#the sunset film circle

[seokjinsonlyone]

this how i think bts would be if they was your husband

namjoon:

you’d have your own rooftop garden together; like he’d get someone to get it setup architecturally the way he has it envisioned in his head and to give like advice on the types of plants that are good for this set up but y’all would do all the seeding and watering and weed pulling yourselves

evening walks together around sunset through the park or around the river hand in hand where you just soak up nature and talk about any and everything

you both like the idea of having a pet but know that you're too busy to keep one regularly so you end up getting fish; he gets a cute little 20 gallon tank and like five fish but he actually does a lot of research on which fish live the best together, which food and treats they like best, the best plants and knick knacks to put inside, how to clean it, etc.; all in all takes the whole situation way more seriously than you'd thought he would; it was supposed to be sumn light for the summer time but you'd think he's filming an episode of tanked for all the time and effort he pours into it

sits side by side with you rubbing circles into your lower back whenever you need to rant about something

loves it when you get desperate for him so sometimes around the time you're ovulating he teases you; will walk around the house in nothing but his briefs with his glasses on talking in his deep voice; will invade your space like if you're in the kitchen making food or something he's gonna come up behind you and wrap that strong arm around your middle kissing up on you asking meaningless questions about what you're doing until you finally snap and drag him to the bedroom

consistently opens every door for you and pulls out your chair at restaurants even if it's five, ten years down the line

the type to never know where anything is; it's not even that you switch things up a lot it's just that he never forgot the muscle memory of where things were when he lived alone; so he's constantly calling out to you asking where something is; half the time what he looking for be in very obvious locations but his mind is just so all over the place that he overlooks it

uses you as his sounding board when he has a situation he needs handled; will just sit there and think out loud to you for minutes and hours; you don't even be saying that much really like occasionally he'll ask what you think but he appreciates having a listening ear more than anything and you're happy to be there for him even if his incessant rambling makes you wanna strangle yourself sometimes

would learn to help you take out your box braids; it makes you nervous when he first offers to help because he can be a bit rough sometimes but he's oddly gentle and diligent with the task; once he's gotten good with that you convince him to wash your hair too; and take down/wash day is less dreadful because of it

you two become a package deal; like it could be a boys night or a girl's night and you're always gonna try to bring the other with and most of the time y'alls friends don't mind like you're one of the boys and he's one of the girls so it's fine; even if he like invites some friends over the house and you stay in the room to give them some space at some point he's gonna go and check up on you; you'll just be laying in bed on your laptop or phone, watching tv or something and he's gonna lay beside you and ask what you doing make sure you're okay next thing you know 30 minutes gon go by and you'll have to remind him that he has guests over; then he's gonna convince you to come out with him and stay tucked up under his arm until his friends leave or pass out

seokjin:

draws you a bath when he knows you’ve had a long day; it’d be really nice too; he'd light your favorite candle and set it on the counter; add a fragrant moisturizing bath bomb and sprinkle in some flower petals; once you settle in he'll put down one of them over the tub trays and hand you a glass of wine and your laptop so you can watch whatever you want or stream music while you’re in the tub

loves referring to you as 'his wife'; like y'all will be with a group of your friends that knew you from the get go and they'll ask him where he got his jacket from and he'll be like "oh my wife bought it for me" and they'll be like "🥴 boi we knew her long before she was ever worried about you just say her name" aksksksk

every couple months y’all will go on cooking dates with his celebrity chef friends and their wives; which is basically them in the kitchen being loud cooking a meal he specifically chose for you and you and the wife not too far away watching them while being wined and dined

not particularly handy but he feels like as a man there’s just certain things he should be able to do; so if your sink is leaking or there’s a problem with your car battery or something he’s gonna hop on youtube and figure out how to solve it first; calls an actual repairman to deal with it if he can’t fix it without being moderately inconvenienced

insists on getting a pool installed even tho you tell him you would barely use it bc you hate having to redo your hair more than you like to swim; you actually do end up using it all the time bc he orders one of those giant canopy floats and y'all just lay up there and take naps or talk; the whole outdoor area is actually bomb tbh like there's an entire sheltered outdoor kitchen and grill patio area with fans on the ceiling for when it gets hot and a fully loaded bar; y'all honestly spend more time outside during the summer than inside and get scolded for not entertaining people more often

if you reeeaaalllyyy want him to go shopping with you he will but he’d rather just give you his card and you gather up some of your girls and y’all can go nuts together

tries to butter you up when he knows he's in trouble but it's never with anything good like he'll stop at the convenience store on the way home and pick up some things to try to sway you; he get home and you're waiting for him slightly ticked off and he's like "i know you're mad but look at what i got you and it's a cosmic brownie, sour gummy worms (his favorite candy mind you), some wet wipes, and an arizona tea

official driver of the relationship; lets you be the passenger princess of your dreams like whenever you need to get from point a to point b he’s getting you there all you gotta do is sit down and look pretty (and play decent music while he’s driving)

even if you’re not a certified Gamer Girl™️ when there’s like a new mario game or something along those lines that doesn’t require a ton of skill and know how to play you’ll no life it together; like will straight up play for like 16 hours a day until you beat it; you still force him to eat and shower however but you’re not allowed to touch the controller until he returns bc he’d be afraid you’ll lose all your lives

the type to get super close with your family; like you look over one day and see yo mama calling him and you listen to him and they're literally just catching up???; he goes out on bros days with your dad and brothers; all your cousins follow him on instagram and be sending him memes; and you just sit there tryna figure out how he singlehandedly replaced you in your family bc they be treating him better than they treat you

yoongi:

after hearing you talk about wanting a detached claw foot jacuzzi tub for the 1000th time he decides to just go ahead and get your dream house built from the ground up; gives his input in every step of the process since he has so many opinions on architecture, furniture, finishes, and overall aesthetics; sometimes there’s little disagreements when your design styles clash but in the end he makes sure that you definitely get everything you’ve ever wanted included

warms your car up for you in the morning during winter months; unimportant but i just know he would go out in a sweatshirt and some slides like barefoot toes out in 20° weather shuffling out to make sure your car is nice and cozy and the frost is off the windshield

every now and again you’ll just be chilling at home and then he’ll be like “yah go get dressed we’re going out” and then he’ll genuinely take you on one of the best dates ever; it may not be over the top every time but somehow it’s always exactly what you needed; acts nonchalant about it when you’re gushing over how great of a time you’re having; “ah it’s nothing” but he’s secretly super self satisfied bc he knows he’s killing it

sometimes he’ll be sprawled out on the couch watching basketball and you’ll be tryna tell him something but he’s so engrossed that he won’t hear a word you say so you gotta throw a pillow at him to get his attention

untangles your necklaces for you; sweeps the hair from the back of your neck and clasps it together once he's got it free

likes leaning on your shoulder when you’re in bed on the computer; not really nosy about what it is that you’re doing whether it’s work or whatever but just likes to listen to the sound of your typing as his own personal asmr; also loves it when you get your nails done like will happily pay for a new set every other week because of the tippity tapping that accompanies everything you do

sets up a joint bank account for you two like immediately bc he doesn't have anything to hide and what's his is yours; but also sets you up a separate savings account that he funnels money into biweekly bc he wants you to be okay always even if one day it has to be without him

if you're both up late and you're feeling peckish he'll whip up a quick late night snack for y'all to munch on

never really comments when your hormones throw your body system out of wack; like if you randomly had night sweats for a couple days and sweat through your clothes and blanket he'd just nudge you awake so you can dry off and turn the ac on

is extra physically affectionate whenever you start getting irritated even if he’s the source of your irritation; will grab your hand and pull you into him planting kisses on top of your head and rubbing up and down your back until you’re sufficiently pacified

hoseok:

all his numeric passcodes are related to you; like it’s either your birthday or your anniversary, the day y’all met, first date, etc.

sometimes he likes to sit on the toilet when you're in the shower and talk to you; will periodically poke his head in to check your progress depending on how long you're in there; ooos and aahs and waggles his eyebrows every time he does so

some people think you’re some kind of dictator bc his response to every proposal he receives is “let me check with my wife first”; you’re not tho he just likes running things by you bc he’s only ever okay if y’all are on the same page; sometimes you really are his scapegoat if he doesn’t wanna do something tho and you’re fine with being his excuse! you love spending time with your man!!

y’all draw lots over who has to kill the bugs in the house; he tries his best to overcome his fear for you he really does but sometimes he look at the bug and the bug look at him and his heart can’t take it; generally tho there’s less fear of y’all conquer it together

at least once a month he books a couples spa day appointment for you two; deep tissue massages, facials, manicures, pedicures, the works like you just get absolutely spoiled; his motto is that if you feel good and look good then you can be good and be good to each other; unrelated but he get a kick out of eating the cucumbers that are supposed to help soothe around your eyes

you get so used to the sound effects he makes all the time that when he’s not around you have to have some kind of background sounds whether it’s music or white noise just something to fill the air.

you both like plushies, funko pops, action figures and all that so there's a dedicated toy room in your home; all the toys that you actually care about are placed higher up and in cases to keep in good condition but things that you don't mind having some use are accessible; the whole room is carpeted and there are some fluffy rugs too; there's a 65 inch tv on one wall and a computer area for gaming as well; the whole room is illuminated via led lights; needless to say all the kids you know love when y'all babysit them; they stay in that one room the entire time except when they want a snack bc there's no eating in the toy room; jungkook also loves to randomly come and hangout in the toy room by himself

wouldn't tolerate any kind of disrespect toward you; say you went out to a restaurant and the server was being rude to you, he'd clock it so fast he'd be talking to a manager having your server swapped out and dessert on the house before you even realized what they said

y'all try new hobbies together; it's never anything you have experience or are good at which makes it even more fun as you're doing it; like you'll get one of those woobles crochet kits and spend like a month trying to figure it out in your free time and make whatever little creature you bought

never actually stops dating you; will still have an active folder with activities and restaurants he wants the both of you to go to; even if you both lack the time and energy to actually go out on a date he's lighting a candle and pulling out the fine china for you it doesn't matter that you're wearing loungewear and sitting on the floor in front of the tv; he wants you to feel special always

jimin:

intimacy between you two go crazy; you’re as close as close can be like if there were such a thing as soulmates you two would be it; you’re consistently trapped within your own bubble and even if you’re out and about it’s still almost as if no one else existed; like say y’all went out to a club music is thumping people are everywhere it’s a generally Loud environment if you softly called his name from beside him he would turn to you immediately; or someone could brush past him and it’d be whatever but if you ghosted your hand up his arm he would get goosebumps; you’re just insanely in tuned to each other

would love if you had a softer build bc he likes the way you feel like heaven when he lays on you; also he just likes squeezing at your squishy bits; he finds it equal parts amusing and satisfying; like he'll squeeze at your boob when you're half asleep in bed just to annoy you; you'll be turned on your side and his arm will be slung across your waist and he'll just inch his hand up until he reaches your boob and squeezes; giggles evilly every time you smack his hand away and won't stop until you're whining and kicking at him to leave you alone and let you sleep

sometimes you’ll build a giant fort in the living room when he’s getting overwhelmed by life complete with fairy lights strung up overhead and pillows and more blankets covering the floor to make it extra comfy; you spend all day together in there playing games and talking nonsense and eating snacks and end the night cuddled up his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your head tucked into his neck watching movies until you’re sure his head is free from all his worries

loves to be fed, literally; like when dinner time comes he will make one big plate and pull up with a fork and a knife and a waiting attitude; if you don't play along immediately he's gonna put his hands over yours and make you feed him bites until you take over; likes to feed you as well; just always sharing his food with you and expects you to do the same

he gets obsessive when you don't answer his calls; like if he knows you're not busy and he calls you and you don't answer it drives him up a wall and he will spam you with texts and at least a dozen more calls until you pick up; not even because he has anything urgent to tell you he just always craves your attention; bonus: ends every conversation by saying i love you like you could be on the phone for 15 seconds just confirming something really quickly and he's gonna make sure he's told you he loves you before you click end call

doesn’t say anything when he finds you crying just pulls you into him and lets you get it all out; once you start calming down a bit he’ll pull back slightly, gently cupping your face in his hands and swipe away all your tears; only when he’s sure the tears have come to a complete stop does he softly ask “what’s going on?”

still gets shy and flustered around you; it doesn’t stop him from being himself around you whatsoever but it’s very obvious when you have the upper hand in a situation

you can't just tell him you need an item from the store bc half the time he'll go and come back with the wrong thing; you gotta send him a picture of it and that don't even work all the time; most of his solo ventures to the store at your request end in him facetimeing you bc he swears up and down they don't have what you asked for but then you end up finding it for him and you not even there

knows you admire his art skills so he leaves little doodles on post it notes around the house; is really proud when you display the ones you find really cute in your phone case

the type to put his life in your hands; when y'all go out to eat he tells you to order for him bc "you know what i like"; will let you dress him/style his hair however bc "you know what looks good on me"; he just literally trusts and defers to your judgement as much as possible

taehyung:

the type to tighten all the jars when you’re upset with him so you’re forced to ask him for help and talk to him anyway

would try to set up a really romantic dinner for you complete with rose petals and candles and champagne on ice but he'd be so focused on creating the right ambience that he forgets to order the food and one thing bout tae is he ain't a chef and even if he was he wouldn't have enough time before you showed up so you'd end up having a pb&j and cup noodles

sometimes if he has a lot of energy but you’re asleep he’ll poke at you until you’re awake and then he’ll ask if you’re asleep and when you say yes he’ll keep messing with you until he’s able to drag you out to play with him

knows how to tie a tie but claims it looks better when you tie it so whenever he wears a suit he gets you to finish off his look; really he just likes to be manhandled by you and the grip you have around his neck does something for him

if you get him riled up in the morning he just lives there all day; partially aware of what's going on around him but undoubtedly distracted, thinking about you, wanting you; hands and eyes are glued to the phone at all times hoping you'll message him or something even if it is just you teasing him some more; he's putty in your hands and he knows it but when the day is over and y'all are both home you're his

you have to come to major compromises when it comes to decorations; like you let him have his accent wall that he puts his paintings of his basquiat-esque faces but the weird cyber bug and person shark statues and the butt chair have to go

you do majority of the cooking so he takes dish duty very seriously; will swat you away if you try to help most times; however there’s a special place in his heart for the times you ignore him and help anyway by drying the dishes and it’s you him and some music playing and you’re singing and dancing around the kitchen together

there's a legitimate argument about your use of a body pillow; he genuinely gets offended bc is he not enough for you? why can't you just cuddle him? why would you go and put the great wall of china in between you two? what's with the distance? was he too much for you? like the situation blows completely out of proportion for no reason skslklsks the argument ends when you force him to cuddle it and he instantly understands the hype behind it; that doesn't curb his jealousy towards the object however and you're only allowed to use it when he's not in bed with you

a whiny baby when he's sick; you'd think he had tuberculosis in the 12th century instead of a common cold the way he be acting; a piece of tissue stuck in his nose, piled under three blankets, shivering every five minutes on cue; you give him a good day of dealing with the dramatics after that you leave him in the room with a bottle of dayquil and a packet of vitamin c until he decides to get on with his life like a normal human being

loves planning weekend getaways for the two of you; like every other month you guys are out of town for like 3-4 days in the spirit of “rekindling”; he always rents a really nice and cozy cabin type joint and most of the trips are spent just enjoying each others company and the scenery, walking around the town latched onto his arm and eating good food; you come back from each outing refreshed and more in love than you already were

jungkook:

every sunday he checks your car to make sure it has a full tank and if it doesn’t he fills it up for you

you two have separate rooms bc you both like to have space to just exist as an individual from time to time (also it’s really nice to have a place to storm away to when you’re in a fight) but you end up cuddled up next to each other every night anyway

has a very strict laundry schedule and routine; gets annoyed if you don't do it how he likes when he's unable to

watches you while you’re getting ready; he’ll be sitting at the edge of the bed while you walk around from your closet to the dressers circling the room trying to find something to wear; you’ll be having a conversation with him the whole time and after you walk past him for the 4th time his clinginess gets the best of him and he catches you by the waist before you can fully bypass him; he pulls you in between his legs and just hugs you to him for a few moments while you run your hands through his hair

follows you around the house with his mic serenading you like three times a week

comes behind you when you’re cooking or washing dishes or something and just pats at your butt for a while and by a while i mean he won’t stop until you elbow him and threaten to cut his hands off; he just laughs and gets one more grope in before backing off

traces the contours of your face and murmurs all kinds of cute and lovely and cheesy stuff about you when you’re both in bed and he thinks you’re sleep

if you made him a good meal you’d hear about it constantly for the next week; like every other sentence is a “seriously, it was so good” and he won’t stop until you make it again; sometimes he’ll try making it himself to see if he could do better but it always tastes best coming from you

an absolute menace in the grocery store; will spend the first 15-20 minutes behaving as he grabs whatever he needs personally and once that's done he's acting a fool; doing that thing that kids do when they use the cart as a skateboard like push off on it and then hop on to ride out the wave; grabbing all kinds of junk that neither of you need; touching everything even when he has no intention of buying it; you have to grab his ear and threaten him with celibacy to get him to calm down

whenever you’re sitting next to each other could be on the couch out at dinner in bed etc he likes to play with your hand and fiddle with your ring; will often slide it off and try to fit the ring on his fingers; then he’ll put it back on and kiss your fingertips for safekeeping

a/n: i worked on this for months and months and now it’s finally here lemme know what u thought 😩🙏

[wroteclassicaly]

For The Record

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: You have a surprise for your best-friend Steve.

Word count: 1,647

Warnings: Language, NSFW, creampie, vaginal sex, slight choking, slight breeding kink if you squint, and fluff.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

A/N: Just a filthy little thing that I’ve been nurturing for a few days. No point to it, just showing Stevie some love! Haven’t written anything this lengthy in a while, but I hope y’all enjoy? ;P 💕❤️🥰♥️

Steve. Steve-fucking-Harrington. The heart of your group with a head of hair (that you’d washed, brushed, picked monster guts out of, and pulled, one too many times), a comforting smile that reminded you of Summer’s fading sunsets that give way to fall colors. All copper, rust, orange, mossy caramels swirling together, deep browns that look like cinnamon (smells like the gum he chews, or the breath spray he carries in his back pocket), sometimes even red in how his cheeks tinge on cold days, the way he makes your body warm. To his protective - fighter mode, like a crafted out of the finest marble guardian-angelic-god.

You’d worship at his temple. All day. Every single day.

His mouth has been in as many places as his hands. He knows every scar, just as much as he’s aware of spots, in which kissing you will cause goosebumps to electrify, sparking themselves known across your skin, or where his fingers will cause that high pitched whine to come from between your lips. You can’t really fathom that it’s been happening, especially for how long. There’s been no talk of labels, what anything means, it’s just been two friends crossing a line and fucking one another on it. You don’t know what you would’ve done, had it not been for Steve-the-hair-Harrington, King Steve, your extra heartbeat, your best-friend, your everything.

And that’s what led you to your current predicament, your planned leap of faith. Wrapped in a maroon colored mini gift bag, you had placed the packet. Steve arrived not long after, movies and pizza balanced in his massive hands, keys dangling from the middle finger of his left hand, a cheesy grin pressing into that beautiful mouth. “Hey, honey,” he had said. “Really missed you today, you know that?”

You’d taken in his appearance of dark Levi’s and a black belt, his signature Nike’s, and a low dipped white v-neck that he’d thrown a plain blue button over, leaving it open, his gold chain visible, nestled in that patch of chest hair. Salivating more at him than the food, it took you a second to help him inside.

You ate in avid chatter, watched one of the lamest, but most comforting horror films Steve could find on the shelves (that no one rented but he knew you’d appreciate), whilst being tucked beneath his bicep, warmed at his side. That’s when you’d retrieved the gift off your coffee table, his palm rubbing circles across your spine, kneading tension until you returned to your position. You handed him the bag and his bushy brows had pinched together, an adorable confusion clear. “For me? What did I do?”

“Just open it, Harrington. Before my nerves make me take it back.”

He cradled the parcel protectively, a pout forming as his watch strapped wrist dips inside. “No way, no how. Nope, not now.”

“Steve…” you laughed lightly, suddenly swallowing as he pulled the packet out, trying to make sense of the name.

“Contraceptive? I don’t… Isn’t this birth control?” He shook the packet before planting it in his massive palm.

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, choking you like a vice, preventing you from answering in a full sentence.

“Yeah.”

“So, it’s yours? Why did you wrap it up and give it to me?”

“There’s a few missing already, Steve. I just wanted to get used to them before… Before I told you.”

“Told me, what?” He still looked puzzled, seeking out where you’d opened the package and taken a few tablets.

“That I just wanna use these from now on. Nothing else. If you, if that’s okay with you...?” You had felt the sharp claws of the butterflies, threatening to demolish your remaining courage. But this was Steve, you needed to remember that.

It took him a few moments, but then his pupils expanded within the enriching mossy flecks of his irises, at a rapid pace. His tongue licked at the five o’clock shadow above his upper lip. His voice, you’ll never forget how it sounded. Honey-hot and hoarse, raspy with bitten want, raw fucking desire. You’d clenched your thighs together, tongue eager to lick him… every-fucking-where — the burn of it felt on the muscle’s tip.

“Isn’t that something you do with a boyfriend, though? Not casual sex with a good friend, one of your best-friends?”

And you nod, vision swimming with shapes. Had you messed up? Fuck it. “It is.” Is what you’d responded with, taking the packet from him and tossing it with the bag back onto the table. The movie was rolling credits in the background and you were watching Steve’s dotted jugular as he swallowed, showcasing those tendons, all the way up to that stubble bitten jawline, dotted with freckles and moles.

“And who is your boyfriend, honey?” He had to hear you say it. If it’s what he thought it was, or you’d simply break his heart and move on to this guy. Could he really believe in a good thing again?

You leapt off that faithful precipice, years and feelings following, eyes locking, gaze unrelenting. “I was hoping it would be you.”

He was obviously choked up, orbs alight with mirth and excitement, among other things. “Funny that you mention that, because I’ve been hoping for the exact same thing.”And he’d fallen into your arms, seizing you with a kiss, noses nudging, tongues eager and messy. Clothes couldn’t come off fast enough.

The king sized condom lays unopened on your plush blush rug. Having fallen out of Steve’s wallet, that had also tumbled from his jean pocket in haste. Everything was out of control in the best possible way. You could’ve sworn you died a few minutes prior and came back as immortal — able to see through particles that floated on the air, hear cars, horns, music from houses all across town, smell the leaves that clung to the trees, damp with rain water and Autumn air. Your eyes roll back, perspiration damp behind the backs of your knees, where he’s got his current pinching grip, the fat of your thighs pressed into your tits, squishing them.

You realize in the moment, that you truly loathe condoms. Because this? Feeling that wet pre-cum smear down his shaft and around your opening as he pushed himself into you without a barrier for the first time, it was an indescribable experience. Each ridge, every vein, so hot, soft, and fucking, soaking wet. You aren’t sure where he ends and you begin. It hurts like hell, aches in the deepest parts of you, a place you know that he could easily put a child if you slipped up on your only remaining protection.

That thought makes you tighten around him, cream spilling out and further slicking back the curls gathered at his base. He drops your thighs, sweat-slick pelvis smashing into yours, stimulating your swollen clit. His chest hair scrapes against your pebbled nipples, making you arch your back and your toes curl, legs locking around his lower waist. He whines, palm coming up to grasp at your breast, calloused thumb strumming around your areola. “God, honey, your fucking nipples were made for my mouth to suck on.”

And he’s descending, his lips closing over one, tongue flicking and stimulating. You cry out, hand fisting into his honey streaked, chestnut locks. His shoulders work and bend, the dips and freckles and moles visible, glittering with the salt of sweat, his gold chain swaying out from his hairy chest and back again when he stops, nose bumping yours, hot breath on your mouth. “This pussy was made for my cock.”

And holy hell, his vocalizing focus doesn’t cease. “Who took your virginity, honey?” You both know it wasn’t him. But you are well aware what he’s getting at, and as he gives a harsh snap, those full and fat balls smacking your slick ass, you lose further coherency. “That’s right,” he’s speaking again. “They don’t matter, but I do.”

You weren’t aware that you could make the noises that you are. Only able to speak once Steve’s tugging himself and pulling out, stringing from your cunt to his shaft, a squelch echoing. You both groan, emptiness already jumpstarted. You plead for him. “Please, Stevie, need you! Put it back in —“

“Say it, say you’re just a hole for me to fill. That you’re only mine, baby.”

“I… Fuck! Stevie, all my holes are only yours, I’m only yours!”

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, before his jaw drops open and he whimpers. His hand leaves your breast and slides across your sternum, your collarbone, and settles at your neck. You nod to encourage, and those defined digits wrap around your throat.

“Tell me you love these big hands, sweetheart. Because they’re for you. They belong to you!”

“Want them all over me, Steve. All the time. Can’t get enough of you.”

He’s holding firm to his cock, stroking and teasing. You lick your lips as you stare at it, drooling. Reaching down, you tap his wrist (his arm, all muscles and tendons, thick and available to trace with your tongue), as he presses the thick red head into your clit, smearing the combination of you two all around. You mewl in appreciation, legs stretching so far apart that your muscles protest. He’s speaking next, panting out, “Like that? Hey, look at me. He grabs your chin, thumb tugging down your bottom lip. “Like. That?”

Your lip releases with a plop.

“Yes, yes! Don’t stop, Steve, never wanna not feel you again, baby boy!”

“That’s a good girl, that’s my girl.” He circles your sore opening and slips back inside with a loud, wet ease. You bite back the burning pain, welcoming the damp tears of pleasure along your lashes.

Your manicured nails cling to his back, his chest gliding along yours, heartbeat to hammering heartbeat. It’s frantic whispers and begging cries. And when he’s close to coming, you find his cheek with one hand, holding. “For the record, you’ve never been casual to me, Steve Harrington.”

// Eat me paragraph //

[ang3l0fthursday]

“Take care of me?”

sub!matt sturniolo x Fem!reader

part 2

warnings: smut | no actual p in v | fem!receiving oral | dry humping?| face riding| sub matt x soft dom reader | not edited !!!

matt is blue

reader is pink

word count: 1k

author notes: please let me know if i missed anything + i’m new to this! i welcome any feedback as long as you’re not mean about it!

i open my eyes, the sunset gleaming just right through matt’s bedroom window. i stretch my arms out, accidentally bumping my knuckles on the bed frame, right after i hear my hands hit the bed frame i here shuffling outside the door before it opens, revealing my boyfriend matt, he was wearing sweatpants, a black t shirt and his hair was tousled from filming whatever it was him and his brothers had gone and recorded.

“hi ma, did i wake you?”

“no baby you didn’t just- just coincidental timing i guess” i say while letting out a yawn.

matt turns towards his desk, throwing off his shirt. As he does so i admire the way his arms and shoulders move

god he looks so good.

“what’d you do while i was gone mama?”

matt walks towards the bed, pressing his knee down onto the mattress and making his way over to me, laying his cheek down on my stomach, his hand going to trace shapes on my hip.

“not a lot. i fell asleep about thirty minutes after you guys left”

my hands card through his soft brown hair

before speaking again. “come here baby”

matt made his way up to me, looking down slightly from the angle he layed at. my hands immediately grabbed his face, bringing his face down too me. his lips met mine.his beautifully soft lips.

matt moaned into the kiss, i felt him harden against my thigh.

i pushed him up by his shoulders.

“matty do you think- uhm. that you can just take care of me tonight ?”

he smiled, “ofcourse.”

he pecked me one last time before slowly undressing me, starting with my sweatpants, slowly moving them down my legs while looking up at me. Next he went for my shirt.

i heard his breath hitch when he saw i wasn’t wearing a bra

“god you’re so pretty”

i giggled before he removed my panties and flipped us over.

“matt?”

“i wanna try something new tonight is that okay?”

“okay” i smile at him

“tell me to stop and i will okay?” he pecked my lips before laying down

i gave him a confused expression, then he started moving me up to hover above his face.

oh.

he looked up at me to look for anything sign of a no

i simply smiled, as did he when he saw my response to his worries

his hands wrapped around my thighs, bringing me just above his mouth, i felt his hot breath against my core

holy fuck.

his toungue managed its way to my clit. swirling in shapes i couldn’t identify

“fuck- matt oh my god”

he hummed in response, the vibrations traveling straight through me.

i moaned, moving to rest forward on the bed frame

i tried so hard to conceal my moans so neither chris or nick would hear but it was so hard with the way matts toungue traveled through my folds.

all of the sudden i was hit with a new sensation, matt’s toungue slipped inside of me at the same time his fingers fumbled with my clit.

“fuck! matt- oh my god! fuck that feels so good- d-don’t stop!”

he hummed again, his vacant hand moved behind me

i slightly peeked back to see he was massaging the tent in his pants

“fuck matty you can’t even focus on just me can you?”

he removed himself slightly, his fingers still making circles on my clit, to say “i’m sorry mama i can’t help it sometimes. you’re just so beautiful”

as he reattached himself i felt everything grow tighter. his toungue moved faster inside and on my clit. everything started to feel like it was coming together inside of me. the knot in my lower tummy slowly coming undone

“holy shit matt- i’m gonna- fuck!”

before i could finish my sentence my orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami.

my hips started rocking back and forth, riding myself through my high.

as i felt my orgasm slowing down, i also felt matt start to slow down

“one more baby, one more can you do that for me?”

“of course mama” he beamed that beautiful smile of his up at me before licking a stripe through my folds,my jaw going slack and my eyebrows knitting together

“holy shit matt!”

the though of nick or chris’s hearing me had completely slipped my mind at the moment. it only felt like me and matt existed.

i already felt my second orgasm approaching when all of the sudden matt grunted before flipped us over, my ass landing on the pile of pillows i had earlier napped on and my back pressing against the bed frame

“holy shit!” my left hand carding through his soft hair, gripping only slightly. i don’t wanna hurt my boy of course.

my right hand made its way behind me to grip the bed frame.

i noticed matt’s hips starting to thrust down onto the mattress, faster and faster

at the sight of that the cord in my stomach suddenly snapped, my hips thrusting back and forth to once again. matt helped my ride out my orgasm flicking my clit with his tongue

he pulled his mouth off of me to let out a loud moan, his hips moving up and down on the bed, he gripped at my hips, i pulled him up to rest his head on my chest.

“fuck- fuck fuck ! oh my god!! can i cum mama please?” he looked up at me through his lashes.

how could i ever say no to that?

“ofcourse my sweet boy.”

his face was pressing into my chest, his jaw going slack and his hips stuttered as he wimpered my name.

“fuck! please oh my god!” he panted before slipping his arms under me and he held me tight while working himself through his orgasm

i expected him to stop but he kept going.

“baby don’t overstimulate yourself”

“mmm- fuck!” he thrusted one last time and stopped. he panted against my breasts

“fuck i better go get cleaned up.” he spoke after calming down

“on second thought matty how about i take care of you too.”

[controld3vil]

costume mishaps

pairing(s): dune 2 cast x actor!reader (platonic!)

synopsis: requested by this ask, & 2!!

⤷ alt: costume mishaps happen all the time.

notes: when i saw the film, i just knew they were going be awarded best costume. LIKE princess irulan dressed up to be taken hostage. also actor!reader is referenced to have hair long enough to be braided. also this might be the last installment i do for the dune cast, i apologize but it's been slowly fallin off for me. but if i get motivated, ill be so sure writing more :)

Only recently film channels have released behind-the-scenes footage of Dune: Part Two. One of which went in depth about each important character.

When it came to your character, Denise Villeneuve placed much emphasis on wanting to find an energetic spirit. Someone who can channel childlike wonder and at the same time, play a menacing and emotional one. And for that, you were chosen and had always appreciated Denny's choice of you.

"Nerre's, they're essential to the House Atreidas. They grew up under their rule, with Paul, and have the mentality of what it means to be loyal to the things you love and hold. And I think," Fondly, Denise murmurs your name with a smile. "They delivered what was needed for the character." Shortcuts of shots of you in the desert exhibited your enthusiasm for the project. You're constantly smiling, at the joy of people's laughter. It was as if you were born to play Nerre, resembling much of their attitude and spirit.

At the end of Villeneuve's talk, it quickly moves to another shot into the desert.

"I can't do this Denny!" From far away, it zooms toward your figure, sitting at the edge of a valley of sand. In costume and everything, the only thing that discerned different was you were missing your headgear. Your locks, loose and free from any shackle you previously had, are long gone. The sunset hits your face directly and only elevates the sad pout on your lips. "Can I please put my hair up?!"

Beside you, the Paul Atreides actor sits with one leg over the other, giggling, holding his fist up to distract himself from your petty endeavor. It was fortunate today that the wind was kind. Yet it bothered you apparently, as you try to readjust strands of your hair away from your face every few seconds. There were faint shouts behind the camera and muffled current, comments that were directed back to you.

"No, it's a part of the scene!" Denise hollers, cupping his hands into a circle. A few familiar faces show up beside the director, amused and chuckling joyfully. The sun would soon be gone and it is a waste of film if you did not comply with the director's order. Yet as the video picks up, you shamelessly and eventually accept your fate, crossing your arms, and glaring at him.

In another, your annoyance grew further. Your persistence towards Denise was undeniably petty and unnecessary. It was another day shoot, with the sun glaring back on the desert lands and everything it lays its eyes on. In particular, you who is braided with loose and intricate braids on your hair. You were even advised, more encouraged to grow your locks out for the film. Which you happily followed and now regret to this day.

"I really want to just," You scoot towards the camera's view so nobody can hear except you and the cameraman. "Yank all of the hair from my scalp! The heat's killing me!"

It switches to a sit down interview of you, slowly diffusing your voice on top of the footage to connect both portions on what you were trying to convey. "Now obviously, I was exaggerating," As you nervously laughed at yourself. You're not sitting in front of the movie poster. You were in casual outing clothes and showed off a relaxed manner, "But Denny did request for me to grow out my hair for the film- not just to show that time has passed but a part of their maturity. It's not extravagant but a small change that gradually will show later on."

Your character did not have a dramatic wardrobe change. More or less, the production team wanted to include small changes to your outfits. In the first film, you were dressed in a simple Fremen still suit, with not much other than the mask attached to it.

You did not have many options to customize. Everyone's was the same, with few alternations. You were aware for Paul, Timothee adorned a long hooded cape and extra layers of fabric behind his back. Rebecca took a completely different change and discarded the Fremen attire altogether. In the sequel, she had to wear multiple layers covering her body to represent the Reverend Mother of the Fremen people.

"Just one change, that's all I'm asking!" You recited a previous conversation you had with the director. Another Dune behind-the-scenes documentary, it showcased the intricate works of the costume designers. A beautiful work of art. Every single piece of fabric was handmade and crafted. And of course, you who couldn't help but praise their efforts and reminisce the the first time you wore the still suit again before shooting.

"I remember desperately wanting a cool cape or something. And in the end, I got what I wanted!"

A cool compilation showed you running around in the Fremen attire for the first few shoots of Dune's sequel Sometimes you run off into the distance with your cape, flying behind your back. Or the times when you flipped it over your head for extra protection. Even on other occasions where you are the one fanning your cloak for your costars like Florence Pugh or Rebecca Ferguson.

"Yes, they were happy when we gave them a cape," One of the costume designers who specialized in Fremen wear said in a quick interview. She spoke of you with hearted tenderness as like many of the other designers appreciated your participation with Denise on what to change. "We also thought it would be cool to add a few chains and charms- if you see around their waist area to show how long they've been living in the desert. Things you pick up like scrap metal or maybe materials they had from their home planet that bring homage to them. We thought it would be a cool idea for Nerre, in their time, they would be scavenging for things to bring back home."

Although the most well-known shot of you was with your well-acquainted costume. Timothee and you were walking side by side in between a long valley. It was a thin canyon, built upon tall feet of rocks and dusk. The camera crew and others were careful to walk the ancient monuments. All of the Fremen extras were following behind last. In the scene together, you and Timothee were discussing plans while striding through the rocky corridor. Josh Brolin was at the side to your right and Zendaya was on Timothee's left.

But what the documentary picks up on is what happened after the scene. Right after the scene, captures the two of your mischievous and harmless banter. All of the extras and film crew scurried out of view. Zendaya can be seen sitting by a nearby ledge.

It captures you, jumping in pace to wake yourself up. Or maybe because your feet were asleep. Eventually, the French actor joins you, following the rhythm of your jumping. It's comical how casual random occurrences happen around you and your younger cast mates. To the average person on set, it was the norm to see you and Timothee replicate childish acts.

Viewers can pick up a muffled conversation as the two of you continue to bounce in unison. "You tired?"

"I feel numb!" You quicked your pace slowly and your costar continued to stare at your movements to follow. With the additional shade the canyon provided, the heat wasn't an issue but the humidity was. Zendaya who was resting behind gave you an encouraging laugh when you began to spin and jump clockwise.

Eventually, you and Timothee went back and forth to copying each other. It led to a game of tag, which dispersed people into making a circle in the middle of the road for you to play. At some point, Timothee managed to grab onto your hooded cloak which halts you backwards. Thus it was an infamous funny blooper viewers can seen reposted over thousands of times.

With him holding your cape, and slowly going under as if performing a dance.

Even when asked about that particular clip on the carpet, you both only shared dotting reminisce and giggles.

"He almost made me fall when he grabbed my cape," You huffed, pointing at the said perpetrator while the interviewer, holding the microphone looked his way accusingly. Timothee doesn't deny your claims as he blatantly grins, happily on the special moment.

"Wow!"

"I mean, I think I won that tag game but sure," The brunette sarcastically directs his eyes toward the veil behind your back that replicated the cloak cape you wore in the movie. "You could've gotten hurt."

"Yes, because you were about to rip that thing off my neck!" You emphasized greatly into the microphone which had the interviewer throw out a chuckle. Timothee breaks as well but regains his posture before glancing at anyone behind who wants to defend him.

"I think a rematch would be in order," They added, earning hums from you, only fueling your competitive drive.

"Obviously!"

"You wanna go right now?" Timothee speaks up, emitting false confidence as he puffs up his chest. You do the same, despite knowing you are at a disadvantage for not wearing a flexible outfit to run in.

"Yeah if you're game!" You shouted back, cracking your knuckles as a few paparazzi snapped photos of your hilarious rivalry. Within seconds, he taps your shoulder before running off in the opposite direction. It leaves you off, gawking in surprise before chasing him down the carpet, struggling as you run past your other cast members and cameras.

By the end of the night, the two of you were in a tie. You won, in revelation to everyone's surprise as a picture was posted online of you posing with rock and roll peace signs and Timothee holding up the veil that was attached to your outfit, replicating the previous video.

"I have a question,"

This was the BuzzFeed UK interview. For all the five younger cast members to sit down and talk with one another. Really more of a natural and informal discussion that didn't need to pertain to obvious questions about the film. Everyone sat in comfortable sofa chairs of their own, each receiving their own microphone.

It was Florence who spoke, directly eyeing Austin Butler to your left side. Your eyes followed her insulated question, but your mind was unbothered. Your fingers unconsciously fiddled and scratched the mic as your blonde costar asked, "Your bald cap, at what point in the day were you like God I can't wait to get it off!"

Your stoic expression broke into a warm smile, remembering all the times you've seen Austin in his Feyd costume. "It's a good question."

"When did it get uncomfortable and sticky?"

"After lunch?"

"Yeah yeah I mean it kind of got to a point where I did- I would forget, it just feels like it's a part of you and I was focused on so many other things, but it's usually when it got really hot," The Princess Irulan's actress mumbles in agreement, "Particularly the arena scene cause I'm outside in the sun and it's 110 degrees and that's on your head. I just would- want to cut the damn thing off."

It earns honest chuckles from Florence and Zendaya who both agreed. A few seconds later, it cuts to you with a knowing smile before speaking up into the microphone, "At least you didn't have to deal with all of your hair- and mess," Additional hums from the others joined as Austin chokes out a laugh, before taking a second glance at you.

"I mean yeah- there are a few positives to wearing a cap," He shrugs his shoulders, knowing how you'd react to his casual response meant to be teasing.

"What was your experience like?" Florence turns the question towards you. She states your name accordingly as if seriously questioning you. Your head turns and you give her a look before answering.

"Madness," Only to be returned with huffs and pants, mostly coming from Zendaya who knew well of your petty endeavors with your hair and makeup. "I wouldn't say it was worse or better but god, the extreme heat from the desert really sold me cutting my hair short." From your side, Austin squints his eyes, unable to take your sarcasm seriously. While you can see Timothee on the far side of the group, humorlessly shaking his head as you try to reaffirm yourself.

"I think out of everyone, you take the most with hair and makeup beside Austin," The mixed actress addressed, clasping her hands together with the microphone in-between. Florence hums and you nod your head far too quickly, only to be caught by your French costar.

He calls out your name, "You take like forever in the chair, what's up with that?" Suddenly you feel the air change as you give an accused look, trying to play innocent.

"Some people take their time longer in the chair okay," You huffed and puffed as you glanced around the room. Luckily Austin decided to help on your side, empathizing with how long it takes for him to prepare in the chair.

"Both of us gotta take care of our hair you know," He adds, quickly lowering his microphone which leads a twinkle in your eyes as you gleam adoringly at him.

"Yes exactly!"

"Wow really?"

"Okay but the bald cap requires much more time and precision. You're just taking a long time and can't sit still," Florence buts in, moving closer to the edge of her seat.

You gawk at her, grasping the nonexistent pearls on your chest as you can discern Timothee and Zendaya's laughter. "Where did all of this hostility come from?"

"You know what? Ever since you broke my headpiece!" There were gasps and your blonde costar only looked at you, with a cold funny stare. Your jaw drops, knowing it was the few incidents you wanted to erase from your memory.

"Did you really break her headpiece?" Timothee sighs at you in disappointment. He gives you a fake frown before you turn to the camera, looking at the audience, unbelievable how the tables quickly turned.

"The tea!"

"First it was minor, only a few of the shards dropped." You raised your index finger, then cast eye contact with each person, "And not to mention, Florence, you let me touch it!" This time, it was Zendaya who gasped in astonishment, looking back and forth.

"I guess this was how the holy war started," Timothee speaks indistinctly, cupping one of his hands on the mic. Only to be heard of your exclamations in bewilderment.

[cool-fancier]

A Digital Dance of Hearts

Synopsis: In a fascinating Instagram Live, you and Bada intrigued fans with warmth and sincerity through humorous banter, passionate interactions, and true love.

Word count: 3k

In an array of your shared history with Bada, 2021 represented a significant chapter—a year that saw a silent dance transformed into a musical symphony of love.

Your paths had crossed in the most unexpected of ways, a collision of worlds within Seoul's thriving dance scene. Bada had been a source amidst the sea of dancers, a power that caught your attention from the first interaction.

The relationship between you and Bada was created  during a dance showcase, an event filled with the energy of skill and creativity. She danced with a grace that appeared to defy gravity, her movements  creating a story of passion and emotion that spoke to the audience.

After the show, among the abundance of praise and honours, fate drew you both into each other's circle.  A conversation began, a meeting of minds that extended beyond the realm of dance moves and choreography.

Days passed into evenings, spent in the quiet corners of small cafes and on Seoul's bustling streets. Laughter became the soundtrack to your conversations, and the unspoken connection grew into a common understanding that extended beyond the dance floor.

The turning point arrived during a quiet evening stroll through the city park—a symphony of crickets accompanying your footsteps. Bada glanced to you with a vulnerability that connected with the silent wishes racing within your own heart, her eyes mirroring the glittering city lights.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you," she began, her voice a gentle melody in the peaceful  atmosphere.

You stopped, the suspense evident in your stare as you encouraged her to continue.

"I feel something special between us, something beyond the dance studio," she admitted, her earnestness like a lighthouse in the dark. "I'd like to look into it further." Would you... be open to that?"

The question hovered in the air, tinged with hope and fear.  Yet, your heart whispered a resounding 'yes' before your lips formed the words, sealing an unspoken agreement to embark on a journey of love and discovery together.

And so, in the glow of city lights, amidst the symphony of crickets, you and Bada began on a romance that grew with each shared moment and every whispered confession.

Fast ahead through the seasons, and your relationship with Bada became stronger—a tapestry of shared dreams, worthwhile conversations, and stolen moments amidst the bustling cityscape.

As the year progressed, the world around you changed, but your relationship remained a constant refuge—a safe haven for both love and creation.

It was a peaceful evening, with the lovely hues of sunset painting the sky, when an unexpected decision was made. You and Bada found yourselves on the rooftop of your favorite spot in the city—a secluded haven that overlooked the twinkling skyline.

The mood was ethereal, with the city's symphony humming distantly against the backdrop of a sunset-kissed sky. Bada's laughter, carried by the breeze, echoed like a mellifluous melody as she turned to you with a playful twinkle in her eyes.

"This feels like one of those movie moments, doesn't it?" Her voice was full of affection and love, she remarked.

You chuckled, the situation being suggestive of a romantic film scene. "Yes, it does. But it's even better because it's true."

The lighthearted banter gave way to a peaceful silence, the air thick with unspoken feelings. Bada's eyes, shimmering like orbs reflecting the dying sunshine, expressed volumes—a subtle invitation to embrace the unsaid feelings whirling between you.

Without words, she closed the distance between you, her gaze a gentle caress against your skin. As she held your face in her hands, the world appeared to stop, a subtle comfort in the delicate touch of her thumb against your cheek.

Lips met in a lovely, secure kiss amid the golden colours of a sunset-kissed sky—a union that echoed the symphony of feelings that had bloomed between you. It was a treasured moment, a beautiful dance of affection and longing sealed with the tenderness of a shared bond.

The city below continued its lovely hum, oblivious to the private scene happening on the rooftop sanctuary. Bada's sensitive touch, the softness of her lips on yours, spoke volumes about the love that bloomed in the quiet moments you spent.

Finally, as the kiss gently drew to a close, you and Bada remained in the embrace of the sunset's glow—a silent understanding lingering in the air, a promise of a love that continued to bloom with every passing moment.

— — — — — — —

Bada was the dancer who captured viewers with her beauty and grace, especially after her awe-inspiring journey on "Street Woman Fighter," a revolutionary experience that launched her into the spotlight.

Your relationship with Bada had been a hidden gem in the tale of her journey to popularity.  Bada's rise had been nothing short of meteoric since her Street Woman Fighter days. Her grace, talent, and presence on the dance floor captivated people and earned her a cult of devoted followers who eagerly awaited every move she made, both on and off the stage.

Though fans were aware of your relationship with Bada through shared dancing videos and subtle indications on social media, it remained a matter of intrigue and interest. Fans yearned to see your worlds collide—the shared laughter, gentle glances, and love that formed the canvas of your relationship.

In response to the never-ending questions and outpourings of affection, the decision was taken to hold a joint Instagram Live session that would offer a glimpse into Bada the dancer's connected life as well as the hidden story of her love—of your love story.

You and Bada prepared for the live session with your hearts racing. Your apartment's cosy environment became the setting for this digital rendezvous—a venue that witnessed both the burning passion of dance and the emotional moments exchanged between the two of you.

"Okay, are we ready for this?" Bada asked, her eyes twinkling with enthusiasm and a hint of fear.

You smiled, feeling a rush of love for her. "Absolutely! We've got this. Just be yourself, and everything will flow naturally."

Bada took a seat near you with a nod of agreement, the anticipation evident in the air. The screen filled with hearts and a rush of greetings from excited fans joining the stream as the 'Go Live' button was hit.

"Hey, everyone!" You greeted, your voice full of passion and love. "We're so thrilled to be here with you all today."

Bada chimed in, her unique charm shining through. "Hello, everyone!" This is something we've been looking forward to. Let's having a good time!"

The comment section erupted with a colorful array of emojis and messages, fans expressing their excitement at the prospect of spending time with you and Bada.

@DanceDreamers: Ahh, finally! So excited for this live session! 🌟

@BadaLoversClub: You both look amazing! Can't wait to hear your stories! 🥰

The questions started flowing in, each one containing the fans' interest and adoration—a monument to the influence the two of you had on their lives. You and Bada shared stories from your dance adventure, memories from the early days when your relationship developed among shared steps and synchronised moves.

As the talk progressed, you and Bada found yourselves in your own little realm, where witty banter, shared looks, and unsaid gestures built an image of your love for one other.

Lost in a playful back-and-forth about the best dance moves, you and Bada exchanged teasing remarks, chuckling at each other's antics. The comments section mirrored the audience's delight, cooing at the natural chemistry you both exuded.

@DanceMagic: Stop being so cute, my heart can't take it! 😭❤️

@BadaisBaby: Look at how big of a baby Bada is when she's with you! 😂👶

Occasionally, amidst the laughter and anecdotes, you and Bada would share a glance that spoke volumes—a silent language of love that needed no words.

Then, a fan's question caught your attention, causing a wave of nostalgia to wash over you.

@NostalgiaDreams: How did your first date go? Please share!

Your eyes met Bada's, a silent agreement to recount the memory that had etched itself into the tapestry of your relationship. You began to remember about that amazing day with a pleasant smile—a stroll through the city streets, impromptu dancing sessions in parks, and a shared dinner at an enticing café.

Bada's eyes shone with affection as you told the story, her laughter ringing across the room as she offered her own fun commentary to the tale.

The comment section transformed into a cascade of heart emojis and exclamations, fans expressing admiration for the story that felt like a scene from a romantic movie.

@RomanticSouls: This is the definition of a perfect date! 🌹✨"l

@LoveIsInTheAir: Can you two be any more adorable? I'm in tears! 😭💖

Moments of tenderness intertwined with playful banter, creating a beautiful symphony of love and camaraderie. There were instances where you and Bada, engrossed in your own conversation, momentarily forgot the live aspect of the stream—a testament to the comfort and familiarity you shared.

The comments overflowed with observations of your interactions.

@AdorableCouples: Are they even aware they're live? They're lost in their own world! 🥺💕

@SoftLoveVibes: Look at how they look at each other! My heart can't handle it! 😍❤️

The live session had already been a mix of playful banter and heartfelt exchanges, but there was always room for more interactions and conversations. You and Bada settled back, eager to engage with the fans and each other in a more personal manner.

A question popped up in the comments section, catching your eye.

@DanceEnthusiastforY/N: What's the most memorable dance routine you've performed together?

You glanced at Bada, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Oh, that's a tough one! Remember that performance at the charity event last year?"

Bada's eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh, yeah! That was incredible. The energy in the room was electric, and dancing with you felt like pure magic."

Fans flooded the comments with emojis and excited exclamations, expressing their excitement to hear more about the memorable performance.

@DanceLoversUnite: Tell us more! What made it so special?

Bada chuckled, reminiscing about the event. "Well, it was for a cause we both deeply care about, and the routine was a fusion of different styles. But the best part was dancing side by side with you. We were in perfect sync that day."

You nodded in agreement. "Definitely. It was one of those moments where everything just clicked, and the emotions poured into every movement."

The fans' reactions flooded in, their comments brimming with admiration for the connection you shared both on and off the dance floor.

As the conversation flowed seamlessly from one topic to another, there were moments of candidness between you and Bada—moments where the live session seemed to capture genuine snippets of your everyday interactions.

Bada leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, remember the time you tried to teach me that intricate salsa move and I ended up stepping on your toes?"

You chuckled, the memory causing a playful twinkle in your eye. "How could I forget? It was a dance lesson turned into a comedy sketch!"

Fans chimed in with comments of their own, reminiscing about your shared dance moments and expressing their adoration for the playful camaraderie between you and Bada.

@DanceLover_23: You two are hilarious together! 😂❤️

@SalsaSquad: Even stepping on toes, you're still a perfect match! 🕺💃

In the midst of the playful banter, there were moments of tenderness—a glance shared between you and Bada that spoke volumes, a touch that lingered for an extra second, unnoticed by the rest but carrying an unspoken promise of affection.

Then, a question surfaced, shifting the tone to a more personal note.

@SoftHeartY/NBada: What's the one thing you admire the most about each other?

Your gaze softened as you turned to her. "You first."

She took a moment, your eyes reflecting genuine admiration. "I admire your strength, Y/N. Not just as a dancer, but as a person. Your resilience, your dedication to your craft, and your unwavering support for those you care about—it's truly inspiring."

Your cheeks tinted with a subtle blush, a soft smile gracing her features. "Thank you, love. That means a lot."

Encouraged by the heartfelt exchange, Bada returned the question. "And for me?"

You didn't hesitate. "Your passion, Bada. Your passion for dance, for life—it's infectious. The way you pour your heart into everything you do, it's something I've always admired."

The comments section filled with an outpouring of admiration and heart emojis, fans expressing their appreciation for the genuine affection shared between you and Bada.

@PassionUnleashed: My heart can't handle this! 😭❤️

@LoveAndDance: You two are goals! 🌟💕

The questions from fans ranged from dance-related inquiries to personal reflections, and the comment section buzzed with excitement as you and Bada delved deeper into your shared world.

A particularly endearing question popped up, catching both your attention.

@Soft4Love4Vibes: Fans often say Bada becomes a total baby when she's with you. Is that true? How do you guys balance the leader mode with Bebe and the adorable Bada we see with you?

You chuckled at the question, a knowing glance exchanged between you and Bada. "Ah, the infamous leader mode versus baby Bada. Care to explain, love?"

Bada grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you see, with Bebe and the crew, I'm in full-on leader mode. It's all about coordinating, planning, and making sure everything runs smoothly. But when I'm with you, it's a different story. I get to drop the tough act and just be myself—a bit of a baby, as they say."

Fans flooded the comments section with playful remarks, expressing their affection for the duality they observed in Bada's personality.

@BabyBada: Bada, you're such a softie! 🍼💖

@LeadershipGoalsBebe: We love both leader Bada and baby Bada! 🌟👶

Bada, embracing the playful banter, continued, "I mean, who wouldn't want to be a bit of a baby when they're with someone as amazing, right?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the comment section filling with emojis of laughter and hearts.

@AdorableCouple: Can we just talk about how cute they are together? I'm melting! 😭❤️

As the conversation meandered through various topics, fans got a glimpse into the playful dynamics between you and Bada. There were moments where Bada couldn't resist stealing a glance at you, a subtle smile playing on her lips—a stark contrast to the leader mode she often embodied with Bebe and the crew.

A fan asked, @LoveGazing: What's your favorite inside joke or nickname you have for each other?

You shared a conspiratorial look with Bada before responding. "Well, we have this inside joke about Bada's 'secret talent'—her uncanny ability to quote almost any K-drama line on command."

Bada chuckled, shaking her head in mock embarrassment. "It's true. I might have a slight addiction to K-dramas, and now I've got a walking encyclopedia over here as a witness."

The fans, in on the joke, flooded the comments with laughter and playful emojis.

@DramaQueenBada: Guilty as charged! 😂🎬

As the Instagram Live session continued, there were moments where the two of you became lost in your own world, a shared glance turning into a cascade of laughter that seemed to momentarily forget the virtual audience.

@DreamyDuet: Are they even aware they're live? They're like in their own romantic bubble! 😍🌈

@LoveStruck: My heart! This is like a scene from a rom-com! ❤️✨

The playful banter and affectionate glances continued, each moment drawing fans deeper into the genuine connection you and Bada shared.

Then, a question sparked a more contemplative tone.

@SoulfulDance: What's the biggest lesson you've learned from each other, whether it's about dance or life in general?

Bada turned to you, her expression thoughtful. "You first, lovey."

You took a moment, reflecting on the profound lessons intertwined with your shared journey. "From Bada, I've learned the beauty of perseverance. Her dedication to her craft, the way she approaches challenges—it's incredibly inspiring. She taught me that passion, coupled with hard work, can create something truly extraordinary."

Bada's eyes softened, a genuine smile gracing her features. "And you've taught me the importance of balance. Life isn't just about dance and work; it's about finding joy in the simple moments, in shared laughter, and in building a life together. You've brought so much warmth and balance into my world."

The comment section transformed into a digital applause, fans expressing admiration for the wisdom and love shared between you and Bada.

@InspiringCouple: This is relationship goals right here! 🌟👩‍❤️‍👩

@WisdomInLove: Learning from each other—now that's the epitome of a healthy relationship! ❤️🙌"

As the Instagram Live session approached its conclusion, a sense of warmth and gratitude lingered in the digital space—a collective appreciation for the genuine moments, the laughter, and the glimpses into the beautiful love story you and Bada shared.

"Thank you all for joining us today!" you expressed, your voice carrying a blend of gratitude and genuine warmth. "This has been an incredible experience, and we can't wait to do it again. Your love means the world to us."

The screen filled with hearts and farewell messages, a digital send-off that echoed even after the live session ended. As the virtual space quietened, you and Bada shared a moment of quiet contentment, a reflection of the beautiful connection you shared—a connection that thrived in the midst of adoring fans, playful banter, and the warmth of a love that danced to the rhythm of its own melody.

Amidst the digital celebration of your relationship, you and Bada found solace in the comfort of each other's presence—a reminder of the beautiful connection that blossomed amidst the rhythms of dance and the whispers of shared dreams.

As the live session drew to a close, a collective sense of gratitude lingered—a mutual appreciation for the unwavering support and the chance to share a snippet of your world with the fans.

[dawnoftime22]

for the loss of my life.

| W.M -> N.R

Undeserving of a Love Like Yours, Chapter 11

Chapter Warnings: One swear word, overthinking.

Summary: Making yourself at home with someone else's heart but holding no communications of the love clear between you two, has a chance for consequences to happen. What will the outcome be if you speak up about it?

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 3.3k

Category: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

A/N: I hope you're all taking care of yourselves <3

Series Playlist

| Started on 07/05/2024, 2:02 PM |

| Finished on 11/05/2024, 10:53 PM |

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

<- Chapter 10 Final Chapter ->

"Run yourself in a circle, bury yourself a deeper hole, but it won't end unless you stop and take control."

Started with a kiss, oh, we must stop meeting like this!

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It was an early day at Nat's place. You were hanging out in her room, taking a look through physical photos she's taken that had been retrieved from a dusty box, sitting under her bed, along with some cassettes.

Meanwhile, she was going through the photos on her digital camera and clearing some accidental takes. her lips raises up when sees the photo you had taken of her, the day you first came over to her apartment. She didn't ever delete the picture.

"Hey, you have any batteries?" You ask, gently breaking the comforting quietness that had overcome the two of you. She looks up, taking her gaze off the camera screen.

"Yeah, there should be some in the top drawer." She nods towards her chestdrawer, and you get up, going off to open the top one, inside holding a small pack of batteries.

You grab two, then slide them into the battery slot for the cassette player, making sure it was properly inside before closing it and turning back to her.

Her eyes watch you as you picked up a cassette tape, placing it inside to play it. You already had your headphones on your head and connected to the output.

With some faith and a miracle, the player works after you heard some white noise. You hoped it'll last that way.

Nat tilted her head, and peeks to see the wheels of the player spinning, a clear indication it was working. When you turn up the volume a little, she could hear the music coming out from the old headphones she kept.

Thank everything the dust hadn't gotten into the box. Although there was a dead black spider within it just earlier and you had jumped when you saw it. She took care of it though, after also making sure there wasn't anything else, especially things such as...spider eggs.

You nod your head to the music as you sat back down on the bed, your hand going back through the photos scattered in a pile atop each other and every now and then petting Liho, beside you. It was all indeed scenery, and no portraits, selfies, or even people at all.

A specific one that was a bright glow of a sunset with water reflecting its own beauty had caught your attention, your eyes focused on it before your hand reached out.

"This one's pretty," you said, holding it up before leaning closer to Nat and tilting it to show it to her. She looked at it, and her eyebrows raised.

"Oh, I took that one a while after I saw the orca." She pointed out, and you realize how familiar it did look. The grass below, the rocks just ahead. It was the same spot as the pictures and videos she had showed you before. You guessed she wanted a physical memory of it too.

"There should be a picture of the orca here somewhere, but I think the film got a leak..." She murmured with a tinge of sadness as her hand ruffled through the pictures slightly, some with dates on them and some having nothing.

"I love that you waited for the sunset," you said, still staring at the shot she took in your hand. The sun was a bright orange, nearly similar in color as her hair.

"Well, the view was too pretty not to." She looked at you. You were also too adorable for her to not further fall in love with you as she saw you admiring the photos she took. That's what she thought, but it was never said out loud.

Liho, was laying down and purring between the two of you. She was quiet, and unmoving, too comfortable to do anything else but sit with the two people she liked the most.

When Nat's eyes went down to the pictures closer to your crossed legs, she spots the photo that had the orca, although just barely visible through the orange light leak that covered nearly the entire photo.

"Here it is," she said, her hand carefully taking ahold of it to give to you. You gently grabbed it, rotating it when you realize she gave it to you in the opposite way.

You raised your eyebrows, taking in the picture. It took a few seconds, with some squinting, but you soon see the orca jumping from the water, although small. "I think it looks prettier with the light leak."

She hums, taking another look to the picture in your hand. You smiled softly, and her eyes flickered up to your lips for a small moment before she turns back to her camera.

You notice the way she goes back to her camera, almost as if she was distracting herself, but you hadn't seen the flicker in her eyes. Tilting your head, you check the cassette player for a bit before looking up at her.

"You wanna listen?" You asked with a soft gaze, taking off the headphones on your head and holding it out to her.

She raised an eyebrow, but took it from you, putting it on. "Sure." the music was already flowing through her ears. 'American Pie'. She remembered this album. It was what she had listened to whenever she was alone, in the car peacefully. But it was different with the headphones-- capturing more details she hadn't noticed. Or, maybe, she just hasn't listened to it in a while and had forgotten.

You smiled as you see her involuntarily moving her head to the song, her attention going to inspect the cassette player, either watching the wheels turning or putting the volume up.

Soon after, you finish looking at every photo and get out of bed, deciding to walk towards the bathroom, but was too close to the bed, causing you to accidentally hit your hand against the wooden bedframe, it making a loud sound echo through the room.

"Ow, fuck!" You winced and cursed, grimacing at the pain. Both Nat and Liho looks at you, shocked. You were focused on your stinging hand though, shaking the pain away. It took everything in you to not crumple up like a shrimp to the floor.

"Are you okay?" she asks quickly, her eyes filling with concern. But you nod repetitively, unwilling to admit it still hurt. Your other hand was firmly gripping your wrist, as if it would help.

"I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine!" you say, most probably trying to convince yourself, too. She lets out a small laugh when she sees you wave her off and struggle as you moved to take a step forward.

"Sure you are. Come here." She says quietly, but you still heard her. You purse your lips and your eyes travel to her, but you follow nonetheless, two pair of eyes watching you.

"Which hand?" She asked gently, looking at your hands. You hesitate for a moment, but stepped closer, holding it out.

"Right." She grabs your hand and rubs her thumb on the skin slightly to where you held it, knowing thats where the pain is. She blows a little, as if you would magically take pain away from a child.

"There. Better." She says, and a red tint goes over your face. The redhead cheekily smiles. Just when she was about to pull her hand away from yours, the cat sitting in her lap had been looking at you two the whole time, and it decides to lean up, going up to your hand.

Both you and Nat watch curiously as to what it was doing. Liho's yellow eyes were focused before a paw gently lands on your wrist, her face going closer to lick on your skin, making the pain slowly go away even more. You chuckled, both at getting your skin tickled and the fact the cat tried to help ease the pain.

Then you see Nat's eyes travel to her cassette player, concern growing in her face as she heard some warbly music. She takes off the headphones, feeling uneasy at the sound.

"I think it's breaking." She said, looking at the headphones in her hands that you now heard the messed up music from. Pulling your hand away from the cat's face, your eyebrows furrowed as your attention moved to her.

"Why, what happened?" You check on the cassette player, seeing that it was slowing down or speeding up, changing its pace however much it wants.

Nat stops the player with a click and hands both items back to you. The feel of her skin brushing with yours glided over for a mere second, but you try to focus on the player in your hand. Changing its batteries after taking the tape out, rewinding or fast forwarding a bit. But nothing other than a broken noise.

You sighed softly, knowing you'll need to open it up to check its insides. "It probably needs a new belt..." You murmured, turning around while Nat blinked at you and tilted her head, probably unfamiliar with the workings of a portable player.

"It's what makes the wheels spin. I'll search for one," you explained, then left the player on the chestdrawer to deal with later before storing the tape and sitting down on the bed once more, helping her sort the pictures. Nat nods, leaning closer to show you some things on her digital camera.

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It was one of the many times once again, you were sitting in Natasha's apartment, and it was the beginning of something you were starting to get lost in.

The city bustles. Sounds of car tires, motorcycles revving, a nearby cat somewhere in an alleyway, and most of all, the birds chirping in the skies.

The wind was gentle as it glided against your skin, the chair you were sat in being a wooden one. You should get up from it. It was starting to make your body sore. But you couldn't help but stay, the balcony being peaceful.

Every thought in your head floated on by, with some sticking, being nothing but damaging. You still haven't gotten a belt yet for the cassette player. Kate's been just here and there, keeping a natural presence in your life. You haven't seen Wanda at all since. But your mind questioned if she was still waiting on you, lost too, or had moved on after your rejection.

A sigh leaves your mouth. To put a pause on all of it for however long you'd want would make you be able to relieve your body of any exhaustion it held. But would it really? Perhaps for a moment. Moving forward would have you release the things from before and have the opportunities to experience things in a better way.

And what about Nat...? You've been growing close, closer to going over the line you weren't sure you were ready to cross. And it seems like she wasn't either. The many touches you've shared, the months and months that held the many times you've visited her. And the kiss that you couldn't shake off...were you actually falling in love with her?

You shook your head, not wanting to even think about it. But you should. The longer you leave it be the more it could lead to torment and perhaps worser consequences. Problems don't fix themselves...most of the time.

Suddenly, you feel arms go around your waist, and you take a breath in, gasping softly in surprise, then turning your head to look behind you. The familiar touch was recognized soon enough, but seeing the redhead you cherished dearly makes you relax and lean back into her.

"I'm home." She said, resting her head on your shoulder as she gazed at you from behind, looking adorable. How can you not absolutely fall for this woman? You smiled softly, feeling your heart grow a little lighter, now that you weren't alone.

"Hi," you whispered, your hand gliding to your front to put over hers that was still on your waist. You hesitated on your next words, but the connection you felt with her urged you to. "I missed you."

Her eyes went to yours, but she didn't question it, replying back quietly, "I've missed you, too, любов." There it was again. You weren't imagining things when you had gotten drunk just a few days ago.

Wanda always said things in Russian, such as малыш (baby), but you've never heard of that word. Or maybe it wasn't Russian at all, and you were mixing up languages, but the accent made it lean towards being so.

You were going to ask her what it meant, but she spoke first. "You been okay?" She asks, her hands slipping off your waist as she pulls herself away from you and stood beside your standing figure. You watched her, seeing her gaze off to the view you've been staring off at the past hour.

"Yeah...I..." The words utter from your mouth quietly, then you licked your dry lips, diverting your own gaze. Should you tell her about the encounter you had a few days ago?

There was no harm in it, but your fingers fiddle with your pocket, the jean fabric rough against your skin before you slid your hand in the pockets. A sound of an ambulance siren sounded out distantly from the city, and you wait until it fades further away before talking.

"I saw Wanda a few days ago," You said, within a breath that could be counted as a sigh. At the mention of your ex's name, her eyes flash with surprise for a moment as she looks back to you, but she regains her composure fast enough.

Nat's head goes through her own thoughts, wondering if you meant intentionally or accidentally. Surely, accidentally. Or she hoped so. Why was she hoping so? She didn't know. Maybe simply because she was worried you'd fall into a dark hole, and not because her own heart was aiming for you...surely.

"Anything happen?" She asks, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. The redhead also leaned on the balcony rails beside you, feeling the gentle wind. The sun was falling down, so the skies were colored with gentle hues of orange and purple.

You didn't say anything back for just a few seconds, staying quiet as you were lost in decision, your eyes focused on a space elsewhere that wasn't her own eyes. Her face soften when she notices, and her voice was somehow gentler. "...That you're comfortable of sharing?"

Your lips raise up in the smallest smile for a moment, the swell in your heart obvious due to her thought to care in such a way. But the smile slowly fades as you remembered the memory.

"She wanted to get back together..." You start. Already, Nat raised a brow, a frown on her face. The metal rails of the balcony was cold on your skin when you stepped forward to lean against it.

Your shoulders were tense. When you realized they were, you let them relax and fall down just slightly with a quiet breath. "I didn't want to though." You whispered.

"I just can't get it out of my head." She didn't really know what to say to anything of it, afraid to touch on the sensitive subject. For you, it did some small damage, your head possibly going overboard with its roaming thoughts.

You can tell she had hesitancy to respond, but you didn't mind. Who could ever come up with a reply to that anyway? But Nat was kind, that was for sure. She just has some walls you just can't yet break through. Yet, how caring she's been, and gentle...you almost couldn't help but feel you're not half as decent as her.

You inhaled. "...What if she was just too good for me?" The words were under your breath, your gaze distant as you watch the city lights turning on with the growing darkness of the skies. The shops had a glow to them, almost alluringly.

"What if I don't deserve any of it?" Your hands gently gripped the metal it was against, but it slowly loosened when you feel the cold going too much against your skin. Nat's breath gets caught in her throat at your sentence, and she kept her eyes on you.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her voice gentle as her concern grew. She knew exactly what you meant, but she hoped she just imagined it. You turned to look at her, worry deep in your eyes that had her heart clenching.

"This. You...anything good in my life." Your volume lowered to a slight murmur, your hands going to run down your face when you rested your elbows further on the rails.

"I mean-- I've...done some good things but so...many horrible things." You said slowly, and she analyzed your movements and words. She knows it herself. She's accused herself of such a thing too, having gone through the same thing your mind is going through.

"Y/N." When she says your name with a serious tone, everything stops, as if the world freezes along with your mind, and only she was the living thing beside you. She had put one of her hands on your shoulder nearest to her, making you look at her again.

"You deserve everything. Please, don't think any less." She shook her head lightly, honesty in her eyes. Your heart stutters at her words as you swallowed a lump in your throat.

"She didn't..." she trails off, thinking her words carefully. She was going to say Wanda didn't deserve such a love like yours, but it simply sounded...wrong.

"You deserve a love that makes you happy and...makes your world feel like sunshine or just...takes the weight off your shoulders after a long day." The redhead explained slowly, making sure you were hearing her. Really, she was speaking a description of you. Even if she wasn't trying.

She had gotten home, saw you in her apartment, and any heaviness in her body had lightened, even if just slightly, your presence did a great deal.

Nat took a moment, gathering her words. "And if you're not enough for her, then she's not enough for you," she gently added, but anxiety was creeping in her heart.

You processed her words, your heart surprisingly steady, but that may be the cause of her very own calm presence beside you. At least, on the outside. She was right. The situation of the brunette was basically done and over with. You had to focus on yourself. But now stood the question right next to you.

"...And what are we?" You asked slowly and quietly, looking up at her. Your eyes met her green ones, the ones that look like a forest, but inviting, soft, as if they'd keep you safe.

She searches your pupils, taking a deep breath as her eyebrows furrowed, trying to think it over. Her mouth opened to speak, but she only ended up taking another breath in.

"I don't know." She whispers. Sounds of birds were heard flying over in the distance. She was right there. She was so close. But she couldn't say it. Not yet, not just yet. The light and hope in your eyes dimmed, a breath slowly and quietly exhaling out your lips.

"Well, it's getting late," you said. You weren't really disappointed, more so just...sad. You pushed yourself back from the rails. She saw the words that was coming next, but she almost didn't want to hear it.

"I should...probably get back to my place." You whispered under your breath, turning around to face the entrance of the balcony, where you could see her familiar furnished apartment. She nods.

Steps were taken, shots in the dark had gone, the only thing left was to sit and think. But you were getting bored of doing such a thing. Just as you stepped a single foot inside again, she turns her body calmly.

"Text me," she said suddenly, her eyes hesitantly traveling to yours. You stopped in your tracks and looked at her from over your shoulder, a somber look in your eyes she could just barely make out.

"...When you get back home," she continued, her voice quiet, but it held care. Your shoulders went down. Your home was her, where her heart was. There was something else, but you couldn't quite reach to whatever it was.

"I will." The words left your mouth softly, but it seems no tears had pricked your eyes at all. Maybe it was because you couldn't seem to form any at all anymore, or was it the fact she even cared to know you arrived home safely?

Your steps were quiet as you went out the apartment, Liho meowing softly before you closed the door. You don't want her like a best friend. Or just someone you could love without anything connected. You wanted more.

And you wondered if she thought the same.

end of chapter 11. <3

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"I don't truly deserve a love like yours." W.M

"She doesn't deserve a love like yours." N.R

"What if I...don't deserve anyone's love?" R.

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[bzhitstruth]

About hints and patterns

Throughout the history of GGDD, we have noticed that they sometimes act as messenger birds for each other - one hints at some event, and then it happens to other. This is a direct hint.

But there is another type of hints - when the event that one of them hints at has already happened before, but we don’t know about it yet and don't understand this hint. But then the other person tells us about this event, and only then does it become clear to us that the hint has already been made. If we don't consider this a coincidence, then we will have to admit that such information could have been known to another person only through personal communication, because it was not publicly known about it.

I want to recall a few examples of such cases, they occurred over a not very long period of time - less than a year.

All this is fake, CPN and empty thoughts. Clownery. 🤡

DD's “Water show” — GG's vlog

On July 10, 2023, the event was held in Beijing dedicated to the premiere of One and only. DD participated in it, he danced and splashed water on the audience. While dansing DD made a couple of gestures that the turtles paid attention to - the “figure eight” and the famous “chongya” gesture. Everyone, of course, remembered the meaning of these gestures and was glad that DD made them. But then it turned out that he did them for a reason.

On July 11, GG’s vlog was released, and suddenly both of these gestures appeared in this vlog. Can this be considered two coincidences that occurred within 24 hours?

No one, of course, knew in advance what would be in GG’s vlog, the vlog was filmed a long time ago, but it turns out that DD knew this the day before the vlog was released.

Leica

October 3, 2023 DD, while in Paris, shows off his Leica camera. The turtles remembered that once upon a time GG also had Leica, and assumed that DD probably received the gift from GG.

But the next time a shocking surprise awaits us - at midnight from October 4 to 5, the congratulation to GG appears on his birthday and GG's photos with Leica, and even the camera model is similar. GG’s photos were taken back in the summer, and DD told us that “GG will appear with Leica tomorrow.” In this case, the version of coincidence seems quite weak.

"Do everything for your love"

On November 8, 2023, a new DD endorsement (YaYa) was released. A post appears on the brand’s Weibo account, the text of which contains words spoken about DD: “他为热爱全力以赴” (“he does everything for love”).

On November 9, NARS live stream with GG is released, at the end of which GG gives the wish speech, including saying: “希望大家为自己热爱全力以赴” (“I hope everyone will do everything for their love”).

As you can see, he uses the same phrase almost verbatim. It is not known what of this happened first - the stream was recorded or the advertising text was agreed upon, but if this accordance was intentional, then it was possible to find out the details only through personal communication. It could be a coincidence, but after a few months the following happens:

GG's vlog - Anta advertising

On March 1, 2024, XZS posts Milan vlog, where the viewer is offered the concept of a circle and round objects, the idea of the cycle of life or another interpretation. The image of the moon also runs throughout the vlog.

On March 2, the advertisement for Anta is released, in the video we see a suspiciously similar concept - a round basketball that flashes throughout the entire video and (suddenly!) turns into the moon above building, and the drawing of a lace that resembles the stylized name “border” in GG's vlog. There are even sunset. Even the text for the post uses the same words 边界 (“border”) - 去探索，多元未知的边界 "Go explore diverse and unknown borders” (full video is here).

I don't know what the brand had in mind, unless consider it pure coincidence, but they certainly couldn't make an ad copying GG's vlog concept overnight! Of course, it was known about the “border” and the stylization of the name since the GG's October vlog, but a circle, a setting sun, a ball that turns into the moon? Next day. How?

The Coin

And now, this coin. Five days passed between GG's vlog and the release of Chang Feng Po Lang trailer, but the consistent appearance of the coin that is the "protagonist" of the vlog and the coin that DD rubs his cheek with in the trailer is amazing. If you pay attention, even the sizes of these coins are the same.

I don’t think that the image of the coin in the vlog was subordinated only to the idea of hinting at the imminent release of the series with DD, probably the idea is much deeper, but what do we know about GG’s creative thinking and about his ability to convey a message very subtly?

All this could be considered coincidences if this didn't happen so often and according to the same pattern: event - hint – explanation. I’m sure I haven’t listed everything and there is more, this is just what I noticed.

Perhaps this is one of the things that keeps us firmly in this "rabbit hole" - their connection, which sometimes manifests itself in unexpected ways, their ingenuity to show this connection. I would compare them to the ocean, which always seems to remain the same, but which you never get tired of looking at.

💚❤️.

[imaginecolby]

pierced babe || c.b.

summary: your first time hooking up with colby turns out to be better than you could have imagined. especially after he finds out you have two piercings he’s never seen before.

requested by anonymous. a/n: slightly smutty, only due to the subject matter, however, nothing too explicit. moderate depictions of a sex scene, but nothing else.

you’d been hanging out at colby’s place, catching up on missed time since he and sam had been busy with filming and planning trips for the last few weeks.

you and colby had been flirty friends for a long time, and were close to getting together. closer than ever at this point, but for one reason or another, there was hesitation from both of you.

tonight was different though. you and him had been attached at the hip all night, never wanting to leave each other's side. drinks were had, words were exchanged, and you knew that you two would end up together tonight.

as the night was winding down, you and him were in the pool, sitting on the steps and watching the sunset. your head was resting on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around your shoulders.

"do you want to go upstairs?” he asked softly, face just inches from yours. you nodded and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. you got out of the pool and dried off before going back inside. he took you up to his room, hands hungrily reaching for you once he closed and locked the door. he led you to his bed and you both flopped down, him hovering over you.

"are we finally gonna do this?" you asked, bracing against his shoulders. he smiled down at you, raising a brow.

"if you want to." he said softly. you nodded and pulled him down to your faces, your lips pressing hard against his.

colby's hands were soft against your skin, them rubbing up and down your legs and stomach. they found their way to your swimsuit top, untying the knots around your back and neck. you lifted it off and threw it to the floor before looking at him again. you expected to meet his gaze, but his eyes were locked on your breasts. he had a dumbfounded look on his face, which made you nervous.

"what? what's wrong?" you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"no-no-nothing. i just, uh, didn't know your nipples were pierced." he said nervously.

"well, it's not something that i just blurt out to people." you laughed. you felt his fingers circling your nipples, twisting and playing with the barbells. "you're playing with them like you've never seen them before."

"not in person." he said softly, his attention still locked on your nipples. you both laid there quietly for a minute before as colby’s attention stayed locked on your boobs.

“are we gonna do this or what?” you asked, pulling his chin to look at you.

"right. yeah, sorry." he laughed awkwardly before his lips met yours again.

throughout the moments that followed, colby was very attentive to your breasts. you weren't normally into nipple play during sex, but seeing how much colby enjoyed it, you were definitely coming around to it.

you'd switched positions and were now on top, grinding against colby's hips as he had his hands attached to your breasts. he was twisting the barbells between his finger tips, sending a flick of pleasure through your body with each movement. you'd never felt this before, but the nipple play definitley brought you to your orgasm quicker and more intensely than ever before.

you braced against the head board as you came, loud moans escaping both yours and colby's lips as he came with you. his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against his chest as you rode out your highs.

"holy shit." you said softly, catching your breath. he held you tight as his lips pressed lazy kisses to your shoulders, slowly tracking up your neck before meeting your lips again.

you climbed off his lap and laid down next to him as his arms snaked around your waist.

"now, remind me why we waited so long to do that?" he asked.

"i don't know. but who knew that all i had to do to get you going was to tell you my nipples were pierced." you teased. just then, his fingers found your nipples again.

"i don't know what got into me. i didn't know that was something that i would be so into." he said, kissing you. "but don't think that was the only reason this happened tonight. you and i have both been wanting this, and these just added to everything i've already loved about you."

"love, huh?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"i definitely think it's love at this point. forgive me if im misspeaking for you, but i feel like whatever feelings we had for each other as just a crush have grown into so much more. we were just too stubborn to admit it."

"no, i feel the same. but we're here now, and that's all that matters." you said. colby nodded in agreement, pressing another kiss to your lips. while you laid there, colby's fingers kept mindlessly playing with your nipples.

"if you keep doing that im gonna have to take you for round two." you said, swatting his hands away.

"i would not be opposed to that." he teased, pulling you closer into his chest. you rolled your eyes at him and shook your head. you kissed him again before rolling over. your back was flush to his chest and his arms were tight around your waist. you felt his face fit into the nape of your neck, lips pressing softly to your skin. you fingers intertwined through his, holding them tight as you both began to fall asleep.

[maxbegone]

seven sentence sunday but once again, who's actually counting?

gonna be honest with y'all, i still have no idea what this fic really is, but i'm having a good time writing it!

“Where’s…Big Bend National Park?” Henry asks out of nowhere.

It’s enough for Alex to pull his attention from the stars. “Um, like six hours west of here. I didn’t even know you knew what that was. Why?”

Henry shrugs. “Sheer curiosity.”

“It’s never just curiosity with you. There’s usually some meaning behind it.” Alex sits up. “What’s important about Big Bend?”

“A lot of westerns were filmed there,” he tells him.

“Oh yeah? I never knew that.”

But then it takes less than a second for it to hit him: the tight-lipped smile, the soft hum of a short laugh, the way Henry angles his head briefly before looking down at his lap, fingers drumming against the neck of the wine bottle.

“Your dad filmed something there.”

“One of his first big roles,” Henry begins, “a few years before he and my mum met and he had his Bond run. It’s less famous than them, obviously, but I’d argue it was just as good.”

“What’s it called?”

“All For the Autumn Son.”

“I’ve never seen it,” Alex tells him softly. “What’s it about?”

“Oh, the usual; outlaws and bandits, heists, a corrupt and cornered sheriff. He makes a deal with a group to free their bookkeeper from prison, only to be killed before they overrun the town and take it hostage. Then this lone wolf type comes into play and drums up a plan to save everyone, there’s romance and a routine ride into the sunset.” 

“Who did your dad play?”

“The hero.” At this, Henry smiles, chin titled up toward the sky. He looks so proud, and Alex has never been as sad as he is at this moment that he was never able to meet Arthur Fox. “It really is cheesy and Dad’s accent is…something else.” Henry laughs, and it’s a little more genuine this time. “I mean, it works, but it’s odd to hear when I’m so used to his voice, you know? But for all it’s worth, it’s brilliant.”

“Is it your favorite?”

Henry pauses for a moment. “Yeah.” Another pause. “It’s weird that any time I want to see or hear my father, all I have to do is turn on the telly. Literally the whole world knows him as this action hero, but he was so much more than that. They know one side of him — the actor side — and this might be hard to understand, but everyone gets to see him and there’s no sanctity in it.” Henry glances over at Alex, and even in the dim orange light of the fire, he can make out the emotion in his eyes. “He was world-renowned, beloved, it’s not like he was some random man from Cardiff. Everyone knew him, but not everyone knew him. They can miss him, but not like all of us do. He was our dad, and yet sometimes it feels like he doesn’t belong to us. Which is a whole convoluted thing with how my entire life has been; it belongs to the Crown, it belongs to England.”

It’s then that Henry releases a hefty breath and lowers himself down onto the grass, he and Alex swapping positions. Alex just watches.

“Maybe that’s why I love his lesser-known movies more, because less people have seen them, even if it’s only by a marginal amount. It makes it feel…more, I don’t know, personal.”

Henry’s right, Alex never is going to understand it. He’s lucky enough not to know what it’s like to lose a parent that young. And the thing is, until Henry, Alex never even thought to consider himself lucky about it. But there’s a whole other level of appreciation he has now, one he hopes he never neglects.

“Maybe I drank too much today,” Henry says mildly, sitting up again and shaking the bottle. There’s a little under a quarter of the wine left. “Getting all emotional.”

“No.” Alex scoots in closer, rubbing circles on his back. He’s warm through his shirt. “No, baby. It’s okay. Don’t minimize it.”

He watches as Henry goes to say something, but closes his mouth. “I—thank you, Alex.”

“What for?”

“Always listening.”

Alex could melt. “It’s the easiest thing in the world.”

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[film-classics]

Tallulah Bankhead - The Wild Child

Tallulah Brockman Bankhead (born in Huntsville, Alabama on January 31, 1902) was an American actress, primarily of the stage, but has also appeared in several prominent films, including an award-winning performance in Alfred Hitchcock's Lifeboat (1944). Known as "The Wild Child," her penchant for living life on her own terms, defying societal conventions and hard partying sometimes preceded her talent.

Bankhead was a member of the Bankhead and Brockman family, a prominent Alabama Democratic political family with Irish roots. Her grandfather and her uncle were U.S. senators, and her father was Speaker of the House of Representatives. She was mostly raised in the family estate named "Sunset" in Jasper, Alabama.

Discovering at an early age that theatrics gained her the attention she desired, she wanted to be a performer. Thus, at 15, she submitted her photo to Picture Play, which was conducting a contest, and was awarded a trip to New York plus a movie part based on their photographs. She soon realized her place was on stage rather than screen. After several years in Broadway, Bankhead moved to London, where she found fame and critical acclaim in the West End.

In 1931, under contract to Paramount Pictures she returned to the U.S. and played in a series of roles as a femme fatale in films in films like George Cukor's Tarnished Lady (1931).

Going back to Broadway, Bankhead worked steadily in a series of plays, including brilliant portrayals of Regina Giddens in Lillian Hellman's The Little Foxes (1939) and Sabina in Thornton Wilder's The Skin of Our Teeth (1942). Because of her continued success, she was able to command 10 percent of the gross of the play and was billed larger than any other actor in the cast. She also continued to appear in a handful of films, TV shows, and radio shows. Though Tallulah Bankhead's career slowed in the mid-1950s, she never faded from the public eye.

A long time smoker, she died in Manhattan at age 66 due to pleural double pneumonia.

Legacy:

Won the Variety Award for Best Actress of the Year twice: The Little Foxes (1939) and The Skin of Our Teeth (1942)

Won the New York Drama Critics Award for Best Actress in a Production for The Skin of Our Teeth (1942)

Won the New York Film Critics Circle Award for Best Actress for Lifeboat (1944)

Nominated for a Tony Award for Best Actress in a Play for Midgie Purvis (1961)

Has had a cocktail at the Rivoli Bar in the Ritz London called "The Tallulah," which is served in Christian Louboutin stiletto

Is the first white woman to be featured on the cover of Ebony magazine

Is one of the very few film actresses and the only stage actress to have a cover on both Time and Life

Honored as one of the 10 most remarkable women in London in 1928

Served as inspiration for the character Margo Channing in All About Eve (1950) and Cruella De Vil in Walt Disney Pictures' One Hundred and One Dalmatians (1961)

Is one of the original inductees in the American Theater Hall of Fame in 1972

Inducted in the Alabama Women's Hall of Fame in 1981

Is the main character of Looped, a Broadway play by New York writer Matthew Lombardo, which premiered in 2007

Has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6141 Hollywood Blvd for motion picture

[dmitriene]

— him.

summary: just thought's about leon. content: re4! leon x gn! reader tags: fluff, not detailed mention of intimacy. author's note: hello! this is my first time writing anything here, so i don’t really understand many little things, but earlier i was strongly inspired by one picture in pinterest and i wanted to transfer it to one of my favorite characters — leon kennedy. so please love and favor, thanks for reading! (also, english is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes in the text)

(screenshoots from @qxnaty on tiktok)

«you're so art deco, out on the floor / shining like gun metal, cold and unsure»

he — is early sunrises and sunsets, and tired eyes like a clear cloudless sky, and long blond eyelashes that tremble while he looks at you through them, and black circles under the eyes that you run your fingers over while he reaches out to meet your touch, and disheveled blond hair that feels better and dearer to the touch than the most expensive silk, and the gentle touch of his slightly calloused hands, and the pleasant aroma of home and the past rain that comes from him, and sleepless nights that color his eyes, that are so dear to your heart, with an impenetrable fear of nightmares, and a whispers in the early morning about how much you love each other and how happy he is now right here, in this moment, and his bad taste in films and music that you still listen to and watch together, and his shabby leather jacket that habitually hangs in the hallway of the apartment on a hanger and serves as a reminder that he is here now, nearby, and you no longer have to open the front door of your apartment late at night to see his emaciated body on the threshold, and his smiles that you see first thing when you open your eyes in the morning and remember how he rarely allowed himself to be so happy before, and his warm embrace while his strong arms wrap around you, like you're the most precious thing in his life, and your trips together, whether it be shopping or vacation, and the way his big hand squeezes yours and gentle touch of his thumb over your knuckles, and weekends spent cuddling up in front of the TV, and his quiet snoring in the middle of watching some obscure movie or show, because sleepless nights exhaust him, and sunday mornings when he brushes strands of hair from your face and covers you with soft small kisses, and his slightly tanned skin that is scarred by the scars of the past days to which you are surely pay attention, and how embarrassed he is when you start kissing his scars and whispering that they are wonderful, just like him, and the scarlet buds that blossomed on your body after his nightly attacks, and each subsequent new day, he is everything for you and your love, he is lovely.

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[cryptidcorners]

Fire's Your Friend ~ — Billy Burn x GN!Reader

Description: You meet your boyfriend Billy after weeks of radio silence. Luckily, he's still the bastard you know and love.

# No Request

# A.N: I wrote this before I watched the film and it's been rotting in my notes LOL!!! enjoy

Media: Burn [ 2019 ]

Character: Billy Burn

Tags: Events Take After Burn, Established Relationship, Slightly Suggestive? If You Squint, Flirting, Fluff, Kissing, Sweet Talk + Reader is !GN.

Warnings: Mentions of Blood/Injury, Smoking

TOS. Billy Burn Master List {TBW}

The sunset was red in the clouds and cold, ill air was sinking into the emptying lot, while a few silent pedestrians roamed to watch the light flee, it was still lonley in your eyes. 

Billy's lighter was busy in your hands, as you found mindless entertainment in flicking the steel trap and running your fingertips in it's maze-like design. Though, toying with a relic from a phantom wasn't widowing away your impatience.

You cupped your face reluncantly due to the ice trailing on your cheeks as nighttime brimmed into the silent square. The wild, warm colors from buzzing advertisements and wasping vehicles flickering like holiday lights on a street a few yards away (which were walled with barbed wire) hadn't even distracted you, since your cocky companion was fresh in your mind. 

You set the lighter ablaze, eyes fixed on the fire. It reminded you of your life, reminded you of the outside, reminded you of Billy. He was so dangerous, yet you found yourself on his porch every night enjoying his company. Though, you hadn't entirely gotten used to his trips. He'd pack nothing but a few dollars for gas, a firearm and some fake ID from God knows where. You prayed he'd come back in one piece, hopefully not with mobs on his tail. 

"Don't you know it's dangerous to put fire so close to your face?" A voice said with a wry chuckle. "Or, is it nothing you've felt before?" Billy, with a great sigh, sat next to you. He looked breathless, as if he had ran a marathon, twice. Relief filled your bones and you felt weak already, "Billy." 

Then, your eyes flickered wildly. 

He turned his head, revealing his scarlet soaked side glittering under the moonlight. 

"Oh, my God. Is that blood? Billy—" Your concern was icy. Billy immediately tensed and shook his head, 

"It's nothing. It doesn't hurt, it's just . . . there." He assured with a sloppy attempt to grap your shoulder. "It's been a while." 

You knew he had a short fuse, and he looked tired enough. You bit back another pester, "Yeah, it has." 

Billy's warm grasp shock your fingertips as he gently took his lighter back, purposely caressing your hand just to tease. To your annoyment (and his amusement), it had worked and you felt your face warm. Billy sighed and eyed a pack of cigarettes slipping out your pocket. He then shook his lighter in front of you, "Mind giving me a smoke?" 

You laughed softly. "Really? You want me to do it for you—again?" Billy groaned playfully, throwing his head back lightly with a low giggle. He then teased, "It's been a long night. And I'm just so tired, you can give me some hospitality, can't you?" Billy added. "I know you're soft for me." 

"Careful now." You ruffled his hair affectionately, "I'm just lighting a cigarette." You set the cigarette between his curved lips and you lightly pushed him upwards, nails trailing down blue jacket. He chuckled again, gaze softening. "Don't leave me waiting."

"You've left me waiting for a week." You remarked with a waving the lighter in circles. "I can go as slow as I want to, but I won't—at least not tonight anyway." and you began sparking flashes of firelight on the edge of the coffin nail. 

He held back another chuckle behind the smoke, already melting into your touch and leaning more foward than he needed to. Smoke filled the air, and after a long inhale, you pulled the cigarette back and let him flood his pent out exhaustion with the most fragile exhale you've ever heard in your life. You flared as he brought himself dangerously close, "I missed that. Smoking didn't feel worth it without you when I was away, I couldn't bring myself to do it." 

"Were you feeling sendamental or do you not know how to light a cig anymore?" You quizzed. His cheeks flushed with another cocky smile. You ran your fingers across his red face, which had earned a massive flinch. Your pressure eased and you reeled your fingertips down to his chin.

Billy sighed, speaking between the smoke as his eyes domesticated into something soft. "You know, fire isn't so bad. Hot, dangerous, pretty." 

"Are you seriously talking about yourself?" You couldn't help but giggle, tucking his slick locks between his ears as you melted into his gaze. 

"Am I wrong?" He teased and you felt his fingertips lightly trace across your cheek. Billy signaled you to take the cigarette back, and he blew a cloud into your face with a devious chuckle. You coughed, "Dick." 

He rubbed his neck, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. It's funny seeing your face get all sour like that." and he planted a sweet kiss on your forehead — delicate and short as it was, it still made you feel all fuzzy. Billy noticed, "I'm sorry I've been so absent. There's been so much on my ass and . . . God, I'm sorry." 

"Look, look it's okay." You hushed. "I'm just glad you came back in one piece," Then, you mumbled, "But, you seriously need to tell me what happened to you." 

He said slowly, "Gas station." 

"A gas station? Is that—all you're going to tell me." 

"If you light me another, I'll give you three more words for context." He offered. And you didn't even think about resisting.

[notsafeforlunch]

Unexpected Twists - Liv and Ash.

TW: emeto, sickness. This is my first published sickfic, I hope you like it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sunset lights cast a warm glow over the town as Asher drove towards the local cinema. A random Wednesday night had turned into an impromptu movie date for him and Olivia and they chatted animatedly about the film they were about to see, the excitement mirrored in the sparkle of their eyes and the shared laughter. 

Asher, with his enthusiasm for special effects, shared his anticipation for the stunning visuals that the movie had been so popular for. Olivia, the romantic dreamer, eagerly talked about the potential love story woven into the narrative. They shared a brief, affectionate look, the promise of a day filled with enchantment unfolding before them.

He parked the car near the cinema entrance, and as soon as they got out of the vehicle, the aroma of buttered popcorn wafted through the air, igniting their senses. Olivia couldn't help but nudge Asher playfully, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I can already taste that popcorn. Let's get a huge tub to share, okay?" "I wouldn't want it any other way, babe" he said, placing a kiss on top of her head, effortlessly, due to the height gap between them, as they strolled hand in hand towards the line of the concession stand, where they  exchanged fondlings until it was their time to order. A colossal bucket of popcorn to share, accompanied by a large coke for each. 

Finding their seats in the dimly lit theater, they settled in. The lights dimmed, signaling the beginning of the movie, and they snuggled into their seats, eager for the cinematic adventure to unfold.

The movie transported the audience into a mystical realm filled with towering castles, lush landscapes, and mythical creatures. The special effects were nothing short of spectacular, captivating viewers from the first frame. Liv looked up to see Asher eyes sparkling, because she just couldn't handle how sweet he looked, amazed by something she knew he liked so much. He pulled her closer, when he noticed her loving eyes towards him

The breathtaking landscapes and thrilling action sequences were punctuated by moments of genuine emotion. Olivia, realizing she hadn't eaten since lunch, dug into the popcorn with newfound enthusiasm. The crunching sounds filled the quiet moments of the film as she devoured the popcorn.

"SO delicious!" she whispered to him, rolling her eyes with pleasure, licking her own buttery fingertips. "Don't you want some?" Asher chuckled, accepting the popcorn. "Thanks, Liv. You really know how to enjoy your snacks."

Throughout the film, Olivia and Asher couldn't help but share other whispered comments and excited glances about the scenes. The chemistry between the main characters sparked a sense of awe and admiration, mirroring the connection Olivia and Asher felt in their own lives.

However, as the movie progressed, Liv's initial excitement gave way to an unexpected sensation. A subtle discomfort crept into the pit of her stomach, causing her to shift uneasily in her seat. At first, it was a gentle flutter, an inconspicuous whisper of discomfort that she attempted to brush off, determined not to ruin the day for Asher.

She shifted in her seat, adjusting the angle of her legs and fidgeting with the straw of her Coke. As the minutes passed, the sensation morphed into a persistent knot, tightening with each passing moment and a feeling of uncomfortable warmth growing bigger and bigger. Olivia discreetly pressed her hand against her stomach, hoping the pressure would alleviate the growing unease.

Beside her, Asher noticed something was off. "Liv, everything okay?" he asked with concern etched across his face. Forcing a smile, she nodded. "Yeah, just a little off. Shouldn't have eaten so much popcorn so fast. But don't worry, I'm fine." Unconvinced, Asher reached for her hand, his thumb tracing soothing circles. Olivia welcomed the gesture, hoping the gentle touch would quell the rising discomfort. Yet, the uneasy sensation persisted, growing more pronounced with each passing moment.

Attempting to distract herself, she turned her attention back to the movie, but the queasiness persisted. The vibrant colors on the screen seemed to blur as her focus wavered. Feeling a subtle dizziness, she stretched her neck, hoping to alleviate the tension that had crept into her muscles.

"Are you sure you're okay, boo?" Olivia was thankful for Asher's caring nature, but remained adamant. "I'm fine, Ash, really. Let's just enjoy the movie. It'll pass."

Asher couldn't shake off his concern, sensing something was amiss. "Is it really just your stomach or is there something else?" From the rapidly changing lights and colors in the room, he couldn't tell for sure, but Olivia's face looked a little pale. "I don't know, I feel kinda hot." She confessed, despite her extremities; hands and feet; seemed colder than ever. Concerned, Asher touched her face, as if checking for a fever. His touch felt warmer and drier than her skin, which led her to conclude that she was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Let's go home." he said, preparing to move. "No! It's the middle of the movie, what are you thinking?" she answered, reaching for his arm to keep him from standing up. He nodded, taking a deep breath. "If you're doing it because of me, don't worry, Liv. I'd rather take you home than have you suffer through this. We can come back and watch the movie another time." She held his hand once more: "It will pass. I promise. If it doesn't, I'll let you know and we can go."

In a final attempt to distract herself, Olivia took a sip of Asher's coke, hoping the effervescence might settle her stomach. Yet, the sensation of nausea persisted, growing more pronounced and impossible to ignore. Minutes later, a wave of lightheadedness washed over her, and she subtly gripped the armrests of her seat.

She could hear the people laughing from a funny scene, but couldn't even tell what the funny line was. She had her eyes closed, trying to focus on her breathing, but nothing seemed to help.

Feeling the onset of an unwelcome ordeal, Olivia finally turned to Asher with a defeated expression and a tearful tone: "Babe, I'm so sorry, but I really don't feel well now. I think we should go."

Quick as an arrow, Asher stood up, completely ignoring the fact that people in the back rows might have a partially impaired view of the screen. "Come here, let's get you home." he stretched out his hands towards his girlfriend to help her stand. "Can you walk?" Asher asked, willing to carry her if necessary. "Yeah, yeah, let's just… go."

As they made their way out of the dimly lit movie theater, the hallway's bright lights felt harsh against Olivia's sensitive eyes. The unease in her stomach had escalated, and a subtle dizziness had turned into a disorienting sway. Asher, then, wrapped a supportive arm around her, steadying her as they navigated through the bustling crowd.

With each step, Olivia leaned on her loving boyfriend, appreciating his strength and stability. 

Reaching the car, Asher opened the passenger door and gently guided Liv into the seat. He leaned the seat backward, allowing her to recline a bit, hoping it would provide some relief. Olivia sighed, grateful for the gesture, and closed her eyes, attempting to find comfort in the darkness behind her eyelids.

"How does that make you feel? Better or worse?" He inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Olivia took a moment to assess the change. The reclined seat offered a brief reprieve from the overwhelming discomfort, but the underlying unease persisted. She managed a faint smile and answered: "A little better, thanks. I think I just need a moment."

"I'm right here." He said. The subtle hum of the car engine and the distant chatter from the cinema's exit created a cocoon of tranquility around them. Some minutes later, she exclaimed: "I think I can make it home now, babe. Please." 

With that, Asher put the seatbelt on her, closed the passenger door, walked around to the driver's side, and started the car. The engine's purr filled the air as they began the journey home.

"Oh no!" Liv exclaimed, minutes later, feeling the swaying motion of the car bringing all her nausea back. She clutched her stomach, a desperate attempt to contain the heaves. Asher glanced at her with concern, his focus momentarily shifting from the road. "What 's wrong?"

Liv forced herself to sit up, despite the reclined seat and the rattling of the car over a bumpy street, pressing her lips together, unable to answer, determined to avoid any embarrassing moments in the confined space of the car. Asher kept asking multiple times what was wrong, trying to focus on both her and the road. Her hand fumbled around the interior of the car and the front door pocket, looking for a plastic bag. With a quick glance at the glove compartment, she reached for it and opened it in haste, but couldn't find anything there.

"Babe, talk to me. What do you need? Are you going to throw up?"

She nodded weakly, unable to muster the strength to speak.The swaying of the car combined with the bumpy street had pushed her to her limit, and she desperately tried to keep everything under control.

"Damn, there's nowhere to stop." Ash said to himself, desperately hoping to pull over so his girl could relieve herself. Responding swiftly, with a mix of urgency and determination, he managed to reach his arm back to the floor of the back seats, grabbing a small shopping bag that he knew had been left there.. Liv was now in full distress, her face turning green and her groans getting louder.

"Here" he said, handing it to Liv.

She gratefully accepted the bag, relief washing over her face. In a swift motion, she positioned the bag just in time as her body gave in to the nausea.

The quiet confines of the car were abruptly shattered by a series of guttural sounds. Just when Olivia thought she couldn't endure it any longer, the next wave hit with a force that nearly sent her sprawling. A surge of stomach-churning heaves expelled a much larger volume, her belly contracting.

Each heave was a forceful expulsion, leaving Liv feeling momentarily weightless before the next wave hit. The cramps in her belly tightened and released in sync with the violent contractions, creating a relentless rhythm of discomfort. Gasps for breath punctuated the symphony, revealing the toll the ordeal was taking on her.

"Oh my God, finally."  Finally spotting a quieter side road, Asher made a swift turn, the car coming to a stop. He opened the door by his side and jumped out the car, running to the other side and opening Liv's door as well. "I'm so sorry, baby girl." he said, caressing her back, his heart breaking for seeing her in such suffering.

The involuntary burps that followed each heave only added to the disconcerting symphony of bodily functions. Nothing was coming out anymore, but she had her face positioned in the center of the opened bag, now filled with body fluids and pieces of undigested corn husk.

Olivia, then, felt a surge of terrible remorse. The weight of embarrassment and vulnerability settled heavily upon her, and she avoided meeting Asher's gaze for a moment.

On the other hand, his eyes softened, reflecting not judgment but a compassionate understanding. "Can I do something for you? Maybe get you some water?" she shook her head. "Let me throw this away." Ash asked for the plastic bag, afraid that the sight from the inside could make Liv even sicker.

She then led the gross bag to him and he walked a few steps far to throw it away in a toter cart in front of a house nearby.

"Hey, are you crying?" he asked, noticing that she was sobbing, both hands covering her face, when he came back. "No, no, babe. You're scaring me. Why do you cry?"

His face shifted from concern to a deeper worry, gently reaching for her hands, urging her to lower them.

"I... I don't know. I'm just embarrassed, and I hate that this happened. It 's so gross. I am sorry, Ash. I ruined our movie date."

Asher's expression softened with relief. He was genuinely scared that her crying had something to do with the sickness, terrified of the idea that she could be in pain.

"You didn't ruin anything, Livy, none of this is your fault. You can't blame yourself for being sick." he gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek "I care about you, more than anything. More than about a little mess in the car or a movie that I can still watch afterwards. Ok? Don't be sorry."

Olivia nodded, appreciating the reassurance and compassion in her partner's words.

"My real concern now is… do I have to take you to a hospital? Call your parents? Has it ever happened to you before?"

He wanted to know, feeling that this episode had been more than just an upset stomach thing.

"I've had a blood pressure drop once, back home. It just wasn't as bad as today, but my eyesight got blurry and I threw up in the shower" she said, remembering the last time she felt bad "Argh! It was gross, too. It doesn't require a doctor, though. And calling my parents would only make them worry, so I think… Just take me home, Ash. You've done enough for me for a lifetime."

Asher understood Liv's reluctance to involve her parents or seek medical help, but he also felt the need to ensure her safety. "I know you just want to rest, after everything, but I can't just leave you alone" He then proposed an alternative. "So, you either come to my house, so I can keep a closer eye on you, or I stay the night at your place to be with you in case something happens. What's your choice?"

Liv, a bit taken aback by the prospect of spending the night alone with her relatively new boyfriend, felt a sudden surge of anxiety. The idea of such intimacy in their fledgling relationship made her slightly rigid.

"Nothing that you don't want is going to happen. I promise." He said, touching her hand "I know we planned a special night for our first night together, but we can still have it, another day. Tonight we're only going to rest."

Asher's calming words and considerate approach helped to ease Liv's nerves. She took a deep breath, appreciating his genuine concern and the sincerity in his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded. "Okay, let's go to your place then. Thank you."

With a reassuring smile, he walked back to the driver's seat and started the car, their destination now determined. 

The unexpected turn of events had brought about a new level of intimacy in their relationship, proving that even in the face of challenges, love and care would be the foundation of their journey together.

"You know what? I think we're doing it right." Ash said, looking at her with a fond look, as she asked: "Why so?"

"In sickness and in health. The vow has to start somewhen..."

He then blinked one of the eyes in her direction, guiding the car with one hand and pulling the other one to her tights. "...And for us, it might have started today."

[lushandlamb]

Kazimir Malevich and Suprematism

Kazimir Malevich was an artist born in 1879. His birth time is unknown, but he was a Shatabhisha Sun with a Mars AK in Purva Ashadha. Shatabhisha is a Rahu ruled nakshatra located in Sidereal Aquarius. Purva Ashadha is a Venus ruled nakshatra located in Sidereal Sagittarius.

Malevich is known as one of the fathers of abstract art. To give a fairly brief explanation, Malevich believed that in a society that was rapidly industrializing with the invention of cars, radio, and machine guns, art ought to reflect this culture of movement and speed. Therefore, the classical traditions of aesthetic human form and naturalism were crude to him and not “real art.” Malevich established two major shapes of the circle and the square, organizing them to express their motion and weight. This created the movement of Suprematism which valued artistic feeling over reason. Essentially, he wanted to focus on form and the painterly aspects, unburdened from the weight of meaning and high culture. Unfortunately, Malevich’s avant-garde, pre-film views were not favored in the Soviet Union, most of his work was put into storage, and he died at the age of 57. Either way, he stands as an iconoclast and an innovator in the field of art.

This reflects the nature of Apas, Purva Ashadha’s lord, who is the goddess of water, the purifying and cleansing element. Malevich writes,

“In repeating or tracing the forms of nature, we have nurtured our consciousness with a false conception of art. The work of the primitives was taken for creation… The classics also… Between the art of creating and the art of repeating there is a great difference. To create means to live forever creating newer and newer things. And however much we arrange furniture about rooms, we will not extend or create a new form for them. And however many moonlit landscapes the artist paints, however many grazing cows and pretty sunsets, they will remain the same dear little cows and sunsets. Only in a much worse form. ” 

This excerpt highlights a desire to make art pure and remove what was false, through innovation, rather than burdened reproduction. I also find the distinction between the primitives, which is very, very common in his manifesto, as Purva Ashadha-esque considering another symbol of the Purva Ashadha is the winnowing basket which separates wheat from the chaff. Malevich wants to separate the weak repetitors from the strong creators. 

Lastly, Malevich often refers to the idea of transforming himself in the “zero of form”. The 0, or empty circle which is Shatabhisha’s symbol, represents the full range of possibilities. 0 is the precipice between the negative past and the positive future. The circle is encircled (ha.) by its boundaries, made in the past, that cut it off; the empty circle is ... empty, waiting to be the vessel that can carry endless objects in the future. Shatabhisha is known to break down and incite social change as it has the range to observe and then critique. Malevich, as a Shatabhisha Sun, had the ability to critique the world of painting and in the confines of painting, established an art movement that reflected the sheer weight, speed, and movement of a society in the midst of industrialization. Fin.

[kwebtv]

Virginia Cathryn "Gena" Rowlands (/ˈdʒɛnə/; June 19, 1930 – August 14, 2024) Actress whose career in film, stage, and television spanned nearly seven decades. A four-time Emmy and two-time Golden Globe winner, she collaborated with her actor-director husband John Cassavetes in ten films.

Rowlands costarred with Paul Stewart in the 26-episode syndicated TV series Top Secret (1954–55). She guest-starred on such anthology television series as Robert Montgomery Presents, Armstrong Circle Theatre, Studio One, Appointment with Adventure, The United States Steel Hour, and Goodyear Television Playhouse, all in 1955. In 1959, Rowlands appeared in the Western series Laramie, alongside her husband John Cassavetes in the detective series Johnny Staccato, and in the Western series Riverboat, starring Darren McGavin. In 1961, she appeared in the adventure series The Islanders, set in the South Pacific, and in Target: The Corruptors!, starring Stephen McNally. She guest-starred in The Lloyd Bridges Show, the detective series 77 Sunset Strip, Kraft Suspense Theatre, the Westerns Bonanza and The Virginian, and Breaking Point, all in 1963. In 1964, she guest-starred in the medical drama Dr. Kildare and in two episodes of Burke's Law. She appeared in four episodes of Alfred Hitchcock Presents, three of which were after the series had been renamed The Alfred Hitchcock Hour. In 1967, she was cast as socialite Adrienne Van Leyden in the prime-time ABC soap opera Peyton Place.

In 1985, Rowlands played the mother in the critically acclaimed made-for-TV movie An Early Frost. She won an Emmy for her portrayal of former First Lady of the United States Betty Ford in the 1987 made-for-TV movie The Betty Ford Story

In 2002, Rowlands appeared in Mira Nair's HBO movie Hysterical Blindness, for which she won her third Emmy. Next year she appeared as Mrs. Hellman in an episode from the third season of Numb3rs. She played a Nazi survivor whose whole family was killed. The family owned a painting that the Nazis confiscated. Later on the painting reappeared. The new owner lent the painting to an art gallery in Los Angeles but while on display it was stolen. FBI. agent Don Eppes, played by Rob Morrow, tries to figure out what really happened.

In 2009, she appeared on an episode of Monk ("Mr. Monk and the Lady Next Door"). On March 2, 2010, she appeared on an episode of NCIS as lead character Leroy Jethro Gibbs's former mother-in-law, who is embroiled in a murder investigation. (Wikipedia)

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[accio-victuuri]

all the cpns i missed to post this week… 📝

some sweet bits being talked about in cpf circle. everything is fake. it’s all a coincidence.

i was too distracted by all the yibo x chanel content going around the past days, so this is really more of a short catch-up for me with cpn. other things that were discussed aside from the matching cases.

• I cannot confirm how true this is, but we have an old cpn that wyb tried to make a cake for xz. then this photo floated around, about xz’s ace troops birthday and how he was happily eating a birthday cake. it’s obvs home made and people were puzzled why he was so happy when the cake looked like that (p1). well i think we know why. looks like an attempt on burnt basque cheesecake. at least to me 😂.

( excuse p2, lol. i just think it’s so meme-able )

and well this type of cake also brings back the 2022 birthday cake cpn ( p8 of this set ) and that looks a very well made cheesecake. so wyb really did improve. i don’t doubt his skills anymore. especially after what btf cast talked about — that wyb can make dishes. i think the “i can’t cook” thing narrative before was to keep up the whole “i’m a cool guy” persona. but maybe in the near future, wyb the chef will have his debut. 🫶🏼

• For the Molsion event, he answered that he wants to travel outdoor ( like the mountains ), camping and playing frisbee. All things that they have in common. Someone please let them go camping and do outdoor stuff while they have some time off.

Their lives are mostly them stuck filming and in hotels so it’s understandable that they wanna be close to nature to relax 🍃

He also answered “meeting a friend for dinner” when asked about when he will wear his eyeglasses. then he smiled so sweetly. AHHHHH! Who is the friend you will meet for dinner?

• their Molsion x HK glasses being put side by side @ stores. They know what sells and an accidental cpf support 😅😅😅

• Their love for taking photos of sunrise & sunsets. Bobo’s was taken when he was riding the ferris wheel. I thought he will share a photo of the skatepark he visited but he chose this instead. So romantic. posted both photo and story 🌅

• same energy ✌🏼

sources: one | two | three | four | five

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