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claire-elvisgirl · 11 months ago

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LITTLE SISTER

Summary: You and your big sister Emily have become Elvis’ friends and now you’re on tour with him and the guys. But suddenly he realizes he sees you as something more than just a friend.

Warnings: 18+, smut, Age gap (f 18/m 35), flirting, Elvis is facing an ending marriage (not Priscilla), cheating, sex

Word cunt: 4451

Las Vegas, Elvis’ dressing room

“What do ya think y/n?” he asked looking at himself in the mirror. You went close to him and stared from his hair to his feet. He wore a two-pieces suit, black pants and a gold jacket with black boots, his hair perfectly combed. Sometimes you forgot how perfect he was. “I think you look wonderful!” you answered gently.

He smiled and pinched your cheek: “Thanks y/n. This suit is really great, but…don’t ya think the jacket it’s too flashy?”

You made him turn around for you and you waltzed around him like a vulture on a prey: “Well, the stage is dark, you need something to enhance your figure!”

“That’s a very good point baby, I knew I didn’t waste my time keepin’ ya around…ehehe!” he joked.

“Hey!” you slapped him on his shoulder “Don’t you dare, you know? You’d be lost without me!”

You two loved to play; you pranked each other and laughed together, even for the littlest thing. You shared thoughts, memories, bad and good moments and lately you got closer and closer to each other. You were attracted to him, but he was a married man and even if his marriage wasn’t going too well, you didn’t want to be pointed as the one who broke it definitely. You held your feelings in your heart, hoping that maybe someday, things would have changed. You were still drowning in your thoughts, when he took you back to earth.

“Maybe if it was of another colour…” he mumbled.

“I think you’re perfect! And besides, it’s not what you wear that makes the show, it’s your voice!” you reassured him patting his arm.

“Well thank ya y/n, you’re always so sweet…I’m very grateful that ya are close with my family. Aaand if it wasn’t for my wife, I swear I could have a lil’ crush on ya…” he laughed and slapped gently your butt, making you gasp.

“I…I think I better go now…” you blushed.

“Sure baby…I understand. Well, if ya ever wanna hang out, sometimes, just lemme know!” he smiled and winked, then he came close to you and kissed your cheek: “See ya around!”

You ran out of his dressing room and took a deep breath. His words took you by surprise. He put on his jacket and started to get ready for the show. He looked one last time at himself in the mirror and he mumbled: “I hope she ain’t taking it seriously…I mean, I said that I would have a crush on her if I wasn’t married, but…God, I was only kiddin’…” he laughed and practiced some karate moves, then he walked up to the stage.

You ran back to your sister Emily and you told her what happened with Elvis. She widened her eyes and couldn’t believe her ears: “Wow, it seems he has a crush on you, sis. I didn’t imagine Elvis liked you, now I’m getting’ a bit jealous! I might have to take him away from you!”

You both laughed together talking about him. You agree with Emily that he could be a little hard to handle sometimes, but he was also incredibly kind and a good friend.

“He sure is cute and I like him a lot, but you know he’s married!” you sighed.

“Yeah sis, it’s the only problem here, and it’s quite a big deal, but let me tell you something, he has a bit of a reputation with girls…if you know what I mean!”

“A good or a bad one?” you laughed; but at the same time Emily’s words made you think that he could make a move on you.

“Well, you know he’s very charismatic and handsome. Maybe he won’t do anything to embarrass you, but I would be cautious sis!”

He showed up, walking through the hallway.

“Shh, he’s coming…” she hushed you.

He came up behind you and Emily: “How’s my favourite lil’ girls? Why are y’all whisperin’?”

You smiled at him: “Oh nothing, we were just tattling about you!” you and Emily looked at each other and laugh. He looked at you both with a questioning look: “Oh really? What did ya find so funny? Tell me!” he asked squeezing your arms. He seemed interested in what you said and he laughed at himself a bit.

“Don’t worry, nothing serious…now go, or you’ll be late for your show!”

Alright, alright…” he gave you and Emily a quick kiss on the cheek for good luck “Love ya both!”

He smiled and walked away getting ready for the show.

“We’ll be in the first row!” you yelled. He laughed and after a while he was on stage, performing for his fans, doing what he loved the most. He made sure everything was set up, the band prepared and the audience was all sitting He went on stage and got an amazing response from the crowd. They cheered and screamed as he walked out. He gave them a quick wave before standing in front of the microphone. Your eyes didn’t lose him for a second while he was singing and you thought he was really handsome, more than you’ve ever noticed before. He sang his first song and he noticed you watching at him almost hypnotized. He smiled and winked at you. At the end of the show, he went back in his dressing room and you followed him. You knocked on his door: “Elvis!? It’s y/n!”

He opened the door and smiled: “Y/n, come in honey!” he let you in gladly surprised “Ya need something?”

“Well, I…just wanted to congratulate I guess…it’s been an amazing show and…” you stuttered.

“Aw thank ya honey, it means a lot that ya came back just for that!” he grabbed you and gave you a quick hug “But I hope ya didn’t come just to tell me this…” he lifted your face gently. He kept hugging you as you admired his handsome face so close to you: “I…no…me and Emily were leaving and…”

He stopped you: “You’re leavin’ already? I was hopin’ ya would stay and hang out with us, but…okay…I’ll see ya tomorrow!”

He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek as he ran his fingers through your hair. You felt his hand running down your back and down to your hips. You pulled back from him: “Well…thank you again…bye!”

As you left his dressing room you felt strange, he never made you feel that way. You found Emily and came back to your room with her. After an hour you were almost asleep and you felt someone knocking softly on your door. “What the…who could that…”

You got up from the bed and opened the door. Your jaw dropped on the floor and you covered yourself as you were wearing just a very small shirt and panties: “Elvis!? What are you doing here? Are you crazy?”

“Shh baby…I know it’s really late, but I just wanted to say goodnight and lettin’ ya know how much I appreciate our talk today. You’re really a wonderful girl…you’re really not a baby anymore…and…”

You stood there waiting for him to finish: “I…I wanted to know if ya wanted to…to hang out with me sometimes…I-I mean…just we two…without the guys…what do ya say?”

You were about to say no, without thinking too much, but his request left you speechless. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were very attracted to him, even if he was much older than you: “Look Elvis…I was going to sleep, can we…can we talk tomorrow?”

He seemed upset and disappointed: “Why tomorrow baby? Ya can’t talk right now? What the hell…sure I can wait tomorrow, sure I’m not that important, am I?! You don’t wanna go out with me, then why don’t ya just say it!?”

“Sshh…look I didn’t say no, it’s just…this is not the right moment, I don’t wanna wake Emily up…and I’m tired too…please…” you answered whispering.

“Oh yeah, right…sorry…forget about it. I mean, I have so many women to talk to…I thought we might have been a thing, but forget it, really…” he walked away pissed.

You ran after him: “No no no…wait…wait…”

He stopped and yelled: “What do ya mean ‘no wait’? Ya think I’m playin’ games? Ya know what…I ain’t got time to waste!”

He left you there in the hallway and walked away. You felt suddenly sad, as something broke inside you. Emily got up from her bed and came close to you: “Honey what’s going on? Why was he so upset?”

You got back in the room: “Forget it, you were right about him…he’s an asshole!”

You slammed the door behind you, you buried your face in your pillow and cried all your tears out.

Three days after…

You avoided him for the following three days and even when you met by chance, he ignored you completely. Then you decided to try to talk to him. You went to his room and you found him relaxing in his armchair. The sunlight was peeking through the window, kissing his hair, making him look incredibly beautiful; he looked like a god. You stood in front of him: “Hi…”

He didn’t even raise his eyes and you tried to talk to him again: “Please, say something…”

Silence again. A silence as heavy as a rock. You kneeled down, almost between his legs, trying to catch his eyes. You moved a hand on his knee, but you gasped as he grabbed and squeezed your wrist and looked at you with a cold stare: “You’re in a dangerous position baby!”

You jumped back scared, but he didn’t let you go: “What do ya want y/n?”

“Look…I’m sorry for how I treated you! I just wanted to say I’m sorry, I really am!”

You knew his pride would have never let him lose, not at first at least, but you had to try. He meant too much to you to lose his friendship. He didn’t say a thing, he kept looking at you with his deep blue eyes: “First ya treat me like a piece of trash and then ya came crawlin’ back?!”

“It’s not like that…I knew you were angry and I didn’t want to disturb you. You had concerts to do and you surely didn’t have time to spend with me…after all, you said so yourself, didn’t you?!”

He jumped from the chair and towered you: “Don’t ya dare to talk to me like that, girl!!!” he whispered in gritted teeth. You swallowed hard. You never saw him that angry.

“Look baby, I’m havin’ a lil’ trouble forgivin’ ya for what ya did last night, but…” his voice softened, he took you closer to him and hugged you tight: “…I’m glad ya came back!”

He held you for a very long time, as he was afraid of letting you go. You could feel the strength of his arms keeping you safe and you felt like nothing in the world could harm you. You lift your arms and hugged him back whispering: “I’m sorry…” while a tear fell from your eyes. Without breaking the hug, he caressed your hair gently and moved his lips on your neck: “It’s okay baby…the only thing that matters is that you’re here with me…I thought I’d lost ya!”

You heard him sighing deeply, almost like he was crying, but you didn’t have the courage to check if it was true. You just enjoyed the most wonderful hug of your life, while his lips explored your neck, leaving a trace of sweet little kisses all over. Then you whispered in his ear: “I’m here!”

The morning after, Emily got up before you and came to wake you up. You yawned and stretched in your bed and slowly you woke up, thinking again about that sweet moment with him just a day earlier. Emily shook you gently: “Rise and shine sis, I got something to show you!”

“Oh God Emily…what could be more important than breakfast now?” you answered tired.

“Check your phone princess!” she answered throwing it at you. You grabbed the phone and found a message from him. Emily smiled and teased you: “What you’re hiding? Why now he writes you in private?”

You looked at her, unsure to tell her or not what happened. But then you thought that she was your only sister and you shared everything with her, so, why not?

“Okay can you keep a secret?” you asked her “I saw him yesterday and…he’s gonna take me out…tonight!”

Emily widened her eyes: “What???”

You shut her mouth: “Sshh…I told you…it’s a secret. Please, don’t ruin everything!”

Emily stood there in disbelief: “Are you gonna go? You never know what might happen…I mean, we know him pretty well, I’m just prayin’ he doesn’t want to take advantage of you…”

You sat on the bed: “Actually I was planning to go, but…I can’t help but think he’s married…I mean, if he’s ready to cheat on his wife with me, what could stop him to cheat on me with someone else?”

Emily listened very carefully, then she headed for the door: “You only live once, sis! You would be crazy to turn him down, besides you think all these men are all that loyal? So just put on your sexy dress and heels and go make me proud! Just be careful!”

You jumped out of bed and hugged her: “Thank you! I’ll tell you all about that tomorrow. And remember, don’t let anything out of your tongue!”

“I got your back, cross my heart!” she laughed as she left the room.

You went to fix your hair and you picked up your favourite dress, the one he loved so much. You still couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

When you met him that night, he smiled. “I couldn’t wait to see ya baby, ya look so beautiful tonight!” and he kissed you, with a gentle touch. You were very excited, but still you wondered if you were doing the right things.

“Thank you, Elvis…you look great too!” you answered blushing. You were excited and nervous at the same time and you didn’t know how to handle all these new feelings. “You did ask me out so gently and I treated you really bad, but now I’m happy we settled everything!”

You got in his car and as he drove away, you looked at him; he was really beautiful. You felt your heart beating faster than ever and you realized that, maybe, what you felt wasn’t just a simple friendship, but you couldn’t let yourself go with him: “Look I wanna make one thing clear…before we go any further…I hope you don’t think this is a romantic date…I mean…we’re…friends, right?!”

He smiled mischievously staring at the road ahead: “Sure…friends…”

His answer left you speechless and you kept talking: “I mean, I’m not ready for a relationship and I think I’m way too young for you!”

“Well, you’re young, but you’re not a child…and ya make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I just can’t explain it…” he smiled with passion.

“Oh please…you’re married!”

He frowns: “Oh baby…I think it’s time I tell ya something…my marriage isn’t the same anymore…and I think we both know what is happening! Please, give me a chance!”

“Oh God, this is so weird…”

You looked out of the window and your mind raced away in a thousand thoughts. You never imagined he was going through such a pain. He never showed his feelings to anybody, but in that moment, he was opening his heart to you and you saw him extremely human and vulnerable.

He spoke again: “Please…give me a chance…ya don’t have to answer now, but I want ya to know it. This isn’t a normal date, let me show ya the way I feel and then ya decide what to do!”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Baby I know you’re confused, I know it’s a lot to handle, but I promise ya won’t regret it!” he caressed your hand. The last thing you wanted was to ruin him and his career, but he was pressing on you so much and deep inside your heart you knew you loved him: “I don’t know…what if someone finds out?” you asked.

“Look, gimme one night…just one night and then ya can decide if ya want me or not. I promise ya won’t regret a thing, please!? Will ya do this f’me?” he asked sadly.

“Just one night?” you asked.

“Yeah y/n, just one night…and if ya should find out ya don’t love me…I’ll understand, or at least I’ll try to!”

You looked away from him. His eyes were pleading you, and you wanted to resist, but you couldn’t. If something would have gone wrong, it would have been very hard not to see each other again, as you were practically always together. After a while, you both realized ya didn’t have a choice, because the feelings that bonded you was too strong and you accepted his offer. One night. Just one night with him to really understand your feelings. You grabbed your phone and you texted Emily:

“I’m officially in trouble! He wants to spend the night together…I couldn’t say no!”

She took her phone and as she read your message, she widened her eyes. She texted back:

“What’s going through your mind? It was supposed to be just a dinner, why did you say yes?”

“I don’t know…I’ll go and then I’ll see what happens…I’ll text you later. Love u!”

Emily was worried about you. Things were starting to slip out of hand and she didn’t want you to get hurt or heartbroken. She tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. She couldn’t help but think that he was twice your age and she was scared to see you suffer. But you were so excited about what was happening, that she decided to give him a chance with you. She texted again:

“Okay, enjoy your night, but if he breaks your heart or if he tries something wrong, I swear I’m gonna kick his ass!”

After dinner, you drove back to the hotel and he walked you to his suite. He looked around to check no one was watching and then he locked the door. He got close to you and he hugged you: “Don’t be scared baby…I’m not gonna hurt ya! Now that you’re here I’m never lettin’ ya go, but first I wanna show ya a good time. I wanna make ya feel good. Can I have a kiss for a start? Pretty please?!” he asked you with puppy eyes.

You were scared to death, but your lips met after a while and the kiss became longer and deeper. You seemed to melt as he pulled you closer to him and you kept kissing until you fell on the bed. You kissed him passionately and you took it slow at first, but then you became more eager and he returned your kiss with passion. He pulled you on top of him and you moaned a little. You seemed to be losing yourselves into each other and your lips were moving faster.

“That’s it baby…let it go!” he whispered. He moaned and breathed heavily. He pulled you even closer and you felt your heart pounding like a drum. You became more intimate as he started to making you experience what real love really was. You kept kissing him on his neck making him moan louder. In that moment you felt the urge to touch him and you moved your hand underneath his shirt, caressing his chest. He was turned on and he enjoyed every second and every little touch you gave him. He wanted more, he wanted to take it further. While he breathed heavily, he touched your body too, feeling your waist, your thighs and your chest as he moved his hands all over you.

“Baby, I’m goin’ crazy…come a lil’ closer, move your hand down baby, make me feel like a real man, show me what ya can do!”

You obeyed and you moved your hand down, caressing him in his most intimate parts. You were nervous and you started very soft, but after a while, the sensation of feeling his member pulsing for you, gave you courage and you slid a hand in his pants, touching it, feeling it, hard as rock under your touch.

“Oh baby...ya can do anything ya want with me, I’m all yours…touch him, play with him…yeah…that’s it…”

After a while he grabbed your hand and removed it from his pants. He took you and he rolled you over, pinning you down on the bed: “Baby I can’t wait anymore, I love ya so much…” he whispered as he caressed your hair. He kissed you desperately on your neck and as you felt his body on you, you moaned more and more. You were enjoying his body and suddenly you felt him fully on you. You hugged him, pulling you closer to you and you whispered in his ear: “Elvis…I…I never thought I would feel this way, but…I love you…that’s what I need…that’s what I want…I need this, right now…”

He breathed loudly and groaned: “Yeah baby, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back…I wanna feel ya, kiss ya…I…I wanna take ya…now!”

He looked at you deeply and passionately with love and desire in his eyes. You looked back at him and you both knew what you want from each other now. The fire inside of you both was burning strongly and you didn’t want to control it anymore. He lifted up your shirt and you felt his hand on your skin, but it only turned you on more than ever. Then he started to kiss your chest making you gasp: “D’ya like that darlin’? Does that feel nice?”

You gulped, trying to think, but your mind was blown away. He got back to your lips and as he kissed you, his tongue slipped in your mouth. You let your hand moving over his body as you kissed him, your body pressing up against his. He pulled away for a moment and whispered: “Keep it up baby, that’s what I was talkin’ about…” he nodded in pleasure as you moaned and kissed him more passionately.

“So damn sweet…so good…keep goin’ baby…that’s it…God, you’re getting’ me so hot…” he was turned on as never before and with every second passing, he wanted you more and more. Suddenly he moved his hand down and touched you right between your legs, without taking off your clothes.

“Oh God…” you felt his hand caressing you, gently, sending shivers down your spine. It was just a matter of seconds and you were slowly undressing each other, enjoying the touch of your bodies one against the other.

He looked at you with love: “Oh God, just look at ya, you’re so perfect…” he sighed and put his hand back into your hair, looking down at you. He smiled at you and his hands moved down to play with the fabric of your panties. He moved them aside and his hands reached your core, but this time he was touching it directly, his fingers playing gently with your sensitive flesh. You moaned louder as he kept caressing you. He was gentle and delicate and you enjoyed every second of it, but suddenly he paced up and you felt two fingers sliding inside of you. His thumb started to play on your clit, gently pressing on it in circular motion. You were over the moon. You didn’t think you could ever experience such a pleasure.

“Elvis...please…don’t stop!” you begged him arching your back and moaning. He kept moving, but after a while he stopped and looked at you. He didn’t say a thing, but you knew what he wanted. Without answering, you nodded, giving him your consent to reach the next step. He took off your pants slowly and stood there for a while, staring at your white panties. You felt you heart beating faster and faster, but you were not afraid. It was excitement, pure love for him. He looked at you, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you, but when he saw your total surrender to him, his hands grabbed your panties and took them off. He took off his clothes too and he spread your legs apart. The sight of your trembling pussy, made him turned on even more and he leaned down, kissing your clit with passion and as he breathed and moaned on you, your excitement grew stronger. He climbed on top of you and as he did, you felt the tip of his hard cock pressing gently at your entrance. He stood there for a while, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“Baby, are ya…”

You hushed him with your finger on his lips. He perfectly knew it was the first time for you, but he knew you wanted it and so he did. He moved slowly, pushing himself inside of you, making you gasp as you felt his member stretching you.

“Oh God…”

“Sshh baby…I won’t hurt ya…don’t worry…”

He pulled back a bit, before shoving it in a second time. As he kept moving in and out, his pace increased, making you almost cry. You grabbed his shoulders, piercing his skin with your nails. The pain soon turned into pleasure and as he caressed your hair he whispered sweetly: “My lil’ baby…all mine…”

His words made you trembling. Just the thought of being completely his, sent you right on your edge. He thrusted again inside of you and every time he reached your g-spot, you let out a loud moan.

“I wanna make ya mine baby…mine forever…can I…?” he didn’t finish his phrase, as he felt a long wave of pleasure hurting him and before he could say something he came hard into you, filling you up. Feeling his cock releasing inside your body was the highest pleasure you ever felt in your life and after a while, the same wave hit you too, making your walls clenching around him. He enjoyed your orgasm groaning and then he fell on you exhausted, with his head resting on your chest. The room was suddenly silent. Your bodies were still wrapped around each other and the only sound that echoed around was your breaths slowing down. He kissed you with passion as he tried to catch his breath and then he held you tight.

“Well, I used to pull your pigtails

and pinch your turned-up nose,

but you’ve been a-growin’

and baby it’s been showin’

from your head down to your toes”

#elvis presley #elvis the king #70s elvis #this man will be the death of me #elvis smut #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #smutty fanfiction #obsessed with elvis #fanfiction

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burninlovebutler · 2 years ago

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GAH i didn't wanna do this bc im a gemini & i talk a lot if im unsupervised lol BUT YALL WERE POSTIN SOME SAPPY SHIT SO I WANTED TO JOIN (so sorry this is gonna be so long i apologize in advance)

this wasn't initially the road i was gonna take while talking about this but ofc if u read any of my writing or know me in any capacity, it shouldn't surprise you that we're getting sad lol

as i stood next to my partner watching the midnight fireworks last night, i had a fleeting thought -

16 year old me didn't think i'd still be here at 26 -

i didn't expect to still be on this earth in 2023

when i was around that age my home life was really shitty and abusive and lonely and my only saving grace at the time was the family i found within the one direction/5sos fandom. there were so many times then that my fandom friends saved me, literally.

i wouldn't be here today without them.

i stopped being in fandoms around 2016 and while i still have MANY long term close friends from that time, we all have gone our separate ways interest wise.

I didn't realize just how much i missed being a part of a community until i joined tumblr again. the austin/elvis fandom welcomed me with open arms & filled me with that same youthful joy and connection as i had when i was 16. and even BETTER bc this fandom has blown me away with how kind and gentle and loving it is

point is - i’m grateful that i AM still here, that i’ve been here long enough to meet you and experience this amazing fandom.

it's insane to me to think i would've never met some of the brightest stars of my days without walking into that theater that day. my year would've been so empty, lonely and sad without you all, so thank you all from the bottom of my cold lil heart - you all showed up in my life when i needed u the most

(something weird about this 1D -> Elvis/Aus pipeline is that when i went back to see the day i saw the movie the first time it was on July 23, aka the 1D anniversary 👀 lil weird)

i initially made this blog solely for my fanfic but i'm glad i branched out - though i still wanted to take the time to anyone who's interacted w my writings, even if it was just help with plot or moodboards. my heart skips a beat when my writing is a point of conversation.

thank you to the beauties who grace my dash everyday, even if we don't talk often 💖

@feverkitten @p-oolshark @pearlparty @avengen @presleys @mrsniallhoran505 @missmaywemeetagain @marooosa @eliseinmemphis @elvisabutler @lovininapinkcadillac @aconflagrationofmyown @austinsmutler @heartbrake-hotel @dre6ming @flwrs4aust @rosaminny @presleysdarling @woundmetender @rainydayz101 @ggwritesstuff @golden-kiwis @lattedreamer @weak-aesthetic @bcofl0ve

and of course to my almost daily babes, my days would be so empty without you all and my heart would be so deflated - i never thought i'd end up with a group like this

@succsessions @lllsaslll @cryingabtab @elvisfatass @loving-elvis @nora-nexus-34 @lavenderelvis @luluthesandgoose @powerofelvis @bisexualwvtson @samfangirls @lindszeppelin @infatuatedharleys @ab4eva @sagesolsticewrites @slowsweetlove @areacodefan @jelliedonut @steph-speaks @star-shard @foreverdolly @purejasmine @oh-my-front-door

and how could i ever forget the two that really roped me in @karamelcoveredolicity @troubleinapinksuit - even though it was through war, violence & lawsuits (lol) that our love was carved from, it is the most magical. i am so honored and so grateful to call you friends

one of my biggest goals for 2022 was to make new friends - ones who are reliable, kind, like-minded, supportive, generous, loving - because i was feeling so lonely & unloved, and to my surprise this goal was met ABUNDANTLY by you all, i really can not stress how much you all mean to me

extra special shout out to @bisexualwvtson for setting up the christmas card exchange, it was probably my favorite part of this holiday season - those cards made my whole christmas and i will cherish them forever

i love you all so much its DISGUSTING how much i love you - i don’t know how i would’ve made it through this year without you all - and it makes me so fucking sad when i think about all the memories that wouldn’t have happened without austin/elvis/you guys - it is because of you all that i have some of the best and happiest memories of this year, thank you ❤️

i hope that we are together for a long long time - i know that i am, i’m here for the long haul 💗 pls be in the nursing home with me breaking hips to Elvis songs

love, mel xx

(I APOLOGIZE IF IVE MISSED ANYONE I TRIED MY BEST TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING MY BRAIN IS TRASH SO IM SO SORRY PLS DONT BE OFFENDED IF I MISSED U I LOVE U)

#i love this fandom #i told y’all it was gonna be novel #IM A GEMINI WHAT DO U WANT FROM ME #happy new year #mushy mel #also so fucking sorry this is so late lol #pls this is just my brand #sorry this is so long lol #this is all over the place jesus #i’m so sorry y’all lol

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earthbaby-angelboy · 11 months ago

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elie,

there are so many things i’d like to say, and so few words to explain.

this is going to be my first year celebrating your birthday, and i hope there will be many more.

i didn’t have the fortune of being around in your lifetime, but i am so grateful that i am able to exist in a time where your music and movies are so readily available. i am also grateful to exist in a time where methods of spiritual communication are not shunned, or considered taboo.

i have lost many people in my life, and interacted with many spirits. but i have never come across a spirit as strong and potent as yours.

i want to thank you for everything you’ve done. not just for me and my personal life, but for all the people who have ever loved you. and even for those that didn’t love you, you remained kind (or at the least, respectful.)

i think it’s absolutely amazing that every person i talk to about you has a story about how brilliant you were. they always speak of your kindness, your generosity, and your beauty, both inside and out.

you have given me a community where i belong, a fashion style that makes me feel more comfortable in myself (rather than less), music that swings me when i dance and holds me when i cry, and a new meaning to everything i see.

everywhere i look, you’re there. the way the sun reflects off the snow, the rainbow rings around the moon on a clear night, an angel number popping up at jus the right time, finding a rarity while vintage shopping, and seeing the exceeding kindness and beauty in other people as i do in you.

i have managed to create a life for myself in your name. and you aren’t god; i know that. but i do believe you are the closest thing humans have ever come to see as an angel walking the earth. you weren’t perfect, but i feel that’s a sobering reminder that none of us are.

you have made me a better person in every aspect. you’ve taught me that it is sometimes better to be silent when others are screaming, and just pray that god forgives their souls. you’ve shown me that i need to take care of my body from the inside out, and that experiences and memories are worth more than any material item.

in essence, you’ve become my satnin, my happiness.

i’ll leave you with this: i’ve come to realize that while it’s one thing to save someone’s life, it is another to give them life.

you have given me a life.

happy birthday, jesse garon and elvis aron. i love you both, and i thank you for everything.

-calla. xx @kiankiwi @arianatheangel-girl @mooodyblue @hooked-on-elvis and everyone else!

#january 8 1935 #elvis presley #jesse garon presley #happy heavenly birthday beautiful souls #i hope you’re both okay #tried matching my outfit to his #i absolutely love this dress :-)

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8iunie · 2 years ago

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maneskinofficial: “If I Can Dream” out on June 17th - from Elvis movie original motion picture soundtrack.

Feeling so grateful to have had the chance of covering the King for Baz Luhrmann’s upcoming movie. And especially to have spent one day recording in that moving, vibrant place that is Graceland, TN - home and sanctuary of the greatest artist to ever walk the Earth. We left our hearts in there and we can’t wait to share all of these emotions with you ♥️ - 15.06.2022

#måneskin #maneskin #ethan torchio #damiano david #thomas raggi #victoria de angelis #elvis movie #instagram #video #my posts 💫#må smiling 😁#if i can dream

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definitelynotdamiano · 2 years ago

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“If I Can Dream” out on June 17th - from Elvis Movie original motion picture soundtrack. Feeling so grateful to have had the chance of covering the King for Baz Luhrmann's upcoming movie. And especially to have spent one day recording in that moving, vibrant place that is Graceland, TN - home and sanctuary of the greatest artist to ever walk the Earth. We left our hearts in there and we can’t wait to share all of these emotions with you ♥️ - Måneskin on facebook, 15.06.2022

#maneskin #måneskin #thomas raggi #ethan torchio #victoria de angelis #damiano david

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the-witty-pen-name · 4 years ago

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Can’t Help Falling in Love

Loki x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Summary: When Loki learns the traditions of Valentine’s Day, he asks you to be his Valentine- and reluctantly takes advice from Steve Rogers.

Warnings: none; just fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Thank you to @squadleaderchase for the suggestion! This was so fun to write!

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

I recommend listening to Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley towards the end of this imagine!

There is also a female reader version of this fic, available here!

“Can’t Midgardians have a holiday that doesn’t involve such a grotesque display of… red?” Loki asks walking into the living room of the Avengers compound. Loki arrived at the compound a few weeks before Christmas and so far, he’s experienced two Earth holidays: Christmas and New Year’s. Of course, Tony had picked the theme for both parties to be elaborately red and gold- he claimed the fact that it matched his suit was merely a coincidence.

“Just wait until next month,” you reply casually, your eyes not leaving the brief you were reading while you sat cozied up in one of the large armchairs. “I think you’ll like St. Patrick’s Day much more… color scheme wise at least.”

Loki looked up curiously at the hearts of all shades of red and pink Natasha had hung up to decorate the Avengers’ living quarters. She had gone to visit Clint’s family and his kids spent hours making Valentines and decorations out of construction paper and glitter. Loki looked almost puzzled at the lopsided hearts that hung from the ceiling on transparent line so they looked like they floated mid-air.

“Perhaps I might,” he mumbled to himself, the lovesick aura of his surroundings making him slightly disgusted. “Though I suppose I find your rituals as bizarre as you’d find on Asgard.”

“Mhmm,” you mumbled in response to his thinking out loud. It was rare that the compound would be this quiet. It was a Friday evening and in the middle of a team meeting earlier today, Tony declared exhaustedly that everyone needs to start the weekend early and dismissed everyone despite Steve’s protests. You weren’t sure where everyone else went and you didn’t particularly care- enjoying the rare peace and quiet.

You didn’t mind Loki’s company. He was a little aloof but overall, you found him more to be misunderstood than anything else. He wasn’t like Thor and sure, he had a very trouble ridden past to downplay it- but he’s confided in you all it wasn’t entirely his doing. Out of everyone living at the compound, he probably had grown the closest to you, or as close as Loki would allow himself to be to someone.

“What even is this holiday?” Loki asked, pulling his attention from the decorations to where you sat, binder in your lap. You looked up and closed the brief, tossing it onto the coffee table in front of where you sat.

“Sunday is Valentine’s Day,” you say looking back over to him, meeting his eyes. “I mean overtime the traditions and how we celebrate have changed but it’s originally the day meant to honor St. Valentine and commemorate his death. There’s a lot more to it than that and there’s all different of different origins, but now it’s more like a day where you celebrate love, because he was the patron Saint of Love.”

Loki nods, liking the idea of this holiday much more than New Years already. He didn’t mind Christmas, but the elaborate parties made everything not very appealing to him. You can’t blame the god for not having a good time at parties where every guest fears him or hates him. He walks over and takes a seat on the couch and crosses his legs. He was intrigued enough to continue the conversation and ask you more questions. “What are the traditions?” He asks curiously.

“Traditionally, you would ask someone to be your Valentine, and that’s the person you want to spend the day with,” you answer with a small shrug, trying to explain a holiday you’ve never had to explain before. “Some people have it easy and they ask their significant other, and if you don’t have one, you ask someone you’re romantically interested in to be your Valentine. Then you give each other gifts, like chocolates or flowers, anything really that’s romantic and you go out on a date, like a nice dinner but it doesn’t have to be. That’s the basic gist.”

“Thank you, (y/n),” Loki said, mulling over your explanation. “You’ve been helpful, as always. Tell me, who’s your Valentine?”

“I don’t have one,” you answered honestly. The only time you really celebrated was when you had been with someone. You’d never really participated otherwise. You planned to just spend the night alone or with Nat if she also didn’t have plans and probably watch a movie- most definitely Pride and Prejudice.

“Shame,” Loki said with a tsk. “Perhaps, if you would be interested, you could be my Valentine?”

“Really?” you ask, honestly surprised.

“I actually like the idea of the day,” Loki shrugged. “And I don’t know many people, people seem to hate me on this planet- no idea as to why. You’ve always been kind to me, and you are the most tolerable person I’ve encountered on this planet.”

“That’s oddly very kind of you,” you say with a chuckle. “I appreciate the sentiments. Um, yes. I’d be happy to be your Valentine.”

“Excellent,” he grinned. He clapped his hands together and stood up. “Splendid. I’ll ask Thor to help me plan something.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you smile, picking up your paperwork again as Loki heads off to find his brother.

***

“Brother,” Thor’s voice echoed in the training room. “Spar with me?”

“As much as I would love to,” Loki said sarcastically, “I need your help with something I need to plan.” Loki walked over to the side of the mat where Thor had been training with Captain Rogers.

“Plan what?” Captain Rogers asked curiously. It was an innocent enough question but Loki took it as Rogers insinuating his distrust in him. Of course, Loki can’t blame the man but it did rub him the wrong way.

“If you must know Captain Rogers, I’m making plans for this upcoming Valentine’s Day,” Loki said matter-of-factly. “I’m sure since you have quite the active love life recently, your words of wisdom are probably of infinite value.”

“You can learn a thing or two from me,” Steve retorted as he put the punching bag beck into place. “But I don’t like your attitude.”

“I don’t know how I’ll ever manage without you,” Loki scoffed. He turned his attention back to his brother. “I need help to determine where I should take (y/n) and what I should get for a present.”

“(y/n) agreed to this?” Thor asks, his eyebrows raised in confusion. Rogers kept his mouth shut, deciding to see where this conversation will go before

“Yes, brother. I asked (y/n) to be my Valentine as stated by tradition and they said yes.”

“Ah! Good for you, brother!” Thor exclaimed, happily. “I’m glad you’re immersing yourself in the Midgard culture.”

“Yes, yes,” Loki waved him off, “Now, please, tell me what I should do.”

“I’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day,” Thor says with a shrug and a sympathetic look. “I haven’t had much opportunity to explore the culture. Every time I’m on this planet I’m a little busy preventing its destruction. Perhaps Rogers can help you?”

Loki let out an exasperated sigh. He avoided Rogers as he knew the man had such a smug look on his face. Loki refused to give him the satisfaction. However, he realized that wouldn’t be fair to you. Rogers not only knew what to do, but he was also close friends with you. He quickly realized if he wanted to celebrate with you properly, he’d need to rely on the infamous super soldier.

“Captain Rogers,” Loki said with a charismatic smile, turning back to the man. “I wholeheartedly apologize for my lack of… social niceties. If you’d be willing to help me, to ensure your dear friend enjoys the holiday, I would be sincerely grateful.”

“Only because of (y/n),” Rogers says skeptically, waving a finger at Loki. “They deserve to enjoy their time and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let you screw up their evening.”

“What a loyal friend.”

Years later, the Avengers would still talk about the fact Loki cared about you so much, he sought out advice from Captain America and Thor. And as Captain America said, he helped Loki with every last detail and Steve never let Loki forget it.

***

Loki had told you that he’d come to your room to get you at 6 o’clock Sunday evening. He wore clothes he had picked out, black dress pants, a white button-down shirt and shiny, black dress shoes. He had kept the last button of the shirt unbuttoned and he had rolled the sleeves up, a styling tip he had gotten from Thor. He had his long hair gelled back and tamed, ignoring Captain Roger’s horrible suggestion for a haircut. He felt very weird not wearing any green, but he took the advice he was given on his ensemble.

You were just putting on your shoes when he knocked at your door Sunday promptly at 6pm. Of course, Loki would be very punctual. You gave yourself one more quick once more in the mirror in your room before heading to answer the door.

You kept your appearance simple, sticking to how you usually styled your hair. Not wanting to keep him waiting, you quickly opened the door, your jacket in hand.

“Wow,” you say with a grin, when you take in Loki’s appearance. “You look very nice.”

“You look stunning,” Loki said, his eyes widening, taking in your appearance. The compliment made you have butterflies.

“Thank you,” you said with false confidence. Underneath, you were a nervous wreck as you took the arm that he extended to you.

“So,” Loki began to walk down the hallway with you. “Apparently, this planet has something called reservations, and anyone who tries to get one a few days before Valentine’s Day is a “moron,” according to a very rude young man I had the pleasure of speaking with- the first time using a phone too on top of that. So, I hope you don’t mind if the evening is a little… makeshift.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” you reassure him. You feel him relax slightly. You found how hard he was trying so endearing.

Where else did he bring you but just down the hall to the living room. At night with the lights dimmed, combined with Natasha’s homemade decorations, it actually looked quite beautiful. He had decorated with an eclectic array of candles as well that covered most surfaces of the room. It also looked like he had swiped every throw pillow in the whole compound and had them arranged the coffee table in the center of the room.

“Did you do all of this?” You ask in awe.

“Yes,” he replied, just watching you. “Do you like it?”

“It’s perfect.”

“I had to make my own version of advice I received,” he disclosed to you. You sat opposite each other on either side of the coffee table, you kicked off your heels and he did the same with his shoes. “Captain Rogers said- and I’m trying my best to quote verbatim, ‘You need to show a special someone a good time if you care about ‘em . You gotta take ‘em to dinner and dancing.’” He even mimicked Steve’s voice perfectly. It made you laugh.

“I can’t believe you subjected yourself to Steve for me, I’m touched,” you smiled. “I mean I love Steve,” you continue, “But I can’t imagine you too being best friends anytime soon.”

“No, I suppose we probably won’t be,” Loki chuckles.

“I hate to point it out,” you continue, “but I think you missed both the dinner part and the dancing part of that plan.” Loki smirked and when you blinked, he transformed the whole room.

“Did I?” he asks, with an eyebrow raised. You gasp, looking around the room you were now in. You knew it was an illusion, but it felt very real. The atmosphere, the breeze coming in from the large bay windows that weren’t there before. The coffee table now a table now one of many dining tables in an incredibly high-end restaurant. The table had food, and a bottle of wine. You were stunned. There was a live band and other couples in other tables and out on the dancefloor.

“Loki?” You exclaimed, looking around at your new surroundings. It was amazing. You couldn’t believe the magic right before your eyes. Of course, you knew it was just one of his tricks, but it felt so incredibly real. You picked up your fork and took a bite of the food in front of you. It was incredible, you questioned if you were even eating.

“It’s real,” Loki said, like he could read your mind. Honestly, he had only just anticipated your next question. “I made it. Well, I made it with Friday’s supervision.”

“It’s fantastic! I can’t believe you went through all this trouble just for me.”

“Sweetheart, you are very much worth it- worth much more than this,” he responded casually, throwing in the term of endearment to see how you’d react. He caught the way it made you smile.

You continued to talk for a little while, and shared stories. You were worried that compared to his life on Asgard, he’d find your stories incredibly boring and mundane. It seemed to be the opposite. His attention was only on you and he held on to every word you said. He created this elaborate setting just to keep you the center of his attention.

“Should we dance?” He asks suddenly, a glimmer in his eye. You looked down apprehensively.

“I’m not really a dancer,” you tried to insist.

“Do you actually not want to dance, darling? Because if so, I will not bring it up again,” he says earnestly, “But, if you’re saying no because you’re afraid I’m going to judge you, I honestly can promise you I would never dream of doing so.”

You give it another moment to ponder over his words. You were taken aback at how well he seemed to know how you were thinking. You let out a sigh of defeat, and smile. “I’d love to,” you reply.

He stands up and offers you his hand. His smile is enough to make you weak at the knees. You take his hand and he leads you over to the dancefloor as the band starts playing its next song. “Does that singer sound like Elvis?” You ask, the small glitch in the illusion throwing you off for only a moment.

“I don’t know who that is,” Loki says with a laugh. He pulls you in close and rests one hand on the small of your back and the other grasps your hand close. You wrap your other arm around his shoulder. You are both pressed up incredibly close to one another. You rest your head on his chest comfortably, and you can’t see how much the action makes his whole face go red. Guiding your movements together, it mostly just swaying in place. The steps were small, and with the music playing for the two of you.

“This place is incredible,” you sigh happily looking up at him. “But I think I liked the first place a little better.”

He nodded in agreement and you got to watch a green hue encompass the walls of the restaurant as they almost melted away, and everything around the two of you just fade away. The sconces on the walls, revealed themselves to be the candles that cluttered the living room and the couples evaporated with the green mist. The table you had both sat at, turned back to the coffee table but the empty plates remained. The elaborate statues that surrounded the room turned into the furniture you knew well, and then the live band faded away to reveal Steve’s record player indeed playing a 45 of Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley.

When the room finished revealing its true appearance to you, you laid your head back on Loki’s chest and mumbled that now it was perfect. He smiled to himself, thinking about how without a doubt in his mind, Valentine’s Day is his absolute favorite holiday on Midgard. He now couldn’t believe this reality was real. If he wasn’t holding you, he’d pinch himself. You were here, with him, in his arms, dancing in the middle of the living room on this godforsaken planet.

“(y/n)?” he whispered softly as the song was coming to an end.

“Mhmm?” You responded, your eyes closed, really just basking in the feeling of being so close to him and the smell of his cologne.

“Will be mine?” He asks carefully, remembering the phrase from Captain Roger’s advice. That phrase apparently being very important if today went well and he wanted to ask you to “go steady.” You chuckled softly, hearing Steve’s influence in the phrase.

“I would love to,” you say with a shy smile looking back up to him. He beams, incredibly happy you said yes. Swept up in his emotions, he swiftly leans down and presses his lips to yours capturing them in a passionate first kiss.

“Oh gross!” You hear someone exclaim, making you both pull away. It’s Tony- who was currently holding his side in pain as Pepper elbowed him in the side.

“You really had to do that?” she chastised him, rolling her eyes and giving an apologetic look to you and Loki before pushing Tony down the hallway to give you both your moment back, as sullied as it had become thanks to Tony.

“I never gave Rock of Ages permission to be… lovey dovey in my building! (y/n) you can do so much better than that greaseball!”

“I’m so sorry,” she said embarrassed by his outburst, ushering him out as quickly as possible.

Loki turns his head back to you, immediately after they are out of view. “Where were we, darling?” He smirks, pulling you in for another kiss.

#loki x reader #loki x you #gender neutral imagine #loki laufeyson #loki x y/n #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #fluff imagine #marvel imagine #mcu imagine

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cardest · 4 years ago

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Tennessee playlist

I’m going to Memphis! This is the mighty Tennessee - Memphis & Nashville playlist. You can’t tell the story of rock n roll without mentioning Memphis. Mississippi and Nashville, such a great history of music in this region. Chuck D hits things off with the ultimate introduction. Hit play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_X9nesbW37-9FNLiJWOQ1f

This playlist has it all. Soul, blues and rock n roll. We take a journey back to the beginning of country as well, with Nashville and finish up at Dollywood. Hope you dig it.

Tennessee - Mississippi - Arkansas

001 Henry Rollins & Chuck D - Rise Above 002 Clutch - Devil & Me 003 Paul Simon - Graceland 004 Isaac Hayes - Memphis Trax 005 Scott Walker - Thats How I Got to Memphis 006 AC/DC - let there be rock 007 Johnny Cash - Country Boy 008 Chuck Berry - Back To Memphis 009 Jay Reatard - Gree, Money, Useless Children 010 Lukah - Black Dragon 011 King Curtis - Memphis Soul Stew 012 Rosetta Howard & the Harlem Hamfats - Delta Bound 013 Nots - In Glass 014 Pere Ubu - Memphis 015 Loretta Lynn - The Pill 016 Howlin Wolf - Smokestack Lightnin 017 Rory Gallagher - The Mississippi Sheiks 018 Crime and the City Solution - Streets Of West Memphis 019 River City Tanlines - Met You Before 020 Johnny Cash - Going To Memphis 021 Al Green - Get Back Baby 022 Kim Salmon & The Surrealists - The Zipper 023 Booker T & the MG - Melting Pot 024 Pussycat - Mississippi 025 Boswell Sisters - Roll On, Mississippi, Roll On 026 Aretha Franklin - Muddy Water 027 The Cramps - Garbageman 028 HASH REDACTOR - Good Sense 029 Optic Sink - Personified 030 Angry Angles - Blockhead 031 Big Star - Thirteen 032 Memphis Jug Band - Going Back to Memphis 033 North Mississippi AllStars - K.C. Jones (On The Road Again) 034 Bass Drum Of Death - Bad Reputation 035 Today Is the Day - The Devil's Blood 036 Walk the Line Soundtrack- Get Rhythm 037 Jack White - Temporary Ground 038 Jerry Lee Lewis - A Damn Good Country Song 039 The Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Rumors 040 Saving Abel - Pine Mountain (The Dance of the Poor Proud Man) 041 The Oxford Circle - Foolish Woman 042 Bobbie Gentry - Greyhound Goin' Somewhere 043 Reigning Sound - A Little More Time 044 NINA SIMONE - MISSISSIPPI GODDAM! 045 Laurie Anderson - Hiawatha 046 Glen Campbell - Burning Bridges 047 Dolly Parton - Hillbilly Willy 048 Elvis Presley - Guitar Man 049 Blue Oyster Cult - Divine Wind 050 Sammy Hagar - Halfway To Memphis 051 Izzy Stradlin - Memphis 052 Johnny Cash - Run Softly, Blue River 053 Iron Horse - Unchained 054 The Cramps - Human Fly 055 Faces - Memphis 056 Jack Oblivian - Rat City 057 The Cooters - Bustin' Loose 058 Mott the Hoople - All The Way From Memphis 059 Dusty Springfield - Breakfast in Bed 060 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tupelo 061 Chicago - Blues In The Night 062 Crossin Dixon - Guitar Slinger 063 Strummin' With The Devil - And the Cradle Will Rock 064 Stray Cats - Can't Go Back to Memphis 065 Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds 066 Suzi Quatro - Can't Trust Love 067 Lost Sounds - There's Nothing 068 Ike & Tina Turner ~ River Deep, Mountain High 069 Neil Diamond - Memphis Flyer 070 Julien Baker - hardline 071 The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Memphis Soul Typecast 072 Isaac Hayes - Groove-A-Thon 073 Otis Clay - Trying To Live My Life Without You 074 Tim McGraw - Don't Mention Memphis 075 Eric Burdon & War - Blues For Memphis Slim 076 Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Blues Train 077 Sweet Knives - I DON'T WANNA DIE 078 Cream - Four Until Late 079 Grateful Dead - Golden Road 080 Huey Lewis and the NEWS - Function At The Junction 081 The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf 082 Jesse Winchester_ The Brand New Tennessee Waltz 083 Dorsey Burnette - Tall Oak Tree 084 Field Music - Time In Joy 085 Jay Reatard - Blood Visions 086 The Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women 087 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Block the comet 088 Al Green - Let's Stay Together 089 The Mountain Goats - Getting Into Knives 090 Johnny Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box 091 Robert Pete Williams & Robert â€œGuitar" J. Welch - Mississippi Heavy Water Blues 092 MARY JAMES - MAKE THE DEVIL LEAVE ME ALONE 093 Ministry - Mississippi Queen 094 U.S. Bombs - Rocks in Memphis 095 Nazareth - Jet Lag 096 The Bar-Kays - Holy Ghost 097 Ty Segall - Despoiler Of Cadaver 098 His Hero Is Gone - Like Weeds 099 Jerry Lee Lewis - Memphis Beat 100 Generation X = King Rocker 101 The Doobie Brothers - Wild Ride 102 Bad Company - Whiskey Bottle 103 Black Stone Cherry - When The Weight Comes Down 104 Buddy Miles - Memphis Train 105 Memphis Slim - Rockin' The House (Beer Drinkin' Woman) 106 David Clayton Thomas - Wish The World Would Come to Memphis 107 Lost Sounds - Better Than Somethings 108 Alice Cooper - Ubangi Stomp 109 Tom Waits - Don't Go Into The Barn 110 Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis 111 Phil Ochs - Heres to the State of Misssippi 112 Reigning Sound - Your Love Is A Fine Thing 113 Pixies - Letter to Memphis 114 Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again 115 The Colorblind James Experience - Considering A Move To Memphis 116 B.B.King - Rock Me Baby 117 Carla Thomas - B-A-B-Y 118 Aquarian Blood - A Love That Leads To War 119 Nights Like These - Scavenger's Daughter 120 Rufus Thomas - Walking the Dog 121 Clutch - The House That Peterbilt 122 Lyal Strickland - O Arkansas 123 Don Bryant - How Do I Get There 124 The Sensational Barnes Brothers - Trying To Go Home 125 Squirrel Nut Zippers - Memphis Exorcism 126 Faster Pussycat - Tattoo 127 The Rolling Stones - Memphis Tennessee 128 Alcatrazz - Sons And Lovers 129 Evil Army - Violence And War 130 Deep Purple - Somebody Stole My Guitar (Purpendicular 11) 131 Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs 132 UFO - Natural Thing 133 Thunderbridge Bluegrass Boys - Tennessee 134 Confederate Railroad - Queen of Memphis 135 The Box Tops - The Letter 136 Jerry Lee Lewis - Night Train To Memphis 137 Reverend John Wilkins - Trouble 138 Phil Lynott - Kings Call (feat. Mark Knopfler) 139 Old Crow Medicine Show - Motel in Memphis 140 Candy Lee- Here in Arkansas 141 Pharoah Sanders - You've Got To Have Freedom 142 Molly Hatchet - Mississippi Moon Dog 143 Rwake - Crooked Rivers 144 CARL PERKINS & PAUL SIMON - A Mile Out Of Memphis 145 Eddie Floyd - Knock On Wood 146 Al Green - Talk to me 147 Mush - Eat the Etiquette 148 PJ Harvey - Memphis 149 EX-CULT - Clinical Study 150 Isaac Hayes - Mans Temptation 151 Lil’ Jon & Eastside Boyz - Rep Yo City 152 Rufus Wainwright - Memphis Skyline 153 Stray Cats - 18 Miles to Memphis 154 Amasa Hines - Earth and Sky 155 Joe Henderson - Back Road 156 Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash - Memphis Woman 157 Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste 158 Fess Parker - Ballad of Davy Crockett 159 Assjack - Redneck Ride 160 Brother Andy & His Big Damn Mouth - Social Lube 161 The Replacements - Alex Chilton 162 Ann Peebles - The handwriting is on the wall 163 The Highwaymen - Big River 164 The Cult - Memphis Hip Shake 165 STEVE EARLE - Hillbilly Highway 166 The BO-KEYS featuring OTIS CLAY -Got To Get Back 167 Rush - Tom Sawyer 168 Class Of '55: Memphis Rock & Roll Homecoming - Birth Of Rock And Roll 169 Hank Williams Jr - Memphis Belle 170 Sam Moore & Dave Prater - Soul Man 171 Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Bloc Bloc Bloc 172 Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - Just Dropped In 173 Linda Heck - pictures of dead people 174 Carla Thomas - Sugar 175 Three Mafia 6 - Mystic Stylez 176 Osborne Brothers- Rocky Top 177 The Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song 178 Wilson Pickett - Barefootin' 179 Dolly Parton - Jolene 180 Charlie Daniels - long haired country boy 181 The Civil Wars - From This Valley 182 Jill Jack - Gettin' On In Memphis (The Elvis Song) 183 Huckleberry Finn and His Friends - Opening title 184 Dead Cross - Skin of a Redneck 185 Johnny Cash - I Never Picked Cotton 186 Old Crow Medicine Show - Wagon Wheel 187 Isaac Hayes - That love feeling 188 Aretha Franklin - I say a little prayer 189 Little Milton - What Do You Do When You Love Somebody 190 Howlin' Wolf - Spoonful 191 Weird Al" Yankovic - Money For Nothing / Beverly Hillbillies 192 The Oblivians - I'll Be Gone 193 OT Sykes - Stone crush on you 194 The Mad Lads - Come closer to me 195 The Box Tops - Choo Choo train 196 Bobby Blue Bland - dreamer 197 Wanda Jackson - Rip It Up 198 Junior Parker - Love Ain't Nothin' but a Business Goin' On 199 The Nightingales ft. Tommy Tate - Just a Little Overcome 200 The Louvin Brothers - Satan is real 201 Overture "Big River" - (1985 Original Broadway Cast) 202 Ike & Tina Turner - Shake 203 Playa Fly - fly shit 204 Adia Victoria - Different Kind Of Love 205 Grateful Dead - Tennessee Jed 206 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Backwoods 207 Otis Redding - Tennessee Waltz 208 Nashville Pussy - The Late Great USA 209 The Paperhead - The true poet 210 Tomahawk - South Paw 211 Night Beats - Her Cold Cold Heart 212 Forest of Tygers - human monster 213 LOSS - All Grows on Tears 214 Charlie McCoy - Wayfaring Stranger 215 Dick Stusso - Modern Music 216 Eddie Noack - Aint the Reaping Ever Done 217 Jason & the Scorchers - Greetings From Nashville 218 Jasmin Kaset and Quichenight - A Single Right Word 219 Gospel Keynotes - Give Me My Flowers 220 WEEN - Scrape the Mucus off My Brain 221 Shannon Shaw - Broke My Own 222 The Jesus Lizard - Blue Shot 223 Eddy Arnold - Tennessee Stud 224 Clutch - Pure Rock Fury 225 Today Is The Day - Who Is The Black Angel? 226 Hank Williams Jnr - Tennessee River 227 The Dead Weather - Bone House 228 Every Mother's Nightmare - Long Haired Country Boy 229 Motley Crue - She goes down 230 Waylon Jennings - Tennessee 231 Dolly Parton - Down On Music Row 232 Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon - Lets Go Burn Ole Nashville Down 233 The Byrds - Nashville West 234 Sharon Van Etten - Every Time the Sun Comes Up 235 Bill Anderson ~ More Than A Bedroom Thing 236 Dottie West - Route 65 To Nashville 237 Intruder - The Martyr 238 Johnny Cash - Smiling Bill McCall 239 Lynard Skynyrd - Workin For MCA 240 The Everly Brothers - Nashville Blues 241 Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood - Elusive Dreams 242 Nashville Bluegrass Band - Im Gonna Love You 243 Ringo Starr - No-No Song 244 Hank Williams - Hey, Good Lookin' 245 The Lovin Spoonful - Nashville Cats 246 They Might Be Giants - James K. Polk 247 Commander Cody - Back To Tennessee 248 Wanda Jackson - Shakin' All Over 249 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Grand Ole Opry Song 250 Tomahawk - Flashback 251 Megadeth - Dystopia 252 Dolly Parton - Train, Train 253 The Clovers - One Mint Julep 254 Trampled By Turtles - Whiskey 255 Tom T. Hall - Nashville is a Groovy Little Town 256 Muddy Waters - I am the blues 257 Foo Fighters - Congregation 258 Pavement - Strings Of Nashville 259 Joe Ely - Tennessees Not The State Im In 260 Waylon Jennings - Nashville Bum 261 The Charmels - As Long As I Got You 262 Eve Maret - Do my thing 263 SABATON - 82nd All the Way 264 Halfway To Hazard - Welcome To Nashville 265 Nashville Pussy - Go Motherfucker Go 266 Indigo Girls - Nashville 267 Snarls - Walk In The Woods 268 Steeler - Cold Day in Hell 269 Strummin' With The Devil - Jamies Cryin' 270 spazz gummo love theme 271 The Cramps - Cornfed Dames 272 Saxon - Solid Ball Of Rock 273 Al Green - Tired of Being Alone 274 Soul Friction - It's Out Of My Hands 275 Today Is the Day - Wheelin' 276 Jackie Lynn - Odessa 277 The Jesus Lizard - Nub 278 Bully - Where To Start 279 Sonny Boy Williamson II - Lonesome Cabin 280 Tomahawk - God hates a coward 281 The Louvin Brothers - Knoxville Girl 282 Tom Waits - Jitterbug Boys 283 The Evil Dead Soundtrack - Bridge Out 284 Wanda Jackson - Thunder On The Mountain 285 Elvis Presley - Where Do I Go From Here 286 Booker T & the MGs - Back Home 287 Ezra Furman & the Harpoons - American Highway 288 Joe Ely - dream camera 289 Assjack - Tennessee Driver 290 Nashville Pussy - We Want A War 291 Dwight Yoakam - A Thousand Miles From Nowhere 292 Hank Williams, Jr. - Knoxville Courthouse Blues 293 ZZ Top - My Head's in Mississippi 294 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Honky Tonkin' 295 Dead Weather - Die by the Drop 296 The Black Belles - What can I do 297 Dolly Parton - Cowgirl And The Dandy 298 The Secret Sisters - I've Got a Feeling 299 Justin Townes Earle - Aint Got No Money 300 Tomahawk - M.E.A.T 301 Jex Thoth - The Places You Walk 302 Bill Carter - Road To Nowhere 303 Bill Dees (Roy Orbison back vocals) - Tennesse Owns My Soul 304 Karen Elson - The Ghost Who Walks 305 The Who - Whiskey Man 306 Hank Williams III - Crazed Country Rebel 307 The Lost Sounds - I Get Nervous 308 Big Star - September Gurls 309 ZZ Top - Whiskey n Mama 310 Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down 666 Isaac Hayes - Hyperbolicsyllablecsesquedalymistic

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blitzrodeo · 4 years ago

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YOU ARE READING: PART ONE / PART TWO NOTE. This drabble borrows from canon lore but does not strictly follow set rules. There is canon divergence with locations, characters and events. Please read with an open mind. tw: death, body horror, vomit mention, language and violence.

— ❛ . ♦ What to do when your entire world starts burning away to ruins? Don’t fall asleep. Red eyes shoot open, the fear amplified by the bright glow of amber surrounding it as another faint yet still audible ear piercing shriek fills the sky and Blitzo’s grabbing for his revolver. His sibling, Tilla, takes his wrist and grips it tight as she quickly coaxes him out of his fear stricken mind. The acrobat looks to his fellow imps, his sister’s among them and the rest of the troupe as he remembers the events that took prior to him finally falling asleep out of exhaustion for simply waiting.

Something dreadful had fallen from the sky like a meteorite blazing violently into Hell’s atmosphere as what descended into the circus caused an explosion of holy light, turning to ash the demons and Hellborns caught in the fray. The circus was quickly evacuated and now the troupe sits beneath the twisting corridors and the cast and crew rooms of LuLu’s World.

The battle above heard and felt through violent tremors, thunderous claps that were not thunder at all but the earth splitting open and that damn shrieking. They all knew what that sound was but no one dared speak of the horror for even saying its name may bring its otherworldly chaos to them. A shared superstition. Another explosion erupts from up above and their world shakes as lights flicker in a constant struggle to stay alive amongst the solemn groans and murmurs of the surviving circus. But Blitzo, since the attack began, still felt restless.

Not all of them were here. Part of the company had been left behind. Fizzarolli had been left behind.

That’s why in all his anxious glory and apologetically having to punch Barbie - Wire’s nose in when she attempted to stop and pin him down that Blitzo took to the vents and crawled his way to the surface of the amusement park. With a few heavy kicks the grate to the vent on the other side flew open and he hopped out quickly, ducking behind the stalls and fallen rides as he made his way towards the plaza connecting the circus.

Donning his black long coat over the sparkle of his acrobat suit helped steer searching eyes away from him and last he heard there were only three threats in the area. Even so, getting rid of them wasn’t a job fit for an imp even with a revolver handy.

But now came the problem that as desecrated as Lucifer’s funland was, the majority of the plaza stood mostly empty of debris and the only way across was to run.

Raising his head to look at the skies Blitzo was met with the deep burgundy he’d always known. In all his life he only now realized how truly unnerving the sound of silence was, and when the next barrage of explosions came from above he gathered his courage and kicked off from his cover. ❛ Shit! Shit, shit... ❜ Blitzo ran across the plaza.

He ran even as another shriek echoed in the sky sending shivers down his spine. Ran as the ground beneath him cracked and shifted and a second shrill, one he hasn’t heard before followed after. There was a clash of metal but he didn’t look back. Slipping through an opening of the circus’ broken gates the battle behind him would fade into the distance as he traversed through what was once familiar.

A name at the tip of his tongue that he so desperately wants to call but couldn’t as he maneuvered through what he could recognize and kept silent to avoid attention. Fallen tents and broken cages. Traces of life once there gone in an instant by the merciless blaze of holy flames. And the bodies that were fortunate enough to be recognized having met brutal ends. The terrifying image of the faces of friends and their heads on pikes making him fall to his knees and regurgitate his dinner. He’d seen death plenty before but what was before him was something only God’s soldiers can achieve.

Exorcists weren’t supposed to reach this part of Hell. Who let them in?

Blitzo wiped his lips clean looking up to see the Big Top at the distance. It still stood, but something told him that the twist in his stomach isn’t good. Approaching the entrance the knot twisted tighter as he pulled his coat close and stepped into the tent.

Cold couldn’t describe what he was feeling as he continued further inside, glancing at the overturned bleachers and torn flags. His emotions are a mixture of sadness and fear of the unknown. If not for the corpses to indicate that something terrible had caused the massacre within the Big Top then it was the blood decorating every inch of the place and the gaping hole on the roof.

As Blitzo stepped closer to centre stage what or rather who he would finally come to find would bring him to tears as his heart broke in two. ❛ FIZZAROLLI ! ❜

Falling to his knees and turning the jester over the critical wounds were obvious as the imp shook his head at his friend’s mistreatment and tears started gathering in Blitzo’s eyes. There was so much blood. There was too much blood.

❛ No, no, no... ❜ Blitzo whines, sobbing uncontrollably as he touched the back of his hand against the other’s cheek and shook his head. Fizzarolli seemingly lifeless against the same stage he’d come to conquer with his act in recent months. ❛ Where’s your arm? Where’s your legs? F - Fizzarolli... ❜

The imp pauses hopefully, awaiting a response until he’s shaking his head again and burying his face into the soft chest of his deceased companion or so, he thought. A gasp emits from the acrobat when Fizzarolli finally stirs albeit weakly. A light brush of a remaining limb. A hand rising to make contact with a clothed arm before dropping against the floor once more.

❛ It… it took Elvis. ❜ the jester croaked their eyes struggling to open. A smile failing to form as a crestfallen expression would settle. Tears formed on a porcelain complexion as Fizzarolli recalled the look of terror on the other clown’s faces. ❛ It took Franky too. I couldn’t… I couldn’t leave them behind. I couldn’t save them. I f - failed. ❜

Blitzo shook his head and wiped away the tears that were starting to form on the other’s face. ❛ I know you would’ve done everything you could to protect them. It’s not your fault. I just... ❜

He pulls the jester closer, fixing up what he could of his friend’s ruined parts. He tries to make the other presentable even if it’s a hopeless effort. He misses the smile. Someone like Fizz shouldn’t have to suffer the way he had. ❛ I should have come sooner. I should’ve stayed. ❜

❛ Blitzo. ❜ Fizzarolli began, tired and sad eyes looking up at the acrobat. ❛ Am I... ❜

Blitzo didn’t want him to finish that sentence. Shaking his head in refusal, he held the jester close and cried. ❛ No! No you’re not going to die. I won’t let you die! ❜

❛ Am I a bad person? ❜

At one point in his life he had been forced to kill. Blitzo recalls doing so to save Barbie - Wire, and he would do so again if the choice came down to helping his sister. He didn’t know much about Fizzarolli now that such a question had been asked of him, and motives were always so complicated.

But for all the instances he’d been with Fizzarolli he couldn’t recall anything other than the jester’s enthusiasm to entertain others. If Fizzarolli were to commit a felony he hadn’t done so yet. And that recognition ignited something within Blitzo, and what Fizzarolli tells him next solidifies his resolve.

❛ It said Elvis and Franky were bad mortals... am I... a bad person for helping bad people, Blitzo? I - is that why it d - did this to me? I miss Elvis and Franky. I’m scared. I don’t want to die. ❜ Blitzo would kill again, but the bullet wouldn’t just be to avenge Tilla and Barbie - Wire.

Shrugging off his coat, Blitzo would place it over what was left of the jester before hoisting Fizzarolli up on his shoulders. He would check his revolver, spin the cylinder and flick it back into place with a full barrel. Prepared to shoot anything in his path. And then he’d walk out of that circus and make his way back to the troupe’s refuge.

In the sky Prince Stolas would be victorious against the remaining Exorcist as one fluid cut of his sword would decapitate the creature. He makes his landing back inside the Big Top through the torn roof and as he makes his way over to centre stage, he’s baffled by the smell of an imp’s lingering scent.

#Christ this got long.#❛ . ♦ ❪ drabble ❫#❛ . ♦ ❪ novella ❫#long post.

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im-a-goner-foryou · 6 years ago

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Starker Valentine's Day 2019 for the prompt 'first I love you's ', this is also my first songfic so please go easy on me

Love

/lʌv/

Wise men say only fools rush in

Tony Stark doesn't do love. He's a mechanic, through and through-- he sees things as they are, for their practical uses, views the world through a rational lens, and love is something entirely illogical.

Love, as Tony had been taught all those years ago, is something that if he can't help but feel, at least shouldn't be expressed. To wear your emotions on your sleeve is to admit weakness, as Howard had said-- or rather slurred while waving off Tony's attempt at a goodnight hug in favour of pouring himself another glass of bourbon, and after much more similar occurrences the he eventually took his father's words to heart.

It takes a while for Tony to realise otherwise, to go from instinctively recoiling from the look of concern in Rhodey's eyes as he chides "go to sleep Tones, it's late" or a gentle caress of his head from Pepper, to slowly but surely welcoming those silent acts of love; and it takes longer before he begins to reciprocate. Even then he's hesitant, cautious as he takes his first steps and reverting back to his signature snark at the first sign of apathy, the possibility of being hurt.

Tony loves carefully.

But I can't help falling in love with you

Then he meets Peter Parker-- who loves so openly, so easily. And their differences should frighten Tony, yet inexplicably he finds himself drawn to this boy who's much too young to realise that while falling in love may be easy, love itself certainly isn't. It's... a nice change, being around someone so artlessly candid-- maybe, just maybe-- Tony hopes silently to himself, he won't have to hide behind his usual four walled defences this time against such genuine feelings.

Shall I stay?

The first time Peter raises his voice at him is to cry "if you even cared, you'd actually be here," and just like that Tony's taken back to all those years ago, in his MIT graduation gown and around the same age Peter is now; hand clutched tightly around his phone with Howard on the other end while he stood lonesome among celebrating families. That memory stings like a slap would, leaves Tony feeling almost raw-- and when he steps out of his armour there on the rooftop, he feels more vulnerable than he ever has been.

"I just wanted to be like you," the boy whispers quiet enough for his words to be almost blown away with the wind, and it's like a sucker punch to Tony's stomach.

"I wanted you to be better," Tony simply replies Peter-- and himself.

Would it be a sin

Tony feels the beginnings of a wave of butterflies erupting in his stomach as he watches the boy leave the Avengers compound, and he feels sick. Peter's hazel hair glints gold under the sunlight streaming through the panelled windows and curls sweetly around his ears; and Tony has to resist the sudden and overwhelming urge that overtakes him then to run his fingers through those silky locks.

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Peter is sixteen. Tony starts drinking himself to sleep once more, yet the bottles of liquor lying shattered around him and burning bitter at the back of his throat aren't enough to block out the yearning deep in him for the boy, to hold him close and keep him far away at the same time. Tony thinks of bright eyes that crinkle at the edges with laughter and beautiful chocolate-brown pupils, and then one day he just can't deny the feelings he harbours for his young protégé any longer.

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Peter always has been incredibly perceptive; it's likely he found out how Tony felt even before Tony himself. On his seventeenth birthday the man goes all out and is in one of the rare moments in his life grateful for the title 'billionare'-- he flies the both of them out to one of his favourite restaurants in Venice for a comfortable candlelit dinner by the canal; and when Peter dissolves into another one of that giggly laughter at something Tony said, the older man finds himself absolutely enthralled, unable to look away.

He's still staring at those pouty, rosy pink lips and wondering how they would feel against his, when he finds out only seconds later-- Peter makes the first move, leaning forward across their table to press their mouths together so painfully shy and sweet, and Tony--

Some things are meant to be

He kisses back, and feels the last of his fortifications crumble away at the happy little sigh Peter exhales into their joined mouths.

Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you

Tony Stark soon learns about himself that he's really a hopeless fool for love, when it comes to a certain bright boy who easily keeps up with him in the workshop and challenges Tony with his brilliance every day, who reminds him to go to sleep early but also brings him hot chocolate during those particularly dark starless nights and kisses away his tears until they finally fall asleep tangled up together, who's also a dork when it comes to Star Wars and the Avengers, who has a heart filled to the brim and yet still manages to find the capacity, is unafraid to love some more.

It probably was never meant to last, the hurting eight-year-old in Tony reminds him.

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

"There was no other way," Stephen's parting words hang heavy in the still air; dimly Tony wishes the words were the ones disintegrating instead, his knees buckling underneath his weight even before he hears the soft whimper from behind him. No, no, no.

Not you, too.

Peter wastes his last few moments clutching at him desperately, and Tony just wants to cry because there's nothing he can do, and he's never felt so utterly helpless as he does in this moment. "I don't-- I don't know what's happening," the boy rasps, the usual bright undertones of his voice now longer present and only to be replaced with something raw and hurting; it's now does it finally occur to Tony that maybe he's not the only one who puts on a mask.

"I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go..." Peter begs almost childishly, his extreme youth so incredibly obvious now. Tony grips him by the waist, holds him close and cradles him through it, which is the least he can do-- the only thing he can do. The eerie golden light setting across this strange planet casts shadows on those beautiful eyes, swimming with tears as they look at Tony in a way only the boy could.

"I'm sorry," are the last words Peter whispers--why, why?-- before slipping away from Tony's arms and leaving behind a mere empty shell of a broken man.

Tony realises he's never said those three little words to Peter, even though their months together; he never gasped the significance of "I love you" until he thinks he'll never be able to say it.

Take my hand, take my whole life too

"I'm sorry," are the words that replay like a broken recorder in his dying mind, plauging him the most when Tony sits alone on that barren planet and ignores the warning signals from the spaceship that oxygen levels are running low. I'm sorry, too.

But with those oxygen-deprived hallucinations come memories too; of them both dancing in the corner of one of Tony's fancy fundraisers, the boy's arms clinging around his shoulders and head resting on his chest as they sway to the soft music in the background, of Peter falling asleep at the desk after working hard on a particularly difficult assignment and Tony draping a blanket over him, of late drives down the highway in a convertible so Peter's yells of joy fade away into the night, of waking up in the morning to the smell of coffee and the sight of Peter in a flowery pink apron bustling around the kitchen, and Tony walking up to him to whirl him around by a hand on his hip to kiss him soft and sweet.

Through his entire life, there's only one person that Tony's certain he's ever loved the most he could. And now Tony tries his best to bring him back.

It's a long arduous process for sure, but Tony after all, is a mechanic through and through. He fixes the spaceship to send him and Nebula to earth, and he defends it just like he always has-- he fights, mind clinging to thoughts of Peter; just in case he doesn't make it, he wants that endlessly loving gaze to be the last thing he sees.

They win in the end, and bring all the fallen back. Even as Tony stumbles weakly onto his feet he ignores the burning sharp pain at his side, heart racing, eyes already blurring with tears-- though despite them he still manages to catch sight of those chestnut brown wide eyes among the others, and he doesn't hesitate. Tony sprints towards and holds a weeping Peter close to his chest, clutching at him with the intention of never letting go; his heart aches with a feeling that he welcomes readily, croaks into the boy's ear.

"I love you." He fiercely kisses Peter; the boy sobs harder in his arms. "I love you," Tony finally expresses plainly, against the palm pressed reverently against his lips.

For I can't help falling in love with you

And Peter says it back, the way every single part of Tony knew he would. "I love you too."

Love, Tony Stark knows, is illogical. It hurts, and yet people still chase it so eagerly.

But love is worth it.

For I can't help falling in love with you

#starker #starkervalentinesday2019 #well i tried i guess #sorry if this isn't coherent i wrote it emotional and exhausted at 3am #also have i mentioned the weakness i have for elvis presley #anywho #peter x tony #drabble #angst #songfic #fluff

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melyaliz · 6 years ago

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Let it be.

Fandom: Marvel / MCU

Summary: Sometimes a song can say things your voice can’t.

Pairing: Bucky Barns x Reader

Notes: PURE FLUFF

I just needed to write something, escape from the craziness of my job. It’s close to another idea I have… but I’m trying to get over myself and my need to make everything I write creative and out of the box. It’s ok to love a trope and write it a million times in slightly different ways…

Right?

(Have I written anything with Bucky yet?)

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“Well hello, farmer” you fought back a smile as you walked up to Bucky. You weren’t going to lie, he looked good. More relaxed, happier. Every day seemed better, you saw more and more of the man you assumed he once was.

Glancing over his charts that Shuri had given you once more you put them back in your box before pulling out the tools you would need for his arm’s tune up.

You had been a S.H.I.E.L.D scientist. The proper word being had been. Leaving that life behind after hydra and then the civil war you had helped Steve find his friend Bucky and ended up staying in Wakanda to help with his development.

After all, it wasn’t like you could go back.

Or wanted too.

The breeze was cool on your skin giving you goosebumps as you knelt down next to Bucky to start your work.

Or maybe it was nerves.

Those had been cropping up a lot lately.

Like -at the moment- how his smile kind of made your heart annoyingly beat a just little faster.

Only just.

“Where’s the little one.”

You bit your bottom lip trying again (and failing) not to smile. Really girl? You had several masters and you were here blushing like a flipping grade school girl. “She’s a little consumed with upgrades for her brother’s suit.

“Ahhh” he nodded as he watched you from his seat on the bench outside his tent, “she’s a funny one, that kid.”

“Yeah” you agreed fondly. This past year had been amazing working in Wakanda. Not only learning about all the advanced technology and working with Shuri on new ways to use it but also…

“Hello, earth to Y/N” Bucky’s voice cutting into your thoughts. You looked up your gaze meetings yours. His clear blue eyes so close as he watched you work on his new arm. “Where did you go?” he asked studying your face.

“Just thinking,” you said glancing back down at his arm, “Just about how grateful I am to be here.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded pulling out a few more tools from your box before going back to work, “it’s so advanced here… scientifically speaking, yet so…” you paused for a moment looking over at Bucky’s small home overlooking the beautiful lake. The sun reflecting off the water throwing small rainbows of color. “Peaceful.”

“Yeah” he nodded but his gaze wasn’t on the beautiful view, it was on you. That gentle smile that always seemed to play on your lips. The way you would scrunch your brow when you were focused or lost in through. The sound of your humming some tune (normally something he didn’t recognize) when you were working on something you loved or were just happy.

Kind of like at this moment only…

“Hey, I recognize that song.”

“Oh” you felt your face heat up as you realized your mistake. But it was too late to cover it up now, he had already caught on there was more to the song then just being stuck in your head.

“What?”

“I just…” you looked away fumbling with your tools.

“Oh, now you have to tell me.” he nudged you a playful smile on his lips eyes bright. He had found it, something that cracked you. He had been looking for it. That thing that would catch you off balance.

Little did he know his every existence was starting to do that to you.

“Don’t laugh ok?”

“Never,” even with that serious face you couldn’t help but see that twinkle of mischief in his eye. You wondered for a moment what kind of man he had been. Back in the ’40s before… all this.

“Well, I got to thinking last night how you haven't really listened to music since the ’40s and that kind of sent me down a rabbit hole of music from that time. Honestly, it’s crazy to think about, things like you missed stuff like Elvis, the Beetles, and Queen.”

He laughed soft and light and you weren’t sure if you were about to die of embarrassment or just joy at the sound. “I guess you’ll just have to teach me.”

“Man that’s a TALL order, I wouldn't even know where to start. I have a masters in biology and technology not the history of music.”

“Well what songs do you like to dance too?” he asked, you had long finished your adjustments and were not just sitting there feeling light and slightly flustered. Pulling out your phone you scrolled on Spotify trying to find a good playlist.

“Guess we could just start with the 50’s” you said clicking on Jailhouse rock, “This is the king himself, Elvis.”

Bucky nodded to the music, “This is cool.” standing up he held out his hand you eyed it warily, “This is kind of a swing...”

“Which I can do,”

“And I can’t.” you countered still taking his hand regardless of his hesitation. S.H.E.I.L.D may have taught you many things but dancing wasn’t one of them.

“Good thing I’m an amazing lead,” he said as he started to twist his hips you following his movements, the energy infectious. Soon you were both laughing and breathless as he swung you around to Hard Headed Woman.

“Now this one is about you.” he laughed as he spun you around.

“Well excuse me!” you said breathless and flushed as you pulled out your phone clicking on Respect by Aretha Franklin while singing out the words taking a few steps away from him giving him the full attitude that only Aretha could invoke.

“Where did this girl come from!?” Bucky asked bursting out laughing.

“She comes out with the right song.”

“What about a slow one?” Bucky said trying to take your phone, “Pick a slower one.”

“Hummm, well we haven’t done The Beatles,” you said clicking on Here comes the Sun.

“This really isn’t that slow.”

“Excuse me, this is one of their best…” you cut yourself with just one look from Bucky switching to Let it be. “I mean they are all good.” as the piano started to play Bucky paused listening to the tempo for a moment before nodding approvingly taking your hands again.

“Buck…”

“Shhhh”

Both of you slowly danced around the camp, it was in that moment that you noticed that it sun had been slowly fading into the horizon. Ok, there was no way he had planned this. The way the electric guitar played from your phone as the two of you danced under bright amber and soft purple hues that were reflected over the pond.

Bucky’s soft crystal blue eyes looking down at you seemed to reflect the lights around him making him look even more unworldly than he normally did. It was captivating, sweeping you away from this world onto another plane. Somewhere else where only the two of you existed. You couldn’t look away, you didn’t want to.

Whisper words of wisdom… let it be.

As the song faded Bucky gently dipped you his strong arms holding you as you couldn’t help but smile letting out a soft giggle wrapped up in the magic of the moment.

“Let it be” you heard Bucky whisper the last phrase to himself before pulling you forward closer to him than you had ever been. Your hands pressed against his chest feeling his toned muscles under the thin fabric of his shirt. You could bearly breath, scared any sudden moments would break this spell and you would find yourself back running from Hydra or stuck in the small town you had lived in before S.H.I.E.L.D, or anywhere but here.

Anywhere but in the arms, on the man, you were desperately crushing on.

It was like a magnetic pull. You weren’t really sure who had started it but gently you both met. Lips gently kissing sending sparks through your body as the tender embrace. Caught in a moment. Swept up by the magic of the lights around you and the sounds of the music still playing on your phone as it switched to Hey Jude.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Caught up in the moment as you both melted into hidden feelings that had been building for god knows how long. Maybe before you both had even met. With all the craziness of your lives, you wouldn't be surprised.

Both of you pulling together by a fate that couldn’t be controlled. Moving in time but no longer to the tune of the music.

It was like ice water washing over you as Bucky’s metal arm brushed your bare skin just under your shirt. It pulled you out of your daze and sent goosebumps over your skin.

Pulling away for a moment with a gasp you felt yourself plummet back to reality. To this earth.

The sun had set and the moon shone brightly as the stars started to twinkle above.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky said pulling his hand away, fear written all over his face. “Did I hurt you… I…” you winced as you watched him unconsciously try and cover his metal arm. The pain on his face evident.

Gently you reached out pulling his mechanical arm bringing his hand to your face before kissing it.

“Don’t be,” you said your eyes never leaving his. “Never apologize, you can touch me however you want.” your voice husky as you kissed his hand again. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched you.

“Oh doll you have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that,” he said before pulling you toward himself again. This time his kiss was rough, needy, but just as all-consuming. You kissed him back with just as much intensity, hands roaming his body going places you had never dared before but had wanted to for oh so long.

With one swoop of his arm, he pulled you up. You let out a soft squeak as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Your phone was along forgotten as he pulled you toward his tent both of you about to make some music of your own.

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hellostarlight20 · 7 years ago

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Christmas Present 1/3

For @lizziea2 who asked for: Could I ask for some Christmas fluff for the TARDIS family of the Doctor, Rose and Jenny after the events of “I will….”? And @kelkat9 who wanted: Christmas Prompt: I Will Verse; Ten/Rose; The Night They Saved Christmas

Takes place in The Adventures of Bad Wolf and the TARDIS…and their Doctor a month after the events of I Will... Yes, you should read those, but it’s not 100% necessary. What you need to know: Bad Wolf Rose. Yup, that sums it up!

As always all my thanks goes to Mrs. Bertucci for her amazing beta and to my girls from FB where we had a great British Christmas song discussion!

“Clearly Bing is the best.” Rose sniffed and glared at the Doctor. She didn’t really mean it—the glare, obviously; Bing was the best—and knew he knew that, but he looked suitably offended nonetheless.

“Frank,” he insisted. “Or Nat.”

“Judy,” Rose shot back.

“Ohh, good one! But alas, no. Not the best.”

��Who are these people?” Jenny, wide-eyed and bouncing with excitement, barely glanced at either of them as she walked next to Rose. “Are they here at the market?”

“No.” Rose laughed but tugged Jenny closer, looping her arm through her daughter’s. It still felt odd, calling her that, but the three of them agreed that they were a family, if not quite the conventional kind. But who cared about convention? “They’re singers. Classic Christmas singers.”

“Do they have Christmas singers here?” Jenny looked around the Bonn Christmas Market stalls the afternoon before Christmas Eve. Each vendor and their little pointed-roof stall caught her attention and so far they’d bought a dozen little knickknacks and three mugs of mulled wine.

“Not some of this rubbish you here on the radio now,” the Doctor added and swung his hand, joined with Rose’s, between them. “Unfortunately, all the good ones are dead in this time.” He frowned and shook it off. “We can always go back and hear them, perks of a time machine.”

“Ohh, can we?” Jenny bounced in front of them, so excited and buoyant.

“Course!” The Doctor grinned back, and Rose caught a hint of longing from him. “We can go wherever you want,” he promised.

It warmed Rose’s heart to see Jenny like this, to see her at all. She wondered what might’ve happened if she hadn’t jumped right at that time, at the same moment General Cobb fired at the Doctor.

Rose shuddered and blocked that thought off, refusing to let it unfurl more than it already had. She had jumped right at that moment and Jenny was right there with them, curious and eager and alive. Currently, Martha and Donna were home with their families after having extracted promises that the three of them would visit for the holidays.

And Jack…Rose still hadn’t fully forgiven the Doctor for abandoning Jack or keeping all that happened to him from her, but they were slowly working through it.

“Shakin’ Stevens?” The Doctor tilted his head from side to side and shrugged. “Top fifteen, maybe.”

“If we’re doing classic British, I’d go with Wizzard’s I Wish it could be Christmas Everyday.”

“Always a classic,” The Doctor agreed. “As is Slade’s Merry Christmas Everybody.”

“Ohh, that’s a fun one.” She bounced up and down like the band did in the song. “Look to the future now, it’s only just begun!” she sang. Turning her grin to him she laughed and bumped his shoulder. “You’re certainly up on your classic British Christmas music!” She rested her head on his arm and simply reveled in being so near him again.

“I saw Slade and Wizzard in concert,” the Doctor admitted. “In my, oh, third body.” He frowned and sighed. “When the Time Lords disabled my TARDIS and trapped me on Earth.”

The flash of anger and resentment didn’t surprise her. The Doctor altered between remorse over his actions during the Time War and fury over the Time Lords’ short-sighted pompousness.

“I love you,” Rose sighed and closed her eyes. “Whatever the body.”

Rose heard Jenny ahead of them, talking to one of the vendors about a handmade blanket. She didn’t want to exclude Jenny, especially since it’d been mere weeks since her, ah, birth, but it’d been the same amount of time since Rose’s return. She balanced between daughter and lover, and knew the Doctor did as well, but Jenny seemed to understand and loved exploring the TARDIS on her own.

The Doctor kissed the top of her head and held her hand that much tighter. “I love you, too, my hearts.”

Rose looked up at him and stopped. Standing on tiptoes, she kissed him, sighing into the softness of the kiss and letting his love warm her.

“You two finished?” Rose opened her eyes to see Jenny rolling hers, but the other woman grinned wider. “Who are we going to see first?”

“Elvis.” Rose nodded decisively. “Definitely Elvis.”

The Doctor opened his mouth, but no argument emerged. She felt his frustration—he hadn’t been the one to suggest the King and mildly resented her beating him to it. Finally, he huffed and nodded.

“Definitely in the top…two,” the Doctor agreed.

Jenny stopped at the stall over, one that served roasted chestnuts, alas not over an open fire. Rose quickly paid for them while her daughter took the bag and sniffed the contents. Jenny selected a chestnut and licked it.

“Definitely your daughter!” Rose grinned over her shoulder at the Doctor’s spluttering as the merchant handed her the change.

The tall man wished them, “Gesegnete Weihnachten und ein glückliches neues Jahr!”

“A blessed Christmas and a happy new year to you, too!” Rose returned, once more grateful for the TARDIS translation circuit.

The Doctor walked to her side, still talking to Jenny about chestnuts, roasting, open fires, the song, the history, and the act of actually roasting chestnuts over an open fire. But his desperation to touch her, as anxious for her touch as Rose was for his, had him reaching for her before they’d gone more than half a step. Their month together, really, physically together, wasn’t long enough as far as she was concerned, but they did promise Jenny.

“She’s so happy,” the Doctor sighed, physically and mentally. “I had no idea—”

“No idea, what?” Rose looked up at him, contentment and concern warring for dominance. “Doctor?”

“I’d forgotten what it felt like,” he whispered, “Traveling with family.”

Rose leaned up and pressed her lips to his. “I’m so glad I’m here for this.”

“I am, too.” The Doctor wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

She knew he didn’t want to let her go, Rose didn’t want to step from his embrace, either. So she rested her head over one of his hearts and closed her eyes. The cold December wind buffeted them, but she didn’t care.

The myriad market scents swirled around them, and Rose hummed, perfectly content where she stood. She felt the Doctor’s happiness, his cautious hope about Jenny, and burrowed deeper into his embrace, letting his coat wrap around them both.

“I love you,” he whispered against her temple.

Rose shivered at his touch, the gentle brush of his mind against hers, the inherent promise in both his words and touch, and met his gaze. “I love you, too. Always. Forever.”

He grinned just as Jenny ran over to them, excitedly talking about the stall one over and the ornaments they sold.

“One has snow in it!” She said, eyes alight with happiness. “Real snow!”

“It’s not real,” Rose began gently. She hated spoiling Jenny’s enthusiasm. “It’s—I don’t know what’s inside.” She wrinkled her nose. “Probably something horrible I don’t want to think about, but it’s not real snow.”

Rose wrapped her arms around herself and debated pulling on her gloves. No, she didn’t want to add a barrier between her hand and the Doctor’s no matter the frigid temperature. Still, her hands were frozen, and she shoved them in her deep pockets.

“No, he said it was real,” Jenny insisted. Her own smile didn’t diminish, and she shoved her hands into her coat pockets, too.

Rose stared at the move. Jenny didn’t do it because she was cold; now that Rose looked the move was so obvious! Jenny wore a coat because it’d look odd if she didn’t in December in Bonn, but she didn’t need to. Just as she didn’t need to keep her hands warm, if the Doctor’s were anything to go by. Jenny shoved her hands in her pocket, because that’s what the Doctor did. And now, that’s what Rose did.

Her heart warmed and burst with affection for this woman.

“Let’s go see these snow globes,” Rose said and tugged the Doctor along. She once more locked her arm with Jenny’s and delighted in the feeling of family.

#ten x rose #ficandchips #jenny #fluff #adventure #christmas

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rilenerocks · 5 years ago

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There are the days when you’ve just had it up to here. You feel your aging body and you see it too. That’s the way life goes. Crepey skin, lacking moisture and resilience. Weird hairs growing in the wrong places. I’m a swimmer, and now after 45 years or so of doing the same repetitive motions, my shoulders have begun to ache, the pain and stiffness waking me at night. A pressing sense of urgency pushes me to hurry up and get all those things done that are sitting on various to-do lists and which feel very important. But are they important? Am I important? I can walk down the street wearing an unmistakable cloak of invisibility which I once thought would be a magic power. Not so much any more. To the bustling young people in their invincible minds, I am unseen. I’m exercising and trying to eat right and doing brain exercises. I still remember ridiculous amounts of information about a wide range of topics. So what. The inexorable slide is still happening. For some people with good genes, the process may be slower than it is for others. Some have been forgetful for years. Others, like me, are still able to experience powerful recall. Many older folks do without the intimacy and physicality of their youth. Lots of people drifted away from sex long ago. Those of us who still have a powerful drive may be stuck without the partner we used to have.

News at home and abroad is lousy and oppressive. You try to do some good where you can but are left feeling insufficient and overwhelmed. Everything feels annoying and you’re muttering stuff to yourself like, “shit rolls downhill,” “what goes around comes around,” and, “ha, you pompous child, one day you’re going to be in the place I am right now – we’ll see how you like it.” The fact is that older women are marginalized, kicked to the curb, both personally and professionally. Everyone just can’t be Jane Goodall, that wonderful person or other famous women who’ve bucked the odds. Lots of us are just regular. We grew up trying to find ways to navigate societal expectations. Many us found partners who stuck and many found partners who didn’t. Some never found anyone. We went to work and school, had babies and aging parents and balanced full schedules every day for years. Those of certain economic classes, that is. The poor, the victims of domestic and sexual abuse and the uneducated are marginalized all their lives. I won’t forget that truth. I push back. I have my opinions, my morals and my standards and I don’t feel like getting kicked to the curb. When you’ve fought your way through the grief of losing a life partner, your parents, siblings and friends, you want a little attention and empathy. And you want it to be given freely without asking for it. But as the song goes, you can’t always get what you want.

Yesterday, I wanted my husband to be alive. Of course I always want him to be alive, but some days are harder than others. I wanted something from him that I can’t get anywhere else. I’m pretty warmhearted but I have my boundaries. I don’t like people touching my face. I don’t know why. When I was young, it was okay that my mom did it. She would relax me. But as I got older, I shied away from that. There’s just something really intimate about having a person lay hands on the place where your deepest thoughts and feelings are just underneath your skin. At least that’s how it works for me. One time, not long ago, my sweet grandson touched my cheek. I sat very still and didn’t jump away from him. But that was a challenge. He doesn’t perceive that invisible wall. I want Michael to touch my face. He would take both hands and shove my hair straight back and stare at me. Ironically, I have widow’s peak. He loved my hairline and looking into my eyes. And I trusted him. I miss that sense of security a lot. Instead there are all these other oppressive and irritating daily struggles that I’d hoped would have been far more improved in these last fifty years. Me, too. Me, too. So what do you do when you just can’t do regular life? For me, it’s hitting the road. My butterflies have flown the coop.

I left too. I set some goal for myself after Michael died. One was to see all 50 states in this country. Just before my knee surgery in July, I got up to 43 visited. Feeling antsy and discontented, I decided to take a few days and knock two others off that list, Mississippi and Alabama. My sister, who retired recently, came along with me. I have to say, these two states aren’t high on my list, mostly because my political stance is diametrically opposed to lots of people in these places. So I tried an itinerary which included nature, a little pop history and maybe some Civil War sites. I don’t talk much about the depth of my interest in that war, but I’ve been obsessed by it for years and have read a few hundred books about it. I still gave trouble fathoming the fact that people from the same country lined themselves up across from each other and blasted themselves into oblivion for four years. I thought I might find a place to ponder that subject on my getaway from reality. We started out by driving to Garden of the Gods in Shawnee National Forest in southern Illinois.

I’ve been there before but it doesn’t get old. Imposing sandstone bluffs that emerged from Pangea as the earth shook itself into pieces are still awesome to experience. Old stands of beautiful birch trees commingle with other species and create a peaceful quiet that is really soothing. No wonder forest walking has become a recommended therapeutic device. I managed to snag a few rocks that had chipped off the large formations. After we wandered through there, with me being grateful to have knees that work again, albeit a little gingerly, we drove to a nearby town for some delicious barbecue and a good night’s rest.

This morning after breakfast, we took off and headed to Mississippi. The weather was pleasant, cool and sunny. I’d finally synced Michael’s ancient iPod to the car. As we zipped along, we crossed the Mississippi, heading into Tennessee on our way to Tupelo, birthplace of Elvis Presley. I like bridges and taking photos of them while driving which in turn, drives my sister crazy. Sometimes it just doesn’t seem as risky as texting.

In any event, I got a few shots and then got interested in fields far different from Illinois’ corn and beans. Cotton fields, some harvested and others in bloom. I realized that random tufts had blown to the edge of the highway so I pulled over to collect a few.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before. There are special cotton picking machines which somehow collect the cotton and roll it into brightly colored stretchy plastic bales, like hay. Imagining the backbreaking labor of slaves bent over the plants was disturbing. As we drove through Tennessee, my GPS was sending us off the main highways to shorter routes that took us through small towns and back country. I was just getting ready to make a turn on some side street when I caught sight of a marker pointing toward Shiloh National Battlefield. I’ve always wanted to go there after having read so much about it. Tennessee was considered the Western theater of the Civil War and water throughways there were critical to victory for both sides. Pittsburg Landing located close by, was a crucial port. The battle was fought over two days in April, 1862. Over one hundred seven thousand soldiers participated with a casualty rate of 21% from both armies. The fighting raged over terrain that was both heavily wooded and dotted with clearings where people could be mowed down. The amount of artillery was astonishing and caused devastation that astonished the country.

There are names like the Hornets’ Nest and the Bloody Pond, accurate descriptors for what happened there. There are mass graves in several locations along with peach orchards and farmer’s fields, those average people whose homes were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Driving through the dense peaceful forest, with deer, squirrels and birds abounding, it was hard to inagine the deafening, smoky, violent madness that occurred there. It’s like traveling with the echoes of ghosts. Two future presidents fought there, Ulysses Grant and James Garfield, as did General Lew Wallace who wrote “Ben Hur.”

And then there were the faceless thousands who died, were maimed or survived and went back to their lives. Being on that ground was a moving experience. Times gone by in a flash of chaos.

We finally made it into Mississippi early tonight, waylaid but glad for the digression. I’ve only been gone for a couple of days but I do feel less annoyed and grumpy about life in general. A little change of scenery can go a long way. I’m already thinking about what comes next.

Pushing the Margins There are the days when you've just had it up to here. You feel your aging body and you see it too.

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renee-walker · 8 years ago

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fic: forget your perfect offering

I wanted Carol to wear a pretty dress (this is the one I was thinking of, in case anyone’s interested), and then this happened. If you’re expecting any sort of plot or wildness like that, please don’t even click the read more, because you’ll be so disappointed as it’s pretty much allllll smush (with a tiny bit of angst). Idk, apparently I just have ~7k worth of random feelings about them is all.

The title is from Leonard Cohen’s ‘Anthem,’ which is one of my favorite songs in this universe.

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She tries to escape the dance by volunteering to take three consecutive shifts on watch that night.

"You've been pulling at least twice your share for three weeks now." Rosita, arms folded across her sweaty green tank top, snaps a tiny bubble in her disturbingly neon orange gum and stares knives at Carol. "And I'd rather fuck a snake right now than put on some shitty dress and pretend to smile until my face cracks, so you're not stealing my shift."

Aaron's less abrasive but equally stubborn. "Eric and I already figured it all out. I work first shift so he can tend bar and then it's date night. We haven't danced to actual music in years." She doesn't miss the nostalgic expression that flashes over his features and vanishes all too quickly. He pauses, blue eyes darting to different locations on her face as if he's scared that meeting her gaze directly might result in scary consequences. "Besides, I think everyone's-" He stops, words floating like bubbles in the cinnamon-and-clove-scented air of the kitchen. "Everyone's missed you."

Her stomach twists, so many emotions colliding that she imagines she can hear their crunch on impact. But she sets her jaw firmly, determined to keep everything light. Anything else and the cracks might widen and she's not ready to-

Raising a skeptical eyebrow, she stabs a fork into the steaming piece of apple pie on the plate in front of her and shrugs. "I'm almost sure I'm gonna get the flu that night." Throwing him a highly determined look, she blows on the bite of pie not so much because she wants to eat it but because it gives her something to do.

Aaron sighs, and his shoulders drop with a touch of defeat. "Well I wish you wouldn't 'get the flu,'" he says, mocking her with air quotes. "And I'm sure-" He grabs the knife and slices his own piece of pie, swearing and sticking his index finger in his mouth when he burns it while trying to make the transfer to his plate. "I'm sure everyone else does, too."

He leaves her standing in the middle of the quiet kitchen, her only company a crushing sense of panic and a cooling piece of the pie she spent two hours making but no longer wants.

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She's not even sure whose goddamn idea the dance was.

Probably Tara's.

Or Aaron's.

Even Jesus's, if he was in one of his festive moods.

But ever since they miraculously managed to drive the Saviors away, everyone's been simmering with a dangerous, tantalizing buzz of hope. And somehow, tomorrow night's dance has become the tangible symbol of defiance.

She just wants to spend the night in the watchtower.

Stars, birds, soft wind, night sky, and the cool, comforting bite of her rifle's chill metal under the pads of her fingers.

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Carol's barely shut the door of her room behind her when a soft knock makes her jump.

Go the hell away, she thinks.

"Come in," she says.

The knob turns and Michonne sticks her head in. "Bad time? I can come back if you're busy."

Carol shakes her head, probably too quickly to be convincing. "It's fine. Do you need me for something?"

Michonne walks all the way into the room and shuts the door behind her, turning to reveal one of the most beautiful dresses Carol's ever seen draped over her arm.

It's a rich, deep burgundy. Floor length. Lace over satin. Cap sleeves and a neckline designed to show off collarbones and . . . whatever else.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Carol closes her hand into a ball to keep from reaching out and touching the fabric, although she's relieved to realize that at least this time her smile feels genuine.

But the sly smirk that transforms Michonne's face instantly erases Carol's half second of ease. "You wish." Michonne walks over and holds the dress level with Carol's shoulders, leaning back to give herself a better view. "Damn, that man has you memorized," she mutters under her breath before carefully stretching the dress across Carol's bed, smoothing the fabric to avoid wrinkles. "It's what you're wearing," she announces dramatically. "And you're gonna look so perfect I'll probably be pissed."

"Listen, I don't know what-"

Michonne silences her with an outstretched hand. "Look, I can't make you put this on and come to the party. But ever since you-" She trails off, rubbing at some dirt on the edge of her arm before she looks back up at Carol. "It would be great to have you there with us to celebrate." She shrugs and then reaches out, her fingers gently squeezing Carol's forearm. "You're one of the reasons we're even alive to do this, and everybody knows that. So promise me you'll at least think about it?"

Carol hesitates, pressing her fingernails into her palm.

Michonne turns toward the door, stopping when her hand closes over the knob. "Enid even asked if she could do your makeup. And Carl's so happy you're back."

Damn, you're good, Carol thinks, her insides spinning like a washing machine on the high-speed cycle.

"I'll think about it," she mutters, glancing again at the dress's vibrant sheen.

"Good."

"Michonne?"

She stops halfway through the door and looks back. "Yeah?"

"Where'd this dress come from?"

Michonne grins, her eyes lit up with some kind of mischief that makes Carol even more uncomfortable. "Daryl brought it back from a run a few days ago. He said he was trying to make sure everyone who wanted to go had something to wear, but strangely enough, you're the only woman in these walls with the right proportions to fit that dress." She lifts a nonchalant shoulder, each word and gesture steeped in sass. "Probably coincidence though."

The door clicks shut before Carol has a chance to respond.

She reaches for the dress, smoothing the satin between her thumb and forefinger.

Irresistibly drawn to the softness.

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When Carol was in seventh grade, four days before the very first middle school dance, Bobby Davidson stopped by her locker after eighth period and -- with bright red cheeks and feet that couldn't settle for even a second -- asked her if she wanted to go with him.

She and her best friend Katie McKinnon (her full name was Kathleen but she hated it) had both had a crush on Bobby since he moved into their district halfway through fourth grade. Once she'd blushed four hundred shades of pink, nodded shyly, and watched him walk toward the front entrance with a new bounce in his stride, the first thing Carol thought was that Katie would most likely kill her.

But that whole problem was solved five minutes later, when Katie careened around the corner from the band room, practically skidded to a halt in front of their lockers, and announced with what seemed to be the last breath she had left in her, "Oh my god, Carol. Parker Thompson just asked me to go to the dance with him."

(Parker Thompson was only the most popular boy in middle school. He never wore jeans, only those creased khaki pants with the tailored cuffs. He was captain of the basketball team and his dad drove a white Mercedes that remained mysteriously clean, regardless of the weather. His grades would have put him at the top of their class if Carol hadn't already occupied that spot by a comfortable margin.

He didn't like her very much, but apparently that hadn't discouraged him from liking her best friend.)

And just like that, there was nothing to worry about except what to wear and how to fix her hair.

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Katie almost hyperventilated in Carol's bathroom while they were finishing each other's makeup. Carol dropped the tube of fuchsia lipstick on the counter and pushed her friend's head between her knees. "Breathe slowly, okay?"

It took a few minutes and some distraction from ABBA, but before long Katie was dusting peach-colored blush over her cheeks and kissing a white square of toilet paper to blot her lipstick. "How did you even get my hair to look this perfect?" she asked Carol, her dark blond curls shiny in the bright bathroom light.

Carol grinned, grabbing Katie's hand. "Come on, they're waiting!"

Bobby Davidson bought her a white lily wrist corsage that looked perfect against the deep blue taffeta dress she'd spent six months of babysitting money on.

Skinny and awkward, they slow danced to Elvis and Otis Redding, knees and elbows jutting everywhere.

Bobby talked a lot about cars and basketball, and Carol listened eagerly, not so much because she was fascinated by his choice of subject material but because she was so grateful not to have to come up with topics herself.

They drank bright red Hawaiian Punch that was much too sweet and made Carol feel lightheaded and almost sick.

After the dance and a quick reshuffling to spread chairs on the gym floor, Principal Adamson put on Casablanca.

When Ilsa said, "Kiss me as if it were the last time," Bobby pulled Carol's sweaty hand into his lap and laced his fingers with hers.

She stared at the screen with glistening eyes and a slamming heart, convinced that nothing on earth would ever make her feel so important again.

But that was another lifetime.

Back when hope wasn't roughly synonymous with poison.

Back when she still believed there was magic left in the world.

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Sophia never went to a dance.

She never frowned at herself in the mirror, trying to blot her lipstick just right or pluck her eyebrows or figure out how much to curl her hair.

She never held up dress after dress, finding some tiny flaw in each one until she dropped dramatically onto the bed, too overwhelmed with her choices to make a decision.

She never paced the length of her own room in precariously high heels, trying to master the art of balance before the big night.

She never lifted her chin for her first kiss, Cherry Coke and bubble gum chapstick and the rush of endless possibility.

Carol wishes she could think of anything else as she squeezes her sheet into her fists and rearranges her body in bed for what has to be the fifteenth time.

But she'll never know what it would have been like, kissing her baby goodbye and watching her disappear in a swirl of perfume and laughter.

One more question mark she'll never erase.

In the empty darkness she buries her face in her pillow and desperately hopes heaven exists, even if she might not make it.

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The next morning she wakes up before the sky is even light.

She wiggles around for a few minutes before giving up and staring at the ceiling, counting the minutes before she can reasonably go downstairs and find a way to distract herself from the inevitable.

The dress is draped over the back of the chair by her bed, taunting her with a slight shine from the hall light.

She shuts her eyes and turns away, curling her body into the cool softness of her pillow.

And the thing is, she's glad to be back. She is.

But nothing's natural. Not yet.

She still halts conversations just by walking into a room.

People she doesn't even know give her curious, sympathetic looks when she passes them on her way to take watch.

(She wonders what Rick and Tobin told them about her abrupt departure, but she doesn't care enough to ask.)

Daryl's the only person she doesn't seem to make uncomfortable just by breathing.

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She isn't sure exactly how it happened, but the two of them have fallen into the habit of taking a walk together after dinner.

The first night they all eat together, she ducks out just so she can breathe, so the walls stop moving closer. And a second later she can feel him beside her, the cadence of his footsteps so familiar she doesn't even have to glance sideways.

"I'll go if you wanna be alone," he blurts out before she can even think of something to say. She can't fight the tug at the edges of her mouth. He's so free of bullshit, so accepting of whatever she does or doesn't give back. And maybe, just maybe, that's why he's the only person who helps quiet the screaming in her her brain rather than amplifying it by a factor of ten.

"No, stay." She sneaks a glance at him but he's staring down the road, a dark smear of grease still decorating the side of his neck from when he was working on one of the trucks earlier. "I just needed fresh air for a minute."

"Yeah." She thinks he might add something else, but in his usual fashion he falls silent and lets his stride slip into rhythm with hers.

He doesn't say another word through the entire loop around Alexandria, but the quiet isn't awkward or strained.

When they're almost to the steps of the house, his fingers brush her upper arm so softly she'd think she imagined it if she hadn't seen it happen. "Hey. You okay?" His voice is still so scared, and she's slammed again with the realization that he's not remotely convinced she won't run.

"Yeah, I am."

He nods, but remains still, his body showing no signs of movement toward the house.

"Daryl."

He looks at her then, his face a mess of emotions she wasn't ready to deal with the day he showed up at the door of her house and she isn't ready to deal with now. But she manages to keep her voice firm and strong when she says, "I mean it. I'm okay."

"Gonna walk again tomorrow night?"

She grins. "Probably."

"Tell me if y'want company."

"I do. Want company." Her response is fast and thoughtless and straight from some scary place inside her she still tries to dodge when she's quick enough. But he's too fast for her as usual.

"Good." And then he's taking the steps two at a time, probably to make sure he shuts the door before she can change her mind.

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After that the walks become a habit.

They rarely say much, maybe some conversation about the supplies they'll need soon or how her garden's coming along or when he plans to go hunting again.

Still, she looks forward to it every night, and on the days when he's out hunting past dinner or gone on a run with Aaron or Rosita or Jesus, she misses it.

Misses him.

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She's toweling her hair dry when there's a knock on the door so soft she wouldn't have even heard it had she not been dreading it since pre-dawn.

"Carol?" Enid's timid voice barely carries through the wood.

She walks over and pulls the door open to find Enid standing there looking like something out of one of those princess books she used to read to Sophia. Part of her hair is pulled up in a careful twist, while the rest falls over her shoulders in a mass of soft waves. Her eyeshadow has flecks of gold, and she's wearing a royal blue dress that picks up the gems in the earrings Maggie must have loaned her.

"You look stunning."

"Oh god, thank you." Enid's face heats instantly. "I feel so fake. Maggie made me sit still for like an hour and a half. I think my foot's still asleep." She hesitates, clears her throat. "So no pressure, but Michonne said that you were at least thinking about the dance and maybe I could help with your makeup?"

Carol looks at the girl, watches as Enid fidgets with the satin that edges her sleeve.

She's only a little older than Sophia would be now, and only a little younger than Carol was when she and Katie McKinnon decided to to to the prom together because they'd both been dumped within the preceding month.

"It's fine if you don't want to," says Enid hastily, already backing toward the door.

"No, I'm going." The words feel tangible in her mouth, like she ate one too many marshmallows and they've got nowhere left to go. But she manages anyway. "I can't remember the last time I wore lipstick. Will you help me pick a good color?"

The burst of pure happiness on Enid's face instantly makes the night almost worth it.

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The night Carol went to prom with Katie, they spent two hours getting ready because they were so determined to make sure that Adam and Gerald deeply regretted their terrible life choices.

She remembers blood red lipstick and way too much blue eyeshadow, flatironing her hair for what felt like hours, popping Hershey kisses as they laughed and listened to The Stones, and almost falling down the stairs because she was determined to wear the stilettos she'd never figured out how to walk in.

At the dance, Ed Peletier -- who'd only spoken to her maybe twice in her life, and even then only to ask her for help with trig homework -- strolled over the second that "Crazy" started floating from the speakers.

(No matter how many times she thinks of this moment, the irony's never lost on her.)

"Would you like to dance?" He smelled like expensive cologne and possibly Scotch, not that she was highly familiar with the latter.

Her face hot, she twisted the pearl stud in her ear and said, "Sure, but just this one. I'm here with my friend."

"Just the one then," he replied, extending his hand just like she'd seen men do it in the movies.

And he'd been true to his word, surprising the hell out of her by raising her fingers to his lips and brushing a kiss over them as the last few bars of the song faded. "Have fun with your friend. Maybe you'd like to get a burger after school next week?"

"Carol, let's gooooo." Katie rushed up, flushed and impatient.

Carol barely had time to turn and nod at Ed before Katie pulled her away to the car.

Just like they'd planned on the phone weeks ago, they drove to the lake at the edge of town. They stripped off their stockings and hung their bare feet off the dock, flinging droplets of water that caught the moonlight as they arced through the cooling night air.

And they opened the bottle of gin Katie had stolen from her grandpa's liquor cabinet, passing it back and forth as they worked on the bag of sour cream and onion potato chips wedged between them.

She can still feel the burn of the alcohol stinging its way down her throat and warming her stomach.

Still taste the leftover salt from the chips as she licked the tips of her fingers.

Still see the glowing light circling the moon as it rose higher and higher in the sky.

Still hear the uncontrolled laughter bubbling up from inside her as she and Katie got more and more drunk and more and more silly.

It was the last time she was really free.

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"So do you think gold?" Enid holds up the tiny eyeshadow compact. "Or silver?" She brandishes one in each hand.

"I think-" Carol hesitates, glancing toward the dress laid out on the bed. "Maybe silver?"

Enid flashes a delighted smile. "I was hoping you'd pick silver. It's gonna be so perfect with that dress." She shoves the gold compact aside. "Close your eyes."

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She stares at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fascinated and a little awed by the face that looks back at her.

Her lips are a rich shade of burgundy that almost perfectly matches her dress, and they shine because Enid insisted on just a touch of that roll-on lip gloss that tastes like cotton candy.

Her cheeks are a warm plum with barely a hint of sparkle from the bronzer Enid added at the last minute.

Her eyes -- carefully outlined with deep navy eyeliner and the shimmer of silver eyeshadow -- radiate a much deeper blue than usual.

It's been so many decades since she even tried to wear makeup, to put on fancy clothes, to look pretty.

She's aware that objectively, she's lovely. Stunning even.

But the only part of the face staring back at her from the mirror that feels as if it belongs to her is the quiet sadness that lingers in her eyes, comfortable and familiar.

Somewhere long ago and far away, tucked back in corners of her mind she hasn't visited in decades, she remembers what it was like to walk into a room and turn heads, to stop the action for a split second.

She can feel the music from downstairs vibrating the soles of her feet.

She doesn't want to go.

She wants to stay here, appreciate the picture for a minute, then wash her face and get in bed.

But she gets up, checks her eyeliner one last time, and walks to the door.

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She makes it down the stairs unnoticed and slips around the corner into the kitchen, surprised but grateful to find the room empty. Pouring herself a glass of cold water, she takes small sips as she steals a look into the crowded living room.

Rick and Michonne are in the corner, pretending to slow dance but it's more a conversation with occasional slight swaying. Michonne is breathtaking in an emerald green sheath that showcases her shoulders. Carol's never seen her in makeup either, and she's delighted by how happy Michonne looks -- cherry red lipstick, brilliant green eyeshadow that matches her dress, and her face intent on whatever Rick's saying to her.

Carl and Jesus are engaged in what appears to be a very serious arm wrestling match, although since Jesus looks as if he's already done at least three or four shots, she gives Carl even odds if not better.

Morgan's "dancing" with Judith, her bare feet on his shoes and her tiny hands in his. Carol's heart hurts watching them, because if there's anything she understands, it's the pain that will always lurk beneath the surface of the enchanted grin Morgan's currently wearing. Doesn't matter though. Judith's bouncing and giggling, the hem of her magenta dress swishing around her pudgy legs, and for now that's so much more than enough.

"Nah, don't move. I'll grab some more paper plates. Just gimme a sec-" Daryl's words drift off and blend into the lyrics of "Purple Rain" as his eyes land on her and he just . . . stops.

"Damn."

For the longest moment, he's both looking at her and doing everything but -- his eyes flitting from her face to her shoulder to the counter to her legs to the sink to her face to her hair and finally back to her eyes.

"You look-" He shakes his head a tiny bit, and a shy grin touches the edge of his lips. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." She swallows and takes a gulp of her water, suddenly warmer than she was a minute ago.

This gives her a chance to realize she's not the only one who spent some time getting ready for the festivities.

Daryl's wearing dark jeans without a hole in sight and a deep grey, long-sleeved henley. His hair's so freshly washed it's not even quite dry, and he's pushed it away from his face, which at this exact moment is flushed an adorable shade of hot pink.

"You look pretty nice yourself." She says the sentence kind of as if it's all one word.

"Finally took a shower, like you said," he replies, deadpan, and the laughter that bubbles up in her at the memory makes it easier to breathe.

The music changes, some Chicago ballad she remembers from what feels like five lifetimes ago.

"You wanna dance?"

The question is so unexpected that it takes her a second to realize her facial expression must look as if he suggested parachute-free skydiving. "You . . . dance?"

Daryl shrugs. "Ain't good at it, but Merle wouldn't leave me alone until I learned a few things. Always tryin' to get me a date." He shifts on his feet and stares at the floor. "'S'fine if you don't feel like it. I'll grab the plates and-"

"No, I'd love to."

He reaches for her hand (astonishing her again, his palm warm and a little sweaty where it touches hers) and leads her into the living room. Everyone's paired up. Rick and Michonne. Carl and Enid. Aaron and Eric. Father Gabriel's apparently trying to teach Judith how to lead and that's not going too smoothly. Her tiny peals of laughter drift through the air.

Daryl holds Carol's hand and slips an arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer, but not enough to make her uncomfortable. That's when she smells the distinctive scent of whiskey floating over his cinnamon toothpaste. "Are you drunk?" she asks, laughter in her voice.

"Tryin' to be, yeah," he answers with a sigh. "This is a fuckin' nightmare. Was just waitin' for you to come downstairs, but I didn't think-"

"That I'd show up at all?"

He shakes his head. "That you'd look like-" He swallows. "There's no way to be ready for that dress."

"You are drunk."

He pulls back a fraction to look at her, and his eyes are suddenly very serious. "Y'think I gotta be drunk to notice your dress?"

Goddammit.

"I didn't mean that." (She kind of did mean that, but apparently it was the wrong answer.)

"Good." And he surprises her again by letting the momentary flare of irritation pass and drawing her back toward him, this time closer than before. She forces herself not to tense, because even though it makes her strangely nervous, dancing with him like this feels so . . . nice. She lets her chin rest on his shoulder and moves to the music, surprised by how good at this he is, even though she probably shouldn't be if Merle was his teacher. A few yards away, Carl's not having quite as much luck, and she bites her lip to keep from grinning as Enid yelps, "Ow!" and dissolves into giggles again while Carl's face flushes.

The music stops for a second. There's the plastic click of CD cases colliding while Eric searches for his next choice and then she hears the first bars of "Crazy For You."

When Sophia was in preschool, Carol would turn on the '80s station as soon as Ed had been gone for at least half an hour and there was no chance he'd come bursting back through the door, red-faced and cursing about something he'd forgotten. She could see herself humming absently, dancing around the kitchen while she carefully measured out the ingredients for perfect slow-cooker meatballs (although she could never put in as much spice as she liked because Ed would start yelling about how she was trying to give him an ulcer). She had no idea why she loved it so much, because the song left her feeling empty, lost, like something inside her was endlessly wishing and reaching for the impossible. She stirred cracker crumbs into ground beef and blinked away tears as she realized she'd never get the chance to feel that way about anyone, or know what it felt like to have someone feel that way about her. Lots of songs got to her a little bit in one way or another, but this one was different for some reason. Usually by the time it was over, she'd find herself staring out the window or at some neutral point on the blue flowered wallpaper in front of her. And she never once forgot to wash and dry her hands -- making sure not a touch of grease or flour was left over -- before she set the radio back to the terrible country station Ed loved. Sometimes, in hopes that it might improve his mood, she turned it on before he even drove into the garage.

"You okay?"

Daryl's voice almost startles her and she glances up to see the expression of puzzled concern on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, this song makes me-" But she doesn't even know the word she's looking for or have a clue what to add without deepening her own discomfort (and his too, she's sure).

"D'you wanna get out of here?" Daryl's voice is so low she can barely make out the words over Madonna's chorus. "Help me finish the Jack Daniels I stashed on the porch?"

"Yes please," she replies, and she should probably care about the edge of desperation that sharpens her words but she doesn't.

"Let's go." Daryl touches her elbow lightly to guide her toward the door, and a warm shiver spreads up her arm to the back of her neck, sparking in her hair.

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"So you were probably prom queen or some shit like that, right?" Daryl takes another impressively large swig from the bottle they're sharing and hands it back to her, clearing his throat a little as the liquor goes down.

They're leaning on the porch railing, staring out into the empty street. The only thing moving is the tiny outline of Rosita, pacing back and forth on the watch platform. It's a gorgeous night, the air cool enough to be refreshing without making her wish she had a sweater, and it's clear enough that she can see clusters of stars, the moon hanging like a shimmery sliver in the sky. The breeze feels soft and comforting as it lifts her hair, and she listens to the eerie, faraway hoot of an owl looking for dinner mixed with the muffled laughter drifting through the living room windows. She kinda wishes she'd rejected the pumps though. It's only been a couple hours and she's already losing circulation in her toes. If there's one positive side effect of having walkers everywhere, it's that comfortable shoes are encouraged.

She smirks at Daryl before taking her own oversized gulp. The liquid fizzes in her mouth and burns in her throat. It's not even good and she doesn't enjoy the taste at all, but she does enjoy the fierce spread of warmth that radiates off her skin the instant the alcohol hits her stomach (thanks to all of her pre-dance anxiety, she's eaten nothing today except half a chocolate bar Tara stole for her after their latest run, so the alcohol has an instant effect).

"Actually, smartass, I went to prom with my best friend Katie, because Adam Jakowski dumped me three weeks before."

"The fuck was wrong with that dickhead?" Daryl blurts out, kicking the tip of his boot against the railing.

She takes another long swallow and hands the bottle back to him, her fingers brushing his as they make the swap. "Doesn't matter. He was an asshole anyway. I think he wound up a hedge fund manager." She smooths the satin of her dress between her fingers. "Katie and I got ridiculously drunk and ate a lot of sour cream and onion potato chips." She laughs, the sound echoing down the quiet street. "One of the best nights of my life, honestly." She stares at one perfectly polished fingernail and her words are much quieter when she adds, "Which probably sounds pathetic."

"It doesn't."

Each word lands with vehemence she hadn't expected, and his shoulders tense before he raises the bottle to his lips again.

"Besides, I can top it," he mutters.

"Yeah?"

He hands the whiskey back to her and chokes out half a laugh, shaking his head. "There was this girl," he explains, scrubbing his hands over his face. "Melinda Tomlinson." His thumb rubs circles on the smooth wood of the railing. "I knew I could never get her to go to prom with me or any shit like that, but I just wanted to buy her a Coke or a sundae after school." He shrugs, locking his elbows and pushing against the railing to stand up straighter. "So one day I bothered to put on my only shirt that didn't have holes in it and I stole a pair of the jeans Merle saved for when he really wanted to score. And I asked her if she'd go to the ice cream shop with me after school."

The warmth of the alcohol seems far away now; she can tell where this story is going and it makes her cold inside. She squeezes her hands into fists and waits.

"She told me she didn't go out with guys who fix bikes for a living and have brothers who fuck hookers." He adds, "Her words," as if he suddenly needs to apologize for profanity. After one long, slow breath, he continues. "So on prom night I stole Merle's truck, drove three hours to this lake in the middle of nowhere, went swimming in the dark until I bumped up against some fuckin' thing I wasn't taking any chances on, and then drank so much that I woke up in the bed of the truck the next afternoon, half naked and sunburned as hell."

The words are flat, emotionless, like he's telling her that they'll need to find salt on the next run or reminding her that she should bring in the seedlings because it's probably gonna rain overnight. But his voice cracks in a few giveaway places and so does her heart.

Without even thinking, she takes the three steps required to close the distance between them and presses her arm right up against his, hard, taking three gulps of whiskey without even pausing to breathe.

He reaches for the bottle, grinning. "You might wanna slow down there. When was the last time you ate anything?"

"Shut up, I'm perfectly-" But at that precise second the whole world starts to shift a little. The trees aren't standing up like they're supposed to and the fence tilts at the wrong angle to the ground. Rosita looks as if she's walking up the platform instead of across it.

Daryl's arms have her instantly, and she's leaning back against his chest wondering why everything is spinning. "You were sayin'?" he asks, but his sarcasm is all affection and no edge. "Let's give this chair over here a try."

In one effortless movement, he swings her up and gently deposits her in the huge Adirondack chair at the far corner of the porch. Before she can open her mouth to protest, he's pulling her shoes off and sitting them neatly on the floor. "Maybe I should go make us some coffee," he offers, glancing toward the living room, undecided. Now that she's sitting down he's only moving in her vision a tiny bit.

"Stay with me for a few more minutes first?" She knows she's drunk because clearly her filter is set to all the way off, but in this exact moment it feels great.

Powerful.

Free.

"I'm not ready for tonight to be over yet."

"Me neither, surprisingly enough," he mutters, and the words are so quiet that if she knew him any less well she'd be 98% sure she imagined them. But he strides over and settles into the chair next to her, his body warm and comforting where it presses against her skin. She notices that he's not holding himself away from her, that he's letting his muscles relax.

They stay like that for a few minutes, and Carol stretches her newly-freed feet, feeling the numbness turn to pins and needles while she tries to guess which song is playing just from the beat. Might be "Billie Jean." They continue to pass the bottle back and forth, but she makes sure to keep her sips a whole lot smaller now.

The party sounds as if it might be winding down inside when she turns her face towards Daryl and says, "Well maybe-" at the exact moment he turns his towards her and says, "We should probably-"

And they both stop.

His eyes are so blue and confused even in the half-darkness of the porch, and she was sure that whole thing where it actually gets harder to breathe was probably only in crappy romance novels but apparently she was wrong because she feels like she doesn't have enough air and her face is very, very hot all of the sudden.

She can't help dropping her eyes to look at his lips; it's nothing more than a tenth of a second but she knows he didn't miss it.

Then she realizes he's doing the same thing, and her heart is slamming so fast she'd probably be scared if she didn't have at least five other things worrying her more.

The music from inside is definitely some sort of ballad now. She's guessing "Almost Paradise."

She lets her eyes meet Daryl's again, and the expression she finds there undoes what little was left of her resolve.

Years later, when her mind wanders while she's making soup or waiting for him to come to bed or this close to falling asleep with her fingers wrapped around his arm, she'll wonder what it was. The whiskey? The music? The chair? The stars?

But she licks the sting of Jack Daniels off her own lips and whispers, holding his gaze so he'll know for certain that she's not joking this time, "On the off chance you're wondering if I'd like you to kiss me, I would." She swallows. "Like you to kiss me."

His eyes widen, and for an agonizing, never-ending moment that hangs there in the quiet darkness like every terrible decision she's ever made, he doesn't move or speak.

And then he shifts just enough to free his arms, takes her face in both of his hands, looks at her for another long beat (but this time with enough of a smile in his eyes that at least she starts to breathe again), and touches her lips with his.

His kiss is soft at first, so gentle and tentative that it's barely there. He's tilting her face ever so slightly each time his lips touch hers, moving slowly, like he's making a map of her mouth.

But it's not even close to enough for her.

"Daryl," she whispers.

"Hmm?" He sucks on her lower lip, barely-there pressure, and her whole body is humming.

"More," she says, pushing his hands away and somehow managing (in a maneuver much more graceful than she deserves after that much whiskey) to toss one of her thighs over his so she's facing him, kneeling over his lap while she looks at his flushed face and forces herself not to think.

Instead, she picks up right where they left off, only this time she's the one making the rules. Her tongue smooths over his lower lip and she can feel the vibration that rises from his chest. Her heart's still slamming, but now it's in the best way, and she smiles when he opens his mouth to her kiss and lets her slide her tongue over his. She breathes in the whiskey and the peanut butter M&Ms he'd been eating before they came out here and honestly they shouldn't taste good together at all but it's perfect and she can't get enough. His hands glide up the back of her dress, fingers trailing over her shoulder blades and the bones of her spine until he's stroking the sides of her neck with his thumbs.

She can't remember the last time anything felt this good.

It isn't until the back of his index finger is absently brushing the top of her breast where it barely shows in her shiny dress that he shakes his head and takes her hands, pulling back.

"Hey, we gotta stop." He's gentle, but his grip on her hands is very firm.

"You don't wanna-"

He shakes his head, and the smile he breaks into in the next half second makes her feel melty all over again. "I do wanna." He takes one of her hands and holds it between his, kissing her knuckles, his chapped lips a little rough yet still soft. "But not when we've pretty much finished a bottle of whiskey between us."

"Being sober's not gonna change my mind," she mutters, lifting herself off him in a move a great deal less graceful than the one that landed her there and squishing herself into the corner of the chair. They’re both tense now, breathing hard.

"It's not gonna change my mind either." She feels his hand on her chin, tilting her head in his direction. "Hey. Look at me, please?"

She does, finally, letting her eyes drift up to meet his. The expression in his eyes is softer and more open than she's ever seen it (save maybe for a split second when she found him after Terminus), and any irritation she was trying to feel evaporates. "I just wanna remember everything," he says, and he rubs his thumb over her cheekbone before dropping his hand. "That's all."

Her eyes sting and her throat tightens, but she doesn't let herself look away when she reaches down to slip her hand into his. "Well, this isn't even close to how I thought tonight would go," she blurts out.

"Me neither." His thumb strokes the side of her wrist. "Figured you wouldn't show up and I'd probably get shit-faced and pass out in Aaron and Eric's garage." He leans his head back against the chair's dark wood and lets out a long breath. "Gotta admit, this is a hell of a lot nicer."

She rolls her eyes but regrets it immediately, closing them to shut out the swirl. "Wow, that was so much whiskey."

"Shit, I shoulda stopped you." She feels the brush of his fingers pushing her hair off her forehead.

"I wasn't exactly shoving the bottle away."

"Want me to sneak in there and bring you some Advil?"

"I should just go to bed. Shit, I have to make it across the whole living room to go upstairs." She winces, squinting at the light that glows through the window and outlines the bodies of everyone who's still dancing.

"Close your eyes. I'll wake you up and make sure you get upstairs when they're all gone."

"Daryl, that's ridic-"

"You think there's anyplace on earth I'd rather be right now?" He pauses, and she can feel his shoulder lift by her cheek as he breathes. "'Cause there ain't."

And it hits her.

She was wrong, dancing in the kitchen making meatballs, a decade and at least four lifetimes ago.

To him, she's the most important thing.

She always has been.

The realization makes her feel even more lightheaded, and she's not ready to deal with any of the mutinous feelings that are ganging up on her from every hidden passageway in her mind she thought she'd sealed off and bolted shut.

So she rearranges herself a little, to make it easier for her to rest her head on his shoulder.

"You good?" he asks, his fingers warm where they land on her forearm.

"Very," she whispers, letting her eyes slip shut again. She listens to the cellos that sound surprisingly far away and realizes that -- in spite of the epic headache she's guaranteed to have -- for the first time in years, she's not dreading the morning.

She's looking forward to it.

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#caryl #fanfic #apologies in advance for whatever the hell this is #but i love them omg #carol peletier

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by-thegrace · 7 years ago

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On Watching a Loved One Die

The past 10 days have been nothing short of a blur and while I sit on an airplane from Ft. Lauderdale, FL to Boston, MA I am finally getting a moment to breathe and think about what I have just experienced.

12 days ago my mother received an early morning phone call letting her know that her dad, my papa, had suffered a stroke sometime during the night/early morning and had been found at home, unconscious, by a neighbor. My nana was away visiting family in New York but would be taking the first flight available to get back to Florida. She had asked the doctor on the phone, “On a scale from 1-10, how bad was this stroke?” The doctor answered her without hesitating, “9”. My mom made the decision to fly down to her old stomping grounds of Ft. Lauderdale, Florida to meet my nana and be with my papa as decisions would need to be made and we didn’t know if my papa would be able to pull through the first 24 hours following the stroke.

To our surprise, when my mom got to Florida, my papa was actually quite alert. He was paralyzed on the right side of his body, and could not talk. The stroke affected nearly 70% of his brain, so it was a miracle at all that he was able to recognize family. He communicated by squeezing hands, mustering a half smile, grunts and eye brow expressions. My mom spent that first weekend with him and papa seemed to be pulling through. On the Monday following the stroke, however, he suffered a massive heart attack while in the CCU (critical care unit). Due to the severity of his stroke, the doctors were not able to operate on his heart. As one could imagine, a massive heart attack following a massive stroke took quite a tole on his body. When I heard about the heart attack, I decided to take an emergency flight to Florida to see my papa and be a support to my mom.

When I arrived in Florida, we drove to the hospital where I was able to see my papa for the first time in close to a year and a half. Unfortunately, our reunion was not a happy one- my papa was restlessly sleeping, was experiencing extremely labored breathing and just seemed to simply be in pain. I spoke gently in his ear letting him know that I was there, but received no indication that he heard me. I went home with my mom that night discouraged that I potentially arrived too late and that he might pass during the night. Luckily, we awoke the next morning to him feeling much better than the night before. He was given a little morphine to ease his pain and instantly recognized me when I walked in the room. I was able to hold his hand, look him in the eye, sing to him and kiss his cheek. He knew I was there and I was grateful.

To make a long story short, we remained in the hospital those next few days. Some days, we would arrive at 7:30 am and not leave again until 10 or 11 at night. I ate close to three meals a day in a hospital cafeteria, I held my nana when she rocked with sobs, I got to know lots of nurses, I sang in my grandfather’s ear. Finally, on Thursday June 15th, we made the difficult, but necessary, decision to move my grandfather into hospice care. Papa arrived at hospice at 3:30 in the afternoon and I could instantly tell how much more comfortable he was. The bed was bigger, he wasn’t fighting with tubes and machines attached to his body, he wasn’t dealing with the constant buzz and energy of a critical care unit. He was in his own room, peacefully sleeping.

The hospice staff and accommodations were incredible. There was a family room with a kitchen, coffee pot, food in the fridge, TV and more for family to pass time in between visits to their loved ones. There were showers available for guests, a quiet room for prayer and reflection; the lights were dim and the entire environment was simply…. peaceful. Close to 10 of us sat around my papas bed, taking turns holding his hand, recounting memories and spending time with another. Around 7 pm, we ordered take out from a local restaurant and ate together in the family room. After dinner, everyone decided to head home for a little while in order to change, freshen up and for some people to go to bed. My nana and aunt were planning on staying the night so that papa wouldn’t be alone. When everyone said that they would be heading home, I volunteered to stay with my grandfather until they got back. I remember my mom saying to me before leaving, “Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?” I assured her I’d be fine and to not worry about rushing back.

After a flurry of people said goodnight, it was just me and my papa. I was sitting on his right side, the side affected most by the stroke, holding his hand and cooling his hot forehead with my other hand. I remember saying something out loud like, “Alright Papa, it’s just you and me now. I’m here and I love you… you’ve been the best papa I could have ever asked for. It’s okay for you to let go. I’m here.” And then I started singing…. first Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love” and then moving onto “Amazing Grace”. Around the third verse of Amazing Grace, I started to notice his breathing becoming even more shallow and the breaths further apart. I remember consciously thinking to myself, “He’s dying… I’m going to be here with him when he dies”. I became choked up and my heart started racing, but I was also filled with a pretty incredible peace and understanding of what was happening and that it was my job in that moment to support him, love him and help make this transition as peaceful as possible. I continued singing the third verse of Amazing Grace… “… and Grace has brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead us home” I noticed one gasp for air, then about ten seconds before he took one more big gasp and then stillness. I counted to 60 before kissing his forehead and going to get the nurse. With tearful eyes, I approached the nurses table and said, “Hi… so sorry to bug you but I think my grandfather just passed”. They said something like, “Oh my God, honey, I’m so sorry… let’s go check”. One nurse named Inna went with me back to his room and took his blood pressure- the screen read error and she said “I’m calling the time of death as 10:34 pm”. I made the necessary phone calls and my family arrived back at the hospital within 10 minutes. I held his hand for those entire 10 minutes, cherishing the warmth that was still inside of them.

Watching someone die is a truly surreal thing. The next morning, my seven year old cousin Ashlynn innocently said to me, “Were you scared?”. I think, in the moment, I was a little bit scared…. because I knew what was happening and I knew that his last moments on earth would be with me…. which is a task and a blessing all in one. I was also more peaceful, though, than I could have ever anticipated. I have to believe that my papa chose that moment to let go. He had been surrounded by people all day… it seems to be a little more than coincidence that he would die fifteen minutes after everyone had left. They say that hearing is the last sense to go… I have to believe he felt some comfort in hearing me talk to him and sing to him in those final moments. I have to believe that somewhere in his body, he gave himself that last little bit of strength to say “it’s okay, I can go now”. I have to believe he knew I’d be able to handle it. I have to believe that he knew I was there with him.

No one can prepare you for the death of a loved one. No one can prepare you on how to console others after the death of a loved one. I held my mom, my nana, my uncle, my aunts and many more this week as they cried over my papa’s loss of life. And even now, while writing this, I am filled with a little bit of anxiety because there is no one in my family who can quite understand what it was like to see him breathe his last. I am the only person who witnessed that- who spent those last few minutes with him. It’s impossible to communicate. I hope I did a good job.

I’ll never understand or know fully why I was in that room when my grandfather died…. why it was not my mother (his first born child), my nana (the love of his life), my uncle (his only son). I am grateful, though, that I was able to use my voice in those last few moments. My voice has brought me through some of life’s more beautiful and devastating moments. It has always been such a piece of my identity, and it brings me comfort to know that it just might have brought my papa comfort. I’m grateful for my papa. I’m grateful that I was able to hold his hand a lot last week, and that I was able to smell his unmistakeable “papa smell”, and that I was able to help him and support him since he has been such a support in my life. I was grateful at the funeral when so many of his friends said to me, “He spoke of you so often. He loved you endlessly”. I’m grateful for my faith. Because of it, I KNOW my Papa is in a better place and that he’s completely free of pain and earthly worries. I was grateful when I looked into the sky tonight and saw a beautiful pink sunset, because I know my papa was a part of that. I’m grateful to know that this might even mean I have another angel watching over me and helping me figure this life thing out.

I love you, Papa. Keep an eye on me from up there.

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Victoria & Michael's Lush Estancia Wedding in La Jolla

Of all the San Diego wedding DJs calling America’s finest city home, Victoria & Michael chose me to DJ and MC their Estancia wedding in La Jolla on Friday the 13th of September, 2019. The following write-up is based on San Diego DJ Staci’s crazy organized & detailed outline for this Estancia wedding.

THE ESTANCIA WEDDING CEREMONY

Prelude ➔ All the Small Things – Vitamin String Quartet, Bad Guy – Vitamin String Quartet, Doin’ it Right – Vitamin String Quartet, Don’t Stop Believing – Strung Out Strings, Jurassic Park Theme – John Williams/Vitamin String Quartet, Hide and Seek – Vitamin String Quartet, Home – Vitamin String Quartet, Lost Woods – Patti Rudisill, Million Reasons – Vitamin String Quartet, River Flows in You (original) – Yiruma, Still Into You – Vitamin String Quartet, Legend of Zelda Main Theme – Koji Kondo/Vitamin String Quartet, The Only Exception – Vitamin String Quartet

Everyone Else’s Processional ➔ Feeling This Vitamin String Quartet

Bride’s Processional ➔ “The Winner Is,” DeVotchka

Ribbon Handfasting Ceremony ➔ no song

Recessional (start song during kiss) ➔ “Running,” No Doubt

THE COCKTAIL HOUR & DINNER MUSIC

While San Diego DJ Staci offers couples pre-set cocktail & dinner playlists to choose from, Victoria & Michael opted to hand-select their background music for their Estancia wedding in La Jolla.

Cocktail Music ➔ 1. A Walk Through Hell – Say Anything, 2. Cabin By the Sea – Dirty Heads, 3. Dreams – The Cranberries, 4. Hard to Concentrate – Red Hot Chilli Peppers, 5. Ho Hey – The Lumineers, 6. I’ll Be Here Awhile – 311, 7. Lazy Afternoon – Rebelution, 8. Lucky – Jason Mraz/Colbie Caillat, 9. Moon, Roll Me Away – You, Me, and Everyone We Know, 10. Pretty Woman – Roy Orbison, 11. Only One – YellowCard, 12. Passionfruit – Drake, 13. Riptide- Vance Joy, 14. Rollercoaster – Bleachers, 15. Sherry – Frankie Valli, 16. Space Song – Beach House, 17. Stand By Me – The Trojans, 18. Sun Flower – Post Malone/Swae Lee, 19. Tijuana Sunrise – Goldfinger, 20. Vacation Town – Front Bottoms, 21. Wagon Wheel – Old Crow Medicine Show, 22. What’s My Age Again – Richard Cheese, 23. Wouldn’t It Be Nice – The Beach Boys

Dinner Music ➔ All of Me – Billie Holiday, Can’t Help Falling in Love – Elvis Presley, Come Fly with Me – Frank Sinatra, Cool – Gwen Stefani, Crimson And Clover – Tommy James and The Shondells, Dammit – Thin Dark Line, Divine Intervention – Taking Back Sunday, Earth Angel – The Penguins, Falling Slowly – Glen Hansard, Feeling This – Richard Cheese, First Day of My Life – Bright Eyes, Fly Me To The Moon – Frank Sinatra, Fooled Around and Fell In Love – Elvin Bishop, Happy If You’re Happy – Matt and Kim, Hey Ya (solo version) – Obidiah Parker, I’ll Be Seeing You – Billie Holiday, I’ll Be There – The Jackson 5, I’m Yours – JasonMraz, It Don’t Exist – Bayside, I Want To Hold Your Hand – T.V. Carpio, I Want to Know your – Say Anything, Kiss Me – Sixpence None the Richer, Landing Feet First – Bayside, Linger – The Cranberries, Lost Stars – Adam Levine, Montauk – Bayside, My Girl – The Temptations, On Love, On Life – Bayside, Oye Como Va – Willie Colon, Quando Caliente El Sol – Django Williams, (Sittin’ On) the Dock of The Bay – Otis Redding, Sloth’s Revenge – Dirty Heads, Take Me Home Country Roads – Mountain Man, Thank You – Led Zeppelin, The Only Exception – Paramore, The Very Thought of you – Billie Holiday, Underneath it All – No Doubt, What’s Up? – 4 Non Blondes, A Real Hero – College, Come and Get Your Love – Red Bone, Hotel California – Gipsy Kings, Lovefool – The Cardigans, Such Great Heights – The Postal Service

THE ESTANCIA WEDDING RECEPTION

My Welcome ➔ “Good evening! Welcome to Victoria & Michael’s wedding reception!!! I am the Master of Ceremonies, DJ Staci. Please take your seats so we can officially welcome our guests of honor. Please be sure to post your photos today with #TurningOverANewLeeph. Be sure to stop by the photo booth outside & get your photo taken as well. If you need to charge your devices, I do have a mini charging station up here including some universal chargers…Ladies & gentlemen, are you ready to meet the wedding party…?”

Grand Entrance ➔ “Take on Me,” Reel Big Fish

1. Give it up for Bridesmaid Alyssa & Groomsman Joe!!!

2. Show some love to Bridesmaid Mary & Groomsman Matt!!!

3. Please welcome Bridesmaid Jodie & Groomsman Eric!!!

4. Give it up for Bridesmaid Jessie & Groomsman Paul!!!

5. Show some love to Bridesmaid Rachel & Groomsman Sean!!!

6. Please welcome Maid of Honor Natasha & Best Man Joey!!!

➔ “Have Faith in Me,” A Day To Remember (cue to 2:26) ➔ Ladies & gentlemen, get on your feet to welcome–for the FIRST TIME EVER—Mr. Michael & Mrs. Victoria T——-!!!”

➔ First Dances ➔ “Down by the Water,” The Drums (fade out @ 2:34) ➔ “Grow Old with You,” Adam Sandler (start at 0:28) ➔ fade last song early: no ➔ no announcement

➔ Newlywed Brief Welcome/Thank You Speech ➔ yes

5:55 PM +/- ➔ Meal Served: plated

6:40-7:00 PM ➔ B&G offsite sunset photos

7:10 PM +/- ➔ Toasts ➔ champagne pour ➔ “Ladies & gentlemen, may I have your attention please for the toasts. Please welcome our first speaker:”

➔ Best Man Joey

➔ Maid of Honor Natasha

➔ Father-Daughter Dance ➔ “Good Night My Angel,” Billy Joel ➔ fade early: no ➔ “About her father, Victoria says: My favorite memory from childhood with my dad is when he rocked me to sleep under the colorful Christmas tree star light. The most important thing he taught me was proper spelling & grammar. And now lets welcome Victoria & her father, Chef Joe, to the dance floor to share a special dance.”

➔ Mother-Son Dance ➔ “Ooh Child,” Five Stairsteps (fade early: 1:20) ➔ “What Is Life,” George Harrison (fade early: 2:00) ➔ “About his mother, Michael says: I am so grateful for the life my mom gave me. She is always supportive, & I can always turn to her. Now let’s welcome Michael & his mother, Jeannie, to the dance floor to share a special dance.”

➔ Group Photo on Dance Floor

➔ Open Dancing

8:35 PM ➔ Bouquet Toss ➔ “I’ve Just Seen a Face,” Jim Sturgess

10:25 PM ➔ Last Dance ➔ “Laugh Til I Cry,” The Front Bottoms

VICTORIA & MICHAEL’S DANCE MUSIC RECIPE

Music Rating ➔ R &X-rated OK

Requests ➔ no requests*

Priority During Dancing ➔ maximum dancing/use my expertise to read the crowd

Genres ➔ Top 40/Pop, 80s Pop/Rock/New Wave, 90s R&B/Boy Bands/Pop, Oldies, 70s/Classic Rock, Motown/Funk, Electronic Dance Music, 2000s

M U S T – P L A Y S

Come on Eileen – Save Ferris, Plastic Stars – Freezepop, Doin’ It Right – Daft Punk, Don’t Stop Me Now – Queen, Grown Up – Danny Brown, Brown Eyed Girl – Reel Big Fish, La Bamba – Ritchie Valens, Bad Guy – Billie Eilish, West Coast – Fidlar, Doses and Mimosas – Cherub

P L A Y I F Y O U C A N

1. Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell, 2. American Girl – Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers, 3. A Praise Chorus – Jimmy Eat World, 4. Be My Lover – La Bouche, 5. Build Me Up Butter Cup – The Foundations, 6. California Love – 2Pac, 7. Daylight – Matt and Kim, 8. Day ‘N’ Night (Nightmare) – Kid Cudi, 9. Diane Young – Vampire Weekend, 10. Enola Gay – Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark, 11. Feel Good Inc. – Gorillaz, 12. Firework – Katy Perry, 13. Fly – Sugar Ray, 14. Get Away – CHVRCHES, 15. Get Lucky – Daft Punk, 16. Giving Up The Gun – Vampire Weekend, 17. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger – Daft Punk, 18. Hooked on a Feeling – Blue Suede, 19. I Love It – Icona Pop, 20. I’m a Believer – Monkees, 21. (I’m Gonna Be) 500 Miles – MXPX, 22. In Too Deep – Sum 41, 23. Jump in The Line – Harry Belfonte, 24. Just Can’t Get Enough – Depeche Mode, 25. Just Dance – Lady Gaga, 26. Lose Yourself to Dance – Daft Punk, 27. Mambo No. 5 – Lou Bega, 28. Memory – Sugarcult, 29. Mickey – B*Witched, 30. Midnight City – M83, 31. Move Your Feet – Junior Senior, 32. Pon De Replay – Rihanna, 33. Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) – The Offspring, 34. Pump Up The Jam – Technotronic, 35. Scatman (Ski-Ba-Bop- Ba- Dop- Bop) – Scatman John, 36. September – Earth, Wind, Fire, 37. Shoop – Salt-N-Pepa, 38. Smoke Two Joints – Richard Cheese, 39. Spirit In The Sky – Norman Greenbaum, 40. Steal My Sunshine – Len, 41. Superman – Goldfinger, 42. U Can’t Touch This – MC Hammer, 43. Vacation – The Go- Go’s, 44. Wake Me Up Before you Go-Go – Wham!, 45. What is Love – Haddaway, 46. Work it – Missy Elliot, 47. You’re The One That I Want – Grease, 48. You Spin Me Round – Dead or Alive, 49. Good as Hell – Lizzo

D O N O T P L A Y S

None

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Again, I was honored to be the one and only San Diego wedding DJ Veronica & Michael trusted with their Estancia wedding in La Jolla. Thank you!

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*DJ Staci no longer DJs weddings in which guests are not allowed to make requests due to the negative online reviews the guests leave.

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