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shuadotcom · 7 months

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Smoke & Mirrors (M)

🎡 Summary: You’re feeling uncharacteristically adventurous and your boyfriend just can’t say no to you.

🎡 Pairing: Stoner!Seungcheol x Stoner!Afab Reader

🎡 Genres & AUs: Smut, established relationship au

🎡 Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

🎡 Warnings: Marijuana usage, profanity, hair pulling, pet name (baby), dirty talk, blowjob, unprotected sex, mirror sex, sex while high, semi-public sex, creampie

🎡 Words: 3.6k

🎡 Note: Written for @k-vanity's Wanderlust Festival.

Genre/ride: smut - ferris wheel Trope/event: petting zoo - established relationship

Thank you to my beta bby @horanghater mwah 💋

Taglist: @duhnova @gyuwoncheol @multi-kpop-fanfics 💗

“Oh my god. The carnival is in town.” You spring up on the couch from where you’ve been lounging, head in Seungcheol’s lap. He nearly drops the bong in his hands, but manages to keep it in his grasp.

“You wanna…go to the carnival?” He asks, his sentence coming out just slightly slower than usual. Your Saturday date nights with Seungcheol typically consist of getting stoned, watching tv, stuffing your faces, and then fucking a few times, but you’re feeling restless and adventurous tonight and are itching for something else to do.

Saying no to you has never been one of your boyfriend’s strong suits, which is why you make the short walk from your apartment a couple of blocks to the fairgrounds. Living in the city means easy access to things you need and it helps that it’s the middle of fall, so the air is chilly, but not uncomfortably so, making the walk enjoyable.

“What if people figure out we’re…high?” Seungcheol asks after you arrive and purchase your tickets. He looks around and whispers that last part as you file into the entrance.

“They won’t as long as you stop acting suspicious!” Seungcheol raises his eyebrow at you and purses his lips.

“Me? Suspicious?” You blink back at him, two of you having an impromptu staring contest before bursting into a fit of shared giggles. You likely look insane to the people passing by you standing off to the side, doubled over in laughter, but you don't pay them any mind. Seungcheol’s wide smile and infectious laugh are all you can concentrate on.

When you finally get a grip on yourselves, you take his hand and drag him behind you onto each ride you can. Typically, you’d be hesitant about getting on a ride that came out of a suitcase, but the weed makes you more daring and puts you in a good mood. It helps that Seungcheol, who normally would prefer to stay on the ground, goes on each ride with you, even if he’s a little more apprehensive than you.

Seungcheol lets you drag him around to all of the fast-paced rides first: the tilt-a-whirl, the pirate swing, the slingshot ride, bumper cars - anything that satisfies your cannabis-induced need for speed. He even lets you buy some feed to give to a few farm animals in the small petting zoo. Unfortunately, he does need to practically lift you in his arms to lead you away from the piglet you attempt to steal numerous times. (“We can name him Wilbur!” “That pig is not ours, Y/n!” is the last thing the animal’s owner hears, frowning as you’re taken away.)

Between putting your life and trust in the hands of bored looking carnival workers, you and Seungcheol make it a point to eat. You had left your apartment before you got too deep into your munchies stash, so you had to make up for it with as much funnel cake and kettle corn you can inhale without getting sick.

“Can we please go on the ferris wheel?” Seungcheol pouts at you after you finish off your pretzels.

You’re surprised, eyeing the giant wheel a few feet away from the picnic table you’re sitting at.

“You wanna go on the ferris wheel?”

“I need a break from all the fast and furious rides and that’s the only one that will slow your crazy ass down.” He laughs and you can’t help that your eyes stay locked on the way his eyes squint and his nose crinkles when he lets out the sound - one of your favorite sounds.

You relent because of course you do, and you let him take you to the ferris wheel with him. Seungcheol holds his hand out to help you enter the ferris wheel cart then files in after you, the ride worker shutting the door tight behind you. Seungcheol sits close to you in the small box, his thighs pressing against yours as you wait to start your ascent.

Once the ride finally starts to move, you marvel at the way everything beneath you gets smaller and smaller the higher you move, even if it’s slow and easy-paced. Seungcheol glances out the window on his side here and there, but the weed doesn’t seem to be doing enough to ease his mind at the new heights you reach on the wheel.

To distract him, you reach out and hold his hand, startling him, but he recovers quickly and grips your hand. His fingers are cool as they link with yours, his hand soft and secure.

Something in you stirs and you let your eyes wander, refamiliarizing yourself with the shape of his hands. Your eyes trail up to his arm covered in a jacket that isn’t too tight but still hugs his biceps enough. It’s not zipped all the way so you can see his chest underneath, the cotton shirt underneath hugging his defined pecs (and by god are they defined).

It only takes you a few minutes to feel your stomach churns with a familiar need for Seungcheol. You squeeze your thighs together as you eye his neck and up to his face. All of the skin along the way is much too clear and mark-free if you do say so yourself.

He’d taken his beanie off when you got on the ride and you can see how messy his hair is, especially after he ran his hand through it as many times as he did while you waited for the ride to start. You want to run your fingers through the dark strands so bad.

So you do. Seungcheol is surprised but doesn’t shy away from your hand. He does the opposite in fact, bringing his head closer to make it easier for you. Seungcheol has a lot of qualities you like and one of those is how even though he’s usually in charge in the bedroom, it takes little to no time to initiate intimacy with him.

He simply cannot say no to you.

Knowing this, you start to move your hand down, giving his hair one last comb through before grazing your fingers over his thick neck, fingers tapping the sensitive skin as you go. Seungcheol sighs, leaning into your touch and you go down to his bicep, squeezing it as you keep going until your hand lands over the crotch of his sweatpants.

That seems to break Seungcheol from the daze he had slipped into when you started touching him. He looks at you wordlessly, red-rimmed eyes half-lidded but still asking you a million questions. What are you doing? Are you sure? Here?

Wordlessly, you give him your answer by squeezing his already half-hard cock. You’re so damn lucky that weed makes your boyfriend just as needy the same way it does for you.

Seungcheol groans but doesn’t stop you and instead spreads his legs wider, inviting you in.

Without hesitation, your hand slips into the waistband of his sweatpants and his underwear

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, head slowly angling back to the window of the cart.

“Want you so bad, Cheol,” you whisper even though there’s no one around. “Wanna suck your cock. Can I please?”

“Shit, baby of course.” Seungcheol helps you pull the waistband of his sweatpants down enough to expose the opening in his boxers. You fish out his cock, the heaviness of it weighs in your hand and you can feel just how sticky your panties are against you. You have enough sense to glance out of the ferris wheel card window and you notice that you’re still inching at a snail's pace to the top.

Bending over still in your seat, you give the head of Seungcheol’s dick a few kitten licks. A deep sound rumbles in his chest and it almost makes you moan in response just hearing him.

But time is of the essence, so you swallow him down your throat in one go, the man bucking his hips and yelping in response. His hands fly to your hair, fingers weaving into the base of your strands to tug.

Moaning at the slight sting, you bob your head, letting his dick slide against your tongue, making sure to hollow your cheeks as you work him. Seungcheol loves it when you gag around his length so you do it for him, letting his cockhead nearly hit the back of your throat each time you bring your head down.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking good at sucking my cock…” his words draw out as he starts to fuck your face, albeit lazily. You hum out affirmatively around him, your pussy clenching at the praise.

Your hands wrap around all of him that you can’t take, moving in tandem with your head as you gulp him down, listening to his heavy grunts echo off of the cart walls. It mixes with the wet sound of your mouth working him up and taking him in over and over again.

When Seungcheol starts to pant frantically, you know he’s close.

“Mmm, want you to cum in my mouth,” you drawl around his length, only coming up for a big gulp of air and to tell him what you want.

“W-wait, I wanna fuck you.” The fingers that are tangled in your hair still as he tries to lift you from his cock.

You let him fall from your mouth and sit up, pouting at him. “I don’t think there’s enough room, Cheol.” He seems to remember where you are and how small the space you’re in is.

“Y/n, I can’t wait till we get back to your place. I might cum in my pants on the walk back.”

The thought makes you giggle which earns you a sharp smack on your thigh. You can feel the sting through your leggings and it only serves to make you wetter, your panties inevitably a complete mess.

“Hmm…how about when the ride is up if you can find someplace to fuck me we can do it here.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Seungcheol’s expression turns serious, clearly a man on a mission. He finally turns to take in the ground beneath you, scanning for some place, any place, to take you away from prying eyes. Just long enough to fill you with his seed and watch the look on your face as you cum all over him - for him.

The ferris wheel is beginning its descent as he tucks himself back into his pants and you think he sees something that may be promising, a determined look on his face. When you safely reach solid ground and your cart door opens it’s his turn to drag you around the grounds.

You walk past plenty of rides with their bright lights and loud sounds trying to distract you from what you both want - no, need - right now. All of the booths and rides seem to be running and packed with patrons, nowhere private in sight as of yet.

The answer comes to you when the two of you stumble upon a mirror maze attraction. The building has a ‘closed’ sign on the front doors which are assumedly locked tight.

This doesn’t deter Seungcheol as he simply sneaks with you around the building, looking for some way to get you both inside. When he finds that the back door to the attraction is way too conveniently unlocked, you think of it as a gift from the universe. The universe obviously wants you two to fuck and has handed this to you.

Seungcheol holds your hand tight as he goes into the door first, tiptoeing into a back room, presumably where workers would be when the attraction was live. There is another door that leads you right into the maze. The lights are dim, but they’re on and you can’t help but wonder if someone plans on coming in here at some point.

He takes you far enough into the attraction that you’re surrounded by nothing but yourself, but you’re still close enough to where you came in. The last thing either of you want is to get lost and need to call for help.

“It’s so weird seeing myself so many times. Do I look silly?” You question out loud, eyes sweeping over all of your reflections surrounding you. It makes you a little dizzy seeing so many copies of yourself.

“Of course not, baby. You look as beautiful as always.” Seungcheol’s words echo through your mind when you finally notice he’s behind you now, meeting your eyes through the mirror when you look up.

He's pressed up against your back, his hard cock obvious against you. “So pretty and all mine.” Seungcheol grabs your jaw and turns your head to the side to bring his lips crashing into yours. His tongue immediately pushes through the seam of your lips, wrapping around yours as he grinds against you fully clothed.

You moan into each other’s mouths as his hands move to grab at every part of you - your tits, your stomach, your thighs, your ass. Seungheol explores your body and your mouth and it leaves you as nothing but absolute putty in his hands.

When he pulls away from you, you whine in protest and he places a peck on your cheek.

“I know, sweetheart, but I need to be inside that pussy so badly. You want that too, right?”

“God, yes, please. I need you so bad, Cheol.”

“Fuck yeah, you do. Gonna give you what you need, baby.” He hurries to pull his sweats and his underwear down enough for his length to be free, letting the fabric rest around his thighs. He helps you shimmy your leggings and panties down your legs and drop at your ankles. You’re close enough to the mirror now that Seungcheol bends you over, your hands resting on the cold glass.

“Look at you already, baby. Already dripping for me just from sucking me off and making out?” Seungcheol taps the head of his cock against your ass then down to your pussy lips. He nudges it against your folds once before pulling back, and you whimper at the loss.

“Yes, please, Cheol. Need to feel you. Need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, baby and I will.”

Through the mirror you watch Seungcheol bring his hands around you to your mouth, offering you his index and middle finger. “We have to be quick, so can you help me get you ready?”

Without a second thought, you’re nodding and when he brings his fingers around to your mouth, you suck them in greedily, making eye contact with him through the mirror. You suckle on his digits, wrapping your tongue around them just like you did to his dick.

When he deems his fingers sufficiently coated, he pops them out of your mouth and brings them to your sticky folds. His first stop is your clit, rubbing a few circles into the sensitive nub. Your head falls forward as a long, drawn-out squeal leaves you as soon as he makes contact. You’re already so wet and wound up that you don’t think you’ll last very long at this rate. Lucky for you, your boyfriend is at the same point, his breath shuddering as he slides his fingers inside of you, reveling in how warm and tight you are.

Seungcheol’s thick fingers piston in and out of you, scissoring them with each plunge back into your heat. You love the feeling of him prepping you. He always takes his time to get you ready to take him, giving you extra care, but this is different. You’re not in one of your beds or even the car; you have to be quick to avoid getting caught, but you also need him badly.

“Cheol, please just fuck me, please. Can’t wait anymore.”

“I wanna take my time with you, but fuck, I can’t wait either.”

When he pulls his fingers from you, you look up again and through the mirror, you watch him suck on them, eyes fluttering closed momentarily as he savors your taste. Then he’s grabbing at your hips, his cock nudging your entrance.

Your eyes roll back when he finally slips in, sheathing himself perfectly into your walls. The two of you share a noise of pleasure, his much deeper than yours, and you swear you can hear the bass in his voice vibrate through him and into you. It drives you absolutely insane.

Seungcheol’s hands take hold of your hips, starting at a pace that already has you breathless. Your palms lay flat against the mirror in front of you, fingers splayed to keep you balanced. He fucks into you frantically and with power, the slaps of his pelvis smacking into your ass sound bass-boosted to your ears and it’s your favorite sound at this moment.

The weed always makes feeling Seungcheol inside of you so much better than it already does when you’re sober. Coupled with how he’s driving into you so quickly and so harshly, you feel that much closer to floating away. All of your senses are on hyperdrive as he pistons his hips harder and harder, only making your cries and mewls for him that much louder as your eyes slip closed.

“God, you sound amazing, baby. But you look even better.” Seungcheol cups your face to keep you focused on the mirror in front of you. “Open your eyes.” It’s a demand, not a question, so you do.

Sweat beads at your forehead, your droopy, red-tinged eyes staring back at you looking wild. Your tits bounce even from underneath your jacket due to Seungcheol’s thrusts. The mirror is fogged up where you’re breathing and your hands keep readjusting to keep you up, leaving sweaty prints in their wake. Seungcheol looks no different behind you. His eyes are tired but still boring into yours with each thrust, his tongue darting out to lick his already saliva-slick lips as his face glistens with sweat.

His broad chest rises and falls underneath his layers and you can’t help but think about just how good he looks when he’s not bundled up. The thought makes you clench around Seungcheol’s dick and it only serves to make him fuck into you harder, shoving his length so deep into you that you swear you feel him in your chest.

“Fuck me, Cheol, fuck gonna cum!” You sob, legs trembling to hold you up as your words slur together.

“Yes, yes, come on, baby, cream all over my fucking dick.” Fingers that know your body almost better than you know yourself reach around you, pressing between your thighs and rubbing your clit.

It takes only a few tweaks to have you falling apart, mouth hanging open as you do your damnedest to bite back the squeal you want to let out. Shockwaves roll over you as Seungcheol’s powerful hips thrust into you one, two, three more times and then he’s cumming too. The warm, sticky feeling of him milking himself into you has your eyes rolling back and your body going lax against the mirror.

With the only sounds now being just you and Seungcheol breathing heavily, you become acutely aware of just how fucked out you look. You wonder if people will be able to tell that your boyfriend just rearranged your guts in such a public place.

“Hey,” Seungcheol interrupts your train of thought by tapping your thigh to bring your attention to him. You meet his eyes in the mirror and he flashes you a warm, reassuring smile. “Let’s get out of here?”

He helps you right yourself and pulls your leggings up, then redresses himself. He takes your hand once more and you’re able to sneak back out of the attraction, easily avoiding getting caught.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you snicker, your earlier adrenaline rush quickly returning now that you’ve gotten away with what you wanted.

“That’s probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” he mumbles and you agree with him, sharing more laughter with him as you loop your arm through his.

Could you curl up right now and take a nap? Yes. Could you also do a lap around the fairgrounds like a crazy person? Also yes. But, when you catch sight of Seungcheol’s disheveled hair that he’s run his fingers through a thousand times tonight and his red lips that he’s still biting between his teeth, you only want to do one thing.

“We can do something else crazy if you want,” Seungcheol glances over at you, curiosity written all over his face as he takes in your words.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Mmm, well the outdoor loveseat on my patio is spacious enough for both of us. And there’s a chance someone could see us up there if you were feeling up to being daring again.”

“Since when were you so open to exhibitionism?”

“Since I let you fuck me in a closed-down carnival attraction that anyone could’ve walked into at any time.”

Seungcheol licks his bottom lip again and you want so badly to have that be your tongue on him.

“Let’s go back to your apartment,” he finally decides (not that it takes him very long to do so). “But I wanna eat you out first. Gotta have you ride my face for everyone to see.” His words go straight to your cunt, wetness already pooling and mixing with his cum still tucked inside of you.

And just like that, you’re thanking the past, much more stoned you for feeling adventurous. You have a feeling after tonight, even more adventures await you and Seungcheol, and all of them more than likely involve you crying out his name.

You can’t wait.

Net tags: @kflixnet @kbookshelf

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gallusrostromegalus · 8 months

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So I have noticed something very interesting. Gin is buttering up aizen to feed him to the god machine as some premuim petrol. BUT ALSO many powerful souls that die DON't get fed to the god machine. They go to hell because they are powerfull enough that their removal from the world harms the god machine more than feeding them helps it. So my question is, whats up with that?

there's a couple parts to this:

Powerful souls that go to hell because they're powerful ARE STILL feeding The Life Machine- All that power they're off-gassing in Hell is still going into The Life machine- Hell exists more or less as a ringer to squeeze spiritual energy out of souls before sending them back into the cycle to grow again.

It harms The Life machine more to consume a powerful soul in totality because then The Life Machine doesn't get to use that *particualrly good* soul to generate energy it needs again, and again, and again- So someone like Yamamoto is going to go around about a zillion more times, if things go well.

Problem is, things are NOT going well right now- the wheel is jammed and not giving the Life Machine nearly the energy it needs, so it needs an emergency calorie dump while Tech Support works out how to unjam the wheel, which may, technically, involve stopping and starting it again.

The final thing is a matter of scale. if we think of souls in terms of calories: >Regular animal/plant soul: One Cheez-it. Not a lot individually, but they add up. >Regular Human Soul: One Chicken Nugget/celery and peanut butter. it's technically a snack, but it's not satisfying on it's own. >Average Shingami, Quincy footsoldier or lesser hollow Soul: Fast-food meal. About as much food at most people really need in a day. >Captain-class Shinigami or Espada-class Hollows or Sternritter: Giant Meal At Grandma's House that leaves you passed out on the couch and the leftovers she sends you home with that feed you for a week. >Aizen, once he fuses with the hollow inside the Hogyoku and achieves his Final Form: Actually eating every last crumb of every last dish at the Family Reunion thanksgiving with four grandmas cooking: Two turkeys, A Standing Rib Roast, A Ham, six kinds of soup, two salads, four types of baked vegetables, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, baked potatoes, potatoes au gratin, popovers, busicuits, rolls and bread, an actual ocean of gravy- and then there's dessert: Apple pie, pumkin pie, pecan pie, cherry pie, chocolate cake, cookies, early christmas cookies, avalanches of whipped cream. And ofc- cider and beer and hot chocolate and coffee and soda and fuck it just drink a whole gallon of milk while you're at it. More food than any human should consume in a whole year, let alone one sitting.

So you can see why Aizen is getting pulled out of the cycle for special treatment. He's gonna be there for The Life Machine to gnaw on for most of the series. And even then, after suffering the most direct and intimate contact anyone can get with what passes for god, The Life Machine may yet choose to send his empty, heavily chewed husk back for another turn because that why waste the seed of a good crop like?

#AEIWAM #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach #bleach fanfiction

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cryonme · 2 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐚

—Steve Harrington x fem!reader

—summary: it's the first year steve decided to leave his family out of his birthday plans, and for some reason, it hurts. based on Matilda by Harry Styles.

—word count: 2.1k

—tw: mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of alcohol, shitty parents,

—a/n: family isn't always blood, i love you all.🖤this one's for any of you who can relate.

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You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal"

And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels

Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now

So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

The first birthday Steve can remember, his parents didn’t care. His father gave him a couple bucks so he could ride his bike to the corner store and pick out any snack he wanted, barely even sparing a glance at his son as the older man threw the green bills on the side table, grumbling something about how birthdays are a scam.

Steve remembers the sidewalk in front of him being blurry as he rode his bike, trying his best to blink away the tears and stop the quivering in his lip.

Steve remembers his parents' car absent from the driveway when he got home.

They came home hours later, insisting he get up and get ready for family dinner at his Aunt’s house, where of course he was showered with gifts and his favorite dinner, and a green and blue birthday cake with candles and his name on it, and Steve almost felt special.

Until his uncles drank too much champagne and his older cousins left early to hang out with their friends and his mom and dad fought. He just felt like another reason to eat fancy dinner and get drunk.

And that’s how it went. Year after year.

Eventually he drove himself to the corner store, and eventually he used his own money, and eventually, he brought his new girlfriend to the family birthday dinner.

You.

And man, was Steve proud to bring a beautiful gem like you to family dinner. And it was completely perfect. His younger cousins sat on your lap, his Aunts gushed over how gorgeous you were, his Uncle’s nodded with raised eyebrows, impressed, as you talked about your studies, his mom and dad even laughed at a joke you made.

But it was his birthday, and the Universe would always find a way to ruin his birthday.

Steve and his father both had one too many glasses of champagne, and it only started as a small, even humorous argument, something about a movie quote, or which band sang a certain song, and it ended in far too much yelling, and screaming, and eventually a sharp hand to Steve’s cheek.

Steve remembers you crying and fussing over it when you arrived back to your shared apartment, you felt so guilty that you weren’t aware of how bad it was. He also remembers never being that embarrassed in his entire life.

“You’re never going back there.” He remembered you saying, and he agreed.

He’d do anything you thought was best.

You can let it go

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love

You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh

“Oh, happy birthday sweet pea!” Joyce gushed, pulling Steve in for a hug as soon as she swung the front door open.

“Thanks, Mrs. Byers.” Steve replied, wrapping his arms around the much smaller woman.

She pulled away and put her finger in his face in mock annoyance, “Joyce. You call me Joyce. Or mom. Oh! Honey!” Joyce was immediately distracted by you behind Steve as she pulled you into a hug of your own. “Oh you just look so beautiful. Come in, come in!”

You and Steve shared humorous smiles before stepping into the Byers’ home, immediately welcomed by several bright, smiling faces, all wishing your boyfriend a happy birthday. Dustin, Lucas, Erika, Max and Mike immediately ran to your boyfriend and tackled him to the ground in a giant group hug, a chorus of “happy birthday”’s ringing from all of them and you laughed before pulling the kids off and helping your boyfriend off so he could greet everyone else.

You opted to stand back for a minute and observe, and your heart nearly exploded as you watched him awkwardly embrace Eleven as she handed him a homemade birthday card, and ruffle Will’s hair after he handed him a messily wrapped gift. You watched as Robin embraced him tightly and planted a kiss on top of his head right before Nancy gave him a gentle hug and a sweet smile, wishing him a happy birthday, and finally he moved on to Jonathan, Eddie, and Hopper who gave him firm handshakes and pats on the back, except for Eddie who fully koala’d him and messed up his hair.

You laughed and wiped a stray tear from your face as fast as possible, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable or embarrassed if he turned and saw you crying.

You pretended like something was in your eye as Joyce approached and bumped her shoulder to yours, shooting you a knowing smile, which you returned.

“It’s his first birthday without his family.” You said, and Joyce sighed.

“I know they aren’t great, but it has to be hard.”

You nodded, it was hard. You could see the internal battle through his eyes. Feeling guilty, then feeling stupid for even feeling guilty, it was a constant back and forth, and you could see it.

“I’m really happy he has you guys, though. My family’s no picnic basket either, I don’t know what either of us would do if it wasn’t for all of you.”

“Well luckily,” A deeper, much gruffer voice sounded from behind you as a long arm draped around your neck, you looked up to see Hopper, unlit cigarette between his teeth and an opened beer in hand. “You don’t have to think about that.” He finished his sentence with a wink as he handed the beer, which you took gladly.

“Touche.” –

It was about an hour into the party when you couldn’t find Steve, your mind was slightly clouded from the buzz from all the beers Hopper kept handing you, and you were trying your best to focus and find your boyfriend, when you felt a light squeeze on your shoulder and you turned to see Robin, who was pointing towards the closed door to the kitchen.

“Kitchen.”

“Lifesaver.”

You wasted no time heading to the kitchen, where lo and behold, revealed your boyfriend. His hands were grasped onto the kitchen counter, his knuckles turning white, with his head hung low.

“Baby…”

“I’m a shitty son.”

“Steve, you know that’s not true.”

He didn’t respond. He still hadn’t looked up at you, fully focused on the flooring in the Byers’ kitchen.

“Steve-”

“I know.”

The silence hung heavily in the kitchen, and it continued that way for a while. You didn’t want to push him to talk about anything he didn’t want to on his birthday.

“Why do I feel so goddamn guilty?” He finally said, pushing himself off of the counter and looking at you, his eyes brimmed with tears and his voice shook.

“Steve…” You cooed as your feet carried you to your boyfriend so you could pull him into you, and once your skin touched his he broke, and his body shook with sobs in your arms.

“I want them to be here.” He cried, “I want them to want to be here.”

You tried to hold back your own tears as you pulled him closer, his face buried into your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist, holding onto you as tight as he could.

“I know, my love. I’m so sorry.”

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright

But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside

You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind

Steve eventually pulled away from you, hastily wiping the tears from his face and taking a deep breath.

“It’s fine, it’s not even a big deal.”

You rolled your eyes and planted your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at you. He says it’s fine, but you can see the hurt, it’s plastered all over his pretty face.

“It’s okay to feel sad. Every year, you’ve done the same thing for your birthday with your family, whether or not it’s happy memories, it always hurts to cut ties.”

Steve nodded and you placed a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

“STEVE!!” You heard what was most definitely Robin’s voice screech from the living room and you chuckled.

“I think it’s time for cake.”

If anyone took notice to Steve’s absence or overheard his muffled breakdown through the kitchen door, they didn’t mention or acknowledge it, they simply carried on with the party, which you knew Steve appreciated greatly.

You couldn’t help but reminisce on all you and Steve had been through together as you watched him with his friends, his family, with the biggest smile on his face as he held his mouth wide open for Eddie to throw M&M’s into.

When you first started dating Steve, you were in a bad place with your family too, you had just graduated from Hawkin’s high, and your family was ready to move on, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go with them. The abuse from your father and the manipulation from your mother and the constant nitpicking from your brother was all too much, and you didn’t know how much more of it you could take. Steve helped you find the courage to stand firm, and tell them something you never had before, “No.”

Of course, it didn’t go over well. Your father fought you, your mother cried and claimed you were breaking her heart, but with Steve by your side, and some surprising help from your brother, you gathered up your things, and moved in with Joyce, until you and Steve were both financially ready for an apartment of your own.

He’d never know, and he’d never believe it because of what his family made him believe of himself, but he was your sun. He showed you peace, and solace, and brightness that could pull you out of your darkest days, and he didn’t even know. He would never be able to wrap his mind around just how much you adored him.

You're just in time, make your tea and your toast

You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh

You don't have to go

You don't have to go home

Oh, there's a long way to go

I don't believe that time will change your mind

In other words

I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

“Man, those kids look at you like you hung the moon, Steve.”

The two of you had just returned to your apartment, stacks of leftover food piled in your hands, and hearts full.

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “Eh, they’d look at anyone who’s slightly older than them and saved their asses multiple times like that.”

You shook your head, “You’re special, baby. They don’t look at Robin like that.”

“They love Robin-”

“Of course they do, but you’re something else, Steve. That’s your family.”

Steve nodded and rolled his lips into his mouth, you could tell he was holding back tears.

“Hey,” You grabbed the wrapped leftovers from his hands and set them down on the kitchen counter, before grabbing his hand and leading him to sit with you on the couch.

“Your blood family may be absolute shit, in fact they are. But your chosen family, those kids and your friends and Jim and Joyce, are wonderful. And they love you, and they want you to accept them as family. The assholes can’t hurt you anymore if you just let them go, honey.”

“It’s hard.” Steve’s voice broke as a tear slipped from his eye, which you were quick to get rid of with a swipe of your thumb.

“I know. I know because I’ve done it. But you helped me, Steve. They all helped me. Let us help you, baby, please.”

Your hand cradled his face and he leaned into your touch, leaving a sweet kiss on the palm of your hand as he brought his own hand up to hold your wrist. His breaths were getting shorter by the second, so you situated yourself into his lap and laid your head on his chest, maneuvering his hand that was previously holding your wrist to rest above your heart, so he could feel you, feel that you were right there.

“You can let it go.”

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discount-shades · 1 year

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Sleepy Baby Part 5

a/n: I am super flattered by how many people have liked this little story.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1700 ish

Summary: Jake has thoughts about you.

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In late afternoon Jake parks his truck at Belmont Park Amusement park, he goes to run around the vehicle to open your door but you are already out and looking up at the roller coaster over the entrance. “So… um… this is probably a good time for me to tell you that I will vomit on any ride more exciting than a ferris wheel.” You look sheepish and he is crestfallen. He had been sure you would love the amusement park.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” He is never this nervous taking women on dates. There is something about you that is different. Something that makes his heart beat faster, that makes him willing to agree with anything you say just to get another smile from your lips.

“No, there is enough here to keep me entertained,” you say with a grin as you take his hand and begin pulling him toward the entrance. “And as long as I stay on the ground no one will see my lunch.”

Once inside he stops and pulls you into him. “I should have checked if you liked rides before bringing you here.” He looks into your eyes trying to get a read on how you are feeling and you just smile at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to go somewhere else?”

”Jake, it’s fine,” you say, squeezing his hand. “But If you feel bad you can win me the most obnoxiously large stuffed animal here,” you nod toward a giant rainbow unicorn hanging over the balloon pop game.

“It’s yours.” he says and drags you over to the game laughing.

“Jake, these games are rigged.” You watch as he puts money down for the darts and begins throwing. After he pops the first few balloons easily you change your tactic. “Jake, I don't need a giant rainbow unicorn I was kidding.” He keeps throwing the darts and balloons keep popping. He turns to you, grinning at your shocked expression.

“Your prize.” he says as he hands you the unicorn. With the unicorn in your arms he can only see the top of your head.

“I can’t believe you won me a giant unicorn.” Your voice is muffled from behind the animal. “I’m going to have to win you something now!” Jake is smiling fondly until you shove the unicorn back into his arms and he gets a mouthful of rainbow mane.

“Do I get my own unicorn?” he jokes as you begin to walk up the midway games.

“You are going to have to settle for a lesser prize,” you grin over your shoulder at him as he follows you. “I don’t have your skills.”

“I have you as my prize, nothing can top that.” He grins at your pressed together lips. It is one of the faces you make when he flirts outrageously at you. You trying not to laugh is his favorite expression of yours.

You finally select Whack-a-mole and pay for your turn.

“Should you be playing this game?” Jake grins down at you from around the unicorn. “I mean it is rather violent, at least hangman is only on paper.”

You laugh and wave the mallet under his nose. “Watch it, Sleepy Baby, I'm the one with the mallet.” You turn back and begin to play the game grinning at every hit. You have an intense focus as you smash the mallet on the board and he loves how seriously you are taking the game. Once you win he chooses a plush kissy emoji, smiling widely as you roll your eyes at him grinning. He has changed his mind, his favorite expression of yours is the grinning eye roll.

You are carrying your unicorn and Jake is carrying his emoji when you see the funnel cakes. “I love my unicorn but in hindsight I feel like we should have waited until the end of the night. Because now one of us has to carry this thing around all night.” You are staring at the funnel cakes in longing.

Jake offers to run the unicorn back to the truck for the rest of the evening. You get in line for the funnel cakes while he does. When he returns he finds that you have bought a funnel cake for each of you. “I’ll share a lot of things,” you tell him seriously, handing his funnel cake over, “but not funnel cakes.”

After funnel cakes you insist on the House of Mirrors Maze. “Ok, no hands.” You are standing behind him and you grab one of his hands in each of yours as he walks through the entrance.

“What?” He looks over his shoulder to where you are standing behind him. “Without my hands I'm going to be walking into the mirrors!”

You lace your fingers through his and step closer behind him. “That's the point! Every time you hit a mirror we switch and then you can hold my hands while I walk into the mirrors.” You are grinning up at him with a mischievous look. And he knows he would walk through a lot more than a house of mirrors to keep that smile on your face.

You take turns walking first through the maze. Jake finds himself grinning how every time you hit the mirror you curse then start giggling while leaning back into his chest. You always run around behind him for his turn and end up following too close so that every time he hits a mirror you bump into his back and end up leaning against him shaking with suppressed laughter at his curses. If he is honest, the feeling of you pressed against him is worth repeatedly walking into his own reflection.

You are leading and nearing the exit when a little boy who looks about three comes running around the corner and runs headlong into his own reflection. Jake can feel more than hear you let out a choked gasp of shock and laughter. He can tell you are about to check on the child before the kid gets up and looks at his reflection in the mirror he just crashed into.

“MOTHER FUCKERS IN MY WAY!” The kid's voice rings through the maze and his parents rush to check on him.

At the child’s shout Jake can feel you begin to shake as your laughter bubbles out of you. You are desperately trying to stop but every time you look at the child you dissolve in giggles again. Jake hastily apologies to the couple who are now glaring at you. He gently guides you out of the maze. You are laughing so hard you are crying and lean heavily on Jake as he leads you out.

Once outside, Jake sits you on a bench and watches as you take deep shaky breaths as you try to stop laughing. Closing your eyes you periodically giggle as you get control of your laughter. Jake watches your lip tremble in laughter and decides that this is his favorite part of you. Not you laughing at children falling. But your unbridled joy in everything. How you are equally happy with a unicorn, or playing whack-a-mole, or walking into your own reflection.

“So kids crashing,” he asks, “that's your peak comedy?”

You start giggling again. “It wasn't just the crash.” You say before dissolving into giggles again. “It was how offended he sounded when he swore!” Jake can't help but laugh with you.

The rest of the evening passes quickly. He easily beats you at mini golf. Jake can't tell if you are really that bad at golf or if the fact that you keep muttering, “mother fuckers in my way,” every time you hit an obstacle and giggling to yourself has thrown off your game.

After mini golf you decide to call it a night and walk back to his truck. When you get to the passenger door you see the unicorn buckled into the front passenger seat. “Oh no,” Jake says in mock dismay, “I guess you will have to sit in the middle next to me.” He takes your hand and leads you around to his door before helping you onto the bench seat in the middle of his truck.

“You're good, Jake.” You smile up at him as he sits beside you. “You are very good.”

“I’m too good to be true.” He smiles down at you as he puts the truck into drive.

“Let’s hope not.“ your reply comes out almost a whisper. He frowns slightly at your response but doesn’t say anything.

“I had fun today.” You tell him as you rest your head is on his shoulder as he pulls out of the parking lot. “Thanks for not making me go on any rides.”

“It was still fun without them and I wouldn't make you do something you didn’t want to,” he says. “Rides aren't worth you getting sick.”

You smile and hold his hand as you doze off and he rests his hand on your knee, sweeping his thumb across the soft skin. Everything about the last two days have been perfect, from finding you, to the time he spent with you today.

When he gets to your house he gently wakes you with a kiss to the forehead. “You're home, Beautiful,” he says softly.

You lift your head and let him help you out of the truck. “You’re always waking me up today, Baby.” You smile sleepily as he walks you to your door carrying your unicorn in one arm while holding your hand with the other. When you get to the door Jake kisses the hand that he is holding before releasing you.

He watches you unlock your door before handing you the unicorn. “Goodnight, Kisses.” He says as he walks backward toward his truck, not wanting to push you.

“Hey Jake, you said ‘Goodnight, Kisses’ and you are leaving me without a goodnight kiss!” You call after him frowning. “What's up with that?”

Jake grins and walks back to you. He loves the way your frown turns into a grin at his return. ”My mistake,” he says leaning in to kiss you but with you holding the unicorn he can’t reach your lips. “Mother fuckers in my way.” He mutters causing you to laugh and toss the unicorn through the open doorway.

When you turn back to him he gently cups your cheek before kissing you. You sigh and lean into him with your hands on his chest and he smiles and deepens the kiss. When he leans back your eyes are closed and your kiss swollen lips are smiling.

This is definitely his favorite expression on you.

“Goodnight, Kisses.” he says before giving you one more quick kiss and walking to his truck. He watches you head inside with the ridiculous rainbow unicorn and drives home with a smile on his face.

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the housing crisis in the small city i live in is getting worse. my friends are moving but i need to be here a bit longer still. so i’m looking for a new apartment for me and my cat and i’m frustrated on top of being frustrated bc my brain wont let me lie to landlords and property managers.

nowhere i can afford allows pets. they want SO much fcking money, plus all utilities, plus deposits higher than the rent—and i still can’t have a small animal. i do not respect the concept or practice of landlord-ing but i keep getting this block around lying and terror about being caught. (also, my cat is not a chill silent baby all the time- he’s a big talkative fellow with shit to say sometimes, so being like *blink blink* “umm no cat here” while he breeoowwws in the background sounds really brazen to me).

i think this could be a very small gesture towards being ungovernable but it feels really big and somewhat impossible at the moment. any words of advice for moments like these?

Dog you can totally lie about not having pets and get away with it. If your landlord doesn't live in your building/if it's a big management company you are ESPECIALLY likely to be able to get away with it, because any maintenance person that gets sent to your unit to perform repairs won't have any access to the office files that list whether you are paying pet rent, and the person who processes new leases isn't the same person who processes rent checks ANYWAY, so there's like three layers of people not giving a shit and not looking into records they don't even have access to in the first place to protect you.

When I got my chinchilla, I carried him and his giant cage, food, and a huge pillow case sized bag of hay into the lobby of my building and walked it all right past the manager's office in broad daylight and nobody said a thing. At my next apartment, i also lied. At my third apartment after that, I also lied. At my current apartment I just didn't volunteer the information and they never asked. My chinchila litterally tears up the WALLS with his teeth and runs on a giant wheel made out of an industrial-sized cake pan that is advertised as "just as quiet as a small washing machine." He bangs around in that thang every NIGHT for hours and no neighbor has ever even complained about it. if it were a big dog barking all the time and being badly behaved, that would be one thing. but a cat meowing is like. nothing.

You can do this homie. For your sake in housing, in employment, and in interactions with our evil government you gotta work on your ability to lie. and this is a fabulous place to start. bost building managers that are showing apartments don't give a shit about you and are exhausted and annoyed all the time -- asking if you have pets is a quite throwaway question, not some CIA grilling where they're putting their high empathy lie detector skills on you.

they ask you if you have a pet, imagine that they are asking you whether your pet is going to be a problem. say no. collect the keys on moving day and bring the cat in, in a carrier, with all the other junk you're hauling and act completely bored and tired. you can get away with a LOT acting bored and blase and tired. unless your landlord lives with you, it won't even be an issue.

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 1 year

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How Ari met Pretty girl...

Ari Levinson x reader

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, innuendos, angry!reader, enemies to lovers kinda, grumpy!Ari (let me know if you want to be added to taglist)

<Part 1<

Ari was not in a good mood. Some might say that was nothing new for him. But his morning so far had been a shit show. He was woken up earlier than he'd have liked by his neighbors arguing and slamming doors. Then on his morning run, he ran through a puddle much deeper than he had expected, soaking his feet and legs. His shower wouldn't work properly so he had to settle for a cold one. He then burnt his breakfast and to top it off as he left his apartment building, it once again started pissing it down. And of course, traffic was a nightmare as he made his way to the coffee shop he favoured before heading into work.

His large hands gripped the steering wheel as he grumbled to himself barely paying his surroundings any attention as he drove down the street. If he had, he'd have spotted the pretty girl as she put her umbrella down and shook it off, stood beside the parking spot he'd sped up to snatch just outside the coffee shop. The one that had a giant puddle in the middle of it.

Ari's eyes widened as he watched the entirety of the puddle cover the poor young woman head to toe. "Fuck." He pushed open his door quickly and called out, "Miss, I am so sorry that happened. I didn’t see you-"

"You didn’t see me?" You snapped at him. "How the fuck couldn't you see me? I'm stood right next to your damn car, asshole."

Ari's mouth hung open, not expecting you to speak to him like that. "I-I, wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry... I've had a terrible morning and-"

"Oh, you've had a bad morning. Did you get soaked through by some jerk too?" You glared at him.

Ari gulped and shook his head, "Uh, no... Just, got my feet wet." He chuckled to himself as he ran his hand over the back of his neck.

You scowled at him before huffing. "Y'know what," You drew in a deep breath. "Eat shit." You turned around to head inside the coffee shop.

"Hang on!" Ari quickly moved in front of you and put his hand on the door handle, stopping you from going inside. "I'm trying to apologize here, lady, you can't speak to me like that." Ari frowned at you.

"Oh, forgive me. But when some asshole, who doesn't pay attention to what he's doing and ends up soaking you through with cold, muddy water and then laughs at you, you kinda can't stop yourself from being pissed off and angry with him."

Ari lowered his head with a heavy sigh. "Your right. I'm sorry. "

"You've said." You rolled your eyes.

Ari couldn't stop the smile growing on his lips. "Let me buy you a drink... And some cake or something. To apologize. Please. I really didn't mean for this to happen." Ari pleaded with you.

You huffed but nodded. "Okay but only because I'm cold."

Ari nodded and opened the door, letting you enter first as he smiled to himself. He quite enjoyed the bite you had. Ari watched as the elderly owner of the coffee shop greeted you and handed you a towel before sending you off into the back. Ari felt his cheeks blush as the woman frowned at him.

"What were you thinking, Ari?" She scolded him.

Ari sighed, "I didn't mean for that to happen, Sarah."

"I should hope not." She tutted. "That poor girl is soaked to the bone." She shook her head with a sigh as she walked behind the counter.

Ari nodded. "That's why I'm buying her a drink as an apology." Ari smiled.

Sarah frowned at him. "You should be buying her a lot more than that, Ari."

"And a slice of cake." Ari added.

Sarah shook her head with a soft chuckle. "Your usual?"

Ari nodded. "And whatever-" Ari pointed to where you'd disappeared. "Uh... The pretty girl, wants."

Sarah chuckled. "Y/n... And she'll have a large slice of chocolate cake too."

Ari nodded. "Of course."

You looked at yourself in the small mirror with a huff. At least you didn’t look like a complete mess. And luckily your job required you to have spare clothes with you on rainy days like today, so not all was a loss. As you thought back to the giant bear of man you'd been so rude to, you cringe, knowing your mother would not be please with you. You don't speak to people like that, Y/n. No matter how much of a jerk they've been.

With a deep breath you opened the door and headed back out into the coffee shop, sending a thankful smile to Sarah. She nodded over to the back corner that you preferred to sit in with her own smile. There sat the grizzly bear himself, looking even larger thanks to the small table and chairs he was occupying.

You cleared your throat as you stood beside him.

Ari looked up before standing up, towering over you. "I got your favorite... Or, it's what Sarah, said was, your favorite." He cleared his throat.

You nodded. "Thank you." You offered a shy smile as you sat opposite him.

"No need to thank me. It's the least I could do." Ari sat down, feeling his face heat up as you smiled at him.

"I should apologise, for the way I spoke to you."

He shook his head with a frown. "Please. I was a jerk, I deserved it."

"No, you didn't. If my mother had heard me, she'd have kicked my ass." You joked making Ari grin.

He nodded, "Yeah. If mine had seen me she'd definitely have given me a smack up the side of the head." He chuckled, making you giggle. "I'm, Ari, by the way." He held his hand out to you.

"Y/n." You smiled as you took his hand in yours, biting your bottom lip as you noted how much bigger his hand was than yours.

"Yeah, I know." Ari nodded.

"You do?" You raised your eyebrow at him.

"Sarah told me... Not because I asked or anything creepy. I just, referred to you as, Pretty girl and then she told me." Ari closed his eyes with a defeated sigh, making you smile. "I suck at this." He groaned, dropping his head into his hands.

"Trust me, I suck too." You smirked to yourself, waiting for Ari's reaction.

He lifted his head with a grin. "I see what you did there."

"Too easy." You smiled. "So, tell me what made you so grumpy this morning. Apart from your wet feet, of course."

Ari rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Okay... Neighbors from hell at five in the morning, making all kinds of racket. We've covered the wet feet. Shower wouldn't work, so had to have a cold one. Burnt breakfast. Walking from my apartment to my car soaked me... And, traffic was nightmare... Then, there's soaking you through." Ari sat back in his chair. "Again, I apologise."

You chuckled, "Stop apologising... Just don't do it again."

Ari shook his head as he held his hands up. "I promise, it's not a habit of mine to make pretty girls soaked." He closed his eyes with a groan.

Your head fell back with laughter. "Oh, my god. Tell me, you meant to say that." Ari shook his head, making you laugh even more.

"Changing the subject," Ari cleared his throat. "What's the reason for you having spare clothes?"

"Work." You smiled. "I usually get pretty muddy when it's rains."

Ari raised his eyebrow at you. "What the hell do you do?"

"I work at an animal shelter not far from here." You smiled at him. "I like to volunteer to walk the dogs in this weather. Besides, no one else enjoys it." You grinned. "I just love to watch them run around in the rain, having the time of their life."

Ari grinned to himself as he listened to you talk with so much passion. "You must really love your work?"

You nodded. "I do. It's not always easy, but it's rewarding y'know. Besides, dogs are awesome. Much better than people." You smiled making him laugh.

"I bet."

"What do you do?" You asked.

Ari drew in a deep breath. "Nothing as fun as what you do... I work for a government agency."

Your eyes widened a little. "Oh... Okay... Sounds boring."

Ari nodded with a chuckle. "Sometimes." He groaned as he looked down at his watch. "Speaking of which, I've gotta go. I was running late already."

"Oh, no. I'm sorry I've kept you."

"No, don't be." He smiled at you as he placed his hand over yours. "Talking to you has actually relieved some of my stress." He smiled. "But, uh, I don't quite feel like I've made up for being a jerk." He smiled. "Could, I maybe, take you to dinner?"

Your eyes widened. No, freakin', way. You gulped, nodding. "I'd, like that." You smiled. You reached into your bag and pulled out a pen. You grabbed the napkin that sat on the table and wrote your number down. "Call me when you're less grumpy." You teased making Ari grin.

He nodded. "I will... Enjoy your cake." He sent you a wink as he got up making you blush. "Bye, Sarah..." He waved over to her as he pushed his chair in. "Bye, pretty girl." He whispered as he walked past you making you blush even more.

As the door shut and you watched him walk back to his car you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"I better get an invite to the wedding." Sarah teased making you roll your eyes.

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Love at Sunrise (the worst kind)

HAPPY LAWLU DAY!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Coming back with Chains of Fate for @truffyfest Summer of Lawlu!! But also we all know that I am insane so of course I didn't stop there. We have:

Summer of Lawlu, June 6: DAWN | CAUGHT IN THE RAIN | “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

OP Bingo 2023 (yes I know, don't look at me): Picnic

@opfluffzine Wheel of Fluff event: Kisses

No, I didn't read this after myself, yes, I'm even less prepared than usual this year xD I'm too busy lately 😭 Please bear with me for now and I'll see you next week 🤍 EDIT: I've read it over now, sorry about the weird typos arrvaerv

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There wasn’t much Law wanted in life.

Peace and quiet. Knowledge. His crew’s safety. A dry and comfortable bed. A decent amount of sleep. It wasn’t that much to ask, in his humble opinion.

So then why, why in the world was he sitting out here on a soaking wet picnic blanket at five in the fucking morning, surrounded by laughing and singing and shouting people all around him? It was neither dry, nor comfortable, peaceful, quiet nor was he getting any sleep at all anytime soon, by the looks of it.

Hell, he couldn’t even attest for the safety of his crew; no one was dead, but the recent battle with the Blackbeard pirates had carried its toll. Everyone was injured and most of them shouldn’t be even moving around. Not that that had stopped those idiots from partying after reuniting with their ‘allies’.

Quotation marks because the alliance with the Straw Hats was over. It had been over for two weeks, as Law had reminded his crew countless times. And yet, both crews still stubbornly insisted on calling each other that.

All except Law himself, of course.

“Torao!!”

Law closed his eyes momentarily, praying for patience as the biggest pain in his life approached him fast—his flip flops slapping in the mud soaked by the sudden downpour that had interrupted the party earlier, a giggle on his lips, and bringing the smell of meat and bonfire smoke and the sun with him.

How did he always manage to smell like the sun, even in the middle of the night, right after a rain, when they haven’t seen the celestial body in hours? Law had no idea.

“Torao~! Why are you just sitting here?” Straw Hat questioned once he skidded to a stop right behind Law, before immediately grabbing onto Law’s shoulders and leaning over to press an awkward, upside-down kiss to Law’s forehead.

Law huffed, raising an eyebrow at Luffy. “Better question, how do you still have the energy to be so loud?”

Law tried to sound annoyed but with the way his lips twitched and one of his hands immediately raised to touch Luffy’s own hand on his shoulder… he wasn’t sure he succeeded.

Either way, Luffy wasn’t phased. “It’s our first time on Elbaf!! Of course I’m excited, look how giant everything is! Even the meat is huge!”

“Of course you’d get excited about the meat,” Law teased.

“Not just the meat!”

“Of course,” Law placated, doing his best to sound as sincere as he could.

“Jerk,” Luffy shot back immediately, giving Law a pout. “I hate you.”

Law couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at that. “Glad to know my own soulmate hates me.”

“You can be my soulmate and a jerk,” Luffy announced, sticking his tongue out for good measure.

Law shook his head, trying not to show the smile that was pulling on his lips. Not for the first time, he had to wonder how the hell he had ended up with this absolute menace as his soulmate, and why the hell did he actually enjoy it.

It was ridiculous.

This entire… thing they had was ridiculous, just as anything that involved Straw Hat was ridiculous. Like him breaking the chain of a soulmark on Law’s arm with ease on Dressrosa, like invading Whole Cake Island, like beating Kaido, like bringing an entire fucking Buster Call on himself not two days after Law had left him unsupervised.

And yet, Law couldn’t bring himself to hate it—or to regret a single moment they’d spent together since running into each other on Punk Hazard.

That in itself was ridiculous.

But really, who was the ridiculous one here?

Did it even matter?

Without a word, Law grabbed Luffy’s hand still on his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the knuckles—scarred and rough and rubbery and oh-so warm…

“Torao? Are you okay?”

No. No, he was not.

He didn’t realise how scared, how tired, and how stressed he had been since the crew’s run-in with Blackbeard until Luffy was safely back by his side. Just hearing his voice, feeling his warmth, having his presence solid next to him was enough to have Law’s carefully constructed mask of I’m fine fall into pieces.

Law’s soulmark tingled when Luffy twisted his hand so that he could lace their fingers together, squeezing lightly.

That simple gesture was enough to ground Law.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he sighed finally. “Don’t worry.”

Luffy was silent for a moment but then he nodded and, a second later, his usual grin was back. He didn’t waste any time in joining Law on his gross, wet, cold blanket, pressing himself against Law’s side as he huddled close, with Law’s arm automatically wrapping around his shoulders. Before they settled into each other, Luffy pressed a quick peck to Law’s cheek, to which Law huffed. That just seemed to make Luffy laugh.

Sometimes, Law had to wonder what about his reactions was so damn funny.

For a while, they simply watched as the last few people from their crews who were still awake partied together and with their new and old giant friends. Honestly, Law wasn’t even surprised that the Straw Hats had somehow managed to pick up an befriend not one, not two, but five giants somewhere along the fucking way before Law even knew knew the crew. Although, admittedly, one of those five had Nico Robin in a sobbing mess on the floor the moment she saw him, much to her own crew’s confusion.

Law didn’t want to know what that was about. He had enough of his own childhood trauma to deal with, thank you very much. Robo-ya could deal with that particular issue.

As they sat in comfortable silence together, Law played with Lufffy’s hair absentmindedly; eventually, he went to kiss Luffy’s temple where he was resting his head against his shoulder… but as he turned to do just that, he suddenly realised how light the sky was getting on the eastern side of the island.

“You’ve got to be kidding…” he muttered, glaring at the first, slight tinges of orange.

Luffy only hummed questioningly, and Law could just imagine the cute, confused frown on his face.

“It’s dawn. It’s fucking dawn, Straw Hat-ya.”

“Oh! Nice!”

Law took a deep breath, his eye twitching. “I hate sunrises, Straw Hat-ya. Do you know why?”

“But they’re so pretty…” Luffy whined and Law took a deep breath.

“They’re pretty to you. To me, though, there are only three reasons I’d ever watch one. Insomnia, nightmares, or you keeping me up until ungodly hours in the morning doing stupid shit,” Law hissed, shooting Luffy an unimpressed look.

Straw Hat, however, completely ignored the very unsubtle jab. “I like the last option best.”

Clicking his tongue, Law shook his head. He refused to admit out loud that he felt the same way. Being forced to socialise until morning was much preferable to trying and failing to fall asleep in complete silence and darkness for hours on end.

But still…

“I hate you.”

“Liar.”

Law clicked his tongue at Luffy’s all too amused snicker. Brat.

Finally, Law sighed. “It’s still weird though. This.” He gestured vaguely with the hand he had on Straw Hat’s shoulder. “You know, I never wanted a soulmate. I never wanted this fucking soulmark. And now I’m sitting here, as uncomfortable as can be. Because of you.”

“Hey!” Luffy cried. “I didn’t force you to sit on the soaked blanket when there was a nice bonfire going right here the whole time!”

“And who was the one who insisted on me not leaving when it started raining, holding my injured crew hostage?” Law asked, voice dripping in sarcasm. “Someone had to make sure no one fucking died.”

“Excuses.” Luffy waved his hand dismissively.

Closing his eyes momentarily, Law forced himself to stay calm. “What I’m trying to say”—he paused, mentally preparing himself—”is that it’s weird as hell. I never wanted a soulmate and yet I…”

He trailed off, suddenly out of words. What was he saying? Why was he saying this? Is it too late to back down?

“Yet you…?” Luffy prompted.

Yep. Definitely too late.

Fuck…

“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just… did. And I can’t figure out why.”

The silence that followed only served to drive the mortification Law was feeling in. He almost wished Luffy had laughed in his face instead of taking all this sweet time to process Law’s words.

It felt like hours before Luffy finally responded.

“I fell in love with you too. And it has nothing to do with the soulmate thing. I just love you. Don’t think so hard about stuff, Torao.”

Law cringed; having Luffy be the voice of reason always felt like a slap in the face—which was usually exactly what Law needed in the situations it happened.

“It’s your fault for keeping me up so late. I’m getting delirious.”

At that, Luffy burst out laughing; and, even though he was mostly laughing at him… Law couldn’t help but smile. Luffy’s joy was infectious, today and always. Brighter and more beautiful than any sunrise could ever dream to be.

Oh god, he really was sleep-deprived.

With one final huff, Law leaned in, pressing his lips against Luffy’s in that day’s first, proper kiss. Actually, wasn’t this their first kiss since they parted in Wano? Maybe.

It didn’t matter. What mattered was the way Luffy’s lips stretched into a smile against Law’s mouth, his hands coming up to hold onto Law’s coat as he returned the kiss eagerly. Nothing else mattered at all.

Law may not have gotten any quiet, comfort, dryness, knowledge, or the least amount of sleep tonight—hell, even safety was questionable during this party despite there being no danger to them on Elbaf in theory. But, with Luffy and his crew within reach once more, Law really couldn’t say he was complaining.

Maybe, happiness was enough sometimes.

He would still not say no to a fucking bed though.

#one piece #lawlu #lulaw #lawlumonth2024 #chains of fate #soulmates #canonverse #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #kisses #katie pretends to fic #now excuse me while i go pass tf out #i'm so tired #ahahaha #don't even have the energy to tag everything i usually do advaer #too much happening irl on top of a deadlines holding my by the throat constantly the past few months #i promise to edit eventually 💀

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marshvlovestv · 2 months

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In honor of me having so much video game music downloaded on my phone that I ran out of storage and had to buy a new phone. My favorite track from each video game OST I have!

Bastion: Brusher Patrol (Such a bizarre clash of styles, I can't help but love this one. Shout-out to the part that sounds like Darren quietly scatting in the background.) (Also special shout-out to Build That Wall, probably my favorite vocal track in any Supergiant game)

Celeste: Scattered and Lost (I am such a normie for this choice but face it this track absolutely slaps.)

Chicory: A Colorful Tale: Song of the Wielders (I love how this song has actual lyrics but I still prefer to sing along with the Simlish version that Pizza and Chicory sing.)

The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood: Illusion (First of all I love how every character in this game has their own theme I go feral for that kind of thing. Kurielle is probably one of the characters who stood out to me the least but by god is her theme gorgeous. I love the vocals and how a later track includes a sneaky reprise.)

Cuphead: Dramatic Fanatic (Tap dancing :D)

There are literally thirty of these so I'm doing a read more

Death's Door: The Grey Crow (A heartbreaking boss fight scored with the appropriate amount of anguish)

Deltarune: Cyber Battle (This melody is so underrated and ya know what, so are the characters associated with it. Sweet Cap'n Cakes forever.)

Elsinore: Donne, The Boat Boy (I love this song because it's associated with Lady Guildenstern, aka the best character in gaming full stop, but it's also just a fun little sea shanty that I think they made up for this game so I love that. Also has a lyrical version.)

Evergate: Police (Okay so the level with the police drones is one of the more frustrating ones in the game but the music is hauntingly beautiful so I give it a pass)

Going Under: trust fall (Marv is easily one of the most hateable video game antagonists of all time but damn if his boss theme doesn't slap)

Hades: Last Words (The rolling and the tolling of the bells bells bells bells bells)

Harmony: The Fall of Reverie: Reverie Ascendant (Lena Raine does these medley tracks so good man)

Hollow Knight: Dung Defender (By far the catchiest song about poop on my entire phone)

Ikenfell: Rose Thorns (So the insanely long final boss fight against Oxley overshadowed Aeldra's boss fight in my memory for a long time, but when I watched another playthrough and bought the OST I realized "Oh her theme bops SO much harder than his ever could")

Inscryption: A Final Duel (A hardcore remix of The Scrybe of Magicks, aka one of the only melodic tracks on the album and therefore the one every YouTube video about Inscryption uses in the background. I prefer the epic version just a bit more because honestly that Magnificus setpiece is the best moment in the game)

Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass: Fun, Sunny Day (A fun and silly track as the title suggests, elevated even more by the context in which it plays in the game. The area music alternates between this and the more somber Rainy Sunday to illustrate that Jimmy mother is bipolar [very cute and silly game])

Omori: Bready Steady Go (Like the absolute dipshit I am I actually completely missed the optional Orange Oasis when I played this game myself. Every Let's Player finds it somehow, though, and when they fight the Unbread Twins I invariably stand up and dance along to the boss music.)

One Step from Eden: Perpetual Motion (It's just a good-ass track y'all)

Ori and the Blind Forest: Conundrum (In a soundtrack of sweeping orchestral pieces, this more subdued version of theme that only plays during one small puzzle section might seem a weird choice. But I've always really liked it)

Ori and the Will of the Wisps: Kwolok's Malaise (Kwolok's leitmotif is perfect for a giant frog and the boss remix takes it to it's logical conclusion)

Paradise Killer: Go! Go! Style (This track makes me feel like I'm having a sugar rush. The whole OST does actually but this one especially)

Pyre: Path to Glory (It's just got a really unique vibe to it. I like it)

Scarlet Hollow: Avery (Chill and really beautiful. Avery themself is kind of a sleeper character at this point but I can't wait for Brandon to remix their theme when they get assimilated into a giant plant monster)

Slay the Princess: The Princess (Okay full disclosure I've only played this game once so I don't have the full context for a lot of the tracks on this OST. Maybe hearing them alongside their respective princesses will make me like them more, but for now the title theme is too iconic to beat.)

Sounds of Sympathy (the OST for the game anthology Essays on Empathy): Zen and the Art of Transhumanism (In the Essays on Empathy documentary, fingerspit talked about how she prefers writing obscenely long tracks so the loop doesn't get annoying. Unfortunately for her my favorite track on this album is only three minutes long. It's a lovely little bop.)

Spiritfarer: Mind Palace (I played Spiritfarer before any of the character updates were released, so I didn't get Daria's mind palace sequences in my game. And I mean, they look very platforming-heavy so I'm okay with that, but god this is a gorgeous piece.)

Transistor: Impossible (I think this is Royce Bracket's boss theme? I don't know when any of the tracks on this OST specifically play in game. Regardless of all that this one gets me pumped.)

Unavowed: One Man's Power (I couldn't find a video of this one, but it's gentle saxophone solo that plays when Logan Brown is introduced. I think it fits is character really well and just sounds really nice)

Undertale: Death by Glamour (Best song for best character, enough said)

Wandersong: Moonscape (God knows this game gave me a lot of great options to pick from, but I settled on this one because it's so uplifting.)

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mariekanker · 4 months

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sai file cleaning day

[IMAGE ID, IMAGE 1: Digitally drawn doodle page of various One Piece characters in a more cartoony art style where everyone has big heads and noodley limbs. Drawing 1: The first drawing is of Sanji and Bartolomeo. They're drawn waist up and Bartolomeo is grabbing Sanji by the torso and biting his arm with a wall eyed expression. Sanji appears to be only mildly surprised by this. Drawing 2: Waist up drawing of Carrot arc welding with her right arm. She's wearing a standard welding mask, a fire proof jacket, and a leather gauntlet glove on her left hand that she's using to hold her right arm steady as she makes a tee weld in the flat position with small metal plates. Drawing 3: Full body doodle of Luffy wearing a creeper t shirt, a jacket, basketball shorts, a bracelet mostly obscured by the long sleeves, and a chew necklace. He still has the straw hat and flip flops as well. He's looking off to the right with a blank neutral expression. Drawing 4: Franky doing surgery on himself, drawn from the thighs up. He is in the earlier stages of the cyborgification. He's laying on his back, holding himself open with his left hand that's a simple metal clamp, and his arms are bare metal pipes. His right hand is some kind of soldering iron that he's using to install a metal cylinder with a pipe coming out from the bottom in a zigzag pattern, replacing his stomach and intestines. His rib cage is visible as well, though there are no blood or organs shown. He has wheels installed on the sides of his hips. His head is still entirely organic and unchanged, and is looking down at himself, he looks very tense and stressed out. The only color in the drawing is Franky's blue hair and the line art on his torso is a gradient of blue to yellow to magenta. Also there's a little drawing of Sanji in the corner that looks like in was drawn in 20 seconds, he's dumbed down to a lanky black shape with long legs and huge feet, one big eye on a square head, and a long cigarette.

IMAGE 2: Unfinished sketch of Sanji and Luffy from One Piece, drawn digitally. The drawing is a spoof of the scene in the Whole Cake Island arc where Luffy tries to get Sanji to come back with him (the second time) and Sanji refuses. Sanji is turning away from Luffy and towards the viewer dramatically, arms crossed and hands holding his own shoulders, cape flapping in the wind, and a single sparkling tear rolls down his cheek. He is saying: "Get out of here and leave me alone, Luffy! You'll never understand me and my tragic past. Just leave me to die here!" in a cursive font where each capital letter has a little illustration of Cinderella over it like a fairy tale book. Luffy is staring at Sanji, in a much more simplistic style, contrasting against the relatively realistically proportioned Sanji. Luffy's staring at him with big eyes and giant pupils, with a completely blank expression. A couple of swords can be seen in the background, halfway driven into the ground. END ID]

#one piece #2023 #2024 #sanji #bartolomeo #luffy #carrot #franky #id in desc

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spidey-bie · 10 months

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I went to the fair yesterday. I have more fair thoughts with Hobie (Jay what about the depression fic....it's coming I swear 🥲)

Warnings: Food. I tried with his accent again....

You will feed this man so many fatty fair foods that it'll send a shock to his British palatte.

"So of course you have to try a deep fried Oreo. But there's also fried butter, deep fried brownies, fried ice cream, fries with cheese, candied apples, cotton candy, funnel cake a la mode topped with strawberries, snow cones on and on etc."

"And we're eating all that right now? Seems a bit much innit?"

"Of course not my love. We eat that in between rides throughout the day. Keep up."

Flipping off the police officer's booth every time y'all pass by.

He will not get any of the novelty items that they sell like those big lemonade cups or the bucket of fries. They are overpriced and a waste of plastic.

He doesn't understand why you bought those fries that are 7 bucks and yet he still sat there and stole ate some.

"Hobie why are there less fries in my bucket than before?"

"I ain't got a clue mate."

"Hobart, stop touching my damn fries."

"And if I don't?" He reached into the bucket while maintaining eye contact.

You smile sarcastically.

"Oh you think you're cute. Don't worry I've got something for you later."

Y'all get on every ride there. Every single one. Excluding the ferris wheel because it's boring as hell.

I feel like he's the type to get lost if you don't keep an eye on him. (How does one lose a giant?)

After getting tired of walking around looking for him you have them call for him at the fair office over the speakers.

"You didn't have to do that."

"You didn't have to eat my damn fries either but here we are."

You win a lot of prizes for him at the game booths.

You didn't think about how you both would have to carry them around the fairgrounds so you decide to hand then out to kids and couples.

Overall he had a good time and if you ask him to go with you next year he will.

(A/N: Do think Hobie would go to a county fair? No. But I'm gonna drag him there and he's going to eat a candy apple WHETHER HE LIKES IT OR NOT. Y'all ever realize that most fair rides are just things going in a circle really fast or really slow.)

#hobie x reader #hobie x black reader #hobie x black!reader #atsv x reader #my bae [🎸]#jay and the spiders #cory writes

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lotrmusical · 9 days

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here it is: the Big Wheel of Things People Love About Watermill Lord of the Rings!

spin here

optional: use what you get as a creative prompt for fanworks to celebrate the anniversary of the production! (full info here)

a couple stats from sorting the responses, just for fun:

louis/frodo is the most commonly mentioned, followed by nuwan/sam, aaron/aragorn and folarin/gimli.

a full 10% of responses mention the characters' physical affection: hugging, holding, reaching for each other, etc. this is truly the world's claspiest musical

louis and nuwan are tied for the most quoted line deliveries, followed by tom

everyone really loves the ent noises and falling leaves in the fangorn scene. (5 separate mentions)

full list of responses & credit below the cut 🍃

@cicelythereaper:

The Ents being represented by the sound of wood striking wood in the walls

The actor-musician setup - the way everyone is musical and telling a story!

Galadriel standing within her giant wreath - which turns into a sort of Ring of fire when she's considering going darkside

The choreography of Flight to the Ford

Frodo and Gollum's parallel body language

Folarin's performance in Moria

Saruman. Everything about Saruman

Aragorn's habit of clasping people's heads

@mischieffoal:

Matt Bugg's Gollum thirst traps

Lobelia

Evil flute magic

I want the ring/risk to be mine alone

Day May End

The breath like choreo at the first "lorien laure"

clutching our heads in his hands

Mrs. Bracegirdle

Samfrosie 5ever

GIRL PIPPIN

"our lives are woven together yours and mine"

aoife's voice

sioned's extremely eldritch elf queen

brown sam and black rosie!!!!!

yazdan's just really hot

extreme divorced energy saruman/gandalf

that bit in the council of elrond where Legolas speaks just as the turntable has put him directly facing the audience

Boromir's death and wake

Boromir's ghost/Faramir

Aragorn/Arwen, they do it SO WELL

@nowandforalways:

The new arrangement on specifically Frodo's verse of Now And For Always

"SAM LOVES ROSIE SAM LOVES ROSIE"

The way that PDukes says the words "a far, green country"

Frodo constantly slinging his arm around Sam's shoulders

Plum cake

Bilbo kissing Frodo's hands

Ensemble hobbits reaching their hands out to Frodo when Sam helps him up before Wonder

Hobbit hug after Gandalf falls in Moria

"Heyday" stupid-foot-tap-jump-thing

The change in Gollum's voice after Frodo calls him "Smeagol"

Sparkly elven cloaks

The way Arwen holds her arms

Stab Wound Continuity™️

Shelob puppet

PDukes standing behind Theodenothor looking so SAD

Arwen & Aragorn's matching arm movements during Lasto i lamath

The "beat drop" in Lothlorien (when they start singing in Quenya lol)

"Master Elrond, WHY there is a dwarf here I do NOT know"

The lighting during Song of Hope (reprise)

The Black Speech being projected on the back wall when Gandalf takes it out of the fire in Bag End

Frodo mostly hanging back at his own birthday party and then immediately getting SO INTO IT when the dancing starts

Frodo fully forgetting his pack at the start of The Road Goes On and Sam grabbing it for him

Louis' voice

Frodo directing the other hobbits and encouraging the Breelanders during The Cat And The Moon

The red waistcoat with Louis' dark hair and eyes

How physically affectionate Frodo is with the people he loves

TIRED AND COLD

Frodo grabbing Smeagol's arm to counter-balance as Smeagol falls into Mount Doom

Louis being the resident freak in all of the cast interviews

Frodo being on the lower harmony for the first time in the whole show when he joins Sam singing at the Gray Havens

@eelfleece:

BIG! SPIDER! PUPPET!

little small leaves floating down in the ent scene and the soft Boom Boom accompanying them

anonymous:

It drove my sibling's wife insane for several months. Sometimes the most important thing about a production is how much it means to people you care about.

the actor-musicianship

the intimacy of the theatre

the cast themselves

the strong south-asian inspiration in the music and choreo

It felt like such a genuine production. No big stage or huge light shows, just actors having fun and delivering one hell of a performance. The smaller venue helped with that a lot

The pre show where Bilbo walked among the crowd greeting people and chatting with them as if they too were hobbits.

I walked from Newbury station to the theatre so getting there and seeing that the outside of the theatre was decorated as well was such a good way to arrive there after an hour of walking

All of the actors being the ones who play pretty much all of the music as well made me have so much more respect for the amazing cast

The parts where actors played outside of the stage like gollum climbing the decor or Aragorn (I think) suddenly being on the balcony.

The leaves falling when the ents are in the scene made it so much more immersive

The costumes made for the production were amazing. Each one suited the character well

I saw the actress who played pippin smiling throughout the entire show. She was having genuine fun and that made it so much more authentic to me

I am Astonished that they managed to fit all the three books into one musical.

I just really hope this musical will someday return to the watermill theatre as it was the best performance I have ever seen. Nothing will top this

the way louis maskell says "mr gandalf - please" with a laugh in his voice as he kneels next to sam to "protect" him from being turned into anything unnatural

the final show where sam scurried behind frodo during "don't let him turn me into anything… UNNATURAL" so frodo just knelt with his hands out in front of him like "Mr Gandalf… please"

Legolas! and! Gimli! forehead! touch! and! head! clasp! during wonder after talking about seeing the caves and the forests together

Louis Maskell's wiggles

Yazdan's northern accent for Legolas

the Look TM and intonation on Frodo's "…goodbye, Sam" before they do the foot tapping as Sam heads off to the Ivy Bush with Rosie

looks like /you've/ got ALL the company you need

oh yes! lots of FRUIT around here

Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli doing different rituals whilst kneeling over Boromir's body

Aarongorn's ritual gesture - hand to head, chest and lips

boromir: 'and defeated him!!' elrond: '…...yes. 🙄'

'don't adventures ever have an end?' bilbo's heartbreaking tone

circle of light holding gandalf captive in isengard

the pattern from the moria doors also used on gimli's costumes

NAZGUL PUPPETS. horse skull my beloved

the blue cloths rippling down from the ceiling for flight to the ford

amelia's high harmony in road goes on

council of elrond turntable and curved benches blocking that effortlessly puts everyone where they need to be to keep the scene moving, clear, dynamic

'go forth in hope that the small may succeed where the great could not' tom's tone and gentleness with frodo making me cry every time

STAR OF EARENDIL A CAPPELLA MOMENT. CHILLS FOREVER

all the times merry, pippin and sam support frodo and help him along, emotionally and physically

EVERYONE MIRRORING SAM AND REACHING OUT THEIR HANDS TO FRODO BEFORE WONDER

nuwan's beautiful floral guitar strap

sioned's galadriel becoming increasingly terrifying, her distant gaze and lilting intonation

matt bugg gollum upside down moments

the audience helping to rebuild the shire for the epilogue

the big white sail for frodo to exit behind one final time, and his last look back as he goes

all the people playing instruments but ESPECIALLY elliot getting so so energetic and hype during song of hope reprise

'w-w-what she means is… how about a song?' and the other hobbits immediately dying inside

FOLARIN'S LAMENT FOR MORIA and his bowing to the surroundings before he starts and the depth and reverence and awe he brings!!

CHARLOTTE GRAYSON ROSIE 'i've been expecting you since the spring!!' making me cry every time

aarongorn's gentleness and reluctance to come out, and the way he sits during the council trying to fade into the background while everyone's talking about the lost sword

bridget and reece's cartwheel/lift choreo in cat and the moon!

the lights in the big tree by the outside stage

'that's often how it is in a forest, pip' geraint's hilarious delivery, and him and amelia clearly having the MOST fun together

The ensemble acting as an extension of Sam! He represents the people ✊

The way Aragorn falls to his knees after Song of Hope (Duet)

The nazgul lighting

Incorporating the environmentalist message from the book with the wildflower packets, the orcs' industrial look, and the emphasis on rebuilding at the end

The ensemble narration :)

The sense of loss that clouds the production, as it tells of the end of an era and doesn't quite finish where it started (same place but so much is missing) (again with the rebuilding theme)

Rosie Cotton

Creative use of the physical space in the house!

The ents being represented by Noises

Being a major adaptation willing to mess around with gender! I hope this starts a trend of more genderfuckery in Tolkien adaptations

the detail of the set and costume design!! e.g the pattern on gimli's costume matching the moria floor pattern

Folarin's Lament for Moria - absolutely incredible voice, was swept away

The hobbits hurriedly putting their waistcoats on and rolling up their shirtsleeves as they transition from Mount Doom to Gondor

Yazdan's wide eyed wonder and smile as he sings Lorien

Sam's quiet, muttered "no Frodo" when Frodo says "goodbye Sam" during the final (I love to have my heart smashed into a thousand pieces)

Charlotte as Rosie - so joyful and sweet and strong and A++++ fiddling

whoever's job it was to stick their hand through a hole in the ceiling and drop leaves one by one while the ents were talking

Nuwan's Sam and Louis' Frodo, how tender and in love they were

HANDS

Tiny weirdo powerhouse Georgia Louise Galadriel!! Best Galadriel performance ever.

Boromir and Sioned-Elf’s mesmerising interaction at Lothlorien

Legolas and Gimli's arm clasp / forehead touch during Wonder

Bilbo’s birthday party in the garden and getting to wish him a happy birthday

Frodo’s expression when Elrond gives him his blessing

Elf hand choreography and hand speak!!

Literally everything about Nuwan and Louis in Now and for Always

Sassy Elrond/Saruman

Aaron’s soft boi Aragorn. I stan a gentle king.

Nuwan's Sam being decisive and protective with Frodo and taking no sh*it. "Lots of fruit around here!" comes to mind.

#lotr musical #lord of the rings musical #lotr #watermill anniversary creative celebration #long post #thanks everyone for sending these in i had the best time reading through all the responses #all of which are very normal #also if you want me to add/remove credit for your responses let me know :)))

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richeeduvie · 14 hours

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Okay, it's Princesa's birthday and out of nowhere, a present arrives from Eladio: a flashy pink car with a huge bow and a birthday card calling her Princess, lol. What would Lalo do?

"Don, hay un auto afuera para ti."

Lalo keeps his smile on his face and crinkle wrapping paper noises off in his hands. He throws it to the floor.

"Car?"

He wasn't expecting any car.

Lalo looks to Nacho before he stands and leaves a kiss on the birthday girl's head.

"Wait here, let's see if it's a present for you. But don't open any without me."

Something like that, Lalo doesn't need anything that isn't something like that. He turns from a smiling Princesa, but he closes his mouth - shuts out the light in his eyes when they meet his guy's.

They glance down and the guy's eyes follow. He puts a hold on his gun and Lalo's satisfied with that. Ready.

It's a quiet walk to the gate - and it creaks as it rolls open.

"Quizás no sea para ti…"

It's for as hell sure not for Lalo, considering how damn pink it is. It's the most feminine car he's ever seen, a giant bow on the hood.

"...What the hell is this?"

"Maybe present for her. Like you said."

Lalo's more confused when his guy breaks out into a smile, laughing before the horn honks. And honks.

Dios mio.

"Lalo! Ha ha!"

Lalo knows to smile instantly, wide with a throaty laugh. But nothing's funny.

"I heard it was a special woman's birthday!"

"...I see! Eladio, she's not gonna know what to think of this."

It's all said with smiles. But Eladio's not gonna know the difference in eyes. He steps out of the car, throwing the keys to Lalo's guy before slapping his hands on Lalo's shoulder.

"Knowing her, she might pass out! Ah, when I saw this, it was an easy thought."

Knowing her. Knowing her. Like you know her, you bastard. A good, happy bastard Lalo's trying hard to respect.

But it's a flashy fucking car that he got for Princesa's birthday. And she doesn't need a car. She doesn't need to go anywhere, be behind the wheel. That's what he's for, and Nacho on occasion.

"What is...that's pink."

Lalo's almost thrown out of the damn way.

"Ah! Happy birthday, Princesa!"

Lalo can't stop himself from watching the hug Eladio engulfs Princesa in, hearing her soft oh. He can't stop himself from denying that his chest is burning, that there's something in his hands just wanted to feel bits of the old man's skull. Older man.

He scratches his chin.

They step out of the driveway, watching the pink car roll to the front of the house and disappearing to the garages behind.

"And extra."

Eladio pulls out a card with a bunny on it and Lalo doesn't watch the way Nacho's watching him, cautious. On the edge and on the grass.

"Thank you, Eladio. It's-"

Princesa opens the card and is too quick in her thoughts to not be quick with her hands. A thousand dollars drop to the ground.

"Don't let your spending money go to the wind, Princesa. But maybe you can use it to be a woman, decorate your car however you want. Embarrass your man here when you take him for uh...a joy ride!"

Lalo can hear the smooches when Eladio kisses Princesa's cheek - then the other.

Lalo sniffs.

"Well, let me give you the tour of your ride, birthday girl."

Eladio taps her nose and waves Lalo to walk with them.

"How you doing, Ignacio?"

"...Nice to see you."

And Eladio talks and talks, but Lalo doesn't hear anything - and he can't do or say anything about his arm around Princesa's shoulders. But he's seeing red when he looks up to the sun, he's watching the veins on Eladio's arms and they're going to break.

In his head, if he does dream tonight.

Eladio gives the tour of the car and they all make talk. Princesa's sniffly, nervous because Eladio's...overstimulating, but Lalo hasn't said anything to her - and she doesn't know Ignacio's reason for looking worried.

"Is there cake?"

"There's more presents to open."

"More presents! Let's see if any of them match up to mine."

"N-no. I don't think they can."

Princesa says it because it's the right thing to say, it's to get them inside the house and for her to not think about this flashy car she can't drive.

Lalo stops in his steps. Nacho closes his eyes.

"I'll be right there. I wanna see what the boss has gotten you from a...a mechanic's perspective."

Eladio laughs like a idiot and squeezes Lalo's bicep.

"You and her know the right things to say. Maybe you'll find yourself to like driving in pink."

He laughs more. Like an idiot.

"Come on, Nacho!"

Princesa feels eyes on her as they leave. The dark eyes keep a still sight on the car, for a long minute.

Lalo doesn't feel anything when he punches in the side door.

#inbox #drabble #hc's #lalo salamanca x reader #madman!au

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babygirl-diaz · 9 months

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Samtember Day 09: Carnival | King of Mardi Gras

841 words | Rated G | @samsseptember

((I chose Carnival as the theme))

It was a warm summer night and Joaquin arrived at Sam’s apartment in a car he borrowed from his friend. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, straightened his olive jacket, and ran his fingers through his hair to make sure that it looked good. After deciding that he looked enough, Joaquin went to the door and rang the doorbell.

When Sam opened the door, Joaquin’s breath was almost knocked out of him. He wore a white button-up shirt and black slacks, and he was perfectly groomed, as always. Joaquin felt his heart racing. “Wow, you look beautiful,” he managed to say.

“Thank you,” Sam replied as he stepped out of the apartment. ‘You don’t look too bad yourself,” he added cheekily.

“Thanks,” Joaquin chuckled as he led Sam to his car.

“I didn’t know you could drive?” Sam said as he got in.

“I’m from Arizona, Sam. It’s kind of a requirement to drive out there,” Joaquin replied and pulled out of the street. “This is my friend’s car, by the way. I never really needed one here in New York.”

“How are you liking New York and the civilian life, anyway?” Sam asked.

“I miss home. I’m not gonna lie. But I’m glad you’re here.” Joaquin didn’t mean for it to sound as flirty as it did. But oh well, the damage was done.

Sam just laughed at that. So that was a good sign. “So, ready for a fun evening?” He asked instead.

“With you, I am always ready for an adventure,” Joaquin replied, blatantly flirting with Sam again.

“You’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?” Sam asked.

“I am trying to.” Joaquin didn’t look over at him and kept on driving.

Random small talk filled the rest of the trip upstate. When they finally got to the fair and parked, Joaquin was immediately by Sam’s side when he got out. There were bright lights everywhere, as it was after dusk. They first browsed the place before stopping near the games. Joaquin tried Ring Toss at first but was absolutely terrible at it. He then tried his hand at whack-a-mole and that’s where he excelled. He won a giant brown teddy bear, which he handed over to Sam.

“Oh, no, no, no, I’m not carrying this thing around the fair,” he told Joaquin.

Joaquin turned his sad big brown eyes at Sam, who sighed and took the teddy bear. “So manipulative,” he grumbled under his breath, but Joaquin heard it anyway. He followed Sam through the fair with a pep in his step.

Once they got hungry, the two of them had funnel cake and cotton candy like a couple of kids.

“Do you know how many carbs these things have?” Sam asked as he ate the funnel cake.

“No, do you?” Joaquin asked.

“No, but I don’t care right now because I am having the time of my life,” Sam replied and gave Joaquin a smile that brightened his whole evening.

After they finished eating and walked around, Joaquin dared to take Sam’s hand, who didn’t protest, so that was another good sign.

“You wanna go on the Ferris Wheel?” Joaquin asked once they were near the brightly lit giant wheel.

“Sure, why not?” Sam shrugged and dragged Joaquin along to stand in the line. Once they got to the front, Joaquin let Sam ‌take a seat while he talked to the operator.

“What was that about?” Sam asked once Joaquin got in.

“Oh, I was just asking him how old this thing was because it doesn’t look very safe,” Joaquin replied.

“Not afraid of heights now, are you, Joaquin?” Sam teased, bumping his shoulder against Joaquin’s.

“No, of course not! I mean, if I was afraid of heights, then I would never wear the Falcon suit.”

“I know, I know, I’m just joking,” Sam chuckled and leaned in to kiss Joaquin’s cheek.

Joaquin’s entire face suddenly felt very warm, and he looked up at Sam, surprised.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Sam told him.

The Ferris Wheel soon started going around and Joaquin slowly moved the teddy bear Sam had placed between them to the side and scooted closer to Sam. If Sam noticed, then he said nothing.

Once they reached the top, the Ferris Wheel stopped.

“Um, Sam?” Joaquin called out.

“Yeah?” Sam asked, looking over at him.

Under the bright lights of the Ferris Wheel, Sam looked even more beautiful. “Can I- uh- can I kiss you?”

Sam burst out laughing, dwindling Joaquin’s confidence a little.

“You gave the operator money to stop up here, didn’t you?” He asked.

“How did you-”

“That’s a classic trick. I bet the operator makes tons of money on the side.”

Joaquin blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yes, by the way.”

Joaquin looked up when he heard that. “What?”

“You can kiss me,” Sam said, leaning in.

Joaquin closed the gap between them and finally kissed him. He could swear there were fireworks behind them or maybe they were just in his heart.

#samtember2023 #day 09 #carnival #king of mardi gras #sam wilson #joaquin torres #samquin #tfatws #captain america #fanfiction #aashnas drabble

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kivaember · 3 months

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random o'keeffe/flatwell drabble go!

3:43.

The numbers blurred slightly in O'Keeffe's vision, loitering at the bottom right corner of his computer screen as he continued his methodical work. It wasn't anything urgent, and he could do it tomorrow in the office if he wanted, and it was beneath him anyways since this was junior analyst work, but the night was long and dark and the thoughts in his mind too loud.

Staring at numbers, scouring through profiles and names and linking together Mr What's-his-face with Mrs. So-and-So and the embezzled funds from This-or-That project or Thingiemajig budget that were spent on luxury yacht #54 or sunk into a giant swimming pool tiled with rare marble from Pluto and the water coloured crimson from heavily diluted recycled Coral (that is toxic it's toxic it's toxic but do the more rich than sensible executives care no no of course not), weaving through the byzantine corruption that spun the corporate wheels, that fed the kleptocracy that masquaraded as their democratic capitalistic society, all the same shit over and over, until O'Keeffe didn't even bother writing unique reports anymore he just copy and pasted names, dates and what luxury item was purchased that day.

It was menial work. It was tedious work. It was work that forced him to focus and so was the only thing that kept him sane, nowadays.

3:59.

This particular case he was working on was very minor, yet the executive involved was a little cleverer than most. He understood the concept of money laundering for one, probably because of his relatively junior rank, and so couldn't relay on his gold citizenship and executive status to protect him if Arquebus wanted to make an example. The guy had a side business of cakes for dogs or something. He laundered his money through there. It should've stood out like a red flag because cakes? For dogs? As a business?

But this was the society they lived in. Earth was a ridiculous place, utterly delusional and disjointed from the wider galaxy, where cold, harsh reality stepped on the necks of every day humans. There was a reason so many people ran the immigration gauntlet to get onto Earth, even if it was as a working class citizen. The great cult built around Earth was a siren-song, and even O'Keeffe had fallen for it all those years ago.

Still, even with hindsight, he'd make the same choice. If he hadn't accepted Arquebus's offer, he wouldn't even be here right now. He would've succumbed to Coral-Burn, and if it hadn't killed him outright from organ failure, then he'd be reduced to a witless vegetable, his grey matter chewed up and consumed by the crytallised Coral in his implants and his nervous system. Horrible fate. Awful. O'Keeffe was a stupid human through and through: he'd jump through so many hoops to keep his mind and life intact.

4:04.

This executive wasn't much different, but he just had more expensive tastes for what was 'survivable' for him. O'Keeffe wasn't going to submit this report, in all honesty. The guy was small fry. He hadn't stolen as much as the board director did for his three mistresses and that 'love basement' of his. Still entertaining to read into this cake for dogs business though. Really, who came up with these ideas?

4:05.

"O'Keeffe."

He blinked, the name a sudden intrusion into the focused zen he had fallen into. He half-turned, peering over his shoulder to see a silohuette standing at his office door, leaning against the frame with their arms crossed. He couldn't make out their face, but he could tell that they only had a shirt on, open, and not making them decent in the least.

"Flatwell," O'Keeffe rasped. "What're you doing up?"

"Fetching you, apparently," Flatwell sighed, pushing off the door frame and walking over to him.

O'Keeffe didn't move as Flatwell stood behind him and rested his hands on his shoulders, deft fingers slowly kneading into the tense muscles there. Despite himself, he slowly relaxed, Flatwell knowing exactly where the knots and tension were, ruthlessly coaxing it out.

"A dog bakery," Flatwell murmured after a lull. "I've seen it all now."

"Money laundering business," O'Keeffe explained. "Some small fry executive. Nothing important."

"But important enough to keep you up at-" Flatwell paused, checking the clock in the bottom right corner of the screen. "-four in the morning."

O'Keeffe grunted.

Flatwell pressed his thumbs on either side of O'Keeffe's nape, slowly running parallel to his vertebrae. He could feel the skin pull slightly against the metal implants embedded into the skin there, evidence of the life-saving augmentation upgrade that countered the Coral-Burn sizzling through his grey matter, even now: contained, but not gone.

"Bad night, is it?" Flatwell asked mildly.

"Something like that," O'Keeffe muttered.

"Hm." Flatwell patted his shoulders. "C'mon. Reading about dog bakeries won't do you much good."

"Failing to sleep won't do me much either."

"Then we'll fuck or something," Flatwell said dismissively. "Or, if you really want to be productive, you could let me access the restricted areas in Arquebus's database using your priv-"

"No."

Flatwell clicked his tongue, but the smile in his voice was audible: "Damn. Foiled again. Well, since my seduction attempts aren't swaying you..."

He drew away, this time pressing his palm against O'Keeffe's hair, ruffling it like he was a miscreant child.

"...how about coffee?" he asked, after O'Keeffe stoically waved his hand away. He lifted it up and waggled his fingers temptingly. "That favourite cafe of yours should be open by now. Let's get something."

"You hate going anywhere early," O'Keeffe pointed out, but he locked his computer and stood up, grunting when his joints popped loudly. "Ergh."

"I do, but I can't sleep while you're skulking around like a convict," Flatwell drawled. "And I'm up now."

And Flatwell struggled to go back to sleep once he was woken up, O'Keeffe knew from experience (had endured several kicks to the shin when he'd accidentally jostled Flatwell awake at some unholy hour of the night). Despite being able to sleep, which most augmented humans struggled with, Flatwell was woken up on a hair trigger on most days. It made them an incompatible pair as bed fellows.

Yet, they still kept sharing that bed anyways, despite O'Keeffe being who he was and Flatwell being who he was. He was a spy, and O'Keeffe his consensual mark, and together they tied themselves into a relationship that they knew wasn't sustainable but kept feeding anyways because, well...

There weren't many Old Gen left. They were a dying breed, and in Arquebus alone he and Flatwell were the only ones. There was no one out there who understood them like they did each other, and Flatwell was also a very experienced honeypot who really knew how to put his silver tongue to good use (both literally and figuratively), so who did it hurt to toss a few crumbs of info his way, to turn a blind eye to his snooping or stealing a few schedules for Arquebus's supply routes between colonies?

He scratched Flatwell's back and he scratched his. It was a mutual, professional arrangement between two fellow wetworkers, and if there was some selfish indulgence on the side, then hey, they were only human after all.

(And just as delusional as the rest of the people on Earth.)

#armored core #armored core 6 #armored core vi #v.iii o'keeffe #middle flatwell #o'keeffe/flatwell #fanfic #tonight is the night of oneshots and whatnot i see #anyway i haven't written these two in a while so ta da

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