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bby-deerling · 5 months

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i'm sorry, women (platonic sanji & zoro's partner!reader)

yes this is based on that scene from diary of a wimpy kid, no i'm not sorry. part of my lil' zoro x reader cinematic universe, but as always can be read as a standalone

suggestive, 18+, mdni, wc: 1.1k masterlist

It was a beautiful morning, bright blue sky untouched by clouds and sun high in the air—a perfect day, in your eyes, for you and Zoro to take care of some laundry. You take care of your own garments first, scrubbing them thoroughly in the soapy water before rinsing them and carefully hanging them up on the clothesline. Feeling footsteps approaching, you tilt your head upwards to be met with a familiar blonde mop of hair.

“Hey, Sanji! Thanks for the extra bacon at breakfast!” you chirp as you start on Zoro’s clothes pile, dunking a pair of his sweatpants under the layer of suds.

“Always my pleasure, sunshine.” he says, carefully blowing his cigarette smoke out of one side of his mouth to avoid directing it towards you or your freshly hung clothes. You pull Zoro’s pants out of the washing tub and rinse them off, but pause when you notice the frown on the cook’s face.

“What’s up, blondie?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him and tilting your head.

“Nothing. It’s just that you’re too good to be doing a man’s laundry for him.” he says, motioning to the pair of sopping wet pants in your hands.

You let out a sigh, setting them down and crossing your arms. “He’s going to help me soon; he’s just finishing up his workout.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to sit here and watch you wait around for him all day until those bubbles are all popped.” he says, the look in his eye dancing somewhere between disappointment and pity.

“Quit worrying so much about what I’m doing—he promised to help me, and he will.” you snap back, picking the pair of pants back up and wringing them out before hanging them up on the clothesline.

You expect him to leave you be to get started on preparations for lunch, but Sanji simply stares you down with an incredulous look in his eyes until you grumble and make your way towards the Observation Tower to go collect Zoro.

Poking your head out of the trap door in the floor, you take a moment to soak in the delicious sight of a shirtless Zoro training his back before speaking up.

“I’m ready for your help with the laundry, no rush though!” you say with a smile. Despite Sanji’s scathing disapproval, you really didn’t mind picking up a chore for Zoro here or there; what you were really after was spending time with him, whether it was finishing the laundry together out on the deck or keeping him company while he trained.

He lets out a grunt as he lets his weight fall to the floor. “Lost track of time. I’m almost finished up here, I’ll be right down, promise.” he says, stretching his arms above his head and rolling his shoulders.

“Mind if I stay and watch?” you ask, propping your head up with your elbows and staring up at him with eager eyes. He grins back at you, running his hand through his hair and wiping his sweat away with the towel around his neck.

“As much as I’d love that, I actually need you to do something for me.” he says. “I’ve got a couple shirts in my dresser that I forgot to put in the dirty pile, you’ll know which ones. Mind getting them for me?”

“Sure thing!” you say as you nod, knowing exactly which clean-up shirts he was talking about, and making a mental note to also wash all the shirts that had come into contact with them. Descending the ladder and making a bee-line towards the men’s quarters, you hum one of your favorite tunes under your breath as you pull open Zoro’s dresser drawer, only for your jaw to drop and mind to go blank as your eyes drifted to Sanji’s bed.

Sanji’s sheets were absolutely littered with dirty magazines, naked women on the covers performing acts ranging anywhere from femdom to being tied up in bondage. Grabbing Zoro’s shirts, you intend to bring them outside and add them to the pile of clothes to wash, but you find yourself frozen and slack-jawed at the sheer brazenness of him keeping this in a shared place—a place where poor Chopper could potentially see them and be scarred for life.

“Forgot about those. Stupid pervert can’t even bother hide them well.” Zoro says as he enters the room and notices your shock, annoyed at Sanji’s inability to be normal towards women, or discreet about his more devious tastes.

Lost in thought and still frozen, you take a moment to process the situation before a wicked grin spreads across your face.

“I’m gonna mess with him.” you say decisively, grabbing one of Sanji’s ties and using it as a barrier to pick up one of the more filthy shibari magazines and taking it out to the deck. Zoro follows close behind you, a devious smirk pulling at his lips.

“Get out here blondie!” you shout, still red in the face from witnessing the sheer obscenity of the cook's taste in X-rated material. As you wait for him to shuffle out of the kitchen, you take another quick glance at the cover of the magazine and cringe.

“You called? Did you want something to snack on—” he starts, before turning pale as a ghost when you hold the magazine in his face.

“Found this when grabbing some of Zoro’s shirts. Why am I not surprised that the so-called gentleman has all this dehumanizing filth spread on his bed for anyone to see?”

“It’s a high art form, dear.” he says, a visible bead of sweat running down his face as Robin giggles behind her hand, enjoying the show from her reclining chair.

“You can call it whatever you want, cook, but it looks like porn to me, and hardcore at that.” she says, amused.

Sanji’s cigarette snaps in half between his teeth, turning back towards you. “Men have certain urges, sunshine.” he says defensively, trying in vain to pull some smoke through the severed cigarette, eyes turning towards Zoro, implying he would understand what he was trying to say.

Zoro lets out a deep chuckle, greatly enjoying the torture session unfolding before him. “Don’t look at me like that, pervert. You know you’re not getting any help from me.”

“Do you have anything you want to say to women for having owned this type of magazine?” you say, not willing to let him go just yet.

“I’m sorry, women…” he mumbles, face pink and head hanging low as he stared at the ground.

Satisfied, you take the magazine into the kitchen and toss it in the trash can before returning to the wash tub to finish the laundry.

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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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Australian!yn would be laughing her ass off at the shoey, like cackling and the camera zooms in on her and the crowd is going crazy

shoey on tour

as usual i feel like this sucks but i hope you like it, ilysm

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“How are we feeling in here tonight Perth?” Harry said into the mic, looking out at the crowd cheering and screaming for him, “It’s been about 5 years almost since I last performed in Australia, however, I’ve been deeply connected to this country thanks to that tiny lady over there, in the VIP box.”

Harry pointed out to you and the nerves instantly hit you, despite being with him for almost 3 years, you still weren’t used to the spotlight and the attention.

“YN, my girlfriend, she’s an Aussie just like you all! Isn’t that fantastic?”

You couldn’t help but smile wide at this, you absolutely loved the way Harry cared so much about your country and culture since you started dating.

“She has told me about some… peculiar traditions you guys do over here, like drinking out of a shoe.” Harry said and the audience went wild along with you, you knew his fans had been trying to get him to do a shoey since the last time he performed in the country and you insisted that he needed to finally do it.

“This is one of the most disgusting traditions I’ve ever heard of,” he paused to shake his head, “Fuck it,” and he proceeded to take his shoe off, making the entire audience roar in cheers.

“Can you do a Shoey with water or is that against the rules? YN?” the camera zoomed into you, putting your face in the big screens across the stadium, you couldn’t help but laugh and yell your responde, “She says no! Okay let’s just get this over with.”

And next thing you knew, Harry was drinking out of his shoe and the entire stadium was erupting in screams.

“I feel like a different person…I feel ashamed of myself. It feels so personal! Such an intimate moment to be shared with so many people!” at this point your belly hurt from how much you were laughing, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh as well, “I’ll be discussing this with my therapist at length…at length! And YN, you’re a terrible girlfriend for making me do this!”

Even though you were aware of the cameras catching your every reaction, you rolled your eyes with affection and jokingly flipped him off, making him blow an obnoxious kiss your way.

“Now, who’s ready for more music?”

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eddies-house · 11 months

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So Here I Am, I’m Trying - E.M. (18+ ONLY)

Eddie x fem reader

5.5K Words

Eddie throws a few punches to defend your honor and gets caught up with the law in the process, causing you to be upset with him. He swears he would never end up like his dad however he now sees the parallels and is scared to lose you.

Warnings - physical fighting, a moment of sexual harassment, jail, PDA, smut, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, let me know if I missed any

A/N - this was literally supposed to just be smut so idk how this happened but these are my babies now 🥹 and I may want to create some lore around them, pls let me know what you think

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Eddie getting in a fight at The Hideout just after performing with Corroded Coffin because some creepy skeezy guy had been staring at you the whole time he was on stage. He’s all sweaty, curls damp while a cut up muscle tee adorns his torso and he’s wearing his signature ripped black jeans. Being super protective over you, you’ve always warned him against physical fights since it would only get him into further trouble and he’s always for the most part listened, usually leading you away with his arm around your waist and at the most giving whatever lowlife who was trying to talk you up a scowl. Not tonight.

Tonight, he’s watching from the stage as the band begins packing up, Gareth carrying an amp out to the back where the van is parked while the others gulp down some water. Some middle aged man with a greasy comb over and a disgusting smirk plastered on his face is eyeing you up and down, not even trying to hide it. He’s too close to you for Eddie’s comfort, only a barstool in between you. From across the room, time slows down as the prick has the audacity to reach over and cup your ass while still sitting at the bar. Your demeanor shifts to discomfort, wincing at the touch as a gasp escapes you—eyes bulging out of your head not knowing how to react, not knowing what to do.

Absolutely not.

Eddie is seeing red, there is no other thought in his mind other than the fact that he is going to without a doubt fuck this guy up. He’s sprinting across the bar and before you can even register it, his fist collides with the guy’s jaw and then he’s wailing on him, now on top of him on the floor, fists alternating as they make contact with the man’s face. “You think that shit’s okay?!” Knuckles pound into his nose. “Touching girls without their consent make you feel like a man?” Another blow to the cheek. “Doesn’t feel good does it!!” He screams in the man’s face, grabbing his collar before throwing another punch. You’re shouting for Eddie as he continues his assault. “Eddie, Eddie—Ed STOP!” He’s hearing none of it. And that’s when Hopper steps in, grabbing Eddie off the man and shoving him back though Eddie still attempts to lunge at the guy. “Munson!” Hopper addresses him sternly, brows knit together. “What did I tell you the last time this happened?” Hop asks, pointing a finger in Eddie’s face as if he were disciplining a dog. “Hop, this guy was being a fuckin’ creep, you can’t seriously put all the blame on me—“ “—I can when you’re the only one throwing punches.” Hopper interrupts. “M’ gonna have to take you in. You said it wouldn’t happen again yet here we are.” He says with regret in his tone, eyes showing the tiniest bit of sympathy. “You’ve gotta be shitting me, he was trying to feel up my girlfriend—I-I’m just supposed to let it happen?!” Eddie is fuming, if this were a cartoon steam would be coming out of his ears. “Kid, it still doesn’t make it right and now I have to take you in. My partner will deal with this guy for now but you gotta come with me.” Hop addresses Eddie like a disappointed father.

Within minutes Eddie is being escorted out of The Hideout in handcuffs, you following closely behind. “Eddie, why would you do this?! That guy wasn’t worth it! Do you feel like a man now that you let your testosterone dictate your actions?!” Now you’re fuming, seeing your boyfriend being taken away to jail for the night because of some perv was not in the cards. Yes, the guy was a total dirtbag but now Eddie is getting punished which wasn’t a win in your book. He looks at you before he’s forced into the cop car, a smirk on his face. “Baby, I’d do it a million times over. He deserved what he got and I’ll gladly sit in jail knowing his face is busted.” You scoff at this, now you’re aggravated. Taking a step toward him and getting in his face, your eyes remain on his, burning a hole. “You’ll gladly sit in jail and leave me at home worried sick about what could happen to you in there?! Eddie, you let him win!!” Your eyes are beginning to well up now. “That perv?? You let him get to you and now I have to go home alone and hope that you don’t get into any more fights!! Cause that’s what you like to do apparently!! You like to fuckin’ fight all in the name of being a man. A stupid. Fucking. Man.” You enunciate each word, getting closer and closer to his face. Emotions are running high after everything that just occurred and maybe Eddie is a little bit riled up which leads him even further into the hole he dug himself. He laughs but there’s no humor detected. “Like my old man, huh? Guess it’s better I get started sooner than later.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, in fact it’s entirely the opposite of happy. Looking up at the night sky, the stars noticeably brighter than other nights, your face displays pure annoyance with him. “You are not making this about your dad. You made the decision to punch someone and to keep going knowing that the cops already had you on their radar because of the last time. You made that decision and if you feel like that makes you more like your dad then that’s on you.” Your words are venom to him. “But you are not going to sit there and pretend that you’re a man just because you got a few punches in.” You finish with a sniffle, sucking back the tears that had gathered on your waterline.

His big brown eyes stare at you sadly as he’s pushed further into the car, the door closing while the blue and red lights flash around you. Hopper offers a sympathetic look, his face softening toward you. “You okay?” He asks. Biting your lip to keep from sobbing, you only nod. “I-uh-I’m gonna have someone escort you home. Unfortunately the law isn’t gonna let us do anything to the other guy since we can’t prove what happened. I’m real sorry, kiddo.” He explains, bringing a hand to your shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze. Just great, the sole reason why you and Eddie are now fighting is going to get off without any kind of punishment. “If it helps, I’ll keep an eye on Ed in there. You can come collect ‘m tomorrow morning.” He reassures you. “Thank you.” You whisper.

And with that, Hopper gets into the driver's seat, Eddie looking at you through the window, much like a kicked puppy. As the car starts to slowly drive away, he mouths an ‘I love you’ and you're left standing there trying to process all that just happened. Did I have to blow up on him? You question yourself momentarily. Now you can’t stop thinking of him sitting in a jail cell by himself all night, thinking he’s the exact incarnate of his father. You didn’t mean to be so harsh with him but at the same time, his starting fights were only going to further put him in a tough spot. He had to work ten times harder because of his reputation given to him by his father at a young age. Eddie never had it easy and all you can do is cry because all he’s ever wanted was to be loved, to be truly and unconditionally loved and yet the town hated him before he could even learn to speak up for himself, creating circumstances that no kid should ever have to grow up in. And now he was in jail most likely reflecting on everything that went wrong, thinking he might’ve lost you because he was mirroring his dad’s criminal record. Eddie had been arrested before when he was younger for stupid crimes like vandalism but was always let go within a few hours, never held overnight so he had time to let his thoughts fester. Although you were still mad at him for letting himself give into his rage, you were also a nervous wreck since he’d probably be beating himself up—thinking he was like his father and anytime those thoughts stuck around, he was a mess.

You were forced to worry throughout the night, laying there with the bed void of your dear Eddie. Sleep wasn’t going to come easily while you stared into the darkness of the room just wishing tonight never happened. The air conditioner whirred as you tossed and turned, silent tears escaping your eyes. Every time you were on the brink of a light sleep, the fact that Eddie was in a cell had you stirring awake. Like the universe could read your mind, the blaring ring of the phone filled the room, causing you to sit up in alarm at the sudden noise. You stare at the phone on the nightstand for a moment trying to register who would be calling although you have the slightest idea. Scooting to the edge of the bed, you pick it up and hear steady breathing on the other end as you answer. “Hello?” The phone on the other end shuffles around for a second before you hear him. “H-hey. It’s me.” And without a doubt you know that it’s your Eddie. “Hi, Ed.” You respond, still trying to keep your guard up because what he did was not okay but you oh so badly want to just melt and tell him how you haven’t been able to sleep at the thought of him being in there. Twisting the phone cord around your fingers anxiously, you hear him inhale before continuing. “I-um—I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. It was stupid, I was stupid and I let that jerk get to me.” You’re quiet, unable to formulate a response. “And uh—the thing I said about my dad earlier, I—I don’t know—I was just pissed. I’d never in a million years want to be like him.” He sounds choked up but he’s definitely holding it all back which confirms that he’d been comparing himself to his dad all night, it was his worst nightmare. “You’re not.” You state softly. Although Eddie is in the doghouse with you right now, you think it’s right to reassure him. “I—I-I’m gonna do better, I promise.” You catch a quick sniffle on his end. “Baby, please don’t leave me. I don’t know why I let this happen, but please don’t give up on me.” His voice sounds strained like he’s doing everything he can not to cry. “You’re my rock and I don’t—I don’t deserve you. But I want to be a better man…for you.” You can almost see him pinching the bridge of his nose while he stares up at the ceiling, the way he gets when he’s starting to get emotional but won’t let himself give in. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere.” You speak gently. “You’re already a good man, Ed. You have your moments but you are the most loving and kind man I have ever met. You are not him.” You remind him. “Fuck.” He whispers with another sniffle. “I’m just sorry. I never wanted to put you through this, fuckin’ talking to me while I sit in jail. And all because some fuckin’ prick wanted to get handsy with you and I couldn’t just take you and walk away.” You imagine the sorrow in his face, eyebrows scrunching in frustration and a frown on his pretty lips. “Eddie, we can’t change it now. We’ll do better tomorrow, okay?” You tell him. “I’ll do better. You didn’t do anything wrong, sweets. Other than have me as your boyfriend.” He talks down on himself. “Baby. Stop. I love you. Even if you get your ass thrown in jail, I love you because that’s what love is. Unconditional.” You explain, hoping he takes your words to heart. And he does. “I love you. You should probably get some sleep. Got a hot date in the morning.” He jokes. “I do.” You confirm with a smile. With hushed good nights, you place the phone back on the hook. Even from fucking jail Eddie could make you blush.

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The parking lot smells of cigarette smoke as a few police officers talk among themselves on their smoke break right outside the Hawkins Police Department. You mutter a ‘good morning’ as you approach the doors, one of the officers rushing to hold it open for you while you thank him. Checking in with the woman at the front desk, you explain that you’re here to pick up your boyfriend, Eddie Munson and she says she’ll let Hopper know. The station is quiet and there’s not a lot going on. Not a soul sits in the chairs placed in the lobby and the scent of shitty coffee surrounds the room.

Your ears pick up on two male voices coming down the hallway and you catch onto the very end of the conversation. “Don’t let it happen again, kid. That girl out there is a catch and the way she was looking at you last night while I took you in wasn’t just any look.” You recognize Hopper’s gruff voice. “Munson, I know your old man really fucked things up for you but for the love of god, don’t go fucking it up for yourself.” Your ears perk up at your boyfriend's last name. “Hop, I’m never comin’ back to this shit hole, trust me. I’m gonna go out there and marry that girl…start a farm or something, big happy family.” His tone is humorous but you can’t help the butterflies that flutter in your stomach at his words. Before you know it, Hopper and Eddie emerge from around the corner. Eddie’s hair is a wild mess, bangs sticking every which way and bags decorating his under eyes. His syrupy doe eyes gaze at you with nothing but love, you swore you could see them softening even more before you. “There she is.” He smiles in disbelief, almost as if you wouldn’t show up to come and get him. “And there he is. My hot date.” You say playfully. He’s blushing, a shy grin on his lips.

Once the appropriate paperwork was filled out and signed, Eddie was free to go and you were just happy it was over. As you both walk to the car, it’s almost like he’s afraid to touch you. You don’t blame him, the last time he saw you were seething but you’d gone fourteen full hours worrying about him and all you wanted was to kiss him now that he was at an arm's length. So you do. You grab the front of his shirt in your fist and bring him into you for a sensual and passionate kiss. Surprised at first, he stumbles back but catches his balance as he brings his hands to your waist. As you pull back to breathe, he rests his forehead against yours, a genuine grin on his face. “What was that for?” He asks while stroking his thumb along your hip. You inhale a deep breath before confessing. “As much as I hate that you punched that guy cause violence never works, it was really hot. The way you got all protective and how he never stood a chance.” Smiling shyly at him now, a smirk makes its way to his face. “Oh, really?” He mutters, eyes glancing to your lips. “But I also never want you to get into a fight again so next time if someone is being a creep—maybe just take it out on me.” Your words go quieter at the end, timid.

Now his smirk grows, hand traveling to the small of your back as he moves you a little closer to him. “Take it out on you, huh? Did I get you all worked up, baby?” He teases. Your thighs are clenching together, searching for any kind of relief. “Eddie.” You whine, squeezing his exposed bicep. “Tell you what.” His finger tilts your chin to look up at him. “I’ll take you home and fuck all that neediness right out of you. And then I’ll take you out on a lunch date.” He decides. “Buy you flowers. Those roses you like.” He speaks with a hushed tone, looking at you like you put the stars in the sky. “Start a farm?” You gently mock his words from earlier. A flash of shock crosses his features before he tugs you closer to him, if even possible. “Start a farm. Get you a ring. Have a nice little wedding with all of our goats and shit. Have some kids. If you want. Whatever you want.” His words are spoken with such tenderness. “I’d like that.” You whisper, lips hovering over his. You’re enamored by the way his eyes take you in, large pools of chocolate you could swim in for hours. “Can’t wait to marry you. I’m the luckiest guy in the world. Sorry if that’s too forward. But it’s true. You’re it for me, baby.” The pad of his thumb strokes your cheek delicately. You’re smiling fondly at him, unable to form a response as your eyes blur with tears, the happy kind.

All of the sudden you’re pressed against the cold metal of your car, Eddie’s body against yours as he moves his thigh in between your legs, not paying any mind to anyone who might be able to see. You hum in content as he moves his lips against yours, plush and a little chapped but still soft. “Gonna let me take you home and fuck a baby into you?” He rasps, tongue lightly skimming your bottom lip. You’re heaving, the throbbing between your legs is making you squirm in his arms as he has you caged in against the car. “Mmmm Eddie.” You whimper into his mouth. “No baby yet, but please make me cum.” You whisper while tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Within seconds he’s off of you, opening the passenger door for you and gesturing like a gentleman, insisting that he drives back since he put you through so much trouble this past night.

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Once he pulls up to the trailer you’d both purchased, only a short distance from Wayne’s, he’s on you immediately, he can’t keep his hands off of you as he keeps pressing kisses into your neck while you stumble up the wooden steps to the door. If any neighbors are watching, neither of you notices. You stop for a moment as you hand him the key to unlock the door. “Wait, you haven’t eaten in like fifteen hours, shouldn’t we go—“ He presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, a boyish smile on his lips. “Sweets, I’m about to have a feast.” He pushes open the door and bows as he gestures for you to step in. Your face feels hot, he has flirted with you millions of times but each time he still leaves you flustered.

Closing the door and dropping the keys onto the kitchen counter, he attaches himself to you again, pressing you against the wall while one hand holds your jaw and the other your hip, his tongue grazing your top lip teasingly. “Please.” You whine pathetically into him. He tuts while gazing down at you, his lashes casting elegant shadows against his cheeks. “Gonna take my time with you, honey. You’ll get what you want but it’s gonna be my way.” He knows precisely how to turn you into putty in his hands, how to tease you so tortuously that you’re begging—all huffy and whiny desperate for more. And he knows that you absolutely love it when he won’t give in right away.

“Promise to never spend another night in that shit hole again, okay?. Cause then I don’t get to do this.” His lips trail from your jaw, sucking carefully down to your neck, his hand ghosting over your clothed core, causing your breath to hitch. “Or this.” His hand dips into your waistband, calloused fingers just barely touching over your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. “And this.” His voice his low as he continues his assault on your neck, his fingers coming up to roll your nipple between his fingers through your shirt and you swear you’re dripping to the point that your thighs are sticky. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna get you so cum drunk.” He says against your skin. All you can do is let out little mewls. “Huh, baby? You all worked up and needy? So pathetic and whiny for me.” At this point you’re grinding your heat into his thigh, searching for any kind of friction at all. “Eddie.” You’re whimpering miserably.

His strong hands grip under your thighs, hoisting you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom as you begin to kiss down his stubbly cheek and along his jaw, the scent of his aftershave still lingering from yesterday. Finally, he pulls your pants down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor, then pulling his shirt over his head, now displaying his many tattoos and lean figure. Your eyes land on his happy trail, his delicious little happy trail that you could never get enough of and it has you rolling your hips. “Shh, sweetheart. ‘M gonna take care of you, don’t you worry.” His ring clad fingers lingers over your soaked panties, gently caressing you in his hand. His other hand tugs at the hem of your shirt and you quickly oblige, throwing it off. “Good girl.” He purrs, thumb grazing your bottom lip. “This too.” He demands, finger hooking into the strap of your bra, letting it snap back into place as he releases it. His eyes are drinking you in, he’s practically drooling at the sight before him. In no time, you're flinging the bra across the room, almost completely exposed to him except for your panties.

Plump lips start kissing their way down your torso, leaving you shuddering at the sensation, his hand still cupping your heat which leaves you feeling hopeless, completely at his mercy. He takes a nipple in between his teeth before sucking on it carefully, his tongue caressing the little bud as it hardens, your back arching and your breath catching in your throat. A large hand moves from your heat to your upper thigh, traveling down to grip your ass, every touch setting you on fire. His lips begin working on the other nipple, his other hand twisting the now neglected one between his fingers, you letting out a sigh as you squirm, hips wiggling against him. “That feel good?” He asks cockily with his mouth against your breast. All you can give him is a moan in response. “Bet I could make you cum just from this alone.” He chuckles. He could but you know it would also take a while and you need release now.

“Ed, please.” You beg. “Please, been thinking about you since last night.” You admit through heavy breathes while he continues to tease you. “Mm?” He sounds pleased while glancing up at you through hooded eyes. “What, does it turn you on when I get all protective? Did you secretly like that I put that guy in his place?” His raspy voice has you wiggling against him again, his bulge pressing into your thigh through his jeans. “You know I don’t like fights.” You manage to get out. “Especially when they get you arrested.” You’re gasping for air, his lips still sucking, fingers still pinching the other bud. “But fuck…”. You sigh. “You’re so hot and it’s so sexy how protective you are of me.” You finish your thought, fingers dancing along his shoulders.

Abruptly, he stops what he’s doing, now hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs and shoving them into his back pocket. “Yeah, sweets?” He taunts. “Mmhmm.” You squeak as he blows air over your sopping wet center. “Please do something.” You plead with him, grabbing at his curls, attempting to pull him closer. “Yeah?” He asks, eyebrows raised, cockier than ever. “Yes!” You chirp back. “Well since you asked so nicely…”. He trails off before attaching his lips directly to your clit, your hands tugging at his hair and your hips bucking up. His arms wrap around your thighs as he buries his face into you as if you were his last meal. Tongue tracing shapes into your clit, he teases your hole with the tip of his finger, moans escaping you left and right. It made it even filthier that he kept his rings on. Your hips are twitching, legs shaking, no signs of him letting up anytime soon.

His finger pushes inside of you, curling into your walls before adding a second one, just how you like. As you try to grind yourself up into him, his strong arms pin your thighs to the mattress, his free hand pushing down on your lower stomach so you’re forced to endure the pleasure. That feeling starts to build up, the one that you can’t stop chasing once you start, white hot burning pleasure. Eddie continues curling his fingers into you, hitting the right spot every time which only makes you whimper softly. He takes a moment to detach his lips from you, looking up at you fondly as your chest quickly moves up and down, blissed out beyond belief. “Look so pretty, baby. Think you can cum for me?” He asks. While he inquires, his hold on your lower stomach loosens as well as his arms draped over your thighs and at this you try to roll your hips to meet his fingers only to be pinned back down by his powerful arms, thighs unable to move and hips held hostage by his hand holding you there. “I asked you a question, honey. You already that cum drunk? Didn’t even cum yet and here you are, looking like you’ve been fucked stupid.” His words are mean in the best way possible. “I—I can cum for you Eddie. Please let me cum.” You gasp for air. His thumb begins to circle your clit, finding a delicious rhythm while his other hand is occupied by curling his fingers precisely inside of you. Lips are trailing along your hip bone, becoming wet and sloppy as your slick coating his lips paints your body, his tongue then gliding over your skin—body trembling. “There it is, sweetheart, almost there. Show me how good it feels.” A whisper against your stomach.

You’re shaking from the pleasure, almost on the brink of your orgasm. It builds and builds, Eddie replacing his thumb with his lips yet again, suckling on the swollen bud. “‘M gonna—‘mm gonna—“. You can’t even finish your thought as you pant like you’re in heat. Eddie mumbles against you, coaxing your climax out of you, fingers still working you like a guitar. “C’mon baby, cum all over me.” You reach that point where you’re about to release but it won’t wash over you yet, still chasing it desperately. Whines fill the room, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your eyes clench shut and your back arches off the bed beautifully, your walls pulsing around Eddie’s fingers and your clit throbbing under his mouth. Nails scratch down his bare shoulders as he encourages you through your high. Whimpering from overstimulation as your body tries to wiggle away from him, his strong hold not allowing you, he continues. “I know, baby. I know.” He coos. “Let it all out, angel.” And as you come down from cumming so hard, he doesn’t give up, still tracing his tongue over your clit, fingers still inside of you. “E-Eddie, so sensitive!” You grip his shoulders, claw marks now running down them, your body trying to move out from under him but he won’t have it. “What’s the matter, baby? You were just so needy and now it’s too much?” He mocks. Your stomach muscles are tightly clenched, hands now gripping at the sheets below you in fists. If you said your safe word he’d stop without hesitation but that’s not what you want, in fact you love when he overstimulates to the point that you’re not even on planet earth the following few minutes.

Eventually, your face looks fucked out enough to Eddie’s liking, removing his fingers as your release spills out into the sheets, sucking on his fingers as if he’d just devoured his last meal. Your eyes are shut from exhaustion but you know you’ll have the energy to keep going after you recover. Eddie’s presence hovers over you as he presses a loving kiss to your cheek, plopping down beside you and pulling you into his side. The motion causes friction down there and at this you let out a whimper. “I know, poor baby.” Eddie murmurs into your hair. “All cum drunk and I haven’t even put my cock inside you yet.” He whispers.

He’ll let you lay there to regain your composure for as long as you need. And in this time you take it upon yourself to bring up his words from earlier. You tilt your head up to look at him as you rest against his chest, eyes becoming doe like before you ask your question. “You really wanna marry me?” You ask with a hint of insecurity. He brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin thoughtfully. “I do.” He confirms with a soft kiss to your lips, meaningful and promising. “In fact…” he states, sitting you both up against the headboard, removing his arm from around you to turn away from you, hiding something from your line of sight. Face contorting into confusion, you try to sneak a glimpse at what he’s doing but it’s not successful. He hops out of the bed, a puzzled expression on your face as he gestures for you for you to scoot to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling over the side.

“So, I know this isn’t exactly all fairytale-like and all big and extravagant but…”. Suddenly he’s down on one knee. You’re completely naked and he’s shirtless in his ripped jeans, panties shoved haphazardly into his back pocket, one of his rings, the skull one that occupied his ring finger held in between his fingers as he promises it to you. “Will you marry me?” He asks, a shy grin on his face, cheeks tinted pink and hair a mess from you tugging on it and you think to yourself that this moment couldn’t be more perfect. No it’s not some big premeditated gesture but it’s so Eddie and everything you love about him so there’s not a doubt in your mind when you answer him, tears rolling down your face. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you!” You're nodding vigorously, extending your left hand out so he can slip the ring onto your finger. It’s entirely too big but you don’t care as you gale at it as if it were a diamond. Your hands cup his cheeks and you kiss him like he could disappear in seconds, him pushing you back into the bed as he hovers over you, a lovesick look etched into his features. Mumbling against your lips, he swears to you that he’s going to save up and buy you any ring you want. He finds it endearing when you tell him the one you want is already on your finger. “Okay, then if that’s really the one you want we can get it resized. Your fingers are too little.” He’s holding your hand up and inspecting it, a playful grin on his face.

The remainder of that day is spent making love to each other, making each other feel good in every way possible. And, yes, the ring does fly off and across the room whenever you’re undoing the zipper of his jeans but as you’re crawling over to retrieve it he just grabs you by your chin, a proud smile gracing his features. “How’d a pretty little thing like you wind up with a guy like me?” He asks genuinely. You take a moment to grab the ring from where it landed, moving to stand in front of him and setting it in his palm, forcing his fingers around it as you reply. “How could I not end up with you?” You offer before speaking again. “Hold onto that for me, I’m gonna need it to become Mrs. Munson.” The smile that pulls from him is enough to make you tear up as you finish unzipping his pants, about to give him the best head he’s ever had. That he deserves.

~end~

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OFMD S2 SPOILERS

This is complete self indulgence (but then, this is Tumblr, and there is an analysis towards the bottom). Just reiterating how notable the merman scene is, both from the practical way it was done and the metaphorical significance. But first to preface with a confession: I seek out spoilers, so with the prior expectation of seeing a merman!Stede, it was fairly obvious he was going to show up at this particular moment. Honestly not sure how this could be handled without disclosure. That knowledge or lack thereof is absolutely a contributing factor on the 'cringe' element. It can seem a little cringe, mostly from the fact we got something so outlandishly unexpected at a beautifully critical moment. But Stede is a cringe person:

And besides, as far as unusual things happening at emotional scenes, last season we had this:

Here is poor Edward Teach spilling his heart out, and Stede is presenting a much different air than the situation might call for. It didn't feel inauthentic per se (that is legit moment of confusion), but the atmosphere for a scene in an emotionally charged, key-point moment of a character's story arc just felt a little off (in my opinion anyway).

But you know what? This is a comedy. And as far as the performance goes, from what we've seen so far, Rhys Darby charges into any situation with stalwart commitment and full steam ahead, no matter how cringeworthy the risk.

And that includes donning a shimmering fish tail, grabbing a trident, and swimming in a large water tank to smile at the camera.

Major props to him for that, it takes guts.

(Also, it's just frickin cool to try out a gorgeously decked out merperson tail. Lucky sunuvabitch...)

Plus, as so many others have pointed out, the metaphor is just breathtaking. It's not just about the show being a comedy and playing off the strangeness of a merman showing up, but it's about what the scene represents. Hold on now, this is gonna be a long one... During that kiss on the beach, Stede Bonnet was so much of what Edward Teach has been yearning for in his life. Yes Stede is a representation of the 'finer' things (which Ed's own mother told him he could never have), but he's also kindness, understanding, support, love... things that Edward has more than likely been denied over and over again. For instance- in this tiny moment in his dream sequence, when Ed tries out being Jeff the Innkeeper, the figure of his old captain Hornigold is all for taking it way too seriously, bringing Ed down to face the cruelties of reality.

But in these kinds of scenes, Stede plays with Ed. He is all for Blackbeard's Bar and Grill, and if someone is being a dick and not wanting to go visit the gift shop, he'll be there to give Ed encouragement.

And then there's this:

And this:

Ed vaguely reminds me of Aldonza from Man of la Mancha, which is a whole other analysis, but it's basically a character so beaten down by life that the very concepts of feeling worthy and being treated with kindness are devastating: Blows and abuse, I can take and give back again. Tenderness, I cannot bear. -"Aldonza" from Man of la Mancha. But Ed's vision of Stede seems to represent all the gentleness and sweetness Ed so desperately craves, and when Stede shows up here, he is so happy to see him. First mate 'we've-known-each-other-a-long-time' Izzy Hands flat out tells Ed that he loves him, and this is Ed's reaction:

Because, lest we forget, Izzy told him that he wanted Blackbeard, not Edward, and that Edward better watch his fucking step.

From Ed's point of view, who the hell is the harsh pirate Izzy to tell Edward that he loves him, when all he really seems to love is the persona of Blackbeard? But this is his reaction to the warm, gentle Stede Bonnet, who is supportive of the man Edward Teach and all his vulnerabilities:

Also, within the scene itself, it is so important that Stede doesn't untie the rope from around Ed's waist. Here, this lays it out beautifully:

Edited based on a post I cannot find: This is also a rebirth for Ed - surrounded by wet and darkness, going towards the light, and taking his first new breath (while This Woman's Work plays in the background, a song literally about a problematic birth as the partner feels practically helpless to do anything)...

So it's something Stede can't physically assist with. He can only give Ed support and a little guidance. In summation, as Edward plunges into the depths of despair, literally weighted down by his trauma, here comes this sweet, loving sea creature that is so different from anything he has ever known but has always wanted. Now, this could be problematic, as this season is probably going to delve more into how Ed and Stede see their roles fairly differently, with one ready to move on from the pirate life and the other ready to jump right in. Stede certainly doesn't seem to view himself as a sweet, goldfish merman, as currently he is all about being a swashbuckler.

But for now, Ed's vision met with Stede's heart-wrenching desperation...

...brilliantly highlights how much Ed and Stede mean to each other. And for this sequence, Rhys Darby learned a new skill and was fully present with Taika Waititi (MAJOR props to him also for shooting this underwater moment so frickin beautifully) in one of the most memorable scenes thus far.

Maybe his motivation for doing it was just because merpersoning is a neat thing to do, but the result really meant a lot. To see him there with Taika's Edward in an actual tail, and not just Taika reacting to a body double with a masked over face or a CGI tail that will always be fake no matter how real it looks... Mad respect, man. And thank you. P.S. Also this:

Absolutely. Personally could not be more thrilled that they used practical effects rather than CGI. It shows, OFMD team. It really shows ❤️

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leiawritesstories · 9 months

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i need more aelin and rowan in the ballet pleasee 😭💖

always happy to write more of my ballet babies 💕🥰

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: ballet talk, swearing, NSFW, oops it turned into smut

Enjoy!!

performance reference (Fumi Kaneko, The Royal Ballet)

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I'll never get this stupid variation down, Aelin groaned to herself as she dropped out of a triple pirouette for the third time in a row. Muttering a curse under her breath, she bent into plié in fourth position and attempted the pirouette again. And again.

And again.

She was debuting as Aurora in The Sleeping Beauty in less than a month. Which meant she had only a few weeks to get this bloody variation down. Aurora Act I is a difficult variation, as her coach was always reminding her. You shouldn't be expecting yourself to get it down overnight.

Forcing herself to breathe, Aelin shook out her legs and walked in a tight circle. Maybe giving herself a quick break would help. She'd never been a natural turner, but she could execute triple pirouettes--and the occasional quadruple pirouette--cleanly, hence her frustration with these ones not working. She took a short sip of water, rewound the music, and restarted the section of the variation she'd been working on.

This time, when the pirouette came up, she rose into passé rélevé on her right leg, set down into plié, and turned on her left leg instead of her right. And she floated cleanly through three pirouettes, landed, and pumped her fist in the air, grinning.

Huh. Apparently she was a left turner.

Note to self: discuss turning to the left with coach. Aelin filed away the thought for after her rehearsal. Newly energized by her pirouette success, she ran through that middle section of the variation a few more times, turning to the left, then took a few minutes, rewound the music all the way to the beginning, and started the variation from the top, ending with a sequence of châiné turns into B-plus position, arms in an effortless, open fifth position above her head.

Applause rippled from behind her as she practiced her bow. Surprised, she hastily rose from her curtsy and turned towards the studio door, mentally praying it wasn't her coach standing there.

It wasn't.

It was Rowan Whitethorn, her Prince in this casting.

Aelin dropped into a more sardonic curtsy, dipping her head at Rowan. "Come to laugh at my failure to turn?" She rolled her eyes. "It's fine, I'd laugh at myself too if it wasn't so damn frustrating."

"Hey." Rowan walked into the studio, closed the door behind himself, and caught her hand. "All I saw was you absolutely killing that variation, Ace. I swear." He crooked his little finger. "Pinky swear."

"You better," she grumbled. "My pirouettes were absolute shit until I switched legs." She sighed heavily and glanced at the clock. "Oh, hell. Half an hour until Coach blows my legs out."

Rowan rested his hands casually against her waist, sending an electric thrum up her spine. "Sounds like you need a little bit of relaxation, hmm?" His rasping whisper brushed against her ear.

Aelin shivered in anticipation, in delight. "We're in a studio," she retorted. "And the door isn't locked."

"We can fix that." He pressed a featherlight kiss to the side of her throat. "And before you pretend to protest, there aren't any windows in this studio." Another teasingly light kiss. "I almost wonder if you picked this space on purpose."

"Hardly," she snarked. "I'm never planning for my boyfriend to interrupt my--ohhh!" Her sass broke off into a gasp when that boyfriend of hers dipped his head down to nip at her pulse point and dipped his hand down under her rehearsal tutu. "Rowan."

"Aelin," he groaned, body jerking as she reached back and palmed his cock through his tights, the thin athletic shorts he wore over the tights doing absolutely nothing to control his rapidly hardening erection.

Before she could lose herself in the sensation of his lips on her skin and his hand between her thighs, Aelin slipped out of Rowan's arms, hurried over to lock the door, and waltzed back across the floor. His dark green gaze tracked each of her deliberate steps. Deciding to tease him just a little more, she rose onto pointe and moved in a series of bourrée across the floor, stopping two paces away from Rowan and launching into a turn à la seconde, one leg extended out to the side.

Flawlessly, he lunged forward and caught her, wrapping one arm around her waist and looping the other around her extended leg, and pulled her flush against him with his leg slotted between hers. She let out a quiet moan and arched into him, craving the friction his muscled thigh created against her throbbing core.

"Please," she gasped, sliding one arm up and back to tangle in his bleached hair. One quick tug had his bandanna on the floor and her fingers woven into his floppy hair, the strands soft between her fingers. "Unless you can't live up to your big talk about relaxing me."

"I'll show you big talk," he rumbled, working her tights partway down her legs, tucking the bottom of her leotard off to the side, and pressing the pad of his thumb directly against her needy clit. She moaned a string of garbled curses and dropped her head backwards onto his shoulder, exposing the elegant column of her neck.

"Fuck, Ro!"

"That's right, princess, tell the world who makes you feel so good," he purred, plunging two fingers into her cunt. She moaned his name, her eyes fluttering closed. "Good girl." He pumped his fingers faster, drawing those breathy, needy sounds he loved so much out of her throat.

"Rowan." Her hand wrapped around his wrist. "I need you. Now." Her hips bucked backwards, rocking against his hard cock through the thin layers separating them. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely," he murmured. He withdrew his fingers, spun her around so she was facing him, and raised his fingers to her lips. "How do you taste, princess?"

"So good," she groaned around his fingers, her words muffled. She danced her fingertips down his chest, down to his shorts, and pushed the garments down far enough to let his erection spring free, pressing it to her dripping core. "So good."

"Good girl," he groaned. He lifted one of her legs, hooked it around his waist, lined his cock up with her entrance, and slammed home in one fluid thrust. "Fuuuuuuuuckkkk, Ae," he groaned, dropping his forehead to press against hers. "You feel incredible." She moaned in agreement, rocking her hips against his. He smirked. "Needy, aren't you, princess?"

"Only for you," she panted.

He kissed her fiercely, swallowing her moan as he thrust harder, faster. "That's my good girl." She groaned deeply, her fingers scraping lightly down the skin of his back. The edge of pain spurred him faster, his thrusts almost wild. He flicked a glance at the mirror, captivated by the carnal sight of them in the middle of the studio. "Open your eyes, princess. Look how beautiful you are all wrapped around my cock."

She looked into the mirror, her gaze heavy with desire as her brilliant eyes fixed on the almost lewd display. "Harder, Ro."

He obliged, hips pounding into hers so hard her legs buckled. Easily, he swept her up into his ridiculously huge arms, letting her lock her legs around his waist as his thrusts stuttered, a clear sign of how close he was. "Aelin," he moaned, "I'm gonna--"

"Come for me," she whispered, barely able to form the words through the tremors shaking her body as her own orgasm crested and exploded. He groaned her name as he came with her, staying buried inside of her as their bodies stilled.

"Love you," she mumbled into his neck as he pulled out and cleaned her up with a couple of tissues, carefully fixing her clothes and her tutu.

"Love you more," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "Feel relaxed, princess?"

She took a step back from him and stretched herself out, arching her back and raising her arms over her head. "Mmmm, yes I do." She rose onto pointe and kissed him softly. He settled one hand on the back of her head and deepened the kiss, dragging out the sweet moment until she had to pull away. "Rehearsal, Ro, I have rehearsal."

"I do too," he sighed. "Ugh. Merde, love."

"See you tonight!" she chirped, slinging her dance bag over her shoulder as she hurried out of the studio.

He damn well would.

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years

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Pink Scarf - PART 8! (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Mentions of sex. Nudity. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: PG-13 (ish?) (but other parts are very NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 4994

A/N: Our Reader is feeling it, y'all! I am, too! Getting into the right headspace for this part was tricky for whatever reason, and it's a bit long, so thanks for your patience. I wanted to get a bit more backstory in there, so hopefully the flashback scene works well. And a little Young!Elvis doesn't hurt anyone, right? I also couldn't help myself and HAD to include the detail about his stutter because I just keep finding all these deliciously real and human parts of him that make him such a rich, full person/character, so forgive me my indulgence!

To all the babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments mean the absolute WORLD to me. Finding out that some of y'all are liking it enough to be reading it MULTIPLE times blows my freakin' mind. Like whaat?! This story (and EP) has taken over my heart and soul, so for those of you still with me, and to all the newcomers, I'm sending you all the love! And I promise there's more good stuff coming ahead, complete with more smut, angst, and tension.

I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there, though it's not all updated yet!

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks since now I know how they work lol)! I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues.

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

1957

“So, I hear you’re gonna make an honest man out of our Jacky Boy.”

You look up from your seated spot on the cool grass, Elvis’ tall frame lording over you in the dark of this humid midsummer night and you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” you blush happily, playing with the small, simple diamond that now adorns the ring finger of your left hand. It’s not much, but it’s yours. You can barely stop staring at it, you are so excited.

Elvis folds himself down next to you on the lawn, his long limbs a little less lanky than they used to be. A couple of years of being well-fed after a lifetime of poverty has done him well. He looks good, albeit tired. Hollywood and fame have certainly made him more beautiful, his resting face now always looking like it’s ready for a close-up, but the lightness that used to surround him is a little heavier, a little darker now, like he has the world resting on his shoulders.

He turns his head to really look at you, taking you in. It’s a look that might’ve made you self-conscious at any other time, but it’s dark and you’re too distracted by your engagement ring to really notice. “You happy, doll?” he asks, but answers it himself, “You look happy.”

You can’t stop smiling. “Yes, I’m most certainly happy,” you reassure him.

“Good,” he nods as if this has satisfied him in some way. Then he leans back, laying down in the grass, and stares up at the stars. That look comes over him again, the heavy one. It worries you a little. He’s been gone so much lately, and things have been moving so quickly for him, you’ve barely had a moment to talk in what feels like forever.

“How ‘bout you, E, are you happy?” you ask quietly, looking down at him.

He is silent at first, and you almost don’t catch the sigh he lets out before speaking, “I ain’t got nothing to be unhappy about, baby. All my dreams are coming true.” He says it almost as though he’s trying to convince himself of it. He doesn’t look at you, instead focusing all his attention on the sky.

“You didn’t really answer the question,” you say gently.

He finally looks over at you, those big blue eyes of his exhausted, rimmed with dark circles. “It’s all been moving so fast, I barely got time to catch my breath. I’m constantly around people, but sometimes I feel so lonely, y/n…and Hollywood ain’t all it’s cracked up to b-be,” he says quickly, but in a whisper, as though he’s terrified to be overheard.

You open your mouth to speak, but he rushes to continue: “And I don’t w-w-wanna seem ungrateful or nothin’ b-b-b-because I-I-I am gettin’ to do what I love to do and I’m supportin’ my family and it makes lots of folks happy, and God’s b-b-blessed me with that…b-b-but so many people hate me, makin’ it their mission to misunderstand me and they don’t even know me.” He takes a deep shuddering breath, frustrated and trying to get the words out.

You know he’s emotional and tired because his stutter keeps getting in his way as he tries to speak. Most people don’t even know he has one because it doesn’t happen when he sings, and he sure as hell doesn’t let it stop him from doing what he wants to do, but you’ve heard it pop up now and again in conversation over the years, usually with nerves or when he’s “excited,” as he calls it. He told you how he thought he’d blown his initial screen test in Hollywood because of it, because he was so nervous that he couldn’t get the words to come out like he needed them to. Luckily, he said the director liked it and even said it made his acting seem more genuine. You find it endearing because it’s a very real part of him and his humanity, which you think is something much needed when the world is striving to make him a commodity. It still makes him a little self-conscious, though, so you don’t rush him or react, you just wait for him to continue.

“Sometimes I-I feel like I’m b-b-being pulled in a dozen different directions, all at o-once. I-I-I constantly feel like I’m tryin’ to prove myself. Sometimes it just gets to me, is all. So, to answer your question, yes, I am happy, but it sure comes with a price,” he pauses. “I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t’ve unloaded on you like that, today of all days,” he says, eyes now downcast and concerned.

“Don’t you feel sorry. I asked, and I’m glad you answered me truthfully. Seems like you needed to get that off your chest,” you say kindly, with a small smile. You hate to see him so weighed down. But you are pleased and surprised by him being so vulnerable with you. It makes you feel like you’ve got your friend back.

“You won’t go tellin’ no one, will ‘ya? Not even Jack,” he pleads, looking at you wide-eyed.

“Of course not, Elvis. I swear it,” you say seriously. You wouldn’t dream of betraying his trust.

He nods, relieved, and looks back up at the stars.

“I’m real proud of you, E, all of us are. It takes a special person to do what you do with the grace you do it with. God knows I couldn’t do it,” you say, suddenly feeling a little shy.

Elvis looks at you with surprise. “Thanks, y/n, that means a lot comin’ from you,” he says and the way his pretty eyes search your face sends a strange feeling through your body.

You don’t know what to say to that, so silence sits heavy, but not uncomfortably, between you.

Playing with your engagement ring, knees pulled into your chest, you look into the night sky.

“How’d ya know? That Jack’s the one?” he suddenly asks, out of nowhere.

The question both surprises and delights you. “Hmmm, well, let’s see,” you ponder. “He’s there when I need him. He makes me feel special, like the only girl in the world. I know he’ll always take care of me. He is mine and I am his. Sometimes I almost feel like we were made for each other, ya’ know, like we were meant to be,” you rattle off. “That may seem silly and saccharine and hopelessly romantic, but it’s true. So, I suppose that’s how I know I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him,” you say, a giddy excitement running through you.

Elvis is quiet, his face unreadable. You’re not sure why, but you feel like you’ve said something to upset him.

“Why? You got a special girl or three, Mr. Presley?” you ask, in a faux-reporter voice, holding a pretend mic to his mouth to try and lighten the mood.

“Ha!” he scoffs with a laugh and a roll of his eyes.

“Oh, it must be so hard for you, to have thousands of beautiful girls to choose from, all clamoring for a piece of you,” you tease. You know he is dating quite a bit because he brings some of them home, whether from Hollywood or somewhere on the road. He always seems to be falling hard and fast for a new girl, but they never seem to last.

“No, there’s no one special I’m datin’,” he says, sitting up, intently playing with a blade of grass. “I mean, I’m seein’ lots of nice girls, great girls, even. It’s just…none of them’s the one.”

You are a little taken aback by his honest answer. “Well, you can’t force it, E. You’ll know when it’s right,” you say, patting his hand.

Elvis looks down sharply at your hand on his, almost like it’s burned him. “Yeah, I reckon I will,” he says, looking back up at you, his face unreadable once more. He’s gotten too good at that in Hollywood, you think, shutting the vulnerable parts of himself off from an untrustworthy world.

For the second time this night, silence hangs over you. This time it feels charged, but by what you do not know. You can’t figure out what’s going on with him.

“You gettin’ enough sleep, E?” His moodiness has always been worse when he’s tired.

“Oh, you know me, doll. I was barely sleeping before all this and now I sleep even less,” he replies. “There’s too much to do and I got all this-this crazy energy, ya know?” He wiggles his limbs, exaggerating. You can’t help but laugh.

But your laughter dies out quickly. “Seriously, Elvis, promise me you’ll at least try to get some rest while you’re home. It worries me to think you’re running yourself ragged.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything, as if he doesn’t want to make a promise he can’t keep. Instead, he abruptly changes the subject.

“C-c-congratulations, y/n. Jack’s a lucky guy and I-I’m glad you’re happy. You—you both—deserve all the happiness,” Elvis says, his gaze kind but guarded. Then, unexpectedly, he leans over and presses his lips softly to your cheek. They are warm and plush against your skin, lingering there for just a moment too long. Your breath catches and you can feel heat blossom through your body and into your cheeks in a way that surprises you.

Then, just like that, he pulls away, getting up and brushing himself off, like nothing happened. He holds his hand out to you to help you up off the ground. “We should get back,” he says.

You blink rapidly, trying to process the last few moments. You are glad the darkness hides the red on your cheeks. Elvis seems unaffected, so you take his hand and let him help you up. You chalk whatever strangeness that has happened up to Elvis being exhausted, pushing whatever silly, fleeting thoughts you have far, far away.

The long-buried memory hits you hard as you stand at the door to Elvis’ bedroom, poised to knock. You’ve spent all night in anticipation of this moment, excited and nervous about whatever comes next, but this memory shakes you, knocking something loose in your brain. Something you had forgotten until just now.

You are trying to grasp it, the thing that is niggling at the corners of your mind, but before you can lock on to whatever it is, the door swings open, startling you. You didn’t remember knocking—it’s like Elvis just knew you were there.

And immediately everything else is forgotten because the tantalizing smell of him wafts over you, and your heart starts to pitter patter in your chest because he’s just so beautiful, and the brilliance of his light blue, dark-rimmed eyes nearly knocks you over.

Elvis pulls you in to the room quickly, trying to avoid any possible prying eyes, shutting the door quietly. The light is much dimmer in here and it’s silent, save for the sound of your breathing. He is so, so close, his eyes travelling over your body approvingly. His eyes ignite flames within you wherever they linger.

“I knew you’d be a showstopper in this, baby. And the tan is a nice touch,” he says, smiling coyly, running a finger down your bare arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

Words get lost in your throat because all you know is that you need him. So instead of words, you grasp his face and kiss him as if your life depends on it. You sense his surprise at your boldness in the way he tenses at first, but it takes only a second before his arms wrap around you, and those soft, pliant lips open to yours.

But the butterflies happening in your stomach now are different than the heat you’ve experienced when kissing him before and that surprises you. Scares you, even, because the heat and the sex make a certain kind of sense. It’s biological, you think, natural to be drawn to him. Everyone is drawn to him. What you’ve already shared physically, what he is teaching you about pleasure, is addicting—you want more. Of course, you do. But what’s happening to you now is more than that, as much as you want to push it away and deny it.

You pull back from him slowly, his lips chasing yours with another gentle kiss. Your eyes raise, meeting the endless blue of his, and you are caught there, drowning, as you try to understand the man he is now. You can’t help but think that these are the same eyes that looked upon you on the lawn of Graceland so many years ago. Reconciling that Elvis with this Elvis feels so utterly strange. So much life has happened between then and now, yet under it all, you can still see that sensitive young man, striving and eager for everything life has to offer.

“Well, hello to you, too, honey,” he says softly, searching your face, trying to gauge what is going on with you.

“Hi,” you breathe out, “I missed you.” It just falls out of your mouth, a truth you aren’t sure you should reveal, but it’s too late now. It feels silly—you saw him less than 24 hours ago, but it feels like a lifetime.

This pleases him, his mouth turning up in a small smile. “I missed you, too,” he replies, giving you another soft kiss.

This invokes your own smile, a shy one. Your stomach continues to flutter like a schoolgirl’s.

He pulls you into the room, your hand small in his, the Vegas skyline bright outside the huge windows. To think, just a few nights ago, you stood in this very spot, furious and ripping him a new one for ruining your life. Feels like a million years ago now.

Elvis is barefoot, wearing a set of satiny deep blue pajamas, which somehow, even though they are sleepwear, still flatter him. You suddenly feel quite overdressed. You’re not sure what he has in store for you because his countenance doesn’t quite match the sexual fire from when he dominated you on the couch and sent you to the stars last night, but he is somehow no less intense.

His fingers brush through the pink fringe of your top, feathering over the bare skin of your back as he moves around you to a box on top of the piano. Curious, you move with him, stopping as he lifts out a slip of a nightgown that matches his pajamas exactly. Your eyebrow quirks.

Setting it back down, he glides towards you, wrapping his arms around your back. “Let’s get you more comfortable,” he says, unzipping your top slowly, removing it, throwing it to the side. You shiver under his gaze, exposed in the lacy petal pink bra he bought you. He looks delighted that you are wearing it, though his gaze is still light and controlled, even though he is undressing you.

“Shoes,” he tuts, and you slip out of your heels, kicking them to the side. Your eagerness builds, the fluttering in your stomach wild and catching fire, but you let him guide you, as he seems wont to do.

He reaches around and unzips your skirt, pulling it gently over your hips and it falls in a heap at your feet. He hums and looks over you approvingly in your matching underwear, and the look alone has you weak in the knees. It’s criminal how handsome he is and what it does to you. Based on your previous encounters, you half expect him to take you right there, but he makes no move to do so. Your breath is shallow, your body on alert, waiting on pins and needles.

Next, moves in close, his fingers brushing up your spine. A shudder courses through you. He unhooks your bra, sliding it off you and placing it on top of the piano. You think for sure he will now devour you, but he waits.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Elvis whispers, taking in your figure and you suddenly feel shy under his adoring gaze. You resist the urge to cover yourself, your nipples standing at attention in the cool air. He doesn’t touch you (you desperately want him to), though you can see by the smoldering in his eyes he wants to, too. Instead, he hands you the nightie. “Put it on,” he requests, and while you are confused, you do as he asks. The expensive, silky softness drapes over you, hanging perfectly off your frame.

Nodding as though some requirement that is unknown to you has been fulfilled, he pulls you into him, kissing your forehead. His embrace is warm and comforting against the cold of the air conditioning and you wind your arms around his neck, fingers weaving into his fine hair. While there is heat growing in your belly for him, it is like glowing embers rather than an engulfing flame.

This feels different. And then you realize, it all feels so domestic.

The thought is jarring, yet not unwanted. You had assumed (rightly so) that he wanted you here so you could fuck all night long. But this, this is a decidedly different vibe to your uninterrupted night together. And while you are a bit confused and surprised by it, you are curious.

“Elvis,” you say quietly, without expectation, “what is this?”

A boyish grin spreads across his face, reminding you of the memory that blindsided you before, the one you still need to dissect. “I want all of you, not just a part of you,” he says, nuzzling your nose with his. It sends tingles down your arms. You’re not quite sure exactly what it means, but you get the gist that he wants more than sex from you and that is surprising.

Is it, though?

He pulls you up and onto the huge bed with him. You lean back against the pillows, the ornate headboard, and he turns to you, brushing flyaway hairs off your face. His crystalline eyes have an openness you haven’t seen in a long time, as though all the glitz and glamour of “Elvis” is stripped away and it’s truly just the man here in front of you.

“How was your day?” he asks.

It’s such a simple question, yet the fact that he asks it of you almost has you in tears. Perhaps it’s because until this moment you haven’t realized that it feels like no one has asked you that, or truly cared to, in a very long time. And the fact that it is coming from him, of all people, makes your heart simultaneously break and leap at the same time.

You clear your throat, pushing the emotion away. “I…uh, well, I went to the pool with Sandy. Hence the tan. She happened to be in the room when your gift arrived, though, so that was interesting to try and explain,” you say.

“And what did you tell her?” he asks, resting his head on his hand, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. You are distracted by them and almost forget what he asked.

“Um, I basically told her I couldn’t tell her anything. How could I? I mean, we haven’t really talked about…” you motion between you two, “us, this. I couldn’t very well talk to her about it before I talked to you.”

He smiles that crooked smile of his, the one that melts your heart. “And how did she take that?”

“Oh, she was disappointed but didn’t pry. As soon as she saw the underwear, though, she’s made it her mission to figure out who the mystery man is. She’s been my shadow all night. It’s gonna be hard to keep this from her for very long,” you say dismally.

He laughs. “You can tell her, honey,” he says.

This floors you. “What? But aren’t you afraid…I mean...?” you worry.

Elvis puts his hand on your cheek. “Baby, I wanna keep seein’ you, and I think you wanna keep seein’ me.” The way he says it sends warmth radiating through your chest. But that warmth is quickly chased by cold, pragmatic fear.

He continues, “And I know she’s your best friend and y’need someone y’can talk to. Jerry knows already, anyway. I’ll make sure she knows to be discreet.”

Your mouth opens then closes. To say you are flabbergasted by this response doesn’t quite describe what you are feeling. It’s a mixture of relief, surprise, elation, confusion, and terror, and what seems like a hundred other things, all at once.

If Sandy knows, it makes this all real. Too real. This was only supposed to be a one-time thing. A way to stick it to Jack. A way to take some power back. A way to quell the unbridled sexual tension that had grown between you and Elvis.

But now you feel wildly out of control. Mind-blowing sex with the ethereal man in front of you has morphed so quickly into a passion you didn’t expect that you feel like the air has been knocked from your lungs. The more you think about it and the more you remember, no matter how much you are shoving it away, you know that this was never going to be a one-time thing for Elvis. He knew it, too. The fact that you are here right now, like this, is proof. And you are not sure if that makes you elated or angry. Maybe it’s both.

This is too dangerous. Go back to Memphis and forget this ever happened.

Maybe that would have worked two nights ago, but the thought of leaving him now fills you with more despair than the anxiety of staying.

What happens if this all blows up in our faces? Because you think it will. You can feel the pressure building even now, though you aren’t sure to what end.

Elvis seems so utterly calm, so sure. You don’t know if this is because he lives in a world so above everyone that everything seems possible, like a strange naivety, or if he is just an optimist, but either way, you don’t know how to respond. You know you have to say something, though, because of the way he is looking at you, his eyes expectant and watchful.

“How? How are we gonna keep seeing each other, E? I go home tomorrow. And what about Jack?” you say in a whisper, all your emotions caving in on you at once. Tears spring to your eyes, which is not at all what you want or expect, and you are mad at yourself for ruining the mood.

“Hey, hey now, darlin’,” Elvis says with concern, sitting up and taking your face in his hands. “Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry. I got it all figured out. I’ll take care of you, honey,” he reassures you. He kisses your tears as they fall down your cheeks, his lips soft and warm.

Then, unexpectedly, he leans over and presses his lips softly to your cheek. They are warm and plush against your skin, lingering there for just a moment too long.

The memory flashes back to you, startling you as the past and present meld together.

He kissed you then much like he’s kissing you now. You pull back and look at him with wide eyes.

“Baby, y’look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” he asks, eyes searching your face.

So many seeds have taken root, blossoming in your mind. (Or maybe they’ve always been fully bloomed, and I just never saw them.) You shake your head. Your heart is beating too fast. This isn’t the time to dive into this.

But when? you wonder.

How long has he…?

No, absolutely not. You won’t let yourself go there, you can’t, not now, not when he’s looking at you like this.

“I’m sorry, E, I just got caught off guard and got overwhelmed,” you finally respond, wiping your cheeks. “You—you said you have it all figured out?”

Throwing it back to him is the right call because now he’s excited. “You’re stayin’ in Vegas, honey.” He says it so matter-of-factly that you want to believe him, but you don’t understand.

Your heart drops into your stomach, as if you are plummeting down a roller coaster, the feeling where fear and excitement meet. “Elvis, you’re not making any sense. If I stay in Vegas, Jack is gonna want to know why, and I certainly can’t say I’m here for you. And I’m pretty sure Jack doesn’t particularly want me here, anyways,” you say with distain.

“Jack’s got his fuckin’ head wedged so far up his ass, he can’t see straight,” Elvis says, blatantly annoyed. “Don’t you worry ‘bout him.”

Don’t worry about him? He’s my husband! You almost say it, then think better of it, not wanting to get into that right now. Plus, you are curious as to this solution Elvis has miraculously come up with.

“Baby, remember the other night when you’s was tellin’ me you’re unhappy, that you don’t know where you belong, what your purpose is?” he says, practically bouncing.

You nod. How could you forget? That’s what started this all in the first place.

“Well, I figured it out. You belong here, with me, with us,” he says, beaming, taking your hand in both of his. You can feel him vibrating with energy.

“Wait, what…? Us? Who’s us?” you say, utterly confused.

“Us, the show. We’ve been talkin’ about needin’ someone to sing the high voice parts, along with the Sweet Inspirations. And it just came to me, after you were singin’ in the shower. It’s you. Of course, it’s you. Now you have a reason to stay. We get to be together, and the show will have a new member. It’s perfect.” His excitement is palpable, he’s nearly glowing with it.

Oh, this man is outta his goddamned mind. You shake your head, shock and fear like ice in your veins. “Elvis, do you not remember me telling you how terrified I am of singing in front of people? I could barely sing in front of you without having a meltdown!” you practically shriek, dousing his elation.

“Hey, there’ll be none of that!” Elvis raises his voice at you, eyes darkening. It’s not a yell, but it’s stern as hell, and you realize that Elvis probably doesn’t like having his “good idea” shot down before it’s barely out of his mouth. His change in demeanor shakes you enough to calm down a little. You know him well enough to know his mood can change on a dime, and you don’t think you can handle that on top of your own panic right now. You force yourself to take a long, deep breath.

“I’m not sayin’ you’re gettin’ up on stage with me tomorrow, honey, but I am sayin’ that maybe you need a little trainin’ to prepare you for the possibility that it could happen. And that trainin’ needs to happen here, in Vegas, with a vocal coach I already got comin’ in,” he explains more gently.

You are starting to understand what he’s getting at, and your fear abates a little. He’s not saying you’re joining the band (yet), but if you are training for it, whether it happens or not, you have a reason to stay.

“Now, I know you love music, baby, I know it in my bones cuz I see it in you, always have, plain as day. Maybe this is that purpose you’ve been lookin’ for. It’s kismet, I’m tellin’ you, honey, all this happenin’, here at once. You and me. Us needin’ another singer. Even Jack bein’ a dipshit. Can’t you see, baby? It’s meant to be,” he says fervently, holding onto your shoulders, his eyes wild with passion. He’s so enthusiastic, it’s hard to not be swept up with him.

It's meant to be…

You nod, letting him pull you along down this road. You do love music. You have been searching for something, a purpose. And you’d get to be here with him, not thousands of miles away, being sad and lonely in Memphis. What do you have to lose?

A lot, a voice counters. This is a bad idea.

You quash that voice, wanting to believe in this as much as Elvis does. As scared as you are of how out of control he makes you feel, how your feelings for him (and his for you) terrify you, you know that the stifling sadness of your old routine is slowly draining the life out of you.

If nothing else, Elvis makes you feel alive.

“Okay,” you whisper.

Elvis beams. “Really? Okay?” he asks.

“Okay, I’ll try it. I’ll work with your coach. But I can’t promise I’ll be any good or even be able to get up there,” you add pointedly.

You have to give him credit, though, because the more you think about it, the more genius the idea becomes. It could actually work in terms of your relationship, whatever it may be. But more importantly, the thought of doing something with music, something outside yourself, is enticing.

“That’s okay, we’ll just take it one step atta time,” he says, ecstatic. He grabs your cheeks and kisses you. “I just want you to be happy, baby. I wanna make you happy.”

God, he says it with such fervor, such sincerity, that you can’t help but be enveloped in it with him. The fact that anyone out there has your happiness at the forefront of their mind is amazing to you, much less it being Elvis Presley. And he seems to believe in you in a way you haven’t even believed in yourself in a very long time.

And that does make you happy.

Even if it scares the hell out of you.

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What happened at world's??? I'm not up to date 😭

LMAOOO WHAT DIDN'T????

Ok brief summary of every disciplinne which will end up long so

MEN:

Boyang messed up so much in the SP he didn't even get to the free. To quote his coach Brian "I don't even know what that was." My boy obviously thinks that the men need to flop in every city starting with M... Milano 2018, Montreal 2024.... let's hope he keeps that mindset for worlds and olympics because they are also in Milano

Junhwan also flopped in the SP, but not as much thank skating gods! He did better in the fs but I really didn't get anything from his programs this season anyways so I wasn't as devastated as I would be let's say with any prev season's fuck up

Kao also flopped SP missing the combo because of the 4T attempt. Absolutely magnificent opening 4S, best of the SP event! He attacked some titans in the FS but got eaten immediately by 4Lo and 4S

Shoma finally listened to me telepathically and flopped the free

Jason was overscored as fuck, he should not have been above Deniss in any segment but he has the american money. However, he did serve.

Have to mention Nikolaj Memola having a very solid senior worlds debut!!!

Ilia uuuh got the world record in the FS, 227 something and now he's going viral and how I feel about it is 😐 The 4A was magnificent, and yeah yeah he can jump and yeah it's a Succession program but PLEASE WATCH SOMEONE WHO'S ACTUALLY DOING FIGURE SKATING! One can only wonder what's next? A quint? A quad-quad combo? Because he did everything else and I doubt he'll decide to get some skating skills

Donovan was absolutely stellar! And the audience loved him!

The epic highs (Romsky SP) and epic lows (Romsky FS) - as usual

Deniss went clean (if we don't count popping the opening quad in the FS) in both SP and FS. His SP is a religious experience, and he's skating to Hallelujah exactly how Leonard Cohen would have wanted. 100% worth watching (costume deduction for showing tits is soooo funny). He also did a mad thing and debuted a new free st worlds. I was sad to see Blues Deluxe go and very sceptic about Lion King, that's junior music to me but IT WAS STUNNING and I hope he keeps it for the next season so I can see it live in Zagreb

Yuma... GOD!!!!!! He is right now THE best skater we have in this disciplinne. Carolina Costner is doing wonders for his skating skills. And somehow this was meant to be a recovery season. Meanwhile he blew everyone else out of the water. Yuma is definitely worth getting into figure skating. Two stunning programs, some textbook jumps, mind-blowing performance ability and just lovely skating skills

Adam was probably the definition of men singles skating event. 19th in the sp, everyone despaired about him... because you know, there's no hope for Boyang but there is some for Adam? And boy was there hope!!! He goes clean in the FS, does a fucking banned backflip which I am not a fan of, probably thinking "fuck it I did an amazing program but from 19th I have no chance to medal anyways so I'll just do this instead" so he takes 2 deductions. And medals. Biggest jump placement wise in history of the sport. Sooo then fucking Benoit who is already delusional about his choreo skills goes and says how he wants to create choreo so revolutionary that could potentially get him banned. My dude, you should have been banned a long time ago for Kaori's I love being a woman free at least...

WOMEN:

Tbh they were in the middle of the night for me and since men singles is my fave disciplinne it's also the only one I'd stay awake for so... not much to say here. Sorry. But there wasn't any insane drama I think, the results did take me out in the SP, but it ended up pretty nice in the end

I did see Kaori and while her programs are far from my favourites this season I am 100% convinced that girl could sell me anything. The highlight of both her performances, apart from how insanely well she did to come back from 4th to win overall in the FS, was her reaction to a botched Lutz landing in the SP. Her SP is also dedicated to her niece and nephew and it's so soft. Also imagine in a few years a teacher asks kids to say a fun fact about themselves in the first class and this kid gets up and says uuuh my aunt won her 3rd consecutive world title with one of the programs being about me being born. THE FLEX!

I only got to see Hana's FS in real time and I have made an entire post about Shakuhachi so please go watch that if you haven't, it's a masterpiece. Koo Koo Fun is also a masterpiece in some other aspects! Also go watch that! I think she did an amazing job for a kid at her first worlds in her first senior season.

Mone WHAT A COME BACK IN THE FREE!!! Which rip... I like her SP more, but definitely also chek out the Sendai baby Mone if you haven't

I've seen Amber's FS, the only clean 3A of the evening. I really hope she can one day pull off a completely clean free one day

Young had an epic performance in the SP, that StSq is just cheff's kiss. I didn't catch her FS but uhhh I also don't really want to hurt myself so I won't even try to look for it

Chaeyeon sadly has a Benoit abomination for her FS, her SP is also by Benoit but she sells it so well. I say this about her FS because quite frankly it's the FS that got her the medal.

PAIRS:

Deanna and Maxime. That's it that's what you need to know about pairs. She is a superstar, they did an Interview With the Vampire free with stunning costumes. Their SP was a firecracker! Deanna is the oldest woman ever to win the gold in figure skating, and she should be THE inspiration to all little girls trying out the sport thinking that it's just a few years of fame. You can be 40 and winning gold in your home city!

Riku and Ryuichi did so well considering they are coming back from an injury and they brought back Woman (2020-21 and 2021-22 FS). Silver was very much very well deserved

I think the only other team I remember leaving an insane impression on me were Hocke/Kunkel in the SP, absolutely fucking robbed.

Pairs was overall the best disciplinne and you should watch it, I didn't have time to see any free skates except for SD/D and M/K so that's about what I can say about the event

ICE DANCE:

Head in hands, this used to be a disciplinne where you go to therapy (skating skills) after the horrors (jump fests)

Chock/Bates won which is a fucking joke because the only thing they have going for them is the fact that Madison is hot and that can be a distraction once or twice, but not at every fucking competition and not at worlds. When will they retire?

Piper and Paul were stunning, their programs are always either a hit or a miss no inbetween and this season they are a HIT! Especially the Wuthering Heights FD you should see it! They won the free, but Skate Canada forgot to homecook in the RD so they got silver overall

Charlene and Marco have the campiest RD this season but it works!!! The only superheros I am willing to watch on my screen, marvel wishes it's characters had what these two do. Their FD is also really nice. LOVED Barb's interview where she said Madison and Evan are slow af lol, but rip she was so confident about G/F placing above G/P and then bam bronze

LALA THE TRUE WORLD CHAMPIONS! Absolutely stunning and fun RD to Thriller with Zachary actually being the main character. It's also my mom's favourite ice dance program of the season overall! And then you have a complete change of emotion and tone in their Roses FD which is just soft and elegant and she is literally dressed in flower petals. They showed so much variety and growth this season. It's a program made to be adored, and their skating offers so much quality. RD is passionate and mindblowing, FD is enchanting seamless. If ice dance was a real sport they would be the world champions!

Christina Carreira and Anthony Ponomarenko in strong contention for my fave RD this season. I am probably a bit biased becasue it's Stevie Nicks. They had an amazing glo up this season imo. Their FD offers a lot of intense character projections: obsession, possessiveness. Choreo is intricate, it's a very tasteful program. Someone on here said we should have more programs about murder after their performance and I couldn't agree more. ALSO Scott and Madison in the K&C!!!!!!

You can barely guess that Lim/Quan are a first season senior couple. They managed to make me watch Let's Go Crazy without sighing about how much I miss Yuzuru. Insanely hot in that program. Their Umbrellas are also in my top 3 free dances this season. Amazing performances at their first senior worlds

Ok I'm only gonna mention absolute delight and theatrics that Pirihara bring on the ice. Such a unique Chicago presentation! I can't wait to see what they plan to do next season.

#lmao i have more ice dancers to comment on but this is too long #also i started answering this and then forgot about it rip #figure skating #worlds 2024

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wilbursprincess · 3 months

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wilbur x theatre partner??

Wilbur With An Actor Partner

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None <3

Another slay from @loserconfirmed! I’m not a big fan of musicals in general, but my old high school friends always acted in the ones at our school, so I’d go watch them out of more obligation than like for musicals or the friends :’) I know Wilbur’s a big Hamilton fan… (don’t cancel me y’all) but I didn’t like it very much when I saw it… sorry to any stans! But I don’t judge people for what they enjoy, and some of the songs were somewhat catchy, and I enjoyed writing these headcannons :)

Headcannons below cut!

~Helps you memorize your lines, reading the other parts so you can practice.

~Pulls all-nighters next to you if you’re working on costumes or set design!

~Front row for all your performances. All of them. Hasn’t missed a single one.

~After the show, always comes to meet you, pretending to be a lovestruck fanboy and making you giggle.

~”Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you, I’ve come to all your performances and I’m your biggest fan” type of shit <3

~Enthralled by your acting skills, how well you take each role!

~If you act in a musical, your singing voice absolutely blows him out of the water.

~Learns all your songs just to duet them with you, as “practice”

~Brags about your performances to everyone, from his bandmates to fans he meets on the street.

~All the playbills from your shows are displayed in frames in his office <3

~Sends photos and videos of you on stage to practically his entire contacts list.

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x gender neutral reader #wilbur headcanons #wilbur #wilbur mcyt #mcyt x gender neutral reader #mcyt headcannons #mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff #mcyt #princesshcs

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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months

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Finding out Tom Holland did ballet and gymnastics and how it affected how he could act as spiderman was an absolute game changer for me. My eyes had been opened.

Like, yeah, spiderman would be phenomenal at performance sports like that. He'd be AMAZING. More than that, do you know how insanely fun it is to bend and flip and stretch??

Spiderman is famous for being a speed/flexibility build, rather than tanky like so many other high ranking heroes. Instead of the normal super speed/strength/durability/energy blast powerset, he has stuff like super balance, or super agility. He's small and light, bendy and strong, fast and precise.

More than that, he could be interested in learning the performance sports. They teach ways to move and hold your body in ways sparring or katas can't, and once he's progressed far enough with his fighting skills I can definitely see him turning towards the movement side of things - also a very important part of his skillset in comparison to the average hero's.

Listen:

youtube

Hnnnng spiderman doing a collab/solo performance with a company out of absolutely nowhere (he's been practicing and training religiously for weeks and months and years) and it gets a huge audience/huge views and yeah everyone expects good things but he just blows it out the water. Jjj has no context to build on. He watches it several times and the worst thing he can say is about spiderman setting the bar too high and making other performers feel bad (those in the know who helped him train got tickets to see it live specially).

#On the downside he's probably horrendous at ice skating. The instinct to stick means he keeps overshooting #With his balance and core strength he'd be just as good but nooo he keeps going to stick and going flying instead XD #I'm not talking about the boy roles btw he's out here on pointe. He's in the Zone.#Him and spider gwen would get on like a house on fire but I picture mj in the male lead lol.#No way she doesn't work out enough to lift that twink #spidey #spiderman #Course you could put anyone you ship in that role but mj in a suit yes please #marvel spiderman #peter parker #Youtube

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stxrrynxghts · 6 months

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Arjun's pain

Arjun is a character who can be considered the hero of the Mahabharata. He is the 3rd Pandava, yet his line continues to rule over Hastinapur. As a person, Arjun is someone who has lost a lot, when you go down the line.

He is not just naturally gifted, but he strives to be the best, or more accurately, do his best. He is everyone's favorite, reasonably so. But his personal life is marred with tragedies.

He lost his father at a very young age, as well as his step mother Madri. Since Arjun grew in her presence, I am assuming that she and he must have been close. After this, when they arrive in Hastinapur, Arjun got attached to Bhishma, and later on, Drona, his guru.

Drona did not favor Arjun, or grant him special skills, this is a misconception. He would be giving extra lessons to Ashwatthama, and Arjun would finish off his tasks early and attend these special lessons as well.

There is a story how Drona gave Arjun a pot with a hole, and Ashwatthama a pot with a wider mouth, so that Ashwatthama could fill water more quickly and arrive back earlier, but Arjun would use Varunastra and return at the same time. There are various instances on how Arjun saved Drona, and received a divyastra in return. He was clearly the best of all his students.

Events like Bhima being poisoned and Lakshagriha must have hurt the Pandavas, who probably did not expect their cousins to take their rivalry to this extent. Arjun spent 12 years in self imposed exile, and some years after he returned, they had to go to exile once again.

The war was something that damaged Arjun greatly, as he lost almost everyone dear to him. Bhishma and Drona, who he respected and loved a lot, died in front of him. Many of their allies were his friends as well, and seeing them die must have hurt him. His sons Iravan and Shrutakarma, as well as his nephews, the rest of the Upapandavas and Ghatotkacha perished in the war as well.

The biggest blow, however, for Arjun, was Abhimanyu's death. Abhimanyu was Arjun's favorite son, clearly. Arjun absolutely adored that boy, and he wouldn't have expected his death. Arjun had made sure that Abhimanyu stayed nearby, on all the other days of the war. He went an extra mile to ensure his protection.

The motive of the Kauravas in forming the chakravyuha was to capture Yudhishthira, not kill Abhimanyu, however Drona said that he would surely kill one of the Pandava Maharathis that day. Arjun was specifically driven away, and Abhimanyu entered the chakravyuha formed by 11 akshauhinis, all alone. It was a magnificent feat, and a death trap. Abhimanyupur, in present day Haryana, is a town where the chakravyuha was formed, so you can see how big it must have been.

Abhimanyu was in a very bad shape by the time he was dead. Arjun fainted after hearing about his death. He was angry at Jayadratha, but it is beyond my comprehension why he was not angry at Drona, Ashwatthama, Kripa, who were people he respected. These people were more responsible than Jayadratha for Abhimanyu's death, and yet Arjun is respecting them, idk how-

Arjun performed a marvelous feat in anger, he wiped out 7 akshauhinis of the Kaurava army without a divine weapon within a time span of 12 hours, and killed Jayadratha.

Arjun lost a lot in life, and by the time his end was near, he had lost someone even more dearer to him, Krishna.

Arjun spent most of his life in the forest. He sacrificed and lost a lot, yet he is termed as someone who got everything because he was supported by Krishna. If there is someone in the Mahabharata who deserves rightful recognition, then it is him.

#mahabharat #mahabharata #arjun #opinions

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girlwifteef · 1 year

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"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summery: You and Kirk are talking and clear the air of any awkwardness on why you’re so shy and bond :P (fluff, fluff, fluffy, fluff.) (also not proof read)

TW: Alcoholism, mentions of drugs, name calling, anxiety, language.

PT 3

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

Your conversation migrated back to the kitchen where you both are now sitting opposite from each other on the counter top drinking water.

“I knew you guys were before I came here.” you embarrassingly admitted. It is an every day that you meet a famous band. You were shocked you were going through telling Kirk this, but here you are. “ as you can see, I have a great taste in music.” You jokingly boast pointing to your shirt. The only way you knew how to hide your anxiety was to laugh your way out of the situation.

Kirk left at your sarcasm, “Yep, I’m well aware.”

“I’ve been reading about you guys too. Listening to the music was awesome but I like reading what makes up the band, you know?”

Kirk quickly agrees with you, “Yeah absolutely! I do the same thing with music and movies. But why didn’t you say you were a fan?”

They were it was. The question you were dreading the whole night, “why are you so quiet?” you thought, “does she speak?” there is no denying you had social anxiety, but you didn’t like having to blow out about it when someone decided it was a problem. You didn’t want it to be anybody’s business because you’re the one who has the problem. You have several lines you have picked out when the situation in springs itself onto you. Most of them, being sarcastic, rude, and snarky with a dash of smart ass. But you knew now that you wanted to be honest with the guy you like. “ Well, I have some anxiety when I’m at parties, which is a big reason I don’t go to them, Beck does, though, all the time.” You say, trying to keep your voice loud enough so Kirk can hear you but quiet enough that other people can’t.

Kirk understandably nods, taking a mental note that you don’t like party’s. “I know it doesn’t seem like it but I don’t like being around people all that much either.”

You blink at his words, “But you’re a performer. You’re constantly on stage in front of thousands of people.”

“Yeah, but the talking part is my downfall.”

You tilt your head back while making an “ooo” sound. “Well, you’re not doing too bad right now.”

He chuckled catching your tone, “Heh, thanks. I could say the same. Could.” He smirked.

You let out a laugh, “Wow. Thank you so much Kirk, my anxiety is cured.” Lightly nudging his leg with your foot, you realize what song started to play. “Hey I know how to play this song!” You yelled over a very loud version of “The Trooper”.

Kirks eye were as wide as saucers, “You play?!” He asked, shocked and impatient waiting for your answer.

You nod quickly, “yeah on my guitar!”

Hearing this, Kirk wasted no time jumping from the counter, taking your hand and pulling you out of the kitchen. “Whoa, whoa, slow down! Where are we going!?” You laughed as Kirk and you ripped through the swinging doors and b-lining for the stairs. Barely missing the people you both were zipping passed

“You’ve got to be the coolest fucking chick here. I’m gonna show you something.” He said taking two at a time up the stairs. You never read anything saying Kirk had agility, you were impressed.

You quickly pushed the thought away as Kirk had almost run into someone as you approached the top of the stairs. “Holy hell Kirk, slow down! You’re gonna kill someone!” You cackle as you hear a faint apology leave him.

By shear luck, you both make it to the top of the stairs in one piece. You catch Beck’s curious eyes. “Don’t mind us!” Kirk yelled, whilst everyone now minding us. Not knowing in the moment how to respond to Beck, you shrug your shoulders as Kirk pulls you out of sight.

-Earlier after Beck’s chat with Lars:

Lars plopped down onto the couch with Beck sitting in the love seat across from him. “Beck I swear we were just having fun- Ow!” James and Cliff look up from the conversation they were having.

Beck cut off Lars’ statement by chucking a pillow at him. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, I told you that she doesn’t drink like that and it wouldn’t help.” She yelled pointing her finger in an accusing way at Lars, in result made him sink lower in to the seat.

“What the hell did you do now Lars?” James asked shooting a questioning look over to his friend. Lars opened his mouth to defend himself but was quickly interjected by Beck, “You’re drummer got my best friend drunk because he thought she “needed it”. You don’t know how she get when she’s drunk! It can be a serious hand full sometimes.”

“Dude it’s not like I drugged her!” Lars spat.

“I don’t fucking know that!” Beck fired back.

“Well I’m sure she’s fine now, Kirk’s got her downstairs, so could you both please. Chill the fuck out.” Cliff supplied, quieting the “brats” of the group as Kirk put it one day. Beck and Lars gave each other a glare before sulking quietly in their seats.

“Do you guys want to play Gin or do you wanna continue hating each other?” James asked. Beck gave a final look to Lars as Beck sighed and got out of her seat to play. Lars following suit and ironically, forcing to sit next to her. “Okay,” James began. “We all know how to play yes?” Beck, Cliff, and Lars all nod. “Great, Cliff you’re on my team.”

“What? Why do I have to be stuck with her!” Lars whined, like a child.

Beck whipped her head towards him and scoffed, “Fuck you, deal with it!” She yelled.

Lars shook his head and brought his elbows to the table so his arms could hold his head up. “Let’s just play.” He said admitting defeat which gave Beck a small sense of pride.

“So, it’s regular Gin but each set you make your opponent has to take a shot, for each run you make your opponent has to take a double shot.” James explained. They all nodded and began to play with Lars passing the 10 cards on either side of the table. It’s not even halfway through the first round when James knocks on the table.

“Fuck already?” Beck asked, not believing they’ve already gotten their cards sorted out.

“What do you wanna do now?” Lars asked Beck, there really wasn’t much they could do at this point, they barely had a set and the run they were trying to make looked pitiful.

“Well throw that one away and let’s see what we get.” Lars nodded and did what he was instructed. The card he pulled didn’t work in their favor.

Lars lowered his head, “Fock.” And Beck agreed. They knocked indicating they were done and they all laid their cards out. You couldn’t believe the luck Cliff and James had. Two sets and a run.

James grabbed the vodka and two shot glasses, “Read’ em and weep ladies. Time to drink.”

Smirnoff, Beck thought, of course. Lars and her both let out a defeated grumble as the reached for the glasses. Cliff poured the first, “Whoa, whoa, easy!” Beck held up a hand but Cliff stopped when he felt like it. Lars sighed with Beck and tapped the glass on the table before forcing the liquor down their throats.

Lars put his glass down first, “This was more fun earlier.” He pouted. Beck elbowed him as Cliff poured another tall one. This one was downed then two more, taking their punishments like champs they set their glasses down.

“Okay, again. This time we’re gonna win.” Beck stated catching her breath with Lars agreeing. James set it up and Cliff dealt the cards. Drone then on the game went like that back and forth. Soon, they were all too tipsy to even remember the game’s name and Beck completely forgetting her best friend down stairs.

“Ha! A red Ace!” Lars yelled drunkenly, “Go Fish!” Everyone laughed out loud.

“You fucking idiot, this is Black Jack!” James snorted, reaching to smack Lars and Becks cards.

Beck was pulled from the conversation when she heard what sounded like a stampede of buffalos up the stairs. “What the fuck?” She said turning her attention towards who was at the stairs. Her eyes were darting back and forth, struggling to stay on a still object. Oh, it’s Y/N, she thought. Why was she being dragged by someone who looks like Kirk?

“Don’t mind us!” Beck heard. She saw you shrug and disappear. “Well, ok then.” Lars said and everyone started laughing again as Beck hadn’t realized they had caught everyone’s attention. Beck went back to conversing with the group as her subconscious mind reassured her you were ok and with Kirk.

END OF PART 3!!!!!

A/N: Um let’s pretend that I didn’t just ignore everyone for half a year 👀. I hope you enjoyed, I’m currently working on Dave stuff so tell me what you want to read. Smut is iffy for me but if you request I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you sm for being this unbelievably patient.❤️❤️

Tag-list: @mybloodyvalentine09 , @lunesispunk , @kirkslov3r

#kirk hammett #cliff burton #heavy metal #james hetfield #lars ulrich #metallica #kirk hammett x fem!reader #kirk x you #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #metallica x reader #metallica x you

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bellshazes · 18 days

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I was going to reply on your post about C vs CC distinction but I couldn't, so I hope you don't mind me asking here - my brain wasn't cooperating today so I was struggling to read it and comprehend it properly as written. But does it basically boil down to the fact that it's difficult to create a distinction between what's considered "character" vs "creator" in the digital medium Minecraft offers for storytelling? That there's no real way to draw a distinction between "this PERSON did this in the game" and "this CHARACTER did this in the story's world" because it's told on a platform and in a way that makes it hard to find a non-fuzzy divide, and that we shouldn't necessarily try to find that line anyway? Basically that - when it's so hard to define canon when "canon" is influenced by the person both on and beyond the screen, and interactions between "characters" are often colored by the creators behind them, and when the story being told is never really fully concrete anyway, it's just...better and, honestly, more fun to just enjoy the nondefinable art form for what it is? Because if that's what you're saying, I wholeheartedly agree. ^^

When the story's medium is a sandbox game, it's much more fun to interpret canon and its connected fanon as a sandbox too, something malleable and formable and explorable in a flexible way that doesn't rely on defined boundaries to be enjoyed. It's sand. You can make a solid sandcastle for a while, but eventually the water that packed it together dries and the wind blows and things shift again, because that's what sand does. Just - let sand be sand. :3

(And if I've totally misinterpreted then I apologize, it's been a long day and like I said, my brain's not cooperating hah.)

~ Pixie

I definitely didn't get back to my original point in that rambling reblog, so I think you've gotten what I was trying for up until the idea that the SMP Thing is nondefinable. I really struggle articulating this all the time and people often do take it the way you have, so it's a failure of explanation on my part...

It's not resolvable into a single truth, but currently the dominanf response to that is to throw the baby out with the bathwater and say if there is no canon, everything is equally true no matter what the text says, because the text is as (un)real and unknowable as my own imagination. I comprehend that this is very fun and believe this approach has absolutely no moral valence. often this evolves into annoying (imo!) fandom standards that become quasi-canonical due to sheer popularity in the group sandbox but whatever.

However my patented peter bellshazes perfect world involve not this kind of overwriting being a dominant fandom mode, but people taking the lack of One Single Master Story all other pieces fit into as a joyous invitation to pick apart all the threads on their own and how they relate without forcing them into anything and seeing them more clearly. It's to me like the difference between trying to force jigsaw puzzle pieces to fit that are from different boxes and - I don't know, like a complex 3D sculpture that is one object but portrays different images at every angle its viewed from. And people discovering that instead of taking photographs to find the One True Angle in 2D, walking around to examine the previously unstudied backside.

that's abstract but in practice it means like... idk treating it more like a vivisection. I love taking different perspectives apart as standalones, and also interrelating them, but finding joy and spaces to explore and discuss and feel through in those individual examinations, and not forcing them to make sense in some master truth. It makes me appreciate different approaches to the medium more, how tone and technique contribute beyond C!Cubito Is This Trait or whatever. I like it when people articulate if we think about THIS event and how it was shown in THIS way (in terms of acting/performance, editing, cuts made or not made, ) then the story is like this and what's in the gaps or what if it extended or what would it have looked like if different choices were made from a craft perspective or how does that contrast with or contextualizes a different series or scenario. throwing nothing out but never looking for a grand unified theory of truth.

Again no moral valence but i just feel like maybe if I can articulate my brand of fandom joy people might want to give it a try! and I genuinely appreciate people who care enough to try and parse what the hell I'm getting at bc it's almost always only when I try and answer questions that I feel like I get better at explaining what I was trying to say, so!

#mc meta

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white-weasel · 3 months

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Saw IV and V thoughts after my Saw Saturday movie viewing experience last night:

Really glad we got some new characters introduced into the series. It breathed a lot of life into things I feel like

Finally got to meet Hoffman and Strahm let’s gooooo! I knew that these were popular characters and honestly they did not disappoint

I cannot believe that John Kramer ate a fucking tape before dying. My friend and I were discussing how he did that so cleanly without gagging or choking and our only explanation is that he’s a throat goat

Rigg’s whole trial was rough man, but it was actually very interesting. Basically “You’re obsessed with saving everyone, so the only way you can win this gauntlet (and save your friends) is to let it go.” I think that this series of traps was MUCH more well done than the series of traps Jeff went through in 3 and they also did each feel like they were testing different aspects of the same “sin” so to speak.

Favorite of those trial traps was probably the one with the husband and wife and them being impaled. I thought it was clever in its theme and its conceit. Sometimes I look at some of these saw traps and go “okay so somebody just thought of the most fucked up thing they could for the shock value” but this was not one of those so I enjoyed that

The iceblock trap though? Amazing idea and execution on that shit. Just the concept of a melting block of ice slowly hanging someone while that melted ice water fills a pool that will eventually touch another person, thereby electrocuting them because there’s a current running through the pool? Very very cool. Plus the added mechanism that kills you if someone (Rigg) walks through the door. Very scary but very good

The puppet still makes me laugh. Him just sitting on the chair before (unfortunately) blowing up at Perez got me. My friend is convinced that I need a little Saw puppet for my apartment now, though I think having the actual thing and seeing it irl might freak me out

Not sure I *needed* to learn more about John’s past before his diagnosis and his descent into becoming Jigsaw, but I also didn’t absolutely hate it. I liked getting to see his ex wife at least and get an insight into his interpersonal relationships

I’m 50/50 split if I like John’s first victim being someone who personally wronged him and ruined his life. On the one hand, I think it does great to kinda show his own hypocrisy in all of this. He says it’s not emotional and these traps are meant to save his victims, and he does at least give him a way out, it did not seem like he really wanted to reform him and that’s interesting to me. On the other hand, I don’t think the movie presents this action or putting him in the trap this way so??? Yeah

My new motto for these movies is “If I don’t see you get murked on screen, you’re still alive somewhere.” Because I was *positive* Eric was dead before they revealed him, but, well, he’s certainly dead now I guess lol

The reveal this movie that it was all taking place at the same time as 3 and that Hoffman is Jigsaw’s apprentice was amazing. Absolutely brilliant, no notes at all

I really liked how Saw 4 and 5 basically felt like a TV show in that they were very obviously meant to be viewed together/feel like one continuous story. I’m assuming that production wise the studio knew that they had 4 and 5 guaranteed so they could leave some stuff for the next movie which I appreciated

(I’m assuming they knew they were at least getting a 6 too because we didn’t get any answers for what was in that box Jill got 👀)

Hoffman carrying that little girl out of the warehouse and being like “We were the only survivors :((“ only for Strahm to get wheeled out on the gurney literally seconds afterwards was so funny

Speaking of, I can’t believe Hoffman didn’t take Strahm’s pen from out of his pocket during the water cube trap. He took all his other stuff but it’s weird he overlooked that. Granted, I doubt that he knew that Strahm would perform a tracheotomy on himself but wow

I liked the backstory we got with Hoffman and how he came to know Jigsaw. The idea of a copycat killer designing his own “trap” but it really just being a way to murder someone he wants revenge on was marvelous. Then the whole part with John kidnapping him and teaching him his ways was also cool

(Hoffman tied up with the shotgun nestled right underneath his neck? Unfortunately kinda hot)

The trap gauntlet for the five people was fine. The first trap I was like “oh my god he’s telling you to all work together! Just go get your keys one by one or have someone get their key, unlock, and then get the next person’s after they’re unlocked” at least for that one though I can see why they panicked. The second one they had no excuses lol I literally said out loud “you can definitely fit at least two people in a cubby hole”. That one seemed sooo obvious, too obvious to at least not give it a try. I didn’t totally hate the set up though, just moreso me getting mad at horror movie characters lmao

And I get Hoffstrahm now lmao. Saw IV I was like “? They barely interacted what’s this?” And then we got the whole cat and mouse game in Saw V and went “Oh yup. There it is. Theres the dynamic.” Especially with the whole glass coffin bit at the end

Speaking of the glass coffin I loved that scene. Just the wasy Strahm shoves Hoffman into the coffin and you can see Hoffman start to gloat and taunt Strahm from behind the glass because he’s sealed his own fate? Amazing. No notes. I did have to look away at the end of the trap though because watching the Saw movies has taught me I cannot handle broken bones, especially when they are very prominent. As soon as I saw Strahm start pushing on the walls I went “I know where this is going” and dutifully turned my head away

Anyways Hoffman is an interesting new antagonist! I’m curious what’s gonna happen next in this little murder soap opera. Honestly, I hope that Agent Perez gets out of the hospital and fucks up Hoffman. She finds out that Strahm is supposedly Jigsaw, goes “wtf no I could never believe that” and starts trying to pursue the real killer

Current Saw movie ranking (giving this because I gave it to my friend after discussing Saw V and my thoughts on the franchise overall)

Saw (The og and the goat, don’t think anything will really topple this one. I was glued to the screen the entire time and loved how this one really focused on Adam and Lawrence, the people in the trap, rather than the killer himself. I feel a lot of future installments lack compelling trap victims which is kinda a shame)

Saw V (I liked the story of Hoffman in this and the cat and mouse between Hoffman and Strahm a lot)

Saw IV (This was a really well done trap gauntlet for the main portion of the plot and the ending reveal was so awesome. Lots of adrenaline pumping for this one, but it did get lowered because I’m still meh on a lot of the John Kramer additional backstory stuff atm)

Saw II (Saw II gave me so many issues ranking it because the final reveal was PHENOMENAL but the main game portion didn’t always work for me. I did like the idea of Eric’s game of just having to wait out the clock but I kinda count that as being a part of the final reveal and thus it can’t elevate the whole movie. There’s potential this and Saw IV could flip flop depending on my moods. This one just has higher highs but lower lows for me)

Saw III (I liked Amanda getting tested and the whole ending with the chain reaction of violence/death, but that’s about it. The main traps in this game did not do it for me, nor did the story connecting those traps. This one also just really felt that they needed to escalate the traps for escalation’s sake rather than to tell a compelling story, which I know is probably a dumb complaint for the gory trap horror franchise but idk I just didn’t like it)

#saw #saw franchise #saw series #sawposting #saw iv #saw v #white weasel talks #I scream about Saw

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atom-writings · 1 year

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(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Ballet Dancer S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N whoopsies this one is shorter sorry </3

Trigger Warning: Fem adjective used once, other than that none!

Alfred has never been one for the more traditional arts, but he can still appreciate the effort you put into your dancing!

He’s not gonna understand though. He’ll come to your performances and his only takeaway is “wow, you looked real pretty in that outfit :)”

But he’s still gonna go to every one of them. Very, very proud of you! Constantly showing you off and bragging about you.

Constantly reminding you to take care of yourself. He sees how hard it can be, and will do anything to make up for it.

Like Alfred, Arthur does not really understand ballet. But after watching you, he completely understands the appeal.

Frankly he wishes that the other dancers weren’t there. Watching you is absolutely entrancing, and everyone else is just a distraction!

Eventually, you’ll have to ask him to stop coming because he always brings way too many flowers for you-

He just can’t help but be overly supportive! He sees how much effort you put in, and it blows him away every time.

Francis would absolutely adore a ballet dancer S/O! Anyone whose in the arts immediately has his respect and admiration.

He acts like a soccer mom for you lmao. Bringing water, snacks, keeping track of your costumes, and always coming to every rehearsal and performance. It’s a little overbearing, but he’s just trying to show his support-

Shows you off SO MUCH. He just can’t stop gushing about how talented you are!

Yao loves all kinds of dance! Throughout history, he’s seen styles come and go, and whatever style you love, he’s totally in for.

Insists that you teach him everything you can about it, even if he can’t replicate it.

One of the only ones who knows how to act normal about. He’s very proud of you! But he won’t embarrass you about it.

He’ll take care of you after rehearsal if you ask, but he mostly gripes at you about taking care of yourself (like a dad would-)

Oh, Ivan would absolutely adore this! His country is known for ballet, so he’s always had a love for it. He’s ecstatic that you love it too!

VERY enthusiastic! He’s taken a few lessons himself, so he would love to get better with your guidance.

Comes to a lot of your rehearsals, just to admire you. He says it's to make sure you get home safe, but really he just loves watching you dance.

He knows how to act at performances, but his support is still a little overwhelming... he's just so crazy in love with you and everything you do!

Feliciano loves the arts, but ballet has always been a little confusing to him. He loves your performances, but most of it is lost on him.

That doesn’t mean he’s not willing to learn! And seeing how hard you work, he gains a new respect for the medium.

At every performance, he’s SO obnoxious. Cheering for you when it’s not appropriate, taking a million pictures, gushing about how well you did, telling everyone how perfect you did. It’s nice, but… wow.

Don’t worry though, he’ll pamper you once you get home.

Ludwig is going to be a little intimidated at first. In his mind, ballet dancers are the pinnacle of human aesthetics. And now he’s dating one? Oh boy…

But he’s very supportive! Goes to every single one of your performances, even if he doesn’t know the appropriate level of excitement he’s supposed to have at first.

He’s not an athlete in the same way you are, but he’d still love to exercise together! You two can teach each other some things. For you, strength, for him, endurance!

He doesn’t know much about ballet, but if it makes you happy, it makes him happy!

After he learns more about it, he might start engaging more. Coming to your rehearsals, helping with costumes, and stuff like that! He’s very supportive, but he struggles to tell you in words how much he admires you <3

But he does worry a lot about you wearing yourself out. He’ll take care of you after every rehearsal and constantly remind you to not push yourself too much.

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Mermaids

(Part One)

Part Two

Frankie Morales x Fem! Reader

Summary: After taking his daughter to a theme park, Frankie runs into a beautiful mermaid performer that he can't stop running into. Can they tread lightly or will they go off the deep end?

Rating: Explicit 18+ (All fluff for this chapter but there will be eventual smut)

Content: Pining, meet cutes, mermaids and Frankie endearingly singing terribly.

Word Count: 4K

A/N: After watching Triple Frontier, of course I went into Frankie Morales brainrot and have a full idea for a series now. Thank you so much to @heythere-mel for being my beta reader and encouraging me to write the fic! I hope you all enjoy part one!

Breathe, dive, somersault, wave, smile.

Some days were easy, some days you just had to remind yourself to do these five easy steps. You looked down at the tank in front of you, your brightly colored fins, the cavernous looking wall separating you from guests who had paid to come and see the spectacle of the mermaid. You took your first breath and felt the calm of the warm water greet you.

You knew graduate school was going to be difficult and expensive, so you figured why not suffer with a job that you do and could do well? You’d been swimming before you could walk and that skill had transferred into school teams, bathing suit tans and shiny trophies. As much as you enjoyed it, though, you knew the idea of being the female Michael Phelps wasn’t exactly your calling and that education was something you aspired for. But now that it was time to get through the last year and a half of your academic career, you figured this was the time to show off your skills.

You tried to get a job at the local Y as a swim instructor but they were unfortunately all booked up. The coach had given you a heads up on an opening for the new amusement park opening in town; they had an aquarium section where they needed underwater mermaid performers. Had you ever done something like that before? No, but was it an opportunity to live out your 6-year-old fantasy? Absolutely.

As much fun as working at an amusement park sounds, though, you’d had your experiences with terrors of families in the short time you were working there. Kids screaming at you, telling you what to do, their parents telling you what to do and then not stopping their children from attempting to throw things into the tank and having the audacity to get angry at your co-workers for calling security. People marveled you every day at this job, so every day you would come into work with excitement and ever-growing apprehension.

Diving into the water made you feel so at peace; it was where every thought and every voice was muted. As chaotic as the park could be, it was also so therapeutic to be able to do this every day. You waved to the small crowd gathering and rose to the surface, leaning onto the tank to wave and blow kisses.

“Daddy, look at the mermaids!!” You heard a sweet, tiny voice exclaim. Hearing kids so excited to see you and their faces illuminate was so rewarding; it was as if they had sprinkled some of the magic they believed in towards you and it fueled you through the day.

You turn to follow the little voice who exclaimed and see a tiny young girl with a cherubic young face and wavy curls cascading down her little body. She had a wide smile showing off two missing teeth, one in the top row, one at the bottom. She was bouncing her heels in her bright pink Crocs and tugging at her father’s sleeve.

“I see, I see!” He exclaimed. “Que linda!” He smiled up at you, a grin similar to his daughter’s without the missing teeth. He had crinkles in the corners of his eyes, his daughter’s energy radiating towards him and the two of you locked eyes. Of course you’ve seen dads that are easy on the eyes before but there was just something so sweet about the way he was looking at his daughter, anything that made her happy made him happy and he was currently looking at you with such awe and whimsy through his dark brown eyes you felt a bit exposed.

You gave your most extravagant smile and waved them over for a picture.

“Liliana, look!” The dad kneeled down to quietly ask his daughter, “Want to take a picture?”

Liliana squealed as she ran over to take a picture with you. “You’re so pretty!! Daddy, when I grow up can I be a mermaid with her?!” She asked in between pictures.

“Of course, sweetie. You’ll be the most beautiful mermaids of all.” He grinned behind his phone, giving you a knowing look. A coworker of yours took the father’s phone so all three of you could take a picture together.

“Can I be mermaids with you, please?” Liliana looked up at you, moving her body from side to side.

Unfortunately, part of the job was to stay silent; the manager didn’t love the idea of improvising and said it would give the “mystique” of the mermaid. You knew it was a load of crap, but you had to oblige. So you fervently nodded at Liliana as she squealed in excitement to her dad.

“Daddy, I wanna be just like her when I grow up!!” Liliana said to her dad, her dad smiled adoringly at her, a dimple exposed on the side of his face as he looked back at you. You felt your cheeks redden and luckily at that moment before he could see you blush, your coworker motioned for you do to an underwater picture and you dove in, smiling underwater as you could still see the little girl’s excitement vibrate even through the thick glass. They gathered their things, Liliana waving to you one more time as her father took her hand. You blew her a kiss and gave her a wave, her father mouthing “Thank you!” As they walked away.

Families like that are exactly why you took this job. The complete sparkle in that girl’s eye from seeing a mermaid and her dad’s infectious grin would get you through the next few hours in the tank. If all families were as sweet as they were, it would be a quicker, easier shift by far.

A few more hours in the tank went by quickly and it was time to head out for the night. You were convinced that the sweet father and daughter couple set the mood. Not everyone is so polite and nice and they set the precedent for the night. As a celebration for an easy shift you decided to hang out for a few; maybe grab a funnel cake and ride the Ferris wheel before heading home and hitting the books.

After grabbing a funnel cake, you’re in line for the Ferris wheel, playing catch up on texts when you hear a sweet, familiar voice behind you.

“Dad, I can’t wait to get all the way up to the top!”

“Are you so excited, baby? We’re gonna be on top of the world!!”

You turn around and there’s the sweet little girl and her ever patient father from the beginning of your shift right behind you. Your hair is still drying from the tank, with a tank top and shorts on and you’re sure you won’t be recognized, you’re sure they had a full day seeing all sorts of characters. When you briefly turned, you met eyes with her father. He gave you that every so adorable side smirk, nudging onto his daughter at his side as she looked at you with wide adoring eyes.

“Daddy, look!! It’s the pretty mermaid lady!!” Liliana exclaimed. You couldn’t help but smile back and then you remembered you were off the clock and you could talk to them.

“Hi!” You smiled at her, you looked at her dad apologetically. “Sorry for the lack of fins but — “

“Dad explained it to me.” Liliana said cooly, “you’re not a real mermaid, you just work for the real mermaids that can’t leave the ocean.”

You chuckled at her; she was clearly bouncing with energy and had so much to talk about which must’ve kept her dad active.

“I sure do! But that doesn’t mean you still can’t be a mermaid!” You kneeled down to her level as she opened her wide mouth, exposing the gaps between her baby teeth. “You wanna know the number one thing about being a mermaid? Always have fun!”

“And always wait to go back in the water after half an hour if you eat!!” Liliana said sternly, sounding like she was reciting something told to her over and over.

“We must have had this conversation about five times today,” her dad started. “She had a great time at the aquarium.”

“We saw all the animals!! We saw seals and sharks and turtles!” Lili exclaimed. “I wanted to see more mermaids, but daddy said we had a full day already and that we could always come back and we have to because I have to hear about your mermaid friends and how to be a mermaid!”

“Lili, I’m sure she doesn’t want to chat about her mermaid friends all night.” Frankie said.

“It’s really no problem at all! I mean if she’s going to be a mermaid at some point, she’s gotta know the ropes right?" You winked at Lili, her pink Crocs bouncing up and down as her dad grinned at you.

“Daddy I have to learn!! Can you ride with us on the Ferris wheel and tell me? Can we ride with her please, please, please?” Liliana squealed, her face going back and forth from you both.

He gave you a questioning look, to ask for confirmation, but you smiled at both of them and nodded. Why not? Their energy was so contagious and it would fit to end the night with their great energy as well.

“Well, if we’re going to be going to the top of the world together, we should know each other’s names. I’m Frankie and this is obviously my daughter Liliana.” Frankie extended his hand to yours to shake, it was calloused, rough and big.

Through the line it was mostly you and Frankie telling each other about yourselves; he was a private flight instructor, and this was his first time making it out to the park with Lili since it opened. You told him how long you had been at the park and how you were using this to go through grad school; he asked questions about your major, seeming genuinely interested in your studies.

Lili was too tired to interrogate you, the day seeming to catch up to her but once you had gotten on the Ferris wheel, her questions came through a streamline of renewed energy; What’s your favorite part about being a friend of a mermaid? Can you really breathe underwater? Do you know Ariel and Flounder? When can she become a mermaid?

Frankie kept looking across the passenger car, giving you apologetic glances at his daughter’s many questions but you really didn’t mind. She was incredibly sweet and full of such a contagious sparkle, you could see why whenever she smiled so did he.

At the top of the wheel Lili insisted on another picture with you, nestling next to you with her large toothy grin. You and Frankie continued to speak as Lili ogled outside of the car. He asked more about how you were working through a job like this and going through grad school and he would look at you in complete awe.

“Part-time jobs sure ain’t like they were at my age.” He joked. He was clearly older if you couldn’t already tell by the gray peppered into his speckled beard. He really was cute, constantly waving his hand through his wavy hair after taking off his worn out baseball cap. A strong face with such softness backing behind it. He looked rough around the edges, but it was clear Lili was his sweet spot. He had mentioned Lili’s mom, but all he had said was that Lili has several fish at her house. He was clearly single, but you also thinking this was a onetime occurrence, just an end of the night with an incredibly earnest father and daughter duo.

Once you got off of the wheel, Lili was clearly getting more tired than she had bargained for, dragging her feet along the dirt until Frankie scooped her up in his arms. You and Frankie continued to have a bit of small talk.

“Thank you again for the pictures and riding with us, you really didn’t have to. You completely made her day.” Frankie whispered over her.

“I promise you, you two ended up making my day. Believe it or not I rarely get families as sweet as this.” You said back to him, he tilted his head and smiled, almost studying you and you had that feeling of open vulnerability wash over you again.

“I should probably head home.” You blurted out. “But it was lovely to meet you both and I hope you come back soon.” You almost hated the way you sounded so automatic, so professional but you did genuinely want to see them again without it sounding too forward.

“You can count on it. I’d walk you to your car, but I promised Lili I’d get her a jacket at the gift shop.” Frankie smiled, how sweet to consider that. Liliana briefly climbed out of her father's arms to squeeze her little arms around you, promising she’ll come back soon for her mermaid lessons. You went your separate paths and turned around again to watch Frankie and Lili, her broad dad carrying her in his arms as she drifted to sleep. Frankie turned and you two briefly smiled at each other amongst the sea of people, he gave you a small wave and mouthed “See you soon”.

You sincerely hoped so.

“Oooh, dad!! Look another Barbie book!! Let’s get that one too!!“ Liliana exclaimed down a large aisle, stretched with children’s books as far as her eyes could see.

If there was any constant, he was glad to see in his childhood and his daughter’s it was the library. He grew up with his mother bringing him every week, his thirst for reading and knowledge growing by the day. Of course when he got older he was made fun of for it but it came in handy during the Army. He must’ve saved his buddies asses so many times during flight school and he was at the top of his class.

Liliana had that same drive to learn and explore so of course every Saturday they could together, he’d bring her to the library and check her out any book she wanted. That required her red Radio Flyer to wheel the books around and a lot of patience for his baby braniac.

“Oooh, dad what about Clifford?! And the Very Hungry Caterpillar?? Oooh and a mermaid book!! We can bring it to the park to show the pretty mermaid lady!!!”

“We can’t bring the books to the park, baby, they’ll get all wet.” Frankie quickly countered.

Lili had been talking about mermaids all week since they had visited the amusement park and seen you; the very sweet girl who had the patience for Lili’s many questions. Lili couldn’t stop talking about you; the way you swam, how pretty you were, she must’ve asked to see the pictures of you two together at least ten times. Frankie definitely didn’t disagree with how pretty you were, especially admiring the way you smiled and lit up when it came to Lili.

Frankie couldn’t wait to bring her back to see you but he also didn’t want to look creepy. A single dad dragging his kid around to see one specific mermaid performer? He didn’t even know when you worked next and he every time he thought about it there was that pang of regret. He needed to accept that maybe one day he’d see you again, but probably not anytime soon.

At some point, Lili was finally done trying to investigate every book in the children’s section to check out and Frankie tugged the much denser wagon up to checkout as Lili tried to make her way into the wagon with the books.

“Liliana…” Frankie lowered his voice but Lili just giggled and began swinging her legs off of the side of the Radio Flyer.

“Baby, you gotta be careful, I can’t wheel you with all of these books in the—“

And just like Frankie warned, the wagon tipped over at the front, Lili quickly jumping out and hiding behind Frankie as a few books flew out of the wagon. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Frankie moved to pick them up when someone started to help pick them up.

“Thank you so much, you really don’t—“ Frankie met eyes with you, grinning as you had the mermaid book in your hands. Lili called your name and ran to give you a big hug. You met eyes with Frankie as he gave you a small wave and a wink.

“I see the library is popular today!” You exclaimed. “I had to pick up some resources for a paper but it’s good to see some familiar faces.”

“Likewise.” Frankie smirked at you, crossing his arms and giving you a sight of his forearms in his short-sleeved shirt. Of course he had his baseball cap, covering his curls that still managed to peek out. You tried not to stare, you looked back down at the book.

“I see you’re studying up for your mermaid lessons, missy!” You grinned at Lili.

And while Lili and you talked about mermaids, Frankie checked the books out, grinning to himself. Of all the places to see you again, there you were. You were without your mermaid gear and wet hair, trading it for some leggings, a t-shirt and a low bun with a pencil stuck in between it. You looked cute, studious. There were so many sides to you he hadn’t known yet.

Frankie asked about your week as you had walked out of the library, going into a further conversation about your studies. You found out that you lived fairly close to one another, only a few neighborhoods away. You had walked to the library, not minding getting your steps in but when leaving Frankie had insisted on giving you a ride home.

“It’s the least I could do to make up for not walking you to your car after the last time we saw you.” Frankie nudged at you.

“I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” You said.

“No!!” Lili whined. “I want you to come with us, we can sing Little Mermaid.”

Frankie raised his eyebrow at you with a grin that made your heart slightly race. “Who can say no to that?”

And so you hopped into Frankie’s truck with your books in tow. Lili was your immediate backseat DJ, asking what your favorite Little Mermaid song was.

“I have to go with ‘Kiss the Girl’” You said. You knew it sounded corny, but it was the truth. You loved the buildup and the harmonies.

“Lili loves that one.” Frankie grinned, his one broad hand pawing the steering wheel.

“You do too, dad! Sing along.” Lili said.

“Alright, alright.” Frankie laughed.

Frankie played the song, and Lili started singing and swaying in her car seat.

There you see her

Sitting there across the way

She don't got a lot to say

But there's something about her

Frankie looked over at you, looking back at Lili with such joy. This was only one of the handful of times you had spent time with her and you seemed to absolutely adore her. Smart, sweet and beautiful. As corny as it was, there really was something there he couldn’t quite put his finger on but he wanted to know more. You briefly looked at him, sharing a brief moment as you gave him a small smile, shyly looking away. He had hoped he hadn’t creeped you out, your eyes facing back on the road but Frankie could’ve sworn in the corner of his eye that he saw you glancing at him again.

Frankie joined with a low baritone during the second verse, immediately making you laugh. Frankie had such a hard exterior, if you didn’t see him with Liliana you would’ve seen him as the man he describes himself as - the former Army member and pilot. There were many layers of Frankie you wanted to get to know.

By the last chorus you were all singing along in the car, Frankie yelling Scuttle’s lines making Lili howl with laughter.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Don't be scared

You got the mood prepared

Go on and kiss the girl

Frankie had pulled into the driveway of the house you had rented with your girlfriends.

“Aww, I don’t want you to go yet.” Lili whined.

“Lili, she’s gotta go home and so do we.” Frankie said to her. “It was so good to see you again.”

“Thanks a lot for the ride.” You wish you had more to say.

“We’ll see you soon? When do you work at the park next?” Frankie asked.

“Next weekend, but actually before that some of the girls and I are doing a tank at the fall festival in a few days.”

“What?! That’s amazing! Lili and I absolutely need to come and see you.” Frankie exclaimed. He wanted to know more details, maybe ask if he could get your number to know exactly when you were going to be there…but he chickened out, not wanting to sound like the creepy single dad wanting to know a gorgeous younger woman in all the wrong ways.

“Of course! I can go ahead and send you over some info!” Before you could even second guess yourself you pulled your phone out of your pocket and handed it to him. “If we’re going to keep running into each other, we might as well coordinate sometimes.”

Frankie grinned, entering his phone number into your phone. He handed it back to you; you sending a quick text to his number letting you know it was you. You stepped out of the car, saying goodbye to Lili and Frankie.

“I’ll see you both very soon and Lili next time I see you, I wanna know all about that mermaid book!”

Lili nodded exuberantly. “I’ll start reading it today, I promise.”

You looked over at Frankie. “I’ll see you soon?” You bit your lip. God, you hoped you weren’t coming on too strong.

“I wouldn’t miss it.” He grinned. You walked up to your front door, turning around and seeing Frankie’s truck was still there. When you opened the door, he began to pull out, waving back at you.

Of all the libraries, in all the counties in this city, there they were in yours. You set your books down on the table and thought about what to text Frankie about the event. A flyer? The specific time you were supposed to go on? Maybe you shouldn’t double text him.

About a half an hour later, you received a text from Frankie’s number.

“Hey! Can’t wait to get info on the fall festival. Don’t hit the books too hard :)”

You smiled, responding to the text almost immediately. “I’ll try not to. Thanks again for the ride! And the car karaoke.”

“It was the least I could do. And I do not mean the singing, I’m sure that was a sight to see.”

“It was very cute :)” Did you really just say that? You can’t believe you just said that.

“Well, I’ll be sure to brush up on my Disney songs before the Fall Festival ;)” Frankie texted back quickly.

Were you two flirting? Was he just being sweet? Whatever was going on, it was clear by the silly grin on your face and the rush whenever you got a notification on your phone to see if it was him that you were clearly not just enthusiastic to see the sweet Liliana, but you were also growing an attachment to her dad.

Whatever was going to happen, you knew you had to tread lightly or you would be in deep, deep water.

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