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Lake Placid ID Int'l Seniors 2022:

Lorraine McNamara/Anton Spirodinov 🥇 (WISA): RD George Michael Careless Whisper; Ile Axe, Batucada

FD Rain in Your Black Eyes

Felt like they were inspired by Green Parsons FD from last year to do something in that vein, but less modern dance. I saw her compete in Lake Placid 2019 with her former partner and liked that she had a quirky vibe that didn't feel like anyone else. Last year felt like major growing pains for a new partnership, so it was good to see them do well here. He had a twizzle error in the FD, and I think there was one in the RD as well. They put a Latin beat underneath Careless Whisper in the RD but it still felt a bit disjointed with the other piece

Eva Pate/Logan Bye 🥈 (Novi) : RD: Barbatuques, Beautiful; Jamie Foxx, Fly Love; Real in Rio

FD Riverdance, Reel Around the Sun

Igor so often gives his teams music which was used kind of indelibly by another team- the last number of this RD is Lajoie/Lagha's bird FD from last year

The FD is a crowdpleaser, a good vehicle for them - they don't yet have the independence between their feet and that quiet upper body that Irish step dancing has but looking forward to seeing how this evolves in style and precision as the season goes on

Katarina Wolfkostin/Jeffrey Chen 🥉(MIDA): RD: Watazu, Samba Lagoa; Juls, Summer in the Ends

FD Florence + the Machine, Light of Love, Dog Days are Over

They won the RD, but judge #4 from Australia had it out for them- Judge #1 gave them 8.25 for Composition, but Judge #4 gave them 6.25. She scored them a good point lower than any other judge in every category. How does this work, does Charlie or one of the people there from USFS go raise a stink? Because Judge #4's scores were more in line with the rest of the panel for the FD. Side note that Charlie seems so happy- he was laughing at the boards a lot and was upbeat every time I saw him

Emily Bratti/Ian Somerville (MIDA): RD: Club Des Belugas, Gadda Rio; Millaway, Butterfly; Club Des Belugas, Hiphip Chinchin

FD LaLa Land: Another Day of Sun, A Lovely Night, Someone in the Crowd

This FD music felt like a smart choice, light and bright and a good fit for them. parking was a nightmare the first day, and he gave me his parking spot and was nice about it lol he looked familiar but didn't recognize him until the RD (hiphip chin chin!)

Haley Sales/Nikolas Wamsteeker (IAM.O): RD: Pink Martini, Quizas, Quizas, Quizas; Pink Martini, Ohayoo Ohio

FD Phantom of the Opera, Josh Groban/Kelly Clarkson All I Ask of You, and soundtrack

I know Phantom's a warhorse, but it's so good to see them skating to something big that builds and has impact. Felt like this will help them in their fight to move up in Canada. They don't lack intensity, but sometimes their music choices feel too low key. Like their RD music felt puzzlingly flat, and like Billie Eilish last year, was harder to pull off because it doesn't give them enough energy - it's kind of sultry and sophisticated in the sound, but it didn't pop in the rink, which is a shame, because the RD has some striking elements, like the lift. maybe it will grow through the season, but bigger music helps them

Mariia Nosovitskaya/Michael Nosovitsky: FD Edith Piaf: La Vie en Rose, Padam Padam, Milord

Lily Hensen/Nathan Lickers (IAM.O): RD: Afro Cuban All Stars, Amor Verdadero; Bueno Vista Social Club, Chan Chan; El Rubio Loco, Salsaton

FD Hozier, Work Song and Movement

The song the fandom speculated VM would skate to in RTR, here it is😭

Elysia-Marie Campbell/Liam Fawcett: RD: Karol G, Punto G; Chanel, SloMo (Eurovision Dancebreak Edit)

FD Sleeping Beauty

love a classical program - there weren't that many in the competitions

Samantha Ritter/Daniel Brykalov (IAM.O): RD: Santana, Black Magic Woman; Santana, El Farol; Santana feat. Mana, Corazon Espinado

FD Harry Styles, She

They're both tall and long limbed - was wondering if Madi Hubbell might be very helpful to them since she and Zach are a tall team as well

Jenna Hertenstein/Damian Binkowski (WISA): RD: Shakira, Chantaje; DJ Luc14no Antileo, Reggaeton Old School; Lecenzo, Danza Kuduro

FD Artem Uzunov, Unio Mystica; Brandon Fiechter, Sands of Arabia; Yasal Akpence, Last Harem

#figure skating #lake placid id int'l 2022 #scott giving lily/nathan a movement program

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years

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I've been struggling with sending you a feedback for chapter 3 and 4 for three reasons :

1. The confusion of changing dynamics and feelings has me reeling and i want to slow down (not the plot but my beating heart) before I form an opinion because it's easy to fawn over the closeness of our lead couple but there are too many variables attached.

2. I feel the guilt for Seri, I feel terrible for her.. Her boyfriend is one wide shouldered red flag who's had his reasons but they are ambiguous ones and even he can't figure out the reason for his secrecy. Also the fact that he hasn't thought about Seri or pined over her absence is another red flag. Calling it a red flag makes me guilty bcz this is Jin and we know what the plot is about but i just.. My inner female is growling and disapproving of this behavior

3. The third reason is quite stupid I just had a terribly hectic week and each time I tried to read the chapter or send you an ask i ended up passing out due to sheer exhaustion with the phone falling flat on my face and that's also why I've had a delayed response because I needed to read 3 and 4 several times together and note their flow with each other.

4. What I loved was:

a) the very domestic vibe they carried withe ach other. Its quite wholesome to see them interact and comfort each other as if it's a daily occurrence.

b) the skinship keeps increasing and it's borderline flirting. The sexual tension is building up very slowly and that's the charm of it. I enjoyed the second kiss in the 4th chapter because it stemmed from real feeling and curiousity I feel?

c) everyone including Taehyung is just rooting for them🥴 us included 😂 Sorry Seri😢

d) I love the soft pillow talk (wrong in this context but you know what I mean) the soft touches, caressing the cheeks, cupping them,the compliments were overflowing, the sunblock moment. Those soft secret and otherwise smiles Jin gives her at all times make for some very pleasant dreamy moments and makes the chapters so worthwhile to read.

5. Jin isn't a bad guy here but I think he's unfair, he's stringing Seri along. Even when he talks about her he feels relief that she's not fussy. She's just a side chick at the moment who he sees as he pleases. Idk relationships are complicated.. 😭 And im struggling to form an opinion on this part and just waiting to ride this one out.. But as the lead couple gets closer to each other, so does the guilt settle more and more in his heart.

6. This is an unpopular opinion and i may be hated for this but jin seems very fickle minded - his emotions keep swaying, he had a type in which Seri fit, OC is different so she's refreshing.. He is glad to spend all this time with OC and didn't even think about Seri.. I know these are turning points but I'm trying to find a ground for forming an opinion and currently my brain is overwhelmed with the possibilities that their relationship triangle will take..

I'm sorry for the late one i felt so guilty for not being prompt because that's how I show my love to amazing people like you 💕 hope you had a wonderful week and looking forward to chapter 5 and hoping it untangles some threads in my head 😂

Ahhh I always live for your asks no matter when you send them! I'm just thankful you're one (of several hehe) who even reads this story so thank you 🥰🥰

Ah, yes, the complication of all this. I think it's the first time I've written something that's not too straightforward or easy to judge in terms of relationship... and it will be like that for a litte while 🫣

My inner female is growling at Jin, too! But we'll get Seri's part a few chapters from now, and we'll get to understand her thinking, too, and why she held on as long as she did. While I was writing this, my best friend's words of "he makes me feel safe, and that's all that mattered," kept ringing in my head; she said that about her boyfriend who didn't have a good track record in terms of fidelity (I'm not defending it!) but that whole conversation made me think deeply about the values we prioritize over others, of what safety means, and the things we choose to overlook over something that matters more to us, given our respective pasts.

Pls never apologize for this! It's been a tough few weeks for me, too, but pls make sure you get proper rest. Love that you make time for this still huhu 🥹

Everything you said! In their own little world, things are indeed dreamy and giddy, and they find that peace in each other bc they're the ones put in this position, and I wanted to highlight that as well.

Jin is being unfair, but also not entirely a bad guy, and I wrote him as such! There are variables and human emotions and complications of relationships that I wanted to string in here and hopefully, the readers get to understand what I meant to portray at the end of it.

And no worries at all! Again, I wrote him as such. I've read a few boss Jin fics where he's very powerful and dominant. He still is in this story, in terms of how he handles his work, but given his own relationship experience and upbringing, he is the way he is - indecisive, fickle-minded. And I wanted to highlight that side of his character, too.

Thank you so much again! Not sure about chapter 5 entangling some threads for u hehehe but I hope you enjoy it! 💕💕

#mimianswers #re:tlods

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tojisun · 6 months

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toxic biker! simon is so illicit affairs coded 😔✋🏼 (the taylor swift song)

oh but the way i screamed because YEA!!

i wanted to add more depth to their relationship bc surely the reader isnt holding onto him just bc hes good looking… so, uh, it kinda turned out long (2.4k words) again :’>

!! smut - minors dni; age gap; not a happy ending fr; the bike disappeared i fear 😭 // biker!simon mlist

you get the call in the middle of your date, your phone ringing from the inside of your bag.

your date, johan from your poli-sci class, pauses from his ramblings, his voice trailing off as the comfortable buzz between the two of you is broken by the familiar ringtone of your phone.

you shoot him an apologetic gaze and he just shakes his head with a gentle chuckle, understanding shining from his eyes before he turns to his drink – lemon snaps, of all things – to give you privacy. you fumble for your blaring phone, your brows furrowed in displeasure as you fish it out, only to feel something akin to a cold shower dousing you as you see the name.

you freeze, steady hands beginning to tremble as you continue to stare at the caller ID: si <3

“…won’t you answer that?” johan asks, ripping you from the startling silence of your thoughts.

“huh?” you say unintelligibly, your mind still reeling over, before you blink the haze away and focus on johan, seeing his pretty eyes watching you with worry.

oh, johan.

“yeah, uh, no, actually. it’s no one important, really.”

the stammer of your speech clearly didn’t slip from his notice but johan doesn’t probe, noting the sudden discomfort lining your body, and nods distractedly.

the ringing of your phone stops, finally, and you feel a whole lot lighter at simon’s absence. you place your phone on the table, turned over so that it’s facing down, still, johan’s eyes flick to it, teeth nibbling his bottom lip.

your fingers twitch, ready to pluck it out and stuff it back in your clutch, but it blares again, ringing and vibrating. johan shoots you a pointed look and you smile, pinched lips, before finally answering the call.

“can’t talk right now-”

“y’look good in that dress, baby.”

simon’s words make you breathe in sharply, the simmering dread snuffed out as your heart lodges itself in your throat, taking its rightful space every time simon calls you; every time simon comes looking for you – a pretence of his loyalty, one that pushes you to make a fool out of yourself. your chest feels airy, bubbling with desire and confusion, your stomach flipping, and you wonder if johan can see the change in your aura. if he can see the way your eyes gloss over because of simon.

then, simon’s words sink in.

“what?”

simon laughs from the other end. “yeah,” he says. “walked into the restaurant with a date but i had to ditch her because, well, look at you, sweetheart. who needs her when i have someone here who likes me better? who knows me better?”

you lifted your head up and straightened your back in hopes of finding him past the throngs of people; your eyes jump between customers, skirting past walkways and shadowed corners, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

another tease. another moment where he’s lifted your hopes up for nothing.

“i can’t do this right now,” you mumble as you sag back down into your seat, turning your head away from johan’s worried eyes.

simon hums, the sound falling flat, and your fingers twitch at the quiet disappointment tinging his voice.

“‘course you can, darling. y’r a big girl – surely you can manage a phone call, yeah?”

“i’m busy, si,” you reply, flicking your up eyes at johan, startling when you see him looking back at you already. johan continues to watch you with worry and you shake your head at him lightly, hoping he won’t probe after this impossible phone call.

(you know you won’t stay long enough for a conversation after this.)

“can’t you ditch ‘im for me, baby?”

that rips out a muted gasp from your lips, the sound tumbling into the table and piercing through the static within the line of the call. you hear the change in simon’s voice, the pathetic whispers turning into elated rumblings because he already knows that you will. he knows that you really can’t deny him of anything.

but you’re moving too slow for his liking so he adds, “i missed you.”

“oh,” you say because what else is there to say? “…okay.”

“s’my good girl,” simon purrs. “i’ll wait for you from across the street by the coffeehouse, yeah? see you soon, love.”

the call drops, a sharp click ringing, before silence.

your heart is hammering in your chest, thudding against the creaking of your ribs, and you look at johan as your hand falls to the table.

“johan, i-” the words feel like knives as they edge up into your throat. johan stays silent, patiently waiting for the inevitable end. “i have to go, i’m sorry.”

he nods and attempts a kind smile. it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “i see.”

“i’ll pay for the tab-”

“don’t worry,” he replies, reaching out a hand to place it on top of your loosely-closed fist, his palm gently striking the back of your phone. “i got it.”

you nod softly, not knowing what else to say. he watches as you pack your phone into your bag and slip your coat on before sliding out of the booth.

you lick your lips, noting how dry it is, before murmuring, “i had fun today.”

johan laughs, the sound so empty of humour. then, just as quietly, he says, “me too.” he stares at you for a second longer. “see you on monday?”

you nod. “see you.”

you turn and walk out of the restaurant, johan’s sad eyes fading from your mind as the cool air hits your face, reminding you why you’re leaving the cozy restaurant in the first place.

you melt into your coat, hunching your shoulders in a futile attempt at coaxing more warmth to engulf you, before making your way towards crosswalk. you try to keep the excitement at bay as you stroll along the shops, packed with customers who are hoping to escape the cool air, but how could you ever contain yourself?

it’s simon.

(you think of his name as though it is a prayer – a plea – dripping with reverence and weight. laughable, isn’t it? how you think simon may love you back?)

you see him standing outside of the coffeehouse, waiting, and the elation – the one that filled you up until it threatened to spit your heart out – fades into a stuttering silence. because he’s waiting outside. and you already know what he wants.

“baby,” is all he says before closing the distance between the two of you, his hand coming up to swipe at your hair and cup your cheek, his thumbs sliding just underneath your eyes. you feel him wipe some of your makeup off but he continues to just look at you with those crinkled eyes and that little smile and you wonder, gods you never stop wondering, if maybe he wants you for something else.

something that isn’t temporary.

“hey,” you murmur back, ducking your eyes down as the intensity of his attention reduces you back into a state of fumbling and shyness.

simon chuckles, a sound so adoring it almost fooled you.

“wanna take this somewhere else?” he asks even though the two of you already know the answer.

you give him a short nod, your eyes still trained to your shoes, and you hear, more than see, the way he bends down before feeling his lips press on the top of your head.

your eyes flutter close as the emotions spill over because, surely, this means something to him too?

———

warm palms tear off your tights, the echoing rips making you hiccup. you fist at the sheets, watching as simon fixes himself between your legs, chapped lips trailing hot kisses along the inside of your thighs.

he flicks his eyes up at you and they crinkle, full of mirth, and you don’t even have to see his lips to know he is smirking.

“beautiful,” simon whispers, his voice packed with affection that it tickles the core of your heart and spreads through your veins like fire. he huffs a fond laugh, nosing along the pudge of your muscle. “beautiful and mine.”

you nod with a quiet ragged gasp and simon coos at your response. “‘s right,” he says. “all mine.”

the way he drags your panties off is teasingly slow but simon looks far gone, existing in a bubble of drawing out the moment until you are splintering from the pleasure – you know how he does it, you remember it well after all. still, you let out a whine, hoping that it’d tug at his heartstrings and make him move faster.

it doesn’t. simon just lets out a pleased chuckle. “shh, baby. i’ve got you.”

you trust him with your pleasure, gods you even foolishly trust him with your heart, so you nod, letting go of the sheets to brush at the beautiful strands of his hair, making him purr.

“feels good?” you ask, wincing at hearing the croak of your voice.

simon hums, the sound pressed on your skin, his eyes slipping shut for a moment.

you wish he could be just as vulnerable in front of you without having the need to fuck you, but simon has fully removed your panties from your heat, sliding them off your legs, before chucking them behind him.

you hiss at the touch of cool air against your pussy, your muscles jolting at the new feeling. simon shushes you gently again, careful as he climbs up higher, folding your legs over your chest, until all that you are is exposed to him.

“si…” you say, breath hitching at the smile he shoots at you – it is all so kind, so boyishly charming, and you feel pinpricks building in the back of your eyes, your heart squeezing with the intensity of your feelings.

“i’ve got you,” he repeats. a promise, one that is only fulfilled tonight, but simon gazes at you as though he means it. “i always will, sweetheart.”

the first kiss is soft, brushing his lips against your own. no rush, no heat, just breaths being passed to each other, like you two only exist in this moment. and it is here that the tears fall, trickling from the corners of your eyes and staining your cheeks.

you rasp a hitching breath, one that simon returns, and the kiss turns into a fervid tangle, nipping teeth and claiming lips twining until you don’t know where you end and where he begins.

he holds your hands when he finally slides his cock into you, slow thrusts pushing more and more of him until his pelvis is flushed against yours. you mewl and whimper, feeling light headed from the fullness in your heat, every length of his cock pressing against the warm walls of your pussy.

simon dives down to kiss you, swallowing your gasps and moans and exchanging them with his own. you twitch and mewl, your back lifting off of the bed, and simon’s there to catch them all. tenderly caressing you, making love to you.

“si! si!” you cry, not knowing what else to say. not knowing how else to tell him of your pleasure. of your love.

“my love, my baby, all mine,” simon responds, pressing his grunts on your collarbone, muffling himself. his teeth leave marks on your skin, claiming you for himself again.

like you could ever be someone else’s.

his hand toys with your clit, rubbing and pinching, while the other keeps holding onto your own – warm palm against warm palm, thick fingers locked with bony ones.

he is so clingy. so greedy. always touching a sliver of your skin, desperately rutting his cock into you, licking a hungry stripe on your tits before sucking on your nipples all needy.

it’s too intense – his love making. his love.

“simon, i-!” you squeal, heels digging into the sheets. “i- i love-!”

your pleasure builds, tipping, before spilling over into a euphoric razing. your eyes roll into the back of your head, your lips parting for a silent scream, and simon moans at feeling your walls spasm around his cock.

good. so good!

(but what you wanted to say was—…)

simon cums in you, hot splashes making you squeak, your muscles tensing at the overstimulation. simon kisses apologies on your skin, nuzzling his nose along your throat.

he lifts his head up and bumps his forehead on yours. “so good to me, baby. so fuckin’ good to me.”

“simon, i-”

“shh,” he murmurs, pressing his lips on yours. you know this one isn’t a kiss, or not one anymore. “i know.”

oh.

“oh,” you repeat out loud, looking straight at him, blurry vision be damned.

simon wraps you in his arms as though it is a good alternative to hearing the words you wish he would say. you bury your face on his chest, and the two of you pretend that you have stopped crying.

———

simon doesn’t drop you off.

his love ended the moment he came in you. sure you two bathed together, and he helped you out with the body soap, and he tied your shoes for you – kissing your bare thigh as an apology for your ruined tights – but that was it.

no love. no truth behind the softness.

“bye, simon,” you mumble, your fist loose around the door handle. a part of you hopes he’ll call your name and plead for you to stay. plead for you to just exist in this hotel room with him. no pretences, no labels.

just you and simon.

but simon just leans on the wall and smiles at you, detached and distant once again.

“bye, kid,” he says.

not baby. not sweetheart. not darling or love or his sweet girl.

just, ‘kid’.

you turn around and pull the door open, stepping into the empty hallway. the door swings behind you silently, before thudding against the door frame, and clicking as it automatically locks.

and just like that, it’s over.

another waiting game. another foolish mistake.

you bite your bottom lip to stop the tears before marching away from the door, hoping that the sounds of your shoes against the worn out carpet echo in the room that you are leaving, and that it haunts simon too.

———

(he is invited over to your home for your parent’s dinner party in the following week. curled by his side is a beautiful girl, one who isn’t any older than you are.

johan holds your hand as you introduce him to your parents as your date.

you ignore simon’s piercing eyes as you and johan leave for a separate date, somewhere that simon wouldn’t be able to reach this time.)

oh but i enjoyed wring this one too much

#suns.f #dbf!simon #<- is it still? we dunno tbh #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley #anon #ask #suns

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