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polkadotzavala · 3 years

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I don't know which blaseball team you're on so you can pick the characters but could you do 15 for the prompts?

HI!!!! im a mint!!! sorry this took like a week, i accidentally got a little carried away so heres 2k of OG mins lore (as i see it bc he minty way is that Everything Nice Is True

15: Things you said many miles apart

A collection of Interviews, taken in the weeks leading up to the Formation and Appearance of ILB Blaseball Team, The Kansas City Breath Mints. Found on VHS in a tote bag hidden in the office of Mr. M. Betmint, KCBM General Manager, digitized and filed during the Siesta by Mx. B. Monreal, Season 11 KCBM Interim General Manager.

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“SAY YOUR NAME FOR THE CAMERA.”

“My name is Whit Steakknife, do you always yell like that?” Whit Steakknife cocks his serrated knife blade of a head to the side. His hands do not move from their folded position on the table.

“THIS IS MY NORMAL MANAGER VOICE.” Calls the voice standing behind the large camera tripod.

“Okay then Mr., uh, Betmint, was it?”

“YES. I AM MAXIMUS BETMINT. I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS FOR YOU.”

“Ask away.”

“HAVE YOU EVER PLAYED BLASEBALL BEFORE?”

“A few neighborhood grabbag teams here and there, even met my second wife, Justice, playing blaseball.” He flashes his left hand, where a single rose gold band is visible.

“DO YOU PLAN ON PLAYING BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

“In the league that’s forming? Maybe, if I get an offer to.”

“IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

“Absolutely.” Whit Steakknife smiles, and the interview is over.

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The following VHS’s audio was significantly quieter than the rest and the video quality was lacking more than the others. Still regarded as adequate data. -BM

- - -

“HELLO INTERVIEWEE. PLEASE SET DOWN YOUR BAT AND STATE YOUR NAME INTO THE CAMERA.”

“So, you acknowledge that it is a bat.”

“WHY WOULD IT NOT BE?”

“Because you folks on this end of the pond do not seem to know what Clricket is.”

“YOU’RE RIGHT, I DON’T. WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME WITH YOUR NAME INTO THE CAMERA?”

“My name is Marquez Clark and I am a Clricket batter.”

“DOES THAT MEAN YOU ALSO KNOW HOW TO BE A BLASEBALL BATTER?”

“I wager I could try.”

“WOULD YOU JOIN A BLASEBALL TEAM?”

“I do not see why not.”

“FINALLY. IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

“I do not know who he is but I would assume so.” Marquez Clark picks up his Clricket bat and leaves camera view, ending the interview.

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“PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME TO THE CAMERA.”

The mime on camera does not say anything and simply hands a paper to the man behind the camera.

“GREY ALVARADO, MIME FOR HIRE.”

The mime, Grey Alvarado, nods quietly.

“IS MIME BITS ALL YOU ARE HIRED FOR?”

Grey smiles and shakes his head no. He mimes the action of using a pickaxe to mine, rocking a baby to sleep, and mixing something in a large bowl.

“HAVE YOU BEEN HIRED FOR BLASEBALL BEFORE?”

Grey nods yes and mimes tapping a blaseball bat on the batting plate and readying a swing.

“WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO PLAY BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

Grey smiles wider, as if silently laughing, and mimes hitting a pitch with his mimed bat and then shields his eyes as if looking into the sunny distance to see how far the ball flew.

“IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

Grey strikes a pose and gives the camera a thumbs up, ending the interview.

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“TELL THE CAMERA YOUR NAME PLEASE.”

“My name is Eizabeth Guerra, it's right there on the catering invoice.” Eizabeth Guerra sits in a chair, arms folded over her baker’s apron.

“YES THANK YOU FOR THE MINTY DESSERTS, THE SPEARMINT WILL BE APPEASED.”

“The spearmint will-, nevermind, I came here to bring you catered desserts, not answer an interview.”

“IS AN INTERVIEW NOT PART OF THE CATERING PROCESS?”

“Usually not, Mister Betmint.”

“DO YOU EVER CATER BLASEBALL EVENTS OR GAMES?”

“Occasionally.”

“DO YOU THINK THAT WOULD ALLOW YOU TO HAVE ENOUGH KNOWLEDGE TO PLAY BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

“What are you playing at Mr. Betmint?” She leans forward in her chair, getting closer to the camera.

“CAN’T TELL YOU.”

“Alright then.”

“DO YOU THINK THE COMMISSIONER IS DOING A GREAT JOB?”

“I’d assume so.” Eizabeth Guerra stands and tips her cap to the camera, the interview is over.

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“TELL US YOUR NAME. THE CAMERA WANTS TO KNOW.”

“Oh? You don’t know your own boyfriend’s name?”

“ARE YOU MY BOYFRIEND?”

“I might be, I might not be. I guess we’ll never know.” They laugh a little.

“YOU STILL HAVEN’T SAID YOUR NAME.”

“My name is Boyfriend Monreal, ethereal boyfriend.” Boyfriend Monreal smirks and the eyes dotting their lengthy braid of hair blink in a slow cascading pattern.

“MX. MONREAL, DO YOU KNOW WHAT BLASEBALL IS?”

“I’ve seen a few baseball players now and again, yes.”

“WITH ALL OF THE EYES OR ON A DATE?”

“Yes.”

“HAVE YOU LEARNED HOW TO PLAY THE SPLORT AT ALL THROUGH THIS?”

“Enough, and enough to know what you’re going to ask next.”

“WHICH IS?”

“Whether or not I could play Blaseball professionally, and the answer is yes, I will be.”

“DO YOU-”

“Of course he is,” Boyfriend Monreal stands and winks with nearly all their eyes, “for now.”

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The following footage, though perfectly intact on the VHS, did not translate well digitally. As such it is incomplete, and regarded as inaccurate data. -BM

- - -

“CAMERA! TELL THE CAMERA YOUR NAME” Betmint sounds a little agitated and out of breath, as if the camera had not being working correctly.

“My name is Rodriguez Internet, and I am the Internet.” Rodriguez Internet bows a little, the ASCII Strings that make up his body shifting to create the movement.

“DOES BEING THE INTERNET LET YOU KNOW EVERYTHING?”

“There is way way too much to know, so I don’t know anything.”

“DO YOU AT LEAST KNOW WHAT BLASEBALL IS?”

“It’s a splort.”

“CORRECT. CAN YOU PLAY IT?”

“I’m down to learn it, yeah.”

“DO-” The feed cuts out, the rest of Betmint’s sentence can be heard in bits an pieces, though nothing discernable enough to tell what he said. The feed returns at the end of his next question, “- A GREAT JOB?”

“Yes, of course he is.” Rodrigeuz Internet tips his imaginary hat as he stands and walks away from the camera. The tape runs for about 30 seconds on an empty room before cutting out, the interview is over.

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“THE CAMERA IS ROLLING. FEEL FREE TO SAY YOUR NAME AND MONOLOUGE AT IT.”

“Thank you for the opportunity to do so Mr. Betmint.”

“MY PLEASURE.”

“My name is Dickerson Morse, PI. Before you start yelling again sir, I am not here to investigate you.” Dickerson Morse levies the camera a steady dead stare from under the brim of his fedora.

“PHEW.”

“I am here to interview for whatever team it was you were advertising with this poorly made flyer. What are the qualifications I need?”

“WELL, DO YOU KNOW WHAT BLASEBALL IS?”

“I’ve done steak-outs at games before, back when I did larceny cases.”

“DO YOU THINK YOU COULD PLAY IT PROFESSIONALLY?”

“Technically I am a professional at everything, so, yes.”

“GREAT. FINAL QUESTION. DO YOU THINK THE COMISSIONER IS DOING A GREAT JOB?”

“Yes.” Dickerson Morse crushes something small against the table, the video feed fills with smoke and he is gone. The interview is over.

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“SAY HELLO TO THE CAMERA. TELL IT YOUR NAME.”

“Hello, I am Hewitt Best.”

“HELLO. DO YOU KNOW BLASEBALL?”

“Yes, I do.

“CAN YOU PLAY IT?”

“Yes, I can.”

“WOULD YOU PLAY IT PROFESSIONALLY?”

“Would I get union benefits?”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THOSE ARE BUT I THINK SO.”

“Then yes, I would.”

“IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

“Certainly.” Hewitt Best smiles and simply walks away from the screen, the interview is over.

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The video on this tape is nearly indecipherable sue to angelic presence; however, the audio is completely intact. Regarded as accurate data. - BM

- - -

“I THINK IT WORKS NOW. HERE’S A CAMERA, PLEASE SAY YOUR NAME TO THE CAMERA.”

“Eduardo Ingram, Seraph.” The bright spot that is the angelic form of Eduardo Ingram shines a bit brighter for a second.

“And leach ingram, lich.” The darker spot on the film that is the necrotic form of Leach Ingram flickers for a second.

“DO YOU COME AS A PAIR?”

“Well, no.” Eddie laughs.

“Can you blame a lich for wanting to spend time with her partner?”

“CONGRATS ON YOUR MARRIAGE.”

“Thank you.” The two reply in unison.

“HAVE EITHER OF YOU HEARD OF BLASEBALL?”

“I have, yes.”

“Where i can throw a ball in the direction of the plate he can hit it out of the park.”

“WOULD YOU BOTH PLAY PROFESSIONALLY IF GIVEN THE CHANCE?”

The colors of the video shift for a second, as if the two are looking at each other. “Yes.” They both reply, curtly, in unison.

“THE COMMISSIONER. IS HE DOING A GREAT JOB.”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely.”

The video flickers to pitch black before refocusing on the now empty office. Eduardo and Leach Ingram have left and their interview is over.

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“SMILE FOR THE CAMERA AND TELL IT YOUR NAME.”

“A good dentist never does his own teeth, so I'm afraid mine are a little shoddy.” He flashes a crooked smile.

“ARE YOU BOASTING DENTAL PROWESS, SIR?”

“Well, of course, all the kids say Oscar Vaughn D.D.S is the best dentist in all of Kansas City.” Oscar Vaughn sits back a little in his chair.

“DO YOU DO DENTAL WORK ON ANY BLASEBALL PLAYERS?”

“Occasionally.”

“DO YOU KNOW HOW TO PLAY BLASEBALL?”

“Oh, of course, I was quite the slugger in college.” He laughs, “Quite impressed my dear husband, too.” He smiles fondly.

“ARE YOU AT ALL INTERESTED IN PLAYING BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

“Given I dust off my old gear and my old splorts bones, I think I could manage.”

“AND IS THE COMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

“Forever and always.” Oscar Vaughn nods his head at the camera and the interview is over.

Note: The tape and digital upload of the tape both glitch and play this interview twice over instead of the one single time. No known reason as to why. Tapes are still valid information. -BM

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“TELL THE CAMERA YOUR NAME, BE ITS FRIEND.”

“Does the camera have the sentience to make friends, Mr. Betmint?”

“I DON’T KNOW. EXISTENTIALISM IS NOT MY STRONG SUIT.”

“That’s fair.”

“WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN.”

“Axel Trololol and I’m going to become a car one day.” Axel Trololol beams a bright smile directly at the camera.

“OH, DO YOU KNOW ABOUT CYBERNETICS? I NEED MORE PEOPLE WHO KNOW ABOUT CYBERNETICS.”

“I know my fair share, yes.”

“DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT BLASEBALL?”

“Quite a bit, my sibling Stu has been playing for a few years and I’ve picked some of it up.”

“WOULD YOU PLAY IT PROFESSIONALLY?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“DO YOU THINK THE COMMISSIONER IS DOING A GREAT JOB?”

“The greatest job.” Axel Trololol smiles brightly and the interview is over.

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“CAMERA IS GOING TELL IT YOUR NAME.”

“My Name Is PolkaDot Patterson.” “My name is PolkaDot Zavala”

Call two similar, yet distinct, voices from where PolkaDot Patterson and their shadow, PolkaDot Zavala, are sitting. “WAIT ARE THERE TWO OF YOU?”

“Yes And No, We Are Separate People And Separate Entities, Zavala Merely Is My Shadow. Therefore, She Is A Part Of Me But We Are Not The Same.”

“I am them, and I am me, they are only them, and they are not not me.”

“SO DO YOU DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY THE SAME?”

“Not Always, We Can Move As Separate People.”

“I take naps when they do things quite often.”

“IF ONE OF YOU LEARNED A SPLORT COULD THE OTHER ONE DO IT AS WELL?”

“Within Reason, Yes.”

“I’ll just read the textbooks over their shoulder.” Zavala giggles.

“DO EITHER OF YOU KNOW BLASEBALL?”

“A Decent Amount, I’m Not As Good At It As I Would Like To Be, But, I Will Get There.”

“I’ve sat in on a lesson or two, enough to know what’s goin’ on in a game.”

“WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY BLASEBALL PROFESSIONALLY?”

“That Would Be Much Apreiciated Practice.”

“I don’t really have anything better to do, plus it might be fun.”

“OKAY. IS THE COMMISSIONER DOING A GREAT JOB?”

“Yes, Of Course.” PolkaDot Patterson stands and gives a half bow as they turn away from the camera.

“Naturally, duh.” PolkaDot Zavala gives the other half of the bow as they follow Patterson out the door. The interview is over.

#blaseball #Shadows Friends #(thats my anon tag now)#Kansas City Breath Mints #im not gonna tage all the individual players #Long Post #Anonymous

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arcane-sync · 4 years

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Tw: venting about my therapist and the rarity of DID therapists in general

I like him, I do. He's been great, helped me with coping skills, helped me work through trauma, helped dig up some of those lost memories, been fair to every part that has shown up to therapy, adapted his approach a great deal since we started. I have made the most progress with this trauma specialist than i have with any therapist before him. Possibly combined.

He just... doesn't address parts work, and it's driving me up the wall. He is really good at helping me bridge between myself and the memories of another alter while still staying grounded. But he just... doesnt help me deal with parts. All I know about facilitating communication between alters comes from books I've read on my own (journaling is what primarily seems to work). I have not the foggiest clue how to differentiate between parts. Which I'm coming to learn is a problem, because if i dont know who is upset, i cant comfort them in a way that actually suits their needs. He has literally no interest in learning about these parts either. What little he has learned, he immediately questions why they are that way (be it gender, style, age, etc). I dont knoooow. Its not like he's taught me how to find out either. Its always "what traumatic thing caused that part to be that way" and its frankly exhausting.

And he HAS diagnosed me with DID. Its not like he's just ignoring that entirely. I think he just has a very strong "fusing down to one" approach. Which I'm personally not opposed to. Or at least getting down to just a few of us. But this feels... like an extreme approach to that. If anything, I feel like he gets frustrated when parts are relatively well differentiated with names and such. Or at least, he seems to conveniently redirect conversation when i bring up an alter by name. But if they show up to therapy themselves, he treats them well. But using we as a pronoun counts as histrionic to him. Just... mixed signals, i guess?

And I know most people would scream get a new therapist at this point, but I cant. I really cant. The next closest trauma specialist is an hour drive away. I cant do that weekly. Then people yell do telehealth. But I've done online video therapy with my current therapist, and it's a problem. It stresses me the hell out (I'm assuming cause i have a thing about phones and audio communication), so I dissociate, so the entire session is in one ear and out the other. And i usually leave feeling worse than when i started with nothing to show for it.

Im just very... tired from it. I spend so much time outside of therapy just figuring everything else out on my own. Like I know recovery is hard work, but should it feel like I'm doing half the work conpletely separate from therapy? I dont know. I dont know what to do.

#trigger warning #venting #parts work #actuallydid #therapy

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bobthebuilderhasallmyuwus · 5 years

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DBH rarepairsweek! RK1700 - Wrong Blind Date!

I wasnt quite sure what a wrong blind date was ┐('～`;)┌ , so I just gave it my best shot! (◡‿◡✿)

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Connor glances around the room once more. his eyes follow the line of tables set up in the middle of the room. Then they shimmer when he looks up at the chandeliers, and once more look with awe down at the marble floor beneath him.

“Yup”, Connor thinks. He was definitely in over his head.

He would have let out an external sigh but his lack of air filled lungs prevents him.

“I can't believe I let hank convince me to do this”, he processes.

Yes it was only 2 weeks ago that Hank walked up to him and placed a card on his desk. At first Connor was confused, but after picking up the card scanning it, he realized.

“Oh” He responded. “Hank.. You really didn't have to.”

“Nonsense!” the hefty man replied. “Android rights are finally being put in action! This is exactly the kinda thing you should do to celebrate.”

Connor shifted in his seat as he took a glance back at the card.

“Androids Welcome!” It said. “First Ever Inclusive Blind MatchMaking Event!”

He looked back up at Hank and tried to force a smile, but it must have come off as awkward as he felt it was because Hank pulled up a chair and sat down next to Connor.

“Look.” He said, “I know this isn't really your thing, and truth be told it ain’t really my thing either.” He let out a sharp breath. “But, things are different now, androids are people now, you are a person now Connor.” Connor felt his words pierce his heart. “I want you to experience the world, and do fun things, and do pretty fucking dumb things, and I just want to see you feel what it means to be alive.” Hank gave Connor a warm pat on his shoulder. “So what Im saying is, you don't have to go, not if you don't want to, but maybe consider it eh? You never know what'll happen.” And he had him, hook line and sinker, when Hank sounded so sincere about Connor’s life, Connor couldn't help but feel inspired to live.

So here he is, “living”, at a way too fancy gala for a way too minimal event. He fake sighs once more and looks at his watch. He tried to convince Hank that he didn't need a watch as he has an internal clock but Hank smoothed talked Connor, again, into wearing it. “6:55″ It reads, the event was about to start in 5 minutes. He’s surprised by the amount of people that showed up, most of them being androids but there were a few humans in the mix.

The instructions for participating in this were weirdly convoluted. What was supposed to happen is that every person here was given a name tag with a number, and eventually would be called to sit at the tables. Each table has a barrier in front of them and to the sides, So you couldn't see who you were talking to and the people next to you wouldn't intrude. You're given 5 minutes to talk to the other person and once everyone has talked to each other at least once you’d find the number you had chemistry with the most.

Connor thinks it's pointless because androids have pristine audio processing and can recognize individual subjects by their voice alone, but hey, whatever makes people happy.

“Everyone” Calls out a lady as she bangs a fork on a wine glass. The attention immediately shifts to the lady in the room. “Thank you for coming to this first ever inclusive experience, I know things are difficult with tensions between humans and androids but, we here at the Elijah Foundation want you to feel as included and equal as possible.”

Connor rolls his eyes, the speech is pushed out of an overly cheery smile, of course it has his name on it, everything chaotic does. “Please if you would sit at the respective tables, we’ll have a timer that will indicate for row A to switch to the seat to the left, and row B to the right.” Connor dreadfully heads to one of the chairs and takes a seat. He sees a microphone in front of him, assuming he’s supposed to speak into it, he tests it out. He hears his voice comes out distorted and deep, “Ah, So that's why”, He thinks. It seems they did have a measure for their auditorial machinations after all.

“Alright everyone seated?” The lady says in an overly-cheery tone once more. “Lets begin!”

Connor sits in front of the mic nervously, his hands gripping his knees. Its already been 10 seconds and the other person hasn’t said anything. He decides to go first.

“Hello, Im Number 42, how about you?”

“....41″

Hearing both his own and his partners voice so distorted is very unpleasant, he can't see how anyone could find this to be an enjoyable experience.

“Well, how's your day been 41?”

“.....Fine”

Connor can feel his impending doom.

“Ah I see, A-Anything you like to do for fun?”

“......Not much”

Connor put his hands on his head and his elbows on the table, How is he supposed to talk?! Is this even talking at all?! He had to stop giving into Hank, this is beyond torture. After 15 long seconds of silence, his partner finally spoke up.

“Why are you here?”

Connor paused, why is he there? For Hank? For living? For himself?

He replies, “Honestly? I don't know, I don't come to things like this often, well I've never been to one at all, I feel.... out of place.”

“...Me too.” Despite the distorted sound, Connor can tell his partner went a little bit softer there for a second. He’s glad to know he’s not the only one.

“So... why are you here?” He asks.

“.....Its a trivial story”

“Trivial? Trust me, Nothing you can say will get more trivial than what I'm doing right now, you can tell me.”

His partner pauses for a few seconds and then begins to respond.

“Got into a fight with a..... coworker.”

“Coworkers can be difficult, I certainly have some.. hard to work with people in my office. What did you fight about?”

“He’s the one that kept going on and on about this event. Kept shouting out how meaningless this was, and how anyone who goes here’s just looking for an android prostitute.”

“Oh geez, Im sorry to hear that. I hear a few remarks like that where I work too.”

“Anyways... his voice got annoying, so I told him to shut it. He crumpled a pamphlet and threw it at me, asked if I was thinking about a career change. So I told him I was, Unfortunately, My pride got in the way, and I vowed to come back with an android who was most definitely not a prostitute.”

“Pfftt...” Connor let out a smile.

“See? Its trivial, trivial! I should of just kept it to myself.”

“No.. No.. Its..just..so...ridiculous” Connor lets out a few giggles.

His partner stays silent. “I mean, seriously, “android prostitutes” How generic can you get?”

He hears his partner let out a few snickers of his own. “Yeah.... it is pretty generic isn't it?”

“Totally. You know what one of my coworkers told me? “Where’s Dorothy tin man.””

“Wooooooooooow” Says his partner. “Generic and unoriginal, how surprising.”

“Pfffft yeah, you drink coffee for a living I think you can step your insult game up”

His partner lets out a full laugh this time. “I once poured a tablespoon of salt in my coworkers coffee and saw him drink it completely without noticing.”

“And they say we’re the advanced ones” Connor says letting out a few more laughs.

“Yeah..well, Now I might just have to get a prostitute, I don't think ill be able to do the rest of this”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Im not a prostitute.”

All of a sudden, he hears an alarm go off. “Thats it for the first round everybody! Lets move on!” Connor hadn't notice time pass at all, he was actually enjoying himself to the point that seconds didn't feel agonizingly long.

“Thank you for talking to me” Connor says, a bit disappointed he has to move on.

“...No, Thank you 42″

His face flushes a tad as he hears his partner talk in the most gentle voice he’s used all night. He gets up and sits in the chair next to him, knowing that even if every other talk goes wrong, at least he had one good thing to recollect.

After an hour of talks ranging from really awkward to just okay, it was finally over, and everyone went off searching for the number they truly felt was the one. Connor finally let his shoulders relax, he had done it. If he was going to be honest, there wasn't anyone Connor wanted to talk to more. Although his chat with 41 was pleasant, Connor would much rather go home and spend the night petting sumo. He heads for the exit, its a large double door and as he places his hand on one knob, someone else places their hand on another.

He looks up to see

“Richard?”

“Connor?”

“What are you doing here?” They say simultaneously.

He glances at the tag on Nines’s suit.

“You’re...”

“41″ Nines responds. “And you're...”

“42″ Says Connor. They take a long gaze at each other, taking the time to process what is happening.

“So.. the coworker you were talking about-”

“Gavin” responds nines. “...... Did he really call you tin man?”

Connor lets out a smile “Did he really drink a tablespoon of salt and not notice?”

Nines smiles back.

The interrupting sound of fork on glass comes again. Connor and Nines look towards the source. “For everyone who has paired up, we have a follow up date in the other room!” They look back at each other, still not saying anything for a few seconds. “If its okay with you.... Id like to continue complaining about Gavin as long as you do?”

Connor smiles. “There isn't anything I’d rather do.” He places his hand on nines and they both walk off together.

@dbhrarepairs

#dbh #dbh connor #rk1700 #dbh rk900 #dbhrarepairsweek #my writing

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blondecarfucker · 5 years

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Creatures of the Night (Part 1)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: You're a videographer, and you get the opportunity of a lifetime as you're invited to direct and film the News of the World documentary. But you don't expect to fall for the photogenic drummer.

Fic Note: I've been thinking about this for a few months, really - ever since I was about to complete my last fic. Now that it's complete, here it is! There's only three parts to it, which I know it's short compared to my last fic, but hey, sometimes there's not as much story to tell. This is a shorter, more intense one. That being said, the chapters are gonna be longer than usual. Hope you enjoy it! I'd love to get some feedback since I haven't really explored this mature, more wild side of the band. And if it's the first time you're stumbling upon my writing, hello and welcome! I have a masterlist in my bio with a huge, long Roger fic called Bed of Roses, and a few requests and challenges - the one for the song Ocean Eyes is a personal favorite. I can't put the link here or Tumblr will make this post disappear - I'm sorry.

Chapter's notes: HELLO EVERYONE im quite proud of this story and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did. its inspired on the documentary so theres a bunch of bits and pieced from there here. not much to say now, so here it goes!!

Words: 4.7k

Warnings: mentions of sex, drug use, cursing

Part 1 - Waxing Moon

The first time you ever saw him, you knew you could never forget his face.

It was the prettiest face you've seen, alright, but that didn't seem to capture it just right - it sounded too childish, too mundane. His face was different - his skin reflected the light beautifully, like marble, little imperfections only adding to the texture, making it more interesting. You wanted to photograph him.

But he was even better being filmed, the way he'd smile when thinking about what to say, the way his messy, bleached hair bounced back the light and burnt the film made him look angelical, a halo around his head - you couldn't wait to see how it looked on the cutting room.

You were a videographer on Tiswas, a dumb gig you've only accepted cause it payed better than your last one, but it was good for your portfolio - Sally James, the host, was unbelievably beautiful, and you had almost no supervision, so you could easily film her in a more cinematic, artistic manner, something you'd never be allowed to do as a cameraman on television news - or cameraperson, as people said uncomfortably when they realized you were a woman operating the camera.

It took awhile for people on TV news to take you seriously - a tiny, young women in oversized clothing and hair pulled back in the middle of old, strong man - but you were their best videographer before you were even hired, getting the job after selling them footage from Woodstock when you were only 19. In the middle of a stoned, drunken haze, you were still cold blooded enough to film the whole festival, almost getting lost from your friends as you tried to get clear audio, doing more artistic work as you filmed during an acid trip. Your parents would kill you if they knew you took your expensive video camera to the festival, but it got you a job.

And what a job. It was you the editor in chief chose to film the signing of the Beatles Agreement, and you followed George Harrison around as he tried to find the room where all the Beatles agreed to end the band that you loved maniacally during your teenage years, trying not to shake as you filmed the reaction on the streets. You wanted to scream along all the desperate girls in their mid-twenties.

But back at Tiswas, the very short interview was cemented in your memory as one of your favorites just because of him. You knew who Roger Taylor was before you've filmed him - you saw his face on the videos for Queen, but you didn't really care for him or the band, really. You almost liked them in their Killer Queen days, just because you loved glam rock, but you felt indifferent to their opera rock - you felt like Bohemian Rhapsody was a bloated mess, and it's success only made the band go on with their overly edited stuff.

But during the lighting test, still makeup-less, a bit shy, having to promote an album alone, probably thinking about flirting with Sally - dazed and confused, photogenic and beautiful - that was the first time you really saw him, no distractions.

So when you got home, a year after the interview, to a voicemail inviting you to direct a documentary for Queen's News of the World Tour, you thought of him, his bright smile permanently marked on your film, even before you thought of the logistics of the job.

A week later, you met the only other crew member that would help you do your job - Josh Barnes, another twenty something videographer that didn't have a portfolio as impressive as yours, but did have a messy curly hair and odd clothing, so he grabbed your attention. You were informed you'd share hotel rooms during the tour.

But Josh wasn't the only one grabbing your attention then, cause that was the day you met the band and the tour crew, and you could swear the band members forgot your name as soon as you told them, Roger only spending a fraction of a second longer looking at you once you were introduced. You wondered if he remembered you.

They set up to perform one of their singles, We Are The Champions, so you can have some footage of them on studio, and you can't help but enjoy the melody, glad it was simple - you could only hope you enjoy the rest of the songs they play on tour, or else it would be a painful gig, since you'll be filming their every rehearsal and every show for the next few months.

You feel like you're being watched by some of the people higher up than you, people that definitely could still fire you on your first day, so you're quick to establish a dynamic with Josh, explaining what you intend to do that day and delegating him tasks.

But once you two go inside the recording booth, where the band is talking and waiting for you to start filming, you realize there's no room for two people to work - one of you would keep appearing on the other's footage. So you tell Josh to stay outside and clear your throat to get the attention of the band.

"Can you take your places? I'm trying to decide how I'm gonna film this", you say, and they exchange glances before getting to their places - you were sure Freddie held a laugh. You knew you were considered bossy, but hell, you always got the job done flawlessly, so be it.

"So Freddie and Roger can't move, since the drum kit and the piano are too heavy to move around quickly", you said, more to yourself them to the rest of the band. "Brian and John, can you lean on these amps?" you ask, and they do as you tell them.

"Sorry for bossing you around already. As a director, that's basically my job. But, if you pay attention, now you're all forming a triangle on the room, so I can fit you all in a well composed shot if I stay behind any of you", you explain, and Roger raises his eyebrow to Freddie, almost asking for confirmation - you heard that Freddie was more of a visual artist as well. He nodded lightly back at the drummer.

So you position yourself behind Freddie's shoulder and start a countdown, so the band understands you're recording. They start playing, and you walk along them - Freddie was looking down as he played the piano, so the lights weren't as flattering, and Brian and John were done with their bits once you focused on them, so you were quick enough to film Roger, basically doing a 360 around him.

You filmed him as you were in front of the drums, and then started to go around them. You wish you had Josh along with you so you could do some closeups - his hands twirling the drumstick on his left hand, the cigarette hanging from his lips, his profile against the black foam covering the walls. But you didn't have another videographer, so you had to do a very conscious effort to stop filming him and go back to Brian and John, now playing their instruments, while you're still dazed by his strong scent - cologne and cigarette smoke, even stronger once you were behind him, his shorter hair on your viewfinder.

You were happy to get his profile later, as they sang the vocals, and a few closeups of his long fingers twirling the sticks in the middle of closeups of John strumming his bass, contre-plongées of Brian on the guitar and shots of Freddie playing the piano against the light.

"She's very decided", you heard Freddie say once you were all outside the recording booth, a small distance between you as you packed. "I like her", Roger said, his voice much raspier than you remembered. "Feels like she knows what she's doing", he completed, and you smiled as you zipped your equipment bag shut.

The other day on studio, you felt like Roger was being funny specifically for your camera - ordering a coffee with one and 3/7 sugars, and saying a song sounded great since his part hasn't been recorded. You watched him tense up as you kneeled down beside him on the mixing desk, turning his face away from you.

It didn't help your work that the whole band was camera shy. John was sweet, and was able to give good answers even in the most improbable interview situations, like the time you interviewed him on a car. Brian was quite honest on his answers, unlike Freddie, usually sarcastic, and Roger, who never really properly answered what you asked. But in every candid shot you tried to get, every spontaneous moment, they shut down, still not used to your presence.

Roger was more open to you and your camera once he was drunk, posing with his bottle of wine with John by his side on studio, giving proper answers to your questions on the album's launch party, a glass of champagne on his hand.

He got used to having you close to him eventually, since one of your favorite angles to shoot was the view from behind his shoulder when Freddie was not on the piano, trying to fit in the small space between Roger and the gong behind him. Roger was tense at first, feeling you mere inches from him, but relaxed as you got used to each other's movements, a choreography where you knew the moments you should go a little further away from him so he could turn to the side and sing, a natural flow developing between the two of you.

Once, during your lunch break, you were talking to Josh when you heard music, so you dropped your sandwich, got your camera and ran to the rehearsal stage in mere seconds, only to find Freddie on the drums and Roger on Brian's guitar, the Red Special, and as soon as Freddie saw you - the camera already on - he almost stopped drumming, but he went on as you and Roger nodded together in encouragement, smiling at each other once Freddie drummed, and you quickly turned your camera to capture Roger's smile again, taking a few seconds to remember you should try to properly compose a shot, moving around to include John on the foreground.

You were happy no one was checking your work but Josh, because it would be embarrassing - you did film Roger more than you should, having as much footage of him as you had of Freddie, the frontman, the one in a gloriously sparkling Paco Rabanne leotard instead of hidden behind the drums.

But Roger was just so goddamn photogenic - his shyness in front of the camera appearing in form of joking around once he realized you were filming, pretending to pick his nose, showing his tongue, taking his robe off dramatically in the dressing room.

It was him on the center of the frame when you filmed without thinking much - in every shot of the band discussing during the rehearsal, or in shots of him and Deacon driving there, or even when you filmed candid moments; it was almost as if you responded unconsciously to his movements, always focusing on him.

You were torn between just thinking that Roger was a good model and actually being attracted to him. You only realized how frustrated he got you once you were already on tour with them, in America.

He sent one of the roadies to tell you that he and Freddie would rehearse Get Down, Make Love. You were in your shared room with Josh, and you'd usually sent him to film this - it wasn't super important, just some extra B-Roll - but he was napping, snoring soundly. Poor guy stayed up later than you, since you gave him the task of organizing the footage and taking care of the equipment. He almost never complained, a sweet boy that always did as you told him, always looking a bit too pretty on his shorts and band shirts, always too respectful to openly flirt with you, but always giving you the space to do so, reminding you he was single in every opportunity he had - nearly boring, but cute, nearby and accessible.

One time you were truly pissed with him - he only caught audio of the band arguing once you were not around to film it, forgetting to take the lens cap off - and he apologized and apologized, never even talking back at you.

So you didn't wake Josh up and went to the venue, across the street from the hotel, to find them already playing.

At first, you got them on wide, but without the lights, it just looked flat. So you started filming closeups.

Roger pouted in concentration in an extreme closeup you did, and you realized your breathing was heavy, right as you watched him lightly rub his lips against the mic groaning "Get down", his face only dimly lit on one side, and you subconsciously pressed your thighs together, kneeling on the side of the drum riser. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to zoom out, your hands a bit shaky as you got up and walked to Freddie, so you could film him and calm down.

But you were so frustrated, you just needed someone to touch you and to be touched as you wanted, needed to touch Roger, but you didn't knew anyone on the cities you were visiting.

That night, you stayed up as Josh organized the footage and the equipment, putting new film into the two cameras with his long fingers - quite similar to Roger's. Once he was done, you decided to take a quick shower, and left the bathroom still wrapped in a towel, the first move you made on him.

That was the first night you fucked Josh out of desire caused by Roger - the first of many.

You couldn't flirt with Roger - he had a gorgeous girlfriend and pretty groupies everywhere you went, so he definitely wouldn't care about you, who never wore any makeup or looked twice in the mirror before going out.

So you enjoyed some careless sex with Josh, and you enjoyed his friendship - you went to the movies together and he asked for advice on his career from you.

You two had agreed on going to a carnival, and he challenged you to climb the ferris wheel before the staff called the cops. It was fun to do these things on tour - you'd never see anyone from any town ever again.

But before that, you needed some footage of Queen's after parties, so Josh followed you around as you tried filming the band having fun, but the only one being more receptive was Roger. Surprisingly, there was no girls around him, but that was probably just him being smart - you could bet he sent home the midwestern girl he was going to fuck as soon as he saw the camera, not wanting to get caught cheating on his girlfriend.

Eventually you had enough footage and called it a day, and told Josh to go organize the footage before you left. "Are you coming with me to the room?" he asked. "No, I'm getting a drink. I didn't enjoy the free booze as much as I should have until now", you said, and he smiled in response before leaving.

"Y/N", you hear a too well-known voice say as you lean on the bar. Roger is walking towards you.

"Roger" you answered, and turned to ask for a drink. But Roger's hand on top of yours distracted you.

"Didn't thought I'd see you in an after party", he said, leaning into the bar as well. You've been this close to him before, but never without your camera between you. You were not used to see him like this, raw, with no viewfinder intermediating the rays of light between your eyes and his, your lips and his. It felt like a step closer to touching.

"What do you mean? I always come", you answer, trying to play it cool, as if you weren't moving your gaze from his eyes to his lips oftenly.

"Yeah, but you're always behind that goddamn camera of yours", he says, and looks at the space behind you, checking to see if you're alone. "And there's always your minion breathing behind your back", he tells you.

"Didn't thought you were watching me", you said, shrugging.

"It just feels fair, considering it's your job to watch me", he says, then looks to the rest of the party. "It's quite voyeuristic, if I may say so", he says, and you laugh.

"Never thought of my job with a sexual undertone before", you lie, tapping your fingers against the bar.

"Really? I actually started to enjoy the feeling of your eyes on me", he smirks, and you feel the blush on your cheeks. Touché.

"Just looking for a nice shot", you answer, looking away from him.

"That's a pity. I guess you're not interested in having a good time with me, then", it's his time to shrug.

"Define 'a good time'", you ask, and he smirks. You quickly think of Josh, waiting for you in your room, but a brief second - and a quick flash of Roger's smile - is all you need to shut the thought off.

"Open your mouth", Roger tells you, and you frown, confused. "Here?", you ask, and he laughs. "Yeah, here", he answers, looking for a small ziplock in his pocket. "Just trust me, alright?", he asks, and you open your mouth lightly.

"Tongue out", he tells you, and you do so. You watch as he picks up a small paper square with his fingertips. "Are you okay with it?", he asks, and you nod a yes.

So Roger's index soon touches the tip of your tongue, leaving the small piece of LSD there to dissolve. He quickly does the same, and calls the barman, ordering Perrier water, which the barman quickly pours in two glasses. Roger passes one of them to you, and raises his glass for a toast.

"A good time", he says, and you repeat it, receiving a quick smile from him before the two of you chug the water down.

It doesn't take very long before you can feel the effects on your body - lights get more intense, and time seemed to slow down a bit. You saw Roger's pupil dilate, and he pulled you to the dance floor.

His touch felt like lighting, electricity gluing your skins together, and he pulled you closer to the sound of Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood, the castanets looping on your brain, Roger's eyes turning completely blue, his hair shining like the sun, blinding you, and you just needed to dance because there was so much energy contained inside of you, and every time you felt him touching your skin, you felt more energy accumulating, and if you didn't dance it out, you would burst into spontaneous combustion.

Yet you needed to feel his skin against yours more and more, and you pulled him closer so could feel him, his smell, his saturated colors, and you ached for his touch, turning around and dancing with your back glued to him, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you there, close, the loud music bonding you together, melting the two of you against each other, buzzing through the air.

"I fucking hate this song!!" Roger screamed into your ear, but you couldn't stop dancing for a second, so you kept moving, grinding your hips against his.

"Hey, c'mon, let's find my room so I can pick a decent song", Roger managed to say, his breath burning your skin, but you enjoyed the feeling and craved more of it, more of his touch.

"But I can't go somewhere quiet!", you told him, still dancing to the playlist full of shitty hits. "I'll sing to you", he said, and you considered, still dancing, now to Feels Like The First Time.

He started screaming the chorus, and that was good enough for you, so you followed him to the hall. You kept dancing maniacally as he tried to remember his floor, eventually being guided there by one of the crew members, trying to ask where his suite was as he sang high notes to the rhythm of the Foreigner song to keep you satisfied, dancing alone in the hallways.

Once you got to his suite, he turned the radio on, and Immigrant Song has just started. You both started screaming - his voice almost in harmony with Robert's voice coming through the radio - and he jumped into bed, offering you a hand so you could jump along. You did, and you jumped in bed, the water mattress squealing under your weight as you babbling the lyrics, random words coming out of your mouths about ice, snow, midnight suns and Valhalla.

It was followed by Dark Lady, and you kept jumping and screaming on his bed for hours to every song that the radio played, stopping only when you realized you were hoarse, the Stairway to Heaven intro giving you time to recover your breath.

Roger jumped out of bed to get you a bottle of sparkling water on his mini fridge, and you sat down, feeling the effect of the drug passing. He opened the bottle and had a sip before passing it to you. After giving him a weak smile, you drank half of the bottle in only a few seconds. He layed by your side.

You put the bottle down on the ground and lay down with him. His pupils are still big, but smaller than the last time you noticed, so the effect is getting weaker on him too.

That doesn't stop him from lifting his hand, moving it closer to your lips, his warm hand encompassing your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

You don't resist the temptation, moving your own hand to his hair, his teased strands tickling your palm before you entangled your fingers on them.

He slowly pulls you closer to him, and you never saw the blue of his eyes in such close proximity.

Cause you were never this close to kissing him before.

And a glimpse of sobriety hits you - you're about to kiss Roger Taylor in the middle of an acid trip.

That's not how you want it to go; it doesn't feel right, now that you really thought about it.

"Roger, this is not right", you say, and he freezes. "It feels right to me", he says, staring deep into your eyes, relaxing, getting closer to you again.

"It's not that I don't want to kiss you, or sleep with you. I do", you blurp out, almost regretting it, scared of rejection even as he's leaning in for a kiss. "So what's not right?", he asks, frowning.

"I don't want to fuck you while we're tripping. It's gonna be fucking terrible", you say, and he laughs. "I mean it, though. I want it to be good. I'd rather not have you than have you like this", you tell him, and he laughs again.

"You're really that decided, aren't you?", he asks, and it's your turn to laugh. "I guess I am", you say.

"Since we're not fucking, or even kissing, can I still touch you? Your arms, your hair. I'm not tripping as hard, but my skin is itching. I need to touch you", he says, and you nod.

So, with Roger's callous fingers brushing against your soft skin and his husky voice humming Led Zeppelin, you fall asleep.

The sunlight makes you see red before you even open your eyelids.

You feel cold, the AC too strong for your liking - Josh wouldn't change the temperature, he knew how you liked it.

So you opened your eyes to find yourself on an empty bed, much bigger than yours. The only sound in the room comes from someone brushing their teeth.

Roger Taylor is only in a towel, wrapped low around his hips, leaning into the sink, his signature halo of hair now wet.

You let out a scream.

The memories from last night hit you at the same time he turns around and looks at you, concerned.

"Hey, you alright?", he asks, and you nod, feeling your legs ache from the exercise you had, jumping like mad for hours.

"Yeah, just couldn't remember everything at first", you said, and he looked down at himself. "Oh, don't worry. We didn't do anything. You had some interesting reasoning behind it", he said, and you blushed.

"Roger, I'm so sorry. All this has been so unprofessional, thank God there's not a show today", you say, and he interrupts you. "It's alright, Y/N. There would be nothing for you to do anyway, since I've spent the morning locked here", he said, and you gasped.

"All morning? What time is it?" you ask, and he points to the clock. "Three in the afternoon. Relax, you said it yourself, it's a day off", he shrugged, and went back to the sink.

"Josh is probably concerned with me, doesn't even know where I am", you murmured. "Is he your boyfriend or something?", he asked, and you nodded a no. "So there's no reason for all this. Besides, the whole crew probably saw you with me, so there's a huge chance he knows your whereabouts", Roger completed.

"God, and we didn't even do anything", you say, getting off bed. "I'm sorry for all this, Roger. I'll go to my room", you said, looking for your shoes. "God, I haven't had such an intense trip ever since Woodstock", you said to yourself, and Roger coughed. "Since when?" he asks, and you repeat, looking at him. "Woodstock", you say, proud, and he walks toward you.

"There's no way in hell you're getting out of this room without telling me this story", he said, and you smiled.

You told him about Woodstock, and the Beatles, only stopping so you could take a quick shower on his bathroom, putting on some of his clean clothes. He wanted your company, and you never realized how lonely he could get, never getting to know anyone who had a more interesting life than his.

He ordered room service for the two of you, a weird pizza full of pineapples, and you took it to his balcony, watching the twilight over the Badlands National Park, a breathtaking view you couldn't believe you were getting to experience, just like you couldn't believe you were experiencing listening to Roger Taylor complain about pineapple on his pizza. "I hate the Midwest so much. How can you fuck up pizza with fucking fruit? I expect this in California, not here", he complains, and you laugh at him.

He looks at you, and for a moment you see him as saturated as you saw last night, his blinding hair and deep blue eyes. "I have an idea", he says, putting his plate to the side and going inside the room.

He comes back with a Polaroid in his hands, and you instantly cover your face. "I don't like to be photographed, thanks", you say, but he kneels down in front of you, trying to get to the same level as your eyes.

"C'mon Y/N, it's just fair. You're filming me all the time!!" he complains, and you sigh. "That's my job, Roger".

"Hey, hey, it's fine", he says, moving your hands down and away from your face. "I just want to see you the way you see me", he tells you, positioning the camera so he can watch you through the viewfinder, his free hand moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I just want to see you", he whispers, letting the camera slowly move down as he caresses your cheek with the hand that was on your hair.

He brushes his thumb over your lower lip again, and this time, you lean into him.

And even though you're sober, you could swear you feel the same electricity connecting you as his plump lips move against yours.

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Gold Frame Earrings from Newlook

Good Afternoon everyone and a very Happy New Year to you all! I hope you all had a wonderful night full of fun, joy and surrounded by family and friends to ring in the new year! I myself was laid up in bed with the flu for most of it so mine could have been that little bit better but otherwise I was just thankful to actually be out of bed and able to eat on actual new years night so it could have also have been worse but Im on the mend now! Todays post is the first post of 2019 and one I haven’t done in a while which is on one of my own looks that I had for a night out in December and if I’m being really honest that night was the first in a long time that I actually 100% happy with how I looked on a night out and felt really confident in myself which I think is a feeling I will be bringing with me in 2019!

My 2018 ended with a good few memories as I had a pretty sociable December . Including myself and Éimear going to the INEC in Killarney to go see Hozier and Gavin James who were unreal! For anyone who doesn’t know who Hozier is he’s an Irish singer/songwriter from Wicklow and I would definitely recommend going to see him because he is just amazing live! I always love going to see singers live and have them sound the exact same as they do in audio instead of them sounding a bit different because the voices are enhanced on the audio to sound better. Definitely check out his music because he is genuinely just so good! Gavin James is also an Irish singer from Galway who is also really good to go and see!

Myself and Éimear also went on our glam girls night out where we also met up with Himself and a couple of his work buddies and it was this night that I am honestly so happy with my look.

Look of The Night

https://www.newlook.com/row/womens/clothing/tops/black-one-hundred-percent-slogan-t-shirt-/p/616789201

https://www.newlook.com/row/womens/clothing/skirts/black-cotton-mix-mini-tube-skirt-/p/506885901?comp=Search

https://www.newlook.com/row/womens/accessories/jewellery/gold-textured-rectangle-earrings-/p/614185393?comp=Browse

https://www.prettylittlething.com/black-pu-pointed-ankle-sock-boots.html

https://www.newlook.com/row/womens/accessories/belts/black-leather-look-circle-buckle-hip-belt/p/591190501?comp=Browse

The look its self was pretty simple and was my classic all black colour scheme (another thing I’m going to start changing in 2019) and was just perfect. I love when you just throw something on last minute and it ends up being you’re favourite look of all time. The t-shirt is pretty basic and you can find slogan t-shirts in virtually any high street store at the moment as they are really trendy still and it was also long enough on me that I kind of created another layer under the skirt which is always handy just incase like me you have a little fear of things being a bit transparent. The skirt is actually another one that I had at home but I have included a link to a similar one here for you but its just a basic black tube skirt as I like my skirts to be a bit higher around the waist as I just feel they suit me better. You can’t see the boots in this photo but I do have a picture of them up on my Instagram and they are literally the exact type I was searching for for ages! I have another suede high stiletto pair that I have had for years and they are starting to get on a bit now and have seen a fair share of nights out so it was time to start getting their replacement ready and these are amazing. They literally tick every box height (which is scary high to look at but I love the height without a platform sole) , style, colour, comfort and of course are pointed toe. The earrings are again really trendy at the minute and are relatively easy to find but it does depend on the size you like. Usually these square frames are on the larger side but these ones are actually a mini version available from Newlook as well as the bigger size too. They are lightweight as well which is always a bonus as heavy earrings are a curse on your ears after a while. I just finished this look with a plain black leather jacket (more black I know) and thats it. A simple look for nights out without the fuss.

2018 : A Year In Pictures

As we are now in the new year 2019 I have decided to share some of my photos month by month from last year 2018 on some of my highlights from the year gone by. I definitely had a year filled with ups and downs, changes and trips but these photos are a reflection of all the good times from last year and if you can I would make an album on your phone or in a scrap book that you can look back on in years to come so that you can remind yourself when you’re feeling a bit low or in a sticky situation that life hasn’t been all bad and that you have had some great times in your life even if it is something as simple as just watching movies with friends. Heres a breakdown of my 2018!

February – Éimear and I travelled up to Dublin to go see Dermot Kennedy in the Olympia Theatre and I will honestly never forget it. It was the best concert I have ever been to because his music is so emotional, touching, beautiful and mesmerising. We are going to see him this year as well which I cannot wait to do again!

April – Himself and I went on our kind of annual holiday to Portugal to Albufiera where we have been before but this time we did do a few new things one of which I have definitely never done before and that was a Fish Pedicure. If you don’t know what that is its basically these tiny little fish that eat away at dead skin cells so you soak your feet in the water with them and they basically just clean your dead skin cells away. Don’t worry they are tiny fish so you don’t actually feel anything except maybe a slight tickle which is more of a funny sensation than scary (unless your Kim Kardashian West in that clip where she completely freaks out at the tickle feeling of a fish pedicure).

June – Himself and I went over to England for just under two weeks to mind my aunties house for her and as he had never been to London before I was excited to show him all the touristy things like Buckingham Palace, The London Eye and the Natural History Museum. We did one thing I had never done before (that I can recall anyway as I may have gone as a very small child) and that was go to the London Aquarium. It was really cool in there and they do have really interesting things to see so I would recommend going there if you are in London! On our way to the Natural History Museum we did see a few lamborghinis being driven around for demonstrations too which he was only delighted to see.

September – In September Himself and I attended a wedding in Tralee which was a civil ceremony as they didn’t want a church wedding and it was honestly one of the nicest wedding I have been to. As much as I respect peoples religious choices of a church wedding it was just really nice to not have the same prayers and routines and to see them have their children involved, have their own readings and quotes spoken and it was just a really nice romantic wedding. I did however end up spending two days getting broken glass out of my hands from an unfortunate table breakage but we won’t talk too much about that!

December – The whole month of December was one of my highlights to be honest. I started with our annual staff party which was really fun as we went for dinner and then just made a night out of it. Next up was my birthday which I didn’t actually do anything for it but Himself did have roses delivered to me at work for it which was a nice surprise even though I had a feeling he was going to do that as he was being a bit sneaky in town the day before and he did the same for my 21st birthday a couple years ago but it was still a lovely surprise! After that came came the Hozier show which was amazing as he just has such a great voice and is amazing to see live. Then literally two days after that myself and Éimear went out for our glam girls night and met up with himself and couple of his friends as they were on a staff night out too. Then obviously there was Christmas which was our usual family tradition of dinner with my grandparents, lots of food and a movie. Then a few days after Christmas myself and Éimear headed out to the INEC again to go see Gavin James perform and literally about two days after this I ended up in bed ill for nearly two days and was only just up an about on new years eve and able to eat so I literally have not one photo from the night but I did discover my 88 year old granddad is a fan of George Ezra’s Shotgun and my nan is in love with Michael Bublé

February – Dermot Kennedy Olympia Theatre Dublin

March – Myself and Eimear on St. Patricks Night

March – Snowy house bound days with Cookie

April – Albufeira, Portugal with himself

May – Finally bought a new car

June – England with Himself

August – Got my first set of the prettiest Ombre gels at NailsbyErika

August – Was reunited with an old school friend at a wedding

September – At wedding with himself

October – Halloween Costume Party in The Grand with Gillian

December – Christmas Staff Party

December – Himself had flowers delivered to me at work for my birthday

December – Hozier with Eimear

December – Out on the town with Eimear

December – Holly waiting for her gifts from Santa on Christmas morning

Decemeber – Gavin James with Eimear

Well thats my 2018 summed up so lets see what 2019 brings! Speak to you soon!

Ever yours

Lily

December Roundup : Last Look At 2018 Good Afternoon everyone and a very Happy New Year to you all! I hope you all had a wonderful night full of fun, joy and surrounded by family and friends to ring in the new year!

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Park Woojin Mafia AU

you were a member of svt, a low-level gang in the area

as one of the original members, you specialized in jewlery/gem theft, having stolen probably millions of dollars worth of jewels from various households around the country

seungcheol, the leader of svt, informed you of a new possible heist opening up

a new family was moving into town, and were going to be staying at the large mansion

it would be a fairly easy job, given that you could easily break into the mansion before they moved in and place cameras/bugs in the house

you agreed to take the job, provided that the other members of svt do the research about the family moving in, what jewels they would have etc

“if there’s one thing i know for sure,” seongcheol said firmly, “we have to do this heist before 101 does. they’re too powerful, we can use this as leverage over them”

101 was the much more powerful gang, more like crime syndicate (mafia) in the area, and svt had been challenging them for about six months now

you weren’t fiercely loyal to svt for any one particular reason, but you did want to support your fellow members

the night before the heist, seungcheol kept nagging you, stressing how important the job was

he kept getting in your face and started yelling a bit, making a few other members have to hold him back

you kind of scoffed at that, pissed that he was questioning your abilities so soon before the actual deal

you stormed out of the svt building, heading downtown to grab a drink or two

in the taxi there, you carefully applied a bit of makeup, doing your best to not look totally dead

you made sure to not go to a club affiliated with any one gang-- if it was a svt club, seungcheol would chase you down; if it was a 101 club, you might get severely injured

you strolled up to the bar easily, ordering your drink before leaning against the bar, observing the small dancing crowd

while you were sipping your drink, you noticed someone approach you

you glanced at the man standing next to you who ordered his own drink

he was fairly tall, with a mix between caramel, honey and chocolate as his hair color

he looked intense but soft at the same time?

but he was definitely handsome, and one quick sweep of his body didn’t reveal any tattoos

“what are you doing in a club on a tuesday night?” you asked playfully, leaning on the bar next to him

he looked at you, slightly pleased and definitely surprised, as though no one had ever talked to him in a club before

“oh, i’m just blowing off steam before a big day for me,” he smiled shyly, taking a quick sip of his drink

“oh wow, same,” you nodded, a bit surprised at the coincidence. “i’m (y/n).”

“woojin,” he introduced, smiling at you brightly

the two of you struck up a fairly lively conversation, talking about the atmosphere of the club and what kind of drinks you preferred

as the song changed from some top 40s hit song to a remix of pour it up by rihanna

“wow, i haven’t heard this song in years,” you laughed, “i feel old now”

woojin laughed along with you, setting his glass down

“wanna dance?” he asked, gesturing out to the dance floor, where the crowd had gotten significantly larger

you contemplated his offer-- you should really have been getting home, but woojin was such a nice person to be around, and he was really handsome

plus, isn’t it good to blow off steam before a big heist?

you ended up accepting, following him out to the dance floor

woojin ended up being a really good dancer, and you had loads of fun dancing along to the various throwback (?) hits with him

as the night crept on, the two of you agreed that you should probably be getting home

he made sure to wait until you were able to get a taxi before leaving himself, but not before giving you his number

the next day, you went back to the svt headquarters, needing to finalize the plans

soon, it was nighttime, and the plan was in action

from the svt building, woozi disabled the family’s alarm system, allowing you to sneak into the house from the back door

you could have sworn you heard rustling in the bushes but you ignored it, creeping up to the second floor

the family was supposed to be out at a gala in another city, but you still wanted to be careful

“the main jewels are in the master bedroom” woozi instructed into your in-ear

as you carefully went into the master bedroom, you could have sworn you heard a click

but when you saw what was happening in the master bedroom, you almost fainted

woojin stood next to another guy who was rifling through the family’s jewels, a large semi-automatic gun slung over his shoulder and tattoos creeping down his exposed upper arms

((they were fit as fuck but that’s besides the point))

you tried to back up, but someone behind you was definitely pointing a gun at the back of your head

“who the hell are you?” they asked rudely, shoving you more into the room

woojin and the other man jolted, looking up at you, and woojin’s eyes got round

“sorry (y/n), you’re on your own” you heard woozi say before his audio clicked out

“i-i’m a friend of the family?” you tried, flashing the man with the gun a timid smile

“don’t try the bullshit with me, i can tell you’re from svt,” he growled, digging the cold metal of the gun further against your scalp “take this seriously, sweetie, i could blow your brains out with the twitch of a finger”

“i-i was working with svt,” you stammered, squeezing your eyes shut, “i’m not really a member, but they didn’t have anyone else for the job.”

“how the hell are we supposed to believe you?”

“they literally stopped giving me guides as soon as they knew you had caught me,” you snapped, glaring at the man momentarily, “they don’t give a shit about me, and i don’t expect you to, either”

you heard the hammer of the gun being pulled out (the click of the gun before it’s actually shot), making you tense up

“Hyung, no” you heard a familiar voice say “she’s not actually with svt, she’s a mercenary”

you weren’t a fucking mercenary but you’d take whatever bullshit woojin was feeding them for whatever reason

“mercenary, huh?” the man brought the gun down, peering at you, “how a mercenary like you get hired by svt?”

“they’re desperate,” you rushed out, not really in the mood to defend your members-- or rather, ex-members, given how quickly they’d abandoned you-- to 101, “the gang is practically broke, and they knew i was the only one who could pull this off.”

“and what exactly makes you so special?” the guy asked, crossing his arms

“the theft of the royal jewels a couple months back?” you crossed your arms as well, glaring back at him, “that was me.”

woojin whistled through his teeth, glancing at you, impressed, before his hyung hit him on the back

“here’s the deal, sweetie,” the man growled, “we can’t have people knowing that we were behind this, so we’ll have to take care of you our way”

unfortunately, you knew exactly what that meant-- swear allegiance to 101 or get your brains blown out and your body dumped into the ocean

“i’ll take care of her,” woojin said suddenly, “i know her, i know she won’t try anything stupid, right?”

“r-right,” you nodded, scurrying over to woojin’s side

“we’ll try it,” the first guy sniffed, “get the rest of the jewels and let’s split”

as the first guy reached down for the largest necklace, you shrieked, reaching out to stop him

immediately, you had three different guns pointed at you

“no, im not trying to do anything stupid,” you rolled your eyes, “that isn’t the real necklace, it’s a fake. if you remove it, it triggers the alarm system.”

“and where’s the real one?” the guy said suspiciously, peering at the necklace

you rolled your eyes again, fishing out your phone and showing him a picture from that night of the lady of the house

“she’s wearing it.”

after collecting everything, the three men guided you to where their car was waiting and sped off

the driver introduced himself as sungwoon, and the two other men were seongwoo and minhyun

you sat in between woojin and minhyun, legs shifted more towards woojin

when they arrive at their own complex, woojin shows you to his room, explaining that you’d have to stay with him for a while so that 101 were able to ensure that you were actually going to swear allegiance and not try to run

“you’re really lucky i saved your ass,” woojin mused, filling up a glass of water from the tap

“well, to be fair, i saved your asses from that alarm system,” you pointed out, “so i’d say we’re about even.”

woojin just shrugged with a smile, gesturing towards his bedroom

“you can take the bed, i have a fold-out mattress in my couch”

you tried to argue with him that it was fine, you could sleep on the couch, but he would have none of it, grabbing you a toothbrush and spare t-shirt to wear to bed

when you finished up washing your face, brushing your face and changing, you stuck your head into his living room

woojin was putting sheets on the fold-out mattress

“hey woojin, thank you,” you said quietly

he looked up quietly, eyes darting over your figure, dressed in only his large t-shirt and he blushed a bit

“y-yeah, no problem”

while you two were definitely in a strange situation, you couldn’t ignore the feelings you’d felt from that night at the club,,,

you end up being locked up in his apartment for a while, only allowed outside occasionally

out of sheer boredom, you start devising plan upon plan for different heists woojin could try to execute, not really sure how else to spend your time

woojin did his best to not make it feel like prison, showing you his netflix account/password, letting you order food and even occasionally bringing over his friend donghyun’s dog for you to watch

you appreciated the efforts and understood that it wasn’t completely his fault

(and that you’d probably be dead if it wasn’t for his lying)

his kind actions made you feel strange, like that first night that you’d met him

he’d be gone for long, long periods at a time, out on different business each time

sometimes if you were feeling extra nice, you’d cook pancakes or something for him to eat when he got him

most of the time he just got reheated pizza though

(you weren’t his maid lmao)

one morning, you were sleeping when woojin shook you awake

“(y/n), these are incredible,” woojin exclaimed, waving the laptop in your face, “seongwoo and daniel are letting you get your own apartment if i can pull off one of these heists”

he does pull off one of the heists that you’d so carefully planned, with you acting as woozi once did to you, speaking directions carefully into his in-ear

you did notice that when he put the in-ear in (like an earbud but wireless, so that someone can speak into it) and you started talking, he blushed a bit

but you brushed it off

since the theft went well, 101 grants you your own apartment, but does require you to get your own 101 tattoo

woojin and his younger friend daehwi accompanied you to the tattoo parlor

daehwi disappeared for a bit, but woojin sat in the corner as a tall lanky guy tattooed the 101 onto your collarbone

this time you really couldn’t help but notice the blush that blossomed on woojin’s cheeks when the tattooist asked you to pull down your tank top a bit more to expose the collarbone

the next day, woojin was helping you move your things from his apartment to yours when he realized you were frowning in the mirror, trying to take the bandage covering your tattoo off

“wait, are you supposed to do that?” he asked, walking over to you and grabbing your hands

“yeah, he told me to apply this balm to it twice a day,” you explained, holding up the little tub of balm from the tattoo parlor

woojin nodded, cool fingers carefully removing the bandage before taking the balm, smoothing it over your fresh tattoo gently as to not hurt you

you hissed at the coldness of his fingers and you felt a shiver up your spine

somehow you knew it wasn’t from the cold

as woojin finished patting the balm underneath your collarbone, you noticed how close he was to you

his fingers stopped moving across your skin, eyes super intense as he got even closer to you

“(y/n), can i kiss you?” he asked, lifting a hand to push your hair out of your face

you nodded wordlessly and felt your lips crash into his, his cool hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer

weeks upon weeks of unspoken thoughts spilled out into the kiss, which had begun that fateful night at the club

you threaded your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck, reminding yourself that yes, you did in fact have to breathe

while you never called your relationship “dating”, what you had was essentially that

soon you found yourself moving back in with him, looking forward to early-morning cuddles and kisses at three in the morning when he got back from a particularly hard job

you permanently took over as his “guide”, planning out his jobs and ensuring that he was safe

in a way, through that night so many months ago when you were abandoned by svt, woojin did more than just save you, he gave you another shot at life

he’s incredibly caring and kind, and makes sure that you’re comfortable and okay with everything he does

quite possibly one of the sweetest guys in all of 101

has a tendency to get embarrassed by the crude comments of other 101 members, but will definitely defend you if anything negative is said about you

loves it when you trace the tattoos on his arm, pressing little kisses to his lips and jaw

(imma stop there bc woojins a minor yikes)

he’s also fairly private, and doesn’t indulge in pda, preferring to cuddle you in the privacy of his apartment

really just an incredibly cute boyfriend

#produce 101 imagine #produce 101 #bnmboysnetwork #produce 101 scenario #produce 101 oneshot #wanna one #wanna one imagine #wanna one scenario #wanna one oneshot #parkwoojinet #park woojin #park woojin imagine #park woojin oneshot #park woojin scenario

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mystudioflow-blog · 6 years

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My Recording Studio Journey pt.1 (#mystudioflow)

I spent all of my teenage and adult life writing, producing and recording my own hip hop music treating it like a hobby although I claimed I would earn my living with it one day. In 2010 at around 30 years old after years of talking the talk and thinking I knew it all. I started to realise I was wrong. I had to start being honest with myself after I went and recorded with a local producer who was much further along than I was. He was working in Pro Tools, had a much better mic and a real outboard mic pre (UA710). Whereas I was working with outdated software and had no Idea what Plugins were, how to tune vocals or dial in a compressor. When I left his house I was driving home listening to the song we did. At first I was very excited about the pop sound with my vocals tuned and a decent rough mix…. even though up until that day I was ANTI-auto tune and hated modern pop music! After playing it on repeat for about 20 minutes my mood started to change. I started to get this indescribable gut wrenching feeling. All I could think was that he was five or six years younger than me and he was leaps and bounds past where I was with my craft. He was charging $40.00 an hour producing and recording for people in his apartment and I wasn’t getting any respect or making any money because my final product sounded like GARBAGE in comparison to his. As the days passed I started bugging out and feeling depressed.

After about a week of pondering on these thoughts and tormenting myself I came to a conclusion. I was going to need to either go ALL in on music production and engineering or I needed to just quit because I felt like a joke. Considering the fact that music and studio life was always how I identified myself and I felt so overwhelmingly passionate about it. I decided there was only one option….GO ALL IN!!! First I reached out to the guy I recorded with and asked him what mic and pre amp he had. I told him I was going to get some new gear, Pro Tools and some plugins so I could start making a living doing what I love like he did. He got quiet for a moment and responded by saying “Going and buying the gear I have isn’t going to make you as good as me”……… I took it well and stayed cordial on the phone but all I could think was “Oh yeh?!? Watch me mother effer!! WHATCH ME!!

My next step was to try and convince my wife to let me spend a few grand on some of the gear and software I needed to start working towards making a living in my own studio. After a considerable amount of debating I was able to convince her to give approval on a Guitar Center card to get the ball rolling. I also sold my 1988 IROC Z Camaro, my booming system and all the crappy equipment I had in an effort to raise money for some new gear. My first burst of purchasing went like this. i3 iMac, Pro Tools 8, Waves Native Power Pack, UA610 mk2, Sterling Audio st69 mic (yuk) and a pair of Dynaudio monitors. Oh yes and I also bought auto tune. I got all the equipment hooked up and software installed. Then the long road of learning and troubleshooting could really begin! I had been mixing all my own projects for years leading up to this but still didn’t really have a good understanding of mixing and mastering. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Over the next year or so I was layed off from work and home during the day with 2 babies trying to learn audio engineering while being Mr. Mom. I would wake up in the middle of the night and end up in my basement studio watching You Tube videos and franticly researching trying to learn my craft. I was reading books for the first time in my life!! I was going to Barns And Noble to escape my family and read all the audio magazines for free. About 2 years after my BIG decision to go all in on learning my craft we moved our family of four from Connecticut to Cape Coral, FL . This is where my wife is from and where we met years before. Shortly after arriving in Florida a friend at work recommended that I put an add on Craigslist as a home recording studio. That evening I sat down and did just that! It only took a few days and I got my first call which turned into my first steady client… A Christian Rapper. I was so excited and full of nerves for the first few sessions considering I had only recorded myself and a few friends up until that point and had never really charged much money. I was making $8.00 more per hour in my home studio than I was making at my day job doing strenuous physical labor. This was when my bad attitude towards my day job life began to escalate rapidly. I spent about a year recording with ten to fifteen clients before I decided to go take an audio engineering class at Vibe Recording in Ft. Myers, Florida. I felt I needed to go fill in the blanks with some formal education so I could gain the confidence needed to open my own commercial recording studio. This had been my dream since my first time in a real studio at 18 years old. I actually have an earlier memory of my uncle who was the lead singer in a band that took me to his friends house who had a recording set up. He had a tape machine, microphones and a mixing board. I was about 6–8 years old and all I can remember is how floored I was. I vividly remember being very excited that they could actually record music in their basement and play it on a tape in the car!!!!! I also remember them telling me that all their equipment actually sucked and was not good quality. I was not phased by there negative comments about their crappy gear. I thought it was absolutely AMAZING! This is the same uncle (Uncle Med) who took me to my first concert when I was six years old…. Michael Jackson (BAD)!! All I know is that as far back as I can remember music was a GIANT part of my life and seemed to be what made me tic.

Ok Im loosing track of the story…

I started my classes and just fell more and more in love with the process of recording, mixing and mastering. I started engulfing myself with information. I had podcasts going all day (Pensado’s Place, Recording Studio Rockstars and Working Class Audio) as well as reading magazines and books. Along with the obvious late nights in my home studio with clients or working on my own personal productions sharpening my swords. I was spending as much time as a 40 hour working married father of three could at the studio where I took classes definitely pushing the limit at times and straining my home life. I was going to work from 7am to 3:30 or 4:00pm. Then Picking my kids up from daycare to take them home, cook them dinner and eat with the family. Then I would go straight from the dinner table to class. At the end of class I would always try to spend some extra time. Whether at the studio sitting in on sessions or at the local brewery with people from the studio. Talking music, audio and making relationships with like minded people some work nights I wouldn’t make it home till as late as 2am. Actually I was hanging around people that were smarter than me in many cases which really helped to speed up my progression. I finished the class never scoring below a 99% on any test or project which is funny considering I had ALWAYS been an F and D student growing up. I started assisting my teacher and mentor Chad Zuchegno on saturdays as well as attending the next round of classes religiously in many cases assisting in the classroom as well.

After about 3 months of assisting and attending my second round of classes I did an 11hr day helping at the studio. Doing everything from setting up the mics to getting coffees and emptying garbages (keep in mind I’m in my 30’s). At the end of the day Chad took me out for a beer and a cigar which was kind of the norm. Then as I sipped my first bear Chad looked up from texting with the other owner of the studio and asked me “Hey do you want to work a session at the studio on your own tomorrow?” This would be my first session at a real established commercial recording studio! Of course I said yes! As the evening progressed he proceeded to tell me some things I really needed to hear. He said “YOU DO BELONG in the studio”….. “YOU are already a GREAT engineer!”…. “This IS what your SUPPOSED to be doing”…. This my friends was a pivotal point for the future of my life. On my ride home that night I remember having the windows down, loudly playing my own work and letting out shouts of extreme happiness “WOOOOOOOO YEEEESSS!!!! I DID IT!!! I AM DOING IT!!! I CAN EFFING DO IT!! WOOOOHOO”.

To be continued………….

#recording studio #audio engineering #musicprodution #songwriter #mixingmusic #beatmaker #makingmusic #diy audio

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bleunoia · 7 years

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human anatomy

pairing: zach dempsey / reader

genre: smut lmAO SRRY was bound to happen

description: study session with zach gone wrong- well actually study session gone right IF U ASK ME

You were failing biology, there was no other way to put it.

You had started off first semester fine, but when the teacher started talking about meiosis you were gone. Everything you tried could never get you ready for the tests, essays, and projects. Sleepless nights, re-reading textbooks, and listening to mundane audios were all for shit as you still got a fat F on almost everything you turned in.

You were at your wits-end, just about ready to say “fuck it” and give up when an angel by the name of Zach Dempsey offered to help. With a shy smile and a “i’m not that bad at biology, I could help you?” He saved your academic life.

So now here you were, laying on his bed, taking notes on what he was telling you about the cell cycle.

Studying with Zach was pleasant and you had learned more in the past hour than you ever had in the months with your teacher, but being with him presented an entirely new set of problems. With his tall, well built figure and kind brown eyes, also not to mention his extremely kissable li-

“Did you get all that?” His voice broke you from your spell and you could feel a small blush arise on your cheeks from being caught practically drooling over him. You mumbled something incoherent, along the lines of “sure, yeah, totally.”

He chuckled at your flustered response and grabbed his phone to check the time. “Oh shit, I totally lost track of time. It’s almost midnight, shouldn’t you be home?”

You let out a groan, “Oh shit, my parents are going to kill me!”

You had told them you were studying at one of your girl friends houses and would be back by dinner, a fat lie, but your parents wouldn’t let you leave if you told them the truth. You frantically searched for your phone all over Zach’s bed, until you finally found it under the mess of your school papers.

You had 2 missed calls from your mom 4 hours ago and a few texts from the friend you were supposed to be studying with. You were confused on why your mom only bothered to call you two times, slightly offended at her lack of interest in your well-being.

“dude ur mom just called, i told her you were gonna sleep over since IM SUCH A GOOD FRIEND. UR WELCOME BITHC! wya tho.” You let out a giggle of relief at your friends message, not believing how the stars aligned in your favor tonight.

“Guess i’m staying the night!” You exclaimed, causing Zach to widen his eyes in surprise. “Do you have any pajamas I could borrow?”

“You’re staying the night?” He stuttered out, his adams apple prominent as he swallowed thickly.

“I mean if it’s alright with you? My parents think i’m sleeping over at one of my friends houses and i’m too lazy to actually go over there.” You were telling him the truth, but wanting to spend more time with him played a big part in your desire to stay over.

“Yeah it’s totally fine with me, let me just go grab you something to sleep in.” You watched as his lean figure stood up from the bed and walked over to the cabinet, ruffling through his clothes. He pulled out a white t-shirt and some black sweats, handing them to you. “You can change in the bathroom, its down the hall.”

You expressed your appreciation and set out to find said bathroom. You changed out of your clothes, folding them neatly on the counter and pulled on his shirt. His scent enveloped you like a welcoming hug, he smelled of fresh laundry and the faint scent of vanilla. You didn’t bother with the sweats, your boy-shorts would do the job and you weren’t accustomed to sleeping with pajama bottoms anyways. Gathering all the clothes you returned to the room, finding Zach making a make-shift bed on the floor.

“Is that for me? Because i have no problem sharing a bed with you.” You questioned, plopping down on one side of the bed.

“Actually its for me, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Zach’s sweet consideration for your feelings was a breath of fresh air and you couldn’t help but smile adoringly at the boy.

“Nope. You’re sleeping next to me tonight whether you like it or not, i’m a cuddler.” You got under his dark blue covers and patted the space next to you. He stared at you, not believing that you wanted him in bed with you. You could see the flushed expression on his face and let out a laugh. “God, come in Zach, really.”

He mumbled a small ‘ok’ and stumbled into bed, facing you. You turned over so you were looking him straight in the eye, a small smile on your face. You could feel his breathing quicken at being so close to your face. “You have nice eyes.”

“Thank you, so do you.” You softly said, giggling slightly at how cute he was being. He scooted his head closer to yours and drifted his eyes to your lips. “You’ve got some nice eyebrows too.”

You let out a laugh, thinking he was going to compliment another part of your face. “Really? I was thinking about shaving them off, but I won’t now that I know they’re appreciated.” You said jokingly.

“Well I definitely appreciate everything on your face.” Your heart began racing at the tone of his voice and how he was looking at you. You mumbled a small ‘thank you’ in response, suddenly shy under his intimate stare.

He inched his face closer to yours, almost nose-to-nose. “Can I kiss you?”

You sharply inhaled at his question, but nodded in affirmation. He slowly raised his head from the pillow, not breaking eye contact, and softly placed his lips on yours. You immediately responded, bringing one hand up to cup his face. His kiss was sweet, just like him. You brought your other hand up to his hair and slowly brushed your fingers through the soft strands. He let out a sigh of content against your lips and pulled away to look into your eyes. You gave him a smile as if to tell him it was alright to keep kissing you, you wanted it too. Within seconds he pulled you back into him and molded your lips together. He was licking at your lips, grazing his teeth against your skin and you parted them to give him entrance with a faint moan. You ran your fingers down the base of his neck, pulling him closer. He tasted like chocolate, maybe a hint of coffee, and you had never tasted anything better as you massaged your tongue against his own. He moaned softly and lifted himself, trying to get more comfortable by slipping between your legs. You hugged him closer to you and brought your leg up to wrap around his own, pinning him to you. He gasped, pulling away for a breath and you brought your fingers to caress his cheeks and push his hair out of his face. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes, are you?” You were out of breath and slightly sweaty from the heat of having your bodies pressed up against each other. He chuckled at your question, “I’m more than okay.”

You mumbled ‘good’ and lifted your face up to his, chasing your lips with his own. You could feel him smirk before kissing you back, this time biting your lips lightly. You began roaming your hands down his back, finding the bottoms of his shirt and lifting them to slide your fingers over the smooth expansion of his skin. As you continued kissing him you began moving your body up to get better access to his lips and thats when you felt it; the hardness against your inner thigh that made him grunt slightly as you moved against it.

“Shit, i’m sorry.” He stuttered, pulling away from your mouth. Instead of responding you kissed him again, this time purposefully rubbing yourself against his length. He broke the kiss and brought his face into the crook of your neck letting out a low moan. You trailed your hands down the front of his chest, feeling him bring his lips to the warm skin of your neck. He licked a stripe up to the underside of your jaw, making you whimper underneath him. He trailed butterfly kisses down your neck, sucking on your skin as he went along.

You slid your hands over his abs and pulled his shirt over his head, making him separate from your neck. You brought your lips to his smooth skin, peppering kisses over his jugular. You could feel him press harder into you as you swiped your tongue up to his ear, taking his earlobe between your lips. Your actions drew a sigh from him, “Fuck baby girl.”

His voice shot straight to your core. It sounded raspier and deeper than usual, driving you absolutely crazy. You separated from him, taking the bottoms of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. His eyes widened in surprise, taking all of you in. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

He began kissing you again with new intensity, taking your hips in his hands and pulling you flush against him. You tilted your head to the side, giving him access to your neck as he trailed his lips further down. He planted soft wet kisses over the flesh of your chest and you tangled your fingers in his hair, slightly pulling at the strands. You grabbed his hand and brought it to your back, signaling you wanted your bra off. He gave you a soft kiss before unclasping your bra and bringing his warm hands to cup your breasts. You whined as he descended his mouth on you, taking your nipple between his lips. He lightly sucked on it before continuing to strew kisses down your body, stopping at the top of your underwear. Your breathing turned shallow as he looked up at you, pupils blown.

“Touch me, please, you’re driving me insane.” You breathed out and Zach inhaled sharply at the desperate tone of your voice. He pulled your panties down and you shivered at the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable in front of his eyes. His lips suddenly came forward, kissing your clit gently, taking you by surprise. You whimpered at his touch and he grabbed your thighs, kneading the skin gently. He continued pushing his tongue against you, licking between your folds before sliding two fingers into you. “Damn, you’re so wet for me.”

You were on fire, the feel of his tongue against you mixed with the touch of his fingers building you up amazingly.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“Fuck yes,” you whined out. He brought his lips back up to your clit, sucking roughly making your hips buck up in reaction. His fingers pumped in and out of you as he continued to suck your clit between his lips. You threw your head back and shot your hands down to his head, pulling the strands of his hair. “Zach, I need you in me.”

Zach stopped what he was doing and you whined at the loss of his touch. “Are you sure?”

You grabbed his face and dragged him up to your lips in response, muttering “couldn’t be more sure” against his lips. You sucked at his bottom lip hungrily, bringing your hand down to palm his clothed cock. He groaned into your lips as you slipped your hand past the band of his boxers feeling how hard he was. You pulled the rest of his boxers down, freeing his erection. “Fuck, baby, I want to feel you.”

“Then do it.” He moaned at your response and your hands pulling at his cock. “Don’t, I won’t last if you keep touching me like that.”

You whimpered at his words and moved his dick to line up with your entrance, not planning on waiting any longer. His breathing turned shallow as the head of his cock dipped into you and you wrapped your legs around him to push him further down. You let out a long whine as you took him fully inside of you, your body arching up against him and your nipples flush against his chest. He stayed still, letting you adjust to his size, distracting himself by sucking a hickey against your chest. “You’re so fucking tight,” He choked out. “Why do you feel like heaven?”

You dug your nails into his shoulder blades moaning out, “Move Zach, please.”

He lifted up and then dropped again, letting out a low grunt against your neck. You brought your hands up to his cheeks, lifting him up to your mouth and messily kissing him. He continued to thrust into you, drawing moan after moan from your lips. He began kissing underneath your jaw, biting the flesh hard enough to leave a mark. You clenched around his cock in response causing a choked moan to leave his lips.

“I’m not going to last much longer baby, you feel too good.”

“I’m not going to either.” You rose your hips to meet his thrusts, desperate for release. Your walls began to pulse around him and he began to thrust quicker into you, sensing you were close. He took his hand, bringing it down between your bodies to rub your clit roughly, bringing you closer to orgasm.

“Come on, baby girl. Come for me.” He murmured into your ear.

That was all you needed to get to the edge, you threw your head back, staring unseeingly to the ceiling as a huge wave of pleasure washed over your entire body. You clenched tightly around him and you felt his dick twitch inside you before he was releasing with a loud moan. You gripped onto his shoulders as he continued thrusting into you, riding out your highs. He slowed his movements to a stop and brought his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

You smiled at him, not believing that what started off as a study session turned into this- not that you were complaining. He softly kissed your lips before pulling out of you. He gently collapsed on you and you hugged him to your chest, running your hands through his hair and down his back.

“You’re amazing.”

You giggled at his words and kissed the side of his head endearingly. He turned his head up to you, giving you a sweet smile before kissing your chin. You smiled softly back at him, feeling your eyes droop in sleepiness. He chuckled at your sleepy expression and wrapped his arms around you, snuggling you into his chest.

“Go to sleep baby.”

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amuelle · 4 years

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Hello 2020…

I don’t believe in love at first sight…I do however believe in love at first click.

First click: the moment you realise that you just enjoy being around someone, you don’t need anything else other than their presence to be happy.

23:00 I caught myself mesmerised. The world was absolutely still as if it was the witching hour. Looking out over a packed dance floor in a dimly lit night club I knew I was in trouble. He was drunk dancing with this big goofy smile on his face. Everything that had mattered before this moment didn’t matter anymore. All my deal breakers, insecurities and doubts had vanished. I had stopped thinking rationally days ago. Rules didn’t exist anymore. All I knew was I was here and it didn’t matter how I got there. The walls had crumbled and I couldn’t remember the last time I had any sense. I knew this feeling. I had felt it once before. It scared me and I wanted to contain myself but I couldn’t. I was caught up and it was incredible.

It had been four days since I felt the sense slowly leave my body. He had forced me to take his number and I had no intention to use it but something told me to. He love bombed me day and night. Video calls, check in texts, random calls two minutes apart and we always played you hang up first. I thought it was all in my head. Till the night he was on my stoep and said he wanted to be with me then asked me what I wanted and I rolled my eyes and responded “You”.

The first time we met I had been offish and bruised his ego before I caved because he was persistent. He asked me where I lived and like the idiot I was clearly becoming I told him. He called to say he was coming but got lost and I had to fetch him. There, wearing daisy dukes on what felt like the hottest day of the summer, sweating through my t-shirt. I went to find a man at the Pot Shack on the corner. He was on the phone when I found him and my whole body froze when I saw him. I had forgotten how tall he was. He got off the phone, apologised for not bringing me any chocolate but hoped that the bottle of wine he brought would suffice. He grabbed my little hand and from the pit of my stomach came the stupid butterflies. That was the last moment when I had sense.

I had over thought it six ways from Sunday and today was Tuesday. I was heading to Afro Punk with my girlfriends. He had sat in my living room as I showered, ironed my dress and put on my makeup. He had been pleasant and got along with every visitor who passed through my apartment that day. The time came for us to leave and head to the first stop on route to the concert. There he would meet more friends and cuddle up with me on the couch and express repeatedly that I should have tried to convince him harder that he should get tickets for tonight. The thought to change my plans for the night crossed my mind. I didn’t budge. If he was worth it, really worth it then I could live my life unapologetically and he would be right there if here is where he wanted to be.

The time came for us to part ways, he had already confessed that the reason he hadn’t left and endured the torture of 5 women getting ready to go out was because there was nowhere he would have rather been. He just wanted to be with me and it was a ploy to spend time with me. He offered to pick me up when I was done but since my original plan hadn’t included him I wasn’t going to change it or potentially ruin a fantastic experience. After a lengthy, drawn out good bye we parted ways. Perhaps we would see each other again or this was the last day we had been given to enjoy each other’s company. Either way it had been life changing.

Afro Punk was incredible. The outfits, the vibe, the food everything about it was what I had needed to usher in the New Year. As 2020 approached I took my phone and started deleting all the unimportant people in it. Granted Masego was on stage and I should have been watching him mix a brand new song on stage. At that moment however shedding the dead weight meant more. 2020 was going to catch me on a clean slate with no secrets and half interested people in my phone. Someone had reminded me of something I had lost faith in and I was running with it.

31/12/2019, 23:55 Chocolate Daddy: Happy New Year Babes

31/12/2019, 23:58 Chocolate Daddy: Its 2mins left

31/12/2019, 23:59 Me: Happy New Year handsome. Lets do great things in 2020

01/01/2020, 00:11 Chocolate Daddy: Maphorisa playing now

01/01/2020, 00:11 Me: Kenzhero this side

01/01/2020, 00:37 Chocolate Daddy: Keo hopotse hle Mme

01/01/2020, 00:37 Chocolate Daddy: Blind

01/01/2020, 00:38 Me: Im so glad you said it first. I didn’t want to crack first.

01/01/2020, 00:39 Chocolate Daddy: I want to see you.

We ended the chat shortly after because Solange took the stage. I can’t describe it. It’s an audio visual experience worth the ticket price, people stepping on your shoes and trying to walk past you when they can tell there is no space. It was just worth it. After that life changing Solange moment, having learnt from the night before we stuck around, trying to get an uber at that time was going to be a mission. He kept asking if we wanted to be picked up but the party was too good. So we kept calling, texting and it felt like I was with him where he was and he was with him where I was. Even though we were on opposite sides of town. After riding around in an uber van feeling unsafe, we made it to the after party. Who goes home at 2am on New Year’s Day? My feet hurt when I left constitutional hill but because God is good all the time and cranberry red bull is delicious. I found myself dancing alone. My phone hadn’t died because Chocolate Daddy had blessed me with a power bank.

01/01/2020, 05:03 Incoming Video Call – Chocolate Daddy

I was in the clurrb and so was he. I couldn’t fathom why he was calling but I knew I would regret not answering. So I answered. He knew I couldn’t hear him and he couldn’t hear me. He had called just to blow me kisses and look at me as he sat at the bar where he was. Have you ever seen how foolish someone looks on a video call in the club? Pure ridiculousness! That dose of affection was exactly what I needed. There is was. First Click….

Eventually….we called it a night

I haven’t made it home at 6am in a long time. My house guest, The Diplomat sat up with me and we talked about everything and nothing till 8am when we both passed out on the sofa. What a fucking fantastic way to usher in the New Year.

The Diplomat headed home later that day. I was sad to see her leave because she is an awesome spirit. Everything about her vibe is a vibe, a mood and a way of life. She is adventurous and thoughtful. Loving and cautious, basically what yin and yang really are. Around lunch time as I cleaned up my place and started cooking Chocolate Daddy woke up and tried to make plans with me and I explained to him I had plans. He told me he had met my friends and they didn’t hate him so, whatever I was doing he was doing it with me. That’s the night I caught myself mesmerized. I stopped watching him dance with his goofy smile and joined. They had turned the house lights on in the club but the night/morning had felt so perfect that the concept of it ending did not agree with me. In the corner huddled up as he was feeding me frozen strawberries Goldlink (one of my favorite rappers) was standing less than 5 meters away from me and I didn’t even want a picture. I was soaking up every bit of this moment.

So what happened next???…

Since those days, there hasn’t been a day that has passed where we haven’t spoken and I love it. He’s told him about his past heartbreaks, future desires and current struggles. Me, being the open book that I am I have kept the same energy. He doesn’t sweat me, I know he will hit me back when I shoot him a text. It won’t be days, kapo tunte tsa mapantsula. I’m lucky enough to have met someone where I was. Another almost old person who just wants to have fun and share a few pages of life. It’s great! It’s what it should be! He will make weekend plans for us and pitch with bottles of wine. I’m not worried about what could be because I am so caught up in what is.

This feels super different. I’m listening to love songs I couldn’t stomach six months ago. Smiling and engaging in small talk with co-workers. I wanna lose 5kg, step my wardrobe up, learn a dead language while wearing matching underwear with my hair and nails did. I wanna drunk dance, be fed frozen fruits and make out in public. Good God I’m ready to do things I haven’t been doing. I can admit that I’m high on affection. But if you aren’t with someone who makes you feel like you can take over the world, then is it worth it? I’ve been chasing this high for the better part of twelve years and it’s better than I imagined. It was absolutely worth the wait. Everything about it is RIGHT! I am the woman ready to receive. I have the ability to communicate my deepest desires, willing to compromise but unwilling to settle. I’m at my emotional best. I’d love to give him all the credit but a woman has been taking care of herself. The good vibes I’d been parting with are home to roost and it feels better than someone unexpectedly giving you a large sum of money. The universe confirmed in the last days of 2019 and the beginning of 2020, that I’m going to be better than good.

Who knows, anything can happen between Chocolate Daddy and I. I’m hoping for the best and leaving no room for disappointment. I’m not saying I’ll stay and suffer but I’m pretty sure whatever happens it will make for interesting pages in my book.

People will lie and make it seem as if the crazy shit you want you don’t deserve. Don’t let them fool you, you know what you deserve and I know through and through that if the person next to you won’t give it to you, they are blocking the view of someone who will be more than willing to give it to. Remember who tf you are!

Happy 2020!

Get to the nasty business of living, the occasional spanking won’t hurt!!!!

Bisou…bisou

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