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dailyflicks · 3 months
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Upgraded (2024) Dir. Carlson Young
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Camila Mendes as Isabella Música (2024) dir. Rudy Mancuso
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dovelyscribbles · 3 days
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I miss my gorl... Camila my beloved... ❤ (Bonus Cove reaction)
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luciferslilith7 · 9 days
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Torn like a Tragedy Source :📍 pinterest
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shoverse · 10 months
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— #25.08.98 : l.minho / love !
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#01 — soonie, doongie and dori are quick to accept you. at your first meeting, they immediately decided that you were perfect for their father. every time you enter minho's house, you can hear the little footsteps of twelve padded paws speeding out to see you. you wonder if you'll be adopting them as your children soon.
#02 — minho has always thought he was hard to love. that is, until you made it seem so natural. even though he's not really all that great at expressing his emotions, he finds it easier with you. easy. it's easy to love you. he loves you.
#03 — minho finds it surprising how he can sit in silence with you for hours, but your presence there makes it perfect. he'll lay on your lap and he'll fall asleep as you curl his hair around your fingers.
#04 — minho can't help it, your touch is just so comforting to him. he loves when you trace your fingers along his skin, slip them into his hands. it calms him down, relaxes him. he loves when you bury your face into the crook of his neck, he loves when you wrap your arms around his waist and, oh, there's just so much you do.
#05 — minho takes care of you. whenever he's with you, he'll crack open crab legs, cook your meat at barbecues and get things off the tall shelves for you. acts of service, you could call it. well, he just likes to call it the way he loves.
#06 — minho noticed that you picked up the habit of his duck lips. he spots you subconsciously pushing out your lips to match his when you're just scrolling on your phone. he decides that they're just too inviting to not kiss.
#07 — minho loves when you remember things about him. he loves when he spots a pint of strawberry ice cream in the freezer with his name stuck on it, when he finds his clothes packed in bundles, when you do things because you know that he likes them.
#08 — around you, minho is transparent. his emotions are raw, true, unfiltered, and equally so passionate and soft. his words fall from his lips in a string, but sometimes you catch him breathless. he can only seem to tell the truth, and the truth is how much he loves you.
#09 — minho likes your reassurance. he likes when your eyes are bleary and your hair is messy and you whisper those three little words. or, not so little, considering how fast his heartbeat gets after hearing it. he thinks he'll fall in love again.
#10 — minho loves you. he loves you so much and he'll say it over and over again. minho loves you.
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hopelesslyromanticgay · 11 months
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An Americano Please? PT. 1
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Word count: about 500 words Summary: Jenna wants a coffee, Y/N is the only barista at her cafe who speaks English.
A/N: Italicized text within quotation marks means whoever is speaking is talking in Romanian.
Y/N's POV:
Sleep. Eat. Brew Coffee. Repeat.
That was all my life was. Sometimes I would deviate from this schedule, going on dates, seeing a new movie, making or spending time with friends, but normally my day had the same four steps. Little did I know this was all about to change.
Let me be clear, I didn't mind the simplicity. It's a small town that I live in, located in Zamora district of Bușteni, Romania. The only reason for new people to come by is the occasional visit to Cantacuzino Castle. I like that it's quiet here.
It's a Sunday morning, I'm enjoying the gentle breeze as I'm walking to work.  The vibrant Autumn leaves swaying with the wind. Eight O'clock and the town is just beginning to wake up.
The bell attached to the door rings loudly when I enter the workplace. Immediately the warm slightly scents of coffee, cinnamon, and baked goods waft through the brisk autumn air.
The Café is bustling with activity when I get there. It's the morning, and civilians want their coffee.
"Morning, L/N," my boss greets me, "put on an apron and get to work."
I swiftly don the apron and take my colleague John's spot at the counter.
People swarm to the register, ordering everything from drip coffee to cortados, lattes, and iced dirty chais.
Every shift here is pretty similar. Romanian's not my first language, but I'd say I feel confident in my ability to communicate with it.
I must have served a hundred customers before anything even slightly noteworthy starts happening.
The bell softly jingles and someone I've never seen before comes through the door. She's shorter than the average customer. I can't get a good look at her face before yet another customer asking for a drip coffee or something.
"L/N, this one's for you," my coworker gestures to the girl I saw come in earlier, "good thing ya know English."
Well, I can't argue with that. I wave the girl over to me
"Hey, welcome to the Café, my name's Y/N. What can I get for ya today?" it's not that I catch my first good glimpse at the girl. She has long black hair, clearly darkened by dye, with wispy bangs lightly caressing her freckled face.
"Hi, I'm Jenna, nice to meet you," she replies with a distinctly American accent, "what do you recommend?"
I stop to think, cracking a smile.
"Well, I'd have to say. I think an Americano would go great with your... American-ness," I laugh.
She giggles, "what gave it away? The not knowing Romanian, or the accent."
"Does it really matter?" I chuckle, "anyhow, what do you usually order at a coffee shop?"
"I'll just take a cold brew, no milk or sugar."
"One cold brew coming right up," I smile, going over to the ice machine, filling the cup with ice and then cold brew.
"Thank you so much," she smiles sweetly.
"I'm here every morning if you ever need someone to take your order," I reply.
"I might just take you up on that," she smirks, walking off with her cold brew after paying.
This was my most interesting shift so far this past week.
Little did I know, this would not be the last interesting shift I'd end up having.
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admireforever · 4 months
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Daisy Jones & The Six
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camila macaulay and henry winter
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nattigrande · 9 days
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CAMILA ON THE FERRARI GARAGE ON THE MIAMI GP
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walnutbuttcrack · 4 months
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The strong yearning to find someone and slowly fall in love with them ugh. Why do sapphic romances affect me so much. It's like they make me enter an emotional dimension that I've never felt before
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7698 · 3 months
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dailyflicks · 15 days
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Upgraded (2024) Dir. Carlson Young
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Camila Mendes as Isabella Música (2024) dir. Rudy Mancuso
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marie-swriting · 1 year
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My Little Girl - Stiles Stilinski
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Summary : You're dating Stiles Stilinski and you want him to meet your father but there's one problem. You're Coach's daughter so Stiles is afraid, your dad will hate him.
Warnings : Coach Finstock!daughter reader, Protective father, fluff, there may be some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any. You can also tell me if I missed any warnings !
Word Count : 1.2K
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Song Inspiration : First Man by Camila Cabello
Saying that Stiles is afraid to meet your father is an understatement. You've never seen him that freaked out. Still, he knows your dad so you don’t know why he’s so scared. For him, the fact that your father is the Coach of Beacon Hills High School is a good reason to panic. He’s afraid he won’t like him, yet you still want your dad to meet Stiles as your boyfriend and not as your classmate. Stiles and you have been together for six months and your dad still ignores it. You hate lying to him, especially because it’s harder to hide as he works in your high school.
But you’re still hiding. You're tired of this. You know your dad, all he ever wanted is your happiness, that's why you're sure he'll like Stiles. Of course, he’s a little protective, but aren’t all dads ?
Someone knocks on your door so you turn your head, discovering your dad. He’s still in his sports outfit and you know what he’s about to ask you. He always asks you the same question everyday after school. 
“Do you want to go on a run with me ? 'No, dad, I don’t want to, I need to do my maths homework.'” He says, ironically, pretending to have a conversation with you. “Well I don’t care so you-”
“I’m coming.” You cut him off in his fake argument.
“I knew you-” he starts but he pauses, realising what you just said. “You’re coming with me ?”
“Yeah, it’s been a long time since we did something together.”
“Yes because you’re always busy doing your homework with Martin.” Your dad retorts, referring to your best friend, Lydia. 
“When do we leave ?”
“In ten minutes, so get ready !”
After that, he leaves your room, closing the door behind him. You close your maths book and walk to your closet and get your gym outfit. 
The real reason you want to run with him this afternoon is to tell him you have a boyfriend. You won’t say it’s Stiles. Not yet. You have to tell him though. And you know that when he runs, it’s the best moment to confess.
Once you're downstairs, your dad is already outside, waiting for you. You come next to him and you start running.
Everytime you try to talk to him, he cuts you off because 'It’s not good for your breathwork', like he always says. It makes it impossible to tell him, but you know if you don’t do it now, you’ll never do it so you stop running. He also stops when he notices you're not next to him anymore.
“Why are you stopping ? We’ll be home in five minutes.” He informs you, still making running movements. “I’m sure you can do it, sweetheart.”
“Dad, I need to tell you something and it’s serious.” You start and you can see his eyes widening.
“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant ! Who is the father ? Why did you do that ?”
“What ? No ! I’m not pregnant !” You correct him, shocked that it’s the first thing he thinks of.
“Thank God ! I almost had a heart attack. What is it then ?”
“I'm dating someone, dad.” You confess suddenly. 
“You what ? My little girl.” He exclaims putting his hand on his heart as if he was hurt. “Who is that boy ? Or maybe it’s a girl ? I wouldn’t mind. I only want your happiness.” My dad reassures you.
“It's a boy.” You inform him.
“Do I know him ?”
“Yes, but the truth is that he’s too scared to meet you. He thinks you’re gonna hate him.”
“If he’s nice then no. I know I can seem mean, but you know me Y/N, I only want your happiness and if it’s with that guy then I’m okay with it.” He says with a tender smile, one of his hands on your cheek. “As long as it’s not Bilinski.” Your father laughs, mispronouncing Stiles’ name.
“He’s only a friend, you know it, dad.” You chuckle nervously.
‘Only a friend’, are you being serious ? You wanted to tell him the truth and here you are, lying again. Well done...
The next day, when you see Stiles, you take his hand and bring him into an empty room, which is the boys locker room. When you’re finally alone, he kisses you softly before tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
“I told my dad that I’m with someone.” You admit. “I didn’t say it’s you, but Stiles, you know I hate lying to him.”
“I know and I’ve been thinking about it last night and I’m ready to meet your dad as your boyfriend, even though I’m terrified.” Stiles says with a smile.
“I love you so much, Stiles” You tell him, looking at his beautiful brown eyes.
“I love you more.” He states before kissing you passionately.
The bell rings so you stop kissing before leaving the room to go to your classes.
During lunch break, you told your father that you’ll introduce him to your boyfriend after school. He says he’ll be home by 5 pm before adding that he can’t wait to meet him but you can see sadness in his eyes. After all, he has the impression that he’s losing his little girl because he’s not the only man in your life anymore, but your father will always be your father. At the end of the day, he’s the very first man who really loved you.
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When you hear someone knock on your front door, you know it’s Stiles. You open the door and find him standing nervously. He looks at you like he could die at any second. You take his hand and bring him to the living room where your dad is waiting.
“Dad, this is my boyfriend. Stiles.” You inform him.
“Wait, you’re with him ?” He exclaims, pointing at Stiles.
“I know what you must be thinking I’m not good enough for her, but I love her, Coach.” Stiles says. “I’ve always loved her and I’m so happy to be able to call her my girlfriend. Like you, I only want her happiness.” He adds, confident.
“You’re not in a relationship with her because I’m your teacher, right ? Because if you think you’re gonna get better grades, you’re wrong.”
“No. Like I said, I’m in love with her.”
“Hold your horses, Bilinski.” Your father stops him. “You’re not gonna marry her tomorrow so stop with the romantic speech. Even though it's hard to see my little baby grow up, I accept your relationship.” He affirms, making you the happiest.
“So, does that mean I can call you ‘dad’ ?” Stiles asks as a joke but your dad looks at him unamused.
“Hell no ! You’ll still be calling me Coach, Bilinski.” He answers before turning his attention to you. “You like his sarcasm, seriously ?”
“That’s the thing I love the most, I think.”
“I’m glad you met someone you really like, Y/N.” Your dad smiles before looking back at Stiles harshly. “Break her heart, I’ll break your bones.”
“Got it.” Stiles says and you laugh softly.
You're happy your father accepts your relationship with Stiles. You knew he’d be okay with it. You're his little girl but he wants what’s best for you and Stiles is the best person for you. You know it.
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karlaicon · 1 year
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