#that does sound appealing actually i can't lie

[clarenecessities]

congrats on being the first AO3 author i actually downloaded a fic from after the blackout made me realize i always need to have access to Oh God There's Two Of Them lol (i will still always read it on ao3 when its an option tho XD)

djkfsj i'm honored!! and appreciate the reminder to start downloading fics, i would have lost my mind if i hadn't had so many pages pre-loaded. another win for Too Many Open Tabs gang 😎

#answers #n7punk #i've been considering one of those 'print shit out' binders but i'm paralyzed by organizational indecisiveness #forget 'by author' or 'by au' like you have fics in two different series. do i go chronological? alphabetical? #do i get some of those colored tabs and just go ape shit? #that does sound appealing actually i can't lie

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: your best friend brags complains that he can't get laid due to his huge dick posing a threat to random girls at parties, so you offer to fix his little big problem pairing: soobin x reader genre: smut, best friends to lovers warnings: explicit language, big dick soobin (canon event), size kink, foreplay, eating out, blowjob, hugging, fingering, size training, creampie, consensual intercourse, kissing, aftercare, allusions to death in a sexual context, lowkey possessive soobin at the end author's note: the killa is on my mind 24/7 and im down bad for soobin 25/8 🥵 so i had to get it out of my system somehow 🤷 word count: 2k

“You’re kidding, right?” you ask your best friend when he makes a rather shocking confession as the two of you are sitting in his bedroom after one of your usual anime marathons.

“I wish I was. But I would never lie to you,” Soobin responds truthfully. His big moist eyes look a 100% genuine but it still sounds so...bizarre.

“Let me get this straight…Every time you try to hook up with a girl at one of those parties Yeonjun keep dragging you to, you go to a room, eat them out like the generous, selfless guy you are, and then after you take off your pants, they get scared by your gigantic cock and refuse to have sex, running away in horror?”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to explain for the past 10 minutes, yeah,” Soobin confirms with a very adorable pout on his stupid face.

You shake your head in utter disbelief.

“I’m sorry but this is just ridiculous. Any girl would be happy to hook up with a guy that has a huge dick.”

“Well, I guess not any girl ‘cause this shit has happened three times already and I’m at my limit. Why can’t I just get laid?” Soobin bemoans his tragic destiny.

“No, I don’t get it. The least they could do is give you a quickie or something to return the favour. It’s so rude to just sprint away. I can’t believe your cock is that terrifying.”

“Ugh, please stop saying that. It’s so embarrassing,” Soobin covers his face behind his big hands. Hold on a minute…

“If what you’re saying is true, then I think it’s pretty hot. Those girls are surely missing out.”

“Or maybe they’re just looking after themselves. Like…I’m not mad at them for being spooked out, I just wish I could finally get some, you know?” Soobin sighs.

“Death by dick does seem appealing,” you shrug.

“Y/N!” he exclaims.

“Listen, what if I make you an offer? You prove to me that you weren’t exaggerating about your size and I promise I won’t run away and will take care of your…frustrations.”

“Are you seriously suggesting this?” Soobin freaks out. “This could ruin our friendship.”

“I won’t be weird about it, I swear. What do you say?”

“Fuck it. I’m so horny that this actually sounds like a good idea,” Soobin admits. “Can I eat you out first?”

“Erm, if you insist,” you reply, suddenly feeling nervous.

“I just wanna take care of you, make sure you’re all nice and wet for me,” Soobin explains patiently.

“You really don’t have to,” you reassure him.

“I know but it’d be awkward for me to just whip it out. Please?”

“Oh…okay,” you really can’t imagine saying no when he’s asking you so sweetly. God, what did you get yourself into?

Soobin takes off your leggings and panties in one swift movement and pushes you down gently on the bed so you are in a lying position. He spreads your thighs apart and looks at your pussy, already glistening with wetness caused by the conversation you’ve been having. Soobin smirks but doesn’t say anything about it. You’re grateful for that as he dives in, licking and kissing all over you. Fucking hell, if his tongue is capable of making you feel this way, you are slightly unnerved to find out what his cock can achieve. But unlike those girls at the parties, you are determined to never run away from your best friend.

Soon enough, you reach your high, overwhelmed by Soobin’s insane tongue movements and his big hands gripping your thighs. You need a few moments to gather your thoughts and when you are finally able to speak, those are the first words that leave your mouth:

“I think they fleed because you eat pussy like a starved animal. Seriously, what the hell was that?”

Soobin chuckles nervously and runs his fingers through his black hair, pushing it back and exposing his forehead for a bit.

“Trust me, it’s not that.”

“Prove it,” you challenge him even though you are fairly certain he’s telling the truth. Your best friend has never lied to you, so why start now?

Soobin takes off his pants, his hands are shaking and you immediately feel bad. You put your hand on his in an attempt to calm him down.

“Hey, you don’t have to if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I do want this, but after so many failed attempts, I’m so anxious…”

“I’m not going anywhere, Soobin,” you insist and squeeze his hand reassuringly.

His skin complexion looks slightly less pale and your words seem to give him the confidence he so desperately needs. Moment of truth. Soobin takes off his boxers and…Oh damn, he was not exaggerating. He’s not just big, he’s so huge a part of you wonders how is it humanly possible to carry such a weapon around and maintain the gentle, humble composure with which Soobin carries himself.

“You’re not running yet,” he jokes.

“Soob?”

“Y-yeah?” his voice cracks, he is obviously terrified of what you’re going to say.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I finally get why these girls ran away.”

“Oh,” he sounds a little dejected, as if already expecting you to go back on your offer.

“But! That’s not gonna stop me. Just tell me what you want first and I’ll try my best to make you happy.”

“Huh?” Soobin is too flustered to process your words.

“My hands, my mouth, or my pussy, what do you want first?”

“You mean…you’re willing to give me all of them?” he blinks in shock.

This poor, precious boy. Did he really face disappointment so many times that he is now looking a gift horse in the mouth with such uncertainty?

“Just pick, Soobie, I promise I’ll give you anything you need.”

“Um…can you suck me off? Please?”

Gosh, he’s so adorable you want to eat him.

You nod a little too enthusiastically and go down on your knees, taking as much of his cock as you can. It’s a tight fit but what you can’t put inside your mouth you make up for by wrapping your hands around him. You suck and lick and touch him, eager to give him as much pleasure as he did you. Your beloved best friend has obviously been frustrated for a while now because it doesn’t take him long to cum inside your mouth. There is so much you can’t manage to swallow it all despite your valiant efforts and you see some of it falling down your cheeks. You wipe it off with a finger, sticking it into your mouth, grinning widely at Soobin.

“Fuck, you’re incredible. What…how…are you okay?”

He presses his big palm against your cheek and it takes a lot of self-control for you to not melt right there and then.

“I’m great. Did…did it feel good for you?” you ask sheepishly.

You’re not particularly confident about your skills but you genuinely did your best for him.

“Are you crazy? It felt insanely good,” Soobin takes your hand, lifting you up and wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

“I’m glad,” you respond, feeling safer and warmer than ever before in your life.

“Do…you still want to…you know?” Soobin asks.

“If you’re asking whether you can put your cock inside my pussy, then yeah, go for it. As long as it’s something you want, of course.”

You keep reminding him to only do things he’s completely okay with, because you would hate to put your best friend in a situation he doesn’t enjoy just because of your greed.

“I want you so bad, you have no idea. But I think I’ll need to stretch you out a bit, yeah?”

“O-okay,” you quickly agree and in no time, Soobin’s long fingers are inside of your pussy, going deeper than your own have ever been and making you feel things you never even dreamed about.

“How does it feel?” Soobin asks in concern.

“Heavenly,” you admit and just as you’re about to reach your second orgasm, Soobin’s fingers leave you.

“N-no, why’d you do that?” you whine frustratedly.

“Wanna feel you come around my cock.”

As it turns out, you'd like this just as much so you quickly forgive him for ruining your orgasm.

“I think I have a condom in my-“ Soobin starts but you cut him off.

“I’m taking a pill. And I believe we’re both clean, so…”

“You gon’ let me fuck you raw?” Soobin inquires, not wanting to make assumptions.

“Yeah, I trust you,” you reply with conviction.

“You’re a dream,” Soobin chuckles and nudges the head of his cock against your moist entrance. You brace yourself for some level of discomfort and are surprised that it doesn’t come right away. Soobin takes his sweet time getting inside you, making sure you’re okay.

“Fuck, Soob, you're so big,” you moan, already feeling overstimulated.

“This is just the tip, baby,” he explains shyly, which makes you lose your mind.

Soobin goes deeper very slowly, making you feel every inch, stretching you out bit by bit.

“How much more?” you ask somewhat impatiently.

“Just a little bit. Can’t help it that your pussy is so tiny,” he teases you.

“Not my fault your dick is so gigantic,” you bite right back.

“I promise, I'll try my best not to split you in half,” Soobin jokes, which does little to ease your worries, but at the same time only makes you wetter.

“Keep talking to me,” you plead for him.

“Does it hurt?” he wants to know, as he keeps entering you further.

“It’s a good kind of hurt,” you explain, wincing slightly.

Once you’ve gotten used to it, you signal to Soobin that he can start moving and he does just that, fucking into you with an impressive speed. You try to meet him halfway, lifting your hips up for him, melting into one.

“You’re taking it so well, my darling best friend,” Soobin praises you relentlessly.

“Anything for you, Soobie,” you cry out in sweet bliss.

“I’m close,” Soobin confesses soon enough.

“Fill me up,” you beg him, almost in a daze, deeply affected by his overpowering presence.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice and spills his seed inside of you. It feels so good that you cum with him, walls clenching around his enormous dick. Soobin leans down to kiss you, further blurring the lines between friendship and…whatever this is.

Then, he takes his cock out and you realize something far more terrifying than his intimidating size - you are falling in love with your best friend.

Soobin quickly brings a towel and a bottle of water, taking care of you like no one else before. You want to cry, touched by his sweetness and falling even further.

“How do you feel?” Soobin brushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I feel…like I'm on another planet,” you confess shakily.

Soobin chuckles, visibly relieved to hear that.

“You’re so cute,” he murmurs, enveloping you in a hug. His large frame towers over you and if it was anyone else, you’d probably feel slightly threatened. But this is Soobin, and even though he just fucked your brains out, you feel completely safe and protected. Safe enough to be honest about how you feel.

“I know I promised not to be weird about it but…I don’t think I can go back to being friends.”

Soobin pales for a moment, scared of losing you.

“Why not?” he blinks, barely restraining his tears.

“I wanna belong to you,” you try to ease his worries by openly saying what your heart and soul desire.

“Oh…But baby, you already do,” Soobin suddenly beams with excitement. “And I belong to you, too.”

“I think you killed me a little,” you laugh. “Killed my pussy with your big cock and ruined me for other men.”

Soobin raises an eyebrow.

“Bold of you to assume that I’d let other men near your pussy. You’re all mine now.”

The End

#txt #soobin #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #size k!nk #soobin x reader #soobin smut #soobin hard thoughts #soobin hard hours #txt imagines #soobin imagines #writing

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro, darling

A and Q for Hideout Steve (I thought about requesting Z and then realised, for him, it’s everywhere 😂

For this ask game, and they are dirtayyyyyy.

Little different than general solo steve and I'll elaborate on when he's soft-spoken vs. loud (Low key hilarious that Hideout!Steve is soooooo sensitive and Fools!Steve is the polar opposite.)

MINORS DNI. I know you're sick of me saying it, but this is not for youngsters. I will not hesitate to let you know when a fic is all-age friendly!

A - Alone Time

Let's start from the beginning. When 'Grant' first starting visiting the motel, he really didn't have any dreams/delusions/fantasies about having a love life, and since Steve always imagined he'd only have sex with someone he was able to court and know pretty well, he resigned himself to never finding someone until his exile ended. (Considering in canon, it never really ended, we see he had a point.)

Once something does develop between you, despite all odds, he gets to hope, and hope is a drug to Steve Rogers.

He doesn't have a lot of time where he's truly alone while bunking with Natasha and Sam--sometimes Wanda and Viz, too--so I feel like Steve has mastered the art of innocent imagination. When he thinks of you it's not graphic, not unless he can be in a separate room or, preferably, building than the rest of his group.

They all understand though. Each of them clammers for some distance as often as is safe.

Bathing marks the only real and consistent time Steve has alone, meaning you helping wash his hair in the tub counts as a double whammy to his fantasies.

There was a lot of crossover in his dreams that night since the association is too strong. He touches himself in the shower, you were in the bathroom with him, and thus, he dreamt of you touching him in the shower. He woke up to that being almost the reality, too, so that wet dream has been pretty consistently on repeat.

From that point on, the urge to imagine what could happen gets much worse. The group doesn't have a routine. They bounce from place to place and spend wildly different amounts of time in each location. To date, the motel is only one of three places they've stayed two times, and it is the only place they've gone back to more than twice. It's not fucking rocket science to understand what's so appealing to Steve that he nudges and hints at returning as often as is strategically plausible.

If by chance Steve actually gets a room to himself and is truly alone for a few hours, it's difficult not to take advantage, spread out, and sleep, however, but he sleeps even better after writhing around as a horny mess for about twenty minutes, working himself up, humping the mattress and his hand, moaning into the pillows like a whore (at least he thinks he sounds like those 'painted' women back in the '30s and '40s), and coming hard on his abs. He vaguely knows he's a glutton for punishment by how long he tries to milk his orgasm. It works though. He can last a bit longer now--even with the vivid memory of what it feels like to be inside you--yet he doesn't really need to last when his alone time is so limited. Should he...practice that? Should he be trying to hold out longer?

Dillema!

Q - Quiet Please

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oops, sorry, got lost in my thots about how loud Steve can get while fucking you. Honestly, if you two have enough privacy, he's even goddamn noisy while eating you out.

As I hope I've established many times, Steve Rogers in any universe can't talk dirty to save his life. He can lie better than he can say words like 'fuck,' or 'cunt,' and will never ever say the word 'pussy' in reference to your body or a cat (now that he knows what some people use the term for). I have no clue why 'cunt' would be better than 'pussy,' but 🤷🏻‍♀️ this is my headcanon so here we go. He uses any curse words so seldom that it doesn't really matter. He'd have to be pretty surprised by the intensity of something or at peak possessiveness to utter stuff like that. (If he has to reference it, usually he just says "you're so wet," "you're squeezing me so tight," or "do you need me?" Very general, no bad words required.)

ANYWHO: volume.

As much as I ::melts:: love the idea of Steve getting louder when he's tired, he has grown to enjoy the thrill of being quiet and sneaky.

He's got to get his kicks somewhere, right? So he's almost trained himself to be completely silent (to the point of holding his breath, which is a whole other kink for way later) while he imagines that you can travel with them for some reason. It's a fantasy; he hasn't worked out the details. He'd still want to be buried inside you or fingering you till you come if you had to share a room with the group for a night. He'll be quiet if you will. They'll never know. He promises. Please, Tops. Please. He wants to touch you, to hold you, to feel you everywhere...

Yup, Steve can be silent as the grave or hitting opera notes; it's all good as long as he gets to be with you.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Hideout Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

One more cowboy cat for the road!

#ro answers #dirty asks #ask game #hideout series #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers smut #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers x you #nomad steve

[sanemisstalker]

sanemi doing the suspicious eye squint whenever you lie to him

"I'm back babe, I had to deal with some annoying ass demons. How was your night?"

you tell him about your night and how you slept.

"Great. Anyways, did you touch yourself while i wasnt here?"

if you say no nervously he will squint his eyes suspiciously and if you say no with complete confidence unwavering he will reward you!! (in bed)

if you nervously say yes he'll feel a bit bad and feel like he's pushing you which usually ends up with him clutching onto you with an iron grip or offering to let you be top (FEMDOMMM sorry) if you confidently say yes he'll punish you (praying for your ability to walk)

NSFW/ fem reader/afab genitalia/ domination

I'm in a Dom Sanemi mood fuckkkkk- I need him so fucking nmgnsbhsss-

The only image my brain will allow me to conjure for this, and I need you to stick with me, because I've been thinking about how to word this ask for days--- but it's just the vibe. The energy. There isn't a scenario I can give you- just how it would feel.

But I need you to imagine that feeling right after you cum. Maybe you're huffy, maybe you're done, maybe you need more. Every day, you've had your fingers buried in your needy pussy. Banging fists into walls, your back against your bed- because nothing feels like him. Nothing does, and you can't put your finger on why?

You rejoice, for the first time in days since he's left you to go pursue real, life threatening damage, you're finally able to work yourself up enough and cum. It's short, and unsatisfactory. Not worth a thing-

And then it's him. Maybe it was seconds ago, or hours, it doesn't matter. You can tell he knows the second you turn and lock eyes on him. He doesn't have a starch array of emotions to sport, but this one is concentrated, wide eyed and blown out.

He can smell it. Hear it. Did you ever break a plate as a child? That's the fear that look strikes into you. It all but sings that he knows your sins- but you don't know that's why, yet. There's that tiny little voice egging you on to just try and get away with it.

He couldn't possibly know.

And you do- try that is. You try to appeal to his emotions, to his logic- a simple 'Hi, Sanemi, did the demon hunting go alright?' But before you can even ask, he's growling at you,

"Did you touch yourself?" It was so to the point- like he'd grabbed your head and slammed it through the nearest wall-

His eyes lowered, understanding you were about to make an incredibly stupid decision while looking incredibly guilty. Incredibly needy. Incredibly in need of his cock down your shaking throat- In need of his hands between your rubbing thighs.

God you looked so happy to see him, it was lighting him up. His cock would begin to rise.

You'd lean down and prop your head on your hand, the man would start to walk toward you with a plan in mind. He didn't know what the plan was, yet, but the start and end were easy. You act especially dumb, and he leaves you fucked so you're actually dumb.

"No?" You'd croak, not even believing the sound of excitement dripping from your voice.

-----

AGHHHHHH. I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME PLEASE GOD PL E A SE

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #hashira x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi smut #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x you

[twistedtalking]

3 Dormleaders and the Adeuce Duo's Reaction to

*~Sentience~*

TW: Ace is a jerk, slight mention of Exams, Idk how to write Idia/Malleus/Azul, new to the internet and it's slang writer trying to imagine what Idia would say, slightly cringe, slight T*ey slander, intentional wrong grammar, Azul so confused he forget he doesn't have morals, Mentions of camera, weirdo prefect, I made this when I was bored, and braindead from school, shirtless Malleus, grossed-out Azul, etc.

Ace: ...Oh. So I'm just a video game character... No real feelings, no real emotions. My family is just a figment of my imagination. My personality, just pieces of code.

Life has lost all it's meaning.

...Or was I ever truly alive in the first place?

.

.

.

.

GOT YOU!!!

Man, you should have seen the look on your face. It was HILARIOUS!

What? Did you really think you could fool me with such a basic prank? Come on, my brother already done that one when I was five. ...which I completely did not fall for whatsoever! Nope. Not at all.

Anyways, you should really hide your props better. I could see the camera from miles away.

(Prefect: What do you mean "camera"?)

Ace: ...

(Prefect: ...)

Ace: ...we're dead.

Deuce:

"Huh?! REALLY?? Was My whole life a lie?! Oh gosh, does this mean I've never existed?!?! Are the words coming from my mouth really from my thoughts or am I just reading from a script done by some bored writer?!

Does this mean my exam results mean NOTHING?!?!"

(Ace: What? You really fell for that? Dude, you're so gullible. It's just a prank, man. Right, Prefect?)

(Prefect: ...)

(Ace: ...right?)

(Prefect: ...)

(Ace: Dude, this isn't funny anymore)

(Prefect: ...)

(Ace: JUST SAY SOMETHING! ANYTHING! PLEASE!!!)

"We're all gonna die!!!"

(Ace: We can't die if we were never alive in the first place, idiot. Oh great, now I'm saying weird stuff too!)

(Prefect: Sorry for the long wait, guys. Mind catching me up on what happened when I was AFK?)

(Adeuce duo: When you were WHAT?!?!?)

Idia:

"Rlly? Who'd believe that? Like srsly, I'm not even that marketable. I'm too floopy to be in a shooter game, too boring to be in a gacha-"

(Prefect: It's a gacha)

Dude, who in their right mind would pull for me?? I'm the boringest character ever!

(Prefect: Nah, that's Trey)

Nah, Trey's the untrustable kind

(Prefect: Nah, that's Jade)

...okay, fair.

Anyways, I just don't see the appeal. Like, why? I'm just a weirdo who hates people, and stays in my room to play video games 21/7! And I read manga the rest of the time. I'm a total loser!

(Prefect: And that's what makes you the relatable character. Jokes aside, your saracasm is pretty funny, man, the ghost bride event was hilarious, and your character design is pretty cool. That's some of the reasons. Honestly, just gonna pull 4 u on ur next banner.)

"You should get your eyes checked"

(Prefect: I should. It's been a while since I changed my glasses. I can't even see your eyes lol.)

(Prefect: Anyways, Want to play the game? We got Rhythm games, card battles-)

"Sounds great. Better question, are there any, ahem, hot mommies?"

(Prefect: We got...Leona? And Vil! Man, how could I forget Vil? I love that man)

"Who doesn't?! I mean, whoever doesn't must be BLIND. He's totally SSR tier! If he was in the game, I'd whale for him whenever he gets a banner! He's pogchamp.

Well, As long as he isn't trying to get me to take care of myself. He's way better behind a screen. Like man, I don't care if I'll die quicker, give me my cup noodles and pomegranate candies. Actually, it's much better if I die-"

(Ortho: Nee-san! We talked about this!)

"...fine."

(Prefect: You tell him, Ortho!)

Could you send the game now?

(Prefect: yeah, sure. But the boss battles are pretty hard to beat-)

"Heh, I could beat that game in 3 weeks top"

(Prefect: Alright, you're on!)

Malleus:

Child of man, what is this "video game character" that you speak of, and how am I such one?

(Prefect: it just means a whole lot of people all around the world- Scratch that. All around the universe, simp for you!)

What does "simp" mean?

(Prefect: Imagine Sebek but, well... Yeah, never mind. Just imagine Sebek. But for like, fictional characters)

But I am not a work of fiction though, child of man? What dost thou mean?

(Prefect: ...heh. um, actually...)

A talking portrait of me in your digital device. I still do not understand what you are trying to convey.

(Prefect: Never mind. Let's just look at fanarts of you)

"Fanarts"?

(Prefect: portraits of you done in my realm)

I am fine with that. Show me these "fanarts" you speak of.

.

"These are not at all accurate. Some of them look completely different from each other. And why do some of them portray me without my clothing-"

(Prefect: OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH INTERNET FOR TODAY! Yeah, let's just look at gargoyles or something! ...wait. Is that Lilia with a bag of groceries?!?! Oop. We're doomed.)

Azul:

Ah, good afternoon Prefect. I wish to speak to you. You see, while we were stealing-

I mean, checking your phone-

(Prefect: Why are you stealing checking my phone??)

Not important.

Anyways, we found this. Care to explain why you have a picture of me as your lock screen? I mean, I AM quite handsome, but the use of photos of me taken without permission could and would get you sued!

I don't really want to sue you, so I've came up with a good compromise. How about a-

(Prefect: thank God, you didn't see the home screen.)

...Well, of course I did. It was quite...odd.

(Prefect: Really? That's all? I thought you'd make a bigger reaction, you know, with it being you in an nsfw outfit)

In a WHAT!?!?

(Prefect: Aha! So you didn't see my lock screen! I was just joking. FYI, it was just a cute chibi Azul in his octomer form.)

Oh.

(Prefect: The bunny girl outfit was last week)

WHAT?!?! I could sue you right now, you know?!

(Prefect: you have no proof)

You admitted it!

(Prefect: You have no witnesses)

Nonsense! Jade and Floyd are-

Ah. Right...

Ahem. Pray tell, where did you find such...things.

(Prefect: The internet Is a weird place)

WHY WOULD THE INTERNET-

(Prefect: Octavinelle's the most popular game in Twisted Wonderland. At least, in tumblr. Poll-wise, I mean. I prefer Heartslabyul though. Ah, By the way, I mean the videogame, not this world.)

What??

Impossible. I am not from a video game. I'm not some weird anime character-

(Prefect: *shows gameplay*)

Okay, but-

(Prefect: *shows chapter 3*)

...do I at least get a share on the income?

No? What do you mean "No"?! THEY'RE USING MY FACE! FOR INCOME! AND I DON'T EVEN GET 48%?! This is unfair. This is ILLEGAL! I'm going to sue!

(Prefect: You're going to sue...D*sney. The one who made you? The one who made Ursula??)

Yeah, what's the problem with that-

Wait, Ursula?! What do you mean-

(Prefect: does that mean I can buy twst merch from you now? Hey, can I order a body pillow?)

What? T-that's disgusting!

(Prefect: *puts down bag of money*)

Did I say disgusting? No, I meant odd. But everyone's a little odd.

So, who do you want a body pillow of? Come now, Let us discuss the price in the VIP room.

Original ask:

Message:

(Argument with Idia)

You're just a game character anyways!

(For Deuce)

I'm pulling for your banner cuz you're my fav character. Wish me luck! What do I mean? I mean, you are a video game character, you know.

(For Ace)

Dude, you're from a video game.

#Btw The talking malleus portrait is just prefect opening the twst game #Finally done #Random twst stuff #Twst Crack #twst shitpost #disney twisted wonderland #Twst x reader #Twst x oc #Twst oc ig? #Azul ashengrotto #Twst Azul #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x yuu #Azul #Jade #Floyd #leech twins #twst azul ashengrotto #twst azul x reader #So many Azul tags lol #Twst Ace #Ace trappola #Adeuce #adeuyuu #ace trappola x reader #ace trapolla x yuu #ace trapolla x reader #ace trappola #twst ace x reader #Twst Ace trappola

[trashexplorer]

BLCD Review: Old-fashioned Cupcake 2

Title: Old-fashion Cupcake with Capuccino (オールドファッションカップケーキwithカプチーノ)

Author/Artist: Sagan Sagan

Shop: CD + Manga

Release Date: 2021/12/22

Cast: Azakami Youhei x Okitsu Kazuyuki

Review Proper

What to say? Maybe it's the ADHD or the fact that I just came from two long BLCDs, but I'm always in a bad headspace when I listen to OFC. 😅 The second volume just went the second route of sequels: misunderstandings/insecurities featuring third-party appearances. I really get where Nozue-san's coming from and I'm not saying that his insecurities are invalid or whatever—it's just that he's the one who wanted to make their relationship low-key, but he was doing the worst job at it. 🙄And like what I've said in my review for volume 1, they don't have a big age gap, so this age gag with Nozue-san just annoys me. It doesn't help that they mention it every five pages or so. The more Sagan Sagan does it, the more Nozue-san's age sounds more like an excuse than a gag.

Yoneda Kou's spoiled me to the point that I can't accept anything less, it seems. 🤷Don't blame me for comparing, they also have a Togawa over there.

Anyway, that's enough of the plot.

Chil-chil 2023 was a lie. There is no way Okitsu placed fourth while Youhei placed 13th. If anything, they should be reversed—and that's coming from me, one of the biggest Okitsu whores on this site. But being an Okitsu simp also means I know how that man sounds like, and that man sounds awkward af in this tone. His Nozue-san is too slow and too light for him. Nozue-san does have moments where he'll explode in panic or anger, but considering how light and slow Okitsu's portrayal of him is, you would expect his explosions to be more on the lighter side, right? WRONG. HE GOES FULL JONATHAN JOESTAR TO DO IT LMAO

SUNLIGHT YELLOW OVERDRIVE!!!

I failed to mention in my first review that Nozue-san looks like Italy from Hetalia which is why I wanted NamiD for him... if he wasn't so problematic. Anyway, thankfully, we have a live-action. I very much prefer Kouhei Takeda over Okitsu as Nozue-san. HAHAHAHAHAHA

Youhei was the true MVP of this BLCD. I don't get how he placed so low. He was very stable, and his sex appeal shined throughout the CD. It kind of reminds me of Maeno's tbh. Chil-chil 2022 might've robbed him, but this man has earned his seat at the "tops you should look out for" table in my view. Congratulations!

The BLCD was pretty accurate to the manga. Read-alongs are indeed possible with it, but I will say that I had an issue with SuBLime's localization. For one thing, the second volume wasn't consistent with the first. Togawa calls Nozue-san "Mr. Nozue" in the first volume while he calls him "Nozue" in the second.😑I don't want to go on a long rant about honorifics, but when it comes to stories where age is an important factor, I am firm in my belief that the Japanese or a close English equivalent should be used. It's a Japanese story set in Japan; it's not your culture to localize. There, I said it.

Also,

Yes, we stan being redundant even when the original wasn't. 😌 I wouldn't be nit-picking if y'all just licensed Koi ga, SuBLime.

Still, please try supporting the official transla localization if you can. I can't say that the production was great because of Okitsu, but this actually placed fifth in the 2022 awards, so do with that info what you wish. If y'all want more office bl, then I shamelessly recommend Yoneda Kou's Doushitemo Furetakunai (Ishikawa Hideo x Nojima Kenji) and Soredemo, Yasashii Koi o Suru (Morikawa Toshiyuki x Nojima Hirofumi).

#blcd reviews #blcd 2021 reviews #old fashioned cupcake #sagan sagan #fifth avenue #azakami youhei #okitsu kazuyuki

[kissporsche]

i am 300 years late. ship game namphueng/gun

and i am 300 years late to answer this so we're even

LU. LU. LU. HOW DID YOU KNOW THIS WAS A THING I HAD THOUGHTS ABOUT

I'm not going to do the questions for this one BUT

Ship It

Right okay you might think i'm insane but. I think Namphueng might have been in love with Gun. I think they might have actually been together but the jealousy and rivalry between Korn and Gun (and whatever hand their father had in this) made it unbearable so Namphueng left.

I can't explain it I just feel like it's true. I'm not saying it was healthy or anything like that, but I do feel like at one point they loved each other. Gun enters the room and as soon as he sees Namphueng all his defences start falling (which of course was Korn's intention leading him there), when Namphueng hears Gun's voice she turns, her eyes widen (in recognition? I think so, team She Has Her Memories over here) and then she stands. When Kinn and Porsche enter the room she doesn't even look at them right away, instead she's stuck staring at Gun. I've said before that Porsche addressing her is what snaps her back into her role, she shuts down and cowers away behind Korn.

We get this exchange:

"How could you do this to Namphueng? How could you?" "I did this to protect Namphueng." "That's not true. You told me she was dead."

Worth saying as well, this is possibly the most emotional we see Korn, although how much of it is an act is up for debate. I think genuinely, arguing over Namphueng with his brother does mentally send him back to being a younger, more emotional man.

Back to the dialogue, obviously i'm not getting the full nuance reading subs, but something about the way it's phrased doesn't sound like they're talking about what Korn is about to accuse Gun of. it sounds not only like the worst thing Korn has done (in Gun's opinion) to Namphueng is telling Gun she was dead but also that the act of protecting her is directly in opposition to letting Gun believe she had died.

"That's all on you Gun, you made me lie. Don't you remember?"

"Don't you remember" is such an interesting thing to say here. Before he tells an emotionally distressed Gun what he's supposed to remember:

"You shot Pat that day. Then we brought Namphueng home. You molested her."

We the viewer know at least half of that is a lie. Korn shot Pat. Korn is excellent at manipulating people into believing what he tells them. Not to mention, if both Korn and Gun brought Namphueng home then what would Gun think happened to Porsche and Chay? Why would he believe they were out of the picture if he was with Korn the whole time?

Namphueng is behind Korn while he says this and has very little reaction, she's acting as she has been since the start but-

When Korn raises his voice she closes her eyes and grips her dress. It's not rocket science to say Namphueng is traumatised by Korn, but yeah.

"You did all of this because you're selfish. You lied to everyone. Korn, stop pretending. Stop it. [...] You just want all the power. The truth is, you're just as bad as papa was."

Now Gun has shifted from Namphueng to the real heart of the issue: him and Korn. Namphueng becomes what she's always been when she gets between the brothers, just another way for one of them to win power over the other. What I also want to point out is that Gun doesn't deny anything Korn accused him of, but he does call Korn out for "pretending". Because Gun knows, possibly better than anyone else, that Korn is a liar. Gun isn't trying to defend himself here, he's barely aware of their audience, if Korn is lying then he, Korn and Namphueng all already know that.

And then one of my favourite lines in the entire series, "You're just as bad as papa was." and Korn's reaction.

A beat of silence from the master manipulator, who has finally been hit where it hurts. Just brothers who were fucked up by their father, and are passing it along to their kids in return.

Then Gun focuses back on Namphueng, appealing to her:

"Namphueng, I love you the most. Please come back to me. I'll protect you."

Now Namphueng is visibly distressed, her lips are shaking, she's squirming uncomfortably, eyes darting all over the place.

"I love you the most"- even loving her is a competition between them, it always has been, but also- "Please come back to me." Come back to me. I can protect you now, like I couldn't before. We can be together again.

But then he goes back to Korn, and:

"And everyone shall know the truth. The truth that Namphueng is-"

The way this haunts me! What the fuck could he be about to say, because I thought it was another secret he was trying to use against Korn, one serious enough he ends up dead for trying to reveal it, but... what? What more is there we don't know about Namphueng?

This truth is clearly something both he and Korn know, and either is information that could be leveraged against Korn and/or make him angry enough to shoot Gun. Revealing that he and Namphueng were together fits both, because it disrupts the narrative that Korn is trying to spin here of Gun being obsessed with her to the point of assaulting her.

I really don't know. I want to push the half-brothers agenda but the Kinnporsche timeline is impossible to understand so i'll just say it's not out of the realm of possibility that the end of that sentence is "Namphueng is Vegas's mother", especially seeing as Korn mentions them right after shooting him. Which clearly isn't for his benefit seeing as he's dead- okay i'm shutting up i'm stopping.

So Korn shoots Gun and Namphueng screams, the only sound we hear her make in the entire show, then passes out. I mean, reasonable under any circumstances given she's a traumatised, isolated woman who just saw someone get shot, whether that person was just her foster brother or past lover is neither here nor there.

So uh this got away from me a little (when will I stop going on about this scene) but my thoughts are this: Gun and Namphueng were together at some point in the past, but Namphueng still left to try and get out of the family. Part of Korn's motivation in locking her up was to win something against Gun, who had her when Korn couldn't. Whether they were still secretly seeing each other while Namphueng was with Pat, whether they were married or had children together, is up for debate.

And just to be clear, absolutely none of this is an attempt at defending Gun for anything. Them being together in the past doesn't even preclude him assaulting her, just in my opinion it reads more like Korn manipulation than anything else because Korn is speaking for their audience (Kinn and Porsche, who he needs to be under his control for his plan to work) whereas Gun isn't. But we won't know for sure until Namphueng tells us herself.

#answer #lu-sn #ask game #kinnporsche #kp orig #the half brothers agenda doesn't work with the 'just as stupid as your mother' line i know i know (unless it does) #can you tell this has been in my head since the finale aired but I assumed noone would care about it so i never wrote it lol #THANKS FOR THE EXCUSE LU

[tobiasdrake]

Oh, and then we have to deal with the fallout of the bad motive.

So, that First Blood Perk. Obviously the game wasn't going to let that actually be a thing, because it would deprive us of a core feature of the games: the Class Trial.

Honestly, I might have more respect for the game's whole "Rise up against Danganronpa itself!" thing if they had. If they actually let the killer claim the First Blood Perk and walk. Fuck you, no fun Class Trial will be had here!

That would be aggravating. But it would be aggravating in a way that feels truly resonant with the game's ultimate goal of tearing down Danganronpa brick by brick. The game is later going to say that the fandom is part of the problem and appeal to them to become part of the solution. So. Yeah. It does piss you off that we never got to play the fun trial game, doesn't it? Maybe you should think about that.

(Though I still wouldn't want the killer to actually be Kaede, especially with the crime scene clearly showing that she couldn't have done it. I'm not actually that impressed by "Your PC is the Blackened" after we already did "Your PC is the Mastermind" one game ago.)

But no. You knew they were going to cop out. I knew they were going to cop out. Despite insisting repeatedly at the end that they are making an unsatisfying Danganronpa experience on purpose, they are still trying to do that as a satisfying Danganronpa experience so they wouldn't dare deprive us of such an important feature.

So how do they cop out? Is it because the killer themselves don't know they're the killer and thus can't claim the perk? Could it be that the killer wants to weaponize the Killing Game to kill us all, like Hina and Nagito have tried in the past?

Nope. The killer decides she wants to get caught and die so that Shuichi can develop and grow as a character. That's it. That's the reason.

This is how Kodaka, recognizing that what he's about to do is a pretty shitty thing to do to an audience that he's spent time getting hyped for this character, tries to grease the wheels. It's not technically a Fridging because she wanted to die! She chose to sacrifice herself on the altar of Shuichi's growth! She climbed into the refrigerator and slit her own throat! That was her choice! So you can't be mad about it! She had complete agency over the reduction of her character to a footnote in the real protagonist Shuichi's personal journey! I didn't do it! SHE did it!

Whether these are valid reasons that make it Okay, Actually or if they're just overcompensating paper-thin excuses to justify an incredibly mean-spirited prank, that's up to you. I think you know where I fall on that dichotomy.

What's especially weird about the First Blood Perk is that it makes sense in retrospect. Trying to cancel the Class Trial makes perfect sense as something Tsumugi might do to conceal her own involvement in Rantaro's death and role as the true culprit. But it was offered well before any plans for killing were ever even a teensy-tiny thought in the back of anyone's minds.

So either Tsumugi is secretly an omniscient 4-D chess predictive grandmaster who knows every single thought that will ever pass through the minds of every single person in every single second of every single day only pretending to be an incompetent hack, or this was pure serendipitous coincidence. Something that seems complex and compelling but is actually a hollow, vacuous shell devoid of any real meaning.

Which is true? Eh, whichever you want to be true. The game's actually proud of itself for never committing to its own story, so there is no actual truth behind anything that happens. Even the reality show stuff ends on "But what if THAT was another lie and the REAL REAL real plot has never been revealed!? I'M SO CLEVER."

"This seems meaningful but actually it doesn't really fit quite right and in fact it might just be clever-sounding nonsense the more I think about it" is basically V3 in a nutshell.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #revisiting drv3

[clonehub]

Copied from discord because i lost it in there KJASDHFLKAJSDFHLK

Who was developed? Wrecker. Why? Because of his trope. They stick to those tropes HARD all the way to the end gotta hand the writers that at least. Was the empire really developed? No Andor creating everything it did in six episodes and I think roughly the same number of hours and and tbb gives us a hiccup about the chain codes and the ends of the production of clones which we already knew about The lighting is nice the render is nice the lip sync is okay the VAing needs WORK. the soundtrack esp the main theme leaves much to be desired. the story just needs. some kind of overhaul. how tf can your premiere actually make the show less appealing. it went from unbearable to tolerable ive had that happen once to me before and that was The Office AKJSDHFLAJSFDHLKAS remember how they kept saying tbb would be darker than tcw. they had bitches heads bouncing in season 1 what did the tbb do HM? every time i went into an episode i was like wow the needle has not budged theyre digging their feet in on the whole Tell over showing wowowowow Did you know that Wrecker, as the demo expert, almost exclusively uses a gun? Did you know that crosshair's absence actually did not materially affect the team at all either in performance or emotional cohesion? Did you know that these people actually dont really care about each other and they really feel more like roommates with weapons who all have to look after a spunky kid than a family? You can't just call everything found family they gotta actually act like it and omega waiting until like 4 episodes before the finale to call the batch her brothers is not. how you wanna go about that. and they dont like. call her their sister when speaking about her to other people crosshair's fascism is actually a lot stronger than I remember like he's just on a constant path of doubling down i think his stans are just deluding themselves as to his moral standing and also frankly disrespecting his character for insisting he has 0 autonomy and is actually Really Good deep down why was one of the nicest moments when tbb all turned their guns on crosshair bc they thought he had the capacity to shoot hunter and/or a literal child why dont we get more tense moments like that

lie hot damn. what a (nothing) show. this could have easily faded from the collective conscious of star wars but its animated and animated well and also the Trope Troupe (4/5 man band set up) is always popular ig because of how goddamn easy it is to write and absorb? because who ever strays from that i was called slurs over this show lmao NAWT to spam yall with essentially a preview to the video essay about tbb i may or may not be writing next year but the fact that i cant even nail down a central theme-- is it family? only at the end and some parts in the middle. is it choice? not really? are they always on survival mode? yeah. does it FEEL like that? no because these bitches got something giggly going on 24/7 like the tonality is allll over the placeeeeee your fascist brother is hunting you for sport because he willingly joined a genocidal authoritarian regime that wants you and your kid sister dead why was the humorous writing outpacing literally every other mood by a mile

this show is like. style over substance. it wants the credit of creating an emotional story without doing any of the work to create that feeling in the slightest. a nothing burger. fireworks but its more smoke than flash. a tease of a theme here or there to keep you on the edge of your seat in the sense that youll sit there like "wow will they go down that road? will they address the size 00 elephant (crosshair) in the room?" and its almost always no some say a show doesnt need to be deep to be good i say yes it does because i have taste and no patience. and also good is so subjective as a metric for quality it just sounds like a disingenous argument from the start my friends and i were harassed over this show entire people leaving the fandom bc-- ok. im done. thats my review!

#ch posts #tbb rewatch #tbb neg #there's a part 2 coming #but like lmao this show

[evaofkonoha]

A few unhinged thoughts I wrote out and it's my blog so I'm sharing:

Sometimes, I wonder if my works mean something to someone. Like, they read something I wrote, and it hit them. They felt seen by it, or it provided some sense of comfort, or related to a life experience they have had, or it just hit everything they like. Because sure "I write for myself yadda yadda," but like, did I create something that actually means something to someone?

Because I have read things like that, and I get so excited when I read something that just really hits just right. Like, I never knew this existed before, but now I know it does and my life is different and better because of it.

And how do I express that in a way that isn't overbearing/overwhelming/whatever? I have a tendency to leave over-enthusiastic comments, but I recently had the epiphany that some people might actually hate getting that kind of stuff. It might be a little too much, or kind of awkward to get this gushing comment on a work (or tumblr ask, whatever). Especially on an older work. And if I am beginning to feel this way, do other readers maybe feel this way too?

On the other hand, if we don't tell people, how will they ever know that we love and appreciate what they have done?

As an author, I always get so excited to get a really enthusiastic comment, or dm (which I have gotten before and love just as much). I guess it goes back to the question of "has my work left and impact on someone," because a reader reaching out like that would have to suggest the answer is "yes."

But if I am feeling like I have to practically beg in an A/N for interaction, is it authentic? Would I rather have nothing than inauthentic interaction? (Yes). There's a lot to unpack here, but I'm not going to, I just don't want to rn.

I write niche shit. Like, super niche. I get it if I don't get much traction, I am pretty comfortable with thay fact. I write what I want to write, and most of it doesn't have mass appeal. While I hate to admit it--and it makes me sound very whiny, I know--I can't help but have doubts when I throw something out there and... nothing. It leaves me wondering if it's just not that good, if I'm the only one having an experience, holding an interest, or even really left in an area of fandom. I know I'm not, but I think we all have these unfortunate thoughts that creep up on us sometimes, getting a chokehold on insecurities and purpose and passion.

Doubts are normal, they are. Sometimes, they really pull me under, not going to lie. That fear that nothing I do matters, that it doesn't mean anything. It's not about numbers or kudos or any of that crap, it's about connection. Is what I am writing connecting? With myself? With others? Is it even something I need to be stressing over? (Probably not, but here we are).

I think it is important to not sugarcoat all this though, because if these things aren't expressed, they can't be shared, and that leaves me--and anyone else feeling this way--feeling alone.

This is pretty rambly, but it is something I have been thinking about a lot, reflecting on fandom and community and passion and what the point of all this is. I love to write, it is truly one of my greatest passions, but I think sharing my writings and the social aspect of all this is what has really been so special to me. I have made some wonderful fandom friends--through comments sections, tumblr dms, discord, and so on--that have made this experience coming back into fandom so much richer. Again, it's that connection aspect. I don't know if I would still be going this strong if I hadn't, and didn't continue to make, friends who love all this too. So, I am very overly beyond thankful for those who have shown me so much love. I am glad we have connected. It helps fight these doubts on purpose and shit.

There is not definite conclusion to any of this, it's all just the ramblings of a hyper-self-aware hobby writer. lol. :)

#writers on tumblr #ao3 writer #ramblings #This probably doesn't make any sense #But sometimes it's best to let things out then keep them in #fanfic #Fandom #Writer

[eleilinnrallin]

The weird thing about dysphoria for me is that it's not... really related to how I look? Which is a funky little thing. Probably has to do with the fact that I'm terrible at determining if something is aesthetically appealing or not.

Sometimes there's a little bit of it when I look in the mirror, but it's more a sense of wrongness than "oh I don't like that" or "xyz would look better". It's a sense of disconnect from what I'm seeing. Like I'm looking at a version of me someone drew who doesn't know what they were doing. A sense that I'm not looking at myself, or that I'm looking at an incorrect version.

When I look in the mirror I tend to notice things I like, now. Once I cut my hair, I'd look and feel so happy. I still do, when I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye or when taking selfies with someone. When I do makeup things (Always rather Extreme, Fun things, like big swatches of colour under my eyes, or pride flag colors, or similar) I see how I've made some sort of art. If I'm wearing affirming clothes, I notice how it changes my outline.

But there's still a pervasive sense of wrongness, the same one that's been there since I started puberty. I'm surprised my body looks the way it does on a regular basis, but more than that, I'm surprised when I can't do things.

I try to sing in a range I can't reach. I try to lie flat on my stomach on the floor. I used to try compete with my brothers athletically and hold them as a standard I could reach (even though I never could without putting in so much more work than them). And I'm frustrated when I can't.

Clothes fit wrong or feel wrong, my voice sounds wrong, even my bones are the wrong size.

Ultimately, that's what dysphoria is to me. It's not bad self-image; I actually rather like the nondysphoric parts of my body. It's just. wrongness. Not fitting in my body, my body not fitting me. Because in the end it's not a matter of how I look. It's a matter of how I feel, and becoming comfortable in my body.

#part of why people trying to ban gender affirming care is so horrible #because it should be my choice to fix these things #and it's not anyone else's business #and also yeah my dysphoria is fairly mild overall #like it's definitely there but it's not crippling like some people's is #also I'm not saying God made me wrong or put me in the wrong body #he didn't make me wrong; he made me trans #I almost think of it in the way some people talk about feeling ''called'' to something #because I definitely know he made me trans and wants me to find joy in it #and I've prayed considerably about transitioning and studied scriptures and yeah #I'm ''called'' to transition is what I've taken away #I really look forward to being able to have a body that feels like mine some day #being able to transition #it looks like he's setting things up for this too #or helping me set up for this #especially financially #and with the community and support I have #it's fantastic and I'm really thankful

[my-mt-heart]

If SF was feeding us bs, we woulda caught her in a lie by now. It's been 8 months. The only thing tbd is if she's right that Daryl can't carry a solo spinoff and it looks like tptb might agree since they're dangling a Carol carrot and Rick too.

Lots of anons shitting on women in power lately, like the posts on AK. If you don't like her storytelling, that's your business, but is she really worse than Gimple? Leah was a bad choice, but let's not forget that Gimple ushered in Carzekiel and all the grandstanding in s7-8, when everybody seemed to be cartoon characters. I also assume it's possible that all the ship-baiting come from higher up, particularly as s10 was an unmitigated Caryl fiesta. I don't know what showrunning entails so I can't judge AK's competence, but I'm sure there's more to it than coming up with a plot and probably nothing like writing a novel.

It's been made pretty clear this whole time that Daryl can't carry a show on his own, which I don't mean to sound like a dig because I genuinely love his character so much, but like you said, just look at the marketing strategies being employed. At first it was heavily implied he was going on a mission to find Rick until the Richonne spinoff threw a wrench in that. Now whenever Gimple talks about it, it's France this and France that, trying to use this new "epic" location to draw an audience when in actuality, even the French fans don't care because the story makes no sense. Plus, Carol's/Melissa's name is constantly being dropped, which I obviously don't hate, but we'd need confirmation she's back in before we'd ever consider watching. Point being, nothing about the show has much to do with Daryl himself.

Showrunning is nothing like writing a novel, that's for sure. I'll have to get into that more in another post or maybe SF can since she has firsthand experience.

You're also right that everyone's entitled to their opinions on different showrunners' work. I doubt I need to say this, but I strongly prefer Kang over Gimple. Does that mean I hate every choice Gimple's made? No. Do I agree with every choice Kang has made? No. But when a show like TWD gradually loses its appeal, loyal fans look for at least something to hang onto and for me, it's the characters I love. Angela Kang has given Daryl and Carol the attention they deserve, even making their relationship the heart of the story in S10, so I'm grateful for that and for other things she's done too like allowing the women to lead, putting in the effort to make cartoon characters like Negan more relatable even if there are some things that simply can't be undone, letting Daryl mature, letting Daryl talk, caring about representation, etc. 

#caryl #darylneedscarol

[rikiblues]

never tough with you

featuring. enhypen kim sunoo x yang jungwon contents. fluff, mild angst, child labor & abuse, platonic relationship

playlist. none word count. 1582

note. written for a writing event by decelis_acvdemy. inspired by life, lungs, and love by luvx1 on ao3. title from yoru ni kakeru (english version) by yoasobi.

When Yang Jungwon says that there's a certain magic about Kim Sunoo, he means it. I don't think I've ever met anyone like you, he'd once said in the lull of fast-approaching sleep, and I don't think there's anyone quite like you out there.

The words' validity are further credited when you think about that most things said on the verge of sleep are one's actual thoughts—and Jungwon won't ever lie to Sunoo, to begin with. When you're as close as Jungwon and Sunoo, it's kind of impossible to lie, not when you know all of each other's tells and little giveaways. Lying isn't appealing.

My guardian angel, Jungwon refers to Sunoo fondly. It's one of the few endearments that don't sound artificial or out-of-place in their life.

Jungwon and Sunoo both come from families that were once well-off, until they weren't anymore. Bankruptcy, debts, underhanded work from jealous rivals, the whole lot. They were far too young to actually remember any of it, so it's safe to say that they don't have a very good idea of just how nice it is to live in luxury, because they've never experienced it. Comfort equals luxury; some warmth to sleep at night; something to fill a stomach.

That's luxury. That's Sunoo—Sunoo, who holds Jungwon's hands when he's cold, does impossibly stupid things like steal food from the kitchen of the hotel they work at when Jungwon's too hungry to do much more than sit up straight, bribes the other boys who have been roped into working against child labor laws, from broken families like theirs, to cover his and Jungwon's working shifts so that Jungwon can go outside and play in the first snow before the cars and people can dirty it all (and fix a hot chocolate for him, expertly hiding it from anyone else, before he's done).

Jungwon can't imagine falling asleep at night without Sunoo, his best friend. Sunoo lets him cuddle when he has a nightmare, or even just because. Sunoo reads any stories he can, in the newspaper, the discarded books he can find, to relay them to Jungwon, who was never taught to read. They're functional as bedtime stories and a distraction from a bad day and/or time (or the wishes that they had actually alive parents to be there).

They met in the back alleys of the hotel. Jungwon started out by just hauling their trash from the back doorstep to the correct place for a couple of coins, and then a job doing basic housework like sweeping for a place to sleep at night, the back rooms. Eventually, it became him doing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, in exchange for that same place to sleep at night and a meal to eat every day—or else, it'd be back onto the streets, and the underhanded things they do for them exposed to the police. Solid deals.

Jungwon's daily jobs still included taking out the trash, he'd thought that time. What he didn't know until then was that Sunoo, the new addition to their 'staff,' would have the job on his hands, leaving Jungwon to do other things. Which weren't much better than this, to be honest.

"What're you doing?" Jungwon had asked when he found a strange boy tugging a larger-than-his-size trashcan towards the corner dumpster.

"Taking out the trash," Sunoo had said, "like I'm supposed to."

"I'm supposed to do it, though," Jungwon frowned, "I've done it since last month."

"Oh, you're the one they said used to do this," Sunoo realized. He wiped his hands very thoroughly (but somewhat ineffectively) down against his trousers, and held out a hand to Jungwon, beaming. "My name's Kim Sunoo! This is my job now, until someone else has to, I guess. Let's work together!"

Bright, fox eyes paired with a smiling, sunshine-bright pink-lipped grin. Who was young Jungwon, with no allies, no friends, no nothing, to say no, to such a kind, enthusiastic and even welcoming offer? No one, he was no one to say no.

So, he accepted. Together, the two boys dragged the trashcan to the corner dumpster—both delighted that it took less time than it took Jungwon usually. "Teamwork," Sunoo had said, eyes sparkling, taking Jungwon by the wrist and dragging him along in a sprint to the other end of the alleyway. "Now come look at a kitten I found!"

Jungwon had been hesitant, but they still had at least ten minutes left before being due to show up anywhere, so he relented. At the other end of the alleyway, a dead-end one, was a little white kitten with orangish-brown patches on its body. The two of them had never seen such a friendly, affectionate kitten, and were completely enamored.

"It likes you better than me!" Sunoo noted delightedly. Jungwon giggled, watching little baby kitten wind its way around his legs, tail waving in the air. He reached down to pet it between its ears. "Aww, you two are so cute!"

So enamored, in fact, that they lost track of time, and were reprimanded more severely than any ten-year-old should have, beaten and humiliated. But that was okay, Jungwon had made a great new friend, and things looked better than before.

He can be cool and reserved around people he doesn't like, but he's always kind and generous. He protects without thinking of himself. Weakness is hardly ever a thing Jungwon sees on him. Some days, he resents that. Other days, when he's tired and falling apart at the seams, he's grateful for it. Yang Jungwon is a flickering flame in the wind, and Kim Sunoo's hands cup around him protectively, sheltered from the world.

Jungwon is there one day, when Sunoo instinctively decides to dye his hair a bright and vivid orange. He has to convince Sunoo that the boss and customers wouldn't like it—"they'd call you an eyesore, and it makes it harder to blend in," he points out very gently but straight-to-the-point. Because with them, Sunoo does the protecting and Jungwon handles the logistics of everything they do in between.

So, he settles for a platinum blonde, and Jungwon chooses to highlight his midnight locks with a chocolate brown. The dye they buy from a convenience store costs almost half the funds they've been saving for the past three years, since they first understood the concept of saving, and the cleanup of the mess they inadvertently managed to make takes almost an hour, but the end result is actually cool. Jungwon's black towel doesn't go through any color changes, but when Sunoo washes and dries his hair, his own, that's in shades of white of yellow, just becomes a towel with bright yellow designs and milder yellow fill-ins. They laugh about that for a long time.

Sunoo sends Jungwon off to bed while he tries to get the color out of his towel and he goes off to the laundromat because their daywear is completely soaked through because of the water-fight they'd had. Sunoo isn't embarrassed about wearing a Spider-Man shirt and similarly themed pants in public. "It's what we have, so why not?" he always says.

He comes back approximately three hours later with a clean towel, and fresh clothes, just in time for the nightly roll-call. He slips into bed (the thin mattress that barely has any cushioning) beside Jungwon and feigns sleep, just like all the other wide-awake ones surrounding them. The man who counts heads leaves after a minute, and the room all at once erupts into a low hum of chatter. Jungwon and Sunoo sit up against the wall.

"There was a nice lady," Sunoo tells Jungwon, fingering a lock of his new blonde hair—how well that'll go over with the boss, Jungwon doesn't know, but he knows that even if anything happens, they'll have to accept it. Sunoo's already popular with the girls who frequent the hotel's restaurant; he even has a crush on one of them (which Jungwon is sure to tease him for mercilessly, of course; it's adorable). "She let me use some of her detergent when she saw my towel. It's super-strong, or something like that. It worked."

"She didn't ask any questions?" Jungwon asks, though he already anticipates the shake of Sunoo's head. They're seventeen and eighteen, now. It's not so strange for teenaged boys to be at the laundromat. Not like it was when they were thirteen and all alone in a crowd of older teens and moms and dads and grandmas. "Will the boss be mad?"

"I'll protect you if he does," Sunoo says simply. "I always do."

"But who'll protect you?" Jungwon persists. "What about you?"

"We protect each other, Jungwonie," Sunoo says, tapping his nose. It's a sweet action, and it makes him smile, knowing that everything will be okay if he just believes that it will be. "Isn't that how the two of us have always operated?"

"You always save me," Jungwon corrects, "and I just do damage control when I'm not terrified and shaking."

"Regardless."

"Always the guardian angel," he teases, leaning into Sunoo's side. He doesn't mean it a sarcastic way, even if it's teasing. Because that's what Sunoo is. His guardian angel, until the end of the world, till the end of time. Forever and always.

pocketz <3

I apologize for nothing.

#enhypen #sunoo #enhypen sunoo #jungwon #enhypen jungwon #sunoo x jungwon #sunoo + jungwon #fanfic #platonic pairing #fanfiction #alternate universe

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'speech' for madoc? happy birthday btw

thank you :)) 🩷🩷 !!

31. What does your OC sound like? What is the tone of their voice, their cadence, and their vocabulary; are they particularly profane or eloquent? Are they funny, and if so, what's their sense of humor? Are they long-winded or do they speak little, and if it's the latter, is that only because they're concise or is it because they have genuine trouble speaking?

okay– i'll get to the voice-claim stuff i have near the end because i've been on a search for a possible one for him for a couple *years* now, and only have two that are kind of close. but he has a deeper, more textured voice with a pretty non-descript american accent

madoc's speech skill isn't high in the sense that he's particularly well spoken or eloquent and more in the sense that he's pretty damn charismatic; he's perfected the art of sweet-talking people. most of the time he talks to people it's usually because he's using them as a vehicle to receive something from them, whether that be information, pleasure or whatever else. when he's being more genuine, around people he actually likes, he tends to drop the smooth-talking persona he puts up, and actually becomes a pretty clueless, quite easily excitable guy. when he's being genuine he has some issues with volume control, and not talking really really fast. he has a pretty immature sense of humour, and is definitely not very hard to appeal to. he finds most purposefully comedic things funny

the only two voice-alikes i have, do with them what you will

32. Is your character a good liar, or can they manipulate people well? Are they able to conceal what they mean or what they're feeling, or are they an open book whether they mean to be or not?

oh, he locked his genuine feelings away years ago. most people can't tell what he's feeling, as he's a master of just pushing everything down and internalising the hell out of it; there are some people who can read him easily, but that requires more of an intimate relationship. and like i mentioned, due to his expertise in sweet-talking he can be very, very good at manipulating people. he just doesn't really like to. he'll try to lie to cover himself up occasionally, but depending on who he's lying to he can be found out quite easily. more-so because he's not the greatest at fabricating them, leaving lots of holes in his schemes

33. What is something that could be said to your character that would be unforgivable, either by someone in general or by someone specific? How would they respond?

honestly, there isn't that much you could say or do that could make him turn on you that quickly (barring the big stuff like, i don't know, murder, joining the legion or being some kind of bigot). he's pretty forgiving, almost to a fault, to the point that he's very easy to walk all over if you've managed to get close to him

#little rambley but oh well.. i can talk about him for ever and ever #he's got high speech in the way that he's good at saying convincing nonsense #like a less awful politician #asks #madoc tnmoh #💿.txt

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PERMISSION TO DANCE REVIEW

This meme above right about sums it up.

I'm not gonna dwell much on the song and it's message. I think it was an OK song. Sounded a bit highschool musical in my ears. I thought it works well as a bonus song on an Album after you've listened to a set of deep heavy themed songs like BE for example.

It lightens up your mood- my melancholic ass could never. As a stand alone song and following Butter... To each their own.

I don't know, but I feel I've heard this exact song over and over again- that's the type of song they made. If you know what I mean. Pop, it's called?

Also, I don't think I am the target audience for this type of music. I'm an emo angsty basic bitch type. Stay Gold, Louder than Bombs, Zero O'clock is more my thing, I'll do Dynamite, Butter on a commercial break or after listening to Adele. Filter is my Jam and Serendipity will always be that song for me.

Lately I've been listening to Sweetnight and Abyss. Just listen to the Army playlist they made for us. I cried listening to it and didn't know what to do with myself when Jimin performed Filter. HE IS A GREAT PERFORMER AND TALENT.

PTD has its listeners I won't lie. It has its unique audience in and outside the fandom. It does appeal to certain types of people and those are gonna be really happy with it- I envy them. If they had done an Airplane pt2 remix or an English remix of all their past hit songs like Fire, DNA, BWL, BST, I would have loved that instead but we don't always get what we want. I would sell my heart and kidneys to stream Filter if it comes in a full English version sang by Jimin. Hell I'll gladly pick cotton off the plantation and put chains on my legs myself if Jikook should hop on it too. uWu🤭

We can't like the same stuff or have the same taste in music. But we have BTS in common. And I think it's ok to not like certain songs but it's weird if you stop supporting them because of it. It broke my heart when we didn't break Butter's record. But that also goes to show the strength of the other songs. People streamed butter and dynamite not just because it's BTS but because they actually liked it. It's as simple as that.

As for PTD, I mean, I like HSM and Glee and still have a couple of sound tracks I listen to every now and then from their set list. I bet I could add PTD to that playlist and it will blend right in. Hold on lemme try that.

Yup. Blends right in. It's very pop boy bandy.

I think a major issue with the song for me is the people interchanging kid bop and happy song when critiquing the song. Just because it's a happy song don't make it a kid bop or vice versa.

Granted it is POP MUSIC NEVERTHELESS.

BTS are a Korean POP artist. They make POP music. POP music is often the song you hear in highschool musicals sometimes, and in Kid bops but that's just because these genres of music share similar features. They are upbeat, fast paced, have memorable rhythms and hooks.

The song they make is no different from the songs Gaga and all these other Pop artists make. I mean y'all know Lady Gaga's Rain on me won a Grammy right??? There's nothing wrong with Pop music.

BTS does the same songs these POP artists do except in Korean and they've modified the genre a little bit and given it their own flair and personal touch which make their songs stand out even within Kpop.

Their songs have always had that catchy upbeat rhythms, case in point boy with love. DNA, BST. They lace these upbeat sounds with serious heavy messages and discuss deep meaningful themes and social issues behind those beats and I feel that's what a lot of people are used to.

A lot of 'Kid bop' do that too. There can be happy, cherry beats with deep messages behind it or dark heavy beats with light and not so deep messages. Why do y'all associate light weighted messages with children's acts and songs? Y'all hate children don't you?

I think a lot of people are bemoaning the fact they are not used to BTS making such pop music devoid of the heavy and serious messages which was their key signature. We can't demonize such people.

I personally do love me some Pop music, even Kids bop. But I lean towards those Pop with deeper meanings whether or not those are cherry or melancholic beats. I prefer Intentions to Yummy for example- that's just because I don't have that yummy yummy for the men. Girls only. Sorry.

I think this is what Jimin addressed in a VLive when they discussed their desire to send out hopeful messages to the world and Jimin said they had to be careful not to over do it because that would undermine their efforts? Please stan Jimin. His emotional intelligence is something else.

Him talking about Zero Oclock and how RM's lyricism resonates with him spoke volumes as to how he and perhaps some of the others feel with the direction they are taking their music. I don't know. Just my thought. I think he spoke for some of us when he said that and RM had them move on quickly from that topic. Insert skull heads.

They can't make serious themed songs all the time. But I think the problem here is not a lot of people organically appreciate the genre of music or artistry they are veering into- granted not a lot of people appreciate BTS organically too. Western artists get criticized just as much for the music they make as well as their artistry and I think it's preposterous if we as a fandom expect the market to hold BTS to a different standard- again, granted some just plain ass hate BTS so there's that.

If you look at the top 10 songs on the billboard 100, and you consider even the genre of the song competing at number two next to butter you should understand where some people are coming from- those genuine critics I mean.

I think people who are not in the fandom should stay out of fandom business. Y'all never liked BTS shut up. Y'all never supported them when they were killing themselves making great music. Y'all never appreciated them fuxk off and leave us to it.

For those of us in the fandom I think we have every right to be honest with our boys. We is their ride or die and we owe it to them to be honest with them. Know what I mean?

If you don't like it it's cool. There are hundred others you liked and would like in the future. Personally, I'm looking forward to when the Pandemic is over and they release a full album like before. It's gone be fire I just know it! Let's win some, let's lose some but please keep on supporting them.

Stream, stream, stream. Nobody has their backs out here apart from us. And I hope they listen. They better come online and talk to us and hear what we have to say cos lately this feels very much one sided💀

I thought Dynamite was great. Butter was amazing. PTD is OK - just not for me.

Now on to the MV.

I'm sorry but Bighit didn't understand the assignment on this one for me. I gotta say as a gay woman. Directornim run us back our monies please. Thank you.

A lot of people have praised the video for incorporating sign language in the video- something they've been doing for a while now, especially Tae- shout out to Tae. Dude has been a positive influence on the group since day dot and they are lucky to have him.

BTS killed it as always. Whatever it is they do, they always put their best foot forward- except for those times they literally walked through the choreography on stage or rolled on the floor like tummy full panda bears. RM I'm looking at you. If you are tired just say so. Tae you too- don't even we saw you��

Jin gets a pass cos he's always complaining bout the choreo anyway💀

Park Jimin gets a gold medal for this MV cos that man danced like his life depended on it. He put his whole back into this and when he threw his jacket in the end I cried because I couldn't catch it- I was too far away from the TV. Y'all don't know how it feels 😭😭😭

I think he missed a step somewhere but it's fine. No one noticed. Lol. He is so cute. He was probably the only member who stood out for me in the whole MV- and no it's not because he's my bias. He is a very hardworking guy and it showed. Not to say the others didn't work hard.

He brought that high school musical larger than life dramatic dance performance from the moment he stepped into frame- I mean if it must be done, it must be done well, no?

I loved what Tae did at the center of the dance formation. I love when he centers. I watched that bit several times. He is a really breathtakingly handsome man. Jk at the opening was chef's kiss. I love how the song itself begins. The beat, the rhythm, LOVE IT.

Sope can come for my money. All of it.

Please RM is for the blacks. We claim him as a Wakandaian. Wakanda forever.

Jk's initial hairstyle was not my favorite but I guess it served its purpose too. I would have lost all self confidence if they gave me that haircut and asked me to dance infront of my peers to a highschool musical but dude danced like he had the best fit in the world on... good for him. We love a confident king.

My personal idiosyncrasies aside, I think I was mostly disappointed with how bland and nonrevolutionary the visuals were in terms of the coding and portrayal community and the diverse groups- feel free to roll your eyes at me. Lol.

A lot of people applaud them for the way they seemed to celebrate community and strived to be inclusive of everyone in terms of the video's portrayal of a diverse cast of characters. But it is in this representation I have problems.

This idealistic notion of community seems out of touch with reality and frankly I found some of the artistic directions out of date.

The sense of community portrayed in the video works well- IN 1995. Not 2021.

A girl in a uniform serving food to a group of men- strike one.

It's 2021. You still cast women as waitresses and maternal in Music videos??? Is that all that we are? I guess some women are but that's just lazy stereotyping. Put a man in that role for once chilee. Let's normalize men being care givers and nurturers too.

A woman at a desk working for a man- strike two.

How about the two men work at the desk while the woman is cast as the boss who supervises them because women are no longer secretaries to these men of letters of yore? How about that???

And yes, I saw the Janitor in the school setting but let's not act like Women being cast as teachers is revolutionary. Sounds normative to me.

It's 2021 you can't be using these lame ass over done stereotypes and cliche of a visual to represent people. You can't keep putting women in the Kitchen, men in the offices with women as their secretaries😫

Do better.

Heterosexual couples and the rampant heteronormativity throughout the video- strike three.

Now unless, these models are secretly transgendered or queer HOW THE FUCK DO YOU NOT SHOW DIVERSITY in the way you portray couples and relationships in a project like this IN 2021?

In which universe sir? IN WHICH UNIVERSE?

Not all relationships are traditional nowadays. AND YES REPRESENTATION MATTERS. If you are gonna go there GO THERE. You gotta be actively inclusive my guy. I saw the racial diversity, age diversity, economic diversity but the gender and sexuality diversity, inclusivity and representation- WHERE IS IT????

If you can't show two gay couples kissing DON'T SHOW TWO HETEROSEXUAL COUPLES KISSING. We hate to see it just as they hate to see us kissing on screens. We are tired of seeing heterosexualilty being presented as the acceptable norm. If you as men can grind on eachother, have all these delulu people swear up and down y'all are gay in a polyamorous relationship and kiss up on eachother as men for entertainment YOU CAN CERTAINLY HAVE ACTUAL QUEER PEOPLE DO ALL OF THAT IN YOUR MUSIC VIDEOS FOR REPRESENTATION.

It's not enough to queer bait and put queer in the subtext. How about you put heterosexuality in the subtext? Have a man and woman stare awkwardly at eachother and let the audience imply intimacy from that while the gays jump eachother's bones full frontal in full HD?

And couldn't you at least cast 'disabled' models too?? The wheelchairs WHERE IS IT? The world is not just filled with able bodied people who have two eyes and two legs and run around dancing like a bunch of hippies you know??? Respect to Hippies.

There are homeless people, bed ridden people, sick people, poor people, gay, lesbians, neurodivergents, trans, and all calibre of people in the world and I know you can't represent all but at least get the basics rights. What happened to yall?? Y'all seem out of tune with your fanbase chilee. Lemme mind my business before I throw hands.

They had so many opportunities to push the limits on certain boundaries in media. I'm used to Kpop and BTS being revolutionary and their art offering a commentary on social issues. I mean hell, female Kpop artists switching their male dancers for female dancers and vice versa in a homoerotic performance will never not be epic.

They better replace that heterosexual couple with Jikook and make them kiss and shit in the live performances else I'm sending a truck full of rants. I just want some gay in text, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

It felt like the video leaned heavily into western stereotypes in how it portrayed community, women, gender roles and relationships. It leaned into the conservative end of the spectrum which my nonconservative ass can't relate to.

I want to know what other queer people think about this. I was so excited when I saw the woman in the beginning but disappointed when the man and woman kissed instead I won't lie. I mean I would gladly kiss the women in there for them if it's that's deep. I love children but I don't want one for myself so I don't know how I feel about the kids running around in the MV. If anything it made me nervous. But it was cute. I'm scared of all the bts parents theories that will be come out of this.

I miss Holland. I'm gonna have to watch his music videos to heal from this cos there's too much straight in this MV I feel oppressed.

Jimin please do the gay for the fam we are being starved and under represented 🙁

All hail our 'gay Moses' or was it Jesus?

PTD Is for the hets and abled bodied.

Can't win them all.

I'm happy there are some people who saw themselves in the video and appreciate the fact they were represented- however way they were represented.

I think it's amazing BTS has diverse musical genres in diverse languages- English, Spanish, Japanese, Korean, etc. Not many artists can pull that off. And I want to hear them sing in as many Languages as they can.

But I would feel alienated if suddenly they were doing Japanese songs back to back- hell I get jealous when they and Karmy get on their kinship shit.

It's a bit disappointing that we the 'English' stans don't appreciate that for almost a year they have been catering to us- granted that has been rewarding for them too.

It took them a while to find their sound when they started out. I think it will take them a while to find their sound if making English songs is something that has come to stay. We just have to be patient with them.

I'm gonna manifest English Filter and Serendipity and leave this fandom to the chaos.

In short. I don't have an opinion on this topic.

Signed,

GOLDY

#Youtube

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Californian Dream (Pt. 11 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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California Never Felt Like Home

Even though he's not going anywhere any time soon, you hook one leg around his waist, just to pull him a little closer. “You're my prisoner now.” You mutter, sleep still clouding your voice.

“I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.” He answers, placing kisses all over your face.

“The good part is that we'll have all the afternoon to ourselves.” You giggle, moving to lay on your back with Billy hovering over you.

“I'll take you to see the sunset on that beach you like. Completely desert.” He says in a low voice. “If we survive your parents.”

“We already did.” Kissing him, you move to lie on top of him. “It'll be at this super expensive, fancy restaurant, so it means they won't yell at me or put on a show.”

“Sometimes I think you should consider what you're giving up.” He gets sad suddenly, sighing. You know what he's thinking about, and it will take time for Billy to see and understand this is what you really want.

“I'm giving up a huge house I never felt like it was mine. Lots of money that never brought me happiness.” In between the words, you place kisses all over his face. “But what I'm getting...? God, it's amazing.” Sitting up, you straddle his hips. “I got real friends now, and a home. And an awesome boyfriend who doesn't compare to the assholes on my parents' list.”

“I'm so happy I'm around to see the good daughter rebelling.” He sits up too, strong arms encircling your waist. “You look so good, little rebel.”

“You're just saying that because I'm wearing your shirt.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you raise an eyebrow. Yesterday, you decided to pick one of his shirts to put on instead of your regular pajamas.

“Babe, you look good on everything. But I gotta admit seeing you wearing my clothes is very hot.”

Smiling, you can't help but blush. “We still have a few hours, so I think we can maybe make out for a while?” Biting your lip at his smirk, you giggle.

“Starting the day off with good ideas already.” He mutters, holding you up and throwing you back on the mattress. “This is the first day of the rest of your lives, you know that, right? Because I'm never letting you go. Unless you get tired of me.”

“I don't think I'll ever get tired of you, so yes...” Caressing his cheek, you take a deep breath, the sunlight illuminating his face. “The very first day of the rest of our lives.”

•••

The morning bliss had to be interrupted. But, as you sit across from your mother at the restaurant, you don't feel scared, or nervous. You feel perfectly fine. You're not dressed for this place, you can see it in your mother's eyes, but you don't care. You like the clothes you're wearing, and your mother's disgusting stare makes you chuckle under your breath. Making yourself comfortable, you ignore the silence. Nobody is saying anything, and your father has been staring at Billy as if he could kill him with his stare.

“So... I believe you want an explanation.” You start, cupping your hands together above the table. “Billy and I are dating. And I'll be living with him.”

“Is it some kind of joke?” Your mother interrupts, leaning closer. “You can't possibly think I'll believe you'll do that.” You're about to say something when she raises a hand, and you shut your mouth. “I get it, (Y/N). Billy is good looking, he has this appeal, he's different from the guys you're used to, rougher around the edges, I get all that. But this? This is insane.”

It's only a matter of time for the insults to begin, you're aware of that. “That's not all, mother.” You add, not even considering giving her a proper answer. “I'm not going to course Law anymore. I'll look for something I actually like. And go to the public University.”

“What the–”

“I have a good job now, at a store of diving equipment and I love it.” Cutting your father short, you raise your voice just a little. “That's my life now. I'm not going back to the house, but I want you both to know that I'll visit, of course, and you can visit me whenever you want and–”

“I'm not going to let you throw your entire life on the trash because of the freaking pool guy.” Your father's voice storms out, making a few people look your way. He does seem a little embarrassed, but definitely angry. “This man–” He points at Billy, and you hold his hand under the table. “–he can give you nothing. Nothing. What do you have in life, Hargrove? I shitty job, a tiny apartment. Do you think you can provide to someone like my daughter?” There it is. The insults. And, knowing exactly what Neil told Billy, you won't let your father treat him this way.

“You wanna know what Billy gave me, father?” Smiling, you begin. “He gave me a life. I never felt truly happy, never. Not in our mansion, or those fancy galas, or wearing fashionable clothes. Never. But with the pool guy, as you call him, in his tiny apartment with his lowlife friends? I finally felt something. I finally felt life was worth living.”

“Alright.” He slams his fist on the table, glancing at your mother, a mean smile on his face. “If you insist on doing this, I'll disown you.” He giggles, a hand half covering his mouth. “You won't see any cents from me anymore. Is that what you want?”

He looks like he got everything figured out. Exchanging a stare with Billy, you can tell he's worried. Does he think you'll fall for this? Squeezing his hand a little and smiling, you try to reassure him. He must feel awful, seated here, and listening to all this shit. “I–”

The waiter comes and you're cut short, waiting for your parents to order whatever they want to eat. “Oh, finally. We'll want Muffin Pan Shrimp Ragoon. Thought I'll give my kid one last decent lunch at a decent restaurant. What do you think?”

Seriously? “I can't eat that.” You think it's so obvious, but by the look on your father's face, he doesn't get it.

“What? Do you want to order something more expensive as a goodbye to your good life?”

“She's allergic to shrimp,” Billy speaks for the first time, his voice strong and deep. Both your parents look a little surprised, but soon enough recognition comes to their faces.

They completely forgot, but it doesn't bother you. You're happy Billy actually remembered it. You only mentioned it once, at the gala. “It's alright, though. We'll have lunch by the beach.” You tell them, smiling at Billy.

“Let me guess...” He dismisses the waiter with a gesture of his hand. “Sandwiches and soda?”

“Actually, yes.” Exclaiming, you stand up, and Billy does the same. It's over. You told them what's gonna happen now, and they have to make peace with that. And if your father wants to change his will and cut you out of it, so be it. “I made them myself and they're delicious.”

“For goodness sake.” Your mother mutters, running a hand through her hair. “Honey, please think this through, alright? Your house will be opened whenever you want to come back.”

“Thanks, mom. I will visit, I promise.” That said, you smile at them before turning away, hand in hand with Billy, walking away from the table.

“You better wipe off your bank account, (Y/N), because you'll never get a penny from me again!” Your father yells, and you simply wave at him, not even bothering to look back.

When you're outside, you feel light-headed, relieved. “This wasn't as bad as it could be.” You breathe out, walking to where Billy parked his car, a block away.

“Did he mean it? About disowning you?” He sounds serious, despite the smile that's on your face.

Turning around without letting go of his hand, you start walking backward. “I don't give a damn.” Speaking slowly, you wink at him, stopping suddenly and letting him come closer by himself before grabbing the collar of his shirt and tiptoeing to kiss him, sweet and slow.

“What the– (Y/N)?” Someone calls and since you do know who it is, you keep kissing Billy for a while longer. “Holy shit.”

It makes you giggle when he pulls your closer, deepening the kiss. But eventually, you have to breathe, so you break apart, a smile on your lips.

“Care to explain why the hell you're making out with the pool guy? In public?” Daniel says as you turn to face him. He has a girl with him, but you don't know who she is. He seems better, given the time he spent held hostage. “Have you lost your mind, girl?”

Sighing, you roll your eyes at him. You have a lunch date on the beach, and you don't wanna waste any more time with meaningless people. “Yeah. I'm dating the pool guy.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders. “Actually, I'm in love with the pool guy. And now I work at a scuba diving store, so you can come up with some kind of name for me too, but you wanna know what? I don't give a damn.” Pulling Billy harder, you start walking again. “I'd love to say that we'll be seeing each other soon, but we won't. So... Goodbye, Daniel.” Turning on your heels, you leave the couple behind.

The drive to the beach is short, and instead of sitting on the sand, you chose to seat on the hood of his car. Which he now calls Lily, and you peacefully eat the sandwiches and drink the soda. You wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world. The ocean, the sunlight, the fresh wind messing with your hair. The simple food, the hood of his car... And him. Billy is certainly the best part. Having him here is indescribable, and knowing you'll go back home with him is even better.

“So... Will you help me chose something to major in?” You ask as he helps you climb off of the hood, taking your hand and starting to walk down the beach.

“Actually, I have some fresh news coming straight from Jason.” He says, a bright smile on his lips.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stop to look at him. “What news...?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Heeler, from the store.” Billy starts, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “They want to retire and they're thinking about passing the store over to you and Jason since they don't have any relatives. If you both agree on being associates.”

“Oh my God!” You exclaim, tiptoeing to crash your lips on his. “This is amazing.”

“Please act surprised when Jason tells you.” In a sudden motion, Billy reaches for your thighs, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Using his shoulder for balance, you giggle. “He didn't want me to tell you but I couldn't resist.”

“This is just awesome. This is...” Taking a deep breath, you take a look at the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing is low and calming, and the way the sunlight reflects on the water shines like liquid silver. Then, you look at Billy again, his smile warming up your heart. “I love you.” You haven't said it yet, but it feels like the right time. And this is how you feel. You've never been in love before, but you know how this is how it feels. Like someone owns your whole heart. “I'm not sure if you feel the same but I just need you to know that–”

“I'm completely in love with you.” Billy cuts you off, bouncing you up a little and making the way back to his car. “I have been for a while and that scared the hell out of me.” When you reach Lily, he puts you down on the hood, remaining in between your legs. “But now... I'm sure of it. I want a life with you. A future.”

Blushing, you smile, your forehead touching Billy's. “So that thing you said about me getting to pick the kid's names...” You tease, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“I mean it, if...” Pulling away from a little, he locks eyes with you. “If you don't pick something silly like the name you insisted on giving my car.”

“It's not silly!” Playfully, you try to push him away, giggling when he grabs your sides, tickling you. “Alright! Alright!” After a while you manage to stop him, his hands going back to your hips. “We'll pick names we both like. How does it sound?”

“It sounds like we're talking about kids even before getting married.”

“What?” Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to process what the hell he just said. “Sorry, I thought you heard you talking about...”

“I never felt like the type for marriage but, God, I want to marry you,” Billy exclaims, connecting his lips to yours.

You have a lot to say, a lot of things to ask, but you surrender to the kiss instead. This is all the answers you need. His lips on yours, on this paradise on Earth.

California never felt like home because home isn't a place, but a person. Billy is your home. Wherever you are, if he's with you, it's the right place. Nothing else needs to be said. The life you had before vanished like smoke in the air, and this is even better than everything you could ever dream of. Not all the money in the world can buy this moment, and you don't regret a thing. Love is far more important, and now that you found it, nothing will make you let it go.

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