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foreverisntenough · 3 months

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestive, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

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Chapter 15 - ‘You’re Mine’

Trent had become home. After you had said I love you to each other somehow things got even better than they were before. You were so happy in Liverpool you never wanted to leave but it had to happen. You had to go home, you had to leave Trent. You had been in England for months. You finally had told your family you were seeing someone, a British boy from Liverpool. The conversation stopped there for a while but then you felt like the longer you stayed, the more you fell into an established relationship, the more photos that came out, they deserved to know how serious things were.

“Sorry, like the one that plays for Liverpool?” Your sister asked utterly confused over Skype with the rest of your family.

“Why wouldn’t you tell us this?” Your mum seemed annoyed at your secrecy.

“I initially didn’t know how serious it was... I just wanted to be sure, I guess but yeah, the one from Liverpool.” You stumbled over an explanation and then confirmed Trent’s identity to the shocked faces on the screen.

“Just want to say, this was not my idea…” Trent piped in from over the couch. He could be so obnoxious sometimes having to prove he was right. He had wanted to tell them sooner.

“Okay…” you rolled your eyes annoyed at his imposition, not helping the situation.

“Wait, he's there now!” Your sister squealed. Your dad had remained quiet but you saw his eyes light up hearing his familiar accent.

“So you’ve just been living in England?!” Your mom asked, she was so confused. Your parents had moved to your summer house out in a tiny coastal town a couple years ago so they didn’t really know what you got up to in New York day to day. You traveled a lot before so your mum had assumed your recent travel was just your usual shenanigans with your friends. She was just trying to piece together that all the flying you had been doing was for one purpose, the only purpose being Trent.

“I didn’t mean to keep it so quiet…” you tried to rectify the situation but were cut off.

“Are you ready for Thursday? Are you going Y/N?” Your dad spoke first to Trent. You were a little confused but waved for Trent to come to the computer. You repeated the question for him.

“Yeah, all set sir. We’re going in confident. We’ve been playing well.” Trent said almost like a response to a reporter. You could tell he got a little nervous being thrust into this call. He was adjusting his appearance staring into the small box of you two in the corner of the screen.

“I’m not going.” You confirmed. “Staying home in Liverpool.” You calling Liverpool home made Trent’s heart skip a beat, your mum’s eyes widen, your dad furrowed his brows.

“You’re not going to a Champions League semifinal? I really thought I raised you better than that.” He joked. Your dad’s quip lightened the mood immensely. Trent pulled over a stool to sit next to you and you both chatted with your family about the life you had been living for months

To your dads delight, once you had revealed your relationship, there was a lot of communication between him and Trent. In turn, Trent invited your dad to a home game the next time he was over in England. He could very easily flown your whole family out for any date but you told him to be steady and just start with your dad. You felt better about it just being him. You trusted him in social situations, he was funny, never awkward, he loved football and Liverpool, he was from England so he would feel at home, it was all leaning towards an easy integration.

“Not a bad player, huh?” Your dad nudged you sitting in Trent’s box watching him send the ball across the pitch. Tyler was there so you sat with him introducing him to your dad.

“Yeah, we think he’s alright.” Tyler quipped, eyes widening following a bad tackle as the ball went out of play. The ref called for a free kick just outside the box so there was a lot of attention turning to Trent. You sat on your hands a little nervous. You were tense. You had always followed the team but now your home life depended on the outcomes. The person at the dinner table across from you's emotions were on the line. Your dad could feel your shoulders tense and rise a little. He nudged you again.

“He’s good at this, I got a feeling about this one.” He cooed. He did have good instinct so your shoulders lowered at the sweet comment and confidence in Trent.

“Y/N, you're out. Your dad believes in him more than you. Have some faith” Tyler joked with your dad.

“Stop” you hit back and the three of you went quiet with the rest of the stadium. Despite your nerves, Trent was incredibly calm, composed, clinical. He struck the ball perfectly. It netted into the top right corner. You softly closed your eyes in relief and disbelief. Anfield erupted. Tyler and your dad stood up. You dad pulled you up to cheer his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“Have faith.” He cooed in your ear. Trent celebrated on the pitch with his teammates before pointing up to you. Any acknowledgment at a match would always made your heart flutter.

“Pretty special” your dad tapped Tyler on the arm.

“Got to be goal of the month. Unreal that. Didn’t need Debby downer” he shoved you lightly “but we’ll keep her ‘round.” He smiled, applauding his brother.

Your dad was right. Tyler was right. They were right. You needed to trust Trent in a grander sense. You had to have more faith that you were going to work otherwise the relationship would be plagued with anxiety. You tried your best but it was hard.

TIMEJUMP

In the blink of an eye you had been together for almost a year and a half now and your relationship with Trent had only gotten stronger. You celebrated birthdays, holidays, and an anniversary. You happily became a part of his life. Whenever he wasn’t at football he was with you. You were so in love it felt like a dream. In turn, the relationship had become more serious, you and Trent had begun discussing next steps, your future. You always joked but more so genuinely expressed that you wanted a life together forever and were starting to make actual plans, thinking about the logistics. You spoke with your family often once the relationship was out in the open and you didn’t hide that you two wanted to build something together. It was all very easy, you flew under the radar in Liverpool, only close family and friends had known you two were together and you liked it that way but you weren’t hiding the relationship from the public it just happened that way. At the moment you were staying with his family but then would have to return to New York every so often because that’s where you technically lived. Time continued to pass and the back and forth was starting to take its toll. Trent wanted more stability, he wanted you to stop just dreaming and start doing. He didn’t want the hushed fleeting moments anymore.

“I’m done with this, baby.” Trent almost sounded angry. You sat in the front seat of his car while he drove the all too familiar route to the airport. You had gotten into a routine of spending months at a time in Liverpool split up by a week or two back in the US. It wasn’t an exact formula because it was often interrupted by trips to away games to follow him or just the two of you somewhere hidden away. You were constantly on a plane but if it meant being with him you’d do it for the rest of your life.

“Done with…?” you questioned him. You started to worry if he was going to say he was finally done with the distance and didn’t want to put in the effort anymore. A part of you would always wonder why he was with you. Waiting to wake up from the dream that your life had become. You couldn’t believe you’d been together almost two years.

“You being away from me, I can’t do it anymore. You’re mine. You’re supposed to be with me.” He sounded like a greedy kid refusing to share his toys. His hand gripped your thigh tighter as he stared at the road in front of him.

“T.. “ you cooed, placing your hand over his stroking over his knuckles. You didn’t have a solution on your mind so you stayed quiet. The rest of the car ride was silent. You pulled into departures when he put the car in park, one of his hands swiftly moving to grab your cheek, turning you to face him, his thumb brushing your skin softly.

“Pack. Move here.” His voice sliced the tension.

“What?” It caught you so off guard. Sure, you had always played with the idea but this seemed rash. “Baby..” you looked back at his big brown doe eyes. It felt unfair when he pulled that face because you knew the discussion was going his way before it started.

“Live with me.” He commanded coming closer to your face. Your noses pressing into each other. You wanted to so bad but you always had kept your apartment in New York as a safety net. What if this all came crashing down, you would have nothing, you would never recover from losing him. The thought of living with him was a dream, you essentially already did but you actually giving up your life entirely was terrifying. Your thoughts ran rapidly through your brain causing you to go silent. Your pause shattered Trent’s heart. He had assumed you were on the same page.

“I thought you wanted this…we talked about this. Getting a house for us?” his voice was shaky. He looked crushed. He was so confused why you wouldn’t want this. He pulled his hand off you and sat back in his seat slumped a little looking straight ahead. The loss of touch rocked you back into the current moment.

“T… it’s just.” You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t even sure why you were hesitating. Why weren’t you able to say yes.

“What.. what don’t I give you here? What’s not enough? I love you… why wouldn’t you want this…” he trailed off frustrated. He was angry now. You tried to talk but couldn’t.

“Don’t you love me, Y/N?” The way he said your name was cold. The car suddenly felt suffocating. You started to tear up and Trent threw his head back against the seat behind him annoyed that he now had to comfort you.

“I love you so much it hurts..” you quivered, starting to cry before he moved to hold you in his arms. He kissed your forehead.

“Baby…” he was so mad but he didn’t want to make you cry, he hated that so he didn’t say anything more.

“I’m so scared of how much I love you.” You quietly spoke trying to catch your breath in between sniffles.

“Baby…” he repeated, squeezing you a little tighter. “Please..” he was begging.

“I have to go..” you muttered seeing the time on your phone. Trent just shook his head and let go of your body. You got out of the big car and stood there for a moment trying to collect yourself. He got out of the car and pulled your luggage from the boot before coming over to you. His knuckle came under your chin tilting your face up to him. You looked at him with tear stained cheeks.

“I love you so much.” He said so seriously before his lips crashed into yours. You gasped at the sensation. You grabbed at his body returning the kiss. He pulled away before holding you to his chest. You were practically sobbing. You two parted and it was the worst experience of your life in that airport, the flight was something from hell. Trent was absolutely livid driving home. He was almost in shock. It felt like a break up. What the fuck just happened.

‘Hi.. at the airport I remembered we didn’t decide on my return flight…’ you texted awkwardly trying to break the ice and remind him you loved him.

‘We?’ He coldly replied. You just reread the text again and again. Your heart was being ripped apart by three characters. You decided to be brave, not give in to his pettiness and ask what you honestly were thinking.

‘Do you not want me to come back?’ You waited for his reply. It had been a few hours. He had left you on read. You had cried the entire time unable to compose yourself. This was a glimpse of the feeling you were so afraid of.

‘You just tell me when you want to come home’ he finally messaged. Your heart almost burst just seeing his name reappear. God, the word ‘home’ had you questioning what you were thinking stalling earlier. Of course you wanted to live with him. Fuck this, no risk, no reward. Your whole life, your heart was with him. Why would you want to be anywhere else?

‘When can we start looking at the houses?’ your text had Trent completely relieved. He wanted to call you but this was a real tiff and he needed to calm down a little before he heard your voice. He knew he would cave to whatever you’d say and he wanted to hold his ground on this. He wanted you to live with him.

‘Whenever baby’ Despite not wanting to give in, Trent was still still weak for you.

‘Just have to tell everyone it’s happening and pack so give me a few days, yeah?’ You responded and Trent was already on his computer setting up viewings he had previously looked at.

When you returned to England, it was with a lot more of your stuff but you and Trent quickly fell back into your usual life, the awkward departure was quickly forgotten. Life moved on and you had started seeing a lot of different houses looking for one for you two to start something new.

“I just want good bones. We can renovate whatever. You’re good at that shit. Like I want the property to have the space. The garden has to be big enough…bedrooms for kids, I want to live here for a long time.” Trent babbled, talking quickly while driving to a viewing. Like most things, he got fixated on homes, architecture, neighborhoods, he was so nerdy learning all about it, needing to know every detail but your heart nearly fell out of your chest at the mention of kids. Had he thought about that? You definitely had. You didn’t want to dwell on it though, that was for another time, you needed to find a home together first…

“You know, baby?” He asked, cutting off your thoughts.

“Yeah, T. Makes sense.” You said squeezing his hand. You had seen a ton of houses, today was another day leaning towards disappointment. Maybe you were being too picky. You were on your way to a final showing he had scheduled and pulled up to what you could only describe as your absolute dream home. Both you and Trent’s faces lit up.

“I have a good feeling about this one, I think you’ll like it.” Trent said lacing his fingers between yours before going inside. It was beautiful, it was everything you wanted. The kitchen was massive, lots of windows and tons of light, the back garden went on for ages with a pool and back patio but you tried to hold back your excitement trying not to sway Trent’s opinion.

“It’s good right?” He cooed in your ear grabbing your waist as you stood in one of the bedrooms.

“Could live here..” you said, turning your head to kiss him.

“Whatever you want.” He hummed before you continued your little tour.

“I think I’d want this wall down though..” you thought aloud pointing to one in between the kitchen and living space.

“It’s gone.” Trent was quick. He was going to give you anything you wanted. It was always that way. You knew that but never pushed it just appreciative of his willingness to please you.

After you saw the house, time seemed to speed by. Trent and you were so eager to get the ball rolling. It just was the way you two operated. Very instinctual. Rapid pace. Trusting your gut. Very similar to how you met and how you ended up here. Another month went by and the offer you had placed on the dream home went through. You were so excited it felt surreal that you were going to have your own space but it also was a little sad because you’d grown so accustomed to constantly having family around. You were set to move into the home in three months. You had told Dianne when you first started looking and it was bittersweet for her. She was definitely sad you two were moving, especially seeing Trent finally out from under her roof. There was also a part of her that was happy he was happy, that this relationship, the ‘visit’ to Liverpool, had worked out. Trent reassured her that the house was only a short drive in the next gated neighborhood over. You would be together plenty, not much would change.

In the next few months you were kind of living in a mess trying to work out the stuff at Trent’s home, stuff for the new house, stuff coming from the US, construction, painting, landscaping; it all kind of made you dizzy but you handled it not wanting Trent to even bat an eye about the whole project. He offered to help but this kept you occupied as his season picked up and it was something you enjoyed. You just wanted to make the perfect home for him. You both had decided you wanted it to feel like you were in a house in the Hamptons, light, airy, modern but have all the quintessential qualities of a British home. It was a good merge of your worlds and you were working to bring that to life.

The three months flew by and you were getting incredibly nervous to bring Trent to see the finished home. You ended up not changing much to the house structurally so your move in date never had to be pushed due to any big construction. You were at the point of the project where your list of things to do had dwindled down to throw-blankets, cutlery, hangers, oddities that would make the space home and functional. He had come along for the big things, making decisions from when the house was undergoing some changes like the wall you didn’t like coming down, to picking out the couch but he hadn’t been in a few weeks and seen all the home accessories and arrangement choices you had made. Stylistically it was massively different from when you started.

“Baby…what the fuck..” Trent grabbed at you when he walked in the front door. Objectively speaking, it was gorgeous. Your mum had interior design connections, Trent had money, you had taste, it all resulted in a beautiful, beautiful space. It was very creamy, white, a bright space that made you feel at home. The woods were warm tones, there was a lot of texture; sherpa, boucle, and knits. It was maybe a modern x farmhouse vibe a la Restoration Hardware and needless to say, Trent loved it.

“Good or bad ‘what the fuck’ ?” You giggled seeing the excitement on his face.

“This is my dream house.” He gawked looking around at the job you had done. “Dream girl too” he said, kissing into your neck, overly happy with you and the house. You explained little things you changed, why you picked a certain material for something, where you were going to keep all things football, and then you got to your bedroom. You opened the door to the spacious room and it was incredibly calm, neutral, luxe, minimalistic but it felt warm when you walked in. It just made you want to cuddle. The bed was massive and you couldn’t wait to sleep on it.

“Are we sleeping here tonight?” He read your mind. His hand grazed your side before he laid face first into the mattress.

“I guess if you want” you giggled crawling on top of him. You put your entire weight on him.

“Oof… get off me.” He moaned, voice muffled by the bed. “Let me breathe!” He squirmed ultimately getting you off him. He was being dramatic, faking heaving breaths.

“Oh my god! Are you okay!” You overzealously pretended to be concerned he couldn’t breathe your hands gripped his arms to shake him with worry.

“Nah, I think I need mouth to mouth resuscitation.” The smile that swept across his face was incredibly devilish and you liked it. You sat back on top of him on the bed. You kissed his lips slow. It heated up into the pair of you passionately making out, your bodies were rolling into each other, your clothes slowly being peeled off when you started to move your kisses to his neck. You sucked on his sensitive skin pulling a moan from him and worked your way down his bare chest. You ended up kissing all the way down to the tip of his cock.

“Don’t tease baby...” he groaned out.

“Not teasing.. just tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything you want me to do.” The submission had Trent’s heart racing.

“Open your mouth f’me beautiful” he commanded gently. You opened your mouth and he lifted his hips a little to silently tell you what he wanted but you surprised him when every inch of his cock went in your mouth slipping to the back of your throat right away. “Fuck, just like that baby.” He helped you move your head up and down on his cock. He reached his hand to grab your hair with vigor, guiding your movements. You were gagging at how deep in your throat you were taking him. Drool was rolling from your mouth to your chin, tears flooding your lash line. You moaned in pleasure, loving every second of this. All you wanted to do was make him happy whether it was decorating a house or sucking his cock you were going to do it. Lost in the feeling, he began to rock his hips against you, his hands gripping on you a little bit tighter. You looked up at him fucking your face with eyes he loved to watch. He groaned, shutting his eyes, losing control a little. Your mouth, your tongue, your lips felt so perfect on him, the sound of it all was music to his ears. The tears on your lash line finally fell when his cock began to throb a little. The tears ran down your cheeks, the sight causing him to fuck your mouth faster. Your mascara began to run and you looked more beautiful to him than ever.

“Such a good girl, baby” he moaned. He could barely get the words out as your tongue swirled around him

“Mmmhuhh” you managed a mumbled agreement with his cock still in your mouth before taking him a little bit deeper. You gagged and the sound turned him on so much, you both knew his release was close. The noise was such a turn on. Everything you ever did was a turn on for him. He could get hard at you doing nothing but you weren’t doing nothing right now. No, you were letting him thrust his cock into your face.

“Fuck.. f-fuck I love fucking your mouth. I love you baby. Feels so fucking good. Shit.” He babled messily when his thrusts got sloppier. You felt him get just a little bit harder before he pushed further down your throat spilling his cum into your mouth. He pulled you off him slowly, both of you breathing heavily. You smiled softly looking up at him. Some of his cum and drool pooled in the corner of your lips curling.

“You’re so beautiful. So good f’me you know that?” He cooed, pulling you up to cuddle.

“So, you like the new bedroom?” You giggled.

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Thank you for continuing reading! Comment or message what you think of the series … Kind of a filler chapter 🤍

Next part - Chapter 16 xx

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hedgehog-moss · 2 years

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i absolutely loved your recent explanation of french to english and english to french translations! sometimes, i read a book translated into english and you can just tell with the way sentences are traslated that they were written in another language first e.g. 'praising the portentous architecture of the sky with trite formulas' from elena ferrante's book (trans from italian).

not diminishing native english writers but that sentence stood out to me as like "oh okay, i dont know if a native english writer would have written that but, from my understanding of italian, that's been directly translated", it was very interesting if you understand what i'm trying to say. thank you.

You my friend are a sourceist ! :) As we call people who enjoy “feeling” another language right underneath the surface of a translation.

There’s a whole rivalry between translators who favour “sourcières” vs. “ciblistes” translations (as we say in French). Literally it’s sourceist vs. targetist, but English prefers verbs so I think you’d call it foreignising vs. domesticating translations. Basically it’s whether you prioritise the source language (preserving as much of its specificities as possible, even if it means “foreignising” your own language a little, writing in a way that will feel a bit unnatural to your reader) or prioritise the target language (“domesticating” the original text to make it more familiar to your reader, like when American publishing houses re-publish British books and change “Mum” to “Mom”). It’s often simplified as, are you more loyal to the author you’re translating, or to the reader you’re translating for. Most translators will say you need to find the right balance between the two extremes (but most translators are secretly targetists) (that’s my impression anyway.)

Both methods can lead to awful translations when you go too far in one direction—I remember making a post a couple of years ago about a translated book I was reading that was set in Kazakhstan, in which a character (who was supposed to be speaking Kazakh in the context of the story) said “We can’t invite every Tom, Dick and Harry.” That’s domestication gone too far—it was so jarring and nonsensical in a setting where all the characters had names like Kazangap and Sabitzhan!

But foreignising can also go too far—it’s difficult to do it well because you need to make sure the foreign phrases, concepts or connotations you preserve don’t clash with your own language’s concepts or connotations (or writing style preferences). It happens infuriatingly often in French books translated from US English that the translator keeps the word “college” to mean “university”. I don’t know why this stupid mistake is so common, they’ve got to be doing it on purpose, do they think it makes the book feel more American? But it just confuses the reader because collège in France is middle school. The word already exists!!! and it brings to mind 11-14 year-old kids so it’s really jarring and takes you out of the story when you need to remember every time that the “collège” students here are older teenagers. There are times when calquing foreign words or phrases in your translation is a bold, interesting choice—but not when it removes something (meaning, clarity, connotations) from your language.

It does work when it adds something—novelty or poetry or a connotation that tells you something about another culture without clashing with your own. Like in your example, if you calque an interesting turn of phrase that feels natural in one language and less so in another (but more poetic, intriguing, etc), then your language gains something. I like when translators do this with terms of endearment, like preserving “my little lizard” or w/e instead of replacing it with kitten or your cultural equivalent—if I’m reading a book set in another culture, I’m delighted to learn what silly things people in that culture call their kids or SOs. But it doesn’t work if it removes something from your language—for example if a character in a French novel calls a boy a term of endearment that’s masculine in French but feminine in Spanish, better change it to something else so you don’t confuse the Spanish reader / make them wonder if the boy is being teased or what—you’re asking them to remove meaning / connotations from their language to replace them with something else and the clash just takes you out of the story.

So it’s always a balancing act between your love and respect for the original language / culture / author’s writing style, and your duty to the reader, who needs something familiar enough to be intelligible and pleasant to read. (But at a certain point domesticating your translation too much suggests a lack of respect for your reader’s ability to handle unfamiliar concepts and their curiosity about other cultures.)

I remember reading an article by a translator of, I think, Uyghur, who wanted to keep the phrase “like a third-day moon” to describe a finely curved eyebrow. That's a foreignising translation if your culture isn’t familiar with the lunar calendar and the typical reader is clueless about what the moon looks like on the third day of the lunar month—but if they can guess from context that it’s a delicate eyebrow, it’s not the jarring sort of foreignising that takes you out of the story because you can’t figure out the connotation or it makes no sense in your language; it’s the kind that makes you go “oh, interesting phrasing” and might teach you something (but in a subtle way!) about the kind of culture that would use it. It’s one of the joys of reading translated literature, to discover details of another culture almost without noticing, without having them explained to you in so many words. You’re just absorbing them by osmosis by being immersed in a story in which the translator managed to preserve the right kind & the right amount of surprising little turns of phrase.

#ask #language tag #i loved your ask; it gave me food for thought!#ou de la nourriture pour mes pensées comme qui dirait

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swap-and-possessions · 1 year

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Getting Accustomed to Zach's Body

Geoff thought. If the agent's words are correct, he could become someone else while his body recuperates from the invasive cancer treatment. If that is so, it’s better to choose someone his age and gender. He has chosen Zachary Bailey under these criteria. He didn’t personally know Zach before he got kicked off campus, but his name carried some familiarity. And besides, who the hell would deny having those sweet muscles? Even the agent realized the overlying cause for Geoff’s decision.

It took a few days before the mind transfer happened. There was a lot of bureaucratic red tape and paperwork, and Geoff was glad for the agent to help at every step. He informed his parents of his upcoming operation, and they were surprisingly delighted to hear about it.

“My son’s finally going to get muscles,” Geoff’s dad jokingly said.

“Remember to use protection. I don’t want you coming here with a grandchild. No. Not at this age, Geoff.” Geoff’s mom added.

“Mom!” Geoff retorted with a blush. “Besides. It’s not going to be your grandson since it’s someone’s dick I’ll be using. Did you even read the contract I sent you?”

It was Saturday, and the building was full of people who would have their minds transferred to another body. It’s predominantly students, but some tenured professors and campus utility staff peppered the crowd. Geoff saw familiar faces, and he heard them bragging about the bodies they chose. Richard, his nerdy friend, chose this hairy and beefy guy named Heinrich.

“What’s the dude’s crime?” Geoff asked.

“Oh, he didn’t do any crimes. My agent said he volunteered to have his body used. It’s weird since he doesn’t get any incentives to have his body used. Maybe he’s homeless, and this is his way of living?”

“Or maybe, it’s a fetish.” Geoff laughed.

“Ugh… You asshole.”

The people lined up before several classroom doors. Geoff held up his ticket and went for the door that stated his number. The process seems fast because, after a minute of a person entering, another person with a smile would come out. Although, several people seemed discontent with the body they chose. But not Geoff. He’s sure he will like Zach’s body. Within minutes, it was Geoff’s turn for the operation. The nurse had him sit in a chair and placed a metallic helmet over his head. He didn’t expect the machine to look cliche, like the body-swapping machine in movies.

“What’s the transfer confidence rate?” The doctor asked the nurse.

The nurse flipped a few pages from her clipboard, “It’s ninety-seven percent,” she said.

“That’s high.” The doctor laughed.

“Uhhh… Is that bad?” Geoff asked.

“The opposite,”

From the corner of Geoff’s eye, he saw two people wheel Zachary’s unconscious and half-naked body to the other chair in the machine. They did the same thing when they strapped him on the chair and placed the helmet on his head. Geoff looked back at the doctor to hear the rest of his explanation.

“People with low transfer confidence usually feel alien to their new body, like a severe Body Integration Dysphoria (BID). As in your case, you’ll feel right at home with your new temporary body. The bleeding effect will feel natural. So sit back, relax, and enjoy waking up in your new body.”

The doctor flipped a switch, and Geoff’s mind went along. His entire world went dark, and it felt like his body was stuck on paper, and he had pulled from it, like pulling a tape or a stubborn sticker. There was a fleeting feeling of freedom before it all came crashing down. He awoke to someone calling his name, and when he opened his eyes, he realized it was the nurse. She was holding up a mirror to his face. Instead of seeing his old reflection, it’s Zachary’s face looking back at him with his handsome features and perfect stubble. He looked stunning, dashing even!

“These are Zachary’s articles,” the nurse gave Geoff a t-shirt, pants, Zach’s stinking underwear, a pair of AirPods, and his wallet stacked with cash. He grabbed the plastic that contained the articles and went outside where his friends were waiting. They didn’t recognize him at first because how could they? He is a different man! He had to wave before they identified who he was.

The ride home was strange. Not because it was weird but because my friends were more excited than Geoff was. Unlike me, they saw Zachary’s antics more closely. They were there when Zachary trashed the campus statue when his team won the football season. They saw a nerdy exchange student kneel under him and lick his feet because he liked it. He is a brute and bully, and my friends are surprised that Geoff hasn’t seen any of his infamous acts on campus, given how long he has been studying there. Anyway, that’s all in the past. Zachary was too busy sleeping in a virtual world. As for my friends, they look like giddy fools who can’t stop smiling at themselves. They won’t stop touching my face and patting my enormous muscles. Sure, it’s fun getting worshiped, but he’s not used to it. It was weird until it was not. The sensation became natural, and he came to enjoy it with time.

“Touch me more, ya nerds!” Geoff found himself saying in the back seat.

Geoff’s friends looked at one another in surprise. It’s like Zachary was back, but only for a moment.

“I mean… If you want,” Geoff added.

The group continued to touch Geoff all over. They traced their fingers at the crevasse of his muscles and admired the sheer hardness of his abs. It’s like a Greek demigod is in their midst. However, all good times must come to an end. They left Geoff at his home, where it’s his family's turn to admire his new body. It’s strange coming to a home you recognize with a different body. Everything looked smaller and askew. Then the lunch his mother made tasted blander than usual. Even sleeping in his bed was a chore. This new body is fucking energetic. His heart is beating fast like it’s begging him to spend this energy. He had to do more than a hundred push-ups until his body was sweating and tired. He instantly fell asleep after that.

Geoff screamed when he took a morning leak after waking up. It will be a while before he gets used to seeing someone else’s reflection in the mirror, and probably even longer to get used to the sheer strength of his body. Nevertheless, his heart would often gush out at his handsome face. He can’t believe Zachary wasted this stunning mug just to act like a king on campus. He can’t say if he’ll use this cunt’s face better than Zachary, but he’ll strive to do so.

If it was weird back home, the strangeness dialed up to twenty on campus. Geoff could feel the eyes stare at him. They recognize who he is, and it’s like he’s carrying Zachary’s reputation. Geoff recognized students from the academic clubs and saw them flinch and run away when Geoff got near. Some people tried to approach him, probably because they were Zachary’s acquaintances but skittered away when they got a close look at the tag that said he was not the original inhabitant of this body. Although, one girl approached Geoff.

“Zachary? Yo– you’re back!”

Geoff pointed to the tag on his chest.

Oh, this is embarrassing.” The man blushed before leaving.

Aside from Geoff, others bore the same name tag as he does. From how they walk and how others seem wary of them, they are in the same situation as Geoff. They are not the original inhabitants of their current bodies. Most picked bodies that would let them fit in the crowd of university students, while there are brave others who picked bodies old enough to be professors. During one of Geoff’s classes, his tenured history professor came over with a young and muscular body. Students first mistook Mr. Carson as a lost student. Then they were bewildered when he set his stuff at the professor’s desk and started prepping up the projector for his presentation. It’s fucking weird seeing a hot stud teaching a boring subject. Everyone’s eyes are on his handsome face rather than the lesson about the different types of columns used by the Romans. Although, he did realize it mid-lesson.

“I’m flustered knowing that most of you can’t help but get captivated by my new body. I, myself, am surprised! It’s been decades since I last had hair on the top of my head.” All of the class chuckled. “But remember, the midterms are coming, and this chapter will comprise 30% of the questions. Look at the presentation rather than my face. And please. Don’t bother slipping me your numbers because I won’t be entertaining any. I threw five into the trash this morning alone! If you don’t know it yet, I already have a husband waiting for me back home. So anyway, the Ionic order preceded the Doric order–”

Right after classes, Geoff was about to go home when his other friends bumped into him in the hallway. Unlike the one that drove him home, this other group was in the same situation as him. They all had their minds transferred to new bodies, and all were guys. Even Jessica chose the body of a man, and it seems she can’t stop playing with her bigger breast. They invited Geoff to join them in Jessica’s house, where they could share their day’s experiences in their new bodies. It’s one of the exercises their handlers gave them so they could get accustomed to their new skins.

“I’ll think about it,”

As Geoff said his goodbyes to them, it seemed the guy who called him Zachary this morning was waiting for his turn to speak to him. When the group left, he came over with bright red cheeks and finally called Geoff by his name.

“Geoff. If you don’t mind, can you come to my house instead? I know Zachary. I don’t know if it’s my sense of duty or just plain dumbassery, but I feel like I should tell you more about him since you are in his body. What do you say?”

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Austin!Elvis x reader - Elvis convinces the reader’s mom to let her stay at Graceland for the whole summer. You can do whatever you want from there.

queen of graceland

summary: your parents don't like elvis one bit. you do like elvis quite a bit. somehow you get your parents to allow you to stay with your boyfriend all summer. the two of you have a plan to make your stay permanent. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley rating: m pairing: austin!elvis ( 50's ) x female reader word count: 5007 ( do i have an explanation? no, no i don't. but welcome to why my requests take a hot minute i guess? ) warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). oral ( f receiving ). breeding kink. mutual weirdly wholesome entrapment. everyone is of age. going against parents' wishes. controlling parents. pregnancy. gladys' death is mentioned at the very end. mentions of elvis's close relationship with his mother. author’s note: first off anon! thank you for this request and saints preserve me i am truly sorry it took so long to get to it and it turned into- well this. so i got this before i did kinktober and blah blah we all know life is hectic around the holidays but once i realized this clearly is happening with an of age reader and all that jazz i had to pick an elvis and while i believe it can be agreed that this prompt lends itself well to a sort of dark ( or innocent tbh ) 70s elvis thing- my brain settled on this interesting 50s elvis mutual entrapment breeding kink thing that was originally a little darker but still has those morally grey tinges. i hope you enjoy anon, i did actually really like this prompt from the moment i got it. special thanks to @blurredcolour for being my 50s elvis woman always and my partners in breeding mrs. presley crime, y'all know who you are. and if you all so desire you can imagine elvis in this. but i did try and stay closer to the movie than i have lately on some of my specifically austin elvis requests as of late.

Your mama hates Elvis, it's a fact you've known since the moment she laid eyes on him when you brought him home. First it was that he wasn't good enough for her daughter, too poor, too stupid and too destined to be in the poor parts of Memphis until he dies. Then it was that he was too vulgar and too free wheeling and he was just gonna hurt you, besides what would he see in the girl he left behind at home. All the things she whispers in your ears aren't true because you know as well as anyone the Elvis is practically obsessed with you to the point of madness. It flatters you and delights you enough to make you want to keep him until the end of both your lives. It makes you want to claim him and keep him as your own, to be at home while he travels the states or to accompany him, whatever he wants and whatever brings you the most pleasure in your life.

These wants are how you found yourself practically begging your mother for permission to spend the summer at Graceland after Elvis has already plead his case. You're nineteen and an adult but you still live under your mama and your daddy's roof so their rules are law. And their main rule is one date every two weeks with you and your boyfriend. The concept of you spending an entire set of months with him is not one they're willing to easily agree to but you promise that no funny business is going to go on and besides, his own mama would rather die than have him do anything untoward to you. Nevermind that she's been pressuring him to put a ring on your finger since she realized that you were fine with how close they were, found it endearing and hoped, God willing that your own son and you would have the same sort of relationship. Granted, you were aware that it was unhealthy and all but- Elvis wasn't ever going to unwind himself from his mama so you dealt with it, you could deal with it and charm her to where she needed to be charmed.

Elvis doesn't waste a minute as soon as he sees you walking up the steps of Graceland, carrying two bags full of clothes you planned on wearing while you were there. He takes them from you despite your valiant protests and sets them down by the door the moment he shuts the front door.

"Can't believe you got her to agree to it." Elvis grins, practically bouncing on his heels. He looks like a kid in a candy store, like you've given him the best present you could have for his birthday, his Christmas, his everything. "Getcha all to myself all summer."

You move closer to him moving your hands to his hips and pulling him in for a kiss that's supposed to be chaste but- you've missed him too much to try, instead allowing your tongue to meet his and your teeth to pull at his lip earning a low moan from him as you pull away. "If you do your job right, it'll be longer than the summer, Elvis. I'll be here every summer. Every winter." You move one of his hands to your stomach. "I'll be here every second you want me and them to be."

His eyes widen just a hair before he rubs at your stomach, picturing you full of him, your stomach swelling with a baby or two he's put there. Picturing you going home to your parents only to be sent back because his child or children are growing inside you. The only thing that keeps him from pulling you inside and fucking you against the nearest surface is the knowledge that his mother and Mary and Grandma Dodger are in the kitchen but he moves closer to you anyway, pulling you inside as he nips at your ear. "That you askin' for a baby, Satnin? Askin' for me to fill ya up before ya go back to your parents? Make them see ya belong wit' me?"

You feel your arousal pool in your undergarments as you clench around air, wishing he was having sex with you already. Wishing you could feel his cock filling you up in just the way you needed. A noise of pure desire- a mix of a coo and a whine- leaves your mouth as you push him against the wall by the door. "That's me beggin' for one, El." Your own accent thickens, brought on only by the desire coursing through you at proving that you belong by Elvis's side.

Elvis looks like he's about to say something, or like he's about to lift you up against the wall- everyone be damned before he hears his mother shouting his name and he growls against your neck, allowing himself to at the very least shove his knee in between your thighs. Gladys comes around the corner, grinning and looking pleased as punch to see you even as you take just a second to grind on her sons' thigh as you smile over his shoulder at her.

"Y/N!" She shouts, starting to walk to toward the pair of you, causing Elvis to move his thigh from between your legs and turn to face his mama. "Bewbie, you were supposed to tell me when she got here!"

Elvis has the decency to look chargined for a moment, burrowing his face into your shoulder like a little boy and mumbling. "Mama- she just got here and I missed her."

"And you think I haven't?" She frowns, lightly slapping his arm and pulling you away from him. If she notices anything about his lower half she doesn't say anything, instead focusing on pulling you in for a hug. "A whole summer with us, oh- I was thinkin' I was gonna have to talk to your mama myself to convince her." She pauses and looks at Elvis. "You'd have thought she thinks my bewbie's gonna ruin you."

Elvis looks over at you as his mother just squeezes you in her hug. His teeth are biting into his lower lip as he tries not to laugh, knowing fully well that had she not interrupted you that he would have been well on his way to ruining you by the front door. Your smile back at him is full of promise and can barely be called a smile, edging more to a smirk than anything else. The idea is for him to ruin you this summer, you are both entirely aware that your parents will never let you be with Elvis as long as they live unless something drastic changes. Unless they're forced to allow him to be with you and while you like to think there's a better option, from the way you and Elvis keep looking at each other you both have come to the same conclusion, there isn't. He's never going to be good enough in your parents' eyes for their baby even if he makes all the money in the world or if he settles down and stops making that rock and roll music. No, he's always going to be that boy they don't like, that boy who'll only ever bring ruin to their baby girl. Even if that's the furthest from what he is, from what he wants to be.

In a perfect world, he likes to think he'd have you after seeing you dressed up all in white, looking a vision from the bible, all virginal and ready for him to explore in ways no one ever had or ever would after him. You'd be underneath him, writhing and panting in the way you do when you both get a little hot and heavy in his Cadalliac but he'd have you bare and so open to him. So open to be able to receive his cum, so open and ready to give him children so that he could see you swollen with him. So that he could see a little blond boy or girl suckling at your chest with you all sweaty after having brought them into the world.

in a perfect world, he likes to think the two of you would have a gaggle of kids after you got married and that he'd take them on the road with him. Get himself a bus like BB where he can just have you and his kids as a little moving sanctuary or maybe just have them at home with you taking care of them. He knows you might wanna work outside the home but he also knows that can wait, he could provide for you both and for anyone else for now. In this world though, in the world you both live in he has to find a way to even have you for longer than a summer and drastic situations call for drastic measures. The pair of you are so busy looking at each other that neither one of you are really paying attention to Gladys when she pulls away and says something to the both of you only to shake her head at how little you're both paying attention.

"Ignoring me because you can't take your eyes off each other-" She sighs a little, clutching her chest at the image. "I'll leave you two be, Elvis go take her things up to her room, show her what we set up for her."

You raise an eyebrow as she leaves and within a minute you're up against Elvis, grabbing both of your bags for him to take from you. "My room." You pause and giggle softly. "You mean the room that's just going to have my clothes in it?"

Elvis has to shut his eyes for a moment as he shakes his head, exhaling softly. "Darlin'- if you're lucky your clothes are gonna be there. I plan on havin' ya everywhere in my damn house."

A gasp leaves your mouth as he takes the bags and starts to walk up the stairs. "Everywhere in the house, El- what about everyone else."

He's silent as you head up the stairs and doesn't bother to answer your question until you're both safely in your room. The bed is simple enough, large enough for you and Elvis to be on it together easily and the room is surprisingly simple in decoration. Gladys' influence, you figure. The bags hit the floor with a thump as suddenly you find yourself being walked back to the bed. The back of your knees hit the bed frame and you let out a huff of surprise before flopping on the bed. Elvis doesn't miss a beat as he crawls on top of you, his eyes heady with desire.

"Satnin, darlin' they ain't here all the time." He starts before kissing at your neck, his hands moving to undo the buttons of your blouse with surprising ease. "And if you want to leave here with my baby in you, we gotta make sure there's enough of me in there. Gotta make sure you're full of me. Gotta make sure it stays and catches, like they all say it does."

A shiver goes through you at his words, your hands moving to undo his belt and pants, some sort of primal need overcoming your desire to say anything else. He's right and you know this. You know that there's no guarantee you'd get pregnant on the first try, that practice makes perfect and it wouldn't hurt to have him fill you up with his- release as much as he can. Yet, hearing the words come out of Elvis's mouth, hearing how he's going to fill you up has your body on edge, has it craving what he's offering. You faintly hear a chuckle as you struggle with the button to his pants and feel his warm hands- always so large- over your own, assisting you before you triumphantly achieve your goal. Your hand slips into his underwear, finding its way to his cock easily, feeling his foreskin and how dry it is before you pull his cock out. Elvis grabs your hand and spits into it, knowing that sometimes you forget to spit, forget that while his precum helps, the beginning part, this part depends on a little extra liquid.

"Don't hold back, darlin'." He mutters, seeing your lower lip caught between your teeth. "Gonna make you mine, wanna hear how you love it. How you would have sounded if we could do this proper with a wedding an' everythin'."

If you're embarrassed at the whimper, it doesn't show, the arousal starting to seep out of you becoming unbearable as your chest heaves just a tad. Elvis watches your breasts still in your bra bounce that little bit as your chest heaves and tries to focus on anything but your hand wrapping around his cock as you move your hand up and down for a moment before starting to pull back his foreskin. He hisses the second your thumb brushes against his tip. His precum makes it glide easily but- it's too much, he wants to be in you, doesn't want to waste a single drop down your throat or your hand or anywhere. Somehow his hand makes it down to your skirt, pushing it down with an ease he'll explain away later as just dumb luck. He knows fully well it's come from the few times he's had someone on the tours but he loves you- has loved you from the moment you agreed to date him but he was lonely. Somehow your underwear comes with the skirt and you find yourself shivering at the cold air against your pussy. Elvis looks down, his fingers sliding between your folds, marveling at just how wet you are for him. A growl leaves him unbidden as he moves to shoo your hand away from his cock and lines himself up with your exposed pussy, allowing himself to put just the tip in, feeling you stretch around him. He knows he should wait, knows that you've stretched yourself as much as you can playing with yourself over the phone while he pumps his cock in empty hotel rooms, but it's nothing compared to his cock inside of you.

His eyes dart across your face, asking for permission to push in farther and you nod just barely, your eyes shutting as you feel the burn of his cock in you. It's a uncomfortable but you manage, breathing through your nose as he takes his time. You figure this has to be torture for him, after all you had felt how hard he was, saw how red the head of his cock looked but he's still being gentle. He's still putting your needs so far above his own. This is what your mama doesn't see- the man who treats you like a goddess when he's fucking you for the first time. You roll your hips up, earning a groan from him as he increases his speed, taking your actions to mean he can. Whimpers and small tiny moans escape your lips, providing a small symphony of noise around you both as Elvis's lips smack against yours and against your skin and as your skin meets over and over again as his hips rut against you. Your brain floats the more you feel him, the more you feel a coil deep inside of you tightening, feel yourself inching closer to the edge. Your hands move to his back, pulling him closer into you before you hear him curse, and feel his hips rut a few times in quick succession before feeling a warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows soon after, the moan that escapes your lips being swallowed by Elvis's kiss so as to not arouse suspicion of what you've done up here. Elvis stays on top of you, keeping his cock inside you even as he catches his breath and his hips still pump ever so slowly into you. Your ears faintly register a faint squelching noise as he does and you find that you can't look Elvis in the eyes, the noise somehow reminding you that this is an inherently filthy act. A moment passes of still hearing the noise before your vagina inadvertently clenches around him, earning a low growl and a biting kiss from Elvis.

It was like you were trying to suck him into you, trying to make sure no part of his cum or him would be free of you. You don't intend for it to be that way and yet it's how it goes, allowing you to hold him close as you both continue to catch your breath. The amount of time that passes isn't something either one of you pay attention to before Elvis starts to pull out, earning a whine from both of you as he does.

"Got me in a vice grip, Satnin. Gotta let me go, mama was cooking with everyone- gotta make sure we keep up our strength." He murmurs, kissing your cheeks, your lips and down your neck to your chest. "Gonna have fun tonight- play with those breasts of yours. Show ya how our baby is gonna eat from ya."

A low keen escapes your lips as you push him off of you, knowing that the way he's talking is going to have you pulling him back on top of you, ruining any hope you have of getting to stay the rest of the summer. Gladys may want you here but she doesn't know what her son and you have planned, how right she is about him ruining you. How with any luck, you'll be leaving with a baby in your belly that will round out your form and have your parents forcing him to marry you. A simple entrapment scheme- but one you and Elvis are privy to while either set of parents aren't.

It takes a moment before you and Elvis are put together and you hear Gladys calling for both of you as you're both smoothing out each other's hair, making sure it's just mussed and not completely giving away how fucked out you are. That it's not giving away how you feel his cum leaking out of you enough that you want to push it back in but know that it can wait. This time it doesn't need to take. Besides, if it did- why you think you'd be leaving with an already there bump, and that won't quite do. Elvis kisses you one more time, gently before grabbing your hand. "Come on darlin', gonna show ya how it's gonna be when you're here forever."

True to his word, Elvis does manage to fuck you in just about every place in the house, except for the few rooms that are off limits. Sure, the Colonel comes and has to have meetings and Elvis has to leave one week to record some music but otherwise, he's by your side unable to keep his hands off of you. Unable to keep himself from being in you the moment he can, there's even a moment while you're out on the porch with you in his lap and your skirt billowing around the two of you as he fucks you while watching the sunset. Your period doesn't come the last month you're there, and Elvis finds that any time he touches your breasts you hiss, swatting his hands away. He doesn't dare put into words what he's thinking, what you're both thinking until the hot sticky August day you have to leave. You're waiting for your father to come pick you up, sitting in the living room and Elvis finds his hand moving to your stomach, rubbing it, trying to feel out a bump he's praying he'll get to see soon.

"Ya think it took this time, darlin'? Think they're growing in there?" He murmurs giving you a soft kiss as he does. "It's out last shot, don't think ya parents are gonna let ya come back if they aren't."

One of your hands moves to cup Elvis's cheek while you place the other on top of his hand that's on your stomach. "I'm not gonna think about it that way, don't wanna talk 'bout it and then something happens. Have a little faith, El. You know I want this as much as you."

He nods exhaling shakily. "I-I know, just don't wanna think of a world where I don't get to keep ya. Where they keep ya away for good this time, ya- ya know I gotta do one of those tours soon and I wanna be able to take ya to see some places, baby."

Your lips quirk into a smile. "And you will. Faith, baby. Faith." A honk interrupts whatever you're planning on saying next and Elvis pulls away slowly, his hand reaching out to pull you up from the couch as he kisses you goodbye. "Make 'em send you back as soon as ya know, lil one. Please."

The only answer you give him is a nod as you rush out the door, carrying your bags and cooing a loud hello to your daddy.

Elvis- Elvis doesn't see you for another two months. Not intentionally on your part, mind you, but more due to the fact that your mother sees the signs and hopes and prays she's wrong. Prays that her fears won't be confirmed, that after she let herself be charmed by you and that stupid young man that he's ruined you. You've always stayed the same size, always been able to not need your skirts or your shirts changed since your waist and your chest settled into what they are. Yet, here you are, slowly filling out, your breasts pushing at the buttons of your blouses and your stomach starting to bloat. She thinks it's just your period only to realize it's not when you don't come to her as you would normally like clockwork. You're eating everything she puts in front of you and she swears on more than one occasion she hears you retching in the bathroom in the early evening hours.

It all comes to a head one afternoon with you on the couch, your hands settling on your stomach, highlighting a bump that's starting to form, that's beginning to be more pronounced by the day- that has her seeing red in her mind's eye. Her question is brusque and to the point.

"When was your last period?" She pauses. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."

In another time and place, one where you aren't secure in the knowledge that you're carrying Elvis's baby, you'd look away when you answer, too mortified to admit that Elvis got you pregnant because you wanted him to. In this time and this place, you press a little harder into your stomach, trying to protect your baby from your mother, lest she do something awful. "Three months ago. Maybe almost four, I lost count, mama."

All hell breaks loose after that, with your mama screaming and telling your father and calls to Graceland where you can hear Gladys calling Elvis's name sounding more angry than you've ever heard her. Throughout it all- despite it all, you're in your room smiling, talking to your stomach telling the baby that's growing in there that they're gonna meet their daddy finally. A week after you find yourself being driven to graceland in a coat to keep yourself warm in the cool weather while also hiding what's underneath from the fans gathered outside the gates. Your daddy leaves as soon as he sets your luggage down next to you, muttering about how he always knew that boy would ruin you and now he's gonna be stuck with him as a son in law.

The door opens to reveal Elvis looking like he's going to curse someone out before he realizes it's you. No words are exchanged as you open up your coat carefully and grab Elvis's hand to press against your bump. You're wearing a tighter blouse than normal to highlight it, and Elvis starts to breathe a little heavier taking note of just how much you've started to change in the months since he's seen you. He pulls you inside, grabbing the bags with a speed you marvel at before he pulls your coat off and takes a proper look at you.

You breathe slowly and Elvis swears he sees one of the buttons on your blouse look as if it's going to pop off before you smile ever so sweetly at him. "Mama hasn't let me get new clothes and- I wanted you to see what you've done to me." You lean forward, your lips brushing against his ear. "How you've ruined your sweet girl. Would have waited a little longer but I wanted you to see me grow."

His only answer in reply is lifting you up with a surprising bit of strength onto the dining room table, laying you out on it with your legs dangling at the edge, his head moving under your skirt. You can barely hear what he's saying as he kisses up your thighs but what you catch has you shivering in delight. "Made you better. Gave you my baby. Made it so your mama had to let you go. Get to stay with me. Be my girl, be my queen of Graceland."

You try and push him away, your brain reminding you that there's people in the house and you can hear cooking happening in the kitchen but your attempts are forgotten at the first brush of his tongue against your slit and the brush of his nose against your clit. He licks at you like a starving man, his tongue fucking your pussy like a pale imitation of his cock as his fingers play with your clit, rubbing and touching and even pinching in the way he's learned you enjoy. You bite your lip, whimpering even as you do, trying to keep quiet so that no one realizes just what Elvis is doing to you even as you barrel quick enough to your orgasm that it shocks you with the sheer force and speed it comes at you.

Gladys voice rings out as your chest is heaving and Elvis finds his way out from under your skirt, his face glistening as the door to the kitchen swings open. His mama sees you on the table and looks to her son, her eyes narrowing just a hair before she shakes her head. "Bewbie, you're- we gotta get you two married before you do anything else." Her face flushes just a little. "Off the table, Y/N. Let me see you and my little grandbaby you got growing here."

Her hands move to your stomach, feeling around like she's looking for something before her lips curl into a sad little smile. There's a moment where she looks like she's going to lean in to tell you what she's thinking before she stops herself and just pulls you into a hug. "I'm- We're gonna take good care of you here. Gonna make sure you and this baby have all the strength you need. I told Bewbie to marry you but- didn't think you'd both be so silly to do this to make it happen. It's alright- what's done is done and now we have this to celebrate."

And so life goes until everything comes crashing down with the papers and the Steve Allen show and Russwood- it all culminates in you seven or eight months pregnant, wishing you could drink as heavily as Gladys is when you hear your husband is getting shipped off to Germany. You promise to take care of his mama and promise to call him the minute you go into labor so that he doesn't miss seeing his baby born while in training. Yet, you find that you fail the first one so miserably when you come across Gladys on the stairs, slumped over, forcing you to call Vernon to help you with her. Not even the movement of the baby within you is able to rouse Elvis from his tears until the Colonel says something to him. You're hidden away from the cameras at Elvis's request. People know he's married, know that you are due to give birth any day now but beyond what everyone's already seen, he doesn't want anyone to see you, not right this moment, not when everything feels so raw and he's got to protect his only girl left- his queen of Graceland.

It's the day before he goes back to finish training when you feel the pain- when you feel your back and stomach twist and you moan in the bed, clutching at your stomach like that will help. This would be so much easier if Gladys was there, she could coach you through this. Elvis forces his way into the room, too scared to be away from the only Satnin he has left, too scared he'll lose you too if he lets you out of his sight. When you push out your first and it still feels like there's another in there- you realize just what Gladys had held back this whole time, too superstitious to even whisper to you that she figured you were too big for just one baby.

You name them Elizabeth and Loretta and Elvis promises to find a way to have you all brought to Germany with him. It takes a year but when you finally do see him again- when you finally both see each other again? You make a vow to stick to each other like glue if only because you're both so tired of being separated when there's no reason to be, no matter what the Colonel would like to argue.

And if perhaps your number of children shows that level of togetherness? Well. You can't very well be a queen without plenty of heirs, now can you?

tag list: @eliseinmemphis, @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @aconflagrationofmyown and @butlersxbirdy, @lindszeppelin, @powerofelvis @floralcyanide seriously i never know who to tag in this and breeding kink is so iffy i apologize y'all and hey once again if you all want to be on my tag list ( in general, tbh ) just give me a heads up or a holler.

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try-set-me-on-fire · 10 months

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Tagged for wip Wednesday by @thewolvesof1998 @devirnis @rewritetheending and @alyxmastershipper! Was also tagged by a bunch of people for a bunch of things yesterday but was to busy to post anything, sorry i love you all mwah mwah mwah. Anyway (ringing a bell) Eddie’s miserable, come and get it (a little nsfw this time)

In February he breaks things off with Ana, gracelessly. She deserved better than his mumbling non-explanations over the kitchen sink, but he thinks she probably deserved better from the moment they went on their first date, so there's no use in splitting hairs now. In April he comes out to his sisters, who promise to have his back if he ever tells mom and dad. He privately and guiltily thinks about waiting for his parents to die so he can enjoy his life, but he thinks, overall, that it was a pretty positive experience, that he felt pretty good about it, so he comes out to Christopher a week later. Chris doesn't understand what that means for Shannon, and Eddie also doesn’t understand what that means for Shannon, has been wracked with guilt over what this means for Shannon, who died at 26 and wasted so much time with him when he’s not sure he ever loved her right. And so maybe he falls apart a little bit and maybe he yells a little bit, and maybe Chris yells too, and then they spend three horrible days barely talking, the longest they’ve ever fought. Truce is called in front of a picture of the three of them, together and happy, photo sitting pride of place in the center of the mantle.

“She was my best friend,” Eddie says, telling the absolute truth. “I’ll miss her all my life.”

Chris nods, and sighs, and leans against him, and says if he’s going to get a boyfriend he should find one who’s better at video games, and Eddie takes the olive branch gratefully, and loses at Mario Kart eight times in a row.

In May he gets drunk at Pat's birthday party and begins a series of regrettable hookups with Dylan the x-ray tech. There is not much grace to be found here, either. Half the nursing staff have had a series of regrettable hookups with Dylan the x-ray tech, a fact that makes him feel embarrassed, mostly, but also sort of delighted in some strange and shivery way. A feeling of solidarity, he would explain if anyone somehow had the insight to ask, a feeling of belonging brought about by commiseration over shared bad ideas. Harder to explain but perhaps more true: he liked the feeling of being wanted for his body and wanting another body, he liked the feeling of being used, he liked learning to suck dick with his knees aching on the cold floor of an out of the way janitor's closet.

In June there is a fire that takes out the metro dispatch center.

@shortsighted-owl @burins @buckactuallys @eowon @rogerzsteven @butchdiaz it’s Wednesday my (gn) dudes

#wip #wip wednesday #damn i had an idea for a line after the sucking dick one but I didn’t write it down and then i fell asleep. oh well #er nurse eddie au

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focsle · 1 year

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Sometimes whalemen (and whaling wives) have a ‘reader’ in mind when they’re writing in their journals.

For fellows like Albert Peck or William Abbe, they’re very much writing in the vein of sea yarns, filling their journals with tables of contents or headers to reference later (that makes my life easier too, thanks lads!). There’s a prose quality to it, as well as lengthy explanations about the industry and the life for those unfamiliar with it. Albert Peck opens his journal with a preface followed by a table of contents:

“Kind Reader, If you can have the patience to embark with me I will give you a plain straightforward account of my experience as a sailor, and you can depend upon every incident as being true, excepting names. But perhaps some may read this who were my companions in my voyaging, and if so they will readily recognize the different characters; and if I can interest an idle hour for you, Reader, my purpose will be accomplished.”

Abbe also shares his journals with his shipmates:

“Been reading from my journal to the members of my watch—who to my delight approve it — + Johnny the boatsteerer said he could keep awake all night listening to me + Curly tells me to have it printed when I get home […] We are constantly abusing each other in fun — but nothing gives him so much pleasure as to know that I write about him in my journal. […] Johnny can’t read or write, but he says he means to overhaul my journal someday + get someone to read to him all I have written about him. I read it to him and he understands with a grin of delight.”

Some like William Buel are writing with the notion that they may have a reader of their journal, but it’s written as a private journal rather than a ‘narrative’, that might perhaps be stumbled across by someone else or shared with land lubber friends who might be interested when back ashore. There isn’t a person in mind, nor a sense of wide distribution, but they are thinking of a reader regardless. William, before departing to attend to his laundry that he was procrastinating on, writes:

“With the permission of the reader if I am so fortunate as to have one I will once more haul taut and belay,”

He also apologizes to his hypothetical reader for long spans in which there are no entries (mostly cos the weather’s bad and he’s too busy being wet and cold and tired).

“This digression was rendered necessary in order that the writer of this nondescript log or journal might show cause as the lawyers say of delaying his entries herein for so many days. If the reader will pardon the omission he will strive to do better in the future.”

Silliman Ives also has a general reader, winking at them in his personal entries.

“Between you, and I, and the mainmast, I am disgusted and disappointed.” As well as a particular amusing comment of his (to me), “So you see there isn’t much chance of getting sentiment out of a sailor, as you will readily admit after inspecting a mariner’s logbook.”

Wrong Mr. Ives! It’s my mission in life to find the sentiment, and find it I do, constantly! As someone who works in public history and is always hunting for the humanity of ordinary people from the past, I very much empathize with this sort of hypothetical-gen-reader fellow. I too leave little asides in my private journals to some future hand that might lay upon them (‘If anyone is reading this I swear I’m not a miserable person—I’m just only good at writing in journals when I’m bothered by something’).

Others are writing for the benefit of their friends, such as Mary Brewster, who felt she had to justify her decision to join her husband on his ship.

“I have thought best to keep some account of the time as it passes and should I live to return my friends can see what I have been doing, where we have been, and perhaps by reading this form some correct ideas as regards my feelings whilst absent.”

For J.E. Haviland, the reader he has in mind as he documents his life aboard is his mom, of whom he seems very fond and thinks of often while at sea.

“You cannot imagine my Dear Mother how highly we prize a few hours rest + sleep at such times as these…You would not have known your own son if you could have seen him yesterday. I was nearly black with smoke + dirt. ”

On the other hand, there are some men like Marshall Keith who explicitly forbid a reader opening their journal, especially when it comes to the list of dreams he had while on the voyage.

“All persons are forbid opening this book as there is nothing in it that concerns them in the least.”

I felt a moment of hesitation after reading this message, but the 160-year-old dream diary of a whaler was too historically interesting to me to heed him (though out of respect for him I didn’t transcribe or publish those dreams)

Others initially had no reader at all, keeping a journal simply to mark the time. But for one man, Benjamin Bourne, his reader ended up being himself. 40 years after the voyage, as an old man with only a few years left in his life, he went through the log and annotated it with his current feelings.

“At the date above I think I was not happy but now would give all to be back in mid ocean. Sept 22 1898.” “Jan 29th, 1899 I thought I was having a hard time 40 years ago but it was the best of my life.”

Throughout the book he scrawled an entreaty to his descendants, who he also considered his readers. The front page of his journal had three opening messages:

“Be sure and keep this book in the family, it was a great interest to the writer. BH Borne. Keep this book for the present owners’ sake. BH Borne. Please keep this book in the family of BH Borne and never give it up.”

I wasn’t the intended Reader for these people. I wasn’t a friend of Mary’s or a family member of Haviland’s. I’m not a descendent of Benjamin’s and I don’t know how he’d feel knowing his journal is in an archive rather than within his family. I don’t know how Marshall would feel about me reading his dreams when he wrote that they didn’t concern anyone but himself. Few of them, if any, would have expected anyone to come into contact with their battered old journal nearly 2 centuries later. But still, I always feel something fond when they step back to address someone beyond themselves—It makes an immediate line from my life to theirs, all through the word ‘reader’.

#awhalin #long post //#i need to work on comms now I was gettin sentimental over my coffee while reading haviland’s stuff

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lu-vin-it · 2 years

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𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗕𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄/ 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗨𝘀𝗲𝗱:𝗛𝗲/𝗛𝗶𝗺

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲

So lets start at the very beginning

…a very good place to start!!!

(sorry i love the sound of music) You and Will probably met because someone was bullying him and you stepped in cause you found him hot

something like this:

“Hey what’s goin’ on here?” You asked as you walked up to a few guys crowding a smaller boy who was seemingly terrified. The guys got visibly nervous at your presence.

“Oh.. uh… we were just.. um..” One of the guys stuttered.

“You were just finishing. If I catch you near him again, you’re gonna have to deal with me.” You said, walking closer to them. “Got it?” They all nod. “Great! Go away!” You order, your demeanor suddenly changing. The boys run away and you turn to the scared boy. “You okay?”

“Yeah.. thanks.” You offer your hand to him.

“Of course, I would never pass up the opportunity to help a cute boy.” You wink as he takes your hand and blushes. “You are?”

“I’m Will… Byers. Will Byers. I just moved here with my mom and siblings from Indiana.”

“Okay Will Byers. I’m Y/N L/N. Local gay. Show me your schedule pretty boy, I can take you to your next class.” You wrap your arms around his neck and walk with him. You were towering over him, and he was 5’9.

Will knew where his next class was, it was two weeks into the school year after all, but he let you show him where it was because 1. You were hot. 2. You were gay. 3. You called him pretty boy.

After that you guys talked all the time, and you constantly walked him to class.

You met Jane quickly after meeting Will because she was in a few of his classes.

You thought she was cute and all, but you weren’t vibing with her clothes or style or anything, really.

You definitely gave her a makeover.

Now shes really bitchin.

You also vibe with Jonathon cause he smokes and you think thats cool.

But most of all, you’re like. head over heels for Will.

Constantly over at his house and when you ask him out and he accepts…

Everything x10.

You give him gifts

You cuddle him.

All the fucking time.

Like if you aren’t touching each other in some way you get anxious.

and he does too

cause he’s incredibly insecure and he likes to know that you love him as much as he loves you, yk?

You definitely try to dress him up in your clothes but that doesn’t work out, your clothes are too big for him.

And he just doesn’t like them on himself much.

He loves them on you though.

When you meet Joyce as Will’s boyfriend, she was accepting of you immediately.

She doesn't understand you, but she likes you.

You love her so much.

When shit happens back in Hawkins you go with them.

Cause you're always at their house so it was unavoidable.

And you definitely throw yourself into shit before you even get an explanation.

Like.. you throw yourself in front of Jonathon, Mike, Jane, and Will.

And you carry the guy that got shot out to Argyle's van, although you are a tiny bit upset because you got your clothes bloody in the meantime.

But speaking about Argyle!

You and Argyle are acquaintances.

You definitely get him to add "slay" to his vocabulary.

"I have purple palm tree delight! I'm set! I'm slaying!" He exclaims while driving you guys to Hawkins. Jonathon looks at him as if he was crazy, Will looks at you knowingly, Mike and Jane just sit there confused.

"Your.. slaying?" Jonathon asked, curious about what that meant.

"Yeah! He's slaying!" You put on a wide smile and turn to Will, who is smiling and shaking his head.

You also play Doja Cat and Cardi B on the way to Hawkins which is a slay tbh.

omg and back to the lovey dovey shit:

If you wear makeup or lipstick at least,

Will and Jane love it when you do their makeup.

And you are constantly wiping lipstick off of Will's lips/reapplying your lipstick to yourself cause of kissing.

Oh and you definitely got Will a bunch of skincare stuff, not cause he needs it but because of course you did?

And you guys do masks together all the time man

Over all, I think Will needs a himbo in his life.

Introvert x Extrovert yk?

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

@katzw0rld, @mukbee

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ꨄ

#will byers x reader #will byers x male!reader #male!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things s4 #fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things season four #st s4

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So, before you hit your romance limit, can I request my two Black Clover OC ships? Solid x Rosette and Fuegoleon x Lital. You probably need to read their profiles first, if you haven't yet. I have a tag My Black Clover OC ☘️, hope it will help you. And to give some platonic bond too, Acier & Nozel and Finral & Gauche too?

Hi there Vilandel, and thank you so much for the ask! I'd be delighted to share some thoughts with you. 💕

Solid x Rosette

I am so happy you sent in this ask and told me about Solid x Rosette because this ship is absolutely my cup of tea (and not just because they're not super gooey and romantic. [A/N: Me neither Sosette] though I do have an affinity for more pragmatic couples who are very devoted to each other even if they're not super traditionally romantic and/or are more private about their affections). The big appeal here for me is that I've always had this intense fascination with arranged marriage to lovers. I have no explanation for this, but it's an absolutely fascinating dynamic to me and something I really enjoy exploring. I'll admit that maybe I'm biased because I also chose the arranged marriage to lovers dynamic for my own Black Clover OC x CC ship, but I think it just fits the nobility and strict social order of the Clover Kingdom so perfectly in my opinion and works so incredibly well for the story you've created for Sosette.

I love the idea of Solid entering this arranged marriage because "it's what you do," but then finding himself engaged to someone kind and perceptive enough to see beyond his haughtiness to realize he isn't just a shallow snob. He is moved by the fact she trusts him, and she brings out the best in him by believing it's there. Then he has his little panic moment of "Oh no! I fell in love with my fiancee!" This is the good stuff! Also, Rosette is super cool in her own right, and I adore her (and her friendship with my girl Charmy! YES!!). I love that she's so calm, collected, and perceptive. Also she's a detective? That's so awesome (and the Poirot reference had me squealing). Also, her glass magic sounds super interesting! I'll admit I never really thought of Solid Silva as a romantic being before, but Rosette's profile and your little one shot about them sold me. They're canon now. I don't make the rules.

Lital x Fuegoleon

Lital sounds lovely as well, and her backstory is really compelling (especially the story of her adoption which was so moving and so wholesome). I love the slow burn nature of her relationship with Fuegoleon, their long history with each other, and how they bonded over being on the same magic knights' squad. I'll admit I'm not as feral about it as Sosette (seriously, I just adore that ship now), but it seems like a very sweet pairing and I'd definitely be on board for it too!

Some Platonic Bond Thoughts Too? I'm So Spoiled! 😁 Thank you so much for this! Platonic relationships are truly my real passion, so it means a lot to me to be indulged to ramble about them as well.

Mother and Son: Acier and Nozel Silva

The bond between Nozel and Acier is so incredibly compelling to me. It's nice to see such a healthy and wholesome mother and son relationship, and the series does such an incredible job of showing just how much Nozel's love for his mom and his desire to make her proud and live up to her legacy has motivated and affected him. I adore them.

Finral and Gauche Friendship

I don't think I've ever really thought about this one before, but as soon as I read your ask, I had this very vivid thought of them bonding over gushing about how much love their younger siblings (I'm sure Langris would hate that...but luckily he's not there 😂😅). That said, it's a little hard for me personally to imagine that Finral wouldn't get on Gauche's nerves, so I'm not sure I can see them as besties in the same way as Gauche and Gordon for instance, but I do like the concept of an unlikely friendship between them and them bonding over their roles as big brothers. 😊

#thank you for the ask!#Sosette is my new Black Clover OC x CC OTP #I keep collecting them #but I really shouldn't be surprised about that seeing as my friends are so talented! Of course I adore their ships 💖#solid x rosette #fuegoleon x lital #acier silva #nozel silva #finral roulacase #gauche adlai #acacia's ramblings #answered asks

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meimi-haneoka · 1 year

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Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card Chapter 72: Comments + JP-ENG translation differences

Hellooo everyone! The plot-train that will bring us to the finale of Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card Arc is unstoppable, so here we are once again, at the beginning of another month, for another chapter of the climax of this saga!! April 1st as usual is a very busy and important day in the CLAMP world, as it is not only the so-called "CLAMP Day", but also the birthday of our Sakura Kinomoto (and many other CLAMP characters!)!! Moreover, precisely as I'm writing this post, SakuraFes is being held in Tokyo!! Fans strived hard to get a ticket (I could see the struggle on my TL on Twitter) and while some managed to get one somehow, others were left out....since there's been lots of anticipation for this event, we'll see if it was worth the struggle and if we'll get info about the thing we're all waiting the most for: a second season of the Clear Card anime!! (UPDATE: IT WAS INDEED ANNOUNCED like we all hoped for!! Congratulations to all of us!! 😂)

In the meantime, let's focus on the analysis of chapter 72 because boooooy, it might be one of the shortest chapters ever (I remember chapters this short were released in 2018) but the info that was disclosed in it!!! We're definitely, definitely at the climax and it shows. CLAMP sensei are solving all the mysteries and giving us all the answers one by one. But since this is important info that will help us understanding the story better, let's review this chapter (and its translation) carefully!

And as usual, before diving under the cut and into the chapter, the gif of the month (paying homage to Lilie, lol) !!

The Cover Page

Oooh, what a pretty Sakura we have here!! She looks as if being half-asleep, and judging by the content of the chapter, it kinda makes sense. Sakura stays in a dream for the most of it. The simple dress is very elegant with all those gemstones applied on it. It also looks as if Sakura is creating them? Also, we have once again the black background that's become so common lately in the color pages of Clear Card. With that expression, Sakura looks a little bit more mature, and I really like it. The text in the JP version reminds us again of the last words Lilie said in the previous chapter: "I crossed time and dreams to come to see you".

"I know her very well, and yet I don't know anything about her"

The chapter starts right from where we left off at the end of chapter 71, with our Sakura and Lilie meeting for the first time....or is it?? 😉 Sakura sounds a bit confused at what Lilie said, but as usual (bless her!!!) she's very perceptive and notices that Lilie resembles Akiho a lot, more than actually Sakura herself. Lilie seems delighted and answers "I'm happy to hear that!!" (and not "Thank you!" like she said in the ENG translation). I was all smily when I've read this for the first time, but what came right after threw me in a puddle of sadness, and now you'll understand why. Sakura asks her if she knows Akiho, and Lilie's answer is "I could say I know her very well, and at the same time, that I don't know anything about her. And that makes me terribly sad". That's it. I was all giddy and happy to finally hear Lilie starting to talk, and she had to throw this brick made of sadness at me like that, right in the beginning. 😭😭Because it's clear here she's referring to the fact that despite being her own daughter, she won't survive long enough to see her grow up. Not even long enough to ascertain who she will look more similar to, her mom or her dad. Because Lilie died when Akiho wasn't even 1 year old. She was just a baby. The realization tinted that "I'm so happy to hear that!" we've seen before of the same sad color. ☹️ BUT!! We're not here to get shot down by angst so early in the chapter, so we proceed with Lilie apologizing for making things so confusing for Sakura, and she informs her they're in a dream. Then she finally proceeds to give some explanations on what's she's been trying to do this whole time, at the same time solving one of the BIGGEST mysteries in the Clear Card Arc. The question everyone had ever since chapter 1 was: "who's under the cloak of the Mysterious Cloaked Figure?" And here, my dear readers, we finally get our answer, in the year of the lord 2023, 7 years after the beginning of the manga: MCF WAS LILIE ALL ALONG!!! But let's see her version of the facts. Basically, Lilie in the beginning strived hard to travel through time alone to speak directly with Sakura at the age of 13 years old (HOW F*CKING POWERFUL IS THIS CHILD??), but it wasn't successful because her voice didn't reach our girl. We see a flashback right from chapter 7 with someone dressed with the robe standing right outside Sakura's house. Do you remember that? Yeah, MCF didn't appear only in dreams, but also physically in Sakura's reality. These scenes appeared in the anime as well and in the end we found out that under the cloak there was a sleepwalking Akiho, acting completely unconsciously. As it's typical with CLAMP anime, this turned out to be different in the manga! (But there's still a chance they'll explain that scene of the anime in a different way!) I had the impression, for a long time, that MCF was a different person depending on the dream Sakura had, or depending on whether MCF appeared in a dream or not. Well! Turns out even that intuition was wrong, because MCF was ALWAYS the same person, it's just that...some big mess happened, but let's see how Lilie explained it herself. Since her voice couldn't reach Sakura, and since our girl kept seeing the future ahead in her premonitory dreams, Lilie tried to get in touch with her through the dreams she was having.

But, for a twist of fate (I know you're all laughing right now) Lilie ended up mingling with Sakura's foretelling dreams. Yessir. When we saw MCF apparently "attacking" Sakura, or riding on top of Dragon-chan, she actually didn't have anything to do with it. She just ended up being mixed in the middle of all of that. Sakura sometimes dreamt about a "force" pulling her key away, and Lilie ended up in front of it, thus suggesting that MCF was the one trying to grab it. Turns out, it was Lilie probably trying to talk or communicate with Sakura in some way. But hold on, the revelations aren't over yet, oh no. Lilie explains how that mingling with Sakura's dreams went quite wrong.

Because yes, when one of her premonitory dreams was trying to warn her about Kaito taking the appearance of Syaoran during the play, with the Cat costume...well....Lilie ended up mixing in again, and that's how we got our MCF Syaoran. Hahahahaha! Are you baffled?? 😂Well I have to say I had so many theories as to why Sakura saw Syaoran under the cloak of MCF, some even concerning the psychological side...well, damn. Sakura simply never truly doubted her boyfriend and silly of me for thinking she could 😂 Also, we know now that we can rest assured Syaoran won't turn into an evil pawn or something...it was just a huge misunderstanding. Poor Lilie, I can't really hold it against her even though she ended up making a huge mess, because she really strived hard however she could, and...fate didn't work in her favor, apparently...until the right moment, that is (remember, hitsuzen always knows when it's the right time!) Moreover, Lilie tells Sakura that she already dreamed of this very same meeting they're having now, and guess when that was? Yes, at the end of chapter 6, precisely in the scene I mentioned in my post for chapter 71!!

After the shocking revelation (that made me yell at CLAMP once again for how astutely they FOOLED all of us for 7 years - I'm pretty sure no one thought about this possibility), I started to realize something. Sakura, in her premonitory dreams, pretty much dreamt about things mainly connected to Kaito. The "You won't be able to come back anymore" voice? It was the Association + Squids threatening Kaito with what would've happened if he dared touching the artifact inside Akiho. Dragon-chan? As its shape it's basically the same of the Seal of D that engulfed Kaito right before he disappeared into the artifact book, we can safely say it's strictly connected to him as well. MCF Syaoran? He was actually Kaito himself, disguised as the Syaoran-Cat of the play. I have to admit it, I had started getting signs that one of the MCFs Sakura was talking to during her dreams might have been Kaito, at some point. I knew the height worked against my theory, but when Sakura said "You look....so lonely" in chapter 48, right when Akiho had supposedly the same dream and confessed her love to Kaito through "the moon is beautiful" phrase right after that, I knew the "lonely" one could be none other than Kaito. Maybe Sakura was supposed to see Kaito in her dream, that one time, but Lilie mixed up again. Heh. 😅 And here we get our first serious translation mistake that can easily create confusion. Lilie goes on saying that the Cards Sakura had newly created (thus the Clear Cards) have now disappeared, and her magical powers diminished by an amount corresponding to the power of those Cards. Moreover, the Cards that once were separated from her (the Sakura Cards) are now back with her and their connection to her became stronger than before (well, we have seen it, Sakura now summons Mirror even without a particular reason, just to talk). Here, the ENG translation completely skipped the distinction between the two decks of Cards (in the JP version Lilie clearly talks about "the cards you had newly created" and "the cards that were once separated from you"), making Lilie sound as if she's still talking about the Clear Cards even in the second panel.......when we can clearly see the back of the Sakura Cards there. And right in the next panel, we have yet another translation mistake. They completely made up what the Book did here. ENG: What's more, the book's forbidden magic...can only turn back time so far. It has no power over times before the caster or the target were born. He's younger than me... JP: Moreover, the "forbidden magic" (that originated) after using the Book does not reach further than the (moment in) time when the person who activated it and the target of said magic were born. And "that boy" is younger than me.

Lilie never mentions anything about the Book "turning back time". The "forbidden magic"'s work is to rewrite the memories that were recorded in the Book, it does not turn back time. I wish they made that clearer, it's been messed with even in the previous chapters!

But it's not over, as even the next sentence suggests something that in my opinion is incorrect. Lilie goes on explaining that for this reason, she decided to visit Sakura "now" that she's the same age as hers (she literally says the word 今, which for her is her present), crossing time and dreams to reach her. However, the ENG translation here says "So I've come to you from the time when I was the same age as you", suggesting that adult Lilie went back in time to reach Sakura's age and then went to visit Sakura in a dream. There's nothing that suggests that, in the JP sentence. As she will say herself later, Lilie is capable of seeing the future so much ahead, so it seems convoluted that she'd wait to become an adult, just to go back in time to when she was almost 13 (supposedly Sakura's age) and then cross time again to go see Sakura in the future. It makes more sense for her to attempt this when she was *already* 13 years old. I checked the other translations, and the Portuguese and French seem to agree with me (they translate correctly that 今 with "now that we have the same age").

Anyway. For Lilie it was important to attempt this now, while the Book's power can't reach her and mess with her goal, and while Kaito and Akiho aren't born yet. And she adds "(I've come to see) You, the cute Alice (daughter) of the girl named after a flower who became my friend", and we see a nice flashback of a little Nadeshiko, at the same age when she met Lilie. Sakura in this way understands that Lilie knows her mother. Sakura asks if Lilie came from the past and whether she came to tell her something. Lilie confirms she wants to talk about something that for her will happen in the future, but for Sakura it has already happened. Sakura is unstoppable with her questions (good!) and asks Lilie if she can see the future, to which she replies that yes, she can see the future in her dreams exactly like Sakura. "I can see what will happen just moments from now...what will happen long in the future...and even...what will happen after I've passed on". And here came the other punch in the stomach for me. Because Lilie's expression here is really, really painful. I think I'll do a separate post with all my thoughts on Lilie triggered by this chapter, so maybe check it out later if you're curious.

That's who I am

Sakura asks "Isn't it painful to know plenty of the future ahead?" and Lilie's sorrowful smile is already enough of an answer. But she goes on,

"the things I can do...and even those I can't...make me the person that I am"

I found that extremely beautiful. It is painful, yes, but that's part of herself too. And Lilie seems to be very accepting of her nature and her "gift", as well as her limits. Maybe that's why she's able to remain so positive and strong even in a very difficult situation like hers.

The moment is solemn. Lilie says (lit., JP): "Kinomoto Sakura. Your memories and records have been rewritten". Here the ENG replaced "records" with "life", probably because it doesn't make much sense to include "records" just like that. The Spanish version translated it as something like "(your memories) and the records that keep track of them", and I think that works very well. Sakura is shocked upon hearing that. Lilie here talks in future tense because this is something that for her will happen in the future: "That boy...will lie and tell the guardian of the book, who will one day be named Momo, that his goal is to exchange you with the other Alice". And why will he do that? Apparently, because in this way he won't make Momo think or have any suspicion that he will be the actual target of the exchange magic for the artifact that was inside Akiho. (JP) "Because Momo knows painfully well what will happen if that boy becomes the target, in the state he'll be in at the moment of the exchange". I'm a bit butthurt they removed that "painfully" and went for "all too well", because in the original JP text Lilie uses 痛い程 and its literal translation is "to the point of hurting". And I think that's perfect to describe Momo's feelings. Momo cares about Kaito, a whole lot. And she would've never agreed to a goal like this, endangering his life in that way and ending up carelessly triggering the Seal of D. And this is precisely the reason why Kaito lied to her. Because he knows that. He knows she's a "kind and a bit stubborn" creature. And her kindness towards him would've lead her to stop him, something he couldn't really afford.

Lilie can't help but muttering "blockhead". Yeah, in Japanese it's the same わからずや "insult" that Momo used at the end of chapter 70, precisely as he was disappearing engulfed by the artifact book. (And the ENG should've kept the translation of that term consistent between the two chapters, which was "dolt" in chapter 70 and turned into "hardheaded" in chapter 72). This made me wonder whether Lilie was the first one using that term for him, and so Momo took it after her, or if she simply saw that moment in a dream of the future, and quoted Momo's words. One thing is for sure, the JP fandom used that terms quite a lot after reading chapter 70. 😂 Lilie continues saying (still in future tense) that Momo will want Sakura to stop the forbidden magic, so she will give her a hint, but that will end up being incorrect, precisely because Kaito will lie about his real plan. So, what does this translates to, for us readers? When we were thinking that Kaito wanted to exchange the girls, we weren't completely wrong. Or, rather, we weren't lead to that theory without good foundations. It's just that Kaito lied to Momo and made things seem that way on purpose, so his real goal would've come out only at the last moment, the moment of activation of the forbidden magic. When Momo couldn't do anything about it anymore. He really mislead all of us. Because he wanted things to go this way so badly. Because he wanted to be the one to take into himself the thing he inavertedly caused Akiho to be engraved with, and which was about to kill her soul. I sense a profound, desperate sense of guilt from this. It's no wonder Momo was so mad and ended up crying, at the end of Chapter 70. She did what she could to protect "her children", but she ended up losing one anyway. Because, just like in the most common relationship between a teenager and their parental figure, he deceived her and still had it his way, stubborn and oblivious to how much suffering he would've caused to the people who loved him the most. No wonder CLAMP called him more than once "immature" in their Twitter Spaces. This is the reason why I see Momo as a strong parental figure for both Akiho, but mainly for Kaito too.

What is happiness to you?

So Momo's hint ended up being incorrect (remember the "world where no one remembered Sakura"?). But Lilie says "But even so, it's still the same. What's happiness to you?" Because, as Lilie says, the answer is the same even for the other Alice by Sakura's side. And in this very important moment, there's another difference in translation.

ENG: "Even if it makes someone else happy...imagine living in a world where the people you held most dear are gone. Could you call that happiness?"

JP: "Even if someone told you that's happiness/even if someone told you they're happy like this, can you really call it happiness if they live in a world where they lost what they didn't want to lose?"

It's painfully clear what Lilie is meaning here. Even if Akiho looks (and maybe even affirms to be) happy and cherished in this new arranged world with her memories rewritten, can she really say to be happy if the ONE thing she didn't want to lose the most....is gone? Sakura thinks hard about that. Even if Lilie doesn't mention names specifically. And just as she's thinking hard about the answer, the dream starts to crack. Sakura is about to wake up and Lilie knows it. (JP) "I come from a time where the forbidden magic can't reach. But you're right within its range. Once you wake up from this dream, I guess you will forget about meeting me. But, you have the magic that you've been preparing yourself. You just need to realize about it. I believe...in the two Alice"

And just like that, Sakura wakes up in Syaoran's arms, on the floor of the school grounds. Syaoran is visibly stressed and nervous, so much that when Sakura wakes up with a "Oh..." he goes "Don't "oh" me! You suddenly fainted!!" 😂 although this is a tense moment, I laughed at this scene because the stressful moment made some of the old, "rude" Syaoran come back 😂yes, there isn't any translation mistake this time around. The nervousness made Syaoran a bit snappy with Sakura 😆 Sakura, still in his arms (kyaaa), says that she had a dream, and she had the impression Akiho appeared in it. Syaoran helps her standing up, trying to defuse the situation joking that "that's what they call a sister complex, Sakura", and that Tomoyo told him about this term 😂😂(I've already seen some of my Japanese mutuals on Twitter saying Tomoyo teaches Syaoran stuff she shouldn't teach him 😆) Sakura doesn't really answer the joke, as she's still quite dizzy and confused by the dream. Syaoran goes back to be serious, seeing her like that, and asks if she's ok. Sakura says she is, but she holds her head almost as if she had a headache, so Syaoran asks her if she had a premonitory dream. Sakura isn't sure, you can really see she's trying hard to remember the content of the dream, but she just can't. Although, there's one thing she remembers. That this was a dream telling her something very important, both for her, and for everyone else.

And this, dear readers, is where chapter 72 leaves us, ready to advance the plot once again in the next chapter. As I said in the beginning, this chapter was short but finally explained some important things that were torturing us ever since the beginning. But not only: the just released volume 14 featured a change of script in chapter 70, when Momo is talking to Kaito after the forbidden magic was activated. Instead of asking him "what about you?", she tells him "You even lied to me, the guardian of the book, about the subject of the rewriting" which is directly connected to what Lilie said in this chapter. It was a "last minute change" (that normally happens between the Nakayoshi version and the tankobon version) probably to justify better why we were lead to believe that Kaito wanted to exchange the two girls (and thus not giving the impression CLAMP were playing us for fools completely). Moreover, it sounded strange that Momo would've let Kaito go on with his plan if she knew he would've ended up triggering the Seal of D. It looked pretty OOC for her, so maybe Ohkawa wanted to fix that. I was a bit confused by this change in the beginning, but now I completely understand why she did it.

Furthermore, there's the mention of the "magic Sakura has been preparing" that really intrigued me. Is this about the usual "zettai daijoubu da yo", or is it something more complex? Could Sakura have been preparing a spell that would activate in a certain circumstance before the play happened, in case she needed it later? Of course her memories now have been rewritten, but Lilie's words suggest that she will soon remember about preparing this magic. And I'm super excited to find out what it is. It would give Sakura a really good development, and show she can be planning things too!

At the end of the chapter, Sakura forgets about meeting Lilie. And while that might seem as once again an unnecessary stepback, I don't really think it is. If this was played in this way to give Akiho the agency she needs later, then it makes a lot of sense. Especially when many of us are hoping to see her remembering about Kaito on her own. Because it would be particularly significant. If Sakura remembered this meeting, and the fact that their memories had been rewritten, and about "Momo" and "that boy" who lied about exchanging them, logically the first thing she would do is to inform Akiho about it. But is this how things are supposed to go? Is this how Akiho is supposed to find out a truth that concerns her very closely? If Akiho is meant to remember Kaito on her own, because the void he left in her life will soon feel larger and larger, suggesting her that she's not truly happy and that something/someone is missing, then it makes sense for the narrative to hold things back for a short while. Sakura can always remember about this meeting on her own later on, thanks to her magic. While Akiho will work hard to grasp the true happiness she wants, with the help of the people who care about her. And I suspect that might happen as soon as next chapter. And then it'll be time to understand what to do to bring Kaito back, or to reach him where he is.

While here we keep praying hard for a happy ending in the manga, in the meantime I bask in the happiness of the freshly announced sequel of the Clear Card anime!!

Next release dates for what concerns chapter 73:

April 30th, on CLAMP’s Youtube channel (digital, JP and other languages) May 2nd, on Nakayoshi (paper and digital, JP)

Kodansha announced for May 10th the launch of a new simulpub platform directly managed by them (K-Manga), where it's very likely it'll be possible to read Clear Card in English digitally and simultaneously with the Japanese release. Although, that service will work only in the US (for the moment).

Alright, see you at the end of this month!! 😉

#card captor sakura #cardcaptor sakura #ccsakura #ccs spoilers #clear card arc #kinomoto sakura #lilie (cardcaptor Sakura)#chapter 72 #translation differences

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While I'm here (Hesh hoe #2)

He would 110% propose to you with his mother's ring if you're into that sort of sentiment. With some line in the proposal about how this was one of the last things they have of her, and he trusts you with this in the same way he trusts you with his heart and soul. Because Hesh doesn't love (in an intimate sense easily -- but when he does he loves hard).

It's a fact that I will never let my mind be changed on.

(Hes so close with/protective over his dad and brother, I know he'd be the same way if not a bit more intense when it comes to his mom. Or nieces/nephews if he had any....he would be the cool uncle).

This is literally the cutest thing I've ever read and it's so true!!

So he would not only get his father's permission to give you the ring, he'd also check in and make sure it was okay with Logan.

If Elias remembered the specific place he proposed to his wife, Hesh would take you there to as well. It made Elias so proud and let that be the only time you ever see the commander cry.

I imagine the ring is something really simple but pretty. (I don't know anything about rings or rocks or whatever) but I can imagine a simple gold band with medium sized diamond. Sitting there like it would fall off if you washed your hands with it on.

Hesh would also get you one of those twisty, braided ones as the wedding band just because he thought it would look pretty on your hand.

He really enjoys when you talk about the ring. Just on the day to day, it delights him so much. If you took it off to clean the house and wanted to make sure it was in a safe place, if you keep the box he proposed with on your nightstand at all times, if you refuse to take it off or he catches you looking at it. He gets so so giddy and will likely give you a kiss to subdue the butterflies.

The two of you were planning a date night when he was home from deployment. You both enjoyed the opportunity to dress up and see each other so cleaned up and happy.

It had been about 5-10 minutes since you kicked Hesh out of the room to get ready. Admittedly, this was always his favourite part of the night aside returning home with you. He's already seen your hair and makeup done but the moment you step out in a dress that looks like the gods made it specifically for you, it winds him every time.

He sat on the couch in his suit, Riley by his side keeping him company. And he sat there. And he waited. And waited... Surely something had to be wrong, so he yelled through the door.

"Doll, is everything okay in there?" he was worried you all of a sudden weren't feeling well or received bad news and was breaking down. The boy was preparing for the worst.

"Uh... Sort of?" Now what was that supposed to mean? You didn't sound hurt or sad, in fact you sounded a little sheepish. He took a much need deep breath after jumping to the worst conclusions once again.

"I'm coming in." And the sight that greeted him was certainly not at all what he was expecting.

It was you, in your underwear, ring attached to a dress still on the hanger in the closet. You looked up at him, a frustrated, thin lipped smile on your face, eyes pleading for help.

"I was planning to wear this dress tonight... I think your mother said no."

That night after your date, he led you to the bedroom and started to take your dress off (his second favourite part of the night). Except this time he took only his mother's ring off you too and placed it in the box on your nightstand. When met with a confused look, his only explanation was "She doesn't need to see this." It was a playful night to say the least.

There's never an evening where he doesn't bring that story up and he wholeheartedly believes that his mother sends signs through the ring.

#luniinbox #call of duty ghosts #cod #call of duty #david hesh walker #hesh walker #hesh walker x you #hesh walker x reader

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livviem-009 · 10 months

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Rereading the ACD Canon and My Reactions: A Study in Scarlet Part 1 (Spoilers)

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Chapter 1

-I always keep forgetting that John was a soldier as well as an army doctor.

-I don't really remember if Stamford comes back in another story, but I hope so.

-Hints of Sherlock Holmes; also, I find it relatable because I literally can't convince my sister to help me buy a PS5.

-"I should prefer having a partner to being alone." *me being lonely sometimes* Okay, I see you as a friend now; please be real and be my friend.

-So basically, Sherlock is weird, has fixations, and is beating the subjects in the dissecting rooms with a stick. Guys, I think he has ADHD or neurodivergent disorder (source: I have ADHD).

-Okay, I know this guy is supposed to be a brilliant scientist, but when Stamford and John met Sherlock, he was screaming, "I’ve found it! I’ve found it!". I find that adorable and delightful; I don't know why.

-Sherlock is me when I meet people I like, handshakes and all.

-He also laughs in this; modern adaptations rarely make him laugh, so I was shocked (I read the Canon when I was younger).

-Sherlock is dragging John around to ramble about hyperfixation.

-He even claps when his experiment works.

-Just go along with it; I like pointing out details.

-John describes him as having sparkly eyes. Are you sure you just want a roommate?

-I swear, I find it adorable when Sherlock holds out his hand like a kid, saying he has a cool scar.

-Stamford is just third-wheeling.

-Sherlock just listed all his cons, and John is already down for him and just accepts his flaws, like a good "roommate/best friend".

-Stamford basically says, "Dude, you're his roommate; you figure him out."

Chapter 2

-Roommate montage!

-Sherlock is an early worm.

-Oh yeah, I forgot he does drugs like cocaine and uses it for stimulation (I use Ritalin for my ADHD).

-There is an entire paragraph of John describing Sherlock (I know he's the POV, but it seems romantic).

-John: Dude. The solar system!

-Sherlock: Is it useful for me? No!

-Oh no, Sherlock could be a flat-earther (joke). But honestly, I relate to not learning stuff because I don't find it interesting or useful.

-John judged him a lot on his list, lol.

-Then burn it down. I laughed at this part; don't judge me.

-Wow, John Watson, that was mean of you to call Lestrade like that.

-I wonder if Mrs. Hudson acts like a mom when people come over to the flat sometimes.

-John, that was rude. Be nice to your landlady.

-OMG, he said "Elementary."!

-In other words, he does freelance work.

-That makes sense.

-Edgar Allen Poe exists in this universe; did anyone make a crossover with that?

-Okay, he does have a pipe, so one of my memories has been validated.

-Imagine if Sherlock was in Twitter discussions; I would pay to see that.

-John believes in his ability now, and I also want to know how he found out about the Marine's thing.

Chapter 3

-Rude... Oh, he apologized.

-OG! Holmes is freaking likeable (and did I mention he's chill? I am jealous of John because I want a friend like him too!).

-From the previous chapter, I will thank him for his explanation.

-He just likes getting compliments, that's for sure.

-Mystery time (I actually forgot how this actually went out, but I'm just going to read on; I miss Liam).

-Gregson is always on the short end of the stick when it comes to adaptations.

-Think about Lestrade and Gregson in dresses fighting each other; it's funny.

-I'm going to solve a case; I got John Watson as my partner." GOD, MY BBC PHASE!

-Opposite of BBC Sherlock, hmm...

-I got reminded of Light Yagami for the second time there.

-Hi Gregson, great to see you!

-I know about the cab thing (I said I don't 'exactly' remember).

-Oh yeah, he was not framed here (William James Moriarty, I still miss you).

-Yeah, that makes sense. Second individual because of poison.

-Wait, did they check for struggles?

-*flashbacks to a Study in Pink* Oh god, is it the ring thing where it was thought that the victim got around?

-How did I remember that? Also, scarlet reminds me of Liam.

-For some reason, I imagined this scene to be funny in my head.

-EGAD! RACHE!

-I remember that the killer did it because of the size of the finger and the font thing.

-Rache means revenge; then it was a man because of the dust and the footprints. Yay, I remembered poison as the cause of death.

-Boom, mic drop!

Chapter 4

-He wrote a book about cigarette ashes too.

-Haha, there goes John again, winning his roommate's heart.

-Is it wrong that I have a mental image of Sherlock running outside excitedly so he can see a case whenever they go out?

-Sherlock Holmes, please stop giving the man heart attacks.

-Horseman. The whip for a cabby!

-Oh yeah, the red string of faith that's it's called 'A Study in Scarlet'.

-Sherliam has killed my brain cells.

Chapter 5

-Yeah, you do, Watson. I hope the victim dies in Hell, though.

-Was he joking about the astronomy thing?

-*flashbacks to Moriarty the Patriot* I miss Fred.

-Chase scene!!!

-Fred Porlock, is that you?

Chapter 6

-Baker Street Irregulars!

-Yeah, I want to know how they met.

-Seriously, I want to see Gregson in more adaptations.

-I also kept this part short because I was too busy reading everything to think.

-Also interesting.

Chapter 7

-It was ironic that Karma from the MTP soundtrack played when I read about the body.

-Did I ever mention that I love Holmes' enthusiasm?

-I got another flashback at Yuumori when red string was mentioned again.

-Poor doggo!

-I realized something, J. H. stands for Jefferson Hope.

-Yeah, I knew it!

-So, there is no epic fight at the church where Hope reveals his benefactor?

-I miss Liam again.

#acd canon #rereading acd canon #thoughts #mentions of yuumori #sherlock holmes #john watson #a study in scarlet #moriarty the patriot #bbc sherlock #mentions

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killerandhealerqueen · 5 months

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Sass's 2023 Drama Awards

Following in Jina's (@tytangfei) footstep, I too have a 2023 drama award! (I started doing the drama awards after seeing hers, so it's only fair that I give credit where credit is due)

Anyways, without further ado...here are my drama awards! Explanations of each category/drama under the cut!

Best Overall

Best Overall CDrama: My Journey to You

I'm honestly surprised I loved this drama as much as I did. I loved everything about it, from the characters to the plot (we're ignoring the last five minutes), the costumes...just everything. Loved it, loved it, loved it

Best Overall JDrama: Bokura no Sokutaku

I loved the manga and I loved how they adapted this into a live action. I also loved the actors, especially Tane...felt exactly like how he thought he would and Minoru's dad...oh, loved him. Everyone was perfectly casted, the story was well done (with lovely additions that weren't in the original manga)...and the food looked absolutely delicious

Best Overall Kdrama: The Uncanny Counter 2

Gotta love my Uncanny Counter team. I actually really liked this season and the villains...overall, a very good drama. Love my little family

Most Delightful/Fun Drama

Most Delightful CDrama: Order of the Sommelier/A League of a Nobleman

The way I shrieked with laughter while watching Order of the Sommelier...and A League of a Nobleman...I love me some shenanigans and these idiots were full of them (fond)

Most Delightful JDrama: Bokura no Shokutaku

Tane was just absolutely delightful, as a child should be, and I really loved him. He brightened up the drama when it got too heavy/serious and it was a good balance

Most Delightful KDrama: The Uncanny Counter 2

Yeah, I laughed a lot with them. They're dorks and I love them

Most Impactful Drama

Most Impactful CDrama: My Journey to You/Stand by Me

Yeah, My Journey to You...it hit me in the feels. Had me crying at fucking 3 am and no drama has made me do that since Killer and Healer, so it goes here. Stand by Me also had me in my feels, just like Killer and Healer so it also goes here

Most Impactful JDrama: Bokura no Shokutaku

I definitely shed a tear or two with drama, especially during the scene where Minoru's dad and Yutaka talk about Minoru's mom and love as well as the scene where Yutaka talks to his older brother about how he made him feel unwelcome when he was younger and how he was hurt by that and what not. This drama had a lot of good, heartfelt and impactful scenes

Most Impactful KDrama: The Uncanny Counter 2/Evilive

The Uncanny Counter always has been an impactful drama and this season did not hold back on the angst. Evilive...jesus this drama was impactful from the first five fucking minutes. But it was a good drama

Most Unexpected Drama

Most Unexpected CDrama: Four way tie between My Journey to You/Pledge of Allegiance/Love is Written in the Stars/Desire Catcher

My Journey to You was unexpected because of all of the twists that you don't see coming...you think the story is going one way and then it turns around and shows you that you were completely wrong

Pledge of Allegiance was unexpected just because of the characters and their backstory and the overarching case (which I love. I love overarching cases)

Love is Written in the Stars was unexpected mainly because of the ending. I enjoyed the drama but the ending came out of fucking left field (but not in a Killer and Healer way)

Desire Catcher was unexpected because of the overarching case and how everything just tied together. It was unexpected in a good way. And I enjoyed it

Most Unexpected JDrama: Gifted

Gifted was unexpected in the way they solved the cases and the backstory of one of the main characters as well as his powers. I wasn't expecting it, but I enjoyed it

Most Unexpected KDrama: The Uncanny Counter 2/Evilive

The Uncanny Counter was unexpected this season because of the villains as well as the stakes...they were way fucking raised as well as how their powers worked this time...very unexpected and very stressful

Evilive was unexpected in how...fucking dark it got. And how tragic it was. My god, we knew the ending was gonna be tragic but holy shit

Best Soundtrack

Best Soundtrack CDrama: My Journey to You

This soundtrack fucking slaps and you cannot tell me otherwise

Best Soundtrack JDrama: Bokura no Shokutaku

Jdramas always have really good osts so I'm not surprised I enjoyed the soundtrack for this one

Best Soundtrack KDrama: The Uncanny Counter 2

Again, the Uncanny Counter always has good music

Best Costume Design

Best Costume CDrama: My Journey to You/Love is Written in the Stars

The costumes in these dramas were just so pretty, especially My Journey to You. I also loved Love is Written in the Stars because they made Patrick Quan look like a fucking fairy and they put Ian in the prettiest green robes I have ever seen, like he looks so god damn pretty

Best Costume JDrama: As Long As We Both Shall Live

Oh yeah, the costumes in this drama fucks hard. The kimonos and the yukatas and the police uniforms? Oh, they fuck severely

Best Costume KDrama: The Uncanny Counter 2

The outfits in this drama were amazing and I'm glad they got an upgrade from their red tracksuits. I much prefer the black tracksuit, honestly

Favorite Drama from Any Year

Favorite Drama from Any Year CDrama: Killer and Healer (2021)

The day this drama gets knocked out of this position is the day I fucking die, honestly. No drama can replace this drama

Favorite Drama from Any Year JDrama: Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna (2022)

I love this lesbian short drama and I'm so excited that they're making a season two, oh my god

Favorite Drama from Any Year KDrama: The Fiery Priest (2019)

I love this drama, it was my first introduction to dramas and it's just so god damn funny

So, what were y'alls top dramas this year? Let me know! I'd love to hear about them

#2023 drama awards #my favorite dramas of the year

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Traditions

hi :) would it be okay to request a fic where its eddie and readers first christmas together? and reader loves spending it with eddie and wayne because they have their own traditions and make the holidays special whereas readers family isnt big into the holidays and dont make it a big deal (you can make it angsty or not doesnt matter) love your eddies fics sm!

Request by anon.

Warnings? None

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 💞 I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

💞💞

Christmas was well on its way and she was spending Christmas with Eddie, their first Christmas together.

While she loved the holidays her family wasn't into it at all while Eddie and his uncle Wayne had their own special traditions that she thought was so lovely.

For the first time, they were letting someone else (her) into those traditions and she was so excited and very grateful to them.

Literally, the minute Eddie saw her sad face while she told him and Wayne her family didn't celebrate Christmas that much, they both looked stunned and immediately invited her to join them.

Truly she hadn't expected it and had already set about making sugar cookies, gingerbread men, and Christmas cupcakes which were met very enthusiastically by both the Munson men.

Now that it was Christmas eve night and Wayne had made her and Eddie the most delicious hot chocolate.

Whipped cream, cinnamon sugar, and marshmallows on top of the most decadent chocolate. She was even gifted her own mug a Garfield one to match Eddie's.

Stockings were hung, candles were lit and fairy lights twinkled all aglow. Everything was so perfect and to make it even better Miracle on 34th Street was on tv.

"Son, you wanna turn the tv off and join your uncle while you play something on your guitar, we do this every year honey, ever since Eddie could play"

Delighted she cuddles up on the couch and listens as Eddie begins to play rocking around the Christmas tree.

The sight of him in his element playing while his uncle brings out some more hot chocolate is wonderful, it fills her with such a warm feeling.

Eddie keeps catching her eye, his brown eyes fill with love as she listens to him enthralled.

When he's finished she gives him the biggest kiss and he pulls her onto his knee kissing her until they are both laughing with unbridled joy.

For supper, the treats she brought over are consumed along with the special mulled wine that Wayne explains Eddie helps him make and they have been doing it for the last few years.

Wayne regales her with tales from when Eddie was growing up.

"Eddie used to wait up every year on Christmas eve, thought it was darn cute of the boy that he was waiting to see Santa... Well that's what I thought" Wayne chuckles and she looks to Eddie for an explanation.

"I waited up for Krampus. The douchebag never showed up sweetheart" this makes her grin because of course Eddie would do that.

As night begins to fall flurries of snow outside distract Eddie who grows excited.

"Eddie we will have snow for Christmas day" she beams as they watch it fall and sip on the mulled wine.

Around eleven they head to bed and once they know Wayne is fast asleep Eddie kisses her and they begin to make love long into the night.

Before they go to sleep and as she curls up into Eddie, he turns to her and asks if she wants to make a tradition of their own.

She's so sleepy but nods eagerly.

"Like what?" he grins and begins to stroke her hair softly.

"How about I tell you a Christmas story sweetheart?" she peers up at him.

"D&D?" his gaze fills with nostalgia.

"You know my mom, what I can remember of her any way she told me stories all the time. Think that's where I get my love of storytelling from."

She kisses his cheek.

"You're the best storyteller I know Eddie" a proud grin caresses his features and he begins to weave a tale of magic, wonder, a noble knight, and a beautiful princess who come together to rescue Santa Claus from corrupt elves and trolls.

It's incredible and she listens as Eddie does all the voices perfectly and the tale is captivating.

Eventually, Eddie begins to tire and he finishes the story with a happy ending he pulls her into his arms and cuddles her close.

Little did they know that little tradition would be the first of many for them 💞

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things eddie munson

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Tickles at the Circus

Summary: You find a tickle daycare hidden in a tickle circus :)

(To give a bit of explanation, Miss Kesha is my OC and she is seperate from Momma clown ❤️ She built and runs the entire tickle circus :) I actually had the idea to create her and this scenario from a friend of mine here on Tumblr ❤️ Hope you guys enjoy! :))

Your mom was a tickle clown.

That statement took some getting used to. You had found out the information accidentally when you attended the nearby tickle circus. Your mom just didn't tickle you as much as you had gotten older and you missed it. So when you had found out about a tickle circus from a friend in the tickling community, you were over the moon! Lo and behold while exploring, you had found your mom headed to her next show.

It had taken you completely by surprise when you found her. However, that surprise had turned into joy when she lead you back to her tent for some one on one tickle time.

You were over the moon!

Your mom hadn't tickled you in so long because she thought you no longer liked it. You missed the way she would chase you around the house and give your tummy lots of ticklish attention. When she took you back to her tent, you two had had a heart to heart over tummy tickles. She had even invited you back today! Now you were back to do more exploring behind the scenes of a tickle circus while maintenance was going on.

Since you were attending a tickle circus, you had chosen a shirt a size or two too small to show off your belly . . . and maybe get a stray tickle or two.

Tucked into one corner of the circus, you found a tent off by itself. A large curvy sign with bright gold and blue letters advertised it as a 'Tickle Daycare.' Curiosity got the better of you and you peeked your head through the flap.

Your eyes widened in delight. Off to one side was a giant sandbox with shovels, pails, and little toy cars. On the other side was a big play area filled with stuffed animals, legos, and little figurines. Everything was in shade of blue or gold to fit the sign. And it was a child's play area haven!

However, you were a bit confused where the tickling came into play.

Maybe the workers do all of the tickling.

That wpuld fit with the other attractions you'd seen.

As you continued exploring, you felt a pair of eyes follow you around the tent. It wasn't an uncomfortable following, but a pure excitement feeling that made you excited. It was the same feeling you got when your mom pulled you aside for your tickling session.

You finally located the pair of eyes and the person they were attached to walking toward you. It was a tall, curvy lady wearing a pale blue suit jacket with a light purple shirt, dark purple pants, and high heels with a purple and blue flower print. She had a sweet smile as her eyes studied your tummy. "Hello Y/N."

You felt a little self conscious and hugged your arms around yourself. "H-hi."

"It's nice to meet you. My name is Miss Kesha."

"H-how do you k-know who I am?"

Miss Kesha looked up at your face to give you a sweet smile. "Your mom brags about you a lot."

A blush crept across your cheeks. "S-she does?"

Kesha nodded as she knelt in front of you. "She shows us all the pictures of you and your accomplishments. And she constantly talks about how adorable you are."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's like you're a little member of our circus already. "

You felt your face heat up even more. Mom constantly told you these things, but it didn't feel genuine until someone else said it.

"Can I be honest with?" Miss Kesha gave you a wink. "I think you're even more adorable in person."

Your blush grew even darker.

"Are you here to explore a little sugar?"

You nodded. "Y-yes."

"You're welcome to stay here at The Daycare for as long as you like, but I think the play equipment might be too big for someone so little."

"Hey!" You scowled. "I'm not little! I'm a big kid!"

"You? No. You're such an itty-bitty little canoli."

You whined and hid behind your hands. All the food analogies made you feel even more flustered.

"Hey, I can show you something even better for little ones like you." You felt Miss Kesha's eyes go back to your tummy. "But I need a trade."

You peeked out. "What kind o-of t-trade?"

"I'll show you the perfect little one thing, in exchange for tickle time with your tummy and tummy button."

Your eyes grew wide. "R-really?"

Miss Kesha nodded. "What do you say honey bun?"

The grin on your face grew even wider at the idea. After your mom's session, your tummy was begging for more tickles. "Deal!"

Miss Kesha stood with her own excited grin on her face. "Follow me pudding pop. The surprise is back here."

Something clicked in the back of your mind as you followed her. Your mom had mentioned a Miss Kesha when you blasted her with a million questions on your way back home yesterday. From what you remember, she had built and now managed the entire circus so children and child-like adults alike didn't have to worry about any NSFW stuff creeping in on their tickle fun. That was the Miss Kesha. And she wanted nothing else than to tickle you.

A giddy excitement bubbled out of you as both of you left the kid play area and stepped behind some partially opened curtians. It was almost like stepping into another area all together! Blue and gold curtains with curly q prints hung from the ceiling and draped outwards to form a mini tent inside a tent. The soft glow of fairy lights could be seen scattered across the room from the woven strands in the curtains. A soft squishy mat under your feet made it difficult to walk and almost made you want to crawl forward instead. Scattered across the floor were fluffy pillows and cozy blankets in the same blue and gold that was broken up by a rainbow of stuffed animal colors. In the corner of the far wall was two gold painted bunk bed cribs with blue sheets perfect for young children to nap in. As you scanned the rest of the room, you noted two other gold painted cribs where the curtains draped around the top and bottom to block out light. Both currently had small pillows and stuffed animals stacked in a corner. The final piece you noticed was a blue built in with a spot to hang bags and and gold cubbies for shoes.

Miss Kesha had you stop here so both of you could put your shoes in the cubbies before continuing to a far corner of the sleeping area.

Once there, Miss Kesha stopped and turned. She motioned to something just behind her with a, "Here it is."

You peeked and your eyebrows furrowed together. Another gold and blue crib however slightly bigger than the rest. "What is it?"

"Most of our cribs are for sleeping." The older lady lowered the bars on the crib. "But this one has something special."

Curiously, you crept forward. Near the top and bottom of the crib, you noted padded restraints similar to blood pressure cuffs attached to the bars. "What are those?"

"Those are special cuffs designed to help pin squirmy Lees like you who can't lay still."

A ball of excitement appeared in your tummy. "Oh?"

"They're designed similar to the blood pressure cuffs you see at the doctor's office." Kesha held up one of the cuffs. "Once strapped on, you inflate the cuff to the desired tightness your Lee needs. It fits better for big and small Lee's alike rather than those horrible padded straps you normally find."

You pointed to the multitude of scarves tied to the bars of the crib. "Then what are those for?"

"Some find the cuffs uncomfy on certain areas and prefer to use these scarves instead." The circus owner untied the scarf and held it out for you to see. "Also, some cheeky Lees like to have a cute little blindfold or hair tie when being tickled."

You ran your fingers over the silky material. "It's so soft."

"Isn't it." Miss Kesha stepped behind you. "Come here for a second."

You giggled as the circus owner tied the scarf around your head.

"Look how cute you are! You look like a little pirate."

"Arrr!" You brandished an imaginary sword in front of you.

"Oh no! Such an adorable little pirate in my circus!" Miss Kesha put her hands on her hips. "And they're not being tickled yet? That's such a crime!"

You blushed and tugged your too small shirt down from where it had ridden up. But then, a smirk came across your face as you rested your arms on the top of your head instead. "That's because Miss Kesha didn't propeherly catch mehe!"

The grin on the circus owner's face grew even bigger. "How silly of me Captain Cuteness! I must capture the pirate properly to tickle them!"

A squeal left your mouth when two hands came under your arms to lift you up in the air. "Miss Kehsaha ihis strong!"

"You underestimated me Captain!" Miss Kesha carefully dropped you onto the crib mattress. "Now you must decide! Scarves or cuffs?"

A part of you was interested to see how the cuffs worked, but you felt a little too uncomfortable trying them. "S-scarves?"

"Excellent choice Captain." Miss Kesha playfully smirked as she untied a few of the many, many scarves. Your wrists were tied together above your head before being attached to the bars and your ankles were given the same treatment. You weren't uncomfortably stretched, but you were stretched just enough that you couldn't quite pull your elbows down to cover your face and you couldn't quite pull your knees up far enough to protect your now exposed tummy.

As you giggled at the scenario, Miss Kesha stepped over to a blue chest you hadn't seen before. She opened the lid to reveal on almost overflowing amount of outfits. Liquid satin and soft cotton mixed with scratchy ruffles and delicate lace. The circus owner reached in amongst the mess before pulling something out. Before you could see what it was, Miss Kesha tucked it out of sight.

She walked back over to you before pulling back out two hats. "Surprise!"

On her own head she placed a true Captain's tricorn with feathers and gears woven across the middle band. Then onto your head she secures a small tricorn hat with a single feather and bits and pieces of lace and red ribbon.

Miss Kesha cooed as you giggled at her. "Now let me see what treasure I have captured today."

You watched as small smiley face pillows were grabbed and tucked under your back until you were at a slight arc then two squishy body pillows that went from your knees to your armpits were placed on either side of you.

Miss Kesha playfully smirked. "Why it's the ticklish tummy of Captain Cuteness."

You squirmed, however limited. "Arrr! You won't keep it for long Miss Kesha! I will find a way to escape!"

The circus owner cooed at your adorable effort. "While you figure that out, I'm going to explore the treasure I have found."

You giggled as a hand spidered across your side.

"Sweet cinnamon twist sides."

More giggles came forth as that same hand spidere across your tummy.

"Jelly tummies."

Then a genuine squeal left your mouth as a single finger wiggled into your belly button.

"Bagel bite buttons."

You thought she was done, but then you felt that same hand spider up until it scritched across your ribs.

"And some ripe apple ribbies. My this is a bounty indeed."

You were already a flustered, giggly mess from her descriptions and light tickles. "Sh-shush! I-Ihits nohot!"

"Now let's see, where to start enjoying this bounty."

Your nervous giggling picked up as you watched Miss Kesha study your tummy. Then your eyes widened as she slowly leaned toward it.

"I think I should start by adding a little of my own bounty to the mix."

"Eep." You turtled. "W-what are y-you gohoing t-to ahadd?"

"I'm going to add some big fat looong . . . raspberries."

By now, the circus owner was mere centimeters away from your exposed tummy. Her slow descent had made your squirming pick up and now your tummy kept bumping her nose, making you scoot as far as you could to the far side of your pillow throne.

"Look how bouncy your tummy is Captain Cuteness! It's like a little bouncy ball!"

"Hehehey!"

Miss Kesha gave your tummy a little squeeze. "There's just so much jelly tummy to enjoy."

Her playful squeeze made your tummy bounce against her nose even more.

"I think I'm going to add some raspberries riiiight here!" Miss Kesha gave the right side of your tummy a kiss.

You squeaked at the little pink kiss mark left behind.

"Lip prints marks the spot."

Then you squealed loudly as Miss Kesha blew a big raspberry on the lip print. "MISS KESHAHA!"

"Aww, Captain Cuteness has a ticklish tummy. How adorable!"

"Ihi'm nohot adohorablehel!"

"Yes you are! You, and your jelly tummy."

"Nooohoho," you whined.

Miss Kesha hovered over your tummy. "That was a big one, but this bounty needs an even bigger raspberry to hold."

The nervous giggles picked up again as Miss Kesha began to lower her head in an agonizingly slow descent.

"Hmm, now where to put the next raspberry." The circus owner tapped her chin. "There's so many good spots to choose."

"T-the bellybutton i-is always a-a good spohot," you muttered.

Miss Kesha started to move up your tummy. "But if the bagel bites are Captain Cuteness's favorite, shouldn't we save them for last?"

Your turtled. "Mahaybehe."

Once the word was out of your mouth, Miss Kesha started moving back over to your belly button. "But if we're ready for bagel bites now, shouldn't we have them now?"

Your eyes widened as she purposefully hovered mere inches over your belly button.

Then she began that agonizingly slow descent to your belly button.

The circus owner took in a deep breath that made you squeak. You eagerly waited the raspberry, but it never came.

Instead of blowing a raspberry, Miss Kesha blew a stream of air into your belly button and across your tummy. "Eeeeeee!"

"Look at your cute tummy bounce cupcake."

"D-does ihit mahake you want to---to tickle mehe even m-mohore?"

The circus owner beamed. "I already want to tickle you alllll day then tuck you in for a nap my little buttercream."

That statement made you grin like an idiot. "Okahay!"

Miss Kesha cooed at your reaction. "Then you better prepare Captain Cuteness! Captain Kesha is going to blow and blow and blow on your tummy until you pop with laughter."

You squeaked as she lowered her head to do just so, the wide goofy grin never leaving your face.

Miss Kesha began to blow raspberry after raspberry. Not only did she blow several long ones into your belly button, she also took the time to make sure every inch of your tummy had some smudge from her blue tinted lipstick. Her favorite thing she found was a certain angle on one of your sides that made a ticklish ripple across your tummy . . . And which earned you several jelly tummy teases.

By the time she was done, your tummy looked like a giant blueberry that tingled. You relaxed into a giggly puddle and caught your breath, the grin once again never wavering from your face.

As you relaxed, a hand tipped the tricorn to the side so it could stroke your hair. "How are you holding up my little chocolate chip?"

"Ihim dohoing greheat Mihiss Keshaha!"

The circus owner cooed. "You really are the best bounty Captain Cuteness."

Your eyes lit up at the compliment. "Are yohou reheady to enjohoy yohour bountyhy?"

Miss Kesha beamed. "It looks to perfect to pass up."

The ticklish tummy attention made you all giddy and happy. You weren't ready for it to end just yet so you poked your tummy out more. "Wehell, enjohoy your bohounty Captahain."

"You're too precious Captain Cuteness, I shall enjoy!"

Before you could fully get out a squeak, her face made contact with your tummy. Miss Kesha nuzzled across your tummy, mixing in playful growls and chewing noises. She even went back to the special spot to blow a few extra raspberries there and watch your belly ripple.

Each action received either a cackle or a loud squeal from you as you laid back and enjoyed the ticklish attention.

Once Miss Kesha had her fill, she ended her attack with a kiss to your temple. "Thank you for the great bounty my little angel cake."

You giggled in response.

"Aww, I think someone's all tickled out."

"No!"

The circus owner raised her eyebrows.

"W-wehell . . . Unlehess, yohou have t-toho wohork . . ."

"My paperwork can wait little dumpling." Miss Kesha lightly dragged a finger back and forth across your bellybutton. "You're more important anyway."

A warm feeling filled you from your head to to your toes. "Ihi cohould handle ahanotheher rohound."

"Really pumpkin cake?"

You nodded eagerly. "Yes plehease!"

"I will gladly tickle you until you pop my little sugar cube! Which one do you want?"

You immediately answered, "Raspberries!"

"Someone's tummy hasn't had their fill of berries yet? Well Captain Cuteness I---."

Miss Kesha's statement was interrupted by a phone notification. You watched her quickly read the message before she grinned and typed back a response. That grin made all the nerves from before flare prickle across your skin. Your session with Miss Kesha showed that that grin meant you were going to be tickled silly.

As soon as she was done, Miss Kesha turned back to you and her goosebump inducing grin grew even more. "Guess who that was honey pot."

"W-whoho?"

"Your momma. She wanted to know where you were cause she's ready to go."

Your mood immediately changed. "Oh."

"Aww, it's okay honey cake. You are always welcome to come visit the circus." Miss Kesha booped your nose. "But guess what I told Momma."

"Whahat?"

"That she had to follow the laughter."

Your eyes widened while the grin returned to your face.

Miss Kesha readjusted both your tricorn and hers. "So Captain Cuteness, if you want Momma to save you, you have to be as loud as you can."

You puffed up your chest and belly. "I'm ready!"

Miss Kesha cooed. "Then laugh loudly for Momma."

A moment later, Miss Kesha's raspberries zinged across your tummy. With each raspberry, you laughed your little heart out in the hopes that your mom would come quick, but not super quickly.

You wanted the session to last atleast a few moments longer.

#lee reader #ler oc #sfw tickling community #tickle fic

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