#elia casanova

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I'll Call You Mine – Elias Pettersson

Summary: Elias is sick of being the single guy on the team so he asks his friend with benefits to pretend to be his girlfriend. Good thing pretending to be a girlfriend is her profession.

Author’s Note: Explicit sexual content below, sex work (the two aren’t one in the same)

Word Count: 9.6k

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Break me down And I'll call you mine And I know I've been around

Geena feels a hand press between her legs, her body pushes against the friction by its own volition.

She doesn’t have time for this, she says as much in her grogginess.

“Too worn out for another round?”

“Whatever makes you feel better Casanova,” she removes the hand and throws it behind her.

It doesn’t completely deter him; he moves to kiss her bare shoulder.

“E, seriously I can’t smell like sex at work, and I have just enough time to sleep for 10 more minutes and shower.”

He lets out a heavy sigh and buries his face between her shoulder blades.

“Who gets an escort at 4 pm on a Tuesday?”

Elias always says escort like it’s any other job. Like he’s mentioning a waitress or accountant or something. It is like any other job, but it’s not how most people react.

“It’s my favorite client, once a week he has me hold his hand at an early dinner and wear a sundress.”

“Okay then come back tonight,” he glosses over the details without judgment.

It’s refreshing.

They’re just fucking; she never has to put up with any shit even if he gave her any. If she ever felt slighted in the least, she knows she could find at least ten other guys to put in her sex rotation.

But Elias is the most consistent partner she’s ever had and it would be hard to give up just because he was being a judgmental ass.

She’s spent years putting up with that kind of behavior, she has thick skin. But there’s something nice about not needing to shield herself, let her soft underbelly show.

“I have a second client afterward, that might run pretty late and don’t you fly out tomorrow?”

“No, we just have an optional morning skate tomorrow.”

“So, you’re going to skate? Optional isn’t really your thing,” she smirks even though he can’t see, she knows him so well.

Elias wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into him, makes sure she can feel his arousal. Makes sure she knows what she’s giving up for some extra sleep and a shower.

She lets out an airy sigh that borders on moan. Instead of leaning into that desire she rolls over and out of the bed.

“I’m not humoring you on this,” Geena laughs so Elias knows she’s not actually angry, “but I don’t work tomorrow so I guess I can come back tonight.”

It doesn’t quite appease Elias, who grabs her arm and pulls her back into a kiss. It’s simple, no demands behind it, but it still makes Geena second guess leaving. She has just enough will power to pull away and go to the bathroom, not giving Elias a second glance.

She comes back out already dressed; a blue sundress that brushes her mid-thighs, her hair tied into a single braid hanging over her shoulder. It’s the picture of innocence, but it sets something on fire in Elias. He kind of understands now why the man wants her to dress like this.

Geena seems to notice the flash of lust in his eyes and blows him a kiss, worried what will happen if she gets too close, “don’t wait up.”

Elias waits up, not entirely on purpose. He’s playing video games with some friends in Sweden when he hears the apartment door open. He’d given her a key so she could come and go when they meet up late for booty calls, her words not his.

“You’re not streaming, are you?” He hears her whisper from the doorway.

“No, but I’ll be done in a minute.”

He continues to play and Geena comes and wraps her arms gently around his shoulders, careful to not jostle him.  She gives him a couple of soft kisses along his jaw and he feels something cold press against the back of his neck.

He turns to see the outfit change Geena made since he last saw her. The braid is replaced with a mane of wild waves and she’s wearing a virginal white dress that almost glows, even more so against the leather harness she’s wearing over it.

He mumbles something in Swedish before turning off the game and turning towards her.

“This is new,” he plays with the metal ring that sits between her clavicles.

She rolls her eyes, suddenly looking exhausted.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she runs her hands over his shoulders until they link together behind him, “but I could use some help taking it off.”

“I think I could lend a hand.”

Elias stands up and kisses her, she tastes like gin; he wraps his fingers under the straps to pull her closer.

She’s on her tip toes to reach his lips, leaving her unbalanced or maybe that’s the feverish pace of the kisses.  

“Wall… bed… flat surface,” Geena breaths out between kisses.

Elias smirks against her lips and pushes her towards the nearest wall slotting his knee between her legs.

“I’m glad you came back,” he bunches up her skirt and rubs her through her lacy underwear, a patch of wetness already forming, “I guess you are, too.”

“Just do something,” she bucks against his hand.

He moves to kiss down her neck, but doesn’t make any forward progress with his fingers. If anything, his touch becomes lighter, only ghosting over Geena even as he moves her underwear down her legs.

The frustrated groan Geena makes has his cock twitching.

She pushes him away with some force, enough to give her space to kick of her panties and pull Elias back by his waistband. His thigh is pressed back against her and she moves rhythmically against him, desperate for friction.  Her hand reaching in his shorts and gripping his cock, stroking it to full attention with expert quickness.

“Fuck G,” he groans and pulls her back into a kiss, desperate to find some leverage.

Her hips circle more erratically, like she’s close to finding her climax just rubbing against his leg like an animal. As hot as that is, Elias wants more.

He moves his hands down her body, over her ass and to the back of her thighs, lifting her further up the wall and off her feet.

She gasps, half in displeasure at the loss of contact when she’s so close to falling over the edge and half in excited anticipation.

Geena helps line him up while he holds her against the wall; she doesn’t have time to waste, knowing she won’t last long.

Elias shows his control and strength as he slowly lowers her down his length. It’s too much, but it’s perfect. They feel every centimeter on the way down, until he bottoms out.

He looks up and sees her pupils blown out looking back down at him. Geena opens her mouth like she has something to say, but a strangled sound comes out instead.

She leans down to kiss him, mouth hot and tongue clashing against his. She grips his shoulders and pushes herself up, aching for Elias to move. He gets the hint and jackhammers his hips up towards her.

He keeps up the brutal and unrelenting pace, he can’t keep his lips working at the same time and leans his head forward on her chest. Geena digs her nails into the back of his neck, digging crescents so deep they might draw blood.

He bites into one of the leather straps of her harness, his movements becoming more irregular, wilder.

“Babe, I’m close, just keep going.”

Geena leans back into the wall, changing the angle just enough.  Everything feels hotter and tighter, and Elias bites harder into the leather as he feels her milk his orgasm out of him.

Still, he doesn’t slow his pace even as it becomes almost too much, too overstimulating. He thrusts until Geena lets out a whimper and goes nearly limp in his arms. Elias suddenly aware of her weight and the burning in his arms and thighs.

He slides her down the wall until her feet touch the ground again. Her legs wobbles and he has to hook his fingers under the straps to help hold her up.

Elias pulls her along to his bedroom, sitting her down in her post-orgasm haze. He gently undoes the straps of the harness and slides it off her body. He moves to her dress, pulling the garment over her head. She’s pliant and dazed, but gives him a soft smile before she scoots up the bed.

He goes to the bathroom and gets a washcloth and runs it under warm water. He gently washes the mess between her thighs, where her juices and his come are leaking out of her, running down her thighs.

“Sorry, I should have showered,” she says sleepily, giving his bicep a gentle squeeze.

He doesn’t respond, just removes his own clothes that never came off and joins her in the bed. He gently kisses below her breasts, her sternum, her shoulders where deep red marks from the too-tight straps of the harness scream out red and raw.

Elias wants to say something, ask her questions but it’s not his place to ask. He doesn’t fully understand the intricacies of her job, but they’re just fucking and she doesn’t owe him any answers or explanations.

He kisses her shoulders once more and then her lips, hoping his actions speak a little bit of what he really wants to say.  She cups his face like she understands and curls into his side before closing her eyes.

His fingers rub gently over the indentations around her back until sleep takes him too.

\\\

Geena is cooking eggs when he comes back. Elias has never hated his closet full of baggy clothes more than right now; Geena is swimming in one of his shirts making her look like she’s more of a blob than a tantalizing, half-naked woman.

“I thought you going to be ready and waiting for me in bed?”

“I got hungry,” she plates her food before she turns around, “definitely needed to refuel if there was a repeat performance.”

She hops up onto the counter and Elias hates his baggy shirt a little less when it rides up her thighs.

“Before we get back to it…” Elias places a hand on her thigh, “there’s this team event…” he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.

“Like right now? You could have just texted if you needed to do something.”

“No, there’s this get-together this weekend and I wanted to know if you would… escort me?”

“Escort you…?”

“I’m sick of going alone to these things and wives trying to find me dates while everyone else has significant others.”

“I thought Quinn was single cause he broke up with that girl with the stripper name?”

Elias laughs, ignoring the giddiness he feels when Geena remembers even the most mundane things he brings up between their benefits.

“Lux?”

“Yeah, where was that name when I was a stripper? It’s perfect, you can go with Luxxx with three Xs or Lux Luxury; she’s sitting on a gold mine.”

“Yeah, well Quinn has a new girlfriend.”

“Wow, good for Huggy,” she grins to herself before going back to her food.

“So, what do you think?” Elias tries to get back on subject but is a little embarrassed to say the words again.

“You want me to be your date to get people off your back because you’re fine with having casual sex and don’t need a real relationship, but clearly saying that isn’t working?”

“More or less yeah.”

“I mean I am a professional dater…” she has a devious little grin, knowing she’s making him squirm a bit.

“A big part of why I’m asking you and not one of my other hookups,” he smirks like he actually has a list of other hookups.

She sets aside her now empty plate and runs her nails over his scalp and the buzzcut she’s grown to love.

She lets out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know E, we’re having sex.”

“Not at this exact moment,” he can’t help himself in the moment, being in her proximity brings it out of him.

She rolls her eyes but can’t stop the smile, “I don’t have sex with clients so it would be kind of weird and wrong to make you sign a contract or something.”

“I’m not asking for this to be a big official thing.”

“Elias, you’re thinking this is just a one and done thing, but if you want these people off your back I can’t just show up once and then fuck off.”

She cups his face, wants to make herself crystal clear.

“It means I will have to show up a few times, which makes this a time commitment, and some of those times will be during my prime working hours, which means I’ll be doing my job without making money and that makes the whole thing like an unpaid internship.”

“Okay, then let’s do this under the table,” he kisses up her jawline towards her lips, “and I pay you in sexual favors.”

“In an attempt to avoid me becoming a prostitute for you, you’re suggesting I become a prostitute for you,” she shoves him back a little bit, but he’s between the vee of her thighs and can’t go too far.

“I think the correct term is sex worker.”

Geena lets out a surprised snort.

“I appreciate your nuanced terminology, but I’m technically kind of a sex worker as an escort, so I’m just using it to differentiate. Also, I’m legally allowed to sell sex but it’s illegal to buy sex in Canada so we’re entering a real murky area here.”

She hooks her ankles behind him and pulls him close, “Will you give me a bit to think about it, like a day max.”

“Yeah of course,” he gives her a quick peck, “are you still gonna stick around for the day?”

“Yeah, you properly using the term sex worker weirdly does it for me.”

\\\

She ends up agreeing, there wasn’t really any doubt. She likes making Elias happy.

Geena rolls into Elias’ apartment two hours before he says to come over with a suitcase in tow.

Elias is watching TV in his boxer briefs and looks almost embarrassed to be caught being lazy and disheveled. Even though Geena knows he got in late from a road game in Winnipeg, where the plane had been delayed due to weather.

“Why are you here so early?”

“You gave me like no information about tonight, so I brought some outfit options for any occasion from super casual to full black tie.”

Elias just blinks, not sure how to respond as Geena starts opening the suitcase.

“G, we haven’t even discussed how I would,” he rubs the back of his neck, “pay you.”

He’s getting second thoughts about the whole thing.

“I decided the first one is free, see if I fit in and it feels natural then we’ll discuss payment plan,” she winks and continues pulling out outfits.

“This is a little overwhelming.”

“You’re getting the full Ruby experience. You can still call me Geena though, since we know each other intimately, going with my escort name might be confusing.”

He feels a bit nauseous. He assumes it’s showing on his face because Geena stops what she’s doing and joins him on the couch.

“E, this is literally my profession, I’m taking charge here so you don’t have to worry about stuff. But I have to get some information so you can relax and follow my lead.”

She gives him a quick kiss as a form of reassurance.

“It’s in a private room at a nice-ish restaurant.”

“Great start,” she gets up and holds up a black jumpsuit and a blue dress.

“Uhhh, the dress.”

“Excellent choice, now how do you want me to be?”

“What?”

“How do you want me to act? Cheery? Cerebral? Demure? Mysterious?”

“I just thought you’d act like yourself; I like how you are.”

Geena feels her face heat up.

“And PDA? Are we a little handsy–“

Elias laughs at the irony of that.

“I said handsy not hand job Elias,” she puts a stop to this tangent immediately, “but let’s say casual touching, nothing below the waist.”

“What if I want to grab your ass?” Geena quickly making him calmer about the whole thing.

“Okay, we’ll play the PDA stuff by ear.”

Geena knows the PDA situation the moment the hostess starts leading them to the private room in the back of the restaurant. The confidence Elias had thought he built up immediately crumbles and his whole body tenses up beside hers.

She grabs his hand, knowing she’ll probably be a calming touch away the whole night.  

Were he any other client she wouldn’t say the next thought out loud, “Loosen your grip E, you don’t want them to think you have to physically force a woman to go on a date with you.”

“No, I just have to pay one,” he whispers with a smirk.

She squeezes his hand, reminds him to stay this loose.

The tension comes back almost instantly. Apparently, Geena is the first date Elias has ever brought around, so meeting her is the main event of the evening.

Tension ratchets up further when the obvious question comes up, “how did you two meet?”

His eyes widen and he starts to stutter for a response. Geena has to practically pry her hand loose so she can wrap an arm around his waist and tuck herself into his side. His grip on her shoulder is only a little too tight.

“I was supposed to be meeting a guy in his building for a date,” Elias is shocked that Geena is telling the real story.

“And I’ve been waiting for 15 minutes already and this dude is not answering his buzzer and of course my phone has died in the meantime so I can’t call him or a car to leave. And obviously at this point the weather also has to be terrible and it starts pouring rain and I happen to be standing in front of the only luxury apartment building that has no overhang to stand under.”

She’s a natural conversationalist, Elias looks around, everybody is already enthralled just by the way she talks.

“So, I’m getting absolutely soaked while I’m thinking about what to do next, when Elias comes running from a car that just dropped him off and he lets me into the lobby because I must look too pathetic to be a thief or something.”

“I thought you were a wet dog when I saw you out of the corner of my eye,” he jokes and squeezes her tighter as she gives him a playful bat.

“Okay, I guess he let this wet dog in the lobby and I explained what happened with this other guy, and Elias offers to call me a car but makes me give him my number so I can text him that I made it home safely, which was clearly just a way to get my number– “

“Hey, there are security cameras in the lobby I didn’t want to be the last person on camera to see you if you got murdered.”

Elias feels his face heating up, he’s glad his teammates think it’s because he’s being called out for using a cheesy line. Because while the night really did end that way, Elias had actually invited Geena up to his place to charge her phone and take a dry sweatshirt first.

They ended up having sex on his couch while her phone charged.

“Uh-huh, sure, that’s the reason,” she rolls her eyes before kissing his cheek, he heats up even more.

Suddenly, Elias is relaxed. It’s like Geena passed a test and integrated into the group. She stays a touch away while they mingle until dinner starts.

Elias keeps a casual arm on the back of her chair during dinner, Geena working the room so well he has no idea why he was so nervous.

Then he notices the way Garland is looking at her, like he knows something. He pushes the feeling down and focuses on the warmth of Geena’s body against his palm. Garland spends most of the dinner looking like he wants to ask something, which keeps Elias on edge for most of dinner.

Eventually he gets the courage to ask, “Sorry Geena, you look so familiar, have we met before or do you just have one of those faces?”

Elias stiffens and Geena places a hand on his thigh and rubs it, telling him not to worry.

“I think I have one of those faces. Last time I heard that, someone told me I looked like some woman from pornos, so maybe I have porno face.”

She has big, innocent doe eyes when she says it while other people snort on their drinks. Conor turns pink as his fiancée is torn between laughing and being grossed out. She breaks the tension with a laugh and the topic is dropped.

Geena wouldn’t be surprised if he recognized her, her days as a stripper brought a lot of NHL teams to the club. Even some of the Canucks had made an appearance now and then, no judgement with what adults want to do, just facts.

Many a rookie party wrapped up in the strip club, when most people were too far gone to think about their inhibitions any longer. One of the rookies, usually the most or least sober, would be handed a stack of ones and shoved towards a back room.

She remembers bringing one rookie back herself. When he sat down, she finally realized he was really a boy just playing dress up as a man. Then he burst into tears, words garbled up through sobs and intoxication, something about this not being who he is.

They were about the same age, but Geena felt maternal in the moment.

Geena rubbed his back and assured him she didn’t need to do anything; they could sit until he calmed down. When he finally stopped, she got ice cubes to help get rid of the puffiness around his eyes, a trick of the trade. Once he looked presentable, she slipped him a pair of underwear into his back pocket, a very Sixteen Candles move.

“Oh my god you were incredible,” Elias says as they get into his car after dinner, “no wonder you do this for a living.”

“And you’re so quick on your feet! That porno line, I thought Garly was going to swallow his tongue,” he continues.

“Customer service is the most important part of sex work,” she gives a soft smile.

Normally, after a date with a client she’d have a joint or an edible and if she was still feeling wired, she’d call someone for a hook up. But Elias is her go-to hook up and it makes her whole routine feel out of whack.

She wants to go home with him, have a night cap and at least make out a little, but everything is different and that feels like a boundary she can’t cross. Even with her lover turned sort of client.

“Hey E, can you take me back to my place?”

His foot stutters on the brake, bringing them to a jerky stop and go.

“It’s just I’m tired and since we’re treating this like a real job it feels wrong. I wouldn’t go home with a client; I wouldn’t even get in a car with them.”

“Oh right, of course. That makes perfect sense.”

The car is silent as the lights of Vancouver flash by, Geena slouching further into her seat. The weight of everything seeping into her bones.

Elias pulls up in front of Geena’s building, “Thanks for tonight, I really owe you. But we can discuss my payment later,” he gives devilish smirk and Geena can’t help but smile back.

“Cool, let me know the gossip about me in the group chat later.”

She leans in for kiss, but even though that’s their norm it feels like a violation to her own code of conduct. She bails last minute for an awkward kiss on the cheek which ends up with Elias kissing her right below her eye.

She scampers away before she can see his reaction.

\\\

The weird feeling doesn’t go away after her joint. Not after a boiling hot shower or the cold shower she takes afterwards.

It still doesn’t go away when she texts u up? to the contact ‘For a Good Time 💦’ and she lets him fuck her throat until she’s a mess of tears and snot and can barely talk, let alone think.

After a good night’s sleep, the feeling is still crawling under her skin. It makes Geena want to rub it raw. Since the weirdness isn’t going away any time soon, she pulls up her wish list she sends to some clients, she usually calls it tipping, and sends it to Elias.

Ten minutes later she realizes without context the list seems weird and follows up with: For payment after our next date, leaving what and how much up to you, think of it as my friends discount lmk where and when you need me next

Geena turns off her phone and tries to enjoy her day off, the weird feeling settling like a pair of glasses, still there but no longer aware of them.

It helps that the Canucks are on an East coast road trip. They’ve been hooking up for almost two years but don’t really keep tabs on each other. It’s like the moment either of them leave the greater Vancouver area they become strangers.

So, she’s not surprised that she just has a thumbs up as a response when she turns her phone back on. But she is surprised when two days later there’s a large package at her PO box. She wasn’t actually expecting Elias to work so fast, to be thinking of her on his work trip.

She opens the package at home, there’s a note on top of the tissue: To keep my snack warm, E.

Geena rolls her eyes, but gasps when she pulls out a slate blue cashmere coat. It’s the kind of expensive thing she puts on her wish list without expecting to ever get it. Like putting something too fancy on a wedding registry hoping some rich, distant relative will actually go for it.

She does a grossed-out shiver thinking about Elias as a rich, distant relative.

But it doesn’t stop her from stroking the luxurious coat with awe. She puts it on and it fits perfectly, she thinks she might live in it from now on. It’s too much for one date that was supposed to be complimentary, too grand a gesture. Still, she loves it too much to care.

She shows up at Elias’ place after his first home game back. They won; she knew because the buzz on her phone from the NHL app kept going off during her date with a client. He turned out to be a big Canucks fan, but still it made her mind preoccupied on the job. Always a bad thing in her line of work.

Geena knocks on his door, worried that he isn’t alone. He’s a star Canuck who just won a game in a pretty rough season. He would deserve it and it wouldn’t be hard to find someone for him. Still, Geena ain’t no cock block.

His jacket is off and tie loosened when he opens the door, like he just got home.

“Hey G, the coat looks nice,” Elias smirks as he lets his eyes rake up and down her body, he doesn’t move aside to let her in

“Thank you, it was way too much, but it’s nice.”

Geena tries to casually peer around him, making sure he’s alone. He immediately catches on.

“Are you here for business or pleasure?” his tone cocky.

She shrugs, “I haven’t decided yet.”

Elias makes a show of moving out of the way, revealing for certain he’s alone.

Geena makes a show of walking past him and taking off her coat, revealing her burgundy slip dress with a dangerously high slit.

“Had a client tonight?” Elias moves closer to her.

She nods and takes a step back, “a business man who was a big Canucks fan.”

“That make you think of me?”

“Yeah, and that’s not great for business, I was so distracted I don’t think he’ll give me a good tip,” Geena pouts.

“That’s too bad, you love a good tip.”

The game of sexual tension chicken continues, slowly making their way towards the bedroom. A strap of her dress falls down her shoulder. She has to tense her muscles to not shiver under Elias’ gaze. Before she knows it, she’s falling back onto the bed and Elias is caging her in.

He kisses up her bare shoulder, up her neck, and nips under her ear.

“I guess you’re here for pleasure,” she feels his low voice rumble against her, vibrating her bones.

He starts to suck a mark into her neck and she can’t let that happen. He’s so focused on the task, she takes advantage of the moment to flip him over so she’s on top.

“I guess I am,” she smirks down at him before pulling off her dress and tossing it off the bed.

Elias rubs his hands up her sides, over her silky matching set, “This for your client, too?”

She wants to lie because the truth is boring, this underwear happened to work with the best with the dress. But the truth is also scary, she did think of how Elias would react when she picked them

“No, just for you,” she rolls her hips and Elias groans.

“Next time just wear this under the coat,” he sits up and captures her lips.

She bites his bottom lip and tries to work the buttons on his shirt, “You need less buttons on your shirt.”

Elias laughs and pulls her along as he lays back down. Pulling her body up his, her legs bracketing his shoulders. She’s about to question what’s happening as he kisses the insides of her thighs, moving towards her vagina. He grips her hips to holds her in place as she squirms at the sensations.

She’s so used to giving, this makes her feel off-kilter. She never knows quite what to do when it’s one way towards her, but it should feel good. Biologically her body is reacting like it should, she gasps when he mouths at her through the silky material.

“E,” she tries to push her body up but he doesn’t let her get far, “you don’t have to do this.”

His grip loosens and she’s able to sit back a bit, fully see his face.

“How many times do I have to tell you I want to do this, I like doing this,” his fingers dip below her waistline while he waits for a response.

“Okay,” her voice is smaller than he’s ever heard it, “if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” he pulls the waistband of her panties down, “now take these off and sit on my face.”

She does as she’s told, gripping at the headboard and riding his face to an orgasm that makes the blood slosh in her ears. Elias has to tap her thigh to get her to move in the stupor.

“Sorry,” she mumbles and starts to do only thing she know how, return the favor.

Geena moves down his body, but Elias stops her. Instead, he maneuvers her to his side, wrapping an arm around her.

“I’m kind of tired,” he kisses the top of her head, “let’s just sleep.”

“In your clothes?” She’s hoping that will be enough to start something, she hates feeling like they’re on uneven ground.

He rolls his eyes and then out of bed, taking off his clothes as he makes his way to the bathroom. Any of their heat from earlier dissipates as Geena watches him start brushing his teeth through the open door.

He rummages through a drawer and holds out a toothbrush, the green one he bought for her when she started staying over. She hesitantly gets up and joins him at the counter; Elias has his and hers sinks and they each stand in front of one and silently brush their teeth.

Elias keeps making faces in the mirror trying to get Geena to look and laugh, he’s pretty close despite her trying to avoid looking. Then he fakes a blow job: pushing it into the inside of his cheek, then gagging and spitting out the the white foam.  Geena can’t help but let out a belly laugh and chokes on her own toothpaste.

“Don’t try and kill me for a bit,” she gives him a shove after she rinses her mouth.

He just smiles and plucks her toothbrush out of her hand and places it in the cup next to his. There’s a swooping in her stomach, when did being so domestic become so normal?

She lets herself get pulled back into his side when they get back into bed, and she pretends she doesn’t sleep more soundly in his grasp.

\\\

Geena wakes up the next morning in an empty bed. It’s oddly comforting even if she’s not in her own home. She gets up and digs through Elias’ dresser finding a pair of shorts and a shirt, she doesn’t feel like trying to shimmy back into a constricting dress.

She pads out into the living room, gathering her coat and purse, shoving the dress into the tiny bag.

“Morning,” Geena nearly jumps out of her skin.

“Fuck me,” she takes a deep breath and finds Elias holding a mug of coffee and a plate with a croissant.

“I can do that, but maybe you want to eat first,” he smirks before noticing her holding her stuff, “you heading out?”

“I- uh- I thought you left so, yeah,” she still kind of wants to leave now.

“I just went out to pick up coffee, I would have invited you, but thought you could sleep and I’d bring you breakfast in bed.”

Geena isn’t exactly sure what her face does, but Elias frowns.

“Do you need to leave?” His voice is soft.

“No breakfast is good, maybe we could sit outside, it’s actually nice,” that seems to appease him.

Elias has a smoothie with his coffee and Geena gingerly picks at the pastry.

“The team has been asking about you, you were a big hit,” he finally speaks up.

“So, I need to make another sparkling appearance?” she’s grinning but doesn’t look up at him, staring at her toes in the sunlight.

“They were wondering if you wanted to sit with them at a game, and if we win, we can go out after.”

“Like hang out with them when you’re not there?”

“If it’s too weird then don’t worry about it, but you can see a free game and you can even show up late if you want to avoid that much time with them.”

“No, I can do it, it’s fine.”

She pulls her feet up onto the chair, curls her toes into the cushion. Flexing and unflexing, something to remind her she’s not lost at sea, she’s on solid ground.

“Great, would Friday work for you?”

“I’ll have to check my schedule, but that should work.”

She knows she’ll have to cancel with a client, it’s last minute on a weekend night. But she doesn’t want to disappoint Elias.

His smile grows twice in size.

“And in return could you get me reservations at Kissa Tanto?”

He scrunches his eyebrows.

“It’s like impossible to get good reservations there, so use your pretty boy Canuck connections and squeeze me in on like a Saturday.”

“Oh. Yeah, I can probably swing that.”

“I know you can,” she pops the rest of the croissant in her mouth and downs her coffee, “I do have to go now, but I’ll see you later.”

She’s more nervous about the game than she cares to admit. Changing her outfit about four times, stalking WAGs on Instagram just to make sure she’ll mostly fit in. She doesn’t even know why she cares so much, it’s not the first time she’s had to fit in and schmooze a group of significant other, but it is the first time she’s done it without her date.

She shows up during the second period, trying to limit the amount of time she’ll have to spend without hockey going on. Geena knows she can survive one intermission.

As soon as she gets to the seats Samantha pulls Geena to sit next to her.

“Thank god you’re here.”

Geena laughs nervously, wondering why this girl she talked to for maybe 30 minutes is so excited to see her.

“I’m new here too, so it’s nice to have some back up. This whole world is new to me.”

Samantha is smiling, but Geena can read the self-consciousness on her face. She knows what it’s like, back when she was new to a higher class of living, she always felt like people would know she’s some kind of dirty whore, that she didn’t belong and never would.

She soon learned pretending to be confident could go a long way.

“If it makes you feel better this is the fourth outfit I tried on,” Samantha squeezes her arm in response.

The game is fun, it’s the first time she’s seen a hockey game while not on a job in a long time. Though technically she’s still on a job, she doesn’t need to entertain someone else. She forgot how fun it could be. And she finally gets to focus on Elias, how gracefully he skates, the power of his shot; it’s kind of beautiful.

Elias scores a goal and Geena goes nuts, she didn’t know she had that kind of excitement in her.

One of the girlfriend’s films the reaction and the rest of the crowd cheering before Geena can slink out of view.

“What’s your handle Geena?”

“Oh, I don’t do social media,” she shrugs, she does but it’s under the name Ruby and definitely not for all audiences.

There’s a chorus of shock that follows.

“I’ll tag Petey in it then,” she smirks and types away on her phone.

The goal turns out to be the game winner and the group is buzzing, Geena is almost excited to go out with them, like they’re just a group of her friends.

It’s as if she’s in a drunken haze as they make their way into the depths of the arena to greet the players, then she’s pulled into a hug and obligatory kiss with Elias. Suddenly she’s piling into the back of a car that’s so crowded she’s half on Elias’ lap.

It all happens so fast she doesn’t even notice what bar they’re going to until she’s in the door and it’s too late to turn around. She definitely can’t make a scene, so she tries to hide behind the bigger hockey bodies as they go to the VIP section.

She drinks a little too much a little too fast. It loosens her up enough to go out onto the dance floor with some of the other ladies without a second thought. It’s when they go to the bar for some water that reality sets in again.

“Ruby”

Geena is pretty good at compartmentalizing her double life, so she doesn’t react to her alter ego name at first.

“Ruby!”

“I think that guy is trying to talk to you,” Samantha nudges her, making her finally look over to acknowledge the man.

She mumbles an expletive under her breath when she sees her manager, Michael. He likes to keep an eye on the escorts when they’re in a bar, it always seems to be where incidents happen.

“It’s some guy I gave a fake name then ghosted. I’ll go talk to him then meet you guys back at the tables,” she tries to shake the confused stares as she walks over.

“I thought you were taking the night off Ruby?”

“I’m here as Geena, I didn’t realize I was coming here until it was too late.”

“Shit, well Sam is here and he’s not too pleased with his replacement, so you might want to get out of here before you lose one of your best clients.”

“Fuck, I’ll get out as soon as I can. Sorry.”

“Geena, you’re allowed to have a life, just maybe not here of all places,” Michael gives her a sad smile.

She weaves her way back to the group, trying to blend in with the crowd. She clearly looks concerned when she sits back down next to Elias, who hands her his drink.

“You okay?” He leans in close, warm breath on her neck.

"I have a lot of dates here and the client I cancelled on for you is here,” she doesn’t mean to let that last bit of information slip but she’s nervous.

She leans back to look at Elias reaction, she’s not quite sure if he’s worried or happy. She gives him a long kiss in response before moving back to his ear again.

“So, if we get a bit handsy, so you can sort of hide my face and make it so it seems like we’re leaving to go bang that would be great.”

She kisses the spot below his ear, “we can also actually leave and go bang, too.”

Geena’s throwing out her rules of not sleeping with her faux-client after a date, anything to get out of here sooner rather than later.

“Yeah, sure,” he pulls her closer, “I think I can do that.”

They’re in a darkest corner of the table with his teammates, but the moment Elias’ tongue slips its way into Geena’s mouth there’s some cat calling from the boys. She can feel Elias’ hand move off of her, assumably to flip them off.

“I think they’ve had enough of a show,” he whispers and yanks her into a standing position.

There are some obligatory waves to the team before he’s pulling her into his side, hiding her a bit under his shoulder, leaning down to kiss her a bit as they walk to cover her whole face until they’re outside.

Her skin is on fire and the burst of cold air is doing nothing to change that. Geena feels the sudden urge to pull Elias into an alley and get on her knees for him, but she knows that has to wait until they’re as far away from this bar and any prying eyes as possible.

“Thanks E,” she can’t stop from kissing him again, with a little less heat this time.

“No problem, I was promised we’d go bang so not really a problem for me.”

He smirks and grabs her arms and pins them to her side to avoid the playful smack that was sure to come, and kisses her until her knees are weak.

\\\

Elias shows up at Geena’s apartment on a Saturday.

A woman in a silky robe answers the door and Elias worries he’s at the wrong place.

He’s only been inside her apartment once: taking Geena home when she arrived at his place for a booty call a little too drunk. He brought her home and practically carried her into her room, thinking it was best if she slept it off in her own bed.

“Hi, sorry I must be at the wrong apartment–“

“Baby Slut, your lover is here!” The woman shouts back over her shoulder and leans on the doorframe with a smirk.

“What are you talking ab– oh shit E, what are you doing here?”

Geena is also in silk robe holding a mascara wand.

“The Kissa Tanto reservation? It’s tonight.”

She blinks a few times before seeming to come back online.

“Oh, you made them for us,” she points between the two of them, “I was gonna take Xa,” she points to the woman in the doorway.

“I shouldn’t have assumed I was your plus one. You two should go together.”

Elias tries to hide his disappointment and embarrassment but apparently does a bad job.

“No, you two go have a cute little date,” Xa smiles a bit conspiratorially.

“But we’ve been wanting to go there forever,” Geena pouts, Elias hates that he feels like he’s being rejected.

“And I’m sure we can make that happen another time,” Xa give Elias a wink, “Would you be able to do that for us.”

“Uh- yeah of course,” Elias smiles back, “sorry about ruining your plans.”

“Don’t worry about, I can always go to the club make a quick buck,” she’s moving aside so Elias can come in, “someone’s gotta keep Baby Slut here in the life she’s grown accustomed to. Since you’re monopolizing all her billing hours.”

Elias feels his cheeks heat up.

“Let me throw on clothes real quick,” Geena cuts in, “behave yourself Xa.”

As soon as she seems out of earshot Elias asks, “Baby Slut?”

“I took her under my wing when she first started stripping, showed her the ropes. Barely legal girl who could barely get on stage without shaking. She didn’t have anyone taking care of her, so she became my little baby and well–“

She waves her hand implying all the things that could be associated with sex work, making slut seem like low hanging fruit.

It’s a reminder that Geena has already lived hundreds of lives in her short time on Earth. While Elias had only lived his solitary, safe life.

“I wasn’t legal,” Geena is dressed in record time, probably to avoid Xa sharing any embarrassing stories.

“Shhh, I don’t know how long the statute of limitations lasts on abetting a minor in her crimes.”

Geena rolls her, grabbing her coat and shoving Elias towards the door.

“Nice meeting you,” Elias calls over his shoulder.

“You too, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Wow, that really narrows it down,” Geena flips her off as she slams the door.

Both parties are desperately trying to decipher dinner’s meaning, is it a date? A real one? With no prying eyes of teammates or payments?

It makes it a little awkward.

They’re staring at their menus in silence like they can’t think of a single thing to talk about, which is absurd for two people who have spent so much time together. Most of it was in throes of passion, but there was always time between rounds or during mornings after lazing in bed or while munching on midnight snacks.

They talk enough that one dinner with no expectations should be easy.

The waiter comes by and takes their orders and they’re both grateful when their drinks arrive.

“Well cheers to our first date, I guess,” Geena makes a goofy face, which make Elias laugh despite the confusion it causes.

“You look really beautiful.”

Geena blushes like no one has ever told her that before. Elias realizes he never has, not without some kind of heat behind it, some innuendo. He wonders if anyone has ever sincerely said it to her.

She starts to nervously gnaw on her lip and Elias knows he needs to change the subject.

“I didn’t realize you had a roommate, Xa seems nice.”

Her face nearly splits with excitement.

“Yeah, she’s the best. I wouldn’t be anything without her. I would still have the pseudonym Buttercup if it wasn’t for her.”

“Buttercup?”

“Don’t laugh!” She kicks his shin, “I was 16 and thought it was all ‘I’m innocent but sexy’, which I was neither.”

“It’s a really terrible stripper name.”

“Like 16-year-old Elias could’ve thought of something better.”

“I think it would at least be a step better than Buttercup.”

Suddenly, the ice is broken. They’re joking and talking like normal, the location is different, but it’s still comfortable. So, Elias takes a calculated risk and reaches across the table to hold Geena’s hand while they finish their drinks after dinner. She doesn’t pull away.

“That was fun,” Geena smiles as she settles in his passenger seat, reaching across the console to put a hand on his thigh, “want to keep it going?”

And of course, he does, he always does. But tonight feels different, so he wants to treat it differently.

“I’m gonna drop you off at home…”

Geena scoffs but doesn’t remove her hand from his thigh, if anything she moves it higher.

“And I’m gonna walk you to your door and kiss you goodnight. Like a respectful date.”

“Your dick has been in like all of my orifices, I think we’re kind of past respectful first date bullshit.”

“So, this was a first date?” he keeps his eyes forward but grins as Geena gives his thigh slap.

“I’ll send you the bill later,” he can hear her rolling her eyes.

“Worth it.”

\\\

“Are you dating Elias Pettersson?”

Geena almost chokes on her champagne.

Her date pats her back as she sputters, she kind of hopes she just chokes to death.

“Am I what?”

They’re standing out on the patio, a black-tie event happening inside. Just her and a long-term client getting some air. She’ll usually do some playful touches let him giver her his jacket to warm her against the chill; anything to make his coworkers think the heat is still alive between them after years together.

But this is new. He’s never asked Ruby about her life outside of their arrangement. He didn’t need to, he just needed arm candy while he wined and dined other rich business men that did something Geena never fully understood.

“Are you dating Elias Pettersson, the Vancouver Canuck?”

Geena feels lightheaded.

“My assistant saw some pictures of you with him. You were at a game with the wives and then out at a restaurant. You looked pretty cozy.”

“We’re not dating.”

“So, he’s a client?”

“I can’t tell you that, you wouldn’t want me telling people about us.”

“No, but I can’t risk looking like a fool because you’re out with someone in the public eye.”

A lump forms thick in her throat. She can’t speak around the feeling.

“So, you’ll understand why this has to be our last date.”

She nods while she tries to find her voice.

“Do you want me to make a scene? I can go a little crazy, make you get a little sympathy for dealing with your crazy girlfriend?”

“I was just going to tell people it didn’t work out because you wanted kids.”

“Very dignified,” she straightens her posture, trying to remain professional.

“I’ll still pay your full rate, but if you want to sneak out early that’s okay too.”

Her eyes burn with tears. She’s never cried in front of client, at least not if they weren’t paying for it. When it’s clear she won’t be able to hold them back for long, she slinks off in shame.

Her first thought is to go to Elias, seek comfort in his arms. She doesn’t even want anything sexual and her shame is replaced with unease. Geena’s not sure which she hates more. So, she takes to her bed like some Victorian maiden and hopes this is all some kind of nightmare.

It’s not.

Xa lets her stay in bed for two days before telling her she has to move on.

“Life happens, shit happens. You of all people should know that,” Xa says as she brushes her hair, a little intimacy that Geena never wants to admit she craves.

Her first outing is to the strip club, which maybe isn’t her best idea. Because being in a strip club at 1 pm on a weekday is never a good look. It’s just her and four men around the main stage. They keep sending her drinks as if she’ll go home with them or give them a lap dance.

She’s drunk by 2:30.

“You coming back to the club, Buttercup?”

Geena’s getting a lap dance from a dancer she used to work with, Sasha, who can only talk to Geena if she keeps dancing.

“If I came back, it would not be as Buttercup,” she’s basically talking to her tits.

“Fine, is Ruby coming out of retirement?”

“Ruby only retired from the stage, but she may be retiring entirely soon,” she slips some money Sasha’s her G-string.

“Shit, another whore going to the good side?”

“I don’t want to, I love what I do, I’m good at it. Just things are getting complicated. How do you live a normal life and do this?”

“It’s not easy, I have to work this shift now so I can see my kids. Money’s not as good but it’s worth being able to have dinner with them and go to their soccer games and shit.”

Geena furrows her brows.

“There’s nothing wrong with living this kind of life if you like it. But that doesn’t mean you have to give up the normal things. You don’t have to live in the shadows just because people make you feel seedy or dirty about your job.”

Sasha gives her forehead a kiss, which is weird after she was grinding into Geena’s crotch.

“You’re not baby Buttercup anymore, you’re badass Ruby and she can do whatever the fuck she wants. And if you don’t believe me Xa will kick your ass into believing. Now get out of here before the night girls come and make you get on stage.”

Geena stumbles out of the club, smelling of thick perfume and booze. Like she used to most nights. It feels like a safety blanket.

In her drunken stupor she calls an Uber to her most common destination, Elias’.

She generally tries to avoid showing up completely unannounced, but she’s too tipsy to think about that and lets herself in without a second thought.

And sitting at the table are two people, who are clearly Elias’ parents.

“Oh shit,” she says it too loud, both heads whip towards her, she can’t sneak out now.

Instead, she stands there frozen, mouth agape, probably looking like a fool.

“You must be Geena, Elias didn’t say you’d be coming by,” Elias’ mom smiles

“Oh yeah,” Geena returns a dopey smile, her brain is about five steps behind.

“I’m Irene and this is Torbjörn,” she stands up and walks toward Geena, “are you a hugger?”

“Nice to meet you and um yeah,” Geena holds out her arm and accepts the hug.

Irene pulls away a smile still on her face. She’s either great at hiding her judgement or doesn’t care Geena reeks of liquor. Knowing Elias’ inability to hide his judgement, she’s guessing the latter.

“Elias should be back from practice any minute.”

“Okay, I’ll just go freshen up really quick.”

She scurries to Elias’ room, hearing Swedish behind her. She hopes they’re not saying anything too bad, hoping it wasn’t too bad of a first impression. She flops on the bed, squeezing her eyes shut when the room starts to spin.

Why does she even care? It’s not like she’s actually Elias’ girlfriend, she’s just convenient, in every kind of way. Nothing more.

But he told his parents about her. His mom was excited to meet her. It felt nice. Like someone stuck around long enough to break through the hard shell around her heart. And maybe she is allowed to have that.

Elias comes in and flops down next to her. Geena finally opens her eyes, turning her head to the side to look at him. His smile is so nice she can’t stop herself from kissing him.

“You smell like a strip club.”

She lets out an airy laugh, “do your parents know that?”

“I don’t think so, they know you’re drunk though. I wanted to give you more warning before you met them, so, sorry.”

“Why would you introduce me to your parents? Did one of your teammates let it slip that you have a girlfriend?” She uses air quotes around the last word.

Elias sits up to get a better look at her, “no, I wanted – we went on a real first date – I thought…“

“E, are we dating now? You want to date me?”

“Of course, I do G! I didn’t realize how much until we started to fake date. But I like spending time with you outside of sex.”

“Even though I’m a dirty sex worker?”

“I wouldn’t call you dirty, unless you wanted me to,” he smirks.

“I just lost a big client because he saw a picture of us together. What happens if more people find out, on either side? I don’t want to quit my job because you’re in the public eye.”

“I’m not asking you to do that, you like what you do and from what I saw firsthand you’re really good at it. So, if you want to tell people what you do, I don’t care. I’ll do whatever you need me to, I just want you to be mine.”

“You really don’t care?”

“What you do doesn't change who you are or what I feel or want to give you.”

“So, you’re kind of mine then?”

He nods and pulls her up for a kiss.

“We should probably leave my bedroom before my parents think we’re having sex.”

“If they already think it…” Geena waggles her brows and playfully bites his shoulder.

He gives her a playful shove back onto the mattress before grabbing her hand, interlocking their fingers and pulling her towards the door, and the future.

[sparviero44]

Donald Sutherland

Addio a Donald Sutherland, l'amato attore Oscar onorario che ha recitato in decine di film da Quella sporca dozzina a MASH alla saga Hunger Games è morto a Miami. Aveva 88 anni. Lo annuncia il figlio Kiefer sui social.

"Con il cuore pesante, vi dico che mio padre, Donald Sutherland,è morto. Personalmente lo ritengo uno degli attori più importanti della storia del cinema. Mai scoraggiato da un ruolo, buono, cattivo o brutto. Amava ciò che faceva e faceva ciò che amava, e non si può mai chiedere di più. Una vita ben vissuta".

Nato nel 1935 da una famiglia di origini scozzesi a Saint John, una cittadina canadese nella provincia del Nuovo Brunswick, ma cresciuto ad Halifax, Donald Sutherland nella sua lunga carriera di attore ha preso parte a più di 180 film e ha vinto l'Oscar nel 2017.Il debutto nel cinema è avvenuto in un film italiano, Il castello dei morti vivi, del 1964 e diretto da Luciano Ricci e Lorenzo Sabatini.Nel 1968 appare nella nota pellicola 'Quella sporca dozzina' di Robert Aldrich ma il successo vero e proprio avviene nel 1970 con il film M.A.S.H. di Robert Altman dove interpreta il Capitano Benjamin Franklin ambientata in un ospedale da campo Usa durante la guerra in Corea.Indimenticabile la sua partecipazione, nel 1976, all'opera di Bernardo Bertolucci, Novecento accanto a Robert De Niro e Gerard Depardieu. Federico Fellini, nello stesso anno, lo vuole per interpretare Giacomo Casanova ne Il Casanova, girato completamente nel teatro 5 di Cinecittà.

Tra le altre interpretazioni si ricordano i film Animal House del 1978 di John Landis, Terrore dallo spazio profondo di Philip Kaufman, La Cruna dell'ago del 1981 di Richard Marquand. E ancora Fuoco assassino del 1991 diretto da Ron Howard e, dello stesso anno, JFK di Oliver Stone.Altre interpretazioni per Virus letale (Outbreak) di Wolfgang Petersen, Virus di John Bruno.Con Anthony Hopkins interpreta Instinct- istinti primordiale. Diretto da Clint Eastwood in Space cowboys. In The Italian job del 2003 per il remake di Un colpo all'italiana del '69. Poi ancora ritorno a Cold Mountain, Lord of war, orgoglio e pregiudizio, An American haunting. Nel 2007 e' stato il protagonista della serie tv Dirty sexy money. Infine nel 2017 il film drammatico Elia & John, the leisure seeker di Paolo Virzi'.Si e' sposato tre volte e due dei suoi figli, Rossif e Kiefer, avuti con Shirley Douglas, hanno intrapreso la carriera di attore.

Goodbye to Donald Sutherland, the beloved Oscar honorary actor who starred in dozens of films from The Dirty Dozen to MASH to the Hunger Games saga has died in Miami. He was 88 years old. His son Kiefer announced it on social media.

"With a heavy heart, I tell you that my father, Donald Sutherland, has passed away. I personally consider him one of the most important actors in the history of cinema. Never discouraged by a role, good, bad or ugly. He loved what he did and did what that he loved, and you could never ask for more.

Born in 1935 to a family of Scottish origins in Saint John, a Canadian town in the province of New Brunswick, but raised in Halifax, Donald Sutherland in his long acting career took part in more than 180 films and won the Oscar in 2017. His debut in cinema took place in an Italian film, The Castle of the Living Dead, from 1964 and directed by Luciano Ricci and Lorenzo Sabatini. In 1968 he appeared in the well-known film 'That Dirty Dozen' by Robert Aldrich but the real success takes place in 1970 with the film M.A.S.H. by Robert Altman where he plays Captain Benjamin Franklin set in a US field hospital during the war in Korea. His participation, in 1976, in Bernardo Bertolucci's work, Novecento alongside Robert De Niro and Gerard Depardieu, was unforgettable. In the same year, Federico Fellini wanted him to play Giacomo Casanova in Il Casanova, shot entirely in theater 5 of Cinecittà.

Other performances include the 1978 films Animal House by John Landis, Terror from Outer Space by Philip Kaufman, and The Eye of the Needle by Richard Marquand in 1981. And again Killer Fire from 1991 directed by Ron Howard and, from the same year, JFK by Oliver Stone. Other interpretations for Lethal Virus (Outbreak) by Wolfgang Petersen, Virus by John Bruno. With Anthony Hopkins he plays Instinct - primordial instincts. Directed by Clint Eastwood in Space cowboys. In The Italian job of 2003 for the remake of Un coup all'italiana of '69. Then again I return to Cold Mountain, Lord of war, pride and prejudice, An American haunting. In 2007 he was the protagonist of the TV series Dirty sexy money. Finally in 2017 the drama film Elia & John, the leisure seeker by Paolo Virzi '. He has married three times and two of his children, Rossif and Kiefer, with Shirley Douglas, have undertaken an acting career.

[horrornvnfan]

a ranking list of if I met yandere vn love interests irl, who would i date!

i love all of these games and characters a lot, this isn't a "best game" list, just as realistic compatibility as i can imagine!

ren/redacted: 14 days with you (i'm a simp and a fool 😔🤘 we will date and i will inevitably pay the price)

ezra: restart heart (should be #1 bc they're somehow the healthiest choice i think? also very pretty and flirty)

friend: see thru need a friend (he's funny and fun and i love friends to lovers trope! i can fix him 😌💖 probably not.)

jack: swwsdj (he is so supportive which i love but i CANNOT trust ghosts. would be the slowest burn ever)

alan: my dear hatchet man (super bad idea but he's charming!! if i just never found out about the murder we'd probably be cool. also don't kidnap me.)

liu: glass mind (very cute! but i think he is possessed and idk how to help so not sure about going steady!)

fone: honey hotline (i genuinely really like fone! 🥰 but i think we might be better friends? also if fone is not upfront about dating, i'll never think he wants to, and then we never will)

zachary: don't look (i like him a lot but i would handle being kidnapped so poorly he'd just kill me out of annoyance 💀)

adam: you and him (i will sooner throttle him. i can hold a grudge and this man STABBED me. we might hate kiss ONCE but that is it.)

keith or tenebris: duality (they both seem cool, but i am extremely against finding someone broken into my home, so i AM calling the cops and never seeing them again sorry 🥲)

casanova: cannibal sweetheart (i have not played this game but i am afraid of being eaten! if that is a possibility in this game then i'm sorry we can be friends instead!)

elias: groom of gallagher mansion (i'm not a ghost fucker. don't look at jack in 4th place thats different)

dachabo: dachabo (i'm also not a furry so absolutely not)

john doe: john doe (NEVER. HE DOES NOT BATHE AND WANTS TO KILL ME.)

moral of this list; never let me find out about your intent to kidnap me/murder/stalking/gaslighting, and we will be a very happy and healthy couple 😘

[senka-mesecine]

Jr. High again here -- The boys' reaction to the reader telling them I love you and truly meaning it.

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― The more Chris loves you back the more he genuinely wants to know why you love him, or rather, what traits of his, or what about him made you develop these feelings in the first place because it's important for him to be loved for himself, something he did, achieved, something of his own merit --- if he was just an anonymous, the everyman, a random face in the crowd, what about him would you care for. Truth of the matter is, even as you list off reasons that come to mind to sate his initially nihilistic curiosity, he gets greedy over the feeling caused by listening to you explain all the various ways you love and care for him and for someone rather cynical towards suburban, civilian notions such as falling in love he might extremely quickly come around and not only profess to love you back, but do so so possessively he might very well surprise both you and himself. See, in this regard, Chris is almost a perfect blend of Elias and Barnes (to be read about down below) in the sense that he could very well have a pessimistic, gloomy outlook initially all while being fiercely possessive in the same vein --- the mistrust to puppy-love to insane clinginess pipeline is real with Taylor and an honest 'I love you' might set that into motion as fast as a rollercoaster.

― O'Neill covers up the fact how struck he is by joking about it, undoubtedly turning it around on you and making your confession lewd, or something filthy and sexual because that's supposedly what a tough man's supposed to do --- of course you love him when he's been making you throw it back so good, scrambling your brains like eggs, baby and yada, yada, yada, but in reality behind that smarmy, weaselly, sleazy facade of macho bravado he downright wants to cry his eyes out. I mean it; big, goddamn crocodile tears. The minute he's alone with you, he undoubtedly does too because he's infinitely more sensitive and romantic than he tends to let on to anyone anywhere. I envision him just embracing your legs and setting down his head in your lap and sobbing, possibly nervily ranting about how happy he is, asking for reassurances and that you tell him time and again to make sure you're sure, making him one of the boys genuinely prone to a greatest emotional outburst which is unexpected seeing as how his reputation at being a bit of a prick is well earned and well known, but he'd be there exasperatedly ranting how much he loves you back.

― Bunny...the unexpected king of all confidence immediately accepts your 'I love you' because of course you love him --- he always knew; that's your pussy talking some sense into your brain making you come to all the right conclusions. Chicks love him (Do they, though? He thinks they do, regardless what someone like Junior says.) and it's bestest if you love him most because you're his number one girl (and the only one, but he might like to think he's a bigger Casanova than he really is, especially fueled by your confession.) The air in his brain will grow so hot and steaming he might as well levitate with how obnoxious he gets now that he's gotten what's effectively the ego boost of a lifetime, latching unto you like there's no tomorrow. Might get a new tattoo to celebrate the occasion as a moment to mark that the feelings are mutual but the only way Bunny can vocalize that is a very typically Bunny kind of way --- some new ink that very blatantly says Bunny loves so and so (insert name here). Can't get more on the nose than that. He gets very cocky about the tattoo too. It's probably on a visible place where everyone and their grandma's forced to look at it. Worse is, nobody put him up this; it's his own doing.

― Wolfe gets so befuddled by the confession he almost thinks someone put you up to this and that this is a bet and that any moment you'll burst out laughing --- laughing at him and that'll just have to take it on the chin; something he might try to preemptively eclipse by laughing first, awkwardly admittedly or questioning you a bit firmer than usually when he demands to know what the heck you're playing at because it's initially hard to reconcile that big L word with himself. Himself and you, more precisely. He might even have a mean streak, putting up defensive, faux-stoic walls as he tries to stride off from the conversation itself by saying he doesn't have time for this. That he doesn't care. But, it's genuinely a major shield against weakness and ridicule. He does care. Cares so much that he fears accepting your 'I love you' thinking it might be immediately torn from him once you effectively pull back and reveal it's all a joke. He comes around later, apologetic, just as awkward as before and ready to profess his own love for you when he has time for it to sink in this wasn't you just messing with him. See, guy's just so used to having the piss taken out of him even being faced with someone's feelings for him doesn't come easily.

― King can be joyfully and enthusiastically down with flirtation. King can be down with sex. King can be down with talking dirty. Shooting the breeze. Flings. But, when faced with an 'I love you' his demeanor can very quickly grow serious in the manner of 'You for real? Don't be here playing with a brother and gettin' his hopes up over nothing.' because he needs to know if what you're saying his legit or if you're just saying things to be saying things; make no mistake --- Just messing around? That's one thing. Loving someone and being loved? That's a whole different can of worms. What he wants to know is that you expect him to do about it, now that it's been established that you love him and he loves you --- he almost wants some sort of ritualized token of affection to mark that you're a thing and this is very much serious now and anything from promise rings, a piece of jewelry, something he made with his own two hands that you can wear on your person comes into question. Extra points if you two silently match and say, wear the same necklace. Same bracelet. Same ring. He's surprisingly a dude most likely to have a full blown locket with his girl's face in there because that's his dear right there.

― Rhah thinks love is gloom and doom and a hoax and a fraud and that it's all a big whirlwind of schemes for the Jezebels of this world to get you when you're weak, by batting their eyelashes and saying sweet, calculated words in order to get you under their control and spell; fact is, you confess you love him and he might go on a full on tangent how these are borderline insidious, magical words intended to manipulate and ensnare men, making them do crazy things; fact is, he's actually horrendously impassioned and affected by what you just told him to the degree he needs to cope by being theatrical for a moment to avoid seeming too sappy too soon. In reality, he'd much rather start kissing you from head to toe and all the way back with all the desire in the world but he needs to be at least a little tough in his mind...which is a short lived thing anyway because right in the middle of said tangent he might just start peppering kisses all over you whispering how much he loves you back. Almost like the rant he was on just seconds earlier was a self-fulfilling prophecy. He was put on under the very same 'spell' he was so fervently complaining about earlier.

― For someone generally pretty kind and empathic towards others, and for lack of a better word, someone who shows love to others as frequently as Elias does, he sure as heck can't except the notion he's loved easily, not in the romantic sense anyway, fact is, he might even shrug it off and accept your 'I love you' kindly like someone paternal would, like a brother, a mentor or a good friend might, like someone being offered or a precious gift or a token --- at least initially --- because that's known and familiar enough for him, saying it back with a smile and taking it for what's it worth. Feels good. Feels nice. He'll accept it. Because good feelings are to be cultivated as much as they can. But, faced with the notion your feelings are serious and very much romantic he gets introspective and genuinely very serious on the matter. Last time he thought someone loved him, he ended up penniless, facing jailtime and charges and he landed in Vietnam to avoid that outcome; for someone to be actually genuine this time is a thing so new he almost gets melancholic but he might just find the bright side in all of it. Everything he's been through led him to this very moment, to you and these words out of your mouth, of by extension, all of it was worth it.

Last but not least because I've most to say about him on this subject:

― For all his apparent cockiness and bravado, Barnes is flat out not believing it, or to correct myself, he believes what you're saying is true, but he also thinks you're a naive starry eyed daydreamer who will just get over it. Yes. He thinks you'll get over your love for him. Outgrow it. Move on. Grow up. Go be with some smooth faced, mild mannered civilian who's socially appropriate to show off and build a life with. Might even say something in that vein outright to your face because he feels one of you should be realistic so it might as well be him. He thinks he's doing you a favor and Barnes doesn't do favors, so count them lucky stars. He'd literally react far better if you called him a cocksucking redneck son of a bitch, but to tell him you love him? You love his scars? His mangled face? All the shit he did and proceeds doing? Bad things? Necessary things? From the war? You love all of that too? Man might just start listing off all of his fatal flaws purely to see just how steadfast your love really is or will it flinch and disperse, be shaken, the minute pushes into view some horrid character trait of his he has, breaking your fantasies up. Barnes almost wants to give you reasons to hate him rather than love him, desiring to despoil and corrupt whatever tender feelings you have and simultaneously test if that shit's real or just some passing thing. If it turns out that you love all of him, even things that are negative about him, he's borderline angry with you internally. It's not that he doesn't love you back, he just thinks he'd be invertedly sentencing you to a life full of heartbreak if he ever gave you what you actually wanted. He's been on the quest of warfare and seeking out death for years now, so for someone to love him feels like the greatest spiritual conflict he's ever faced, making him one of the most complex men in the platoon tackling the notion. He almost wishes he could grab your head and give it a good shake and make you love someone else, because in loving you, he thinks that's the greatest service he could do for you; is freeing you from himself.

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Always an Angel | Casanova AU

Part 2: All Because of Angela

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Warning: mild sexual content

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"What exactly did he say, Rocco?" Angela asked, trying to sound as casual as possible while talking to Casanova's only friend and employee.

"Well, he said that he turns into an idiot whenever he's around her. He says he cannot give up because she is so beautiful. She's taken over his head, his blood, and his guts. He can't stop thinking about her and only her."

"He could always find someone else..."

"I told him, but he insists someone else wouldn't be her."

"Oh, poor thing," Angela couldn't help but smile. "Is he home?"

"He is reading, he said he didn't want any..."

"Angela!" Giacomo smiled, standing at the top of the stairs. "I thought I heard your voice! Come on up."

"Interruptions," Rocco mumbled, moving over to allow her to climb the stairs before closing the door. 

She sighed, letting her cape fall to the ground and revealing her red dress which made her skin look even paler and her hair look even darker. She knew she was beautiful in that outfit, she felt beautiful.

"Wow, you look like the type of woman someone would write a book about. Raven black hair, red lips like an apple, and skin as white as snow... I should write that down actually," Giacomo chuckled. 

"Thank you, Giac," she giggled. 

She was embarrassed to ask, who wouldn't be embarrassed? But it seemed the entirety of Venice knew she was being courted except for her. If he truly couldn't sleep or eat, consumed in desire, she had to do something about it. 

"So, um- I heard a few things about you," Angela cleared her throat.

"Oh? Filthy gossip as always? If it's bad, it's all true," he joked. 

"No, it wasn't bad, I just- I heard about your feelings. Your agony concerning... me."

Giacomo stared at her in confusion, his brows furrowed as he tried to remember ever mentioning anything of the sort. 

"You could never bring me agony, angel, you are the kindest person in the city."

"I heard about your courting and..."

"My courting," he narrowed his eyes until he finally understood. "My courting! Yes, I have been courting Angela Tusselo."

Her world suddenly crumbled, how could she be so stupid? Of course he wasn't courting her... Henriette had made it seem like she was only a baby, of course he wanted nothing to do with her! 

"Angela Tusselo, the daughter of the priest," she nodded, unable to hide her shock.

"Oh, dear. Did you think I was secretly courting you?" 

"I... yes! And I was terrified, because... because I cannot reciprocate your feelings," Angela quickly lied so as to not look foolish.

"Oh really? I always thought you found me quite handsome," Giacomo smirked. "Do you not?"

"I- Everyone finds you handsome, Giac, that is not the point. I just simply cannot like you because I am already promised to another man. The Viscount's son, Elias."

"That boy is as dull as a butter knife."

"Yes, I know. He would not be my first choice, believe me," Angela laughed nervously. "But who knows, maybe I will fall in love with him or maybe I'll manage to rid myself of him. Find a more suitable suitor."

"But not me."

"You are courting Angela Tusselo, why do you care?" She asked, intrigued by his little game.

"I think it's clear as day that I do not plan on marrying her. In fact, I received a visit last night from both her sisters, they kept me company all night in bed."

"You disgust me."

Angela couldn't get another word out without bursting into tears, it was so obvious all Giacomo wanted was to toy with her feelings. Why did she let him get away with it? Because of his looks? His charms? His voice? Well... yes, but not anymore! 

She was a catch, she was a young beautiful virgin with a sharp wit and every quality a husband could possibly want from a wife. She deserved better certainly.

So it started, Angela would go to gatherings and parties not to catch a glimpse of Casanova, but in hopes Casanova would catch a glimpse of her in her best dresses and looking absolutely content. Maybe this way he would realize what he'd been missing. 

"I am enjoying your new disposition," Henriette smiled when they entered yet another mansion. "Conversing with all the rich and powerful young men to secure yourself a good husband... I'm glad your silly infatuation with you-know-who is gone."

"Is yours gone as well?" Angela asked.

"I do not not what you mean."

Angela scoffed, she knew her sister also had a weak spot for Casanova, just like every woman in Europe. That infuriated her more than anything, to think she had to compete with her own sister... 

"Hello, angel," Giacomo approached Angela and gently kissed the back of her hand. "I haven't heard from you, don't tell me you are angry at me. I couldn't bear it."

"I am not, of course not. I have just been a tad busy with my affairs. Why would I be angry?" 

"You are right, it must be my own paranoia. I thought you were quite cross with me after I told you about the sisters Tusselo."

"Oh, that thing... Of course not, I know damn well you have slept with half of the women in Italy, there's no reason for me to get worked up over that."

"Half? I believe I had at least three-fourths..." he winked and sipped on his wine. 

He scanned the ballroom with restless eyes, he wished to ask something, but he couldn't find the right words, he did not want Angela to think he only came by to talk about that matter. They were friends, weren't they? At least he thought they were, but she had been so distant.

"Tell me what, angel, you see that soprano over there? Rocco thinks that's a boy, a castratto, but that's clearly a girl, right? Come on... that's a girl!" 

"I- what? But Bellino was inspected by the Bishop."

"The Bishop's been celibate for over fifty years, he doesn't know the difference anymore. That's a girl, I know girls!" 

"Let me guess. You are attracted to him and you are trying to make your attraction justified?"

"Well, it is! Because he- she's a girl!"

"So you admit you are attracted to him?" Henriette approached the pair with a huge smile. "I dare you to find out, Casanova."

"Do not give him any more reason to be stupid, sister," Angela chuckled. "He does that perfectly well on his own. You will end up disgracing yourself, that's what you'll do."

"Sorry, angel... I never turned down a dare."

Over the next few weeks, Giacomo did everything he could to win over Bellino's heart. He paid for his clothes and accommodations, made sure he would perform in the theater, and invited everyone to watch.

Angela simply let it happen, pretending like she was perfectly fine with all the extravagance, smiling politely at the boys who made conversation with her, and gracefully accepting her sister's praise for turning herself around and finally acting like a responsible adult. 

But of course she was only human, she couldn't keep appearances forever. One fateful night, the poor girl was sobbing right outside an elegant venue where a banquet was held. She wore her cape and leaned against one of the rough brick walls. How did she manage to become such a lifeless shell?

"What do you want?" Angela wiped her tears when she saw Casanova walking towards her.

"I just came to tell you that you win, the game has turned sour. The boy is a boy and now I disgraced myself just like you said I would."

"Good for you."

"Are you crying? Are you alright?" He lowered her hood and saw her red eyes. "Was it Elias? What did he do?"

"Nothing."

"He must've done something. What has he done? Has he hurt you?"

"Why do you care? Why are you here talking to me? I am nothing to you, Giacomo!" Her tears escaped before she could stop them.

"I thought... we were friends."

"Friends? Lucky me, the only woman in all of Italy that Giacomo Casanova only wants to be friends with! I must be hideous! I must be completely stupid! And now you're in love with that castratto."

"I'm not- I can't- I love him," Giacomo sighed, defeated.

"Then love him, make it worth something... friend."

*

The news that Casanova was engaged to Bellino, who was revealed to be a woman, after all, spread like wildfire. Everyone in Venice knew of them and when Henriette walked into her sister's bedroom to show her the invitation they had gotten for their engagement summer ball, all she heard was the loudest scream she had ever heard in her entire life. 

Angela cried for hours, hit her head on the wall, screamed some more, tore to pieces the book Giacomo had given her on her birthday, and then put it back together again, regretting her actions fueled by rage. 

After finally regaining her composure, she started to select which dress she would wear for the ball. She asked Grimani for a new one, but ended up choosing one of her sister's gowns, a green one with gold embroidery. She knew there was no hope to win him back now, but she had to show Giac and everyone else she was perfectly fine and did not mind at all that he was marrying someone else.

"You look divine this evening, Angela," Elias took her hand as they danced.

"Only tonight?" She spun around with a bored look.

"Well... n-no. You look divine every day, I just meant-"

"I know what you meant."

"Are you thirsty maybe? Would you like some refreshments?"

"No, my stomach is in a twist."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to escort you outside or maybe walk you home?"

The boy wasn't a bad person. Yeah, he was dull, but most boys were. He didn't love Angela by any means, but he was kind to her and held her in high regard. There were worse fates than marrying him and she knew it quite well.

"Look, it's Casanova and his bride!" Elias pointed at the entrance where the couple stood wearing clothes that looked like had just been ripped and glued back together. The two seemed like survivors of a lion attack.

"They look marvelous, don't they?" Henriette asked while they made their way through the crowd. 

"Yes," Angela simply said, trying to smile, but the longer she looked, the harder it was to keep acting like everything was fine. She should be the one by his side, his bride. She wondered if she had said something before... maybe things could've turned out differently.

After a few more dances it was obvious the entire city was enamored with Bellino who had a brilliant career ahead of her. Angela couldn't see the appeal, but that might be due to her own bias... Everyone was looking at her except for Henriette and Giacomo, who had a silent conversation about the future.

"I have been meaning to introduce you," Angela interrupted them. "Giacomo, this is Elias. The one I told you about."

"Oh yes, the famous Elias," Giacomo collected himself. "You are one lucky fella, I hope you know that. And I hope you know if you ever do her wrong, I will find a way to make you regret you were born."

"What are you scared of, Giac? That he might be like you?" She mumbled. "Do not pretend to care now because you do not. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Angela had to leave the ballroom, she couldn't breathe, it was like all those feelings, all the small caresses she saw Casanova exchange with Bellino, all of that was being shoved down her throat and she was choking, suffocated by the words she couldn't say.

"Angel!" Giacomo ran after her, pushing Elias out of the way. "Are you feeling well?"

"Do I look well?"

"Uh... did I say something wrong?" He held her hand right before she left the room. 

"No, it is not what you said, it is what you didn't say."

"And what do you want me to say?" 

"If you need to ask me, the words would have no value."

"Do you- did I hurt your feelings? I thought you were in love with Elias since you have been by his side ever since our last meeting."

"Of course I'm not in love with him, did you look at him? He can't have a conversation that lasts more than five minutes!"

"Are you in love with... me?"

He truly had to ask? How stupid was he?

"No!"

"Are you sure?"

"I am quite sure! I am frustrated, I am tired. I am destined to marry a man I despise, I do not have a choice!" She had to lie, admitting her feelings for him would only make everything more complicated. And if he decided to follow through with the wedding, she feared the humiliation of the rejection might kill her.

"I'm sorry."

"So am I. I am going home."

"Can I have this dance before you go? Please, I would hate to see you go so upset."

"A dance won't change it. When you let go of my hand you will be engaged to Bellino, and I will be promised to Elias. When you let go of my hand the world will keep turning, it won't wait for me... Friend."

[samobservessonic]

We open this issue on a bunch of badniks tormenting a young boy called Tufftee, because like in the early Archie comics, the badniks could talk when the plot requires them to. Once they introduce a larger villain roster, there’ll be less call for them to talk Regardless, Tufftee is interesting because he’s the younger brother of a much better-known Sonic character…

…Sally Acorn!

Now, I’m a big fan of Sally in general, so I’ve been looking forward to getting to this story, which I didn’t realise would turn up so quickly. She only actually appears at the beginning and end of the story, but she’s here! It’s Sally! I also find it a funny coincidence that over five years later, Sally would also be given a brother in the Archie Comics, albeit an older brother called Elias. Now, I do genuinely think that these two characters were made wholly independently of each other and their creators probably didn’t even knew the other character exists (especially since I believe this is Tufftee’s only appearance), but it’s just kind of wild that out of all the characters to randomly give a brother to, both comics chose Sally

Anyway, after Tails rudely awakens Sonic (who is less than happy about that), Sally reveals that her brother wanted to play hero like Sonic and borrowed a pair of his old power boots, which Sonic thinks could still contain a bit of his power. Sonic races off before Tails has a chance to ask what to do and then we get the usual page of Sonic racing through zones, doing action hero stuff. I don't really talk about these parts as much, but I like that they include them as a “this is Sonic doing stuff like he does in the games” thing Speaking of stuff from the games, it’s only a cameo here, but we get our first appearance of the Special Zone:

Now, in StC, the Special Zone has a narrative importance that it doesn’t have in most other Sonic spin-offs. It’s treated as a place within itself and it’s also home to the Chaotix of all people, but we’ll get to that later. For now, Sonic has Tufftee to save

Which he achieves easily enough. We get a few pages of Tufftee being tormented by the badniks, before Sonic comes along to defeat them and rescue him. I love that one of the critters in that panel above straight up looks like someone's pet cat

Tufftee manages to save Sonic at the last minute, which reassures him in his own mind that he’s a hero, even if Sonic isn’t very enthusiastic about it. Also, I didn’t post this panel, but there was a part earlier on where we see that Tufftee couldn’t control the speed that the shoes magically granted him, as a little “there’s more to being Sonic than just going really fast”

We end this issue with the siblings being reunited and Sonic bluntly taking his shoes back from Tufftee, with the warning that they only work for him. Like I said before, I don’t believe we see Tufftee again after this? I can understand why, since StC already has Tails as the younger character working hard to prove himself to his hero, so we don’t need another character basically filling that same role in the comic. Even so, I like it when Tufftee appears with Sally in StC fanwork. Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone make an AU where Sally has both her brothers, Tufftee and Elias, but idk I think it might be interesting? Sally has a lot of middle sibling traits already Also, to wrap us up, I just wanted to talk about the art here, which is a vastly different style to the first two issues. For this issue, we had Casanovas on art duty and, while I haven’t been posting about the non-Sonic stories, this more-detailed style is actually closer to the high-fantasy styles used in the other comics featured in StC at the time. It’s definitely a ‘your mileage may vary’ sort of thing, but I like it purely for the nostalgia of this era of StC. We’ll be seeing a lot more of the fantasy-setting angle in regards to Tails’s backstory at some point as well

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Please help update this article to reflect recent events or newly available information. (March 2024) Summer Cem Summer Cem during Rock im Park 2018 Summer Cem during Rock im Park 2018 Background information Birth name Cem Toraman Born 11 April 1983 (age 40) North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany Genres Pop rapgangsta raptrap Occupation(s) Rapper Years active 2003–present Labels Banger Musik, German Dream Entertainment, ersguterjunge Cem Toraman (born 11 April 1983), better known as Summer Cem, is a German rapper of Turkish descent. He is known for frequent collaborations, particularly with KC Rebell and others.[1] He has had seven albums with three topping the German albums chart, solo album Cemesis in 2016, and joint album Maximum with KC Rebell in 2017 and Endstufe in 2018. Discography Albums Year Title Peak chart positions Certification GER [2] AUT [3] SWI [4] 2010 Feierabend 85 — — 2012 Sucuk & Champagner 10 32 26 2013 Babas, Barbies & Bargeld 5 25 26 2014 HAK 4 7 8 2016 Cemesis 1 4 4 2018 Endstufe 1 4 1 2019 Nur noch nice 2 4 6 Collaborative albums Year Title Peak chart positions GER [2] AUT [3] SWI [4] 2017 Maximum (credited to KC Rebell x Summer Cem) 1 1 1 2020 Maximum III (credited to KC Rebell x Summer Cem) 2 1 8 Singles Year Title Peak chart positions Album GER [2] AUT [3] SWI [4] 2014 "Mafia Musik" (feat. Farid Bang) 59 75 — "100" 83 — — 2018 "200 Düsen" 94 — — "Tamam tamam" 7 11 45 "Chinchilla" (feat. KC Rebell & Capital Bra) 11 14 35 "Casanova" (with Bausa) 4 4 37 "Crew" 28 51 — "Santorini" (feat. Veysel) 15 30 65 "Alles vorbei" 44 74 — "Molotov" (feat. RAF Camora) 27 25 60 "Weg weg weg" (feat. Farid Bang) 79 — — 2019 "Diamonds" (featuring Capital Bra) 3 5 5 "Yallah Goodbye" (featuring Gringo) 5 10 20 "Bayram" (featuring Elias) 23 37 70 "Rollerblades" (featuring KC Rebell) 8 13 21 "Primetime" 9 14 25 "Summer Cem" (featuring Luciano) 6 6 6 "Pompa" 16 29 55 "Mambo No. 5" 34 65 74 2020 "Geht nich gibs nich" (with KC Rebell) 4 7 15 "Fly" (with KC Rebell) 4 6 14 "Valla nein!" (with KC Rebell featuring Luciano) 2 3 7 "XXL" (with Miksu, Macloud and Luciano featuring Jamule) 2 2 3 "Geh dein Weg" (with KC Rebell featuring Loredana) 4 6 8 "QN" (with KC Rebell) 9 17 29 "Wow" (with KC Rebell) 26 49 86 "Anani Bacini" (with KC Rebell) 23 41 64 "Amcaoğle" (with KC Rebell featuring Capital Bra) 14 24 27 "Down" (with KC Rebell) 5 — 28 Featured in Year Title Peak chart positions Album GER [2] AUT [3] SWI [4] 2014 "Hayvan" (KC Rebell feat. Summer Cem) 78 — — "Manchmal" (Majoe feat. KC Rebell & Summer Cem) 76 — — 2015 "Augenblick" (KC Rebell feat. Summer Cem) 71 — — 2016 "Benz AMG" (KC Rebell feat. Summer Cem) 37 — — "Rap Money" (Kollegah feat. Summer Cem) 64 — — 2017 "Banger Imperium" (Majoe feat. Farid Bang, KC Rebell, Jasko, Summer Cem, 18 Karat & Play69) 82 — — "Bis hier und noch weiter" (Adel Tawil feat. KC Rebell & Summer Cem) 23 72 97 Adel Tawil album So schön anders 2018 "Royals & Kings" (Glasperlenspiel feat. Summer Cem) 70 — — "Sag schon" (Veysel feat. Summer Cem) 18 31 41 Veysel album Fuego 2019 "Rolex"

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2023 In Memoriam Part 17

Bishop Jacques Gaillot, 87

Bishop Senan Louis O'Donnell, 96

James Bradley; Jr., 67

Bryn Parry, 66

Keshub Mahindra, 99

Larry LeGrande, 83

Mike Baxes, 92

Don Leppert, 91

Ed Koren, 87

Archbishop Peter Lin Jiashan, 88

Egil Abrahamsen, 100

Mark Arneson, 73

Archbishop Francisco Viti, 89

Roger Hambright, 74

Bill Thomas, 91

Bishop Antônio Celso Queiroz, 89

Archbishop Gregorios Elias Tabé, 82

Brig. Gen. Harry J. Mott III, 93

Bob Berry; Jr., 81

Viktoriya Divak, 29

(Carl) Dave Frost, 70

Chris Smith, 31

Rev. Dr. Charles Stanley, 90

Pablo González Casanova, 101

Terrence Hardiman, 86

Willie McCarter, 76

Don McIlhenny, 88

Anita Sanders, 81

Fr. Bob Maguire, 88

Dave Wilcox, 80

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Special Forces แหกด่านจู่โจมสายฟ้าแลบ (2011) พากย์ไทย

เรื่องย่อ Special Forces แหกด่านจู่โจมสายฟ้าแลบ (2011) อัฟกานิสถาน นักข่าวสงคราม Elsa Casanova ถูกจับเป็นตัวประกันโดยกลุ่มตาลีบัน เมื่อต้องเผชิญกับการประหารชีวิตของเธอ หน่วยกองกำลังพิเศษถูกส่งไปเพื่อปลดปล่อยเธอ ในภูมิประเทศที่สวยงามและน่าตื่นตาที่สุดในโลก การไล่ล่าอย่างไม่ลดละเริ่มต้นขึ้นระหว่างผู้ลักพาตัวเธอที่ไม่ตั้งใจปล่อยให้เหยื่อหลุดรอด และกลุ่มทหารที่เสี่ยงชีวิตเพื่อไล่ตามเป้าหมายเดียว เพื่อนำเธอกลับบ้านทั้งเป็น ผู้หญิงที่แข็งแกร่งและเป็นอิสระคนนี้และเจ้าหน้าที่เหล่านี้ถูกรวมเข้าด้วยกันและถูกบังคับให้เผชิญหน้ากับสถานการณ์อันตรายร้ายแรงที่ผูกมัดพวกเขาอย่างแยกไม่ออก ทั้งทางอารมณ์ ความรุนแรง และความรู้สึกใกล้ชิด นักแสดง - Diane Krugerเป็น Elsa Casanova - Djimon Hounsouรับบทเป็น Kovax - เดนิส เมโนเชต์รับบท ลูคัส - Benoît Magimelเป็น Tic-Tac - Raphael Personnazเป็น Elias - Didier Flamandเป็น Jacques Beauregard - เมห์ดี เน็บบูรับบท อาเมน - Morjana Alauuiรับบทเป็น Maina - Tchéky Karyoรับบทเป็น พลเรือเอก Guzennec - Alain Figlarz  รับบทเป็น วิคเตอร์ - อเลน อลิวอนรับบท มาริอุส - Raz Deganรับบทเป็น Zaief ตัวอย่างหนัง Special Forces แหกด่านจู่โจมสายฟ้าแลบ (2011) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIx00INSlyQ Read the full article

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Elias and Aleix flirting through training again!

Can we ask for a Logan/George joint training?

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“Me planteo cada disco como el guion de una película”

[Capella de Ministrers en la formación con la que ha registrado el disco: Carles Magraner, Delia Agúndez y Robert Cases. La foto es de Ximo Calvo]

En formación de trío, Capella de Ministrers, el veterano conjunto valenciano creado y dirigido por Carles Magraner, hace una incursión en el universo melancólico de la música inglesa del XVII

Fundado en 1987 por Carles Magraner, Capella de Ministrers no es sólo uno de los conjuntos más veteranos de la música antigua española, sino uno de los más activos en los estudios de grabación, pues su discografía sobrepasa el medio centenar de títulos.

–Aparte Jordi Savall, dudo que haya algún grupo de música antigua español con más discos en el mercado. –No crea. Eduardo Paniagua puede tener más.

–Cierto, por ahí andará. ¿Siente pasión por el disco? –Sí. Me apasiona el hecho de grabar. Es una actividad que te muestra el nivel de exigencia al que es capaz de llegar cada músico. Es una experiencia que exige mucho al músico. No conozco a ningún músico que no lo dé todo en el momento de una grabación, sin importarle el tiempo o el lugar, el calor o el frío. Todos lo ponen todo por un proyecto musical que al final es lo que nos queda y podemos enseñar en todo el mundo. Imagine que Capella de Ministrers no hubiera hecho ningún disco; sería como si no hubiéramos hecho nada. Con cada disco hemos ido dejando constancia de nuestro trabajo. Así que casi sin querer acabas grabando dos discos al año. Y es apasionante. Un mundo no comercial. Es una ruina cada vez que te metes en uno. Pero no hay experiencia que uno desee más. Empezar y acabar. No hay cosa que quieras terminar más pronto que cuando empiezas a grabar un disco.

–De todos modos, imagino que detrás de cada proyecto de disco habrá motivos concretos. ¿Cuáles hubo detrás de este A Circle in the Water? –Se trata de un repertorio que hago hace tiempo. Estamos girando por todo el mundo un repertorio en torno a Cervantes. Los dos grandes de la literatura han formado siempre parte de nuestra historia musical. Acercarnos a Cervantes es también acercarnos a Shakespeare. Estuvimos hace poco en Londres visitando el Globe, nos metimos un poco en su mundo. La oportunidad definitiva me la proporcionó Vicent Monsonís, que estaba haciendo una película en torno a la relación de Shakespeare con Marlowe y me propuso hacer la banda sonora. Es una historia apasionante, con un guion de Chema Cardeña muy bien trabajado en torno a la intimidad de estos dos personajes históricos, con esa duda que hay sobre la autoría de Shakespeare, la lucha por el poder... Esta música le venía como anillo al dedo. Entonces decidí meterme definitivamente en este mundo y tocar algo que hace años que me apetecía mucho, el tema de la melancolía; creo que hay que reivindicarla en el siglo en que vivimos.

–Pero no es la primera vez. Grabaron hace ya años las Lachrimae de Dowland. –Así es. Es un repertorio fascinante, al que ahora añadimos la voz. Cómo no me va a apasionar el mundo inglés siendo violagambista. Y el siglo de oro de la viola da gamba en Inglaterra, el XVII, cómo no nos va a apasionar a todos los amantes de la música; son músicas de gran intensidad, con textos maravillosos. Hemos incluido algunas piezas poco conocidas y otras que lo son más. A la hora de presentarlo quise dar también un paso al frente. No lo presentamos como un simple concierto, sino que montamos un pequeño espectáculo dramático, pues invitamos a un bailarín de danza contemporánea, Toni Aparisi, a que colaborara con el trío. Delia hace además una gran interpretación física, corporal, expresiva...

–Esa voz es en efecto la de Delia Agúndez, que colabora con el grupo desde hace años. ¿Cómo definiría su relación? –La experiencia de trabajar con grandes profesionales es siempre muy grata. Y Delia es muy profesional, es una cantante muy madura, con mucho conocimiento de lo que hace, y en el escenario uno se siente muy a gusto transmitiendo música a su lado. Yo siempre he pretendido no condicionar el cantante al repertorio sino al revés. Hemos trabajado con muchas cantantes, Raquel Andueza, Pilar Esteban, Elia Casanova, Ruth Rosique, Olga Pitarch, Estrella Estévez… Me encanta trabajar con los cantantes y descubrir nuevas voces. Estamos trabajando mucho ahora con Qvinta Essençia, con Pablo Acosta. Hay tan buenos cantantes jóvenes en este país. Cuando uno apuesta por uno, y nosotros lo hicimos por Delia, la relación se hace muy intensa. Ella es tan expresiva; vive cada palabra que canta. Para estos repertorios ingleses y españoles del Siglo de Oro es una voz ideal. Vamos a meternos a grabar en trío o cuarteto un repertorio en torno a Miguel de Cervantes; llevamos más de 50 conciertos por todo el mundo con este proyecto y aún no lo hemos grabado.

–En la época estas canciones eran polifónicas, se presentaban con acompañamiento de laúd o de consort de violas. Usted recurre a su viola y a un instrumento de cuerda pulsada. ¿Por qué esta instrumentación? –Las circunstancias obligan. Decir cuál era la verdad sería un poco absurdo, tan absurdo como decir cuál es la verdad del sonido del pasado. Todo son especulaciones. Algunas canciones las dejamos con la pureza del laúd solista. Y otras sólo con la viola. Me apetecía acompañar el Flow my tears solo con la viola. Imaginemos que ese día cayó enfermo el laudista. Es un juego de sonoridades. Al final los que hacemos esta música, los que transportamos esas vivencias de otras épocas a nuestro siglo tenemos que presentarlas también como un espectáculo. Cuando das un concierto de una hora de duración tienes que tratar de mostrar toda la intensidad de una época. Esto es difícil, y condiciona la instrumentación, incluso el orden de las obras. A partir de una serie de piezas pequeñas construyes un espectáculo y tienes que procurar hacerlo atractivo, variado. Con un trío se puede conseguir esto con más facilidad que con acompañamientos solistas, claro.

–¿Me está diciendo que concibe el disco como el guion de un concierto? –Para mí, el disco es en efecto el resultado de un concierto. Pero iría más allá: yo me planteo el disco como el guion de una película. Hay que poner mucho cuidado en los ritmos. Pienso mucho en los ritmos internos, ritmos que son casi cinematográficos, o si se quiere quedar en el terreno musical, casi sinfónicos, porque yo trato de operar como en una gran sinfonía, en la que se buscan las tensiones, las distensiones, los momentos de impacto o de ternura. Todo eso lo vas configurando como un programa, y cuando ves que funciona en concierto lo pones en un disco. Pero hay que hacerlo teniendo en cuenta el efecto que eso va a provocar en el espectador del siglo XXI, no en el del siglo XVI.

[Capella de Ministrers. Foto de Ximo Calvo]

–De los trovadores a Martín y Soler no hay apenas recovecos de la historia de la música a los que no se haya acercado Capella de Ministrers. –Esto va un poco por estados de ánimo y también por la edad. Cuando empezamos en esto éramos tres mal contados, y hacer música antigua era hacer todo lo que podías abarcar. Ahora hay una gran especialización y hay grupos que se dedican sólo a lo medieval, a lo renacentista o no digamos ya a lo barroco. Al festival que hacemos en verano en Morella vienen grandes especialistas de grandes repertorios. Cuando se conoce muy bien el Quattrocento o el Ars Nova uno podría dedicar no su vida, sino varias vidas a hacer sólo este repertorio. Y yo agradezco que existan estos grandes especialistas. Aquellos que, como yo, somos más humanistas y nos gusta viajar en el tiempo, en cierta manera nos alimentamos de ellos. Detrás de cada disco hay siempre un gran especialista.

–¿Y a los instrumentistas los escoge como a los cantantes, por afinidad con el repertorio? –Totalmente. Por ejemplo, trabajo mucho con el violinista Alessandro Ciccolini; con él tengo cubierto el repertorio italiano de los siglos XVII y XVIII. Para la Edad Media busco a aquellos que además de ser grandes músicos vengan del mundo de la música tradicional, pues este repertorio lo veo más como asimilación de unas músicas que se escribieron para recordarlas y no para interpretarlas desde la partitura. Pero luego hay algunos instrumentistas que forman parte del núcleo de Capella de Ministrers, como Pau Ballester, Ignasi Jordá o David Antich, que por su versatilidad se adaptan a todos los repertorios.

–¿Cuánto ha cambiado la música antigua en España desde que usted empezó en los años 80? –Uf, hoy hay mucho más de todo. Al principio te decían eso de que los que nos dedicábamos a la música antigua era porque no servíamos para otro tipo de música. Son anécdotas que nos contamos ahora en las cenas de músicos. Era difícil encontrar partituras. A veces dabas con un vinilo que llevabas tiempo rastreando y parecía que hubieras hallado las minas del rey Salomón. No le digo nada de una viola da gamba. No había quien nos las hiciera. La primera que encontré fue un milagro. Cuando Pepe Rey me llamó para tocar en Sema encontré un mundo en el que todo eran impactos. Hoy el conocimiento lo tenemos en casa. Por una pantalla de ordenador podemos acceder a todo, partituras, discos, artículos, trabajos... Podemos escuchar toda la música que queramos en cualquier momento. Y eso lo ha cambiado todo.

–¿Cuál es desde su punto de vista la situación del sector? –En la enseñanza se ha dado un paso importantísimo con la especialización en tantos conservatorios y escuelas. Aunque echo de menos una mayor dedicación a los repertorios anteriores al siglo XVII, al que se llega ya de forma muy atrevida. Son pocos los que se interesan por repertorios anteriores. Desde las escuelas y conservatorios habría que incidir en la formación en música medieval y renacentista, sobre todo por nuestro gran Siglo de Oro, que es el XVI. Sería importante que los programadores empezaran a interesarse más por estos repertorios y por los grupos que se dedican a ellos. Desde nuestra fundación hemos puesto en marcha una academia con jóvenes intérpretes para hacer estos repertorios. Intento dar la oportunidad a aquellos que han acabado sus estudios de trabajar con profesionales, que podamos  sentarnos juntos y colaborar montando programas, porque creo que hace falta una comunicación más intensa entre aquellos que acaban de terminar y quienes llevamos años trabajando.

–En Morella ha consolidado un importante festival de música renacentista y medieval. –Sí, estoy muy contento. Este año tuvimos 20 profesores, y es apasionante compartir una semana en aquel ambiente, porque uno aterriza en el mundo real y comparte muchas experiencias gracias a la integración que hemos impulsado de músicos que no tienen posibilidades de acceder a nuestro repertorio. Ahora estamos intentando trabajar con músicos de Guinea, donde el acceso a la cultura es casi imposible.

–¿Y en qué otros proyectos anda? –Me interesa mucho el aspecto didáctico y seguir presentando programas con Capella de Ministrers. Ojalá podamos seguir haciendo discos. Estrenamos en este mismo diciembre un repertorio que he trabajado con Pepe Rey en torno a la música grotesca, algo que me hace mucha ilusión. Y ya estoy pensando en nuestro próximo disco, que presentaremos en Semana Santa, con música de Cristóbal de Morales, unas Lamentaciones inéditas, que trabajé con Manuel del Sol. Las hemos grabado con los violones, tal y como se decía que debían ser interpretadas.

[Diario de Sevilla. 30-12-2019]

EL CD EN SPOTIFY

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A Visit From Elia IV by JorgePaniagua

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AND,,, here are the big list of names that we have (there's so many so there might be repeating ones but here you go <3): scooter, brick, casper, jack, crew, casey, arcade, alistair, billiards, landline, elias, silas, adrian, link, valentine, august, beau, marlow, francis, sardonyx, marion, laurence, blip, shutter, pierrot, wake, jamie, angel, piper, harley, paris, caspian, reverend, percival, reagan, nocturn, oracle, augury, helix, gabe, galileo, gale, geo, gyro, gizmo, orion, scorpius, canis, cygnus, corvus, draco, leo, perseus, hydra, betelgeuse, felis, apollyon, puffin, portia, valerian, florian, snapdragon, longhorn, cicada, juliet, toad, cricket, pretzel, chalcedony, carcass, bastion, catacomb, carrion, hunter's moon, ouzel, blackbird, pallid, plenilune, varmint, viol, orchid, mantis, eventide, armory , zealot, lacrimosa, argos, camisado, versailles, alexander, apollo, alcinder, august, elias, julius/jules, knight, valor, leonidas, lionel, pheonix, roman, titus, victor, percival, raegan, carnival, pierrot, dallas, crew, fin, august, val/valentine, jace, orca, gale, sam, squid, leif, sage, caspian, ajax, otto, april, alva, scout, quinn, briar, chalcedony, carcass, otis, bastion, catacomb, carrion, hunter's moon, ouzel, blackbird, pallid, plenilune, varmint, viol, orchid, mantis, eventide, armory, zealot, lacrimosa, argos, camisado, versailles, galileo, gambit, billiards, polybius, arcade, dallas, paris, rome, cable, crew, roo, alois, alastair, caspian, orca, adrian, anchor, dune, crew, erasmus, galiot, heron, landline, twain, gamecube, mechanism, sweepstakes, sundial, archibald, jello, circle, adobe, orwell, pompeii, andromeda, hailey, sirius, stardust, satellite, solar flare, sunspot, waning, titan, keiper, rover, orbit, dipper, ursa, hercules, constellation, belt, rings of fire, red storm, fog, crypt, cloud, frost, hail, daze, dream, drowze, haze, solar, nova, moon, moonwake, floral, rustle, clover, aesthete, splash, poe, bard, stanza, accius, byron, dante, edgar, virgil, wilde, verse, ballad, sonnet, anaphora, lyric, muse, amadeus, tybalt, eldric, alois, beryl, elliot, jasper, sawyer, oslo, raegan, ronan, casper, boris, bruno, chess, arcade, randy, drew, max, landline, browser, mug, cappucino (cino), tulip, mortimer, wilfred, barnaby, sonny, monty, colton, sawyer, cooper, landon, finn, cody, hayden, ashton, miles, arlo, jasper, oscar, ezra, milo, everett, rhys, silas, soren, beckett, river, felix, theo, elliot, william, bowie, baxtor, jax, jay, kaz, magic, alphie, millie, valerie, versailles, paris, jackie, rue, rose, fiore, callie, oliver, francis, charlie, jamie, reese, landline, battery (or battery acid), keyboard, gravel, vault, raegan, nemesis, jasper, sylvester, mars, calamity, valentine, francis , paris, charlie , sticker, pretzel, puffin, junction, chalcedony, dial, cuckoo, alastor, static, livewire, rex, eva, sandie, bouncer, florida, salem, asterisk, lucielle, luminare, cassandra, casanova, alastor, arwen, casimir, dorian, kato, cato, morrigan, basil, anise, cassia, ellis, lennon, xephrys, phineas, theon, castiel, edmond, eldrich, aero, genevieve, gwenivere, aislinn, cordelia, gaia, hera, elsa, ada, ezra, gale, gael, beau, alfred, ackerly, otto, otis, augustine, doris, iris, ida, esther, josephine, alma, beatrix, elsie, effie, alistair, leon, percival, gilbert, atlas, auden, audin, adonis, maynard, hadrian, celia, maude, maudie, rumble, ranger, alistair, aristocracy, delegate, podium, loverboy, cupid’s arrow, lovesick, lovestruck, painted hearts, rose, jaime, reid, rodney, gregg, fang, jock, laurens, pierre, cinn, markus, xander, zane, chartreuse, bumples, RGB, chroma key, the pencil of the earth, palooza, puppet pin, prelude, sizzle, breakfast, clearance, bozo, plasticine, megara, ophelia, delaney, vincent, melinda, seren, cassiopia, darling, griffyn

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Im requesting for a satire oneshot again-

Elias a c c i d e n t a l l y calling Ella mommy in front of everyone or smth idk it was really funny in my head

Oh my DEENA ITS PERFECT. This is in fanon universe so alistar can hear it.

(Some of this is based on a conversation I had with my boyfriend and my best friend. Ask if you dare.)

It was dinner time. And by God the group needed it.

After coming back from the pirate adventure, and then ella and Eli's wedding, everything had just been hectic.

The group needed a time to just sit and spend time with one another.

Eli and ella sat next to one another, Alistar across from ella, eve next to alistar, and so on and so fourth.

"Mommy, can you pass the salt," Eli asked as he looked at his wife.

Alistar choked on his food and everyone stopped eating.

"Im... I'm sorry.... WHAT did you just call her?" Mia asked.

Elias' eyes widened.

"ELLA. I MEANT ELLA," he shouted as a blush made its way onto his face.

"Oh I'm sure you did, Casanova," Loreley stated with a smirk.

Mia began snickering.

"Eli has a mommy kink," Deena teased in a sing-song voice.

Ella snickered as well.

Eli just sat there, questioning his life choices.