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fruitoftheweek · 3 years

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Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 1: Who is She?

Chapter 2 Here/ Chapter 3 Here

I guess this is a Switch!Spencer (mainly Sub! Spencer)X reader fan fiction this is my first fan fiction I’ve written since middle school so bare with me and feel free to message me constructive criticism. This will probs be multiple chapters but I just couldn’t get this idea off of my mind so here we go! And yes this season 1/2 Spencer because he is just the cutest!

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Plot: Doctor Spencer Reid has heard of little black books, but that pales in comparison to what he has just found in the BAU’s elevator. A sweetly scented notebook filled with salacious journal entries illustrating the writer's sexual fantasies. He doesn’t know what it is about this book but all he can think of is finding its owner.

TLDR: Spencer finds your kinky notebook and uses super sleuth skills to find you.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: Cumming in pants, Hinting at sex, exhibitionism, no panties, Language, General 18+, Hinting at future kinks

Word Count: 2,439 (gah damn)

𝒯𝒪 𝒲𝐻𝒪𝑀 𝐼𝒯 𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒞𝐸𝑅𝒩𝒮:

𝒟𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓀𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈. 𝐼𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹, 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹.

As Spencer read these sentences, he paused. Not for the warning of so-called curses, there was no scientific evidence for such things and Spencer knew magic was just science with a trick of the eye, but for the vehement warning making him feel intruding on whoever had left their journal in the elevator.

It had caught his eye as he stepped into the elevator on his way out of the office. As someone who had lost plenty of books in his days roaming the halls of the BAU, he knew how frustrating it was to not know what happened at the end. As he picked it up, he noticed the cover. It was old, bound in aged cherry red leather, yet too small to be more than a pocketbook. He had found your message while searching for a name to return the book to, and simply reading the first page already felt prying.

Alas, one sentence enticed him “If it comes into the right hands, You can find me.” Where his hands the right ones to come into? The probability of that could be found easily by calculating how many people got on and off of this specific elevator that day, no, in the past hour, with the hustle and bustle of people leaving for the day. Spencer could and he would calculate it he wasn’t so distracted by the message and his voracity to solve this mystery.

Tentatively, he flipped the page, finding a handwritten table of contents. This book had obviously been very important to the reader if they had taken the time to write in page numbers, detailed headings, and chapters. The table was nearly full of chapter titles in scrawled cursive lettering. His eyes stopped on the first chapter title. “Male Needs” with shakey lettering. He could tell by your handwriting that you grew more confident in your journaling as the chapters progressed, the hesitations in your strokes growing few and far between.

As he flipped the page once more he had reached the next floor and a large group of people bustled into the elevator. Spencer shied away from them, not just because he had an aversion to contact with strangers and their germs, but because of the sentences, he had read underneath that first chapter “I do not need a man, a man needs me. Yet, when I am with a man, I have needs. Needs that most men can’t fulfill. I need a man that eats pussy like it’s the only way to quench his thirst-“ and with that Spencer slammed the book shut, earning some confused looks from the others on the elevator. He should have heeded the warning because now all he could think about was the fact that this was your nervous entry and as your confidence grew, it was bound to escalate from there. He wasn’t sure if it was his flustered mind or the heat growing deep from inside him that made him feel dirty; not because it scandalized him, but because these were someone’s fantasies and he had intruded in their secrets and soiled them with his mind.

Ding! He had reached the ground floor and that was when he decided to leave it alone. He couldn’t bring it to the lost and found as it would be more likely to end up in the wrong hands there and your secrets would be for someone else to find, not that he even knew who you were.

On his drive home, he tried to think of anything else besides the book. His lunch, Garcia’s new item she added to her collection, how to get back at Derek for putting salt in the sugar container, but his mind kept wandering. It didn’t help that the notebook sat tauntingly on top of his satchel as if saying “Open me, you know you want to. You want to know who I am. You can find me.” There was no way that it had been there for that long as the janitor was on duty today and he had been on the elevator two hours ago on his way to clean the top floor. Since Spencer had left a little later than most people that meant there were multiple elevators full of people who would have noticed. He knew it wasn’t so but part of him felt as if you had left it there specifically for him to find. Like it was made for him. He quickly shook off the thought and went back to who it could be. He wanted to return it without reading any more. You clearly would miss it but he couldn’t imagine you wanted others to know about what lay in those folded corners of your book and your mind.

As he walked up the steps of his complex, he clutched onto the notebook with all of his strength, he feared that he would look down and it would have disappeared, he wanted to keep your deepest secrets safe as if they were his own. He was only able to relinquish his grip when he shut and locked the door to his apartment. He set it on the table as he got prepared for the night. By now he had limited his pool to 54 women who were regularly in and out of the elevator at that time of day which was a cut down in comparison to the 860 roughly women in that building on any given day. But that number still wasn’t small enough. He had to minimize the sample size even further. That was the only reason he reopened to the table of contents, right? Not because of his own morbid curiosity and definitely not because of the heat burning in his stomach.

He looked down at the page numbers, still too nervous to look at the titles, and saw that each entry was a page long consisting of 23 entries and one with a title but no page numbers. Not chapters as he previously thought but entries giving lascivious details into what he had not yet mustered up the courage to read. He was still unable to look at the titles in fear of what he might find. If graphic depictions of female oral sex were displayed under “Male Needs”, what possibly could lie ahead.

For now, he studied the handwriting. Cursive, not often used by many younger women, was often associated with antiquities and traditional values but he noticed something off. There was a very specific curl to certain numbers. Every even number had a specific extra curl or flourish to it and the zeros had a line through it like a “do not enter” sign. This went directly against the hypothesis that you were an older woman that the cursive provided; as many older women who wrote in cursive stuck to the rules even when it came to numbers. She wasn’t old enough to even be Hotch’s age but she appreciated the charm of the past. 'Who is this girl?' Spencer wondered. He was able to narrow it down to about half of his previous lot, excluding the women on his team. He had seen them write enough to know their handwriting inside and out. And while Garcia’s had similar flourishes to yours, she never crossed her zeros.

Spencer knew that he would have to read at least the chapter titles to grasp a better understanding of your handwriting and who you could possibly and as his eyes scanned the page, for the first time in a while he was actually reading slowly; putting all of his focus into each word and what order they were in. Unfortunately, his focus was his downfall. His face became so hot that he felt as if you could see steam coming off of it.

Table of contents:

Male Needs

Praise

Degradation

Mommy

Daddy

Work

Exhibition

Choking

Collars

Breeding

And that was all he could take. Ha couldn’t look at the thirteen and a half more entries, even this much knocked the wind out of him. He didn’t have much experience with women and certainly not enough to understand what all of those words necessarily entailed but he knew that whatever it was keeping his internal fire roaring with heat.

While he hated snooping, he knew he would need more information. He chose the chapter that sounded the most mundane out of all of them, "Work." ‘What was more normal than work.’ he thought, but he was so sorely mistaken.

"Work:

"Before I move on to exhibitionism, I have to talk about work. Yes, I would love to have sex at work where I and my partner are one step away from getting caught, I haven’t done that yet. I want to tell you what I have done. Almost every day I go to work wondering if the others can tell that I’m not wearing underwear.”

His heat spread from his face down until it pooled in his loins and his cock became hard imagining this mystery girl walking the halls of the BAU with a breeze in her skirt, nearly exposing the secret that lied beneath. Had he sat next to you when you were partaking in this activity? What would he have done if your skirt bunched up your thigh as you sat, exposing the tan lines where your underwear should be. Would he be able to see you in your tight work pants with no pantie lines and be the only one who truly knows your secret?

“I kinda want to be caught someday by Him. I wonder what he would do. Would he tell me off for being unprofessional? Would he take me to that storage closet 3 doors past Garcia’s office, just far enough away that he could teach me a lesson for being naughty at work?”

He felt so dirty, inserting himself into the fantasies of a girl which he did not even know that he almost glanced across the use of Him, capital H.i.m. He wanted to indulge in his imagination that in some way or another that the “Him” in question was in fact the man reading this with trembling hands and an impossibly hard cock. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining situations in the storage closet that he regularly used as a reading nook when he needed time away from the others.

He rested his head on the pages of the book, hoping somehow that his dirty thoughts would be transplanted from his head and back into the pages so that he could stop thinking about you. His efforts were thwarted as this action meant that he could spoil himself in your scent that enveloped the book. As if you had wrapped it in the deepest most vulnerable part of you to hide it away from others. You smelled of bergamot, patchouli, and musk but deeper than that, you smelled like sweet, tart berries and honeysuckle in summer. There was something else that he couldn’t put his finger on at first but it was intoxicating all of his senses. It was saccharine, heat, and sex all combined in one. When it clicked, it no longer felt as if his head was pressed against a book but as if his he sat kneeling on the ground with his cheek resting in your inner thigh, your hot sex waiting for his indulgence, “like it's the only way to quench his thirst” echoed in his brain. The scent was your natural pheromones beckoning him closer with the promise of a treat.

And that was it. That was what sent him over the edge. The purest embodiment of your scent had him cumming, hot in his pants.

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You sat down at the edge of your bed after a long day at work; shucking off your work clothes to get as comfy as you could in your PJs as a way to unwind from the day. You went to grab your lip balm from your bag and noticed that the front pocket of your bag had been left open. You instantly panicked, searching everywhere for your little red book. The one that kept the key to your deepest secrets and darkest fantasies. You tore your bag apart, knowing that you had it at the end of your workday because you took it out of your desk drawer and tucked it back into its home in your bag. You cursed your carelessness for not double-checking that you zipped your bag before leaving. With your forgetfulness, you knew it would happen one day but you didn't realize it would be this soon.

There was an odd mix in your heart and your stomach. Part of you felt your heart drop through your ass thinking that it had ended up in the wrong hands, part of you had butterflies thinking about someone knowing the deepest parts of you, intimately in your own words. You had the assurance that your name was nowhere to be seen in the book but you also knew that you worked with people who analyzed people's dark desires for a living. While none of your fantasies involved murder, they were like precious gems that you kept locked away in your heart. You couldn't dare imagine what would happen if it came into His hands. While you were the youngest at the BAU, only by a few months and you weren't even part of the group because you were still tentative, you couldn't put your dirty thoughts into the innocent head of the pretty boy genius. It was almost more worrisome than if SSA Hotchner or Gideon found it and you were fired. The idea of tainting someone so pure...

You had to literally shake your head to clear your thoughts. Imagining His face tinged red in innocence reading through your lewd writing had your head in a tizzy. Imagining Doctor Spencer Reid sifting through the pages with lightning-fast fingers, stroking down the pages of smut as you had imagined him stroking down your thighs so many times before. You decided to bury your head in your pillow, hoping that would calm your mind enough to slip into slumber.

Unfortunately for you both, your efforts would be fruitless and you would both go to sleep unknowingly thinking of each other.

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Chapter 2 Here/ Chapter 3 here

And that's Chapter one. Hope y'all like it. LMK in my messages and all that <3 have a great week!

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1-800-hellraiser · 3 years

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The Other Side Of Paradise

Requested by: No one

Words: 1,841

Aged up: Nope

Song: The Other Side Of Paradise- Glass Animals

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Pairing: David x Counselor!Reader

!TWS!: A small bit of swearing and mentions of suicide and manslaughter at the end.

(A/n: This chapter is kind of an alternate ending to The Order Of The Sparrow (s1ep12). Essentially what I think would happen if another counselor (aka Y/n) was there with David and Max. Also sorry if Max is a bit ooc, I can't write him well.)

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"I know you don't but I, I know you don't but I still try. My thunder shook him down. My thunder came and shook him down."

When things couldn't get any worse, it started down pouring. "David, just let it go." Gwen says, standing beside you. "No no no! I can still light it, You'll see!" David says, as he goes back to trying to light the bonfire. The kids just stare at David with bewilderment. You hear Neil say "I can't belive I frenched a platypus for this!" Gwen sighs and starts herding the kids into the mess hall. "Come on kids...you coming, Y/n?" She asked, you shook your head. "I'll call for you if anything happens." You say as Gwen nods.

"Y/n! You understand, right?" David asks you with a desperate tone. "I do David, but-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, not knowing how to word the next sentence. You crouch down next to David, as he still tries to light the fire. You're about to speak but a certain jaded ten-year-old cuts you off. "Well David, you were right! This is amazing." You glare at Max, standing across from where David is crouching. "Max, you should be in the mess hall with Gwen," you say to the child. "If I could just, show you." David says, with a hurt look on his face.

"Do you really think a big fire and an outdated and honestly racist tradition is going to make anyone care about anything?" Max questions sarcastically. "Max..." you warn the small Indian boy. You stand up from your crouching position and kneel in front of Max. "If you don't go to the mess hall this instant, you will have double chores for a week and no pudding cups for the rest of the month. Got it?" You explain in a stern, yet calm voice. Max rolls his eyes and makes his way to the mess hall. You sigh and go back to David.

"I just wish people understood." David mumbles after an extended period of silence. "I may not understand what you're going though, but I understand what you're doing for the kids. It's admiring that you put in one hundred percent every day for these kids." You say, putting your s/t hand on David's shoulder. You feel his shoulders sag under your touch, your heart sinks to your feet. "It's just...times have changed. Whether I like it or not. The campers don't care, Gwen doesn't care, even the founder of this place has better things to do. That's why I'll never stop trying. Because somebody fucking has to." David says, you stare at him in disbelief.

"Davey, please...why don't we do this tomorrow? The wood won't be wet and you need a break from the kids." David sighs and nods his head. You two both get up and you walk David to the cabin. It wasn't exactly the end of the day just yet so Gwen was still in the mess hall with the kids. After you drop David off at the counselors cabin, you tell him you'll be right back. You open the doors to the mess hall and walk over to Gwen. Gwen was ranting to the kids about how they should respect David and everything he does to keep them safe and happy.

"Hey Gwen, just wanted to let you know David is at the counselor's cabin and he's taking a break from the camp tomorrow." You say, Gwen nods in agreement and continues to talk to the kids. You duck out of the mess hall and make your way back to the cabin. You open the cabin and notice that David is sitting in his bed, running a lanky hand through his hair. You gently close the door and sit next to him. Putting your hand on his back, you rub comforting circles into his back. David lets out a shakey sigh, "I just wanted to show them something cool, and they don't even care...what's the point anymore?" You almost stopped rubbing David's back when he says that.

"I mean, the kids don't care, Gwen doesn't care, Mr. Campbell doesn't care, you don't care, what's the point?" David sighs out, tears welling in his eyes. "David look at me." You say, putting a finger under his chin and gently moving his head to make eye contact with you. "I couldn't care more about you and everything you do for this god forsaken camp and these kids." You say, wiping a tear from David's eye. Without warning, David envelops you in a hug, sobbing uncontrollably into your shoulder. You continue to rub his back with one hand and you start to run tour hands through his hair with the other. You whisper sweet nothings into his ear, trying to get him to calm down.

After an hour of consoling him, David falls asleep in your arms. You gently move him onto his bed and pull his blanket over him. Gwen came into the counselor's cabin about a half hour ago. You tell her you'll be right back, as you forgot something in the mess hall. You exit the cabin and see Max, leaning on the right side of the door. "Max, what are you doing up past eight? You've been here long enough to know no-one can roam around past eight pm." You question, Max sighs.

"Yeah I know the stupid rules, I just wanted to talk real quick." You cross your arms and raise a brow at him. "Okay, walk and talk with me, I forgot something at the mess hall." You say as you proceed towards the mess hall. "I know how hypocritical this sounds coming from me, but I feel...bad. Bad about what I said to David earlier. And I want to make it up to him." Max says hesitantly. "Go on..." you say, pushing him to continue. "I want to do the dumb 'Order Of The Sparrow' thing." You smile, and ruffle Max's hair. He grumbles and sho's your hand away from his hair.

"Wait, Max, how are we going to do this if the other campers don't know?" You ask, looking down at the ten year old boy. "After Gwen left, I talked them into doing it. We'll wake up at the ass-crack of dawn and Preston will make the outfits and I already taped the staff back together. You just have to let Gwen know about the plan and wake David up at around five thirty am. Got it?" Max finishes, you nod. "Yes I got it, now get to bed kiddo, we have a big day tomorrow." You say, walking into the mess hall. You return back to the cabin, Gwen is awake and writing in her journal, and David is still passed out. Perfect. You let Gwen know about the suprise and ask her if she'd be willing to do it. She agrees and you both head to bed.

"Wake up Davey." You whisper, gently shaking his shoulder. His eyes flutter open "wh- Y/n? Why are you up? It's five thirty, we don't get up until six. " You blush at how deep David's morning voice is "I know today's you're day off, but I have a suprise for you!" You whisper excitedly. David rolls out of bed and you take a black piece of fabric put it across Davids eyes. "Y-y/n?" "It's a pretty big suprise, don't worry, I'll guide you there." You say as you take Davids hand and lead him out of the counselors cabin and back to the bonfire pit from last night.

As you and David make it too the spot, you quietly motion for everyone to get into position. Nikki shoots and arrow past David as you're taking his blindfold off. "Nikki! No. More. Arrows!" Gwen yells, "You can't control me, white devil!" Nikki yells before running off. David looks around at the campers and Gwen stunned. "...you're all dressed up as-" "Indians, like you said!" Neil cut David off. "We designed zie outfits ourselves!" Dolf added. "Do you love them?! I love them!" Preston interjects. "But, why..?" David asks.

"Alright I fixed it, everybody hurry up and...oh shit he's awake." Max says, holding the taped up staff. "Y/n, Max, did you-" "DO NOT LOOK TO DEEPLY INTO THIS!" Max says, pointing the staff at David. "You suck, this world sucks, and one day, we're all going to die and none of it will matter. But if we didn't do this, I'm pretty sure you'd kill yourself or something." Max finishes, David sniffs and wipes away a tear. "Oh you two..." "Or shoot up the camp, I don't know it was a possibility." Max says, shrugging. "Max!" You scold the boy.

"Thank you." David says looking at you and Max. "Whatever, just take your stupid stick." Max scoff as he tries to hand David the staff. The staff breaks in half for the third time. David pushes the staff back to Max with a heart-melting smile on his face. "Awww....lucky." Space kid says next to Max. Max smacks Space kid in the face with the staff, making him fall backwards. You stifle a laugh. You and David walk over to the raging bonfire. "Y'know, this is kinda nice." Neil says, staring at the fire. You hear the strum of a guitar and look over to Quartermaster and Gwen.

"There's a place I know that's tucked away, where we can go to laugh an play."

You look around at the smiling campers and they all crowd next to the bonfire. You and David glance back at Max. He rolls his eyes and smiles as we walks over to the fire as well.

"And have adventures everyday. I know it sounds hard to believe, but guys and gals it's true..."

"Hey Max, how'd you start a fire with wet wood anyway." You ask, looking down at the boy. "I'm not an idiot Y/n, I used gasoline." He says, your and David's face drops. "Wait what?" you both say in unison as the campfire literally fucking explodes. "WHOOO! DO IT AGAIN, DO IT AGAIN!" Nikki cheers, you chuckle and wrap your arm around David's shoulders. "So, do you like it?" You ask. "Like it? I love it. Thank you, Y/n." He says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Camp Campbell is the place for me and you."

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saffron-nova21 · 3 years

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Epilogue

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Warnings: Suggestive Content, it’s fluffy

W.C is at the bottom, I just couldn’t put the usual Written Content Below 😅 Sorry guys.

As your husband of nearly a year walked into your new home, you meet him at the door with a grin, “Hey, baby,” you coo playfully, wrapping your arms around his neck, to which he responds by flashing you a similar grin and pulling you into him.

“Hey, little monster. Kept my promise to you, didn’t I?” He muses, leaning down and kissing your nose. “So, where is that surprise of mine?”

You detach yourself from your boyfriend’s arms, taking his hand in yours and pulling him through the entryway and into the living room, where both Yaku and Lev stood, talking. Yaku grins at seeing you both, Satori bouncing up and down giddily as he sees some of your close friends.

“Lev! Mori! How do you like the house? Great, right! Let me show you the bathroom! The bathtub is really weirdly made and great!” Your husband cooes excitedly, clapping his hands together.

“First,” you smile, placing your hands on top of his. “We have some videos to watch.”

...

Sitting down with the three on the couch, you finding purchase on Satori’s lap, you smile and watch as Yaku slips into his seat next to Lev, pulling his boyfriend’s arm around him. They truly were the sweetest couple.

As the video begins, with the lights dim, your eyes all turn towards the screen, pictures of your many double dates, outings with the other eight members of your large friend group, individual, and couple photos began to play across the screen.

A picture of you and Lev playing chicken against Yaku and Tendō, at the beach. Pictures of walks in the park, where you all bonded over the many stories shared about yourselves and your friends. Pictures of you and Tendō sleeping together under piles of stuffed animals. Pictures of Yaku and Lev arguing and shoving their ice cream cones in one another’s face, resulting in a messy make-up kiss and giggles all around. Many pictures of the Valentine’s Day, when for three straight days out of the year, you thirteen people got together ans let yourselves be complete and utter children with one another.

Pictures from you and Tendō’s wedding day. Pictures of the boys, dressed in fancy tuxedos and getting absolutely shit-faced. Pictures of Lev and Yaku taking body shots off of one another, while looking like they’d come right out of a James Bond movie.

And by the end of it, you could feel tears in your eyes, Tendō softly squeezing your waist as he draws you closer to him, neither of you speaking as Lev stands in front of Yaku, dragging the smaller male to his feet.

At first, Tendō raised an eyebrow at the two — what were they doing? However, his unasked question was quickly answered by Lev’s shakey sinking onto one knee and pulling out a small box.

“Yaku Morisuke... I fell in love with your aggressive, short-ass in high school. The day you came back to watch us play, after you graduated, when you told me I was going to be someone special, even if that wasn’t in the volleyball world, I knew I was going to marry you. So now, would you do me the honors of proving I’m right?

“Will you marry me?” Lev’s anxiety was palpable, you knew his heart had to be racing. Hell, you could practically hear his heart, beating out of his chest.

Yaku groans, shaking his head, “Oh, fuck you, Haiba,” he mumbles, making everyone’s eyes widen... Until he pulled out an almost identical small, black box. “I was going to propose tonight.”

“So that’s a yes?” Lev smirks as he rises to his feet. Though, he already knew the answer, and thus, he held his boyfriend — or... Fiancé’s cheeks, and kissed him.

Satori rises with you, wiping the previous tears from his eyes, product of the wonderfully made video. “This sounds like a cause to celebrate!” He cheers, making you smile.

...

“So you had a crush on me in high school?”

You laugh and roll your eyes, “Yeah. Used to watch your games, every time the came on the T.V. and everything. I was infatuated. You were so good at volleyball. Watching you play was always so exciting,” you grin.

Satori just grins and pulls you closer. “I guess it was just fate that we fell in love then.”

“That it is, my sweet baby. That it is.”

...

Three years ago, you had just begun this relationship with Tendō. You were still suffering affects from years of abuse, still working through an eating disorder, still suffering through those ‘off days,’ due to your depression, and still suffering from an occasional nightmare.

Though, now, you’d overcome that eating disorder, you hadn’t flinched from anyone or overly apologized in a year, you hadn’t had an ‘off day’ in months, and you couldn’t remember when you last had a nightmare. And Satori? Well, he was showered with all of the love in the world, living with someone who loved him unconditionally.

As he holds you against him, he sighs in content. You both slept with minimal clothes on, if any — years of being touch starved made you both crave that skin-to-skin contact, whether it be sexual or not. Plus, it helped both of you learn to love your own bodies, having them loved on all of the time. And there wasn’t a single moment of insecurity or self-doubt between you both.

“Y/N?” Satori whispers as he kisses your head. Your hum in response makes him continue. “I just realized that you don’t really sleep with your stuffed animals anymore... Why is that?” He asks.

Your eyes sleepily open to peer at him, a soft smile gracing your features. “I don’t need them anymore. I have you here to keep me safe and love me.”

Satori lets out a soft breath, feeling his eyes well up with a few tears. “I’ll always be here, Y/N.”

Your soft, sweet giggle makes him relax, lulling him so close to sleep. “Jokes on you, Tori. I already knew that.”

And with your soft words, his eyes fall shut as he allows himself to fall asleep in the arms of someone he loves.

Kenma caught the bouquet at Yaku and Lev’s wedding.

You, Yaku, Lev, and Satori all have a tradition of making a new video and watching it, every year.

Yours and Satori’s first kid (adopted, biological, or otherwise) ended up being one of the most loved kids ever. Their name was Winter.

I hope you guys enjoyed! I got a little carried away, with this chapter! 😅 I’m gonna miss writing for Tendō, so much 🥲 But I really hope you guys enjoyed my SMAU!

My next one is a Suna Rintarō SMAU. I won’t be posting anything for it, until after Mardi Gras (Tuesday), but I do have some bonus chapter for you guys to tide you over!

You guys better be getting something to eat, drinking some water, and taking care of yourselves mentally and physically! But, remember, no matter what, I’ll always love you, and I’m proud of you! Keep it up, love! You’re doing wonderfully! 🤍 Have a great day!

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Just Good Business VI

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

Reader Gender Expression: She/Her pronouns, “wife”

Summary: You’re ready to have a baby, and Tommy is nowhere to be found

Length: 1641 words (allegedly)

Warnings: A baby is delivered

A/N: Thank you to the eager beavers who wanted to see what happens next in this series. I honestly didn’t realize it had been so long since part V! One more part left!

Part I | Part VII

You could honestly say you'd never felt like this before.

As you entered nine months of pregnancy, you wondered what was going to drive you crazy first. It was either your inability to do much more than waddle a few centimeters at a time or the Shelby's coddling.

"Arthur, it's fine," you moaned. And yet your brother-and-law was up and opening a window after you sneezed.

"It's stuffy in here," he declared.

"I've got a cake!" Finn walked in with a cake in hand while Ada followed with the tea tray. You sighed and shifted up on the couch you were reclined on. Your appetite had been non-existent for the past couple of weeks, and nothing had changed.

"I brought tea and some toast just in case," Ada said with all the wisdom of a mother.

"Thank you all, I appreciate it. I really feel fine, though," you promised.

"Oh, you're saying that now, but that's only because it's your first. When my water broke with Karl, Polly took me to walk around for a while before I really started feeling anything," she said.

It was true. You'd woken up mid-morning to the feeling of your waters pooling on your sheets. Tommy spent the night in London, so it was just you and the maids who changed the sheets and said encouraging words to you for a while. Eventually, you woke Ada, who'd been staying down the hall since Polly had cryptically said: "any day now."

Since then, the family was showing up bit by bit. You took slow turns around the first floor while Arthur had taken over your job as a one-person party planning committee. Though, you weren't sure if calling for several cases of champagne was actually considered a party. Then again, you'd done more with less.

"I'm going to walk around the gardens," you announced after a heftier contraction.

"Are you sure," Arthur started, but Ada rolled her eyes and cut him off.

"Let her go, Arthur. We know you're nervous, but let her have some air," Ada chided him.

"Should she go on her own?" Finn asked, looking you over.

"She can tell you herself," you said. You raised a pointed eyebrow that made Finn turn pink from light scolding. You sighed and placed your hands on your rounded belly. "I'm not alone."

"Can I come, Aunt y/n?" Karl ran up to you with Katie and Edith on his tail. The girls begged Finn to not make them wait to see you.

"Yes, yes, let's go."

The sun reached its peak but still competed with the fluffy clouds to warm the Arrow House gardens. You sat in the grass, not worrying about needing a blanket and tilted your head back. Where was he?

You tried not to let the only thing that was bringing a bit of worry out of you take over completely. He had to be on his way still. Arthur said he was coming with Polly. You looked down again when you felt small hands on your stomach.

"Is it a girl?" Edith asked softly, her eyes wide with wonder.

"That's what Aunt Polly said, so I think she is."

"What's her name?"

"I don't know yet. What do you think?"

You thought back to all the times you and Tommy tried to make a list of names. Naming the child after any of your parents was off the table. But no amount of thinking had brought up something you could agree on.

"We'll know when we see 'em," Tommy concluded then sealed it with a kiss to the forehead.

"I think it should be something pretty,” Edith hummed then looked at you. "Can she have your name, Aunt y/n? Like how Uncle Arthur and grandpa have the same name?"

While it was certainly bold, you laughed and ultimately told her that you wouldn't want that kind of confusion. Edith's brainstorming attracted Katie and Karl. They were out of breath from having back to back foot races. You had a full team on the job. And in the end, you found it.

"I like that one," you told Edith and kissed her forehead.

"And Elizabeth for the middle name like Aunt Polly," Karl reminded you. You gave him a kiss on the forehead as well.

"Of course."

Katie earned her kiss by placing a flower crown on your stomach, the perfect punctuation.

The peace you felt was somewhat short-lived. Hours of mild discomfort turned into sharp pains that tested your resolve. You moved to your birthing room and allowed the midwife who showed up at just the right time to look you over while you were bent over the bed.

"Just breathe through it, y/n." The midwife's voice was light and comforting. You took deep breaths, but couldn't help that they were coming out shakey.

"Where is he?" You finally asked. Ada patted your hand in comfort while Esme brought in extra towels.

"He said he was on his way, dear. I'm sure they're not far off."

Your hands grasped the sheet as one severe pain blended into another. They were faster and longer now. Even you knew that meant you weren't too far off.

"If you start feeling like you need to push, just let me know, Mrs. Shelby." The midwife rubbed your back. You were soon on the bed on all fours, dampening your nightgown with sweat as you groaned through waves of pain. Not seeing Tommy all day was getting to you.

Having children wasn't a top priority for you, and in many ways, it scared you. The idea of being locked into a marriage, or even having unconditional love for a being, was terrifying. You weren't planning on it. But Tommy changed things and made you want everything with him. No one had been able to encourage you as he did or give you an amount of strength you didn't know you had. You were almost three years into your marriage, and you finally felt like you had a partner to be by your side. Except now, when he literally was nowhere to be found.

"Push, y/n, that's it!"

The midwife praised you, but you knew you were holding back. Tears leaked down your face. Why were scared all of a sudden? Your emotions were all over the place throughout your pregnancy, and it was hitting its peak.

"Y/n? Don't panic, sweetheart," Esme called to you and moved to sit next to you.

"B-but, Tom," you sobbed and buried your face into a pillow as you pushed again.

"That's perfect, y/n! You're so strong."

You panted as it settled down and let Ada pat your neck with a cool cloth. You couldn't hear anything over your own groans and sobs as you pushed again, but Esme started moving away from you.

"Y/n, Thomas is here," She told you, and your head lifted to see him.

"Love, I'm right here," Tommy said, kneeling next to you.

"Where the hell have you been?" you sobbed. Your eyes were red and clenched close with another contraction.

"You're dilated, y/n, you'll just need to push when you have the contractions," the midwife reminded you, and informed Tommy. But you shook your head.

"I can't do it."

Tommy took off his jacket and sat in a chair beside you, grabbing your face in his hands.

"We ran into a little car trouble. I'm so sorry I'm late, love. And you can do this. You're the strongest person I know."

"I'm not,"

"Stop it, you are. You're just getting mixed up in your head. Breathe with me," He began taking deep breaths, and you reluctantly followed him to a place of calm. "I can be the strong one, yeah?"

"Yeah," you nodded. Tommy ran a damp cloth over your face as he asked you what you needed. It wasn't traditional for the husband to be in the room. Still, Ada and Esme knew there was only one person who could calm their sister-in-law enough to have a healthy delivery. Sure enough, you clung to your husband and gave it your all under the spell of his encouraging words.

"Almost done. Almost done, love." Tommy rubbed your back.

"Love, you're right there," Esme told you.

"This one's really gonna hurt, y/n," Polly told her. "Yell as much as you'd like, but push." Polly had taken to giving the midwife a hand as soon as she came into the room. If you had your way, Polly would have been in charge anyway. God only knew how much knowledge she really had.

"You're doing so well, love," Tommy kissed your cheek.

"Last one, y/n," the midwife announced.

"There we are! A girl for you, just as we thought!"

It was a bit of a blur. You laid on your back, waiting for the placenta to pass after the cord had been cut. Tommy praised you while Polly tended to the baby. It was almost a surprise when Polly unlaced the top of your gown and placed a tiny, crying baby against your chest.

"Hello," you greeted your daughter through sniffles and watery eyes. "Happy birthday, little one."

You sat comfortably on clean sheets and in a new gown, watching your daughter being fussed over by Tommy while your family gathered around. Arthur was holding back tears as he asked what to call his new niece. Tommy looked at you with a smile.

"Alma Elizabeth Shelby."

There was a resounding cheer in the room as Tommy came to sit next to you.

"I love you doesn't seem enough," he said quietly. He looked at you then down at your baby. "But I am eternally grateful for you bringing a bit of you and a bit of me into this world." You kissed him softly then kissed the top of Alma's head.

"I more than just love both of you, too. Whatever that may mean."

Tommy Tag List: @soleil-dor; @amysteryspot; @captivatedbycillianmurphy

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Black Swan (14)

Summary: Y/N used to be a Russian spy under the code name Black Swan. But that was a lifetime ago, now she’s a part-time avenger, dance teacher, surrogate sister to Natasha Romanoff, and trainer to new Shield Agents. She’s come a long way from the days of killing targets and being tortured. But when someone from her past comes around will she be able to ignore her history anymore? Or will she end up falling in love with the only man her sister ever loved?

A/N: Next chapter is the last (and then an epilogue) I can’t believe we’re almost done!!

When you woke up the following morning you had several text messages from Bucky. He was a little nervous, but supportive of your decision to tell Natasha. She was your sister and she deserved to know the truth. Even if a small part of you was worried that this could mean she would hate you.

But a larger part of you knew she would be fine with it. She’s not who she used to be and neither is Bucky. It’s been a long time since Russia, and you’re not those people anymore. So with a deep breath, you get dressed and head to your shared kitchen.

“Good morning,” she says cheerily when she sees you walk out of your room. For someone who people feared, she sure was sunshine in the mornings lately. (Most likely due to a little bird she spent time around).

“Morning. Got any plans today?” you ask nervously tapping your hand against the coffee she hands you.

“All yours,” she says smiling, noticing your tapping but not acknowledging it.

“Can you do me a favor and sit then. Kinda need to tell you something,” you say. Better to just get this talk over and not have it nagging at you all day long. She sits next to you, placing her coffee mug down on the counter.

“Yes?” she says with a hint of mischief. Almost as if...

“I’m dating Bucky!” you blurt out in the least elegant way possible.

“Oh, is that it?” she says with a look. One that screamed ‘you’re overly dramatic Y/N’.

“What?”

“I knew already.”

“You? What? How in the world did you know,” you say before adding “And don’t you say ‘spy sense’!” Knowing that’s her go-to answer.

“You do know someone goes over comm. transcripts right? Since I was senior in charge of the mission you went on to that gala I was the one to read over them. And babe isn’t really a standard term for your coworker. Put the dots together,” she says smiling proudly.

“That shit,” you say quietly in regards to your boyfriend. “You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be upset? I have a man I love deeply, and you’ve been significantly less of a pain in my ass since he showed up here,” she says with a laugh. “You seem happy, and that’s all I want.”

“You seem happy too Talia.” She reaches out and grabs your hand, letting you silently know you’re always going to have her. “So, now that we cleared the air. I have 17 costumes, 26 hair strips, and two pairs of shoes to rhinestone for next weekend’s competition. And I have a lovely sister to assist,” you say with a wide smile.

“You know we haven’t had team bonding in a while,” she says with a look and you think about it for a second before shrugging your shoulders.

“If they mess up my costumes, I’m blaming you.”

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Under the guise of team bonding, you get the avengers who were available (which turned out to be you, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Bruce, and Sam) to join you in the living room for help with finishing the costumes. You gave a quick tutorial of how to apply them and showed them the example of what you already did so that they could follow the design.

Steve was a natural, and you gave him some of the costumes to do. He gathered the deep blue rhinestones and happily went about gluing them to the fabric. Natasha had been helping you for years now so she knew the process and got to it.

Sam and Bruce were a bit shakey but still were doing a good job. There was a few glue strings and the stones weren’t exactly straight, so you had them rhinestone the hair strips that sat on the girls hair parts (and gave a little bit of extra sparkle, but weren’t seen up close).

Clint and Bucky were not so good, however. They each did one hair strip before you stopped them and forbid them from touching the glue anymore. Instead they sorted the rhinestones by color and helped decorate name signs for each of the girls doors at the hotel (it had been a tradition to decorate hotel doors the night before competition).

You worked on the two solo’s shoes, adding sparkle to them before working on the costumes as well. While Steve and Natasha helped with the large group costumes, you worked on the solo costumes.

With the help of the team you all finished within a few hours, and it significantly lessened your load. Competition season stressed you out, and this one was no different. The duet you choreographed meant more than any dance you ever did, and it was possible it could win the entire competition if they hit it.

You shook the thought from your head, deciding not to worry about it now. There was still a whole week until they competed, and plenty of time to worry later. You look over at Bucky who was laughing with Sam about something. He caught your gaze and smiled looking at the team and then back to you.

“Hey, thank you guys for all your help!” you say to them before adding, “By the way I’m dating Bucky. Good night!” And you try to get up and leave, but they all start a chorus of questions instead.

“Since when?” Sam yells out and you smile.

“Few months birdbrain,” Bucky says and walks over to you wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“I’m in love with Natasha!” Clint declares loudly, taking the moment to add in his own relationship news.

“We all know that,” Bruce says with a small chuckle.

“I’m in love with him back,” Natasha admits with a sly smile.

“That we didn’t know,” Steve points out and everyone laughs. It felt good for the team to all know what was happening. And for once, there was nothing bad in your life.

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15 Underrated Girly Kpop Songs That Make Me Go Absolutely Feral

When it comes to girl groups, more than anything I am a Blackjack and Blink. I like to listen to girl songs that make me want to murder men (and believe me, that blog post is in the works). But I’m also a ONCE, as TWICE are my sweet darling babies, but they’re about as girly as I can tolerate. I’m not one for the super girly concepts. I mean, did you guys ever see MINX? Occasionally I ironically jam to Shakey Love Shakey Shakey Shakey Shakey Love, but it was an absolute blessing from the K-pop gods to rebrand them as Dreamcatcher. It’s really only the A-list girly songs I tolerate, like GFriend or Oh My Girl. Everything else below them just seems really cringy.

Except for a few chosen few that are so good that they make me absolutely lose all of my shits. And I’m talking about songs that nobody seems to know like at all. Either these songs came out when the groups were still under the radar, before they had their big smash hits, or they just never seemed to rise to the top. But they are still valid and important. Videos are linked in the song names, since Tumblr won’t let me add more than five videos, but here we go.

15. April- Dream Candy

April is one of those rare groups that pull off the girly concept so well but don’t ever seem forced, like they are just truly naturally sweet and pure and precious. Honestly all of their songs are great, and it’s tragic that they haven’t had a comeback in 2019. But their debut, Dream Candy, is the one that really gets deep in my soul to that animal part of my brain that makes me scream this god damn chorus. But only really at the end. I never really listened to this song until it came on shuffle one day when I was walking home in the rain, and thought, why not listen to this awkward girly song, and then the last chorus hit and OH MY GOD. It’s a good one guys.

14. Momoland- Jjan! Koong! Kwang!

So this song comes out by some unknown group called uh, Momoland?, with a title that is just a bunch of sounds that don’t exist in English, and I felt like I was the only one on Earth that was like, “This is fine.” I was honestly in some I Am Legend universe where instead of me being the only living person on Earth, I was the only one that liked Momoland’s debut. As time went on Momoland started putting out what is pretty much some of the worst K-Pop that exists (I mean, have you SEEN the video for Wonderful Love? Try not to cringe challenge) and sadly enough this group just faded into obscurity and never had any huge, Earth shattering hits or anything.

13. DIA- My Friend’s Boyfriend

On paper this song is awful. I mean it’s a song about being a petty bitch who has decided to steal their friend’s boyfriend, hence the title. Also the song ads cute little quirks like *squints eyes to read this metaphorical paper closer* coughing. Also the video has an unnecessarily long intro. But believe me when I tell you that this is an absolute slapper.

12. Gugudan- Wonderland

It’s a crime that Gugudan has never really hit it off, even with two I.O.I members. Their debut has this amazing Little Mermaid concept and believe me when I tell you that this chorus is best when screamed at the top of your lungs. After all the screaming I am basically in a manic state by the la la la’s.

11. LOONA 1/3- Love&Live

You’ll notice that the main theme of this list is that the choruses are absolute fire. But this one comes in and basically knocks the wind out of me with sweetness, like some kind of aegyo Kool-Aid man. It’s really the music that does it for me in this one, along with the melody, along with Heejin’s perfect high note. If this song doesn’t make you smile then you are a robot, like ViVi.

10. Shannon Williams- Why Why

If Ant and/or Dec were here, they would hear this song and definitely say that Britain’s Got Talent. Shannon is the British IU,hands down, undeniably, I will not be taking questions at this time. But it’s very sad that her career was nonexistent after this came out. Was it the fact that this features a sixteen-year-old grinding against faceless boys? Or that this video widely revolves around her intensely stalking someone? It can’t be the song because that is perfect.

9. AOA- Bingle Bangle

Okay so some history for those non-Elvises out there. AOA was THE HOTTEST girl group for a good minute, with so many timeless collaborations with the Brave Brothers that really changed the shape of female K-Pop for a while. And then ChoA left the group. And without the only member who could actually sing the face of the group, AOA kind of went quiet, save for a few Jimin solo songs. Then AOA came back with a new sound, and while everyone else thought it was terrible, I thought it was a bop! And I love the video and the concept! And the dance for this is so fun. Bingle Bangle is a real yes for me dawg. It’s only too bad that they lost yet another member and their concept was handed off to FNC’s new girl group. Speaking of which...

8. Cherry Bullet- Really Really

Yeah so they literally gave this entire “girls in a video game but it’s fun and cute” concept to Cherry Bullet, and they hit the ground running with it. This comeback in particular is my favorite of theirs because it hits one of my favorite pop music tropes: Having A Funky Instrumental Chorus, Only At The End To Put Words Over The Music. It ticks all my boxes.

7. Rainbow- Whoo

If you ever wanted to hear a song that made you scream “RAAAAIIINBOOW AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” then this is it. At this point in this list we start to hear the songs that make me truly insane, and this song absolutely destroys me. It’s really sad, however, that this is basically Rainbow’s swan song, as it was their last song before disbandment.

6. Matilda- Macarena

I bet you haven’t even HEARD of Matilda. I bet you didn’t even KNOW that MATILDA just DISBANDED a FEW MONTHS AGO because ALL THEIR SONGS WERE BAD except for THIS ONE which is just full of CHAOTIC GOOD ENERGY and if you don’t ENJOY THIS then GET OFF MY LAWN.

5. Berry Good- Angel

Berry Good was destined to be one of those girl groups, like Matilda, that came from a tiny company and was just given bad songs and were set up to fail. So they crowdfunded, and somehow made two incredible comebacks, Don’t Believe (which is a whole other story that we won’t get into today, but it’s an amazing song that you should check out) and prior to that, Angel. I don’t even know where to begin with this song because it literally makes me forget who I am and why I exist. It’s a banger?? This song starts off so soft and pure and jumps right into a chorus that makes you bang your head and scream “I TAKE A CHANCE, YOU NEVER KNOW” as loud as possible. And right when you think you can’t take it anymore, that you are gasping for air because you are drowning in perfection, THEY GO EVEN HARDER. Like, girls, you did not need to go that hard. Holy shit. They go full IU in Good Day. I don’t know why we were blessed with this, especially since after this all their other songs have been garbage, and they’ve been so unsuccessful that they lost their strongest member and they’re heading for disbandment. But we have this gem, and I’m thankful for it.

4. 4Minute- Heart To Heart

Back when 4Minute was just another 2NE1 clone, trying to compete in the market of “Girls Who Look Tough But Are Actually Sweet” 4Minute, aka The HyunA Group, put out this. Third Geners, this is what Second Gen was all about. This is the meaning of Christmas, Charlie Brown. This song is everything. It’s perfect. And it’s too bad that 4Minute didn’t really stick with this sound, but also not, since with their more mature concept they wound up getting pretty famous once Park Bom... I mean, we’re not gonna talk about it.

3. Hyolyn- Bae

Okay so I know that Hyolyn as an entity is not technically considered underrated, but her entire solo career is being slept on and I don’t understand. With Sistar gone, and now Red Velvet carrying the torch for summer anthems, Hyolyn doesn’t necessarily have to give us one of the best summer songs of all time but she did. Every second of this song to me is perfect. And yeah okay I’ll admit it, I am a Gay, I am attracted to women, and Hyolyn is a lot of. A lot of wow. She and HyunA are exactly my type, and this video is a lot. But the SONG you guys. It’s so much that I told even regular people who listen to English music to listen to this song. They didn’t, of course, because the world doesn’t appreciate Hyolyn like I would, I mean like I do as a fan and nothing else. This song was my summer anthem in 2018, Power Up wishes it was this good.

2. BESTie- Thank U Very Much

One of the things that really got me into K-Pop during the Second Gen was that it sounded so much like pop music from my youth. This is gonna sound weird, but I grew up in a Wiccan Neo-Pagan household where 90% of the music we listened to was traditional Celtic or New Age, and if it was ever anything else it was like The Beatles (my Mom and her sisters were one of those screaming and fainting Beatles fans, the trait that was clearly passed down to me, based on what happened when I saw G-Dragon live, but that’s another story) or ABBA, or any kind of British/European pop/rock from the 70s or 80s. So once I was old enough to really find out what kind of music I liked, I dived deep into cheesy pop songs like S Club 7, Britney Spears, and the like. But I always had a soft spot for ABBA. The melodies, the music, the strange lyrics that didn’t really make sense or weren’t quite grammatically correct but it worked. I feel like that love for obscure pop, along with the 90s and early 2000s bubblegum pop, pushed me right into the K-Pop scene. And this song is the best example of that kind of weird melody with oddly used English words, but it works in the best way. The chorus of this song sounds like it was written by ABBA. The ending of this song is transcendent. Tell me you can’t picture a Korean Meryl Streep in overalls singing the ending of this song while dancing on a beach. This song makes me lose all my shits. But I do have to say that this video is uh, Not Good, especially compared with how amazing the song is. But these underrated bottom of the barrel groups don’t have much to work with in the first place, so we can’t really fault them. This song holds up, and is going to hold up for a very long time. I stan.

1. Laboum- Shooting Love

So like I said before, I don’t typically like the super sugary, super tacky, super girly girl concepts. BUT I LOVE LABOUM. ALL their girly sweet songs are AMAZING. They somehow get everything right, in their own unique way. They’re not at all like “Oh, they’re like GFriend”, “Oh, that’s like Lovelyz” or anything, if you get what I’m saying. Laboum had their own cheesy yet perfect style of girly. Aalow Aalow: A CLASSIC. Journey To Atlantis: A CLASSIC. Hwi Hwi: A CLASSIC. Only U: YES YOU GUESS IT, CLASSIC. Sugar Sugar: DON’T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN. I could have made this whole list with just Laboum songs. So I made myself pick one by listening to as many old Laboum songs as I could before I would become an absolutely menace to society, as I am not responsible for my actions after listening to so much girly perfectlon at once. If I was arrested and went to court for I dunno, causing distress and mayhem to the citizens of my city, my lawyer would call it “the Laboum defense.” “You see, Your Honor, my client listened to a lot of Laboum songs, and lost control of themselves and became an entity, a ball of energy, a comet destroying everything in its path while screaming cheesy Korean lyrics.” And I would be set free, of course, because who wouldn’t lose themselves completely to the power of Laboum? But anyway I picked Shooting Love, as it puts me in a manic state from the very intro until the last second. And let me just say now that I deeply mourn this old Laboum, as they came back in 2018 with a new concept that makes them sound lobotomized compared to their old sound. Like slow R&B is fine, but compared to this it’s drab and slow and dull and I hate it. I Hate It. Bring back cute Laboum in 2020, or at least study Apink if you want to see how to properly change an aging cute group into a mature group. I could go on, but now I have the urge to listen to more Laboum. You’ll see me on the evening news tonight, I’m sure.

anyway 안녕

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