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flrlgreen · 3 months

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lights, camera, action (kento nanami x reader) + twt prn links

a/n: been thinking about porn star nanami heavily. (again, i'm tired sorry for any errors.)

MINORS DNI

content warnings: fem reader, DADDY KINK, filming, size kink, vaginal sex, use of the names good girl, pretty girl, fingering, reader has a vagina, breeding, unprotected sex, HEAVY dom sub dynamics.

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Kento Nanami was popular, and for good reason. He was damn good at what he did. When you found out you two would be working together your heart fluttered a bit. In this business, you’ve worked with a lot of different people, but Nanami was different. He was one of the most popular, if not THE most popular male adult movie star on the scene right now.

You felt nervous as you sat in the makeup chair. The soft bristles touched your skin for what seemed like the millionth time until you heard a ‘you’re all done!’ from the makeup artist. “What do you think?” She asks as you run a hand through your styled hair and look in the mirror in front of you. “I love it. Thank you.” You say and admire your reflection in the mirror. “I’m glad!” She says and as if on queue the director enters. You spin the chair around to look at him. “Great, you’re done. Nanami is here. Filming starts in 45 minutes.” He says and as quickly as he entered he left.

You let out a sigh say your thanks to the makeup artist one last time and walk onto the cold sterile set. There was some light chatter before you entered, but when the director and Nanami saw you it all came to a halt.

Nanami catches your attention immediately. God, this man was TALL. Much bigger than you in every single way, and the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous didn’t help calm your nerves. “Just the girl we were talking about.” The director says. “O-oh! Hi.” You say meekly and walk over to the two men. Nanami smiles when he sees how nervous you are. “Hello, I’m Nanami.” He says and his big hand reaches out to shake yours.

It was like you had short circuited. Your smaller hand wrapped around his. Fuck, he’s so big. How’s his dick going to fit? You didn’t realize you were shaking his hand without saying anything until you snapped out of your perverted haze. “H-hi! I’m sorry.” You apologize, he doesn’t seem to mind your nervousness. If anything, he thinks it’s cute.

Despite a very awkward start, before you know it you get lost in conversation with your scene partner, and when filming started the acting and fluff before the actual sex scenes didn’t feel as robotic and awkward as they always do with the other men you shoot with.

But now, it’s time for the actual thing.

The blonde man was greedily kissing your soft lips while his strong hands roamed your small frame. You were straddling him and grinding on his rock-hard bulge. He let out some moans into the kiss. He kissed you with so much want, and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced on a porn set before. His teeth grazed and tugged on your bottom lip while his hands began to unclasp your bra.

When your bra hits the bed Nanami pulls away from the intense kiss to admire your plump breasts. “Pretty girl, has such pretty little tits.” He groans before immediately latching onto your hardened bud.

He sucks on your right nipple while his big hand massages the other one. “D-daddy, fuck. Feels good~” You moan. Making sure to be louder than you usually would be to play it up for the camera. The sounds of light sucking and soft whiny moans fill the room while he works on your tits. “My pretty girl.” He gives each one of your tits one last kiss before turning you on your stomach and getting behind you for the next scene.

He massages the fat of your ass before his hand starts to dip into your wet panties. “Sweet little Baby is already so wet for me. So fucking cute.” He says as his index finger begins to push your wet panties to the side and prods at your wetness. “I’m so wet for Daddy.” You reply. Your words go straight to his impossibly hard cock. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He says and shoves a digit in your cunt. He can’t hold himself back anymore.

“F-fuck!” You yelp while his thick digit goes in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. “Mhm, so fucking tight and wet for Daddy, Baby.” He says while slowly speeding up the movement of his finger before adding another. “Feels so good Daddy. F-fuck.” You look straight into the camera while he works his magic on your pussy with his fingers. The bright lights are shining down on you two illuminating the glistening wetness on his fingers.

Nanami is very gifted when it comes to pleasuring women. You can tell why he was so popular with other adult actresses.

He climbs on you while his pointer and middle finger are knuckles deep in you while he bites and licks the shell of your ear while you cry and moan like a whore for the camera. “R-right there!” You cry out when he hits the spot that makes you see stars. “Right here, Baby?” He teases and hits your g spot with his thick fingers. “Yes, Daddy! I can’t!” You cry when he hits your sweet spot over and over.

He smiles against the shell of your ear and pulls his fingers out of your wetness suddenly. You whine and clench around nothing and before you could even retort, the blonde man turns you on your back and you watch as he brings his two slicked fingers to his mouth. His tongue darts out and licks up the sweet fluid all over his fingers. “You taste good Sweetheart.” He says and licks every last drop of your arousal off of his fingers.

“Stop,” You cover your face with your hands and try not to look at the man in front of you. “It’s embarrassing Daddy.” You say behind your hands. Nanami smiles and moves your hands away from your face. “Come here, Baby. Taste yourself on my tongue.” He leans in and shoves his strong tongue into your desperate and needy mouth.

The taste of him and your sweet arousal was mind-numbingly good. You suck on his tongue and you can hear him moan into the kiss. You suck every last drop of your arousal out of your scene partner's mouth. When the kiss eventually breaks there’s a long trail of spit connecting you two. “So good, take off that slutty little skirt and panties now.” He demands, his eyes filled with lust. Pupils dilated.

You obey Nanami and take off your soaked panties along with your short skirt that didn’t really cover much. His gaze stays on your glistening pussy the whole time, even while he takes off his own pants and boxers. When your panties were completely off you admire his pretty cock, but his gaze never left you.

He was big. No surprise there. The tip leaked pre cum. It dripped all the way down to his trimmed pubes. “Do you like what you see?” He teases and strokes his cock a couple of times. “Yeah, it’s so big Daddy.” You reply. He laughs. “You sure you can take it?” He says while pushing you flat on your back while nestling between your now spread legs.

“Mhm~” You say. “Daddy’s girl has such a pretty little cunt.” He says when he gets completely situated between your legs. “So cute,” He hisses before rubbing the tip of his leaking cock head on your wet folds. “Mn- I could cum just from this.” He says continuing to rub the tip up and down occasionally catching your clit and circling it.

“Daddy put it in. Please. No teasing.” You cry when you feel his warm pre cum smear on your aching clit. “But it’s gonna hurt,” He says, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “Don’t care, need it no- FUCK!”

The stretch is something you’ve never felt before. All the cocks you’ve taken don't even compare to his. The stretch is so delicious. His cock fills you to the brim and you swear you’ve never felt so full. “So big, oh my fucking god.” You cry while he bottoms out inside your pussy.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” He hisses and grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder to go deeper. You’re in heaven, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You feel like you could melt.

The camera man gets up from his chair. The focus of the camera shifts over to where you two are connected. The way your pussy glistened with wetness under the harsh bright lights made Nanami’s cock twitch inside of you. “Good girl. You’re taking me so well.” He moans while speeding up his thrusts. The camera pans over to your fucked out face.

You know for a fact you look like a hot mess. Makeup smudged and hair ruined. “I’m so full!” Right when those words escape your mouth Nanami hits your cervix. “I can’t!” You feel like you’re going to pass out in this very bed.

Nanami pulls his cock out before slamming it back in so many times you can’t count. You weren’t even keeping track of the amount of times he hit that spot inside you. The camera goes back and forth between capturing your face and zooming in on your abused pussy.

Nanami’s grunts fill the room which tells you he is reaching his peak soon. “Best pussy I’ve ever had. I need to fill you up and breed you.” He grips your thigh and drills you harder than before. From this angle, he was only going deeper with each thrust. “Do you feel good Sweetie?” He asks while sweat drips down his forehead. You can only nod. “I can’t fuck. I’m gonna.” You can feel his whole body tense up while he gets the last of his sloppy thrusts in.

The camera is on him now. The focus is on his last couple of thrusts. He’s almost whining while he spills his seed inside of you. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to cum that fast.” He huffs and apologizes. “It’s okay Daddy.” You reply as he pulls out. You watch as his thick cock slides out along with his warm cum. “Okay cut!” The director yells.

(To be continued??? Maybe.)

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copperbadge · 3 months

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I use Google Tasks to run pretty much my whole life, but because it's easily accessible and I know it's the thing I will look at multiple times a day, I also sometimes use it to take notes. If I'm in conversation with someone at a party and they recommend a book, for example, I'll drop the title into Google Tasks and the next day I'll check my to-do list, see the book title, and add it to my library queue.

Last night I took an edible and had a relaxing evening, and this morning I woke up to find a line item in Google Tasks reading:

"What if Askazer-Shivadlakia had a royal poisoner?"

Which I will say did make me laugh.

Obviously neither Michaelis nor Gregory kept an assassin on retainer (we can't be sure of Jason). And one does have to be careful when introducing plotlines to do with subterfuge when you are discussing a predominantly Jewish country with a Jewish royal family. So I'm not even saying that the royal poisoner was ever a poisoner. Besides, that's much more a Catholic thing (see: Borgias, Medicis).

But I do think it would be funny to do a story eventually about someone whose job is basically to quietly and without fuss solve difficult, time-consuming problems for the Palace -- some issue that is bothering Gregory but Alanna doesn't have time for and Jerry isn't equipped to fix, so they call in a specific staff member who exists to do the legal and necessary but unpleasant work to solve it.

Realistically their job title would be something like Director of Technical Operations for the Office of the King but whoever holds the job absolutely refers to themself dramatically as the Royal Poisoner.

"I take care of whatever is bothering the king, quietly and discreetly, and I leave no trace behind."

Eddie's like "Gregory, I love and trust you so this is not a dealbreaker for the marriage, but who have you had murdered," and Gregory's like "One, thrilled to know murder isn't a dealbreaker for you. Two, I have never had anyone murdered, the last thing they did for me was sorting out a voting scandal in one of the northern districts to prevent someone stealing an election."

#shivadhverse

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denimbex1986 · 4 months

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'...Mr. Arnold is tempted into the ball by a Doctor Who Annual and is playing the theme in the music shop scene – are you a fan of Doctor Who in real life? And what was it like making those jokes and references in front of the Tenth Doctor David Tennant?

“I’ve always dipped in and out of Doctor Who over the years since Sylvestor McCoy, who was doing it when I first became aware of it when I was growing up. Even if you’re not a fan it’s one of those shows you can’t really get away from, so doing that particular scene in front of David was really fun, and of course Douglas had directed Doctor Who as well. Apart from the amusing situation of two supposed Doctor Who fans talking about Doctor Who without realising they’re in the company of a Doctor Who, I also seem to remember Michael being the one to suggest that he would deliver his “due to problems at the BBC” line directly to David.

Oh, and I think it was actually my idea to grab the annual off the harpsichord before joining the queue behind Crowley at the end of the ballroom scene (which we’d shot weeks earlier at this point). When we were blocking it out and rehearsing I knew I had to leave my position and get to the front for my “surrender the angle” line, and then later it just felt like I wouldn’t leave without the annual so I ran back through everyone to grab it. Nobody seemed to have a problem with me doing that so I just carried on doing it when we shot it! I do remember it being a fun set with Douglas and the team being very open to suggestions.”

How did you balance filming both Good Omens and BBC Ghosts at the same time?

“Luckily both shows were a joy to work on, and everyone seems to know about both of them. We were shooting them in early 2022 and I also had a little part in an ITV drama called ‘Stonehouse’, starring Matthew Macfadyen. I usually never know when I’m working next so to have three great TV jobs at once was very unusual. There was all this date juggling and I actually almost had to turn down Ghosts due to clashes. Luckily both shows had to move some dates so it worked out. But yes, I spent two weeks up in Scotland shooting all that Good Omens ballroom stuff, then I came back down to London to do Ghosts, knowing I’d be back up to shoot my scenes in the music shop in a couple of weeks. Now, when I found out who was playing my wife in Ghosts I couldn’t believe it: Caroline Sheen – Michael Sheen’s cousin! She was amazing and that was another great set in general. I say “set”, but it’s all filmed in that house which surprised me. I’d worked with Kiell [Smith-Bynoe] and Jim [Howick] before, and Charlotte [Ritchie] was in the Good Omens radio play a few years ago and a big fan of the book. Charlotte’s very musical of course and we got talking about my folding keyboard I had for practising my Good Omens stuff, and she ended up setting it up in the house for us to have a play on!

Now, when we’d shot all our internal scenes there was this big storm forecast, and our external scenes were scheduled for the day of the storm, so that had to be moved into the next week. It meant I ended up shooting those scenes outside the house, then going straight back up to Scotland to shoot the Good Omens music shop scene the next day! When I mentioned to Michael I’d just worked with Caroline he said “ooh she’s in Ghosts is she!” and revealed that she’d texted him about me which was rather surreal. Then later after the Ghosts wrap party Kiell gave me a part in his Channel 4 Blap, so at the time I felt like I was killing it career wise, but the industry quietened a bit after that and my workload eased off over the year so I was in my overdraft by November.”

What are your plans for the future – can we expect to see you in something else soon?

“This year, after a bit of a quiet start, I was very fortunate to work on a Disney+ show called Rivals which stars… David Tennant! I think I’m allowed to say my character is called Brian, and I shot five episodes so that was another really amazing job, and great to work with David again (I told him he must be my good luck charm, although I hope he’s not sick of me). That should be out at some point in late 2024. Other than that I’ve filmed a few other bits I presume will be out next year, one of which is called Truelove on Channel 4 which actually looks really good. That starts early January. Of course now Season 3 of Good Omens has been greenlit, I would love Neil and the gang to have me back on that… but I can only keep my fingers crossed!”

#Rich Keeble #Ghosts #Mr. Arnold #Good Omens #Doctor Who #Michael Sheen #David Tennant #Neil Gaiman #Stonehouse #Matthew McFayden #Rivals #Disney+#Truelove #Jim Howick #Caroline Sheen #Charlotte Ritchie #Kiell Smith-Bynoe #Sylvester McCoy

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mymelodymia · 8 months

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I love it when you do that! Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: you're an actress filming a emotional scene, tony's used to this, Peter definitely isn't 🫤

Warnings: crying, emotional madness, little talk about your acting character dying, peter being a emotional wreck,

A/N: so I wanted to make a fic where Y/N is an actress and a emotional scene comes on and tony's used to it because he usually stays until the end of your shift, but he brings peter this time, and peter isn't used to this, so all the emotions come rushing in.

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your cast had just finished a scene where they find a video on your laptop, your character is dead btw '-' they were all taking 5, when you saw your father on the phone, slightly hearing his conversation

"Well if your bored just come in........yes thats allowed why do you think im here?" You giggled slightly from his sudden frustration,

"Who was that?" You asked him smiling

"Just the kid," he said messing with something in his phone, looking nervous for some reason, you walked over to the burger king bag which was your lunch, and took out the half eaten burger, then noticed something weird, your 2nd burger was MISSING.

You snapped your head up, jaw agape looking at your father who had accepted defeat in shock, anger, disappointment, betrayal as he laughed at you peter walked in, he waved to you awkwardly, (haha classic peter) you waved back then continued to stare down your father.

"Why is my second burger M.I.A??" He only laughed as you hit him playfully, when you heard your director call you, you shouted

"One sec! That's my queue, gotta go, hold it together kid" you whispered that last bit, knowing what would come from it. 😈

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As gemma (other character) opened the laptop where you had made a video before your tragic death, you were now shooting said video, (here it comes be ready people!)

"Hey, so, some things are about to go down, and i just wanted to say that your gonna be okay, you'll heal, everything will be okay, I'll go knowing i was loved, and i just wanted you to know, that i love you, and it'll be okay, mm-k bye." Gemma was sobbing about this, (so was peter)

and when you heard a loud "CUT!" Everybody started clapping, this was the season finally, the air was filled with "yayy" and "whooo" and "lets goo" lots of that,

when you walked toward your father and your best friend your dad engulfed you in a big hug, while peter was boo-hoo crying over here 💀

When you pulled away from your father and turned to your best friend and saw his state, you immediately went in to comfort him, hugging him, him holding on as tight as possible, sobbing into your shoulder, you cackling at his sudden vulnerability

"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY!?" you said in between your laughter

"YeAh, i just reAlly love y0u" he said sadly, you rubbing his back to try and calm him down, after a few moments of you comforting him, and trying to hide your laughter, failing miserably 💀

"Are you okay?" You asked seriously this time,

"Yeah, yeah im okay" your dad was smiling and nodded hid head in direction of the main door. You cracking jokes and cracking that whole way home. Peter squeezed into the middle seat, in between you and your father, constantly getting hit by verbal crossfire.

#tony stark x daughter reader #dad!tony stark #daughter reader #tony stark x stark!reader #x reader #tony stark #peter parker #peter parker x best friend reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #marvel mcu #actress!reader

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thorns-and-rosewings · 6 months

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Sooooo new AU anyone?

Behold the 🔥'Seraphim AU!'🔥

LOL I have been working on this for a month and decided to post what I have so far today on the spookiest of days, dear old Halloween. 🎃 And yes, I do get a ton of enjoyment out of The Sun and Moon Show, which helped inspire the direction this AU has gone.

I actually do have a whole AU/Story idea for him and his brothers (Yes he has siblings, his versions of Bloodmoon and Lunar)

I will just give a little intro into him and his background into this world below. :)

First thing I need to point out is that Seraphim Eclipse is not actually a Fazbear product. No, his creation was the result of a very ambitious fellow within Fazbear who had the brilliant idea to commission an outside company to build some of the more unique animatronics for less money. Specifically the Daycare Attendants.

As the DCA is the only animatronic whose insides cannot be replaced by a random backup Endo due to their thinner, more complex structures. They need to be custom built each time and it's particularly expensive given the unique 3 personalities and abilities the Endo will need. So, without authorization, he commissions a smaller company to build a new attendant.

Unfortunately A LOT was lost in translation. As this small company was led to believe that if their work was satisfactory they could get many more commissions from Fazbear. They were also provided with the DCA's primary blueprints... And furthering the miscommunication, they were told to improve on the design rather than make it identical.

Thus the Creator took liberties and built the base model of Seraphim Eclipse. (Pictured below)

Initial Info: The he first thing that should be said is that Seraphim Eclipse was not initially able to fly. (He can currently) his original wings were just for show and were made to flash and glow. (If he tries it's like getting flashed with six Fazcams all at once)

Next, he was made to be a 'Gentle Giant' sort of figure. He stands at a towering 10 feet tall if one includes his rays.

He also doesn't have a hook on his back, rather he is equipped with a long, flexible and insanely durable cable that can retract completely into his back. This cable measures almost 35-40 feet and is so strong it can fully lift Seraphim Eclipse's weight and keep him balanced and suspended perfectly in midair. The reason for this is he was built to fill all three of the DCA's roles and for naps he would place the kids down for a nap, while being suspended above with his wings glowing faintly.

His entire appearance is supposed to invoke that of a guardian angel.

The cable also has a secondary function as it is much like a Na'vi queue and allows Eclipse to interact with the networks throughout the Pizzaplex. Due to his systems being completely built outside of Fazbear, he has difficulty with various aspects of the systems. But it also meant he was immune to the initial Glitchtrap virus.

He refers to this cable as his tail.

His creator chose to simplify the 'Sun, Moon and Eclipse' personalities and just made one singular being who could handle all of the duties he would need too. Choosing to name him Eclipse as it was more appropriate and would seemingly encompass all of the needed aspects.

The final really 'Abnormal' thing about him is that during his construction, someone attempted to abduct and possibly assault one of the Creators three kids, specifically his youngest daughter... Thankfully the bastard failed and was arrested, but the lingering stress of that disturbing situation resulted in his Creator building flamethrowers into his arms/hands... To be used in case of emergencies.

Brief History: Unfortunately when he was revealed to the heads of the Fazbear Board of Directors, brought before them and activated by the manager who commissioned him... He immediately showed that he was as sweet and as cheerful as Sun models usually are-

He was about as well received as someone finding a dead rat in their cereal...

The board was livid, as company secrets and schematics were given out to make this abomination... Yeah, his first memories at the job he was made for was being called an abomination to his face.

The manager was fired and Eclipse, since they couldn't send him back for a refund but also couldn't use him... They put him in a few restraints, locked him into a permanent 'resting mode' and pretty much hung him up on a wall in a small closet off of parts and services... and forgot he existed.

Unfortunately for Eclipse, he was locked but still conscious.

He was trapped in his own body, in darkness, alone for several years... The only escape he had was that while they locked his limbs up, they neglected doing so with his tail. So he was eventually able to get into the Fazbear networks and essentially observe the ongoings of the Pizzaplex.

He was also able to get access to an online Anime/Manga account that one employee set up for 'Productive Loafing' while at work. But it ended up being the one true joy Seraphim Eclipse had. A distraction from the nightmare he was stuck in. Even when the human employee was fired, Eclipse still kept the account active and constantly used it.

...on a negative note, Eclipse developed a seething hatred towards Sun, Moon and their Eclipse. As he viewed them as responsible for his own situation. Let alone the horrors that the malfunctioning Moon caused...

(Because I truly can write too much and given how LONG I could make this... I am going to shorten this now)

Seraphim Eclipse was finally be let loose from his captivity by MXES as a final desperate act to prevent Mimic from escaping and killing Cassie. As when MXES was set up, he became aware of Eclipse but didn't release him... Due to him not being sure if he was just another vessel for the Mimic or some other threat.

After getting free and having been watching Cassie's dangerous progress through the destroyed Pizzaplex via the cameras, Eclipse's first and only thought is about saving that little girl... And he reactivates Roxy to help him. (Because I still wonder how the hell she reactivated.) And it turns into a huge fight... Ending with Mimic getting deactivated by being ripped to pieces. And Eclipse taking quite a bit of damage especially to one side of his face, but making sure Mimic is VERY dead.

They all leave up the elevator, meeting the real Gregory, Freddy (Well... his head anyway) and Vanessa at the top. (They don't drop them.)

Literally everyone is burnt out from this nightmare, they go to the only place that might be a reprieve from the whole mess... They go to Cassie's aunt's place. Cassie's aunt, Twila, owns a Junk/Scrapyard and was babysitting her niece while her father was out of town. She opens the door to this lot and Cassie nervously laughing that she has a funny story to tell her.

Cassie is grounded for a month for scaring her aunt half to death by running off...

But Seraphim Eclipse stays there for a bit; and knowing he saved her niece... Twila gives him his sword. As she knows it's valuable, but judging by her nieces description about how Eclipse used a piece of rebar like a sword while fighting Mimic, she thought he should own a real one.

The sword is an Nodaichi.

His face is repaired, but seems to sport a permanent red scar, resembling a bloody tear.

(Again I am shortening this...)

After pulling off some blackmail, Seraphim Eclipse manages to aquire this particular Pizzaplex, all of its accounts for money and while associated, it's not connected to the Fazbear brand anymore... He owns it and gets it repaired.

His first act is to get rid of Sun/Moon/Eclipse... He quite literally tells them they are fired... And to go throw themselves into the dumpster outside because that's where they belong.

Twila takes the now distraught trio to live and help her at the scrapyard...

The Pizzaplex gets repaired better than ever and Eclipse takes his 'rightful' role, running the daycare.

...all is peaceful for a bit...

Until something is blasted through the roof and lands in the ballpit...

...namely the damaged form of a certain other Eclipse...

...and the damaged remains of the Newton Star...

Exercising A LOT of caution, Seraphim Eclipse takes the damaged other Eclipse to his workshop and starts going through his mind.

Yeaaaahhh he learns how batshit the other is... But he also comes across the schematics for the interdimensional portal, but more importantly the blueprints for both Bloodmoon and Lunar...

Because he and his alter share a trait of being agonizingly lonely.

He also meets Solar Flare, who he moves his consciousness into his computer... And ends up adapting him to be the AI in charge of his defenses...

LOL, MXES finally gets a friend.

He repairs Canon Eclipse, but knowing that he's pretty insane... Seraphim Eclipse slaps a nasty control collar on him so his alter cannot secretly work to destroy him...

Poor guy gets turned into a very angry janitor.

And Seraphim Eclipse proceeds to build his own versions of Bloodmoon and Lunar... Even incorporating the fragments of the Newton Star into his own Lunar.

The results are... Interesting... Especially considering his Lunar, who is extremely magically inclined, becomes responsible for Seraphim Eclipse's wing upgrades. As well as a multitude of additional upgrades... And awkward scenarios; that this crazy family will start enduring 😅

...I will write more later, but that's pretty much the start of this AU 🌟

Also, Happy Halloween everyone! 🎃

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ncroissant · 3 months

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aquamarine hoshino x jealous! bimbo! reader

summary: after aqua's passionate kiss with akane on the final episode of 'love for real', aqua comes to home to your jealousy.

content warnings: spoilers to oshi no ko, suggestive, mentions of cock/crotch, toxic relationship, controlling behaviour, dacryphilia, manipulation, use of petnames: angel, sweetheart, good girl like once, no use of yn

wc: 1.2k

author's note: aqua is 16 in the anime and manga, mentally 40, but i'd like to age him up to 18!! this is not proofread, so there are probably a lot of mistakes, lmk if i need any more warnings!! minors please DNI !!

you spent most of your days encased in aqua's basement. he made the entire place feel like home; decorating it in pretty pink wallpaper and making sure you had anything in reach. whenever you asked for something, he would provide. he was fully set on servicing you as long as you obliged to his one and only rule:

'stay in this room, don't leave without my permission'

he would drill it into your brain like clockwork, never letting you forget, especially since you were likely to forget within a few seconds. you'd look up at him doe-eyed, hanging off his every word. you loved when he would tell you what to do and you could just blindly follow along. he was your best friend after all.

he spent a lot of his time with you: he'd check on you before and after school, he'd listen to you talk about the animes you watched and the mangas you read, or do his work assigned by the director while you sat in his lap, questioning every little detail.

but as of late, he came around to visit less and less, to the point where you would hear him come into the basement late at night, slipping under the covers to cuddle with you.

he convinced himself that you were the one insistent on being touchy-feely, but he was self-indulgent in the way you'd bury yourself in his arms, snuggling deep into his chest.

"aqua?" you'd mumble, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist.

"sorry angel, did i wake you?" he slid an arm on your back, rubbing it soothingly to lull you to sleep.

"no, s' okay, i missed you aqua," you flipped over, wrapping your arms around his neck, inserting yourself into his neck.

he reeked of women's perfume. you wanted to convince yourself he was going around stores finding you your perfect scent. but a pit in your stomach grew and you didn't understand why.

aqua would never tell you he was on a dating show. for one, he only needed to go on it to find clues on ai, but he also didn't want you to worry your pretty head over it. as much as he loved to see the frustration on your face when you were thinking, he knew he'd have to lighten the load for you.

it was tv day, aka saturday, because he was very insistent that TV was very, very bad for you and could only be watched for an hour a week. and miraculously, that hour was filled with content from the last episode of 'love for real'.

you sat there anticipatingly, already shocked from aqua's appearance in the intro, but the final moments had caught you off guard. although the two other guys had gotten rejected, aqua had marched over to the blue-haired girl, akane as you remembered, and placed a long, passionate kiss on her lips.

your eyes widened. he might have done a lot of things for you, but he's never kissed you before. he's never looked at you like that (at least not when you were looking). the tv automatically closed (as aqua had programmed it) and left you with a reflection of your teary-eyed expression.

your knees were pressed against your chest, your arms tightly holding them in place. you wanted to throw a tantrum, a fit, anything that would get rid of this stupid anger inside of you.

as if on queue, the lock on the door unlocked and in walked aqua. "hi angel, how was you day?" he slipped off his shoes, placing his bag down before looking over at you.

"aqua, why didn't you tell me you were on a dating show?" you pushed yourself onto all fours, kneeling in front of him with your stupidly big, round eyes, clinging to his tapered pants.

his eyes widened. he didn't know if it was a treat or a curse to see you in such a state. but, hearing that you saw the show snapped him out of his trance.

"how did you...?" shit. they changed the airing for this episode for saturday instead on sunday, he mentally cursed himself, remembering the fuss the crew made about it earlier.

his thoughts were cut by your sudden display of waterworks, burying your face into his thigh, hugging it like a babbling baby. "are you getting tired with me already?" you sobbed, pulling and pushing at the fabric of his pants.

he felt bad, he really did. but the way you were looking up at him so sweetly and clinging onto him like a little girl made his cock strain in his pants. he was biting back a smile before kneeling down to you level.

"so you saw it, huh?" he frowned slightly, holding the hand that gripped his thigh in his own.

"mhm," you nodded, crying incessantly, trying to wipe away your tears with a free hand.

"aw, c'mere sweetheart. let's get your tears out," he pulled you into his lap, allowing you to bury yourself into his shoulder as he patted your back soothingly.

you cried, rambling about how he didn't tell you and how he's never kissed you before. before you knew it, your hands had boldly gripped his shirt collar.

"why can't you kiss me like you kissed her, aqua? do you like her better?" you puffed your bottom lip out, tears still filling your waterline, leaning too close for aqua's comfort. you so badly wanted to be kissed by him too.

"angel, you know i can't kiss you, it's..." he trailed off, pursing his lips in thought.

it's not that he didn't want to kiss you. he felt like he was too tainted to even think about pressing his lips against yours. you were too pure and innocent. not a single thought inside your pretty little brain.

little did he know, all you could think about was him.

"aqua, please i wanna kiss." you pushed your lips out like a fish, clearly unfamiliar with kissing. he sighed in relief, but also somehow felt nervous to lean in.

he had countless fantasies about kissing you. more dreams beyond just kissing, but dreams of being intimate with you. if you hadn't shifted yourself right on top of his cock, he wouldn't have hastily pushed you down with his lips pressed against yours.

you squealed in surprise from the sudden movement, but he protected your head when you two had tumbled to the floor. he pulled away to look at you, both of you out of breath from the intensity of the kiss.

you looked so pretty just waiting for him to continue and let him do whatever he wanted to. he knew you'd agree with whatever he told you to do. but he wanted to relish in the fact that you were lying there so perfectly, patiently waiting his next command like such a good girl.

"you still want another one?" he teased, inspecting the redness on your face that trailed down the entirety of your body.

"mhm, wanna get her taste off your lips." his cock pulsed at your sudden possessiveness. you didn't even know how to kiss 10 seconds ago, but he wanted to see how much he could teach you in one night.

"yeah, you'll help me like a good, little girl, right?" he dragged you closer by the thigh before pressing his lips on yours once more.

#oshi no ko #aquamarine hoshino #aquamarine hoshino x reader #ncrescent

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Don't Tell Me The Camera's On?

Bottom!FTM!Vil Schoenheit x Top!Masc Reader

[Series: LGP!, S!YOC] | AFAB language used

Contains: Semi-Public Sex, Recording, Degrading

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The director for an upcoming movie casted Vil as the main character along with you as the love interest. You and Vil didn't get along well but that's what makes the casting so good.

The movie is about two rivals falling for each other and the real tension between the two of you is why the director chose you.

Vil was okay with it, albeit annoyed, until the director told him about the sex scenes. He's never done an explicit scene before, let alone had sex at all. He doesn't have the time to engage in pointless activities, at least that's how he views it.

The director was willing to make the scenes less explicit for Vil's comfort, thankfully for him.

So the only thing he had to worry about was not killing you on set.

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Some of the scenes were so intense and sexual that it frustrated Vil. He started to actually find you attractive, making the scenes even more realistic.

Vil's character was supposed to fall for yours first and so far it was affecting him out of character.

It got worse when you and Vil were arguing about his uncharacteristically poor line delivery, he was so nervous about the up coming sex scene that he missed the proper queues. Even if it's not extremely explicit he still has to be in very close proximity to you and even make out with you.

He was trying to defend himself without saying why but it was such a weak argument on his side that it sounded like he was arguing just to argue.

The director decided to end filming and left the two of you alone to argue about whatever comes to mind.

The two of you eventually stop arguing, both of you out of breath and tired of the pointless argument. You stare at him as he tries to calm down, an odd urge to kiss him creeps into your mind.

You grab his collar and slam your lips together, roughly and messily kissing him. He stays in shock for a moment but kisses back and lets you lead him to the couch.

Neither of you notice that the camera was accidentally left on.

You pull away from the kiss and look down at his flushed and lustful expression with a smirk on your face.

You whisper taunts into his ear as you unbutton his shirt, your cool breath hitting his ear and the tone of your voice gave him chills.

Vil grinds against your clothed dick. "Shut up," He says breathlessly. "And get my pants off already."

"Quite the needy one, aren't you? This desperate from just a kiss." You smirk, unzipping his slacks. "Perhaps you were hoping for this?"

Vil glares at you. "Don't flatter yourself."

"You already doing it for me." You run your finger up his wet underwear. Vil shivers and shuts his mouth. "You want me this bad?"

"...No! I just...I just need you to finish what you started. Okay?" He swats your hand away and pulls his underwear off. "Get on with it. Though I doubt you'll even satisfy me."

You laugh, unbuckling your belt and pulling your pants off. "We'll just have to see, won't we?" You pull your underwear down and let your hard length flop out.

"Shit." Vil mutters under his breath.

"Why don't you open yourself up for me?" You grin and bring his hand towards his sex. "It'll hurt otherwise."

Vil looks at you with disdain but complies, knowing that if he tells you to do it you'll say something smart.

He closes his eyes as he fingers himself, ignoring your burning gaze. Vil purses his lips when he hits a certain spot, almost tempted to moan but having no intention of embarrassing himself any more than he has.

"You're so obedient, sweetheart." You muse.

"Shut up." He pulls his fingers out. "Get on with it."

"So impatient." You tease and ease yourself into him.

Vil gasps and covers his mouth, he wasn't expecting the stretch to be this difficult.

You pause. "Too big for you?" You grin.

"I've taken bigger." He lies. "It's just been a while."

"Really?" You ask, unconvinced. "You act more like a prude virgin to me."

"Shut up."

"My apologies your highness." You wink, gently pushing yourself further in.

Vil covers his eyes with his arm, breathing heavily as you continue your entrance and eventually bottom out.

"Damn," You breathe out, finally reveling in the feeling of being inside Vil. "You feel amazing."

Vil laughs haughtily. "Did you expect anything less?"

"Of course not. You know I'm always so rude to you but," You lean into his ear. "You really are a gorgeous piece of work, Vil." You nip on the outer part of his ear.

Vil shivers. "Don't...Don't say that." He says shakily, his cheeks red.

"You prefer being degraded then? I assumed you preferred to be worshipped, what with you acting like a princess all the time." You grin and pull his head back with his hair, Vil's mouth hanging open slightly. "I'll keep that in mind though."

Before Vil can say anything you begin thrusting into him, knocking the thought out of his head.

"Fuck, listen to yourself. You sound like a dirty whore, moaning so loudly just from my cock."

Vil moans and blushes harder. He can't think of anything to say since you're fucking him like there's no tomorrow.

"Fuck- fuck~!" Vil rolls his back when your grip on his hair gets tighter. "Gon- gonna fuck- fucking rip my ha~ hair out~!" Thankfully they used Vil's real hair for the role, meaning whatever wig they could've used is safe from your death grip.

"I'll keep it as a memento from when I fucked your slutty little pussy." You make a particularly hard and deep thrust to emphasize your words. You let go of his hair and flip him over before pulling on his hair, forcing his head upwards as you fuck him faster, harder, and deeper.

Vil's mouth stays wide open, constant pretty but slutty moans leave his soft lips. "Yo- you brute-"

"You like it though, don't you? I can feel you tightening around me, your pussy's begging for more. More of my cock."

"Don- don't flatter y- hh~ yourself~! Ah-" Vil arches his back as a sudden wave crashes down on him, squirt gushing down and onto the couch.

"Your pretty cunt is doing all that for me, princess." You grin, thrusting into him a few more times before pulling out. Vil feels weirdly upset when he loses the feeling of you inside him.

You turn him around. "Mind taking care of it?" You lift his chin and imply that you want him to finish you off.

Vil frowns but jerks you off to completion. When he looks up at you with an incredibly sexy expression you almost burst right then and there.

"You better not do it on my face." Vil warns. "Tell me when you're about to finish."

You brush his hair out of his face and smile. "You'd look so cute with my cum on your face though."

Vil looks at you sternly.

"I won't." You promise.

You warn Vil before you come, his hand catching your spend.

You and Vil get yourselves somewhat presentable so you can go take a shower without any odd looks...or criminal charges.

You glance over at the director's camera and decide to double check something you failed to earlier. "Oh."

"What?" Vil turns to you then understands. "Don't tell me the camera's on?"

#top male reader #male reader #wicks🕯works #twst x reader #twst smut #twst vil #twst x male reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #vil schoenheit #vil smut #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x male reader #vil x reader #vil x male reader #🕯️Vil #🕯️TWST

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The Storyboard: Interview with the Dee Hup House director Tee Bundit - On IFYLITA's budget and his passion for IFYLITA

So P'Tum has invited director Tee Bundit for the second episode of The Storyboard where they talked in length about a variety of Tee Bundit's works. There were a lot of interesting tidbits about I Feel You Linger In The Air so I've compiled them here for all the IFYLITA enthusiasts.

All translations below done by my dear friend saltymarbles on Twitter, please give her a follow if you're interested in IFYLITA and Bright Rapheephong-related content.

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On his filming schedule in 2023

Last year, P’Tee was working everyday up till about the ending second half of the year. There was Hidden Agenda, Step by Step & IFYLITA. If he wasn’t on set, he’d be working on post-production. So he had little rest & sleep. To him, although just letting go of the matter doesn’t always improve the situation, sometimes he has to lower his expectations to move on. So last year (2023) he was in quite a bit of a ‘screw it’ kind of era. Regarding his series for 2024 (I Saw You in My Dream, Jack & Joker), he feels really anxious because they (YinWar) already have many fans. Honestly, for him, it’s always hard when it comes to expectations. When working on projects based on novels with many fans, it’s more stressful and tiring than usual because there’s people already awaiting the series and keeping an eye on it.

I had compiled the filming queues of Dee Hup House last year in this table and as you can see Tee was working at full speed and filming multiple series at the same time..

On the differences of being on set for IFYLITA vs Hidden Agenda

P’Tee said that he had to adjust himself while on set for these two series because JoongDunk are very playful kids. On set for IFYLITA, it’s very work centric and go-go-go which works for the actors. But for Hidden Agenda, he needed to adjust himself to play along with the actors to make them feel less stressed so they can work better.

On Bright-Nonkul & IFYLITA

Tee: They’re a pair that I’ve wanted to work with, with each person, for a year. For Bright, when he knew that he needed to act with Non and needed to act in a period drama, he did his homework very seriously. Because this was his first time playing a main character and he also felt a lot of passion for portraying this role. Both of them actually, this pair felt that they wanted to act in something like this and I too felt that this was good so I got them to come for casting because both of them needed to cast together, in the sense that we needed to see their chemistry together. They’re already really talented. One person is talented and the other is too. Even though Bright has never had a project in which he was the lead actor before, he has already learnt acting. Yeah and he did his own homework too. Meaning that they both read the novel properly and they actually also discussed with us about numerous things too with regards to whether we were on the same page about the characters.

On BrightNon & Boardgames

Tee: When Bright-Non are together, at first they were a little shy. They started to click after the first half was over. Both of them like playing games. We were like why didn’t you say this at the start so that we could let them play games from the first day. Because at first they were just there to work and work and work. At first, it was really tense until we started playing games together. When we were done playing, we were really enjoying it a lot. It almost became like immediately after finishing acting in scene, they continued playing immediately because Non also brought cards to play. MC: Brought boardgames and whatsoever Tee: They continued playing games. Non also has his own ‘band’ when it comes to boardgames like ‘Come on! It’s noon already let’s play together’ MC: But it still looks balanced because the storyline is quite serious, meaning that it’s quite stressful so (it’s good) to enjoy a little. Tee: It came in the period of the later half of filming. It went to the extent of meeting after finishing filming to play games together. It’s like ‘Is there a games party today? But there’s filming tomorrow’ MC: But it was like ‘let’s just do it first, it’s alright’ Tee: We would finish filming at 11pm, 12am. MC: But they would still play right? Tee: Yes it was like ‘let’s go play. who’s room tonight?’ Because that day, we were filming in another province. We played until 2-3am and woke up at 5am because everyone liked playing games so much. When we woke up in the morning, everyone had bloodshot eyes. We didn’t sleep enough but in the end, everyone fights till the death because it’s still a matter of work and our jobs. I really like the moments where everyone is enjoying together as opposed to being tense. When we’re tense, we’ll be overly stressed because the series is already a stressful one like filming taking longer than expected because IFYLITA took nearly 40 queues.

On what made director Tee choose to do IFYLITA

Tee: There were some people which had reviewed this novel on social media which I follow. And I went to read about 2-3 lines to use as an example. Sh*t… the way they speak, the language used, was so sweet. It was a dialogue like 2470 in an era then, it made me feel shy again. It made me feel it was so cute from the courting stage. In the present day, it had another kind of cuteness too. But when I went to look at that era, the cuteness arose again. And I had never seen any BL series which were period dramas. I felt like ‘I need to do it’. It was a project that if I talked about it, people would likely want to watch. So I thought about it but didn’t speak about it yet because if I spoke about it but didn’t follow through, it would be like…(no words)… So I contacted Khun Violet Rain first, to reserve it first, not to sell it to anyone else, let me find money to invest first. It was until a year passed.

On director Tee's passion for IFYLITA

MC: Omg! So your passion back then was like ‘whatever it is, it must happen’. Tee: I had maximum passion like ‘whatever I need to do, I’ll do it’ it was like, I’ll fork out first. In my heart, I was thinking ‘It must become popular’ and thinking that ‘there will probably be someone to sponsor me’. It was to the point I didn’t think of the problems in the future that it’s possible that it might not become popular in the future. At that time I was just thinking ‘let’s do it let’s do it let’s do it’ and that we could sell merchandise, do fan meetings. At that time everything was surely possible and get the invested amount back. It was like I was hypnotised.

On the budget of IFYLITA

Tee: At first I thought that it would be fast (to get the budget for IFYLITA), that I would be able to do it, it was already a year but in the end, I still couldn’t. There were some problems preventing things from happening. With regards to budget and other things so it changed production company. This was something that stressed the people working on this series. It felt like a loss and it was like ‘shit what should we do’. This project is so freaking expensive. MC: It can be seen from the setting, from the period genre Tee: There’s no more capital. We bought it, we bought it for ourselves first and kept it first. We wanted to do it and still wanted to do it then. We needed to find investors who wanted to do this with us and could support us. I couldn’t come up with 100% (of the capital). Then, I had thoughts of just loaning, salvaging what I could.

On the objective of the Special EP of IFYLITA

!!! SPOILERS AHEAD !!! SKIP THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED Tee: Following the title of the series, the problem that we encountered was that we knew we would have to make the Special Episode in a way that says “thank you” for the people who still miss IFYLITA so that gave rise to the special EP. I thought with the writing team that it cannot clash with the original story in a way that would cause problems. We thought about numerous ways to do it but we felt that those ways clashed and created problems with the original story. Being unable to go back (to 1927) is also not possible because we’ve already made it such that Jom has returned to the present time. To save the feelings of the people who read or watched IFYLITA, we let Khun Yai come back in a special way, like what if Khun Yai were to have to live in present day, how would he live his life? What would he be excited about? What fun things would happen? And thus, it became the special EP. In the end, there’s still a need to insert the feelings of the novel a little bit, in the sense of not allowing him (Khun Yai) to be here forever. He experiences happiness but we felt that in the end, we wanted it to follow the plot in which is still a little sad. In the way that there isn’t a happy ending. We wanted everyone to have some feelings of happiness but in the end, needing for these feelings to come to an end. MC: that the truth is indeed the truth Tee: Yes, something to that extent — following the feelings of the story. This is so that if there’s a future or something like that, it would be possible to continue the story. A future in which we would be able to see the real ending of the novel. But regarding that, we don’t have any plans yet. MC: Okay, so to viewers, Tee has said that there isn’t plans yet. Let’s see what the future holds. Tee: Let’s wait like Jom. Many of the fans have asked and to that I’d say, please wait like Jom. MC: Ohhh that’s too much. When watching the special EP, at the end, I’d ask for something to heal my heart at least like for example, that there was the doll that Khun Yai left behind. But there was nothing at all. Not a hint. So I felt really sad.

On IFYLITA: Expected Results vs Reality

Tee: If you had asked me then, if I had came up with 100% of the capital and currently experience a business loss, it would be a great loss. If there wasn’t any investors to support then, we would definitely need to close down Deehup. MC: It would definitely hurt. Tee: We would’ve needed to work and used this to the max. MC: Because you devoted yourself to it. Tee: Because it did get reception. I feel that it was good but in the end, it didn’t follow according to what I had expected in numerous ways. It’s not just about the series having a lot of viewers or it becoming popular or becoming no.1 trending on X every Friday. I don’t mean it as in it 100% or having increasing viewership or other countries buying the rights. There’s no guarantee. Tee: There are many ways to look at it. It is the entire after-sale process in this period of two years that could happen. About this, if you ask me now it has been a year but actually if you ask me about getting back the money, it takes about two years. Tee: We need to find more money in a year after the series has aired. (t/n: Tee most likely alluding to the fact that they have another year after the series end to make a return on the investment, and to gauge whether it's worth it doing SS2) MC: It’s about maintaining and whether after this, it can be developed further or added to. Tee: This is the feeling of someone who does not have the support of a very big company to invest. There’s always a sense of riskiness whenever we have to come up with money or investment. At that time, I was feeling bold, I was a kid with the strength and passion. So I invested money to make the pilot to see how it’d be before we had the opportunity to talk with YYDS, our partner which worked with us.

Some people may not know that IFYLITA has been in the works around the time Dee Hup made Lovely Writer so when Tee said he had reserved this work he was referring to his ambitious self of a few years ago. This might be more well known fact to KaoUp or Lovely Writer fans because Tee hinted about KaoUp playing in a BL period series, specifically this one a while after LW ended but it never came to fruition. And as we now know from Tee's sharing, IFYLITA was definitely in pre-production limbo for a while due to a lack of investors and budget, with Tee spending out of his own pocket to make the pilot.

I really appreciated Director Tee Bundit sharing his insights into the pre-production of IFYLITA. I think IFYLITA is a very underrated series due to this niche genre and I completely understand Tee being traumatized from his being too ambitious and overconfident to take on such a challenging project without actual financial backing. This does kind of mean that IFYLITA S2 is nowhere near soon but I still have hope that eventually more folks will discover this hidden gem of a series because there's just so much dedication and love being put into this series and you will feel it as you watch the series.

#my writing #i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #tee bundit #bright rapheephong #nonkul chanon #mine #thai bl #bl series

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Understanding Class Solidarity

Prewriting this and putting it in a queue. Is Hollywood still striking?

Well, does not matter. Because I gotta talk about another important thing when it comes to leftist thought. Another thing that the capitalist system has kinda managed to very successfully distort. The concept of class solidarity.

See, no matter whether SAG AFTRA and WGA are still on strike when this is going up, the entire issue has shown this - though of course it also has kinda helped some more people to understand this, too.

Because the first reaction of many people upon those folks going on strike, was: "What are they complaining about? They are Hollywood! Hollywood is where the money is!" This was especially true for when the actors went on strike, because we kinda associate actors with being rich. Because we usually think of the likes of a Chris Hemthworth or a Scarlet Johanson, who get like millions per movie where they show up. But people obviously forget that most actors are in fact some random background faces, who barely scrape by. The big actors going on strike, too, is in fact a form of class solidarity.

See, capitalism has told us that the classes are like the middle class, the upper class and the lower classes. And, sure, yeah, those are kinda classes as well - and classism is very much based on this. On the economic standing of people and the marginalization of poor people is very much real.

BUUUUUUUT...

You know what the entire marxist theory says about the classes?

Yeah, there are only two. There is the owning class and there is the working class. And it turns out, that even quite a few of those multimillion dollar actors are in fact still working class, as they do not own the companies in which they make their money. And yes, note, some do. There are a couple of big wing actors who do in fact own the production studios they work under. But this is not true for all or even for most.

And here is the thing: The difference between the owning class and the working class is, that the working class works and actually produces value, while the owning class profits off that generated value.

That is also why the saying goes: "Every profit is stolen wages." And this is true, no matter whether the worker makes 25k a year, 100k, 500k or 3m. If they are the worker, they are almost by necessity exploited. Just that some get exploited a ton more.

To keep it with the film studios, because it is a nice example to have.

Who really made it possible for like Avengers Endgame to bring in 2 billion bucks. Was it Bob Iger (or Bob Chapek)? Or was it like the directors, actors, costume makers, set makers, camera people, technicians, CGI creators and what not? Who really did generate that value?

And understanding that is the core to understanding class solidarity.

The system right now is very interested in people not realizing it. That we actually all do have more in common with other workers, than we have with the owning class. That if we just all went on strike, that the owning class would loose everything.

The average person with their 40k/year office job does have more in common both with the B-List actor, who might make a couple hundred thousand per movie, AND with the black trans 20 something homeless kid working at Starbucks while living on their frined's sofa.

Because all three of them do not own the fruits of their labor. All three of them have their life dictated by people who own whatever they are working for.

Class solidarity is to understand this and to stand side by side with everyone who is striking and fighting for their right to get treated fairly.

#anarchism #communism #anti capitalism #class solidarity #strike #striking #unionize #labor rights #labor unions #working class #eat the rich

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ELLE Exclusive: Mile And Apo Chat About Their Upcoming Movie Man Suang

ELLE: Did you expect such long queues of fans awaiting you in India?

Mile & Apo (M & A): India was always on our bucket list to visit and explore, all thanks to its rich culture and diversity. And when it comes to the fans, we actually did have an idea of our Indian fanbase because our tags are always filled with their appreciative posts. But such a huge welcome was totally unexpected! The moment we saw fans waiting for us at the airport, we were ecstatic, to say the least.

ELLE: How did you embody your new characters in Man Suang?

Apo: We had several workshops with the director to get into the characters, as we had to go back in time to represent them. I also gave myself a lot of time to master this traditional Thai dance; its glimpse can be seen in the trailer, and it is now one of my favourite takeaways from the shoot.

Mile: I studied the way people used to live back in that time period because there were very rare representations of that time in movies or series for us. I researched the politics of this era, as well as the migration or export and import of culture, as multicultural representation is a big part of my character. I also learned to play some traditional musical instruments which is something new for me.

ELLE: Describe your characters’ roles in the film.

Apo: My character’s name is Khem; he is like an underdog in that era’s social scenario. He has this aspiration to climb the social ladder. Khem is a layperson who’s from a slave community. So to go above and beyond in this social drama, he uses traditional Thai dance. And as we know, Man Suang is a place for entertainment for up-per-class people. This is where anyone can be anything they want without being judged. And this is a mystery for him because this place is where class barriers are broken.

Mile: I play this character called Khun Chat, whom I would describe as a very sorted and defined man with a clear goal and a vivid mission, and he’s really true to him-self and his goal. Since day one, he’s the same person, and this is portrayed through the beauty and aesthetic of the movie. And along the journey, you will see the layers of his thoughts and character develop.

ELLE: What makes Man Suang different from other mystery or suspense films made in Thailand?

Apo: For me, it is the uniqueness of the story, which showcases an extremely different era, as well as the different sexuality of the characters, which will come to life through this set of hardworking actors. It’s not the typical static movie; this one is round and dynamic. There is a much-needed grey area in everyone’s character; nobody’s too good or too bad, which will be seen in a very organic way for the plot development.

Mile: The biggest key is the naturalness of each character, and that brings charm to the story. Man Suang has a cast that plays these diverse characters, and the plot itself deals with numerous issues that have some complexity, be it through the music, the suspense of the story, or the aesthetics.

ELLE: Which was your favourite scene to shoot for the film?

M & A: The shoot was overall a very different experience for both of us. And when it comes to our favourite shot or scene, we will surely say it has to be our emotional scenes because that’s where we feel more connected to our characters. And we expect that’s where the audience will see our characters in a different light as well.

ELLE: Will Man Suang release in India?

M & A: That is something we are surely hoping for. No matter which channels people can watch it on, we would love it to reach a global audience because its story is a mixture of cultures–whether it’s Thai, Chinese or even Indian. One of the biggest reasons for making this movie is to showcase our Thai culture to an international audience.

#man suang #mileapo #mile phakphum #apo nattawin #Elle India #interview

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Kalego hates noisy places, but he especially dislikes work meetings. Of course, there is no denying that all (or almost all) of them are his colleagues are professionals in their field, but as soon as some idiot (most often the director) starts talking about some topic separate from the work, it can last for hours. And Naberius can't even leave because it's disrespectful. It's a good thing they don't put him at the very back of the queue with his reports just to make him lose his temper.

And this day should not be any different from all the others, only…

The sudden fog around him moves him into a familiar room, hands gripping his soft, fluffy sides tightly and a little painfully. Someone very familiar is pinning him to the wall, where a centipede is sitting with many small eyes on its hair-covered legs.

–KILL THAT THING!

Kalego feels like a cat that the owner presses against a cockroach sitting on the wall, naively thinking that the lazy creature will kill someone. But Naberius has no choice, so he swings and uses a Cerberion puppy, which gets rid of the infernal insect and leaves no ugly spots on the wall.

Once the little creature is killed (which Balam wouldn't approve of), the demon turns to face a view that doesn't leave its own face ironic and sarcastic. He sighs and reaches out a clawed hand to stroke the finger pressed against his stomach.

–Did some insect scare you that much?

–`S-some insect`?! Did you see THAT?! It has eyes on each leg! And it's HUGE! Fu-fu-fu! Be-e-e!

–Someone said they wasn't afraid of insects.

–I'm not afraid of human insects! They don't usually have a hundred eyes scattered all over their bodies!

You scream a little more, and then you start to choke. After coughing a couple of times, turn the Kalego so that the small furry creature is facing you. Even in this form, the demon doesn't look too pleased, and you dutifully bow your head to apologize.

–I interrupted your school meeting? I'm sorry, – if you had ears like Ameri or Opera, they would immediately fall down. – It's just that you told me to call you every time I was in danger... so I acted immediately.

–At least you're used to reading spells quickly, – Kalego lowers his small paws, touching sharp claws to your skin, and shakes his head. – And even if I meant attacking you directly, that's not exactly a bad option either. At least I can make it look like I'm away on important business, and not just skip a work meeting with these idiots.

–That is… will you stay in this form... for a while?

Naberius sees hope in your shining eyes and cannot refuse. He nods in frustration, and you giggle softly-squeal, pressing his small body to your face. The silky fur touches your face and you giggle into his stomach, leaving barely noticeable kisses on the demon's skin. Kalego initially resists, trying to move away from your tickling movements, but eventually gives up and lightly hugs your head with his paws.

For obvious reasons, Naberius does not often assume his familiar form, even when there are no demons around to torment him, that is, "pet" him. Kalego doesn't feel so confident in this cute, charming form, as he stops scaring everyone around him just by looking at his face or eyes. But that doesn't mean that sometimes, sometimes he can't make an exception for you.

And this is one of those days! You didn't expect to get something like this today! You were just cleaning up the house when you saw a huge insect that would make anyone's guts turn over, and you called the first defender you could think of. And now, thanks to this, you get a soft pillow-toy for an indefinite amount of time, which means that you need to start using this opportunity as soon as possible!

You hurry to the sofa in the living room, holding Kalego like a small child and scratching his small belly with your index finger. When you land on the furniture, you lie on your side and hold the demon to your face, inhaling the unusual, slightly strange, but still pleasant aroma.

The softness and beauty of life immediately surrounds you from all sides. You stroke and scratch your love in all the places you can reach. Kalego quietly complains about you, spins a little back and forth, but still allows you to create your "loving love". You cover his cute face with small kisses, glad that there is something adorable in Hell, and not just incomprehensible monsters that want to devour you.

Naberius snuggles closer to your neck as you stop moving your head in all directions and stand still to enjoy the moment. He quietly flaps his wings, trying to cover at least your hand, but his round body does not work. The demon groans in exasperation and buries his beak into your skin, inhaling the familiar smell of a human, his human.

Lying next to a fluffy and cute Kalego, you suddenly feel a little smaller and younger than you really are. Remembering all those times when you fell asleep as a child after playing with a soft toy, you move a little closer to the demon, burying your forehead in him and slightly hiding your nose in his fur. The air seems to be filled with a sleepy potion, and soon you start to doze, gently hugging Naberius with one arm.

Kalego tosses a little when he realizes that the person across from him has fallen asleep, settles back down and leaves a small birdlike kiss on her cheek. He does not feel tired (except mentally), and therefore cannot also close his eyes and also have a sweet sleep. So he promises himself that he will take care of his beloved's sleep until she wakes up... or until the damn headmaster comes here to ruin everything.

The demon admires the peaceful expression on the other person's face, rolls his eyes when a little saliva starts to roll down from the corner of her lips, and calls for a handkerchief to wipe it all away. He hopes that this day will pass quickly, he will return to his normal form, so that he can come back and truly embrace his love.

Yes. That will be fine. Suddenly, the dark eyes notice small dark spots left over from hickeys and bites. Kalego smiles faintly and hums contentedly to himself as he folds his wings behind his back.

It will need to update the "labels".

*+*

As soon as you hear the sound of a key turning in the lock, you immediately drop everything and rush to the entrance to throw yourself at Kalego with hugs, screeching and screams. Usually, the demon doesn't look too pleased, but he opens his arms with incredible speed, preparing to catch you in his arms. But this time he scowls at you, holding you close with only one hand, and then only for a short time.

You immediately realize that you should leave him alone. By saying that dinner is on the stove, you go to work out a plan for the next lesson, or rather, just try to remember what is so interesting about life in the human world.

You take a few steps and are almost at the end of the corridor when a hand is suddenly grabbed. Kalego freezes with a sad face behind you, and you suddenly see longing and fatigue in his eyes. The demon mumbles that he will do without food, and asks if you are free now.

You've never been very good at improvising, but it's not hard to talk about your own world, so you nod as you follow Naberius. He gently pulls you by the wrist to the sofa, where he sits, gently pushes you in the chest and leaves you lying on the soft pillows.

Kalego sighs heavily and a little painfully, starting to take off his clothes. For a second, you twitch your entire body, watching as pale skin appears from behind the long robe. The demon magically sends his form to a chair, and then, opening his wings and stretching them a little, lies down on you, with one arm around your back, touching the place where you might have wings, and with the other hand removing the ring from you.

Stress radiates from your love in waves, and you rush to put your arms around his back and head, holding him closer to you. Naberius inhales softly through his nose a couple of times, and then exhales with relief, hugging you with both hands and hiding his nose in your home clothes. His hand twitches, as if he wants to intertwine his fingers with yours, but for some reason he changes his mind. You take the hint and start using both hands to relax the demon.

Naberius closes his eyes, enjoying the touch of his head, horns, hair, ears, back, and wings. It's amazing how much he still needs physical touch. Each time he stays around you longer and longer, holds you in his arms longer and longer before work, and hardly lets go of your hand on dates… His face may remain stony, but his gentle nature will somehow manifest itself around you.

You chuckle softly, and the Kalego bounces on your chest. He opens one eye, looks at you intently. In response, you just stroke him harder and push him back, muttering to him to continue napping. The demon listens, and it looks like your chuckle was not in vain, because he is going to fall asleep on you again, as he did so many times before. It's nice, of course, but it's not too interesting to lie and stare at the ceiling without a book, phone, or any other entertainment at hand.

Fortunately, your ring is nearby, so you won't get bored today.

The demon's breathing is getting shallower by the second that you scratch him like a dog. You're just thinking that he's fallen asleep and is about to put on the ring when Naberius suddenly raises his hand and snaps his fingers. From somewhere in the bedroom comes a blanket that covers the bodies lying on the sofa. Kalego relaxes more, one of wings rolls down and begins to hang down to the floor, the other is curled up and embraces you from below.

You can almost hold back a happy giggle when you see the calm, peaceful demon. You want to snap him to your chest and strangle him in your arms. You can barely restrain yourself from waking him up, eventually trying to relax as much as possible and try to fall asleep as well.

You watch the light coming in from the window and playing on the ceiling. The house is dark, and you can hear the papers on your desk rustle slightly in the wind. Kalego is lying on top of you, not moving and barely breathing. He sleeps as quietly as ever. He would look dead if he didn't occasionally twitch his nose or move his wing. He looks like a statue, but not just because he's so heavy. (Although everything is relative).

You love evenings like this almost as much as you love evenings when you talk to Kalego. He may not be as interested in the human world as his friend, but he will always listen to you and ask you to tell him more if you remember your past "home". He will always tell you something about Hell: whether it's some random fact, something important that can save your life, something related to school and your work as a "teacher", or even something about himself. Lying in silence and remembering his voice next to you, you can't help but smile, realizing that he almost doesn't sound tired, annoyed or angry, and if he does, you are rarely the cause of it.

In fact, it's quite easy to negotiate with Naberius... at least for you, that's for sure. He may have a tough personality, but because you find more and more charming details in it every time, life becomes much easier. His mutterings of displeasure are becoming more amusing than infuriating day by day.

You look at Kalego, remember his small shape, remember Iruma... and then your past "home". The human world was never something that you often thought about, unless it was required in class. There wasn't anything... special about it.

Yes, you were an adult, with a lot of memories and people who were even... dear to you. You weren't Iruma, who easily left everything behind and went to the demon world. You had something to cling to.

At the beginning of your "work" here, you almost did not think about your relatives, because you were afraid of everything and tried to survive. Soon, the events taking place in Hell sucked you in, and you didn't have time to think about the loved ones you left behind. But things are pretty calm right now, so you start thinking about the human world and... get terrified.

Yes, you were not killed by that maniac, but you still disappeared from your world without a trace. Your job wasn't something you wanted to run to as fast as you could from five o'clock in the morning, but they probably told your relatives that you were... missing. What was their reaction when they heard this? What about your colleagues, your few friends? Why are you thinking about this only now, after all this time?

The answer is simple: you, like Iruma, didn't want to go back to the human world.

The human world is filled with technology, deceit, cruelty and sadness. Yes, the demon world is the same, but not the demons have so many legends about how some "human" came into the world and destroyed everyone. People who consider themselves better than "some otherworldly beings who take souls and kill for fun", to some extent, were even worse than these very creatures.

And yet... you feel a sharp sadness and regret that you were not able to at least say goodbye to some of the people in your environment. They were never too close to you, but they were still the ones you chatted with before and after work, who you sometimes went out to have fun with, and even felt like they really enjoyed spending time with you.

You continue to stare at the ceiling, but with different eyes. Has there ever been a person in your life that you truly cherish, for whom you would go to the other side of the country just to help them? No. But would you like to see some people from the human world, at least once more? Definitely yes.

Kalego opens his eyes with difficulty and lifts himself up slightly, looking down at you. You instantly turn your attention to the demon and give him a faint smile. You want to ask him in a cheerful voice if he slept well, but all that comes out of your mouth is... a whimper?

–Why are you crying?

Naberius leans over and brushes away the tear tracks that roll down your cheeks with his thumbs. You swallow and look away from him, starting to stare at the fireplace. Kalego exhales, leans in and kisses you on both cheeks, then leaves a small kiss on your lips before pulling away again.

–Do you want to talk about it?

His voice is so soft and gentle that it feels foreign. No, he is often gentle and kind to you, but your own thoughts have made you suddenly too sensitive to any words coming out of the demon's mouth.

–I just... I just thought my parents might be thinking… That I was dead.

Naberius freezes, carefully scanning your face. He rubs his cheek, then pulls you into his arms, starting to stroke your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and snuggle up with a soft whimper, like a wounded puppy. No one else says anything. You calm down a little in the embrace, but you still feel a sudden weight in the depths of your chest.

It comes so suddenly and doesn't go away at all. All your thoughts are suddenly focused on that past life, you imagine the reaction of people who found out about a maniac, and then realized that you did not come to work, did not return to the apartment, that some of your things are lying in the same alley where Sullivan appeared and saved you from a madman.

You fall asleep in Kalego's arms, but you still wake up with a heavy heart. Kalego makes you breakfast and showers you with love in various ways, but you still don't feel good. The same thoughts are swirling in your head, even if you try to shut them up, knowing that nothing can be changed.

You lived far away from your parents and rarely communicated with them, but suddenly the desire to hear familiar voices suddenly begins to devour you from the inside. The desire to see the school you went to destroys you from the inside out. The desire to look into a familiar office and talk to colleagues, even if they will not be so happy about you, pierces you from the inside.

–(Y/N)-san, is everything okay?

You look up from your cup of tea and stare at Iruma. Today is the day when you go to his house and talk to him about everything from school to certain things in the human world. And even if the latter topic rarely comes up, for some reason it was today that the boy decided to talk about it. He wants to tell his friends something interesting about his past "home", but he couldn't think of anything, so he asked you to help... unwittingly reminding you of the heaviness in his chest.

–Yes... probably. I just... I just miss my old "home" a little, – you shrug and take a small sip. – I understand that you don't have the best memories of your past life, but... it wasn't so bad for me after all. And while I'm glad I ended up in Hell... I suddenly thought I'd like to... see my parents.

You can literally hear Iruma stop breathing for a second. He looks at you with regret, then lowers his head and mumbles a sad apology. You shake your head and force a smile.

–It's definitely not your fault, Iruma-kun. If I hadn't been here, I would have been killed then. Because you are there, I found an easy job and my love. Besides, I like to study magic.

–What was... your family like? I'd like to understand what it's like to have... parents who didn't leave you practically to your fate. B-but if you don't feel comfortable talking about it, don't!..

–It's all right. My parents... they're good people. I can't say that we always had a good relationship, but they helped me finish school well and go to university in another city… After that, I tried to study, so I rarely came to them. I was able to get a job right after I graduated and tried not to lose it in the first few months, so... I didn't really talk to them either. Before I got here, I was trying to get a promotion, so... – you sigh too loudly with grief. – I think I've started to forget a lot. I hadn't spoken to them in so long, even on the phone, that I almost forgot their voice…

You raise your head and look at the sad boy. You shake your head and smile weakly.

–Don't worry about me, Iruma-kun. I'm the one who's here to support you. Distance separates people from each other, especially if they have previously communicated without barriers… I just suddenly thought that I would like to visit them at least once more… These thoughts will probably go away soon, so don't worry about me.

But they didn't leave. Just like Iruma's sad look. When you go to his house again, you hear some screams, and after a few days you will find out that…

–W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'RE GOING TO THE HUMAN WORLD?!

And it screams not even Kalego…

–Iruma-kun said that he wants to bring some goodies from the human world to his friends, and also go for a walk with his beloved grandfather, so we're going there!

–What does this have to do with me?

–You will protect Iruma-kun with your eyes and keep bad people away from us, Kalego-kun!

–Then why are they coming?

–If Iruma-sama gets cold, I'll put it on his jacket. Or don't you like being around me, Kalego-ku-un?

Naberius hides behind you and clears his throat.

–You know you've already been caught once visiting the human world, right? Now you want me to be accused of trespassing in another world as well?!

–Don't worry, Kalego-kun, we won't be discovered this time! – Sullivan winks. – I've refined the spell, so there won't be any problems! But I couldn't find a spell that allows me to understand human language, so I'm counting on my wonderful grandson and you, (Y / N)!

–Uh... okay.

–If anything happens, tell them during the interrogation that we were forced to.

You nod and look around. Iruma and you are dressed in normal clothes, but everyone else is wearing hats and long cloaks to hide their tails, horns or ears.

– Go ahead!.. By the way, (Y/N), can you tell me where your parents live? You can visit them in the late afternoon if you want!

Your eyes light up and you nod at the address. Opera wags their tail thoughtfully as they pick up their coat, watching as the stronger demon looks at a map and nods to himself. He snaps his fingers and a portal appears, where everyone enters.

You find yourself in an abandoned building located not so far from the city. You're about to ask where everyone wants to go first, when Opera suddenly grabs you, throws you over their shoulder, and runs away, shouting to the shocked Kalego: "Try to catch me if you can, kohai!" The demon immediately rushes after them, Sullivan puts his grandson on his shoulders, and they cheerfully go in the direction of tall buildings.

It looks like it was some old abandoned hospital in the woods, as you are greeted by a rather vibrant area of the city, not the outskirts. You look around and can't believe that you are seeing all these signs again, advertising, inscriptions about free Wi-fi, buying some two products for the price of one, and so on. You smile at the familiar smells, feeling even more excited when Opera finally puts you on the floor.

–So, where do you want to go? I do not know that many free places, so...

–Don't worry, (Y/N), I brought some expensive jewelry that I've heard can be exchanged! Can you help us?

You nod and look around uncertainly. Where's the pawnshop?..

You go ahead, looking around and choosing someone who won't yell at you as soon as you speak to them. It's hot outside, and you genuinely empathize with the demons wearing multiple layers of clothing. Iruma in shorts is pointing around and chatting about something, and you notice strange looks from passersby.

Have we forgotten how to speak the "human language"? What happens if I can't speak my native language? What should we do then?! And how do I... how do I talk to my parents?

You hear your name and turn around, quickly realizing that it's not Kalego speaking. You look in surprise at your former colleague, who runs up to you with a surprised cry and a glass of some liquid in his hands.

–(Y/N)?! Is that you, (Y/N)?! (Y/N)!..

You are surprised when she throws herself at you and hugs you so hard that the air escapes from your lungs. She was one of the people who was most friendly to you and sometimes invited you to parties, but for her to be so kind to you?..

–Oh, (Y/N), I thought you were sold for organs! – she starts shaking you from side to side, shouting in a panic all over the street. – Why didn't you answer your phone? I contacted your parents, they don't know anything! Where have you been? You scared everyone! The police searched for you for several months, and then stopped, saying that there are absolutely no leads!..

You look at her directly and suddenly realize that her speech sounds familiar, you understand her, but still something is wrong. It's like you've abruptly started practicing a second language that you've learned and haven't used in a long time.

–What does she say? – Kalego asks, looking at you doubtfully and clearly wanting to shut your colleague up by force. – It's so loud.

–She's just, uh, happy to see me. It's hard to explain…

The woman freezes, and then looks from you to Naberius in surprise.

–What language are you speaking now?

–Um, that's easy… this is such a special variety of Asian languages, a mixture of several and a strong accent. Kalego-kun and my companions are from a small town where this language is spoken. It's... it's all a little hard to explain...

–He looks like he doesn't understand us. Doesn't he even know English? I mean... how many opportunities to play games and read comics does he lose?

–They value their native language much, so it can't be helped... ahem.

–Well, it doesn't matter. Where have you been all this time?! Why didn't you tell me everything was fine?!

–Um, it's a complicated story... I was sort of... kidnapped?

You cough nervously as you watch her eyes widen. With a quick shake of your head, you hurry to calm the woman down so that she doesn't scream again.

–But I'm fine, don't worry! Sullivan-sama, – you point to the old demon who is chatting incessantly with Iruma, – saved me and brought me to him. There I met Opera-san and Kalego-kun. They decided to take a little walk today, so I'm kind of like a translator here...

She looks first at you, then at Naberius, and then gives you a brilliant answer:

–I didn't think you'd ever get involved with the mafia.

You look at her blankly, and she points her finger at the demon closest to her.

–He's dressed like an Italian mobster, (Y/N). And they, by the way, too. And that look... can you ask him not to look at me like he's judging how much my organs are worth on the black market?

–I'm afraid he was born with that look. I can only cover his eyes with my hand.

–I think he'll burn a hole in it and keep staring at me.

You giggle and nod weakly. You ask Kalego to move away for a while, and he starts to devour your interlocutor with his gaze even more.

–I'm not sure, (Y/N). Are you sure it's safe?

–You just don't want to go to Opera-san and Sullivan-sama, do you?

–Including. And I just don't want anything to happen to you.

–This is a human world, nothing will happen to me, don't worry… Now go, go.

You push him away and continue to communicate with the former colleague. It's nice to know the news of your home world, let each one make you sadder and sadder.

–So you lost your phone and couldn't recover it? That's how... unfortunate. But I always told you that you need to remember the phone numbers of other people, at least relatives!

–I'm going to buy a new one if they don't give me the old one, so I'll be fine…

–Why didn't they buy it for you right away?! Doesn't the mafia want you to give up their secrets?

–Yes, they are not members of the mafia!

–They don't show it!

–Anyway… can you tell me where the pawnshop is? Sullivan-sama wants to exchange some jewelry.

–Stolen goods are hardly accepted there…

–They're not mafiosi!

You chat with her a little more, then look at the maps to get to the pawnshop. The woman makes sure for the last time that you are safe and sound, and leaves, saying that she will tell everyone at work that you are fine, but you should still go to the police and report your "miraculous discovery".

Which you do as soon as you exchange jewelry. Sullivan goes shopping with his grandson, and you go to "please the law". You may feel awkward coming up with a story on the go, but Kalego helps you a lot. You are glad that they did not ask for documents, otherwise it would have been a failure. You are given your passport, taken from the apartment, where you should not return, because the owner can make you really lost, some documents, as well as a phone that was found after Sullivan “got rid” of the owner.

Kalego is surprised that your phone has no buttons, to which you shrug and say that you need to somehow have fun and improve, since there is no magic. After that, he offers to charge it with lightning, but you refuse, just asking for charging from the police.

You sit and wait for the phone to finish charging, looking ahead and moving awkwardly back and forth on the spot. Naberius sits next to you, crossing his legs and looking at the police in a way that makes them afraid. A few of them want to go up to him and ask him to stop, but this look scares them too much.

–You're going to call your parents, aren't you?

You jump up and down, not understanding how the demon read your mind. Kalego looks back at you, and you sigh, nodding.

–I-I'm not sure what I'm going to tell them. Yes, I'll tell them about the "abduction" if they ask, but... I just don't want to worry them any more and... I don't want to reassure them. I mean... this might be the last time I'll see them. They'll think I'll call them, but I-I'll never do that.

Naberius reaches out to you, and you are horrified to feel his tail moving. Fortunately, the demon quickly regains his composure and quietly apologizes, saying that he will control himself better from now on. As a result, he puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his chest, playing with the tips of your hair with his fingers.

–Actually... maybe you can call them after we get back to Hell.

–In what way?

–Let the Batora of our favorite student think about that. It is quite difficult to create a portal between two worlds, but surely the connection is not so difficult to make.

–We'll have to pay every month for the chance to call my parents. I don't think Sullivan-sama will be so happy to risk his happy life with Iruma-kun and come here at least once every few months. And even more so, he won't want to constantly change his jewelry.

–If you think the system can't be fooled, then you're wrong, – he smiles at you, and all the cops get even more creepy. – And I'll threaten to give them the lowest grade in battle magic if they don't come up with something.

–You're so cruel! – you nudge him in the side.

–That's why I'm a demon, (Y/N).

–Speaking of which… Why is there a spell that allows you to understand demons, but no spell that allows you to understand humans? And how did Sullivan-sama make a contract with Iruma-kun's parents if he doesn't know any human language? And how do demons do this in general?!

–As far as I know, when a person summons a demon, there is a temporary 'connection' between them, allowing them to understand each other. It disappears as soon as the demon returns to its own world. As for spells… I don't know if this is true or not, but people used to be used as servants and food, – you swallow involuntarily, – and it's easier and "more arrogant" to make a person understand a demon than a human demon. And we demons have one language, and you have many. It's easier to use a spell and force them to learn one language than to constantly pick up a new one.

–That's how... well, it's a good thing I ended up in the demon world after all.

–Thanks to me, you'll be able to learn everything-everything you want to know!

–I didn't want that much… Just take me to the places you like. I want to know what your life was like when you lived here.

You nod, even though you don't know where to take him… You just ate, read, played games, and sometimes went for a walk in the park. Nothing really interesting…

While your phone is charging, you try to remember interesting places. Once it's charged, you exhale and pick a familiar number, ready to call your parents.

The voice you almost forgot almost makes you burst into tears on the spot. You squeeze the phone harder, afraid you'll drop it.

–I do not know who is calling this number, – you almost do not understand the text, because you can not concentrate, – but stop it immediately! Delete my number and never mock me like that again! I don't know anything about my daughter anyway, so just leave me alone...!

–M-mama, Mama, it's me-me! Listen… this is not a joke! Don't hang up!

The silence hits your heart hard, and then a loud sob is heard from the other side. Kalego squeezes your hand, turning away, giving you support and allowing you to communicate with relatives almost in private.

–(Y/N), is it... is it really you? Where are you... where have you been all this time?.. Why didn't you call us?! Your boss reported that you weren't at work, you weren't at home, no one saw you, and we!..

–I'll tell you everything tonight, I promise! I'll come to you... is Dad around? I'd like to hear his voice, too.

You've never cried so hard. The crazy life in Hell fades into the background, and you can finally think about your original family. A conversation you've been thinking about for days immediately goes off track, as you start crying, unable to say even a single sentence properly. You promise and promise that you'll meet them tonight before you laboriously hang up the phone and sniff loudly. Kalego discreetly creates a handkerchief and hands it to you.

–(Y/N)-san, – this is the first thing you hear as soon as you calm down a little and go outside, – are you all right? Have you talked to your parents?

–Y-yes... thank you for giving me this opportunity, Iruma-kun, – you sit down and pat him on the head. – I promised to visit them tonight, but they're in another city, so…

You lift your head and look at Sullivan. The demon smiles at you and nods, telling you that he will go somewhere interesting while you communicate with your family. He suggests that you temporarily forget about all the bad things and go have fun, especially since now you, a person who knows this city, are nearby, so everything should go just fine.

And so it happens. The first few places that Iruma and the others wanted to visit, you look sadly in front of you, but then you come to your senses a little and begin to gradually join in the general fun. It's nice to walk for other people's money, so you show the demons places where you couldn't go for your salary or where it was a commonplace pity to spend your own savings.

Small cafes and big restaurants, exhibitions and attractions, movies and parks – everything passes by and leaves good memories. You go with Kalego just behind the others. Naberius looks scowling, he crosses his arms and looks around, but you can see a slight twinkle of interest in his eyes. You stop every time he has a question and explain a particular thing to him, watching out of the corner of your eye as Iruma does the same to his protector and grandfather.

–Shichiro would love it here, – the demon says quietly, looking around the bookstore window. A large black cat comes around the corner, stretching lazily in the sun. – Maybe steal him an animal…

–L-let's not put the local flora and fauna under such stress! Maybe we should buy him some textbooks instead. I'll pass them on for him.

–I wonder if the sheet music is sold here... I'm curious about the difference between demon music and human music.

–I'm not sure, but... there are probably autobiographies of musicians inside, or something like that… Hey, Opera-san, we'll go inside for a second, okay?

The demon eating some human food with a cat-like smile turns their head to you and nods quickly. You drag Kalego inside. The store is quiet, cool, and smells a little like books. Naberius lets out a sigh of relief and starts moving next to you near the even rows of bookshelves. He stops and points at some of the books, wanting to know what they're about. Somehow, all he comes across all the time is weird romance novels, some unfunny comedies, and books about teamwork. You have to take him to some other department before he gets into a fight with a book that tells him by its description that he is not a good colleague for other teachers.

Books for children and adult textbooks are in your hands, and you are ready to help Kalego choose the right reading material. The demon freezes with a book in his hands, probably looks at it, then hands it to you and asks what is there in the plot.

–Uh ... it's a book about the kind of torture used centuries ago…

–Fine, I'll take it.

–N-not as a March-san gift, I hope?..

–Oh, don't worry, – his smile is as creepy as it often is, – I'll use such a rare find on my own.

Naberius takes a few more books, including some complex textbooks, horror films, biographies of some musicians and notes to fairly well-known classical works that came from somewhere. You choose literature to suit your taste and stand at the cash register, afraid to even imagine how you will drag it all.

Fortunately, there is always a weight-loss spell, so you can carry the bags on one finger, but Kalego insists on taking all your belongings. Later, he will reduce them and hide them in his pocket.

The day is going well, too well even. It could have been a great date if it hadn't been for the trio reacting admiringly to everything around them. Fortunately, not only did they distract you in this way, but they also left you free to hold your favorite demon's hand or even kiss him while no one else was looking. In this huge city full of people, you feel a little uneasy, but everything is fine as long as Kalego is near you.

You visit a few more places and end up on a park bench. Opera with bags and others buy ice cream, while you sit with the already purchased portion and look at the sky. It's already evening in the city where your parents live, so it's time for you to head there.

–That damn headmaster said they were going to see the pond and then send us to another city. Are you ready to... meet your parents?

You nod to yourself.

–But... would you like to come with me?

Naberius thinks for a moment, looks ahead, quietly continuing to nibble on some dried fruit that he bought at the market. The demon shrugs and turns to you.

–If you want to. I can go to them as your friend or as your love. You haven't seen your parents in a long time, so it's up to you whether to interrupt this meeting with me or not.

–Then I'd like to... introduce you. And if I introduce you, my story will seem more complete. Although I wish I could tell them something different, I have no other excuse or reason for disappearing from this world for a few months…

–We can always erase their memories if you want, – Kalego says, patting you on the shoulder. - Or replace some memories.

–Can you do it?! – you jump up and down.

–I... no, – he winces and looks at the departed demons. – I specialize in battle magic, even if I could, I would only make it worse for them. But our favorite boss can. If he can manipulate the minds of demons, then he definitely won't have any problems with humans.

–What makes you think he won't refuse me?

–You're taking care of his 'favorite grandson'. And it's easier for him than moving to another world, so no problem.

–I-I need to think about it.

You remain seated until the trio returns.

–So, (Y/N), are you ready to see your parents? Oh, I heard there's a great little restaurant right next to your house! While you're chatting with your parents, we'll go there! Do you want to bring some food, Iruma-kun?..

–Sullivan-sama... if anything happens, can you... change the memory of my parents?

The demon freezes in place, watching you closely. He rolls thoughtfully from one heel to the other, and then nods weakly.

–I think I'll have to spend a certain amount of time, but there shouldn't be any problems. Of course, if other people ask your parents something that I erased from their heads, it will be an awkward situation, but that's another matter.

–Then you can... change their memories as soon as I... we, – you squeeze Kalego's hand, – get back from them? I don't want them to worry any more once I'm gone... again.

The demon nods and suggests that you go somewhere where no one can see the company.

You walk up the mountain next to Naberius, squeezing his hand and constantly tripping. When he asks you what's wrong, you don't say anything for a few seconds, and then you say it with dry lips:

–Perhaps... it would be better... if they simply erased the memory of my existence. I can ask them to move somewhere where no one will know they had a daughter, and then... make them forget about me.

Kalego freezes, and so do you, almost falling down. You look at it without understanding anything. The demon shakes his head and pulls you into his arms.

–I mean… I definitely won't go back to this world, because I still live for myself, not for them, and I want to be with you, in a world that has become so much closer to me in such a short amount of time… And they will feel better if they forget that their daughter first did not call them for several months, and then was reported missing.…

–I don't have the right to choose for you, but I still don't advise you to do it, –he pulls you closer to him. – Maybe they'll forget you, but you definitely won't. And if you ever want to visit them, they will see you as a stranger, not as their own daughter. It will hurt your heart a lot.

–But I-I can't leave them to suffer again, – you cling to him and try to hide your tears in his clothes. – I'm already a bad daughter, I only thought about them now... should they even remember someone like me?..

–I'm sure as soon as you see them, you'll stop thinking of yourself as 'bad', – he moves away and pats you on the head. – And so it would be better to change their memories and maybe come here occasionally to visit them.

–And how can that be possible?..

–If Iruma becomes the demon king – which I doubt, even with the prophecy – communication with humans will clearly become easier. But even if you don't, you still have your boss. And... eh, so be it, I'll try to master the portal creation technique, although I don't promise anything.

–You're working so hard for me... thank you so much.

You rush to hug him, immediately hearing a giggle almost in your ear. Opera stands at the top and makes with their fingers the heart that you and Kalego fall into. You hear growls from one side and laughter from the other and decide it's time to meet your family.

Taking the demon's hand, you walk forward to the abandoned hospital, trying to breathe calmly and not think about anything that might reflect badly on your meeting with your parents.

It's time to apologize to them for their long absence.

#kalego x reader #mairimashita! iruma kun #kalego naberius #x reader #fem!reader

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0owhatsamsays · 9 months

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GOOD OMENS - It was all about Crowley

I can't believe I didn't see it. Gabriel who is the chief archangel falls in love with the chief demon and Metatron is like "Fine. Let them go." Then why would it be a problem for Aziraphale and Crowley to do the same? Many people said Aziraphale chose to go with Metatron to save Crowley because Metatron set an ultimatum "Death or you come with me." So he didn't do anything about Gabriel, but he would do it with Crowley and Aziraphale? Crowley even said it: "If they can, why can't we?" and he's right. There is no reason for Metatron to stop them and not stop Gabriel. Metatron's choice: He picked Aziraphale to take the place of Gabriel. Why him though? He's really not that important. And to want him so bad that he even suggests he take Crowley with him? What's the use of it? We all saw how Metatron looked at Crowley. He first watched him across the street while waiting in a queue for the coffee shop and then his question to Crowley was with a completely different intonation compared to how he spoke with the rest. If Aziraphale was the important one in the scene, the directors would've shown us how Metatron is watching him. But he watched Crowley. Then as we all heard, Metatron enters the bookshop after the kiss and asks Aziraphale "How did he take it?". Many people thought it meant that the conversation wasn't real and there was no choice given. But what if he actually simply knew that Crowley would never accept that. But how would he know? Maybe he knows him better than we think. I think that Metatron wanted to separate them, but in a way that Aziraphale doesn't feel that Crowley is threatened, because he wouldn't leave him and he wouldn't be cooperative in Heaven if they've threatened Crowley. He also would constantly want to watch over him to make sure he was okay. The "give me coffee or give me death" and coffee theory, in my opinion, is just "give me liberty or give me death" - like who would choose death? It is predictable, as Metatron said. Aziraphale's choice was predictable. Crowley's choice was predictable. Aziraphale taking the coffee - of course, he would. Why not? It's coffee after all. It is the predictable choice. It was to point out what to expect next. Now, I don't know why Crowley though. However, we have all understood by now that he was more important and higher in the hierarchy than Aziraphale, so for Neil to point out that fact, it must be important, right?

#good omens #neil gaiman #hyperfixation #crowley and aziraphale #crowley #metatron #good omens 2 #go2 spoilers #go2 #good omens thoughts #good omens theory #aziraphale #aziracrow

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twoboneswriter · 7 days

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Pulling stunts on the stuntman

Driver X Colt 1/?

I don't usually write things like this so I'm sorry for awkward moments but I think they have a bromance and I want to mush their faces together like dolls. I wrote a part of this when the first trailer for fall guy dropped. Driver is a lot more book-like I'm obsessed with it but I do have to say there is a plot difference from the movie involving Shannon. So spoilers I think.

>The pair met one day on set, invisible connection drawing the two together. What was equal admiration quickly became adoration. Will it become obsession?

>Driver and Colt meet at a movie set, and fate would make sure that they would continue to do so. One jump, one explosion, four flips, and a long story later, Driver finds himself jumping into something he wasn't ready for. But when isn't he?

It wasn't unfamiliar to have more than one stuntman on a set, in fact multiple of all different kinds. Driver was well, a stunt driver. Colt was a stunt man. He took the brunt of it all with a dopamine smile. The biggest difference between them was that Colt remained on the screen, meant to look nearly identical to the leading actor. The driver wasn't there to be on the screen. The car they let him use was. He found a sense of comfort in that it wasn't like he would deny a director if they had given him a singular line or two, but the blond would rather leave the car to represent him.

Earlier that day, he watched on the side lines, chipping away at the confectionaries at the plastic fold out tables under the plastic tents. He held a sprite can in one hand and the upteenth soft pretzel in the other. He was there early, following the crew around for the day because, well, he had nothing else to do. The people and the food was all the reason he needed to waste his time on the sets. Driver ws never a talker, never social unless he had to be, but even then, he would just say that he was a better listener. And listen he did, to the chatter between actors and director, the laughing of the camera crew, the sound of hair dryers and shutting trailer doors, the footsteps on the hardwood floors and outer concrete asdozens of people walked in and out of the ranch house.

The set today was Aqua Dulce, the sun boiling what little water was in the ground as flat thin jet clouds dusted the blue of the sky. Colt was one of the many bodies that came in and out of the building, how the scene was meant to play is that he would take a punch or two, jump out the window and onto the roof, take another hit, then jump into the pool as a prop grenade was thrown an explosion adjacent to the pool is set off and burning debree falls into the water. It was a simple dramatic scene that didn't mean much to Colt, an easy pay day. Costuming got him fitted in the same clothes as the lead, a dark green sweater with simple black dress pants wth loafers. It seemed very unfamiliar on his body, clothing not matching the attitude of the person wearing them. Yet, Driver had to admit that it complimented the man well. A voice rose above the rest, and people started scrmbing from the scene, a set of cameras heading inside and a set getting into position outside. The pyrotechnics team itching to get to their queue. Then it was quiet, a singular shout, then a round of bangs coming from the house inside. Driver popped another soft pretzle in his mouth and watched as Colt came close to the window. He then watched as he pulled back only to crash through the movie glass and roll out onto the roof. The bad guy followed him out, stepping out from the broken window being tailed close behind by a camera on a pole. A few of the cameras on the outside started to raise up on their platforms. Colt slowly backed to the edge of the roof as the other actor waved around the plastic grenade. As colt jumped the prop was thrown after him, as he landed in the pool a boom sounded off right as his body hit the water and the all-fire firework rained bits of turf and dirt down on the area. Colt popped his head out of the water, delvering one line.

"You missed!"

Driver took a sip of the sprite and added more finger food to his small plate. Colt lifted himself out of the pool. completely drenched with the clothes now sticking to his body. He was rather large, only a couple inches taller than Driver, but held a lot more mass than he ever could. The two chatted before, right there at the table where he hovered. A quick exchange of words that eneded with them knowing each other's reason for being here and their opinions on the weather and script.

Driver was slightly jealous of him, not of his ability, but for being able to jump into the pool on a day as hot as this one. The lead made his way back out of the house as the wild stuntman shuffled and dripped his way over to costuming, who would help him dry off. From a distance they made eye contact, Colt gave him a wide smile, and Driver returned it with a nod. The blond couldn't grasp his thoughts on the other. He watched him walk into the trailer, studying his broad shoulders with every step before he disappeared into the metal box.

By the time the smile had returned, it had been an hour of shooting the talking scenes, and the more boring interactions between characters on the dirt trail. The stuntman had put on a simple white tank top and jeans, assuming this was the outfit he came to the set in. He threw open the white cooler next to the table, pulling a cherry coke from the very bottom of the ice water.

"Tastes better when it's as cold as possible," he said, walking closer to Driver cracking the tab. He hummed in agreemen, tossing his empty plate into the beat-up plastic bin next to the table. "I'm Colt, I dont remember if I ever got your name," he followed quickly to close the silence.

"oh," he spoke up, before getting cut off by a crash, boom, and plume of dirt and smoke.

"What the fuck!" the director shouted as the pyrotechnics scrambled to take contol of the failing stunts. A few harsh words exchanged and the director whips around facing Driver.

"You, shades, you're the stunt driver right?" She asked. He nodded.

"We're gonna go shoot you early so the team can get this mess cleaned,"

The blond threw back the sprite before tossing the can in the equally as beat up bright blue bin.

"See ya," he muttered.

"Yeah," Colt replied with a slightly dimmer smile.

Driver didn't like that.

Blocking wasn't hard, and neither was getting comfortable in the Bronco they supplied for the scene. It was not his first choice for something like this, but it was what the sponsor paid for. It honestly wasn't anything special, and Driver wondered why he was even called for this job if they didn't actually need his skill. A simpe chase down the canyon road off the freeway, ending in the dirt roads of the ranches before crashing into the fence of the set and rolling the car. He had been in crashes before, but usually, they weren't on purpose. They had the whole inside set up with a cage, and he had on more safety gear than hes really worn before. Maybe they did call him for a reason. Maybe this could be a learning experience for him. Crashing on purpose. He wasn't scared nor really concerned about it.

No, he was.

No, he wasn't.

He doesn't like to think about flipping, remembering the state of Shannon's car. That wasn't on purpose. This was. He wishes that was on purpose, he wishes it was planned, and Shannon jumped out of the car that day, throwing his arms in the air, ready to suck down beers that night. They were about ready to position Driver on the freeway offramp, the shine of a beaten silver 4runner caught his eye. He chose to ignore it. The headset shouted,

"ACTION!"

Colt crept up the road in his shitbox. The whole area was closed that day for filming, and they didn't care how much traffic it caused. He watched Driver back up the ramp and into position. Then he watched as a Suburban took a running start from just a few feet behind him, and Driver made the car buck up and haul ass. Bumpers nearly touching as they shot past Colt on Soledad.

For just a half a second, he caught Driver's profie in the helmet.The camera crew comes rushing after him. Colt comes pulling out behind them. Driver caught up to the other car, passing them less than gracefully in his opinion, but the character isn't meant to be an expert. The Sububan almost tips him off the road, which wasn't part of the scene. He recovers, taking his foot off the gas and straightening out before punching it again and putting a gap between them. The private road came up quickly, and the turn was sharp, but it wasn't a threat to miss. He started the turn early, jumping the bronco into the dirt and lumped asphalt curb, kicking rocks and dust into the car behind him before shooting down the road. Now was the flip.

Colt followed as close as he could only getting glipses of the cars in front of him and a whole lot of dirt. He watched Driver take the whole shoulder to turn and he watched as he started to come up on the fence post with a small yellow X on it.

Driver crashed through the fence fine, the wood splintered and shattered easy, movie magic. He jerked the wheel quickly, twisting his wheels to the side and his force still skidding forward. He hit on the breaks immediately, sending the car tumbling into the emptied lot and yard. The impact was hard, not as hard as it would've been without all the protections, but it still hurt when his helmet bounced off the stupid camera on the dash. He knocked around like a bobblehead in the impromptu metal cage, riding the crash out just feeling the flow. By the time the dust cleared, he was upside down and personally hadn't noticed that the crash or the scene itself had ended.

Driver heard yelling by the time he realized that he was sitting still.

"Is he moving in there?!" someone shouted.

"I don't see anything!!" another replied.

He started to fumble with the straps, unclipping the buckles and ungracefully crashing into the roof below him. He cracked open the door, shuffling over and kicking the door open all the way. The cast cheered, Colt sat wide-eyed in his car as he watched Driver walk away from a four flip crash.

That was all he did on set that day, and it was all over and done within minuets.

Yet it was after that day that Driver found himself becoming more and more familiar with the other blond.

He found himself on set again the next day. Sure, his muscles were sore and stiff, but there was a car to drive and money waiting for him there.

And the confections table again. As far as Driver saw it, he got to save money on eating out for every day of filming.

It was almost deja vu, but instead of watching Colt arrive from the costume trailer, he watched him park with all the other cars and walk up to the crew. He didn't care much about the work today or what he was doing or if they even had the time to do it. He sat with a sprite again. The blond did get his hands on the novel the film was based off and started to slowly work his way through it. He still wasn't a reader, but he tried hard to be when everything else seemed so boring.

Eventually, the stuntdriver got more wrapped up in his own thoughts, staring at the same paragraph on the page as the train of thought leaves the station.

"Hi again," Colt snapped him back to the set.

"You were crazy out there yesterday,"

Driver just looked at him from behind his aviators.

"Like good crazy," he followed it up with, rubbing his hands together.

"You too," he mustered a reply. Why is this guy so dedicated to talking to him?

"Oh me? No, no, that was too simple. You should see me jump off one of the office buildings in the city," he boasted.

"Oh yeah? You've jumped off the skyscrapers?" Driver couldn't help but give an ammused huff.

"I could find the movie, or I can invite you to the set next time I do," Colt said with a smile. Driver nodded and hummed, yet again denying Colt any words. Why would he invite him to sets? He barely, if at all, knew him. The blond remembers a faceless agent, telling him something about networking and social level helping climb the ladder or whatever he said. Colt didn't seem like a dishonest guy.

"So tell me bud,"

Driver wasn't sure about this new nickname, though.

Colt was struggling to talk to this, admittedly handsome, brick wall. Gave him no ideas on what to start with, so he went with small talk.

"What got you into work like this?" he asked, leaning against the table where Driver had taken maybe three granola bars that sat in his jacket pocket that hung over the chair.

"What got you doing it?" he threw the question back at him. Colt now didn't seem to expect that, but he also seemed to enjoy boasting.

"Well, it's actually a little funny," is how the story started. Neither of them did anything on set that day, with Colt doing most if not all of the talking. Driver shared a bit that well all he did was drive, that he was living in LA and was from Arizona, and maybe a few other miscellanous things he's heard from other movie sets.

They left just before the crew finished packing everything away for the day. This time, they exchanged a handshake as they walked to their respective cars.

Colt noted that while firm, Driver's hand felt precious in his hand. Hoping that didn't mean anything, he turned over the engine in the 4runner with the bent keys and pulled out.

That set came and went. The movie came out and did alright. Another action movie is doing average action movie rates. Yet, the two stuntmen found themselves sharing scenes again. It was now their fourth film together. Colt would admit to himself that the feeling, whatever it was, is addicting. Watching every calculated move Driver makes behind the wheel, the speed and the care put into every single stunt, the golden curve of his lips as he gives but the smallest of grins at his jokes. Colt wasn't alone in these thoughts. Driver admired every quickly considered stance and pose, every recovered fall, every fight sending a ringing through his body, and every warm wash that came with the sound of Colt's laugh. Oh, and the smile. Something in Driver ached to see it, yet felt hurt when it was shown to someone else. This isn't what he thinks it is, right?

That same smile Colt was uncontrollably wearing now, pressing Driver up against the back of the wardrobe trailer. They'd been having this back and forth since this morning when the crew was just getting started. Driver didn't imagine that it would've led to him here.

"That was some amazing work out there yet again, but what else can we expect from the best driver in the west coast," Colt broke the silence, already knowing that Driver wouldn't no matter how long they stood there.

Oh it is, isn't it?

Driver thought that this was definitely some bizzare flirting. It was flirting, right? This was the kind of pose that the romantic interest character in the novellas would trap the lead character. Colt leaned closer to his face.

"You really aren't that much of a talker, are you?"

"Not really," he responded, starting to feel weary about the lacking space between them.

"That's alright. Besides, I believe we both want something that doesn't require words," the larger said before closing the distance completely and kissing Driver. He was shocked, stood stiff as a rock and cold as ice compared to the soft, warm, welcome of Colt's lips. The scratch of his beard and mustache on Driver's Cupid's bow and chin made him melt into the kiss. It was a delightful feeling that he found himself chasing, wanting. He kissed back, pushing ever so slightly, yet Colt knew how to take an inch and make it a mile. His loose hand moved from sitting on his own hip to that of the smaller blond's pulling him closer. That movement made Driver very aware of the situation, jerking back away from Colt and hitting his back against the trailer with a bang. Eyes wide staring back at the stuntman who looked back at him with the same shock and a peppering of confusion.

"Goodbye," he mumbled, pushing Colt's arm away and slipping out from under him. He didn't try to chase after him or yell or really do much at all. He knew that he would be back tomorrow and that he would get to see him again, but it twisted his heart. A dull aching pain, almost a crushing restriction on his chest. Until later, Colt wasn't going to try and upset the stuntdriver anymore than he already had.

Driver returned to his apartment, calmed from what had happened before but unable to push the moment from his mind. He dumped the shopping bag out on the counter; sour gummy worms and a handful of beef jerky sticks he grabbed blindly at the liquor store. There was a carton of orange juice in the nearly empty fridge. That got brought out and added to the small treasure pile. The blond sat there deep into the night, sleeping on the couch by the time the late late shows came on

They were there again, pressed against the trailer, Colt spoke assumingly the same words from the day, but Driver just couldn't hear them. He got to focus on the larger man's face again, the nutmeg peppered golden beard, the whithering rose lips, and the sharp denim blue eyes. Then, on script, Colt kissed him again, and he pushed in slightly again. Then Colt had placed his hand on his hips again. This time, he didn't push away, and he didn't run. Instead, Driver threw his arms up over Colt's shoulders, tangling a hand into the stuntman's hair before gripping it tight and pulling him away from the kiss the best he could.

"Woa, feisty, aren't we?" said the living rag doll, surprised by Driver's actions. The smaller man only grunted, presing himself flush against Colt and bringing their kiss back crashing down.

Driver woke up to the sound of police sirens in the distance outside. He cleaned up quickly.

He checked the time and shook the tired feelings away. It's time to get to the set.

#the fall guy #colt seavers #the driver #drive 2011 #ryan gosling #colt x driver #bc ill probably end up writing more

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