#rhythm secret for beginners

[runninriot]

written for the @steddiesongfics may prompt

(David Bowie - Absolute Beginners, 1986)

wc: 1986 | rated: t | tags: Steddie in love, newly established relationship, fluff, background characters, Good Uncle Wayne Munson | also on ao3

As long as we’re together, the rest can go to hell

Waking up in Eddie’s arms for the first time feels unreal. Like maybe he’s not really awake after all. Maybe Steve’s still stuck in a beautiful dream and the sound of the other man’s peaceful breathing is just a fragment of his imagination. But he can feel Eddie’s chest rise and fall beneath his head, can feel the comfortable weight of Eddie’s arm on his back, the soothing warmth of his skin.

Maybe it is real.

Maybe they actually, finally got their shit together – as Robin would say.

    God, Robin would be so smug if she could see him right now, nuzzling Eddie’s skin, sinking deeper into the sleeping man’s arms.

She’d known there was something going on, told him so but never pushed. Even before that night Eddie came out to them a few months back. Where Robin told him her secret, too, and Steve didn’t even know he had one of his own to share.

Before Steve realised what that funny feeling was. What it meant to have a riot of butterfly wings create a storm in his stomach, to have his heartbeat set the rhythm to a song he’s never heard before.

Man, she will be so proud of herself when- if they tell her.

They will tell her, right?

They’ll them all – Robin, Nance, the kids...

Dustin.

    Oh God, what will Dustin say if they tell him that they’re-

Together?

Are they together?

Is this- Is this what they are?

It must be, right?

Eddie told him he loves him. Kept repeating the words over and over again between kisses. Said it so many times, Steve had no reason to believe it wasn’t true.

It must be true because Steve wants it to be true.

Eddie is-

This isn’t just a stupid crush, some made-believe infatuation with his high school sweetheart. Steve isn’t a stupidly naive teenager anymore. He knows the difference between simply searching for affection and truly wanting to be with someone.

He is in love with Eddie. That’s a fact. Unshakeable like the fact that water is wet, the sun is hot, and the moon is 238.700 miles away from earth (yes, he does listen to Dustin ramble about his stupid nerd interests sometimes, thank you very much).

He’s in love and although this is all very scary and new, he wants their friends to know about them. Wants them to be happy for them.

But what if they’re not?

What if the fact that he’s in love with another man gives Mike one more reason to hate him? What if Lucas refuses to let Steve coach him because of it? What if it doesn’t work out and Dustin has to choose between him and Eddie? What if-

   “I can hear you think.”

Steve startles when Eddie tightens his arms around him, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. And when he looks up at Eddie, Steve finds two sleepy eyes blinking back at him.

   “Morning, baby,” Eddie says through a smile and-

Steve’s heart immediately does that thing again and there’s this familiar feeling in his gut, and Eddie looks so soft in the warm morning light that Steve just can’t not kiss him.

   “Morning,” Steve finally answers when they part – Eddie’s hand still holding his face, beautiful eyes looking right into his soul, and Steve feels like flying.

   “Hm, so that’s not what it’s about, huh?”

Steve’s confused, doesn’t know what Eddie is talking about and it must show on his face because Eddie chuckles before he continues.

   “For a moment I was scared you’ve gotten all nervous and fidgety because you were- I don’t know. That maybe you had doubts. About this?” He moves his free hand between the two of them, pointing at himself and back at Steve.

   “But I guess you kissing me despite my morning breath must mean you-“

Steve shuts him up with another press of lips, morning breath be damned. He won’t give Eddie any reason to even think for another second that he doesn’t want this. Because he does. He wants this, them, together. Probably more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life.

He shakes his head, doesn’t know how to express all those things that are rattling his mind. How to tell Eddie what goes on in his head without stumbling over the words, without twisting his tongue, without making a fool of himself because-

They’ve only just woken up and it’s the first time they’re in bed together and instead of just enjoying the moment, instead of being in the here and now, Steve is already like, 238.700 steps ahead.

   “Talk to me, Stevie. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

Steve slowly relaxes into the pleasant feeling of Eddie’s fingers gently scraping along the back of his neck like he’s trying to coax the words out of him, trying to help slow down his racing thoughts. And somehow, it works.

   “I was just-“ Steve takes a deep, grounding breath, “I was just wondering if we should tell the others. About us. A-about us being... boyfriends?”

Steve feels heat spreading in his face, feels the blush creep from his cheeks to his ears.

He didn’t mean to make it sound like a question but they haven’t really defined what they are, yet. They’ve been way too busy making out, kissing, touching – God, how could he not have been completely distracted by the way Eddie kissed him. The way he painted his neck in love-coloured bruises. How he worshipped Steve’s whole body with his lips like he was something special, something worth taking his time with.

And oh, his time he took, that teasing bastard. Made it his mission to kiss every goddamn mole and freckle on Steve’s body. Started counting them with his lips, his tongue, tracing his fingers over every inch of his exposed skin. Kissed him where no one had ever kissed him before, his touch so careful and gentle it only made Steve crazy for more, more, more.

By the time Eddie finally put his mouth on him, Steve was already so far gone that it took not even 30 seconds for him to lose it. But then Eddie didn’t give him a chance to feel embarrassed about it, just kept kissing him, touching him, showering him in sweet little nothings that meant everything to Steve.

   “Steve? You with me?”

    Hm? Oh.

   “S-sorry. What did you say?” Steve smiles apologetically, relieved when Eddie chuckles lightly.

   “I said. Yes, boyfriends. If you want that? And yes to telling people. God, I can’t wait to see Dustin’s stupid little face when he hears that I, Eddie Munson, get to date the hottest guy in Hawkins. Hell, the hottest guy in the entire fucking world!”

Eddie balls his fist and punches the air like he’s just won a competition, and the excitement in his voice is infectious, startles a loud and very unsexy snort out of Steve.

   “Take that, Dustin! So much for teasing me for my lack of success in the dating department. Ha! Oh, but Mike will be devastated. Everyone knows he’s got the biggest crush on you.”

   “What?! Shut up, he does not!” Steve is screeching now, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

   “You think I’m lying? Ask Lucas! He was the one that told me. Said he doesn’t quite get it but Lucas only has eyes for Max so, of course he doesn’t.”

   “Eddie, stop! I don’t believe it. Mike hates me! Sometimes I could swear he’s doing his best to pretend I don’t even exist.”

   “Tell yourself whatever makes you feel good, baby,” Eddie winks, smiles so bright it’s like he’s the sun himself. Bright like the sun and just as hot.

(How hot is the sun? Dustin will know, he’ll ask him next time he sees him.)

   “Robin will be a tough one, though.”

   “Huh? Robin? She’s literally one of us, Eds. Why should she of all people have any problem with us being together?”

Eddie must sense his concern, because he glides his thumb over Steve’s furrowed brows to smooth out the worry lines, kisses him on the forehead like that’s gonna stop his mind from reeling.

Weirdly enough, it does.

   “Well, duh! She’ll be so happy for you. It’s me I’m worried about.”

Eddie winks at him and that’s when Steve finally catches on. He huffs out a laugh, rolls his eyes in fake-annoyance, can’t not smile when Eddie offers him the saddest, most convincing puppy eyes he’s ever seen.

   “She’s going to kill me if I ever so much as make you mad or, god forbid, sad for whatever reason.”

   “Oh that’s easy to avoid. Just never make me mad or sad and you’ll be fine,” Steve mocks him, knows deep down Eddie would never anyway.

   “What about-“ Steve realises he hasn’t even thought about that before.

They’re at the trailer. Steve heard Wayne come home from his night shift a while ago, knows the man’s still awake, considering the noise coming from the outside Eddie’s bedroom.

   “Do you want to tell Wayne? It’s okay if not. We don’t- We can just pretend nothing has changed. I don’t want him to get mad. Or, or worse.”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to look worried and Steve gets it. He couldn’t even think about telling his own parents. His father would- No, he’ll just have to keep this from them. Not like they ever really care for what goes on in his life anyway.

   “Come on.”

    What?

Eddie throws back the blanket they shared, leaving them both naked and exposed to the light of the day, the reality of the night before hitting them both with a rush of childish embarrassment, sending a deep blush into both their faces, both not used to being so vulnerably bare in front of each other.

But Eddie seems to regain his composure quickly, untangles from Steve’s arms and jumps out of the bed.

He grabs two pairs of boxers and sweatpants and shirts from his dresser, tossing half of them at Steve who’s still too stunned to speak.

   “Eddie, what-”

   “Hurry up, sweety! I smell coffee.”

Steve follows Eddie, nervously fussing with his hair in a weak attempt to make himself more presentable, less... ‘spent the night making out with your nephew’, hiding behind Eddie when Wayne catches sight of them.

   “Morning boys. Coffee?” The man grumbles, not even batting an eye when Eddie abruptly turns, grabs Steve by the face, and plants a kiss right on his mouth.

   “Yes, please. Me and my boyfriend would love a nice cup of coffee. Don’t we, Stevie?”

Eddie beams at him, a teeth-flashing grin on his face, and Steve wants to kill him. Wants to kiss him even more. Doesn’t know what to say, what to do. Just stands there, frozen in shock, dumbly nodding to answer the question he only vaguely remembers has been asked.

   “I see.” Wayne stands up from the armchair he was sitting in, walks over to them, blank expression on his face.

He exhales deeply and Steve holds his breath, not ready for whatever comes next.

   “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

Eddie shoots his uncle a look, rolls his eyes, scoffs – and Steve feels the weight of a thousand worlds fall off his shoulders.

(How much does one earth weigh? He’ll ask Dustin. Maybe he-)

   “You better treat him right, son. You do not wanna get in trouble with me for hurting him, you hear me?”

Steve’s mouth falls open in disbelief when he realises those words are directed at Eddie and not at him.

That’s what finally cuts the tension. Steve starts laughing, loud and whole-heartedly, feels lighter, better than ever before.

He kisses Eddie again, because he can. They’re in love, and that’s okay.

And as long as they’re together, the rest can go to hell.

[redtsundere-writes]

Part 7: Potential

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering.Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst.

Word Count: 3856 words.

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A cheerful, badly played melody bounced within the dark walls of the castle. For a couple of hours, seemingly random notes sang a song that Sukuna knew perfectly well. One by one, it slowly played. The lovely song lightly drifted into the busy king's office. Usually, he liked to keep the door closed so that no one would disturb him while he worked, but since a pretty musician was playing, he didn't mind listening to the beautiful melody despite the mistakes.

Sukuna stretched his six limbs over the mahogany desk after a long day of reading and doing tedious paperwork. It was a necessary task to keep abreast of what was going on in the kingdom. Every decision he made only favored him, but being a curse, it gave his own race an advantage over humans. Nimbly, he stacked the documents on their respective shelves to finish for the day. He was the only one who could touch his desk, as his greatest secrets were kept there.

Sukuna prowled throughout the corridors, his footsteps echoing to the rhythm of the melody playing in the background. It was important to stretch the legs after spending a full day sitting down. The music gradually intensified as he approached the game room. Taking his time to enjoy the song more. He peeked through the open door to watch you carefully. There you were, in front of the giant piano as you stared at the beginner piano book you had borrowed from the library.

You had always wanted to learn to play the piano. When your mother used to take you to dances, you always loved watching the musicians move their fingers nimbly and elegantly on their shiny instruments. There was something about the pianists that caught your attention, maybe it was the way they swayed their bodies to the music or their intense focus. Whatever it was, it was fascinating how their hands could produce such magic. Unfortunately, you were from a modest family, so you could never get near a piano. Not until you started serving Sukuna.

The first time you entered the game room, your eyes sparkled at the sight of the magnificent black piano that sat mysteriously in the far corner. You were supposed to clean the library, but admiring the piano for a moment wouldn’t hurt. You approached it cautiously, inches away from the majestic instrument. Your fingers caressed the perimeter of the soundboard, and you smiled to yourself as you carefully admired it. Curiosity led you to inspect its interior, and you touched one of the strings, eliciting a short sound. You quickly pulled your hand away, worried someone might hear you wasting time. Glancing at the door, you waited to see if anyone would peek in to check who had disturbed the icy silence of the castle. Fortunately, no one noticed.

As soon as the king announced you as the winner of this year's hunt, you knew what you would spend on your week off. Every day, after breakfast, you would head to the game room to find the grand piano you had fallen in love with at first sight. You would read the beginner's manual, repeat the exercises to the best of your understanding and then rest your fingers for a while. Your free time was spent reading books that caught your attention, even though you didn’t understand half of the complex vocabulary. It wasn’t that you couldn’t read, but the intricacy of the texts was challenging. When you didn't want to play the piano or read, you would look for Mrs. Inoue to help her with some of her homework.

Sukuna had noticed your peculiar routine during your week off. Despite having received a wonderful week off from work, you were in the playroom practicing piano, trying to read complex texts or helping the other servants finish their work. Whenever you tried to help Mrs. Inoue, he always stayed in the shadows, watching you argue with your old friend. You would ask him to let you help and Mrs. Inoue would refuse your kind offers because you deserved a break. It didn't matter if it was hanging blankets in the sun, peeling vegetables or dusting vases, you wanted to help your companions, but they would end up running you out of the room. Sukuna was amused to see you return to the playroom, frustrated at your desire to be productive. You were hardworking, and that was both your best and worst quality.

Your fingers descended one by one on the piano as you stuck out your tongue in concentration. Although you often made mistakes, the song you were trying to play didn't sound too bad. Sukuna could follow the rhythm you had established in the room. Your body moving from side to side mesmerized him like a flirtatious snake in a pretty basket. The temptation to come closer until you released the bite was irresistible. You lost in your musical world until you heard the door open.

“King Sukuna,” you whispered in surprise when you saw who it was. You stood up and bowed out of fear and respect. “I'm sorry if I disturbed you, I…". You immediately defended yourself, worried you had disturbed him with the noise.

“Keep playing," he ordered as he approached you.

You didn't expect that answer at all, but you obeyed immediately. You returned to the position where you left the song. Sukuna sat next to you on the stool as he watched you play. Your breathing altered and your fingers began to tremble as you felt his imposing presence so close. You were making more mistakes now than before. You had to concentrate to satisfy the king's ear.

“I'm sorry, I'm not very good,” you apologized between stutters, without taking your eyes off the piano.

“I can see that," Sukuna said bluntly. It felt like a punch to your ego, but you didn't give up trying to please him. “Not bad for a beginner.” You smiled softly at the half compliment.

Sukuna watched you for a while before deciding to take possession of the piano. While you played the melody, he helped you with the chords. Little by little you merged in the music and the intimacy of the moment. Your fingers moved in tandem to create the same piece. At times, your skins brushed fleetingly against each other, dangerously close to wanting to do something beyond just touching. Your heart fluttered endlessly and there was no way you could stop it.

The king was a magnificent pianist. With four hands and incredible hand-eye coordination, it was clear he excelled. He could play any piece of music he set his mind to with ease and elegance. You were so amazed by his skills that, without realizing it, you stopped playing just to listen to him. As soon as your hands moved away from the keys, Sukuna stopped.

“What's wrong?” he asked, confused.

“The song sounds better without me,” you answered, ashamed of not being able to keep up with him. Sukuna took both of your hands with his left arms to subtly place them on the keys again.

“Once you learn, the song will sound more beautiful than you can imagine,” Sukuna promised, waiting for you to play again.

There was something in that sentence that stuck with you. You knew he was talking about a simple piano song, but your heart had been left with the impression that he was referring to you. You smiled broadly before playing again. Sukuna couldn't help but be infected by your smile. He faced away to prevent you from seeing the effect you were having on him. This was the perfect opportunity to ask you something that has been plaguing his mind for the past few months.

“You seem to like spending time with me," he said, glancing at you to see your reaction.

“I was afraid before, but I have gotten used to being around you,” you answered without taking your eyes off the book held by the lectern.

You were sure that Sukuna treated you differently from the other servants and liked that. It made you feel unique and special. Although, it could also terrify you and leave you frozen. However, you loved spending time with him. Whether it was tidying his room or washing his hair, being in his presence stimulated you mentally and physically. You couldn't help but want more of what was allowed, the forbidden fruit in the eternal garden.

“What do you think about spending more time with me?” Sukuna asked you, hiding his nervousness about what was coming.

“What do you mean?”

“Marry me.”

Your fingers fell on the keys, causing a shrill sound. You interrupted the song to realize the situation. "Did I hear that right?" you wondered in shock. Your head turned slowly to face him. Sukuna was looking at you with a poker face. He looked like he was serious.

“Me? With you?” you asked between nervous stutters.

“No, with the piano.” Sukuna answered sarcastically. You looked at the piano in disbelief. “Of course with you, dumbass,” Sukuna laughed, offended that you were paying attention to the piano in the middle of an important conversation.

“What? Why? I'm just a servant,” you replied nervously before getting up from the stool to process the situation you were suddenly pushed into.

“Are you going to refuse your king's generous offer?” Sukuna challenged you. Your eyes widened at the question.

“Of course not. I couldn't,” you said so he wouldn't take it as an act of rebellion, still confused.

A blush seeped into your face. You knew the king liked you to a certain extent. You never thought he felt so strongly about you…if he did. It was common for people to marry for the benefits that came along with the papers. Social status, sex in excess, and access to wealth were things your mother talked about every time she instigated the concept of marriage to you and your sisters. The thing was, you had none of those things. Social status? 0. You were just a slave who was treated well. Excessive sex? No idea about that. You were more virgin than olive oil. Wealth? You're lucky your mother received money for you, she would have sold you for a sack of potatoes. In your eyes, you had nothing of value to offer him.

Sukuna approached you and grabbed your chin so you could look him in the eye. A small touch that made your breath hitch. He could read the insecurity in your eyes. It was funny. A week ago you had jumped into his arms from a deadly height without a second thought, but here you were, hesitating to marry the person you were meant to serve with your life. Sometimes he wondered where your moral line was.

“So? What’s stopping you?” Sukuna asked.

“I want to know what will happen once I accept,” you explained.

“I didn’t expect less.” Sukuna thought, satisfied. He knew that you were wiser than you looked. You knew you didn’t have where to run. It was written in stone that you would marry him, but you didn’t understand what that entailed. Sukuna approached one of the bookshelves to pull out a map. You got close to the table where he extended it. Small particles of dust flew like tiny fairies that shined against the light coming from the skylight. You had seen maps before, but never such detailed one. It had a golden edge and the representation of every castle was a tiny art piece.

“You see, I've been thinking about it a lot and I've come to the conclusion that someday I'm going to leave this earth,” he explained with great disappointment in his own mortal body. “So someone must take my place to rule the lands that belong to me.”

Sukuna pointed to the western part of the world in which they live. On a large peninsula was the kingdom of Sukuna, the only thing separating them from the rest of the world were huge mountain ranges. On the other side, there was the great kingdom of Jogo that was divided into small kingdoms that were owned by other curses… or well, they were owned by other curses until Sukuna conquered them. Now all the kingdoms of the west coast were his. He only needed to conquer the rest of the kingdoms that were ruled under human hands like the Satoru and Zen'in kingdom.

“Uraume could do that,” you commented.

“That was my first idea, but Uraume is… too tenuous. They could never rule with an iron fist,” he explained without taking his eyes off the map. “I need to know that the person who will own all this will do a good job maintaining and expanding my legacy.”

“Do you think I can do it?” you asked in amazement.

“You?” Sukuna chuckled under his breath before looking at you. “Never. If Uraume is dim, you are harmless. You're as innocent as a little white rabbit from the prairies,” he said with a mischievous grin before grabbing you by the chin, one of his claws pointed at your jugular. One false move and he could rip it off with no issue.

You were completely at his mercy, how could you not be? He tripled you in everything. Size, power, intellect, evil… He had you beat in every possible way and there was nothing you could do about it. You were light years away if you had the stupid idea of reaching him, which you weren't even sure you wanted to do in the first place. You would never have the guts to even try to keep up with him.

“I need someone strong and a born leader.” That last word made you understand where this was all going. “I need an heir.”

Your eyes snapped open as your quick hypothesis was confirmed. "Having a child… with him?" you wondered as you saw the king for his race for the first time in a long time. He could behave like a ruthless human, but he was still an impressive monster. You didn't know if you were capable of giving him what he wanted.

“For that, I need you to become a queen to the level of being able to educate the next great mighty one who will be in charge of this great nation I will be forming until my time runs out,” he explained before rolling up the map to its original form. “Is that clear?”

“You still haven't answered my initial question,” you answered as you watched him put the map back in its place. “Why me? There are plenty of princesses out there who already have everything it takes to give an heir.”

“I can’t risk it,” Sukuna sighed, still turning his back to you. Her tattoos framed her shoulder blades beautifully under the translucent fabric. “Do you think one of those princesses would want to be with such a disgusting being like me?” You felt the need in your chest to say something.

“You are not a disgusting being,” you contradicted. Sukuna looked at you with a small smile escaping from his lips.

“Thank you, but I know what I'm talking about and I don't mind in the least,” he said before patting you on the head a couple of times. A fleeting act, but it set your body on fire. “If I kidnap any of them and take their bodies by force, they can kill the baby when I'm not looking,” he left his hand on your head and lowered his gaze to connect with yours. “You, on the other hand, I know you wouldn't be capable of such an atrocity, would you?”

He was absolutely right. Your mother had raised you for the simple but tedious purpose of being a good housewife and raising a rich man's children. Your life had been manufactured to do what the king was asking of you and you would do it perfectly.

“You are docile, obedient and attentive to my commands. I trust you will give me a strong heir and you will do everything necessary to satisfy me with the result,” he said as he examined your reaction. “And I will reward you greatly for it. If you accept, I will fill you with more luxuries and riches than you can dream of, take you to places you have never seen before and give you the most comfortable life in the world.”

Sukuna removed the hand on your head to see you from above as he used to do, a manipulation technique to make you feel smaller than you already were. If you refused, he would kill you. You knew it. His back was against the wall, but you were willing to do whatever it would take to be useful to him.

“Well? What do you say?”

“I agree. I will do whatever you ask gracefully,” you said before bowing to him out of respect.

A big smile appeared on his face. He had already done the hard part of his long term plan: finding a woman willing to be the mother of his children without complaining. He congratulated himself in his mind for accomplishing such a feat by having in his hands what he needed to lengthen his legacy. As pleased as he was, they still had a long road ahead of them.

“There is only one thing I need to know if you are really on my side,” Sukuna said with a mischievous smile. You arched an eyebrow at that unspoken part of the verbal contract. “I know you are loyal to me, but are you loyal enough?”

“What do you need me to do, my king?” You asked in confusion.

“You must kill one of your own kind.”

Your eyes widened after hearing that. It had never crossed your mind to do something as vile as that. You remembered all the blood spilled, the flesh cut off and the lives lost in front of your eyes during the 11 months you had been living with the king. You thought he was the one who would be in charge of doing that. You were not a murderer. Why should you do it? The question really was: Could you do it? You weren't sure, but you had to.

“As I now understand that this is against your nature. I will give you two months to process it and do it. As a test, I want you to deliver your head into my hands. Once you complete your task, I will ask you to marry me and we will begin trying for a child.”

You came back from your trip from shock to reality when you heard that he would propose to you. Something every girl your age yearns for with all their heart and soul. If your mother had heard that, she'd be dancing with excitement. Not giving a damn about the dastardly condition that came with it. You could already hear her screaming, "Do it, do it! It's our chance to get out of the shit!" You shook her voice from your mind and focused from what was in front of you. You tightened your skirt from the nerves of accepting something like that. You had no idea how to do it. You were just supposed to give someone's life, not take it away.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Good,” Sukuna pronounced satisfied before turning around to leave the room. You swallowed dryly before finding a seat.

“What did I get myself into?” You whispered as you hid in your hands.

The faint bells rang at 10 o'clock at night. Curfew for all servants. Everyone headed to the dungeon to sleep. You ran as fast as you could to catch up with the others in time. You knew that the servant who stayed outside would sleep with the curses. You had stayed the rest of the day in the game room trying to come up with a plan to kill someone, but your mind couldn't come up with one. You knew you had to kill one of the servants, since you doubted the king would let you leave the castle, but your chicken heart couldn't decide on a victim. You quickly reached the dungeon, ready to go to rest when a monotonous voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?” Uraume asked you as they checked the attendance list to make sure all the servants had already entered the cold dormitory.

“To sleep?” You answered confused.

“Follow me," they asked before lowering the bars of the dungeon.

You followed Uraume through the dark corridors of the castle. Corridors you recognized as the visiting rooms that were never used because the king never invited anyone to the castle. Uraume led you to the back room, a place you had never entered before. Your heart and eyes twitched curious to know what was on the other side. Elle pulled out a bunch of keys to open the heavy wooden door. On the other side, there was a beautiful room with a king-sized bed with silk sheets and curtains posing softly at the sides. You slowly stepped into the new environment to inspect it closely. It was larger than the rooms you had cleaned before. There was a giant closet with beautiful dresses hanging on padded hangers, a wooden dresser with a drawer full of jewelry, and a sleek quartz bathroom. Most impressive of all was the giant picture window in front of the bed. A bloody rose with tiny green thorns posed between navy blue and black glass.

“The king commissioned me to make this room especially for you. I hope it is to your liking.”

Uraume analyzed you as you sat on the bed to look out the window. They still remembered the day the king had asked him to make a special one that was on the level of a princess. She asked him who it was specifically for, but he refused to answer for the moment. At the time, they never thought it would be for you. They knew it had not been an easy decision. He had to take into account all the pros and cons that came with marrying and having a child with someone from the low class as you. Still, King Sukuna had finally decided to put you in training after months of cold thought.

“It is beautiful. Thank you, Uraume,” you smiled at them.

“Rest. The king is expecting you tomorrow at breakfast,” they bowed respectfully to you and closed the door behind him.

Seeing Uraume bowing like that surprised you as you were not used to it. You lay back on the bed to admire the small stars hand-painted with white paint on the stone ceiling. You smiled as you imagined Uraume painting them one by one with dedication. "The king commissioned this room for me, eh?" you thought as it dawned on you that he had in mind to marry you for a while. Your heart fluttered so much from excitement that it made you forget all responsibilities for a second.

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Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, cursing, use of the n-word, mentions of smoking/weed, P-in-V, mentions of insecurity, long fic

Truth was, you were a secret shaker.

A tentative twerker. An apprehensive ass-thrower. Your waist whined when being perceived directly and not in a good way. Not only did you decline to throw ass in public, you will also turn away any offers to catch it.

When you were alone, though...

You learned chorography to your favorite sounds, bounced around your living room as you folded clothes. Recorded dance challenges and deleted them a few hours later. You were your very own Stallion behind closed doors.

It took only a handful of awkward encounters and an asshole ex-boyfriend suggesting you 'stand to the side' for you to be determined to find your rhythm.

Looking up tips online and went to any beginner's classes you could find in the area. Ballroom, salsa, the pole--it all helped you understand your body outside of what it looked like. It was about what you trained it to do, what you wanted it to do.

Investing in a really good floor length mirror was the last puzzle piece you needed to really find your beat. From there on, you and the mirror were lovers.

Only your small circle of friends knew. That was thanks to enough years of trust and tequila, leading to wild nights at house parties with the radio cranked high.

You eventually learned that it was nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like it kept you away from fun or being included in the antics. If you went out with the ladies, you hyped them and kept a cute lil' two step. You held the title of Camerawoman with pride and your background cackles were famous in the group chat.

The booty wouldn't boogie with anyone else around and it's been that way for years.

It was your own little secret. No one had to know everything and you babbled enough as it was. If anyone cared to stare hard enough to a deserted, dark corner of the house--then maybe they could catch a glimpse.

The sway-snap of your hips, falling beautifully with every beat that you heard. How your hair gleamed, the way your smile swelled with the change of the songs.

Your entire body sang a song.

At least, that's what Fontaine thought when he first spotted you.

Of course you never knew he saw you. Even after the reciprocated confessions and hot-n-heavy honeymoon phase, you thought you went unseen.

Fontaine took your secret for his own, delighting in your shadow shows on the rare occasions you came out to play.

Fontaine could wait and if you had to feel alone to feel secure, then so be it. He used his admiration and desire to touch you, to be a proper witness.

Just being near you was more then enough, it would have been ungrateful to be so greedy.

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You screamed when you saw him standing there.

The earbuds went off into the wilds of the kitchen, one skittering beneath the fridge.

Fontaine's eyes were popped wide but didn't seem remorseful for scaring your soul to the heavens.

"I thought you heard me when I came in." Fontaine hung up his keys before going in search of your earbuds. You watched after him, mortified.

You were just really into organizing the lower pantry. Lost in shaking your ass with one hand braced on the red potatoes and the other searching for the brown potatoes to put them back in their proper spot.

When you turned to grab the few 'taters that eacaped, you saw your man standing a few feet away from you with his arms crossed and head tilted.

How long has he been here?

Oh god, you have never danced for him. You have never danced in front of him--you weren't even serious. There wasn't a problem with you shimmying to the beat in his lap at a function or waving from your hips up while riding in the car to some jams.

This was different.

"Hey, hey--whatcha curling up for? C'mon now, I already know you can move."

"It-- that, um, I-I'm not that good, so, y'know..."

Fontaine pocketed your traumatized earbuds and kissed your hands until you inched them away enough for him to see your worried gaze. He tutted quietly, taking your hands into his and kissing your knuckles.

"What matters to me is what makes you feel good, baby." His voice rolled into a purr as he continued, "Lucky me that you look so fine when you do."

You wriggled as your shyness battled against the excitement of having Fontaine looking at you the way he was.

"So I don't look.... awkward? Do I have enough stuff to make it look good?"

"Wasn't nothing awkward 'bout how you were throwin' that, trust me."

Fontaine's hands went down and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. His palms were warm and wide as he kneaded, bringing you even closer to him as you went to your tiptoes. He hooked his chin over your shoulder with a happy little hum, distracted by you but only for only a moment more.

"Hold up, whatchu mean by 'enough stuff' ?"

You shrugged and decided not to answer. The truth of past insecurities felt redundant and you rather liked the way Fontaine was making you feel at the moment.

Fontaine grunted, giving you another squeeze before pulling back a bit to look into you square in the eyes.

"Look here-- I'm in love with all this right here, so I'm rockin' with you regardless of what you can make it do. Don't matter if you think you ain't got enough, shit, it's enough fo', me. Understand?"

His words worked out the few kinks in your heart, aches you grown used to and ignored when they flared. You nodded more confidently and only then did Fontaine lighten his hold on you, nodding back.

No telling how long Fontaine was standing there and if you never turned around-- you would have been none the wiser. How many times has he been there? Letting you have yourself, taking only a moment for himself as he had that smile on his face.

It was the same smile he had when he took away the shea butter to rub you down himself. Or similar to the smirk on his face when following after you to the bedroom after you talked a bit too much shit.

Your shoulders dropped as you fully relaxed into his hold. The burning embarrassment in your stomach churned into smooth, seamless and leaving you suddenly eager.

"So, tell me what a nigga gotta do to get a private dance from yo' pretty self?"

His hands helped themselves to another handful, this time spreading to touch between your legs. There was promise in his eyes and you knew you only needed to say yes.

You twist away from him enough to pluck your phone from the counter, sliding through a few songs before settling on something with drums and bass. The speakers pulsed and you began backing Fontaine out of the kitchen and into the living room.

He let you push him to sit in the recliner and he made an appreciative sound at the way you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. It evolved, going deeper until you pulled away with a protesting noise from Fontaine.

"That's the only touching you gonna get from me right now."

"Oh, word?"

"You're going to distract me enough as it is." You said, stepping away from him and stretching your arms over your head.

"Bold as hell to call me a distraction." Fontaine's brows rose as he leaned back to make himself comfortable, "Lookin' at me with them eyes..."

His eyes hooked onto your hips. You stretched, teasingly bending over and holding onto your ankles as you gave a cute lil' shake, looking over your shoulder coyly .

"What can I use to look if it ain't my eyes?" You asked, "How am I supposed to see you?"

"Don't worry 'bout what you see back here, act like a nigga ain't even here."

"Oh, that's impossible now. You still make me feel so shy..."

Fontaine snorted and your gave a giddy smile in return.

What you wore was actually perfect. Tiny shorts and cami, perfect for when you were bounding around to clean house. Just what you needed for you to do a little Bend n' Snap for your man.

The music changed and you looked over at him in surprise, he held your phone but watched you with a mischief. Reaching for the little, polka dotted stash jar you left on the coffee table to pull out a blunt to wag at you.

"Go on, show me what you got fo' me."

Waiting until he fired up, you sauntered closer and tied up the front of your already teeny tank. Fontaine's eyes honed in to your nipples, distracted as he took a drag. When his fingers crooked, you leaned in enough and pursed your lips.

Fontaine blew a strong stream that you breathed in and held. You held as long as you could before releasing the smoke a final time into the air.

Fontaine's blunts were no-nonsense, where he still rolled with leaves rather than the papers you preferred. It felt like a straight shot to the head, the smoke lifting all the chatter in your mind to leave you swirling in electric eagerness.

Without further ado, you showed him what you could do.

Your hands braced on your knees, clasped above your head, went down to touch your toes. You rolled your stomach and snapped your hips mouthing the words to Fontaine as you fully felt yourself. You extended your arms and tried to be as dramatically sexy as possible. Touching all of Fontaine's favorite places yourself, pushing up your breast and skimming your hand between your legs for him to see.

Fontaine was a chaotic DJ as he flipped through your playlist. He went from instrumentals filled with nothing but baselines and adlibs, to Glorilla to Megan Thee Stallion to Trina. Whistling at every peek of cheek and nip, calling out to see the 'pretty lady' when you coyly fanned your legs at him from the floor.

When you got down on your hands and knees, you felt a smack against your cheeks hard enough to snap your illusion. You leaned onto your forearms, ass up in the air, and broke into laughter as more bills rained down. It was like a confetti canon was let off or someone hit the Golden Button for you.

"That felt personal." You said over your shoulder at where Fontaine sent another fan of bills into the air, "You tryin' to tell me something?"

"Yeah--to bring that ass over here so I can get my hands on you," Fontaine patted his thigh, "Thought this was gonna be a lap dance..."

"Private does not mean lap." You sniffed. Honestly, you weren't sure because you've never been to a strip club but with the way he was throwing bills--the living room was cosplaying as a VIP section at King of Diamonds.

You took your time in coming closer, wondering if you could skip on singles before Fontaine snatched you right up when you were close enough.

"This is too much! When did you even have time to take out all these damn dollars?"

"I been waiting on this, baby. Shit, I woulda threw gold if it ain't' hurt..."

You laughed and looked around at the singles carpeting your floor in disbelief, it's like you had a new rug installed! There were dollars all overt the coffee table and even some fluttered over to coat the entertainment center. Was there a dollar up in the light fixture? Was that a fire hazard?

Fontaine's teeth nipped at your earlobe, turning your next remark into soft moan. His hand ran up to cup your neck, breathing you in with a hungry hum.

His voice was all smoke and honey, "This is all well an' good, but I think I'm feeling a certain type of way..."

"Is it the horny way?"

Your cheekiness got you mean little pinch to your sensitive nipples. Jolting only pushed you closer to his greedy hands. It was his turn to touch. He plucked and twisted your nipples, making you mewl and melt into his touch. You ground down into his lap where you felt he needed you most, making him sigh into your ear.

"Gonna be the death of me, ain't ya?" Fontaine husked, "Here lies 'Taine, bust so hard he went on to glory. He leaves everything to his pretty-booty havin' lady."

"What if I promise to shake somethin' on your grave, would that be better--no biting!"

Fontaine growled something into the mouthful of shoulder he had, shaking his head gently and making you squeal and scrunch up to try and escape.

Still warm from being in the spotlight of Fontaine's attention and the pulsing music, your head swam with delight. It felt like victory. You turned and kissed at the side of his face before your lips met.

Allowing yourself to be admired and seen was like nothing else. Fontaine has always shown nothing but devotion to you but you still felt like he was...just being nice. You were holding yourself back from assumed disappointment but this whole time he's been waiting on you.

Talk about blocking your blessings...

When your grinding became more insistent, Fontaine leaned back with his lip caught between his teeth.

"That's what I'm talkin' about. Show me how you feel."

You looked over you shoulder, holding his hands against your breast as you rode in his lap. Fontaine hissed, one of his hands quickly escaped to clasp around your hips to grind up into you.

Leaning forward enough on your hands, your delicates went directly in his face as you tugged at his pant leg pointedly. Fontaine ignored your impatience and ran a hand over you, from between your shoulders down to the backs of your thighs.

You could hear him popping the button on his jeans and the rattle of his belt.

"How bad you want it, pretty?"

"Bad, real bad."

"'Do anything fo' it' bad?"

" 'Let you do anything to me' bad."

It happened fast after that, Fontaine righted you in his lap enough for him to press into your pussy. The stretch dropped your mouth open and Fontaine groaned at how wet you already were.

LOW started and you bounced to the beat, grinning dopily up at the ceiling at the feel of him hitting all your good spots. Your shorts provided a wonderful friction against your clit from how Fontaine shoved the fabric aside to let himself in.

It felt so naughty. To fuck on Fontaine like you were starved for him to the music rattling your walls. The thrill twisted with desire in your stomach, hurtling you faster and faster to your peek.

Suddenly more bills rained down and paired with Fontaine's laugh, more lust than amusement--it pushed you over the edge.

"That's it, I feel you, g'on and get yo' shit. Can't believe yo' pretty ass was shy..."

Fontaine took over. A bruising grip onto your hips, tipped you back into his chest as he thrust up into you in earnest.

"Puttin' that shit on me heavy, acting like you don't know what you do to me." Fontaine found a few singles that were being crumpled between you and pressed them to your dewy, lower back.

"Shieet, looks better than money. Wish you can see as much as yo' ass feel it, fuck." He gave your ass slap, you called out as you came. It felt like fire shot through you, leaving you reaching for any bit of him to clutch.

Between the music still going and Fontaine handling you so well, the sensations left you gasping. Legs burning and head filled with needy thoughts, you protested when Fontaine stopped your bouncing and maneuvered you until he slid free.

"Oh, show ain't over yet--you feel me?"

You did. Fontaine was heavy and hot where he tapped all over your ass, leaving kisses of wet spots. It filled you with a flash of pride or maybe even possessiveness. Craining your neck, you did you best to get a glimpse but Fontaine hand cupped your neck licked the shell of your ear.

"Yeah, that's you gettin' all over me. Tryna make me messy just how you like it, huh?"

He hissed when you writhed in his lap, ghost riding his dick until he gave you a little push to stand. Your mouth dropped open to whine but Fontaine turned you towards the middle of the room.

"Show me how you want it."

Fontaine held himself tight at the base, his lips lax enough for his gold to wink in the lamp light.

As gracefully as you could--you went down onto your knees before lying back to put your legs in the air. You rolled over in the blanket of dollars, wriggling down your shorts to one ankle until you could flick them away.

Fontaine grinned down at you, kneeling to slot his palm into the arch of your foot, his other hand stroking himself.

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, eyes fixed to where his dick bumped against your mound.

"Prettiest thing touchin' soil and you think it ain't enough..."

Fontaine moved your other thigh to the side around his hip, leaving you spread completely. You were still working, still giving him a show, but you couldn't bear to keep your hands off of him.

When you hand ran under his shirt, Fontaine tugged it over his head swiftly and much to your delight. The sight of his broad chest and delicious skin made you all the more impatient.

"Hurry up, Mr. Lapdance--the show ends when the music does."

Fontaine's eyes flashed.

"You lucky we ain't meet like that. D'you wanna know what I would do if you showed out like that on a pole?

The image formed in your mind was electric. Pretending to be a little Stallion and running into a hungry handed, greedy eyed Fontaine in low strobe lights.

Not knowing just what he had in store for you as you led him to the privacy booths--intent on earning his attention.

When you licked your lips, Fontaine groaned softly, you smiled at him.

What's another little secret?

"I did take a few classes, if you ever wanna see ahn--!"

Pressing into your heat, Fontaine grumbled something about Home Depot.

"Shouldn't have told me that, now I gotta put a stage in here somewhere in this bitch..."

Drunk on pleasure, you could only cry out as Fontaine chased his thoughts out loud. The change in position, with him looming above you muttering filthy promises--it was too much for you.

"O-Oh fuck, 'Taine!"

He froze to watch your eyes roll close as you shook apart beneath him with a sob. Fontaine lowered himself to bracket you between his forearms to kiss you, swallowing your moans. His hips snapped, lost rhythm and then he was coming with satisfied growl.

That was it. You were dead. Your very soul leaked onto his thighs and the carpet below.

'Here lies me, twerked too close to the sun...'

Fontaine releases a heavy, satisfied hum into your ear as he finally collapsed onto you. It should have been stifling and your knew your legs would be useless for the next while, but all you could do was grin at the feel of the dollar bill stuck to his shoulder.

What a way to go....

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When the playlist finally ended, the silence found you both covered in sweat and dollar bills. Fontaine rubbed a loc of your hair between his fingers and you rested your eyes--head on his shoulder. Your hand wandering aimlessly across his chest as you began to doze.

He tugged gently to get your attention, "Want you to do me a favor."

"Mn. If it involves moving, you gotta pay me."

Fontaine snorted and flicked away the bill stuck to the thigh you've strewn across him. You shrugged a shoulder with a lifted brow, you got me there.

He continued, "If you can help it...I'd like for you not to hide from me anymore."

The change in his tone had you searching for his gaze and of course it was already on you. Fontaine took your hand in his, turning yours until he held it in his open palm.

"I...okay. I can do that for you."

You weren't ready to talk about the past and trying to make sense of your complicated feelings of being perceived. Something told you that it wasn't the time, maybe it was you hiding again, but at least Fontaine took your words earnestly.

He kissed your hand once, twice before leaning his head back and closing his eyes as he went back to playing with your locs.

"Good..and no more watchin' Baddies. Watching them girls fucks wit' your disposition," Fontaine reached for a handful of bills to sprinkle all over you, "You wanna be a Stallion? Lemme know and I'll give you a ride."

"Oouf you are terrible." You hid your face into his neck, "But once my legs come back online, you're in trouble."

Fontaine patted your ass, "Can't threaten me with good troubles, baby."

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ending notes: thank you so much for reading! It's a long one but the idea wouldn't leave me alone! Might need some tweaking and editing since it's another Before Work Drop lmao! Please tell me what you think and what other things I should try, don't be shy! Comment and reblog please! 💕🥰💜

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[holylulusworld]

Every Breath you take (21)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: a man out of time, secret admirer trope, “crazy” reader, fluff, domestic life

A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every Breath you take (20)

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Three months later, you and Bucky found a rhythm, literally. You’re slow dancing together, swaying to one of his favorite songs. Resting your head against his chest, you close your eyes and let Bucky guide your body.

Dancing aside, you found a rhythm to follow for your future together.

Trust is the key. You promised each other to have faith in your relationship. Bucky and you are in this together.

Maybe you started your relationship the crazy way, but this doesn’t mean it won’t last. His obsession and your level of devotion match.

You sigh, remembering all the nights you spent tangled in each other over the last months, as you sway.

“Doll, are you hungry?” Bucky murmurs, bringing you out of your daydreams. You place your head on his chest, smiling as you can hear his heartbeat. “We could have a snack, or do you want to cook together?”

You blink your eyes open and lift your head from his chest. “Hmmm…” you nod and rest your head back against his chest. “We could cook together again. Maybe we won’t burn it this time.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” he chuckles. “You distracted me with your wandering hands. How can a man resist if you call him sweet names and touch him like you do?

You giggle. Bucky is putty in your hands, and you love it. Both of you touch-starved to an extent; you can’t keep your hands to yourself most of the time.

Maybe it’s only the honeymoon phase, but you believe it’s more than this. Bucky and you are meant to be together; you just know it.

“We have the vegetables from the farmer’s market, chicken, and lots of cheese. Let’s look online if we find a good recipe.”

“You forgot the plums,” Bucky teases because you love to steal his favorite fruits. “Lots of them, baby doll. We can eat them for dessert.”

“Oh, I found a nice recipe for a plum cobbler with whipped cream. It sounds deliciously, Bucky. We could try to make it too. It’s not hard to make.”

“Do not forget, we are beginners,” Bucky jokes. “We don’t want to burn down the house.” He chuckles when you look up at him and stick your tongue out. “Last time you ended up burning the dishtowel.”

“That was an accident,” you point out. “Accidents happen, Bucky. Especially in the kitchen. We have to be more careful while cooking from now on. No distractions this time.”

“No more distractions,” Bucky nuzzles your hair. “I promise to not fall for you. I’ll focus on cooking, not my sexy girlfriend. He gropes your ass with both hands and purrs your name. “Let’s find a recipe, doll.”

“Wow! We made it,” Bucky hums while happily tasting the food you made. It doesn’t look bad. “Hmm... the cheesy chicken and vegetable pasta bake recipe you found is great.”

“I knew you’d like it.” You smile happily. Cooking with Bucky was fun. He even cracked a joke and told you a little more about his past. Mostly from his childhood, and how he loved to watch his mom cook. “We should do this more often.”

Bucky smiles. This is exactly what he had dreamed of for so long—sharing his life with someone he loves and filling the home he built with love.

All he misses is a little one running around your home. There is plenty of time to talk about children with you, too. For now, he must be patient and wait for the right time to ask you to have his child.

He’ll propose first, of course. Bucky is still a gentleman out of time. He won’t fill you with his baby without putting a ring on your finger.

“I’m so full,” you say, and rub your belly. “I bet that’s how you feel when pregnant.” You pat your belly, giggling. “What do you think, Buck?”

Bucky stares at your belly. He licks his lips, imagining you all swollen with his child. Something else stirs in his belly than hunger—or rather, a different kind of hunger. “You think so?” His voice is a little rougher when he looks at you. “Do you think you’ll like feeling a baby inside your belly?”

“Bucky,” you purr his name. You crook your finger to lure him in. “Do you want to have a baby one day?”

“Yeah—” he husks. “So bad. I can see you all swollen, breasts leaking milk. I’d rub your belly while…”

You whimper and shift in your seat. “Uh—we don’t have to have one right now, but…” You smirk and pucker your lips. “I’d like you to breed me tonight…”

Next: Every Breath You Take (22)

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At The Christmas Ball: A Vintage Xmas Anthology

01 - At The Christmas Ball - Bessie Smith (1925) 02 - Santa Claus, Bring My Man Back To Me - Ozie Ware (1928) 03 - Papa Ain't No Santa Claus - Butterbeans & Susie (1930) 04 - It's Winter Again - Isham Jones & His Orchestra (1932) 05 - Jingle Bells - Benny Goodman & His Orchestra (1935) 06 - There's Frost On The Moon - Artie Shaw & His Strings (1936) 07 - I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm - Mildred Bailey (1937) 08 - Christmas Morning The Rum Had Me Yawning - Lord Beginner (1939) 09 - Winter Weather - Fats Waller & His Rhythm (1941) 10 - Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters (1943) 11 - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Judy Garland (1944) 12 - Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! - Connee Boswell (1945) 13 - Boogie Woogie Santa Claus - Mabel Scott (1948) 14 - Baby, It's Cold Outside - Pearl Bailey & Hot Lips Page (1949) 15 - All I Want For Christmas - Nat King Cole Trio (1949) 16 - What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? - The Orioles (1949) 17 - Midnight Sleighride - Sauter-Finegan Orchestra (1952) 18 - Silent Night - Dinah Washington (1953) 19 - White Christmas - The Drifters (1954) 20 - Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer - The Cadillacs (1956) 21 - Warm December - Julie London (1956) 22 - Love Turns Winter To Spring - June Christy (1957) 23 - The Secret Of Christmas - Ella Fitzgerald (1959) 24 - The Christmas Song - Carmen McRae (1961) 25 - A Christmas Surprise - Lena Horne (1965) 26 - Santa Was Here - Lorez Alexandria (1968)

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[tumbleweedtech]

Alejandro for the wip game! I'm still fighting off being absorbed into this fandom in law with a stick so i know he's a character but i kinda hope this wip is based off the lady gaga song.

I shall extend to you my entire apologies because I do not like that song for complicated reasons, lmaooo

BUT because you are so sweet I shall give you a second snip, just like I did for someone else. The first ask is here , but focuses more on Rudy and Soap. I shall give you the big man himself.

It was captivating, watching the way Soap melted into Alejandro’s teaching. Alejandro held his hands, fingers gentle as he modeled the step count, easy and loose. “Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho… muy bien, Jabón. Una vez más.” It didn’t take long for Soap to pick up the basics, relaxed and laughing in Alejandro’s hands. Rudy had been guided by those hands more times than he could count and it was addictive. Dancing with Alejandro was an exercise in breathless delight, and Rudy shivered as he watched Alejandro’s hands travel over Soap’s body. He knew the way it felt when Alejandro would rest his hand possessively on his ribs, guiding Rudy into a spin into his arms. The sway of his hips didn’t pause as he guided Soap around, the bouncy rhythm hiding the falterings of Soap’s beginner steps. Still, Alejandro caught him around the waist, guiding him around, twirling the Sergeant around before catching and spinning himself around next. Both his hands were on Soap’s hips when Alejandro glanced up, catching Rudy watching them intently. His grin was sharklike as he leaned forward into Soap, speaking low and secret into his partner’s ear. Whatever he said, Soap nodded, smile bright as Alejandro took his hands again. They moved in sync, until he gripped Soap by the hips, pressing him close into a filthy grind on Alejandro's thigh.

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Into the Wild: Unleashing the Spirit of Mountain Bike Trails

The wilderness beckons, calling out to adventurous souls who seek exhilaration and a connection with nature. In the realm of mountain biking, where adrenaline meets serenity, lies a vast network of trails waiting to be explored. These trails, like veins coursing through untamed landscapes, offer riders an invitation to embark on a thrilling journey. In this evocative article, we delve into the heart of mountain bike trails, where passion and nature converge, weaving a tale of adventure and discovery.

A Symphony of Trails

Imagine a symphony playing its symphony—mountain bike trails compose a melodic tapestry, each with its own unique rhythm and tempo. From the gentle cadence of beginner-friendly trails, where riders can find their footing and build confidence, to the heart-pounding crescendo of advanced trails, where technical challenges push riders to their limits, the symphony of trails caters to riders of all abilities. Trails whisper tales of flow, where banked turns and jumps harmonize seamlessly, while others resonate with the relentless pulse of uphill battles and thrilling descents. It is within this symphony of trails that riders find their rhythm, their own musical expression upon the earth's stage.

Dancing with Nature

Enter the natural amphitheater of mountain bike trails, where riders become dancers in sync with the elements. Trails wind through ancient forests, their canopies whispering secrets of centuries past. Riders glide across open meadows, where the sun's golden rays illuminate the path ahead. The majesty of mountain peaks surrounds them, as if standing guard over their daring exploits. It is a dance where the movements of the bike meld with the rhythm of the earth—every pedal stroke is a step, every turn a twirl. Together, rider and nature create a choreography that transcends ordinary experiences, a dance that connects them to the untamed beauty of the world.

Pilgrimage to Uncharted Trails

In this pilgrimage of the soul, riders embark on a quest to discover the hidden gems of mountain bike trails. There are destinations that hold mystical allure—a sacred place for riders seeking communion with the spirit of the sport. Moab's red rock landscapes ignite a fiery passion, while Whistler's lush forests whisper secrets in hushed tones. And in Finale Ligure, the Italian coast reveals a tapestry of trails blending the beauty of the Mediterranean with the thrill of mountain biking. These destinations offer not only trails to conquer but also a vibrant tapestry of community and culture, where riders from all corners of the globe gather, united by their shared love for the two-wheeled journey.

Guardians of the Trails

As custodians of these enchanted paths, riders bear a responsibility to protect and preserve the delicate balance between nature and adventure. Sustainable trail practices become the guiding principles, ensuring that the wild beauty they traverse remains unspoiled for generations to come. Riders embrace the ethos of stewardship, participating in trail maintenance and restoration, fostering harmony between human pursuit and the natural world. It is through their collective efforts that the trails remain alive, vibrant, and ready to welcome the next generation of intrepid riders. Mountain bike trails offer more than just physical challenges; they provide an escape into the untamed wilderness, a dance with nature, and an opportunity for self-discovery. Like a symphony, the trails resonate with diverse melodies, inviting riders to find their own rhythm. They are a gateway to breathtaking landscapes, where riders become one with the untamed elements. And as guardians of these trails, riders uphold their responsibility to protect and sustain the delicate balance between adventure and preservation. So, heed the call of the wild, saddle up, and embark on an unforgettable journey through the enchanting world of mountain bike trails.

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Why Geometry Dash APK 2.2 is a Game-Changer

Geometry Dash APK 2.2 is the latest update to the popular rhythm-based platformer, designed to challenge even the most skilled players. The new version daimond in geometry dash introduces more complex levels, exciting customization, and a fresh soundtrack. Whether you're a beginner or a pro, this update offers something for everyone.

Experience New Levels with Increased Difficulty

Geometry Dash APK 2.2 introduces new levels that push players to the edge of their abilities. These levels feature faster-paced obstacles, intricate designs, and tight timing challenges. Every stage offers a new experience, testing your reflexes and patience. Completing these levels is both rewarding and immensely satisfying for dedicated players.

Unlock Customization and Personalize Your Game

In this latest update, Geometry Dash APK 2.2 provides extensive customization options. Players can unlock new icons, skins, and color schemes, allowing them to design a unique character. Customization enhances the gameplay experience, giving players more control over their look and style while jumping through intense levels and obstacles.

Dynamic Soundtrack to Enhance the Experience

The updated soundtrack in Geometry Dash APK 2.2 is another highlight. The game features new music tracks perfectly synced with each level’s rhythm. These energetic tunes increase the intensity of the gameplay, motivating players to perform better and providing a seamless experience. Music truly elevates the game to the next level.

Earn Exclusive Rewards and Achievements

Geometry Dash APK 2.2 offers various rewards for completing levels, achieving high scores, and surpassing tough challenges. These rewards range from new skins and icons to unlocking secret features. Earning these rewards is incredibly satisfying, pushing players to continue playing, mastering each level, and striving to unlock everything the game offers.

Prepare for the Most Challenging Obstacles

In Geometry Dash APK 2.2, players face some of the hardest obstacles yet. New levels feature tight timing, high-speed sections, and intricate designs that demand quick reflexes and precise control. Overcoming these challenges is no easy feat, but completing them provides immense satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment for players.

How to Download Geometry Dash APK 2.2 Safely

Downloading Geometry Dash APK 2.2 is straightforward. Find a reputable APK website to download the file, ensuring it’s from a trusted source. Before installing, enable installation from unknown sources in your device settings. Once installed, enjoy the latest levels, skins, and features that the update has to offer.

Why Geometry Dash APK 2.2 is a Must-Have Update

Geometry Dash APK 2.2 is the ultimate update for fans of rhythm-based platformers. With new levels, customization, music, and challenges, the game offers endless entertainment. Whether you’re a longtime fan or a newcomer, this version ensures a rewarding and challenging experience. It’s a must-have for any platforming enthusiast.

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Take on Diving at Cinnamon Hotels & Resorts Maldives

The Maldives, often referred to as a slice of heaven on earth, hides an even greater treasure beneath its turquoise waves. Its vibrant marine life and world-class dive sites attract explorers, adventurers, and nature enthusiasts from across the globe. For those seeking a once-in-a-lifetime experience, Ellaidhoo Maldives by Cinnamon offers an unparalleled underwater journey. Diving here is not just an activity but a gateway to a living masterpiece. The House Reef, ranked among the top 100 dive and snorkeling sites globally, provides thrilling encounters with grey reef sharks, manta rays, and an ecosystem that humbles even the most seasoned divers.

One of the reef’s most beloved residents is “Tripod,” a three-fin turtle who inspires awe with his resilience and charm. Feather-tailed stingrays glide through the water like dancers, while barracudas, reef fish, and even hammerhead sharks add excitement to every dive. Every plunge into these waters promises something extraordinary, leaving divers eager for more.

The adventure doesn’t end when the sun sets. Night diving offers a completely different perspective, unveiling a mysterious and magical world. Lobsters emerge from their rocky homes, turtles find cozy spots to rest, and bioluminescent plankton light up the dark ocean like underwater stars. This nocturnal spectacle reveals the hidden rhythm of the sea and its most secretive creatures, creating memories that last a lifetime.

For those who prefer staying closer to the surface, snorkeling around Cinnamon Hotels & Resorts is equally enchanting. The coral reefs come alive with vibrant colors, where anemones sway with the current, clownfish peek out playfully, and moray eels slither gracefully along the seabed. Snorkeling is a family-friendly activity, offering something magical for everyone, from beginners to seasoned swimmers.

Beyond its underwater wonders, the Maldives is a destination that combines luxury and adventure seamlessly. Ellaidhoo Maldives by Cinnamon enhances the experience with exceptional hospitality, offering a serene escape where travelers can relax after their underwater explorations. From overwater villas to beachside dining, the resort ensures every moment is as unforgettable as the marine life below. Whether diving deep, snorkeling among coral reefs, or simply basking in the island’s beauty, the Maldives promises an experience that feels like stepping into another tworld.

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Unlock the Pro Secrets of Effective Video Editing

Effective Video Editing From Amateur to Pro: Video Editing Secrets Unlock the Pro Secrets of Effective Video Editing. Video editing is an art that bridges creativity and technology, transforming raw footage into visually captivating stories. Whether you’re just starting or aiming to elevate your skills to a professional level, understanding the secrets of effective video editing can make all the difference in creating impactful content. This guide will help you transition from an amateur to a pro editor by revealing essential techniques, tools, and strategies for Effective video editing.

The Foundation of Effective Video Editing

Understanding the Basics of Video Editing

Unlock the Pro Secrets of Effective Video Editing For Effective video editing Secrets from Amateur to Pro: Unlocking the Secrets of Effective Video Editing Secrets. At its core, video editing involves assembling clips, enhancing visuals, and perfecting audio to deliver a cohesive message. The fundamental steps include:

Footage Organization: Properly label and categorize your raw files to streamline the editing process.

Timeline Management: Arrange your clips logically on a timeline to build a narrative.

Basic Adjustments: Adjust brightness, contrast, and saturation to ensure visual consistency.

Mastering these basics sets the stage for incorporating advanced techniques.

Effective Video Editing, Essential Skills for a Pro-Level Editor

1. Storytelling Through Editing

Effective video editing for great videos are built on compelling stories. As an editor, your role is to ensure every shot serves the narrative. Trim unnecessary parts, maintain pacing, and use transitions to guide viewers through the story seamlessly.

2. Precision Cutting

Professional-grade videos rely on precise cuts that enhance rhythm and flow. Use tools like J-cuts and L-cuts to connect scenes organically and maintain engagement.

3. Advanced Audio Mastery

Audio is just as critical as visuals in video editing. To achieve professional results:

Use high-quality background music that complements your video’s tone.

Sync dialogue and effects precisely.

Normalize audio levels to avoid sudden spikes or dips.

The Right Tools for Professional Video Editing

1. Software Selection

The choice of software can significantly influence your editing capabilities. Here are some top options:

Adobe Premiere Pro: The industry standard for professional video editing, offering extensive tools for advanced projects.

DaVinci Resolve: Known for its powerful color grading and post-production features.

Final Cut Pro X: A favorite among Mac users for its intuitive interface and robust features.

HitFilm Express: Great for beginners exploring professional-grade effects.

2. Hardware Requirements

Editing high-resolution videos demands robust hardware. Invest in:

A powerful computer with a fast processor and ample RAM (16GB or more recommended).

A high-quality monitor with accurate color calibration.

External storage solutions for managing large file sizes.

Techniques to Transition from Amateur to Pro

1. Color Grading Like a Pro

Color grading transforms ordinary footage into visually striking content. Use tools like DaVinci Resolve to:

Match colors between clips for consistency.

Apply LUTs to achieve cinematic looks.

Adjust shadows, highlights, and midtones for depth.

2. Mastering Transitions

Transitions should enhance, not distract. Stick to clean cuts and subtle effects like crossfades or zooms. Avoid overusing flashy transitions, as they can make videos appear amateurish.

3. Motion Graphics and Titles

Pro editors use dynamic titles and graphics to elevate their work. Tools like Adobe After Effects allow you to create custom animations, lower thirds, and interactive elements that add a polished touch.

Secrets for Efficient Workflow

1. Pre-Editing Preparation

Spend time planning your edits before jumping into the software. Storyboarding or scripting helps outline the sequence of events and saves time during editing.

2. Keyboard Shortcuts

Learn shortcuts for your editing software to speed up the process. For example, in Adobe Premiere Pro:

Ctrl + K (Cmd + K on Mac) splits clips.

Shift + Delete performs a ripple delete, closing gaps automatically.

3. Use Proxy Files

Editing high-resolution files can slow down even powerful systems. Create proxy files (lower-resolution copies) to edit efficiently, then replace them with original files before exporting.

Pro Tips for Creating Impactful Videos

1. Emphasize Visual Hierarchy

Guide viewers’ attention by emphasizing key elements in your shots. Use techniques like focus pulling, framing, or overlaying text to highlight important details.

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Swing Secrets: How to Perfect Your Golf Technique Like a Pro

Perfecting your golf swing takes more than just practice—it requires understanding the fundamentals and refining your technique. Whether you're a beginner or an experienced player, learning the secrets to a great swing can make all the difference in your game. Here are some expert tips to help you swing like a pro and elevate your golf skills.

The Grip: Your Foundation for Control

The grip is the most important element of your golf swing. A proper grip gives you control over the club and helps you direct the ball. Start with your hands placed on the club in a neutral position. Hold it firm enough to maintain control, but relaxed enough to prevent tension. A proper grip will allow your hands to work together during the swing, ensuring fluidity and consistency.

Perfect Your Stance: Stability is Key

A good stance is essential for a successful swing. Position your feet shoulder-width apart, with your knees slightly bent. Bend at the hips while keeping your back straight to maintain balance and control. Your weight should be distributed evenly between your feet, allowing for a stable base throughout your swing. Proper posture gives you the stability needed to generate power while maintaining accuracy. Practicing in front of a mirror can help you get a feel for the right stance.

Focus on Your Swing Path: Consistency is Everything

The path of your golf swing is crucial for accuracy and distance. Make sure your clubhead follows a consistent swing path—don’t allow it to go too far outside or inside the line of the target. A good practice tip is to imagine a straight line along the ground that you’re trying to hit along. Keep your focus on the target while allowing your body to move naturally through the swing.

Tempo and Rhythm: Timing Makes the Difference

Having the right tempo in your swing is essential for making solid contact with the ball. A smooth, controlled motion will yield better results than a rushed swing. Practice developing a consistent rhythm, paying attention to your backswing, downswing, and follow-through. A balanced swing with proper timing will help you hit straighter and more powerful shots. Don’t try to force your swing; instead, allow it to flow naturally with rhythm and ease.

Follow Through: Finish Strong

A strong follow-through is essential to completing your golf swing. After impact, ensure your body rotates fully, with your chest facing the target and your club wrapped around your body. A proper follow-through increases the distance and accuracy of your shots. Keep your head down during the entire swing and hold your finish position for a moment to check if your form is correct. A great follow-through demonstrates proper technique and consistency.

The Mental Game: Focus and Patience

Golf isn’t just about physical technique; your mindset plays a huge role in your performance. Developing focus and patience on the course is vital for success. Take your time with each shot and avoid rushing. Stay calm, trust your swing, and don’t get discouraged by a bad shot. Developing mental toughness will help you stay on track, especially under pressure.

Practice, Practice, Practice

The key to mastering your swing is regular practice. Set aside time to work on your technique, focusing on specific areas that need improvement. Whether it’s at your local course or a beautiful location like Cloudland at McLemore Resort, practicing in varied conditions can help you adapt to different situations.

Conclusion

Perfecting your golf swing is a journey that requires time, effort, and dedication. By focusing on the fundamentals—grip, stance, swing path, rhythm, and follow-through—you can gradually refine your technique and see significant improvements in your game. Whether you’re hitting the fairways at Cloudland at McLemore Resort or another beautiful course, remember that consistency and patience are key to becoming a pro. For expert guidance and tips on mastering your swing, visit McLemore Golf School, where we help golfers of all levels achieve their best game!

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Tyrant's Favorite | Sukuna Ryomen

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Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

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A cheerful, badly played melody bounced within the dark walls of the castle. For a couple of hours, seemingly random notes sang a song that Sukuna knew perfectly well. One by one, it slowly played. The lovely song lightly drifted into the busy king's office. Usually, he liked to keep the door closed so that no one would disturb him while he worked, but since a pretty musician was playing, he didn't mind listening to the beautiful melody despite the mistakes.  

Sukuna stretched his six limbs over the mahogany desk after a long day of reading and doing tedious paperwork. It was a necessary task to keep abreast of what was going on in the kingdom. Every decision he made only favored him, but being a curse, it gave his own race an advantage over humans. Nimbly, he stacked the documents on their respective shelves to finish for the day. He was the only one who could touch his desk, as his greatest secrets were kept there. 

Sukuna prowled throughout the corridors, his footsteps echoing to the rhythm of the melody playing in the background. It was important to stretch the legs after spending a full day sitting down. The music gradually intensified as he approached the game room. Taking his time to enjoy the song more. He peeked through the open door to watch you carefully. There you were, in front of the giant piano as you stared at the beginner piano book you had borrowed from the library. 

You had always wanted to learn to play the piano. When your mother used to take you to dances, you always loved watching the musicians move their fingers nimbly and elegantly on their shiny instruments. There was something about the pianists that caught your attention, maybe it was the way they swayed their bodies to the music or their intense focus. Whatever it was, it was fascinating how their hands could produce such magic. Unfortunately, you were from a modest family, so you could never get near a piano. Not until you started serving Sukuna. 

The first time you entered the game room, your eyes sparkled at the sight of the magnificent black piano that sat mysteriously in the far corner. You were supposed to clean the library, but admiring the piano for a moment wouldn’t hurt. You approached it cautiously, inches away from the majestic instrument. Your fingers caressed the perimeter of the soundboard, and you smiled to yourself as you carefully admired it. Curiosity led you to inspect its interior, and you touched one of the strings, eliciting a short sound. You quickly pulled your hand away, worried someone might hear you wasting time. Glancing at the door, you waited to see if anyone would peek in to check who had disturbed the icy silence of the castle. Fortunately, no one noticed.

As soon as the king announced you as the winner of this year's hunt, you knew what you would spend on your week off. Every day, after breakfast, you would head to the game room to find the grand piano you had fallen in love with at first sight. You would read the beginner's manual, repeat the exercises to the best of your understanding and then rest your fingers for a while. Your free time was spent reading books that caught your attention, even though you didn’t understand half of the complex vocabulary. It wasn’t that you couldn’t read, but the intricacy of the texts was challenging. When you didn't want to play the piano or read, you would look for Mrs. Inoue to help her with some of her homework. 

Sukuna had noticed your peculiar routine during your week off. Despite having received a wonderful week off from work, you were in the playroom practicing piano, trying to read complex texts or helping the other servants finish their work. Whenever you tried to help Mrs. Inoue, he always stayed in the shadows, watching you argue with your old friend. You would ask him to let you help and Mrs. Inoue would refuse your kind offers because you deserved a break. It didn't matter if it was hanging blankets in the sun, peeling vegetables or dusting vases, you wanted to help your companions, but they would end up running you out of the room. Sukuna was amused to see you return to the playroom, frustrated at your desire to be productive. You were hardworking, and that was both your best and worst quality.

Your fingers descended one by one on the piano as you stuck out your tongue in concentration. Although you often made mistakes, the song you were trying to play didn't sound too bad. Sukuna could follow the rhythm you had established in the room. Your body moving from side to side mesmerized him like a flirtatious snake in a pretty basket. The temptation to come closer until you released the bite was irresistible. You lost in your musical world until you heard the door open.

“King Sukuna,” you whispered in surprise when you saw who it was. You stood up and bowed out of fear and respect. “I'm sorry if I disturbed you, I...". You immediately defended yourself, worried you had disturbed him with the noise. 

“Keep playing," he ordered as he approached you. 

You didn't expect that answer at all, but you obeyed immediately. You returned to the position where you left the song. Sukuna sat next to you on the stool as he watched you play. Your breathing altered and your fingers began to tremble as you felt his imposing presence so close. You were making more mistakes now than before. You had to concentrate to satisfy the king's ear. 

“I'm sorry, I'm not very good,” you apologized between stutters, without taking your eyes off the piano. 

“I can see that," Sukuna said bluntly. It felt like a punch to your ego, but you didn't give up trying to please him. “Not bad for a beginner.” You smiled softly at the half compliment.

Sukuna watched you for a while before deciding to take possession of the piano. While you played the melody, he helped you with the chords. Little by little you merged in the music and the intimacy of the moment. Your fingers moved in tandem to create the same piece. At times, your skins brushed fleetingly against each other, dangerously close to wanting to do something beyond just touching. Your heart fluttered endlessly and there was no way you could stop it. 

The king was a magnificent pianist. With four hands and incredible hand-eye coordination, it was clear he excelled. He could play any piece of music he set his mind to with ease and elegance. You were so amazed by his skills that, without realizing it, you stopped playing just to listen to him. As soon as your hands moved away from the keys, Sukuna stopped.

“What's wrong?” he asked, confused. 

“The song sounds better without me,” you answered, ashamed of not being able to keep up with him. Sukuna took both of your hands with his left arms to subtly place them on the keys again. 

“Once you learn, the song will sound more beautiful than you can imagine,” Sukuna promised, waiting for you to play again. 

There was something in that sentence that stuck with you. You knew he was talking about a simple piano song, but your heart had been left with the impression that he was referring to you. You smiled broadly before playing again. Sukuna couldn't help but be infected by your smile. He faced away to prevent you from seeing the effect you were having on him. This was the perfect opportunity to ask you something that has been plaguing his mind for the past few months. 

“You seem to like spending time with me," he said, glancing at you to see your reaction. 

“I was afraid before, but I have gotten used to being around you,” you answered without taking your eyes off the book held by the lectern. 

You were sure that Sukuna treated you differently from the other servants and liked that. It made you feel unique and special. Although, it could also terrify you and leave you frozen. However, you loved spending time with him. Whether it was tidying his room or washing his hair, being in his presence stimulated you mentally and physically. You couldn't help but want more of what was allowed, the forbidden fruit in the eternal garden. 

“What do you think about spending more time with me?” Sukuna asked you, hiding his nervousness about what was coming. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Marry me.” 

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Discover the Best Ballet Class Music for every Dancer's Journey

Ballet, known for its elegance and precision, needs a perfect blend of movement and music. The best ballet class music is vital. It helps dancers find the right rhythm for each step, from pliés to pirouettes. The right music can boost your practice and transform your performance. This is true for both beginner and expert dancers. Let's explore how music can enhance your ballet journey.

The Importance of Music in Ballet

Music is the heartbeat of ballet. It gives rhythm, energy, and emotion to every movement. We select the best ballet class music with great attention. It must match the tempo and style of each exercise. It should guide dancers through their routines with precision. From the warm-up at the barre to the grand leaps in the centre, music helps with timing. It also adds a dynamic layer to the movements.

The right music supports technique and helps dancers connect with their performance. It enables them to express the story behind the steps, bringing artistry to life in every gesture. The music you dance to is key to your experience. It matters whether it is a classical piece or a contemporary variation.

The best ballet class music suits all dancers, from beginners to pros. At each stage of your ballet journey, the right music ensures you are progressing at the right pace. For beginners, slower tempos allow for practice with proper alignment and technique. As dancers advance, the music becomes more complex. It challenges them to refine their movements while staying precise and graceful.

Balletrax’s Ballet Class CD: The Perfect Companion

Balletrax offers a ballet class CD for dancers at all practice stages. This curated collection of tracks achieves an ideal balance between rhythm and melody. It supports dancers from warm-up to cool-down. Balletrax's ballet class music helps dancers stay in tune with their movements. This ensures precision and grace in each step.

The CD is a perfect companion. It has music for all phases of a ballet class. Balletrax's music, from slow adagios to fast allegros, adds depth to every class. It keeps dancers engaged and motivated.

Music Books to Unlock the Secrets of Ballet Melodies

Dancers wanting to understand ballet music should explore music books. They can offer invaluable insights. These books help dancers grasp the structure and nuances of ballet. They cover everything from the music's timing to its emotional undertones. Studying these musical works will help dancers interpret the music in class. They will then connect more with the piece they are dancing to.

Knowing the music behind the movements helps dancers. It refines their timing, boosts their musicality, and enhances their artistry. The best ballet class music is not for listening. It's for interpreting and expressing each note through movement.

Conclusion

Finding the best ballet class music is key to enhancing your ballet experience. Music provides the structure, rhythm, and emotional connection needed to elevate every performance. Balletrax's ballet class CDs and music books let dancers immerse themselves in ballet. They can improve their technique, expression, and performance. The right music inspires dancers to new heights. It makes each plié and pirouette more graceful and meaningful.

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The Underground Truth About Average True Range (ATR) and EURUSD The Underground Truth About Average True Range (ATR) and EURUSD: Master Forex with Hidden Strategies Imagine navigating the Forex world without a map—it's like trying to find a dollar bill in a haystack of euros and yen. But don't worry, because today, we're revealing the hidden power of the Average True Range (ATR) when trading EURUSD. This article is not your typical beginner's guide; it's filled with humor, deep insights, and unconventional tactics that you've probably never heard of. Think of it as a treasure hunt—except instead of gold, you're finding game-changing Forex strategies. Hidden Indicator Tricks that Most Traders Overlook You've probably heard about ATR, that handy indicator that tells you the average volatility of a currency pair over a set period. But here's the catch—most traders treat it like a distant uncle, acknowledging its existence but never really diving into its potential. The truth? ATR is a goldmine for identifying the right moments to enter or exit EURUSD trades, if you know how to use it beyond its basic setup. Don't Set and Forget: Riding the ATR Wave Wisely Here's a funny story—I once knew a trader who used the ATR like he was baking a cake. He set it, left it alone, and then came back expecting profits to magically appear. Spoiler alert: it didn't work out. ATR isn't a "set it and forget it" kind of tool. You need to adjust your stop losses dynamically based on the ATR readings to stay in tune with market volatility. Imagine you’re trying to dance—you can’t keep stepping at the same pace when the music changes. ATR is your rhythm gauge for Forex trading. The key is not just understanding the average movement, but predicting the unexpected. If the ATR is showing that volatility is on the rise, it's time to expand your stops and targets, allowing for that wider price movement. But when ATR shrinks, don’t get caught in the trap—tighten those stop losses, or you'll find your trades dropping like an unexpected sitcom twist. Avoiding Common ATR Pitfalls with a Smile It’s funny how traders sometimes treat ATR like a crystal ball, thinking it predicts future price direction. Let me break it to you—ATR is more like a compass, not a map. It shows the potential range, not the direction of the trend. Using ATR in EURUSD trading is like preparing for the worst while hoping for the best. You know how far things might go wrong, but you still believe in your plan. So, if you’re thinking ATR will magically show you whether to buy or sell—well, that’s like expecting a thermometer to tell you what’s for dinner. Ninja Tip: Use ATR along with price action to get a sense of market sentiment. If the ATR rises sharply and EURUSD breaks key resistance, the market's telling you something's cooking—and it's not just hot air. The "Hidden Patterns" Game: How to Spy on Market Moves Want to know a secret that’ll make you feel like an insider? ATR doesn’t just help with stop-loss settings—it helps spot breakouts. Many seasoned traders use ATR to watch for shrinking volatility before explosive moves. Think of it as the market's deep breath before the sprint. Next time you’re watching EURUSD, look for periods when the ATR is dropping consistently. It’s the equivalent of a tight rubber band—the tighter it gets, the more you know a snap is coming. This is the calm before the storm, and if you can time it right, you can catch the breakout and ride the wave. As one wise trader once said, "The money is in the waiting—ATR is your patience coach." Contrarian Strategy: When Everybody's Dancing, Pause and Think One unconventional approach to trading EURUSD with ATR is going against the herd. When ATR spikes, novice traders tend to jump in, fearing they’ll miss the action. But here’s the deal: when volatility suddenly spikes, most of the easy gains are already gone. Picture this: it’s like joining a flash sale an hour after it started—all the good stuff is already in someone else’s cart. Instead, consider using ATR to do the opposite—wait for the madness to calm down. If you see ATR spiking, it’s often better to stay out and let the dust settle. Once the ATR starts to drop, it’s a good time to step back in, knowing the market is finding its feet again. The "ATR Sandwich": A Tactic for EURUSD Entry Here’s a tasty strategy: The ATR Sandwich. Imagine you’re analyzing EURUSD, and you see ATR expanding while price action remains steady between two levels. In this situation, treat those levels like bread, and ATR like your filling. Once ATR starts to stabilize, expect a breakout either up or down. The trick is to prepare two pending orders: one above resistance and one below support. When the market decides where it’s headed, you’re already positioned to profit, instead of chasing the move and feeling the pain of buying those expensive shoes you’ll never wear. Case Study: ATR and EURUSD Shakeup of 2024 To bring all this home, let's consider a recent example from February 2024. During the ECB meeting, EURUSD exhibited a massive spike in ATR as announcements about interest rates hit the market. Those who used ATR properly saw the rising volatility as a cue to expand stop-loss orders and adjust their position sizes accordingly. However, those who ignored ATR got caught in the dreaded whip-saw, with their stops too tight to survive the fluctuations. Don't let this be you—when volatility comes knocking, be ready to adjust. Combining ATR with RSI: A Dynamic Duo If you want an even more advanced edge, try combining ATR with RSI. Use the RSI to spot potential overbought or oversold conditions, then let ATR be your guide on whether those levels are likely to lead to significant moves. If RSI shows oversold but ATR is dropping, the trend is likely weakening—an excellent time to consider reversing your position or taking profits. On the flip side, if ATR is rising while RSI hits a key level, strap in, because we’re likely in for a ride. This is a great example of using multiple indicators to confirm your bias—or, more accurately, to make sure your bias doesn’t blind you to reality. Conclusion: Making ATR Work for You (Not Against You) Let’s face it—Forex trading isn’t easy, and sometimes it feels more like a roller coaster than a well-planned journey. But with Average True Range (ATR) in your toolkit, trading EURUSD becomes less about guesswork and more about managing risk effectively. Use it to time your entries and exits, watch for breakouts, and don’t be afraid to stay out of the market when ATR tells you volatility is sky-high. And remember, ATR isn't the magic wand that turns everything into gold. It's more like that reliable pair of hiking boots that helps you navigate tough terrain safely—you still have to make the journey yourself, but with ATR, you know the ground beneath you. Finally, I’d love to hear how you use ATR in your trading. Have you tried the "ATR Sandwich" yet, or maybe you have your own ninja tactics? Drop a comment below and let’s discuss—because, as we all know, trading is better when it’s not a solo game. Ready to Take Your Trading to the Next Level? If you found these insights helpful, why not take the next step with StarseedFX? Get the latest economic indicators and exclusive Forex news at StarseedFX Forex News Today. Or, if you want to really level up, consider joining our community of expert traders for daily alerts, live insights, and insider strategies at StarseedFX Community. Until next time, may your pips be plentiful and your stop-losses tight—but not too tight! Read the full article

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Discover (another) secret to speaking Hebrew like a local...

... you will find it anywhere using my unique learning approach!

In my books and courses, you're not just learning words; you're embracing the essence of Hebrew by mastering the perfect pronunciation and intonation. This could not be more important, because in Hebrew, like in the words "rice" and "packing" (present tense, singular masculine), the stress on different syllables completely changes the meaning of the word. And these words are not a single case. Far from it!

That's where my PSP (Phonetic System for Pronunciation) comes into play. It's a game-changer in language learning. I've designed this system to guide you effortlessly through the nuances of Hebrew pronunciation. How?

By marking the stressed syllable with a ' sign. It makes it crystal clear which syllable should be emphasized. This "small" detail makes a massive difference in ensuring you’re understood correctly, sound just like a native speaker, and most importantly - say the right word.

This approach addresses a common hurdle many face: investing time, energy, and resources into expanding their vocabulary without truly understanding how to pronounce the words correctly. Using my programs, you throw this issue out the window. By focusing on pronunciation right from the start, you'll avoid common misunderstandings and build a solid foundation for your Hebrew journey.

Learning Hebrew like a local means diving deep into the sounds and rhythms of the language. It means capturing the melody in everyday speech and using it to convey the right meaning, every time. And it means understanding the WHY behind it all.

Whether you're a beginner or looking to refine your skills, my PSP used across my books and courses is another elements that transforms your Hebrew learning experience and results.

Don’t just learn words—learn how to say them correctly, confidently, and in a way that resonates with the rich culture and history behind each syllable.

Start your journey to fluent Hebrew today, and experience the joy of being understood just as you intend, every time you speak.