So vulgarly?"

The frown lines appeared at the crossing of his eyebrows.

"Hmm. Maybe... No?" you puffed out your cheeks in mock displeasure.

His fingers paused at the height of your jugular. Seemed to consider the warmth pulsing under the thick vein. The heat attracted Sae. He always seemed cold.

So cold.

"So? Still not determined to rip my clothes off? I thought we were going to do this quickly..." your sing-song voice resonated in Sae's ears, whose neutral expression hadn't changed. "Or maybe you didn't miss me that much... Hm?"

"Shut up."

His tone grazed your skin as his hand settled on your throat to silence the music. Gradually his back lost height, and his shadow swallowed you. The heaviness of his breath crashed into your eardrum.

"You talk too much."

And then your arms encircled him in a sudden embrace.

"...I missed you." you murmur. "Don't touch me." "Then touch me."

Your knees lifted, brushing his sides then the bridge of his ribs that opened under the sports jacket. Gradually, the cage of your thighs closed around his hips.

"Two years weren't enough to calm you down." his breathing was heavy. "An eternity wouldn't." "Then I'll have to teach you."

His weight pressed against your chest, plunging your intertwined silhouettes into the hollow of the duvet. He insinuated himself into every corner of you, his breath heavy, as if he would never fully surrender to anyone. Your silent giggle got lost in his ear, and already you could feel your decency being stripped away, lower down. The cotton slid, outlining the shape of a knee and then an ankle, until it abandoned itself on the floor. Something else moved, seeking its way. The budding fire drew a wider smile from you. Every time you tried to grasp that sculpted back, Sae pushed you away, grabbing arms and then wrists to anchor them to the seams of the mattress.

"Don't move." "Or what?"

His response came quickly as his mouth lunged at your neckline, searching for the vein to pierce. Canines sank into flesh, eliciting a jolt of surprise as your back arched. His kisses tasted raw, like a sharp blade piercing your skin.

"Sae..."

The blaze of his growls scorched your skin as he anchored himself, knees planted on the bed, looming over your exposed vulnerability. He devoured the carotid, slid down to the hollow of your neck, and then began at the rise of your chest. His hunger pushed aside the fabric, his ravenous appetite seeped into the cradle of your breath, where your heart filled with love for him.

Since they could do nothing under the weight that pinned them to the bed, your fists closed on emptiness, yet aching to tangle in the magenta locks that bowed over you.

Instinctively, everything in you gradually unraveled to make way. Sae felt it and approached closer to the gates, a blind struggle with his own walls to lower what kept his fury sealed.

He didn't wait. He asked nothing. He simply entered.

Even in this room, where two years of silence had passed Sae entered without announcing himself.

There was something electrifying in the force he used to cross. Everything inside you tightened to trap the intruder. Finally, your fists escaped his authority and seized sides and back. His body leaned forward as he advanced. The shape of his desire pressed against the thin skin of your belly. When he was buried deep inside, his lips parted, and a torrent of growls finally erupted. Nestled on the edge of your neck he swore.

And the tide began. The wave was slow and then faster. Your velvet embraced his contours, tracing the veins that surged and receded.

The waltz lasted a time that seemed so short, so infinite. The heart, a drum with a dissonant beat under the halts of pleasure, threatened soon to explode. It took waiting for the man to reach his climax to finally release the crescendo and let the fire out. When the cry of surrender pierced Sae's voice, you too celebrated, your euphoria spilling over.

Then the sea became calm again, and Sae went down like the tide.

The effort and the heat were pearling on his forehead, his temples.

And yet, facing the retreat, you raised yourself on your elbows, vestiges of euphoria oozing from your skin.

"Don't run from me." your voice made its way to him. "You know, with me, you can let go."

You couldn't see his face.

And his face emerged from the dunes, his gaze, emerald and striking, darkened.

"On your belly. Now."

A word about your match: It's a completely new format I used for this one. It's also the very first time I write an OS on this blog, it took a bit more time than expected. Hope you enjoyed it and that was understandable!

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[rabbitsrams]

I just had the most diabolical soul crushing thought. So inexperienced schlatt & reader have finally worked their way up to doing the deed, and when they do it’s so soft and sweet, kisses everywhere, holding hands, talking eachother through it. CUDDLING DURING THE SEX TO FEEL CLOSE TO ONE ANOTHER.

oh anon... i love you. i love you dearly.

i already touched on this in my initial post but i'm so fucking glad to elaborate this is my favorite thing ever )):

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

so you don't really plan it out necessarily. you both know you want to go all the way but you're not sure if the other is ready. but schlatt really wants it with you so he goes as all out as he can.

making a spotify playlist for perfect songs for the night, taking you out to dinner (off campus) and just treating you like an absolute queen.

it's not ideal, he wishes he didn't have to take you back to his dorm room where his neighbors were the loudest, but he wants it to happen and will make it work.

his roommate is thankfully out with his own boyfriend (schlatt planned most with him so he knows not to go back in lol) so you have the room to yourself.

HE BOUGHT FUCKING. ROSE PETALS. (yes this man watched some of your favorite romcoms for inspiration. i want him so bad. im crying.)

"j, what is all this?"

"i wanted to make tonight special, 'cause your first time should be special."

"you're... you're ready?"

"yeah."

"me too."

then he's like wait and brings you back outside so he can attempt to carry you in. it doesn't really work, but you don't care. you're kissing him as soon as the door closes.

he's like wait lemme put on the playlist but you keep on kissing him so it's a struggle to get it on lmao.

HE TAKES YOUR CLOTHES OFF FOR YOU. THAT'S SO NEW BUT YOU ARE JUST SO CAPTIVATED CAUSE YOU WANTED THAT FOR A WHILE BUT WERE TOO SHY TO ASK. OMG.

AND THE WHOLE TIME HE'S MARVELING AT HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR BODY IS.

"j, you've seen it all before, though."

"doesn't make it any less beautiful."

his hands are all over you when you both sit on the bed and make out some more. you just love kissing each other so much like ohhhhhh😭

you do some foreplay, lots of what you've done before, but it feels like the first time again. like that intimacy of sharing the moment together is just so special.

and as i said before, he's too caught up in the moment to realize he doesn't have condoms with him. he's panicking lowkey because he wanted everything to be perfect and now he messed this up and...

"j, i'm pretty sure the ra's have them. and if not, we can just run to the pharmacy or something."

"but i had this all planned out. i wanted it to be perfect-" you shut him up with a kiss.

"it is perfect."

he comes back from the ra's office with too many condoms. you're giggling at how they're all falling out of his arms and teasing the shit out of him.

"you could have gotten a few!"

"shut up." and he kisses you right after. oh fuck. that was really hot.

you both don't know how to put a condom on so he pulls up fucking WIKIHOW to do it. all while you're kissing down his neck to tease a bit.

a song you imagined playing during your first time starts right as he gets on top of you and you are just. in heaven. this is the perfect moment.

as i said before, he's really nervous about actually putting it in, you both know it might hurt or feel weird AND HE DOESN'T WANT TO HURT YOU OH MY GOD...

but you tell him you'll be okay. and he says you can stop any time if it hurts or if you're uncomfortable.

he takes your hand into his, assuring you you can squeeze it if it hurts or anything.

it is a little bit painful at first. it's different than his fingers, a lot more to take in, but he goes slow so you can get used to the feeling.

you do find yourself squeezing his hand a lot, not really from pain but from the new sensation of being stretched out further. but it actually feels really good.

his pace is a bit awkward and uneven when he starts moving, but once he gets used to it, oh my god?? and he just looks so pretty on top of you, his hair is sticking to his forehead, he's whimpering at how good you feel around him.

as i said before, he doesn't last very long. he finishes before you do and he's like oh no because he wanted you to finish as well. but you tell him it's fine and not to worry.

he's so cuddly )): like he's hugging you and kissing your neck apologizing that you couldn't get to finish but you reassure him that you can do it again later.

(later that night you do get to and it's really hot like it's your best orgasm yet. and he's so happy because HE made you come that hard. HE DID. AAAAAAAA)

[meraki-yao]

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8 for Can I Have This Dance

2 Which scene was your favorite to write in I Need Comfort (But I Hate Being Comfortable)

Thank you for the ask dear!

1. Of the fics you’ve written, which is your favourite and why?

Honestly the fic I'm the proudest of is not an RWRB fic, it's a shadowhunters/malec song fic: Achilles Come Down

My best works and best creativities come from me projecting myself and putting my actual feelings into the fic. What happened with this fic is I had a really shitty day, went out for a run while listening to Achilles Come Down, thought of the fic and proceeded to dump all my feelings, spend the next entire day writing the fic, finishing it within 24 hours. Till this day I think it's the best thing I've ever written, ever.

But for RWRB, I'm gonna say I’d Hang the Moon for It to Shine on Him Sleeping. It's also partially me venting through both Henry and Catherine, but there's also this part where I wish we could see more or less what I wrote on screen, hopefully in the sequel. Writing in Catherine's pov was really fun. I'm really proud of that one.

2. Which scene was your favourite to write in I Need Comfort (But I Hate Being Comfortable)?

Oh, this was pure vent and very raw. I was going through a depressive episode those couple of days, so I kind of wrote down what I did for Henry and copied a couple of lines from my own diary for Henry's inner monologue. So my favourite scene to write was actually taking what's my own feelings and reframing it to fit Henry's narrative. So this part:

He’s kind of frustrated at himself. He’s in a much better place than he was in the past: he’s away from the palace, he’s writing his own book, he has a boyfriend who he loves and who loves him. It’s what he always wanted, he’s what he thought he would never get. The constant fear and despair of hiding his sexuality for his entire life, the thought of pretending to be straight and getting married to some noblewoman, the feeling that he doesn’t fit in the space, the dread that sticks to his skin and dyes his blood a dull shade of black like some toxic, viscous tar, that’s truly gone for good.

I'm kind of happy something so negative inside me can be translated into some sort of creative outlet.

8. Which scenes did you cut, and which were added in Can I Have This Dance?

I'm not sure if this counts as cutting because I didn't actually write it, but I considered putting the Paris scene for the first section instead of DNC night, but 1, I ended up deciding I wanted actual dancing, in the traditional sense of the word 2, I wasn't really ready to write smut at the time and felt like Paris was too heavy for me just to stuff it as a quarter of a fic. So I wrote DNC instead.

As for what scene was added, Alex and Henry dancing to their playlist was a later decision. I initially kind of just thought of them slow dancing in the kitchen or something, but then I remembered that playlist exist and added it in.

[astonmartingf]

Hello, Hello! Really big fan of your works. I'm obssessed with the YBOM series, everytime you upload an update I consumed it right away. sorry for the long message I just wanna praise you for your amazing skills

but anyway, I wanna ask whats your writing flows? like, how do you start writting your stories - especially the series one. Do you make an outline of the story until finish, do you just go with the flow or ? I'm starting to write as hobby but I'm not very consistent with it... Like how do you manage to be so consistent with writing while studying at the same time it blows my mind. again, sorry for the long ask 😭😭😭😭 im quite the yapper

first of all thank you so much for sending this, it's making me emotional. i'm glad you're enjoying YBOM <3

second i love asks like this!!!!! i'm very open and like to share my writing process and i have compiled a few examples of how my personal writing flows— and hopefully i can answer all your questions, the response is also fairly lengthy because i too am a yapper 🫡 and like the milestone name suggests there's a lot of personal lore here, anyways enjoy 👍

first how or where do i start? honestly despite me writing regularly i'm a mix of a vibe or mood writer and song titles!!! the ideas usually come early in the morning when i wake up or a thought before i go to sleep. most of the time these come to me during class hours and i write them instead whether it be in my phone or a notebook, or when i'm studying and i listen to a song and it randomly inspires me.

for the series, let's take doab since it's completed, the inspiration came from listening to the same some from patd! and it reignited something in my head and went from there

here are some original notes from drafting the series:

some things go and some things stay. the first two ideas at the start usually stay, and as the story goes i take liberties in changing the plot depending on how i think the driver or how i characterized the reader will react or respond to the situation in hand, so their decisions play a good part.

in greedy for example it was supposed to be a fwb to lovers with seb, but i scrapped the initial draft because it wasn't giving the way i envisioned. another factor is how i characterize the reader / yn because i struggle writing mean characters, and greedy was hard because i didn't want to write a mean character, i'd like to think i tried.

for my ongoing dilf series, it's definitely better because i've learned to pace myself (i definitely have not, but we're getting there)

for the case of ybom i thought of the initial plot and tbh ybom was just supposed to be a co-parenting fluff with reconciliation fic but as i wrote it, i began thinking of the reason as to why alonso and reader did what they did and we begin seeing the flesh of their characters

like the cliffhangers are on purpose, because i too have to stop and think what would be appropriate to push the plot forward, i realized that the ybom plot is all in my head

surprisingly it's shocking how i haven't forgotten about some ideas because i just write them directly and i haven't really written anything premeditated about it, except for the ending. here is the only page i wrote about ybom and it's mixed with other wips

one thing i realized while writing YBOM is to focus on a chapter at a time, but also to ensure that the small things the characters are doing will lead to a bigger picture. i have written a lot in the past and for different fandoms and even some original work, but i have never finished a single series in my name

the first series i finished writing ever was doab, and it was an epiphany for me, because i proved to myself that i could do it, and i could dedicate the amount of time i did, ever since i started writing in third grade, to have completed doab was a big feat for me

there's really only one story wherein i thought hard for the plot which is rlr, which is also why the updates are slow because this is my baby, and i have thought about this for so long, even though i'm not updating or talking about it, it's usually the one i keep making changes to

for the consistency— instead of focusing on consistently writing, my go-to is to take breaks consistently. writing to me is my break from studies and when i have time i usually write in my notes, a lot of the written parts in doab and ybom are written while waiting for the teachers, and in between lab work

also reading! when i'm in a slump i usually read other fics here, atm i'm reading: let me be your lighter @/nostappen and pancakes @/saintescuderia at idk if it's good to read when you're in a writing slump but i get inspired reading and think about what i will write next when i get the time.

being patient to yourself— some times you write a lot and some times you're barely writing and that's fine. it took me a while to learn that so now i'd like to think i'm better at managing my own expectations and choosing to stop when i no longer have the capacity to write.

and lastly to enjoy the process of it all— write what you want to write and have fun with it. not just writing but find a supportive community, i enjoy writing and sharing my silly little posts and talking to people here.

hopefully this has some semblance of understanding, and i made my point across with how i thought it would be conveyed? uhmm yeah, i hope you enjoy, this is vv lengthy actually now....

[jessfandrawer]

Square Dance Hell: Part 3/3

Swear warning

Part 1

Part 2

I've had this script sitting in google docs for months (after posting the initial idea), so it's a relief to take it off my to-do list. It didn't turn out exactly how I expected, but that's art!

Creator notes:

Page 9, where Eddie's on the ground by himself and everyone's walking away, I don't know, drawing that got me really emotional. T-T

Who's throwing french fries???

I just made up that Black Sabbath tee because I didn't want to rip anything off too much. It's kind of cool, maybe?

Eddie ended up looking so ticked off about being interrupted! XD

The final panel was really hard with all the text and the layers and the doodles that had to be arranged. The quote is Tolkien; spoken by Faramir to Eowyn.

So where is Jason? My theory is that he was in the square dance class at first, but the basketball coach freaked out when he twisted his ankle a little on the first day, so he got excused.

Did Eddie give up on that class, or was the cheerleader's siren call too tempting to resist? ;) I like to think he would rather suffer through it than miss the chance.

Songs I listened to waaaaay too many times: Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World, Women Like To Slow Dance by Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers, On Your Collarbone by Jordan Klassen, Dreams by Fleetwood Mac.

[panicked-herb]

Critique of Fionna and Cake’s Season Finale

It’s been a good couple months since the Fionna and Cake series finale came out. At first it felt lackluster to me, then it felt extremely disappointing, then gradually I felt more and more meh about it. I could see what they were trying to do, but it kept bothering me how bad the finale was in comparison to the earlier episodes.

Now I finally have time to write out my thoughts about it and make it everyone else's problem.

Important note before I start: All of this is just my opinions on a TV-14 show. If you disagree, that’s great and I’d be interested to hear why. Just please be respectful. 

What I Liked

The animation and visual storytelling was great. I liked that at the bus stop, they initially had Simon place Betty on the step below him, but later had him place her next to him. Too bad the writing doesn’t back this up (more on that later). 

The voice acting was good. This isn’t my forte, so no comments besides that. 

Most of the jokes landed for me. Especially Pawn Swan. He was easily the best part of Cheers for me. 

I loved the Lich speech to Glob

Blue Shift is such a feel good song it almost made me like the ending.

What I Didn't Like

Catharsis

My second biggest issue with these episodes is how little catharsis there was. We got to see Fionna get upset and cry, but that was mostly because the Scarab was kicking everybody's ass. I wished we got to see Cake get upset about how people don’t see her for who she is. Or potentially exploring her fears of going back to being a normal cat. 

I especially wished we got to see Simon ugly cry. This man has been through an apocalypse, lost his sanity, lost the love of his life, been depressed for years, and is now trying to curse himself. Dude literally said he missed being the Ice King because he was so out of it most of the time he didn’t realize how messed up his life was. He felt like almost everybody preferred him when he was cursed. Then he finally sees GolBetty after years of searching for a way to cure her, only to fail. There should have been some waterworks going on. 

Pacing

Generally, the pacing felt too slow for me. It made the episodes feel more like a second or third draft vs a finale result. The biggest offender to me was all the fights against the Scarab. Each individual battle was fine, but there were too many of them. We know the Scarab isn’t going to destroy their world in the end, so all the fights don’t do much besides look cool. Which would be fine, if they weren’t trying to make it emotionally impactful. 

This is relatively minor, but it bothers me that Casper and Nova are mostly in the episode Cheers when in basically all of the other episodes, the titular character(s) are the main focus for that episode. I think this could have been fixed, if they just cut back on the number of times they fight the Scarab. 

Pay Off

There were a lot of Chekov’s guns that either didn’t get fired or turned out to have only blanks (basically you could remove them from the story and it wouldn’t affect the plot much).

No Pay Off

Simon and Marceline’s phone call/ relationship: I know I wasn’t the only one hoping to see these two reunite after Simon tried to curse himself again. 

Dirt beet guys manuscript: This is minor, but I just feel like it would have been easy to fix. 

The time core: This is a classic case of Adventure Time world building, where they introduce a cool concept, but don’t do much with it. I don’t know what I wished they did with it. But I would have liked for them to do something.

Disappointing Pay Off

Cosmic entities that the Scarab imprisoned: Cake lets them go and they fight the Scarab. But that fight lasts for like a minute. We also see Kheirosiphon in the ending credits. But besides that, we don’t see much else. 

Everything in You song: The song is only used as a segway into the final flash back of Simon’s and Betty’s relationship. I’ll give it credit, the song is good and the scene is cute. However, you could remove it and there would be almost no effect. Considering Glob’s weakness is harmony (music), I really thought they were going to do something with it. 

Fionna’s top fantasy: Throughout the series, Fionna makes references to her dream fantasies (EX: castle made out of candy). We learn what her top fantasy is after their universe already becomes canon and they’re in their final (unnecessary) fight against the Scarab. Her top fantasy turns out to be turning into a giant woman. Ignoring the Totally Spies vibes that scene gives me, I think they really missed an opportunity to make this really sweet. In the final scene, instead of Fionna saying “Just a normal world.” She could have said something along the lines of, “This is my top fantasy”

Fionna and Cake turning things normal in other universes: Ignoring the Winter King, this plot point does almost nothing. Sure, Cake accidentally turns BMO into an alarm clock, but BMO was already dead. There’s also the Scarab’s speech, “All the worlds you've visited, all the people you've infected. Your little trip must have shown you the truth. It would be better for everyone if you were just gone.” But they themselves don’t ruin that many worlds. The only reason for them seriously thinking that is the Winter King. But he was a grade A asshole and removing his magic freed Princess Bubblegum from the madness he imposed on her. 

Casper and Nova

Before I start this section, there are two important things for me to mention

I should note that I've had over ten years to theorize about Simon and Betty. Naturally, I’ve probably forgotten some of my head cannons and character interpretations aren’t actually canon. Especially since we never really got much screen time for the two before Fionna and Cake. It also doesn’t help that Simon/ Ice King’s character arc hits close to home for personal reasons I’m not sharing in a tumblr post. But, it does mean that I’ve probably projected some of my feelings onto those characters at some point. 

I’ve never particularly liked how Betty’s been written. I wished she got more screen time in the original show and I STRONGLY dislike that they introduced the fact that she didn’t go on an expectation she was really excited about for a man she’s known for one day in one of the final episodes of the show. To me, it turned her character from an impulsive, headstrong woman who for all intents and purposes is stuck on an alien planet and the only person she knows who is still alive has magical dementia to a fucking manic pixie dream girl. She doesn’t need to have always been completely obsessed with Simon to explain why she’s going to desperate measures to save him. Once again, he’s the only person she knows in Ooo, but as the Ice King he’s basically a stranger. She also convinced him to give up his only chance to die as himself with the hope that she could save him. Finally, she loves him and doesn’t want him to suffer. 

Casper and Nova are pretty explicitly supposed to be narrative parallels to Simon and Betty and help show Simon the issues in their relationship. A lot of defense I’ve seen against criticism about this part of the story comes from a place of assuming the fandom is owo-ing the male character and doesn’t want to admit he has flaws. To be fair, it is a reasonable knee jerk reaction to have. Fandom has a LONG history of doing shit like this and villainizing women. But, at least in my case, this isn’t what's happening. 

Casper and Nova aren’t on equal footing because Nova keeps making unseen sacrifices for Casper and they always do things Caspers way. The moral that Simon is supposed to take from them is that he/ Casper should have realized how much Betty/ Nova was sacrificing for him all the time, stopped, and supported her. However, this isn’t the main issue Simon and Betty have. 

There are a total of two times where Simon does kind of stand to the side while Betty sacrifices herself:

The first trip planned to study petroglyphs in Australia: Simon jokingly offers Betty to go on his expedition with him. She accepts, which surprises him, and mentions offhandedly that she had another trip planned. Maybe he could have told her she could always go on another trip with him sometime else. But he could have just as easily assumed she wasn’t really interested in her original plan and if he asked if she was sure, it could come off as him telling her not to go.

The second trip planned to study petroglyphs in Australia: Simon stops Betty before she leaves for the bus and in the heat of the moment he says he always wants her by his side always. Betty still could have easily just given him his number and still go on her trip or they just agree to meet up later. Also, the show makes a point that Simon should have gone on the trip with her. I would like to note that Betty was planning to leave the day Simon realizes she has feelings for him. I don’t know how archeological expeditions exactly work, but joining so last second seems really rude to me. Also, he would have either needed to pack really quickly or bring nothing with him for a six month long trip. To add on, he won’t know what type of funding that trip was. For all he knew, it only had funds to send Betty over.

More often than not, we actually see Simon recognizing the sacrifices Betty is making and actively trying to stop her:

Betty time traveling into the future and away from basically everything she knows: Simon originally time travel calls her to apologize and tell her that he forgives her for leaving him as a way to allow her to move on. Betty chooses to jump through the portal. 

Dedicating herself to save him: Simon literally begged Betty to let him die rather than turning back into the Ice King. He only changes his mind after she begs him to give her a chance to save him. Everything she does afterwards, he’s either basically passed out or is cursed.

Merging with Glob: Simon begged Betty to forget the crown and escape Golb with him and Finn. Betty pushed him out of there and merged with Golb. Simon spent years trying to find a way to unfuse her with Golb. 

Not getting any acknowledgement for helping to find the Enchiridion: Simon wanted both of them to get credit. Betty told him that she wanted him to get all the credit. He awkwardly, but professionally, told her that she deserves the credit just as much as he does. She still turns down any acknowledgement. (I really don’t like this story beat because it could have been such a good chance to comment on how academia often discredits or ignores women)

We also have moments where they do things Betty’s way (or at the very least Betty does things her way) on their expedition together.

When crossing the river: Simon carefully walks across the rocks. Betty takes her shoes off and just walks through the river. Simon follows suit then slips and falls. I would just like to add that crossing a river without shoes on isn’t safe. It decreases trackson and increases your risk of cutting yourself in an open body of water. They should have just either dealt with the wet socks, brought a spare pair, or use water proof shoes.

When crossing an area full of snakes: Simon advises Betty to stick with the tried and true method for dealing with snakes. Betty decides to do the trick her mom taught her and runs through the area screaming. Simon doesn’t stop her. Instead once he sees that it’s working, he smiles.

As we see, with the exception of two instances (which could easily be changed without impacting the plot too much), Simon doesn’t need to learn the lesson that he should have supported Betty more and stopped her from sacrificing herself so much.

I think the bigger issue in Simon and Betty’s relationship is just how obsessed they are with each other. When the crown drives Simon insane and takes all his memories, the last thing Simon can remember is that he wants to marry his Princess. This leads him to literally kidnapping princesses. Betty time traveled 1000 years into the future after hearing Simon say he never saw her again after wearing the crown. In the process of trying to save him, she went mad herself. They’ve both spent years trying to save the other from and were willing to sacrifice themselves to do so (I’m fully convinced Simon didn’t have a plan for how to leave Golb’s dimension. I think the dude was just going to apologize to Betty then die).

Not Part of the Finale, But Still Bothers Me

Having Prismo be the one to actually write Fionna and Cake removes depth from Simon/ Ice King’s character. I liked how surprisingly good Fionna and Cake was and interpreted that as parts of Simon shining through. But they needed to have Fionna and Cake actually be real for the show, so they had Prismo make them. Instead of Prismo making them out of boredom, I think it would have been cool if he made them as a way to grieve Jake. Maybe after Jake died, Prismo turned to reading Fionna and Cake since his favorite person liked it and Cake’s basically a genderbent Jake. But, after reading everything the Ice King wrote he wanted more. Since he lives in the TIME ROOM, I don’t think it would be a stretch to allow him to interact with the timeline in weird ways (in fact I think we already saw this in the episode Is That You?). So, as a temporary solution Prismo made Fionna and Cake real and stores their universe in the Ice King’s head so he could get more stories out of them. Prismo meant to delete their world before the Ice King turned back into Simon, but he didn’t have the heart to. Also, they could have totally had Simon keep writing Fionna and Cake fanfiction like how he sometimes dresses up as Ice King. Except, this time, he writes them in his own modern day AU as a way to cope with how out of place he feels. 

Not part of this spin off, but it’s always irked me that Simon got to time travel to the past, but Betty didn’t. I get that Betty wanted to intentionally create a time paradox. But it still feels really hypocritical. Honestly, I think they should have just made Simon accidentally freeze her when he first puts on the crown. After Frost and Fire, when the Ice Kingdom got melted, have her thaw out and start researching ways to cure Simon. Then, during the episode she’s supposed to debut in, have her be the cause of Bella Noche. 

Conclusion

The finale had cool concepts, but it doesn't fully match up with everything that came before it.

[shojislady]

2. PISSBABY TSUKISHIMA

"BYE MA!! LOVE YOU TOO! SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" y/n screamed out as she shut the door behind her. today was the day that y/n started school at karasuno high. she wasn't nervous, not at all. y/n never had any trouble making friends. she was an outgoing person and was easy to get along with.

(lol imagine)

beginning her walk to school, she decided to text the group chat to see how everyone was doing. the gc was originally made by the twins and y/n for chaotic reasons, but sooner or later they actually used the group chat for important reasons like planning or just occasionally checking up on each other.

'i miss them, but I'm gon beat them up when i see them. wanna act all tough cuz I'm 10 ½ hours away. just wait till i visit them.' y/n thought.

this is basically the format for each conversation that happens. y/n going into the group chat to check up on everyone to make sure they're okay, then the twins start ganging up on her until kyoya gets annoyed and tells them to stfu because he's trying to relax and he can't silence his phone. it was funny because when they got back to school, she would pretend like nothing ever happened and continued to flirt with kyoya.

"oh, there's the school!" she pointed out to literally no one. there were a bunch of students flooding in the gate. "gauh LEE.. that's a lot of damn people.”

she continued her slow pace to the school, not really caring about what time she got there, as long as she was before lunch. she was gonna be a bit late, either way, seeing as she had to go to the front office for her schedule.

"well, time to go beast mode." #alpha

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"All right Ms. l/n, welcome to our class! go sit behind yamaguchi. Yams! raise ur hand!" the teacher yelled out. y/n had gotten to school on time, but joined the rest of the students during their third class, since the VP took her on a small tour of the school after giving her the schedule.

she scanned through the sea of students to see a timid-looking boy raising his hand. he was cute, and looked to be a few inches taller than y/n. he had freckles and a nice mop of green hair standing on top of his head. if his face was red, he'd be a human strawberry.

with her black and blonde faux locs swaying behind her, she went to sit in her newly designated seat behind the boy who was now known as yamaguchi. she pulled out a notebook and opened it to a blank page, which was deemed useless seeing that she had already learned what was being taught.

bored, she pulled out her headphones, opening spotify, she pulled up her chill playlist, she clicked shuffle play, smiled, and relaxed a bit seeing the first song that came up. it was ' Big Poppa - the notorious b.i.g'. it was one of her favorite songs to chill to.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

"hey, it's time for science... " was what y/n heard as she removed her headphones. it was yams, telling her that it's time for the next subject.

now that she had the slight chance to talk to him, she decided to say what had been on her mind for when she saw him.

"thanks. y'know, you're really cute by the way. you look like someone i'd accidentally bump into in the street and u'd apologize and i'd say "no really its all my fault" then start talking to much cuz i got nervous. that's a compliment by the way."

'...what?' yams was shocked yet confused. he wasn't used to out of the blue compliments like that, or really at all. especially not from girls, and a really attractive one at that. but aside from the initial shock, why the fuck was it so specific and detailed?

"oh! uhm- thank you! you're really pretty yourself!"

"thank you! and thanks for waking me up! wanna be friends?"

"oh, no problem. and sure!! "

'that was odd...' tadashi thought to himself as he turned to face front. "damn, that was quick, yamaguchi" his childhood friend, tsukishima, teased. "im surprised you didn't stutter ur ass off.”

tsukishima kei was a very tall individual. he had short, blonde hair and was more on the thinner, lanky side.

"oh piss off tsuki, ur just mad that i talked to the pretty new girl before you, loser." yams shot back.

(bozo😹👎🏽 take this L tsuki🤡 )

"whatever😒😒"

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"hi yams! hi yams' friend! what are we doing now?" y/n asked. the bell had just rung, and y/n was too lazy to pull out her schedule.

"hi l/n! this is tsukishima! its lunchtime right now so we're heading to the cafeteria!!" he replied with a small smile on his face.

"BOOO!! the cafeteria sucks ass. that's why I always ate in the club room." y/n complained with a big ole thumbs down.

although she was pretty extroverted, she didn't like all the extra loud noise and nosy people. there are some hating ass hoes back at Ouran, but she couldn't give less of a fuck. all they ever did was talk shit because they were jealous of her relationship with the hosts, but she knew it was part of the deal when she became friends with them.

"wah wah, cry me a river. either sit with us or not, jeez." blabbered smart- ass tsuki.

"actually, you're in luck! we and a few others are all going to meet and eat lunch in the gym to go over some stuff for our club, you can join if you want!" yams offered.

she happily accepted the offer and continued to walk along with them to the cafeteria, then to the gym where they would eat. they stopped by the vending machine for y/n, because her thirsty ass drank all her water before lunch, now craving a nice refreshing beverage to wash down the curry she's about to fuck up.

after a few more short minutes of walking, they had finally reached the gym and heard arguing coming from the inside, not knowing that the moment she steps into that gym, she'd be going on a wild trip.

taglist: open and empty

guys.. dont be mad at me ik i missed my deadline☹️☹️

but im thinkin..

should i still write the beach episode for ouran? i have a few ideas for it but idk..

LEMME GO UPDATE THE OTHER BOOK

[bubblesandgutz]

Every Record I Own - Day 800: The Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers

There's a bar in Greenpoint, Brooklyn called Moonlight Mile that my husband and I went to all the time back when we lived in New York. It was just a block or two off of the East River, so we would often walk to a nearby park to watch the sun set over Manhattan then head to the bar for a drink or two. It was a mellow neighborhood spot with a well-curated free jukebox. I felt like a bit of a dork for it, but I put on "Moonlight Mile" off of Sticky Fingers pretty much every time I went in there. Maybe it was a bit too on-the-nose, but fuck it... it's exactly the kind of song I wanna listen to with a beer in my hand as the night creeps in.

Like Let It Bleed, I picked up this cheap copy of Sticky Fingers at some point in the '00s because it's considered to be one of the Stones' best albums (if not THE best). And like Let It Bleed, I wasn't all that enamored with it at first. Sure, I knew the hits off the album. "Brown Sugar" is a classic rock staple (and a frequent topic of discussion when it comes to the more problematic aspects of the band) and "Wild Horses" is great (thanks in large part to involvement of Gram Parsons), but there wasn't much else that leapt out at me. It just sounds like the stereotypical sleazy, bluesy sound I associate with '70s classic rock.

But individual songs began to grow on me. First it was "Dead Flowers"---a defiant country tune that drops a very unsubtle heroin reference in the second verse ("I'll be in my basement room / with a needle and a spoon"). Combined with the slavery and sadism references in "Brown Sugar" and the cock bulge on the album cover, I'm surprised Sticky Fingers wasn't the subject of a massive boycott. How was this considered mainstream material back in 1971?

The slow-burn ballad "Moonlight Mile" was the next song to win me over. For years, I'd play "Dead Flowers" and "Moonlight Mile"---the closers to the album---while I was showering in hotel rooms on tour. They were the perfect length and the ideal way to gauge how much time I was taking getting ready in the bathroom while one of my bandmates waited for their turn to shower.

Other songs started luring me in: the primary riff of "Bitch," the dueling guitar line verses and gospel chorus of "Can't You Hear Me Knocking," the wistful soul of "Sway" and "I Got the Blues"... it's as if something else grew on me with every listen.

That might explain why initial reviews of Sticky Fingers were mixed while the album is now considered to be one of the greatest rock records of all time. Stones records aren't immediately rewarding. They're loose and unrefined. They aren't burnished to shine. Instead, they sound like fleeting moments. More than one studio engineer mentioned that the Stones seemed like they were barely a functional band when they were writing and formulating songs together in the studio, and then at some point they would all lock in and magic would happen.

Many years ago, an old band of mine recorded with Jack Endino, the engineer behind a bunch of quintessential grunge albums. Jack didn't care much about fixing our minor flubs. "People still love Rolling Stones albums," he argued, "and those performances were sloppy as hell." His reasoning was that the small imperfections in a song---the slightly flat notes, the fluctuations in tempo, the not-quite-together accents---kept the brain intrigued. Even if the listener isn't 100% aware of the errors, the subconscious keeps trying to make sense of the flaws, and that keeps the music interesting.

There's so much music out there vying for our attention these days, and it could be very easy to give Sticky Fingers a cursory listen and shrug it off. But how many albums somehow manage to get better with every listen? Maybe it's the slop factor. Maybe it's the quality songs glimmering in the dirt like diamonds in the rough.

Whatever it is, I love Sticky Fingers a little more every time I listen to it. And I still throw "Moonlight Mile" on the jukebox when I'm in NYC and visiting my old neighborhood bar in Greenpoint.

[sunjakes]

pancakes for dinner ; park sunghoon

pairing: classmate!sunghoon x gn!reader genre: fluff, semi slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers warnings: intended lowercase, best friend sunsun and loser hoon agenda, a teeny bit of profanity from reader n a lot from sunghoon LOL, two v short mentions of food word count: 4.5k a/n: HAPPY VERY BELATED HOON DAY AND MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! part 4/7 of my song drabble series !! this one took me a lot longer to write than i'd like to admit ... regardless of my struggle picking a song and then getting out of writers block multiple times, i really like this one and i hope yall do too !! also go listen to lizzy mcalpine her music is seriously so good :>

sunghoon had never been the best with words, and you knew that all too well. after meeting him for the first time, you entirely believed that he could've been a mute until you saw him talking to his friend - and your fellow classmate, sunoo. most people tended to be taken aback by sunghoon’s timidness, but you honestly saw it as a challenge.

something about park sunghoon intrigued you.

maybe it was how he stuttered and stumbled over his words for the first few meetings you two had, but you wanted nothing more than to make him crack. and sunghoon didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he fell for you at first glance. you made him even more nervous than he usually is in front of people.

once you and sunghoon got seated next to each other in class, you took it as your chance to put your ideas into action. you wanted to break sunghoon out of whatever shell he was in, and after a couple of weeks, you can safely say it was working. even sunoo was shocked to see the side his friend was letting out when he was around you.

you made sunghoon laugh and smile more than anyone had ever seen. watching his fang-like teeth poke out from between his lips when you made him laugh extra hard filled your chest with pride. his reputation of being someone cold and shut out was shedding more and more with each passing day. despite how the both of you were always seen as class pets, you started getting reprimanded by your professors for talking too much during lectures.

even though you and sunghoon got super close as friends in class, you didn't spend time with him much outside of it, much to sunghoon's dismay. his feelings for you started to grow exponentially, as did yours for him, but he couldn't seem to gather the confidence to actually ask you about making plans.

"sunghoon hyung, you're never gonna advance with y/n if you never try to say anything, you know.. what if they actually like you back?"

sunghoon groans at sunoo's comment, a loud thump sounding in his bedroom as his head lands against his desk. he knows that sunoo's right, but it doesn't make anything feel any easier. that 'what if' when it comes to you is exactly what's holding him back. if being friends with you is the closest sunghoon will ever be to you, he'd take it in a heartbeat.

"i know, i know... but maybe they just want to be friends. i don't want y/n to pursue me because they see me as some charity case.."

hearing a quiet scoff come from sunoo, sunghoon sits up to look at him, finding a pair of sympathetic yet intense eyes gazing at him.

"hyung, i'm not 100% sure what to say outside of this: i wish you could see them from an outsider's perspective. i don't think they took a random initiative to talk to you because they see you as some pathetic guy like you seem to think."

the response catches sunghoon off guard, and he looks at sunoo with a quizzical expression. the younger boy just sighs softly and shakes his head, standing up from his seat on sunghoon's bed. gently patting sunghoon's shoulder, sunoo begins to make his way over to the door.

"this may sound cliché and cringy, but i think you should try writing how you feel down... maybe that way, if you ever get the balls to confess to y/n, you won't trip over your words and turn into an actual charity case."

before sunghoon could even get out a syllable of a response, sunoo was out the door, and he was left alone to fester in his own thoughts. a deep sigh leaves his lips, and he has to stop himself from slamming his head against his desk again. looking to his right, he sees an empty notebook he had purchased for a class that he never ended up using.

you should try writing how you feel down…

the suggestion rings throughout sunghoon’s head, and he reaches for the book without a second thought, opening the cover as he feels his nerves flood with anxiety. picking up a pen, every single thought sunghoon has seemingly ever had about you completely flees from his mind. he stares at the empty page as if a love letter would just materialize out of nowhere and write itself. he sighs for what feels like the millionth time, his pen hovering over the paper.

"...how the fuck am i supposed to do this...?"

fighting the urge to text sunoo for advice, sunghoon starts to write the first things that pop into his head:

y/n, here's hoping you never have to read this, because i have no clue what i'm doing.. you make me crazy in the most amazing way i don't know how to describe. honestly, i never thought that you would come up and talk to me in class, but seeing you approach me for the first time made me so excited for the future. i'm so unbelievably glad you started talking to me. even though we officially met not that long ago, i feel like i can be my true self with you. i'm not scared of being mocked or judged like i am around virtually everyone else, and it just feels right. you make me feel right. just by being in class with you, everything makes sense. you barely have to move a finger to make me the happiest guy in the world, and i'm hoping that one day i'll get the opportunity to return that happiness to you. i swear your smile shines brighter than the north star, and i want to witness it for as long as i have the chance to. stay just as you are, y/n. your personality is by far the most beautiful and captivating thing about you, and it's what made me fall so hard. - park sunghoon

setting down his pen, sunghoon stares at the page he just filled, not even rereading what he wrote down. he instantly picks up his phone and sends a photo of his writing to sunoo, closing the notebook's cover so he can't look at the letter long enough to regret his decisions. he watches his message to his friend go from delivered to read, and the hesitation in sunoo's response starts to fill sunghoon with dread.

a minute or so later, sunghoon hears his phone ping, and he instantly picks it up to read sunoo's response:

"hyung, you are so down bad..."

with a loud groan. sunghoon's head drops down against his desk again, his phone falling into his lap as his arms dangle helplessly at his sides. not even bothering to actually respond to sunoo's text, sunghoon sarcastically mutters a comeback, getting up from his seat and leaving his notebook abandoned at his desk.

"you say that as if this wasn't your suggestion anyways, you dick.."

sunghoon feels ashamed to walk onto campus the next day, paranoid that you would somehow manage to find out about his impromptu love letter. his rational brain knows that sunoo is the only person who knows—and you and sunoo have barely spared a conversation with each other—but school being school, he knows how easy it is for word to spread about anything. walking into the lecture hall, a quiet sigh of relief leaves his lips when he sees that you haven't arrived yet. he makes his way over to sunoo, rolling his eyes as the younger boy playfully nudges him with his elbow.

"soooo loverboy, when are you planning to confess to them?~"

sunghoon scoffs and makes his way over to his seat, muttering a nearly inaudible "fuck off..." sunoo just chuckles at his friend’s response, setting his book bag on the floor as he sits next to sunghoon. he gently pats the older’s shoulder, noticing how he’s trying to look everywhere besides the door to the classroom.

“look, i can tell you’re worried about y/n finding out. i will swear to you now that i won’t say a single word if you don’t want me to. i would never be the type of person to snitch, anyways; you of all people should know that.”

sunghoon’s shoulders slump as he nods in understanding. a stressed sigh wracks his chest and he threads his fingers through his hair, trying to keep his composure. as if on cue, his posture shoots up pin-straight as he hears your voice approaching the room. sunoo fights back another laugh, smiling knowingly as you make your way through the door.

sunghoon tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach when you give him that bright smile that he fell in love with so quickly. whispering a soft "i'll take that as my cue to leave..", sunoo gets up from his spot and moves to another seat in the lecture hall, and sunghoon thanks whatever higher power may exist as you take the empty seat beside him without a second thought.

"hey hoon! since it's still pretty nice out, would you wanna go to a café and get some coffee after class? we could maybe study together, and even though it may still be school-related, i wanna see you outside of this setting for once.."

you motion to your surroundings with one hand and a pout on your lips. the endearing nickname you suddenly gave to sunghoon leaves him a little love struck to the point where he almost misses your question. he prays you don't notice the red flush to his cheeks or how his gaze instantly dropped to your lips as he responds—which you absolutely did and made sure to take note of—and he nods as he tries to collect himself to answer.

“oh-uh, yeah, totally! what classes do you need to study for?”

sunghoon instantly running with the study idea left somewhat of a sour taste in both of your mouths, and you have to hide the frown that fights its way to your lips as you ramble off some random class that you know you don’t genuinely need to study for. nodding nervously, he makes eye contact with sunoo behind you—who grins, giving sunghoon a thumbs up—and starts to turn his attention to the front of the room as he sees the professor walk in.

despite the awkward tension between the two of you, your lecture passes by uneventfully. you keep trying to steal glances at sunghoon, and he must have been attempting the same thing, because your gazes met on more than one occasion. you hide a smile as you watch his ears get progressively more pink everytime your eyes meet. you stand up simultaneously as your professor dismisses you, and as you look up at sunghoon, you swear a knife could cut through the nerves you could hear thick in his voice.

"so uh, y/n... i'll meet you at the café, right?"

you look at him confused, and you watch sunghoon's face blush bright red at your reaction. without even thinking, you reach to grab his hand, and both of you feel electricity shoot up through your arms at the point of contact. sunghoon catches himself staring at the way your hands fit together, and his mind runs with want to never let go of your hand. he noticed how perfectly your hand felt in his and fought the urge to intertwine your fingers, wondering if you were feeling the same things he was.

"what you mean 'meet me,' hoon? why don't we just go together right now?"

he wordlessly nods, and you two make your way out of the lecture hall, neither of you letting go of each others hands. sunoo watches in shock, and not long after leaving the room, sunghoon's phone buzzes. he checks it with his free hand, flushing an even darker red when he sees a text from his friend reading: "im sorry .. WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS?!"

by the time you both walk into the café, you were no longer holding hands after sunghoon had gotten embarrassed by sunoo’s text. after choosing a table and setting down your bags, you move to head up to the counter but are stopped as sunghoon puts his hand on your shoulder.

“what do you want to drink? it’s on me.”

you look up to see sunghoon smiling at you, his cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink, and you’re awestruck to see the shy and timid boy you met just weeks ago slowly disappearing in front of you. he seems to notice you spacing out and says your name to get your attention again, snapping you out of your daze.

“o-oh, shit, sorry.. can you get me an iced oat latte? thank you so much, hoon.”

his smile just grows as he nods, motioning for you to sit down as he heads up to the counter to order for the both of you. you watch him in shock, trying to figure out what happened to the nervous sunghoon that practically tripped over his own words just an hour ago when you brought up the idea of coming to the café in the first place. after a few minutes, you watch sunghoon walk back over to the table with both of your drinks and some pastries, and you start to blush as he sets them down onto the table.

"i also got us some things to snack on in case you get hungry!"

you look at him and smile gratefully as he sits down, shyly mumbling a thank you as you take your drink from his hand. starting to get supplies out of his bag, sunghoon looks up at you confused when he notices you not move to do the same.

"y/n, weren't we gonna study? did you not bring anything?"

sunghoon looks at you shocked when your mood suddenly changes, sighing as you look at him with a scowl and a slight glare. setting down your drink, your frown drops and you look at him, seemingly annoyed out of nowhere, at least in sunghoon's opinion.

"park sunghoon, are you being serious right now?"

sunghoon just blinks at your question, growing more confused by the second at your sudden mood switch.

"d-did i say something wrong? what happened?"

you sigh again at his cluelessness, slightly rolling your eyes. looking at sunghoon dead in the eyes, you bluntly tell him of your intentions.

"i didn't actually mean to turn this into a study date, sunghoon. i just used that as an excuse so that i could spend time with you outside of class.. i only ever see you under those god awful flourescent lights in that stupid lecture hall, and it was actually starting to drive me insane."

sunghoon gasps softly as he hears the word date leave your lips, his mouth gaped like a fish out of water. you maintain eye contact with him while holding the same, slightly frustrated expression, and sunghoon blushes darker than you've ever seen before. you can practically hear the gears turning in his mind as he tries to take in what you said and come up with a response.

"a.. a date..?"

you can't help but laugh at his question, resting your head on the palms of your hands as you look at him.

"you really are clueless, aren't you hoon?"

successful in flustering sunghoon with your response, he breaks eye contact with you and drops his gaze to the table, awkwardly coughing and scratching the back of his neck.

"i... i was so excited at the prospect of hanging out with you in the first place that i didn't even realize you didn't actually want to study together, to be honest.."

you mimic his previous shocked expression at his sudden confession, and now it's sunghoon's turn to chuckle. he catches your attention by suddenly outstretching his hand to you across the table, and you look at him confused.

"give me your phone, i want another chance to redo this 'date' and give you the experience you actually deserve."

you blush at his statement and nod, pulling your phone out of your pocket and passing it to him. sunghoon sets his own phone down on the table and motions for you to take it, so you do, putting your number into his phone. he smiles and passes back your phone before getting up from the table, grabbing his coffee and his bag.

"text me when you get to your dorm, yeah? we can replan a better date before class tomorrow."

failing to come up with a verbal response, you nod, and sunghoon grins as he bids you goodbye, turning to make his way out of the café. you continue to sit there for a few moments, processing everything that just took place between the multitude of attitude changes and confessions from both you and sunghoon.

you open your phone to see sunghoon's contact staring back at you, and you smile widely when you see he inputted his display name as "hoon" with a penguin and heart emoji next to it. stuffing your phone into your pocket, you decide to start collecting your belongings to head back to your dorm. right as you go to head out of the café, you notice that sunghoon left the notebook he brought with him sitting on the table. you pick it up and start making your way back to your dorm room, making the mental note to text him about it and return it during tomorrow's lecture.

you had noticed that the cover of the notebook had slightly opened as you grabbed it off of the table, and seeing sunghoon's name printed on the bottom of the first page caught your attention. it looked like a sign-off to some sort of note or letter, and your curiosity got the best of you as you open the notebook's cover to read what it said in full.

y/n, here's hoping you never have to read this, because i have no clue what i'm doing..

after reading that first sentence, you had to force yourself to wait until you got back to your dorm to read the rest of it. you instantly head to your bedroom once you return, and you rushedly pull out sunghoon's notebook again, your curiousity only growing as you were desperate to find out what sunghoon had written to—or about—you in this case. opening the cover to the notebook again, you sit down on your bed and start to read.

i feel like i can be my true self with you. i'm not scared of being mocked or judged like i am around virtually everyone else, and it just feels right. you make me feel right.

you start to smile at his wording, feeling various emotions flood in your chest. holding back your tears, you gasp at the next few lines he wrote.

just by being in class with you, everything makes sense. you barely have to move a finger to make me the happiest guy in the world, and i’m hoping that one day i’ll get the opportunity to return that happiness to you. i swear your smile shines brighter than the north star, and i want to witness it for as long as i have the chance to.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you blush deeply, and the last sentence causes you to tear up, suddenly getting emotional.

your personality is by far the most beautiful and captivating thing about you, and it’s what made me fall so hard. - park sunghoon

gently tossing his notebook in front of you after closing the cover again, you fail to fight back the tears as you begin to comprehend everything you've just read. grabbing your phone, you shoot sunghoon a brief text regarding his notebook, refusing to mention its contents as you wipe the tears covering your cheeks.

“oh shit…”

hanging out with sunghoon again, sunoo's head whips to look at him at his sudden exclamation. sunghoon's face fills with dread and nervousness as he responds to your text, and sunoo looks at him confused.

"what's wrong, hyung? did something happen?"

"y/n has my notebook."

sunoo's eyebrows furrow in confusion, not understanding where the issue lies as sunghoon cards his fingers through his hair, a stressed sigh leaving his lips.

"sun.. y/n has the notebook."

as soon as sunoo makes the connection as to what sunghoon was referring to, his eyes widen, covering his mouth with his hand as if to muffle his response—to no avail.

"OH MY GOD."

sunghoon groans, his head falling back against his pillow as he covers his face with his hands. worried about how he's handling it, sunoo moves to sit on the end of sunghoon's bed, gently resting his hand on the older's leg.

"god, what if they read it..? what if they hate me now? i'm gonna have no chance now.. fuck, man, i'm seriously screwed."

"woah, woah, woah.. pause. you're running to conclusions way too fast, dude."

sunghoon lifts his head up, looking at sunoo with an expression that exudes 'are you joking right now'. sunoo rolls his eyes, nudging sunghoon's legs to the side so he can fully sit on top of the bed. looking at sunghoon with that same intense and sympathetic look from the day before, he starts to speak.

"this is exactly what i meant when i said i wish you could see y/n from a third person point of view. they way they practically beam at you? they don't do that for anyone else i've ever seen. they even basically gave you a pet name. people don't just do that for someone unless they're genuinely interested in them. if anything, you've definitely still got a shot, if not a better shot now, at actually being with them."

sunghoon just blankly stares at sunoo for a moment, not sure sunoo's telling him the truth or just saying this to make him feel better. slowly, he nods, praying that the younger boy is onto something. he sighs quietly as he sits up, running his fingers through his hair again.

"let's hope you're right.. if i just royally fucked up, i'm done for.."

it's safe to say that when you and sunghoon saw each other in class the next day, you both were extremely tense, your reasonings being on the opposite sides of the same spectrum. sunghoon was stiff as a board as you handed him his notebook back, still petrified at the mental image of you reading the equivalent of his whole heart on a sheet of paper. you, on the other hand, were still processing the answers that said paper gave to you. his mannerisms and reactions when it came to you finally made sense.

the awkward "thanks.." sunghoon muttered out left you both cringing internally, hating the sudden atmosphere change between you. there was still some time before the lecture actually started, so the two of you decided to try and talk things out and settle the tenseness. sitting down, you and sunghoon turn your chairs to face each other, and you fight the urge to reach out and touch him.

"so.. the notebook..."

sunghoon was shocked to hear you mention it first, his worst fears beginning to manifest themselves inside his head. it feels like his heart leaps into his throat, and he looks at you with wide eyes.

"look, hoon, i read what you wrote."

oh no.

even though you called him by the nickname you gave him, the one that normally makes his heart race and his face flush, he can feel the beginnings of his heart starting to shatter. he dropped his gaze to his lap, holding back his emotions from rushing to the surface. you can sense sunghoon's distress, and you decide to gently rest your hand on top of his knee. you frown slightly when he flinches, looking up at you with glassy eyes. you slightly panic seeing his current state, gently squeezing his knee.

"wait, oh my god, sunghoon, hold on. please listen to me. i read what you wrote, and i can't even start to describe how happy it made me."

sunghoon isn’t fully sure how to respond. he was constantly dreading, waiting for the “i know about it” statement to stumble its way from your lips. however, the positive acknowledgement of his unintentional confession was the last thing he ever could have expected. looking caught like a deer in headlights, sunghoon responded with the only word his mouth seemed to remember how to say.

“what?”

you sigh softly and reach for one of his hands, which he’s fiddling with in his lap. as you intertwine your fingers, you can feel your heart practically beat out of your chest, but you try your hardest to ignore your emotions for just a moment. his eyes manage to widen even further until you gently squeeze his hand, letting him relax a bit.

"i know you didn't want me to see it, and i'm sorry i did. but please, don't be embarrassed or upset at yourself, okay?"

sunghoon was still seemingly confused at what you were trying to get at. he was so set on the idea that you were going to reject him to even possibly consider you reciprocating his feelings.

"what.. what do you mean?"

sunghoon watches you smile softly and starts to feel his worry start to completely fade away. there's something to your expression that looks different to how he's ever seen you. he notices an underlying look of love in your eyes, and sunghoon can feel the beginnings of his heart racing.

"i've liked you for a while, sunghoon. genuinely. i had wanted to talk to you for a while before i finally decided to do it, and god—i'm so glad i did. you're so incredibly kind, and just being in this class with you has given me a reason to look forward to tomorrows.

the way you're looking deep into sunghoon's eyes lets him confirm that you're telling him the truth, and the smile on your face begins to grow as you watch him start to smile back. sunghoon squeezes your hand lightly, and you have to hold yourself back from pulling him out of his chair and into a tight hug. with his thoughts starting to clear, sunghoon finaly gets to ask you the question that's been replaying in his head for the past few days.

"so, how about we redo that café date after class today? i'll get you your iced oat latte again, and we won't have to do any 'studying' this time."

sunghoon smiles as you nod, and your attention turns to the front of the room as the professor walks in. you both decide to keep holding hands under the table, and you respond in a hushed whisper right before the lecture begins.

"i'd love that, hoon~"

[seriously-mike]

Elephant on the Road

or, How I Had To Re-Learn How To Drive After Two Decades

As you know, my father died over a year ago, leaving not only his apartment with a fully-stocked fridge, but also his car - a 2000 Nissan Patrol, at that point disassembled and split between a mechanic and a body shop, with the extensive repairs paid only halfway. A year later, it was finally put back together, with 3/4s of the drivetrain replaced, the frame rust-proofed and a new coat of Raptor finish in graphite color. Then, it stood at the local parking lot for five goddamn months before I got the courage to get behind the wheel and drive it.

So holy shit, there I was, trying to wriggle a two-ton War Elephant out of its parking space, some guy's shiny new Mercedes to the left, three trucks behind me and zero knowledge how the whole thing behaves - acceleration, braking, turn radius, I knew fuck-all about that. But, with some slight fettling, I got out of the parking space, out of the parking lot's gate and OHMOTHERFUCKERITURNEDTOOHARD. Literally, I turned the steering wheel too hard, jumped the curb, ran over the remnants of a decorative fence all of four inches tall and swung the car back onto the road in the initial stages of a heart attack.

Fuck. And I mean, FFFFFFFUCK. Turned out that the two-ton War Elephant has really nice power steering for a beast slightly more than half my age and I need to turn gently. So, down the street I go, letting the pedestrians cross the road as they have the right of way on crossings without traffic lights, the brakes aren't that bad either, the soundtrack from Brutal Legend is blasting from the radio because my dad bought one with an USB port long ago and then asked me to make a thumb drive with his favorite songs on it (which I, sadly, failed to do), I'm GOING. Baby, am I going. But then, I have to turn into the large avenue and I'm all kinds of afraid what's gonna happen then.

So, apparently, the first rule of the road is "act like everyone else, and nobody will suspect you don't have a driver's license" (I actually do, for the record, I just didn't have a car for the last two decades and the last one I had to drive was a rusted-out fifth-gen Nissan Sunny with a busted manual gearbox that had issues with switching gears). So I'm rolling down the avenue, regulation 50 per (km/h, mind you), and I haven't even killed anyone yet. I'm even using turn signals, correctly, because the War Elephant has an American dashboard with two separate turn indicator lights so I know whether I'm flashing left or right. So, off to the right lane and I tuuuurn right into another avenue.

Much to my joy, I see a "Speed Limit: 80" sign on the overpass (this one is a part of the large transit road through the town), so I floor it. I floor it so eagerly to keep on the tail of the guy before me that I go all the way to 100 per before noticing and gently slow down back to 80 before hitting the tunnel.

I fucking knew I forgot something, and that something were the headlights. Halfway into the tunnel, I turn the headlight knob, swearing and hoping that no undercover cop car saw me. Okay, now we're driving 100% legit, only one car honked at me, no hits, no scrapes, I stay in my line like a motherfucking tram. Off a roundabout that isn't a fucking roundabout (who even named it like that?!), down another street and after some more uneventful ride I arrive at my dad's former apartment to pick up some junk from the basement. Hell, even parallel parking was easy because someone was nice enough to leave a car and a half's worth of space between the two already there.

I forgot to turn off the lights, as you can see in the photo, because I'm a derp and I haven't figured out what the incessant pinging after turning the engine off meant. So I take the photo, notice the lights on, open the car again, turn the lights off and head to the basement to pick up the junk.

Coming back was a bit more difficult, mostly due to me being unable to tell which of the three turns left was the correct one (note to self, it's the third one, the largest), but it resulted in an "always wanted to say that" moment when some absolute fuckwad decided to cut from the right lane all the way to the left and up the overpass, prompting me to go "Turning left from the right lane, you unschooled dickwad?! Last time I've seen idiots like you in Night City!"

[septembersghost]

what songs from present day would you want to hear elvis cover?

ANON!!! 🥰💕 i love this message an enormous amount, and then it tormented me for two days because i read it and instantly forgot every modern day song i've ever listened to somehow lol. the actual problem was, i felt like i didn't have a solid enough handle on today's genres that he might lean more towards or that would do him justice? i was sitting here frantically thinking of songs by pop girlies™ and i could hear him softly laughing over my shoulder. so i was going to give you a short answer.

then i ended up looking at my actual music library and came out with a novel.

first, i sent this to both my loves @joons and @headfullofpresley in my initial dilemma, looking for suggestions. sidenote: if anyone would like to add to this, you're welcome to!

chelsea gave me three that i think are simply marvelous and i will weep forever that we cannot have them: million reasons by lady gaga (the taste this has, the vision this has. I bow down to pray, I try to make the worst seem better, Lord, show me the way to cut through all this worn out leather. I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away, but baby, I just need one good one to stay. hello?!), praying by kesha (well, you almost had me fooled, told me that I was nothing without you, but after everything you've done, I can thank you for how strong I have become, 'cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell, I had to learn how to fight for myself, and we both know all the truth I could tell, I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell." I hope you're somewhere prayin'...I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known, I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain, oh, when I'm finished, they won't even know your name...can you imagine how much i would cry?), and love on the brain by rihanna (baby, I'm fist fighting with fire just to get close to you, can we burn something, babe? and I run for miles just to get a taste. i NEED to hear how he would arrange this).

tam i know would say peace (there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west, I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come, if you're standin' with me) by taylor. also slow dancing in a burning room (this is the deep and dying breath of this love that we've been working on. can't seem to hold you like I want to, so I can feel you in my arms, nobody's gonna come and save you, we pulled too many false alarms) and shadow days (did you know that you could be wrong, and swear you're right? some people been known to do it all their lives. but you find yourself alone, just like you found yourself before, like I found myself in pieces on the hotel floor. hard times help me see, I'm a good man with a good heart, had a tough time, got a rough start, but I finally learned to let it go...).

for my part, i feel like there is this endless list of songs i could mention from further back in time, but i wanted to pull from our modern era since you said present day, and i've been mulling some of my favorites in my mind. granted, elvis would play around with how these are crafted and produced, but in my head, i can hear these.

taylor is such an obvious go-to, and i wracked my brain trying to think of what would be right for him. something with her country flavor, or something with a bigger sound, a more rock-infused sound, like state of grace (PLEASE), like the story of us. but these jumped out - the original version of that's when. i love the duet with keith urban, but the original can be carried by one person. i can't explain, but it's very kentucky rain-coded to me. also just the story there, that idea that all these mistakes have been made, but the person you love is always welcome to come back. there's also an unreleased song of hers called just south of knowing why (drive all night) that is SO GOOD, and i hope it'll be on debut tv. for some reason i can connect it with him easily. "if I could drive all night, would I find my peace of mind? would it be a million miles of cold white lies and unfamiliar exit signs? I just drive on by, just south of knowing why. I don't have a plan, I don't have a map, I don't even know if I'm ever going back." lastly, and this is the biggest one, i toyed with a bunch of folklore choices (this is me trying...they told me all of my cages were mental...), but my brain just kept circling back to fearless, specifically to change. this is curious because i never used to like change, it's the re-recording that, well, changed it for me. the initial letdown of it (the final blow hits you, somebody else gets what you wanted again, and you know it's all the same, another time and place, repeating history and you're getting sick of it), and then the hopeful triumph overcoming it (but I believe in everything you do). the spirit of it - and we'll sing hallelujah! anyway i cried thinking about this so that tells you everything.

to the lady gaga connection, can i say that el would sound phenomenal singing any number of the songs from she and bradley's version of a star is born? always remember us this way. alibi. music to my eyes (i know it's a duet!). and especially maybe it's time.

harry's version of just a little bit of your heart where he made it rockier (I know I'm not your only, but at least I'm one, I heard a little love is better than none). canyon moon, you just have to trust me.

and it hit me, LITERALLY ANYTHING by lord huron?! there's an entire playlist of elvis-as-lord-huron songs that i could make, but if i can only choose one, i'm going to say the man who lives forever. (ends of the earth? time to run? love like ghosts? the night we met? louisa? wait by the river? love me like you used to?) also he'd make fool for love really fun.

miscellaneous choices i adore from my library that i know he'd transform amazingly: green eyes and a heart of gold by the lone bellow, in the light by the lumineers, let's be still by the head and the heart, morning comes by delta rae, ghost towns by radical face, the weight of love by snow patrol, all of me by john legend, river by josh groban, you and me by niall horan (time's never been on our side, so would you wait for me?). wait for it (death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway, we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes, and if there's a reason I'm still alive...). breathe by la'porsha renae (I swear I pray every day, but still nothing's changing, feels like my life might need rearranging. you say that you're here and right now is a test of faith. so open up my heart and have your way, I'm sinkin' in my thoughts, so pull me from the waves, my head's above the water, you're my sweet escape. I need you just so I can breathe).

songs that are absolutely bonkers to choose, but i know how they could be re-worked somehow, i can HEAR it i just can't psychically share it with you: miley's never be me, aly & aj's symptom of your touch, hallelujah by alicia keys, someone new by hozier, graveyard (acoustic) by halsey (they say I may be making a mistake, I would've followed all the way, no matter how far. I know when you go down all your darkest roads, I would've followed all the way to the graveyard), golden by fall out boy (and I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies, and all the lovers with no time for me...i like to cry idk), and simply because it tickles me as she is a huge fan, lana's get free. there are couple of lyrics in it that i question how he'd feel about, but this is modern elvis, i can open him up a little. here's why i couldn't help but choose this, in the end: there's no more chasing rainbows and hoping for an end to them, their arches are illusions, solid at first glance, but then you try to touch them, there's nothing to hold on to, the colors used to lure you in and put you in a trance. sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind, I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride, I never really noticed that I had to decide to play someone's game, or live my own life. and now I do, I wanna move, out of the black, into the blue.

i could honestly go on forever, but have one last song, and it's an oldie (probably a cliche, but i do not care!), and that is landslide by fleetwood mac. considering how i feel about e's cover of bridge over troubled water, i think if i could hear him sing landslide i might be fixed forever (or shattered, but still healed somehow). picture this with me: I took my love, I took it down, climbed a mountain and I turned around, and I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills 'til the landslide brought me down. oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? can the child within my heart rise above? can I sail through the changin' ocean tides? can I handle the seasons of my life? well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'cause I've built my life around you, but time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm gettin' older, too. it would be beyond beautiful.

honestly, for anyone reading, if you don't understand what i'm talking about in regards to the way he transformed and brought the incandescent soul out of songs, i just...please listen to this. my entire heart forever.

[meruli]

Sixfonia Music Review

I don't really care for vtubers as a genre, but recently, I've been following this one vsinger group for their non-music content because "haha funy". After a while, I decided to listen to some of their songs because I'm a self-proclaimed music enjoyer, and the result was.... not good.

(I was initially gonna keep this off tumblr, but I have so much to say about their songs that I decided to review all of them here.)

First things first, 90% of their songs are normal straight boy love songs, so I won't be talking about their lyrics. Also, I feel like most, if not all of the instrumentals in their songs are done by computer simulations and not actual instruments, which is disappointing.

J0KER×JOK3R: This is the song they use in the end-cards of all their videos, so I've been forced to listen to the chorus A LOT. I didn't really like it at first, but it started growing on me, and one of the guys (the green one) screamed before the final chorus, and screaming always makes a song better.

SHALL WE GONG!?!? -1st battle-: Boy do I have stuff to say about this one. First, the word "Gong". The first thing it brings to mind is "dong". I think it's supposed to be the Mandarin word 攻, but since that's also a bl term for tops, I can only think of dirty things looking at the title.

Onto the actual song. It starts with an AI woman saying "This is not an ordinary record." You'd think that'd be enough of a red flag, but tbh... this song is actually kinda enjoyable for me. It's mostly rapping (something they do a lot), but there's another shout before the final chorus, which, as I said, always makes a song better.

eND oF FaNTaSY.: As a tumblr user, I cannot look at the sprites in this video without going "Little German boy????" When I first started listening to this one, I was like "wtf this is so good??" I like how the instrumentals actually get quieter during the chorus, and the flow is pretty good UNTIL the final chorus, where everything falls apart. They decided to raise the key, add in some jingles, and piano keys being pressed one by one, which ruins the song's vibe and makes it sound like an ice cream truck's jingle.

SCRaP＆ReV0LuT1oN: This one's such a mess. They start, with no intro, by singing the chorus, which starts with "Let the opera resound," shaping it up to be a neo-classical song, but they started scat singing right after that?? Also, during the verses, I can't tell if they're singing off beat, or if the beat is off them. It's one of the most disjointed songs I've ever heard, but at least the chorus slaps.

絶対！キメツケ症候群: It's a goofy 47-second song. Not much to say besides that.

Can We Jazz?: No, we can't. This is the point where I realized they really like starting with vocals and no intro. The beat is really loud and I don't really like the melody, but it doesn't sound outright ugly like some of their other songs. Overall mid.

六陣革命: This one's lit. Not many funny things to say about this. The visuals are inspired by the taisho period, which is... not good (also another can of worms that I can make a whole different post about), but if you're willing to ignore that, it's a really solid song.

ただ想う、君がため。: It's a really good ballad. Beautiful melody. The harmonies (?) during the chorus are a bit too loud compared to the main melody, but that's easy to get used to after a few listens. Funny though, how this is, iirc, their only song with no rap break, even though ballads with slow rapping do exist, and they seem to put rapping in every song they can.

6-4-Sweets: This one's just mid. Not much else to say.

「好き」のかくれんぼ: I know the EXACT vibe they're trying to go for, but damn, does this just sound bad. I don't like comparing artists with each other, but this sounds like a cheap rip-off of AKB48's Iiwake Maybe and other similar songs, so why would I listen to this (which doesn't even have a good chorus), when better songs with the exact same subject and vibes exist?

(I can't post anymore videos, so I'll be continuing this in a reblog)

[lydiaas]

Not gif requests but just a few initial thoughts:

LAUREL'S NEXT BOOK BEING A MEMOIR ABOUT SUSSANAH (which I had a feeling) AND NAMING IT "IT'S NOT SUMMER WITHOUT YOU" (which I never could've seen coming!!!) 😭😭😭

a small missed opportunity to not have a clock/the time on Belly's phone read "1:58" as Taylor Swift's "Last Kiss" plays in the background - though I can see why not cause she was calling Jeremiah and the song is definitely more Conrad leaning imo

more in Taylor songs - "Invisible String" being used instead of "Snow on the Beach", though I do see how it made more sense in terms of the scenes being flashback and present day and Conrad's pull on Belly

I did not love Conrad singing at the funeral - it felt super random and there was no context for it at all

Everyone is acting their faces off, holy shit!! The way some of the scenes exactly like the book has me SHOOK. As someone who binges way too fast I was really happy that episodes were being released weekly but having 3 drop first then it being weekly - I am not doing too well, lol.

YAY I LOVE THOUGHTS!

The Laurel x Susannah relationships is one of my favourite parts of the show, I love that the show gives some time to the adult relationships. The book title was such a great touch.

I really wanted Snow on the Beach so I'm a little disappointed that didn't happen but Invisible String is such a perfect bellyconrad song that I can't be too mad! They really are fated. That whole sequence from the beach to them in front of the fire had me deceased.

Okay so it wasn't just me on that funeral song lol. Was that something mentioned in S1? I don't remember but it felt like a real strange choice. Susannah's funeral in general felt really cold considering what a lively person she was but I guess that's reality sometimes.

I know Chris and Lola got a lot of praise in reviews and they really really deserve it. They just bring so much spark to the characters and then together their chemistry is incredible. I think the script can be a bit wonky at times but for the most part they sell it. I truly think Conrad would be a bit insufferable with a lesser actor but I hang on every up and down with him because he brings the necessary emotional weight to every scene (and respectfully I think this is where Jeremiah falls down a bit as a character).

I'm so glad they're doing slow release because I don't think I could handle it all at once. It will be nice to savour it a little bit.