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SOS

Part 2

Pairing: Jey Uso x OC x Damian Priest

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.5k

a/n: Thank you all so much for all the love! I couldn't have asked for a better reception of my art. You all inspired this next part! Likes, comments, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! Mwah!

-credit to @cafekitsune for the divider

If it weren't for the 15 text messages from Joshua and the Instagram spam from Damian, she could swear that last night was a dream. One minute she was partying with her best friend and the next she was trying not to catch a case. Then she found solace in an unlikely companion. Her head was honestly still spinning from trying to process everything that happened less than 12 hours ago. Work was definitely going to be- something today, that much was certain. After she opted to just block Josh, she smirked at her notifications being flooded by thearcherofinfamy. He was obviously trying to get her attention since he didn't have her number. The drive to the arena would take less than an hour if traffic was nice to her so she had time to kill before the superstars were set to arrive. Kendall decided to play with the dark priest and thought to lure him out via DM.

[kenthedoll_] Meet me in an hour

[archerofinfamy] That didnt sound like a question

[kenthedoll_] Bc it wasnt, yk you wanna

[archerofinfamy] Alright I’m in

[kenthedoll_] I was counting on it. Meet me at my room

[archerofinfamy] Yes ma’am

Well it was already 10 AM so going to the gym was out of the question which meant today would be a day of indulgence. Finally rolling out of the bed for the morning, Kendall danced through her daily routine with Bongos blasting on her portable speaker. Damian felt so new- exciting! There was something just effortless and easy about being around him that caught her attention. Ken googled brunch spots on the beach so they had a chance to take in the scenery before they went home after the show. The weather called for a little white tee and shorts combo but she kept it cute pairing it with some comfortable loafers. Dressing like an Instagram baddie 24/7 was too much work for her. When she wasn't on screen or out on the town, she was more of a comfortable girly. In the few moments left before Damian was supposed to show up, she made sure her stuff was packed for the show then her flight home in the morning. You had to stay ready even if you weren't scheduled for the show in case any last minute changes occurred.

Right on cue at 11:15 three knocks rapped against her door to which she skipped over to snatch it open. “Fancy meeting you here.” Her tone was playful as she smiled at his classic bad boy appearance. “Good morning to you too, cariña.” The corner of his lips quirked up in a subtle smile that she found cute. Despite his dark wardrobe, his presence alone filled the air with warmth. The kind that kept the house smelling like chocolate chip cookies hours after they'd been baked. “I hope you like french toast and mimosas because we have reservations.” She didn't wait for a response as she took his hand leading him to the elevator after making sure her door locked behind them. “I don't care what we eat when my view looks like this.” A snort shot through the hallway at his cheesy line but she found his doting to be refreshing. “Do you use that line often?” Kendall mused while leaning against the wall observing his mannerisms to familiarize herself with him. “My first time. Did it land?”

All she could do was put her head down to hide her amusement not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could fluster her so easily. The elevator dinged, signaling that they had reached the lobby and she ushered him to the back entrance of the hotel to allow them to walk on the boardwalk. “I hope I’m not keeping you from any leadership duties. I know you run a tight ship.” Damian thought Kendall was so different from the other women on the roster. No one ever really said what they were actually thinking but she did. She was inquisitive, direct, and original. “If you're wondering if I told them that I would be with you, I didn't. I wasn't sure if this was a secret rendezvous or not.” Ken laughed at his uncertainty as they walked side by side to the restaurant. “Think of this as a qualifier for you getting that number you asked for. I wanna know if you are as interesting as I think you are.” “Guess I better show you what you're missing.”

The confidence in Damian’s statement made her pulse quicken, her brown skin prickling with goosebumps. When the pair arrived at the restaurant, he made it his business to open the door for her and pull her chair out once they were seated. As they sat across from each other, her counterpart scanned the menu making small talk about what they would order but she was fixated on him. Kendall snapped out of the trance when he put his menu down to see why she wasn't responding to him. A smile tugged on his lips whilst he leaned forward on his forearms, bathing her in the attention she was giving him. “I would ask if you see something you like but if you said yes, I'd have to do something about it and we’re in public.” Kendall mimicked his actions with a grin playing on her lips. “Well you know I love to perform.” The silence that settled over the table fueled the intense stare down between the two; the air crackling with desire.

Damian carefully contemplated what he was going to say next. Should he tell her that he wanted to eat her on that very table or should he change the subject? Before he could decide, the waiter came over to take their orders breaking their fierce eye contact. Glancing down at her menu briefly, she decided to make the most out of her cheat day. French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon and home fries while her counterpart opted for something high in protein like steak and eggs. The tension was still palpable after the waiter left with Damian shifting to lean back in his chair with his eyes locked onto hers. “How come you don't call me Luis like everyone else?” Taking a sip of her orange juice then mirroring his posture, Ken gave him a small smile. “Because I’m not like everybody else if you haven't noticed.”

Once their meals arrived, they ate in comfortable silence stealing little glances at one another between bites. In true woman fashion she longed for some of his food even though her own was good. He noticed her eyes flickering back and forth to his plate so he wordlessly sliced a piece of his steak and held the fork out to her. Instead of pinching the meat off with her manicured fingertips, she rose up slightly to lean across the table and wrap her lips around his fork. All the air in his lungs evaporated as she let out a hum of satisfaction while looking him dead in the eyes through her lashes. If he didn't drink the complimentary ice water, his boiling blood was going to start traveling south. “Is it good?” At that point he didn't even know if he was referring to the food or not. “The best.” Her tone was definite. They were indeed not talking about food.

Food was finished and the check was placed on the table. Damian looked at her, she looked at Damian then they both looked down at the bill. Snatching the envelope off the table at the speed of light, he waved it at her in triumph. “Gotta be quicker than that, princess.” Damian placed his card in the pocket making sure he held on to it as they got up to leave. “I asked you out so I should be the one paying.” Kendall argued, crossing her arms over her chest to look more intimidating but it just made him laugh at her bratty nature. “Ah so you admit this was a date.” His chin raised in victory, his back rested against the hostess counter while they ran his card. “Maybe.” She shrugged heading for the exit once the staff returned his card. He chased after her, catching up to walk beside her back down the boardwalk to their hotel making sure was on the other side of oncoming foot traffic. “You’re a stubborn one aren’t you?” Though it was posed as a question, she knew it was rhetorical and he was teasing her. “Well I am a Taurus.” It seemed like the most obvious thing in the world to her but he wasn't really into the whole zodiac sign thing.

The whole walk back consisted of the two bumping into each other like they were on a different planet with no gravity. Even while they waited for the elevator, he found his eyes glued to her smaller frame until they moved to board. Both of their minds seemed to be so preoccupied that when the ding alerted them that they had arrived on her floor, it startled them a little. “After you,” In a sweeping motion, he allowed her to exit first as he watched the way her jean shorts seemed to hug her ass the way he wanted to. When they reached her door, they felt a sense of deja-vu all over again. “Well that was…” She struggled to find a word that could describe the date they just had. “Exhilarating.” Damian breathed out in agreement. He was nearly pressing her against the door as he peered down at her in adoration, “I think we should do it again.” Ken wordlessly held her hand out for his phone. Damian took the hint, pulling his phone from his pocket and gently placing it in her palm. She saved her number in his phone under ‘Princess’ before handing it back to him. How fitting.

His body was tingling with the need to grab her and kiss those lips that always managed to stay glossy all the time. But they had to get ready to head to the arena soon; as much as he wanted to be the reason she was late, he didn't want her to get in trouble. “Do you want to ride with us there?” He offered half because he wanted to make sure she could get there okay and half because he wanted to spend more time with her. “Nah, I have a rental and I'm not fighting five people for the AUX.” “Alright then I’ll see you there.” His soft tone was accompanied with a curt nod and he knew he was supposed to walk away but his feet just wouldn't move. “See you later, Luis.” She laughed, gently pushing on his chest to give him some momentum to make it back to the elevator. He walked backward toward the elevator never taking his eyes off of her before she gave him a little wave before disappearing inside her room to get ready.

Ken sat perched on a crate in an empty hallway backstage as she cackled on facetime with Trin who wanted to know what was going on with her and Luis. “Mmm, who you looking cute for Miss Ma'am?” Her friend instigated causing her jaw to drop to drop at the implication. “Um, not too much. I always look good.” Rolling her eyes, she couldn't help the laugh that escaped when Trinity replied with a deadpan. “Yeah but when you're not scheduled for any screen time, you go for cute and comfortable. You got your titties sitting, legs all out and everything.” She lifted her phone up, angling it down to fit her whole body in the frame. “And is!” The two of them were cutting up so much in the secluded area that she didn't hear footsteps approaching until she felt a strong presence beside her.

Her smile slid right off her face when she looked over to see Joshua. “I gotta go, sis. I’ll text you.” Just as Trin was about to ask her who had her moving like that, she hung up on her knowing that was probably gon get her cursed out later. “Joshua.” She hoped her flat tone would deter him from saying whatever he was going to say and ruining her mood. “Hey, can we talk for a minute?” Slowly scooting off of the crate, the girl held her hand up in dismissal. “Like I said before, we don't have anything to talk about. I’m good.” His gaze used to make her feel invincible but now she found herself trying to tug her skirt down in discomfort. “Please. You don't even have to say anything. Just listen. I wanna apologize.” In her mind she was debating on whether or not she could listen to his explanation. She really did want to put the shit behind her so she could fully let go- let him go, but now that he was in front of her, she knew she wasn't ready yet.

“I just can't do this right now, Joshua.” Kendall moved to walk past him only to be stopped by him grabbing ahold of her hand. “Wait-” “Stop doing that shit!” Snatching her hand from his grasp she quickly composed herself not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to them. “Stop smothering me. You can’t go from ignoring me for years to popping up on me and texting me fifty fuckin times. I’m not your bitch. Never was. I don’t owe you a damn thing. IF I decide to listen to whatever excuses you have, it’ll be on my time- not yours.” She walked away to take a breather when she turned the corner and smacked right into someone while she was lost in her thoughts. “My bad. I wasn't paying attention.” However when she looked up, she locked eyes with Señor MITB. “We have got to stop meeting like this, princess.” His stomach buzzed upon seeing her but when he noticed her agitated state his brows furrowed in concern. “You okay? What's wrong?” Shrugging the previous spat off, Ken instantly brightened up at his concern for her well being. “Fancy meeting you here.” Her teasing tone sent them into their own little bubble as they stood there making googly eyes at each other.

Before Luis could respond, Josh rounded the corner she just came from and almost tripped over his own feet stopping to watch their interaction. Luis gave him a friendly head nod with his signature half smile when he realized they had an audience. “Wassup, uce.” Kendall swore she was so annoyed that a visible irk mark actually appeared on her forehead. “What's up, bro.” Jey’s cold demeanor confused him but he chose not to question it. Instead his eyes drank in her figure before lifting to connect to hers again. “You look fucking amazing.” “I try.” She grinned recognizing that familiar glint in his eyes. “I was actually looking for you because I just had an interesting meeting with creative.” “Oh yeah?” She arched her perfectly plucked eyebrow in intrigue. “Turns out they think Damian Priest would be more susceptible to leave Judgement Day because of a woman.” Now that was the last thing she expected him to say. “Looks like Carsyn and Damian Priest are going to be entwined soon.” “I look forward to it.”

A stagehand interrupted their heated exchange to tell Damian that his match was on in ten minutes. “Good luck out there, champ.” Luis patted his championship with one hand then raised his briefcase with the other. “I don’t need luck, but I think a kiss would give me a little motivation.” Her brows shot to her hairline being surprised by his boldness before patting his chest. “Win and I’ll think about it.” She smirked then turned on her heel to head to catering. “And don’t look at my ass.” Ken called behind her even though she knew he was most definitely watching her walk away. Luis shook his head in disbelief before going in the opposite direction to meet Finn by the gorilla.

Kendall watched tag team champs defend their titles against DIY on the monitor in catering. All the close calls had her abandoning the food on her plate because she was too anxious to eat. Winning matches was always the goal but being safe as entertainers and athletes was top priority. Damian could hold his own but they were doing a great job selling the match because those kicks had her wincing for him. The match finally ended with The Judgment Day retaining the Undisputed Tag Team championships. Smiling proudly to herself, she continued to push her food around her plate, having lost her appetite when her phone buzzed with a text message from ‘Papi Chulo’.

[Papi Chulo] Now back to that kiss

[Princess] I said I would think about it

[Papi Chulo] Don’t make me take it

[Princess] Is that a threat or a promise

[Papi Chulo] It's a warning

A tingle shot up her spine in anticipation. Tossing her food in the garbage, Ken left catering intent on furthering their game of chicken.

[Princess] Catch me if you can

She was making quick work of trying to find a place to hide while superstars and staff looked on in confusion at her speedy movements. Rounding a random corner, she threw herself into the first storage closet she saw. They never took particularly long showers at arenas so she knew he'd be hot on her trail any second. Placing her hand on her chest to calm the pounding of her heart, she sucked in a breath hearing movement outside the door. Waiting with bated breath for something to happen, she slowly exhaled when the feet in front of the door continued on down the hallway. Kendall went to check her phone for any messages from him when the door burst open making her squeal and drop her phone. There he stood with a wolfish grin plastered on his face as he closed the door behind him. “I found you, little lamb.”

Every step she took backward, he stalked forward with his long legs crossing the small space in mere seconds. “That was fast.” Her adrenaline spiked again as her back hit the wall allowing his tall frame to cage her in. “What can I say? I had business to take care of.” His deep voice filled the air like smoke making her feel lightheaded as she laid her hands on his chest to ground herself. “And what business is that?” He wrapped a strong forearm around her waist pressing their bodies flush together and cradled the back of her neck with his other hand. “You.” Any words on her tongue died when he connected their lips in a passionate kiss. It felt like all the air left her body then came rushing back. Draping her arms over his neck, she leaned up on her tiptoes to deepen the lip lock. Ken let out a quiet moan feeling like she was slipping from reality as he held her. Hearing her sounds of approval urged him to lower his hand to grab a handful of her ass.

Willing herself to pull back from the kiss, Luis chased her lips coaxing a giggle out of her. “You’re intoxicating, muneca.” His voice was low but his stare was burning right through her. “I’ve been told I have that effect on people.” He laughed, moving to snake his arms around her small waist maintaining their closeness. “Careful. That effect gon have your ankles making friends with your ears.” The fire between them was spiraling- warping into something insatiable. “Is that a threat or a promise?” Kendall challenged only to receive a harsh squeeze to her ass. “Definitely a promise.” Tugging her hand to lead them out of the closet, he poked his head out of the door to make sure the coast was clear. “Let’s get outta here. I’ll drive.”

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Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 1

A/N: Ahhhhh a new series!!! This is the one that won the poll, so I hope y'all love it! Also, I decided to play with POV on this one, so I'm telling it from Elvis's perspective. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!

ICYMI, this is the Elvis x OC Vivian Choquette series. Want to learn more about her? Here.

PS- I love you @ccab for loving Vivian as much as I do before I even write the story!

Warnings: Not much, this is gonna start slow, but trust me, it'll heat up. Kissing, cussing, alcohol use, smoking

Word count: ~2.4k

By September of '59, Elvis was used to the army. He was used to the routine, used to the work, used to the people, used to the fans, and used to looking for a good time wherever he could find it. On this particular night, he found it at a party at his own house in Bad Nauheim. All his friends were there, along with a plethora of girls to keep everyone interested. Elvis moved through the party easily, making small talk and keeping everyone stocked on drinks, despite the fact that he didn't have any himself. Sometimes he imbibed, but usually he didn't. Although his beloved mama was gone, what he learned from her still lived in the forefront of his memory. That is, unless he found himself at the Moulin Rouge. But that was different. Here at his own house, he preferred to remain in control.

Despite having a girlfriend back at home, he moves through the house looking for a girl to talk to. That's when he notices her in a corner, her dark hair swept into a low ponytail and blue eyes glancing lazily around the room. She almost seems bored. So much so that she turns to the bookshelf that came with the house and pulls a book down. She opens it and begins to read. Elvis is intrigued by the kind of woman who reads at a party. He begins to walk over to her and realizes that the book is in French. He panics for a second and then remembers that the guys taught him a phrase in French. Surely he can figure out how to communicate with her. Besides, most of these French girls speak a little English.

He swaggers up to her, ready to try out his French. He stands there in front of her for a minute before she looks up at him.

"Bonjour."

"Mhmm." She looks down at her book, but he doesn't leave. He's suddenly nervous, but he decides to risk it. She's pretty enough that it might be worth it.

"Uhh, est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?"

She looks up at him suddenly and laughs.

"What? Did I pronounce it wrong?" She laughs even harder. When she finally catches her breath, she holds up a hand.

"First of all, I speak English. Second of all, please don't ever say that to anyone ever again."

"Oh. Why?"

"You just asked me if I like sex."

"What?! Those motherfu- I mean, those jerks. They told me it meant 'how are you'."

"And you believed them? It literally has the word 'sex' in it."

"Well, I don't know! I don't speak French!"

"Obviously." She looks back down at her book. He's not ready to give up, though.

"Hey, if you speak English, why are you reading in French?"

"My mother was French. I speak and read it because of her." She answers without looking up from the page.

"Was?"

"She's been gone for a while now. I live with my stepdad. He's an officer in the army." He feels the pain of having lost his mother too soon and looks at her with even more softness and affection than he did before.

"I'm Elvis." She looks up at him.

"I know." He nods and she notices the look he's giving her. "You know, I'm actually here with someone."

"Oh?"

"Mhmm." She points across the party to Charlie, who's making his way to her with drinks.

"Charlie?!"

"Yes."

"Well, goddamn." Charlie makes it over to them and hands her one of the drinks. He throws his arm around her casually and looks up at Elvis.

"Hey buddy. I see you met my lady."

"Well, not officially..." She holds her hand out to him.

"Vivian Choquette. Nice to meet you, Elvis Presley." He takes her hand and has the strangest urge to kiss it, but he'd never do such a thing with Charlie right there. He's been a good friend to Elvis, so no matter how much he likes her, he won't risk their friendship. Instead, he shakes her hand like he would if she was a man.

"Yeah, likewise." Elvis nods awkwardly and then turns to go back to the party. It's too bad that she's there with Charlie. He wanders around a little more, before he sees a girl that will change the trajectory of his whole life. Still, he never forgets the girl he met first.

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The next day, Elvis sits at lunch with Charlie.

"So what did you think of my girl?" Elvis chokes a little on his food and tries to think of how he can answer without letting on that he hasn't stopped thinking about her.

"Oh, she's... she's somethin' else."

"Ain't she? I saw you talking to that cute little thing though. She seemed like somethin' else too."

"Priscilla? Oh, yeah."

"Little young, though."

"Yeah..." Elvis tries to focus on Priscilla, but all he can think about is Vivian. If she wasn't with Charlie, she'd be exactly what he's looking for. He's not sure how he knows that based on the half of a conversation they had, but something about her just draws him to her. Maybe it's the fact that she seems deeper than most of the girls he's encountered. Maybe it's because she didn't fall all over herself to talk to him. Maybe it's because she understands the pain of losing a parent. Whatever the reason, he can't stop wishing that she hadn't met Charlie first.

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About three weeks later, Elvis is walking around town and he passes a cafe. He doesn't think much of it until he sees someone he recognizes sitting at one of the little tables. His heart jumps a bit at the thought of talking to her again. Then, he remembers Charlie with his arm around her. He decides to keep walking, but as he gets a little closer, he notices her shoulders are shaking. She's got her long, dark hair in her face, so he can't see her eyes, but it looks like she might be crying. He can't let her sit there alone if that's the case.

He cautiously approaches the table and realizes he was right. Her sniffling is quiet, but he can hear it. She's got a lit cigarette in one hand, and it looks like she's forgotten it's there. Her other hand fiddles with her coffee cup on its saucer. When he gets to her, he's not exactly sure what to do. He didn't have much of a plan beyond walking to the table. After hesitating for a second, he pulls the chair across from her out to sit in, but it makes a horrible screeching sound and she looks up startled.

"What the f-"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. It's just me."

"God, Elvis, you scared me."

"I'm sorry, honey, can I sit down?" She wipes her face and nods.

"Yeah, sure, I guess so." He sits down across from her and watches as she puts out her cigarette and continues trying to wipe her face clean.

"Are you... are you alright?"

"Ha! Yeah, I'm just fine." She pulls out another cigarette and lights it. They sit in silence for a bit while Elvis tries to think of what to say.

"You sure?" Vivian takes a puff of her cigarette and blows it straight up into the air.

"Do I look alright?" Elvis hesitates. He wants to say that she looks beautiful, but it doesn't feel appropriate.

"You seem upset."

"You're very observant." She responds spitefully. He looks down at his hands in his lap. "I'm sorry; that was rude. You're not the one that cheated on me and abandoned me."

"No... Charlie?" She takes a drag and holds her breath, nodding. Finally, she has to exhale, so she does and then starts to cry again. It's killing Elvis to sit there and watch her cry without doing something about it. He stands up and offers her his hand. "Come on."

"What? Where are we going?"

"My house is only a block from here. You can cry in private." She looks up at him and he can tell she's thinking about saying no. "I won't hurt you. Come on."

She puts her cigarette out and grabs her purse, taking the hand he offered her. They walk in silence to his house, but they continue to hold hands. When he finally gets her settled on the sofa, he sits next to her and leans back, spreading his legs wide. He's trying to indicate that she can relax and sit comfortably too. To his utter shock, she slips her shoes off and tucks her feet up under herself, also getting comfortable.

"So, he cheated on you?"

"Well, I guess that's not exactly fair."

"What do you mean?"

"I was the one he cheated with. Turns out he's been writing letters to another girl for a while."

"Ohhhh... and you found out about it." He thinks about the girl he writes letters to at home. What would she think of him here on the couch with this girl.

"Yes. I didn't want to be the other woman. Besides I thought he... well... it's stupid."

"What did you think?"

"I thought he wanted to marry me." Elvis's eyebrows shoot straight up before he can stop them. He never thought of Charlie as the marrying kind. Then again, he can understand not wanting to let Vivian go. "See, even you think I'm stupid."

"No, I don't. I think you just had hope. There's nothing wrong with that."

"There is if you're me." He sits up and looks into her eyes. The sadness rolling off of her is about to kill him.

"Why do you say that?" She looks up trying to keep herself from crying, but it doesn't work and fat teardrops slide down her cheeks.

"Everybody leaves me. My father left me. Then my mother left me. The first boy I loved. And now Charlie. Why does everyone leave? What's wrong with me?"

He scoots close to her and pulls her into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. She doesn't object. Instead she lets herself be comforted as she continues to cry. He strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. The pain of loss is something he's all too familiar with. He takes her face in the palm of his hand and looks into her eyes.

"Viv, this is not your fault. There's nothing wrong with you. I know what it's like to lose people too soon and it hurts. But it's not because of you."

"Why does it feel like no one wants me?" This smashes his heart into a thousand pieces. He wants her so badly it hurts.

"That can't possibly be true." Just tell her. Say it. Say 'I want you.' He wills himself to tell her the truth, but he just can't.

"You're sweet, Elvis." He smiles awkwardly and tries to ignore the fact that she pats his thigh. She leans her head on his shoulder again and snuggles into the side of his body. He knows she's just seeking comfort, so he tries to stay focused on being that. But he is a young man and she is a girl with her hand on his thigh and his imagination is running wild with what would happen if he carried her to his bedroom. He swallows deeply and begs his body not to respond physically to what's in his mind.

Still, there's an electric charge in the air that she has to notice too. Almost at the same time, they pull back and look into each other's eyes. He puts his knuckle under her chin and looks down at her lips. When she closes her eyes, he knows he has the green light, so he leans in and softly presses his lips to hers. Something bubbles up inside him and his hands begin to tremble. He backs up slightly and hovers just above her lips. They both smile and he dives back in for a deeper kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth to slide against hers. She nibbles on his bottom lip a little and he groans. His hands rest on her hips in an attempt to get them to stop shaking and he eventually lifts her into his lap to straddle him. The intensity of their kissing increases as his hands roam over her body.

Suddenly, she pulls back breathlessly.

"Wait. Elvis, do you have a girlfriend back home?" His mouth pops open. He's not sure how to answer. Yes, he has Anita at home, but for the right girl, for her, he'd end that in a heartbeat. "Answer the question."

"Well... I-I-I..."

"That's all I need to hear." She peels herself off of him and stands up, smoothing her hair.

"No, honey, wait-"

"No. You're basically doing the same thing that Charlie just did. All you G.I.s are the same."

"Hon, please-"

"My name is Vivian!"

"Viv, just, don't leave..." she tries to put her heels back on and stumbles to get the second one on. He uses both hands to steady her as she does.

"Elvis, no. Good luck with Priscilla."

"Wait-?"

"You know she's 14."

"She's 14?!"

"So, you know, have fun with that." Vivian stomps towards the door with him close on her heels. He doesn't know how to make her understand that she's all he wants. Priscilla, Anita, none of them compare to her. But he doesn't know how to say that, so instead he watches as she walks out his front door, catches a cab, and disappears from his life.

******

Or so he thinks. In 1961, Elvis is home from the army and back to his film career. In March, he leaves the continental US to get ready to film Blue Hawaii. He arrives and goes to a cast meeting on set where the director is excited to introduce his costar. His first view of her is from behind and his heart skips. Surely it can't be?

"This is Vivian Choquette. She'll be playing your girlfriend, Maile Duval." She turns to face him and smiles awkwardly. Elvis tries to hide his excitement, hoping his trembling hands won't give him away.

"Hello again..."

******

Until chapter 2. Thoughts so far?

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lilsmv1 · 14 days

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august - MV1 (1/?)

- you're on your own kid [pt1]

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Juliette Durand

This is a story for the Max (and Taylor Swift) girlies.

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Summary: They were doomed from the start. Two completely different worlds colliding, there was no way this could work. But what happens when they keep running into each other, as if gravity was pulling them together.

Trope: slow-burn af

(*dialogues in italic are meant to be in French, I’m just too lazy sksksks)

Word count: 1,1k

A/N: This is the first chapter guys! I'd love some feedback :) Enjoy !

Having recently graduated meant finding a job and getting your life together.

But Juliette was only 25, how was she supposed to know for sure what she wanted at this point in her life?

Juliette was completely lost. She wanted to do everything and nothing at the same time. Everyone expected her to know everything, especially her parents.

Instead of facing their incessant questions on the matter, she ran away, in hopes of overcoming her current situation.

Hence why Juliette booked her tickets for Italy, and found herself wandering the streets of Orta San Giulio.

Juliette felt at peace here, the sound of the water banging against the boats, the cool breeze gently brushing her cheek, the smell of sea water. She didn't know anyone, and no one knew her. No one to expect her to be anything.

She was strolling through a bookshop, her fingers brushing the edges of the books as she went. Her eyes lit up as her hand touched her favorite book. She couldn't even tell how many times she'd read it, but it always had the same gut-wrenching effect on her. She took one last glance at the book before leaving, Martin Eden, by Jack London, a fan favorite, or at least hers.

As she left the store, Juliette’s phone rang. It was Pierre.

“Ju?”

“Yes Pierre?”

“Did you arrive safely? You were supposed to text me once you get there.”

“Sorry dad!” She laughed. Pierre was her best friend and he could be a tad bit overprotective sometimes.

“You know I worry about you. How are you feeling?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine, I just need time to figure things out for myself” Juliette was lying. She wasn’t fine. Her anxiety was really getting the best of her lately.

“I know, and you’ll figure it out. You’re the clever one, you’ll find your path” Replied Pierre, trying to reassure her.

“Easy for you to say, “Mister I always wanted to be a Formula One Driver”” .

Juliette and Pierre met when she was in middle school. They actually met in detention. Pierre was there after talking back to a teacher and Juliette was there after throwing her eraser on a friend. He was three years older than her and immediately saw her as the sister he never had. Since then, she has been cheering for him throughout his entire career, being there for each milestone. She was very proud of him.

“What can I say, I have always dreamt big” laughed Pierre “By the way” he added “Kika is coming to spend a couple days with my family next week, will you be there?” Pierre asked.

“Of course! I can’t wait to see her again!” Juliette was so happy to see Kika again, she was a real sweetheart. She was glad Pierre had found her.

“Well I gotta go Pierre, I’ll call you back during the week, alright?”

“Ok, take care Ju, love ya!”

"Love you, see you soon!" replied Juliette.

Juliette cherished her friendship with Pierre more than anything. They couldn't see each other often due to his intense schedule, but he was always there for her and vice versa. To her, he wasn't Pierre Gasly, he was just Pierre, her best friend from middle school. She felt really lucky to have such a friend by her side.

Juliette kept exploring the city for a couple hours. As the evening went on, she decided to grab a bite in the nearest restaurant. Once she settled, she pulled out her film camera, snapping candid shots of the people surrounding her.

That camera was always in her hand, having thousands of film rolls at home, each capturing snippets of her life.

She watched the people through her lens throughout the whole dinner, until her gaze fell on a pair of piercing bright blue eyes already staring back at her. She slowly lowered her camera, and looked away shyly, embarrassed that she'd been caught red-handed.

She looked back up and that’s when it hit her. She knew those dashing blue eyes. They belonged to none other than Max Verstappen, one of Pierre’s fellow drivers. Except for Charles, she had never met any of them, trying to stay away for the spotlight as much as possible.

Juliette was completely mortified, and to make matters worse, he was headed in her direction.

“Ciao” he said when he reached her, cringing at his own attempt to speak Italian.

It was all it took to make Juliette burst out laughing, a mixture of surprise and nervousness.

After seeing Max’s defeated look, Juliette pulled herself together.

“I’m sorry”, she said “It’s just, I wasn’t expecting you to speak Italian”.

This made Max smile.

“You speak English… then, made a fool out of myself here, didn’t I?” he asked, chuckling.

“Kind of, but it was entertaining” she softly replied with a grin. Realising he had been standing there for five minutes, she invited him to sit with her, which he did.

"I'm Juliette by the way"

"Nice to meet you Juliette, I'm Max"

“So,” he kept going, “did you take any nice pictures, hopefully some with me in them” he said smirking.

“So you did see... Well, I would’ve but I got a little interrupted” said Juliette.

"Don't worry, I'm flattered" he replied laughing.

"Don't go feeling too special, I take many candid shots of strangers... Although it might sound weird like that" she laughed. "I just find it beautiful to capture snippets of life".

"Well you definitely make it sound beautiful" he replied with a warm smile, making her blush.

They stayed like this for a while, chatting about this and that, although Max failed to mention that he was an F1 driver and Juliette, on her part, failed to mention that she knew who he was and that Pierre was her best friend. They both did not want to make this conversation weird, knowing that were never going to see each other again anyway.

"Well, Max, it was lovely to meet you, but I think I'm gonna head out" said Juliette after a while.

"Yeah me too, have a good night Juliette" replied Max with a smile.

"Good night Max" said Juliette softly before leaving.

They each went their own way, a smile on their face as they though about this one-off encounter.

But after all, Orta San Giulio isn't a big town. Who knows, they might run into each other again.

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formula1neverleft · 2 years

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Shameless - Arthur Leclerc

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x Fem!reader

Summary: Your tinder date is alright. His roommate is just better.

Warnings: smut, swearing, me refusing to write anything other than the -we shouldn’t be doing this- trope :))

Words: 4.5k words of breaking bro code

Author’s note: not my best work but I just had to get this man out of my system.Took some creative liberties to make it a college!AU so let’s just pretend that makes sense lmao. Also my French is doubtful at best so if you are a native french speaker and catch me writing absolute nonsense no you didn’t :)) Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx

You had told yourself it would never come to this.

When your best friend first brought up the idea of downloading a dating app, you almost choked on the wine you had been drinking. During a night out she had been telling you non stop how you were too picky when it came to men, and that you just had to ‘put yourself out there’, whatever that meant.

You wouldn’t say ‘picky’ was the right word exactly, more that for you there was a difference between finding a guy-good looking or nice, and actually being attracted to them.

The idea of having to advertise yourself only for a guy to decide within approximately seven seconds if you had potential or not, made you cringe internally. But that was months ago, and you had to admit that between school and serving overpriced lattes to other students in the on-campus coffee shop, you had gotten bored…and lonely.

Bored and lonely enough to download Tinder after tossing and turning in your bed for over an hour. Without thinking about it too much, you threw some pictures of yourself onto your profile and got to work. In the dark of your room, your phone screen the only source of light, it was easy to get over the initial embarrassment of it all and just give it a shot.

After a while, you had gotten a few matches, but had absolutely no idea how to start a conversation on here to save your life, so instead you opted for putting your phone down and trying to sleep once again, the monotone action of swiping left or right having made you just the right amount of tired.

The next morning as you got ready for class, you had received a message from one of the tinder guys.

New message from Oscar:

Hey, Y/N :) how’r you doing?

He was cute, and looked like a nice enough guy. You remembered he had some pictures in racing attire, and that made him seem slightly more interesting. At the very least it gave you a conversation starter if you were to go out. You replied to him as you made your way out of the apartment, and continued to message back and forth the rest of the day.

After about a week of sporadically messaging Oscar, he offered to take you out next friday. He hadn’t made a huge impression, but to be honest neither had you, texting had never really been your thing, so perhaps meeting up would give you an idea if this was something to pursue or not. You accepted, and you agreed on dinner and a movie at his place, being that his roommate would be out that day.

You really hoped you weren’t gonna regret this.

The walk to Oscar’s apartment was cold and miserable, the rain promptly undoing the effort you had put into your hair earlier. When you arrived outside his building, you caught a glimpse of yourself in one of the windows and quickly tried your best to make yourself look presentable again before ringing the bell that had ‘Piastri/ Leclerc’ written on it, the last few letters were smushed together to make it fit on the small line of paper, making you chuckle slightly.

Oscar opened the door and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as he showed you up to his apartment on the third floor. It was clearly inhabited by two college boys, the questionable interior design choices and posters that littered the wall a dead give away. You could tell he had put in effort though, it was tidy and the small table in the middle of the room had been set nicely.

“Uhm, I’d show you around but, this is kind of it” Oscar said as he scratched the back of his head.

“It’s nice actually, way bigger than the shoebox me and my roommate live in” you chuckled as you placed your jacket over your chair. Oscar quickly moved to pull out your chair for you.

“wow, a true gentleman, huh?” you smirked as you took your seat.

“Yeah, I try, I haven't been on a date in ages so I’m, uh, trying my best. I made us pizza if that’s alright with you. I was going to ask you what you wanted but It’s kind of the only thing i know how to make, so”

The dinner went by fast and luckily without any awkward silences. Oscar told you the full story about why he was studying here as an Australian.

“I’ve always wanted to be a professional driver, but my parents want me to have a ‘back-up’ plan in case that doesn’t work out, so I decided to study here while training in Europe, that’s how I met Arthur, he was in the same boat as me” he explained before taking another bite of his food.

“Your roommate, right? Is he also from Australia?” you asked.

“Oh god no, pretty sure he wouldn’t last a day out there. Not really a bug person ya know. He’s from Monaco. Basically means he’s french but not really”

When the two of you finished your food, you helped Oscar with cleaning the table despite his protests, and just as you were about to ask what movie he wanted to watch, the sound of keys rattling and the door opening took both of you by surprise.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Oscar muttered as he ran a hand through his hair.

You were soon greeted by a blonde boy standing in the middle of the room, looking at you like a deer in headlights.

“Arthur, mate, what are you doing here? Thought you’d be out?” Oscar spoke as he approached the boy. So this was the roommate he’d been talking about.

“Yes I was, but now I am back. You did not say how long I needed to be gone. I cannot study any longer than I already have” Arthur said as he raised his hands in defense, a thick french accent lacing his words. Oscar looked dejected, and slightly panicked as he turned back around to face you.

“Sorry, Y/N, I had no idea he’d be here, maybe we can go to the cinema if you don’t wanna watch a movie here or-”

“Oscar, you have still not introduced me to the girl, this is impolite, no” Arthur gave Oscar a pat on the back as he stepped closer.

“Y/N, Arthur, my roommate. Arthur, this is Y/N”

You smiled politely towards the boy, slightly taken aback when he closed the space between you to take your hand and placed a quick kiss on the top of it.

“Bonjour, Y/N” Arthur replied with a smile of his own, and for a few seconds both you and Oscar were too stunned to speak. His smile was genuine and sweet, and you found the gesture more endearing than anything. You had barely managed to mutter a quiet ‘nice to meet you’ when Arthur dropped your hand and disappeared in one of the rooms. Oscar approached you with an apologetic look in his face.

“Yeah, I told you he’s French,” he joked as he tried to regain his composure.

“But seriously, we can head out if you want-”

“No, it’s okay. We can watch it here” you interrupted him, you would rather spend the rest of your date here so you could get to know Oscar a little better, rather than the forced silence that accompanied the cinema.

Oscar looked somewhat surprised by your answer, but accepted it anyway and invited you to sit down on the small L- shaped sofa in the corner of the room. After a short debate you had convinced him to watch Pride and Prejudice, but it took you less than twenty minutes to realize he was trying really hard to pretend to like it. The movie served more as background noise anyway as you continued to chat about the typical first date topics, mostly school and hobbies. During the conversation, Oscar rested his arm on the back of the sofa towards you, a classic move that made you hold back a smile. After about an hour, you had focused back on the movie for a while, only to realize Oscar had somehow fallen asleep in the last ten minutes, his head slumped into his own shoulder as his chest raised rhythmically.

Great job Y/N, maybe go for a comedy next time, you thought to yourself as you awkwardly shifted on the sofa, not wanting to wake him but not exactly knowing what to do either. You eventually settled on letting the movie finish and hope by then he would wake up on his own accord, until the sound of a door opening made you turn your attention away from the film once again.

“Oscar I promise I will leave, I'm just thirsty” Arthur was already rambling until the sight of you next to Oscar’s sleeping frame made him stop in his tracks.

“Oh no, mate…” Arthur said with a disapproving look on his face, “This is why I tell him to stop studying until two in the morning, it just messes up the sleep schedule”

“I should probably let him sleep then, huh?” you wondered out loud.

“Maybe that is a good idea, yes”

A few seconds of silence passed between the two of you, Arthur was staring at you, taking you in, and you shifted under his gaze, feeling exposed somehow.

“Did he even offer you a drink?” Arthur said as he walked towards the fridge to examine his options. “Ok, so we have…water and beer, maybe that is why Oscar did not offer you anything”

You stood up from the couch as you were careful not to wake Oscar.

“Actually I’m gonna head home, It’s getting late and I have work in the morning, so-”

“Okay, I will walk you home then, let me get my jacket”

“No! No, you don’t have to do that” you protested, but he had already disappeared back into his room and came out soon after. You quickly scribbled a note for Oscar so he wouldn’t think you were rude just leaving without a goodbye.

Thanks for the pizza and the company

Get some more sleep next time ;)

(and I’ll choose a better film)

xx Y/N

You placed the note on the sofa next to Oscar and turned around to see Arthur grab two beer bottles and store them in his jacket pockets. You grinned in response as he looked at you, caught in the act.

“One for the road, no?” he smiled and gave you a wink as he held the door open for you. This night had not at all ended up the way you’d expected it to, but you weren’t complaining.

The walk back to your apartment seemed to be significantly shorter than it had been earlier that night, as you and Arthur joked around while drinking the beers he had brought along. He spoke about Monaco, about racing and about his family, and you thought to yourself you could listen to him speak for hours if he’d let you. There is nothing quite like seeing someone's eyes light up when they talk about things they are passionate about. On a few occasions, he made you laugh so hard tears pooled at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time somebody had made you feel this way, like life suddenly wasn’t as scary and serious as it seemed sometimes. It felt like you’d known him for years.

You thought to yourself how Oscar hadn’t really left the same impression on you tonight, but he was clearly tired and not expecting his roommate to show up, so he deserved a second chance at least.

Before you knew it, you arrived in front of your building and turned to face Arthur. His eyes were boring into you again, always making eye contact but not in a creepy way, more like an…intense way. It was kind of nice, knowing he was intrigued by you and not just walking you back because he felt like he had no other choice. You found yourself not wanting to say goodbye to the blonde boy in front of you, but you couldn’t really go there, right? How would you explain that to Oscar?

Thanks for cooking for me, but your roommate is hot and funny and you fell asleep so can you blame me?

Not exactly the best impression to leave after a first date. You wondered if it had been Arthur that had been your Tinder match, how different the night would have been. As you were contemplating this, you were still facing each other in silence.

“I really want to kiss you right now”

Arthur’s words felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over you, and you thought for a few seconds you had just imagined him saying it, but as he stood there before you, those beautiful eyes still firmly fixed on yours and full of anticipation, your body made the decision for you as you nodded your head.

You caught a glimpse of his serious expression breaking into a smile once again as he leaned in, lips just barely grazing your own before he really kissed you. Your lips moved together as one of his hands found the back of your neck. You were so wrapped up in him it felt like you were the only two people on the planet. The kiss turned more heated as Arthur slipped his tongue into your mouth, working expertly against your own as his free hand drew you in closer by your waist.

God, you had never been kissed like this before.

The sound of a phone ringing brought you back to reality as Arthur broke the kiss and quickly reached in his pockets for his phone, face falling slightly as he looked at the screen.

“Um, I think Oscar woke up, I should, uhm…probably head back” he said hesitantly.

The reality of the situation had well and truly set in now and you suddenly felt guilty, even though Oscar was far from your boyfriend, it still felt like you’d done something wrong.

“Ofcourse, yeah, you should go…thanks for walking me home”

Shit, it was awkward now. You shouldn’t have fucking kissed him. What else were you supposed to say? Say hi to Oscar for me? Not exactly the best thing to say given the predicament you were in.

“I will see you around, Y/N” Arthur spoke with a smirk as he walked backwards, keeping his gaze on you for a while before turning around and breaking into a small jog back around the corner.

As you dropped down on your bed, your brain was working overtime trying to process the night you’d had. It had taken you exactly one tinder date to make a mess out of everything, fantastic.

Just as you hoped you would fall asleep, the sound of your phone pining made you pirk up again, and curiosity got the better of you as you took it from the nightstand to see 3 notifications.

2 New messages from Oscar

Sorry for falling asleep on you, remind me to never first date so close to finals week ever again

I had a great time, hope you’re up for a second date soon?

But it was the third notification that really made your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

Arthur_Leclerc requested to follow you on Instagram

You sighed as you threw the phone haphazardly on your bed, suddenly wide awake again.

Shit.

Two days.

It had been two days since the tinder date fiasco, and Oscar’s message remained unanswered in your inbox. You didn’t have a clue what to say to him, and lying seemed just as bad as telling him the truth, so you took the easy way out and said nothing.

You’d accepted Arthur’s follow request and followed him back the morning after, but hadn’t had the guts to send him anything either. Guess you were back to square one then. Alone.

The heavy doors of the library creacked in protest as you pushed through them, and immediately you took in the comfortable silence of the big study hall, only interrupted here and there by squeaking shoes or a student coughing. In between all of this, you had almost forgotten that you desperately needed to study for finals, so you decided to head to the library and hopefully focus on school instead.

It seemed to work, but just as you were about to start the conclusion to the essay that had been giving you a headache for weeks now, a hand on your shoulder made you jump. The sound of surprise that you let out made a few students glance up from their books to see what the commotion was about, but you had no time to apologize because Arthur was standing there, so close to you that you had just about forgotten how to function properly. He took a seat next to you as you quickly removed your headphones.

“Hi” he smiled, leaning one arm over the back of his chair as he gave you that signature look again.

Hi? This boy had been the reason for your lack of sleep for two days straight and all he says is…hi?

“How is the studying going?” he asks casually. Okay, had he just forgotten what went down the other day?

“Arthur, we should, uhm…talk. About the other night you know” you whispered as you took a quick look around, afraid somebody would overhear you.

“Okay, talk about what exactly?” he challenged you, smirking.

“You kissed me”

“and you wanted me to, no?” he replied quickly. He was playing games and you knew it, so you decided to play along.

“Okay, so maybe I did. You’re talking big game for somebody who was too scared to message me afterwards”

You were bluffing, obviously, pretending like you’d been waiting for him to make the next move when you were just as scared as he was.

“Okay…what would you have wanted me to write?” he retorts, still seeming as confident as ever, carrying a more serious tone this time.

“Would you want me to write to you how…how I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night?”

Okay, so maybe he was better at playing games than you, and you were sure the look on your face was proof of your defeat. His normal joking tone had completely gone now, and his french accent seemed even stronger than it had when you had last seen him. You slumped back in your seat and unconsciously pressed your thighs together. Arthur noticed though, his eyes immediately following the movement.

“Have you been thinking of me too?” he continued, his leg closing the space between you underneath the desk until his knee met yours. You silently cursed yourself for wearing a dress today of all days.

“Yes”

Your mouth had decided to act before your brain did, and you were telling him the truth. When you had failed to fall asleep that night, you had touched yourself thinking about him, thinking about that kiss. Even just remembering it now, it made a blush creep onto your cheeks as you felt your heartbeat quicken.

His fingers brushed the hem of your dress underneath the table, and the tension building between the two of you was getting unbearable.

“We can't,” you said, and Arthur's face fell slightly as he began removing his hand from your skin.

“We can’t do this here” you continued as you closed your laptop and put it in your bag.

You stood up, and leaned down to whisper in Arthur’s ear,

“Meet me at the coffee shop downstairs in 5”

Smirking to yourself as you confidently strutted out of the library.

The shop had been closed for hours, but your boss had given you a set of keys for when you had the opening shift. You tiptoed your way to the break room in the back of the coffee shop, a small room with a two-person sofa and a vending machine, but it would make do. Once you saw Arthur appear outside the coffee shop, you went to unlock the door, quickly locking it again after he’d made his way in. You took his hand in yours and pulled him toward the room.

You hadn’t even made it fully inside when he pushed you against the back of the door, shutting it in the proces. Once his lips were on yours again, you forgot about all the doubts and worries you’d had before. In this moment, you were exactly where you needed to be. He kissed you like he did that night, tongue exploring your mouth as your hands grabbed onto the hair at the back of his neck. Arthur removed his lips from your mouth, only to focus his attention to your jawline and eventually move further down your neck. You didn’t even try to suppress the moans he was coaxing out of you.

“Fuck, you have no idea how difficult it was to act normal when I came back home that night…I couldn’t sleep thinking about you”

If his mouth hadn’t already done the trick, his words sure were enough to make your legs tremble. You wanted him so badly.

Arthur let his hands travel down, playing with the hem of your dress again, before looking back up at you.

“Are you sure? I will not do this unless you want it”

The statement seemed almost ridiculous at this point, because you had never been so sure about anything in your life.

“Yes, Arthur, I want it, please” you were almost begging for him. If he’d asked you, you would have gotten on your knees and really begged, but he had beat you to it as he sunk down onto his knees, still staring up at you.

“vous êtes si belle…Y/N” he muttered as he slowly pulled down your underwear, leaning forward to kiss your thigh in the process. You let your head drop backwards into the door, the sight of him on his knees in front of you almost too much to bear.

Arthur bent one of your legs at the knee and hooked it over his shoulder before he got to work.

He ran a finger through your folds once, looking up at you, not wanting to miss the way your eyes screwed shut as he let his fingers linger on your clit.

“Tu es tellement mouillée pour moi,”

You had a faint idea of what he was saying, but you were pretty sure he was talking to himself more than he was to you, so caught up in the moment he probably wasn’t aware he was speaking french. It sounded so good that you felt yourself get even wetter. Once he started eating you out, you were done for. You completely tuned out your surroundings, only focussing on how good he was making you feel. One of your hands grabbed hold of his hair, using it to steady yourself to the best of your abilities.

Soon after, he slipped a finger inside of you, his thumb simultaneously drawing slow circles on your clit as he sat back, resting in the heels of his feet as he stared up at you in awe, his face flushed from his previous actions. You could see your wetness glistening around his mouth. He looked amazing.

“God, I love the way you look at me” you said honestly, and he flashed you a signature smile in response.

“I love looking at you,” he answered. He added a second finger, and when he did the leg that was supporting you trembled, threatening to give out.

“I can’t..please, I want you inside of me” you whined. In this moment, you felt as desperate as you sounded.

Arthur nodded as he put your other leg back down and took your hand to lead you to the small sofa. He let you catch your breath as he quickly tore off his shirt, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans for his wallet. You realized why as he pulled out a condom from it.

You pushed his shoulders, prompting him to sit down on the sofa, making quick work of unbuckling his belt and dragging his pants and underwear down halfway down his thighs. Even though you hadn’t touched him yet, he was so hard, a clear sign that he had enjoyed eating you out just as much as you had. He helped you put the condom on, eyes screwing shut as you

You straddled him, knees either side of his thighs, and sunk down on him in one smooth motion. His eyes screwed shut as a plethora of french curse words and whines left his mouth. It felt so good you could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and a few drops of sweat rolling over your temples.

Arthur let his hands wander under your dress, grabbing a firm hold on your hips as he helped you build a delicious rhythm. You were so close, his teasing from earlier already having brought you on the brink of an orgasm. You were panting as you lent forward slightly so your forehead touched his.

“You are going to cum?” he asked, and all you could do was nod.

“Jouis pour moi, ma belle”

That was all it took for you to let go, your orgasm washing over you as soon as the words left his mouth. Your toes curled and nails dug into the skin of his back as Arthur held you tightly, guiding you through it. The feeling of you clenching around him combined with your moans was enough to drive him over the edge. You were still feeling the remnants of your orgasm running through you as he spilled inside of you, burying his head into your neck in the proces.

You held each other like that for a while as you both came down from your highs, heavy breathing filling the room. Eventually, you pulled off of him, sitting next to him on the sofa and letting your head lean on Arthur’s shoulder as he removed the condom and pulled his pants back up.

“That was…” he spoke, unable to find the words, but you knew what he meant.

“Yeah, I know,” you replied.

“Y/N?” Arthur turned to face you.

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

And with those eyes staring into yours,

how could you ever say no?

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thenightling · 6 months

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Wicca and "Cultural appropriation"

I am sick of other Neo Pagan sects deciding that Wicca is "cultural appropriation" and "problematic." Tonight someone tried to scold me and tell me that I should not say that Wiccans celebrate Yule (it was actually a post with a list of Neo-Pagan faiths that have a version of Yule) because they "appropriated" it from Scandinavian religions that had it first and Wicca was "only created in the 1950s." Okay, let me break a few things down here. 1. Yes, it's easy to say Wicca is "new" because it wasn't an official religion in the UK until the 1950s but let's consider an important point. Until the 1950s Witchcraft was still illegal in the UK. No religion was allowed to be officially recognized that practiced witchcraft until then. America didn't even acknowledge Wicca as a religion option for military personnel until 2007. Scooby Doo acknowledged Wicca as a religion before The American government. The actual word Wicca Is Old English for Witch (masculine spelling). The feminine spelling was Wicce. They were pronounced as Witch-ah and Witch-uh. There was a very slight difference for gender specification. Eventually middle and modern English would drop the a and e at the end and settle on "witch" as an (intended) gender neutral term. Like the word Wizard (which came from Wizened) the word Witch meant (Someone who had their wits about them. Until the early middle ages the word meant "Wise person." And that's how Wiccans use the term now. 2. It's become fashionable to pearl clutch and say all cultures should stay separate and not borrow from each other because it's "cultural appropriation." Some "helpful" people even DMed me Youtube videos about why Wicca is a "Problematic" element in Pagan communities solely because it borrows from multiple religions. But literally every religion does it if you look at it long enough. So does Christianity, and Judaism, and Islam. And even Hermeticism which is part Greek, part Egyptian. Merging the two together. (And a LOT of Neo-Paganism is Hermetic) How come all of those can do it but when Wicca does it, that's the one called out where people are shamed? The people practicing "Real Paganism" forget the "Neo" part. That means "new." It's cobbled together from things that were suppressed and often lost to history. Even the Nordic Eddas are incomplete and were first written down by Christian Monks who altered things to (among other things) make Loki more of a Satan figure than he actually was. Almost all Neo Paganism uses hermeticism. Do you know what that is? It's from an era in Greek history where the Greek God Hermes was merged with the Egyptian God Toth. The two were merged into a single being and that's where a lot of Neo Paganism comes from. The teachings from that period where there was Greek / Egyptian appropriation. The Roman Gods evolved from the Greek Gods. Even when we discuss the beliefs of the First Nations there are overlaps because one Nation borrowed from another and beliefs spread. Modern Voodoo is a mixture of West African, Catholic, and Hattian folk beliefs. Mexican Catholicism is very different from French Catholicism. Imagine The Day of the Dead and Saint Death in Paris. When you believe something, truly believe it, you don't covet it as something only certain people are allowed to believe in. If you think of it as truth - as fact, you want others to believe it too. This is not cultural appropriation. This is cultural appreciation. 3. If you think Wiccans shouldn't be allowed to call their winter holiday Yule, you are essentially saying it's okay to call Christmas by Yule and the Christmas season Yuletide. And Christians can even burn Yule Logs but you'll Pearl clutch "How dare Wiccans call their festival the name of the millennia old Scandinavian festival!" Because Wicca = Bad? Christian = Well, they did that a long time ago and Wicca's new-ish despite being a re-adaption of a lot ancient practices.

Yes, Wicca is a hodgepodge religion of many beliefs cobbled together. So are most religions when you break them down. None are truly safe from "contamination" from other religions. This separate yet equal / segregation and "Wicca's bad because it appropriates" needs to stop. Aren't there enough prejudices that ALL Neo-Pagan faiths need to worry about? We don't need this "in-fighting".

#Wicca #Neo-Paganism #Neo Pagainsim #Neo Pagan #Asatru #Yule #Wiccan

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racinggirl · 2 years

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Happy accident || Pierre Gasly 10

type: one shot pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 2.5k summary: revealing your relationship didn't go as planned. requested: yes! 'hii, can i request a fic with pierre in which he's secretly dating a famous actress? and she accidentally goes live on his instagram in his phone (maybe bc they have the same wallpaper so she doesn't realize it) thus exposed their relationship. and they just end up revealing all and answering some questions. cute and fluffy ending pretty pls bc i really /really/ like your writing!!! ily hope ur doing good<3' Requests are OPEN! warnings: mentions of heart attack (just once at the ending in a not serious way), lying, swearing, loads of fluff! notes: I'M BACK BITCHES! Hope you'll enjoy the story. I have many more coming up! But it might take a while. Love you all xxxx

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There are many things couples do. Wearing the same bracelet, buying the same shirt, going on holiday together, buying the same phone… That’s exactly what you and Pierre did when the newest iPhone released. Both white. Both the same picture. Was it a smart move? Probably not, but in the end it was the best thing that could have happened to you and your French boyfriend.

‘’Okay, yes, beautiful y/n! Absolutely beautiful!’’ Flashes of light, photographers and directors were calling your name, not something you weren’t used to. Being the star of the newest action movie which was going in première at this moment, meant everybody wanted to catch a glimpse of the new actress, aka you.

You had always wanted to become an actress, playing with your sister, creating scenes of the movies you both loved – in particular Disney movies, you loved pretending to be Cinderella. However, your parents weren’t up for the acting, with the both of them being doctors, you felt obligated to do the same, so you went to university. You had a lot of respect for the people that actually did a masters degree, but after you got your first papers, you knew this wasn’t for you. You finished school, though. But after getting your degree, you decided to give the acting a shot, seeing as there was this small acting application for a short movie. And boy, it was the best decision ever.

‘’y/n, here! Look over here please!’’ Your eyes moved into the direction of the voice that was calling for you, posing in different ways, making sure people got the perfect picture of you dressed in your cobalt blue tight fitted dress, white heels and small white bag which was just big enough to fit your phone in it. Your hair and make up were done by your sister, who was your stylist, her also not being a fan of becoming a doctor.

The première was in none other than Monaco, the same place the movie had been recorded. The harbour, the busy streets, beautiful coast and the people that lived here made it be one of the most beautiful places you had ever been to. Another reason you loved Monaco? You met your boyfriend here, at that very same première.

You had been giving each other looks this entire evening. Teasing, definitely, but also appropriate, aware of the fact there were tons of cameras and eyes on you. After your speech on the podium, you made sure to give him one more look before disappearing behind the curtains, your sister already waiting for you to do some touch ups to your make up.

‘’You are the worst.’’ She laughed, applying a tiny bit of Laura Mercier translucent powder to your T-zone, preventing it from blinding people due to the shininess it had built up.

‘’What?’’ You smirked, your eyes closed as you let your sister do her job.

‘’Oh, come on y/n, I know you, and I know how you act when you see someone you find attractive, you’re a tease.’’ She responds, smiling as she stepped away once she finished the powder.

‘’Well, so is he.’’ You smirked.

Pierre Gasly, Formula One driver for Alpha Tauri, and your boyfriend. The way you had been undressing each other with your eyes that evening of the première hadn’t gone unnoticed by either of you. The after party was a success, at least, for the two of you. Because it ended steamy, with a date planned the week after.

Currently you were seated in your boyfriends apartment in Milan, whilst he was on the sim, racing, you were texting your manager.

Hi y/n, busy right now?

+ No, not really, why?

I have great news, you got the job!

+ No! fuck off, you’re lying! OH MY GOD SERIOUSLY!?!?

Haha! Yes! Don’t tell anyone yet. You can announce it tomorrow, 8 pm.

+ Gotcha! 8 pm, it’s in my planner! Omg thank you Jay! God, can you believe it? ME?! IN THE NEW DIE HARD MOVIE?!?!

Well, you better believe it, I’ll talk to you Wednesday, enjoy your evening.

+ Oh trust me, I will, thank you!!! 😊

‘’Babe!!!’’ You looked over at your boyfriend, who was focussed on his race in the sim. ‘’Babe!’’ You called again, getting up from the couch, making your way over to see the French driver in his seat, eyes focussed, muscular arms, veins popping out.

You smirked, an idea popping into your head. Your feet made its way to the chair, and without any warning, you jumped on his lap, interrupting his race, his practice session.

‘’y/n! For fucks sake, my race!’’ Pierre exclaimed, but you simply smiled, not caring about his reaction.

‘’Oh god, what did you do?’’ He then asks the moment he sees your expression, pausing his game to give his full attention to you, hands on your hips, eyes looking up into yours.

‘’Guess.’’ You bit your lip, trying to prevent the corners of your mouth from moving upwards, but without success.

‘’Hmm…’’ Pierre hummed, his fingers squeezing your hips ever so slightly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. ‘’You are pregnant?’’ He asks with a smirk, making you laugh loudly.

‘’God, no, try again, think in a more… professional way.’’ You pecked his lips, your hands moving up to rest on his neck, placing them on his nape.

‘’You got a new job?’’ He asks, a frown on his face, but the moment your smile grew even wider his eyes grew along with your smile. ‘’Noway, you got a new job?!’’ He asked, taking your hands in his. ‘’You got the Die Hard job?!’’

You nodded, your smile not leaving your lips once. And neither did Pierre’s smile. ‘’We need to celebrate this.’’ The words left his lips immediately, in a gentle, but dominant way. And you definitely celebrated it that evening.

The next day you were counting down, wanting to let your fans know, the people that supported you through thick and thin, your ups and downs, your first small role and your bigger part in the new movie. You loved them, and they loved you.

However, you never told them you were dating someone, and neither did Pierre. You kept your relationship private, sure, you were planning on telling them, eventually, but right now, you felt good on the place you were right now. Nobody but your close friends and family knew about your relationship with the French driver, and you wanted to keep it that way.

It’s not that you didn’t want to tell them, it had just never crossed your mind, at least, not to this extend. Not in a way you and Pierre had a serious talk about it. If people find out, they would find out, but you were happy the way you were right now, without them knowing.

Milan, Italy. May 10th 2022, 7.54 pm.

‘’Pierre, where’s my phone? It’s almost 8 pm, I’m going live!’’ You were excited, beyond excited to tell your fans the news, to bring the world the news you were going to have a main role in the newest Die Hard movie.

‘’Don’t know, somewhere over there!’’ He was busy studying data on his laptop, wanting to get everything perfect for next race in Barcelona.

‘’Oh, yeah, very helpful love, thanks.’’ You playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed the white iPhone, unlocking it and pressing the colourful Instagram button. You immediately went to the ‘go live’ button, being overly excited.

‘’What’s up everyone! I have very exciting news, and I can’t wait to share it with you!’’ You took a seat on the couch, making sure nobody could see the background, in case someone recognized Pierre’s apartment.

‘’If you want, you can take guesses in the chat.’’ You smirked, your eyes scanning the chat for possible guesses. However, your heart dropped to your stomach the moment you read Pierre’s name.

Is that y/n?? What is she doing with Pierre’s Instagram?

Are they seeing each other?!

They for sure are dating, I KNEW IT

y/n on Pierre’s Instagram, WHAT?

‘’Oh fuck…’’ You mumbled, looking behind you to see Pierre standing in the doorway, your phone in his hand, a weak smile on his lips. ‘’Eh, well, eh.’’ You looked over at your boyfriend, hoping he wouldn’t be mad, hoping he would forgive you for this – not so smart – action.

‘’Babe, I think you have the wrong phone.’’ Pierre’s voice was clear, bright, and there was no sound of madness or disappointment noticeable. If only, there was a sound of laughter, a little nervous but nothing too much, but most of all was he trying to hold back a laugh, which failed.

‘’No shit.’’ You laughed, biting your lip as Pierre walked closer, behind you, handing you the phone, your phone, which had a notification.

[pierregasly] started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

‘’Well, this is awkward.’’ You let out a soft laugh, a hand running through your soft hair, nervously. You never intentionally hid the fact you were dating Pierre Gasly, but somehow, it felt like you betrayed your fans.

‘’You’d think?’’ Pierre smiled, leaning down to connect his lips to the top of your head, placing a loving kiss on the top of it. ‘’Hm, your hair smells amazing.’’ He whispered, creating a red situation on your cheeks. This man…

Needless to say, going on Pierre’s phone instead of your own, was the best thing that could have happened to you, and your relationship. Instead of being scared the fans wouldn’t like the two of you together, them thinking either of you betrayed them by not telling, they were really understanding.

Privacy was a big thing, especially in Formula One. After releasing the video with all drivers, asking for privacy, respect and understanding, it somehow made the fans accept everything just a little more. Sure, there was still hate, but Pierre would only tell you those who sent hate, weren’t real fans, jealousy had gotten the best of them, he’d say.

In fact, revealing your relationship to the world, hadn’t only brought a boost to your relationship, since you were able to join him for his races now, it also boosted your career. People saw you alongside the French driver in the paddock, which brought the results of your name in google to a much higher level. The movies you were in got more views, more than usual, and Pierre also received a lot of new fans, all because of that one – silly – mistake with your phone, or rather, Pierre’s phone.

‘’You sure you can’t come?’’ You were laying on your bed, Pierre his chest being your pillow. You sighed in response, nodding with your eyes closed. ‘’They want me at the next meeting, and the shoot.’’ You mumbled, hands finding its way under his shirt, tracing his abs with your nails.

A heavy sigh escaped Pierre’s lips, his chest moving up and down along the way. You opened your eyes and looked up at your boyfriend, studying his features. ‘’I know baby, I’m sorry, next time I’ll come, okay?’’ You whispered, leaning up to press your lips against his, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb rubbed your cheek gently.

However, you had one secret, there was no meeting, there was no shoot, at least not that day. You were planning on surprising your boyfriend in the paddock, on the circuit of Baku. The season wasn’t doing him any favours this year, having a DNF behind his name for two races now. Only having 6 points, 7 races in.

Baku City Circuit, June 10th 2022, 13.49 pm.

Your plane had landed only 15 minutes ago, and you were already on your way to the hotel the Alpha Tauri team stayed in for the weekend. You had been in contact with Pierre’s manager, who made sure everything would go smoothly in getting you from the airport to the hotel, and from the hotel to the track.

‘’Hi, baby, how’s the meeting going?’’ Pierre had called your phone, and instead of walking around the paddock, you had quickly made your way into the AT-hospitality, not wanting to spoil the surprise by your boyfriend hearing the cars in the background.

‘’Hey, it’s alright, boring as usual, you know.’’ You were a terrible liar, which seemed weird, right? You were an actress, one of the best, but lying to your boyfriend was something you couldn’t do, which is why you’ve decided this was the last time you’d do this, ever again. You’d rather go alongside Pierre, or have him be aware of the fact you’d be walking around the paddock at the same time as him.

You chatted for a while, discussing mostly his predictions for the race, and how badly he wanted you to be with him. I’ll be, sooner than you think.

And that’s exactly what happened, because in his free time on his way to the hospitality, when he was checking his social media, he saw a picture of you. And it wasn’t a picture from a shoot, or a meeting, no. It was a picture from the exact spot he was standing right now, near the entrance of the AT-hospitality. He had never went this fast in his life, except of course in his F1 car.

‘’Y/N!’’ He was quick to wrap his arms around you the moment he saw you standing in the hospitality, talking to some of the girls from the team. You let out a laugh, turning around in his arms to return the favour of wrapping your arms around him.

‘’Surprise.’’ You giggled, happily watching the crazy smile on your boyfriends face. ‘’And what a surprise it is, you sneaky… God, I knew something was up the moment you started laughing on the phone.’’ He smirked, lips moving to place a kiss on your forehead.

The world knew, and you were happy, because now you were able to walk with your boyfriend through the paddock, support him like he would support you when you were watching one of your movies together on the couch, back at home. And your support was, according to Pierre, his lucky charm, since he’d gotten his best result yet this season, P5, receiving another 10 points to add to the 6 he’s already gathered this season.

‘’I’m going live.’’ You smiled, head resting against Pierre’s chest as you were seated on the ground in the hospitality, there were enough seats, but this was a lot more comfortable. You still had to tell your fans about the new movie, since you thought telling them while also revealing your relationship with the French Formula One driver would give some of them a heart attack.

‘’Make sure you get the right phone, darling.’’

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maibluemen · 2 months

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ok while i'm working on which meta stuff i want to have on this blog, i do want to make a somewhat? detailed post on some name headcanons i have. so. some countries whose names i either tweak or change from the ones suggested by himaruya (arguably, there are no canon names. alfred is really the only one you could argue for lol)

🇷🇺 - ivan ivanovich morozov

hima doesn't give patronymics to the countries that would use them. ivanovich comes from ivan being very young and asked what his full name is, and the only male name he could think of was his own lol so he just stuck with it. and yes both sisters have teased him for this. morozov is derived from the russian word for "frost," which i find fitting; i wanted to find a non-jewish surname for him because i don't headcanon him as jewish and. of all the non-jewish countries to have a jewish surname.....well. no judgement on people who use braginsky and i doubt himaruya meant any harm or anything but yeah that's why i use a different surname for him lol

🇱🇹 - tolvydas jonas laurinaitis

shoutout to @hinotorihime who i believe was one of the first, if not the first person in the fandom to suggest tolys being a more accurate translation of トーリス (since japanese doesn’t distinguish between R/L sounds like indo-european languages do, and english doesn’t distinguish between I/Y the way lithuanian does, and tolys being an EXCEEDINGLY uncommon name, i don’t think “toris” is an unreasonable translation to have made after the game of language telephone from lithuanian->japanese-> english lol. トーリス would be directly transliterated like “to risu” for those unfamiliar with katakana. it’s worth noting that pixiv translates his character tag as “tolys”). uhh the source he gave me is a website that no longer exists and wasn't archived unfortunately, but "tolvydas" means something like "far seer" and tolys is a shortened form of it jonas is the name he added when he was finally baptized, and it's in reference to john the baptist anyway, here is an old post where she explains some name meanings!

🇪🇪 - eduard tamm

look i know eduard isn't really used in estonia but the guy simply gives off eduard vibes to me, sorry tamm, aside from being the most common surname, means "oak"

🇱🇻 - raivis bērziņš

bērziņš is, again, the most common surname and means "birch"

ed and raivis having the most common surnames in their countries i swear isn't me being lazy, i like the idea of all 3 baltics having tree names (laurinaitis referring to "laurel")

🇵🇱 - feliks mieczysław kazimierz łukasiewicz

who let the poles be catholic so. feliks has only been a name used in poland since around the 1800s? iirc, it was specifically brought over because of a fascination with french names but i might be wrong lol (and ultimately the origins of the name are latin, so variants of it are pretty old anyway). anyway. i've decided that his first name used to be mieczysław and he changed it around the time of the napoleonic wars to feliks, but kept the old name. kazimierz was chosen at his baptism and refers to st casimir, one of the many patron saints of poland (there's literally a wikipedia article dedicated to them all lol)

🐥 - gilbert maria beilschmidt

mary was just a hugely important aspect of gil's history as a knight (and the specific orders he represented also). he hasn't been catholic in centuries but he keeps maria in his legal name because that's his mom, guys

N. 🇮🇹 - felice luca veneziano

veneziano and romano being surnames (meaning "venetian" and "roman" respectively) i decided to just...assign the italy bros their uh. titles? as surnames. apparently siblings having separate surnames isn't unheard of for the nations lol, anyway. i thought it would be more fitting as i also headcanon that there's at least 20 italies (corresponding with each modern-day region though the actual history gets a bit messier, like my tuscany oc is more properly my florence oc.....that's another post, tho) and vene and romano represent. well. veneto (but originally venice) and lazio (but originally the city of rome...though i have yet to decide when he started representing rome because he's not an Ancient....anyway.....) felice being the italian variant of "felix" luca is a baptismal name referring to st luke, who is a patron of (amongst other things) artists

S. 🇮🇹 - lovino francesco romano

heh so lovino is in the category of not really a real name but i like it and have never really felt drawn to another name instead francesco refers to st francis of assisi who is hugely popular. well, in general. and is a patron of italy. i need to workshop some more headcanons about romano and religion because of....reasons lol, but this is definitely a name he took on relatively recently.

#heta meta #name post #this is definitely another one that will be updated as i come up with new thoughts lol #like my god i REALLY need to come up with a hebrew name for rod.....#and i need to decide on a czech name and a hebrew name for czechia.........

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randomprose · 2 months

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dream valentine's day

[another drabble for the satosho discord server valentine day prompt: soft touches] also posted on ao3

Tragedy strikes when Satoru sends the wrong screenshot to the wrong person.

“Hey, Gojo. Quick question,” Shoko asks as she enters the staff room, staring down at her phone. “This list you sent me.”

“List?” Satoru’s head snaps up from scrolling through his own phone, like a dog who’s just seen a cat or a squirrel pass by. “What list?”

There’s panic in his eyes as his brain runs a mile a minute, helpfully reminding him about a list that he was supposed to send to Nanami and may or may not have sent to someone else instead. His fears are confirmed when Shoko turns her phone to him and Satoru sees the aforementioned list staring back at him.

“...That wasn’t supposed to be sent to you.”

“Oh? Who were you going to send this…” Shoko turns her phone back to her line of sight and reads the words, “... ’dream valentine’s day ’ list?”

“...Nanami.”

“You were gonna send this ‘dream valentine’s day’ list to Nanami,” Shoko deadpans but Satoru could see the mirth in her eyes. She’s laughing at him. “You should’ve told me you already have plans with him. And to think I even switched shifts so I can clock out early.”

“Oh, shut up. You know those plans are with you,” Satoru says, throwing one of the cushions at her which a snickering Shoko deftly caught before sitting beside him. “I was just asking for his input.”

“Why? I think it’s a pretty solid list already.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Shoko hums, lifting her legs to rest on his lap. “I mean, the first on the agenda alone. ‘Make out for approximately seven hours'? Romantic.”

“That’s me. Mr. Romance.” Satoru shrugs, deciding to just ride along Shoko’s teasing as he does.

“Second on the agenda, ‘something with flowers or plants or art’. I get the flowers or plants part, but what’s with the art thing?”

“Thought we’d try something different this year. Bring in a little culture in the mix.”

“Oh? What do you have in mind?” At the face Satoru makes at her, Shoko just grins and needles at him. “C’mon. Secret’s out anyway. Tell me already so I can look forward to it more.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Satoru mutters, pouting.

“Yeah, well, you already messed that one up when you wrong sent to me, buddy.” She pats his arm consolingly and keeps it there. “C’mon. I’m pretty easy to please. I’ll probably still be surprised. I promise.”

Satoru sighs, easily giving in to her as he always does. God. The power this woman holds over him. If she ever realizes she’s got him wrapped around her pinky, the world as they know it is doomed—not like she isn’t aware of it anyway, sharp as she is.

“The Van Gogh Alive exhibit.”

“The one in Shinagawa? I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I know,” he says, reaching over to tuck an errant lock of hair behind her ear before his hand decided to rest on her nape. “Got us tickets the day you mentioned it.”

“Mmm,” Shoko hums, pleased and trying in vain to hide the smile threatening to break out by pressing her lips together. “And then dinner.”

“Yeah, ‘cause we’ll be hungry after all that walking and art appreciating.”

“Not to mention the approximately seven hours of making out prior to that. Smart.”

“I do have my moments.”

“Tiramisu for dessert?”

Satoru shrugs. “I like sweets and you don’t. Gotta find a middle ground, you know? Made a reservation at that French patisserie we said we’d try ages ago.”

“A good a time as any, huh?” Shoko looks back at her phone and reads the last item on the list. “‘Hand stuff’? What, like holding hands—”

“Yes, naturally. Obviously. Definitely a total must!”

“—or… hand stuff ?” Shoko finishes with a suggestive look.

“Or…?” Satoru narrows his eyes at her as if in confusion before realization hits him at Shoko’s look. “Oh. Oh! I actually really only meant the first one, but yes! I am also definitely not opposed to the other hand stuff part.”

“Sounds like a solid dream valentine’s day then.”

“Pick you up at five?”

“Took half of the day off. If you don’t have anything else on your plate today you can pick me up after lunch break,” Shoko says standing up from her perch next to him and starting for the door, already knowing the rest of his day is free. “Gotta get a start on the approximately seven hours of making out if we want to make it to the rest of our reservations after all.”

Shoko exits with a smirk and a wink over her shoulder, leaving Satoru blushing to the tips of his ears and practically vibrating in anticipation.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjjk #jjk fic #satosho #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #shoko ieiri #gojo is such a goofball and shoko is too cool for him #good thing she finds him cute #writing #satoshoko #satoshoko fanfic

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greenycrimson · 3 months

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I've been reading a book called The Unfolding of Language, that talks about language's evolution and changes over time - how decay creates things like variations to pronunciation, how meanings naturally diminish as they're used for intensifiers - lots of really interesting stuff if you're this way inclined - and how similar features appear in very different languages.

For example: the use of 'going to' as an auxiliary (so how you probably say 'gonna' in the places you would use 'will' to indicate a future event) and how it started as a verb (doing word) and how this 'misuse' has made language purists angry, how it's happened in English-- but also in French, Basque, Tamil, and Zulu, so in fact it seems to be a natural feature of human thinking, this transposition of motion in space to a motion in time.

Anyway, good book, do recommend - but I was reading a bit in one of the appendices and it struck me as kind of relevant to a bunch of people's behaviours. It's kind of long, so I'll pop it behind a read more.

The emphasis in bold is mine.

...what I really wanted to know was not so much the change from 'content' to 'grammar', but the actual transformation between syntactic categories. Surely, the switch from verb to auxiliary or from noun to preposition can't just be a matter of gradual changes in meaning. After all, it's not as if a word can be a noun and a preposition at the same time, is it? So there must have been something that actually transformed 'back' from a noun to a preposition, and there must also have been something that changed 'go' from a verb to an auxiliary. And what I would really like to know is when exactly these metamorphoses from one category to another took place, and what exactly sparked them. ... I had always assumed that a word must be one thing or the other, either a verb or an auxiliary, either a noun or a preposition. And now you are telling me that 'gonna' can be both, or perhaps neither. But if words don't always fit neatly into one syntactic category or the other, then why bother with these syntactic categories in the first place? ...

As the linguist Edward Sapir once put it, 'all grammars leak'. The main syntactic categories can be very helpful in capturing broad similarities between words. What's more, a label like 'verb' must also reflect some psychological reality: the perception in people's minds that words like 'kick', 'bite', and a great many others, behave in a very similar way and in similar appear slots. So syntactic categories can be very helpful, especially when you take a bird's-eye view of language. But when you focus on the details, you often find that words don't always fall conveniently under one of the main labels. A word can start acquiring the distribution of another category only gradually, and sometimes it can even remain stuck between categories. When one tries to describe a language, this should not pose serious problems, as long as one remembers that syntactic categories are only meant to be descriptive labels - they are supposed to serve us, not rule us. So when you ask a question such as 'when did should remember a word move from category A to category B?', that the word never had to perform any complicated acrobatics. What you are really asking is: 'when do I decide to stop using the label A for a word, and start using the label B?' So if you discover that a word like gonna' won't oblige, and won't fit neatly under either of your labels, then you should remember that what's problematic is not the word itself, but your labels. This doesn't make your labels completely useless, it just means that they are not perfect in catching every aspect of language.

#people bring this imposition of rigid rules to an organic system and then get cross when the system doesn't fit #Updated to include book title as I'm scatty AF and forgot before #The Unfolding of Language #Guy Deutscher

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kjack89 · 1 year

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9 & enjoltaire for the spotify meme 🦛💖

9. "illicit affairs" by Taylor Swift

E/R, Modern AU. It's a break-up fic, y'all.

The sun glinted off the melting snow and ice in the parking lot, but despite the hint of spring in the air, Enjolras felt more like the half-melted pile of dirty gray slush. His throat felt unexpectedly tight as Grantaire stepped out of his car. “Hey,” he said, his voice strange to his ears.

“Hey,” Grantaire echoed as he popped the trunk of his car and pulled out a cardboard box that matched the one Enjolras was holding.

For a moment, they both just stood there, holding their cardboard boxes and avoiding each other’s eyes. Then, gruffly, Grantaire said, “Here,” at the same time Enjolras started, “Let me—”

Both broke off, and Grantaire let out a dry, humorless laugh. “How about you put yours in my trunk and then take this one?” he suggested.

“Good call,” Enjolras said.

He did just that, swapping the boxes and trying not to let his fingers linger on the soft green of Grantaire’s hoodie, folded at the top of the box he put in Grantaire’s trunk.

But all too soon he had no other choice but to straighten, and take the box of his things that Grantaire held, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of the french press he’d bought perched precariously on top. “You could’ve kept that, you know,” he said, the words out of his mouth before he could stop them.

Grantaire’s brow furrowed in momentary confusion before realization dawned and he looked away. “Nah,” he said dismissively. “I think going back to shitty drip coffee is probably better to limit my caffeine intake anyway.” He cleared his throat. “I did keep the coffee, though.”

“Oh, no,” Enjolras deadpanned. “What ever will I do without half a bag of clearance coffee from Costco?”

For a moment, it looked like Grantaire might laugh, but then something tightened around his eyes. “I guess we’re both going to have to figure out how to get by without a lot of things,” he said quietly.

Which was true, but that didn’t mean Enjolras needed to hear it. Again.

He had no clue what to say to that, so settled for setting his box down on the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets. “So this is it, huh,” he said.

Grantaire nodded. “This is it.”

And yet, despite the finality of that statement, neither man seemed willing to leave, Enjolras to go back inside, Grantaire to drive away.

It would be cleaner, Enjolras thought, if they didn’t still love each other.

But that had never really been their problem, as this current awkward silence had only thrown into sharp relief.

Grantaire huffed a sigh and scrubbed a hand across his face. “I wish there was something more to say,” he admitted, and Enjolras barked a laugh.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” he admitted.

“But I guess we both always knew it would come to this,” Grantaire said, something wistful in his voice.

But Enjolras paused, searching Grantaire’s expression before asking, with just a little bit of last minute-desperation, “Do you think it would have made a difference?”

Grantaire frowned. “What?”

“If we had decided to actually do this thing for real.”

Grantaire flinched. “What part of this wasn’t real for you?” he asked, his voice low.

“That’s not—” Enjolras broke off, swallowing against the emotion he could feel welling in his chest. “It was real for me,” he said softly. “But what I meant was, if we had decided to go public. To tell our friends.” His voice hardened. “To not treat this thing like some kind of an affair even though neither one of us is married.”

Grantaire’s eyes darkened. “You know why we did.”

Enjolras did. He could replay every moment that had landed them here in his mind as if they had happened yesterday, all the way from the very first night Grantaire had walked him home from the Musain—

Even though the walk to his place was close to forty-five minutes, Enjolras felt like barely any time had passed since he and Grantaire had left the Musain, the conversation flowing as easily as Grantaire’s wine usually did.

But no amount of easy conversation would make Enjolras’s apartment any farther away, and he had no choice but to reluctantly stop, turning to face Grantaire. “Well. This is me.”

Grantaire nodded, glancing up at the building. “Nice place,” he remarked, in a way where Enjolras couldn’t really tell if he meant it, or meant it ironically.

It was a good thing he’d long ago stopped trying to interpret Grantaire’s tone. “Thanks,” he said, hesitating before asking, “You, uh, you want to come up? Have a nightcap?”

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “Do you even have any alcohol in there?”

Enjolras scowled. “Of course.”

“Any alcohol that someone didn’t give you as a gift?”

The corners of Enjolras’s mouth twitched toward a smile. “I plead the Fifth.”

Grantaire laughed, but it quickly faded, something almost like regret flashing across his face before he shook his head. “It’s not a good idea.”

Enjolras’s brow furrowed. “Coming up for a drink?”

Grantaire shook his head again. “Coming up at all.”

“Oh.” Enjolras had been assured by anyone who had ever interacted with him and Grantaire that Grantaire had feelings for him, but maybe everyone in the world had collectively lost their minds. “I thought—”

“I do,” Grantaire said, a little too quickly, and Enjolras was gratified he didn’t have to try to explain. “But that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.”

Enjolras’s frown deepened. “Why not?”

Grantaire hesitated, searching Enjolras’s expression for a long moment before sighing. “Because you’ll regret it,” he said, an air of finality in his tone.

“I don’t think—”

“Maybe not today,” Grantaire interrupted, “maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.”

It took Enjolras a moment to place the quote, and he scowled at Grantaire. “Are you quoting Casablanca at me?”

Grantaire just smiled, that crooked little half-smile he only ever seemed to save for Enjolras, and he leaned in and kissed Enjolras’s cheek. “Here’s looking at you, kid.”

But Grantaire’s will, it seemed, was slightly less than Rick Blaine’s, maybe because the stakes weren’t quite as high, or maybe just because he wanted it more. But while it had taken only a few more times walking Enjolras home to cave and join him upstairs, and even less time than that to spend the night, he had always stubbornly insisted that this had to be secret, a thing kept just between the two of them.

There were no dates, except for what late nights they spent together just as they always had at the Musain, or when they ordered delivery to one of their two places, or early mornings when neither of them seemed to want to get out of bed. They celebrated no anniversaries, and made no promises to each other, and what little they had built together could be easily packed into two cardboard boxes.

But Grantaire had a point – none of that made this any less real.

And the worst of it was that Enjolras knew exactly why Grantaire had insisted, knew that he had planned for this exact moment because he always prepared for the worst. While Enjolras was busy falling in love, Grantaire was busy preparing for the inevitable fallout.

Which had been Enjolras’s point. Had they ever really given it a chance when one side was preparing from the beginning for it to end?

As if sensing Enjolras’s train of thought, Grantaire cleared his throat before asking quietly, “Would it be easier? Having to tell everyone, having our friends take sides?”

Of course it wouldn’t be, but Enjolras wasn’t convinced it would be any more difficult.

And now it was too late to find out.

“Well,” he said instead, bending down to pick up his box once more, “I’ve monopolized enough of your time today.” And for the last year. “I, uh, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah,” Grantaire said. “See you around.”

Enjolras hesitated, wanting to say something more, but settled for jerking a nod, and turning to head back inside.

Without warning, Grantaire’s hand flashed out, grabbing his arm and holding him in place, and for a moment, they both just looked at each other. Then Grantaire stepped forward, closing the space between them to kiss Enjolras one last time. For a brief moment, he rested his forehead against Enjolras’s before taking a step back, that small, crooked smile back on his face. “Here’s looking at you, kid,” he managed.

Enjolras blinked back tears. “We’ll always have the Musain,” he said, his voice shaking, just a little.

Grantaire nodded. “And hey, who knows,” he said, something forced in his voice. “Maybe this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

“Yeah,” Enjolras said softly. “Maybe.”

Grantaire let go of Enjolras’s arm and finally went back to his car. Enjolras watched him go, his throat tight.

He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this wasn’t the start of anything.

But it was certainly the end of something beautiful.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #les miserables #fanfiction #modern au #established relationship #break up #light angst #ask #answered #hfullofblagden #spotify wrapped meme #fic meme #ask meme

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purplekoop · 6 months

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Alright screw it, full list of Kirby crossover Overwatch skin ideas:

Kirby Echo. Hard to explain how it looks with words but it works in my head.

King Dedede Reinhardt. In my heart this one is the Mythic skin of this bunch with variants for unmasked, the classic Masked Dedede mask, and the Forgo Dedede mask.

Meta Knight Genji. Not much explaining needed I think.

Bandana Waddle Dee Tracer. I didn't have any better ideas for either end of this pairing, but like. again it works in my head.

Whispy Woods Bastion. I swapped my ideas for Orisa and Bastion back and forth, but figured Ganymede dressed as the small Kirby bird of your choice would make more sense. Plus, Orisa already has a nature-themed skin.

Paint Roller Lucio. I think this is a fan favorite obscure miniboss, plus it'd be a fun different look for a Lucio skin.

Nightmare Sigma. With every idea for group skins I keep casting Sigma as the ultimate big bad, but like... c'mon it works too well here. The Hyperspheres are the ball form.

Rick Wrecking Ball. hamter.

Dark Matter Swordsman Soldier 76. mouthful, yikes. I actually had a list of notes I decided to check partway through making this post, and I forgot about this one. I think the idea was the visor? Could be cool I think.

Marx Junkrat. funny little guy who chucks exploding balls. Could do a fun detail with his prosthetics looking like pieces of Nova.

Heavy Lobster Orisa. Favorite obscure Kirby boss that never shows up in a series full of recurring bosses. Definitely a skin nobody besides me consciously wants.

Mr. Frosty/Chef Kawasaki Roadhog. Hard to pick between these two iconic midbosses, but I very much only see either design working as like, an edgy slasher villain parody of the original when on Roadhog.

Adeline Brigitte. Flail is the paintbrush. That's all the justification I need to say.

Ripple Queen Mei. Definitely a more obscure character to prioritize but the idea won't leave my brain, I think it'd look too cute to pass up. Also yes: Snowball is Ribbon.

Dark Meta Knight Reaper. ow the edge.

Daroach Cassidy. Hat. Though would also consider Ashe, if only just for the sake of Storro B.O.B.

Drawcia Moira. I mean Moira throws around blobs and sprays of bright colors around, it works. Plus I think this'd be a fun look for her that's not too out of place stylistically.

Necrodeus Doomfist. Felt bad not having a Mass Attack reference of any kind for some reason (even though I don't have an Epic Yarn character here and that's my favorite spinoff). This was the best pairing of "cool bad guy" matching that I had left, but I mean I think it'd look cool.

Magolor Zenyatta. Silly floating man with his orbs and mysterious past.

Landia Pharah. Another niche one but it looks sick in my head. Was also considering giving her Dyna Blade.

Taranza Lifeweaver. Okay explaining this one: sad pretty boy with trauma and a flower motif. Plus they both use grabby magic to yoink people. Works with how average Rein players feel about Life Grip.

Queen Sectonia Symmetra. I wanted to have Sectonia somewhere and by process of elimination this is the idea I like the best. Not explicitly meant for a SymWeaver thing but hey that works too. the inverse height dynamic between the pairings feels wrong though...

Susie D.va. This is another obvious one, little pink bitches with big mechs, little pew pews, trauma, and room for me to project onto.

Haltmann Torbjorn. Another one from my notes I completely forgot about. But like. Yeah no it still checks out.

Francisca Junker Queen. A guilty pleasure choice aside from the shared blue hair and axes.

Flamberge Illari. Listen the brain blast I had when I realized "burny powers and also her gun looks like a weird sword." Plus they both scream an above average amount.

Zan Partizanne Widowmaker. It'd be a crime if she wasn't one of the most canonically french Kirby characters.

Hyness/Void Termina Ramattra. I don't know the exact logistics of how this works but in the abstract concept in my head this looks awesome.

Gorimondo Winston. monke.

Yeah that's the list! Everybody besides Mercy, Hanzo, Zarya, Ana, Sombra, Ashe, Baptiste, Sojourn, and Kiriko got one. Also no Mauga... or Venture... or Space Ranger... look this list was from a while ago, plus none of these are even out yet so sue me. (actually had a few ideas for Mercy, but none of them felt really satisfying. Favorite idea for her was using Forgotten Land's final boss mostly because of the silhouette being... more similar than you'd think at first.) Also I got at least part of each of the dream friends besides Gooey, but like. Literally what Overwatch character reminds anyone in any way of Gooey. Be honest with me here.

#overwatch #kirby #fan skin ideas #I am NOT tagging everyone individually #that's like 60 characters

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realityparty · 2 years

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EDDIE MUNSON WEEK: Day three, graduation/ the freak or high school AU

This is my take on the whole Eddie being with a cheerleader.

TITLE: Bring It On SUMMARY: Jensen tries out for the Hawkins cheer squad, much to Eddie’s horror. PAIRING: Eddie x OFC

WORD COUNT: 9k WARNINGS: 18+, underage drinking, smut, Eddie has a thigh fetish, cursing I apologized if the smut is terrible. Hopefully, I caught most of the spelling errors! Writing Links: Stranger Things Masterlist

It seemed Hawkins was going through an intense heat wave. Despite sitting in front of a fan, going to the pool, and heck, even taking a dip in Lover’s Lake could not bring any reprieve from the brutal heat of the sun. Eddie was fully convinced that it was the heat that had the words coming out of his best friend’s mouth.

They had decided to sweat it out in his trailer, clad in the simplest clothes. And as much as he loved his long hair, it was sort of becoming a nuisance. Jensen had offered her braiding skills. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but the feeling of Jensen parting his hair so gently and the way her fingers scratched his scalp felt really good. The bonus was in this heat wave he won’t have to worry about his hair for a couple of days as well as she works on giving him two French braids.

Eddie knew he got extremely lucky with his friendship with Jensen Thomas.

She had moved to town in January of this year and he had the added advantage of being her neighbor. That also meant he could be on the welcoming committee as well. She had moved in from Indianapolis with her dad.

Jensen was a different breed than all the girls that infested Hawkins. Eddie could admit Hawkins was homogenous. Anything that was a little outside of the normally repressed WASP suit with its nuclear family and a white picket fence was considered the devil’s work. Or “a freak” as they have labeled him along with his Hellfire club.

Jensen had curly brown hair streaked with vibrant pink, purple, and blue strands. Her skin, usually a tawny beige color, which was a vast contrast to his and 99.9% of the population's white skin, stood out. Now, her skin was turning to a brown-red terra cotta or maybe a smooth ochre darkened from the sun. He felt depending on the colors she wore would highlight the deep bronze of her skin. And her deep brown eyes he wanted to plant himself in her deep gazes.

But she was different and beautiful. She made him almost grateful that he had to repeat senior year, especially now with the words that had tumbled out of her mouth, which had him questioning his sanity.

“Cheerleading?” Eddie repeated as the word tasted foul on his tongue. “Of all things, Cheerleading! Just join Hellfire, officially, if you’re bored.”

He had yet been able to convince Jensen to actually join a D&D campaign officially. Despite boasting that he was the best Dungeon Master she could ever have the honor of learning under, it had only rewarded him with a smirk and a pat on the head as she declared she would rather watch than play.

He didn’t need to be looking at her to know she rolled her eyes. “This place has no gymnastic team, Eddie. Rolling dice isn’t exactly going to keep me nice and limber.”

Eddie's heart raced. If she got on the cheerleading team, it meant her possibly leaving the lunch table. She would have to attend those stupid sports games and associate with people who were the bane of his existence. Oh god, what if a jock tried to make a move on her?

Eddie’s head snapped back by Jensen’s grip. He met the somber gaze of Jensen as she pulled him back by his hair.

“Don’t be overdramatic, please.”

He groaned as her full and supple lips formed a pout. He was a goner, and they both knew it.

“No promises.”

Jensen rolled her eyes as she pulled his head back to the position she needed it in as she finished his braids.

Eddie sighed as he felt his world was about to turn upside down.

Eddie felt like the tryouts had come too quickly for his liking. In between his band’s practice and gigs and D&D campaigns, she subjected him to many cheers and dances. He thought at this point he could audition to wave chopped-up plastic bags around. It was with dread that he realized his friend was serious about this endeavor.

And he was going to be a supportive friend. After all, she has come to every Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout, listened to all his rants on D&D, and she even designed a new Hellfire shirt for this upcoming school year.

It was a no-brainer that he would give her a ride to the tryouts. He ignored the fact he was willingly driving to Hawkins High in the middle of summer, not for school, but he frowned at all the cars that filled the parking lot.

It’s all green, yellow, and hair neat and clean. The total opposite of his green and white dented van, curly hair, and ripped jeans. It was weird that they considered him a cult leader.

“You can stay in the van.”

Eddie whipped his head over to look at Jensen, who was eying him apprehensively. He gave her a soft smile. “Just give me a minute.”

Jensen didn’t question him. She only nodded her head as she hopped out of the van. She looked back at him and he gave her a wave that seemed to settle something in her. Eddie rested his head against the steering wheel. Christ, he was 19, and he was on the verge of insanity because his friend wanted to be a cheerleader.

Eddie sighed as he stepped out of the driver’s seat and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. The nicotine flooding his system made him happy. He debated on if he should stay in his van, but he knew he wouldn’t. He would suffer in watching them wave plastic bags around as his brain matter leaked out of his ears.

He finished his cigarette quickly and flicked it out of his fingers tips since Jensen wasn’t here to scold him for littering.

He leisurely made his trek to the track field where there was a group of girls in their athletic best waiting to try out. He made his way to the bleachers, and he froze as his boots hitting the metal made a loud bang, causing all eyes to fly towards him.

He looked at the group of girls glaring at him for interrupting whatever speech was being said. Except there was a pair of deep eyes that reminded him of syrup looking at him and he was drowning as he watched a smile bloom across her face.

Eddie watched impressed as Jensen worked through the tryouts and all the challenges those girls were throwing at her. He was like a proud mom as he mouthed the routine with her and did small mimicking movements of the familiar Hawkins cheers he heard for the past five years. Yet, when she did her freestyle, he didn’t care about the attention he drew himself as he cheered and clapped loudly for Jensen.

“Hey, Freak!”

Eddie eyed Jason Carver and his bandit of idiots standing at the bottom of the bleachers.

His eyes caught Jensen’s, who had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. He threw her a quick smirk as he gave Jason a blinding smile.

“Who have I pissed off to earn the displeasure of your company?” Eddie replied from his place. His eyes gleamed as Jason’s chest puffed underneath his Hawkins gray t-shirt.

“What are you even doing here?”

Eddie eyed the boy. “Minding my business.” Eddie plopped back down on the metal bench. “Is there a purpose you’re over here because I’ll have you know I charge by the hour?” Eddie threw in a wink for good measure and watched as Jason’s face turned an interesting shade of red.

Jason and his cronies left him alone, and Eddie turned his attention back to Jensen. Her eyes were full of questions. He rewarded her with some devil horns with his fingers and stuck his tongue out. He could hear her laughter from the bench.

Jensen was bursting with energy as the tryouts were over. Eddie watched as she practically skipped to the car. “You want some burgers?”

“Well, if you are offering,” Jensen replied with that sweet smile of hers. “Eddie Munson, my personal sugar daddy.”

Eddie snorted. “Maybe we will have to put those cheerleading skills to use then.”

“People do have fetishes for girls wearing the cheerleading skirt.” Jensen stood in front of his van and posed like a pin-up girl. “How much do you think I could make in an hour?”

Eddie paused as he eyed Jensen’s frame. She wasn’t stick thin like most of the girls. She had curves and his favorite features were her ass and thighs. Jesus, Eddie needed to get a grip. Her thighs were exposed in that stupid skirt were about to be his most beautiful nightmare. After all, when did he develop those feelings for Jensen?

Jensen made the squad, which wasn’t surprising to Eddie. He thought the squad would have been stupid to not have her. Yet, now her free time was taken up by cheerleading and their stupid fundraising. He was sure that if he didn’t live next door to her, he wouldn’t see her as much. Maybe he was being a tad dramatic, considering he was in a band and played D&D. He was just used to Jensen tagging along and being there.

It was Monday afternoon and the boys just got done practicing their gig for Tuesday night at the Hideout. With Jensen going to be gone for most of the day, he had offered to take them to get burgers and then go rent a movie.

They were passing downtown when they came across a display of balloons and a wet street. Eddie frowned as he looked at the gaggle of girls in their bright, colorful swimsuits.

“Holy shit! Is that Jensen!” Gareth exclaims with his face practically plastered to the window.

Eddie’s foot pressed on the brake and had his van screeching as he caught Jensen in her two-piece that was black with multi-colored frogs on it. He was at least thankful that she was wearing a pair of jean shorts. Yet, he didn’t know she even owed a pair of daisy dukes.

Jensen had her hair in two French braids similar to the style she gave him weeks before. She was laughing at something Chrissy said. Her skin was wet and glistening. Either way, he didn’t know why he felt her swimming suit was more scandalous and dangerous to his libido when they both jumped into Lover’s Lake only in their underwear.

Eddie smacked the back of Gareth and Jeff's heads. “Avert your eyes.”

“Come on, man, it ain’t like we are the only one looking,” Gareth replied as he rubbed his head.

“Besides, have you to admit that Jensen is hot as fuck?” Jeff added.

“Whoa!” Eddie yelled as he glared at his two friends. “Way out of line.”

Gareth snorted. “Just because we are all friends. We aren’t blind, Eddie. I think the only reason people haven’t tried anything is because of you. But if she is now a cheerleader…”

“Now what,” Eddie pressed.

“...its like open season with those jocks,” Gareth answered.

Eddie shook his head. Jensen wasn’t like that. She wouldn’t date the likes of Jason Carver and his band of idiots. She wouldn’t replace him with them.

Eddie turned his gaze back to the burning asphalt and soapy cars.

It convinced Eddie that cheerleading was the real cult.

“You’re not even listening to me.”

Eddie’s brown eyes bore into Jensen’s, who was lounging across his bed. They both had nothing to do for the day for once. They had the trailer to themselves. He was moving between plotting a new D&D campaign and plucking the strings on his guitars. She was flipping through a magazine, which was new for her. And from the quick flash he saw of it, it looked to be Cosmo.

“What?” He said gruffly as his fingers tapped against his D&D binder.

“Wayne said you’ve been moody for the past few weeks.”

“What?”

“Edward.”

“When you even talk to Wayne?”

“Today. I see him as much as you see him, Eddie.”

“Hmm,” Eddie replied.

He didn’t see it coming when his binder was snatched from his lap.

“Hey!” He shouted as she placed the binder underneath her. Eddie immediately lunged after her, but her knees come up. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her down.

“Ahh!”

He smiled as the binder was visible. However, he underestimated she was a gymnast as her legs wrapped themselves tightly around his waist. He made an oomph sound as he toppled over. He caught himself with his forearms and he peered down at her.

“What is up with you?” She asked.

“Nothing.”

“Edward.”

“I’m being serious, nothing,” he reiterated.

“And I’m the Queen of England,” Jensen retorted.

Eddie rolled his eyes, and he looked down at Jensen, who still had a vice grip on him with her legs. “You know, the last time a girl had me like this, my bed got lovely decorations.”

“Ugh, gross Eddie.”

Eddie cackled as she released him and he plopped down on the bed beside her, causing her to jiggle a bit.

Jensen turned, so she was on her side as she peered at him. “We need to go school shopping.”

Eddie made a disgusted face that caused Jensen to laugh. She moved over so her chin was resting on his chest. “You are going to graduate this year, Eddie.”

“You still sitting at the table?”

“What in the hell type of question is that?” Jensen asked, offended. “Of course I am.” Jensen sat up and ruffled his hair, causing him to slap her hands away. “Don’t be silly, Eds.”

She leaned over and grabbed the magazine she was looking at. She threw it on his chest and he realized it wasn’t Cosmo she was looking at, but the local ads.

“What color bookbag do you want this year?”

He didn’t know what it was about this moment as he looked at Jensen and watched as she grabbed his guitar. Her fingers played a very choppy rendition of “Cherry Bomb” that should embarrass them both, considering how many times he had tried to teach her the basics.

He watched as she mimicked the stage presence of Joan Jett and gave him a blinding smile.

Damn, he had a crush on his best friend.

Jensen had only been half-serious when she told Eddie about trying out for cheerleading. It had surprised her he didn’t insist he needed to perform an exorcism right then and there. She was serious when she told him she needed some physical activity. She missed the routine of gymnastics. God, she missed having sore muscles and the stupid leotards.

Jensen longed for the camaraderie between her and her teammates. Then she felt guilty, as Eddie was her best friend and he more than made up for the things she missed. He had easily welcomed her to the fold. He had been the best welcoming committee anyone could have asked her. It was a shame and pity how people in town treated him.

It baffled her that Eddie was considered scandalous for liking heavy metal and D&D when it was normal and accepted in the more urban areas of states. Still, Eddie was the bright spot in her life and she hoped to never lose his friendship.

She knew he was having a hard time with her being a cheerleader now. She wished she could say that it was utterly miserable. Yet, it wasn’t. The girls said nothing to her face nasty. She was under no illusion that they never said anything bad about Eddie or her. They were nice to her face, especially since she brought skill to their routine. Still, just being a cheerleader brought her teetering on the edge of moving up on the social ladder that she and Eddie both despised.

Yet, she was surprised she had convinced him to come to a sports game. As a cheerleader, it was mandated to cheer for both the football and basketball teams. Football in the fall and basketball in the spring.

Jensen was nervous. Her fingers gripped the edge of her green skirt. She turned into the mirror and admired her body. Luckily the Spanx provided the coverage she needed not to flash everyone. She grabbed her pompoms and found Eddie and her dad talking.

The two immediately stop talking. A weird feeling settled in her tummy as Eddie's eyes do a once-over and linger on her legs before they snapped to her face when her dad coughed.

A fire burned in Eddie's cheek that stayed the rest of the night.

"I don't get it," Eddie muttered as they pulled out of the school's parking lot.

"I think they could say the same for people who play D&D, Eds," Jensen added as she buckled herself in. It had surprised her to find that Eddie stayed sat on the bleachers and didn't escape to smoke a joint at his selling point.

She watched as he sat on the bleacher chewing his thumbs and hair. He seemed to pay attention to the game, which garner his confusion about how people were investing in people cheering for someone to run across a field.

"Thanks for coming, Eddie."

Eddie peered at her through his growing bangs. "You don't have to thank me. You know I need to support my girl."

Her cheeks warmed at his words. The smile was instant on her lips. She leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

The van served a bit and his brown eyes were as wide as he eyed her. "What was that for?"

Jensen shrugged her shoulders. "Just cuz."

Affection between them wasn’t uncommon. She was used to Eddie wrapping her in tight hugs. He loved squeezing her cheeks, making her lips pucker. If they were lounging on the couch since she had curly hair, he couldn’t exactly run his fingers through it. He would run his fingertips along her hairline.

She was the type to lie on top of him if he was lounging on his stomach. She loved playing with his hands, twisting the rings on his fingers that decorated them. If he was seated, she had no problem wrapping herself around his shoulders or across his lap.

Yet, kisses were rare. Eddie would playfully kiss her hand and that was usually it.

Now, though, she wondered what it would feel like to kiss Eddie. If he liked to tease and nibble on lips. The taste of him in her mouth. Most likely, there would be the lingering taste of beer. Nicotine would stain his tongue. If he would kiss her, would it be as if he was starving for breath for her? Or would he tame the urge to be consumed by her - them?

But Eddie was her best friend. She knew there was no use in having thoughts like that.

Thankfully, cheerleading didn’t alter their schedule too much with school. Jensen relied on Eddie for rides, so she was thankful that any games or practice coincided with his Hellfire schedule. Although she forgot how seriously Eddie took his campaigns and they could go on for hours. She knew he was waiting to crush the spirits of the poor freshmen that had joined Hellfire. Not one to cause a disturbance and have all eyes on her if she walked into Hellfire, she waited in Eddie’s van. She bid bye to the girls and reassured Chrissy she was fine in waiting. After all, she preferred not to have to sit in a car with Jason Carver.

Thankfully, Eddie had cleaned his van out and she smirked at the air fresheners haphazardly hung in the van. She had been bitching for weeks. His van was like a dirty locker room. She got comfortable in the passenger seat and thought maybe she could try to sleep. A quick nap would do her good, as she knew Eddie would have a burst of adrenaline after a session if it went as well as he planned.

She didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until the sharp jolt of the van had her bolting upright.

“You little shit!” Eddie barked as he glared at his back seats.

Jensen blinked and wiped her eyes. She looked at Eddie, confused. “What’s going on?”

He gave her a remorseful smile. “Sorry, babe, promised to give the kiddos a ride.”

Jensen fixed her seat and turned to stare at Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, and Mike Wheeler. The only one missing was Will Byers. She assumed Jonathon had picked him up. She found the boys sweet. There was some serious hero worship going on with Dustin and Eddie. As much as Eddie acted indifferent towards it, she knew he was loving it and that someone seemed to admire and respect him.

Jensen loved all the boys. However, her favorite was Will. She wouldn’t admit it aloud as she didn’t want to cause any tension between the boys.

“Hi, Jen,” Dustin and Lucas greeted.

“Sorry, Jen,” Mike said with a grimace. He must have been the culprit in slamming the door. She turned to find Eddie glaring daggers at the raven-haired boy. She rolled her eyes at Eddie.

“Hi, boys. How was the session?”

She almost regretted the question as it seemed a firework shot off as the three began speaking at once. Excitement was clear in their tones as they regale the torture Eddie put them through. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Eddie smiling. Yet, seeing their excitement despite the school’s whispers about them being a cult, made her feel proud of Eddie - for Eddie.

Jensen waved bye to Dustin as he stood at his door before going in. She noticed that each parent (mother) of the boys’ were eagerly waiting for their return and couldn’t thank Eddie enough for dropping them off home.

Who knew Eddie was a hit with suburban moms?

“It’s sweet you do this?” Jensen said as they pulled away from Dustin’s street.

Eddie shrugged. “It’s no biggie. Have to care for all my little sheep.”

“Just a regular Bo Peep,” Jensen teased.

Eddie smiled. “How was practice?”

Jensen sighed. "Brutal!"

Jensen didn't know why the girls were stressing about their simple routines. It wasn't as if they were a team that tried out for competitions. The Hawkins Tigers cheerleading squad was small fries. They weren't even a ripple in a whirlpool.

"I just want to lay in bed and be a zombie."

"What's hurting?"

"My calves lately."

"So another night of ice and a massage?"

"Eddie, you don't have to sacrifice your Friday for me." She knew he couldn't really want to have another night with her legs packed with ice while he kneaded the taut muscles of her shoulders and arm.

"Pssh, nonsense," Eddie said. "It's no problem."

Jensen smiled.

"You want McDonald's?" Eddie offered.

"Yes, please."

Eddie thought he could handle it. He was used to things being said about him and his friends. People were always talking about his clothes, hair, shoes, and whatever else they found wrong with him on a certain day.

It was another thing to bear witness to the words the boys of Hawkins were saying about Jensen. Things that made his ears burn and want to go on a rampage.

However, his limit had reached its peak as he watched his new little sheep's eye Jensen in that ridiculously short cheerleading skirt at lunch. It turned his pretzels into pellets as he threw them at the three teenagers, who from his knowledge, had girlfriends. They had been lingering a little too long.

It also didn't make any goddamn sense why people were appreciating Jensen in a skirt when her ass looked better in jeans.

The math wasn't making any fucking sense and he would know it since math was the only class he passed with barely any effort.

He knew for the next D&D session; it was going to be extra torturous for those boys.

Eddie groaned as he eyed Jensen rummaging through his fridge. He had a clear shot of said ass as she was bent over. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the excuse of shorts she was wearing and she was wearing a thong or no underwear.

He smacked a hand to his face as this knowledge he could do without.

"You okay over there?"

Eddie groaned again, as he couldn't exactly tell her about the naughty thoughts he was having. He shook his head as he couldn't think of a convincing fib to tell her.

Eddie felt the cushion sink on the other end of the couch. He looked at her through his bangs as she eyed him with concern. He leaned forward with a decorative pillow, which he was sure she bought it and laid on her lap.

"Eddie?"

The weary metal head shook his head, as he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't know how to verbalize that he hated how other boys were looking at her. He cursed those stupid cheerleading uniforms that fit her body a little too well. Or worse, the fact he couldn't do a damn thing about anything. He was her friend. Not her boyfriend. He had no claim to her.

"Can you play with my hair?" He asked.

"Yeah," she muttered as her nails began scratching his scalp. He felt a shiver travel down his back and goosebumps pucker against his skin.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" Jensen probed.

"I don't think I can explain it,” he answered. What could he say without laying his feelings on the line and risk their friendship? He didn’t want to make things awkward. The repeat senior had little experience with girls and had never been in a relationship. So it shocked him he even befriended Jensen and maintain the relationship.

“Can you try?” She questioned gently as she massaged his scalp.

Eddie sighed and turned to lie fully on his back. Jensen’s hands move his hair away from his face and she trails his hairline.

“If you didn’t want to be here, you don’t have to. I know you made some new friends with the cheerleaders.”

Jensen frowned. “What gives you the impression I don’t want to be here?”

“I heard Philip Hayes was going to ask you out,” Eddie told her. Phillip was on the swim team. The aquatic athlete had been eyeing Jensen even before she slipped on that cheerleading uniform. He knew the tall, wiry boy had a major crush on Jensen. He remembered vividly how the boy stammered and stuttered when they worked on a group project. It was the worst three weeks of his life.

“He did,” Jensen told him a matter-of-factly.

“What! When?” Eddie asked, scandalized. “What did you say!”

“No, clearly. And he asked me on Thursday.”

“Why did you say no?”

“Because I don’t like him.”

“You don’t?”

“No. Besides, if I even got a boyfriend, I wouldn’t ditch you, Eddie.”

Eddie wanted to believe her words, but he knew things changed. There wouldn’t be room for him in her world and he wouldn’t want to be a third wheel.

“And you’re going on about me getting a boyfriend. What happens when you get a girlfriend, huh?”

“That will never happen,” he protested. “You’re the only girl in my life, sweetheart.”

“You tell your guitar that?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

Jensen giggled, and she went back to the light feather tip touches on his forehead.

"By the way, can we order pizza? You have fuck all in your fridge."

Eddie snorted. "Sure, sweetheart."

Eddie didn’t know why he agreed to come to this stupid party. The long-haired metal head was sure it had nothing to do with Jensen’s pouty lips, the way she was batting her eyelashes, and the way her ass jiggled in her tight jeans. He knew she had been ducking most of the party invitations, but curiosity got to someone at a certain point. He knew that all too well.

The party wasn’t a total bust. As Hawkins go to drug dealer, he was able to sell out his stash pretty quickly. He may buy some new amps, or he was eying this nice easel for Jensen to get her for Christmas.

Yet, after an hour or two, he was ready to leave. Jensen had stayed by his side as people approached for deals. Yet, after the 5th person interrupted them, she had left his side, and he hadn’t seen her sense. He ignored most of the offers of playing beer pong, darts, or trying to chug a keg. His mission was to find Jensen and to see if she had her fun yet. He necessarily didn’t want to be a party pooper, but this was not exactly his scene.

These people were only tolerating him now because of the drugs and alcohol in their system having them fuzzy. It would only take one person to sober up a bit or be a mean drunk to target any of their teenage frustration out on him. He didn’t want Jensen in that line of fire.

He thought she would be with Chrissy since, from what he gathered, they talked the most among the girls. However, she said that it was still a stilted friendship as Chrissy still allowed Jason to talk shit on him. He found Chrissy was sucking Jason’s tongue. He vomited a little at that sight. He groaned before he went deeper into the house and eventually walked down some steps to a furnished basement.

He felt his stomach drop as he found Jensen with Philip Hayes. They were standing too close to his comfort, and he saw red as Philip’s hand was on Jensen’s waist a little too close to the top of her ass.

He didn’t care if he bumped into people as he moved toward Jensen. He felt his irritation skyrocket even further as there was a red solo cup in her hand. Jensen didn’t even like beer or alcohol of any sort.

“Jensen.”

Jensen jumped while Philip looked at him with annoyance. Jensen placed the red solo cup, which was full on the counter. She looked at him sheepishly.

“You ready to go?” He asked her.

She didn’t get to answer as Philip puffed out his chest. “Dude, you ain’t her fucking boyfriend.” Eddie could smell the alcohol and weed on the man’s breath.

Eddie sighed in frustration. “Jen.”

Jensen nodded as she moved out of Philip’s hold. The man scoffed. “Whatever, you teasing bitch. Have fun with your freak.”

Eddie went to attack, but Jensen intercepted. Her arms wrapped around him, making them chest to chest. “Eddie, it’s not worth it.”

Eddie shook his head. He turned and led the two of them out of the party into his van. Maybe he slammed the door a little too hard. But he was pissed. Pissed he let some stupid boy get him so riled up. Pissed that Jensen allowed the dude to have his hands over her. He should have never agreed to go to this stupid party. Worst of all, he knew what would have happened between her and Philip if he wasn’t there to interrupt.

“I thought you didn’t like him?” He asked, breaking the silence. There was no music playing in his van for once.

“I don’t.”

“Then what the fuck was that back there?” he asked voice filled with venom.

“It was nothing, Eddie.” She was dismissive, as if his eyes couldn’t see that she wasn’t doing anything to dissuade the man’s flirting.

Eddie snorted. “So his hand on your ass was nothing.”

“His hand was not on my ass!” Jensen shrieked.

“Pretty damn close, princess!”

He patted his pockets for a cigarette. It made him even angrier when he couldn’t find them. “Grab me a smoke.” He pointed towards the glove box.

“You’re unbelievable,” Jensen remarked as she opened the glove box and rummaged through it.

“I’m unbelievable,” Eddie said mockingly. “Well, sweetie, I think you are full of shit when you’re telling me you don’t like him, and next thing I know, it seems you two are Ren and Ariel.”

“One, I fucking hate that movie and you know it! But I just told you it was nothing. I don’t like him. And he only started talking to me right before you approached me.”

“And you just let everyone put your hands on you these days, huh?” Eddie knew he crossed a line as it seemed it sucked all the air out of the van.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Jensen asked, but he knew she wasn’t really asking. She released a humorless chuckle. “You have no right to act like a jealous boyfriend. You can’t be pissed at other boys for showing a goddamn interest in me.”

“Philip just wants to fuck you,” Eddie said bluntly. He could write a novel about how many people wanted to sleep with her.

“Oh, like you don’t,” Jensen replied with bitterness.

Eddie sucked in a deep breath. Her words stung. The fight left him a bit. “This - I…I’m just looking out for you.”

“Well, newsflash, I don’t need you to.”

“If you wanted to stay talking to Philip, you could’ve. You didn’t need to follow me out of the party. Don’t me have holding you back from doing something stupid..”

“Whatever,” Jensen said. She found the pack of cigarettes and threw it at him.

“Hey!” He shouted as it smacked him in the face. “What the fuck was that for!”

“Because you’re an asshole!” Jensen screamed. “Just stop the car.”

“What?”

“Stop the fucking car!”

Eddie swerved over and parked the car. “Jesus Christ, what the hell is your problem?”

He was unprepared for the loud sob to take over the van. His cigarette was forgotten as Jensen hid her face in her hands.

“Shit,” he said with remorse. “Jen,” he reached out to touch her shoulder, but she recoiled.

She unclipped her seatbelt and reached for the handle. “What are you doing?” He asked, worried.

“I don’t want to be in the car with you.”

“Jen, seriously, it’s in the middle of the night. You going to walk home?”

“If it gets me away from you, yes!” She opened the door and slid out.

“Jensen!” He yelled. He watched horrified as she began making the trek towards their trailers, which was still ways to go. He got out of the driver’s seat.

“I will leave your ass!”

“It’s what I want you to do!” She screamed into the night.

“Jensen, seriously!” As she picked up her pace, he yelled at her. She continued walking down the road and ignored him.

He swore as she cut into the woods, effectively cutting his view of her. He stood in front of his van and chewed on his thumbnail. She had no flashlight to guide her, only the moon and on foot, it would take her like 20 minutes to get to their place.

This was not how he expected his night to go at all.

Jensen walked the rest of the way home. He trailed the edge of the woods slowly. Ignoring the beeps of various car horns. He got home before her and he stayed perched on his tiny porch until she broke through the wood’s edge.

She promptly ignored him and slammed her door in his face as she entered her own trailer. He knew it was best to give her space for the rest of the weekend. He knew he was an asshole for what happened. Eddie could have expressed his frustrations in a better -healthier way. Though that wasn’t the Munson way, he wasn’t like his uncle, who spoke in few words. Eddie, unfortunately, inherited his father’s mouth with dealing with emotions. He twisted words to make them hurt because he couldn’t outright say what was going on in his head.

Thankfully, everyone left him alone for the weekend. His uncle when coming home from his shift to crash, didn’t even ask about his and Jensen’s plans. The super senior was left strumming his acoustic guitar, and he was not watching through his window for any activity in the Thomas’ household.

Eddie knew that an apology would not be simply enough. He was going to have to get on his knees and grovel. There was a twinge of optimism that this could be a segue to him admitting his feelings for her. He could take the rejection. It would suck, but it would give the reason for his behavior. It wouldn’t excuse it but clear the air.

But on Monday morning, Jensen wasn’t waiting for him by his van berating him for being a sleepyhead. He knew his best friend must have been pissed to take the bus. They shared a locker at school and his heart dropped to his stomach as all her morning books were gone. They didn’t share classes, so it wouldn’t be until lunch they would see each other.

He barely paid attention in his morning classes as he fiddled with his rings, chewed on his nails, and couldn’t stop his leg from shaking. Multiple teachers scolded him for the distraction. He hoped she would be at least receptive to going to his picnic table in the woods to get some privacy and talk.

That hope swirled in the drain where her seat at their table was left empty. All eyes were on them as she sat with the cheerleaders for the first time. To add insult to injury, Philip was sitting right next to her.

“Uhh, what’s going on?” Dustin asked. His hair wasn’t tamed by gel today and whipped back and forth from teen’s movements. The curls out and loose. Eddie suspected Jensen had something to do with that.

Eddie would not admit any problems or cracks in his relationship with Jensen. He would divulge as little as possible. He opened his small baggie of pretzels. “Nothing for any of you to worry about.” He warned. His face was serious and no further questions are asked about him and Jensen.

She wasn’t there waiting next to his van. In fact, he bore witness to Chrissy giving her a ride.

On Tuesday, he didn’t know what to expect. It scared him to approach her, and she seemed fine in ignoring his existence. The worse thing was her missing her first ever Corroded Coffin gig that night.

Jensen did not mean for the silent treatment to go on for as long as it did. She did stew for the entire weekend over Eddie’s words. The mere insinuation that she was just going to let anyone touch her had her even temper skyrocket. It was one thing for random nobodies to talk shit on her and what she may or may not be doing with Eddie, but to hear Eddie say that to her even in anger, it hurt her.

She couldn’t believe her friend would do that to her. She knew he didn’t mean it, but it didn’t change the fact that they said it. Multiple times she wanted to march over his trailer and give him a piece of her mind. Or really get down to what the hell crawled up his ass? Better yet, for him to finally admit his feelings. It wasn’t fair for him to act like a jealous boyfriend, but do nothing about it.

The only positive thing about her week was getting to know Chrissy a bit better. Chrissy was nice and sweet. It was a shame that she was dating her bubble butt boyfriend, Jason Carver. It was the one thing she couldn’t really get past with Chrissy. She wanted to really consider Chrissy a friend, but she couldn’t ignore the fact Chrissy was a bystander to the bullying he did to Eddie and everyone associated with the Hellfire club.

It was the one thing she felt guilty about with being a cheerleader was she was mingling with people that was nasty to her best friend.

It was becoming a mess of feelings and she didn’t know what to do, or even why she thought it was a good idea to go to another party. This time without Eddie. Worse, it was at Benny’s old restaurant lot that Jason Carver and his band of idiots called home.

As soon as she arrived on the dingy graffiti lot, she had been ready to go home. The smell of the weed that permeated the place was enough to give anyone contact. There were liters of alcohol filling tables. She hated the taste of alcohol. She would share the occasional joint with Eddie. But alcohol was something she did not like the taste of. It did nothing for her. Yet, she was feeling miserable and the jungle juice tasted like pineapples.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t think she drank that much,” Chrissy apologized, as Eddie carried a clearly intoxicated Jensen to his van.

Eddie wasn’t sure what to think when his phone rung in his trailer and Chrissy Cunningham informed him that Jensen needed to be picked up. Concern had him rushing for his shoes and keys. Yet, as he arrived at Benny’s abandoned place and saw that Chrissy was nice enough to be ready outside. He wouldn’t have to work through sweaty bodies to reach her.

“Thanks for calling me,” he told Chrissy as he buckled Jensen in. She was strangely quiet. As she looked at him, he knew she was awake. He couldn’t tell if she was sad or confused. He guessed he could rule out her being some talkative drunk.

He closed the passenger door and looked at the strawberry blonde. “Do you need a ride?” He offered.

She shook her head and smiled. “No, I’m here with Jason. Could you just have her call me tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” he told her. Chrissy walked back to the party as he slid into the driver’s seat. He turned on the ignition and pulled out the lot. Fleetwood Mac was playing softly in the background.

He wasn’t sure what to say or if he had anything to say.

Jensen hiccuped. “You’re mad at me?”

Eddie gripped the steering wheel. He was mad. It was one thing to go to a party, but the fact she got drunk that Chrissy had to call him because she was worried she overdid it left him pissed. To make matters worse, she was still in that stupid cheerleading uniform.

“Yes, I am,” he admitted. She got drunk around unfamiliar people when it wasn’t in her normal to be drinking. It didn’t help that this was how they were talking to each other after a week of silence.

She didn’t reply and her gaze stayed looking at the passing scenery. For once, Eddie was okay with the silence.

He pulled into his parking space. He expected he would walk a shaky Jensen back to her house. The following morning, Eddie would walk into her trailer and give her the riot act as he knew she would have a killer hangover.

Instead, the intoxicate cheerleader stumbled out of his van. Her feet shuffled to his door. His brown eyebrow quirked, and he decided he would not question it. He unlocked his front door and opened it for her.

“Let me get you some water,” he told her as she breezed by him. He could still smell the scent of vanilla that clung to her skin. She stood by his counter top as he grabbed her a cup and filled it with tap water.

He ignored the wrinkle of her nose. Now wasn’t the time for her to act like a princess. She took the cold water and sipped it tentatively. His eyes never left her frame. He could tell it was making her nervous as she squirmed from where she stood.

“I’m sorry,” she told him as she bit her bottom lip.

He nodded his head to acknowledge the apology. “You feel sick?”

She shook her head as she set down the empty cup. “Come on, I’m tired.”

It was normal for them to have sleepovers despite being neighbors. Somehow, they were at his more than hers. Still, she had a space in his drawers, which were shrunken shirts and pants that literally did not fit anymore. He passed her a set so she could take in the bathroom to brush her teeth and change.

He quickly stripped down to a pair of shorts. Despite the nights becoming cooler, Eddie slept hot. He placed his hair in a bun atop of his head while he waited for Jensen to come out of the bathroom. She shuffled in quietly with her cheerleading outfit folded, which she placed neatly on his desk. He made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

He turned off all the lights except for the small lamp for his uncle in the living room. Entering his bedroom, Jensen was already tucked underneath the covers. He turned off the lights as he slid into his spot.

It was awkward. They had never been in this type of situation before.

“I don’t like that you’re mad at me,” Jensen whispered in the night.

“But you can be mad at me?” He countered with more venom than he intended.

He felt her shift and move closer to him. He was going to mean and stay still, but he was weak for Jensen. Eddie moved his arm so she could move to his side and he wrapped his arm around her.

“Can we admit we were both sucky?” Her breath fanned across his neck, causing goosebumps to erupt.

“Maybe,” he conceded.

“Eddie.”

“Baby, you’re drunk and we are not having this conversation,” he told her. He felt her open her mouth to hurl a rebuttal. His hand covered her mouth. “And don’t say you're not drunk because I know you are and your shirt is on backwards.”

She exhaled a harsh, defeated breath. He chuckled. “It’s bedtime, sweetheart. We can talk in the morning.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Night, sweetheart.”

Eddie felt he was getting the best sleep of his life. His bed felt like a giant cloud and he didn’t want to leave the dreamland. However, he felt a very plush piece of flesh meet with a very sensitive area of his anatomy that startled him awake.

He and Jensen were spooning. She was a little spoon, and he was the big spoon. He had Jensen wrapped tightly in his arms with her back to his front. She made another movement, and it caused him to hiss as he was already straining because of morning wood. He went to move his arms, but Jensen’s soft hands gripped his forearm.

“Where are you going?” She mumbled sleepily.

“Got a situation,” he told her. He thought she would release her grip on him. Instead, she turned to face him, her brown eyes peering at him. They weren’t hazy with sleep and he suspected her movements weren’t just sleep induced.

“Would that be so bad?”

Eddie shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“So you’re telling me it wasn’t jealousy that had you all pissy that Philip’s hand was on my ass?”

Eddie glared at her. “Was he at that party last night?”

Jensen scrunched her nose. “I don’t know. I told you I didn’t like him. So why does it even matter?”

“What was that even last night?” He asked her seriously.

She ducked her head, clearly embarrassed.

He placed his hand under her chin. “None of that. You gave me a heart attack with Chrissy calling like that. Tempted to smack your ass for that bullshit.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Eddie shook his head as he moved out of the bed. “Jensen, this isn’t time for your fucking teasing. I’m being serious. Something could have happened to you last night.”

Jensen followed him. He wasn’t able to get far as her arms latched around his waist. He was sitting on the edge while she wrapped around him like an octopus.

“Eddie, I’m sorry!” She pressed her face against his back.

He sighed in defeat. She opened her legs, so he slotted between them. His hand came down onto her thigh. He squeezed the meaty flesh. “I’m sorry for what I said at that party.”

“But why did you do it, Eddie?”

Her voice was low and breathy. It made him shiver, especially as she began rubbing circles on his lower abdomen. However, he froze once her fingers teased the edge of his shorts.

“Jen, what are you doing?”

She didn’t reply as one hand dipped underneath his shorts.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head. His breath was caught in his throat as Jensen pulled him gently out of his boxers and shorts. She scooted closer to him and one hand disappeared for a quick second before she gripped him gently and begin moving her hand up and down. He moaned as he felt the lubrication from her spit.

“Shit, Jen, I …” He stuttered as his pre-cum provided more lubrication.

And she was using both hands to jerk him off. His grip on her thighs became tight when she would pay extra attention to his tip. He was swollen and red. Sticky against her hands. Eddie was only familiar with his own calloused hands. Having Jensen and her smooth hands gripping him, he knew he would not last very long.

He imagined how her tits looked, and how brown her nipples were. He wanted to know how Jensen moaned if he sucked on her nipples. How easily she would accept his fingers in her mouth or her pussy. He wanted to paint her skin with his spunk.

“Fuck, Jen, I ain’t going to last,” he told her as he bit his lip to hide his whimper.

“Do it, Eddie,” Jensen whispered as she bit the lobe of his ear. “It’s okay, come.”

He pinched his eyes shut and gasped. His orgasm hit him all at once. Praises and curses fell from his lips as he trembled. Her hand was still moving, covered in his release, when he gripped her wrist.

“Sensitive,” he told her and she released him gently. Her hand was covered in his release and he knew that image was going to be enough for the spank bank for a while.

“Let me get you something to clean that,” he told her. He moved from her legs to grab a towel. However, he froze when he watched her take an experimental lick.

“Fuck, Jen, don’t do that!”

She looked at him with hooded eyes. “It doesn’t taste awful.”

“You do this before?”

“Are you going to throw a fit?” She questioned.

Eddie huffed as he approached and wiped her hand. “I guess it doesn’t matter if you’re here now.”

“No, I haven’t done that before. I haven’t done anything before.”

“You’re shitting me?”

“Nope,” she replied, popping her p.

Eddie pulled her t-shirt off, exposing her bare tits. Jensen gave no resistance even as he pushed her back and chucked off her shorts, revealing a bare glistening pussy.

“Eddie, I never done this before.” She repeated, despite her legs opening wider for him.

“No one is getting fucked today, sweetheart.”

Jensen frowned. “Then what are you doing?”

Eddie leaned back to admire the beauty of Jensen’s body. He kicked his shorts and boxers fully off. He smirked as he grabbed her cheerleading skirt.

“Put this on.”

Eddie watched as she slid the green skirt on. He crawled over her and placed a kiss on her lips. It was gentle - cautious. He couldn’t believe this was the first time he was kissing Jensen. A pool of heat formed in his belly. Her tongue slid in his mouth and he found he didn’t mind the taste of him on her lips. His hand not holding him up over her, caressing her jaw before he met her neck, and he squeezed her throat.

A choked moan passed her lips.

“You like that?”

Jensen opened her eyes. Her cheeks were warm. “Yes.”

Eddie made a mental note to remember that as he hummed. His fingers dipped low before he slid between her dripping folds. “Is this your first time getting wet for me?”

She shook her head as the pads of his fingers rolled over her swollen clit.

“Hmmm, so you’re like this often?”

“Yeah,” she stuttered.

Her words had his cock fattening again and withdrew his fingers and sucked her juices away. As he moved down her body, he pressed wet kisses to her chest, stomach, and legs. He threw her leg over his shoulder. The movement bunched up the skirt, and he relished the sight. At her thighs, he made the kisses slower and left love bites along the journey. He gave the same treatment to the other side before he reached her center.

He read about eating girls out and watched some porn, so hopefully, something stuck.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Have you done this before?”

“You’re the first, baby.”

His words made her relax, and he licked a long stripe up her puffy lips. She moaned and bucked, drawing her hips closer to his face. He teased her as he soaked her with spit and ran his tongue up and down.

The fingers of one hand dug into his sheet while the other gripped the pillow behind her. Her skin was flushed and heated.

“Eddie,” she whined. The hand that was on the pillow gripped his messy bun.

Eddie hummed as he sucked on her clit. A cry left Jensen’s lips, and he thought he could happily spend all day between her legs worshipping her. He spent most of his time lapping around her swollen bud. Her heels dug into the mattress, and Eddie grabbed her thighs and pushed them to her chest. The position made her cry out his name, and he thanked god his uncle was working a double and they weren’t at her place.

“Eddie, I think…I think I’m gonna cum,” she sobbed and Eddie swore he was going to come again at her words. He doubled his efforts as he sucked harder. His tongue slipped into her hole while he used his hand to rub her swollen bud He used his other hand to pinch her nipple, which set off her peak.

Her back arched, and she bucked loosely as she pulsated around his tongue. Her mouth was open as she gripped his hair tight, causing him to moan. He cleaned her until she was twitching away from his tongue. He pulled back, and he wished he could have this moment on repeat with how thoroughly fucked Jensen looked in this moment.

She was utterly boneless as he turned her. Pupils blown as she stared at him. The sheen of sweat forming on her skin. He watched as she heaved big breaths; her legs still slighting trembling. “On your knees, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck your thighs.”

She complied as she grabbed a pillow to rest on. His cock was hard as it bobbed against his stomach. He pushed her cheerleading skirt up some. He let a glob of spit fall down on it to lube it up. “Lock your knees,” he instructed as he placed a flat palm against her butt and stroked it as his other hand guided between her warm, soft thighs.

It felt good - too good. As he pulled out, it hit him with the knowledge that if her thighs felt like this; he was in for a real treat when he got the privilege to fuck her pussy. Eddie groaned before sinking back in. As he fucked between her thighs, he stretched himself over her. He used one hand to tweak her nipples.

“Fuck, Eddie,” she whimpered after a hard tug. He moved his hand back down to her pussy, rubbing her swollen nub again.

She moaned and her legs became tighter, causing him to groan. “Shit.”

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he whispered as he felt that familiar heat pool in his lower stomach.

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the trailer. Her breast bounced with each thrust and he could tell she was beginning to cum again.

He removed his fingers from her pussy, causing her to whine before he used the material of her skirt like a glove and went back to rubbing her nub, causing her to choke out a moan.

“Shit! Eddie!”

Eddie was overwhelmed, and the tightness of her thighs had him bursting at the seams. Long, thick ropes of cum painted her thighs, sheets, and her cheerleading skirt.

“Holy fuck,” Eddie whispered as he stopped spurting. “Don’t move okay.”

Jensen nodded as she panted. His leg felt like jelly as he grabbed the towel from earlier. He wiped at her thighs painted with his cum.

“Hmm, I came all over your skirt,” he pointed out smugly.

Jensen, still sensitive, turned and moved gingerly as to not lay in the jizz covered sheets. He helped her off the bed to pull down the soiled skirt.

“Didn’t know you had a fetish for cheerleading skirts.”

“Just yours,” he replied as he threw her skirt in the pile of clothes.

“You are totally buying me a new one.”

Eddie pulled her naked body into his and pressed a fat kiss to her lips. The kiss said everything that he was sorry, he liked her, wanted her, and a four letter word he wouldn’t say yet. He would at least wait until their first official date.

“So, does this mean you're officially my jealous boyfriend?” Jensen asked when they separated.

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All Lines Converge …At The Louvre?

A response to THIS post by @angelthefirst1

Thanks @angelthefirst1 for this fun assignment! I love where you are going with this, and I do have thoughts on it. I'll try to relay some of them below, and I'll try to be brief, though I cant' give any guaranties.

(ETA: it was not brief, not at all...)

When we first met Maggie again back in 10x17 Home Sweet Home, we were made aware of the name of her community, Meridian. The name immediately struck me as significant for a couple of reasons. First, "meridian" is a reference to the lines that goes through a map in a north to south direction. It therefore ties into the "navigation" theme, the "map" theme as well as the "North" symbolism. Further, "meridional" is a term that translates to "southern", which further amplifies the symbolical ties to these themes.

In Acheron 2 we got a significant addition. Maggie mentioned the word "Meridian" in relation to a reference to a radio tower, I'm borrowing your illustration here.

This little scene turned out to be a key to further our understanding of the symbolism landscape in TWDU, and it gave us clues into how to interpret it. Let's look at a few of the implications of this new information.

Negan's compass: In Acheron 2 there was a mention of a radio tower and a reference to Meridian. As you explained, @angelthefirst1, Negan was their "DC tour guide" in the Acheron episodes, which calls back to Beth's DC spoon from Still and the general map/compass/navigation/North Star symbolism. I've talked about how I interpret the DC spoon from Still in a "navigation" theme framework, and IMO the "DC tour guide" comment plays into that. We saw Negan being tied to the navigation/North Star symbolism in 9x9, when he stole a compass from Judith. She confronted him with it, but let him keep it, telling him "It will help yoy find your way". In The series finale we saw Judith recieve a package from Negan, returning the compass, admitting it had helped him find his way, confirming what the North Star symbolism is about, and that it's still in play.

Compasses are part of the North symbolism, and ultimately represent finding your way "home", as explaind by Carl in 6x10.

We saw this play out in Negan's escape attempt in 9x9. He meant to escape, went away for a while, but eventually returned "home". We also saw Judith shoot at him, but the bullet didn't kill him, which is interesting as well.

Meridian: The word "meridian" after which Maggie's settlement was named, refers to the lines that goes from north to south on a map. They are essentially geographic reference lines we use in relation to navigation.

The word "meridian" is also used to establish different time zones, and many countries name their timezone as they relate to the Prime Meridian which runs through the Greenwich Observatory on London, England.

The Greenwich Mean Time, or GMT, refers to the time of day when the sun crosses the Greenwich meridian, and timezones will be named for example GMT +1 (Greenwich Mean Time plus one hour).

Before it was decided that the Greenwich Meridian were to be the Prime Meridian, the French championed on behalf of their own Paris Meridian, but in the end, the Greenwich Meridian prevailed.

Interestingly, the fictional Rose Line from the Da Vinci Code was actually based on the real Paris Meridian.

We've discussed The Da Vinci Code a lot through the years, as it seems like a lot of the symbolism we see in TWD is heavily inspired by various elements of the book. And now, with Maggie's Meridian settlement there's yet another connection to Dan Brown's novel.

In The Da Vinci Code, we saw how Professor Langdon followed the Rose Line, which is based on the real Paris Meridian, through Paris to the glass pyramid outside the Louvre. He realized that the tomb of Maria Magdalena was hidden below the inverted pyramid under the glass pyramid outside The Louvre.

Inside the hidden tomb lay Maria Magdalena, the mother of Jesus' child, the child that kept the blood line of Jesus alive into our own time.

For TD, this ties into a multitude of our theories. I've recently talked about Daryl's blood and how his blood saved Judith's life in "Red Is The Living Colour". I've talked about "Trunk" symbolism for years, which ultimately is a reference to the tomb of Christ and how Maria Magdalena one day found it empty. We’ve written numerous theories in which the symbolism from The Da Vinci Code features heavily. In season 5 we saw a plaque on the wall in Father Gabriel's church which was a reference to Da Vinci's fresco "The Last Supper", which we theorize the kitchen scene from 4x13 Alone was modeled after. Furthermore, @wdway has through the years discovered brilliant connections between TWD and The Da Vinci Code that really deserves a post on its own.

"The Holy Grail" in The Da Vinci Code was the tomb of Maria Magdalena, mother of the child that carried the bloodline of Jesus, the ancestral mother of Sophie Neveu, a direct descendant of Jesus. @wdway keeps discovering chevron symbols in TWD, which are identical to the symbolism Robert Langdon explores in his hunt for the true Holy Grail, and there are some truly amazing parallels to TWD.

Greenhouse symbolism: I've always viewed the glass pyramid outside The Louvre and the inverted pyramid below it as potential tie-ins to the broken greenhouse from 4x4 Indifference. That was the episode that put the "Red Controls The Gates" symbolism on my radar, and it also revealed how the greenhouse symbolism is tied into it.

In the episode, Ana mentioned that she had found tomatoes (which are red), inside the greenhouse. They had survived because of a hole through the roof in the greenhouse, which had allowed for rain to come through, providing the plants with water. To me, that strengthens the "Red Controls The Gates" symbolism, and it is also a tie-in to the "red" symbolism around Maria Magdalena which I talked about in "Red Is The Living Colour".

Therefore, also ties into the Meridian symbolism inherent in the name of Maggie's settlement, because as we've discussed, the Rose Line (based on the Paris Meridian) showed Langdon the way to Maria Magdalena's hidden tomb.

Tomb symbolism: My interpretation of the greenhouse symbolism in TWD is that it represents a tomb. But because we get the story of a hole through the roof that let the tomatoes survive and become red in 4x4 Indifference, the tomb symbolism comes with "emergency exits", meaning a person who is affected by the tomb symbolism has a "way out", an "emergency exit", so to speak. We see this again in The Da Vinci Code, in which the bloodline of Jesus was able to survive through his child, born after his death to Maria Magdalena. The bloodline didn't die with him, it survived.

One thing we have to understand about the TWD references to The Da Vinci Code and Maria Magdalena's tomb below the glass pyramid is that first of all, a pyramid is, by definition, a "tomb".

That was their original purpose in Ancient Egypt; to be magnificent tombs for the pharaohs. And when we see "tomb" symbolism in TWD, it is, in my opinion, a reference to the tomb of Jesus, the one Mary Magdalene discovered to be empty.

I've always called the "tomb" symbolism in TWD "Trunk" symbolism. We saw in Still how a trunk can be a hiding place and keep you safe, but in 5x10 Them, we saw the flip side to that, a trunk can keep you trapped and become your tomb. There's a duality there. But it is that duality that allows for characters like Rick, Madison and hopefully Beth to "come back" from the dead, to "return", to escape their "tombs".

Team Violet and the Sirius Piggybank: As I've talked about ad nauseum, "Sirius" symbolism in TWD represents "return". It symbolizes Sirius The Dog Star, that disappears from the night sky for a while, only to reappear one morning before dawn. We saw it around Beth in Alone when Beth and Daryl were visited by the white one-eyed dog.

In Acheron 2 we saw Maggie lead the group towards a radio tower, and the word Meridian was spoken, which makes it a combined Sirius and North Star/navigation theme reference. It also ties into the Maria Magdalena stuff from above because as I've described, the Rose Line from The Da Vinci Code is based on the real Paris Meridian, which really does go through Paris and even The Louvre. And we have been told that the Daryl spin off will involve The Louvre in some way, shape or form.

It is starting to appear as though all lines eventually will converge at The Louvre…

Let's bring in the World Beyond after-credits scene, where we are given serious clues as to where TWDU will be going in the future. We see a lady watch video messages from Dr.Jenner who we met in season one. W hear about Team Primrose and Team Violet. We watch her get interrupted by a French speaking man, who eventually murders her. We watch her quickly turn into a type of ferocious walker we have never before seen on the show, and we understand that this is a new Variant.

The "violet" reference immediately struck me as important, because we've had a few "violet" references through the years. We remember Violet The Pig from season 3, and then there's the purple/violet blanket Beth had thrown over her prison cell door. There was also a purple fan next to the aforementioned compass Negan stole from Judith. Could it be a nod to Team Violet and how it's related to the compass symbolism?

Violet is an important clue.

In 8x11 Dead Or Alive Or we saw Father Gabriel loose sight on one eye. That episode was very symbolism-heavy, and we saw a piggybank, which I like to call the Sirius Piggybank, because it is a reference to the Sirius Piggyback from Alone. I've elaborated on it in the "Backpacks, Back Pockets and the Ass End" posts.

We've already discussed the radio tower from Acheron 2, and how radios are Sirius symbolism. On the side of the Sirius Piggybank from 8x11, there is an image of a radio tower, and the words "Ham Radio". Ham radio is slang for amateur short band radio, but it is of course also a reference to "pigs"…as in Violet The Pig…

There's a direct link from the radio tower in Acheron 2 to the Sirius Piggybank in 8x11. There are radio towers in both, that's the "Sirius" symbolism. They also both tie into the Sirius Piggyback from Alone, and to Violet the Pig…

…and to Team Violet from the World Beyond coda, which of course is directly tied to why Daryl is going to France in the first place. See how all clues seem to lead to… France, and to Paris, and perhaps even specifically to The Louvre?

The Louvre:

Let's talk about The Louvre for a second. It's undeniably one of the most famous museums on the planet and houses some truly incredible collections of art.

We've actually had a few interesting references to The Louvre through the years. First of all, let's appreciate that the etymology of the name The Louvre seems to suggest a reliable tie to the french word for "wolf".

And for TD, that is of course interesting because of the line "there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home" from the song that plays at the end of Still as we watch Beth and Daryl burn the Moonshine Shack.

In one of the TWDU spin offs "World Beyond", we saw Percy recreate The Louvre in the back of a truck for a date with Faith. He put up pictures from an art book to make the back of the truck (trunk symbolism) resemble The Louvre. We of course saw the Mona Lisa, probably one of the most famous works of art in the world, as well as other famous pieces, and eagle eyed @wdway also spotted a picture of Venus de Milo, the famous statue which can be found at The Louvre. I'll explain why that is absolutely monumental in a minute.

Percy even took the effort to create a replica of the glass pyramid we see outside The Louvre, the same pyramid under which Professor Langdon, in The Da Vinci Code, found "The Holy Grail", the tomb of Maria Magdalena.

We watch Faith admire all the artwork, there are a couple of books there, one of which deals with resurrection. We see Faith fall asleep in the back of the truck, directly below the make-shift Louvre pyramid. Then she naps.

Surrounded by wonderful artwork that calls our minds to France, she sleeps. There's a picture with a French flag there...

Just like Princess Aurora in the Fairy Tale about Sleeping Beauty, she sleeps. Just like Princess Aurora, who shares her name with Aurora, the Roman Goddess of Dawn, as well as Aurora Borealis, the beautiful, green Northern Lights...she sleeps...

...then we see her suddenly wake up...from underneath the pyramid...that represents the pyramid outside The Louvre in Paris...

...where according to the novel The Da Vinci Code, the hidden tomb of Maria Magdalena is located...where Maria Magdalena sleeps, so to speak...

we watch Faith sit up...

...behind her face, we see a picture of Venus de Milo...

(thanks @wdway for always having screenshots at hand)

Venus, Sirius, Morningstar:

I mentioned Venus de Milo above, and there are good reasons for that. Venus De Milo is a famous marble statue believed to depict Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of Love (Venus is her Roman name), and it is one of the most famous works of art found at The Louvre.

For TD this is particularly interesting because of how prominent the Sirius symbolism on the show has been. Sirius refers to the star Sirius, and it is called The Morningstar because of how it disappears from the night sky for an extended period of time, and then reappears one morning before dawn.

However, Sirius is not the only celestial object referred to as a Morningstar. In ancient times, people believed that the planet Venus was a star, and because it sometimes appeared on the night sky right before dawn, it was referred to as the Morning Star. This name stuck, even when it was later discovered it was in fact a planet, not a star.

And as prominent as the Sirius symbolism has been on the show, the Venus symbolism has also undeniably had a strong presence. I'll name a few of the most important incidences.

In 3x8 When The Dead Come Knocking, we saw a painting of Botticelli's "Birth Of Venus", and interestingly, it was inverted, just like the pyramid under the glass pyramid outside The Louvre, the one that in The Da Vinci Code marked the tomb of Maria Magdalena.

It's also interesting to note that the painting we saw in 5x4 Slabtown, Caravaggio's "The Denial Of Saint Peter" showed Saint Peter. One of Caravaggio's other famous works also involves Saint Peter, namely "The Crucifiction Of Saint Peter". In fact, an inverted cross has come to be called a "Saint Peter's Cross, after Saint Peter requested he'd be crucified on an inverted cross to distinguish himself from Christ, as he didn't consider himself worthy of dying in the same way Christ did.

I've talked about my interpretation of the Slabtown clock in previous posts. I won't get into all of that here, but I have to bring it up because it ties into the Venus/Morning Star symbolism. I'll try to keep it brief but I need to mention that the numbers of the time on the clock can be interpreted in many ways. You can say the time shown is 10.10, or ten minutes past ten, but the ten minutes can also refer to "2", which we find references to on for instance Noah's T-shirt (one one).

This is a bit complex and it's better suited for a separate post, but for the purposes of this post I'll just mention that we find variations of these numbers throughout the seasons. We find it again in the season 9 episode Scars, where we watch Daryl get tortured with a cattle branding iron. In season 10 we get to see this scars, which reads like "X II". Those are symbols that could be interpreted within the same framework as the Slabtown clock. The X could refer to the Roman Numeral for "ten", and the parallel lines could be read as Roman Numeral for two, it could also be read as 11, and it could be read as "one one", just like on Noah's T-shirt.

Apologies for this seemingly confusing tangent on numbers, but I'm getting to the point shortly.

When we saw Daryl's scars after the episode Scars, I immediately tied them to episode 10x11, and I knew my intuition touched on something vital when we later learned that season 10 episode 11 were to be called "Morningstar".

In short; the scars on Daryl's back (remember back is Sirius symbolism, re. the Backpack, Back pocket and the Ass End posts) foreshadowed episode 10x11 Morningstar. The episode name is simultaneously a reference to the Sirius symbolism and the Venus symbolism.

It is also a callback to the Slabtown clock through the interpretation of the numbers on it, and it ties the painting of Saint Peter to the inverted cross of Saint Peter, which in turn ties into the inverted "Birth Of Venus" painting from 3x8 WTDCK, which in turn ties into the inverted pyramid at The Louvre.

The Louvre is the home of Venus de Milo. Daryl will be at The Louvre in his spin off, and we know that in The Da Vinci Code, the hidden tomb of Maria Magdalena were situated below the inverted pyramid under the glass pyramid outside The Louvre. It was the Rose Line that led professor Langdon to her tomb in The Da Vinci Code, and the fictional Rose Line is based on the real Paris Meridian, that does indeed go through the Louvre and were the Frenchmen's preferred choice to become the Prime Meridian.

I wonder if Team Primrose, which we learn about in the World Beyond coda, could in reality be just another reference to the Louvre, through the fact that the fictional Rose Line, is based on the real Paris Meridian, which once were concidered by the French to be the real Prime Meridian?

Rose Line + Primrose = Prime Meridian?

Regardless, it was foreshadowed by the name of Maggie's settlement Meridian.

Which is tied to Beth through a multitude of different theories on a multitude of symbols.

The Sirius Piggyback. The Sirius Piggybank with the radio tower from 8x11 Violet the Pig Team Violet, Team Primrose and the Variant walkers.

The Greenwich Meridian, The Paris Meridian and the Rose Line The French coda from World Beyond.

Sirius is a Morningstar. And so is Venus.

The "Rose Line" in The Da Vinci Code was what led Professor Langdon to the Holy Grail, the tomb of Maria Magdalena. Could Maggie's Meridian settlement be the TWD version of the Rose Line from The Da Vinci Code, the geographical reference line that helps us navigate the map of symbolism we've drawn up through the past eleven seasons of TWD, to help us make sense of the symbolism landscape of the show?

Sirius piggyback. Sirius piggybank. Violet the pig. Team Violet. Variant walkers. Venus de Milo. The Birth Of Venus. Venus the Morning Star. Sirius rising before Dawn. Aurora Borealis, Aurora the Roman Goddess of Dawn…

All the lines seem to converge at The Louvre.

And Daryl wll be there for it...

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