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twstgarden · 1 month

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❀ ❝ 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲? ❞

━ malleus draconia x gn! reader (reader can be yuu or an oc/twstsona) ━ thoughts of the possibility of falling in love with your nightly visitor continue to disturb you even during the times you were supposed to focus on your quality time together.

no spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc!

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“modern architectures seemed to have adapted new designs for their gargoyles. why, i even came across one that resembles a human face. it is quite intriguing, really. i have grown accustomed to seeing gargoyles that usually take the form of different creatures of the night, so seeing that human-like gargoyle sparked some interest in me that i wish to show it to you,” rambled malleus before he frowned, “however, my so-called phone could no longer capture images. it breaks easily, it’s unfortunate.”

you sat as you replied with a soft hum, your chin resting on your hand as you looked up at him with a rather longing and lovestruck gaze. you were paying attention to his ramblings, truly, you were! it just so happened that you were looking at him with an infatuated gaze.

hearing only a hum from you, malleus turned his head to look at his companion. with a raised brow, he spoke, “hm? are you alright?”

his question snapped you out of your thoughts. a soft blush dusted over your cheeks as you felt embarrassed of having been caught staring, “oh, sorry. um… so, did you capture it with… maybe a regular camera?”

once more, there was a frown on his lips, “no, but i will make sure i get to capture its uniqueness and aesthetic the next time i come across that gargoyle.”

it was somewhere around midnight when you decided to accompany malleus in the backyard of the ramshackle dorm, and you spent the past 30 minutes listening to him talk about his findings during his strolls for his gargoyle research club activity.

you loved listening to him speak. his voice was deep and resonant, yet so dulcet and soothing. you would never get tired of listening to him all day. when he speaks with clear passion and excitement laced in his tone, he resembles a young kid who had just gotten some candy – so endearing and oh so innocent, but you had to remind yourself that this was no ordinary man. this was the crown prince of a nation, a man respected by many and feared by many more.

still, who gives a damn about titles when you can enjoy his presence for as long as you want? as long as the moon stays up in the sky and the sun has not risen, you can guarantee his presence in your dormitory.

were you falling in love?

what nonsense. of course not! who could afford to fall in love at a time like this? what you needed to focus on was your return to your world, not fall in love with a prince who may soon be betrothed to someone else.

oh, but that smile…

malleus smiled as he caught you staring once more, lost in your gaze. with a teasing chuckle, he spoke playfully, “am i so captivating that you can’t seem to tear your eyes away?”

what a beautiful smile.

that question alone made you look away immediately. was it too obvious? surely, he was only teasing you, but it was as if he hinted that he knew you might be falling for him. you laughed a little and replied, “i was spacing out! i wasn’t staring or anything…”

“spacing out, hm? does something trouble your mind?” asked malleus. the playful air seemed to have dissipated, replaced with an air of concern and care as soon as you told him you were spacing out.

“not at all,” you replied with a smile, “i was only imagining what that gargoyle with a human face would look like.”

are you falling in love?

again, with such questions! having the desire to spend more time with the man and looking forward to your nightly meetings does not equate to falling in love. you merely wanted his companionship. he was the only one visiting you late at night, keeping you entertained and listening to your troubles. he was more of a friend than anyone else in night raven college – ace and deuce are a category of their own.

there was never a single night he’d bail on you. not a single night had he let you be alone. it had become a tradition at this point for him to always be standing by your window once the clock struck 12. he never arrived empty-handed; there was always a thoughtful gift in tow or an engaging tale of adventures of the people he knew – mostly lilia’s adventures. other times, it would be a treasure trove of fascinating facts on random yet intriguing subjects. with him, each nightly meeting was an enchanting experience, always concluding with the bestowal of a meaningful gift, the creation of lasting memories, or the gain of fresh knowledge.

a knowledgeable and kind-hearted friend.

that’s how you’d always describe him. that’s what you’d always tell yourself. he was nothing more than a knowledgeable, kind-hearted friend. why must your admiration of his character equate to romantic feelings? even friends can find one person cool and not wish to have romantic relationships with them.

oh, but you love holding his hand…

it was another night in night raven college, another night spent with your midnight visitor. he was discussing certain gemstones that he had in his collection – his hoard, a term better suited for his kind. the discussion seemed normal at first glance until he looked at your left hand and held his right hand out for you to hold after taking off his glove.

“may i?”

curiosity washed over your senses as you tilted your head but placed your left hand on top of his anyway. his gentle caress on your knuckles sent shivers down your spine, his hands felt so smooth and oh so gentle, yet you knew of the underlying strength that was concealed within his lovely hands. the same hand that finds ease in cracking a coconut open gently held your own – as if he was afraid of accidentally hurting you.

as his thumb tenderly brushed against your bare ring finger, he spoke, “a beautiful golden ring would best adorn your hand, perhaps one embedded with your birthstone, don’t you think?”

this was merely a casual conversation between friends – a topic of discussion relating to gemstones turned into rings. this is normal, is it not? you hummed in reply as he continued to hold your hand, “a golden ring embedded with my birthstone? that sounds lovely.” a soft laugh then left your lips, “i could not afford to buy one, however.”

hoping he would comprehend your attempt at making a poor joke, you looked at him with a smile. he let out a soft chuckle, leading you to believe he was amused by your jest until his response completely caught you off-guard.

“why buy one when i can have one custom-made for you?”

your smile dropped as your expression turned into shock.

“pardon?”

that night was memorable, and certainly had its surprising elements compared to your other nightly meetings. you thought he was joking about getting a custom-made ring for you, but he had given so many hints and statements that he was completely serious – he even took your ring size. you did not stop him. perhaps it was just another one of his many, many gifts that he had bestowed upon you.

your vague knowledge of fae tradition made you recall a hint of a connection between faes and the art of gift-giving – that exchanging of gifts was an intrinsic part of their nature. you were entirely unaware of the customs and traditions surrounding gifts in briar valley, but surely, gift-giving is a way to show how much one appreciates an important acquaintance, is it not?

after that meeting, you started to realise the growing number of attempts on him holding your hand – whether you’re walking side by side or sitting together on the bench – he would always attempt to interlock his hand with yours in a way that seems respectful. his hand would gently brush against your own while he was talking, giving a hint that he wishes to hold your hand but would rather have your consent first.

you did not hesitate. you smiled and continued listening to his words as you interlocked your fingers together, gently squeezing his hand as he had not worn his gloves like usual. there was a brief moment of his eyes lighting up and his smile growing wider once he felt your hand on his, but then reverted to his usual expression as he continued to share stories with you.

your nightly meetings had extended to daylight hours. you were no longer confined in the moon’s appearance in the sky to determine how long you’d spend your time with him. you did not mind being seen by everyone else in the academy hanging out with the hotshot dormitory leader of diasomnia – who cares about them?

as long as malleus continued to spend his time with you, you’d spend your time with him. your blooming connection had soon become known to everyone else, and those from his dormitory were more than happy to finally see their dorm leader making friends. well, lilia was the proudest, but sebek still has his suspicions.

it has been a long while now since you have established a connection with the lonely crown prince. his companionship was all you could find on all the times you yearned for someone to hang out with. things were going smoothly, and your relationship with malleus kept blossoming every day.

have you fallen in love?

that question now haunted you once more.

have you fallen in love?

you shook your head as you sighed, trying to think of something else as you sat on diasomnia’s comfortable couch. their lounge was spacious – able to fit more than 20 students at the same time, but you’d rather not stay in the lounge if it gets crowded. the leather couches of their lounge were certainly of high quality as once you took a seat, you felt yourself sinking into the soft depths of the sofa.

malleus was sipping on his tea while the other three kept conversing about their recent school activities. upon hearing your sigh, malleus glanced at you and placed his teacup down, “are you feeling tired?” you shook your head in response, “no, no… not at all…”

have you fallen in love?

perhaps you did. your eyes stayed on malleus for a while as you thought of all the reasons you were drawn to him. malleus had a regal and powerful aura, everyone knew that, but there was also a hint of innocence and loneliness behind that powerful mask of his. you were one of the few people who have witnessed the real side of malleus draconia, while everyone else only knew him as a powerful fae prince.

malleus had the most beautiful set of green eyes – striking and sharp, yet so ethereal and comforting. his eyes showed all the feelings his facial expressions could not, and when it twinkles at the sight or mention of things, he is particularly fond of, you feel a sense of peace within you – as if you felt happy seeing him happy.

for so long have you denied your thoughts and dismissed them as merely friendly observations. you thought he was beautiful, and it should be normal to find someone beautiful, no? you think vil is a beautiful man, but that does not mean you are in love with him, so what makes malleus any different?

but that’s the thing.

malleus draconia’s allure was a level of their own.

his beauty was not like vil’s elegant charm or neige’s endearing appeal. malleus embodies a beauty of ethereal quality – to you, he is a man of enchanting grace and elegance, shrouded in mystery and often veiled in reserve.

have you fallen in love?

after pondering on your inner thoughts, you can proudly answer this question with confidence.

yes, you were.

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ayyysweetcreature · 3 months

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jaehyun! as your boyfriend <3

pairings: non-idol bf! jaehyun x reader genre: lots of fluff combined with cracks!

hiiii! haven't written for jaehyun for so long and he deserves lots of love as always, so here you go! sorry for any grammatical errors, hope y'all enjoy reading this. happy birthday jaehyun! life might be full of stress, but with jamal, everything is going to be okay and we can always try again ♡ - N.

tuna tunAaaaaaaaa

yeah so let's get it

listening to y'all's favourite vinyls together is a must whether it's in the morning or late at night

if you guys are not at home don't worry he has his bluetooth speaker around him all the time hehe

oh!! lazy days with him is a chef's kiss

like you guys would do nothing at all for the whole day

but it wouldn't feel awkward at all like it's just a vibe bcus he loves his quality time with u

you guys would be trying lots of different kinds of hobbies and activities together too and they don't have to be the same all the time

like he would be playing basketball by himself and you would be sitting down looking at him playing it or doing something else

you could just lay your head on his shoulder and say nothing but his eyes would sparkle and his lips would rose into an idiot smile bcus hes in love with u

jae loves it when you play with his fluffy hair and squeeze his bread-like cheeks

would do the same for you too tho

u guys are besties in love with each other

he lovesss talking about random topics non stop and making random jokes from those memes that he suddenly remembers bcus hes purely random like that

he's a big big fan of inside jokes and memes

you could listen to him talking all day and night for hours (so do I)

imagine being able to listen to that rich deep husky colourful soft voice of him everyday i would instantly melt

he's so obsessed with you he would definitely spray his perfume on your (his) sweaters that you love to wear first before you could cus he knows damn well u love how he smells like

yeah yeah that's me jiteun nongdoeEe

jae wouldn't even hesitate to let you use his black card like on a one random day you found his black card in your wallet and you're like ???

"babe it's non-limit just use it for whatever you want to buy baby"

would buy you an airpods max headphone just so that u guys can have couple headphones together

might not look like he's into pda but he's soooo clingy with you whether there's people or not ehem (did you see how he hugged mark in their fact check practice vid-)

his lap is your favorite seat and it's free ♡

he's the type to play with your fingers and pull you into a very random but warm and tight hugs

he finds you so cute that he'd curl into a snowball and snuggle into your neck and be the little spoon in ur cuddles

lots of people find him serious and normal but nahh he's very goofy!! and no one is normal in nct ok

fact check

you can't mark me in your heart but u can mark my words

jae would spoil you with gifts too!! even if it's out of nowhere where it's not even your birthday or your anniversary

"I thought of you and got this for you" kind of guy

and also a "you told me you like this one last time so I got it for you" kind of guy

oh pet names!!

he would no doubt be the first one that made and saved lists of pet names for u in his phone notes

like he would get so excited and ask ur opinions on the pet names lists he's created while thinking of u

"what do u think of this one?? it's cute right?" "it fits u" "can i call you this?" "which one is your favorite?"

girlll you're my faaavoriteeeeEeee

"hey pookie bear"

"hey casper"

mirror selfies with each other!

he'd also have lots of your candid pics that he took and has it saved in his phone and film cameras hehe

would set your goofy pictures as his phone lockscreen wallpaper

there wouldn't be any days and nights where the two of u are not laughing, smiling and being random with each other

like being with jaehyun is seriously and genuinely full of pure joy and peace!! :')

might not have an ass but he's a competitive ass, he would neck slice anyone that comes in ur way trying to flirt with you

deep and heart to heart conversations with him would always feel warm, open and comfortable

he's your comfort, you're his comfort and the two of you would always feel so connected

would be the type to look into your eyes as he listens to you attentively while you're talking or speaking

like those kind of warm and lovely gaze

his ears would be burning red like cherry bomb but he doesn't care

also words of affirmation type of guy!!

loves it even more when you try to act disgusted by his romantic words

he would hold your hands while u guys watch a movie together and for the rest...I'll leave it up to ur imagination :)

random but fun and adventurous dates!! sometimes it can be a fancy dinner date but it can also be cute and fun like an aquarium date, food hunting, immersive art museum date or a chill picnic date at your shared cozy home

if you're having a hard time falling asleep, he would sing you lullabies or play that piano music box he bought in japan until you fall asleep

rockabye baby

he would be so so great at taking care of you! you're hungry? he's a great cook, you hurt yourself? he's running to you to save you although he himself is clumsy af

I feel like he's also very attentive and observant

for example, you're eating and the sleeve of your shirt is on top of your food, he would notice it and pull it up without saying anything

he's genuinely all smiley and laughing only when he's with you and his loved ones fr

some ways to make him all smiley and laughing? just imitate the way he laughs or the dance mistakes he made during their group performances (like yk the iconic favorite performance ;))

and he's a menace he wouldn't even hesitate to tease you back like how he would tease doyoung with jungwoo

the more you get annoyed by his teasings, the more he'll fall in love with you

loves to get nagged by you everytime u told him off about his cleanliness

and you can't stop him euhahahah

ay-yo

delulu is the solulu may your delulu come trululu

end of the surface just let the ride make it drive with its movEe

be quiet don't cry

#nct 127 #nct imagines #nct #nct u #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jung yoonoh #nct dojaejung #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #nct 127 fluff #jaehyun drabbles #i wanna marry him #help me #is he even real

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zoobus · 2 years

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@dtwoh2

This ended up being super long so I decided not to harass OP's replies

(this is about my opinion that Elliot the billionaire from Breaking Bad S1E5 "Grey Matter" was not a generous, kindly rich friend offering Walt a way out with no strings attached)

First, let me say this: I know most people don't notice or care about fashion but BrBa actually did put notable effort in their costume design and it's because characters like Skyler are consistently well-dressed that made this point so glaring

When she's hosting, when she goes to the office, hell even her house robes are sophisticated, put together fits - I'm not sure how she affords those sumptuous silk kimonos she's always wearing but it hammers home Skye as an appearance-minded person, a woman who knows how to dress. Even with the shit camera quality, you can tell her hot pink baby shower dress was made for her.

And yet.

Walt and Skye go to that party in complementing loud, harsh, ugly blues for what they learn is a beige party - the literal exact opposite of blue.

Now, it'd be one thing if they'd known and worn beige outfits that were shabby in comparison and Walt got in his feelings about it. Or if they'd truly "missed the memo" as Walt snarks and come in normal-wear that was out of dress code - yep could see Walt assuming it was intentional and throwing a fit.

But this poor couple attending a billionaire's party for some reason thought they should wear gaudy blue, with Skye's dress in particular highlighting exactly how cheap it is. It's almost as if they were under the impression they had to wear a color a domesticated adult would be unlikely to already own and rarely looks good on a budget, doubly so if you're 8 months pregnant. Skye would NEVER wear that shiny ass prom dress with the ruched center seam, scratchy 100% polyester raschel lace shawl, and sequined evening bag in public unless she thought it was her only choice. She never wears anything like this again, not even in the same season. The only rational explanation is someone lied to them. The more I explain this, the more I realize why most people missed it.

Now for the less special interest type reasons:

Walt asks (then later confirms) the invite said "no gifts." You might say oh, maybe Elliot was trying to spare Walt's pride but if so, why make a point of sharing it like he did? Why even invite your broke prideful friend to this kind of party, like you can't think of any other way to meet, chat, and ask if he'll work for you?

Additionally, how odd that Walt's was the only invite that didn't say this was a beige party.

Really can't downplay how hard it is to swallow they forgot to tell the Whites not to show up in clown uniforms.

Elliot's loudly showing off his gifts, with the last being an autographed Eric Clapton Stratocaster® which on the low end today is a $2000 electric guitar, but can go to the tens of thousands. Then he spots his friend's meager, teensy little thing, smaller than his hand and LITERALLY POINTS WALT OUT so everyone knows for damn sure who did this. Elliot unwraps it and does this full body sigh. Hands dropped. Your dad getting another tie for father's day type reaction. Young Good Ramen. No this is great man. You can get 10 for 1.99.

Sorry, no it WAS malicious. Listen to his voice. Feel how long he held that unpleasant silence before forcing a chuckle. Holding eye contact throughout while the crowd darts their eyes and smirks. This isn't Harry Potter - you can't emphasize how shitty something is then magically negate it like "and that's why I love it hahaha!" Elliot made it clear where he thinks Walt stands. Beneath him.

The whole party is like this, a humiliating horror show of socializing out of your social sphere. We don't even know what their relationship was like before. The implication is that Walt separated from this guy before for a reason and the reason was probably in line with what we saw today.

Elliot isn't stupid. He knows Walt. He knows Walt's character. He knows their financial disparities. He knows Walt is sick. Presumably he's well aware of Walt's pride. An intelligent and well-meaning friend doesn't accidentally combo-hit the exact weak points that caused you to drift apart in less than an hour before asking hey how would you like to literally owe me your life? How would you like the kind of debt that can't be repaid? :) You're a smart man.

If Elliot really cared about saving Walt, he wouldn't have gone about it the way he did. If, however, he wanted to antagonize and flex on Walt, make him as uncomfortable as possible, keep in his wife's good graces by offering him a job, and end the night with two possible outcomes - either he accepts and gets richer or he rejects and elliot can say "Welp honey, your former lover and ex-fiance Walter White said no for some weird reason. oh well, I tried! :)"

Idk, I guess it could be a projection but the way Elliot talked to Walt reminded me of old friends whom, in retrospect, didn't even try to hide their disdain for me. Like wow how did I miss that.

I think Gretchen had honest intentions. Her husband didn't. I don't know what his deal was exactly but I'd exhaust all other resources before accepting this dude who publicly embarrassed me as my savior, livelihood, and future employer.

#breaking bad #brba #sorry but I genuinely do not understand the popular(?) read of Elliot as a benevolent and well-meaning friend #And Walt as a selfish prideful ass projecting malicious intent upon him #I mean Walt is that but he wasn't projecting this time #niche effortposts

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abiiors · 1 year

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Wired Autocomplete

Matty Healy Drabble (fem! reader)

A/N: Definitely did not procrastinate by watching a shit tonne of these interviews in the name of “research”

There’s the use of Y/n a lot of times. Sorry, it’s based on the wired interview. I can’t really find a way around using it.

This is based on an ask! (My requests are open)

‘Does Matty Healy…write his songs?’ That’s how the interview starts.

‘Yes he does,’ you both say in response at the same time.

‘He leaves his moleskins lying around all the time,’ you add on. Then you give him a theatrical side-eye, ‘drives me crazy, really.’

‘What?! You love peeking at my unfinished lyrics!’

You laugh and pick up your board again.

‘Does Y/N Y/LN…have a boyfriend?’

You both look at each other and then look straight into the camera. It’s freaky how you share one braincell sometimes because what comes out of both of your mouths is a single, deadpanned ‘No’

‘We’re best friends really,’ he continues, in all his mock seriousness.

‘Roommates even,’ you add.

It’s all in good fun, however. Your relationship is not exactly private, has never been very private. You both love to show each other off whenever you get the chance. Still, some people really do live under the rock…

‘Has Matty Healy…acted?’

His eyes go wide as he quickly says no. A bit too quick… Meanwhile, you make wild gestures at the camera, stage whisper “Waterloo Road” until he puts a hand over your mouth and both of you end up giggling like idiots.

There are a few more questions after that about his music. Then there are a few more about your career and your life outside of the spotlight. It’s instantly noticeable to you how seriously he answers questions about his music. That’s definitely one of his most endearing qualities. Soon, that section is over and he picks up the next board.

‘Up first,’ he announces and you do a small drumroll with your finger. ‘Is Matty Healy…gay?’

‘Aren’t we all,’ he replies. The crew laugh at that but of course, you knew that’s how he was going to answer that question.

‘Is Y/N Y/L/N,’ you rip off the tape with a flourish, ‘...a singer?’

‘Uh…’

‘You should hear her in the shower, mate,’ he says with all seriousness, ‘the voice of an angel.’ The hint of teasing in his voice makes you whack him on the back of his head with the board. He laughs a bit, pretends to be seriously hurt but then he picks up his board again.

‘Is Matty Healy…married…’ he trails off once the tape is off.

Your eyes widen momentarily and his go to your hand, specifically to your ring finger. There’s a blind moment of panic when you think you’ve left the damning evidence on.

‘No,’ he tries not to swallow audibly, ‘Matty Healy is not married.’

It’s not a lie…not exactly.

But he’s about to be.

The blinding diamond ring safely tucked in your purse is proof of that.

He quickly moves on to the next question (Is Matty Healy an Aries? Yes he is, he even makes a face while he confirms that). The rising blush up his neck has not escaped your attention, however.

You both know no amount of editing will stop the fans from reading into that look you just shared.

***

Two weeks later, you get a notification from Youtube while you’re laying in bed.

“Matty Healy and Y/N Y/L/N Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions / WIRED”

The comments are almost instantaneous. There are fans who think he’s hilarious. Then there are the people who think you two are adorable together and you make sure to like some of those comments from a personal account.

That’s when you see it—

“Did anyone else notice the look at 9:56 👀”

It only has 3 replies right now. Not much traction but all 3 of them agree that there definitely was a look.

‘Look at this, love,’ you turn to him and make him take off his headphones. He lets out a proper chuckle once he sees the comment.

‘Looks like the cats out of the bag, huh?’

It is and it isn’t. Who knows, maybe the comment will gain traction. It’s only been 9 minutes since the video came out. In the meantime, he grabs your hand and kisses it right above the ring.

‘I don’t wanna take it off anymore,’ you say to him after a moment’s silence.

He smiles at you—a genuine, dazzling smile—which ends in him giving you a lingering sweet kiss on your lips.

‘So time to make it official?’ he whispers against your lips.

‘Nah,’ you laugh, ‘let the theories go wild for a bit!’

#matty healy imagine #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy drabble #drabble #asks #fluff #matty x reader #wired autocomplete #interview

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bbgem329 · 1 year

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Things Are Never As They Seem… Chapter Seventeen

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. PR relationship. HW sucks. Fluff. Angst. Implied smut. Cyber bullying.

Series Masterlist

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January 26, 2021

Ella spoke your name softly, pulling your attention away from the pile of laundry you were working through, “Are you sure you want to take some time off?” You’d almost forgotten you were on the phone with her for all of two minutes, tuning out her rambling about some role you had zero interest in. “It’s just… Well, you just got back into things after lockdown and I’d hate for you to miss opportunities…”

You loved her.

You really, really did.

But you were more than a little fed up with her constant pestering.

All week she’d been on your ass about finding the next project–taking the next steps, knowing damn well you had a movie coming out this spring and would start filming another in LA near the end of March, early April.

What more could you possibly do?

February was really your only month off and you wouldn’t catch a break again until the end of July, early August.

You were taking your damn vacation.

And Ella damn knew it too. She was more than just wasting her breath at this point.

“Ella.” You sighed, struggling to keep the frustration out of your voice. “I’m taking this vacation. We’ve talked about this a handful of times now.” You ran a hand down your face, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Seb’s mom needs this. This isn’t about me getting time off, it’s about spending quality time with her. She’s been alone so much recently.” You paused, trying to remain mindful of your tone, “So please don’t ask me again.”

You really didn’t intend for it to come out as stern as it did and you winced slightly at the long silence that followed as soon as the words left your lips.

“No.” The resignation in her voice was obvious, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

You weren’t really sure what else to say and it seemed like she didn’t either. You never really snapped at her like that before but then again she’d never repeatedly ignored your request before either. You made a mental note to check in with Casey and Blake to see what was going on with her. Nothing had changed between the two of you as far as you knew but her attitude towards you for the last week said otherwise.

Thankfully, your saving grace came in the form of your lover’s incoming facetime call.

“Ella.” You said softly, “I have to go, Sebastian’s on the other line and I don’t want to miss him. I’ll call you later?”

“Yeah.” She sounded a little too relieved, “You go ahead. Talk to you later.”

You didn’t waste another second, slamming your thumb down on the green ‘accept’ button. Moments later, Sebastian’s beaming face appeared on the screen.

“There she is.”

Almost four years together and this man still made you blush with just one look.

“Look at you.” He cooed, leaning closer as he rolled over onto his stomach in bed, propping the phone against a pillow. “You look gorgeous, baby.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed in a line to hide your smile as you glanced down at the little nighty you were wearing. You looked like an absolute bum with the weird heatless curl thing you found online wrapped up in your hair, eyepatch things under your eyes, and a mighty patch on your chin.

“You are such a fibber, Sebastian Stan.” You tutted, shaking your head at him. You propped your phone against the laundry basket on your bed and stepped back from the camera to give a little spin.

He gasped, hooded eyes tracing down to ogle your bare legs, “Are you wearing panties under that?”

You rolled your eyes, fighting to suppress a smile. “You are absolutely insatiable, Stan.”

“Only for you, baby.” He chuckled, shooting you a little wink. “Only for you.”

You shot him a shy smile as you picked up a tank top and folded it before placing it neatly in your suitcase. “I’m not.” You admitted quietly, “Wearing panties.”

“I knew it.”

You couldn’t hold back the laugh burst from your lips, “You did not.”

“God, I needed to hear your laugh.”

If you thought you were blushing hard before, you were sure you were red as a tomato now.

“I miss you so much, sweetheart.” He sighed softly, eyes locked on yours through the camera and in that moment you wished you were looking at them in real time, not through a screen.

No camera could ever bring justice to those cerulean eyes.

“I miss you more, Seb. “ You frowned a little, “I wish you could come with us tomorrow.”

He breathed out a drawn out sigh, “Me too. You know I would if I could.”

Twenty three days since you’ve been without him.

You wish you could say it got easier with time, having him away, but it didn’t. It wasn’t like this is the longest you’d spent away from him either. But for obvious reasons, it was harder to let him go this time. You were finally in a good place, you spent the holidays in complete bliss–just you and him in your own little world,then reality set back in and it was time to go to work again.

Things were going good between the two of you.

Better than good, even.

But part of you couldn’t help but wonder if that was because he was trapped up in his own little world on set in Canada and Catalina was all the way back home in Spain.

Life was easier when she wasn’t around and you weren’t the slightest bit ready for her inevitable return to the states when Sebastian finished filming ‘Fresh’ and returned to LA with you.

You knew the second she caught wind that he was back, she would hop her desperate ass on a plane first thing. And then you’d finally be forced to meet her.

God, you didn’t even want to think about what that would be like. All you knew, was that she definitely wasn’t going to like you. There was absolutely no way you were going to put up with her shi-

Sebastian called your name, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sorry.” You shook your head, shaking yourself from those thoughts.

There was no need to get ahead of yourself. It was still January, that was a few months away yet.

“Where did you go?” He looked a little concerned, it was honestly a little cute with his brows all furrowed and his bottom lip plumped out in a small pout. “You okay?”

You laughed a little to yourself, picking up your phone before plopping on the edge of the bed, “I’m sorry. I was getting ahead of myself.” You shook your head, shoulders sagging a little, “I was just thinking about when I’m going to see you next–which is around my birthday,” You waved your hand lazily in front of you, “If everything works out of course. And it just reminded me that I’m going to have to meet Catalina and deal with her and yeah.”

His expression fell a little and you felt bad for bringing it up. But you were trying to be better about communicating your thoughts and feelings so you knew it was the right thing to do.

“I kinda forgot about her.” He tried to cover his initial reaction with a small laugh but you didn’t miss the way his eyes dimmed a little. “I actually got a call from Blake today. I almost forgot to tell you.” He shrugged, chuckling to himself, “I guess she had a little solo pap walk today and in every picture she is holding her phone out in front of her, flashing her lockscreen. You couldn’t see it clearly but it was obviously one of the pictures we took in Ibiza.” He shook his head, running a hand down his face, “We took so much footage that day.”

You don’t even try to hide your grimace, nose scrunching in disgust and teeth bared, “She’s kinda pathetic isn’t she?”

“She’s embarrassing me.”

“I’m sorry for bringing her up.” You frowned, tilting your head a little as you took him in, “I was just on the phone with Ella and she’s been up my ass about taking on another project instead of going on vacation and it got me thinking about the next couple months.” You glanced away from the camera, eyes trailing over your half packed suitcase, “After this, I’ll be booked until early August–just in time for your birthday, I guess.”

“It’s alright, honey.” Sebastian shook his head, his brows pulled down and his lips pressed together as his eyes wandered over your face, “You never have to be sorry for that. We can talk about these things–we should.” He paused, dipping closer to the camera, “You can talk to me about anything–everything. We are doing so good about being open and communicating. We are in a really good spot and I don’t want to lose that because you are holding things in for my sake.”

You nodded, “You’re right.”

You bit your lip to hide a smirk, “I don’t think she’ll like me much.”

“Well,” Sebastian’s nose scrunched cutely, that half smirk that always makes your heart race split across his face, “She doesn’t like me either… But she does like the attention my name brings her so…” He gave a little shrug, “She’ll either try to mooch off you or-”

“Nah.” You interject with a short laugh, “She thinks I’m the one thing standing between her and having you completely. She’s going to make my life a living hell. I’m sure of it.”

“Don’t say that.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I won’t let her fuck with you, baby. That’s not going to happen.”

“Sebastian.” You huffed lightly, keeping your tone soft, “You and I both know you only have so much control here now. There is only so much we can do. She runs the show now and as long as she doesn’t break contract, no one is going to stop her.”

He mumbled your name, voice full of sorrow.

“It’s fine, love.” You forced a smile, one you knew he most definitely saw right through. “Seriously, it’ll all work out. Besides, what’s the worst she can do? As long as we got each other, we will be fine.”

He didn’t look fully convinced but let it go, for your sake you were sure.

“And I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I have an early flight tomorrow and would rather hear all about your day.” You shoved your suitcase over, and plopped over on your belly, “How’s my girl, Daisy?”

“Oh my God.” Your lover groaned, “You talked to her twice and now you love her more than me! This is absolutely unacceptable.”

“She’s so cute though.” You pouted, “I want to adopt her as our daughter.”

“She’s twenty three, babe!”

“So?”

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January 29, 2021

“Everything okay, dragă?”

You glanced up from your phone to meet Georgeta’s concerned gaze.

Your brows furrowed as you took in the messages lighting up your screen, “Yeah, just..” You shifted in your seat, shoving your phone back in your clutch. Hoping once it was out of your sight, it would be out of your mind. “I’ve been getting really weird messages and comments over the past couple days on all social media platforms.” You took a quick sip of water to clear your throat when your voice cracked, “I think it’s the same couple accounts just bombarding me but,” You trail off, shaking your head, “They are kind of nasty messages.”

That definitely didn’t ease her concern and you kinda felt bad for bringing it up but honestly it had been eating at you over the past few days and you really needed to get it off your chest.

It wasn’t unusual for you to get a gross comment here or there but since arriving at the resort down here in Mexico, it was like someone had opened the floodgates and your inbox and notifications were drowning with messages, comments, and tags. All of them shitting on your acting, your body, your clothes, your hair–everything and anything they could think of.

They were picking you apart.

And you didn’t know why.

It wasn’t like you had done anything recently. You hadn’t posted since before Christmas, and the last pap walk you did was with cast mates back on set in early december. It was quiet for you as of lately press wise, so you don’t understand what could’ve brought this unwarranted attention on.

You had planned to post a little of your trip, maybe a nice sunset picture or something to show your fans you were, in fact, alive but now you weren’t so sure it was a good idea. It wasn’t worth it to subject yourself to more hate.

Georgeta called your name softly, “What are they saying?”

You shrugged a little, brushing it off, “It doesn’t matter. I just don’t understand why this is happening all of a sudden.”

“It does matter though.” She frowned, reaching across the table to place her hand over yours, rubbing softly across your knuckles with her thumb, “It’s clearly bothering you. I can see it all over your face whenever you look at your phone.”

Just like her son, Georgeta had a talent for reading you. You could never ever get anything past the two of them.

You breathed out a soft sigh, eyes trailing the room around you as you leaned over the table, closer to her, “They’ve been messaging me, saying things like ‘Kill yourself’, ‘He doesn’t love you’ I’m not sure who they mean, not a single soul knows about Seb and I outside people we trust or have signed an NDA.” You shake your head, reaching to grab your half filled wine glass before taking a hefty sip. “A lot of shit about my body, my hair, my clothes. ‘She’s a terrible actress’, ‘She has nothing going for her’, ‘She’s ugly’. Every insult that you can think of, they’ve said it.”

“Miere.” The tone of her voice was nearly enough to make you cry, and the expression on her face didn’t help either. “That is awful. I am so sorry.” She reached for your hand again, taking your right between her own and bringing it to her lips to press a kiss to your knuckles, “They don’t deserve you or your attention. You are so much better than that.”

You blinked back the tell tale burn behind your eyes and tried with everything inside you to plaster on even the smallest of smiles. You’re sure it came across as more of a pained grimace than anything.

“Does my son know?”

“No.” You shook your head, “I didn’t want to distract him and really, it’s not like he can do anything to stop it.” You shrugged half heartedly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “There’s nothing any of us can do. I don’t know why I’m letting it get to me. I should just turn off my notifications and log out of social media for a while.”

“No.” Georgeta nearly shouted and her eyes widened as she looked around to make sure she hadn’t bothered anyone else in the restaurant. “You shouldn’t let them control you–Don’t let them win. They do not dictate your life. So you know what…” She stopped the waiter on his way by, “Can we get the check? And a bottle of red to go?”

“Of course.” The nice young man replied, “It’ll just be a moment.”

“Georgeta!” You giggled, “Don’t you want dessert?”

“No.” She smirked, “We are taking the bottle of wine down to the beach and we’re going to drink the entire thing down by the water and then I’m going to take picture of you dancing in the waves and then,” She scrunched her nose at you, waving her fingers in your direction, “You’re going to post a few.”

Your heart wanted to burst out of your chest right then and there. Georgeta was, hands down, the best woman you’ve ever met in your entire life and she never failed to amaze you.

“Are you serious, right now? Isn’t it dark out?” Your brows furrowed and you leaned forward to whisper the last bit. “Is it even legal to bring the wine down there?”

She rolled her eyes at you, an expression you could only describe as a ‘what-the-actual-fuck’ on her face, “We literally drank margaritas on the beach earlier. This restaurant belongs to the resort, of course we can bring the fucking wine.”

“Oh my God.” Your laugh was loud, so loud it drew eyes to your table, “Did you just say ‘fuck’? Georgeta!!” You shook your head, eyes wide, “I cannot believe you just said that.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Your eyes widened even further, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh, “What the– Do…Do you kiss you-your son with that mouth?”

For a second she looked a little bashful, her cheeks all rosy and her smile shy. She let out a little giggle, fingers pressed to her lips as she looked at you with wide, pretty eyes, “I think I’m a little drunk.”

“I was going to say,” You chuckled, “How much have you had to drink? Did you take a couple shots while getting ready for dinner?”

“Maybe.” She drew out her answer with a little giggle, giving her shoulders a small shrug.

Your eyes widened again, “Are you serious?” You laughed to yourself, in complete and utter shock. “I was kidding but you were serious! Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend’s mama?”

Taking Georgeta on vacation had shown you a completely different side of her. You always got on well before, you enjoyed the same things and brought something to the table that each of you lacked in other relationships–you as the daughter she never had and she as the mother figure you always lacked.

You were used to the put together, sweet, never-swore-a-day-in-her-life-and-only-had-one-glass-of-wine Georgeta. Not once had you expected to ever meet party-animal Georgeta.

And you were so here for it.

“Oh, miere, I’m having such a wonderful time with you.” She cooed, finishing her wine glass off before rising from the table. She tossed a debit card towards you, “I have to use the ladys room before we go to the beach,” She pointed at you, shooting you a stern look, “Use that card to pay for dinner. I’ll know if you don’t.”

You laughed, “Sure. Hurry though, there is more fun to be had.”

You watched her go, not missing the way she pulled her phone from her own clutch before she disappeared down the hall. You had no doubt she was calling Sebastian to tell him about what was going on. He was probably trying to get a hold of you both if the two missed phone calls you found waiting for you when you drew your own phone out of your clutch while waiting for the waiter to return with your bill and wine.

You should’ve told him about what was going down–the hate you were receiving. Thinking about it now, you admit it was wrong, especially after talking about communicating more and expressing your feelings. You honestly hadn’t thought it was a big deal and part of you was hoping that it would just blow over in a couple days. And you hadn’t told Georgeta not to say anything to him either so there was no doubt he was hearing about it at this very moment. She clearly had no filter when she had one too many glasses of wine.

That was fine, you could explain it to him later.

He wouldn’t necessarily be mad, he’d be upset for you if anything.

And maybe he’d have a better idea about it than you. Especially the comments about this undisclosed ‘he’ these accounts were messaging you about.

Could it be about him?

It’s possible but unless it was someone close to you targeting you that didn’t make sense. You meant it when you said no one outside of who you wanted to know, knew about your relationship. You had always been careful about sharing that piece of information and being mindful when in public, even more so with this fauxmance in full swing.

Maybe you were overthinking it, it was probably just some fan pissed off that you worked with their favorite. You just wrapped filming with Rege, you work with Henry regularly, and your next project that was announced in early December was with Pedro Pascal. They were all known heartthrobs, and naturally they all had jealous fangirls.

Either way, you would put it out of your mind for the night–heck, maybe even the rest of this vacation and actually enjoy yourself.

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“Are you sure you’re good?”

Not in a million years did you ever think you’d be tucking your boyfriend’s drunk mother in for bed, yet here you were.

Georgeta giggled loudly, directly into your ear, “I’m great, meire. Oh, I love you.” She wrapped her arms around your neck, yanking you down before pressing a handful of kisses across your cheeks and forehead, “Love you so much, Fiica mea.”

Fiica mea

You hadn’t heard that one before. You made a mental note to ask Sebastian.

You laughed, using the last of your strength to untangle yourself from her after placing a kiss of your own against her forehead, “Love you too. Sleep good.”

She mumbled sleepily, eyes already closed and mouth hanging open as she snoozed comfortably in her bed. She was still dressed in the sundress she’d worn to dinner and hopefully she wasn’t too bothered that you left her to sleep in her makeup. There was no way you were going to even attempt that. Not when it took you every last bit of energy to get her up from the beach.

You were pretty drunk yourself, stumbling steps with heavy limbs as you made your way through the day space of your suite and into your own room. You snatched your phone out of your clutch and stumbled into the bathroom, shivering at the cool air nipping at your wet skin.

You’d done the photoshoot.

And you’d had the time of your absolute life running through the waves in your white, long summer dress. It was just the two of you down there and you’d gone a little buckwild. There are over a hundred photos to attest to that.

You had never felt sexier than in that moment and looking at the pictures after, you looked sexy too.

Who knew Georgita had a talent for photography?

And after tonight, she would be accompanying you to every photoshoot for the rest of your life because she was the best hypewoman you’d ever had.

You leaned forward against the counter, elbows pressed to the cool granite as you swiped through your phone. You smiled to yourself when you found Sebastian’s contact and hit call. Not even a second later and his smiling face appeared on the screen.

“Hi.” You beamed.

“Hey, baby.” He chuckled, eyes squinting a little as he took you in, “Are you wet? Are you drunk?”

You giggled a little, “Yes,” You paused, rubbing your fingers against your chin, “ And maybe.”

“Yeah, my mom sounded like it on the phone.” He shook his head, smile growing across his lips, “And I saw your instagram post, baby,” He groaned, head lolling back against the headboard, “You looked so fucking good. It’s not fair how gorgeous you are.”

“Are you sure?” You grimaced, crossing your arms over your chest in hopes to stop your shivering, “It’s not too much?”

“No baby, not at all.” And you could tell he meant it, even with the buzz in your head. “You look absolutely gorgeous, the wet dress stuck to your body–showing off your curves but not revealing too much. You look..” He waved his hands, “You look so happy and carefree. I wanted to jump into the picture and join you.”

“I love you.” Your bottom lip jutted out on a little pout, “You always know what to say and it’s never just ‘you look good’ you always give reasoning and point out what it looks good…” You pause, “Am I even making sense?” You shrug, “Your mom is a bad influence and forced me to drink two bottles of wine with her.”

He belted out a loud laugh, the sound warming you to your core, “First of all, baby, you’re shivering please take off the wet dress and either get in the shower or put your robe on. We can still talk, just do something, I hate seeing you like that when I can’t hold you or help.”

You smiled to yourself as you moved to flick the shower on and began unwrapping yourself from the dress after you propped your phone up on the counter.

“Second of all, thank you again for doing this. She needed this so bad.” He smiled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck, “She keeps sending me pictures and telling me all about how much she loves you and how much fun she is having. I appreciate you so much, sweetheart.”

“You don’t need to thank me, baby.” You smile brightly at him through the camera, ignoring the way he discreetly ogles you as you let the dress fall to the floor, leaving you completely bare and exposed. “You know I love spending time with her and that I love her as if she were my own.” You close the distance, picking up your phone before stepping into the shower. “I hope you know that, from here on out, she’ll be accompanying me to every photoshoot. She’s the best hypewoman ever.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You let loose a little laugh as you set the phone up on a shelf, making sure it was out of the water before dipping under the stream to get your hair wet. “I’ll send you all the pictures. I got some of her too. You’re gonna love them.”

He hummed in agreement, the sound coming from deep in his chest and sending shivers down your spine, “Of course I will. My two favorite girls–the ones I love the most in this world. I can’t wait to see them, baby.”

You paused your shampooing to give him a pout, “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you more, gorgeous.” He shot you a sad smile, “I would give anything to be with you right now, in that shower.”

You spun around, pointing a finger at him, “Are you trying to get dirty with me, Sebastian Stan?”

The laugh he let out lit you up from inside out, “No.” He tossed his hands up in a defensive stance, “Of course not. Why would I want to get dirty with my sexy, wet girlfriend while she’s showering right in front of me?” He playfully rolled his eyes, “That’s just insane!”

You giggled, “Well,”

“Are you..?”

You shrugged a little, hands trailing teasingly over your breast.

“Fuck.”

Tonight you’d indulge with him and tomorrow you could talk.

Clearly Georgeta hadn’t told him about the hate and it’s definitely something that could be dealt with later.

You were on vacation and all else could wait.

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captainmalewriter · 2 years

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For One Night

It's been a long day of people watching. I stood along the sidewalk as crowds of people walked past me all day. I observed everyone that walked past me as scouted out potential talent within the mass of people. Although I did find a few handsome faces, none of them were open to conversation when I approached them. The most I could get from them was a "sorry, I'm in a rush," and then they walked off. It was frustrating, for sure, but nevertheless I remained vigilant in my search for the next guest star of my little internet show For One Night.

The sun was beginning to set, and I still had no luck. I worried that the next episode would have to be delayed at this rate. I began planning for the weeks ahead in my head; I'd have to edit one of the unreleased episodes we recorded but never got around to due to low appeal. Then I'd have to market the damn thing and after that I have to deal with low viewer rates because the algorithm demanded consistent posting regardless of quality. All the while, I'd still have to be on streets looking for the next star and then-

It quickly became too much to keep track of in my head. I shook my head, all the planning would have to wait until I was back at my desk again.

I ended up spacing off for a while. I guess even someone as determined as I was got tired after hours of fruitless searching. I sat there on a bench while I took another casual glance at the crowd of people all around me. Nobody looked particularly interested at first glance, but then after I took another look, I saw someone with potential. I quickly got up and approached them.

"Hey there, you in the white tank!" I called out. The guy heard me and slowed down.

"You talking to me?" the burly guy said to me. I nodded, and the guy met me halfway.

"What if I told you there was an easy way to make money," I started my pitch. Right away, I saw the guy wasn't buying it as his face scrunched up.

"I would say you're scamming me,"

"Haha, I can see why you'd say that, but hear me out for a minute or two if you'd be so kind. Now, look here..." I took out a wad of cash from my pockets. I flipped through the stack of 20s with thumb and forefinger, letting the sound of the bills speak for themselves.

"All cash money, right here, right now. All you have to do is let a chick give you a blowjob on camera."

The guy scoffed. He turned to start walking away, but I reached out to him before he could leave.

"Think about it, bro, you're getting money for getting sucked off by a hot chick! It's a win-win situation for you. Here, see for yourself,"

I took out my phone and unlocked it where there was a picture of me and my sister already waiting. I showed him the picture, and he did a double take when he saw it.

"Damn, she kinda bad... Who is that?" he asked.

"An old friend from high school," I lied.

He kept checking her out on my phone. I let him for another minute or so, then I turned off the phone. He looked annoyed when I did that.

"So what do you say, you down?"

He looked down at the ground after I asked him that question. I waited in silence for his answer, until he looked back up to me.

"How much?"

"400 dollars, cold hard cash. Just say yes, and we'll go into that car over there where my friend's just dying to meet a man like you."

He took another minute to think about my offer. I waved the wad of cash in my hand in front of him. Then, he reached out his hand and told me he accepted the deal. I smirked as we shook on it.

I then proceeded to lead him to the back parking lot where we had parked the van. I texted my sister and friend that I had finally found a guy. They were probably annoyed that it took so long, but I didn't care. Just as long as we had found a guy for For One Night, I was content.

"This isn't one of those fake taxi videos where y'all trick me into doing some gay shit, right?"

"No! Of course not, and besides, you know those are fake right? Even the straight ones, they're all scripted."

"You mean they're all fake!?"

I turned to him after he shouted. He looked so devastated. I felt like I had just told a 9 year old kid that Santa wasn't real.

The rest of that walk was quiet, but we eventually made it to the van. I unlocked the back door for him. My sister was already in there smiling and barely dressed, already ready to play her role of horny air-headed bimbo.

"Hiii there, sexy~ I've been waiting for you!" my sister said in a very bubbly voice. The guy smirked as he hopped in next to my sister. I also got in the back seat too, and after I closed the door, my friend pulled out the parking lot and started driving.

"Alright, so here we are. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable," I told the guy as I powered up the camera. My sister was feeling him up, and the guy flexed for her in return. He then took off his shirt and shorts, leaving his cock to flop out. I almost let out a gasp at the sight of it, it was long even when flaccid.

"I hope you're ready for me, Daddy..." my sister whispered to him as she wrapped a hand around his cock. She gave it a few pumps, causing it to harden up, and then she stopped. She pulled out a handkerchief, and blinded the guy. She then took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed him to the car seats.

"Ooo I love a kinky bitch," the guy said. His dick was standing at full mast, and my sister quietly gagged at it. She then reached for the camera and I handed it off to her. I then got on my knees and began getting to work sucking him off.

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that!" he shouted out.

The smell of his sweaty balls penetrated my nose as I made my way down his entire shaft. It was rank, and his bush of pubic hair tickled every time I deep throated him. It was tough, but I kept at it. I knew the big bucks were come rolling in soon enough.

Deep, loud moans escaped this man's mouth. Everytime I came up for air, my sister made sure to talk dirty to him; helped keep the fantasy alive. He was leaking precum like a madman as I sucked him off. I felt him twitching in my mouth, and I had a feeling he was gonna cum soon. I took a deep breath through my nose, and then went down on him, shoving his whole length into my throat.

I felt the tip of his dick touch the back of my throat. He was squirming at my sudden move; I had him right where I wanted him. Even though my nose was already nuzzled deep into his bush, I pushed down even further. I kept pushing against his body, and soon enough I began to phase into him. My head sunk into his pelvic region, and I could feel his body convulsions on a whole different level now.

"Argh...! How are... you doing that!?"

He was gasping for breath. I was sinking deeper and deeper into his body. Soon enough the rest of my torso slithered inside of him, as did my legs. My presence filled his body from the inside, and I could feel every movement he made as though they were my own. I allowed myself to expand from inside of him. I filled every limb and crevice of his body with my own body. We aligned perfectly and became one.

All the pressure and tension from getting his body taken over must've been too much for him. He- I mean I, shot out ropes of hot cum all over myself. I could feel it puddle up in my new ab lines. I was panting for air as my consciousness made itself comfortable with its new body.

"Hey, you in there now?" my sister called out to me. I nodded yes, and she proceeded to take off the blindfold and uncuff me. I rubbed all the cum into my new skin like it was lotion. My sister groaned and called me gross for it.

"Whatever, you got it on camera right?"

"Of course I did, I'm not a dumbass like you,"

"It was one time!"

"And it was one time I had to go hungry cuz of you!"

I felt myself getting red in the face, and I was gonna yell back until our friend in the driver's seat hit the brakes and sent both of us flying.

"Stop yelling already!! God, I know it's been a long day for all of us but at least we finally have some new content to put out!" our friend shouted. My sister and I stayed quiet after that. She was right.

She dropped us off at our place after that, and waved goodbye as she drove off.

"You think they're gonna like this new guy?"

"Of course they will, it's OnlyFans, they'll eat it up," I walked over to our shared car. I stood in front of the hood, and my sister turned on the camera and pointed at me.

"Welcome back to another episode of For One Night! Today I gave this hottie with a body a blowjob in a car, then I took over his body while I sucked him off!" I flexed my new guns for the camera. I knew the fans go crazy the more I show off my new body.

"Check out the full body takeover, right here!"

My sister gave me a thumbs up, and turned off the camera. I felt satisfied with the introduction I gave, and now it was time for a nap. After all, I had a whole night to play with my new body ahead of me. One night of whatever I wanted.

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rhiannons-bird · 1 year

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TDA FANCASTS / FACECLAIMS (repost)

I’ve decided to add to the noise with my own content because at this point I’ve seen Froy Gutierrez and Timothee Chalamet fancast for just about every single male TSC character and I think we all deserve some variety. This will probably be followed up with posts for the other series in the near future. I’ve tried my hardest to find people as close as possible to my headcanons, but I feel like 95% of Cassie Jeans art still does the best job at representing what I picture these characters to look like in my head. Feel free to agree or disagree and let me know what your fav faceclaims are 🤗

Emma Carstairs - Bridget Satterlee (it’s not perfect and personally I still imagine Emma with sharper features, but at least she’s got the brown eyes and Emma vibes)

Julian Blackthorn - Darwin Gray (again pretty much the best I could find, idk why Jules and Emma are so hard to get right)

Cristina Rosales - Natalia Castellar Calvani

Mark Blackthorn - (Young) Gerhard Freidl (look I even added the golden eye😌, he’s def one of my faves with the soft and ethereal vibe he’s got going on)

Ty Blackthorn - (Young) Asa Butterfield (Ty was so damn hard to find, and he def wouldn’t work for grown up Ty in my opinion)

Livvy Blackthorn - (Young) Amalia Zadro (she’s literally so perfect I can’t)

Kit Herondale - Griffin Mark (sorry for the picture quality, he’s a tiktoker and I couldn’t find anything better, but LORD does he look like young Kit)

Dru Blackthorn - (Young!) India Eisley

Tavvy Blackthorn - Random kid I found here

Arthur Blackthorn - Jude Law (just picture him with glasses chilling in an a dusty attic)

Diana Wrayburn - Lehlogonolo Machaba (she’s a South African trans model, I know this is literally just fancasts but I thought it would be nice for proper representation anyways, plus she’s giving off the biggest Diana vibes)

Kieran Kingson - I’m so sorry I can’t find the original image source 😭

Gwyn ap Nudd - Ed Skrein

Annabel Blackthorn - Esme Creed-Miles

Diego Rocío Rosales - Jorge Antonio Guerrero (he def looks too old but otherwise fits well enough)

Jaime Rocío Rosales - Jacobo Cuesta

Manuel Villalobos - Zak Henri

Zara Dearborn - Iris Law (yes the eye colour is off but look at her she’s got just the right energy)

The Unseelie King - Rogier Bosschaart

Prince Adaon - Davidson Obennebo

Divya Joshi - (Young) Shriya Saran

Rayan Madabuchi - Ronald Epps

Anush Joshi - (Young) Jeenu Mahadevan

Ash Morgenstern - (Young) Lucky Blue Smith

Lady Nene - Pauline Darley

Horace Dearborn - Woody Harrelson

If you’re wondering where Malcom, Helen and co. are: they’ll be in extra posts with all the characters who are kind of all over the place. As for Johnny Rook, I just didn’t have the patience anymore…

Bonus gifs: Cristina looking pretty + laughing about something Emma said off camera while they’re being girlies together having a photoshoot

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itsdappleagain · 1 year

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being late for cs weekly is just gonna be my thing now, yeah? im just fashionably late always <3

anyways, its time for: the duke of vermeer caper!

aka the zack messes up and has to cover his ass caper lol. just kidding- he does a pretty damn good job. i also love seeing chase and julia acclimate to acme in this ep! ONTO THE NOTES!

going to talk about the intro being soo hot forever

pls they try so hard to pretend for a minute that the duchess isn't carmen. her first moment onscreen plays carmen's theme song

i like how it goes from our usual personal camera angles to the security cam footage!

it is carmen sandiego, actually

"we had no record of her existence until she showed up here. but we do know what she's called somehow"

fuck you devineaux i love learning about vermeer. good on chief for throwing chase under the bus

i always think of julia as veyr bookish, but she's extremely tech savvy. she's on a tablet or a phone pretty much the entire first episode, she nails acme tech immediately...

blue is totally ur color girl you can rock anything girl

love how they just have that painting out. no protection, bare fingies all over it. carmen "all history is a treasure" sandiego, yet again

it totally is ivy you could rock blonde i think

carmen "here's what we know but i'll explain it to everyone again for the audience's benefit" sandiego

love mime bomb breaking the 4th wall jhgdsajgsh he would

you can compare girl with a pearl earring here to the real one i used for my header. considering they had to animate the paintings, i'd say its a job well done translating them to cs style! maybe somewhat less vibrant, but again- style.

Fun fact: the Dogs Playing Poker wikipedia page mentioned CS

and also calls cleo a princess

player's so proud of his terrible light pun i love him

what a fucking crime that zack deprived us of a high-stakes undercover episode with one of the faculty and a hoarde of dangerous operatives all while carmen was dressed like THIS

quality is terrible sorry but you know. actually what a crime

i love the terror on everyone's faces when everything immediately goes to shit

the thought process zack went through to think that he called, they made and delivered the food within five fucking minutes,,

EVERYONE HIDING IS SO FUNNY TO ME poor ivy has to go back in the closet </3

dash haber is fucking stupid (affectionate)

CARMEN POPPING UP FROM BEHIND THE BAR AND JUST STARING AT HIM IS SO FUNNY SHE'S LIKE Z A C K i also like how zack immediately goes "UH GOTTA THINK OF A COVER UH WE'RE MARRIED" the thought process was just. good job

zack's facial expressions in this episode are so good honestly

i also love how zack went "yeah im from boston" and immediately covered up his boston accent he's so silly

poor carmen wheeze

she went "NO DONT LET HIM DO THAT" and zack threatened murder

imagine only have 33 of vermeer's paintings and not 34 what a loser

the tiny eye flutter dash does when he hangs up is so funny pls

HIS GRIN BEFORE IVY WHACKS HIM WITH THE WIG IS SO

carmen is so chill about what just happened khzghsdgh

idk thought it was interesting i never knew what that was

player what do you think the not so good news is. really and honestly what do you think

the grimace on carmen's face progressively getting deeper as zack fails to not be bostonian is so funny shes just like. eugh

also what did moving his chin possibly help to accomplish

they did zack so dirty with that monkey suit joke shdfjsagsh

carmen is REALLY calling on her cleo childhood for this one. also. poor zack actually

the obsession with making him eat fish please just let him tell them he's allergic

CARMEN IS SO FUCKING HARSH WITH HIM IM SORRY she's like "cleo's going to fucking feed you to her dogs" and then zack works overnight to make this happen and when he comes out all ready she's just like 👁️👄👁️ showtime

its literally 7am i feel so bad for him

"park the fork in my mouth" plays in my head constantly i dont even know why

LOOK AT HIM HE DID SUCH A GOOD JOB THE GRIN WITH THE EYEBROWS AND EVERYTHING. NICE JOB ZACK

they didnt go over zack not wearing a tracker before or

pls neither of the girls can drive

girl i know it is impossible to look behind you with the side mirrors in the passenger seat nuh uh no way in hell did she even see devineaux well enough to turn it. also you just took away one of ivy's mirrors nice job carmen

shes so

DIDNT I DO IT FOR YOU...

i wonder, considering carmen's other aliases, what carmen and the crew registered as. did julia see "rogue scarletina" and go hmm might be the duchess

poor julia this season wheeze

"old admirer" youve known about him for one singular week

a "klick" is apparently a kilometer. who knew. its also apparently a military term.

LITERALLY POOR IVY carmen is not treating her crew well this time around

"ahh a drawbridge" WHAT. OTHER KIND OF BRIDGE CAN YOU HACK INTO you wouldn't download a bridge

ivy has some good expressions too actually

i laugh every time at how outraged chase gets between the second and third slo-mo shot of him turning around in the car

THEY LOOK SO SHOCKED HHAHAHA

ARE YOU?? UNDERWATER??

the direction you wish to eject is so funny to me. ejecting out the bottom <3

i love how theyre just standing there like "hmmmmm is devineaux drowning??"

oh my god ivy's driving stick i would be terrified too

i would kill someone to have heard haber say "the hostess with the mostest" pls also he looks so sad about being cut off

okay so.. zack actually can speak italian and i totally forgot about that. he says "good evening, my beautiful countess" which. everyone probably knew already

he's just vomiting back up what carmen said in the hotel jhdgsgsh

the dogs ARE so cute

DASH IN THE BG OFFENDEDLY LOOKING OVER ZACKS SHOULDER AS THEY WALK AWAY

i love dash he's such a rightfully petty bitch about everything

HI LADY DOKUSO AND COUNTERFEITER FROM S3

the cleaners do everything

PLS IVY KNEELING IN THE HALLWAY TO GET THAT VERY CARTOONY SHOT OF THEM POKING OUT FROM BEHIND THE WALL

not the three digit code for the room containing 34 vermeers

have i mentioned that they FLY through this dinner party because holy shit

OKAY NOW IVY WEARS GLOVES WHERE THE HELL WERE THOSE WHEN THEY WERE HANDLING THEM BEFORE

or i wonder if its because zack and ivy are registered citizens and if their fingerprints were found on the vermeers they would be put on wanted lists??

why ivy isn't three centimeters away from the stand with the replacement i will never understand

zack you're literally on the edge of the table you have the easiest water glass to remember

that naughty comment 😭

pls that very polite chuckling around the table

love that they switch from ivy putting the fakes down to carmen doing it. makes. more sense

YEAH OKAY IF THEYRE DOING ONE SWAP A MINUTE THE DINNER PARTY BLOWS THROUGH EVERY COURSE IN LIKE 20 MINUTES OR LESS

also the shape of the vermeer room changes??

cleo glares at her champagne thats so funny

JUST. I KNOW EVERYONE IN THE FANDOM HAS SAID IT BUT JUST SAY YOURE ALLERGIC

they were so wrong for that closeup of dash's lips

ooomg so suspiscious...someone has a different taste than urs??? what the fuck augh

dash is saying the word puke but im staring at his eye makeup its so good. look at that eyeliner and mascara

cleo the worst hostess ever doesn't tell her guest to stop when he looks like he's about to vomit

THE CRIMINAL IN YOUR MIDST LINE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM CRYING THE DEADPAN STARES

the meat cleaver contrasted with the rolling pin

ZACK AIMED RIGHT AT DASH'S FACE SJKFDSSGH

something about how silent that button was is so satisfying

acme has blue gas, vile has green gas, damn carmen needs something

also love how they had the masks at the ready. nice. i wonder what it would have done. knock out or more sinister?

WAIT I NEVER NOTICED DEVINEAUX SKIDDING ON THE ICE AS HE RUNS OUT HAHAHA

yes i believe the phrase is actually implying that two MUST dance that tango

duke of vermeer bad ending: chase gets mauled by dogs <3

love how chase went: hm yes. the woman who just stole 34 paintings is probably on that snowmobile, which has no cargo

lmaoo the calling card

scarlet ski demon

IVY IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IN THIS BIT IM SO IN LOVE WITH HER SHGJHSGHSGDK

RED BRINGS OUT MY EYES AND COATS ARE WARM

at least she sort of offhandedly told him he nailed the role but thats literally the only praise he gets this episode

THE SHOT JUMPING TO THE CHATEAU BEING BURNT TO THE GROUND IS SOOO FUCKING COOL

chief is so disappointed wheeze

i wonder if this case is especially aggravating to chief, considering the last time she watched a vile member's property go up in flames was dexter's house

carmen's already gotten around the world with those puppies

i thought the public wasn't supposed to know that vermeers were even gone hgdashgdsgh

i would have killed for a s4 moment where julia was like "ah your allies! a pleasure to meet you! is the duchess still among you" and everyone just kind of is like. whos gonna tell her

transition sentence <3

this is set up so much like a weekly release show its hard to believe its a netflix exclusive. that cliffhanger with grey is such a week-to-theorize thing

SHADES OF GREY. LIKE. GRAY. GRAY HAM CRACKER?

GET IT

anyways aur naur its crackle

okay yeah. solid episode, not my favorite, some shining moments just like i started with. sweet! sorry its so late anddddd see you next week for the opera in the crikeycore caper

#carmen sandiego #cs weekly #csweekly

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shinygoku · 12 days

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Help! (1965)

It’s May Day, and a Mayday is a cry for Help!

Released shortly after the film of the same name [I gotta find better quality footage of it lmao], this album has only 2 covers and may have the most iconic songs featured since A Hard Day's Night. Does the whole selection hold up or could it have done with a bit more ....NUJV?!

That's right, in Flag Semaphore they aren't spelling HELP, but NUJV, which naturally I only know from reading about The Band haha. Done that way for more pizzaz, don'cha know. A very minimalist cover, I like it more than With The Beatles but I wonder why they tinted their black garb to be blue?

SIDE ONE

Help!: While they've dabbled in "Depression song set to upbeat music" before, I think this is their most iconic of that genre. I also think it's well known – at least among Beatlemanics, that it's a lot less ironic. John wrote this one quickly and in doing so put a lot of himself in there. With that knowledge, I feel a little more guilty going "Haha #mood", as I think it's safe to say the average listener has fewer Problems than John did, not least the lack of being on a microscope slide as The Beatles were... but it IS still a relatable number that's a fun song, too! For an anxiety number it makes a great opening, which is odd to say, but here we are. Splendid backing vocals and drums with occasional moments of very audible guitar also lift it above similar vibe'd numbers.

The Night Before: I love this one, and the depiction of the Stonehenge scene with interesting camera angles from the movie is forever married to the music in my mind! I think it says something that I'm much more into the "Hey Girl don't be mean to me" style than I was on past albums, maybe it's related to the dude being on the receiving end of someone leaving in the morning this time having it feel fresher? idk. Groovy instruments drive it very nicely and the harmonies add dimension to the mournful vibes in counter to the almost rock 'n' roll flavour, methinks.

You've Got to Hide your Love Away: I'm not as keen on this one myself... again, the sequence in the Film comes clearly to mind for this, but in that they were like, slouching in the communal house and that matches the sluggish energy. This feels like it shoulda been on the previous album with the slower tempo and grumpy lyrics. But all that said, it's still very solid and well performed, and again I know people connect to the exasperated words. Also hi, Tambourine! "Two foot small" is the standout line to me, and I think there could be allegory for non-heterosexual relationships in here, but a lot of the song is murky and mumbly. Maybe on purpose, it sure adds to the Mood, but it again makes me less energised.

I Need You: This was also in the film, but it wasn't as distinct a cinematography sponge. I think it shared the Stonehenge scene but The Night Before overshadowed it somewhat lol. Sorry, George! ^^;; – I guess it's down to this being much more mild and downbeat, even though the themes on paper are pretty damn similar. I'm not into the stated thesis of trying to guilt a relationship back on, which is a common pop song template. The bridges[?] are really lovely though, the stringing and bongos make a dope backing track with more "aaahhh-hhhh" type harmonies.

Another Girl: Ahh yes, in the film the Beatles were in the Bahamas and miming this song, like Paul playing the Bikini Wearing Girl - Anyway this is kinda another "Nyah nyah sucks to be you, I've UPGRADED with New Girl" that was common in AHDN and BFS, but I'm feeling more generous this time, maybe as it's got a jaunty tempo and more cheerful energy, even with spite lacing it lol. The short guitar solos add a certain je ne sais quoi.

You're Gonna Lose That Girl: Ok, first of all the whiplash from the previous title to this is soooo funny. I've also seen comparison to She Loves You, that this one offers a Quiet Part Said Loud; You've upset your Girl and you can either make nice with her pronto, or I'm gonna shoot my shot and be a better BF at that lmao. Either way, it's pretty refreshing to hear this kind of counterpoint to the hypothetical situations in other songs, this one isn't bragging or pleading but Stating that Improvement is needed, Dude. Albeit still with a smidge of arrogance to assume the girl will so easily fall into the POV's arms hahaa. Still, any nod to Girls Having Agency is groovy, like the instruments (includes Bongos this time!) and oooohhh man the smoke and colour filled Studio in the film.... you're making Smoking look too cool!! Aaaaaa! (It’s my 2nd Fave Music Vid sequence in the whole movie~)

Ticket to Ride: Did someone ask for another mopey song? I didn't, but I'm not complaining. The instrumental opening and strumming that continues until the sudden build up in the Bridge(?) makes this really fun to listen to! I forget if this is the one that may be about a prostitute or not, but it could explain the Girl's nonchalance about heading off lol, but it could be another sign of a slow to dawn realisation that 'Oh yeah, Girls do things off their own bat sometimes too....' which seems to be a theme in this album so far. Also seen a hypothesis /Paul allegedly claimed that the Ticket is to Ryde in the Isle of Wight, but as ya can see it's spelled different, so that may be a Reach. ALSO!! The Alps Music Vid from the film set to this music is my absolute fave part of the movie, even though the Bugs mucking about in the snow has no relevance to the song, it's just sooo pretty and a joy to watch while cool music plays~ And it has a fun coda, too!

SIDE TWO

Act Naturally: WOOOOOOOOO!!! YEAH, BAYBEE!! This may be my absolute favourite Cover the boys have performed, it's utterly perfect for Ringo and the bouncy energy really make this one I go out of my way to listen to. In keeping with the album's theme, it's up-tempo and has lyrics about how dang miserable the POV looks that he's the obvious pick for a particularly depressed role in a film! Uh... yay? (Pushes Depressing Ringo Lore away for this.) Seeing how Ringo seems to still do performances of this in more modern times, I think he's really fond of it, too~ And it is eerie how close this song is to Ringo's role in AHDN [Film] and Help! [Film] where he's the poor little Meow Meow undergoing the Horrors, and doing a pretty great act when not completely baked (and tbh, in Help! I think their High-ness enhances a daft plot rather than dragging it down). Also Paul's backing vocals in the chorus are very nice lol

It's Only Love: I don't recall hearing this one before. Maybe as it's not as good? lol. John's words are a bit tricky to parse out from the energetically strumming guitar. Again I'm keen on the music but the main Theme is "Girl you're difficult or something girl. Ow my feelings" and I'm not sure if it's meant to be a good or bad thing in this song's narrative. idk, mebbe this song would grow on me if I heard it more, but I'm not inclined to put it on the Underrated Gem shelf with IHJTDWY from AHDN or an upcoming song from Revolver...

You Like Me Too Much: George's 2nd whack at a song on the album! And I don't think I've heard this before either. And I'm not sure I'll remember this one later today lmao. I like the piano opening. Seems to be about a less-than-healthy relationship where the Girl is incapable of staying away... but has POV done anything to cause this? It seems like they threaten to get the girl even if she did leave successfully, so, assuming I didn't get the wrong end of the stick (which is possible as the sound balance is a bit murky on the mono uploads) then yeah, another L here. Geoooorge!! You can and will do better, but this ain't it!

Tell Me What You See: Not heard this one before lol. It seems less Creepy and more optimistic than most'a these less-than-memorable numbers, but it's not doing much for me, so yet again I will warmly comment on the Instrument work, a very consistent strength (which may be getting stronger and stronger, but it's less clear in this exact song lmao). The humming at the end wasn't very good though.

I've Just Seen A Face: Ohh! It's much faster tempo'd than expected! This shock to the system gets me liking it more than expected lmao. Somehow it seems more modern in this way (when I refer to Modern music, that's not actually a compliment most times fyi), but I dig it. Woooow that guitar is being strummed and a half!

Yesterday: Ahh yes. This song is quite load bearing indeed. Hearing the melody in a dream. Scrambled Eggs. The string quartet. Paul's work without any significant contributions from the others but released as Lennon/McCartney anyway as these days were so early and something like this hadn't been done yet. Potentially a first crack between that pair, it's later cited in John's Diss Song after the divorce... But I'm not planning to delve into conjecture, and other than my own fruit loop takes I don't wanna get too deep into rabbitholes here. It's easy to be mislead on Beatle Theory, tediously! But it's a beautiful, heart tugging song and it's no surprize that it's become the most covered of 'em all. So sad, mournful and regretful, yet compelling and easy to find yourself murmuring as you go about your day.

While I don't rate any covers over the original [listen to it on the '23 Red Album ver!!], I do get a kick outta an instrumental cover with Japanese Instruments (in part cause of my Weeb Leanings, but it's SOOOO JRPG End Credits material too lmao)

Dizzy Miss Lizzy: And we close the album with one more cover! ........Yeah, a bit of a damp squib to end on lmao. Anything is gonna be a Coughing Baby after the Hydrogen Bomb that is Yesterday, but it doesn't even seem to have many lyrics to speak of! Feels very much like Live Performance Filler when they need to space the Good Stuff out and have a bit of a break hsdjhjgdfhdf

CONCLUSION

Best 3: Help!, You're Gonna Lose That Girl, Yesterday

Blurst 3: It's Only Love, You Like Me Too Much, Tell Me What You See

I've had a hard time picking only 3 to put in the Best Category before, but this time it's even trickier as there's more Noticeably Strong Songs and Act Naturally is such a charming cover I wanted to cram more in! (something something The Economy Class Beatles getting just pushed out of my own spotlight on AHDN/Help!, oh woe is me as I love their songs!) That's good!! But again the Off Vibes for some'a these, especially on Side 2 again, make that easy to fill too. Still, this is an overall advancement over the previous 4 Albums, so I'd say overall Help! is Promising. But we aren't quite at the stage where they cement their position as the greatest Band of all time, but I think it's soon, VERY soon indeed...

🪲🪲🪲🪲

Once more I do wanna get into the Sillay Time that is their Movies, but I'm focusing on the Albums first and will do a reccy for missed Notable Songs and other media if I can get my paws on 'em ¬w¬;; - But what'll come next is exciting and not quite what is on the underside of shoes by spelling differences. That's right, Rubber Soul!

#The Beatles #Help! (1965)#Help! (Album)#The Beatles Help!#CutCat listens to Bug Music #Music Review #How many variations of the title should I put lmao #Not the beloved Stoner Film but a very tight Album #My music term knowledge is still pretty bad and the chorus and bridge differences blur in my head ^^;;

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Continuing my series of posts about androids in movies

This time I'm watching Android (1982). Thank you @robotrightsactivist for recommendation.

This movie can be easily found on YouTube

Link here

Below are just my thoughts as I watch it in real time, not much analysis here, just pure reaction

The movie just started and our android guy Max is already watching some educational porn, then lying about it to his master (dr Daniel).

Perhaps dorky way of walking is one of those things people often associate with androids, it's not the first time I see it.

It's only 12'th minute and Max is already acting like a creep towards the first woman he just met (Maggie). So far it's hard to imagine Maggie falling for this.

So this gang of three people (one of which is this woman Maggie) decided to crush on Max's and dr Daniel's space ship, as Max basically saved them from dying on their own, and they act so damn entitled. Like why are they so mean to someone who just saved their asses? :(

Maggie and this other dude from the gang are in some toxic as hell relationships. I guess there's not much to choose from in outer space, but uh...

OH, once again, this thing when android is able to flawlessly imitate someone else's voice!!

Our dude is mentally just a kid. Or at least, it's more comfortable to think about him as a kid rather than horny freak.

I'll be honest, without subtitles with this quality of sound it's pretty difficult at times to understand the hell are they saying.

The master wasn't pleased to know Max let some random 3 people get on the ship

I feel sorry for Maggie. She's surrounded only by men, and all of them are fucking freaks, including now dr Daniel.

Like is this some kind of a timeline when women are so rare to meet or why is everyone acting so weird?

Oh, 1 of 3 of them recognised Max as an android.

dr Daniel is a fucking creep who secretly watches woman changing. Gross.

So far Maggie and this other dude(who's not her toxic bf, the other one) are the only two I sympathize with.

I can't get over the fact how those 3 are screaming at the top of their lungs about their plans to kill the two owners of the ship and blow off the place. If there are cameras everywhere, why isn't dr Daniel listening to them at THOSE moments instead of just stalking at how Maggie changes?

Off, sorry Max, you're obsolete, only half an hour into the film ;^(

*Emotional shock*

Damn, our man Max just learned to be passive aggressive:

dr. Daniel: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Max: "Maybe you did a miscalculation in my circuit, sir"

I hope they'll kill dr Daniel after all, the man is nasty

I respect Maggie for staying this calm after hearing the kind of bullshit dr Daniel had in his mind, I'd slap the man, no I'd PUNCH him.

Max, wtf, dude just blew up some space police ship

I think our gal Maggie has a fetish.

Man, this definition of what "date" is is not only homophobic, but just factually wrong.

This scene tho:

Maggie (about female android): it's warm..

Max: her temperature is regulated in much the same way as yours.

Maggie: But...sh- it isn't...

Max: alive?

Max: Yes, she is alive. As you are. Or I am...

Oh, apparently she didn't know Max's an android. Fuck, my bad, apparently she was attracted to just awkwardly goofy dude.

Keller is the only character in this movie who isn't a creep nor an asshole, it seems.

What we do for love is beyond good and evil.

Love the quote ^^

Yes, Kassandra, tell him. Teach mf the meaning of the word "consent"

Rooting for her to kill the old fuck.

Okay, let Max kill him instead, that's also fine

OH, OH SHIT!

I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT

Damn, this final twist made it all worth it.

I wonder if dr Daniel did the same thing Max did at the end, and there was someone else before him as well. I wonder if he deleted that from his memory.

Shit, I didn't expect this ending. I thought that the idea of androids fighting for their rights wasn't really seen as something that could be the right thing in the 80's, I kinda assumed it was always portrayed as this morally grey area with mostly being viewed as something threatening and requiring elimination, but here it's pretty unambiguously good ending (although with some remarks, like Maggie).

If you want to suggest me next move to watch about androids, go ahead.

#movies about androids #androids #80's movies #Android 1982

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frizz22 · 1 year

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The Wooing of Melissa Schemmenti Ch. 5 Quality Time

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NOTE: sorry for the delay. I was sick for a week, then on vacation. Hope you enjoy! I plan to have this finished by next week (hopefully)! 🥰

This was her second favorite, Barbara decided, not so discreetly watching the other woman out of the corner of her eye.

Time outside of school, time alone, time away from that damn camera crew.

No, she would never take time alone with Melissa for granted.

Which was how, earlier that day, Barbara found herself packing up her bag as the last of her students filed from the room with a frown and mentally chiding her young, naive self for thinking that teaching kindergartners would mean less grading.

Slinging the bag onto her shoulder, Barbara had looked up to see Melissa similarly burdened.

“Pizza, beer, and grading at mine?” She offered, knowing the unpleasant task of grading would be infinitely better with Melissa there; as everything was.

Nose scrunching, Melissa adjusted the bag in her shoulder. “Leftover ziti, wine, and grading at mine?” She countered, leaning against the door frame.

Brightening at the thought of Melissa’s home cooking, Barbara immediately agreed.

So, now, now they were settled on Melissa’s couch after dinner, a dinner that probably went on longer than it should—given their plans to grade after—but Barbara wasn’t going to complain. And maybe it wasn’t the perfect kind of quality time, since they were still technically working, but it was still time together.

A small, confused noise sounding next to Barbara about twenty minutes into their grading broke into her thoughts and she glanced at the woman curled on the couch next to her.

“What do you think this word is?” Melissa asked, having noticed Barbara’s attention and shifting the papers in her lap so Barbara could see the one on top.

Peering over the top of her glasses, Barbara frowned. “Oh my.”

A low chuckle rumbling through her, Melissa shook her head. “Right?”

Barbara reached for the paper so she could look at it more closely. “Are those even letters?”

Grin curling mischievously, Melissa arched a brow. “Well, you had the kid first, weren’t you supposed teach them to write?”

Fighting a smile, Barbara cocked her head at the woman. “Excuse you?”

Mouth pursing in a ‘you know what I said’ way, Melissa dropped her eyes to the paper again and tilted it, as if an angle would help make the letters clearer. “I think it says monkey.” She redirected.

Her face screwing up in disagreement, Barbara leaned in closer to Melissa to see better. “No!” She drew out, “monkey, really?”

“If they spelled with without the ‘e’, added another hump to the ‘m’., and the ‘n’ and the ‘k’ kinda morphed into a single letter…. It’s a possibility?” Melissa tried, voice pitching up uncertainly as she squinted.

An indelicate snort emanating from her, Barbara shook her head. “You’re reaching. Or maybe it’s just those eyes of yours going a bit more.”

Melissa made a face at her and playfully slapped Barbara’s thigh, then, then left her hand splayed there afterwards as she turned back to her grading.

Her chest constricting a bit at the action, Barbara did her best to look outwardly unaffected beyond a small smile she couldn’t possibly contain. While Melissa had become more and more comfortable with her, with them, as time passed and Barbara continued her efforts, she didn’t want to scare her off by calling attention to anything.

Frowning at her phone, Barbara shifted to show it to Melissa as they drank coffee before work as usual. “You ever heard of this show?” She asked, hopeful the redhead would say yes.

Hand coming up to hold the phone steady, Melissa’s covered Barbara’s. “Oh, yeah!” Her face brightened. “It’s really good, the plot twists, the character development… doesn’t hurt it also has a little hubba hubba in it, if you know what I mean.” Her eyebrows waggled as her fingers barely stroked along the back of Barbara’s hand.

Her own eyebrows arching, Barbara shook her head and tried to focus on the conversation and not Melissa’s touch and comments. “Taylor loves it. Keeps talking about it especially with a new season coming out. I, I want to watch it so I can talk to her about it, but I got rather lost in the first two episodes.” She admitted, frustrated with herself. “Any chance I can pick your brain about the episodes before trying to talk to Taylor?”

“I can do you one better, I’ve been wanting to rewatch before the new season releases. How about I come over to yours and give you a play by play of what’s going on?” Melissa offered, finally letting go of Barbara’s hand and phone. “That way you don’t sound like a big ol’ garbanzo when you talk to Taylor.”

She rolled her eyes at how Melissa continued to insist on calling her a garbanzo after Barbara’s failure to use Sicilian slang; but smiled broadly as well. “I would greatly appreciate that, Melissa, thank you!” And Barbara was proud of how well she managed to hide how the offer made her glow inside… she never would have asked Melissa to do a complete rewatch with her, not wanting to annoy the woman with her questions, but the opportunity for more time together, especially at Melissa’s suggestion made her giddy.

Before they could determine any other details, though, Janine and Jacob walked into the break room and with a single glance, the two of them quickly changed the topic. While they’d grown fond of the younger teachers, that didn’t mean they wanted to give them a chance to potentially invite themselves to the watch party.

They weren’t able to watch the show until several nights later, to Barbara’s slight disappointment, but that didn’t matter now, as she and Melissa settled comfortably onto the couch, a pad of paper in her lap so she could write down all of Melissa’s comments and hints.

And Heaven bless the endlessly patient woman next to her, who sweetly paused the show for each and every one of Barbara’s questions and answered them with detail and enthusiasm.

Not once did she suggest Barbara just watch to find out. Not once did she seem annoyed by the constant stops and starts; and there were many.

With Melissa’s lovely insights and explanations, Barbara was following the show much more easily. Though it was a bit hard to focus on Melissa’s words and not the lovely mouth forming them a time or two.

And it was especially hard to focus when, after an episode, Melissa got up for a bathroom break and when she returned, she sat down right next to Barbara, their legs connecting from hip to knee.

Leaning in to peer at Barbara’s notes, her weight pressing softly into Barbara’s side, Melissa pointed to a few spots. “This is actually spelled with an ‘ae’,” she gently corrected.

Barbara hummed in thanks and made the corrections before bringing her eyes up to meet Melissa��s, a bit surprised by how very little space there was between them. Her breath catching, Barbara wet her lips.

Eyes flicking down to watch the movement, Melissa cleared her throat. “Taylor is going to be so excited you did this for her.” She murmured, looking at Barbara so tenderly it made her ache all over.

Yes, for Taylor.

That, that was the original intent behind this, wasn’t it? Unable to look away from Melissa, Barbara managed a slightly rough, “another episode?”

A grimace tugging her lips, Melissa shook her head. “Sorry hon, it’s late and some of us need beauty sleep on school nights. Can’t all be goddesses like you.” She winked and stood, arms stretching above her head, a strip of skin flashing above her jeans as she did and Barbara barely resisted the urge to reach out and trace her fingers along that strip before pulling Melissa back to the couch… despite Melissa’s recent increase in comfort with her and physical touch, she figured that would be too forward.

“Takes a goddess to know one.” She quipped back instead, eyes still tracing Melissa’s movements.

Melissa barked out a laugh as she slipped her feet back into her heeled boots. “Touché”

Standing as well, Barbara walked Melissa to the door. “Night sweetheart, text me when you get home?” She asked as she opened the door and leaned against it as Melissa fished for her keys.

“Of course.” Melissa smiled softly as she finally pulled her keys from the depths of the bag. “Night, babe,” she murmured, leaning in, one hand on Barbara’s hip as she pecked a goodbye kiss to Barbara’s lips. Pivoting, Melissa took two steps before freezing and slowly turning to face Barbara who was still in the same spot

They both blinked at one another in surprise.

It’d been so instinctual, the goodnight kiss in place of the anticipated hug.

Goofy smiles spreading on both their faces, Barbara broke the silence first. “Night, Melissa.” She breathed, though she desperately wanted to pull Melissa back in, to kiss her properly.

From the look on Melissa’s face, she wouldn’t have been opposed, but Barbara wanted Melissa to instigate physical intimacy at that level once she was ready, was convinced. They were getting so close, Barbara knew, this kiss evidenced that, but it wasn’t time, not yet.

Seeming to think the same, Melissa just shook her head at herself with a quiet, ‘night, Barb,’ as she walked out to her car, her fingers unconsciously coming up to touching her lips as she went.

Barbara touched hers as well, stomach dancing and mind replaying Melissa calling her 'babe' over and over as she readied for bed.

Borrowing Melissa’s good mood dance, Barbara sashayed into the break room the next morning and beamed at the redhead.

Eyebrows shooting up, Melissa smiled back at her, even if it was a bit confused. “Oho, good morning, is it?” She asked as Barbara settled next to her.

“Very.” Barbara replied, shimmying her shoulders as she sat. “I texted Taylor about that show, and we had the most marvelous conversation. She hasn’t been this engaged with me in what feels like ages.”

Melissa’s face softened as her smile grew. “Barbara, that’s so wonderful.” She murmured, hand coming to rest on Barbara’s forearm.

Her hand coming up automatically to cover Melissa’s, Barbara leaned in a little. “And it’s all because of you. Oh, Taylor was so impressed with you. I almost gave her your number so the two of you could ‘geek out’” she air quoted the phrase, “but I was selfish and wanted to keep the attention to myself.” She affected a grimace, but her smile was still firmly in place.

It was a good morning indeed.

Taken aback, Melissa blinked and sat up straighter. “You said I made those comments? That we were watching together?”

Patting Melissa’s hand, Barbara nodded. “Of course, I couldn’t take the credit for your clever insights. And besides, Taylor said it was about time someone with sense had control over the remote.” Barbara chuckled and shook her head; she would never be ‘hip’ in her daughter’s eyes.

A noncommittal sound emanated from Melissa as she pulled her hand back. And though Barbara couldn’t be certain, she thought Melissa glanced toward the camera crew in the corner before she changed the topic.

Melissa found Barbara in her room at the end of the day as she was digging through her purse for her keys. A smile stretching her lips, Barbara glanced up at the woman. “Want to watch another episode or two tonight? Taylor said the plot really thickens—"

“What all did you tell Taylor?” Melissa cut in, entering the room more fully and closing the door behind her, fingers twisting around themselves.

Perplexed, Barbara set her bag aside. “That you came over and we watched the show. That you had wonderful insights, and I likely wouldn’t understand it without you….” She said gently, unsure what had Melissa spooked.

Was, was she regretting the kiss last night?

Shifting from one foot to the other, Melissa bit her lip. “Anything else?” She asked, voice jumping up an octave.

Heart fluttering, Barbara slowly closed the distance between them, thinking she understood. “I’ve been hinting.” She offered, watching Melissa closely. “That we’re closer than ever, that I love your company. That I couldn’t imagine this stage of my life without you. I didn’t want to be too blunt, in case it invaded your privacy.” Carefully placing her hands in Melissa’s upper arms, Barbara cocked her head to try and catch the other woman’s eye. “I know how much you care for Taylor, and Taylor for you…. I, I wanted to make sure you were, that you hadn’t,” Barbara exhaled and tried again, rubbing her hands up and down Melissa’s arms. “I understand what I am feeling, finally.” She muttered that last word under her breath. “I understand you need time to process, and I respect that, respect you. I’ve been trying to show you, without being overbearing, how much I love you. That I’m not going anywhere. But I didn’t want to cross certain lines until we reached a point, just in case you,” Barbara swallowed hard now, “in case you changed your mind.”

A wet huff escaping her, Melissa shook her head. “I haven’t changed my mind or my heart in over a decade, Barbara, and lord knows I tried. I just,” she sniffed and wiped under her eyes to catch any potentially streaking mascara. “I just know Taylor is the dealbreaker.”

“Dealbreaker?” Barbara repeated, unsure.

Her tongue running over her teeth, Melissa gave a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “If Taylor doesn’t approve, or this creates a rift between you two… that’s it. I would never come between you and your daughter, Barbara, and I just, I wanted to know if you told her yet. Because then, then, then I could truly and fully let you go. These past months, everything you’ve done for me, all the time we’ve spent together, all, all the lo-, love you’ve shown me…. It’s been wonderful, some of the happiest months in my life, but if it stops now, because of Taylor, that’s the right thing. I,” she sniffed and looked away, “I need to know that this was all the love I get. And it’s okay,” she hurried to add, “it’s right, but I just, I need to know.”

Aching over how Melissa confessed to loving their time together but still believed they had an expiration date, Barbara let go of Melissa’s arms and marched to her desk to snatch up her phone.

“Barbara, what’re you doing?“ Melissa hedged, eyes shining.

A single finger held up, Barbara kept her eyes on the device, scrolling through until she found her daughter’s contact information.

The phone began to ring and before Barbara could even lift it fully to her ear, Melissa was next to her, snatching the phone, and hanging up. “Barbara!” Melissa exclaimed; eyes blown wide in disbelief. “What. Are. You. Doing?!” She bit out each word, panic and anger mixing in her tone.

Nonplussed, Barbara gently took Melissa’s free hand. “Picking you, Melissa. Now and for every moment to come. And don’t say it means I’ll lose Taylor, I won’t. She’s a grown woman, and a good one. While we might gripe about one another’s professions, we’ve never had a disagreement about romantic relationships.”

Tears gathering in her eyes, Melissa shook her head vehemently. “Because you’ve always been married to Gerald!” She cried harshly. “The consequences, I thought you took the time to think like I asked. But this, this is foolish, Barbara! I’m not worth—"

Throwing her whole ‘let Melissa make the first move’ philosophy out the window Barbara shut Melissa up with a kiss.

It wasn’t pretty, or exactly gentle, but it did the job. When Barbara pulled back, she rested her forehead against Melissa’s. “Stop talking about the woman I love like that.” Barbara rebuked firmly but softly, her hand coming up to cup Melissa’s cheek.

Then she deliberately took her phone back, redialed Taylor’s number, and put it on speaker

“Hey mom! Wasn’t sure if that was a butt dial or not.” Taylor greeted cheerfully.

Smiling at the sound of her daughter’s voice despite how Melissa stalked away looking tortured, Barbara swallowed. “Hi baby, no, just a slip of these old fingers. I did want to talk to you about something—"

Excitedly cutting in, Taylor plowed over the rest of Barbara’s sentence. “Oh, you must have reached the fifth episode. I told you it was insane!! What did you think—"

“Baby,” Barbara interrupted, “I’m not there yet but I will be soon. Melissa is helping me through the episodes.”

A musical laugh sounded on the line in response. “Good thing she is! How is Auntie Mel?”

Eyes finding said woman pressing herself into a corner of the room, as if by making herself smaller any pain would hurt less, Barbara pushed on; determined to make it so Melissa never felt the need to be small ever again. “That’s actually why I called. You see, honey, Melissa, she, I—"

Before Barbara could untangle her tongue, Taylor spoke once more. “Is she okay?! She isn’t sick, is she? You’ve never called about her before, what does she need? What do you need?”

Touched, Barbara sniffed and maintained eye contact with Melissa as she answered. “Oh Taylor, no, honey, she’s okay, she’s not sick. I didn’t mean,” hand to her forehead, Barbara shook her head. “I, well, I’m not sure how to go about this other than straightforward and even that’s a bit of wordplay because there’s nothing straight about this situation.” She knew she was babbling, but she was nervous. She made this call to make a point to Melissa, because she was so damn sure Taylor would love them both still, and her daughter’s immediate concern for Melissa validated that. But still, there was no going back after this.

And Barbara wasn’t sure she would survive losing Melissa if Taylor truly did refuse to accept their relationship…. Not that she’d break things off, but Melissa would.

And there would be no changing her mind.

Taylor’s voice cut thought her rambling words and dark spiraling thoughts. “Mom, you’re not making sense.”

Inhaling deeply Barbara smiled at Melissa who was crying silently in the corner, her knuckles pressed to her mouth to stifle any noises; but all Barbara could do, wanted to do, was picture their future together and, so, she jumped off that proverbial ledge. “I am actually calling for help regarding Melissa. You see, I asked her out on,” she swallowed, “on a date and now I cannot decide what to wear for the life of me. You know how fashionable Melissa is, does a hip, young woman like you have any advice?”

The silence was profound for a full minute and Barbara wondered if she got it all wrong, if she was about to lose Melissa before truly having her and then her phone chimed repeatedly with incoming texts.

“Okay,” Taylor’s voice sounded once more. “I just sent you a bunch of pictures. I know you don’t have these things exactly, but you have similar enough clothes and I think if you combine them, you’ll blow Melissa away. You can’t match her cool level, but you’ve got this vintage elegance thing going that’ll be a really awesome counterpoint especially once you start taking pictures together.”

A tear slipped down her cheek in relief and the vice on her heart vanished. “That’s, that’s lovely, baby, thank you so much.” She managed, voice thick, “do, do you have any questions for me?”

Another laugh emanated from the phone. “I mean, I’m surprised, but not? You’ve been talking about her waaay more than usual and your voice sounds different when you mention her now. It gets all soft and gooey.”

Taken aback, Barbara pursed her lips. “I don’t do gooey.” She deadpanned, and now Melissa was trying not to chuckle in the corner, though tears still streamed down her cheeks.

“Yeah, mom,” Taylor teased, “you do. I, I guess I do have a few questions.” Her tone sobered. “It sounds like this is a first date, with the outfit debacle, but when, when did this all start? I mean, we’ve known Melissa for ages, is, did, did you want to date her while married to dad? Is that why….”

Eyes squeezing shut for a moment, Barbara exhaled slowly. “Yes and no.” She grimaced. “Baby, I’m not sure what all your father told you, we did plan on talking with you together and I, well I’ve jumped the gun in my excitement. But I was too stuck in my own head to realize I had feelings for Melissa until a few months ago, until your father, actually, pointed it out to me. I couldn’t have acted on them. But also,” she exhaled again, “also this realization on both our parts is the reason we mutually ended our marriage. It wouldn’t have been fair to anyone involved for it to continue when I feel the way I do.

And as for Melissa,” her eyes found the redhead again, and love surged in her heart. “I can��t speak for her and when her feelings may have started, but she’s an amazing, honest, caring, selfless woman. She wouldn’t have done anything she thought might have hurt our family. Even now, even now after the divorce she’s more concerned about you and I than anything. I, I love her, Taylor, she’s kind, funny, stubborn, strong, brilliant and she’s makes me so unbelievably happy and we’re not even officially dating yet….” Words of affirmation poured out of her, and Melissa turned away with a choked sound.

A sniffle sounded on the other end of the phone and Taylor huffed. “Gooey.”

Ignoring the tease, Barbara wiped at her cheeks. “I, I know this is a lot, and you might not have had time to process it all, so if you have other questions at any time or just want to talk, please don’t hesitate.”

“I won’t, mom, it’s a bit to take in, but I’m happy you found more happiness. I’m,” Taylor paused, “thank you for trusting me with the whole truth, about your sexuality, about this. I know we’ve butted heads in the past, but it means so much that you told me everything.”

Heart swelling with love and pride, Barbara sniffed. “You’re a wonderful, mature young woman, Taylor. And while I may not always have treated you as such, I love you more than anything and your approval means so much.”

A wet chuckle sounded on the phone. “You don’t need my approval, mom, but if you are going to date anyone after dad, I’m glad it’s Melissa. You’ll be good for each other. Let me know how the date goes?” Her voice pitched up an octave and Barbara knew it meant her daughter was getting more emotional.

Smiling broadly, Barbara wiped her eyes. “Thank you, baby, I will, I love you so much, Taylor.”

“Love you too! And,” a sniff, “give my love to Melissa too. She’s lucky to have you.”

Her smile wobbling a bit, Barbara cleared her throat. “I think I’m the lucky one, but I will baby. Thank you, love you.” Swallowing, Barbara hung up the phone.

She took a deep inhale to steady herself and then Barbara turned to Melissa. “Told you s—"

Melissa, cheeks streaked with drying tears, closed the distance between them in seconds and crushed Barbara to her in a fierce hug. “I, I didn’t mean for you to risk—” she blurted, holding her tightly.

Returning the embrace in kind, Barbara shook her head. “I know my heart; I know my daughter. Better than I’ve known either in years, it wasn’t a risk, Melissa. I’m ready, I have been, I love you. I will do whatever I can to further prove that to you. I know you want to be sure of me, before diving in, and I understand. You have to protect your heart. But I’m hoping that, one day, it won’t need protecting from me.” Gently pulling back, Barbara tenderly cupped Melissa’s face and swiped the residual tears off with her thumbs. “I love you, Melissa.”

Emotion choking her voice, Melissa’s hands found Barbara’s hips and held tight. “I love you too.” She managed. “I’m sorry if you felt you were spinning wheels, but I’ve got all these damn walls around my heart and they’re just so fucking hard to break. I—"

Hands slipping further into Melissa’s silky hair, Barbara shook her head. “Don’t you ever apologize for taking care of yourself, Melissa Schemmenti. Don’t you ever. I’m just asking that you let me help take care of you. It’s hard to let others do that when you’re so used to being the provider, the caregiver, but I just want to help. And as for those walls,” she gently rested her forehead against Melissa’s, “I don’t want to break anything, they're there for a reason. I am more than happy to help you slowly take them apart, or I will help you build doors so when you’re ready to let those lucky select few in, it’ll be a bit easier. If that’s something you’d like.”

Melissa nodded tearily, though her forehead stayed pressed to Barbara’s. “I want to take care of you too. I don’t, I don’t want to hold my love back anymore.” Her voice cracked at the confession, and she pressed Barbara back against the desk with a kiss.

Mind melting at finally being able to kiss Melissa like she’d wanted ever since that first night of revelations and touches, Barbara clutched Melissa to her.

And if she shifted a bit to sit on the desk, her legs spreading to welcoming Melissa between them, well, Barbara could hardly be blamed; she’d imagined this exact scenario on her desk a bit too often not indulge it.

Arms wrapping around the other woman’s neck, Barbara sighed when Melissa’s tongue swiped her lower lip, asking for permission. Happily granting it, Barbara melted further as Melissa deepened the kiss and pressed closer against her, hands roaming.

They only broke once breathless. And even then, they didn’t move far, unable to part now that they crossed the final line.

Laughter and tears mixed as they caressed and held and comforted and kissed… losing track of all time.

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thedeliverygod · 1 year

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okay so I want to vent about something

you know how there are those magnifying lighted mirrors that show every little damn flaw in your face?

I feel like phone cameras are that way now and I fucking hate it.

Because on a regular basis I look at my face and I’m like !!! yeah I look pretty cute I think. Especially because I’ve been better about being regular with a skincare routine (though I just started so I’m going through a bit of the purging process--so some excess oil, dry skin and a few zits but nothing like drastically wrong with my face)

but every time I try to take a picture I’m horrified.

and a lot of the time I’m like “maybe it’s because I’m 30 and I’m actually not as young looking as I think I am”

but when I look in the mirror I LOOK FINE.

so yeah can we go back to lower quality face facing cameras?? or something. because like older pictures you can tell when I have acne still but its also not showing like every goddamn pore in my face. Now that I’m realizing this I feel so sorry for teenagers man because it’s already hard as fuck dealing with image issues without your camera trying to make you feel extra ugly. Honestly I edit my damn pictures before posting them every time now because I just feel awful about them.

edit: and to add I also don’t look terrible in video either because the quality isn’t as high as it is when taking a still so like again I’m 100% certain its a thing

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owari-no-homo · 2 years

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Owari no Seraph Drama CD: Kakuse! Kurorekishi!! (Track 2)

Link to Track 1.

Link to the audio: https://soundcloud.com/namanari/02-2a-1?in=namanari/sets/owari-no-seraph-seraph-of-the-end-drama-cd-set-2

(note: * means I am unsure of the translation for whatever reason, and *** means I have no idea what the hell they're saying and just took my best guess)

Owari no Seraph - Drama CD, Track 2: Hide It! The Dark Past!!

This is the story of young high school stars risking their lives in the competitive world of show business… continued.

Yuu: Damn it, why do we have to clean the warehouse?

Yoichi: It can’t be helped, Yuu-kun, and I think this is actually a mercy. Normally, it wouldn't be strange to get fired.

Kimizuki: I was an idiot to go along with your plan…* Just shut up and clean the warehouse, idiot.

Shinoa: Once you finish sweeping the floor, it's time to organize the backs of the shelves~

Yuu: Why aren’t you cleaning? You were in on it too!

Shinoa: Oh, no~ please don't get the wrong idea. Regarding that matter, I’m only here to oversee the actions of you three.*

Yuu: What sophism. This is so unfair. Only Shinoa gets special treatment.

Kimizuki: You’re the ringleader*, so you should work the hardest!

Yuu: What was that? You were in on it too!

Kimizuki: No! I was just tagging along with you.

Yuu: Are you trying to pin all the blame on me?!

Kimizuki: It’s your fault!

Yuu: Bullshit!

Yoichi: Now, now, you two-

Yuu & Kimizuki: SHUT UP!

Yoichi: Ehhh? This pattern again?

Yuu: Oi. Let’s settle this, right here, right now.

Kimizuki: All right, let’s see if you’ve got the guts to go up against me.

Yoichi: Hey! Stop it!

Shinoa: Yoichi-san, it’s about time you gave up on Yuu.

Yoichi: But…

Yuu: You bastard!

Kimizuki: Don’t fuck with me!

Yuu: That hurts!

Kimizuki: That’s my line.

Yoichi: That sure was something.

Shinoa: It’s always the same with them. Why don't you at least check your surroundings before fighting?

Yuu: Is there anyone who would check their surroundings before fighting?!

Kimizuki: Oi. Let’s straighten out that fallen shelf.

Yuu: Tch.

Shinoa: Please put back the scattered luggage as well. Ah! You’re back to square one of your floor sweeping.

Yoichi: Ehhh?!

Yuu: All right already! Oi, let’s straighten this up.

Kimizuki: Damn!

Yuu: Ugh, what the hell is with this pile of DVDs? It’s such a mess!

Yoichi: You’re the one who messed it up, Yuu-kun!!

Yuu: Huh? What’s this?

Yoichi: Eh- what’s the matter?

Kimizuki: What is that? It’s got your name written on it.

Shinoa: Oh~? This is a recording of your audition, isn’t it?

Yuu: Wha-

Shinoa: And there just so happens to be a DVD player right over there!

Yuu: Oi, w-wait a sec! Let go! This ain't a store!

Shinoa: What are you talking about, Yuu-san? How could we possibly go on without having witnessed this amusing- ah, I mean, this very valuable item?

Yuu: Idiot! Stop!

Shinoa: What’s this~? The disc is getting sucked into the player!

Guren: All right. Next! Enter!

Yuu: Hyakuya Yuuichirou! I'm going to take the top spot in the entertainment industry!

Guren: Your projection* is good. So, which of your qualities are you most confident in?

Yuu: Most confident in… To be honest, I’m better than everyone at everything!

Guren: One hell of a guy came in…

Yuu: You don’t have to praise me.

Guren: Pfft- seriously?

Yuu: I’ll just get right to the point!

Guren: Ooh, let’s hear it.

Yuu: If you don’t take me, you’ll regret it later.

Guren: Pfft-

Yuu: Oh, did I say something weird?*

Guren: Ah- no. Sorry, but you see that camera over there? Go to it and say what you just said.*

Yuu: Okay! Uh, is this it?

Guren: Yeah. That camera.

Yuu: If you don’t take me, you’ll regret it later.

Guren: Y-You’re amazing.

Yuu: Right? That’s why you have to recruit me to the agency right away so I can debut!

Guren: Ohhh! That’s the spirit! You pass!

Yuu: R-Really?!

Guren: Pass training school so you can move on to becoming a star.* Work hard and make your debut!

Yuu: Woohoo! I’ll debut!

Guren: What’s with that guy? His projection* is good, and that stupid straightforwardness is way too funny! Looks like a good way to kill boredom! Hahahaha!!

Yuu: Seriously?

Kimizuki: HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Yoichi: T-The way you immediately agreed-***

Yuu: Can you not laugh at me too?!

Shinoa: Albeit by chance, we got to see something amusing, hm~?

Yuu: Haha, laugh it up while you can. If my audition tape is here, there should be others, right?

Kimizuki & Yoichi: Oh.

Yuu: You guys stay away from the DVDs!! … Hoho! Found Yoichi’s name!

Yoichi: Ehh?! Wait a minute!! Ah- hey-! You’re horrible! Kimizuki-kun, let go of me! After this, he might find yours, too!

Kimizuki: We don’t know that yet. Besides, even if you watch it, it’s not like I made any embarrassing mistakes.

Yoichi: WHA-

Yuu: Well then, Shinoa, I’ll leave it to you~

Yoichi: S-Stooop!

Shinoa: Oopsie, my hand slipped!

Guren: Next!

Yoichi: S-Saotome Yoichi! I-I’ll do my best! Looking forward to working with you!!

Guren: Hmm, you’re very stiff. It’s okay to relax. Just try being yourself.

Yoichi: O-Okay! T-T-T-T-Thank you v-v-very much…!

Guren: If you’re that nervous, you’re not cut out to be a celebrity.

Yoichi: Y-Yes, that's true…

Guren: Why are you aiming for it?

Yoichi: U-Um, well, I guess it's about my desires and interests?

Guren: You guess?* Ehm, sure, sure, desires and interests.

Yoichi: E-Ever since I was little, I've always been a plain, unassuming kid... I-I admired the lively kids* around me, and thought, "Maybe if I become a celebrity, I can be dazzling like them...", stuff like that. So I auditioned for this agency!

Guren: Ah… I see. All right! You’re hired.

Yoichi: Eh? Ehhh?!

Guren: Starting tomorrow, you can start taking lessons as an apprentice in training school!

Yoichi: Ahhh! Thank you so much!!

Guren: Well, that’s it for today. Thanks for coming.

Yoichi: Y-Yes! I’ll be leaving then! Ow!

Guren: Haha, be careful.

Yoichi: Sorry! Goodbye now!

Guren: He ran into the door... what an airhead. But I guess it’ll be a good laugh if it's on TV.* Well, there's a fine line between talent and mediocrity, right?***

Yoichi: Air…head…

Yuu: I understand your feelings.

Yoichi: Somehow, I can't see how you're so frank about understanding this sadness.***

Yuu: All right! Now let’s look for Kimizuki and Shinoa’s!

Shinoa: Ah. By the way, mine isn’t there.

Yuu: Huh?

Shinoa: I was hired through connections, so there wasn’t an interview or anything like that.

Yuu: Not fair!!

Shinoa: It’s such a sin to have good lineage, right~? Such a sin to be so cute, right~?

Yuu: Ugh, then just Kimizuki’s!

Kimizuki: I already said it before, but I’m not embarrassed to be seen. Who knows, maybe I can set an example.

Shinoa: My, my! How in the world did this DVD with Kimizuki's name on it end up in my hand~?

Kimizuki: What the hell?

Yuu: What? You don’t mind being seen, right?

Kimizuki: Ha. Fine, go ahead. It’ll be nostalgic.

Yuu: In it goes.***

Guren: Oi… the next one’s scores on everything are so good it’s kind of annoying. Heh. Welcome to the club.* No, no, no, for real—it’s fine if I skip this interview, right? Shut up, I’ll do it. Ahem. Okay, next!

Kimizuki: Kimizuki Shiho. It’s nice to meet you.

Guren: Yeah. Have a seat.

Kimizuki: Yes sir. Excuse my interrupting.

Guren: Let’s see, your practical test grades are excellent.

Kimizuki: Thank you very much.

Guren: So, why did you apply to our agency?

Kimizuki: All of the performers affiliated with your company, whether it comes to acting, singing, or dancing, are top-notch entertainers. I think it's wonderful that the company provides a place for them to showcase that ability and increase their sales.* I would like to become a member of this agency through my audition.

Guren: What’s with that boring answer?

Kimizuki: Eh?

Guren: Oh. Doesn’t your younger sister model for our agency?

Kimizuki: Yes!! My little sister is amazing.*** I'm very proud of her gentle personality and ability to listen.*

Guren: A-Ah… so then, you wanted to join our agency as well?

Kimizuki: Of course. My little sister trusts people right away with generous honesty; she's too kind for the world of entertainment where people will use you for their own profit! I wanted to watch over her so she wouldn't get tricked by any strange guys.

Guren: Ooooh-

Kimizuki: So I would very much like to be hired by this agency where I can easily watch over my sister!*

Guren: Yes! That chivalrous spirit may be just what we need in this day and age!

Kimizuki: Thank you very much.

Guren: All right, you’re hired!!

Guren: Hmm. Eh? I said I wasn’t going to hire him?* Hehe. But he’ll become one of those siscon gags, won’t he~?

Kimizuki: S-…Siscon?

Yuu: You have a sister?

Yoichi: Kimizuki-kun, you’re super nice to your sister!!

Shinoa: Sibling love, huh?

Kimizuki: Kggk… Since it’s come to this, let’s find Guren’s audition tape too!

Yuu: Wasn’t Guren also hired through connections?

Shinoa: I haven’t heard anything like that.***

Kimizuki: Great!

Yuu: Found it!!

Kimizuki: So even amateurs* can be useful sometimes!

Yuu: Huh? You say something?

Yoichi: Please don’t fight right now.*

Shinoa: Moving on~

Guren: Ahem. Ichinose Guren! My specialty is taking the top spot in everything. I’m going to take the top spot of the entertainment world too, and reign supreme!!

Kimizuki: Somehow, it feels like I’m looking at someone else.

Yoichi: He acts just like Yuu-kun…

Shinoa: Is this what they call “two of a kind”?

Kimizuki & Yoichi: Ah.

Shinoa: Oh my.

Guren: You lot… taking it real easy watching DVDs, huh?

Yuu: Umm… w-we thought we’d follow our senpai’s example!!*

Guren: SHUT YOUR TRAP!!

Yoichi & others: OWWW!!!

———

Yuu: Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Irino Miyu. I'm going to take the top spot in the entertainment world!

Guren: Ichinose Guren, Nakamura Yuichi. I’m going to… watch over Irino-san- ahahaha!

Shinoa: Hiiragi Shinoa, Hayami Saori. I will watch over all of you.

Yoichi: Eh, Saotome Yoichi, Okamoto Nobuhiko- tte, ah. I’ll do my best!

Kimizuki: Kimizuki Shiho, Ishikawa Kaito. I’ll try my best to follow my senpais’ examples!

#owari no seraph #drama cd #japanese translation #seraph of the end #ons #sote #Kakuse! Kurorekishi!!#yuichiro hyakuya #guren ichinose #shinoa hiiragi #kimizuki shiho #yoichi saotome #where are mitsuba and mika and shinya cri cri #reblogs still appreciated! lel

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