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tooneys-russo · 4 months

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I Write Songs About You All The Time

Summary: Wren is the lead singer of a band who happens to serenade Alessia leading to a fun night between the two.

Warning: Smut 18+

Previous Parts: Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Alessia woke up with two arms wrapped around her body, a girl was pressed against her back breathing softly against Alessia’s back. Suddenly the last night came rushing into her mind, the girl and the concert, then of course the hotel room. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings not remembering how nice the room actually was. There was a view of the city in front of her, she slowly got up and found her clothes scattered around the room. “Hey, where are you going?” Alessia heard a sleepy voice from the bed, she turned and saw Wren sitting up, no shirt on and the sheets covering from her waist down. “Was thinking we could get breakfast or something?” Wren offered and Alessia blushed. “I have training soon, maybe dinner?” Alessia pulled her pants on and her bra as she walked over to Wren. “Yeah I can do dinner.” Wren pulled Alessia back onto the bed and kissed her. “I need your number though babe.” Wren handed Alessia her phone and she put her number in with her name and a love heart as contact name. “Guess I will see you tonight then gorgeous.” Alessia nodded and kissed Wren again before leaving.

As soon as Alessia arrived at training all the girls began asking her about her night. Alessia gave them a quick run down of their conversation in the club and then what happened afterwards. “Holy shit you got with Wren! Fuck yes Alessia!” Katie said and grabbed Alessia in a headlock, she laughed along with her teammates. Wren spent the day relaxing and writing some songs, she sent a text to the blonde around lunch time. ‘Hey gorgeous, what is your address? I will come and pick you up tonight at 6.’ Alessia smiled wide when the text came through. ‘I live at 21 Thatcher Road. See you tonight x’ Wren smirked and began getting ready. She put on a black suit with a black button up shirt with her black converse, she checked how she looked multiple times as she headed out to the car she had hired. Wren pulled up to the house holding some flowers she picked up on the way, as she knocked on the door Alessia opened up and Wren’s jaw nearly hit the floor. She was wearing a red dress that hugged her perfectly, Wren’s eyes raked over every inch of the blonde in front of her. “Wow.” She said as their eyes met. “This okay?” Alessia asked nervously and Wren nodded quickly. “Yes. You are perfection.” Wren looked at the flowers and held them out for Alessia. “These are for you, I had no idea what type you would like. So I just went with roses.” Alessia took them and kissed Wren’s cheek. “They are perfect. I will just put them in a vase then we can go.” Alessia turned and walked inside her house. “You coming?” She said to Wren who was waiting outside who quickly followed inside like a puppy. The house was very clean with family pictures up, Wren looked at how close and happy Alessia’s family looked at it was something that she was envious of.

As they left the house Wren rushed to the car to open the door for Alessia, she was thanked with a kiss from the blonde. She drove more carefully than she would in the car by herself, the two chatted music and football. Wren picked an Italian restaurant that she knew was good, she became slightly nervous when Alessia mentioned her Italian heritage. Wren pulled out Alessia’s chair and sat down across from her. “How was training?” Wren asked after ordering them some wine. “Oh it was fine, we worked on a few set plays, looking at my movements into the 18 yard box.” Alessia smiled as she went through her training. Their conversation flowed easily, Wren was captivated by the blonde in front of her. She was shocked at how eloquent and articulate she was. At the end of dinner Wren drove Alessia back to her house and walked her to her door. Wren was slightly tipsy but was able to cover it up, she pulled Alessia close and kissed her deeply. Alessia moaned against her mouth and gripped onto Wren’s shirt, their kiss became more desperate as Alessia felt her door against her back.

Alessia fumbled with her keys trying to unlock the door as Wren kissed her, they almost fell through the door. Wren lifted Alessia easily and kicked the door closed behind her. “Where is your bedroom princess?” Wren’s voice was low and full of desire. “Second door on the left.” Alessia almost moaned, Wren laid Alessia down and kissed her neck as she took off her own shirt. Alessia’s fingers ran down Wren’s breasts down to her abs then to her pants, she undid the button and pushed them down as far as she could. “I want those off.” Alessia demanded. “Of course. Anything for you.” Wren pushed her pants off the rest of the way and threw them on the ground. Alessia’s hands explored Wren’s body as Wren pushed the blonde’s dress up, revealing her red g-string. “Perfection.” Wren moaned into Alessia’s ear as she discarded her g-string somewhere in the room. Her finger circled her clit and Alessia replied by sliding her hand into Wren’s briefs. “Fuck Less.” Wren moaned and bit down on Alessia’s neck. They teased each other, marking each other’s skin. Wren pulled Alessia’s dress over her head and removed her bra, she marked Alessia’s breasts and sucked on her nipple making the blonde dig her nails into the singer’s back. Wren slid two fingers inside Alessia, the girl gasped as it stretched her. “O-oh Wren yes.” Alessia moaned out as Wren found a rhythm that had Alessia leg’s shaking. The striker wanted to make sure that Wren was feeling the exact same sensation that she was, wanting to come together. Alessia circled Wren’s clit for a moment before entering her with two fingers. Wren kissed Alessia deeply as their thrusts matched each other, their bodies moved in perfect sync. The room filled with their moans until they both felt their orgasms together. Once they came down from their high Wren laid next to Alessia and smirked. “Who would have thought that such a sweet innocent girl could do that.” Alessia cuddled into Wren’s side and whispered in her ear. “Now who said I was innocent?” Wren smiled and held Alessia close to her, her fingers ran up and down her back and soon Alessia was passed out breathing softly against Wren’s chest.

Wren woke up the next morning cuddling the blonde in her arms. She kissed her shoulder gently as Alessia began to wake up. “Hey gorgeous.” Wren said softly as Alessia turned to her, the girl’s bright blue eyes starting into Wren’s. Alessia kissed Wren gently and cuddled back into her. “Want to go for a walk?” Alessia just nodded against Wren’s skin. “Come on lets go shower.” Wren got up and Alessia followed sleepily, not saying a word. The singer ran the water and ensured it was the right temperature, she washed Alessia’s hair and body making sure to give her kisses when she could. There were hickeys all over their chest and neck, Wren smirked knowing that she had made them all over the girl. Once they were finished Alessia pulled on a hoodie, ripped jeans and some Adidas trainers. “You can wear some of my clothes.” Wren walked over to the closet and grabbed out a hoodie, some jeans that were too long so she had to roll them up then her black converse. “You look so cute.” Alessia smiled wide and Wren pouted as the blonde kissed her. “I’m not cute.” She mumbled as they walked out of the house.

They chatted as they walked to a local cafe, Wren held Alessia’s hand and kissed it as she got their coffee. They had only been on their walk for about 30 minutes before their phone were buzzing from notifications that the media had gotten hold of pictures of them together. Wren checked her phone and groaned, “Shit we got caught.” Alessia looked over at Wren. “Caught? You're upset we were spotted together?” Alessia dropped Wren’s hand. “I was just hoping we would have a bit of privacy, I mean we have only been on one date. Would rather get closer to you before we were you know…known.” Alessia nodded and held Wren’s hand. I mean it had only been two nights. “I have a game tomorrow.” Alessia said softly. “You should come.” Wren checked her phone. “Yeah I can make it, I have to head to London the next day ready for my next show. But I am down to watch you destroy bitches.” Alessia laughed and shoved Wren gently.

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bupia · 9 months

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Barista preferita: Secondo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You held a special place in Secondo's heart, or at least that's what he used to tell you. As a bartender, you had become familiar with his visits to the bar, and he was undoubtedly one of the most frequent customers. On this particular day, he approached you with an unusual request: he asked if you would be willing to join him in his hotel room later for a movie night.

Words: 5.869

Warnings: Smut +18 (fingering; voyeurism; oral sex: m-f/f-m; unprotected sex) | Italian swearing | Swearing

Inspired by the request of @ghou1srus for the Sleepy Dialogue: "I didn't know you were such a cuddler", as Tumblr didn't let me post it as a prompt.

You had always dreamt of landing your dream job, envisioning yourself working in a prestigious company with a brilliant and supportive boss. But as fate would have it, you ended up in a totally different place, a bar, serving the most distinguished people. Most of the clientele were delightful, but, as with any job, there was one particular client who proved to be a challenge.

His name was Secondo, a regular client at the bar. At first glance, he appeared to be a distinguished gentleman, always dressed in well-tailored suits and speaking with eloquence. However, it didn't take long for you to realize that he had a penchant for causing trouble. He was demanding and often condescending, always trying to get your attention and expecting some kind of VIP service. He would start to speak in Italian, especially after a few drinks. But, at least, he would often left leaving a great tip, no matter how well you served him.

From day one, you noticed something peculiar about Secondo. It wasn't that he was a terrible person or a horrible client; on the contrary, he seemed charming, polite, and competent. But soon, you realized his Achilles' heel – Secondo was a womanizer. He seemed to take pleasure in making your work more challenging, after some drinks, he would be flirting with random women at the bar, and with you, especially with you.

One particularly busy night, Secondo's behavior reached its peak. He had clearly overindulged in alcohol, becoming loud and you knew you had to intervene. You approached him calmly but firmly, asking him to lower his voice. Surprisingly, his demeanor shifted, and he became apologetic, recognizing his inappropriate behavior.

The days turned into weeks, Secondo transformed into a different client; he stopped flirting with the women at the bar, most part of the time he wouldn't even drink, he'd just sit on the bar stool close to the counter and talk to you almost the whole night.

As the weeks went by, you found yourself engaging in more conversations with Secondo during quieter moments at the bar. You discovered that he was a musician, a singer. His passion for music and art became evident, and it was clear that he was more complex than his troublesome facade. In time, you established an unexpected friendship with Secondo. He confided in you about his struggles, and you listened with empathy and without judgment. Your genuine interest in him as a person made a significant impact on his life, he even started to call you as his "barista preferita".

You had to admit that you started to look forward to his visits. You knew exactly what time he would arrive; he was never late to spend the night with you. Also, you two would exchange looks almost all the time, and smile at each other too. As you both settled into each other's company, you noticed a warmth growing in your heart. It was a feeling you couldn't quite explain.

One evening, as the bar started to wind down, Secondo stayed a little longer than usual, sipping an alcoholic drink after long months without drinking. Although you were nervous in what it could lead to, you were trusting him to behave.

"Barista preferita," Secondo said softly, calling for you.

"Oh! Just a minute, sir!" You smiled, looking at him while you were serving another client at the counter of the bar. "I'll talk to you in a second."

You heard him grunting, "no rush." His voice was sharp, in a low tone.

Once you finished helping the other customer, you made your way to Secondo's stool, wearing a warm and friendly smile.

"Apologies for the wait," you said.

"Nothing to worry about," he replied, his tone softer now. "I just wanted to spend a little more time talking with mia barista preferita."

A blush crept up your cheeks, and you chuckled. "Well, I'm honored to be your favorite," you replied. "What can I get you, sir?"

"Will you ever stop calling me as 'sir'?" he asked, looking into your eyes. "You know my name, you can use it."

"I know, I think is just how I'm used to call the clients."

"Do you want to hurt my feelings?" He rested his hand on his chest. "Am I just another client for you? You know you have a special place inside of my heart."

You were taken aback by the serious tone in his voice. "Oh, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Secondo," you said sincerely. "You're definitely not just another client to me."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

"You're right," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I should call you by your name. It's just that I've always been taught to address customers respectfully, and 'sir' felt like a safe choice. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll be more than happy to use your name."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Secondo's lips, and his eyes softened. "Grazie," he said appreciatively. "It's nice to know that you see me as more than just a customer."

"You're much more than that," you said sincerely.

His smile grew wider, and he reached across the counter to give your hand a gentle squeeze. "Mio sole, always brighten up my night."

The warmth of his words made your heart flutter. "Thank you," you said softly, feeling a bit shy now. "I appreciate your kind words. Anyway, what can I get for you, Secondo?"

"Anytime," he replied, his gaze never leaving yours. "About my order, I want something simple, mio sole," he paused, looking at you from head to toe. "Would you like to join me after work to watch a movie with me?"

"I'd love to," you replied, your smile growing wider. "But, si- Secondo, I don't think there will be any cinema open."

"Oh don't worry," he took the last sip of his drink. "We can go to my hotel room and watch one, what do you think?"

"Your hotel room?" you asked nervously. "I- I mean... I guess it's fine? I mean, are you sure? We can do it tomorrow, in the afternoon."

He shook his head. "Please, I insist. Tonight, stay with me. It'll be just a movie."

"Well, if it will be just a movie, I guess it's fine then."

Secondo grinned, his eyes lighting up with delight. "Fantastic! It's a date then. Now lend me a pen!"

You automatically blushed as you heard him calling it a "date." With a trembling hand, you gave him your pen, watching him write something down on a napkin and folding it right after.

"Here," he gave you the napkin. "This is the address of the hotel, and the number of my room. I'll be waiting for you there."

You nodded as you watched him get up from the stool.

"I'm going to comeback to the hotel now," he said, taking his suit jacket from the back of the stool, dressing it.

"Ok, Sir," you replied, seeing him arching an eyebrow. "I mean, Secondo." You corrected yourself, seeing a smile of satisfaction on his lips.

With a mischievous smile on his lips, he gave you a final look before making his way to the exit door. As you watched him leave, a shy feeling washed over you. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. Shaking your head, you decided to check the napkin he gave you.

Opening the napkin, you read the name and address of his hotel, with the number of his room written neatly at the end. Surprisingly, it wasn't too far from where you were, and you realized you could go there by foot.

Tonight was going to be different, spending time with Secondo outside of the bar, in a more personal setting. You couldn't deny that you were looking forward to it, despite your initial reservations. It was unexpected, this invitation caught you off guard, as your interactions with Secondo had always been strictly reserved for the time he would stay inside of the bar. The thought crossed your mind that perhaps there was more to this invitation than an innocent movie night. You had to admit to yourself that you had already considered the possibility of something more with your client.

As the night fell, you finished your shift at the bar, eager to head to Secondo's hotel, following the address written on the napkin. The city lights illuminated the streets, and the cool evening air brushed against your skin.Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked towards his hotel. The mischievous smile he had given you before leaving the bar lingered in your mind. This was uncharted territory for you, and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Arriving at the hotel, you took a moment to compose yourself before entering. The lobby was elegant and sophisticated, but your nerves overshadowed all of it. You approached the reception, and with a timid smile, you inquired about Secondo's room number. The receptionist gave you a warm smile, directing you to the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, you walked down the corridor, searching for the right room number. With each step towards his door, your anticipation grew. You wondered what he had in mind for the night. However, now was too late, you were already in front of his door. You knocked on the door, and after a brief moment, Secondo opened it, looking dashing as ever in his tailored suit.

"Buona sera, cara," he said, his smile warm and inviting.

"Thank you for inviting me, Secondo." You gave him a bright smile, trying to hide how nervous you were.

"Thank you for coming."

Without hesitation, he stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter. The room was elegant, with a cozy ambiance that made you feel at ease. There was a small table set up with snacks and drinks, hinting at a movie night indeed. As you heard him closing the door, you felt a shiver running down your spine.

"Benvenuti nella mia modesta dimora," Secondo said with a playful flair, gesturing towards his cozy space. "Make yourself comfortable." He walked towards you, stopping behind you, and resting a warm hand on your shoulder.

His touch on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to freeze in place. "W-Which movie a-are we going to watch?" you stammered, trying to compose yourself as his hand moved from your shoulder to your arm, gently caressing it.

"It's 'The Devil's Advocate,'" he replied, pulling back his hand and walking toward the bed. "Have you ever watched it?" he asked, turning to look at you.

"No, I haven't," you replied, trying to hide the fact that you had actually watched the movie before. "I've heard good things about it though."

Secondo grinned, seemingly pleased with your response. "Eccellente! I think you'll enjoy it."

"Where are we going to watch it?" you inquired.

"Here, on the bed," he answered casually, gesturing towards the comfortable space nearby.

As the words left his lips, a subtle warmth crept onto your cheeks. Your eyes followed his movements as he gracefully removed his jacket suit, unbuttoning his vests, and placing them on a nearby chair. You felt hypnotized as he loosened his tie around his neck. Your gaze drawn to him, captivated by his every move. The simple act of untying the knot felt strangely intimate. As the tie finally came undone, he placed it on the chair, turning to face you with a soft smile.

"But before we watch it, do you want to take a shower? I presume you came from work, you must be tired, tesoro," Secondo suggested, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"I-I... I don't have clothes to do it, sir," you hesitated, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"You don't need to worry," he reassured you with a warm smile, "you can use one of the bathrobes when you are done."

The idea of freshening up after a long day at work sounded tempting, and the thought of wearing a soft bathrobe, added a hint of extra comfort. With a nod and a shy smile, you accepted his offer.

As you headed to the bathroom, you closed the door behind you, taking a deep breath. Your thoughts started to run freely on your mind; what are you doing? You are in your client's hotel room, taking a shower on his bathroom, and you are going to wear one of his bathrobes? What about what you just saw? The way he removed each part of his clothes, felt so intimate.

You hook your head undressing, you let the clothes fall to the floor, feeling a sense of release. You decided that a hot shower was just what you needed to unwind and collect your thoughts. Stepping into the shower, you turned the faucet, and the hot water cascaded down, the warmth enveloped your tired body, easing the tension from your muscles.

With a deep breath, you turned off the shower, feeling a sense of calm washing over you. Wrapping yourself in a soft towel, you dried your body, getting one of the bathrobes hanged on the wall, dressing it.

When you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush bathrobe, you found Secondo waiting for you with a welcoming smile, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard. At this moment, only the bedside table lamps were turned on, casting a soft glow that illuminated the space with a dim.

"Feeling better now, mio sole?"

You nodded walking to the bed to join him. "Yes, Secondo. Thank you for letting me take a shower." You sat beside him on the bed leaving a small space between you two.

"Sono contento di averti aiutato a rilassarti, spero di poterti far rilassare ancora di più," he murmured, gazing at you. "Should we start our movie now?" With a playful tilt of his head, he looked at you upside down.

You nodded in agreement, grabbing the sheets, covering your legs. You both settled into a comfortable position, ready to continue the movie night that had already become so much more than just watching films.

As the movie played, you found yourself fully immersed in the plot, trying your best to act surprised or shocked at certain twists, even though you knew what was coming. Secondo seemed to be enjoying himself too, occasionally glancing over at you to gauge your reactions.

But after a long day, as the silence enveloped the room and the movie played softly on the TV, you couldn't help but feel your eyelids growing heavy. Seeking comfort, you instinctively leaned into Secondo, who seemed to notice your tiredness and adjusted his position to accommodate you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

As you opened your eyes, you found yourself in the embrace of Secondo's comforting arm. Blushing, you quickly sat up, pulling away from him.

"I'm sorry, Secondo," you mumbled, apologizing for your actions.

"It's alright, tesoro," he smiled warmly, reaching over to turn off the TV. "I didn't know you were such a cuddler," he teased.

"I guess I didn't either," you smiled shyly, glancing at him. "It's just that the movie was so cozy, and your arm… it felt nice."

"My arm felt nice?" He responded playfully.

You nodded, turning your gaze away slightly embarrassed. What were you saying at this point? Were you that tired?

"No," he said, gently holding your chin to turn your face towards him. "Look at me and answer my question, tesoro."

You met his gaze, captivated by his heterochromatic eyes. "Yes, Secondo. Your arm felt nice," you admitted.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Secondo's eyes as a playful smile formed on his lips. "Well, tesoro, I must say your confession is quite intriguing," he teased, the warmth of his voice sending a tingling sensation through your body.

"W- Why?" you stammered.

"Because," Secondo began, his voice soft and filled with amusement, "I've never had anyone find my arm so cozy during a movie before. It's quite the unique compliment."

"Well, I guess I have a talent for finding coziness in unexpected places," you replied, trying to match his playful tone.

Secondo chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "I suppose you do, tesoro," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I have to admit, I find your cuddling skills quite endearing."

"Endearing?" you repeated, the word making your heart skip a beat.

"Yes," he confirmed, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "There's something about you that makes me want... more."

"Mo-"

Before you could say something, his lips collapsed on yours. Your breath caught in surprise, but you quickly melted into the kiss. His lips were soft and warm against yours, his hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around Secondo's neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands held you firmly yet tenderly, as if he never wanted to let you go. You felt his tongue brush lightly across your lips and you opened them for him, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. You tasted him, a tease that was both sweet and bitter at the same time. His tongue moved inside of your mouth, exploring every part of it. The kiss became more passionate as your own tongue began to move against his. Secondo broke the kiss and looked at you with a smile.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "You know, I've been wanting for this ever since I first saw you."

"Se-"

He kissed you again, this time harder. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue explored your mouth. You could feel yourself getting wetter as his kisses became more urgent. Secondo, reached for the knot in your bathrobe, untying it, slowly sliding his warm hand under the fabric of it holding your waist in a firm grip bringing you closer to him.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, looking at your eyes. Gently, his fingertips traced a delicate path from your waist to your thigh, resting it between your legs. Your body shuddered as he teased you with the tip of his finger, just brushing against your wetness. You purred, arching your back as he slid his fingers along your folds, slowly parting them, letting his thumb brush over your clit.

He leaned in, his lips tenderly brushed against your neck. You arched your neck slightly, giving him better access, and let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his warm lips left a trail of kisses on your skin. Your hands went for the back of his neck, scratching it with your nails.

"Secondo..." you gasped, your heart pounding with a mix of emotions. "We shouldn't be doing this."

He immediately pulled away, sitting on the bed. "Mi dispiace, mio sole," he said softly, a hint of regret in his voice. "You don't want it?" he inquired, concern evident in his eyes.

"No," you watched him start to get up, panic briefly flooding your thoughts. "Wait!" You reached for his arm, kneeling on the bed in front of him. "I do, but... we should be careful. I don't want things to get complicated."

"Why would they?" he asked, looking at you.

"I value our friendship, and you're my client, Secondo," you continued, "and I don't want anything to jeopardize it. But..." You hesitated, searching for the right words. "I can't deny the attraction I feel for you." You ran your fingers on his shoulder getting closer to him.

"But don't you think it's worth the risk?" he asked. "I can't deny the way I feel when I'm with you, and I believe there's something between us." He took a bold move, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

"Y-Yes..." you replied breathlessly, your face inching closer to his, you ghosted your lips against his.

You both closed the distance between your lips, kissing tenderly. You felt his tongue slide into your mouth, and you returned it with your. Your hands ran up and down his back as your bodies pressed together. His hands grabbed your ass, pulling you closer to him. Your hands slid under his shirt, caressing his chest. He groaned against your lips, breaking the kiss.

"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need to fuck you."

"Oh, God!" you gasped by his words.

"Shhh... Don't bring God into this, instead, call for me, la mia piccola luce solare." He laughed, a deep rumble that sent chills through you.

"What did you say?" you asked.

"Call for me, my little sunshine." He repeated.

His hands reached for the belt on your bathrobe, untying it once again, letting it fall open. Slowly, he slid the sleeves from your arms, undressing you. He took a step back, looking at you. His eyes traced every single curve of your body as he moved his hands to his shirt, starting to unbutton it.

"I want to see all of you," he whispered. "Show me all of you."

Your hands went to your hair, combing through it slowly. Your hands then traveled down your neck, tracing your collarbone. He watched you intently, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. Your hands traveled further down, to your breasts, squeezing them gently. You heard him groan, while his hands reached for his pants, undoing them quickly.

"I want to watch you play with yourself." He grinned.

You sat on the bed, eyes locked with him. You slowly spread your legs, licking your fingers before going down with them between your legs. You began to rub your clit slowly, teasing it. You could feel how wet you were. You moaned softly, with your eyes never leaving his face, watching him watch you.

"Sei così bella," he whispered. "Davvero molto bella."

You looked down at him, biting your lips. He removed his shirt and pushed off his pants and boxers, letting them fall on the floor. You watched it bounce as he removed his underwear, his shaft was already hard. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. He leaned forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes, arching your back. You grabbed his head with your other hand, holding it there as your fingers never left your clit. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue across your nipple.

He released your breast, trailing kissed down your stomach. He stopped when he got to your core, kissing it lightly, moving his way down. He looked up at you, grinning. He lowered his head, and he began to kiss your inner thighs, teasing you. You held your breath, wanting more than anything feel his mouth on you. But he wouldn't give it to you, instead, he ran his tongue over your flesh, making you gasp.

"Don't move, capisci?" he ordered, in a serious tone. "Let me taste you."

He moved away from your flesh, running his tongue up your slit, stopping just short of your clit. You wanted to grab his head and pull him into your wetness, but you were trying your best to not move. Instead, you let out a soft moan. He continues to tease you, moving his tongue around your core, tasting your juices. You could tell he was enjoying himself, but he wasn't going to give you what you wanted, not yet.

Moving back up, he kissed your clit, making you moaning loudly. You pushed your hips up to meed his tongue. He flicked his tongue over your clit, and you cried, closing your eyes. He moved his tongue faster, moving it up and down. He moaned as you did it, you could felt the vibration of it through your clit. He kept moving his tongue up and down, as his fingers moved to your entrance, sliding two fingers inside you, pounding you with them. He used his thumb to rub your clit, making you moan his name. Secondo moved his finger faster, sliding them in and out of you.

"You like this, tesoro? Does it feels good?"

"Y-Yes, S-Secondo... Is amazing, please don't stop." You moaned breathless.

You were close to cumming, your muscles were tightening around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of you. You whimpered, but he ignored you, moving his fingers close to your face. You opened your eyes, looking at him. He smiled, and he lowered his fingers to your lips. You wrapped your lips around them, sucking it hard.

He stood up, holding the back of your hand with his other hand, sitting you on the bed. You saw his hardness in front of your face. You grabbed it, stroking it, opening your mouth and he pushed it in. You wrapped your lips around his shaft, sucking him off. You heard him groaning as he grabbed your hair, pulling your head towards his length deep inside your mouth. You let out a surprise moan, sucking him hungrily. He let go of your hair, and he put his hands on your shoulders. He thrust his hips slowly, moving him in and out of your mouth.

You sucked him harder, moving your tongue along the shaft. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He picked up speed, moving his hips faster. He grabbed your hair again, forcing his length deeper into your mouth. You gagged slightly, but you didn't want him to stop. He continued with his movements, and you tried to relax your throat. He let go of your hair, and he pulled out of your mouth.

"Your mouth is amazing, cuore mio." He grinned at you, and he took hiss length in his hand, stroking it gently.

You looked up at him, panting and smiling. He laid you down on the bed, spreading your legs wide. He leaned down his body on top of yours, supporting himself with one of his hands on the mattress. You reached for his arm caressing from it to his face.

You held his face, lifting your head in his direction, giving him a slight peck on his lips. "Please, Secondo, fuck me," you whispered with your mouth closer to his.

Without think twice, he pushed his length inside you. You gasped, feeling him filling you up. He slid his member in and out of you slowly, letting you get use to it.

"Fuck! Secondo!", you reached for his arms, holding it firmly. "You are so big, feels so good." You moaned, loving how he filled you you up.

"Does it? Does it feels good in your tight pussy?" He grabbed your hips, thrusting it in and out of you.

You moaned, biting your lip, nodding with your head. "Ye-Ah! Fuck! It feels amazing, Secondo, it feels so good."

He picked up speed, thrusting his length inside of you harder, slamming him into you. You grid your hips against his, while he pumped you hard. You screamed, squeezing your walls around his hardness.

"Tesoro, cazzo! Don't clench around my cock, it makes you even tighter." He pulled out, panting. "Turn around." He commanded.

You turned around, getting on your knees and hands. He grabbed your hips, pulling you toward him. You could feel his hardness sliding between your slick folds, with the tip of it softly poking your clit.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, piccola diavoletta." He said guiding his length back inside you.

He thrust his shaft inside you, pounding you hard. You screamed, gripping the sheets underneath you, trying to keep yourself from falling down. You lowered your back, sticking up your ass in his direction, feeling him slapping your cheeks.

"Oh! Secondo, yes!," you moaned rolling back your eyes. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me!"

"You like this, don't you? You like to be fucked hard, you like to feel my cock on your tight pussy, sì?" He asked, making you moan.

"Yes! Yes, I love it! I love being fucked by you Secondo!" You cried, rolling your hips around his length.

"I know you do. You're such a good girl, aren't you, tesoro?" He moved his hand to your back, caressing it with his fingertips.

"Yes, I am! Please, fuck me harder!" You looked at him above your shoulder.

He slapped your ass, making you squeal, slamming his member inside you. You reached down, rubbing your clit, while he grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him, leaving you on your knees. He pulled out of you, and he aimed his length at your clit.

"Togli la tua mano." He whispered in your ear, holding your hand, removing it from between your legs.

You felt him rubbing the his member all over your clit, rubbing all your wetness all over it. He groaned, sliding it inside of you. You closed your eyes, biting your lip.

"You're so tight, so wet, so hot." He whispered, sliding himself in and out of you faster and faster.

He grabbed your breasts, squeezing it hard, and you could feel yourself dripping all over his shaft. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

"Sei così bella," he kissed your neck. "Sei mia." He slowed down, sliding his shaft inside you, pumping it slowly.

He slid it inside you, then pulled it out. He did it again, and again, causing you to moan, squeezing your walls around his hardness. He kept doing it, and you felt your legs trembling. You reached for the back of his neck, opening your eyes.

"Please... Don't do it, please just keep fucking me." You begged, seeing him turning his face to you looking inside of your eyes.

He pushed it deeper than before, filling your inside with all his hardness, hitting the right spot inside of you. You widen open your eyes, opening your mouth in a silent moan, watching a mischievous smile on his lips. He rested his hands on your waist, starting to move roughly inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. You felt him pump inside you, and you clenched your wall around his hardness, tighter than before, feeling him pulsating inside of you.

He leaned forward, kissing you passionately, pushing his tongue deep inside your mouth. Your body tingled, making him tightening his grip on your waist. You nibbled his lower lip, pulling it softly. Your hand reached for the back of his head, deepening the kiss. He moaned, pressing his member deeper inside you. You arched your back, feeling his hand reaching down, rubbing your clit.

He broke the kiss going to your neck with his lips, kissing it, sucking on your skin. You pushed your hips against him, wanting him to go deeper. He slipped it out of you, and laid you down on the bed facing him.

"I need to... to cum." You whispered, breathless, looking at him.

He let out a devilish laugh, grabbing your legs pulling them to his shoulders. He positioned himself between your legs, pushing his length inside of you, slowly.

He cupped your face, delicately stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I'm going to make you cum, tesoro. I'm going to make you cum all over my cock."

He started to move inside of you, hitting the right spot. His hand left your cheek, going down to your clit, rubbing with the same rhythm of his thrusts. He pumped his shaft inside you, making you scream. You threw your head back, biting your lip.

"Fuck! Secondo, I'm going to cum soon." You said breathing heavily.

"Merda! You're so tight!" He exclaimed, speeding up his pace.

You opened your mouth in a silent moan, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, cumming hard, shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. He slowed down, letting you to recover. Gently, Secondo touched your clit, rubbing it between his fingers. Your walls clenched around his hardness, wanting more.

He pulled out of you causing you to sigh. He took off your legs from his shoulders, getting up from the bed.

"Tesoro," he called for you in a sharp tone.

"Si...Sir..." you replied, looking at him in front of you.

"Kneel." He pointed to the space on the floor between him and the bed.

Even with your body trembling from the orgasm he have just gave you, you managed to find strength to get up from the bed and keel in front of him. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back.

"Open your mouth." He murmured.

You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue, looking at him. He placed his hardness in your tongue, sliding it through your tongue. You closed your mouth around him, sucking on it. He pushed it deeper in your mouth, holding your head. You chocked on his hardness as he moved it back and forth deep on your throat.

"Cazzo! I don't know what is tighter, your mouth or your pussy." He growled, pulling out his hardness from your mouth, quickly stroking it with his hand, resting the tip on your tongue. "I'm going to cum, tesoro, I- Oh!"

With a loud moan, he held the base of his length, spilling his hot seed all over your tongue. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth in your tongue. He removed his length from your mouth, and you closed it, swallowing his seed.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him smiling proudly. His hand went from your face, cupping your cheek, rubbing it gently with his fingertips.

"You're really a good girl, sì?" He reached for your hand, helping you to get up from the floor.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the warmth of his hands on your back as you rested your arms on his shoulders, while the other gently caressed your thigh. You couldn't resist the urge to lean in and give him a soft, tender peck on the lips. With a gentle yet firm grip, he lifted you off the ground, guiding you to lay down on the bed. He laid down beside you, grabbing the sheets, covering both of you.

He turned his body towards you, pulling you close. He hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead.

"You were so good... So amazing" he murmured, brushing his lips on your forehead.

"Me!?" You turned your body to him, resting your arm on his waist. "You were the amazing one here!"

"Shhh... accept my compliment, sì?" He smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose. "Now I need to take a quick nap, before we keep going."

"What!?" You exclaimed, looking at him surprised.

"Oh, mia barista preferita, you really thought this would be the only round tonight?" He grinned at you. "I'd highly recommend you to do the same."

You blushed watching him closing his eyes. You closed the small gap between you to, pressing your body against his. You felt him wrapping his arms around you, tightly. Resting your forehead on his chest, you couldn't help but smile, you couldn't believe in what have just happened. It was better then you ever thought it would be.

And well, judging by the first round, maybe it would be a smart move to join him in a nap.

Grammar ⸻

(Mia) barista preferita - My favorite bartender Mio sole - My sun Grazie - Thank you Buona sera - Good evening Benvenuti nella mia modesta dimora - Welcome to my humble abode Eccellente - Excellent Tesoro - Treasure Sono contento di averti aiutato a rilassarti, spero di poterti far rilassare ancora di più - I'm glad I could help you to relax, hopefully I can make you relax even more Mi dispiace - I'm sorry La mia piccola luce solare - My little sunshine Sei così bella (...) Davvero molto bella - You're beautiful (...) Very beautiful Cuore mio - My heart Cazzo - Fuck Merda - Shit Togli la tua mano - Take off your hand Capisci? - Do you understand? Sei mia - You're mine (Piccola) Diavoletta - Little devil girl Sì - right/yes

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tinydeskwriter · 2 years

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Traitor Extra: 73 Questions With Vogue

singer!reader

summary: Y/n Y/l/n receives Joe Sabia for a 73 questions interview, with three very special appearances.

word count: 1859

warnings: fluff

A/n: So is the end of the mystery of who’s Y/n ‘New Man’, just so you guys know: the choice was made by popular demand. Here you also get to find out the name and genre of Y/n and Harry’s twins. This is a Fluff with happy, motherly, in love Y/n.

73 QUESTIONS WITH Y/N Y/L/N | VOGUE |2023

It starts with Joe Sabia's hand pressing the golden floral-framed doorbell, and then focusing on the light blue wooden gate with cast iron flowers detailing that almost disappeared into the exposed brick wall covered in white Wisterias.

Extremely English for a home in Brentwood, California.

Seconds passed before the door was opened by a smiling Y/n Y/l/n. "Joe! Hi, come, let's go inside." The British Pop Icon stepped aside giving him space to enter the property. The camera briefly focused on the surrounding huge whimsical garden, all very green and a little wild, with a bigger variety of flower than one would think possible, there were some fountains, and a small artificial pond with fish.

The camera focused on the children's toys scattered around the garden before refocusing on the woman they were there to interview.

“Hey, Y/n! Thanks for having us, are you ready to answer 73 Questions with Vogue?"

The twenty-six-year-old woman was as impeccable as ever. The long wavy hair that was almost a trademark of hers along with the red lipstick, was down, looking very natural and relax. She wore a red linen ensemble of top showing her midriff and mid-skirt from Cult Gaia, showing off her bare feet with impeccable manicure and gold anklets.

"Oh I'm so excited, I've been waiting a while for this moment." The woman confessed, walking backwards and leading him through the immense garden. The camera panned briefly to the house's garage, where a few cars were outside, before refocusing on the path to the house.

"Good, I know how busy you are, so let's get this thing done."

Y/n tossed her hair back and looked at the camera. "OK, let's go."

"How would you describe your life right now?"

"Hectic." The singer said with a big smile. "I've just finished a leg of my world tour, I've started filming a movie, I'm writing songs for my next album, we are expanding Greentable, we've just moved into this house and I have two little monsters that have arrived in the terrible-two phase."

"England or America?"

"England is a part of me and will always have my heart, I'm always visiting but these days America is my home."

"Something that irritates you deeply?"

"Today?" She asked twirling the ends of her hair around her fingers. "That my children speak with an American accent." The woman shook her head as Joe laughed.

Y/n she was famous for her RP accent, something that had famously earned her the nickname 'Queenie' among her intimate circle of friends —which included some of Hollywood's most A-listed names—.

"How big is the garden and backyard space on this property?" Joe asked curiously, they were only able to see the roof of the house over the treetops for now, the house was hidden by the garden.

"Approximately 4 and a half acres." She answered. "We like outdoor space for the kids to have where to let off steam without wreaking the house, and I love a garden."

They finally reached the lawn in front of the house, a huge white exposed brick Italianate house surrounded by floral bushes. Y/n guided Joe across the porch, and they finally entered the house.

"This house looks like it belongs in another era." The camera panned to show the spacious entrance hall of the house.

"And it belongs." The English woman agreed. "It was built in 1875 in Memphis, it was going to be torn down so they could build a new skyscraper on the land, I fell in love, so we hired a company to 'dismantle' the house and transport it to California."

"What's your favorite room in the house?" The camera followed Y/n as she gave the ‘tour’ of the house.

"The kitchen, is where we always end up getting together, when people come home, on a daily basis as a family." The singer said leading them to the kitchen. "The kitchen is truly the heart of the home."

The kitchen was large, predominantly green and retro-style, the green enamel Aga stove was large enough to cook for an army, and the dark wooden French farmhouse table was large and could easily fit more than ten people, cookbooks could be seen on the shelves, and flowers in vases occupied almost every surface.

"Do you cook?"

"Always." The woman opened the fridge and took out a pitcher. "Do you want iced tea? I made it just before you arrived."

"Please." Joe accepted, the camera following Y/n as she took two glasses from the cupboard.

"My partner and I always cook together," She said pouring the tea into the cups, "and Sunday family lunch is sacred, so it's usually me, my mother-in-law, and my sister-in-law in the kitchen, gossiping about the men and the kids, while the men grill the meat in the backyard." Y/n smiled at the camera handing the cup to Joe. "All very domestic."

"This is amazing." Joe complimented the tea while Y/n took a sip.

"Thank you, it's a blend my mother taught me when I was little, all fresh fruit and herbs from my kitchen garden," she said, putting the jar in the fridge. "The children love to help me pick fruits, vegetables, herbs… we have to get creative not to waste, because my little monsters always pick way too much."

"Supermarket or Farmers' Market?"

"My vegetable garden." She answered. "But if I don't have it in my garden I'll go to the nearest Farmers Market." Y/n put the used cups on the sink. "I was always worried about what I put in my body, but after I had kids it got worse, that's what inspired me to found 'Greentable', only organic, unprocessed, with natural preservatives and at affordable prices, healthy shouldn't be expensive." The singer guided Joe out of the kitchen, down a hallway with both walls covered in books.

"Maximalist or Minimalist?" The camera filmed around the colorful room, before returning to Pop Icon's face.

Y/n had a pointed look, opening his hands to the room they were in.

"Please, maximalist."

"How would you describe your decorating style?"

"Granny Chic, Wes Anderson-inspired with a touch of Gucci Home extravaganza." She led him across the living room, the camera focusing on the awards scattered across the furniture surfaces, and the Gucci pillows strewn across the velvet sofas.

"Living Style Icon?"

"Oh My, you want to cause a war." She joked as she picked up a pillow from the floor and placed it on the couch, sitting up and resting her face in her hands, it was a known fact that her friend group had a few of the most fashionable people in the world. "I'll say Sir Elton John, I love him, he's a very dear friend."

"Most iconic person you've collaborated with on a song?"

"Sir Elton John." She said with a smile, standing up.

"Most sentimental gift you've ever received?"

"It wasn't for me, it was for my kids." The camera followed her into the room that was clearly a music room. "Taylor Swift gave them hand-stitched blankets made from the fabric of her dresses with their embroidered initial, it is really adorable."

"Your kids are two years old and so far their names haven't been revealed in public, I can't wait any longer," Joe laughed. "Are you going to reveal their name to me?"

Y/n gave a harmonious laugh, sitting on the piano bench and crossing her leg, she was silent for half a second, before pointing to the wooden chests in the corner of the room with their names written in golden calligraphy.

"Love Helene and Angel Apollo Y/L/n-Styles." The Englishwoman said with a soft smile. "The name really suits them, Lovie is the most loving child, she's exuberant and outgoing, Pollo is more shy until he gets more familiar with someone, but he's usually the better behaved of the two." She said getting up and opening the French windows that overlooked the backyard, the childish screams and the male voice invaded the room. "Love is our little tyrant, whenever all the cousins get together she's the one who runs the group, no matter she's the youngest."

“What is your pet peeve?” He followed her to the porch.

"A camera in my face." She said with a raised eyebrow.

"What's your perfect day off like?"

"My children, my partner and I at home." They circled the porch closer to the noise, her smile grew.

"Last country you visited?"

"England." She said quickly, without needing to think. “The children went to visit their Granny.”

"A country you'd like to visit next?"

"We are planning a family trip to Kenya." The singer confessed walking down the steps to the backyard.

The camera focused on the backyard, in the background you could see the pool and a sports court, and on the lawn Y/n's companion of almost two years was running after the children. The three had excited smiles on their faces as they played. The man finally caught the little girl in white jumpsuit knitted with pink hearts, her squeal of joy was infectious.

"It's always like that?" Joe asked, as Y/n and he approached the group.

"Always, it's rare to have moments of silence around here." She said being attacked by screams of 'Mummy'.

Y/n bent down picking Pollo in her arms. The handsome little boy hid his face in his mother's neck as soon as he saw the camera with Joe, making the woman laugh. She ran her hand down his back in a soothing manner, whispering in his ear till the little boy turned and waved to the camera.

Angel Apollo had curly brown hair, rosy skin, and his father’s famous emerald green eyes, he was Harry’s carbon copy, even the dimples that showed as soon as he gave Joe a shy smile.

"He's shy." Y/n smiled at Joe, the two turned to watch the man approaching them with the little girl on his shoulders.

From a distance it was possible to see that Love Helene was Y/n mini me, except the eyes, she shared her brother’s emerald green eyes.

"Michael B Jordan." Joe greeted the actor.

Michael B Jordan and Y/n Y/l/n were the power couple the world was in love with, since the older actor had walked with Y/n on the red carpet at Elvis' Cannes premiere.

"Hey Joe!" Michael smiled at the man as he kissed the side of his partner's head, taking Love off his shoulders and carefully lowering her to the floor.

Y/n put Angel down, instructing the two kids to go play in the playhouse, where they could see them.

"Do you mind answering a few questions?"

"I'm ready! Let's go." The Creed III actor and director said with his typical winning smile, clapping his hands.

"Do you mind telling us how you and Y/n met?" the group of three sat on the beautiful vintage rattan set displayed on the lawn, Michael and Y/n sharing the daybed while Joe took one of the chairs.

"Met Gala 2018, I saved this one from breaking her neck on the MET steps."

Y/n rolled his eyes at his partner's 'man' way of telling the story.

"An actress had a very voluminous dress, and when she turned around, her skirt pushed me." She detailed better. "It just so happens that we were standing on the edge of the stairs, in my head everything happened in slow motion, I thought: Okay, I'll be the first person to die at the Met Gala, has anyone ever died at the Met Gala?" She then looked up at Michael, her eyes showing pure adoration. "I just felt someone grab my wrist and pull me, and there he was, we became friends after that."

The couple shared a loving look—that everyone watching would correct call ’eye love-making’—.

"How would you describe Y/n Y/l/n in three words?"

"Queen…Goddess…" He said with a playful smile as the woman pushed him away, an equally big smile on her face. "Mine?" the third word came out more like a question directed at the singer.

"Yours." She agreed.

#harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine

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filledwithair · 1 year

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Gia di Fiore, better known as Maze, the lead singer of Chronically Unfinished. Happy girl with a broken heart who is definitely not over her ex girlfriend bestfriend

This is th MC of @infamous-if, my new hyperfixation

A few facts abour her and the band

Full name: Gianna di Fiore

Stage name: Maze, she grew up reading percy jackson

Band name: Chronically Unfinished. They were teens when they came up with the name, it had to be dramatic and intense. Pretty sure Rowan thought it sounded funny

Gender: female (she/her)

Singing and speaking voice: Reneé Rapp, the girl can belt

Music genre: popy sound heavy on instruments. Leah Kate meets Dylan with a bit of Em Beihold

"Echoes" is the band best song at the moment and the only one that makes mention to seven's departure and the hurt that came with it. Gia refuses to sing about it, about the break up, about her relatiomship with seven, about how she fell in love with her and still is

Personality: there are big diferentes between Maze and Gia. In stage Maze bask in the atention, she is the personification of confidence. She's funny, witty and even flirty but on top of that, she is nice. Probably that kindness is the nexus between Gia and Maze.

Gia is a bit like Clark Kent, when she leaves the satge and put on her glasses that halo of attacttion dissipate, and she loves it. Loves being more unknown than Maze, loves her baggy jeans and her oversized hoodie. Loves walking around being a nobody.

Her life would be so much easier being a nobody but she was born to make music, it's her dream and she has already lost to much to give it up, so she'll have to come to terms with her life being public.

Random facts and a few headcanons:

☆ Gia plays the piano

☆ She kinda hated her last name but Seven used to call her tulip so she didn't care that much

☆ She was born in Milan but moved to the states when she was 8

☆ Speaks italian fluently, she even has a couple of songs in her journal

☆ Noboy reads her journal. Only Seven did. Sometimes.

☆ Plays the piano and uses it for songwriting. Will fight anyone to prove that her instrument is the best

☆ She went to college, studied history specialising in greece and the roman empire. Tough years.

☆ Her parents paid for it thinking she would forget about music

☆ Gia loves football, the european one and one of her dreams is going back to milan and watch a match in San Siro and sing "Sarà perché ti amo"

☆ She sang that song to seven and now it hurts a bit but...whatever

☆ Her journal is full of dodles

☆ Exercise is one of her coping mechanisms

☆So is smoking, something really bad for the lead singer but only does it when stressed

☆ Gia doesn't know how she ended up with so many tattos, it was going to be only one. She covers seven's initials with bracelets can't bring herself to erased them

☆ For some reason she's in love she still keeps a necklace with the letter S

☆ This is the pinterest, mostly vibes

☆ Not every song sees the light

#infamous #infamous if #seven lawless #if #interactive fiction #my mc #i love this story #it has drama #tons of it #and music #and it's so deep #sorry for any mistakes english isn't my first lenguage #i know i'm gonna enjoy this if a lot #thanks really

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chris-continues · 9 months

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uhhh hi! so gonna indulge you with livio rq, but dates with livio? (any au of your choice, go nuts)

Dates w/ Livio

He’s the lead singer <3

NOTES: so because I’m biased I’m doing band au Livio (he has been on my brain a lot lately) thank you for the ask! Also I made the header on my own lmao, I couldn’t find any exactly how I wanted. If you note the pictures there are HC’s for each one hehe <3

TAGS: @linkdedruid @macncherries @captaintweet @h4venpha @millionsvash @beanibon @vashfantasy

-a date w/ Livio most of the time means a chill hangout, preferably inside. He’s a pretty introverted guy and wants to have you to himself for a bit! The band is nice but he does like alone time with you and your shared other partners.

-I think he had the idea of a band and shyly spoke up with lyric ideas- of which he jots down in a cute mini notebook (he uses his notes app when he’s in a rush)

-in said notebook, he may or may not have done the little heart with both of your guys’ initials. Seeing your names so close makes his chest tighten and his mouth dry. Razlo teases him about this, and when Wolfwood discovers it he just simply cackles at how enamored Livio is with you.

-shyly pressing closer to you, until you’re side to side. You share headphones while he tries to compose lyrics with the sample music sent to him, tapping his thigh in thought. Ever since the band started, he’s been studying what works with what- he’s got a sense for it, practiced and cultivated.

-If you have a creative outlet yourself, dates with him where you’re body doubling and doing your own thing is absolutely amazing <3

-although if you ever want to go out, he isn’t opposed. Although he will prefer somewhere quiet- cafe dates are something you both enjoy. Shyly sharing pastries- despite his edgy appearance he’s so very soft.

-I think one thing he’d like is doing those cute couple pottery classes <3 he’s got large hands but they’re oh so gentle- making tableware for you. Later, if you’d like, he’d love to have you over at his place or go over to yours and cook with you, putting your new creations to use.

-The tableware is cute, the rim of the bowl is a bit wobbly but there are small cute designs with a lot of care put into it, or a mug, or a plate… (this becomes a new favorite date idea)

-that evolves into a cooking date^^, sometimes you just skip the pottery and cook though. Livio does order takeout from time to time, however to ensure Nico didn’t end up living off of pizza pockets and frozen garlic bread (call it an Italian special, if you will) he had to learn to cook. Which he does pretty well >:)

-a usual: pasta is something simple. He likes pesto with his pasta, but it’s fine if you don’t! Whatever you like, he will do anything to please you. He loves cooking with you, however on days where he’s noticed you look a little tired or your week has been rough (or if he just plain wants to treat you) he will suggest you sit down while he takes care of dinner.

-some dates, you end with dessert! Sometimes, he’ll make something. A personal favorite you both like is mini chocolate chip pie cookies in a ramekin with ice cream <3

-he often wears jewelry he gets from Nico, which if you’d like to wear some of his pieces he most definitely isn’t opposed to it. On some dates, you’ll thrift and he’ll shyly see something he likes for you, double check with Nico, etc. he has your sizes for clothes somewhere in his notes app <3

-overall, a date with Livio is a comforting, healing experience and never fails to disappoint. He’s so soft and gentle that he’s never unpleasant or tiring, and always cares for you and your needs- whether it be supporting your creative efforts, gifting you something small, or cooking with him/him cooking for you, it’s absolutely wonderful.

#livio #trigun #trigun stampede #chris writes #band au #Trigun band au #band au livio #livio the double fang #tristamp #livio x you #livio x reader

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opera-ghosts · 3 months

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Edith Helena - Verdi: Il TROVATORE, Tacea la notte placida, 1913 High E-flat

THE SONGBIRD: Edith Helena (1876–1956) was born in Brooklyn as Edith Helen Seymour, however her stage name became the Italian-sounding Edith Helena. Her mother had been a singer for the Mapleson company and her grandfather was an actor. Helena's rise to fame came through vaudeville from 1902 to 1909, where she specialized in high florid singing and violin imitations (performing melodies in a high, smooth vocalise style -- you can find a few of these novelty recordings posted on YouTube.). In 1910 she joined the Aborn Grand Opera Company and toured until 1917 singing roles such as Gilda, Violetta, Lucia, and Martha, as well as Aida, Butterfly, and Elsa of Brabant. Helena sang leading roles with the Century Opera Company from 1918 to 1921 and then returned to vaudeville until she retired in 1929.

THE MUSIC: Verdi's "Il Trovatore" premiered in Rome in 1853 and became his most popular opera for decades. There were 229 productions worldwide in the three years following its premiere. It still considered a staple of the standard repertoire and ranks 22nd on the list of most performed operas worldwide according to Operabase.com. Leonora, the prima donna, is a noble woman who falls in love with the troubadour Manrico, which inflames the jealous Count di Luna. Her first aria is the dreamy "Tacea la notte placida," which is followed by a perky and somewhat pecky florid cabaletta "Di tale amor." The score tops out at High C, but Helena throws in a High E-flat, just for good measure!

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thekidsfromyestergay · 9 months

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what’s a castrato

So! As the name probably implies, a castrato is a register only achieved by castrating a male singer before puberty to prevent the voice from dropping. The practice was popular in Italian opera, but was outlawed in 1861, and officially banned by the church in 1878. There are also incredibly rare conditions that can lead to a natural castrato range.

#never let anyone tell you opera is boring

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spextr · 3 months

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⸻ MEMBER PROFILES ; meet the members of SPEXTR.

⸻ BASICS !

FULL NAME: Park Jiwoo STAGE NAME: Astra BIRTHDATE: september 6, 2000 ZODIAC: virgo, dragon BIRTHPLACE: wonju, south korea

⸻ CAREER !

COMPANY: infinite stage entertainment YEARS TRAINED: 2023 - 2024 YEARS ACTIVE: 2024 - present GROUP: SPEXTR POSITION: leader, sub rapper

⸻ HISTORY !

as the oldest of four sisters, it is no surprise to see that Jiwoo is very protective of the girls in her group, and is truly seen as the big sister among them. even while the survival show aired it was clear that Jiwoo is a very caring person, who became a mentor figure to many of her fellow competitors. Jiwoo has always loved music, and admitted to Hyejin of SUG★R that it was always her dream to become a leader like she is. Jiwoo has quickly proven herself to be an exceptionally talented and professional idol, making fast friends with other legendary ISE idols and generally being adored by everyone that comes into contact with her.

⸻ BASICS !

FULL NAME: Cho Jimin STAGE NAME: Aurora BIRTHDATE: april 30, 2000 ZODIAC: taurus, dragon BIRTHPLACE: bucheon, south korea

⸻ CAREER !

COMPANY: infinite stage entertainment YEARS TRAINED: 2023 - 2024 YEARS ACTIVE: 2024 - present GROUP: SPEXTR POSITION: lead vocalist

⸻ HISTORY !

Jimin has always been characterized as the most classical member of the group, in part due to her history of being trained as an opera singer. from age five Jimin took vocal lessons, as well as lessons in italian and german—both of which she is fluent in now. other members admitted to being intimidated by Jimin when they first met her, and even leader Jiwoo admitted that she needed some time to warm up to the girl. she's known for her calm and stoic expressions, but she's secretly very soft and even a bit silly at times. the latter especially comes out when Jimin is seen interacting with younger members Sooyoung and Haruka.

⸻ BASICS !

FULL NAME: Hwang Chaewon STAGE NAME: Ceres BIRTHDATE: june 5, 2000 ZODIAC: gemini, dragon BIRTHPLACE: seoul, south korea

⸻ CAREER !

COMPANY: infinite stage entertainment YEARS TRAINED: 2023 - 2024 YEARS ACTIVE: 2024 - present GROUP: SPEXTR POSITION: sub vocalist, dancer

⸻ HISTORY !

Chaewon is often cited by the other members as being the most dedicated, regularly spending extra hours in the dance studio and practicing her lines until late in the night. she has always been something of a perfectionist, but she tries to not let it get in the way of having fun. people often tend to think she’s much older than she really is because of her serious attitude, and some fans even admit to thinking that she was the group’s leader when they first became fans. she is very similar to Jimin, and it is no surprise that the two of them along with Jiwoo quickly formed a friendship.

⸻ BASICS !

FULL NAME: Son Julia Haneul STAGE NAME: Nano BIRTHDATE: november 9, 2001 ZODIAC: scorpio, snake BIRTHPLACE: columbia, usa

⸻ CAREER !

COMPANY: infinite stage entertainment YEARS TRAINED: 2023 - 2024 YEARS ACTIVE: 2024 - present GROUP: SPEXTR POSITION: main rapper, vocalist

⸻ HISTORY !

having been born and raised in america, Haneul has always felt a little detached from and even embarrassed by her korean identity. it wasn’t until she began attending college that she became friends with many other korean students and began showing more interest in the country and culture. at age nineteen, she decided to dedicate more of her time to learning the language, and it was during a trip to korea with some college friends that Haneul was scouted to audition for the survival show. Haneul cites pop-punk bands such as paramore, you me at six, and fall out boy as being her initial inspiration for getting into music, but she’s recently began developing an appreciation for k-rock bands such as ISE’s S-DIVISION.

⸻ BASICS !

FULL NAME: Jeo Sojin STAGE NAME: Solar BIRTHDATE: august 6, 2001 ZODIAC: leo, snake BIRTHPLACE: busan, south korea

⸻ CAREER !

COMPANY: infinite stage entertainment YEARS TRAINED: 2023 - 2024 YEARS ACTIVE: 2024 - present GROUP: SPEXTR POSITION: dancer, sub vocalist

⸻ HISTORY !

Sojin, true to her stage name, is often referred to as the bright light of her group by the other members. even when she struggled during the survival show she was always seen smiling and trying to cheer up the others around her. Sojin credits her mother for giving her this positive attitude, as her mother always told her that she could do anything as long as she kept believing and stayed positive. Sojin struggles with social anxiety and is very outspoken about her struggles online and in interviews. she’s said that she feels that she can really depend on the other girls in her group, and specifically claimed that Haneul has been a great support to her. while Sojin is very close with all of the girls, it appears that she is closest to Haruka.

⸻ BASICS !

FULL NAME: Ji Sooyoung STAGE NAME: Juno BIRTHDATE: september 25, 2001 ZODIAC: libra, snake BIRTHPLACE: yongin, south korea

⸻ CAREER !

COMPANY: infinite stage entertainment YEARS TRAINED: 2023 - 2024 YEARS ACTIVE: 2024 - present GROUP: SPEXTR POSITION: sub vocalist, dancer

⸻ HISTORY !

while she did struggle often during the survival show, Sooyoung consistently received votes from the audience, which some attribute to her sweet and funny attitude as well as the fact that she was quick to form close friendships with the other contestants. still, there is no denying that Sooyoung is a talented idol, proving her skills time and time again on stage. to the surprise of many fans, Sooyoung also has a real talent for songwriting, being the member with the most credits on the debut album. she is good friends with ISE producer Connor Seong, and has said in interviews that she would be really interested in becoming a producer if she ever stops being an idol.

⸻ BASICS !

FULL NAME: Seo Haruka STAGE NAME: Nova BIRTHDATE: december 19, 2002 ZODIAC: sagittarius, horse BIRTHPLACE: osaka, japan

⸻ CAREER !

COMPANY: infinite stage entertainment YEARS TRAINED: 2023 - 2024 YEARS ACTIVE: 2024 - present GROUP: SPEXTR POSITION: main dancer, sub vocalist

⸻ HISTORY !

there is no denying that of all members, Haruka has had the most difficult time. from struggling during her survival show audition, to barely speaking korean at the start of BEYOND INFINITE, to allegedly being bullied by ex-member Hae Minsun, Haruka has had a lot of set-backs in her first few months of being an idol. still, Haruka has maintained a professional and even cheerful attitude through it all, consistently amazing fans with her incredible dance skills and memorable stage presence. Haruka stated that she’s been interested in becoming an idol at a very young age, and she’s a big fan of several k-pop groups. in interviews, she’s said that her favorite idol is butterflyeffect’s Bambi, even showing that she keeps a photocard of him in her phone case.

#*SPEXTR: profiles #*astra #*aurora #*ceres #*nano #*juno #*nova #*solar

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I can't not make a Clone High au

Marinette: Clone of a peasant turned royal tailor from ancient China who created fabulous garments for royalty and received praise for her work until her untimely demise when the jealous wife of the emperor poisoned her food

Adrien: Clone of a former beloved Parisian mayor from the 70s who won the hearts of all with his charisma, good looks, and natural charm… Then he got assassinated after he signed a bill to allow gay couples to adopt

Nino: Clone of a famous Moroccan director who gained recognition from his first short film which he shot in his home town. He made a name for himself, traveled, and won many awards, but then died in the 70s after someone drugged him… Because it was the 70s

Alya: Clone of a young runaway slave from Martinique in the late 1790s. She taught herself to read and wrote several books detailing the effects of Code Noir on her home. She was soon found and killed just five years before slavery was abolished. Her books were published decades later and shed some light on Martinique’s struggle

Nathaniel: Clone of a Jewish man from the 1930s who escaped the concentration camp when he was twenty and went into hiding, boarded a ship, and made it to America. He made his living as an artist, and was free to express his religion and tell his story when the war ended up until he turned 68, and died of a heart attack

Alix: Clone of a pro skater. Being female and Arab made her the target of a few choice words from competitors and spectators, but she rubbed her wins in their faces until her tragic “accident” at one event in 1978. Some jackass tampered with her wheels, and Alix landed in a horrible way. Fortunately, the asshole was arrested

Kim: Clone of a champion Olympic swimmer from the 50s. He took home gold twice and was ready to win his third gold medal. Right as he got in the water, shots rang out. A bullet hit his leg, and he sank to the bottom of the pool. (A jealous competitor resorted to drastic measures)

Max: Clone of a teenage genius from the early 70s. People thought he’d change the world with his brilliant mind. He even won a Nobel prize. The world probably would have been improved had it not been for the tragic lab fire

Juleka: Clone of a Romanian noble from the 1600s accused of kidnapping and draining young women of their blood to retain her youth. One night, the villagers stormed her manor and set fire to everything, even going so far as to lock her inside

Rose: Clone of a celebrated singer from the early 50s known for her pink rockabilly style. She died in her sleep when she was 83, and by that time, she had written over sixty songs

Ivan: Clone of a famed poet/song writer. He lived a pretty peaceful life, never got in any fights, attended protests organized by marginalized groups, and even wrote a book. He died peacefully in his sleep when he was 100

Mylène: Clone of an well known actress/activist who was protesting companies dumping lead into urban neighborhoods. Her words got their attention, but instead of being decent human beings, they poisoned her as a threat, but ended up killing her in 1978. To this day, those ass-bitches got away with it

Sabrina: Clone of a secretary from the 50s who had just about enough of her male colleagues treating her like less than the gum on the bottom of their shoes. She got up in the dead of night to paint their cars pink, filled their cars with women’s undergarments, and spiked their coffee with vodka. The cop was gonna let her off easy, but she demanded to be arrested… She shouldn’t have said that, because on their way to the prison, the cop car got t-boned bad

Chloé: Clone of a young aristocratic woman who was accused of killing her parents in cold blood in the 1800s. While she was acquitted of the charges, people still believed her to be a murderer, and she lived with that title all the way to her death

Lila: Clone of a scorned Italian woman from the late 1800s who sold out her village to a mob boss to live a life of luxury… And she did for about five weeks before one man from her village sought revenge for what the mob did to his family and shot many, including her

(Next Gen Clones)

Marc: Clone of a French writer and playwright from the 1800s whose stories mainly consisted of queer protagonists… Then he got arrested because being gay gets you in trouble in Europe during those times. He lived to be 102, and made out with so many guys in secret

Denise: Clone of a young enby from the 1960s who was part of Operation Pedro Pan to help Cuban youths escape from Castro’s regime when they were seventeen. They made it to America, faced some bigots, wrote two books detailing their life from Cuba to America, and advocated for the rights of Cuban citizens until they got sick and died in 1999

Simon: Clone of an Irish Catholic from the 1600s who hid with his family during Oliver Cromwell’s invasion and attack on the Catholics. They were going to escape together as a family, but his asshole parents left him to be killed at the hands of Cromwell himself. Prior to that, he wrote in a journal explaining the unfair treatment toward the Irish in great detail and it was soon published upon discovery

Ismael: Clone of a famed escape artist from the early 1900s. He performed all sorts of death-defying tricks until he performed one he didn’t survive- The escape from the water-filled tank trip… He forgot to hide the key on his person

Reshma: Clone of an Indian-American woman who lived a well off and made a name for herself as a fashion mogul. She used her influence to speak out against injustice against queer people and bring attention to current events in India. She died in her sleep when she was 70 in 1992

Jean: Clone of a beloved actor from the 1800s, most known for his “satirical” roles as women when really, he just likes wearing dresses, but they don’t gotta know that. However, someone found him making out with another man and killed him in his dressing room

Lacey: Clone of a famed spelunker. She has several museum wings named after her due to her discoveries, and became moderately wealthy. She continued exploring caves until her 50s when she slipped and fell into a crevice in 1978. The only thing that remained of her was a video camera with her final words

Aurore: Clone of an investigative journalist from the early 1900s reporting the abuse of conversion therapy victims. She was set to publish her story and expose the people behind the practice until she was photographed kissing a woman and dragged to a facility. Fortunately, one of her most trusted associates published her story and she was freed due to public backlash and threats against the facility. She died when she was 79

Mireille: Clone of a boxer from the 1920s who won many competitions, stole the hearts of a few women, and was on her way to greatness until a party got just a little too crazy, and she “fell” of the balcony after an encounter with an ex

Cosette: Clone of a Civil Rights activist from the 1950s who has been arrested several times for protesting. They publicly spoke out against the blatant racism in the country, and because of this, they were a person of interest for the government. She would’ve exposed the cameras and microphones she found in her home, but got into an “accident”

Zoé: Clone of a New York heiress from the early 1900s who ran off to join a rebel group that provided resources for the poor… By stealing from the rich. She hasn’t been caught once and eventually eloped with a woman five years before her death in 1997

Clone High is in Paris, secretly being run as an elaborate military experiment orchestrated by a government office called the Secret Board of Shadowy Figures

In 2003, the school is entirely populated by the clones of famous historical figures that were created and raised with the intent of having their various strengths and abilities harnessed by the military for a project called, Operation: Mighty Eagle. And one day, they will have them take over the world

One night, during a dance where everyone was in attendance, the teachers flash froze the clones to keep them out of the board’s evil hands, and the board eventually forgot about them

In secret, but they made new clones in 2007, and raised them during the twenty years that they were frozen, making the clones all roughly the same age after the Gen1 clones were unfrozen to resume Operation: Mighty Eagle

Due to being frozen for twenty years, the G1 clones are so far behind, have missed many important events, and have to learn what they can’t say that was okay in the 90s, but wrong to say now

Chloé is very put off when she realizes she’s no longer popular by today’s standards and instead, Nathaniel, Max, and Juleka are

Mme. Bustier: So, how’d the kids take it when you told them they’ve been frozen for twenty years?

Mme. Mendeleiv: Oh, I think they handled it very well.

*Earlier*

Mme. Mendeleiv: For anyone who thinks it is 2003… You are wrong!

Clone Kids: … *Freaking out*

Nino: *Holding up a cellphone* WHAT IS THIS?! *Points to a laptop* WHAT IS THAT?! *Points to Kim’s sneakers* WHAT ARE THOOOOOSE?!

Mme. Mendeleiv: It’s not 2015.

Marinette: This isn’t real! I’m dreaming!

Alya: The world is so warm!

Adrien: Guys! Guys!… Blockbuster is gone!

Rose: NOOOOO!!

Chloé: WHERE IS DESTINY’S CHILD?!

Max: There was a brother in office?!

Nathaniel: I CAN’T HANDLE THESE SUDDEN CHANGES!

*Later*

Mme. Mendeleiv: … Yeah. They’re fine.

—

M. Damocles: Here to help get you all acquainted with the future is the most popular clone and the the most conventionally attractive by today’s standards in the school.

Chloé: Finally!

M. Damocles: Chloé… Please move out of the way so everyone can see Marc Anciel, your class president!

Marc:

Chloé: Who?!

Marinette: He’s what?!

Kim: He’s a guy?

Nathaniel: I don’t care what he is, but I am smitten!

—

Alya: *Holding up a cell phone* Okay, and this is a…

Aurore: Cell phone.

Alya: How is it different from my telephone?

Aurore: For one, it’s lighter, and you can take pictures of yourself.

Alya: … No… Way!

—

Adrien: You know who's gonna get canceled? Kim. You should have heard him back in the day. That guy's always saying stupid things.

Kim: I like men and woman of any shape or size!

Aurore: Wow, a bi Himbo.

Kim: *Laughs* No, I’m not a biathlete.

Jean: Refreshing honesty.

Mireille: So uninhibited.

—

Ivan: How can you stay so calm when the world is so warm, animals are dying, children are dying, everyone is dying, and so many wars are happening now?! You see it all on your weird telephone!

Cosette: Eh, I just channel all my anxiety into something meaningful. Like traumatizing white parents with lessons on how removing critical race theory from history books will mess their kids up.

—

Nino: Ismael, what gives you the confidence to be so good at skateboarding, and magic, and chilling?

Ismael: I don't know, Nino. Guess it's just hard work and practice.

Nino: Hard work and practice? Sounds like a fool's errand; You're stupid, Ismael. We tried practicing, but we failed.

Isnael: Did y'all try practicing a second time?

Nino: Oh, let me guess. "'Cause practice makes perfect."

Ismael: No. There's no such thing as perfect. Practice makes progress.

Nino: That's a dumb saying. You're dumb. This is dumb. Everything's dumb. But, okay, we'll try.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #clone high #mlb au #clone high au #akuma class #science kids

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more …

1433 – Born: Renaissance Humanist philosopher Marsilio Ficino (d.1499). Ficino was one of the most influential humanist philosophers of the early Italian Renaissance, an astrologer, a reviver of Neoplatonism who was in touch with every major academic thinker and writer of his day, and the first translator of Plato's complete extant works into Latin. Ficino led the Platonic Academy of Florence, a circle of literary men and artists eager to learn from the man they nicknamed "alter Plato." His large "Platonica familia" included his student Lorenzo de' Medici, philosopher Pico della Mirandola, and poets Angelo Poliziano and Giovanni Cavalcanti, Ficino's dear friend. Throughout his life Ficino also corresponded with numerous prominent men of Europe, political and religious leaders as well as scholars.

Ficino encouraged his followers at the Platonic Academy to write love letters stressing the union of souls who have lost themselves in each other. Ficino's voluminous correspondence, which was published in 1495, contains many examples of such letters, including some to Giovanni Cavalcanti.

Cavalcanti (1444-1509), a handsome Florentine nobleman, lived for many years with Ficino at his villa and was an important member of the Platonic Academy. During a brief separation in 1473-1474 Ficino wrote letters to "Giovanni amico mio perfettisimo" ("Giovanni my most perfect friend") in which he declared his love and compared their union to those of illustrious male companions of classical times.

Ficino's formulation of platonic love exercised an important influence on artists in his own time and beyond, including Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci. His influence can also be seen in the homoeroticism in Michelangelo's and Shakespeare's sonnets as well as in the works of Edmund Spenser, Pierre Ronsard, and Maurice Scève.

With time Ficino's concept of platonic love, clearly a relationship between men, was heterosexualized and transformed into courtly love, a reading more acceptable to society at large. It was also subsequently desexualized entirely and came to mean a non-physical love, a notion that distorts Ficino's philosophy.

1945 – Divine (d.1988), born (Harris) Glenn Milstead, was an American actor, singer and drag queen. Described by People magazine as the "Drag Queen of the Century," Divine often performed female roles in both cinema and theater and also appeared in women's clothing in musical performances. Even so, he considered himself to be a character actor and performed male roles in a number of his later films. He was often associated with independent filmmaker John Waters and starred in ten of Waters's films, usually in a leading role. Concurrent with his acting career, he also had a successful career as a disco singer during the 1980s, at one point being described as "the most successful and in-demand disco performer in the world."

Born in Baltimore, Maryland, into a conservative, wealthy middle class family, he became involved with John Waters and his acting troupe, the Dreamlanders, in the mid-1960s and starred in a number of Waters's early films such as Mondo Trasho, Multiple Maniacs, Pink Flamingos and Female Trouble. These films have since become cult classics. In the 1970s, Milstead made the transition to theater and appeared in a number of productions, including Women Behind Bars and The Neon Woman, while continuing to star in such films as Polyester, Lust in the Dust and Hairspray.

Despite some claims made to the contrary, Divine always considered himself to be male, and was not transgender or transsexual. He used the term "Divine" as his personal name, telling one interviewer that both "Divine" and "Glenn Milstead" were "both just names. Glenn is the name I was brought up with, Divine is the name I've been using for the past twenty-three years. I guess it's always Glenn and it's always Divine. Do you mean the character Divine or the person Divine? You see, it gets very complicated. There's the Divine you're talking to now and there's the character Divine, which is just something I do to make a living. She doesn't really exist at all." At one point he had the name "Divine" officially recognized, as it appeared on his passport, and in keeping with his personal use of the name, his close friends nicknamed him "Divi".

Divine was homosexual, and during the 1980s had an extended relationship with a married man named Lee, who accompanied him almost everywhere that he went. They later separated, and Divine would go on to have a brief affair with the gay porn star Leo Ford, something that was widely written and gossiped about in the gay press. Divine would also regularly engage in sexual activities with young men that he would meet whilst performing, sometimes becoming infatuated with them: in one case, he met a young man in Israel who he slept with and subsequently wanted to bring back to the United States, something that his manager prevented him from doing.

Divine initially avoided informing the media about his sexuality, even when questioned by interviewers, and would sometimes hint that he was bisexual, but in the latter part of the 1980s decided to change this attitude, and began being open about his homosexuality. Nonetheless, he avoided getting into discussions regarding gay rights, partially at the advice of his manager, realising that it would have had a negative effect on his career.

Divine and his stage act proved particularly popular amongst gay audiences, and he appeared at some of the world's biggest gay clubs, such as Heaven in London. According to Divine's manager, Bernard Jay, this was "not because Divine happened to be a gay person himself ... but because it was the gay community that openly and proudly identified with the determination of the female character Divine".

On the evening of March 7, 1988, a week after Hairspray was released, Divine was staying at the Regency Hotel in Los Angeles. The next day, he was scheduled to film his part in the Fox network's television series Married... with Children. After dining with friends and returning to the hotel, he died in his sleep of an enlarged heart at age 42.

1968 – Blake Harper, born Peter Tiefenbach, in Windsor, Ontario, a former male nurse, became a porn star. He has shot over 60 pornographic gay films.

Harper was a registered nurse since 1989 and worked as such until a scout offered to set up a meeting with Steven Scarborough of Hot House Entertainment. Scarborough offered to shoot him in a gay adult film. He eventually appeared in around 60 gay adult films in a span of 7 years.

In 2006, he won an award for "Best Performer" at the Young Erotic Gay Video Awards known in the industry as the Grabbys. He also won the 2001 GayVN Award for "Gay Performer of the Year".

The 2004 documentary Naked Fame directed by Christopher Long is about Harper's ex-lover, another porn star, Colton Ford pursuing a career in the dance music industry while in a relationship with Harper. It also shows how Harper retires from adult films and returns to his original profession as a nurse in a bid to support his boyfriend and former porn star Colton Ford in his new music career. Colton also wrote "Love Has Found a Way" which is about his relationship with Harper

According to Ford, the two have split and Harper has moved back to Windsor and works as a nurse at a local hospital.

1930 – Henry van Ameringen, a low-key philanthropist, was an early and major donor to L.G.B.T.Q. and AIDS causes. (d.2020)

Henry Pfaltz van Ameringen was born in South Orange, N.J. His father, Arnold Louis van Ameringen, was a founder of International Flavors and Fragrances, a multibillion-dollar international business, noted for his longstanding support for mental health causes. His mother, Hedwig (Pfaltz) van Ameringen, who died in 1996, was known in particular for supporting the New York Philharmonic and Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts.In a rare interview in 2010, Mr. van Ameringen spoke of his coming of age in repressive times. “I knew very early that I was gay, so it was very uncomfortable growing up,” he said. “I don’t really have very happy memories.”

After graduating from the Georgetown University School of Foreign Service, he lived in Paris for several decades. He went into the family business and retired as European vice president for fragrance marketing.

In addition to participating in his family’s foundation, Mr. van Ameringen formed his own in 1967, the H. van Ameringen Foundation. When AIDS began to devastate the gay community, he donated to organizations that responded to the crisis.

Van Ameringen and business partner and husband T. Eric Galloway created the Lantern Organization, the Galvan Group, and the Galvan Initiatives Foundation which purchased properties in Hudson, New York, where Galloway owns a part-time residence. As of 2015, the Galvan Initiatives Foundation owned 60 parcels of land in the city with an assessed value of more than $12 million.

Mr. van Ameringen, whose father made a fortune in the fragrances business, gave away some $200 million, and was among the first openly gay major donors to fund L.G.B.T.Q. and AIDS-related organizations, both large and small, at a time before they enjoyed more mainstream support.

But Mr. van Ameringen wasn’t just a check writer, especially early in his philanthropic career. At God’s Love We Deliver, an organization founded in 1986 to bring meals to people living with AIDS in Manhattan, it was not uncommon to see him in an apron in the kitchen, or delivering meals.

1999 – A rape center organization in Vancouver was ordered to pay $2,030 in damages for banning a transgendered person from its drop-in center.

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WHATS UR GHOST DR LIKE?

AAAAAAAAAA FIRST OF ALL, I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING !!!! I MADE A TIKTOK EXPLAINING THE BASICS HERE, BUT THIS IS AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE ABOUT MY HYPERFIXATION SO I'LL PUT IT BELOW THE CUT

Ok so basically, it's is a combination of a bookstore owner DR and a DR where the lore of the band Ghost is real! So, the band itself has its own lore, like I mentioned, and its whole deal is that it is part of a (fictional!) Satanic church. (It's theistic Satanism, unlike the Satanic Temple in this reality, which doesn't actually worship Satan.) The lead singer of the band is the head of this church and has the rank of Papa (it's Italian for "Pope"), while the instrumentalists/backup singers are called Nameless Ghouls, or just Ghouls. The ghouls are demons summoned from Hell to serve the church. Fans have named the ghouls because Papa only ever introduces them as "Ghoul" onstage gjkfhbkjf

ANYWAY. The current Papa in this reality is Papa Emeritus IV, originally introduced as Cardinal Copia! (He got promoted hdfgjdhkf) Copia's my s/o! He's the love of my life, the other half of my soul, my everything. Copia, despite being a Cardinal in the Church of Satan, is an awkward doofus with anxiety and I absolutely adore him. He's just so hdjghdfkghfd <3333333 This is him:

Papa Emeritus I, II, and III are his brothers, but they don't know they're related yet. Papa Nihil is their dad, and all four of them are half brothers bc Nihil wasn't one for being faithful :')))) I can get more into the rest of the Satanic Panic's family tree later if you want me to, but to save time here, I'll hold off for now 🥰

Moving on, when I first shift to my DR, it will be when Copia is still a Cardinal and Papa Emeritus III (aka Terzo, the bisexual disaster himself) is still Papa. I have recently inherited a witchy bookshop ("The Witch's Inkwell") near the church's HQ, called the Ministry. Copia, being the world's biggest nerd, is going to swing by because he knew the previous owner, my uncle, and wanted to go shopping for new books. Instead, he sees me! That's how we meet, and thus begins a slow burn romance full of mutual pining and idiots in love. Copia's ghouls (the ones that he personally summoned from Hell) and Terzo are also probably going to try and parent trap us, so sjghkdfhg OH! Here's what some of Copia's ghouls look like for context asjdshjfkdhf

The ghouls themselves are feral little beasties but we love em <3

...Wow I really went into all this without really talking about myself huh 💀💀💀 Okie dokie then 😭😭😭 My name is Aoibhe (pronounced "EE-vuh," it's Irish fkjjdhgk) and I grew up in Bristol, only to move to Grimsbury when I inherited the shop! In my DR, Ireland was never conquered or colonized, and it has a royal family as famous as the British one. My family is actually distantly related to the Irish crown, too! I actually wrote a lot about the Irish royal family and how they fought off invaders, but the sparknotes version is that the people who would unite the island and lead the fight against those who would conquer it had a form of pyrokinesis! Over time, this ability became rarer and rarer until it vanished entirely, fading into legend. That is, of course, until my brother and I were born ;) So yeah I have fire powers fhjkghfdhf (I know it's cringe but I'm having fun, so let me live 😂😂😂)

So yeah! That's the basics dgjdhfkghd If you have any specific questions, feel free to ask!!! I love talking about this DR!!! <3333

@florashifting 💕💕💕

#shifting #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting community #desired reality #shifting realities #my posts #ghost dr #inbox #florashifting #AAAAAAAAA THANK YOU AGAIN FOR SENDING 🫶🫶🫶

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( maia mitchell, cisfemale, she / her ) — 🎬 just announced, FLORENCE DUCATTI is casted as CAROLINE FORBES in upcoming THE VAMPIRE DIARIES reboot. the twenty eight year old is trending as people are debating if the middle finger as a automatic answer , dior shades hiding sour - some glares , rubbing sea salt into deep wounds , a closet packed with monsters from hellish nightmares , yelling at the top of her lungs in italian at the smallest of inconveniences that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them diligent, but internet trolls think they’re more bloodless i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about her newest addition to her vinyl collection will let people to know them better.

triggers: mental health specifically ptsd and psychosis , stabbing , murder , psychological and physical abuse.

STATISTICS.

full name : florence ducatti , gwyn isaac. nickname(s) : flossie , flo. gender / pronouns : cisfemale / she & her. birthday &. age : august 18th ‘97, 26. hometown : lismore , australia. current location : soho , new york city. accent : mild australian. languages : italian ( native ) , english ( fluent ). sexual orientation : bisexual. romantic orientation : biromantic. relationship status : recently single , heart broken. religion : athetist. occupation : former prima ballerina , singer / songwriter & actress. voice claim : renee rapp. character inspo : isabel ' belly ' conklin ( the summer i turned pretty ) , belle fox ( the artful dodger ) , callie adams foster ( good trouble ) , harper mclean ( heartbreak high ) , veronica lodge ( riverdale ) , quinn fabray ( glee ) , cassie salazar ( purple hearts ).

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim : maia mitchell. height : 5′5″ / 1.68 m .eye color : brown. hair color : dark brunette. piercings: ear lobes ( both ), seconds ( both ), thirds ( both ), conch ( left ), daith ( right ), forward helix ( right ), industrial ( left ), tragus ( right ). left nipple. belly button. tattoos: eight , see pinterest board. signature scent : bitter peach , tom ford.

HEALTH.

mental disorders : anxiety , insomnia secondary to night terrors. learning disabilities : severe dyslexia. physical disorders : a torn ligament in right wrist , type one diabetes. allergies : penicillin , peanuts. sleeping habits : night owl , insomniac , consistent night terrors since the age of sixteen. addictions : disposable vapes , nicotine. drug use : weed , has used ketamine previously. alcohol use : occasional.

FAMILY.

father : rowland isaac ( 55, deceased ). mother : grace isaac nee ducatti. ( 51 ).

florence , known strictly to family only as gwyn , was born and raised in australia by her parents ; grace and rowland isaac. rowland served as lead for education , whereby he was the rank of a warrant officer , of the australian air force. one of his first deployments at the age of twenty led him to sicily , italy , where he soon met and fell in love with grace ducatti. at the time , grace was a law student and planned to become a criminal defence lawyer for high prolific cases. their romance was fast - progressing , an engagement with a year and plans for a family came soon after.

with rowland’s return to his home base , grace didn’t follow straight away. maybe that should’ve been his first red flag , but instead she chose to go travelling with some university friends. it was there , she met another man and fell into another whirlwind romance without informing her fiancée. reuniting with rowland was electrifying , a night spent under the stars and an announcement she’d been hiding to tell him in person. she’d fallen pregnant with their first child , a boy , or that’s what she told him. failing to mention it wasn’t his child , leading him into a false sense of commitment.

as rowland was none the wiser to grace’s heated rendezvous abroad , he raised dylan as any loving father did. he was taken under his wing from the moment he could walk , or that was the story repeated year or year. cut to nine years later , grace and rowland were separated again when her work took her across country and left him home alone to battle the reality of being a war hero and first - time father. memories of war began to dismantle rowland’s interior , first it was the flash backs that paralysed him in his sleep then it had audio follow its’ pursuit.

trying to navigate a stable home became difficult , hard to hide the aspects of a deteriorating mental health in view of a young child who didn’t understand at first. rowland decided to leave the air force before grace returned , discovering him more feeble than previous. he was a man who didn’t believe in therapy , would sit through the memories of a bloodbath that plagued his mind. grace , on the other hand , didn’t pay a single thought to him or their family while away , entangling herself in another man’s sheets once again.

nine months on , she’d convinced rowland he was going to be a dad again. being a father was his greatest love but the man knew it was the wrong time to raise another , he tried to discuss other options for their unborn child but grace was adamant she was having their second child , a girl to complete their quad. violent arguments grew between them , grace always having the upper hand by any means necessary ; whether that was blackmail or an attempt to guilt trip him.

with another set of little feet running around their home , florence’s father’s mental health took another plummet. episodes of disorientation and agitation happened more frequently , his anger spiking at a single squeak that escaped his daughter’s mouth. he knew he was a hazard in the home but still refused to seek medical help , grace simply dismissing his behaviour and labelling him as a neglectful father instead. neighbours raised concerns for the young child , often overbearing the heated discussions shouted through thin walls , every word enough to make a small girl cry.

his squash of memory happened more frequently , not remembering where he was or who was there. believing him to still be in an active war zone , a weapon carried at his side every minute from the moment his son left for university. florence , an upcoming ballerina , still in junior school but a top performing in fine arts and struggling with literature ; specifically reading.

words melting together like alphabet soup , spelling so atrocious that a child her inferior age could correct her. italian was her first language , one she didn’t struggle as much with but still noticeable errors occurred , english on the other hand was another story. undergoing examinations and assessments led to a diagnosis of dyslexia but with a father so unwell and a mother who’s barely home , she was a lost cause until approaching her best friend’s father , begging for some sort of guidance to help navigate her school work. she couldn’t continue to fail , with the help of his oldest , acer , she started to improve enough to get the minimum she needed to pass.

her sixteenth birthday came quick amidst the decline her father faced , it was now advised she shouldn’t be left home alone with him but grace found that hard to believe , he wouldn’t hurt his only daughter. that day proved grace wrong.

it started as any ordinary day , school drop off and eight hours locked in academia before florence returned home. she’d gone straight to her room , rowland taking his usual afternoon nap to calm the terrors in his mind but instead , they became a reality & their home was a new territory to defend from the enemy. believing his daughter to be an opponent , he charged through the home with a hammer secured tight in a fist and all florence had was a dirty butter knife to her defence. she’d manage to throw it to cause a distraction , allowing her seconds to escape from a corner where he’d trapped her and she landed in the kitchen. not her greatest idea with all the possible fatal objects but there was nowhere else to hide.

the island in the middle was her greatest tactic , able to shift the opposite way to a swinging hammer determined to meet her head. she cried , begged for him to awake from his nightmare , but no amount of pleading did her justice. another corner and she’s trapped , her only option was to fight back and that’s when she reached for a sharpened knife , plowing the blade deep into his chest. she tried to stop the bleeding , to call an ambulance who responded as a category one emergency but there was no saving him , he died in her arms and covered linen white trousers in a bloodbath , a puddle seeping underneath her that greeted her brother on his return home from the semester.

to this day , florence has never forgiven herself or forgotten that night. often woken by night terrors of her own in fear the event’s repeated. the case was dropped & she was encouraged to change her name when settled away. no one would know the story of what happened , gwyn isaac never existed. very few people know the truth , but even then she’d never told the whole story.

resentment grew inside grace towards florence for what she did , accusing her of ruining their family and bringing nothing but horror to their name. to this day , grace never told anyone that florence was never rowland’s daughter. she was a second product of an affair. instead , florence has only recently discovered this herself after agreeing to do a dna test for ‘ shits and giggles ‘.

she became a principal ballerina after her studies , flying back to italy to attend its’ dance program and achieving many accolades. she’s danced at the royal albert hall in london , plus the infamous sydney opera house. however , bad luck struck again for her.

when she turned twenty five , she started having her own ‘ funny ‘ episodes. nothing like rowland’s , it was more her physical health that took a decline. passing out , unable to rouse , eyes rolling to the back of her head were all serious concerns and she was found unconscious one night in her own home. rushed to hospital , it was there she got diagnosed with type one diabetes.

she struggled for months to come to terms with it , not understanding or processing how it took so long to become known. there was no family history , no previous signs that indicated to such a life - limiting condition. self - injecting became her next fear , afraid audience members would be able to see through her leotard where her monitor hid was enough to consider an early retirement.

after seven years dedicating her life to ballet , she hung up her slippers. for months , she’d spiralled about what to do next. she’d built a name for herself in the world of dance , gathered attention on social media for her performances for that to all suddenly end in the trash. to top it off , her brother was taken prisoner of war and entire support system was slashed after yet another argument with her mom.

a love for music genres bounced her into some luck , she dipped her toes into creating. landing herself two huge gigs in broadway , then signed onto a contract to make her own music after a video of an original song of hers , ‘ too well ‘ went viral on social media.

but bad luck was never too far away and caught up with her in the last month , falling into a private relationship over a year ago was fun and games until it was revealed he was sleeping with one of her closest friends ( wanted connections ). to distract her , she's found a new love of acting and is continuing to audition while creating music. she's finally landed her first breakout role in tv which happens to be the role of caroline forbes in the vampire diaries reboot.

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