#i just had an idea that i think would ONLY work as live theatre and it's kinda cookin

[sleepanonymous]

Okay so. I have so many people to respond to and I promise I will, just not tonight. I wanted to give a quick update about the ritual below the cut (because I know some people like going in not knowing the setlist.) Again, typing this all on my phone so my apologies for heavy typos and any incoherence.

As a preface I just got back to my hotel, showered quickly, absolutely fucking sobbed in the shower for like two minutes, and I’m now eating uncle ben’s ready rice straight out of the bag because I don't have a fork or spoon. If that doesn’t scream hot mess idk what would.

First things first: the security/staff at Arizona Financial Theatre are all amazing. Literal fucking angels. Two of them hung out with us in line all day, letting us go inside to use the bathroom and refill water bottles and the guys at the barricade were so friendly and chatty and also handed out water. Literally everyone was so helpful and friendly and nice and they deserve all the good things in life.

Second: Empire State Bastard really wasn’t clicking with me until I saw them live. They’re an absolute vibe live plus the drummer and bassist are both babes. The band were constantly thanking us for showing up early and listening to them (tbh the venue was only half full until about 10 minutes before Sleep Token went on). Literally seemed like such humble and chill dudes.

Third!!! I almost don’t even know what to say about Sleep Token. There’s sooo much I could literally rant for hours but I also need to sleep so I can drive to Albuquerque in the morning. I recorded 5ish songs I think? Mostly the TPWBYT songs but I did get the summoning too. No idea if the footage is any good but we’ll see tomorrow. I made it a point not to have my phone out after finding out the setlist because there was no way in hell I was missing TNDNBTG live while on barricade. Maybe I should preface this next bit with I one hundred thousand present realize this sounds delusional of me, but everyone on the barricade had their phones out and Vessel fucking focused on me because of it. He was singing one of my favorite sleep token songs directly to me! There’s literally nowhere else he could have been looking! he was on the edge of the stage looking straight down at me and we were pointing at each other and I’m fucking dying reliving it because I was singing so horribly and cringy back at him. Like I’m so sorry vessel but my life was changing in that moment. I became a new woman the second you pointed at me.

I kept my phone away for the first several songs tbh and he kept coming back to stand in front of me but never made such heavy eye/mask contact (until Euclid). I actually almost feel like I disappointed him when I did pull my phone out to start recording because he practically avoided me after that. its actually why I decided not to record Euclid, though I knew it was coming and it was the song’s debut. AND IT FUCKING WORKED!! He came back around and was singing to me again, same stance, same obvious eye contact except this time I was literally Ugly Crying™️ at him. Tears were streaming, I had one hand holding onto the barricade for dear life, and the other clamped tightly around my mouth ugly crying. Even my buddies and the security were concerned that’s how bad it was.

In all honesty I can’t pretend that it wasn’t “scripted” like the band hadn’t planned every move on stage beforehand. They first and foremost are performers and Vessel literally sings to every girl on the barricade right in front of him. But it also felt so special and I feel so bad for breaking down like I did 😅🤣😭😫🫠

Okay I need to stop ranting, I’ve been up for 20 hours and this is most likely incoherent anyway. I love all of you and I hope everyone who’s able to get barricade this tour gets to experience the same thing I did🖤🖤🖤

#sleep token #teeth of god tour #sleepanon rant #<- fully delusional version

[writeouswriter]

I should write a stage play

#i've read only one play in the last several years and it's one that considerably goes against common play structure 😭 #and i am a little obsessed with it but like that's one play abd i didn't even watch it but ough #i just had an idea that i think would ONLY work as live theatre and it's kinda cookin #like i've read other plays but it's been a long time 😭 #my fav was the cr*cible but we also read juli*s caesar rom*o and j*liet+m*cbeth back when in school so didn't get the full appreciation #but recent things have me yearning to interact with theatre #i think i might actually be better in that medium than a novel

[mayasaura]

one problem with a theatrical adaption of tlt is htn, where the reveal that Gideon lives on works because of the change of second person to first.

the only way i can think of it working is that the actor playing gideon works backstage, like the lights system (but is hidden from the audience aside from subtle hints)

the biggest hint is when when wake breaches pal's river bubble she 'breaks' the lighting system and the stage goes dark. harrow is ushered into the wings by pal so she doesn't see anything, but the lights flick back on just before the curtains drop for a scene change, and pal looks directly up at the light box in surprise and smiles. if the audience is quick to turn around they can see a flash of a black robe.

Oh boy my friend, have you come to the right place!!

So, fun fact about ninja. Bear with me, I am going somewhere with this. The image of a ninja covered head to toe in black, with a hood and mask, comes from Kabuki theatre. It was originally a stagehand uniform. Like stagehands in modern theatre, stagehands in Kabuki would wear all black to signify that they were not really there, and whatever effect they were causing (carrying a prop, creating a breeze, ect.) was to be taken as happening on its own. Basic stagehand stuff, a lot of productions in many styles around the world do it, especially if they don't have fancy rigging systems.

Someone (I don't remember who now, or in what play) had the idea to dress the ninja in a production up as a stagehand. In the convention of the theatre, this made them invisible. The audience was already so used to ignoring stagehands, they didn't know any more than the characters that the ninja was present, despite the actor being clearly visible on stage. Which meant when the ninja struck, it was as if out of nowhere. I can only imagine the uproar in the theatre the first time it happened. It worked so well as to become commonplace, and the rest is history. The popular image of a ninja is still a kabuki stagehand.

So, back to the stage play of Harrow the Ninth. I think you've hit almost exactly on how to incorporate the Gideon twist into a theatrical production. But not as a lighting tech. Gideon is a stage hand. Maybe there would be more than one stagehand, maybe she would be the only one, but she would operate in full view of the audience, literally setting the scenes. I think it works best if she's the only one, but if the production needs more, she should subtly stand out in some way. As the play went on, we would notice that this one stage hand... increasingly interacts with Harrow, though Harrow never acknowledges it. At first it might look like she's playing Harrow's necromancy, because that would be the main special effect she would need to help with. When Harrow is unconscious at the end of a scene, it's always the same stagehand carrying her out. But we all know she's not really there. Until Palamedes acknowledges her. Turns to look right at her, and speaks to her. I can see the scene clearly. He would look at her, stunned, until Gideon finally took off her mask. The line "Kill us twice, shame on God," would be addressed to Gideon, and then he would turn back to Harrow, kiss her on the forehead, and tell her to go. Gideon, always out of Harrow's line of sight, would guide Harrow away while Harrow looked back at Palamedes.

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #I have a few ideas how to do gideon as harrow but it needs a lot of workshopping #I love this idea #htn spoilers #gideon nav #speaking as someone who has worked as a light tech that specifically doesn't work so well #because techs are rarely on stage messing with the lights during a production #maybe if there was a spot on the catwalk or if the array was small and the gels needed changing #but anyone who can turn off all the lights on stage is usually behind the audience in a little control room with a lot of switches and dial #that said the stage SHOULD go completely dark immediately after this scene #and the lights should come up suddenly on Gideon and Harrow alone on stage together #harrow having a crisis and staring resolutely forward while Gideon behind her reaches for her and can't touch her #just for a brief moment

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Honestly how do you think the sexually active characters like Angel Dust, Verosika, Valentino, Stolas would react to their lover not really caring about the sex they have but rather their relationship as lovers (Also I love your work and im not saying that to be nice your work speaks for itself, good job you earned those thousand followers)

Their reaction to an S/O that cares more about romance then Sex

Angel Dust

He was... kind of unnerved.

The idea of you wanting to be with him just for him, was kinda terrifying.

What If you got past all the glitz and glamour, All the manicured furr and fluff, and sex appeal and found... someone you didn't love.

And took a long, long time to get through that insecurity. Angel taking a lot of comforting and assurance that you, in fact, loved him for him. Not just for what he could do in the bedroom.

Honestly, when he realised as much. That you truly loved him for him and not his sexual prowess. He'd Probably break down crying.

I imagine the spider clinging to you, just bawling his eyes out. The spider clinging to you, desperately not wanting you to leave him.

He would become very protective of you, the spider finally finding someone who genuinely loved him, and was determined to keep you.

So if another bitch so much as looked at you, hed be in there face. Making sure everyone in a three block radius knows you belong to him.

Angel would tell he could be honest with you. The spider exposing his more sensitive side, allowing himself to be vulnerable with you.

The spider confided in you, able to trust you with his secrets and traumas, and there were many.

And while your relationship was not based around sex, something that made Angel smile every time he thought about it. Angel still very much enjoyed Sex.

He was a very physical person, and knowing that you didn't just love his physicality, well, that only made him more physical, specifically with you.

And every time you asked if he really wanted to do it, or if he was enjoying it, it only made him live you more, the spider feeling safe when with you.

Verosika

Verosika was, well, she is, A sex demon.

The woman was a Succubus. The most lustful, lewd and perverted beings in hell, only rivalled by Incubus and Asmodeus, obviously.

So being in a relationship with someone who wasn't really interested in sex, it was strange.

Alien really. At least for her.

She'd never met anyone who wasn't interested in her for her body. I mean, sure she'd met a lot of gay dudes and straight women, although women were a lot like spaghetti around her.

Straight until wet.

She loved that joke, and initially, when you'd asked her out, taking her to a fairly nice restaurant, she was expecting more of the same.

But out on the date and well, you spoke.

Not chit-chat, or make small talk, you actually spoke to one and other.

You told stories, spoke about your week and had a genuine conversation. It was odd for her, as the most sophisticated conversation she'd usually have was with her entourage, either about her latest escapade, or her next performance.

But she found herself actually speaking to you, telling you about things shed never really told anyone about, mostly because no one had ever asked.

Youd have a lovely meal, still chatting, before you'd walk her home. And well, you just give her a kiss, promising to do it again some time.

That had left a weird feeling in her gut, as on one hand she had really wanted to sleep with you. But on the other, she really loved that you didn't just fuck on the first date.

And you would go on another date, the two of you seeing a movie.

It was a simple rom-com, the theatre practically empty, the two of you quickly getting bored, and when Verosika asked if maybe, you'd like to "have a little fun" *Wink Wink*

Youd just politely refused, instead asking about her week. The girl once again, was taken off guard, but happily ranted about her week, the two of you having another lovely conversation.

Youd again walked her home, but this time she'd invite you in for coffee.

She had intended on seducing you, but ended up just spending your time talking again, it getting so late, she offered for you to stay over.

And while she had slunk into bed, intent on doing dirty things, she would end up dozing off curled into your side.

Youd continue on a very romantic relationship, the woman pleasantly surprised by your rather seamless relationship, the woman feeling like what you had was real.

It wasn't just a sex filled fling. It was a tender, loving and intimate romance something she admittedly took some time to get used to, but it wasn't long until she loved you as much as she knew you loved her, the woman surprisingly happy not having to have sex to keep your relationship alive.

Thats not to say you didn't have sex, because you absolutely did.

Valentino

Youd meet in a club, the two of you striking up a conversation.

He was honestly caught up by your rather charming conversational skills. You were quite the conversationalist, the Overlord quite intrigued by you, finding himself wanting to speak to you further.

Eventually he'd invite you up to his place, you happily joining him.

Youd go up to his penthouse, the Overlord proudly giving you a tour of his fancy penthouse.

You'd end up in the kitchen, the Overlord genuinely stumped at how he ended up with a cup of coffee in his hand, the two of you talking at his table.

He was surprised at how comfortable he was with you. The Overlord telling you about his day to day, ranting about all the shit he has to deal with on a daily bases with surprising ease, the man finding himself very comfortable with you.

He'd eventually ask you out, you happily accepting.

He'd take you out to a fine meal at only the finest of restaurants, the two of you having a wonderful night out.

You would talk, eat delicious food and drink even finer spirits. Afterwards you would go back to his place, and well, you'd make sweet, sweet love.

You continue seeing each other for the next few months, going out on several more dates, your relationship getting closer and closer, the man amazed at how little sex you had.

It wasn't so much the absence of sex, hed dated flinty of fridget bitched, but his reaction. He didn't mind it. Not one bit.

The man found himself loving your relationship, even though he usually despised serious relationship, instead preferring it loose and fast, bit with you, he loved your relationship.

The man felt as though your relationship actually meant something, you never all to Interested in his glamorous lifestyle.

In fact, you spent almost all time together... he dare say, being traditionally romantic and shit.

Youd go on simple, but romantic dates, and you spent great lengths just speaking, the man shocked to find how much he just needed to say shit, venting about his day.

And of course, he'd spoil you, treating you to every luxury at his disposal.

But he didn't need to. And that's what he loved about you. You enjoyed your time together just... by being together.

Stolas

Stolas was the apology of a lovable owl.

Your first meeting was very fumbly. You'd be at a royal gathering, you managing to stumble your way in, ending up at a table enjoying the free wine.

That's when you'd see the owl, the man just sitting there, staring at his drink.

Seeing him like that, you'd strike up a conversation. And while initially taken aback, the man would quickly engage in conversation, the man happily chatting with you, especially when you seemed to genuinely engage with him.

Youd talk, laugh, exchange stories and just generally enjoyed the conversation. The owl finding himself genuinely caught up in your conversation, greatly enjoying your company.

But, as they tend to do, all good things come to an end. The two of you prepared to go your separate ways as the party began to disperse.

But on an impulse decision, Stolas would ask if he could see you again. You, a little caught off guard, agreed, telling him a time and place, the owl eagerly agreeing.

It'd be a few days later when you had your first 'date', the two of you meeting up at a coffee shop, the two of you finding a booth and before chatting.

Youd had a very genuine back and forth, you asking about life as an Goetia. And of course he put up a brave face, you could tell he was putting up a brave face, it not taking a lot of pushing before he broke down a little, telling you how difficult and stressful his life was.

All the petty BS he went through every day before lunch. It could get so bad, he felt like tearing his hair out.

Hearing this, and wanting to help the poor man, you'd decide he needed to unwind.

And you would unwind by taking him out clubbing. Now your first step was a change of clothes, you getting a mismatch of what he so humbly called "peasant garb", the owl almost unrecognisable in a mismatch outfit.

Youd go to a club. You'd drink, you'd dance, Stolas being absolutely free to be himself. And he would go ape.

By the end of the night, the Owl would be totally exhausted, and loved it. The owl grabbing you and giving you a big kiss, the man thanking you.

Youd welcome the man, before kissing him back, the two of you spending the night together.

That would mark the beginning of your relationship. And a romantic relationship it was.

Your relationship was very much based on romance, you and your owl absolutely loving each other.

Youd meet up a few times a week, usually at a bar or Cafe, the two of you spending hours upon hours just speaking.

Youd listen as he ranted about his day, or lamented on an aspect of his life. You happy to listen or give advice, explaining it from your perspective.

And while these conversations were all good, your bonding time really came when you went out.

Now granted, you had to be subtle about it, but you'd often go out together, usually with Stolas in more "peasant garb". Not wanting to get attention in his royal garb.

You went to parks, to movies, Stolas especially like bargain shopping. Going through used and obviously stolen goods, you'd often have contests on who could find the weirdest things, Stolas somehow winning most of the time. The man usually keeping the strange item as a memento.

You had such a romantic relationship, the two of you opening up on a very intimate level.

The man found a confidant in you, the man venting, opening up to you about his deepest darkest secrets.

The man confiding in you about his forced marriage, or his abysmal relationship with his father, big shocker from a noble I know. Or how Octavia was the only truly good thing in his life.

If Stolas prayed to anyone, you'd be the answer to those prays.

Youd be exactly what the man needed, allowing him some much needed intimacy, the man absolutely adoring his time with you.

And of course, you'd have sex. But your sex was always tender, loving and deeply intimate.

Youd truly, make love.

#helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss headcanon #hazbin hotel #helluva boss x reader #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #stolas #helluva boss stolas x reader #helluva boss stolas #stolas ars goetia #verosika #verosika x reader #helluva boss verosika #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #valentino #hazbin hotel angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust #angel dust x reader

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Service Fee

Llewyn Davis X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 3: Exhibitionism

Summary: Jerry offers Llewyn money to watch him and you fuck.

A/N: Llewyn and reader are in a realtionship. So Llewyn kinda realises he's into someone watching him. (martymachlia). Also $500 in 1961 is about $5134.21 today. This was so much more difficult that I thought it would be.

Warnings: martymachlia, exhinitionism , p in v sex, cream pie, hand on throat, cum eating, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, being 'paid' for sex, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 3035

This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea, this was a bad idea, this was a fucking bad idea.

Llewyn hadn’t been drunk when the idea, business deal, had been proposed. But he had been a little tipsy, pleasantly buzzed. Enough to make him think, ‘fuck it, sure $500 for thirty minutes and an orgasm?’ He’d be an idiot not to, right? 

Jerry, some friend of a friend of a work colleague of Marty’s, had bought him the drinks. Presumably to butter him up to what he was about to ask. 

It seemed that Jerry got off to watching other people go at it. In the flesh. Like a horny theatre performance. 

He had brought up the subject of porn during their conversation in such a subtle way that LLewyn hadn’t really noticed until they were well into the discussion. 

“I mean, everyone enjoys a bit of x-rated content from time to time, wouldn’t you say?” Jerry spoke with a deep voice that was like a snake charmer, easing Llewyn into agreement without a second thought. 

“I like watching, I need it right there in front of me. Like a sports game, always better seeing it live right?” He had laughed. “Used to just watch people get off on their own, but I tell you, there’s something about seeing  a couple really go to town on each other.” 

What really could you say to that? “Sure,” Llewyn answered, two too many shots down. 

“I used to pay hookers you know, for a show? But it’s just not the same. No offence to the professionals, but I need at least one of them to not be... overly performing if you get my drift.” 

Llewyn nodded.

“I still pay, of course, gotta pay people for their time.” 

“Of course.” Llewyn took another shot. 

“$500 a time, for a couple. $400 for two strangers. Couples are just better.” He shrugged. 

Llewyn’s ears perked up.“$500?”

“Hmm.” Jerry smiled, sickeningly sweet and took a slip of his hardly touched beer. “Cash.” 

Now, in the cold light of day, or more accurately, the cold dark of three hours later, with his pleasant buzz gone, Llewyn knew he had been gently coaxed into asking the question.  

He had practically stumbled over his words in his rush to explain to you. “$500, for like thirty minutes. $500!”

You had stared at him uncertainly. “Llewyn-”

“No, no, I checked. It’s in this club, The Deep, private room, it has like a viewing mirror thing so he can see us, we can’t see him. Only us fucking, nothing we don’t normally do.”

You chewed your bottom lip, it wasn’t like the money would be unwelcome. “He knows Marty?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“This isn’t... illegal is it?” 

“No, no, the club it’s like, people go there to do all kinds of stuff, we wouldn’t be getting paid to have sex... just Jerry would give us a gift... after. A thank you.” 

“Does he... want anything particular?” 

“Just for me to cum in you.” Llewyn shrugged, still a little too tipsy to not feel inebriated. “Like we normally do.” He nuzzled into your shoulder and you paused, looking over the slight flush on his skin. 

“How much did you have to drink?” 

.

Jerry had met you outside the club, paying your fees to get in. The bouncers greeted him by name. 

“What the fuck are we doing here?” Llewyn whispered into your ear as you both entered.

You glared at him. “Llewyn, this was your fucking idea.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered as you followed Jerry. Llewyn kept his arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders.

“You’re not getting stage fright, are you?” You teased, trying to downplay your own anxieties. 

He gave you a look. 

The room was surprisingly nice. Clean and well kept. 

Llewyn sat gingerly on the bed.

“Well, I’ll let you two get started.” Jerry smiled, somehow the expression didn’t come off as creepy. “When the green light comes on,” he pointed to a small bulb above the massive wall mirror next to the bed. “Feel free to start.” He moved to the door. 

“Wait, erm,” you paused. “Can you hear as well?” 

Jerry’s smile widened and he nodded. “Of course.” He closed the door behind him. 

Okay, that smile was a little creepy.

You bite your lip nervously as you look at the door.

“We don’t have to do this, you know?” Llewyn made you jump lightly as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his chest into your back. 

You lean against him, “I know,” and sigh. “$500 though...”

He chuckles as he kisses your neck, his beard scraping softly at your skin. “$500.” He echoes. 

You nod and turn to face him, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “$500.” You repeat again. “Let’s get it over with.”

“Never have more romantic words been said.” He teases and you swat at him playfully. 

“You know what I mean.” 

“I don’t know... gotta woo me first.”

“I have to woo you?”

“Hmm.” He smiles broadly, running his hands down to your waist and swaying ever so slightly with you. His half hard cock brushes against your thigh.

“You know what?” 

“What?” 

“I think you might be into this Llewyn Davis.” 

“What?” He chuckles. 

“Being watched,” you tease, your voice low. “I think part of you likes it.” 

“And why is that?” He leans closer kissing along your jaw. 

“Why do you think?” 

“I always get like this around you.” He murmurs.

“Hmm.” You don’t sound very convinced. 

“It’s true,” he continues kissing down your neck only to stop and suck on your pulse point. “You could say ‘get hard’ and I would.” 

Your giggle turns into a moan as he bites lightly at your skin and walks you backwards to the bed. Gently pressing you down when the mattress hits the back of your thighs and moving his hips between your legs. 

He kisses you languidly, almost soothingly sweet in the way he caresses your lips with his. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, shying away ever so slightly every time you try to as he grinds his rapidly hardening length against your centre.

“Llewyn,” you groan in frustration as his lips dance away from you again, grabbing hold of the back of his curls and forcing his mouth against yours. 

He chuckles darkly but licks into your mouth. Finally indulging you.

His hands run down your ribs, stopping at your waist to just inch under your shirt. There’s a hunger in his movements, the force that he grinds against you, how his teeth lightly nip and bite at your bottom lip that’s different. Not unwelcome, just unusual. Slightly out of character for Llewyn’s normal style. 

He kisses down to your jaw, his beard tickling your skin as he sucks a love bite into your neck and starts to hurriedly unbutton your shirt. His breathing quick and urgent.

The way he grinds against you, the outline of his hard cock rubbing against your core, sends sparks of pleasure up your spine. 

He fumbles with the last two buttons on your top as he scrapes his teeth over your jaw and in annoyance he simply pulls the material, ripping the offending things off and sending them flying across the room. 

“Llewyn,” you begin to chastise, but his lips are on yours again as he whines into your mouth. 

“Sorry, sorry, just need you so bad.” He hooks his hands under your knees, spreading you wider as he kisses the tops of your breasts.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice the green light has come on. 

Yeah, okay. He was really into this. 

“Need you so fucking bad, baby.” He mutters under his breath and you’re not sure if he even realises he’s talking anymore. 

You squirm against him as he pinches your left nipple through the fabric of your bra and bites at the other, sucking and licking at it like he’s never seen them before. His salvia sinks into the lace, spreads across the material as he moans and ruts against you. 

There’s a tight heat building in your belly, fire that is being stoked higher and higher with every grind of Llewyn’s hips and drag of his cock. The zip on his fly presses firmly against your clit and you gasp, sinking your fingers into soft curls as you press up against him. 

He growls, momentarily rocking against you harder before he pulls you into sitting up by your arms. 

You open your mouth to speak, but he’s all over you again, kissing your lips and neck and pulling you out of your top and unclasping your bra. 

“Llewyn-”

“You’re wearing too many fucking clothes.” He snarls and bites hard at your neck, groaning when you cry out and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

As he sucks another messy love bite into your skin and his nimble fingers undo your trousers, pulling his mouth away from you for just a second so that he can pull them down. 

You lean back, helping him to undress you as best you can. There’s an unfamiliar spark of excitement in your chest. Seeing him like this, so close to losing his usual calm control makes heat rise to your face and wetness soak into your panties. 

He didn’t think he’d be quite so into this. Llewyn kisses you hard, sliding his tongue into your mouth for a moment before he pulls your underwear down and throws it to the side. In fact, just a few minutes ago he was pretty sure he was going to have a problem performing. But now, god, if he didn’t hear you moan his name in the next minute he was going to burst a blood vessel. 

There was something about it, something about knowing that Jerry could see you but couldn’t touch you. That you were all his, his his. Just brought him close to insanity. 

He grabs you around the back of your neck a little harshly as he kneels between your open legs and pulls you back towards him. He kisses you deeply again, hungrily swallowing down your every breath as if it was his only source of oxygen. 

Without giving you any warning he plunges two fingers into your folds and presses against your walls. 

You gasp, breaking the kiss and Llewyn pumps his hand quickly, using his thumb to circle your clit as you cry out and grasp at his shoulders. Pleasure burning along your veins.

His name falls from your lips in a high-pitched rush of breath and he moans, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and using his other hand to press against your upper back to keep you as close as physically possible. 

“Llewyn, shit,” you moan, your words catching in your throat as he adds a third finger and fucks you hard. Pumping in and out of you, the sound of your slick echoing obscenely as he groans. 

All you can do is cling on for dear life as he plunges deeper, stroking your walls and clit in a perfect unison. 

“Want you to cum so hard you gush all over the sheets baby,” he growls in your ear. “Want you to fucking soak my hand with it.”

You clenched down on him at his words, your eyes screwed shut as you gasped. He was never normally this vocal, never spoke to you like this and, god, if it didn’t make your head spin. 

“Fuck, need to taste you.” He pushes you down flat on your back forcefully and dives between your legs, flicking his tongue over your clit and moaning against you. 

You cry out, grabbing hold of the bedsheets and then whining as he pulls his fingers out, shoving them into his mouth. You look up quick enough to just see his eyes rolling back into his head, how he rocks his hips against the mattress. 

Then his mouth is back on you, his hands pressing against the inner of both your thighs to stretch you impossibly wide as he curls his tongue between your folds. 

You cry out his name in gasped pleasure. The burn of his beard scraps against your clit as he rolls his tongue and chin up through your folds to your bundle of nerves and then back down again, repeating the action twice before he firmly dives in and presses the bridge of his nose against you. 

Heat coils tightly in your lower belly, beating out from your centre as he groans loudly with every lick and thrust of his tongue. His salvia and your slick mixing and coating his skin. 

It’s too much, the onslaught of sensation suddenly overwhelming as he pushes your right to the edge in a rush. 

“Gonna cum,” you manage to sob out, pulling at his curls to warn him, but he just growls against you and fucks you harder with his tongue. 

Lights explode behind your eyes as your orgasm overtakes you, spills out of you in a wave as pleasure sings across every part of you. 

LLewyn flicks his tongue against your clit, pressing hot and wet against it to stretch out your bliss for longer as you sob and writhe under him. 

Your slick soaks into him, creamy and sweet as you cum. 

He laps at you thrice before sitting up hurriedly, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans just enough to pull out his aching cock. He pumps himself twice in a rush, his eyes glazed over and dark as he looks at you naked and blissed out under him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grabs hold of your thigh harshly and pulls you wider. “You made such a mess, fuck.” He pushes forward, notching the tip of his fat needy cock at your entrance and thrusting in without a second thought. 

You gasp in surprise at the sudden intrusion, despite your orgasm and how thoroughly he fucked you with his fingers the stretch of him is still a shock. 

You grab hold of his arms as he bottoms out, snapped out of your post-orgasmic haze. He kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue into your open mouth and demanding your submission as he bends his body over yours. He snaps his hips forward, drinking down your cry as he bottoms out. The burn of him is delicious, hitting so deep, deeper than he ever has before and your back arches up from the bed as you cling onto him. 

You swear between kisses, sob out his name as he starts to thrust harshly into you, pulling pleasure from every nerve with each snap of his hips. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck, that’s it.” He leans up, rutting so hard that he’s sliding you back with every buck. 

“Llewyn, oh my god, please!” You can’t get any other words out, all thoughts dissolving into an incoherent mess as he keeps hitting so deep, as he fucks you into the mattress. 

He bites his lip, his hips moving of their own accord as he chases his high, needing to cum so deeply within you that you’ll be feeling it for weeks. Quickly he sits further up, pressing firmly on your clit with his thumb as he pushes you closer to your second orgasm, demanding you cum and milk his cock for everything he’s going to give you. 

His other hand snakes down to your chin, holding your jaw and neck possessively for a moment before he pushes his thumb against your lips. 

Your eyes widen in surprise at first as his palm presses against your windpipe, not enough to cut off your air, just a dominating hold. But you moan as you open your mouth and flick your tongue against the pad of this thumb. 

Llewyn growls and pushes it in deeper, groaning as you suck on it. Revelling in the way your eyebrows pinch together, how your eyes soften and gaze over as you give into him completely. 

The control makes his head spin and dick swell. He swears under his breath and pinches lightly at your clit as his balls draw up. You squirm and cry out around his thumb, your legs shaking and tensing on either side of his. The thick denim of his jeans rubbing your inner thighs red. 

You cum suddenly, the force of it creeping up on you as it blooms throughout your core, practically forces your back off the bed as you scream silently. 

LLewyn pulls his thumb from your mouth and ruts into you harder, punching the air out of your lungs with the force of his hips as he groans and pumps thick, hot cum inside of you. His orgasm is so strong that he nearly blacks out for a second. 

He catches himself, his hand by your head as he breathes and recovers. It’s only then he notices the tears in your eyes. And a sharp pang of guilt cuts through his chest. 

“Baby-”

You grab hold of him and pull him down against you, kissing him hard and moaning softly as aftershocks of your orgasm flow across your veins. 

“Fuck,” you nuzzle against him, whispering against his ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.” 

He leans up to look at you, a small smile on his lips. “You okay?” He keeps his voice low and you nod. 

“More than okay.” 

The smile grows. 

“Can’t believe you kept your clothes on,” you grin, “you’re all sweaty.” 

LLewyn snorts and kisses you softly. “I didn’t have time.” 

He helps you get dressed, your legs feeling boneless in the aftermath of your orgasm. He uses your brief weakness to his advantage and pins you back against the bed, cleaning the mess he made between your legs with his tongue until you’re a shaking begging heap. Your third orgasm is weaker than the previous two, but sweet nonetheless. 

Jerry meets you both outside the room, a flush to his face. He gives you an envelope containing the $500, plus a $50 tip for ‘such a good show’, as well as his card, ‘if ever you’d both be interested in a repeat performance.’ 

LLewyn’s face betrays nothing, but he squeezes your hip eagerly at the suggestion. 

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

After All This Time

Eddie Munson x Reader

Silly little drabble based on this text post by @mantorokk-writes becasue I couldn't stop thinking about what a cute idea it was!! Maybe I strayed a little from the original prompt but 🤷‍♀️

Warnings:Nothing that I can think of, unless badly-written fluff counts?

Word Count:1,120

Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist

"Still can't believe you've kept it after all this time"

A shaggy mess of dark bouncy curls stomps up to the counter in the arcade before slamming down a handful of tickets and proudly pointing to the ring underneath the glass counter.

Eddie looks at you with his big brown eyes and an even bigger gap-toothed smile. You return his smile and nod your head, holding his hand in yours, your fingers inter-twining together.

“That one please!” he says to the older kid working behind the counter.

The ring he’s pointing to is a chunky pink ring with a big silver heart shaped gem in the centre of it.

The boy behind the counter hand the ring over Eddie 

“Here you go, kid.” the boy behind the counter smiles.

Eddie immediately grabs your left hand and slides the plastic ring over your ring finger.

“There!” he smiles brightly, his rosy freckled cheeks flush under the rainbow glow of the fluorescent arcade lights. “You have to wear this ring because you’re my girlfriend and I love you!”

You hold your hand out in front of you, admiring the ring in all its fake, plastic glory.

“Eddie!!” you giggle as you lean in to kiss him on the cheek. “I love it!”

“And when I’m old enough I’m gonna get you a real ring, and I’m gonna marry you, that way we can be best friends together forever.” he tells you with a confident nod of his head, his shaggy hair bouncing as he does.

You had moved away when you were nine years old and it had been tough on both you and Eddie. He was the closest thing that you had to a best friend and now you had to move away to Chicago because your dad had got a job there and moving there just made things easier. Despite Chicago being only a three hour drive away from Hawkins, in your young mind it might as well have been on the other side of the world. 

You promised to call each other every night, and so you did. Never wanting to miss out on hearing the sound of your best friend's voice as you swap stories about your days. The phone calls sometimes going on into the late hours of the evening up until the rasping voice of Uncle Wayne could be heard in the background, reminding Eddie that he was racking up a phone bill longer than his arm.

Of course you would visit each other each summer, one year Eddie and Wayne would make their way up to you, and the next; you and your family would spend some time back in Hawkins during the school's summer break.

As you got older you got closer. Closer than most best friends do. You had been each other’s first loves since you were children playing together in the schoolyard, and then as two giggling pre-teens holding hands in a dark movie theatre. You had been each other’s first kiss. It wasn’t anything special. It had been clumsy, and ungraceful as you bumped noses with each other, but it was sweet, and charming and most importantly it was you and your Eddie.

No matter how old you got, you always made time for each other. Last year Eddie had surprised you by coming down to visit you all by himself. Driving up in his van just to see you.

That summer you spent your time together watching the sun fall in the back of his van, counting the stars and getting lost in each other's touch. Holding each other close like you had always dreamed of.

You’d moved back to Hawkins after 10 years of living in Chicago, coming back to the town you grew up in all those years ago. 

The moment you got back you immediately made your way down to the very familiar site of Forest Hills trailer park. Stepping towards the old tattered door of the Munson trailer you knock your fist against the door excitedly.

You giggle to yourself at the grumbling voice you hear walking towards the door on the inside, grouching about "who the hell would be knocking our door at this time of day?"

The door swings open, and there he is. The boy that you fell in love with all those summers ago. 

"W-what are you doing here?" He asks, immediately bringing you into an almost bone-crushing hug.

"I'm back!" You smiled broadly "..and I'm back for good this time! Didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you, Eddie?" You teased.

“I can’t believe you’ve kept it after all this time.” Eddie said, nodding his head towards the small plastic ring that you’ve got hanging on a chain around your neck. "I mean, we were kids when I won that for you." He smiles, playfully nudging your arm 

“You won it for me, so it’s special to me” you smiled as you toyed the ring hanging around your neck. "I remember you telling me that as long as I had this ring, we were going to be together forever." You say, catching his eyes in a quick glance. 

"I also remember saying something about giving you a real ring, sweetheart.." 

Oh he remembered that moment just as well as you had done. He'd been thinking about it, about you ever since. 

Sliding the clunky metal skull ring off his finger, he takes your hand in his and slides the ring over your finger.

"It doesn't have to mean anything now, but I love you, I've always loved you and I just want you to have this."

It doesn't have to mean anything now. 

But it does. It means everything to you. You knew you loved him, you always had done. Just as he'd loved you, you loved him just the same.

You smile down at the large chunky ring on your finger, and a small tear escapes the corner of your eye, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotions. 

"It's perfect." You tell him, before leaning into him, placing the most gentle of kisses against his plush pink lips. 

You feel him smile against your lips, his arms wrapping around you, to pull you deeper into the kiss like he's always longed to do.

"You know, this one was always my favourite one of your rings" you grin.

Oh yeah, you were the girl for him. No doubt about it. He was going to marry you one day for sure. Eddie knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he could never imagine his future without you in it, he didn’t want to imagine it. He wanted to be with you forever and always, and he could only hope that you felt the same.

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[ferrstappen]

LONG LIVE l Esteban Ocon

(a/n): omg the first installment of the Taylor Swift Collection. I'll admit this one was a bit of a stretch but I just had this idea and needed to get it out! I hope you enjoy it and would love to have your feedback <3

disclaimer: in this au, the reader plays the role Zendaya plays in the franchise.

summary: Esteban Ocon (aka the biggest Spiderman fan, according to himself) tried to bribe his girlfriend, gave her the silent treatment, he called her out during race weekends, but Marvel was just too good keeping their secrets. (actress!reader).

i) I said “remember this moment” in the back of my mind.

July 2018

When Esteban told his friend Lance that after months of liking every post and Instagram story of the actress playing Michelle Jones on the new Spider Man movies, he slid on her DMs in hopes she would answer, Lance laughed.

No, he didn’t laugh, he cackled.

It was July 2017, the first Spider-Man movie in the hands of Marvel Studios had just dropped and was a complete success, and of course Esteban had his team request a copy to the studios so he could host a viewing on his home theatre. 

He had avoided spoilers and even movie trailers in order to be surprised, most of his friends teased him about it, but he couldn’t careless, even dedicating that entire night to follow and stalk every cast member on Instagram. 

That’s when he noticed the gorgeous actress who played MJ, mysterious and intelligent on screen, and that’s when everything started for him. 

He googled her age, visited her Wikipedia page to see her accolades and projects, he even checked her dating history and the rumors surrounding her relationship with Tom Holland, the actor who played Spider-Man. 

His life went on, months went by where he silently liked her posts, just as another fan of the series and sequels of his favorite superhero, then he was focusing on the 2018 F1 Season, even as things turned ugly with not only having to worry about performing, but also with trying to keep his seat. 

Maybe his Instagram algorithm knew him a little too well when a Marvel fanpage showed on his timeline, announcing filming for the second movie of the Spider-Man sequel was taking place in London and Italy, and between the stress of training, press breathing on his shoulder about his future in Formula 1, he decided to take a risk.

Which takes him to his Canadian friend laughing at him. 

He made his way towards the Williams trailer where Lance was getting ready, not really caring that chances were he was going to take his seat at Racing Point, they were friends. That’s why Lance felt so comfortable staring at his friend in disbelief as he couldn’t stop the giggles that just kept coming. 

“Esteban, why would you subject yourself to being ignored? She’s from Hollywood, there’s no way she even knows who you are.” Lance tried to reason with his French friend, but Esteban shrugged. 

“It doesn’t matter, I know she’s probably not going to see it, but I have nothing to lose. It doesn’t even count as humiliation because we’ll probably never going to meet each other.”

Lance squinted his eyes at his friend. “You can’t have that attitude, dude!”

“But you just laughed on my face!” Esteban argued.

“Yes, because it’s my job as your friend, but at the same time I have to hype you up, you know?” Lance told him, but Esteban suspected he was just being too Canadian. “What did you tell her?”

Esteban sighed and scratched the back of his neck: “If she wanted to attend the British GP since they’re filming there.”

Lance let out a sound of approval. “You know? I think it could work out. Maybe you should find ways to drop how much of a fan of Spider-Man you are during press, you know? Just find a way, and then people will start ‘Oh, this Formula 1 driver is so adorable, he’s such a fanboy’.” The Canadian suggested. 

“How did you even think of that?” Esteban asked, but was interrupted by his iPhone going off, his engineer asking him where he was.

He didn’t get to talk with Lance again, just throwing himself on the hotel bed while his eyes were already closing due to stress and jetlag. Forcing himself off the bed to take a shower and then going to bed, checking his phone for one last time. 

His verified account worked in a weird way he still wasn’t able to fully grasp, only notifying him when other verified accounts messaged him or followed him.

And that’s what happened. 

Hey Esteban! I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to answer but ive been a bit busy. 

Attending Silverstone would actually be such a great time, is the invite still up? 

In case it is, this is my agent’s email so your people can give him the details ;)

The French read and reread the message at least ten times, not knowing if his mind was playing tricks with him, but when he read this notification, he gasped and dialed Lance. 

“LANCE!”

@(YNLN) started following you. 

ii) I was screaming “long live that look on your face”

(Y/N) thinks that Esteban exaggerated how much of a Spider-Man fan he was. They were officially dating now, so she figured it would eventually play down. 

God, was she wrong…

With the 2018 season finally over and Esteban not having a seat for 2019, he leaned heavily on her, even if he knew he was going to be under the wing of Mercedes for the time being, it wasn’t easy. 

She saw he was kind of down and with more free time than usual, plus they were still living the sweet first months of their relationship, so she surprised him with a guest pass and paper bracelet to allow him in the premises and set, leaving in on the table of her apartment while waiting for him to arrive for their movie date.

“Bebé, what is this?” He asked once he stepped inside your apartment, an envelope with his name written and an official Marvel stamp on it. He didn’t know what it was, but a grin was already starting to form. 

“Hello, Este. How are you? Did you miss me? Because I really missed you.” The actress placed her arms around his waist, shaking as his body trembled with a laugh before he leaned down to leave a caste kiss on her lips. 

“Of course I missed you, MJ.” He said and she playfully laughed at his nickname. “So, what is this?” He picked up the envelope. 

“It has your name on it, doesn’t it?” 

Esteban carefully moved from the embrace of his girlfriend and opened his gift, not even trying to hide the gasp that escaped his lips once he realized what was inside, carefully reading the letter inviting him to set, signed by Kevin Feige and Jon Watts, the director. 

“No, bebé… Is this for real?” He said with his accent getting thicker with excitement. 

“I think so.” She smiled before he kissed her, literally sweeping her off her feet. 

He knew he’d have to keep a low profile, the public not knowing yet about their relationship, the only one he had confided in was Lance, and now people in Mercedes knew, so it wouldn’t be long before the cat was out of the bag, but he was waiting for his girlfriend to feel comfortable to break the little comfy bubble they’d created.

They were in Venice when a black Mercedes picked them up at 4 AM, but he didn’t care. The street was closed and cameras were being placed, people walking all around as if it wasn’t the middle of the night and freezing. 

He knew it was cheesy, but the set lit up when she walked in. People greeted her all around, dozens of people and she stopped for each one of them, asking for their families and how was the hotel they were staying at. And the fact that he got to walk hand in hand with her, carefully carrying one of her bags, he was on cloud nine. 

But it got better. 

A British accent called (Y/N)’s name as they were approaching the luxury trailers parked not so far away from the set installed on the Italian streets. Of course Esteban recognized the accent, holding his girlfriend’s hand a little tighter. 

“Tom, this is Esteban, the guy you’ve been hearing so much about.” She said with a playful roll of her eyes, earning a chuckle from the brit as he extended his hand. 

“Pleasure to meet you, mate. I saw you during the Austin circuit, it looked sick!”

“I’m a big fan of your work, you’re the best Spider-Man,” Esteban said and his girlfriend just started to realize that maybe it wasn’t a play, he really was a huge fan. “And you’re always welcome on the paddock, just let me know.” Esteban said and Tom thanked him before being called to his trailer, telling the couple that they should go with the rest of the cast and other friends to have dinner.

“So… You’ve been talking a lot about me?” Esteban asked (Y/N), playfully raising his eyebrows and leaving a kiss on her hair. 

ACTION!

Esteban eyes followed as Peter Parker walked around the wrecked set, everything was wet and upside down, and he was in awe as he noticed (Y/N) making her way into the scene, questioning her friend if he was fine. 

Even if he couldn’t fully comprehend the dialogues or what was happening, his eyes were fixated on her, as she gave his co-star the same caring and sweet eyes that she gave him in real life, and he felt like the luckiest man on earth. 

The day was so great that they ignored the few tabloids that picked up the Instagram post of the Holland siblings, the happy couple, and other members of the cast when they went to dinner to a nice small restaurant. 

“Are Spider-Man star and F1’s star Esteban Ocon dating? We have the details from inside sources!”

 iii) When they gave us our trophies, and we held them up for our town.

Hungaroring, 2021

Every reporter went crazy when they saw (Y/N) driving a Land Rover with Esteban Ocon as her co-pilot, smiles on their faces as they pretended to ignore the hundreds of flashes capturing their faces through the tinted windows. 

They’d been dating for almost two years, but still hadn’t confirmed anything. Of course people knew; everyone involved in F1 and Marvel knew they were official since 2019, and of course their fans were aware they were together after seeing pictures of them together all the time, but no one has managed to capture even the slightest form of PDA between them, which made people still think they were friends… Very close friends. 

But there was something about this weekend that made them act more carefree, holding hands when they got out of the car, not caring if paparazzi got low-quality, grainy photos of the showing the tiniest bit of affection. 

The actress pecked his lips before he went to his driver’s room to get ready, engineers rapidly approaching him to talk a few things over. 

Time flew by and soon she was giving him one last hug and good luck kiss before he got in the car. 

“You know, this is pretty dangerous…” Esteban dramatically said, earning a grin from his girlfriend. 

“Estie, no.”

“But… I’m your boyfriend. You can trust me!” 

“It’s a secret, only a couple more months to go and you’ll watch it. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it more not knowing what’s gonna happen… Plus, I know you’re going to tell Lance whatever I tell you.”

“Is the multiverse theory true?” She was tempted to tell him something, but she always chose against it, having signed too many NDAs.

Just as she was going to answer, Esteban was called to get in the car before the race. 

“I love you, Este. Drive safely, okay?” (Y/N) got on her tiptoes and kissed him softly, like it was just the two of them. 

“Je t’aime beaucoup, bebé.” 

She became accustomed to the roaring of motors, the smell of gasoline and the rush of a pit stop, but that didn’t mean the worried butterflies on her stomach calmed down, she still bit her nails while listening to his radio and watching him overtake his rivals. His parents were the same, eyes not moving from the screen.

But today, it was a different kind of anxiety. She was on the edge of her seat, the fresh coat of nail polish chipped as everyone in the garage started realizing that they were going to win. The first for the team and for Esteban. 

She couldn’t stay seated during the last four laps, completely aware that F1 cameras were paying more attention to the Alpine garage, wanting to get the best reactions, and obviously she was there, but she couldn’t care less. 

It became real during the last lap, mechanics and engineers running to greet their driver on their maiden win.

Esteban parked the car and got out, jumping right into the awaiting arms of everyone involved, his face was one of pure disbelief, his eyes glassy with unshed tears and shaky hands.

She was holding your phone as his mom and dad went to hug him and congratulate him, wanting to immortalize the moment after so many years and sacrifices. Of course she loved his parents, but she wanted the moment to be over to hug him and congratulate him.

And that’s what happened when he noticed her. He noticed that he didn’t really know how to approach her, knowing cameras were filming their every movement and being broadcasted.

That’s why she took the matters in her own hands. Her hand went to cup his face, his arms found their home on her waist as he lifted her and kissed her. It wasn’t a pretty kiss, they were trying to pour every feeling, knowing words wouldn’t do it justice.

“Babe, I’m so proud of you, congratulations. Shit, I don’t even know what to say!” They laughed and went for another short kiss, people around them cheering. 

“You know what a great prize would be?” He asked her, gently placing her back on the ground. 

“Not a chance, Estie.”

(YNLN) just posted.

(YNLN): GP winner/king of my heart/love of my life @estebanocon

iv) Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. 

Sadly, Esteban wasn’t afraid to admit he pleaded his girlfriend to show him the new Spider-Man script. He tried to bribe her with silly gifts, gave her the silent treatment. His last resort was to call her out during race weekends. 

“Esteban, we are living the last races of the 2021 season and you seem alone, did you girlfriend leave you for Peter Parker yet?” The interviewer asked him laughing, making Esteban smile. 

“Yes, she is in the middle of her press tour for the latest movie.”

“I don’t remember many movies creating this level of hype and mystery, do you have any inside details?”

“Don’t even get me started,” Esteban answered, his accent getting thicker. “I don’t know anything, she has kept everything a secret. I’ve pleaded, I even spoke with her co-stars and they told me (Y/N) warned them to not tell me anything! Not even after I offered full-access paddock passes!” Esteban was  shooting his last shot to get any information, even if it meant exposing his girlfriend. 

“Interesting, Marvel is that good keeping secrets, huh? We hope to see you on the red carpet. Good luck on the race! Esteban Ocon, everybody!” 

“You are shameless!” That was the first thing Esteban heard after he picked up the FaceTime call from his girlfriend. 

“Oh, you saw it?” He asked her nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big deal. 

“You just have to hang on a couple of weeks and you’ll see it. Babe, I have to be back with the interviews soon, but I was told you can bring a plus one to the premier.”

“Am I not your plus one?” Esteban asked confused. 

“Nah, people like you too much now. We can walk the red carpet together, though!”

Esteban smiled at the sight of her perfectly dressed girlfriend. “No, it’s your moment, wouldn’t want to steal it with my perfect height and handsome looks.” He joked, earning a loud laugh from her, his favorite sound. 

She was right, time flew by. Now Esteban was admiring as people worked on her dress and makeup. Someone was fixing his hair for one last time before they left the fancy hotel room. 

Paparazzi were already lining up outside the hotel, waiting for them. They smiled before the valet got the car. She gave him a weird look, seeing a sports car, very similar to his Alpine car, with no one inside. 

“You didn’t think I was going to let someone else drive you, right?” He offered his arm and opened the door for her, helping her with the dress and leaving a kiss on her hand before walking towards the pilot seat. 

She couldn’t stop smiling, resting her hand on Esteban’s thigh during the short ride as he expertly drove, eyes not leaving the road to interlace their fingers. 

“Chérie… You have one last chance.”

“Esteban!” She stared at him in disbelief. 

“Can’t blame a fan for trying.”

Esteban would never tell her, but it was completely worth it in the end. His eyes couldn’t leave the screen for a second, too enthralled by the story being played in front of him, not even noticing the nervous eyes of his girlfriend, she wanted him to enjoy it because, as she found out during the time loving him, he was not exaggerating how much of a fan he was.

She noticed how he didn’t even try to hide the tears and the gasps during the movie, he probably didn’t notice how his grip on her hand got tighter every time a twist happened. Tears were falling freely as he watched his girlfriend on screen, playing what he thought was the saddest scene on modern cinema. 

He was the first one on his feet to start the stand-up ovation in the movie theatre. He didn’t care about anything when the lights were turned on, his only worry being softly kissing her lips while people around them were still cheering. 

“Shit, I still can’t believe he pulled it off…” 

That was Lance, shaking his head and taking a picture with his iPhone to show it at their wedding, knowing that Esteban and (YN) were endgame, even if he made fun of Esteban.

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[otomefiend]

Story Event: Dark (What) If ~ Who are you in this twisted fairytale world? ~

Prologue

Kate is a very dutiful girl. Isekai'd into into a twisted reality, and all she thinks about is doing her job. 😂🤧

~~~

London, the glittering and prosperous capital of the United Kingdom under the reign of Her Majesty the Queen Victoria.

I was an ordinary citizen working to deliver mail in this city.

As such, I struggled to support my favourite past-time, a theatre, and afford tickets to plays I wanted to see.

(All right, all deliveries are done for today)

(A little more, and I can finally buy tickets for the next show...)

Kate: "I'm back."

Director: "Kate! Just when I need you... or maybe not, the streets are too dangerous at night..."

Kate: "What's going on?"

Director: "Well, there's an opening for nighttime deliveries, with us being short-staffed and all."

(That's it!)

Kate: "Please, allow me to take them."

~~~

After accepting the task, I found myself walking through the dimly lit residential areas.

(All that's left to do is delivering a letter to the bookshop manager)

(Oh, 'Kingsley Books'... here it is!)

Kate: "Excuse me, I'm working for the post office. I'm looking for the manager..."

(There's no one here. I guess I'll have to come back tomorrow... huh, what a place 👀)

I picked up a book that casually landed at my feet.

As if drawn to it, I opened the untitled tome.

Kate: "Gah...!"

The sudden gust of wind, then a blinding light enveloped me...

~~~

Beautiful longhaired man: "Welcome to the twisted fairytale world..."

Beautiful longhaired man: "A visitor... how marvellous!"

Ahead of me, a beautiful, long-haired figure awaited.

Kate: "...I was at the bookstore just now... and then..."

I had no idea where I was, nor who was the person in front of me.

All I knew was that this was not the bookshop I stepped into, and I still had work left to do.

Kate: "Umm, I'm in the middle of a delivery, so I'd like to go back to 'Kingsley Books' if possible."

Beautiful longhaired man: "That might be a smidge difficult."

Kate: "Eh?"

Beautiful longhaired man: "More precisely, I have no clue how to send you back."

The man, who introduced himself as Victor, smiled and proceeded with an explanation, trying to soothe my confused mind.

It transpired that the place I found myself in existed between two worlds, the world of the living and the fairytale world.

Kate: "......a fairytale world?"

Victor: "You must have been led here by the untitled tome. Don't you remember?"

Kate: "Indeed I was. Does this mean I got lost in a book?"

Victor: "That's right. You're a smart girl, quick on the uptake."

(I never thought that the adaptability I developed working for the post would be put to use in a place like this)

Kate: "But you... Victor, you mentioned earlier a 'twisted fairytale world'."

Victor: "Alice in Wonderland, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty..."

Victor: "Most fairy tales in the world have a fixed plot and normally lead to a happy ending."*

Victor: "However, the fairy tale world is currently in a state where the plot of the story has gone awry, chaos has reached its peak, and the endings are far from happy."

Kate: "...... How is that possible?"

Victor: "That's because... each fairytale is missing something."

Kate: "Missing something... What might it be?"

Victor: "I don't know that either."

Victor: "I suspect you've been brought here to find out."

(......... huh, then)

Kate: "When the missing piece is found, the distortion of the fairy tale world should be fixed, and the story will lead to a happy ending."

Kate: "My job in here will be done..."

Victor: "And you might be able to go back to your world, to reality."

(If that's my only chance, I might as well try)

(I'll find what's missing in this twisted fairytale world and correct the distortion. Then lead it to a happy ending with my own hands)

I was going to go back to my world and continue my delivery.

As I made up my mind, I could hear bells ringing in the distance.

Victor: "Ah, looks like it's time to wake up."

Victor: "Kate, reaching the best ending is now in your hands."

Victor: "...... come, let's send you to the twisted fairytale world."

~~~

*lies 😏 Original (pre disney) fairytales are anything but. Common folk loved dark stuff.

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil story event #prologue #fan translation

[vcendent]

art vs industry

Sometimes I'm having a good day, but then sometimes I think about how industry is actively killing creative fields and that goes away. People no longer go to woodworkers for tables and chairs and cabinets, but instead pick from one of hundreds of mass-produced designs made out of cheap particle board instead of paying a carpenter for furniture that is both made to last generations and leaves room for customization. With the growth of population and international trade, the convenience and low production costs are beneficial in some aspects, but how many local craftsmen across the world were put out of business? How many people witnessed their craft die before their eyes? There is no heart or identity put into mass produced items; be it furniture, ceramics, metalwork, or home decor; and at the end of the day everybody ends up with the same, carbon copy stuff in their homes.

I'm a big fan of animated movies, and I see this same thing happening too. When was the last time western audiences saw a new 2D animated movie hit theatres? I can't speak for other countries, but, at least in America, I believe The Princess and the Frog was the last major 2D movie released and that was back in 2009. Major studios nowadays are unwilling to spend the time and money that it would take to pay traditional animators who have spent years honing their craft to go frame by frame, and to pay painters to create scene backgrounds. We talk a lot about machines replacing jobs, but when the machines come, artistry professions are some of the first to be axed (in part because industry does not see artistry as "valuable" professions). Art, music, and writing are no longer seen as "real" jobs because they belong to the creative field and there's this inane idea that anyone who goes into those fields will be unsuccessful and starving. I'm not saying that 3D animation is bad, it has its own merits and required skills and can be just as impressive as anything 2D, but it has smothered 2D animation and reduced it largely to studios that cannot afford the tech to animate 3D.

And now we have this whole AI thing to deal with, stealing existing artists' work to "train" it to take over those few professions that, until now, required actual people to do them. Internet artists have already been dealing with people complaining about the price of art for years and now have to face their work being stolen to train AI. With AI technology, anyone who undervalues the work of the artist can now get something generated at little or no cost to them, all at the expense of the artists themselves. Why would studios pay script writers when they could just get an algorithm to do it without pay? Why pay actors to bring characters to life or pay models to pose for ads when CGI has progressed enough we could digitally render humans and cut out having to pay people entirely? Why use practical effects or film on location when green screens and adding in-post is faster and so much cheaper? It's no wonder we had the SAG-AFTRA strike. AI has already been trained to write children's books and produce music, continuing down this road will replace authors and musicians too at the convenience of cost. How much longer until the actual, real-life people behind all forms of artistry become completely obsolete?

Industry is just driving the cost of people-made crafts up and up with every mass produced product and every streamlined shortcut to reduce costs, which only makes it harder and harder for artists of all kinds to make a living, as very few people want to pay for the time and skill of artists when they could just pick something off a shelf or feed AI a prompt and get something satisfactory enough, yet not what they actually wanted, for so much cheaper.

#this isnt my usual type of post but this genuinely upsets me #my rants #industry is killing creative fields #art #writing #acting #screenwriting #animation #2d animation #3d animation #crafts #ai #ai generation #sag aftra #sag afra strike #pay your writers #pay your artists #pay your craftsmen #support all forms of artistry

[heartburriedinvenice]

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight ?

( eddie munson x reader )

in which you haven't played Dungeons and Dragons in years, you definitely got the wrong date for your rehearsal, and Eddie Munson will never let you live down your middle school talent show performance.

content warnings mild cursing, hints towards drug use, and a lot of shakespeare.

a /n : so i am in love with eddie munson and i couldn't get this idea out of my head so i wrote it! ( i would definitely turn this into a small series if anyone wants it? ) a lot more stranger things fics coming, my brain is on an absolute high from this season-

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You could have sworn the calendar said tonight was a rehearsal, after school, at five in the auditorium. And maybe you should have come to the conclusion you were wrong when all the lights down the hallway were off and only a faint glow emerged from the open door of the small auditorium. Maybe that’s when you should have stopped walking, headed out and called your friend to double-check, and just head home. But your curiosity was peaked and it would eat at you if you did not appease it.

Walking closer to the door you began to hesitate, you felt the pace at which you walked slow as if some sort of tar had appeared on the ground the closer you got. Gripping the door frame, you peered inside. Definitely not a rehearsal day. A long tackle took up most of the space, set pieces from your show moved towards the back of the stage, and the stage lights dimmed to blues and reds and greens to set some sort of ambiance. Seeing no one there you continued to walk in, taking the steps up the sides of the stage to get closer to the table. A board, a few dice ranging in sides, an open notebook blocked by a folder, little figures placed in different spots on the board, and a grand throne sat at the head of the table. The same one used in last year's play, you had sat in it. You smiled at the memory as you ran your hand over its intricate details carved into it by some students in the other art classes.

“I think you are in the wrong place,” you practically jumped out of your skin at the voice turning to see the boy leaning against the door to the theatre. “Unless Hawkins High Theatre Star has a sudden interest in the intricate world that is Dungeons and Dragons.”

“So that’s what this is,” you said, mostly to yourself, as you glanced back at the board, before looking back up towards the boy. “I haven't seen one of these boards in forever.”

“I was joking… you play?” he asked, the look of clear confusion on his face and in his voice as he made his way towards the stage.

“Yeah, well, I used to,” you explained, rolling one of the dice around in your hand. “My cousin is like the biggest nerd on the planet and used to bring his board over during Christmas dinner and make all our cousins play a small campaign. I was always an elf princess named Samantha who was tired of her life of royalty. They stopped coming after everything started happening in Hawkins these past couple of years.”

“An elf princess?” a stifled laugh following his words.

“Hey! I thought it was cool at the time,” you countered, a smile growing on your face you hadn't even registered until that moment. “We thought we were so cool. I mean, it was cool, making up stories and pretending to be different people for a little bit. My mind was blown!”

The boy had this sort of awestricken look on his face when you looked up at him, some sort of trance that had caught his tongue in his mouth as he just stared. You were never too great at eye contact, averting your gaze back to the board.

“I didn’t know there was a D&D club,” you added, trying to break the growing tension in the theatre.

“Yeah, uh, yeah last one before the break,” The trance was finally broken, and yet the tension did not leave, remaining like a thick blanket over the two of you. “You interested?”

“What?”

“Well, I just thought that you were here because-”

“Oh! Oh no, I just, I thought we had a rehearsal today. I guess I was wrong…just a mix-up,” not a single person would be able to miss the way in which the boy seemed to deflate.

“Oh, yeah, no duh,” he said, trying to straighten himself up, running a hand through his unruly hair. You couldn’t help but notice how it fit him so well. “I forgot the spring play was coming up.”

“You know about it?” you asked, now your turn to be surprised. No one really cared about the shows, too busy at sporting events or whatever they deemed more important and enjoyable on their weekends. You guess you didn’t really blame them. “I guess I just don’t know a lot people who actually care to keep up with that sort of thing.”

“I mean, Dungeons and Dragons isn’t so different from theatre,” he offered, though even he looked uncertain by his explanation, your eyebrow quirking at his comment as he continued. “You play a character, tell a story, escape the real world outside for a while as you pretend to be someone else entirely, you know?”

Silence met the room, “Was that as stupid as I thought it sounded?”

“No!” you almost yelled, before taking a deep breath. “No, it made sense. You're right, they aren’t that different. Maybe that’s why I liked it so much?”

Another silence fell over the room as if you two had run out of things to say. You didn’t, you just weren’t sure what to say next. He was funny and interesting, and a little odd but in a charming kind of way. You had seen him before, always trying to piss the basketball team off in the cafeteria, or had heard the rumors of the drugs he had been selling to some kid in your show. Or at the middle school talent show with his band, him absolutely shredding his guitar like there was tomorrow, and he wasn't just in the cafeteria. He was different, different than what growing up in Hawkins usually produced and that’s what interested you most of all.

“You were the girl who did the Shakespeare monologue at the middle school talent show, weren't you?” He spoke up, as if it was a question he had been waiting to ask, one that caught you off guard. You had hoped everyone forgot, you knew everyone hadn't, and you got made fun of it for weeks after. While some kids danced or sang or played piano, you had decided to do a reciting of a monologue from Shakespeare's, Othello. “You remember that?” you had to ask, running a hand over your face, a grain escaping you, unable to look at the boy in front of you.

“How could I not, you were-”

“Bad, embarrassing, a little too passionate about Shakespeare?”

“No,” he said, all amusement leaving his face for a slight second as if he was serious. “No, you were good. Not many seventh graders can say they understand Shakespeare. And I mean, I had no idea what you were saying, but I could tell you did… and I thought that was cool, defiantly different. Like you were speaking some entirely different language.”

“Then let them use us well: else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us so,” you mockingly recited in your worst Shakespearian accent. “I am never living that down am I?”

“Probably not,” he admitted honestly.

“My fault for thinking the students at Hawkins Middle would be interested in a Shakespeare monologue,” a laugh escaping you at how ridiculous it sounded. “My mom did not do me any justice by encouraging it. But thank you, for you know, thinking it was good.”

“Just being honest,” he said. “I mean, you're still like crazy talented! I see like all the shows.”

And you were once again caught off guard, surprised, you needed to start keeping track of how many times it would happen within the time with the boy, “You do?”

“Shit, that sounds weird, I didn't mean it-”

“No, no it's sweet, I just didn’t think it really was your scene,” your turn to interrupt him.

“Kinda comes with the whole terms and conditions of using this room,” he explained. “Your teacher said we could use it if I came and saw all the shows with the club…no one else really would let us use their space so I just agreed.”

“That sounds like her,” you laughed, your drama teacher was the definition of what came to mind when one thought of a drama teacher. And any chance she could talk someone into seeing the shows, even if it was slightly against their will, she would.

“They are good though, so I don’t really mind,” he said. “What’s the next one? The one you had rehearsal for?”

“Oh, uh it's this modern take on, “As You Like It” by William Shakespeare, set in a roller skating rink and everyone is on skates,” you sounded crazy saying it, he stared in some sort of amusement that he wasn't sure if he could openly express. “You can laugh, it's weird, I know.”

“Let's just say my curiosity is piqued,” he admitted. “I'm interested, a little confused, maybe the tiniest concerned, but interested. Got a preview for me?”

A laugh involuntarily escaped you as he lounged back into the throne, kicking his legs up onto the table. Gesturing his hand towards the middle of the stage for you to begin, you hesitated for a second before realizing he was not joking. Or maybe he was, waiting to humiliate you for something you loved, but he was not that kind of person, you knew that from the minute he walked into the room.

“Okay, uh, let me think,” you thought, searching your mind for any singular line from the show, and with a deep breath you started, never having had someone other than your theatre watch you so closely, so unrehearsed. “Me believe it? You may as soon make her that you love believe it, which I warrant she is apter to do than to confess she does. That is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the trees wherein Rosalind is so admired?”

And before you could start again he began to speak, and you were caught off guard… again, “I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.”

“What are you doing-”

“I am pretty sure that’s not the next line,” he cut in. “I thought you were the expert?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, not entirely sure what was happening, but a giddy kind of churning had not stopped in your stomach and it took more power than you would ever like to admit to suppress the growing smile on your face.

So you continued, albeit hesitantly, “​​But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?”

“Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.”

“Love is merely a madness” you finished, as he began to clap, a slow dramatic kind of clap, you playing along taking a few bows. “You know Shakespeare? Like really know Shakespeare?”

“I don’t know, some girl in my middle school talent show got me kinda interested,” he said as if it was something one could say so nonchalantly. “I dabble here and there. A little bit of comedy, a few tragedies in there.”

You just smiled, you couldn’t help it, it was impossible to stop. “You are good! Oh my gosh!”

“Hey hey, I am not that good,” he tried to counter.

“Yes, you are! You should audition or something you would be insane,” you continued. “My teacher would love you, we have-”

“I don’t know if that’s really my scene,” he stopped you, standing from the chair and making his way over to you. “I am more of an audience kind of guy. Where you, you are like made for that stage, I mean look at you, you probably have the whole audience in love with you in the first few seconds.”

“Shut up,” you groaned out.

“What? I mean it! I mean, ‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’, right?” he quoted, like it was second nature.

“Yeah, yeah I guess so,” you replied at a sort of loss for words, a smile shared between the two of you, a soft one, one of mutual understanding.

The sound of voices coming from down the hall woke you both from whatever Shakespearean trance had caught hold of you.

“I should probably get going, your club is starting soon I am guessing,” you speak up, looking anywhere else but the boy. “Thanks for sharing your knowledge of Shakespeare with another Shakespeare lover.”

“Yeah, anytime,” he replied, a soft smile still covering his face, as you grabbed your stuff and began to walk out back through the audience of the auditorium.

“Hey!” he called, causing you to turn around. “We are missing one of our players tonight if you, you know, wanted to give D&D a try again?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I haven’t played in a long time, I wouldn’t want to hold you guys back-”

“They won’t be here for a while, I wouldn’t mind teaching you,” he offered. “Give you a little crash course. You know I am pretty knowledgeable about things other than Shakespeare as well? We could revamp Samantha the elf princess? What’d you say?”

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at yourself and where you had ended up that Friday night, shrugging, “Okay!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, throwing your backpack into one of the auditorium chairs, and racing back up to the stage.

#eddie munson x reader #eddiemunson #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #strangerthings #stranger things #stranger things x reader #i love you eddie #eddie loves shakespeare cause i said so #love love love obssesed perf #the hellfire club #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hello! How are you my dear?

I came back with a new request! This time with a little mix up of fandom, hopefully that's ok?

I was thinking about the boys receiving a kiss on the cheek from their crush for the first time!

Could please write for ryusui (Dr stone) and tecchou ( bungou stray dogs)?

Thank you!

Oh my goodness anon I’m so sorry that I took so long to write back! My life has been so busy and I just blanked out on what I should write! I hope you can forgive me and please enjoy 💖

Ryusui and Tecchou when they receive a kiss from their crush💕

Ryusui: pre petrification 

Ryusui invited you to his home cinema to watch your favorite movie because he’s somehow never seen it before

Everything is set up perfectly: he has your favorite snacks, a cozy blanket for both of you to share, drinks, the best luxury recliners known to man

Today was the day he was finally going to do it, he was going to ask you to be his!

When you arrive he greets you excitedly and escorts you to the theatre 

That’s when everything goes wrong💀

First he spills the popcorn on the floor

Then when he hands you your drink, his hand slips making it fall all over you 

After you got into a new pair of clothes his a/c went out so it was extremely hot in there 

THEN the movie kept acting weird so he had to keep trying to figure out what was wrong with the projector 

But after the whole catastrophe, you both finally sat down and enjoyed the movie 

Your “favorite” movie

“Wow (y/n)! This movie was amazing! No wonder La La Land is your favorite movie!”

“…yeah it is!”

👁️👄👁️

“La La Land isn’t your favorite movie is it?”

“N-no…” 

He was so devastated!

This whole thing was pointless. He thought he ruined everything! There was no way he could ask you out now!

A small sigh and giggle escape your lip

You kiss his cheek shyly

“I still had a great time Ryusui. Thank you for everything!” You pack up your belongings and head to the door. “Oh and Ryusui?”

“Hm?” 

“I like you too.”

Maybe this night wasn’t so bad 

Tecchou: before Fukuchi’s whole plan thing 

You worked at the front desk 

You would always greet everyone and of course they would always greet you back but Tecchou was the only one to ever have a conversation with you

And everyone knew why, but of course not you 

Everyday he would talk to you about something different 

“Yeah strawberries with ketchup are the best. Something about how both the reds mixing together is so appealing.” Or “Tell me, is it hard to live without an ability?”

One day you were informed that he’ll be going on a long mission, so you wouldn’t have your daily talks

But that wasn’t your main concern, it was the rank. He was supposed to go into one of Japan’s most dangerous areas, with no way of contact to anyone else.

“I don’t know Tecchou, there has to be another way to carry this mission out, or at least someone can go with you, even if it’s someone as weak as me at least I’ll be there!”

You tear up as he packs his bag 

He’s honestly glad his back is to you or else you would’ve seen him blush

“I’ll be fine (y/n). This is part of being a hunting dog.”

He carries his bag as he walks to you

“Please don’t cry. You’re too beautiful to cry.”

You wipe your tears as an idea strikes you

“At least let me give you something before you leave, but you have to promise to return it to me when you get back!” 

He nods and sticks out his pinky, remembering the time you told him how pinky promises are the most sacred vow 

You wrap your pinky around his, then you stand on your tip toes to kiss his cheek

Both of you are redder than the strawberry ketchup mixture

He smiles and pulls his hat over his face as he walks towards the door

“I promise I’ll return it to you when I get back.”

#dr stone #dcst #dr stone headcanons #ryusui nanami #ryusui nanami headcanons #ryusui nanami x reader #ryusui x reader #dr stone x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #suehiro tecchou #bsd tecchou #tecchou suehiro #suehiro tecchou x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

[jell0buss-37]

Could I ask for a peter b parker x black!fem!reader where maybe Y/N is the prowler in Peter's dimension and he's friends with her and then he finds out she's the prowler (and perhaps she also finds out he's spiderman 👁👁) and he tries to talk to her

If you don't like the prowler idea Y/N can just be any Villian :))

(This is kinda angsty I'm sorry 😭)

I love this idea! I think it'd be interesting if they were more rivals to begin with and had started to slowly grown closer. And as their super-sonas, they'd always have more playful banter. I also thought it'd be interesting if the reader and him started working together on certain cases and such! I'm writing this while waiting for my tires to get looked at, and this gave me a lot of ideas. I hope you like them!

He is so goofy I love him <3

You two had known eachother since high school

Neither of you were exactly over achievers whenever it came to academics, but boy were you guys competitive

Nothing really interesting either of you unless one of you were suddenly better than the other at it

Mathematics? You only took AP to spite him

English Language Arts? He yoinked that from you by winning multiple prizes for his short stories.

You were in Theatre, Art, and Auto shop, while he took over Orchestra, Band, and Culinary

Once the two of you graduated, you thought all of this feuding would finally be over

You and your sister lived together and took care of her son, your sister being a cop. She met her husband in the academy, and went on to join the army

You had your nephew, Miles, who was only 2 at this time

You'd spend many nights taking care of him

He was your favorite little dude

Eventually, times started getting tough, Your brother in law going MIA

He was presumed dead

You had worked at your dad's mechanic shop when you got the news

You were quickly by your sisters side

You had moved in by the end of the month

About a year later, you still worked as a mechanic, however due to how tight money was getting, and Miles getting older, you had to take on another job

You met this guy, a doctor at the University

He took you under his wing, and taught you all about robotics

Soon you became the prowler

You'd get these shady deals to do some crimes, smuggling certain weapons, handling affairs with shady politicians

You weren't proud of it, but it kept the cash flow steady.

You soon we're able to move your older sister and your nephew into a nicer neighborhood in Queens, nothing much but a good apartment with a good daycare down the road for Miles

You didn't, however, count on your new neighbors

"(Y/n)??"

You froze in the door to your new apartment

"Peter..."

It was awkward at first, and so you both held this silent agreement that you just wouldn't talk to eachother

Until your sister invited him to dinner

It was... Awkward

At first

Soon you guys were talking about old times, realizing how stupid it was to be feuding in the first place

And soon it's as if you never even hated eachother

He thought it was cool that you were a mechanic now, admitting he actually knows more about cars because of you in high school

He was very sympathetic to your sister and the loss of her husband, even offering to watch Miles every now and then if you guys needed

He was quick to become a family friend, coming over almost every Sunday now

How you two had met as the prowler and spiderman was a different story, however

You had been stealing out a large corporate bank, your Intel being to take a certain actors bank deposit

However, things were quick to go tits up

It appears that some other guys had the idea to rob that bank as well

Just a bunch of guys wearing Halloween masks

Amateurs.

You were quick to crash into the scene, finding them threatening bystanders and taking hostages

Amateurs.

Suddenly, a certain hero had also crashed into the scene, to find you beating up and knocking out a couple of the crooks, sending away the hostages

He was surprised, unsure if you were friend or foe

Either or, he helped you handle the guys

The two of you worked pretty good together, making a pretty decent team

It seemed you were a friend!

Until you went and just grabbed the bank statements, knocking Spiderman out of the building with an explosive you had planted

Okay, you were a foe.

You were gone before he could even collect himself

These little interactions would continue, him always joking and making smartass comments and remarks, you only staying silent

Although he was pretty amusing

Meanwhile, in your civilian lives, things seemed to be going pretty great

In fact, it appears that something more seemed to be going on between the two of you

It starts turning into more one night, when you come home early from a day at your auto shop, finding Peter watching a movie with Miles and eating some snacks

"Hey! Look Miles, your Auntie is back from being a grease monkey!" "Hey, look Miles, Uncle Peter is always a monkey!"

Miles loves you both so much, and was really excited to be tucked in and read a bedtime story to by you guys

You sang his favorite little song to him, the ABCs (don't ask, it's what my mom sang to me as a kid), and finishing it off with My Little Sunshine

Peter watches from the doorway, staring almost dreamily at you while you comfort the little guy

You close the door lightly, standing outside his door with Peter, the two of you joking with eachother for a bit

Eventually, it's about time he heads out, and you walk him out to see him off

He seems to be contemplating something in his head, and he suddenly turns around to ask you something

But you're right in front of him already, your noses bumping a bit, causing your breath to hitch a bit

"Hah, u-uh, I was just thinking, there's that new movie coming out soon, and-"

Your lips are suddenly on his, a light peck to his own

You pull back with a smile, laughing at his dazed expression

"... So is that a yes? Or-" "Yes, Peter."

You two start dating soon after, finding that the times spent together are so much funner whenever you guys aren't fighting

You were worried at first, due to you having to disappear every now and then because of your Prowler duties, and you were worried he would start questioning you

However, Pete was also worried about the same thing

You two didn't even notice that you guys would disappear every now and then to lead your double lives

It wasn't until about 6 months into you guys dating, when you both had come home around the same time covered in bruises and scratches from your previous excursion together

Peter was so worried, asking a thousand questions a minute

Meanwhile he had a black eye himself, and you two were freaking out at the same time

You both had came up with your own excuses

However, you guys started becoming distant since that event, both of you scared at what would happen if your lives got mixed up in eachothers

The break-up was inevitable at that point

You guys avoided eachother for a month, both as your alter egos and as yourselves

You guys were both obviously hurt from this

You had even started to question your work as the Prowler. You decided to put an end to being the Prowler. You were gonna get your Peter back

You were on the way to see the Doc, to give him his things back, a text sent to Peter telling him to meet up

When suddenly there was a collapse on the bridge, and you see spiderman fighting the very same doctor that you were on your way to see

Except now he had... 8 robot arms???

You were quick to suit up, helping out the vigilante that had become your friend

You help anyone that needs it, and even jump in to help Spidy

You both eventually defeat Doc Ock, and your by his side when he's stopping the bridge from completely collapsing

He gets hit with some falling debris, and he's knocked out, along with his mask

You're quick to go and catch him before he falls into the water below you

You get him to a safe place, only to find-

"PETER!??"

You were quick to rip off your own mask, trying to shake him awake

When he comes to, he sees your tearstained face looking down at him

"Hey pretty Lady... I was actually just on my way to see ya!"

He panics when he realized he was in his spidersuit, but you were quick to calm him down

He was... Shocked to find out that his "favorite colleague" was his girlfriend the entire time

"This is great! Now we can be the ultimate smoke show power couple!!"

Yeah, things were going to be great

#fanfiction #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #peter benjamin parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #headcannons

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

job headcanons for marble hornets

was thinking about how troy and joseph were saying that tim was likely working as a contractor or garbage man of some kind during the events of marble hornets, and it got me thinking about what jobs he and the others might have had. gonna say maybe just in a college setting, because i think tim was the only one out of the main four that actually kept a job while marble hornets was going down.

Alex- i think in his senior year of high school, he probably got his first job at some kind of gas station or maybe mowing lawns. in college, he would definitely have a movie theatre job, and i think when his hipster phase starts up, he becomes a barista

Jay- he worked at blockbuster until it went out of business. also i know some people joke about jay being a trust fund baby, but i could not disagree less however i have found a middle ground. he lives with his single mom but gets child support checks once a month from his uber rich dad that did not mean to get Jay’s college student mom pregnant. so they have some money but he is not a trust fund by any means. but anyway i think he also works at a grocery store and maybe also the same movie theatre alex works at

Tim- i think they have the right idea, because of tim’s mental health he probably struggles to keep jobs sadly. i feel like for this reason, he tries to keep several at a time so if he gets fired from one he doesnt end up completely unemployed. probably ends up being like labor and customer service stuff, though he’s not great at customer service. I have an image of truck driver tim in my mind now too tho he could totally do that and slay

Brian- he’s got major bar tender vibes. he’s socially awkward but still extroverted, so talking with people that are drinking alcohol makes is less stressful LOLOL. he’s also got barista or waiter vibes

#marble hornets #mh headcanons #alex kralie #jay merrick #tim wright #brian thomas

[fishfingersalad]

big post of all my random rvb au ideas and some hcs, decided this was more reasonable than making like 20 different posts.

Hc the freelancers who die are like submarines that go missing, officially still out on patrol. Florida is the only freelancer that is officially gone from the program. A rumor starts that the freelancers suits are in some way connected to the us states so people think that when florida (state) blew up, so did Agent Florida's armour killing him in the process

 (I'm an ace Tucker believer) Y'know how Tucker gets charged child support for a bunch of kids post chorus? I don't think he has any kids outside of Junior. I think a bunch of people who got pregnant post temple of procreation were like shit idk the kids other parent. Uhhhh. Let's just say it was the rich famous planetary hero guy who claims to have slept with everyone. He probably doesn't even remember the people he's slept with. And then Tucker, asexual who has had sex one (1) time and realised he didnt like it very much, is stuck between revealing to the whole goddamn planet that he doesnt actually fuck, and paying a billion dollars of child support.

In an everyone lives no one dies type au I think Donut gets Maine, Locus, South, and Wash to come to his wine and cheese hour and he does their makeup and their nails.

Au where Sigma is just so fucking invested in getting Maine and Wash to date that he doesnt do anything evil. "Agent Maine, I think you will find this course I have signed you up for quite informative" Sigma this is a couples wine and pottery class "Oh look, is that Agent Washington over there? you should go say hi."

Au where Wash and Epsilon bond. It still fucks Wash up and shit, cause yknow. Epsilon issues. But Wash goes like "I am going to fucking kill the director he fucked you ai over so much" And Epsilon is so taken aback bc of Alphas view of Wash from an outside, heavily filtered perspective made him seem happy go lucky, innocent, and a bit naive.

Au where the freelancers find out that the director is Linas dad and behind her back they're all like "hey is she okay? why does he talk to her like that?" but then whenever she's around they just accuse her of nepotism. Gamma and Sigma team up to hack the leaderboard and change her name to nepotism baby.

I love South. I wish she existed more. I wish her and North and Theta could have gotten along. I wish Theta could suit jump like Omega and Alpha. I wish Theta could spend time with South. Like yeah South wouldn't like having to share an ai with her brother but like. He's their littlest brother.

Junior and Theta could autism bond. I think they'd both like comics. Also Junior teaches Theta basketball and Theta teaches Junior to skate. Skateboard kid plus scooter kid. I think Palomo would like to skateboard too. Wash and Palomo both helped teach Theta to skateboard. Wash bc he's friends w North, Palomo bc he's at the skatepark frequently. Jensen roller skates, she's... okay at it. not good. but okay. She broke her tailbone trying to impress Palomo. Andersmith would work at a youth center that the teens hang out at. Matthews works at a movie theatre, Bitters watches a movie there every week, maybe just to see Matthews.

Sarge werebear. Simmons vampire. Grif faun. Donut Light Elemental. Lopez is a ghost that got stuck in a shitty robot Sarge built. Church and the ai are ghosts, Tex is a vampire, Caboose is a werewolf (big doggy :3). Siren Tucker. Deep sea mermaid Junior (glowing octopus type stuff). Faun Kai (same as Grif). Carolina’s a Phoenix. Wash some kind of big cat thing. Florida Shapeshifter (he prefers being reptiles). The twins are demons. 479er is a harpy. York poltergeist (throws stuff at people). Wyoming's some kind of “answer my riddles three” type of imp. Ct is also a shapeshifter. Maine’s just a regular guy with a lot of weird friends. Felix and Locus are a fire elemental and a dryad respectively. Siris is a water elemental. In my au Donut’s a light elemental which makes it so fucking funny if Church pops up and says "boo" Donut just fucking decks him. and through Church being a ghost (a form of light) and Donut being a light elemental, Donut’s fist connects. South is the demon people are more likely to fear, but North is the one you really need to look out for. When South loses her temper people get frightened, when North loses his temper people die. If there's like. a group of kids exploring or something North’ll hold South back from doing anything more than scaring them. If there's a priest attempting an exorcism or someone with a cross threatening South, their organs will be found separately from their bodies. 

It's kinda funny when people make Church and Lina siblings and then Tex is just some random girl that Church likes. Like I fully understand why and the only other alternative i can think of is like. Church is the director's younger brother who was raised alongside his daughter after their parents died. and Tex is Allison's younger sister. Only way I could put together Church kinda being the director and Tex kinda being Allison but also Church and Lina being siblings without there being any relation between Tex and Church.

Florida and Ct have a coworker friends relationship i think. When they first met I think Florida said something vague and threatening to her so she pulled a knife on him. They've been sort of friends ever since.

#mikeys rvb rambles #rvb #red vs blue #this isnt even including the ones I started writing fics of #the thing about jensen breaking her tailbone skating #is mostly stolen from real life #i broke my tailbone rollerblading in front of my spanish class #also i love the idea of donut befriending every scary person he meets #the joyful whimsy grind never stops #mine

[worldsofdreamers]

We'll Make This Feeling Last: Representation and Community Building at FITFWT

With a little while until tours start up again, I’ve been thinking a lot about how live music can build community and the ways artists create those moments in collaboration with their audiences. Having worked in entertainment, I’m always curious to see how different styles of live shows work to bring audiences into the performance. One moment of this community building that has particularly captured my attention in 2023 is the Megamix at Louis Tomlinson’s Faith in the Future World Tour. As a fan of his for many years, I admire how dedicated he seems to be in creating a space at his shows for people to feel accepted. Whether intentional or not, my history in storytelling through performance and literature and my love of musical theatre and opera have had me mulling over the possibility of what story is told in this show. The longer I thought about it, and the more I watched clips, lives, as well as what I observed at the show I attended, I couldn’t help but draw conclusions and connect dots. In this piece, I will attempt to synthesize my thoughts regarding what the story could be while also acknowledging that none of us know what the story is for him or any person who helped design the moment. We only know what this moment has come to mean for each of us individually. Some of these stories have been generously shared with me for this project. This also probably goes without saying, but I feel it necessary to do it anyway, this is my opinion and my interpretation of things as a Queer Person, Larrie, and a lifelong lover of the arts. If you have a different opinion than what I outline here, that is perfectly fine. I just ask that you approach this with an open mind.  I’m also in no way speaking for anyone associated with any project he’s been involved in in the past or present or Louis as an artist or person. Hate comments on this post, in my inbox, or in the inboxes of those who shared their stories will get you blocked. It simply is what it is. If analysis or theorizing makes you uncomfortable, this is not the place for you to air that grievance.

Without any further ado, let’s begin.

The anticipation leading up to the first show had fans daydreaming about what songs might be included in the setlist. The preshow buzz, spurred on by the “leaked” setlist had many fans, myself included, questioning where certain fan favorites were. Especially because in interviews Louis had mentioned them as favorites of himself and his “best mate.” And what the mysterious “megamix” could be. Little did any of us know that our questions would be answered shortly or that this mystery would quickly become part of the show many of us look forward to show after show. 

Since Louis first began mentioning that this album was designed for live shows I’ve had a thought tumbling through my mind, what if the show is also designed for a specific purpose and to tell a specific story? And if the show is designed to tell a story, what part of the story is Megamix telling us? 

I think the story is two-fold, and while I can’t speak to what it means for him or anyone associated with him, I’ve certainly got my own ideas about what it could be. That story is interesting, and I will dabble into my interpretation of what it could mean for him, but it’s not the whole story any more. We’ve all become part of the story, and our stories have all blended to build a story of a community finding belonging and safety in the glow of the rainbow lights. 

That first night was nothing short of magical, and the connection that spans continents was stronger than ever. It felt like a cosmic shift to me when the rainbow lights came up that first night. They had begun during the post-album release gigs in December 2022, and certain people had doubted the motivation for including them at the shows at that time. The lights coming back for the world tour over songs all about connection, doubt, time, and finding community was an answer to him seeing us and us seeing him. Yet another moment in the saga of “I need you, You need me” that is the fabric of our connections to each other. 

The Megamix and the staging of it are a loud and deliberate response to the call and response that has been happening between the two of us for years and has only gotten stronger as this tour has gone on. A response that has only gotten brighter as the tour has gone on. And by the time the tour reached Europe, the stage lights had come off of the stage to envelop the audience. A move that I interpret as yet another deliberate act of connection and a reminder that he's aware of who his audience is. From other artists, it could be seen as pandering, but it doesn't here, at least not to me because he's always made it clear that he's aware of the base. From pointing at the rainbow banners at shows to his expression of gratitude for what Only The Brave has become for so many, not to mention the tender way he interacts with fans. This moment on tour is an encouraging reminder that our bravery in being exactly who we are doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s a love letter. It’s a moment of solidarity. 

And while I’m not going to be covering the remainder of the show, putting this moment before songs like Copy of a Copy of a Copy and Angels Fly serves as a reminder that when the rain comes, we can rely on each other to look after each other, that we are indeed stronger together. We can hold on to the magic of the show by putting on a record or reaching out to the community. That the friends we make at shows or online are real connections that we can make the safety of the show last long after the final note.  

It has been a while since a show has happened when I’m posting this, so let me set the scene.

The previous song has ended. The screens are black and white, and the musical introduction swells as Louis takes a second to take in the room. To see the community he built, of the “best the one direction fans,” of the people who found him after as he was finding a way to be a solo artist, of the people who came along to be with people they love. The interlude continues, and what sounds like someone taking a deep breath before spilling their soul can be heard in the mix, something that I’ve only noticed in watching footage of the shows during the break. And at that moment, All This Time comes barreling in with blue and green lights as if to say, “Remember.” 

“Remember, there are things that I cannot say.”

“Remember, I’m just like you.”

“Remember that the story painted about me in the tabloids and other places isn’t the whole story. You and I are here together, so let’s not waste the chance to tell the story in the way I can. I’ve been speaking my truth as much as I can, praying that you can see it through the obstacles.” 

Or, as he sings in All This Time, “It’s worth it all this time.”

We all get crippled by self-doubt, and there are things we can’t speak about. Devastating things have broken us down, so let’s take a moment to be together in this place and let it go, even just for one night. Let’s hold each other up and let this feeling carry us through. Then there's another observation moment before continuing into She is Beauty and the cascade of rainbow lights. 

The music and staging work in tandem to share the lesson to take away from this pairing that we're all in this together. Do you see what I see? Can you all see that I'm just like you? 

Several speeches before Copy piqued my curiosity that the squats and sitting on the steps in front of Steve could be a choreographed moment. A moment to ground himself in the connection. His speech in Berlin before Copy confirmed it for me when he said, “I deliberately take that moment in All This Time. I know it feels a bit choreographed, getting down there every night, but I’m not much of a dancer. I just like to take it all in, because where you’re touring, shows pass you by. It’s important that you take in those moments.”  And if this moment to connect is choreographed, it’s all the more impactful that it takes place in the moment of community building. A glance between obstacles where some truths are intentionally illuminated. It brings attention to the message of those two songs together, why they were put together, and arguably why this moment was listed as Megamix on the first setlist. Emphasizing connection during these songs where the stage is bathed in blue and green lights and then rainbows brings startling clarity to a set of songs that from the beginning have been up to interpretation for some. The stories I’ve collected from other fans show how much this moment of connection means to them too. 

Every story has an undercurrent of gratitude for this community, for the music, and for Louis. Every story takes a moment to bring up how much that moment has touched them, made them feel safe, or encouraged them to make the feeling of this moment continue.

One response, from Jules @theirloveisgross, put into words just how much this moment meant to her (and indeed many others) and how it inspired fan projects.

“I got emotional just reading this question. Seeing it on that first show, through a live stream, was a bit of a shock. And it's something that I still can't wrap my head around that he's done for almost 80 shows this year. It felt like the epitome of ‘do you see what I see.’ His answer, in a way, if you will. It feels like being part of something bigger (motif, eh?)...After the Uncasville show, on a live stream, it was even clearer to me which songs needed the rainbow treatment this time around. I always wanted rainbow lights and flags for All This Time since we got the album, but seeing the show they put on with SIBWAWC... Had to happen…Some of us worked really hard to bring rainbows back to Louis shows, like in LTWT. And we did it! My eternal gratitude for to londonfoginacup and lululawrence for the success of rainbow megamix. Also, the crazy idea of making a project for my home show also sparked in me, after the first three shows. So I went and organized (basically by myself and volunteers I coordinated) a rainbow lights project for Vancouver. It was a lot of work and some obstacles were in the way, but it filled me with so much joy. Seeing it come to life was one of the most surreal experiences of my life. The venue wasn't sold out and it wasn't perfect... But you could tell it was a rainbow in the stands, with hundreds of flags in the pit. It was the first rainbow light project during the whole megamix. I will never ever forget it, and the gratefulness of some of the people that reached out. Once I got home after that show, I crumbled and sobbed for an hour or so. Because... Besides Louis' shows being one of my favorite places to be at, they're also safe, and I wanted people to remember that, to not forget it. Because the first few shows in the NA leg were a bit scary with the lack of rainbows, but we did it! And Europe continued it! And it's been so beautiful! And I'm crying about it again.”

Another response, from CC @savebylou, brought up how no matter how you attended  the shows it feels special, “there is something so special about Louis shows, whether is in person or online, his music and words makes you feel part of the show, and seeing the online reaction and commenting about it was a wonderful experience.” 

Ella @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk responded to the question regarding how Megamix feels to watch saying, “It makes me feel seen, it makes me feel like I belong. like Louis knows we're all in this club together. we /see/ each other.”

Logan @naomismcpherson responds similarly in his answer “I felt like I belonged to this community. I felt like this was a way for Louis to let us know we were welcomed and seen. I felt empowered and proud to belong to this organization this community “

That's what it's all about, connection, building up something that lasts past through the last note. The story starts and ends the same way. Every night it's “you and me, until the end.”

That's the magic of it, the community found wherever we are from Athens to Atlanta, Milwaukee to Montevideo. When considering what the story told throughout the show could be, I kept coming back to Megamix and what it means to all of us. Everything is grounded in this moment and time, that’s why it felt so jarring when there was a show without it. 

The story is that we all need each other, we are better together, and when we act in ways that serve as a lifeline for others, the future looks a little brighter. Simply put, investing in each other is one of the best ways to have faith in the future. We owe it to each other and ourselves to invest in our relationships with each other. We can hold on to the freedom of the shows, if we hold on to each other. We can make this feeling last.

Many thanks to everyone who shared their stories, those who've made this tour so far a blast, and of course Louis and the band.

Happy New Year!

#sunshine! #the megamix essay #louis tomlinson #fitf world tour

[beheworthy]

You know, I'm always in hater mode, so I thought I'd share something sweet about watching Thor movies in the theatre - I quite literally manifested my bestie watching Thor4 with me in the theatre when she lived 3000 KM away.

I've been watching first day first show of the movies Thor appears in since Avengers2 (2015). For Thor3 (2017) - my dad had been away on transfer for 3 years and I told him I want to watch it with him. The original plan was that he'd take off from work and get here but as it happened, he got transferred back here in July and we could easily watch it in November when it released. I believe I manifested him back to us.

He doesn't speak much English but he was explaining the plot to me mid-movie. And before he only knew Leo DiCaprio and Johnny Depp as Hollywood, now he also knows Hammer Guy.

Funnily enough, our showing got canceled for unexpected technical reasons - something that has never happened before or since. I think that was the universe trying to protect me like 'babygirl you are about to be handed your supervillain origin story' lol.

When Thor4 was announced in 2019, after screaming and crying and throwing up, I immediately texted my bestie who moved 3000 KM away from me that we watching this in the theatre. I don't care if she comes here or if I have to go there. For some reason, I kept thinking she would manifest here just like Dad did, even though there seemed to be no way for it. When the release date was postponed, I told her I didn't care how much it was delayed or postponed, she needs to be here. And she kept saying 'yeah sure' even though there was no way.

But, miraculously, she came to her friend's wedding here in February 2022. From there, she went to live with her relatives in the city. And then she shifted to a PG (paying guest) close by before finally coming to her own home in the city to oversee its renovation. It was not decided how long she'd stay. But it became clear she'd at least stay till the movie's release in July.

And so we watched it together. Just as I'd told her we would back in 2019 when the film was announced. Even that day, the tap of her mid-renovation bathroom broke, spilling water all over her. She had to fix it temporarily and get changed to reach the theatre. We barely made it,  the second the movie started.

After the movie, we went back to her home where poor she was doing regular chores while I was chewing her ear ranting.

My bestie's floormate in the PG she stayed in briefly was such a huge Chris fan she had his posters on the wall (when I say Indians love him). She was obviously planning to watch this movie with her girlfriends and asked my bestie to join. Bestie said, "It was decided that I'd watch it first day first show the day this movie was announced." And she goes, "I had no idea you were such a big fan of him as well!". Bestie was like, "You wouldn't believe!"

And then she went back 3000 KM away in late August. She literally was here for a few months to watch the movie with me!

So yeah, I've always manifested people back with Thor films and it's such a special experience outside of turning me into a supervillain. I know who I'm gonna watch Thor5 with as well.

#personal #text #thor