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absolutebl · 2 years

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This Week in BL

July 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

GaGaOOLaLa is doing this thing where they are changing over their payment system, and they moved fast. They kicked everyone off until they re-up membership but I don’t do that on my work computer so I’m bumped until I get home.

Honestly with two of my biases (Jimmy & Pavel) holding down two decent Thai BLs right now I’m not mad about life, even with this crazy heat wave.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Triage (grey) Ep 13 fin - I forgot to download it to bring along, so I will watch and then do a full review of this one once I get home. Wait for it....

Vice Versa (Sat on YouTube) Ep 2 - I’m liking it a lot, and the tropes have started coming thick and fast. I’m finding the lead a little bit more appealing than last week, and the moment Jimmy is on screen charisma starts leaking all over the place and I’m just happy. Talay got himself a live one, I’m living for Puen the super flirt. But I’m not sure if they mean Puen to be slightly sinister about it, or if that’s just... Jimmy. Like we all know he’s hiding something. But is it a good thing or a bad thing? There’s definitely a faded mates thing going on with the show, and it’s moving fast for a 12 episode run - I hope they can keep up this pacing. How can GMMTV hit it out of the park (this show) and fail so miserably (sky) in the space of 24 hours? For those keeping track: last week’s secret password was from 2gether, this week’s was from SOTUS. FINALLY: Shoes in the bed! Shoes in the bed! After being in a bar! First Unforgotten Night, now this. Make it stop.

Coffee Melody (Mon Viki) Ep 1 - I like it! This is my kind of BL - very much on the fluffy end of the spectrum, I don’t demand my BL be complicated or gritty. There is an unfortunate overuse of sound effects a la Lovely Writer but I’m getting Cutie Pie vibes off the main character. I do like an out Queen-B who knows what he wants. And, of course, Pavel (cafe owner love interest) is just as wonderful as he should be. Frankly, i could watch Pavel make pretty drinks with tinkling piano music in the background for, well, most of my life, and not be mad about it. I already have those ambient Korean café YouTube videos on while I work, this is the BL version of that. I hope someone enterprising does a cut of all the times he simps while making a beverage against, oh I don’t know, Blue Danube Waltz or something.

Love Mechanics (Sun WeTV) Ep 5 - posted it last week, ‘cause I knew I would be out of town.

Unforgotten Night (Weds on GaGa) Ep 5 - No GaGa for me this week, resumes next. TRASH WATCH (up to ep 4) IS HERE!

Sky in Your Heart (Fri YouTube) Ep 8fin - There was a really dumb manufactured miscommunication-based parting for this final ep. They mutually pined well, I guess? But the kiss at the end was extremely poor quality for Thailand. Tut tut - you have one job to do. To put it simply, this show was boring. I don’t know exactly how to write a review of this as “boring” isn’t in my rating system but, it is a BIG SIN for me, so I guess 5/10? Watch only if you have nothing better to do. No full review because I didn’t like it. It looks like there is a special wrap-up episode next week, which considering it’s lots of KleunDao, I’ll probably enjoy more.

Even Sun (Wed iQIYI) Ep 4 - I’ll roll it into next week’s update.

Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 7 - I’ll roll it into next week.

My Secret Love (Sat YouTube Sat) Ep 8 - I’m just never gonna like the main couple (the obligatory sponge bath emerged). But I kind of like some of the side dishes. My favorite is the minor minor minor sides Tim + bestie, and with them I’m currently undergoing 2nd lead (side?) syndrome - yay Pete! Because, of course I am. On another note, is “second side syndrome” like having an extra helping of fries?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (Japan Weds GaGa) Ep 4 - actually I caught this before GaGa went bonkers: It is really hard to articulate how quintessentially old school Japanese yaoi this BL is. The way Shin overreacts to not being able to take care of Minato, it’s so teenager, but it is also so completely younger seme with an older uke yaoi archetypes. This kid is willing and able and prepared to sacrifice himself for the tiniest little bit of Minto’s comfort, and it destroys him when he cannot take care of his man. Next week, adding exes and more into the mix is going to drive Shin insane. But that’s the point. We’re at the halfway mark, by the laws of romance we should be ramping up for the major drama, also it’s about time for an actual kiss. This is Japan, though, the pacing is likely to be unpredictable especially with an age gap romance. (I feel compelled to warn you at this juncture the mostly likely outcome for this is a separation, time jump, reunion. And I could all be done in the final ep. It’s how Japan traditionally handles most of their age gap stuff. I have so much to say about this show I might start up a watch along at this juncture.

Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 9 - It’s fine, the lap setting is cute. The kissing while sitting in the lap is sexy. But I remain unmoved by the characters.

Senpai, Danjite Koidewa! (Japan Fri Viki) Ep 5 - Honestly, just too much cringe. Japan droped one it’s favorite trope: forced proximity by way of “all the trains stopped running and you have to stay at my place.” It’s a popular one.The sharing the parfait was cute, but I am getting a little exhausted by the constant navel gazing stalker thing.

In Case You Missed it

Semantic Error won a Blue Dragon award.

Kpop group OnlyOneOf is releasing a series of solo songs by members with a linked BL storyline. I found it very engaging, even though I am not wild about the song itself. I chatter about it and another Kpop BL crossover here.

The BL Express published a Guide To Every Singapore LGBT Short Film And Web Series Available On YouTube

Japanese short BL 8.2 second (under 1 hr) is available in 5 parts on YouTube. AKA 8.2 Byo no Hosoku. About a schoolboy who makes magic candy for a series of handsome classmates, questing for a soulmate. Each ep is a new love interest and while the sweets help others, they keep failing to bring him love. Of course h's overlooking someone. The lead was very good and the theme, cooking, and eventually romance were charming, but it is a series of BL vignettes not really a cohesive story, no kisses or anything. Japan doesn’t give us sweet BL this short very often, so it was nice to see them try out the style.

Gossip

New Thai BL announced I am very excited about: Wish Me Luck, boss/employee dynamic staring my boy Fiat (from SOTUS S, My Gear and Your Gown, and most recently Triage) and Na from UWMA & KP. Plot: Uni student interns as an adman under (corrupt?) CEO creating commercials and hunting down traitors within the company. It’s Thai and there is no trailer so will it happen? 50% chance.

Next Week Looks Like This:

This week’s best moments?

Like we can take them off you, sweetheart.

GL gest cameo in Vice Versa.

Really Thailand? Well that got unexpectedly kinky. Gonna make him like your boots? THAT YOU ARE WEARING IN BED.

Everyone say: Thank you Thailand. (My Secret Love’s side dish getting VERY dishy indeed.)

(last week)

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wh6res · 3 years

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127 SQUAD AND ROMANTIC BF TINGS

tw a lil bit of suggestive on jae's but nothing explicit

✰ — TAEIL would sing lullabies over the phone or video call. you and him would just be doing your own thing, not talking but enjoying being each other's presence. he'll probably pull out his guitar and start singing random songs until he eventually notices you fell asleep on him. will not end the call and when you wake up in the morning, his snores and his cute sleeping face is the first thing you see. "love? you still there? ... taeil?" then laugh out loud when you hear his snores instead. "okay yeah lets sleep more" the call will only end probably because his phone died. he kinda strikes me as a guy who's phone is always < 50% battery lmao

✰ — JOHNNY is your everything. literally. as long as he has the power of youtube, google, and instruction manuals on his side, he can fix anything and everything for you. we've all seen him do crafty things on jcc lmao so it'll probably apply to relationships as well. will 100% say you now owe him cuddles for fixing something for you. you kinda dont like the fact that he's doing all these things for you so you try doing them on your own without him knowing only to fail big time. "what did we learn today?" "never touch the pipes under the sink" "and?" "and always ask johnny for help" "nuh-uh thats not how i said it" you sigh exasperatedly "always let my smokin hot amazing handsome boyfriend johnny suh get the job done"

✰ — TAEYONG doesn't care whether you take the time shopping or not. in fact, he loves seeing you all excited and giddy for pampering yourself as you should. totally the type to hold the paper bags even if you complain and say you can manage on your own. is a complete angel and will wait patiently outside changing rooms and will give you genuine insight he has of the clothes you picked. "that looks nice. you should get that. the length is just right and the sleeves help accentuate your waist" "really yongie?" "yes love. i mean you look pretty in everything anyway" miss ma'am my heart just fucking melted ?¿?

✰ — YUTA doesn't look like it but will exert real effort into things. would be the type to have a note or a google doc about your favorite orders from restaurants because he just loves how your eyes light up appreciatively and you look so smitten by him. its like a cheat sheet. eventually he memorizes the list with how much time he spends with you and he wont even need it. the type to always bring you food before meeting you (if its just hanging out inside the house). "no way! i was just craving for these!" he smiles before kissing your forehead, volunteering to put the food out its container for you. "i figured. you'd been working since this afternoon. lets eat first then you can tell me about what you've been working on so i can help you, okay?"

✰ — DOYOUNG loves cooking for you. i highkey feel like its his love language? like cooking for you and seeing your eyes light up as it darts back to him after you take your first bite from whatever he cooked just gives him so much happiness. its disgustingly sappy and he doesn't like talking about it. now he understood fully what it meant to see your loved ones eating and being full yourself or some shit. idk how the actual quote goes okay dont come 4 me but u probably get it. anyway the type to always pack you lunch and will get hella mad if you skip meals. "what do you mean you havent eaten yet?" "yeah but i will after i--" "you mean you're going to eat Now?" "what? no maybe later--" "thats it im coming over"

✰ — JAEHYUN would be the type to make you playlists. its really random sometimes he'll send them to you in the early morning for the heck of it bc he cant sleep. most of the time its him being horny lmao the frat boy in him awakening and sending you a playlist called imma blow your back out or something extremely cringey and thirsty pls dont block his sorry ass maybe he'd spell out the words using song titles too! idk jae just rlly strikes me as a guy who's love language is music. "hey babe did you check the playlist i sent you?" "wtf its 4am???" "oh so you havent listened to it yet?" "fuck off" but at the end of the day he'll come over and will use the playlist to,,, you know,,, do the sexy thing ;)

✰ — JUNGWOO always makes sure you walk on the inside of the road. you know when you're walking in the street and he softly nudges your waist? yes. will probably even scold you playfully because with how long its been since you both are together, "babe you always walk on the inside of the road how many times do i have to tell you?" is also the type to remind you to wear your seatbelt immediately after hopping onto his car. would ask you Again while in the middle of the car ride because he forgot that he already asked you earlier. please don't mind him he's just looking out for you bb. "seatbelt?" "yes, babe. already done" "are you sure? i dont think i heard it click--" "babe eyes on the road please" "oh right sorry"

✰ — MARK sends you tiktoks, vines, or memes. this is his love language fite me im calling it. he just wants to see you laugh too okay? thats why he does it. i mean it made him laugh, so maybe it will you laugh too. also because he hopes to make inside jokes with u cuz he believes thats how people really get close and stuff. would definitely love it if you do the same thing with him. you'd be chilling in the sofa while khalid plays on the bluetooth speaker and he'll suddenly go "babe babe babe check this out!" then you both proceed to laugh at a vine for the next thirty minutes <3 #living.the.yn.life

✰ — HAECHAN will do your skincare for you when you're drunk or super tired that you just passed out cold on the bed. would probably come into the room to see you snoring and tutting bc now he has to do it for you again but meh deep down he loves it because he enjoys admiring your sleeping face. its sorta like a healing thing for him? yeah it just washes away all the stress he's feeling and bb is just excited about the idea that this becomes "your thing" with him if u get what im saying? altho the next day he'll probably use it as a leverage to get out of chores :) "no way im not folding our clothes" "and why is that?" "i took your make up off yesterday u know how hard that is? im still tired" "but its literally the next day--" "awww thank you for doing my chores, baby! u the best!" ._.

#nct #nct 127 #jaehyun #taeyong #taeil #johnny #yuta #jungwoo #haechan #mark #doyoung #nct 127 headcanons #nct 127 hcs #nct headcanons #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 x y/n #nct 127 x you

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notveryglittery · 4 years

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birthday prince (2)

summary: roman had no idea it was possible to die from too much love but logan sure is trying. words: 2,000 / ship: logince (logan/roman) author’s note: this is part two of my Giving The Gay Anything He Wants series for roman’s birthday (june 4)! all ships are written implied romantic but i’m not stopping you from interpreting it otherwise. check the end notes on ao3 for credit on these gifts (bc i don’t know where to put them in this post)! i hope you enjoy!!

part 1 (roceit) | part 2 (logince) | part 3 (prinxiety) part 4 (royality) | part 5 (dlampts) read on ao3

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Roman woke to the smell of bacon. And eggs. And hash browns. … Cinnamon rolls too, maybe? He groaned, rolling over onto his back. Kicking his legs up, he used the following momentum to swing himself into a sitting position. There was a little bit of vertigo at moving so quickly, but this was how he always got himself out of bed since it usually provided him a sudden surge of energy. He squinted, looking towards the door, and trying to decide how badly he actually wanted to get out of bed in order to have breakfast. On the one hand, it all smelled absolutely mouthwatering. On the other hand, he was very warm and comfortable.

Three precise knocks made the decision for him.

"Roman, are you awake?"

At the sound of Logan's voice, a smile lit up Roman's face. "Yes! Come in!"

The scents of all the tempting foods were much stronger now and, as Logan entered carrying a tray in one hand, it became clear as to why. Logan was still wearing an apron and there was a smidge of flour on his forehead. He moved carefully so as not to spill or drop anything. Roman hoped the mug was filled with coffee made with too much cream and sugar. Before he could offer any help, Logan gestured at him to sit back; in the same moment, he flipped the legs of the tray open. Once Roman was settled, Logan set the stand down over his lap. His nose had been right in picking out eggs, bacon, and hash browns. There was a small bowl of fruit (with green grapes, his favorite!) and yes, the coffee was the exact color as he liked it.

"There are cinnamon rolls baking still," Logan said, sitting down on the mattress and reaching forward to brush Roman's hair back from his eyes. His smile was so soft and fond, Roman thought he might melt if it were directed at him for too much longer. "Did you sleep well?"

Catching Logan's hand before he could pull away completely, Roman pressed a kiss to the bottom of his palm. "I did, thank you. So, what's this for, then?"

Logan shook his head, as if he didn't understand the question. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. Eat. I'll return momentarily."

He was up and gone by the time Roman remembered that his birthday was later that week. He laughed a little, burying his face in his hands. The food was delectable, all of it still hot and fresh. Somehow, the coffee was even better than usual; perhaps because it had been made and served by someone he cared for so dearly. He scrolled through social media as he ate, feeling happy and relaxed. It was an exceedingly nice way to start his morning, especially knowing that he had plenty of things to deal with later on.

True to his word, Logan was back in roughly twenty minutes. He had a plate and two glasses of milk. He seemed satisfied that Roman had finished all his food and, with a snap of his fingers, removed the breakfast tray. He left his things on the bedside table and pulled a notebook from thin air. Roman recognized it as one of his many planners. He sat down again, posture slightly stiff, but Roman could tell it was because he was resisting joining Roman in bed. He wondered how he could convince him…

Flipping through the pages, Logan adjusted his glasses before beginning. “As far as I’m aware, the tasks you had scheduled for today were the following: selecting the name and song for Shoutout Sunday, washing the linens, preparing April’s shorts for compiling, and… corralling Remy to ensure Thomas sleeps well tonight.”

Roman snorted at Logan’s choice of words. “That’s all of it. Thank you for breakfast, darling. I’ve got plenty of energy to get started now!”

Logan tutted and held up a hand to stop Roman from getting up any further. “It is taken care of.”

Roman frowned. “... Pardon?”

“Your chores. The last load of laundry is in the dryer now. I’ve spoken with Thomas regarding Sunday’s video. Bargaining with Remy did take some time. However— Are you crying?” Logan’s voice hitched in sudden concern and he reached over to cradle Roman’s cheek in his hand.

Roman sniffled. “It’s okay, Lo. I’m happy… Just a little overwhelmed.” He pressed his own hand against Logan’s and gave him a shaky smile. “Why did you do all of this?”

Logan shifted so that he was better facing Roman. “You deserve to be taken care of. That is a constant, of course. In particular, this is in celebration of your birthday. I am well aware of the shenanigans made for the day itself so I thought I would ‘jump the gun,’ so to speak.”

Roman didn’t want to be dramatic or anything (hah) but he was pretty sure Logan was trying to kill him. “I haven’t the faintest idea how I could begin to thank you.”

“That’s just fine,” Logan reassured him. “I wouldn’t want you to, anyway.”

Roman laughed under his breath and gently moved away from Logan’s hold. He wiped at the tears that lingered on his eyelashes. “Well, it seems I have more free time than I thought I would. Have you got anything else up your sleeves?”

“Seeing as this garment lacks the necessary amount of fabric to do so, no. However, I did have something in mind that I believe you would enjoy participating in?”

“Lead the way, my star.”

After giving Roman some time to freshen up and change, they left his room, snacking on their cinnamon rolls and milk as they walked. It was still early, not yet noon, and Roman appreciated the peaceful atmosphere more than he thought he would. Normally, there would be music playing, or the television on as background noise in the living room, or the kitchen full of clanging utensils. This was pleasant. Having Logan with him made it all the better.

Eventually, Logan paused at the door between his and Patton's rooms. It was decorated with stickers, paint, glitter, buttons — any and all crafts that would fit basically, for that's exactly what was on the other side. Simply called the Crafts room, it was a creative space available for anyone to use however they pleased. Roman most often honed his vocal talents but he knew that Virgil liked to paint murals on the walls. When Logan led the way inside, the room transformed to match his vision. Warm sunlight spilled in from multiple windows. There was a rolling cart filled with every color of paint Roman could ever think of and more. There were a handful of easels, all holding various sizes of canvases. On the table in the center of the room was a stack of paper bound by ribbon, numerous pens, and a platter of snacks. Speakers set up in the corners of the room were already playing music.

"Will this suffice?" Logan asked, breaking Roman out of his daze.

"Suffice… Moonbeam, this is wonderful! And that smell… Is it—?"

"Jasmine to produce feelings of confidence and Eucalyptus to boost creativity."

“Well, they certainly are doing the trick!” Roman exclaimed, skipping fully into the room. He darted for the nearest easel, grabbing the handle on the cart as he did and pulling it over with him. His head was already full of ideas, sprawling landscapes and detailed portraits and, and, and!

The next hour passed in comfortable silence. They did, occasionally, duet along to various Broadway or Disney love songs that came through on their playlist. Sometimes, they dissolved into giggles afterwards, or they’d pause in their work to send each other sappy smiles. Sure, Roman was immensely curious about what Logan was working on, but he knew best what an awful thing it was to be interrupted while spending time with one's muse and motivation. Besides, he wasn't sure he could find a moment to pause in his own projects even if he wanted to. He moved from canvas to canvas smoothly, a new creation springing to mind the second he finished the last. There was an open expanse of night sky, stars dotted in yellow, blue, and red; a portrait of the lovely Valerie, dressed up and imagined as one of Roman's fellow knights; some abstract thing that was only recognizable from upside down and depended on the viewer having seen Parks and Rec at least two and a half times.

Eventually, though, his energy waned, and he set down his paintbrushes to take a break. He dropped a kiss to the top of Logan's head as he stepped by before taking a seat at the table, and reaching for the snacks. He went for a bagel but appreciated the variety of fruits and veggies, too. A few minutes later, Logan looked up from his work. He looked satisfied.

“All done?” Roman asked, interest piqued once more.

“Yes. Thank you for your patience.”

“Oh. Lo, that’s nothing you need to thank me for. This was really nice. Honestly, I didn’t realize how badly I needed it.”

Logan leaned closer, startling Roman when he kissed him quickly on the nose. Logan licked his lips after, smirking. “You had a bit of cream cheese…”

Roman made a sound akin to a tea kettle whistling.

Wasting no time, Logan stood and positioned himself in front of one of the windows. He looked as handsome as ever, silhouetted by the sunlight. He seemed relaxed and confident and Roman quite suddenly began to worry about his well being again.

He squinted at the brightest star in his sky. “... What are you up to?”

Logan cleared his throat. And began to sing.

It felt like the floor gave out underneath Roman. He might as well have no longer been tethered to his body. It was a miracle he stayed present enough to continue listening; he assumed it had something to do with knowing that missing even a millisecond of this would be the biggest regret he could make. Not only was Logan singing, completely of his own volition, he was singing about Roman. Lines about his bravery and his recklessness, his confidence and his ego, his creations and his work ethic. It was balanced, neither too praising nor too harsh. There was mention of how much love he carried, of how he deserved to receive as much as he gave, of how there was magic at his fingertips.

By the time Logan finished, Roman was outright sobbing. It wasn’t fair, how someone he loved so much, so so much, could make something so beautiful and heartfelt for him. How was he ever supposed to return the favor? When Logan pulled him up and out of the chair, he fell easily into his arms and tried to quiet his weeping.

“I would apologize for making you cry but that would be apologizing for the things I said, which I cannot do. I mean every word. My life is better with you in it. You inspire us all to be our very best and that is so admirable. Happy birthday, your highness.”

“Stop, stop,” Roman argued weakly, pouting up at Logan. “You’re killing me. You’re so cruel.”

Logan smiled down at him. He took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and patted Roman’s face dry. “I suppose you’ll do something about it?”

“Yes,” Roman answered vehemently. “Your punishment is to be trapped in a pillow prison. A blanket barricade. Confined by cuddles.”

“Oh no. That final one might be the worst sentence of them all.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s jawline before firmly grabbing his hands. “I’ll have to stay and make sure you don’t escape, of course.” He began to pull Logan out of the room, cheeks starting to hurt from his wide smile.

“Of course,” Logan agreed, in a tone so gentle, it should have been impossible.

Perhaps Roman kept this thief of his heart wrapped up extra tight and snug in his arms, but that wasn’t really anybody else’s business, now was it?

#sanders sides fan fiction #logince #logince fan fiction #roman sanders #logan sanders #gifts for roman's bday #dani writes

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tooweirdforyou · 4 years

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Matchmaking Time ♡ » @kaku-lover

matchup request ; Alrighty! I can't wait to see who you match me with 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 (i will love anything you write)

I'm like 5'0, i have short brown hair, and honey-brown eyes. I'm chubby so I'm perfect for hugging 😌

I've had people describe me as kind and sweet. I'm generally really patient, but it can depend. I'm quiet around people I don't know, loud around those i do know, and I have a quick temper😳. I'm rather opinionated on things like human rights and injustice. I'm rather protective of my friends and extremely loyal. It would take a very good reason for me to turn my back on someone and even then it would seriously depend.

I like to read and play video games (I'm kind of boring dhdhf) I also like to write poetry sometimes. I love most kinds of music, and I still appreciate the ones that I don't. I'm the kind of person who unironically enjoys the song Boyfriend by Big Time Rush.

If it's okay, just please don't consider Akinu or Blackbeard. I... have very strong negative feelings on them. I hope that's okay, I really don't mean to sound rude or demanding :(

Both male and female are okay with me!

Eee, I hope I didn't write too much! I'm excited to see who you choose for me :D

Thank you~~~

Hii! You kind of sound like me, haha. Except I don’t write poetry, but instead fanfics! And you don’t sound rude at all, I understand.

I’ll most likely not match anyone with those two regardless but I appreciate you telling me. :) and bless my fellow chubby and short people. :D

So, without further ado, I match you with..

Revolutionary Sabo!

So, the blonde beauty is the perfect match for you, in terms of a male pairing.

Sabo would actually absolutely adore your height, since he’s a little over six feet. He can wrap his arms around you and place his chin on top of your head and just hold you close into his arms. -u•

He really appreciates your loyalty towards your friends and loved ones, since he is as well. Your kindness only adds to your attractiveness and how cute you are to him, and he isn’t at all bothered by your quick temper. He grew up with Ace, remember? He knows how to handle it, haha.

Sabo also reads daily, whether it’s to study or brush up on some information, he enjoys opening a book or two occasionally. He’s a playful person and would definitely be pretty competitive if you ever play games with him!

Now Sabo isn’t a huge fan of much music in my taste, but he does appreciate all forms of art. So your poetry would interest him and he’d ask if he can read a few entries you wrote.

Oh, and no worries that you’re quiet when you first meet, Sabo is a natural smooth talker and he’s very patient and understanding, so he’ll definitely get you to open up pretty quickly but at your pace, of course.

“Hm? Oh, there you are, angel. I was wondering where you were. Come on, let’s go to the bedroom and cuddle for a bit, maybe even read a book or two.”

Overall, I truly believe that Sabo is the best match for you, and I think you two would really hit it off. ;)

Bellemere!

This beautiful woman is the perfect match for you, in terms of a female pairing.

First off, Bellemere was a former marine, I believe, and she strongly agrees and believes / supports your opinion on justice and loves how loyal you are, because she is as well. She admires loyalty.

She shares your interests in different music, she likes listening to many and I believe her favorites is more of a soft melody type, piano music mainly. And she’d love to hear your poetry if you ever feel like sharing, though, she might zone out when she hears your voice because your voice is her favorite thing to hear. :)

Bellemere loves how sweet and cuddly you are, she really loves to hug people and you are perfect for that! She doesn’t mind your temper, since she had to raise two girls by herself so she’s also used to it and knows how to handle it.

She is extremely playful and loving and as much as she loves you, she will dominate you in all your video games so good luck. >:D she isn’t a fan of all games but she’s always willing to try whatever she’s never tried though.

“Come on, you’ve beaten me once, soak it in. I let you win because you were being cute. Next time, I won’t be so nice, so let’s have a rematch!”

So overall, Bellemere is a really great match for you in my opinion, I really think you two are compatible. :3

Honorable Mention : Issho / Fujitora

Obviously, if you aren’t into older people, then Fujitora is more of a father figure in your life, and I believe he’s someone that would be great to have a platonic relationship with.

Your opinionated thoughts on justice and the fact that you are extremely loyal and protective is already a perfect match for Fujitora.

Plus, this man is a big child, I’m positive, so he’s a great opponent for your video games. Think of like a cool / best grandpa that you have, you know? :)

A/N : IDK WAS THAT A GOOD MATCHUP? is that how you do these things? :> I thought it was okay. I would probably go in more depth and give more details and such, like first date, first kiss and etc, but I’m Saving those for AHEM Valentine’s Day,

And, I’m still sick but I wanted this out so people have a good idea of what specifically I do for these matchups so.. hopefully this was okay? TuT

(also if I had to pick a match for you off the very top of my head, it would probably be Ace because I feel like he would treat his partner right and you deserve it 😤 plus I feel like with your kind personality, it would mesh well with his. Ace seems like he would gravitate to kindness, and he would definitely ask Marco for help on how to take care of you when you get sick. He's adventurous, so he could bring a lot of excitement to you and he would probably have a wide variety of things he likes to do, so whatever your hobbies are, he'd at least try once. With you being sweet, it would help heal those painful cracks in his heart. While he doesn't expect you to "fix" him, your affection would over time help him anyways. If someone so nice can love him, maybe he does deserve to be happy.) ((If you drop some personality info/preference info, let me know and I'll totally do a more indepth and more thoughtout matchup for you♡♡))

okay, the fact that you even made a matchup for me is so sweet and :0 ACE?? omgg 😭 omg, this was already so sweet enough of you already and so much, and you’re willing to write more?? ahhh, my heart. I luv this 🥺🥰❤️ thank you!

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #matchmaking time 🤍#kaku lover #one piece matchup #syd’s matchup

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years

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In Tatters: Five

Steve and Bucky held you between them, careful to make sure you were warm enough now that the heat of passion had cooled a little, and you’d been pleasantly exhausted by their efforts to keep Bucky’s promise to make you see stars.

The full-size bed was a tight fit, but the mattress was soft, and your taste in bedding was comfortable. The closeness was nice too, they decided, smiling at each other. With you mostly sleeping on them and not the mattress, they could touch you and each other.

“Buck,” Steve whispered, tucking a soft, faux fur blanket around you tenderly.

“Yeah, Stevie?” Bucky answered, kissing Steve’s hand he was holding before kissing your head.

“Can we keep her?” he asked.

Bucky smiled tenderly and rubbed the back of your neck to soothe you back to sleep when you whimpered in your sleep, disturbed by the deep rumble of their voices. “I don’t think we have a choice,” he chuckled. “Girls that can handle both of us are a little hard to find.”

“Handle us?” Steve answered, “Baby, she was running the show.”

“And it was great,” Bucky murmured, a little in awe of you as you nuzzled into his chest. It really had been. The haze of heat and sweat. Hunger. Bucky knew, at least a little, that you had taken a risk being that open with them about your past. And the illness they knew you had but never really discussed with them.

“I think we love her,” Steve murmured, smiling as he tucked the both of you closer.

“I think you’re right,” Bucky answered softly.

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Things settle into a pattern quickly after that night. Steve and Bucky quickly learn the tells for when you’re not feeling your best. Sleeping a lot or not at all. Having no sex drive. Having no appetite or only wanting to eat one specific kind of ice cream that they only sell in your home town and nothing else.

It’s little things. A lot of little things. But it’s a simple adjustment. And one that they’re happy to learn. They want you to be comfortable. They want you to understand that they care about you. So, they flex where they need to flex and give you space and support as it’s necessary. And you return the favor, eager to please. Eager to love them. It’s satisfying, they decide as they tuck you into their lives.

It isn’t easy.

Missions take them away from you. Sometimes for long periods, leaving you to wait. And worry. Mostly alone, but for the friends that you worked with.

“Bunny,” Bucky murmured into the phone, “Are you feeling okay?” Steve stopped putting gear into a bag and looked that way, concerned.

“I’m fine,” you answer, taking off your glasses and pinching the bridge of your nose, “it’s just been a long day. I’m a little tired.”

“Did you take your medicine?” he asks, walking a little closer to Steve so he can hear.

“Yeah,” you answer, “I just... It’s been a long day. I guess I got used to sleeping on muscles instead of my bed.”

Bucky chuckles and hands Steve the phone, “Don’t worry Bunny,” he says, “We’ll be home with you before you know it. Natasha’s gettin’ sick of our shit. And we miss our girl.”

“Promise?” you ask softly.

“Promise,” they answer together, looking at each other. You really are tired. The kind of tired that isn’t just sleepless nights and long work hours. You need time and some attention. Probably, Steve figures, not even that much attention. Only some time to lay in bed with them and be cozy and loved while you’re all just together.

“Okay,” you answer softly.

“Bunny?” Steve asks, “You got a video up for us to watch on the way home?”

“I did this week’s musical chairs,” you answer, smiling a little.

“What’d you cover?” Bucky followed. He hated musicals, but he liked watching you review them. It was all the entertainment you got out of watching them without him having to actually watch it to understand it and sound smart at press events.

“Hello, Dolly,” you answer, “Figured we were about due for it, given the next big movie bubble is about to burst and probably bankrupt someone.”

“Spoilers!” Bucky scolded, “I don’t want the overview. I want to know everything.”

You give them a tired laugh, “My bad but... You don’t have any cultural context for it, yet so I’m not worried.”

“Fair point,” Bucky conceded, “Ya, nerd.”

“I had to be good at something, I guess,” you answer, cheeks heating.

“Bunny,” Steve said gently, catching Natasha’s eye through a door frame, “We gotta go, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur, “Be safe?”

“You know it,” Bucky answers.

“I love you,” you tell them quietly, before hanging up.

For a second, they’re both too stunned to move. It’s the first ‘I love you.’ However, quickly it was said they felt that it was real. Really real, and it scared you. A lot. Putting your heart on the line. And they made a mental note to bring you presents. Some of your favorite things. Anything they can do to reaffirm to you that they really do love you too.

“Aww,” Nat said, smiling a little, “You call her Bunny?”

“She’s soft,” Steve said, cheeks coloring.

“And she’s perpetually hopping,” Bucky added fondly.

“Literally?” Sam asked, smirking.

“No,” they snort together.

_________

Steve and Bucky let themselves into your apartment with their key and looked around. The apartment was dim. Not Dark, you’d left the light on above the stove and a lamp on in the living room. A habit you developed after tripping on Steve’s shoes coming home in the dark one too many times.

“Bunny?” Steve called, “You home?”

Silence greeted him, and he traded looks with Bucky, who was already headed back towards the bedroom as Steve went towards the office. “Clear,” Bucky called quietly headed towards the bathroom to look for you there. Steve’s fingers froze, hovering above the door handle. He didn’t know why your apartment being so quiet scared him so much, but it did. Your house was never this quiet. Not even when you weren’t here.

“Clear,” Bucky called again, turning back towards Steve.

Steve took a deep breath. He knew Bucky could hear his heart pounding because he could hear Bucky’s. But he opened the door.

As it crept open, he stepped inside slowly. “Oh, Bunny,” he sighed, the tension easing in his chest. You were asleep at your desk, drooling on a paper pad, with your headphones on and editing software opened.

Bucky peered over Steve’s shoulder and chuckled, tutting softly, “All tuckered out, and we haven’t even had a crack at her yet.”

Steve shook his head and sighed, walking into the room quietly and gently taking your headphones off. “Hey, baby girl,” he murmurs, shaking your shoulder to wake you.

“Fuck!” You yelp, jerking bolt upright, paper stuck to your face and ink smeared places where you drooled on it.

“Easy, Bunny,” Bucky chuckled as you sat back in your chair, panting and trying to catch your breath.

“Hey,” Steve murmured, “sweetheart, you okay?” He pulls the paper off your face and smoothes hair back tenderly.

Bucky ducks into the bathroom to get a washcloth and hurries back to hear you murmuring that you’re fine.

“That heart rate doesn’t sound fine,” Bucky said gently, kneeling next to Steve to wipe the ink off your face.

“It was just a bad dream,” you answer, leaning into the touch.

“What were you dreaming about?” Steve asked.

“I really don’t wanna talk about it,” you answer, squeezing Steve’s hand. “I’m just happy you’re home.”

“Us too,” Bucky said, “We’ve been waiting a whole week to tell you we love you too.”

“Yeah, Bunny,” Steve scolded, tickling your side, “You hung up before we could say it back.”

“Really?” you ask, nervously tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Are you kidding?” Bucky said teasing, kissing the cheek he just wiped off, “I’ve never seen someone drool and look so cute... Not even Steve.”

Tags: @lancsnerd @past-perfect-future-tense, @lookinsidemyhead, @rinkashirikitateku, @dumbubblegum

#poly stucky #steve x reader x bucky #Bucky Barnes #soft steve #Steve rogers #stucky x reader #fluff #domestic stucky #mild angst #hurt/comfort

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danielaeditsthings · 4 years

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Hey, your edits are amazing! I think I watched them on the loop for 1000x times XD I'm just trying editing myself, and I was wondering, what tuts you used for learning the sound effects? Like, cleaning dialogues, making shooting sounds more distinct, etc. I'm using premiere, but I just don't know where to start on sound design, everything I find is so overwhelming :/ Could you please point me out in the right direction? I live for your fights/shooting sync, so good!

First off, thank you, that means a lot.

The best tip I can give you is a piece of advice my brother, who is a comedian, told me, "Daniela, the only way a joke can land is if it feels natural." I use this for everything—edits, writing, design... etc. Any art form for it to speak to someone has to feel natural. If it is forced... it doesn't land. Usually, making it feel "natural" takes the most time. I will move clips around for hours until it fits.

The second best editing tip/life advice that has impacted me came from my dad, "Make sure that you give 100% with anything that has your name on it. If you don't, you will regret it." Make sure that whatever you do (even when starting out) is your 100%. Your 100% will change as you continue through your journey.. but the only way to improve is to give that 100% each time.

Now to help you save time, Here are some things that will help you in your editing journey. A lot of these took me years to figure out, so I am thrilled to save you time.

1. You will need to make sure that the episode/movie that you are downloading has a thing called 5.1 audio. This means that the audio is separated into channels/stems. Usually, the voice-overs, sound effects, and music are divided into different channels/stems. You just have to go into the audio preferences in your editing software and select the stem you need. This is how I can take out most of the background music.

Sometimes you will not be able to do this. The second best way to remove background audio is a thing called a center channel extractor. This is a good tutorial for that... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNW4bfqgsO0

2. The best way to find sound effects as a beginner is YouTube. Once you find a good sound effect, use a YouTube to mp3 converter (you can google it... there are a lot to choose from) to get an mp3 version of it.

3. The best way to balance everything out is by ear. Make sure that the music isn't too loud that you can't hear the voices. If you find this is a problem in an edit, bring the music down a little. Sometimes people will increase the voice-over and not lower the music. It may be a balance of the two, that is why it is best to use your ears. Also, make sure that your sound effects are not deafening. They should stand out a little, but should also be balanced.

Look up "keyframing" online for some good tutorials on how to lower audio slightly and bring it back up again. Keyframing audio/video is probably the most important thing you can learn as an editor. A lot of techniques are connected to keyframing, so I suggest getting good at it.

4. I am a very visual learner, so I watch a lot of other people's edits. Sometimes I will watch a technique someone does and try to copy it. I usually try to do something new in each edit I do. That way, I get good at new techniques and new methods of editing. Also, Google everything. There is usually a tutorial you can find. If something seems scary or confusing, look it up online. I tell people I graduated from YouTube university. :P

Here are some of my favorite editors.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8gb5NmMEfm8JrR7y9MLfYg

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5ON8_f3vM3DuYkQAQK7fPQ

https://www.youtube.com/user/Shainira

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-CLafLBPr4UBrS8SuiuGGA

https://www.youtube.com/user/Zurik23M23

5. The best way to edit to the beat is by looking at the waveforms/audio...

Hopefully, this helps you get started. If you have any other questions or concerns I am here to help. My messages and DM’s are always open. :)

I sometimes show BTS of my editing on my timelines on my Instagram page (@daniela_edits_things) if you want to see that at all.

Happy editing!

#editing tips #skiesfallithurts

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selfships-in-spanish · 5 years

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THE FILTH ANON 🍆 HAS RETURNED BITCHES Fuuuuck that filth was beautiful I loved it 👏 Speaking of filth, I propose more filth. Ona walking around without panties for the day and our favorite twins take advantage bc it’s Easy Access yo!

Filth anon I missed the 🍆 in my ask box

Infinite thanks to @tinmiss1939 for helping me with mistakes and wording things better and giving the best ideas. What would I do without you

Enjoy!!

It was a picture. Just a picture taken with a phone, but that picture showed Detective Boix with that tight pencil skirt she bought the other day, pulled up just enough to show how there was nothing underneath it. Just smooth honey skin, that tiny freckle on her buttock that drove him crazy, absolutely nothing but her full, meaty bu–

“Connor, for fuck’s sake!” Connor stared dumbfoundedly at Hank, while the lieutenant snapped his fingers in front of his eyes. The lieutenant had an annoyed frown and Connor knew it had been there for a while, judging by the scowl he was sporting too. “Did something snap or fry inside that brain of yours? That,” Hank pointed at Connor’s LED ”has been lighting up like a disco ball.”

“My apologies, Lieutenant.” Hank’s deepening scowl made him stutter. “H-Hank. Everything is fine.”

“Yeah? Well, Mr. Victim here isn’t, so let’s get back to it.” Hank stepped away from Connor and the car parked just outside of the crime scene. The other officers already restricted the area to keep away civilians and nosey neighbours.

Connor nodded and followed the lieutenant inside the house, sending Ona a text back.

“Naughty minx.”

Ona replied with a smiley face with its tongue out, followed by another message.

“This is payback for the other day.”

Ben was already there and briefed them both about what they found out for now.

“Which day?”

Hank began looking around, inspecting the rooms to get a general idea about what happened. Connor followed him, using his enhanced features to find the hidden clues and marks not visible to the simple eye.

“Don’t play dumb, you know which one.”

Connor felt a smile tug at his lips. He perfectly knew what day she was talking about. He pulled up the video footage stored in his memory of Ona stuttering and blushing on seeing both him and Richard with the collar of their shirts open and first buttons undone, giving her a perfect view of their collarbones and a bit of their chests. The little shits even put on a bit of that cologne that Ona loved for their little date night. They always did their homework when it came to Ona.

“You are a vengeful one, teacup.”

Connor chuckled at Richard’s message. He was sure Richard had a small smile on his own lips too.

“Fear the wrath of a horny girlfriend.”

“And what will this wrath do?” Both Ona and Connor could see Richard raising a precisely designed eyebrow as he always did when he teased her.

“She will execute her vengeance through tight mini skirts and garter belts.”

Connor inhaled sharply, needing to cool down his quickly burning fans.

“That wasn’t in the picture you sent.” He interjected quickly, needing to know.

“Oh, wasn’t it?”

Connor followed the almost faded fingerprints on a suspicious surface, searching through the DPD database for a match. He left the scan running in the background, his attention focusing on the conversation between him, Richard and Ona.

“Terribly vengeful.” Richard tutted, probably shaking his head with a smile.

“This isn’t fair and you know it.” Connor looked around, as if afraid of someone peeking inside his mind for a moment or that he was broadcasting his thoughts. He decided he was safe. “Do you have them on?”

“You will have to come and see for yourself if I do.”

“You are cruel.”

“>;)”

The fingerprint results came in. A match was found. Connor informed Hank and began the paperwork for warrants to search the suspect’s home. Meanwhile they kept searching every room for more clues and evidence that helped support the suspicions of the possible perp. Hank’s eyes wandered to Connor more than once, and the android noticed it but refused to meet his stare or ask about it. But, Hank was nothing if persistent, and he always went after the truth behind things. And right now, that truth was Connor.

“You okay there, Connor?” Hank pointed to his own temple, the same side where Connor’s LED was.

“Yes Hank, everything is under control.” Connor didn’t have to look into a mirror to know his LED was firing up. Hank decided that Connor at least had the decency to look slightly ashamed of his blatant lie.

“Huh. Well, you sure?” Hank turned around, scratching his beard. “If something isn’t, uh, you know you can tell me, right Connor?”

Connor couldn’t help but to smile.

“I know, Hank. Thank you.”

Hank nodded, taking his cue to leave the room. Connor knew Hank still had his problems in showing affection and care for anyone again, so it was awkward for him to voice it out and show it at all. Connor was a patient android, though, and he would keep trying to chase the bad thoughts away.

Connor watched Hank leave muttering something, probably something to do with secretive androids, but Connor decided to not mention it. It was better not to remind Hank that androids had very acute hearing.

After giving the room another quick sweep just in case he missed anything, Connor got out of the crime scene to let the officers and forensics finish their jobs while he and Hank continued the investigation. Hank was already waiting for him in the car, fumbling with the old music panel controls until he found a song he wanted to hear. Connor opened the passengers door, neatly sitting down and putting on the seat belt.

Hank’s Oldsmobile roared to life and Hank set course for the DPD, but not without thinking about getting some food when they were near it. Maybe Connor would indulge him today, he had been good the whole week and ate all the healthy food Connor shoved in his face. Connor didn’t have to know about the midnight snacks. Although Connor probably already knew. Sneaky little shit.

But his good mood about grabbing something to eat on the go, and Connor not pulling a displeased frown, went away when Reed’s sneer faced him. Apparently he and Richard came back from another case they were dealing with, and was in a terrible mood because with Gavin, God knows why. Maybe the coffee machine broke again and the technician didn’t come yet, or maybe it was the vending machine, or someone decided to take a shit in the men’s restroom and he came right after, or…

Or maybe because Detective Boix was on desk duty and decided to be every straight man's fantasy in an office job.

Ona was walking back from the copy machine, heels clicking on the tile floor and hips swaying from one side to the other while she inspected the printed documents. Hank recognised that movement, the most hypnotising motion a woman can do in a wiggle dress, and she played the whole ‘Marilyn Monroe’ to utter perfection with that pencil skirt and tight sweater.

One look at Connor and Hank swore she was going to send him into early retirement; he looked like a moth hypnotized by a flame.

Connor’s LED was spinning bright red, eyes glued to the hourglass shape the skirt made her seem to have, narrowing her waist to accentuate her full hips. And Ona changing her tattered sneakers for high heels only helped to heighten her butt and legs. And of course her tattoo. Connor always liked to trace it with his fingers, admiring the marvelous job the tattoo artist did on her skin.

Connor decided that a pencil skirt and tight sweater were both a blessing and a nightmare.

Richard appeared from the break room, a cup to go of coffee in his hand with its lid on and steam coming off the tiny drinking aperture. He walked to Detective Boix’s desk, where she was tidying her belongings and making sure she had everything she needed for the court hearing. Richard called her name, softly so only she could hear it, and stopping close to her. Ona turned around just when she was grabbing her coat from the chair with a surprised expression on her face.

“Oh!”

“You will need it. Judge Bridges has a long history of lulling people to sleep with his monotone speeches, and I would hate for you to become another victim of his charming voice.” Richard setted the cup of coffee on the desk, taking Ona’s coat from her hands and holding it open for her put it on.

Ona laughed at Richard’s sense of humour, knowing he was right, and couldn’t help but to blush slightly at Richard’s attentive details, letting him put her coat on.

“Thank you, my Knight in Shining Armour, to help this Damsel in Distress about to face the Dragon of Absolute Boredom.” Ona turned around to face Richard, smirking as she righted her coat and grabbed her hand bag with the documents in it.

Richard smiled, handing her the cup of coffee. Ona took it, smiling back, but with a glint in her eyes that Richard knew it screamed mischief. And he wasn’t wrong. Ona made like he had something on his Cyberlife issued jacket (he was slowly getting rid of his android clothes), brushing her fingers on the fabric and then using him as support when she leaned in, red lips close to his ear that his sensors could pick up her warm breath.

“I’m still not wearing anything under my skirt.”

Connor knew Ona said something, because Richard suddenly stood straighter, if that was even possible with his successor model, and the way Ona looked over at him with a smirk on her lips…

Richard’s hands twitched at his sides, making an unconscious attempt to lift themselves to most probably grip her waist, but he stopped himself in time. They were in public, right in the middle of the DPD bullpen with curious eyes, and she was playing so dirty–

“What a pity neither of you won’t be able to check if I’m lying, right?”

Richard knew Ona liked to tease them both, to test where their precious self-control would snap in half, and right now Richard was this close to haul her up and go to the unoccupied interrogation room and, and–

“See you later, Rich.” Ona kissed his cheek, so sweetly in contrast with the saucy information she just supplied. He knew Ona’s red lipstick left a tiny smudge on his synthskin.

Richard stood there, LED spinning violently red, as she patted his chest and went to the door where Connor and Hank waited. Hank didn’t want anything to do with whatever game these three were playing. He rolled his eyes and he shook his head in disbelief when Ona let out a tiny giggle at his “I’m tired of your bullshit” face. That, and Richard rendered to a Windows’ blue screen of death.

“Nope, gonna stay out of this.” Hank raised his hands and went to the break room to grab more napkins for his lunch. He left Connor alone to deal with her and their stupid game.

Connor knew Ona’s sweet smile, and he knew this time it was only a mask to cover the mischief she was carrying out, because Connor knew Ona, knew when she was teasing them both into oblivion, and as Richard said earlier, Ona was a vengeful one when it came to horniness.

“You are putting all the succubuses of Hell to shame.” Connor’s fingers found the opened hem of her coat, lightly grasping it to ground himself and not let his wandering hands go too far. They were in public.

“I am?” Ona feigned an innocent and surprised face. Connor’s raised brows made her laugh. “Well, maybe I’m a very hungry one. Who knows?”

“You play dirty.” Connor ventured his fingers inside the coat with the security of being hidden by the warm and heavy coat. He brushed his fingers along her waist, touching the top edge of the skirt where the zipper was.

“You are one to talk, Mr. ‘I know your weaknesses and I will exploit them’.” Ona’s smirk made him snicker. He leaned in closer, his eyes shifting from her olive ones to her red lips.

“Guilty.” Connor whispered, his lips about to brush hers. But Ona moved at the last inch and kissed the corner of his mouth, leaving too a slightly red mark on his synthskin. Connor’s artificial breathing stuttered, the air going hard through his nose, frustrated.

“Sorry love, I gotta go.” Ona bit her lower lip, enjoying the teasing. She almost felt sorry for Connor. Almost. “But you still have one mystery to solve, Mr.Detective.” Ona leaned into his ear, like she did with Richard just a few moments ago. “I am or I am not wearing them right now?”

Ona walked past him, winking at him when he turned around to watch her go.

Connor stood still, mind racing and staring at the busy reception where she just disappeared to get in the cab that was waiting for her outside.

Chris whistled, tablet and coffee in his hands, and broke the spell that held him there glued on the spot.

“Damn, she knows how to pull that off, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Connor.

Chris laughed at Connor’s attempts to reply, and went to his desk where Tina was already waiting with a shit-eating grin and arms folded over her chest. Connor knew she wasn’t going to let this whole scene live down. Probably for life.

Gavin’s sputtered curse made him snap out of it, walking straight to his desk to try to concentrate on his actual job. Richard was back at his desk in front of Detective Reed, face unreadable and completely ignoring Gavin’s jabs. One cold and menacing look from Richard made Gavin shut up and stare at his own computer screen.

Richard was scary. Scary and very sexually frustrated.

Time passed, everything and everyone quieted down (Chris and Tina stopped waggling their eyebrows everytime Connor crossed their stares with his). But Connor had a hunch. It was too quiet. He ventured a look at Richard and frowned. He was concentrating on his screen, but his LED was a rapid-blinking yellow that gave away he was either multitasking like crazy or something was up in his mind. Connor decided to ask about it, since he wasn’t able to concentrate as much as he wanted on the task at hand– wiggling hips and high heels were a good enough distraction, and he couldn’t help but to replay Ona coming to him.

“Everything alright?”

“Yes, RK800.” Connor frowned, knowing Richard only retreated to call him that when he was angry or when they tried that thing Ona told them, rolepla– “My apologies. That was uncalled for.”

“Are you sure you are alright?” Connor kept staring at his screen, filling out reports as if he wasn’t having a conversation at the same time.

“Yes, I am. I’m only checking a few things. I think Miss Boix has the wrong documents.” Connor’s eyes snapped to Richard’s, open wide as the RK900 unit ignored his counterpart’s stare.

“What? But we checked it. Those were correct!”

“It seems there has been a mistake in a section.”

“It cannot be. We checked and double checked, Richard. She cannot have the wrong ones.��

“Maybe you checked it wrong. Are you malfunctioning, Connor?” Connor could feel the cocky tone in Richard’s voice, and for once he was tempted to slap him.

“You checked them with us, RK900. Are you malfunctioning too?” Double slap. Richard went silent and Connor counted it as a win.

“...There is still a mistake. I have to go to where Miss Boix is.”

At that Connor got suspicious. Richard never made a mistake and was proud of being more efficient, better… all the line the marketing team ingrained in his code. But his silence after Connor’s reply, sending back his jab, set up alarms for the RK800. Connor stood up and nonchalantly walked to Richard with some random printed files that were on his desk. Once there, Connor ignored Gavin’s yapping about why did he have two tin cans on his desk, and with the excuse of the files, Connor distracted Richard momentarily from the computer screen.

When Richard turned around and lifted his hand to take the files to check for any mistakes, Connor took his opportunity and forced an interface with the RK900 unit. He was both surprised and scandalised at what he saw.

“That’s against the law, Richard!” he whispered so anyone but them could hear it.

Gavin shut up and pretended like he was working so he could eavesdrop. He never missed an opportunity to see the two RK models fight. Connor noticed Gavin’s attention and urged the RK900 to stand up and follow him. Gavin clicked his tongue, displeased.

Once free of snooping ears, Connor confronted his successor model.

“What are you thinking, Richard? You cannot hack into the the warrant system and change very sensitive information! Do you have any idea of how many laws are you breaking?

“Quit your whining, Connor. There’s nothing to worry about. No traces, no potential sensitive information leaks, nothing. Just little typos. Honest human mistakes.”

“Quit my–! Little mistakes–!” Connor’s LED was spinning violently yellow, outraged at the way RK900 was totally okay with hacking into the system. For a skirt. He tried a different approach. “You could get her in trouble, Richard. Do you want that?”

At that, Richard frowned. Another win for Connor.

“She is in no danger or trouble, Connor. Do you think I would put her in danger?”

“You hacked into the warrant systems.” Connor deadpanned, raising an eyebrow very much like Richard did. The RK900 unit had the decency to look away.

“Richard, I know that you are as frustrated as I am, but–” Connor never got to finish his sentence.

Both androids received a message from Ona, followed by a picture.

“Something to keep you guys focused.”

The picture was another bathroom photo, but this time taken from above. Her sweater had been discarded and the blouse was open, revealing a pretty and lacy white bra Richard had gotten her a week ago. It contrasted beautifully with her honey skin, making both her and the bra stand out. The skirt was pulled up, revealing smooth legs and the strap of a garter belt. So she did wear some after all. The way Ona was biting her bottom lip, playful, coy, and smiling while doing so, made both androids LED spin red.

“The files are being printed.”

“There’s a cab ready waiting outside.”

Ona was in the cafeteria, waiting for the whole court to gather and begin the session. She was studying the papers in hand, sipping her glass of Coke. Two figures appeared in front of her, pulling two chairs to sit, and putting a folder right before her. Ona looked up, frowning at the intrusion.

“Oh! Hello, boys.” Her smile dissolved into another confused frown. “Wait. What the heck are you doing here?”

“I checked the documents you needed for today and there were some problems with them.” Richard explained, as if he wasn’t the cause of those problems. “And we brought the correct ones to you.”

“Wrong? But, we checked. We double and triple checked, in fact.” Connor quickly looked away, finding her can of Coke more interesting. Ona narrowed her eyes, suspicious.

“Nothing to worry about. Everything is in order, Detective.”

“Not to be ungrateful or impertinent, but how come we didn’t notice the mistakes before I left? Imagine I go into court and these documents lose are credibility. Humiliation is not the worst thing that could have happened, you know. This is serious.” Something fishy was happening here so she kept pressing. Guilt was something both androids couldn’t resist, and Connor always broke first. Richard was still too proud and new to deviancy. “Boys?”

Connor looked like he was about to say something, but Richard cut him by speaking first.

“Nothing to worry about, as I said. Just minor typos, but the content is still the same.” Richard finished with a small smile, trying to reassure her. He hoped it worked, Connor was better at human relations and interactions.

“Huh. Who would have guessed that androids could have dyslexia too!” She laughed it off, taking her glass again to take a sip. “Thank you, boys.”

“How long do you have until you have to go in court?” Richard asked, his eyes having an intensity they didn’t have before.

“Uhh… 45 minutes, more or less. Maybe more. The jury is stuck in traffic. Why?”

Richard looked at Connor, and Connor at Richard, having a conversation between them. Ona looked at the two androids before her, confusion growing more and more.

“Uh, guys?”

Richard stood up.

“Finish your drink and come with us.”

Richard’s tone of voice didn’t leave room for questioning, so she obediently did as told and gathered her papers to put them in her hand bag. She grabbed her coat and folded her in her arm, following them. In the elevator they positioned themselves behind her, looking like two bodyguards. Ona smiled at the people coming into the elevator, saying goodbye as they left. They were alone.

“Be a good girl and follow our orders.” Richard bent over, whispering in her ear. Ona shivered.

They passed a series of corridors and went to one the upper floors, more deserted and less busy than the others. Turning right and then right again, they arrived at the bathrooms. Oh.

Connor pushed open the door, quickly inspecting in case there was someone, but they were alone. Connor nodded at Richard, who nodded in response.

Richard turned her around and pulled her to him, crushing his lips against hers. Ona let out a moan, feeling Richard’s hand squeeze her buttock like he wanted to do for so long, and pulling her even more flush against his body with it. Without freeing her lips, and slipping his tongue inside, Richard walked them both towards Connor, who closed and locked the door behind them. He took her coat and hung it on one of the bathroom hooks, as well as her hand bag, freeing Ona’s hands. She took that opportunity to wrap her arms around Richard’s neck, gripping his cyberlife jacket roughly as the other hand racked through his hair before pulling it. Richard let out a curse as his head followed Ona’s pull, looking with lidded eyes how she was licking her bottom lip and corner of her mouth with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“You naughty, naughty boys.” she looked at Connor, who hung his own jacket in another empty wall hanger and was hastily popping out the first buttons of his shirt, and bit her lip in anticipation. “All this for a skirt?”

“We had a case to solve, didn’t we?” Connor walked behind her, nuzzling her neck softly, almost innocent, if it weren’t for his wandering hands on her thighs. “The Case of the Missing Panties. ”

Ona’s breath stuttered when he reached the hem of the skirt, teasing the edge of it. Ona’s hand let go of Richard’s shoulders to hold herself on his chest, being sandwiched as she was right now by the two androids. Richard’s other hand joined the first, but this time, coordinated with Connor, he put them inside the skirt and squeezed her ass, rucking the skirt up on her hips and leaving her skin bare sans for the garter holding the silky thigh-high stockings.

Connor’s fingertips brushed against her exposed hip, smooth and warm skin under his touch. The fabric of the garter was soft and he playfully pulled at the string before letting it go, earning a gasp.

“Naughty, naughty girl.” Richard purred into her ear, nipping the earlobe right after.

Ona mewled, arching her back as she felt Connor’s fingers tease the outside of her folds. Just on the edge, soaking up his fingers. Richard let go of her earlobe to brush his lips against her neck. Her white curls were tickling his nose, and he smiled at the perfume his olfactory sensors picked up; it was the one he gifted her. But as he went down, he came in contact with the blouse and sweater. Richard grunted, displeased, and let go of her buttocks to tug the offending sweater off. Ona let herself fall on Connor’s chest, his lips kissing her jaw and then her neck. He held her as Ona lifted her arms and Richard pulled off the sweater, leaving it on top of the unused sink.

Immediately, Richard undid the buttons of her blouse until he found the skirt, and he was almost tempted to rip it open, but Richard knew where they were and how Ona had to be presentable later. That tantalizing white lace bra came into view, and Richard let out a soft growl, wetting his lips after. It was a very human action, but since his deviation he found out he had more human quirks than he thought.

“Italian lace, French construction—I knew this piece would look beautiful on you.” His hands cupped her breasts gently, pushing and squeezing the fabric and flesh. Her necklace glued itself to the skin, following the curves of her breasts and up her collarbones. His tongue followed the same path, making her let out a harsh breath.

A quick look into Connor’s eyes and Richard nodded in response.

Richard took her into his arms again, taking a few steps back until she was slightly bent over. Looking over her shoulder, Ona saw Connor sinking to his knees and she couldn’t help but to let out a soft moan. Connor grabbed her buttocks and squeezed them like Richard did first, and then he decided to play with the garter strap again, holding it between his teeth and letting go. The snap and the sound it made was met with a stuttered moan. Connor spread her out, looking directly at how utterly soaked her folds were. He licked his lips in anticipation.

“Were you this wet all this time?” Connor’s voice dropped, arousal coating every syllable. “Thinking about us having our way with you when we couldn’t hold ourselves anymore?” His eyes stared directly into hers, their intensity making her unconsciously clench around nothing.

“Yes. Oh God, yes.” Ona breathed out, biting her lip hard.

“Naughty, dirty tease.”

Connor bit a round buttock before pulling them apart once more, licking a wide stripe from her clitoris to her entrance. Ona keened, tightening her grip on Richard’s jacket. Connor rubbed his tongue around her soaked entrance, teasing her folds and lightly brushing the tip of his tongue on her clit. Her moans and mewls fueled Connor’s eagerness. He decided to teaser her more, and freed a hand from her ass to tease the sensitive nub while his tongue delved into her. Ona pushed her hips back, trying to get that devilish tongue deeper. She needed more and she needed it now. Connor leaned slightly back, licking his lips and enjoying his mouth and chin being completely soaked in her juices. His fingers teased her outer folds again, running up and down and making her more desperate to have them inside.

“So desperate already?” With his sleeve, he wiped his chin clean of what slick his tongue couldn’t clean, never looking away from her glazed eyes. Ignoring her pleas, Connor turned his eyes at the RK900 model staring them down. “Do you think she deserves it?”

Ona lifted her eyes to look at Richard, who at first glance looked as if he was unaffected by it. Judging by the sizeable tent in his trousers, however, he was more than happy with this whole situation. Although, sometimes he liked to be a little bit cruel, and he always liked Ona begging. But the internal countdown reminded him they didn’t have as much time as he wanted, so it would be sufficient for now. They still had the night for themselves.

“Only if she asks nicely for it.”

Ona groaned loudly at that, closing her eyes to gather her wits. Connor didn’t stop moving his fingers, and even withdrew a little to tease her entrance with them, not letting more than his finger tips for her to squeeze. It was maddening, even more when Connor’s tongue returned with it’s relentless rhythm. Ona tried so hard to sputter out a reply, but it was hard with all the moans and groans that passed through her lips.

Connor gave her a breather and she seized that opportunity.

“Please, please Richard, Connor.” She pressed her breasts against Richard’s chest, the rough fabric of the jacket and his black shirt rubbing against her bare skin and lace. It felt arousing, to be almost naked and both androids still dressed, but she had to play her cards well. She knew Richard liked the powerplay. But Connor also couldn’t resist her begging, even less her pouty lips and imploring eyes. So she looked back at him. “Connor please. I will be good, I need you. I need you both.”

Ona arched her back, knowing that the view Connor was gifted with was her most convincing argument. She saw him look at her dripping entrance, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Well?” With a last swipe of his fingers, he left her fate for Richard to decide while he licked his fingers clean.

“I think she does.” Ona exhaled, pleased that her efforts paid off. “Do the honors, Connor.”

“Gladly.”

Connor stood up, quickly undoing his belt and trousers. Ona wiggled her hips, her ass moving side to side to urge Connor to go faster. She could feel her slick dripping down her inner thigh. Connor grabbed Ona’s hip to make her be still, taking his cock in the other. Ona’s breath hitched in anticipation, but her disappointed groan made Connor chuckle. He teased her entrance with the head, rubbing up and down and letting his length be covered in her juices. Ona pushed back, trying to impale herself on him, but Connor held her still. Richard tutted.

“Is this how good girls behave?” Ona’s whole body quivered, resting her forehead on him. She was dizzy with want, she needed Connor inside her and Richard to fill her up too. She wanted so much and they were doing absolutely nothing.

“Please.”

Connor decided it was good enough, and he positioned himself on her entrance. But for her cheekiness, he buried himself to the hilt. Ona moaned out loud, her knees buckling. Connor let out a soft groan too, bottoming out. Richard held her, watching Connor’s cock buried deeply in her. It made him twitch, knowing he wouldn’t last long without doing so himself.

They couldn’t waste more time, so Connor got to it. He began a fast pace, pounding into her with the efficiency and power only an android could achieve, and Ona couldn’t help but to hold onto Richard for dear life, short and breathy whimpers coming out of her mouth. The squelching sounds only aroused the three of them further, its filthiness fueling Connor’s lust. Then, when Ona was a moaning mess, mewling and clenching down on him, they executed Richard’s plan. Connor abruptly changed his pace, slowing down to grind down on her, making her gasp and slap a hand on Connor’s arm to try to gather her wits. It was a maddening sensation, to feel him so deep.

Connor made her stand straight again, her back on his chest and her ass grinding down on him. They were tiny movements, only to keep her on edge, and Connor took that opportunity to turn her head to the mirror on their side. Ona whimpered at the sight of her with Connor’s cock buried in her, skirt hiked high and the way her breasts bounced to Connor’s small thrusts. She was the picture of debauchery. Even Connor looked like he was out of breath and he was a goddamn android.

“You like what you see?” Connor purred in her ear, tugging at her lobe. His hand wandered down, teasing her soaked clit. “You do, judging by how wet you are.”

“Don’t let her come yet.” Richard was mimicking Connor, unfastening his belt and trousers. At the sound of the zipper, Ona looked his way, watching Richard pull himself free from his underwear.

Cyberlife made sure the RK900 unit was bigger, and it seemed they stood by that fact in every aspect of the word. Ona swallowed down the spit in her mouth, eager to have it stuffed full. Richard stroked himself lightly, only to make it easier for her, and motioned Connor to let her bend over again, further down this time. Connor stopped his thrusts, grabbing her hips with both his hands and let her fall down back on Richard. His hand threaded through her hair, grabbing a fist of it but without pulling it, just to be here. He knew Ona liked it.

“Be a good girl and open wide.” She did so obediently, looking up to see his pupils blown wide. Ona counted it as a win of her own; Richard so out of control was a feat and also a huge turn-on.

The taste was different from a human, she thought, but not bad different. Ona liked the taste, the feel of her tongue dragging against it, the texture. But what she loved most was how well it filled her, be it her mouth or any of her holes. Richard didn’t let her tease him like she always does, and with Connor’s firm grip, her own on his jacket, and himself on her jaw and hair, he let himself sink down into her, groaning at the feel of her tongue under his cock. Connor resumed his pistoning, slowly at first but quickening his pace as Ona took Richard’s cock easier and deeper. He felt Ona get wetter, and the filthy noises and the slapping of skin against skin made him groan, moving one of his hands to hold her by her shoulder. He wouldn’t last long, engulfed in such a tight and wet heat.

Ona felt herself close. Connor was hitting all the right spots, and Richard fucking her mouth earnestly made her moan around his girth. She flushed at the thought of being used to satiate two very lusty androids, but she knew her plan worked well by the way they were jack-rabbiting into her, Connor grunting and letting out more breathy noises, and Richard whispering all kinds of filth.

She let go one of her hands on Richard’s jacket to bury it between her legs, needing to touch herself. She rubbed her clit, trying to follow their frenzied pace and send herself into a spiral of pleasure, but she was not quite there yet. She needed a final push, a little something. She was so close, fuck!

“You look so good like this, sucking my cock.” Richard kept talking filth, watching how Ona hollowed her cheeks to add more pressure to his cock. This was a dead give away that Ona needed to come, and Gods, it felt divine. “You always take us both so well, so good. Such a good girl.”

Richard received a message from Connor. He agreed with his predecessor, he was close too. But also, their time was almost up. Such a pity.

“Good girls deserve rewards.” It was Connor this time, taking in the sight of her ass hitting against him at every thrust, the crumpled skirt pulled up to her hips revealing the garter belt and the straps pulled taut against her skin.

“You need to come, don’t you, teacup? Will you come for me? For us?” Richard pulled slightly at her hair, making her take a sharp inhale and moan around him, almost gagging when she lost her concentration. She frantically rubbed her clit, feeling the fire on her loins about to spread all over her body, like a spring about to be released.

“That’s it, fuck. I’m so close, darling. I want to feel you come over me.” Connor’s heated words and a last pull of her hair made her moan out loud, as she felt herself surrender to the maddening sensation of euphoria that was about to happen.

She came clenching down on Connor’s cock, letting out a loud and drawn moan around Richard’s cock, making the RK900 unit groan in turn. Ona felt Connor go still, buried deep in her as she felt him release inside her, twitching. Her name moaned in such a breathy way made her whimper. She would never tire of hearing it.

Richard came last, emptying his load on her mouth. Making sure every last drop was on her tongue, he pulled out, watching her lips close around his head to give him a small kiss before pulling completely off. Connor brought her up again, hugging her from behind as he sweetly kissed her exposed neck. Ona swallowed Richard’s come, winking as she did so. Richard’s cock twitched in a valiant effort, knowing he could cancel the refractory period at any moment.

They only had ten minutes left. Maybe another day. Or tonight. They were not done yet.

Connor walked them back to the wall, grabbing tissues to clean her up the moment he pulled out of her well-filled hole. He efficiently wiped her clean, making sure there was none left on her tights. Richard tucked himself back into his trousers and walked towards them, taking over Connor’s duty to right her clothes while he cleaned and tucked himself back into his trousers too. Richard smiled at her, one of his tiny and reserved smiles, as he cupped her face and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Ona smiled back, knowing what it meant.

Connor handed her the discarded sweater, helping her put it back on and sneaking a squeeze that earned him a giggle.

“Behave, you oaf.”

“Says the one who has been teasing us and sending pictures.”

“Shh, payback.” Ona went to inspect herself in the mirror. Her hair wasn’t that bad, it could pass as her messy curls being just that, messy. But her lipstick smudged, dang it.

Ona grabbed paper towels and cleaned her face, reapplying her lipstick after. When she finished, she looked at Richard and grabbed more paper towels.

“Maybe I should invest in a long-lasting lipstick when I’m with you both.”

“Where’s the fun in leaving lipstick kiss marks, then?” Connor held her coat and handbag, smiling. “You still have five minutes left. We have to hurry.” Ona thanked him and rummaged through her handbag. She frowned.

“Where are the…” Ona turned around to see Connor with the matching white lace panties in his hand. Both RK units sported smirks on their lips and a mischievous glint in their eyes. “Oh no. Don’t you dare.”

“Oh yes, teacup.”

“Payback.” Connor winked at her, putting the panties in his inner jacket pocket.

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Get In Moses Edition | 2.13.21

Secret Radio | 2.13.21 | Hear it here.

art by Paige, liner notes mostly by Evan, *means Paige

1. Chantal Goya - “Tu m’as trop menti”

From the movie “Masculin feminin,” a DVD we borrowed from Tim. This is the film where Godard was whispering the lines into a headset of the actor, so they were learning their lines literally as they were saying them. This is the opening song. Not particularly Valentine’s Day, in that it’s about lying too much… but still there’s a dissatisfaction that is undeniably a part of French romance.

2. Human League - “(Keep Feeling) Fascination”

Such a square song! But the keys hook is so immortally beautiful, with its crucial warble. The rest of the song is sweetly and innocently ‘80s. It reminds me of being in art class in high school, fully participating in the aesthetic crimes of the era.

3. Marijata - “Break Through” - “Afro-Beat Airways”

Analog Africa is just now releasing a repress of this long sold-out collection. I’d listened to it before, but I guess that was before I knew about Marijata (thanks again, Jeffrey!) because it was a shock to discover a track by one of our very favorite Ghanaian discoveries. So far as I knew, Marijata only released one album of four songs — which is fantastic — and then eventually started backing a guy named Pat Thomas. Those records, unfortunately, are nowhere near as vital and fascinating as their own record. So finding this song was a welcome revelation! I should also say that, no surprise, the whole collection is a banger from front to back, and will definitely show up again on the show.

4. Philippe Katerine (avec Gérard Depardieu) - “Blond”

This strange guy is a kind of joker songwriter in French pop, as far as I can tell. This song is all about what one can get away with if one is blond. He’s a really fascinating character, a tiny bit like Beck maybe, in the sense that he seems to have made a successful career of taking unexpected directions. He’s also an actor, working with Claire Denis (!), Jonathan Demme and Gille Lellouche among many others. He was also in “Gainsbourg - A Heroic Life,” which is an excellent movie that we highly recommend. (We had no idea who he was when we saw it at the St. Louis Film Festival.) Also, he appears to be married to Gérard Depardieu’s daughter, which would seem to explain this particular guest star.

- The Texas Room - “Cielito Lindo”

Several years ago, a producer in St. Louis put together the amazing album known as “The Texas Room,” which brought together immigrants from all over the world who currently lived in St. Louis. That meant Bosnians, Cameroonians, Mexicans, and native-born Americans… including Andy Garces, a fellow Paige went to high school with — His mom was Paige’s voice teacher as a matter of fact — who recorded this strange and excellent version of “Cielito Lindo.” The release party for the album was one of the greatest nights we spent in that or any city, dancing our faces off to all kinds of music. At one point the Bosnians got so excited they took over the room, shouting along and hoisting up their guy in the air. Basil Kincaid did the art for the album, and I think that’s the night we finally met. We have one of his collages on our studio wall right now — right over there!

5. The Modern Lovers - “I’m Straight” *

When we got the current SK van (circa 2015) we were super excited because we could finally bring out other musicians on the road and we could also have folks from other bands that we were out with jump in the van with us for a stretch. That February we were on tour with Jamaican Queens, and our friend Andy Kahn came out with us to play guitar. Not only is Andy a rad musician and great guy to be around, but he was an excellent road DJ. Somehow I made it to 30 without getting into The Modern Lovers (I know, crazy!) Andy has great taste and had a well appointed iPod so he was the official van DJ pretty much right away. He put on this record one day and I just lost it. The thing is, after that I was like “Play ‘Roadrunner’ again!” all the time. When I hear this record I still think of that tour. Andy in the back seat DJing, Ben and Erik jumping in the van to come with to Baltimore, graduating to “truck” in the Holland Tunnel queue, so much snow, host Bentley, “Go cats?”, Aaaaaahhhhh!

6. Frances Carroll & the Coquettes - “Coquette / When I Swing My Stick / Jitterbug Stomp”

I think we learned about this band last year, when Coquettes drummer Viola Smith died at 107 years old (in Costa Mesa, not Silverlake, Paige would like you to know — her bad). The video link below is highly recommended — the whole band swings hard, and the interaction between them and Frances Carroll is well worth the watch. They were considered a curiosity at the time, being an all-female band, and man they could play. Viola Smith in particular had an insanely long career, playing from the 1920s straight through into 2019! She played with Ella Fitzgerald and Chick Webb, and in the original Broadway production of “Cabaret.” Her particular innovation was having two toms at shoulder height, on either side of her head, which she would roll and ricochet shots off. Very cool style, never copied.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFDD_NxtKZ4

7. Pierre Sandwidi - “Boy Cuisinier”

Born Bad Records is one of the world’s coolest record labels, with a huge array of vintage discoveries as well as African albums as well as contemporary pop and noise bands. “Boy Cuisinier” is off Pierre Sandwidi’s album with them. It bears some definite relation to Francis Bebey but takes its own turns just as often. Sandwidi hails from Burkina Faso, known as the Upper Volta when he was growing up. We’re just now learning about him and his scene — I confess I didn’t even know Upper Volta was African; I thought it was Slavic — so I wouldn’t be surprised if some more Voltaic music shows up here soon.

8. Evan Sult avec Tracy Brubeck - “The Cats Won’t Stay In”

Paige’s mom Tracy called while we were in the middle of the show, and they paused to have a conversation about, you know, whatever — the snowstorms, the neighbors, the news. She was on speakerphone so that we could all talk, and eventually I just started taking notes as fast as I could. This is the result. I find it fascinating. That’s Paige singing lead on the Marty Robbins tune.

9. Kil Monnower Alimunna, Grup Hindustanbul - “Tadap Tadap”

Years ago I saw the movie “Monsoon Wedding” by the director Mira Nair. It really stuck with me, particularly the gorgeous opening credits in maroon and orange and sky blue. I was trying to tell Paige about that sequence, so just in case we could catch a glimpse of those colors, we watched the trailer. This song is the soundtrack to the trailer. It’s really an amazing track — so Indian, of course, but with definite Western points of contact, like when it goes to the major chords unexpectedly in the post-chorus, which sounds practically American. And the final outro minute or so is full of delayed, reverbed vocals in a psychedelic style, til it reaches the strange and intoxicating sound that he makes with his voice as the song fades into the distance.

- Martial Solal “New York Herald Tribune” - “A bout de souffle” soundtrack

10. Gillian Hills - “Tut Tut Tut Tut”

Gillian Hills, probably more famous for “Zou Bisou Bisou.” This track is great, listen for those syrupy slides and harmonies. I just learned that she is English, and the music video for this song is definitely shot in Angleterre. Full of famous red phone booths (now famous little free libraries.) When we were doing this week’s show I asked Evan “Is this song too obvious?” He said no, it wasn’t too obvious. If you know why I’m asking, then you know. So is it?

11. Jacques Dutronc “La Compapade”

We’ve been into Jacques Dutronc for many years now, because he’s a brilliant French songwriter and composer. But this one track has been a baffler for many years now. It shows up out of nowhere and sounds like… what? What the hell IS that? Is it African? It sounds African, but — is it? Is it just some strange lark on his part? Paige was apprehensive about playing it on the show, even though we both really enjoy it, because we couldn’t tell if it was somehow demeaning to someone. But eventually I argued that we don’t know what the hell most of the singers are saying in the songs we play, or which cultural taboos they’re transgressing, and the same is true in this case. If it is somehow offensive to anyone, I hope it’s clear that wasn’t our intention. But… I don’t know. I don’t think it is. I think it just comes from a cultural heritage and context that is French in a way Americans cannot understand or appreciate. In any case, it’s an amazing performance and recording!

12. K. Frimpong & His Cubanos Fiestas - Me Da A Ɔnnda”

Research into African rock and styles eventually brought us to K. Frimpong and His Cubanos Fiestas, which has turned out to be a satisfying step into the Ghanaian highlife/Cuban scene. I love the keyboard hooks in this one and the way the patterns just roll on and on with each other like a river, in no hurry but pulled forward by their own currents. He was also a visual artist — his art appeared on the cover of last episode’s Nyame Bekyere album. This was also the first time I’ve encountered the character “Ɔ” in the wild. I have zero idea how it is pronounced.

13. They Might Be Giants - “Birdhouse In Your Soul”

“Not to put too fine a point on it / Say I’m the only bee on your bonnet / Make a little birdhouse in your soul.” I remember when I first realized that was a feeling I was feeling — hoping to build a birdhouse in the soul of another, to be inside one another in a little protected place. The rest of the song is a nerd-rock dream palace I love as much as any other nerd, but the chorus is where I discovered an emotion I hadn’t suspected was there when I first heard and fell for this song and this band in high school (thanks, Jeremy Peterson!).

Paige adds: This song is blowing my mind. I don’t like writing lyrics, my ratio of melodies and harmonies to lyrics way out of whack. Evan brought this song back into our lives this week when Sleepy Kitty was asked what our favorite love songs are on a real radio show. We’ve been listening to it a bunch since Thursday and damn, these lyrics are good. It’s really reminding me that you can write about ANY.THING. Blue Canary in the freakin’ outlet by the light switch. Looking at the lighthouse picture. It’s a clinic. I learned something, and I can go home.

On the original topic, I love thinking of this as a love song. If you hear a love song, it’s a love song. It’s a love song.

14. Sleepy Kitty - “Tu veux ou tu veux pas” *

I took two years of French in high school and missed out junior and senior year because of a scheduling lulu that made 3rd and 4th year French conflict with advanced painting which was the primary reason I was taking French in the first place. I’m still not over it. Years later, I’m at Electropolis (in my memory) and I hear this Brigitte Bardot song on Tim’s excellent sound system and I can understand…most?…some…of it! I fell in love with this song and with French again and started stumbling, scrabbling at it again. We started working up this cover. Thank you Suzie Gilb for helping with the pronunciation. We did a 7” of this song and it’s a rare SK track with me playing trombone on it.

15. The Velvet Underground - “I Love You” *

I don’t really have much to say about this track except that it reminds me of flying to Germany because I got the 5 Disc set with all the extras on it a few days before leaving for a high school foreign exchange program. I was so happy to have those discs to absorb on the long flight, and come to think of it, it really inflected the whole trip.

16. Secret Song - “African Scream Contest”

The genesis of our love for African rock/funk/whatever (if for a moment we don’t count the profoundly influential “Graceland”) is the immortal collection “Legends of Benin,” put out by Analog Africa. As soon as we dug further for our favorites from that collection, we found “African Scream Contest” vols 1 and 2. I was drawn to the second one because it had a killer track by our hero Antoine Dougbé, but eventually spent as much time with the first volume. Both are absolutely fantastic. Part of what I love so much about them is learning how much of an impact James Brown and his band had on African music, which is super apparent throughout these collections and especially this track. The drums and the grunts and the hard stops and the horn blasts — it’s all there.

One of the finest elements of these records is the hidden track at the end, tucked five or so minutes back from the last song. These are often some of the hottest tracks on the album, well worth the wait, and this mystery song is no exception. Unfortunately, though, that means we don’t know who made this track or what it’s called. Oh well — that only makes it cooler!

- Adrian from Brooklyn

17. The Beatles - “Dizzy Miss Lizzy”

We watched “The Beatles: Eight Days a Week” recently (totally worth a watch), and we were struck all over again by how insane their lives must have been at that time. Yes fame, yes sudden fortune, yes global supremacy, yes yes yes — the thing that I can’t get over is the shrieking, and how it wasn’t just present at their shows, it was EVERYWHERE THEY WENT, AT ALL TIMES ON ALL DAYS, EVERY SECOND THEY WERE OUTSIDE. How completely unsettling that must have been, to be the center of that howl, day after day, year after year.

18. The Fall - “Sing! Harpy”

Dedicated to Adrian from Brooklyn and all those young women and men losing their minds over the Beatles so completely that all they could do was shriek, even at shows where the crowd’s sound completely obliterated the sound of the band they so desperately loved and came to hear.

(This is also some of my favorite violin playing in any rock music, right up there with “Boys Keep Swinging” and The Ex’s “State of Shock.” I would LOVE to work with a violinist in this mode.)

19. T.P. Orchestre Poly-Rythmo - “Gnon a Gnon Wa”

So intense! That constant chord strike throughout the song is a kind of high-note drone that we find ourselves drawn to. It kind of reminds me of the sound of a casino, where you walk in and all of the machines are chiming the same note, promising to just take your mind away and keep it safe until you need it again.

- Tommy Guerrero - “El Camino Negro” - “Road to Nowhere”

20. Black Dragons de Porto Novo - “Se Djro” What a slinky number! I love how spare the instrumentation is, but how much power is contained in that one guitar part. This is side A of a 7” put out on Albarika Store, the label that T.P. Orchestre called home for many albums.

21. Helen Nkume and Her Young Timers - “Time” This is (so far) the closest we’ve gotten to reggae on WBFF. I know nothing about the band or the music other than their fantastic name and sound — oh, and the fact that she is known elsewhere as Prophetess Helen Nkume. She appears to be Nigerian, or anyway her record label is. I love the guitar hook on this song, it just sneaks in and steals the show.

22. Anne Sylvestre - “Les Gens Qui Doutent”

23. Parvati Khan - “Jimmi Jimmi Jimmi Aaja Aaja Aaja Re Mere” A lucky find! Someone in one of my Facebook groups posted a video from this album, so I took note and returned later to check it out. This is from an Indian movie called “I’m a Disco Dancer” that looks like a real kooky thrill. The actors appear to have only the vaguest sense of what “disco” might be — or what a guitar might be, for that matter. It kind of looks like someone saw a single photo of a disco night and extrapolated a whole movie from it. Nonetheless, Parvati Khan is entrancing in the song and in the video, and we HAVE to see this movie, with or without subtitles. The smoldering look alone really requires investigation:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUdJQSUcK_Y

24. Nancy Sit - “Love Potion #9” * One thing I’ve always known about Evan is that he doesn’t like the song “Love Potion #9.” When we stumbled across this, I thought it was awesome but I didn’t want to make Evan listen to a song he doesn’t like on Valentine’s Day! Evan says this song has little to do with “Love Potion #9” which makes me wonder, Evan, what’s the part you don’t like about “Love Potion #9”?

Evan adds: I honestly can’t remember what my issue with this song was. I swear, it was like… it was around the time of “Melt With You,” which I also found inexplicably irritating (and still do). I suspect now that there was an inept cover version that first steered me wrong… but luckily there’s a strange Chinese version to steer me right again! Oh life.

- Michel Legrand - “Solange’s Song (Instrumental)” - “The Young Ladies of Rocheforte”

25. The Velvet Underground - “I’ll Be Your Mirror” * This is the song that I said was the best love song of the western world on the real radio. I think it’s so beautiful and so adult. I don’t even know if I would have thought of this as love song a few years ago. When first got into the V.U. I thought it was a pretty song – a neat song, but I didn’t really know what it meant, what it could mean. What’s funny is when I think of this song, I have a Lou Reed version in my head – his voice, the harmonies. When I revisited the Max’s Kansas City live version (which as far as I know is the only one besides other more recent live versions and surely what I’m thinking of?) I realized that the version in my head is essentially that one but cleaned up, remastered, different EQ, and as far as I know entirely imagined.

Evan adds: (Paige has been playing this song recently around the apartment. I don’t even have to tell you how lovely it is.)

*p.s. If you want to hear the piece about musicians talking about favorite love songs on KWMU it’s here: https://news.stlpublicradio.org/show/st-louis-on-the-air/2021-02-11/listen-love-songs-to-keep-you-warm-on-cold-winter-nights

Super fun getting to talk about this stuff and in such good company!

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Leaves, snow, sunshine, plants for the ask game! 💕

Yaaaaay thanks Shiloh!! TuT

Leaves — What is the nicest thing you've done for one another?

-augh things like this are really hard to pick imo, because, like....every time he does something for me is special/means a lot to me .///. But one that sticks out, that I think I may have mentioned before but have to highlight again, is once during a particularly rough time when I was having nightmares/troubles sleeping, he secretly wrote/recorded a short piano piece and put it on my iPod to try and help me fall asleep. Just...thinking about that always makes me feel really warm and loved ;/////;

For him - what came to mind when I asked him was a time when he had gotten injured from a fight, I took him home and cleaned him up/treated his wounds and then held him on the couch and played with his hair/tickled his back until he fell asleep. He's usually the one taking care of me so whenever I take care of him he feels really loved (I am happy to take care of him whenever he wants 💕)

Snow — What hobbies do you two have in common or enjoy doing together?

-Musiccccc, obviously! He plays while I sing, we love making music together and it's one of the biggest things we share 💕 we also both like making food together (he's more of the cook while I'm a baker but finding new stuff to try together is fun) and playing video games and taking walks TuT

Sunshine — What is one of your favorite memories with them?

Trying to think of one I haven't talked about here yet jdksmslsk I'll talk about the first time we went to the beach together!!!! It was when we were still in school, we went with Maka, Black*Star and Tsubaki - I'm very ambivalent about the beach because while I LOVE swimming/being in the water, I hate heat and the feeling of sand, so I was a bit grumbly. Getting to see him in his swimsuit (I think...it may have been the first time 🤔) perked me up right quick tho jdksmsms but he came up to me before we got in the water and was like "ok let's go" and I was like "????" and without another word he scooped me up and carried me to the water. I was pleased but SO confused and was like "why???" and he was just "you don't like sand so you don't gotta walk on it you have me" like HELLO smoothest guy in the world hfkdndkdnjsb .//////. every time we got in or out of the water that day he carried me ///u////

Plants — What do they appreciate about you? What do you appreciate about them?

He appreciates my passion and creativity, and how affectionate I am - it took him a bit to get used to the last point, when we were teens, but he revels in it now, he likes how often I show him how much I love him through hugs/physical touch T//u//T

I appreciate his level-headedness in tough situations, and his patience and kindness. When things get rough I know he has my back, no questions asked - he's always there for me, my constant when everything else seems wrong. I love him so much T///T 💕

#asks #feel the love with your soul

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A sex toy and video chat!

First I want to thank for ask and to thank my wonderful @mieteve-minijoma and @lanadeljones for both looking at this for me. Thank you @mieteve-minijoma for being the best beta I could find!

Late Night Chats

Betty hurried through the door of the Pembrooke, welcoming the comfortable silence telling her that she was alone. It was late, and Veronica had a packed Speakeasy so she wouldn’t be home until later.

Betty felt her phone vibrate and pulled it from her pocket to see a text message from her boyfriend, Jughead Jones, and headed for her room as quickly as possible.

Hurry up!

Betty hastily typed her reply. “I just got in the door.” She hit send, tossing her phone to the bed. She quickly shed her clothes until she was in nothing but her bra and panties. Betty walked over to her door, making sure that it was locked before she grabbed her computer off her desk.

Her phone vibrated again just as she climbed onto the bed, settling against her pillows. Betty opened the lid, and while she waited for it to boot up, she reached over to her drawer pulling a small little pink device out of it. Betty looked at her phone to see what Jughead had said.

I want you so bad.

The words had heat spreading throughout her body, making her thighs shake, sending a rush of juices drenching her. Truth be told, she was already wet when she walked through the door. Their innocent little phone call at La Bonne Nuit had turned into a lust-filled chat.

Betty reached down, pushing her panties to the side, running her fingers through her molten center. She moaned at the welcomed touch and picked up the small little device from the bed, sliding it inside of her to be ready for when Jughead’s face came onto the screen.

Betty waited impatiently for Skype to open up and clicked on Jughead’s name, sending the call through. As it rang for him to pick up, Betty tossed her head back as she felt her little vibrator came to life inside of her, moaning at the small waves slicing through her. Betty opened her eyes at the sound of her boyfriend’s laugh, hitting her ears.

“That was not fair,” Betty pouted, taking in the delicious image of her boyfriend on her screen.

“It’s what you get for taking too long,” Jughead tutted. “Making me wait like that. Now, that wasn’t fair.”

Betty wanted to respond but got distracted by Jughead wearing only his pajama bottoms. Seeing his milky skin for the first time in several days had her running her hands over her laced covered nipples.

“That was quick,” Jughead noted, amusement lacing his voice.

“I miss you, and you look hot right now,” she sighed, running the tips of her fingers around the hardened nipples, loving the way her simple movements caused Jughead’s eyes to darken.

“Are you alone?” Jughead asked, his voice holding that sexy gruff that she loved and sounding like music to her ears.

Betty nibbled on her bottom lip. “Mmhm,” she hummed softly, settling deeper into her pillows. “What do you want to do to me?” she asked him. “What were you going to say?”

Jughead groaned, and she watched him run his hand over the tent in his pants. “I want to bend you over my bike,” he replied hotly. “Take you somewhere where no one can hear your screams as I fuck you, baby.”

Betty closed her eyes as the images played in her mind. “When?” She wanted to know because now, she definitely wanted to do it. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as the vibrator came alive once more.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jughead suspected, biting his lip as he watched Betty writhing on screen. She opened her eyes to see Jughead pushing his pants down his legs, letting his cock spring free. “That is so hot,” he breathed, wrapping his long fingers around it.

“Yes,” she nodded zeroing in on his hands. Betty’s mouth watered wanting nothing more than to take him into her mouth. “Tomorrow?” she urged.

“It’s a date. Play with your nipples, Betts,” Jughead moaned, pumping his hand slowly around his length.

Betty’s head rolled as she pulled her the cups of her bra down, rubbing her hands over the stiff peaks, “I love it,” she sighed, her hips jolting as the vibrations got stronger.

“That’s my good Queen,” Jughead praised boldly. “You make your King proud. I want your pussy on my mouth,” he added, earning a loud cry from her lips. “Would you like that?”

“Yes, Juggie,” Betty nodded, wringing her nipples in her fingertips. “Feels so good,” she sobbed.

“I see you are wearing my favorite panties. Take them off for me. Let me watch.”

Betty pushed the computer off her knee, making sure that Jughead could see her. Betty kept her eyes on him as she pushed her fingers under the lace and pulled them down her legs slowly until they were gone. Betty returned to her spot on the pillows, sinking into the soft feathery clouds, waiting for his next command.

“Touch yourself,” Jughead directed. “Are you wet? Tell me what you feel.”

“Mmm, Jughead,” she whimpered, reaching down in between her legs rubbing her clit. “I’m soaking wet Juggie. It is dripping down my legs.”

“I can hear it,” Jughead lamented, listening to the sounds of her fingers sliding through her lips from the wetness that he caused. “Now taste yourself.”

Betty wept at the loss of her fingers but did as she was told, sliding them into her mouth as he commanded.

“Now, my Queen. Suck your fingers clean of every drop,” Jughead instructed, swallowing hard at the hot scene in front of him. “Don’t you see how sweet you taste?”

“Yes, King,” Betty was breathing heavy by the time she dropped her cleaned fingers. “I want you, Jughead. I want your mouth all over me,” Betty moaned out loud, the sound echoing in the room as Jughead turned up the sensation to the next level. “I want to ride you, Jug,” she gasped.

“You do?” Jughead murmured, gripping her dick tighter. “I would like that very much. Feeling you around my cock, knowing that only I can do this to you. Use the pillow.”

Their eyes locked on the screen as Betty panted with need. She moved to her knees, planting the laptop on the edge of the bed. She reached behind her, setting the pillow between her legs. “Like this?” she asked.

“Just like that,” Jughead nodded. “Show me what you want to do. God, I wish I was there.”

Betty’s head fell back as she reached behind her, unsnapping her bra. She let the straps fall down her arms as she moved her hips, grinding her clit into the fabric of the pillow. “Yeah,” she sighed to the ceiling, loving the pressure to her clit.

“What are you picturing?”

“Your hands sliding down my body while your mouth is all over my tits. I am bouncing on your cock that is deep inside of my pussy, filling my whole being,” Betty whined, pressing into the pillow harder, imagining that it was Jughead fingers touching her.

“Aren’t you a vision,” Jughead hummed his approval, stroking himself faster.

“Jughead!” Betty cried out, losing herself in the lust filling her body, pumping her hips. She ran her hands up and down her body, bringing her eyes back to Jughead.

She reached down, spreading her hands along the silk and fisting it in her fingers “I want you inside of me so bad,” she said, her green eyes hungry for him. “Jughead, please can I come?” she begged him. “I have been so good for you.”

“Yes, you have,” Jughead agreed. “Lay back against the pillows like the good little girl you are. Yeah, spread your legs open just like that.” Jughead had to close his eyes to block out the image of his girl spread so open for him, the way her hand skimmed around her skin to her molten core had him drooling.

“I want to taste you so bad,” Jughead panted, wrapping the palm of his hand around the head of his cock, feeling the stirring in his balls. “I'm already getting close, baby.”

“Hmm,” Betty nodded her head, moving her hips faster, chasing the coil in her stomach tightening rapidly. Moans were falling from her lips as Jughead’s words floated through the air.

“Let go, Betty,” Jughead pushed, moving his hand around his cock. “I want to see it,” he ordered. Jughead knew that she was close by how flush her chest was becoming in the strong light in her room.

“Fuck, Jughead,” Betty squealed out as the lush hit the highest level, causing her to arch her back as she flew over the edge. “Oh… Oh,” Betty rasped, reaching down to pull out the lush, her juices flowing freely in a violent release.

“I love watching you cum for me,” Jughead groaned out through his teeth as he got lost as well, feeling his release wash over him. “Yes, Betty!” he cried, his hips thrusting into his hand. Betty forced her eyes open, watching Jughead with his head thrown back as he spilled himself over his hand and stomach.

Betty sagged against the pillows, feeling completely high. As she drifted down to Earth, Betty couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes. She quickly tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks, but it wasn’t fast enough to keep Jughead from noticing.

“Hey,” Jughead said in that soft, comforting voice. “What’s the matter?” he asked her. “And don’t pull that tough act. Tell me.”

Betty sniffled, looking to the screen. “I just miss you is all,” she admitted truthfully. Betty tried to stay strong while he was away, but it was hard. She missed everything about Jughead. His arms, his voice. Just him.

“I know, Betts,” Jughead nodded, his blue eyes holding a hint of sadness. “I miss you too. It’s so much harder than I thought it would be, but I will be home tomorrow. Then next Saturday is the start of the holiday, so I will be around for a whole two weeks. By the end of it, you will be begging me to go back.”

Betty giggled at his words. “I doubt that,” she grinned. “I could never get tired of you.”

“Same.”

Betty looked up at the sound of the front door closing, followed by Veronica calling out to her. “Times up,” she told him softly.

Jughead’s shoulders visibly sagged on her screen. “Already?” he frowned. “Can’t Archie keep her busy for a little while?”

Betty laughed again. “I wish, but Veronica said she would bring me a milkshake home from Pop’s,” she explained, laughing harder when Jughead’s eyes glazed over at the name.

“Pop's…” Jughead’s voice trailed off dreamily.

“We’ll go tomorrow,” Betty promised, moving to pull on her shirt before Veronica came to her door, knocking.

“Promise?”

Betty smiled, lovingly at his handsome face. “Promise.”

“Call me after she goes to bed? I want some more time with you before I go to sleep.”

Betty nodded. “It’s a date.”

#riverdaleevents #riverdale kink week #Bughead #mingames #kink week prompt #betty and jughead #drabble

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dcrbyalbright · 4 years

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(COURTNEY EATON, CISFEMALE) - Have you seen MARLENA AUCOIN? LENA is in HER JUNIOR year. The ART HISTORY MAJOR is 21 years old & is a CAPRICORN People say SHE is DISCIPLINED, INTUITIVE, UNFORGIVING and SELF-RIGHTEOUS. Rumors say they’re a member of HASTINGS. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE WAS PART OF A HAZING INCIDENT GONE WRONG THAT RESULTED IN A DEATH. (Olive. ur dictator.)

pinterest here

SUICIDE, DEATH TW

Marlena Aucoin! But she goes by Lena

She’s a new muse so bear with me. Inspired by Dear Zachary and My Year of Rest and Relaxation just a bit

Character inspirations: Peyton Sawyer, Carmen Rosón Caleruega, Theo Crain, Shiv Roy.

Her parents were never married. Her father was the wealthy heir to a Kennedy-like political fortune. She never actually met Jonathan Alcoin but he has been described to her as a cold, snake-like man. The kind who would steal his own father’s coat to keep himself warm

The Alcoins are widely known across the US for their fortune, as well as for having a powerful hand in politics. But an interesting thing about them is that they’re also known for their untimely deaths. Plane crashes, car accidents, heart attacks have taken out Alcoions in nearly every branch of the family tree

Um the Alcoin’s haven’t worked in years. Jonathan, and Lena, like those before them, don’t have to :make a living”. Their financial planners do that for them.

Her mother was Jonathan’s latest fling, another pretty thing for Jonathan to keep on his arm for event that he never actually cared about. Until she revealed that Jonathan had gotten her pregnant.

Lena’s mother, Theresa, had assumed the pregnancy would mean a wedding. She could see dollar signs in her eyes the second that little stick came up with two lines. However, Jonathan and his family had other plans for the girl and the pregnancy

Given Jonathan’s young age and his status, they had planned to lie and say that Lane was actually her grandparent’s child. They paid Theresa a hefty sum to keep quiet about the pregnancy as they cheerfully announced to the press that the Aucoins were expecting a miracle child at their later stage in life

But when lane was ripped out of Theresa’s arms seconds after her birth, the young girl began stewing. Being treated like a shameful secret left her ravenous and.... feral sfgfdfg

SUICIDE, DEATH TW: On Lena’s one month birthday she headed over to the Aucoin mansion and shot Jonathan three times, then herself. They both bled out quickly as Lena’s grandparents could do nothing but scream in horror

The whole true story of Lena’s origins came out quickly in the press after that. It was a media sensation, the wealthy family ripped apart by yet another tragedy

Okay so she was raised mainly by her grandparents and was hounded by the media all through her childhood bc of how her parents died

Her grandparents.... both died within a year of each other last year. So now she’s truly alone in the world. Except for a half-sister she’s never met.

PERSONALITY: UHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh she doesn’t really have one besides sarcasm. she’s very closed off for obvious reasons. she thinks every person that talks to her is just angling for info about her and her family

She really does feel a lot... I swear.... but she’s like the Ice Queen. It’s all clamped down inside. Occasionally she explodes like a pot boiling over.

uhhhh very self-obsessed. thinks she’s the most beautiful woman to ever walk planet earth

Is constantly on drugs. Pops two Ambien at night to fall asleep and then Adderall in the morning to keep herself awake. Washes down Ritalin with red wine. Leaves class frequently to snort a line of coke

Yeah it’s how she keeps herself from feeling too much <3

Okay but she’s actually very generous? Her money feels almost dirty to her. Being an orphan, she inherited the entirety of the Aucoin wealth. she picks up the tab, always, at restaurants and if you’re friends with her she’ll often leave the designer clothes she just purchased on your doorstep with a note that say “getting rid of old stuff! enjoy!” bc the guilt is too much for her to keep them.

Self righteous for a girl who’s constantly high

The only thing that makes her laugh is videos of men falling down im not kidding

She has a smoker’s voice, raspy and low. talks in monotone.

Um she keeps an old VHS player in her dorm room and when she’s feeling low will watch Sister Act starring Whoopi Goldberg over and over again. It’s a weird habit but she watched it with her grandpa while he was dying

She actually stress bakes as a hobby but then. She feels her grandmother’s voice chiding in her ear and doesn’t eat any of it

Her favorite music? Classical. Lost her virginity in a hotel room to Franz Lizst. But her second favorite music? ABBA. No it doesn’t make sense

Wears lots of ribbons in her hair and will wake up with them tangled into it

She’s mayhaps. Just a wee bit traumatized. From her parents. and being raised by her grandparents. They were awful. Cold and mean. Her grandfather was the only bright spot in her life and he was a odd little man who tutted about reading World War II novels and firing nannies left and right sdfgfddg

Uhhh she’s cheated on every significant other she’s ever had. Sex for her is like scratching at a bug bite, once you start you can’t stop. Thinks about sex constantly. Can’t actually stop thinking about it

Wears gloves a lot like Theo Crain but for the Aesthetic

Is she a victorian ghost? idk

She’s an art history major. Bc what else does a rich girl with no ambition study <3

Wears mostly black and prefers monochrome. Her aesthetic is sexy funeral director

She has an older, on again off again boyfriend named Trevor who’s actually like. A loser. He lives in Connecticut and is the manager at a bank. But he was her first time when she was eighteen and she can’t accept that he’s a loser sdfgfdsdfgfdfg. He treats her really horribly and cheats on all his girlfriend’s with Lena

WANTED CONNECTIONS!!

the investigator: someone who see lena as like. a project. they wanna know everything about her. get past her walls. and she’s like. no thanks <3

ummmmm someone to eat all the baked goods she makes and then throws out

twin flames!!! enough said

enemies.

um the person she lost her virginity to in new york in that hotel room <3

friends!!! someone to shower her guilt generosity on. she’s disgusted by her own wealth. also like. fellow rich kids who grew up together?

give me a friendship that’s like. “our families made us hang out in hs but you’re actually kinda cool?”

EXES!!! give me someone she cheated on. or. someone who broke her heart. ok goodbye

Ummmm someone she knows she shouldn’t hook up with and... does it anyways.

hookups!!!!

bad tinder date!!!

Someone she’s told about Trevor and is like girl wyd he’s the worst and Ugly

#death tw #suicide tw #murder tw #jesus #drugs tw

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hestiamuse · 5 years

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He Sways, a Good Omens fanfic

Aziraphale didn't question why Crowley was still hanging around the bookshop. It was still early enough in their marriage that the novelty of togetherness hadn't worn off. Not by a long shot! What he didn't understand was why he seemed content to simply watch him do inventory. Once a year, he took a tally of his books, and attempted at organizing them. Unfortunately, this couldn't be done with a simple miracle or he'd never find anything. Crowley had offered to help a few times, in varying, declining tones of sincerity, but Aziraphale insisted that he had a system, thank you for the kind offer, but no assistance was required.

So, Crowley was content just to watch, his sunglasses slid up on top of his head, not hiding the fact that he was staring. It was his absolute favorite day of the year, and it was all because of a certain angel's inability to stand still. As he counted and realphabetized and sorted his hoard, he had an unconscious tic that drove Crowley wild. He swayed, he shimmied, he wiggled back and forth. Crowley had to muffle his aroused groans as he admired him. Like some exotic bird doing a mating dance. Those contented little pivots as he pondered thoughtfully among the dusty bookcases. He looked perfectly scrumptious.

Those legs, those hips! The demon was helpless to Aziraphale's unintended charm. He slouched loosely in his seat, holding his head up on his hand, elbow propped on a knee, still in danger of utter collapse. Each twitch and swivel, each shift of weight from foot to foot held him in rapt attention. And he'd be doing this all day! Crowley wished he'd thought to bring a decent camera, but he shot a short video on his phone just to keep with him.

“Crowley? What in the blazes are you sighing about in there?”

“You,” he answered honestly. “That cute twitchy dance you're doing while you work.”

Aziraphale stopped cold, getting a disappointed noise from his audience. “The what?”

“Oh, don't stop, angel, it's adorable,” Crowley said in his low, lazy voice as he crept into the front room.

Aziraphale looked incredulous, not to mention self-conscious. He looked hard at his husband, trying to determine if he was making fun of him. “It is?” Crowley nodded eagerly. “Do I...do I do this...often?”

The very turned-on demon slouched carelessly against a nearby bookcase with his arms folded over his chest. “Yeah, well, 'snot all the time...but when you're happy...sometimes when you're nervous. Good way to gauge your mood, really. I like your happy wiggles.”

“Why didn't you tell me about this sooner? How long have you noticed me doing this??” Aziraphale sounded annoyed that he had such a prominent tic that he didn't even realize. He made a conscious effort to tamp down his sudden impulse to do his “nervous wiggle”. It was strange, now that he was aware of it, he wondered how he could have ever missed it! He gripped the shelf he stood at until his knuckles turned white, his feet planted firmly on the floor, forcing himself to stand still! It surprisingly took a considerable effort!

“You've done it as long as I've known you. I figured you knew. Look, I'm sorry I said anything. I didn't mean to make you all self conscious.” Regret was clear in his voice, making Aziraphale certain that he was never laughing at him about this. “I like it, that's all.”

“Well,” the angel sniffed haughtily, “like it or not, I'm going to try to break the habit. I don't want to look...ridiculous.” In his mind, he could hear Uriel calling him that, that scornful sneer on their face. Aziraphale cringed. “What else do I do? What else do I do that's...different?”

Crowley sighed. This wasn't going the way he wanted. He'd meant to pay his husband a compliment, and now it looked like he'd never see his happy little dance again. “Promise you won't stop doing this one, too?”

“Depends.”

“You sparkle.”

“I what?!”

“Not—not like Tinkerbell or anything, but...when you do that smile and your eyes light up like stars...you sparkle,” Crowley explained, trying to describe it to such a downcast version of his beloved was difficult. The creature that stood apologetically before him looked like he'd never sparkled in his life. “Come on, Az. I hate to see you so down. Look, I made a video. It's really steamy, actually.” He hit play and showed him his screen.

Aziraphale watched the short video that Crowley had shot of him shelving books and doing his little shimmy. He looked in disbelief from the screen to his husband. “That?! You think that's...steamy?” He unconsciously gave his hips a little twitch as if in sympathy with the image on the screen. Crowley smiled. “No. Crowley, no. Oh, lord, do you think other people noticed?”

“What other people, angel? How many other people have we been around enough for them to pick up on your little twitches? And if they did, so what? Either they couldn't possibly care less, or they thought it was cute, too. Nobody's going to make fun of you for the way you move.”

“You said I did it when I'm nervous.”

“Well, yeah, sometimes. Especially if you're lying, or giving an answer you don't like.”

Aziraphale got to the real issue. “So...they probably saw,” he gave the ceiling a significant glance.

Crowley spluttered meaninglessly. “Y—w—ugh....So what if they did? They can't control you anymore. You don't answer to them anymore. You don't answer to anyone anymore! You're in charge! You don't have to give a damn about what anyone else thinks.” And with that, he stalked back into the lounge, throwing himself back onto the sofa, furious with himself for bringing it up.

For a minute, Aziraphale just stood there, then he went back to work, keeping a tight rein on his impulses this time. He winced. Now that he wasn't letting himself move naturally, it felt wrong. In his effort to keep his bottom half still, he found it creeping up into his shoulders. He heaved a sharp breath as he strove for control...then brought a fist down into the shelf with a frustrated growl.

Crowley grimaced, tutted, and shook his head. Then, he grinned to himself as he got an idea. He wound up Aziraphale's old gramophone and put on some Tchaikovsky, slowly turning the volume up until he was certain it would be heard across the room.

Aziraphale heard music...slowly he relaxed and smiled, this record was one of his favorites. He adored waltzes. He let out a relieved sigh, as if he felt the sweet music soak right into his soul. Aziraphale closed his eyes and waved a finger in the air in time to the music with a happy little hum. “Right, back to work,” he muttered to himself. He went back to his clipboard and his books, sorting and counting. He didn't realize when his movements started to slide into ¾ time. A little music certainly helped with the task at hand, and beat back the dull monotony, not to mention it soothing away his frustration. He hoped that Crowley would remember to flip the record or at least start it again when it had run out.

He hummed along pleasantly, not even stopping himself when he realized exactly what his demonic husband had done. He had to admit that this felt better, more in tune with his nature, and there was no need to stop just because someone noticed. Aziraphale crossed the doorway, grinning naughtily to himself as he willfully performed a temptation. He let his hips wiggle as he began inventorying the next shelf...then he turned to Crowley and sparkled.

Crowley looked like he'd died and gone to Heaven, watching those smooth, gliding, swaying motions set to music. It gave him a touch of pride that Hell had gotten Tchaikovsky in the end. He sighed helplessly as he longed to grab those hips that wiggled so enticingly. That adorable tummy that just stuck out over his waistband...He was the happiest infernal creature in all the world.

“So, what do I do? Do I do anything like that?” Crowley was suddenly curious what he didn't know about himself. If something that big could escape Aziraphale's notice for all this time, he was bound to have something!

“Hmm? Oh, you mean apart from your walk?”

“My walk?”

“Mm. Like you don't have any bones in your legs.” Aziraphale smiled, “It's cute. It's you. I like it, it's...snakey.” He flashed another mischievous smile at him before turning his attention back to the task at hand, feeling content that they were now even.

He carried on working for another hour or two, until he'd actually forgotten Crowley's observations altogether. Until he heard a rasping, gliding sound across the floor. He caught a split-second glimpse of a large black snake, and the next thing he knew, Crowley had his arms wrapped around his waist, his face pressed against his neck, groaning low in his throat.

“Please, may I have this dance?”

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#ineffable husbands #wiggles #domesticity

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hiddenbeats247 · 4 years

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Spotlight - Olivia Lunny

It's time for some new music and today our Spotlight - Olivia Lunny. Hailing from Winnipeg Manitoba, Olivia is coming off a win on season 2 of The Launch. We were excited to spend some time talking about her love of music and the new release of Think of Me out now!

You come from a quite creative family, your brother and manager Christian is the CEO and co-founder of several impressive companies. Have you 2 always been competitive with each other? Supportive? What was it like growing up in a household with 2 incredibly passionate and creative types? My brother and I have always been each other's biggest cheerleaders. Growing up and witnessing his success was incredibly motivating and led me to the mindset that anything is possible if you practice patience and hard work. We definitely feed off of each other's energy and passion- that being said, we both have very strong personality types so we have our fair share of debates and challenge each other's ideas often. I definitely feel blessed we get to work as a team. Since he’s come on board as management we’ve really taken things to the next level. I’m really looking forward to what we can accomplish in the years ahead as a team/sibling duo. You are very passionate about Winnipeg, your home town, boosting it up, but with travelling around the country, do you still think you guys have the best poutine? Favorite place in Canada you’ve played so far (other than hometown faves)? Where’s somewhere you want to play here in Canada? Winnipeg will always have my heart! Our poutine however was one-upped when I tried the poutine of ALL poutine’s last summer in Quebec City (at FEQ)! (Winnipeg remains a close second...) I had the chance to play In PEI at the Cavendish festival last summer and that was a huge highlight. Such a dreamy place. Future wise, I would love to hit the West Coast and play in Vancouver someday soon! Who is your biggest music inspiration and why? I always find this question so difficult to answer. Over the years I’ve been exposed to so much different music. Because of this, my inspiration has come from a collective group of artists. Coldplay will always however be one of my first and present favourite bands. (I admire their authenticity and identity in their sound!) The video for Blacklight, super cool, great song, talk us through the inspiration for that. After being on The Launch were you a bit more comfortable with the creative process in the video. Thank you!! Blacklight was the first music video/shoot I had ever been a part of. Through being on the launch, I really evolved both as a person and artist. I feel that Blacklight was the first project “post launch” where I got to explore another side to my artistry. The video itself represents how people run from their insecurities. In the case of the video, “insecurities” are shown as people lurking in the shadows. This video was so fun to shoot and the director Haille Tut is such a talented up and coming fellow female creative. What is the best advice you've been given so far? Be patient & the only person you’re competing against is yourself. I find it so easy to get distracted and start comparing goals to others etc. irony is, when you can stay disciplined and zoom into your own goals/ life- that’s when you will become the happiest and most successful. Big year for you, winning CTV’s the Launch, must’ve been pretty wild, walk us through what that was like, how it felt to win. 2019 was a very surreal and crazy ride- I went on The Launch with absolutely no expectations. I was the most excited to simply have my music heard by such a large television audience. Winning opened up a whole new chapter for me and I’m forever grateful for my time on the launch because of that. Receiving validation from industry moguls was 100% the reassurance I didn’t know I needed. This really helped me gain some confidence on the writing side of things and at the same time was incredibly humbling. The music industry is a wild place, every artist's journey is so individually unique, and I feel blessed that this opportunity has become a big part of my story and stepping stone so early on in my career. What was the experience like working with Scott Borchetta? Scott is such a kind and passionate human being. I really felt supported and respected working with him. He also has a great ear for music so receiving positive feedback from him was amazing. You received a lot of praise from Jann Arden specifically, what’s it like having a Canadian icon gush over you so blatantly? The “gush” was 110% reciprocal! Jann is so talented and an iconic Canadian. Hearing her speak the way she did about my music was a surreal and special moment. I will always hold that moment in my heart. What was the process like writing with Tyler Shaw for the new single Think Of Me? Tyler is one of the kindest, most genuine people I’ve met. I found the writing process with him very easy and organic. I think our styles of music blend really nicely, so collaborating has been really fun. What is the story you are trying to tell with your music? What’s the story behind Think Of Me? I almost always draw inspiration from personal experiences (whether I’m aware of that or not). The narrative in my songs explore the different perspectives and sides to experiencing love. Think of Me is a post break up anthem with a nostalgic feel. I had gone through a recent break up, Tyler had a concept and melody idea, 3 hours later the song was born! With the new release is there any plans for shows and or tours coming up? Yes- I hope so! The world’s chaotic right now though so I think the most important thing we can do is stay home and enjoy music digitally Finally what would you like to tell your fans? Thank you for listening, thank you for allowing me to create. xoxo Check out Think of Me available now! To keep up to date with Olivia Lunny visit her website! http://www.olivialunny.com/

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sturmxundxdrang · 6 years

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tagged by sweetheart @leiderschneider and @babypaulchen a long time ago (sorry omg)

Rules: answer the 11 questions given to you and then come up with your 11 questions.

1. Can you drive / do you want to learn?

I have a license but I rarely drive because parking is hell and I get anxious

2. Favourite album from any band/artist?

Sehnsucht - Rammstein

3. What book are you reading? If you are?

Not currently reading anything ):

4. Do you ever want to be in a band? If so, what instrument would you want to play/ would you want to sing?

I am already in one and my bandmates are the best <3

5. What really makes you angry?

Most things aslajsla but like, people that are not polite

6. Favourite Beatle?

Don’t kill me, I never really liked The Beatles, so I don’t have a fav

7. Are you learning German or do you want to learn German?

Learning (:

8. Your favourite smell?

Cliche, but that smell after the rain.

9. Would you organise books alphabetically, by genre, by colour or by size?

Alphabetically.

10. Do you cook or bake? Do you want to learn?

I can cook/bake decent thing but would love to take cooking classes.

11. Favourite Rammstein album?

Sehnsucht lmao

babypaulchen’s:

1. Who is your favorite Rammstein member, and why?

I have an entire post on this lmao but I love Richard because I relate to him in so many ways.

2. Favorite and least favorite Rammstein song?

Favorite would be Sehnsucht, least favorite is anything in the Remix Album

3. What is your favorite Rammstein music video, and why?

I’ll have to say Ich Will, because that was one of the first videos of them I’ve seen.

4. One pet peeve regarding the Rammstein community/fandom, if any?

I don’t really have anything to complain, because I’ve made amazing friends in the community.

5. Have you had any Rammstein dreams? If so, describe one or two!

Just today I had a dream that me and @maplesyrup-olliepop met the boys (:

6. What is your favorite picture of your favorite band member, if you have one?

My icon lmao

7. What is one Rammstein song you want a music video for? Any video ideas for that particular song?

AHEM @thunder-lightning-strike 5/4

8. Favorite Rammstein era? Why?

Sehnsucht again because young babes

9. If you could ask your favorite Rammstein member a question, what would it be?

‘What do you love the most about music?’ at any of them.

10. What are your favorite lyrics from Rammstein, if you have any?

“Erst wird es heiss dann kalt am Ende tut es weh”, from Amour.

11. If you had to get one (or another) Rammstein inspired tattoo, what would it be?

ajsajsa that’s one thing I have never decided, my dude, but probably would be the quote above.

My questions:

1. How did you find Tumblr?

2. Did you expect to stan your fav band as much as you do now?

3. What’s one thing you wanna do before dying?

4. Have you met someone from a band you like?

5. What’s your favorite movie?

6. If you had to give someone one life advice right now, what would it be?

7. Do you listen to music for the instruments or the lyrics?

8. What’s your talent?

9. Where would you be right now if you could go anywhere?

10. Would you rather be immortal and have opportunities to make your life perfect, or have a perfect life handed to you but die early?

11. Do you have any song that represents who you are?

Tagging: @tills-doughnut @tills-wolf @thunder-lightning-strike @daveslutstaine @smackmytup @rammsteinsgirlfriend @maplesyrup-olliepop @liebe-ist-ein-wildes-tier

#tag game #does n 10 even make sense lmao #I hope it does

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Cactus, a Relationship

So this 1) took forever to write and I’m sorry, I was just not feeling like writing honestly. 2) It’s also short but I like where it went and I didn’t want to add to it honestly. Hope you like it! Drop me a line and requests are always open. Love y’all lots.

Title: Cactus, a Relationship Summary: Every healthy couple has their nicknames, their inside jokes and their rules. The Styles Warnings: Nope

Harry grinned and sipped at his coffee. “You look very pretty today, love.”

Jamie snorted and dropped a tea bag in her mug, tugging at her- Dante’s -frankly rancid plaid shirt. “Thank you, but I’m pretty sure that my shirt has seen better days. I’m not sure it’s going to survive the wash for much longer.”

“How long have you had it?”

“Oh roughly forever…” She grinned and poured milk in her tea. “It was my brother’s back in middle school, I nabbed it when he outgrew it.”

Harry smiled. “He must be a giant, then, love. To ‘ave outgrown a shirt that is still twice your size.”

She put the milk back in the fridge, shrugging as the door swung closed. “He’s maybe an inch taller than you, but I’d imagine he’s got a couple pounds on you. He’s always been a big dude, broad.”

“All muscle though, yeah?” Harry just wanted her to keep talking, he liked the way her mouth moved and twisted around her words, her accent quirking at her lips and rolling syllables over her tongue in a new, interesting way.

Carrying her mug over to the table, she snorted. “Yeah… muscle and probably a few too many slices of cheesecake.”

“Don’t be mean, love.” He chuckled.

“I’m not! He’d agree with me.” She smiled. “He does like his cheesecake. He works out a bit, but y’know.. He’s a musician.”

Harry looked comically offended. “What’s that mean?”

Sipping at her tea, she tapped her fingers against the table idly. “Well… most of us normal mortals have to work to look like Hollywood wants us to. My brother, and I for that matter, don’t always care to put in the effort.”

“What effort?” He scoffed. “Don’t be silly, love. You’re bloody gorgeous. Allways as far as I can tell.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, she sunk back into her chair and smiled at him. “You’re sweet.”

“Pretty Boy.” She smirked and laid her arm over his shoulders. “I have somethin’ to tell you.”

Harry sipped on his drink and pulled her into his lap, oblivious or uncaring that the group around them was largely unaware that they were… whatever they were. “What’s tha’, m’ beautiful girl?”

She smiled, giddy off him, and pressed her forehead to his. “I think you’re great.”

He grinned. “I think you’re great too.”

She sipped at her drink and leaned back to push hair off his forehead. “Are you having a good birthday?”

“I am.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “How can I not? I’m at my favorite restaurant with my favorite people around me and my favorite girl in my lap.”

She blushed and pressed a slower, deeper kiss to his mouth, hands framing his face. “You’re my favorite boy too.”

“Am I?”

She hummed and twirled and errant curl around her finger. “Indubitably.”

“I love it when yeh talk dirty to me.” He grinned, eyes on her lips.

“So easy to please.” She threaded her finger through his hair and tugged lightly, revelling in his soft groan.

He sipped at his drink and grinned. “What are we doin’ after this, love?”

“Whatever you want.”

“It’s my birthday after all.” His dimple deepened by the second and she ran the thumb of the hand still buried in his hair over it.

She licked over her bottom lip and nodded. “It’s your birthday after all.”

“Yeh ready to go, love?” His eyes were now on the low-cut of her pretty sequined party dress. He lifted a hand and rubbed it up the length of her thigh. “Want this dress on my floor.”

She smiled and stood, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. “What birthday boy wants birthday boy gets.”

Jamie smiled and reached her arm around Harry’s waist and pinched gently at her youngest’s soft side. The five-year-old squealed and buried his face in his father’s hip. He peeked around Harry and giggled. “Mumma, no tickling.”

Jamie nodded and reached to tickle him again. “Georgie, yes tickling.”

Harry, weather eye kept on his meandering older children, smiled, deeply content.

“Daddy?”

He smiled down at eleven-year-old Robbie and reached out to drop one massive hand on his shoulder, leading him gently in front of him. “Yeah, mate?”

“Can Mickie and I have ice cream?”

Looking at Mickie- and Georgie and Robbie for that matter -was like looking in a mirror and all three of his sons had mastered the puppy-dog eyes that were sure to get them what they-

“No.”

“Aw.. Mum.” Mickie scuffed the toe of his converse in the dirt.

Harry shrugging, knowing full well that he’d been about to break. Thank God for his wife. “You heard her. No ice cream.”

“But why?”

“Cause.”

Mickie grinned his father’s mischievous dimpled grin and leaned against her free side as if he were unaware that he was already at least an inch taller than her. “Mum, that’s against the rules. You gotta answer.”

Harry smiled and wrapped his free arm around his wife, supporting her against his side. “It is Styles Family Rule Number Three, Monster.”

She snorted. “Didn’t realize we had them numbered, Haz.”

“Well we do.”

Reaching for Robbie’s hand, she rolled her eyes at Harry. She dropped a kiss on Mickie’s forehead and brushed lightly at Robbie’s fringe. “You can’t have ice cream because we are about to eat dinner with Uncle Niall and Auntie Mitzi and the boys. Maybe… Maybe if it isn’t too late when we’re done eating, we can get dessert.” She smiled. “You hafta sleep tonight, we have an early flight in the morning and I’m not dragging grumpy boys through LAX.”

“Mum…” Mickie cast a look at Robbie then up at his father. “When do you ever drag us through LAX? We drag you.”

Harry coughed into his fist hiding a smile and Jamie huffed and knocked her hip against his. “I’ll have you know that I am loads better than I was before I started havin’ kids, aren’t I, Baby?”

Harry grinned and made a so-so motion. “Well..-”

“Mum! Dad!”

They both looked up at their daughters, both girls- small, fair, artsy Evie and tall, brunette, glamazon AB -grinned and stood half in the door of a music store. Evie shoved her phone in her purse and cupped her hands around her mouth. “They’re playin’ one of Dad’s old music videos! Come see!”

Harry groaned and Jamie snickered as she tugged him toward the store. The girl behind the counter gaped as they entered and Harry pushed his hair off his face and set his sunglasses in his hair. He smiled politely at her and swung Georgie up into his arms as he came to a stop behind Jamie.

The Best Song Ever video was almost over by the time they got there and Jamie rested her chin on Robbie’s head. Video-Harry grinned big and she smiled in kind. “That has always been my favorite part of this video.” She cast a look back at Harry as he set his hand on her shoulder, lightly rubbing his thumb over the nape of her neck. “Such a happy noodle-boy.”

Harry stuck his tongue out her.

“That was before you met Daddy, right Mumma?”

She nodded. “Yep. That was well before I met him.” She winked at Harry. “Good thing I did though, yeah? Now I have five happy noodles!” She leaned back against Harry and offered a kiss which Harry accepted. “Now we gotta go. Uncle Niall gets grumpy when we make him wait too long.”

Jamie sighed and half-turned in the mirror, trying valiantly to find something about herself that she liked in this dress. She picked at the navy velvet neckline and shook her head.

There was an almost wistful sigh behind her and she turned to see Harry. “What?”

He grinned and stepped up next to her. “Yer so fuckin’ beautiful, love.”

She smiled and picked at a piece of lint on his collar. She shrugged. “Eh… I’m not all that into it.”

He made a face and rubbed the velvet between his fingers. “Why?”

She motioned vaguely at the mirror. “Just don’t know.” She smiled. “I like this suit though, Baby. Very nice.”

“Is it the color?”

She nodded. “Yeah it’s a nice color for you.”

“No.” He grinned. “Do yeh not like the color of yer dress?”

She considered herself in the mirror and shrugged. “Maybe? It just feels very heavy… I just don’t pull off dark colors like you do, I guess. It’s all of it.”

Harry pulled her closer to him and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Yeh are gorgeous in literally everything yeh put on, Monster, everything. However, if yeh don’t like it… I did see a very pretty yellow dress that ye’d also look gorgeous in and yeh should try that.”

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “Yeah alright.”

She paused and considered him quietly. “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing… You just have great bone structure. Seriously. Just beautiful.”

Harry blushed. “You have great everything.”

“Hey.” She grabbed Harry’s face, quieting his nervous pacing. “You have great everything.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Go knock ‘em dead.”

“This is my wife, Jamie.” Harry grinned back at her. “She has great everything.”

Jamie laughed and waved at the crowd.

Jamie plucked at the topmost buttoned button on Harry’s shirt. When it popped open, she gasped and looked up at Harry. “Oops.”

Harry grinned down at her, before leaning over to press his forehead to her shoulder, chuckling.

She pressed her hands to his chest as he lazily wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in. She tutted and sneakily rubbed her thumbs over smooth tattooed skin. “Calm your tits, Hazza, seriously.”

He lifted his head, eyes heavy on hers. He kissed her softly and grinned. “Calm them for me, Monster? Hmm?”

She smiled, blushing. “How exactly should I do that?”

“Oh, I have ideas.”

She crooked her finger at Harry and grinned as he came over to her mic and dropped a kiss on her lips, leaning over her guitar.

“Yeh look so pretty today, love.”

She smiled and reached up lightning fast to pluck at his shirt. The button popped open and she grinned. “Oops.”

Mitch groaned into his mic. “No undressing on stage, lovebirds.”

The crowd screamed and Jamie giggled.

Harry popped up behind her and grinned. “Oops.” He plucked at the button on her blouse and cackled as she doubled over to rebutton it, laughing.

She swatted at his arm and giggled. “You behave!”

Lola arched an eyebrow. “I’m sorry… Did I just see an ‘H’ tattooed on your boob?”

Jamie flushed and turned to her, shushing. “Hush woman, the whole goddamn neighborhood will hear you.”

Lola shrugged and cast a look at Harry, who kept peeking at Jamie’s brothers. “You somehow got Freddie to tatt-”

“Of course not.” Jamie re-buttoned her blouse. “I’m not going to ask my brother to-”

“Tattoo your boyfriend’s initial on your tit?”

“What’s goin’ on over here?” Ryan meandered closer and sipped at his beer.

Turning, Lola cackled. “Sh-”

Jamie shushed her again and waved away him. “It’s none ya business, hermano, keep it moving.” When he’d wondered away, she turned back to Lola. “You crazy? You gotta keep ya damn mouth shut. Fuckin’ Ryan will have a bloody conniption.”

“I just can’t believe you let him tattoo your boob. You who has never gotten a tattoo that Freddie didn’t do for you.”

Jamie reached for Harry’s hand as he attempted to look nonchalant. “Yeah well…” She shrugged and squeezed Harry’s hand. “It was nice, right, Baby?”

Harry smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“So it’s like a kink?” Lola turned to Harry. “Is that somethin’ you’re into, m’hijo?”

Huffing, Jamie flicked her off and pressed her face into Harry’s chest. “Screw you, Lola.”

Suddenly Lola gasped. “Wait! If you’ve got an ‘H’ on your boob…” She pointed at Harry. “Where’d she put it?”

Harry shifted uncomfortably and Jamie huffed. “Hush!”

“Did you tattoo a ‘J’ on his dick?”

Jamie rolled her eyes. “Of course no-”

“Yeah but it’s close, isn’t it?” Lola looked comically scandalized. “You two are into some real kinky shit. Damn.”

A Display Up Next: A Love

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