#it's so good. that whole bit. the whole song

[carnallysm]

Taking it out on you.

warnings: dom! Emily, sub!fem!reader, gun play, degradation, praise, light mommy kink, lmk if i forgot something!

It wasn't uncommon for Emily to have a bad day—or even bad weeks—due to her profession. Being the Unit Chief of the BAU came with more cons than pros, if she had to be honest.

Emily didn't enjoy it, but she liked it. She liked serving and doing it for her people, her family. That didn't mean it kept the stress away. It simply meant Emily dealt with it trying to appear as composed as she possibly could, and she was good at it. Emily was good at faking being just fine not to worry others.

Nonetheless, you could tell.

Be it the way her steps echoed through the entire apartment, even scaring the poor cat Sergio away to some corner of the house; be it the frown your girlfriend was showing on her features.

You could tell it was a bad, bad case.

"Bad day?" So you asked, stopping your movements alongside the rhythm of some bad song at the radio.

"It was definitely a day," Emily responded with a large sigh, leaving her coat on the couch before stepping towards you, her hands immediately grabbing your waist tightly as Emily sank her face into the crook of your neck. "Thank God you're here." She spoke after taking in a deep breath of your essence.

"I'm always here—" But before you could finish your sentence, you felt a cold metal hugging your wrists together in a rapid movement. "What are you doing?" You questioned, not with fear but mere confusion at having your hands handcuffed so suddenly.

"You want to help me feel better, right?" At that, you did nothing but nod slightly, feeling a warmth spreading across your whole body due to the position you were in—Emily hugging you from behind, with you completely at her mercy.

"Then don't question me, understood?" Another nod, and in a second Emily had you whimpering lowly as her hands went to undo your shorts, pulling them down alongside your panties in a single second.

"I bet you're wet already, aren't you?" One of her hands went to your throat, applying enough pressure to cut off some of your air but not enough to hurt, while her other hand went straight away to cup your wetting pussy. "See, I was right after all." Emily spoke with a mocking scoff, her fingers circling your clit for a few moments, causing your breathing to become further ragged, before pulling away at once.

"Emily—" Her name left your mouth in a whiny tone, barely audible due to her left hand still restraining your air and pushing more pressure in your throat.

"I said, don't question me." Her voice came out firm, determined, and you didn't dare say anything else after that, instead yet another low moan left from you at that.

You heard some ruffling, and before you could even try to turn around and find what the sound was, Emily had took her gun out of her holster and was holding it close to your now drenched cunt.

A hint of fear appeared inside you, followed by a sensation of pure thrill and need. Unable to say anything, you opted to grind your hips a bit, desperate for Emily's touch.

"You want me that bad, hm?" Keeping the firm although mocking voice, Emily instantly pressed the tip of her gun against your drenched pussy, pushing inside you inch by inch at a torturously slow pace.

The sensation of the cold metal against your warm, slicky folds had your head falling back to rest on Emily's shoulder, your eyes almost rolling back in pleasure and the strange, terrifying and exciting tingle all at once.

"You definitely must be a different kind of slut to enjoy this." Emily said with a huffing laughter, her free hand leaving your throat and allowing you more oxygen, but it all went out when she slapped your sensitive clit while still pushing her gun into you mercilessly.

"You're going to cum on my gun, like a good dirty whore, aren't you?" Each and every word pronounced by Emily made its way directly towards your entire body, a shiver running down your spine as you felt that familiar coil settling in your lower stomach.

"Yes, fuck, Emily, please—" Another slap to your clit made you unable to finish your words once again, all the while more breathy moans escaped your lips. "Mommy, please!"

You rectified her name, knowing what Emily wanted from you at the moment, and what you needed to do to get the pleasure you so intently searched, your hips bucking against the gun now covered in your juices.

"I'll be good, mommy," You promised, and you right away felt the speed of Emily's gun pounding more fiercely into your clenching cunt. "Please."

"That's right, you're my good little slut," With that, her free hand pinched your puffy clit with enough force to tear a guttural moan from you, as you cummed in that moment thanks to Emily's skilled touch and gun-play.

As you came down slowly from your climax, your legs almost gave up and Emily had to hold you more tightly towards her, her arms wrapping around your waist after she pulled her gun back into her holster.

"You've been a good girl," Emily murmured against your ear, her breath hitting your skin and making you tremble further still. "You've been so good for me."

"I'm always here for you." You managed to reply in a breathless voice, finishing the sentence she didn't let you before.

[delight-angelsbliss]

Hi there! May I request for your Valentine's one, S1 numbers 23 and 30 with Shadow and reader? Thanks and have a great day/night! ☺️

Prompts: "I wish everyday could be like this" + writing a love letter only to throw it away but they find it

Warnings: none that I know of (^-^)

Notes: depressed gamer you're a genius this is such a cute pair!! I was a bit out of ideas while making this cuz of bad cramps but it'll be fine lol my first laptop should arrive today which makes me really happy<3 guys I love Tommy February6 songs too much I'll never let them go.. Guys I totally didn't think of ratatouille when saying your eyes widened with each word because of that one short chef trust Might make a pt2 to this cuz this is such a cool idea but I kinda rushed this cuz of some things I needed to get ready for</3

Shadow was known as a loner who never engages with people unless he knows them well enough and can trust them with everything. He is an emotionally unavailable person with little to no knowledge on how to successfully comfort someone which makes it hard for his peers to engage with him or make small talk since he always gives dry and short responses that are hard to respond to

Since he's so distant to people it felt near impossible to be friends with him, only a few people successfully cracking through his facade and becoming close friends with him

But you wanted something more than friendship, something more, intimate something more romantic, and something more close now of course that was a hard task to achieve

You were certain that if he did reject your advances he couldn't act nice (hundred percent he'd look at you disgusted and degrade you before leaving) which is why it would be hard to face him directly face to face

What you didn't know was that the hedgehog was in fact quote infatuated with you! Stealing quick glances while you're around, getting quiet when you walk in the door, keeping his hands seen whole you're talking to him

It was quite obvious for most, especially Amy and Sonic, instead of teasing him like he expected (even if sonic did tease him a bit) they were telling him to make a letter and how cute that could be

They referred him to some shops that could have cute things and stickers for the letter, even giving him some pointers how to express his feelings in writing (me next please I need a tip or two) after a while of working on the letter, he decided to stop, thinking it would be stupid

Someone as great as you could never like somebody as brooding as him! Why'd he ever try? He decided to go outside and throw it in that dumpster instead if the one inside so no one finds a trade of the letter

What he didn't realize was that he threw it in the wrong trash. The trash was full and if anything else was in there he'd be certain it would fall out. Doubling down he throws it anyway and leaves, going to go sulk in a corner probably

In this hot day he decided it would he best to sulk inside.. As for you, you decide to go take a walk outside since the weather was so nice, while walking around you spot the letter

Like a good pedestrian you pick up the letter and try to throw it in the trash before realizing it was addressed to you! What could possibly be in it? Curiousity gets the best of you, you decide to open the letter and read it... Your eyes widen slowly with each word as you realize it's a love letter from shadow

"I wish everyday could be like this" you say to yourself in surprise. He really did like you?! This felt like a dream come true as more emotions started spiraling in your mind

Now how do you go about telling him you found the note?

[bisnes-socks]

I think between all the "San Francisco Boy", "I lost my phone" and "Staaphh!" we skipped over an important bit that he used "I'm glorious" 🧐 Maybe it's just me, but "glorious" would not be a first word that pops up to say in such sentence and there are more popular choices like amazing, gorgeous, wonderful, stunning, etc... "glorious" feels a lot more linked, well, with glory and victory, and I absolutely love it ❤️ idk, what do you think, is it a fluke?

ooooooh very good question anon! this got long again so i'm putting it under a read more

i don't think it's a fluke because in all honesty i don't think it's a word anyone involved in the making of the song would think of off the top of their head lmao - it doesn't seem to me like hooja or mårdis are very fluent in english either.

it's in the same bit as "you can't stop me, i'm unstoppable" and i think that's the point of it - he is unstoppable and he is glorious, so like... a force to be reckoned with and something larger than life, almost.

which really plays into the intense sense of freedom in the song. he could say "i feel glorious" and we'd understand that it's just descriptive language, but instead he says "i AM glorious" because it's like there is no need to water anything down. and in fact that energy is there through the whole song, isn't it. he is stating who he is, not how he feels. he's making a statement.

in my song analysis i talked about the urban dictionary meaning of san francisco boy, and it was pointed out to me that the urban dictionary definition wasn't there until the promo of the song had dropped, which i had not noticed, but as a result i've kind of pivoted with my interpretation of the word now.

i haven't found other explanations to the term, so it's up to everyone's own interpretation, but i think when you consider the historical and cultural meaning of san francisco for the lgbtq+ community, and you consider the pop culture references to san francisco, and the reputation it has, i think san francisco boy is just someone really free and ambiguously queer in pretty much every sense of the word. and most importantly, empowered by their own self-expression.

and so i don't think it is a fluke at all for him to say he is glorious or unstoppable. i think a san francisco boy is glorious and unstoppable because how could someone so free and so at peace with who they are be anything else? i mean isn't that, at the end of the day, the actual true glorious victory, to find your place in the world and live your life to the fullest? and isn't it then just a really delicious contrast, when in the next bit this glorious and unstoppable party animal has lost all his friends and is all alone, asking for help and getting a bit overwhelmed - until he finds his groove again and it's uno, dos, tres, baila. because it's like a demonstration, isn't it. ending up all alone didn't stop him, because he found his groove again.

and throughout all this he is that ditzy gayboy character i talked about in my initial analysis, and it's giving like... early 2000's bimbo performance, like paris hilton or something, where like you get ahead by playing into the stereotypes people have about you and gaining the upper hand without your critics realising it. and isn't that glorious?!

so i think our san francisco boy is playing. i think he is playing because he is playful, i think he is playing because he is silly, and i think he is, in a way, playing people because he can. because he is glorious like that

[kanyerealdaughter]

#THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY

sexual content , cussing , pet names , drunk/drinking heavily , cum swallowing , praising , face fucking , oral (m and fem, receiving) , doms (satoru gojo n suguru geto) bottom (fem,reader)

song by the weeknd ! : the party & the after party.

—————————————————————————satoru is your best friend but suguru is also your best friend, lately they have been beefing over some dumb shit now, but they always come back but for now, they want you to pick a side. you grew up with them, so, of course, you can't pick.

you have feelings for both of them, you just can't express it towards them.

you tell satoru and he surprises you with suguru, turns out they were cool again you guess..? they invited you to a party.

you called an uber to make it to the frat party  arriving to your destination, you were greeted by the boys who just wanted to fuck, pretty much. you see that satoru and suguru aren't with nanami or there are other friends.

you pull away from the hugged with nanami and look for them. you thought it's kind of weird since they are usually the most welcoming towards you. you stood there and then feel a pair of hands around your waist, it was suguru. he bit down in his lip looking me up and down, but you nudged his head since we were in a massive crowd, and it wasn't the right place to start anything. satoru walks upfront and grabs your hand.

" lets get you a drink, loosen up." he suggested you just nodded knowing no words from your mouth would stop him anyway. suguru seemed annoyed that you just got pulled away, so he followed behind both you and suguru.

satoru hands me a red cup with alcohol in it. you take a small sip of the substance and then put the cup down. after a while, all three of you all stuck together. the three of talk decided to move apart from each other bad, and you took that advantage to get drunk.

after your seventh shot, you saw suguru and satoru walking towards you. you chugged the eighth shot you had in your hand in a hurry. suguru once more grabs your hand, but satoru grabs your wrist and pushes you back from his strong grip.

" what the fuck.??" suguru exclaimed.

" i got her, excuse yourself.” satoru responded rudely, grabbing your wrist tighter.

" nah, it's all good, i got her." suguru responded back quickly at this point you were super drunk trying to stay sober. hell, you could barely stand without leaning your whole weight on satoru.

" satoru… suguru, just calm down.." you said since you felt them getting tense up at each other as suguru grips your smaller hand tighter.

" satoru , let her go, you got a girlfriend." suguru scoffs and pulling you away finally from satoru's tight grip.

" you're just mad because she doesn't want to fuck you."

" id be fucking her a lot better than you do" suguru laughs between gritted teeth as satoru just rolled his eyes before speaking up.

“ you sure about that.?” satoru challenges.

" absolutely." you were confused about what they were talking about, suddenly suguru was getting pulled into a room by suguru.

 “ you ready..?” you hesitated at first, but then nodded with a 'yes'.

suguru sits at the edge of the bed, and you stand in front of him. he pulls your short black tight dress up a bit then slid your lace panties down. he looks up at you with hooded eyes, he runs his finger through my slit between your wet glistening folds, he hums.

 " mmm so wet.." satoru says while you laid back on the bed and removed satoru his shirt revealing his six-pack with a slight curly white happy trail that led into his pants, you looked over at him blushing but then turning your head as you drew your attention back to suguru , he looks down at his lap, and you take it as a sign to sit down.

he grabs your hips and rocks your waist back and forward, so your clit rubs against his hardened crotch. you softly moan, suguru warm mouth lands on the side of your neck, biting down on your smooth skin. he lays back and grabs your waist, you sit directly on his face and he runs magic with his tongue, making you squirm.

 " s-suguruuu, fuck." you bite your plump lips, trying not to be very loud, even though it seems like it was echoing.

" feels good hmm.?" suguru slightly teasing you as he mumbles against your clit, sending vibrations through your body. he taps on your shaky thigh, and you continue to moan loudly, gripping his long dark black hair, running your fingers through it and tugging on it.

satoru kneels in front of you, you pull his pants down and then rub him through his boxers. he groans.

" mmm don't tease me.." you whined slightly before you pulled his boxers down then instantly got to work on his hardened cock throbbing in your hands. you run your small warm, dainty hands over his balls and pump your mouth in and out on his dick. 

satoru grabs your hair into a ponytail and pushes you on it causing you to gag on his veiny cock. he doesn't even notice your gagging, too far gone in his pleasure.. suguru pushes himself up and sets you to the side, you get on your hands and knees on the comfy mattress, satoru rubs his dark pink mushroom tip against your entrance. after teasing you for a bit, he slides inside your throbbing core.

" you feel so fuckinnn good, pretty girl.." satoru groans, throwing his head back in pleasure, feeling your cunt get stretched out by his large cock. suguru stands in front of you, you grab his dick and start to run your small dainty hands rapidly over it, jacking him off.

" just like that babyy.. n-nngh.!" you moan all you heard was satoru thighs slapping against your fat ass. he hits every right spot, every thrust hitting deeper. moan at his words. suguru starts thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth, you choke and start feeling tears running from the trim of your eyes. 

he groans loudly as the vibrations from your humming travel straight down his cock, his hips jerking sharply since you were in no control you dealt with it. satoru grabs your waist and only thrusts harder inside of you, barely touching your cervix. his thumbs pushing down on your hips, most likely leaving dark bruises on your hips. he starts to moan loudly, fire igniting inside his stomach. 

suguru grabs your messy hair and only pushes you to a rhythm, he lets go as he starts to feel himself about to cum. satoru goes faster, releasing his hot sperm spurts inside of you, feeling you up to the brim. you get satoru pull out his cock that previously hard was soft. now he gets up to get a towel, but you continue to suck suguru.

" yess fuck.! just like that, my pretty girl i'm so close." he grunts as he unleashes a massive load of cum down your throat. he groans loudly, his entire body shaking as he fills your mouth with his release. you were panting trying to catch your breath and calm down.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - .. uh this is from my wattpad days super cringey.. not proofread.

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[manhattanstrawberry]

AND YOU NEVER KNEW, HOW MUCH I REALLY LIKED YOU...

Synopsis : Finally coming to see the famed Onigiri Miya after years of waiting, Osamu welcomes you with a meal from his very hands. But it seems as though you’ve both had moments that never got communicated over the phone and some news are a bit more shocking than others.

Tags: Onigiri Miya Osamu, old friendships, reunion, slight angst, mutual pining

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.4k

Author's note: when I said osamu brainrot I didn’t mean for it to be angst but I’ve been thinking about a bittersweet ending or an angst fic for osamu a lot so I did that first but trust! I will do a happy fic with a good ending for osamu soon!! I hope you enjoy! ღ

Song reference

Art credit: @Freaka_LoonyZ

It’s been a while, and the frosty tips of snow settle into your hair as you briskly cross the street, trying your best not to slip on shallow snow piles lining the asphalt road. You hadn’t really gotten a chance to go to the restaurant in person much since immediately moving to Tokyo for university after graduating high school. He’s sent you photos and videos of the whole process from the moment he toured it as an option to buy and the moment he opened up to the public. You’d been supporting him through it all and today after so long you’d finally get a chance to surprise him and well give your own greeting to the restaurant. 

You’re excited to see him as you walk into the restaurant, the ring of the little door bell and the warmer air inside immediately had your shoulders dropping from their tense posture before.

The lighting is comforting and a little dim from the warm lighting from the ceiling. There’s a few plants around and small dining tables. You can smell the lingering aroma from the kitchen traveling into the dining area and the faint smell of coffee beans. Taking a quick glance back at the little door bell next to the entrance had you grinning from ear to ear. It’s the same one you had looked at back in your third year at a little arts store on a field trip to Osaka. You suggested putting this cute little door bell by the door despite the fact that it wouldn't match the aesthetics of his restaurant at all. All in fun nature. But somehow the cute little bunny found its way to his restaurant, letting him know there was someone out there ready to try his food. 

Walking in you see a few workers by the counter, some on the grill while their customer watches, another garnishing a roll and another disappearing into the door towards the back— the kitchen you assume. But you don’t see Osamu, and you’re afraid you might’ve missed him this evening. You look a little through the door to see your assumptions proved correct as you see a peak of the sleek kitchen through the door, but still no Osamu. Your shoulders slump a bit as you take one of the high seats by the long counter, placing your purse in your lap. 

The most you’ve seen of Osamu as of recently, is really his twin on the television for matches or when you attend his games in Tokyo on a whim to visit an old friend. And you’re hoping this time you get to see the one with his real hair color instead of a clearly fake blonde. 

“Hi, what can I getcha?” 

The sound of a young male voice interrupts your thoughts as you come back down to reality. 

“Hi, is the owner here?” A little nervous to finally see him in his own restaurant and to be told that he left to do something at the very moment you came to visit. 

“Ya, he’s in the back finishing up something, do ya need him?” 

“Oh yes please– unless he’s busy I can wait.” You nod. 

The worker nods back at you before disappearing into the kitchen. You twiddle your thumbs and pull at the packaged chopsticks, tearing the paper and rolling it into little balls before you hear footsteps coming out of the kitchen door and your face lights up. You can see his eyes widen as his mouth slightly opens in shock. He’s shaking his head in disbelief teasingly and you nod right back at him. You're here. 

“Can’t tell if being on my feet the whole day ‘s starting to make me hallucinate or if yer really there. 

“I’m finally here!” 

“It’s been like what, 3000 years?” He’s standing in front of you across the counter, his hands on the counter as he leans closer to you. 

“Oh, stop. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to come here— I never ever got the time!” Your hands move along as you talk, punctuating every word you say. 

You still do that

He knows you’ve had a lot on your plate with graduating university and travelling. He doesn’t hold it against you, but he can feel his heart pumping blood 2x times more than the usual rate and the tips of his ears getting warm at the sight of your smile, in his restaurant. 

“I bet ya never went grocery shopping this week so yer stuck with eating out, yeah?” 

“You’re terrible.” 

He gives you a teasing smile that soon settles into a gentle one, soft and familiar. 

“I see the little bunny rabbit by the door.” You give a mischievous grin, as he gives a faux sigh of annoyance. 

“Ya, had some city girl pestering me about it a few years back.” He starts to shuffle some plates to his side as he teases you, his eyes glancing at you for one second as he works quickly. He doesn’t want to look away from you for too long. You’re too beautiful and he can’t have you disappearing again. 

“How did you even get it, I was with you the whole time.” You tilt your head, truly confused at how he managed to get the little door bell. 

“Ran back– no sprinted right before we left the city.” His face showed nothing but cockyness. “So fast, ya barely missed me.” 

You give him a laugh and he feels like he’s running through a field of tulips to meet you in the middle.

You go silent for a while and your smile goes soft. And he just looks at you, waiting for whatever you want to say to him. 

“Seriously Osamu.” You look around you slowly before focusing back on his face. “It looks— the restaurant looks amazing. Just beautiful.” 

His lips stay shut as you pause. 

“I’m really so proud of you.” 

He feels a little bashful. He can feel the blood rise to his cheeks and he can almost feel himself tear up a little. 

“Thank you.” He’s grateful with every fiber and bone of his body. “I couldn’t do it without ya— seriously.” 

“Please, I barely did anything and it’s been years.” 

“Ya supported me a lot though for the years ya were here for and the ones ya weren’t.” He pulls his Onigiri Miya cap off his head, before extending his arms to secure it on yours. “Take the thank you.” 

“Okay, you’re welcome.” You nod back to him, giving him a gentle smile. He’s come so far, from everyone thinking he was doing the wrong thing leaving volleyball to follow his real dreams and aspirations to owning his own restaurant. You couldn’t be more proud of him. 

“So want anything? On the house.” 

“Hm.” You slide the menu in front of you, humming as you look at the options. “Surprise me! And I’m paying, I have to.” 

He gives you a hearty chuckle, as if you’re an unbelievable talking dog. “Yer not paying for anything.” 

He places the steaming dish in front of you, your eyes lighting up at the meal. 

“Wow, it looks great!.” 

“Wait till ya have a bite.” He smirks a little as you reach for the onigiri on the plate. 

“Wow, ishs fanthatshic.” You muffle, with your mouth closed, as you chew down into the onigiri. “Cod?’ 

“Grilled salmon.” He nods. “And I get the best rice from Kita.” 

“Wow, that's great!” You swallow your bite before you’re going for another one. 

“Ya gotta a lot of wow’s tonight.” 

“It’s so good, Samu. You do takeout right?” 

Another laughs leaves his lips, he picks up a dish rag and wipes a clean spot over and over to avoid staring at you as you enjoy the food cooked by him. 

“Souta would love this.” 

His arm pauses for a moment, the clean spot— even more clean is neglected. He doesn’t remember any cousin of yours named Souta. Maybe he’s just a friend from university. 

You’re still chewing, and he can see the clear enjoyment from your face.

“Are you dating anybody?” You say in between bites as you go for another. “I wouldn’t believe it if you're still single and you cook like this. God, Samu. I think I have to move from Tokyo.” 

He laughs once again, and rubs the bottom of his nose with the sleeve of his arm. 

“No, I’ve got no time f’that.” He leans against the counter. 

You’ve got one last onigiri on your plate and you’re trying to restrict yourself from gulping it down. But you can’t help yourself and take a bite out of it. 

“God, no wonder I had the biggest crush on you in highschool.” And you’re gulping down another bite without a care in the world. 

“No, ya didn’t.” He laughs as he takes the plate from in front of you and places it on the counter beside him. 

“I did, you knew!” 

The both of you are silent, and the long pause has you looking away from the onigiri and at Osamu. His smile is gone and he’s got this unreadable expression on his face. Your face falls at the sight of his expression. 

“Osamu.” 

He chuckles a bit, before reaching for the rest of the things set up on the counter by your seat.

“I didn’t know.” 

You’re still silent, you don’t know what to say after he made that face and you’re still trying to figure it out. 

“That’s funny.” 

And he sounds a bit too serious for someone finding humor in something. 

“Are you laughing at my sad highschool crush on you.” You laugh softly, trying to ease the unsettling feeling in your stomach. 

“No.” He laughs again, it's strained. “I was completely in love with ya in highschool.” 

And he’s sure he still is. 

You put down the onigiri, afraid that if you take another bite you might end up choking. He stops organizing the plates or utensils or whatever's in front of him and he just stops, like it hurts to move. The silence is deafening, and crawls along the hairs of your skin. And for a moment you almost feel yourself tearing up but you don’t allow it. 

His heart has completely dropped into his stomach as he clears his throat. 

You blink and drink some of the water in front of you to push down that gnawing feeling in your throat. 

“Wow.” 

“Well, it’s in the past right.” Another pained laugh leaves him, as he goes to wipe the area where your plate sat before. 

He kind of wishes you’d stop him there, tell him you’ve still got those feelings of yours and that something can still come out of it. But instead his heart shatters into a million pieces from your words. 

“Well, duh. I’m engaged.” You hold your hand out a little for him to take a look. He knew he was still in way too deep when he could only look at you the whole time and not even realize the diamond on your finger. 

“Wow, that’s great.” He’s happy for you, he is. But he hides his dejected spirit well with a fake smile, choosing to say something positive. 

“The wedding’s in May, I was supposed to send out invitations next month, but I guess you get an early invite.” You give him a beautiful smile that pierces his heart even further. 

“Wow.” 

“You’ve got a lot of ‘wows’ tonight.” You tease him. 

“No, I mean that’s good, congratulations.” 

You can hear the hesitancy in his voice, it’s barely there and you wonder if it’s really there in his voice. But you can hear it. 

“Yeah…” 

He can see your face fall a little and he feels a bit guilty that maybe you caught on to his slight mood. 

“Tell me about it.” 

“Really!” Your face lights up immediately, clapping your hands and he gives you a genuine smile as he nods. And so you tell him about all the arrangements, the flowers you want to have as you walk down the aisle, the flowers you’ll have to decorate the venue, the venue where you want it, the dress and on and on you went. You talk with him about things too that you haven’t gotten to tell him over the phone, such as your new job and how you had to move apartments a while back because almost half the building was about to fall apart. 

And he listens. Sharing bits and pieces of his own life that he hasn’t gotten the chance to tell you about. The two of you falling back into that friendship all those years ago, even when you too were pining over the other. 

“It’s getting late, you should head out now.” 

You turn to see the last of the employees leaving the shop. You hadn’t even realised that everyone had left and it was already past 10 p.m. 

“Oh, you’re right.” You get up from your seat and collect your scarf and purse. “I should get going.” 

You stand behind the chair you were previously sitting at as he looks at you, a gentle smile on his face. You look back at him and for a minute you mourn the friendship that you once shared in your youth and the love you could’ve shared. And you don’t notice that he’s trying his best to fight back tears, maybe the gloss on his eyes is from the long day of work. A soft smile graces your features, almost as if you’d already accepted reality. You have. 

“Bye, Samu.” 

He gives you a nod, the smile never leaving his face as the little bunny by the door rings and you disappear into the night once again. 

He wonders if he should call Atsumu, to help lighten up the situation as he slumps down to the floor, holding his head in his hand. 

And maybe for once he should’ve taken Atsumu’s advice, all those years ago. But he didn’t. He never gave you that letter that’s been sitting in his nightstand since he was 17, and the flowers he got you had wilted and died a week after he had bought them. He graduated and ended his 3rd year without telling you anything about how he felt. He thought that maybe he’d have the chance later, when he was more prepared, more to offer you. 

And as he watches you walk down the aisle months later, with cheers of happiness in the back, his brother beside him with slow claps. He could only feel himself regret every single choice in his life that led him to sitting in the audience instead of the one in the black suit walking by your side.

A/n: I lowkey suck at writing the miyas’ accent, im sorry 💔

Divider creds: @i-mmaculatus @hyuneskkami

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[saurongorthaur9]

Thanks for tagging me @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 <3

My primary blorbo: Sauron from Lord of the Rings/Silmarillion/Rings of Power. I have loved Sauron since I first read the Silmarillion 22 years ago. I've always had a soft spot for villains and anti-heroes, and Sauron in my opinion is the best villain there is: manipulative, brilliant (but also a bit dumb - gotta love it), equal parts impressive, intimidating, and pathetic, complex motives and worldview, cruel, cunning, tragic, overdramatic, the whole shebang. I read about him song-dueling, defying lightning from God Himself, roleplaying an emissary of the Valar, and laughing his head off as he watches his intricately-laid plans coming to fruition and I was a goner. Rings of Power and Charlie Vickers have done nothing to dampen the fire.

My second blorbo: Lt Commander Data Soong from Star Trek: TNG. Oh Data, my cinnamon roll android, my beloved. Ironically, I love Data for many of the *opposite* reasons that I love Sauron. I love how utterly *good* Data is. He exudes all the positives of humanity: creativity, curiosity, honor, loyalty, bravery, friendship. Data was also key for me in realizing my own autism and embracing it as part of who I am.

My third blorbo: Dustfinger from the Inkheart trilogy. Dustfinger hit me like a lightning bolt the moment I first read about him when I was 17. He was exactly the sort of character I am weak for: a conflicted, tortured anti-hero who also has goodness buried deep deep inside. I also related to him strongly at that time in my life especially, as someone who felt like a constant outsider stuck in the wrong world.

My fourth blorbos (because they come in a set) Princess Marianne and the Bog King from Strange Magic. Oh my god, these two! My most beloved OTP. My punk rock fairy warrior princess and my awkward, grumpy, Scottish goblin king. These two are so dear to me, both of them outsiders who feel alone, who have both been severely hurt and struggle to trust, who find each other and are able to match each other's freak. I've always been a sucker for Beauty and the Beast and enemies to lovers, and these two hit me right in the feels.

My fifth blorbo: Loki from Norse Mythology/Runemarks/Marvel. I've never met an iteration of Loki that I didn't like, but my personal favorite is Loki from the Runemarks book series by Joanne Harris. I love him for many of the same reasons I love Dustfinger: conflicted anti-hero who maybe has a little bit of good buried deep, deep down if you are willing to dig for it. I've always been a sucker for trickster archetypes, and Loki is the ultimate folklore trickster for me.

no pressure tags: @annabthesolitarywriter @frotu @cilil @helenvader @squirrely-wraith @lanthanum12 @deus-sema @theriverwild

Show your blorbos

Thank you for the tags, my loves @milla-frenchy @tateypots @sunshineispunk @sawymredfox @schnarfer @joelmillerisapunk @bonezone44 @itwasntimethatdidit40 💞💞💞

I feel like I’m doing everything ages later these days, when everyone’s already done with a game. But better late than never, right?😅

I’ll start with my favourite Pedro boys😍

Don’t glare, Joel! You’re always my number one😁

Joel Miller. He’s not my first Pedro love (it was Din) but the biggest one for sure❤️ (52 fics prove my obsession😅) I think we all feel the same about him so I don’t need to explain why I love the man. I don’t wanna start crying🥺 He deserves everything best. The love of my life❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Din Djarin. He’s such a cunt lol but also soft, kind, brave, caring!! he’s the best dad🥹😍 His armor is super hot, his voice makes me weak but I lost my mind when he took his helmet off. He was so miserable and bloody, just my type🥺🥵 and Din brought me to fanfic so he’ll forever be in my heart🥹❤️‍🔥

Javi P. Do I even need to explain myself?🫠🫠🫠

Frankie Morales. When I need comfort, I write Frankie. My perfect teddy bear😍❤️

Tommy Miller. Gabriel Luna played him so well! he’s gorgeous and his kind eyes and sweet smile won my heart🥹❤️‍🔥

Dean, Sam, Cas. I put these three together because I love them equally (ok, I love Dean a liiiiittle bit more)❤️‍🔥

Jeff and Britta (Community) She’s a beautiful mess, he’s a lovable asshole, I wanna be their third❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Love Quinn (You) I love her so fn much! She’s passionate, she loves hard and just wants to be happy🥹 She’s never done anything wrong😤

Chandler Bing. What an amazing character! Desperately looking for love and then being the absolute best tv husband😍 and his sense of humor is everything!! My favorite Friend for sure❤️❤️❤️

Kylo Ren. My baby😍 He’s just a hurt boy inside who wanted to be loved🥺 I’m pretty sure I was conditioned to love him harder by all amazing fics I read about him bc the movies left me disappointed tbh. Thank gods for fanfic and our talented writers❤️

Ahh I had so much fun thinking about my loves😍

Npt💞 @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @604to647 @huskyfox5 @ellasinnombre @magpiepills @corazondebeskar @princessanglophile @evolnoomym and you🫵

[noxtivagus]

FFXIV 😭😭😭😭😭

[esmiara]

Ah, to be a yakuz- I mean. Ah, to be a tiny drunk japanese mafioso

[humanmorph]

THE SHIT THAT YOU HATE / DON'T MAKE YOU SPECIAL

oh gucci

[applestorms]

ok, well. if last time i talked about parallels between near & light, i guess it’s only fair that this time i talk about parallels between mello & misa. yap central on this blog lately.

the main thing that stands out the most about mello & misa, and the reason why i will forever Defend them and their place in the story, is that in my mind they both function in a similar way on a narrative level: namely, both of them are incredibly active wild-card characters that keep the action going and the story moving forward when the other main characters like light, L, & near start getting too passive.

notably, while i often see this trait praised in mello, usually in the context of a comparative criticism of near for his overly-abundant passivity, i have also seen it used as a criticism of misa's character, that she breaks up the status quo of DN too significantly and thereby makes the story feel less realistic. this last point in particular is an odd argument to make imo, as if anything misa's presence only increases the realism of DN by adding some extra luck/random chance into the story in a way that is ultimately still character-motivated and thus easier for the audience to go along with-- something DN in general is very good at, often introducing elements through pure chance but keeping them grounded in characters enough that you almost don't even notice.

take light meeting naomi misora, for example: the only reason he runs across her at all is because he offers to run an errand for his mom on a bored laundry day, literally stumbling across her right at the exact moment she is divulging important insights she is literally the only person capable of making about kira. yet this moment does not stand out as particularly aggravating or out of place in the story, as ultimately the only reason why light is able to get out of that situation is his own quick thinking and ability to calm himself while under immense pressure, squeezing his way out of a potentially run-ending situation he didn't even know existed moments prior.

(not a fan of that big joel video, if you couldn't tell. lmao.)

point is, mello & misa both fulfill about the same narrative function in the story by being so aggressive in their actions, catching the others off guard even if their plans aren't as well thought out or careful as they could otherwise be. they're both incredibly passionate, dedicated characters as well, tough enough to take the hit when it inevitably comes, and in my opinion neither of them are nearly as stupid as the other MCs like to make them out to be. to some degree, i think both of them are aware of the fact that they can't win at the Mind Game Cold War Bullshit the others are inclined to get involved in, so they instead choose to carve out their own place in the story through sheer perseverance alone.

which, speaking of passion: one of the most interesting parallels i think you can make between mello & misa is the ways in which they idolize their respective heroes, misa's obviously being light while mello's is L. allow me to elaborate.

as this post points out, DN has some very interesting use of its religious imagery & theming, and in particular its use of christian/catholic gothic imagery in its story and especially its art. however, as op notes, a lot of this is quite superficial, ascribing to an aesthetic of "kitschy Catholicism," that was characteristic of a lot of early 2000s japanese goth style. yet, while i admit that a more serious consideration of religious elements in the art & story could add some interesting flavor to the story, i also think that, regardless of intention, the superficiality of DN's religious elements works really well in the context of this particular story. as i stated in my tags on that post: light is a superficial god. he is a fake, a scam, some idiot human that stumbled across the powers of a real shinigami and got his head up his ass about it. and a lot of the arcs of other characters in DN is about their reaction to light's claims-- whether they choose to follow him (e.g. misa, mikami), follow somebody else (e.g. mello), or follow nobody at all (e.g. near, also kinda soichiro?), and the implications that has for their lives and personalities.

this is all to say that while you can, on a surface level, connect misa & mello pretty easily as the two aggressive, fashionable blondes of the series, i also think that these somewhat superficial traits betray a greater connection between the two of them. if we understand the christian/catholic elements of misa & mello's fashion as a demonstration of their connection to not just a higher power but a lie, a superficial deity simply reflecting the sunlight of powers greater than himself, then i think we have great insight into another key element of both their characters.

do not forget: in the world of DN, heaven & hell do not exist. at least in the context of death itself, the realm & lore of the shinigami reign supreme, a point which the DN musical makes even more overt: "Isn't it a laugh? / Isn't it a shame? / Thinking there is someone in heaven to blame?" and "Going through the motions / as if there will be a reward / Oh, while we stay eternally bored!" (BEST SONGGG.) everyone is destined for the same fate of MU, the same void of nothingness awaits all. no reward, no punishment, no greater deity looking down upon us than the bored, slothful shinigami, lazing about in their realm and picking people off only when necessary (for the most part).

misa & mello are thus dedicating themselves to false idols, and we can see the negative effects this has on them in almost every facet of their character-- particularly for mello, who is perhaps more self-aware and has more of a mixed emotional outlook on his idol, but maybe even to a more extreme degree for misa. i keep going back to this idea of equating boredom with depression in DN, but where light/L/near are all "bored" in a very quiet, passive, stewing-in-bed late at night kinda way, misa & mello are characteristically a lot more aggressive and intense about it-- while neither of them are super overtly suicidal, necessarily, their actions still betray a distinct lack of care for their own safety or lives, expressing the same thematic sentiment as the others. even if they still don't straight up say it, through their actions they're a lot louder about not liking themselves, and seem to take the problems they see in the world more personally, shouldering the blame as a failure within themselves instead of projecting it outward like the others: e.g. light taking his unhappiness at the emptiness of his life at the start of the story & placing the blame on the world for "going to shit" & humanity's moral failings, versus misa being willing to literally & figuratively give up her life for KIRA the second he demands it, whether that be in the form of shinigami eyes or killing her own friends w/o second thought-- all because he was the only thing to bring justice to her own parents' deaths, an almost undoubtedly traumatizing/horrible experience for her considering how much value she places on KIRA/light afterwards.

to clarify, this is not to say that all of these characters are actually and literally depressed and/or suicidal, though you could certainly make that argument for some/all of them-- this is just one way that i think you could interpret their roles in the plot, and their thematic attachment to the story. even if DN isn't all that interested in considering the True Moral Answer to ethics/the justice system/human society/etc, it definitely takes at least some interest in the emotional viewpoints of characters in relation to those concepts, so i think this is a fair enough approach to take. or to say this another way, it's less about justifying the claim that "the world is shit," and more about trying to understand the emotional motivation & experience of feeling like the world is shit, if that makes sense.

that being said...speaking more on the whole "not liking themselves," thing: even if she doesn't say it aloud often, if ever, i think that misa is deeply aware of the fact that she was not supposed to live this long, that her existence at all is a pure stroke of luck that let her live on past her destined date. she dedicates herself to light so fully, not even necessarily expecting reciprocation (though she at least reserves herself the possibility of such), because being a disciple to her god at least gives her life some kind of purpose. similarly, i think mello is also aware of just how out of reach the one thing he wants is, how his desperation in and of itself is ironically the one thing keeping him from surpassing near and truly being #1. it's important to note that pre-time skip misa & post-skip mello are almost exactly the same age, around 20 years old at the time of their main arcs. they're immature, and in the case of mello especially, are lashing out at the world in whatever way they can because they know they don't quite fit into it in the way that they want to or should. regardless of the intent behind it, mello & misa both still make the conscious decision to kill with the DN-- perhaps in a way that still keeps their humanity, at least following near's logic, but it's a decision to end a human life either way.

anyways, going back to my previous point, this "worshiping of false idols," idea has some interesting implications-- for misa & mello yes, but also for L and the ways in which he contrasts again light, as under this logic mello's treatment kind of inherently gives L a similar status as a sort of false god/idol. which-- actually makes a lot of sense? or at the very least, viewing wammy's house as a kind of mystery cult a la the eleusinian mysteries is a neat approach to take. L & light's mutual alienation from humanity fits them both filling a false god status, anyway. also there's another thread of analysis you could follow here where near is instead fit into the role of the person mello is fixated on which AAAAAAAAA has interesting implications but jesus fucking christ, this post is long. some thoughts for another time, i suppose.

[seance]

GOOD OMENS (2019-) / ALL THINGS END (Hozier, 2023)

[foegoal]

i really want to stay at rogers place || a love letter to the 2023/2024 season.

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

Cleo and Deuce in Boo York Boo York are Wolfstar variants (am i allowed to say regulus would be devious enough to be nefera?)

[m1ssunderstanding]

nothing intelligent or helpful to say about it really but we had SUCH a good time at One Hand Clapping. Everyone should go if they've got the chance.

[kindahoping4forever]

Clips of Ashton performing Rebel At Heart live @ The Belasco - 18 July 2024

[untimelyambition]

so obsessed with the end of cinderella’s castle when they finally let bryce charles riff her fucking lungs out hatchet town style