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doobea · 6 months

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BORN TO MAKE HISTORY - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: After his brother takes a nasty fall and calls out before the new season starts, Rin has to step up as your new figure skating partner.

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contents: an ice skating au fic (very much yuri on ice inspired), fem!reader, ice skating terms and irl figures thrown around but not that super important, lmao probably inaccurate depictions of figure skating, sfw, kinda enemies to lovers but its really just rin being anti-social and cold, sae is a decent brother in here, characters are in their early-mid 20s, talks about ISU grand prix, mentions of mental health (depression, anxiety, burn out, imposter syndrome), heavy narration, rin centric, multiple parts will be added but no set scheduling of course word count: 4.3K (sigh there will be more) a/n: you know... whenever i feel like i hit a writer's block... thinking about rin always helps me break out of it so thank u...

For as long as Rin can remember, he's always followed in his brother's footsteps.

Whatever that meant being interested in the same shows, books, and sometimes even hobbies, Rin would always be one step behind. It was a long-time habit that he picked up ever since he was little. There was a small running joke that if you wanted to find Rin, all you needed to do was find Sae. If anyone were to ask him why, he would probably shrug and refuse to answer, though his parents would gush on about how much he looks up to his older brother, and… it’s not a complete tall tale.

His brother is talented and not in a ‘he can totally balance a stack of rocks in one try’ type of talented—though Rin is pretty sure that Sae can do that—but in a ‘he’s born with a natural gift to be absolutely perfect at everything he touches’ type of talented. So, regardless if Rin is always one step behind his brother, he knows deep down that it will always be Sae standing on the very top of the podium with a gold medal around his neck.

Sae delved into figure skating at the age of eight, and Rin quickly followed suit. It began on a family night in, the brothers gathered around their small, worn-out television, fixated on the Winter Olympics in muted colors. Although ice skating initially served as mere background noise while their mother knitted, they both felt an undeniable pull.

Rin was only thirteen when he first won silver at his junior debut competition. In that same year, Sae also moved up to the senior-level groups and gave his first professional appearance during the Japan Figure Skating Championships. Unsurprisingly to no one, Sae effortlessly won gold, putting the whole world on notice and overtaking the competition by over 40 points. From that moment forward, Sae was recruited by an international coach and was sent aboard to different training facilities.

It burned in Rin’s memories of all the irregular Facetime calls they would have of Sae giving him a walking tour of the cities he stayed in. New York was too loud and bright. Chongqing felt like something out of a fairytale and a cyberpunk city at the same time. Saint Petersburg was too cold but Sae liked grabbing pirozhki from a street food vendor before practice every morning. Despite being only two years older, he sometimes felt like he was worlds away from his brother’s place.

Still, after everything, Rin looks up to him. It doesn’t bother Rin that he’s always ‘second best’—according to those poorly written sports magazines—because this is something they can bond over, something that only they can understand.

And maybe this is Rin’s motivation to eventually surpass him.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t go exactly how he imagines it.

“You’re going to sub in for me.”

Sae is sitting up on his bed, his right leg bandaged tightly all the way up to his knee, and he’s saying this with his usual straight-laced expression. Their mother has always complained about being unable to read Sae’s emotions and Rin always thought it was pretty amusing growing up. But now, he finally understands what his mother was talking about.

Rin straightens his back in his seat, a colorful plastic chair from their childhood that’s now too small for a person his size, and almost drops his phone. “Did you hit your head too?”

His brother rolls his eyes and continues, “I know you’re taking a break this season but I promised one of my juniors that I would compete with them. Luckily,” and he points to his injured leg, “this isn’t a permanent issue but I think it’ll also be good for you.”

Sae’s injury happened during practice overseas at a training facility in Madrid. It’s a mild ankle and knee sprain from overexertion and stress factors from jumping too often. He was treated briefly before their parents suggested flying back to Japan to fully recover. It’s not uncommon for skaters to suffer from these types of injuries but why does Sae feel the need to bring Rin into this?

During last year’s Grand Prix Final, Rin had barely finished in the top ten. He fumbled with his short program and free skate, failed to land his quad jumps three times, and had a sloppy step sequence, both of which were supposed to be his strong suits. That day, he didn’t bother joining his coach at the kiss and tell, ignored all the swarming paparazzi self-proclaimed journalists, and uninstalled every social media app on his phone. His fans, coaches, and his family were all concerned as to how someone like him was able to fall that low compared to his higher-than-average stats. Rin had blamed it on something he can’t even remember, maybe a stomach bug, he thinks.

Obviously, that wasn’t the case, everyone could see right through the lie but not entirely the truth of it. News outlets flooded the market with headlines shaming him for not living up to his older brother’s standards, not being a good representative for his nation, and that it was all karma for having an ‘unbearable’ personality to work with. His coaches retired after his flimsy performance and all but two of his sponsorships dropped him. Rin hasn’t officially given out a statement regarding anything.

Depression is a hell of a thing to deal with. Rin’s dealt with it in the past when Sae first moved aboard. Luckily, Sae is perceptive to this kind of thing. The daily calls helped, despite the harsh timezone differences, and eventually Rin was able to move past it. The reality of it though, is that depression never really fades away, it’s almost like an addiction. Sometimes it takes hold in a moment of weakness, one that Rin doesn’t even realize he has until it’s too late. Maybe it’s all the rigorous training, all the comparisons to his brother—he tries not to think too much about it.

He didn’t know when the feeling hit him or why it decided to affect him that day.

For the past several months, he’s been spending time gliding around their local ice rink, teaching some kids on the side to keep his mind preoccupied because, if not that, then he’ll probably end up laying in his bed all day. It works and it’s at least a healthy distraction but, at the same time, he can’t shake the gnawing feeling in his chest every time someone mentions his last performance.

Rin feels like he’s hit a wall. A thick, towering, uninviting wall. And he doesn’t know if he’s ready to face his baggage yet.

“I’m not going to do that.” He finally answers and watches as his brother’s face stays unfazed.

“I need you to.” Sae presses on. “You need to get out of whatever rut you’re in. You’re not happy and going back might help. Forget about competing in singles and join pairs.”

Sae might be talented in everything else but, like Rin, he’s bad at choosing his words and comforting. Rin knows what he means though and he can’t exactly blame him. He’s lost weight, most of it being muscle, and whenever he does get back from work, Rin holes up in his room playing horror games all night long. Rinse and repeat.

At least there’s a level of concern and sincerity behind Sae’s tone, unlike the vulture-like glee from the tabloid reporters.

“I’m…” Rin’s throat feels heavy all of a sudden and he struggles to find an excuse.

Instead of answering, he fixates his attention back to his phone, it’s a news article about Sae’s injury and his withdrawal from the skating season. The article also has a photo of you posing next to his brother, elbow resting on his shoulder while your other hand raises a peace sign towards the camera. Rin hasn’t heard much about you, not that he actively keeps up with any of his competitors, but Sae has mentioned your name here and there before since you both share the same coach.

From what Rin knows, you started skating around the same age as him. You won a few local competitions and managed a bronze medal in the women’s singles category during the Japan Skating Championships. Supposedly, this year you’re attempting to take a shot at qualifying for the Grand Prix Final for pairs. With Sae out of the picture, Rin really hopes the responsibility doesn’t fall on him.

The look that Sae is currently shooting at him is making him backtrack his thoughts.

“It’ll be good for you,” his brother reiterates. Sae scoots closer to the edge and plucks the phone out of Rin’s grasp. “Plus, I already told her that you would do it.”

Rin’s eyes widen. “You did what?”

Sae hums, and taps his fingers away at the screen, before handing it back to him with your contact information placed in. “She’s actually on her way over here.”

“I haven’t even—”

Sae throws a hand up. “No, you don’t get a choice, Rin.”

Despite being three years younger than Sae, you had no issues barging into his room, suitcase in hand and hair in a frenzy. Rin is still seated, having to process his brother’s ridiculous request and now having to make himself semi-presentable to you. He also eyes the suitcase because… there’s no way that you’re actually staying with them right?

“Hope the flight here wasn’t too rough,” His brother starts casually.

Your cheeks are puffed out, eyes slightly baggy from the presumably restless flight, and you let out an exasperated sigh. “I hope you know that I didn’t tell coach about any of this.”

“Any of what?” Sae asks slowly. Now Rin is internally panicking.

Your eyes fall on him and they sparkle in recognition for a brief moment before you turn your attention back to his brother. “Um, that I flew all the way from Madrid to Tokyo?”

“I thought you said he approved of it.” Sae looks visibly annoyed.

You give a sheepish shrug and try to smile. “Yeah, I might’ve lied a bit.” It looks like you can’t decide if you want to be embarrassed by this fact or want to burst into tears.

Now it’s Sae’s turn to sigh. “Well, you’re already here so there’s no point. I’ll come up with something if Ego asks.”

You’ve made yourself practically at home within the next hour. Sae had told you that you could transform their home office space into your bedroom for the next several months in preparation for the competition, much to Rin’s protests. Right now, your makeshift living space composes of a shitty air mattress that Rin had in his closet since childhood and one of Sae’s extra pillows and blankets. You still need an actual mattress and a bedframe, and Rin doesn’t know if he wants to suggest the local hardware shop down the street. Because, if he does do that, it’ll mean he’ll be accepting his fate for the next upcoming year.

“Are you guys both hungry for dinner? I can whip up something real quick!” You’re saying this as if you’ve been living with them forever. It throws Rin off but Sae is unphased by your informality.

“Pork katsu curry sounds nice.” Sae muses from the living room couch. He’s streaming a figure skating compilation video from the previous Winter Olympics on the TV while jotting down some notes on his phone. “Why don’t you help her out, Rin?”

“Do I have to?”

“Yeah,” and Sae lifts his eyes away from the screen to give him a knowing look. “You have to.”

Three protein shakes. A pack of half-eaten grapes. And two boxes of forgotten leftovers from god knows how long ago. There’s not much in Rin’s fridge. His parents have been traveling around the world ever since he got back and usually, Rin would just get himself takeout to save some time. When he rummages through his pantry, he almost feels embarrassed by how barren it feels. A box of cup ramen, some curry cubes, and a small bag of rice on the bottom. It would honestly be better just to order takeout than to bother cooking up something less satisfying.

“We should—”

“Let’s go to the store!” Of course, you offer that up. Rin can feel his shoulders immediately tensing when he sees you grabbing your jacket and wallet.

Sae throws him another penetrating gaze and Rin recedes. “Give me a second.” And maybe a drink or two.

You’re the complete opposite of what Rin expected.

Bright, bubbly, and almost downright annoying. It reminds him of how he used to act when he was younger.

The first few minutes of the walk are silent not because Rin doesn’t know what to say but because he doesn’t want to say anything. His mind drifts off to an MMO he’s been currently playing with two of his ‘friends’ that he made during his last competition — if you count only exchanging numbers for the sake of playing games and talking about nothing else. That’s what friends do, right? It’s evening and, if it weren’t for Sae and you, he could be online right now, clearing a dungeon with them. This week is a double drop event and he’s going to miss out on it because you want to buy katsu curry ingredients.

After passing the third block in the neighborhood, you start to see a few local shops and grocery stores lined up down an alleyway. There are more locals around, some are walking their dogs, others sweeping the sides of their house entrances. You decide to take this time to finally talk to him.

“Who’s your favorite skater?” It comes out as a blurt like you’ve been holding it in.

Rin blinks. “What kind of question is that?”

“A normal one,” You pick up a small shopping cart by the entrance and make a beeline towards the produce section. “Plus it can tell you a lot about a person.”

Can it really? “You first then,” Rin tells you.

You answer without much thought, throwing a couple of apples and potatoes into the cart. “Has to be Nathan Chen! He’s super bold and flashy with his programs.” He’s heard of him before, Rin thinks he’s around the same age as his brother.

“Yuzuru Hanyu.” He answers right after.

You make a noise, and Rin assumes it’s a good one by the way you’re smiling. “I can definitely see that, he’s really elegant when he skates.”

The two of you fall silent again but it’s a bit bearable. You finish off by buying pork, onions, and a few soft drinks before heading over to the self-checkout. Rin pays for the entirety of the grocery run since it’s mainly his fault for having an empty fridge. If he had kept up with a healthier lifestyle then maybe he wouldn’t be in this current mess.

Dinner, for all things considered, doesn’t go horribly. It’s been months since Rin has picked up a knife, let alone use his cutting board, and you’re nice enough to show him how to properly score meat. And yeah, he just learned what scoring meant outside of sports. He’s learning a lot today.

Adding apple chunks to the curry really made an immense difference. Tastes a lot sweeter but also comforting. The pork comes out crispy and tender enough for him to easily bite through and practically melts on his tongue. Maybe he should get back into cooking soon.

Sae wipes his mouth before setting down his utensils. “I’ve also taken the liberty to coach you guys too, so don’t let me down.”

You blink. Rin looks like he’s going to drop his fork on his plate. He seems to catch himself though, and for just a moment. Your heads both tip to the side, and there’s a strange moment of eye contact, one where you are nervously glancing at Sae, and Sae is caught in a strange back-and-forth with Rin.

Yeah, Rin is learning more today compared to the average person.

The next day at the ice rink is a surreal experience for Rin. A year ago, when he did skate professionally, he was used to practicing alone or occasionally sharing the rink with a few other skaters, but now there's a new dynamic—a pair dynamic. You and him. The thought alone sends shivers down his spine, and not the good kind.

Sae is sitting on the side, his injured leg propped up on a chair, and he's observing with a critical eye. Rin can feel the pressure, not just from the expectation of his brother, but also from the fact that you're now involved. His comfort zone has been invaded.

“Let's start with some basic warm-up moves,” Sae suggests, and Rin reluctantly nods.

The two of you glide on the ice, trying to synchronize your movements to a random classical tune that his brother placed on shuffle. Claire de Lune—he’s warmed up to this song plenty of times before. It's awkward at first, the pacing and speed is off, and you’re both too tensed to initiate physical contact.

“You need to trust each other,” Sae instructs, his voice echoing in the cold rink.

Rin shoots him a dirty glare. Trust has never been his strong suit, especially not with someone new.

You decide to break the ice, quite literally, by attempting a lift. Rin braces himself as you come at him with speed, and then, in a moment that feels like slow motion, he lifts you off the ground. Success. You're now spinning in the air, and Rin is holding his breath, hoping he doesn't drop you.

“That was good, Rin!” you exclaim when you land back on the ice.

He's slightly out of breath, both from the physical exertion and the anxiety that came with it. “Yeah, great,” he mutters, avoiding eye contact.

After what seems like an eternity, Rin begins to find a rhythm. It's still not perfect, he’s not used to skinship so he can tell his grip around you is either too firm or barely there. Sae’s a rough teacher and quite possibly the king at micromanaging, the two of you bond quietly over the fact. Rin also learns that you’re pretty good at hydroblading and the Biellmann spin. Well, you’re pretty good at a lot of things. He’s surprised that you haven’t tried out for more international competitions prior.

By the end of the day, both of you are exhausted—well, you look fine, it’s more like Rin feels like his quads are about to burn off. This is the most he’s done physically and with his career in the last several months. Sae, with his usual unreadable expression, nods approvingly.

“You’ve got potential,” he comments, and Rin is unsure if it's a compliment or just a statement of fact. “So, what’s the theme?”

Right. They need to figure out that first before deciding on anything else. Rin has always struggled with coming up with themes and settles with essentially the same one every year since he feels comfortable with it. The past years he’s played around with ‘solitude’, ‘dormant’, and ‘night’—and all of his programs contained dark, moody instrumentals that went along with it.

You’re shuffling awkwardly by the benches, fiddling with your gym bag, and raise a hesitant hand. “How do we feel about ‘love’?”

Rin tightens his lips. “Isn’t that kind of vague?”

“Weren’t all of your themes the same?” Sae shoots back and it makes him quiet. “What songs did you have in mind?”

You’re quick to pull out your phone, a playlist pops up with songs that you’ve either wanted to skate or skated to. The song choices aren’t bad, most of them being soundtracks from musicals and pop artists.

“This Love.”

Rin lets out a loud scoff. “Guess you’re into that sappy stuff.” He remembers one of his skating colleagues was floating around the idea of skating to that song when they first jumped into a relationship but decided to shelve it once they found another person.

“It’s a good song,” You say with a huff, to which Rin only rolls his eyes.

“Guys,” Sae claps his hands three times, a signal that Rin recognizes from his earlier childhood days of basically saying ‘shut the fuck up’. “I need you to work together.”

Your index finger jabs into Rin’s ribcage. He manages to hold back every fiber in his body to not yell at you, especially not when Sae is staring right at him. “If you’re going to make a comeback, I think maybe you should get back on social media again to promote!”

“I’ll sleep on it.” He says with a clenched jaw and furrowed brow.

“We’ll see you later back home, gonna do a couple of laps around the neighborhood before we end the night.” You’re lacing up your sneakers while Sae grabs his car keys. Rin assumes his brother is just going to be ‘encouraging you’ from the driver’s seat. Classic big brother move.

“Sure thing,” It’s the tone that says he’s decided. He’s done. End of discussion. Rin just really wants to lay in his bed right now.

As he walks home, Rin mulls over your suggestion and decides to reinstall some of his social media apps. Surprisingly enough, he still remembers his passwords (he definitely does not have the same password for everything, nope) and immediately logs onto Instagram, fighting back the weird twists and turns in his stomach as the app slowly loads.

There are maybe over a hundred notifications in his DMs, most of which are from random strangers giving half-assed ‘advice’ on how he can be a better skater and some messages from people he’s skated against asking how he was doing. He starts from the bottom of his inbox and recognizes a few of their usernames.

itsyoiboi — sent ten months ago are you doing alright? let me know if you need anything

hyo.chigiri — sent nine months ago Just checking up on you. Coach told me that you left.

megugu_skates— sent nine months ago (。┰ω┰。) rinrinrin!! dont tell me ur quitting for good?? =͟͟͞͞ =͟͟͞͞ ﾍ ( ´ Д `)ﾉ (⋟﹏⋞) u have to come back!!

baroushouei — sent eight months ago Hey, get your head out of your ass. We’re all worried about you.

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Rin semi-appericates the sentiment but he didn’t ask for it. He doesn’t need any of them checking up on him for the sake of it. None of them were ever close to him so why bother?

He eventually reaches back to the top of his inbox. What Rin didn’t expect was to see a message from you.

yn.is.here — sent a week ago um hi there!! sorry we haven’t officially met before but your brother said you’ll be able to help me compete in skate pairs?? he told me that you’re thinking about coming back this season. sorry if this comes off as weird!

Ugh, of course, his brother would plan this whole thing behind his back. It doesn’t surprise him, and it explains why any of this is happening.

When he finally gets back home, he kicks off his shoes and heads straight to his bedroom. Rin plops and eases his back into the mattress, thumb rummaging through his photo album and trying to find a dumb professional photo to post on his page for stupid promotion purposes. He’s about to pick out an old photo from nearly two years ago when your text notification pops up. You sent over ten attachments—guess Sae took photos and videos from today’s practice run.

Rin shifts through the options before settling on a photo with the two of you in it. You’re both gliding side by side, hands barely touching. He looks scruffy, well he looks scruffy in all of them, the smile he tried to make came out more like a scowl, while you look like a complete natural—what’s new? On top of his skating, Rin needs to work on smiling and his skincare routine next.

Rin uploads the picture with a simple caption, ‘im back’, and turns off his notifications. He’ll worry about the lousy reporters tomorrow morning.

[DISCUSSION THREAD] Rin Itoshi's Icy Resurgence, Unraveling the Mystery Girl, and the Journey Without His Brother by [MOD] Dooby

In the world of figure skating, Rin Itoshi is no stranger to both triumphs and challenges. The seasoned skater, known for his graceful performances and technical prowess, recently made headlines by returning to the ice after a brief hiatus. Taking the place of his brother in the figure skating pairs category, Rin has partnered with the talented and rising star, Y/N, to form an unexpected yet promising duo.

[yurio.fan.cl0b] - 17 minutes ago he’s going to make an embarrassment out of himself AGAIN just go back into hiding [VICChan] - 15 minutes ago Lololol he thinks that piggybacking off another skater it’ll guarantee a gold medal lolol who is even y/n anyway… never heard of her???? [porkkatsu] - 14 minutes ago shes a nobody just like rin *shrugs* [ISAGINUMBERONE] - 12 minutes ago ^ been a rin itoshi fan since day one — i believe that he’ll make a great comeback!! rin if you’re reading this please ignore the haters! [itsJJStyleX0X0] - 9 minutes ago are you actually an idiot? there’s no way that they’re going to take gold, not at the level he’s currently at. compared to his brother, rin’s past performance was sloppy and weak. if he’s going to win gold then he’ll probably end up doping himself [SaeItoshisWIFE] - 7 minutes ago Can we please refrain from spreading rumors like this? Doping is a serious accusation to make…

next rink!

a/n: ok... i meant to keep this in my drafts until i finish it but then i realized it would've been like... way too long with the number of scenes i wanted to write.... so here's some content until the next part bleh >:(( i need to fixate on one project at a time but at the same time i love sharing stuff w you guys haha

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x female reader #heavily inspired by yuri on ice duh #rin is katsuki yuri here (kinda)#also posted during the grand prix figure skating comp!!#cw: depression #cw: mental health

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gilbertscurls · 14 days

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NERVOUS ➵ MATT STURNIOLO

English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Also, I hate writing stories with Y/N, so the main character's name is Olivia ;)

Matt and Olivia met a couple years back, but they never were really good friends. On the contrary, they both swore they hated each other, pretty much without a reason. To their dismay, Olivia became best friends with Matt’s triplet brothers, Nick and Chris. They were spending almost every day together and if Matt wanted to spend any time with his closest family, he was forced to see her.

It was a random Friday when Olivia found herself once again nestled in the comfort of the brothers' home. Laughter echoed off the walls as she bantered with Nick and Chris, yet she couldn't shake the sensation of Matt's piercing gaze fixated on her from across the room. Olivia wasn’t sure what his problem was, but at the same time, she wasn’t going to ask.

Nick's phone suddenly started buzzing with notification sounds, causing him to reach for it quickly. With a curious expression, he glanced at the screen and announced, “It's Tara. She wants to talk to us.”

Matt sighed deeply, starting to get up. “I’ll go start the car.”

“No, no!” Chris said with a sense of urgency in his voice.

The middle triplet raised an eyebrow at him.

“She wants to talk only to me and Chris.” Nick briefly showed him the screen of his phone, turning it away again before he could read anything. “She’s here to pick us up; we won’t be long. Liv, don’t go anywhere; make yourself at home.”

Olivia and Matt didn’t manage to say anything before the other two practically ran out of the home.

“I can’t believe they left me here with you.” The girl scoffed, crossing her arms on her chest.

Matt rolled his eyes at her and sighed. “I can’t believe they left me here with you either.”

The two of them sat in silence for a moment until he finally spoke up. “So, I guess we’ve got about an hour before they get back.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, what are we gonna do then? I don’t really like you and you definitely don’t like me but we’ve got nothing else to do but talk for an hour.”

“We don’t even have to talk; we can just act like the other isn’t here.” Olivia just shrugged and started playing with her rings. It was a habit she picked up some time ago; every time she was nervous, she would play with her jewelry to calm down her nerves.

Matt rolled his eyes again. “Ugh, you’re the worst. Whatever.” He leaned back in his seat and pretended not to notice her.

The two of them sat in silence for another moment, neither really saying anything, until Matt let out an exasperated sigh.

“How could Chris and Nick think this would be a good idea?”

“I have no idea.” Olivia sighed, looking at him. If she didn’t hate him, she would go as far as to say he looked really pretty in the dim light… But she wasn’t going to.

Matt glanced at her for a moment and then looked back forward, pretending not to notice her again. After a moment, he grumbled, “I hate you.”

“I hate you even more.”

The boy rolled his eyes once again, to show his immense annoyance, then let out another exasperated sigh. He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself as he leaned back again on the couch.

After a second, he looked over to her. “Can I ask you something?”

Olivia took a deep breath before responding, meeting his gaze. “What?”

He paused for a second as he tried to think of a way to ask her the question without it coming off as… Too rude.

“So, I know that we’re not really friends or anything… So why do they keep on trying to get us together? Like, what would they get out of it? They know I don’t like you.”

“Maybe they get off on that or something? They want us to be miserable.” She scoffed.

Matt nodded in agreement and then let out another heavy sigh. “That’s probably it; they’re probably doing this to get some fun out of it. Well, if their goal is to get a rise out of us, it’s working.”

Olivia nodded slightly, still playing with her rings.

The two of them sat in silence again for another moment, once again neither of them talking. After several silent seconds had passed Matt finally spoke up.

“Can I ask you a really stupid question?”

“Sure.” She sighed.

Matt blushed slightly before he replied.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

The girl froze for a second, not expecting his question to be… About that. She slowly turned to look at him, but she couldn’t read anything on his face. “Why do you ask?”

He swallowed nervously, his blush deepening slightly as he replied.

“Because you’re really pretty, you know. Like seriously, if you did, who could blame someone for liking you?”

Olivia raised an eyebrow, looking at him skeptically. Didn’t he just say he hated her? Matt looked away, embarrassed by what he had said.

“I just meant that it’s surprising that no one’s snatched you up yet-” He trailed off, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Who said no one has?” She asked daringly. It wasn’t true, she wasn’t seeing anyone; she just found his behavior interesting.

Matt stared at her for several moments, his blush deepening even more as his heart started pounding in his chest.

“Wait… You aren’t serious, right? You actually have someone?”

“How does this concern you?” She asked again, keeping a straight face and not letting him see her bluff.

“It’s just…” Matt shifted awkwardly in his seat and glanced away from her for a moment, still feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “You’re just so… Pretty. Like, it would be a little unbelievable if you were single.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Olivia whispered, feeling her heart skip a beat when he said it again. She hasn’t heard that in a really long time.

Matthew paused for a moment as he stared at her, his cheeks burning hotter than he’d ever felt them before. Eventually, he was able to get over the shock of what he had just said, and he spoke again.

“I-I mean…” His whole face was burning up; he didn’t know exactly what to say. “Yeah… You’re super pretty.”

“Thanks…” She said it quietly, feeling herself blush as well.

Matt glanced away from her again, unable to bear the sight of her blushing so adorably. He shifted awkwardly in his seat once more, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks again.

“S-So… Do you have a boyfriend or not?”

“No, I don’t.” She answered truthfully. “Why do you keep asking?”

He looked back at her, blushing deeply again. He shrugged and replied.

“I don’t really know. I just…” He stopped talking again and cleared his throat. “Just curious, that’s all.”

“Okay…” Olivia mumbled, going back to playing with her rings.

Matt tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind. He was just as nervous as her. The silence continued for several moments, both of them just staring at the floor or straight ahead. Eventually, Matt spoke again.

“Can I ask you another dumb question?”

“Just say it; don’t ask me if you can say something.” Olivia giggled softly.

Matt chuckled slightly and smiled for the first time that night. He tried to hide his blush but it was very visible.

“Okay, here goes nothing… Uh… So, just a really dumb hypothetical question… Uhm… What if I wanted to… Like… I dunno… Get a kiss from you?”

Olivia’s eyes went wide. “What?”

Matt went completely still at her reaction. His heart started pumping hard as his cheeks started burning bright red once more. He couldn’t speak, his mind completely blanking out. He stared at her and he tried to hold her gaze but he couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“Where is this coming from?”

Matt swallowed nervously and tried to think of something to say without making himself look like a total ass. He glanced away for a second and then back at her, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.

“I-I guess I got ahead of myself.” Matt was clearly lying, but he didn’t want to tell her how he felt just yet. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat again. “Forget I said anything, I-I was just joking.”

“No, no, wait…” Olivia sighed deeply. “It’s just… You said you hated me literally five minutes ago, and now you’re asking if you can kiss me?”

Matt froze; she had a point. He sighed and spoke again.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I have no idea what came over me.” She scratched the back of his neck, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks again. “Can we just ignore it… And forget it ever happened? Like I never said anything.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, neither really wanting to speak again. The silence only continued to grow more and more awkward with every passing second. Neither of them really wanted to say anything, but there was tension in the air. Eventually, Matt spoke again.

“Uh… so… Can I ask you like an actual normal question?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, so… What’s your favorite color?” Matt was desperately trying to break the silence between the two of them. He had no idea how the conversation had gone this way; he had just meant to ask her a normal question. He felt the heat rising to his cheeks again; the tension in the room was becoming almost unbearable.

Olivia almost burst out laughing at this question. She was expecting anything, but not that. Matt was trying his best to play it off as a normal question, while in reality, it was just a distraction to take away from what he’d accidentally asked her earlier.

Matt kept trying to make eye contact with her, but he couldn’t. Every time he would glance up at her, he couldn’t keep his gaze on her for longer than a couple seconds.

“It’s yellow.”

“Yellow?” Matt raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Okay, I’ll admit, that’s pretty cool. I don’t think I’ve met anyone whose favorite color was yellow before. That’s new.”

They kept quiet for a while before Olivia sighed.

“You know what, I don’t think I can forget about what you said earlier.”

Matt froze, his heart pumping hard as he heard her words. He knew she wouldn’t just forget about it, but hearing those words out loud made it even scarier.

He gulped, feeling a pit in his stomach as he spoke, “Are you… Angry?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What? No.”

Matt was visibly relieved as he let out a heavy sigh and then took a deep breath. “Okay… Wait, really? You’re not mad?”

“I’m not mad, but can we like… Talk about it? I’m not gonna pretend you haven’t said anything.”

Matt sat quietly again and considered her words for several seconds. He wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about what he’d accidentally said, but he didn’t think Olivia would let the subject go until he did.

Eventually, he spoke again. “Okay, but you have to promise me that you won’t get upset at me, alright?”

“Sure…?”

Matt took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “Alright, uh… I’ll be honest, what I said was… Sort of kinda based around how I, uh… You know, how I, um…”

Matt gulped, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks again. “Uh… I guess what I’m trying to say is… That I kinda…”

Olivia listened to him attentively and on the edge of her seat. She felt her stomach twist as she awaited his answer. Matt glanced away from her for a moment before talking again, swallowing nervously as he went.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… That… Well… Can I be completely honest?”

“Go for it.”

Matt paused for a moment, trying to get over the nerves and build up the courage to say what he had to say. Olivia had a feeling she already knew where he was going with this, but at the same time, this was still surprising.

Matt looked back at her, his heart pounding, and he took another deep breath. “Ok, here goes nothing… I kinda… I kinda feel like… You know…”

Her heartbeat quickened, her breath was shaking, and she couldn’t stop playing with her rings. Matt started shifting anxiously in his seat. He swallowed nervously, unable to make eye contact with her for longer than a second.

“What I’m trying to say is that I… I kind of, uh… I just…” His cheeks were burning bright red at this point, his nervous fidgeting became more apparent, and his voice got quieter with every word he said.

“Just say it,” Olivia pleaded, her voice barely audible. She was so nervous.

Matt stared at her in a moment of silence, his breath coming in shallow gasps and his cheeks still burning.

“Okay… I’m just going to say it, I uh…” He took another deep breath. “I kind of… I kinda like you.”

Olivia’s heart stopped for a moment and she could’ve sworn she also stopped breathing. She felt her eyes go wide as she stopped moving. Matt actually liked her?

Matt felt his knees go weak as he watched her fall silent, and her eyes go wide. He stared at her, holding his breath. He was waiting anxiously to see what she was going to say. Matt could hardly believe that all of this was real; he thought he was dreaming. His heart was pounding, he could feel it beating against his chest, his breath was shaky, and his body was burning from how much his cheeks were blushing.

Olivia’s mind went into overdrive as she tried to regain her composure.

“Y-you like me?”

Matt swallowed nervously and glanced away for a second before he nodded, a blush still painted across his face.

“Y-Yes… I-I-I like you…” His body was shaking and his heart racing more than it ever had before. He waited in anticipation for her response, terrified that she would reject him.

“But you… You just said you hated me?”

He paused for a moment and looked away.

“I-I know, but I-I never really meant that… Not really, at least. I just said it to… To cover my feelings for you. I was trying to pretend that I did hate you but the truth is…” He shifted in his seat again, feeling a nervous tremble take over. “I just didn’t want to admit that I liked you.”

“You really like me?”

He said it countless times now, but her mind still couldn’t grasp that. No one has ever liked her before.

Matt noticed how hard of a time she was having grasping that concept; he couldn’t believe that someone as pretty as her hadn’t had a ton of guys crushing on her. He felt his cheeks getting even hotter as he nodded his head. “Yes. I really like you.”

Olivia’s breath was uneven, and she was shaking from the overwhelming emotions. She had no idea what to do now.

Matt noticed how much she was still shaking. He couldn’t believe that she was actually this nervous. She was such a confident girl, yet here she was, practically melting. He found this really cute and couldn’t stop the warm feeling spreading across his chest.

He had no idea what to do next, his mind blanked. He stared at her as he waited for her to say something else.

“M-Matt, I…” she stuttered.

Matt leaned forward slightly as he watched her, his heart was pounding so hard he thought it might explode. He could barely believe he was having this conversation with her. It seemed like just a moment ago, he was pretending to hate her, and now he was spilling all his feelings.

He nodded and waited, hoping she would finish her sentence with something good.

“You actually like me?” She had to make sure once again. She felt as if it was some kind of a dream.

Matt thought it was so funny how she kept asking him the same question about liking her, but he didn’t mind; in fact, it was actually reassuring to know that she was really hearing him. He nodded again, more confidently this time. “Yes, I really do like you. More than I was ever willing to admit before tonight.”

“But… What do you mean you like me?” She kept asking. She knew she should say something else but she just couldn’t believe someone could actually like her in that way.

Matt looked at her as he noticed she was still struggling to understand his words. He really wanted her to know the truth but he could understand why it was so hard to process. His lips parted slightly as he spoke again, “I like you… In the way that most boys like girls. If that’s too hard to understand… I have feelings for you.”

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat again. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. Was it even real life?

Matt could see that she was still completely overwhelmed. It was like the concept of a boy actually liking her was completely impossible for her to comprehend. He realized that this was hard for her to wrap her mind around but he still wanted her to understand how he felt.

He leaned forward and tried to catch her gaze again. It was hard for him to look at her for very long, but he wanted to be able to make eye contact while he said this. “Can I ask you a question?”

Olivia’s breathing was shallow and she couldn’t bring herself to say anything, so she only weakly nodded.

Matt paused for a second as he considered what he was going to say next. He had been practicing this question in his head for days at this point, so he’d be able to ask it without tripping over his words. He needed to be sure that he said what he wanted to say next without messing it up.

Furthermore, he sighed softly as he finally spoke, trying his hardest to keep calm and relaxed. “W-Would it be okay if… If I… If I… Kissed you?

Olivia hid her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, I just… No one has ever liked me. I don’t know what to do if I’m being honest.”

Matt felt his heart leap into his throat as he watched her hide her face in her hands and shake like a leaf. He couldn’t believe he’d just made his crush this nervous and unsure of how to react. Matt leaned forward, wanting to reach out and hold her, but he didn’t want to come off as too clingy or possessive. He wanted to calm her down, though, so he spoke again.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. We can take things really slow if it would make you feel more comfortable.”

“I like you too,” she finally blurted out. She was still so nervous, but she just had to let him know that.

His eyes went wide, and his whole body froze. He didn’t know if he had heard her correctly or not, but he couldn’t believe that the conversation had gone from nervous stammering to this. He was speechless as he stared at her in disbelief. Finally, after several moments of silence, he found the words to speak again.

“Y-You-You like me too?”

“Y-yeah.” Olivia’s voice was shaking, her heart was pounding, and her entire body was trembling.

The news was even more unbelievable now that she’d officially said it herself. Matt’s heart was pounding in his chest and his mind was racing so quickly that he couldn’t keep up with it. He felt his face burning hot as the color of his cheeks was getting redder and redder by the second.

Matt thought about asking her to say it again, but he was worried that she might take it the wrong way, so he decided it would be best to just go with it. “So… Does that mean that you wanted me to kiss you as well?”

“Yes, but… I’ve never kissed anyone.” She confessed, embarrassed, feeling her cheeks heat up again. “I have no idea what to do.”

Matt was taken aback by her admission, but he also found it really precious. He couldn’t believe that someone as cute as Olivia had never kissed anyone before. It made him feel special that he could potentially be the first person to have kissed her.

He leaned forward again and looked directly into her eyes. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take it really slow.”

He gently grabbed her face and tilted it up. He wanted to hold her gaze one more time and see that she really wanted this. Olivia took a shallow breath as she nodded slowly. She felt her heart in her throat; she was so nervous.

Matt was still stunned that she had agreed to let him kiss her. He was worried that she would back out at the last second or that he would mess it up and ruin everything somehow. His nerves had calmed down slightly, but he was still anxious about what was about to happen.

He was also surprised that she wasn’t trying to pull away anymore now that he was holding her face. He took this as a sign that he could go forward and that gave him the confidence he needed to try and kiss her.

Matt took a deep breath before he leaned in slowly, trying not to make the kiss too forceful or passionate right off the bat. He wanted this to be special for Olivia, not just something quick and meaningless.

He kept his lips closed as he slowly descended towards hers, his head started to spin with all of the things he was thinking and feeling, but when his lips finally touched hers, everything else ceased to exist, it was just the two of them in this moment.

Olivia melted into his touch. She had no idea what to do; she had never been this close with anyone, but with Matt, it felt just… Right.

Matt felt the same way. He had kissed other girls before, but never like this. Olivia made him feel happy, comfortable, and complete. He had never felt this way about anyone before, yet she made the world seem so much less scary.

He kept the kiss going, not wanting to pull away right away. He wanted to revel in the moment of having her this close for as long as he could. When he finally pulled away, he leaned back in his seat, feeling completely swept up in emotions.

Olivia’s eyelids fluttered, as he pulled away. She felt her cheeks burning up and her heart pounding. She just had her first kiss… And it was with Matt. Matthew Sturniolo, the one she thought hated her.

Matt felt his heart pounding hard against his chest, and he was smiling like a madman. He couldn’t think of anything else; he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. The girl he had liked for so long had just not only confirmed that she liked him back, but she had let him kiss her. For a moment, he thought that he was dreaming; he couldn’t believe what he had just experienced.

He looked at Olivia and was stunned by the glow she had in her eyes and the blush that coated her cheeks. He was starting to believe that she was really there and that the two of them really just shared their very first kiss together. The way she looked at him and the way Matt looked at her made him feel as if they were more than just friends, they were in his own world now, and he couldn’t have been happier.

Matt’s smile was getting wider by the second as he watched the way Olivia was looking at him. He couldn’t help but feel a bit shocked that the two of them had just shared such an intimate moment together. The way Olivia was blushing gave Matt the feeling that she felt as shy and awkward about the whole thing as he did, which made him happy.

Matt was still smiling warmly at her as he looked at her, seeing the way she was staring at him. He noticed how nervous she looked and how she was still trying to process everything that had just happened. He was feeling a similar way; it felt so sudden, but the moment was so special. He felt a little awkward, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed every single second of what had just happened between the two of them.

“I can’t believe it…” Olivia whispered softly, finally turning to look at him.

Matt looked over at her as he heard her whisper. He felt a bit shy about having the spotlight directed at him like this but he wasn’t as panicked as he would’ve been before. He was getting used to the thought of her focusing on him, it felt amazing to be wanted.

“Yeah, I know, it’s crazy.” Matt smiled, feeling her eyes on him. It felt good to be noticed, especially by someone as beautiful as Olivia.

He thought about how he would’ve never in a million years expected to have this moment with Olivia, and yet here it was; he had just kissed her, and everything was amazing. His heart still pounded in his chest, and his cheeks were still blushed, but this was real life, and everything had felt so much more incredible than he could’ve ever imagined.

“So… What does it mean? The kiss and all that?”

Matt paused for a second; he wasn’t entirely sure how to answer this question. He thought about what to tell her, and eventually, he decided to just be honest.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But I don’t really care. To me, it just means that you and I are going to get a whole lot closer than we’ve ever been before.”

“We have to thank Nick and Chris for leaving us alone.” Olivia giggled.

Matt laughed, remembering how all of this had started. He couldn’t believe the two of them had gone from pretending to hate each other to sharing a kiss in less than two hours. The whole thing seemed unreal, but Matt was loving every second of it.

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annaisabookworm · 8 months

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Going to the Eras Tour with Theodore Nott head cannons.

A/n this is my first time ever writing so I’m really nervous but a little excited!

“Oh cara Mia….” Theodore’s jaw drops and his eyes turn into cartoon hearts he becomes a golden retriever when he sees you step out of the hotel bathroom in the outfit you’ve put your blood sweat in tears to, you’ve worked on it for MONTHS and learned how to sew for it.

Oh and he tells you. He won’t shut up about how good you look for FOUR HOURS your face is flushed and so so so red and he just chuckles

When you get to the stadium you of course bring all your bracelets that you’ve spent moths making and you bring hundreds of them on binder rings and Theodore’s honestly shocked to see how popular you get as soon as you show up outside the stadium

Every single swiftie compliments your outfit within minutes it seems your hundreds of bracelets have been traded and people regardless give you so many bracelets theodores arms become covered in them aswell some even ask if they can get a picture with you and you smile and nod

When you get to your seats on the floor theo smiles and laughs at your jaw drop shock

“What you didn’t think I’d get the best for mia cara” he says kissing you and giving you the biggest grin ever.

“theodore we’re in the freaking front row” your in a total state of shock it’s a bigger deal to you than if he were to be proposing.

If the day couldn’t get any better after you posted a photo of yourself at the eras tour TAYLOR FREAKING NATION reposted YOU. Theodore knew how big of a deal this was since you’ve been hyper fixated on the eras tour for weeks

You SCREAM the absolute LOUDEST during the man because during your time at Hogwarts (you’re currently a sixth year) you’ve faded a lot of unfair sexism (theo would never-) Theodore however just sat down during that song seemingly knowing his place

It’s safe to say this was the best concert of your life and you cry tears of joy during every song and lose your voice for a week after.

Theodore gathers confetti in the merch bags(he bought you everything even though you told him not to) for you while you savor the last moments

Your feet start to hurt because of the gorgeous boots you’ve worn for three hours and he picks you up as your a paper weight and carries you all the way back to the hotel despite your protests

It’s safe to say that’s the best night sleep you’ve ever had and the best night of your life

Theo is so in love with you and has the biggest smile ever on his face for you while you cuddle with him in the hotel.

In the moring Theodore is awoken with the loudest happiest scream you’ve ever had. You’ve never been so happy tears fall down your face of joy and you silently unable to speak bc of your voice show with your shaking hand the notifications from Taylor mother freaking Swift. On your Instagram is a photo of you and Theodore smiling the happiest you’ve ever been and there is a like and comment from TAYLORSWIFT13 saying “OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU! ❤️” and Theodore’s jaw drops. He knows you’ll never shut up about it ever again

“oh Merlin, you’re gonna marry me now that Taylor Swift liked a photo of us aren’t you” he says teasingly and you nod laughing silently

The end <3

#taylor swift #the eras tour #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #first fanfic

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ivesambrose · 1 year

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2023 𝓜𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 🫧

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HAPPY NEW YEAR and my new year gift to you all. You thought I'd forget huh? 😉

Choose the gif / gifs you feel intuitively pulled towards the most ✨

To book a personal reading with me DM or email me at [email protected] with your name and query 🌙

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Winter & new years readings

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Gif 1

Themes :

Expansion, learning and exploration.

Messages :

You'll be feeling a lot more youthful and playful compared to the previous months. Like you've been serious and taking things to heart for so long and feeling like Eustace Bagge from Courage the cowardly dog most of the time but now you feel more like Bugs Bunny. This is the best analogy I can give.

Its your turn to inspire the people around you or those who get to meet you this year.

Some of you might pick up cooking as a hobby or profession or would want to start experimenting with recipes at home or better eating in general instead of eating out.

You'll be showered with compliments a lot this year so if anyone tries to dull your shine you know it's irrelevant.

You'll have some decisions to make in terms of career / study opportunities and you will feel indecisive at first as to which is the better option but trust in yourself to choose the best one.

You'll be getting out more or would simply be on your way to something that leads to a lot of financial bliss.

Things will take off soon and suddenly maybe even sudden travel plans and receiving everything at once that might seem overwhelming and you might get anticipation anxiety, certain jitters or just worrying about what's ahead or even improper sleep. But things will be alright. Keep your focus on the bigger picture.

Make that vision board for the love of God.

Romantically you'll have really high standards. Yet I see you nitpicking yourself. Stop that! (pretty please) I do see you being offered love by someone head over heels for you but you'll take your time opening up and be fixated on yourself and your goals for the most part so perhaps a slow burn in that department or you'll just relish in finding a sense of yourself and the career you've always wanted this year.

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Themes :

Dreams, imagination, subconscious, spirituality.

Messages :

You'll be focused on the positive and positive only. Seeing things in your favour. Feeling more optimistic, manifesting friends with the same mindset and in turn finding more clarity. I see that some of you have literally put your foot down and decided that, "nope. Show me how good it can get."

You've matured so much and are at this point rather unfazed by the ups and downs life throws at you. You've always made or will be making peace with yourself. That you don't need to plaster a label on your personality and niche yourself down to be more palatable. You're a mix and match of several things and that's perfectly okay.

You may inherent some wealth. Some of you might move to a new house or redecorate your house in a way you've always wanted. You'll feel like you've achieved something tangible this year that you're really proud of.

There may be a moment where you look back at the past and judge yourself harshly. Please refrain from dwelling in this.

You'll be educating yourself on a certain topic you feel drawn to. Possible topics I'm seeing : how your subconscious works, neuroscience, mythology, language, music, skin (dermatology or cosmetology)

I see you letting go of your sorrows because you have faith that what's yours won't pass you by.

A lot of vivid dreams and possible precognitions. Learning to lucid dream as well.

Romantically I'm sensing there's someone that matches your energy. They will end up being your muse or you'll end up being theirs. You'll grow closer when you least expect it even though you'll intuitively see it coming.

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Themes :

Overcoming a dark night of the soul, curiosity, collaborations and connections.

Messages :

Oh you're walking away. Literally. People, places, situations, mindsets, mostly manipulation. It's like you finally decided to pack up and leave and the right opportunity showed up for you to do it. I see relief after grief.

You may be managing two jobs/income sources/multiple daily life things. At first it might be difficult but you'll soon get the hang of it and also find time for yourself.

I see some of you getting into skincare and wellness. Even fragrances? Things that make you feel calm and are therapeutic. You have neglected yourself for a long time so now that you've finally decided to make yourself priority little things like this feel like therapy almost. As if you're pretending to be in a vouge beauty secrets video just for yourself.

I would like to remind you, if no one has. I'm very proud of you.

There will be a lot of boundaries you'll establish this year. Be mindful not to end up being too sharp tounged to people who really do mean well. Not everyone is out to get you.

Things are changing this year and even if this change feels uncomfortable due to its newness. Its something you've been wanting. Also, improved finances. Sudden windfall even. Making the right connections that lead you to your own growth be it personal growth or growth in business or otherwise. By the end of the year you'll feel like you have more than enough. That you don't need to feel on the edge all the time. Like the bright sunny morning has finally come after a long stormy night.

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Themes :

Self expression, travel, foreign cultures and strength.

Messages :

I can hear Freddie Mercury sing, "I want to break free." loud and clear near my ears.

I see you rebranding and reconstructing yourself. It reminds me of Maxine looking at the mirror and saying, "I will not accept a life I do not deserve."

I actually see that something that has been challenging for you suddenly just being swept away. Like you really don't have to physically exhert yourself so much. Drop the baggage my loves. Not yours to carry this year.

Its okay to manifest or seek the easiest ways. Simplify things for yourself.

I see a lot of you just realizing your worth and falling in love with yourself. Looking the way you want, dressing the way you want, courting yourself and taking yourself out on dates to the point your standard is you yourself. Honestly? Truly? Love that for you.

You'll be very determined. Like nothing stands in between you and your desires. You know what is yours. Period.

You'll realize how a simple perspective shift and not forcing yourself to do something or reacting is the key to getting what you want.

Some of you will love to document moments for yourself a lot. Maybe invest in a Polaroid camera or digital or point and shoot camera for yourself.

There's so much creative spark around you, I just see you going at with no desire for perfection. Simply fun.

You'll reap your rewards especially monetary. And have several projects to look forward to. One symbol that might follow you are spiders or spider webs or little stars when something good is about to happen.

Romantically? Oh you will be pursued alright but why am I getting y'all just don't pick up on hints? I'm literally hearing the song Loco by Itzy for y'all. So you'll be having an impact on maybe many people but you'll be oblivious to it. I think you're choosing peace and harmony so you'll rather want to be around who feels the same and go with the flow.

If you're already taken I just see more harmony and cooperation in your existing relationship.

#Pick a card #PAC #pick a card 2023 #pick a card reading #2023 Messages #Spirituality #psychic readings #tarot readers of tumblr #Pick a pile

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fuck-i-love-october · 26 days

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James Fleamont Potter has always known to give too much. Be it his time, attention, or the warmth in his heartJames Potter has never known to let things die.

This proved itself true, when at 16 years old Sirius' brother showed back up to Hogwarts no longer a little brother, but that of a very handsome young man.

Countless attempts to charm this boy, to no avail. He spent the autumn months leaving notes in regulus' quidditch locker, and sending earnest smiles his way during matches.

Leading up to winter break, James Potter tried every day to converse with this boy- man -. He tore apart regulus' stone wall to find those particularly enamoring features, making sure to give the most hand-picked, genuine compliments, after regulus swore once during potions that surface-level affection meant absolutely nothing to him.

Always met with a snide remark or visible annoyance, of course. Regulus protested James' very existence. `

But James couldn't stop watering dead flowers.

When spring came, his words turned into actual flowers. He'd gotten information, somehow, (Paying off a Slytherin house member, no doubt) about regulus' favorite flower. He'd buy them, pick them, transfigure them, if he had to. He would. Always signed with a card of his adoration stuck into the bundle of twine that held them.

"You're only hurting yourself, James." Friends would remind him, their genuine concern spilling over into negative words and dismissal.

There are worse things, James thought, Worse things than what they called 'wasting' his love on some protestant, pretty, intelligent French man.

Surely it had stopped, surely his year-long fixation on the boy had died over summer break.

Until James had made his way through the train carts to present a box of sweets purchased from the trolly to none other than the very same Regulus Black. Shunned away with a collection of snickering from the group around him James only shook his head, grinning along with the laughter directed at him, setting the box down, signed with hat same little card, and left.

It was four months into the next years' semester when he returned to the Gryffindor common area, clutching at his jumper as if though the heart really had been torn from his chest. He locked himself away from those closest to him, and in that very same night, he was wilted and reborn.

James Potter who knew never to give up had severed the ties from his beating heart to his head and wasn't quite the same, after this.

Even after three years of continual affection from his brother's best friend, it only took one morning without it for Regulus to develop a longing.

No one to grab the books from his locker or to talk about his eyes. No one there to offer him roses or plead their affection, it left him colder.

So when, a month after these interactions stopped taking place, Regulus confronted his feelings for James in the middle of the quidditch field, he was met with teary eyes and a shaking hand, brought up to cradle his cheek.

This is it, he thought, he finally gets James Potter.

Through a pained gaze, James' hand would fall, lowering his head.

"I can't, Regulus. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Like the air had been taken from his lungs.

"James, you mean to tell me..."

"I waited three years, love. I can't- I can't, Reg."

He was left alone in the field, James walking back like a soldier from battle, one that he narrowly escaped.

And Regulus Black now knew what it was, to be James Potter. A feeling he wanted nothing to do with, right now.

He now felt sick. Saw, realized, what he had done to this man. Failed to entertain his feelings, for years, and dug these flowers up from their grave the second he had gotten closure.

Regulus bought James a bouquet the very next morning,

#marauders #james potter #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #sirius black #james fleamont potter #marauders era #regulus black #jegulus #angst

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Helluva Boss' Worldbuilding is Awful

This is going to be a different post than what I normally post. It will be a bit more negative than how I normally word things but I want to get my thoughts out there since it's something I've been hyper fixating on for awhile.

Helluva Boss is a web series on YouTube currently in its 2nd season created by Vivienne Medrano, it serves as a spin-off of her other creative property Hazbin Hotel which was recently picked up by A24 and will air its first season on Prime next month. I wanted to discuss the worldbuilding of Helluva Boss, how and why I think it doesn't work, and why that hurts it's storytelling. This essay isn't meant to be only dunking on Viv or people who still love the show, I'm not writing this to be mean. I'm writing this because I do have a soft spot for these shows, Helluva Boss S1 is a comfort show to me and Hazbin was my first foyer into indie animation. I respect Medrano for what she was able to accomplish with her shows and I write this as my own form of a love letter to the show that I want so badly to improve and be the best it can be.

The Hierarchy

Both Hazbin and Helluva take place in the same universe and are set in the same location, Hell. Hell is a concept that's been around for a long time and has had several stories written about it, it has multiple different interpretations and depictions throughout the years. Medrano's version of Hell seems to be based on Dante's Inferno version of Hell, a story that depicts Hell as having multiple layers with the sins being condensed to their own rings. Medrano's version only has 7 rings as opposed to Dante's 9 rings, one ring for each of the 7 deadly sins.

Medrano's Hell is depicted as a hierarchical society with very strict rules that those within the hierarchy must obey. Those at the bottom of the hierarchy are treated like garbage by those above them, with very little one can do to transcend the position they were born into. Furthermore, dating someone underneath you in the hierarchy, especially if you're higher on it like in the Ars Goeita, is seen as disgraceful and disgusting. The hierarchy is depicted below:

This hierarchy, as confirmed by Medrano in an interview and further established in Helluva, is the official ranking of the denizens of Hell. It seems fine until you realize that the Sinners, former humans who sinned in life and got themselves into Hell, are above all of the Hellborn in status. The reason it doesn't really make sense is because Hell is meant to be a place where sinners are tortured for eternity for their sins, with the Hellborn usually being the ones doing the torturing. So why are they above the Hellborn? Why do mortal souls outrank those of actual demons? We're never given an answer for this, it's really odd.

My other problem with the hierarchy is that its established rules are often broken and bent when the writers feel like it. The most prominent example is when it comes to Higher Demons having relationships with Lower Demons. In the first season; Blitz, an Imp, someone at the bottom of the hierarchy, and Stolas, a member of the Ars Goeita and a Prince, being in a sexual relationship with each other is seen as disgusting and shocking by those around them.

When Stella is calling Stolas out for cheating on her she seems more upset that it was with an imp, with most of her insults being based around that.

"Do you want to fuck this one (referring to their imp butler) too?!" - Stella (S1E2 LooLoo Land) "Fucking IMP SUCKER!" - Stella (S2E4 Western Energy)

When Stolas and Blitz are called out in Ozzie's for their relationship, the characters don't seem to point out that he's cheating but again, who he's cheating with.

"ARE YOU SLEEPIN' WITH AN IMP?!" - Wally Wackford (S1E7 Ozzie's) "Whew! My dark lord, how the mighty do fall." - Asmodeus (S1E7 Ozzie's)

All of these moments make it clear that having a relationship with someone outside of your social class, especially those at the literal bottom of the barrel, is frowned upon heavily in Hell's society.

So why are Ozzie and Fizz, and also Bee and Tex, able to be so public about their relationships and nobody cares?

Tex, a hellhound on the same level of status as the imps arguably even lower, is dating Beezlebub, a Deadly Sin and queen of the Gluttony Ring. They don't hide their relationship at all, with Tex introducing her as his girlfriend at a public event and Bee acting very lovey-dovey to him in public. Shouldn't there be a scandal about this? The class difference is arguably more than Blitz and Stolas, with Stolas only being a demon Prince, Bee is a Queen and she's dating someone whom most of Hell considers to be little more than actual pets. No one looks at them weird or even makes a comment about it?

Fizz and Ozzie are in the same boat, a deadly sin, the King of Lust is dating an imp. They at least somewhat point this out in the universe (Newspaper articles of Ozzie being a hypocrite and characters calling their relationship the worst-kept secret in Hell) but they don't get nearly the same amount of venom and societal ridicule that Stolas and Blitz got. When Asmodeus confirms in front of an entire crowd of Hellborns at Mammon's Clown Pageant in S2E7 MAMON'S MAGNIFICENT MIDSEASON SPECIAL, the crowd is... extremely accepting of it. With all of them cheering for Fizz and Ozzie and Mammon seemingly being the odd one out when it comes to ridiculing them for their supposedly forbidden love.

So what's the deal? Are higher demons and lower demons forbidden from dating each other or not? Because of how the show is written, it seems like it's only a problem when it's Stolas and Blitz. It's one example but still a glaring inconsistency in the worldbuilding that leaves several fans confused.

Hell not feeling like Hell

So outside of the hierarchy posing its own issues the actual setting also poses its own issues. A common criticism I've seen of Helluva and Hazbin is that Hell is just "Earth but red" and I'd have to agree with that honestly. You could replace the setting of Helluva as a group of assassins running a business in a major city like Los Angeles and change Stolas to being just a shady rich corporate backer and very little about the plot would change.

I'll just rapid fire some things that Hell has that make no sense in a place that's supposed to be evil, lawless, and a place of eternal suffering:

Fire Fighters

Hospitals that even lower classes can use.

Jails and Cops?? (What the fuck)

A fucking priest, officiating a wedding with a bible which implies there's a Hell Christianity?

Weddings and marriages that seem identical to Earth ones or Christian marriages (wouldn't Hell hate marriages for how they're tied to religion and God?)

Fucking Courts.

If these were one-off gags or something mentioned only once, I could let it slide. (Like Millie and Moxxie being married or Stolas and Stella getting a divorce) but when you drag out these plot points or repeatedly show things that make your world just feel like Earth but with a new coat of paint on it, It begins to feel like your world is just Earth but with a new coat of paint on it.

The worldbuilding in Helluva Boss feels like the worldbuilding in Cars where it just leaves more questions than it answers. (Why are sidewalks a thing in a world of sentient cars? They show an American flag so does that mean that the Car Civil War happened? THE POPE IS HERE IS THERE A CAR JESUS THAT DIED ON THE CAR CROSS FOR OUR CAR SINS??)

What is Demonic Law?

In Helluva Boss, the business the characters run is stated by multiple characters to be illegal. There are demons permitted to access the human world and imps are not one of them, making their business illegal. I.M.P's use of Stolas' grimoire is illegal it is not meant to be lent out to anyone, especially not to imps, Stolas even says so himself in S1E5 Harvest Moon. Stolas later affirms that the Imps need to be careful because if they get caught it could land all of them in trouble in S1E6 Truth Seekers:

"How the fuck did you get caught!? Were you not being careful? If you get in trouble I get in trouble!" - Stolas (S1E6 Truth Seekers)

So what's the deal with Stolas in S2E6 waltzing up to a DEADLY SIN and basically admitting that Blitz's running an ILLEGAL BUSINESS AND HE'S AN ACOMPLIS TO IT?? Asmodeus just... doesn't care that this demon prince just admitted to breaking demon law? Also, Blitz can advertise his business without worry that it could bite him in the ass, no one else at I.M.P. is concerned that they're running an illegal business that could land all of them in hot water? No one questions why a bunch of imps have access to the living world even though they're not supposed to?

Another thing they set up is Human Disguises, in S1E3 where Loona calls them out for going to the human world without using human disguises, making a big deal out of it. Whenever Loona goes to the human world she wears a human disguise as well as Verosika, her squad, and Stolas in S2E2.

"A human called me a possum! I am NOT a possum!" - Moxxie (S1E3 Spring Broken)

The human disguise rule is so inconsistent, why do Loona and Stolas wear theirs in Seeing Stars when Octavia is wandering around without one and the most people do is give her weird looks. The imps run around fine without them and no one cares or can see through their bad disguises The humans in the Hellverse are too stupid to notice the literal demons so why even bring up disguises at all? Why have human disguises be apart of Demon Law if it doesn't matter?

Demons being ...Nice?

A common response to criticism of this show is usually "It's Hell.". While I've already gone over why it sure don't feel like it but what's weirder still is yes, it's hell. Why are some people so fucking nice?

Moxxie doesn't want to kill an innocent mother and seems pretty soft, Millie and Moxxie are incredibly loving and caring to each other, when Blitz is younger, he has qualms against stealing, then we've got Beezlebub and Asmodeus who, by all accounts, are just nice people.

Bee becomes concerned for Blitz when he begins binge drinking (Aka, engaging in her sin) at one of her parties and Asmodeus has an entire speech about why consent matters and how lust shouldn't be forced. I'm not advocating for Ozzie to be a rapist or for Bee to be a one dimensional bitch but, it really doesn't make sense for the literal embodiments of sins to be so nice.

On that same note, there are villians in this show that we're mostly supposed to hate because they're.. mean?

Glitz and Glam, we hate them because they're hyper-competitive and mean to Fizz, but they're demons? Shouldn't we expect them to be mean? Stella is an abusive screaming harpy and awful to Stolas and we hate her for it, but she's a demon princess? Shouldn't that behavior be normal in Hell?

Certain demons being nice is fine, and it can give them depth, but when every 'good guy' is nice and chill and only the evil or villainousxczxc characters are cartoonishly evil it starts to become apparent that it's writer's bias.

Conclusion

While this isn't all of the worldbuilding issues that exist within Medrano's Hellverse, it's the big ones that I have the most problems with. For a show that's supposed to be made as a way to further build upon the world of Hell, Helluva does a very poor job at that and at points is even detrimental to Hazbin.

What I mean is, if Charlie needs a backer to the hotel, why doesn't she ask Ozzie or Bee? They seem like they'd be down for it since they're surprisingly anti-sin. Charlie no longer feels special because she isn't the only nice demon, she isn't the odd one out anymore since a lot of Hell's leaders also seem to be pretty chill and nice.

Again, this isn't a rant or something that I made to dunk on these shows, I love both of them still and I want them to be better. For Hazbin and Helluva to live up to their potential and be the best they can be, no work is above being critiqued, it comes with the territory and I wish more of the fandom was normal about someone having negative feelings towards parts of the show's writing and to stop putting good faith and bad faith criticism in the same boot and backing that shit into the Hudson.

#helluva boss #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #worldbuilding #long post #like no seriously #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #the autism is autisming

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Darling Boy

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Winter Soldier

Summary : Natasha is the most powerful leader of the red room. As a gift from Hydra, she gets their best weapon - The Winter Soldier.

Warnings : Red Room Leader!Nat, Knife Play, Degradation Kink, Sub!Bucky, Dom!Nat, Masochism/Sadism, Orgasm Denial

Natasha Romanoff - after the downfall of the red room she took control and went on to become the most powerful leader they ever had. One that could rule with an iron fist but show the Widows a gentle side none of the men ever got to see.

Hydra was very intrigued by her success in building such a strong army that after their Winter Soldier project failed, they gifted her the one and only assassin who over the 70 years did a great job in his field - the Winter Soldier.

"Is that him?" She smiled, one hand on the papers of her desk. Men in uniform entered holding the soldier between them and tossing him to the floor. "Yes ma'am."

Natasha approached slowly to take a closer look at her present. She gazed downwards, chuckling at the sight of the Winter Soldier's nervous expression. It felt good to be in power and so influential that even Hydra wanted to bond with the Red Room. However their deed was futile. Gifting her an assassin (of which she already had many) and a man at that, wouldn't impress her.

Her foot moved to kick the Soldier, only so much that it made a thud sound. The man's stiff posture wouldn't change, he didn't even flinch at the rude act. "Mhm, such a good pet. I like this one, I think I'll keep him." Her raspy voice sighed.

The men in uniform went to cuff the Winter Soldier to the wall. It was no wonder that she had an extra fixation in her office for these occasions, this wasn't her first present afterall.

Quickly after everyone left - the woman had time to really play with her gift. Something that brought her pure satisfaction, just by picking up a knife she always had by her side, the lust of dedicating some time to her boytoy took overhand. "There there.." she kneeled down beside him and pressed the knife to his throat. The blue eyes menacingly stared into the distance, nostrils flaring in panic. Natasha enjoyed seeing him all scared, albeit he's supposed to be such a dangerous killer. "Already so frightened, Soldier?"

She gave a last push to cut him lightly, then bringing her lips to the side of his head whispering "pathetic" at him. A simple action which made him buckle his hips ever so slightly. So subtly, Natasha didn't notice the first time. Yet the second he whined, his hands balled between his legs, Natasha knew exactly how to treat her new pet. "Do you like that?" Her hand moved to his hips where she stroked over his crotch area a few times.

Fuck, he was already hard. Such a poor boy, so needy at the slightest touch. "You'll be good and listen to me?" Natasha groaned, dropping the knife and opening his pants hastily. Bucky was in such shock he couldn't help but whine when Natasha seized him on his waist : "You're going to listen to me, did I make myself clear?" Her tone had a more harsh angered way to it now. Almost snarling at him now inches away from the man's face.

The Soldier couldn't help but nod, teary eyes and red cheeks. His face ran hot the second the woman kicked him, the pure control she had over him. His blue eyes followed every single move, patiently. Waiting till the older woman, tugged on his pants, pulling them off after a while before pushing him back into a laying position.

Nat quickly levered the soldiers boxers, watching him struggle, his thighs rubbing against eachother. The woman dug her nails into his legs and shushed him : "I thought I told you to listen to me, darling?"

Her hands caught his erection, squeezing the tip lightly. Bucky's mouth stood agape, moaning at the sensation and throwing his head back like a cheap slut. It gave Natasha motivation to move her hips as soon as unclothed above Bucky's dick and slowly settle on it, her moist walls taking it all in as she moved on top of him in a rough manner. "Such a whore. You like it when I move like this?"

Her hips worked up and down in the same rhythm the soldier started thrusting into her, groaning and gripping her waist - desperately trying to pleasure himself.

"You're so pitiful, you like being deep inside of me?"

After a few harsh thrusts, Natasha chuckled, her hands resting on his pecs still covered by the leather as she moved upwards leaving his dick leaking precum standing painfully close to an orgasm which he was denied. The Winter Soldier had his hands on her body, trying to hold onto her and letting go to use his hands to get off. An idea which quickly turning out to be difficult in practice as he was still restricted to the wall. "Fuck, fuck please.." the man whined, looking up at Nat, giving her the sweetest puppy eyes.

The redhead smirked. "Tsk." Was her only response after she grabbed on his wet, hardened length once again, feeling by how he moved his hips in which desperate situation the man was in.

Scrunched up nose, Bucky's breathing speeded up - moans escaped his lips, trying to use the last of Nat's touch to push him over the edge.

But even then the red room leader left him hanging.

"Pathetic." She smiled.

#natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #bucky x natasha #winterwidow #marvel #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #red room #hydra #winter soldier

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Jesus Christ Superstar: Ultimate Edition

this easter It Is Time. using my years of fixation and research i present to you The Best Version of every song from jesus christ superstar, plus commentary. obviously subjective opinion so do feel free to discourse in the tags bc as you may have picked up i enjoy talking about the relative merits of jcs productions. also i might not even stand by this in a week bc i find it hard to keep multiple versions in my head at the same time for comparison and there are so so many versions.

please note that acting, vocal quality, music direction, and where available staging have all been taken into account. act 2 in rb bc of link restrictions.

heaven on their minds - 2012 broadway revival

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obviously in terms of pure vocals carl anderson is unbeatable forever, but the staging of the 2012 broadway revival pips it for me. josh young's voice is still gorgeous and the judas/jesus/mary throuple is everything. i love versions where hotm is sung directly To jesus, and i love that in this version jesus actually listen and takes judas' concerns on board. the love and respect between all three of them is palpable and even though it is a serious disagreement, part of that disagreement comes from the fact that they care about each other so much. that's tragedy baby!

special mention to henrike tönnes on the 2022 rob carroll version, i specifically like the Ending of the song for that one. also the sarcastic clap along w the disciples that judas does in the 2013 hungary version.

what's the buzz/ strange thing mystifying - 2018 tv event

annoyingly this isn't on youtube but tbh the staging is nothing mindblowing. i think what's the buzz is a great song for showcasing the usp of each version and in this one i think being able to hear the real crowd actually cheering for jesus (john legend) really adds to the narrative. i also absolutely love brandon victor dixon and as i have said before he would be one of my favourite judases if judas were straight. sara bareilles does a great 'offended' face when he bitches about her lmao.

honourable mention to the 2012 uk arena tour for again showing off the conceit of 'modern day activists' really well in this song, not forgetting of course WOTS THE BUZZ #buzz tweet

then we are decided - 2013 hungary

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(starts at about 9:49) obviously not a huge amount of competition for this one, i wish more versions included it bc it's a great song :( anyway i loveee the staging choice to have everyone else freeze-framed on stage with the priests walking among them, and i freaking love this caiaphas. literally inserting it into what's the buzz also works nicely

i do miss kurt yaghjian from the 1973 film tho, forever obsessed with his voice and facial expressions. extra shout out to the striving artists version for simply existing.

everything's alright - 2006 austria

something about the musical direction in 90% of versions of this song goes right through me, like there is always some weird instrument that makes me Cringe. but this version is Nice :) really enjoy how Pissed this judas is. and i love the way the long notes last into the next section of the song. i will say i prefer the alt melody for 'people who are hungry' but you can't have everything

this is a really nice one on the all-female cast recording as well, obviously it's already the most female-heavy song of the show but shoshana bean's judas is particularly good here i think. also of course carl anderson with tears in his eyes grasping ted neely's hands while the music swells is ingrained on my brain for all time.

this jesus must die - 1994 studio cast

this album as a whole is probably my Least Favourite JCS Ever, but i will admit that this song fucks. the haunting eeriness at the beginning. the way it kicks into a funky little syncopated rhythm. the disembodied hosannas. unexpected delight.

2012 uk arena tour is unfortunately disqualified for having possibly the Most antisemitic portrayal of the priests, which is a shame because it's probably my favourite casting. one of my favourite annas portrayals, but in general all of them are distinct and fully embodied which does make that version very fun to watch. i also really enjoy the 2019 castaway productions version for this song, the way they play instruments while they sing like a lil band, and caiaphas' eye make-up is sick. 1973 film is obviously also iconic with the little scaffolding tippy taps, and the way kurt yaghjian sings 'a trick-or-two with lepers'. i love this song sorry.

hosanna - 2017 striving artists

i kind of don't have justification for this one LOL i just like it. i know there are versions that are sung better and really the staging is quite important for this song but idk i just find this version really calming. i don't know if it's the music direction? i don't know enough about music tbh

admittedly this is another one that works really well for the 2018 tv event, but doesn't quite win for me as the crowd don't cheer in all the right places and john legend doesn't react at all to the 'would you DIE for me?' line which is crucial. for good reaction to that line the 2000 film where it elevates the bitchy gay tension in the love triangle really nails it.

simon zealotes - 2011 austria

EASYYY WIN FOR ME this is actually the song that made me want to pick a best version for each one because this version IS so much better than any other one for me. the guitar!!!!!! rob's energy!! the music design for this one really fucks so severely and then there's just rob jumping around hyping up the crowd (there is a film version from 2008 on youtube, but i wanted to capture the music for this one). iconic.

big love also to hungary 2013 for having a simon who's in a wheelchair, particularly notable when it's really the highest energy role in the show. i do enjoy.

poor jerusalem - 2022 rob carroll

i cannot find any information about this album other than what's on spotify but i do enjoy the slight alt melodies in this version and i like his voice.

not a lot to go into for this song really. i like the ben forster version a lot as well, and the 1996 london cast version. 'close your eyes' is a better lyric than 'live a lie'. moving on.

pilate's dream - 2022 all-female cast

may be biased bc I LOVE ORFEH but i just think this version is so gorgeous. i love the little vocal drifts without going too overboard and distracting from the song. the music composition is especially pleasing as well.

there's a lot of honourable mentions i could give here bc i think pilate has so much potential for power and gravitas, but 1973 film, 2012 uk arena tour, 2013 hungary, and east end theatrical ensemble. are also big favs. in terms of staging i love the fact that 2019 castaway productions has jesus himself on stage playing the backing piano like he actually is haunting pilate.

the temple - 1992 australia

australia 1992 habitually has some of the most interesting and creative music direction and this is one of the songs where it particularly pays off. love the whistles. i also like that the second 'get out' is spoken, not screamed. the second half is appropriately creepy with the sustained 'chriiiist'. pretty boring staging but at least the costumes are fun.

i don't know how to love him - east end theatrical ensemble

possibly controversial choice but ugh i love this version i even love how low the sound quality is. like listening to a vinyl. i think her voice is so gorgeous and i love her accent. deeply soothing to listen to. i feel like im in the 70s rn.

i'm also a huge fan of the 1996 london cast recording, joanna ampil has such a sweet voice and the way she emotes so that you can really Hear it works well for this song. special shout out to 2012 uk arena tour which i don't think is a particularly amazing version but we get the absolute gunshow from mel c at the end so we love it.

damned for all time/blood money - 1973 film

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CARL!! I feel like 1973 film and 1996 london album are at a disadvantage in this bc they're what i grew up with so i kind of take them for granted but this is undeniably iconic. no one can commit to the tortured soul but belief he's doing the right thing like him. the way he can scream but it still sounds Good. i prefer versions that have annas suggest 'a fee' rather than caiaphas just repeating himself so that's here too. the weird keening way he sings 'on thursday night'. annas dropping the coins just as he reaches for them. UGH so good. a lot less brassy than other versions as well.

this is another song that kinda fucks in every version, but the original 1970 album and the 2018 tv event are particularly good i think. also that one bit in 2012 uk arena tour where annas is like '...... get up off the floor.'

#jesus christ superstar #jcs #jcsposting #please don't let this flop i spent all day on it.#will try to add act 2 on rb now otherwise it will be a new post lmao #Spotify

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Let’s call the abuse of Taylor Swift what it really is – a hate crime against women

It doesn’t matter what your thoughts are on the artist’s latest relationship, writes Olivia Petter – we should not be talking about women this way in 2023

Of all the women in the public eye, Taylor Swift is one that people love to hate. Maybe it’s because she’s inordinately successful – her Eras tour is likely to be the highest-grossing tour of all time with an estimated $1.4bn in revenue. It could be because she’s incredibly talented – have you listened to the lyrics on her Folklore album? Maybe it’s because she’s exceptionally beautiful – that hair! Those eyes! That smile!

Or... perhaps it’s just that she’s a woman.

As a long-term, die-hard Swifty (this is what us Swift fans call ourselves), I have often wondered what it is about my favourite golden girl with the voice of an angry angel and the brain of an Ivy League English professor that riles people up quite so much.

Anyone who has seen her Miss Americana documentary for Netflix from 2020 will know that the 33-year-old has long been the subject of internet bile, with critics attacking everything from her vocals and the way she dresses, to her weight and the men she’s dated.

In the latest spate of hatred against Swift, it seems to be the latter that is causing the issue. You see, following a breakup with her long-term boyfriend, Joe Alwyn, and a rather surprising (though short-lived) fling with 1975 frontman Matty Healy, Swift has a new man in her life: Travis Kelce. The American football player is considered one of the best athletes in the game, and Swift has already made a handful of notable appearances at some of his big games.

Most recently, Swift was seen attending the Kansas City Chiefs-New York Jets game to watch Kelce play, alongside a close friend, Blake Lively, and Lively’s husband, Ryan Reynolds. Following the game, though, Barstool Sports personalities Dan “Big Cat” Katz and Eric “PFT Commenter” Sollenberger – hosts of the popular Pardon My Take podcast – decided to weigh in on Swift’s presence with a series of sexist comments, calling her “bad for football” and making lewd jokes about “Taylor Swift’s vagina."

Elsewhere in the podcast, Katz admitted that he’d accept Swift’s presence at Chiefs games if she and Kelce were to “release a sex video”, as he described what crude details the video would need to include for him to accept the rumoured relationship.

It’s a hideous series of comments to read in full. Here is one of the most successful women in the world being reduced to nothing but a sex object by two male sports fans. It’s textbook misogyny: what better way to minimise a powerful woman than by talking about her sex life, or making references to her genitals? We’ve seen it before, and I’m sure we’ll see it again – but hasn’t Swift had to deal with enough of this already?

For years, critics fixated on her love life, often neglecting to mention her music at all in long reads about who she was rumoured to be dating at the time. She is a woman that has, for far too long, been defined by the men in her life. At least by those without the common sense to actually listen to her music and show her even a modicum of respect as an artist.

Enough is enough. As the actor Rachel Zegler put it in a tweet, “You will never see people speaking this way about a man. That goes for a lot of different scenarios. We do not pick apart men’s attitudes and relationships the way we do women’s and it’s not always just men who speak this way about us. Women can and do, too. It sucks.”

It’s 2023; this sort of language should not be tolerated, let alone broadcast on a popular podcast. However, when it is, we should recognise it for what it is: hate speech spouted by men who are threatened by successful women, and therefore feel compelled to sexualise them in order to preserve their flimsy, fragile egos. How sad for them.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Midnight Tip Toe - Luke Alvez x Reader

Tagging: @celilice1 @kabloswrld @whoreforhondo @xoxabs88xox @crazy4chickennuggets @anime-weeb-4-life @rosaliedepp @storiesofsvu @desert-fern @sendmylcve @99-reasons-to-live @legit9thlunaticwarrior @niya12 @yehhdh @cupids-lover

Another roadside motel, the only shithole in the middle of nowhere that wasn't booked up like all the other places in town. You hated being here in the wilderness, there was an absence of noise, of anything really. You were used to the rush of traffic, the noise of the city in your ears as you went about your life.

Here you were out of your element, sitting in the centre of the lion’s den, waiting for him to pounce.

You’d been chasing this killer for years, a serial rapist and murderer with a proclivity for brutality that went far beyond anything you had seen before. You were just a DC Metro Cop who worked in the Homicide Unit, except you’d been extensively investigating this guy on and off for a long time. You were the one who knew him the best, who’d climbed inside his head. You’d almost caught him the last time he’d popped back up in DC, you’d followed a trail of bread crumbs and come ever so close.

Then he was gone again.

Now you were out in the fucking boondocks with the BAU because you’d managed to track him all the way back to this shitty little town in backwater Washington state and they wanted your input.

You laid on your back, your gaze fixated on watermark in the ceiling above. You couldn’t sleep, your skin felt itchy and your heart thud even harder in your chest every time the branches moved outside your window. This place put the creeps up you. Knowing this is where it had all stemmed from, that this had been his original hunting ground...

You wondered what Luke was doing next door, if he had managed to fall asleep. The others didn’t know about the two of you, you’d decided to keep it low key since the two of you had hooked up the last time you’d worked together…

There was a knock on your door, a double rap to a tune only the two of you knew. You peered through the peephole before pulling open the door. Luke was clad in sweatpants and a grey v neck t-shirt, his dark hair tousled.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He told you in a low, gravelly tone as he closed the door behind him. “I keep thinking about you alone in here, him being so close.”

“Yea.” You murmured, your palm rubbing over the back of your neck. “I’m not doing so well with that.”

“Hence why I’m sleeping over.” He told you, his hands on your hips as he guided you back towards the bed.

“Just sleep.” You said, your fingers threading through his hair. “Your BAU friends will pick anything else up a mile away.”

“You act like they don’t already know.” He murmured, his thumbs trailing over the tiny sliver of skin between your vest top and pyjama shorts. Your breathing hitched as his lips brushed over yours.

“You promised you’d be good.” You reminded him as he set you down upon the sheets before draping himself over you.

“Oh, I can be very good.” He whispered against the curve of your throat, his fingertips hooking the waistband of your shorts and drawing them down. “Let me show you.”

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dirtytransmasc · 2 years

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Vance Hopper (mostly) Autism HC's

I do want to preface, I have a lot of comorbid disorders/mental health issues/etc. so this is solely based on my experience with autism.

nonverbal, talking is just sound to him, 90% of his communication when he isn't masked is touch or sounds.

Griffin is his favorite person, Bruce is his safe person, Finney is his care person (he goes to Finney when he's really non verbal and needs to communicate something quickly, Finney being the mom of the group is really good at helping him get his point across). robin and Billy are the ones he fucks around with (rough houses, starts shit with, stuff like that)

zero, absolutely zero personal space, he needs constant touch and pressure to stay sane. he likes to hold onto one person and be held by another, while being squeezed between two things (people, coach arms, pillows, etc.)

^^^he's only like this with people he trusts otherwise he is completely touch adverse. it causes full on meltdowns to be touched, and he's not the best at hiding it.

he gets really angry when he has meltdowns, but it quickly turns to tears and grabby hands. once he burns through the anger it turns into a full break down.

he definitely regresses when upset, not to the point of like age regression per say, but he kinda shutdowns and is very codependent.

he stims a lot, it's mostly skin picking, rocking, squeezing things, grinding his teeth and punching things. he listens to really loud music to decompress (I can't help but think he would have lived Motley Crue had he been around to hear it. he would love that one part of Kickstsrt My Heart with the weird voice affect). sweet is a comfort band.

Finney is the best at redirecting his more harmful stims, normally offering to hold his hand or giving him something to pick at.

he has an oral fixation, and chews on his hair and sleeves. he used to chew his nails but sorta grew out of it. he will chew them down to the bone if he's anxious though

all the boys carry gum on them just in case. he really likes cinnamon gum.

he loves cinnamon in general, he loves the smell, the taste, spicy and sweet.

he only wears second hand denim, breaking it in is literally one of the worst things on earth, he would rather die.

he really likes when people play with his hair, especially when robin (I hc he has a big family so he knows how to braid) braids his hair and runs his fingers through it and scratches at his scalp during the process

he has really bad cute aggression, like Griffin is constantly being tackled, squeezed, pinched, punched (playfully, even if he accidentally punches him kinda hard), etc. Vance absolutely loves him and shows it in his own way. Griffin is very aware of this, and is fine with the rough love

when he hyperfixates, it's long and steady, normally he'll have the same one for years at a time. currently it's Sweet and pinball.

he's dyslexic, but he really enjoys learning when it's done in a way that works for his brain. he had an English Lit tutor one year that made him love reading for the first time in years, you could not get him to put his books (he reads wide print copies) down. it's hard to get wide print books so he reads the same few books over and over again.

^^^ Gwen huts me as someone who's really good at typing and I could definitely see her rewriting books for Vance for his birthday or Christmas.

^^^ Gwen and Vance are besties, fight with the wall.

Vance is a huge animal person, they really help with keeping him calm and managing his anger. he's been known to rehabilitate anything from little mice to baby birds to helping out on local farms to nurse orphaned calf's. he had a shit ton of 'pets' or animals he raised as baby's and tried to release but they never really left. he also has a dog, a rescue mutt, he's a big dog and Vance will bury himself in his fur when really upset. he definitely takes care of the towns stray cats as well. his first job is at an animal shelter, and it was one of his few safe spaces.

he has really bad contamination OCD

he's not the best with social ques so a lot of his rude demeanor is him just not knowing the 'correct' or 'polite' way to go about something.

he uses he/him pronouns for the most part, but isn't against any of the other ones (he has an interesting relationship with she/her pronouns and he can't tell if he loves it or hates it)

he's queer, his feelings are too complex and at the end of the day he doesn't care enough to try and label himself.

^^^ he generally has a disconnect between himself and his queer identity (something I relate to, I don't know how I feel about autistic specific identities, and I don't feel like debating about it, but my autism definitely has an effect in my queer identity in a way I can't fully verbalize and I think he feels the same way)

I could do so many more of these.

#vance hopper #griffin stagg #billy showalter #bruce yamada #finney blake #gwen blake #the black phone #autism #dirtytransmasc

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Hey hi hello!!! How are you today?

I was wondering if I could get a match up?

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

I can't stop listening to Brand New City by Mitski since last week. I just really like the emotion in her voice. I also really associate myself with the line "if I gave on being pretty I wouldn't know how to be alive". So that's that.

What is your Enneagram type?

7w8, used to be a 9w1.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I dooo! I really like enjoy video essays about linguistics and mental illnesses as well

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I never really had an imaginary friend. I mean, I remember being annoyed at my shadow for copying everything I do, but I don't think that counts.

I actually didn't have any friend untill I went to school. I was always okay playing by my self.

Though I do remember making little scenarios in my head while playing on the playground; one of them being me as Harley Quinn trapped in jail while Joker saves me (I was obsessed with Harley Quinn as a kid, okay..)

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Rambling asmr.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I'd like to pick a name that sounds nice in most languages, since mine doesn't.

Maybe something like Eleanora with Nora as a nickname.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

I can't pick one so I'll say "holiday decorating with your boyfriend but he's a chaotic mess" and "listening in on your crush's thoughts". These are the audios that really made me smile like an idiot. They don't really have anything to do with the plot yet they're still my favourite.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Hot take but...David. It's just...idk man, I usually like the tsundere type put sometimes I feel like David is too rude. I enjoyed his first audio but the rest...idk man. I like angel a lot tho. I myself a lot in them, but David is definitely not the type I'd go for. I'd probably feel really annoying and unloved with a guy like him 🤷‍♀️

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

"The spy next door". I watched it waaaaaay too many times as a kid and I sometimes still do.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Asher!!! He seems like so much fun dude. He also reminds me a lot of my friend.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

I start rambling about 'what if' scenarios. Like what if I was born a year later? What if brother hadn't been born? What if that one time at the cafe I didn't order my usual drink?

Stuff like that.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

Idk I can't drive...😔

Chocolate and banana milkshake is my go to drink tho.

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

All my saved songs mashed up...

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Harry Potter fanfiction.... hear me out okay... I know it sounds...bad.. But damnit some of the fics are just too good.

Other info:

Idk if this is important or not but my mbti is ENTP-T and I'm also very short (5'1). Do what you must with that information...

Thank you!!

The combination of your personality traits gives me the impression of an extroverted, strong-willed person; they’re giving Smartass, you know? This combined with your preference towards tsunderes makes me think you’d be a good match with Aaron.

I can get what you mean about David being “too rude”; in contrast, Aaron’s certain brand of tsundere reads more playful? Like, he grasped early on when the attitude isn’t serving him or when to tone it down which is why I like him better for you. Also, the fact that your chosen name would be Eleanora and his brother’s name is Elliott, the fact that both his most loved people in the world could be called “El” is just really cute. That’s kismet a little bit.

Your life with Aaron would be such a dream (though that’s any life with Aaron, I will admit.) I can clearly imagine him making you your favorite milkshake every Saturday morning to start your weekend right (even though I can see him personally hating it /lh something about his vibe tells me he hates chocolate and banana together but not as much as he loves you). I can see him asking you about the fanfic you’re reading- not because he cares about Harry Potter (he doesn’t particularly) but because he likes to hear you talk about it. Also, your not being able to drive is fun because he’s an excellent driver, and don’t we all dream just a little bit of having to be a passenger prince(ss)? /lh

Song:

I just don't wanna miss you tonight/ And I don't want the world to see me/ 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand/ When everything's made to be broken/ I just want you to know who I am

One, that last line is very tsundere-core, that sentiment of “I don’t need the world to know or see me as long as I have you”. Two, this song is such a classic, and it matches the alt, rock, grunge vibe that Aaron gives me. I think he likes this song and genre a lot.

Runner-ups:

In addition to giving me Smartass vibes, your personality types also remind me of a more extroverted Damien; because of this, Huxley would be a cute runner-up for you. To do a total one-eighty, your mention of considering What If’s means I just have to give you Echo as a runner-up okay heaR ME OUT-

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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cursedvibes · 1 year

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Not looking good for Hana. Either Sukuna kills her or Angel takes over to get serious, destroying her consciousness in the process. Or Angel somehow manages to snap Hana out of it in time (don't think that's likely). Technically this isn't even such a bad situation to be in because not only is Sukuna hugging Hana but she is hugging him, so if Angel wants to attack, this is the best moment. At close range her technique would be even more destructive.

I was surprised Hana agreed to banishing Sukuna-Megumi this quickly, I thought that would be a bigger argument between her and Angel, but it does make sense with her goal to safe people. She puts saving Megumi above his bodily well-being. I'm sure Yuuji will have to face a similar dilemma in the future. Her just falling into Sukuna's arms took me off-guard though. Angel is literally screaming in her ear that she should stay away from him, but she seems completely oblivious to it. It does make sense though I think, considering her past and how she first "met" Megumi. People are saying she's "acting on a dumb crush" or "trying to use the power of friendship", but that's not it. If her feelings for Megumi were just a crush or she simply thought he's hot, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be acting like this. It's more of a fixation. He seemingly got her out of a traumatic situation and she never managed to move on from that, probably because she never made any real deep connections with anybody afterwards.

She even says "Megumi is mine". She idolizes him, but also clings to him because in her mind he was the first person to show her kindness and she desperately wants to hold on to that. I thought it was weird that in her flashback Megumi doesn't really acknowledge her, but she still fixated on him this much. Considering how Sukuna managed to lower her guard, it makes more sense though. The gesture of reaching out to her, thanking her and telling her that everything is alright is what she wanted to see when he saved her with Shiro back in the day.

She grew up in a horrible and brutal environment. The children around her didn't seem to have much camaraderie due to fear. She constantly had to keep her head down and not stand out. Then a magical being comes by and seemingly picks her to lead her to safety, thereby acknowledging her and doing something good for her without demanding anything in return. It makes sense then, that this memory would have such a huge impact on her and by playing on that memory, Sukuna would be able to deceive her. If it was just a crush, Hana would have listened to Angel and stopped, but since it reached deeper than that, she was quite literally blinded. Hana wanted to return the favour and save Megumi, and at the same time wanted him to acknowledge that he really did see worth in her to bring her out of those ruins, that there was a purpose behind those actions (fate) and not just a whim or pure coincidence, where she herself didn't really matter. And that's what Sukuna gave her. She believes in fate because she wants her and her actions to matter (especially to others), and he reaffirmed that for her. This is also why I think that Megumi didn't actually consciously save her, Shiro just happened to run around and find her. Megumi was probably just practicing having his shikigamis out for a longer time. It makes for a good contrast between him and the facade Sukuna puts on.

She and Megumi are also quite similar in that they put a specific person on a pedestal and fail to really understand them as their own being with wants, needs, goals etc that go beyond them. And by failing to see that, they (most likely) lose agency over their own body and might even die. To be fair, Hana knew Megumi for like two days, of course she doesn't really know him (even if she believes otherwise). Megumi had over ten years to actually see Tsumiki for who she is...

But well, Hana's character was going to lead to this one way or another, so I'm not really surprised by this, just how it was executed. Her and Angels goals fundamentally clash and that has to be resolved. Only difference is that it's now Megumi instead of Yuuji, which is a lot more meaningful, since she has a deeper attachment to him. I still would have liked a bit more context surrounding Hana's decision to lower her guard and maybe a glimpse at her thoughts, but maybe we will get a bit more next chapter.

#Hana might die but I don't think Angel will just let herself get killed #jjk spoilers #jjk 213 #kurusu hana

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sweetsweetjellybean · 2 years

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In The Cold November Rain Part 7 *18+ MDNI

Eddie Munson/FemReader Steve Harrington/FemReader

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end. *Be warned* 18+ Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any. NSFW The smut has arrived.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime?

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help.

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss.

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Sincerest & Eternal Thanks To @loveshotzz A goodess of smut. I worship at her alter.

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird

Part 7/13? MASTERLIST Ao3

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By the time the second semester of your junior year rolls around, you work on your homework after school every day at the small kitchen table in Eddie's trailer. You helped Eddie when he'd let you. He's less focused on school and more interested in his guitar, some girl, D&D, or anything else. He'd sit in the living room on the couch or on the kitchen counter strumming his guitar, talking to you about whatever he was currently hyper-fixated on. His constant chatter was actually soothing. It was comforting knowing he was there. It became such a habit that you can never study without the tv or radio in the background. He had been talking about this horror film for weeks. It had never made it to Hawkins little theater, but he got a copy on VHS, borrowing it from some guy in Kerley County.

"So, are you going to stay and watch it with me?" Eddie asks while you're finishing your calculus.

"It's Friday night. I couldn't possibly have anything better to do, could I?" You ask sarcastically.

He stops strumming. "Do you have a date?"

The push-pull between you had cooled after reaching a stalemate. Neither of you is willing to give in. You've been on a few dates. You didn't throw it in his face, but you assumed he knew. He never mentioned it and had a few dates of his own. The truth was those boys had bored you to tears. Their sloppy kisses at the end of the night did nothing for you.

"Nope." You sigh, pausing to look at him. "Aren't you seeing someone right now?"

"Unfortunately, sweet Casandra got her fill of the Munson charm."

"Lucky me," you say sarcastically. He moves over to the table to sit across from you. He starts giving you that sad puppy dog look with those big brown eyes. "Alright, but if I have nightmares, you're going to sit up with me all night with the lights on watching care bears or something until I can function normally again."

"Yes!" He sticks out his tongue and fist pumps the air. "You're not going to regret this.

"I already regret this." You're only thirty minutes into the film, and there have been three gory beheadings, and now inexplicably, the couple running from the killer is stopping to have sex.

"Stop. It's not that bad." He takes your foot from where it's stretched out on the couch and puts it in his lap, his hand lightly stroking your instep. "I like these," he says, referring to your fuzzy purple socks. "I feel like I have a cat or something." You lightly kick him with your free foot. He captures it and starts giving it the same treatment. "Be nice, Princess." He turns his attention back to the screen. "They're really going for it now," He says, consumed by the action. The man has taken off the women's shirt and shorts, and she pauses and removes her bra. Eddie sucks in a deep breath.

"No way those are real," you complain. "This is so cheesy. How many virgins do you know with fake boobs?"

"Jealous?" His eyes are still glued to the screen.

"No. I'm very pleased with what I have. Thank you."

"Are you sure? You could ask Santa for a set of those puppies for Christmas. Maybe you get a few more dates."

"I haven't gotten any complaints."

"But you haven't gotten any compliments either."

"Screw you." Crossing your arms over your chest, you attempt to pull your feet away. He tightens his grip keeping them across his lap. Your soft fuzzy socks looked out of place next to his worn black jeans with the chain clipped to his belt loop that attached to the wallet in his back pocket.

"Relax, we both know the royal knockers have never seen the light of day."

"What the hell would you know about it, Eddie?" His teasing can get you worked up faster than anybody you've known.

"I know you're a virgin. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Princess. You'll save yourself for Mr. Right. He won't know how to make you come, but he'll knock you up. Then you can stay home all day and vacuum."

"That's not what I want," you grumble. How can he actually think that? The man is sucking on the woman's boobs, and she's moaning so loud the killer is sure to hear her. You look over at Eddie. His mouth is open, and his breathing is a little faster. "Are you getting turned on?" You ask while running your foot closer to his crotch. He stops its path before it reaches any place interesting, his concentration still focused on the movie.

"Are you?" He asks. You know he's teasing, and you want to call his bluff.

"Maybe." His head whips around. The way he is looking at you has your thighs squeezing together. A wave of desire crests in your belly.

"What are you doing, Princess?"

His hand runs under your pant leg, sliding up your calf. Your tongue wets your lips, and your head falls back. You're definitely turned on now but not because of the movie. His fingertips move to the back of your knee, and he starts tickling you relentlessly.

"Stop, Eddie, please." You beg, squirming and giggling.

"It's not nice to tease." He says, following your squirming body as you slide down the couch, trying to get away from him. He changes tactics and goes for your ribs. Your stomach hurts from laughing, and you're trying to catch your breath. Somehow he's ended up hovering over you. A cocky smirk on his face. It makes you want to kiss it right off him. So you do. He's shocked at first, not responding to your mouth. When you suck his lower lip in between yours, he groans and finally kisses you back. His kisses are just as good as you remembered.

In the future, you will spend time ruminating on what makes someone a good kisser. Is it technique? The right amount of pressure and tongue. The only conclusion you've ever come to is that it comes down to being with the right person; at that moment, he was right for you.

His long eyelashes flutter as he takes his time tasting your mouth. Craving the weight of his body, you wrap your leg around him, encouraging him to drop onto you. Once his pelvis is cradled between your legs, your hips start to roll, grinding against his hardening cock. Even through your clothes, he sets you on fire. "Fuck, sweetheart, if you're trying to prove some kind of point, you're going to break my dick." Laughter bursts past your lips. He looks down at you smiling. There's a hint of stubble on his jaw as your fingers dance over his skin. "You are so beautiful. Your smile feels like the sun. It has since the first time I saw it."

He blushes and drops his mouth down to your neck. His tongue whirls and lips wetly suck the sensitive skin as your eyes roll to the back of your head. He's probably marking you, but you don't mind as long as he doesn't stop. His hand is under your shirt, smoothing up your stomach while his mouth moves lower. An electric current runs under your skin, sending tingles all over your body, and your lungs can't pull in enough air. A high-pitched scream fills the room, along with a chainsaw. Both of you dissolve into unrestrained laughter. Not ready for this to be over, you try enticing him back with your lips but end up giggling into his mouth. He sits up and finds the remote, pressing the buttons to shut off the movie. Righting yourself, you gulp down some water from the glass on the coffee table. "Well, that was fun." He leans back against the couch and scrubs his face.

"Is that it? Do you want me to go?" You ask, twisting the hem of your shirt. Doubt worms its way in as you start to question your actions. He's watching you, his face unreadable while you ache for him.

"I want you…." Keeping your eyes on his mouth, you suck in a deep breath. "To do whatever you want. Stay, go. It's up to you." He looks away, sighing. That stings. "Jesus, Eddie, you'll give a girl a complex. I'm using my best moves here."

The tone of your voice is light, but you avoid his eyes. He takes your hand, pulling you up from the couch and down the narrow hall to his room. He leaves you standing in the doorway and moves around the room, shutting his shades and dumping the clothes piled on his bed on the floor. He retakes your hand, and you sit down with him on the edge of his bed. Keeping your eyes low, you concentrate on his hand, twisting the rings on his long elegant fingers.

"You'll have to spell it out for me, Princess. Because I haven't got a fucking clue about what's happening right now. Are you just fooling around? Do you want me to make you cum? Make out with you? Go down on you? I'm totally open to all those things." He dips his head down, trying to get you to meet his eyes. "Do you want me to marry you? Have your babies?" That gets you to smile and meet his eyes. "Tell me, sweetheart." His free hand caresses your cheek with the back of his knuckles.

"I think I want…I want you to fuck me, Eddie." There is a throbbing between your legs, and your heart pounds out of your chest. Something dark passes over his face. His eyes go almost black. He doesn't say anything, and you start to pull back. "Just give me a minute. I'm so fucking turned on I can't see straight."

The outline of his hard dick is visible under his tight jeans. He stops your fingers from wandering up his thigh by bringing the back of your hand to his mouth and kissing it sweetly.

"I want to see you. Take your shirt off. Now." He's daring you, and his demanding tone has wetness pooling in your underwear. Eager to comply, you strip off your shirt and discard it on the floor. Your new wardrobe included nice lingerie, matching sets of lace, and silk. Knowing you had something a little sophisticated underneath, no matter what you wore over it, made you feel self-assured. The sheer lavender set you put on that morning matched your fuzzy socks. Your sensitive nipples are completely visible under the ultra-fine filmy fabric of your bra. In a big show, you raise your arms over your head, shaking your long hair behind your shoulders. His eyes are wide, and his adam's apple bobs in his throat.

"Stand up and face away from me." You do as you're told.

"When did you get so bossy, Eddie?" you tease.

"Don't push me right now, Princess, or you're going to end on your knees with my cock in that smart mouth." His words have a shiver running through you. "Promise?" You ask, looking over your shoulder. His face is tense, like he's waiting for you to refuse. "Take off your jeans." Your fingers open the button and work them down slowly, sticking your ass out as you push them down your legs. You are absolutely drunk on the power of his wanting. He groans like he can't wait anymore. He leans forward and presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the flesh on your ass that's not covered by your panties. A soft moan escapes your lips, and he starts nipping at you. His hands unclasp your bra, and you let it slide off your shoulders. He pulls down your panties, and you step out of them, leaving you completely bare in front of him. He grabs your hand and pulls you back down to the bed. It feels like he's everywhere at once, his tongue exploring your mouth, his finger rolling your nipples and pressing into your skin as they drag up your thighs. The sounds you make don't even sound like you. He's making you so needy you're dripping onto his sheets. "Shit Eddie, No one has ever made me feel like this." He pauses and moves his body over you. The cold metal on his belt bites into the skin across your hips.

"Oh yeah? Not even King Dickhead?"

Huffing back on the bed, you cover your face with your hands. "You really want to talk about him right now?" Steve is somehow ruining this for you. He's like a bad penny you can't get rid of.

"Fuck, you're right. I'm sorry I'm fucking this all up." He presses his face into the mattress and groans. "It's okay," you tell him, your hands rubbing up and down his back. He looks into your eyes. "You're so fucking sexy right now. I can't believe this is happening, that you're naked and under me." His tone gets softer. "I've wanted you like this for so long."

"Me too." You admit shyly, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I want to be with you. Please."

His eyes are soft, and he caresses your face. He runs a single finger between the valley of your breasts and moves it lower between your legs but not where you want it.

"Do you ever touch yourself?" He asks. You nod your head and whimper. "I fucking dream about that. I want to know how you do it? Do you touch yourself here?" He runs his finger slowly through your slick folds and circles your clit. "Or like this?" He dips inside you but not very deep. "Do you ever think about me? Do you ever come saying my name?" He starts strumming your clit with his thumb while leaving the other finger teasing your entrance.

"Yes, Eddie. I think about you all the time. Please. I need this." Squirming beneath him, you try to get him deeper, fucking yourself with his fingers.

"I know, Sweetheart. I'm gonna take such good care of you." He thrusts his finger inside you and captures your breast with his mouth sucking in as much as possible. Torturing your nipple with his tongue. He bites down on it gently, and it pushes you over the edge. Tremors wrack your body as you come and come. His thumb doesn't stop; you have to move his hand away when it gets too much. Curling onto your side, your body shakes through the aftershocks. He brushes the hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. "You are so beautiful when you fall apart. I knew you would be." He stands and takes off his shirt. His chest is smooth, and his muscles flex as he undoes his belt and pops the button of his jeans. Your eyes zero in on the line of hair that runs from his belly button into his boxers. You'd catch glimpses of it when he raised his arms, stretching at the lunch table or around the trailer. And you found it so sexy. Pulling him closer by his belt loops, your tongue traces down its path while you lower his zipper and slide down his pants.

The head of his cock is poking up through his boxers, drops of cum beading at the tip. His salty flavor coats your tongue when you give it a single lick. His hands close around your biceps and push you back on the bed. Caging you in with his arms. "Don't start things you're not going to finish." He warns, retaking your mouth. His kisses drive you back into a wanton mass of need despite just coming. Grinding your hips against him, you push his boxers down, and his long cock nestles right against you. Your hips move frantically, sliding his dick through your wetness. The sound of your moans fills the room.

"Please just fuck me, Eddie. You can do anything you want to me. Just make me come again." A blush paints your cheeks red, you're embarrassed by what you're saying, but he's reveling in it. He fucks his head against your clit, driving you crazy.

"I don't know, Princess. That's a hell of an offer, but I can't tell if this pussy wants me bad enough yet. I'm going to have to taste it to know for sure." Just the idea of his mouth on you has you shaking. His hands roughly spread your legs wider, and he nips his way down your body. He handles you like your body was made for him to take. He parts you with his fingers and licks a stripe from your ass to your clit.

"Fuck. I'm going to die a happy man someday, remembering the taste of this cunt." A gasp passes over your lips and your entrance pulses with his words, more slick dripping out. "Do you like my mouth, Sweetheart? Do you like the things I'm saying? Your cunt sure seems to. Wanna see what else it can do?" He penetrates you with his tongue moving it in and out of you, making you utterly wild. He holds your hips in place because you're a writhing mess. His hips ride the sheets while you moan and cry and curse, he goes back to strumming your clit with his fingers, and you scream his name, pulsing around his tongue. Pleasure edges into pain as you try squirming away, but he holds you down and continues fucking you with his tongue.

A second orgasm rips through you. It's so intense the rest of your body shuts down as it passes through you, your vision tunnels, and your ears ring. You want to cry or scream, but no sound escapes as your body shakes so hard it bucks him out of you. Wrung out, your eyes stay closed as he moves up your body, your arms and mouth searching for him. He licks lazily into your mouth, and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

"Christ, that was so hot. You get so wet when you come. That second time you gushed on my tongue." He says, still kissing your mouth. Returning his kiss, you tilt your hips, so the head of his cock is lined up with your wet entrance. After all that, you still want to know what he'll feel like inside you. "Again, Sweetheart? You look fucked out."

"I want this with you, Eddie. I want you to be my first."

He looks at you with soft eyes. "I'm honored, Princess. Truly but we don't have to do anything more."

"Don't you want me?"

"More than anything," he says, using a softer tone.

You push his curls back away from his face. "I don't love you," you tell him, although you're not entirely sure that's true. There's something there. It's profound, and it's intimate. You trust him with every part of you. He smiles at you, those eyes stripping you bare. "I don't love you either. But I care about you, and I won't hurt you. Is that enough?"

"It's more than enough. You're always enough for me." You kiss deeply, and he slowly pushes himself inside you. The stretch is new. There's a slight pinch and burn. Wincing, you break the kiss, turning your head away from him and squeezing your eyes closed.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He presses soft kisses over your eyelids and cheeks. "I can stop."

"No. I'm okay." Your muscles are starting to relax around him. "Just give me another second."

"You feel so goddamn good. Fuck, you're so tight. You're perfect." He's having trouble keeping still. His hips are rock with the tiniest of movements. You open your eyes to study his face. He's at war with himself, fighting the urge to move, but he's being so careful with you. This is why you wanted it to be with him. A warmth spreads in your chest, knowing you made the right choice. He sucks in a breath when you roll your hips. "I'm ready."

"Yeah?" He asks, smiling down at you. His hips rock a little more.

"Yeah." You share kiss after kiss as his strokes become steady and sure.

"I'm not going to last. I'm sorry. You feel too good."

"It's okay. I want you to come." With your feet flat on the bed, you raise your hips to meet him.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." The muscles in his neck strain, and warm spurts of cum shoot into you. He drops his weight on you, and you run your hands through his hair, holding him close. He sloppily mouthes your neck as he comes down from his high. His eyes widen and he panics. "Shit, Princess, I just came inside you. I forgot to pull out." You widen your eyes but can't keep it up for more than a few seconds. "I'm on the pill. My mom made me start taking it when I wanted to buy anything other than cotton underwear."

"Jesus H. Christ. I thought I was going to have to marry you." He pulls out of you slowly. "Getting stuck with the Munson name would have knocked your crown off for sure."

"Stop. I could only be so lucky." He gives you a tight smile and strokes your cheek. He gets up and leaves the room. The water runs in the bathroom, and you hear him bumping around the kitchen. He returns with a glass of water, two Tylenol, and a warm wet towel. "You're probably going to be sore tomorrow," He says, giving you the pills and the water. "I'm going to clean you up. I'll be gentle." You nod and spread your legs for him. He stares for more than a few moments, and you start to close your legs, embarrassed by his scrutiny. He gently stops you with a hand on your thigh. "I wish I could take a picture. Your pussy is completely wrecked." He starts running the towel through your folds. You cover your face. "You're sick, Eddie."

"Yes. Yes, I am. But you had three orgasms. Who did that to you again? I don't recall." Giggling, you bite his shoulder. "Can you stay over tonight?' He asks when he's finished.

"Yeah, My mom thinks I'm at Tina's anyway."

"Good. I want more time with you naked." He moves behind you to spoon, tucking the blankets over you both.

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