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mercuriians · 4 months

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synopsis ☆ you're forced to confront your feelings for aomine when your plans go wrong at a party.

content info — angst to fluff, some hurt/comfort, fem! reader, mutual pining (reader & aomine are both idiots), little bit suggestive at the end. also, as a WARNING, this work contains references to underage drinking so if that makes you uncomfortable then please don't read this.

word count — 3.1k words.

author's note — first full knb fic i've written!! yeahhh i got carried away so oops. wasn't really sure how to end it but i hope it's alright either way. while i was writing this fic i was listening to take a chance with me and lowkey by NIKI, so if you want to feel the vibes of the story then u should listen to those songs, they're amazing i promise. hope u guys enjoy this!!

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault."

you aim for your words to be sharp, accusatory, and scathing, filled with the type of poison that conveys just how irritated you felt at the moment; they’re intended to withdraw some kind—any kind, actually, since it’s aomine you’re talking to—of guilt or acknowledgement from the boy, or at the very least a sign that yes, he was the one who deserved the blame, and every ounce of it too.

however your objective falls short, and there’s a thought that irritatingly lingers at the back of your unusually sluggish mind: that, really, you weren’t exactly free from fault either. but it isn’t like you want to admit that because even the boy next to you knows the extent of your obstinacy and pride.

it’s a shame, and it’s quite ironic too, that your words are ultimately what betray your integrity. the way they come out breathless, slightly slurred, and definitely nowhere near scathing says more than enough.

earlier, you might have drunk a bit more than you were supposed to.

but to be fair, it was kise's seventeenth birthday. knowing how passionate he became whenever the subject was about parties or having fun or legitimately just having the spotlight on himself, the celebration turned out to be rather wild, to say the least. though when you had all five—technically six—members of the miracle generation gathered in the same area, as well as some of their respective teammates, the pandemonium was likely the only thing you could even anticipate. besides the heavy stench of testosterone of course.

see, your original plan was to spend the night quietly spectating the crowd. you never really liked parties, and you never really liked all the chaos that it brought. what you did like, though, was watching that same chaos unfold before your eyes. you even prepared your childhood friend to be by your side when it all went down, with his fluffy baby blue hair and his innocent, perceptive gaze never straying too far from where number two sat contentedly, playing with a rubber ball.

"how long do you think it'll take before kagami and aomine get into a brawl?" you had mused, hiding your amused grin behind your hand as you watched the two basketball players get into an argument over what the next song would be.

all the while, you hoped that kuroko didn’t see the way your eyes dipped towards the area of skin that aomine’s shirt haphazardly left exposed.

luckily he didn’t seem to notice. either that or—this was more likely—he was kind enough not to comment.

"ten minutes." kuroko had stated bluntly, answering your question. as it turns out, he wasn't far off from the mark.

so, for the first half of the party, your plan worked. you sat by the corner, languidly drinking from your cup of apple juice while you chatted with kuroko about anything that came into your mind. everything was fine, things were going well on your part, and at some point, you even sang along to the cheesy pop music that the speakers blasted.

most of all, you managed to avoid aomine.

but to put it frankly, shit hit the fan the moment the clock hit eleven. a bit surprisingly, the instigator wasn’t aomine, or takao, or even the golden birthday boy himself. no, it was sweet, exuberant momoi.

looking back on it, maybe your surprise was unreasonable. this was the same girl who could make eerily accurate predictions simply based off the statistics she collected from the court, and with you being a basketball player yourself, you knew just how scheming momoi could be when she really wanted to. that, and the fact that she happened to be another one of your childhood friends.

yeah, you probably should have realized that she was plotting something.

yet the realization never dawned on you. not when she offered you three consecutive cups of sake and claimed that “it’s to help you loosen up!”, not when she managed to pull you away from kuroko, not when she proposed the stupidly cliche spin the bottle game, and definitely not when she forced aomine to sit directly across from where you were.

after watching a few hilarious and awkward rounds, it was only inevitable for you to be the one spinning the bottle, and it was only inevitable for the damned thing to land on the one boy you were hoping to skip. and no, not because you hated him, but precisely because you simply couldn’t. it was impossible to not like aomine, even with his laziness, arrogance, perversion, and occasional playboyish tendencies. the truth was that behind every flaw of his, there were just as many positives, whether it was his obstinate loyalty or his unwavering honesty or his genuine respect for those who earned it.

so no one could blame you for the way your breath caught in your throat when aomine held your gaze and when he eventually began to make his way over. “this okay with you?” he asked nonchalantly as if this was a light, casual matter, and as if he didn’t care at all. yet, there was a slight, barely noticeable tightness in his navy gaze. had you not known him for years now, you likely wouldn’t have picked up on that small detail.

but as small as it was, really, it was anything but. and with your heart beating just a bit faster, you knew exactly why.

you nodded your head wordlessly, your lips parting, your eyes meeting his, and your message being spoken and understood through that eye contact alone. aomine leaned in, and you closed your eyes.

his lips were chapped, and his hand felt rough and calloused against your skin, but you felt a trail of fire prickling through your body anyway. quicker than you would have liked to admit, you found yourself falling deeper. you hoped, for a brief, flickering moment, that aomine felt the same. maybe, within his mind, there were thoughts of you.

swirls of past memories, like when you two would play basketball together, sweat dripping down your faces, soaking the fabric of your clothes as you focused on not letting him score; fragments of the future, like what it would be like to attend college together; and wishes for the present moment, like maybe how he wanted you to be his, just as you've wanted him to be yours since the last year of junior high.

you pulled aomine in closer, fingers digging into his collar. the logical part of your mind shrieked, voice raising in volume the longer you pressed your body against his, but you shut the thoughts out.

very, very vaguely, it occurred to you that the alcohol made your heart beat faster, made your spirit burn recklessly in a way that you hadn't known before.

for better or for worse, aomine noticed too.

and the moment you regained all sense of control, you realized that you no longer felt the weight of his body, or the warmth of his lips. bright lights flooded your vision as you opened your eyes. aomine stood a foot or two away, his shirt a bit crumpled from where you had gripped the fabric.

there was a certain kind of look on his face, but the problem was that you were unable to decipher it. this was the first time you couldn't read him.

fear settled into your bones.

had you just ruined everything between the two of you? not just the chances of ever dating him, but your friendship as well? should you have kissed him in the first place? what kind of person did he think you were now?

what had you done wrong, and why did you ever even accept those drinks from satsuki?

suddenly the room was full of too many people, and there were too many sounds and the lights were starting to blind you and damn it you couldn't even hear yourself think. in the heat of panic, you found yourself running, murmuring mindless apologies to whoever you almost crashed into.

you didn't stop until you reached kise's balcony. it was small, barely enough for three people to fit in, but the fact that you were able to taste the crisp june night air was enough.

unfortunately, it turned out that you only had a few minutes to spend alone with your thoughts. before long, the sound of the glass door sliding open disrupted the silence. you closed your eyes, praying to whatever was above that it wasn't the one person you wanted to avoid.

"wow, you really don't want to talk to me, huh?" a gruff, low voice dryly remarked. well, shit.

your eyes flew open. "i—uh, aomine," you cleared your throat hastily, "what did i.. did i say that out loud?"

"sure did," he confirmed. you heard him walking towards you before you saw him slide into the narrow space on your left. cautiously, you snuck a glance; his expression seemed to be unbothered, but knowing what happened ten minutes ago, you wouldn't risk a bet on it.

his eyes met yours. "you've been acting off," he remarked.

you refrained from rolling your eyes, like it wasn't already clear enough. "yeah, well, the sake that satsuki gave me was.. um, expired." you lied, and quite messily too. "made my stomach feel weird."

"she made me check the expiration date before her mom bought it," aomine deadpanned, and for the umpteenth time that night you wished that the floor was kind enough to swallow you whole. "and your stomach seems fine to me."

"well you wouldn't know that," you shot back, somewhat angrily. "and why did—how did satsuki even get her mom to buy alcohol in the first place?"

"her mom was the one who suggested it," aomine shrugged. despite the twinge of surprise that you felt—you weren't exactly sure if an adult was allowed to buy alcohol for seventeen-year-olds—it was quickly washed away and forgotten, overshadowed by the look that the boy suddenly gave you.

"so, are we gonna keep dodging the topic or what?"

your shoulders sagged, your arms crossing over your chest instinctively. "what is there to talk about?" you muttered.

"look, between the two of us, you're definitely the smarter one," aomine stated bluntly. "so quit actin' like you don't know what happened back there, (name)."

a heavy sigh escaped from your lips, frustration welling up within your chest all over again. you found it quite difficult to even breathe at the moment. "i don't want to do this right now," you stated. "so please just leave and we can pretend like—"

"that's the problem right there," aomine interrupts, an unprecedented twinge of emotion filling his voice. it was anger and frustration akin to yours, yes, but there was something else—something that you could reluctantly guess stemmed from a place that he'd kept hidden until now. "you keep avoiding me like i'm the damn plague or something. i didn't even do anything wrong, and if you feel like i did, then i can't do anything about it because you're not telling me shit."

and that right there brings you to the present moment, the buildup to the storm that's about to wreak havoc and tear up the land.

"you know, ahomine, this entire thing was your fault." you hiss, every ounce of your feelings pouring out without abandon. it's messy, it's unorganized, and it's raw; maybe none of it even makes sense, or maybe all of it does. you don't bother trying to wrap your head around it because there's no use in doing so.

for once, you don't think, and you let your words spill out like water from a broken faucet.

"it's your fault because you made me feel this way about you, even though you're one of the laziest, rudest, and most obnoxious people i know, not to mention that you read those perverted magazines. but you're also one of the most loyal and genuine, and i know that you would never lie. not on the court, and not outside of it, either. and that just—a-all of it frustrates and confuses me because we're polar opposites. you say whatever's on your mind, and you don't care about what people think about it. i can't do that."

you take a moment to breathe, to slow down, and to collect your scrambled train of thought. "i think that's why i don't tell you things like this. i'm probably drunk right now, but i think you want someone who's as unafraid as you are, someone who takes charge of the situation instead of being in the background. the only time i can be bold is when i play basketball. because then it's just—"

"just you, the ball, and the person in front of you," aomine finishes. surprisingly, his tone is soft, even understanding, and you look up to meet his gaze. "i know how that feels."

"it's like nothing else matters when you're on the court," you whispers, and the boy next to you nods. "all of it is simple. it's nothing like having to deal with your emotions, and having to understand them."

"you're right about that," aomine agrees. there are a few, shocking beats of silence that ensue, both of you seeming to ponder on your individual thoughts. "but, you know, the way you kissed me back there said a lot."

your face flushes pink. "yeah, i know," you mumble, turning your head away as you rest your arms against the railing. there's an uncomfortable feeling that sinks into you, just being aware that aomine knows how you've felt about him for years. you don't remember ever feeling as exposed as you do now.

"you're a good kisser," he comments somewhat offhandedly. "makes me wonder how it'll feel like to do that again in the future."

you pause.

your mouth drops open. "huh?" you stammer embarrassingly. "you can't joke about this, aomine—"

"look at me," he interrupts, softly but firmly. with hesitation swirling within your mind, you raise your head to meet his sapphire eyes. there's no trace of humor, or scorn, or sarcasm anywhere on his face, however. in fact, the seriousness exuding from his expression feels undeniably out of character.

and yet he's never looked as breathtaking as he does now.

"i hate saying this, but i think satsuki really did succeed this time." seeing the confusion on your face, aomine explains, "i tried pretending like i didn't have feelings for you either, because like you said, it feels weird. i guess ignoring them was more convenient for me, too. but, satsuki being satsuki, i guess she got bored of us being idiots and pulled this entire thing together."

"she's an orchestrator," you mutter, astonished. "wait, so, this means that you like me too—i'm not hallucinating?"

"nope, your ears are working perfectly fine." he states. "i've liked you ever since you broke my ankles and put me on my ass back at teiko."

overcome with surprise and glee—none of this feels real, still—you can't help but snort. "weren't you pissed when i did that? i mean i remember kise drooling over me, and akashi-kun giving me a compliment, but you were definitely upset." fond memories flash within your mind as you remember the sheer embarrassment and anger on a thirteen-year-old aomine's face.

"and i was, believe me," the boy chuckles. "but that was the first time a girl played against me and won. usually, they would just crowd around me and ramble about how hot i was. it was an unexpected change, but it was nice. kind of turned me on, too."

the last part almost causes you to choke on your saliva.

"such a pervert," you accuse him, a tint of pink staining your cheeks. "i don't even wanna know the thoughts that filled your head."

"i was thinking about how great of a girlfriend you'd be," aomine grins, stepping towards you. he reaches out, his hand moving to fix the strands of hair that covered your face. "and how pretty you'd look wearing my jersey."

"we can talk about that later," you swallow, looking up at him through your lashes, the party long forgotten. "right now, all you have to think about is kissing me again."

"that's easy," he retorts, his strong arms circling around your waist protectively. aomine leans down, his eyes slowly sliding shut, and his distinctive scent—cedarwood, smoke, and a hint of sweat—washes over you as his lips slot against yours.

unlike before, the kiss isn't frenzied or desperate; still, it maintains an air of passion, which both of you can clearly feel. his hands are curious, wandering and tracing areas all over your clothed body, almost as if he's trying to imprint them into his memory. they finally rest comfortably on the small of your back, with your own hands perched on his broad shoulders.

sneakily, he bites your lip, prompting a small, sharp whimper. your mouth opens invitingly, and his tongue sneaks in, swirling around your own.

when you pull away a little while later, you find yourself panting. your chest heaves with every breath, and your knees start to feel weak. "and you say i'm the good kisser," you say breathlessly, reaching up to give him one more peck.

"well i wasn't lying, was i?" he raises his brows slightly, making you giggle. "i had to stop myself from going even further."

"nobody said you had to stop," you whisper under your breath, catching him by surprise.

"trust me, i didn't want to," aomine leans down again, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "but we're both a little drunk right now."

his words bring you a renewed sense of clarity, or at least something resembling it. he's telling the truth, really; doing anything reckless under the influence of alcohol is quite far from being a good decision. "and i thought you were supposed to be a delinquent," you tease him harmlessly.

"even delinquents use their brain sometimes, (name)," he rolls his eyes. "besides, i'm starving right now. i wanna eat some of the onigiri that kagami made, even though he gets under my skin."

"he's a really good cook," you sigh in admiration, examining aomine's expression closely, "and he's handsome, too.."

he scowls. "watch it," the boy warns, "don't say anything you're going to regret later."

"sorry, daiki," you apologize with a grin. "it's just fun to tease you."

"whatever," aomine mutters. "tomorrow, i'll get my payback."

#kuroko no basket #knb fanfic #knb aomine #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #knb x reader #knb x you #aomine fluff #kuroko's basketball #i love him #✎— ❝devon writes❞

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years

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Hot things the Straw Hat men do

Summary: These are things that the Straw Hat men unknowingly do that you think is attractive. (Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, and Sanji)

Warning: Luffy and Zoro being mean, mentions of Reader being in danger

Money D. Luffy:

Smiling in the face of danger

Luffy rarely takes anything seriously, and when he does, he gives that one thing one hundred present of his focus, but still, very rarely do you get to see him get really angry. This is one of your favorite traits about him. He has an innate ability to laugh during most any situation, even when he knows he can't win.

Making important decisions

Despite his role as captain, it took Luffy a while to come into his own and fill those shoes. Having been through this with him, it's always a pleasant surprise when he an informed, uncontestable decision for the crew. You love to see him command the respect of his ship.

Laughing at you when you get flustered

Luffy can sometimes be pretty cruel with his treatment of you, laughing at your expense when he's done something to make you blush. He'll point out your cherry cheeks to his friends, comment on how cute you look. Little does he know, he's making the problem worse.

Roronoa Zoro:

Ignoring you

Zoro hardly gives you the time of days on most occasions. He doesn't tend to entertain drama or nagging, so if you go to him with an issue, and he doesn't have the energy for it, he'll simply pretend you aren't there, or feign ignorance to get you frustrated.

Telling you to adjust your attitude

If Zoro ever gets the feeling that you're manner of speaking isn't to his liking, he will never hesitate to correct it. Sometimes its as benign as a simple warning, but other times, if you're really annoying him, he'll grab you by either your wrist, your your cheeks and say: "Fix your attitude. Now."

Cleaning his swords

It goes without saying the Zoro takes very good care of his swords, usually filling any downtime that isn't spent napping cleaning them. Sometimes, your watch him from across the deck as he gently strokes the blades with a microfiber cloth. Occasionally, you'll get caught, and be subject to his teasing.

God Usopp:

Being brave

Usopp's impressive movements were few and far between when you first met, but now that two years have passed, you've noticed a lot of personal growth in him. He's more likely to jump into battle now days, and when he does, you think it's so attractive. Especially when he stands in front of you, not caring what happens to him, just as long as you get back to the ship safe.

Caring for his hair

Usopp has a very serious hair regiment, being only one of two Straw Hats to have textured hair. It goes without saying that he takes very good care of his curls. This means sleeping in bonnets, using protective styles, oils, scalp massages, everything! Occasionally, you catch him on the sofa or something, with his hair down and no type of accessory on. Usually, during these times, he'll be reading, or sketching, unconsciously detangling or twisting his coils with his fingers.

Talking about his interests

Without a doubt, Usopp is one of the most passionate people you've met when it comes to things he's interested it. Any time he comes up with some new gadget or star, he'll instantly run to you and talk your ear off over it. You don't understand most of it, and he talks too fast for you to grasp what he's actually saying, but you don't mind. You honestly love how his eyes light up every time.

Vinsmoke Sanji:

Cooking

Obviously, Sanji is an amazing chef, but it's not necessarily his food that you find attractive, but how he cooks it. For him, being a chef isn't just a job, its a passion and he truly takes his time with everything him makes, and pours his heart into every dish. Sometimes, you can sneak in the kitchen and watch him at work, classical music in the background as he delicately lays slices of protein into a pan, before pouring in a stream of white wine, sipping on a glass of some himself.

Flirting with you

Sanji is a notorious flirt, and you were aware of that the first day you met him, but there have been a few occasions when he flirts with just you, in that very special way that only he can. He'll take you by the hand, and look deeply and lovingly into your eyes, cooing the sweetest, most encouraging things. You know that more often then not it's because he wants something, or that you need the strength to do something that will turn the tides of a brawl, but it always makes you feel so one of a kind.

Fighting for you

Other times, when you can't find the strength to get up, and no amount of sweet nothings will help you rise, Sanji takes it upon himself to be your person protector. He'll usually turn to you, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and whisper something kind, before having someone pull you away, before stepping up to your challenge.

I hope you liked these! I am now taking OP requests as well, if you're interested in dropping one!

#asks open #one piece #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #god usopp #one piece hcs #one piece x reader #straw hats x reader

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tunabesimpin · 1 year

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🦚 TWST OC MITCHELL INFO 🦚

New oc alert! ^v^ getting more used to painting first and then lining so this came out more detailed than Tunas LOL

BASIC INFO

TAG : #twst Mitchell

Name : Mitchell / Mitty Class : 2-E (Student no. 5) Birthday : July 31st Age: 17 Height : 171 cm Dominant Hand : right Best Subject : Music Hobby : Idol Dislikes : Clutter & tight spaces Favorite Food: Potato Kabob Least Favorite Food : Spaghetti Talents : Dance (Ballet Specific)

Quick Summary: Mitchell or Mitty, is a micro-celebrity idol. Covering popular songs and trending dances, Mitty is determined to follow his childhood idols footsteps! Even though he couldn't join auditions to be in a group, Mitty has created a good following on his magicam and magitube accounts. As Flamboyant as he is, he still gets shy when complimented or meeting people he looks up to. Overall this peacock beastman is slowly learning step by step how to brainwash everyone to be his fan! (/j... unless?) ^o^

APPEARANCE

A peacock beastman with bright purply-pink hair and eyes. He has an ahoge that is not normal hair, turning blue towards the end. Above his left brow and below his left eye he has beauty marks. His overall body type is thin, toned and with hip dips. Very often Mitty applies red eyeshadow and lipstick as well as applying mascara and contact lenses to make his eyes appear larger. He has lobe piercings, but rarely wears earrings due to his hair covering or getting tangled easily. As for fashion he prefers deep reds and dark cool colors usually in lolita styles. For more casual looks he prefers loungewear like cardigans and loose pants.

PERSONALITY + BACKGROUND

As a child Mitchell was extremely influenced by anime idols and cute idol groups alike. Going as far as performing his favorite songs and dances in school talent shows. However, his obsession with making the crowd feel "awe-inspired" he often used his UM to his advantage. This didn't do well with many of his teachers and other parents... so surprisingly enough Mitty had many detentions in their early years. This record left him in dim lights for group auditions. Mittys mindset got a bit skewed and began to think... I will just have to try harder to rule the crowd! Overtime their hope to inspire morphed into wanting the world to love him (through mostly any means).

Upon entering NRC Mitchell had begun seeking attention online and decided a "debut concert" was most necessary. After the entrance ceremony Mitty went back to the mirror chamber, set up his phone camera and began to perform one of his favorite routines! Thus started his online career! While he is not as popular as others, he does have a few hundred supporting him and in his mind that's the first step to his domination!

Personality wise, Mitty is pretty dense when it comes to anything besides his interests and doesn't take no for an answer. No literally it will go in one ear out the other. Despite this he does take everything surprisingly seriously, ok not rejection, but everything else! However compliments? He will grin from ear to ear, go red and just absoluetly adore you! He can be a bit clingy when he's like this, but he's just happy some one likes him. When it comes to friendship though... well he's not a terrible friend, but he does tend to only think of himself most of the time... at least he will buy you things to make it up to you;; Just don't ask him for emotional advice too much he really isn't good at it. Overall he's a bit of an annoying person, but his shy and bashful bursts at compliments may be something redeemable.

Academically he is average. He does amazing is music but that's about it, everything else is passing at least. He struggles with history most due to his disinterest in remembering about people who aren't his idols.

In his free time, Mitty practices dance and song covers from his favorite medias. Posting them as often as he records and of course running to Cater for help very often. If they're not doing that, he's grooming his feathers or sewing new outfits. Occasionally he will tour around campus and invade dorms to take photos in his newest creations as well as show them off.

ABILITIES

UM- Focus on me! "Let me show you who's the main star!" -This unique magic allows Mitchell to take on his peacock beast-form. When showing off his beautiful feathers they act as a hypnotizing charm; causing dizziness, crossed vision, and luring people into a trance like state. If used with full force, Mitchell can force the afflicted to follow his movements. -Movement can not be fast or the afflicted will snap out of the trance. -strength of effects depends on the amount of magic used in this UM. Less input and you can expect a simple charm and lull effect, but with heavy input the effects will increase. -Small to medium blot manifestation; long term use at low levels is usually fine, but after a few hours blot formation rate will increase.

RELATIONSHIPS

Relationship chart to be made !

Notable Relationships:

Vil & Mitty : Mitty looks up to Vil and respect him so much! While he isnt into acting, Vils prowess and social media standing are impressive! Mitty is too busy fangirling and stuttering to speak to Vil casually. Vil doesn't seem to mind so long as it doesn't effect his work.

Cater & Mitty : Mitty joined the pop music club and immediately wanted to quit. It was quite contrary to what they expected. Cater and Kalim were quick to talk him into staying. Ever since, Cater has been a big help to Mitty in social media learning and Mitty may have taken to mimicking Caters speech online. Mitty says they're close friends, but Cater only see it as a casual friendship.

Riddle : Currently Mitty is trying to convince Riddle to form an idol duo. Riddle had been one of the first to "compliment" one of his dances, saying "Your dancing nice, however you are trespassing on Heartslaybl property!". Ever since, whenever Mitty visits Cater he doesn't hesitate to try and recruit the house warden. While Riddle does not hate him, he is often dumbfounded by Mittys inability to "read the atmosphere". It is not currently known why Mitty is obsessed beyond the nice comment.

Thanks for reading about Mitchell!! I did not realize until after i made his nickname Mitty that Mitty can mean "a fictional character given to grand and elaborate fantasies" and I think that's very fitting for him LMAOOOO anyways!!! Thank you for the support and time <3 !

#twst mitchell #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst fanart #twisted wonderland oc

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starandcloud · 10 months

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Dee Metal Family Headcannons

Lil head cannons I have about Dee, WILL be added on to- without a doubt- There probably won't be any explanations for these

He uses He/They pronouns.

"Low Support Needs" Autistic with special interests in: - Music - Languages - and Technology

Usually has his earbuds in for a sensory thing, not always listening to music.

His favorite subjects are: - Math - Art - Science - and Tech

His hair used to be longer, and he used to braid it but the way it laid against his back triggered sensory overload.

Same thing when he cut his hair to look like Glam's. Everything was okay, except for the fact that he could feel the air on the back of his neck, and it freaked him out. So, Glama and Vickey got him some thick chokers and a hoodie with a thick hood to wear while his hair grew out again.

When Dee was younger a teacher cut his hair, making him cry because of sensory issues. It kinda traumatized him.

He might be tone-deaf, but he plays the drums really well!

He can sing amazingly.

If he likes you, he'll charge less for his services.

He has a bunch of sketchbooks filled with random bullshit.

He's a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his grades and gets mad at himself if he gets below a 90% on anything.

He has AMAZING handwriting

Loves cats and feeds a stray one that's by the video store

Dee and Lif briefly dated but decided to just stay friends, she's his dealer now

Dee smokes weed/vapes to deal with stress but only when Heavy/his parents aren't home or it's late at night

100% has a Love/Hate relationship with his hair being played with. On one hand its soothing and on the other it's a massive overstimulation.

It's big on PDA but will hold your hand

Dee's a silent romantic. Which means: he'll stand behind you when you're on a stool/chair to catch you if you fall. When you're in the store he'll have his hand on the center/small of your back, when he walks you home he'll make sure you're on the "inside" of the sidewalk, his arm is around your waist (or his hand is on your waist), at random times. When/if he's at your/your are his house, he makes sure you're the farthest away from the door. "Just in case, you'll be safe", he told you that when you asked why you HAD to sleep on the inside of the bed. He'll order you gifts, and have them ordered to your house. If you bend down near something with a sharp corner, he'll cover it with his hand so you don't hit your head.

He labels EVERYTHING the two of you do as a date

He has a lot of picture of you, you make his heart happy

His favorite date with you, so far, was sitting/laying on a hill teaching you how to correctly vape with music playing in the black ground

His favorite flavor is literally ANYTHING strawberry

His vape is rainbow colored

Makes you playlists as a way to show his affection

NEVER hesitates to help you

Loves it when you wear his clothes

He has Life360 so he knows you're safe

Dee is always acutely aware of your body language, mood, and how you dress and talk. He knows when your period (if you possess a V) and leaves chocolate on your desk for you

Hasn't charged you for his help since you started dating

He'll never admit it, but he gets separation anxiety with you

He's acutely aware of your clothing and jewelry sizes

He got you and him promise rings with yours and his birthstones in them, he wears his around his neck because overstimulation

Applesauce is a safe food for him

He's not big on Energy Drinks but does like the C-4 Skittles

His favorite candy is the Wild Berry Skittles

Dee likes modern music but loves the walkman. He got one when he was twelve (12) and it broke after a few years it broke, which really upset Dee. So Chive MacGyvered it to work again and Glam bought another one, just in case Dee's broke again

Dee prefers colder weather because he, then, has an excuse to wear comfort/heavier clothes

He doesn't really do parties but goes if invited, so he's not seen as rude

He's touch-starved so, he loves it when you spontaneously hug him

He loves forehead kisses, "They're gentle and soft"

Dee tends to get clingy if it's been a while since the two of you saw each other (outside of school). He'll hold you from behind and hide his face in your neck to whine quietly. But if you're at his house/he's at your house he'll be little spoon or be cuddled up to your chest

If the two of you can't be alone while he's being clingy, he'll be irritable and hold onto you tightly

I can see him having BPD or Bi-Polar Disorder, he NEEDS to see/talk to you at least once a day so he doesn't start overthinking that you don't love him or you're leaving him

Has Anxiety and OCD

He loves to kiss you randomly, he revels in the sight of you blushing and hiding your face from him

Craves Skin-to-Skin contact. Hates the feeling of clothes against his hands/skin when he's trying to be affectionate

Can/Will/Has beat the crap out of someone for making you uncomorrtable when you had dressed up for a date. His mom helped while his dad and Heavy distracted you.

Before he was actually dating you everyone already thought you were. E.g.: #1 - "Love?" "Yes Dee?" "Did I leave my sweater at your house?" "The black and blue one?" "Yes, that one." "Yeah, I washed it" "..." ":)" "..." "?" "So it smells like you?" "Mhm!" "Good." #2 - "Dee?" "Yes Darling?" "Can I come over tonight?" "Of course, is everything okay?" "My parents-" "Enough said, Just wear my clothes" "Okay!" #3 - "Angel?" "Yes Dee?" "I love you Sweetheart." "I love you too Darling." #4 - "Sweet baby?" "Yes Batty?" "Can you check over my work please?" #5 - "Are you taking a shower?" "Mhm" "Okay." *Ten minutes later* "STOP GIVING ME YOUR CLOTHES!" "No, like how ou look in them." "..." "*smug ass grin* "... Would you like to cuddle?" "... Yes... Please..." "Come here sweet baby"

Dee REALLY likes Calypso Lemonade

He does listen to Pop, but its sparingly

Loves to play with your hair, he usually does your hair and make-up

He gets jealous easily, and it shows

Calls you; "Love", "Darling", "Angel", "Sweetbaby"

You're one of the few people he lets play with his hair

He goes to pop concerts with you. He says it's just to make you happy, but he enjoys the music

He wears whatever you get him, no matter how silly or stupid it seems

He loves watching you do mindless things. Like draw or bite your like or start blankly into space, he usually gives you his notes from the class when that happens

Doesn't deal with yelling well, it's an over stimulation thing

He has TikTok so you can tag him in the vidoes you make with him

The next few could be seen as NSFW so here's the line to stop-

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He kisses your neck when you're sad to make you feel better

"God damn... You look so perfect like this...

Never hesitates to praise you; EX: - "This is perfect, you did so well" - "You're doing great baby, I'm so proud" - "You're handling this stress so well, good job" - "Good God... Look at you, doing such a good job..." - "Such a pretty baby." - "Did you do your makeup? You look great Love"

"Fuck... You're so pretty when you blush like that..."

#metal family #dee metal family #dee metal family headcannons #dee shvagenbagen #drabble

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Anatomy lesson (Reiner Braun x Reader)

Word count: 1 705

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Warning: modern AU, slight nsfw

Summary: Being a med student was never easy. But your beloved boyfriend Reiner Braun was eager to help you get your degree. Even if it involved long hours of helping you study and occasionally being your test subject. Or in this case, the best study partner for going over your old anatomy lessons.

Anatomy lesson

For someone who hated studying so much you chose the hardest degree in the entire universe. Medicine fascinated you your entire life. You dreamed of becoming a doctor since you were just a little girl. And now here you were... only a few months from graduating med school with amazing grades and a lot of opportunities for future residencies.

Did it make you happy? Yes, of course.

Did it also ruin your life on a daily basis? Yes, of course.

„Hey there, sweetheart,“ said a familiar voice as soft lips kissed you behind your left ear. Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pulled you into a tight hug. Your back lightly bumped into a broad chest you loved using as a pillow. „Can I join you?“

„You scared me, where did you come from? I didn’t hear you unlocking the front door,“ you said a little shaken, looking over your shoulder at the familiar face. Hot water from the shower had already soaked his blond hair and made the longer strands stuck to his forehead. „How long have you been home?“

„Ten minutes maybe, don’t know. I wanted to wait for you in the living room, but you always take forever in the shower.“

„Yeah, I’m guilty of that,“ you admitted and gently brushed your lips against his mouth. „How was your day at work, darling?“

„Tiring as usual, but nothing a good warm shower with you couldn't wash away,“ Reiner said softly, his voice making you feel pleasantly warm on the inside.

You lived for long and impossibly hot showers. It was one of your favorite ways to unwind after a long and hard day. And today had been one of those. Even though you spent it at home, the last twelve hours were filled with studying, studying, and more studying. Just like the last couple of days. But despite that, you still felt like you knew absolutely nothing.

„And how was your day? You barely replied to my texts.“

„Filled with anatomy, mostly. I was going through old pre-recorded lessons from our professor, taking additional notes, making some new flashcards and stuff like that.“

„That’s why you’re listening to... whatever the hell you are listening to right now. Usually, you just blast some music while you shower and sing along, but today...“ said Reiner with a quiet laugh as the voice of your professor kept speaking from the laptop placed on the washing machine.

You felt guilty about taking a long break since you still didn’t cover all the study material you wanted today. Taking your laptop to the bathroom with you and leaving on one of the lectures was a fairly good tactic. But just until you almost completely zoned out and paid more attention to the water drops running down the walls.

„I don’t think I can contain any more information even though I am just going over materials I've already studied. But at the same time, I have a feeling that I know absolutely nothing. Like you can ask me about any topic and I’m just gonna blanky stare at your face like you were speaking in some foreign language.“

„You say that every time and then come home with the best grade possible,“ he says, leaning against your bare back and kissing you on the shoulder. „I'm sure you know everything you need, you've had anatomy before and did great. And the exam is next week you still have plenty of time to study some more.“

„I don’t think I have any energy left for that.“

„Come on, the finish line is just a few steps away. You made it too far to give up now.“

„I’m not giving up, just...“ you breathed and quickly turned around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Your and Reiner’s height difference was all fun and games until you had trouble kissing him whenever you wanted. He needed to bow his head a little so you could reach his lips comfortably. „I’m tired, Reiner.“

„But you’re doing great, baby. I’m really proud of everything you do every single day. Even the tiniest, most ordinary things.“

„But the tiniest and most ordinary things are not gonna get me my medical degree.“

„Maybe not, but they are an important part of our lives. You can’t just focus on one thing and ignore the rest. Life comes as this one really big thing made out of million smaller ones which are all almost equally important.“

You smiled a little and placed another kiss on his soft lips. Kissing Reiner was one of the single best things in the whole wide world. And you had the privilege to do so for the last four years. The two of you met just before you started med school, so he’s been with you through it all. Your best and worst days. He helped you study for many exams and sat with you patiently when you needed a volunteer to learn anatomy for the very first time or practice clinical skills before your rotations in the hospital.

He was always there. Always. Supporting you and loving you every step of the way. Helping out with housework, mostly cleaning and cooking when he had time after or sometimes even before going to work himself. You couldn’t imagine your life without him by your side. Some days you were so overwhelmed by the love he made you feel that you couldn't even remember how you used to live before meeting Reiner.

Were you truly living or just surviving? Waiting in the shadows for the greatest gift the universe had to offer?

Med school was undeniably hard and it took a lot of your free time. You spent long hours with your nose stuck in books and study materials, and even longer hours in the hospital wards. But Reiner was patient. He planned cute small dates, waited for you after your unpaid shifts at the hospital, and planned his own schedule around your needs.

You viewed him as the most stable element in your life.

And for that, you were eternally grateful.

„I believe in you, sweetheart. You can do anything you set your mind to,“ he said lovingly, cradling you in his strong embrace, and pulling you even closer to his chest.

There weren’t enough words in this universe you could use to express your love for this man. You were just so unbelievably grateful for his presence in your life. He could turn even your worst days into ones with beautiful memories and lots of love.

„Do you want to study some more tonight?“ You nodded your head, gently brushing your lips against his collarbone. One of your hands travels up his muscular back, rubbing soothing circles on his warm skin. „And would you like me to help you?“

„You should rest, Reiner.“

„I have a day off tomorrow so I’ll have plenty of time to rest then. Tonight I’m all yours.“

„How did I get this lucky?“

Without an answer, Reiner made you take some steps backward until your back lightly hit the wet wall. His hands came down to your hips, gently squeezing them as his lips found yours again. His kisses became more and more passionate, loving, and tender at the same time.

„You look so beautiful with your hair wet,“ he whispered into your lips, proceeding to plant small kisses along your jaw and neck. „Just so so beautiful,“ he continued in a low, raspy voice. His lips swept over your collarbone, lovingly kissing one concrete spot before he sucked the skin between his teeth.

„Reiner...“

Your body tensed a little, and your breath caught in your lungs as a soft whimper escaped your mouth. Reiner smiled against your skin, sliding his right hand down your thigh, the other one still resting on your hip.

„You wanted help with anatomy, right? I think this is the best and most efficient way. Practical skills before theory, am I right?“ he asked jokingly before kissing you between your breasts and sliding both of his hands around your waist and down under your butt. His toned muscular arms picked your up with ease.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kissed his lips again, playfully taking his lower lip between your teeth. „I’m not so sure, Reiner. How should this help me pass my final exams?“ you asked just a little out of breath, gazing right into his golden eyes. Gosh, you loved their color so much. In the sunlight, they sometimes looked like pools of sweet honey.

„I’ll show you in a bit, sweetheart.“

„Oh, okay. Go ahead, big boy,“ you teased him and cupped his face in your hands. He didn’t have time to shave this morning, but you didn’t complain even a little bit. The slight stubble around his chin, and lips looked really good on him.

„But we should move to the bedroom, it has a better... vibe for this kind of activity.“

„As you wish,“ you whispered submissively, reaching out your hand and without looking stopping the shower. Cold air almost immediately brushed against your heated skin, making you shiver in Reiner’s embrace. „Just be careful and don’t slip on the wet tiles like last time. You almost broke my arm.“

„That was a stupid inconvenience, and it won’t happen again. I’m always being careful with you.“

„Just until you lose yourself in the heat of the moment.“ Your lips pressed a small kiss to the right corner of his mouth as he carefully stepped out of the shower. He was always very careful and gentle around you like he was afraid of accidentally hurting you in any way. „Shouldn't we grab a couple of towels or dry ourselves first? The whole bed will be wet otherwise.“

„Who cares,“ Reiner murmured into your ear and made his way to your shared bedroom.

Your laptop stayed in the bathroom, the professor's voice from the pre-recorded lecture still sounding through the apartment. His anatomy lectures were always one of your favorites. But they were just too theoretical.

Nothing could've compared to the anatomy lessons you taught yourself with the eager help of your boyfriend.

#reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x you #reiner fluff #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot modern au

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Introducing the Krook Fankids!

Alban and Kyou Hunt!…What have I created?💀 You know what? It was worth it. Had to keep my blood oath with @bunnwich

Alright first things first, their descriptions

Alban Hunt (Eldest, 9 years old):

A young man who takes after Kei & Rook not only with his extreme attention to detail, has good eyesight to the point where he can see the tiniest of things from far away and can easily conceal himself from people’s line of sight without making a single noise. You would think that amazing skills like these Alban would become a hunter. Right? WRONG!

He actually wants to become a sorcery/magic investigator so that he can educate and inform people about the growing problem of overblots in Twisted Wonderland. He's been researching it for a long time and is very interested in the subject. Alban's reasoning is to simply keep those he finds around him safe; after all, blot is very corruptible, and the last thing he wants is for his family to be harmed by a sudden event like this.

With his strong will and confident attitude his family is sure that he’s destined for greatness with his profession. (What kind of anime protagonist storyline☠️)

Kyou Hunt (Youngest, 7 years old):

Oh boy…Kyou…what to say about Kyou.

She’s somewhat more tolerable than Rook but oh goodness is she something else. Kyou is very much the outdoorsy kind of kid who rolls in huge piles of leaves and chases down crows, the complete opposite of her brother. Not only is she a runner but she’s also a biter. Those bunny teeth are ruthless against the average park bully or just when she wrestles Alban.

Kyou primarily follows Rook. She is not only fast, but she is also very good at tackling her "prey" (poor saps that she wants to become friends with). She outran Rook at times, and this revelation made Rook even more proud of these tiny wild animals. “Okay, so she'd be a hunter, right?” NO, AGAIN!

Kyou would primarily like to be a thrill seeker in the future, engaging in whatever hobbies interest her because... She only has one life, and there is so much of the world she has yet to see. She's not going to waste it working in a specialized field or doing what her classmates and teachers want her to do. She wants to go on cool adventures like Kei to solve fun mysteries or thrive learning new skills with Rook. She'll go to any length to make the world around her exciting.

Trivia:

Although he doesn’t show it that often Alban is very protective of his younger sibling. Whenever kids make fun of Kyou’s bunny teeth (one of her insecurities) he’ll glare at them for so long the kids around him would be creeped out. Kyou has to bring him back to his senses from time to time and when she does she’ll instantly tease him.

“Awe!! Look at you protecting your precious sister!”

“ Ugh quiet! I wasn’t doing it for you. I just didn’t like how those kids were snickering…That’s all!”

“Sure…Love ya too Alban!”

Great at blending themselves in tall grassy areas where they can scare their friends or their parents just trying to relax

Has seen every one of Rook’s favorite musicals and knows all the lines by heart (It was absolute torture for them)

Learned how to speak French so they can understand what the hell Rook is saying most of the time

Enjoys going to work with Kei, which consists mostly of her going to her detective office in a nearby town and organizing her files. When no one comes in, they can run around and dance with Kei until they get bored.

Often rummages through Kei’s wardrobe, putting on her detective coat pretending to be her

Calls close friends cute French nicknames

Tagging the people who were there attending the blood oath ceremony: @cherryjkj @bloodiegawz @thetwstwildcard @oreoskys

#Alban Hunt #Kyou Hunt #twisted wonderland #oc #twst oc #twisted oc #my artwork #twst yuu #kei yoshihiko #twst #rook hunt #fankids #did i seriously do this? YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS I DID

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Hello! I wanted to put together a February 2023 fic rec bc I’ve read some very amazing fics so far this year. This includes my January recs as well bc I forgot to make one last month lol anyway, in no particular order, enjoy!!!

Love Is A Word, You Gave It A Name by CuckooTrooke/ @larrydoinglaundry (158k)

After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

Sweet Little You by @rosesforriley (112k)

Harry Styles has been passionately researching artificial pregnancy to give a shot at conception to anyone who cannot naturally conceive for years, and after nearly a decade, he finally cracks it. He's about to make medical and scientific history, and, well, who better to be the first test subject than himself? He's always wanted a baby after all. And who better to ask to help him conceive his baby than his goofy best friend/colleague who wants absolutely nothing to do with being a father? They sure would make a cute baby, wouldn't they?OR: Harry is having a baby and he's making it everybody's business.

Untangle Me by suicxne (103k)

Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake. It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It’s not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he’s good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system.Or the one where Harry and Louis finally get it right.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It’s Been December) by @greenfeelings (128k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

Teach Me How To Love by @perfectdagger (70k)

Louis can’t believe he’s third wheeling, again, so he scans the bar trying to find something better to do.

And he does, he recognizes a face.

That face looks angry, almost fuming and Louis takes a gulp from his beer and looks to the other side, pretending he didn’t even see the bloke, pretending he has no clue who that person coming over his way is. “You’ve told everyone and their mother that I’m a bad fucker?!”

That’s how Harry greets him Smooth. Not really. The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

Just Ask Me To by tellmethisisnotlove (120k)

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.

“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.

“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.

He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”

“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” Harry urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his.

Or the X Factor era canon fic where they learn how to be a couple and that not everyone is going to be on their sides especially those with plain white t-shirts and saccharine smiles.

Chasing, Searching, Dreaming by @parmahamlarrie (46k)

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @imogenleefic (234k)

When Harry Styles received acceptance into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat leaving him with three options:

1) Moving back into student halls. 2) Becoming homeless. 3) Moving in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other friends. He ended up choosing the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his new housemates reminded him why he only has one friend. If Louis Tomlinson had to choose one thing couldn't stand, it would be pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If he had to choose something he couldn't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they were opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that had no business be kept secret.

Tired Tired Sea by @mediawhorefics (113k)

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter. (the lighthouse au part 1)

14/09/2019 by @mediawhorefics (3k)

In mid-September, Harry comes home.

A Tired Tired Sea Coda. (the lighthouse au part 2)

#sorry for posting this 3 times I'm having technical difficulties lol #read #28th appreciation #2023 fic rec #larry fic rec

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yandereocs · 3 months

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Have you watched Hazbin Hotel yet on Amazon Prime? It is amazing! ^_^ I really love the songs! Seriously, the best ones so far are Loser, Baby (Huskerdust ftw!) and the Hell is Forever Reprise from episode 6!

* I did watch Hazbin Hotel!! Before I get into my opinion, I do want to say that I did watch the pilot when it came out and I watch Helluva Boss as the episodes come out. So I'm familiar with this universe. And also I hate Vivziepop

* This show, in my opinion, was not good 😭

* I mean, it was entertaining, kinda. It did it's job at making me and my sister want to keep watching and it got a few small laughs from us, but the excessive swearing really ruined a lot of potentially funny moments. But for a show that was in development THAT long, it was not as good as it could have been

* There's so much potential but a lot of things just don't turn out the way I think Viv wanted it to come out. Pacing is a huge issue since there's only eight episodes (although that might not be Viv's fault, but I'm not too sure), the characters feel so...flat? Honestly I don't even really like their designs all that much. Alastor is not really all that cool (he constantly talks about how strong he is but never really shows it??) and the songs kinda suck

* There are some good songs. My favorite is Poison, and Loser, Baby is also pretty good. You Didn't Know, More Than Anything and Hell's Greatest Dad are on my playlist. But all the other songs are just kinda...okay. Like, they're catchy but also there's just like at least one part of the song that makes me not enjoy it all that much. But, I'm aware that music is very subjective so obviously other people are going to feel differently

* I literally did not care for any of the characters other than like. Angel Dust and maybe Charlie. Everyone else just feels so lame, you know? Sir Pentious SUCKS man I HATE him. Husk is pretty chill and cool, but other than that I'm not too invested in him. Vaggie's twist did absolutely nothing to make me like her more and also her relationship with Charlie is so unbelievably boring. Nifty isn't all that funny in my opinion and Lucifer's design really bugs me

* There's so much potential for the characters and their stories but right now, they have fallen flat. Which is extremely disappointing. Because I want to see these characters grow and change and be people I can root for. But right now they just feel so bland, and like they have no depth. But I will watch season two whenever that comes out (assuming there will be one)

* I'm not gonna judge anyone who likes the show or the characters or whatever. But it was not a good show in my opinion. It can be, but it's not there yet

#asks #* I also have beef with one specific person who reblogged something with MY Husk and tagged it as the HAZBIN HOTEL Husk #* That made me so mad HAHA #* I'm not a shipper so maybe that's why I don't like any ships in the show #* But my sister ships people and even she agrees that Charlie and Vaggie are so boring #* Also I'm so sorry that you sent an ask saying how much you like the show and I'm going off about how much I think it sucked 😭😭#* In case anyone was gonna ask: I find Helluva Boss a bit better but it still has problems

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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From Blood, Love and Courage - Chapter Five.

Okay, so shall we make these updates twice weekly, besties? I think you all seem quite happy with that! HUGE thanks to all of you engaging with this, I get so happy to read your comments, you’re the absolute BEST!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four

Words - 5,540

Tag list - In the comments, please message to be added/removed

Warnings - Mentions of rape and the associated trauma of such to come in future chapters. While I do not plan on detailing these overtly graphically, there will be detailing of such and conversations surrounding the subject, so if this is a trigger for you, you’d be best not to begin reading the story. 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“What do you think of these?”

Angie turned her attention away from a beautiful, midnight blue slip to view the raspberry red underwear set Lily proffered forth. “A little racy for a single girl, unless you’re about to tell me you’re getting some?”

An unabashed smile played her full lips. “Hmm, yeah. I’m getting some. I’m getting quite a lot, actually.”

“You kept that quiet, mami!” Angie exclaimed, Lily snickering softly.

“I did. With good reason, too.”

Looking through the rail, Angie was delighted to find the slip in her size, untangling the strap from the one behind it that had gotten hooked onto the hanger, making one of her trademark high pitched ‘neegh!’ sounds of agitation, Lily reaching to assist. “Reason that will be revealed when we stop for lunch, I’m hoping?”

“For sure, girl. There’s much to tell.”

Purchases were made, Lily’s basket of very sexy underwear leaving Angie in no doubt that her friend was very much enjoying the sexual side with whomever she was dating, the women heading to a nearby diner as soon as their tour of the mall had been concluded.

“Okay, so tell me about the guy!”

Lily went one better, taking her phone out and showing her a picture she’d taken of them a couple of evening’s previously, her and Angel after they’d been out to dinner, her with her arms around his neck, him leaning back to kiss her cheek. “His name is Angel, he’s thirty-two, we have loads in common, from music to gaming and movies, he’s lived in Santo Padre all his life, although his parents are originally from across the border, and he works at Romero Brothers scrap metal yard.”

Angie’s eyes widened a little in an instant. “Oh, baby girl. You’re dating a Mayan?”

Of course, Lily knew her bestie would perhaps take issue with that, since the reputation of the club did tend to precede itself. “Yeah, I am. Apart from a couple of hiccups here and there, I’m really having a good time dating him, though. He’s so nice, treats me well, the sex is amazing and he makes me feel so special.” she revealed, Angie looking wary.

“But Lily, he’s a criminal. The Mayans, they’re dangerous men, everybody in Santo Padre knows that. He’s likely killed people, you do realise that, don’t you? That’s the kind of life outlaws live.”

She felt prickled at her friend’s words, but only because they were a basic truth that she sometimes did struggle to reconcile, the fact that what Angel did was very, very much south of honest and decent; even though so far, that was all he’d been with her. “And you mention hiccups, too?”

Lily looked up at the ceiling for a second, fiddling with her hair. “That’s been more me than him.” She took a sip of her drink before explaining the whole first meet, her absconding the next morning, Angel seeking her out a week later and making her face up to her fear, the talks they’d had about their very similar issues and how they were moving forward quite positively now.

By the time she was finished, Angie’s face had brightened considerably. “Well,” she began, smoothing the paper napkin beside her where it had begun to curl back. “I have to give him props for that. Usually, it isn’t the guy who does the chasing after a one-night stand, so he really must like you a great deal to have come and found you because he thought you guys could be more. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still concerned though, chiquita.”

If Lily knew one thing about Angelica Moreno, it was the size of her heart and the depth of her love for her, the person whom she viewed as a sister as well as a best friend. “At least meet him first, and then make up your mind?”

“He could be the nicest guy in the world, mami, and I’d still worry because of what he is. Those guys live lives that I can only imagine are fraught with danger. I just don’t want for that to cause you any heartache.”

Lily sighed softly. It was something she thought about a lot, knowing that if one day Angel suddenly went missing and remained that way for an extended period of time, the likelihood was that she’d never see him again. She might not have known the exact ins and outs of his world, but she knew how outlaws made their living. Drugs and weapons, both industries carrying the kind of severities with them that usually equated to mortal danger for all involved.

“Can we lighten this up, please?” Her mouth was a little set, her jaw tight but her eyes still smiling, Angie knowing that Lily was of course no idiot and likely knew the risks involved with dating a man who lived upon the other side of the law.

She reached for her hand, squeezing her slender fingers softly. “We can. So, what’s the equipment like?”

Lily snorted immediately, Angie’s wink leaving no doubt over what equipment she referred to. “Very big, and damn, honey, he knows exactly what he’s doing with it!”

“Ooooh!” she enthused, Lily continuing.

“I’m so sex sore still, and I haven’t seen him since Thursday!” she cried quietly, giggling. “He had nothing planned for the afternoon since he’d been out since the early hours (the truth that Lily didn’t know? He was burying bodies out in the desert) so he came and fetched me from work, and we went straight back to mine and banged all afternoon, stopped to get some takeout for dinner, watched a little Netflix, and then carried on until two in the morning. The man has some serious stamina, I’m telling you!”

“So that’s why Ernesto mentioned that you’ve been doing less cardio when he’s been training you! He said you’ve halved your time on the bike or treadmill,” she noted, remembering her husband’s comment about Lily slacking.

“I prefer Angel based cardio, it has to be said,” she began, pausing to sip her drink. “I still get a sweat on, but my legs ache a little less.”

Angie almost choked on her drink at that, waving her hands as she laughed. “Well, it is the best exercise, let’s be honest!”

After eating, the women went their separate ways, Angie to go and meet Ernesto at the gym for a training session before they headed home for the evening, and Lily to work, since she was doing the late afternoon/evening shift, the coffee shop not closing until 9pm on a Saturday. She was somewhat incensed that she’d be losing her evening, but knowing Angel was coming to pick her up and take her back to his place, where she’d get him for the entirety of the following day was something to look forward to. When he did arrive, it was the usual merriment courtesy of Carlos, Carol’s absence meaning he didn’t have to watch himself.

“Awww baby! They’re lovely, thank you,” Lily cooed at being presented with a bunch of sunflowers, leaning across the counter to kiss Angel. He liked to gift her with her favourite flowers quite regularly, stroking her cheeks and kissing her head.

“You’re welcome, sweet pea.” Sweet pea, it had been one of his many terms of endearment for her since they began dating six weeks ago, and she loved it. “So, that’s you pacified. I guess I have to make my boyfriend happy now. Where is he?” He scanned his surroundings, looking for Carlos, who suddenly popped up further down the counter from where he’d been sweeping coffee grinds.

“Hola papi!” The look of delight on his face made Angel laugh in an instant, opening his arms.

“Come on, then, bring it in.” Lily thought it was cute, how comfortable he was in his sexuality to entertain her friend, who had the hugest crush on him. Carlos came out onto the floor in an unashamed rush, hugging him with a look of utter bliss, Jodie turning from where she’d been cleaning the sandwich press to laugh softly at scene.

“You smell so good, Angel.”

“I know.”

“You wear Hugo Boss, don’t you?”

“I do, yes.”

“Do you smell like that all over? I think you should let me find out!”

He snorted laughing with a little discomfort, as he did if Carlos got a little much, unravelling his arms from around him. “And that’s enough, or we’ll make my girl jealous.”

“He’s such a dick tease, coming in here, with his perfect hair and beard, looking like that, smelling like that, oh!” Carlos cried, flapping his hands before giving Angel a friendly pat on the shoulder. “And the muscles on him!” He walked back around the counter muttering something about being the perfect shape to be bent over someone’s motorcycle, Angel cracking up completely before he was passed a coffee by a laughing Jodie, leaning across the counter to kiss her cheek.

“Thanks, carina,” he winked, Jodie smiling sweetly before going back to her cleaning endeavours. “So, how was your day? You have fun with Angie this morning after training?”

Lily had been up since 5am that morning so she could get a two-hour session in before heading home to soak in the bath prior to meeting her bestie early before her shift, her yawn before replying making her head in the direction of the coffee machine to prepare a triple espresso. She’d need it, since he’d likely keep her up until the small hours. “Tiring, but good. I can’t wait to show you what I bought earlier.”

He lifted an eyebrow curiously, taking another sip of the strong coffee he was beginning to favour over anything else. Renegade Coffee was definitely superior to most other places. “Do these purchases involve small items in red, by chance?”

She made a small noise in her throat, letting the sleeve of her t shirt dress slip from her shoulder to reveal a red lace strap, winking before continuing cleaning the glass display case, turning back to giggle at the look on his face.

“You drive a man insane, you know that, mamacita? I oughta throw you over my shoulder and take you to the restroom, show you what the sight of that red lace does to me!”

“There’ll be no restroom love!” Jodie called, pointing at him over her shoulder. “I just cleaned in there!”

Angel snorted softly. “Who said anything about love? My mind was set to carnage.”

“Tease!” Carlos shouted from across the floor as he wiped down tables, the last customers of the night leaving, Lily moving to lock the door and flip the sign to closed behind them. Once all cleaning and cashing up had been attended to, they let themselves out, Lily locking up and hugging her buddies goodbye before being sped out of town and over to Santo Padre, arriving at Angel’s place after stopping on the way to grab takeout for dinner.

“Sorry I wasn’t up for going out tonight, I’m really exhausted, though,” she lamented while sitting down on the big, comfy couch, kicking her Vans off happily. Her feet were sore from training, bruises forming atop them. It was just three weeks until the bout against her nemesis, and as a result she was training six days a week in preparation.

“It’s no biggie, Lil. I didn’t even get to bed last night so believe me; I’m fucking running on fumes.” he called from the kitchen, walking back in with a bottle of hot sauce, a beer and a glass of ice he went about filling with vodka and soda water for her. It was a nice touch, that the bottle of vodka now present within his well-stocked bar was solely for her, since Angel couldn’t stand it. It was yet another positive sign that things were going really well between them.

From a personal standpoint, Lily was very proud of herself, too. Little instances that likely would have freaked her out or caused her paranoia were being dealt with healthily in her mind, for example, back at the coffee shop when he’d greeted Jodie with a kiss on the cheek, she knew that was just her boyfriend being nice to her friend. Before, she likely would have wound herself up about it, had thoughts over whether it meant he was keen on Jodie, especially after his honest admission to her that he’d been a real player in the past.

Of course, who was to know what he got up to when he wasn’t around her? That part still scared her a little, but she knew that just as easily as he could be cheating on her, the likelihood that he wasn’t was where she had to centre herself. If she ever felt doubt, she’d look at the messages he’d send to her throughout the day for reassurance that the tall, dark, handsome outlaw was very, very sprung on her.

‘Fucking hated leaving you in bed this morning. I’m having a bullshit day and I can’t wait to get back to my girl.’

‘Miss you, sweet pea. Why isn’t it tomorrow yet, because then you’d be here!’

‘Just a message to say I’m thinking about you. Partly because you and your damned nails shredded the shit out of my ass and it hurts to sit down (fuck you!) but mostly because you’re a total babe and you make me really happy.’

Yep, a big, tough outlaw he might have been, but beneath, he was a someone very much into showing affection whenever he could, who made such an effort to make sure she always knew how into her he was. And then there were the texts that definitely weren’t so cute...

‘I’ll be at yours by midnight. I’d say wait for me naked, but I want to lick every single part of you while I undress you, then bend you over the end of your bed and fuck you senseless.’

‘See this belt, mamacita? This is what’s gon’ tie you up tonight for being a bad girl and sending me the kind of pictures you’ve been sending. How the hell am I meant to concentrate now??’

‘See this big, fat cock? Imma make you choke on it when I see you next, and damn, you’re gonna look pretty doing it.’

Yes. Six weeks in, and they were very much enjoying one another, so much so that Angel knew she wasn’t just some short-term fling, and damn, he’d be loathed to screw it all up with her, which meant after a few more weeks, he considered it to be time for her to meet the men he regarded as his family.

“So, you’re the kick ass, then?” Taza spoke, offering his hand as Angel introduced her to him, Bishop, Creeper, Hank and EZ. Riz and Gilly were playing pool, and Coco was off on his own taking a phone call, likely from his somewhat tearaway daughter, Angel guessed, if the wild gesticulating as he spoke was anything to go by.

“Yeah, I have my moments,” she replied, taking a seat.

Taza turned his chair to face her, an amused smirk playing his lips. “We all heard about the night he first met you, throwing some guy down and punching him in the head until he was unconscious, I believe was the way Angel explained it?”

“Hmm, yeah, that was about the long and short of it,” she confessed, sipping her drink. “I doubt I’ll be that successful so quickly during my next match, but I’m hoping to knock the bitch flat.”

“So, do they pit you against guys often, then? Is that a thing? Excuse my ignorance, but I literally know nothing about MMA, other than you have to be hard as fucking balls to do it,” Bishop then asked, Angel smiling, loving that the guys were taking a keen interest.

“No, that was just something for publicity really, and it worked, it got my name out there. I mean, I spa with guys at my gym, but in competition the genders seldom mix in a fight.”

“And when’s your next?”

Her lips thinned immediately; such was her apprehension over it. “Next Friday, up in Anaheim.”

“Yeah? That’s where my wife is originally from,” Bishop commented. “She’s a savage, too, you guys would get on very well, trust me.”

“Does she fight, like me?”

Bishop snorted. “Her fire is more verbal.”

“Usually directed right at you, too,” Taza laughed. Maggie Losa and her ire were well known around the clubhouse, usually when her husband had annoyed her in some way, the tiny, 5ft tall woman of Japanese heritage turning into the human version of a small hurricane. Bishop often joked that she was the only person on earth who truly terrified him. Well, her and Cady, their three-year-old daughter, who was, as he lovingly referred to her as, a very little, very loud war machine.

As if speaking of his wife had acted as summoning...

“Obispo! Do you ever check your effing phone?” Swinging the clubhouse door open, Maggie strode in, Cady in her arms, a bag of her stuff over her other shoulder.

“It’s been on silent, we’ve had templo,” he spoke, pushing his chair away and standing to greet her with a kiss, Cady wriggling free when she spotted EZ.

“Gonna getcha!” she shouted, in decibels only three-year olds could reach, an extra level of shrill squeak, pointing her toy gun right at him.

“Oh no, no!” EZ feigned drama, holding his hands out, a little plastic dart hitting him in the chest thereafter. “She got me, I’m dead!” he continued, making a choking sound as he slid from his seat onto the floor, Cady giggling as she ran to him.

“I got him! Bang!” she shouted with delight, suddenly squealing when his eyes opened and he grabbed her, standing and hauling her up onto his shoulders.

“EZ’s really tall! Not like daddy!”

The entire table broke apart at that assessment, Maggie placing the bag down next to her husband as she laughed at her daughter’s usual antics. Most little girls found big, tattooed, mean looking guys scary. Not Cady.

“I gotta get my car in at the shop, they changed the appointment on me and they can’t get it in for another week unless I rush over now, so I gotta drop the kid and run,” she began, kissing Bishop and thanking him before turning, spotting Lily. “Oh! You’re a new face!”

“Yeah, this is Lily, my girlfriend. Lily, Maggie,” Angel offered, Maggie leaning to kiss her cheek. That was the first time she’d heard him refer to her as that, Lily, beaming, loving the way it sounded. His girlfriend. Yes, she supposed she truly was at that point, almost nine weeks into their relationship.

“It’s great to meet you, Lily. Oh, you’re so pretty! What in god’s name are you doing with him?”

“That’s what the rest of us wanna know too, Maggie,” Hank joked, Angel rolling his eyes and offering a muttered ‘fuck you’ that entertained the hell out of Hank.

“I look forward to getting to know you when I’m not in a rush! I’ll be back in an hour or two. Darcie is at Juanita’s doing homework and Josh is at practice, by the way,” she spoke, to Lily and then her husband, informing him of the whereabouts of their other two offspring. “Bye!”

“You cool with looking after the Tasmanian devil, prospect?” he called, EZ spinning around in circles with the very loud child upon his shoulders.

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Good, because you don’t have a choice,” Bishop smirked. “That child kept me awake until 4am this morning, thinking there was a monster under the bed.”

“Awww, was she scared?” Lily asked, Bishop grinning.

“Oh, no. She doesn’t fear anything. She kept me awake because she was determined to sit there and shout at it to come out so she could fight it. Eighteen fucking times, I had to put her back in bed. In the end, I just stayed in there with her so she’d settle.”

“Well, why not? You’re the right height for a child’s bed.” Taza couldn’t help but provoke him with, earning a middle finger and a glare. So far, Lily liked the guys very much, finding them to be funny and welcoming of her. When she met Coco for the first time, the hilarity continued.

“So, you ain’t broken him yet then?”

Lily had heard about this running joke from Coco at Angel’s expense, combing a hand through her hair as she shook her head. “Not in a way he hasn’t been able to recover from, no.”

He began to grin, rummaging in his pocket to see if it was still there. “I made him this, see, just in case you did break his dick.” Locating the slightly battered object, he proudly pulled out the little toothpick splint he’d made, Lily taking a look as she laughed softly, all the other guys in fits.

Scrunching her nose, she shook her head. “Mmm, nah. Try a tow rope and a broom handle next time.” That got Angel the kind of cheer from his brothers he silently thanked Lily for, wrapping his arm around her chest and kissing her atop her head. It was the very last time Coco would ever joke about the size of his cock, too.

Angel went up to play pool after a while, Lily finding herself in conversation with Hank about his other trade, being a tattoo artist.

“Do you think you can do anything with this?” she began, standing and pulling her shorts lower at her hip to reveal the awful tattoo there. “Like, a cover up or something?”

He took his glasses from his pocket, leaning forward for a better look at the Chinese symbols he recognised as life, death, glory and bravery, shaking his head. “You picked the scabs, didn’t you?” he could tell, the white patches upon the badly done characters definitely from the ink being pulled out.

“Yeah, I scratched. It was my first one so it drove me crazy while it healed. At you can see, I’ve become better behaved in the time between,” she chuckled, sitting down again while waving her full sleeve arm for reference.

“Well, depending on design, I can cover it. What were you thinking of?”

“A dagger, or a cross, maybe?”

Hank looked thoughtful. “Hmm, a dagger wouldn’t look good there because of the curve of your hip, it’d look out of place. Daggers tend to work best as forearm or lower leg tattoos if you ask me, but a cross I could work with. You got any references?”

Oh yes. She had an entire Pinterest board of ideas, Hank chuckling at her excitement to show him everything she wanted. They spent a few minutes looking through the designs, Hank having a few ideas of his own. “That tiger idea you have for your upper back, I don’t think it’d work there. That part of your body is too flat to do it justice, it wouldn’t pop right, but if we put it on your hip, maybe have him look like he’s peering out from a bit of a jungle canopy too. Want me to draw you something up?”

“Would you mind?”

He smiled his usual warm, kind smile. “Of course, not. And because you’re Angel’s girl, you get a good discount, too.” He said he’d have something sketched out over the next few days, making a tentative plan to begin at some point the week following her next match, Angel coming back over after losing to Coco to join in on the discussion while Hank showed off some of his previous work to Lily. He mainly did colour, but one black and grey portrait he’d done of an Indian elephant with full ceremonial headdress really caught her eye. His work was stunning.

Once the smallest of the Losa clan had been collected by her mother, EZ was free to come back and sit with them, enjoying getting to know Lily. She couldn’t help but notice the slight change in Angel as they talked, though. He’d been very relaxed while she’d been in discussion with Hank, but the presence of his brother had him shuffling his chair nearer, her hand splayed across her thigh, his arm stiffened, almost like he was guarding her, laying claim, sending the message of ‘this is MY woman’ in no uncertain terms.

She pondered whether it would be something to question later on, but decided to leave it, not really wanting to provoke anything just in case it was a sore spot for him. Maybe EZ might have been in the habit of perhaps being too flirty with Angel’s girls, there might have been history there of him coming onto one of them, thus giving Angel a twinge of insecurity, she didn’t know. She did know that Angel was likely the type to make a fuss if it did bother him, though.

“So, I start with about half an hour on the treadmill or bike, then go straight into training with Larry, focus mitts and kick pads, then I usually have a tap around session with someone in the ring. If I don’t do that, I hit the weights, try and alternate it so I’m not too sore to throw punches the following day,” Lily explained, as she and EZ shared their workout routines.

“See all I have is the punchbag, but it’d be good to have someone to spa with on occasion,” he commented, Lily having an idea forming.

“You should come to my gym!”

He shrugged, swigging his beer. “Nah, it’s too far.”

She looked on at him somewhat incredulously. “Holtville is twenty minutes away, half hour tops if the traffic is bad, which it never is.”

“Ahh, I’m lazy. I got all my stuff here.”

She rolled her eyes. “Except someone to spa with.”

“Well, that’s where you come in. Just pack your stuff into your car and come train with me and hang out with Angel afterwards. I take it now you guys are together, you’ll be spending more time here anyway, so, two birds and all.”

She laughed, his reasoning making a lot of sense. Angel did say he was very bright. “Okay, Ezekiel. I getcha. I see you, and I’ll train you until you want to fall over and die, believe me.”

He snorted. “Nah, ain’t gonna happen.”

Her face brightened with the entertainment of the fact he had no idea what he was getting himself in for. “We’ll see.”

“I’ll bet you fifty dollars right here, right now, that you can’t outdo me.” He offered forth his hand, Lily shaking it without hesitation.

“You just made a deal with the devil, bro,” Angel snorted, Lily pleased to see him contribute, rather than sit at her side like an immovable statue. It was nice, that he seemed to be pleased that she and his brother were getting along well. EZ, however, might not be so thrilled at the end of a training session with her, that was for certain.

He seemed to relax a lot more for the rest of the night, EZ called back to the bar for drink serving duties befitting of his prospect status, Angel eventually pulling Lily onto his lap, hand creeping up her top to stroke her back as he nuzzled the side of her neck.

“Can we go now?” he asked, hand squeezing her thigh as he kissed the side of her neck.

Who was she to argue with an amorous Angel? While he’d been relaxed in the clubhouse, by the time he got her through his front door, he was anything but.

“All night, all I’ve been able to think of is getting my mouth right here.” A big hand cupped at her sex, Angel pushing her back against his front door, crouching before her. He removed her boots and socks, her little denim shorts next to follow, revealing the red lace of her underwear he’d been dying to see, biting onto it and snapping it back against her flesh with a hungry growl before sliding them down her legs.

Hot kisses of desire were placed in ascension upon her thigh, Angel lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, his tongue gliding over her slit a few times in tease, his shuddered breath hitting her where she was pink and soft when a rolling lick had him against her firmly, her hands going to his hair as her head thudded back against the door. God, this man. He really knew how to use his mouth to devastating ruin.

He nudged through her folds, seeking her clit, laying flat licks over it in a ceaseless whirl, groaning hungrily as he devoured her, hands gripping her butt, leaving crescents behind upon her pale fresh from the hard grasping, looking up at her, her head tilted back, beautiful lips agape. Such beauty, and she was all his.

His tongue lapped at her quickly, without tease or pause, building her steadily, Lily feeling the sting of arousal prickling her insides as she began to pant. “Oh fuck, right there, ohhh!” she whined, his tongue moving and down over her clit speedily, his cock hardening within his jeans. God, he wanted her so badly, not content to wait as he stood, carrying her to the armchair and placing her upon it, not even bothering undressing beyond freeing his cock and plunging into her from behind.

“God, that little pussy is so damn wet for me,” he grunted, leaning forward and swiping a long lick up her spine, shrugging his kutte off and removing his shirt, pushing her further into the chair she was draped over, kneeling behind her to drive himself up into her hard, her cries filling the air. “Yeah, that’s what you wanted, huh, baby girl? Wanted to get fucked nice and hard, didn’t you?”

He went about doing just that so efficiently, her response was unformed words, gasping as she cried out, Angel arrowing into her so brutally, she felt like she was about to go right through the chair. She pulled herself out of it, though, turning to kiss him fiercely, yanking at his jeans and boxers. “Off, fucking get them off. I need this sexy body naked against me.” she demanded, Angel doing just that before picking her up, carrying her to the nearest wall and dropping her down onto his cock again as he held her legs wide over his forearms, rolling his hips up against her, every inch of his thick shaft rutting her deeply with slow purpose before once more, he began pounding her with aggressive need.

She whimpered in response to his voracity, nails tearing at his back, grasping in his hair, mouth at his neck before her mouth met his, kisses gilded in sugar coated embers, moaning against one another, his hands clutching the underside of her thighs tightly as the molten hug of her cunt sent stars streaking through him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he panted breathlessly, his words taking even him by surprise. She held his face as he slowed, eyeing him with curiosity.

“Tell me after, when you’re not balls deep inside me,” she joked, nuzzling him, kissing him again.

“I’ll tell you every fucking day for the rest of my life, Lily. I love you.” He didn’t care that she didn’t say it back, daggering her sharply again, her cries of pleasure all he wanted to hear in his ears at that moment. He’d said it, he’d been brave enough to actually tell someone, the first woman he’d felt like that about for years. That was enough. It was huge for him, in fact, although to hear it had scared Lily a little, wondering if it was just because he was too overcome from the scorching heat of their union, hence why she’d told him to tell her afterwards. What scared her most was the fact that she knew she felt the same, and didn’t want anything to go wrong now she knew she was in love with her boyfriend.

Inside, Angel knew that as well. It’s why he didn’t need to hear it back, but, in the aftermath of their wall tryst, as they lay exhausted upon the lounge floor...

“Okay, not inside of you any longer,” he began, stroking her face. “I love you.”

She beamed, stroking his beard as she turned his head, kissing him softly. “I love you, too.” He smiled, pulling her against him, burying his mouth against her neck and kissing her over and over as he tightened his arms around her.

“Good, because I don’t plan on going anywhere, so get used to it, being stuck with this fucking disaster of a man,” he joked, stroking her face, his eyes alight with happiness.

She kissed him, stroking his hair, their foreheads pressed together, happiness sweeping through her in bright, sparkling waves. “Well, I’m not much better.”

He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Nah, you are. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

No one had ever told her that before, and it meant the absolute world to her. As did he.

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on my shelf: soundtrack to MA year 3 - winter

welcome back to my bi-annual music roundup! my goal is to be done with uni This Year so i'll have to start thinking of what else to do with this concept (like that's the biggest life-problem i have to solve this year lol). anyway. even though i only took 3 classes this semester, one of them took up ALL of my time: typography. much like it's hard for me to watch movies normally now, i'm now looking at all kinds of written text in a completely new way which is equally fascinating and annoying. but you could say that for most of what i've learned at uni. what wasn't annoying, was the music i listened to (ey? ey?), so let's get into it:

RM: Indigo (2022)

RM's music over the years has spanned many different themes and genres, from hardcore (?) rap on his first mixtape to more vibey stuff on mono to all the many different things he's done on BTS' songs. Indigo continues this principle of diversity but by making the entire album so varied yet so cohesive. He touches on subjects like what it means to make art and to be a person, love and loneliness, navigating friendship. He's also developed quite the vocal skills, showing off his warm deep tone on several songs. While the comfort that mono was in its sadness, it's greys, the sound of rain and the melancholy of it, Indigo's comfort comes from a warmer place. It feels more grounded (despite the hectic genre switch-ups, like: "Closer" into "Change Pt. 2"?! Insane! But it works!) and the ever-present hopefulness feels more graspable. In general, the melodies on this album are also just so good that I can't get enough of them and I'm excited for my vinyl to arrive in June!!

fav: No. 2 (but seriously, all the songs are SO good)

Epik High: Strawberry (2023)

First of all: I recently saw Epik High live for the first time and it was like 100/10 amazing. Besides the songs being amazing, they're all just really funny?! It was half standup half hip-hop show and I was LIVING. Anyway, so Strawberry starts off with an instrumental track that would fit perfectly on Spotify's Dalkom Café playlist (which I love) and then goes into two insanely catches songs featuring Jackson Wang and Hwasa, respectively. Perfect choices. Iconically, the first lyrics you hear are "I'm on my way / I'm on my villain arc / I'mma need you to shut up for a minute" but on a really chill lo-fi beat. Beautiful. That's also how their live show started which is truly iconic. What fascinates me the most about Epik High's music is the melodic sensibility they bring to every song, even the ones that sound like freestyle rap. There's always a melodic heart to it, combined with really good lyrics.

fav: Catch

Paramore: This Is Why (2023)

They're finally back!!! If you can't tell by my profile picture, Paramore's After Laughter (2017) is one of my absolute favourite albums of all time. And of course I love all their older albums too. I think This Is Why is a perfect follow-up to all of these: it ties in all the different sounds we've heard before but in a new way. It feels like they're still inspired by the same things, but they've gone deeper into them, if that makes sense. The sounds and themes of the album also just feel like a perfectly natural progression after Hayley's two solo albums, which the other band members also helped out on. You can hear and feel how much all of them have matured and grown musically, skills-wise, and personally. It's such a pleasure just letting all the sounds wash over you or singing along aggressively. There's a lot of aggression on the album, even in the love songs. But it's a good aggression? Maybe that's not the right word, but there's a power and a force, as opposed to a defeatedness throughout all the songs. Especially considering everything we've all been living through since the last album, I think this is a perfect response.

fav: Running Out of Time

NewJeans: "Ditto", "OMG" (2022/2023)

It's all hits, no misses so far with these girls. "Ditto" was released a bit earlier in the winter and perfectly encapsulated the wistful melancholy of the grey and wet days while still being insanely catchy. The melody has this very specific kind of melancholy, nostalgic undertone that the music video emphasises, but paired with a drill drumbeat that gives the whole thing an edge. "OMG" might sound more upbeat in direct comparison at first, but it also has some more somber undertones, especially when you take the music video (which left me confused and intrigued after my first watch) into consideration. I like that NewJeans songs can absolutely appeal to teenagers (their peers) easily but even older listeners can genuinely enjoy them without feeling like they're listening to a Disney Channel soundtrack and it's not really for them. There's a clear groundedness in these songs that is lacking in a lot of music for and by teens these days (especially looking at you, TikTok...). All of their songs are literally the most tenacious earworms, yet I'm not annoyed to have them camp out in my mind.

Le Sserafim: Antifragile (2022)

At first, I didn't like Antifragile as much as Fearless because the track sequencing is just not as good: the mood changes from track to track don't feel as smooth. But all of the songs on their own are absolutely on par with their first EP's and add new textures that I enjoy. Particularly "No Celestial": it's heavily rock-influenced with a great melody and message, and the girls' vocals work very well with this style of music. Considering that their whole thing is being fearlessly themselves in the face of adversity and embracing supposed flaws, rock is the perfect genre to express this with. Even on Fearless, a song like "The Great Mermaid" had somewhat of a rock sensibility but not traditionally executed. For "No Celestial" they brought in the guitars and melody of a 2000s/2010s pop-rock song that just makes so much sense for them. The title track "Antifragile" is also really fun to listen to, going in directions I didn't expect (especially in the chorus). In general, they manage to make empowering songs that don't feel cheap and fake, which is difficult to pull off.

fav: No Celestial

Tomorrow x Together: The Name Chapter: Temptation (2023)

How does TXT manage to do something different on every album and have it still sound so quintessentially TXT? Every new album my first reaction is "Oh? This is different... hmm......." and then I get obsessed and loop the album for weeks. Temptation has been exactly the same. Title track "Sugar Rush Ride" is the most seductive they've ever been, with the way they use their vocals especially, which suits the theme of the album. It deals with the temptation to ignore all your responsibilities and just stay "Happy Fools" (eyy) but in the end, they realise that you can't live like that forever, and have to say "Farewell, Neverland". Something about the guitar and melody on that song specifically feels so familiar to me, but I can't pinpoint it... The biggest surprise to me was hearing an instrumental for "Devil By The Window" and finding out it's just a sparse beat for most of the song, with their vocals being the only thing to make the song sound full. They keep doing new and interesting things and I just need them to finally come to Europe on tour now...

fav: Farewell, Neverland (but seriously, all of them though)

Jin: "The Astronaut" (2022)

As a massive fan of both Coldplay and Jin's music, this song is everything to me. It's the perfect collaboration, especially considering they're fans of each other too and have both explored a more space-y theme in their recent music. Of course, this song is Jin's last release before he had to go do his compulsory military service, so it being full of so much love and melancholy makes it bitter-sweet in all the right ways. Did I go see Coldplay's Argentina concert in cinema just to see Jin perform this song? Yes, and I cried a little.

Red Velvet: The ReVe Festival 2022 - Birthday (2022)

Continuing the theme from their previous album of interpolating classical pieces into poppy tracks, "Birthday" uses a George Gershwin piece but makes it go all kinds of places in a very (recent) Red Velvet style. These days, some of their songs are a little much at first listen, but their vocals always, always, always tie everything together so well that I can't help but enjoy listening. The other songs on the album are a little less quirky and more classic Red Velvet with great vocals and interesting melodies. But I do keep wondering one thing: what does "oops we are on a ride" mean? How are you accidentally on a rollercoaster?? Or is it a metaphor for how life is a rollercoaster............. Anyway, of course I had red velvet cake on my birthday this year while listening to this album and it felt great.

fav: Zoom

Fujii Kaze: Help Ever Hurt Never (2020)

I found this album through such a weird way: Suga of BTS posted black-and-white photos of himself on his Instagram with his long hair in his face and people on Twitter said it reminded them of the album cover of a song that recently blew up on TikTok - Fujii Kaze's "Shinunoga E-Wa", so people started making Suga edits with that song. I liked the song and checked out the album and loved it and it's been on repeat ever since. Something about it reminds me so much of Jamie Cullum but if his songs were a little more interesting or at least his albums were a bit more diverse... Kaze's voice has a very soothing and rich tone and that coupled with the great melodies and instrumentation of his songs just makes me want to endlessly loop the album.

fav: Sayonara Baby

Seulgi: 28 Reasons (2022)

I honestly did not know what to expect from Seulgi's debut album but although it goes in several directions, it stays cohesive and suits her perfectly. It's dark in a different way than her album with fellow Red Velvet member Irene, Monster (2020), with a certain alluring quality. Most of the songs are very brash with Seulgi showcasing her vocal prowess, which makes the two songs right in the middle of the EP, "Bad Boy, Sad Girl" and "Anywhere But Home", stand out more, as they seem more understated, showing a different, less aggressive vocal style. Especially the latter is very reminiscent of a certain style of dance songs from the 2000s like Sophie Ellis-Bextor's "Murder On The Dancefloor" and Estelle's "American Boy" which I very much enjoy.

fav: Anywhere But Home

Adora: Adorable REbirth (2022)

I have been waiting for Adora's debut album since I first heard her voice in 2019 on Suga's "Seesaw" and then found out she's had a hand in making so many of my favourite BTS and TXT songs. Her first singles in 2021 and 2022 showcased her specific brand of quirkiness paired with stunning vocals, perfectly paving the way for this first EP. The single is literally called "Magical Symphony", which really encapsulates her vibe. Although she only produced about half the songs on the EP, they all sound so quintessentially her and showcase her vocal skills exactly like I'd always hoped. I'm excited to hear whatever she's cooking up next.

fav: CBGC

#on my shelf #soundtrack to university #rm #epik high #paramore #le sserafim #newjeans #tomorrow x together #jin #red velvet #fujii kaze #seulgi #adora

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I want to discuss something about how everybody believes that Taehyung’s artistic persona: “I like jazz, I have an old soul” really fools people and makes them believe that he is some musical genius overlooking the fact that he was lierarly casted for his looks, overlooking the fact that he is a weak vocalist AND just an ok dancer (who many times half asses the dancing part-even Jm called him out on it) who makes the same boring whispered song over and over again.

On the other hand you have Jimin who is known for being somehow insecure about having a solo career, who doesn’t realese snippets of his song, who might not be a strong vocalist either, BUT is a great performer and dancer who always gives his all when he performers. Also, all his songs are so different from each other(not just the same bland sound) and somehow all of them are great in their own way, actual bops.

Maybe you consider this hate and don’t want to post it, but I just had to get it off my chest.

Jimin is NOT A DOZEN. I have no problem adimiting that he is a weak vocalist, but you can’t deny that he is a dam great dancer. And I have so much trust in him and I know that he is going to show the world exactly how great he is and how he is more than a pretty face (others can’t relate)

I do think that fans in general can really exaggerate in their praise, as if their bias is the best artist in the world, no one does it like him. Ever. Which is bullshit, but in some cases, it's part of stan vocabulary and behavior. I do like Jimin and Jungkook, but I'm not going to blindly praise them for breathing. Jimin is a good vocalist and he works really hard (to this day I will never understand why BigHit did not give him vocal training before debuting and he had to learn it all on his own), but he is not the best in the group. Jungkook is. And as much as I love Jungkook's dancing, he comes second in terms of impact and grabbing the attention on stage, after Jimin. J-Hope is really good and has amazing skills, but put him next to Jimin, he lacks that special something. And I could go on and on and I'm talking here about the guys that I like and that are really good at what they do. So don't get me started on those who are clearly not on the same level. Jin works really hard, but his body will never move like a professional dancer, but he has a nice voice. Yoongi is an underrated dancer who should be in front more often and he does a better job than Tae. Just look at him doing the parts in That That choreo. The ones in BTS who are the least good, compared to their bandmates in terms of dancing skills are Tae, RM and then Jin (and that's because he's not noticeable). I've talked about this before here, but Tae relies more on his brand of stage presence in order to compensate for the areas where he is lacking. But for Tae stans it's fine cause they think he's the most handsome man on earth who gets praise because everything comes "naturally" to him and he doesn't have to work, as opposed to others. Only stans could think that working hard is something one can be dragged for.

So yeah, anyone who dares to say Jimin is a dozen is nothing but a frustrated stan, cause otherwise who would come for a guy whose voice is always the cherry on top on every BTS songs and the one that has hipnotizing moves? Jimin is far from perfect, but let's not act as if he's not one of the best in the group.

P.S. All of the above are my subjective observations and that includes anon's message as well. Do not come for them just because they didn't say one guy they like is god's gift to humanity, or they criticised another.

#bmt asks #bts #jimin #tae

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How great is Wonderland by Big Country? I love everything about it! :)

Literally...literally you said what I think every single time I listen to that song.

But because I am me, I cannot just leave it that.

This song is so ridiculously good that I would now shamelessly suggest that it's one of the greatest songs ever written - not just one of Big Country's greatest songs (although it is certainly a triumph in that regard, as well), but one of the greatest. Like, period. And my pessimistic, critical ass is not about to throw that suggestion around for just anything.

So please let me shine my little analytical light on what a beautiful, amazing, and frankly perfect song this is.

First off, every time I listen to this song on repeat, the first 25 seconds of it makes it all worth it to hear on repeat 30+ times in a row - the light percussion and the ringing, most consistent guitar riff (played by Bruce Watson), followed quickly by that BIG-ASS drum sound courtesy of good production choices and Mark Brzezicki that is just so fucking good and, from my listening perspective of Big Country's first five albums, a rather trademark sound for them, and then that chugging hard rock guitar riff (played by Stuart Adamson)...literally what better way is there to bait and hook a listener who loves rock music? Oh, and then of course Stuart comes in with that BEAUTIFUL "Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhh" semi-screamed/yelled opening that is so full of admirable effort that you can forgive the scream (if, like me, you're not a fan of hearing men screaming in music) and the brief lil' crack in his voice which I actually find so endearing...you bet I was fucking hooked from the moment I heard this song!

Musically, and it took me far too long to realize/notice this, Watson's guitar riff and Tony Butler's bassline work together startlingly well to emulate the sense of wonderland – something vaguely dreamy or dream-like that underscores everything more aggressive and subjectively overwhelming as Adamson's guitar riffs and Mark Brzezicki's drums. It's an incredible balance of 'Here's what the ideal (also known as wonderland) sounds like' versus 'Here's what reality is,' and it's displayed quite effectively in the arrangement. You can also hear this idea even better in the 12" mix, as all of the instrumentation is far less restrained and the volume of the vocals is also turned up to better hear the harmonies punctuating the hopefulness of wonderland. (Not to mention that the 12" mix offers the fantastic opportunity to hear Butler's genius bass playing more isolated, and Brzezicki's drums sound positively WILD. It also incorporates Adamson's delicately played guitar riff that often introduced "Wonderland" in Big Country's live performances.)

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Now, when it comes to the verses, which, as this often happens to me when I write something like a lyric analysis, I have changed my mind about how well they describe the intentions of the song, I plan to lay out how the verses don't just present evocative, unique, thoughtful imagery, but how they also paint the writer's idea of wonderland effectively.

So for the first verse we have:

"If you could feel how I must feel The winds of quiet change If you could see what I must see Still hidden in the rain But when the thunder rolls It comes and covers up my soul"

With lines like "If you could feel how I must feel –/The winds of quiet change," and (my favorite, even though it metaphorically makes no sense to me) "But when the thunder rolls/It comes and covers up my soul," the narrator clearly has an idea of what wonderland could be like (the former lines), all while voicing the reality of...well, reality (in the latter lines). Because not only is he certain he feels "the winds of quiet change" and that he sees what is "still hidden in the rain," his idea of wonderland is someone not just believing these things, but knowing (feeling and seeing) them as confidently as he does. I don't always say this in my lyric analyses (which I regret, because I'd love for these analyses to spark discussions!!), but if anyone has any thoughts especially about what "But when the thunder rolls/It comes and covers up my soul" means, I'd love to hear it, because as it is, I struggle every time to envision how thunder "covers up [one's] soul" (I'm also kind of obsessed with those lines, in a way because I struggle with them so much) so I imagine it's really a metaphor for something I'm not seeing/thinking of, so other perspectives would be especially appreciated! Also, ignore the irony in that. Or maybe it's what the songwriters intended. LOL

The next two verses continue to reinforce what the narrator's version of wonderland looks like - so on lyrical themes and imagery alone, I'd call this song completely successful.

"If you could hear what I must hear Then nothing would replace The fifty years of sweat and tears That never left a trace But when I look at you I see you feel the same way too"

The first part of the verse is one of my favorite lyrics in the song: "If you could hear what I must hear/Then nothing would replace/The fifty years of sweat and tears/That never left a trace" because it is clear here that what the narrator means is 'I don't want this reality of fifty years of sweat and tears not leaving a trace – I wish this had made its mark actually, and I wish everyone acknowledged it!' If it wasn't already clear from the first verse what he meant, we come to understand that the narrator's idea of wonderland is not needing to wonder about the future (because of the way the past was neglected), because in his version of wonderland, the past was never neglected - it was properly acknowledged, felt, seen, and heard, and that knowledge and those feelings were built upon to create the future that wonderland represents. Finally, not only does the narrator evoke empathy through the lyrics "But when I look at you/I see you feel the same way too," but it continues to reinforce what his idea of wonderland is like, and how it represents what reality could be like.

In the final, heartachingly beautiful verse, we get:

“You still remember other days When every head was high I watched that pride be torn apart Beneath a darker sky With innocence within ourselves We sing the same old song ”

To be honest, I would strongly consider getting "With innocence within ourselves/We sing the same old song" as a tattoo, but, highly subjective feelings aside, this verse is the most interesting yet because the perspective abruptly changes in the very first line of the verse to narrate "You still remember other days when every head was high" before switching back to first person, "I watched that pride be torn apart beneath a darker sky." The first line makes me ask: 'Who remembers other days when every head was high?' We're led to believe via the following line that the perspective in the first line is someone of a previous/older generation, and the narrator asserts that it is his generation who has witnessed the fall of said pride. The final lines of the verse beautifully illustrate his generation's hope, nonetheless: "With innocence within ourselves/We sing the same old song"; by relating to each other through a child-like optimism (the stage of life everyone goes through, when they're as innocent as can be, and the ironic use of "we sing the same old song," which is recognizing that everyone once knew that feeling of innocence and optimism and it can and should be harnessed again, now), it should rally their momentum to create their ideal future or wonderland. (ALSO, to get meta for a moment, I used the term "rally" very purposely, because musically, during the duration of those lines in the song specifically, Brzezicki strategically plays a militaristic-reminiscent drum roll there!) However, the proceeding two lines of the chorus are really what reinforce those last two lines of the verse - "And you will take my hand/And make believe it's wonderland", because 'make believe' is most often referred to as something that children play at (and, generally speaking, it's something that children do unrestrained with very little inspiration needed – they create their own inspiration).

Reaching what I'm going to refer to as the pre-chorus (I can't say if that's a legitimate descriptor of these two lines that beautifully connect the verses to the chorus, but that's what I'm calling it), I will analyze it here separately from the rest of the chorus. In short, in the pre-chorus "And you will take my hand/[and be with me in/make believe it's] wonderland," 'wonderland' acts most overtly as a mechanism of escapism, although, based on all of the verses (and where I mentioned 'reality/what is') prior to the choruses, we see/understand why that escapism is so necessary. At the same time, wonderland still, nonetheless, is a place or (from what I've analyzed so far) future to endeavor to, and from "And you will take my hand/And be with me in wonderland", it's clearly meant to be a collective effort to cultivate reality into this ideal.

Now for the chorus where I absolutely, shamelessly swoon:

“I am an honest man I need the love of you I am a working man I feel the winter too”

To state what this chorus illustrates through a meme: it's called vulnerability. Look it up. Maybe you'll discover something wonderful. *coughs* Really, the chorus is simply a display of vulnerability, WHICH – YES, I'M GOING TO SAY IT – IS NOT POPULARLY SHOWN BY MEN, particularly vulnerability that is not demonstrated manipulatively (aka receiving benefits that are not mutually shared by the demonstration of vulnerability; an example of that would be men who think that being emotionally vulnerable with women entitles them to sex), and from the pre-chorus alone we know that nothing less than reciprocity is expected, so it does bear acknowledging. In the rhythm of the chorus, supported by the overtly skipped beat by the drums and the bass that punctuates each line, the chorus sounds a lot like a list of how he describes himself - 'I: am an honest man, need the love of you, am a working man, feel the winter too.' It could also be understood as the ways in which he pursues the ideal world of wonderland (being honest, utilizing love, and actively working toward it) while admitting the barriers or seasons/cycles of negativity that exist to stall his efforts. The reason why I see the line "I feel the winter, too" as a barrier is because, to put this idea into context with the rest of the song, which I feel is also supported by context present in many other Big Country songs (easy context to find, though, such as in "In a Big Country"), it is a metaphor for depression and anxiety – "the winter" represents a state of being (mentally, emotionally, and physically) that freeze one's endeavor to create the ideal world/state of reality that is implied by wonderland. I also see the last line possibly being read ambiguously, as though mutually acknowledging that he and whoever he is singing to (in the line "I need the love of you") both "feel the winter". Regardless, the last line is aptly positioned as the final line in the chorus, because it acknowledges that progress is often not linear, as though to say that if one looks back at where one has been (and remembers all of the motives that keep one moving forward), it actually is easier to see where one needs to go; it is as hopeless a line as the rest of the song is hopeful, which is a reminder that the rest of the song is hopeful.

All that to say: a perfect song may not exist, but this surely comes close to being, if it is not wholly, one of the greatest songs ever written. Does that evidence suffice? :)

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#Big Country #Wonderland #classic rock #rock music #song analysis #lyric analysis #my writing #also I JUST randomly realized that line ''With innocence within ourselves...'' would make a great tattoo. I never thought of that before #(aka I just wrote that today as I am posting this. LOL) it's just such a beautiful line that nearly makes me cry every time.#ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR THE ASK M YOU'RE AMAZING ESPECIALLY TO BE SO PATIENT AND UNDERSTANDING! :')))))))

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The Weirdest (and Endearing) Beach Boys Album at 45 - “Love You” (1977)

To be a fan of this album and recommend to a newcomer would be disastrous.

There is a subconscious reason why I left this album out of my Beach Boys flow chart, because there’s no way to even remotely prepare you for it unless you really know the Beach Boys and their history, to know Brian Wilson and his history- and even then, you can’t be prepared just what the hell you’re about to listen to.

In the mid-1970s Brian was in severe trouble, after dealing with his undiagnosed schizoaffective disorder, excessive misuse of drugs along with his brother Dennis (and it’s apparent when you hear their voices on the album- gone are the falsettos of Brian), and gone is the short-lived lavish praise he was getting from the mass media who, at this time was severely mistreating him while he was at his absolute lowest point, driving him further into severe depression, isolation, and drugs.

Love You is still a highly controversial album among the fanbase, for understandable reasons, it’s a completely different sounding album right down to the really base-heavy synth, the lyrics and subject matter is so downright odd (right down to making an anthem for Johnny Carson, seriously), It’s hard to be into it first listen, and even I still have a love-hate relationship with it.

However, the album is anything *but* boring, far, far from it. First, there’s the shock at hearing this strange, strange music, from the highly energetic first half, to the super somber synth-love ballads dealing with middle-aged crisis and marriage issues, and by the end of it you have no idea what to feel. BUT the songs are so catchy and they refuse to leave your head, they stay with you.

Despite the Beach Boys label, this is essentially a Brian solo album, solely written and produced by him. This is him at his most honest and open, exploring every emotion under the sun- from humor to sadness, in his own endearing way. Love You is easily Brian at his most genuine, and- yes, even innovative since the Smile sessions. His use of synths was legitimately groundbreaking at the time, putting himself alongside acts like Kraftwerk who innovated it in the 70s as well. Not only that, you can really feel that Brian believes in these songs and is working really hard for them, it’s hard to tell at first, but it’s really there. Not to mention he made some of his best love songs in a good while, especially “The Night Was So Young”. The fact that even *now* it sounds unlike anything msuic has made ever since, and the fact that the album can *still* shock listeners, is kind of amazing actually.

Despite the divisive reception within the fanbase, musicians and groups as a whole like R.E.M., Sonic Youth, and the godmother of punk herself Patti Smith praised the album since it came out (with Patti Smith making a whole dang poem to show her love for it, yes, seriously.)

Considering that this was Brian at his lowest point, and he *still* put out an album of this caliber, deeply unique, deeply original, strange, catchy, innovative and genuine- and considering that before and (especially) after this album came out, people were working to control him and what he could and couldn’t make music-wise, and *especially* knowing the tragedy and actual physical and psychological abuse Brian went through- from his father to Eugene Landy, Love You feels like a total triumph for the man.

Despite the fact he never made an album like this before or after 1977, Love You is a tour-de-force, self-contained gem, and despite my severely complex feelings on it, I’ve come around to loving it for what it is- similar to what happened with me and 1967′s Smiley Smile. And perhaps that’s why Brian consistently states that Love You- yes, Love You is his favorite album he ever made.

"That's when it all happened for me. That's where my heart lies. Love You, Jesus, that's the best album we ever made." - Brian Wilson, 1998.

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Summer break - part 1/3

What could possibly go wrong when Slytherin bitch Scarlett Tempest visits Phil Baker during the summer break? Well now you will have to read and find out. But just don't ask how her confused ass managed to end up with accepting an invitation 😂

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“Mom, I’m leaving.” entering her room, she looked at her mother who was still not done packing everything for their trip to the Maldives.

“Have fun with the girls.”

Cocking a brow, Scarlett shook her head securing her backpack properly “I told you that’s next week when you are on your trip. I’m going to Nottingham now.” Her mother rose her eyes, however she did not appear to remember what Scarlett has been telling her for over a week “The boy I mentioned?”

“Oh honey, you don’t need to lie to me in order to see the girls, you know I like them. Now, you know where the money is, you have your phone and credit card yes?” Scarlett only nodding “Keys?”

“Of course.” Hearing a scoff, she turned around looking at her half-brother who was leaning against the wall, listening in for God knew how long “What?”

“Now I know you are off to do something stupid since no guy would even look at you with that nasty ass attitude.”

“Language!” her mother shouted from the bedroom.

Looking at him up and down Scarlett frowned “That’s rich coming from mister I spend an hour in the shower.” Gesturing as if wanking off, her brother showed her the middle finger.

“Now, now you two, settle down. Are you really sure you don’t want to come with us on holiday?” shaking her head, Scarlett turned on her heels and was out the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to her step father.

The train ride was uneventful, her keeping busy with music and reading, arriving in the Nottingham train station at the agreed time. How she ended up agreeing was still a mystery. She was playing an online game with Phil, one he insisted on buying her since it would be fun. Somewhere between game tactics, him talking about an anime she could not even remember, she suddenly said yes to coming over to his place so they could both leave for a convention later on during the week. In retrospect, it was far better than spending time with her family, Maldives or not.

At the train station, Phil waited for her with a handmade sign with her name on it “I do know how you look like you know?”

“I know.” He answered lifting the sign slightly “But I wanted to make you feel welcomed.” Scarlett only nodding as she changed the subject quickly.

“So did you pass the Apparating test?”

“Yes, it went ok. You?”

“Aced it. So…are you going to take me to your place?”

As if he actually remembered why she was there, he rubbed the back of his head offering to carry her bag which she declined, Phil ending up talking about the convention they were going to go to so fast and with so many unknown terms, Scarlett could only just nod away, offering a smile once in a while at his enthusiastic schedule.

Opening the front door, he called out to his parents, both of them arriving in the hallway only to stand amazed as they looked at the pair “This is my friend, Scarlett.”

“Hello darling” his mother snapped out of her stupor first “lovely to meet you. Phil didn’t mention that you are a…”

“What? A girl? Born one actually.” She had something way more nasty to say, however she bit her tongue, smiling politely “Don’t worry, I told mom I was coming over and she didn’t believe me so we’re sort of in the same boat.”

His father was still blinking in surprise, eyes going from Scarlett, to Phil, to his wife, clearing his throat when Scarlett stared at him “Right, well welcome. Come on show the lass upstairs, she must be tired after her trip.”

“Energy drink?” Phil asked finally finding a way out of the awkward discussion. It wasn’t like he did not try to tell his parents that his friend was a girl but every time he wanted to bring it up, he went on a rambling spree about something else entirely because he was actually nervous. Not that his parents would not agree or anything, they were actually happy Phil was hanging out with friends.

Smirking, Scarlett looked his way “Is that even a question? Of course.”

Leading the way upstairs, he showed her to his room, Scarlett’s eyes going wide at the collection of action figures, manga and posters he had “Oh my fucking God. Ok.”

“You will sleep here, the bed is comfier. You can read any manga you want, or watch movies, or we can play. Oh slippers.” He quickly went to retrieve a pair of big fluffy slippers from under his bed “I bought you these so you would have a pair. I hope pink is ok, they only had pink, but I can give you mine, but they might be too big for you. And I have snacks, right, energy drink. I’ll be right back.”

Watching him leave, she chuckled staring at the slippers, ending up laughing as she stood there in the middle of his room, managing to calm down right before he came back, carrying in his arms what she believed was probably one of each item from the store in terms of snacks.

“We can order pizza too, anything you like. Or we can go out if you want to go out, I’ll go out with you.”

“First time having a girl over?” she teased as he finally discarded everything on the bed.

“Umm…I…” he stammered slightly before nodding “but it’s fine, because we’re friends.”

“Right.” Scarlett nodded trying to refrain from smiling “We can do whatever, it’s fine by me. As long as I don’t have to be at home all is good.” She added sitting down on the bed.

Looking at her, he wanted to ask if something happened with her parents, but knew very well she wouldn’t share anything that actually bothered her “Want to play a game, I got an extra controller.”

“Sure, let’s do that.”

Pulling the bean bag from a corner of the room, he invited her to sit down first, placing the controller in her hands. Also taking a seat a bit farther from her, when he placed his entire weight on it, Scarlett’s petite figure could not stand a chance as she practically leaped over to his side, almost bumping heads with him as their bodies collided “I bet this is one of your nerd fantasies isn’t it? Move.”

“I didn’t do anything.” He tried getting up, only to lose his balance as Scarlett pushed him, somehow both of them landing on the floor, the bean bag now empty, her glaring daggers at it as she ran a hand through her hair.

“Great.” Huffing, she glanced over at Phil “I take the chair, you can take the bean bag. Deal?”

“Deal.” He stated, getting up and offering him her hand. Hesitating initially, she finally took it, both settling down as they played a fighting game with some weird characters. Even if Scarlett was raised in a Muggle environment and knew technology, mostly being addicted to it, when it came to anime and games, while she did try a few, there were some gaps in her knowledge.

“How?” she turned to look at Phil “I almost had you.”

“I used the ultimate attack since my mana recharged.” Him offering her a proud grin “I can show you how to do it.”

A few failed attempts later, Scarlett finally relented “Alright, fine, show me.” Trying to replicate his moves, however his fingers appeared to press those buttons at inhumane speed “Really? Alright, move.” She shooed him further up the bean bag, getting between his legs “Come on, I’ll watch.” Phil stood there for a few moments, until Scarlett looked behind her shoulder, her famous glare enough to snap him out of his daze. Placing his hands on her lap, he replicated the moves, a lot slower this time.

Not even bothering to get up since she found a comfortable position, they continued playing, her trying to watch his controller and the screen. Glancing down at her hands, Phil removed his finger from the X, Scarlett finishing off his character.

A second later, she threw her hands up in the air, cheering “Ha! Finally. Did you see that?”

Smiling, he shrug his shoulders “Lucky shot, again.”

She didn’t need to know he let her win, that he could play any character with his eyes closed, having memorized the sequence to every fighting stance. She still cheered when she won, sometimes even getting up to do a victory dance, Phil laughing as he accepted his apparent defeat.

Hours passed, snacks being shared between them on the bed as they watched an anime he picked out, her not complaining, half paying attention as she watched it but also spent time on her phone. By the time they said goodnight the sun was already rising and they were exhausted.

At 12 Phil finally woke up, Scarlett an hour later, already showered, dressed and dolled up. His family greeted her, Phil’s mother asking her what she would like to eat “Oh no, I don’t eat. Just a coffee for me.”

“Aren’t you a bit too young for coffee?”

“Let her be, they are after all 17, practically adults in the Wizarding World.” Phil’s father chimed in, Scarlett thankful for the intervention.

Seeing the ingredients on the counter, Scarlett got up checking everything out “I can make the pancakes, you take a seat and drink your coffee.”

“Oh no, you’re a guest, I couldn’t possibly.”

“Oh I insist. That way Phil will have to take me Starbucks and I won’t have to watch another episode of Dungmon.”

“Digimon.” He corrected her “Can I help with anything?”

“Neah, you relax. I know you will talk my ears off later.” Turning back to the counter she started on the batter, Phil smiling as he looked at the table.

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