🌱 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓆝𓇼 .

“Just one more,” you mewl.

“Oh my god.”

Sae has to leave. It’s past the point of him responsibly leaving, to now, where there’s no choice of him having to leave now, if he wants any chance of making it to practice on time.

But you, however, are seemingly far from getting your Itoshi Sae fix, not wanting to be far from him at all: you whimpered and whined when he got up for his run, you snuck into his shower with him, you looped your arms around his waist while he made his lunch, now you’ve got his face gripped in your hands, sponging kisses over him.

At first, sure, he loved the attention.

But Itoshi Sae has to leave. Four minutes ago.

“Hey,” he sighs softly, trying to push your shoulders back to peel you off of him. “You know I have to go. Don’t make this harder for me.”

“You don’t have to go,” you say simply. “You and I can just be hermits forever, hide here for the rest of our lives and cuddle forever.”

Tempting. Not that he’d ever tell you that.

“Don’t you want to stay here forever with me?”

He clicks his tongue, “you know I absolutely would if I could. But,” he makes a move to step away, and you whine and squeeze tighter. “I have to go. Then, when I come home, I’ll be able to tell you all about my day while we lay down. You like that.”

“I know I do, but,” you peer up at him with your lethal pout, “I like you being here more.”

Sae looks at the clock on the stove. Then back at you. Then he sighs and leans down to steal another kiss from you, slotting your lips with his. They move in harmony, eliciting small pants from you, and his hand cradles the back of your head lovingly. You mewl and rest your hands on his hips, letting the few seconds of heaven be savored between you.

When he finally pulls away, you’re smiling dopily, giddily, and Sae knows he hit the nail on the head.

You’d wanted a goodbye kiss. Sae always knows what you want from him, and in the morning, it just so happens to be a firm, loving, assuring goodbye kiss.

“Okay,” you purr, letting your hands roam over his back, compliant and melted in his arms. “You can go now. I’m happy.”

“You’re done with me?” He asks.

“Yeah, until tonight anyways,” you hum, kissing his chin. “Better go before I change my mind.”

He cracks a smirk, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that right?”

“What can I say?” You sigh dramatically. “I know how much you love a challenge.”

You’re right.

He really, really does.

Higuruma Hiromi x reader<3 (nsfw)

hiromi likes girls (his gf) who are a little (very) mean to him. CANON I ASKED GEGE.

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Higuruma stands in the doorway of your bedroom, Hes been staring at you for a good while now, even before you noticed.

Looking at how your little dress hugs your pretty body.

you wave a hand infront of his face.

“whats up with you today…freak,” you say and laugh at him, the corner of his mouth tugs a little before going back to his usual, blank face.

“i cant look at whats mine? hm?” he says smoothly and plays with a strand of your hair.

“urgh,” you roll your eyes and turn away from him. You know he loves it, when you act like a little spoiled princess.

he grabs your arm and pull you back to him softly. He looks into your eyes again, something else than adoration behind them this time.

“hirom-“

“i thought about what you said,”

huh?

you look at him in question.

He smirks a little before speaking, “you know….about my nose,”

A couple days ago he’d told you how he used to hate his nose when he was younger. You’d frowned and taken his face in your pretty manicured hands and told him it was one of your favorite things about his appearance. It had made his heart swell in his chest, and he’d hugged you so tight right after telling you to ‘shut up and stop lying’

And he’d thought about it ever since, couldnt get it out of his head. And now he knew why.

He takes your jaw in his huge hand and brings your face up to look at him,

“if you like my nose so much, why dont you sit on it princess?” he tells you, looking into your eyes and pulling you closer by your waist.

Your eyes widen, and you blush while trying to push him away.

“stop saying things like that,” you look away from his eyes and he frowns.

“look at me baby,”

You reluctantly look at him again, the way he looks at you hungrily makes you ache.

“you telling me you dont want to?” He whispers to you, and you know he would drop it as soon as you say the word.

But you stay silent, looking away from him again. And he knows youre too shy to say it. so innocent. He wants to make you cry and shake on top of him.

He sighs and goes to pull away from you, but before he can get too far you grab him by the collar, nodding your head.

“yeah?” he asks. you nod again.

he smiles widely at you, before licking his lips and speaking,

“take this off,” he says as he plays with the hem of your dress.

His eyes scan over your body while you undress, his mouth watering. And when you finally stand infront of him, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, only wearing your panties, He picks you up by your thighs suddenly, And you yelp in surprise. He takes you to the bed, laying down with you now sitting on his chest.

You stare at eachother for a while before he speaks again,

“come on….wanna drown in your little pussy,”

Hes so nasty.

“dont worry you will, im gonna shut you up for once,” you say with a look of distaste, he knows your body is betraying you, with how big the wet spot on your panties has gotten.

you sit up on your knees, sliding down your underwear slowly, teasing him.

“mmm there she is,” he groans when he sees your pussy, slick with your arousal.

“youre so annoying,”

“sit on my face baby,”

you huff and sit down again on his chest, grinding your naked pussy on him. He groans loudly.

“fuck….you want me to beg? is that it sweetheart? hm?”

He breathes heavily, a desperate look on his face, and his hips buck behind you, trying to relieve himself a little.

You nod and wait for him, and when he opens his mouth to speak, reaching out to touch your waist, you slap his hand away.

“no touching,” you say with a serious face.

he almost cries. “evil…evil little girl,” fuck why wont you just let him have you, but he knows that you know he loves this. loves his pretty girlfriend being mean to him.

you take pity on him, you tell yourself, when you sit up on your knees, moving so that your pussy is hovering over his face. But really you know you cant wait anymore, you need to ride his handsome face.

“fuck yes…please baby, sit,” He groans under you.

you place yourself right on his mouth, his nose grazing your clit. He moans loudly into you, his hand going to rub himself so he doesnt loose his mind.

He rubs his face into you, licking and sucking on your cunt. You mewl and cry over him and he looks up at you, Smirking into your pussy.

You grab his hair then, grinding yourself down on him, riding his nose.

He babbles under you, probably filthy things. But his mouth is full, so all you hear is his muffled voice speaking into your soaked pussy.

He loves when you use him like this, and the way you look on top of him, fucking his face, its too much and not enough at the same time.

“fuck…use me princess,” He manages to get out in between eating you “cum on my face…”

You whine.

“fuck….” You shake and cry over him, cumming all over his drooling mouth. He keeps licking at you, trying to get every drop of cum. He groans, pulling away from you.

He looks so fucked out, his whole face is wet and his hair is messy, a dopey smile on his face.

You almost pass out, falling off him and onto the bed. He smiles and goes to lay on top of you, cradling your face in his hands.

“i need to change my boxers,” he says.

“of course you do,”

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IDK IF I LIKE THIS UM. anyways i hope u guys like it atleast >_<

i havent gotten to his intruduction in the manga yet i know nothing about this man except for that hes a lawyer and hes sexy

what's your ETA?

synopsis ; in a crowded train headed towards your friend's art showcase, you and your boyfriend are caught in an awkward position.

pairing ; non-idol!nishimura riki x fem!reader genre ; fluff, established rs, literal forced proximity wc ; 1180 warnings ; kissing (a lil bit in public), lots of teasing, and mentions of height difference..

“I swear, if you make one more cup of coffee and insist you have to drink it before we go, I'll personally push you onto the train tracks.”

Nearly spitting out his beverage, Riki swallows abruptly and coughs. “Now, I would say I’m used to your violent tendencies, but that’s just gory. But I’d honestly like to see it.” His eyes shine with an unsettling excitement that has you blinking rapidly. 

“You won’t be alive to see it…” You tilt your head and feign confusion. In reality, this is both your way of flirty banter. Since Riki just loves to tease you, you believe it’s only fair that you should be allowed to tease back. However, your version of teasing is questionably rude at times, way worse than any fireball of quips Riki showers you with. 

“You wanna go or not?” Riki sighs, his mug making a clunking sound on the table when he puts it down. “I’m ready to just sit here and argue with you until night — I’m not the one desperate to see Sunoo’s art exhibition.” 

“No, I swear it’s not because I’m desperate to go. You’re the one who’s closer to him though?” You shake your head and frown in bewilderment. “Fake friend.” 

Riki whips around in his seat. “Pick me!”

”Bad boyfriend!” You erupt into laughter and lunge forward to ruffle his hair. 

Playing along, Riki gets up and pushes you gently away from him. But at the same time his fingers grab ahold of your wrist, holding you close, like he doesn’t really mean it. He’s casting the bait, eyes that look deeply and adoringly into yours glimmering with enthusiasm. 

“You’re taking it to heart. Don’t take it to heart,” he murmurs, and leans in to kiss you, voice dropping down to a low. “Pathological liar.” Before you have time to protest, he giggles, hugging you close as if daring you to spit out another one of your alleged, ‘lies’. 

When you both reach the station, its difficult to see through the sardine-packed crowd of people in front of you. “It… is so crowded,” you tiptoe to be able to whisper in Riki’s ear – and even that’s not enough, he has to lean down with a huff of amusement for you to reach. “Why is it so crowded today?” 

Shrugging his shoulders loosely, Riki slips his hand into yours, squeezing it tight. “You’re the one who wanted to go to this art show.” He mutters quietly. “Kim Sunoo’s, no less. You know we can just ask him to conduct a private show for us?” 

“Is supporting your friends a concept nonexistent to you?” You snap, feigning irritation but responding by rubbing your thumb over his. Your boyfriend pretends to be hurt by this, staggering backwards as much as he can in the crowd. His free hand clutching his chest, the playful atmosphere set by your banter fades when he looks at you. Wearing a gentle smile, he leads you into the train when the doors and gates slide open. 

He manages to secure you both a spot along the wall near the right-hand-side doors. You can tell by the guilt in his eyes that he wants to find you a seat too, but you’re probably going to get dirty looks from the elderlies if you do so. Luckily, he saves you the social torture and doesn’t force you to take a seat. 

The first few stops the train makes are still bearable. Riki is squashed a little too close for comfort at times, caging you in against the wall while you just stare ahead as if nothing’s happening. You ignore the tingles the situations send, all the way from your neurons down to your toes. However, when the crowd dissolves as they alight at their respective stations, you can breathe a sigh of relief. 

Like usual, Riki makes a snide remark about your morning breath (even though you’re quite certain your dental routine is competent), and returns to scroll on his phone. What disheartens you, though, is how genuinely uninterested he seems in Sunoo’s exhibit. And how bored he seems to be, despite being here with you. 

There’s a nonchalant faze across his face as he scrolls social media, leaning in close with a hand adjusting its grip on the grab bar next to you. You tilt your head, chest starting to ache. Does he really not care as much as you’d like to think he does? To not even feel an ounce of excitement in this moment? 

The train screeches to a halt as if agreeing with your intrusive thoughts. There’s still a long way to travel downtown to where the exhibit is held, and unfortunately for you, this is the most crowded station the train has stopped at by far. So many people pour into the carriage that it’s not even five seconds before Riki’s whole body is pressed up against yours. 

He drops the arm holding his phone down to his side. 

People are pushing you on both sides, and suddenly there’s a wave of gratefulness that you’re not stuck in the middle of the carriage. As if your current situation isn’t painful enough. Your boyfriend can’t meet your eyes, and it’s not surprising. With your noses mere inches apart (only because of the height difference), even you, usually assertive and confident, have to look into the distance. 

“Sorry…” Riki says in a hushed tone, moving his lips closer to your ear. His head has practically dropped down onto your shoulder, and you can feel yourself filled with vigorous tremors. He slips his phone into his back pocket, and the hand previously holding it snakes protectively around your waist. You blink up at him, expecting a warm look down, but all you’re met with is narrowed eyes carefully scanning the surroundings. 

His neck still dipped downwards, he hugs you close when the final few people slip into the train. Clearly feeling you shaking, he hums soothingly into your ear, “you’re safe”. “You have me.” “Don’t be too scared.” Anything else he says goes in one ear and goes out the other. 

Because. In such a situation, what would you expect your boyfriend to proceed to do? a), Accept fate and stay in position, b), shyly turn away from the deathly awkwardness, or c), giggle and tilt his head to pepper kisses along your neck? 

Riki chose C. 

He’s so gross, you think, but only when you’re stumbling out the train and running all the way to Sunoo’s exhibit to save yourself from remembering the situation more. Why did he ever do that? I should have shoved him away and called him a pervert and acted as if I didn’t know him. 

What a lie — when he was pressing a final kiss against your cheek your first thought wasn’t even remotely close to wanting to shove him away. Rather, you had pouted, arms wrapped around his neck, because he’s going to have to make up for being both indifferent towards you and making you so late. 

(It is never really his fault.)

thank you for reading! i'm so sorry for the lack of uploads recently, life has just gotten a little bit busier and i finally got a lil break so i decided to write this prompt i thought of a while back!

more of my works >

o.m.g. my boyfriend is the coolest!

includes —- kaveh / alhaitham / tighnari / cyno.

summary —- he overhears you giggling to your friends about how cool/ funny/ handsome/ smart/ etc. he is.

warnings —- gn! reader. not proofread. cyno calls reader 'beautiful.'

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── kaveh

When your friends offered the chance for you to gush about your charming boyfriend, you truly couldn't pass up the opportunity! If it were up to you, everyone would know of his amazing feats and lovely personality, everyone would know that Kaveh is worthy of all the love he receives from you!

"Well," You slump against your palm with a dopey little grin, bashful as you try to figure out where to start. "He's incredibly smart- I mean, if only you guys could see him when he's hard at work!" You sigh, "And he's kind! You should see him around animals- ah, but I do have to stop him from taking in every stray he meets." You giggle at the memory.

You just keep only rambling about all his accomplishment and qualities. It's hard to stop you, but they're not trying to either- they're happy to hear you talk about it!

"And also," Your face grows warm, and your friends prod to see what's got you so bashful when you were rambling just seconds ago! They're giggling as you finally give in. "Well, you know, he's pretty~"

Their giggles continues as you now talk about his silky hair and gorgeous smile but their laughter dies down within seconds and you furrow your brows. What has them looking so shell-shocked?

"Guys?" You turn to follow their line of sight only to be met with a tomato-faced Kaveh. "K- Kaveh!?" You squeak, "When did you get here?" Kaveh clears his throat, twirling a strand of his hair.

"J- Just now! I didn't hear anything about my silky hair- o- or pretty... face..." His covers his face with his hand, unable to look at you. He's so flustered! Your friends usher you out of the booth and tell you to go have some time with your pretty boy~

And once again, who could you pass up such an offer?

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── alhaitham

You couldn't just sit there and let your friends assume Alhaitham wasn't romantic! You had to defend his honor! And thus, you began your complicated explanation. Your friends just rolled their eyes every time- they're thinking you most be making all of it up— but you're truly not!

"One time, when we were out on a walk, he pulled me into his side before someone could run in to me! That's very romantic you know? Had my heart racing!" You nod, but they just look you over. Was that romantic?

"Suuure." They sigh, "You know, you don't have to make up scenarios."

"I'm not!" You whine, "Oh! I know, once he had helped me get all my paperwork done! He stayed up so late with me, and when we finished he gave me a kiss and told me I worked hard! Isn't that romantic?"

"...Uhm-"

"Or," You continue to ramble on mildly romantic, although very sweet, situations you've had with Alhaitham. They all have just decided to ride this out, because you're clearly not giving up. Finally you had enough, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Whatever, you guys just don't understand, I'm done talking."

"Oh, really? I wanted to hear more." You tense up, that voice... You turn around to see Alhaitham, book in hand and a smug grin on his face. "I had no idea you felt so fiercely about this matter."

"Where-? When-? How-!?"

Biting back his chuckles, he stands from his seat and offers you a hand. "Shall we head home now? It's getting late."

"Oh! Oh, yeah," You nod, taking his hand. He helps you up, and bids your friends goodbye before you two take your leave. Perhaps he managed to sway there opinion just a little bit.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── tighnari

You were out to collect some samples with a little team of yours, when you came across a flower you'd yet to see. "Wait, don't get too close it might-" But it's too late, your sprayed with a fume of sort! Within seconds you're a dopey, giggly mess. Your poor friends are hearing you harp on about your handsome boyfriend, Tighnari.

"He's soooo handsome! You'll have to meet 'im! Such a pretty face!" Your friend groans. Why did you have to be so in love with your boyfriend? You're making this trip back to the village insufferable for all your single friends.

"And- And he's sooo cool! Really! He's a forest ranger, y'know? And super smart- he can cure me when we get back so don't even worry 'bout lil' ol' me~" You smile at the thought of Tighnari lovingly taking care of you.

"Also, his tail so soft 'nd his ears, 'nd... uhm... hmm... what was I saying? Oh right! He's just very soft 'nd lets me play with his tail whenever I'm sad!" You sigh, getting mopey now, "I miss him. I miss my boyfriend," You cry, "I wanna see Tighnari! I want my super smart and cool and handsome boyfriend to cure me!" Thankfully they drop you off at Tighnari rather quickly. Although his ears had longed picked up your lovesick rambles. He sighs, and instead of 'lovingly taking care of you' he scolds you as he administers the antidote. Thankfully he's run into this plant before.

When you awake, you don't seem to have any memory of how you were gushing about him to your friends, but he remembers. And now that he knows you're safe he can't help but tease you.

"It's a good thing I'm super smart and cool and handsome and could cure you." He says. You furrow your brows. It's not like Tighnari to brag about his genius. You nod, and he chuckles. Ah, it seems you still don't remember- but when you do, it'll be fun to see your flustered expression.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── cyno

"A- And so he said, 'How does a buffalo say goodbye to his son? Bison.'" You start cackling, whilst your friends wince. They all shared a look with each other, before giving you a pitying one. Perhaps you were really delusional. The General Mahamatra cracking jokes? And ones as bad as you had restated?

When you lift your head, wiping away the tears, you frown at their lack of laughter. Was it not funny enough? Well, that's okay, you still have a load more to tell them.

Of course, as you continue on with the terrible puns and jokes, you don't seem to notice that Cyno has arrived at the café where you said you'd be. He didn't mean to eavesdrop but upon hearing his name he feared you were perhaps talking about a possible grievance you had with him. He's relieved you're telling your friends how funny he is.

In fact, Cyno feels pride swell in his chest as you retell his jokes. Sure, the delivery is not as good as his, but he's still proud that you enjoyed his jokes so much as to retell them! You find him funny! It makes him so incredibly happy.

After watching you for quite some time, you laughter turns into a small pout. It seems your friends don't believe someone as powerful as Cyno can also be funny. He decides to step in now, but not before taking notice of everyone's coffee order.

"I'm here to pick you up." He looks at your friends, "Thanks a Latte (a lot) for taking care of them in my absence." He then addresses you, smiling softly. "You look brew-ti-ful (beautiful) tonight."

You giggle at his puns, whilst your friends faces morph into a mixture of shock, terror, and disgust. You were right. He did make terrible jokes. They'd have a lot to process, but you didn't care anymore as you intertwine your fingers with Cyno's and walk home, laughing at the other jokes he decides to tell.

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Yotasuke Takahashi: Why “Talent” Will Never Be Enough

Picture this: 

You’re Yotasuke Takahashi. You leaned into drawing when you were young because maybe at that time, you do like it, you scribble what you like on the paper, a childish but a pure intention to immortalize the things you love. You never had big ideas on being an artist — Hell, even the day you picked up a pencil was probably just coincidence. You have no drive nor passion behind your actions, it was just something you do. 

But then, people started labelling that as “talent”. And all of a sudden, you were being expected to be an artist because of what they call “talent”. Your identity shifted to that of “someone who draws well”, the lingering silhouette that was imprinted on others’ mind. Your fate was decided on your behalf when you didn’t even know what fate was. There was no choice, for better or worse. You will be an artist. 

So, you started to do what artists would, but only under the command of others. Because they were the one who laid down this path you never choose, but it wasn’t like you had any other paths to walk on, so you can only string along with heavy, unwilling footsteps. You couldn’t help but feel contempt, and yet — you keep walking. 

You slowly realize this road you were taking was getting harder to walk on.

You started to notice your pace was falling off, despite getting a head start. There were peers on this road, who feels vastly different from you, who you look at in jealousy because they didn’t have to choose art, the thing you were good at and struggling to love so hard. Yet they are still surpassing you, without the “talent” you have. 

You’re afraid now. 

The fear that always broiled in the back of your mind started to leak out, that without your “talent”, you will be no one — the thought that was supposed to be comforting suddenly feels so terrifying. You desperately wanted to widen the gap, but you never knew how, and you couldn’t bring yourself to work hard on the very thing you dislike. So, you just stand and look at the gap closing in.

Because you know you were lacking something from the start. 

And talent was never enough.

wonbin being too scared to go on rides. he hasnt liked them since a little boy—hes never been on one but just looking at all the ups and downs and twists and turns is too intimidating. the gut to throat feeling when going down a really steep and fast coaster doesnt seem like a nice feeling to him. he doesnt understand why anyone enjoys that. wheres the pleasure? he is not the type to sacrifice his own comfort just to prove his image to you. when it comes to something scary—theres no room for discussion. he. is. not. doing. it. he doesnt care if you laugh at him or call him a loser or whatever other name. it wont diminish his ego anyway. hes more than fine to let you go do it alone as he watches from afar. on the ground. behind the safety barrier. maybe even a couple inches back from the safety barrier. just for extra safety. after all it was your idea to come to an amusement park. you knew he wasnt gonna go on the rides with you. like how dare you take your babygirl princess to a place he hates most. . . “come onnnn, ill hold your hand the whole time wonbin i promise~ its gonna be fun” even with your sweet tone he still looks at you with a completely appalled look that youre seriously trying to convince him right now. you grab at his wrists and try pulling him toward the line of the ride. youre stretching his arms out as his feet stay glued to the cement beneath them refusing to move. obviously hes not gonna budge but you just like to tease him. he throws his head back and complains. you laugh at his annoyed reaction. so you take his hands and instead drag him to a churro stand from across your view (which you know he wont reject) . you sit on a bench and share your cinnamon and sugar coated rods of fried dough—wiping the residues off his face every once in a while. you sit and lovingly stare at your boyfriend taking in his gentle nature. hes just a boy who doesnt like scary things and that makes him him

★ silly stickers — itoshi rin

꠴ itoshi rin x fem!reader

content: established relationship, mentions of bruises and fights, stickerzz!!

"you're silly."

rin doesn't respond, as he has the last two times you've said that. aside from your occasional repeated comment, the only sound filling your small kitchen was the clattering of rin's chopsticks against the bowl in front of him, and the sticker sheets that fill the rest of the table.

with a bored pout on your face, you peel off a particularly glittery sticker, not hesitating to boop it right over his bandaged nose. "silly."

his eyes lift from his food to glare at you, which is also what he's done for the past three— now four times you've called him that. the two of you stare at each other silently before you break the eye contact, peeling off a heart sticker and smacking it right on his forehead. after all, it's kind of difficult to find him intimidating when his cheeks are stuffed with food.

right when you were going to pull your hand back, he grabs onto your wrist, stopping you midair. "stop it." his voice sounds slightly muffled to your ears as he's shoved whatever was in his mouth into one cheek.

"why?" you shimmy your arm out of his grasp, picking up another fresh sheet. "you didn't stop when i told you not to get into another fight."

silence. that one got him.

three seconds pass. rin's eyes narrow at you, then averting his gaze as he continues chewing. the air didn't feel as tense as you thought it would be, as if rin's managed to find a way to telepathically communicate that he's sorry in some way.

he really is silly, getting hit in the face like that. is he not worried about injuries? is he not worried that his poor attempts at hiding the bandage would cause his own girlfriend to be so pissed at him? seriously... you don't even want to imagine what that bruise looks like right now.

and here you are, using stickers to take out your frustration. "silly, silly, silly." your insults are starting to sound more sweet, lips curling from how cute he looks being all grumpy.

your canvas knows no bounds as his face runs out of space, expanding to his neck and hands. he can only sit there and endure your "punishment", because he'd rather have stickers all over him than have you genuinely upset with him.

a/n: plot? whats that? we dont need that...

If the sky is pink and white 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼 If the ground is black and yellow

sometimes a girl just gotta lay down in a dark room and play the same 8 mitski songs over and over